It's better to give in - willingly, of course. There is no coercion here, not as I, a gryphon slut, bend the knee to my mistress dragoness. Anthro fun, after all, goes far beyond kisses and sweetness: I crave the harsher touch of a mistress' thorns.
She holds me, just so. The bondage of the harness presses in around me, drifting, swaying, suspended for her pleasure. I am right where I need to be, eyes half-closed, every beat of my heart sending blood to the right parts of my body. I can't help but moan as her fingers trail over me, her tail winding back and forth, a goddess above me.
"Beautiful... Whore."
There is no better name for me, not when I am under her hand, her dominance.
But the best of our lust is still to come...
Note: this story is 2000 words in length and a taste of my longer works.