Breeze

“I-I I- I- Hatter.” He finally managed to splutter after several moments, really struggling with all the feelings that were flooding through him. Least of all the fact that he was now starting to become aroused again, his member trying to throb to life beneath the table, which was certainly going to be a problem if it managed to get anywhere near full hardness, as all she would need to do would be look under the table.

Terror tore into his heart at the idea of being so pathetic he was not able to contain his arousal, and that managing to ruin his date. His whole face turned a deep shade of red as he struggled softly within his seat, trying not to make it obvious what was happening.

His heart was thudding in his ears, all his nerve endings seemed to be tingling, he felt like at at any moment he was simply going to collapse before her and have a heart attack.

And the griffon seemed to notice non of this, a soft smile spreading across her beak as she stared at him and calmly spoke “Well, I-I-I Hatter, it’s nice to meet you,” She said, trying to replicate his stuttering. “I have to say, it’s not very often I have a stallion just throw themselves at me like this, not in this way anyhow. Most of them just want to get sex from me, not serve me endlessly. Are you sure it’s not just sex you’re after?”

As she spoke, she drank noisily from her milkshake, before her tongue slowly extended from out of her beak and licked up all the milkshake that had managed to spill from out around her lips.

Hatter knew that she had done it on purpose! She was teasing him by drinking a milkshake for Celestia’s sake. And it worked, soon his cock was hard as could be, filled with his life blood and throbbing needfully under the table. The only thing that saved him was the red trench coat he wore and the fact he could use it to cover his member from the side, preventing anyone from seeing if they just took a quick glance.

“S-sex? No! Of course not!” Hatter said. Now, Now, normally Hatter was nowhere near this nervous, but he really had overpowering feelings for this griffon female and he had never dealt with anything like this situation before.

“I see. So, would you care to explain this?” She said.
Hatter was about to question what it was that she was refering to when one of her talon feet swung forward under the table and gently tapped against his balls.

Almost instantly his question was cut off by a pained squeak as he slammed forward onto the table, his eyes rolling up as every nerve in his body screamed, just for a moment.
As Hatter thrashed about on the table, doing his best impression of a dying fish, the female griffon simply acted like nothing was wrong, scraping her sharpened talons against the stone beneath her chair as if she had just touched something dirty while sipping from her milkshake, which was now almost empty.

“I don’t appreciate being lied to Hatter, and if you were being truthful about not just being in it for the sex, then you have a lot of work to do. Of course, I’m more then happy to help you, back at my mansion. So, are you only intreasted in me for the sex, stallion?” She said, the final word sounding almost questioning.

“N-No!” Hatter squeaked, pinning his body against the table as he tried to deal with the searing pain that was tearing through his balls, but on the upside it had managed to get rid of his erection, so that was good!

She placed down the milkshake now that it was empty with a decisive thud, her taloned hand reaching forward to tussle his hair and knock his hat off.

“Good, let’s get back to the mansion then!”

Hatter could not believe it, his whole world seemed to be melting away around him. He had done it! This female was taking him back to her home, and it was because she liked him.

The stallion was still falling apart, so he did not have the strength to walk next to her, instead he was walking behind her, both in an attempt to limit the amount of time she spent watching him fall apart, and so that he could get a nice view of her rear.

She seemed to be aware of this fact as well, and as she walked ahead of him, he swore that she was wiggling her rear from side to side. It was not in a teasing fashion, nor a slutty one. Somehow, the subtle movements of her rear within the black silk dress managed to look refined.

And he knew that it was not teasing, it was more tempting. She was daring him to just for a moment give into his urges, prove to her that it had in fact been all about the sex, and then who knows what she would do to him.

Hatter certainly did not know, and he did not want to find out either, so he kept his erection contained and his eyes on everything but her rear.