{"sf1_id":881728,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Nest for Three","author":"Cheetahs","words":20229,"posted_at":"2015-07-01T20:59:00.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Anal","Anal sex","Anthro","Anthropomorphic","Aroused","Avian","Balls","Blowjob","Breasts","Character Development","Character Progression","Creampie","Cum","Deep Penetration","Deep Throat","Domination/Submission","Dragon","Dragoness","Ejaculation","F/solo","Fantasy","Fellatio","Female","Feral","Fingering","First Time","Gryphon","Hard-on","Heat","Heterosexual","Impregnation","Knot","Knotting","Love","Lust","M/F","M/M/F","Male","Non-anthro","Nudity","Oral","Oviposition","Paws","Plot Development","Stretching","Threesome","Tie","Tits","Vaginal","Virgin","Wet","Yiff","affection","breastplay","cock","cum shot","cunnilingus","egg laying","erection","female ejaculation","mating","orgasm","penetration","penis","precum","pussy","seed","semen","sex","story","straight","titjob","vagina","wings"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/881728-a-nest-for-three","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/881728","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=881728\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"This story is a COMMISSION! If you want your own, personalized story, Click here I\nam also a published author. If you like this work, want to read other\nstories of similar quality and support me create more amazing stories, Follow this link and take advantage of the summer sale going for my published stories!Every\npurchase counts towards paying my bills and hiring artists to draw\nthose wonderful covers, so your support is greatly appreciated ^^*****This story is a commission for  silvergooddragon thank you so much for commissioning me to continue this wonderful story****This story is a sequel to Three's Company. If you haven't read the first part, then I highly suggest you do so by following this link: https://www.sofurry.com/view/867528 Okay, with that out of the way, we can finally focus on the matter at hand. You all know, hopefully, how the first part went. Christina and her gryphon Vyr finally declared their love for one another by taking each other as mates. That, however, wasn't enough for Christina. Faced with the gloomy future of a nest without eggs, she made a pact with Ranthar, a dragon she rescued from a band of bandits, to mate her and fill her with his promising seed throughout her heat. In this part, the bond between Vyr and Christina is put to the test as Ranthar's presence starts to unnerve Vyr. Gryphons mate for life, and even though the sensible pact Christina made serves a higher purpose, he can't shake off the awkwardness of a third member in their nest. On the other hand, Christina faces hardships on every side as she tries to keep Vyr's temper in check while providing Ranthar with comforting affection that he desperately needs. When she returns to the nest she and Vyr share, everything seems to fall into place...until the repercussion for massacring the bandits and collecting the bounty on their heads shakes Christina's world. If you want to know more, then I kindly invite you to read the conclusion of this story. *****STORY STARTS HERE*************** \"So you're certain no\ngryphon happened upon this cave?\" Christina asked as she stepped into the dimly\nlit cavern. Torches lined along the walls, thrust into crude sconces hewn into\nthe rock itself. Judging from the stale air, their flame extinguished a few\nweeks back, perhaps longer. \n\"Quite sure,\" Ranthar confirmed. He entered the cave as\nwell, weaving through the narrow corridors with practiced dexterity. He bent,\ntwisted, even shifted onto two legs to sneak through a thinning gap that led\ninto a large, circular section. \"My tribe wasn't fond of gryphons, and gryphons\naren't fond of dragons.\"\n\"Your tribe enslaved you, inflicted those scars upon you,\nand yet you still call them such,\" Vyr said. He stood on his haunches at the\nentrance of the cave and shook his head when Christina motioned him to follow.\n\"My scars are my own, mate of Christina.\"\n\"I know the mark of swords and whips when I see them,\" Vyr\npressed on. \"They were nothing but bandit scum whose only purpose was to die.\nWhy defend them? They're all dead,\" he shrieked and flapped his wings twice to\nemphasize his point. \"Do the dead frighten you such?\"\nChristina's fists tightened, half expecting Ranthar to snap\nat Vyr. Instead, the slate drake flicked his tail invitingly, flexing his wings\nin the vast, damp, angular space.  \n\"I hatched for them. I lived with them. I fought their\nbattles for them,\" Ranthar's smooth voice echoed through the cavern. \"I had\nknown them for a lifetime, mate of Christina. It may take just as much for your\nwords to convince me of their wrongdoings.\"\nHe turned around, sat on his haunches, and looked around the\ngrand antechamber. \"This cave sheltered my whole tribe. There is enough room\nfor all of us. No need to stay outside.\"\n\"I will take the first watch,\" Vyr said. He turned around,\nsat on his haunches like a stoic guardian, and said no more.\nChristina released her pent-up sigh and followed Ranthar\ninto the grand antechamber. His tribe of rogues did well for them. Lavish\ntapestries covered the cold walls, the upper ones embroidered with gold and\nsilver thread. Up there, a few feet away from Christina, the air grew warmer,\nand dry enough to preserve the quality of the materials used. In contrast, the\njagged walls sweated, the lower furs and hides dripping with moisture, oozing\nthe stale scent of mold that filled the caverns. \nRanthar also carried chairs and recliners up here, along\nwith a square table and an oblong one. Their mugs and wooden platters still\nfilled their scratched wooden surface, and in the corner of the square table lied\na set of dice, cards and tiny, stone carved figures. They had used Ranthar to\ncarry all of those empty bottles, demijohns and wine barrels to get drunk up\nhere instead of down there. Disgusting creatures...\nShe didn't say that to Ranthar. Unlike Vyr, Christina grew\nup with a human family. She had shared their meals, sowed the fields with her\nhuman brothers, cared for them when they were sick so that, in turn, they cared\nfor her. The homely appearance of the cavern reminded her of the talent humans\nhad for turning even the darkest corner of the world into a pleasant habitat to\nlive in.\n\"The game of dice and stone figures is called Khajnetz. They\ngrab the dice and--\"\n\"I know what Khajnetz is,\" Christina said as she flicked her\nwrist dismissively. \"My father made the habit of losing his earnings on it more\noften than any human has the right to.\"\nRanthar let out a rumbling chuckle, in spite of the stark\nemptiness of his home. \"Strange, these humans. To own something valuable and to\ntoss it out on a whim. My tribe did that with their coin, but not with their\nshinies.\" \nChristina perked her ears. \"Shinies?\"\nRanthar's tail tip wrapped around her arm, and he led her\ninto a small, squat room, filled with sacks of clothing, swords, spears, and\nintricately carved boxes of jewels. Christina's eyes widened, and her hands\nrushed forward to open one such box and cradle the sapphire inlaid golden\nnecklace to her chest. \n\"Ranthar, this is--all of this is--\" she stammered. Her heart\nthundered in her chest, and her nostrils flared as she drew in deep, excited\nbreaths.\n\"Sparkling metal. Pleasant to the eyes, but useless.\"\nHe left her alone to sift through the treasure and feast her\neyes upon the jewels that could pay off Vyr's freedom. With the emerald signet\nshe clutched, she could buy herself a Crimson Cloak and join the ranks of the\ncity patrol. Add an amethyst encrusted pendant and a lavish silver medallion,\nand she could buy a nest for her and her mate in the great Eyrie itself. A\nfistful of these trinkets weighed Vyr's freedom, in all of the four kingdoms. \nNo more sleeping at the fringe of the villages. No more\nmoldy nests. No more humans pestering them with the rigors of their kingdom and\ntheir etiquette. They could be free, truly free, both of them.\n\"If only I was a human...\" Christina said under her breath.\nThe words clutched her heart in a vicious grip, one that ceased only when she\nallowed the jewelry to clatter on the cold, stone floor. She stepped away from\nthe storage room, took in a deep breath, swallowed to wet her parched throat,\nand padded over to Ranthar, who crashed in a bedding of fur bearing his shape. \n\"Returned empty handed?\"\n\"I'm a dragon. I only have what the others give me. Nothing\nmore, nothing less.\"\n\"Why? You lived among the humans. You're walking on two\nlegs, wearing their clothes, speaking their tongue.\"\nYou lived among humans\nas well, and look where that got you, Christina wanted to say, but thought\nbetter of it. \n\"That doesn't make me one of them. I'm a dragon, and I\ndeserve to be treated like a dragon.\"\n\"And how do the people outside my tribe treat dragons?\"\nRanthar lifted a haunch to allow her to curl next to his belly, but Christina\nwiggled a finger. \n\"A bit better than a slave.\" She stared at his light grey\nslit, noticing the spasms rippling through his soft underbelly scales. He was\ngrowing with desire, and Christina barely manage to glimpse the tip of his\nshaft before his wing concealed it from view. \n\"I own only what I am given, and no merchant will ever\naccept jewelry from a dragon. They will assume it's stolen on the spot. That's\nwhat usually happens when we're few and they are many. The majority gets to\ndecide who is right, and who is wrong.\" Her voice grew harder, sharper, more\nbitter with each word she spoke. She had convinced Ranthar of how nefarious his\ntribe of bandits had been, and yet, she fared no better than him. Bandits or\nnot, humans were still human, stubborn and weak, clinging to unintelligible\nrules scribbled on ancient stones by their ancestors. \nRanthar shifted in his nest of furs and hides due to his\ngrowing problem. He tried to cover it behind an inquisitive gaze as his snout\ninched forward, but Christina knew better than that. Those nostrils didn't\nflare due to his curiosity; they drew in her pleasant scent, flaring his\ninstincts and making him throb harder and harder. \n\"You freed me from the humans. Promised to lead me to the\nDragon Peaks. Leave your ties behind and follow your own advice,\" he said\nthrough soft, needy whimpers. His mellow sounds tugged at her chest; they urged\nher fingers to grab the seams of her dark leather leggings and apply a slight\npressure on them, enough to slide them down an inch or two.\nShe stopped when the pressing thought of returning to the\ncity returned to her mind. It banished every trace of desire from her,\nreplacing it with an impending sense of urgency. If some other fool dared claim\nher reward for the bandit clan she and Vyr slew...\n\"I can't forsake the city, my partnership with the humans.\nMy mate depends on it.\" Christina thrust a finger at Ranthar. \"Stay here. You\nwill just make things easier if you don't.\"\nRanthar dipped his head in approval. \"Their crest is...\" he\ntrailed off when Christina ripped off a tapestry that showed two acorns on a\ngolden field. Bigger bandit clans such as them had their own crest, a mockery\nto the kingdoms they defied. Once it rested under her armpit, Christina strode\nover to the entrance with a heavy heart and an even heavier head. \n\"Did you mate with him?\" Vyr asked without even looking at\nher. \n\"No.\"\n\"You should have. Two days you'll spend without his seed.\"\n\"I had enough seed in me the previous night to bear ten\nclutches by now. It's enough.\"\n\"It's never enough,\" Vyr said with a strangely calm voice.\n\"Your heat only comes every two years, and lasts for a fortnight. We have an\neternity to spend together and mate, whereas Ranthar's mating days are\nlimited.\"\nHe spoke with such fervor. Tingles crept through Christina's\nhide at the sound of his majestic voice, making her ears flatten and her\nshoulder droop in regret at not heeding his request. Although he proved\nreluctant at first, Christina had no doubt that Vyr wanted to raise this clutch\nas much as she did, perhaps even more.\n\"I can go back and...\" her words trailed off when Vyr's\nfeathery neck filled her arms. She embraced him, running her fingers through\nhis fine, burgundy feathers, listening to his soft, alluring chant. \n\"Don't. His lust will keep him from leaving the cave.\"\nChristina smiled at that. She trailed her hand across his\nbrow, all the way up to a twitching ear. Touching the tuft of fur always made\nVyr shake his head and screech in annoyance from the sudden tickling sensation.\n\n\"You sound quite certain of that,\" she said sheepishly. \n\"Why, beloved mate, do you think I spent two years of my\nlife with you? To kill bandits and cuddle?\"\n\"You were fine with it for the most part.\"\n\"Until you took hold of a wounded gryphon's senses after a\ngreat battle, bent over, and made him forget about every ache and throb.\" He\nrubbed his cheek against hers, trilling happily, and used a forepaw to direct\nChristina into the feathery sanctuary of his chest. She indulged him, if only\nbecause the air grew crisp and cold up here, three thousand feet above the ground.\n\nThe ledge they sat on made for a convenient landing platform\nfor any flier, although the clearing down below disturbed Christina. Lack of\nvegetation made this cave easy to spot, which made it a wonder no gryphon Rider\nended the bandits in their home, after a heavy drinking session. \n\"It would have taken several more heat seasons for you to\nmake up your mind. It seemed appropriate, to speed things up. Besides,\" she\nsaid while scratching the fluff under his chin, \"You grew hard every night we\nrested together.\"\n\"I don't recall it. You know quite well that gryphons fall\nasleep in mere moments and wake up before the sun does.\" So he said, yet the\nshifting tone of his voice suggested otherwise.\n\"Mmmm.\" Christina planted a wet, long, passionate kiss along\nhis beak. \"I wonder what you busied yourself with until I roused to my senses.\nSomething to make your meat grow soften, maybe?\"\n\"I kept you fed, protected, covered from the wind, and yet\nyou doubt me,\" Vyr said, unable to contain his mirthful squeaks. \nChristina used his moment of distraction to fall to one knee\nand glimpse his half erect member. Even now, on a ledge narrow, a thousand feet\nfrom the ground, her mate still craved for her. Before she could make a lewd\nremark, Vyr lied down on his side and shamelessly exposed himself, one\ntwitching hind paw aloft. \n\"If you want a look, you have but say it. I'll never deny\nyou anything.\"\n\"Anything?\" Christina gave him a salacious smile, one that\nmade Vyr gulp hard and emit a low, troubled moan. \"Well, dear mate, I am very\ncurious to find out how you took care of your growing problem.\"\nVyr rolled onto his belly, his emerald gaze evading her as\nhis distressed squeaks picked up. \n\"A gryphon's word is his bond,\" Christina further teased\nhim. \"Indulge me.\"\n\"You're not a gryphon.\"\n\"I'm your mate.\"\n\"Still not a gryphon.\"\n\"Yet still the one you took as your mate for eternity,\"\nChristina said, barely able to keep her mirth in check. Cornering Vyr was the\nsecond most satisfying thing to mating with him. \nVyr conceded with a sharp, drawn-out caw. \"Velvetleaves.\"\nChristina perked her ears. \"What does a plant have to...\"\n\"It does. You tear those soft, pleasant leaves, gather them\ninto a bundle, cup them in your forepaws, and stroke yourself with them.\"\n\"How comes I never saw traces of your lust?\"\n\"I was careful,\" Vyr said with a flick of his tail. \"Very\ncareful. Didn't want to disturb you, to let my lust of you get between us.\"\n\"Oh, you shrewd featherhead,\" Christina drawled as she\nrested on her side besides him. She grabbed his beak, placed it on top of her\nchest, and stared into those leaf green pools. \"Your addiction to velvetleaves\nmade me lie to you countless times. Or well, I didn't lie,\" she corrected\nherself before an elegant smirk spread across her lips. \"I've always told you\nthat I go relieve myself, and that's exactly what I did. With my fingers, of\ncourse,\" she added when Vyr cawed in surprise.\n\"Can I watch you relieve yourself?\"\nShe kissed his beak. \"Only if you show me that velvetleaves\ntrick of yours.\"\n\"You ask too much.\"\n\"I offer more.\" Her wink gave Vyr pause. Instead of\nconfronting her, he shifted onto his limbs and looked ahead, trying his best to\nkeep his erection in check no doubt. \n\"Mating is more effective at making it go away than staring\nat the sky.\"\n\"Not with him in the same cave.\"\n\"What about here?\"\n\"Too windy.\" \n\"Some males can't afford to be picky. They prefer to take\nthe female when she's ready for them, because there is no knowing when she\nmight decline them.\"\n\"I...it's not that, Christina,\" Vyr said, his expression\nsuddenly wistful. \"Our nest is only a day of flight away, the one place where I\ndreamed of mating you every single night.\"\nChristina didn't reply. She jumped from the ledge, and\narched her tail forward to motion Vyr to follow her. \"Then why are we spending\ntime on a bloody ledge?\" She shouted into the wind, relishing its caress and\nthe freedom it offered. \nVyr took off after her. In just two broad flaps, she reached\nher, and steadied into a glide under her to allow Christina to latch onto his\nback and ride him. Although she disliked doing that a great deal, there was no\ndenying that a feral gryphon like him far surpassed her speed and endurance.\nMore so, his desire to mate made his wings beat harder and faster than ever\nbefore. No matter how often Christina kicked her heels to urge him to stop, Vyr\ndidn't, not until the fires of the city loomed before them. \nHe landed in a clearing on the outskirts of a village,\ntensing up at the distant barks of the dogs. \n\"The sun barely settled. That makes it half a day of\nflight,\" he said, his head held high.\nChristina punched his shoulder. \"Smug bastard. Now you'll\nfall asleep in seconds and forget about the very thing that motivated you to\npush yourself past your limits.\"\n\"You're in heat Christina, and I always want to mate you.\nThat's my secret.\"  \nSecret, he called it, when a male's erection was always\nquite obvious. If Vyr didn't exhaust himself, he would have been hard right\nnow.\nBetter that he isn't.\nYou don't want anybody to know you took your own gryphon for a mate. The day\nthat happens is the day you get tossed in the Wailing Cells and Vyr is chained\nto the ground to fight in the Gryphon Pits. \nThis thought troubled Christina for the better part of\ntoday. It stole her mirth, replacing it with a growing apprehension. The city\nof Stoneveil looming before them amplified it, as did the gaze of the villagers\nwho were still outside of their thatched huts. The waning light forced most of\nthem indoors, while a select few tended to their gardens, sat on the porch to\nsip their drinks, or gathered the dried clothes off the ropes stretching\nbetween their trees. \nTheir fugitive glances dashed from Christina, to Vyr, to\nsomething else that they found more interesting than the pair. The dogs, used\nto the countless gryphons and riders that crossed this dusty road daily, looked\nat her with practiced nonchalance, while the young ones did not even pause to\nask Vyr his name, like they had used to do in the past. Nobody cared about\ngryphons and their riders anymore, and Christina liked it this way, more than\nshe cared to admit to her mate.\nOne good thing came from arriving at the gates of Stoneveil\nduring evening. No carts on the roads, no people milling about, and no rowdy\nvillagers to yell platitudes at Vyr. The recently mated pair made its way\nthrough the winding paths of the village, looking at the great ebony wall rising\nup ahead with its rune etched double gate. A few towers rose on the sides,\ntucked between villager huts, manned by a pair of archers and an Arcanist. The\nvillage served as both a barricade meant to slow down attackers and as an\nartificial gateway to gauge newcomers. More often than not, if the villagers\ndidn't like your mug and raised a worthy clamor, you would have been either\nimprisoned or killed on the sight, depending on how vocal the locals decided to\nget. A most ridiculous set of rules, yet necessary, as the humans kept\ninsisting. \nChristina gripped a fistful of Vyr's burgundy plumes as they\nstrolled towards the runed gate. Every thirty feet, mounted up the sixty feet\ntall wall, tucked behind the battlements, stood the Quills, arcane-enhanced\nballistae that shot darts of pure magical energy at any flier that chose to\nmake its entrance some other way than on foot. \nThe two arcanists guarding the gate recognized Christina,\nand activated the set of runes that made the gate ethereal for a short moment.\nAs soon as the pair passed through it, the two arcanists resumed their eager\nchatter about Khajnetz and the tricks they learned from a drunken patron. \n\"I'm glad the coloring of my plumes still satisfies the\nvillagers,\" Vyr tried to joke, yet it came out hoarse. His voice shuddered, as\ndid his frame. Beings of the sky had the innate instinct to take flight during\ndanger. Suppressing that urge was paramount for a life in Stoneveil, where\ntaking flight at the wrong time often meant death. Vyr had had several years to\nget accustomed to it, yet the treks through the village still unnerved him.\n\"They care more about the dirt they step upon than us,\"\nChristina said, though her words failed to reassure Vyr.\nThey took upon the Gryphon Alley, a broad, cobbled street surrounded\nby various luxury shops. Ranging from leatherworkers to hatters and tasty\nrodents outdoor restaurants for the gryphons, Gryphon Alley had it all. The\nshopkeepers catered to every sort of extravagant taste, and they charged more\ndobloons than Christina made in her bandit runs. \nChristina frowned at the several gryphons that waited in\nline at a saddlemaker's shop, their riders forever displeased with the texture,\ncolor, rigidity of the saddle. They argued, haggled, tried every trick in the\nbook to either bring the price down or buy that one saddle that some other\nrider requested. Humans...\nVyr increased his pace, and Christina took his cue. They\nkept to the side of the street, away from the crowd spilling through the\nmiddle, an avalanche of colors and sounds. Gryphon Alley had quite the fancy\narchitecture, with spiraling rooftops and fluorite bricks that glowed with\nfaint amethyst nuances. The more they clambered towards the Aviary, the more\nsimple the buildings became, until the shops gave way to the barracks sprawled\nonto a wide, circular area. \nAhead of them loomed Feathercrest Mountain, a jagged,\ncolossal thing with an impressive girth punctured by an infinite number of\ngryphon nests and tunnels. Christina went to the clerk stationed in front of\nthe barracks, behind a seemingly empty stall. The hum of magical energy and its\nresonance betrayed the identity of the concealment spell, though Christina paid\nno mind to it. She had no interest in the mess that would otherwise fill the\nstall.\n\"Here, fill this in and pour your memory into that bowl over\nthere. Hang the proof on the rack by the side of the stall after you're done,\"\nhe said with a nasal voice. It fit his short stature and squeaky words quite\nwell. \nChristina filled in the blank fields with her rank number,\nidentity and status, signed for both Vyr and herself, hanged the tapestry on\nthe rack, then thrust her hand through the shimmering liquid of the crystal\nbowl and focused on the dead image of the bandits. The surface of the liquid\nshifted to form the same picture, and the clerk nodded in approval.\n\"They wiped their ass with that rag? Gross fucks...Gvarn,\nburn that thing before the whole barracks smells like their buttholes,\" the\nclerk said as he produced a coin pouch from one of the many pockets of his\nsurcoat. Smaller, thinner, and lighter than Christina anticipated. \n\"Thirty dobloons?\" She inquired. \n\"Asking me? You too lazy to count your own money?\" He shoved\nthe pouch into her stretched out paw and turned around to register her mission\nin a meaty ledger.\n\"Wait. I would like to have this money go to my nest's rent\nand to my gryphon's freedom.\"\n\"No, you wait,\" the clerk said as he scribbled those short,\nunintelligible loops within the ledger. \"That's the way of it, rider. Probably\nnew to this damn thing, bringing me asscloth of some stinky bandits that nobody\nbut a pair of boobs decided to chase after. Great service you did to Stoneveil,\nbipedal lizard or whatever the fuck you are.\"\nChristina clenched her jaws to suppress any possible retort\nthat might come out. She could have torn this dwarf's head off, his and the\nheads of the entire garrison if she wanted to. Humans made for poor sport,\nhowever, until the arcanists arrived...\n\"So,\" he said as he turned around. \"You are who and\ndepositing money for what?\"\nChristina gave her full name--a human name--which made the\nclerk throw a fit of harsh, squeaking laughter. \"I don't--how did you even--the\nfool probably wondered how magenta cunt looks like and...\" he trailed off to\nwipe the tears trailing across his ruddy cheeks, wrote her request down, and\ntook her money. He counted them, chuckling to himself ever so often, while\nglancing at her groin. \n\"Twenty four. Shifting Page says you have a hundred and\ntwenty six more dobloons to pay this month. Better kill something worthwhile or\nput that cunt to work in one of them exotic brothels.\" \n\"Twenty four? The bounty said thirty.\"\n\"It can be thirty if you gimme a look, a touch, and a\nthrust,\" the dwarf said with a lewd smile. \n\"You're missing half your teeth,\" Christina said as she\nturned around. \"Smiling is something you should never attempt again.\"\n\"I smile the way I want to smile, you tight lizard cunt, and\nI'll smile even broader the day you come to choke on me cock for pay.\"\nChristina snarled to herself, and nodded to Vyr to take\nflight. Her patience ran dry, so close to their home, and wasting one more word\non that insolent midget meant delaying her sweet time with Vyr. He looked back\nat her, cawing uncertainly, but Christina caught up to him in a few heartbeats.\nMid flight, she removed the amulet tucked between her breasts, allowing its hum\nto pinpoint the location of their nest. With so many pairs of gryphons and\nriders flying back and forth, the arcanists had to devise a sensible way to\nkeep track of the nests they loaned. Amulets proved more convenient than nest\nkeepers, and amulets weren't nearly as forgetful as them. \nCaws, shrills, screeches and cries surrounded Christina. In\nthe waning light of early evening, the coloring of the gryphons faded to the\nubiquitous greys and blacks. They became tiny, moving stains in the sky, barely\ndifferent from one another. Vyr slowed down to allow her to catch up, though\nChristina knew him well enough to know the reason of his jittery gaze. He said\nnothing, but she knew he wanted to join his kind, maybe engage in an aerial\nspar with one or two to impress his mate.\nChristina told him to do so. The cacophonous caws of the\ngryphons drowned her voice, though, and the wetness between her thighs\nprevented her from saying that again. She wanted Vyr; she craved for his\ntightness to fill her, for his knot to plunge into her itching depths, for his\nmoaning screech as he unloaded his passion into his mate. \nThe thought of it made her hide tingle and her toes to curl\ninwards. Her breaths became hard and slow, and her wings beat with renewed\nvigor as they approached their nest. Christina landed inside their den first,\nthe dying buzz of the amulet confirming that it was, indeed, their nest she\nstared at. \nIt wasn't even a proper nest. More like a pile of hay and\nfluff tucked into a slim hole in the mountain, barely wide enough to allow the\npair to walk side by side and quite shallow. The gusts of wind scattered most\nof the bedding in their absence, making Christina growl to herself. She strode\ntowards the nest, but Vyr's leap beat her to it. \n\"You do that every time, as if your paws are any good at...\"\nshe trailed off as she watched him scoop the errant straw methodically. He\nworked with great care, restoring the nest to its former glory in mere moments.\n\"You were saying?\" He gave her that cocky glare, which only\nserved to quicken her blood and make her heart beat faster.\n\"If you had as much practice with keeping yourself out of\ntrouble as you did with arranging our nest, maybe I wouldn't have to shout at\nyou so often.\"\n\"You aren't shouting. You just emphasize your point with a\nmore audible tone.\"\nChristina chortled and waved him to make room for her. The\ndamn bird already filled most of the nest with his majestic frame, leaving the\nthinner, outer portions of the nest to her. It wouldn't do, not when she wanted\nto lie down properly for him. \n\"Mmmmmm,\" Christina hummed. \"The nest still has our scents\nimprinted upon it.\"\n\"It smells of your heat,\" Vyr said as she shifted onto his\nhaunches to make room for Christina to clamber into the nest.\n\"And of your precum,\" Christina added mischievously,\nsmirking. \"You were harder than the stone under our feet, and I laid only a\nthrust away from you.\"\nVyr released a long, drawn-out moan. His warm gaze bespoke\nof both want and regret for not taking her sooner. Christina chose to ignore\nthe latter. They had returned to their nest as mates. That was all that\nmattered. \nBefore he had the chance to reply, Christina grabbed his\nbeak, scratching at the sensitive sides as she planted a kiss upon his brow. Then,\nshe turned around, pushed her leggings down to her knees to reveal her swollen\npassage to him, lied down onto all fours, and lifted her tail high enough to\ngive him the best view of what his mate had to offer. \n\"Aren't you going to shed the rest of your clothes?\" Vyr\nasked, his voice rocking in unison with the throbs of his rapidly growing\nmember. He swelled in the blink of an eye, his weight shifting back and forth\nto accommodate his pulsating length. So smooth, so slick, so thick towards the\nbase, where it ended with the customary knot. Most of the bulge failed to push\npast his wan, fuzzy sheath, requiring a few thrusts into a female's pussy\nbefore it did. \n\"I'll do that once you are firmly lodged inside me if you'd\nlike.\" She looked back at him, licked her snout in anticipation, and nodded to\nhim to proceed. \"Mate me hard, fast, like a gryphon would take his first\nfemale.\"\n\"Gryphons who take their first female start with slow, tantalizing\nthrusts. It's too much of an intense feeling, and our pleasure gets the best of\nus after a couple of strokes,\" Vyr corrected.\nChristina smiled as she recalled her first mating with Vyr.\nIt was the way he described it: short, sweet, and so intense she almost blacked\nout from the might of her orgasm. Her pussy shuddered at the mere thought of\nit, and tingles raced along her spine as her folds grew slicker with each\nbreath she took. A curt moan escaped her when Vyr's beak connected with her wet\ncrevice, the smooth surface rubbing against her sensitive flesh in a\ndeliberate, alluring motion. Her perked ears picked up his hearty whiffs as her\nmate inhaled her sharp, bittersweet fragrance. It set him on edge, drawing a\npleasant warble from his half parted beak. \nVyr drew back, clacking his beak several times as his limbs\nfell in on both of Christina's sides. The downy feathers of his chest pressed\nagainst her neatly folded wings, a warm, soothing presence that made the\ndragoness moan in delight. Every female dreamed of having a strong male's\nweight resting against their back, and Vyr's feathery bulk proved more\ncomforting than a dragon's. His feathers molded along her magenta hide, his\nfurred, feline haunches locked around hers in a tight yet gentle grip. His tail\nsought hers, embracing it in a fierce, passionate grip. \nEvery one of Vyr's muscles trembled with pent-up lust, yet\nhe still hesitated in piercing her wet, exposed pussy. \n\"Do it,\" Christina urged him. She angled her head to the\nside to nuzzle his feathery neck. \"Claim your mate.\"\nHe did. Christina's chin pressed tight against her chest as\nVyr parted her thick, swollen lips with a curt thrust. His trill of delight\nfilled her ears, just as his member filled her, inch by inch, parting her\nclenched muscles. To Christina's heat struck pussy, Vyr's gryphon cock felt as\nblissful as the first time, perhaps even better. Even though only a day passed\nsince their last coupling, she still huffed, moaned, and clenched her teeth\nunder Vyr's slow, fluid strokes. \n\"Mirrp, you are slick as a pond,\" Vyr said between three\nconsecutive strokes. \"Still tight, warmer than a gryphon, and--raaaaawk--mine. My\nmate. My only...\" his voice shattered into a drawn-out moan as his back arched.\nHis claws scraped at the stone floor for purchase, and his haunches shivered\nharder with every passing moment.\n\"Don't hold back, dearest. Cum--cum whenever you want to\ncum.\"\nHe wouldn't last long, and neither would she. Tucked in the\nsafety of their nest, surrounded by their permeating scents and fond memories\nof nights spent in each other's embrace, the newly mated pair soared towards\ntheir climax faster than ever. Christina had dreamed of taking Vyr inside her\ncountless times, and so did her mate. That only served to fuel their lust for\neach other, and to make her thighs rock against Vyr's haunches, smearing their\ncombined fluids all over their twined tails. \nVyr's wings flexed. His thickening warble heralded his\nrelease, more than the streams of pre flooding her nether depths did. Her mate\nbegan to pound her faster, harder, his knot slapping against her stretched vent\nwith lewd squelches. The repetitive motion of his most sensitive part brushing\nagainst her shivering lips flared Vyr's lust, to the point where his forepaws\ncrossed over her chest and dragged her tight against his chest.\nChristina half yelped, half moaned as her mate secured his\nfemale in his fierce grip. The talons of his forepaws cupped her breasts,\ncaressing them with short, gentle strokes while his cock plunged in and out of\nher. A rush of arousal gushed from the depths of Christina's clenching tunnel,\nbearing a choking scent that made Christina gasp and Vyr screech from its\npotency. It ignited his mating instinct more than her clamping walls ever did,\nforcing the gryphon to practically squeeze Christina under his bulk as he\nthrust into her faster and harder.\nTrapped under Vyr's feathery sanctuary, with his talons\naround her breasts and his chin resting on top of his shoulder, Christina felt\nsafer and more loved than she ever did before. That warm feeling dispersed\nthrough her frame, making her thighs shudder and her tail rock against Vyr's\nfurred pouch. Her mate didn't even notice her tail brushing against his orbs.\nSo caught up was he in the frenzy of mating, that ramming his knot against her\nswollen pussy was all that mattered. \n\"Knot--knot me Vyr. Don't hold back for my--my sake. Cum if\nyou have to,\" Christina stammered. That gallant bastard. His eyelids shivered\nfrom the toll of mating, and his swelling cock heralded his impending release.\nGryphons usually spilled their seed after a successful knotting, but Vyr had\nbeen on edge since this very morning, and mating Christina in their own nest\nstoked his passion for her. He was about to cum, and yet, he insisted on doing\nit together with her. He deserved more than that, and Christina wasn't about to\nsit idly and let her mate's seed go to waste.\nShe slammed her thighs against his hindquarters, forcing his\nknot to push through her folds with a wet plop. Christina squeezed her eyes\nagainst the overwhelming pleasure that flooded her being. Stretched to her\nlimits, with a tight knot lodged inside her, the dragoness couldn't help but\nhug Vyr's neck and whimper her release into the feathery embrace of his neck. \nVyr didn't even screech this time. His orgasm hit him so\nhard, the gryphon fell on his side, clutching his mate tight to his chest as\nhis seed exploded into Christina's slick depths. Through bleary eyes, Christina\nwatched the toes of his hind paws flex and curl inwards while his haunches\nbucked instinctively to secure his knot inside his mate. Vyr already did that;\nhis bulge plugged her pussy, denying passage to the combined juices welling\nwithin Christina. The pressure exerted upon her shuddering walls only served to\nflare Christina's orgasm, forcing her to roar and growl and moan while she\nmilked the throbbing length of her mate. \n\"It's too--it's too much,\" she huffed, her eyes wide from the\ngreat load Vyr put inside her. He still came in light spurts, his seed\ndrenching her womb in a thick coating of creamy gryphon essence. \"Vyr, you're\ntoo big. The seed--the pressure...\" she trailed off as an irrational fear lodged\nwithin her mind. \nRanthar. Her thoughts ran to Ranthar, and to his perfect,\ndraconic cock with a knot that was smaller and more accommodating than Vyr's.\nHis excess seed had always washed across her thighs, whereas Vyr's knot made\nher feel stuffed and quite uncomfortable. \n\"Everything is as it should be, my hen,\" Vyr murmured in her\near as the toes of his hind paw gripped her arm, allowing him enough leverage\nto thrust inside her a few more times. \"Every drop counts for a gryphon in\nheat.\"\n\"I'm not a gryphon,\" Christina hissed. With a lurch of her\nhips, she dislodged herself from Vyr's knot. Their combined juices overflowed\nin the absence of that thick, ruddy shaft, each spasm of her pussy pushing some\nof the thick gryphon seed out of her. Sudden relief washed through Christina,\nallowing her to draw in a deep breath. It stuck in her throat, however, as Vyr\nplunged his knot back into her, trilling in delight as he did. \nChristina yelped at that, and smiled weakly to her mate.\n\"Better now.\" \n\"Better?\" Vyr lifted a haunch to reveal the mess they made.\n\"All that seed, wasted. Why, Christina?\"\nIn her dazed state after a satisfying orgasm, Christina said\nthe first thing that popped into her head. \"You came so hard. When Ranthar filled\nme the night before, his knot didn't--\"\n\"Don't speak his name,\" Vyr screeched. \"Not in our nest.\"\n\"Even though he is the one that is going to give us a\ncluch?\"\n\"He's alone, in his cave, where he belongs. That's what he\nis, Christina. He's not here, snuggled next to his mate. I am.\" He emphasized\nhis point by thrusting his haunches against her, slamming his cock deeper\ninside her.\nChristina moaned, her overly sensitive insides clenching\naround Vyr, the curt motion drawing a deep, satisfied caw from him. \n\"You are, and I love you for it,\" Christina said. She turned\naround, ever so slowly, to face Vyr and press her chest against the gryphon's\nfeathery one. \"But you know how important he is to us. A young dragon, full of\nfertile seed. He is a rare find, Vyr, one that deserves our trust.\"\nVyr closed in the small distance between them to whisper\ninto her ear. \"Then why do we still mate, if his seed is the precious one?\"\n\"Because that's what mates do. They mate.\" Christina tried\nto kiss him, but Vyr threw his head back to stare at the darkening sky.\n\"You are right. You always are. I just...\" he paused to wrap\na wing across her lean form. \"For a male gryphon, to see his seed wasted, while\nanother male's is--\"\n\"Wasted?\" Christina interrupted him. She shifted her thighs\njust enough to elicit another spurt from Vyr to make her point. \"You're cumming\ninside me as we speak. Nothing is wasted.\"\nVyr conceded, letting out a soft chirrup. His beak rested on\ntop of her right arm as his forepaws dragged her deeper into the smooth\nfeathers of his chest. \"I should pull out.\"\n\"No don't. Don't do that.\" Christina licked along the\nunderside of his beak before staring into his emerald eyes. \"I'll rest with you\ninside me, like proper mates should.\"\n\"Gryphons never do that.\"\n\"How many times do I have to tell you?\" Christina said with\na swaying, playful tone. \"I'm not a gryphon.\"\nVyr trilled in agreement. His shaft throbbed ever so\nslightly inside Christina, summoning forth thin jets of seed. It kept Christina\nlight headed, trapped in a faded state of bliss, halfway between an orgasm and\na state of constant arousal. Every fiber within her body felt spent, drained of\nenergy. As much as she loved her heightened state, it also drained her, to the\npoint where she fell asleep before she even knew it. \nLater that night, she woke up to Vyr's screeching cries. Her\nmind numb and her eyes heavy, Christina blinked hard and fast to try and\nunderstand the reason for Vyr's distress. It all became clear in a moment when\ntall shapes surrounded her, wearing surcoats with the same crossed acorns over\na golden field like the bandits she had killed. Bandits, that she had killed!\nBefore she could understand what was going on, the men\nreached towards her with brutish hands, holding her tight while a spindly man garbed\nin azure, flowing robes turned to face her. He had gaunt features, a graying\nshort beard, and the cold sapphire eyes of a mage. An arcanist! A full fledged\narcanist!\nSudden strength flowed through Christina as her instincts\nroused. She flapped her wings to knock down the bandits around her, lashed out\nwith her talons to draw deep gashes across the arms of the two men who held her\nin place, jumped onto her feet, and whipped her tail at the Arcanist. Out of\nreach. \nShe lunged at him, then crashed to the ground. Her vision\nwhirled, and her stomach quailed as overwhelming weakness spread through her\nframe. Stars speckled her vision, making the arcanist fade into a sea of green\nand purple dots. \n\"Dragons. How delightful. It only takes the most basic of\nspells to snuff out your dormant, magical energy,\" he said, his voice deep and\ncalculated.\n\"Fock 'er good, you spindly bastard. We hired you to\nincapacitate her for good,\" the rough, callous voice of one of the thugs came\nfrom behind. Christina tried to turn her head around, but every movement felt\ntaxing, more demanding than anything she ever did. \n\"Let him do his job gancho,\" another bandit said with a\nsharp, squeaky voice. \"Be focking glad he's with us.\"\n\"Glad?\" The previous bandit barked. \"Focking raked me arm,\nshe did, when this blasted arcanist could have done his job better.\"\n\"I am doing my job,\" the arcanist said, his eyes aflame with\nsapphire tints. \"I had to wait until she woke up to take full control of her\nmagical energy. Told you rascals how this works, but you had to go ahead and\nplay humans against a dragon.\"\n\"The fock did you do to her anyway?\" the one with the\nsqueaky voice asked. \"Same as the gryphon?\"\n\"Worse,\" the arcanist said, then strolled over to his white,\nimperial gryphon. \n\"Why worse?\" Squeaky voice insisted.\n\"Because of reasons you wouldn't understand,\" the arcanist\nclambered into the tawny saddle with flowing elegance for one his age. \"Get her\nto the dragon. Unlike the gryphon, I twisted her magical energy in such way\nthat her mind retains its lucidity and doesn't drift in a dream-like sleep. And\nfucking bring Jeorg next time. Nethermancers are the ones who use their own\nmagical energy to draw runes. I'm only good at destroying beings from inside\nout by corrupting their very magical energy. You two get that straight if you\nwant to last in this business.\"\nHe urged his gryphon forward, and off he was. Christina\nfollowed him with the corners of her eyes until he vanished for good. Vyr.\nWhere was Vyr? All she could see was the dark gryphon of the bandits, a bird\nwith torn and ruffled feathers who filled her hazy gaze. Christina looked up at\nhim, and tried to say something. Her tongue, just like the rest of her body,\nwas thoroughly numb, and her vision began to spin only a moment after. She scrunched\nher eyes shut, gasping for breath, then gagging as her last meal threatened to\nmake its way up her throat. Christina swallowed hard, then clenched her jaws,\nwaiting for the overpowering nausea to subside.\nIt barely did. Everything throbbed, and everything hurt. Her\ntemples pounded, and her heart thundered in her chest, a steady thump thump\nthump that filled her ears. \n\"Gives me the chills, he does,\" squeaky voice said. \"You\nsure this focking two legged lizard will give us eggs?\"\n\"One way to find out. We'll let Beast fock her till her womb\nis close to bursting with his seed. That'll get Brom and Jeorg their eggs, and\nus the coin,\" his partner said.\n\"We should take the eggs for ourselves. Better than coin.\" A\nsharp squeak escaped the bandit when his partner elbowed him straight in the\nthree gashes Christina drew along his arm with her claws.\n\"You take what you get, useless brother, unless you want\nBrom to turn you into fine bone powder. Get the rest of the boys to sell the\ngryphon, and let me do the hauling.\"\nHis useless brother, the one with the squeaky voice,\nscampered past the dark gryphon and descended into the tunnels connecting the\nnests. The burly bandit remained with Christina. He stepped in front of her,\none thick leg at a time, and knelt in front of her.\nHe had a rough, wiry beard, tangled like his mangy hair. His\nwind burnt face bore several scars, adding to his ugliness. His sour stench\nfilled Christina's nostrils, making her snout scrunch. That only made him laugh\nand join his hands. \n\"Maybe I ought to fock you meself. See how your cunt feels\nlike before Beast has his way with you.\" He got up, and motioned his gryphon to\napproach. The mindless bird obeyed, paying no attention to Vyr, who sprawled on\nhis back behind him. \nChristina's heart leapt in her chest at the sight of her\nmate. His limbs thrashed, and pained squeaks burst through his half opened\nbeak. Who knows what nightmares that Arcanist inflicted upon him? She didn't\neven have time to think, as the bandit scooped her up from the floor, eased her\ninto the saddle, and tied her to his gryphon's back with a thin rope that\nchaffed at her leathery hide. \n\"If only me wife was like you. Numb, half passed out, to\nutter not one peep. I would of started to love 'er again.\" He chuckled, and\nhurled his impressive bulk into the saddle. His whistle urged the dark gryphon\nto stride towards the mouth of the den and take off with a few mighty flaps. \nChristina's stomach sank. Not because of the rocky flight,\nbut due to the darkness that engulfed her den, along with her mate. The bandit\nsaid something, but her flat ears registered unintelligible buzzing. She could\nbarely keep her eyes open, least pay attention to anything else but the wind\nwhooshing past her frame. She didn't even feel its chill, nor the dizziness\nthat took hold of her senses as the gryphon angled into a dive.\nShe felt nothing. \nThe gryphon landed inside a clearing, a fair distance away\nfrom Stoneveil. Christina didn't know how long they flew; only that\nGryphoncrest Mountain grew to the size of a small hill in the distance before\nthe curtain of trees engulfed it. \nHer captor clambered down from the saddle, cut through her\nbindings with a dagger he summoned from his waistband, and slung her across a\nshoulder, like one carried a sack of grain. \n\"mhhhhhhhm,\" Christina moaned. Her jaws and tongue still\nrefused to budge, so all she could utter were guttural sounds. It did more\ndamage than good, as the bandit turned her heads towards her to smile a crooked\nsmile.\n\"Eager to meet Beast, are we? Pah, who wouldn't be in your\nposition.\" He stopped, placed her down, and grabbed her in both of his arms.\n\"There. Now I can see your pretty face. See who I'm speaking to, for once.\"\n\"Mmmmm,\" Christina whimpered. Maybe the bandit took pity on\nher, and turned back to the city to...\nTo do what? Ranthar lounged in his cave, and\nVyr...Christina's eyes widened at how hollow she felt. She ought to feel\ndevastated, ashamed, angered--to feel something, at the very least! The spells\nthe Arcanist put upon her stripped away her instincts, feelings, everything,\nturning her into a dry husk, incapable of even speaking.\n\"Moan, dear, moan. Is the only thing you'll do around Beast.\nHe has never bred, our Beast. Plenty of seed in that cock of his. If rumors be\ntrue, female dragons in heat want nothing more than a cock inside them and some\nmeat in front of them. We'll provide you with both, so long as you give us the\neggs.\"\nChristina stood silent, but that didn't stop the rogue from\nchuckling to himself. \"First time may hurt. First few days may be nasty. But\nyou'll grow accustomed to it. Every dragon who is stripped of its ability to\nfly does. You'll find relief in his cock, and he'll relieve himself inside you.\nSounds good enough to me.\"\nHe took upon a game trail that led into a thicket where two\nother figures awaited. A tall, lean man, cleaned shaved and wearing a huntsman\nleather gear, and a knight garbed in his plate armor, with gaunt features and\nshort cropped hair. \n\"Took too fucking long. Left your gryphon behind, aye?\"\n\"Aye,\" the bandit confirmed. He dropped Christina on the\nground and stepped away from her to allow his companions to inspect his catch.\n\"Doesn't look like much,\" the huntsman said. \"Weird feet.\"\nHe knelt to grab her paws and squeeze her toes. \"Shapely thighs at least,\nfucking breasts.\" His hands hovered across her chest, up to her perky bosom,\nwhere he squeezed hard enough. Christina didn't feel much, but noticed how his\nknuckles turned white. \"What on earth does a dragon needs breasts for?\"\n\"Look more human?\" The knight asked, scratching at the tuft\nof hair that was supposed to be his beard. \nThe huntsman threw him an incredulous look. \"Does this\nfucking thing look human to you?\" He lifted her tail and wove around the bladed\ntip. \"Pah. As I said, doesn't look like much.\"\n\"Tough break, Larn. Is what we got,\" the bandit said. \"Need\nher for breeding, not to prance around for your pleasure.\"\nThe huntsman's features grew hard. His back stiffened, and\nhis fists kept clenching and relaxing. \n\"She collected the bounty for our brethren, aye? Seems fit\nto breed her until her womb gives in. Seems fit to turn her into our very own\nfucking bounty.\"\nHe pivoted on his left to kick her, but the bandit moved in\nfront of him. \"You wanna kick something, find a fucking dog. She remains\nunhurt.\"\n\"Why?\" The huntsman said, exasperated. \"Did our brethren\nremain unhurt?\"\n\"Our brethren enslaved dragons, bent them to their will,\"\nthe bandit sneered.\"We'll honor them by continuing their tradition.\"\n\"Tradition my arse. You want the coin.\"\n\"I want Beast to like her enough to fuck her, day and\nnight.\"\n\"Why you think he won't do that?\" the knight asked. \n\"Dragons are picky fucks, Beast included. She not in heat,\nBeast ends her. Simple as that.\"\n\"Did you make sure?\"\nChristina stiffened at that. She stifled a moan just as the\nhungry gaze of the three men fell upon her.\n\"One way to find out,\" the bandit said. \"Hold 'er up. Need\nher naked for Beast.\"\nThe other two propped her onto her butt, staring at her\nshapes with gusto while the bandit stripped Christina of her clothing. He\nwhistled as he rolled her leggings down, while the other two snickered and\nlicked their lips.\n\"Fine pussy, that,\" the huntsman drawled. \"Most beautiful\nthing about her. So swollen, so ripe...\" \nThe bandit slapped his wrist as he reached towards\nChristina. \"I took her. Seems fit I probe her first.\"\n\"Do whatever the fock you want,\" the huntsman said as he\nbegan pacing around, his erection visible through his leggings. The knight\nalready got his member out, stroking it vigorously as he took curt glimpses of\nher with the corner of his eyes. \n\"Idiot wanker. Pussy a foot away from you, and you fock your\nhand,\" the huntsman said to the knight, frowning.\n\"Beast finds seed inside her, he kills her. Think I wouldn't\nhave focked her meself?\" The bandit said.\nThe huntsman shrugged and took the cue of his companion to\nbring out his stiff member and stroke it, grunting softly. \n\"Now love, let's see what you have to offer,\" The bandit\nwhispered into her ear. \nHis pudgy fingers slid across her belly, hovered across her\nslick lips, and entered her with a satisfying squelch. The bandit grimaced, a\nsoft groan escaping him.\n\"Larn, bring over a dog.\"\n\"I haven't finished,\" the huntsman said. \n\"Bring over a focking dog,\" the bandit thundered.\nLarn stroked himself faster to completion before pulling up\nhis pants and dashing through the trees. The knight finished a moment,\nreleasing a mighty groan as he did. \n\"Don't you go for a quick one Zevren?\"\nZevren shook his head and showed him his fingers, covered in\nVyr's thick, creamy seed. \"Focked her gryphon, this one. I ain't rubbing me\ncock for a beast fucker like her.\"\n\"Pay no attention to her. See the cunt, not her face.\"\nZevren grunted, and settled by Christina's side until Larn\nreturned with a brown, shaggy dog. He barely reined in the bitch, who kept\ntugging on the leash and whimpering at Christina. Zevren parted her thighs\nopen, then signaled to Larn to let go of the bitch.\nChristina's eyes widened for a curt moment before a moan\nburst in her throat. The dog's muzzle dug inside her cunt, the bitch lapping at\nher insides like her life depended on it. Although her body was positively\nnumb, her insides still tingled and reacted to the stimulation, making her cunt\nclench and shudder as she moaned with abandon.\nHer three captors broke into a fit of raucous laughter. The\nknight toppled over under the weight of his armor, and Larn crashed next to\nZevren to lean against his shoulder as he pointed at Christina.\n\"Can you--can you focking believe that mate? Dragoness is\nhaving an orgasm from a dog's tongue,\" Larn said, his voice hoarse from his\nharsh laughter. \n\"Good that she does. If dog can tongue fuck her, then Beast\nwill give her ten orgasms by the time he done with her.\"\nChristina's breath grew labored. She began to pant when the\nbitch finished and drew back to lick the droplets of gryphon seed from her\nwhiskers. \n\"Won't have to feed her at least,\" Larn said as he grabbed\nher leash to lead her away. \"Ate enough for tonight.\"\nZevren look unconvinced. He put two fingers inside\nChristina, and sank all the way to his knuckles, his smile broadening as her\nmoan acquired a higher pitch.\n\"Good squeeze. Can see why your gryphon filled you so good.\nBe a kind soul and give me an orgasm. I want your thighs drenched with fluids\nwhen I toss you into Beast's pen.\"\nHe began pushing his fingers in and out of her in a steady\nmotion, flexing inside her to allow his fingertips to caress her overly\nsensitive walls. Christina tried to frown, to suppress her moans, to deny this\nbastard of his pleasure. She couldn't even manage that. The stimulation proved\ntoo much to bear, and a sharp moan rippled in her throat as the bandit's\nministrations brought her to her peak. Fluids gushed out of her cunt, trickling\nalong her thighs and coating Zevren's hand with a translucent sheen. \nHe smirked at that, grabbed her, and led her deeper into the\nforest. Dazed and numb, Christina closed her eyes and imagined herself back in\nher nest, cuddling with Vyr. Away from her broken shell of a body, away from\neverything. She almost managed to drift away to a more pleasant realm when\nharsh growls snapped her back to her senses.\n\"Beast's half mad with your scent already,\" Zevren said\nbefore tossing Christina into a domed pen, surrounded by shimmering threads. An\narcane prison, one that only a Nethermancer could dispel. Great...\nChristina rolled on the ground from the impact, stopped on\nher back, and snorted out the dust that entered her nostrils. On the other side\nof the pen stood a black dragon, reined in by flimsy threads of magic. He was\nbigger than Ranthar, bulkier, with broad wings, spiraling horns, and a hide so\nscarred she whimpered at the mere sight of him. He missed a toe on his left\nforepaw, a few talons on his other paws, and his tail tip had been removed.\nThere was no sign of intelligence within his stark amber gaze, no trace of\ncompassion.\nOnly wild instinct, driven by raw desire to breed. \nChristina gasped when she sighted his cock, already rock\nhard and bobbing with want. It bore a reddish color, and was thicker and longer\nthan her forearm. Strands of pre leaked from his spaded tip, coating his length\nwith glistening arousal. It only served to emphasize the soft bumps scattered\nalong his shaft, and the several ridges that preceded his impressive knot. She\ncould not possibly take that; she couldn't even...\n\"I thought watching you will give me a semblance of\npleasure, but I haven't realized how small and insignificant you are before\nBeast. Here is to you for surviving the night.\" \nChristina's wild, terrified eyes shifted towards Zevren. He\nbrought out an enchanted signet ring from his pocket, waved it in front of her\nto emphasize its purpose, fled behind the safety of a tree, and disappeared. \nChristina watched with horror as Beast's bindings flickered.\nThat bastard smashed the gemstone of the signet ring faster than she\nanticipated. Spit stuck in her throat as the dragon began flailing his limbs\nand stretching his impressive wings. His sheer strength failed to break the\nfading bindings for now, but that only bought Christina a couple of seconds to\nunderstand her predicament.\nThis dragon was going to mate--no, rape her, and there was\nnothing she could do about it.\nHer whimper faded into the dragon's harsh, needy growls, and\nno matter how hard she tried to shift her limbs, scrunch her snout, or speak,\nshe couldn't. The arcanist made sure to render her useless, incapable of even\ntucking her tail inwards to cover her private parts. \nWith a faint hum, Beast's tethers vanished into nothingness.\nHe crashed onto his chest with the momentum, a harsh growl smoldering within\nhis chest. Amber eyes fixated on Christina, his coal pupils dilated under the\nthin shafts of moonlight creeping through the canopies above them.  \n\"Mhmmmmm, ghmmmmmmm,\" Christina moaned. She had no words to\nback up her helpless sounds, no fierce pose to deter Beast. She lied down on\nher back, her limbs sprawled in all four directions, cunt exposed to his flared\nnostrils. \nInstead of lounging towards her, Beast approached with\nsmall, methodical footsteps, his growl deepening with each thumping fall of his\nbig, meaty paws. \n\"Mmmmmmhm, mmmmmmm,\" the dragoness pleaded, yet even her own\ncries felt dry and lifeless to her. The arcanist suppressed her emotions; he\ntwisted her magical energy in such way that she felt strangely calm before the\nimpending rape. Her heart beats were faint and normal, and her numb body lied\ndown in the most thrilling of ways for the horny male. \nChristina's mind rebelled at her false sense of serenity,\nyet the sea of thoughts churning within her head didn't do much in slowing\nBeast's advance. His snout reached her feet. He prodded at her talons with his\nnostrils, then drew back his head when she didn't move. \nCowardly, mindless\nbeast! You're not the fierce being those bandits made you believe you are. A\nhollow husk, devoid of spirit, is what you are, pitiful creature! Christina\nthought and tried to say, but only whimpers rippled within her throat. \nBeast continued to nudge her thighs, prod at her wings with\nthe tip of an ebony claw, run his snout over her lithe body, all the way up to\nher head. His foul breath washed over Christina, making her shudder within her\nmind, even though her body refused to budge. After a few deliberate whiffs, his\nforked tongue poked out, the tip rolling across her breasts. Christina released\na curt moan, and Beast drew back with a yelp, his wings flexed, ready to carry\nhim away from danger.\nA terrified whelp, trapped in the broken body of a dragon.\nChristina both hated and pitied him for what he was, and the pain he was about\nto inflict upon her body. When his tongue slid across her puffy lips, however,\nit wasn't pain that filled Christina's senses. A short, satisfying moan escaped\nher against her will, making Beast hum in delight as his tongue carried her\nsweet, alluring fragrance into his maw. His hindquarters bucked from the\npotency of her scent, and his lips drew back to reveal long, sharp, glistening\nfangs. \nThe dragon roared his claim on his female for all the forest\ndenizens to hear, a deafening sound that made the very ground rumble from its\nmight. When he looked upon her again, Beast's eyes grew narrow, focused, a\nfierce snarl etched upon his snout. \nChristina's eyes widened. She had heard of feral dragons and\nthe way they dominated their mates, but she didn't expect it to be so literal.\nThe second time Beast's snout descended upon her, his tongue delved all the way\ninside her pussy, forcing Christina to cry out her bliss at being filled by\nsuch tight and slick appendage. The perverted, unnatural pleasure flooded her\nbody, loosening her muscles and veiling her senses with that pleasurable haze\nthat happened during each mating. The arcanist wanted her to like it, and her\ncunt to clench with enough want around Beast's tongue to make the dragon's\ngrowl shatter into feeble, needy whimpers.\nHis forepaws lashed out, talons curling around her thighs to\nget a good grip before he slammed them to the sides, so hard Christina heard\nher joints pop. Beast's tail fell down upon hers to squeeze it into place as he\nsought to gain complete control over her cunt. With her legs parted sideways,\nChristina's pussy was more exposed than ever to the mercy of Beast's tongue. It\nslid across her puffy lips hard and fast, his two thin tongue tips delving into\nher depths to stimulate her muscles enough to produce more sweet arousal. \nWhen it didn't come, Beast pressed his snout against her\nvent, tongue fucking her with hard, sudden thrusts. Against such onslaught,\nChristina could do naught but moan and squeeze her eyes shut as the terse\nshudders of her tunnel picked up in intensity. Her walls clenched around his\nvile tongue, embracing it with the same tightness as she embraced Vyr. That\ndrove Beast mad with lust, urging him to pound his snout against her cunt in\nunison with the thrusts of his tongue. \nHe ate her like there was no tomorrow, slurping her essence\nas soon as it gushed out of her shuddering vent. Christina noticed his\ntwitching nostrils, his trembling wing joints, the spasms rippling along his\nthighs, and the wide, sudden swings of his cock. H was--he was going to...\nShe closed her eyes just as his spurt of pre shot from his\ncock. It drenched her whole body in thin, musky dragon arousal, followed by a\nfew feeble spurts of aqueous seed. Unable to hold back due to the alluring\nscent of her heat, Beast staggered back to lick his soggy snout and to glance\nat his rock hard cock. It throbbed fiercely with the yearn to lodge inside a\nfemale, and Beast had one right in front of him. \n\"Ghmmm Ghmmm,\" Christina tried to reason with him, but the\nprudent male that greeted her had been washed away by Beast's primordial mating\ninstinct. \nHis forepaws relinquished her thighs, gripping her sides so\ntight Christina's breath hitched for a moment. She heaved, coughed and spat,\nbut Beast's grip failed to soften. He aligned his great haunches with her\nthighs, using his toes to held her legs in place while that huge member inched\ncloser and closer to her exposed vent. Christina stared at the spaded,\nglistening tip with dread, then everything turned black as the dragon's chest\npressed against her. His bulk smothered her, it forced her head to the side,\nwhere she barely managed to breathe, wheeze and moan from her precarious\nposition.\nAll of it--her harsh, audible gasps, along with Beast's\nfrail, excited growls--came to an abrupt stop when his tip pried open her folds\nand slipped into her pussy. Christina's breath stuck in her throat, the male's\ngirth too big for her recently stretched walls. And yet, Beast pushed it in,\nevery throb lodging more of that overly tight meat through her dainty passage.\nNone of them made a sound; Christina's jaws clenched harder than ever as she\nfelt her walls stretched to their limits and beyond, and shudders traversed\nBeast's chest, summoned by the overwhelming pleasure brought by Christina's\ntight pussy around him. For a male that had never mated before, it was too\nmuch; Beast's harder, faster throbs suggested as much, as well as his eagerness\nto fill her up to the brim. \nHis knot followed promptly. It knocked against Christina's\nvent with wet squelches, his strokes too feeble, and her crevice too narrow to\nlet him in. Not that it mattered to Christina. The mere size of Beast brought\nher over the edge, forcing her to cry out in sheer bliss as her orgasm hit her.\nHer moment of great pleasure ignited something within Beast, the terse spasms\nof her walls making his frame rock and his cock to pulsate with pent-up lust.\nFrail whimpers, shattered by sharp growls, broke through his maw as the urgency\nto cum took hold of his senses.\nChristina still rode her orgasm, clinging onto the ethereal\nthreads of pleasure, when Beast pulled out of her all of a sudden. She faltered\nfor a moment, her gaze blurred, unfocused. Why did he...\nThe answer slammed inside Christina, harder than she deemed\npossible. Her pussy squelched, both in agony and pleasure, as fifteen inches of\ndragon cock sank inside her in the span of one stroke. Beast pulled back as\nfast as he pierced her, then shove forward for a second thrust. His knot\nslammed against Christina's tailhole, making her pucker clench and her folds to\ntremble from the harsh yet overwhelming thrusts of Beast. \nHe bred her like his namesake, with fast, desperate strokes\nthat lacked elegance and fluidity. Was she not under the arcanist's spells,\nChristina would have wailed in pain. Instead, a constant, drawn-out moan\nvibrated within her throat, climbing a pitch higher whenever Beast's girth returned\nfor another stroke. \nThe dragon scooped her off the floor with his forepaws. His\ntoes wrapped across her back instead, his thumbs holding her in place as his\nbrutish thrusts made her rock from their sheer strength. Christina's eyes\nsqueezed shut every time Beast buried himself inside her, and her moan flared\nto sharp yips as his knot rammed against her folds. It seemed bigger than\nbefore, way bigger, and the ridges themselves swelled from the dragon's obvious\nneed. They pushed through her squelching vent, the ring-like formations\nstimulating her insides with uncanny efficiency. \nChristina braced for a second orgasm when Beast's grip\ntightened around her, making her breath hitch. With a curt motion, he shoved\nher down upon his cock in the same instant with his thrust, forcing his knot\npast her tight folds. Stars speckled Christina's vision; she grew dizzy in an\ninstant, unable to breathe or moan. She felt her insides burn from the great\nknot that filled her to the point where she thought she would burst. \nTo make it worse, Beast came. His first spurt shot from his\nspaded tip like an arrow, drenching Christina's womb with his thick essence.\nMore of it followed, a seething mass that welled within her in the span of a\nheart beat. Beast came so hard, and so much, that Christina's pussy stretched\nbeyond its limits, if only to accommodate the great load he put inside her.\nShe barely heard his roar over the ringing of her ears. Her\nown climax washed over her, brought about by the terse rocking motion of his\ncock inside her. The blissful relief that washed through her made her ordeal\nmore bearable, and it lasted long enough for Beast's knot to shrink enough to\npop out of her. A riptide of fluids burst out of her in the wake of Beast's\ncock, splashing against the ground audibly. Beast whined at that, but became\ntoo preoccupied with suckling off the feeble spurts from his cock. He crashed\non his haunches, staggered, and fell  to\nthe side, moaning and growling in a high pitched manner, like a hatchling who\ntook his first female. \nChristina didn't dwell on it for too long. She stared at the\ncanopies of the trees, at the few twinkling stars whose light pierced through\nthe verdant boughs. Although her body was still numb, Christina's mind felt\ndrained, exhausted beyond belief. The only thing that kept her from passing out\nwas the arcanist's magic, a vile thing that served only one purpose: to keep\nher up long enough for Beast to breed her until he had no more seed left in\nhim. Christina found that hard to believe, judging from the strands of slimy\nessence dribbling down his chin as he suckled on his spaded tip. \nI'm going to die,\nChristina thought. Alone, away from\neveryone I love. Although the arcanist's spell made her believe everything\nworked the way it should, Christina knew better than that. Beast's knot would\ntear her insides. Three matings, five, ten from now, it would happen, and the\nfools who let her in the same pen with Beast would curse their days. \nThis one thought soothed her, at the very least. Better that\nshe would die, than see her first clutch taken away from her. \nThe wind picked up all of a sudden, stirring a curtain of\ndust all around her. Canopies bent and shifted under its might, boughs cracked\nand fell on top of the arcane prison in which she found herself, along with a\nshower of broken stems and leaves. This wind--it wasn't natural. It had to be\nmagic in nature, and whoever controlled it was...\nVyr? \nChristina's jaw dropped as her mate channeled the wind to\nsmash through the wooden fence. To preserve his magic and allow the bandits to\nfeed Beast, the Nethermancer erected the arcane walls as a continuation to the\nwooden fence, which Vyr smashed to bits. It was enough to allow him to crawl\nunder it and step besides her. \nHe looked so different! His plumes vibrated with a\nshimmering aura of a forest green color, like his eyes, and his eyes were\nnarrow and focused on Beast. The dragon backed away, his head held low, his\ntail tucked between his legs and his wings folded neatly to his sides. Short,\nfrail whimpers escaped him, but that didn't stop Vyr from beating his wings\nforward and release a keening cry. \nChristina squeezed her eyes shut as the sheer force of the\nfierce gusts slammed Beast against the arcane walls. A small cyclone engulfed\nhis frame, keeping him suspended a few feet in the air, raking at his hide,\ntearing scales, drawing agonizing cries from the unfortunate victim.\nVyr, you are--you're\nkilling him! Christina wailed, but only a sharp moan escaped her maw. She\ncried, and cried, watching Beast's wing membranes tear to shreds, horrified and\nhelpless. Once Vyr's magical energy ran out and the eerie glow around him\nsubsided, the cyclone he conjured dissipated. Beast crashed to the ground in a\nheap of twitching limbs and trembling wings, whimpering and squeaking faintly.\nIt tore at Christina's heart to see a proud, majestic being like him reduced to\nthis state, in spite of the pain he brought upon her.\nIt wasn't even pain. He didn't hurt her; all he did was mate\nwith her, like any male in his position would have, and Christina came, more\nthan once. What the arcanist did to her body was unforgivable, yet she couldn't\nhelp but shed a tear for her kin, tortured by the very gryphon who came to\ntheir rescue. \nOr did he? Vyr wasted no time in grabbing Christina and\nholding her tight to his chest while he trudged out of the enchanted pen. Once\nout, he placed her on a bed of grass and ran his beak across her body, mellow\nchirps rumbling in his throat.\n\"My wind magic awoke, but not in time to prevent that\ncreature from...from...\" he turned towards the pen, unable to look at her seed\ndrenched pussy a moment longer. \"Just because he's your kin, that doesn't mean\nhe deserves your pity. I can kill him. End his misery. You have but tell me and\nI'll go back into that pen to--\"\n\"Mmmmm mhmmmm mmmmmmm,\" Christina whined, allowing her voice\nto ripple with soft tones that weakened Vyr's resolve. \nHer mate turned back to face her, his beak clattering with\ndistress. \"I won't do it, but only because your safety means more than a dead\ndragon to me.\" \nHe grabbed her in his talons, launched himself into the air,\nand flapped hard and fast to breach the clouds. Once the pale moonlight greeted\nhis feathers, Vyr stretched his wings into a steady glide to preserve his\nenergy. His feathers and warmth kept the stinging chill at bay, yet fierce\ntremors still wracked Christina's frame. Good. That meant the arcanist's spell\nweakened.\n\"You're trembling like a leaf. Should I--\"\n\"Mmnnnnno,\" Christina managed to utter, her mouth and tongue\nstill too stiff to form words. \nVyr tucked his head to his chest to look upon her, then\nstared back at the veil of darkness that stretched before him. He knew better\nthan land and rest, proud as he was. His wind magic might make quick work of\nthe bandits, but they had gryphons of their own, attuned to more elements than\njust wind. \nHe flew for far longer than Christina anticipated. Light\nperked on the horizon before he banked left towards a dried brook. His hind\npaws met the fine sand, and he gingerly placed Christina onto his back to free\nhis forepaws. Once the protective canopies of the oaks cast their shadows upon\nhim, Vyr crouched, pushed her off with his beak, and tucked her tight to his side\nwith the help of his beak. His wing fell upon her, engulfing her in a warm,\ncomforting darkness. \n\"Force yourself to sleep. Rest will help unravel the\narcanist's magic.\"\nVyr needed that more than she did. Every fiber of his body\ntrembled from the strain he put himself through, and pained squeaks left his\nbeak. He depleted his magic, flew for the better part of the night, and fought\nhis own set of bandits in order to come to her rescue, a feat rivaling that of\na royal gryphon. Christina forced her eyes shut, trying her best to reward\nVyr's pain by fighting the arcanist's magic. \nSleep didn't come to her. Try as she might, her body refused\nto heed her mind. Instead, she counted her heartbeats within her mind to\ndistract herself from Vyr's whimpers and wing jerks. Something must have\nworked, for she reached heartbeat number ten thousand seven hundred and thirty\nthree before a pleasant numbness lured her to sleep. \nWhen she next woke up, Christina rested against the smooth,\nwarm surface of Ranthar's inner thigh. She poked around with her fingers in the\npenetrating darkness, urging Ranthar to lift his wing and curl his neck around\nto face her. \n\"You shouldn't wake up so soon. Your shivers are still too\nfierce to--\"\n\"Where--where is Vyr?\" Christina asked, her voice hoarse, her\nthroat raw, and her head heavy. Her temples pounded, her stomach churned like a\nvolcano, and an overpowering dizziness took hold of her senses. She fell back\nagainst Ranthar's haunch, her eyes closed to fight off the nauseating feeling.\nShe felt horrible and great at the same time. To feel the icy fingers of fear\nraking across her back meant that the arcanist's spell wavered, even though her\nlimbs and wings barely responded to her attempts to stretch.\n\"He left to scout for threats.\"\n\"Why didn't you--in his stead...\"\n\"I tried, and that earned me three talon marks across my\nthroat.\" Three scratches, thin yet visible. Christina winced, but Ranthar's\nsnout delved upon her to plant long, moist, soothing licks across her bare\nbody. \n\"He didn't want me to side with the bandits and take you as\nmy mate. An irrational concern, one that he strongly believes in,\" Ranthar said\nbetween licks. \nHer mate had his flaws and ridiculous worries, yet Christina\ncouldn't help but feel proud of him, if a bit angry at his weakened state.\n\"You should have--should have stopped him. Why didn't...\"\nChristina trailed off as Ranthar's tongue filled her snout, drawing a slimy\nline across her face.\n\"Don't speak yet. You're shaking like a leaf. Let me draw\nthe cold out of you first, and then you can question my cowardice.\"\nShe didn't imply that! Christina attempted to roll onto her\nbottom and get up, but she didn't even make it halfway before crashing onto her\nback once again. Ranthar snorted softly, throwing her a look that said \"I told\nyou so.\"\nHe continued to lick along her belly, his tongue rolling\naround her breasts and down her shapely thighs. Ranthar's snout hovered over\nher body, blowing gusts of hot air upon her to warm her slick form. Christina\nmoaned in delight. Her muscles loosened under the sudden warmth, and warm\ntingles spread through her frame, waking the dormant parts of her body. \n\"His seed is still inside you,\" Ranthar said as he looked to\nthe side, unable to match her gaze. \"It didn't feel right to get it out, not so\nsoon after he--\"\n\"Get it out. You should have done that as soon as Vyr placed\nme down in your care. I can't believe you let...inside me for so long...\"\nChristina's voice faltered, and she coughed several times as her chest\nconstricted due to the implications of Ranthar's gallantry. What if his seed\nbloomed inside her? What if her hatchlings became--\nShe couldn't finish her thought. Ranthar's slick appendage\ndelved upon her lips, caressing them briefly before he pushed his tongue in all\nthe way inside her. Christina gasped at the sudden pleasure that flooded her\nbeing. She clenched upon him hard and fast, whimpering in short bursts as his\ntongue swirled inside her to wash away Beast's essence. \nRanthar drew his tongue into his maw, slurping the thick\nseed, snarling and hissing from its tart tint. \"It didn't quicken. It was his\nfirst mating, and a male's first climax flushes out his bad seed.\"\nBad seed? Christina would have laughed at his ridiculous\nattempts to soothe her worries, had she the strength to do so. Instead, she\nmoaned as Ranthar's tongue returned to fill her vent and tease her endlessly\nwith that tantalizing swirling motion. Through her half closed eyes, she\nwatched his member grow, faster than it ever did, already pulsating with hearty\nthrobs. The harder he ate her, the fiercer his shaft bobbed, until weak whimpers\nrippled through his throat. Weak spurts of seed left his rocking tip, splashing\nagainst her feet and knees, coating her in a thin, ivory web. \nThe lewd sight brought Christina on the verge of her own\nclimax. Her vaginal muscles rippled with want, and her body rocked in a\nswaying, enticing motion, her moans urging Ranthar to lick harder, faster,\ndeeper. \nVyr's screech made her heart leap in her chest. She closed\nher eyes and rolled away from Ranthar just as her mate pounced the horny\ndragon, half dazed from his recent pleasure. Vyr's talons pinned Ranthar's forepaws\ndown, the claws of his hind paws bit into the soft, light grey scales of his\nunderbelly, and his tail wrapped around Ranthar's cock, squeezing it hard\nenough for his tapered tip to turn white. His beak locked around Ranthar's\nthroat, applying enough pressure to end his feeble growl. \nChristina paled. Ranthar didn't even fight back. He froze\nunder her mate, his wings and tail sprawled on the ground in submission. \n\"How dare you?\" Ranthar thundered. He pulled back, mantling\nover Ranthar, towering above him. \"How dare you claim my mate after what she's\nbeen through?\" His talons curled inwards, biting into Ranthar's scales, just as\nhis hind paws leaned forward to drive his hooked claws into the soft scales of\nhis underbelly. Ranthar didn't even squirm. He blinked apologetically, glancing\nat Vyr, then looking to the sides. \nThat didn't please her mate. He lodged one forepaw into his\nthroat, flapping his wings for balance as his tail released his shrinking\nmember. \"You can't even imagine what that dragon did to her--what I did to him.\"\n\nGusts of wind whipped past Christina, ruffling the\ntapestries pinned against the walls. They became stronger, fiercer as Vyr's\nplumes began to shimmer with the same eerie glow Christina had witnessed the\nprevious day.\nHer stomach sank. The image of Beast, with his wings in\ntatters, his hide lacerated and his scales torn, zipped through her mind,\nbringing a cold shiver through her frame. It was happening again. Only, this\ntime, Ranthar would be the victim.\nChristina didn't think. She clung onto the sudden strength\nthat filled her being and shot forward, flapping her wings to enhance the\nstrength of her leap. She slammer shoulder-first into Vyr, knocking him off\nRanthar, who scrambled onto his legs to flee to his furred bedding. \nVyr whipped his tail at Christina, wrapping it around her\nlegs just as his wings buffeted her. She squeezed her eyes shut against the blow,\nbut instead, Vyr engulfed her in a feathery sanctuary, cawing his disbelief at\nher. \n\"He took you. He took you and you still--He's a feral beast!\"\nVyr shrieked. \"No different than Beast. Has he any regard for you? Or is your\ncunt all that is important to him?\"\nChristina reached towards her mate's neck. She dragged him\ninto her embrace, so hard and fast Vyr let out a frail, surprised squeak. \n\"Typical for a gryphon, to jump to conclusions based on a\nmere assumption,\" she said while she ran her fingers through the soft plumage\nof his scruff. \"I had Beast's seed in me. I asked Ranthar to clean it. My heat\ngot the better of him,\" she explained with a slow, smooth voice to allow her\nwords to sink in. \nVyr didn't care for that. He dabbed his beak at her pussy, gasping\nand snorting audibly. When he looked upon her once again, his features\nsoftened, het his pupils still shrunk whenever he glimpsed Ranthar. \n\"He's still a beast, incapable of controlling his lust. I\ndon't want him anywhere around you.\"\n\"Agreed.\" Christina's heart constricted at the thought of\nchasing Ranthar away, so soon after he indulged her with his tongue, but Vyr's\nshimmering aura gave her no choice. Better than he left unscathed than fight\nthe battle of pride. \"Leave us to our own, dragon,\" Christina commanded.\nRanthar dipped his head and curled into his furred bed in a\nball.\nVyr strode towards him, faster than Christina could catch\nup. \"Leave her the furs. She needs them more than you do.\"\n\"It's my bed,\" Ranthar growled, a feeble snarl etched upon\nhis snout. It vanished as soon as his gaze hovered over Christina, who tilted\nher head sideways to send him away.\n\"She wants you gone. That means you disappear from our\nsights.\"\nRanthar left for the treasure room, his tail rocking with\nobvious displeasure. Vyr curled into his nest, a wing stretched for Christina\nto curl under. She sighed and took his cue.\n\"We're in his home. Sending him away isn't right.\"\n\"His presence is what it isn't right. He mated you, filled\nyou with his seed. He's a lustful beast, hardening at the mere sight of you.\"\n\"And you?\" Christina said, stroking his cheek with two\njoined fingers. \"Don't pretend you never got hard. You said so yourself, and\nthe scents in our nest proved it.\"\nVyr perked up at that, fixating one emerald eye on her. \"Yet\nyou never noticed. I made sure you didn't. Whatever hold instincts have over\nme, I can control it.\"\n\"Even when you confessed to have almost eaten a human\ncarcass?\"\nHe cocked his head at that. \"That's an argument in my\nfavor.\" \n\"It is.\" Christina leaned over to cup his beak into her\npalms and plant a soft kiss upon its smooth, light grey surface. \"Instincts\nmake us who we are. If I lacked a mating instinct, I would not have had my\nheat. If I hadn't entered my heat, I would not have offered myself to you.\"\nVyr's drawn-out caw was music to Christina's ears. Such a\nsoft sound for such a majestic being. She couldn't help but fondle one of his\nears and lick his beak, over and over again. \n\"I still don't trust him. Never will.\"\n\"Trust me, and the promise I made him. He deserves to find a\nmate of his own and discover what loves feels like.\"\n\"What does it feel like?\" Vyr taunted. \nChristina smirked and began rubbing his wing joint. She\nbegan to hover her paw across his leonine half, scratching softly at his belly,\nwhen Vyr curled his neck around her waist to stop her.\n\"Christina, don't--not so soon after...\" he trailed off,\nuncertain on how to proceed. \nGood. That made it easier for her to lick the side of his\near and whisper into it. \"Whatever happened, happened. Don't confuse me with a\nscullery maid who jumps at the sight of men after being raped for the first\ntime.\" She held his beak up to stare into his eyes when she said it, \"I'm a\ndragon. I get to decide what I do with my body. Not the bandits, not the\narcanist, not Beast.\"\n\"I still don't think you miiiiiirppppppp,\" Vyr trilled when\nChristina began to knead at his sheath with one paw and direct his beak to her\npussy with the other. \n\"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you the last time.\" She pushed\nback his sheath, pushing out his glistening length that grew hard as stone in\nmere moments. She began stroking him up and down, massaging his knot with the\ntips of her fingers in an enticing motion that drove Vyr crazy with lust.\n\"Raa--raaawk awk awk,\" Vyr cried out. He breathed in her\nscent deeply; Christina heard the clatter of his beak, felt his rhythmical\nthrobs against her palm. \"I'm--I'm spent. Too tired. We should both rest--rest\nand wait for--\"\n\"You can rest on your back, my dear mate. Us dragons have\nour tongues to serve our mates during their lazy periods.\"\n\"I'm not lazy,\" Vyr shot, \"just very--\"\n\"Hard,\" Christina continued for him. She continued to stroke\nhim as she shifted into the proper position to tend to Vyr's needs, facing his\nsack and ruddy member, her back to the interior of the cave. She spread her\nknees enough to allow her rocking tail to massage her wet folds while her paws\ngrabbed Vyr's padded toes. She applied a light squeeze upon his smooth pads, making\nhis paws twitched, before cupping them into her palms. Holding his paws still\ngave her a perverted sense of dominance, to immobilize her mate's limbs as she\ndescended upon his rock hard length with her maw.\nVyr released a sharp caw, and Christina moaned as she\nwrapped her tongue around him, easing him further in. His rich, feral taste\nflared her senses, making her walls constrict with want. \nFor a tired bird, Vyr certainly throbbed hard. Christina\nsqueezed his paws tighter for extra purchase as his hindquarters began to buck.\nHis tapered tip dabbed at her throat, urging her to take more of him inside.\nShe obliged, moaning as she did, catching his light gushes of pre against the\nbase of her tongue. She only gulped it down after tasting him, trilling in unison\nwith him at how good he tasted. What he was about to give her would taste even\nbetter, however, and it wasn't long before Vyr would succumb to his pleasure.\nHis toes flexed in her grip, his cries became sharper and more alert, his tail\nrocked with renewed vigor. \nHe was close. Close enough for Christina to show him--\nA muffled yelp burst from her throat as a weight pressed\nupon her back, pinning her on her knees while thick, draconic haunches locked\nin around hers. Ranthar? What in the world was he doing here? \nGet away! Christina\nwanted to say. With Vyr occupying her maw, all she managed was a moan, which\nRanthar took for his cue to push the entire length of his rock-hard shaft\ninside her. Her pussy squelched from being filled to the brim, each of the\nthree ridges that preceded Ranthar's knot making Christina gasp and pant from\nthe fiery pleasure that welled within her. \nMuch to her relief, Vyr had his eyes closed, his blissful\nsquawks echoing through the whole cave. Apart from his squelching thrusts,\nRanthar made no sound. He mated her with short, powerful strokes, huffing\nslightly as he claimed his female like only a dragon could. Christina relished\nthe touch of scales upon her bare back, his comforting weight upon her, his\npowerful haunches squeezing her tight enough to hold her in place for his cock\nto thrust in and out of her with abandon. Every time he did, his knot slammed\nagainst her tight walls, caressing her shuddering lips in the most intimate of\nways.\nShe wasn't going to last long, and neither did her males.\nThe claws of Vyr's hind paws already began to poke out, heralding his climax,\nand Ranthar began to pant above her. His back arched, and his wings stretched\nfor extra balance as he began to pound away at her with deft strokes. Soft\nspasms wracked her depths from the overwhelming stimulation, pushing her closer\ntowards her orgasm, one that she couldn't fight against even if she wanted. \nRanthar gave in first. The dragon shoved his hindquarters\nforward, pushing his knot through her lips with a sudden squelch. Christina\nsqueezed her eyes shut, the pleasure too much for her to bear. She flared her\nnostrils, taking in deep breaths to delay her climax as her mouth worked up and\ndown around Vyr, but Ranthar's fast, hearty spurts made her moan and whimper\nevery time his scalding seed splashed into her womb. Lost in the thrill of his\nclimax, Ranthar's limbs buckled, driving his chest against her back, pressing\nhis weight against her head. Christina collapsed onto her belly under the\nsudden push, and her chin was shoved into Vyr's sack. That made the gryphon's\nhindquarters buck and ram his cock inside her maw, pushing his knot past her\nlips and into the wet sanctuary of her mouth. \nChristina wrapped her tongue around his knot instinctively,\nsuckling on it hard and fast. Having his most sensitive part of his cock\ntrapped into Christina's maw, held in place tight by her tongue, brought Vyr\nover his peak. A rush of cum burst from his throbbing tip, filling Christina's\nmaw to the brim faster than she could swallow. She somehow managed to do it\nthrough heavy gulps, her mate's creamy consistency and savory taste helping a great\ndeal. \nKnotted to both of the males, Christina moaned curtly,\npausing to swallow more of her mate's essence and clench around Ranthar's\nperfect cock. Unlike Beast, his size stretched her the right amount, allowing\nthe excess cum to slip past her lips and dribble down her tail. Even when\nRanthar found purchase once again on his shuddering limbs, Christina begged him\nto rest against her through pleading moans. She loved the way he took her,\nsuddenly and without warning. Her pussy begged for it, and Ranthar merely\nobliged. \nSo, Christina continued to tend to her males, waiting for\nthe spasms of her cunt to milk Ranthar dry and swirling her tongue around Vyr's\nlength to draw more of that viscous essence out of him. When their knots\nfinally shrunk and Vyr noticed Ranthar, the gryphon screeched at him for a\nsplit moment before he noticed Christina's resolute gaze. \nHe said nothing, much to her relief, and waited for Ranthar\nto taper off, nuzzle Christina's seed drenched cunt, hum in joy at filling her\nso good, and wobble a few steps away from the mated pair, where he curled into\na ball.\nChristina licked the droplet of seed that built upon Vyr's\ntip, then crawled under his waiting wing, light headed from the blissful\nexperience.\n\"You are my mate, and deserve everything that makes you\nhappy and fulfilled. The way Ranthar took you--did you like it?\" He sounded\ngenuinely curious, if a bit spiteful or jealous. Christina chuckled and nuzzled\nhis neck to soothe his worries.\n\"As much as you liked cumming inside my maw.\"\n\"That much?\"\n\"That much,\" Christina agreed. \"I'm glad he had me. Better\nthat his seed fills me now instead of giving Beast a chance at a clutch.\"\nVyr dragged her into the feathery embrace of his chest and\ntrailed off to sleep. Before she joined him, Christina glanced at Ranthar one\nmore time, smiling at him, and nodding her gratitude at the pleasure he offered\nher. Although he wasn't her mate, Ranthar treated her like one, and it pained Christina\nto sleep away from his embrace when his cum filled her pussy to the brim.  \n She woke up covered\nin a leathery blanket, so foreign yet so familiar to her. She lifted her head,\nblinked the drowsiness from her eyes, and frowned when Ranthar's snout met her.\n\n\"Where's my mate?\"\nThe dragon inched closer to lick her neck, but even his\nsoothing tongue failed to alleviate her distress. Christina grabbed Ranthar's\nsnout, pushing him away in spite of the pleasant hum rumbling in his throat.\n\"Why isn't my mate here, Ranthar?\"\nHis slitted pupils narrowed in focus. \"He is out hunting.\"\n\"Why aren't you hunting with him?\"\n\"He didn't allow me to,\" the drake said as he lowered his\nhead, releasing a short, irritated snort. \nThat sounded like her mate indeed. A weight lifted off her\nheart, and she sought to embrace Ranthar's snout, but the dragon busied himself\nwith one of his paws, licking the flecking scales off the wan underside. She\ncrawled up to his snout, running a paw along the sinuous length of his neck.\nOne of Ranthar's eyes shifted in her direction before drooping back towards his\npaw.\n\"Something disturbs you,\" Christina noted.\n\"My paw. I stepped inside a thorn bush and--\"\nChristina pushed his snout aside with one of her wings,\ngrabbed his paw, and exposed the light grey underside. Not a speckle of blood. \n\"You've been around too many cats and dogs, I take it?\"\nRanthar dipped his head, letting out a drawn-out huff. \"I\nnever learned how to weave words in a convincing way.\"\n\"No you haven't,\" Christina said, giggling. \"You are as bad\nat lying as you are at hiding your displeasure. So.\" She grabbed his chin and\nlifted his snout to match her gaze. \"You want more.\"\n\"I--I don't know what I want,\" Ranthar confessed. His eyes\nshot back and forth between Christina and the four walls surrounding them, unable\nto look into her eyes for more than a fleeting moment. \"You are my first mate\nand I--\"\n\"I'm the first female you mated,\" Christina corrected. \"Vyr\nis my mate. You are just my...\" How could she put it without tarnishing his\npride?\n\"Your consort?\"\nChristina grinned. That was one way to put it!\n\"My beloved consort.\" She kissed him between the nostrils,\nthen pushed down on his snout to direct him towards her pussy. \nRanthar didn't object. He gladly dabbed at her folds, taking\nin deep whiffs as the tip of his tongue dashed across her swollen lips. A\nlustful growl ignited within his throat, rich and powerful; it made Christina's\nchest tremble with pent-up lust and her cunt to shudder as she grew wet.\nRanthar's tongue pierced her deeper, stretching her flexible muscle to lap at\nher sweet nectar. His swift tongue strokes made Christina's knees buckle,\nforcing her to grab onto Ranthar's horns for balance. \n\"That's--that's enough,\" she said through her increasingly\nlouder moans. \"You're giving me a...a...\" she clenched her jaws, least the\nfiery pleasure welled within her groin overwhelmed her. \nOblivious to her words, Ranthar kept eating her out, his\ncock already rock hard and pulsating with the accelerated rhythm of his breath.\n\nChristina was about to cry out in sheer bliss when a loud\nthud forced her eyes open. She staggered for a moment, dizzy with pleasure, and\nstared at Vyr with wide eyes. \n\"Mating already? I thought you disliked doing it on an empty\nstomach.\"\n\"I do, I do,\" Christina stuttered. She flicked her paw to\nsend Ranthar away, then slapped his neck with her tail when the lustful dragon\nstill licked her cunt with abandon. That drew him out of his reverie, and the\nsight of Vyr gave him pause. A wing fell over his blood engorged member to\ncover himself, and he tried his best to conceal his snarl of delight. \n\"You don't need my approval to mate him, Christina. That's\nhis purpose, the reason he's still with us.\" He glanced at Ranthar, his\nfeatures stern, impassive, unreadable. \n\"Tuck into it while his flesh is still warm.\" He stepped to\nthe side of the young buck he killed by snapping his spine. Gryphons always\nmade clean kills, diving towards their prey and ending it with a swift peck to\nthe neck. \nChristina scoffed at that. \"Can't we at least share?\"\n\"Not when you already have to share it with your clutch,\"\nRanthar added. Vyr threw him a surprised look, and the dragon drew courage from\nit. \"You're the dragon mother. It's your right to get the juicy parts.\"\nShe rolled her eyes and said no more. It took great effort\nto convince Vyr of the futility of his selflessness. She wasn't about to argue\nwith two males, not when both of them stared at her expectantly. So, she tore\nopen the buck's belly, and munched on his tender and nutritional organs. Her\nhunger surprised her rational side, and no matter how hard she clung onto the\nthought of preserving a bit of liver and heart for her mate and consort,\ninstincts got the better of her. \nBy the time she finished, Christina panted. She ate\nbreathlessly, like a ravenous beast. \n\"Your turn,\" she said as she wobbled towards the furred\nbedding. Ranthar's snout greeted her, his tongue washing away the blood coating\nher arms and snout, while Vyr tore into the buck's meaty haunches. \nHe left only the ribs, the spine, and the forelegs for\nRanthar to gnaw on. Although her consort scraped the meat off the bones without\nas much as a whimper, Christina's tail tip flicked back and forth with obvious\nirritation. It upset her, how her mate chirped and cooed while she licked his\nbeak clean, yet she didn't find the courage to speak of it. By gryphon rites,\nthe hunter chose what to do with the catch. Questioning her mate's choice in\nfront of Ranthar would only serve to weaken his image in the dragon's eyes and\nfuel his futile hopes of becoming more to Christina than just a consort. \n\"We should take flight while the sun is young to keep ahead\nof the bandits. We will hunt along the way,\" he added when Christina threw him\na glare. As if it made up for his poor treatment of Ranthar. \nThey didn't even hunt. Vyr pushed himself to his limits,\nflying over the sprawling hills and past Hyrin's borders. The villages shrunk\nto mere settlements, built in deforested areas, with squat dwellings and small\npathways connecting them. The flickering lights of the torches appeared as\ntwinkling dots to Christina, who soared just under the blanket of crowds. She\nrode Vyr at her mate's behest, with Ranthar flanking them on the left. For a\nyoung dragon, he sure developed the proper endurance for an extended flight.\nIt was Vyr who sought the shelter of the birch alcove for\nthe night, situated a few wing beats from a thinning brook. The murmur of the\nwater unnerved him more than the scent of humans creeping from a mile away. \n\"Stop staring at it,\" Christina urged, her paws hovering\nacross his taut haunches. \"It's just a wood gathering settlement.\"\n\"With more than one gryphon nesting in their area.\" Vyr held\nhis head aloft to take in the scent of his kind. Christina only smelled the dry\ntint of dust and incense the humans burned during the night to ward off the\nspirits of the dead trees. Her sense of smell wasn't as keen as Vyr's, which\nwas both a blessing and a curse. At least she didn't sit on her haunches, still\nas a statue, looking at the horizon with a bleak expression. \n\"How many gryphons?\" She entertained Vyr's worries for a\nsecond. \n\"Three females and two males, of which one is a mated pair\nwith chicks.\"\n\"They won't leave their chicks for us.\"\n\"Unless their humans force them to.\"\nThat matter again. Christina chose to stay silent and work\nher fingers around Vyr's leonine half. She kneaded at his tense frame with her\nfingertips, and sneaked a hand under a hind paw to grab it and massage his\nsensitive toes. Vyr loved that. Just not tonight.\nClaws left their sheath, and she shook out of Christina's\ngrip to adopt the same stoic position. \n\"Your qualms are with the bandits, not with a few\nlumberjacks and their pregnant wives.\"\n\"A few rotten apples are enough to spoil the whole basket,\"\nVyr retorted. \"A human saying, one that you used to be quite taken with.\"\n\"Well, I'm now taken with you.\" She snuck a paw between his\nhaunches to fondle his sack between his fingers, making Vyr tense up and\nshudder. His reaction encouraged her to apply the same treatment to his\nsheathe, but she found it softer than she anticipated. No matter. A few strokes\nand...\nVyr got up and pushed Christina's paw aside with his tail.\n\"That's the best argument you made tonight, and the reason I should perch on\nthe outskirts of their settlement.\"\nChristina wanted to say something, but Vyr's wing beats took\nher words away. She got up, dusted her tunic, and crouched to fly after him. \n\"Don't go. Your presence will only make things worse.\"\n\"So is me staying idle while my mate is searching for\ntrouble.\"\n\"Trouble will only find him when you're around,\" Ranthar\nsaid. He shifted onto his fours and padded over to Christina to nuzzle her\nshoulder. \"On his own, he won't think much of a gryphon coming to greet him. If\nyou are with him, he will assume the worst, and heed to no reason but his own.\"\nChristina wrapped her arms around his torso, suddenly cold.\n\"You don't know my mate. You don't know me. All you know is how my cunt feels\naround you.\"\n\"Rrrrrrr, you're mistaken,\" Ranthar growled. \"I've watched\nhim, just as I watched you. Your compassionate nature doesn't extend to him.\"\nChristina's ears perked, and she turned to face Ranthar.\n\"That only serves to prove my point. You don't know my mate at all.\" \nRanthar didn't object. Not because he wanted to spare her of\na futile argument, but because he was already erect from her scent. His chin\nrested on her shoulder, applying a light squeeze that encouraged Christina to\nget down on all fours. \nShe slapped his snout. When that didn't work, she tried\npushing him away, but he didn't budge. \n\"Tarnishing the image of my mate is one lousy way to get me\nto...\" her words came to an abrupt stop when Ranthar shifted onto his haunches\nin order to free his forepaws, who grabbed her slender frame hard enough to\nhold her still while his snout nibbled at her leggings. \nChristina jerked in his grip, fluttered her wings, tried to\ndislodge those meaty toes that surrounded her from all sides. To no avail.\nRanthar's clutch became tighter, and lustful growls rumbled in his chest. His\nteeth made quick work of her leggings, and as soon as her pussy was exposed to\nthe brisk wind of the night, his chest pinned her down in a mating position.\nChristina's stomach lurched, and her heart leaped in her\nchest at being handled in such rough way. She simmered, wanted to scream and\ngrowl and roar at Ranthar for shoving her down on her fours against her will.\nAnd yet, perverse excitement washed through her, making her wet herself with\ndesire. Rough as he was, Ranthar had the guts to claim his female unlike Vyr,\nand his tight presence inside her made her roar in both elation and discomfort.\n\n\"Wrong...wrong hole,\" she stammered, then gritted her teeth\njust in time to brace against the second stroke. In his excitement to mate her, Ranthar's pulsating cock pierced the nearest hole, which happened to be the one\nlocated under her tail. His tightness took Christina's breath away. So hard he\nwas, and so big, that her pink pucker stretched to its limits in order to\naccommodate him. \nRanthar pushed himself halfway into her, his lubricated tip\nparting her tight, squeezing passage in its wake, drenching it with fresh\nspurts of pre. His juices felt so much hotter, his cock that much bigger, to\nher untested tailhole. Everything felt infinitely more intense to her, ranging\nfrom the smoothness of his rock hard meat to the seething pleasure creeping\nthrough her body. \nChristina tried to roar, yet her throat was almost as tight\nas her tailhole. No sounds escaped her but for the thundering beats of her\nheart while her consort thrust into her dainty pucker, faster and deeper with\neach stroke. \nAbove her, Ranthar snarled his heart out, releasing a\nconstant, high pitched whimper at sinking himself inside such tight, comforting\ndepths. Every time Christina squeezed him involuntarily, Ranthar's frame\nquivered, and his haunches squeezed her tighter to hold his female in place. His\ntalons drew deep furrows across the ground as the dragon scrambled for\npurchase, moments away from his moment of great pleasure.\nChristina teetered on the edge of her climax as well, now\nthat Ranthar's cock plunged inside her up to his ridges. An electrifying jolt\nshook her frame at the thought of being unable to take his tight, circular,\nmeaty protrusions, but Ranthar proved her wrong. With a strong thrust, he\nlodged his first set of ridges inside her with a wet plop, making her dig her\nclaws into the ground and bite back a scream. She felt somewhat raw, yet the\nintense pleasure that flooded her being drowned every trace of pain. Spasms\nwracked her muscles, massaging Ranthar's cock with deft strokes, while hot,\npungent arousal dribbled from her pussy in a steady stream. \nThe scent of her liquid heat drove Ranthar mad. After he\ndrew in a deep, audible breath, the dragon let it out in a shuddering whimper\nas he began pounding her in his earnest. Unable to clench her tailhole in time\nto contain his thrusts, Christina could do naught but grit her teeth, shut her\neyes, and moan as her consort mated her with practiced dexterity. To him, her\ntailhole felt like her pussy, perhaps even better, now that his pre lubricated\nher enough for lewd squelching sounds to accompany every thrust. \nEven though each thrust carried Christina closer to her\npeak, she couldn't quite get there without something lodged inside her\nshuddering pussy. She tried to get a shaky paw down there and finish off\nherself, but only made it halfway before her balance wavered and her fingers\ncurled around the ground for support. Now that Ranthar plunged his cock inside\nher up to his final set of ridges, his knot sought to lodge itself inside her.\nThe steady motion of his ripe bulge slapping against her cunt made Christina\ngasp, both from elation and horror. She couldn't possibly take it! He was too\nbig!\n\"Ranthar, switch; switch holes. I can't...can't take you...\"\nshe huffed, unable to form more coherent words with such demanding tightness\nfilling her tailhole. \n\"Rrrrrrrrr, you can. You took me before, rrrrrrrr,\" her\nconsort growled in sheer bliss.\nTo Ranthar's lust addled mind, her words were nothing but a\nmoan, a plea that begged him to knot his female and claim her as his. His limbs\nbucked in anticipation for his final thrust, his wings unfurled to keep him\nsteady, and his head drew back to release a feral roar. In one curt motion,\nRanthar drove his knot through Christina's pucker, drawing a hoarse cry from\nthe dragoness.\nHer vision became blurry from the overpowering elation that\nflooded her senses. He was so big! So, so big and hard! Against her will, her\ntight passage clenched around him, relaxed, only to squeeze him again in a\nsteady, milking motion. Ranthar gave her his seed not a moment after. \nHe flooded her tailhole, his creamy essence plastering upon\nher shuddering walls, his liquid heat soothing her ache. More spurts followed,\neach stronger and more fulfilling than the previous. Each served to fill her to\nthe brim, stretching her to her limits, until Christina felt like bursting from\nthe great pleasure which claimed her senses. For a moment, she couldn't\nbreathe, or think, or moan. All she could do was clamp down upon Ranthar's\nlength, feel his delightful shapes, relish the comforting seed he deposited\ninside her. \n Once her breath\nreturned and her senses recovered from the overly intense experience, Christina\ncrashed onto her chest, heaving. Behind her, Ranthar panted, his tongue lolling\nto the side of his maw as he regarded Christina with an exhausted yet fulfilled\nlook. \n\"You bastard. I told you--told you to....\" Christina trailed\noff, unable to say one more word. Ranthar looked too adorable, panting like\nthat, with his eyes half closed, as if he was about to doze off. He perked his\nhead at her words, then looked upon his knot to admire his work. \n\"I should leave you to rest.\"\n\"You should,\" Christina agreed.\nRanthar curled his neck to lick at the base of his knot,\nencouraging it to unravel. A rush of seed followed in his wake, drenching\nChristina's thighs and tail in sticky, ivory dragon essence. \nAs soon as he released himself from Christina, Ranthar\ncrashed onto his side, his aloft hind paw twitching as he trailed off to sleep.\nChristina smirked. Typical for a male, to spend his seed and doze off. \nShe scooped some of the seed from her tailhole, and put it\ninside her pussy with slow, tantalizing strokes. Even a faint touch was enough\nto trigger Christina's building orgasm, making her shiver and moan as her vent\ntightened around her fingers. So hard her climax hit her, that Christina fell\nasleep before she even knew it. \nHer heat tapered off the next day, when Ranthar's snout\nhovered over her dry pussy. He had a strange glint in his eyes, an intense\nfocus that sent a warm shiver through Christina's frame.\n\"I'm the father, and I will look after your clutch, no\nmatter what,\" his deep, amber eyes said. \nAs they continued their flight towards the mountains,\nRanthar confirmed Christina's suspicions. The bigger her belly grew, the more\nprotective he became of her, following Vyr's instructions to scout and hunt\nwithout a second thought. Although her clutch wasn't his, Vyr loved Christina\nall the same, spoiling her in his usual gallant--and infuriating--manner and\nmating her with slow, tender strokes. With a bulging belly like hers, Christina\nonly needed a few strokes to cum harder than she had ever done before. \nAt Vyr's behest, the trio stopped on the fringes of the\nDragon Peaks. The mountain barrier stretched as far and wide as the eye could\nsee, and the untamed wilderness made Christina's hide tingle with both\nexcitement and fear. She was a bipedal dragon, one that had been raised by\nhumans. What was she doing here, in the heart of nowhere?\nUnlike her, Vyr and Ranthar relished their freedom. As soon\nas they found a suitable nesting spot, a dry cave with a ledge wide enough for\nlanding that overlooked a lush valley, the two males engaged in a competition\nto find and bring to Christina the finest materials they could find. Christina\nfumed at the thought of spending her time inside the den, unable to stretch her\nwings, yet her belly weighed her down like nothing ever did. What kind of eggs\ndid she bear anyway? She hadn't heard of a bipedal mating a feral dragon\nbefore, but her gut instinct said that her clutch would resemble Ranthar. They\nfelt too heavy, too big, too foreign to her body, yet strangely familiar. \nVyr supplied most of the dried vegetation for the nest\nbedding, while Ranthar skinned, washed, and singed some doe hides to lay on top\nof it. The cushioning provided by Vyr's fallen plumes and straw, combined with\nRanthar's hides, soothed Christina's heavy frame like nothing ever did. \n\"Agh, feels so good,\" she groaned. \n\"This territory is not claimed by any dragon,\" Ranthar said.\n\"Or gryphon,\" Vyr added. \"It's bountiful, full of creeks and\nlush forests, with treacherous ground for most ground predators. We should be\nsafe here.\"\nVyr turned to Ranthar, who regarded him with a puzzled look.\n\n\"She has fulfilled her pledge, Ranthar. You are home. Find\nyour own mate and territory, and leave me and my mate to raise our clutch.\"\nRanthar growled at first. Then she snarled. Finally, he\nstared at Christina with a pleading gaze that softened her to the point where\nher words left her mouth before she had the chance to think things through.\n\"Let him stay until I lay the eggs. He deserves to see them,\nto touch them, to lick them clean, like any father should.\"\nVyr shifted his weight from one side to the other, his beak\nclattering with irritation. \"He sees them, he touches them, he licks them\nclean. That's all he does.\"\nChristina's stomach sank at the smoothness in his voice, at\nthat practiced nonchalance. She knew quite well that gryphons mated for life.\nTo have a third member help raise the clutch went against gryphon customs. And\nyet, Ranthar was the father of her clutch more than Vyr. His seed birthed them\ninto existence. He should be here, not only when she laid the eggs, but when\nthey hatched as well. \nThe fragile pact between Ranthar and Vyr kept Christina on\nedge during the following days. Although her males did their best to provide\nher with everything she needed, ranging from food to soothing licks, Ranthar\nand Vyr barely looked upon each other, least share words. Even when the moment\nfinally happened upon Christina, Vyr asked Ranthar to sit out of the nest. \nHis wings engulfed Christina in a feathery shelter, the soft\ndabs of his beak soothing her as Christina squeezed her eyes shut, growling as\nshe pushed the first egg out of her. An oval shaped one, pale blue smooth, with\nthin azure veins covering its glossy surface. \nChristina's heart leaped in her chest. Her first egg! She\nwanted to grab it, lick it, hold it to her chest! Instead, she braced herself\nfor the second one. Vyr tried to maneuver his talons around her pussy, hooking\nhis claws around her lips to try and stretch her, but Christina slapped him\nacross the neck with her tail. \n\"I'm no scullery maid, Vyr,\" she roared, \"to need your help\nwith my clutch.\"\nVyr's frame shook from the power in her words, and his feathers\nruffled as he stared at her cunt intently. A second dragon egg rolled out of\nChristina, drenched in her slimy fragrance, a deep shade of magenta, just like\nher. Vyr tucked it under the feathery sanctuary of his chest, throwing Ranthar\na glare as the dragon began to pace around, flutter his wings, and growl with\nimpatience. \n\"We'll keep our word, Ranthar. Give me a--a moment as I\nhngggggghhhhh,\" Christina growled as she pushed out the third egg, an emerald\ngreen. Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. Why did she pass these so easily, when\nher first three felt like a real chore?\nVyr's drawn-out caw only served to puzzle her further as her\nmate began to clack his beak audibly. \n\"Christina, these aren't dragon eggs. The shape, their\nsmaller size, the splotches. They are...\" his voice shattered into joyful\nsqueaks as he rolled them under his chest faster than she could see them. \nHer vision turned hazy from the toll of egg laying, and her\nbreath became labored. Still, she pressed on, pushing one final egg out of her\nthat she swiped away with her tail towards her waiting paw. Her jaw dropped as\nshe noticed those delightful dark splotches upon its ivory surface. A gryphon\negg. A gryphon egg!\nVyr took advantage of her distraction to tuck it under his\nchest.\n\"You're a father,\" Christina whispered, her words barely\naudible over Vyr's fierce shrieks at Ranthar. \"Vyr, you're a father!\"\nShe hurled herself at her mate, squeezing his neck tight\nwhile her tongue ran across his cheeks, beaks, brow. Lost in her mirth,\nChristina kept at it until Ranthar strolled into the nest to lick the excess\njuices that coated Christina's pussy.\nShe barely noticed the light dabs of his tongue over the\nelation that flooded her being. The memory of her dream flashed through her\nmind, making her shudder to awareness at the implication of it. \n\"We're a family now. All of us.\" Her teeth clattered from\nher pent-up excitement. Her stomach churned, and she felt light headed due to\nnerves. \"These hatchlings--they need us. All of us, to care for them.\"\nVyr didn't even pay attention to Christina, nor did he mind\nRanthar scooping away the dragon eggs to lick them clean. He stared at his own,\nchirping, too absorbed by their coloring. Christina had to pinch his ear to get\nhis attention, and even then, her featherhead of a mate regarded her with a\nblank expression.\n\"Ranthar stays,\" she commanded with a resolute voice. \"He's\nmy consort and a father to his clutch, just like you.\"\n\"Ranthar stays,\" Vyr repeated, too distracted to understand\nthe weight of his words. \nThat was enough for Christina to make her grin and cup her\nface in her palms. She released a shuddering sigh, then looked upon her two\nmates, each with his own set of eggs. It was like her dream. Better than that,\neven.\nIt was perfect.***THE END***So much love over there at the end! I hope you had a blast reading this story. 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