Beastly Pleasures Erotic Story Bundle
Christie Sims and Alara Branwen
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Stories Included in this Bundle
Captured by the Gryphon
Lost in New Jersey
Ogre’s Claim
Orcish Delight
Genetic Gryphons
Gryphon Herders
The Cave
The Passage
Gryphon Girls
Gryphon Huntress
Captured by the Gryphon
Sprinting as though her life depended upon it, the young woman shot through the dense forest, lungs steaming and muscles burning.
She had to find him! She had to! And before the thing which made its home in these hills, found him first. If the gryphon got to him before Jenrive did, he was as good as dead.
Branches slapped her face while leaves poked her in the eyes, bringing tears of pain, but still the woman ran, her light golden hair streaming behind her and the rough cloth of her dress riding up towards her muscular thighs.
At the edge of the woodland she halted, a vast expanse of grassland lay before her and she would be exposed to the skies – and the beast – if she crossed it. Scanning the ground for signs of her little brother's passing, she saw nothing to indicate he had even come this way and cursed the fact she was no tracker.
Twisting one way, then another, the young woman realized she had lost Bartros and he could be anywhere by now. Tears of frustration and rage began to flow down her face as she turned to make her way back home in the hopes he had done the same.
She knew nothing of the large, avian-leonine hybrid which plummeted from aloft, spreading its wings scant inches above the ground. The blow delivered to the back of her smooth skinned neck brought immediate unconsciousness.
Initially, Jenrive thought it had all been a dream, the fight with her brother and his subsequent flight into the forest and on towards the forbidden lands. As her eyes flickered open, however, she became aware the roof of her home had become gray stone, laced with cracks and an occasional tree root.
Her neck ached for some reason as she looked around, finding herself in a deep cave, laying in what appeared to be a nest of some kind. Lined with animal skins and feathers ranging in length from a few inches to a few feet. A cold twisting sensation made her intestines seize up in fright; the only thing big enough to have feathers of this size was the gryphon!
Jenrive grimaced and stood up, crouching as she made her way to the entrance of the cave before standing and stretching once she was outside.
"Wow! What a view." she whispered, looking down at the valley below for a moment, before biting her lip and looking around anxiously, the demands of her bladder were making themselves rather urgently known.
"Piss in the stream," came a growled voice from above her, and she yelped in surprise, almost tumbling down the steep slope beyond the ledge. Perched on the rocks above her, beak bloodied from his breakfast, the gryphon glared down at her with amusement. "In the stream," he repeated, gesturing with his beak at the bright and splashing stream that ran down the mountainside a few yards further away.
"But..." Jenrive started, then cringed at his instant glare and simply nodded. She scrambled across the rocks and found a spot where she could straddle the narrow flow. But crouching, and holding up the remains of her dress, which had been shredded by the forest, and keeping her balance were a bit much to manage together. That and the splashing rush of water was only making her urgency worse. Finally she gave an exasperated cry and stripped out of her dress, chemise, and undergarments, barely making it back into her squatting position before emptying her bladder.
"Don't bother putting that back on," he growled from his perch as Jenrive finished and stood, picking up her clothes, "Get back into the cave and wait for me."
She bowed her head submissively, but held her clothes clutched close in front of her, as she obeyed. Acutely aware of her nakedness she bit her lip as she sat on the edge of his nest, the remains of her dress arranged as discreetly as she felt she could get away with.
The soft click of his talons on the stone floor of the cave pulled her from her reverie, and she was relieved to see that no trace of his meal remained, he was spotlessly clean having preened himself.
"You need to be taught a lesson," he growled, "About having respect for the lands and property of others. You chose to come here and steal from me, from the lands that are my birthright. So I choose to take your body."
"What? No! You can't just rape me!" she cried out, lunging up onto her feet, slamming her head into the low ceiling, “And I'm not a thief!” Jenrive shouted as pain flared through her head.
"Oh, I can," the gryphon answered, watching with amusement as she fell back into the nest clutching her head. "Are you hurt?
"Shit yes! Of course I'm hurt," she cried, curling up. "Am I bleeding?" The young woman grimaced as she rubbed her head, checking her fingers for scarlet.
"Let me look.” Came the stern order, “You're not bleeding.” The gryphon said coldly. He moved closer, and nudged her hip firmly, shoving her physically up into the nest.
"No! I don't want to... please," she begged while trying to hide herself, failing as he pulled her arm away.
"Kneel for me," he snarled, “Now!”
His powerful talons clenched at her ankle making her whimper, he could easily crush her bones if he wanted to, "Alright!" She squealed in pain, blushing as she felt a wicked thrill run through her. No, damn it! She didn't want this! Slowly, she uncurled and sat up, kneeling. While a part of her was horrified by what she was doing, a deranged and dirty portion of her psyche was beginning to emerge, and the new part of her consciousness loved this.
A soft, rolling growl rumbled in the cavern as she put her hands on the edge of the nest, a primal, passionate sound, a sound that made her heart pound and made butterflies dance in her belly as she looked over at him.
She wanted to be there, in that moment, feelings of defiant lust ripping through her. Then he was stepping forward, and looking back she could see the way his wings were arched upwards aggressively.
She whimpered, fear suddenly replacing passion as the reality of the moment crashed home again. His beak touched her hip, grazing deliciously across her ass, and she realized with horrified pleasure how blatantly she was displaying herself for him.
Jenrive could feel him exploring curiously, nuzzling, touching, his breath hot on her skin, she knew that her slit was visible to him, "Spread," he growled, and forcibly pulling her knees apart when she tried to keep them together.
"No." Her shout echoed through the cave as she ducked her head and arched her shoulders. Without warning she felt him upon her back!
She staggered slightly under his weight, reveling in the press of his feathers against her naked skin. For a brief moment she delighted in t
hat sensation, then gasped as she felt the wet warmth of his shaft push up against the back of her leg, "Oh, God. Please," she whimpered, as his forelegs wrapped around her middle, pinning himself to her.
"Careful what you wish for," the beast growled, nuzzling her back. He lunged forwards a couple of times, obviously having a hard time with her body shape, "Guide me into you," he demanded at last, crouching his hindquarters lower.
She could feel his muscled belly ripple against her lower back and cursed herself for the wetness she felt growing within. Cringing at the dampness she felt on her outer folds as she slid one finger slowly along that crease, "Damn it!" She whispered in frustration, as her finger slipped deeper for a moment.
She shouldn't be this aroused! She shouldn't be excited at all! He growled, and clamped his beak firmly around the back of her neck, making her gasp and arch backwards, her eyes going wide as pleasure lanced down her spine.
"Please don't." Jenrive whimpered, while reaching down and pressing her fingertips beneath the head of his cock and pushing it upwards.
She could feel his body tremble above her as the pointed tip of his engorged cock pushed inside her willing cunt. Even if her mind rebelled against this act, her body ached for it.
The gryphon groaned a deep rumble of pleasure before sliding deeper. She hissed in pain when the flared tip entered her fully, due to the sheer girth of his cock.
"Please," she cried softly, her fingers gripping the furry material of the nest, “Go slowly. You're so big!"
"And you are nicely tight," he growled, his breath warm and damp against her nape. Arching and thrusting himself slowly, he eased himself into her. She left her fingers there, feeling her pussy spread tight around him. Trembling, she let her fingertips slide further back along his cock, feeling its strange shape as he thrust deeper. As the feeling of aching fullness grew she dropped her head, then cried out as that movement dragged the tip of his beak roughly across her skin.
Struggling to relax, she tried to breathe as deeply and slowly as possible, as his thrusts rocked her smaller form, filling her with his impossibly large dick. Another thrust, deeper, then deeper still, he slowed and eased the pressure of his beak on her neck.
She could feel his thick cock pulsing hard inside her, an echo of his powerful heartbeat. A shudder fluttered through her insides as the incredible feeling of fullness changed from painful ache into delightful pleasure.
Jenrive found herself leaning back, pushing herself back and impaling herself on him, "No." she whimpered, trying to pull away only to have that terrible beak bite harder on the nape of her neck, twisting firmly to the side. She yelped in pain, halting, then slowly leaned back again.
His body was so warm, so heavy and powerful above her! She felt owned, controlled and dominated, yet somehow protected and treasured at the same time. She shook her head slightly as tears trickled down her cheeks.
It seemed impossible to be feeling these things! Impossible she was gasping in pleasure as she met his every thrust. She couldn't be leaning back eagerly, until she felt the furry sheath of his foreskin push snugly up against the outer folds of her eager pussy. She couldn't be fingering her clit madly as he started to thrust harder against her!
She could smell her own pleasure and knew that the wetness that trickled down her thighs was as much hers as his. His passionate growls and purrs filled the air, as did the increasingly wet sound of their bodies coming together.
His front legs wrapped tightly around her abdomen, pulling her firmly back with each thrust and locking them together, his hind legs were thumping powerfully against her hips with a wet squish.
Her hand fell away from her clit, the stimulation no longer necessary as his pounding, thrusting cock worked her towards an overwhelming orgasm. She cried out and arched her back, trembling as the muscles of her belly fluttered, then clenched rhythmically in mirror to the rippling pull of muscles deeper inside her. Pleasure flooded through her unstoppably, and her howl echoed from the stone walls joined, moments later, by the gryphon's own shrill, warbling cry.
His haunches jerked sharply, pushing tight against her, and she could feel his cock pulsing within her, feel the thick rushing flood of his gryphon come, splashing impossibly deep inside her belly. His beak lifted from her neck, she felt his claws holding her body tighter as he emptied his thick load into her, his legs jerking sharply with each ejaculation until, finally, he collapsed heavily across her back, panting.
Jenrive felt the thick wetness of his come sliding down her thighs as he shifted his weight, felt his chest and belly rise and fall rapidly against her in a flurry of feathers and fur. The gryphon's breathing slowed as he recovered, and after a few moments he jumped off, the feel of his softening shaft dragging outwards was strangely disappointing to the woman, leaving her feeling so very empty.
Curling up in the furred nest, she sobbed quietly as he curled up around her, his great bulk warm, soft and powerful around her, almost possessive. After a while she calmed down, and felt his beak touching her gently, slowly preening through her hair, "Why?" Was her demand, rolling over to face him and staring defiantly at his strange, avian face.
"Because I take what I want," he rumbled simply, "You are mine now. Until such time as I choose to release you back into your world, you will pleasure me when I wish it. Now, tell me why you stupidly invaded my lands."
No smile crossed his fixed, impassive and fierce demeanor as he watched her. She sighed softly, and shook her head, "I was searching for my little brother," Jenrive said at last, looking longingly over at her clothes. It felt so wrong and strange to be naked before him regardless of what had just taken place, “We had a fight and he ran into your territory without thinking so I came after him.” The large gryphon's only response was a grunt.
After a few moments of silence, the huge hybrid commanded, “Get some sleep.” Then rolled to cover the woman's naked body with an insulating wing.
Beneath the darkness of his wing, Jenrive could not sleep at the moment. Her head was filled with thoughts about the experience she had just survived. One side of her brain was appalled and disgusted at the things he had forced her to do and outrage flooded through her. If only I had a knife! She thought.
Outweighing her initial thoughts was another, darker, portion of her mind. This part of her mind had loved the feelings, both inside her pussy and across the skin of her back. It had loved being possessed and used by the gryphon for his own pleasure. He took what he needed from her body, from within the depths of her cunt and that made her feel desirable, powerful and whole.
As well as those feelings was the incredible sense of fullness he gave her, his thick, rigid column of flesh reached every inch of her inside and she had never felt such overwhelming pleasure before.
Eventually, with thoughts of the gryphon still in her mind, Jenrive slept. Unknown hours later, she awoke disoriented and confused for a moment until the sensation of warmth running down her thighs brought her memories of earlier back.
She was alone in the nest, covered only by a warm fur from some poor creature the gryphon had devoured. Pulling the skin tighter around her shoulders, Jenrive climbed gingerly from the nest.
Making her way back to the stream she had relieved herself in earlier, the young woman washed her soiled legs and privates clean of his leavings. Our leavings. She thought, recalling her own wetness mingling with that of the creature.
What now? The woman wondered as she stripped the ice cold water from her body before wrapping the fur around her once more. Am I to be used in this way forever? Some small part of her thought that might not be too bad as she clambered back up to the cave mouth.
There could be no escape that was for certain. The gryphon would hunt her down as surely and easily as he did his prey, this time, however, she doubted she would be let off with a trip to his bed and the memory of his beak on her neck made Jenrive shudder.
When the gryphon returned, he was so silent and stealthy it caught her completely by surprise. One m
oment she looked down from the cave onto the verdant valley which was his doorstep, the next he strutted into view from above the cave mouth with a deer's leg in his mouth.
Dropping the meat before her the large hybrid said, “If you wish to cook it you will need to make fire.” He then turned and walked past her into the cave, busying himself with preening his iridescent plumage.
Once Jenrive had gathered as much dry wood as she was able and managed to get a reasonable fire lit, she turned to the problem of how to skin the haunch and cut it into pieces small enough to cook quickly. As soon as the idea of food had been planted in her mind, she had been ravenous and salivating at the thought of rare venison.
The gryphon tilted his avian head to one side, watching as she struggled to pull the furry skin from the leg with little success. Tears of frustration rolled down her face as she tried desperately to feed herself, failing due to the lack of a suitable knife.
“What is wrong?” He asked in his deep, rumbling voice.
Jenrive sniffed and wiped her eyes before telling him the problem, the beast grunted and replied, “Such is the price for cooking your food.” He examined her for a few moments, as if studying a problem he needed to solve, “Bring it here.” He finally ordered. Jenrive complied without thought.
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