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"G-good boy!" Vareoth whimpered. He was still strapped to the table by his neck and ankles; only his hands were free to explore. He covered his slowly shrinking cock with one hand, balls with the other. He didn't have long enough fingers to also cover up his tenderized, leaking tailhole. He felt abused, exposed, and vulnerable. Moments before, he had felt sexy and appealing, but with Ilorek nowhere to be found, Vareoth was growing increasingly lucid and aware of the situation he was in. It didn't take much for him to shake his mind free of the cloud that Ilorek had left meandering to confuse and disorient him.

Jarell - the vaguely canine looking gryphon - was standing in the door of the shack with one ear perked and the other flopped back against the side of his skull. His beak was partially open and a wide, flat tongue was hanging out and drooling. The lupogryph's behavior and mannerisms indicated he was very clearly a pet, as opposed to a friend or family member. He chirp-barked at Vareoth before cautiously side-stepping into the room, wings partially splayed in an almost defensive position before slinking forward in one quick motion.

"N-now now Jarell, there's no need to...." Vareoth started, only to be stopped mid sentence as he felt the beast's soft tongue pressed up against his exposed pucker, crest of his beak rubbing against the underside of his furred balls. He groaned a bit and held his head back, beak gaped as the pet's tongue slapped and prodded at him. He wanted to protest - nay, needed to - but he just couldn't. The soft flesh lapping at the underside of his tail felt entirely too good to pass up.

The lupogryph was growing feverish in his motions, nuzzling deeper and deeper with each drag of his tongue along the avian's tender rump, his whole body pushing forward to aid in his hunger. With every lick, he parted the avian's rump flesh and buried his tongue deep inside, tasting at his insides and the cum that lined his walls before pulling out to swallow it.

Vareoth whimpered and whined in between each press of tongue flesh against his pucker, to the point it sounded like he was being mounted and thrust into twice a second. His eyes were fluttering and his vision was going dark as his cock filled with blood again; his energies were being focused on his nether regions yet again, and he was running out of it. Multiple encounters, time and time again in rapid succession was driving him to blackout-overload.

"Okay Jarell, that's enough." A commanding female voice called out from the door of the shack, drawing the attention of both avians. Vareoth had to blink and clear his eyes to see her clearly. It was a tiny bat-woman standing in the door, looking at both of them with disdain.

Jarell immediately pulled away from under Vareoth's rump to walk away, wings flat against his back and tail drooping down low enough that the tip of it was nearly dragging on the wood floors. Valencia herded him out and sent him back to the house.

"Well there, my avian friend. I see Ilorek got another one. Glad to see he's having fun, but I wonder why he chose you over the millions of others that are in and around Klyneth." She stepped forward, her wing fingers curling up in a fist. "Though I can see a few reasons he chose you. Not hard to read him when he's so open with me anyway."

"C-can you untie me, please?" Vareoth begged, finally ready to be freed of his shackles.

"Sure, No problem. I don't know why he feels the need to hold people down when he fucks them, I know he's not personally into bondage and won't tie me up. Anyway, Here ya go, you wanna come back to the house and get something to eat? Maybe enjoy something sweet to get your energy back up?" she stepped next to Vareoth and put her hand over the locks of the shackles, instantly unbuckling them and setting him free.

The moment the metal bars were free of his ankles, he let out a long, drawn out sigh of relief as he brought his legs up, rubbing at the imprints just above either foot. As he was relishing in his freedom, she came up and unclamped his neck, allowing him to roll to his rump, rubbing at the imprint there. "Th-thank you." Was all he could say in return, stuttering and struggling to keep from making direct eye contact. He wasn't exactly the most bashful, but he was naked and covered from shoulder to knees in a blended concoction of his own cum and the seed of her mate, his swollen rump flesh throbbing and drooling that same cum while his own member was leaking.

"No need to be shy on the ranch, Var. I don't wear clothes here, Ilorek doesn't wear clothes, you don't have to either. Come on, I think it's time we head back to the house and get you something to eat. I can feel your exhaustion." She bowed to him and raised one of her ams with the membrane of the wing fully extended towards the door. "After you."

While still weak at the knees, Vareoth hopped off the edge of the table he had been strapped on and hobbled his way towards the door. Every step of the way, he felt his tender rump flesh rubbing against itself, the subtle sensations sending chills up his spine, the pleasure splaying his tail feathers apart. It was a dull but delightful reminder of the roughness he'd enjoyed. Once he was past Valencia, she followed in behind him.

"So tell me Vareoth, What was it about Ilorek that made you want to follow him home outside of Klyneth? I'm to understand you didn't know each other before this afternoon, and yet here you are, hobbling your way out of his personal sex shack. You're not the type to enjoy casual hookups, are you?" She fell in step behind him as they both emerged into the emerald green forest that surrounded the ranch, blinking in the evening light to let their eyes adjust.

The blunt question mixed with vareoth's returning lucidity made him realize just how out of character it was that he had so easily bent to Ilorek's will. He groaned and rubbed at his face with his palm, shamefully shaking his head.

Valencia stepped up next to him and wrapped her wing-arm around his belly and pushed her snout up between arm and torso. "No need to feel bad about it, Var. Ilorek is nearly as good as I am at manipulating the thought processes of those he comes in contact with. Just looking in his eyes is enough to influence your decisions. You were yourself - he wouldn't steal your sense of identity - but you were a less inhibited version of yourself. Far more susceptible to suggestion."

Vareoth nodded and took in a deep, uncertain breath. It made sense, now that he thought of it. When they were talking at the cafe, he saw a clouded swirl in Ilorek's eyes, and he remembered seeing it time and time again; it must have been a natural hypnosis of some sort. The revelation made him blush even more. The thought of having someone toying with his mind was a kink of his, even though he never outwardly spoke of it.

"Yeah, he also can read minds. Another thing I taught him. I can too, in case you were wondering." Valencia explained as she nuzzled up into his side. She was considerably smaller than he was, her head only coming up to his chest.

Knowing that Valencia could read his thoughts, he blushed again, since his mind was still partially clouded with images and memories of scents and sensations of Ilorek's equine member bloating him with seed. "So it doesn't matter what I think of, he can read it? Is that how he was so easily able to identify what I wanted and help me....you know, enjoy it?"

"Yeah. Normally he tries to be more subtle about it, or make it so that his partner thinks everything was exclusively their idea, but-"

"Wait, hold on. I think he actually told me all this, but I was only partially alert." Vareoth interrupted. "Y-Yeah, he already told me all this, I think, but I guess I didn't really pick up on it since all my mind was focusing on was the scent of his musk. It is delicious, you know. The cabin smells like him. Makes me want to go back there." He spun his head to look back at the shack, but Valencia held him tight and urged him towards the house.

"We really should get you fed. I'm trying to clean your mind of his influence with my own magic, but you have to work with me, here." She lifted her thumb and forefinger - the only digits that weren't connected to her wing-membrane - to rub at the base of his neck. "Come on, come back to us."

Vareoth smiled and leaned back into her gentle rubs. "That's nice, don't stop please." His feathers slowly ruffled, parting to give her easier access to his muscles. It was clear he was somewhat delirious thanks to the energy he had expended, mixed with Valencia's subtle manipulation of his mind. It was all part of the cleansing, though.

"Shush for now. Just follow me." She continued to guide him between the trees before reaching the fence. The two of them slipped in between the lower boards and stumbled their way across the ground to the house. She tried her best to keep him from talking, since that would use up his energy.

Once they got to the front door, they were met by Ilorek with Jarell excitedly wagging his tail behind him. "He okay."

"Yeah, he's fine. He just needs something to eat. Seriously, you did a number on his mind. I have to wipe out your influence a bit at a time." She continued to guide Vareoth to one of the chairs at their kitchen table, helping him up before she hopped up to the stool she used to work at the sink. She turned the water on and started washing her hands as Ilorek stepped up beside her. Both kept a sidelong eye on Vareoth to ensure he wasn't about to collapse.

"Sorry about that. I could tell he had a repressed desire. Influenced him a little too hard, it seems. Well, if nothing else, I have prepared a meal. Not sushi, but something a bit more filling. Nothing special, but I hope you and him both like it." He slipped down the counter and got out his knife, using it to cut up some potatoes into thin strips.

"Fries, I see. Let me guess, fish and chips?"

"Yeah, I know Var loves fish, but I already made him sushi, so I thought I'd try something else. The batter is prepared and so is the tartar, just waiting on the fish. Luckily we have some pretty massive fillets in the ice box." he knelt and pulled out a cedar flat with two massive fish fillets on it, both still on the skin.

Valencia smiled and stepped away from the counter to sidle up next to Vareoth at the table. She swirled her finger above a mug full of tea as a small trail of teal mist emanated from her digit, quickly heating the beverage. "So, tell me honestly, did you have fun?"

Vareoth kept his beak shut as he nodded slowly. It was clear he lacked the energy to chirp out a response, even if he was still buzzing with the resonant euphoria of having so many of his kinks tickled.

"Glad to hear it. Ilorek and I love to share, and our minds help us to trigger on the often dormant fantasies of others. I know you've only been here a few hours, but how long do you plan on staying?" She pushed the mug of tea over to him, her smile exposing her twin canine teeth.

He just shrugged. His eyes were barely open and now that he was resting inside, away from the torture-rack in the sex shed, he just felt like sleeping. "I hadn't really thought about it. Why do you ask? You d-don't want me to leave, do you?" He looked up at her, his visage an image of sadness and dejection.

"No no, dear. Just the opposite. It's been quite a while since Ilorek and I had a toy to play with."

"Huh?" Vareoth gulped down a beakful of tea. "Wh-what do you mean by that?"

Valencia's soft smile twisted into a devious grin. "Oh, I think you know. Don't be a stranger, now. It would be a shame for a prospective pet to run away on us."

"P-pet? Toy? What are you-" Vareoth cut himself off mid question as it dawned on him.

"Oh don't be like that, dear. It's not what you think. We're not psychos and we're not going to hurt you. You are free to leave whenever you'd like, but I think you'd enjoy it much more if we kept you here. We'd take care of you, feed you, and make you happy. In exchange, we would expect you to...perform for us. You have some particular interests that others aren't all that interested in, and we'd hate to force ourselves on people like that."

His breathing was getting heavier and deeper as he glanced around the room. Ilorek was still at the kitchen counter, cutting at the potatoes, not looking over his shoulder. The room was so clean, so proper, and so very well maintained, something he didn't notice earlier when he was too busy noticing the hunk of hippogryph fondling him. He caught only a mere glimpse of Valencia's devious stare before averting his eyes and staring down at the steaming tea in the mug. As he focused on the beverage, he got wisps in his mind of just how wonderful of a life he would have here. The thought of never having to care for himself was an appealing thought; just leave all behind him and join them for a life of fun and freedom from responsibilities. He had to shake himself free of this illusory fantasy.

"What's that?" Valencia pushed, slowly leaning over so she could get a better view of his eyes.

"N-nothing at all. I just. I think I might want to go now." He went to get up, but found his legs could barely hold him up. He truly was weakened.

"Probably not a good idea. I won't stop you, but I think it would be in your best interest to stick around. You need something in your belly. You need someone to take care of you, and we have a meal nearly ready just for you. You like fish, right?" Her silky voice was growing tender, like a caring mother or sister. Over by the sink and stove, a sudden crackling came as Ilorek dipped a couple fish fillets in some boiling oil.

She was right. He was too weak to walk back to town, and Ilorek was cooking some mighty fine smelling fish. He was insanely hungry, and it was just too convenient to pass up on. Besides, it would be rude to deny their hospitality. He turned and got only a glimpse of Valencia's emerald eyes before feeling his hesitation melt away. "Well, okay. I suppose you are right. I am pretty hungry. Tell me, what are we having? Feeeeesh?!" He smiled a broad grin across his beak and hobbled his way back to the table to sit next to Valencia, cradling the mug of tea as he eagerly waited for Ilorek to answer.

The hippogryph kept his back turned to the two at the table as he used some utensils to manipulate the fish a bit before tossing the sliced potatoes into the frying pan with it. "Fish and chips, of course. Battered with special herbs to perfection, with seasoned potato crisps. Should be crispy on the outside, and soft on the inside. I hope you enjoy." He tossed the fish one more time before using a utensil to put it on a plate, followed by the fries that were already cooked. When he turned to serve it to Vareoth, the avian could see that his eyes were dulled out and swirling a technicolor.

This should have alarmed Vareoth, but all he could think about was the food that would help him to regain his energy. He took in one long sniff to sample the scents of battered, fried fish and chips alongside the musky scent of hippogryph cum that was caked on his feathers. It was a glorious, wonderful concoction of scents and flavors that urged him to eat up. The meal was hot, but not so hot he coudn't eat it like a ravenous, starving beast. Ilorek and Valencia casually stood back and watched as he enjoyed every last bite.

"Did you enjoy that?" Valencia asked, putting emphasis with her silky, suggestive voice.

Vareoth excitedly nodded. "Yeah, love fish."

"Well I'm glad to see your belly is full. I think it may be time to put you down for the night." She hopped off the chair and extended her wing-arm to Vareoth, waiting for him to take it. Her eyes were glistening and dancing in the evening light as her canines poked out from her lips. "Come, come." She instructed.

He pondered perhaps resisting, but he felt himself compelled to obey. He barely even hesitated, and the notion of rebellion was little more than a tangential wisp of a concept in his mind. The more he saw the dancing of her irises, the more completely he was compelled to follow her command.

"Ilorek, dear, please clean up the mess and do your dishes. I will be back in an hour or so." She took Vareoth by the talon and walked him out the front door, only to once again guide him towards Ilorek's pleasure shack. Her hand never once left his as they slipped back through the fence and across the glade the building was in.

As they both made it to the side of the building, Valencia spun around and looked up at him, her dancing emerald irises growing steady. She blinked, and in that brief moment, Vareoth did the same.

"Wh-what is happening to me?" He muttered as he shook his head clear of the fog that had been building up in it. Once again, he had his thoughts and wits about him and he realized that Valencia had an even tighter grasp on his mental state than Ilorek had, and he was even less aware of it until after he'd been released. "What are you doing?"

Valencia leaned up into him and grabbed at his chest feathers with both hands, careful to fold the wing digits up against her forearm. She pushed a single finger up to her lips and whispered, "Shhh." Before pouncing on him and forcing him back onto his still-sore rump. She nuzzled up into his neck and stuck her tongue out to lick and moisten his feathers before biting down, her canines puncturing through the flesh.

"Hnnng!" Vareoth grunted and chirped at the same time as he felt her teeth clamp down on his neck. His feathers were already moist with saliva and the remnants of cum he'd spewed on earlier, but now he was feeling a warmth trickle down his chest. At least he was, until she started lapping it up.

When she sat back up, her maw was bloody, a single drop of it threatening to fall from the tip of her exposed tongue. "What's that, Var? Do you like that?" She leaned back down and angled her neck so that her teeth gripped at the side of his neck as she gently suckled at the wounds. She brought both her wings up and splayed them out so that most of his form was protected and hidden by membrane, only his legs jutting out from between hers.

Vareoth couldn't formulate so much as an idle thought beyond how confused he was about this whole situation. She was being so violent, so aggressive...yet so affectionate. She was manipulating him, clearly, but even when he felt like the tendrils of her spell pulled back to grant him his freedom, he didn't want to leave. She was messing with his mind, yet he didn't mind. It was growing clearer, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it.

He couldn't help but think that was all part of the control she was exerting over him, like a second layer of control. She certainly seemed powerful, mentally adept enough even to exert a hold over Ilorek, so it didn't seem to be too far of a stretch to imagine every emotion he was feeling was in some way part of her design.

But he didn't care.

She kept nuzzling up at him, suckling at the twin punctuation marks in his neck as she gyrated her hips, undulating her body in waves against his as her wing fingers pinched down at his form. It was all quite sensual, and despite Vareoth's relative lack of interest in females, he couldn't help but grow firm and buck up into her. He brought his palms up to rest them on her hips as he pushed down, rubbing his tip up between her thighs.

"Oh? Is someone a little excited, Var?" She sat back up and started grinding against his length, her body moving like silk in a breeze. "I thought you were into bitches." She pushed down harder, angling her hips in such a way that his tip prodded at her opening.

He looked down and wrapped his thumb around her waist, prying at the lips to expose a triangular slit of glistening dark red. He moaned and whimpered as he slipped his thumb into her, rubbing in circles before pulling out with a wet slurping sound. He used the fluids that came from her depths to rub under his own foreskin, mixing with his precum to create a thin film of lubricant between glans and skin.

"Do you like that?" She whispered at him as she stared into his eyes, her green irises dancing again as she flexed her thigh muscles and got to her knees, adjusting herself until she felt his moist tip pressing against her pussy lips. With one fluid motion she sat back down, her vulva grabbing his foreskin and pulling it back as his length plunged into her.

His instincts were urging him to throw his head back and let out a long, drawn out squawk of pleasure, but he couldn't take his eyes off hers. As he stared up at her, everything else grew blurry and out of focus; all he could see was her face, then only her eyes, until all senses merged into one and he could 'sense' her.

It was surreal to him. He was staring at her, but he could also see himself and the way his eyes waved in multicolor rings. He could feel her warmth squeezing around his length, yet he could feel his own cock pulsing and throbbing inside himself. His cock was being pleasured, but he also felt like a deeper organ was being massaged. He tasted his own blood, he could smell the scent of each and every creature of the forest, and could even hear what sounded like a low, droning buzz of some insects.

Above all else, as he thrust into Valencia, he could actually feel the sex from her perspective. He could feel his foreskin being pulled back, but also feel his glans protruding from the soft ring of flesh to part his lips.

The dual layers of pleasure seemed to stab him right in the bridge of the beak, only to tingle down the back of his neck and spine, over the tail he didn't have, and in the wings he wished he had. He could feel everything. He could smell everything. He could hear everything. Everything looked blurred yet strikingly clear at the same time, like he was seeing the world from every angle.

All at once, he felt his pleasure hit a peak as his climax erupted into her. His cock throbbed, his glans expanded with each motion, and he could feel the warmth of his seed fill her womb and double back to inflate her sex between his length and the softness of her canal.

HE finished, yet felt unfulfilled. He came, he climaxed, and he seeded her, yet she was still needy and grinding on his quickly softening length. Despite having reached orgasm, his pleasure was quickly dwindling thanks to the soft cock that was bending and flexing inside him instead of plunging deep inside.

Wait, that's not right.

"Don't give up on me now, Var!" Valencia goaded him, squeezing her pussy lips tight around the base of his cock, her muscle control actually sucking on him and squeezing his length. She tried, but he was spent, exhausted but unfulfilled. His cock was no use to her whatsoever. Once again, she clenched her muscles from vulva to her depths, hoping to suckle on his cock a bit to excite it again, but to no avail. Upset, she pulled off him with a wet sucking sound, leaving her vulva dripping gooey bird cum.

Vareoth's eyes started rolling in the back of his skull as his pleasure slowly dissipated, and he felt terrible. He had all the come-down and shame from after he finished, but none of the tingling, lingering pleasure. Inside, he felt unsatisfied, like he had been teased only to be ignored before climax. His arousal was still lingering, but his body was done.

"Fine. Maybe you need a potion in you or something to get it back up. Bad bird. Bad!" She got to her feet and stood over him, eyes still locked on his as she stepped forth so that her vulva were hovering just over his head, dripping cum on his beak.

"S-sorry." He apologized, lower beak quivering as he wiped his beak off with his forearm.

"Well what are you going to do about it? Clean up your mess!" She commanded as she laid both her palms on her thighs, using both free forefingers to part her lips. She squatted down and grunted, forcing every bit of his seed out onto his face, which he eagerly attempted to lick up.

Before the last drops could trickle off the underside of her vulva, he leaned up and pressed his tongue to her sex, lapping at it fervently and prodding at her depths to suck back every bit of fluid he could. To his delight, every single press of his tongue to her lips made his own cock tingle in delight, and every prod at her clit made his glans throb, so he kept at it. He licked and he lapped and he prodded and nuzzled and sucked as best he could with his beak until he felt another climax erupt from his soft tip, followed by a splash of fem-cum all over his face.

She shuddered and rocked back and forth against his beak, keeping her fingers against her lips to pry them open, which left her gaping and drooling bits of her ejaculate. "Good boy." She muttered before taking in one long breath and lifting her leg to step away from him. "Come, now."

Vareoth's enthusiasm was revived, and he crawled after her on all fours until she made it to the door of the shack. She instructed him to enter, and he did without hesitation. Once inside, he got to his feet and stood on shaky knees, leaning against one of the tables that had potions on it. He didn't speak, since he didn't feel the need to.

Valencia extended her hand, and a few wisps of teal mist extended from her wing to disappear into the elevated table that had housed him prior. A moment later, the whole thing started moving on its own, slowly descending into the floor before having a set of floor boards close over top of it, resulting in the floor looking like no operating table had ever been there.

"What did you-" Vareoth started, only to have Valencia shut the door on him, followed by the clanking and tinkering of a lock being flipped into place.

"See you tomorrow. You be a good boy." She called, before her brisk footsteps were heard crunching their way through the glade and away from the shack.

The further she got away, the clearer Vareoth's head grew. As his freedom returned, he came to realize how physically and emotionally drained he was. His emotions and psyche had been on such a wave of highs and lows that he felt ready to collapse. He was still leaning against the table, so he didn't fall, but he did have to use all his energy to stay on both legs.

He turned and looked down the narrow length of the building, and at the other end was the most comfortable looking bed he'd ever seen. Ungracefully, he shuffled his way along the table with the potions and beakers and vials and other instruments on it. He thought about what kind of deliciously kinky things he could do with the various potions before finally lunging forward to land on his belly on the bed. His tail flicked and lifted, exposing his rump to the cool air of the shack, and the gentle tickle reminded him that he was still sore there.

Before he got trapped in the loop of masturbation, he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling with the glowing bulbs of light and tried to piece together his day to figure out just how he made it to this very point.

In spite of all that had happened, he genuinely didn't mind being here. After all, Valencia and Ilorek would take care of him; wouldn't they?

Only if he was a good bird.