Gilda left The Harpy to find whatever she was looking for in that cabinet and turned her attention back to that creepy laboratory. The metal examination table was there, along with a tray containing the different tools The Harpy had used to examine her. Gilda would rather not think about those anymore.

It was a bit of a stupid thought that distracted her, but there were enough ‘parts’ to assemble a griffon in there. She didn’t even know the purpose of those things floating inside the tanks, much less of the life-size models. Maybe it was part of some sort of monitoring system? She didn’t know.

Kidneys and the tube-thingies Gilda had forgotten the name of, and a bladder. A brain with the spinal cord and a mesh of ‘strings’ that sprouted from it. And the creepiest thing of all, it had eyes attached to it via the ‘optic nerves’, as Gilda supposed they were called. And, of course, there was also the split tube-like uterus with the ovaries, a vagina, and a vulva on the other end.

Giggling inside like a dumb teenager, she wondered if she was a tom… Would those be the dangly bits and the thus named ‘red pickle’? Such a stupid thing to wonder. But she had been a long time without one of those to play with.

“Did you know the griffon penis was supposed to have barbs and be much smaller?” Mother Harpy had turned to Gilda again. The sudden words and the fact that she had caught Gilda thinking naughty things startled her. Gilda wanted to die after the image that formed in her head.

“Why would you tell me that?” She whined as she turned to the other griffoness.

“Because you are curious and titillated by your imagination.” The larger one spoke matter-of-factly. “And also, because I seldom have a chance to talk about this subject.”

“But… Why?!” Gilda squirmed.

“Griffonesses do not ovulate spontaneously. They must be in the fertile part of their cycle and properly stimulated. That was the purpose of the barbs, to rake the walls of the vagina. The pain and destroyed cells in the vaginal wall would liberate substances which induce ovulation once the male withdrew. It prevented the loss of viable eggs, as they would only be invested if there was semen present. It is part of the reason toms like holding their queens by their napes and vice-versa. Additionally, mating was over within ten seconds. It was all meant to ensure the mating was successful, as there were so few of you in the beginning.”

“Okay…” Gilda raised an eyebrow. Ten seconds. Lame. “That is a weird subject to talk about, but I suppose it is interesting. Uh… I think I know the answer, but why change it? If it did what it was supposed to do?”

“You do not know the answer. You think you do.” The other spoke calmly as Gilda approached when she beckoned her closer with a finger. “Pain is subjective. And you are educated enough to know that in your race, it has an intimate relationship with sexual pleasure. If it was supposed to happen but missing, intercourse would leave the female unsatisfied. Not that it mattered in the beginning, when you were animals ruled by instinct, but there it is.”

“However, females being hurt by penile spines, saving gametes, or holding partners in place… None of those were the reason I changed it.” The Harpy made a mindless swirl with her paw, explaining. “It was because such process was ill-fitted for a sentient species that civilized and made the process of courtship and sex more deliberate and paced. Not to mention dominance became an integral part of it. You had intercourse for the pleasure it provided. Sometimes also as a form of control. As a display of power, of subservience, or trust. Not because it yielded cubs. As far as the modern griffon is concerned, sex has become a combination of all that, whether they are aware or not.”

“And I loved it.” Her black beak made a smile and a fierce grin. “But it was a problem.”

Gilda stared with confusion. But mostly with mild amusement at her excitement to talk about that.

“You kept ‘using it wrong’. At first, I thought males trying to mate with each other and females humping each other were just confused.” Good gracious, the Allmother was actually beet-red blushing and holding a lecherous grin like a horny girl that just discovered pornography. “Then I realized that you liked the sensations more than I expected.”

The Harpy explained, again as matter-of-factly as was possible, despite her expression. “So, I made it all oriented towards pleasure and not breeding. That is, instinct, desire and pleasure were supposed to be the drive all along, but I had never experienced it. The short of it was that I decided your kind should not have sex because it gave you cubs. But because it felt nice and that was why I redesigned the male organ.”

“I quite like it, to be honest.” The mighty white and black griffoness gestured with her paws for the proper measurements while staring as though she held the real thing. And if that wasn’t enough, she had a lewd grin and shine in her eyes that complemented the frantic movement in her tail tuft. “It is much more aesthetically pleasant with the individual shades of red in its mucous membrane. The elongated shaft covered in little bumps that replaced the keratinous barbs is also much more elegant and appealing. Such a delight to play with one’s tongue or paws. And then there is the bulbous base implicating such virility and power while providing the most enjoyable of fulfilling sensations. So close to the holiness of the male’s seed-producing orbs!”

Gilda suddenly became quite proud of how successful her effort of holding back her laughter was. Including keeping her eyes from rolling despite the telling gestures The Harpy did with her paws. Especially when she held the air talking about the ‘Holy Balls’ and then made a little hole with her fingers. “The spear-shaped tip perfectly fits into the graceful and delicate labia of the griffoness and splits them, making way for the perfectly textured shaft. Providing her clitoris with all the stimulation she would ever need to gleefully welcome her partner inside her.”

“You really should consider it a gift. I could not even fully understand!” She frowned more cutely than she had any right. “But you liked it, and it made you happy. So, it made me happy too.”

“Let me guess…” Gilda gave her a knowing smile and made twinkling gestures with her fingers. “Some big, ferocious, hunk of a tom carrying a dead pony dragged you inside his cave and showed you why they liked it so much?”

“Yes and no.” Harpyia smiled naughtily. “The first time I was summoned into the realm of the living I was busy killing alicorns. It was much later when Emperor Gaven visited me in my tower. You never knew him prior to the Empire, but he used to be a gladiator that rebelled against his master and took control of the city. It became a nation, and then an empire. He impressed me with his skills and his strength, braving the Frozen North. He climbed his way into the Stormy Eyrie after the Windigos tried to kill him, dropping him out of the sky with hurricane winds, cold as their rotten hearts.”

“His various skills were endearing to me.” She blushed again, and it was just too much for Gilda. “Among those was his understanding on how to sway the hearts of griffons… Particularly those of griffonesses and how to assist them. In exploring. Their sexuality…”

“So, in a nutshell, you decided the future of Griffonkind was to be ruled by your first boyfriend.” Gilda smirked a S-tier shit-eating grin at The Harpy. “Basically, because you were a horny virgin that knew everything there was to know about sex but had never actually done it.”

“You are not entirely wrong.” The Harpy showed an amused smile. “But I lost my virginity to an emperor feared by the entire world. Yours was to one you called an ‘egghead’ that did the mathematics homework for you.”

Gilda grinned too. “Show off…”

“Curiously enough…” The Harpy held her own beak with an amused grin. “So was Gaven, but in his time, education was not as readily available. One who dominated mental faculties such as his would inevitably be lauded… Desirable. The separation between the skills of the mind and of the body are a modern thing. There is no reason a griffon cannot be as mentally skilled as he physically is. And that is why I like Lord Gilad. And Grigory. And also, Lord Griskjal. You should meet them soon enough. Maybe I should visit Griskjal again.”

Cheeky giggling bubbled from Gilda’s throat. How in the heck did that happen? She was in a dream, inside her mind (if that made any sense), inside a creepy laboratory (or whatever that was). Talking to the creator of her race about schlongs, sex, and boyfriends.

“You should not laugh.” The Harpy smiled too. “As a future Loremaster, you are supposed to understand such details of a griffon’s living experience.”

“Fair enough.” Gilda’s eyes shifted away with a blush on her cheeks. She smiled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness when she fixed them back on The Harpy. “So, you’re going to wake me up and I’ll do Grunhilda? Or… I don’t know.”

Finally, the larger griffoness stopped fumbling with things inside the cabinet and turned to Gilda with a triumphant grin, holding a rectangular box. “No, Child. We shall prime your limbic system so that it is open to the pleasurable reward of sex. As I said, it should steer you towards appreciating more the gifts I have given you. Like your adorable thrall. Especially after your boring, passionless life before. It shall be a glimpse of what awaits, should you successfully brave the frozen wilds. You should soon meet with The Emperor again, when you succeed. You know what this means!”

“You’re just horny, aren’t you?” Gilda glared at her. “You’re just gonna make me horny?! How’s that supposed to help?”

“Now, now. This is a gross oversimplification.” The Harpy made a small appeasing gesture and Gilda was sure that was the case, because if it wasn’t, she would just have told Gilda what was going to happen and there was nothing she could do about it. “You must trust me. I know what I am doing. I am offering you a pleasurable alternative to a traumatic experience. It will help you grow more powerful and further bond with your friends. With your lovely thrall. And with me.”

She concluded with her paw on her chest, while the other still held the box. “Bonding with me is incredibly important to your development as a Swordmaiden and as a Loremaster. Do you not remember?”

“Alright. Fine.” Gilda showed an uncomfortable grin with a blush of her own. Yes, she remembered, alright. It wouldn’t be the first time Ghadah’s memories of intimacies with other griffons sneaked on Gilda. And her goddess was very present in those. She had a predilection for the little Swordmaiden. Even more than The Emperor himself. Gilda’s blush only grew hotter.

“Oh, I know you remember, Child.” The Harpy had a knowing smile as she caressed the box, speaking with a husky whisper.

“Alright!” Gilda, sat on the floor, tip-tapped her forelegs tail swishing behind her, and matched the other’s smile. “What do I do?”

The Harpy opened the box in her paws. “I need your nectar.”

“My what?” Gilda’s thoughts ground to a halt and she watched as the larger griffoness removed an object from the purple velvety confines of the box. And it was exactly what she expected after an instant of rational thought. A dildo.

But not just ‘a dildo’. It was made of… Was that the metallic alloy they used for money? Electrum? Boringly cylindrical, except most of it was a pretty mirror sheen with expensive-looking golden adornments that made for subtle relief on the surface. It had comfortably rounded grooves with small holes inside. Likely for ‘collection’.

“All you see here is a mental image…” Gilda’s actual goddess and creator held the sex toy next to her face and stroked it with the lightness of a feather. “So, is it too much to accept that secretions that respond to sexual arousal are part of the process? Especially when such is a potent magical ingredient in the waking world as well?”

“I guess not…” Gilda let the words out while processing what she had said. Finally, she frowned an annoyed glare again. “You’re really just horny.”

“Is it so hard to imagine? I was born into the mortal world and bound to a body much like yours. I have desires, needs and fantasies. Sometimes, it gets my imagination going.” Her wings opened a little and her free paw caressed her own chest and her belly, drawing Gilda’s attention to her very perky nipples.

Gilda surrendered a sheepishly lewd grin, shuffling her fingers together. “So, uh… I guess it is pretty straightforward, huh? How to use this thing…”

“Quite right.” The Harpy agreed, waving the object in front of her with a lewd grin of her own and as her tail swiped from one side to the other. “What do you say then? Do you want to harvest yourself, or should I?”

Before Gilda could respond that she wanted to try it for herself, the sneaky larger griffoness moved so fast she didn’t even see it before she was on the floor. The Harpy’s wings flared open, and she hoisted Gilda in the air to plant her down on her side like some close quarters combat technique.

She didn’t stand a chance against the other’s larger mass and stronger muscles. She hopped on top of Gilda, hoisting her chest onto Gilda’s flank and gave her a smug, superior grin, when Gilda raised her head and tried to stand.

“Oh. Too late.” She declared with her wings flared to the ceiling, holding Gilda’s haunches with her black talons, and still whipping her tail around. Pure mirth in her gray eyes while her talons poked at Gilda’s butt, and she squeezed it.

But they weren’t in the creepy laboratory anymore. It had changed for a large and luxurious room. Dark walls were slanted towards the center as the tip of a pyramid and at a point the walls would be too low, they became straight, upright walls. A large bed was covered with white sheets, silky as milk over a comfortable mattress. A circular passage let enter the moonlight with the sounds of a garden and the sights of the night desert sands beyond. It was a bit chilly, but the large and hot body over Gilda’s became more sensual because of that.

A small group of griffons behind white curtains played musical instruments. Their sound brought forward the memories of The Allmother’s room in the stepped pyramid that was The Harpy’s residence, in her holy city of Aen Hader. Torches provided a dim and wavering light.

Finally, talons squeezed Gilda’s buttock and she squealed, snapping back to The Harpy’s mischievous grin. “Pay attention to me…”

Then a detail about the situation dawned on Gilda. It simultaneously blew her mind and filled her chest with a bubbly warmness. She was there, doing naughty things with The Harpy. The almighty goddess, the creator of her kind, so mighty and above the mortals, but like they were horny friends with benefits. Weird how she suddenly was so close, unlike the overbearing and unreachable deity that she was before.

Gilda landed her paw on her white flank and let it slide over her stripped butt. Yeah… She was definitely within reach now. “Guess you gotta do something to get my attention…”

A deep chuckle raised from the other’s throat, and she turned, caressing the length of Gilda’s leg with her fingers. She stopped when Gilda talked, though.

“Uh… What do I call you?” Gilda’s brain just blanched. That wasn’t Grunhilda that was so completely submissive. “I mean…”

The Harpy raised her head and turned to give Gilda an unbearable smirk. “Others have called me ‘a dirty harlot’, and ‘a needy slut’ but I am not in the right period of my cycle, and you lack the proper equipment to sufficiently stimulate me. But you may call me ‘Mommy’ if you want.”

How does one even respond to that? Gilda just stared dumbly at her and her brain didn’t provide a better option. She mumbled something not even she understood what it was before she could form proper words. “You know, you may have issues.”

“Do all creatures not have issues?” She responded before she gave Gilda her ‘predator grin’ and turned the other side.

She shoved her beak in between Gilda’s thighs and nudged them until Gilda spread her hindlegs and laid on her back for a more comfortable position on the heavenly soft mattress. Her godly lover cooed happily and lowered her face on Gilda’s little mounds. She sniffed and ran her beak in between Gilda’s teats, carrying a wave of titillating warmness that focused on her crotch and made every hair stand.

A moan sneaked out of Gilda’s beak, and she closed her eyes with another soft moan as her partner’s meaty tongue flicked at one of Gilda’s nipples. The tips of her beak pinching at the soft and sensitive skin. She shuddered as the black beak traveled on the valley between her teats with the wet tongue trailing behind.

“Ooooh…” Gilda held at the plumage on her own chest and squirmed with her head laying on its side. “Oooooh!”

“Say it…” The Harpy’s husky and warm breath wafted just under Gilda’s lowest pair of teats.

“No!” Gilda whined with a giggle. “You creepy jerk…”

A hoarse chuckling was followed by another sniff as The Harpy’s beak encroached on Gilda’s lips covered in uncomfortably wet tan fur. It nudged at the region, just short of touching the engorged labia.

“Say it…” She teased, her sharp commanding voice carrying a mirthful undertone that wouldn’t fool Gilda.

“No!” Gilda cried and chuckled between her labored breathing, but she was interrupted when her lover’s black fingers massaged her vulva,and parted her open, pulling them up as much as apart. Expertly avoiding so much as touching the fragile pink her with her talons. Gilda gasped and squirmed again, incapable of moving further under her weight.

“Oh… What a nice little flower you have.” Gilda’s tormentor whispered hoarsely before the curved part of her beak nudged at it and the shocking sensation tightened her nethers with a spasm. She took agonizingly long, teasing her beak against Gilda’s pink insides. Her sharp beak almost grated against it, but what followed was her tongue traveling down her folds and pressing at the entrance, but never actually penetrating her.

“Aaa-aaaaaaah! Goddess!” Her muscles pulled in a bolt of pleasure that shot from her sex. Her fists closed and let out a whiny moan when the sensation trailed away with that expert tongue reaching back into her wet fur and under her tail.

“Why, yes… I am.” In between tortured gasps Gilda wished she could swipe the smug grin she was sure her partner had. “He will love burying his meat inside this warm, slippery, tight, and adorably pink special place you have.”

“But before…” Gilda gasped quietly when the tip of their fancy ‘vaginal secretions collector’ stroked the fur between her teats. She squeaked at how cold it was, but held in place, she couldn’t do anything while the other teased her, poking and skimming it over her skin. “Say it…”

“You’re sick!” Gilda giggled in between her breathless panting and wiggled her hindlegs again. The tip of her tail also couldn’t seem to stand still. But she stopped, almost worried she might have taken it too far when The Harpy lifted her weight off Gilda’s body. She popped her head up with a confusing mixture of arousal and fear only to see The Harpy showing her the object. A small bolt of lightning danced around her talon and clacked at the clear metal. It started humming and Gilda squeaked again as its tip poked in between her teats. It was vibrating and it sent a metaphorical bolt across her stomach.

She watched and grew increasingly aroused as the vibration traveled down to her crotch. She didn’t even notice her hanging beak and gasping moan before she noticed The Harpy’s grinning. Her eyes just followed the object. Until the tip found its way in between the soaked lips of her pink opening, guided by the black paw. It didn’t even press inside, and Gilda collapsed with a loud, unrestrained moan at the vibration against her privates.

But, of course, she didn’t push it inside and Gilda’s pleasure-filled frown turned to frustration.

“Say it…” The commanding voice whispered sharply.

“Alright! Fine!” Gilda snapped with a disorienting combination of bubbly giddiness, angry frustration, and wet arousal. “Please, put it inside me, mommy! There! I said it! Are you happy, you evil bitch?! Aa-aaah…”

“Yes, I am quite satisfied.” Gilda’s ‘mommy’ grinned like the evil, teasing, monster that she was, and Gilda gasped, tensing up her whole body as the metallic, now warm, thing stretched its way inside her.

Laying against the mattress as though she could melt into it, she half-closed her eyes and bit at her finger with a throaty grunt. She kept her eyes on the large, black, and white griffoness, also delighted that she had her stormy eyes, shining with delight at Gilda’s delightful anguish. Harpyia’s heavy and strong left paw held Gilda against the mattress, pushing at her chest, and her tongue licked at her obsidian beak. Her right paw twisted the vibrating device and pulled it back just to push it in again until her silky black paw lapped at Gilda’s lips and then almost out again. Again, and again. Painfully slowly.

Gilda’s partner left the toy shoved all the way inside her and the weight on top of her shifted. Harpyia’s paw gently squeezed one of Gilda’s lower teats before she laid on top of her and a wet paw held Gilda’s nape. The other supported the large griffoness’ weight against the mattress, still bringing them closer. A perfect blending of painful aggressiveness and tender caress. She ground her larger body against Gilda’s and the smaller, tan griffoness held her sides firmly as her lover pecked at her facial plumage.

“This is why one should not make decisions while feeling frisky.” Harpyia showed a new smirk and spoke in a hushed voice. “I should have gotten us one of those double-headed ones.”

She followed by fitting her black beak on Gilda’s. Her tongue invaded Gilda’s mouth and a quivering hum escaped her nostrils. The fleshy invasion made the pinned griffoness so much more conscious of the vibrating object filling her vagina. Her paws closed, slipping talons over her larger lover’s body.

Finally, Harpyia allowed her breath through her mouth again, herself letting out a husky breath. “Do you want more?”

“Ah… Yes!” Gilda summoned all her remaining mental composure through the overwhelming vibration in her crotch.

The larger griffoness chuckled, rising from Gilda’s body and she watched where she was going. The Harpy kept eye contact and smiled with a seductive lick on her black beak as she sat before a pile of pillows. Then she pulled Gilda to her, sensuously as she laid on her back and made Gilda lay against herself.

She made Gilda lay on top of her, grinning like an evil witch as Gilda slowly made herself comfortable on top of the larger griffoness, leaning over her. She gripped Gilda’s nape again and held it tight while Gilda ground her stomach against hers, humping and pecking at the larger griffoness’ chest with soft murmurs. Soft fur against soft fur over their teats, rubbing against each other. The vibrating toy shifted with her moving legs, and Gilda let out a small cry as she made herself comfortable against the other.

The Harpy reached their toy over her rump, past Gilda’s raised tail, and held it, pushing inside her harder and increasingly faster each time she almost pulled it out. Gilda let herself cry at the attention dispensed by the great griffoness, helplessly taking the full size of their toy each time. It wasn’t that big, but it seemed appropriate, fitting snugly with just enough stretching to reach the next level of arousing. And. It. Vibrated.

She held her paws at The Harpy’s chest and bucked her hips like her body had taken control. Her expert partner timed her thrusts with Gilda’s bucking and said nothing. Her eyes just scanned Gilda’s writhing body like she was delighted at it, holding her back and forcing her against her own

“Delightful…” The Harpy whispered, pecking at the feathers on Gilda’s head. Her tongue followed, wetting Gilda’s feathers, but she barely registered. “Aah…”

Her world became the pulsating waves of sheer physical gratification that flooded her body. She whined breathlessly as the wind escaped her lungs and her body refused to do anything other than squeezing at that object inside her walls. It suddenly felt larger than it was when she throbbed around it. It missed the firm softness of the real deal, but it was the next best thing for sure.

Her talons scratched at Harpyia’s skin in a final wave of release when her partner caressed her rump and pulled her tail stretched. Then the white griffoness pulled their spent toy from inside her. She felt empty, gaping, and her fingers found their way into her soft folds to draw the last drops of pleasure, her body limp over her larger lover. And The Harpy held Gilda with a strong embrace.

“It has been some time since you had a truly accomplished intercourse, has it not, sweet Child?” The Harpy smiled like she knew every detail and examined the metallic device dripping at her black fingers. Her other foreleg held Gilda against her.

“Hm-hum…” Gilda nodded silently, with barely a hum of acknowledgement, laying her head on The Harpy’s warm and fluffy chest. Poor Grunhilda did her best and was amazing. But she just didn’t have… The touch. It was a shame she wasn’t there. Although she had a really great tongue and Gilda giggled at the thought, squirming a little.

“Oh, don’t worry.” The Harpy’s paw slid down Gilda’s back. She spoke with a conspiratorial hiss. “She should only get better, so dedicated she is.”

Gilda turned her back to the other, watching as she held the device aloft. Point up like it was a piece of art and she was appraising it. Complete with a satisfied tone. “This should be enough. Good work.”

“Shouldn’t I be Uh… Reciprocating?” Gilda giggled and stretched, still laying against the other and tail swishing. “You did all the work.”

“Acceptance is paramount.” She looked at Gilda. “And it is not necessary. I have all that I should need. If you are willing to go through with it. Trust me, you will ‘reciprocate’.”

Wait. Was she talking about the mind thing? By the way, why did that sound like a threat? A really lewd and horny threat?

The Harpy smiled and their used toy vanished in a small bolt of lightning. “I guarantee you will not be disappointed, much less by the lasting effects of your cooperation.”

Gilda stood and sat on the bed, looking at The Harpy. Her smile turned mellow. Which was ungodly strange in her sharp and fierce visage. “You should enjoy it. The coming days will be harsh and trying. If there is one thing the Frozen North has taught the Nartani is that respite is to be relished. Wherever it can be found.”

Finally, she became serious and grim. “Our bonding is not complete yet. If you are too gravely injured, there will be nothing I can do other than mourn for your great destiny not to be.”

“Does fucking increase our bond?” Gilda allowed herself a petulant grin. “You enjoyed doing that, didn’t you?”

“Thoroughly.” The Harpy admitted, and a stray thought pictured Gilda humping the larger one. But instead of a reproaching scowl or a berating finger, Gilda received a grin that one-upped her own. “And apparently it does. You seem to be forgetting who I am.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on biting it.” Gilda poked her own chest with a thumb. She meant to be serious, but she supposed she came off cocky. “Not before I make all those fuckwits back in Griffonstone pay for what they did to me. Not now that my life feels worthy.”

“Words to live by.” Harpyia smiled and covered Gilda’s eyes. “Now, go back to your charming thrall…”

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