There was an immense pressure put on her burgeoning womanhood as Storm's massive knot pushed up into her, both of the drake's palms wrapped around her tiny shoulders for added weight. She could feel the solid upper rim of it pressing against her lips and squeezing the flesh between his girth and her bones, almost making her feel a sort of a pinch before the widest part of the bulge burst through her opening to rest in her birth canal. She'd read all there was written about the intimate bond of a drake's knot inside her, and she thought she was prepared for it but she was wrong.

Dead wrong.

Had he been her size, or had his length been a bit shorter than it was, she'd have felt a bit more prepared for what he had to offer. Instead, the sudden lurch of his knot slipped into her fully so her folds might close around the neck of his shaft forced his tip into her womb, and she had to clam down in a form of defense. Her body was prepared for this – at least in theory – as gryphon mares or hens allowed their cervix to loosen and go tender when in heat, but his girth was a bit too much and it made her grunt in discomfort.

But he wasn't grunting in pleasure or pain as he did it. He let out a low growl that lead to a roar and ended in a screech as her muscles clamped down around him, sucking the bulbs at the base of his length in deeper to suckle and kiss at the tip of his sheathe. She was clamping her beak down tight as she held him close, whispering in her ear that it was going to be okay.

No amount of assurance would have convinced her she was fine. There was a steadily mounting pressure between her legs, and her lips felt like they were on fire from the stretch that allowed the inflating knot through into her sex. She was doing all she could to tense her muscles, keep his girth contained, but it wasn't working; She knew that if she relaxed, he'd expand to full thickness and she'd feel like she was torn in two. As she tightened, she felt his bulbs expanding lengthwise rather than width-wise, and she realized with a quivering shudder of her pelvic muscles that she wouldn't be able to hold him in place or keep him from continuing to grow within her.

She leaned into his neck and wrapped her arms around his muscled torso, whimpering as she gently released what pressure she was applying to his girth, letting it expand one heartbeat at a time until it certainly wasn't going to be moving out of her. The lower ridges of it were resting heavily on the inside of her hips – the only way she'd be able to get that out of her was if he shrunk and slipped out naturally. They were officially tied, as his girth was far beyond even what an estrus gryph-mare's lips would allow through.

Ceylon was finally tied. It was a bit painful, but the sensation dulled into an encompassing pleasure that filled her with warmth and tingles from the pelvis to the tip of her tail. As the discomfort lessened and her body slowly stretched to properly accommodate his entire masculinity, she buried her beak in Storm's chest feathers and grasped at his plumage, whispering sweet nothings into it. “Thanks so much for this, Storm. You're a true friend.” with her beak aimed down, she could see the slightest of bulges in her lower belly as his knot throbbed with each heartbeat. It was subtle, but her eyes were accustomed to catching the subtlest of movements and it only enhanced the fantasy that was coming true to her.

The warmth spread through her body, and it was then that she realized that he was pumping stream after stream of his seed into her. Now she was being truly bred, filled with essence of drake, and now his aggression had died down enough for him to respond in a civil, collected manner.

He slowly took his hands from her shoulders and wrapped them around her waist, thumbs prodding at the bulge of his knot through her belly fur. “I'm sorry, Ceylon. I didn't warn you about my more primal side. I should have warned you, I should have said...”

She cut him off by placing her single ebony-fleshed talon against his beak. “Shush you, just...” She stopped to clench her muscles down around him, the subtle bit of added pressure shifting him inside her with a massive wave of pleasure that was far more intense than the seemingly inconsequential shift would have indicated. “Just let me enjoy this, Chief.”

Storm's eye twitched a bit as she called him Chief. It could have been the subtle muscular spasm that came with each explosion of his seed into her accompanied by the gentle splaying of his barbs within her womb, but he knew it was his passion for dominance being repressed. Storm was, as he'd always been, a local chief. A crowned victor of the village and one of the elders. He wasn't directly in charge, but he had power and he wasn't afraid to use it. He had power because he would constantly strive for it, working his best to let his gryphon companions know he was on top. It was an act of dominance he had over others, and it was one of the greatest feelings he could feel: to have power and enjoy using it.

She'd played right into his desires by calling him Chief. Almost like she was submitting to his dominance. It almost made him hold her close and thrust into her, taking her for his own like he normally would. Almost. He had too much self control to let his instincts harm one he truly cared for.

Ceylon knew. She'd spent most of her formative years around Storm and she knew what he liked and how he was. She also did enough reading to know when someone was holding back their thoughts, not to mention she was a natural empath and she felt his mental broadcast of desire for that dominance.

Since she knew it'd tickle him in the right way, and her nethers were growing comfortable to the sensation of having a throbbing, barbed cock splaying out and filling her with cum, she shifted her weight until she was on her knees and tugged a bit, adding sensation to both barbs and the underside of his knot. She felt her flesh distending around the cusp of the knot a bit, the bulbs being tugged into the crevasse of her hip bones. Oddly, it was no longer painful or even uncomfortable, so she used this gentle motion to coax more seed from her drake, grinding her hips against his with her knees on either side of him. “So, Chief. When do you think we'll part ways?” She whispered into his ear, the gentle tickle of her breath sending a chill down his spine.

He grunted and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her tight in place. “Please stop moving, Cey. It'll bring out the worst in me again, and I don't want to hurt you.” He rumbled a growl into her neck before answering her question. “And we'll almost certainly be here until morning.”

Ceylon's eyes lit up in a smile as she leaned back into him. “I'm glad to hear it, Storm. I don't want you to leave me, I'll feel empty without you.” She noticed how mushy she was being so she refrained from saying any more. It wasn't like her to be all that sentimental, but the mating she was getting seemed to be influencing her. She was a little disturbed by how easily her mood was changed upon having her hormones flowing like a river through her, but she quickly accepted it and pulled away from storm to meet his gaze.

To her chagrin, Storm's eyes were fluttering shut and his neck was growing limp.

While her reading didn't generally cover the subtleties of post-coital relaxation, she'd heard enough stories of drakes falling asleep afterwards to know what was going on. Poor guy.

Rather than smack him to wake the sleepy gryphon, she leaned into his chest and nuzzle-preened at his plumage, wrapping her arms around his chest as she slipped into a purr. She could feel his muscles tense inside her, filling her womb incrementally with bits of seed, and every throb and spurt spread warmth through her body, so she relished it all. His chest slowly rose and fell with her on it as she struggled to get comfortable, wiggling her hips and pushing down so that his massive bulbs weren't resting so heavily on her inner hip bones. It wasn't that it was painful, just that she knew that squishing her vaginal flesh between him and her bones would lead to her being sore later.

Biology books taught a lot, and the lessons taught were easily applied to the locking tie of two. It wasn't a stretch to understand that constant pressure would bruise flesh, inside or out.

Content, she continued her peaceful purring into him, lips tensing around the neck of his cock to suckle him, like he was a pacifier. She laughed gently at the inappropriate ideas that blossomed in her mind, then tried her best to let herself slip into the same post-coital slumber her Chief had let overcome him., which was harder to do for her than it was for him.

He was comfortable, squeezed tight within her flesh, but she was stuck in place and even the slightest shift mixed with the added pressure from his massive knot amplified the sensations to the point that even the slightest movement made her feel like they were moving from their position to a more traditional rump-to-rump, where the bulges shifted around in all 180 degrees. They weren't, but that constant stimulation kept her awake all night as she tried to find a comfortable position that kept the fleshy shifts to a minimum.

Rather, all she could do was imagine all the things she'd do with herself once they'd parted. She was already feeling her womb start to bloat from the torrent of cum she'd been filled with, so she doubted it'd be long before the pressure from within forced spurts bits of his essence all over his crotch and the chair they were laying in.

What would she do with the egg? She knew one was coming, and she knew she was as fertile as he was so it would certainly result in a chick if she let it. Normally, she'd just toss it out the window, let some snake or beast eat the insides as a nice snack. She couldn't imagine eating it herself, she loved poultry but she was no cannibal for other gryphons.

What would happen if the sun rose and he was still inside her? What if the added pressure of her pussy held him inside forever?

No, that was silly. Of course that wouldn't happen. Would it?

Nonsensical thoughts like that swirled through her mind in the coming hours as the candles dimmed and a gentle blizzard kicked up outside her door. There was a low howl of the wind at the windows just before she, too, slipped off into her own dreamscape.

Her dreams were a bit different from Storm's. His were of dominance and power, but hers revolved around thoughts of massive cocks inside her. Cocks as big as her leg, cocks as wide as her shoulders, cocks as long as a horse's. Then Storm had a horse cock and was fucking her over a pommel horse, but when she looked up it was the simply a massive draft stallion in the colors of storm – yellow front hooves and all. The horse's beak – no, snout – curled up in a smile before he pushed deep into her, the wide-rimmed flare slipping somewhere between her lungs and into her throat...

...Waking her up in a pained squeak. Storm had unconsciously wrapped his hands around her waist and was bucking up into her, barbed tip splaying out to maximum aggravation within her womb to catch and tickle on her deepest flesh. She could clearly see her belly was distended in both gryphon knot and the gently sloshing ball of cum that was her womb. Two bulges resting atop one another.

She used all of her self control to not panic at the suddenly reformed aggression of Storm, even in his sleep. However, it didn't take much after first waking because she felt his barbs retract and his knot loosen inside her. He was deflating from within, and through the small crevasses between his bulbous knot-orbs came a torrent of thick, gooey cum to seep out between her lips, down his shaft, and all around his sheathe to gum up the feathers in his crotch.

Sensing her opportunity, she pushed off his chest with her palms and off his thighs with her calves, his still-massive knot slipping from her sex in one powerful lurch followed by an audible splash of cum down his belly.

She curled her toes in pain as her lips felt the friction of his knot pulling out of her. She was distended beyond comfort and it felt like she'd torn herself open, but she still clamped her muscles as tight as the battered flesh would allow as she pulled off his shaft; she didn't want any more of his cum to leave her. Ceylon needed that seed in her for her eggs, and she loved the gentle bloat she was feeling. The last bit of him that slipped out was the rim of his head, covered by lines of barbs that snagged and tugged on her from within before escaping, each and every barb bending and flicking downward with a single drop of their combined fluids.

With her completely parted from her Chief's member, she couldn't help but watch intently as his cock shrunk before her eyes and slipped back into its sheathe. Almost unconsciously, the young hen licked her lips and took in a deep breath to sample the musky scent in the air.

Now this was something no book had taught her. Despite there being absolutely no evolutionary reason to, she was absolutely drawn to that masculine scent. She wanted to taste it, to roll the little beads of creamy fluid over her tongue and swallow it. She clicked her beak, reluctant to go through with what she planned, knowing if he woke he might not be as amorous as he was the night before. She gulped heavily and got to her knees, shuffling forward until her chest was leaning against the chair in between his legs.

She was curious and hungry, so she gently wiggled her fingers up underneath both of his massive, heavy balls as her other hand rubbed at his sheathe, getting mucked up in the cum as she squeezed to make a small pool form in the fleshy pink opening at the tip. She giggled a bit and hesitantly leaned forward, beak open and tongue extended to lap at the small bit of juices.

Almost instantly, she pulled back as the flavor hit her. It was rather bitter and almost stale tasting. Not pleasant, really, so she immediately grabbed the loincloth that was resting on his belly and covered his sheathe with it, patting gently to have the fabric absorb the fluids from his crotch. “Blech, no thanks.” She gagged as she got to her feet and went to walk away. She immediately noticed her posture was a little off, the girthy cock that had ruined her insides and given her the sloshing bloat in her womb was giving her an odd walk, with heels turned out and tail arched out to keep from rubbing against her lips or even rump. She was immensely sensitive and even the gentlest touch would have set her off, so she was hobbling over to the kitchen when she heard Storm mumble his first words since passing out on her.

“So, uh, feel any better?” He mumbled, one hand rubbing at his eyes while the other gently rubbed at his loincloth.

She did what she could to flick her tail gently at him, wafting what was left of her needy heat scent as well as his own musk. “Yeah, it's much better now. The desire is all but gone now, I just feel refreshed and a little bloated.” The young hen rested a hand on her belly and felt the splashing inside. “Truth be told, I kind of wish the desire was still here, I'd love to have another go.” With that, she gave him a wink and continued walking past the kitchen and to the stairs that led to her room. She tensed her pelvic muscles to 'wink' her vulva at him, a small spurt of cum splattering on the floor between her heels before went up to the second story. She loved to tease.

Once in her room, she gently closed the door behind herself and leaned against it with a heavy sigh, toe talons curling gently at the carpet as she berated herself. Stupid hen. Stupid, stupid little hen. Why would you fuck your goddamn guardian?

Because it felt wonderful, that's why!

With a smile across her beak, she hobbled over to her bed and flopped down onto it, contented sigh escaping as that sharp tingle spread through her, emanating from slit up her spine and through her torso, crackling through every bit of her.

Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Once the pain of the pressure and friction were subdued with her natural adjustments, it was nothing but heaven. Thick, firm knot against her most sensitive parts inside, barbed tip splayed out to tickle at her womb, the gentle swishing of fluids in her belly, all heavenly. The warmth was permeating her flesh, and the tingles were zapping bits of pleasure all over, especially along her pussy from lips to cervix.

She couldn't stop her vulva from winking and squirting bits of her own fluid over the underside of her tail, so she didn't bother. Every contraction curled her toes as she grasped at her blue sheet, eventually curling up in a ball with tail wrapped between her rump cheeks to protect her over-sensitive flesh from the gentle breezes coming in from the crack in the window.

It was too much, yet she still found herself reaching for the stick she'd kept covered in thick, orange wax.

Just as she pressed the very tip of it against her clit, she felt a shocking explosion as though someone had pressed their finger against her nethers and channelled some electric energy directly into her most sensitive of flesh. She certainly couldn't handle it, so she reached around and curled up in her blanket as the first rays of sun penetrated her window.

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The sun was high in the sky before Ceylon awoke again, still curled up in a ball with her sheet around her like a coccoon. Her eyes fluttered open and her small wings splayed out to push the fabric off her form as she rolled onto her back, the motion causing a bit of a stir in her belly.

The sloshing sensation within wasn't as strong as it was before she slept, so she knew that either her body was absorbing it or an egg was forming. Good stuff either way.

With a smile across her beak, she laid both palms on her belly and purred gently, the floof at the end of her tail flicking idly as she imagined just what she was going to do next. She was a woman, a full grown, mature hen now. She could do what she wanted with her body. She'd been broken in by the roughest of drakes, and she didn't even bleed! This hen was ready for anything anyone could throw at her.

Suddenly, she saw the value in experience. Books were great and would continue to be great, but nothing can truly prepare you for the real thing.

She took that idea to heart as she rolled off the bed, daintily putting the sheet back in place and patting the edges down as she went to look at the mirror. Her head feathers were ruffled, and her wings had a few errant feathers out of place, so she preened until they were all straight again. Some of her down fell out, so she collected it in a jar for donations. People used gryphon down for pillows and other clothes, and she was known to donate hers because of how gentle and white it was. After she was done preening, she leaned over her desk and ran her fingers over her mound to gently prod at her slit, just to see if everything was okay down there.

Naturally, she was fine other than the bit of creamy fluid she secreted and the fact she was still a little sensitive. Didn't seem like she was too loose or otherwise ruined, just a little tender and leaking remnants of gryphon cum that hadn't been absorbed into her just yet.

Perfect. Exactly what she was hoping for.

Normally, she'd have just left her room as is, naked save the fur and feathers on her body, but her mind flashed back to something Storm had said the day before. 'Hens in heat don't go out naked, wouldn't want to make an offer to the males'. Or something like that. Her mind was clouded with thoughts and memories if thick, royal purple cock slipping through her lips to hold her in place. The thoughts were making her cross her legs to smother her clitoris.

Clitoris. What an odd word. She hated that word. Hated 'clit' too, but it is what it is, and she was certainly smothering her clit with the fur and feathers of her inner thigh, which only intensified her sensitivities. Seems she couldn't win over her body. Then again, she wasn't really fighting it.

Either way, she eventually settled on a nice little tribal skirt to cover her body from her hips to about halfway down her legs, as well as a top that draped over her breasts. It wasn't usually her style, but Storm had given it to her as a sort of in-joke, and the clothes still fit and looked nice enough, so what better way to thank him for ushering her into adulthood than that?

Once she was fully dressed and sure she wasn't going to leak bits of Storm down her inner thigh, she cautiously opened the door and gently stepped down the stairs to the main floor, only to see Storm was nowhere to be found; only the faint aroma of musk and her own heat could be identified lingering in the heavy air of the cabin. The wind was gently blowing at the doors and windows, but there was no Storm, only a blizzard outside. She looked over to the cellar to see it was still locked from the outside, so he wasn't in there. Must have went out nice and early.

“Well that's disappointing.” She muttered to herself as she scuffled her feet across the wooden floors to the chair that they'd been in together the night before. She dragged her talons down the wooden arm rests and then gave a gentle rub to the cushion to see if there was any moisture left over, only to find it was appropriately dry. Still musky, though. With a devious grin, she glanced to each window to make sure nobody was around before burying her beak in the cushion to get a long-drawn out smell.

Wait, no. She couldn't do that. As soon as the moisture from the scent coated the inside of her nares, she felt her tail hike up and her lips moisten again, ready for another mounting. She immediately pulled away and brushed her chest off, a little embarrassed she'd so easily been distracted and manipulated by his lingering scent. “Well then, powerful stuff. I really need to head out.” With that, she stomped over to the front door and opened it wide into the still-raging blizzard wearing nothing but a skimpy dress and tank top.

Luckily, she'd grown used to the cold and her feathers were thick with down and well insulated. Only parts of her that needed to be covered from the wind were her eyes and that particular soft, moist slit of flesh between her legs, a fact she quite instantly took note of as a lick of freezing air curled up under her skirt to tickle at her sex, making her clamp her legs tight together to protect her sensitive areas from the elements.

She carefully hobbled out the door and shut it behind her, eventually making her way down the walkway to the trail that lead to the road. She was a ways out of town, and she couldn't see any of Storm's footprints, so he must have left a few hours prior so the blizzard could cover his tracks.

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Regardless of her downy feathers, she still found herself crossing her arms cover her chest and lowering her neck for added warmth and protection as she went into town. She had to go see one of her friends and tell him all about her adventures! Vinn would love to hear her tale! That little lizard listened to every story she told him about the smooth rocks she put in herself or about the messes she made when she used her wax stick on herself. She was damned sure he'd absolutely love hearing about that massive knot in her.

Oh gryphon anatomy, you gave such delicious tales to tell!

Still hobbling awkwardly with neck compressed into her floofy shoulders an hour later, Ceylon finally made it to Vinn's home – a wooden and brick home partially underground and with a dome shaped roof. She and he were close enough friends that she didn't even bother to knock before slipping in through the tiny door. Vinn was only about 2/3 her height and his species rarely got much larger, so she felt a little cramped in his home, which was built to their size.

She was greeted by a rather interesting view as she walked in. Vinn was on his back on his couch, cocks both in his hand, one wrapped in thumb and forefinger, the other between forefinger and long middle finger. As soon as he saw her, he shot a panicked glance at her and rolled off the couch to hide his erections behind the common room table.

“Ah! Hey, uh, Ceylon, how are you?” He gasped between nervous laughs.

Ceylon grinned and chuckled. “Oh Vinn, why bother with a hand when you can have a whole hen to yourself?” She offered opening her arms wide in what could have been a hug or a display.

He looked down to see if his members had slipped back into himself before furrowing his brow. “Wait, what? And can you shut the door please, it's absolutely freezing out there!” He complained. As a lizard, he didn't have the down or fur to keep him warm in the extreme weather, instead he had a closet and coat rack covered with hats, coats, thick pants, and boots; if he didn't bundle up, he could literally die.

“Sure, sure.” She complied, turning to shut the door with her foot-paw before turning back to him. “But seriously, forget all that fapping, have I got a story for you!”

If Vinn was capable of blushing he would have, cheeks and chin going a gentle purple. “S-sure, here, have a seat, want something to eat?” he invited her over to sit on the couch by where he was fapping as he got up, awkwardly twisting his legs so she didn't see the pair of purple cock heads poking out of his slit. “How about a drink, do you like tea?”

She laughed again. “Vinn, stop being so bashful, you're not exactly doing anything to be ashamed of. Just come over here, would you? Sit down, or just get dressed, because we're going back to my place for the day.” She plopped down on the couch and laid her long legs across the whole thing, taking up all three cushions.

Vinn stopped dead in his tracks a moment before relenting and walking over to her, members at half mast and everything. He lifted her feet and sat under her heels, relishing the warmth her flesh and fur was giving his upper thighs. “Well, I don't really want to go anywhere, it's cold out there and wrapping up in all those damn clothes is not fun. Mostly I just stay here by the fireplace.”

Ceylon wiggled her claws on his lap, gently grabbing his loose belly skin in between toes to tease him while deliberately avoiding his members. “Naw, we're going back to my place. Promise it'll be worth it. I'm home alone for the week, aside from Chief Storm, and he's in and out and doesn't care what I do in my room. So, you wanna go make out or something?”

The little lizard stared at her with a blank expression, not entirely sure what to say about that. She'd idly propositioned him in the past but she was too shy and he too nervous to do anything, so nothing ever came of it. It was just two awkward young ones on the cusp of adulthood with all the curiosity but none of the guys to actually go through with it. But now, now she was basically demanding his affection. “What happened to you?” He inquired, certain something had changed in her.

Her expression shifted from intense, to coy, and back to devious as she leaned forward, resting her hand on his chest and preening at his neck as she whispered in her ear. “Well, I'm not a virgin anymore, and I want you.”

Vinn's body – and members – stiffened as her breath tickled at his ear holes. His eyes went wide and he just let out a gentle squeak of nervousness. His pupils shrunk to practically nothing and the vibrant blue of his chin flushed purple. Apparently he COULD blush! “Uh, I uh....what?”

“You heard me.” She cooed at him, her palm travelling down his chest to tickle at the top crook of his slit; she could feel his moist members resting on her wrist as she tickled him between each one of them. “So pack up, we're going to my place. Don't waste my time and I won't waste yours.”

Vinn hopped up and collected his entire winter travel suit faster than he ever had before, slipping into the boots, wrapping his lower end in the thick down-filled pants, and draping a huge coat over his head. He went over to the little pot that was boiling gently next to the fire to scoop a few hot rocks into the slits behind each of his shoulders and down each arm and pant leg. Lizards didn't have any natural body heat, so they needed something to keep them warm on their travels. “Ready.” He declared, the thick coat and pants making him look like he was just really, really fat, with rolls of blubber layered over each other.

It wasn't usually like him to so eagerly take such blatant offers, but then again they'd usually just danced around the idea of enjoying some passionate mating. Regardless, Ceylon was happy to oblige. “Good lizard. Come on, let's go.” she got up, grabbed him by the hand, and dragged him back out into the blizzard, practically carrying him half the way back to her own home due to the fact that the snow was literally up this waist and he was having a hard time walking through it.