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Katyra dropped down lightly onto the floor of the interior chamber, her breathing coming a little faster as she tried to haul her heavy satchel behind her. It was heavy enough that it was taking force to hall it along. Most of what she had picked from the horde of treasure had been light and valuable, things that she could take with ease, but they were adding up rapidly as she turned her way through the large stretching passageways. She wouldn’t be able to carry much more unless she was willing to sacrifice some of her lesser prizes, something that she wasn’t willing to do, especially not after she had spent the better part of a week between jobs to locate this treasure. She had earned her prizes and she would take them with her. She swung her bag down and let it drop, pushing her deep red hair back from her face with a soft puffing breath, her eyes glittering a little bit as she looked through the darkness and gauged the distant light of the entrance.

She had had a good month, a good year, actually. While work for a thief wasn’t terribly hard to come by, it was also done on a commission rate and her marks picked by her employers, but this was different. For the last two weeks she had been on her own and located three caches’ of treasure that were proving well worth the effort it had taken to bring her to them. The first had been a gryphon’s lair, one that was renowned for hording gold when he could find it. The second had been an old thieves’ cache that had yielded enough rubies that she could retire in luxury and now this. The cave was ripe with trinkets that she could sell for a pretty penny, and this would round out her adventures nicely. She would be able to retire finally, and only work for herself when she desired to do so, something that was growing with appeal rapidly as she considered the mound of her bag.

“You’re paying off nicely..” She patted the leather lightly and let out a slight smile to herself, lips curling back as she felt the angles. “Still, I could do with at least lightening some of the load.”

She had raw jewels, valuable, but not so valuable as some of the necklaces she was finding here. She could come back if she needed too, this place was long since abandoned, unlike the first job she had tried. She could have dropped the load off and come back with an empty bag, but she hadn’t become a thief by trusting others and she was certain that the moment she let her eyes off her goods, was the moment she would find it snatched out from under her. No, it was better to carefully gauge what she had taken with what she could have here. Raw jewels could be gathered anywhere, the craftsmanship of the necklaces she saw in the darkness were something else entirely. They would fetch more money, easily.

The moment she flipped open her bag, she found herself staring at one prize she had picked up and had not yet discarded, despite the fact that it was bulky enough that it took up a great deal of room. The raptorial mask that peered up at her was made of real gold silk in a parody of a falconry hood. The eyes cups were bulged out to keep from pressing against a birds eyes, but they were lined with minute jewels that were patterned after swirling water designs. The stitching was so fine that she could barely see it, she could only feel it when she held it up and ran her fingers along the inside edge. It was a delight to touch, a delight to hold, and from the moment she had seen it in the gryphon’s lair she had wanted to possess it. She had no idea what the beast was doing with such a thing, but the jewels alone would be worth enough to make the trouble of carrying it worth it. Add into the fact it was unique and she felt a surge of absolute greed and lust to possess it.

She picked it up, fondling the silk as she had a dozen times since she had robbed the creature’s lair and felt the smooth silk brushing along her finger tips. It felt so lovely, smooth and giving, rubbing against the pads of her fingers as she worked it back and forth. It almost felt alive to her touch, something about it pulsing as she lifted it entirely out and sorted out the long golden buckles and straps that were designed to go around a massive raptorial head. Perhaps the gryphon had been some sort of pampered pet before it had become free. She could certainly see the creature wearing something of this sort, it was gaudy enough that any prince or noble would be pleased to have a pet wear it. The fabric was thick and lined so that it was soft against her touch as she turned it over and looked into the mask.

There were jewels here as well, but they were darker, almost black. She didn’t know why they would be on the inside of the mask, but she liked the feel of the flat dislike surfaces against her finger tips as she worked them back and forth. It was delightful, in its own way, experiencing the craftsmanship. She could have replaced it a dozen times over with something that would have been easier to sell, but she still held onto it. As her fingers pushed against the gems found on the inside of the hood, she felt a strange compulsion to bring it closer to herself. It was barely acknowledged as she shifted in place, her back pressed more firmly against the wall, but she still lifted it up higher and ran her thumbs against the inside edge of the jewels.

Katyra curled her lip up in a slight smile, a soft laugh spilling from between her lips as she lifted the thing up and tilted her head down so that she was half dropping her head into the open end of the hood. She didn’t know why, she simply wanted to see what it felt like despite the fact that her head was not the right size or shape. The silk pushed over her hair easily, there wasn’t even a pinch from the buckles as her nose and lips easily pushed through the large gape in the hood that was meant for a beak instead of a flat human face. She let out a bit of a laugh, tossing her head back and shifting the buckles down against her chin as the world went black. It felt comically large on her head, but something inside of her almost purred approval as the buckles brushed beneath the rise of her chin and lower.

There was no warning, nothing, not even a glimpse of something happening wrong. In one moment she was sitting with the hood on her head and in the next the buckles suddenly snapped tight under her chin. The silk drew in painfully against the underside of her jaw, causing her to jerk back and reach up to try and peel it off, but it was already sealing shut. The edges of light that peeped from under the loose fabric edges disappeared as she let out a noise and curled her nails up and under the thing. It didn’t move, it barely shifted along the back of her head as she scrabbled along the buckles and suddenly felt the back squeezing down tightly. The world was black, there was nothing except the inside of the mask as she stood up and fumbled against the wall.

It was while her hands were outstretched that the first cramp rushed through her stomach and nearly drove her down to her knees. She called out, her lips parted wide, panting shallowly as her stomach turned uncomfortably and the next contraction pushed over her. Her back arched and her head began to throb in time with her heartbeat before she became aware of the fact that her lips were starting to stiffen up, her feeling of them being lost. She tried to touch along the edges of her cheek blindly, but even as she did so, she became aware that changes were being pushed over her body with brutal speed. Her lips were pushing out as they hardened, her tongue tapering down while she struggled to find her way free, twisting to one side, but the only thing that happened was a caress of her clothes slipping against her. They were starting to tighten, binding along her shoulders and back roughly as something flowed along the sides of her cheeks.

She couldn’t see anything, she had no idea what was happening to her body except by touch and the feel of things bulging and shifting. Her fingers grew heavier, her nails were growing and they scraped the ground roughly as she turned about with a ragged call. The sound started as human, short and sweet, and then spilled into a high pitched burst of animalistic noise. Her shirt tore along her back, she felt her bare breasts sliding into view, but they were only chilled by the air briefly. The change rippled along her as she pawed against herself, trying to find out what was happening. Her hands felt strange, thicker and the joints longer as she felt thick softness spreading and growing from her naked skin. When she tried to push it away, there was no escaping it, she was trapped with the feel of it sliding down the line of her stomach.

Her mouth pushed out far, her teeth disappearing into the hard material, it felt like a beak! She shook her head as the hood shifted around her, tightening and fitting better as she felt her joints popping along her hips and legs. She kicked at nothing, her pants ripping away and falling to the ground, but she didn’t feel bare skin. Something was covering her and she couldn’t even feel it as her arms changed shape and her shoulders gave another pop. She couldn’t get them to bend right! She parted her beak and panted in shallow fear as the thick covering rushed along her neck and thickened out along her chest. She tried to twist around, her feet even pawed up at herself, and paw was the real word for it.

Her toes were strangely positioned, her ankle was higher than it should have been as she rolled onto her stomach. She wanted to stand up, but the moment her feet touched the ground, her hands did as well, and they didn’t feel right. She stood soundly on all fours as she jerked backwards and let out another ragged sound, the cry turning into a screech as something grew right along either side of her spine. Heavy weight erupted and spread, resting down along the line of her sides as they drooped down and she splayed her legs to keep herself on all fours.

She couldn’t see anything! The terror rose as the changes continued and left her gasping and struggling to find a way to figure out what was happening to her. She could only feel the shifts to her body, new appendages she had never had were on her body. Her tip twitched and lashed as something struck against her, a length of what felt like a tail snapped wildly behind her as she let out a ragged noise and closed her beak. Her tongue was slender now, held firmly in the toothless bill that jutted far out in front of her. Was she a gryphon? She had stolen this from a gryphon, but she could also be a harpy or any number of monsters! She pawed and raked talons against her hooded head roughly, trying to rip it off, but it raked uselessly over the thick padded silk.

“My my….” A low rumbling voice erupted from her perpetual darkness and Katyra froze, her head jerking up high in the air to blindly look around. “I was wondering if you’d trigger the magic, thief.”

“Who’s there?” The words came out clipped and strange from her beak, but they were at least words she could get out.

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Chesseth stared down at the little creature beneath him with amusement, the black and gold gryphon perched high up on the wall to peer down at the rusty red hen hunched as close to the wall as she could get. His tail curled and flicked, the jig-saw like pattern on them shifting and rippling so the metallic gold continually flashed into view. He was still out of breath from his flight, chest rising and falling, but he was regaining it rapidly as he felt the perpetual tug of magic fade away now that he had found his quarry. The moment the magic had been activated he had felt it, a thrum that had brought him out of his nest and into the air before he had even really been awake. He had been waiting to catch the thief for over a week now, and oh what a catch he had found.

The hood was designed to ensnare a gryphon and hold them captive, but the magic was old and fae enough that it hadn’t been used in over a century. Old magic had a tendency to cause problems as it developed its own strange quirks and understandings of what it had been created to do. Mostly it was harmless, but he had had no desire to test that theory when he had taken the hood. He had charged it to himself, binding it closely just as he did every other magical artifact in his possession. It meant that the moment it was activated he would be summoned to it. An easy and neat way to make sure that no one stole anything of powerful without him being able to find them before they could figure out how to use whatever it was they had stolen. Of course, most of his magical treasures were things he knew intimately, the hood was something he hadn’t expected to be stolen, or to do what it had done.

The gryphon drake clicked his beak lightly to himself and watched the hooded hen jerk her head towards him wildly. She couldn’t see anything, and he could scent her fear as his eyes slide along her body with appreciation. The rust red coloration was tinged with bronze around the fringe of the feathers, the primaries flashed snowy white and banded with black as she stumbled backwards several steps. Her head was cast up to where he had last been, her beak parted in short shallow pants of fear as he slid his eyes along the soft furred haunches. The feathers spread out along the tail base, smaller feathers ran the inside of her legs and turned to a soft cream color that outlined the trim belly. Oh she was lovely, a vision, one that made him rumble and slide his gold and silver eyes shut slightly.

“I’m your victim, thief.” He answered softly, moving as silently as he could around her, sampling her scent with interest. “I see you have found my hood, do you find it to your liking, little hen?”

“Take it off, please.” She swung her head around this way and that, comically looking in all the wrong directions for him. “I’m sorry, you can have what’s in the bag if you wish.”

_God, how long has it been since I’ve seen another gryphon? Let alone a hen? _ He sampled the air as he came in closer, watching the length of her tail twitching and shifting with nervous energy.

The gryphon drake rumbled low in his throat, just enough to make her jump and swing around. One of her forepaws swiped out at him blindly, missing him by over a foot as he let out a rich laugh and stepped backwards. He had spent most of his life alone, guarding treasure. At first, it had been for hire, the creature in the heart of a labyrinth to dissuade and punish thieves, later it had been for the pleasure of the hunt, but as he grew older, the puzzle marked gryphon grew tired of games and riddles with humans. He had retreated into himself with hardly a regret, save for one. He tasted the air, sampling it with relish as the hen backed herself against a wall as far as she could, her movements clumsy and wild. Oh she was gorgeous, this hen, sweet and scenting the air with her season.

Just tasting it made his dark furred sheath stir beneath him, the swell of it starting to edge out as he looked over her trembling frightened form. No, he could have easily removed the hood and taken his treasure, but why should he? The human had broken into his lair and stolen things that were dear to him! She had ruthlessly taken whatever she wished, and she was stealing from here as well if the bag were anything to judge by. If he simply let her go she would return to her ways, she might even threaten his lair by leading other humans there. He ruffled his gold and black feathers, the metallic tips fluffing slightly as he looked down her haunches again and parted his beak in a slight smile. No, there was no reason in the world for him to let her leave here without paying the price. A price that would seal that human mouth forever against what had happened to her and where he dwelled.

“Take it off? Why should I take it off for treasure, little hen?” He thrummed low in his throat and gave a click of his beak. “I have enough treasure of my own and you still have to pay for what you did.”

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“What do you want?” Katyra was panting shallowly, her sides rising and falling with each panting breath as she heard the movement around her, the pad and click of talons on the ground.

The cave echoed, everything was bouncing off the walls so it was impossible to actually figure out what direction things were coming from. She could barely make out if he was near or far judging by the noises. She was helpless. Was she larger than he was? Smaller? Was he armed in any way? God, she wanted to laugh at that. What use did the gryphon have of armor if he had talons and a massive beak? He could kill her, she couldn’t strike out at him. She trembled slightly and set herself harder against the wall as she felt the air brush in front of her, the flutter of it running along her chest feathers before she struck out at nothing. Her claws sliced through the air and hit the ground as she swallowed a new spike of fear.

Everything felt strange. Her sense of smell came with the musk of something male and familiar on the air, but it was faint. Her ear was sharper, but still muffled from the hood, she could only strain to try and make out what he was doing and where he was. The gryphon she had robbed hadn’t been home when she had taken his hood, but she had seen him briefly. He had been dark colored, black and a yellow so dark it had almost looked like gold, but she had seen him on the wing. Her impression of him had been brief, weighing only if he would leave his lair long enough for her to get in and out. She cursed the fact she hadn’t paid more attention, her heart was pounding in her chest when a low purr vibrated around her, mocking her attempts to swipe her claws out at him.

“Want? Oh I can make you guess..” The voice rumbled out, and suddenly a paw slid right along her shoulder, talons raking down beneath the feathers to make her stumble to one side with a high pitched shriek.

“Don’t touch me!” Katyra snapped, swinging her head in the direction the paw had been. “Get away from me.”

“And leave you to starve in the caves? How will you get out blind, dear hen?” The male rumbled, his voice thick with amusement. “I have every intention of taking that hood from you.”

“Then stop teasing me.” She answered, swallowing. Her throat felt dry as the paw slid up against her chest again and she felt talons running under the feathering.

“Oh I will not tease you, girl.” The drake rumbled, his voice sounded like laughter as he did so. “In fact, I think that you are going to pay me back quite richly with your own body.”

“My body?” She froze, her muscles stiffening as claws dragged down the length of her chest and she tried to attack him again. Her strike hit nothing but air, and suddenly she felt a broad heavier form pushed up against her own, the weight pinning her against the wall.

“Oh yes, little thief. Tell me, how many eggs will you lay in exchange for what you stole from me?” The beak clacked her own, a mocking hit before she lunged at him, trying to drive him backwards. “Oh come now, do you think a blind hen can do anything?”

“I will have no eggs!” She snarled, her feathers rousing along the back of her neck as she threw her weight forward.

The drake laughed, the sound of it rippling as he jumped away and left her stumbling away from the wall unsteadily. She splayed all four legs and froze, trying to hear where he was at, her nares flushed as she swung her head around. Without being able to see she had no chance to get away. This place was a maze already, the idea that she could navigate it without her eyes was impossible, and the gryphon could fly! She swallowed her fear down and snarled, twisting around in an attempt to face him only to feel a nip right at the base of her tail. The hard edge of the beak pinched down roughly, making her jump up and snap her wings down in a fluttering bid to escape, but he only yanked her down harder. She was forced back to the ground, thrown against it when a paw hit her haunches and sent her skidding over the rough floor.

She hissed and swung her head up in the direction the strike had come from, but as she tried to get back up onto all fours the beak nipped roughly against the nape of her neck. He grabbed her and pulled, the rough yank throwing her weight to one side and keeping her off center as she kicked her hind legs out and rolled over onto her back. She tried to grab him, to throw him down where she could pin him enough to find some hold on him to make him release her. Her claws raked down a furred hide, but it was a brief hit when compared to the snarl and hit against her. A clawed avian foot shoved down against her throat, pinning her brutally as she rabbit kicked the air blindly. She didn’t hit his stomach or sides, she was kicking at air while the beak clacked against her own once again.

“Oh really?” The growl vibrated over her. “I think you will, little thief, I think I will stuff that ripe new egg chamber so full that you will be drooling cum for a week. Do you think you will escape having eggs then?”

“Let me up!” She wheezed and grabbed at his leg, trying to loosen the hold, but he only pushed down harder to cut her air off.

“I will… eventually..”

There was movement above her, a shifting of his body, but she didn’t know how he was moving or what he was trying to do. Her anger was rising up in her chest, rage bursting over the edges as she clattered her beak at the air. She was too slow and couldn’t even see to gauge the distance of her strikes as a furred hip brushed against her and the other avian fore paw shoved down against her chest. She jerked and struggled up, rolling to try and throw the weight off her, but he pressed over her with a mocking laugh, the weight of him heavy enough to keep her locked in place. The scent of male was on the air, a strange spicy musk that filled her lungs with each breath, appealing and frightening all at once as a feathered chest pushed against her own.

The furred haunches slid over her, the weight keeping her in place, she could strike now, but her attempts were hampered by the sudden snap of a beak near her neck. The sharp hooked bill raked through the length of her feathers, teasing over her as she pushed her forepaws up against his chest and gave a rough push to try and shove him off. He felt huge, his weight easily covered her and he still had some to spare. His laughter mocked her as the shift and roll settled the weight of a set of furred orbs right between her hind legs. The moment she felt them, she panicked, her entire body was flush with adrenaline as she ignored the grip of the beak on her neck and tried to roll over, throwing her shoulder against him.

“Spirited!” The beak released her as the drake laughed and pushed down harder, his growl low and vibrating over the line of her body. “Poor little thief, don’t you like it when someone is violating your personal space?”

Something was pushing out from the furred sheath, she felt it sliding against her as one of the large paws pulled away from her. She didn’t know here it was going, only that she could feel the intimate slide of something heavy and wet pushing along her stomach. The wet dribble trailed down along the length of her belly, running upwards in a disgusting trail of animalistic precum. She choked a little, her beak opening to try and snap at his neck, if she could just find a good hold on him she could force him to release her. She clacked at nothing, striking air with each lunge up and then she felt something between her haunches.

The thick avian toes curled up and pushed right along the line of her changed mound and rubbed upwards with a forceful stroke. The first touch startled a squeal from her, her head jerking high up in the air as she tried to pull her hind legs together. The gryphon’s haunches stopped her from hiding herself as she felt the pad of one toe working back and forth, mockingly dragging this way and that. She felt her cunny being rubbed, the lips caressed in a way that had her stomach roiling and tensing up in horror. Her hiss wasn’t close to human, but she let it out warningly as the finger trailed and brushed right up along the tip with a delicate stroke that caused a shudder to run through her body.

“Stop. Don’t!” She panted out, Katyra’s eyes opening wide in the hood, looking at darkness. She didn’t even have the distraction of sight to take away the feel of the toe rubbing her.

“Does it feel good, little hen?” The drake purred roughly, curling forward hard enough to make her hips hunch up and her tail snapped against the ground.

“No!” She responded and tried to grab his neck again, only to feel a blunt talon curling down along her pussy.

The moment the toe curled inwards she froze in shock and pleasure both as she felt swollen walls spreading lightly open around the tip. It wasn’t forceful or brutal, it was a light caress and curl that made her whimper and muscles clutch down around nothing. She snarled again, the sound breathy while the drake’s beak slid along her own mockingly, tracing and rubbing as he dipped his talon deeper into her body again. The light touch explored her contracting walls, just barely sinking into her passage as she felt a flush of heat running along her lower belly, spreading wider. And the gryphon’s cock began to thicken, pushing out further along her stomach and drooling thick wet droplets of precum down onto her body, marking her.

“Liar…” The gryphon hissed out and slowly drew his talon from her quivering estrus laden passage. “I think you know exactly what you need.”

The talon pulled all the way from her and his weight shifted along her body, the rush of feathers and fur danced over her in an intimate caress as she swallowed a noise. Just that touch had awakened her, a throbbing burn between her hind legs that flared deep into her stomach. She tried to ignore it, her head tilted up towards him before his tongue rasped over the curve of her beak. It was a mocking touch that came with his hips dipping down and the full weight of his emerging spire pushed against her lower stomach, letting her feel exactly what he thought of her. She jumped up, surging to try and fight her way free, but he was ready for her.

“PLEASE!” She shrieked out as his the drake’s body shoved her hard onto the ground and the cock slid messily along her stomach. “PLEASE STOP!”

The hot breath was against her neck, panting and ruffling up her newly made feathers, but what was terrifying was the feel of the paw that pinned her tail to one side as he pressed down chest to chest with her. She didn’t know how large he was, she only had a sense that he was bigger than she was as he handled her easily even when she swiped out at him. Her panic was choking her, making it impossible to think when he leaned down and grabbed the edge of her neck in a hard edged beak. The clench dug in hard enough to bruise and she blindly cast her head to one side, trying to see what he was doing, but all she could do was feel. And what she felt was terrifying in and of itself, the slide of the hard shaft against her stomach left a clear coating of precum against her and it drooled further down the line of her thighs as she kicked up against him. Her hind paws hit his sides, but when she felt them, she realized that she might have well have been kicking against a rock. He didn’t try to stop her or react to it.

She muffled her noises and closed her eyes, her body shuddering in place as the shaft dragged back and she felt the bare rubbery length slide right along her swollen wet folds. She jerked, her protests coming louder from behind the gripping hold on her beak, trying to get away. She couldn’t tell much, only that the gryphon was large, very large, and strangely shaped with a thick bulge at the base and the tip scraped against her roughly. She tried to twist her hips to one side, but he settled himself harder against her stomach and rolled his hips forward. The low growl echoed through the place, the sound of it making her tense up as he drew himself back and probed firmly right against her estrus swollen folds and roughly gave a few strokes forward, trying to find purchase against her. His grunts echoed in her ears, the sounds loud and terrifying before he shifted his weight and trailed his cock tip down, nudging right along the puffy narrow opening.

“NNNF!”” She gave her head a shake, squawking out wildly before the cock tip caught and pushed roughly against her newly made passage.

The moment he probed against her she was aware that he was bigger than he felt, the tip buckled in her outer lips and tried to pry them apart. The slow shove and push strained wider and wider as she choked out a terrified pant, shaking her head about, trying to pull away, but he only pushed down against her and used his chest and stomach to keep her in place. The rocks on the floor bit against her as she was slowly and steadily spread open, her narrow channel pried apart by the powerful length shoving against her. The taut ring soon slid up and over the tapered head, burning faintly as a hot trickle of precum spilled into her, running through her body while the creature let out a huff of satisfaction and adjusted himself.

She wasn’t given time to break herself free, or fight, or even gain her breath as her smaller body was forced to swallow around the heavy length that sank itself into her body. The inches being fed deeper, straining her wider, as precum trickled out in hot rivulets. The streams of it flushed into her passage and helped lubricate her, but it wasn’t enough to ease the sudden swell of his length driving through her body. The inches spread and were swallowed ever deeper, her kicking and struggles throwing his hold on her beak free so she could screech out in protest. She tried to strike out at him, but the moment she did, he drew his hips backwards with a low hiss and she went rigid with shock and pain both. Her scream echoed loudly as she found out the tip was lined with hundreds of scraping backward facing barbs to run through her.

Her passage burned as they caught against her, her muscles involuntarily clamped down tightly and suckled along the length, catching the barbs deeper while the drake snarled out in a hard throaty burst. His hips pumped again, a small jerk and grind before he began to drive himself into her with enough force that her pussy was forced to swallow inch after too large inch of avian cock. It was straining her open wide, nearly tearing through her as his haunches pushed down and his balls slapped lightly just along the line of her ass. The thick bulge at the base rested against her lewdly splayed vulva before the drake dragged backwards again.

The barbs flared out, the pain rippled through her as her walls contracted to help drive them home. The inches slipped from her body in a smooth drag, pulling them along the swollen passage as the breeding pole nearly yanked free, wetness spilling around him, before shoving back in again. Her choked cries turned into relief as the barbs were forced back smooth again, her birthing canal bulging with the heavy length as the knot pushed up against her outer folds. His beak opened up and closed against her neck, squeezing down roughly as he drove his base up against her folds and buckled them inwards briefly before there was a yank backwards.

The barbs ripped through her again, stroking and tracing along her passage as she was forced to feel them stimulating her new body. She had been with men in the past, but nothing like this, the stretching ache of being force fed the length was enough to making her screech out again. Her wetness was being forced out around the length as his cock tip drove deep inside of her needy body. She clutched around him, responding to the feel of the length working into her passage despite herself. She couldn’t stop it, parts of her reacted to the barbs that stroked her, dug into her with the withdraw, her stomach burning hotly as she blindly jerked her head backwards.

There was nothing to distract her from what was happening, all she could do was hear and feel the way the drake was driving into her. His rough growl vibrated through the beak that clutched around her neck as he drove himself home, squelching and starting to splay her cunny open wider around the base of his cock. It was trying to swallow around the bulb as she kicked out with one leg. She hit nothing but air in her attempt to break free, writhing and struggling only to feel the cock driving home again. The tip brutally pushed its way through her, pushing in deeper as she began to stretch around the largest point of the base. The burning ache was filling her as she swung and twisted, squirmed and kicked with her hind legs at nothing before the jerk back again.

The bristling barbs worked to stimulate parts of her that he wasn’t even touching. Katyra was growing more and more aware of her lower belly cramping and contracting, strange movements trying to force her into ovulating for the male. She was choking on his scent, the wet slurping noises as she was once again filled and the base began to drive its way home. His weight pinned her down harder, nearly pushing the breath from her lungs before she felt the knot splaying her body open. The force building, pressure making her squawk out before there was another shove against her haunches and her lips were forced to splay open wide.

His tip suddenly drove home as the bulge sank into her body, pushing past the taut ring of her cunny and sinking into the buttery softness of her passage. Her walls closed down, suckling tightly over the length as she gasped out and trembled. The tip tickled deep inside of her before the drake yanked his hips back, only his weight keeping her from being dragged backwards before the knot popped free. He didn’t stay outside of her for long, but drove back into her, his balls slapping under her tail as she was fed every last inch of the too large shaft. Her inner walls quivering and struggling to hold him inside of her as his hips roughly battered against her haunches.

She whimpered, the sound so foreign, but her body was throbbing with heat and need both pouring over her. She wanted it, some sick part of her body was savoring the feel of it sliding inside of her, stimulating and teasing. Her walls suckled and squeezed, the contractions working along the length tightly, drawing more and more into her body. She was shaking, the shudder running down the line of her back as she shrilled out again. The sound of pleasure burst free before she could stop it, an embarrassment that left her ears throbbing with the beating of her heart. She was growing wetter and hotter, the strands of precum mingling freely and being pushed around the base of the cock.

She heard his breathing, the ragged sounds coming out of his throat, but what she felt was the slow stretch and swell of the knot spreading her vulnerable birthing canal open wider. It burned and ached, made her twist and kick out with a shrill call as his cock tip tickled oh so deep inside of her fertile passage, the barbs flaring open to rake a spot just inside of her. The moment it teased there she shuddered, her hind legs drew in as a rush of pleasure that she couldn’t stop. She choked on it as the drake’s hips snapped forward and she intimately felt the balls starting to twitch and heave right above the base of her tail and along her rump. There was no stopping it. The drake released her neck and screamed out a sound of triumph above her, the noise echoing through the cave.

Katyra shuddered, keening out under her breath, as the first hot strand of cum burst free of the cock tip and poured into her body. The feel of it hit deep inside of her fertile belly, flushing in streamers to splatter against the opening of her egg chamber. She called out, the sound ragged under her breath, squirming and struggling to break free, but he kept her pinned in place. The hot pulses jetted out, flooding her deeper and deeper, hot and gooey feeling as they rushed into crevices deep inside of her that left her breathless. The balls twitched and heave, working in spasms to make sure that her body was well and truly bred. Already millions of sperm were rushing through her unprotected depths, surging towards her vulnerable egg chamber and the waiting ovum. She couldn’t do anything, she was trapped, the knot swollen so large inside of her that she would tear herself open if she tried to break free.

“Ohh rrrr…” The drake clacked his beak against her own. “Do you see how generous I am? I am giving you something instead of taking away. Mmm… that’s right, god, you want every drop don’t you?”

“No..” She whispered, her voice soft and horrified before a large avian paw curled up against her head.

The silk fabric peeled away slowly, stripped from her head with a rough tug that ruffled up her feathers as the dim light of the cave nearly blinded her. She jerked her head back, her pants rough and shallow as another stream of gooey cum erupted inside of her knotted passage. Her pussy was aching and squeezing down around him as she stared up at her attacker. The drake’s gold and black head was tilted down and watching her, one silver eye and one gold eye studied her closely as he parted a beak in a sly smile. She saw the tip of his tongue as she snarled, trying to sound fierce, enraged, but it was weak and breathless.

“Oh don’t worry, pretty hen.. I’ll take good care of you while you’re growing fat with my clutch.” He purred and rocked his haunches forward roughly. “And once you’ve paid me back with a fertile clutch of eggs, I’ll even let you go.”

“I don’t want this.” Katyra managed, staring down over the edge of a curved pale gold beak. Her beak.

“And I didn’t want a thief, but after today…” He paused and gave a jerk back, tugging at his knot just to make her screech out as the barbs flared against her swollen channel. “.. after today I might just invite them rob me so long as they’re willing to pay me back like this, my little brood hen.”

_Brood hen? _ Humiliation and anger chased each other as she glared up at him, feeling another slow ooze of his seed glutting her vulnerable egg chamber. The thief well and truly caught.