This is a collab my good friend  Cravenex and I have been tinkering on for a while. I will give you a quick rundown of how this happened.
Nadya and Tarran are a couple. She works in the inn they both stay in and he works as a courier in your classinc random fantasy setting. She has always been into big beasts, for one because she has some limited access to otterspace and mostly because she is utterly fascinated by big maneaters, particularly the talking kind. get her in front of a dragon that just ate three people and she will give kobolds a run for their money.
As it happened Tarran got to know my gryphon Belo (story link: ) on his job when he accidentally played bait for the gryphon's dinner (a group of muggers). As it turned out, Tarran too gets wildly excited when sitting on the belly of a gryphon that is digesting three guys alive. Preferably with the gryphon's cock so far up his feathery butt he can't walk for a day.

Naturally a very lewd triangle formed and luckily for all, Tarran does not mind that most of the eggs his frequently pregnant girlfriend lays are not his. (They can tell crow and gryphon eggs apart by the size or how loud Nadya's moans are when she lays them.)

Anyway, here is the story now, have fun and please do leave some comments :)


The corvid eggcycling program
(lewds, egg vore)

Nadya squirmed in her sleep, the otter girl was subconsciously annoyed she could not turn on her belly anymore since the clutch of eggs she was heavily pregnant with prevented her from sleeping on her stomach. Instead she squirmed around on her back, almost but not quite rolling onto her side as a warmth started to spread through her body. Something calming washed over her, like a familiar scent she could not quite place. Then it got warmer underneath her swollen womb, a tingle of excitement drew a smirk on her sleeping face. In her dreams she was moved from an uncomfortable turmoil to the familiar comfort and excitement of lying in her gryphon lover’s nest. She dreamed of little bones and claws from long digested prey scratching her back as the maneater who had regurgitated the furry pellets she was bedded on leaned down and opened his huge beak. Her sex convulsed, overflowing with excitement as she remembered watching him feed. Then his tongue came out, gently lapping over a firm nipple poking through her short fur and with a sultry moan she woke up, teleported back to the reality of her moonlit bedroom. She was expecting to feel disappointment, to feel her sensitive nipples freezing in the nightly air and no exciting tingle between her thighs. To her luck another, very real lick over her erect nipple proved her wrong and the folds of her pregnant girly bits were indeed being caressed already. In the scarcely lit room she was unable to properly see him but she recognised the touch of her boyfriend instantly.
“Tarran when I said you can wake me up the fun way, I meant morning, not midnight.” she huffed as she instinctively gyrated her hips a little to trick his fingers into slipping into her admittedly needy folds. There was no going back to sleep now but her body was scolding her with heavy eyelids and a swirly head in spite of the horny fire quickly engulfing her heart.

“Sorry, I just came back from another delivery and I could not sleep.” he said. His voice was 15% sorry and 85% horny, so she was not surprised to feel something firm and warm against her butt and leaking into her fur.
“You already woke me up so we can make the best of it. Wanna come inside?” she said tiredly.
“Soon. I just need to get a quick snack in.” Tarran chuckled and grabbed the tit he was licking and squeezed it a little, eagerly lapping up the small trickle of milk emerging from her cute pleasure button.
“You are addicted to them since they swelled with milk.” she chuckled and her bird boy replied with more licks.
“Will you fuck me gently if I feed you?” she asked with a sultry grin and he seemed to think for a while. She knew it was not his brain doing the work here either.
“No promises.” his reproductive tract concluded and she giggled. It was good enough.
“Open up.” she commanded motherly and grabbed her boobs, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. The crow quickly opened his beak wide and lifted his head some as Nadya walked two thin jets of milk into his gaping maw, trying to hit his throat directly. She was having a feeling he was imagining himself underneath Belo as well, given that he was probably the only person alive even more addicted to the gryphon’s cum than she was. The otter on the other hand was very much enamoured with Tarran’s gullet, her nethers clenching at the recollection of various fish, rabbits and one feral otter disappearing inside it. When her milk jets died down and only a trickle oozing over her fingers remained, Tarran got between her thighs and pushed up her knees, making her now very excited folds available to him.
“Remember, I'm completely stuffed with your eggs, you are gonna bottom out.” she said, not wanting to get her cervix battered in, days or hours before her eggs were due.

Tarran’s brain had been expecting Nadya to be exceedingly cranky due to being woken up halfway through her sleep at the peak of her pregnancy. He had given her a 30% likelihood of biting his face off, but since he had been away from her for some days, his cock easily won the argument. As he gently pushed away her knees and saw her folds already swollen and glistening in the silvery moonlight as they parted, as that distinct scent of pregnant but very horny otter rose to his nostrils, the crow’s cock throbbed triumphantly. Once more its estimation had been correct. The reward was right before him.
“I will try. But you always make me go wild when you moan. If it starts hurting just pretend I am Belo.”
“Come back with a belly bulge that squirms and begs to be let out and we can talk about that.”
They both grinned before Tarran focussed on sinking his member into his pregnant girlfriend. He felt her velvet, slimy flesh parting as effortlessly as ever when he sunk his tapered head inside. He moaned softly over the little squelch her body made as it stuck to his member. The thin sheen of slick oils from his avian slit helped make things go smoothly and as soon as he was halfway inside, things started to feel properly tight.
“My, our clutch really needs a lot of space.” he huffed and started to thrust, working his way in deeper. He looked down at her face, spurred on by the deep love and pleasure he could barely make out in the dim light. The way the wet sounds rising from their mated bodies played with the synchronised moans emanating from her half parted mouth filled him with heat and a drive to truly ravage her. But he know he should not. But then again, it felt so right. He gave her a deeper push and really was surprised when he bottomed out, much sooner than last week, before he had left for his job. Her jaw dropped and the gentle moans were cut out by a sudden gasp. She managed to clench on his member and clawed at the sheets enough to make him realise he had entered on the bad side of mixing pleasure and pain when overfilling a needy woman.
“Sorry. Gosh you are full.”
“Don’t scramble your eggs, birdie.” she huffed, breathing quickly as she recovered. Her insides throbbed but the pain quickly subsided.
“That was not half bad as a Belo impression, but it works better with the barbs. And his warmer body.”
“Just you wait until I find a potion for that problem too.”
She smiled, reached up to his beak and clamped it shut.
“Less talky, more lubing up my tunnel for your eggs with your cum.”

Tarran was not sure if they were even his eggs, given that they had had one or two very successful threesomes with Belo around the time she got pregnant. That gryphon had a habit of impregnating just about anything but at the same time, Tarran recalled that Nadya had essentially lived on his cock for a while as well. Whenever he returned from his journeys and she was not already tired and busy making eggs, she tended to wear him out to the brink of passing out. The mere possibility that this big swell in her abdomen and the gloriously inflated, milk dripping state of her usually small tits were his doing were making him crazy.
He huffed and leaned on top of her, resting his hands on her breasts and feeling his avis fingers sinking into their warm flesh, huffing as some more beads of white appeared on her nipples while he started pistoning his member in and out rapidly. He soon managed to perfectly kiss her rigid cervix every single time, just enough to turn a moan into a cute, needy meep. It was bliss.

With a few more rapid thrusts Tarran felt his peak arriving. Even though a quarter of his member was still cold in the nightly air, the sticky warmth of her pregnant pussy and the amazing noises she made were more than enough. When that building droplet on her left tit overflowed and hit his finger, it was all over. He pushed in, his throbbing tip hitting her cerviy once more and with a half throttled caw, he climaxed. Long jets of hot sticky semen gushed over the entrance to her already busy womb and the excess pooled around his tip.
“Good bird.” the otter moaned as she felt the welcome heat spreading inside her, sighing as she felt a happy warmth around her heart for having made her love experience so much joy. But then something else stirred within her.

With a tiny lurch Tarran felt his cock entering a little more. The tight gate to her womb has suddenly engulfed his tip and then it hit something actually rigid and slightly coarse. And it pushed back. Very firmly.
“I think you are going to lay now.” he huffed and a little more semen drizzled from his tip. This was excessively exciting to him.



Nadya groaned as her cervix turned from guardian to exit of her womb. The poor little ring was widening further and further. With the hot pain spreading in her lower body and the experience of having laid several clutches from both her avian lovers, one for her boyfriend, half a dozen for the man eating feral they frequently shared, she had an announcement to make.
“So big. Ouch! Definitely not yours. Sorry.” she huffed as the first massive gryphon egg squeezed its way along its crow semen slathered path.

Now that Nadya realised, or at least told him, 20 daddy teases later that the eggs were not actually his but their mutual feral friend’s an idea popped back into his head. Tarran realised two things. Firstly that he was surprisingly disappointed that the swelling in his otter’s belly had never been his doing in the first place and secondly that she had in the past unsuccessfully asked him to offer his beak as a place to lay him in. They both knew that neither of them were fit or ready for eggs and Belo was only going to care for them if they came from a real hen living with him in his nest, as unlikely as that was to ever happen given that gryphons preferred mountain ridges and he was “stuck” in a forested valley.
“How about I will take that happy little accident off your pussy’s hands?” Tarran cooed as he pulled out and laid down on his belly, his long dark beak pushing on her tail and over her mound, giving him a view of a little egg shaped bulge separating from the large dome of her pregnant belly.
“You’ll eat them?” she asked with a slight bit of worry since he was planning on consuming the offspring of a gryphon who enjoyed eating people alive but mostly she was just plainly aroused by the idea. She had always wanted to watch her boyfriend turn one of her eggnancies into a sexy bulge in his crop and then his stomach. Preferably his own, but instead of worrying she just braced her hands against the bed and focussed on laying her clutch into the crow’s waiting beak.

Even though he had fucked his girl hard and proper, the egg had some work to do making its way out of her. Before he had placed his beak over her sex he had been able to stare right into it, seeing the egg approach in the distance. Now that his beak was clamped over her his tongue idly licking her gaping lips, he found her tasty both from a sexy and a hungry point of view. His meetings with Belo were not all about sex and the gryphon had taken pleasure in letting his predatory nature rub off on him. Tarran realised with a smirk that if Nadya was small enough, not his girlfriend and this tavern bedroom not their home, he would surely go ahead and eat her in the end. But as it was, the only thing scheduled for his stomach were the eggs of the gryphon who had awakened his predatory side.
His thoughts were pulled firmly to the present when he tasted a lot of his own cum and whatever slimy stuff Nadya’s womb was giving off, followed by the hard, cumbersome egg slipping from her lips into his beak. She gave up a relieved happy moan as her folds crested the egg and it started to slip down really fast. Her thick tail was pushing up under his chin, allowing her to feel the egg’s passage. After countless rabbits, large river fish and even a handful of kobolds, Tarran’s gullet was used to bigger things. He could have just inhaled that egg but he took his time, gently lifting his tongue and his beak alike, giving the bulge in his upper neck time to develop and to be admired. Then as the rough shelled slime coated ovum passed into his throat properly it essentially fell into his crop.
“My throat seems a lot more suited to passing these than your girly bits.” he chuckled and got a horny moan and tail based crop fondling in return.
“Shut up and eat the next one.” she huffed, giving him a look that made sure he knew his cock was going to get stress tested as soon as her reproductive tract was vacant once more.

Somehow even more riled up than before, Tarran grabbed her legs under the knees, lifting them up so her slit was nice and exposed. He then lowered his beak all the way to her tail, creating a fleshy avian chute right into his crop.
“I can feel the air in my crop. My gullet is open all the way and if your pussy had eyes it could see the first egg. He smirked as she wiggled in his grip, moaning and clenching so much the next egg moved backwards for a second. Soon after the second egg slipped from the warmth of her sex onto Tarran’s tongue. It sped up on that avian slide and with hardly touching anything besides the elastic throat entrance, it joined the first one with a nice, loud ‘CLACK’.
“Please collect them in the crop. I want to feel you swallow the whole clutch.” his girl moaned, making him and his cock very happy. He had no idea why he had been against this in the first place. This was probably the most aroused he had ever been while eating. Maybe besides when he sucked off Belo enough to count the result as a meal.
“That was always the plan. I am going to empty your egg chamber for my own.” he said, slightly surprising himself and driving his girl crazy.
“Yess! I want the next one to be yours.” she moaned and hurried the next egg closer to consumption.
This time Tarran used the points of his beak to grab onto the rough surface of the third gryphon egg. He gently plucked it from his girlfriend’s impressively elastic, dripping lips and then sat back up. He saw her extending an arm towards the bulge in his crop, but with a sly smirk he opened his beak a little and let the egg slip over his tongue, only for the bulge in his neck to grow a good deal a moment later. The three eggs grinding on one another gave off a dull sound and he could feel the vibrations from that in his body. Why was this so exciting? In any case he wanted more and her well worn tunnel of a vagina did not let him wait long. It seemed the more she laid the faster the eggs came.
When he had egg four in his predatory grab, he crawled over her, planking over her body to not exert pressure on her pregnant belly while still allowing her to be face to face with her gryphon egg as he tossed it effortlessly towards the back of his maw. He did not have to tell her to use her hands to massage the slight bump under his lower beak half. She wanted to be the one to force it into his crop all on her own. Her short little fingers massaged warmly over the lovely bump and soon it merged with the others, making her shudder against him as she felt the thud of the egg she had moved joining its three siblings.
“One more. Make it the best one yet.” she cooed.
Tarran grinned at the gaping otter folds as the final egg of the clutch distorted the fleshy lips he loved to play with so much. He moved his avian hands underneath her dripping sex, cradling the egg in them gingerly after it plopped out. He took a good long look into her frighteningly gaped nethers, seeing all the way to her poor cervix and inhaling her scent for a second before moving on. Tarran scooted next to her, kneeling besides her now and gently put the warm, slimy egg between her mom tits, like they were a furry nest.
“Quite impressive.” he said, half hoping she would use the new proximity of her snoot to his cock to reward his services.
“I did that?” she huffed, holding the heavy gryphon egg and staring at it. “No wonder I feel all worn out.”
“What are you going to do with it now?”

She slowly moved up into a kneeling position and laboriously mounted her kneeling boyfriend, getting slowly seated on his firm cock before looking into his grinning happy face.
“I am going to use you to ensure no murderous ottergryphs will plague the land.” she giggled, fondling his swollen crop with one hand and putting the egg in front of his beak with the other.
“Now you just make me feel bad about it.” Tarran joked.
“Oh come on, as if Belo was hard to convince when it comes to recycling people in your horny face.” she snickered and poked his beak with the egg, prompting him to open up.
“This is going to be your most expensive meal ever, given they are all gryphon eggs.” she chuckled. “Swallow when I tell you to.”
She then pushed the last egg herself, guiding it into Tarran’s crop. If possible at all, the ease with which her arm went inside aroused her even more. She felt the crop expand, struggling to find more stretch to give. His feathers were standing off now, some getting a small coating of otter milk as well. She took a moment to enjoy this sensation. She had always wanted one of her clutches to end up like this. She pushed her hand in between the bunched up eggs a little and then sighed.
“Swallow.”
Both her hands and her tits felt the crop tightening up. His tongue and throat grabbed her inserted arm as if trying to devour her alongside her clutch. Slimy flesh moved and as soon as it started the eggs seemed to line up and vanish into Tarran’s gullet, only for a noticeable swelling to emerge under his chest. She shuddered in excitement as she pulled back her drool soaked arm, her sex clenching madly. Tarran might even have orgasmed inside her without her realising it in the middle of it all. It was impossible to tell with how generally wet and wrecked her pussy was.
“They look better in you.” she admitted with a horny smile, rubbing her paws over his “baby bump”

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