~The Scene in the Stables
Note: This is a Sequel to 'The Rider and her Gryphon' and assumes you've read that story first.

Penelope slunk into the stable, making sure to click the door locked behind her. A quick peer around the corner told her that the gates were securely locked. Wrapped in a heavy woollen cloak, she moved through the stable in the pale candle light. Normally the stablehands would put them all out and it had been striking her as odd that lately they’d been all lit, but she hadn’t been able to see a single soul on any of her nightly visits, no matter how thoroughly she searched and just assumed the hand had been forgetting. No matter, her covering their mistakes gave her a little alibi.
She composed herself, steadying her breath. As nervous as she was around people, she had to be calm, composed and domineering around the gryphons. They were such proud creatures that they would be disgusted by any show of weakness. Besides, proud was the way her particular mate liked her.
She stood tall, back straight, chin up. She looked upon the faces of every gryphon in the stable, knowing each and every one of them by name. These gryphons had seen more of her than any of her own species, physically and metaphorically, and yet for Penelope it felt right, it felt as if this how things were meant to be.
The stables had been divided by gender, mostly because female gryphons had a propensity to tear down walls to get to lovers and to tear out chunks of lovers who were found wanting. Male gryphons by comparison were much less ornery. 
Penelope let out a smile and a sigh as she threw off her coat, letting it crumple to the stone floor. She walked, graceful, yet powerful steps towards the one door that didn’t have a gryphon head peering over. Each footfall caused her massive breasts to jiggle and the cold, wintry air was causing her nipples to stand on end, even inside the insulated structure. The sultry sway of her hips, the teeth bared grin, the gryphons as always were transfixed by the spectacle. Penelope decided to make a show of it this night, she ran her hands all up and down her body as she approached the pen, paying extra attention at her breasts when she slowed her pace until she had run her fingers all around them and made a suggestive tweak of the nipples.
She approached the door and undid the bolt. Azrael, the snowy white gryphon, stood regal and proud, awaiting his mate. Azrael stepped forward as Penelope approached, immediately nuzzling her and making happy clicks with his beak as he rubbed his face along hers.
	“Oh Az, you’ve been waiting for me this whole time haven’t you?”
The gryphon made a happy trill as he buffeted his wings in a show of excitement. Penelope ran a hand under the feathers of his face and lead him with a gentle tug of the index finger, a single come hither motion against his cheek, outside of his pen.

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Taliana woke with a start, the olive skinned elf shuddered with the cold. With hazel eyes and short hair to match, she blended into the semi-darkness of the stable. She was often referred to simply as ‘kid’ by most of the denizens of the aerie, barely scraping four and a half feet with a flat body made her all the more self-conscious about her appearance. She rubbed her eyes, she loved the fact she was on night shift, she could skirt most of her responsibilities in the aerie by catching a nap in the stable and make her way in. It’d been a couple of weeks since she’d come back to her normal role due to a trainee passing through who was moved to another aerie. By all accounts, the trainee kept forgetting to blow the candles out, which was awesome because it meant there was a precedent for her to leave them lit and drag the damn chain. As long as there was light, the assumption was that she was working and no one was going to come out in the dead cold of night to check on what was already a shitty job.
First night back, she had done her jobs quick and found herself a nice spot on the rafters to catch some shut eye. Elves were made for sleeping on branches and a rafter was seldom different. Taliana gave a huge stretch and a yawn as she sat up. She looked down, preparing herself to drop down into a roll like she had always done in the past.
But the ground wasn’t clear.
Taliana blinked as her eyes focused, she recognised the gryphon rider, but why was she in the stable this late at night? Why was she naked? Taliana was sure she knew the answers to both questions, but wanted to see for certain. Besides, she didn’t get to see many sexy things in this dull job, the thought of an exceedingly hot human with an equally hunky gryphon got her loins moistening.
This was shaping up to be quite the interesting night.

						***

Penelope wanted them all to see, and she knew Azrael wanted the same. No other gryphon in this stable shared the relationship that she and Azrael did, and in all likelihood, they never would. Penelope wasn’t sure what she was trying to accomplish truth be told, maybe she secretly wished that some of the other women in the aerie would be a lot less tense if they just got themselves a good fuck. More likely though, and she wouldn’t deny this point, she just got a thrill out of being bent over under gryphon talon and fucked raw in front of an audience. Other people would find it distasteful, deplorable even, but the gryphons wouldn’t judge the same way, but painting humans as a potential object of desire… Penelope grinned, she had to admit to herself, she’d pay quite the coin to walk in on another one of the riders being ridden by her gryphon.
She lead Azrael to the centre of the corridor, giving every gryphon in the aerie a great line of sight to the scene unfolding before them. She wanted them all to see her and her gryphon, she all wanted them to see how this ‘tamed’ gryphon turned the tables and tamed her.
She turned back to Azrael, a gentle scratch under the chin and a lick of the lips indicated her intentions. Azrael have a soft, happy caw as he opened his mouth, sticking out his rounded bird tongue. Penelope wrapped her lips around it and gave it a playful suck, tickling Azrael as she did. The gryphon pulled back, being careful not to scrape her with his razor sharp beak.
	“Naw, always such a gentleman, Az!” she cooed. The gryphon made a happy trot on the spot, eyes closed and smiling.
Penelope gave a sultry smirk, “but do you want to be the gentleman today Az? You were last night…”
Azrael gave a cock of the head, as if urging her to elaborate.
	“Gentleman?”
Azrael gave a trill that almost sounded like a laugh before giving a chuff and shaking his head. Sometimes he felt romantic, taking things slow and sensual, missionary position as he ran his tongue (awkwardly) across her breasts. This wasn’t one of those times.
	“So I’m not a lady tonight am I?”
Azrael shook his head at the word ‘lady’. He’d be nodding if he felt romantic.
	“Oh, you want to ravish me?”
At the sound of the word ‘ravish’, Azrael gave a happy nod and a buffet of the wings.
	“Oh, you want to ravish me like the little slut I am?”
‘Slut’ sold it, Azrael swallowed hard as he started salivating. He started pacing around her, massive feline cock hardening with every hasty footfall. Penelope giggled, eyeing the spiny shaft as she ran a finger over her breast.
	“You want to cum everywhere don’t you boy?”
Azrael trilled, his gaze growing hungrier by the second.
	“You want to cum in these tits? Slather them in your load?” she groped herself and started rubbing them together. Azrael nodded, happy memories from the first time they tried that. She remembered him laughing at her cum soaked face.
She ran her hands down, slipping them between her legs and parting her moistening pussy, “what about in here, pumping your load until it spurts out down my legs? Do you want to pound my pussy?”
He purred happily as his gaze was drawn down.
	“Everywhere you say?” said Penelope as she slipped her hands around and cupped her hindquarters, “What do you want this time, anal maybe?”
Azrael issued a happy caw at the mention, more happy memories of their little experimental forays.
	“Or maybe, you’re looking for something that takes a little finesse, deepthroating me until I gag on your gorgeous cock?”
Azrael knew ‘deepthroat’ as the strangest of these experiences, but he loved it all the same. He nodded happily and buffeted his wings excitedly as his pacing drew nearer to Penelope.
She grinned, he was almost fully erect…
Azrael made a happy prance around her, which enraged one of the nearby gryphons. The onlooker slammed the door of his pen with a mighty shoulder charge that shook the rafters.
Penelope and Azrael both turned and admonished the gryphon. He gave one last defiant, though half-hearted charge before backing down.
That’s when something landed off to the side…

The charges knocked Taliana’s balance off completely. The first, knocked her over the edge of the rafter, clinging on, the second caused her fingers to slide, diminishing her ability to hang on. Within moments she found herself plummeting.
She landed on her feet and awkwardly staggered down to her hind, landing on the solid stone.
She looked up, seeing a very confused gryphon and a very scared gryphon rider.
Penelope quickly regained her focus and planted both hands on her hips and thrusting her chest out to maintain dominance around the gryphons. Taliana tried not to let her gaze linger on her sumptuous breasts.
	“Pardon the tone and the body language,” said Penelope, speaking as if royalty, “but showing weakness around a gryphon isn’t wise. But… I have to say, this is kind of awkward.”
	“Kind of?” replied Taliana rising to her feet, “dirty talk with the gryphons isn’t something you’d want others to hear about in these parts.”
	“No… no it isn’t. Mind you, Azrael here is more than capable of ripping a wyvern in half…”
	“Are… you threatening me?”
	“I could ask you the same thing…”
Taliana sighed, “Maybe we should start over. Hi, my name is Taliana, I’m a stablehand around here. I chose to work here because I like gryphons and wanted to simply be around them. They’re gorgeous creatures and-“
Penelope interjected, “I didn’t ask for your life story-“
	“There is a point!” countered Taliana, “I have nothing to gain from ratting you out, in fact I’d probably have a hell of a lot to lose. I like being able to drag the chain on night shift and just nap on the rafters, I like waking up around gryphons who’ll playfully nudge me, and most of all I like working alone. All of the other stablehands around here are just… horrible people. If I rat you out, I’ll probably have to work alongside someone else to ensure no one else fucks them, rules will be enforced and bye-bye nap time. My time around them will be limited and for what? A pat on the back while someone else who I probably won’t like at all benefits? Fuck that. I like things as they are!”
The show of defiance directly towards Penelope caused Azrael to vault forward, feigning a charge. Taliana staggered and fell to her rear once more.
Azrael’s aggression dissipated almost immediately however when he realised Taliana wasn’t posing a challenge. The gryphon instead nudged her with his beak as if to ask ‘are you okay’?
	“I think he likes you,” said Penelope as she stepped forward, holding a hand out for Taliana, “I’m Penelope by the way…” 
Pulling the elf to her feet, Penelope gave her a gentle pat on the head, “Alright, if you can keep a secret, I’ll be eternally at your debt. Name your price.”
Taliana gulped, being eye level with those large, round tits, “I’d be tempted to say you and Azrael but…”
Penelope’s breath paused as she processed that, “I’m sorry?”
Taliana looked down as she put her hands behind her back, fidgeting coyly, “I don’t have the massive proud, presence you do and I certainly don’t have the inner fire to stand up to a gryphon the way you do, but I love gryphons all the same and I love anyone who shares that passion. I just… never had the guts to go as far as you have.”
Penelope smirked, “And you want me to help with that?”
	“Well… to really put my feelings into perspective, I’m not a confident person, that confidence is something I always found attractive in gryphons. I’m just a little elf with no presence as all and as much as I’d relish being the little fuck-toy being pounded whenever a gryphon had the whim, I know they won’t do that to me. I’d just be happy if they used me as little more than a cum rag…”
Penelope laughed, “No, no, you misunderstand, gryphons respect pride and confidence in their leaders and their mates, but their mate is who they wish to raise offspring with, who they love. If we’re talking just sex, fuck, all I’d have to do is offer and these gryphons would pound me senseless. Gryphons are not stupid, their sexual drives aren’t wholly instinct. Watch…”
Penelope turned to Azrael and whispered, “Fuck me!”
Azrael gave a deep, respectful bow, causing the other onlooking gryphons to cease all their chatter, before pushing Penelope to the ground. He rounded, offering his throbbing, dripping cock for her inspection. Penelope gave it a lick to clear off some of the dribbling pre-cum before giving it a long, sultry suck.
Azrael cooed as he pulled back, allowing Penelope to clamber to her hands and knees.
	“So you are being the gentleman?”
Azrael nodded, then looked directly at Taliana and shook his head.
	“Umm… what does that mean?” asked the tiny elf.
	“It means he is for me, not for you.”
	“Wait, he wants to… to…”
Azrael made a strange caw that caused Penelope to giggle, “Standing up for me earned his respect. At this point, any submissive gesture you make wouldn’t be seen as weakness, rather respect given.”
	“N…nice to hear.”
Suddenly, Azrael galloped about and mounted Penelope, planting his talons over her shoulders and sliding his manhood into her moist pussy, causing a shuddering gasp to escape her lips. He was gazing right into Taliana’s eyes with the first couple of thrusts and then directly into Penelope’s.
	“I’m glad I studied that side of things…” murmured Penelope, “Taliana, you might want to take off your clothes.”
	“Wh…why?”
	“He expects you to show me some… proper respect…”
Taliana didn’t inquire, merely pulling her ragged dress off. Stablehands didn’t earn much, so it came as no surprise to Penelope that the elf didn’t have undergarments. The lithe, washboard flat elf was cute in her own coy way. Penelope made come hither motions, to which Taliana complied.
	“I don’t know what you…”
Penelope silenced her by grabbing her upside the back of the head and kissing her square on the lips. Azrael made a cackling sound as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, enjoying what he was seeing. Before long, Penelope pressed her tongue into the elf’s mouth, savouring the elf’s nervous moans.
After some time, Penelope broke away from Taliana and puffed her chest out as much as she could, Azrael working even harder. Penelope made a drawn out moan as she felt the spines drag along her pussy walls, which urged him on even harder. Penelope quickly turned to Azrael and started kissing the underside of his beak.
	“Go under…” grunted Penelope.
Taliana gulped and clambered under the human, watching in awe as the massive, powerful gryphon cock slammed into her pussy with the force of a piledriver. She wrapped her arms around Penelope as best as she could, despite the violent thrusts, and stuck out her tongue. Though it was with great difficulty, Taliana managed to find Penelope’s clit and started playing with it.
	“Oh, fuck, right there!” called Penelope, her voice going squeaky from the lack of even breath. Azrael let out a proud caw as his mate rocked against him, pushing her hips into him to allow deeper penetration.
Taliana licked and kissed as Azrael ploughed and before long, Penelope’s breath shuddered hard as her body clenched. Suddenly, Taliana felt a splash of pussy juice spray into her mouth, some of it trickling down her chin. Azrael pumped as hard as he could, urged on by Penelope’s joyous moans. She found herself clawing into the stone as he plunged so deep she could feel her stomach moving with the thrust’s apex.
When Penelope’s moans quietened, Azrael’s talons moved, clamping down on Taliana’s legs. Suddenly, the elf found Azrael exploring her slit, gently nudging it with his beak. Just as quickly, he opened, plunging his bulbous bird tongue into her pussy with such force that she shuddered and completely lost focus on her efforts on Penelope. 
Penelope giggled as she lowered herself down slightly, managing to manoeuvre around Azrael’s beak and repay the clit-licking favour as best as she could. Taliana heaved, as she felt Penelope’s fingers probing her anus, gently trying to caress their way in. Before long, her slender digits pushed their way in, fingering the tiny hole in rhythm with Azrael’s probing.
Taliana was drowning in sensation between the two tongues and the gentle finger probing. She moaned and writhed uncontrollably between Penelope and Azrael, unable to keep under the pleasurable assault on her senses.
Azrael however wasn’t content with simply giving; he was a gryphon after all. He lowered his hips, poising his manhood in front of Taliana’s face. The tiny elf knew what to do, she reached out her tongue as far as she could and licked the tip. The pulsing member was lowered toward the direction of sensation, the direction of Taliana’s warm, sensuous laps. Before Taliana realised it, she had the head of the gryphon’s manhood slowly pressing its way into her mouth. The elf tried make a sultry motion on the tip with her lips, but an involuntary shudder ended up with her taking the full head into her mouth. Azrael misinterpreted the gesture and pressed more firmly, steadily pushing the rock-hard shaft down Taliana’s throat.
The elf was taken by surprise as she felt the massive member go deeper, fleshy spines scraping against the walls of her throat. She took as deep a breath as she could muster and reached out, clutching the gryphon’s legs – this was going to be a rough ride.
Azrael decided to do away with any sense of restraint, he braced his legs and thrust. Taliana’s eyes shot wide as the shaft penetrated down so far she swore she felt it in her chest. She forced herself to relax, to allow the spines no purchase Azrael pulled back, but it was difficult with Penelope’s efforts causing her back to arch against her will.
Azrael plunged his cock in once more causing Taliana to gag and splutter, once again keeping her body controlled, her gag reflex steady, her throat open. Still, she relished it, the giant member throbbed in her mouth, strong and warm. She could see what Penelope saw in him. Azrael however seemed confident that tiny little Taliana had it all figured out at this point. His hips started moving at jackrabbit velocities, pounding his cock right down Taliana’s throat. Taliana clenched at Azrael’s legs as tightly as she could, snatching gasps of breath wherever she could. The sudden burst of speed caused Penelope’s timing to shift and Azrael’s tongue to shudder with the thrusts.
Taliana relished every second of this, not only had she drawn the attention of the most dominant gryphon in the stable and his mate, but that gryphon was in turn dominating her, utilising her as his own object of lust. Joyous tears escaped her as her lifelong dream of being pounded and fucked by such a regal gryphon had come true. So when she noticed Azrael’s body tensing and his balls receding, she held what little breath she had.
Azrael’s climax was accompanied by staggered, but powerful thrusts that saw him bury his cock down to its base between Taliana’s lips, each time he withdrew it for the next thrust, a flood of creamy cum splashed up into her mouth. So much cum was pumped that her mouth was filled to the brim, a burst of cum shot out of her nose and strings of cum oozed from the corners of her mouth. When Azrael pulled out, Taliana swallowed hard and regained her breath as best as she could, but Penelope’s relentless efforts on her clit and anus persisted even through the thorough facefucking and the elf found herself moaning and gasping. Azrael returned his attention on his tongue work and before long Taliana could no longer keep her feelings down. Within moments, the elf’s body arched back as she let out a shuddering cry, her body filled with warm feeling as her skin was flecked with red. Unable to give words to her climax, she merely moaned and cried, streaks of cum, saliva and other fluids from the depths of her throat drew trails over her face and over the gaps between her lips. With one final high pitched squeal, Taliana’s body released all its pent up pressure, clear fluid squirting up into Penelope’s face. 
Taliana reached out and stroked Azrael’s cock as she came down from her orgasm. Penelope crawled over, looking her in the eye.
	“Azrael likes you…” Penelope said between lapping up the fluids drenched over Taliana’s face, “And for that matter, I like you too.”
	“G… Glad to hear it…” Taliana giggled.
	“So… are you working down here tomorrow night?”
	“Tomorrow, night after, every night after that…”
Penelope bit her lip, “So, you up for this all again tomorrow?”
Taliana smirked, “Tomorrow, night after, every night after that…”