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This was originally supposed to be his weekend off. After two weeks straight out hunting for the winter season and dealing with his homestead, he had planned to take a few days off to sit back, relax, and enjoy himself. Perhaps he'd read a book, or maybe he'd just lie in a tub and masturbate for three hours straight. If he got particularly adventurous, he might even go into town and enjoy a casual hookup or two.

But instead, his friend and occasional lover Melodi and her partner the commander gryph known as Lost were going out for the weekend, and needed someone to watch their house and keep an eye on their daughter. Storm wasn't one to say no to a friend if it was capable of helping, and the relaxation would be nice. Really, watching their home wouldn't be much different than watching his own save the fact that he'd be eating their food instead of his, and he'd need to be discrete if he intended on releasing some tension.

Anything for a friend, and it wasn't like he was doing it without payment.

"Alright Storm, do you need anything else? Anything at all?" Melodi asked as her and Lost were literally shuffling their way out the door, eager to leave but not ready to leave their home in the talons of another.

Storm shook his head, his immensely thick plumage ruffling a bit. The winter snow had brought with it a thick coat of down plumage, so thick it felt like a scarf around his neck. He wore only a loincloth for dignity's sake; his feathers and fur were thick enough to keep him warm in the coldest of storms. "I really can't think of anything, Melodi. I can figure things out, I'm a grown drake, you know I can take care of myself and anything else you ask me to." The two lovebirds had been trying to leave for nearly half an hour now, always finding some spare reason to stay just a little longer. They'd not been on vacation for years now, and they were heading south for a week, a pleasant little vacation.

Lost was especially worried about the home he'd worked so hard for. The main reason he wanted Storm there was a sort of burglary defence unit; as part of the military he was incredibly cautious with his property. "Just make sure to take care of the place, and please, Storm, keep an eye out on Ceylon. She's going through a rough time right now and could probably use an open ear. Don't let her feel lonely, okay?"

At this point storm practically had to shove the two of them out the door into the gently groaning wind. If they didn't leave soon, they could very well miss the train and the whole vacation would be ruined. "Just go, you two. I promise I know how to protect a homestead. You don't need to worry one bit about me. Now git!" He literally shoved them out the door and closed it behind them. Harsh, but necessary.

Through the door he could hear them arguing about things that needed to be done or things to go over before they left, but Melodi came to her senses and assured Lost that Storm would be fine. After a brief silence, he felt the snow crunch beneath their steps as they finally left.

Relieved at his solitude and the trust his friends had in him - albeit strained trust, as they'd never left their home in the hands of anyone else before - he took a quick walk-around to get himself properly acquainted with the home.

Melodi and Lost's home wasn't by any means a big house - just enough for the three gryphons that lived there - but it was nice. The main floor had a huge open living room with a half dozen chairs and sofas for social gatherings, as well as a small kitchen with a wonderfully ornate fireplace for cooking, and a dining room with hand-carved chairs. All one open room, with the living room, dining room, and kitchen all blending into one another, a stairwell leading up to the second floor and cellar at the same point, with a door out to the back yard where their outhouse was. Downstairs was a cellar with food, wine, and stacks of frozen carcasses for the winter.

The top floor housed their living quarters, a bedroom for Melodi and Lost to share, and a somewhat smaller room for their daughter to call her own. Ceylon was just around puberty now, so she was on the verge of becoming an independent adult so she, too needed the privacy and respect. He was very clearly instructed to sleep in the master bedroom and not to even do so much as knock at Cey's door. That age came with its fair share of attitude, and Storm was mostly there to hold down the fort, not act as a surrogate father.

Luckily, Storm and Ceylon got along quite well. Young as she was, she was a bright hen and always a pleasure to spend time with so he didn't predict any sort of head-butting between the two. She was still tiny and had a lot of growing to do before she could intimidate Storm, anyway. She would certainly try to boss him around, but he knew it was all in fun so he didn't let her win. That's just how they were together.

After checking out the food reserves and getting a proper inventory of everything in the house save the contents of Ceylon's room, he finally decided to relax and read a book. Luckily, Melodi was an avid reader and had a collection that easily bested Storm's own collection, so there was plenty to read. Their living room was comprised of a half dozen book cases lined around the walls, with candles hanging off the walls in between each one and a series of chairs, couches, and tables for sitting one's drinks on. An alternate ornamental fireplace lay on the wall opposite the cooking fireplace for added ambiance and heat.

Very well suited for social gatherings. Very classy. Storm felt right at home.

"The Odyssey: A Change of Seasons by Dream Symphony." He said to himself as he came across a book that sounded like a great read. Weird author name, Dream Symphony. Didn't sound like a name at all. It was a very thick book though, presumably by a great author Storm simply hadn't heard of before.

Once he settled in and read the prologue, he came to realize that this was an anthology of stories set in the world of Dream Symphony, and that all four of the enclosed books were done by different authors chronicling different periods in a world's history; each of the four stories tells the tale of a different warrior, themed by the four seasons. Clever idea. The first story was a Song of Spring, a story about a young warrior sent east to fight the jysarian mage clans, dealing with the psychological trauma that comes with fighting an enemy completely unlike yourself.

The other three were: Sonnet of Summer; Autumn's Anthem; and the Hymn of Winter. Very, very interesting.

He'd made it about one third through A Song of Spring when he heard the familiar crunch of snow out front. He got a glimpse of Ceylon through the window, wishing her friends a good day before stepping in. She was adorned with a long, flowing red scarf and a blue dress that covered her from neck to paws. Only the tip of her tail jutted out from the bottom of the skirt to curl up and point skyward.

"Damn it's colder than Sanfrit's tit out there!" She declared as she unwrapped the scarf and hung it up on the hangar. As she turned back around, she saw Storm looking around his chair at her. "Oh, hi. You're here already, so I guess that means the parents are gone, eh?" She made light conversation as she stepped out of the thick-fabric dress and hung it up next to the scarf. Seemed her clothes were the only ones that fit on the rack, which would make sense due to the fact that Melodi and Lost both had their thick plumage to protect them from the harshness of winter. Only the military drake, Lost, felt the need for any clothes. Purely ceremonial use.

Her feathers and fur were almost all white, save the black stripes an the spots on her wings and plumage, as well as a stripe around her aquamarine eyes. One thing storm immediately noticed was that her breasts had developed a bit since he'd last seen her, a nice set of developing mounds on her chest underneath her plumage. In addition, he could actually see her plump, pink lips between her legs, a symbol of maturity in young hens. She must have just blossomed, a fact that he wished he hadn't noticed. He immediately chastised himself for focusing such a thing - even though it was practically staring him in the face - and carried on with the conversation. "Yep, they left a few hours ago. Practically had to boot them out the door. They're so worried about getting robbed."

Ceylon shook herself off, feathers flaring out as she preened at them, bits of snow falling off her form to melt on the floor. "Don't know why they'd need you, I'm here and I can handle myself." She walked over to Storm and motioned for him to stand. "Come on, get up, you know the rules!"

Indeed, Storm knew the rules they'd set out for each other years ago. She always got a hug, a desperate ploy to nuzzle and preen his feathers. She loved Storm's plumage, it was so much floofier than hers. "Not sure if that's a good idea, Cey." Storm cautioned.

"And why's that? What's wrong with a hug? You afraid of me or something'?" She seemed a little indignant, which was funny because she was standing and Storm was sitting, yet they were both at eye level of one another. She widened her arms and clicked her beak at him, a little aggressively it seemed.

Storm saved his place with a book mark and put the book down on a table, giving her a weak smile. "Cey, I don't really think it's appropriate. Young hen like yourself and me, hugging. I'm sure you understand why, now that you're coming into your body." he looked her up and down, but she wasn't changing her open-armed position.

"Nope, hug. I'm not moving until you hug me."

Storm chuckled and gave in. "Fine, fine, I'll give you a hug." Once he stood up fully, she just seemed so much smaller than he did; her beak only came up to the underside of his plumage.

She quickly jumped into him and nuzzled into his belly. "Hah! I knew I hadn't outgrown hugs yet! Good to see you again!" She held him close and rocked back and forth, a gentle purring emanating from her chest right against the larger drake's crotch.

A little uncomfortable, Storm loosened his grip on Cey - a clear indication the hug was over - and tried to pull away but she wasn't letting go. "Come now, Ceylon, that's enough of a hug now, you're not a kid anymore. Hugs are for kids." Then he added to himself in a nearly silent voice, "and your purring isn't helping." With her in such close vicinity, Storm sampled a familiar, pleasant scent coming from her. A sweet, mature aroma in its preliminary stages emanating from her. While it was a scent that he'd grown used to, it was strange having it come from her, such a young, pert hen.

She gave another squeeze before letting Storm go, hopping over to another chair and plopping her rump down, crossing her legs with her hands on her knee. "So, tell me all about you! What have you been doing to prepare for the season?" She chirped at him, a wide gape-grin across her beak. Her wings flared out just a bit on either side of the back of the chair, ruffling more of the snow off her, wafting more of her scent at him.

Storm sat back down and leaned back, wings folded tightly against his back as he tried his best to not let the sweet aroma tickle him the wrong way; she was only on the cusp of maturity, far too young to be teasing drakes of his age with that smell. "The usual, really. Hunt lots, save it in the cellar, and hope to the gods and skies that the supply lasts until spring. No hatchlings of my own, so I don't need too much meat. How about you?"

"Oh, lots and lots of things. Well, not me personally, but I saw Dad getting lots of deer meat for the winter. Deer isn't bad, but it certainly isn't as good as my favorites: pork and chicken!" She rubbed her belly and laughed.

"Chicken?" Storm snorted. She was a gryphon, after all. "You eat poultry?"

"Why not?" She shrugged, seemingly completely oblivious as to why that might be considered uncouth or questionable. "Tastes good, very sweet compared to beef and venison. Why, what's wrong with that?" She cocked her head to the side with one ear perked up, genuinely surprised.

"Oh, nothing, really. Some gryphons consider it in poor taste to eat poultry. I never really saw why it was a big deal - food is food, after all. I don't really eat it myself, though. More of a beef-eating burd myself." His feathers puffed out as he smiled. "The meat that Drakes eat!"

"Ew."

"What's wrong with beef?"

She faked a gag and lolled her tongue out, pointing down her gullet. "Bloody mess, beef is. My least favorite food. I prefer seeds and berries to beef. Yuck."

Sensing an opportunity to give the young hen a hard time, Storm stood up. "Alrighty then, it is decided! We're having steak for supper!" He walked slowly over to the stairwell that led to the cellar, a smug look on his face.

Ceylon couldn't hold back from jumping up, grabbing his arm and tugging on him to get him to stop. "Don't be a diiiiick!" She whined. "You're just doing that to make me sick! I can cook my own food, you know! Maybe I'll eat some bug-chips or something, gorge myself silly on junk food!"

"Nope, we're having beef. Your parents put me in charge, so what I say goes!"

A deep growl emanated from deep in her chest as her wings and feathers stood on end. "Asshole." She muttered.

Storm swung around and leaned over to match her height, wings spread out and an intensity on his face. "What did you call me?" His voice was a low growl, the vocalization of true anger. Much to his chagrin, being this close to her only amplified the aroma that was slowly filling the room like a thick fog that blanketed his nares.

"Asshole!" She said again, pushing her beak against his with fists balled up and off to the side. "You, Storm, are an Ass Hole. The hole of an ass. Capital A, Capital H. Or maybe a Dick. Capital D, Dick!"

Storm tried to keep his composure, but her retort was too funny and too quick. He felt his eye twitch and his beak tremble for a split second before he broke down in laughter. "Hah! Quick as ever!" He ruffled her head feathers and walked towards the cellar, doing his best to escape her heat scent. "But seriously, what's the hen want for dinner? It's getting around that time, isn't it? Might as well start cooking it."

She clicked and tapped at her beak, wings slowly folding back up tight against her body as she followed. "Something small. Got rats? I could go for some rats! I had a big lunch and don't need much more!"

Storm slipped down the stairs to the cellar. "No rats!" He called up. "How about rabbit! Seems your parents love rabbit, must be two dozen of the little vermin down here!"

"Rabbit works!" She affirmed.

Storm grabbed a couple frozen rabbit carcasses and brought them up the stairs, placing them on a little rack beside the fire to thaw them. They'd need to be skinned before they were eaten, and thawing them beforehand was the best way to loosen the skin. Helped the juices, too. Once thawed, Storm taught her how to skin it and peel the meat off to cook it. Apparently she'd never been taught how to do that before, despite being on the cusp of adulthood!

"Still quite surprised you were never taught how to skin a rabbit. Can you skin a deer or cow or anything else?" He asked, more than a little disappointed in Melodi and Lost's lack of tutorials on a very basic matter of life and death. He tossed his skinned rabbit on the toasting rack.

"I never really needed it." She said, tossing hers next to his, proud of herself. "But I'm glad I know how!"

"Didn't you read a book about skinning prey? You read every other book out there. You're a very bright girl, you know."

Her chest plumage inflated at the compliment. "I know." She couldn't hold back a smile, even though Storm knew she was posturing for him; she was smart, everyone knew it, but she was usually pretty humble about it.

"Well, so what else have you been up to? Haven't seen you for months. How's school? Got a mate yet? You're around that age, aren't you?" He returned to the dining table and invited her to join him as he cupped a mug of warm water.

She sat next to him, head down and beak drooping a bit. "Well, actually, it's rough for me right now. School is fine, but I'm barely there anymore since I learn more from my books than I do in class. I've been making a lot of friends with older boys lately so I'm doing well, but I don't have a mate of any kind, just friends." She let out a deep sigh, purposely avoiding eye contact with Storm.

"Why just friends? Don't have anyone to cuddle with? Beautiful girl like yourself must have a harem of males following you around, especially in..." he paused to cough, partially masking the rest of the sentence, "...uh, this part of your life."

She nodded slowly, a knowing grin spreading across her beak. "You're telling me. Ever since I started changing, filling up, my friends have all been avoiding me, and I'm finding I get sad a lot more. You read about it, your parents warn you, and yet it doesn't prepare you for the intense desires. You know what I'm talking about, right?" Her eyes were soft, hopeful.

Storm offered little more than a brisk nod. "I do, I do. I can imagine it's terrible for your gryphon friends, especially the males, to be around you right now. I remember when I was that age. It was fun, but then it was unbearable until I did something about it. Luckily folks around here have more self control; back in my days, we just took what we wanted and nobody complained!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Heat. Estrus. Your body changes, your breasts swell, and so do, erm, other parts. Changing from a fledgeling to a young hen. The first heat is...it's never fun for a fledgeling lady, but it's even worse for those around her."

"Yeah, I read about that. I'll be making eggs soon, and I my belly tingles a lot." she smiled warmly at him. "I'm so glad I have someone like you to talk to about this, because my parents won't talk to me and most of my friends have been avoiding me other than Vinn. They're all older than me, but most of them are smaller, I guess intimidate them or something. Why are they avoiding me? I didn't see anything about that in my books."

The answer actually was simple: they were afraid what she'd do to them while in heat. How could he possibly convey that information to someone her age without sounding inappropriate? He furrowed his brow as he thought about how to respond to that. "Well, it's simple, really. I think. Uh, they're afraid of you, to be honest." He kept it simple and vague. If she wanted more details, she'd have to ask more specifically.

"Wh-what do you mean by that? Am I ugly?" her beak chattered gently, eyes quivering on the brink of tears. An odd shift of mood for most hens, but not one in her first heat.

He shook his head and laid his warm talon on hers. "No! Not at all, you're beautiful! You're going to grow up into a truly gorgeous hen some day! It's just, well, young males can't really control themselves in the presence of a lady in estrus. The aroma you give off is intoxicating; it takes many years of getting used to it for us drakes to control ourselves. Take me, for example: if I was your age, in your presence right now, I can honestly say you'd be gravid by the end of the week!" He mentally chastised himself for that little declaration at the end, but hoped she'd understand he was talking theoretically.

She pulled her talon out from under his and gave him a steely stare. "Excuse me? What are you trying to say?"

Evidently he wasn't so lucky. He'd need to explain in a bit more detail, a conversation he was hoping to never have. She was well educated for a hen her age, yet she seemed completely oblivious to certain circumstances that come with heat. "Let me explain: when in heat, a gryphon, or any mammal species smell very distinct. Males don't always pick up on it, but it's there, and it does powerful things to drakes and studs of all species."

"So you're telling me I stink?" Her voice was a gasp, she seemed clearly shocked at this revelation.

Storm sniffed at the air gently to make a point. "You don't smell that? Practically the moment you walked in I could tell you were in heat; the aroma is overpowering, like a thick fog filling up your home. You honestly didn't notice, and didn't know?"

Ceylon's cheeks flushed a deep pink as she rested her beak in her arms on the table, taken aback by how she apparently smelled. Her eyes were darting from side to side as she processed this new information. "I, uh, well, um...no! Nobody ever told me that!"

Storm was as shocked as she was. "All the reading you do, and you didn't know about the pheromones you emit? Not only does it trigger some pretty intense stirrings in males, it should also make females get territorial around you. Honestly, it's probably why your mum and dad left for a week. Even fathers have a hard time around a daughter in heat."

She looked like she was about to pout. "Wha? I, um, I can't believe this. So all my friends have been avoiding me because I stink like an old hen?" she sniffled and rubbed her forearm on her cere.

Storm took her hand and held it in his. "No, not at all. Just the opposite! You smell wonderful! It's an intoxicating scent, the aroma of the gods, just, be careful, you know? Tell me, Cey, and know that I ask in confidence and won't utter a word to your parents: Are you a virgin?"

With a certain weakness and vulnerability, she brought herself to lock eyes with her temporary guardian and give a meek nod. "I am, yes. Never mated. It eats me up inside, too! I want it, but I know the consequences."

Storm forced a sidelong grin. "Well, that's good, I suppose. How are you controlling it? What keeps you from just jumping on the first drake you see? Heat is an immensely powerful thing, takes a lot of self control to not let it take over your mind."

"Well, I uh..." She looked away again, pulling her talons away from Storm. "I don't really want to talk about it." Her face was flush with the most intense of blushes.

It wasn't like her to not talk to Storm about pretty much everything. She told him about her first kiss, all the silly things she did as a hatchling, and pretty much anything that came up in conversation. He was her therapist, the listening ear when she went through tough times, so the answer to that question in particular must have been a embarrassing truth.

Storm felt it best to let her come out at any time, and if she was really uncomfortable talking about this very tumultuous transition in her life, he'd leave it be. He knew a thing or two about what it was like to blossom into adulthood, so he could certainly offer her the knowledge of experience having lived through that part of his life decades ago. He also knew that young hens and drakes needed to learn on their own; forcing knowledge on them would invariably invoke rebellion, and he respected and admired Ceylon so he didn't dare force anything on her. "That's fine, if you want to talk, I know pretty much anyone's easier to talk to than a parent. I'll always offer an ear. You know that."

She looked up at him, a weak smile across her beak still. She opened up a bit to speak, but clamped it shut, halting before the sound could escape her gullet. She leaned towards him a second time to try again, but she just couldn't bring herself to say what she wanted to say.

"You okay? Don't force it, hun."

Another awkward silence fell over the room before she finally spoke. "Does it ever end? When does this feeling go away?" Her voice was practically a whisper.

"Well, in a few days or so, it'll subside..."

"No, I mean later, are all heats like this? It's unbearable! I can barely walk without feeling my legs rubbing against me. A cool breeze under my dress and I shudder! I can't even sleep in my nest with a blanket!" She blurted out all at once before clamping her beak shut with her talons, cheeks going rosy from eyes to neck. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Storm laughed a bit, trying but failing to hold his amusement back. "Oh Ceylon, you are in for one hell of a surprise, I'm sorry to say. That's average, and it doesn't weaken at all. If anything it gets worse. Luckily for you, experience will help you control it. Experience and...uh, other things." Now it was Storm's turn to blush a bit. She was a fresh blossom, she didn't need no drake ruining her innocence with tales of debauchery or carnal lust. Wasn't his place to ruin her.

"Other things? Like my wax-stick?" She inquired.

"Wax stick? What the hell's that?"

She tapped her talon on the table and bit her tongue a bit, nervous and a little excited at the prospect of sharing certain personal details. "Yeah. Wax stick. I couldn't use my talons to, erm...relive myself, so I whittled down a thick stick and dipped it in wax. I use that, it helps a bit before I go out, but I, er...." She noticed that Storm was staring intently at her; she was unable to tell if he was disapproving of her confession or just confused. "But never you mind all that. Heh, Just one silly fledgeling - er, I mean hen - over here."

Sensing her embarrassment, Storm tried to reassure her just how impressed he actually was. "That's...actually genius!" he complimented. It wasn't much in the way of reassurance, but it was something.

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, smart really. Creative, unique, and safe. Much better than what most girls do when they first feel their heat bubbling up in them. Most young hens just play with the boys and hope it doesn't lead to an egg! But that, your 'wax stick' is actually really smart! Seriously hun, I'm impressed!" he rubbed her head feathers a bit to further get the point across. There was an image playing in the corner of his mind about her enjoying herself with this wax stick, but he snuffed the thought out before it could grow to a fantasy.

"Oh, well thanks, I guess. I know I can't just lift my tail or anything. I do know all about what happens then. My books were very, very clear on that. I just don't think I'm prepared for eggs. Oh man, gryphon eggs are....it hurts just thinking about them!" She giggled a bit as she crossed her legs, holding her talons about twenty centimetres apart to show how big she expected an egg to be. She wasn't far off. "Yeah, do not want to deal with that nonsense any time soon. My stick is big enough, and that's like, tiny. Had a little blood the first time; scared me until I read up on it and found that was normal."

Storm found himself in a particularly peculiar position again. He had more bad news to break to her but figured that since she was being so mature about it all, he'd just let her know straight up. "I've got some pretty bad news for you, then. You're gonna be laying an egg in a week or two anyway. Like your heat, it's gonna be like that pretty much the rest of your life. Even if it's not fertilized, you'll still be getting an egg every few months."

Her expression went blank and her eyes went dull, wings drooping and ears sagging. "P-please tell me you're j-joking." She stammered.

"'Fraid not, hun. Same as the first heat, the first lay is always the hardest. I hope you have someone to help you through it. Have you talked to your mother about it?"

"N-no. She and I haven't really spoke about it at all." She shook her head slowly, expression still blank with fear and apprehension. Her eyelid and ear twitched at the same time. "Stupid books left that part out."

Melodi was known for being insanely liberal and open about sexuality - how else could she make a marriage work while still occasionally offering Storm the release he needed - so it shocked the drake to know she wasn't giving her daughter the education and knowledge she needed, especially during this time of her life. "Yeah, that's kind of out of character for her. I've known your mother a long, long time and I never thought for a moment she'd just not share that pertinent info!"

Ceylon squirmed in her chair a bit, an action that clearly made her uncomfortable. "I actually don't talk to mom much. Or dad, for that matter. I just read a lot. They actually tried to tell me a lot, but I told them, 'I'll read about it on my own time'. I was such a fool."

"No, Ceylon, you weren't a fool at all. A hen your age is likely to be confused, marred by emotions, and experiencing a lot of feelings of independence. Most anyone your age would do the same thing. The only difference is that your mother respects you, so she trusted your judgement. How's it feel to know you were wrong for once?"

"Honestly? Not good at all, Storm. Not one bit. So what do hens do with the eggs?"

There were a bunch of answers to offer, but Storm opted to go with the simplest answer. "Sell them. Feed them to snakes. A gryphon egg is a delicacy in some areas. If all else fails, you can just toss em in the trash. I know a lot of ladies do that if all other options are out. Some birds just eat the eggs, actually. I've met a few gryphon hens that ate their own eggs; said it helped their aura or something by reinforcing spiritual energy. There are lots of things to do with unfertilized eggs."

Cey gulped and shook her head. "No, I mean the other ones. The chicks. You said many hens just go out and mate their first heat. So what do they do with the resulting eggs if not raise them?" The answer could really only be one thing, but she just needed the confirmation.

That stopped Storm dead. That was a topic nobody liked to talk about, even though there were some pretty heavy things to be discussed. "Do you want the honest truth?"

She nodded.

"Glad to hear you can handle it, I hope. Honestly, same thing as the unfertilized eggs. It's not hard to crack it open and just say it was unfertilized. Feminine byproducts are not something that's openly discussed in public, so you aren't obligated to show your parents your egg before you dispose of it. Cruel, I know, but sometimes that's just the fact of life, especially in the north where prey and supplies are limited in the first place."

Her beak hung open, eyes wide. "R-really? All those hatchlings?"

Storm nodded solemnly. "Yeah. Again, it's not something people like to talk about, but it happens all the time, especially with younger hens like yourself. That's why I'm proud of you for finding an alternative. Granted, it's a temporary alternative, but it's still pretty damn respectable."

"Temporary? What do you mean?"

"Your wax stick. It'll help curb your cravings, but it only lasts a few hours on average, right? I take it you'll use it, then go out with your friends, and have to use it again before going to bed?"

"Y-yeah, how did you know?" She was blushing again.

"Told you, I've seen it all, dear. That's just how it is. Nothing is quite the same as a proper mounting. I just hope you come to terms with it before you do something you might regret later."

Her face went white, the pale blush disappearing from her visage as her ears drooped. "I have to go, I'm sorry Storm, thanks for listening." She got up, kissed him on the cheek, grabbed her cooked rabbit, and headed up the stairs to her own bedroom.

"Alright then. That was interesting."

Storm enjoyed his meal in solitude, nibbling on the cooked meat of the rabbit as he thought about his lengthy conversation about Ceylon's heat-related issues and concerns. Did he go over the line? Was he a little too open? Was he honest enough? Part of him even thought he may have planted some bad seeds in her impressionable mind; all that talk of egg disposal could certainly come across like a sociopath, discarding hatchlings like that.

Sadly, it was just a fact of life living in northern Kerolioa. It just wasn't a viable option to keep and hatch every egg that came out of a hen. There just wasn't enough supplies to feed a family that grew that fast. The world had moved on from a time when the only way to sustain oneself was to have a dozen offspring to run the farm. There were jobs, an economy, traded services now, and everything cost a decent chunk of coin. It would be social suicide to turn into a brood hen at such an age.

On the flip-side, he knew precisely what Ceylon was going through. Well, not exactly, but he'd been around enough fledgeling hens and recently blossomed gryphon mares to know what it does not only to them, but the studs and drakes that lived near them. For a year or more, it was hell. Poor Ceylon had a long, hard road ahead of her, and her books just weren't giving her the insight she needed to make it through. These feelings were foreign to her, and without proper guidance and peer assurance, she was bound to make bad decisions.

Storm settled back into his chair, reading the book he found titled "The Odyssey: A Change of Seasons." He enjoyed the spring section of the book and was now content to read on to Sonnet of Summer. Problem was, he couldn't really concentrate on the story. His eyes scanned past the words on the page but his mind didn't absorb any of what was being read. All he could think about was that poor young hen that he'd seen grow from a chick, finally blossoming yet having no guidance. He wanted to go upstairs and offer encouragement and assurance that things would blow over, but he knew he wasn't to touch her door unless it was an emergency. Sadly, this didn't quality.

Instead, he kept reading his book until he heard a creak coming from upstairs followed by a series of gentle groans in the wood. Best Storm could tell, Ceylon was meekly making her way back to the stairs.

Sure enough, a few moments later he saw her gently padding down to the main floor, hand on the rail, eyes trained on Storm as she stepped on every stair. Her every movement seemed deliberate. Her tail was raised, wings slightly spread and ruffled, and her chest feathers were puffed out, partially hiding her developing bosom.

Storm narrowed his gaze as he watched over the crack of the book, trying to decipher the young hen's actions. He had a few theories but dare not think them aloud. Instead, he tried to return to his book, not wanting to rouse a fuss in her.

His attempt at nonchalance failed miserably as she daintily stepped towards him, high on the pads of her feet with hips swaying and tail swishing. He could see every inch of her form staring straight at him, including the plump, cherry pink lips that poked out from her mound. Normally they'd be hidden beneath fur, but estrus would expose that part of a hen.

"Ceylon, dear? I don't mean to be rude, but would it perhaps be a good idea to put some clothes on?" He suggested, holding his book up to obscure his vision of her lower half. It wasn't usually considered social etiquette for a gryphon to wear clothes most of the time as their private areas were hidden, but when in estrus it was common for them to wear the simplest of dresses or skirts to cover up a bit. In time, most cultures adopted a simple 'cover up most of the time out of the home' rule, or fear letting everyone know you were in heat by the clothes you wear. It was practically a beacon of arousal at one point. That said, it was usually safer and smarter for estrus hens and mares to cover up. It helped mask the pheromones and certainly made it harder to tell who was in heat in a crowded gathering.

"Why? I don't like wearing clothes. I avoid them as best I can, and this is more comfortable for me." She leaned over to grab a book from the shelf, deliberately trying to find something on the bottom shelf so she could bend over as far as she could, tail raised to expose her puffy, pink vulva. It certainly wasn't appropriate for a young hen her age, especially not to posture and pose for a drake such as Storm.

Storm gulped back as he turned to look away, but the image of candlelight dancing on moist, glistening lips stuck in his mind. "I just think it would be better if you put a simple skirt on, Cey. You'll find as you grow that many like to cover up their private parts so random strangers don't see all you have to offer."

Instead of responding, she just waved her rump at him, using the spade-shaped tuft at the end of her tail to fan her sweet scent at him; the burst of tangy aroma was so thick it practically formed condensation on his beak, masking all other smells of her home including the candles.

Storm could feel the blood surge to his member, inflating it within his sheathe. Luckily he was wearing a simple loincloth or she'd have seen his excitement. Storm was a chief, in some respects, he was expected to have all manner of self control and his mounting excitement certainly wasn't going to be proving his dedication ant time soon. He tried to take in a deep, heavy breath to calm himself, but all he could smell was her heat; it was so intense that he could see the steam forming around the cold windows.

"Oh, this looks like an interesting book," She announced as she pulled a text from the bottom shelf then laid belly down on the hard wooden floor in front of him in front of the fire. Her breast could be seen partially squished between her ribcage and the floor, but it was her lower extremities that caught the drake's attention. She was laying down, legs spread just enough for faint hints of light to illuminate her vulva underneath her tail.

Despite his best efforts, he couldn't pry his eyes away. For a young hen, she was developing quite well, and her form was absolutely gorgeous. She had years to go before she grew into her shapely body, but she looked beautiful now. All drakes dreamed of a harem of young hens to cater to their every need, but it was considered a social faux-pas to act on it. Storm had enjoyed plenty of experience with younger hens, but never with one he watched grow up; this just felt wrong.

"Like what you see?" She cooed at him, voice soft as silk as she looked over her shoulder with a sultry wink.

Storm didn't answer; there was no right answer. There was absolutely nothing he could say that would please both he and her without breaking some unwritten code of conduct with the offspring of one's friends. Instead, he proceeded to stare over the top of his book, beak agape.

"I take it that's a yes." She swayed her hips back and forth again, smearing some of her fluids all over the floorboards, the gentle tugs opening a pink slit between her lips.

"S-stop, Ceylon, please." Storm pleaded, closing his book and tossing it over to the table. "You can't do this. This isn't right."

"Awww, big scary chieftain drake can't handle an empowered hen?" She teased, rolling onto her back with one knee up, still spread eagle so that Storm could get a wonderful, juicy look at her form from tailtip to beak.

He blinked, heart racing in his chest. "I really don't think you should be flaunting yourself so unashamedly to me. Beautiful as you are, you, uh, aren't experienced enough yet. I promise."

She slowly closed her legs and sat up, wrapping arms around her knees as her tail flicked idly between her ankles. "Do you not find me pretty?" Her demeanour went from sexually aggressive to a meek, shy, somewhat embarrassed gryph in seconds. Either she was suffering female hysteria or she was just very devious.

"Just the opposite, Cey, you're truly gorgeous. A wonder to look at, I promise. But I really think it'd be in your best interest to hold off a bit on...whatever it is you're doing here." It was good advice. Vague, but good.

"I don't want to wait, Storm. You've been a part of my life as long as I've remembered, and I can't imagine anyone else who I'd rather lose my virginity to. There are no other drakes that have felt comfortable around me all week, you're the only one who talked to me. Isn't that special?"

He crossed his legs to hide the growing bulge, wings flaring out instinctively as he got on the defensive. "It is special; I care about you, really I do. But this is not how someone of your age and someone of my age express their feelings." It pained him to say that; his heart knew that what she was trying to do would only damage their friendship and mutual respect, but his body - most notably his groin - didn't care one bit. That massive, bulbed shaft of his was fighting to be free of his ebon-furred sheathe. It wanted out, and those pheromones she was squirting and wafting his way was making it increasingly difficult to keep his wits about him.

"If you care, why won't you take what I offer you? Your first time is supposed to be special, with someone you truly, deeply care about. I have a lot of friends, but I chose you." She crawled towards him, resting her chin on his knee, faking a purr to help motivate him.

"I just, it's not whether I want to take it, I just can't. You really should lose it to someone closer to your size and age. Look at me, you know enough about mating that the physics...they just don't work. I'm far too large, and even if it was okay and you did offer your virginity to me, I'd be forever killed inside if I hurt you. Cey, I just can't."

Her look went from eager, hopeful, and a little bashful to intense and angry as she got to her feet, looking Storm in the eyes. "Now look here, drake. I am a gods-damned adult now, and I can do whatever I wish with my body."

"An adult? I suppose that is entirely true, at least physically. But don't kid yourself, to most people out there, you're still a fledgeling. You're only barely mature as it is, and with your love for books over the interaction with others, you're still very much an immature bird in there." He pointed to her forehead. "Smart as you are, you're still incredibly young and inexperienced. It would be wrong for me to take advantage of you!"

She growled at him, voice far deeper than he'd have imagined from such a petite gryphon. "How in all of Dalon could this be seen as you taking advantage of me? I'm practically throwing myself at the mercy of your cock, and you're constantly turning me down. If anything, I'm taking advantage of you! Do I need to threaten you with fake tattling or something? Oh Storm, I'll tell my mommy and daddy that you tried to take advantage of meeee!"

Storm clicked his beak and nodded. She was right, but what she didn't realize is that it didn't matter one bit, at least not in the eyes of the public. "That may be true, you are certainly doing all you can to manipulate me with that sweet perfume of pheromones that are emanating from you, but as the grown, mature drake, I'm expected to know better. We can't, and that's final. Now please get back to reading your book!" He hissed and reached around her to pick up The Odyssey: A Change of Seasons from the table in front of him, deliberately pushing her to the side as he did so to emphasize the point.

"I don't believe you." She whispered. "After all that, you shut me out?"

"It's not like that, Cey. A hen as smart as you should certainly understand why I say what I do. Now please give me some room. The aromatic cloud around you is quite appropriately clouding my judgement. Frankly I feel terrible telling you no, especially considering how much I want it....erm, I mean..." His eyes gaped wide open as he realized just how fatal of a mistake in wording he'd just made.

She fell to her knees in front of him, resting her chin on his knee again, breasts displaced around his shin. "Then don't say no. You very clearly want it, same as me. So why in the world would you say no? You said so yourself, nobody needs to know, I can just toss the egg, right?" Her wings slowly spread as hope returned to her.

Gods, it was so insanely taxing to not just bend her over the table and ravish her like she wanted. Storm took in a deep, long breath that smelled of heat before exhaling, a pulsating shudder thanks to his wavering self control. "You're correct, Cey. I did say that, didn't I?"

Her eyes lit up as she sensed her window of opportunity, which she literally grabbed by reaching up under Storm's loincloth to rest her palm on the massive bulge in his sheathe. She didn't rub or do anything wild, she waited to see if Storm pushed her away or protested.

To her delight, he didn't. Instead, he slowly - apparently reluctantly - uncrossed his legs and spread them a bit, giving her easier access.

A few tears welled up in Ceylon's eyes as she looked up at the larger drake and whispered, "Thank you for this. You won't regret it!"

He gave her a stern look as he offered a warning. "Perhaps not, but you just may." Readyto relax and help this young hen out, he gripped at the sides of the chair and let her do her thing, one deep breath after another to maintain his composure.

"Are you okay?" The young hen cooed at him, palm still rubbing gently at his sheathe, claws gently tickling at the fur around it. She flipped his loincloth up onto his belly so she could get a better look at what she was doing. Poor girl gave the sheathe a stroke rather than squeeze, like any knotted creature preferred.

Rather than correct her, Storm gently took her wrist and pulled her arm up a bit so that her finger tip was resting on the opening to his sheathe. He smiled down at her as her eyes went wide with wonder, fingertip gently playing in the pool of slick fluid at the tip.

Her beak opened a bit and the edges of it curled up in a smile as she explored Storm's midsection, talon tips gently scritching at the fur along its length, one palm cupping his balls to feel their weight.

His cock bulged out firm inside the sheathe, none of it poking out, and his jewels were sagging deep and low against the chair as they anticipated action. His musk grew stronger with his loincloth out of the way, a sweetly pungent aroma to blend with hers.

She leaned forward and pressed her beak against the underside of his orbs, letting them hang over either side of her cere as she took in a deep, powerful, long inhalation to sample every bit of scent he had to offer. Her body shuddered and wings fluttered gently as she exhaled, eyes rolling back up into her skull. "Sssstorm! That's ssssoo, I don't know how to describe it! It's delicious but still kinda disgusting. I can't place it. Dislicious! That's what I'll call it, a potent blend of pungent and sweet!"

Storm smiled and laughed, each heave of his body tugging his balls up close to his body, an action that Ceylon found amusing. "Don't joke, dear, it ruins the mood."

She nodded. "Don't make jokes. Shit, I forgot my notepad! I'll just have to remember that one!" She pantomimed writing with a quill on a note book before pretending to toss said non-existent book over her shoulder. "Forgive me, Storm Drake, this is all so very new to me."

Storm grinned and nodded, laughing gently at her joke to show her that he was letting himself get comfortable with this situation.

Sensing his emerging will, she got serious and gently wrapped her claw around his sheathe again, peeling the skin back to show a few inches of his violet-fleshed member, the barbs coming free of the confines of the sheathe one row at a time to splash tiny droplets of fluids all over her beak. She pulled back and shook her head, surprised at the sudden mist of liquid musk on her beak. It truly was a massive sight for her, her fingers didn't even come close to wrapping around its girth. Even both thumbs and forefingers linked just barely made it around with an inch or two to spare! "W-wow! That's absolutely massive! Far bigger than the ones in the text books!"

She gawked at it a moment before pulling the tip down and nervously licking up the thin sheet of webbed fluids that covered the tip, tongue catching gently on the tips of his barbs before pulling away. Upon getting that first taste her face contorted a bit and she stuck her tongue out. "Blech." Despite her apparent distaste, she returned for a second taste, this time without the look of disgust; then another and another until the thick web of gooey precum was gone, leaving his barbed cock tip glistening with her saliva instead.

"You okay?" Storm cupped her cheek with his palm, concerned his taste was a little overpowering for the first-timer.

She looked up at him with a smile. "Yeah, it's nice. Strong, bitter, but still kind of nice. I can't explain it, I want more even though I wouldn't say it tastes all that good." She gave a gentle lick to the tip to emphasize her desire despite not liking the taste. "And really, it's just...so big! I mean, wow! I know you're bigger than me so it's expected, but still, wow!" her eyes and beak were gaped open in awe at the violet-fleshed member glistening in the dancing candlelight. Truly a wonderful sight to behold, especially for her.

"They wouldn't call me Chief without a weapon like that. Part spear, part club!" Storm bragged, chest feathers standing on end in a posturing floof. He was naturally proud of his endowments, and had no qualms with boasting about how skilled he was using it. This was different, though: Ceylon could not get the most use out of what he had to offer. There was no way this was going to be anything less than painful for her. He really, really wished she hadn't coerced him into this, but the more she experimented and played cute with him, the more he'd managed to convince himself it was better for her in the long run.

In the end he was so glad she did convince him to take her virginity. So, so glad. There were some cravings that couldn't be healed by anything less than a tight little hen's pussy, and unlike most of his recent hookups, he actually cared about Ceylon enough to not just force her down on his spear, consequences be damned. It was hard not to think how lucky she was that she opened to Storm instead of some other, less caring drake. Then again, she really should have picked someone closer to her own age and size, because there was no way to go about slipping into her without hurting the poor virgin.

Ceylon slid more of Storm's sheathe back over his length, feeling the bulge of his member in her palms as she gave a gentle rub. Deep down she knew just how unpleasant it was to touch herself with coarse fingers and talons, so she was very careful not to snag his flesh as she pulled it down towards her. With a hint of hesitation, she opened her beak and slowly descended over the throbbing member, not really sure how to continue.

"Whoa, hold up darlin'" Storm gently pulled her head up, releasing his member from her beak, careful to not let her hooked tip touch his length at all. "Not sure if you're ready for that, just yet Ceylon. Takes a lot of time to learn how to give a beakjob."

She licked her beak a bit. "Really? My friends told me it was the best way to please your mate without worrying about pesky eggs. Every drake wants it, don't they?"

Storm chuckled. "Well, yeah of course they do. But trust me, you do not want to get your beak involved for your first time. Not with me. The tongue was nice, feel free to use that more; but no beak, not until you've had a bit more practice."

She blushed and looked down, staring at the massive purple member in front of her. "I-I want to practice on you..."

He cupped her lower beak and made her look up at him. "And I appreciate it. Just not today, Cey."

She nodded meekly and ruffled her wings, leaning forward to get another lick, forked snakelike tongue's end prongs sliding up either side of his shaft, tickling him from sheathe opening to the rim of his barbed tip, cooing and purring as she did so. Despite her complete and utter lack of experience handling a drake, she knew a few tricks that he wasn't expecting out of her, so that was a pleasant surprise.

"hnnngph! Good girrrl, Ceylon!" He trilled as he laid his head back against the rest, legs spread and talons on the arm rests of the chair, idly pushing his hips up into her tongue. "Where did you lean that?"

She sucked her tongue back into her beak and chirped happily at him. "Nowhere! I just kinda thought it would feel good! I know how the rumblings of a train can tickle me just right, I figured I could emulate that with my purr!"

"Very good, please don't stop." he urged.

She was very happy to hear she was doing well, so she opened up again and rubbed her tongue against his shaft for a second time, the pointed tips sliding south to enter his sheathe alongside his knot. Surprised, she pulled her tongue back out and rubbed at the twin bulges still inside the sheathe. "What's this?" she asked, poking and prodding at it.

Storm didn't quite know how to answer, so he opted to show her by using his talons to force the sheathe down over his knot, exposing the twin bulbs with a juicy pop. A gentle trickle of his fluids oozed down the side of his girth to moisten the rim of his sheath around its neck. "Does that answer your question?"

She stared gape-beaked and wide eyed at it. "Th-that is...you think THAT is going in me?" She cupped each side of it, her dainty fingers failing to cover even half of his bulges.

"No, this was your idea. I tried to warn you, but it's too late now. As a hen, you are expected to finish what you started. So, carry on." Storm pointed at the tip of his cock as a small bead of precum dribbled out the end of it, trickling down its underside to rest in the crook between knot bulges.

Ceylon whimpered a bit, beak trembling. "I d-don't think that's going to work, Storm. Even though I want it so, so badly." She grabbed a hold of the shaft with one hand, her other slipping down between her legs to tickle at her engorged lips. "I mean, hnnngph...." She paused as she gave herself a gentle rub, "You may be right about the size thing, I just don't see this working. Can I just, you know, play a bit?"

Storm looked down over his body and cocked his head at her. Where did her enthusiasm go? She was so rearing to go just minutes before, now she was scared? Regardless, Storm was not the type to force himself on a young lady, so he nodded, hoping she had what it took to give him the release that was building up in his nethers; had she not, he would not enjoy the following week around her one bit. "Go ahead, Cey, have fun. It's yours to play with." He gulped heavily, still using all his willpower to not let her intoxicating aroma unleash his more feral side. His nethers tingled in familiar desire, he knew it was only going to take one wrong move for her to trigger him if he didn't finish up soon. Much as he hated to do it - to waste an opportunity - he relaxed as best he could to perhaps encourage the flow of seed, to finish his self off through sheer willpower.

Ceylon certainly didn't like to miss an opportunity either. Like Storm, she needed to get off more than anything and may have had a deeper, stronger desire than he did, even if she had no idea how to satisfy it. The little gryphon hen put all her heart into pleasing that cock of his while she rubbed at her own lips, gradually descending into a carnal lust. She held onto her bashfulness in between strokes of her tongue, blushing every time she made eye contact with the fierce-gazed drake she was trying to please.

Storm recognized this behaviour, he knew precisely what was going through her head. She wanted it - nay, needed it - but she was too shy to take it. She wanted to please him so she could get her release, but she didn't know how and was too scared to just take what she needed. Problem was, She knew and he knew that this kind of thing took time. Perhaps a tongue or digit to loosen her up. She used a stick covered in wax and said even that was a little painful, yet Storm's member was bigger than her forearm, and his knot was already fully formed. There was no way to not hurt her on the quest to prepare her for womanhood.

Coming to that dreaded realization, Storm opted to sacrifice his own climax (and the inevitable blue balls that would follow) to help her get off. She needed it more than he did, and she was just so damn eager! Look at her, licking at his shaft, rubbing his balls, and nuzzling into his sheathe! She looked kind of silly - first timers always did - but she seemed to genuinely be enjoying it!

"Come here." Storm huffed, curling a talon up in a 'come hither' motion.

She stopped slobbering over his sheathe to look up at him, eyes soft and wide. "W-what? Am I not pleasing you?" She asked.

Storm offered a solemn nod. "You are, but I need to please you, first. I am a gentleman, after all. So hop up, get on my lap." He patted his knee gently.

She nuzzled into his palm a bit before obeying. She crawled up over the side of the couch to straddle his hips, a gently whimper or meep escaping her beak every time her knee or palm slipped just a bit. It was the shy indicators of insecurity, she really had no idea what she was doing, and it was cuter and sexier than any of Storm's previous partners. Her legs were spread, knees resting on either of Storm's thighs as his cock bobbed and rubbed against her belly fur. She looked him in his eyes and gave a weak, sideways smile. "I guess now or never, right?" She cooed nervously. She couldn't decide if she was excited or worried. "Please be gentle, I know you will." She leaned into his chest floof and wrapped her arms around his powerful shoulders, preparing for him.

But Storm had different plans than she was expecting. She wasn't ready for his member, not even close. Instead, he reached down between her legs and pressed his middle and forefinger talons against her lips, feeling their heat and moisture. He gave a gentle rub up and down the slit to find her clit, applying a gentle bit of pressure on either side.

Her body convulsed in pleasure as she moaned into his chest, hips bucking and trying to sit on his digits, attempting to force him into her. "Yes, right there, Storm...do it!" She whispered.

Storm could barely hear her words, but he could read her body language. He curled a finger up to slide in between her lips and enter her, only to find that she was very clearly still a virgin. No blood, but her entrance was so tight he could barely get in past the knuckle!

Regardless, she whimpered and spread her legs, pushing back as best she could as his talon slipped into her. The hen's untouched walls clamped down, quivering in delight as they felt flesh inside them for the first time. Ceylon's beak opened for some vocalization, but all that came out was a strained squeak followed by a clacking chatter as her whole body shuddered.

He felt a little bad for the needy hen; he wasn't even rubbing or curling up to apply pressure on her buttons, his talon was just kinda inside, resting to let her get used to it. She was doing more work than he was and she was barely moving, save the occasional jerking motions as she twitched in delight. Her canal was tiny, barely able to fit even his finger - though to be fair his digits were quite thick and powerful compared to most drakes.

"More." She whispered into his ear, grasping idly at his chest fur. "I want more!" her voice rose from a nearly inaudible mumble to a low growl.

"W-what?" Storm stammered as he pulled his finger out of her, a few drops of her hot estrus juices splattering on the soft flesh of his ball sack. "Are you sure?"

She reached down and grabbed his hand, manipulating it to aim back at her puffy mount and rub her. "Two, please!"

Storm hesitated, but her insistence was powerful and she seemed committed to her desires. He certainly wasn't one to say no to an eager hen. He focused his gaze right in her beautiful blue eyes and placed a hand on her shoulder to hold her in place as he walked his talons up and down either side of her slit to tease her. She was literally dripping anticipation onto his palm, so he smeared her fluids up on her vulva and forced a finger into her, her walls shuddering in delight, tightening up as he slipped in. He was just going to rub and get it over with, but she wanted more, so he slipped a second in with it; ring finger and middle finger. His palm was curved up around her mound, trapping any fluids that dribbled out her opening.

Ceylon let out a gentle gasp as his second talon slipped between her lips, burrowing her beak into his neck to stifle a moan. She pushed her hips down as her tail raised, tip flicking in the damp room's air. Her wings gradually spread out from her back as her muscles tightened around his digits, lower beak trembling as her claws tensed up to grab a tuft of Storm's chest floof. Her whole body was in conniption fits as her canal throbbed around him.

Storm grinned a sly grin as he nuzzled into her neck, preening at her feathers as his fingers continued to tickle at her throbbing passage, each one pressing and rubbing in a bicycling motion against her front wall.

Natrually, it took her nearly no time to let out a long, wailing, high-pitched howl as her tail straightened and wings exploded outward, back arched as she pushed down on Storm's palm, fluids gushing out between his digits to soak his balls and inner thighs. Her muscles tensed up so tight they actually forced him out of her with a wet pop. She immediately collapsed on him as her pleasure hit its plateau, her form jerking intermittently in an orgasmic spasm before collapsing in a heap of fur, feathers, and weak gasping chirps.

Her form pressed Storm's cock against both of their bellies, smearing his lube all over the two of them, inadvertently marking her as his. His sheathe, balls, and every inch of his nethers were soaked in hen fluids, and it made the aroma of her estrus all the more intense. His member had weakened and grown partially flaccid - as he was focusing more on her pleasure than his own - and his knot had all but disappeared from the base of his length to leave him with what looked like one bulging shaft. He could already feel the discomfort of dissatisfaction welling up in his orbs.

"More." He heard Ceylon mumble, a meek whisper choked out between ragged breaths.

Decidedly shocked and confused, Storm chirped. "Bwuh? What? Say that again?"

Her form trembled a bit as another shock-wave surged through her. She pushed off his chest to look at him, beak gaped and tongue lolling out a bit. "More. I want more, Storm." She leaned into him to touch beaks, tongue snaking out to tickle his. "I still crave a mating..."

He grabbed her shoulders and held her at arm's length, ear tuft raised as his head cocked. Storm took a long, sensual sniff of the aromas between them - the musk and heat - and his cock twitched back to life again, straightening on his belly to have its tip prod at her chest. His hand was still soaked in her fluids when he went to rub his beak, thinking about what to do next.

Unfortunately for her, this subtle action on his part sealed her fate. As his heat-drenched talons smeared her fluid all over his beak, the scents and the carnal instincts they triggered got the foothold they needed to control him. As soon as he inhaled the powerful pheromones that were emanating from the wet spot in front of his cere, his eyes narrowed and the corners of his beak turned up in a devious grin. "Oh, I'm sure we can work something out, Cey." His voice was almost sinister.

His hands wrapped around her torso and slid their way down to her hips, claws tickling underneath her fur as they descended. Both talons slipped to under her thighs and once they got a good grip he dug his claws in and lifted her up, sliding her rump up over his cock so that her pussy was in the air just below his beak, legs spread for easy access. Her wings flared out for balance on Storm's legs as she let out a surprised yelp.

"Hey, careful!" She protested. She looked like she was about to protest more, at least until she felt Storm's hot breath whispering over her sensitive lips. Her prospective protest muddled into a moan as her feathers stood on end. "Or, okay, this is fine, too." Her talons folded up on her chest as she cooed gently, eager to see what Storm had in mind.

But really, Storm wasn't thinking straight. Now, all that was left of his sentient mind was a sliver of awareness that was unable to control his body. He had the senses and mind of a hunter, and that injection of pheromone mist direct to his nares flipped a switch in him. He could see every ridge and bit of texture on her slit, including the throbbing of her mound in time with her rapid heartbeat. The dancing of the candlelight reflected off her moist flesh, so he found his target and swept in for a kill, tongue darting out of his beak to plunge between her folds, tasting all she had to offer.

Her flesh was pure heat, both in season and temperature. It practically squirted steam up onto his beak and the walls of his mouth as his tongue explored her. He could feel her muscles tensing and releasing as she balled up fists, curled toes, and shuddered in delight. Once he'd properly sampled her flavors, he sucked his tongue back up and nuzzled at the sides of her mound, nibbling at the flesh and fur there, preening and straightening as he did so.

Ceylon let out a gentle, long-winded whimper as her desire mounted. She wanted his tongue back in her, but it was clear by the distressed look on her face that she didn't quite know how to demand such a thing in the heat of the moment, so she continued to whimper and buck her hips up into his beak, hoping he'd return his tongue to her depths. A simple desire, perhaps, but certainly not a misplaced one.

With talons still clutched around her thighs near her rump, Storm brought his thumb up to either side of her mound and pinched down, prying her lips apart to open her up, a hot burst of air escaping her folds to coat his nares. Delicious. He could see her writhing down below, a flush of pink spreading from cheeks to neck as he exposed her depths; it was the deepest kind of bashfulness she could possibly express, and it only drove him wilder. It required little more than a minor shift in position for him to rub the crest of his beak against her tiny, underdeveloped little clit as his tongue darted in and out of her. Every motion he made forced her to tense up her muscles, closing her narrow gape down on him, nearly forcing him out.

"S-sssss-stormmmm!" She cried out, body rocking upwards into his face as she threw her head back. She wanted more, that warmth, that juiciness, it wasn't anywhere near enough for her hungry slit, and Storm knew it, too.

He let out a deep growl as he pushed her down over his body, leaving her resting between his legs with his cock poking up between them, the bulbs of his uninflated knot gently pressing out against her inner thighs.

She let out a giggle, each movement in her body releasing a gentle trickle of fluids from her opening to soak the base of his length. "H-heh. Hehe...ooooh! Storm, wow! That toooooonge!" She splayed out her arms and legs both, letting her form melt over the sides of the drake and the chair they sat in. The young hen couldn't help but smile as a deep rumbling purr came over her. The weight of the cock poking up from between them made it collapse onto her belly, so she grabbed it and gently stroked her palms up and down its sides. "Oh, that's just....gods and skies damn it, what have I been missing?!"

Rather than respond with an answer, Storm let out a deep growl as he grabbed her by the shoulder and picked her up to an upright position, his fierce look and powerful manhandling of her injecting her with a dose of fright.

"Oooh, hey, Storm, calm down a bit, will you?" She giggle-panted, still exhausted from the drake's tongue-lashing.

Still in a carnal mood, he lifted her up and spun her around so that her back was to his belly, his cock tensing up to slap against her mound and belly. He growled at her as he wrapped his talons around her thighs, digging in deep as he lifted her up so that her hind paws would rest on his legs. The carnal drake buried into her neck and nibbled at her, nuzzling and preening as he did so.

The feeling of beak on her neck and the breath of his tickling her feathers sent a long, drawn out shiver down her spine and through her tail and back up again. Her nethers swelled again as that familiar tingling sensation reared itself into her lower abdomen. She let out a chirp that stuttered into a whimper as she leaned back into him, rubbing her cheek against his, whispering in his ear. "Is this how a drake treats a hen? I-I think I l-like it...I think I like it a lot!" She couldn't help but bounce her hips downward, rubbing her mound and the peak of her lips to smear her dripping fluids down his shaft. His barbed tip caught and tugged at her belly fur as she pressed against it, so she grabbed it and rubbed her lips up and down its length.

She absolutely adored the warmth and texture of it, from the gliding smoothness of the shaft to the prickly, stimulation of his barbed tip poking at her engorged flesh. Her pleasure was visible as her breaths jerked in ragged gasps and her body undulated from breast to belly. She reared her head back in a series of whimper-groans, the pleasure just on the verge of exploding again.

The drake's instincts were still there, a powerful motivator guiding his actions, especially his cock. His position on the chair may have not been ideal, but he did manage to clench his muscles just enough to thrust his hips forth, further accenting the gentle strokes of her lips that were sliding up and down his shaft. At the cusp of each thrust, his muscles tensed to flare out his barbs, catching on her moist flesh, an added stimulation to the sides of his cock as the lips that wrapped around his girth just barely managed to catch.

"Well, Ceylon? Go ahead, I think you're rrrready!" Storm growled, a sinister hiss and trill of a gryphon drake.

Her blush cleared right up and her skin went pale. "I-I'm not so sure I can." She cupped the underside of its head and tried to wrap her fingers around it but failed miserably. She pressed the shaft against her mount to test its thickness, which was clearly too wide for her tight opening.

"Of courssse you can, my darling hen. You'd be amazed at how capable a gryphon'sss body isss when in heat. Don't be afraid of your needsss, Cey. You wouldn't crave it if you couldn't take it!" he bucked his hips up again as she held it to her slit, the tip poking at the underside of her firm little button of a clit.

She whimpered a bit as her breathing grew labored. She was starting to get nervous again at the prospect of feeling that massively thick javelin of a cock splitting her in half. "Storm, I really don't think I should. This has been fun and all, but-"

Storm cut her off mid-sentence as he grabbed his length and aimed the tip at the underside of her mound, the barbed tips flaring out to snag at her tender, moist flesh as he held her in place, other hand firm on her hips to force her down. His pointed tip stabbed into her, barbs splaying out to keep her from pulling off!

"OW! Oowowowooww! Stoooooorm, stop!" She tried to push off his legs, but his talon on her hip kept her from moving and even the slight wiggles and jerks caught the barbs on her canal, the pain urging her to keep still. Her lower beak trembled as she wept gently. "Wh-what are you doing, Storm? This isn't like you!" There was a dull pain as he jerked up again, another centimetre or two of his cock slipping into her. She could feel his throbbing mass pressing out against her walls, stretching her muscle with a burning friction that felt like it dried her up. This wasn't fun anymore, she felt violated! Her wings extended, trying to push away from Storm, but he held her too tight for her relatively fragile form to resist.

A flicker of remorse flashed across Storm's visage as he leaned into her neck, a powerful growl rumbling form his chest against her wings. He nuzzled up to her cheek and held her in place, "My apologies, Cey. Trust me when I say I wish it could be different, but I assure you it'll feel amazing soon. A little bit of pain - well, a lot of pain - but once you get past it, you'll thank me. Do you trust me?"

She whimpered as her beak trembled, looking down over her form to see the un-inflated bulbs of his monstrous knot hanging beneath her. Her legs grew a little weak but she stopped herself from collapsing on the spear of flesh that was jerking up into her, fractions of an inch at a time. Not a thrust or anything, just a bit deeper every few seconds for the barbs to flare out, keeping it from slipping out. She really didn't know what to make of the situation, other than that she really wished she'd taken his advice and played with her stick or invited Vinn over instead. Anything but this beast of a gryphon drake. The young hen couldn't answer, so she clamped her beak shut and trembled in fear of what was to come.

"No? I'm sorry to hear that, Ceylon. I really am." He wrapped his talon around her neck to keep her beak up high, rendering her unable to look down. "I promise, once your body adjusts, this will be a wonderful feeling. The first penetration is always - and I mean ALWAYS - the most painful. Usually the only painful one. Just be glad I'm going slow instead of most drakes who would force you down and force it all in at once." His words remained reassuring, but his voice was silky and low, oddly sinistry. It was hard to trust him.

She felt like she was about to be split in two; the calm sensual heat of her estrus had been replaced with the aggressive, painful heat of friction brought on by his girth. What started as a simple play period to ease her into adulthood turned into what could best be described as genital torture. She wasn't having even the slightest bit of fun and not a single jolt of pleasure tickled her nethers. Storm just kept a hand on her neck and the other on her hip, slowly forcing her down like some sort of medieval execution until the tightness at her opening breached the bulge halfway between tip and knot, followed by a deep, powerful lurch as she fell right down the other half onto his twin orbs! Clearly she was tightest right at the opening, for once his thickest bulge slipped past that, the rest practically fell into her, the pressure sucking it in! Other than the first few centimetres, she actually felt like she could accommodate much more than was being forced into her.

The pain was like a hot poker stabbing into her belly, a deep, dull burn expanding from deep within her, lips puffy and red with exertion. His pointed tip was stabbing at her back wall and it clearly wasn't going any deeper, even though her engorged lips were resting atop his still-flaccid knot. Her eyes were squeezed shut as a tear rolled down her cheek; beak clamped shut and body shuddering as it tried to not let the massive member do so much as shift a fraction of an inch inside her. She feared what it would do to her if any more slipped into her or what would happen if those barbs splayed out and scraped at her walls all the way to her lips.

This moment, right as her lips pressed against the lobes of his knot, she decided she would never ever mate again. If it was this painful, it wasn't worth it. She'd rather deal with the aches and desires of heat then this torture. "Okay, Storm. I'm sorry I talked you into this. Can we just finish up and pretend it never...." She stopped in the middle of her thought as a peculiar sensation washed over her lower torso. Much to her delight, she found the pain subsiding. As she initially slid down his length, it felt like someone had stabbed her with a knife and sliced her open, followed by shoving a hot poker in there, but now it just felt warm, comfortable. It wasn't particularly pleasant, nor did she feel like rubbing herself to climax, but the absolutely massive shaft that was resting and throbbing in her nethers felt comfortable.

It felt right.

"W-what's happening?" She stammered meekly as she pressed her palm on her lower belly, feeling the thick girth that was inside her.

Storm slowly released his hand from her neck and other hand from her hips, nuzzling into her affectionately as his throbbing tip rest at the entrance to her womb, spewing bits of pre-seed into her canal to lubricate her cervix. He knew every little thing that was happening, and needed to convey this to Ceylon to show that he wasn't just being violent with her. His barbs retracted gently as he pulled back, leaving her with an empty feeling. "This is the natural course of gryphon mating, Ceylon. The first time hurts a lot, until the pressure and pain pops one of the glands responsible for pain management in your loins. Once you've crossed the threshold, your arousal comes with a dose of natural painkillers that turn pain to pleasure."

She gasped again as his thickness retracted from her tight canal, not quite enough lube to ease the retraction. Ceylon was smart, she picked things up pretty easily and she did remember something about pain reception and chemicals in the blood, but she always thought it referred only to laying an egg, not to the mating process. That bit of familiarity consoled her a bit. "I, well, I guess that makes sense. But if that's the case, why didn't you just tell me in the first place? Why'd you have to do that to me? And hurt me? You could have warned me!" She went to turn and smack his beak, but the slight movement made her lose footing and almost fall down onto his length, and would have if he hadn't quickly got both talons under either rump cheek to keep her from doing so.

Storm gave a devious smile and nuzzled into her again, preening her feathers as he held her hovering on his member, knot still resting gently on her parted lips. "I do apologize for that, sometimes the feral side gets the better of me. I really don't feel I have much control. I can feel it bubbling up again, but this time, you're more prepared. I warn you right now, the next step is just as hard, but it's also the last step. So, I apologize in advance."

She smiled and nuzzled back, twisting her body gently to give him a beak-nuzzle. Both wings flopped to the same side as she did. "And what's that?" She extended her legs a bit to rise up off his member, feeling more of it slip out of her until only the tip was inside, a gush of mixed fluids spewing out to splatter on the bulbs of his knot and the sheathe squished flat around the base of it all. Every inch of it sent waves of pleasure up from her core to set her feathers on end. Her grimace faded into a dopey grin and her eyes narrowed as a sense of bliss overtook her. He was certainly right, it got better quick, and feeling the massive girth throbbing between her lips was precisely the fulfilling experience she had been craving, even though she couldn't possibly have known what she craved before.

He held her and stopped her from pulling any farther off him; his cock was growing cold and needed her heat again. He released her and let her weight slide her down his shaft a second time, lips parting with greater ease this time as his smoothe shaft slipped into her. She'd asked him a question, but he wanted to let her feel the pleasantries of the shaft before introducing her to his club.

Ceylon's beak gaped open and trembled in delight - her tongue lolling out as it did so - as she chirp-gasped with every sudden jerking movement. Up she went, leaving her feeling empty and needy until only his tip was inside her, so she could sit back down on it, relishing the stretching as his girth slipped into her and her spread lips splayed out around the bulbs of his knot. She knew what was coming next, but she still opted to enjoy a few more strokes before she let him introduce it to him. Up and down she went, slowly at first, but building speed, power, and momentum with each stuffing.

She took in long, deep breaths as she slowed down her bouncing, timing her inhalations with penetrations and exhalations with withdrawals. It was an oddly meditative synchronicity she didn't actually expect to make the experience that much sweeter, but it did. After enjoying another slow, deliberate penetration, she felt she might have been ready for step two. "So Stormy, what's step two? What have you got in store for this hen?" She looked over at him with a devious smile, which he mimicked.

Storm knew she knew, there was no way she couldn't know, but he still told her with the most devilish of beaky grins as she pulled up off his length, leaving his preliminary seed to escape her now-tender and loose lips all over his length and legs. He grasped at the back of her thighs to hold her at that height as he leaned in to warn her of her impending impalement. "That, my dear, would be a knot. Are you ready?"

Ceylon offered only a single, gentle nod as her expression weakened. She thought she was ready, she felt ready, but she was also anxious to see just how ready she was. Her lips were coming to accommodate his member with ease now, but that knot, that would be a task and a half.

"Are you absolutely sure you're ready?" Storm asked again, his voice wavering to a passionate, humble bird. He, too, was worried about what was about to come.

She nodded again, slower and fuller this time to make it clear she was ready.

"Then forgive me." He let go of her hips and let her control her descent for a moment before grabbing her neck and hip again, claws digging in as he bucked his hips up and pushed her down. Every inch of his shaft plunged into her remarkably tight but malleable depths as her lips pressed against the top of his knot, barbed tip tickling at the opening to her womb. But it wasn't enough, no, he needed her tight opening clamped around the base of his knot if he was to enjoy a proper climax.

The added pressure and the smells emanating from the in-season gryph triggered a second relapse into carnality and his grip grew incredibly tight, claws puncturing through fur and feathers into skin as he forced her down. Inside, his cock bent a bit, as her cervix wasn't yet open enough to let him in, but the feral drake in him didn't let that slow him down. Another buck of the hips and a bite on her neck, and he felt her tender opening part just enough for the tip of the bulb of his knot to squeeze into her. He was so close, she was almost able to take him!

Ceylon clamped her beak shut and practically held her breath as the larger drake held her in place and forced her down on his knot. It hurt, sure, but she worried the talons in her neck and leg were doing more damage than the knot that was compressing to slip between her folds. She had read about this part, she knew what she was expecting, but it was a far grander lurch of pleasure and pain all at once than she ever could have imagined.

Both Cey and Storm let out a howl of delight as the thickest part of his bulging, throbbing knot slipped through her lips, the rest of it popping in with ease as the inward pressure forced his barbed tip to puncture through to her womb and splay its barbs out. Both were a touch uncomfortable for a moment, as Storm felt her confines to be restrictive and entirely too snug, and she felt a deep discomfort as her womb was penetrated, a stretching sensation on par with his initial penetration of her virgin hole, but oddly muted due to the pheromones that flooded her nethers.

Once she felt his bulbs begin to expand inside her, pressing out against her trembling, abused walls, she began to pant heavily, trying to regain her composure. "Is...is that it? Is there anything left to do?" she managed to get her question out between ragged gasps as she rubbed at her lower belly, feeling the crest of his knot throbbing and expanding inside her. It grew, and throbbed, and grew some more; it started to get a bit painful, then it grew some more. She could actually see her belly expanding like she was gravid, and that's when she got a little worried.

"How big...." She grunted, only to feel the pressure build just enough to take her breath away. "How much bigger?!" She leaned over and leaned on his knees, knot still growing inside her, filling her up far wider than she ever imagined. Her breaths grew panicked and her eyes started darting back and forth as her mind raced with ideas of how to escape this trap!

Storm's powerful arms wrapped around her as he lifted her up, holding her in place and cooing into her ear as he hugged her from behind. "Easy Cey, Easy. Shhhhh shh, sh!" His knot was still swelling, but with a slowed growth. Her tight, virgin canal was about ready to burst and he knew it, but he was expecting her to stretch a bit more once inside. It almost felt, to him, like her passage was hugging him so tight he actually couldn't grow to max girth, which was completely strange to him; gryphon hens were known for their malleable flesh when in heat. He'd known many who could take him with ease, two of him if in heat. Poor Ceylon was just too young, too small, and too tight.

Her panicked gasps slowly calmed as she closed her eyes and her body grew accustomed to the bulging mass inside her. She really wished it was just an egg, she could pass that easily after this behemoth of a knot throbbed about like it owned her birth canal! The crook of her beak curled up as she thought about her joke, and she opened her eyes to see Storm's amber gaze fixated on her.

The two stared at each other as Storm laid back in the chair, getting comfortable with her tied to him. He didn't say a word, as he didn't feel it was needed. He could feel his balls tensing up to release spurt after spurt of thick, gryphon seed into her womb, inflating it alongside her bulging belly. She looked and felt gravid with him inside her.

She sidled up to him, legs spread to keep from twisting the knot inside her as she brought her talons up to idly grasp at Storm's inviting chest plumage, nuzzling into it at the same time. It was like a pillow to her. "Thanks so much for this, Storm. You're a true friend." She cooed into his ear, eyes fluttering shut, enjoying the pressure of a distended belly.

He held his talons wrapped around the underside of her bloated torso as he churred gently. "I'm sorry I... didn't warn you ....about it. Sometimes I...well, you know..." His thoughts trailed off as he barely grunted through each spurt of cum that tensed up his torso muscles to fill her with more hot gryphon seed. He appeared to be drifting off to sleep.

Ceylon was feeling it was about time she did the same thing. She closed her legs and crossed them at the knee. Folding her talons on her chest. "So Storm, when will you untie me?" She asked. It hadn't occurred to her until her cravings felt satisfied that she thought to ask.

He mumbled a bit as he brought his hands up to hug her tight from behind. "Overnight...I suppose Cey. Better get comfortable."

Her eyes grew wide and one twitched as she let that sink in. "Excuse me....Overnight?"

Storm fell asleep an hour or so after that, comfortable knowing he'd helped her experience all she needed to prepare her for a drake her size and age. Part of him remained immensely proud that he'd actually insured she'd never, ever feel pain again. It hurt him to spring that shocking stab of pain upon initial penetration of her virgin canal, but it was the lesser of two evils, having the more experienced drake coaching her through it all rather than her accidentally end up with a well endowed stallion that only surprised her with pain and didn't offer the comfort Storm had.

It was hard for him to sleep that night, since the young hen's birth canal was much more snug than he was used to, so it was rather constricting. It didn't help that her minor discomfort caused her to shift idly about on his chest all night, unable to get a comfortable spot. His knot remained deep inside, and couldn't really rotate inside her so she couldn't even roll onto her side or belly to wrap her arms around him.

In retrospect, he wished she'd ridden him looking him in the eye rather than the way she had. That certainly would have made her sleeping position far nicer.

In the middle of the night, once the candles had burned out and only the scorched embers of the fireplace remained crackling, a gentle chirp, gasp, and whimper set coming from Ceylon woke Storm up. Upon waking, he found his knot was actually incredibly uncomfortable, the pulse of his heart feeling like pressure in his bulbs rather than pleasure, and that dull throbbing pain stole the rest of his climax from him.

The displeasure allowed his knot to slowly deflate inside her, releasing a stream of fluids to splatter all over him, the released pressure letting his length slip from her depths in one wet lurching pop. She didn't wake, but he could hear her moaning gently as his member slipped from her confines, leaving her empty and gaping as a steady stream of cum dribbled out over the underside of her tail to pool in and around his orbs.

Free of his organic bondage, she rolled to her side in the fetal position, one claw between her legs to tease idly at her sopping wet, puffy lips. Her new position was perfect to use the thick down of Storm's chest plumage as a pillow, and she slept soundly the rest of the night in that position, Storm's powerful arms wrapped around her to hold her close.

At the time, all he could think about was just how much of his musk he'd be leaving in the fabric of this chair. He hoped he could convince them he was pleasuring himself only, but there was a scent of estrus gryph-hen as well, so he had to think up some sort of explanation. That certainly wouldn't get any easier a week or two down the line when she laid her first egg and her parents would want to see what it was like.

Independant as Ceylon was, parents were nosy with things like this.

Luckily, he had a week to help her work out the details of her impending complications, and he really, truly cared about how she ended up. Young hen just wanted to feel what it was like to lose her virginity, not be split in half by a drake as well endowed as Storm.

The next morning, as the sunbeams blasted in through the window to illuminate drake and newly-christened hen, Ceylon stirred on her drake, waking from her slumber with a stretch and a yawn.

"Aaawrrr! Okay, good morning....Storm?" She propped herself up on her arms to look down at the drake she'd been sleeping on. She was going to ask why or how, but the details of the night before came flooding back, and a gentle smile spread across her beak. She gave him a brisk kiss and a purr. "Thanks for all that, Storm. Really. I feel like a whole new hen now." She hopped up off him and waddled back over to the kitchen to get a drink.

Storm didn't want to say anything, but he could see a trail of his remnants dribbling down her inner thigh. "So, um, feel any better?"

Her tail flicked back and forth as she looked over her shoulder. "You damn right! No desire at all! I feel refreshed, if a little bloated." She laughed. "Truth be told, I kinda wish the desire was still there, it'd be fun to have another round!" One last wink before she turned away.

Storm chuckled as he got to his feet, stretching as the lubrication from his sheathe dribbled down onto his balls, the loincloth covering his junk again. He thought to himself about how easy it would be to convince her to go another round. After all, all it took was a kiss, one touch and she'd be turned on.

Sometimes hens were just the best, and Ceylon had blossomed into one of his favorites. He was certainly going to enjoy the following week if she had her way with him again.