Miaren shivers as he enters, feeling that alien shaft spread her wide - wider than a human male, if only by virtue of those twin prongs pressing against the sides of her passage.<br/><br/><em>Not... right... </em>she thinks dizzily as she braces against the thrusts instead of pulling away.  Her head falls forward, exposing her vulnerable nape to that cruel beak.  She can watch now - watch the swaying of her bound and singing breasts, watch the furred legs behind her flex and push, and even - although her eyes tend to skate past it - the penetration.<br/><br/><em>Not right,</em>echoes in her mind as she sees herself swallow the griffon's member with her naked sex.  It shouldn't be arousing, but she can feel the heat and wet of that union, and the thrill of nerves lit by friction.<br/><br/><em>Not right,</em>she tells herself firmly, even as her body smugly disagrees.