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"What do you mean?" She asked, legs idly crossed as she stared at the massive gryphon that stood over her. There was still a gentle stream of cum dribbling out to soak her vulva and inner thighs, turning the azure gem on her piercing a cloudy mess.

"Not right now. Some other time, it wouldn't be fair or right." the gryphon replied, slowly shaking his head.

It wasn't fair. Valencia was excited as she could be, having just been stuffed to the brim and filled with cockatrice seed; right when the cockatrice's friends showed up and promised to take her one by one, the gryphon had stopped them and put a halt to that adventure. Valencia had never been with a gryphon before, and while the physics involved in such a pairing would have torn a normal woman in half, Valencia was no normal woman, so she craved it. She wanted and needed it. In her roused state, she would have attempted the gryphon and his hippogryph friend at the same time, and her healing magics would have kept her safe and healthy throughout.

But this curmudgeonly gryphon was having none of that. Did he not like sex? Who didn't like sex, especially feral beasts such as him? Show them a pussy of any species one second, and the next second you'd be covered in gryphon mass, with a bit of mass thrust in your crotch's general direction.

It wasn't hard to understand, so why was this gryphon so against the idea of mounting her? Was it because she'd already been taken by his friend Vaulix? Was it that he didn't like doing that kind of stuff in front of others? Perhaps he wasn't an exhibitionist?

She had over a month to mull over the details of that day, and she kept the memories as vivid as her mind would let her. She'd propositioned the group, as she'd heard they had great skills in magic and she wanted to expand on her own abilities. She'd lured the multicolored cockatrice Vaulix into the woods near her hometown and convinced him to let her tag along.

In the month or so since they'd been together, it was clear to Valencia that she wasn't quite as smart as the others. Keran was a natural born leader with knowledge and skills that spread across a wide variety of subjects; she didn't get along well with him because he was feline, but she respected him enough to follow his rules. Ilorek was also quite intelligent, a hippogryph who was immensely gifted both physically and magically, not to mention he'd recently finished scholarly endeavours that apparently involved biological sciences. In their conversations, he'd revealed that his intention was to learn the various bodies well enough that he could more directly affect them via magic. Vaulix was a zen-type peacekeeper who seemed wiser than his years; he had great skills with healing and empathetic linking, so he was very good at persuasion, but not as good as Valencia.

Ceylon was the final member of this little rag-tag group of travellers, and Ceylon was something of an enigma. Valencia could tell just by looking in the eyes of this gryphon that he was often deep in thought, but he rarely spoke. He was feral in form, yet seemed nearly as intelligent as the others, not to mention he had shown himself to have magical skills beyond the threshold of the others.

Valencia did suffer a bit from feelings of inadequacy as neither her magic nor intelligence quite stacked up to the rest of the group, but that didn't matter, really. She had a particular set of skills that immediately made her a valuable asset. Keran, Ilorek, Vaulix, and Ceylon were all particularly gifted, but none could do what Valencia could do: Control others. That's how she got her little audition with Vaulix in the woods: Mind control to force him to fuck her silly. This was a form of magic none of the others had ever seen before, and as far as any of them knew, she literally invented it. She had no idea how she'd done it, all she knew for sure was that she was able to concentrate enough of her energy at a person to make them do what she wanted them to regardless of their own convictions.

Even Vaulix - who was otherwise a far more powerful magic user than her - couldn't resist her control.

Immediately after she and he had finished their passionate session and his friends arrived, they each expressed their own unique interest in her. Vaulix felt she would be a prime asset for minimizing conflict, Ilorek wanted to pick at her brain and figure out how her mind control magic worked, and Keran simply allowed her to tag along, or at least that's the stance he outwardly expressed. Valencia knew better, because she also possessed the ability to read thoughts and emotions better than anyone else. In reality, Keran was incredibly excited to have her aboard. Someone who could control others was a valuable asset to any travelling band of magical researchers.

This disconnect between his emotions and actions was partially what made Valencia partially mistrust him. That and the fact that he was a damn dirty feline. She'd always hated the jysar, even though she could never really discern why that was. Perhaps his sheltered nature was why, they were just so confusing and inconsistent. She just wanted him to enthusiastically welcome her to the group, but instead he acted like she was a nuisance by dismissing her or telling her to act more mature.

She didn't need to be mature. She needed to grow in power. She needed to become stronger and smarter. She wanted to gain the affections of the group so she'd be seen as a proper teammate, not a burden. Valencia was no burden and they all knew it, but only Vaulix and Ilorek actually treated her like an asset, and that bothered her.

For some reason, she couldn't ever get a read on Ceylon's thought processes. The others' minds were like open books for her to read into, with emotions splattered on the wall for her to play with and interpret, but Ceylon? Ceylon's mind felt numb to her, like a feral. This made him an enigma, something to unlock, a puzzle to solve. IF she needed to use her sexuality to get the better of him, she'd be happy to do that.

In fact, she was not against using her sexuality to get what she wanted. Mind control and sex were an almost infallible combo, because she could plant ideas in her victim's mind, just enough to force them into sex, then the sex itself gives them the positive associations with those thoughts, making them naturally want to do what she wanted them to do in the first place. It was sneaky and kind of low, but it worked and she had no problem doing it to others since she rarely asked or expected anything that wasn't mutually beneficial. Knowing what they want by reading their minds then giving it to them via sex was a very easy mental and physical exchange.

So it was rather frustrating to her when none of this band of travellers would sate her needs.

After the initial meeting with Vaulix in the woods, Ceylon had told her that, while he and the others could have some fun testing her limits, they'd decided now was not the time. They had to leave town and be on their way, and taking turns getting their dick wet in a tiny little woman like her, though enjoyable, would disrupt their plans.

Instead, She reluctantly followed them down the trail as they headed to their next destination, a womb full of cockatrice cum sloshing about, throwing her flight off balance ever so slightly. Luckily, the forests were thin enough that she didn't have to worry about accidentally breaking her wing-arms on a tree branch. Eventually, she needed to sleep, yet they kept walking, so she actually rode on Ceylon's back, idly rubbing her crotch down his spine as a sort of protest of him not mounting her in the forest after Vaulix was done with her. He noticed - he had to - but he didn't do anything about it.

In the following month, they made it to another town, and when they asked for safe passage, they were denied, so she had to force the gate guards to let them through, further cementing her place in the group. She was sure this would entice at least one of them to 'thank' her with some hot dick, but they seemed entirely too dedicated to their quest to bother with her nethers.

She quickly found that the only way to convince them to use their male parts on her female parts was to get them alone or use her mind control ability to force it, but she'd decided she wanted to gain their trust by not using those abilities on them - They were all perceptive enough to tell when someone was acting out of character - so that left her with a one-on-one ambush. Valencia really should have been ashamed of her unabashed lust for cock, but she wasn't in the slightest. She wanted cock, and she wasn't afraid to admit it and go to great lengths to attain it.

Her first attempted courtship was with Ilorek, the loud-beaked hippogryph that had initially spilled the beans of their collective quest to her. He was part equine, part avian, and the equine part was where his cock resided, so she had no problem imagining that he was as well endowed as any horse, and those dicks were some of the most majestic of all the phalli of the world. She'd been with a few errov (equines) in the past, and they had a certain spunk other species lacked.

Sadly, her attempts to catch him when he was on his own relieving himself were failures. She practically begged him for even just a few minutes of intimacy, but he shot her down.

"Come on, Valencia. You're better than that, you can't just constantly fixate on that kind of thing, we have mire important things to focus on." He shook himself off and let his member retract under his kilt.

Valencia was pleased to see he was very, very equine below the belt. "Come on, Ilorek! You know you want it as much as I do!" she was practically on her knees, clutching at his thick, masculine hand. Hilariously, he was literally twice her height and something like eight times her mass, so even standing up straight she was at hand-height, so being on her knees would have kept her claws away from his hands.

He had to stop and exhale through his beak heavily, rolling his eyes and ruffling his feathers as he did so. "Of course it would be nice, but you're like a child to me, both in size and maturity." He flattened his palm at her head height. "Not to mention, one thing I've discovered is that expelling semen lowers my intelligence for up to twenty hours, I need that intelligence boost in the event something comes up and I need all of my potential brain power." He was a biological academic, after all.

"So you're just going to remain abstinent until your grand breakthrough?" She whined, ears sagging. Apparently, he was intending to at least avoid her for now, because he pulled his hand out of hers and walked away, leaving her with her legs partially crossed to pinch at the piercing that was through the pointed crest of her canine vulva. The little bits of stimulus helped curb her needs.

Disappointed, she went back to the camp and ate some fish with the others before finally heading to sleep. That event happened about two weeks after they'd initially met. A further month after that, she tried a similar trick with Ceylon, but she was far more tenacious with the feral enigma.

"What do you mean?" She asked, legs crossed and finger tips both pinching the tiny bead of metal protruding from the crest of her pussy lips. She was deliberately stimulating herself to get the juices flowing, her wings fluttering gently on either side of her lap to spread the aroma.

"I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, Not now. It wouldn't be fair or right." Ceylon was curled up around himself, massive form on the opposite side of a camp fire. IT was just the two of them in the woods as Ilorek, Keran, and Vaulix were hiking away to a nearby town to pick up supplies for the next leg of their trip.

This was Valencia's opportunity to get her way, she just needed some sort of key to the gryphon's mind to properly trigger her abilities. "I Don't care if it's fair, I want it. I've never been with a gryphon before, and just looking at you, I know you want it as much as I do."

Ceylon rolled his eyes and huffed a bit, a long exhalation that whipped up the dust near the fire. "You're not all that bright, are you?" The disdain was palpable, and it actually hurt a bit.

"I'm not stupid, I'm just not a scholar or scientist or, whatever you are." She spat at him, her fur was on end. "I have plenty of skill, and that allows me all the knowledge I need to get by."

"Well if you're just stealing knowledge, then you didn't earn it, did you? Therefore, you are not intelligent." He laid his head down on his talons and closed his eyes, clearly sick of her prodding advancements.

She, however, wasn't done with him. "Why are you like this? What happened to you as a chick, or kitten, whatever gryphons are called when young, that made you so hesitant to trust others? I can read their thoughts like a book, I know precisely what Ilorek, Vaulix, and Keran are thinking, I know what they're going to say before they say it, and I know precisely what triggers to hit to ensure my abilities are most effective, but you? Are you even sentient or are you just imitating conscious thought like a parrot? When I try to read you, I get nothing. A blank, empty space. What are you and why can't my tricks work on you?" Her voice was slowly getting angrier and more frustrated as she went on until she was on her feet, fists balled up and wings folded tight against her forearms. She was panting heavily as she stared at the gryphon, but he wasn't even paying attention to her; his eyes were closed and he was breathing slow like he was sleeping, which just angered her more, so she kicked him in the beak.

Probably not the best of ideas.

As soon as her foot made contact, he swiped his beak to the side, clamped down on her ankle, and threw her to the ground, pinning her there with a talon as he growled at her.

"Now this is a bit more interesting. I see I've struck a nerve, and....oh, what's that? Is that emotion I feel seeping out from your mind? Oh yes, you let your guard up a bit....I can feel you now, but that's not anger, that pride!" She grinned at him, lifting his paw off her chest, which he let her displace. Clearly she was right, or he'd have crushed her then and there to protect himself from her prodding mind.

Valencia expected him to close off again and ignore her now that she had peeked into his mind, but to her surprise, he actually backed off and opened himself to her, allowing his emotions to flow as he sat back on his haunches. He clicked his beak, staring at her with intense blue eyes as his chest heaved. He was very clearly ashamed of his violent outburst, but she could feel that he also felt justified in his actions. After all, she did kick him first.

"Fair enough." She said, reading his thoughts. "I apologize." She even bowed as he stared.

"You really don't need to be so aggressive, Val." He scorned her. "Believe it or not, you just need to ask, rather than tell. You don't need to manipulate people to get what you want."

She cracked a half-cocked smile. "Perhaps not, but it's so much easier that way, isn't it? Besides, it's not like I've been using my tricks on you or the others, I respect you all too much for that."

Ceylon huffed. "You actually believe that, don't you?"

"Believe what?" She was a little confused, what was to believe about an admission she was making herself?

"You really and truly believe you're not using your tricks on them. It must come naturally and happen subconsciously, how very interesting. Ilorek will have to pluck at that a bit, see what strings vibrate."

"I-I'm not using my tricks, honest!" She drooped her ear and whimpered a bit, wings sagging at her sides. "At least I'm not meaning to."

Ceylon stepped forward and wrapped a wing around her, his relatively massive form absolutely dwarfing her. "I'm glad to hear that, because it means you're stronger than you think. You might actually have to start actively trying NOT to prod into one's mind, because from what I can tell, you're doing it constantly, and you seem to genuinely not realize it."

"Never really thought about it that way, to be honest." She said, mostly to herself. "Well, okay then, fine. I'll try it on you. Ceylon, fuck me." She stepped away and locked eyes with him.

"No."

"See? It doesn't work, I should totally use my tricks on you! You shall fall under my will!" She pressed her finger against her temple and stared intently at the gryphon, who just thought she looked a little silly. She feigned giving up after about a minute of this, throwing her wings up in exasperation. "Why not? Look at this body! I'm fit, I'm cute, I'm cuddly, and you can be damn sure I'm in the mood. In heat, in fact. Can you not smell that? Does my aroma not tingle in your loins?" She used her wing to blow the air from around her midsection at him.

The gryph sniffed at the air and shook his head. "It's pretty faint, we're very different species and I'm only akin to the scent of other gryphons, or sometimes Jysar or Oaira. Whatever I'm getting from you is rather neutral, just smells a bit like wet dog, but if that dog was covered in honey. But no, I won't fuck you because you're...seriously, look at how small you are. Have you ever seen gryphon cock? Do you have any idea how big it is compared to that? I'd literally split you in half, magic restorative orgasms be damned. The Physics just don't work, stop harassing me about it, I am not going to fuck you. Frankly, I'm amazed you convinced Vaulix to do it, he's no slouch either, but I'm considerably larger than him."

"But that's just the point!" Valencia pleaded as she grabbed at his chest fluff. "I want to at least TRY it. I told you, I've never had a gryphon before, and since your buddies seem insistent on keeping me around if not for my body than for my mind, then I might as well put this body to use! You're all male, I'm female, BAM! Instant relief and release! Nothing bad can come of this!"

"That's the thing, you clearly don't know gryphon anatomy at all. I'm trying to be nice here, but you suffer from rather significant ignorance in that respect. First of all, the size difference. I don't care what you think you can take, you're tiny compared to me. Secondly, I'm a gryphon, I have a knot. I won't really get anything out of it unless we tie, and I don't think for a second that, for all your spunk, you have the physical room inside your torso to fit a knot. Lastly, Barbs. Ever been with a creature with a barbed dick?"

"N-no." She said, hiding her eyes. She'd never even heard of a creature with barbs on their dick. "Do you have barbs on yours? Do they stab and stick inside, like a porcupine?"

"Not like that, no, but they are like....wait, have you never been with a jysar?"

"Can't say I have. I'd never lower myself to that level."

"Lower? What's wrong with jysar?" Ceylon pushed his beak into her snout, staring her down. He was half jysar, as his father was feline.

She blushed and looked away. "N-nothing, nevermind. I just don't find jysar attractive, is all. So no, I've never been with one. Why? Is that relevant?"

"Of course it is. Barbs. They hurt. Even to female gryphons and jysar, barbs hurt, you think a petite bodied bitch like yourself would be able to take something with barbs snagging at your depths? You will bleed."

She had to pause to consider her options before finally shrugging. "Who cares? That's what the healing magic is for. I want cock, and I want it now. Don't leave a bitch wanting. We nag, you know. I might not be willing to exert my will over you, but you can be damn sure that spending time with me will be hell. I'll just keep showing off and begging until you, Ilorek, or Vaulix cave and fuck me raw. Simple as that."

"Oh, I think you misunderstand. I'm not holding back for any one reason. Trust me, I want pussy as much as you want cock, but I just don't think it's safe. Plus, I don't think I'd get anything out of it. I told you, knots need to be held in place, it's just not really a viable option if I can't cum. It'll just leave me sore with need and you in pain. Don't bother trying to tempt me, I'm not refusing for lack of interest, I'm trying to protect you."

"Psh, you didn't even like me an hour ago. Just let me see what I'm dealing with before turning me away or saying no." She darted between his front legs and grabbed a hold of the thick, meaty opening of his sheathe, giving it a firm squeeze before he was able to react. She could feel the flesh of his cock throbbing inside, and she could even see the light form of it pressing out against the sheathe. "Oh, I see you are in fact quite excited."

He growled a bit but didn't resist. It was clear she wanted it, and so did he. He just had enough care to not want to hurt her. Sometimes, younger, less mature folks needed to make their own mistakes, so he was going to let her have her way with him. Either way, he got something out of it whether she got hurt or not.

"Glad to feel your change of heart, Ceylon." She cooed at him, feeling his mind open up again with a certain cautious willingness to let her play. This worked for her, but she also felt a bit of hesitation since it seemed he genuinely was worried about her health and safety; it wasn't just an act, so she had to be careful. Still, the anticipation was tingling in her nether region, and the feel of his firm shaft wrapped in soft sheathe was getting her more excited by the second. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the opening of the sheathe and pushed it back, careful that her wings wouldn't interrupt at all with the exposure of his member.

What slipped from those fleshy confines was far more than she was expecting. Aimed right at her face was a cherry red bulge of tapered flesh smothered in small little bits of sharp flesh. As each row of the spines slipped from the sheathe, they splayed out and splattered bit of his self-lubricating fluid at her, the tiny droplets wafting thick clouds of musk in her sensitive nostrils to drive her a little beyond her means.

The cock was absolutely massive - thicker than her thigh - but that didn't stop her. It should have, as she hadn't even exposed the knot yet with her slow, deliberate peeling back of his sheathe - she was only looking at the tapered, pointed, barbed tip.

And she wanted it.

This was new and exotic to her. She didn't need to bother herself with worry or anxiety. Just cock. Big, massive gryphon cock. As she peeled the sheathe back with one hand, she used her other hand to tickle at her vulva, spreading the lips and feeling her arousal dribble down her finger tips to splash in a puddle between her feet. It took a special kind of musk to elicit such a response from her bitch-parts.

Bitch-parts? Her submissive side must have been bubbling up under the desire to be taken by such a beast. Not wanting to waste a minute of the time she had with Ceylon, she wrapped both hands around his shaft and pushed the sheathe down over it to expose its entire length - knot and all. Even with her hands together, wrists touching on the underside, she couldn't get her fingers to touch around the length of his lightly ridged shaft.

This was going to be one hell of a fight, but to her it's as much about the journey as the destination. Still, she'd need some accommodations if she was to fit even the tip of that. "Cey, darling, could you lie on your back? I might be able to get a bit more leverage that way."

To her surprise, he didn't protest. Instead, he stepped back to allow his cock to fall out of her hands and swing heavily between his rear legs before he reared up, eventually falling on his back with his wings spread for support. His cock was laying on its side between his legs, the tip resting gently on the underside of his tail. "Well, don't leave me waiting. You unleashed him, go ahead and tame the beast." The gryphon sneered.

She could feel his insecurity in his faux-arrogance, but she still wasn't deterred. Instead, she got up and hopped over his tail to rest her lips against the top of his shaft, rubbing her way up and down it, reaching around either side of the knot to gently touch and knead at the balls that were squished between it and his taint.

"Hey, try thinking more polite words when you describe my drakeness!" He protested suddenly!

Valencia stopped dead in her tracks, her lips parted gently over either side of his length with the barbed tip prodding at the underside of her tail. Was she broadcasting her thoughts to him as she marvelled at his equipment? She immediately shut herself off from him once again and refocused her attention at what he was packing. The more she fondled it and gave it gentle rubs, the less confident she was that she would be able to take it. As her slimy, gummed up paws squeezed it, she could feel his muscles tense and the ridges intensify as the barbs splayed out a bit more against the underside of her tail, so she rubbed her vulva up and down the shaft, feeling the ridges massage her underneath the clit.

It was heaven, but she couldn't waste time with foreplay. She was already plenty ready and she couldn't leave such a majestic weapon out to rust. She may not have known much about gryphon anatomy, but she knew that if a canine left his member exposed to air for too long without burying it somewhere, it would go dry and could get chapped. There was no reason to believe a gryphon's 'drakehood', as he had called it, would react to the elements any differently.

"Fine, fine, Just, let me do my thing, Ceylon." She mumbled, mostly to herself, as she linked her fingers together on either side of his shaft to lift it up over his balls and back onto his belly. It was huge, but it surprised her how heavy it was! She figured his cock alone must have weighed almost as much as she did, wings and all!

"Well yeah, it's a massive bulge of flesh filled with blood. Of course it's heavy." HE commented, clearly still able to pick up on her thoughts and emotions. Ah well. Not worth worrying much about at this point.

Instead, she crawled up onto him and dug her claws into his belly as she lifted his member up so that it was pointing towards her rump. IT was that perfectly unhelpful height where, if she stood straight up, her lips wouldn't give it the kiss it deserved, but if she knelt, she wouldn't be able to get the leverage to sit on it because it was longer (and thicker) than her thigh.

Oh well, squatting it is. Not like she'd never squatted on a cock before, just usually thinner ones like horse cocks. Well, not 'thin', but definitely not as thick relative to length. She gave Ceylon one last steely glare before spreading her lips with one hand and holding his cock in the right position with the other, slowly descending onto it until she felt the very tip of it pressing against her opening.

Her eyes immediately crossed as the gryphon's heat transferred from his flesh to hers, the very tip seeming to pump the slightest bit of his pre-seed into her. This pleasure was juxtaposed in with a sharp sensation of those barbs splaying out and catching on her inner lips. As she tried to pull off, she felt them dig into her to keep her in place. It felt like if she tried to escape his cock's girth, they would explode and ruin her. There was no turning back so she shook her head, grunted, and pushed down as far as she'd go.

"Glad to see you're still willing." Ceylon mused as his hips bucked up, the bulbous ridge of his barbed tip pressing against her hip bones. He tried to help her with a bit of thrusting, but that just bucked her off him with a pained squeal as his barbs snagged on the inside of her meaty vulva.

"Owowowowow!" She grunted in pain as she crossed her legs, one finger between her thighs to gently rub at her clit ring before easing herself back on the massive cock that was resting against her rump cheeks. "I can do this, come on, no BS. I can do this. Vaulix was this thick."

"But not this long, and not barbed." Ceylon mused, a smile curling the edges of his beak. He was having more fun watching her try to sit on him than he was getting out of actually penetrating her. No worries, once again everyone won. In his mind, she got to test herself, and he got a bit of entertainment out of the whole ordeal, so he might as well watch her futilely attempt to smother his cock tip with her hilariously tiny cunt.

"Hey, no C-word!" She protested as she leaned back onto him, both hands guiding him into her pussy at just the right angle. "You want me to be proper when thinking about your cock, then don't be using such trashy words to describe my fem-bits, got it?" She was stern, but she didn't mean it; she was mostly just posturing for him to give him a sense of dominance.

Valencia was actually quite fond of calling it her 'bitch cunt' because it felt dirty to say it like that. It made her feel used and abused, and while she loved to be in total control (honey), (get it, B.I.T.C.H.?), she also loved the fantasy of being completely taken and, well, raped by a violent male. It always felt like that with horses, and this invasive throbbing club that was Ceylon's cock made her feel like she was being forced onto a pike, despite the fact that the head hadn't even slipped in yet! The more she pushed, the harder it felt against her inner hip bones, but it didn't feel like she was making any progress!

Even when she lifted both her paws off Ceylon's belly to press all of her weight on him, she couldn't get his member to navigate between her unfortunately tight hip bones.

Dammit. He might have been right all along. This just might be too much for her to take without a bit of prep and warm up. She would have been able to squeeze him in after Vaulix was done with her, and that made her really wish he'd taken her then and there rather than waiting six damn weeks for her to tighten back up.

"Oh, don't give up so easily. Here, let me help!" Before getting the blessings from Valencia, Ceylon laid his talons on her hips and pushed down with far more force than he was initially intending to. She was squirming with an odd blend of pleasure and pain, but he kept going until he felt a sort of pressure wrapping around him before she jerked downward in one painful lurch.

Instantly she bit down hard on her lip as she felt his girth rip her in two. Well, not literally, but it certainly felt like she was ripped in half, if not for the thick, throbbing meat that parted her lips wide and seemed to pinch her flesh between it and bone, but more for the barbs that were splaying out in rhythmic pulsations with each and every heartbeat from the gryphon.

A gentle, strained squeak escaped her muzzle as she leaned forward, falling to her knees on his belly with cock still firmly lodged into her. She tried to pull off it, realizing it was about time she called it a day, but as soon as she applied pressure, the stabbing sensation of barbs against her womb intensified. She reached down to press her fingers against her belly and could actually feel the points of the barbs through her abdominal wall. Yeah, this couldn't possibly be a good thing.

Surveying the situation, she reached back and felt around her vulva, which was stretched thin around the gryphon's cock and seemed to be swelling, like she'd been smacked a few too many times, also making it sensitive to the touch. Rather than protest, she realized that she was stuck here until his barbs retracted. That is, if they retracted.

"Don't worry, they do, my dear." Ceylon cooed in between grunts of pleasure. "Just wait until my orgasm comes and goes, then with your womb filled with seed, I can slip out. No worries."

Well that was good. At least she didn't get herself stuck on a gryphon-cock-trap or anything. But then it occurred to her to ask a key question: "How long will that take?"

Ceylon closed his eyes and bucked up into her again, his motion being accompanied by a throb in his loins that inflated his knot to its full mast, which was as wide as her hips. The pulse also intensified the ridges running down either side of the shaft. Eventually, he was able to answer her question. "D-depends, Val. No knot, so it might be minutes. If the knot was inside, you'd be with me for hours, maybe even overnight!"

She blinked in disbelief. How could she have not known that? "Is that a species wide thing, or just you?" Before she let him answer, she leaned back onto him, feeling his girth slip deeper into her, one ridge at a time in a series of jerks and lurches until she felt he just couldn't go in any deeper. Upon looking down between her legs and feeling at the underside of his shaft through them, she found that, to her dismay, she was maybe half way down his length between head and knot. She had a long way to go before the knot pressed against her lips, and there was no way she'd do that, not without specialized cervix-loosening spells.

Oh, that could be fun!

"Not today, Val. Some other time, I promise. And overnight knotting is, as far as I know, a species wide trait. I'm not exception. Just....hhhhhng!" he stopped mid sentence as she wiggled her hips on him.

She was slowly gaining confidence, and the pain derived from that deep stabbing sensation numbed into a sort of tingle within her thanks to the magics she was finally starting to channel in her midsection. It wasn't that she was fully comfortable with such a thick member in her, more like she was learning how to mentally convert the pain and discomfort into something more pleasant. It wasn't uncommon for the more adventurous to derive pleasure from pain, and now she was doing that very thing by turning the spiny sensations into dozens of simultaneous teases from within.

It wasn't hard for her to begin to enjoy this peculiar situation, so she started rocking back and forth with his barbed member teasing and prodding at her depths for only a moment before she pushed back down, once again keeping it comfortable against the opening of her womb. As she rocked, she felt the gentle ridges on either side slip in and out of her, a pleasure that drew her fingers to her sensitive, swollen clit again.

Before she could finish her own personal climax, she felt his muscles tense up beneath her before rippling down his shaft into her. She could see his balls squeeze up against his body as the first wave of seed erupted into her, giving her a bloat that intensified the discomfort in her loins for a moment before the pressure seemed to force him out of her.

Just as his member was being forced backwards out of the warm confines of his current partner's depths, he rolled onto his side and pinned her to the ground, tugging all the while. The powerful drake's thoughts were being broadcast for her to hear so she knew precisely why he was doing what he was.

As she slipped off his form and into the dirt - Cock still deep inside her - she felt his barbs shift around inside her as his member rotated. She was glad he was tugging at her, even though it hurt, because his thoughts explained in great detail: Once he finished his climax, his barbs would splay out wide and he would be stuck with her for hours. As long as he slipped out now, she'd only be scraped from within, not genuinely stabbed and cut.

Rather than fight it, she whimpered and leaned away from him as his hind paw pushed on her rump, yanking his length from her in one powerful jerking motion to leave her gaped wide and his cock dangling between his legs, drooling gobs of cum into the dirt.

She looked back over her shoulder as he backed away from her, getting one last look at the massive club of a cock that had abused her so thoroughly. She was whimpering in spasms of combined pain and pleasure as she shook her head in disbelief. Her ragged braids were partially covering her matted facial fur as she got to really see how big he was when fully erect. There was no way she'd ever get that into her fully. Not even with spells and all the healing ability in the world.

Nervous about what she would find, she reached around her rump to tickle at her wide-open vulva to see if she was bleeding, but even that gentle touch aggravated her swollen, sensitive lips. Fortunately, glancing at her now-moist fingers showed no signs of damage, only thick, viscous fluid mixed with creamy drake seed.

"See what I mean?" Ceylon marvelled as he hopped back away from her, letting his member swing freely in the air as he buried his beak against the underside of her tail, lapping gently at her opening. In time, she closed back up again and his sheathe swallowed his cock once the knot deflated, and they had a bit of a talk about future expectations.

"I want to do that again, Cey." She said with a sort of curt, factual tone. "I don't care what you say, but next time, don't you dare pull me off at the last second."

"Valencia, darling, had I not pulled out, you would have been stuck with me for many hours. Your womb would be inflated with cum, and your pussy would have had dozens of little puncture wounds. If you're so insistent we do that some time, I'm sure we can set something up, but not until we know we won't be travelling for a day or two. I can't be carrying you across the border, impaled on my cock." Like her, his voice was curt and factual, only he was far more stern.

She sighed and rolled over on to her back, feeling the bit of seed he did leave in her sloshing around in her gut. "Well, whatever, we have to do that again sometime. So, so intense."

"It didn't hurt?" He nuzzled back up to her with a caring lick.

She laughed in response. "Actually, it hurt a lot, but I like a little bit of pain with my pleasure. If I didn't like that sort of sensation, I wouldn't so aggressively target well endowed beasts such as yourself and Ilorek. You think Ilorek would have a go at me?"

The drake chuckled and shook his head, walking away with his rump swaying at her, long, thin tail swishing through the air like a ribbon on a dancer's toe. "Ask him when he gets back, pussy that tenderized and loose is something he loves. But beware, he's got a flare, knot, AND barbs, though his barbs are considerably smaller than mine."

"Perfect. I can't wait."

With that, they both curled up on either sides of the fire and had a nice post-coital nap while they waited for Ilorek, Keran, and Vaulix to return.