This wraps up the three-parter clop chapter.
Trigger warnings for this part are as follows.

M/F, F/F, threesome, vaginal and anal sex, fingering, beakjob, sex magic, griffon ladies losing their mind on gangbangs, self-important considerations on sex among mythical creatures, and ship-teasing. Someone probably held hands along the way and there is a surprisingly wholesome fridge logic.

They had a giant silky bed for themselves, littered with a collection of coins and sex toys. The latter ranged from different objects of obvious cylindricity for penetrative purposes, to imitations of griffon members. Every single one of them was a testament to the Harpy’s pompousness. Each one a horny work of art. Strewn around the bed. Were they meant as decoration or did the Harpy expect them to join her and use the things? Considering their bed was large enough for several griffons and there was nothing behind it, the Harpy likely expected them to be used. Spectacularly so.

As far as Gilda was concerned, they wouldn’t be necessary. There was also the added fanciness factor of a small fortune in electrum coins. They turned out to be more of a bother than any kind of benefit. None of the griffons in Gilda’s group were megalomaniacs.

To be entirely honest, Gilda could see the appeal of such a statement of wealth. Griffons, included herself, liked the idea of it. But it was not like they had any actual use on the bed. Still, they kept the bed since the Harpy had left and they were the ones already there to claim it as theirs.

Hopefully, the Harpy would calm down after she got what she wanted from Godwin. Gilda still worried she’d pounce out of the blue at any second and conjure another exaggerated piece of sexual grandiosity. The wall of raunchy griffons would be hard to beat, though. Gilda kept watching her, like a hawk. And every once in a while, she saw her trotting in between groups of griffons with her wings flared on display and a gleeful grin on her beak. Chatting with resting griffons or talking to those who were ‘busy’. Certain to be making some of those comments and long-winded explanations of hers.

It must be annoying for them to get their future queen spouting bits of trivia about griffons and sex but, who knows? Maybe they found it funny or endearing, somehow. Gilda didn’t think the northerner nobles would suffer foolishness from someone they didn’t like. So, they either liked her a lot, or they feared her a lot. Go figure. Maybe Gilda was the boring one.

While everything seemed peaceful and griffons had fun around the great hall, mingling or in groups of horny activities, Gilda and Gevorg had left to fetch snacks. Grunhilda went with them, wanting to help. The creepy, unsettling griffons were still there, everywhere. Gilda’s initial impression of them changed little. They still messed around the party, being ominous and horny. They also helped griffons around, like a pair of them who helped Gilda, Gevorg, and Grunhilda carry their food.

Under Gilda’s command, the small group gathered a couple of bottles of mead and fruit juices, along with easy to eat meat rolls. Not too much, just enough for a quick meal between seven griffons. Even frugal food for seven griffons amounted to a considerable volume, so Gilda didn’t complain. Of the help they received. As they were starting on their way back, one of the strange griffons, an overexcited lady-mini-Harpy assisting them, nudged Gilda’s shoulder to get her attention. She kept pointing at an old loremaster sitting next to a table.

The loremaster was greeting a couple of griffons and the table behind her held a giant plate with a pile of little red, white, and black fruits. Several bottles with fancy corks, too. She even had a pile of coconuts and ice shards, like wet diamonds, for decoration. Honeycombs, dripping with the amber syrup and a series of seasoning-like plants. Another couple of griffons walked away, each with a pair of bottles.

“What? Do you want that?” Gilda frowned and cocked an eyebrow at the happy griffoness grinning at her. But instead of answering, the happy catbird remained agitated, flapping wings, and nodding until Gilda went to the loremaster.

“Help yourselves. It is the Allmother’s bounty offered to her Children.” The loremaster told them after a cheery greeting to Gilda and Gevorg with a friendly grin.

Clear crystal glass made up the bottles filled with a blurry amber liquid. Each one had fancy works of art in the shape of rampant griffons, a foggy engraving on one of the square bottles’ faces. Quality of the sort reserved for small potions, but those were larger bottles, each containing about a pint of foggy amber liquid. Corks made of coconut fiber and their green skin, twisted like roses, kept them sealed. No doubt pleasant to the eyes and the palate. Especially with all those coconuts and honey implying they were ingredients.

“What’s this? Looks expensive.” Gilda raised an eyebrow at the collection of bottles before turning to the loremaster.

“We call this Jolt Juice, and expensive it is not.” The old Loremaster told her. “Although, it should be.”

The loremaster was a gorgeous and mature griffoness covered with blue fur and feathers, except she had a glorious, V shaped, collar stripe of white, black, and white again, with her neck covered in cyan and alluring, natural, eyeshadow. She had velvetine blue paws with white talons that Gilda almost felt like holding and stroking her face with. She even wore a ridiculously elegant and intricate tiara with a pair of dancing griffons, branches, and leaves, all in silver with intricately cut pieces of a milky white gem filling in the spaces. It all went well with her blue silky cape.

“It is a cold drink made with shavings from the ice cap of our tallest mountains. The ones which touch the storm. But that is purely to keep them cold and add some extra magical flux. They are a concoction of nutritive and hydrating coconut water and guarana extract seasoned with honey, and ashes from ginger, vanilla, cinnamon, cloves and saffron.”

“What? No alcohol?” Gilda smiled, and the loremaster giggled. She giggled at Gilda’s joke. Maybe she had an easy and relaxed life without dumb griffons she needed to take care of.

“No alcohol, little raptor.” She offered Gilda a bottle. “They replace nutrients your body needs for the proper functioning of your muscles and several systems most griffons don’t need to concern themselves with. These little fruits can ward off tiredness. Wouldn’t want the party to waste away because you feel tired, would you?”

Supposing some griffons had been at it while Gilda was dealing with the drama. She deadpanned at the bottle in her paw. It was chilling cold but gave Gilda some unwanted thoughts. “Sounds like some of the stuff a pegasus I know would drink because it ‘recharges her batteries’.”

“That is how a simple mind would describe this, little raptor. These are for griffons, though.” The old griffoness grinned and raised her eyebrows at Gilda. “It also wets a tired appetite. Why, we made it specifically because of our long parties.”

“We’ll take a couple.” Gevorg took a step closer next to Gilda and reached for the bottles. “Maybe a few… Because… Godwin and his friends.”

Who was Gilda to complain of his enthusiasm, right? She pointed at the little fruits, though. “Where are these things from? I mean, I know coconuts exist in the Beachhome Hold, but these red little things…”

Gilda’s words lost themselves in her thoughts, with sharp stabs on the sides of her head. She cried a little ‘ow’ and frowned just as the red fog threatened to cover her eyes. The beautiful madam loremaster soon returned to her vibrant blues, smiling at Gilda, offering her one of the little fruits. It looked like a freaking eye, to be honest. “Don’t concern yourself with that, little raptor. Enjoy Our Mother’s bounty. All of it.”

Gilda opened the barky exterior and bit a part of the meaty white inside, offering it to Gevorg. “It’s… It tastes nice. Kinda like an angry, sweet apple.”

Gevorg tasted it and agreed with a couple of nods, licking his talons as Gilda looked at the small bounty they had accumulated from their brief trip to the tables. More than enough and they had spent sufficient time there so the kids could talk without them getting in the way. She thanked the loremaster on their behalf and, on their way back, Gevorg grabbed another pair of bottles of the drink. She just grinned and chuckled, teasing him, brushing her tail on his dreamy black hindquarters.

As soon as she shifted her attention from her captain, Gilda found Gertha. She blinked twice and twisted her beak with a confused frown. The pink mercenary had a companion, and it was not Georgia.

One of those ridiculously beautiful griffons, one of the fierce northerner older dudes who had aged exceptionally well. In fact, he seemed as fit as Gevorg, but he had the silver marks of an older griffon on his face and his fluffy crest. Sitting on a low chair and holding a big griffoness like Gertha in his lap, he absolutely looked strong. His plumage was a deep bronze on his face and caramel on his neck and his chest, with darker pinion-shaped spots. Fierce yellow eyes, and a sharp beak, dark brown over the rest of his body. If all that wasn’t enough, he even wore a small black crown over his head and a furry brown cape.

Gilda would have thought of him to be a nice eye candy if Gertha wasn’t supposed to be with Georgia. Instead, she was banging some northerner noble. Although there was some subtle difference between him and the griffons who met Gilda on her arrival. Something she couldn’t put her talon at. Curiously, she thought the same way about that loremaster, and, to a higher extent, those strange griffons that looked like the Harpy.

Regardless, Gertha wore a freaking giant piece of jewelry around her neck and over her chest. A large and intricate mesh of golden twirls and fiercely blue sapphires. Worth more than all the money Gertha had earned in her mercenary life, Gilda imagined. And all she had to do for that was sit on his lap and let him stick his dick under her tail.

That was possibly not how it went down, and Gilda restrained her incensed huff at Gertha having left Georgia alone. A blush crept into her cheeks, too. First, because Gertha was, by herself, already a beautiful thing to behold. Especially like that, with her hindlegs spread apart and bouncing on the handsome guy’s lap. Doing ‘fifth base’ lewds that Gilda was too squeamish to try, while he pecked at Gertha’s neck feathers like a caring lover.

“Uh, hi boss.” The pink griffoness blushed and giggled anxiously at Gilda’s approach, and her partner stopped thrusting into her. He still held her with his paws on her waist, though.

“With all due respect, milady.” The griffon’s grave voice sounded as fitting as it was annoyed at their disturbance. “We are busy.”

“Sure, ‘milord’. She can still use her mouth.” Gilda spoke with all the sarcasm she could summon to hide her awkwardness. She even shot an angry glare at the pink griffoness. “Why aren’t you with Georgia?”

“This spooky griffon lady showed up with some five griffons and said Lady Gwendolen really, really, insisted they took Georgia to see her. And it’s not like I could have stopped them. I mean… They work for your boss, so it’s probably fine.”

Gertha had obviously not seen what Gilda had seen that night.

“Sounds like Madam Galathil.” Gertha’s friend had a calm and collected tone. “She oversees the troublesome griffons around here. Not to worry. The young lady is perfectly safe with Lady Gwendolen, too. In fact, I would say there is no safer place for a griffon to be than next to her. Maybe she shall live through the most shameful experience of her life, but she should remain physically sound. And certainly learn a few things along the way.”

Gilda listened to him but rolled her eyes, focusing on Gertha. “So, you decided to fuck this dude?”

Gertha said nothing for a couple of seconds, just staring dumbly at Gilda. “Well. I was alone and Lord Gildon said I have pretty eyes that agree with this necklace. Is this a necklace? I think it’s too big to be a necklace.”

“It is a decorative peytral. Whatever its name, it is almost as beautiful as you are, milady.” Lord Gildon grinned at Gertha while holding a pawful of her fluffy chest feathers and delivering a lustful little pecking kiss on her neck. Gilda gave them an annoyed deadpan stare, watching Gertha giggle when they resumed their kinky lovemaking.

It took Gilda some restraint not to yell at Gertha’s drunk ass, but she supposed it wasn’t actually Gertha’s fault. All Gilda would get there was making some Frozenlake noble angry and bothering her friend. Hopefully, Georgia could live through the shame of whatever the Harpy had planned for her because she was on her own. Gilda wouldn’t go against the Harpy either.

As she turned to leave, Gevorg was there, smiling at her. “Hey, don’t worry. She may even be angry, but I doubt she’d really hurt Georgia. And I don’t know who this guy is, but your friend seems to really like him.”

Gilda agreed with a tired sigh. He was probably right, and thinking was too hard, anyway.

Back at headquarters, they found Godwin laid at the center of the bed. He held his head high with closed eyes, almost proud-like. He reminded Gilda of a photo of some sphinx she saw in a newspaper. The white-rosy pearly griffoness affectionately preened his feathers, laid at his side, as close together as she could manage. Her tail’s tip kept sweeping from one side to the other while she held his shoulders and ran her beak by his feathers.

The black and white, thinner queen laid in front of him and massaged his right forepaw with a glistening oil and held a small smile, blushing with her eyes at his neckline. A set of makeup paints stood to the side, and only then Gilda noticed they had repaired Godwin’s makeup. The bangles and bracelets were gone, and he wore only a thick decorative peytral of golden and rectangular, thin strips of metal. Each inlaid with a ruby.

The pudgy, sandy one set up a small aromatic candle in a small electrum cup on top of a delicate plate of the same metal. Several of them had already been lit, and the place smelled of sage, mint, and black tea. She hopped from one side to the other with a surprising grace, setting the candles just right in their places and grinning like a little cub to herself.

“What is going on here?” Gilda grinned and hopped onto the bed while Gevorg and the others placed their stuff on the bed, out of the way. Someone had pushed the coins and the Harpy’s selection of sex toys to the floor. They still provided pizzazz, and edginess, without being a bother.

Pudgy grinned at Gilda. “They have an aromatherapy shop in here! Can you believe it?! It even has a giant selection of massage oils! And several jewels for you to grab! Apparently, it was quite common for the males to wear jewelry in the Primeval Age, and some gracious lady told us all about it!”

“That thing looks expensive.” Gevorg added, scooting next to Gilda.

“Oh… She gave it to us.” The sandy griffoness grinned even wider. “She told us to enjoy the evening. I suppose we ought to give it back before leaving. Oh, but the oils and aromatic candles are all free to use!”

All of them wore some kind or another of intricate jewelry. Like Gilda’s tiara with Mother Harpy. The rosy queen, for example, wore a tiara made with a repeating knot design and a thin spike with curvy sides. Her tiara held a shiny pink gem Gilda didn’t know, but that looked like it had come out of an epic piece in the Canterlot Theater. Not a set prop, though. It looked every bit as real and impressive as Gertha’s jewelry back there.

“What the heck? Someone is out dolling out gorgeous pieces of jewelry and I didn’t get one? Something must be wrong! I’m the Swordmaiden of the Shaddani!” Gilda mumbled to herself and then chuckled.

Godwin seemed to be lost in joy, so Gilda turned to the thin kitty next to him and smiled at her. “I don’t think I ever caught your names.”

“I am Griska of Frozenlake! She’s Glóra of Wayfarer’s Rest!” The lanky, black, and white one cheered while her fingers pressed and pulled at Godwin’s paw. Thin, peppy, and fun, she seemed, while Glóra seemed dignified, like she could be on her way to becoming a Loremaster. Also, Glóra took a good whiff of Godwin’s feathers every time she beaked at them with a goofy smile of a horny griffoness that was way too much into her mate. It made Gilda smile; at least they were having fun. Finally.

“And I am Gloriann of Griffonstone!” Pudgy beamed with her paw on her fluffy chest. Gilda supposed she looked normal, if overweight by the northerner standards. Her vibrant, burnt sand shades of color made Gilda think of the desert and she spoke in a fun, bouncy way. “The pretty lady said I am a Haderani!”

“She’s been repeating that every five minutes.” Glóra giggled, stopping her work on Godwin’s feathers to talk.

“Apparently, the Haderani are almost extinct, and they are extremely rare. So rare, the griffoness who talked to us said I should follow the caravan to Griffindell and that she would tell Lady Gwendolen about me!”

Well, that sounded curious. Gilda inspected the four young griffons. Godwin sported a dark shade of the ‘Griffonstone tan’. The thin one looked like a Nartani, especially being born in Frozenlake. Black body and white chest and head seemed rare, though. Glóra… Gilda was not sure. She might be a Shaddani, with her beautiful colors or even an Astrani with her almost supernatural grace. And the pudgy one was a Haderani living in the south. That sounded reasonable, since they came from the desert to the east of where King Grover had ruled Griffonia.

All of them staying with Godwin that Lady Gwendolen, also known as The Harpy, the Allmother, the feathering Mother Harpy of Storms, wanted some crazy love juice out of. She even got angry Georgia didn’t go to her and Harpy knows what she would have done to her. Georgia, not to mention, was unquestionably Shaddani, with her vibrant colors and cute beauty. Giza too. Everyone met at Gilda’s caravan, which was going to Griffindell, where Lady Gwendolen lived.

All of a sudden everything seemed like a coincidence. Gilda never met their parents, but knew they were important. Importantly, the Griffonian secret military birds went looking for their kids when shit started to go down at the capital. What were the chances they were all part of the Harpy’s grand plan? There were no changes involved, that’s what.

Gilda had gotten past getting annoyed, though. The smells from the oils Griska massaged Godwin with filled her world. Grape seed. It brought a memory from her time back at Griffonstone. Before her life turned into a mess.

Her mind’s eye saw an overexcited Greta holding a fancy bottle and blushing madly. She was telling Gilda of all the benefits of grapeseed oil for a couple’s love life. Of course, she was excited. Greta had a nice husband that would massage her with the stupid oil and make sweet married couple’s love to her until she melted. Gilda was just annoyed at her friend. Not at her happiness. Gilda would always be happy for Greta and Gary, even after he betrayed her. She was annoyed because she was trying to sell scones at the time and Greta wouldn’t shut her beak.

Gilda blinked and stared at the bottle Griska had left on the bed. Like she wanted nothing much with it, Gilda grabbed the flask. Everything in that place looked like a work of art, and the little bottle was not different. Purple and green glass, shaped like a grape cluster and the little green part of the cluster hung from was the cork.

Still holding the little bottle, Gilda turned to the side and looked at Gevorg with Grunhilda. The black and gray Sky Sentry captain, in all his Astrani glory, sat by the side of the bed, sharing their snacks with ‘the kids’. He gave Godwin a wink and a bottle of Jolt Juice, taking a second for him. Gilda gave a needy, flustered stare to the grape-shaped flask and then to Gevorg. Her talons tinkled at the crystal glass; her eyes drifted away.

“Gevorg. Can I ask a favor of you?” She blushed as he looked at her half-way into gulping down the bottle’s contents.

She gave him a little modest smile, just before his eyes found the bottle. It was like a magical connection formed and their minds touched in a perfect moment of wondrous marvel. Gilda didn’t even care she made herself look like a dweeb. His beak instantly transformed into a giant grin, and he dropped the empty bottle. Trotting around the bed, he leaped onto it, and his weight shook the mattress under Gilda when he landed behind her.

Gevorg hastily grabbed the bottle from Gilda’s paw and left it aside. He held Mythical in his paws and tenderly pulled her from Gilda’s back. The magic which held the weapon to her strained and released before he politely left the magical sword in her scabbard to the side. Then he surprised Gilda again. Reaching for the latch of her dancing dress, fiddling with it for a couple of seconds and sending her heart rate so high above the storm clouds, she could swear she was going to have a heart attack.

She shifted her body around and raised her hip from the bed, taking her weight off the silvery-golden dress. Her eyes shifted from side to side, and she found the younger griffons. Instead of still posing like a sphinx, Godwin tenderly exchanged little pecks with Griska before he reached forward and pulled her closer, fitting his beak with hers. Grunhilda sat with the other girls, tasting their food, and watching with great interest.

Gilda heard Griska’s little whimper, but she hardly resisted at all. The other too soon left the food and Grunhilda to join them. Instead of resuming her tender preening, Glóra pecked little kisses at Godwin’s neck. Her eyes shifted into a pair of lusty pink peepers, watching the two kissing. Pudgy Gloriann giggled and turned on her back next to Griska, and reached Godwin’s jaw, stroking him warmly.

Gilda had more pressing matters to mind. A couple of seconds after Gevorg grabbed the bottle of oil from the sheets, the liquid poured over her back in a line from her shoulders to her hip and made her muscles tense. They pulled at her pelt and plumage over her back with a spontaneous tug. Then her captain sat behind her, and his paws pushed against her ribs and her spine. Muscles melting at his touch, Gilda made a goofy grin and moaned luxuriously.

“Excuse me.” His playful tone accompanied his fingers, kneading at her muscles. His palms pressed on her shoulders and his thumbs squeezed her muscles at her spine. How in the world did that work or what muscles and tendons were involved, Gilda had no idea. But she could swear he melted the flesh and sinew under her soft, fur-like plumage.

Gilda closed her eyes, raising her head and willingly, and willfully, exhaled a long sigh. “Ah… Dude!”

He chuckled and kept repeating the gesture, slowly making his way down her spine. Gilda laid her head on the mattress and let him work. Something popped and gave her a little startle before a wave of relaxation spread from her spine. He pushed her plumage and her pelt with his whole paws before holding her and pressing his thumbs at her spine again. Laboriously making his way down her back, crunching her muscles into serenity and peace of mind. Like she had sand in her muscles and his paws had the power of turning it to jelly.

“I don’t care what you think your job is…” she mewled, tensing at another pop his fingers caused and relaxing again with another moan. “Your job is now massaging me.”

“But Lady Gilda,” he faux-complained, and she could imagine his cheeky grin. “I need to help you fight off the bad griffons.”

She chuckled, never opening her eyes, much less moving her head from the mattress. “I’ll kill all the bad griffons in the world if you promise me a massage every night.”

“Sounds fair.” His fingers pressed between her hips and made her squirm. Strong fingers kneaded her joints and her thighs. All the strain of her dancing posture and tenseness from the night’s drama evaporated from her squished muscles.

Gevorg pressed his paws over her rump with his thumbs, squishing the tendons in her croup. Gilda’s tail raised like it had a life of its own and brushed at his belly. Instead of thinking of what had happened, Gilda gave a throaty chuckle. She looked back at his handsome smile. Giving him a foxy smile of her own and resting her chin on her shoulder to stare at him for a couple of seconds.

His paws glided against the grain of her fur with an electrifying wave. It made her raise her head with her eyes closed and a luscious groan through her serene smile. His touch triggered an itchy little pull at her back, passing the transition between feathers and fur. His forelegs enveloped and his weight gave her a cozy warmth on her back when he held her shoulders under her wings and leaned on top of her. Her head rested on the sheets again and she noticed the warmness and wet discomfort in her groin which replaced the tense straining in her muscles. She didn’t even think, perking her rump when his stiff, fleshy shaft rested on her hind as he accommodated himself on top of her.

Her breath had become shallow. Her neck relaxed when he pecked at her feathers and his stomach rested against her rear. He accommodated himself behind her, rubbing his shaft on her labia and giving her a shudder of anticipation. Her wings shuffled on her sides when the hot length of his member left her delicate little folds alone. She let escape a needy gasp, with her tail whipping under him, caressing his rump and his testicles.

With his hot breath on her ear, she shifted her shoulders and growled a whisper. “Dude, keep teasing me like that. I’ll slit your throat open right here in the middle of the party.”

“I’m not!” His hot breath wafted on her feathers; his tone was as restless as hers. “I don’t have eyes down there!”

They shared a chuckle just as he pecked at her neck again, just as his tip poked at her a couple of times before it found her slit. Coming through, it spread her open and forced a gasp out of her beak. Her wings opened stiffly with his shaft sliding effortlessly into her vagina, pushing at her walls to accommodate him. He forced a wave of pleasure through her stomach. A tense electric jolt from her nethers with his shaft traveling every inch into her until his jewels touched her groin.

“Oh, dude… Oh…” Gilda’s head rested on the sheets as her tomfriend gasped, thrusting into her with controlled eagerness. Going in or going out, steadily against her pressing walls, stroking her little pearl with his length. Quickly filling her groin with a strained tenderness. Her moans and gasps became needier, and her talons pulled the sheets.

His hoarse moans filled her ears, every time his insistent humps pushed her belly against the silky sheets. One paw supporting his weight on top of her and another holding her scruff, talons scratching her skin. The sudden surge of pain made her raise her head and with a short and ladylike yowl. Her insides rattled; her rump pushed a little more against Gevorg’s weight. The intense, explosive wave of pure pleasure shook her body. Her beak hung open and broken sobs escaped. She didn’t care if others would listen. Gilda rested her head on the sheets again and let herself whine instead of breathing. A short whimper every time her walls tried to squeeze him and every time he went back and forth inside her.

It went on and on for what seemed like a blessed, divine eternity. Her nape stung and burned, while her nethers quaked with sexual release. It had been way too long. Gevorg’s husky groans broke with a shaky grunt. He pushed into her one last time. His stomach tensed as his cock pulsated inside, and proved Gia wrong; that, yes, a tom could shoot a queen full of warm cub seeds. Gilda blurted out, giggling at her thoughts and just at how nice it felt.

Panting heavily, Gevorg stroked his gray cheek at her neck before he pulled out of her with a tiny, sharp sting at her lady bits. Gilda gave a playful squeal and turned on her back, wiggling her legs in the air. Oh yes, perfect.

The griffoness just laid there with her belly exposed to the air and her sore, overflowing little flower on display like the afterglow was the most important thing in existence. It was, as far as she was concerned anyway. Gevorg pounced at her and caused her to squeal and laugh again, with his beak tickling her belly, pecking at the velvety fur.

He rested his head on her belly and grinned at her while she reached for his feathers, stroking them with her paws. Gilda saw something in the deep gray eyes of the griffon, but it was gone in the next second as Grunhilda came a talon’s width short of body slamming Gevorg from Gilda. He rolled on his back and then on his belly again with a playful ‘ow!”

Gilda expected Grunhilda to hop onto her and prepared to swipe her talons at the over excited griffoness. But it didn’t happen. Instead, Grunhilda lowered herself to the bed, her wiggly rump in the air. Splayed out fingers and big, wide eyes. Before Gilda could tell her to wait, Big Girl pounced at Gevorg with Gilda in the way.

Playful hissing followed and Gilda didn’t quite see what happened because Grunhilda landed with her butt on her face. When Gilda reoriented herself and planted her feet to raise her head and look around, she found Grunhilda rearing on her hindlegs, screeching, and doing the teasing ‘please fuck me silly’ scratches at Gevorg’s shoulder.

He dived under her and flipped her onto her back. Just the surprised look on Grunhilda’s face, flying, spinning in the air, almost made Gilda cackle. With the bed shaking at her weight, Gevorg pounced on her and pinned her to the bed.

Three things went through Gilda’s head in quick succession. First, Grunhilda might not exactly know what she was doing, but Gilda smiled at her initiative. She had half-expected Big Girl to ask for her permission. Second, Gevorg, being the adult and experienced male he was, knew very well what the ‘playful pounce’ meant in that context. Being not a male, Gilda didn’t know specifically how that worked, but renewed vigor was a thing that crossed her thoughts when she saw Gevorg leaning above Grunhilda, holding her chest down with his paws and biting her neck. Especially with her screeching, playful swipes at him.

Third, the pudgy young queen got her wish from a while back. Godwin and his queens had gotten so engrossed with themselves they didn’t even care about the commotion. Godwin laid on his flank, hunched over the dark-sandy queen’s belly, with his paws holding her lady bits spread apart and licking at her pink insides from above. She squirmed, laying on her back, panting breathlessly, biting her own finger and staring at the ceiling. The white-rosy Glóra laid on her belly, next to Godwin, and he kept one of his hindlegs raised because the pretty griffoness had his dick inside her beak. She kept stroking his thigh with one paw while the other caressed his fuzzy testicles.

She shifted her head softly, resting his shaft against her tongue, rolled out of her beak. Licking and dragging it all over his member, too. Gilda did not know if Glóra was doing it right. Maybe she should bring Gertha, but Godwin seemed happy with it and Glóra’s humming sounded happy too.

The black and white Griska laid behind Godwin, heavily caressing his chest and pecking at his feathers, keeping her eyes on Glóra and Godwin’s groin. Gilda would make Gevorg annoyed by joking about it, but Godwin would probably like to reassert his malehood after what happened. The fact they could have their fun warmed Gilda’s chest.

Meanwhile, Gevorg was teasing Grunhilda, laying on top of her and pecking at her neck while Big Girl’s paws shakingly kept stroking his shoulders. Gilda laid down next to her with a dirty grin and Grunhilda opened her eyes to look at Gilda with a little frown and a blush, saying nothing more than a clueless ‘uh…’

Gilda chuckled and held her cheeks softly, first clicking her beak against Grunhilda’s, then fitting it together with hers. Long and muscly griffon tongues caressing each other, Grunhilda’s whiny murmur made Gilda raise her eyes, looking at Gevorg. He pecked at Grunhilda’s chest feathers, making his way down. Kissing Grunhilda, Gilda smiled, and her own paw reached at Grunhilda’s chest, letting the fluffy feathers caress her fingers in return, watching Gevorg lick her friend’s nipples in the middle of her silky white fur.

Gilda’s tail swished from one side of the other, letting go of their kiss and grinning at Grunhilda’s pointed shudder when their male friend stroked her lady bit with the curve of his beak. Hardly anything new for Grunhilda, but Gilda imagined the fact it was a dude made all the difference to Big Girl. Gilda’s paw glided to Grunhilda’s neck with a loving touch over her soft plumage. She watched the white griffoness squirm and let a loud moan out when Gevorg put his tongue to work.

“Having fun there, Big Girl?” Gilda pulled her mischievous grin a little more and Gevorg’s eyes looked up at her from Grunhilda’s crotch. She barely gave the white griffoness any time to respond, pressing another kiss into her. Grunhilda’s restless mutter vibrated in their beaks and Gilda kept her locked in their kiss, taking Grunhilda’s hot, forced breaths at her face.

When she let go, Gilda raised her head to look at Gevorg. He held Grunhilda’s legs open and his beak against her carpet. She knew he was into it because Grunhilda’s sensual whining got loud, and his closed eyes told Gilda as much as the wet flicking noise.

“Dude, don’t tire yourself out, ‘cause I’m next in line.” Gilda stroked Grunhilda’s belly between her perky little nipples and their tom raised his eyes to her with a grin pulling the corners of his beak.

Godwin’s grunting distracted Gilda from her two lovers. She even smiled a little that he was getting to enjoy the night as intended, even if she still didn’t see the appeal of a beakjob.

The pearly white griffoness bounced her head over Godwin’s private parts, blushing, and with an utterly worked up breathing. Her sharp, curved tip barely brushed at his length, mostly fitting snugly with the fleshy bits while her tongue did most of the work. Gilda could imagine it getting a little scratched, but Godwin didn’t seem to mind.

Beaks are tools for cutting meat and Gilda admired any male with the mental fortitude to have an orgasm with someone playing with such a thing near their dicks. But then again… Her eyes found Gevorg’s open beak against Grunhilda’s sensitive and fragile flesh. Apparently, that worked. Especially since one was supposed to use their tongue, and beaks were, in reality, very sensitive.

Maybe it wasn’t as bad as she thought it was?

Despite Gilda’s drama, Glóra fervently held Godwin’s shaft and stroked it with her mouth until Godwin gave a dry grunt and his stomach tensed. With him laid on his back, the white and black Griska kept giggling and pecking at his stomach, stroking his crotch with her right paw, reaching to his testicles, watching while Glóra did all the work. And Gloriann sat on her hip, watching with a fierce blush, using one leg for support and her other paw between her thighs, rubbing herself.

He groaned with a silly smile and Glóra gagged, holding her beak to his fur with a satisfied huff. His repeated moans were louder, though. “Ooh… Wow…”

Griska kept staring with giggly curiosity and amazement until Glóra finally let go of Godwin and concluded with a demure brush of her paw on the side of her beak. Gilda grinned at her, rubbing her jaw. Yeah, that girl knew what she was doing, and Gilda chuckled at her. “Good job, Glóra. Godwin looks like he enjoyed that.”

“I ah… Practiced…” She blushed furiously and smiled. “My Ma taught me. Using a sausage.”

“Well, now you gotta teach us!” Griska giggled.

While Glóra didn’t agree nor disagree because of her high levels of embarrassment, Godwin seemed to have recovered his senses. Griska, sitting next to him, pushed his chest with a pleading whine. “Can I be next, Godwin? Please?”

Before he could respond, Gilda had a brilliant idea. She was supposed to teach them, after all.

“Hey, I gotta teach you something, Godwin!” With Grunhilda in good paws, muttering incoherent sounds and squirming at Gevorg’s oral sex skills, Gilda pounced close to the younger side of the bed. “Come on! Show him this cute rump.”

The black and white, green-eyed girl beamed and obeyed, turning around, and lowering her chest to the bed with her rump in the air, raising her tail with a flick of horny griffon lady juices. Gilda could swear she saw her butt reflecting on Godwin’s yellow eyes. She walked past him and flicked the tuft of her tail at his face to get his attention.

“Come on, Chosen One.” Gilda chuckled, sitting near the black rump wiggling at Godwin.

As he obeyed and sat, Gilda held Griska’s behind and gingerly pulled her delicate black lips apart to show him the pink insides. His eyes locked on it and almost made Gilda laugh. She pointed at the little nub with a talon. “Don’t just go straight at it. You gotta get a feeling for what your partner likes. But you can start with some good passionate licks and flicking your tongue at her bean. And don’t stop until you’re going to drown in her, or she can’t talk anymore.”

“Yes, Miss Gilda.” Godwin grinned at her and took another good long stare at Griska’s beautiful girl parts next to hold his partner’s cute rump and give her a small shudder. “Excuse me, Griska.”

“Ah… Being nice is great, Godwin.” The other two sat next to Gilda to watch. The ex-southerner Gloriann watched with a hungry, lustful glare while Glóra spoke with a wincing smile. “But now is not the time… Griska needs you to be horny, not noble.”

“I would argue that being noble,” Gevorg raised his head from Grunhilda’s muff, “includes doing naughty things to a lady that so desires.”

“I’m the loremaster here. Shut up and eat the other horny griffoness.” Gilda chuckled at him. “He’s right, though.”

While Godwin either gathered the courage to dig in at his kittyfriend or quietly admired her, it occurred to Gilda that never in her life she had dreamed of being in such a situation. Well, maybe that wasn’t true, but the chances of her ever being invited to the Bordello of Candy or paying her way into it used to be zero. Now Gilda supposed she had the money and the prestige, but she didn’t care because the harpy had surrounded her with cute kitties and handsome toms.

Gilda’s beak donned a conceited smile, watching ‘her boy’ hold Griska’s beautiful rump and pull her lips apart like she had shown. Godwin’s careful touches made Gilda smile too, despite the whole ‘don’t be too nice’ talk. Until he started, because he gave her a tentative lick along her open slit, smearing his beak in her lady's juices.

She rewarded him by wiggling her butt again and giving a girly giggle. “This is amazing!”

First, Godwin licked his beak. He blinked, like a lever flipped inside his head. Then Godwin pressed his beak into her, slithering his tongue all over her vulva like it was covered in syrup before he went exploring inside and coaxing happy gasps from Griska. The sandy Gloriann distracted Gilda, though. She made a distressed little whine and stomped her feet on the bed a few anxious times.

“Are we supposed to just sit here and watch?”

Glóra giggled, hiding her beak behind her paw. “Well, Godwin is only one. I don’t mind waiting for a bit, especially since we’re in a net gain after the two walked off. Not to mention Godwin seems to have quite the appetite.”

Gloriann chuckled at Glóra’s words. “Yeah. Their loss!”

“Yeah. We still ended with a female-heavy little group here?” Gilda chuckled at Glóra’s words. “You better be ready to share, Glóra. Godwin is bound to draw attention further on.”

Glóra showed one of the best psychotic grins Gilda had ever seen, shaking her head and sweeping her crest of pearly feathers from one side to the other. “I’m gonna rip apart any cheeky stray that comes close to my Godwin.”

Griska’s anxious cries distracted them. She begged Godwin not to stop, holding the sheets like her life depended on it. Whether or not he listened, the mentioned tom gripped her hind and flicked his tongue at her pink parts, with his beak half-buried in her vagina.

Truth be told, Gilda believed Glóra. She seemed one of the true, bred and raised, northerners, and when one’s mother prepares her daughter for a sex party by teaching her how to suck dick like a griffon… Yeah. Better to take her seriously.

“Don’t worry, Lady Gilda.” Glóra grinned again. “We’ll figure this out.”

Assuming that they were friendly enough that Glóra wouldn’t poison the other two until the end of the meeting, or something. Things seemed under control there, Gilda supposed, while Grunhilda had had enough of their partner to herself. Ignoring Griska’s helpless cries, Gilda hopped back to Gevorg and Grunhilda with a devilish grin upon seeing the panting griffoness relaxing with her eyes closed and Gevorg licking her nipples, hugging her waist like a caring lover.

Gilda’s wings opened thoroughly with all the naughty thoughts that started showing up in her head. Grunhilda was finally experienced enough that she could be less ‘nice’ to her. Big Girl’s tired, panting breathing that made her look especially sexy and made Gilda’s grin widen. Gilda lowered herself to the bed, fondly holding Grunhilda’s head in her paws, letting her talons caress her plumage and staring at her from above.

“I know you’re kind of inexperienced, but Gevorg is kind of important.” Oh, her precious, precious, worried blue eyes. “I can’t let him play with my thrall and just not feel satisfied, can I? I’m gonna let him use you till he’s done now.”

The confused and scared eyes of an inexperienced griffoness, feeling hurt and betrayed, never manifested. Instead, Grunhilda’s eyes shone like two huge sapphires. Her beak opened with a grin hidden behind a façade of fear as convincing as Rainbow Dash’s humbleness. “Please don’t! I’m scared!”

“It was supposed to be a joke, you horny, degenerate, dweeb.” Gilda fixed her very annoyed stare on Grunhilda’s way too thrilled peepers.

“Oh. I knew that!” Grunhilda’s poorly disguised horny grin turned into a desperate wince, and her eyes kept going to one side and the other. “I was faking. My enthusiasm. I mean, faking fear… You know. Uh… As enthusiasm to serve my beloved master!”

“You know,” Gevorg, sitting by Grunhilda’s hindlegs, shot Gilda a frowny, annoyed glare, “this is actually against the Harpy’s laws and kind of offensive to us northerners.”

“Shut up and use my thrall till you’re done, you big northerner nerd.” Gilda held Grunhilda’s white paws and pulled them up, giving Gevorg a naughty smirk while she held the white griffoness pinned to the bed. “I’m horny and we’re gonna have a steamy threesome.”

“Well… Grunhilda is a very cute and attractive missy.” He smiled. “And her master is a powerful swordmaiden.”

Wait. Was he teasing her or… Never mind. When he leaned forward, she did the same, and their beaks brushed at each other. Waiting not a second, she held his shoulders and fit her beak on his, pushing her tongue against his. Details about who was supposed to be leading be damned. She just kissed him while he positioned himself between Grunhilda’s hindlegs and pushed into her while Gilda’s fingers pulled open her lips for him. Her lover’s little moan lit Gilda’s fire even hotter. She smiled while kissing Gevorg, and straddling Grunhilda, who, without a moment’s hesitation, held her hips and shot her tongue inside her.

“Hum… Nice…” The tan griffoness smiled a little wider, pushing herself against Grunhilda’s eagerness, taking a second to look at Gevorg going deep into her.

Grunhilda’s beak vibrated inside her with a long moan as Gevorg held her waist and pulled back to push his cock into her again. One hearty, eager thrust after the other. His grabby paws reached for Gilda and caressed her shoulders and her flanks with a heavy, lusty touch. She held onto his shoulders, kissing him again with a breathless cry. Grunhilda had learned well how to lick a griffoness, and her meaty tongue assaulted Gilda’s clitoris relentlessly to send her right over the edge.

She cried and her muscles tensed regardless of her will. Her back straightened, but she still held Gevorg’s shoulders to keep her balance. His grave mutters while he pecked at the feathers on Gilda’s neck felt almost overwhelming with the orgasmic contractions sending ripples through her. She almost doubled over in front of Gevorg and over Grunhilda, supporting her head on his chest, with a shaky groan escaping her smiling beak. Her eyes found Gevorg’s meat entering Grunhilda, back and forth, slick with leonine lube. Powerful thrusts rattled Grunhilda’s body beneath Gilda, like Gevorg didn’t hold back at all, and made the griffoness almost cry against her.

It occurred to Gilda that she has had sex with males and females before, but it was the first time she did it with both a male and a female. It was amazing. Raising her head again, she swayed her hips, teasing Grunhilda while her paws explored and caressed Gevorg’s sides. Still panting vigorously, Gilda rested her head against his neck, pecking at the plumage behind his shoulder. A surge of warmth took her over, and she smiled, laboriously scratching her talons between the soft feathers on his back. He opened his wings and gave a long gasp, pushing harder into Grunhilda.

“You’re a lucky cat. Didja you know that?” She put all the lusty velvet she could muster into her voice.

The throaty, strained grunt she got for a response was more than enough. She held him tighter, but when she opened her eyes, the white room with the pillars and the storm beyond had turned into a dim, grand hall with black walls. Her golden eyes shifted, scanning the room. A red fog covered the floor, shifting like the fog over the surface of a lake with its ebbs and rivulets. Their bed was an island above it, as were the various pieces of furniture. Instead of whites, blacks and silvery-golden, they were all black and white, like their bed, covered in glossy lead-colored sheets.

Her beak opened barely in shock, but twisted into a small smile while she held Gevorg ever tighter, reaching behind his shoulders. She felt no fear. Even if she had no idea of what had just happened or what it meant. Her head felt so light and dizzy. Thinking was hard, and it looked like a kinky room in a sex dungeon under the Harpy’s palace. It was the best explanation her horny mind conjured. Letting the electrifying sensations of Grunhilda’s tongue flicking at her knob flow through her was easy. The waves of mind-numbing pleasure that shook her were too enjoyable.

A black wall of ancient stone, smooth and lustrous, rose behind giant statues of the Allmother. They lined the walls where the pillars used to be. Powerful, stern griffonesses laid on their stomachs, wings to the ceiling, holding pyres of roaring fire before them. The ceiling was a living storm, black revolving clouds filled with thunder echoing now and then. They filled the room with a flash above the dim light of the flames. Griffons in the room had gotten into groups, every single one of them busy doing the deed. No more weird griffons roamed about doing whatever, either. They had joined in the carnal festival that filled the room. Too many griffons involved in it. At most, they walked around, looking for a partner to do naughty things with.

Gevorg held Gilda’s nape and pulled her back, pressing his beak into hers, huffing madly at her feathers. She held him too and pulled him to her with the same unrestrained vigor. Amid moans and heavy breathing, he lost his balance and brought Gilda down with him, collapsing to the side like a sack of potatoes. She laughed, letting his weight pull her from Grunhilda, and ended on top of him. His raising and relaxing chest filled her eyes with his otherworldly beautiful black and gray.

Gilda dragged herself on top of him with a fierce grin, grinding her velvety belly and wet groin against his. Velvety fur caressing her, she held his shoulder and his fluffy feathers on his chest, pulling them with a teasing grin. She kissed him, broke it for a second, and then kissed him again. “Give me back my toy if you know what is good for you.”

“Geez, kitty. Can I have a moment?” His laughter came out in between in ragged breaths, but his paws went all over her, from shoulders, under her spread wings, to her rump.

Still smiling, Gilda kissed him again for long seconds before movement had caught her eyes. She was not even surprised to see another couple next to them. One of the night’s new adults. He was a young tom, a southerner of blue and white pelt and plumage, leaned between the hindlegs of a pristine white Nartani lady. Her pale-yellow paws held him, and she kept her hindlegs up, curling her toes, both their bodies rocking with his thrusts. Gilda couldn’t see the color of her eyes because she had them closed fast, whimpering every time he pushed into her.

“Kiss her, dude.” Gilda chortled but paid little attention to the two, or the other pairs, trios and even quartets of griffons nearby. She stopped counting writhing griffons, looking for Godwin and his kittyfriends. She eagerly wanted to see Godwin getting at it with one of them after all the drama. But she didn’t find them, just Lady Geena. The sight made Gilda’s head tilt a little to the side.

Frozenlake’s lady finally got to see some action, too. She laid on her side, while a large griffoness Gilda didn’t know leaned over her, pinning her down to the bed and telling her something. A thin griffoness, with a curious crown of black feathers, nowhere as glorious as the Allmother’s but thick with long, slender black feathers. All rustling with her excitement. She caressed Geena’s jaw with the handle of a flail and her eyes, surrounded by an orange shadow, shone with arousal and delight. A trio of the disturbing mini harpies stood behind the griffoness, impatiently waiting for their turn.

What had happened? Mother Harpy was possibly angry at her, judging by the fact she had a gag, and a silk ribbon tied her forelegs together. Likely because of Georgia. One of the creepy griffons that looked like the Harpy, a big one, hugged her leg and humped her ferociously with a big smile and his tongue lolling off his beak. So vigorously her magnificent Nartani body shook every time his groin collided with hers.

There was a bit of a strange air about Lady Geena and those griffons. Because of the strange griffoness Gilda had never seen before. Maybe that was Madam Galathil they had mentioned earlier. But that didn’t seem all that bad. Gilda chuckled. The Harpy wouldn’t hurt… Like, really hurt Lady Geena. One of her own loremasters.

Gilda closed her eyes for a second, and soon heard the distinct, firm voice of the Harpy, laughing, and Gilda finally found Godwin. The scenery had changed, alright. Their bed was no longer in an unused space by the deep end of the hall. An altar rose a couple of feet above it and the stairs leading into it cradled their bed. Torches provided a ghostly light, and the Harpy was talking to Godwin and his kitties, sitting on red sheets. Or was it the red mist? It could be a trick of the light, but it seemed to cascade down the steps. She gave an appraising look to the sandy, pudgy little queen that was Gloriann. Gilda couldn’t hear what she said, but the Harpy smiled as she talked, holding the girl’s jaw in her paw.

Gilda turned to Grunhilda again, finding her lusty, wanting blue eyes trained at her. She would not deny Big Girl her attention, much less in that party. Priorities! The white griffoness was sitting on the bed, waiting in the middle of all those smells and sounds of griffons having sex. Leaning over her, making her lay on her back. Finding nothing but a welcoming smile, Gilda laid on her side, creeping her paw from Grunhilda’s chest to her belly.

She licked her own beak, smiling widely and feeling the velvety fur tingle her paws, the little nipples of an aroused griffoness. “So, did you like your first guy?”

“I want more…” Grunhilda whined, looking up at Gilda with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry, Gevorg will be back soon.” Gilda teased her with a sensual, foxy stare while her paw traveled further down Grunhilda’s belly to find the gooey wetness on Grunhilda’s fur. Her fingers easily slipped between Big Girl’s lips and Gilda worked herself up so much she moaned along with Big Girl. It was the only thing she could do in that place, and it felt awkward not to be having sex with anyone. Grunhilda’s tight warmness enveloped Gilda’s fingers and her smile grew, watching the little squirm she caused on her friend. Wet walls tensed around her fingers, especially as she pushed them further inside and pressed them at Grunhilda’s walls.

Grunhilda’s little gasps became louder the more insistently Gilda massaged her wall toward her stomach. “Like this?”

Griffons had weapons at the tips of their fingers, and it was a bit of a technique lesbian griffonesses, and smart toms had to learn not to hurt their partner and it always scared the receiver the first time. Not to mention that not all griffons had the Harpy’s talons and most of the time there’d be some small bleeding and a somewhat annoyed griffon lady. It had become a familiar territory for the couple of griffonesses during the chilly nights inside their tent, and it became usual to make her friend pop like that. At least it had been until Gevorg joined them that night. He had a different tool they could use.

“We’re gonna have to take turns with our captain during the trip to Brokenhorn.” Gilda held Big Girl pinned to the bed, massaging her inside, knowing precisely what she was doing and extracting whiny groans from her.

The white griffoness giggled, raising her hip a little and settling down again. Her breath broke down into whimpering whines, begging Gilda for more. Gilda obliged, teasing her with a chortle.

Grunhilda’s sensual complaints intensified with Gilda leaning down and pecking the soft fur. The giggling turned to a squealing cry while Big Girl’s body squeezed Gilda’s fingers. Her grin grew wider, at the delight she gave to the big, awkward griffoness.

Taking her eyes from Grunhilda for a moment, Gilda found Gevorg, right next to them, drinking one of the silly drinks. The bottle remained the same clear glass as before and he tossed away the cork made from coconut husk. The drink shone with its own light, not reflecting from the pyres. It was blood-red, with a crimson shine, and a tendril of red mist spilled from its orifice once it was open. Never disappearing as smoke would, pooling on the bed. And when Gevorg upended the bottle, throwing his head back, the mist escaped through the corners of his beak and his nostrils while he emptied it with a few gulps.

Gilda watched for a heartbeat before Gevorg tossed the bottle away and offered a second one to her, holding it by the neck. “You must try this. The loremaster was not lying!”

She took the bottle, all but sparing it a glance. The beautiful, foggy engraving of a rampant griffon shone with the red light the drink emitted from inside. After she tossed the cork away, the bittersweet smell riding the vapors that arose from the drink lit Gilda’s senses without the garish pain the ‘red fog’ would bring before. What changed? Who cares?

She wasn’t sure why she did it, but she giggled and shoved the bottle’s neck inside her beak, tittering and letting her tongue caress it like it had a will of its own. Sitting straight just so Gevorg and Grunhilda could see her antics. She spilled some, but the liquid itself tasted like drinkable fire. Not in the sense that it burned, but it certainly set her on fire. Filling her with energy and flaring an obscene carnal need for Gevorg. Or Grunhilda. For both.

“Ah… Fuck…” she gasped when her squatting legs felt weak. She grinned and shook her head to clear it of the overwhelming sensation. Then she held the bottle for Grunhilda, who drank it too, but Gilda also poured the red liquid on Big Girl’s teats. Tossing the bottle away, she leaned over the other and licked the liquid in between her little mounds, listening to the desperate little moans she gave. Expecting the captain to be there soon, Gilda kept her thighs stretched and whipped her tail out of the way. Even the air touching her made her burn inside.

Gevorg didn’t disappoint her, holding her hip and slipping his rock-solid cock inside her in one energetic thrust, ending with his stomach loudly slapping at her hind. It fanned her fire like he had slipped a piece of pure pleasure into her. Her stomach tensed and her legs almost gave at the filling sensation, stretching her insides and traveling through her body in waves of pure bliss.

“Oh, yeah… Harder. C’mon, give it to me!” Her voice almost broke into a squeal with the repeated surges of pleasure he filled her with.

He supported his weight on her shoulders and his grunts mixed with the sounds of rough sex. After cleaning Grunhilda’s white fur of the red liquid, Gilda’s tongue promptly found her slit still oozing the sex goo Gevorg had left in her. She tried it on impulse, just wanting to lick her big griffon lady friend and hear her screaming.

A quick thought condemned the fact that she, for-feathers’-sake, in fact liked the added salty taste. It was the only Harpy-approved cream pie, Gilda supposed, and the thought passed away amid carnal thoughts when she found Grunhilda’s clitoris to play with her tongue. Big Girl almost jumped off the bed and stretched her elegant, muscular body as Gilda insisted on flicking her tongue at it.

Speaking of her, the Harpy’s laughter drew her eyes above from Grunhilda’s cute white mounds. Gilda found Godwin with the Harpy and his white-rosy queen on the altar above. He sat on the red fog-covered sheets of their bed-altar. Resting his back against Mother Harpy’s body as she stroked his cottony chest with a paw, while the other held his jaw to look at Glóra. She straddled his lap, going up and down on him and disturbing the red mist surrounding them. She kept her wings open too, with her eyes on Godwin’s too. Gilda could hear her screams and see her delighted grin from afar, as well as Godwin’s surrendering grunts.

The Allmother let Godwin rest on his back, and gingerly rose herself to place her genitals above the tom’s face. She gave her hips a little wiggle and her tail swayed from side to side just as he held her waist and strained his neck to reach her. She laughed and opened her wings and raised her forelegs triumphantly. The flames took on a red burn, and the light covered her with an eerie pink and deep crimson shade that made her thrilled smile seem sinister. All while the little harpies around the altar cheered as the red fog rose, thick, like a vapor enveloping everything.

Maybe Gilda was the only one who saw it all. Maybe the others just didn’t care. Abruptly, she gasped at the lightning bolt of ecstasy her male partner filled her with. Her wings stiffened up, and he held one of them, pulling it. Only just enough to cause a little pain, making Gilda rear her head and scream at the combined intensity of sensations overcoming everything else and filling her with bliss.

She cried, holding Grunhilda’s waist. She screamed again, resting her head on Grunhilda’s belly, at the waves of overpowering pleasure each contraction in her groin filled her with. Her legs almost gave in, with Gevorg still pounding her from behind. He stopped for only a second when he swelled inside her for an instant. His body weighed down on her and his penis throbbed, filling her with warmness again. His male grunt gave Gilda a shudder when he held her scruff and started again.

It was almost too much, praise the Harpy for that. She snickered and squealed with delight when he finally pulled out of her with the familiar sharp of his penile spines. She meant to look at him over her shoulders. Maybe give him a ‘good job’ stare, but she noticed Grunhilda wasn’t under her anymore. She had laid on her belly and an otherworldly beautiful griffon had mounted her. The red light made identifying his colors impossible, but he had clear markings on his head. The dude was an older griffon, much older than Grunhilda, and about as large as she was. She perked her white rump under him and turned her head to look at him with a quick lick on her beak.

“Please… Harder, mister!” She pleaded with a desperate frown while he held her with a paw around to her chest and another holding her scruff and making wet slapping noises, obeying her request.

Just sitting there, watching, Gilda’s emotions shifted from surprised, to shocked, to jealous, ultimately to horny and elated. The only word that fit the scene in her head was ‘beautiful’. Silly too, but chiefly beautiful. He even wore a charming veil of silver rings covering the back of his head, held by his silver diadem.

What amused Gilda, though, was that another griffon lady, about as old as she was, grabbed Gevorg from behind and pulled him away. Not only once, but twice because he was too heavy for her. Now that was just plain rude! That was Gilda’s penis! Her indignation must have shown in her face, because the griffoness giggled as she dragged Gevorg a third time, with his silly helpless stare.

“Repeating the same dish the entire dinner isn’t fun, lovely.” She wore a beautiful golden tiara, plain, but exquisite. Her voice slurred, almost as though she was drunk, but not quite. Gilda knew the difference. But she didn’t truly care, anyway.

Her point was fair, to be honest. Gilda responded, snickering and without thinking, because thinking was just too damn hard. She waved her paw at him. Not only were her thoughts funny but also her voice sounded funny too. “Bye, Gevorg. Have fun.”

Wait. Her eyebrow raised. Gilda was alone, and that was not good at all. She found Gertha nearby. Still wearing that beautiful piece of jewelry, she laid with her back on top of a griffon dude, still, letting him do most of the job of pumping his dick inside her back entry. A hunter from Frozenlake, judging by his pristine white doused with the red light. Another guy leaned into her, one of the caravan’s scouts, doing the same to her pussy, holding her flanks and breathing coarsely, kissing her chest. Her eyes turned upward, and Gilda didn’t know if she had passed out or just plunged into bliss. She kept bobbing her head, blowing a third guy, a younger northerner that seemed to be dark gray, sitting by them, petting her neck. She was probably fine. Gertha really seemed to like that stuff.

The problem remained. Gilda was alone, and Gertha was hogging three whole entire guys just to herself!

Before she could complain, a griffoness walked in closer to her in the sea of horny griffons. A beautiful griffoness, older than Gilda, and bulkier. The red lighting made it difficult to identify her colors but did little to hide the muscles of a griffoness used to fighting. Her eyes had markings of aging on their corners, but it hardly made her less beautiful. Seeing Gilda, her tail whipped from one side to the other while she beamed like she’d won the lottery.

“Thunder and lightning! I found her!” Her voice was like a lyre, and her eyes shone like a pair of stars upon recognizing Gilda. “Gaunther! Over here! I found her! The Swordmaiden who danced for Mother Harpy and her cute lovebird.”

Gilda raised a finger. “Ah. Nah. No. She’s Lady Gwendolen. It’s supposed to be a secret, you know?”

“It sure is, little raptor!” The queen chortled while the male joined her.

Another one of the ridiculously beautiful griffons. His colors, too, seemed lost to the hall’s red shine, but that did little against his physique or his glorious crest of forward-swept feathers. Gilda could see a few streaks of silver in his plumage, but even under the eerie lighting, he was utterly handsome. Their signs of aging just made them look more mature. Both wore matching iron tiaras adorned with the shape of a mountain. Or crowns. Gilda wasn’t sure about the nomenclature. What mattered was that the female petted her chest and smiled at her.

The male griffon, sitting by the female, showed Gilda a piece of jewelry. Although, she wasn’t sure that was the proper name for that either. It looked like one of those expensive things the pony princesses wore. It was an even more beautiful version of the collar Gertha had gained. A ridiculously shiny and intricate collar, like a netting of shiny metal and gems that would cover her chest. Shaped like a triangle, the tip held a gem about the same size as Gilda’s eye.

She gasped, but then she giggled with a wave of her paw. “Dude, you don’t need to give me a gift to get laid with me right now.”

He chuckled at her. “True that, milady. It may be awkward to gift someone in such a situation for you, the younger Children of the Harpy. You probably don’t understand, but you returned someone to us. And I insist you allow us to gift this to you.”

“Now, that is just dreadful, Gaunther.” His mate rolled her eyes and flared her wings before she smiled at Gilda. “Don’t concern yourself with that right now, little raptor. All you need to know is that it is a gift! From some silly old griffons to a beautiful young queen. You can even wear it now! It always makes me feel terrific wearing these pretty things. We girls like these things and that doesn’t change with the millennia.”

Before Gilda could even say anything, the older griffoness whizzed behind her and slipped the jewel into place, closing it behind Gilda’s neck. Gilda had to admit its weight sat nicely on her neck, especially with the smile she got from the old griffoness once she walked in front of her again.

“Now, would you mind joining us? It would honor us greatly!” The female bounced, as excited as a griffon could get, holding her paws together. “There is this thing that we enjoy doing…”

“What exactly?” Gilda raised an eyebrow and stopped petting her new bling.

“Well, you have a griffon lady friend. I would bet you are good at the old tongue lovemaking. We have some positively lovely young ladies here.” The older griffoness squealed and giggled. “But you are… The Swordmaiden of the Shaddani! I don’t think you understand how important you are to us! And we would love to play with a feisty young lady for once!”

“Ah. Sure!” Gilda chuckled and swayed a little. “Do you want me to eat you up? ‘Cause I’m down for eating a smoking hot griffoness anytime. I hope your dude isn’t just going to watch, though.”

“Milady, my stoicism is not indicative of my fervor in servicing an alluring and endearing young queen such as yourself.” He put a paw on his chest. Speaking like… Gilda didn’t know what he was speaking like, but he said he’d participate, so that was fine by her.

“Great! You Frozenlake nobles speak funny, but if you fuck right, I don’t care. And thanks for this! I love it!” Gilda chuckled at his funny words. What a trip.

“Of course, dear.” The griffoness grinned and then pushed Gilda’s chest, delicately, but Gilda held her paw and flapped her wings, hitting a few griffons around her.

“Nah, nah, no. You said feisty! I get to stay on top!” Gilda beamed at her, too.

“Oh! Of course! Splendid!” The alluring older queen even did a little happy tap-dance before she plopped onto her back and gave Gilda a wide view of her private area and her nipples poking out of her smooth fur. “Like this?”

“Yeah! Great!” Gilda was in the mood for more fun, and as far as weird kink stuff went, an older couple getting a younger griffoness involved was pretty tame. Maybe even wholesome? She let herself giggle at the thought of helping that beautiful couple with their fun. They didn’t even need to give her that necklace. Not that she would complain, though.

She joyfully walked next to the older queen, turned around, getting above her, and straddled her chest while pulling up her tail and pushed back her hip a little. Then she looked back at the griffoness holding her rump with fierce-looking talons, pulling her cheeks apart.

“Is this good? Like the view?” She chortled again, but gasped at a sudden shudder when the beautiful queen unceremoniously shoved her tongue inside her vagina like a meaty piece of griffon horniness. That made her titter and whip her tail at the avid griffoness.

“It’s perfect, dear.” The griffoness giggled her hot breath at Gilda’s already sensitive privates after a small sample. “Just get to work too, little raptor.”

Gilda gave a chortle at her comment, already stroking the soft fur behind the griffoness’ thighs and her male walked around them. Talons pulled her lips apart and the griffoness’ breathing on her was almost enough to make her beg for more.

“For feathers’ sake, Glenice. Have some manners.” He joined Gilda’s laughing, sitting behind her, and petting her rump while she looked back at him.

“Come on, old dude.” Gilda wiggled her butt at him. “Give it to me, already.”

“Of course. Excuse me, milady.” His tone was polite, but still cheerful, as he planted his weight on Gilda’s back.

His chest, pressing down on her back, did something to Gilda that if she wasn’t already as wet as she could be, she would drown his mate by now. She supposed it was one of those subconscious things the Harpy would love to talk about. Probably Gilda’s part that liked males.

A grin of anticipation pulled her beak as his paw guided his tip into her slit, dragging on her sensitive lips. And then he held her shoulders to push into her. A wave of pleasure made her gasp and chirp happily. His satisfied grunt told her the feeling was mutual and the immediate, gentle back and forth made her gasp again.

“Oh, yeah… Oh… Yeah. Nice!” She moaned at the growing warmness he kindled inside her nethers. Even if she missed Gevorg’s enthusiasm. The next best thing would be if she had some hot griffon lady to bury her face in. So, she did just that with the hot northerner madam under her.

Her talons pulled at the griffoness’ lips, and her tongue energetically stroked the glistening opening. Gilda pushed her way inside without delay too, delighted at the salty, warm tightness and letting little gasps escape at the filling sensation that kept moving back and forth inside her. Then the female’s tongue started snaking around Gilda’s vulva along with her mate’s dick and intruding in between them like the griffoness wanted to compete over who got to make her go crazy.

“Harpy above… This is awesome!” She gasped, losing a little of the firmness on her hindlegs, before gladly flicking her tongue at the griffoness’ bean, stretching her neck to reach just a little better. Her breath came out in moans and gasps and she kept her eyes closed, losing herself in the amazing sensations those two were giving her. Maybe a touch claustrophobic when the griffoness held her hungrily with her tights. Gilda bucked her hips against her partner’s mate, making muffled whines and groans. Her head was filled with nothing more than gooey, warm, and sexy feelings.

Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore and raised her head with a long, helpless groan. Her body shuddered, and she pushed herself against the male’s groin and did nothing more than enjoy the quivering waves of sexual fulfillment. She simply reacted with another long, surrendering moan when her genitals squeezed the male.

“Oh, she loves you, dear!” The griffoness giggled breathlessly at Gilda’s groin.

He grunted and repositioned himself on top of Gilda’s back and bit her scruff, talons pricking the skin on her shoulders before he resumed thrusting into her. She cried and her wings flared open so stiff they hurt while his pushes made her rock back and forth on top of his mate.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, little raptor?” The griffoness chastised Gilda and squeezed her butt with her sharp talons.

Gilda yelped and rapidly went back to work without even thinking about dominance. She rubbed her beak on the griffoness’ soaked lips and flicked her tongue at her clitoris. Repeating moans and whines, almost crying at every thrust the male pushed inside her. His straining grunts joined with all the moaning and whining from the two females. His groin slapped against Gilda’s hind faster and harder, to the point the whole thing threatened to overwhelm her. Any control was a long-forgotten whimsy.

His partner had stopped licking at Gilda, but she didn’t care. The tan griffoness on top hissed and her back bent as she held a scream at her throat with all the tenseness that his humping piled on her. Gilda let it renew her enthusiasm for the other griffoness and when she couldn’t hold it any longer, she humped her hip too, following the rhythm of her again spasming muscles dictated. The male liked it too because he held her shoulders, pulling her against him with one last thrust and stopped, groaning, breathing coarsely while filling Gilda with warm male griffon goo.

It felt better every time. Gilda squealed when he pulled out with a sting at her lips. This time she simply laid on top of her female partner and dedicated herself to coasting on that afterglow and breathing. Just breathing. She even made a quick mental note of trying that with Grunhilda and Gevorg, just for the sake of the kinkiness.

“Oh… Mother Harpy…” Gilda gasped before she let a grin show on her beak. “Hey, your mate made a mess. You should do something about it.”

What had gotten into her, she asked herself amid her hazy thoughts. Who talked like that? It sure was fun, though. When the horny griffoness beneath her hungrily licked inside her vagina, Gilda pushed her hip against her with a giggly moan. Satisfied with the meaty worm wiggling inside her, she lowered her head again to do the same to the griffoness. Her urgent murmurs told Gilda she was doing it right, but Gilda’s paws trembled, and she lost control of her breathing the more the griffoness mercilessly licked at her. She was not about to stop, though.

Gilda pulled the griffoness’ slit open and licked at her squeezing insides, still letting little whimpers escape. Not bothering with anything other than licking that hot older griffoness, just to hear her gasps too until her own lady bits exploded with yet another wave of mind-numbing bliss. Gilda’s head raised with a scream. She felt the griffoness giggling into her, flicking her tongue at Gilda’s sensitive nub. Shifting her body just so, she gave the griffoness a better angle and let her head hang, with tired little cries at the sensation flooding her body. It. Just. Wouldn’t stop!

Then her partner’s mate shadowed over her. She didn’t know what he wanted to do with his pink griffon meat outside of his sheath. Did he want to bone his mate? Did he want Gilda to blow him? He had a really nice one, too, glistening with Gilda’s own personal smell of horny griffoness. If it was too kinky, she didn’t care. She reached forward and let it inside her beak. Did she know what she was doing? No. But the griffoness’ still insistent licking and that repeating, amazing, orgasm made her do it. The whole thing felt otherworldly, thrilling. She just wanted it all to keep going. The saltiness covering his shaft filled her mouth, and she kept slithering her tongue around it, closing eyes and more orgasmic shockwaves of pleasure filled her, forcing murmurs around the male member inside her mouth.

He put a paw on her head and gently thrusted his dick into her mouth, so she was doing it well enough. The tip poked at the top of her mouth, and she did her best to envelop it with the fleshy parts of her mouth and her tongue, keeping her beak from hurting him. Largely by avoiding it with the sharp, curved tip. It turned out easier than she thought. And much more stimulating, too. The smell of an aroused male made her head spin.

She held on to his hips with her paws, doing her best to just do it right. Letting him slide back and forth on the soft insides of her mouth, murmuring every time he slid deeper into her, doing her best to tighten her messy caress on his penis. She smiled when she heard his pleased moan. From the female still brushing her tongue at her insides to the salty warmness in her mouth, it all overwhelmed her with horny pleasure, and she didn’t allow herself to stop.

Another tongue joined the lascivious older griffoness and someone held her flanks, pushing a very welcome warm piece of griffon meat into her. She had lost count of how orgasms she had already had. The penis inside her mouth scraped her tongue with its little barbs, it engorged inside her mouth and squirted at her throat. She coughed and let go, getting a couple of sticky squirts on her face. It sent her in a carrousel of overwhelming sensations all over again. When in the ever-loving world would she ever imagine she would like that sort of thing? Not the time for thinking. Just more lewd. More. She wanted more.

There was screaming, the good kind, and she was sure several paws shifted her around. At some point she found herself leaned over Gevorg’s lap, with his penis in her mouth while someone’s penis eagerly filled her vagina. She heard Grunhilda’s giggling moans next to her, but her senses refused to process anything that wasn’t some sort of sexual stimulation.

When she came to… Came… She giggled at the word. Her bones felt like gelatin and her vulva was sore. She smelled semen with every breath and her mouth kept the salty taste. She giggled again at how naughty she had been, full of sluggish thoughts inside her head and barely moving at all.

Her eyes were heavy, and her head rested on Gevorg’s lap. His little friend hid inside its sheath, but she smiled and giggled again. Shame it was all a mess of griffons fucking her inside her head. A dreamy and blissful mess, but a mess. Ah, well… She could always blow him again. That was fine, she supposed. Just… Rest now. All the surrounding griffons snoozed, and she wanted to quiet herself and do the same.

Before she managed, though, her surroundings slowly registered in her mind. The beautiful griffoness and her mate were gone. Shame, they seemed fun. Gertha was there too, sleeping while curled into a ball with the hunter from their caravan cuddling her. Lady Geena laid on her back with a young northerner on top of her, but she had some angry whip marks on her thighs. No sign of the freaky griffoness that teased her with the flail, nor of her helpers.

Gilda squinted and blinked sluggishly. They were back in the stony hall. Not even the great white hall to where the Harpy had taken them to, but the old temple. And she was gone too. Gilda found Grunhilda, though. The beautiful male with the wonderful headdress was gone. She laid on her back over a beautiful Nartani guy and another slept leaned against her chest. Godwin’s cute kittyfriends were nearby, sleeping too, but she didn’t see Godwin.

Touching her chest, Gilda could feel the delicate netting of the collar they had gifted her. Under normal lights and with lazy eyes, she could see the golden network of diamond dots and the giant yellow diamond it held. She smiled a little, too tired to think about it for too long.

A large, strong paw petted Gilda’s head, large talons trailing into her plumage. Gilda smiled and relaxed against Gevorg’s lap, smelling of horny griffon.

“What a beautiful gift you received. Did you have fun, Gilda?” Her strong, commanding voice sounded soft and cozy. Gilda nodded and crooned. “Did you get what you wanted?”

She nodded again, murmuring a soft ‘yes’. Mother Harpy spoke to her again, softly caressing her head.

“I said no griffon would leave unsatisfied, did I not?” Gilda could hear the mischievousness in the Allmother’s beak as she purred words at her. “Thus, I am compelled to do as he asks. He said he wanted to have you. And he is as faithful a húskarl, as you are a Swordmaiden, both symbols of my power and the fulfillment of my creation. Beautiful, faithful and perfect.”

“I have decided he can have you for now.” Her silky voice still carried the Mother of Storms’ stringent will, which no griffon could deny. “You both have much to learn, as I assuredly cannot deliver you to the First of My Children lacking in the arts of lovemaking. Now, can I?”

Gilda’s mind was sluggish, but that sounded reasonable. Regardless, her strong touch left Gilda, and a griffon laid himself on her. He pecked ardently at her neck and huffed at her, holding her shoulders.

Gilda wasn’t angry. She giggled. “Sorry, dude. I’m bushed…”

Someone pulled at her red scarf and jerked her awake with a sudden jolt of energy. “You don’t need to do much.”

“Godwin?!” Her eyes could have jumped off their sockets when she looked back at him.

She gasped as he still pulled at her scarf. It tightened around her neck and her eyes jumped from Godwin’s intense stare to the great white and black griffoness looming over them like she wanted to watch. To witness.

Gilda’s confused stare remained on Aya Harpyia’s devilish grin while Godwin licked her jaw and his stiff penis poked at her anus. A surprised gasp escaped her when he pushed his organ to stretch her with a jolt of pain. But she didn’t fight it. Instead, she let her head rest on Gevorg’s stomach and whined at the pain. At the thickness that pushed through the stretched plump muscles under her tail.

“Relax, Gilda…” The Harpy somehow grinned even more wickedly at her. “Give in to the pleasure. It always hurts a little in the beginning. Allow yourself to enjoy that, too.”

Gilda, in the hurricane of confusing thoughts, blushed while Godwin grunted in her ear, pushing his penis further into her until his stomach ground at her rump. She gasped when he pulled back and pushed again. A soft whimper escaped. She frowned, and her tail whipped at the sheets. She wasn’t sure anymore if it was the confusion, the pain, or a strange pleasure she had never experienced before.

“Oh, it feels so different.” Godwin moaned with a silly excitement and the Harpy pecked at the feathers around his ear, whispering something to him alone.

Gilda eventually allowed herself a sultry moan. It felt different. She wasn’t sure when she stopped hurting. Or had she? Her groin warmed with the sensations of Godwin’s penis moving both ways at her stretched hole. She lowered her head and moaned again, louder, when he began moving with a rhythm. Gasping and smiling at just how good it felt.

Gilda’s paws closed into fists, and her voice broke with a gasping cry. The fur on her sore lips wetted and her vagina ached with an unfulfilling lack of warm griffon meat to stretch her. A long gasp turned to yet another moan before she turned on her side and lifted her leg. She raised her head, looking back at Godwin with her beak hanging half-open. The tom caught on to her cue, kissing her. Their beaks fit together, and she pressed against him, reaching with a paw at his nape, holding him, forcing her tongue into his beak. Grunting and noisy breaths filled her ears with the wet noises of his groin slapping her rump.

The Harpy clucked while her eyes drank in the scene they made, filled with glee. Then she guided Godwin’s paw between Gilda’s thighs and he shoved a pair of fingers inside her. Gilda smiled with a long moan, breaking their kiss. It emboldened her partner, massaging her insides with his fingers, eagerly humping her. Gilda cried, letting her head rest on the bed and Godwin grunted and moaned, keeping his stare at her, increasingly restless with his humping and taking obvious pleasure in fingering her too.

Gilda laughed and held his head with another embrace, holding him close. “You know, this is kinda fair. I can’t really complain.”