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Pledge of the Incubator

After a long flight from the Ceylon and Leera's den, Princess Talba and Prince Vaulix folded their wings and landed heavily in the courtyard of their castle one after another, with Talba nearly tripping over her talons due to how little practice she had on the wing.

Their settlement in which they lived was an almost perfect recreation of the parliament castle the two of them ruled over while still in the living in the land of the mortals. As beings of everlasting life, they needed to differentiate between the land of the common folk - more commonly known as the Terrestrial World - and their private land in the Cradle of Dalon. The Divine Skies was a term coined by the mortals to describe how Talba and her brethren lived, but nothing about the Valley of the Gods felt divine to either of them.

They were home, but without the people that made it special; they greatly preferred subjects and friends and commoners to fill their castle, to make it a home. In the mountains, it just felt empty and hollow.

Talba took a few steps and stretched her arms and legs as her wings folded up tightly on her back, a billowing cloud of teal ademane mist enveloping her to trigger the transformation magic that melted and shifted her wings to suck them up into her body. She didn't naturally have wings, so she didn't like walking around with them protruding from her back; instead, she used her transformation magic to absorb them into her body and regain her natural form.

"It's a shame you don't just keep the wings, Tal." Vaulix observed as he stretched out all of his limbs, eventually folding his wings up to his back. "I'm sure if you just left them on you'd get used to them and not have to waste all that energy on the change every time we want to go somewhere."

She cracked her neck and glanced back over her shoulder at her mate, running her fingers through her golden hair and mane. "Trust me Vaulix, I know what I want, and if I wanted to keep the wings I would." She tossed her hair like a majestic mare before turning and glancing at the silhouette of the Dagger to the Skies - the tallest mountain peak in Dalon and the epicenter of the Valley of the Gods, where Ceylon and Leera lived and had built their den. It was a reminder of how revered this place was and how much she appreciated having it to herself.

Though it was lonely in the Valley that wrapped around the Dagger to the Skies, it was theirs. Nobody could take that. The twelve of them, the Dalonian Gods as they were called by mortals, lived in the Cradle of Dalon in between their lives at the Terrestrial World, cleansing their mind of their last life in preparation for a new one.

If Talba's plans came to fruition, their next lives would be reborn on the high seas.

He stepped up next to her and rubbed his cheek on her shoulder. "Well, if you say so. Just wait, you'll be complaining next time you have to fly back to the sea level, and I'll have to submit some of my energy to you just to keep your mood or suffer your wrath."

"I don't have wrath!" She objected, hissing at him. "Not towards you, anyway."

Vaulix shrugged and chirped at her. "You say that now, my princess, but you know I'm right. Come on, I think its time to call it a night." He wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her down the ebony stone path towards the castle's main gates, eager to take her to bed. The castle itself was surrounded by a tall round wall that went from cliff face to the north to cliff face to the south, with the building itself nestled between the valley of two mountains. The sun had set, the moon was in the sky, and their bellies were full of charcuterie, cheeses, and crackers. Life was good, but simple; a nice change of pace from the hustle and bustle of running a terrestrial kingdom.

They pushed the main doors open and made their way inside, the sound echoing through the empty grand hall. Opposite them were the thrones atop the ascension with a pair of stairwells leading to the balcony that wrapped its way around the room. Usually, there were three royal guard on each side on the ground floor and three on either side on the balcony level, as well as one behind their thrones, but that was in the original building, not the replica in the Cradle of Dalon. Without any royal guard, the entire throne room just felt so, so empty.

Talba tapped her talon on the ebony marble that made up the entire castle, from floor to walls to ceiling. "I have to tell you, I can't wait to get back to the Terrestrial world. Up here is fine for a few weeks or months, but I am so very ready to get back a life full of...life! Even without this pirate ship thing happening, it would be so very nice to have subjects to command or a nation to run!" She widened her arms and danced by herself in the middle of the empty room, leaving Vaulix shaking his head near the door.

"Well, you go ahead and enjoy your dance alone, I'm going to go get something to eat. You want anything?" He offered as he made his way to the kitchen.

"I just ate, I'm really not hungry." She answered, still idly twirling in the middle of the ballroom, dancing with herself.

Vaulix pushed open the swinging doors to the kitchen as he stepped through, calling back to her as he did so. "Transformation takes a lot out of you. You'll see! See you soon!" The doors swung closed behind him, and he immediately made his way to the fridge. The kitchen was fully equipped, with everything a restaurant or inn would need, but it was completely desolate and free of staff. Pots and pans hung over the prep tables, and the grill was a slick chrome as if it had never been used before, a stark contrast to the ebony marble that made up the walls.

A moment later, Talba burst through the twin doors with her eyes narrowed and tail up; she loved to make a scene.

"Told you." He said as he opened the door to the fridge and rifled around to find some pre-cut vegetables.

She stayed in position with her arms spread out as the twin doors closed behind her. "Told me what? I'm just here for the atmosphere." She sauntered over and looked over his shoulder into the fridge as a mist billowed out around them. The Ademane gems were in little nets in the eight corners inside, keeping all the food cool. Her every breath made a cloud of mist that swirled around the two of them. "So whatcha eating? You're not taking it to bed with us, are you?"

He grabbed the plate of broccoli and sliced purple carrots, then grabbed a tub of dressing dip. "I certainly do. You want some?" He stood up straight and kicked the fridge door closed, nearly smacking Talba in the side of the beak.

"Come on, Vaul, you know I don't like it when you eat in bed. You get little crumbs all over the place." She whined, her fingers making a spider-like motion and her one eye twitching.

Vaulix swirled a carrot in the dip and tossed it in his mouth, chewing with an open beak as he swirled some broccoli in the dip. "You didn't answer my question."

"No, I don't want vegetables. I want meat." She balled her fist up as though she were telling an inspirational speech. "I want a good, bloody ulokar flank steak grilled to perfection. I want a whole salmon to myself! I want a gryphon egg omelette! I want-" Before she finished her mini-list, Vaulix interrupted her by smearing the dressing-drenched broccoli floret against the rim of her beak, forcing it into her maw. In response, she froze solid, then bit his finger tip with a playful hiss. Once she got her revenge, she chewed it up and swallowed. "Okay, actually that tastes pretty good. Maybe I could eat."

"Told you." He chirped with a wink. "Come on, time to get to bed. We can munch out. It'll be good." He walked away with the platter of vegetables and dip in one hand, his other hand grabbing at the base of her tail to yank her along. "Let's go."

She backstepped a bit to keep up before turning and batting his hand away from her haunches, then the two of them made their way to their chambers through the grand hall, past the thrones, and down the corridor behind to settle in their room. Once the door closed, they parted ways with Vaulix heading to the bed and Talba heading over to her dresser.

Neither were clothed so they didn't need to strip down, yet Talba still felt like posing in front of the mirror a bit, admiring her gold and cream colored form.

"Damn I'm gorgeous. Sometimes I wish we knew a spell to duplicate ourselves so I could fuck myself silly." She said as she ran her fingers through her mane again, the golden hair glimmering in the candlelight.

Vaulix laid the platter down on the nightstand and flopped down on the bed and scooted his way up towards the headboard, the thick pillows supporting his back as he watched Talba. "Sounds like fun! Tell me though, would you prefer a perfect copy of yourself or a stallion-drake version? Prince and Princess Talba, built for one another!" He grabbed a single carrot and stirred it in the dressing before popping it in his mouth.

"I don't know. I don't think it matters. I'm just sexy!" She cooed at herself, striking a series of poses and ending with her foot up on the dresser to give herself a better look at her soft pink loins. "But I think if I had a choice I'd go stallion, not mare. Vaulix, baby, I love you but nothing compares to a stallion. I hope you understand." She explained with a faux-serious tone.

He crossed his legs and trilled at her, the feathers on his neck standing on end. "Why not just invite Ilorek over? He's equipped perfectly for you. Why not have him shift his feather pattern to look like yours?"

She slid her hand down between her thighs to cradle her plump lips and slip a finger into herself. "Honestly, Ilorek is just to gentle for me. Centuries of being with Valencia have softened him. I want a mate that will ride me harder than a cowboy rides a bull. I want someone to Buck me so hard I'm sore for a week, someone to pull on my mane and tail so roughly that when they're done they have a souvenir. You know?" She slid her finger through herself to lightly tap at the bulbous clitoral hood.

"I can do that." He offered, still casually munching on his veggies.

"No you can't. You're entirely too kind to do that. Every time I start whimpering you slow down when I want you to pick up the pace. And when you DO go all out, you can't help but use your magic to heal me mid-mating. Kind of ruins the mood." As she spoke, she angled her wrist to slip two fingers into herself past the knuckles, her slick folds soaking her digits. "Been telling you that for years, but you just don't have it in you to take your pleasure from me."

Vaulix shrugged and glanced around her side to see the reflection of Talba lightly caressing herself. "I guess you're right. Too compassionate to abuse the one I love. I apologize." The image of her enjoying her own company made him squirm a bit in the bed, the silken sheets tickling the scales of his lower body.

She slid her talon off the side of the dresser as she turned and stared at him, her rump leaning against the ledge and tail resting on the table top. "Don't ever apologize for being yourself. I fell in love with you all those centuries ago because you were the only one who showed compassion and care. When others saw the 'temple between my legs' as a trophy, you were the only one who cared more about my who I was instead of what I was - a princess. It was what, almost a year before you allowed yourself to express yourself to me, physically? Trust me, I love you for you." She pushed off the dresser and leaned against the foot of the bed. " Sometimes I want something a bit more aggressive, but most of the time, I want you and only you." With that, she hopped over the foot board and crawled up over him, her long golden mane tickling him on her way up, tail raised high with poise.

He leaned in and stroked her mane, brushing the long hairs away from her eyes so he could look into her aquamarine eyes. "I want to be your everything, Talba. I would be honored to submit myself to your desires whenever you need that." His hand slid around her cheek to grab at her lower beak, pulling her into a kiss as their muzzles locked and tongues danced.

When they pulled away, Talba straddled his hips and squeezed her thighs around his side as she swung her head around to straighten her mane. She leaned in close with her palms on his chest as she gave his pecs a squeeze. "I know you want that, and no matter how many lives we live I'll never forget that." She pecked him on the snout quickly. "But I know you don't enjoy the aggression like I do, that's why we're not monogamous. You spread your unending love to the people of the world, and I'll share my lust with it. We make a perfect couple. Don't change for me, no matter how much you feel the need to prove yourself. You won me over a dozen lifetimes ago."

Vaulix tensed up a bit as his wings forced themselves to unfold beneath him. He squeezed at her sides with his scaled hands, bringing them down to rest on his hips as his fingertips teased the base of her tail. "But if I stopped trying to prove myself with you, then how would you know I love you as much as the day I met you?" He gape grinned at her, his amber eyes twinkling in the dim candlelight.

A brief moment passed with the two of them staring at each other with love in their eyes, Talba pinning Vaulix to the bed and him resting his hands on her hips. Then, just as it seemed they were about to embrace in a kiss, she sat up straight and palmed his snout. "Oh shut up, you mushy twat."

He shook his head to the side to deflect her forced face palm, then bucked his hips up into hers as his ventral bulge caressed her meaty mare lips. "What? I mean it! I never want to stop pining for you. Aggressive demands or not, I want to see you happy. Sometimes I feel like the only time and place we can be truly experimental with each other is up here in the valley. Down in the real world we have to go easy on each other or fear waking up the neighbouring nation."

"So you're saying you want to be rough?"

"Rough is fun, aggressive is fun, I just don't want to hurt you. I am stronger than you, after all. My healing skills are far greater than your own." As he spoke, he shifted underneath her and gripped at her rump, pulling her in close as he sat up straight, fingers sliding between her cheeks and under her tail to lightly prod at her plump pucker. Every part of her undercarriage was a little pudgy, meaty, and sensitive most of the time, especially her tailhole and lips.

Talba's tail instinctively lifted at his touch, lower back dipping to angle her rump against his palms and beak chattering in delight. "I know, I know, but sometimes I really want you to hurt me. I want you to be rough. I don't mind a little blood, I don't mind being sore and swollen. I've seen you violent, it kind of scares me and I want to feel that passion deep inside. I know you're not fully comfortable letting your aggression out, but if you could try to find that balance or learn how to let your compassion take a day off, I'm sure there would be a flood in the castle." She winked at him, slowly shuffling back so that she could grasp at his ventral scales and pry them apart, her fingers slipping into his slit. She could feel his member swelling inside and she was eager to coax it out of him so she could have some fun before bed.

She was insatiable and demanding. Another reason she often sought out other partners when Vaulix wasn't around or in the mood.

He shifted in place and lightly spread his legs, giving her better access to his slimy reptilian folds. "Are you sure you want that? I'm sure I could be everything you want, but you might regret it."

Talba growled at him with a deep rumbling chirp that emanated from her chest like a purr, her hand sliding deep inside his cloaca to wrap around the girth of his cock; though his depths were well lubricated, he had a nubbed texture near the base that allowed her to gently pull his member out of his depths. Its deep mauve to ruby red length was glistening with his natural fluids as it throbbed and swelled in her palm, growing to its massive full size nearly as thick as her calf muscles. Its weight pressed down on her forearm and the tip squeezed into the inside crook of her elbow as she squeezed him around the thinner base, gently milking some gooey precum out the tip to mix with her long elegant wrist feathering.

She may have been a full head taller than he was, but his cock was the perfect size in spite of her being a size queen.

"I'm happy to see you're in the mood there, Vaulix. Tell me, can you give me the bucking I want? Can I trust you to not hold back for my sake?" She shifted to one knee, her other talon propping her up on the bed as she gave a few gentle tugs along his length and guided the tip towards her thick mare lips. "I'm ready for you, but are you willing to take it from me?"

Vaulix growled and bared his fangs a bit, a light teal smoke billowing out from his maw and nostrils. He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, slamming her into the bed with enough force to have the back of her skull strike the headboard. His member throbbed and drooled a slimy concoction over her belly and vulva, bouncing in place and twitching in time with every one of his heart beats. "Like this?" He asked, snarling close to her face.

"Something like this." She giggled as she licked his muzzle and shifted her lower body, legs spreading in such a way that her inner thighs pried apart her lips, the deep ruby red inner flesh exposing itself to him. "Don't talk, just take me."

After a brief moment's hesitation and self reflection he lunged at her neck, biting down hard as he grabbed his member and guided it into her. One powerful buck plunged his cock into her, the thick bulge in the middle plowing through her tight confines and spreading her taught. Though she was aroused and eager for him, she was still tight enough that he had to put in great effort penetrating her, and her vulva clamped down around his base with a clenching wink to hold him in place.

Talba threw her head back in a pleasured screech, the twisting muscle and sinew of her neck tensing against his clamped maw to draw a little blood from her throat. Her powerful legs bent and her talons wrapped around his hips for balance and to push against him, helping to control his motions. Her pelvic muscles squeezed tight against his thick member as her equine clitoris winked, spewing creamy feminine ejaculate over the base of his cock to splash on his lower belly scales and drip into the sheets beneath them. "That's a bit more like it!" She chirped at him, idly petting at his neck feathers and holding him in place while he gnawed on her neck and shoulder.

His cock throbbed in place, lodged deep in her quivering depths while he shifted in place. The nubs and ridges along its length rubbed against her tender flesh from side to side every time her clit winked and forced him to rotate; only a few inches of length of cock between them keeping her lips from pressing against his slit. He kept his jaws clamped around her neck as he bucked his hips violently, forcing his ventral scales against her in a gooey squish and slap, the force of his motion slamming her up against the headboard.

A gentle gasp escaped her beak as she whimpered and clawed at his back under his wings, her talons losing their grip on his waist to land on the sheets beside him. Her back arched and her hips pushed back into him to grind, a noticeable bulge forming in her abdomen where his bulbous cock tip was pressing up from within. She let go of him to squeeze her belly a bit, angling his thrusts to assault her uterus, the rounded end of it slamming to her cervix and opening her womb to his cock. She deeply rumbled and clenched her beak shut as she burrowed into his shoulder, gyrating her hips and forcing his cock to stir her loins.

The moment Vaulix felt his ventral scales pressed tight and heavy against her tender pussy lips, he stepped into her and dug his claws into the bed, slowly pulling his member out of her. The weight and girth of it tugged on her flesh and pulled some of her out as she winked, only to have its entire length burst out of her in one juicy lurch once the thickest part breached her opening. Only his softly ridged and rounded cock tip rest inside her loosened depths, her velvet lips kissing and suckling every time she clenched and winked her clit at him. He grabbed himself and rubbed up and down her slit, pressing firm cock between rump and engorged clit before aiming back at her cavernous depths and forcing himself back in with one powerful buck; this time his throbbing girth plunged into her with relative ease, having stretched her out with his first penetration.

Before Talba could encourage him again, Vaulix picked up the pace and started slamming his hips to hers with renewed vigor, teeth still puncturing her neck through the feathers. A slick squishing sound emanated from the two of them as every little nub and ridge burst out of her only to be slammed back in with a splash exploding on his belly and inner thighs. He let go of her neck to reveal a set of four bloody puncture marks and a swath of matted, gnarled feathers; having released her, he got a chance to lock eyes with her lover and make sure she was enjoying herself before he continued.

She idly smiled with a gaped beak, a series of brisk but passionate gasps escaping her maw alongside every one of his deep, powerful thrusts. "H-having fun y-yet?" Talba asked in between empassioned whimpers, her front hands folding up on her chest like a pup getting a belly rub.

Vaulix shifted position again so he was resting on his heels with his knees cradling her hips. His massive member came to rest in Talba with the tip still poking out from within her abdomen and a thick viscous fluid dribbling out from where their flesh met. His was panting heavily, having spent so much energy on his brisk but aggressive session. He wasn't done yet, though. Her mess was trickling down his belly scales and cock slit, but he hadn't yet met his climax. "Oh, I'm just getting started. Are you okay?" He asked, gently caressing her from her chin down to the bulge in her belly.

"Oh Vaulix, you're too cute." She giggled up at him, the shocks of pleasure coursing through her body to twitch every muscle in her midsection and coaxing a series of gentle winks and tiny spurts of ejaculate all over him. "So compassionate, so gentle. Go on, finish up and enjoy yourself, I'm satisfied - but then again, you always satisfy me." She sat up straight, using her hands to prop up her body to give him a kiss. "Fill me with your seed, darling. I want to feel your heat in me."

He rolled his eyes and sighed a bit. "Was I not rough enough?"

Talba caressed his cheek and nibbled his ear before whispering to him. "You were just right, my prince. But now that I've made a mess, you go ahead and mate me however you feel. I want you to be happy, because you've already made me as pleasantly sore as I could hope." She pecked him on the cheek and laid back down, comfortably nesting between the pillows on her bed, her forearms folded up on her chest again to look as cute as she could.

"Psh, fine. If you say so." Vaulix scoffed at himself, his member resting comfortably in his mate's cavernous depths. After a few gentle changes in position, they were scissoring with one of her legs between both of his and her other one up on his shoulder. He leaned in and grabbed at her thigh, grinding his hips to hers in a gentle and shallow motion that shifted the bulge of his cock in and out of her, tugging on her tenderized flesh and grinding his tip to her womb.

At first he was slow, gyrating and grinding his hips in waves against her while she matched him to squeeze their respective lips together. Then, when he felt his pleasure build and the warmth of her depths permeating his flesh, he closed his eyes and started to grind his jaws together, his bucks increasing pace until he was slamming her like a rabbit. Every thrust pounded her womb and weakened her cervix, opening it up a bit at a time until he felt the tight squeeze of it sliding over his cock tip and locking around the rim.

He threw his head back and bucked his hips into her as hard as he could. Every nub and ridge on his member swelled and grew firm against her quivering walls, throbbing in time with his pelvic twitches. His neck craned and his chin pressed against his chest as his pleasure peaked. A burst of his seed erupted into her amidst a powerful slam to her depths, her cervix tightening and holding him in place while a series of hot eruptions filled her womb. His thrusts grew erratic as his massive talons curled and clenched on the bed, his fingers digging into her leg muscles. He was heaving and breathing heavily as his member throbbed and pumped shot after shot into her.

Once he was spent, he nudged her ankle off his shoulder to let it fall off him as he flopped down on the bed, sharing her pillow. The two locked eyes as his cock softened inside, her powerful muscles squeezing and forcing him out bits at a time with every wink. When the last of his bulging shaft lurched out of her, a tiny torrent of seed and lubrication dribbled out of her gaping depths to moisten her inner thigh and soak the bed sheets underneath her.

"See? Your my Cockatrice, and you know how to please me. Don't ever change, mmkay?" Talba cooed at him beforeshe wrapped her wrist around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

In response, he extended his wing up around her, covering her like a blanket as his member shriveled and sucked back into his slit through his thick ventral scales. He reached down between their bodies to give her plump lips a gentle rub and collect some of their combined mess from her swollen, tender flesh; once he had a good dollop of its swirly, pearlescent concoction, he licked his fingers clean and swallowed it down, purring a bit at the flavor.

"Taste good?" Talba inquired, leaning in for a kiss and stealing some of it out of his maw with her tongue. "Yep! Might have to get some more directly from the source!" She crawled backwards and buried her beak between his inner thighs, eagerly lapping at the mess that had been left smeared all over his ventral scales when his member slid back into him. Vaulix wasn't too into oral when he was finished, but the gentle caresses around his cloaca made him squirm a bit.

When she was done, she sidled up next to him and pressed her beak to his snout, hand on his neck and legs intertwined as they both fell into exhaustion-aided sleep.

The next morning, Talba was pulled from her slumber by a sharp pain in her abdomen. Upon emerging from her dream, she groaned and curled up in a ball, clutching her belly in the embryonic position - the fetal position for creatures born of egg. A wince formed on her face as she did her best to subdue the pain, not eager to wake her mate.

"Gruuuu." She groaned to herself before taking in a deep breath and curling her toes. At first, she thought that maybe this discomfort came from how aggressive he'd been, pounding her cervix and breaking open the entrance to her womb; Sometimes a good deep mating left her sore in such a similar way the following morning, but this was palatably different.

Vaulix's wing was still draped over her like a blanket, and her light commotion woke him. "Are you alright?" He asked, pulling his wing back and nuzzling up behind her with hand on her shoulder. "Need something to eat?"

She shook her head and pulled away from him, shuffling her body across the bed until she could swing her legs around to the ground. The morning sun trickled in through the stained glass windows, highlighting her matted head feathers as her chest heaved. The pain wasn't going away, and it felt like her cramps right before her unfertilized egg would be purged from her system. In fact, the more she curled around her belly and the more she poked at her abdomen, the more solid her womb felt, making it clear what was causing the pain. "Vaulix, when you were in me last night, did you feel anything in there?"

He sidled up behind her and lightly pecked her shoulders as he gave her a gentle rub. "No, nothing that I can think of. Why?"

"I think I'm gravid."

"Really? I certainly didn't feel anything like that when I was, you know, in there. Maybe it was just really, really deep." He paused and pulled away with a look of disdain in his eyes. "Or maybe the magic made it grow quickly."

Talba hissed a bit as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. "What magic? What did you do?"

"Uh, last night, when I was being rough, I felt the need to use some magic to keep you from getting too sore." He clicked his beak and twiddled his thumbs in shame. "The curative spell might have triggered the egg's growth inside you, rapidly expanding it in your womb."

"And why didn't you-" She paused to wince in pain as another surge of discomfort rocked her womb. When the sensation subsided, she glared back at him. "Why didn't you think to tell me about this last night? Dammit, I told you I couldn't trust you to just mate me like a stallion. Why do you have to be so considerate?!" Just as she began to growl at him, another powerful cramp twisted her guts and she couldn't help but fall to her knees beside the bed.

Vaulix dove off the bed and crouched next to her, trying to get a good look in her eyes. "Is there anything I can do to help? Do you need a spell to lessen the pain? Maybe a transformation spell to alter your body and-"

Talba's eyes burst open as she hissed at him, then halted herself to settle into a groan. "I know of only one solution to this little conundrum you got me into, Vaulix. I will not bare this pain just because you were too kind." She closed her eyes and looked away, feeling quite upset about her resolve; she wasn't the type to get angry, especially not at someone for their kindness causing her pain. Then, when her ire subsided, she continued, "This egg can be yours to bare. I'm not going through a whole gestation period with it growing so fast. You're the egg lover, you take it."

He licked his beak and slowly shook his head as if he was about to refuse her, but then sighed and locked his gaze to hers. "Okay. I wouldn't dream of making you suffer through this alone. Come on, let's get this over with."

She looked taken aback. "Really? Are you serious? I was being facetious, Vaulix. I can handle some gravid cramps. I've been dealing with them for centuries." She patted him on the shoulder and rubbed his cheek with a smile, only to hold back another twisting pain with a grunt.

"Yeah, I'm serious. Come on." He got to his feet and took her hand in his, urging her to stand.

"And how are you going to do that? Last I checked, teleportation wasn't something we've managed to learn, yet." She reluctantly got to her feet, sharp golden yellow talons digging into the rug as another wave of pain racked her body.

Vaulix pulled her onto him as he laid back on the bed. "I'm sure we'll find a way, my dear. We always do. Just....lay the egg into me, and I will endure this burden for you." He then lifted one leg to expose his cloaca slit - the same one his cock came from.

A brief moment of silence hovered over the two of them as Talba raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Then, after another wrenching pain in her abdomen, she growled to herself and accepted his offer. She could likely have used spells to remedy her pain, or even just dispelled the egg - but then it would have completely disrupted her cycle and made her even more uncomfortable in the long run. In the end, she agreed to let him take over for her.

While he was still on his back, he stepped over his leg so that their thighs were entwined, her pussy lips rubbing gently against his ventral scales. She started gently rubbing at her clit to coax some arousal from herself in the hope she'd lubricate the egg's passage. Luckily, her depths were forever eager for attention, and a slick slime trickled out of her to moisten his lips, which she then smeared between the two of them. "Are you ready?"

He grunted and faked a smile. As ready as I think I'll ever be, my dear." He nodded and arched his back, using his tail to grind his hips into hers as he clutched at the sheets beneath him.

Talba took in a deep breath and relaxed her pelvic region, hoping to loosen her cervix enough to pass the egg. It didn't come at first, so she used the heel of her palm to push down on her abdomen; once she found the blunt end of it, she gave a gentle squeeze and magically induced a contraction within her. A deep, thoroughly uncomfortable lurch shifted inside her as the egg prodded at her cervix and started to slip through, releasing a torrent of birthing fluid all over the two of them that matted into his feathers and her fur between the legs.

"Good, good." He whimpered to himself as his expression shifted from concern to worry. She was bigger even than he was, yet she was having discomfort with her egg; clearly this was not going to be easy for him. "Now push!"

She did as commanded and squeezed again, her muscle contractions forcing the egg to crown at her cervix, the tight rim of flesh quivering against the pressure. Then, all at once, the shell breached and popped into her birth canal, gaping her and leaving her lips parted and drooling her natural fluids. She let out a long, drawn out gasp as she lightly started grinding herself down against Vaulix's slit, smearing the lubrication against his lips while she lightly squeezed and plucked at her clitoris. A deep, rumbling shudder rocked her body as the egg slid down and popped out from between her vulva, the tip rubbing gently on his slit.

"I'm ready." He said, balling up his fist and grinding his hips against her to prepare himself. His tail tightly coiled around her ankle while she grinned down at him with a devious smile. A grimace formed on his face and he scrunched up in pain as she gave another heave that shifted it into him, parting his scales and lightly penetrating into his cloaca.

He had to do all he could to not gasp or call out in pain while also relaxing enough to not crush the shell as it forced its way into him. He was used to having large eggs pass through him, as he had the internals of a hen, but his body needed time to adjust to the growth inside, much the way a pregnant mammal couldn't just shove a newborn into herself and call it a pregnancy. No, having the egg forced into him without preparation was a scary thought that made his loins clench in fear.

But he couldn't keep himself like that, so he took in a deep breath and relaxed his pelvic muscles, eager to have her get it over with.

Talba kept her body pressed tight to his as she clenched down again in an intentional, controlled contraction. The egg had made its way from her womb and into her birth canal, and only her taut vulva were holding it in. She offered a few gentle grinds against him, using the shell like a brush to distribute the lube before squatting down heavily and pushing the orb out of herself. Her lips peeled back and the egg forced its way half into him, nearly falling out before she arched her back and squeezed their hips tight to catch it.

"A-are you so sure this is the best idea?" He asked through gritted teeth and a squinting eye. He could feel her juices lightly trickling down over his scales and between his thighs as she sensually rubbed against his loins. He tried to get up, to protest, but she held him down by the chest and shifted her legs to mount him, using her mound to force the egg through his quivering flesh. While he resisted at first, he quickly remembered that he had vowed to do this for her, and he wouldn't betray her.

The second he relaxed his lower body, Talba chirped at him and bucked against his form, forcing the egg through his ventral scales in one slick motion.

Of course, the girth of it didn't burst into him easily. He was still tense and nervous about the prospect of being forced into a gravid state under such dubious terms. The girth and texture of the shell rubbed against him, idly sliding up and down his wide ventral slit to prod at his anus and cock tip before finding relative comfort up the narrow passage between them - his oviduct.

Despite his attempts to relax and allow her to force it into him, he found his muscles were instinctively tensing up and tightening against the egg's girth, ensuring it didn't pass through the thick scales to invade his quivering flesh. In his mind, he had to take himself to a happier place where this was natural or he'd taken the proper time to adjust his body chemistry.

Though it took a moment for him to get into the right mindset, he was able to loosen his loins enough to allow the crest of the egg to force itself into him with a sliding lurch. She squeezed on her depths - and she had so very much control over her pussy walls - at just the right angle to penetrate him at, the berth of it stretching his scales taut as her clit tickled the anterior crook where his cock tip was lightly poking out. Another gentle grind from his mate popped it into him with one fluid motion followed by a veritable gush of their combined juices.

He grunted and threw his head back as he closed his legs tight, inner thighs squeezing against his opening to apply the right pressure on the egg. The added tension forced the egg right through his well lubricated opening to force it into his tender oviduct, where it came to rest with its berth squeezing tight against his bulging cock.

Talba wasn't done with him yet, though. After it slipped into him with his cloaca lips closing tight around its blunt end, she got down to her knee and pressed her palms to his inner thigh, beak close to his opening. She parted his lips with her thumbs slipping into his oviduct and prying him open; he could feel the warmth of her breath tickling his tender flesh, and could hear the idle squish emanating from between his legs as the egg shifted inside him.

She licked him from anus to cock opening, her tongue coming to rest in his oviduct next to the egg. After she'd gotten a proper taste of him, she bit his inner thigh and forced her hand into him, her fingers cradling the blunt end of the egg and shoving it in deeper.

Vaulix writhed against her invasive penetration, even as he felt the egg puncture his clutch and rest there. The aggression she offered him was much like what he expected she hoped for when being mated roughly; it was a kind reminder why he didn't get too nasty with her even when she asked for it. The egg was cumbersome and unpleasant enough without her fist balled up deep in him, her arm up to the elbow between his legs.

In truth, the egg wasn't as big as he was used to passing or carrying, but much like Talba the pain came not from the size but from the lack of preparation. His body didn't have the weeks it usually did to pump hormones into itself, gradually loosening and growing the clutch's walls to accommodate an egg. Since Talba was larger than him, the egg would eventually grow to be larger than his body was used to, which meant he would almost certainly be uncomfortably for the entire gestation period.

When Talba stepped away from him, she gently pulled her fist from his depths and collapsed on the bed next to him, idly rubbing herself as he patted his now-rounded belly. She was heaving and gasping for air as her pussy winked like a feral mare, tiny bits of fluid dribbling out onto her inner thigh even as she flopped back onto her pillows. "So that was fun, right?" She chirped at him as she bounced onto her side. The princess' chest was heaving and her beak was open in a gape grin as she looked over to him. "Wanna have another go?"

Vaulix wasn't enjoying it as much. "I'd love to." He lied. The sudden lurch of the egg into his depths was quite uncomfortable for him, having stretched his flesh taut and giving him a bit of a burning sensation thanks to the friction. The shell was hard and roughly textured, which was quite abrasive against his sensitive clutch walls. Still, he didn't want to let her know that he was in a bit of pain, so he faked a smile and nodded. "Not today, though. That was rough."

"Ah, I can see you're pulling some reverse psychology on me! Okay!" She glanced off to the side as if she was thinking about that before nodding and chirping her self assurance. "Of course, I'm always happy to have you! That egg loosened me up a bit and now I feel like I could mate a dragon!" She rolled to all fours and crawled over him, beak pressed to his cheek as she laid her body down on his.

He could feel the pressure of her body shifting the egg inside him, and it gave him the feeling of a cramp deep inside. Despite that, he could smell the faint aroma of Talba's arousal billowing up from between them as her nether lips gave him a kiss on the lower belly. He really wasn't prepared for intimacy, but the scent and sensations made his loins swell in desire, and the more aroused he got the stronger the discomfort grew in his belly. With a grunt, he lightly pushed Talba off him and scrunched his face up, trying to find a way to shift the egg around inside him that would allow him to get hard without making it hurt.

"You alright?" She asked, pushing up off him while still lightly rubbing her loins against him.

Vaulix nodded and tried to distract her by reaching down to find her lips, gently caressing her folds. The moment she felt the heat of his touch, she gasped and arched her back against him, grinding her hips to his digits while he caressed the silken flesh of her depths. Slowly, she shuffled forward to give his fingers a better angle, so he curled his arm up and forcefully walked his fingertips up against her most sensitive spot - a swollen and engorged patch of textured flesh just past her clit and urethra.

The more he rubbed her there, the more passionate she grew. Her grinding went from idle waves of his hips to vigorous bucking within less than a minute, eventually getting to her feet, squatting and grabing at the canopy of their bed for balance as she bounced on him. She was treating his digits as if they were a cock, so he converged all finger tips and plunged his tapered hand into her past the knuckles with a pop in between two of her squatting bounces to grab at the firm flesh of her cervix.

Her eyes fluttered and her head went back as he clenched and balled his fist inside, the scaled digits caressing her tender flesh as he rotated his wrist and pumped his arm up. She leaned back and went to grab at his cock, only to find that he wasn't hard or exposed at all. Undeterred, she slipped a few fingers in between the scales to find the end of his rounded, bulbous cock tip. When she found it, she tried to pull it out, only to have Vaulix yank his own fist from her depths in a sloppy pop.

"H-hey, why are you stopping?" She demanded, glaring at him with her clitoris frozen in a state of wink with a tiny dribble of fluids trickling off the bottom end of her lips.

He lightly shook his head and cleaned his hand of her arousal. "Sorry dear, I'm pretty sure we're not going to be having any fun this morning."

She paused for a moment before smiling and chirping at him, happily flopping down next to him in a cuddle. "So, tea time, then?"

"Tea time."

Though they wanted tea, it wasn't until noon when Vaulix and Talba finally made their way out of their chambers to heat the water needed to make some. She was perpetually chipper, having relieved herself of the egg, but Vaulix remained stiff and uncomfortable, idly shuffling around while trying to not put any pressure on the egg.

Talba seemed to notice this, but opted to not say anything or react to it. It wasn't clear if she just didn't care or wanted to teach him a lesson for messing up her cycle by using his magic to dampen her nethers, but she went about her merry day regardless of his discomfort and pain. They enjoyed a nice meal of eggs and bacon together, with Talba enjoying a massive gryphon omelette almost to spite him.

Yet he said not a single word about it. He silently dealt with the unpleasantries of having an egg not of his own resting deep within him when his body was not properly prepared for it. On one wing, he did feel that it was his burden to bare since he was the one who messed up her cycle and forced the growth of the egg inside her, so it really should be him who dealt with it. His magic propelled her gestation, so he should have to endure it.

Normally his body created his own massive egg, to pass it at his own will and on his own desire, but this was not that. No, by having the egg forcefully shoved into him and deposited into his own clutch, it was giving him an intense feeling that something was wrong. His cycles - much like Talba's - could be quite uncomfortable on their own, but having something forced into him really ruined his day.

Still, he couldn't let his own petty discomfort ruin Talba's last week before they headed back to the Terrestrial Land to embark on the journey of their next life. He had to keep a strong face for her, even though it was clear he was struggling with his burden.

The two of them enjoyed their meal on their thrones looking out over the grand hall of the castle, occasionally glancing over at one another in between bites. All the while, Talba kept trying to make idle chatter and talk about all the ways they could go all out and have fun in their castle without any guards or servants to wake. Vaulix had no choice but to idly nod his head and agree, even though the cramps were making him feel like he couldn't even eat let alone get hard.

That night, they went for a walk over the rolling fields of the valley towards the lake, eager to get out of the house and enjoy a picnic on the sandy shores. Talba actually put a dress on, which was unlike her up in the Cradle of Dalon, but Vaulix didn't think to question it at the time. He remained nude while they made their way to the beach, him shuffling and walking awkwardly every step of the way.

When they arrived, She lifted her dress to reveal that, during their trek from the castle, she'd used some magic to convert her usually plump pussy lips into an equally meaty stallion sheath. Her pink cock dangled heavy between her legs with the pristine shape of her cock tip drooling a slimy mess into the ground between her talons.

Vaulix choked up a bit as he didn't know quite what to say about that. He knew that he loved it when she used toys on him, but he also knew that she hated using her transformation magic unless it was absolutely necessary; she rarely even changed her appearance when masquerading as a mortal when in the Terrestrial World. "Oh, oh my." He managed to choke out as he leaned into her, idly caressing the under side of her shaft and squeezing just below the tip.

He had learned a few things from his time with Ilorek; he knew how to please a stallion.

She leaned back and nibbled on his neck as she bucked her hips into him, the tip of her member stabbing at his abdominal wall and making him wince a bit.

"Ugh..." He gasped, her motions coaxing a gentle groan out of him. When she cradled his chin to get a look in his eyes, he shifted away and ignored her concern, returning to caress her length. He was quite impressed at how thick it was - which was of course natural when one had transformation powers at their command, her cock could have been as thick as her leg.

"So, my hen, are you ready for me?" She leaned in close to whisper, then nibbled on his ear.

He squeaked gently and nodded his head. "Yes my queen. My stud. Breed me." He insisted, then gently crouched and laid on his back with his legs spread. His slit was exposed and a little moist already despite him not being particularly aroused. Eager to show his desire, he slid his hand down over the bulge in his belly to part his lips and expose his mauve cock tip. Upon giving himself a rub, he quickly found that, despite his cock swelling inside its slit, it wasn't coming out.

Before he could explain or protest, Talba laid down to cover him and bit down on his neck, her thick cock sliding through his snug passage with ease. His oviduct was so tight he could actually feel the beat of her heart against his flesh, and that made him whimper a bit.

His meek vocalizations made Talba think he was moaning in pleasure, so she bit down harder and forced herself in as deep as she could, the blunt end of her equine member prodding at the opening of Vaulix's clutch chamber.

The resulting cramp and discomfort made him kick at her thighs, forcing her cock to slide out of his depths with a gooey squelch and pop, her flare bursting out in a splash of precum. "S-stop." He gasped as he curled up onto his side, the girth of his cock pressing down against his oviduct.

"Aw, come on." She hissed at him, eyes narrowed. "I thought you loved it when I played stallion for you!?"

He rolled over and got to all fours with his tail down and curled between his legs. "Usually, yes, but I'm just not feeling it today, you know?"

She forced a couple fingers up under his tail against him actively tensing it up and closing off his ventral scales. "That's a shame. I really wanted to howl loud enough to hear an echo off the mountains." Her fingers caressed the swollen lump that was the end of his cock tip a bit before she pulled out and licked the juices off her digits.

The rest of their night was ruined by his pained outburst, and Talba did little to alleviate his concern by caressing him or assuring it was fine. In her mind, he earned this discomfort by messing with her body's chemistry. She was by no means a vindictive type, but in a way she felt like she needed to teach Vaulix that sometimes he needed to just trust her and do as she asked. He was entirely too empathetic, too kind, too courteous. He refused to harm her in any direct way, even if she wanted it, and as a result he had put her in pain in a very indirect way.

Now it was his problem.

Of course, Vaulix's mind didn't work the same way hers did. He didn't see this as punishment or retribution. To him, he simply made a mistake and was sacrificing his own happiness to ensure the love of his life wouldn't be in pain. He was used to harboring large eggs and passing them in time, so he had hoped that accepting her burden would be a simplistic affair, but he was wrong.

It didn't even occur to him that he could just dispose of the egg and end his pain. He knew how important it was to her to have it grow to its full size before doing anything with it. She had spent much of her life establishing a tradition of keeping the egg and selling it for food or just eating it herself. He didn't understand her obsession with keeping the egg, but he couldn't bare to imagine a scenario where he stole that tradition from her, so he suffered for her. He could have used a magic spell to alleviate his pain, but he worried that such a trigger might inflate it further, so he opted to let it grow as naturally as it could inside him.

After their night on the lake, they returned back to the castle to sleep.

Despite feeling like he might have been getting the discomfort of the egg under control, the cramps were consistent and persistent enough to keep him out of his bed for the night. Halfway through their slumber together, he slipped out of their chambers to head to the area of the castle that was reserved for their servants. Well, it was in the version of the castle built in Arrenthen, where they actually had subjects and servants.

All night he tossed and turned, toes curling in pain as the cramps permeated his mind. Eventually, he did get to sleep, but his dreams were cut short when another cramp woke him.

The next morning, he came to see that the egg had noticeably grown within him. His belly was slightly bulged, with a tightness in his lower abdomen that kept him even from relieving himself properly. He had morning wood, yet his member remained entombed within his slit next to the egg. The position and angle of his cock made walking difficult, but once he relieved himself in the stables next to their horses, he finally willed himself to soften up and go about his day.

Luckily for him, his body seemed to adjust enough that the cramps were partially alleviated the following day. Sure, the permeating pain was eternally present throughout, but it was manageable, at least until he tried to have some fun with Talba again over lunch. She had reverted back into her normal form as a hen-mare and tried to play feral for him with her tail up and clit winking, but the moment he felt the swell in his loins, the discomfort returned. Again, he was left unable to get properly aroused without the added pressure causing an unwanted cramp in his loins.

He did give up that day, leaving Talba to find solace in the Ulokar mount that was in the stables. If she wanted to be knotted and mated, she'd need to find something that was eager to fill a mare. Vaulix just couldn't find the heart to get into it.

The only thing he could do to alleviate some of the pressure and stress of a sex-free week was to rub himself to orgasm, treating the bulbous mass of his cock head like a clitoris. Problem was, that didn't work either because he couldn't relieve some tension without getting hard. His body hadn't yet adjusted to being a more female version of himself, so his cock still demanded attention.

Days passed like that, with him falling asleep to a night of agony as his body tried to reject the egg in his clutch chamber. He was plagued with cramps and twisting pain nearly constantly, and his body just wasn't interested in keeping up with the growth of it inside him. The egg would grow, his reproductive tract would alter itself ever so slightly to accommodate it, but then just as his internals were on the verge of equilibrium, the egg would grow past his body's allocation for that day.

Yet still Talba had tried everything to entice him into mating with her, against his better judgement. She tried calling him into the chambers, only to reveal herself tied up in a sling with her legs spread and arms bound. She tried magically tying herself to an artificial mare with a speculum spreading her pussy open right to the cervix. Nothing was enough to coax him from his discomfort long enough to get aroused.

By the fourth day, the egg had grown beyond the usual limit of what Vaulix was known to produce. Usually, he would incubate an egg the size of his head, but Talba's body was much bigger and her reproductive tract was much more generous even in relation to her body. He was avian and reptilian, his oviduct and clutch-chamber were a small part of his body. She was half mare, and her womb could hold an egg that could encapsulate a newborn foal.

He was not so lucky.

Since the egg had been created within Talba, it was going to fulfill its maximum potential, and as the week went on his body kept chasing after the pace set by the egg with mixed results. By the end of the week, he had a belly so bloated with an egg so big he looked like a kiwi bird pre-lay. His torso had nearly doubled in size, with a clearly defined, egg-shaped bulge pressing out just above his pelvis and out from under his rib cage.

His abdomen was so crowded he could barely eat, let alone mate or masturbate.

"That's not getting any better, is it?" Talba asked as she brought him a platter in their chambers.

Vaulix had been reduced to that of an obese king, barely able to stand up without the weight and pressure pushing down on his loins and threatening to stir up his arousal in such a way that would make it worse. "Well, with any luck it'll be done and out of me soon enough. I don't think the eggs every got much bigger in you, so the cycle must be nearing completion."

She nodded and patted his belly, then offered him a slice of uriel fruit. "Very soon. Can you stand?"

"Only when I have to pee, but that's not a concern at the moment." He opined, tossing his head back to gulp down the flesh of the snack. "So, is this-" Before he could finish, a massive full-bodied cramp clenched every muscle in him from neck to thighs all at once, his walls baring down on the eggshell within his clutch.

Talba grabbed the platter and backed off, keeping her eyes trained on him as he grunted and started to whimper. She stepped back until she reached the bed, so she could lay the platter down and take another slice of fruit. After eating it, she licked her fingers clean and returned to her mate, gently patting him on the shoulder and easing him down off his seat to all fours in the middle of their chambers. "Okay, my dear, this next part is going to be pretty intense, but the more you force it, the faster it goes."

That didn't sound like good advice, but Vaulix was too wracked with the pain and cramps of his egg to worry about the logistics of Talba's behavior. He aided the contractions by squeezing down on his torso with all his might, a powerful grunt escaping his beak as his wings folded down over his sides. His tail was up and his legs were parted for easier passing of the egg, and he felt his loins grow taut around the cresting shell.

"Good, good Vaul. Come on, you can do it. You're a trooper." She said as she brought her hands up to cradle his bloated belly. "Go on, one good push and I'm sure that this whole ordeal will be over." She slid her fingers up past his lower belly to tickle his spread open lips, caressing the spread flesh of his oviduct as the rim of the egg forced it to dilate.

An audible spurt burst from his loins to spray all over her as the birthing fluid escaped his depths. With a contraction aided push, he felt his hips widen and his body rearrange itself to force the egg out. His cloaca lips spread far and wide, dilated to the absolute limit as the berth of the egg passed through his hips, the sudden and intense combination of burning pain and body-rocking orgasm popping his cock out an-

His eyes shot open and he blinked a few times as he adjusted to the dim light of his chambers. Talba was curled up in front of him, shifting in place against his sudden outcry.

"Hmmm, what's this all about?" She whimpered at him, still half-asleep.

Vaulix could feel his massive cock throbbing and bobbing between them, the underside of it lightly resting on her haunches and nestled in between her rump cheek and the base of her tail. The end had exploded all over the small of her back, gumming her hair and mane up there, but he didn't want to alert her too much. "N-nothing dear."

Talba reached back and gently rubbed his seed into her lower back before smelling her fingers. "Doesn't smell like nothing." She mused, then licked herself as she rolled over to match his gaze with her glowing emerald eyes. "Doesn't taste like nothing, either. Come on, what's up?"

He felt himself shrinking post-climax, so he gathered his thoughts about the dream he'd roused himself from. "I have to tell you, I had the strangest dream." He paused a bit to ponder whether it was necessary to admit to her that he'd used magic on her when he mated her; when he agreed with himself that it was fine, he continued. "You know how you asked me to get rough with you? Well, you woke up the next morning with painful cramps from the egg...and the only way to alleviate it was to pass the egg to me!"

She clicked her beak at him and trilled in curiosity. "And why would my egg hurt me? That makes no sense, Vaul."

"I know! I mean, okay, it was because I had used magic on you while we were mating and it made the egg grow super fast, and your body wasn't ready for it." He paused again, and he was wracked with guilt that had bled out from the dream into his waking mind, so he confessed. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to break my promise by tainting you with magic during our session, I know you prefer it raw! Please don't think less of me!"

"Shhhh!" She pressed her cummy finger to his beak to hush him. "I know! It's fine. I can feel when you use magic on me, dear. Five hundred years together, I can sense your ademane from a nation away. Come on, who are you kidding? Don't...just...don't worry about it hun. I love that you care so much you can't help it. Just go to bed and fuck me raw in the morning to make up for it. For now, sleep."

Vaulix mumbled a bit to himself as his eyes fluttered and he let himself drift back into a slumber. He tried to get back to sleep, but the vivid nature of the dream world had him genuinely scared he'd return to a version of reality where Talba was callous towards him and demanded his suffering for her delight while teasing and making him miserable.

No. That would never happen. He knew for a fact she would never do this, and the thoughts were quickly wiped from his mind as he nuzzled into her mane and got a long whiff of her natural, earthy aromas.

She would never hurt him.