The Flock's Lust: Transformed & Taken

By Alis Mitsy

Rosalie has sought out the gryphons for years, knowing where her rightful place in the world is. At least, that is where she believes it to be: it's not for her to decide but the gryphons and the alpha of their flock. She may be turned away, her dreams shattered - and yet she still has to try, even though it may all go wrong, so very terribly wrong.

But fate may be on her side as she surrenders her body and soul to them, trembling before their very king as she hopes against hope that they will take and transform her as one of their own...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Aug 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463978573

Alis Mitsy

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The Flock’s Lust

A Gryphon

Transformed and Taken

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2018.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Rosalie shivered, naked from head to toe in the centre of the clearing, the tiniest flakes of snow falling around her. Although she was cold, she did not shiver so from cold rather than a tantalising kind of fear. She forced herself to keep her arms at her side, eyes darting fervently back and forth, trying to track the path of each and every last gryphon circling her as the full moon shone so very high above.

The gryphons. Oh, they were powerful beasts with a sensual, rolling gait that seemed to flow through them like water. But they were not creatures of what but of the air above, spreading their wings to pummel what had no form to a shape of their liking, allowing the thermals to lift them up and up and up, dancing with the spirits of their ancestors in the wild, wild winds of the heavens.

And she had gone to them willingly, stripping down as the guard bid before entering their colony at the only point that they gathered on land, annually, for the great breeding ceremony. Gigantic flocks came together, turning the sky black as they shrieked and screeched, calling out their pleasure to all that dared venture close, cowering behind boulders and makeshift hides that really didn’t fool a single one of the gryphons. However, they left the humans well enough be as long as they didn’t try to take advantage of any presumed vulnerability for the sake of hunting or similar insidious pursuits.

For there was a reason that some brave souls worked their way into the favours of the gryphons, opening themselves up to the possibility – and quite a high possibility too – of great harm for such a reward. They knew what the gryphons craved the most from humans, although the treaties that had been put into place over centuries of peace forbade them, like a human taking it from another human, from claiming it forcibly. It was just as well too for it had driven their flocks to greater heights of intelligence and knowledge, becoming even