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Dragged off to Dracasis' private abode, the pretty bird finds herself unexpectedly bound and bred, made into a mother in the most [i]extravagant[/i] of ways.\n\nContains feral-on-anthro bondage breeding sex, egglaying/egg transfer from one herm to another and a final good reward breeding for one good feathery girl. Not exactly consensual but certainly lighter than my usual fair.\n\nIf you're enjoying it, the best way to encourage more is to\n[b]FAV[/b] if you liked it\n[b]COMMENT[/b] if you read it\n[b]PAW[/b] if you loved it!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Today's submission is a rare full fledged story of beautiful miss Aenah finding herself under the unexpected and quite demanding attention of yours truly. Dragged off to Dracasis' private abode, the pretty bird finds herself unexpectedly bound and bred, made into a mother in the most extravagant of ways.

Contains feral-on-anthro bondage breeding sex, egglaying/egg transfer from one herm to another and a final good reward breeding for one good feathery girl. Not exactly consensual but certainly lighter than my usual fair.

If you're enjoying it, the best way to encourage more is to
FAV if you liked it
COMMENT if you read it
PAW if you loved it!", "writing": "Aenah woke while it was still dark, very dark… too dark perhaps. Her rich violet eyes could make out nothing in the pitched lightlessness. Her body felt burdensome and heavy, her limbs unwilling to move as she dredged herself out of a deep grogginess. The blue phoenix gryphoness didn’t quite remember what happened last. Something of a party she recalled at length but little else. She must have fallen asleep early in the evening though the fine lady did not remember being particularly tired. She pulled on her arm. It did not move.\n\nThe feathery female grunted, finding something muffling the noise as well. Her tongue, heavy with sleep brushed across something soft but solid. She bit down gently finding the squishy ball deform only slightly. She attempted to move her legs with a little more success though the soft rattle of a chain caught her attention. Then it started to fall into place; it wasn’t dark, there was just something over her eyes.\n\n\"Ohh, is she awake?\" The deep thick voice caught her attention as she tried to pull her arms again. They were bound behind her back!\n\n\"Nmnnft..!\" The noise vibrated around the gag was hardly a word but it confirmed the onlooker's suspicion as much as her worried wiggling did.\n\n\"Mmmn, I love watching my prey wake for the first time.\" The voice purred. Aenah couldn’t tell by the sound of it if it was male or female though, she supposed, the voice could belong to [i]both[/i] considering she, herself, was a herm with both genders.\n\nSpeaking of; her tied limbs wiggled a little, the paws behind her back petting her body slightly, hind legs rubbing together. Was she… naked? The fine gryphoness froze as she felt a large, strong paw press to her chest, pushing her back down with an easy but firm push. There was nothing between her soft feathers and the clawed talons. It held her there until she was forced to subside, helpless to resist. The disembodied sound of its pleased growl made her shudder. She didn’t know what to think as the talons slid down her chest, between her soft breasts, down the curve of her belly and along the cradle of her inner thigh- not touching anything untoward but more than enough of a touch to know she was [i]very[/i] naked indeed!\n\n\"Oonguh..?\" The black and blue bird attempted to speak again but the gag was tucked comfortably into her mouth, hooked around the back of her head and tightened with restraint, not uncomfortably but certainly with the intent of keeping her quiet and submissive.\n\n\"Pretty little bird.\" The voice spoke again and Aenah got the distinct feeling of eyes starring over her [i]closely[/i]. She puffed a breath. \"I'm not going to hurt you.\" The gryphoness tensed a little as the sound was markedly closer. \"I wouldn’t dream of harming a single one of your absolutely [b]gorgeous[/b] feathers.\"\n\nThe sensation of warm breath tingling across her bare chest confirmed her earlier suspicions and made her head tilt up and away slightly reflexively. Whoever it was was certainly larger in capacity. Even without being able to see, she could [i]feel[/i] their presence like a looming weight hovering just above. And, if that wasn’t enough, the feel of a hot, slimy wet reptilian tongue extending and grazing across the soft black nipple of her right breast.\n\nThe sensation was shocking, sudden and not without its sensual merits despite her circumstances. But it was the size and shape of the tongue behind that grazing motion that had her suspecting a feral reptile of some kind. The twin tines at the tip flicked across her nipple leaving a shiny glaze in its wake. It made her body involuntarily perk up as she sucked in a hissing breath through her nares. She hadn’t realized she'd arched her chest up until a heartbeat later and she found herself raised off her bound hands. Rather embarrassed by the reaction, she slowly lowered herself back down.\n\nThe black and blue gryphoness didn’t really know what to do from here. She could feel the cuffs on her hind legs which, while still restraining, had a little more freedom of motion. But only so far with the Y-shaped chain between them to keep her from getting much leverage. Not that she'd tested the limits of her binding. Doing so would require spreading her legs and, completely naked as she was, she didn’t revel the prospect.\n\n\"Yes. I think you will do quite nicely.\" The head hovering around the small bird's chest leaned back and, for the briefest of moments, Aenah felt a slightly more at ease.\n\nIt lasted only a moment however as the same paw that had pressed her down lifted up above her head, gripped and drew the hood off her head in one easy motion. Her slim features hardly caught the avian-specific overhood and its removal released her ear, eyes and beak with its bright red ball gag strapped firmly at the back of her jaw. The light burned her retina as she shied away from it, dilated pupils constricting suddenly as her marvelous royal purple eyes flinched as they adjusted to the sudden change.\n\nThe first and foremost thing Aenah noticed was the large dark snout of the feral black dragoness that stood above her, framed by the lighter wood of the high-ceiling walls of their surroundings. A quick shift of her head from side to side confirmed she was currently in some sort of constructed dwelling, large glass door-walls letting in comfortable warm noon light that filtered in from the wild growth that surrounded the… cabin? She supposed for a 'cabin' to be comfortable for a dragon, [i]would[/i] need to be this large… The little bird couldn’t see them very well but the neatly tied knots of rope, reminiscent of shibari bondage, confirmed why she couldn’t extend her colorful wings either.\n\nThe angular features of the great beast hovering above her just smiled, seemingly completely unconcerned and discarded the hood dismissively. Even without pupils to know exactly what the beast's luminescent green eyes were looking at, Aenah could feel the weight of their stare as it took in the view of her bare form with much appreciation.\n\n\"Mmmn. And there are those beautiful eyes that caught my attention.\" The dragon purred, reaching out to grip her chin and tilt the smaller bird's head this way and that, examine her like a prize mare.\n\n\"Aawngh…\" She huff-whined at the treatment, very unsure of her fate at this point.\n\n\"Yes. You are here because of me.\" The beast rumbled, that paw slipping don’t to her chest once more. The pretty phoenix gryphoness managed to suppress the urge to press into the touch this time, despite how delectably sensual it was. \"It took only a look and I knew I had to have you.\" The black dragon grinned, that tantelzing paw easing down her chest, past her belly and finally laid itself quite purposefully on her crotch.\n\nThe chains rattled softly as her lifted knees attempted to come up and protect herself from the violation. But the bindings neither allowed for so much freedom, nor could she [i]really[/i] do anything to stop the powerful talons from touching her sheath anyway. With the brilliant blue of her upper body slowly transitioning to its darkest shade at around the curve of her hips, her sheath was almost entirely of a shade of obsidian with a fleshy ring of pure black puckered closed to conceal her male aspect. Despite her outwardly feminine appearance, gorgeous womanly curves and a preference for female pronouns, Aenah was most assuredly a hermaphrodite with both sets of working genitalia between her legs.\n\nThe teasing talon hooked against the rim of her sheath and gave the sensitive skin a gentle, curious tug that made the bound gryphoness whine through her nares from a mix of dismay and unexpected warmth. The dragon didn't linger, her forward-facing horns just tilting slightly downward to watch that wicked talon's progress as is press firmly against that cute furry sheath. The talons spread, sliding around and casually cupping the trapped bird's balls; soft, fluffy and full. Poor Aenah was heartily embarrassed at being handled like this, and even more so to feel her sheath plumping up some at the attention.\n\nYet again the attention was just enough to stir conflicting emotions in the smaller female before they moved on, continuing their vile examination of her body on to, perhaps, the most sensitive and vulnerable part of her anatomy. The flat of that broad paw cupped her crotch as a pair of talons passed directly over her inky black clit to cradle that precious, uncovered womanhood and give the whole thing a vulgar groping squeeze. The dual-toned female arched her back again out of reflex, her tail flicking impatiently back and forth, smacking uncaringly against the chain.\n\n\"Mmmn, I could stare at you all day my precious little songbird. Rrrl… but that, of course, would not do at all. As I'm sure you know, it is a woman's duty to bear the young of the next generation-\" The great beast spoke candidly while those two groping talons curled in upon themselves and casually worked themselves between her succulent folds. \"-mmmnbut it is always such a [i]burden[/i] to always be carrying around so many eggs.\" The great beast spoke with casual candor. It was difficult for the gryphoness to focus on the dragon's words, what with so great a distraction between her legs making her thighs twitch.\n\nBut it was after a moment of processing that the gagged gryphoness perked, lifting her head from the cushioned bench to glance down. Aenah was no expert on draconic anatomy but there did seem to be a bit of a swell to her midsection- perhaps she was pregnant?\n\n\"That is just the consequence of a being a broodmother however, the endless need, a perpetual desire to breed, to make eggs, to bear young.\" She continued soothingly. It was certainly much easier to think more clearly once the talons had evacuated her slit; though she was flustered to admit the action had aroused her more than a little. It was clearly evident in the way her glossy tip had begun poking out of its sheath and the glittering strand of honey that dripped from those shifting claw tips.\n\nHer only small grace was that the dragon didn’t give the poor bird much time to dwell on it as those large, powerful paws gripped around her midsection and lifted, rolling her limp, helpless body around like a toy. She was turned completely around before being laid back down, on her chest this time. Naturally she tried to gain whatever advantage she could and would have tried to get those cute little hind paws under her to stand but, drawn taut, the chain swept them out from under her so only her knees hit the pillowy surface instead. That gagged beak twittered a little uncertainly, the sound muffled but, whatever protest she had intended to make was quickly turned into a high pitched noise of surprise as she founds something hot and wet press firmly against her crotch.\n\nThe finely feathered female probably should have recognized the reptile's tongue, the same sort of grossly sensual sensation had burned across her breast not a minute ago but it still startled her to feel it so brazenly scrape across her balls, coil around partly and over and between the laden genitalia. Fuck the beast was good at that! She didn’t really [i]want[/i] to be aroused by being violated like this but by gawd was it impossible not to find having her testicles slathered with hot dragon breath [i]stiffening[/i]. And then, when there was enough of that twitching black mast for that dark muzzle to enjoy, it curled around the base and drew it back into her maw.\n\nAenah jerked slightly but the snout stuffed between her legs gave no quarter and just [i]suckled[/i] on her dick like it was some sort of treat to be enjoyed. Pressurized and torturously bathed in attention by that pink-tipped mottled reptilian organ made her grow even more aroused by the moment. It soon got to the point of being [i]so[/i] aroused that being bent backward like that was becoming pinchingly painful to bare. The dragon seemed to recognize this also and just opened her maw, letting the onyx mast spring out of her maw to slap wetly against her belly fluff.\n\nHer cheeks purpled in fresh embarrassment. Hands perpetually bound behind her back, she could only shift her head to one side or the other to get any semblance of what was going on down there. And the big beast seemed never satisfied, the great muscular girth licking up along the crease of her bent thighs and just made its way directly for her unprotected sex and dove directly into it in a butt-clenching carnal kiss.\n\nThat feather-tipped tail of hers which, as of yet, had blasphemously stayed in the air of its own accord, suddenly came down to try and defend her vulnerable womanhood but it did absolutely nothing to deter the sexual onslaught that followed. The dragon [i]kissed[/i] her in a way that made the poor hen weak-kneed in an instant. She thought perhaps to slid forward and wiggle her way off, but the feral beast was having none of it, a simple paw on the small of her back snuffed out those plans. Aenah pinched an eye closed as that tongue mercilessly ground against a particularly [i]satisfying[/i] spot within her and tried to squeeze her legs closed.\n\nBut that, too, proved wholly ineffectual as that large, powerful muzzle just wedged itself between her cheeks in a way that only left the blushing gryphoness to contend with the added feeling its warm breath brazenly against her bare ass as it ate her out. Blunt arches grated against her sensibility followed by the electric caress of flexible tines like little needles of pleasure being stabbed in at the base of her skull. And, when she thought she might begin being dully used to the sensation, the big beast would just shift and start gorging herself on the little bird's pleasure again at a new angle or fresh depth.\n\nShe tried to resist, truly she did. Aenah hadn’t [i]meant[/i] to cum but she would like to see anyone go through what must have been fifteen minutes of ravenous dragon tongue shoved wholesale into their snatch and come out above the line.\n\n\"MMMnmmmmhhh!\" Came the muted moan as her black beak bit down on the spongy red ball with whatever leverage it could get and felt her vaginal muscles convulse at last. Powerful, pleasurable contractions made her tail lash as the bent over hen felt as much as saw the spots of dizziness from such a long withheld orgasm finally coming to fruition. Her head swam with the intensity of it, even more oblivious of the little puddle of precum between her knees from the near continuous trickle leaking from her, since-untouched, shaft.\n\nThat blasphemously talented tongue slowed, stopped and, only after she'd had her fill of that sweet nectar, did she withdraw. Not pulling her tongue into her maw but, rather, pursing her lips around its base and leaned her head back. Slow, deliberate and at a perfect pace to make it seem as if she were drawing several feet of nectar-slicked tongue from between those clenching, silky black pussy lips. Only once the tines gave a last parting flick across the quivering bird's clit did that great maw gobble up its treat, smearing the results of her lusty pursuits all over the roof of that ribbed maw.\n\n\"Mmmn, good girl.\" She purred, sitting up and brought her paw up to those swollen folds and unceremoniously slipped her middle claw back inside.\n\n\"N-nfft!\" The black and blue bird exhaled sharply through her nares as her thoroughly stimulated and quite [i]sensitive[/i] gender was once again so casually violated.\n\n\"And you are just like me.\" She purred, making the smaller female's ear twitch with curiosity.\n\nIt wasn’t immediately clear what the great drake had meant by her comment but shortly after that lingering talon departed her unwanting sex, it was made more obvious when she… no [i]shi[/i] stepped over her forcibly kneeling form. There was no mistaking that sensation, even if she hadn’t been able to see it with one wide purple eye. The long phallic object that rode up against her backside could be nothing less than the dragon's broad fleshy pink member, heavy enough she could [i]feel[/i] its weight press against her furry rump.\n\nWith no sack or sheath, the fully erect shaft curled out of its genital slit with an eagerness that belied the drake's calm demeanor. The beast arched in, pressing it intentionally down the crease of her spine. The poor girl could feel that wet smear of warmth matting her floof as the dark scaled creature growled a particularly revelrous rumble of delight. Aenah was suddenly very aware of just how naked she was and flexed her paws as if trying to gauge their condition.\n\nStill very tightly and very securely bound. She groaned in reorganization of what was about to happen and the great beast hovering above her only grinned toothily in delight. There was no hiding her condition, even if she didn’t smell like a bitch in heat, the dragoness had spent enough time tonguing her undertail to taste the richness of her womb.\n\n\"Yessss.\" Shi hissed and drew back, caressing the sensitive skin of her cock across the pinned herm's pleasingly ticklish fluff, rubbing her scent all over her body in a way that would leave her smelling of the dominant drake for days to come. \"It is not only to bear young but to give them; a gift and a curse to our kind.\" That grand snout had leaned in close, whispering softly in those large perky ears with a conviction that left Aenah shuddering in a mixture of disgust and shameful desire.\n\nHer feelings were not consulted in the matter however, the bestial creature sliding a paw under her belly and hoisting her up gently but demandingly. The young bird didn’t fight hir, couldn’t fight hir, just laid in those cradling paws as hir back arched and flattened a few more times to soak her feathers in the greedy, masculine scent of her leaking seminal fluid.\n\nThe black scaled beauty came close enough that the tip poked her clenched paws and, on the next pass, her fingers had spread. She had meant it to just cushion the next blow but, instead, found her fingertips tentatively tracing the peak of that tapered shaft. The distinct contour of the head was the only thing that kept the thing from being almost uniformly cylindrical. And, though she could not fully see the monstrous fuckmeat at her back, she could glimpse its mottled pink rim more than three quarters down its length as it transitioned to pure black and disappeared beneath the rim of hir spread, juicy maleslit.\n\nAenah only had a few heartbeats to explore the beast that was going to ravager her before it slid back out of reach. The dragon had her exactly as shi desired; chained at the ankles, bound at the wrist and comfortably gagged to keep her quiet. The poor bird could have put up more of a fight, she supposed and part of her felt it a betrayal not to be fighting and kicking and squirming the whole while. But another part, deeper, more convincing told her to wait, just wait and see what happened. Maybe the dragon wouldn’t penetrate, maybe it was all just a misunderstanding.\n\nShe knew she was lying to herself and, as that bubblegum pink tip nestled itself comfortably against her raw, unprotected sex and pushed in with no hitherto or warning, the notion could not be maintained in even its barest form. Still she didn’t kick or jerk or buck even as she felt her body being [i]pried[/i] open. There was no other way to describe the sensation having a cock as thick as her arm and nearly as long climbing into her henparts with nothing but the slick and [i]plentiful[/i] lubricant of her previous orgasm mixed with a generous amount of dragon drool.\n\nDespite how big the thing violating her was, it didn’t hurt. Her heart had quickened when her talons had traced the beast but, now that it was in, she could only curl her toes and hold her breath. Oh she felt absolutely stuffed of course, every inch of space her body could give was being taken up by the pounds of dragon dick seeking to sample the deepest and most sensual of places hir tongue had been unable to reach… but it didn’t hurt.\n\nThe little bird had no measure of how long it had been before the great drake stopped stuffing hir dick into her. At some point the breath she'd held had to come out and her nares wheezed with the effort to replace the much needed oxygen. The little girl jerked again with a soft muffled cry as the paw on her belly moved, petting her crotch.\n\nAnd she could [i]feel it[/i].\n\nNot just the intense, throbbing fullness of having her inky obsidian pussy lips trying to gorge itself on the mottled rim of cockflesh but the way that traveling paw was tracing the outline of the bulge it made on her trim black and blue belly. Aenah couldn’t suppress the bodily tremble that shook her to her bound wingtips. Her captor stroked up and down, applying varying amounts of pressure here and there as shi rumbled her own deep, obvious satisfaction.\n\nThe little bird's eyes closed, cheeks aglow with embarrassment. Not from being bent over, drooling around the ball in her beak but from [i]liking[/i] it. Her mind had already moved on from its previous excuse to [i]maybe shi'll pull out[/i]. She knew it was a lie of course and, what was worse she found herself [i]hoping[/i] it was a lie but, so long as that the hope had light, she could convince herself of the higher moral ground.\n\nIt was hard though as her treacherous body arched into the motion as the great beast drew out, the powerful paw cupping her crotch, talons V'ed to either side of her sheath as the juicy sound of it slipping free made her ears tingle with excitement. A rivulet of femcum dribbled off the cusp of her cunny, adding to the creamy puddle of precum she'd been leaving in the wake of her less and less unwanted sexual violation.\n\nThere was hardly a pause before the dragon on her back changed direction came into her again. She sucked in a hissing breath as the increased speed and ferocity gave her a nip of tension; not enough to damage her but more than enough to give her a taste of what was to come. Each pass came a little quicker, a little rougher, a little more intense and each time the bound hen had to take it. The dark nipples of her breast and long free spire of her inky black dick wobbled freely in the air as a more steady rhythm was found. Soon even her body was bobbing back and forth, completely at the mercy of the breedy drake currently plundering her pussy.\n\nShe had no energy to fight. Even if the soft melodic click of the chains around her ankles weren’t a constant reminder of the futility, Aenah had not the will to take up arms against the dragon. It was that dull, aching throb between her legs that would give her no reprieve. It would be sated by nothing less than the total and complete domination of her soft, succulent henparts. And by gawd would those groping, scritching clawtips tantalizing across her belly not let her forget just how [i]good[/i] it felt either! With one eye pinched closed against the bench top and the other half-lidded, she just let herself be bred.\n\nThe blue and black gryphoness squeaks mutedly as a hot, powerful jaw came down around her neck. The dragon needed nothing more to cause her submission but, somehow the dangerous sensation of being 'bitten' made her feathers fluff up as she shivered and clenched in ways that would make any hen blush. But the dragon had been counting on just that sort of reaction, her strained vaginal muscles just needed a little more and, with her front pinned under jaw, the two paws came back to her hips, hugged those beautiful thighs and just [i]fucked[/i] this prize hen.\n\nAenah couldn’t stop herself the second time any more than she could have the first and, with the desperate, raw, feral energy of having the dragon on her back brutalizing womanhood, came again. It was all the beast needed; weak, exhausted muscles flexed in a desperate contraction, then relaxed. And shi [i]pushed[/i]. The nearest sensation the young gryphoness had to having a dragon dick [i]slot[/i] itself so perfectly right into her untested her womb was as if she'd suddenly swallowed her tongue.\n\nIt didn’t diminish the force of her orgasm in the slightest, of course, not with her hips being yanked up into the most prime position to be bred and the eager drake bucking firmly, her dark nether lips near-kissing the brutish creature's genital slit as it suddenly bulged slightly. The hissing exhale of pure satisfaction from the dragon's nostrils stung her ears almost as much as the sudden, unimaginably satisfying sensation of feeling the beast pissing cum into her womb. The thick pearly lance of seed shot from that swelling urethral opening and leapt haphazardly across the empty space to land heavily against the far side.\n\nThe needy beast gave her no quarter either, breeding her thickly, humping and growling and breathing hot ragged breaths across the back of her neck that ruffled her feathers while she tried not to think about the billions of vicious little sperm crawling around inside her belly, slithering across her uterus and penetrating deep into her oviducts to ravage the uncertain number of eggs already ready and waiting for just such an enterprising male to take advantage of.\n\nHeavens alive, if she'd felt full before…! Her muzzled moan was just a slur of noise as she contended with the pounding knot of pleasure that throbbed at the base of her skull with a ferocity she'd never known before. It was hard to tell if the sound was of dismay or ecstasy, or both. But the dragon didn’t mind, enjoying a certain perverse satisfaction in making hir pretty bird cum her brains out.\n\nOnly after that impressive mast was fully spent did the black beast ease up, the poor bird's feathers matted and disheveled from the aggressive mating bite. Nothing a shower, towel and a bit of preening would resolve. A full minute passed as shi recovered, the freshly bred hen's brilliant violet eyes staring blankly, unfocussed at the wall. The gorgeous girl had been laid daintily back down on her knees, though the paws cresting those lovely child-bearing hips had not loosened their grip.\n\nInstead they just tightened a little and tugged, pulling her body squishily back up against the feral's crotch once more, as if testing that now wondrously pregnant body.\n\n\"Yes, I think that will do perfectly.\" Shi purred, licking hir lips with a hunger completely unstated by the vile act shi'd just committed.\n\nSlowly, that mast of male flesh dragged itself free, the head stretching her cervix once more and [i]popping[/i] out with a rush of semen that made cheeks flush with embarrassment. Out the cock came and, with it, a sudden rush of hot pearly spunk; as if just visually confirming just how fully the little gryphoness had been bred.\n\nThere was no explanation given and no way for Aenah to ask as she was rolled over onto her side, that unspilled cock still hard as stone and still dribbling pre- though now it glazed over her belly whenever that particular gender decided to betray her too. A single ankle was released from the chain but, held in the dragon's grasp, was still bound as surely as iron.\n\nThe new posture gave the royal-eyed gryphoness a better view of her captor's glory. That massive spire still prodded the air stiffly, now only even [i]more[/i] alluring coated tip to base in glittering glossy hencum. She could see the soft, subtitle slit of the beasts own henparts, the grey scales of hir underbelly flushed a warm gradient of pink, brightening the closer it came to the source until curling in and disappearing beneath the bubblegum pink core.\n\nHer clasp leg was lifted and bent back as the beast approached and, for a moment, Aenah though it meant to fuck her again. But the posture was wrong, the angle incorrect and, as she was eventually lifted bodily up with her dangling back end saved only by the grace of the other paw that slipped under her abdomen, her helpless form was brought into alignment. Her nares flared slightly with an accidental whistle as her greasy black nether lips were brought in direct contact with the dragon's slit, almost crimson with the state of their arousal.\n\n\"Aaaahn…\" Shi exhaled from an open, toothy jaw, almost excessively pleased by the touch. \"It is such a burden to carry these eggs to term.\" The dark scaled beast exposited with some delighted amusement; as if everything shi'd said and done up till now was just pretense. \"But now I have you.\" The feral beast repeated, wiggling the smaller female's body against hir, forcing those glossy, cum-slickened cunt lips to kiss and grind and share heavy strings of arousal between one another. \"And you are like me, able to carry [i]anyone's[/i] eggs.\" Shi purred darkly, watching realization dawn upon the little bird's face.\n\n\"A-ahn!\" The big beast exclaimed suddenly. The sound wasn’t planned, a mix between surprise and pleasure as a slight contraction rubbed her swollen pink pussy directly against Aenah's dark, well lubricated hole. The poor girl flexed her talons, still sticky from the webs of precum left behind from her blind examination of the cock that had just bred her. She stared helplessly up at her raised rump as another muscular contraction could be seen in the dragon's hung belly.\n\nThe dragoness had no clit, no singular pleasure bud that could be mercilessly stimulated like the cute little hen shi had scissored against hir cunt. No, shi had to contend with a clit-sensitive vaginal passage that caused both the act of making [i]and[/i] laying eggs to be tortuously pleasurable. Hir curse; if one could call it that. An endless desire to mate and breed and lay eggs- a cycle broken only by the biological requirement to carry the eggs to term first before shi could seek another male to repeat the process with.\n\nExcept now shi had this precious, perfect little specimen; a herm like hirself, an egg layer, a [i]broodbearer[/i] if you will. \"Aaahh-ahn…!\" The nose that escaped hir throat was almost orgasmic in itself, dripping with the dangerous satisfaction of feeling hir cervix spread wide around the crisp but still soft shell. The eggs were, as yet, still small and soft and, with a little prodding, would fit perfectly into the womb shi'd just pried opened and padded with cum.\n\nOh shi'd not forgotten about the eggs hir eager little swimmers were, even now, brazenly impregnating, emphatically trying to turn this poor little floofer into as pregnant a hen as possible before the first of hir eggs ever touched those luscious lips. But they should be offset well enough not to interfere. These would be hard and ready to lay long before the next batch was ready to stew and, with hir womb free, shi could start on hir next brood. And shi knew exactly who was going to give it to hir too- the great drake thought with a inward grin.\n\nBut first- shi exhaled slowly, letting the quivering pleasure pass through hir and settle comfortably in the pit of hir stomach as the widest part of the egg passed through and slipped easily out into that glossy, muscular passage. It wasn’t even halfway along before the next was demanding to be birthed and the black dragoness had to bite hir lip gently to keep from being too over eager in the laying. Shi had to be gentle with the still-developing eggs.\n\nDracasis- as was the name of the dragon, grunted softly as the first of hir young crested hir slit and, with no small amount of effort, fed it into the hapless gryphoness' body. The blue feathered female could do little more than watch on with a mixture of horrified fascination as those raw, regal pink folds peeled back to briefly reveal the crest of some roundish object before she felt it press against her own.\n\nHer body naturally rejected the idea of being violated like this but the dragon had planned its attack well. Stretched near to pain, fucked into exhaustion and coated liberally with glittering white semen and glossy hencum, her body could offer little more than token resistance, feeling the push of the stronger, much less exhausted vaginal muscles and gravity's own draw allowed it entrance within her. The sensation was odd- not unpleasant but alien to feel an egg traveling in that direction.\n\nA second joined the first, large enough to give her clit a toe-curling rub as it slid beneath her black nether lips and was swallowed almost at once. The tip of its surface could just be seen poking out plainly visible against the inky black backdrop of her womanhood. Aenah grunted softly as a third came in contact with the second which pushed against the first and, at once, she saw the magnificence of the whole ploy.\n\nHer stretched, aching cervix- which had not yet closed of its own weakened accord, was now left entirely vulnerable. It did take more of a push but the dragoness was patient, seeming to have absolutely no quarrel with clenching and contracting hir vaginal muscles against the steady stream off eggs as many times as it took to overtake the gryphon's resistance. Though, by the way hir tongue was fallen from one side of hir muzzle, panting more in pleasure than exertion, Aenah couldn’t help but wonder if there was some flaw in the plan she might yet exploit.\n\nBut there was no opportunity to try, her beak biting on the ballgag as she at once felt a flush of relief and dread as the first egg slipped past her one and only line of defense, falling the short way and settling into her gut with a soft [i]schlosh[/i] as if fell into the reservoir of cum. At once, the bountiful beast seemed to exhale a great sigh of relief as the next egg fell into the young gryphon's gut, then another and another. The gateway to her womb lay bare and the feral mother used the momentum to drive a great many of her young from one belly to another.\n\nAenah squinted and grunt as the weight began to grow substantial. Enough so that the burdened dragoness had to shift hir grip to keep hir brand new egg-basket from slipping away. She'd lost count of how many and landed safely in her belly but she was already looking quite exceptionally gravid. She huffed and pinned her ears to the side of her head as another smaller, almost exhausting orgasm made the world spin. She hated herself for it but she couldn’t help the way it felt, being filled with another's eggs- even if it was against her will.\n\nBy the time she was able to recover herself, the scene had changed. It took a couple blinks to squeeze the pleasured tears from the corner of her eyes but, when the little bird looked next, she was no longer kissing cunts with the larger beast. Yes there was a devastatingly arousing string of nectar still connecting them but there was clear space between them. There was still the round curve of a half-submerged eggshell visible between her legs and [i]by gawd[/i] did she look six months pregnant, but it seemed there was no more.\n\n\"Almost done my precious little songbird.\" The angular, toothy muzzle called soothingly as she was twisted around and settled back down onto her back, careful to keep those beautiful bound wings from becoming entangled.\n\nStill panting from the latest exertion, Aenah had half a mind to try and push the egg out. Her body certainly wanted to; a natural reflex to [i]lay[/i] an egg rather than the opposite. But she was too weak and drained to try. In fifteen minutes perhaps but Dracasis would give her no such time as a delicate talon pressed against her pussy lips and eased the last remaining egg in deeper.\n\nEven with her legs almost free, the half-dazed gryphoness didn’t try to kick or fight. She just closed her eyes and spread those lovely thighs wide. The black dragoness rumbled hir approval and the talon sank deeper and deeper into that prime little pussy. One egg popped in, then two, each slipping inside her ever more crowded womb, each with its own little leg twitch. Then the last egg crested the sore, swollen gateway and, with a slow, delicate massage, even that found itself a comfortable place to rest within the hen's swollen gut.\n\nAt last it was over and she was given a chance to rest. They both needed a moment, Aenah more than her captor as [i]un[/i]-laying eggs, it seemed, was just exhausting as laying them proper. Mmpfh… and she was going to have to go through this whole ordeal again in a month or so to push them back out… and again not long after with her own freshly fertilized brood. So distracted with her inner monologue was she that the soft, sprawling hen didn’t even notice the feral beast move until the shadow caught her attention.\n\nHer eyes opened just in time to feel that glorious tongue curl against her unused nipple, the sensation reminiscent of an earlier time seeming so long ago before the weight of motherhood rest so sanguinely at her middle. She hissed and squinted as the tingle of familiar pleasure sent a shiver up her spine, that damnably talented muzzle pursing against her nipple, drawing the dark flesh in under her lips and gave the sensitive skin a voluptuous sensual kiss that even her exhausted body could not ignore. \n\nHir tongue snaked out under those moist reptilian lips and curled across the crease, lavishly awashing the poor girl in a spine-tingling warmth as she cupped of that steady mound with more pleasure than any partner could ever hope to accomplish by reaching around and groping her chest. There was no separation of body parts at that moment, her entire body had been lit like a match and burnt with a fire she'd not known was possible so when the feral beast's paw slid under and directed her still damningly stiff obsidian spire up to rub against hir own pink flesh, she almost didn’t notice.\n\nAlmost.\n\nIt took a few rubs for her mind to catch on; the dragon's left over cummy juices and the hen's own thick syrupy pre mixed together, rubbed all over and between them as shi frothed and pawed the masculine anatomy together. Aenah whimpered softly around her gag, helpless- both to stop hir physically nor her own desire. For once she was glad for the bright red ball stuffed into the back of her beak otherwise she might have begged for it.\n\nThough she did whine, softly, as the sensation was pulled away; once again leaving her male aspect wholly unsatisfied. The poor girl didn’t realize just how pent up she'd been until she found her tense muscles quivering as they unwound from the continued denial of an orgasm that would surely plaster the wall behind her head.\n\n\"Good girl.\" That deep rich voice teased a fresh blush out of her cheeks, keeping her amethyst orbs closed for fear of what she might see reflected in dragon's consuming green eyes. The paw on her cock slid down toward the base, applying gentle pressure as it went. The twitching mast both succulently soft and terrorizingly hard at the same time could offer little resistance as it was tilted skyward and she had not the mind to figure out what the beast was doing.\n\nIn hindsight, she most certainly could have guessed. The tremendously fertile dragoness was a slut for eggs and, with her belly now free of its previous burden, it made almost indisputable sense that shi would be hungry to lay again. But it was with the most amazing satisfaction that Aenah felt that raw feral pussy engulf her strained black shaft. Instantly her eyes went wide, staring blankly up at the beast as the creature grinned with the utmost satisfaction back down at her.\n\nInch by gawd-damn beautiful inch sank in, those ripe pink folds that had only minutes ago gone through the rigors of child birth were hot and snug and ready to pleasure any cock that could get pregnant. \n\n\"[i]Waahhnlaaaa…[/i]\" The over stimulated hen warbled out around her gag. It wasn’t a word, she hadn't been trying to say anything intelligible, her body just refused to stay quite as those warm pussy engulfed the base of her knotted shaft and swallowed them up without hesitation. She shuddered and spit a sharp lance of precum.\n\nBut the dragon remained still. The poor bird shuddered and strained against her bonds, not to escape but to force the dragon to [i]let her cum![/i]. The held fast. She even tried lifting her one free leg to get some leverage, to wiggle, to thrust… to anything! But the greater weight and bulk of the beast gave her no chance to move, hir dark, purring satisfaction lingering in those desperate, folded ears as the edge of pleasure slipped away on a knife's edge.\n\nIn desperation, the throbbing bird moaned piteously with a small, almost pleading look on her face with those round, glassy purple eyes wide. Dracasis just smirked, drawing hir hips up- just an inch, maybe two and slowly sank back down, pushing that twitching tip deep into her unprotected sex with a squish that made Aenah's cheeks blush almost as violet as her eyes.\n\n\"[i]My[/i] good girl?\" There was a hint of a question in the words. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the feathery female already knew the answer, knew [i]shi[/i] knew it too but whether for the dragon's satisfaction or to make the little gryph admit her shame, she made Aenah nod her head slowly in agreement. \"A good girl who will lay my eggs-\" The beast continued, leaning forward to both drag that sloppy hencunt across her bare flesh and push her much reduced belly across the now much distended gut beneath it \"-every time I require her to?\"\n\nUnder other, more clear-headed circumstances, Aenah would never have agreed to such a thing. But Dracasis had her in a perfectly constructed little net and the only way out was through the carefully laid trap. The beautiful phoenix gryphon was already hers, that submissive little nod was just for hir own pleasure.\n\n\"Then cum for me my precious little songbird.\" The beastial hen growled and leaned down, all at once taking her throat in those powerful jaws to pin her to the pillow and reared up, bearing down on her to the sheath again and again and again in a breathtaking labor of lust.\n\nAenah did not need to be told twice. Her fists clenched into balls, back arched to the heavens and nearly split the resilient resin of the ballgag in twain with the force of her orgasm. That devastatingly attractive body rode her mercilessly and, after only a few heavy heartbeats of sanguine motion, the little bird exploded.\n\nShe'd not understood how the term could be used in relation to an orgasm until this moment. The rope of cum that shot from her desperately shuddering shaft lashed out so violently and with such force against those tender pink folds that it surprised even the breeder beast rocking back and forth against her sheath. The whole of her pulsing, swollen knot sank blow the horizon of her slit and was now being milked for every drop of its prized DNA.\n\nAnd Aenah was happy to give it all away; the secrets to feathered wings or crystalline purple eyes or blues streaked into black hide splattered carelessly upon the dragon's fertile shores. So long as she could empty her balls it mattered not what chicks she sired as a result. A weak, listless noise bubbled from her throat as the world spun, the little bird finding herself drifting away into the warm, throbbing bliss of desperate unconsciousness.\n\nThe lack of conscious thought did not at all dampen her body's desire to plant its flag of domination upon the dragoness' womb. She might not have been able to shoot the wall with her climax, hilted within the churning confines of dragon pussy but she still hit the back of [i]something[/i] at least, the random, chaotic spurts hitting everything in its path, glazing flesh and muscle with enough bird seed to make even the most respectable male blush.\n\nMore than once hit its target perfectly, that still-dilated cervix leaving just enough room for a particularly well placed shot to leap through and pool menacingly against the beast's vulnerable uterine lining. There was no chance that, even once hir body had recovered from its ordeal, it could keep the vigorous sperm from seeking out the first of hir fresh eggs and implanting their genes directly into deep, plush little core. It was hardly a victory considering the dragon's designs but, perhaps some small concession of 'revenge' to know the beast would not escape carrying at least a few of the gryphoness' eggs hirself. That flailing mast of juicy black breeding flesh spent itself entirely inside the willing dragoness, leaving not a spot of pink to be seen under the thick coat of dripping white semen.\n\n\n \nAenah woke while it was still dark, very dark… She started awake, purple eyes opening suddenly to the sound of a soft babbling brook somewhere nearby outside. Had… had it all been a dream? The blinds had not been drawn down over the glass door-walls. There was no moon tonight and the encompassing darkness needed no shade. The young bird reached down, slowly, tentatively and felt the significant crest of her belly made. She exhaled softly, stroking over the taunt flesh, sensitive to the touch as she explored her new self slowly.\n\nEggs… dragon eggs… So… not a dream? The fine bird rolled over and sat up, grunting softly as the weight shifted in her stomach, bright eyes taking in her surroundings. It was [i]hir[/i] home, or at least the same sort of ascetic and construction. But the dragon was nowhere to be seen. She could still feel the tightness of where the ropes had been as she rubbed her wrists and it felt quite good to stretch her wings.\n\nAenah was still naked but a thin sheet covered her modesty at least. She smelled fresh too; the scent of… [i]before[/i] still lingered and would take days to come out completely but it seemed she'd been bathed and put to bed. There didn’t appear to be any locks so she could just… leave… if she wanted to. The thought came with a rub at the back of her neck- or would have if it had not come in contact with a band of some sort.\n\nIt was hard to judge by way of just starlight in the mirror pool, but it was certainly a collar of some sort. It was made of elaborately decorated ink-black leather, interwoven with golden filigree, studded with sapphires or perhaps amethyst of the deepest hue that could not match the color of her eyes any more perfectly. It did not look impossible to take off but was certainly made for some [i]else[/i] to take on and off and she had a fairly good idea of who that would be.\n\nShe huffed and eased herself back down to sit on the edge of the bed. Her sensibility demanded she flee at once before the brutish beast returned to do who-knew-what else to her again. But that same voice that had told her the dragon would not penetrate her, not breed her, not force her to sire chicks also reasoned that she could not fly in her present condition. It was unreasonable to consider- for her own safety or those of the… eggs. She had a soft, perfectly comfortable life waiting for her here. Bed! She had meant bed.\n\nThe attractive hen huffed, stroking her pregnant belly with both paws, one, then the other trailing over the unexpected motherhood she'd acquired and feeling oddly at peace. In a moment one delicate hindpaw, then the other slipped back under the sheets and, with great care, pulled the silk cover up to her shoulder. She let out a long slow exhale, eyes closing as she caressed the rim the adornment around her neck.\n\nAnd Aenah slept; deeper and more soundly than she could ever recall before.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Aenah woke while it was still dark, very dark… too dark perhaps. Her rich violet eyes could make out nothing in the pitched lightlessness. Her body felt burdensome and heavy, her limbs unwilling to move as she dredged herself out of a deep grogginess. The blue phoenix gryphoness didn’t quite remember what happened last. Something of a party she recalled at length but little else. She must have fallen asleep early in the evening though the fine lady did not remember being particularly tired. She pulled on her arm. It did not move.

The feathery female grunted, finding something muffling the noise as well. Her tongue, heavy with sleep brushed across something soft but solid. She bit down gently finding the squishy ball deform only slightly. She attempted to move her legs with a little more success though the soft rattle of a chain caught her attention. Then it started to fall into place; it wasn’t dark, there was just something over her eyes.

"Ohh, is she awake?" The deep thick voice caught her attention as she tried to pull her arms again. They were bound behind her back!

"Nmnnft..!" The noise vibrated around the gag was hardly a word but it confirmed the onlooker's suspicion as much as her worried wiggling did.

"Mmmn, I love watching my prey wake for the first time." The voice purred. Aenah couldn’t tell by the sound of it if it was male or female though, she supposed, the voice could belong to both considering she, herself, was a herm with both genders.

Speaking of; her tied limbs wiggled a little, the paws behind her back petting her body slightly, hind legs rubbing together. Was she… naked? The fine gryphoness froze as she felt a large, strong paw press to her chest, pushing her back down with an easy but firm push. There was nothing between her soft feathers and the clawed talons. It held her there until she was forced to subside, helpless to resist. The disembodied sound of its pleased growl made her shudder. She didn’t know what to think as the talons slid down her chest, between her soft breasts, down the curve of her belly and along the cradle of her inner thigh- not touching anything untoward  but more than enough of a touch to know she was very naked indeed!

"Oonguh..?" The black and blue bird attempted to speak again but the gag was tucked comfortably into her mouth, hooked around the back of her head and tightened with restraint, not uncomfortably but certainly with the intent of keeping her quiet and submissive.

"Pretty little bird." The voice spoke again and Aenah got the distinct feeling of eyes starring over her closely. She puffed a breath. "I'm not going to hurt you." The gryphoness tensed a little as the sound was markedly closer. "I wouldn’t dream of harming a single one of your absolutely gorgeous feathers."

The sensation of warm breath tingling across her bare chest confirmed her earlier suspicions and made her head tilt up and away slightly reflexively. Whoever it was was certainly larger in capacity. Even without being able to see, she could feel their presence like a looming weight hovering just above. And, if that wasn’t enough, the feel of a hot, slimy wet reptilian tongue extending and grazing across the soft black nipple of her right breast.

The sensation was shocking, sudden and not without its sensual merits despite her circumstances. But it was the size and shape of the tongue behind that grazing motion that had her suspecting a feral reptile of some kind. The twin tines at the tip flicked across her nipple leaving a shiny glaze in its wake. It made her body involuntarily perk up as she sucked in a hissing breath through her nares. She hadn’t realized she'd arched her chest up until a heartbeat later and she found herself raised off her bound hands. Rather  embarrassed by the reaction, she slowly lowered herself back down.

The black and blue gryphoness didn’t really know what to do from here. She could feel the cuffs on her hind legs which, while still restraining, had a little more freedom of motion. But only so far with the Y-shaped chain between them to keep her from getting much leverage. Not that she'd tested the limits of her binding. Doing so would require spreading her legs and, completely naked as she was, she didn’t revel the prospect.

"Yes. I think you will do quite nicely." The head hovering around the small bird's chest leaned back and, for the briefest of moments, Aenah felt a slightly more at ease.

It lasted only a moment however as the same paw that had pressed her down lifted up above her head, gripped and drew the hood off her head in one easy motion. Her slim features hardly caught the avian-specific overhood and its removal released her ear, eyes and beak with its bright red ball gag strapped firmly at the back of her jaw. The light burned her retina as she shied away from it, dilated pupils constricting suddenly as her marvelous royal purple eyes flinched as they adjusted to the sudden change.

The first and foremost thing Aenah noticed was the large dark snout of the feral black dragoness that stood above her, framed by the lighter wood of the high-ceiling walls of their surroundings. A quick shift of her head from side to side confirmed she was currently in some sort of constructed dwelling, large glass door-walls letting in comfortable warm noon light that filtered in from the wild growth that surrounded the… cabin? She supposed for a 'cabin' to be comfortable for a dragon, would need to be this large… The little bird couldn’t see them very well but the neatly tied knots of rope, reminiscent of shibari bondage, confirmed why she couldn’t extend her colorful wings either.

The angular features of the great beast hovering above her just smiled, seemingly completely unconcerned and discarded the hood dismissively. Even without pupils to know exactly what the beast's luminescent green eyes were looking at, Aenah could feel the weight of their stare as it took in the view of her bare form with much appreciation.

"Mmmn. And there are those beautiful eyes that caught my attention." The dragon purred, reaching out to grip her chin and tilt the smaller bird's head this way and that, examine her like a prize mare.

"Aawngh…" She huff-whined at the treatment, very unsure of her fate at this point.

"Yes. You are here because of me." The beast rumbled, that paw slipping don’t to her chest once more. The pretty phoenix gryphoness managed to suppress the urge to press into the touch this time, despite how delectably sensual it was. "It took only a look and I knew I had to have you." The black dragon grinned, that tantelzing paw easing down her chest, past her belly and finally laid itself quite purposefully on her crotch.

The chains rattled softly as her lifted knees attempted to come up and protect herself from the violation. But the bindings neither allowed for so much freedom, nor could she really do anything to stop the powerful talons from touching her sheath anyway. With the brilliant blue of her upper body slowly transitioning to its darkest shade at around the curve of her hips, her sheath was almost entirely of a shade of obsidian with a fleshy ring of pure black puckered closed to conceal her male aspect. Despite her outwardly feminine appearance, gorgeous womanly curves and a preference for female pronouns, Aenah was most assuredly a hermaphrodite with both sets of working genitalia between her legs.

The teasing talon hooked against the rim of her sheath and gave the sensitive skin a gentle, curious tug that made the bound gryphoness whine through her nares from a mix of dismay and unexpected warmth. The dragon didn't linger, her forward-facing horns just tilting slightly downward to watch that wicked talon's progress as is press firmly against that cute furry sheath. The talons spread, sliding around and casually cupping the trapped bird's balls; soft, fluffy and full. Poor Aenah was heartily embarrassed at being handled like this, and even more so to feel her sheath plumping up some at the attention.

Yet again the attention was just enough to stir conflicting emotions in the smaller female before they moved on, continuing their vile examination of her body on to, perhaps, the most sensitive and vulnerable part of her anatomy. The flat of that broad paw cupped her crotch as a pair of talons passed directly over her inky black clit to cradle that precious, uncovered womanhood and give the whole thing a vulgar groping squeeze. The dual-toned female arched her back again out of reflex, her tail flicking impatiently back and forth, smacking uncaringly against the chain.

"Mmmn, I could stare at you all day my precious little songbird. Rrrl… but that, of course, would not do at all. As I'm sure you know, it is a woman's duty to bear the young of the next generation-" The great beast spoke candidly while those two groping talons curled in upon themselves and casually worked themselves between her succulent folds. "-mmmnbut it is always such a burden to always be carrying around so many eggs." The great beast spoke with casual candor. It was difficult for the gryphoness to focus on the dragon's words, what with so great a distraction between her legs making her thighs twitch.

But it was after a moment of processing that the gagged gryphoness perked, lifting her head from the cushioned bench to glance down. Aenah was no expert on draconic anatomy but there did seem to be a bit of a swell to her midsection- perhaps she was pregnant?

"That is just the consequence of a being a broodmother however, the endless need, a perpetual desire to breed, to make eggs, to bear young." She continued soothingly. It was certainly much easier to think more clearly once the talons had evacuated her slit; though she was flustered to admit the action had aroused her more than a little. It was clearly evident in the way her glossy tip had begun poking out of its sheath and the glittering strand of honey that dripped from those shifting claw tips.

Her only small grace was that the dragon didn’t give the poor bird much time to dwell on it as those large, powerful paws gripped around her midsection and lifted, rolling her limp, helpless body around like a toy. She was turned completely around before being laid back down, on her chest this time. Naturally she tried to gain whatever advantage she could and would have tried to get those cute little hind paws under her to stand but, drawn taut, the chain swept them out from under her so only her knees hit the pillowy surface instead. That gagged beak twittered a little uncertainly, the sound muffled but, whatever protest she had intended to make was quickly turned into a high pitched noise of surprise as she founds something hot and wet press firmly against her crotch.

The finely feathered female probably should have recognized the reptile's tongue, the same sort of grossly sensual sensation had burned across her breast not a minute ago but it still startled her to feel it so brazenly scrape across her balls, coil around partly and over and between the laden genitalia. Fuck the beast was good at that! She didn’t really want to be aroused by being violated like this but by gawd was it impossible not to find having her testicles slathered with hot dragon breath stiffening. And then, when there was enough of that twitching black mast for that dark muzzle to enjoy, it curled around the base and drew it back into her maw.

Aenah jerked slightly but the snout stuffed between her legs gave no quarter and just suckled on her dick like it was some sort of treat to be enjoyed. Pressurized and torturously bathed in attention by that pink-tipped mottled reptilian organ made her grow even more aroused by the moment. It soon got to the point of being so aroused that being bent backward like that was becoming pinchingly painful to bare. The dragon seemed to recognize this also and just opened her maw, letting the onyx mast spring out of her maw to slap wetly against her belly fluff.

Her cheeks purpled in fresh embarrassment. Hands perpetually bound behind her back, she could only shift her head to one side or the other to get any semblance of what was going on down there. And the big beast seemed never satisfied, the great muscular girth licking up along the crease of her bent thighs and just made its way directly for her unprotected sex and dove directly into it in a butt-clenching carnal kiss.

That feather-tipped tail of hers which, as of yet, had blasphemously stayed in the air of its own accord, suddenly came down to try and defend her vulnerable womanhood but it did absolutely nothing to deter the sexual onslaught that followed. The dragon kissed her in a way that made the poor hen weak-kneed in an instant. She thought perhaps to slid forward and wiggle her way off, but the feral beast was having none of it, a simple paw on the small of her back snuffed out those plans. Aenah pinched an eye closed as that tongue mercilessly ground against a particularly satisfying spot within her and tried to squeeze her legs closed.

But that, too, proved wholly ineffectual  as that large, powerful muzzle just wedged itself between her cheeks in a way that only left the blushing gryphoness to contend with the added feeling its warm breath brazenly against her bare ass as it ate her out. Blunt arches grated against her sensibility followed by the electric caress of flexible tines like little needles of pleasure being stabbed in at the base of her skull. And, when she thought she might begin being dully used to the sensation, the big beast would just shift and start gorging herself on the little bird's pleasure again at a new angle or fresh depth.

She tried to resist, truly she did. Aenah hadn’t meant to cum but she would like to see anyone go through what must have been fifteen minutes of ravenous dragon tongue shoved wholesale into their snatch and come out above the line.

"MMMnmmmmhhh!" Came the muted moan as her black beak bit down on the spongy red ball with whatever leverage it could get and felt her vaginal muscles convulse at last. Powerful, pleasurable contractions made her tail lash as the bent over hen felt as much as saw the spots of dizziness from such a long withheld orgasm finally coming to fruition. Her head swam with the intensity of it, even more oblivious of the little puddle of precum between her knees from the near continuous trickle leaking from her, since-untouched, shaft.

That blasphemously talented tongue slowed, stopped and, only after she'd had her fill of that sweet nectar, did she withdraw. Not pulling her tongue into her maw but, rather, pursing her lips around its base and leaned her head back. Slow, deliberate and at a perfect pace to make it seem as if she were drawing several feet of nectar-slicked tongue from between those clenching, silky black pussy lips. Only once the tines gave a last parting flick across the quivering bird's clit did that great maw gobble up its treat, smearing the results of her lusty pursuits all over the roof of that ribbed maw.

"Mmmn, good girl." She purred, sitting up and brought her paw up to those swollen folds and unceremoniously slipped her middle claw back inside.

"N-nfft!" The black and blue bird exhaled sharply through her nares as her thoroughly stimulated and quite sensitive gender was once again so casually violated.

"And you are just like me." She purred, making the smaller female's ear twitch with curiosity.

It wasn’t immediately clear what the great drake had meant by her comment but shortly after that lingering talon departed her unwanting sex, it was made more obvious when she… no shi stepped over her forcibly kneeling form. There was no mistaking that sensation, even if she hadn’t been able to see it with one wide purple eye. The long phallic object that rode up against her backside could be nothing less than the dragon's broad fleshy pink member, heavy enough she could feel its weight press against her furry rump.

With no sack or sheath, the fully erect shaft curled out of its genital slit with an eagerness that belied the drake's calm demeanor. The beast arched in, pressing it intentionally down the crease of her spine. The poor girl could feel that wet smear of warmth matting her floof as the dark scaled creature growled a particularly revelrous rumble of delight. Aenah was suddenly very aware of just how naked she was and flexed her paws as if trying to gauge their condition.

Still very tightly and very securely bound. She groaned in reorganization of what was about to happen and the great beast hovering above her only grinned toothily in delight. There was no hiding her condition, even if she didn’t smell like a bitch in heat, the dragoness had spent enough time tonguing her undertail to taste the richness of her womb.

"Yessss." Shi hissed and drew back, caressing the sensitive skin of her cock across the pinned herm's pleasingly ticklish fluff, rubbing her scent all over her body in a way that would leave her smelling of the dominant drake for days to come. "It is not only to bear young but to give them; a gift and a curse to our kind." That grand snout had leaned in close, whispering softly in those large perky ears with a conviction that left Aenah shuddering in a mixture of disgust and shameful desire.

Her feelings were not consulted in the matter however, the bestial creature sliding a paw under her belly and hoisting her up gently but demandingly. The young bird didn’t fight hir, couldn’t fight hir, just laid in those cradling paws as hir back arched and flattened a few more times to soak her feathers in the greedy, masculine scent of her leaking seminal fluid.

The black scaled beauty came close enough that the tip poked her clenched paws and, on the next pass, her fingers had spread. She had meant it to just cushion the next blow but, instead, found her fingertips tentatively tracing the peak of that tapered shaft. The distinct contour of the head was the only thing that kept the thing from being almost uniformly cylindrical. And, though she could not fully see the monstrous fuckmeat at her back, she could glimpse its mottled pink rim more than three quarters down its length as it transitioned to pure black and disappeared beneath the rim of hir spread, juicy maleslit.

Aenah only had a few heartbeats to explore the beast that was going to ravager her before it slid back out of reach. The dragon had her exactly as shi desired; chained at the ankles, bound at the wrist and comfortably gagged to keep her quiet. The poor bird could have put up more of a fight, she supposed and part of her felt it a betrayal not to be fighting and kicking and squirming the whole while. But another part, deeper, more convincing told her to wait, just wait and see what happened. Maybe the dragon wouldn’t penetrate, maybe it was all just a misunderstanding.

She knew she was lying to herself and, as that bubblegum pink tip nestled itself comfortably against her raw, unprotected sex and pushed in with no hitherto or warning, the notion could not be maintained in even its barest form. Still she didn’t kick or jerk or buck even as she felt her body being  pried open. There was no other way to describe the sensation having a cock as thick as her arm and nearly as long climbing into her henparts with nothing but the slick and plentiful lubricant of her previous orgasm mixed with a generous amount of dragon drool.

Despite how big the thing violating her was, it didn’t hurt. Her heart had quickened when her talons had traced the beast but, now that it was in, she could only curl her toes and hold her breath. Oh she felt absolutely stuffed of course, every inch of space her body could give was being taken up by the pounds of dragon dick seeking to sample the deepest and most sensual of places hir tongue had been unable to reach… but it didn’t hurt.

The little bird had no measure of how long it had been before the great drake stopped stuffing hir dick into her. At some point the breath she'd held had to come out and her nares wheezed with the effort to replace the much needed oxygen. The little girl jerked again with a soft muffled cry as the paw on her belly moved, petting her crotch.

And she could feel it.

Not just the intense, throbbing fullness of having her inky obsidian pussy lips trying to gorge itself on the mottled rim of cockflesh but the way that traveling paw was tracing the outline of the bulge it made on her trim black and blue belly. Aenah couldn’t suppress the bodily tremble that shook her to her bound wingtips. Her captor stroked up and down, applying varying amounts of pressure here and there as shi rumbled her own deep, obvious satisfaction.

The little bird's eyes closed, cheeks aglow with embarrassment. Not from being bent over, drooling around the ball in her beak but from liking it. Her mind had already moved on from its previous excuse to maybe shi'll pull out. She knew it was a lie of course and, what was worse she found herself hoping it was a lie but, so long as that the hope had light, she could convince herself of the higher moral ground.

It was hard though as her treacherous body arched into the motion as the great beast drew out, the powerful paw cupping her crotch, talons V'ed to either side of her sheath as the juicy sound of it slipping free made her ears tingle with excitement. A rivulet of femcum dribbled off the cusp of her cunny, adding to the creamy puddle of precum she'd been leaving in the wake of her less and less unwanted sexual violation.

There was hardly a pause before the dragon on her back changed direction came into her again. She sucked in a hissing breath as the increased speed and ferocity gave her a nip of tension; not enough to damage her but more than enough to give her a taste of what was to come. Each pass came a little quicker, a little rougher, a little more intense and each time the bound hen had to take it. The dark nipples of her breast and long free spire of her inky black dick wobbled freely in the air as a more steady rhythm was found. Soon even her body was bobbing back and forth, completely at the mercy of the breedy drake currently plundering her pussy.

She had no energy to fight. Even if the soft melodic click of the chains around her ankles weren’t  a constant reminder of the futility, Aenah had not the will to take up arms against the dragon. It was that dull, aching throb between her legs that would give her no reprieve. It would be sated by nothing less than the total and complete domination of her soft, succulent henparts. And by gawd would those groping, scritching clawtips tantalizing across her belly not let her forget just how good it felt either! With one eye pinched closed against the bench top and the other half-lidded, she just let herself be bred.

The blue and black gryphoness squeaks mutedly as a hot, powerful jaw came down around her neck. The dragon needed nothing more to cause her submission but, somehow the dangerous sensation of being 'bitten' made her feathers fluff up as she shivered and clenched in ways that would make any hen blush. But the dragon had been counting on just that sort of reaction, her strained vaginal muscles just needed a little more and, with her front pinned under jaw, the two paws came back to her hips, hugged those beautiful thighs and just fucked this prize hen.

Aenah couldn’t stop herself the second time any more than she could have the first and, with the desperate, raw, feral energy of having the dragon on her back brutalizing womanhood, came again. It was all the beast needed; weak, exhausted muscles flexed in a desperate contraction, then relaxed. And shi pushed. The nearest sensation the young gryphoness had to having a dragon dick slot itself so perfectly right into her untested her womb was as if she'd suddenly swallowed her tongue.

It didn’t diminish the force of her orgasm in the slightest, of course, not with her hips being yanked up into the most prime position to be bred and the eager drake bucking firmly, her dark nether lips near-kissing the brutish creature's genital slit as it suddenly bulged slightly. The hissing exhale of pure satisfaction from the dragon's nostrils stung her ears almost as much as the sudden, unimaginably satisfying sensation of feeling the beast pissing cum into her womb. The thick pearly lance of seed shot from that swelling urethral opening and leapt haphazardly across the empty space to land heavily against the far side.

The needy beast gave her no quarter either, breeding her thickly, humping and growling and breathing hot ragged breaths across the back of her neck that ruffled her feathers while she tried not to think about the billions of vicious little sperm crawling around inside her belly, slithering across her uterus and penetrating deep into her oviducts to ravage the uncertain number of eggs already ready and waiting for just such an enterprising male to take advantage of.

Heavens alive, if she'd felt full before…! Her muzzled moan was just a slur of noise as she contended with the pounding knot of pleasure that throbbed at the base of her skull with a ferocity she'd never known before. It was hard to tell if the sound was of dismay or ecstasy, or both. But the dragon didn’t mind, enjoying a certain perverse satisfaction in making hir pretty bird cum her brains out.

Only after that impressive mast was fully spent did the black beast ease up, the poor bird's feathers matted and disheveled from the aggressive mating bite. Nothing a shower, towel and a bit of preening would resolve. A full minute passed as shi recovered, the freshly bred hen's brilliant violet eyes staring blankly, unfocussed at the wall. The gorgeous girl had been laid daintily back down on her knees, though the paws cresting those lovely child-bearing hips had not loosened their grip.

Instead they just tightened a little and tugged, pulling her body squishily back up against the feral's crotch once more, as if testing that now wondrously pregnant body.

"Yes, I think that will do perfectly." Shi purred, licking hir lips with a hunger completely unstated by the vile act shi'd just committed.

Slowly, that mast of male flesh dragged itself free, the head stretching her cervix once more and popping out with a rush of semen that made cheeks flush with embarrassment. Out the cock came and, with it, a sudden rush of hot pearly spunk; as if just visually confirming just how fully the little gryphoness had been bred.

There was no explanation given and no way for Aenah to ask as she was rolled over onto her side, that unspilled cock still hard as stone and still dribbling pre- though now it glazed over her belly whenever that particular gender decided to betray her too. A single ankle was released from the chain but, held in the dragon's grasp, was still bound as surely as iron.

The new posture gave the royal-eyed gryphoness a better view of her captor's glory. That massive spire still prodded the air stiffly, now only even more alluring coated tip to base in glittering glossy hencum. She could see the soft, subtitle slit of the beasts own henparts, the grey scales of hir underbelly flushed a warm gradient of pink, brightening the closer it came to the source until curling in and disappearing beneath the bubblegum pink core.

Her clasp leg was lifted and bent back as the beast approached and, for a moment, Aenah though it meant to fuck her again. But the posture was wrong, the angle incorrect and, as she was eventually lifted bodily up with her dangling back end saved only by the grace of the other paw that slipped under her abdomen, her helpless form was brought into alignment. Her nares flared slightly with an accidental whistle as her greasy black nether lips were brought in direct contact with the dragon's slit, almost crimson with the state of their arousal.

"Aaaahn…" Shi exhaled from an open, toothy jaw, almost excessively pleased by the touch. "It is such a burden to carry these eggs to term." The dark scaled beast exposited with some delighted amusement; as if everything shi'd said and done up till now was just pretense. "But now I have you." The feral beast repeated, wiggling the smaller female's body against hir, forcing those glossy, cum-slickened cunt lips to kiss and grind and share heavy strings of arousal between one another. "And you are like me, able to carry anyone's eggs." Shi purred darkly, watching realization dawn upon the little bird's face.

"A-ahn!" The big beast exclaimed suddenly. The sound wasn’t planned, a mix between surprise and pleasure as a slight contraction rubbed her swollen pink pussy directly against Aenah's dark, well lubricated hole. The poor girl flexed her talons, still sticky from the webs of precum left behind from her blind examination of the cock that had just bred her. She stared helplessly up at her raised rump as another muscular contraction could be seen in the dragon's hung belly.

The dragoness had no clit, no singular pleasure bud that could be mercilessly stimulated like the cute little hen shi had scissored against hir cunt. No, shi had to contend with a clit-sensitive vaginal passage that caused both the act of making and laying eggs to be tortuously pleasurable. Hir curse; if one could call it that. An endless desire to mate and breed and lay eggs- a cycle broken only by the biological requirement to carry the eggs to term first before shi could seek another male to repeat the process with.

Except now shi had this precious, perfect little specimen; a herm like hirself, an egg layer, a broodbearer if you will. "Aaahh-ahn…!" The nose that escaped hir throat was almost orgasmic in itself, dripping with the dangerous satisfaction of feeling hir cervix spread wide around the crisp but still soft shell. The eggs were, as yet, still small and soft and, with a little prodding, would fit perfectly into the womb shi'd just pried opened and padded with cum.

Oh shi'd not forgotten about the eggs hir eager little swimmers were, even now, brazenly impregnating, emphatically trying to turn this poor little floofer into as pregnant a hen as possible before the first of hir eggs ever touched those luscious lips. But they should be offset well enough not to interfere. These would be hard and ready to lay long before the next batch was ready to stew and, with hir womb free, shi could start on hir next brood. And shi knew exactly who was going to give it to hir too- the great drake thought with a inward grin.

But first- shi exhaled slowly, letting the quivering pleasure pass through hir and settle comfortably in the pit of hir stomach as the widest part of the egg passed through and slipped easily out into that glossy, muscular passage. It wasn’t even halfway along before the next was demanding to be birthed and the black dragoness had to bite hir lip gently to keep from being too over eager in the laying. Shi had to be gentle with the still-developing eggs.

Dracasis- as was the name of the dragon, grunted softly as the first of hir young crested hir slit and, with no small amount of effort, fed it into the hapless gryphoness' body. The blue feathered female could do little more than watch on with a mixture of horrified fascination as those raw, regal pink folds peeled back to briefly reveal the crest of some roundish object before she felt it press against her own.

Her body naturally rejected the idea of being violated like this but the dragon had planned its attack well. Stretched near to pain, fucked into exhaustion and coated liberally with glittering white semen and glossy hencum, her body could offer little more than token resistance, feeling the push of the stronger, much less exhausted vaginal muscles and gravity's own draw allowed it entrance within her. The sensation was odd- not unpleasant but alien to feel an egg traveling in that direction.

A second joined the first, large enough to give her clit a toe-curling rub as it slid beneath her black nether lips and was swallowed almost at once. The tip of its surface could just be seen poking out plainly visible against the inky black backdrop of her womanhood. Aenah grunted softly as a third came in contact with the second which pushed against the first and, at once, she saw the magnificence of the whole ploy.

Her stretched, aching cervix- which had not yet closed of its own weakened accord, was now left entirely vulnerable. It did take more of a push but the dragoness was patient, seeming to have absolutely no quarrel with clenching and contracting hir vaginal muscles against the steady stream off eggs as many times as it took to overtake the gryphon's resistance. Though, by the way hir tongue was fallen from one side of hir muzzle, panting more in pleasure than exertion, Aenah couldn’t help but wonder if there was some flaw in the plan she might yet exploit.

But there was no opportunity to try, her beak biting on the ballgag as she at once felt a flush of relief and dread as the first egg slipped past her one and only line of defense, falling the short way and settling into her gut with a soft schlosh as if fell into the reservoir of cum. At once, the bountiful beast seemed to exhale a great sigh of relief as the next egg fell into the young gryphon's gut, then another and another. The gateway to her womb lay bare and the feral mother used the momentum to drive a great many of her young from one belly to another.

Aenah squinted and grunt as the weight began to grow substantial. Enough so that the burdened dragoness had to shift hir grip to keep hir brand new egg-basket from slipping away. She'd lost count of how many and landed safely in her belly but she was already looking quite exceptionally gravid. She huffed and pinned her ears to the side of her head as another smaller, almost exhausting orgasm made the world spin. She hated herself for it but she couldn’t help the way it felt, being filled with another's eggs- even if it was against her will.

By the time she was able to recover herself, the scene had changed. It took a couple blinks to squeeze the pleasured tears from the corner of her eyes but, when the little bird looked next, she was no longer kissing cunts with the larger beast. Yes there was a devastatingly arousing string of nectar still connecting them but there was clear space between them. There was still the round curve of a half-submerged eggshell visible between her legs and by gawd did she look six months pregnant, but it seemed there was no more.

"Almost done my precious little songbird." The angular, toothy muzzle called soothingly as she was twisted around and settled back down onto her back, careful to keep those beautiful bound wings from becoming entangled.

Still panting from the latest exertion, Aenah had half a mind to try and push the egg out. Her body certainly wanted to; a natural reflex to lay an egg rather than the opposite. But she was too weak and drained to try. In fifteen minutes perhaps but Dracasis would give her no such time as a delicate talon pressed against her pussy lips and eased the last remaining egg in deeper.

Even with her legs almost free, the half-dazed gryphoness didn’t try to kick or fight. She just closed her eyes and spread those lovely thighs wide. The black dragoness rumbled hir approval and the talon sank deeper and deeper into that prime little pussy. One egg popped in, then two, each slipping inside her ever more crowded womb, each with its own little leg twitch. Then the last egg crested the sore, swollen gateway and, with a slow, delicate massage, even that found itself a comfortable place to rest within the hen's swollen gut.

At last it was over and she was given a chance to rest. They both needed a moment, Aenah more than her captor as un-laying eggs, it seemed, was just exhausting as laying them proper. Mmpfh… and she was going to have to go through this whole ordeal again in a month or so to push them back out… and again not long after with her own freshly fertilized brood. So distracted with her inner monologue was she that the soft, sprawling hen didn’t even notice the feral beast move until the shadow caught her attention.

Her eyes opened just in time to feel that glorious tongue curl against her unused nipple, the sensation reminiscent of an earlier time seeming so long ago before the weight of motherhood rest so sanguinely at her middle. She hissed and squinted as the tingle of familiar pleasure sent a shiver up her spine, that damnably talented muzzle pursing against her nipple, drawing the dark flesh in under her lips and gave the sensitive skin a voluptuous sensual kiss that even her exhausted body could not ignore.

Hir tongue snaked out under those moist reptilian lips and curled across the crease, lavishly awashing the poor girl in a spine-tingling warmth as she cupped of that steady mound with more pleasure than any partner could ever hope to accomplish by reaching around and groping her chest. There was no separation of body parts at that moment, her entire body had been lit like a match and burnt with a fire she'd not known was possible so when the feral beast's paw slid under and directed her still damningly stiff obsidian spire up to rub against hir own pink flesh, she almost didn’t notice.

Almost.

It took a few rubs for her mind to catch on; the dragon's left over cummy juices and the hen's own thick syrupy pre mixed together, rubbed all over and between them as shi frothed and pawed the masculine anatomy together. Aenah whimpered softly around her gag, helpless- both to stop hir physically nor her own desire. For once she was glad for the bright red ball stuffed into the back of her beak otherwise she might have begged for it.

Though she did whine, softly, as the sensation was pulled away; once again leaving her male aspect wholly unsatisfied. The poor girl didn’t realize just how pent up she'd been until she found her tense muscles quivering as they unwound from the continued denial of an orgasm that would surely plaster the wall behind her head.

"Good girl." That deep rich voice teased a fresh blush out of her cheeks, keeping her amethyst orbs closed for fear of what she might see reflected in dragon's consuming green eyes. The paw on her cock slid down toward the base, applying gentle pressure as it went. The twitching mast both succulently soft and terrorizingly hard at the same time could offer little resistance as it was tilted skyward and she had not the mind to figure out what the beast was doing.

In hindsight, she most certainly could have guessed. The tremendously fertile dragoness was a slut for eggs and, with her belly now free of its previous burden, it made almost indisputable sense that shi would be hungry to lay again. But it was with the most amazing satisfaction that Aenah felt that raw feral pussy engulf her strained black shaft. Instantly her eyes went wide, staring blankly up at the beast as the creature grinned with the utmost satisfaction back down at her.

Inch by gawd-damn beautiful inch sank in, those ripe pink folds that had only minutes ago gone through the rigors of child birth were hot and snug and ready to pleasure any cock that could get pregnant.

"Waahhnlaaaa…" The over stimulated hen warbled out around her gag. It wasn’t a word, she hadn't been trying to say anything intelligible, her body just refused to stay quite as those warm pussy engulfed the base of her knotted shaft and swallowed them up without hesitation. She shuddered and spit a sharp lance of precum.

But the dragon remained still. The poor bird shuddered and strained against her bonds, not to escape but to force the dragon to let her cum!. The held fast. She even tried lifting her one free leg to get some leverage, to wiggle, to thrust… to anything! But the greater weight and bulk of the beast gave her no chance to move, hir dark, purring satisfaction lingering in those desperate, folded ears as the edge of pleasure slipped away on a knife's edge.

In desperation, the throbbing bird moaned piteously with a small, almost pleading look on her face with those round, glassy purple eyes wide. Dracasis just smirked, drawing hir hips up- just an inch, maybe two and slowly sank back down, pushing that twitching tip deep into her unprotected sex with a squish that made Aenah's cheeks blush almost as violet as her eyes.

"My good girl?" There was a hint of a question in the words. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the feathery female already knew the answer, knew shi knew it too but whether for the dragon's satisfaction or to make the little gryph admit her shame, she made Aenah nod her head slowly in agreement. "A good girl who will lay my eggs-" The beast continued, leaning forward to both drag that sloppy hencunt across her bare flesh and push her much reduced belly across the now much distended gut beneath it "-every time I require her to?"

Under other, more clear-headed circumstances, Aenah would never have agreed to such a thing. But Dracasis had her in a perfectly constructed little net and the only way out was through the carefully laid trap. The beautiful phoenix gryphon was already hers, that submissive little nod was just for hir own pleasure.

"Then cum for me my precious little songbird." The beastial hen growled and leaned down, all at once taking her throat in those powerful jaws to pin her to the pillow and reared up, bearing down on her to the sheath again and again and again in a breathtaking labor of lust.

Aenah did not need to be told twice. Her fists clenched into balls, back arched to the heavens and nearly split the resilient resin of the ballgag in twain with the force of her orgasm. That devastatingly attractive body rode her mercilessly and, after only a few heavy heartbeats of sanguine motion, the little bird exploded.

She'd not understood how the term could be used in relation to an orgasm until this moment. The rope of cum that shot from her desperately shuddering shaft lashed out so violently and with such force against those tender pink folds that it surprised even the breeder beast rocking back and forth against her sheath. The whole of her pulsing, swollen knot sank blow the horizon of her slit and was now being milked for every drop of its prized DNA.

And Aenah was happy to give it all away; the secrets to feathered wings or crystalline purple eyes or blues streaked into black hide splattered carelessly upon the dragon's fertile shores. So long as she could empty her balls it mattered not what chicks she sired as a result. A weak, listless noise bubbled from her throat as the world spun, the little bird finding herself drifting away into the warm, throbbing bliss of desperate unconsciousness.

The lack of conscious thought did not at all dampen her body's desire to plant its flag of domination upon the dragoness' womb. She might not have been able to shoot the wall with her climax, hilted within the churning confines of dragon pussy but she still hit the back of something at least, the random, chaotic spurts hitting everything in its path, glazing flesh and muscle with enough bird seed to make even the most respectable male blush.

More than once hit its target perfectly, that still-dilated cervix leaving just enough room for a particularly well placed shot to leap through and pool menacingly against the beast's vulnerable uterine lining. There was no chance that, even once hir body had recovered from its ordeal, it could keep the vigorous sperm from seeking out the first of hir fresh eggs and implanting their genes directly into deep, plush little core. It was hardly a victory considering the dragon's designs but, perhaps some small concession of 'revenge' to know the beast would not escape carrying at least a few of the gryphoness' eggs hirself. That flailing mast of juicy black breeding flesh spent itself entirely inside the willing dragoness, leaving not a spot of pink to be seen under the thick coat of dripping white semen.


 
Aenah woke while it was still dark, very dark… She started awake, purple eyes opening suddenly to the sound of a soft babbling brook somewhere nearby outside. Had… had it all been a dream? The blinds had not been drawn down over the glass door-walls. There was no moon tonight and the encompassing darkness needed no shade. The young bird reached down, slowly, tentatively and felt the significant crest of her belly made. She exhaled softly, stroking over the taunt flesh, sensitive to the touch as she explored her new self slowly.

Eggs… dragon eggs… So… not a dream? The fine bird rolled over and sat up, grunting softly as the weight shifted in her stomach, bright eyes taking in her surroundings. It was hir home, or at least the same sort of ascetic and construction. But the dragon was nowhere to be seen. She could still feel the tightness of where the ropes had been as she rubbed her wrists and it felt quite good to stretch her wings.

Aenah was still naked but a thin sheet covered her modesty at least. She smelled fresh too; the scent of… before still lingered and would take days to come out completely but it seemed she'd been bathed and put to bed. There didn’t appear to be any locks so she could just… leave… if she wanted to. The thought came with a rub at the back of her neck- or would have if it had not come in contact with a band of some sort.

It was hard to judge by way of just starlight in the mirror pool, but it was certainly a collar of some sort. It was made of elaborately decorated ink-black leather, interwoven with golden filigree, studded with sapphires or perhaps amethyst of the deepest hue that could not match the color of her eyes any more perfectly. It did not look impossible to take off but was certainly made for some else to take on and off and she had a fairly good idea of who that would be.

She huffed and eased herself back down to sit on the edge of the bed. Her sensibility demanded she flee at once before the brutish beast returned to do who-knew-what else to her again. But that same voice that had told her the dragon would not penetrate her, not breed her, not force her to sire chicks also reasoned that she could not fly in her present condition. It was unreasonable to consider- for her own safety or those of the… eggs. She had a soft, perfectly comfortable life waiting for her here. Bed! She had meant bed.

The attractive hen huffed, stroking her pregnant belly with both paws, one, then the other trailing over the unexpected motherhood she'd acquired and feeling oddly at peace. In a moment one delicate hindpaw, then the other slipped back under the sheets and, with great care, pulled the silk cover up to her shoulder. She let out a long slow exhale, eyes closing as she caressed the rim the adornment around her neck.

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