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There was an immense pressure put on her burgeoning womanhood as Storm's massive knot pushed up into her, both of the drake's palms wrapped around her tiny shoulders for added weight. She could feel the solid upper rim of it pressing against her lips and squeezing the flesh between his girth and her bones, almost making her feel a sort of a pinch before the widest part of the bulge burst through her opening to rest in her birth canal. She'd read all there was written about the intimate bond of a drake's knot inside her, and she thought she was prepared for it but she was wrong.

Dead wrong.

Had he been her size, or had his length been a bit shorter than it was, she'd have felt a bit more prepared for what he had to offer. Instead, the sudden lurch of his knot slipped into her fully so her folds might close around the neck of his shaft forced his tip into her womb, and she had to clam down in a form of defense. Her body was prepared for this - at least in theory - as gryphon mares or hens allowed their cervix to loosen and go tender when in heat, but his girth was a bit too much and it made her grunt in discomfort.

But he wasn't grunting in pleasure or pain as he did it. He let out a low growl that lead to a roar and ended in a screech as her muscles clamped down around him, sucking the bulbs at the base of his length in deeper to suckle and kiss at the tip of his sheathe. She was clamping her beak down tight as she held him close, whispering in her ear that it was going to be okay.

No amount of assurance would have convinced her she was fine. There was a steadily mounting pressure between her legs, and her lips felt like they were on fire from the stretch that allowed the inflating knot through into her sex. She was doing all she could to tense her muscles, keep his girth contained, but it wasn't working; She knew that if she relaxed, he'd expand to full thickness and she'd feel like she was torn in two. As she tightened, she felt his bulbs expanding lengthwise rather than width-wise, and she realized with a quivering shudder of her pelvic muscles that she wouldn't be able to hold him in place or keep him from continuing to grow within her.

She leaned into his neck and wrapped her arms around his muscled torso, whimpering as she gently released what pressure she was applying to his girth, letting it expand one heartbeat at a time until it certainly wasn't going to be moving out of her. The lower ridges of it were resting heavily on the inside of her hips - the only way she'd be able to get that out of her was if he shrunk and slipped out naturally. They were officially tied, as his girth was far beyond even what an estrus gryph-mare's lips would allow through.

Ceylon was finally tied. It was a bit painful, but the sensation dulled into an encompassing pleasure that filled her with warmth and tingles from the pelvis to the tip of her tail. As the discomfort lessened and her body slowly stretched to properly accommodate his entire masculinity, she buried her beak in Storm's chest feathers and grasped at his plumage, whispering sweet nothings into it. "Thanks so much for this, Storm. You're a true friend." with her beak aimed down, she could see the slightest of bulges in her lower belly as his knot throbbed with each heartbeat. It was subtle, but her eyes were accustomed to catching the subtlest of movements and it only enhanced the fantasy that was coming true to her.

The warmth spread through her body, and it was then that she realized that he was pumping stream after stream of his seed into her. Now she was being truly bred, filled with essence of drake, and now his aggression had died down enough for him to respond in a civil, collected manner.

He slowly took his hands from her shoulders and wrapped them around her waist, thumbs prodding at the bulge of his knot through her belly fur. "I'm sorry, Ceylon. I didn't warn you about my more primal side. I should have warned you, I should have said..."

She cut him off by placing her single ebony-fleshed talon against his beak. "Shush you, just..." She stopped to clench her muscles down around him, the subtle bit of added pressure shifting him inside her with a massive wave of pleasure that was far more intense than the seemingly inconsequential shift would have indicated. "Just let me enjoy this, Chief."

Storm's eye twitched a bit as she called him Chief. It could have been the subtle muscular spasm that came with each explosion of his seed into her accompanied by the gentle splaying of his barbs within her womb, but he knew it was his passion for dominance being repressed. Storm was, as he'd always been, a local chief. A crowned victor of the village and one of the elders. He wasn't directly in charge, but he had power and he wasn't afraid to use it. He had power because he would constantly strive for it, working his best to let his gryphon companions know he was on top. It was an act of dominance he had over others, and it was one of the greatest feelings he could feel: to have power and enjoy using it.

She'd played right into his desires by calling him Chief. Almost like she was submitting to his dominance. It almost made him hold her close and thrust into her, taking her for his own like he normally would. Almost. He had too much self control to let his instincts harm one he truly cared for.

Ceylon knew. She'd spent most of her formative years around Storm and she knew what he liked and how he was. She also did enough reading to know when someone was holding back their thoughts, not to mention she was a natural empath and she felt his mental broadcast of desire for that dominance.

Since she knew it'd tickle him in the right way, and her nethers were growing comfortable to the sensation of having a throbbing, barbed cock splaying out and filling her with cum, she shifted her weight until she was on her knees and tugged a bit, adding sensation to both barbs and the underside of his knot. She felt her flesh distending around the cusp of the knot a bit, the bulbs being tugged into the crevasse of her hip bones. Oddly, it was no longer painful or even uncomfortable, so she used this gentle motion to coax more seed from her drake, grinding her hips against his with her knees on either side of him. "So, Chief. When do you think we'll part ways?" She whispered into his ear, the gentle tickle of her breath sending a chill down his spine.

He grunted and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her tight in place. "Please stop moving, Cey. It'll bring out the worst in me again, and I don't want to hurt you." He rumbled a growl into her neck before answering her question. "And we'll almost certainly be here until morning."

Ceylon's eyes lit up in a smile as she leaned back into him. "I'm glad to hear it, Storm. I don't want you to leave me, I'll feel empty without you." She noticed how mushy she was being so she refrained from saying any more. It wasn't like her to be all that sentimental, but the mating she was getting seemed to be influencing her. She was a little disturbed by how easily her mood was changed upon having her hormones flowing like a river through her, but she quickly accepted it and pulled away from storm to meet his gaze.

To her chagrin, Storm's eyes were fluttering shut and his neck was growing limp.

While her reading didn't generally cover the subtleties of post-coital relaxation, she'd heard enough stories of drakes falling asleep afterwards to know what was going on. Poor guy.

Rather than smack him to wake the sleepy gryphon, she leaned into his chest and nuzzle-preened at his plumage, wrapping her arms around his chest as she slipped into a purr. She could feel his muscles tense inside her, filling her womb incrementally with bits of seed, and every throb and spurt spread warmth through her body, so she relished it all. His chest slowly rose and fell with her on it as she struggled to get comfortable, wiggling her hips and pushing down so that his massive bulbs weren't resting so heavily on her inner hip bones. It wasn't that it was painful, just that she knew that squishing her vaginal flesh between him and her bones would lead to her being sore later.

Biology books taught a lot, and the lessons taught were easily applied to the locking tie of two. It wasn't a stretch to understand that constant pressure would bruise flesh, inside or out.

Content, she continued her peaceful purring into him, lips tensing around the neck of his cock to suckle him, like he was a pacifier. She laughed gently at the inappropriate ideas that blossomed in her mind, then tried her best to let herself slip into the same post-coital slumber her Chief had let overcome him., which was harder to do for her than it was for him.

He was comfortable, squeezed tight within her flesh, but she was stuck in place and even the slightest shift mixed with the added pressure from his massive knot amplified the sensations to the point that even the slightest movement made her feel like they were moving from their position to a more traditional rump-to-rump, where the bulges shifted around in all 180 degrees. They weren't, but that constant stimulation kept her awake all night as she tried to find a comfortable position that kept the fleshy shifts to a minimum.

Rather, all she could do was imagine all the things she'd do with herself once they'd parted. She was already feeling her womb start to bloat from the torrent of cum she'd been filled with, so she doubted it'd be long before the pressure from within forced spurts bits of his essence all over his crotch and the chair they were laying in.

What would she do with the egg? She knew one was coming, and she knew she was as fertile as he was so it would certainly result in a chick if she let it. Normally, she'd just toss it out the window, let some snake or beast eat the insides as a nice snack. She couldn't imagine eating it herself, she loved poultry but she was no cannibal for other gryphons.

What would happen if the sun rose and he was still inside her? What if the added pressure of her pussy held him inside forever?

No, that was silly. Of course that wouldn't happen. Would it?

Nonsensical thoughts like that swirled through her mind in the coming hours as the candles dimmed and a gentle blizzard kicked up outside her door. There was a low howl of the wind at the windows just before she, too, slipped off into her own dreamscape.

Her dreams were a bit different from Storm's. His were of dominance and power, but hers revolved around thoughts of massive cocks inside her. Cocks as big as her leg, cocks as wide as her shoulders, cocks as long as a horse's. Then Storm had a horse cock and was fucking her over a pommel horse, but when she looked up it was the simply a massive draft stallion in the colors of storm - yellow front hooves and all. The horse's beak - no, snout - curled up in a smile before he pushed deep into her, the wide-rimmed flare slipping somewhere between her lungs and into her throat...

...Waking her up in a pained squeak. Storm had unconsciously wrapped his hands around her waist and was bucking up into her, barbed tip splaying out to maximum aggravation within her womb to catch and tickle on her deepest flesh. She could clearly see her belly was distended in both gryphon knot and the gently sloshing ball of cum that was her womb. Two bulges resting atop one another.

She used all of her self control to not panic at the suddenly reformed aggression of Storm, even in his sleep. However, it didn't take much after first waking because she felt his barbs retract and his knot loosen inside her. He was deflating from within, and through the small crevasses between his bulbous knot-orbs came a torrent of thick, gooey cum to seep out between her lips, down his shaft, and all around his sheathe to gum up the feathers in his crotch.

Sensing her opportunity, she pushed off his chest with her palms and off his thighs with her calves, his still-massive knot slipping from her sex in one powerful lurch followed by an audible splash of cum down his belly.

She curled her toes in pain as her lips felt the friction of his knot pulling out of her. She was distended beyond comfort and it felt like she'd torn herself open, but she still clamped her muscles as tight as the battered flesh would allow as she pulled off his shaft; she didn't want any more of his cum to leave her. Ceylon needed that seed in her for her eggs, and she loved the gentle bloat she was feeling. The last bit of him that slipped out was the rim of his head, covered by lines of barbs that snagged and tugged on her from within before escaping, each and every barb bending and flicking downward with a single drop of their combined fluids.

With her completely parted from her Chief's member, she couldn't help but watch intently as his cock shrunk before her eyes and slipped back into its sheathe. Almost unconsciously, the young hen licked her lips and took in a deep breath to sample the musky scent in the air.

Now this was something no book had taught her. Despite there being absolutely no evolutionary reason to, she was absolutely drawn to that masculine scent. She wanted to taste it, to roll the little beads of creamy fluid over her tongue and swallow it. She clicked her beak, reluctant to go through with what she planned, knowing if he woke he might not be as amorous as he was the night before. She gulped heavily and got to her knees, shuffling forward until her chest was leaning against the chair in between his legs.

She was curious and hungry, so she gently wiggled her fingers up underneath both of his massive, heavy balls as her other hand rubbed at his sheathe, getting mucked up in the cum as she squeezed to make a small pool form in the fleshy pink opening at the tip. She giggled a bit and hesitantly leaned forward, beak open and tongue extended to lap at the small bit of juices.

Almost instantly, she pulled back as the flavor hit her. It was rather bitter and almost stale tasting. Not pleasant, really, so she immediately grabbed the loincloth that was resting on his belly and covered his sheathe with it, patting gently to have the fabric absorb the fluids from his crotch. "Blech, no thanks." She gagged as she got to her feet and went to walk away. She immediately noticed her posture was a little off, the girthy cock that had ruined her insides and given her the sloshing bloat in her womb was giving her an odd walk, with heels turned out and tail arched out to keep from rubbing against her lips or even rump. She was immensely sensitive and even the gentlest touch would have set her off, so she was hobbling over to the kitchen when she heard Storm mumble his first words since passing out on her.

"So, uh, feel any better?" He mumbled, one hand rubbing at his eyes while the other gently rubbed at his loincloth.

She did what she could to flick her tail gently at him, wafting what was left of her needy heat scent as well as his own musk. "Yeah, it's much better now. The desire is all but gone now, I just feel refreshed and a little bloated." The young hen rested a hand on her belly and felt the splashing inside. "Truth be told, I kind of wish the desire was still here, I'd love to have another go." With that, she gave him a wink and continued walking past the kitchen and to the stairs that led to her room. She tensed her pelvic muscles to 'wink' her vulva at him, a small spurt of cum splattering on the floor between her heels before went up to the second story. She loved to tease.

Once in her room, she gently closed the door behind herself and leaned against it with a heavy sigh, toe talons curling gently at the carpet as she berated herself. Stupid hen. Stupid, stupid little hen. Why would you fuck your goddamn guardian?

Because it felt wonderful, that's why!

With a smile across her beak, she hobbled over to her bed and flopped down onto it, contented sigh escaping as that sharp tingle spread through her, emanating from slit up her spine and through her torso, crackling through every bit of her.

Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Once the pain of the pressure and friction were subdued with her natural adjustments, it was nothing but heaven. Thick, firm knot against her most sensitive parts inside, barbed tip splayed out to tickle at her womb, the gentle swishing of fluids in her belly, all heavenly. The warmth was permeating her flesh, and the tingles were zapping bits of pleasure all over, especially along her pussy from lips to cervix.

She couldn't stop her vulva from winking and squirting bits of her own fluid over the underside of her tail, so she didn't bother. Every contraction curled her toes as she grasped at her blue sheet, eventually curling up in a ball with tail wrapped between her rump cheeks to protect her over-sensitive flesh from the gentle breezes coming in from the crack in the window.

It was too much, yet she still found herself reaching for the stick she'd kept covered in thick, orange wax.

Just as she pressed the very tip of it against her clit, she felt a shocking explosion as though someone had pressed their finger against her nethers and channelled some electric energy directly into her most sensitive of flesh. She certainly couldn't handle it, so she reached around and curled up in her blanket as the first rays of sun penetrated her window.

The sun was high in the sky before Ceylon awoke again, still curled up in a ball with her sheet around her like a coccoon. Her eyes fluttered open and her small wings splayed out to push the fabric off her form as she rolled onto her back, the motion causing a bit of a stir in her belly.

The sloshing sensation within wasn't as strong as it was before she slept, so she knew that either her body was absorbing it or an egg was forming. Good stuff either way.

With a smile across her beak, she laid both palms on her belly and purred gently, the floof at the end of her tail flicking idly as she imagined just what she was going to do next. She was a woman, a full grown, mature hen now. She could do what she wanted with her body. She'd been broken in by the roughest of drakes, and she didn't even bleed! This hen was ready for anything anyone could throw at her.

Suddenly, she saw the value in experience. Books were great and would continue to be great, but nothing can truly prepare you for the real thing.

She took that idea to heart as she rolled off the bed, daintily putting the sheet back in place and patting the edges down as she went to look at the mirror. Her head feathers were ruffled, and her wings had a few errant feathers out of place, so she preened until they were all straight again. Some of her down fell out, so she collected it in a jar for donations. People used gryphon down for pillows and other clothes, and she was known to donate hers because of how gentle and white it was. After she was done preening, she leaned over her desk and ran her fingers over her mound to gently prod at her slit, just to see if everything was okay down there.

Naturally, she was fine other than the bit of creamy fluid she secreted and the fact she was still a little sensitive. Didn't seem like she was too loose or otherwise ruined, just a little tender and leaking remnants of gryphon cum that hadn't been absorbed into her just yet.

Perfect. Exactly what she was hoping for.

Normally, she'd have just left her room as is, naked save the fur and feathers on her body, but her mind flashed back to something Storm had said the day before. 'Hens in heat don't go out naked, wouldn't want to make an offer to the males'. Or something like that. Her mind was clouded with thoughts and memories if thick, royal purple cock slipping through her lips to hold her in place. The thoughts were making her cross her legs to smother her clitoris.

Clitoris. What an odd word. She hated that word. Hated 'clit' too, but it is what it is, and she was certainly smothering her clit with the fur and feathers of her inner thigh, which only intensified her sensitivities. Seems she couldn't win over her body. Then again, she wasn't really fighting it.

Either way, she eventually settled on a nice little tribal skirt to cover her body from her hips to about halfway down her legs, as well as a top that draped over her breasts. It wasn't usually her style, but Storm had given it to her as a sort of in-joke, and the clothes still fit and looked nice enough, so what better way to thank him for ushering her into adulthood than that?

Once she was fully dressed and sure she wasn't going to leak bits of Storm down her inner thigh, she cautiously opened the door and gently stepped down the stairs to the main floor, only to see Storm was nowhere to be found; only the faint aroma of musk and her own heat could be identified lingering in the heavy air of the cabin. The wind was gently blowing at the doors and windows, but there was no Storm, only a blizzard outside. She looked over to the cellar to see it was still locked from the outside, so he wasn't in there. Must have went out nice and early.

"Well that's disappointing." She muttered to herself as she scuffled her feet across the wooden floors to the chair that they'd been in together the night before. She dragged her talons down the wooden arm rests and then gave a gentle rub to the cushion to see if there was any moisture left over, only to find it was appropriately dry. Still musky, though. With a devious grin, she glanced to each window to make sure nobody was around before burying her beak in the cushion to get a long-drawn out smell.

Wait, no. She couldn't do that. As soon as the moisture from the scent coated the inside of her nares, she felt her tail hike up and her lips moisten again, ready for another mounting. She immediately pulled away and brushed her chest off, a little embarrassed she'd so easily been distracted and manipulated by his lingering scent. "Well then, powerful stuff. I really need to head out." With that, she stomped over to the front door and opened it wide into the still-raging blizzard wearing nothing but a skimpy dress and tank top.

Luckily, she'd grown used to the cold and her feathers were thick with down and well insulated. Only parts of her that needed to be covered from the wind were her eyes and that particular soft, moist slit of flesh between her legs, a fact she quite instantly took note of as a lick of freezing air curled up under her skirt to tickle at her sex, making her clamp her legs tight together to protect her sensitive areas from the elements.

She carefully hobbled out the door and shut it behind her, eventually making her way down the walkway to the trail that lead to the road. She was a ways out of town, and she couldn't see any of Storm's footprints, so he must have left a few hours prior so the blizzard could cover his tracks.

Regardless of her downy feathers, she still found herself crossing her arms cover her chest and lowering her neck for added warmth and protection as she went into town. She had to go see one of her friends and tell him all about her adventures! Vinn would love to hear her tale! That little lizard listened to every story she told him about the smooth rocks she put in herself or about the messes she made when she used her wax stick on herself. She was damned sure he'd absolutely love hearing about that massive knot in her.

Oh gryphon anatomy, you gave such delicious tales to tell!

Still hobbling awkwardly with neck compressed into her floofy shoulders an hour later, Ceylon finally made it to Vinn's home - a wooden and brick home partially underground and with a dome shaped roof. She and he were close enough friends that she didn't even bother to knock before slipping in through the tiny door. Vinn was only about 2/3 her height and his species rarely got much larger, so she felt a little cramped in his home, which was built to their size.

She was greeted by a rather interesting view as she walked in. Vinn was on his back on his couch, cocks both in his hand, one wrapped in thumb and forefinger, the other between forefinger and long middle finger. As soon as he saw her, he shot a panicked glance at her and rolled off the couch to hide his erections behind the common room table.

"Ah! Hey, uh, Ceylon, how are you?" He gasped between nervous laughs.

Ceylon grinned and chuckled. "Oh Vinn, why bother with a hand when you can have a whole hen to yourself?" She offered opening her arms wide in what could have been a hug or a display.

He looked down to see if his members had slipped back into himself before furrowing his brow. "Wait, what? And can you shut the door please, it's absolutely freezing out there!" He complained. As a lizard, he didn't have the down or fur to keep him warm in the extreme weather, instead he had a closet and coat rack covered with hats, coats, thick pants, and boots; if he didn't bundle up, he could literally die.

"Sure, sure." She complied, turning to shut the door with her foot-paw before turning back to him. "But seriously, forget all that fapping, have I got a story for you!"

If Vinn was capable of blushing he would have, cheeks and chin going a gentle purple. "S-sure, here, have a seat, want something to eat?" he invited her over to sit on the couch by where he was fapping as he got up, awkwardly twisting his legs so she didn't see the pair of purple cock heads poking out of his slit. "How about a drink, do you like tea?"

She laughed again. "Vinn, stop being so bashful, you're not exactly doing anything to be ashamed of. Just come over here, would you? Sit down, or just get dressed, because we're going back to my place for the day." She plopped down on the couch and laid her long legs across the whole thing, taking up all three cushions.

Vinn stopped dead in his tracks a moment before relenting and walking over to her, members at half mast and everything. He lifted her feet and sat under her heels, relishing the warmth her flesh and fur was giving his upper thighs. "Well, I don't really want to go anywhere, it's cold out there and wrapping up in all those damn clothes is not fun. Mostly I just stay here by the fireplace."

Ceylon wiggled her claws on his lap, gently grabbing his loose belly skin in between toes to tease him while deliberately avoiding his members. "Naw, we're going back to my place. Promise it'll be worth it. I'm home alone for the week, aside from Chief Storm, and he's in and out and doesn't care what I do in my room. So, you wanna go make out or something?"

The little lizard stared at her with a blank expression, not entirely sure what to say about that. She'd idly propositioned him in the past but she was too shy and he too nervous to do anything, so nothing ever came of it. It was just two awkward young ones on the cusp of adulthood with all the curiosity but none of the guys to actually go through with it. But now, now she was basically demanding his affection. "What happened to you?" He inquired, certain something had changed in her.

Her expression shifted from intense, to coy, and back to devious as she leaned forward, resting her hand on his chest and preening at his neck as she whispered in her ear. "Well, I'm not a virgin anymore, and I want you."

Vinn's body - and members - stiffened as her breath tickled at his ear holes. His eyes went wide and he just let out a gentle squeak of nervousness. His pupils shrunk to practically nothing and the vibrant blue of his chin flushed purple. Apparently he COULD blush! "Uh, I uh....what?"

"You heard me." She cooed at him, her palm travelling down his chest to tickle at the top crook of his slit; she could feel his moist members resting on her wrist as she tickled him between each one of them. "So pack up, we're going to my place. Don't waste my time and I won't waste yours."

Vinn hopped up and collected his entire winter travel suit faster than he ever had before, slipping into the boots, wrapping his lower end in the thick down-filled pants, and draping a huge coat over his head. He went over to the little pot that was boiling gently next to the fire to scoop a few hot rocks into the slits behind each of his shoulders and down each arm and pant leg. Lizards didn't have any natural body heat, so they needed something to keep them warm on their travels. "Ready." He declared, the thick coat and pants making him look like he was just really, really fat, with rolls of blubber layered over each other.

It wasn't usually like him to so eagerly take such blatant offers, but then again they'd usually just danced around the idea of enjoying some passionate mating. Regardless, Ceylon was happy to oblige. "Good lizard. Come on, let's go." she got up, grabbed him by the hand, and dragged him back out into the blizzard, practically carrying him half the way back to her own home due to the fact that the snow was literally up this waist and he was having a hard time walking through it.

They didn't really talk during the two hour trip back (his lack of mobility slowed them down greatly), mostly because the wind was howling and every time Vinn tried to talk, all Ceylon could see was his blue and green snout poking out from between a thick-downy hood and collar, and she couldn't help but laugh, so he stopped trying to communicate, even though he was complaining about the snow getting in his boots and tickling his fingers, since he forgot gloves.

Once they got to her house, Ceylon once again noted that even her own tracks from when she'd left hours before were also gone, and the snow drifts were so high they were literally covering the lowest window panes on the ground floor. She made note of this and swung the front door open to see if Storm had returned. It was clear he hadn't. Nobody was in the common room anywhere, and the only trace of him ever being in the house was the book "The Odyssey - A Change of Seasons by Dream Symphony" laying on the table in front of the chair she'd grown to feel was a little famous.

The air in her home was still plenty warm from the fire places that blazed on either end of the common room, so Vinn quickly shed his winter suit and hung it up on the rack alongside the scarf she'd neglected to take with her when she went to get him. As soon as he'd totally disrobed, she grabbed his hand and practically dragged him up the stairs and into her room. It wasn't that he was nervous, he just wasn't expecting her to take such control.

As soon as they closed the door behind them, Ceylon pecked at his cheek in a gentle kiss and backed away from him, tugging at the string down her back between the wings to let both the tank top and the tiny tribal skirt fall to the ground at her feet. "Like what you see?" She cooed at him, standing up straight to let him see everything she had to offer from the floofy down around her neck to the plump, ebony lips that were glistening with with eagerness.

This is where Vinn would have popped a nosebleed had he not been still experiencing the residual desire and arousal from an interrupted fap session when they met up. He leaned against her dresser and nodded briskly, his own slit moistening as his members slowly inflated within, the tips pushing out between his legs.

"Glad to hear it. So don't make me wait, come get me, hunk!" She fell back onto her bed and spread her legs wide, tail flicking at the ground beneath her. The pose let Vinn see the cherry pink slit of her pussy, and it popped out against the dark black of her vulva's flesh; it looked like a fruit to be tasted, and just as juicy.

Almost against his will, he found himself inching towards her only to fall to his knees, face height just above her belly so he could see up her torso and into her blue eyes. They caught the gaze of one another, and she gave a gentle nod of approval. He looked up to her face, then down to her slit, then up to her face, then back down before wrapping his palms around her thighs and pulling himself up close. His instincts told him to take a long, deep breath to enjoy the scent before enjoying the taste, but to him it was nothing. He tried again, lowering his snout to just inches above her moist flesh, but the scent wasn't doing anything for him.

"Something wrong, Vinn?" She asked, worried. "Do I smell unappealing to you?" She found herself once again growing a little self conscious, just as she had the night before when she was told about her 'mare in heat' scent.

He shook his head, licking his lips. "No no, not that at all. I just...I dunno, you don't really have a scent to me, at least not any different from what I'm used to. I'm sure you're fine, I'm just not smelling it." He leaned in close again and rubbed his snout up and down between her lips, stopping right under her clit only to have her vulva contract and wink at him; he'd never seen that before so he pulled away and licked his lips clean. "Well, at least you taste good. No, delicious!" he gave another lick and swallowed her juices down. "Sweet and juicy!"

She blushed and writhed on her bed, her inner thighs rubbing against the vulva around her clit, coaxing another wink from her that forced a bit of her juices down her slit and over her fleshy rump to get absorbed in the fur at the base of her tail. It took her a moment to realize why Storm was so absolutely controlled by her scent - and she by his - but Vinn wasn't finding it all that intoxicating. Ceylon and the Chief both were gryphons, Vinn was a lizard. Different pheromones affected different species in different ways. Clearly her avian charms weren't working on him!

Ceylon silently thanked the knowledge she'd gathered from books once again and explained it to him as she held his cheeks in her palms, making them lock eyes. "Don't worry about the scent, Vinn. You're a lizard, I'm a gryph, no need to be worried, just...see what you can do with that tongue of yours, if nothing else." She let him go and leaned back onto her elbows, her spread legs and vulval wink all the invitation he needed to continue.

But he had a bit of hesitation in him. "I...I'm not sure, Cey. Can't you get gravid? I mean, I know we're different species and all, but isn't that how gryphons came to be? Cross breeding between feline and avian races?"

It looked like he was about to continue with his worrying, but Ceylon wrapped both her legs around his waist and her tail up between his legs to hold him in close. She leaned forward and nuzzled her beak into his neck as she cooed her assurances. "Vinn, it doesn't matter, Storm bred me last night. If I'm gravid, I'm not getting any more gravid than I already am. Besides, I can just toss the eggs anyway. Unwritten gryphon rule in the north. So let's have our fun and don't worry about that, okay?" She let his neck go and laid back down, legs spread in another clearly open invitation. "So please, don't let it get to you, do your thing?"

Vinn wasn't yet ready to just accept that. Storm was previously her babysitter, and they mated? "Really? You and storm?" He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, then went to insert a finger from his other hand to indicate mating, only to stop and try to shove a balled fist through the hole in his thumb and forefinger. "How is this even possible?"

She giggled and grabbed his neck and pulled him on top of her form so he was straddling her hips. He was still far smaller than her, but she enjoyed gently rubbing at the underside of his shafts and squeezing them together as she told the tale of her and Storm from the night before. Ceylon never thought she would be the kind to 'lock beaks and tell' as others had put it, but Vinn knew everything, he had to know about this. It was too much of a big deal for her not to share!

"So, last night, he came over to watch the house, right? And well, it was my first heat. Estrus. In season. Anyway, I just couldn't figure out what to do with myself, so I practically threw myself at him. Showed myself off, wafted that scent you can't smell at him, and even basically trapped him in place and started rubbing his sheathe. I tell you, that beast of a drake is massive everywhere!" She paused to let her memories drift to the view of the candlelight glistening and dancing off the underside of his cock when she went to suckle at him. "So huge."

Vinn leaned against her chest, palms wrapped around her ribcage as he let her continue to play with is members and tell her story, but he still interjected a bit of a question. "I'm still not so sure, how exactly did a drake his size and....you, together, like....physics?" He paused a moment, then a truth came to him, one powerful enough to make him temporarily forget he had a beautiful hen gryphon rubbing his cocks together. "Oh, so this is why you changed! You finally lost your virginity and now you want more!"

She giggled and let his members go, smiling at the lizard straddling her hips. "well yeah, exactly. I told you that at your place! Anyway, it fits pretty easily. Do you know what a knot is?"

He nodded gently. "I have an idea. Kind of like a bulge on some gryphs and other species, right?"

"Exactly. Well, apparently it doesn't just form, it starts off the same girth of the rest of the drake's manhood, and it doesn't inflate to be a massive set of bulges until after he slips into you, and I tell you, that's like the ultimate....rrrrh!" She wrapped her fingers around her wrist, then balled her fist up then splayed her talons out to make it look like it exploded inside her. "The throbbing, the pressure, the friction, the heat, it's just so.....rrrh, Fill me Vinn, please! I want to feel that again!"

Immediately, Vinn hung his head in shame. "I'm nowhere near the size of Chief Storm. Nowhere close, there's no way I could compare."

"Try anyway. I'm sure a smart lizard such as yourself could find out some way to please me. Don't worry, I'll please you, too. Just tryyyy!" She whined at him, a sad, needy whine followed by a meek whimper.

Her lizard friend couldn't imagine saying no to such a cute, sexy gryphon, especially not in his heightened state of arousal, so he hopped up off her and knelt between her legs on the wooden floor. He smiled meekly as he looked up over her form to once again wait for her eager nod of approval. The moment he got it, he buried his snout between her thick, equine-looking lips and rubbed his nose against the underside of her immediately-winking clit.

He could feel her flesh part to kiss at his snout, so he pushed in a bit more and opened his maw, snaking his tongue deep into her, lapping at the juices as her muscles contracted around him and he got a bit of fluid on his muzzle. He sneezed a bit as it went into his nostril, but he continued to prod with his tongue until he felt her back heave and her muscles contract so much it actually forced him out of her completely, getting a close up view of her speckled cherry pink and black clit followed by a spurt of fluids in his face.

He blinked to clear his eyes of the creamy fem-squirt as he pulled back, wiping it away as best he could.

"I-I'm sorry, Vinn!" She apologized, a blush forming around her nares. "I should have warned you, I'm feeling a little sensitive right now." She reached down and gently parted her lips from around her clit and smeared her fluids all over her vulva.

"It's okay, Cey. Just, uh, warn me next time." Undeterred, he returned to her lips, cautiously licking between her folds a bit while carefully avoiding her incredibly sensitive bulb of flesh that seemed to be a 'squirt' button. She tasted sweet, but he didn't need his snout covered in her fluids. Either way, he'd just lick it up again. He didn't push too far into her, instead opting to let his tongue do the work between her soft, meaty folds.

Ceylon bent her legs a bit and rested her heels on Vinn's back, her toes curling around the tips of his fin to tug on it in pleasure as she reached down to press his snout tight against her, the pressure parting her lips to slowly slide over his muzzle. He was far smaller than she was and his snout was thin, only about as big around as Storm's cock, so it actually slid in with ease.

Vinn enjoyed this at first, having her juicy red lips sliding over his snout, but as soon as he tried to breathe he found that her sex was smothering him! He panicked a bit and pulled out away from her, but her strong arm held him in place, forcing more of his muzzle to slip into her ebony flesh as her muscles tensed and spewed another thin burst of her fluids down the top of his snout and right into his eyes! Unsure of how to stop her from suffocating him, the panicked lizard thrust his head in deeper - as deep as it would go - hoping to shock her or breach her limits or something, anything! Her flesh was so far down his muzzle that her tender juicy rim was practically pulsating on his eyes!

Lucikly, the extra, vigorous push seemed to do something to her, and he felt her walls clamp down around him tight, pushing every inch of him out entirely with another small spurt of her fluids. He yanked his head from her grasp and coughed a bit, letting the bits of her lubrication that had pooled in his maw fall to the ground. "Cey, be c-careful!" he said in between sputters. "You could have suffocated me!"

He looked up to see her ashamedly burying her beak in her plumage, legs still wide and pussy still gently parted to show her cherry-pink insides. He was a little mad at her for being so impulsive and not realizing that he wasn't to be used as a toy, bur he couldn't stay mad at her. After all, had he been warned she was going to do that to him, he could have held his breath for almost a dozen minutes rather than panic and try to inhale her lubrication. Maybe that could be something they tried another time, when she was more versed in such acts. Him, too. He wasn't ready for full-bodied penetration.

"I'm sorry, Vinn, I just....this is new to me, and your snout is the perfect....nevermind. Just...stand up for me, please? Mount me?" She cooed gently at him, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythmic pulses as her tail flicked at his feet, curling tightly around his ankles to keep him from leaving. "I don't want to wait anymore."

Vinn looked down at his twin members and sighed heavily. "I'd love to, Cey, but if you need my snout to pleasure yourself, I don't think my equipment is going to do, either. Let's be honest, here." His hemipenes were both limping as he came to this realization.

She smiled a warm smile and clicked her beak at him. "Vinn, Vinn. Right now it's not about me. Go on, please yourself, I want you happy. We can worry about me when you're done. Just...please enjoy yourself." She wrapped her heels around his hips and forced his slit against hers; he didn't enter her since he was too limp to penetrate, but that was remedied real quick by her heat.

As a cold blooded creature, Vinn could feel her warmth passing through her, a radiant energy that was both hot physically and emotionally. Her lips were practically steaming with scent and moisture, and his cocks were bordering on cold, so as soon as he felt the slick, hot flesh rubbing against his members, he felt them perk right up and slip into her! Immediately his eyes rolled back in his skull as he felt her clamp down around him, the wavelike pulsations smashing both cocks together. She didn't have the best control, so she couldn't exactly massage him like he'd heard some mares can do, but she could clench pretty tight, all things considered.

Vinn barely moved, only clenching his teeth as he placed his hands on her rump and pushed as deep as he'd go until he felt his scaled slit press against her lips, and from there he just ground his hips against hers as she clamped down as hard as she could until he felt that familiar pleasure bubbling up in him. First came a thin but long-lasting spew of precum, followed by thick, gloopy seed to splatter against her walls and ooze out between his cocks.

His eyes went wide as he realized what just happened. Talk about being a little premature.

Ceylon was still clenching and pushing against him when she realized he'd stopped and was staring, wide eyed into the distance. "Everything okay, Vinn?" She cooed at him, cocking her head to the side. "What happened?"

He continued to stare blankly as he answered. "I...I finished?"

"Really?" She closed her beak tight and smiled a bit, trying not to laugh. "First time?"

"N-no. I haven't been a virgin for years, I just...never been with anyone with flesh as....hot as yours." He gave another idle push into her only to feel his withering cocks squish out of her and suck back up into his slit, a trail of his cum following them to splatter on the underside of her tail. "I-I'm so sorry!"

Her chest rumbled in a long, powerful coo-purr combo as she rubbed at her clit, peeling the skin back to get access to the bulbous, engorged, hypersensitive part. "Don't be, dear. Just, don't forget about me now that you're done. I'm glad you enjoyed it, even if...well, if it didn't last long. But go on, now it's my turn."

"You had your turn first!" He protested, half jokingly as he made an exaggerated motion to rub 'eau d'Ceylon' off his muzzle.

"Well, I suppose I did get kind of excited. I'm sorry about that, it's just so sensitive, you know? Tender and....just fill me with something again, will you? I don't even care what. Get my wax stick, that should help!" She flailed around between her bed and dresser where she had left it last, but got interrupted by the feeling of long, dextrous fingers parting her nether lips. "Oh?" She cooed at him, ignoring her stick and watching Vinn as he hovered over her, hand and wrist at her waist level.

"If my equipment can't please you, I'm sure I can improvise." He assured her with a smile as he applied pressure to her soaking nether-lips, which parted with ease and swallowed him from claw to wrist in one quick gulp. Even his entire fist seemed like it was a little small for a lovely gryphon as large (comparatively) as she was. Didn't stop Vinn, though, who continued to push and watch intently as his green scales sunk into her depths, her moisture keeping her flesh from catching on him or curling inward. Her intense heat permeated his scales and her muscles clamped down in such a way he was barely able to keep going, and he felt his hand going numb inside her.

"Y-yes Vinn, do that! Thrust into me like that. That feels nice." Her words were barely gasped out, ending in a near whimper as she clutched at her sheets with her sharp talons.

Vinn was just happy she didn't have his back in her hands, that could have been disastrous for his scales, and he certainly would have lost him a litre or two of blood that he couldn't afford to lose. Much as he wanted to lean against her, his chest on her belly to absorb heat and make the moment more intimate, he kept his distance, instead only keeping his forearm inside her, flexing and twisting to stimulate her while deliberately avoiding thrusting - like her, he had claws and he didn't want them to catch on her inner folds. The gentle motions he was offering her were certainly eliciting a series of muscular contractions, some of which nearly pushing him out, but he held in place so he didn't have to risk an accidental stab.

"Hhhrrrrngh! Thrust, Vinn! Please, use your hand like it was a drake's cock!"

"I don't want to hurt you!" he protested, shoulder going weak as she clamped down around him with enough pressure to force his forearm out of her with a wet, fleshy squelch.

"Now you have no choice!" She growled at him, eyes narrowing to show an intensity Vinn hadn't seen on her face before. Her lips were quivering in anticipation as his fingers tickled at her opening.

He was still a touch reluctant, but one thing he knew was that when a woman demanded your flesh, you gave it to them. He would have preferred his cocks in her again, but he was temporarily spent and unable to regain his genital 'composure' for further penetration, so he leaned into her again with all his weight, feeling her hot lips slide over his fingers, knuckles, wrist, and forearm right up to his elbow. His eye twitched as he felt his very finger tips press against a slightly firmer, tight opening. Must have been the opening to her womb. He didn't want to prod too much at that. He wasn't as familiar with avian or feline anatomy, but he heard having that part played with often hurt, so he backed off, his knuckles sliding through her right to the tightness of her opening before pushing back in.

Ceylon cried out in a somewhat muted but clearly pleasant growl, pushing her hips down on him opposite his thrust to get the most out of it. "Harder...please." She demanded. "Harder and faster, like a horse. Should only....take....a few....thrusts...." her voice was slowly rising in pitch until the last word sounded like a chirp, and eventually her vocalizations were no more than indecipherable chirps.

Vinn's ego was starting to return, finding his hands to be plenty dextrous, and his ability to manually stimulate her more appealing than he'd hoped. As he pushed in, the pressure against her flesh seemed to force a series of tiny little squirts over the top of his forearm to trickle around his scales, soaking him in slick, female lubricant that gummed him up and dripped off his elbow. The extra lubrication and the fact that he hadn't caught on her yet gave him the confidence to push a little deeper, a bit harder, and slightly faster....sliding his hand in and out her from lips to cervix in deliberate, powerful thrusts.

Just then, there was the sound of the door being unlocked and opened followed by the howl of the blizzard outside, then a slam and the powerful voice of Storm calling for Ceylon. "Hey, Cey? You around?" A long pause. "No? Okay then, I'll be down here if you need me!"

She clamped her beak shut to hold back a strained cry of pleasure as she clamped her muscles down in another gushing orgasm that splashed over his chest and arm. She grabbed his free hand and pressed it against his forearm and demanded he use, "Two at once!"

"W-what? No, that's too much, Cey!"

"Just tryyyyy iiiiit! Please? I'm almost done here, I promise." she whispered, still trying to keep her voice down so as not to be heard by Storm, who was still milling about downstairs.

It seemed to be getting a little over the top, but Vinn did as he was told - after all, obedience might grant him future sessions with the hot-fleshed avian! As he leaned heavy into her, one hand fully pressed against her cervix with the other set of fingers pressed against his forearm, he felt a sort of pop from deep within followed by an absolute torrent of thick, gooey, creamy fluids that escaped her lips to splash on her bed and the floor.

His eyes went wide again as he felt a thick, smoothe shelled orp descend through her birth canal to rest against his fingers, the 'tight' rim of her cervix gaped open just enough to let the orb rest in it but not slip through.

Ceylon's body twitched and she used one of her legs to kick Vinn away from her with enough force to have him slip and fall on his rump as she let out a long, drawn-out grunt. All the fluid from her womb was draining from her in a goopy, cummy mess as she writhed and moaned on the bed, not entirely sure what to do next. "W-what happened?" She whimpered, a genuine terror welling up in her.

Vinn slowly got to his feet and took a closer look at the puddle she left and came to realize what it was. "Thats....cum and birthing fluid, I think."

"What? How is that possible? He just...it was just last night!" She tried to close her legs to keep any more fluid from slipping out of her, but it made her feel too uncomfortable, she had to keep her legs wide of feel like she was....well, laying an egg!

"How long have you been in heat?" He asked, keeping enough distance that he didn't get splashed again.

She didn't respond, as the wheels were turning in her mind and she was piecing together the parts of the puzzle. She'd already been in heat for over a week when Storm arrived, which means the eggs were likely already formed in her when he filled her...or at least close to finishing their formation. When he first heard, he said she'd be 'laying in a week or two', and she'd been in heat about that long.

"Well? Why are you about to lay eggs, Ceylon?!"

"D-don't worry, Vinn." She tried to coo at him, a gentle assurance she was fine in between body-clenching grunts and moans. "I think I'll be-" Again, she was cut off by a body-wide contraction that closed her womb tight, the eggs inside shifting around. All three of them. How she knew there were three eggs, she didn't know, but once her body contracted and her womb squeezed them together, she could tell. "-fine! I think there's....Three in me!"

Vinn stepped back, not sure what to do. This was an immensely confusing situation for him to be in, since he was both aroused and scared. Part of him had always fantasized about another squatting down and laying eggs on him, or him playing in the gooey fluids that came out alongside the eggs, or even just playing with the eggs themselves! But a fantasy was not the same as reality. Sure, there was vaginal fluids all over the place, and a hot-fleshed pussy gaping open and drooling birthing gel, but she wasn't having a good time. She wasn't exactly getting off. This was not orgasmic contractions, she was laying an egg!

There was a powerful stomp of talons bolting up the stairs as Storm dashed to Ceylon's bedroom door, followed by an equally powerful knocking. "Are you okay, Ceylon? Is everything alright?"

Ceylon knew full well the rules of her room, and Storm wasn't to enter unless expressly invited in, so she made sure he knew what he needed to. "I'm fine, I think ... uh ... Storm. I just ... Okay, I'm not fine, please help!"

Before she even finished saying help, her door swung open and a massive, powerful drake burst into the room. He immediately saw the gooey puddle at the foot of Ceylon's bed as well as the cowering lizard who was trying his best to cover up and hide, worried the Chief was going to chastize him or otherwise harm him. Storm was no empath but he knew enough to calm fears before moving on. He gently shut the door behind him and motioned to Vinn to get up. "It's fine, get up. What do you know?" He could tell she was going into labor, about ready to lay...but he needed to know what happened leading up to it all.

Vinn cautiously got to his feet and stepped out of the corner he'd retreated to, trying his best to avoid eye contact with Storm, which made the dominant gryphon tap his talons on the floor with impatience, so he answered as best he could. "I was, uh, pleasuring her with my hands, and I thought I felt something pop, then splash all over me!"

"Ah, you broke the egg sac. No problem. That's not a problem. Good. Okay, Ceylon, I need you to look at me, I need you to pay attention." He got down onto his knees and held his palms on her knees, head hovering over her tender, sensitive lips that were still drooling fluids. He was going to dispense some wise advice and help her through this ordeal, but the scent of her heat was still strong in the air, and it was emanating thick off her lips and right up into the drake's nares. His eyes twitched again as he tried to hold back from doing something carnal.

"What are you thinking, storm?" Ceylon cooed before another contraction rocked her body. She could feel the eggs shift inside her, the first one seemingly stuck at the barrier of womb and birth canal. The contractions felt like a dry heave, only they were lower in her body, and yet oddly still tickled her nethers in a pleasant way. Like Vinn, it was an odd sensation for her. Painful and uncomfortable, yet had a certain sense of accomplishment that she could derive pleasure from.

Storm shook his head of the bestial thoughts and laid his hands on either side of her plump lips, holding her in place as he nodded assurance. "Okay, this isn't going to be easy, but we'll get through it, okay Cey?" He was trying to keep his composure, but a hen's scent was powerful, and Ceylon had a stronger hold over his mind than most other hens would. He knew what he had to do, how he'd help her through her first clutch, but all he could think about was slipping his cock back into that tight little hole. She lacked the vaginal discipline of other partners of his, but she had a young eagerness that couldn't be beat, and she was just so small and tight! It was a hard temptation to disregard, doubly so when her estrus moisture was coating his nares deep.

"Okay, okay." She agreed, whooshing the words out in between deep breaths to control herself. Her toes were curling and she grunted heavily as another powerful contraction pushed down on her womb, this one more powerful than the ones before, so much so that her white feathers on her face and neck went pink. Yet nothing came out. Just a few drops of fluid followed by a long, drawn out clitoral wink.

"Is she okay?" Vinn asked Storm. Her increasinly intense contractions were starting to chip away at the lizard's calmness to create a crack that the tiniest hints of dread flooded through.

Storm wasn't entirely sure. Based on what he'd been hearing before and what he'd seen since showing up in her room, she should have passed at least one by now! Normally, with tight cervixes, one would slip a hand in and loosen it manually, but Storm's hands were far, FAR too big to do so. The difference in size between the male and female gryphons ensured that there was NO way he'd ever get his hands in her, at least not deep enough to breach the cervix to manually loosen it. "We're at a bit of an impasse." he said cooly, deliberately avoiding any passion for fear that the pheromones thick in the air would take over at the first chance.

"What do you mean, an-hhhhhng!" Ceylon tried to ask, but was interrupted by another equally powerful contraction. "An impasse? Help me, you did this to me, Storm, you gotta help me!"

The Chief couldn't help but laugh. "Oh no, my dear. Your body did this to you. This was bound to happen regardless of my...help. Just...actually...that's not a bad idea!"

"What's not a bad idea. Storm, stop toying with me here, you said you'd help, now help!" Ceylon demanded, somehow able to hold off a contraction long enough to get her full sentence off, but she was nearly interrupted again when her abdominal walls clenched down tight, once again shifting and clacking the eggs against one another so much she was worried they'd crack inside. "And please be fast, I really don't want them to break on me, or in m-hhhhhhhngph!"

Storm knew things were getting bad so he peered into her, using fingers from both hands to pry open hervulva, gaping her wide enough that he could actually see the speckled egg pushing out against the opening between Womb and birth canal. Her flesh was tender and malleable, so that part was certainly ready to lay these eggs, he just really, really needed to loosen up her cervix. "I have a radical idea here. I can't get my fingers in to pry your depths open, and I'm not cutting you open so, uh....Forgive me, Ceylon." he gritted his beak shut and untied his loin cloth, exposing himself.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Vinn demanded, trying to get between the two gryphons. "Now is NOT the time to take advantage of her!"

But Ceylon stopped him, pushing him aside with her foot. "No, Vinn. It's okay. I think I see what he's-Hnnnnn-doing." She had a small contraction in between her sentence, but she didn't let it stop her. "He needs to loosen me, and his hand is too big, but his dick is perfect sized. Selfish, sure, but it might work. Might as well enjoy it."

Storm got a twinkle in his eye as a tear welled up in the corner. Ceylon seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, and didn't even have a problem with the fact he was so clearly letting his hormones take over for his rational thought.

"Who knows, I might even enjoy it. Kind of feels good, actually, and I can tell my body is-" Another pause for a contraction before continuing. "-loosening up for the eggs, maybe it won't be as tight."

Storm nodded again. He'd done this with other hens - Ceylon's mother, in fact - and having tense flesh contracting around cock was the ultimate pleasure, especially coupled with an egg sliding out beside him. It would have been immoral to do that with Ceylon on her first clutch, but it genuinely appeared he had no other choice. He needed to loosen her just the right way, and he lacked the tools to do so without risking harm to her. He'd silently and internally justified it as a win-win situation, even though the aroused part of his mind was having more say than his rational side. A hen's estrus scent would drive any drake wild.

Not to mention Ceylon's seemed to be particularly intense.

Vinn hesitantly backed off and shook his head. "Fine, but...I really don't think this is a good idea." Having expressed his disapproval, he backed off to watch Ceylon's lips pulsate and drool fluid as Storm leaned over onto her bed beside her.

The Chief was so much larger than her that he had no problem gently picking her up and laying her on his belly, his royal member at full mast and slapping against her rump cheek, occasionally soaking up some of the fluids she was seeping. Her tail tugged to the side as he aimed his barbed tip at her opening, and he whispered in her ear as he had done the night before. "I'm sorry, Cey. I promise I'll make this fast. WE can't have you in labor for too long, let's get that egg out." With his last word, he bucked his hips upward and slipped every inch of his member into her, barbed tip sliding through her birth canal and penetrating her womb to displace the eggs inside. He enjoyed a grunt of his own as his muscles splayed the barbs outward to tickle at the rim of her cervix, which coaxed all sorts of responses from her.

First, she let out a long, wailing caw as he pushed into her, a grunt as he entered her womb, then a whimper of pain as his barbs stabbed at her tender flesh, and finshed with another body-rocking contraction to squeeze his member from tip to base. She could feel his knot growing inside her, but it wasn't really feeling like it was locking itself in place, as her lips had grown stretchier than they were before, clearly to make passage for the egg.

Vinn saw all this, and he felt more than a little left out and guilty. He wanted in. And by 'in', he meant 'in her.' Storm got to enjoy it, why couldn't he? With a sly sway of his tail, he crawled up onto the bed beside Ceylon and nuzzled into his friend, a churr emanating from his lips to tickle at her neck. "Hey Cey, can I join you, please?"

Ceylon smiled in between contractions and leaned over to preen at him as Storms arms wrapped around her body. "I'd be honored for you to share this first time with me, just be gen-" At this point she thought she might as well stop trying to talk while her body was putting her through steady contractions, for every time she opened her beak to communicate, another contraction tensed up her body and rendered her unable to articulate a single sentence. Despite her frustrations, she was growing slowly more accustomed to the sensations of being stuffed and squeezed and caressed both inside and out. In fact, she was getting turned on again in such a way she honestly felt like this just might develop into a long-term fetish for her.

She knew that the contractions were pleasing Storm - his barbs were splaying out in pleasure with each motion of hers, and his knot was pulsating within her, so she was certainly doing something right. Plus, she felt Vinn's cool body pressed against hers, his members slipping into her beside Storms for even more stretching, and she loved it. Just the night before the Chief on his own kind of hurt her, but today, as her body prepared for what was evidently an absolutely massive egg to come out of her, the flesh and even bones seemed to be a bit more forgiving, more tender, more elastic. She truly loved it.

The look of pained concentration faded from her face as she tried meditating. Her goal was to enjoy this. To turn the pain and discomfort into pleasure. She wasn't straining in futility, she was orgasming repeatedly - at least that's what she was trying to tell herself. She had Vinn and Storm both in her, enjoying the muscular pulsations that her body offered, and she got to feel the touch of two of her closest and longest-befriended companions. This should be happy.

And it was.

Rather than let the disdain of the situation get the better of her, she mentally forced herself into pleasure; she was an empath, and mind tricks were something she was adept at since she was a hatchling, a skill she didn't want to let go to waste, so she used what mental skills she had to turn this into a moment of intimacy as opposed to vulnerability. She wrapped her one free arm around Storm's neck as she preened at his feather-mane, her other arm wrapping around Vinn to hold him close. With all three bodies pressed together with her in the middle, she managed to relax just enough to feel a deep shift within her, followed by the pop of Storm's knot from between her lips.

Her vocalizations pinched into a squeak as the first egg burst through into her birth canal, displacing Storm's cock and sliding over the underside of it, eventually stretching her lips wide in a strained distention. It didn't quite come out immediately, as her vulva weren't quite stretchy enough for that at first, so the three all stopped moving and stared at the crest of the egg's end piece poking out her before another contraction squeezed it out!

Storm's mind was in the right place, and he caught the slickened orb with his feet and gently placed it down on the ground beneath him as he hugged her close, nibbling at her neck. "Oh Cey! Congratulations on your first egg!"

Ceylon took in a long breath after she realized she had been holding her breath for that entire ordeal. Her chest heaved and her tail flicked idly as Vinn nuzzled at her breast, giving her a gentle lick. "Th-thanks you two, but we got two moooooooohnnngph!" Poor hen couldn't say anything without her body silencing her.

This one came a bit quicker, and Storm's knot was still outside of her, leaving only his shaft and barbed tip inside, so it easily pushed his flesh into her walls as it slipped through her.

Vinn actually saw her belly shifting gently during the repositioning of the egg, so he nuzzled against it to help it through, blue-scaled chin pressing against her abdominal wall to squeeze it through.

Another thick wave of fluids finally erupted from between all three members as the second egg lurched through her canal and out between her lips, popping out with ease. She gasped heavily and trembled in delight as she felt an intense burst of pleasure rock her body from her core right up her chest and into her neck. It happened just as the textured, round rim of the egg passed by the part right behind her clit, and it made her feel like she had to squirt again, but instead she closed her legs to keep the egg from completely escaping her. She wanted to hold it in place, rocking gently to let its firm texture please her sensitive spot.

A flash of thought zipped through her consciousness about G-spots and pleasure centers, but she couldn't be too bothered to assign a title to what she was feeling. The egg hit something inside her that triggered a series of long, twitching bursts of pleasure, and that's all that mattered.

Much to her chagrin, she couldn't keep the egg in any longer, as the contractions of her climax were more powerful than what little strength she had in her inner thighs, so the egg escaped her as she caught it between her legs, malleable vulva slowly closing back up to once again smother the cocks of the drakes that were still idly pushing into her. "Could someone get that?" she whimpered, not wanting to drop the egg.

Vinn was in a better position to help her out, as he was not underneath her, so he shifted his form to pull his hemipenes from her hot-fleshed opening with a gentle squish. He grabbed the egg and gently placed it on the ground beside the other. He knew that they needed to keep warm, so he tossed some dirty laundry on them and then parted Ceylon's thighs so he could crawl up onto the bed with her again. This time he slipped his member into her directly on top of Storms and gave a few gentle thrusts, wanting to enjoy the sensation a bit as the larger drake's cock throbbed next to his, forcing his members to sink into the soft, tender mounds of hen-pussy.

The two kept at it a moment, alternately thrusting and rubbing against one another as her canal loosened again to make way for the last egg. Storm could feel the crest of it pressing the flesh of her cervix between it and the tip of his cock, so he warned Vinn it was about to come, so he should likely pull out in that position.

Neither the lizard nor Ceylon wanted him to leave, so they wrapped arms around one another and kept close as her cervix dilated one last time, the egg slipping through her canal to press all three cocks into her flesh; the position ensured that both of Vinn's were pounded right into her G-spot, rubbing either side of it as the egg passed through and her contractions squeezed it all together.

Storm felt himself tensing up to his climax as the sphere slid over his member, leaving him covered in goop not only from her, but from him as well. The pleasure of being clamped and compressed by gryph-mare flesh was so long and consistent that he barely noticed that he'd exploded into her, filling her now-empty womb with another blast of drake seed that was now leaking out beside the egg and all three cocks to tickle at his sheathe and balls. A devious grin spread across his beak as he started to come to his senses and realize that, no, there was nothing wrong with helping Ceylon out!

This time nobody was there to stop the egg from popping out of her, and her control was lessened by the V-shaped position Vinn and Storm's cocks created, leaving her gaping and unable to do anything about it before it lurched from her and landed on the floor with a crack and a splat.

All three stopped what they were doing immediately as the last egg exploded behind them all. Vinn and Storm both looked down over their bodies to see the yellow yolk splayed out in the floor boards and carpeting. Vinn was the first to apologize.

"I'm so sory, Cey-"

She cut him off with a finger to his muzzle. "Don't be. They're not staying around anyway. I told you that before. Unwritten gryphon rule. Don't worry, just...enjoy this, please."

He slowly walked backwards off of her, leaving the hen with only Storm inside her and a sudden gaping need to be stuffed. He took in a deep breath and got one final view of her pussy all stretched and gaped out with the eggs laying on the ground. He shook his head and decided now was the best time to leave before Storm came to his senses and blamed him for this whole ordeal. He picked up what little he brought and was about to leave when Ceylon reached out to him - still full of drake and laying on the Chief's belly.

"Please don't go, Vinn. Stay with us, please?"

"But, I don't want to be in trouble..."

"You're not in trouble." Storm assured him. "The lady says come cuddle, so come cuddle. And bring the eggs while you're at it."

Still a little reluctant, Vinn picked up one of the unbroken eggs in each hand and crawled up onto the bed next to the two gryphons.

Ceylon rolled off Storm and left his member to dwindle and return to its sheathe as she nuzzled into Vinn's neck. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear. "It wouldn't have been the same without you, please do join me next cycle?"

He enthusiastically nodded and wrapped his arms around her as Storm slipped out from under her, quietly putting his loincloth back on before slipping out the door to leave the two young ones alone with each other. He wanted to have a lengthy talk with her about maybe doing this again - he didn't want to miss out on another chance with such a tiny girl if she was eager and willing, not to mention she was an adult now. Still, he felt now was best to leave her be with the lizard boy. It was cute.

"So that was something else, eh?" Ceylon said to Vinn as she caressed his cheek, staring him in the eyes. "Can't wait till my next cycle so we can do it again."

Vinn gulped and chattered out the most agreeable thing he had all day. "Why do we have to wait until the next cycle? What's stopping us from going ahead with another round tomorrow?"