WARNING!

There will be the sex in this chapter!

But also know that I have no idea what I am putting down so it could be good smut or it could be bad smut! Who knows cause I sure as hell don't know!

If you are uncomfortable with a human taking two griffons to pound town and in turn be ridden until he is a dried out prune in the desert, please skip most of this chapter and proceed with Crtl+F ‘Sexy Time is over’ and proceed with the fluff of the chapter!

You have been warned!

Also I have written alot of this while high, so if it looks like a mess, then there is your reason. Happy 4/20!

Enjoy the show.

“I WANT TO LIVE!!!” I shouted as I was dragged upstairs to our shared bedroom, my fate has been sealed the moment I stepped through the front door and announced myself.

I thought that I would be welcomed by my hens and we would all engage in an intense hugs-n-kisses pile then we would settle down and calm ourselves before talking about what happened between us all.

I was totally expecting to be glomped by Greta and Gilda and being looked at by all of my neighbors and the guards walking by before retreating back inside our abode in embarrassment all the while peppering me with kisses and asking me questions of what happened, why did it take so long to come home, and why was I being followed by diamond dogs.

I was not expecting to be tackled then dragged into my home by two ungodly horny and lust-fueled griffons who are now demanding the one thing I was hesitant on giving them because I was worried that we wouldn't be compatible or if they were willing to go that far just yet.

But it would look like that I have little to no choice on the matter.

The three of us knew that this was going to happen eventually. It was only a matter of time before this question was broached by either one of us, either from Gilda being the group's horny pervy hen, Greta being the posh, sophisticated, and gentle hen, and be being the guy tying it all together with his devotion and love with sprinkles of uncertainty for the future.

Yet it looks like mother nature had decided to step in and make the move for us with the most overt action possible.

Fuck you Mother Nature, always a bitch.

As I was dragged back into to our little love nest of a home before rushed upwards towards the bedroom and then unceremoniously thrown onto the bed with a soft 'fwump', I feel a pair of velvety soft yet heavy weights settle on my chest, not even given a chance to get up as I am immediately assaulted with nuzzles and kisses on the neck and ears by a pair of beaks.

Now, normally I would be all for this and then some cause I mean, who wouldn’t? Having your girl just break out into a fierce slobbery, needy, face-sucking session is awesome, doubly so when it’s two girls who agreed to share with each other, but when they are in a sex-crazed state of mind?

It is ungodly arousing and horrifyingly scary at the same time.

I really wanted to resist, I really, really wanted to.

But man... come on now.

I haven’t been laid in over four years, this dry spell had to fucking end sometime and I am ending it in a blaze of glory!

That and also punching my interspecies v-card, so yeah me.

Giving in to the carnal demands from my hens I let myself go and lose myself into their lustful advances.

"So here you are, trapped in a room with beautiful hens." Greta says with feline purr that ends with a chirp, "Two, sexy, hungry, heated, hens. You better not disappoint us...or who knows what we'll do." The implied threat of the unknown made an icy spike pierce my heart as I began to compute what it could possibly be, the worst is being pegged by them, the best being them just using me to their hearts content.

Turning to face Gilda I placed my left hand on her neck and brought her in for a kiss, turning my head slightly as to not bump completely into her beak. In my mind I was expecting to feel the soft and supple lips of a woman but instead it was the hard yet oddly soft and flexible keratin of a griffon's beak.

Having to twist our heads so she doesn’t stab me with her beak and for me to be able to properly kiss her, our tongues gliding and caressing one another as Greta went with giving my neck love-nibbles and cooing as I pet and stroked her neck and back.

With Gilda’s tongue aggressively trying to tangle with mine as she was on the warpath to conquer my mouth. I was surprised that the inside of her beak actually had tiny teeth that line the edges, the more you know I guess.

The two of us feel the other’s heart hammering in our chests as our bodies began to heat up, theirs more than mine, and our faces blooming scarlet with need. Soon the two of us separate to catch our breath as a single string of saliva connected us for a scant second before breaking off. While Gilda was staring down at me with an ungodly amount of carnal lust that can possibly make a succubus run for her money as she tried to come in for a second round, my head was turned to the right as Greta took her turn immediately and I was once more kissing my griffon paramour.

While Gilda was aggressive and rough with her kiss, Greta was softer, gentler, more romantic with it as she guided my tongue inside her beak, showing me every nook and cranny along with the gentle brushing of her teeth which sent a shiver down my spine. During our kiss I felt on my right side a pair of talons dragging over my chest, feeling the contours of my body and tracing every bit of muscle and skin that she could get her talons on.

Our kiss wasn’t as long as it was with Gilda as I didn’t get enough air in my lungs but it was just as enduring as we separated to refill our lungs with life-giving air.

I didn’t have to wait long for one of them to make their move as I felt a pair of talons slowly drag themselves downward, feeling my body while the other pair of talons was busy massaging my muscles, enjoying their feeling and thickness, cooing in delight at their appearance. Gilda wasted little time in trailing her talons downward all the while giving me loving nips until she finally reached her destination, the clothed prison that contained her throbbing prize.

Greta on the other hand slowly shuffled on top of me, firmly securing her spot on my stomach as she began to rub back and forth slowly, grinding her hips as I felt the building heat between her legs as she resumed kissing me. I felt her talons slowly move before latching onto my shoulders as my own hands found their way to her rear and squeezed their target, her twin, large, plush targets might I add.

While Gilda was lean and muscular due her time being a flyer and also traveling around the continent and to the lands of Equestria, Greta was more on the plush side. Softer in both her well-maintained feathers and fur but also the layer of plush fat that lines her body, something that I have come to love whenever we hug, or at this moment with the twin globes of her ass filling out my hands. Firmly grasping onto Greta’s ass I started to knead and massage it as if I were playing with dough, this brings out a surprised chirp from my hen as she was not expecting me to go happy-feely with her hindquarters but hummed in pleasure as she knew that I was now no longer afraid to get handsy with her and resumed kissing me with renewed hunger.

Distracted with my tonsil hockey session with Greta, Gilda took the initiative and gripped the edges of my pants and yanked hard on it, but much to her annoyance and frustration they did not move an inch thanks to the belt holding them up and tight. Flexing her talons and glaring at my belt, she let out a frustrated snarl and clawed at my belt and pants, tearing them apart at the loops before pulling them down on the second attempt. With my pants out of the way she looked at my cotton-covered package with greed as she drooled a little before grabbing the hem of my underwear and yanked down hard as she released the beast from its cage.

No warning was given as my rod was sprung free from its fabric prison and its first act of freedom was to club its liberator in the face with a meaty ’thwack’, exposing it to the cool air and surprising the hell out of Gilda for a second before acting immediately on carnal instinct as she shoved her beak right into my crotch and breathed in deep. To Gilda's heat-addled mind this was most wonderful thing in the world, all the sweat, all the musk, all the smell of fuck and aroma of need was going straight to her brain as it was intoxicating to her as she held her spot and continued to huff and inhale that sweet, sweet ambrosia of lust that is clouding her mind before finally getting a taste from the object of her desire. Slowly dragging her tongue from the base all the way to the tip, catching a bead of pre on her tongue as a thrilled trill of a coo escapes from her beak before she goes in for another taste, and another, and another, before finally swallowing my rod whole and started to hum.

My mind goes blank from the dual assault from Gilda and Greta as the two tag-teamed me into submission and I was a slave to their wanton desires, but they wanted more. Much more.

Breaking away from the kiss and the attention to my shaft, Greta and Greta get up from their respective spots and began the next step of their carnal plan as Greta looked down at me with those beautiful turquoise blue eyes of hers as she smiles sweetly at me before getting up from my chest before turning around as I watch her plant her hide paws on both sides of my head as I gaze up and see the sight of Greta standing above me.

There has been many moments where I had admired Greta's body while the three of us all slept together in the same bed, but now that I am up close and personal and seeing her in a new light and angle I can say with all the confidence in my being that I am loving this new side of her.

From where I am laying down I can see her nipples poking through her faded-scarlet fur, the little buds of bright pink making themselves known as I spot six of them just begging to be touched and played with. Casting my gaze slowly upwards my eyes travel upward, glistening above my head as the fur surrounding it thins out to reveal her pussy as a bead of pearlescence drips onto my forehead to further show just how needy she is. While I was expecting to see the same feline genitalia that I accidentally saw when I was fighting my instructor, Greta's outer lips are nice, large and puffy while her inner labia are small enough that I can barely see them through her mound. I guess griffons are all different when it comes to their bodies, maybe need to read that book I found to confirm this...

If I survive this that is.

"Like what you see lover boy? Take a deep breath, you are gonna need it." Greta asks me as I see her slowly lower herself down, prolonging the display as much as she can and just as I was about to say yes, she plops herself down and securely seats herself on my face as she lets out a throaty moan as my muffled words vibrate through her loins.

'I can die a happy man now. My face is now a hot chick's seat.'

I gave Greta's pussy a long, slow lick from bottom to top, sliding my tongue all over her plump lips, starting off slow and getting used to her taste as I heard muffled moans from above. Flicking my tongue between her lips before wiggling it inside her, loosening her up bit by bit as her wetness started to flow freely.

"Thats it Ian, go deeper, lick harder, make me scream!" was all I heard in a low volume as I ate her out, my tongue occasionally returning to my mouth to only lash out and flick at her clit, her little pleasure nub that called out for attention and attention did I give it as I felt her thighs squeeze and tighten around my head with each passing touch.

Gilda on the other hand, released my cock from the moist embrace that was her beak as it throbbed in the cool air, begging to be once more entombed within a hen's warm embrace once more. I got my wish when she repositioned herself above me as I felt her taloned hand reach down and grabbed hold of my shaft, holding it place as she slowly lowered herself down on top of it and normally, I would be watching the whole show with rapt attention, but alas there is a feathery hen's plush ass using my face as a seat cushion as I clasped my hands on them to spread them apart before securing them on my face.

With my head buried within one hen's backside and loving it, Gilda eased herself down onto me, the head of my shaft brushing against her puckered star a few times before changing course southward and finally found its mark. Feeling my tip run against her wet folds brought a rush of shivers up my spine as Gilda felt the same, and while hers certainly felt smaller than a humans, it was a hell of a lot warmer and tighter, and as the tip poked and prodded at her entrance I felt the griffon on top shiver before rocking her hips back and forth to try and get it in.

Now, I am no King Kohona of Cock nor am I so small that would result in being called 'baby dick', cause god damn that would shatter my pride in an instant, I’d say that I am of slightly bigger than average, a nice 4.5 incher (yes I measured it with a ruler, call me whatever you want I had to find out how big I am), and while I haven’t got deep into that book I found back in the mine about the national griffon average, just seeing Gilda struggle to get me inside her means that I am far bigger than them and it brings a spark of pride within my chest.

That and I can finally hear a girl tell me that I am huge, that is a huge ego boost to my soul.

"Gods above...Just. Get. IN. THERE!" I heard Gilda growled out but before I could offer her some assistance on the matter of initial penetration, the horny hen tightened her grip on my dick and with either blind luck or finally finding her aim to be true, Gilda finally impales herself on my cock with a loud squelch of juices and a loud hawkish cry of delight that would've nearly blows out my eardrums if it wasn't for these griffon-thick earmuffs covering my head. I was buried halfway into Gilda and by the gods she was tighter than I had ever imagined, a snug fit and I bet that Gilda is currently on cloud nine right about now.

While I could not see whatever Gilda's expression was at the moment, the sheer fact that I can feel her talons resting on my waist as she twitched in place on top of me as she tried to adjust to my girth stretching her out and for a briefest of moments, I thought I was too big for her and that I would never be able to be fully sheathed inside her. That thought was immediately kicked aside as I felt her weight slowly ease up off of me for a scant second before immediately slamming back down, taking me to the base as I felt my balls slap against her pert ass and the tip of my shaft ground against a wall of firm yet spongy flesh and I knew exactly what I rammed into as the hen riding me let out an ear-piercing screech of ecstasy that to me only sounded like a muffled moan of delight as I felt a gush of hot fluids wash over my groin as Gilda had the best orgasm of her life.

I was not expecting Gilda to be a flash in the pan or a quick squirter, but when she took a moment to collect herself and rethink things through I soon felt her slowly begin to pull herself up and stopped right when all that was left was the tip still inside her before reversing course and slide back down. A shuddering wave reverberates throughout my shaft as the tomboy hen riding me begins to purr with delight with me moaning in tandem alongside Greta as she too is getting off to me eating her out while being ridden.

"Oh...oh gods above... this is gonna take getting used to. Compared to what the schmucks have here and the toys I use, this is leagues above them all!" Gilda said with glee as she slowly began to move up and down, still getting used to the beast she forced herself on and the fact that it was unlike any griffon, pony or toy she had used in the past. To Gilda it was the startling lack of barbs that made this the best sex she ever had, what with comparing to a barbed cock of a male griffon that made it painful yet strangely pleasurable, or the long n wide shafts of a pony but that only lasted a minute at best, but with her human lover...there was no mistaking it that she had won the lottery.

"It's a good thing that we got this opportunity to make up for lost time, right?" and without further ado, Gilda steadied herself by planting her talons on my chest and started to ride me like a beast possessed by a sex demon. And considering that she was in heat, she very well may have been possessed.

With Greta using my face as if it were a royal seat cushion and Gilda riding me as if it was her last day on the planet, all I could do was attempt to thrust and buck in tandem with Gilda's own frantic movement. Bucking and thrusting like a rutting beast even as my hen's insides squeeze and pull on my shaft, trying to wring me of all that I am worth, but I am not a quick shot and that she is going to have to earn that nut. Pulling out I felt her tighten around my shaft as her inner walls cling tightly to me, drawing out a low moan with each rise before reaching a crescendo when she plunges back down. After a few more ins and outs alongside a couple more gasps and moans of delight, Gilda loosened up enough to go full speed.

And full speed did she go.

Rising up to the zenith with just the tip being held within her snug confines before slamming back down akin to a meteor crashing into the earth, Gilda continued to ride me like a mechanical bull at a southern bar, earning nothing more than grunts from me and musical moans from Greta as my mouth was perfectly sealed to her mound and whatever sound I made would vibrate through her and make my girl squawk in delight.

With Gilda riding me and Greta resting herself on my face, I moved my hands from the plump handholds that are Greta's heavenly rump to Gilda's waist as she continued to power fuck me into the mattress. the sound of her ass clapping against my thighs was akin to a heavenly choir as we fucked long and hard that the sounds of their cries of excitement and joy was heard by all of our neighbors and even the local guards that are on patrol.

I am sure that we are going to get a sound violation for sure from all this but fuck them.

Braced against the bed and flexing everything I got to work with, I begin to thrust and move as much as I can with Gilda's own bouncing, fucking lustful moans and squawks of ecstasy from the needy griffoness above every time I go deep inside her. Her tight-n-toned ass start to lift off the bed entirely as I clap against her hard just as the headboard on the bed starts slamming against the wall with each thrust as her moaning start to reach a fever pitch. Pretty sure that is going to leave a bit of a dent against it, but I can worry about that later.

"Ah! Ah! Oh, gods above!" Greta managed to gasp out as she hit her limit as her thighs clenched tightly around my head, signaling to me that she just popped her cork as I felt my face get washed in a wave of female delight. While breathing at the moment was hard what with Greta's ass currently engulfing my head, I managed to get a few gulps of air as she shifts ever so slightly off of my head before she crashes back down, securely trapping me in fluffy marshmallow heaven.

With one hen currently on cloud nine, the other continues her assault on my pelvis, vigorously grinding her hips into the base of my crotch even as she feels herself nearing her limit again even as her body instinctively seeks out further pleasure from her mates. Her tail flicking back and forth wildly, shacking just like the rest of her as her body is currently incapable of dishonesty and betraying just how much she loves having me so deep inside her. Retaking the initiative away from Gilda I grabbed onto her ass and firmly squeezed them, ensuring my hold on her was secured and that she knew that she was going to be in for a wild ride as I lifted her up, sliding my cock almost completely out of her before slamming her down and her reaction was immediate as she sags onto my chest in a submissive heap as I pump into her with wild abandon.

"Ian! Ah! Ah! Gods!" Gilda pants out as I hammer into her with each long, deep thrust, tightening her grip on my shoulders as her talons dig into them until finally, she can no longer bear it and cums again through a grit beak while I kept sliding in and out of her ridiculously-tight cunt. The way it grips and sucks at me almost makes me think that she has control over it but seeing how much larger I am compared to the average griffon, I just know that she is using what little pelvic muscle control she has to keep me trapped inside her.

Soon enough I felt the pair above me shudder in delight as they both reached their peak and popped, both harmonizing their cries of love while I am finally reaching my own after being ridden and thrusting in turn with reckless abandon. While the two hens above me are bathing me in their effluvial essence, I am gripping tightly to Gilda’s ass as I hammer into her harder before finally letting out a muffled snarl as months of pent up release finally comes crashing down, or in this case, up, into Gilda as the mother of all celestial nut busts happens and I am praying that Gilda isn’t gonna be mad at me for making a mess out of her.

Seizing Gilda by her waist I give a primal, almost feral snarl as I slam her down to the hilt, my balls tightening in advance as I felt my cock throb once, twice, thrice and several more bursts of thick human seed poured into Gilda’s tight love nest as warmth radiates outwards from her core. Although I couldn’t see just what kind of damage I have done to Gilda, I can only assume that she is on cloud nine and was having the time of her life.

After a minute or two has passed the three of us came down from our high as Greta slowly slide off my face with her thighs still clamp around my head, now rendering me deaf but I can now see once more, and the sight laying on top of me was a glorious one.

Gilda, eyes rolled to the back of her head, her tongue sticking out while she is panting, out of breath and still holding onto my shoulders tightly as her talons are digging into them. I can still feel her clamped down around me, still trying to milk me dry as a raisin and quite possibly suck out my soul as well.

"Oh, Boreas" Gilda whispered out as her brain starts the long process of rebooting itself after having it fucked out of her, her body twitching and spasming out as her nerves keep firing off from the overwhelming amount of pleasure still coursing through her body.

"Hoohhhhh...Eyr above..." Gilda breathes out, arching her back as she slowly brings her body into an upright sitting position as she gazes down at me, still huffing for air as I am also gasping for breath as it was nearly snuffed from me from Greta's hefty backside.

The three of us lay there for gods knows how long, I didn't have to wait long though for my shaft to slowly get released from Gilda's tight snatch, her inner muscles finally relenting and released its hold on me and as soon as the tip of my cock leaves her with a lewd schlurp. Alabaster cub starts to slowly and rhythmically dribble and plop out of her, staining her fur as the rest of my seed is crammed in her womb, stuffed full with my jizz as I can see the barest hint of a pudge in her stomach.

'Nice...'

As I laid there, exhausted, spent, and thoroughly pleased, I stare up at the ceiling with a smile on my face as I slowly let sleep take me away to dreamland...

That is...

...until I felt a pair of talons grab my shoulders as I feel movement above my head along with motion on my chest.

I only had to open my eyes to see Gilda and Greta staring at me with unfettered hunger in their eyes, their eyes wide and dilated with need as their wings are fully extended and talons on full display.

"Gilda...Greta...please...the spirit is willing...but the body is spongy and bruised." I said in between gasps of air as I struggled to regain some manner of stability back into my body after the marathon of fuck we three just went through. And yet these two are still at the peak of their power all the while I am a sweaty, gasping, ruined heap on the bed begging to be spared another round of carnal delights.

My two hens looked at me long and hard, their gaze unnerving as they both smirked as they started snickering to themselves as Gilda pounced on me while Greta stayed behind.

"I've been waiting a long time to finally have someone to quell this burning heat inside me and I am not gonna stop till it's gone! So gimme that dick!" Gilda said and that was all that I heard as she took command of the situation and began the marathon all over again with Greta watching from the sidelines.

If this is how I die, I just want to let Eris know that this was oh so worth it!

Sexy Time is over!

The three of us were sprawled out all over the bed in a sweaty, fluid covered heap, all of us gasping for breath as we have ran a marathon on one another till exhaustion claimed us all.

Staring at the ceiling as the afterglow of fuck courses through our veins, I couldn’t stop and think to myself.

‘WOW…that was awesome.’

But it wasn’t before long as I started to drift off to sleep that post-nut clarity began to worm its way into my head just as my eyes were nearly shut.

And when post-nut clarity hits.

It hits fucking hard.

My eyes popped open as I realized that I had just fucked my two closest friends until they were rendered a puddle of thoroughly pleasured feather cushions who are clinging to me like purring kittens.

But the most important thing?

I left Moss outside, with my diamond dogs, and over half of the neighborhood who witnessed me getting dragged into my home before the sounds of loud and rough sex echoed out from our house for most of the day.

Looking at the ceiling I glanced down at my hens, and for a moment I thought about getting out of bed to check up on Moss and my dogs, but when Gilda nuzzled into my neck and purred happily while Greta cooed in delight, I just mentally shrugged and closed my eyes again.

‘Eg, Moss can wait till tomorrow morning, I am sure he will be fine.’