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The sun was just staring to come up, and beams of gold were bleeding through red stained glass windows, giving the throne room of the forgotten castle a ruby sheen, as if the room were flooding with cherry wine. Candles lined the throne that Yelleena sat upon, and she admired the way that the sun painted the room so artfully as she rested back in the massive chair and sipped a refreshing drink from a golden challis, revitalizing her exhausted body.

After all, it was a task to be awake for over 24 hours, searching for a legendary adventurer, and another challenge to defeat him in combat and restrain him.

But another woman in the world that could fuck his brains out and completely whip him into submissive shape in that same time frame? Yelleena thought to herself, as she watched Duhey dangling from the ceiling, hanging from his tied wrists. Get outta here...I'm the only one, baby, and I'm the only one for him...

Even with that mindset, it didn't mean that Yelleena was as selfish as the legends might declare. After all, Duhey wasn't just dangling from the ceiling by himself...he was dangling at just the right height for Gwendolyn to be resting in front of him, her cheek pressed to the cool stone of the throne room and her rump perked up high so that the fennec could plunge her depths with his impressively stiff cock, still holding up to the task for a third consecutive bout in such a short amount of time.

"You're really working him hard, aren't you, Gwendolyn?" Yelleena asked, as she embraced her own voyeuristic nature. Anyone would have been lucky to enjoy such a lewd display, and she had this one all to herself, just the way she liked it. She could already see drops of precum spilling to the floor as Gwendolyn pounded her hips back into the hanging fennec, literally taking him for all of the pleasure that he could give.

What was perhaps most shocking about it was the gryphon nodding in reply to her partner, a sign that she was really starting to learn the language, even if she could quite articulate her thoughts yet. The language of pleasure was universal, and Gwendolyn made sure that Duhey knew how close she was to her second release of the day by clenching her walls around his member, trying not to let him escape her body ever again.

Duhey was pleasantly surprised at just how tight Gwendolyn was inside; he didn't assume that she got a lot of action, so he expected that, but the mount was so much larger than he was that he worried about his ability to satisfy her, only to find her inner muscles to be every bit as strong and tight as a woman of his own size, and just as narrow. He thought that he might be enjoying the ride even more than Gwendolyn was, even as the gryphon gritted her fangs together in a needy grin and nuzzled helplessly into the floor, having no softer surface to brush up against.

"My darling Duhey..." Yelleena started to speak, as she took another sip from her wine, "We come from similar lands, where the laws forbid such an act as this...but I much prefer the darker side of life, and the hidden pleasures we deny ourselves...so tell me. Are you enjoying this?"

The words weren't enough to break Duhey out of the spell she'd placed him under. He couldn't possibly worry about the fact that this act was illegal; not when Gwendolyn was bucking back against him with such force that he swung from the ceiling.

"Y-yes...I do..."

Yelleena sprawled herself out on her throne, getting comfy and spreading her legs wide open, allowing the fresh shimmer of desire that gathered on her womanhood to be exposed. "Not good enough," she muttered, grinning devilishly at her captured fennec. "Tell me that you love fucking my feral mount...that you love the way her forbidden pussy feels upon your unworthy cock..."

It wasn't in Duhey to resist Yelleena anymore. That ability had long since left his body, and in the heat of the moment, there was only doing as his mistress ordered, and pleasuring her mount with all of the faithfulness that he'd pleasured her before.

"I nnff...damn... I..." Duhey tried to stammer out, but even as he tried to reply, he could feel his climax building. He felt as though his balls might be drained, but he underestimated the effect that someone answering his fetish could have on his body, and was nowhere near prepared for the heavy, flowing river of seed that rushed from the tip of his cock and suddenly splattered the inside of Gwendolyn's womanhood with cum. "Y-yes! Yes, I fucking love it! I love p-pounding this forbidden pussy...I f-fucking love having sex with a wild, feral beast! Yes!"

Yelleena actually gasped for just a moment as she watched Duhey's sack contract tightly around his sensitive orbs, squeezing the last of what he could offer for the females to the gryphon and filling her up, but the gryphon revealed just how much of a naughty beast she could be, as well, as she lowered her hips just enough for Duhey to slide out of her tight, sloppy wet folds and force his member to sit upon the crest of her rump. His seed spilled down between the cheeks of her backside, drizzling over her tailhole as fresh spurts of the mess arced out through the air and sprayed down over Gwendolyn's back, drawing an avian song of desire from the well-fucked gryphon and leaving her body to tremble as the hot, sticky mess trickled down the fur of her lower back. Her wings, once folded back, started to shiver and flap in her uncontrollable pleasure, never having been so lucky as to feel the seed of a male running over her body in such a depraved way.

It was an evening of firsts for all three parties involved, but as Duhey hung from the ceiling, spending the last of his male juices and gasping for air, he could see a look in Yelleena's eyes that went far past lust and desire...there was a_need_ there, one that made it clear she wasn't just going to blow his mind and kick him out the door.

Be it for her own devices, the delight of her gryphon, or perhaps even the affections of Duhey, Yelleena wasn't going to let him leave the castle anytime soon...if ever.

"Look at you two...making such a mess that poor Gwendolyn is covered in it!" Yelleena declared, trying to feign annoyance as she stood up from her throne. Duhey prepared himself for at least one lash across his backside, given how many he'd felt before, but instead, he only felt the release of the ropes around his wrist, and a delicate set of arms as he was caught by Yelleena, and lowered to the floor. His knees ended up in a puddle of his own juices, and yet, he didn't care about the sticky feeling of the cum in his fur...he couldn't. Not when Gwendolyn turned around and nuzzled into his cheek with warmth and affection, and Yelleena, despite her punishing nature, knelt down with him and joined into the pile of warmth.

"I...I really don't thinks she minds, Mistress Yelleena..."

Yelleena smirked one last time. "Hmmph. I suppose she doesn't, but...this is still no way for a lady to carry herself. I'm afraid you'll have to bathe the both of us in the morning, Duhey..."

The fennec gulped back a tiny bit of nervous excitement, knowing that the corners of his lips were curling into a smile at the thought.

"I want you to be very, very thorough, Duhey...for every spot you miss," she paused, running a paw down from his shoulder to the underside of his tail. She took a full, tight grip of his firm rump, and licked one of her fangs at the thought of what she could do to that particular body part later on. "You get a lashing on this tight, sweet little rear...and be sure to get nice and deep inside of Gwendolyn. She likes to feel fresh in the mornings..."

Duhey was no longer sure if Yelleena was actually talking about a bath or not, but one thing he could be very sure of was this: he'd only seen the tip of the iceberg, and the very outer limits of Yelleena's depravity.

I've never wanted to take a bath so badly in my life...