Lover's Hope

~Lovers’ Hope
Note: This is a Sequel to 'The Scene in the Stables' and it assumes you've read that story first.
tags: gryphonxhuman, mild yuri, elf, impregnation

Taliana rapped on the door of Penelope’s room, unable to contain her excitement. She knew she had to rein it in a little, but after everything, she was just happy to be able to repay her debt to the gryphon rider.
The door opened as the tired-eyed blonde glanced at the overly excited, diminutive elf.
	“It’s not even sunup! I like you Tali, but not that much!”
	“You want to hear this though!” Taliana was literally quivering.
	“I’ll bite, what’s up?”
Taliana’s voice dropped to a whisper, “can I come in first?”
Penelope sighed, she shouldn’t be surprised at the request. She widened the door, letting Taliana in.
The elf immediately sprang to Penelope’s bed, flinging herself to a seated position. With a wry grin, she motioned for Penelope to close the door.
Penelope complied, with yet another sigh and gazed at her. Taliana was about ready to explode.
	“Well?”
	“Promise to stay quiet?”
	“I hope you haven’t come for sex, I’ve got patrol at sunrise.”
	“No, I learnt my lesson the other morning that that can wait till later. No, I haven’t been able to sleep so I went wandering. I found a shaman who lives in the foothills-“
	“Magda?”
	“Yeah, her-“
	“She’s a hermit for a reason, best to not go bothering her. It’s hard enough convincing her we mean well up here when we leave her alone.”
	“You never… listened to her have you?”
Penelope’s brow furrowed, “What do you mean?”
	“I didn’t say names, but I mentioned what we do in the stables.”
Penelope’s eyes narrowed, “Tali, you’re my best friend up here, last thing I want is for your careless words to end that…”
	“Hear me out!” Taliana confronted the challenge head on, “I kind of got weary of your lamentations about not being able to bear Az’s kids. I mean, I get it, you love him more than life itself right? You want to prove that to him by giving him kids, right?”
Penelope fell silent, unsure why Taliana was using something so sensitive against her, “I… Where are you going with this…?”
	“Magda belonged to a tribe of gryphon riders that used to frequent these parts, before they got wiped out by a local deathcult, the very one the aerie was established to eliminate.”
	“I remember the history but…”
	“That tribe practiced things most would have taboos on. She saw hope when I talked about what we did actually, she said something scattered about how the tribe might emerge like a phoenix.”
Penelope leant against her dresser, “Go on…”
	“The men would ride gryphons into battle, while the tribe’s women bred with the gryphons. Not just gryphons. Alces, keythongs and hippogryphs too! Doing either was considered a great honour, and she said that bearing a gryphon’s child held a woman at higher status than her peers!”
	“But it’s physically impossible! Human and gryphon don’t…”
	“In short, magic. Turns out that the goddess of fertility is cool with interbreeding, she just wanted to ensure that it didn’t get out of hand. ‘Species entropy’ was the term Magda used.”
	“She wants to ensure that species remain distinct and unique, rather than a messy soup?”
	“That’s what Magda said.”
Penelope pondered, “So… she can give me… Azrael’s child?” Her face lit up a cautious hope.
Taliana nodded, “She hopes, beyond hope, that others will follow your example, so she’ll do it asking nothing in return.”
Penelope clasped her hands over her mouth, unable to stymie the stream of tears welling in her eyes, “You mean…”
Taliana stood up and skipped over, wrapping her arms around Penelope, “I mean that if you trust me, you’ll be a mommy!”
Penelope smiled, “I promise I’ll introduce you as ‘auntie’.”
	“I’ll hold you to that.”

***

Penelope had been running solo patrol for a couple of years now, partly because she is the best rider in the entire mountain range. Well, patrol merely meant ‘fly around and see if stuff happens’ in the parlance of the aerie, it was a generally quiet place truth be told. It was Taliana’s rostered rest day, so no one would come looking for her either. Penelope couldn’t believe her turn of good fortune. Taliana headed back to the hermit’s home after meeting with Penelope, so she had a good couple hours to get there.
Penelope lead her lover, the giant snowy white gryphon, Azrael, out into the open. Azrael was just thankful to get out of the confines of the stable. They both longed for the day where he wouldn’t have to be cooped up like that at night. They both knew he wasn’t just a common animal.
Taking to the skies was always an exhilarating feeling for Penelope, probably part of why she fell for Azrael in the first place. Gripping tightly to her reins, she lead Azrael to Magda’s place, her heart beating ever faster the closer she got. She felt like she was in a dream.
They touched down at the tiny shack in a small valley in the middle of the range. Penelope clambered off of Azrael and approached.
As she did, two figures emerged from it. The first was Taliana happily waving. The second however was Magda.
Magda was a tall woman, leggy. Her skin was much darker than Taliana’s olive tones, the deep brown of oak. She had emerald eyes and brown hair that was touched with a faint trace of red. Her nose was slightly upturned into a dainty point, whereas the rest of her delicate features were pointed and petite. She wasn’t quite as tiny as Taliana though, her bust was larger, though not as expansive as Penelope’s. ‘Athletic’ was the term Penelope would have used. Still quite young and nimble, Magda didn’t normally fit the bill for hermits, but Penelope wagered that she had her own reasons.
	“Welcome,” bowed Magda, who was wearing animal skins and… not much else. Her breasts were obscured by a couple strips of hide dangling from her cape, while her lap was covered by a loincloth. Nothing beneath either.
	“Greetings Magda,” Penelope returned the bow.
	“Penelope was it?” she cocked her head, “I remember you, not as pushy like the others. Good, I worried a little when Tali here told me about your… request.”
	“I’m glad I allayed your fears.”
Magda smiled, “As am I. Is this the gryphon?” She began striding towards Azrael.
Penelope nodded proudly, “Azrael is his name, and he’s a true gentleman.”
Magda glanced up and down, along Azrael’s body as she approached. The gryphon quickly realised he was under scrutiny and posed, puffing his chest out and letting out a happy caw.
	“My, a bit of pride about this one. That’s good,” said Magda.
She reached a hand out for his beak and began stroking him, “The things I’d let you do to me you beautiful…”
	“Like him!?” chirped Taliana
	“He is gorgeous. One of the best gryphons I’ve ever laid eyes on. It might be too much to ask but… Is your relationship an… open one?”
	“You too? We are, though he’s a little pickier than I am.”
Magda seemed to salivate slightly at the thought, “Well… we’ve got work to do first.”
	“I’ve been meaning to ask, how does that work?”
	“I’ll tell you after, we’d be here all day if I explained. What I ask is this: How is your… stamina?”
	“I can keep pace with Azrael, we usually cum simultaneously.”
	“Good. That timing is important. You and Azrael, just relax and do what you do best,” Magda pointed to a tiny ‘cave’ next to her shack. The cave ended pretty much immediately after the mouth, which made it an incredibly convenient little space. As the four of them entered, Magda closed the curtains.
The cave was decorated by a world of strange paraphernalia, magical implements and other occult oddities. In the centre a large magical circle was etched into the floor.
	“I hope you don’t mind witnesses to your union, I’ll have to be present and I believe Taliana wants to be.”
Penelope gave Taliana a wry grin, “I’m not one for performance anxiety.”
	“Good. I hope you don’t mind that I touch myself.”
	“I’ve heard of this, sex magic?”
	“Not really, I just like gryphons.”
Penelope shrugged, she couldn’t fault that.
	“A couple things however, it has to be in missionary position, the goddess sees that alone as an expression of love when you can mate while looking the other in the eye.”
	“Easy enough.”
	“And he will know the purpose of today. He has to be given the opportunity to consent properly.”
Penelope’s brow furrowed, “He’s intelligent, but I don’t think he’s got quite that mastery over our language yet.”
Magda shook her head, “He will know, just get yourself ready. In any case, if he rejects, he will shy away. If he accepts, he will fuck me.”
Penelope folded her arms, “I don’t mean to sound rude but-“
	“I understand, no, that part, the part that attunes his seed to you, is sex magic. I invoke a desire, namely a desire for you in the spell. He will understand this as the goddess’s blessing. Be ready, many gryphons have been driven mad with lust in this process. Once he has had his fill of me, he will come for you.”
Penelope was somewhat sceptical, but sighed, “If that’s how it’s done.”
She started taking her clothes off as she headed for the circle. Azrael’s attention was piqued immediately, though he gave a few worried glances to Magda. Without Penelope’s direction, he wasn’t going to act.
As Penelope discarded the last of her clothes, a naked Taliana approached.
	“At the very least, I get help get you ready for him,” she had a sly grin on her face.
Penelope nodded, “well, Azrael’s got to fuck her first apparently.”
At that, Penelope laid down on the ground, in the centre of the circle, in a position that allowed her to watch Magda. Taliana dropped down and moistened her lips, tenderly kissing and licking around Penelope’s pussy.
Penelope managed to roll her hips up in a way that allowed even the tiny, dainty Taliana to reach her breasts and fondle them. Her first few motioned ended in a gentle tug of Penelope’s nipples, coaxing a gentle moan from her. Taliana worked a bit at lubricating Penelope’s pussy before seriously getting to work, Penelope wasn’t quite ‘in the mood’ as she couldn’t help but be a little tense and apprehensive about the situation, it was natural to be dubious of Magda’s claims, but her mental appeals to herself to calm down were slowly starting to work.
Besides, Taliana was getting better at using her tongue, though with how much she talked, that probably wasn’t that surprising. Penelope tried to relax, at the very least her gentle probing was taking some of the edge off.
Her attention however was fixated on Magda and Azrael. Magda pressed her forehead against Azrael’s and muttered something indistinct. Azrael’s first reaction was one of shock, his eyes snapping to Penelope with a stunned shriek, before looking back at Magda, making the same shriek. He was confused, but not negatively so.
Magda continued muttering and Azrael started nodding his understanding. When Magda finished, she looked up at him and raised her arms. Azrael however didn’t take her then and there. He cocked his head and made a weak caw. Magda herself cocked her head, confused that the grand gesture didn’t do anything.
Azrael then started pecking at her clothes.
	“What the-“
Penelope couldn’t help but laugh, “He wants to see you without clothes. I told you he was picky.”
Magda grimaced as she too disrobed, revealing a taut, firm physique. Azrael gazed at her, slightly perplexed. Both Penelope’s and Taliana’s nipples and pussies were pink, but Magda’s were brown. He wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Penelope picked up on that, “It’s alright boy, think of me like a white gryphon, her like a black one! No real difference except the surface plumage.”
	“Really?” asked Magda, giving Penelope a sheepish glance.
However, Penelope’s reassurance worked, and Azrael was less tentative about approaching the shaman. Before long, Azrael was gliding the tip of his tongue all along Magda’s body.
	“Hey, that tickles!” cried Magda.
	“He doesn’t care, believe me,” said Penelope, her eyes uncontrollably rolling upward as Taliana started penetrating her with the tip of her tongue, “gods almighty girl, if you woke me up with that, I’ll never yell at you for waking me up ever again.”
Taliana tried to say, “I’ll hold you to that”, but the words came out muffled, though the attempt sent a strong vibration through Penelope’s nethers, causing her to gasp and shudder in response. Penelope clutched Taliana by the hair.
She looked back up at Magda and Azrael. Upon noticing Penelope’s pleasured moans, Azrael gave up on foreplay himself and tackled Magda to the ground. His member, fully erect, was driven into the shaman’s pussy in a distinctly un-gentlemanly fashion.
Within moments, Penelope watched, very aroused and mildly horrified, as Azrael shirked his normally gentle and intelligent mantel and let loose the beast within. Magda was clutching onto his chest feathers for dear life, wrapping her legs around his powerful body as his spiny member impaled her with such force that a distinct bulge in her gut was seen at every thrust.
Penelope quickly found herself taken in by the sight, of Azrael pounding Magda without any regard for her, using her as little more than a fuck-toy. The distinct hum of magic use was in the air, this bestial side was actively coaxed out by Magda’s sorcery. Magda however didn’t mind Azrael’s pounding, her pleasured cries reverberating in the small cave.
Penelope felt closer and closer to climax at Taliana’s probing, and she saw that Azrael was also nearing. Penelope let it all overwhelm her, especially when Azrael let out a guttural roar as he planted one final thrust into Magda’s loins, pumping her full of cum.
Penelope didn’t even realise how tightly she was gripping Taliana’s hair, forcing the elf girl’s face as far into her pussy as physically possible. As her body arched and writhed with the beginnings of an orgasm, she looked back over to Azrael, who had since pulled out from Magda, having pumped every last drop he had into her.
Magda had managed to recover and walk towards them, despite Azrael pounding her so hard that walking would have been agonizing.
She straddled Penelope’s face, dropping to her knees and pressing her pussy to her mouth.
	“Drink from me, and the spell will be complete…”
Penelope complied, slipping her tongue into the folds of Magda’s temple. The tang of Azrael’s cum was unmistakable among the sweetness of Magda’s juices, and for every last drop Penelope found herself craving more Taliana’s probing increased in tempo and Penelope found her body relaxing, allowing the elf unfettered passage inside. Penelope’s moans sent pleasurable vibrations up Magda’s body, in turn causing the shaman to moan. Before Penelope’s tongue, she felt Magda’s body tighten and shudder as more of her juices issued out. As Magda’s body relaxed, her screams heralding another climax, Magda beckoned Azrael over with a gesture.
She pulled away from Penelope when the gryphon rider had lapped up everything Azrael had planted.
	“Tali, come away and sit on my lap. It’s their turn.”
Taliana scurried up and followed Magda, who had taken a seat outside the circle, her work was done. Taliana complied with the request and sat on the shaman’s lap, where the both of them watched. Magda slipped her fingers inside Taliana’s pussy the moment the elf was comfortable, and even when she snaked her way under the elf’s arm and started suckling her nipple, she kept her eyes pinned on Azrael and Penelope.
Penelope reached out for Azrael, open inviting arms. Azrael’s bestial streak was gone, replaced entirely by a tender, gentle lover.  He lowered himself onto his knees, gently positioning the tip of his member at the gates of Penelope’s bodily temple. His eyes were wide, taking in only her. He gave a gentle caw.
Penelope answered by kissing him on the beak, then on the face, starting from the cheeks and working everywhere else. Traditional kissing was out of the question, Azrael’s beak made that impossible, but he liked what Penelope did his tongue as an analogue of it. So when he opened his beak, Penelope giggled and opened her mouth. He gentle pressed his tongue between her parted lips and she began to suck it, stroking her lips up and down the shaft. His tongue was cylindrical, the rough shape of a cock, so Penelope’s motions were little different. She moved her lips up and down, at one point lurching forward, letting the tongue slide down her throat. Suppressing her gag reflex, she moved, letting the tongue dive to that depth. Her own tongue played patterns along the surface of Azrael’s, her gentle, contented moans were felt up the tongue.
Azrael responded by gently pressing his cock past her pussy lips and slowly, gently, tenderly thrusting. Azrael’s pace slowly increased, but Penelope barely noticed, too engrossed in the best make-out session that they had shared. She rocked her hips, allowing each successive thrust to push deeper inside, until she managed to take the whole gigantic member, though his pace was slower thrusts measured and even.
Before long, Penelope found herself rocking and writhing uncontrollably as the stirrings of another climax were nearing, and a tiny vestige of that ravenous beast seemed to return in Azrael as he began to thrust harder and faster.
Within minutes, locked in embrace and wrapped in passion, Azrael started being more forceful, thrusting his tongue deep down Penelope’s throat while ploughing her pussy with battering ram thrusts. Penelope’s body however opened to all of it, invited every powerful motion inside.
Before long, she broke away from Azrael’s tongue, coughing up threads of spit. She looked up into Azrael’s eyes, her own eyes hooded as her body lost the strength to keep them open, her hands clutched tightly into his chest feathers. Streams of drool had carpeted her face in spiderweb patterns, for some reason, Azrael found this incredibly arousing as he took one look at the flushed, reddened face of Penelope and let loose all his passion into his thrusting.
Penelope’s cries threatened avalanche, even with the old, compacted snow. Screaming as she never had before on the receiving end of Azrael’s member, she found her body tensing so hard that she could feel the exact shape and definition of every single spine along his member. Every time the cock withdrew, the spines scraped along her pussy walls and every time it thrust, it ploughed so deep that it threatened to bruise her cervix.
With one mighty cry, Penelope’s body let go of all tension as the innervating surge of orgasm shot through her body, setting alight all her nerve endings in a giant carpet of pleasurable feeling.
Azrael too lost his composure as he thrust so quickly that it was a wonder they didn’t catch fire. Before long though, Azrael heaved his head back and let out one gigantic roar of victory as he unleashed his seed. So much erupted from him that it spurted out of Penelope’s pussy, spattering on the ground.
Penelope shakily let go of Azrael, who collapsed on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. Penelope let out a gentle giggle.
	“Wow, Az… that was something.”
She looked over to Taliana and Magda. Magda’s hand had cupped Taliana’s breast, while the other went to work inside the elf. Taliana was emitting tiny little moans that sounded more like little pops than a noise a person would make. Before long, Taliana too lost to passion and her body seized and shook in the all too obvious tell of climax, a sprinkling of her pussy juice was running down Magda’s hand as the shaman slowed down to let the elf catch her breath.
	“So Magda…” said Penelope when the shaman was done with the elf, “what now?”
	“Now you come back in nine months and introduce me to the lucky children.”
Penelope had almost forgotten about that. She smiled, patting her abdomen.
	“Hear that Az, if all went well today, you might just be a daddy.”
Azrael cawed gently, contentedly.