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“Come on, you," the gruff voice of the lizard trader snapped at Salrith, tugging her along behind him by her leash, which he held with one thick, blue hand. It was attached to not just the iron collar around her neck, but also to the leather muzzle carefully keeping her mouth locked shut and her insectoid pincers held in check.

Both her upper and lower pair of graspers were held trapped in canvas mitts that kept her from using them for anything, and even her belongings and clothes had been taken and whisked away to locations unknown.

Salrith was wholly at the mercy of the lizard who held her captive as he led her down a long, sandstone corridor where the walls had been engraved and painted with elaborate murals of shining landscapes and resplendent birds. She could growl, but that did little more than get her disciplined. She could resist, but that led to the same outcome. For now, at least, it was better to follow. Just wait. Escape later.

So, the four-armed, half-sized creature followed, each step of her captor needing two of her own raptor-like gait to catch up as her long and thick tail extended out behind her. She took in her surroundings with eight eyes that were green enough to almost shine. Though Salrith was without clothes, she wasn't without protection – her chitinous hide covered most of her body, black and glossy with some blue and purple striping – with only her belly and the underside of her tail being a soft, squishier blue flesh.

She was still keenly aware of how the lizard toting her towards destinations unknown was treating her like an animal more than a person. Which, she supposed, was his intention. She had been sold, Salrith knew. Up ahead was her purchaser.

The corridor grew wider as they approached a large set of double doors, torches burning brightly in holsters on the wall. Two white-feathered gryphons sat on either side of the doors, dressed in brassy armour, wings held at their sides. Salrith didn't see any weapons on them, but their talons and beaks were both lethal weapons in their own right. They both looked at the lizard as he approached. Neither spared a glance for Salrith.

Did they want her for her magic? Salrith had an unusual brand. Or perhaps they wanted her for her connection to the Qi'Dal, somewhere to the east? It had been some time since Salrith had last met with Prince Kaedan, but they had parted on good terms… Or perhaps—

Salrith's wonderings were cut short as the lizard hissed something to the guards, and they wordlessly opened the double doors to admit both he and his bound charge. As if their passing was barely worth noticing. A wafting scent of incense washed over Salrith's snout, making her eyes water as beyond the doors was revealed a vast, vaulted room of magnificent construction.

The ceiling had been assembled with a brilliant mosaic inlaid to every corner. The pillars that held it aloft were towering and carved. Plants hung, well-tended from clay baskets connected to the ceiling. Ornaments and trophies, relics and treasures, sculptures and busts all decorated the edges of the room. Among the lavish collection, gryphons stood, sat, lay, and talked quietly with one another – though most stopped to witness the spectacle of the lizard trader bursting into the room. Salrith immediately lowered her tail a little, not that it did much to cover herself from the prying eyes of the small avian crowd.

Yet the true centrepiece of the room was the grandiose, alabaster throne, decorated with gemstones and metallic inlays, and topped by a dizzyingly large and majestic gryphon of dark and tawny colouration.

“Approach," his voice boomed from the throne, and the lizard immediately began to do so – jerking Salrith forward by her leash again. She scurried forwards after him, eyes locked on the regal form of the lounging avian, noticing the way his talons were adorned with rings and how his wings had been trimmed with some kind of golden bangles.

His golden eyes were piercing, and though they fell on her for only a moment, Salrith felt wholly assessed, weighed, considered… and somehow found worthy.

Though what she felt this gryphon deemed her worthy of, she did not know.

The lizard came to a halt at the base of the throne – a respectful distance away – and then bowed. Salrith had an itching suspicion that not mimicking the lizard would be a bad move, and so followed suit, lowering her head. Inside here, she knew that making a move now would be foolish. Just wait. Escape later.

“You have our thanks, merchant," the gryphon spoke, his voice a resonant rumble that somehow filled the room and silenced all the soft chatter around the edges at once. The lizard rose slightly, looking up at the powerful gryphon and drawing in a deep breath.

“Oh great and noble Exemplar of the magnificent jewel of the desert, ever blossoming bud of the wonderous and—"

“The pleasantries are unnecessary, merchant," the Exemplar cooed. “We have already seen all that is needed. You may take your compensation and depart."

The lizard appeared dumbstruck by this and froze in place. Salrith felt a moment of smug satisfaction as the blue-scaled kidnapper seemed to be on the back foot. It was only a moment, though, because then it sank in that this Exemplar was indeed her buyer, and that the lizard was getting away with selling her. She bit down a growl.

The best time to try to escape would, after all, be during some kind of handover – or at the least, there would be a time to try once she was out of her muzzle.

“Thank you, your magnificence," the lizard bowed. He lavished the Exemplar in a few more choice words of supplication, then carefully placed Salrith's leash down on the ground and walked away.

Nobody tied it down. Like Salrith, they knew there was no point – where, exactly, could Salrith run in this great, royal chamber surrounded by guards? So, Salrith stood there, under the watchful gaze of the Exemplar as the lizard departed, feeling painfully observed and penned in.

“Ankesh. Gara. Baja." The Exemplar's voice rang out through the chamber as he watched Salrith, his eyes unwavering.

From behind the large gryphon, a smaller gryphon rose from a tangled pile of limbs. Salrith wasn't sure how she had missed them – she had been so focused on the proud form of the older one as he lounged. Now she could see that there had been three gryphons sitting beside the Exemplar… and the remaining two appeared to be stacked atop one another.

“Yes, father?" asked the gryphon, stretching in a remarkably feline manner, talons outstretched and rump lifted into the air. He was tawny, with wisps of black that streaked through his fur and feathers. He was also, Salrith noted, visibly aroused, with a rich red-purple shaft hanging between his hindlegs for all to see.

It suddenly dawned on Salrith why – the two gryphons still entangled in the pile seemed to be not just stacked atop one another, but were undulating slightly. Were they… grinding against each other?

“Ankesh. Baja." The Exemplar's voice this time was harsh, and Salrith winced reflexively. This was a creature used to being obeyed, she could tell. The pile disassembled into two other gryphons – both tawny as well, with differing patterns of black.

“Sorry, father," one said, before openly kicking the gryphon next to him with his hindleg.

“Sorry," the other one yelped, scowling at the first.

“Sons," the Exemplar spoke then, ignoring their squabbles and simply expecting attention. The three gryphons stopped and listened. Salrith noted that the room around them had now fallen utterly silent. Everyone seemed interested in hearing what the Exemplar had to say to his sons. “I have brought you a gift."

Salrith waited for him to say more. For the Exemplar to continue on with his explanation. Yet… no further words came. The implication hung in the air, lingering like the scent of incense. Salrith was the gift.

Salrith felt all the eyes of the room slowly turn towards her, and she abruptly felt very small – even moreso than usual. She lowered her tail a little more and tried to somehow sink into the floor.

The black streaked one – Gara – cocked his head in Salrith's direction, then rose to all fours. He began to pad across to her, while Salrith instinctively started to think about trying to run. But where to?

Before she could act on any rash impulses, though, Gara arrived and placed one of his talons down on the other end of Salrith's leash. Ankesh and Baja also stalked over to her in the middle of the throne room, all three sitting down with a synchronicity Salrith could only chalk up to their being siblings.

“What is it?" Gara asked, thrusting his face in close to Salrith. She jerked a little backwards, startled at their size. They were small, for gryphons – not yet adult, perhaps? Or no, Salrith remembered that gryphons came of age somewhat young. Just adults? Coming into their own. She tried to keep the gryphons in front of her where she could see them, but the other two – she wasn't yet sure which was which – split up and began to prowl around her.

“Oh, it's a kobold!" one of them chirped from behind her. Salrith jolted, spinning to come face to face with one of the other gryphons, his pointed ear flicking.

“Don't be stupid, Baja," said the third – Ankesh, then – who had sock-like markings of black around his hindpaws, and black tipped ears. “It has six limbs and walks like a raptor. Does that sound like a kobold?"

“A strange dog?" Baja suggested, stalking around Salrith. Baja had black spots along his back.

“A strange dog, were you even listening? Does it look like a dog?" Ankesh asked.

“Sorta," Baja said, suddenly behind Salrith, before he shoved his beak under her tail. Salrith felt his beak shove her rump upwards, putting her jutting, spade-shaped cunt on display to the whole chamber. “I've only seen dogs with bits like this."

Before Salrith could respond more, she looked up to see Gara's rump hovering above her head. She gasped as he lifted his tail, exposing his fluffy ass, before his full weight suddenly bore down on her and forced her to the ground, squashing her snout into the floor beneath him.

And then the world was gone. Muffled. She had to close her eyes to avoid being poked by Gara's slightly bristly fur, but even had they been opened there would have just been dark. She felt a touch to her rump, and she smelled the heady, burning scent of the gryphon's ass suffuse her. She sucked air, forced to take each and every breath through her nose with her mouth bound shut—and immediately felt a strange pang of light-headedness hit her. She moaned and pushed her snout up against the gryphon to try to push him off, but he was too heavy for her to budge.

Salrith pushed again, sucking in another warm breath of air, and she felt her limbs grow weaker and her tail grow oddly lighter. She whined, legs scratching at the floor as she tried to pull away or push herself out from under the burning, cloying scent of Gara's rump as he began to deliberately grind her into the floor. His scent made her feel warm and oddly relaxed.

Salrith heard a sharp shout, and suddenly Gara's haunches lifted from her head, giving her sweet, merciful air. Salrith sucked in a muddled breath and shakily tried to get back to her feet. As she did, she heard the Exemplar growling at his sons.

“—juvenile indulgences are beginning to reflect poorly on our court," he was saying. “Gara, you should know better than to press yourself against something in our audience chamber. This creature is a gift to the three of you. It is to contain your impulses."

“Yes, father," Gara answered, his voice displeased, but his demeanour submissive. The other two gryphons sat down as well beside Salrith, not daring object to the older figure upon the throne. “Can we use it in private?" he asked, and Salrith felt her heart beat a little faster. Her limbs still felt tingly, and she looked around the room to find more than a dozen pairs of eyes on her naked form. Just wait. Escape later.

“We expect you three to do so, daily," the Exemplar said curtly. “We desire you presentable in this chamber when you arrive, and free from impulses. Slake your desires on it. Spend your seed and your needs so that when you next stand in our presence, it is with your urges drained." He paused, sniffing through his nares. “If it is not enough, then in a month we may consider buying you another."

Gara turned to look at Salrith, his hawkish eyes taking her in from toe to snout. She quivered where she stood, still trying to shake off the light-headed burn of his scent from where he had seated himself on her. At least, with Baja no longer shoving his beak under her tail, she could stand up properly and have some modesty in the chamber.

“Can I take her muzzle off?" Baja asked, then. Salrith felt a moment of exultation brew in her chest. An opportunity?

“Her muzzle?" Ankesh sneered. Baja puffed out his chest, looking at Salrith with something akin to a delighted affection.

“There's no need to be rude!" Well, that won Baja some points in Salrith's book. Some measure of consideration for another.

“No," the Exemplar's voice cut across them both, cutting down Salrith's hopes of a quick escape, as well. Baja's expression fell, the gryphon settling down as the Exemplar turned his gaze to his other son. “The creature has some pernicious magic only usable with words. You must not take off its muzzle," he declared. Ah. So, he knew about Salrith's abilities, then.

“Ever?" Ankesh asked, tilting his head. The Exempla waved a paw.

“We chose this creature because its kind is deeply vulnerable to scents. You should be able to enrapture its mind with your musk." He paused, looking down his beak at them. “Which we can smell from here. So be off with the three of you."

Enrapture her? Salrith felt her whole body tense up, remembering what it had been like when Gara had sat on her head – the light-headedness, the tingling comfort that had radiated through her limbs. It was true that her species was highly susceptible to scents and imprinting. If they held her down and did that deliberately…? Salrith needed a plan. Quickly. Or she might end up not wanting to leave.

Ankesh, Gara, and Baja all rose, then bowed their heads to the larger gryphon. The Exemplar nodded his head, then opened his beak again.

“My sons," he said, more quietly, with words seemingly meant only for them. “I remember what it was like to come of age. But there must be decorum. Can I trust you three to take this seriously?" he asked.

Ankesh and Baja looked to Gara, who nodded.

“Yes, father," he said. “We will… try to get it out of our systems each day."

The Exemplar drew in a deep breath, then nodded.

“We release you from our presence," he rumbled more loudly, then waved for them to leave.

Baja grabbed Salrith's leash in his beak, then began to saunter forwards, following right behind Ankesh – who in turn walked behind Gara. The trio paraded blithely through the room towards one of the doorways on a side wall, the passageway flanked by two large potted ferns that leaned inwards and gave it an almost jungle-like vibe. Salrith stumbled along behind them, watching the three as they walked.

Baja occasionally glanced back at Salrith, a youthful expression of curiosity and eagerness on his face. Was he the youngest, she wondered? His tufted ears occasionally flicked, and he bore a spring in his step that left his tail swishing.

Ankesh walked with such a sway to his rump that his prominent balls almost carried a counter-swinging rhythm to them that was a little mesmerising. He was the biggest of the three of them, but clearly was deferential to Gara. Salrith wasn't sure how their pecking order worked, but mentally chalked Ankesh up to being the oldest, even if not the boldest.

Gara walked with a confidence that oozed from every clack of talon and every pad of hindpaw on stone. His wings occasionally shuffled on his back, and he didn't bother looking back at Salrith even once as they walked. None of them spoke as they led her down the corridor, past inscriptions and murals depicting all sorts of fantastical histories.

They passed a couple of other gryphons as they walked, each of whom stopped to bow to the trio. Despite their flippant and seemingly spoiled nature, everyone still paid them respect. Salrith watched each as she was tugged past, noticing that they remained bowed until they were out of sight.

Then they came to a doorway that led into a sandstone chamber that was largely empty space. A sprawling and open floor took up the front half of the chamber and was in turn ringed with lush and expensive-looking pillows, while the back half was a depression that had been filled with a pool of crystal-clear water. Wisps of steam idly rose from it, hinting at its warmth. Salrith wasn't sure how they kept such a large body of water heated, but imagined it might have to do with several rounded, black stones at the bottom.

The princeling gryphons tugged Salrith inside the bathhouse, guiding her to the centre of the open area. This appeared to be their destination, because suddenly Gara turned around and sat down to face her.

“So, any idea what she is?" Baja asked, then, his head appearing right beside Salrith. He looked at her first one way, then another, while Ankesh began to prowl around her like a cat playing with its food. Salrith felt the sheer weight of his presence as he circled her, judging her.

“Not a dog, Baja. Very little. Father expects us to take our urges out on this?" He lifted a talon and shoved Salrith's back, sending her falling to all sixes. Her graspers, still padded in their canvas mitts, rustled as they hit the floor. “I'd rather just stick my dick in you."

“You can't just keep mounting Baja," Gara snipped. “It makes him needier, and then he stinks of you anyway."

Ankesh huffed, then shoved his beak under Salrith's tail. Salrith felt his beak bump her cunt, and he licked it like it was the most casual thing in the world. Her body jolted and she inched away from him. Were they going to try to use her? She quivered in grim anticipation. The three gryphons were smug and entitled creatures, and she could think of little that she wanted to do less than… 'slake their urges'.

“She's soft," Ankesh cooed. “And look at that little thing between her legs, like a cow. Are we going to have to milk her?" Gara lifted a talon and caught Salrith's leash near the point that it connected to her collar, using it to tug her head up to look at him. His eyes were imperious as they looked down at her.

“We have servants for maintenance, Ankesh. She is very little, though." He clacked his beak together, forcing Salrith to look left, and then right. “Well, father said he bought her especially for us, and he does know what he's doing."

“He said our scents will work on her?" Baja chirped with a disconcerting glee from Salrith's side. “What kind of scents do you think work on a bug-thing?"

“Gara," Ankesh said from behind Salrith. Gara looked up at his brother, but Salrith wasn't sure what the other gryphon did. Whatever it was, he suddenly hiked Salrith upwards by the neck, then promptly pushed her over. Salrith let out a wordless grunt as she landed flat on her back. She gazed upwards—

And saw Ankesh with his rump poised over her head.

“MmMPH!" Salrith protested, right before Ankesh lowered his rump and squashed her head down against the stone, burying her snout against his taint and prodigious balls.

Don't breathe. Salrith wished she hadn't squealed and spent half of her lung capacity making noise. Don't breathe. Salrith's lungs burnt a little, but she could detect the radiating heat from Ankesh's rump and groin as he idly ground it down onto her face like it was a fun game.

“Well, she isn't objecting too hard," Ankesh said, grinding his hips down onto her. Salrith moved her graspers, bagged as they were, to press against the gryphon's rump. It did absolutely nothing. Don't breathe. Breathe and you'll feel hazy. Salrith clenched her fists as she felt her lungs start to burn. She kicked her legs and thumped her tail against the ground, trying to somehow squirm her way to freedom.

And then Salrith felt a gentle nuzzling to her prominent cunt. She felt the pointed tip of a beak squish against her Y-shaped folds, then gently nudge them to the right… then the left.

“Let's see," she heard Gara's voice rumble directly into her spade. Then, she felt his beak push forcefully against her folds, beginning to spread her apart. She tried to squeeze down, but it was only a few moments before its firm presence squished inside her. She felt her walls stretching around him helplessly, filling her bestial cunt with his suddenly very large-feeling beak. “Ooh, she's actually stretchy," Gara's voice purred directly into her cunt. Then, he deliberately opened his beak to spread her.

Salrith moaned into Ankesh's balls and taint – and, with her lungs suddenly empty, her body demanded she inhale. Salrith tried to stop it, but another push of Gara's beak into her defenceless cunt and her chest heaved involuntarily.

Salrith gasped in.

And a wave of warmth slammed into her psyche.

“Ooh, she's relaxing," Gara's voice rang in her ears. He sounded somehow further away, yet clearer, like she was listening through a tube. Salrith knew that her body was responding to the warm scent that Ankesh was radiating, smothering her with. He stank of unwashed musk, of virile male entering his prime. Salrith's sinuses burnt, and she forced his scent back out with a firm blow of air.

But emptying her lungs so drastically just made her need to draw another breath back in, and her body did it almost automatically. She took a long, helpless huff of raw gryphon musk while Gara's beak squeezed more fully into her.

“Mmnh…" Gara trailed off, giving a pleasant chirrup that she could feel in her cunt. “Wow." She felt his breath snort across her folds even as they grew damper, clenching weakly around him. “She smells…" His tongue slipped out to lick inside Salrith, and she moaned into Ankesh's nuts. She wanted him to pull out, but she couldn't communicate that at all. And every breath she drew in… felt a little warmer. A little more relaxed.

It was almost hypnotic. Which was terrible. She couldn't stop breathing. It was too much!

Salrith's leg twitched, and she felt it slowly, almost instinctively curling around Gara's head. She felt more than heard the gryphon chuckle into her cunt, his noises felt right through her lower body.

“Wow, Gara, you're really hard," she heard Baja croon from somewhere beside her.

Gara didn't voice any answer, though. Instead he simply plunged his tongue deeper, squirming it into Salrith like a thing alive, eager to lap and slither his oral muscle all throughout her passage. She writhed and squirmed under Ankesh enough that she felt the other gryphon sitting down more firmly on her head, as if to stop it – or to squeeze additional stimulation from having her face shoved into his rump.

Then Gara paused, snorted loudly, and began to stretch his beak open. He yawned it inside Salrith, putting a burn in her muscles that felt overwhelming to begin with and only grew. Her eyes bulged, not that it let her see anything with Ankesh's furred rump squashed down atop her, and her muzzle strained as she tried fruitlessly to yowl out. And still, Gara's beak spread. Her cunt clenched and squeezed down tightly, trying to stop his yawning – but all it seemed to do was entice him to stretch her more.

In only a few moments, Salrith was squealing through her muzzle into Ankesh's ass while the other two gryphons voiced something akin to awe at the effect Gara was having on her. The warmth was smothering, and she was finding it hard to think. Everything was warm, and somehow cozy and calming.

But mercifully, it didn't last too long. Gara withdrew, his beak slickly sliding out of Salrith's jutting spade as the gryphon's panting breath billowed over her rump. She kept patting and pushing at Ankesh to no effect, the sock-marked gryphon simply rubbing his ass back and forth against her face.

“Wow," she heard Baja croon. “I wanna try."

“You can… wait your turn," Salrith heard Gara's voice almost growl. Then she felt his weight settle down on her tail, the other gryphon's rump pressing almost against her own. She felt something warm suddenly weigh down against her cunt. The squash of Gara's cock against her.

It was hot, and it was heavy, and it was twitching with a youthful intensity that Salrith could barely wrap her fuzzy mind around. It rested right against the peak of her spade, gently poking against the underside of her udder. She felt Gara pushing his talon down on the top of it, trying to wedge his spongey tip into her folds as his hips eagerly ground back and forth on top of her body. If she didn't stop him, he was going to put his dick inside her. She didn't want that! Right?

Yet thoughts of how it would feel to have his plump spire squish into her cunt made her blood pump a little harder, and she pushed weakly, almost pleadingly at Ankesh's ass. Imagine if he did it. If his cock sank into her before she could push his brother off. If she just had to lay there and let him fuck her like a little stress relief toy. Her thoughts shouldn't be like this, she knew. His scent was kneading her desires, making her head fuzzy. She didn't really want him to fuck her. Did she?

“Hey, you and Ankesh both got to play with her already," Salrith heard Baja complaining. She felt Gara shift slightly, and Baja made a disgruntled chirping noise that indicated that Gara had given him some kind of signal. Then Gara's cock slipped into just the right position, and his slimy, lightly barbed tip slid into her Y-shaped folds. She gasped in through her nose, which dosed her on another lungful of Ankesh's increasingly dreamy musk, and her body practically helped Gara's dick inside as he slid his hips forward.

Oh fuck, yes, she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted exactly that and he was doing it right now.

His cock was fat. It skewered directly into Salrith's backwards jutting cunt, filling her out so completely that her world immediately devolved into a broken sea of desperation to get him out, and desperation to get him deeper inside. Gara's dick had a plump swell in the middle that rapidly ground against sensitive nerve clusters that made her want to squeal, while his barbed crown was seemingly perfectly shaped to rake along her inner walls with enough pressure to actually make her do it.

“Wow, your dick fits her so well," Salrith heard Ankesh chirrup delightedly, grinding his ass down onto her head. Salrith didn't fight this time – she flared her nostrils and huffed. His scent burnt on the way in, but it made Gara's cock feel so good. She relaxed herself around him and felt the other gryphon eagerly shove several more inches of plump dick directly into her as a reward.

Salrith wasn't sure when the goal had shifted from get away to deeper, but each new lungful of gryphon musk made her care a little less. She should escape, yes… but after. After. Right now, Gara was panting as he drilled his fat spire into her, stretching her ring of muscle into an O-shape that hugged his cock so well that it was a wonder he could fit at all. She felt it throb inside her and couldn't help but imagine a long, gooey squirt of precum filling her up.

“Not… gonna last long," Gara squawked as he kept humping and shoving his cock inside with near-reckless abandon. He didn't seem to care about drawing it out, or about Salrith's pleasure, or really about anything at all – all the young gryphon prince seemed to care about was hitting his climax as hard and as fast as possible. Why was this so hot? Salrith sucked another deep lungful of Ankesh's musk, and immediately relaxed a little more around Gara's cock. Oh, right, her addled brain processed. It was hot because of their musk. She needed to stop breathing it in. …But all she could imagine was what might happen if she just kept doing it.

Salrith's legs shakily kicked and wrapped around Gara's waist. The gryphon groaned and growled as his fat shaft throbbed inside her so potently that Salrith felt like she could feel his heartbeat more clearly than her own. Warmth was pouring into her core from his leaking tip as his barbs thickened and pulsed. She could feel his balls dragging along the base of her tail. She could feel a subtle swelling around the base of his dick as he casually popped it in and out of her cunt, his barbed crown nuzzling right up against her cervix in a way that was almost painful, if not for that maddening scent.

And then he shoved one more time, and she felt the fuzzy fur of his sheath kiss her pussy. His balls billowed comfortably out on either side of her tailhole, and she felt him hilt.

“Oh," Gara gasped. “Fuhh—ah—nnh!" He groaned out, his tail shakily twitching against the underside of Salrith's own. She felt his balls pull tight between them, and then suddenly she felt it.

A swelling inside her cunt, a bloating, fat knot that was rapidly engorging within her Y-shaped folds. Right inside the squishiest part of her anatomy, designed to hold and accommodate the biggest knots. Right where her clit was primarily seated, so that as it bloated, it began to rapidly press harder and harder against her most sensitive spots.

Gara was knotting her. Had already knotted her, he just hadn't swelled to full girth yet. But if he knotted her, Salrith was going to cum. Her musk-addled brain dimly processed that there was no escaping it, now. And if there was no escaping it, then why fight it?

Gara's humping started to grow frenetic, desperate – he hadn't realised what he'd done yet, and was trying to pull out and slam home all the more urgently. But Salrith's body had already clenched tight behind his knot, and there would be no pulling out, now. Not until his knot had done its duty.

“I'm—nGH!" Gara's voice grew haggard, before Salrith felt one potent, powerful throb. She sucked in a deep breath of Ankesh's scent, and she felt Gara's knot mash her clit and g-spot simultaneously. With a dizzying squeal into the gryphon's ass, Salrith came hard around the gryphon – which was enough to make his cock jolt and throb in wild, desperate sympathy. “Cumming!"

Gara suddenly SQUAWKED, his head tilting back as Salrith felt his dick grow rigidly, hip-stretchingly thick. His knot ballooned to its full size inside her and pain and pleasure suddenly intertwined like lightning through her cunt. Her body convulsed as she began to squirt around Gara while his dick pulsed and throbbed over and over. She felt heat erupting in her core from the gryphon's orgasm while she kept huffing and practically snorting Ankesh's scent like it was the most important thing in the world.

Splt… splt… spltch!

Salrith felt more than heard the sticky ropes of gryphon cum that pumped deep into her, sealed in full by Gara's overwhelming knot.

“Wow," she heard Baja whistle. “Her cunt looks like a ball around your knot, Gara. Does it hurt? Ooh, ooh, do you think we can give her a clutch?"

“At her size? Gryphon eggs would probably break her," Ankesh's voice came, sounding far away.

“Yeah, and it'd be super hot watching her squeeze them out," Baja chirped delightedly.

Gara didn't answer, though, he just kept trembling and grinding his dick into her with a desperation Salrith only understood because she felt it, too. Ankesh snorted and kept pushing his rump down on Salrith's face, wiggling his hips from side to side as she nuzzled it. Revelled in it. His stink, in need of a bath yet not so far gone that it was repulsive. Or maybe that was just her brain short-circuiting from the pleasure of cumming while choking on his scent.

Time bled. Salrith's existence melted into just a long, steady stream of tightening and squeezing, alternating with waves of relaxing that made everything feel wet. Of Gara's cock throbbing and cumming. Of his knot thickening and pulling. Every few tugs was enough to push her back into the mind-breaking throes of climax, and every few spurts was enough to make her give more slovenly moans into Ankesh's ass.

But eventually, she started to return to her senses when she felt Gara starting to genuinely pull. She felt her lower half trying almost to turn inside out as the princeling kept tugging on his cock, its thick inches still locked inside her.

“Mm… Mmph!" Salrith moaned out, going cross-eyed from the vigorous pulling he was giving.

“…won't come out," she heard his muffled voice come from through Ankesh's flanks.

“Relax. Give it a minute," Ankesh was saying. “I know it would be hot, but don't break her yet. I still wanna shove my dick in her, too. Maybe not my knot, though, if this is giving you so many problems…"

Salrith whimpered as Gara kept on pulling, but a little more gently.

Until finally, she felt his knot shrink back just enough that the plump, slimy bulb of flesh could squeeze its way out of her. She felt her muscles begin to spread and she gave a muffled whine of alarm.

Tug… Salrith whined. Tug… Salrith's legs weakly kicked, and she whimpered into Ankesh's ass.

“Oh?" Ankesh asked.

Tug… scchhlrck-POP! Salrith squealed as Gara pulled out with enough force to fall backwards onto his rump.

“Ngah!" Gara's voice came. “No, you have to try it," he squawked. “That felt amazing! The way she squeezes, and she's softer than Baja's tail, too!"

“Wow, really?" Baja's voice came. “Then I'm trying her next!"

“No, you aren't," Ankesh's voice sounded out. “Get your butt here, I want to make sure that when she finishes around me, she's still drowning in our smell, and you've got all three of our scents."

“Only for now," Baja huffed indignantly. But still, Ankesh's muscles rippled and his rump lifted up from Salrith's face, giving her a brief and welcome rush of cool air. She felt so dazed and hazy that she could barely move, and her body was still quivering with the aftershocks of orgasm. She knew that she needed to move, but she felt so weak in the limbs that she couldn't manage to do much more than dumbly stare up at Baja's beak as he looked down at her. Move.

“Wow, she looks happy," he chirped.

“Well, yeah, I just fucked like three orgasms out of her," Gara snorted. “And father said she's weak to scents."

“What a nice little gryphslut," Baja crooned, his voice sounding almost cheerful, like one might use on a beloved pet. Salrith quivered and tried to summon the strength to move. Move.

“Gryphslut?" Ankesh asked as Gara got off her as well, taking a moment to stretch heavily off to the side.

“Well, yeah," Baja said as he turned around, positioning his rump and pendulous balls over Salrith's head. Move. Move. Move now!

Salrith tried to sit up… and Baja lowered his sandy-coloured rump to squish down on her head. It felt like he did it in slow motion, but somehow she lacked the willpower to stop him. His haunches almost gently pressed her back to the floor, and then it was too late.

The scent returned. Salrith trembled as she breathed in. She needed to conserve her energy, her willpower for resisting for later, when she had a chance. Right? For now, she just had to go along with it. Just obey. Escape later.

…Or was she giving in because the scent felt good in her lungs?

“We need something to call her. Also wow, for having spiky bits, she feels nice down there," Baja's chirpy voice sounded out, while Salrith felt Ankesh shuffling around her tail. She tried to move her legs, but Ankesh's weight settled down and pinned her lower half as well.

It only took a few moments for her to feel the squash of his fat crown against her spade.

“You don't want to name her?"

“Why? Gryphslut sounds fun," Baja purred atop her. “Now fuck her already, do you see how hard my dick is? I wanna have a turn, too!"

Salrith felt Ankesh's tip squish against her still halfway-gaping spade. Then he thrust home.

Ankesh was fatter than Gara, but not as long. He throbbed with a wild abandon that flooded Salrith with heat and made her frantically suck deep, overwhelmed breaths. But each suck of air flooded her lungs with more mesmerizing, mind-melting warmth that clung to Baja's haunches. She couldn't block it out – the scent burned on the way in and left her almost giddy for more. Her body ached, but it felt too good to fight.

Salrith came by the time Ankesh's knot kissed her cunt. She did again when he fit it inside and began his own bout of relentless, almost indifferent tugging. Everything felt sore, but Baja's spiced, warming scent kept her body feeling almost electric at the same time – almost demanding that Ankesh continue to urgently plug her. Her arms held onto his flanks, and she pressed her face against him with an almost drunken deference, her weak legs twitching around Ankesh as he shoved and humped inside her.

And then it was Baja, and she was inhaling the thick scent of Gara as he gently humped himself back and forth against her face. Salrith could feel her willpower crumbling. It felt too good to keep her legs spread and her nostrils flared. She was a mess and she liked that. Escape could wait, she was too exhausted to struggle right now anyway, and she was continually breaking against wave after wave of pleasure every time they forced her into another mind-shattering climax.

So when she finally felt another dick slide sloppily out of her stretched hole, and felt Ankesh – or was it Gara? – lift his rump to give her sweet, refreshing air again and found Baja's face sliding down to press his beak to the side of her head… he commanded every fragmented scrap of her gelatinous attention.

“Good little gryphslut," Baja cooed at her. Salrith trembled, her bagged graspers pawing at the ground. “You are, aren't you?"

Salrith whimpered. She was. She wanted to please these gryphons urgently. Desperately, like a needy fire burning in her chest. Hazily and with eyes full of embarrassed desire, she nodded.

“Good," Baja said, sitting himself down. Salrith wasn't sure where Ankesh or Gara were. She wasn't sure she had the mental capacity to figure it out. But then Baja reached forward with one talon… and gently, deliberately plucked the straps of her muzzle, easing it off her face.

For the first time in hours, Salrith's mouth came free. A chance to escape.

Only… there were walls all around her. No easy way out, even with magic. Trying to slip out now would be pointless, using energy her exhausted body didn't have. She was justifying. It would be better to wait. She was caving… Follow along. Obey these gryphons. Then try to slip away when she had a path out. For now… Just obey. Escape later.

Baja's eyes were so bright as he looked at her, as if watching for something. Resistance.

“Sit up," he whispered to her, his breath warm, billowing. Just obey…

Salrith shakily propped herself up, twisting around on unsteady limbs until she was sat. Escape later… Why wasn't she speaking up?

“Good little gryphslut," Baja cooed, standing up himself. Then he stepped over her, leaving her beneath his fluffy chest where feathers met fur – staring down the length of his undercarriage… to gaze directly at the half-hard barrel of his still cum-slicked cock.

Now that she could see it, she was struck by how majestic it looked. Purplish-red, fat at the tip and fatter in the middle. Adorned with soft, squishy-looking barbs and a prominent vein on one side that crawled lazily around its bulk. He wasn't hard enough for her to see his knot, tucked away in his sheath, now, but even that looked somehow attractive.

Salrith's mind was influenced. She knew it. She should be much more rebellious, much more set on slipping away. On escape. But letting Baja keep doing what he was doing… was too enticing, intoxicating to stop.

“Keep being good, yeah? Nn…"

Salrith watched his dick bob, then bounce. It twitched and tried to lift up towards his underbelly with an almost sleepy flex. She could smell the potent stink of sex clinging to him so thickly that it almost burnt. Then all of a sudden, his urethra fattened – and a hot, golden stream abruptly arced from his tip to splash against her chest.

Salrith gasped out loud and was immediately hit by the potent, acrid scent. It was similar to the musk that had been drowning her for – how long now? – but it was sharper. Still distinctly gryphon, but the type that now made her crinkle her snout. She should say something!

“Make sure to get it on her spade," Salrith suddenly heard Ankesh's voice come from behind her. Baja's hips adjusted, and his stream dipped – pouring down Salrith's front, over her udder, to start to splatter on her sore and stretched cunt.

The contact was intense. Salrith's whole body tensed up, then relaxed. Her overworked nerves fired and misfired as Baja's stream registered as too hot, yet not hot enough. Too much stimulation, yet not enough. Her knees trembled, and she gaped in silent, exhausted paralysis. She knelt in a puddle of Baja's urine as he marked her in a primal, feral manner, watching as the barrel of his cock slowly hardened in front of her and forced his stream back up along her belly and chest.

When it finally tapered off, the gryphon in front of her lifted one of his hindlegs, then gave it a slight shake. A lingering few drops splattered over Salrith's belly, and she finally found it in her to whine. Most of Baja's piss slowly streamed towards the bath, being caught by drains. Just obey. Relax…

“Aah, I have always wanted to do that to something," Baja cooed out delightedly as he stepped away. “Okay. Now you two."

Salrith barely had time to process that before she felt more than saw a shadow loom over her from behind – and suddenly a heated, wet spray splattered against her back. She gasped and tensed up as she felt it running down her back, pouring over her tail and rump. Her front was already starting to feel colder in the air, now, making the stream running down her body feel all the hotter. She watched in silent fatigue both physical and mental as Gara stepped around to stand in front of her.

Gara lifted a hindleg and took careful aim, looking down at her with a smirk. He fanned his tailfeathers and lowered himself a little, before his stream began to splatter across Salrith's neck. He lifted his body a little, and Salrith squeezed her mouth and eyes shut immediately. She felt the stream rise higher and spray her directly in the face, its acrid scent pouring over her nostrils. She didn't dare breathe.

“Open your mouth, gryphslut," Gara's voice came. Salrith felt dizzy just from hearing those words spoken. His tone was harsh, but expectant. There was an element of almost entitlement to it that Salrith wanted to resist, yet when she reached for that willpower… she found only a gooey itch to do exactly what he said. And what if she did? It was awful, it was unpleasant, but it would leave her utterly drowning in the gryphon's scents. That thought felt cruelly hot.

That voice inside her that she knew she shouldn't listen to, that had been steadily fed for what felt like hours now by their cloying, oppressive musk kept pushing harder, and harder. What if she did it? What if she could make herself do it? Just a little. Imagine if she pushed herself. Why did she want to push herself?

But she did.

Suppressing a whimper, Salrith opened her mouth. Just for a moment.

Gara sprayed over her tastebuds.

Salrith immediately choked, spluttering and coughing – and inhaling a half-mouthful of his bitter fluids as Ankesh kept dousing her from behind. Mother egg, she'd actually done it! She could hardly believe herself. Or how needy she felt.

“Whoa, she did," Baja cooed.

“Of course she did," Gara purred smugly. “After that long huffing your cum-soaked ass, it's amazing she even hesitated. I think she needs, nngh… a reward for that display of obedience, hmm?" His hips shuffled forward, and before Salrith could do anything about it, he pushed the still-spraying crown of his cock directly into her mouth.

His flavour flooded her. Salrith's eyes almost opened in shock, but she managed to keep them closed. Bitter liquid sloshed over her tongue and she pulled weakly back, only to have Gara hump his groin forward so that it just wedged deeper. Refusing to let her pull away.

Salrith choked around his dick, finding it so fat that it was almost frightening. How had she fit this thing in her cunt? But the thought was washed away as fast as it appeared beneath the bitter, wet flow of Gara's marking, and she spluttered and accidentally swallowed a distinct, awful glug that was audible to all three. It splashed into her belly and made her feel ill. And needy.

She pulled back again and managed to pop off from his cock, the gryphon seemingly satisfied with her performance.

“Wow, that was hot, Gara," Baja trilled, while Salrith finally felt Ankesh's stream trickle away over her tail. She quivered, feeling colder already, while Gara's stream died off as well.

“You done?" Ankesh's voice came. Salrith shakily reached up to wipe the fluid from her eyes, bumping Gara's cock in the process. She managed to squeeze a few open to watch the trio around her as he drew back, looking down at her with a delighted twist to his expression.

“No," Gara's voice came, almost a growl that sent liquid shivers up and down her spine. He stepped away, then used his hip to bump Baja, one wing extending like a pointing finger. “With our new toy, your tail has been tragically neglected." Salrith watched through hazy, unclear eyes as Baja jolted, then took a step in the indicated direction, moving out of the growing puddle of wetness on the floor.

Baja snorted, then lowered his chest to the floor and looked back over his shoulder.

“Like this, Gara?" he asked. Ankesh rose to all fours, then began to prowl over to his brother, circling him like a predator inspecting its prey. He sat down beside Baja's flanks, flicking one ear as he looked over at Gara and Salrith.

“No. Present," Gara said.

Baja shuffled his hips to the left and to the right, before he gave an idle grumble. He still lifted his tailfeather-crowned, leonine tail into the air, showing off the puckered rim above his furred, hanging orbs. Gara lifted a talon, then gave Salrith a light shove towards Baja, while Ankesh lifted one talon to pull on Baja's rump, spreading it a little.

“Go on, gryphslut," Gara cooed lightly. “Get closer."

“Oh?" Baja's voice came. “Ooh, are you going to make her prepare me? This is going to make mounting so much easier."

Was that what was about to happen? Was Salrith about to have to slicken the smallest of the trio up for his larger brothers? Part of her rebelled as she shakily got to her feet. But a much larger, hazier part of her found the whole idea knee-weakeningly hot. She had done this much so far… What was one step further, in the name of freedom? Just obey. Relax.

Salrith strode slowly across to Baja's upturned rump, coming to a stop behind him. She came rather neatly up to his haunches, leaving her face level with his fuzzy taint. She looked at it. His musk was intense, here. She let her eight eyes trail across Baja's pucker, then dip down to the back of his sheath and balls. She slowly, shakily opened her mouth—

When suddenly Gara's talon gripped her skull and shoved her face-first into Baja's tailhole.

“Worship him," Gara growled. Baja yelped, but not as loudly as Salrith, who watched as Ankesh used his other talon to properly spread Baja's rump for her snout. Her muzzle squished against his pucker, and his scent was like something wafting out of an oven and into her sinuses. His upturned tail and ring took up her gaze as she realised that she couldn't pull away at all.

Just obey. Relax.

The voice was strong, here, throbbing in her mind. Just obey. It feels good. And oh, it felt good. Salrith whimpered quietly, the end of her snout kissing Baja's rump gently.

“How is she doing?" Ankesh asked.

“She hasn't started yet," Baja answered. Salrith felt Gara push her head more firmly against his brother's ass, until she felt like she could feel his ring starting to stretch around the end of her nose.

Just obey. Escape later. Relax.

Salrith closed her eyes… then parted her jaws, letting her tongue slip out.

“Ooh," Baja purred as Salrith let her slick, blue tongue start to greet his tailhole. It tasted… salty. She hoped the princes bathed regularly, but realised quickly that she could taste Ankesh and Gara on their brother. How often did they 'play' together? “Keep going, gryphslut," Baja moaned delightedly, his tailfeathers flaring around the base of his tail.

Salrith let her arms slide forward to gently lift Baja's heavy balls. Though still bound in their cloth mittens, she could still heft and feel the weight of his prodigious orbs as her tongue began to slither and trace wet, slobbery circles around his pucker. It pushed back against her mouth while she tried to begin exploring its wrinkles and soft folds.

She slurped around it in a slow rhythm, first the bottom half, then the top. She used the point of it to gingerly tug on his rim, only to give it a slow kiss and repeat the whole process.

“Suck on it," Ankesh told her. Salrith whined. Just obey. Relax.

With a soft, hesitant motion, Salrith wrapped her mouth around Baja's ring and gave a gentle suckle while her tongue probed and flicked back and forth against the dimple in the centre. His scent, sweaty and thick, was smothering her thoughts. She felt almost lost with how lightheaded she was. Like if she pulled away from him, she wouldn't be in the bathing room anymore, but just in a fog that only held her and the three gryphon princelings. She felt so wet, and not just from the gryphon cum oozing from her spade.

“Push your tongue in," Baja's own voice came, a croon of pleasure. Salrith quivered, but didn't even make a noise as she sucked in a deep lungful of his scent… then threaded her tongue into his hole, curling it, wriggling it like an eel as she sought out his buttons.

She found one of them just inside when she curled her tongue towards his dick, making the spot-speckled gryphon mewl out and flare his wings. He clenched around her, and she knew she was pushing the right spots.

“So diligent," Gara rumbled.

“I could get used to having her," Ankesh purred. Baja squirmed and made pleasant, happy noises as Salrith softly, wetly made out with his tailhole. She could feel their combined cum drooling from her spade, and it felt so hot to just let it out. All three of them were overwhelming. Just obey. Breathe. Relax.

Then Baja jolted slightly as Ankesh bumped him with his hip.

“You know, here's a test," his voice growled out to the three of them. “Give the gryphslut some real gryphon musk, Baja."

“Krm?" Baja asked, his voice almost dreamy. Then his ring clenched against Salrith. “Oh, what, like…"

“Yeah," Ankesh answered. What did they mean?

“Right into her face? I mean that's kinda hot, but—"

“Baja," Gara rumbled. “Do it." He didn't say more, and Baja hushed. Salrith's brain slowly connected dot to dot. Surely they didn't… But Baja went stock still, and Salrith felt his body tense, then relax. Then tense. His ring puckered, and his thighs adjusted position slightly. She tried to pull away, but Gara just held her nose right to his slimy ring.

And held.

“Well?" Ankesh asked.

“Shhh, I'm trying, just…"

Then, as a warm wave that suddenly burnt Salrith's olfactory senses, Baja's scent silently surrounded her as his ring pushed out against her snout. She froze. Her eyes fluttered, and she quivered in Gara's grip. The depths the three were willing to sink to.

“Breathe, gryphslut. You know you want to," Gara taunted.

No, no, no, no—

But Salrith had spent hours now sinking into the warm, pleasurable, musk-soaked embrace of obedience. She had sucked lungful after lungful of raw, horny need into her overworked brain, and as Gara growled out his order, Salrith sucked in a single, eyewatering breath… and held it. Just obey. Breathe.

His scent was overwhelming. His musk before had been a lot, but now Salrith's whole brain felt like it was melting into a puddle of shamefully squirmy lust. She felt like the gooey slime drooling from beneath her tail was her willpower sloppily leaving her. She tensed her muscles and helped push more of it out, gryphon cum leaking as she blinked blankly at Baja's rump.

Salrith dimly realised that Gara and Ankesh were quietly snickering, but somehow that just felt hot, too. Her lungs burnt, and Salrith couldn't tell if it was from the musk or from forgetting to breathe. So she exhaled and took another breath that left her dizzy and oddly giggly inside. Then she took a third one for good measure and realised that she felt like she was on the edge of another body-trembling orgasm.

Salrith wanted to keep breathing. Just obey. Breathe. She licked at Baja's rump slowly, almost reverently, as if it were a long-lost lover.

Then she felt her head being pulled back. Baja's rump receded as her head was tugged, and she blinked slowly at his fuzzy rump and magnificent balls.

“Mmnh, nice work, gryphslut, I'm beat," Gara said, then. “After all that, I actually want a nap."

Salrith nearly fell over when he let go of her head and took a few steps away to the cushions around the edge of the room, which he began preparing. Evidently a bath was forgotten – for now. Salrith dumbly wondered if only getting halfway to the bath was a regular occurrence.

“Me, too," Ankesh said. He stood up and began to stride across to Gara. As he passed by Salrith, he grabbed her collar with one talon and tugged her along with him. He flopped down onto a cushion that Gara had just finished preparing, earning a scowl from the stripe-touched gryphon, before he pulled Salrith closer and then shoved her head down between his hindlegs.

Salrith lurched and fell forwards onto all sixes, her face squished up against Ankesh's still very plump sheath with its peeking tip. In her near-drunken state, she let her tail lift to show off her gaping cunt to the two other gryphons as Ankesh dragged her face up and down the barrel of his sheath, before settling her muzzle into the space where his sheath and balls connected.

“You're napping, too, gryphslut. You can huff yourself to sleep on my nuts, because we're going to bend your little mind around our scent until you can't even remember the concept of 'no'."

Ankesh lifted his hindleg, then brought it down around Salrith's head, making sure that she couldn't pull away. Salrith didn't want to pull away. She knew she should want to. She could feel that rebellious, escape-seeking part of her flickering and fading under the giddy, intoxicating pleasure of huffing gryphon musk. But she was so horny, so eager for it to keep going… If she fell asleep like this, she might wake up just wanting to stay, after all. To be abused, used, and fucked like a plaything day after day for the three studly gryphons.

Salrith hazily realised that that was exactly what was going to happen.

Gara flopped down beside Ankesh, then, and yawned. He positioned himself so that his head was down near Salrith's tail. She flicked it a little, sucking another lungful of Ankesh.

“Her cunt made me feel stupid-horny before. Her scent's just… hot. I'm sleeping with my head under her tail."

Gara dropped his head and pushed it unceremoniously under Salrith's tail. She yelped and quivered, but couldn't bring herself to do anything but shakily, slowly grind back against him as he began to rub his beak into her spade.

“Wait, but, maybe you two wanna sleep, but I just got worked up again," Baja complained, stalking over to the three of them. “I was going to fuck another round into her. You can't hog—"

“So use her ass," Gara growled into Salrith's cunt, his voice muffled. “She's got other holes. I've got this one." Salrith felt Gara starting to snuffle and rub his beak into her, his tongue slipping out to begin idly lapping at her, seemingly uncaring for all the slime drooling out. She huffed Ankesh's balls and whined softly into them when she realised that Gara's snuffle-licking would eventually be enough to take her over the edge again.

Baja snorted, then flumped down behind her with a whump. He shuffled and shimmied against her back, until Salrith felt his talons taking hold of her tail and arching it up along her back. She whimpered when she felt his fat, slimy cock kiss her own puffy ring. The thought of taking his dick into her ass was intense… and she suddenly felt how much she needed it.

Salrith dimly realised that she was completely surrounded, squished between the three gryphons. She lay at the center of three royal birds intent on breaking her willpower with scent and sex, and she finally started to comprehend that she was already mostly broken. With just one evening. There wasn't going to be any escape, she suddenly understood. The three of them had her sandwiched in the middle, and she was already losing. Had already lost. The Exemplar had been right. Baja's cock rubbed and squished against her tailhole, while Gara kept slowly licking and nuzzling at her cunt. Ankesh's talons held her head pressed into his sheath, and even the idea of getting out of it all felt like it was too much energy, that it was just so much better to simply just obey. Just breathe.

Salrith was so relaxed that it barely even hurt when Baja skewered his fat, rigid cock into her ass, using their gathered slime as lube. She gave soft, muffled moans into Ankesh's sheath as she gushed around Gara's beak for the first time, squirting another spray of her resistance over his licking beak – which he sleepily devoured. Oh, fuck, she actually didn't want to leave. She didn't care that she was their toy – no, she was giddy to be it. She hazily moaned into Ankesh's sheath as she pressed back against Gara's beak and squeezed Baja's overwhelming cock as it throbbed.

And time bled away, with each new hour not quite letting Salrith drift off, and instead spiralling her down into a half-sleep that was filled with eager, leering gryphons with relentless libidos and no concept of shame. By the time Salrith's body finally passed out, she was as enamoured with the gryphons as they were with their new toy.