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In spite of all that had happened with Zean, Talba was not entirely satisfied. Well, that's a bit of a misnomer. She was satisfied at the time, but his aggressively sized knot, lengthy shaft, and the voluminous mess that had been deposited within her left the hippogryph princess in a state of heightened need. A state that left her desiring more mere minutes after the gryphon left her chambers.

From the moment the door shut in his wake, Talba found herself on her side, her thighs trapping her hand in place against her loins and the swell of her cum-filled belly pressing against her forearm. At first she kept the palm there to keep any mess of his from making a mess of her red velvet sheets, but the pressure of her upper legs mixed with the subtle, half-conscious shaking and shuddering of her post-orgasm aftershocks winked her clit against her wrist and allowed her moistened lips to hungrily swallow up her fingers. The plump nature of her flesh kept her digits snug inside her, so much so that the hypersensitivity that coursed through her loins kept her in a constant state of near-bliss.

As she lay there on her bed, head resting on her pillow and beak agape, her tongue lolled out and drool pooled in the fabric only to get absorbed, leaving a darkened spot. She didn't notice. She didn't care. Even as she moaned and whimpered to herself, wrist curling and fingers spreading herself to slowly ease her knuckles past her lips, she couldn't help but flag her tail and shift her body. The sloshing of Zean's essence in her womb tickled her from within, her belly feeling just a little bloated and the pressure on her cervix keeping her attention.

She needed the right position to really tickle herself the right way, she couldn't do it on her side like that, especially not with a belly big and round like she was carrying an egg. Sure, the pressure of her thighs squeezing her hand into herself, eventually all the way to the wrist, was pleasant but she wanted something a bit more vigorous. Something to help break the dam and let that seed out of her.

Time passed with her flesh wrapped around her wrist and the bulge of her gravid belly against her forearm. She clenched her loins, she winked her clit, and she chirped to herself in delight, each moment one farther from Zean. The regret built up inside her; she wished she'd stopped him before he left. As far as she was concerned he wasn't quite done with her and she wasn't done with him. But now he had to have been long gone, out the castle and returning to the market to finish his shopping before returning to his tribe.

It was too late and she knew it. Too late to have him finish her off, but not too late to enjoy the present he left. She patted her belly with her free hand and rolled over onto her back with knees up and legs spread, trapped hand still curled up into her pussy with her rolling clit grinding against her wrist. The angle was perfect. With her propped up by her pillows and her armoire at the foot of her bed, she could clearly see her loins even over the bulge of her belly. It was a glorious, delicious sight.

She never noticed just how dark pink her lips grew when she was exceptionally horny. Normally they were a light peach. Plump, slightly juicy, and well defined but devoid of hair or feathers. But now, it was closer to that of a cherry, fleshy but dark. The juiciness of her arousal so intense that even the subtle dancing of the nearby candlelight could be seen reflecting off her folds.

Slowly, she pulled her hand out of herself, the swollen flesh holding tight for a bit before letting go with a squelch, her opening sliding past her knuckles with a relaxed sputtering. Ever curious, she wrapped her other arm around her swollen belly and tugged at her opposite lip, ensuring each hand got one side. Four fingers per hand, thumb buried in between her clit and the crook of her vulva. As she pried herself open to gape herself, she could see that her insides were even darker and more vibrant. Nearly blood red and oozing slick arousal.

This contrast further showed that her lips were closer to a mauve or dark magenta, while her inner wall was closer to the cherry pink. She couldn't see too far into herself, not from that angle and not without more light. Her eternal curiosity got the better of her, so she kept her fingers inside herself and scuttled down the bed, using her beak to bring a pillow with her until she reached the foot of her bed, the closest she'd get to the mirror.

With some wriggling and careful twisting, she was able to use her beak to fold the pillow up under her neck and hoist her hips up over the footboard, talons gripping the wood. She left claw marks, but that wasn't a big deal; she could either afford to replace them or simply have it repaired. The added vantage point gave her a bit more detail to work with, and as she gazed into her own fleshy abyss she couldn't help but grin a bit.

She was still horny, of course. She wanted to be stuffed, to have some flesh pumping in and out of her, but now she was also in a curious mood. She wanted to get a good look at herself. This was not something she did often, if ever. For the most part, she just rubbed herself to get in the mood, stuffed a toy or partner inside, and rode them until both she and them were satisfied. Looking wasn't a top priority, even if she was able to give herself an examination without tools.

One thing she noticed was that the roof of her pussy - the anterior wall when laying on her back - was more wrinkled and swollen than the floor. As she winked, that part seemed to pulsate and nearly seal off her opening only to relax a bit. Impressive. What was more interesting was that she saw another hole lining that anterior wall just beyond the base of her clit. It was her urethral, a direct route to her bladder, which was steadily leaking mare ejaculate. The pressure of her womb pressing on it gave her little reprieve. Curious, she slipped a single finger in there to see how it felt.

Almost instantly, she cringed and pulled back out, the discomfort a bit too much to handle. It was vaguely similar to when she got her womb penetrated, but sharper and closer to the surface. The sensation was not pleasant, but it was the type of unique that drove her to try again, this time with two fingers, one from either hand. She wiggled each one in, back and forth, until both were buried to the knuckle. Once she felt that lurch and she was able to overcome the mild discomfort, she tugged her hole open to expose the flesh inside there, which was a peachy colour with an orange tinge as opposed to the deep cherry pink of her pussy walls.

Still curious and already there, she then wormed her pinkies down to tease her tailhole pucker. The plump, donut of flesh was still throbbing and swollen from Zean's assault, and it was also as moist and slick as the rest of her. Before long she was able to also pry open her rump, exposing the deep blood red ripples of her tail hole's depths.

All in all she had her thumbs grinding and rolling her engorged clit by sliding between it and her lips, her index fingers prying open her urethra, her ring and middle fingers in her pussy gaping her right to her womb, and her pinkies spreading open her booty in a nearly comically flat gape. It was interesting to her how each entrance to her loins was subtly different. Her urethra was the same colour as the mottling on her clit, a subtle orange-pink hue with completely slick and textureless walls. Her Vulva and rump hole were both the same plump mauve or dark magenta tone, while the inside of her pussy was tightly wrinkled and pulsating on the anterior wall while being smooth and subtly rippled along the underside. Her booty was made of many tight folds that were in a constant state of undulation. Each hole subtly different both for her and her partners.

No wonder some folks preferred one over the other. She hadn't done urethral penetration before but based on the unique if subtly unpleasant sensations she was happy to try.

She was about to relax and seal herself up by releasing her openings when she shifted her body just enough to let the light illuminate her all the way to her cervix, which appeared to be dilated. Inside, she could see the shifting and rolling of what appeared to be black and orange fur until a tiny little hand poked out, extending through her gaping pussy to nearly touch her finger.

Curious, she watched a bit longer, noting that the bulge in her belly shifted the same time she saw whoever it was inside her was trying to escape. One hand dilated her cervix from within, kneading her walls to loosen her up until the little guy found her opening with his other hand. Only then, with both of his wrist poking out and kneading her pussy walls, did she think twice about letting this fellow out. The sensations of his expert motions massaging her walls made her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. Despite this, she didn't let go of her lips, she kept them pried open to leave a gaping chasm right to her womb.

Then, in the bliss of near-orgasmic delight she pushed down like she was enduring a egg based contraction, forcing her cervix to descend nearly to the end of her pussy's length where it came to rest just below her clit. Two black and grey furred hands had come out of her, both up to the elbow, to curl up and wrap around her clit for leverage only to slip off and flail about.

Talba whimpered a bit at the feeling of her depths being assaulted by this fellow deep within her thrashing about. His paws were kneading against the walls of her womb, his head was nuzzling the inside of her cervix in an attempt to worm its way out, and his two hands were extending from her depths to grab at her walls, her lips, her fingers, and her clit. All of it was a sensory overload, so even as Talba was doing labour pushes and her womb nearly descended out her opening, she couldn't help but fall back, release her lips, grab her sheets in orgasmic bliss, and bite her pillow with her beak.

As she did all that, her depths constricted in time with her every contraction, her vaginal walls clenched around him, and her depths sucked the little guy back up, slurping him into her womb as her depths collapsed and pulsated, sealing off the entrance and forcing him to curl up inside her. Soon thereafter, her cervix sealed up fully, locking him in place as her walls twitched and her clit winked and what little air had been trapped inside her was squeezed out.

This left her exhausted, legs draped over the end of the bed and belly constantly shifting as her little gift from Zean continued to squirm inside her. She was breathing heavily, one hand on her belly as she tapped and tickled the shifting bulges. "Oh no, you're not getting out of me that easily. If Zean had you contained I'm sure it was for a good reason." She then took in a deep breath, clenched her loins with all her might to swallow him fully, and then rolled over onto her bed. She wanted to get up and take whoever this was back to Zean but the full-bodied orgasm that rocked her drained the last of her energy for real this time.

She was exhausted. Her loins continued to tingle, but she lacked the energy to do anything about it. Instead, she fell into sleep on her back, legs spread and pussy exposed. Before long, the squirming in her womb slowed to a crawl and eventually stopped as her little gift realized he wasn't escaping her. Not today. Not yet.

The following morning, she woke up in a peculiar position. She was on her knees with her butt up and her tail flopped over her back, head pressed to her pillow and hands on the bed between her knees. This gave full access to her personal space from all angles and she couldn't help but wonder if she'd been fantasizing in her sleep again. She didn't dream, or if she did she failed to remember any details so it was just confusing.

At least, that was until she tried to move and remembered she had someone in her womb and it was applying pressure to her loins from within in a way that ensured any position that put any pressure on her belly or abdominal wall was making things worse. Or better. The deep sensations of discomfort and pleasure were mixing in a way that left her unsure if she wanted to put an end to it or if she wanted to squat down and force it out of her. Once she rolled off the bed and landed on her foot-talons, she immediately felt the weight of her passenger pressing down against her cervix and bladder.

She had to pee. This was non-negotiable. Immmediately she slipped around her bed and disappeared into her personal loo, the one attached to her bedroom. Once she sat down she realized just how intense the pressure had become. Sure, once she relieved herself she felt a bit better, but the somewhat oblong bulge in her midsection made even sitting difficult.

When Talba began to stroke her belly to see if she could calm her passenger, she noticed that there were no further bulges and no squirming happening inside her. Everything was calm but firm. How odd. It wasn't until she pressed down on her abdominal wall and was met with absolute resistance that she realized what had happened. Her passenger was encased in an egg! Her body must have shelled him up after her womb sealed up post-orgasm!

She gulped. This egg was a bit bigger than she was used to and knew that it would be quite the task to get it out. She could do it with enough time and patience, but she had more royal duties to tend to and people would think it weird to see her sleek and well-toned one day but fully pregnant the next.

The princess had to do something about this. There were options, including her personal medical team she could summon to help her out, but she knew what she wanted to do. Certain of her next step, she grabbed a maternity dress - one of the ones she had in the back of her closet for when she was heavy with an egg-burden - and slipped into it before leaving her chambers.

This dress was simple and frilly, a similar colour to her natural peach feathers with layers of ornate fabric layered over each other to mask her bulge. She still clearly possessed a bump that anyone could see, but she found herself narrowly balancing between being just powerful enough to keep people from asking questions and just well-covered up enough that few would think twice about it.

It was still early in the morning, and she needed to find Zean. Problem was, she had no idea where to find him. He didn't tell her where he was staying for his visit in Arrenthen, and while she did have the royal guard looking out for her, she hadn't instructed them to keep watch over him. Her only hope was that the gryphon drake had spent the night and was head and shoulders taller than even the members of the royal guard, who were in turn just as much taller than the average civilian.

She was right. After asking the equine guardsmen if they'd seen a tall and strong-looking purple gryphon with a bunch of face and head plumage they were able to guide her all the way beyond the castle walls and into a nearby Inn. One of the cheapest inns at the edge of the city limits, right between the town's main population and the surrounding farms that eventually bled into the surrounding jungle.

Despite her position nearly atop the monarchy, Talba was actually quite nervous as she took the final steps up to the front door of the inn and tavern. It just occurred to her that she had no real plan for what she was going to do once she saw Zean. She didn't even know if he'd be in here, and her status ensured that everyone would be staring and judging her for her belly bump.

She was about to pull away from the door and hire some street urchin to go look for her so she didn't risk entering without knowing Zean was still around, but just as she did so the door swung open to reveal a cute-looking wolf with a thick feathered cloak and a greatsword on his back. He was somewhere between Talba and Zean's size, and looked like a warrior of some sort. He smiled down at her, revealing some gnarly facial scars that went up his cheek and over his eye. This bloke looked like he'd seen many battles and came out the other side the victor.

His voice was quite cordial and noble. "Oh, skies above, my apologies. Here." He moved to the side and motioned for Talba to enter the pub before he exited. He didn't seem to recognize her, as he didn't call her by her title; he just seemed very polite.

Talba entered and turned to him before he left. "I'm looking for a rather large fellow. A gryphon with two-toned violet and lavender plumage. He's a bit taller than you, real floofy 'round the neck."

"Oh, Zean! He's a travelling companion of mine! Quite the gentledrake, too. If he is a little rough around the edges!" The wolf tried to wink with his scarred eye. "We'll be leaving this evening, so you'd best catch him as soon as you can. Here's the key to his room. It's out by the stables!"

"You're just giving away his position? A seasoned warrior like yourself should be more-"

"Hah! My dear, my lovely, lovely mare. I'd never stand between Zean and a gorgeous hen such as yourself. I know what you're here for, now waste no time, I'm sure he'll be pleased!" The wolf handed her the key and quickly zipped out of the tavern, flowing cape of feathers and fur waving behind him. What a peculiarly polite fellow.

Talba turned to glance around the tavern, shocked to see that nobody was staring at her. Not one head turned to glance her way. Part of her was relieved she didn't need to make a big deal of it, but the other part of her was a little insulted that nobody was responding to her presence. Maybe they just didn't think someone of her stature would be in a dingy, run-down tavern at the edge of the rural part of town. Or maybe this was the part of the populace that wasn't personally acquainted with the royal family. Either way, she was free to carry on with her quest.

She looked at the wooden tag wired to the key and saw it was room 16, two-story. Not sure what that meant, but the barkeep had no problems pointing her in the right direction. He was a little brazen with her, grinning like he thought she was a whore looking for a mark or something.

In an odd way, that actually made her swell with pride. She was luscious enough for sex work. Made her feel attractive. She was, after all, wearing her maternity dress as opposed to her royal garments. It made sense that most wouldn't be familiar with her and that she looked less like nobility and more like a sex worker. Many conflicting thoughts swirled in the back of her mind as she left the tavern's master and headed towards the rooms by the stables.

This interaction made her reminisce to the time she considered trying that line of work only to be told by her parents that there was no way any member of any royal family would be seen in the whore houses of the blue-flame district. She'd actually considered sneaking out and doing it at night with a mask on or some sort of mild alteration potion to make her look different than normal. The adventure of taking on the roughest and toughest warriors out there and making coin off it excited her in ways that typical diplomacy never could.

Meetings about budgets and taxes were sexy, but nowhere near as fun as the throbbing joy of a cock buried to the hilt in her. And as a mare, she could take the roughest of poundings. As a hen who regularly laid eggs the size of her entire midsection she could handle girth beyond most girls. She was a perfect blend of the two, and she had the lust to maintain it for days on end.

Those images and fantasies kept her busy right up until she approached the door, which was double-height. Perfect for Zean, too big for her. Maybe that's what it meant by two-story, that the room had extra height to take care of the larger fellows. That was something she absolutely needed to know if she was going to be dealing with this sort of thing.

She knocked and waited, hands on her rump and curled up under her tail. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her toes, eager to see him. She heard him rummaging around a bit before he opened the door but hid most of his body behind the door. One idle sniff of the air emanating from his room told her he was either nude or recently engaged with some other ladies.

Zean's eyes lit up as he saw Talba, the plumage on his head and neck standing on end. "Prin-" He began but was immediately silenced when Talba grabbed his beak to clamp it shut.

"Nobody seems to know that, now shush. Can I come in?" She asked, casually trying to get a look inside his room. She didn't see anything peculiar but did see that Zean was entirely nude. His massive sheath was engorged and there was a light trail of dark fur that was clearly moistened from some form of arousal. The scent of gryphon drake quickly blasted her nares, but she was fixated on the task at hand. She wanted to quickly slip in so they could talk.

"Yes, of course." He nodded excitedly and ushered her in, closing the door behind her. He opened his beak to ask but then saw the clearly defined bulge in her belly. "Ah, is my little friend giving you trouble?"

Talba leaned against the closed door and chuckled a bit. "No, no trouble. Nothing at all, really." She began to rub her belly. "I think he's been egged. Here, feel."

Zean reached out and she too his hand, pressing its palm against her belly. He gave a gentle knead and could feel clearly that nothing inside was moving. Just one big, hard shell encasing her womb and his friend inside. "I see, I see. Yes. Is this normal for you?"

"Yeah, more or less. Doesn't happen all the time. I forgot I was on the cusp of being gravid last night. Your little deposit must have accelerated the process and now he's, well, he's pretty well held and trapped inside. Gotta get him out unless you plan on waiting around for a week for me to lay naturally."

"Heh." Zean scoffed a bit. "Would serve him right to stay inside a bit longer."

Her ears went down to her skull and she glared at him. "Fine for you, but this egg is very big. Bigger than I'm used to. It will get in the way of my daily duties. I'd like your help getting it out, if possible. If not, well, you likely won't get your friend back." It wasn't a threat, she was merely speaking bluntly. Zean had mentioned it wasn't staying in town long and her reverse gestation was likely to take longer than his visit. She had no idea what his relationship was to the black and orange-furred bloke he'd left in her, but she knew she didn't want to have to deal with him once Zean was gone.

Zean waved his hand dismissively. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'll gladly help. So what do you need me to do? How can I be of service?" He stood tall and proud, a pose seemingly meant to deliberately show off his groin, which was just below Talba's face height.

"I just need your help dilating me, to loosen me up enough that the egg slips out without me having to wait for my body to go into labour." She explained while glancing around the room. "How you do that is entirely up to you."

"Any way? Any way at all?" He asked, licking his beak. His frills stood on end again and trembled a bit. He couldn't help but spread his wings a bit and dig his claws into the wood of the floor. "I think I could figure out a way to help." He then leaned in and cradled her rump, lifting her up off the ground to carry her over to the bed where he laid her down in a prone position, knees up while leaning on her elbows.

Talba was happy to see this initiative so she let him have his way with her. She got into position the moment she was on the bed, peeling back her maternity dress to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties underneath and that her lips were exceptionally plump and moist even before touching them. The deep mauve of her flesh was close to Zean's lavender, with a pink blush underneath. She was ready for anything and eager to see what he had in mind.

Neither of them wasted a moment of time. Zean immediately got down to his knees next to the bed and slipped his head under her dress, using the crest of his beak, he nuzzled into her lips and lightly massaged her clit, coaxing a series of juicy winks out of her within seconds. He was actually somewhat surprised by this. "You really were ready for some fun when you showed up, weren't you?" He asked from under her desk. The twitching of his head plumage pressed up against the fabric, showing his excitement.

She patted him. "Eggs do that to me." She clenched her loins and winked at him, spewing a slimy strand of herself all over his beak. "You gonna help me out or are you just gonna waste your tongue on words?" Finally, she grabbed his ear through the fabric of her dress and pushed her hips up into him, using his beak for her pleasure.

Naturally, he couldn't wait much longer. He continued nuzzling her loins, gently parting her lips in a series of subtle but distinct slurping sounds as her walls parted and closed back up in response to his motions. The scent was of course quite intoxicating, so Zean had to get a taste. He leaned into her, wrapped both hands around her thighs to hoist her closer, and extended his tongue into her, its length slipping between her lips with ease.

He considered keeping a tight view on her nethers from this close up - the glistening detail of her flesh was as delicious as the flavors - but her dress was keeping things from giving him much light. Even with his keen, avian eyes he had a hard time focusing. Instead, he closed his eyes and focused on the taste and the subtle twitching of her walls clenching around his tongue.

Every time her loins contracted, he pushed in a bit deeper and curled his tongue up to press against the roof of her pussy, coaxing more and more of her fluids from her depths and onto his beak. Hungry for more and with his arms in the perfect position around her thighs, he crawled each of his finger tips inward, tugging her lips open to expose more of her silken depths to his beak. Much to his delight, when he did this he was able to nuzzle her a bit deeper. When he let go of her lips, they wrapped around his beak with ease, smothering him.

At least that's how it started. The moment he let go, she clenched again, forcing all but the tip of his tongue out of her. It was shocking just how powerful her pelvic muscles actually were; even with him being twice her size and considerably thicker and stronger than her, she had no problems forcing him out. She knew it, too. Her lust and lifestyle ensured she had plenty of control between the legs, the pussy of a well-trained whore. An expert in the field of cock massage.

"What's the matter?" She lightly teased. "Why'd you stop?"

He poked his head out from under the dress and bit her on the leg, eyes narrowed as if to question her desire to challenge him. Without saying a word, he yanked her closer, flipped up her dress so that it was no longer in the way, and went back to work. Only this time, he kept his hands prying at her lips to keep her open and hungry for more of his flesh.

Except when she clenched. Her pussy would gape open so he could see all the way to her cervix when she was relaxed, but then her entire cavern collapsed whenever she winked her clit, giving him the visual of her bright, cherry pink walls sealing off while the ring of her vulva flesh remained open. All he could do when she did this was nuzzle and grind his beak against her clit and her walls.

Zean was trying to give her proper foreplay, to loosen her up a bit, but she wasn't making it easy. She was already soaking wet and her flesh was already soft, plump, and pliable, to the point his talons were nearly slipping out of her every time she clenched down.

"You know, you're not making this easy." He joked in between tongue-lashings.

"I'm trying to make it hard, you know." She teased back. "So make use of it."

Not a subtle hint at all. And Zean was by no means one to deny her request. Plus, as he'd been nuzzling and licking and spreading her to get a better and deeper taste, his own member had swelled within his sheath, the tip poking out and drooling over his balls. His tail feathers twitched and his toes curled a bit. He quickly pulled away, licked his beak, and came to a kneeling position next to her with his sheath hovering over her, giving her a good look.

She responded by bringing her foot-talons up to start kneading at either side of his sheath, peeling it back and exposing more of his length before letting them toe-crawl down to his balls and then back up to massage either side of the base again and expose more of him. "That's what I'm looking for." She confessed. "Think that'll loosen me up very well. Very well indeed." She slid both her feet up off his sheath to start stroking his member, caressing it up and down and eventually slipping her toes into his sheath to tug out his knot.

Zean was impressed with her talon dexterity, and Talba was turned on by the sensation of his knot popping out from its confines and swelling to half-mast against the pressure of her foot-talons. She couldn't help but knead each knot lobe, and he couldn't help but grab the tip and aim it down.

He pressed himself against her, grinding the underside of his shaft against her clit with each pump of his hips. This smeared his natural lubricant all over her mound, with his tip poking the underside of her belly bulge through her dress.

She loved this but realized she'd need to walk back to the castle in this dress, so she took a moment to scoot out from under him, hoist her dress up over her head, and toss it to the side. This left her fully nude and exposed as she crawled back into position under his member at the edge of the bed. "Sorry about that. Proceed."

"Not a problem." He cordially responded. Then, without missing a beat, he grabbed his shaft just below the tapered tip and aimed it directly between her lips. He rubbed himself against her a bit more until he found the right angle, then immediately pushed in, his length disappearing between her folds. Only, instead of going all the way in, it stopped half way down the shaft as he found the limit to her natural depths.

Talba winced a bit as she felt him ramming against the egg inside her. She could see that Zean was concerned about this, so she hand-waved away his worry. "It's fine, don't stop. It just takes a bit of adjusting! Vaulix and I do this all the time!" As she spoke, she paused every few words to get a breath, her chest heaving and her loins twitching steadily.

Zean remained slightly concerned, but still wrapped both his hands around her hips and slowly pulled on her to force himself deeper. He was very careful to not go too fast but was very firm, pushing into her and tugging in equal measure to gradually stretch her out. He could feel the tip of his cock deep inside her, the very end of it finding the sealed off entrance to her womb. He knew if he gave a bit of a buck he'd force her open, but he opted not to go too far too fast. Instead, he relaxed and slowly pulled out until only his head remained inside her, every ridge of his length teasing her lips and tugging them from within, sputtering out bits of combined fluids every lurching motion.

"Go ahead, I'll be fine. Promise." Talba huffed out through more ragged breaths. She had her hands folded up on her chest, palms down on her belly to give a bit of extra pressure. The angle ensured her womb was filling up more of her abdomen, leaving less room for her pussy and thus less room for Zean. At the same time, she kept her foot-talons up on his hips, ensuring that if she did feel the need to push away she could. Talba knew how to measure the situation and react. She was always in control, even as the bottom of the pairing.

But the more Zean got a feel for her, the more confident he grew. Before long, he was pulling out and bucking into her with increased force, never quite burying his whole length. Every thrust slammed his cock tip against the firm edge of her womb pressing down into her pussy's space, forcing his length to divert every time. It wasn't until he perfectly aimed and found her entrance once more that he was able to confidently push in harder again.

The moment his tip penetrated her sealed off cervix, Talba threw her head back, wrapped her legs around his hips, and reached out to grab his belly fur to tug him in close. She bucked back, thrusting her hips against him to force him deeper, eventually writhing in place and biting down on a pillow, a single tear moistening the plumage around the edge of her beak.

Zean noticed this and stopped, even if she continued bucking and caressing his length. "Are you okay? You look...It looks like you're not."

She stopped to take in a deep breath, casually stroking his belly while her foot-talons stroked his tail feathers. "Yeah, sorry. This sort of thing hurts, but in a good way? It's hard to explain. It hurts, but it hurts in a way that I feel like it's about to feel very good. An impending relief. The pressure is there and it is not pleasant on its own, but the association with the associated release of pressure once everything sort of goes through, hnnnngph!" She grunted and pulled him into her again, clenching her loins and pushing down so that her cervix kissed his cock tip, forcing his head to dilate her and enter her womb.

He wanted to stop, to slow down and make sure all was well, but her enthusiasm was infectious and he couldn't help but allow himself to get lost in lust. He leaned over her, grabbed her hips, and growled happily as he started to buck into her, matching her every move. Each thrust got him a bit deeper, the contention of his cock's girth and the size of the egg inside her struggling to see which one would win. And the more he bucked, the deeper he got and the more his girth won.

Every few shared motions, another ridge of his popped into her depths, her cervix quivering and swallowing up another segment of his cock until her lips kissed his knot and half his shaft was squished up between the hard shell of the egg and the sleek walls of her womb. The pressure was intense, so much so that he almost finished right then and there without ever feeling her flesh swallow his knot.

But Talba had something else in mind. Now that his girth had dilated her enough, she pulled him in close, tapped her beak to his in an affectionate but not intimate kiss, and then pushed him off her, forcing his cock to tug on her depths on the way out, leaving her gaping all the way from lips to cervix. "Thanks! Now I just gotta-" She stopped mid-sentence to grunt, every muscle in her abdomen contracting at once in a labor-induced push. The forced dilation did its job.

Zean wasn't prepared for this, as he was still hard and needy, but he also knew well enough to not push the limits or try to enter her again while she was having egg-contractions. No matter how tight, snug, and incredibly pleasant that would feel for him. Instead, he got down on his knees and tried his best to help her out by holding her knees up and watching closely as her lips parted and her depths opened up for him to see the bulge of the eggshell forcing its way through her cervix. He expected this to be a lengthy process, so he did what he could to divert his attention from his cock to her egg.

But Talba knew better. She reached out in between her contractions and grunts, grabbed his chest, and pulled him in close as she tensed up. She was clearly about to say something when she got interrupted by another contraction. So, rather than instruct him, she simply reached down, grabbed his cock, and pulled it up until it was resting just barely inside her, kissing her cervix. "Trust me." Was all she was able to get out in between grunts and heaves.

There was apprehension in Zean, but he did trust her enough to follow her lead. He covered her with his body and bucked his hips in a series of aggressive but shallow thrusts, each rapidly slamming against the burgeoning shell of the egg. After a minute or so of consistent, powerful mounting, he once again felt his tip wedge itself in between the egg and her walls, squeezed tight at the opening.

Shockingly, it wasn't Zean who made the next move. While he was in power, pumping her full of his essence as his cock ground in between the egg and hr womb walls, it was Talba that thought up what to do next. She twisted herself to slip a hand inside herself next to his cock, and then wormed it around to eventually hook around his tip with two fingers in his urethra. Once she had a proper grip, she tugged him out with a juicy squelch and forced his member to rest heavily on her egg bulge, the end aimed right at her face.

"I have an idea." She said as she cradled his cock with both hands and forced both of her thumbs into his cock hole, prying it open to reveal the deep purple flesh inside.

Zean slowly grinned. "I never thought you'd be so kinky!" He declared, while leaning back to tower over her. "But I like the way you think!"

Talba wasted no time spreading him open, swapping out her thumb on one hand with two and then three, and finally four fingers. She did the same with the other, dilating his opening as wide as his shaft, but not quite big enough for what she had in mind. So, with a tonne of enthusiasm, she shoved her beak in the opening and started shifting her entire head back and forth, penetrating his cock with her face, all while keeping her fingers wedged in either side to keep spreading him open and stretching him well beyond what she thought might be his limit.

He cock-vored this little fellow before, he could handle a bit of passionate inverse face fucking.

Once she was convinced he was stretched enough, she pulled her beak out of his cock hole and then slapped the side like she was preparing him for more. She pushed him down using her foot-talons and then used them to guide his cock back into her, only this time his gaping cock hole was as dilated as her cervix, so when they kissed the blunt end of the egg started to grind against his insides.

This was a rather strange situation for both of them, so Talba took initiative by gripping his hips with her talons, digging them in beyond the fur to demand he give it his all. "Don't be sh-" she tried to encourage him only to have another egg-contraction rock her body, cutting off her words with an audible grunt and flutter that flexed every muscle in her body. This included her feet, which actually dug into Zean's flesh.

But Zean was a warrior. A tribal leader. He was no stranger to flesh wounds, especially ones incurred in the throes of passion. He took her hint and pushed into her as hard as he could, his cock getting stopped and bent as it pressed against the egg. He was not to be dissuaded; the gryphon just kept pushing and bucking, each thrust loosening up his cock hole just a bit more.

All the while, Talba kept all four talons - both foot and hands - balled up in fists as she let out a cry of delight and pain. She chomped down on a pillow again, completely tearing it open in the process, and arched her back to give as much back to Zean as he was giving to her.

Then all at once, Zean's cock lurched deep into her, his knot coming to rest just outside her body. The princess's lips kissed his lobes and his cock tip touched the back end of her womb. What wasn't immediately clear was that his shaft had expanded appropriately to swallow the egg inside her, so when he went to pull out the bulge of the egg in his member formed a sort of second knot, keeping him from getting leverage for a follow-up.

This left them tied together, his cock having gulped down the egg in her womb, his knot just stuck outside of her, and her cervix not willing to give up the prize yet. He couldn't push in deeper thanks to his knot being too big for her, and he couldn't pull out, lest the pressure actually suck the egg back out of him. They were stuck, but not out of options.

Zean leaned down and stroked Talba's mane as he hovered over her, hand keeping him perched up just beyond biting range. He tried his best to be compassionate as he waited for another contraction.

The moment she tensed up and grunted, he leaned in close to give her a thickly-plumaged shoulder and neck to bite down on as he tugged on her, his own cock clenched to keep the egg inside as he tugged on her dilating cervix.

Once she was done, he relaxed and let her body adapt. He stopped tugging, she stopped pushing. But once she contracted again, he clenched and pulled, dilating her cervix a bit more every time. Again and again, he'd push in and relax in between contractions, then with his cock still firmly wrapped around the swallowed egg, he'd tug when she pushed, nearly yanking her womb out of her before her cervix finally gave way!

The girth was even more than it would have been had it just been the egg, but the extra tugging helped. The moment her womb's entrance stretched enough to make it past the thickest part of the egg - which was made even thicker and firmer by the distended flesh of his scales - he held in place as he clenched his cock with all his pelvic might. This resulted in his member and all its features staying in place relative to her flesh and cervix, but since the thickest part was already past her opening he was able to suck the egg out of her. Not only that, but when her cervix started squeezing down on the tapered end of the egg, it actually helped to push while he was tugging it!

In one fluid motion, the egg got forced down his cock and even past the tight part near the knot lobes, leaving his urethra belching in its absence and filling her womb with a mixture of fluids. Another clench and the egg was swallowed by his cock all the way into his own abdomen then gulped down where it landed heavily in his balls.

Oddly enough, the lurch and the physical sensation of the egg passing through him left him with all the same climactic bliss of having finished inside her. This left him collapsing on top of her, pinning her to the bed as his motion and weight forced his knot into her sloppy, temporarily ruined pussy. His cock tip remained in her womb, his knot filling out her pussy passage as her cervix slowly tightened back up in an attempt to seal shut now that the egg was out of her. Only his cock was still keeping her opened up, so it couldn't quite do that.

This left Talba huffing and whimpering as the girth of his member tugged on her womb from within. While she loved the sensation and had finally found herself on the cusp of that pressure-release that would give her the bliss she needed, his continued presence in her stopped that from happening.

Mildly frustrated, she bent her legs, dug her toe-talons into his chest, and pushed him off her. The resulting tug of his ridges and bumps yanking on her cervix from within made her feel like she was being pulled inside out, but the moment his cock escaped her with a glorious squelch, she felt that bliss wash over her and she couldn't help but lay back with her arms spread and pussy drooling a combination of his and hers. A fluid concoction of birthing slime and precum and lubricant.

He fell on his back in the same position next to her, arms out and chest heaving. Both of them lined up their breaths while his cock drooled all over his belly, and her pussy leaked onto her tail. Both were a mess. Neither cared.

"So what happens now?" Talba asked in between ragged gasps.

"To Flynn?"

"That's his name? Yeah. What happens to him? You ever gonna let him go?" Her clit winked and she quickly cupped her lips to capture the resulting mess, which she smeared all over his beak.

He was taken aback and considered mounting her again due to the overwhelming scent that billowed around him. However, given the fact that the room already smelled like her, it didn't have as strong an effect as he was expecting. So instead he just answered while idly stroking his cock. "Yeah, he can come out in a bit. If things go well, the shell should melt, and I'll find someone else to put him in or I'll leave him for now. Haven't decided."

"Sounds fun." She said. "You have no idea how much I want to ride you right now. Just squat on your lap and bounce until I get egged again."

"What's stopping you?" Zean asked, his cock suddenly swelling to full girth again. "Certainly not me. I'd be happy to-"

She rolled over on top of him so that her legs were straddling his chest and her pussy was just out of reach of the tip of his drooling cock. "I have duties to tend to. I shouldn't be here, I just couldn't resist the opportunity to give your buddy back. What's his name, again? Flynn?"

Zean nodded, his free hand sliding up her thigh to tease her lips and rump hole.

"Well one day you should tell Flynn what happened. Maybe he'll be honoured to have been born of royalty." She flicked Zean's beak, hopped up off him, and slipped into her maternity dress, which was now very loose-fitting now that she was devoid of an egg-bulge. She grinned at him with her piercing emerald eyes and offered a salute. "I'm sure your wolf friend will be happy to go a round with you. For now, I wish you the clearest of skies!"

And with that, she slipped out of his chambers and quickly exited the tavern. Again, nobody paused to glance over at them even though they absolutely must have heard her. It wasn't until she was outside that she heard more moaning and howling, presumably from some other couple that were there. Clearly this wasn't a big deal.

She shrugged and lifted her dress so it didn't drag in the mud or dirt and made her way back to the castle. She was back to doing what she loved, but no matter what she couldn't help but fantasize. Zean was a shockingly competent partner. Not just for his own merits but because he was able to emulate what Talba's husband, Vaulix, had done so often in the past. His cock deposited eggs in her all the time, and even pulled them back out from time to time.

As she made her way to the castle, she couldn't help but start planning a surprise visit to the north. She needed Vaulix and just couldn't stand it anymore. Zean had awoken that in her. Had Zean been staying in town, she may have even employed his skills! If she couldn't find the time to make a surprise trip to see Vaulix, then Zean was more than enough to keep her busy.

One way or another she was going to find a way to keep herself occupied.