Gilda stood on the stone slab and positioned herself just right, sitting down onto the phallic shape. It was remarkably smooth, almost frictionless, surprising for the concrete-like material it was apparently made from. Perhaps it was those runes…?
 
A gasping squawk caught in her throat as she felt it stretch her quivering entrance wide, clenching her toes as she worked a rhythm of motion, rocking onto the shape as she let it penetrate her depths. She shivered bodily, an almost magical tingle emanating from the stone, which felt tantalizingly warm inside her, as if it weren’t just stone but a living shaft.
 
She quickly found herself upon the precipice, the already slick shape wetted by her own intimate fluid… but the griffoness found her efforts frustrated. Panting heavily she forced it down as deep as she could, the tingling and teasing feeling of the shape’s enchantments filling her with unimaginable pleasure and need. Feeling her furred rump sit down onto the cool slab beneath her, she led out a long groan.
 
“A-aahhh mnnph… damnit, why…” Gilda squirmed, frustrated by her fruitless efforts to get off, where any other day she’d have already been bathing in the afterglow by now.
 
The shaft buzzed with magical warm, too late did she feel it start to swell inside her, the knotted shape she’d sat down so firmly upon grew and quite effectively tied her where she sat, squirming and writhing in place on the slickened stone. Finally she’d had enough of her frustrating attempts and shifted her paws to stand up and pull herself free from the slab…
 
With widening eyes and a fluttering heart, she found herself firmly stuck down upon the shaft! Twist and squirm as much as she could, try though she might, she couldn’t pry herself free. The flustered griffoness’s feathers ruffled up thickly as she came to the realization that the thing had knotted her down…
 
She was stuck!
 
And the relentless teasing of the enchantment within her showed no sign of ceasing.
 
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