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Gryphon Breeding

Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)

Commissioned jointly by Storm Gryphon and Bella Gryphon

Sitting at the small office desk, Bella tapped her hind paw against the floor. She twisted and tugged her black skirt into place, huffing as she adjusted her clothing. Her blouse had shifted over her breasts too and that was always a pain to discreetly fiddle back into position. Why was being female such a chore? The gryphoness leaned back in the swivelling chair and stretched out her feathered arms, brushed amber wings extending on either side of her body. Her wing briefly blocked the path of a scowling weasel with narrow, thoughtless eyes but she thought nothing of the interruption, bobbing her beak politely at her colleague. When he did not respond, Bella sighed and returned to her work with a disgruntled wing flutter that sent a stray feather drifting down to the worn carpet. The pile of paperwork on the right hand side of her desk was, as usual, piled high, the product of a hectic day in which one could see no end. Did these furs not understand how much work she had to do? And yet there was always more to do. No: there was never enough work for the office secretary, or so she was told.

The clock could not tick swiftly enough. Her mate waited at home with a pair of strong, black arms to envelop her, hold her close and breathe in her scent. Kyle would trace his fingers over each and every orange feather in her wings, muzzle brushing over the white primary flights with black tips and down to the secondary flights. She shivered, parting her beak in the fantasy to kiss him as deeply as a beak and wolf muzzle could come together, tongue dominating his through the kiss. A breathy moan just barely escaped her beak, aloud.

"Something on your mind, Bella?"

She jumped and looked over her shoulder, red heat colouring her nares, depicting trademark avian embarrassment. Her direct line manager, a tall, imposing bull, crossed his arms over his broad chest, a frown tugging at his lips.

"No, sir." She straightened her blouse. "Only taking a moment to collect myself. It's one of those days."

"Hm."

He peered down at her, lips twitching.

"I'll need those files by the end of the day, Bella. Enough daydreaming."

She bristled at the reprimand but did her best to accept it as her due. A young bird in the office could not expect to make her way too easily. She had not long graduated college and, though she had worked for the bull for a couple of years, she was still seen as the 'young one' in her colleagues midst. Bella clicked her beak as the bull walked away, unable to completely conceal her angst. There were interns younger than her now! Did he harry them as much as he chased her to work harder and harder every day? Her work was _never_late, which was a lot more than what could be said for some of her colleagues.

There was only one difference between her colleagues and herself that she was becoming increasingly aware of, day by day.

She had not told many about the difference in her body when she had started the job as a bright eyed graduate. However word that she was both a hermaphrodite and a cross between a pure bred gryphon and a goshawk spread too swiftly for her liking. There was little animosity towards hybrids these days -it was being dual sexed that caused some concern. The gryphoness shuffled the papers and pulled the mouse closer to her over the desk. Such a stupid name for a device used to control the pointer on her desktop computer. Rodents. Better a mouse that she could eat. She sighed, unable to distract herself from the idea whirling around her mind. It was not as if she flaunted her sex, yet some took offence either way. She could not help how she was born. Was it so wrong? Bella rolled her eyes and tried to refocus on the paperwork, words blurring together into one hideous, snarling mass. Furs, scalies, avians or what have you should learn to be more tolerant.

She ground the edges of her beak together. She would have to review this particular transgression at a later date. Right now, she had a pile of paperwork to deal with and, if what her boss said was to be believed, an urgent report to compile.

Time trickled by until five in the afternoon and office life trickled towards the exit doors. Bella supposed she should be thankful to be in an office that recommended that employees left work on time, but she always felt the eyes of her boss boring into her back when she walked out the door. She knew there was paperwork left on her desk, non-urgent matters that would be fine if left to the following morning. In her eyes, she did not want nothing to do the next day.

She packed up and raced home, ignoring the usual stares as her heart raced. Her wings fluttered the entire drive home - she preferred to drive rather than fly - and her tail feathers splayed out against the seat, the gryphoness too wound up to sit still upon them. On the steering wheel, her clawed fingertips trembled, dark scutes extending up her forearms like what would be found on the foot and leg of a wild bird, like leathery skin.

She traced her tongue across the edge of her beak and shook her head, fighting to concentrate as traffic and pedestrians danced through her line of sight. It was not easy to work or even do something as simple to her as driving while her body thrummed with heat, anxious breeding energy, and all she craved was her wolf's arms. Her fire fighting partner was off work at the same time as her that day: a rare occasion indeed. As the traffic lights turned from red to green, her heart skipped a beat.

Maybe today would be the day that he sired a clutch in her belly.

She fumbled with her keys at the front door of the ground floor apartment that the two of them shared. They had plans to expand to a larger place soon, somewhere they could truly make their own. Though it had its own charm with the green front door with peeling paint and the small, ramshackle back yard garden (a luxury in any apartment building, it had to be said). Their jobs brought in enough money for an upgrade and update and, if Bella was to conceive, the duo would need somewhere safer, better contained, to raise their little ones. Bella could almost hear the patter of little paws darting over the floor, their giggles music to her ears.

"Bella?"

She finally managed to open the door and peered down the hallway, heart hammering against her ribcage. It should not still give her such a thrill to see her partner after a long day at work, yet butterflies battled within her stomach as if she was looking Kyle in the face again for the very first time.

Halfway down the corridor, Kyle stood in the process of shrugging off his black fire fighting jacket with the yellow bars, caught in the act as if performing a strip show. The black wolf turned towards her, his yellow hard hat clasped in one paw. It wasn't something he usually brought home with him but Bella was not considering details like that at the present moment. Inwardly, the gryphoness smirked.

"Well, hello there." She parted her beak in a grin and dropped her smart shoulder bag over the threshold. "Fancy seeing you here."

"I don't know where else you would think to see me."

The black wolf bit back a laugh and met Bella halfway, the door swinging open at her heels. On the street outside, a young otter raced by on a skateboard, his whoop of joy echoing down the hall. She buried her beak in the crook of his neck as he hugged her to his chest, murring softly. His job did a great deal for his physique, she had to admit, and his body rippled with taut, functional muscle. The wolf was in the prime of life and fit to a fault. Licking his lips, he kissed her cheek softly.

"I've missed you..." He said, lips brushing over feathers.

"You saw me last night."

Bella chuckled, amused at how swiftly he seemed to forget their time together. Life was so busy that there was never truly enough of it to spend with one another, one day rolling into the next.

Kyle tightened his arms around the gryphoness as if he was afraid that, if released, she would take wing and fly away. He took her paw in his and wove his fingers between hers, only then stepping away and tugging her down the hall with a wolfish grin.

"We don't get all that much time together, even if we did pass ways last night. But that's why we have to make the most of this, hon."

She cocked her head to one side, showing her goshawk heritage, and then comprehension dawned upon her. Not that the hallway led to many destinations, it had to be said, but it was irrefutably in the direction of the bedroom.

Something pulled at her heart and she leaned back, stopping him with her hesitance and weight in halting.

"Kyle..." She looked down. "I'm not sure about this..."

The wolf raised an eyebrow, blue eyes sparkling. He thought that she was winding him up once again, playing coy and teasing him in one of her games. The dominant gryphoness usually preferred to lead the way to the boudoir and he anticipated that he would soon find himself on his knees with his muzzle buried under the hermaphrodite's sweet, sweet tail.

"What do you mean?" He queried, gaze sliding away as he did not expect any special answer.

Bella yanked her paw away and flapped her wings, unconsciously making herself appear larger than she was. Did he not take her seriously? Why? Her eyes darkened in anger clouded by frustration and Kyle took a step back, eyes wide.

"We've tried and tried and nothing's happened! What will make this time any different? Tell me - why will this be any different? I will never take!"

"Bella!" He tried to calm her, holding his paws up. "Please, my sweet, it is not so bad. We haven't been trying for all that long. Hardly any ladies take quickly, only a certain few. We are normal, very much so."

"You are more patient than I, in that case," she huffed, feathers slowly flattening to her body.

Tension crackled in the hallway, near palpable in the air itself. The gryphoness' green eyes, with an inner circle of yellow, narrowed.

"Do you not want pups? Fledglings?" She demanded.

"Of course I do. Bella..."

Regaining his confidence, the wolf reached out to her, smoothing down the feathers on her neck. She sighed, accepting his touch, and leaned into him, her arms encircling his waist.

"It's just hard, sweetheart..."

She sniffled, hating the tears that welled up against her will.

"It feels like it will never happen. It's hard enough for two different species' to produce offspring, even without me being a hybrid myself. Some say that only an avian or someone close enough would be able to have offspring with me."

The wolf's arms tightened around her in silent response. The thought did not bear thinking about.

"Oh come on," Kyle put on a brave face, smiling as he held his love close. "Why talk like this? It doesn't do us any good. We won't have a fledgling or a pup if we do not try. Come with me."

What could Bella do but follow? Huffing under her breath - why did he not listen to her worries? Yet he only wanted the best for her - she stalked ahead of him, tail feathers twitching. She was not angry: she was furious. And it was that fury that gave her the energy she needed to throw her mate on the bed and cow him into submission, forcing him to suck her pale blue cock until she balanced perfectly on a lustful, feral peak. Her pussy ached for him, heat demanding she be sated by a male's seed.

Yet, as she pinned her mate to the bed and impaled herself upon his cock, the gryphoness could not help but wonder if she would ever conceive with a canine at all.

*

Bella was a decision maker and she chose her course of action. There was only one way she could bear offspring: their latest attempts had been for naught. The wolf would have no say in the matter as it did not involve Kyle in any way at all.

A close friend of his, Storm, was a gryphon like her with a wicked yellow beak tipped with black and a red edge where his beak met feathers: a gryphon of the old bloodlines. His blood showed in his height, the gryphon towering over the hen. He even had to stoop to get through the doorways in her house. It was not certain - conceiving was never that simple for any couple - but the probability that she would be able to bear young was significantly higher with another gryphon. She had already made her decision, lying on the bed with her hips elevated to keep in male seed that would never bear fruit in her womb. Storm would sire her young, yet not act as father.

Kyle did not have to know. He would be happy to have a little family to call his own, no matter how it came about.

Washing the grit of the day from her feathers, Bella daydreamed as she showered, beak upturned so that the water ran off over the feathers on her face. Storm was truly the ideal candidate to be the sire to her clutch. Tall and strong, his feathers were as black as her wolf's fur, allowing for some discrepancy in the colouring of their young, Bella's young. It would not raise any questions if she laid eggs containing gryphons rather than a hybrid of gryphon and canine - it was to be expected with such a coupling and her strong heritage.

She reached between her thighs, spreading them as her cock grew eagerly into her paw. She could already imagine it. The larger, stronger gryphon pounding into her over and over again, pinning her to the wall so that she would have to take it whether it pleased her or not. And, when he was exhausted, she would ride him on the bed, letting the gryphon sprawl as she raked her talons down his chest, his cum pumping into her over and over again. Oh no, he would not be done until she said he was done. She had more than one dose of feminine charm at her disposal and Storm would succumb just like any other male she had slept with in the past, past partners and liaisons before she had even met Kyle. The gryphoness crooned as she teased her folds, the edges bordered with the tiniest, softest of feathers.

Her beak parted in a smile and Bella thrust two fingers into her sex as her need for orgasm, anticipating the copulation to come, swelled like the rising tide.

*

It took some time to concoct the perfect excuse to call Storm without Kyle in tow or listening in, though it was worth the effort. Time in which to do the deed was no issue at all, considering Kyle's odd hours of work, but Storm was subject to the same issue. They were based at the same fire station and worked together sporadically, meaning that Storm was often working when Bella had finished for the day, paws tired form the dreary tread.

Such a plot it had been in the end. She had thought about calling up the poor gryphon and putting on the damsel in distress act, the whole shebang. But she had never had a penchant for the dramatic. In the end, she simply picked up the phone and asked for help, wondering all the while if he would ask why she could not fix the power outage in the apartment herself.

In all honesty, Bella thought herself rather adept at fixing small electrical faults and it ground her gears to pretend to be unable to do it on her own while the male smirked at his assumed ability over her. A typical male in some aspects, Storm puffed up like a peacock at any opportunity to demonstrate his prowess in the home. The gryphon had near enough leapt at the opportunity.

Waiting for him in the nook of the living room windowsill, Bella clucked impatiently, tongue flicking against the inside of her beak. It was perfectly planned. Just before leaving for work, Kyle had spent himself inside her, providing the perfect cover if Bella did indeed conceive an egg with Storm. Her feathers smelled faintly of soap and perfume, a spritz of a light, fruity scent that embodied her youth like a budding flower.

Storm walked in through the unlocked door, hind paws surprisingly light upon the carpet: they barely made any sound at all. Seeing her curled up on the window seat, knees tucked in to her chest, she appeared to be cast in a new light. Had he ever been around the gryphoness without Kyle being present before? He could not recall. The red gleam of sunset caught Bella's feathers just so, making them tinged with fire. His breath caught and he shook his head to clear it, wings unfolding halfway in friendly greeting.

"Bella, such a pleasure to see you again."

The gryphon oozed charm. Bella uncurled herself from the window seat, dressed in a flowing, summer dress in simple white, and rose to her bare hind paws. Despite her dress and the connotations she thought it exuded - she had thought something of her literature courses - there was nothing innocent about her. She rested a paw on her hip, tail feathers fanning out behind her.

"The pleasure is all mine, Storm. Thank you for coming at such short notice. You're a good friend."

Reaching out to the painted wall at the side of the window, she flipped on the light twitch with a chuckle, eyes dancing. Light spilled into the room and Storm stepped back into the hallway, checking the light switch there too. He returned with a confused wing flutter and rubbed the back of his head.

"Hm?" He blinked. "The electricity's working again? Did you already fix it? Or perhaps it is on a different circuit. What happened?"

"Nothing at all happened, dear Storm," she smiled, having the good grace to appear abashed at having dragged him out for 'no reason'. "The electricity was never faulty or out of service."

"Then I'm confused."

The gryphon ruffled his feathers, looking anywhere but directly at Bella. She turned to draw the curtains on the room, shutting them off from the rest of the world. Approaching him slowly, she forced the gryphon to take note of every nuance of her body, the sway of her hips and the way her tail feathers flicked from side to side with a rhythm that could only be deliberate. Placing a clawed hand on his chest, she felt the beat of his heart like a palm tapping out a song's crescendo on the skin of a drum.

"I needed an excuse to, ah, entice you over here."

She clacked her beak and leaned into him, lust stirring in the pit of her belly as he, although warily, folded his arms around her. Perhaps he thought she desired comfort? The reason behind his actions was irrelevant to her - she would have him.

"Why did you want me to come over, Bella? You could have simply asked if you wanted some company. Has Kyle been away a lot?"

"If I gave you time to think about it, you would not have come."

She dropped her paw down his belly until she found the bulge in his loose, grey shorts. She squeezed it lightly and it grew into her paw, cock swelling eagerly from its sheath to leave a defined shape visible through his clothing. Bella licked the edge of her beak. Oh, he was big. Much larger than her husband. Would she be able to take the stretch? Storm's muscled legs tensed in reaction to her lewd grope, yet he did not pull away.

"I have a wife, Bella." He shook his head and pulled her closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "You have a husband."

She looked up at him, eyes determined.

"Yes, we are both married to other, wonderful furs. That is not going to stop us."

"I'm not going to go against my mate," Storm frowned, half-turning away from the gryphoness.

She scowled: she was losing him. Why would he not want to mate with her? Her dominant nature flared and she grabbed the back of his head as he made to turn away, forcing her beak to his. He would not deny her for such a petty reason!

The larger gryphon struggled, albeit feebly for his size, and gave in to the kiss, allowing Bella to turn her beak sideways so they could lock them together, tongues battling. Storm's hard-on pressed against her stomach, the tip of his purple cock, protruding from the waistband of his trousers. Pre cum drooled from the tip, staining their clothes, but neither noticed, too wrapped up in the unwrapping liaison to care.

He pulled away, shaking his head, and Bella clicked the tip of her beak, frustration roiling through her body.

"No, Bella." Storm folded his arms over his chest. "We cannot do this. What would Kyle think?"

She swore his eyes brightened at the sound of her husband's name but she tossed the thought aside: unimportant.

"Please, Storm," she crooned, nuzzling her beak into his ruff, stroking over his bare chest. "Kyle cannot give me eggs, he wants a family as much as I do. You are the key to this, Storm, it is what Kyle would want too. We cannot do this without you."

She squeezed his erection, careful of her talons, and looked up at him pleadingly, the larger gryphon torn between loyalty and the heat of temptation. It would not be so bad, surely?

It seemed that the gryphon needed no further persuasion, blood racing hotly and heart pounded as if had flown a thousand miles. Digging his talons into Bella's dress, Storm ripped down her front with a low growl. His yellow eyes rang dark with desire and Bella clung to him, keening as he tore away her clothing, shred by shred. She flapped her wings and clucked, caught off guard, as the gryphon spun her about and bent her over the arm of the little sofa.

"Mmmph, oh my," she purred, throat rumbling in a croon. "I had no idea you would want to get started so quickly."

Storm chuckled, tracing his talons down her back; she arched into his touch like a cat.

"Who could resist your lure, Bella? You have made me a changed gryphon."

Who indeed? She thought, not without a flash of complacency. She would have Storm eating out of the palm of her paw if he continued on in that manner. Hind paws planted flat on the floor, the gryphoness pushed back, feeling Storm's cock slide between her rump cheeks, thick spurts of pre cum splashing over her rump. Bella crooned and looked back at Storm, tail feathers fanning up to show off her bare sex. She had not worn any underwear beneath her dress. It would have been superfluous to her desires.

"We shall take this to the bedroom," she said, placing her paws flat on the sofa.

Half-rising to follow through on her words, the gryphoness squawked when Storm gripped her shoulder tightly, preventing her from moving away. Storm smirked and tugged his shorts down, kicking them off and to the side along with his loincloth, unusual for the times. He was not wearing a shirt.

Looking back over her shoulder, she glared at the smug gryphon.

"Let me up." Bella snapped. "Do you not want to fuck me, you silly bird? Blood going to other places than your brain and rational thought?"

Storm laughed.

"Oh, I very much want to fuck you, little hen. And I will." The gryphon pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest down to the couch cushions. "We shall do this right here."

She shuddered, fury boiling as she was unused to being dominated. She should be the one holding his shoulders down to the bed, riding him until she was satisfied!

Leaning over the quivering female, the drake nipped the back of her neck sharply, pulling her hair loose from its tight ponytail. She lifted one hind paw tried to push back against his legs to no avail, his cock nudging over her folds. Bella flushed with the realisation that she was already wet. That had to be her heat, it just had to be. She could not be _aroused_by a male forcing her to do as he wanted. It was not in her nature, surely.

"You seduced me," he growled. "Now you 'pay' for it, hen."

Bella squirmed and kicked, natural dominance flaring to the surface in a second surge of anger. Just what did this gryphon think he was doing, subverting her plans to be bred by pinning her over the arm of the sofa? No, she would have him!

She struggled, twisted and fell back in a panting heap on the sofa, his bulk too great for her to shift. It felt wrong to be dominated. No amount of running on the treadmill and wing exercises could surpass the male's strength and she was truly trapped there, forced to take everything he had to give. She could not remember if Storm spent a lot of time in the gym or simply indulged in sports but it showed in his physique and it made her wet. The gryphoness swallowed hard and pushed back, the tip of his tapered cock catching at the entrance to her sex.

Maybe she had a switch side after all.

Smug to a fault, the gryphon held on to her hips and pushed into 'his' hen with a groan. She wriggled and crooned as she was filled, hips jerking up in response to the massive stretch. Closing her eyes, she keened shrilly. Good gods above, she hadn't expected something of _that_size!

"Too big for you, hen?" Storm taunted, thrusting in deeply so the bulge at the base of his cock teased her entrance. "Too bad. You asked for this."

Bella groaned: she could not argue with that, though she wanted to. She dug her talons into the sofa, tearing through the fabric. That would raise questions later, but she did not care. Ducking her beak down into the cushions, she closed her eyes and gasped as the head of the gryphon's cock slammed in, rocking her body forward. Storm threw the full force of his body into each and every thrust, muscles tensing as his hips slapped her raised rump. His long, leonine tail waved jovially and knocked into the little lamp on the square coffee table, sending it flying to the carpet in a tumble of shade and stand. His balls swayed beneath his body as he thrust, fat orbs swinging into Bella with such force that she could not help but be reminded of the male strength and power he exuded.

Pointed ears slipping back to his skull, Storm ground the edges of his beak together, a low moan rumbling forth. Part of him could hardly believe that he was fucking the sultry little bird. He had imagined Bella when fucking his wife, darkness clouding reality so that he may concoct his own. His wife did not mind. She did not know. He wondered briefly, looking over Bella's curves with an admiring eye, what Kyle would say. The wolf had not seemed to mind all the looks he had given Bella in the last few months, eyes roaming: the wolf had good reason to stay on Storm's good side, considering their little 'work arrangement'. Good friends stuck together and all that jazz.

He withdrew sharply from Bella's cunny, a string of pre-cum connecting their sexes for a moment before breaking. Resting her full weight back on her hind paws, Bella arched back, wordlessly begging to be filled once more. Her cock had slipped from the slit above her feminine folds - she had no external balls like Storm - and pressed into the arm of the sofa. Sticky, gleaming trails of arousal stained the fabric and she flushed crimson beneath her feathers. How would she explain the stains to Kyle?

Frustrated that the gryphon was simply standing there stroking his cock with a cocky male smirk, Bella leapt up from the sofa, whirling about and grasping his shaft with one paw to.

"Why did you stop?"

She huffed, fluffing up her feathers as she pumped his length. She was not done with him yet! And neither was he. Storm's hard cock jutted out from his body and she tried to wrap her paw around the length, finding that her fingers would not meet her thumb on the other side. Stroking slowly, teasingly, she gave a small shake of her head, pussy aflame with lust. The male gryphon spread his wings arrogantly and curled his fingers around the back of her neck while he allowed her to adore and marvel at his cock. It was a common reaction.

"How did you even fit?"

Storm smirked and answered by grabbing the shorter female by her buttocks. She squawked, fluttered her feathers, and crooned as he hiked her into the air, holding her aloft so that the tip of his erect cock teased her folds. Chest pressed to his, Bella wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing herself in close to her temporary partner. Digging his fingers in lightly to her feathered buttocks, Storm growled like a feral, tail lashing the air. The sound rumbled through the gryphoness' chest and she trembled, swooning as his cock plunged inside.

He thrust in to the hilt, the bulbous base of his cock slamming into the gryphoness' folds. Used to a wolf's knot, she wondered if Storm intended to 'tie' with her, the swelling locking them together so that not a single drop of his seed escaped. Then she would be sure to have her eggs fertilised. Panting harshly, Bella hissed and flared her wings as Storm pinned her to the wall, head ducked down to hers as he pounded her viciously. He nipped and bit into her neck, drawing a spot of blood, but she only moaned, body quivering as she took every thrust. Kyle never fucked her like this!

Yet she needed more. Her heat demanded that Storm spend his seed within her and fire raced through her veins. Bella twisted in his grip, craving his roughness, and locked her beak with his, surprising Storm with the intensity of the kiss. Her tongue battled with his for dominance, though there was no question as to who was the dominant party in their liaison, however much she tried. Snarling into the kiss, Storm thrust with cruel force, the very tip of his cock hitting Bella's cervix as he slowly forced the swollen bulge inside, spreading her wider.

Impatient and balancing on the edge of pain and pleasure, Bella spread her wings flat against the wall and keened shrilly. Concerned, Storm reared his head back, kiss breaking with a flutter of wings that sent black feathers drifting to the floor. Neither of them noticed Storm's shifting hind paws send one scudding across the carpet and beneath the aged, fading sofa. They had more important things to concentrate upon.

Bella encircled his neck with her arms, using the arch of her body to rise and fall on his cock as his thrusts woefully slowed. Grunting, he pushed into her, pinning her hips against the wall, tail feathers fanning out. Though she did not have a female clitoris, the gryphoness felt herself on the edge of orgasm, that fat cock reaching depths that she had thought only toys or fingers could stimulate so delightfully.

"Fuck," Bella huffed, exhaling sharply. "Harder, Storm! Or are you not gryphon enough for me? Not gryphon enough to seed an egg in my belly?"

Storm's yellow eyes narrowed and he smirked, head tilting cockily to one side.

"You want a clutch?" He hissed, putting his beak up close to hers. "You'll get all that and more from me, mark my words."

Bella opened her beak as if to goad him further but was silenced by a vicious, sharp thrust that slapped his 'knot' into her already sore pussy lips. Cock stroking over her g-spot, Bella gasped, wings shivering as she was 'milked', cum drooling from her cock as if she was a male having his prostrate teased. She buried her beak in Storm's white crest, lightly matted over his chest, and gave herself to him. Pleasure sparked through her body like never before, liquid lightning rocketing through her veins. She rocked her hips in time with his brutal thrusts and arched, their combined juices - how did he produce so much pre cum? Or was she simply so wet? - trickling over her pussy lips and down her inner thighs. Sheltered by the spread of Storm's wings, there was nothing Bella could do except take his thrusts like a hen needing to be bred.

The stretch was too much to take without her body responding and Bella twisted like a snake within his grasp, wings flapping wildly as she hit her peak. Screeching, she struggled for breath as the male forced the bulge into her pussy, effectively locking them together and challenging the barrier of her cervix with his savage, shallow pounding. Despite the deeper, more intimate pain, the pressure brought a rush of arousal to the forefront of her mind, orgasm extending and transforming her into a shuddering, incoherent mess. Her pussy clenched and rippled around Storm's cock - spasms of ecstasy - and he clicked his beak, fighting against instinct to hold off release as her pleasure heightened his.

It was not male nature to restrain oneself from spilling their seed in a fertile female, however, and Storm hammered into his hen, smoothly feathered cheek pressed against her black hair, silken to the touch. The head of his cock teased at her cervix and settled in the fleshier tissue to one side, allowing him that slight bit of depth needed to roll his body over the edge. His catlike tail curled and the gryphon groaned deeply as he ejaculated, balls tightening up to spend his seed. There was no doubt that his female, his gryphoness for the night, would take'. Soon his sperm would fertilise her egg.

He wondered who the youngster would take after and grunted as the thought brought another throb of cum forth, cock pulsing and shooting the dose deep into Bella's tight passage. She fluttered her wings contentedly, the smallest amount of seed oozing out around his cock and dripping to the carpet, simply forced out by the sheer lack of space within her cunt. That mess would have to be taken care of later. But their now was not their later and she did not have to worry with such a male holding her tight in his arms.

Bella's cock pressed hard between their bellies, leaking a steady stream of blue fluid even though her orgasm had tapered down to a fine glow. Storm shook his head curiously, unfamiliar with the physical traits of hermaphrodites, and, supporting Bella with one paw under her rump, reached between their bodies to give her hard-on a few experimental strokes.

Huh... About the same size as Kyle...

Storm rumbled, clearing the memories with a flick of his tail. Those were thoughts for another time. Lifting Bella away from the wall, Storm gently laid her on the sofa and leaned over her on his paws and knees, their sexes still locked together. She whimpered, looking up pleadingly, but the gryphon had no inclination towards cuddling in that particular moment. Squeezing her to his chest, he pulled his hips away slowly and insistently until the 'knot' popped free of her in a rush of combined juices. Normally he could not withdraw from his partner's for a good portion of the hour but Bella's stretchy cunt allowed him to pull back, though it was still a stretch on the edge of pain for her. Their combined mess flooded over the cushions, marking them with evidence of their illicit liaison, and Bella's pussy gaped as if she had tested herself on her largest toy - the one that had made the assistant in the sex toy shop balk in fear.

Dropping a peck-kiss on her cheek, Storm stepped away and extended one wing to preen the feathers, smugness radiating from his entire form. Bella sat up as the aftershock of orgasm ricocheted through her nerves, wings ever so slightly extended. She could never get them to completely close right after cumming. And that had been a ferocious orgasm indeed.

The mess: she had to take care of the mess. Otherwise Kyle would find out what had happened and that certainly was not part of her plan. Rising, the gryphoness made as if to pad into the kitchen, thighs squeezed together to keep as much cum inside her as possible. It was a difficult task and she trembled as drops oozed down her feathers, dripping to the floor in a telltale trail.

To her surprise, Storm caught her around the waist and yanked her to him, drawing her in so that her back rested up against his chest, softened cock grinding over her tight, little rump. Their size difference was highlighted as she frowned and tilted her head back to look up at him, dominant nature flickering to life once more. She had no further need of him at the present time, so why did he stand there with a gleam in his eye?

"I am not done with you yet." His eyes sparkled with the grin that his beak could not quite form. "On your knees, hen."

Bella snorted and crossed her arms over her breasts, half stepping away, but his arms encircled her waist and forbade escape.

"Do you think you will get me to submit that easily?" She laughed, eyeing the kitchen as more semen oozed from her. "I need a drink. And you need to clean up. You are done with me until I say so, my big, bold drake."

Well, the gryphon was not having any of that talk.

Storm moved with lightning speed, grabbing Bella by the shoulders and pushing her to her knees. She was not hurt by the action, simply surprised, and glared, already drawing her hind paws under her body to get up again. He held her firmly by her ears, which were softly rounded at each tip, and pulled her head close to his crotch, soft cock hanging proudly from its sheath. Smeared with their combined juices, the purple shaft drooped and rubbed against the side of her beak, a thick trail of juices clinging to the hard surface. Bella flinched and shook her head, half-pulling away before a sharp tug on her ears yanked her back into position.

"Clean my cock, my hen." Storm smirked. "Wouldn't want to leave this mess now, would you?"

Bella's eyes widened and she snapped her beak.

"Excuse me!" Bella fluffed up, the squawk bursting from her before she could prevent it, most unladylike. "Who do you think I am, you crude feather brain! If you think -"

"Quiet."

One paw landed on the back of her head and Storm forced her head down, beak rubbing the length of his cock. Grunting, the gryphoness struggled to pull away, beating her wings in the air, and growled as she was forced to part her beak and lap over his cock like a cat licking a treat. Damn him! His cock throbbing under her small, pink tongue and she played across the tip, vindictively over stimulating Storm so that he danced from hind paw to paw like a gryphlet before its first flight. Bella hated herself for marvelling at his cock, wondering yet again how that much had fitted inside her. Maybe she would have to try sex with other males at some point - males other than Kyle and Storm. There was much to be experienced, if today's intimacy was anything to go on. It was not as if any being other than a gryphon could make her belly heavy with eggs, after all. There would never be any proof of the trysts, if so conducted. Besides: Kyle did what she told him and heard what she wanted him to hear, without fail. He was a good wolf.

Increasingly into the act, much to her mental dismay, the gryphoness' arousal flared and she shifted to a crouch, nudging her thighs together as if to conceal her heat-ridden scent. She whined: why did he have to put her in such a position? She was weak, made vulnerable by the need to be bred. Again, she strove to pull away but a painful tug on her ears and hair - he closed his hand-paw around her ponytail, fingers weaving into the strands - kept her in place. A small part of her wanted to be held in such a way, to be forced to his whims. His cock swelled in front of her beak and she opened her maw too eagerly for it, bumping the head as she took it into her beak, pressing over her tongue. Closing her eyes, Bella murred softly, paws resting on the larger gryphon's thighs as she teased her tongue over the tip of his cock and cum slit, paw sliding down his calf to play with a silver anklet that she had never noticed before. Storm chuckled, smug mirth rumbling up from his stomach.

"This turns you on, doesn't it, Bella?" He crooned, stroking her face as the gryphon bobbed her beak carefully upon his cock. "You like being dominated. Your wolf cannot do this for you. But I can."

He was right. Though she could not suck like a mammalian fur, she pushed forward far enough that his cock nudged at the back of her throat. Most males from her past, including Kyle, had expected her to stop at this point but Bella pushed onward, resisting the urge to cough as she swallowed his shaft. Storm's paws curled into her hair and he thrust his hips forward, pushing in so that the bulge of his cock nestled just outside her beak. In time, she would show him how she could take even that within her beak too, throbbing length pulsing down her stretchy throat.

Storm chuffed and groaned as she bobbed her muzzle, moving with him as the gryphon rocked with need, unable to keep himself still. She warmed with pride at putting him in such a position of lust. He wanted her, wanted her body and her charm. Bringing one paw up, she squeezed and fondled his balls lightly, her free paw dropping to her own cock, pumping and stroking the smaller shaft. She did not need to keep herself hard for any particular reason but the action of masturbating while sucking off the larger, more dominant male stoked her arousal. Her hips thrust into empty air and she imagined that she was pounding her wolf's tight tail hole while taking Storm's cock deep into her throat, relishing in her own dominant pleasure even while she was held in the grasp of another.

Hips jerking, Storm gasped and a warm splatter of pre cum poured down her throat. She did not even need to swallow, due to her crop, yet did so reflexively, throat tightening and relaxing around his cock. It was an additional dose of pleasure for the gryphon, after all. He clacked his beak and hissed like a feline, raising and lowered a hind paw, increasing amounts of pre cum dribbling down her throat almost as if she was milking him.

"Oh, Bella..."

Oh, she also had some power over the gryphon and would have smiled if her beak was not strained wide with cock. She would see him next week and the week after and the week after that, all to ensure that she would bear the eggs she desired so much. Cock throbbing in her throat, Bella shuddered and fanned her tail feathers, juices dripping to the floor between her thighs.

"Mmmfff..." Storm made a noise that was devoid of words, lust shining through his vocalisation. "That's it, my little hen, take my cock nice and deep."

Crooning low in her throat, the gryphoness shifted her weight and tenderly stroked Storm's balls with one paw, mindful of her sharp talons. In another scenario, she may have made use of those talons, but his paw in her hair and cock in her throat told her another story. This story made her soul ache to be controlled, taken over utterly and completely. Thrusting into her crop, Storm huffed as he rolled his hips with increasing fervour, the need to cum and breed setting his skin tingling as if dosed with an electric current.

"Not that you have any choice about taking my cock or not, Bella," he reminded her as he lashed his tail, edging closer and closer. "You started this but I'm the one who's going to finish it. You have no say in this."

Storm smirked, eyes narrowing in avian glee, and shoved his length down her throat with enough force that she fought not to gag, body twisting in automatic reaction. Fingers tight around her ear tufts, he slammed into her throat and powered in as if it was his last fuck, careless of her comfort as he hit orgasm with a feral screech.

Hips rolling up to Bella's beak, the gryphon forced the knot inside, keeping her beak spread wide to accommodate him even as her eyes bulged and watered with the strain. A mixture of cum and her own arousal stained the ground between her thighs, painting her as the breeding hen she had become for him, and she could do nothing but lean into the larger gryphon as he shot his load into her beak. Cum poured down her throat as if from a tap and the gryphoness trembled, feathers standing up slightly from her body as the stream of seed filled the pouch in her throat until it bulged. She inhaled sharply, sweat and sex in the air, and gave a muffled moan, fingers curled around his larger, muscular thighs as if they were the only thing anchoring her in place.

Storm did not grow soft in her throat but rather pulsed, the gryphon hissing loudly as if already wanting more. The knot pressed at the edge of her beak and Bella leaned on his thighs for support, content to let him rest in her throat for a time, each lingering throb of his shaft sending another spurt of seed into her crop, throat swelling more and more until it appeared almost unnatural. She delayed swallowing, enjoying the heavy sensation, shaft musky as it rested upon her tongue. There was nothing like gryphon cum, it had to be said.

The gryphon yanked Bella boldly away from his cock, angling just so that the knot eased out, though her jaw and face ached from the strain - she was not supposed to have her beak open that wide! Cum drooled from her parted beak and she struggled to lap it up as her hair was pulled, the gryphon dragging her to her hind paws and walking her the two steps to the nearest kitchen counter. Handling her as easily as one would direct an obedient pet, Storm bent her over the smooth top of the kitchen counter and Bella reached over to grasp the opposite side, body knowing what was coming before her mind caught up. Storm wasted no time in thrusting into her, forcing her legs apart with his own. Groaning, he panted in short, sharp breaths, cock pumping within her sore passage, making it stretch once more to accommodate him.

Bella quaked and finally swallowed her crop of cum as the gryphon ploughed into her, forcing the hen to cling to the kitchen counter in order to simply remain in position, half-bent over and fucked like it was the only manner of sex that would ever feel good to her again. She could do nothing to resist - any movement that he disliked only resulted in a heavy paw between her shoulder blades, pinning her down to the counter. She was there good and proper until he was satisfied and only then would she be released.

She would see him again, for breeding and egg bearing, she thought through a haze of pleasure. Bella found purchase on the hard tiles and thrust her rump back, screeching as Storm used the new position to pound into her with the full force of his body, muscles tensing. Pressing her beak against the smooth counter top, the gryphon's pussy clenched and rippled around his thick length, driving her to a pleasure rending peak that would leave her legs shaking. Yes, she would see the black gryphon again very soon.

Only for egg bearing purposes, of course. No other reason. There was no other reason at all.

*

Two weeks later, Bella had a spring in her step. Thirteen rounds of full on fucking, countless blowjobs and many wicked 'paw jobs' and fingering sessions had roused her into the perfect breeding state. The duo had completed what they - or, more accurately, she - had set out to do. Bella smiled and hummed to herself as she dusted the bedroom, bare from her beak to her tail feathers. There was no swell in her belly as yet but her heat had subsided in clear indication that she would no longer require breeding. Its job was done. The orange gryphoness giggled as she hopped from paw to paw, unable to remain still in her joy, duster and polish forgotten on the neat double bed. Soon, she would have contractions and lay an egg that would be tended until hatching. One egg would be laid per breeding and she was confident that more would shortly harden in her belly if she had her way with Storm. Only the time they had together would tell. Her body would naturally crave breeding until a proper clutch had been laid; their time together was fragile and precious.

"Fancy seeing you here, hen."

She turned with a smile to not see her husband but the gryphon who had put her in such a state and mood. Storm spread his wings to block out the entrance to the bedroom with his bulk, wearing only a pair of Kyle's boxer briefs in navy blue. She chuckled and winked, shaking her tail feathers out. They looked good on him, especially as he only seemed to wear that loin cloth otherwise. It was an odd garment for modern times, but it was not a bad thing. It was a strange sight to find him in the bedroom, however, as it was not a location usually frequented. Funnily enough, they had not yet had sex in the bedroom at all. Their trysts were odd like that: short, sweet and to the point. Never where one would be expected.

Walking up behind the gryphon, Storm wrapped his arms around her waist and ground the growing bulge in his briefs against her rump. Though natural arousal bubbled within her like water in a simmering pot coming to the boil, she mock gasped and whirled about, shaking a finger at him.

"I'm already carrying an egg," Bella scolded him with a smile that took away the severity of her words. "What need do we have of mating now? Off with you, feather brain!"

Storm smirked.

Moving with the speed of a feline, Storm grabbed and threw Bella on the bed. She bounced with an indignant squawk, her feathers ruffled. The gryphon slammed her wrists to either side of her head and forced her beak open with his, utterly dominating her.

He broke the kiss with the cocky grin that was becoming a near fixed feature on his beak and expression, cock teasing Bella's folds with agonising restraint, tempting her with a dose of pleasure that could be hers if she only submitted to him. Driven to the point of desperation, Bella arched and crooned, begging him to fill her.

"That doesn't mean I don't get to breed you, little hen, simply because you are carrying my egg."

Storm pulled away, releasing the hen and standing up tall, arms folded over his chest. His cock jutted out from his crotch like a signal, a string of pre cum drooling from the tip. Was the gryphon ever not horny? Helplessly, Bella looked up at him, waiting upon his will if she would only be fucked and fucked hard. Storm's eyes danced wickedly and he fluffed up his feathers, as cocky as always.

"You need me, admit it," he flaunted, stroking his cock. "You want to be bred over and over again until you cannot walk, lay egg after egg, all of my brood. Won't Kyle be surprised when you are suddenly so...fertile?"

Bella swallowed: the thought sent tremors of excitement through her body like miniature lightning bolts, electrifying ever nerve. Circling his finger in the air - a clear gesture - Storm told her wordlessly to turn around, shaft pulsing with restrained arousal. They had time before her husband returned home and he intended to use it to the fullest extent. What else would one do with such a pretty hen?

"Now, lift that pretty tail for me."