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This was a co-story written between myself and the wonderful author Dracasis - Dracasis

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The unruly sounds of the chase echoed throughout the forest, flapping wings and smashing branches resounding loudly. The source of the noise was none other than a young gryphon, dashing through the dense undergrowth as a dragon of slightly larger size barrelled along behind him. The gryphon's name was Rayleth, and he was fairly aware of the dragon's intentions; clearly he was looking like a good afternoon snack.

Despite being more agile than one of those accursed reptiles in the air, down here in the thick undergrowth his smaller stature was a hinderance. Dense shrubbery which slowed his progress barely stopped the aggressive pursuer as the scaly beast simply smashed right through. Worried that he might become dragon food unless he found some open air to take off in, he increased the speed of his sprinting.

He almost daren't look behind him for fear of the dragon's hungry maw being closer than he expect, although a loud roar from the dragon left him rather uneasy at its closeness. With determination he ran on, ducking and weaving between branches which seemed to be getting increasingly thick, before finally diving through a thick patch of tangled vines, hoping that might be enough to put some distance between himself and his attacker.

This wasn't the dragon's ideal situation either of course, too much underbrush and, while he ducked and weaved his way through it, she had to wreck a path to keep up. Twice she'd nearly given her prey up but both times he'd gotten snagged or slowed just long enough to encourage her to keep up the pursuit. She was hungry and he'd make a perfect morsel... if only she could catch the blasted animal!

At last her opportunity came into prize, the black beast barreling through the forest at full speed when he dove through the mass of vines. One or two had caught him, just enough to slow him down and, without a second thought, she followed suit. Loops of net-like vines entangled themselves around the hungry female as she threw herself recklessly into their embrace. With neck outstretched and teeth bared, she snapped her jaw.

Not a feather-length away, the great beast suddenly swung backward, the winged menace flailing in her ropey prison while the brown-feathered bird scampered away, ducking and weaving through the vines until he disappeared entirely out of sight. She was furious, she was hungry, she was... exhausted... The chase had been an energy heavy expenditure and now she had nothing to show for it. The big black struggled within her plant-bonds for a short time before just splaying out with a defeated huff. She needed to rest a moment and the entangling tendril drawn taut with her weight seemed unlikely to give way on its own.

It took a few moments for the fleeing gryphon to even realize that the sounds of pursuit were all but nonexistent. Slowing down just a little, the young avian chanced a glance behind him, his eyes widening a little as he saw the dragoness' precarious position. He was a little surprised, slowly coming to a stop as he turned around to face the dragon struggling in her newfound bonds. He had expected the beast would go around, but it seemed the thrill of catching him had been too alluring and she had dived in right after him. He watched cautiously for a few minutes, seeing her struggle for a little bit and then stop, struggle again and stop again, realizing she was well-and-truly stuck.

A small smile crossed the hybrid's features; he hadn't expected an opportunity like this to present itself. Taking another quick check over to ensure she wouldn't easily come free, her front and hind claws well and truly wrapped up, Rayleth sauntered back over to where the predator was now trapped. As he approached he could see her look up at him, that same fierce determination in her eyes burning brightly.

"You shouldn't have tried hunting me," he taunted, standing a few meters in front of the dragon with a smug expression on his beak, "now you're all tied up and I can get away, well, free as a bird. You play dirty for a dragon, trying to catch me in a forest. You know as well as I that you couldn't catch me in the air."

The black dragoness growled, eyes narrowed as her prey returned. She was too exhausted to pursue him further but, by the way he kept his distance, he wasn't entirely sure of that fact. He stayed well out of reach and free of any obstruction that would hinder his escape just in case this was a ruise. She wished it was, with one forelimb twisted around and pinned to her side and the other wrapped in a tangle of stretchy plant life, it left her entire body dangling off the ground.

The big black snorted at his arrogance, she had little to fear from his beak, he'd have a hard time getting past her armored scales but her pride was a much easier target. "I hunt who I please little bird. If I don't have you today I'll have you tomorrow or any other time it pleases me." The threat was somewhat subdued as she squirmed to break free without success. His sharp eyes kept a close eye on her surroundings, watching them for weaknesses that would give her an advantage.

She didn't know why he was still here, it was a dangerous position for him to hold just to stroke his ego. "You should fly now little bird, find somewhere far away and hide deep, it will be the only thing that saves you." The big black grinned a dark toothy grin, her bite back at his own pride strong and unhindered by the vines that held her maw at bay.

The dragon's words were intimidating, but the gryphon held his ground. He was not unintelligent; his perceptive eyes continuing to look for any chance the dragoness had to escape. However, she was very tightly bound; her momentum and weight had constricted the vines right around her legs and midsection. If he flew off now, she might never manage to get out... an amusing twist of fate indeed.

"Ah..." he smirked, fluttering his wings, "I could, I could indeed... but where is the fun in that, my tangled friend? What fun is there in victory if one cannot gloat, no?" The look of anger and hunger on her face was rather priceless to the smug gryphon. He began to pace around her, walking around the tree that supported the vines until he was standing behind her. Her long neck twisted to look at her prey, an audible growl coming from her throat. From behind, the young male could tell even her hind legs were caught up in those twisted vines. It was lucky; that could just have easily been him had he been a little larger.

"'Tis true, I cannot cause much harm to one so armored as yourself... but I daresay if you do not manage to get free, I doubt even dragons can survive without food. And judging by how eagerly you chased me through the forest, I'm betting you're already pretty low on spare energy. I think I'll just let nature finish you off, you naughty reptile. And even if you do escape, I shall be long gone and well out of the area."

One of her hind legs was pressed firmly against her belly while the other had a pair of these blasted vines intertwined between them and stretched her toes painfully when she moved to extend her leg. She tried to strike him with it anyway despite the stinging pain but the mass of tendrils prevented her from getting any sizeable leverage or speed. He just chortled at her attempt which only further infuriated the captive dragon.

With the cautious bird taking in everything, it certainly wasn't the first thing his eyes were drawn to but eventually the tantalizing bit of pink beneath her tail would catch his attention. Against the noticeably darker backdrop of her body, her vent was plain as day on her hide, easily exposed in her rather unconventional posture. She certainly wasn't concerned about keeping her modesty intact but there was a risk- his beak could do a bit of damage there if nowhere else and, while she'd undoubtedly survive anything he could dish out, the prospect was rather unsavory.

However, now down wind of the dragoness, the scent of something ripe and heady made his nares flare slightly in response. She wasn't of his species nor really even advertising the fact, but it was unmistakable that this entangled female was in season. It made sense considering the time of year and how rigorously she'd chased him but...

"Then be on your way morsel and hope we not meet again." She spoke with a low growl, interrupting his thoughts.

That heavy scent lingering upon the forest air was wafting into the gryphon's mind, his nares flaring a little wider with each deep breath. A quick glance with his eyes confirmed it; this dragoness was in the middle of her season.

"Well, well, well..." he gave a gentle croon, "what do we have here? To me it looks like you, my bound dragoness, are getting ready for a nice young dragon to come and plant his brood into your ripe little belly." His smirk widened, especially at her feral snarl of anger. It seemed he'd hit a nerve.

"Oh don't be so upset," the avian chuckled, waving his claw, "I'm sure you're a lovely partner. I bet there's a lovely young dragon who loves seeing his female all tied up in trees, beaten by a gryphon. I'm sure you'll attract all the mates with those fine skills." His laugh couldn't match the ferocity of her gaze, and he stepped in a little, licking his beak.

"You know," he spoke in a soft voice, "I might not be able to do you much harm, but as a way of... savoring my escape, so to speak, I think I've just thought of a nice parting gift for you to remember me by." He stepped even closer, keeping out of the range she could struggle in. Inhaling deeply, the hybrid's tail swished intently, his gaze fixed upon that spot under her tail.

The big black shifted with a deep, vicious growl, teeth bared in a rather intimidating display- but display alone no longer held sway with the free gryph. She tried stretching her legs, swinging her weight and flaring her wings but like a net, the loops of vines simply held tighter the more she struggled. It was wholly embarrassing to feel her body swinging helplessly in the air with a creature that should be half-way down her throat by now rubbing his dirty paws on her haunches.

"I said leave me BE!" She roared. The sound scattered a few nesting birds from the tree above and, though it had the effect of raising the brown-feathers of his crest for a moment, the big bird remained otherwise unphased by her attitude. His talon tips danced across her fine haunches, feeling more than just the evening's warmth beneath her hide. It was a giddy sensation having such a powerful beast at his mercy. He had to be cautious of course, one slip up could be his last but the allure... oh the bragging rights he'd have with the rest of the flock.

A quick glance found the dragoness gnawing frustratedly on one of the vines that kept brushing against her snout. She'd get through it quickly enough but a simple backtrack along its length told the regal bird it wasn't even connected to any useful stalk. He had her right where he needed her and there would never be an opportunity like this again; the only question that remained; was it worth the risk?

It seemed, at least, to this gryphon the risk was well worth the reward. He leaned in, determined this time, drawing in more of that lovely scent. It was much less refined than a gryphoness; instead, her aroma was more earthy, more feral. This only served to arouse the young male even more, the tip of his pride peeking from within that plump sheath that swayed between his hind legs.

"My my," he chortled, running his claws over her scaly tail and lifting it a little. He was close enough now that the larger black beast could not generate anywhere near enough momentum to strike him with that thick tail. Up close he admired her body, his eyes drawing in all the dragoness had to offer him. Her vent was prominent; the season she was heading into making her outer lips puffy and damp. It would be quite the prize, and some significant bragging rights to go along with it.

"Do you think..." he mused, his tail swishing happily, "that if I mounted you right now, and transferred the contents of my testicles into your lovely, fertile womb, that you would swell with my clutch?" He smirked as she tried to lash out at him, only further tangling herself.

"I think we should... test that theory," pondered the young avian with a smile, "you look so lovely all tied up and exposed like that... hard to think of you as a dangerous predator now when all you look like is a needy dragon slut in need of a good rut."

It was certainly enraging to be talked down to by prey but it became far worse to hear his plans for her. She had no idea if her womb could bear a gryphon's chicks but had no desire to find out. Again she tried to swipe at him or kick or... A quick slip up against her tailbase and she felt her tail guided right up out of the way, his scaly avian paw glazing across her softer underscales. She'd have had a good whack on him if she'd been a little quicker but instead she found her nose in the dirt with her hindquarters high and exposed.

She was a strong female and it showed in her powerful haunches and heady scent. The feathered male had never seen a dragoness up this close- despite their outwardly unmoving and stone cold appearance, inside she was just as hot and needy as any hen. The big black let out a hiss as she felt a pair of talons hook against the outer edge of her nether lips and peel them open, exposing the juicy bubblegum pink flesh within. He could hear the way the sound rushed over her lips, it wasn't a sound of pleasure but rather of anxiety; the power he had over her right now was intoxicating.

The entrapped dragoness remained relatively motionless for the first time since her capture, toes splayed and heart thundering. The alluring scent of her estrus was like a heady perfume now, tainting every breath he took. She was as far from aroused as one could get but that didn't stop her body from letting a strand of pheromone rich nectar slide across those fleshy folds. His sharp eyes could see the intricate detail as it rolled across the surface of those tantalizing walls. Mmm... he could only imagine how good it would feel to have those tender walls wrapped snugly around his bare flesh.

Rayleth could barely contain his own arousal at the sight; dragon or gryphon, a lovely female was a lovely female. His shaft had spilled entirely free of its home, hanging erect between his comparably smaller hind legs as he admired what was spread out before him.

"Oh my," the avian purred, feeling his confidence growing, "you're closer to being fully-fertile than I could have guessed. Did you know gryphons are already hybrid creatures, so our seed will take in any species whose womb we can work it into?" He managed to contain a laugh at her furious expression, smirking as he leaned in, nares flaring at the heady scent wafting in. Unable to see her face one he ducked his head beneath that large tail, the young male flicking out his flexible tongue to catch a small sample of that pearly bead that dribbled down her soft, puffy sex. He sampled it and purred deeply, the pheromones deeply intoxicating to his taste buds.

"I am going to quite enjoy this," he remarked with a smirk, "such softness contrasts with the hardness of your scales. 'Tis such a shame; I am not so fond of one-night-stands, my trapped friend, but for you it'll have to be a special exception." With that said, the eager avian nudged forward even further with his beak, using the curved shape to spread open the dragoness' supple lips to reveal the indulgent depths within. Extending his tongue properly, he wasted no time in pressing it into her velvety walls, feeling them ripple over his oral appendage as he sought more of that delicious feminine flavor.

The entangled dragoness would find no easy reprieve from this torturous predicament. Her embarrassment was thorough as the devious bird elected to draw out the situation and play with her rather than simply going for the 'kill'. There was little she could do in her ropey binds but growl and twist, fighting with what little room she had. The slender avian tongue could only get so deep but his smaller beak came with unexpected advantages. In contrast to her dark scales and muscular frame, her insides were a juicy bubblegum pink, soft and tender to the touch and VERY sensitive.

With no clit to tease directly, it gave the frisky gryphon incentive to simply roll about and explore the entirety of his captive. If it had been the tongue and snout of one of her kind, she'd undoubtedly have her tail flagged and willingly accepting the attention but, as it were, being unable to guard herself against his devious attack made it all the more infuriating. But the feathered male paid little mind to her thoughts or desires, choosing instead to indulge entirely in his own delight. As embarrassing and distasteful as it was for her, it was equally as delightful and invigorating for him.

One stroke at a time, he slid his tongue across her estrus-tainted folds, rolling that oral organ through the sloppy mess his attentions created. Despite her mental dislike, it was obvious the heat-stricken female's body was ready for what he was going to do to her and it was deliciously satisfying to make the proud stuck up hen tense and twitch in direct response to his actions. She she was certainly no finely feathered gryphon girl but a vent like this was the next best thing.

He was surprised how wonderfully appealing her internal flavor really was; her large, intimidating body producing an aromatic and delicious liquid for him to sample and swallow. He could just imagine how well lubricated the aggressive dragoness would be just from the product of her own body, let alone the layer of saliva he was working into her wet, silky folds. He probed deeply inside of her, ensuring that the in-season female could feel every single long stroke of his flexible avian tongue, rolling it in gentle, undulating circles around the inside of her damp passage. After a minute of these explorative tastings the gryphon pulled back a little and licked his beak, long tongue sliding out of her with a wet 'schlorp'.

"My my," he teased, inhaling once more to burn that incredible scent into his memory, "I didn't know you were such softies inside." The growl coming from the irritated female's throat was amusing now that she had no physical way of backing it up. Instead, the amused hybrid chuckled to himself and ran a claw around the outside of her drooling vent.

"You're so upset," came his continued taunting, the gryphon thoroughly enjoying his position of power, "think about how nice it will feel to have your seasonal stresses eased. I'm doing you a favor; maybe you'll be less angry when your belly is full of big, round eggs." He leaned forward to place one last sloppy lick across that estrus-riddled opening before flexing his claws and paws.

"I usually take my females on a long courtship," he added in feigned apology, "but in your case we should skip the dating and get right to the part where I make you gravid."

Mentally she found the entire aspect of this situation appalling and distasteful but physically, the bird knew just how to get her body into its most receptive state. Thick strands of her nectar clung to his beak as he withdrew, stretching lewdly between those puffy pink pussy lips and her would-be prey's beak. She'd hunt him down for this, she promised to herself silently with a guttural growl as he dragged his tongue through the pheromone-rich nectar at the edge of her sex.

She'd have taken the eggs from any male strong enough to pin her down and drive them under her tail but this was no powerful beast capable of showing superior strength. For a gryphon he was gorgeous and a capable suitor but if not for these blasted vines holding her down he'd have turned tail and fled. The big black struggled violently for a moment with renewed energy but it lasted for only a fleeting moment before the weight of her situation pressed down on her again. What energy she had she needed to save, even if he were to leave her in peace now she still needed to get free and hunt soon.

"This is your last chance, worm eater; leave me be or face the consequences." She growled low in her chest. More than once she'd shown just how helpless and empty a threat her words were but with her tail hoisted up out of the way and her body suspended in a net of vines, threats were all she had to protect herself with.

The small, yet amused chuckle coming from the gryphon's throat demonstrated his lack of worry for the black dragon's empty threats. The insults, the violent words... she had nothing to back them up except feeble struggles into a netting of vines and leaves. He would leave his claim, that much was absolutely certain.

"Consequences?" he asked with a tilted head, letting his sharp claws roam freely over those deliciously smooth scales, "I think not... the only consequence of the coming activities is your soon-to-be-swollen belly." He laughed and reached up, hooking onto her scaly rear as he pulled himself up into a mounted position. It took a few moments for the brown-feathered avian to work out a suitable position; her tail was thicker than one of his species, and it made it a little awkward to find his mark. Yet, after a few short moments of positioning, Ray latched his claws down onto her back and allowed his heavy scrotum to tap lightly against the back of that oozing vent.

"Much better," he purred, licking her scales tauntingly, "I hope you're nice and comfortable there... I'd hate for you to get free, after all." The smirk never left his face as he leaned forward, putting most of his weight down onto her back. He wanted the feral dragoness to feel every single imposition he made upon her fertile body, inside and out.

There was a slight stretching sound in the leafy tendrils as the big bird sprawled out on the black's back and, for a moment, she was hopeful the whole net would come crashing down to free her from this infernal prison. Instead it simply created a comfortable cushion for the devious animal sprawl out on top of. She was made to feel his hips slide forward with purpose, his raw arousal rubbing eagerly against her bare undertail.

Her body made no secret of its willingness to be bred despite the thrashes and snarls that continued unabated despite her predicament. Long hot sticky strands of her nectar clung to his gender as he rubbed his scent all over her, marking her as his territory, his breeding grounds. She'd reek of gryphon for days after this and, not in a positive way with the blood of her prey, but rather like some flittery broodhen he'd stuffed for amusement.

Part of her wanted to just give up, to splay out in the net that held her at such a disgracefully presenting angle, to let him have his fun and be done with it. But her pride forced her to fight to the bitter end. She gnawed and chewed on a vine in frustration; it wouldn't help her escape but the raw earthy taste of it helped clear her mind of the fogging male musk that permeated the air. It helped... for a moment but the taunting egotistical whispers in her ear only made her frustration grow hotter. All the while his hips gyrated against her own, using those fine child-bearing hips of hers to rouse his blood even more.

Lush brown fur and features pressed firmly into those onyx scales, the avian making doubly sure every little movement he made was felt by the trapped reptilian beast. A bead of pre-seed drooled from the tip of his painfully-erect maleness, quickly lost in the sea of fluids being released from the needy dragoness.

"I doubt it's much fun to always be so angry," the gryphon commented dryly, giving a testing thrust of his hips, the upper side of his pride slapping against that plump underbelly. He seemed to still be smirking, evidently proud of his sudden reversal of fortunes.

"You say such nasty things, nasty indeed... but really all you needed was a nice filling." He latched on properly with his claws, angling his body a little until he felt the tip of his barbed erection resting teasingly upon the base of her sex. Leaning forward he pushed himself inside, just enough to send the tip of his crimson spire into her silky folds. A small gasp of pleasure escaped the male's beak as he felt the instant reward; silky flesh tightening up instinctively to grip and clutch at his intrusion. It was only an inch, and yet as the first small droplets of his avian pre-cum dribbled into that luscious opening, he knew he would not be satisfied until he was tied with his scaly prisoner.

Bit by bit she felt him edge closer, the tension in her frame obvious as he clung and sprawled with a rather luxurious indulgence. When he found his mark, she was vividly aware, that un-draconic flesh probing at her pink pussy folds and nudging right inside. She ground her teeth into the vegetation as one inch turned to two and two to four as he casually explore what her body had to offer. His scent smeared through her lush passage, the tight involuntary squeeze of her powerful muscles giving him all the incentive he needed to continue seeking his own pleasure.

Of course they both knew there was more to this unnatural act than a simple delight of pleasure. He just rested there, part way inside her and she could almost feel the grin radiating from his beak. Helpless... was this what it was like to be prey? To be at the mercy of another and have nothing to defend yourself with? Regardless, she vowed never to let herself be caught in a situation like this again.

He, on the other paw, was gaining a new appreciation for the hunters that stalked him. He'd been careless to begin with, letting her chase him to the ground but now she was in his court. Those powerful haunches that had brought her within striking distance of ending his life were now tightly wrapped around his bare flesh, every bit as muscular and lean on the inside as on the out only this time they brought him ever closer to starting new life instead. She was hot, wet, deep and slick and he had no doubt he'd be able to stuff himself entirely inside her, knot and all. How good would it feel to be balls deep within this lovely hen? Mmm... well, he'd find out soon enough.

With over half of his avian length pressed up into those heavenly folds, the gryphon was having a hard time stopping himself from just rutting her like a hen. He had every intention of breeding this female but the fun he was having teasing her was too much to pass up for a quick release. Adjusting his grip a little the brown bird pulled back, allowing his flaring barbs to scrape up along the inside of her passage. The growl elicited from her muzzle was deep and threatening, but also contained the lustful sounds of a dragoness whose needs were being met.

"I forgot to mention one thing," the gryphon informed her in a low voice, resting the tip of his shaft just on the edge of her puffy lips. She tried to turn back to look at him but couldn't quite do so with his weight upon her back.

"Unlike dragons, gryphons usually mate for life," he explained, as though they were having a regular, casual chat. He flexed his claws and continued.

"While we pick one hen to be our own, we often sleep with as many males as we like. The same is true for other species; we don't have to get attached to them. But... unfortunately for you, a side-effect of mating for life is that the scent of our claim is... permanent. We mark our hens forever so no male will ever claim them except us. This little ability of ours only extends to the females... but that does not make it exclusive to our hybrid species. What I mean to say is... by the time I'm finished here with you, your sweet little body is going to smell like me for the rest of your life. You will never get the smell of my semen out of your body... and every dragon will know you are my bitch."

She, of course, had no way to verify his statement, the black dragoness had not been interested in the mating rituals of her prey; though, as his barbed cocktip caught and tugged against her tender inner flesh, she realized she was going to get an intimate introduction. He'd taunted and teased her the entire time, this could just be another way to rile her up but what if he were speaking the truth? It was hard to imagine any drake would take her reeking with the alien scent of male gryphon...

He paused with just the tip nestled between her nether lips, the flared spines tugging at her skin. It hurt a little, her body not designed to take the cock of a hybrid leaving her tender and highly sensitive pussy walls bare and unprotected against his sexual assault. He chortled at her silence, just grinning at the murderous look she gave him, waiting just long enough for her mind to forget before lurching forward again to bury himself back into those hot wet folds.

Going in wasn't so bad, if one ignored the fact that she was being raped and bred by a creature she called prey, but halfway inside again he let his pride throb and flare out in pleasured delight, purposefully wedging his spiney barbs into her flesh before dragging back, raking her body in a disastrously stimulating way. She didn't expect it, certainly didn't want it but the poor girl couldn't help the way his anatomy tugged at her skin making her inner muscles clamp down around him involuntarily and then immediately relax. She still wore the deathly mask of hatred on her face but her toes flexed in response to the unexpected sensation.

By the third thrust it had become real, he was really going to breed her, to drive his brood into her belly- but he wasn't going to make it a quick affair. He'd only gotten two-thirds the way inside her still, soaking only half of his arousal within the hot wet sauna of her fertile fuck fields. What good is victory if one can not gloat over it? Blasted bird... She felt her belly tense from the rousing motions, her body being pushed toward something she hadn't encountered before. Not an orgasm, this was different... Perhaps it was just disgust- she tried to convince herself.

His mind was starting to flood with the thoughts of leaving his sticky claim inside this fellow sky-beast, the thought of her scaly body bending to his will was something his ego was gulping down favorably. Yet as he clutched those dark black scales, his hips ground forward once more, this time spearing more than three-quarters of his large avian pride into her more-than-accommodating undertail. He leaned forward a little, allowing his beak to brush over her back lightly, his breath misting across those onyx plates. Her lust-filled, angry growls met his ears each time he penetrated her lush folds; a combination of the hatred for her position and the undeniable pleasure his body was providing to her. It was enough to make the avian purr deeply; she was entirely his to use.

"How do you feel down there?" he asked mockingly, a smirk returning to his beak, "I can see you're enjoying yourself. You're such a good little hen... I bet you'll look wonderful with a bellyful of gryphlets." He gave a small chuckle as he thrust in again and again and again, slamming himself into his catch with an enthusiastic abandon. Her gasps and huffs under him only sought to drive him further on, his thick slab of avian flesh digging into her sloppy cunt with the full intention of making it his own. After a few minutes of this relentless rutting, the gryphon began to notice the tip of his rigid length pressing up against something firm inside of her. His beak curled back in a smile as he realized he was tapping up against the entrance to the beast's vulnerable womb. Leaning in he licked over her back, reducing the speed of his thrusts slightly.

"Well well well," he whispered tauntingly, "looks like I'm going to have show you what gryphon's are all about after all."

One motion flowed into the next, rolling smoothly into the next and, before she knew it, he was pounding away at her unprotected sex, that thick gryphon cock forcing her nether lips to yawn wide around his rather impressive girth. She flexed her foreclaws, growling low in her chest as she bounced lightly within the branching embrace, the horny bird drawing those wide child-bearing hips back against his crotch just as often as he lurched forward to dig right in. She felt dirty, used, and utterly embarrassed, mentally refusing to feel pleasure from this... this rape of nature.

It was a lie of course, she could no more stop her body from enjoying the stimulating motions that she could breathe water. She could chose not to like it though as he crammed himself deeper and harder under the tail he'd mercilessly shoved up out of the way- as little comfort as that was. The barbed tip was hard to get used to though, each time he shoved it into her, it went a little deeper, snagged different folds of flesh and scraped powerfully against her sensitive walls. She didn't want it to feel the way it did but she couldn't help the shuddering tremble that rolled through his frame.

"Unnatural pidgeon. Rat with wings- rrft!" She cursed back, grunting softly as she felt his hips nudge forward, digging that stimulating tip into the back of her tunnel. She couldn't imagine what 'gryphons were all about' but she expected no good could come from it. Her undertail seemed to be enjoying it though, thick strands of her gryphon-tainted estrus soaked fluid matted her undertail, the excess oozing off the curve of his cockflesh creating a stain of their interbreeding on the forest brush.

Despite the open-aired nature of their encounter, the scents of mating rose up between the pair as the gryphon took out his lusts upon the unfortunate dragoness. The combination of his thick, drooling pre-seed and her naturally-produced lubrication crafted a pungent aroma that neither of them could ignore. Yet while the gryphon inhaled it gleefully, the dragoness shunned it in her mind, not wanting to enjoy the deep, textured strokes of his thick length inside of her.

"Insults now?" the gryphon chuckled, barely even slowing his rapid, powerful thrusts into her luscious depths, "you really are helpless... the mighty predator reduced to little more than a name-calling hen." As if to emphasize his point, the bulky male gripped her firmly and pushed in even harder than before. His actions were met with a loud snarl as the barbed tip of his breeding organ slammed up against that tight ring within. He could feel the very tip of his pointed maleness snuggling up against her cervix, kissing it lightly within her. His bulging knot was still outside of her body, something that the gryphon wished to rectify. At any rate, if he wanted to wedge that thick ball of cockflesh up into that snug vent, he would have to strip away all of her barriers.

"How many eggs does a dragon lay in her season?" he asked with a light tug, pulling those barbs all the way back through her soft tunnel. He leaned in and wrapped his claws around her midsection, smiling a little.

"Because I'm not going to stop until every single one of them belongs to me."

The horny bird didn't give her any reprieve as he dug his tip into her soft walls before drawing back. It stung terribly, but more than that, she felt her muscles spasm slightly from the sensation. He certainly didn't give her time to recover before nestling it right back into her twitching folds grinding the head of his penis into her most private of places like a horny animal. Thats all he was, she recited in her mind, some filthy creature taking advantage of her situation to get his rocks off. Of course if everything he'd said were true, she'd be a marked hen pregnant with half a dozen distasteful gryphon eggs.

"You'd be lucky to get single egg out of me." She said angrily, the venom behind her voice amusingly disheveled with a soft grunt as he rammed home in her again, digging in nice and deep. Each time she could feel her body being battered into submission and, try as she might, the black-scaled female was powerless to stop him.

He nudged his way in, even putting enough pressure to make his cockflesh bow a little from the effort and then began a series of small, short bucks. The sensation was entirely different than before; having her entire passage raked and ravaged by his shaft spread the sensation out over a wide area but this... this made her inner muscles tense and relax rapidly as his spines pricked, tugged and then suddenly released, exhausting them. This short burst of energetic motion continued over an extensive time until her body no longer responded to the touch. Only then did he change tactics.

The shift came so smoothly, her body didn't even respond at first, his claws digging into her scales as he suddenly lurched forward, squeeeezing his tip a half inch further inside. The poor hen yelped and hissed, suddenly clenching down around the invader- it stopped his progress but the damage was done leaving the only barrier between her fertile fields and his leaking cocktip that much weaker to resist him. She could almost feel his beaky grin beaming with devious delight.

For the gryphon, being able to feel that powerful reptilian body weakening to his motions was an incredible ego boost. He couldn't deny how good of a lay the female was; her inner walls suckling at his invading shaft was an exquisite sensation and one he planned to enjoy for the entirety of his mounting. He would be the first gryphon to fuck a dragoness, to stake his sloppy claim all over the inside of her egg-chamber, leaving his evidence within her - evidence for the rest of his fellow avians.

"A single egg?" he chortled, giving a few more short thrusts to tease that tight, spongy ring open a millimeter wider, "lucky?" His claws left scratches in those hard scales as he continued his assault upon her sex, enthusiastically stripping her of her dignity and pride with each dominating thrust.

"I won't just get one egg out of you," he growled, his hind legs tensing and relaxing with each forward motion, "I'll get all of them." The confidence and certainty in his voice made the female waver in confidence; she knew in a few short minutes she would likely be a mother and possibly reek of gryphon spunk for the rest of her life. Ray didn't seem to care much; this beast had tried to eat him, so he had every right to punish her however he pleased. His thick, barbed cock was ensuring the punishment was absolute; his hefty balls slapping against her body with the force of his unwelcome thrusts.

She wouldn't plead with him, her pride alone wouldn't have it, she'd rather bare his brood than give him that satisfaction. She doubted he'd stop even if she did, the big black certainly wouldn't have let him go if she had caught him no matter how fitfully he had begged or pleaded. Unfortunately the delicious irony was all his to enjoy, the embarrassingly spread female reduced to a tight hole suspended at just the right height for him to plow into. After getting past the initial trouble of pushing that thick tail to the side and mounting a creature that lacked the slender grace of a gryphon girl, he seemed to have no trouble at all hammering his long slick shaft into her vulnerable body.

He teased and taunted her, not only with his words, but by his actions and the simple pleasured sounds he let slip out every now and again. Her protective hide took the claw scrapes with ease but they made good claw-holds as well, allowing him to drag her back beneath his fluffy belly, using her weight to drive himself even deeper. By now his barbed tip was really working the poor girl over, her sore muscles forced to take the abuse. She wouldn't admit it but, as the pain of those prickly tips started to dull an unexpected stimulation arose in its place.

Just as she was trying to figure out what it meant, he let off a chortle that broke her concentration. He'd been relatively quiet for a time, just mindlessly fucking her, but like everything he did, this had a purpose. His clawtips had slid down the curve of her lean belly, each finding purchase at the edge of her cock-stuffed slit and, hooking an edge at either side, had peeled the wet pink lips back just in time for his next merciless thrust. Bit by bit he'd worked himself further inside but it didn't click just how deep he was until she felt his knotted base nuzzle eagerly against her bare pussy lips.

Straining against the bond around her neck she could pull her head just far enough to look down the horizon of her belly, watching with a strange mixture of fascination and horror as the big bird pushed, keeping his weight pressed against her upturned tail. Her hinds strained, trying to keep the bird meat from invading her body, but the more she fought the more it hurt. And it was more than just a strain on the outside, inside, deep deep at the other end of that slimy wet tunnel, his tip was wedging its way in- ready or not.

Each time that rigid rod of flesh buried itself within her, the gryphon growled lightly at the increased strain it put upon him. Despite his enthusiasm the dragoness was slightly larger, and as a result it was much more difficult for him to gain entrance to her well-muscled interior. Undeterred, the big brown avian pressed on, spreading his catch open wide to accept every inch he was trying to force down her tight passage. His knot hammered repeatedly against her vent, reminding the big black of its presence each time the male thrust himself into her. The barbed tip of his insistent erection was slowly but surely breaching her most precious of places as it battered and abused her cervix. It didn't help that the gryphon was still able to chuckle to himself, making the dragoness burn with the humiliation of being used in this way by a hybrid.

"Don't worry," he cooed in a low voice, "I'm almost finished up here." The warning made the dragoness panic a little; she didn't want to be marked as his, not for life. Yet with that hefty weight upon her back and the vines doing the rest of the restrictive work, she had no option but to accept whatever his whims visited upon her flesh. The gryphon picked up the pace, pounding again and again into her, his stimulating barbs and eager knot simultaneously attempting to breach opposite ends of the fertile tunnel he was about to claim as his own.

"Be a good little hen," he growled lustily, tensing up his muscles for the final intrusion, "try not to moan too much when I make you my own personal seed-holder. You'd hate for the other dragons to know what a little slut you are for gryphon cock."

The growl of anger that grew in her throat at his taunting words shifted suddenly in tone as his assault on her precious flower grew pained. At both ends she could feel his mass wedging inside, spreading her open. Her soft nether lips yawned wide around the bulge that sank into it, forcing her hinds to tense up. But the well endowed male didn't give her any quarter sliiiiding right in. The progress was slow but so utterly delicious, worth savoring in its entirety. The black dragoness gritted her teeth. For the first time she wished he'd just shove it in and be done with it.

"Nuuyaah..." He groaned in delight, causing her distasteful desire came true with startling clarity too. Once past the widest girth of his knot, her clenching muscles did the rest, dooming the entangled hen. "Almost..." He grunted, his words interrupted by a pleasured hiss as her muscles suddenly swallowed around the rest of his hefty girth, the hot wet walls closing in around the base of his cock and holding it tight. "Ahhh... thats the spot!" He finished with a wide beaky grin.

Truth be told feeling the muscular flesh at the base of his cock locking his breeding rod under her tail wasn't even the most surprising sensation. It was actually at the other end, somewhere deep in her belly that made her jerk and squirm involuntarily with wide-eyed desperation. That solid spear of flesh had only one place to go and the massive bird was more than pleased to feel the only defence guarding her hot fertile fuck field submit completely to his advances. With nothing left between him and that rich womb, the horny gryphon let his pride streeeetch out within her womb.

He let himself lounge luxuriously within that deep messy, muscular undertail of hers, snickering at the way her frantic motions only tangled her further. God he wanted to cum in her, his full hanging orbs ready to squeeze their entire load into this breedable cunt; instead he let his twitching arousal cool off- a difficult task buried within the rich sauna of her egg chamber. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and he had one last humiliation to put her through before leaving his mark permanently on those pretty pink walls of hers.

Now stuffed entirely within the captured dragoness, the young gryphon only had one last task to accomplish before the grand finale. If he was to enjoy this moment as much as he could, then he wanted to ensure that none of his hard-earned load would be wasted upon an inadequate amount of eggs. The lovely female's tight vent was only just coming into season; it was no guarantee that her innermost depths were far enough advanced in their heat to have released enough of her brood for him to claim.

"Such a good... little hen..." he breathed, his breath now heavy from the exertion of fucking his knot into the succulent undertail. His claws clutched at her sidescales once more, finding purchase in their firm surface as he pushed himself onwards. With no more resistance this wonderful dragon could offer his invading organ, the bulky male began to exert himself upon her egg-chamber. With short, firm thrusts he began to grind his barbs against her abused cervix, raking the spongy ring again and again each time he slipped free. After a minute of this treatment, she was no longer closing up on him with each motion, instead her sore and well-fucked barrier remained open and accepting of his oversized avian shaft. This didn't stop him from pressing on, mounting the 'hen' in earnest as he stimulated her to the point of exhaustion for both parties. He could even see her long tongue hanging out and her eyes glossing over with the haze of lust, pleasure and pain he was putting her through.

With a few more hard thrusts he felt her body begin to shudder and tremble involuntarily; her muscles rippling down around his insistent maleness. A wide smile crossed his beak; this hen would be his. Deep within her body, the relentless pounding her womb had received was catching up with her, accelerating her season urges.With a long moan she began to ovulate early, her body responding to all the stimulation and pleasure that had been forced upon her for so long, her fertile egg-chamber becoming even more so with every deep stroke visited upon her flesh.

The pricks of his barbed tips worked on her body in a way she didn't even know was possible. The sensitive walls of her innermost chamber squished and stretched for the horny bird as he plowed her with firm, precise motions. The paw on her belly rubbed and massaged on the outside while his cocktip did an even more extensive job on the inside. Her hind leg jerked as she felt the first wave of... something... It certainly wasn't an orgasm, she'd felt that before; this was similar but... different.

She had no idea what he was doing to her though she'd find out in a month or two when she laid. Six eggs would have been a large clutch but the gryphon was priming her body for something far more intense. Six turned to a dozen, a dozen to two all while he ravished her undertail, soaking it in his pre-fluid. She could hardly breathe, the soft gasps for air happening in forced bursts as the big bird brought the poor female to new levels of delicious receptivity. Even he couldn't have guessed just how well his equipment was working on her and, unlike the poor girl, he'd never have to deal with the consequences.

That seemed to be good enough as he relaxed and stretched out atop his captive, a shiver of anticipation rolling through his frame. His clawtips reached out and gripped the base of her wings, one in each before giving his hips a little shift to settle into a nice comfortable angle. Then he tugged back and slammed forward. Then again and shortly again, holding his prize in place as he quickly worked himself up into a rigorous rhythm, hungrily fucking his 'prey'.

He wasn't holding back this time, not slowing or stopping. There was nothing but the primal urge to nail this ripe little hen and pound his clutch under that thick tail of hers. She'd bare his brood whether she liked it or not and it was only that much more satisfying knowing it was 'not'.

"Mine," came the deep growl from the gryphon, his voice lower and more commanding now that he had full and total ownership of the deepest and most intimate regions of this female. He could feel her complete submission to him now, her body tangled and abused by his massive cock and powerful rutting, unable to do or say anything to stop what was coming next. He couldn't hold himself back anymore; her furnace-like passageway was doing its absolutely best to draw each and every bit of his essence out of his needy body.

With a loud screech he thrust himself all the way in, forcing open her womb and wegding that knot in firmly as could be as he came. The big black could feel that thick, cum-delivering vein along the bottom of his shaft pulse violently as it forced a thick wad of steaming gryphon cum up from the depths of his churning balls. The first thick rope of sperm-rich cream splattered over the back of her egg-chamber, so firmly the dragoness could feel it as the rush of warmth spread around her insides. Again and again the big male claimed her, his cock throbbing and twitching forcefully as it delivered his sticky white breeding liquids into her without mercy. He leaned back to ride out his climax, taking delight in seeing the dragoness under him as his heavy scrotum tensed up repeatedly.

She lost count of how much he had filled her with, the first few noticeable spurts now just a continuous filling sensation as he ejaulcated into her fertile fuck fields without giving her a single moment of relief. She quickly became full of his gooey semen, but his knot and her own traitorous cervix kept the entire lot within her, the pungent spunk swirling around her unprotected eggs. Her ova became drenched in the gryphon's genes, the proud male working part of himself up into that hot, needy cunt every time his barbed tip ejected another glob of rich sperm.

Down it went, the bulge of his semen wedging in under his knot to slip past her first layer of resistance unhindered. Across her unprotected sex it traveled leaving even that wet, treaturous maze behind. Up to the wall of her womb and squeezed easily in past enemy lines, driving his sperm-rich fluid straight into that deliciously vulnerable womb. The big bird threw his weight into her, grinding his sheath into her crotch to get just that little bit deeper as he came hard.

The black dragoness could almost feel the sensation at the back of her throat as he clung to her using short, degrading bucks to punctuate each thick, gooey rope of sperm he was slinging into her most private of places. Her utter shame and embarrassment was complete. Again and again he drained his genes under her tail, his hissing groan of satisfaction infuriating even as she felt her belly round with the copious quantity of gryphon seed flowing into all those hard to reach cracks and crevices. He didn't restrain himself; a few casual squirts planted so deep within would have sufficed but this bird had teased and tantalized himself with the promise of a good breeding just as long as he'd teased her and he was more than happy to let those heavy orbs squeeze every drop he had under that fat tail of hers.

Even before he was finished cumming in her he'd claimed her, his seed binding with her fertile pheromone-rich nectar and backwashing down along her inner walls leaving her marked as a gryphon's personal breeding grounds. In they went, digging deep into the poor hen, searching out her greatest weakness; those deliciously helpless ova. Over and over the scene would repeat itself; her unclaimed young's tender barrier ravaged into submission allowing a choice, juicy hybrid seed to nuzzle up against her defenceless young and wriggle inside.

She was was well on her way to being mother by the time the heady pulses of cum had subsided...

As the last few pearly oozings of gryphon sperm left the safety of the male's shaft, the big brown avian lay down on the dragon's back to recover after such a vicious mounting. His breath was just as heavy as hers; the pair worn out after such a long ordeal. Yet, as the proud male's climax tapered off and his body felt that warm feeling of a job well done, the female beneath him swelled with the sparks of new life. She had been taken, used and claimed, with no say in the matter... the rich smell of gryphon semen much more pungent than she had imagined. His claim wafted up to her nose, and the groggy female began to realize that with an odor that strong permanently under her tail, no male would ever miss it.

"Ah yes..." he purred softly, rubbing his claws into those cum-bloated sides, "you were a good little hen, good indeed." His purrs were audible and humiliating to the dragoness; he had stripped her of all her dignity and he was enjoying it like a casual fling. He stretched out his limbs a little, unable to move much further due to the thick, bulging knot he'd rammed up into that abused vent. That had been the best lay he'd ever had, and the feeling of those tight walls milking him for every last drop was something he'd remember for a very long time. He still couldn't resist the opportunity to gloat, as was his nature as the victor of the encounter.

"Seems like you're going to be giving me a LOT more than just one egg," he chuckled, still kneading that belly, "not to mention you're going to smell like me for the rest of your life. So how about this: return to your fellow dragons, see how they treat a young female like yourself. Taken and bred by a gryphon, smelling like me... none will ever want you as a mate. I know how territorial dragons can be... they'll never want something they can't have smelling like them. So once you grow sick and tired of them, come back to where we gryphons live. We will welcome you with open wings, and you can raise your clutch with us in safety. I'm not such an unreasonable 'bird'... you can't take all of us on, our species outnumbers yours greatly. Think about the offer... I'm sure it's hard to think properly on a full stomach... or womb, in your case." He grinned and licked her spine, before leaning back a little. He'd be soft enough to pull out soon, and then he would give her enough leeway to free herself... after he was long gone.

How had things gone so wrong... What had started off as a fine day stretching out in the sun, basking, bathing, then hunting had turned into a terrible nightmare. She could feel the unnatural squishing in her belly, that hefty shaft slowly softening and moving around in her cum-filled passage, filled to the brim with gryphon eggs. She was so utterly sore and exhausted, stretched, stiff and stuffed. Even if she had the will to retort, the poor girl didn't have the energy.

His paws kneaded her backside as if this had all been some sort lovers adventure, just biding his time until he could slip free of her freshly bred passage. They'd been relatively still long enough that, when he finally did move again, tugging at her tender passage, she tensed and gritted her teeth in a low growl. There was no threat left in the sound as his spines gripped her bloated womb, reluctant to give up such a prize.

Eventually, however, that ball of flesh gave way, allowing the wet gryph to give a good tug and pulled free. Her tail jerked, shivering slightly as a hot stream of intermingled fluids dribbled from her undertail, dragged free as he withdrew. In the end he was able to step back and examine his handiwork with a smug smirk. And, while it would take some work to wash her scent out of his fur, unlike her, it would come out eventually leaving him pristine and unmarked. His long red cock hung between his legs, soaked in a fresh coat of glossy white to match her undertail.

Proud of his accomplishment, the gryphon gave the bound-up female one last good sniff before he strode around in front of her. This time the look she gave him was not one of hunger, but one of a lost female whose world had been turned upside-down.

"Thanks for being so cooperative," he said appreciatively, "that was certainly much better than being eaten, at any rate." Reaching down he found one of the more vital vines that was keeping her in place, and lifted it up in front of her muzzle.

"Chew on this one for a while, and one it breaks you'll be fine to get out of the rest," he said informatively, before leaning in and giving the female a small kiss on the muzzle. It wasn't very romantic, more of a final sign of ownership and dominance than anything else. She stared at him, recognizing the fact that he had made her gravid, and she would be unable to get this male's smell from her body.

"Well then," he said cheerfully, popping the vine into her maw, "I'd best be going then." With a wave of his wing the avian turned around and took off, throwing one last glance back down at the hen he'd claimed before flapping through the canopy of the trees and out into the afternoon air once more leaving the black dragoness to chew on her fate.