Page 141 of Griffin Food

Oh Goddess, I’m going to …

“Hold it!” Atlas’s command cracks like a whip in my mind.

The pulse between us builds. Heartbeats. The sensation of being one, of being held perfectly as a hot flood fills my womb, held suspended from space and time.

Then he slides out. His gaze shifts to Fenix, and a silent communication passes between them, reminding me they can speak with their minds.

Fenix gathers me into his arms. “I have not had this particular pleasure yet,” he says, a devastating smile upon his lips. “Let us remedy that now.”

Fenix

I take Violet boldly from between Darrion and Atlas and drop her onto the waiting platform where I stand between her spread thighs, Atlas to her right, Darrion to her left, and Lark to her head. The stone is softened by thick padding and a layer of decadent silk. It is of the perfect height for fucking.

There, doesn’t that look nice… Pretty little offering spread out for the appetite of her mates.

“So control is your forte,” I mind-speak to Atlas.

“Fenix,” Atlas says, a warning in his voice.

I don’t know why, but the push and pull between us only adds to my recklessness.

Darrion’s amusement ripples through the bond.

“Such a tasty little treat, ready to be feasted upon,” I say. “It will probably get a little rough on you, my Queen. But I have the greatest faith in our illustrious leader to hold your climax at bay.”

Her eyes widen.

Atlas curses.

I slam into her, feeling her hot, slick passage welcome me home. Galeor offers an approving clack of his beak in my mind. Violet squeals, sharp with sudden ecstasy. My tail lashes from side to side, and my wings stand rigid as pleasure courses through me. She wants to come. I can feel it beating like life itself through the bond.

Can Atlas’s iron will hold it at bay?

“I swear I will beat you godsdamned bloody when this is over,” Atlas promises.

Yeah, he’s got this covered… Might not be happy about it. And you know what? We all have our part to play.

I grasp her hips, brace myself over her, and then I fuck her hard and fast, unleashing everything I feel for her: love, desperation, the missing piece of my soul. Atlas is in denial or delusional if he thinks I’m going to claim her gently as he did. With every clap of our meeting flesh, he’s finding out that’s not what I’m about.

The sensation is sharp and visceral.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Tail lashing violently now, snaking around to lightly pepper the sides of her tits, hips, her belly, her thighs, wherever it can reach. Our flesh meets wetly under the rapid cadence of my thrusts. Each one shooting sparks the length of my shaft that sets off a familiar tingling at the base of my spine. I pour everything into it. Love. Lust. Passion. My sheer force of will, that we will have our resonant bonding even if I must drive it with my cock into her flesh.

The power is building, arcing between us; my skin already glimmering with the potency of her gift.

“Hold it,” Atlas commands.

Her rapturous cries are a thing of beauty, driven by a desperation to climax and the denial of it. They ignite the dark debauchery at the core of my psyche.

The increased humming of the griffins seems to reverberate through the very stone of this room.

I’m going to come. My barbs are tingling. I’m going to come so fucking hard.