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Jamesy was excited to be at the diner, but not because of the food or service like most would be. Despite its humdrum 1950s look, "Jed's Dine-In" was a charming place with flush red seats and square-tiled floors, with jaunty rockabilly music being played on loop from an MP3 speaker. If one never looked outside the window, they could remain forever in an idyllic past.

But the real reason Jamesy was excited, was it was the first proper lunch date he would have with his new girlfriend Sofia, since they first moved in together. The grey griffon wore a Black Sabbath shirt, that made his purplish feathered fronds stand out. Sofia by comparison was both plain in her winter coat, yet stood out with her sharp blue eyes.

"Aren't you warm in that?" he asked, walking in. "You look like you're doing research in Alaska."

"The skin is stable," she stared at him, "is this good?"

"It is, I like it!" James nodded. "I just think it's funny that you always wear it."

"We likes the coat that is ours. The cotton strigilates the skin."

Her smile was strange and forced, like a housewife politely trapped in an anime convention. Her voice was soft and slightly raspy, but always flat and toneless, as fronds of brown hair parted over her piercing eyes. The diner was somewhat busy, other folks eating away, both behind and in front of them along the window stalls. The sun was out, and Sofia basked in the warm light that caused her to shiver happily, a radiant gleam casting across her fur.

"It's lovely today," James looked outside, "you want to go to the park after we eat?"

"Yes," she leaned against the window, "we likes when the sun is unhidden."

"You don't like when it's overcast?"

"Only when it not rains. Rain is good, cold, refreshes us."

"You want a drink, by the way? There's some water."

"No, thanks to you. We drink from you."

Her smile came back once more, that same unnatural grin as the griffon blushed at her deep stare. Then he felt something push against his crotch, causing him to spread his legs and stiffen up in his beak. Something else would also stiffen, as he felt the hooking of her toe on his zipper, and the gentle pull of its teeth.

The bird said nothing, too scared to make a noise as he pushed himself forwards to look casual as he could be, when he felt Sofia's paw press against his balls. He always went commando, partly for situations like this as he tried his hardest not to smile from her toes cupping them. Both enjoyed going barefoot, to savour the feel of the gritty dirt between their toes that soon stained over his furry plums.

James suppressed a giggle as he felt his rising stiffy, pursing his beak when the dog's expert toes wrapped round his member and started squeezing him tight. Sometimes she lifted her paws up, to rub the leathery pads against his glans and roll them like a thumb on a joystick. Harder she pressed with precision, as he felt the thicker grain of her paws softly rake his staff.

"Hooo. That...that's really nice."

"You enjoy this friction?" Sofia murmured with a flat voice. "A temptation to be observed?"

"M-mmhmm," he nodded fast, "don't, hoo, don't be too obvious."

"Unacceptable but safe actions...feel exciting to you?"

"Haah, yes...oooh!"

He licked his beak with increasing fervour feeling her toes flex and tighten to rub and knead his flesh, or her paw pads smoosh against the skin. They felt like fatty lumps of leather, scraping down the foreskin in such a way to make his body vibrate. He loved this forbidden excitement, and it only made him start to pre when a large bovine waitress came waltzing over.

"Howwwdy, you folks ready to order?"

"Yes, please!" Jamesy held up the menu. "I would...mmmmmm like two fish-a-delick burgers and some fries annnnnd oooh! Maybe a cola-pop?"

"Allllrighty, and you ma'am?"

"The same you have," she looked to James, "he is excited to feed."

"Aha, no problem," the waitress scribbled down notes, "just sit tight an' I'll be right back."

As she went to grab their food, Jamesy leaned forwards with a happy sigh as Sofia kept stroking him off. Sometimes people passed their table, causing him to freeze up instinctively, and make him start dribbling faster. A hungry smile grew over the husky's features as she picked up the pace, stroking faster in all the right spots.

He was amazed at how good she was with her feet, the soft fuzzy toes squeezing his staff and prodding at his sensitive points. He almost worried he would cum too soon, but she was patient enough to keep him edging, always pulling back a little if he throbbed too quickly. Every time she did, a soft whimper escaped Jamesy, and his balls hurt a little more.

"Heeere ya go," the waitress arrived six minutes later, "two fish-a-delicks, some fries and cola, happy eating!"

"Thank you, m-ma'am!"

The griffon blushed with an awkward grin, making the old madame think he was on his first date and politely not saying anything more. James started eating, trying to focus on his tasty salmon burger whilst Sofia kept pumping away. She also picked up a burger, but the moment she opened her mouth, it disappeared inside with one firm shove that filled up her cheeks, before a ravenous chomping mash could be heard.

"Hey-ey, careful!" he gasped. "Don't eat too fast, you might-...um, it's okay to savour it."

"Mmmglrk, mmmh," she swallowed her half-eaten burg with a bulging throat. "Protein is nourishing. Not our favourite more than you."

"Ahah, hah, thank you," the bird giggled bashfully, "you can have as much as you want, I'm always good to give you...p-protein."

"You help us live," she stretched her mouth a little too wide to eat another burger, "thanks to you."

She shoved it all in without chewing, two whole crunches before another deep swallow. The griffon tried not to stare at her bulging neck, her food disappearing before she picked up the glass of cola and tried to bite it. Jamesy shook his head fast to warn her, showing her what to do instead by taking a gentle sip from his own.

Sofia then followed, but instead took one long single drink without a single gulp. All the while she kept jerking him off, his tasty carrot now swollen ripe and ready to burst. Then he felt it, something odd and wet slowly wrap round his length, like a furry mouth.

Then he looked down, and saw her foot had split apart with a terrible cracking sound. From between her central toes, a jagged maw would soon form, her bones peeled back into toothy layers. A bloody spittle of ravenous hunger dripped from an awful tongue, formed from a dozen veins that twisted together like licorice.

Even after the sixth time she had done this, it was still the most disturbing and yet arousing sight the griffon had seen. A cute but severe husky with an odd stiff speech, combined with a surprising willingness to do anything, made James think that she was a real catch. Then there was that third date, when they made love for the first time, and she exposed far more teeth than any earthling should have.

But she was always gentle, never overstepping her boundaries as James became fearfully-excited at the thought of a monstrous girlfriend. One who was always at his side whenever he wished, this strange and fearsome entity who wore the body of Sofia Knudsen. There were plenty worse things to be than an alien parasite, he figured, and at least this one was incredibly polite. That, and she gave the most incredible blowjobs that drained him for days.

The tendril wrapped round his member, sliding it into her split-open foot-mouth, and sucked him off with a flexing gulp. It was then he tried to scarf down three fries at once to look casual, but the shock of Sofia's anatomy made him cough, a sputtering choke that tensed every nerve in his body. Eyes were drawn towards him, his fear rising and his sputtering pre turning thicker, much to the husky's shivering joy.

"Feed us," she muttered, "more."

"H-HHHRK, okay!" the bird slapped his chest with a cough.

"Is this wrong?" she stiffened up. "Are you infected?"

"F-fuh, khhh, stuck in throat, HHH!"

She pulled him close with one hand and kissed him deep. The bird was shocked as he heaved another cough, but he was more startled by her tongue slithering down his throat. Searching for something, his eyes rolled up in panic as her foot-mouth kept sucking him, whilst her tongue burrowed deep before wrapping round the offending french fry.

Sofia pulled back with a smooch, slipping the fry from his beak and quickly swallowing it. A sigh of relief came from James, even if he grimaced at what just happened and slowly pushed away the rest of his fries.

"Th-thanks...mmmmph."

"Do they poison you?" she looked to the fries. "It was trapped, you were injured."

"No, no no, they're fine to eat, just got-MMMPH, d-distracted."

"Your body was not prepared. Forgive us."

"It's fine, don't worry! Hah...don't stop, please."

She politely ate her fries to keep up appearances, being more careful to swallow one at a time. Jamesy did his best not to look down, despite how fascinating it was, and how wonderful it felt. Every tingle of the bony fangs raking against his sceptre, every thrumming of the veins that breathed around his glans, felt like fucking a priceless violin. Sinful, disgraceful, yet strangely empowering.

"Would you folks like some dessert?" asked the cow, returning to the table.

"OH, u-um, do we?" James asked his date.

"What other food is there?" Sofia turned her head slowly.

"Well it's on the back of the menu here," the waitress flipped it for her, "got some ice cream, some waffles, some greek yoghurt with honey-"

"Honnnnney." She suddenly licked her lips. "We likes the honey, please."

"Allrighty, so some greek yoghurt wi-"

"No. The honey."

"Uh...well, it comes with the yoghurt, ma'am."

"We, do NOT share honey with...them."

Her fingers tensed into the counter as she stared at the waitress, which caused her paw-mouth to bite down on the griffon's meat with a warning snarl. A primal fear activated in his brain, causing his balls to clench with a trembling vein in his neck, and quietly cum inside her foot.

Sofia then sighed in relief, getting "fed" with a pumping shudder, as her lower-mouth unclenched to swallow the whole cucumber and suck Jamesy dry. The bird raised his hand with a little wave and giggled helplessly:

"S-sorry, she uh...she's allergic to yoghurt, c-can we have waffles with honey instead?!"

"Oh, yes!" the waitress sighed, patting her chest. "Sorry ma'am, I'll get you some waffles, no problem."

As she flexed her paw-throat with a pumping motion, "swallowing" all of his seed, the griffon laid back with a deep sigh and clutched his face, almost starting to laugh in a release of tension.

"Are you injured, again?" she turned to him.

"No, no just, hooo...that felt good."

"You taste good," she kept her paw balls-deep, "we ask forgiveness, we grow defence against the other hives."

"Other hives?" he gasped as the suckling continued.

"The yoghurt. Milk. The milk that hardens and you eat flat between bread, what do you call this?"

"Uhm...ch-cheese?"

"Yes, the cheese." She pressed her hands together. "The other hives in them, they...disturb us."

"Ohhhhh...alright," the griffon cocked his head, "I don't...really understand."

"Time, please."

She closed her eyes and moved her mouth softly, her other mouth still sucking him off with fervour as he tried not to buck against it, a warming pain growing in his now-sensitive shaft, while a slight twinge grew between his tangerines. Sofia still hungered, and he tried to pass off his nervous motions as bopping to the music, which had changed to some wacky guitar solo.

"Yoghurt is produced with a culture of lactobacillus," her eyes opened again and her voice developed a tone, "other forms of lactobacilli are present in the fermentation of wine, beer, cider, chocolate, and unprocessed cheese."

"Ohhh, so it actually is an allergy?" James clenched his legs. "Wow, that sucks, good to know what to avoid."

"You may digest these," her voice returned to flat, "your body controls them. Ours cannot."

"But, what about, mmmph, haaah," his eyes swam a little when she sucked extra hard, "what about, before you came to...her?"

"We subjugate the original hive," her fingers spread across the table, "we hold this shape to disguise, not for convenience. The hive within Sofia surrendered, peacefully, there is no danger to us."

"Oh, o-okay that's, good! Hooo!"

Despite the riveting discussion, Jamesy felt himself getting close to another orgasm. To further help incite him, Sofia's paw-mouth had split even further open in such a way, that the paw pads would dangle like ripe plums from a bony branch, before slowly wrapping round the base of his shaft. The parasitic maw swallowed him deeper, almost hilting to the heel of her plantigrade foot.

Feeling those lovely leather pads grind on his sack and fondle his foreskin, he suppressed a tiny squawk as the mouth-paw grew to a terrible size, drooling over his crotch with a ghastly breath. Veins wrapped round his courgette, keeping it steady to pull inside the tarsal-jaws, whilst the paw pads rubbed harder as if trying to start a fire.

"Heeeere ya go," the waitress returned, "our best waffles with delicious honey."

"Th-tha, thank you!" the griffon beamed. "Sh-should we pay now?"

"Naw naw, you two eat up, I'll come back with the bill."

She rolled her eyes as she turned away, muttering something about how "he needs to learn about diazepam" before serving another customer. Sofia licked her lips, as with the barest restraint, she shoved three of the six waffles in her mouth with an unsightly noise. Jamesy shook his head frantic as customers looked in her direction, as she took one waffle out and more quietly swallowed.

"S-so," Jamesy tried to eat his plate, "is honey your f-favourite food?"

"One of them," she rolled a waffle up to swallow it like a duck would, "we likes the sugars this world has, they synthesise us."

"You know you can buy them in bottles, a-at the superma-MMMHH, hoo...h-ha, aaaah, nnnnnngh."

He came once again, her ruthless fellatio almost pulling his cum like a straw, as his plums tightened up with a hard tug from the force of her absorption. He swore he felt some kind of tendril teasing at the glans, trying to worm its way in to extract the sweetest of semen. A rumbling purr filled Sofia's lungs, or what she had left of them, a drunken look briefly crossing her face as she drank up his jizz.

"Thaaaaanks to you," she sighed happily, "we are nourished again, James of Corck. This honey will satisfy too."

"Haaah, okay, tha-tha-that was good," James sat up straight once again, "we can leave after I'm finished."

"Yes."

Her smile widened a little too much, a Cheshire-Cat grin that he now no longer feared. He ate up his waffles, savouring the juicy honeyed egg, as Sofia politely reforged her paw, and shoved his meat back into his pants with a firm kick that made him wince.

After leaving the diner, they went to the park to relax in the afternoon sun. Families were chasing each other with kites, a team of soccer players were kicking about the pitch, and rivals jogged around the paths. Trees were swaying in the gentle breeze, where a husky and griffon sat beneath the shade.

Or rather, James sat in the shade and Sofia in the sun, splayed out opposite of each other with only their feet touching each other. Their toes locked together, gently flexing in a peaceful solitude.

"You spoke of honey in bottles," she stared above, "where do we find it?"

"The supermarket," James pointed west, "we can get some if you want."

"Yes, thanks to you. We love the honey."

"I bet you do, because you're so sweet!"

A dead silence hung between them, his widening smile met only with a husky who laid still as the grave.

"Did...did I say something wrong?"

"No." She raised her head. "Did you expect something?"

"Oh, I was giving you a compliment."

"Give?" Sofia looked at her hands. "Where is this, compliment?"

"It's, it's not a thing I, um, oh god I'm sorry," he clutched his face, "it's a...an Earth thing, you say something nice, and if the other person likes it, they say 'thank you' and they feel nice, does that make sense?"

"....no." The husky stared like a dying fish. "Is this a noise contract, like forgiveness?"

"Mmmmyes!" the bird raised a finger. "It's like that, yes, so if someone says something nice about you, you should say thank you."

"Mmmm...thanks to you," she looked down their feet, "we will learn this, James of Corck."

She laid back as they flexed their toes, his leonine beans grasping her canid pads in a soft scraping rub. She was surprisingly gentle, massaging him with a grip-and-rub, vibrating her toes to give him a brief massage that made him melt. A shadow soon approached with a terrible shrill voice.

"OH, my GOD, is that you Sofia?!?!"

Both of them shot up to see a perky dachshund, her floppy ears studded with earrings and a sky-blue blouse wrapped round her body.

"Holy shit girl, you still alive?! They said your flight crashed, me and Maisie were talking about it, no one knew where you went!"

"Ohhh hey, sorry about that."

Sofia's voice switched to a Norwegian slant, drawling like a river in winter as her smile turned radiant.

"Was a real rough time, but I made it."

"When'd you get back?!" the new dog clutched her chest. "I haven't been in your flower shop cuz, well, I-i was scared to not see you back!"

"Naaah," the husky waved her hand, "it's okay."

"You gotta tell me all about it, did you like, were you on the flight?"

"No, flight got delayed."

"Holy shit girl you dodged a bullet." The dachshund noticed their feet entwined. "O-oh, sorry, is this guy a friend?"

"I'm James," the bird waved, "nice to meet you, are you Sofia's friend?"

"Yeah, I'm Milly, we went through college together! Not talked in a while though, I just see her now and again."

"She's great," the husky thumbed to her, "we should talk sometime, when you're free."

"Totally!" the two dogs bumped fists as easy as breathing. "I'll let youuuu be with your new squeeze, but you GOT to tell me all that's been going the past three months! Later girl!"

As Milly walked off with a giddy relief, Sofia's smile disappeared back to the same neutral expression, as she laid her head back down on the grass.

"How did you...what?" James squinted with a roving finger. "You just, talked like a completely different person!"

"The recent memories of Sofia," said the one within Sofia, "we can still access them, preserved in the electric, it allows us to repeat the words of a time nearer to death."

"But you can't do that all the time?"

"It exhausts us," her paws suddenly slackened, "we do not travel as fast as light, to construct and repair the memory, takes many time."

"Ohhh, I see," James nodded, "I hope Milly won't talk with you too long then, how long can you keep it up?"

"We will need bottles of honey. A pod's worth, perhaps three."

They walked to the supermarket after a brief nap, the grass tickling their feet as Sofia bounced always a little more sprightly when touching nature. Then she marched like a soldier on the pavement, stomped through the gravelly parking lot, and soon stopped in the long aisles beneath halogen beams.

"The air is...thick," she muttered.

"You've never been in the supermarket?" he asked, bringing a basket. "Honey's this way, unless you want anything else?"

"Many roam here," the husky turned slow in a circle, "the feeding grounds."

"Oh we don't eat here, we buy the food to take home."

"Ah. The money. To purchase honey."

"Heehee, hey that's pretty funny!" he rubbed her shoulder. "You're doing great."

"Thanks to you." She nuzzled his beak. "You will be rewarded at our root-base."

He knew what those words meant, a devious grin crossing his face as they walked through the mart and grabbed a few other things. Everywhere they went, Sofia experienced something briefly new which James found adorable. She rumbled at the sound of freezers full of ham; she memorised an entire magazine about train models; and she hissed like a viper when approaching the dairy products.

"Here it is," he found the honey near the BBQ range, "which one you want?"

"All of them," she replied.

"Well, you said three bottles, maybe take one of each?" The bird checked over the stock. "Buckwheat's not recommended for cooking...mmmm maybe wildflower's nice and easy, manuka's really pricey-OOH spanish blossom, we should try tha-"

" HRRRAHH!"

Sofia suddenly recoiled, as James grabbed her tight and saw her face had split open in a monstrous visage. A row of teeth rippled from the inside of her snout, and her eyes separated with two mouths on each as he quickly pulled her hood over her.

"What, what happened?!"

" F-fire...fire!"

He looked up to see the nearby BBQ section, where hot foods were being roasted and served. A roaring flame grew from the back kitchen, with every plume making Sofia's body fracture.

"Oh, shit, okay, okay it's fine, it's just in the kitchen, it's not spreading!"

" J-james...escape, we must escape!"

"Alright, come on let's go to the freezers."

She dug her fingers into him, almost too tight as he winced at her claws stretching out. He grabbed three bottles and quickly escorted her to the coldest place, covering her from view until her face sealed itself back together.

"For...forgive us." Her eyes closed their mouths. "Fire is...the death."

"Hey, it's okay," he rubbed her arm, "lots of folks are scared of fire, that's normal."

"But...your world controls it. How do you fear that which you control?"

"It's still scary if you don't use it responsibly. Anyway, let's go home."

"Yes...thanks to you."

This was the first time Sofia had hugged him, but also the first time James had ever seen her so afraid. The bird squeezed her tightly, before they went and paid for their groceries.

Back home in his apartment, James put away their foods in the kitchen, whilst Sofia went to the bedroom with a bottle of honey. She twisted it open and drank it down like beer, squeezing out every drop in a shudder of bliss.

"Who makes the honey?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Bees!" the bird called from the other room. "Little bugs make it and we harvest the honey!"

"You steal from another hive?"

"I don't think so, the bees are given a whole new life, a place to stay where they're protected, and in return we get their honey."

"Not as you and us," Sofia's tongue grew to slither inside the bottle, "yuu gith uth a root-bayth und protein, whuh do yuu get?"

"Someone to be with," he stepped through the door, "I like having you around, you're fun and weird, it's nice!"

"Our proximity is enough?" she slurped her tongue back out.

"Yeah, I like you!" He crawled onto the bed and slipped up beside her. "Should I still call you Sofia, by the way? Or do you have a real name you'd like?"

"Our pod cannot be designated by your language. We have determined the best method is through numeric, as Pod-867-08-932."

"Wow...makes sense, numbers are universal."

"We retain the designation 'Sofia'. This was her body, we respect her wilful consent to submit it to us."

"Mmmm, okay." The bird slipped an arm round her. "You want to do anything?"

"TV." She pointed at the screen opposite the bed. "Then, we shall reward you."

He turned on the TV as they curled up together, watching sitcom reruns with Sofia occasionally asking questions on the odd narratives people put themselves into. A few hours would pass as she fell asleep with her eyes open, a rather uncomfortable-looking face that looked strangely dead. She always slept facing away from James, a mutual little spoon, after the first few nights had left him perturbed at her expression.

After James had a light dinner and relaxed to a short movie, Sofia woke up with a strange sound in her stomach. A sound the griffon knew was time for her feast, as he spread his legs and put his hands behind his back.

"We would like to nourish," she purred, crawling over his leg, "are you ready?"

"Ohhhh yeah, I been ready all day, it's all yours."

"Thanks to you."

She put herself between his thighs and pressed her snout to his crotch. Her wet nose rubbed on the jeans, before she bit on the zipper and pulled it down to reveal his half-chub. Pulling it free with a gentle bite of the foreskin, she yanked it softly from its cloth cave before licking her lips.

Her tongue started to grow, stretching from her maw which in turn pulled itself apart in a flowering motion. The jaw split in half, her snout bisected in two to reveal her dreadful teeth, far too many for any creature to possess, a rippling field of white across her muscular linings.

Even with the amount of trust, James felt a primal fear in him from the sight of the entity. Her body hunched in a spider-like fashion, her limbs turning rigid as her mouth-parts shivered in glee. Her tongue dangled down towards the glans, stroking across the tip to feel the griffon tremble with anticipation.

"_We... HUNGER. _"

Her teeth stiffened up, pulsing erect with a savage growl as he watched them glint with terrible sharpness. Then she lunged for him, a panicked squawk came from his beak as he reeled back, watching her face clamp down on his cucumber. A hard, hungry clench suffocated his member, crushing tight with a hard, hungry suck.

But nothing pierced the flesh, only a suckling damp smothered his meat with a hungry squelch, as she opened her maw to reveal her teeth had turned wobbly. One of the split-jaw halves scraped along his member, sawing back and forth with a twitch of her cheek to show the fangs became rubbery.

"D-dammit!" James cackled in relief. "You did it again!"

"It excites you," she slurped across the glans, "we likes when you excite."

"Y-you, you can't just do that every time!"

"Yes we can."

The closest thing to a laugh came rippling from her throat, an oddly pleasant sound like leaves rustling beneath the water. Her jaws snapped shut again like a bear trap, the cracking of bone startling the bird despite the leathery grind of her softened teeth. Her palate turned as soft as a fleshlight, bobbing her throat with a greedy noise as the griffon rubbed her head.

With just one mouth, she did the most incredible things to him. Her fangs scraped like a belt sanding over his flesh, dragging the blunt tips to pull at his foreskin, or peel it fully back to expose the head when she deep-throated him.

Sometimes her tongue coiled round like a python, a suffocating squeeze just under the head to make him spurt with a squeak. Other times she teased him with a prod into the glans, worming inside a few inches like a bee sucking nectar. That's when she had an idea.

"A moment." She gave a long lick. "Please wait."

"Hah, a-alright."

Corck panted as she kept him on edge, stroking him with one hand whilst the other reached out behind her. Her fingers stretched out into the hall, growing with the terrible sound of stretching leather. Her vines of skin crept along the walls, as James tried not to look whilst Sofia pumped his staff. Her fingers scrabbled round the door jamb towards the kitchen, grasping something with her boneless tubes before retracting them back.

The griffon saw she had retrieved a bottle of honey, which she uncapped and then smothered all over his meat. The cold, gooey liquid dripped down to his sack, as Sofia waited until it was fully covered, before continuing her feast.

"S-SQUAK!" James bit his beak and clutched her head. "Ohhh! D-damn that's kinky, aaaah! OOOH!"

It was not as strange as the usual fare with the husky-parasite, but it was certainly odd. The viscous spread of honey was soon sucked clean off his member, a porous strip that pulled at his skin to make him tingle hard. Something about the honey made his meat twitch and spasm, like hundreds of tiny bites from the sizzling reaction of her tongue scraping it clean.

But the most disturbing and the most exciting feel, was when Sofia pulled back to open her head like a book. Stretching her neck a little longer, she spread out both sides of her face to sit on either side of his length, and started to lick him from both sides.

Two tongues would pleasure him with two thinner mouths, an eye on each side and a cross-section of her snout in meaty detail. Scarlet dripped down her neck, opened at the top to show her pulsing throat entrance, as the bird whimpered with thicker spurts straight into it.

"H-holy shit," he moaned with thumping chest, "ahhh, ohhh, S-sofia, god!"

" You enjoy this?" she spoke in stereo.

"I-i do, ohhh please don't stop."

One half slurped across the shaft, whilst the other went to his balls. The soft teeth came back to bite him, like tiny hands squeezing at his plums in a gummy mash of her jaws. She then added more honey, smearing across the meaty halberd and drizzling it down on her tongues, to make his sceptre sparkle like gold.

James couldn't stop himself, a sudden throb of heat alerting Sofia as she reformed her face in a cracking snap, swallowing the whole lance just before he came. She gulped down his semen like a dog in the desert, her head trembling in need as the griffon patted her. The pulsing subsided, his cum drained down into her belly, as she gave one last lick to suck up a few drops.

"Haaaah...mmmh...good girl...ohhh that felt great-"

"More." She crawled up on top of him. "We need more."

"Oh, okay, gimme a minute to-ha-aaah!"

A furry tentacle sprouted from her belly to unbuttone her pants, before she kicked off her jeans to reveal her smooth-furred legs and fluffy pussy. Then it started to breathe, the vaginal lips growing teeth that painfully burst from the vulva, resembling a sarlacc pit that she positioned above his spire.

Sliding herself down, the husky's dentata gripped on his member, and pulled him in as she sat on his lap. Jamesy started to wince at his sensitive meat getting another milking, his arms wrapped round her in a simpering hug whilst she laid flat on top of him.

"Mmmmph...ohhh, feel better?"

"Yes," she mumbled, "let us rest on you...feed us."

"S-sure."

He fucked her gently with a rolling of his hips, the odd sigh of pleasure escaping the entity when he thrust into the right spots. This was a challenge when her body was a hollow mass of parasitic vessels, but he managed to find one easy spot that he kept pounding away, as her body flumped against him with her winter coat rustling.

"You, hah, really not taking off your coat?"

"It strigilates us," she hissed, "strigilate...inside us, James."

James did not know when he came again, lost in the heat of her strange body as her pussy contorted in strange fashions. Her walls twisted against his member, growing more teeth for that extra serrated feel to give him a hint of danger.

Her passage would also undulate like a serpent, grinding his member in the strangest ways to squeeze his harpoon and make him cum faster. As her thighs plapped against his, he finally crowed with a spasming rattle, gushing a weaker spray of bird seed into her depths.

"Haaaah," she sighed, "thanks to you."

"Hah...n-no problem," he patted her back, "I think you're the only girl I know who'd like a guy shooting early."

"We would nourish sooner, but we know you enjoy the heat."

"Mmmm, thanks. You want to just sleep for a bit?"

"Yes." She gave him a kiss on the beak. "Stay inside us, please."

He nodded as they rolled onto their sides, his balls set flush against her pussy, and her teeth softly wrapped round them to keep him close. The quiet rumbling of a van rolled past the window, as the Thing in James' bed slept peacefully beside him.