The Gryphon Stable
To win the woman of his dreams, a young man decides to do the unthinkable to remove his rival, though he is kind enough to make sure that his rival has a new mate of his own, just not the sort he wanted.
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The scent of leather and feathers mingled together perfectly as Tristan shifted and looked at himself in the mirror with a slight smile curling his lips. The outfit was perfectly hugging his body, a glorious spill of feathers that had been taken exclusively from swans, creating a pattern of snowy white softness all along his chest and sides. The wings were more dramatic, of course, but he had hardly expected anything less given the man that he had hired to design them. The long white primaries were perfectly stretched out to look like the wings of a large raptor, framing his body perfectly. His lips twitched up and he turned about, ignoring the rippling walls of the tent as he did so. It was a perfect costume, sure to draw the attention of nearly any lady who wanted a man of substance and grace.
He had never particularly enjoyed his time at the costume festivals that were held by the upper class, but he had never felt inspired by them. There were always people with the most elaborate costumes here, ones that were constantly coming up with new creations that they could step out to win prizes or women. This was the first year that he was anticipating it with a costume that would make people pause and stare. Of course, it was also the first year that he would be stepping into a party while looking at the eligible women for something other than mild flirting. He was considered attractive by most, there was every reason in the world that he would end this evening with half a dozen women trying to catch his eyes. Many of them had come here simply for him, a fact he had every intention of taking advantage of.
He already had his eyes set on the young lady he had the intentions he had of making his wife. A slight mild girl that would quail at any hint that he disapproved of something she had done. Within the year he would take up his officer's title and a position in the palace, a place on the council as his father retired. He would soon be settled for life, his world absolutely perfect as soon as Anna belonged to him. And this costume fete was the perfect time to do so. The only other attempt for her affections had been by one of the Captain's that worked in the gryphon's legion. The rough man wasn't invited, he would never be invited, he was nothing more than a commoner. No reason to be concerned.
"Go and prepare for my entrance, the last details I can see to myself." He spoke to one side, his servant standing by with the mask at the ready. "I shall want to have the song I've noted playing when I step onto the grounds."
"Of course, sir." The man dipped his head a little in deference, the eyes rolled up a little to watch his master.
"Put the mask on the table, I can put it on myself." He commanded with a soft murmur and turned about one more time to see how the wings flexed and shifted.
He couldn't keep himself from looking at the mask placed on the table stand, the sight of it brought a smile to his lips as the elaborate design of it was priceless and entirely unique. It was an oversized falconer's hood, one designed for the use on gryphons as a training exercise, but this one hadn't been made for a rough wild soldier. It was soft leather, stitched together perfectly so there wasn't a hint of seams on the sugar white surface. It had been oiled and polished well, but the real design came in the burned etchings over the surface that created elaborate pattern of swirls and crisp crosses to lend an appearance of snowflakes. There were silver strands gathered in a top knot at the apex of the hood that fell down like a mane, perfect and showing no wear or use. The white leather had been created in such a way that there wasn't even a hint of yellow to it. It was a hood made for a royal, expensive beyond measure, and a damned fool of a backyard merchant had possessed it.
The man had sold it for him for a steep price, but it wasn't terribly steep when one realized that it was worth four times as much to the right person. It was stolen, of that he was sure, but there was nothing that would link him with the theft and the additions he had made would make it harder to prove. They would be hard pressed to do anything besides reprimand him and take away the mask, and after tonight that would hardly matter. He'd give them the name of the merchant and happily collect a reward if that were the case. The idiot man had been glad to be rid of the thing!
He lifted it up, the weight hinting at how thick the leather was, but if it were to be used on a gryphon it would have to have some thick give to it in order to be worn by a gryphon for any length of time. He had modified it with a beak carved of bone and polished down to a high gloss to mesh seamlessly with the hood. The small down feathers were stitched in at the base of the beak, hiding the place where he would be able to see with his human eyes. The bulbous cups that were supposed to be used for the broad raptor eyes were useless in blocking his sight. He stroked his fingers along the leather hood, stroking with a gentle massage that curled against the etchings possessively. Ever since he had seen it he had wanted to wear it, the need strangely overpowering since the idea for the costume had been given wings.
He turned the mask over, rolling it to reveal the padded interior and stroked either side of the feathered cheeks. It was designed for his head now, it would hold it where he could look out and still be comfortable. He tipped his head down and carefully began to pull the leather over the back of his head, drawing the white material back so that it would cover any hint of his human skin or hair. It felt soft, smooth and sweeping downwards with a sensuous caress that made him want to shiver. The scent of leather filled his nose as he settled it back further and gripped the bone carved beak to guide it so the edging fell down to the high collared coat. He had always loved the scent of leather, and this simply made him draw in a deeper breath as he turned his head up and saw the slits that had been carefully covered with feathers, giving him light to see by.
Tristan had a moment to look at himself in the mirror, the reflection casting back to him a vision of a raptorial creature glaring back at him. The mask didn't need eyes, the captured appearance made it more exotic, a hint that there was truly a monster beneath the leather. He shifted the beak down, and reached for the straps that would pull it tight under his chin, but he never made it that far. His fingers brushed the long edges of the leather straps and then felt them falling down along his neck and tightening on their own. The mask squeezed around his head, pinching the back of his neck and digging in along his forehead, shocking him into a short noise before reaching up to grab the faux-beak to push it upwards so it would be loosened.
It didn't budge, it tugged against his skin strangely as the scent of leather faded and the leather warmed around him. He could almost feel it rippling as it closed tightly and gave a caress along the sides of his cheeks. It wasn't right, it wasn't fitting right, it was pulling down and putting more and more pressure against him as he let out a wheezing cry. He yanked against the fake beak, pulling it to one side, but the pull only tugged along his cheeks and skin. The mask affixed itself as the edges of the bone beak dug in tightly against his cheeks, pinching against them. The edges were almost sharp feeling as his lips were dug in against his teeth painfully, nearly making him bite them.
"RRRNNNFFF!" He tried to call out, but the sound came from clenched teeth as he staggered backwards.
The long silver strands of the hood fell along his back and stroked him, a bare caress that sent a shiver rushing down the line of his back. He felt it, a bare caress that tickled the line of his shoulders with a shudder. Naked, he felt it dancing against the line of his spine as his clothes felt as if they were clinging to him. He gave a twitch and shrug, writhing and squirming in place as he pulled harder against the mask only to feel it catching just behind his head. It refused to budge, it squeezed down harder while there was a sudden tear running down along the line of his back. His lovely costume and clothing split open wide, running down towards the line of his spine as he struggled harder against the leather. His breathing came out in short wheezing sounds before heat poured through him in a liquid rush as his body began to shift.
He felt his lips stiffening while his shirt spread open wide and ripped apart. His shoulders shifted and popped as the joints adjusted while his fingers became strange feeling. As he pawed at his head, he felt the nails were thickening and growing heavier, curling down and tapering towards the tip to a needle fine point. His hands felt larger, heavier and more unwieldy by the moment, thickening with his toes broadening towards the tip. He felt a rush of terror that was only increasing as he felt his lips curling slightly downwards, the feel of them shifting was coupled with pressure in his mouth. He panted shallowly and jumped backwards, crashing against one side of his desk, feeling his teeth starting to pulled backwards while the sense of his face changed.
A beak! His mouth was changing into a beak! His tongue grew thinner as his teeth melted and helped form the hard stiff edges as his nose all but disappeared. His skin was itching and shivering slightly while he let out a ragged noise, the sound inhuman as his back ached and shifted, his hips aching painfully so he was partially thrown forward. His shirt dropped down in ribbons, the seams torn apart as his back popped and shifted. The scent's on the air grew less sharp as he swung his blind head around, the leather clung to him and began to fit better as his skull grew more streamlined. He opened his beak wide, the edges clattered and snapped together. His hands and arms changed, they grew harder to move with any agility while he tried to hook his claws against the leather. His elbows were higher up closer to his chest, the build more like a leg than an arm.
"Ahhh so you couldn't resist, could you?" A voice purred into the room as he crashed down onto his rump, his back aching while his sense of balance was thrown forward with his changed forelegs hitting the ground. "You never could resist a production."
"RAWWWWWWWWWK!" Tristan squawked out, trying to scream out the name of his rival, but he didn't scream Jean, his beak didn't work that way.
"I would have thought you'd be more careful with what you purchased, but I suppose when you're of noble blood you assume others will look at things for you." Jean's voice was filled with laughter as the boots hit the ground.
The young captain was a rough man, born of common blood he had risen in the ranks of the Gryphon Corp and won his command through several bold moves in the heat of battle. He was a joke in the upper class circles that he walked through, a man that had only earned his position through luck and barely had a family name to call his own. He was allowed into the very edges of their society out of pity, his clumsy attempts at saying the right things had been amusing even. Tristan had enjoyed many days taunting the other young man and had even had fits of laughter when he had noticed Jean trying to win over the hand of Elaine. As if a woman of such noble birth and fine bloodlines would ever find herself married to a man who slept in a stall with his gryphon! It was mockable, laughable, and he had been laughing....until now.
There was a spasm and tear along his pants as his legs began to shift, his ankles rose higher up in the air and his bones lengthened as he stood on all fours. Everything on him was growing, he could feel his weight spreading more evenly along his legs as he let out a short series of noises deep in his throat. He closed his eyes and wheezed out a soft noise, his tongue darting in and out lightly before his head jerked backwards. The line of his back was covered in a thick rush of what felt like feathers or fur and it was sliding lower as his pants tore along the crease of his ass. To his horror, he felt his pants falling away to reveal his naked flesh beneath. He couldn't even cover himself, his forepaws weren't able to be used that way and he was disoriented enough that even turning nearly set him off balance. He splayed his hind legs while his feet became more compact and warmth flowed down the sweep of his legs, pressure was growing at the apex of his shoulders.
Hands slid along his shoulders, but they didn't brush against his bare skin, they brushed along thick feathers that were growing and filling out along his body. His hips began to feel a pang of pressure right at the apex while something began to push outwards. The strips of his pants fell down to the ground as Jean stroked along his shoulder, sliding through the feathers down towards his avian forelegs. He could actually feel the change from feathers to smooth scaled lower legs, but most of his attention was on the feel of something pushing out and growing from the small of his back. It fell down along his ass and his hind legs, a tail blossoming from his changing body as he squawked out and swung his head away to snap at the man walking beside him.
"Lovely coloring." Jean let out a low laugh as something tightened along his stomach, his skin twitching slightly as he felt his cock and balls warming strangely beneath him. "Though, I always knew you would look better outside of those pompous outfits."
Tristan tried to protest, he snarled raggedly and gave his head a shake, stumbling backwards as the hands slid down towards his ankles. He could feel his cock sliding forward along his belly, his mind's eye already giving him mental images of what was happening to him. He was being changed into a gryphon, he had no doubt about it, his body adjusting as muscles built and faded as they adjusted towards a flyers body. New muscles formed just above his shoulders and he felt weight spreading just along the sides of his spine. Wings, god, he was growing wings! He let out a guttural cry as he stumbled to one side, all four legs splayed open wide.
He gave his head a ragged shake back and forth, snapping his beak before the hands on his wrist shifted and something slapped right above his newly made forepaws. Thick leather was soft feeling as it was pulled down tight from the ankle all the way up towards his knee. He tried to jerk his leg away, but Jean was moving beneath his beak to catch his other leg. He snapped down at him, his beak clacking loudly as he tried to grab Jean, but the man was well equipped to deal with him. There was too much happening and there was nothing Tristan could do to break free without seeing. He dropped down onto his haunches with a grunt, his tail smacking loudly against the ground while wings extended out, growing heavier to drape down along the line of his side and back.
"Oh come now, drake, do you really think that you can get away? I was wrestling gryphons from the time I was a child." Jean answered as the leather was buckled down, holding tightly. "A fine bird such as you needs a lovely set of jesses to bring him to heel."
Tristan gave his head a rough shake and tried to pull away, but the moment he moved his forepaws he was tripped up and nearly crashed against the ground. The twin restraints were joined by a short snap of leather, effectively hobbling him as he spread his wings and batted them wildly. He screamed out, the avian cry bursting from his throat loudly as he shrieked and shrilled, shaking his head about blindly as his rival clicked something just beneath the line of the hood that blinded him. A lead, the man had actually clipped a lead to him! The former man flushed in outraged humiliation before trying to lunge forward, tripping himself up over the jesses so he was sent crashing to the ground. His new weight and the shape of his body sent him stumbling to his chest hard enough to drive the air from his lungs.
"Poor boy." Jean's hand slid along the nape of his neck, stroking with a delicate caress that trailed all the way down to the line of his spine. "Whoever let a gryphon into a home?"
Why is this happening to me?! _ He thought with a roiling of his stomach as the lead was pulled up tight again, heaving his large avian head higher in the air. _How could this happen?!
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"Come on!" The pull made Tristan blindly swing around, swiping out a large foreclaw before the jesses' tripped him up and nearly made him fall down. It was at least the sixth time he had nearly fallen since he had been led from the house. "Easy there, poor thing, you're going to scrape your chin."
_How dare he?! I will have his hide and strip him of every title! _ He snarled and twisted back and forth, trying to jump backwards again, but when he did the lead pulled the jesses and he was thrown down onto his chest with an angry screech.
Jean gave him no quarter nor was he allowed to do anything more then be dragged forward a foot before he scrabbled up to all fours. He looked around wildly, swinging his head this way and that uselessly as he tried to have some idea of where he was being taken. The wings were bouncing against the line of his back, but he couldn't use them, even if his eyes had been open he had no idea how to fly. The only sense that was really left to him to give him a hint as to where he was came with scent. He was near one of the buildings, he could smell oil and smoke from the torches, but he had no idea why he was being dragged this way.
He stumbled and walked in a hunched manner, struggling to use anything he could smell or hear to give him a hint as to where he was going. His beak parted open wide, sucking in a series of breaths and then he let out a choked noise as he got a full beak full of smoke. His talons scraped against the ground and were stubbed on hard rock as he swung around, his tail lashing wildly behind him as he clacked his beak together a few times. The loud sound clattered in his ears as he fumbled and inched across rough cobblestones, hunching his back slightly. And then he heard it, there was no escaping the sound of it, it was familiar to anyone that had spent time near the army and the Aerial Corps. He jerked his head up as the hisses and trills of gryphons reached him and caused his heart to leap up in his chest with fear.
The Gryphon Stable. He shook his head and reached up with a large forepaw to claw at the leather hood, trying to dislodge it so he could see what was happening. He knew that Jean was angry at him, but he couldn't just throw him in with the animals! It was beyond cruelty! Most of the creatures here were designed for war, they'd attack new gryphons and kill the weak. Drakes were terrifying, it's why they were so prized as fighters above the females. The moment they got a glimpse of him they'd set at him without protection and he was hooded! He shrieked and reared up, trying to strike with both of his foreclaws out at his rival, but the man only laughed and twisted the leash to pull the jesses down tight. His legs were yanked forward, his weight being thrown forward and off balance until he fell to one side.
"You would think I was as cold as you are," Jean's voice came in a snap. "It says much for your character that you went to that fate. I would never kill you or see you ripped apart. I'm not as cold hearted as you are."
_I'm not cold hearted! He lost, it's not my fault that he wasn't able to catch her eye. _ Tristan snapped his beak and trembled as he was hauled back to all fours.
"As it is, I've come to bring you to your new bride." Jean's voice turned merry and the lead pulled him to one side. "I wouldn't want you to spend tonight alone and in need, not when you had so obviously been planning on spending it in Elaine's company."
Tristan hissed, the sound wasn't even remotely human sounding as it escaped his throat. His wings spread wide and flicked, shivering slightly while his heart pounded in his chest. He tried to twist his way free, but the jesses were tightened in some way that he couldn't fathom. His forelegs were drawn together, his ankles snapped to either side and drawn tight so he wasn't even able to walk. He fell to one side, hitting against the line of a wall hard enough that the breath was knocked out of him. His beak spread wider and he turned his head only to hear a low rumble vibrating out from beyond the wall and the sound of something hitting wood. He hissed another warning, hobbling forward to get away, but his legs pulled together gave him no real balance.
"Easy, shhh.. You smell him, don't you? There we go, back, don't make a fuss and you can have him." Jean was crooning at something, the voice pitched sweetly as he hopped forward in answer to the drag of the leash. "She is my favorite, though she's not suitable for battle due to injury, I have high hopes for the clutch you'll produce with her."
_WHAT?! _ He jerked his head back, beak gaping open wide before he was hauled forward and his shoulder continued to slide along the wooden wall.
He managed three hobbling steps before he hit nothingness and his shoulder fell inwards, followed by the rest of him. He squawked out in a less than musical tone, trying to scrabble himself back up onto his unsteady feet as his forepaws hit the ground and slipped over straw as he tried to swing around. His wings beat and flashed, whipping them open wide as he gaped his beak open. The weight of the human shoved against his haunches and shoved, sending him falling to the ground into what he could only assume was a stall. He flared his wings open, cracking them about while a door hit his hind paws and shoved forward with a forceful push. He kicked out against the hard wood, raking his claws against it as he attempted to untangle himself from the leather and bonds. His covered head swung around blindly, he didn't even know how much room he had!
He rolled up onto one of his shoulders, his chest crushed the straw down as he heard movement around him. He tried to lift up his ear tufts, but the hood kept them pinned flat and the sounds were muffled as he sniffed and huffed. He had never thought of smell as anything important at all, nothing that was even remotely valuable, but now it was all he had that was full and clear. He snuffed and snorted like a stallion, but all he could smell was the strange spicy sweet scent of gryphon on the air. His beak parted and he swung his head around as movement came from one side of the room, the rustle and slide of straw was on the ground. There was a hot puff of breath rushing against his shoulder that made him snarl and writhe backwards, but the approach continued. His mind was filled with images of the gryphon mounts used in the aerial corps, the terrifying creatures with wickedly sharped claws and beaks honed to points.
He had to struggle to get up again, the jesses made it awkward as he got his hind legs up first and his forelegs after, swaying a little while he splayed his wings open to balance him. The scent of gryphon was flooding his nose, rich and strangely arousing in a way that made him uncomfortably aware of the form walking around him. The soft chirps and chitters were muffled by the leather of the hood, but he swung his head about with a low noise, taking a step backwards. He felt the flush of warmth spreading through his lower belly, expanding outwards with a rush that caressed and tantalized him in a way that had his heart speeding up. He tried to turn his head away from her, blindly tucking his beak against one of his feathered shoulders while the low purring hen came in closer to him, the straw being shoved around. He had no idea how to get away or even how the stall was laid out.
"Rrrrrr?" The little trill made him whip his head around to face the gryphon, it... no she, it was a she...rubbed her beak along the line of his shoulder and sild downwards.
He lifted a paw to strike her, but he only yanked against the jesses uselessly. He couldn't get himself free the leather as he jerked and writhed, feeling the beak snuffling higher up. The spicy scent was growing thicker as she rumbled down at him, the warm breath tickled over his feathers lightly as a paw hit lightly against his side. It made him jerk and fling his head back, struggling to get a sense of what was happening and where. He didn't know what female he was in with, even if he had a name he wouldn't be able to bring to mind what they looked like. He knew that the females were generally shorter, but heavier bodied than males, but that was it. The claw raked lightly along his shoulder, trailing down towards the line of his broad chest. He snapped his beak towards her, but she suddenly rubbed up along him, gliding and curling with the broad body sliding and dragging along his side with her back smoothing along the underside of his beak
The scent. His eyes snapped open wide as he felt it shuddering through him, a warmth that started deep inside of his lower belly, his breathing came out in a rush as he felt feathers tickling beneath him before changing to plush fur. She was smaller than he was, that much was clear, but she was also able to see and use her forepaws while his own were drawn up short with the jesses. He shook his head wildly as the plush fur of the haunches rubbed under his beak and he froze with short heavy pants, gaping his beak open wide as the pheromone laden scents that made his stomach tighten strangely and he stumbled backwards, nearly falling on his tail before she moved away again. The warm breath hit against the line of his shoulder, her body pressing back against him. Tristan heard the low trilling rumble bursting from the throat, crooning out while he was shaking and growing increasingly aware of the fact his heart was racing.
His body didn't care what his mind was thinking. The feel of the hen brushing against him, the scent and sensations worked against him as his stomach muscles kept tightening and rippling as he felt something horrible happening between his legs. He squawked and jumped backwards, stumbling a little bit as the low slung sheath that swayed along his body began to peel back and he felt a kiss of cool air along the tip of his cock. It was pushing free, it didn't matter that it was an animal sliding against him, the scent of her was a rich earthy musk that made his breath come in small hitches as he gave a jerk backwards. His haunches bumped up against the side of the stall and froze him as the hen's beak nipped right against his neck with interest. Her demanding touches confusing him and horrifying him while he felt his cock tip sliding further out from his sheath, the heat building as he gave a rough shove against her, hissing angrily to try and drive her away.
The hen didn't take the hint, instead, he was horrified to feel the rub against his side and her body pushed up just under his chest. Tristan let out a shrill noise and jumped up, his wings flaring out and trying to bat wildly, but it only tangled him worse as her shoulders pushed right up under chest, shoving upwards before he could stop her. He stepped away, trying to get free, but she was already moving and pushing up under his chest before he could stop her. One of her forepaws pushed down on the jesses and stumbled him up while he felt her feathered and furred body pushing up under his stomach and chest. He let out a sound of panic and whipped his tail around, lashing wildly as he tried to jump to one side. The weight pushed up hard against his chest and stomach, the plush furred rump teased along his lower belly, making him feel his exposed cock sliding against the warm fur.
"There you go, about time I put you with a drake." Jean's words were warm with amusement that made the heat flush Tristan's cheeks as his rival mocked him.
He was shaking, his beak spread open with shallow pants as his tongue tip jutted out while she wriggled under him comfortably, crouching and flipping the length of her tail up so that his cock was bouncing against her. God, she felt so good. She was so deliciously warm against him, wriggling and arching with soft trills while her head rubbed up against the side of his chest. The arousing scent of hen continued to assault him, making it hard to think about anything except the way his pulse was racing. His eyes squeezed shut and he tried to stop himself from reacting as his stomach muscles tensed and rippled. He could feel his cock slipping out in reaction to her, drooling wet precum down against the base of her tail as she hunched herself up enticingly. He was shaking, his haunches tensing up while he tried to think about anything except the hen and her scent, he tried to think about Elaine, he tried to think about his humiliation of being put into this situation and his fear of what it meant.
It wasn't working, his breathing came out faster as she wriggled and he automatically tipped his hips downwards against her with a shallow thrust. His tapered cock shoved along her fur and he groaned out as she reacted by pushing back against him. The smooth softness kissed around his length at the perfect angle to make more of him surge out of his sheath and swell, throbbing while he jerked his hips back away again. The moment he pulled away he spilled out a stream of precum against her loins causing her to wriggle beneath his belly, her head pushing up between his forelegs while she crooned out. The next rock backwards bobbed his cock downwards and it slipped down between her haunches before slipping up to kiss right along the plush warmth of her sex. He snapped his beak shut and began to shake, trying to drag his hips away as he felt the soft spade shaped mound rubbing along him, precum dribbling down over her as he wheezed out a low noise. He didn't want this! He didn't want to do anything with the animal.
His hips were shaking, muscles bunching up before clacking his beak and she only pushed back against him with a needy little noise. Her tail was curled up to tickle his belly as his cock slid up and away from the plush cunny lips, starting to push him towards the base of her tail. Instinct was screaming inside of him, she needed to be bred, she was right there and ready for him! It was an instinct he had never had that made it feel as if his body were on fire when she rocked backwards again and pranced on her hind legs. The little wiggle of the hips settling against his lower belly until his cock jabbed against her again and slipped along the sleek cunny lips. His glans twitched and flung out a stream of precum, catching right along the swollen mound before his body moved, he couldn't stop it, his muscles bunched up before jerking forward to pry her open.
Tristan cried out, the sound high pitched and angry as he force fed his cock in between her thick heavy lips, feeling the heat wrapping over his bare hip as he wedged the first few inches into her fertile passage. The hen trilled and wriggled under him, her hips pushing up as he gave another rock forward, forcing his length inwards and battling the rippling walls that clutched down around him and squeezed. She was so hot, almost painful hot, as the silken passage suckled around his cock and the former man was lost in the moment as he drove himself forward and wedged nearly half of his length inside of her body. He heard her wings flexing and twitching beneath him as he rolled his haunches, feeling a ring of barbs dragging through her as he drew back, catching through her sleek narrow passage. She squawked out loudly and tensed as he pulled backwards and stimulated her passage, but he barely pulled an inch out before plunging forward.
He lost the battle on his mind as she felt the heat surrounding his cock and suckling over him as he delved in deeper, prying her walls wider and wider, the ring of muscle pushed down along his cock as his hind legs splayed wider to wrap around her crouched haunches. It was like nothing he had ever felt in the world, powerful squeezing muscles drew along the length of his spire as he felt wet hot honey pushing out around his thick flesh, lathering with his precum as it was pumped into her. The tense haunches were shaking against him, her calls high pitched and animalistic, but so were his own. He forgot about what he was doing, he thought only of the heat and desire as he plunged forward with a rough thrust. The thrust sank him in all the way down towards the swollen bulge of his base, pinning down against her sleek mound with a wet squelching noise before he began to draw backwards, trying to get a better hold on her.
Tristan dropped his weight down on her, pinning the hen along his chest and stomach while his feathers flattened down in horror, his mind afire with need as he plunged back into her with a rough buck that made her cry out beneath him . He stretched her as wide as she could go, the sleek smooth length of his cock glutted her passage as the tip kept raking barbs through her fertile body, tickling and running over her so that her walls started to clamp down tightly around him. She was almost painfully tight, making him rock forward on the tips of his toes with a driving thrust that pushed her hips higher up in the air, his balls swinging forward as he began to thrust with more powerful movements. He wasn't trying to hold back, there wasn't enough left in his mind to stop himself once he felt her clutching and starting to be splayed around the thickest point of his base.
He tried to grab at her with his forepaws, but the jesses got in the way. Her body twisted and arched up with each rake of his barbs used to stimulate her body into ovulating, he knew the reason they were there and that didn't matter. Nothing mattered expect for the way her walls were stretching open around him, the feel of his thickening base battering against her soft puffy lips. They were being pinned down and stretched wider, the taut ring strained over him, forcing her body to gape while the heavy balls swung and bumped forward against her. Wet strands of slippery arousal spilled down towards his sheath as he dug his claws down against the ground, his hooded head leaned down, trying to nip at her scruff even if he couldn't see her. She was too tight, his knot was being swallowed into the passage, the force of his thrusts sinking himself home as his cock tip nestled deep enough to kiss right against the soft barrier of her cervix.
The hen was crying out under him while his haunches drew backwards, barely pulling free before the next powerful thrust forward, thick strands of precum were being flung out into her body. The thick base forced forward, stretching the walls wider and wider, feeling the taut ring pushing up and over the wide knot. The moment he felt the pressure push up over him he called out, the loud sound bursting free in a shrill scream as he bloated her body with his cock, sinking forward with a slap of his balls up between her hind legs. The cock tip drove up against the barrier of her cervix, hot rivulets of precum hit against her before he tried yanking backwards immediately. He tugged and pulled, dragging her haunches backwards as his knot refused to pull free before he drove forward again. The thrust barely raking his barbs through her while she let out a series of short cries as he grunted and shuddered.
His shaft was swelling inside of her, he could feel his knot ballooning out wider and wider, straining her open as his balls began to pull up tighter between his hind legs. He pounded against her with short brutal strikes, dragging his knot back and forth with lewd wet noises, not pulling free, but constantly stirring through the twitching and clutching passage. He flexed his fingers down against the ground, his talons raking through the straw as he tensed up and his balls began to tense and quiver. His cock started to pulse and the barbs rose up along the tip of his shaft as the narrow tip kissed right against the opening to her egg chamber. His back arched up higher before a rush of pleasure spilled over him, sending an animalistic shriek from his beak in pleasure as the first thick rush of his cum exploded out into the hen beneath him.
It poured deeper, thick heavy rivulets were flushing into her vulnerable fertile womb as his balls kept twitching and forcing up the sperm rich eruptions into her belly. His beak spread wide, panting shallowly with soft wheezing calls just under his breath. His hips bucked forward again, pushing his balls up higher to press against the trapped home as the pearly semen was continually pushing out into her, no place to go as the knot remained locked inside of her so there was no hope that the thick sperm wouldn't rush into her fertile uterus and the waiting ovum found there. His beak splayed open with short shallow pants, his breathing coming in short bursts while he tipped his head down and shuddered. He felt the hen squirming under him, her suckling passage clinging around him, trying to draw more of his seed into her waiting body.
"Now that's a lovely sight. You would have been wasted on Elane." Jean's voice came from one side, thick with mockery. "You deserved a lover that was more on your level. I'm sure that the next hen that comes into season will enjoy such an avid lover."
_Next hen? _ Tristan jerked his hooded head up with horror. Jean couldn't leave him like this! Someone would notice that he was missing, they'd come looking for him.
The hen beneath him crooned and wriggled, pumping her hips a little bit to tug against his knot as another slow drool of his cum spilled out inside of her. The sound of footsteps leaving him alone with the animal pressed against his chest and stomach. His tail dropped down along the curve of his haunches and he stifled a sick feeling rising in his stomach. There had to be a way free... there had to be a way out..