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It was a lovely, late autumn day. Ithilwen had been sent on a mission from her fellow Vore House buddies to pick up a mutual friend from nearby. Apparently, Leera and Ceylon had personally requested that Valencia - a lovely bat-wolf hybrid - come for the weekend in order to celebrate some horror-themed holiday called The Eve of Hallows. Ithilwen wasn't particularly well-versed in the tradition, but apparently bats were known to be a staple of the holiday and Valencia was the only bat hybrid that most of the Vore House regulars was familiar with. She was also subtly vampiric, given her ability to siphon life energy.

Vampirism wasn't a very common trait among folks in and around Klyneth. Only a small group of individuals had the ability to convert ademane - the active ingredient in potions and magic use, a fluid secreted within the body - into nutrients and thus energy like Valencia. Some thought vampiric individuals consumed blood, but in reality it was exclusively the consumption of ademane that allowed such a diet. It was also a legend that was often explored in horror and even more so during The Eve of Hallows. Tropes are fun to play with, and The Vore House loved to capitalize on seasonal fun.

So, as one of the ambassadors to The Vore House, Ithilwen was sent on a quest. A pilgrimage to acquire this elusive bat hybrid with vampiric tendencies. This was a quest she took with excitement. She wasn't all that into the vampire fetish, but she did love doing Vore House stuff and Valencia was pretty attractive even without the kink factor.

She pulled into the driveway of The Ranch, parking near the black and red wood barn. The Ranch was where Valencia lived and worked, a bit of a beasty brothel that Ithilwen had never visited before. She wasn't as into this sort of thing as many of her friends. She was just there to pick up her mark. Ithilwen didn't have a tight schedule or anything but she didn't wanna stick around too long.

The Ranch itself was laid out in a series of pastures and fields surrounding the ranch home and barn in the middle. There were horses next to her on her right, then going counter clockwise a series of enclosures within the woods, some more out back behind the ranch home with what looked like felines and Ulokar, then a pair of aeries for dragons and gryphons. Lots of quadrupeds, each one hornier and more lustful than the last. She could have had a vacation here had she not been on a quest.

After activating her parking break, she hopped out of the car and got to her paws, stretching a bit while yawning. It was still pretty early in the morning. There were only a handful of other vehicles in the parking area, one of which was a rather large ATV that looked oddly familiar to her but she couldn't quite place it.

A moment later, the barn door slid open, revealing an absolutely massive, bipedal avian stud. He was easily head and shoulders taller than Ithilwen, with a flowing crest of rusty red feathers tipped with black and gold. His feet were talons, his hands a pair of thick and powerful-looking equine hands draped in long white fetlocks. He had a barrel chest, thick legs, and a long, flowing tail with similarly gold and black tipped ends. An absolute unit who wore only a simple black kilt covering his loins.

Ithilwen was by no means the type to fall in love, but the image of this hippogryph stud made her a little weak at the knees. He was as big as Vvilfred but his entire upper body was covered in majestic avian plumage, his eyes intense yet kind. She couldn't help but fantasize about what he was hiding under that kilt of his. And, given her employment with the Vore House and her knowledge of what went on at The Ranch, she had no qualms about imagining just what could happen between them.

"Good day!" The hippogryph called out as he started towards Ithilwen. "I have been waiting for you! Wasn't expecting you this late!"

"Late? It's barely past sun-up!" Ithilwen protested as she shut the car door. "I know you're on a ranch but this isn't late. You're just abnormally early. And wait, who are you? Why were you waiting for me in particular?" She should have figured it out, but it was pretty early and she'd only just had her tea.

He chuffed to himself as he took his final steps up to Ithilwen. He was more than head and shoulders taller than her. Ithilwen's snout only just came up to the top of his belly; not only was he taller than he seemed from a distance, but he was wider, too. She couldn't help but blink as he extended one of his thick, fetlock-feathered hands. "The name's Ilorek. I run this place."

She took his hand and felt his warmth wrapping around her. Each of his fingers was almost as big around as her wrist. A stud like that could do some damage in all the right ways. She was taken aback by his size and delicate hand shake that she didn't think to put the pieces together. Once her mind cleared, she shook her head and laughed. "Right, Ilorek. You're the boss here, right? I'm Ithilwen, as it seems you already know. I take it that means you know why I'm here?"

He nodded. "Yeah, for Val. She's, uh, busy at the moment though. Doin' something out in the woods with some clients."

"Did she not know I was coming? I was told she'd be ready." Ithilwen said with a dull gaze. It was too early to deal with this sort of delay.

Ilorek shrugged and laughed. "Pretty sure she knew, but I guess the client wanted her in particular or something. I try to not pry too much. But, she does have that psychic ability, so I bet she knows you're here now. Can probably feel your mind even way out in the Emerald Wood enclosure. Still, I bet she'll be busy a while. Wanna come inside for a bit? I could make you some tea? Coffee?"

"Tea, but I just had one on my way in. I'm fine." Ithilwen declined. She wasn't annoyed, but she did feel a little dejected. She wanted to get back to The Manor so she could get to work for the day. She preferred being out in The Wilds to going on fetch quests for folks who could probably fly there without her help. Fortunately, the rural musk of Ilorek was putting her at ease. He had a sweet, earthy scent about him that gave him a homely yet welcoming aura, one that practically begged for attention. She wasn't one to just fall for any male that came along, but now that she had been reminded of who he was, she couldn't help but fantasize a bit.

"Well, you're welcome to come inside or stay out here. Just know that as per the established rules of the place I can't guarantee you won't be exposed to cocks and cunts left and right. Something tells me you wouldn't mind, but I'll be inside if you wanna sit in a more comfortable abode. I have no idea how long Valencia will be with the client." He turned and motioned for her to follow, tail raised high under the backside of the kilt, revealing his thick, shapely rump cheeks. All stallion under there.

The early morning sun gave Ithilwen just enough light to see the silhouette of the pair of his soft, round orbs. Naturally, she couldn't help but follow, eager to see just what he was teasing at.

"Yeah, I thought so." Ilorek joked. "Come on, I have some donuts, bagels, and hash browns in the barn. I like to fill the place with breakfast smells. Really wakes the guests."

"Guests?" Ithilwen was only mildly aware of how The Ranch worked. She knew it was called a 'beasty brothel', but aside from its explicit purpose of pairing bipeds with quads, she didn't know much beyond that. "Why would there be guests in the barn?"

Ilorek motioned for her to go ahead through the sliding door. "Oh, the barn is three stories high inside, aside from the hayloft. The upper two stories are literally for guests to stay overnight. Part of our clientele uses this as their hotel rather than commuting into town. Like your Vore House, we get folks from around the world to utilize our services. So yeah, just makes more sense." He paused and locked eyes with her, a deep and almost sinister grin tugging at the corners of his beak. "But I take it you'd not be interested. That's fine. I can respect that."

She paused and cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowed. "Okay, that right there? Are you trying to be creepy or something? Maybe I should wait in the car."

"Hah, no. Valencia taught me a thing or two about how to read minds and I can tell a couple things about you. You're not interested in my services, but I'd be a fool to not see you're interested in me." His statement was so confident and matter-of-fact that Ithilwen couldn't deny him.

"Impressive." She said, then chuffed to herself before closing the sliding door behind her. "I like it when folks are direct. Not gonna lie, the flirting game isn't usually for me. People can be weird. So, if you're exploring my thoughts, I suppose you won't mind if I steal a peek?" She was not sure if he was as free about his sexuality as she was or others at The Vore House were, so she had to ask.

"Wouldn't mind one bit. I'm always up for a bit of fun and if my understanding of your establishment is correct, not a lot of folks over there who aren't just as up for adventure. So yeah, go wild. If I don't like something I won't hesitate to tell you. Here at The Ranch, we're just as bestial as you could possibly imagine."

"Is that so?" Ithilwen teased as she reached out and plucked the edge of his kilt, slowly raising it so she could see what he was packing. Not only did she get a clear view of the velvety black flesh of his sheath and balls, but a cloud of musky equine scent billowed up around her, it so thick it clung to her cheek and neck fur. Naturally, this scent hit all the right spots for her. She didn't hesitate to peel off her tank top and short skirt, tossing them onto a nearby rack meant for horse tack. "Well, I guess if we've got a few minutes, we might as well make the most of it. You down?"

"If you can handle me." He countered as he stepped out of his kilt, tossing it onto the same rack as her clothes. "But, if I know anything about you and you vore types, I don't think there's a beast on this ranch you couldn't handle. That potion does wonders to your anatomy, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but I haven't had any today. Wasn't planning on it until I got back to The Manor." Ithilwen cautioned, but then grabbed his chest fluff and pulled him down to her face level. "Try me."

He grabbed her by the shoulders and hoisted her up and over the door of the nearest stable, literally throwing her into a pile of hay next to a handful of bales. He stepped over the door after her, standing tall. He rubbed his sheath as his cock slowly unfolded from its depths, the glistening flesh dangling down almost to his knees. "If I go too hard, let me know."

"If you're not hard enough I'll let you know." She said with a grin and a nod, slowly spreading her legs to reveal her swollen cookie. She wasn't expecting this, so she hadn't mentally or physically prepared for an impromptu quickie. Still, her loins were swollen and pink, her triangular vulva leaking with excitement already. She may not have been prepared but she was always down for some casual fun, especially if it was with such a virile stud. Her body was ready.

Ilorek curled his toe talons to scrape the floor of the stable, clearing away some of the hay before crouching over her, his member danging just above her breasts and is balls so close to her loins she could feel the heat emanating from them. "If you say so." He whispered into her ear as he leaned down next to her, his beak nearly brushing her ear fur. While there, he brought one hand down to caress her belly, tickling her before curling up a pair of fingers against her lips, spreading them to reveal the plump and moist flesh inside.

As expected, the sheer girth of his digits was initially a bit overwhelming. Just two of his fingers would have been enough to satisfy her, even with her experience over at The Vore House. She leaned back and closed her eyes, happily basking in the heat from his body as well as the gentle touch of his fingertips exploring her. He rubbed her cookie, then pulled away just when she was getting into it in order to wrap around her side or scritch the inside of her thigh. He was being one hell of a tease, rubbing her pussy just enough to get her to react only to meander all over her body, his beak remaining close to her ears, his breath tickling the fur of her cheek.

"Tease." She growled at him. "I thought this was supposed to be a bit of a quickie."

Ilorek leaned into her, nuzzling her neck and using his curved beak tip to preen her fur. "Oh, don't worry, I'm part stallion. Any time with me is a quickie."

Such a statement took Ithilwen out of the moment. She stopped undulating her body and just stared sidelong at him. "Is that something you wanna advertise?"

Without even a moment's hesitation, he used this distraction to wrap his palm around her loins, forcing two fingers into her while curling them upwards, tips grinding hard against her anterior wall. The most sensitive spot on any canine, where the natural canine knot swell would apply pressure to influence an orgasm. He bit down on the base of her ear lobe while whispering, "I implied I'm quick, I didn't say that it'd be over quickly. I'm also part gryphon and can go repeatedly all day and night. Come on, Ith, you should know that by now."

She wanted to protest, to laugh at his misdirection, but the pressure of his fingertips grinding and caressing her g-spot was almost too much. Her depths were soaking wet, practically drooling with arousal so his every flex resulted in both of his fingers doing a full stroke of her passage, the sensation coaxing enough blood flow to her loins that she nearly forced him out when her walls got puffy and engorged. She just bit her bottom lip and raised her hand, hair between her fingertips as she grabbed a tuft and pulled.

Ilorek must have been experienced. He seemed to know exactly what buttons to press, even if he was being a little silly. In an odd way, the casual nature of his flirtation made him even more disarming, as she wasn't expecting someone who spoke during sex to know exactly when and how to tease and when to give her release. Then again, he did mention something about being taught some psychic abilities by Valencia. Ithilwen was losing herself to arousal much too quickly to swell upon it.

She couldn't help but push down against his hand, her pussy clenching hard around his digits as she arched her back, wagged her tail, and pressed her clit right into his palm. She didn't expect much from that, yet somehow he angled himself so the heel of his palm began gently grinding against her clit, encouraging her to keep going. "Ugh! What a pleasant surprise." She whispered to herself.

He ignored her, rightly assuming that engaging her would distract her. He kept curling his fingertips within her, alternating between his middle and ring finger to ensure she never got a moment's rest. Each stroke coaxed a bit more fluid from her depths, a gooey mass that soaked his palm and dripped down onto the straw and hay beneath them. Before long, he brought his other hand down to wrap around her opposite hip, holding her in place with his thumb pressed against her lower belly.

At first Ithilwen had no idea what he was doing, but then quickly came to realize the pinpoint precision in which he'd applied pressure. His thumb outside, pressed against her belly perfectly contrasted the curling of his digits inside her, amplifying the pressure between them both. She couldn't help but let out a moan as she pushed down as hard as she could, aware that she might make a bit of a juicy mess in the hay. Luckily, that's what the stalls were for so she didn't bother trying to hold back.

She just relaxed, allowing her depths to open up to his invading fingers. She let her puffy lips press down on his palm, her moist insides soaking his flesh in the process. It was clear she was in season or at the very least lost in lust. Either way, he passage quickly tuned into a perfect blend of snug yet malleable, tight and relaxed in equal measure. A perfect combination for any partner.

Ilorek was either reading her mind or just very good at reading her body. Once he felt her loins loosen and her belly muscles flex, he stopped curling his fingers inside her and slowly pulled them out, deliberately kneading her clit with both tips before breaking contact. He let to of her hip and belly, and slowly brought his one hand up to caress the underside of her breast. He was gentle, despite the sheer strength in his hands, his touch more like the tickle of a feather than the kneading of most studs.

Ithilwen wasn't usually one to fixate too much on her breasts - her time in the vore house gave her far more malleable options around other parts of her body - but a good rub was exactly the sort of appetizer that better prepared her for what was inevitably coming next. The sensation of his fingers and more importantly the gentle caress of his wrist feathering on her nipples sent a chill down her spine that made the fur on her tail stand on end. She arched her back and pushed down against him only to feel a weird sharpness between her legs.

This sudden sensation made her eyes dart open as she glanced down over her body to see that Ilorek's member was resting heavily on her mound, the tip an equine semi-flare covered in tiny little barbs like a cat's tongue. That was what was poking her flesh. "Hey, uh, is that safe?" She asked, reaching down to wrap both hands around either side of his cock, cradling the head in her palms. It was then that she realized she may have spoken too soon. The barbs were intense, but not unpleasant. They seemed to be made of cartilage, not spines or keratin. Sharp, but not stabby. "Oh, nevermind." She didn't even wait for his response before leaning back and gyrating her hips, deliberately grinding her clit against the underside of his shaft.

"Don't worry, never got complaints in the past. If it is too much, don't hesitate to tell me. I-"

She cut him off by reaching out and grabbing him by his chest plumage, pulling him down so that his beak was nearly touching her nose. "Don't you dare. Just get to work, stud." Once she let him go and leaned back, she once again found herself with her hands tangled in her hair, gently squeezing and tugging while the heft of Ilorek's member pressed down on her loins.

He didn't bother protesting or wasting time with words. While kneeling next to her, his knees cradling her rump and her legs on his thighs, he grabbed his cock and squeezed, the spongy flesh of his semi-engored flare easily shrinking enough to fit between her plump lips. He had to keep the pressure on as he leaned into her, forcing his girth to part her flesh and expand inside her.

She gasped a bit and leaned her head back, maw agape. She was not quite expecting the sharply pleasant sensation of his barbed head to fit inside that well . She wasn't prepared for how big he would get, the flare expanding right where a knot would, usually. The crest of his head, lined by the subtle barbs of his gryphon half, was pressed right up against her G-spot, the same place he'd been caressing with his fingertips prior. She was tender. She was sensitive, and he was barely moving at all, opting instead to simply allow the pressure to build as the blood flowed to his swelling equine flare.

His length pulsated and the veins lining his shaft throbbed, pumping shot after shot of his precum deep into her. This not only added to the sloppy mess that was her natural lubricant, but also seemed to accentuate the sensations of his barbs perfectly. She couldn't quite tell if he was numbing her or making her extra sensitive; either way, the more of his essence he pumped into her the better his barbs felt. It wasn't just a tickle or a prick, but a series of wavelike, micro-caresses as each and every individual barb flexed and tugged on her walls.

"Oh. Oooooh, wow! Okay, that's new." She said to herself, once again losing herself to the sensations as she closed her eyes and started breathing heavily. Every subtle shift in her body felt intense, as his member tugged and rocked from side to side within her. She tried to grind, to more naturally ride him, but even doing that tugged on her loins from within almost as well as any knot would, the pressure too much to handle when punctuated by the rows of barbs tickling her.

Just as she was about to find the right angle, Ilorek leaned into her, plunging his cock as deep as it would go with one, powerful thrust. Not all of him disappeared between her lips, but his median ring did pop into her right as his flare ended up pressed tight against her cervix. He tugged a bit, then pushed back in to make sure he was as deep as he could go, his hands wrapped around her belly and hips to hold her in place. With a flex of his loins, every muscle in his groin and every vessel on his member throbbed with delight, expanding his flare to its maximum girth inside him.

It was then that Ithilwen realized just how many delicious features Ilorek's cock had equipped. The equine shaft and head and flare, the gryphon barbs, and most notably, the gryphon knot. Sadly, she wasn't quite deep enough to handle the knot. Right as he was thrusting into her, pumping her full of precum while his barbs tickled her depths, his gryphon-like knot remained just outside of her, swelling against her lips without quite finding its place within her. This was disappointing, as she really enjoyed the sensation of a knot inflating and tying her to her partner, but it was made up for by his enormous flare and the barbs that grabbed and tugged her flesh.

She couldn't help but grip her hair as Ilorek once again leaned into her and caressed both of her breasts, alternating between cradling her chest while he relaxed with grabbing her hips and giving a proper, full thrust from all the way in to almost all out. This should have hurt given the girth of his flare and the intensity of his barbs dragging along her passage, but it didn't. It just felt wonderful from one end of the thrust to the other, his features accentuating his motions rather than distracting from them.

Ilorek knew this and had no problem slowly picking up the pace. He started by gently pulling out and leaving his flare just inside her like a knot only to slowly push it in as deep as it would go, then built up the pace with each following action. A bit faster, a bit deeper, a bit harder until his knot started really slamming against her lips, threatening to burst into her. All the while, her womb was beginning to open up to him, gaping just wide enough that his urethral opening could plug her up, his fluids affecting her body in ways in which she was quite familiar.

Her time with The Vore House had taught her to feel and understand when her cervix was getting forced open, ready to take someone inside her. Outside of that sort of scenario this was usually not something that was supposed to feel good, but just like when she had a swig of Vore Potion, it was a deep pleasure unlike anything else she'd ever experienced. Part of her mind connected his precum with those same effects, but she didn't focus too much on it since she was too busy with the intensity of the sensations of his cock pounding her into the bale of hay.

She was on the cusp of orgasm when she heard the barn's sliding door open up. This caused Ilorek to stop for a moment and both of them to look over. Seen through the bars of the stall, a tiny little canine-bat head poked through, her bright red braids gleaming in the early morning sun. She was fully nude, which meant that all her body was exposed; she had smaller breasts than Ithilwen, and her arms were wings, like a bat, while her tail was curled like a wolf or husky.

It was Valencia, having come in from her job out in the wooded area of the property. She hopped up on top of the bars that lined the stall and perched there, crouched down in a squat with her wing-arms on the bar next to her feet for balance. She was tiny, even smaller than Ithilwen. She also had an even more chipper, peppy voice. "You coulda told me you were comin' early." She chirped.

Both Ilorek and Ithilwen stopped mid thrust to concentrate on Valencia. Despite Ilorek not moving, Ithilwen could still feel his cock throbbing and pulsating inside her, pleasuring her with every beat of his heart and every flex of his loins.

Valencia hopped down off the bar to land directly on Ilorek's shoulder, perched there and motionless like she'd done that exact hop a thousand times. With her in a squatting position, Ithilwen could see that Valencia had the same triangular canine vulva as her, only Valencia's was better furred and not as pink or puffy. It did have a teal-tipped barbell through the clit, though.

"We just thought we'd occupy some time before your arrival, my dear." Ilorek cooed at her, nuzzling into her. She was barely bigger than his head, a clear and distinct difference in size between the pair of them. Ithilwen couldn't help but fantasize about what that felt like to Valencia, with Ilorek's cock as big and well-textured as it was.

Valencia then hopped down and came to rest, straddling Ilorek's cock with her feet on the ground and her pussy rubbing against Ilorek's knots; more importantly, her clit and the barbell that lanced through it were both gently caressing Ithilwen's clit as Ilorek's cock stretched her out. "Come on, 'Rek, let me have some fun."

"Don't you wanna ask me first?" Ithilwen protested, glaring up at the pair of them.

"I could, but we both know what you'd say." Valencia shot back with a grin revealing two rather sharp-looking fangs. "I am psychic, there's really no need to waste time on dialogue."

Ithilwen wanted to protest, to counter her in some way, but she knew Valencia was right. With that in mind, she shrugged and nodded. "Alright, do your worst."

Before she could even finish her sentence, Ilorek grabbed her by the hips and slowly pulled the entirety of his length out, flare bursting from her depths with an audible squelch and pop followed by the guttural sounds of her walls collapsing in his absence. Perhaps a bit crude, but a natural side effect of having someone so well endowed taken from within her. Once he was out and Valencia got to hovering over her, Ithilwen noticed just how small Valencia actually was.

Valencia was to Ithilwen what Ithilwen was to Ilorek. Had the pair of them stood up next to each other, Valencia would have to stretch up to her tippy toes just to nuzzle Ithilwen's breasts. She was tiny, but in an odd way that meant that she was even more delicate than Ilorek or Valencia. One thing Ithilwen noticed that was that, while Valencia's hands were bat-wings, she did have a thumb and single forefinger not anchored by wing membrane, so she had plenty of dexterity available to her. The other three fingers on each hand - her middle, ring, and pinky fingers - were the skeleton for her wings, long and stretched out so she could fly.

True to her word, Valencia didn't say a word before kneeling down with her head between Ithilwen's legs. She leaned in, pressed her lips to Ithilwen's - her mouth lips to Ithilwen's nether lips - and parted both sets, plunging her tongue as deep as it would go.

Ithilwen hadn't thought about it, but quickly learned just how long her tongue actually was. Bats were known to have tendril-like appendages, ones that could slip deep into fruits or flowers to suck out the nectar without doing damage to the outside; the principle was the same here, only it was a more feminine nectar the bat-hybrid was sampling.

Her tongue probed as deep as Ilorek's cock, slipping up deep into Ithilwen with ease. Given how tenderized her flesh had been in the wake of Ilorek's brisk but intense pounding, Ithilwen had little to no strength to resist. Her loins were weakened, even if they were puffy and tight as a result.

Valencia used her tongue to deeply probe and pleasure Ithilwen, thrusting it in and out like a cock while also bending it in coils to apply pressure to all of her walls at the same time like a tentacle. She slurped up all the juices she could collect while also depositing a rather large volume of her own, ensuring Ithilwen's sloppy flesh was never anything less than soaked. But then, after only a minute of expertly executed cunnilingus, Valencia pulled her tongue out completely and bit down on Ithilwen's inner thigh, right where the leg met the hip, directly in between the edge of her pussy lips and the top of her thigh. She winced a bit as she felt a sharp stabbing sensation near her plump, dripping spade.

A wave of warmth emanated from that spot similar to what Ilorek's precum had done right after his barbs touched her for the first time. Only this sensation was far more intense, simultaneously numbing her to the sharp pain of Val's teeth puncturing her groin while also intensifying the warm pleasure of everything else. After the bite and a ginger lick to the twin puncture wounds, Valencia got right back to burying her tongue as deep as it would go, her lips kissing Ithilwen's as she did so.

Which was why she didn't immediately notice when Valencia, in a bid to get the tip of her tongue through Ithilwen's cervix, managed to wriggle and nuzzle her nose right into her! That bat-like snout easily parted Ithilwen's lips, all while the bat's two index fingers tugged at the posterior ends of her vulva, spreading her open just a bit more so that Val's chin could rest on her flesh.

She didn't notice this until Ilorek sidled up behind Valenca and slipped into her, his massive cock getting forced into her depths with ease that impressed even Ithilwen. Him leaning into Valencia pushed her into Ithilwen, which in turn meant Ithilwen's pussy lips slid right on down Val's muzzle. Had she not been lost in the sensations that came alongside the pressure and friction of her tongue, her eyes closed and head thrown back, she would have seen a subtle bulge form in her lower belly as Valencia's muzzle disappeared between her lips.

Ilorek thrust again, slamming his hips into Valencia with reckless abandon. The sudden and intense aggression forced all of Valencia's head into Ithilwen with a pop, Ithilwen's pussy lips coming to squeeze tightly around her neck, squeezing her two index fingers in next to her throat.

Ithilwen was lost in the moment soon after this. Valencia's head was streamlined and barely bigger than Ilorek's flare, so while it was a snug fit it wasn't absurd or outlandish compared to what she already had taken. Furthermore, Valencia's tongue continued to extend and probe as deep as it could go, easily penetrating Ithilwen's cervix and loosening her up before the bat-hybrid's snout found its way to the wolf's womb entrance.

All the while, Valencia kept her fingers pressed tight against her chest, squeezed in tightly between her own neck and Ithilwen's stretched pussy flesh. Then, as Ilorek slowly increased in vigour to the point of steady thrusts, she angled her head to the side and extended one wing-arm in next to her cheek, fisting Ithilwen in the process, her wing-fingers flat against her forearm and sticking out.

Somehow, Ithilwen still hadn't quite noticed what was happening. She felt the pressure of Val's head lodged deeply just inside her and the probing of Val's tongue deep within her, but she didn't quite clue in that she was about to take Valencia in her entirety. Ilorek kept bucking roughly into her, forcing Val's head in a bit deeper with every thrust, and Ithilwen was so used to taking partners at The Vore House that this was normalized for her.

Even once Valencia twisted around inside and got her second wing arm up next to her face, Ithilwen happily allowed it to happen without protest. Nay, she didn't just allow it to happen, she pushed down with all her might, arching her back and sliding over the side of the hay bale to counter all the pressure that Valencia and Ilorek had put against her. Not only that, she raised her hands to press against the stall's wall for extra leverage, legs up and tail wagging happily beneath her.

Ilorek leaned over both Valencia and Ithilwen, resting his own hands against the same wall as Ithilwen so he could lean into the pair of him, is cock entirely buried in Valencia who in turn was neck-deep in Ithilwen. While his knot had found its place tied within the bat-hybrid's depths, he didn't stop thrusting. He felt his massive balls tensing up to squeeze and pump more of his essence deep into his lover, who in turn was getting shoved deeper and deeper into his esteemed guest, Ithilwen.

That's when Valencia saw her opportunity. Both of her wing-hands were squeezed tight inside Ithilwen next to her, so she forced both ahead in a diving position, with index fingers guiding the way right into the canine's loosened cervix. Her wing finger tips were poking out next to her neck, but the angle of the digits and the fact that her wings were draped over her back and shoulders meant that her body was now perfectly streamlined.

And it was here, right before the apex, that Ithilwen finally noticed what was happening. She felt the pressure emerge in her womb as Valencia's hands probed against her abdominal walls from inside. She glanced down to see the twin bulges as well as the emerging wing tips draped over Val's back. Ithilwen blinked once to take in the visual, shrugged her shoulders, and pushed down as hard as she could, eager to feel Valencia fully inside her.

Ilorek saw her facial expressions and witnessed her body language, correctly interpreting it as eager consent. Once he read her actions and saw this, he bucked as hard as he could, forcing Valencia to plow through Ithilwen's depths, quickly forcing her to curl up in a ball inside the canine's womb. This left only her tail and legs sticking out as Ilorek's cock, still knotted to Valencia, was now fully inside Ithilwen.

The full-bodied sensation was exquisite, the stretch quite filling, and the friction of Valencia's body shifting and squirming inside a little too much to handle. Ithilwen then closed her legs, rolled onto her side, and curled up into a ball, the angle of her body tugging Valencia's body of Ilorek's cock while the pressure forced the rest of Val up into Ithilwen. Ilorek's cock emerged from Val and passed through Ithilwen's opening before flopping down, half erect and leaking hippogryph mess all over the hay below, a mess that also leaked out of Valencia and passed through Ithilwen's passage.

With one final motion, Ilorek rubbed Ithilwen's clit with his thumb, massaging her lower belly to help shift Valencia around inside. It didn't take him long, with the help of Val, to have her curled up in a perfect little ball within Ithilwen's womb, cervix sealed back up post unbirth. Once he was content that Ithilwen was happy and basking in the afterglow, he got to his feet and offered her a hand up. She looked pregnant, fully ready to burst, but she wasn't going to be letting Val out for a little while.

Ithilwen took in a deep breath and rubbed her swollen belly. "I admit, I wasn't expecting that today when I was sent out here." She took Ilorek's hand and got to her feet, wobbling a bit. She wasn't fully prepared for this, but it wasn't hard to put the pieces together and realize there was something with Ilorek's fluids and Valencia's bite that made her body more habitable, not unlike the vore potions.

"Well, you got what you came for, do you need anything else?" Ilorek offered as he stepped out of the stall, grabbed his kilt, and put it back on.

"I should be fine, I was just told to pick her up." She patted her belly, rubbing it a bit while following him. She got her own tank top and skirt and struggled to put them on, as her newly pregnant belly was making things difficult on both ends.

Ilorek nodded. "Well, you have our information if you need to call me up. You have yourself a wonderful day, eh darlin'?"

She nodded and stood tall before making her way to the open door. She composed herself as best she could, pondering just how peculiar and spontaneous this all was. While at The Vore House this sort of thing was a daily occurrence. Here, it was unexpected. Fortunately, Valencia was notably smaller than she was or she'd not have been able to take the bat-hybrid gal fully. Ithilwen had one ravenous spade, but she wasn't able to stretch far enough to handle someone her size.

After hobbling out to her car, she opened the driver side door and slipped inside, finally relaxing after only a half hour or so of intense, casual fun.

"What took you so long?" Poojawa asked. The purple and silver sabre-sune had been waiting in the car the whole time. She glanced sidelong at Ithilwen's belly. "And where'd you get that? Who is it?"

Ithilwen turned the car on, put it in reverse, and then left The Ranch. "Just who I came to pick up. You'll see when we get back. I'm pretty sure you and her will get along just fine."