Future Interlude Pt. 3

Harry is a lot better off, though he's also panting and sweating. Still, his breathing calms down almost immediately as he grins at the griffin woman.

"Do you now? I suppose that means I can do whatever I like with you."

Swallowing thickly, Angelina blushes in a rather pretty way, before slowly moving onto her back. She presents herself to him, right then and there. Her claws spread open her pussy lips, even as she moves her legs apart to give him access.

"Y-Yes… you have proven yourself worthy. Worthy to b-breed me. Go on hero, take your thick, hard rod of justice and give it to me. Give it ALL to me."

Harry can't help the amused snort at Angelina's words. She's definitely laying it on thick, but its still working for him, if the tenting of his loincloth is any indication. Still, the wizard knows his Amazonian lover well enough to know she's not defeated until she's well and properly fucked. Even now, the woman seeks to control him. Even now, she's trying to ensnare him in her own way.

That's alright though, Harry is well-versed in how to handle Angelina the Amazon. Handling Angelina the Griffin will probably be much the same way. Before she even knows what's happening, Harry has knelt down and grabbed hold of Angelina's furred ankles, pushing her legs back as she gasps in shock. Then, his cock is at her cunt and he's thrusting into her without hesitation or foreplay. The griffin woman moans wantonly and loudly as Harry holds her by her ankles and immediately starts to pound into her pussy with all his strength. His cockhead bursts through her cervix far faster than he did with Alicia, but then Harry is REALLY giving it his everything here, just to remind Angelina of who the boss really is, both in the roleplay and outside of it.

Angelina's moans become pleasured cries as her tongue hangs out of her head and her eagle-like eyes roll back in her skull. Her hands move from her cock-stuffed cunt up to her chest, and the griffin plays with her fat, dark tits as her entire body shakes and shifts with every thrust up into her. Harry is fucking her hard, and each rapid thrust causes her to be jarred by his pounding, each rough pistoning of his prick sending another spike of pleasure up through her.

He's using Angelina's womb like a condom as he fucks the griffin woman with abandon, and judging by her cries, Angelina is enjoying it very much indeed. Growling deep in his throat, Harry begins to push, slowly but surely. He forces the griffin's furred legs back further and further, his face leaning in as he puts Angelina into a bona fide mating press. Her hands end up having to leave her body, instead clawing at the ground on either side of herself as she writhes and squirms beneath him like a big cat in heat. His muscular, toned, broad chest presses down into her huge tits, and his face is only inches from hers as he looks down into her eyes.

Angelina looks back, her lips parted as she pants needily. She licks at them with her tongue, and takes a moment to collect herself, finally finding the words even as Harry slams into her from above time and time again.

"D-Do it… do it hero. Cum inside of me. Fill my womb with your seed, y-you bastard. Prove… prove your superiority over me, make me yours. F-Fucking do it!"

Harry grins, because he knows that even now Angelina is trying to usurp control. Even this is another attempt at making him do what she wants. And so, as his throbbing cock continues to ram down into Angelina's womb with all the force he can muster, Harry leans in, gives the griffin woman a light kiss on her nose, and then pulls back before leveling a one word answer her way.

"No."

Angelina's eyes go wide at that, but before she can truly react one way or the other, Harry pulls out of her completely, and she finds herself flat on her face a moment later as he flips her onto her front. Her ass cheeks part and Harry's cock, lubed up with precum and her pussy juices, slams home into Angelina's back door right then and there.

The griffin roars in response, a mixture of shock and defiance as she struggles once again under the 'barbarian hero' who has her at his mercy. Harry just laughs and holds her down, both physically and with his magic as he gropes and squeezes Angelina's butt cheeks. As usual, they're far bigger and also far more toned then Alicia's. That's fine with Harry, he prefers his woman in all shapes and sizes. Be it Alicia as a slender speed demon or Angelina as a muscular amazon, Harry quite enjoyed them both in their own ways.

Leaning down, Harry grabs hold of Angelina's feathery hair and pulls her head back, whispering in her ear as he fucks her ass. Unlike with Alicia, pounding the griffin woman's ass is not some pleasurable walk in the park, even though Angelina does enjoy it all the same, much to her chagrin.

"Did you think I was stupid? Did you think I would just let you trick me, griffin? I am in control here, and only I decide when I cum and where. You have to EARN my seed, you slutty little whore!"

Angelina shivers and shudders at Harry's verbal abuse, but her resulting orgasm when he rears back a hand and smacks it across one of her butt cheeks shows her true feelings. As much as she might put on a harsh face and the like, if there was one thing Angelina loved, it was being dominated and abused by Harry and his big fat cock. The woman had a masochistic streak a mile wide, and Angelina the Griffin was really no different in that way.

That said, Harry would not cum. He refused to, even as he fucked Angelina's ass as hard as he could. He then returned to her cunt, but no matter her threats or pleas, he still would not fill her womb with his seed. He wouldn't breed the griffin, even as he fucked her every which way for what felt like an eternity to the poor transformed witch. This was Harry's greatest strength. He had complete control of himself. If he did not want to cum, he wouldn't… and there was nothing Angelina could do about it.

Hours later, Harry stood, tall and proud like a conquering hero. Angelina the Griffin knelt, brought low like the defeated monster she was. Her head down and her gaze averted, the beautiful, fat-chested griffin slowly slide her tits up and down Harry's length, still hard and still thick. The sight is gorgeous. She's on her knees, mashing her huge breasts around his cock, trying her best to get him off… and failing utterly.

Grinning, he reaches out and grabs Angelina's head, tilting her back to look up at him.

"You're going to let the harpy come back to the mountains, and you aren't going to try to control her anymore. The two of you are both equals… under ME."

Angelina licks her lips and then lowers her eyes.

"Yes… yes hero."

She's much more docile now. Harry chuckles as he decides to throw her a bone.

"You'll tell me where I need to go next… and when I'm done with this little quest, I'll come back and give you the breeding you so desperately crave… IF you've followed my instructions to the letter. Understood?"

Angelina's eyes dart up to meet his, filled with hope. She licks her lips and nods her head as best she can in his grip, a bit more energetic now.

"Yes hero!"

Harry just grins.

"Good."

And then he lets loose. His backed-up seed comes out like a tidal wave, nearly bowling Angelina over as he covers the griffin in spurt after spurt of his sticky, white cum. Harry groans and holds Angelina in place, giving the griffin a thorough 'bath' of his ejaculate as he paints her face, her tits, and most of her body white with hot seed.

Angelina shudders in orgasmic delight and moans wantonly as she finally gets the load she's been working on for hours, even if its not in the place she hopes. Her empty pussy squirts out fresh pussy juices, even as she looks up at Harry through glazed, pleasure-filled eyes. Lifting a single brow, Harry clears his throat.

"I assume you have a token and my next destination for me?"

It takes her a bit to come out of her daze, but eventually Angelina does so, handing over the token with the griffin's claws on it to go along with his harpy token. And then Harry hears her sob story about how she's really 'not so bad', she's just been driven from her home in the desert by a sphinx. With that knowledge in hand, Harry knows where he's headed next. It looks like he has to deal with a particularly ornery sphinx.

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Harry's actually not sure what to expect this time around. There's a path on the other side of Angelina's cave that takes him back down the mountain and into the desert that lays beyond. While there's still no monsters to fight in the mountains, there's plenty once he enters the desert proper. Luckily, he'd not forgotten his sword or his shield, and in the end the creatures are all fairly easy to dispatch.

Still, he's not quite sure who's going to be playing the sphinx, in the end. He wanders around the desert for a while, but his innate magic keeps him from getting dehydrated or exhausted. Thus, he's just as fresh as he was at the start of this quest, when the 'sphinx' finally appears. Harry blinks as a familiar voice fills his ears.

"Ah, the Great Hero has finally come to visit my humble desert. Truly, this is a joyous day."

Harry blinks and turns around, looking up to find the sphinx or what was supposed to be the sphinx slowly floating down to him from above. Its Hermione of course, Harry recognizes that immediately. And once he recognizes Hermione, he kind of beats himself up for not figuring that out before. Of course the sphinx would be Hermione.

Though, she's definitely outdone herself with this transformation. If Harry thought Angelina looked good, Hermione is… wowzers. A lot of what she's got going for her is similar to Angelina, but at the same time not. While Angelina's griffin form was a mixture between human, eagle, and lion, Hermione's is more of a mix between human and lion. Plus she has wings, funnily enough.

Regardless, she's got the same tail as Angelina, while her body is much furrier. Her ears are that of a lion as well, and her hair is more of a mane, despite the fact that she's female. Though if Harry is being honest, her clothes are what truly impress him. Unlike Angelina, who was dressed more as a barbarian counterpart to his own barbarian attire, Hermione is attired like an Egyptian priestess… or perhaps goddess.

There's a golden circlet with a snake motif on her forehead, and she's got the ankle, wrist, and neck band that Harry remembers vaguely from history classes. Besides that though, she's not wearing much except for these small pieces of white cloth that do almost nothing to cover her breasts and her crotch, wrapping around her tits to slide over her nipples, and wrapping around her thighs to cover her pussy.

She's exuding feline sexuality as Harry stands there, and her playful smile is no doubt in response to the gob smacked look on his face. The wizard can't deny the facts… Hermione looks absolutely amazing in that moment. Before he knows what's happening, he finds himself laying back on a sand dune that's surprisingly cool, even as Hermione sidles up against him.

Harry allows himself to be disarmed, knowing he has nothing to fear, and once his sword and shield are set aside, Hermione slips her fat tits from their barely-there confines, and moves one of her nipples towards his mouth.

"Brave hero, please. Drink your fill. I know how tough a journey through my desert can be. I know how healthy an appetite a barbarian hero such as yourself no doubt has~"

Well, even if he's not actually tired or that hungry, Harry isn't going to pass up a free meal. Chuckling a little, the wizard leans in and grabs onto Hermione's tit as he begins to suckle from her nipple, drinking her exceptionally sweet milk directly from the source. The sphinx woman moans happily as her fat mammaries jiggle and bounce a little from all of her squirming. Even as he drinks however, Hermione gently undresses him.

Not that there's much to undress as she runs her claws along his pecs, tracing patterns through his muscles. She actually spends quite a bit of time simply touching him, before she finally does get to his loincloth, pulling it aside to reveal his growing, hardening cock. Letting out a delighted gasp and a cooing sound, Hermione takes his member in her palm, stroking his shaft up and down as it gets harder and harder.

"Ooh, is this poor thing needing some relief as well? Mm, perhaps I was wrong about what sort of appetite our brave hero has."

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