The female griffin opens a drawer concealed in the side of her giant nest. She takes out a metal drum big enough to stick a man in, and sure enough, that's what she has planned. She grabs you with her taloned claw and deftly eviscerates your clothing without leaving a scratch on your body. Then she pops the lid off the steel drum. It appears to be filled with an oily substance. She adjusts her grip and lowers you headfirst into the oil. You thrash and struggle as she now holds you by your ankles. Then she pulls you out. You're screaming and struggling to breathe. She has repositioned herself in a reclining position. Now she rolls over on her back exposing her underbelly and spreading her hind legs. She manipulates you with her mighty claws. Too late you realize what the griffin is planning to do with you.
Her pink vagina twitches anxiously as she lowers you toward her crotch. You scream and struggle as the warm, wet darkness embraces you. You're up to your ankles in griffin, and from the beast's moaning she seems to enjoy your thrashing about. She lets out an orgasmic cry and lets go of your ankles. There is a swooshing sound as you lurch deeper inside and feel the warm gooey wetness cover the soles of your feet. The beast is snoring now. You cannot breathe, your struggles diminish. You think this is the end, as you lose consciousness.