Miaren shivers - not entirely unpleasantly - and her eyes drift closed as she feels the oddly gentle touch of that sharp beak.  Her neck even arches cat-like into the touch as she inhales the warm musky scent.<br/><br/><em>I shouldn't be reacting this way,</em>she thinks sluggishly as she feels a surge of warmth between her legs in response to the sound of that penis extending.<em>I shouldn't - he's an animal - he - we shouldn't -</em><br/><br/>But she is, thanks to the potion.  She opens her eyes to stare into the intense eyes of the griffon.  She knows what he wants - a continuance of what she interrupted earlier.  He wants to fill her even more.