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[b][u][center]A Stronger Bond

Part 5

for a-lycotonum

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Caelia felt like crying as her body pushed her closer and closer to the flaunting gryphon. His spread fore and hind-legs made it clear that he wanted her down there, and the bestial musk that filled the stables made it clear that the feeling seemed to be spreading through to the other mounts that were kept with him. She groaned, trying to ignore the spasms going through her lower parts, knowing that this was all down to the corruption but being unable to fight it. The sense of need was only growing with each successive breath that she took.

[i]Need...why do I...why do I need this...[/i]

Because she wasn't getting anything else? Because everyone else was taking what she wanted from her, so she had to settle for something less than she actually wanted, something that would scratch an itch and little more? Maybe. She didn't know. She didn't know much of anything anymore. The world didn't want to work the way that she felt that it was supposed to.

Her hands reached up from the floor to those furred, fluffed balls, and she was shocked at the sheer weight of them as she fondled them. The stone floor under her was uncomfortable, a guarantee that she would be in pain later from kneeling down here, but the needs of her body outweighed the want for comfort.

Her pussy clenched between her legs, a reminder that she needed to do more than touch. Kaggotha had seen to that, ensuring that she was useless for thinking when she got like this. It wasn't fair. She had never been a great brain, but she'd at least had something. Now...

Now, when she got horny, it was all she could do to focus on getting the need fulfilled. The only mercy that it offered was the fact that she didn't think of how humiliated she was while she was getting that itch scratched.

Her clothes came off. She didn't even remember taking them off, but now she was naked, her pussy aching, dripping, soaking her thighs. Her toes, scaly, the only 'pretty' part of her left below the waist, curled and almost pricked her soles in anticipation.

"I don't want this...I don't want this..."

A tear did run down her face at that moment, staining her cheek as it went down to her lips. She tasted it, the salt, and then shook her head.

"I don't want this."

But she needed it. Her mother had already seen what she needed. Some others probably had, too, considering how long she had spent staring at the gryphon rather than his rider. She slowly turned around, lifting her hips up until she could feel his sheath resting against her ass cheeks.

She didn't want this. But she was going to get it.

As she pressed back against the sheath, she felt the tip of his member sliding out. The gryphon let out a slow, low squawk of pleasure, and she knew that he was already enjoying what he was getting from the very odd two-legger under him. Her cheeks, on the other hand, were as red as they could get, already imagining some person walking in and seeing her doing this. She'd be banned from the restaurant for life, and that was if she was lucky. Even if she mentioned that she was in Hazing Week and that this wasn't her fault, she'd still be taken advantage of. Law and custom said that she couldn't be held responsible for what she did during this time, but that didn't mean that there wouldn't be some people that would hold it over her head.

Caelia, the gryphon fucker.

Caelia, the pervert.

Caelia, the beast whore.

The shaft continued to grow as those humiliating thoughts continued to burn through her head, reminding her of the consequences of her actions. She had been warped and changed again and again, fucked by big cocks until they were almost the only thing that she could think of. She needed, desperately needed something that would make her feel better again, now that her body had been fucked so often that it craved rutting almost as much as it craved food.

[i]This isn't me...[/i]

But it was the her that Kaggotha was creating. She groaned, feeling the emptiness turning into an ache that was all too similar to an empty stomach. She reached back, spreading her cheeks enough so that the gryphon's rising rod could slide between them.

It was hot. Thick, and hot, though not stiff enough for fucking just yet. There was a bone in it, she realized, something similar to canines. It would have allowed it to rut her if she was a little further off the ground, but with the position that she was in, it needed a little more stiffening to be able to reach her properly. She ground back, slowly sliding the shaft between her cheeks again and again, feeling it oozing in short order, and then stiffening more. The sheer thickness of it scared her human mind...

But the beast parts between her legs were all too hungry for it. She drooled from her pussy, her clit still winking like a mare, almost like she was trying to put herself on advertisement for the big beast. Caelia muttered under her breath, huffing as she brought her hands to her ankles, gripping them for the moment.

[i]This is going to send me straight to hell. Fucking an animal...[/i]

But nothing else was going to do. She needed this, badly, if she wanted to keep her sanity. She took a deep breath, let it out, and hiked her hips up just a little further. The shaft throbbed, spitting pre over her ass cheeks, and then lowered. The head found her puffy pussy, and then -

SQUELCH.

The first thrust almost lifted her off the ground. It definitely pushed her up onto her tiptoes, her back and head hitting the gryphon's stomach. The breath had been punched right out of her lungs at that first thrust, leaving her wheezing from just how full she was.

[i]Holy...holy...holy...[/i]

There was nothing holy about the cock between her legs, nothing good about it. Just the sheer size of it would have ripped a normal woman in half. Her pussy would have been gaped and bloody if she'd been a normal woman. As it stood, she was barely taking it, her pussy feeling the stretch, the gaping going on, and she...

She...

She loved it.

Her pussy was wetter than ever, and her tongue hung out as if she was cumming her brains out. Her toes curled against the stone floor, and her clit was all but spasming from the sheer pleasure of being ground on like that.

This was better than two-legger cock, better by far. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as the gryphon started rocking his hips, forcing his cock further into her before pulling it out again, then in, then out, then in again. Each time that he so much as shifted his weight, it felt like he was getting another sensitive spot of hers, whammying her and sending her further down the path to a brand new orgasm.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Her gasps of pleasure were coming out before she could stop them. She knew that she needed to be quiet, that the people in the restaurant would hear her if she wasn't careful, but the sounds came whether she willed them to or not. She whimpered, covering her mouth with one shaky hand -

"MMMPH!"

Only to feel the gryphon lunge forward all the harder, finally hitting his rhythm. Those heavy balls slapped her ass as he rammed into her, pushing her deeper, pushing her down to the ground as a matter of fact. She hit the floor with a thump, her eyes rolled back. Her head hit the ground, and her ass went up higher, higher, higher, lifted up by that cock. She was all but mounted on the gryphon's rod now, something that she didn't know how to handle.

It didn't seem to matter. The gryphon knew how to rut, and that was just what he did.

"Ah...ah...mmmph..."

She couldn't stop all the sounds, and it soon stopped mattering. Even as his knot battered at the entrance to her pussy, even as the tapered tip tickled her insides in a way that should have been raw agony, her body took over for her brain. It wanted, even needed to be rutted. That was part of the demon's corruption and training; she had been made to need things that others just enjoyed. There was no getting away from that.

[i]Beast pussy...needs beast cock...[/i]

That was all she could think. She moaned out loud, feeling her first orgasm coming on from the brutal pounding that she was getting from behind. Did she want to cum? Mentally, no. Emotionally, no. Physically, yes.

"Ah...oh fuck...fuck..."

The little words kept coming, her needs rising higher and higher, her pussy juicing around that thick rod. He was hammering her hard, lasting longer than a gryphon should. She should have had some thought on that, but it didn't come. No thoughts came.

Her head was empty, and it would stay that way as long as a hole was full.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, each thrust forcing her to take a beast's cock and deal with the brutal pleasure that it brought. There was no kindness there, nothing of the soft warmth that had come with the Muse's touch. It was the opposite of her affections, the complete opposite, where she was honestly wondering if she was going to be okay by the end of this. All that mattered until then, however, was getting fucked.

Caelia couldn't bring herself to thrust back, but the pleasure was good enough and her partner brutal enough that she didn't have to. All she had to do was take it, rocking back and forth to the rutting thrusts of the animal over her. His balls slapped against her clit, fur and feathers fluffing her up, keeping her horny. A claw pressed down on the back of her neck, keeping her in place like some sort of breeding partner. The thought of taking so much seed that she'd be weighed down by his young almost sent her over the edge right then and there, and she was scared, for a moment, at how easily that had happened.

Then she was back to gasping, moaning, panting for more. In, out, in, out, that knot all but a fist against her pussy that dragged her further and further down towards the debauched night that she had been conditioned to need. That knot slapped against her again, almost forcing her open enough to take it, then pulled back once more.

She was drooling, she realized. Drooling all over the floor, leaving nothing but spit stains against her face as she was rutted like some dumb drunk, some dumb streetwalker that had gotten too desperate for her own good. Each thrust was hot, and painful, and pleasurable all at once, like it was a continuation of Kaggotha's corruption.

Maybe it was. She was so far down that it might as well have been.

"Ah...ah...ah...nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!"

The moan came with a sudden shriek as she was pushed over the edge, the knot grinding right on her clit as it strained to get inside of her. She wished that she could have said that she was humiliated by it, but the pleasure was more than enough to make her take it and then some. Caelia gasped, feeling the knot sliding up, pressing in, stretching her again -

POP! POP!

Then it went in...and out. The sheer violence that it wrenched itself out with was something that felt like a punch in the gut, like she had been assaulted, but in such a horrible, dark, depraved way. Her pussy barely survived, only to be forced to take it again.

POP! POP!

This time, faster, harder, going in faster and getting ripped out even harder than the last time. She didn't know how it was happening, how her body could take it, but it was. It was taking it, and it was loving it. Her feet were soaked in her own juices, and there was no denying how horned up she was getting.

She felt like a shaggy monster, like some beast that had been given up to the breeding pens. She wanted to know what the knot would feel like even bigger.

Caelia went with the knot-fuck, though, taking it again and again, feeling her pussy popping and becoming a puffy mess of a thing that no two-legger would want to touch. She started to daydream, drifting off from the brutality of the rut. Something about it...something about this was good...something that...she needed...

[i]What...what do I need...from this?[/i]

Attention? She could get nicer attention from just about anyone.

Domination? That was a possibility. The gryphon was making it very clear with every thrust that she didn't have a choice in what was happening to her, and he clearly wanted to use her as hard as he could. There was no denying that she enjoyed it, too.

Want? Others wanted her, but wouldn't step forward to do anything.

Caelia groaned. She didn't know what it was that she needed her beyond the rutting. All she knew was that she was getting some cruel approximation of it from the gryphon, and that was why she was still there, still getting her ass reamed out, because she needed more of it and couldn't get it elsewhere.

POP! POP! POP! POP!

The knot-fucking continued, never ceasing, and somehow still getting faster. She could feel the beast ramming into her, rutting her, using her to tease its knot in a way that not even its own females could have done. She wanted to feel ashamed, and she did.

But she also felt turned on. Hot. Better than the other females.

She was a prize. She was something that could be wanted...and she wanted to be wanted...

Finally, the knot locked inside of her, rammed in as far as it would go. She moaned as it locked in place, only to scream into her arm as the beast started cumming. His balls rose up, spurting everything that he had into her depths. Each shot of cum was followed with a throbbing, bloating feeling in her guts, almost like it was forcing her to expand to make room for all the seed that it was going to fill her with. She gagged, gulping down air as she felt another throb, and then another, and another, each one making her guts swell until she swore that it was actually getting bigger.

She covered her mouth, stifling her moans as the throbbing continued, pulsing around the knot. Some seed started dribbling out of her, so much that the knot couldn't contain it all. It ran down her thighs, her calves, all the way to her soles. She stood in puddles of clear and white fluids, sickened with herself and aroused at the same time.

Then, the clip clop came. The clip, clop, clip, clop of the demon. She slowly turned her head, looking up at the bestial woman that had taken over as her companion.

Kaggotha had no shame in her nudity. She grinned, her arms folded under her breasts.

"Well, slut? You have fun?"

"...Yes."

"Heh, glad you admit it, finally."

"Nnngh..."

"You'll learn to love that."

"Nnnngh..."

"Too full?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmmm..."

"Get used to it."

Cruelty was becoming ever more acceptable, she realized. She didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing...or if it was a good or bad thing that she really had enjoyed what had been done to her.

#

It had been a long time since the Muse was angry. A very long time, indeed. What she had considered anger when she had been separated from Caelia had, in fact, merely been annoyance compared to the fury that was rolling through her at what the young woman was being put through now.

"You lousy..."

She was at a loss for words. The sheer horror - at least, for her - of watching Caelia rutting beasts had been enough to rob her of her vocabulary, and for a muse, that was something of an accomplishment. She waved her hand, dismissing the spell that she had set up to watch the other woman.

She had known that the new creature would put her lover through hell. She had known that the jealous one, the short one, would call on something that would make Caelia into something that she wasn't. The ugliness of corruption was something that would take weeks to clear, even with the Arcanamirium's best spells, and that was if Caelia didn't accidentally start holding onto some of it. The possibility of her lover ending up being more demonic than this...

She couldn't bear it. Not with her.

The Muse gestured, calling up the mortal that she had tapped to help her. The scrying spell found him in the nude, posing in a theater. He jumped as soon as he saw the portal.

"And what...pray tell...are you doing?" the Muse asked.

"Um, we, I - that is, we've been getting ready to do casting calls."

"...Casting calls."

"For the rescue operation."

"..."

"We need the best for demons, your great and wonderful self. That means that we have to run some sort of audition."

"I see."

It was a fairly pathetic excuse as things went, but it was one that she could almost believe. It was the man's nudity that spoiled it, of course, as it would have spoiled most anything. For all that he thought highly of himself, she doubted that he understood just how off-putting his body was.

"And your nakedness?"

"...Testing the waters?"

"Get off the stage, and get to work."

"But - I was just -"

"Get to work, or the beginnings of my wrath will fall upon you, with scale-rot being the [i]least[/i] of your worries."

"...Yes, ma'am."

She cut the spell with the force of a scorned woman slamming the door as she left the room. She had little doubt that such a motion would have left the theater shaking, and she honestly didn't care.

It was done, however, and now, she had to wait until the next time that something happened to Caelia to reopen the portal that let her watch over her lover. She hated waiting, hated it with a passion, for even the sense of timing that made such a wait worth it to the audience was fraught with emotion for her.

What if she was too late?

What if Caelia was already changed?

What if her darling had already been turned from treasure to trash?

The Muse covered her face, agonizing over it. The drama of the moment sought to turn it into a production, but her grief denied it the chance. This was real. For the first time in hundreds of years, perhaps the first time ever, the Muse felt something that was genuine and not affected by the chance of a good story. This was her raw moment of heartbreak.

As she cried into the clouds around her, she made the promise that she would get Caelia back. She promised herself, she promised the other woman, and she promised the world. She [i]would[/i] get her beloved back, one way, or another.

#

"Well...I didn't think that we'd get that kind of interruption," Andrei said, shaking his head and flicking a few sweat drops away. "Good thing she didn't appear a few seconds later."

"Indeed."

The cat-folk man on the other side of the stage slowly dropped the curtain that he'd been hiding behind, his own dick finally on display again. Not that it had been that hard to hide, of course - he was a cat, after all - but he had been far too shy for a lust-priest.

Still, the moment was gone, and Andrei sighed as he got to his feet. He tossed his head from one side to the other, then glanced around for his clothes. When he didn't find them, he arched an eyebrow.

"Where's my pants?"

"You told me to hide them; you wished to give a show, remember?"

"Ah. Right. Well, I need them now."

"That could be a problem."

"Why?"

The cat-folk nodded upwards, and Andrei glanced towards the catwalks over the stage. The metal lines that ran from one side of the ceiling to the other were quite difficult to reach, and for good reason. They were somewhat haunted here in the theater, and he could see that his clothes had taken the fascination of the ghosts. They were dancing his shirt, pants, and more around up there.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Alright, fine. I'll submit to the dressing rooms."

"Nothing there."

"What?" He spun on his heel. "What kind of theater has empty dressing rooms?"

"An abandoned one. You really aren't very good at this, are you?"

"Not very - I'll have you know that I'm great at this when I have supplies."

"And when you don't?"

"I'm not being paid enough for this..."

He sighed. If he wasn't bound by the fact that the Muse really would shatter his career if he didn't help her out, he would have dropped the mission then and there. As it stood, he knew that he would have to follow through. Even with a demon involved that could probably turn his throat inside-out if it wanted, he would have to follow through, because the alternative really wasn't something worth considering.

Lord Densharr stepped up to him, the cat-folk patting his back. He nodded in thanks, then turned to the ladder.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting my clothes back."

"Shall I get the guest list ready?"

"Yes. And check for good Charisma."

"Hmm?"

"I want hot guys."

"And the ones that are qualified but ugly?"

The temptation to give in to his diva side and have them thrown out was strong, but his attachment to his few talents was just that little bit stronger. He sighed.

"Let them in, too...just make sure that they're really, really fucking good..."

#

By the time that he'd retrieved his various articles of clothing from the catwalk ghosts, the candidates for the rescue operation had slipped into the theater. Lord Densharr, for all his faults as a true actor, was quite a bit more efficient at keeping them organized than Andrei would have been. The cat-folk had been running a cult, after all, even if it had been out of his grandmother's basement.

Andrei was, however, a little less impressed with those that had come to the advertisement that he'd put out in the city. The runners and shouters obviously hadn't gone far, because most of them were from the slums, and weren't that high-end in terms of obvious abilities. No wizards, but there was a sorcerer here, a warlock there. A lot of rogues - like, enough that he kept his hands in his pockets and his hands clenched tight around what valuables he had - and a couple of rangers that looked like they had learned how to hunt human targets rather than animal ones. Nothing of the healing sort, and less of the banishing sort than he would like.

[i]Not exactly a good set of people for demon hunting,[/i] he admitted, but that was better than nothing. At least they had numbers...and some of them were cute.

"Alright. Let's start with introductions. One by one, on stage, let me see how fabulous you are -"

"Talented," Densharr said at his side, as the two of them sat down at the old judge table by the stage. "Talented you are."

"...Yes, talented," Andrei allowed himself to be corrected. "And when we're done, we'll tell you who's going on with us."

It was a rough start. The first five rogues were all no-gos. Each one tried a throwing knife trick, and the only thing that kept either Densharr or Andrei from being impaled by the blade was the fact that they were keeping an eye out for that very thing. Disqualified, all.

The warlock showed promise, at least. The young man was a little on the androgynous side for Andrei, but he had a patron that seemed to look out from the Void onto the world of the living, and the young man had a huge hard-on once he heard that they were hunting demons. As far as Andrei was concerned, that was good enough, and Densharr agreed once he heard the name of the patron. Cth-something or other.

After that, they had another round of meh, with a couple of rogues that were just barely good enough to squeak through, and about twenty that were not. With every successive knife trick that failed or attempt to disappear in plain sight that just didn't work, Andrei felt his desire to sink through the floor in boredom growing.

"How many do we have now?" he muttered.

"Counting the last one? Five."

"That's gotta be enough, right?"

"Oh, sure, if we were hunting rats."

"..."

"The best of the bunch is the warlock, and he's barely our level. The other four are just good enough to not stab each other at this point."

"OW!"

"...I stand corrected. Three," the cat-folk muttered, making a note on the page.

Andrei groaned, rubbing the back of his head. He was not cut out for this side of the business. He was a star, the party leader, the face of the group. He was meant to have starring roles, to put people in their place, to be admired from a distance. His skills did not lie in putting a group together.

If he hadn't had Densharr there, he wasn't sure if he could have gotten through the rest of it. The sorcerer, like the warlock, had some promise. Andrei was on the verge of sending her home, though - just because she was a woman and he wanted a group of hot guys, admittedly - but Densharr stopped him before he could send the elf woman away. The cat-folk turned him around, grabbing him by the chin.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"She's a woman. I want hot men, you know that."

"She's qualified."

"She's not exactly swinging down there, is she?"

"One, she's a sorcerer, so she can change that if she has to. Two, get your head out of your dick, you moron."

"Ugh...it's a failed mission, anyway."

"Yes, but it's a failed mission I want you to come back from."

It was surprisingly touching to hear someone say that. A little bit insulting, too, since he didn't think it was [i]that[/i] bad, but mostly touching. He leaned in and kissed the cat-folk on the cheek, and turned back to the stage as the nightmare continued.

They found two more decent rogues and one good one, all of which were snapped up on the spot. The rangers were, bluntly, homicidal maniacs that Andrei refused to trust at his back, no matter how sexy some of them looked. And one of them had a really, really good ass, too. He sent them off, and Densharr didn't argue. They were of one mind, and possibly fewer, regarding how much they actually trusted the black-hooded archers to not shoot them in the back.

That just left the one 'cleric' that had come to the audition. The gray-robed young man walked on stage. He didn't have muscles, nor a beard, nor any good equipment. He just looked like someone that would have stood in the middle of a crowd without the slightest sort of feature to make him stand out. Unarmed, accessorized...

"What exactly are you?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm just a cleric," the young man said, his voice as deep and depressed-sounding as anything that Andrei had ever heard, droning and dull and monotone. "You know, the sort of person that has to ask for the gods to help all the time? But they almost never do? And then they just, you know, stand in the background, using magic that nobody else ever appreciates."

Andrei blinked, slowly turning his head to the cat-folk at his side. Lord Densharr looked back, an eyebrow raised, before turning back to the human.

"And what deity do you worship?"

"None. They're all busy, anyway. They wouldn't notice my worship. Nobody on earth notices, though, so that's okay."

"...So, how do you get your powers?"

"Misery, mostly. I believe in the shrine of apathetic entropy, where nothing good lasts, and nothing bad lasts. Nothing is noticed, and everything is pain. We are all doomed, so why try?"

The sheer amount of depression in the other man's voice would have been enough to drag near anyone down the same road, and Andrei had to hold tight to his own willpower to keep from feeling like his own desire to live wasn't being pulled away from him. It was genuinely almost supernatural in the way that the young man offered such little in the way of hope and seemed to drain it from those around him.

At the same time, Andrei was the first to stand up and welcome him. The young man nodded, morose as ever as he joined the others that were waiting for their assignment. Lord Densharr arched an eyebrow as Andrei sat down again.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"We need a cleric, don't we?"

"We don't even know if he can heal."

"He can at least keep the other guys from hurting us."

"...With that outlook, I'll be surprised if anyone can do anything."

"Kind of my point. Next!"

They still had a fair amount of auditions to get through. He didn't relish the idea of going through more rogues, but there was the possibility of finding a few others that still had some talent. Considering that they were going to be taking on a demon, possibly a handful of them, he wanted as many warm bodies to throw at them as possible.

If nothing else, it would give him and Densharr a chance to run away at the end. He wasn't afraid to throw a fan club or two at his enemies.

“Wait…” He turned, blinking at the cat-folk. “What do you mean, you want [i]me[/i] to come back? Aren’t you coming?”

“God no.” Densharr shivered. “I’m not stupid enough to go after a demon.”

He stared, slowly shaking his head before looking away.

“I’ve been bamboozled…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Caelia continues her time with the gryphons, and ends up getting rutted good and hard, almost brainless for a while. Elsewhere, a Muse and a rescue party continue their plans.

Tags: M/F, Feral, Bestiality, Gryphon, Human, Size Difference, Knot-Fucking, Vaginal, Fondling, Humiliation, Demon, Muse, Series, Fantasy, Cum, Creampie, Cum Inflation, Orgasm,