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Asentia settled down onto her stomach by a pool of hot spring water. She was resting here, in a spot tucked away in the simple cave system that made her and her brother's den. The two siblings at the head of her gryphon clan both had the same proclivity for breeding that sometimes characterized their species, so their den was usually bustling with noise and activity, the cries of hatchlings and the tussling of youths and adolescents. However, the matriarchal hen had found a spot deeper in, where the hot water bubbled to the surface, where she could find a moment's peace to herself. Shifting forward a bit, she dipped her foreclaws in the hot water, cooing quietly to herself as the steamy bath soothed her scuted talons from the days of walking on the uneven cave floors.

However, she wasn't as alone as she'd thought. Just behind the entrance to the chamber, two of her sons, strong, healthy males, pure white of feather and deep brown of fur, watched their mother with interest across the dim, firebug lit room. All the gryphons of their clan had special markings on them, fur and feather dyed with intricate tribal designs. Asentia, however, had the most elaborate painted form of them all, beautiful mixed colours, vibrant and complex, painting her entire form from head to toe. It was difficult to miss. The siblings watched as their mother's tail swayed and shifting restlessly, their focus mostly on what lay beneath... her plush, fluffy rump, and her cuntlips, red, moist, shiny even in the cave's dim light. The brothers's sheaths swelled at the sight of their mother, stiffening with the growing arousal of maleness inside. They nodded to each other briefly, and approached quietly.

Each trilled pleasantly to their mother, although she was surprised anyway, stiffening up and looking back, before relaxing and cooing sweetly in return to them.

"Ohh, hello sweeties," she said in beaktongue, "I wasn't expecting you." She turned to meet them, rubbing beak to beak fondly with her boys, feathers mashing together warmly as well, as they both rubbed the smooth sides of their beaks down across her neck, making her wings shift and flex in subconscious response.

"Hello mother," said the larger of the two siblings, "Sorry to interrupt your relaxation, but we just couldn't help but greet you, it's so difficult to get some alone time with you, after all." The male's tone was tinged with implication, making Asentia's ears swivel back a bit, and her beak click.

"Well, I don't mind at all, Tren," she said, "You boys are adults proper now, you can do as you please." She grynned a bit, tilting her head up as both of the males start to nibble at her neck, preening at her feathers there, and carefully nipping at her skin underneath with their beaktips, a pleasing sensation to say the least, one that made her lift on her feet a little and let out a rumble from her throat.

"Is that so?" said the smaller of the two siblings, "Anything?" He grynned a bit and slipped back, starting to preen at his mother's wing a little, gentle sweeps of his beaktip grooming through her feathers, a lovely sensation and an affectionate gesture on her sensitive feathers there. The hen blushed a little around her nares and gave the cave floor a little scrape with her talons. Her feminine scent grew more prominent in the air of the shrine.

"Well, within reason, of course!" Asentia declared, "I've taught you boys right from wrong." The larger sibling shifted down too, nibbling at the spot along her shoulder where feathers meet fur. Both males knew just how to please their mother with their grooming beaktips.

"Oh, you certainly have," Tren declared, "What we want tonight is most certainly right." He grynned to his mother a bit as she looked back at him at that obvious innuendo, and trilled quietly and pleasantly to her, distracting her so the other male could start nibbling down her flank, across her hip... she let out a cute squeak, lifting her hip up for him, her tail starting to curl along her side. At that gesture, both males slipped back, to get a much closer look at their mother, who was displaying for them lewdly in their den.

She shifted a little, hips rolling subtly, as she blushed with the knowledge she was putting on a display for her sons, her cuntlips now wet and glistening with arousal, her scent, rich and feminine, strong in the air. Both males took in a deep breath through their nares, letting that wonderful scent sink deep into their thoughts, causing their lengths to swell and throb rapidly out of their sheaths. Both males were well hung for their size. They had rigid black cocks with tapered tips, flared crowns, and ridges along their shafts, as well as a thick knot that would soon grow at their bases. Both males opened their beaks wide, and leaned in towards their mother's display, starting to lap wetly at those moist cuntlips, dragging their smooth, wet, flat tongues across her female flesh with pleasing, firm strokes. Asentia stiffened a little, grinding her hips back against those touches, her pussy leaking her wet, aroused juices, her claws clenching against the cave floor.

"Oooh, boys, are you sure this is OK?" she asked back at them, with a hint of nervousness in her tone... but inside, she knew exactly what she wanted. This wouldn't be the first time she partook of the affections of her older offspring, let alone that of her own brother. She knew what she wanted. Still, a bit of shyness set the mood.

"Yes, mother," said the smaller of the two, "Let us express our love for you, and make you feel good." He grynned, but then, the smaller brother received a nudging push, as the older brother tried to knock him out of the way. The two scrabbled a bit, briefly, batting at each other with their claws, talons retracted of course. The fight was brief, and a foregone conclusion... the bigger, older brother would take position first, the smaller one moving aside. The pecking order between them had already been established. However, he had hardly wanted to let him have her first unopposed! Besides, Asentia watched with clear enjoyment... knowing they wouldn't really hurt each other, it felt good to be fought over, the proof of a hen's appeal to males, her ability to spark desire.

"Come here, Roka," she said to the smaller one, "Tren, don't bully your brother." She chrred to the smaller one, making a 'come hither' gesture with one claw, causing Roka's ears to perk, as he stepped alongside his mother's body. Tren watched curiously, as Asentia guided Roka to sit on his haunches in front of her, and with her beak opened wide, she started to lavish that stiff maleness with licks, making careful motions as she stroked him with her tongue from swelling knot to tapered tip, giving special attention to his crown. The smaller male shivered with the intense sensations, claws kneading at the cave floor, beak gaped and tilted up with his panting, breath making his chest rise and fall.

"Ohhh, mother..." he crooned out quietly, as his preseed started to leak from his tip a little. Asentia soon lapped it up, savouring the masculine taste of her son's arousal. Tren let out a groan, his length suddenly feeling achingly stiff. He shifted up, wrapping his forelegs around his mother, just in front of her hips. Asentia let out a squeak, lowering her upper body a bit as she got mounted, the male sliding his way on top of her. She reached out, and grasped her younger son's length firmly with her claw, causing him to groan out with need... but he'd still have to wait.

Soon, the larger brother was mounting his mother properly, his superior weight pinning her down underneath him, his forelegs hooked along her sides, his back arched as he leaned on her, his hips shifting... he tilted his beak, and bit the back of his mother's scruff, not too sharply, just enough to assert his position over her. She let out a thrilled little avian cry, though she tried to stifle it to remain quiet... her body shifting underneath him to help him take his position... first, he shifted back, and up, and then forward. Soon, his tapered tip was nudging firmly against her cuntlips, pressing them inward with a tense, hot sensation... and then he was shoving that big maleness inside her, spreading her hot, wet passage out around him as he pushed inch after inch of himself inside her, creating that slick, hot sensation of sex.

The hen spread out her claws and let out a cry of pleasure, finding it much more difficult to control her volume like this... her son's cock was wonderfully pressing against her sensitive insides, filling her up with a wonderful sensation... hot, tense, thrilling. The dirty joy of being rutted by her own son gave her a sudden thrill, too, as that thought really sunk in. It wasn't long before her son's knot was grinding against her folds, as he too let out a cry of pleasure and bliss, while Roka watched on jealously, only the touch of his mother's claw keeping him still.

Tren didn't take long to work up to a proper rutting, swinging his hips back and forth to drive into his mother again and again with a rapid, intense pace, driving that big cock in and out of her again and again, his knot slapping against her mound, producing a lewd, wet noise, his heavy balls swinging against the backs of her legs, swollen with the promise of a pent-up load soon to be released into his mother's waiting body. Her cunt clenched, hot and tight around her son's needy cock, those muscles able to squeeze around him as he pulled back, as if trying to prevent his escape. Soon, both gryphons were panting, hot and fast, and letting out crooning avian mating cries, pleasure rising inside their bodies from the vigorous, rapid mating. Roka's nares burned with excitement and need... his length throbbed, drooling preseed against his mother's grip, even as it squeezed and stroked at him haphazardly with her motions. It was an awful tease, her smooth scuted claw working his shaft.

Asentia's beak tilted up, and clenched, as she felt that hot, electric blissful sensation growing inside her, as her son's pistoning length worked through the inside of her sensitive cunt, his flared crown rolling through her, his ridges working every sensitive spot inside her. Soon, the scent of sex was even more intense in the cave, as her juices dripped out of her stretched open pussy lips, wetting both gryphons's loins, the rutting getting louder, as preseed and female juices soaked the back of his sac too. Soon, that knot's grinding against her mound got more insistent, making the female squawk out as it started to push inside her, forcing its way in... that intense width spreading her cuntlips out almost painfully before it sank in, filling the hen perfectly, triggering another wash of hot bliss to crash over her in a wave.

The rutting didn't stop though... like a canine, Tren kept up his motions, his hips pistoning back and forth rapidly and sharply, still able to move back and forth about an inch and a half while tied. For the hen, though, the stirring of a knot inside her was too much to bear for long... her beak tilted upwards and gaped wide, and she let out a loud avian cry, unable to help herself, as her pussy clenched and spasmed around that knot, her back arching, as she shuddered under her pelt, an intense feeling of blissful pleasure flooding her mind entirely, her whole body lit up with the feeling... a powerful orgasm rocking her to her core, filling her whole body. The male on top of her could only last a moment after it started, that heavy clenching around his knot setting him off too... his mating cry mixed with his mother's as well, sharp and loud, as his knot swelled up thick, trying him to his mother tight. Tren kept bucking and grinding into her as his mother's pussy perfectly milked him for his seed, thick, hot sprays of it streaming out of his tip, his balls satisfyingly emptying their pent-up load, almost painfully with how quickly and fully they were drained. The moments were quick in reality, but to the rutting pair, it felt like a lifetime of rutting, grinding, orgasmic bliss.

Soon, though, Tren settled down on his mother's back, body going mostly slack, as he panted rapidly, trying to recover from those intense sensations, those wild efforts. He cooed to his mother, leaning down to lick and nibble affectionately at her neck. As her beak rose up, she shared an affectionate beakrub with her son, a loving gesture.

"Hurry up, Tren..." Roka whined out. "I want... to please mother, too!" The younger male's length was as stiff as possible, and he raked the cave floor, preseed drooling down his shaft, the lines of it glistening. Asentia grynned and Tren chuckled... she shifted up a bit so she could stroke the male from base to tip, spreading that slickness out across his length... her boys were so productive. Roka let out a groan, deep and throaty, as that claw stroked over his sensitive crown and head... but at the moment, it just felt like more teasing.

"Just give me a minute..." the bigger male grunted, shifting back a bit... his knot hadn't quite subsided yet. Gryphons had knots that didn't last as long as canines... but they still stayed thick for a little while. Roka whined, but nodded. Meanwhile, Asentia shifted up a bit more, and starting to lavish her son's cock with wet lappings of her tongue again, licking over his crown and tip smoothly, tongue curling along his head. Roka shivered tensely, letting out sensitive avian noises at the sensation shivering up his spine... he watched his mother's lewd actions, his hips and hinds shifting.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tren mercifully popped his mostly deflated knot out of his mother's well fucked pussy with a lewd pop, his seed spilling out of her, producing a wet puddle of juices and cum on the floor underneath her. Roka's ears perked and he shifted up on all fours quickly, padding around his mother to inspect his brother's deed. Tren gave Roka a teasing nudge of his head against his shoulder, but Roka was too fascinated by the sight to react... his mother's pussy, which he'd fascinated about, with a slight gape, seed drooling out, completely soaked with wetness all across her loins... there couldn't be a lewder sight.

Roka reared up with a loud cry, unable to help himself! Soon, his body landed on top of his mother's, and he rutted forwards, shoving his length into his mother sharply, rapidly! Asentia let out a tense, wild cry, as her son drove into her wrecklessly, haphazardly! Soon, Roka was rutting his length in and out of his mother's cunt with swift, long, rapid strokes, fucking her wildly, needfully, letting out long, tense cries of pleasure, eyes squinted shut, beak clenched tight. Asentia let out a loud cry of her own, that length working her wildly, making her pleasure rise quickly again... the sex was wild, fast, and rough, but the hen was hardly upset!

Soon, Roka's knot was popping in and out of the hen, as the smaller male gave her a rough knotfucking... that bulb making lewd noises as it spread her out again and again, making the hen's eyes roll up a bit, and her beak gape... then suddenly, she let out another mating cry, as that sensation driving into her again and again set off another orgasm, her muscles clenching tightly around him as he shoved in, her juices squirting out of her pussy wetly, adding to the growing puddle of wetness underneath her loins. Roka's knot couldn't pull out again after that, but the younger male, running entirely on instinct, just kept rutting into her with what little room he still had, making the pace even faster as he rutted her deep.

Roka couldn't hold on too long like this, and soon, his beak tilted up and gaped, and he let out a loud, shrill cry of his own, his muscles clenching and relaxing in waves against his mother's back, as his knot throbbed stiffly and his length jutted upwards with each stream of thick, hot seed he shot deep inside her. Asentia shuddered with the sensation, another smaller orgasm shooting through her, making her claws knead at the cave floor... talons scraping, as sensitive sensations of bliss shot through her electrically. Roka didn't last as long... but his attentions had certainly been intense!

Roka, too, settled down after several long moments, and leaned down to lick and nibble affectionately at his mother's beak and feathers.

"I love you, mother..." he cooed out to her sweetly, making Asentia trill pleasantly.

"I love you too, sweetie," she said to him, giving his beak a lick. She panted hotly, "You two have worn me out a bit, I think!"

"Don't speak too soon, mother..." Tren said, looking back to the entrance of the cave room...

Asentia looked too, spying several pairs of eyes glistening through the entrance. Warm, affectionate eyes... shining with desire. Of course, Asentia had many sons... and it seems they weren't quiet enough to prevent any of them from figuring out what was going on.

"O-oh..." Asentia said, gulping... this was going to be a long, wonderful night...