Requested work. +9k words.
Contents: M / M, Dubcon, Human x Gryphon, Mpreg, Cum inflation, Bulging belly.
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It was a great idea, breathtaking in fact. Breeding mares with tiercels. A healthy horse can give birth in roughly 11 months, whereas a griffin can take up to two years to produce offspring. Besides, the brood looked almost like the real thing as long as you chose the gryphon to be the sire, otherwise, they'd turned out... Wrong. The trick to breed the two lay in the magic, or whatever little there still was left of it in the world. The gryphons were inherently magical beasts and breeding them with horses carrying the now-extinct blood of pegasus in their veins was a necessity to carry the pregnancy to a full term.
My new stable had just been finished and I took in the fresh scent of the just sawed wood. Everything was ready for tomorrow and soon I'd have the monopoly on the griffin breeding. The horses and griffins were placed on opposite sides of the building since the mares seemed to be afraid of the tiercels. The breeding pen was in the middle of the stable and I stood in the middle of it, admiring the new breeding stands. The mares were usually too small to be mounted normally, so we had to make some adjustments to the normal gear. These breeding mounts were meant to lift the mares with the help of a mount so the tiercels had a better angle for entering. Tomorrow they'd be used for the first time and I was excited. The tiercels seemed to smell the mares in heat and were making a ruckus in their respective pens, wanting to get on it already. Their eagerness made me chuckle.
"M' lord, should we give them something to calm them down?" I heard a rough voice behind me ask. I spun around to meet the worried gaze of the gnoll who stood behind me. He looked like he had missed a bath or two, but he was recommended to me so I had decided to hire him, and once I saw him practice his strange rituals at night, summoning some of the old magic back into the world, I knew I had the right man.
"No, let them be, better to have them aroused than drugged off when we begin," I answered. The gnoll didn't seem to like my answer, but he kept his mouth shut, he knew I basically owned him. No one else would have even thought about giving him a second chance after what he had done.
"As you wish, m' lord, but I've warned you, if those tiercels get too excited, they're likely to break things," the gnoll said and I nodded, not really caring what he had said. I had paid for the best workers and for the best wood, the pens could take on even a furious dragon, the gryphons could trash and scrape from their hearts' desire and those locks would keep them in.
"Just make sure everything is ready for tomorrow," I told the gnoll and began to walk towards the gryphon pens. I wanted to quickly check them out before leaving. As I got closer to the pens I almost had to cover my ears as the noise they made was almost deafening, which only made my grin wider. These tiercels were young, which made their seed potent. I had acquired eight of them, each one a different color. I had sixteen mares for them and another eight coming in a week. I had considered using a semen harvester, but the gryphon handler was against it. According to him, it was too dangerous to get too close to them during a rut, and as I saw the animals before me I realized he had been right. The gryphons were scratching the walls and tried to bite through the thick metal bars as they sensed the mares. Only one of them stood still, a large albino one, its red eyes were locked on me and it almost looked like it was measuring me. Some of its feathers were decorated with red tips, but otherwise, it shined brightly white from paws to head. As I glanced down I saw it proudly presenting its enlarged member, fully out of its sheath. The dark red flared tip dripped from the fluids, some trickling down the rod all the way to its balls. The visage in front of me made me gulp loudly.
Oh, those poor horses, I thought to myself, and for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off it.
The curved member was far thicker than my palm and almost as long as I was tall. I wondered how mares could take such things in, concluding that there had to be magic involved. My eyes trailed the throbbing member. The large veins pumped blood into it and the mere weight of it had to be more than what I was carrying and I wasn't by no means a small man. I stepped closer, my eyes still fixed on the thing when suddenly the albino griffin stomped its forelegs, raised on its back legs, and screeched loudly. Before I could step away from the pen, I saw its swollen sack throb and release long strings of gooey pre-cum all over me, soaking me completely. Most of it splashed my face and forced me to gag as the thick pearly fluid covered it, only to slowly drip on my clothes. Some of it found its way into my mouth and filled it with a creamy taste. As soon as I realized what I had in my mouth I spit it out.
I shouted angrily at the beast and walked away embarrassed, I could feel my cheeks get hotter as I left the stables.
The sun was already setting as I reached my manor, which wasn't too far from the stables, the noises those beasts made could still be heard as my servants opened the front gate and let me in. They had prepared supper, but even though the smoked duck breasts smelled delicious, I was unable to eat more than a few bites. I lazily trailed the silver plate with my fork, making small scratches onto the top which mended almost immediately back to a beautifully embossed shiny flat surface like it had never been used before. The golden brown sauce collected around the carefully crafted ornamental marks as the plate made by my long-dead relatives with magic in their blood returned to its original shape.
Once such plates were as common as the plain ones used by peasants today, when there was still enough magic to make the world drown with it, yet now such objects laid in use by men like me or worse, left to collect dust in locked cabinets and treasure chests still holding on to their enchantments. The rich apple-brandy caramel sauce melted in my mouth as I stared at the fading candle before me, thinking about tomorrow, not even noticing the magic happening right before me.
And that albino griffin.
I shook my head and washed my mouth with oaky bourbon, hoping it would let me relax a bit, but I kept seeing that large member in my mind. I could hear servants whispering, but I was too focused to even care what they were whispering about. For the rest of the night, I was absent-minded, almost frozen in the moment I had experienced today. The maid washing me tried to make small talk, but I was unable to answer anything she asked. As I got to bed I told her not to close the curtains so I could watch the stars, since it usually calmed me down. The noises from the outside did not reach my bed-chamber, but I knew the gryphons were still active and giving a hard time to the stable boys.
I had to unwind.
My hand reached my groin and I began to rub the tip of my cock as I thought about the large bosom of the young maid. I imagined her plump lips around my rod, taking it deep into her throat. I could have ordered her to stay and please me, but I had been too distracted and I regretted it now. Having someone else stroking my cock would be preferable to having to do it myself. My breathing got faster as my arousal grew when suddenly I remembered the beast and the huge member underneath it just as the image popped into my head my balls constricted and I came on my hand, shooting my seed on my knuckles and bedding.
I rolled onto my side and wiped my hand on my sheets. I waited until my breathing got calmer and thought about what had just happened. I'd never reached a climax as fast before and the image of the hard gryphon member was still burned into my mind. My mind was clear now and I felt ashamed, finding comfort only from the fact that no one knew what I had thought about. The image in my head didn't leave me until I began to feel tired and my eyes closed, carrying me into dreamland.
