Fern watches Miaren in the lonely glade.  The only hint of danger that remains is the simmering reek of the monster - steaming out of the fluid that drape and leak from Miaren, scored into the ground where his paws wrote their fevered missives of passion, salting the place in feathers, lick marks and seed.  That impression of the griffon is so rich, it seems marrow deep in the quiet place.  That, and the agonies Miaren undergoes before Fern's eyes.<br/><br/>Inside Miaren, her fingers flick and skitter around the frictionless onyx of the egg's bulging end.  She bears down around it as she touches, each tapping contact sending a thrilling telegraphy through her strained muscles.  Contractions flock, rolling the ovoid this way and that, in and out.  One end of it touches against its peer - the one already cradled in her womb, which is beginning to cluster fibrous growths around it, knitting a blanket for itself from the stuff of Miaren's uterus.  The two edgeless ends of the eggs roll and lick together, pressed by the tented flesh hugging them.  The other end of the egg eludes Miaren's fingers as they lick at it, trying to take hold.<br/><br/>Until, at last, they do.  The egg slides a tiny bit forward into the quaking heat of Miaren's vagina.  It takes stretching that tender sheath further.  It means her cervix goes from a gape to a wail.  It clamps her hand against the slick-trimmed mouth of her sex and demands grinding.  But she has a hold.<br/><br/>She flicks it again.  The egg detaches from the other within her.  Her muscles dilate all the more.  Slick shivers out of her in teary anticipation.  Everything takes on its own heartbeat.  Every point of friction is a bite.<br/><br/>She rolls it again.  More pulls out; more width, fighting its way from her.  Her fingers play in a perfumed tallow leaking from within her - the leavings of the griffon's seed.  Her vulva is fused to her hand.  Her womb is an ache, a star on the brink of sundering darkness, a convulsion waiting to be born.<br/><br/>She rolls it again.  That convulsion happens.  The muscles around her cervix bear down in a sudden twitch of tension realized.  Her cervix swallows its gasp.  Her womb swallows the egg.<br/><br/>Egg taps against egg in the too small space.  Belly flesh bulges to take on the embedded pair of eggs.  Her womb shuts, kissing her fingertips in gratitude.