* ENCLOSURE *<br/><br/>She could stand up now.  She could get up and walk away.  Instead, she turns her head to look back at the creature, watching him with eyes gone dark with reactions that still confuse her.  The first time, he had chased her down.  This time, she had almost approached<em>him</em>.  Her womb already grips two of his eggs, but her wet channel throbs with anticipation for more.<br/><br/><em>It's the potions,</em>she thinks guiltily, trying to come up with a rational reason for why she is on all fours with an amorous griffon behind her.