>"Spread your wings for me my little hummingbird."
>That's how he always started.
>...
>It has become... routine.
>He would come down here, and toy with you for a few minutes, simply to assert his dominance over you.
>He'd always wanted to remind you that-
>"I said spread them."
He delivers a soft slap across between your shoulders, at the base of your wings.
>Instinctively, your wings fan open, and while you flinch for a moment, you manage to maintain the display.
>Then, just like before, his hand begins to trail up your hind legs.
>"Now are you going to fight me again? Or has your stupid little bird brain finally learned better.
>Bird brain.
>He always says that, but it's not true.
>/You're/ the apex predator.
>You have a killer instinct, not some stupid pigeon bra-
>You feel his hand advance further up your leg, and instinctively, you try to tuck your tail.
>He laughs, and brushes it away, before placing his hand on your sex.
>"I don't know why you still fight me my little hackling, you know you love this.
>But you don't!
>You don't love this!
>You hate him!
>You hate what he's doing to you!
>Before you have time to react, he begins to gently rub your wings, and your sex.
>Instantly, your body tightens, and you flex your muscles.
>You can't give in to this.
>Not this time.
>He doesn't own-
>"You know that Griffons mate for life right? Your body already knows that it belongs to me."
>He removes his hand from under your now raised tail, and holds it before your eyes.
>If your beak wasn't held shut by this damn muzzle, you would bite his hand clean off.
>"It's only been a few seconds, and you're already soaked for me. Your body /needs/ me now Gilda, I'm the only want it wants - Just accept that."
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>Panicking, you try to break free, but your restraints allow almost no movement.
>He doesn't talk, but instead chuckles, and returns his hand to your sex...
>A few minutes pass as he continues his gentle caressing.
>You can feel the wetness leaking down your legs.
>Squinting your eyes shut, you try desperately to maintain focus.
>You can't let him win.
>"Are we almost ready to sing my little bird?"
>He chuckles.
>"Of course not, your body would need something a little more... substantial... for that to happen."
>His words barely resister.
>You can't let him do this to you.
>You are the apex predator- not him!
>He's just a dumb monkey!
>An overgrown Diamond dog!
>Your entire body tenses.
>Your claws extend.
>Your chest is unbelievably tight.
>Then, without warning, he removes his hand from your wing, and brings it under your belly.
>Your mind realizes all to late what's happening.
>He gently rubs your chest, and instantly, the tension breaks.
>Your head drops in defeat, as your body instantaneously relaxes.
>There is a soft, gentle, relaxing humming noise in their air.
>The sound that griffons only make when they feel safe laying with their mate.
>You're...
>You're... Purring
>"There we go Gilda, that's my little hummingbird..."