And round two!
You nod. For a girl like this, you can definitely manage another round. She claps her claws together, prancing a little on her hind legs. And then she tumbles onto her back, her wings spread out to either side of her. From there, she just starts laughing, running her claws through the plumage of her breast.
You stand there for a moment, not totally sure how to proceed. She lifts her head and cocks a brow at you. "What are you waiting for? A written invitation?" She spreads her hind legs a little wider, tail swishing along the ground, beckoning you closer.
That's all the encouragement you need. You drop to your knees and lean over her, carefully putting your palms to the floor so that you're not on her wings. She smiles, takes your wrists, and moves your hands until you're pinning her wings to the floor.
"Bigger boys than you have yet to break me in half." There's a glint of wildness in her eyes as she whispers, "Don't hold back."
She's already dripping wet when you spread the lips of her cunt with your cock, pushing it in nice and slow. It's not too tight, but it's not too loose either.
She gives a few squeezes and breathy groans as you work your length into her, pushing deeper until your pelvis meets the soft, fuzzy warmth of her haunches.
Her teats stand out against the silky curve of her belly, and you let go of one of her wings to give them a few experimental caresses.
Now that you know how deep you can go, it's time to get to work. You slide almost all the way out, keeping her open with just your head. She clicks her beak a little, brow furrowing as another shiver runs through her. "Come on," she whispers. "Give me everything you've got."
You’ve kept her waiting long enough. You plow into her like a rail spike, the meat of her haunches cushioning your hips. She lets out a long, rolling trill of a moan, digging her claws into the carpet on either side of her.
You pick up the pace, pulling back and thrusting in a bit more swiftly. Her back arches as you build up a rhythm, slapping softly against her each time you drive into her warm, sticky depths.
She gasps quietly between breathy, unintelligible sounds. As she locks eyes with you, you let your hand wander again. Your fingers comb through the short, silky fur of her feline half, tweaking and tugging on the parallel rows of nipples that run along her underside.
She glances down at your hand, and you hesitate. The griffon giggles lewdly, taking your wrist in her claw and directing it further up, over her breast. The soft plumage of her neck tickles your palm. She lets your hand settle there, then wraps her claw around it and squeezes.
You ask if she wants you to choke her, and she nods enthusiastically. You slow down as you express your concerns, but she just rolls her eyes and grabs your hip with her other claw. “Do you know how hard it is to find a partner with fingers and opposable thumbs out there?! You’ve got ‘em, so use ‘em!”
She did say not to hold back. You take a deep breath and hope for the best. As soon as you start to squeeze, she lets out a gargled moan of approval. She grips your hand tighter, and you apply more pressure.
The results show almost immediately through her performance. She starts choking out all sorts of swoons and chirps, rolling her hips against you all the while. Her eyes lid and her beak parts, but she keeps her claw on your hand, wordlessly insisting that you continue.
You feel something dusting down your back. A quick glance reveals it to be her tail, the bristly tuft like a dry paintbrush. Her claw slides up your side, the tips of her talons tracing over your back.
Her pussy starts to squeeze in a rolling motion, tightening in waves, bringing you closer and closer to climax. Her wings flutter against the ground, the muscles tensing in the wing you’re still pinning.
This is the final stretch. She pulls you in closer, your chest pressed to hers as she breathes fitfully. Her whole body trembles when she cries out, soft and shrill at the same time. You feel her convulse around your cock, building toward the crescendo.
She clenches once, twice, and then tosses her head back as her pussy goes into relentless spasms, milking you for everything you’re worth. You explode into the frothing sea between her haunches, and ride out the apex with her.
Only when you’re completely drained and her hips have stopped mirroring your motions does she release your hand from her throat. There are bright red claw marks in your flesh, some of which appear to be bleeding, but you ignore it for now. She almost seems to deflate, heaving a happy sigh as she rests her head on the floor. You pull yourself out of her and flop to the side, panting as you lay next to her.
This is all non-canon, of course.