FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ideas given:

1 A big male dragon is attending a rather prestigious event for the higher class when an ungentlemanly like urge begins coming along. Excusing himself from the polite company he's currently mingling with, the large male picks out a suitable gryphon servant girl and leads her away to a vacant hall. It won't due for a regal drake like himself to be sporting a pair of interrupting erections in the banquet hall so, bending the servant girl over, he proceeds to take care of his natural urges. The young lass so far beneath him in terms of stature, the thought to argue doesn't even occur to her as she's used as a cum receptacle.

2 Being one of the most powerful drakes on the world has its advantages, the big male wandering down the street in the middle of an important business call when he spots a beautiful dragoness waiting at a cross walk for her turn to go. Simply telling his companion he'll have to call him back, he ends the connection and stalks straight toward the 'important interruption'. Suddenly having a heavy weight upon her back with paws casually undressing her is quite a disturbing wakeup call but when she realizes who it is groping her, the poor girl can't seem to muster a comprehensible word much less a complaint. So there in the middle of a busy street, the dragoness finds a thick shaft being pressed deep under her tail. [from here looking for an interesting angle such as having her hind leg drawn up at a 55 degree angle or pressed against a nearby dinner window so others can plainly see whets happening to her] When all's said and done, the sated male slips out of the freshly fucked female, cleans himself up on her and continues on his daily routine with no further investment in the dragoness he just knocked up.

3 The male is the high priest for a clan of dragons/gryphon's. Seen as the physical conduit for their deity, it's his job to perform the ritual of rebirth, a coming of age ceremony that happens during a female's first heat. This involves allowing the high priest to examine their bare body in whole, seeking the approval of their God figure. Sometimes that examination ends up with the high priest exploring the depths of her virgin slit. Children born of such union are considered to have the blood of the God himself so he gets his pick of the litter. No female is exempt from this examination, not even the high priest's daughter...

Plot that I didn't follow:

Mk, so the idea, dragon and gryphon's, dragon is a male, male is a priest of a very high caliber with many chosen followers who are priests under him, a few chosen born that are well endowed through magic rituals and a few other things, high priest dragon has many concubines, and as such many children, one is especially shy and very pretty, a sparkling display of their gods colors and well endowed to boot, naturally too so all her features are exemplary soft and bouncy, her body reeks of fertility, and as she hits her first heat, she is so confused about it that she lets it sit and fester for a while becoming unnaturally horny and desirable, but at the same time she attempts to fight it as the indulgence of such isn't often spoken of by the children of the ones that indulge in such an action, her body radiates a strong pheromone imbalance, its wildly intoxicating, and the high priest loves it so very much, making her dance before him in a provocative manner, a dance that is learned when they are young, and practiced as they grow older, the dance requires the light stroking across their nethers every time they turn their belly, it is something that is done to entice the high priest but leaves the children feeling innocent as they learn it young and don't get the full emphasis of it, it is a provocative dance. His erection is readily displayed as he sits on the thrown of gods judgment, one that strangely looks somewhat phallus like, the dance continues, and the high priest gets up in the middle of the dance and does a counter dance, she under the instruction of not stopping till the dance is finished. In the process of the dance the male runs his shaft along the females slit, against her side and up under her chin, the dance ends with a "formal bow" the bow making the female prostate herself, stretching as far and wide forward as she can, her wings, on the ground, her hind side up into the air, tail covering her muzzle, stretched as far forward as it can be, at that point the male takes the female, inserting awfully erect, pulsing shaft into a quite hot dripping and flustered female that is shaking for need of being mated. Her depths are so hot that he loses a little of his cum and spurts inside of her, her body shivers as the heat subsides, only to flare up again in intensity, and make her cry out, her body, desires everything it can get, but her mind rages against it, knowing a little about this, she knows if the male continues she will be heavy with clutch. He bullies her around a bit, pushing her to the ground, which is reflective, turning her and maneuvering her around, her senses come to her and she pulls away, looking at him a little fearfully but needy as she body presses against a glass wall, her pussy lips pressed against the glass and grasping at it tightly trying to pull it in only to hear a sound from behind her, she turns around and now so close she can see the shadows on the other side of the glass, other priests watching the spectacle, he mounts her again and slams her into the double sided glass, smearing her face into her own cum spot on the glass, using her he pulses and cums inside of her, hard and heavily, orgasming into her body, he is a hefty load, he pushes her belly out with his spooge, her form grows heavy and her body falls from all the sensation, she lays there dazed, then another male comes behind her and mounts her, the high priest sits back and smiles down at her forcing her to accept it even as she struggles to get away and finally accepts her fate, the male priest is humping her nethers, the high priest is rubbing all over her chest, her body becomes messed in the slick pree, the other dragon cums swiftly, ( might be me might not, smiles) eventually the two males let her go, cleaning there shafts on her face, have her hauled off, and the next inspection begins, she is taken to the room of incubation , many females reside there, bedded down and pinned to the ground by ankles and feet, males on the majority of them, and a new stall opens up and immediately a line forms behind her. Floor glowing lightly to keep her unbearably horny, and desirable, after the night comes the high priest comes down, she pines to him, and he gives her a blank stare, no longer caring for her as she is no longer a virgin, he passes over her, almost a look of disgust on his muzzle, calling them defiled, he smiles to himself, and moves on.

Characters that I kinda kept like this:

Searascaun God of leisure and lurid temptation, it is a dragon that is made of gold, legend has it, his colors nearly change with the light, always beautiful, always desirable, the statue stands tall over the thrown dripping the cum of every male priest mixed in a giant hollow on his back, dripping from his cock, onto the statue, leaving streams of white along the great fem lips that the priest sit inside, made of stone, black as obsidian, the lust falls into the seat and cycles back up into the bowl falling from the ceiling through a hole like a giant stream almost as though it is a gift from there god himself.

Triegara High priest dragon, he wears nothing to mark his status, his scales are his status, nude always, and pleasantly so, peasants wear rags, rich wear cloths, priests only cover modesty with silk, but the high priest is the gods chosen and he is made to be holy and his image is pure, never to be covered. His scales are covered with a special oil that makes them reflect all colors, applied by his special servant, a red dragon green eyes and yellow belly scales, black horns and silver spines. The other dragon is a very unique color scheme, bathing in cum as is tradition, he is faded in color most of the time, but his true colors are green with black edges along his scales, reminiscent of dracasis, shaft is a heavy purple to blue. A very slick creature used to getting his way.

Maible -Gryphoness, this youth is barely wet behind the ears, just developing and genetically strange in her puberty cycle, it struck her early, and hard, nearly a few months and it was over, and she had been called a freak for developing so very swiftly, her underside is lined with many breasts that sit heavily in her body, having had to eat copious amounts to cope with the growth, her body became rather hot over a few days, her colors change from one animal to the next, the bird portion is more like a phoenix, red orange electric blue and yellow, her eyes are a sapphire blue, her backside resembles more of a peacock, green darker blue and purple even, her ail is large and expansive, long and feathered like a peacock, (like my own tail.) her body is very sexy, thin and agile, but padded in the most desirable ways. The tail goes from blue till it hits black, and it is down so very vibrantly, her feathers shimmer in the light. She practiced her dance religiously, and is hopelessly devoted to the cause of her god, as far as she knows it. She isn't lacking in intelligence but a little brainwashed in her thoughts. taught to follow this god without question, even if the gods purpose was never really fully explained to her.

Another half baked plot:

Mk, so the idea, dragon and gryphoness, dragon is a male, male is a priest of a very high caliber with many chosen followers who are priests under him, a few chosen born that are well endowed through magic rituals and a few other things, high priest dragon has many concubines, and as such many children, one is especially shy and very pretty, a sparkling display of their gods colors and well endowed to boot, naturally too so all her features are exemplary soft and bouncy

THE STORY:

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Rising suns over far off plains of the land of Selhora give light to the city of clans. A place where clans battled over favor of the master priest of the god Triegara. The god they worship didn't meddle often in their affairs as he didn't care for wars, hardships, or many other things that the dwellers of the clans were troubled with. So long as his priest was there and their worship was secured, he induced a greater need in the female population. The true nature of Triegara was drawn to females with a special affinity to the newly developing. With a somewhat perverted nature, Triegara had a tendency to enhance the heat of those that were pushing into the realm of becoming a true female. It didn't matter to him what tribe or what land they came from. He was eager to see the defilement of those lithe newly developing younglings, to aid them in the desire to populate his great following. His mind wasn't centered on females only- he took mind to the males as well. A soft endeavor here and there, a small prod towards a needy feminine petal, even a guide to a dark alley where a lone lass would soon be appearing far to desirable for her own good health. Rape is what it was called, but to Triegara, it was another show, it was another fond memory to put to use later on for the pleasure of his wiles and ways.

There are many stories to follow in this city but today we will follow a youthful gryphoness. Maible had a fair appearance that caught the eyes of males even from a very young age. Her raven black plumage gave a heavy blue tint every time she walked in the sun, almost looking like a patch of night in the noon day sun. She had the contours of fantasy, gifted to her by family and more than a little favor from Searauscan himself. She was, to put it bluntly, ignorant of the desires that radiated from the men around her, often mistaking musk for some strange cologne that all men seamed to put on a little too often. Her ignorance however short lived it will be, allowed her to be a kind and gentle spirit, often looking to help those in need. This day she was going to the market to find a toy that had caught her brothers attention.

The stall owner was one she knew well and preferred over others, a male naga, older than most but not by much. He often dabbled in crafting trinkets and toys for the youth, and embedding in them some sort of durable magic. He had been known to cause some trouble for a rude youth here and there, often selling them an item that seamed desirable, but turned out to be too much of a good thing. It was said that he was blessed of Searaucan as well, but he kept that a rumor to be guessed at.

As Maible approached the naga, she gave him a winning smile. "Good morning Nairen, I see your doing rather slow today."

"It iss no worry to me. The younglingss are away to learn and to play, but on their return they will ssee the bright colorss and the turning nobss and be at my merssy."

She giggled softly looking over the merchants wares, her eye catching on the item she wanted for her brother but soon skipping over it. As well off as she usually was at the market it was drilled into her to barter for the items she desired and not to let the merchant off with ridiculous prices.

The toy she had in mind was simple enough. Three coin sized balls of hard polished rock spheres strung along a thin but sturdy string, etched with small symbols for aesthetic appeal. The naga grinned at Maible. "Do not play coy with me, I know what you have come for lithe one."

She looked up at him giving a small smile, "And pray tell wise one, what is it I desire? "

"You may be here to buy a trinket for a friend, but you have felt something lately have you not?" His tongue slid over the air, flickering back and forth in a swift motion.

The gryphoness was a little puzzled by this statement, it was true, as of late, she had been feeling unusually warm at night, and sometimes in the day, but how could he know that?

"I'm not sure I understand what it is you are referring to. "

The naga gave a small smile, "You will know soon enough, but in the mean time, I will give you something that will help you bide the time until your day comes." He passed her a small token, a square of white stone etched with a single rune that was attached to a lanyard. "If you wear this, those things you feel every so often will disappear for a short while, but I warn you, and heed my words young Maible, only wear this when you need it. It is powerful magic; the more you wear it the more intense the feeling will be. So use it with caution."

She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, it was extremely rude to turn down a free gift from a merchant, even worse when the gift was given out of concern, she took the pendant and placed it in her money pouch with her coin. Looking down a little flustered she spotted the reason she came in the first place and her eyes lit up as she gave a small gasp, that's right, reaching into her coin purse she drew out a fair number of coins and purchased the toy for her brother. As she handed over the coins the naga grasped her hand and looked her in the eyes, "Be careful little one, only when you need it."

She nodded, letting the coins drop from her hand to his. She took a few steps back and turned. The naga watched her go, a small smile on his lips. He knew exactly how this was going to end. Though he gave her the tool to help prevent everything from becoming dangerous for her, he knew that the end would be the same one way or the other. After all, what force on earth could stop the ladies first heat. He chuckled and looked down her backside. Though he didn't see it, he knew exactly where the smell leaked from. His tongue drew out into the air to savor the flavor of her smell, a slight sweetness to the salty taste. Any bird that was going to get her would be a lucky one indeed.

The trip home was uneventful, a slow walk from the bazaar filled with little more than the ponderings of the pendent inside her pouch. It was strange how he had mentioned the small flustering sensation she was suffering from and it actually became more intense. It was almost like warmth had been placed inside her unmentionables, and suddenly decided to be noticed at that moment. The walk home fared better, the more she walked the less she felt that strange sensation and that was a blessing, she didn't know what to do about this feeling and was a little more than embarrassed to mention it to her mother.

Arriving home, she set the toy at her brothers side of the nest. It was a large bed full of down from their own shed feathers, large enough to fit the entire family of five and a few guests. Every once in a while they replaced the feather filling with cotton, but that was a rare occasion. As of late, Maible had been trying to avoid sleeping with her family. Her mother was out and about visiting friends, putting together something for someone because of some strange occasion or another. Maible didn't give much concern to the matter. Dad was out at work. He was a maintenance worker at the high temple of Searascaun, or rather the supervisor for all the maintenance workers. Very few had the same privileges as her father to see every room of that temple. As nice as that was, he was sworn to secrecy and being a gryphon of his word, he never revealed anything to his inquisitive children.

Maible wandered into her room, it wasn't there to sleep in, more of a place to go and be alone that was hers. She sat down and took out the pendent and inspected it as she turned it over in her claws. There was a small black etching on the ivory pendant one she couldn't quite place. It was smooth all around, even the corners were rounded. The lanyard was made of plain leather strips that looped about a knot in the back. Her curiosity was at its peak, the soft burning was returning as she sat there inspecting it. After determining that there was no special features to the pendent, she put it on. There was a cool sensation over her neck that spun down her body, traveling across her belly and centered on her feminine details. The warm sensation was washed away in a soothing flood of relief.

A soft groan escaped her lips as she heard her father come into the den. A heavy musk followed him as he headed straight to his room, in the corner of her eye she saw her father hobbling along on three legs, something bright flashed beneath her father's belly. Maible was rather concerned, her father was breathing heavily as he passed, she followed silently behind after a brief pause. Her father went into his room and kicked at the door but only managed to graze it lightly. His brown red feathers were standing on end as he made his way to his own soft pad, laying down on his back he hissed as he reached around the edge of his pillow and brought out... was that... Maible looked again.

Her father had a fleshlight in his paw, her eyes widened as he stroked up along his glistening exposed length. She blushed hotly and felt a twinge of heat rise in her body that was swiftly swallowed in another wash of coolness. His paw dripped with the clear liquid from his mess, he smeared it over the lips of the toy he had, then dipped his fingers inside. Maible breathed out softly, a blush marking her cheeks. Another hot flash pulsed through her form, focused around her nethers, but soon that was washed away as a cool tremor worked through her body. She watched silently as her father caressed the sleeve making it slick with his lust. Every time he breathed in his, member pulsed and a small stream of precum would drool over his mass. Soon the entirety of the toy glistened with his preseminal fluid.

He let out a soft slow sigh of pleasure as his shaft lined up with the nether lips of the female toy and slid over the heavy pulsing member. She watched with fascination as his hips pushed forward while the precum smeared tool slid down till he was hilted inside its giving walls. With a heavy moan, he started massaging the silicone toy around his member. Squeezing and flexing his grip over the toy till it was leaking from the top with only what she assumed was his natural lubricant. She watched on, fascinated in some viral manner with the lewd display of her father's lust - unable to turn away from the overly captivating show. Her father slowly began to pull it off then push it down, twisting it as he worked the tube of silicone over his embedded girth, he moaned out to the air. "Yesss" his talons shifted over the fleshlight getting a better grip as he began pulling and pushing with a little more vigor and the flesh light began making obnoxious sounds as it encompassed him again and again. She watched him pump harder, moving his paw faster, making the tube blur slightly as he worked it and thick lines of foaming pre seed spilled over his body onto the floor.

His cries were getting louder, moans, whines, and snarls of pleasure filled the room. Transfixed she watched as her father climbed higher into his bliss until the inevitable happened. He gave a loud squall as his orgasm shot through the flesh light, coating talons and silicone alike, staining the brown feathers with a thick cloudy white that dribbled over the sides of the toy. His chest heaving, he drew his claws up to his muzzle and began cleaning them off, thick strands of white clinging to his digits as his tongue lashed out to collect the hard won prize.

The musty smell reached Maible and to her surprise she found it a rather exotic heavy smell that seemed to call to her but in a distasteful way that only made it more appealing. She didn't answer that call, to engrossed in watching. Her father collected everything he could with his paws and tongue and when it became futile he ruffled his feathers to mix it in. the fleshlight took longer to clean, and to her surprise he wasn't just attacking it with his tongue. He was artfully lapping it. It was almost as though it was practice for some other time. Before her father had time to finish she hurried to her room, moving so as not to reveal her presence. She hid making the door way block immediate sight of her should he leave.

She heard her father's talons scuff the floor as he made his way to the entrance of the family cave. His mumbling was a little too low to hear but the tone that was used was a little more than pleased. She waited till she couldn't hear his footsteps before emerging from her room. There was a soft thrill of excitement that coursed through her body. It was intoxicating to spy on her father in such a lewd open act. She couldn't help but think of it. Her mind wandered over the idea as time strolled by, performing some chores just to keep her paws tending to something. By the time her family was ready to file in from their various activities, Maible had set up the table. It wasn't the ones like humans used, tall and circular, or even square. Tables were large crosses for taur people a section cut out for every member, they were made low to the ground so the taur people didn't have to stand the entire time, sturdy and collapsible. Setting up the table, was literally assembling the table for the family to sit at.

She was just finished putting the table on its legs when her mother came in, her satchel producing a delicious smell. They greeted each other as her brother walked in. a few seconds of getting situated and they were helping with the two interlocking crossover planks that made up the face of the table. After that it was a matter of setting it down on the pegs. With the table set upright, her mother unpacked the meal she had made with her friends and laid it out on the table. The meal set, they sat down and began to talk, waiting for father to return, it wasn't but a little time longer till he cane hustling into the door, his feathers a little damp and body smelling of faint fragrant soaps. "Sorry I'm late, there was some things that needed tending to. I'll tell you after dinner Reila" Maible's mother nodded and turned to the meal in front of them, gesturing for him to take his sectioned out corner beside her. There was a small prayer thanking the gods for the abundant blessings of productive livestock and a fruitful coupling that produced the offspring they had, and with a solemn word they closed the prayer and began to eat.

Dinner was a warm affair. Some conversation taking place here and there but never overly much lest there was speech of a new event or neighbor in the area. Garn, marble's father, took notice of her pendent, "Maible, what is that around your neck?"

"It's a gift given to me by the naga booth keeper in the bazaar, he was very nice to me today he-"

"Is that the one that sells that toy I wanted?!"

Maible gave a short nod to her younger brother and continued "He gave me this pendant and he said it would help me..." her voice trailed off as she caught her words, not sure how to go about the topic of her gentle burning loins without seeming childish. Instead she let the topic fall from her lips, hoping that no one would pick it up.

Her father looked at the pendant leaning over to get a better view, "Is that so. May I see the pendant?" Maible nodded her head vigorously and with swift hands let loose the leather loop from around the leather knot and taking the pendant from her neck she passed it to her father. As soon as the pendent left her feathered grasp a wave of heat overtook her body and she gave a sharp gasp, her feminine lips swelled with feeling. A heavy burning spread from the depths of her body, the heat flushed her cheeks and made it hard to think. This was a sensation she had never dealt with in such a strong manner before. "Hmm, this is a very unique symbol, I think I've seen it some..." Her father grew quiet as some smell beside the food drifted to his nostrils. His eyes looked from the pendant to his daughter and he saw the deeper red undertone that shaded the spaces between her feathered face. She was breathing hard and the scent wasn't unlike her mother's when she was in heat. His eyes grew rather serious for a moment, "Maybe you should put this back on."

Maible was pawing at the ground with the consuming sensation that ebbed through her body from that one small area between her legs, it was so strong. Never had it been this dire ever before. It felt like she needed something to touch her. Her eyes clouded over as her mind raced to the memory of her father with his sleeve. The soft beginning of a needy moan filling her throat as she felt something press against her neck. Instantly it was as though she was doused in a bath of cool water. It left her feeling empty and unsatisfied in some strange way; like she had been robbed of something so desirable, but she didn't know what it really was she was looking for. She blushed as the moan died in her lips. A heavy breath of air left her body. Her eyes focused again, only to see the length of her father's maleness right in front of her heavily engorged and throbbing over the table. His hands rested on her shoulders and he shook slightly. The tip of his shaft was dripping heavily, pooling over the table in clear musky precum. A shock of heat followed by an intense chill ran through her body.

Her mother stood up and gave him a small shove in the shoulder which knocked him out of his stupor. He stepped back, throbbing member brushing across the tables surface as he did leaving a sizeable pool in its wake. Taking his arm, Maible's mother escorted him to the back room. Calling back she said "Maible, take the rest of that food. After you two have had your fill, please take the rest to the soup kitchen of our district if you don't mind to much. I'd also like you both to head to the bath house and freshen up before bed. I need to tend to your father for a while, so take longer than usual. Thank you."

Maible stared at the spot her father had been, his raging erection still burned into her mind as though it were there in front of her eyes. She nodded her compliance well after her mother had gone to the back room and closed the door. The soft clicking of the latch echoed through the room as the stunned silence continued. "You smell weird and dad was crying from his penis. I don't want to take a bath. Can't we go to the bazaar instead! PLEASE!" She nodded soft compliance to the changed plans and blinked her eyes still rather lost as to what just happened.

They did as their mother said and with a slow walk Maible made her way out the cave entrance with her brother headed to the bazaar, the recent events clouding her judgment as small waves of cool ran through her body time and time again as they walked.

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Garn, are you okay? His ears flicked a little as he finally heard his wife speaking, his senses overwhelmed by an unimaginable need that pulsed through his entire being. His head turned to look at her, eyes hazed over in a deep lust. His breathing was labored as he struggled to keep his body from losing all pretense of reason and rut the first thing he saw mercilessly and without remorse.

Riela saw the plight of her husband. She felt the heat radiating from him as his body pulsed with an incessant desire, the musk from his throbbing mass filling the air as drops and trails of precum marked his path. The heavy scent of their daughter's sudden outburst of heat hung heavily to his feathers. The small pool where she had sat making sure the scent lingered for hours afterwards. Garn's lips quivered as he spoke, "Rie. I... I need.. it hurts... please, please help me." He was bearing down on her, his eyes giving a caring sad look, even as they were covered in lust so thick the pupils were dilated. The nostrils on his beak flared as he breathed, every draw of the air adding to his growing need.

She gave him a soft smile and pushed on his chest, "Lay down hun, I'll make sure you get through this with everything you desire, but you will have to be a good boy for me. Do you understand?" He gave a soft whine but nodded to her and shifted his body to be on his back.

"My love, it's been so unbearable since our daughter has gone into her heat, it's like I can't keep my head about me at work. Just today, I had to come home twice. Rie, this is getting out of ha-aaaahhh." He gave a soft shudder as her feathered wrist graced the engorged length of his shaft. His body dropped to the floor from being propped up to sliding down, his wings and arms spread as wide as his legs, a heavy bouncing throb that coursed through his shaft only pressing into the backs of her talons firmer as she trailed them up then down the body of his desire.

"Mmm, good boy. You want me to help you, to make you feel the soothing peace of release. We will deal with our daughter soon, but for now let yourself give in. Give in to the lust that she has created in you, but remember, disobey me and you will be punished." Her smile was more than enough to excite

Garn, he knew that she had a deep devious plan all thought out just waiting for the right time. "Yes my mistress." Her paw slid down his base and gave him a firm fondling squeeze to which he let out a rattling breath as a small stream of precum jettisoned into the air.

"Mmm, my pet is all worked up isn't he, hmm? He needs to be told what is right and what is wrong, doesn't he?"

He nodded both times, a slow movement as though moving with any speed would shatter the moment. Her gripping paw slid up over the tip with a steady pressure on the object in hand, "Mmm, gooood boooy," her voice was a deep low seductive whisper. Her body slid over his. Her feathers tickling his head as her paw soon left it and stroked up over his chest. "My pet isn't going to move, and the only sound he can make is a whimper no louder than a whisper, does it understand?" she tilted her head a little to the side. A small smile creeping up over her lips. She looked like a predator playing with her food, tempting it to make a wrong move just so she could punish it for the action.

He opened his beak in dismay, heavy panting coming from his lips. The drooling shaft was having trouble keeping its place as the hips that controlled it couldn't stop twitching upwards. He licked his lips and to her great satisfaction gave the softest pleading whine she had ever heard from him. Her eyes narrowed like a cat, so deep was her pleasure in controlling him that her feminine lips began to moisten. She gave out a soft moan of satisfaction at his response, "Mmmm, gooood booy." She brought down her muzzle and nipped at his neck, biting softly at the feathers and giving them a sharp tug. Not enough to pull them out, but enough to make it painful for him. She could feel his reaction. His shaft pressed against her lower belly harder and harder, a sharp finger against her smooth downy feather underside. The tip was almost trying to pierce her as his body trembled with the effort to stay still, to fight the natural urges to hump into her and to fill her. She loved making him suffer and he loved feeling her power filled commands enshroud him.

She decided to take it a take further. Lowering her body, she rested atop of him, letting the soft feathers stroke his oh so sensitive need. His shaft pressed against her with a strength of desperation. His micro humps becoming harder for him to resist as he slowly lost his ability to control his actions. His breathing came harder as her beak slid over his neck and held him, cradling his neck, letting him know he was at her mercy. Oh the power she felt coursing through her; the very life of her mate in her jaws to do with as she pleased - to end right now in his ecstasy if she so wished. It was euphoric, it was enthralling, it was orgasmic bliss, her body shuddered as a miniature orgasm strolled through her form. Her scent started seeping into the air in a heavy cloud. Her feminine juices were leaking from her labia to dribble over top his sheath and run down his scrotum, it was desire incarnate.

His whines came to her ears, soft low needy, pleading, begging her to take him in, to engulf him, to end his torture, but she didn't want to. She needed to have her fun, to show him that even in his most dire of desires, she was first. She bit down on his neck hard, pressing in and piercing through the feathers to dig into the flesh. To her surprise and his great credit, he let out only one high pitched, though rather loud whine, not nearly half a second long. It was just enough for her to justify what she wanted to do and she relished the fact that he had given in so easily.

Her tail rose up over her head, bending down over the male and brushed over his muzzle softly. He shivered before knew he had made that mistake. Once he had, he knew what was coming and was going to have to endure her devilish tail. She smiled and after a brief moment of added pressure on his neck with a firm shake to ensure her dominance she lifted her head letting the tip of her beak mark a trail through the feathers. Her smile was one of the smug predator. His face was one of disbelief. Slowly she stood up over his body and her tail snakes between them, her feathers stroking over the erection with fervor. His body went rigid, the only thing he knew was the soft caress of the feathers against his length. It was a mixed feeling that translated to being tickled in some odd manor, one that he had trouble resisting. He bit his tongue, trying to focus, his breath stuck in his throat. Not daring to breath, not daring to move, trying his hardest to be perfectly still. Up and down the feathers traveled stroking the entire form, brushing over the sensitive tip in rapid succession. His body quivered as he found his breath running short. It was the worst torture she could put him through, no sound no movement. She was tickling his most sensitive part; her tail moved down, over the knot that had begun to form between their bodies. His mouth opened. She knew that if she wanted to break him all she had to do was assault that knot with unyielding flicks of her feathers, but she wanted to give him some relief. After all what fun is breaking your pet every time you play with him. She smiled and with one last long draw over the entire appendage let her tail rise up over her back and descend to his muzzle, "Clean it off pet." She smiled as she watched him. His breath had caught in his throat and he had barely stiffled a cough as she pulled her torture tool away from him. His breath came in one big low gasp and it made her smile. Her wetness was rivaling his as she finally decided it was best to aid her poor pet tonight, his muzzle carefully taking the feathers and preening them with his tongue as his eyes begged her for release. Her paw came up and stroked his muzzle," You've been such a good boy tonight, is my pet whore ready to be given what it wants?" his beak quivered as his whine was matched by his pleading eyes. "Show me that you want it." His time with her told him exactly what she wanted and how she liked him to respond. He quivered his lips all the more and let out a loud whine that turned into the bark of a dog, almost like he was trying to speak but without the ability to do so. She smiled and caressed his cheek, "Again" his body shivered as her belly slid up over his her nether lips stroking overtop his shaft, pressing down on his pole effortlessly, her lips as wet as his shaft, puffy and swollen, drizzling constantly her lust which she controlled so very well. His voice broke as he let out another bark with a moaning growl that escalated to a whine then a lowering moaning deep whine. Her treasure kissed his length, over the knot, up its length and trailed over the tip, it was still pressed against his belly. She looked into his eyes and gave a kinder smile, "Good boy", a gentle caress of his cheek with a feathered paw and she let off his shaft to stand tall, leading it with her sleeve. It took all of one second to stand tall but the pleasure he felt course through him seamed to last for several after it. With a single nod she slowly worked her way down his spire, he let out a long slow whine and she gave a soft giggle. Bringing her muzzle down to his she gave a soft kiss and whispered to him, "Speak plainly dearest."

He gave a true moan, it shuddered and caught even as it escaped his lips, "My mistress, you know me so very well. How I wish to please you. How I want to be everything you desire. Your touch sends thrills that none other can, I-"

Her finger touched his lips, "New rule love, sounds only." She dropped her body the second half down his length, letting her lips stop at the parting of his bulge. His gasp was nearly a cry of pain. The pleasure was so intense that he felt the pull of his scrotum against his flesh. There was a pleasurable burn from the fire of his spooge as it ran its path into his girth and flung itself into her tunnel, a hefty load even after cumming twice in that day. The pulsing shaft twitched within his mistresses confines and there it slowly sunk out of her, coming back down into its home only part way. She smiled as he seeded her, looking into his eyes and said, "That's not enough dear one, I demand another helping." She sat on his crotch forcing it back inside her body and began grinding her hips and clenching her inner muscles to make it ripple, pulling the length back out of her own accord and swallowing it to the forming knots beginning. " You didn't think I'd let you get off so easy now did you? After I played with you so much and you got me so worked up? No I let you sate your most fierce desire so now you can slay mine." She rose again pulling his shaft straight with her tight muscles. He cringed as the semi soft mass of sensitivity endured her assault and not without much pleasure. His shaft responded swiftly, filling out once more inside her gripping confines, pushing deeper, coating with his liberal mess as some dribbled down the shaft pushed around by her innermost walls. Soon the pain abated but a special soreness underplayed the pleasure he felt. She growled as he grew inside of her. She loved the sensation of being filled from within the cum that made its hot presence known. The sultry wet sounds that echoed around the room as they coupled, the sensation of the building pleasure slowly rising within her body. "Move for me my pet, don't let your mistress tire herself out." He swiftly began to buck his hips into her nethers, driving the turgid mass into her body on his own accord. A soft trill lilting through his beak. Her body shuddered in the act and ,for a short time, she let the tapered shaft extend her love tunnel, pushing in and pulling out, letting the sensation of her lovers shaft flow through her body before she looked down at him again. She put a paw on his chest, she pushed against him and lifted her body from his, he cried out a loud sound of intense dismay as his shaft spurted a small arch of precum in the cool air. It landed on the floor making hardly a sound as it pooled together and left a long thick strand leading to his sphincter. She shivered at the sight, it reminded her of how much she loved to take her husband with a dual strap on. Clacking her beak she turned away and leaned forward presenting her posterior for him to see, and like a lazy cat she gave him a sultry evil stare. "Pet, you will violate me in every way, you will take me and you will ravish me until I lay on the floor panting so hard I cannot speak." Her tail came down like a whip and cracked the air, moving a great amount of wind, "NOW PET!"

Garn rolled over and pounced on his wife, immediately stabbing at her slit. Twice his jabs were blocked by feather and flesh and on the third poor aimed thrust, his shaft bent back slightly before sliding to the side and into her tunnel. His claws constricted around her shoulders, pulling her back even as her tail arched to the side to be out of the way. His mindless need finally coming to the fore front as he was given his lasting desire - to rut her like a wild feral beast run rampant in a room of fertile females. His shaft pumped into her body with all the desperation spurred on by retaliation against his mistress, pounding her till she was sore. She cried out in ecstasy, the teasing and taunting had worked her up so very nicely. She was so tense with pent up urges. The shaft in her slit made her moan so very lewdly that the cave echoed its own lust in reply, sending her verbal pleasure back to receive and build upon. He was rapidly coming to his end, feeling the pulsing of his knot beginning to take its place as he thrust repeatedly with abandon. The fire was building so swiftly inside of him. It was overtaking the forming of his sealing bulge. The pleasure was too much. The sensation overcoming him as his scrotum lifted to his belly and his load came spilling out his tip again, spilling over his shaft and out to the pillow beneath them. She hissed as the warmth flooded into her and pressed back against him swallowing his late to develop knot and letting it swell inside of her there. HHHHhhis knot grew to its fullness inside of her , locking them in place and holding him hostage to her continual demands. She continued to push back into him, using the filling knot for her own pleasure. Her body gripped it at his thickness, pulling it in deeper and squeezing it tight, making it rub her insides. Her body was tense from the stretching of her walls, but oh so intoxicated with the thrill that berated over her nerves every second. She clamped down on the knot as her orgasm came in one powerful wave. Her cries sounded as though she were being stabbed. The pain of pleasure making her tight and vulnerable.

He wanted to get his payback and he knew how. He started pulling and pushing as far as his knot would allow. The sensation was painful to him, but he knew what it would do to her. Like dry ice the white hot pleasure of pain was too much for her to stay her body. She bucked uncontrollably, her voice catching in her throat. Her body spasmed under the outrageously sensitivity that she was cursed with during orgasm. He smiled through the pain. "Bad girls get punished," his fore claw came up and she cried out, "NO!" He didn't respond but to take his digit and flick over her clit, taping it once lightly. She screamed out making the dust from the ceiling fall and coat them lightly. Her body collapsed beneath his. Juices forced their way out from his sealing knot, squirting past to dig into his fur and soak the flesh. He didn't let her rump fall. Instead he brought his finger down again and flicked once more. Her body shivered violently. Her gasp caught in her throat and he laughed a low smug sound of victory, "My marathon girl is all out of juice, isn't she."

She whined beneath him, "Please, no more, I- I- I can't take it."

"But you must." His digit struck that nub again and she shuddered heavily, sweat forming and matting down her muzzle."After all, I'm here to slay your desires and they are not slain yet." He chuckled again as he tortured her sensitive being until she had passed out. His knot still embedded within her, he rolled her over grunting in extreme soreness, and lay atop her slightly rotund belly. In all he had cum three more times in his dominating her. And it showed so very deliciously in her belly, there was no doubt, they would have twins after this. Garn closed his eyes and rested his head on her chest, a small thought of where his children were and if they had come home to hear their mothers wails before he too passed out from exhaustion.

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Maible let her brother lead them down to the bazaar, the sun was beginning to dip down between the tallest buildings. Her body was becoming warm even though the pendant sent little waves of coolness through her. She couldn't get the image of her father's shaft so close to her out of her mind. She had been so tempted to just reach out and touch it, to taste the sticky substance that leaked from its tip. She wondered what it felt like between her fingers and how it tasted to her tongue. She shuddered softly at the thought as a heavy flash of warmth immediately followed by another cool wave traveled from head to toes. She let out a soft pant and licked her lips.

Before she knew it they were in the bazaar and her brother yelled his excitement to be at the old naga's shop and immediately he jumped up to look at the toys he had there. Several new top styles - more durable and mingled with magic to spin longer and up walls. Wands with glowing tips that changed colors according to mood. Some little traps for pranksters designed more to startle than to hurt and many other things lay strewn across the table. Nairen was looking through his bag as the youth rested his forepaws and with bright eyes examined all the wares on display with oohs and awes as one thing then another caught his eye.

"Sssee something you like there now do... well lookie here", Nairem turned from his bag to look at Maible, and gave a soft quirk of his eye. "Wasss it unsatisfactory?"

Maible shook her head, "No, I don't think it's been seen yet. "

Nairem allowed his eyes to lower to half a gaze as he looked over her and found the necklace about her. "How iss the charm working little one? "

"I'm not sure, I keep getting hot but then every time I do, I get a cold spell."

Nairem narrowed his eyes, "And how often has that been happening?"

"I don't know, at least three times since we left our cave."

Nairem gave a thoughtful look and then nodded his head, "I'm glad it worksss, though I think you will be needing more than my little magicsss to help you sssoon. Hmm, sspeaking of sssuch help, here comes the priestsss. I imagine they would be able to offer you some assistance with their sskillss." Nairem waved over to a small grouping of scantily clad furs.

Their positions as priests were marked on their loincloths, strange marks that grew more elaborate the longer the priest had served. Some of these were far to intricate to follow at a shallow glance and looking any longer than that would almost certainly be mistaken as another sign entirely.

Nairem greeted them with an eager smile and for a short time he proposed some of his wares to them. After a few chosen trinkets were sold he turned their attention to the Maible who had taken a few steps back in respect. Her brother sat looking at the priests in awe.

"Good beasts, this here lass has a hard problem about her. She is in dire need and I have done what I can to aid her, but I feel that there is something greater that you could do that I may not. "

They turned to look at her and after a quick study of her form, walking around her, they nodded their heads and consulted one with another. A brief moment passed and they arose from their small circle, all looking rather fiendishly pleased.

"We feel this may be a task for the high priest himself. For you see, you have done an excellent job with this young ones pendent, but we know there is deeper... magic... that needs to be used. A magic that penetrates and warms the core. And for that there is none better than the high priest himself. Young child, if you will be so kind as to follow us. Luthe will take your brother home, and we will guide you to the high chambers of the holy one."

Maible was a little flustered, she couldn't help but notice how there loincloths were pushed forward, some bouncing a little, even small spots of darkness spreading over them as she watched. "I-I don't k-know... mom and dad want us back soon."

"Do not worry about your parents, you are in good hands and they will be fine with this, we will be sure of it."

One of the priests turned to Nairem and handed him a bag of gold that made his paw drop with the weight, "For your troubles good sir, and for helping us to please the holy one and his servants. We are grateful for your... compliance to his will."

Nairem gave a warm smile, "If I may, I would attend the ceremony. That I may see this one's healing and learn for myself."

The priest gave a soft chuckle, "Fair enough, close shop and make haste the high priest will not wait for you."

Nairem gave a light bow, "Many thanks", and turned to pack his wares.

Maible was led through the streets surrounded by the priests, all whispering excitedly. Most of their loin cloths had slipped aside to show their shapely lengths, some glistening with excess precum, others pounding with the soft gloss of smooth flesh. All of them standing tall and proud eagerly awaiting their pleasure. The horse beside her made her blush as he walked, his shaft swung out past his hips, leaving a spray of precum in its wake. Some, she could see landed on her fore feet. They made their way through the housing in a silent procession that left the stench of male musk in its wake, almost like a silent call to everyone they passed, and still they moved on. The silent patter of their feet mingled with the light spattering of precum upon the stone streets.

Soon they came to a set of tall fine wooden doors inlaid with silver markings, some males taking small polishing pads to make them sparkle in the fading light. They groaned inward as they were opened to the group. A warm display of color greeted their eyes. A golden carpet that shined like wheat lay sprawled before them. Stained glass windows that depicted the rising and setting of the sun on both the appropriate sides of the building shone proudly. A stone mosaic of the rising sun covered in the light blues of the sky, some smaller clouds speckled through the expansive wall as it stood like an imposing figure before them. All along the hall there were basins. Water at the front, clear all the way to the bottom, in the middle along the walls underneath the rising and setting suns there were basins. This liquid seamed to shimmer with a light pearly iridescence, and seamed to leave traces of where it had once been with a high gloss. As they passed them, they gave a strangely familiar smell, like the musk that she had been escorted in with, but so much more of it. Then her eyes fell on the last basin, a black onyx stone half dome, turned to reveal the contents to those that were on their way up to the next level. It was pearly white, cloudy and seamed to move slowly, as though someone had tried to disturb it long ago and it was just now deciding to move. One of the priests snickered softly, "Don't worry hun, you'll get a good load of that for yourself come soon enough."

Maible only blushed hotly as she realized what it was, her fingers touched the onyx bowl as she passed it, it was warm to her touch. One of the priests in front of her turned around, dipping a finger in the lewd mixture and trailed it up over her beak, "Mmm that's a good girl. You'll get your fair share soon enough, but in the mean time, it doesn't hurt to get acquainted with the stuff now does it?"

She turned her head an looked down, there were no more cool chills that frequented her body, she felt that uncomfortable heat beginning to stir slowly in her body, making her shift her position. She felt another rain of warmth across her face, and started a bit as she looked up to see another paw filed with the visceral liquid dripping it over her muzzle letting it slide down her head and going as far as to coat her neck with it. She blushed hotly and looked down

"Enough. Take her to go get washed, and make sure she is clean for the high one. He doesn't like it when you low ones rattle a lass before she gets to him."

The group of priests parted from her and bowed in respect, "Yes elder. Which bath should we use for this one?"

"She is a virgin, is she not? Use your head, you know you use the waterfall for the virgin, it makes things easier for them and for him. Now off with you all, and if I see you harassing her again, ill have your backside for my tools."

There was a small murmer between them and one raised his paw, "Sir? Is there a way I can be good to her, and still... get that benefit?"

"Swado, if you came to my room any more than you did, people would think we were in a relationship, now get going."

The fox lowered his ears as the elder dragon moved by. Though there was a friendly touch on his shoulder and a wink given to the little fox which set his tail to moving furiously and a heafty stream of thick precum to dribble from his tip.

"Come on little girl, we need you to go get prepared for the master and there are a few things you will need to do to get there."

They led her up the stairs, the fox leading the front with a happy bounce in his step. The pathway was relatively straight with a few turns and twists in it, many rooms shooting off to the side. They led her to the very back where it widened into a larger room, a continually flowing fall of iridescent liquid that was colored a light rose pink. "You will bathe in this waterfall and clean yourself here, under our supervision. Feel free to drink some of the water as well, it has relaxing properties in it if you're scared." A small chuckle went through the group.

The smell of the room was of the sweet smell of a fruit medley but not in an overbearing manner, in a soft subtle way it made the mind seam to sink into the pleasure of the smell. She held out her paw and let it cut through the falling water. It clung around her finger and dripped off the back of it, making it look as though her digit didn't even disturb the flow if the wall. Even as she looked she noticed it barely made a splash at the bottom. It seemed to cling to itself more than it did their finger, but when she drew it back. A sticky line followed her paw, connected to the wall till it broke as it fell. Her pea began to tingle in a slow warmth that was pleasant. She dipped her foot in the pool beneath her, it was warm to the touch. She enjoyed the sensation of the soothing heat seeping into her leg, so she stepped in fully and made her way to the fall. She stepped beneath it and letting the warmth overtake her, cling to her and seep through her feathers as it drooled over her. The sensation was a small feeling of spreading comfort likened to the embrace of one you loved, and it sent thrills through her spine. This was much better than any bath she had ever had the pleasure of taking. She washed her muzzle of the stringy goo the priests had drizzled about her. She was a bit surprised that as it was washed off her fingers. Smaller sticky clumps of what looked to be almost snot stuck to her fingers. It was harder to get off but with some effort she did and after a time she just sat there, clean, but letting the soothing feeling sink over her body. She fell to feeling her body under the water, the soft feathers seemed slick and smooth beneath the pouring pink rose water, and she enjoyed it. Her paws stroked over her belly and down against her thighs, a warmth flushing through her body. The image of her father in the room with his toy taking it like it was his souls desire. How she wanted to be there again, to be closer, to feel it, to rub her face over it and to taste it.

Her muzzle lifted up as her digit crossed over her nether lips. A light surge of something nice seemed to radiate through her body as her fingers graced those soft lips, they seemed to be larger than they had before, swollen slightly. She pressed firmly against them as another soft surge of that strange sensation ran through her again. Her fingers trailed to the side a little, giving the soft flesh a light tug, and then a new sensation as the rose water seeped into her body. It was a warmth that begged for something, as though there was something that she should know but didn't. Her fingers pulled it open wider letting the air flow out in light tickling bubbles as her insides filled with the liquid warmth. she gave a soft shudder at the feeling as it seeped deeper and deeper. Her fingers hooked a little further in to open it more and there she stopped her mouth let open as a small pant left her lips. Almost immediately her muzzle was invaded with the rose fluid, the taste was a salty sweet savory flavor, a slight bitterness to it but in such an appealing way, she let her muzzle fill with it. Slowly swirling her tongue in the mess tasting it tame and time again as she filled her belly with the flavorful delight. Her digits dug into her flesh again making her shudder, was that it? Was that the thing she desired? Her digits crawled over her insides again, slowly dragging her fingers through the soft insides so slick with the exquisite rose water. The sensations that followed excited her in a way she had secretly been longing for without knowing she had been. Slow to the motion savoring every feeling, she let the pool drown her tongue as her fingers explored the entrance of her cavern.

A paw on her side made her jump and stumble in the pool as a deep abiding embarrassment assailed her.

"You were enjoying yourself little one?" A large dragon approached her under the rose water, the cascade breaking over his shoulder and running down his arms making his scales glisten as his body towered over her own. His smile seemed a little too friendly to her. She nodded in embarrassment, looking up at him with her eyes but not with her head. His paw led her forward, pulling her toward the edge of the pool. She slowly walked from under the slick waterfall and made her way to step up out of the rose water. She made it to the steps, when she felt the heavy paw of the dragon that had greeted her so kindly push her down making her kneel with her front. She squawked out in fright. Her face flushed brightly as her tail was pulled up and out of the way. His smile was one of satisfaction as he stared at her nethers, she tried to pull her tail down but couldn't. Neither could she rise from his paw on her back. She weekly flailed under his oppressive paw, "Simmer down you tasteful bird. Know you not the priest Triegara of the god you worship, for I am the one that speaks to Searacun directly and you wouldn't want me to tell him of your misdeeds by withholding yourself from me."

She blushed deeply, her body trembled beneath him as he took his paw from her back, and she stayed there. Tail up even as he released her. His fingers stroked over her puffy nether lips, she shivered softly, that sensation came back, but stronger, that delightful tingle that flashed through her so swiftly. His digits, slowly made it up her slip lips, sliding across that fleshy line that made the point of entry, her breath caught as his fingers devilishly felt over her slickened body. "So many young virgin females like yourself come here and enjoy this very same pool of precum every day, and I get the pleasure of bringing them into full fledged female fertility. Do you know why I love it so much little one?" She shook her head trembling softly. He chuckled as she responded just like he knew she would "Because you are all helpless little female sluts for me, from now until I say your done, you are little more than my cum bucket." He swatted her rump, slapping her needy slit making her stumble forward, "walk little one, to the stairs, and through the door. You are pretty enough for a nice little display." She slipped forward having a hard time keeping her footing with all the slick precum that she was covered in, her body trembled as it made its ways to the stairs, by that time, drying up enough to give her sticky paw pads and make it safely up the steps.

Treigara walked after her, his heavy feet making the floor vibrate a little as he stepped. She looked back, her ears low to her head as he followed her. His paw motioned her onward, but that's not what caught her eye, it was the beginnings of his shaft, or rather, two beginnings. Two black heads poking from a rather long slit , beginning to pool out, dripping with precum, the same color as the precum waterfall. One thick line dripping on top of the second head as the second head connected to the floor. He walked up behind her and pressed the budding heads against her backside, walking forward as though he were unimpeded. She struggled to get up and after a little work managed a foot of distance between her and him before coming to the door. It was large clear glass, thick enough to support much weight but clear enough to let you see a clear picture of what was happening inside. A golden throne of twin phalluses sat in the room, large and daunting, with heavy thick streams of white drooling down over the heads and dripping into a mote of cum. The twin shafts looked like full erect versions of the high priests own. She pressed against the door and was surprised when it didn't move. The dragon stood there waiting for her a smile on his lips as she attempted to move the doors. You see little one, "You can't even move these simple doors with your own strength", he walked up beside her and placed his growing erections against the door, and with a small effort, the growing erections pressed the door open with a slow soundless motion, "Do you see just how powerful I am. I am your high priest, god talks to me, and my dicks hold more power than your body. There is no escape from this. But don't think it will be all embarrassment and pain, I'm sure you'll love it as much as I, and if not, at least you'll never forget it, not while your heavy with my child." His smile grew all the more as he pushed the door open with his paws, then motioned for her to come in. She looked down at the ground and made her way into his room. Even the floors were made of glass, she could see through it, and to her surprise, there were others watching her, eyes of many were looking over her body, locked on her backside, she flushed all the deeper. "Yess little one, you're on display for all my subjects to see, you will be remembered by everyone here, and there is nothing you can do for it, now be a good girl, and sit at the foot of my throne." She moved over to the golden throne. Her great unease was a little more than overwhelming.

"That's a good girl, now I want you to bow before me, yess little one, bend down and raise your backside, letting your tail hang over your head, like a good little follower would, the same way your taught to greet your bishop. Thaaat's right." Maible closed her eyes as she was told to give the formal greeting, she couldn't help but feel the eyes that stared at her, they made her hot with further embarrassment. The greeting was more like the stretching of a lazy cat, but it was a pleasant stretch and it exposed everything, her tail hole clenched tight almost as though trying to disappear within itself. Her nether lips pulsed with a mild distracting warmth. She barely noticed when the dragon in front of her moved to her side, then around her back. He drew his fingers up under her slit, across the soft lips that pleaded for more, up over the small bridge of flesh between and pressed against her back end. She gave a shudder, it felt wrong, but what could she do, he was the high priest. "Mmm, that's a lovely lass, now isn't it. Not scared to be touched, not scared to be violated, not scared to have her virginity stolen from her." A deep smile was seated on his muzzle, "You know, you will be considered blessed by the gods for bearing my child, people will call you chosen one, but we know the truth, your just a one night stand for the priest and his desires. Of course you'll be compensated for the child, after all, blessed still needs to look like it, and he will be chosen to work in this temple, like the rest of my sons. And if it is a daughter, well, if I recall, your one of my daughters as well, he narrowed his eyes as he looked down at her, yess little one, I took your mother on her wedding night so long ago, and now look what's happened, full circle, my daughter come back to me, so that I may take her into maternity the same way I took your mother. Hmm, what is this?"

He reached down and grabbed at the pendent, pulling it up to inspect, with a small wave of his hand he let out a harsh laugh, "Oh dearest one, you are in for quite a night, do you know what this pendant does?" When Maible shook her head he laughed even harder. "Little girl, this pendant that you wear is a two edged sword, it diminishes the craving for sex and dilutes the effects of heat, only to build it up like water in a dam. If I were to take this pendent off of you, you would be less than a mindless tool for sex so craven by the need that id dare say, you would even try to impale yourself on the tapered tips of my throne. Wouldn't it be a shame, if I let it all out at once and let you feel what you've missed right now? Just to let you lose control, let you do absolutely wild with that burning need you've only just discovered how to sate? I think it would, so I'll tell you what I will do. If you are a good follower and do as I say, then I will only let out enough for you to bare with, and ill even help you to sate it myself, as many times as I need. And if your still horny by that time, I'll give you up to my priests and they can use you till you don't feel the need anymore. Doesn't that sound like a nice alternative? Nod your head now little girl."

Maible nodded her head she didn't know what it would feel like to have all the chills go away, she knew that she needed that amulet to help her, and if what he said was true, then this was the best option. He watched her face as it came to dawn on her that it was even as he had said, a small smile on his lips, of course she could just leave right now if she so desired, but she didn't know that was an option. He wasn't going to let her know it either. He took his paw and scratched a mark over the glyph, instantly the heat in her body increased, she gave a soft moan as her nethers became slick of their own making, "Oh my little one, you've had some very dirty thoughts lately haven't you,." She looked up at him in surprise and embarrassment, a little bit of fear on her face, "Yess, and by the way you look, I'd wager a guess, you had a very close encounter with something you wanted, something that is... within the family, no? Your shocked expression tells me everything, you wanted to be with your father, to love his cock, to feel it inside of you. Well my daughter, now you can, and you can taste it till my pleasure is fulfilled."

He pressed his dual erection against her face, sliding the pulsing slick members against her slickened face, smearing the pree with his own as he used her body to coat his double appendages with lube for the task at hand. He made another mark on her pendant and a fresh wave of heat persisted, this one made her cry out in a little pain as her nethers shuddered and clenched around the nothingness inside it. A long heavy stream of the rose colored pree shot out of her slit and coated the glass floor. "Does the little one want me to take her now? Does she want to feel what it's like to make that urge she feels go away?" He smiles and dragged his shaft over her feathers, letting a heavy build up of precum coat his shafts, his own paws came down and rubbed over them, smearing the liquid around them making them gleam in the light, "Now be a good girl and relax, or this is going to sting." He smacked her rump making her cry out a little, the sensation burning hotly, he grabbed her hips and pressed his tips against her two holes. He leaned over her body and pressed his lips to her ear. "Your cherry is mine dearest, now squeal for me when you cum." He pressed both shafts into her, sliding one into the ever tight virgin tail hole, and the other diving into the small unused slit lips, her insides screamed at her body as the double tipped dragon drove inside of her. The itch that had turned to an insatiable burning was finally fulfilled for that brief second, like that first scratch, it felt so very good. Her body shuddered and she clenched around the two poles. Treigara gave a soft snarl, the feeling of her virgin slit was so delightful, he pressed in slowly, savoring the sensation. The narrow walls growing tighter against his shaft, then that end, the place that he loved so much to feel, the heiman. The sign of a virgin, the pleasure he took in breaking that, it was nearly enough to make him cum. He slid his cock tip over the wall of flesh; feeling it, plying it with his rigid member, shivering as he felt the give it had, this one was tight. It would make for a very satisfying break, he began to pres against it, a little at a time, "Do you feel that little one?" she moaned out to him, the sensation was a dull throbbing pleasure that emanated from that place that felt like her end, "That is your flower, that is what makes you clean, untouched, a virgin. Now feel it as I take that away from you. " He pressed against it a little harder letting it strain against his heavy cock. The sensation of the walls resistance was blissful, he loved how it tried to keep him out, how futile it was. Even as her body squeezed trying to push him out. Her body gave a mild moan as the pressure increased. It felt like a burning pleasure, almost a pleasurable pain, it wasn't enough. It felt good, but she needed more of it. Her soft whines pushed through her lips in her small bliss.

He pulled out and her lips relinquished a soft whimper, his smile deepened a little, he pressed in a little quicker, smacking the wall with his tip, not trying to break it, but savoring her wall as it stood. He pressed against it again and he could feel it giving a little more, a small hiss escaped his lips as he gave a long mild push against it. Her body shivered softly the sensation of building pleasure and pain, the feeling of something more coming to her then suddenly disappeared as he pulled out again, "Little one, your virginity is mine." He gripped her hips and pulled her down atop his cocks, the two poles went in powerfully as he gave a hard thrust. The heiman held fast for a small moment making his taped shaft run up into the top of her tunnel then it tore the wall and he broke through. His hiss of satisfaction vibrated through the room. Her body convulsed around his shafts and he shuddered as a small dribbling of her nectar slid down the base of his cock, "The slut likes that doesn't she?"

Maible nodded her body shivering still as her nether lips quivered in that heavy pleasure that assaulted her body, he sat in there as her insides simmered down, then he pulled out and pushed in again, her body was his. Her tight backside so very warm, her slick nethers, smooth, conforming, and clenching hungrily at him. He pressed down on her back with his paw, spreading out her legs with his feet, making her stance wide as he thrust in like a dog taking its prize. Heavy musk filled the air, a deep smell that penetrated through lust born haze and encumbered her ability to think. She pressed back into him and to her body's delight found the sensation renewed again, more powerful, more satisfying, ever so slightly sweeter. Her feathers were a mess, sticking together as the precum over her began to dry, the long quivering moan that left her lips felt so very dirty. Her body trembled under his, the long dual rods the sensation of her first orgasm a ghost in the rising second. Her claws clenching at the glass floor with no purchase. Fists closing tightly as that feeling rose like a surging wave far off from the distant shore. Every thrust was another puff of air into the kindling sparks of that catching flame. Each hilt spreading her with a searing pain that flushed her body with growing sense of pleasure. His body worked her over, roughly taking her for his pleasure filled throbbing cocks, her blood coated his shaft as he savored the first use of her body. He knew it hurt her, but he knew that she would do nothing to fight it, and it made him all the more pleased. His knots began to swell, the feeling of her body becoming tighter on his shaft was blissful. Every heartbeat making it grow larger, filing with his lust, preparing to paint his captive with his seed, to change her life forever, to make her defiled. It was so delicious a thought he snarled and doubled his thrusting. His growing knots were having difficulty coupling her body but he pursued her relentlessly, taking the heavy pleasure in her as those sensitive knots only urged him further.

Her thighs buckled as she felt another hot wash of juices squirt from her backside, a crippling wave of orgasm rolling through her, making her cry out pitiably. She felt a sharp tug on her tail and whimpered in some mix of pain and pleasure. He was holding her up and was spreading her wider. He was giving her what she had wanted, oh how she loved it. Her tunnels tightened over his lengths, trying to feel them all the more to make them press harder against the sensitive walls. Suddenly she felt the knots slam against her slit, against her tail star. They didn't fit, they were too big, she whined softly. She felt them again slap her backside, prying at her nethers. He grabbed her shoulders.

"Your days of youth are finished", he slammed into her powerfully, the two rings spreading painfully wide, trying to keep the knots out while caving into their full form. There was a long slow shlllllck then two dull soft shlop sounds. The searing pain resided to a feeling of blissful fullness that made her orgasm somewhat. He started rocking his hips and she shuddered as the tip of his shaft pushed into another wall. His knots seamed to push out against her walls, pinching the one between them as they rubbed, her body was driven before him. He rocked back and forth as though tied up by strings. She cringed when he pushed hard diving deeper into her body, opening the sealed place within her and making her cry out as his triangular head pushed and caught inside her cervix. His roar sounded off the glass a harsh paralyzing sound that made the entire room quake.

She felt something on fire inside of her. His seed flew out of his cocks, a dull thudding sound emanated from within her as he jettisoned the heavy fertile load inside of her. Her backside spread with warmth while her womb surged forward becoming taught. Her body writhed as she orgasmed again and again. Seed spilled from her glory hole, seeping from his heavy knotted shaft, dribbling down atop of his length buried inside her intimate depths. His seed flowed freely within her. She felt the swirling mass sitting so heavily inside such a foreign place. The heat in her body abated somewhat, becoming a dull throb instead of a heavy need.

She breathed out heavy breaths and felt her body dragged over the floor leaving a giant smear of pree in her path. His hands dig into her hips lifting her till he had the majority of her weight in his paws, slowly he made his way to his throne, her chest sliding over the floor, when he got to the mote he gave her a firm shove pushing her into the cum bath, grabbing her tail before it slipped into the mess, wrapping the feathers around his cock he cleaned off his top then his bottom shaft and threw the tail into the pool with the rest of the heaving gryphoness. She rose to the surface clinging to the slick sides, her paws finding little purchase from the glass lip of the mote. He smiled as he watched her struggle to get out of his cum pool. Finally after falling back three times, the white soaked gryphoness piled out onto the floor. "What are you still doing in my room. I am done with you, leave now before I call my servants to take you away. " She struggled up to her feet, her feathers raining warm cum over the glass as large pools filled out at her feet. Every step a thick line of cum trailed from her body. She reached the door and it opened on her own accord. She stepped out and made her way to the stairs, the slick gloss of precum still staining there surface. "Daughter!" She turned her head to look at the smiling dragon, his paws moving in a slight waving motion, "I'll take that pendant so it doesn't get lost." There was a small pressure from her neck and the leather snapped as the stone pendent flew to his hands, a sudden wave of need poured over her body making her legs buckle beneath her. Her chest hit the floor, her tail pulled up over her back as she slumped forward. With a small motion of his paws, he waved and the stairs tilted down making a slick ramp that speed her down. She came sliding down the smooth glass till she slid over the floor in the middle of a circle of horny priests . Her body shaking like so much candy before so many small children.

FIN.