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Chief Storm was not keen on the upcoming meeting he and his village would be playing host to. King Aurelia Aren and Queen Otille Thenne were bringing their daughters Talba and Melodi to discuss matters of the future of Arrenthen, and were going to be visiting the leaders of the leaders of each province in a diplomatic mission of sorts. Storm was not privy to the details of this meeting, but as the leader of the Gryphon tribe in the northern Joraken province of Arrenthen, he was expected to oblige the needs of both king and queen regardless of their level of communication.

This naturally irked Storm, who didn't appreciate being told what to do or how to do it, and certainly didn't like the complete communication blackout he was subjected to. He pledged his allegiance to the rulers of the nation not out of submission, but because it made the most logical sense and he was told it would, in an indirect way, offer him more power over the land he called his own and the region of the nation that he ruled. All he had experienced thus far was subjugation and a distinct lack of control. He often felt like he was simply a puppet for the royal parliament cabal and not the independent and self-reliant ruler as he saw himself.

Of course, the rulers of the nation were both known to be relatively kind and reasonable, as his aide Dasa was keen on reminding him. King Aurelia could be aggressive with his mannerisms, but Storm identified with that and he knew the king was always reliable and effective in his many endeavors. The Queen was a bit softer, a bit nicer, and a bit gentler with her behavior, but was equally adept at getting her way, often using her feminine wiles to influence the males in her region.

This was not a form of negotiation that Storm had any qualms regarding.

Which was why he was so unnerved when a messenger burd boy arrived at Storm's front deck, delivering a letter that would announce the meeting on this day. Something felt off, since both Aurelia and Otille were known to be forthright in their communication. If they wished for something, they would simply say so. If they demanded action (Something that was rare but did happen on occasion), they would simply do so. That letter from the messenger simply read a time, a date, and the declaration that the 'royal family would be coming for a visit regarding matters of the nation's future'.

Such a message reeked of that of a play for power. A thinly veiled threat in the guise of good will, designed to get Storm on edge and to trick him into saying or doing something out of line that would give them all the clout the needed to out him or remove him from power. He had no intention of relinquishing his throne atop the temple.

The day of their arrival, Storm had assembled his assistants, aides, and servants within the grand banquet hall that was at the foot of the massive tree in which he'd erected his home called the Timberwood. At the gates of the village, he waited with Dasa in tow as the royal convoy arrived, led by a horse-drawn carriage that carried their chief guardsmen Rannik and Vasmeth followed by the king and queen's vessel.

Storm stepped forth to happily invite them in, personally guiding the half dozen carriages to an appropriate location near the Chief's Timberwood. As a gentleman and well rounded leader of his people, he gracefully took the queen's hand and gave it a gentle kiss before shaking hands with the king. Both were hippogryphs, each nearly as large as Storm - which was impressive given Storm was nearly twice the height of an average civilian. It wasn't uncommon for the largest and strongest to ascend to positions of power in Arrenthen.

After the queen came three more young characters that he wasn't all that familiar with, two female hippogryphs and a male cockatrice. It didn't take much to realize that these were the twin princesses Melodi and Talba, though the last time Storm had seen them, both had been fluffy and full of down, but now they were more beautiful, graceful, and elegant looking as young mares. Melodi had dark golden brown feathers and fur and hooves in place of feet, where Talba was slightly larger with a lighter, creamy golden brown color with the gorgeous overlay of a barn owl and massive golden talons. Melodi wore a dress of gold and green while Talba wore one of red, black, and gold.

Holding hands with Talba was a large cockatrice, with feathers of all colors and a white muzzle. Storm didn't know who he was, but when he asked Talba, she explained that this gentle-drake was her mate, soon to be crowned Prince Vaulix. A medic from the Arrenthen army whom she had met after getting trampled by her stallion Oceris. More information than Storm needed, but it served its purpose.

He kissed the hands of princesses Melodi and Talba, while offering a talon for Vaulix to shake before they went together to the banquet hall.

Rannik and Vasmeth both opted to stand guard outside the hall's front doors for protection, but Storm insisted they come in and enjoy the meal. His people were all warriors to some extent and could protect the royal caravan at all costs for the duration of the trip. They declined, so Storm offered to share a meal with them after the meeting.

Tensions were on the rise as the chief and the royals all sat down to their banquet, with Storm prepared to enact drastic measures in the event that negotiations went south. In fact, the reason he wished to have both the equine guards inside with him was to keep an eye on them; they both looked burly and buff, bigger than most any of the warriors of his tribe, and he didn't wish to have them inciting violence upon his people. As a contingency measure, he insisted Dasa remain outside with them, just to be safe. Storm knew that it wasn't likely that the king and queen would engage in subterfuge or political assassination or any of the other concerns he'd prepared for, but as a leader it was his job to consider such actions.

He was pleasantly surprised when it turned out that none of those concerns were valid.

As it turned out, they were not at his village to exert their power or force him to submit in any way, but were actually visiting with an offer he truly couldn't refuse. Well, he could, but there was no desire to deny them.

The offer was Melodi's hand in marriage when she came of age. She was still about a year short of blossoming, but it was about time for her to find a mate and the best way to strengthen the bonds between the capitol and their provinces was to marry her to one of the leaders. After much consideration, they had chosen Storm as the strongest, the smartest, and the most politically influential of the provincial chiefs. Talba had already chosen a mate, so she was already spoken for. Marrying him into the royal family was beneficial for both parties, and though Talba was oldest and technically next in the line for the throne, Melodi would take over in the event of her older sister's passing which would then make Storm King of Arrenthen.

Truly an offer he couldn't refuse, yet he kept a sliver of caution in his mind, just in case. The best deception was of course masked by goodwill.

Once the tensions had alleviated, Storm insisted upon a massive party to take place that night, village-wide, and the royal family were all invited. There was to bebe roasts and drinks and music and magic in the air as a celebration of life and the future of their families.

After the meal, Storm took Melodi with him to gather his advisors and give her a tour of the village, eager to introduce the young mare to his world. Within the year she would be his bride, so he insisted on making sure she was attuned to his personality and prepared to deal with what he'd expect of her once they were mated. Part of his mind immediately drifted towards the act of breeding with her, but he respected her boundaries as she hadn't laid her first clutch yet and she wasn't ready for such.

That night, the party that ensued was legendary, with every one of Storm's ten thousand warriors all singing and dancing and sharing food and engaging in all sorts of rough acts until well past midnight. Near the temple, groups would engage in casual orgies - a normal behavior in this village and a celebration of the life and love that would bind them - as well as violent combat just for fun. Storm remained at his Timberwood home, hosting the royal family there while his people howled and shot bolts of magic into the sky, lighting up the jungle that tightly surrounded the walls of the village.

Eventually, King Aurelia and Queen Otille took their leave, retiring to the guest house beneath Storm's Timberwood and connected to the Banquet Hall. Talba and Vaulix both kept partying well into the night, while Storm was left in his loft with Melodi. Again, thoughts of intimacy raced through Storm's mind, but he knew that not even his libido could sabotage his desire for true power. Patience was a virtue, he knew, and he would grant Melodi the serenity she so desired, though a storm cloud was creeping in and it was starting to rain.

However, that didn't stop Storm from letting his desires bubble up within him. As such, he found himself leaning over his balcony, looking over the surrounding jungles with Melodi resting comfortably in his bed. The party was dying down and the poor weather was picking up, but that didn't mean that the orgies weren't still pulsing and writhing in the distance. He could find a mare or hen to mate with in order to sate his desires. At least, that was the intention until he heard a rustling beyond the walls of his village, a disturbance near the land he was to protect.

His protective instincts took over and he immediately hopped up onto his roof, padding over until he was able to leap into the air through the branches of his Timberwood tree home, wings spread to glide to the outside of the village, far away from the party, the royals, and his soon-to-be bride. He had his spear on hand, as he never left the village without it, and started tracking the source of the disturbance. Before long, he had traced his prey to the site of a waterfall and lake, in the glade just one kilometer east of his home.

As he slowly crept forward between the thick vegetation, he was shocked to hear the light chirping and deep feminine voice of an avian singing, the sound interrupted by the crashing of the waterfall. The land was dark, as no moon or stars could be seen in the sky, but Storm had the eyes of an eagle, and the night vision of a fox, so he could still hunt at night if the situation called for it. He was quite shocked at what he saw when he pushed the final fronds away from his face.

Princess Talba, alone and naked underneath the waterfall with her dress in a crumpled up mess on the shore of the lake. She was enjoying a shower, chirping and cooing a song as the water crashed over her body. The lake was shallow, only up to her hips or so, but in reality she was just very tall.

Storm was on the verge of stepping out from his hiding spot when a sudden crack of lightning struck nearby, illuminating the sky in a brief flash that highlighted her form and every leaf in the surrounding jungle, as well as Storm's beak and spear poking out from behind the frond. Talba jumped in shock, but then quickly calmed herself down after a few heavy breaths and resumed her chirping song.

This behavior made Storm curious more than anything else. Only a fool would find themselves in an open lake during the onset of a thunderstorm, yet Talba had absolutely no fear. In his brief conversations with her she had not given any indications she was a fool, so he didn't assume she didn't know better. Naturally, as a curious gryphon, he kept a keen eye on her, watching her every action and reaction as the thunder and lightning grew in intensity and frequency. Rather than dart or show fear, she grinned with beak agape even as she stood under the waterfall, strikes of the storm growing ever closer.

Within minutes, her expressions had morphed from that of excitement to one of apprehension, like she knew that the storm was getting close and that she'd almost certainly be struck by lightning while her fur and feathers were soaked by the water. Furthermore, there was some salt deposits in this particular lake, which meant it was even more conductive and was a greater danger when the storm was to descend upon them.

The Chief was about to leap out and command her to exit the pool, when a blistering crack of lightning crashed down on the pool, leaving a hail of sparks raining down off the waterfall and arcs of lightning crawling over the surface of the water as steam billowed up around princess Talba. She was stiff as a board, with her arms down at her side, neck straight, and tail lifted up behind her while she fell facefirst into the water, collapsing like a felled tree.

Leaping into action, Storm tossed his spear to the ground and leapt into the water, cringing as he felt the aftershocks coursing through his thighs and tickling his loins. When he got to Talba, he lifted her up out of the water as her mane flowed over his arm. Her emerald green eyes stared up at him with a devious grin as she writhed in what he thought was pain but soon revealed itself to be pleasure. She squeezed her inner thighs together, rubbing against her swollen womanhood as her clitoris winked in a distinctly mare-like motion, squirting a thin strand of opalescent mess into the still sizzling water.

It didn't take Storm much time at all to realize that the sudden shock of lightning hadn't hurt her, but she had done it on purpose and it had been the source of immense pleasure for her. She explained, very briefly, that she had wanted to see what it felt like since neither she nor Vaulix had learned how to manipulate bolt energy yet, and she was interested in experimenting with such pleasantries. She only was able to briefly explain, because midway through her sentence she leapt into Storm and tackled him into the lake with the lightning and thunder raging around them, wind howling and rain soaking them.

Though part of him wished to hold back and not defile the princess in the name of diplomacy, her estrus aroma was thick in the air in spite of the rain and his throbbing loins had been aching for some release ever since he left Melodi alone in his bed. Talba assured him she had blossomed and was no virgin, and even alleviated his concern by saying that Vaulix and her had enjoyed a more open relationship than most, much in the same way King Aurelia and Queen Otille had casually enjoyed the pleasure of others.

They started at one another tentatively, using fingers to tease and caress one another's nether regions. Talba found that Storm grew to full size with ease and vigor, while Storm found that she was so thick with the fluid of her arousal that even someone his size could ease his way into her without much resistance. Given her heritage as part mare, she was quite eager and malleable well beyond what most would consider normal. In time, they gradually explored one another, hands dancing over muscle and fingers slipping through feather and mane. Another bolt lanced from the sky to hit the water, only this time Storm's innate magic dousing its effect so she got the full shock without any of the body-tensing extremes that could leave her stiff and drowning.

Having melted away the concerns from both parties, Storm took advantage of Talba's eager body and her admiration for the power of the storm, aggressively mating with her for many hours in that lake amidst the crashing thunder and lightning, their acts growing increasingly violent and aggressive even as bolts struck the surface and electricity coursed through their bodies, intensifying every throb of the knot or wink of the clit. Once tied together, they were stuck, knotted as one even as they came to rest at the shores.

Talba made many jokes about how Storm and Vaulix could fight over her, and that she eagerly looked forward to meeting him again, but also opined that her family might not be returning to Storm's village until Melodi had also blossomed, which means it could be as much as a year later. As such, this might be the last time they got to spend together for a very long time, hence her willingness to stay knotted to him as they cuddled on the shores of the lake.

Eventually, they did part ways and return to the village, around the same time the storm was dying down around them. Soaking wet, Storm fell to his bed with Melodi and, fully satisfied by the princess' sister, sensually cuddled with his soon to be bride.

The next morning, all parties woke and returned to their homes. The royal family collected at the gates with Rannik and Vasmeth guiding them to their caravan, with Melodi casually joking aloud that Talba smelled an awful lot like Storm. Both Talba and Storm laughed this off, but Storm could see that Vaulix knew exactly what that meant, but he just grinned and nodded to the Chief.

Once they left the village, Storm went back to his life ruling over the Joraken province, eagerly awaiting the day that Melodi blossomed and was considered a mature mare. After having enjoyed the pleasures of her sister - the future queen - Storm was keen on seeing what his princess bride could do on their wedding day.

"Dear Chief Storm. We write to inform you of some good news within the royal family! As discussed in our last meeting eight months ago, Melodi has been betrothed to you on the day of her blossoming as princess of Arrenthen, which has come a bit earlier than expected! As such, she and the rest of the royal family will be arriving within the next week to start the planning stages regarding the mateship ceremony to wed the both of you! May the skies shine bright upon you and your people, and may Arrenthen stand proud and strong. Sincerely, King Aurelia and Queen Otille."

Storm was sitting at his table, rereading aloud the note that he had received a few days prior by the same yet slightly older messenger boy that had been sent from the capitol the first time. Within moments of having the letter delivered, Storm had already begun preparations to have the grand hall and the guest houses properly prepared to house royalty, cleaning them well and putting his own tribal spin on the accommodations.

Hosting a wedding ceremony was not exactly something Storm was well versed in, as he was more of a warrior at heart - a fighter, not a lover - but he insisted on ensuring that everything went as planned without a single hiccup. Luckily, this meeting was to be the planning stage, with Melodi married to him soon thereafter. Though he felt it would likely be on the onus of the King and Queen, he still wanted to have as much say as he could regarding the ceremony. As chief of his tribe and the soon to be groom to a princess, he really should be the one making the final say in regards to his own wedding. Besides, he liked being in control as much as he could, regardless of the situation. The gryphon chief did not appreciate being under the control of others even if those others had his best interests at heart.

Moments following his reread of the note, he heard a commotion outside his home, signaling that the royal family was arriving. Immediately, he darted to his front door and leaned over his balcony to look down over the Timberwood and get a proper vantage over the front gate of the village. Sure enough, the caravan of royal figures were waiting for Storm's approval to let them in, so he did.

By the time he had gotten dressed and hopped down to glide to the ground, all of the royal carriages had been properly parked by the stables, well within the gate and in a safe place near the guest house. Storm bowed to the two royal guard Rannik and Vasmeth, wings partially spread. "I welcome you all to our village once again. If there's anything I can do to accommodate you, please don't hesitate to ask." He said in his most inviting and cordial tone.

Vasmeth and Rannik both hopped down off the carriage and offered Storm only the faintest of bows before opening up the cabin to reveal the guests of honor. First came Talba and Vaulix, smiling and holding hands as Vaulix shot Storm a bit of a sly look, reminding the chief that Talba remained his. Storm gave a proper hand shake to him before the King and Queen departed, engaging in the gentlest greetings before finally bringing Melodi out.

Storm was taken aback by the beauty of the young hippogryph; she truly had blossomed into a gorgeous golden feathered flower, wearing an even nicer green and gold dress and a gold-leaf tiara. Had he not known any better, he would have assumed this was her wedding outfit, given the beauty and how well she'd been dolled up. Her feathers were properly swept back and aligned perfectly with a glimmering shine, her tail a golden wisp of long, soft hair, and her golden talons looked soft as a hatchling's down. He fell to a knee and took her by the hand, lightly rubbing his beak to her wrist in an avian kiss. "My princess, you are more gorgeous than I imagined any gryphon-mare possibly could be." Despite him crouching, he still remained as tall as she.

She tried to hide a blush as she offered a single-handed curtsy, her eyes remaining fierce as the eagle that was in her blood. Storm was quite perceptive, and noted that there was a sincere feeling of apprehension coming from her, but he was keen on keeping that information to himself for as long as was necessary.

"I imagine your trip was quite taxing, so I offer you the banquet hall and guest house for your stay. It shall be deemed yours in its entirety, and you shall have a harem of five helping hands to wait on you, keeping you as pampered as you may be at home." Storm explained, sure to focus on the qualities his village could offer.

Though they were a rather large village of ten thousand all living in and around a series of ancient temples, they were still a primitive looking tribe of avians, felines, and equines. They were as advanced and well-versed in the ways of modern technology as the capitol had been, yet still preferred to live in huts and cottages buried within the dense foliage of the north Arrenthen jungles. To an outsider, the Joraken province looked quite primitive, but once one stepped inside one of the buildings, they would find that they were as well-made and ornate as a castle.

Queen Otille laughed and gently patted Storm on the shoulder. "Chief, darling, my dear gryphon lord, You don't need to bend over backwards for us, you're practically family now and we expect to be treated no different than any other guests. Besides, we don't mind mixing things up a bit, we need time to get away from all that pampering from time to time. Darling, how could we be rulers of our people and for our people if we live in a castle all day?" She walked past him and out onto the cobblestone pathway. "But with that said, where's the banquet hall, I am quite hungry."

Dasa poked his head out from between the guest house and banquet hall, smiling with his massive canine teeth. "Over here, your highness."

King Aurelia nodded and slapped Storm on the back. "Good. The queen and I are going to go and relax, get something to eat. We can discuss the wedding in the morning over breakfast if that works for you! In the mean time, we must vacation!" He gently pushed Melodi into Storm, forcing their chests to touch before jauntily walking over to the banquet hall, where he met with Dasa and Queen Otille. As the door closed behind them, the two equine guards Vasmeth and Rannik stood on either side, brandishing their spears to protect the location.

Melodi blushed as she pressed her hands close to Storm's massive chest, digging fingers into his feathers. Embarrassed, she pushed away and started to grind her teeth as she averted her eyes. "S-sorry about that, Chief." She apologized with a weak fluttering chirp. Just then, Talba gape grinned and waved before jaunting off with Vaulix, leaving the two soon-to-be lovers alone.

"What's there to be sorry about?" He asked, reaching out to gently caress her shoulder. He wanted to keep her at arms length, that way she would only come in close when she was ready. Given the nature of arranged marriages - especially with one so young betrothed for political gains - Storm could tell she wasn't too keen on the entire arrangement. "Come on, let's walk and talk, shall we?" He crossed his hands over his back and offered her an arm to hook on to if she so desired, his wings partially spread behind the both of them in a show of protection.

She sighed heavily before wrapping her arm around his. "Yeah. I'm sure we have lots to talk about. Wanna go through town or to your lodge? Cabin? TreeHouse? What do you call it?"

"I'm okay with heading through town. We can wave to my people, let them know who you are since you are about to be a very big part of the region. Oh, and it's called the TimberWood Lodge, which also happens to be what I named my drake-bits, if you must know."

Melodi had to aggressively stifle a laugh.

"Well I'm glad that you are capable of laughing in such a stressful time. I want you to know that, as a ruler and as a drake, I have your interests at heart first and foremost. I'm sure that, with you being so young, you're probably not ready for marriage yet and I know that we aren't very close to one another so I could understand how being with me might be unpleasant at first. For that reason, I promise and vow to let you dictate the pace, at least at first. I will not force you to do anything against your will or-"

Melodi turned and snapped her fingers at him, interrupting his heartfelt speech. "What's all this about, Storm? Do you not want to marry me? Is there something wrong with me?"

He was taken aback. "N-not at all. I just know that marriage is a huge step in one's life and I'm sure this path was chosen for you without your consent, so I wanted to make the transition as smooth and hassle free as possible, and if that means twisting myself to accommodate my new bride then so be it. I'm not like most chiefs, and I don't want to be a source of misery for you."

"Wait, you think this was chosen for me against my will? Oh, dear, I fear you don't know my family at all! No, I chose you, above all other potential suitors across the land. After careful consideration, a lot of reading up on your past as well as the history of this village, I told my parents that this was what I wanted when I came of age. They hoped I would chose you, hence the words written in the first letter eight months ago, but they knew that no political sway could force me into a marriage I wasn't interested in. I apologized earlier because I chose you, and I thought you would resent me for having my parents force me upon you." She explained, arms crossed over her chest and beak hissing gently. "Honestly, I'm probably your biggest fan!"

Storm paused to stare at her, golden eyes narrowed as the feathers on his chest started to ruffle and self-adjust. "So you don't feel forced into an unwanted marriage composed just to further the bloodline of your parents?"

"No. The rest is true, though! They did want me to join in matrimony with you because you had the strongest bloodline of the potential suitors, and because you commanded a vast army of warriors, but I just wanted you because you're one sexy drake and I've been aching for you ever since I first met you." She leaned in close, grabbing at the white fluff of his chest. "Oh, and Talba tells me you're quite the stud. So before you go weeping about being gentle and going slow, I want you to know I'm ready for you and you better save as much of yourself as you can for our wedding night. Understand me?" She flicked him on the beak and leaned in on the tips of her hooves to preen at his neck feathers before turning around and skipping away, tail held high.

Gobsmacked, Storm simply stood there and blinked, not sure how to respond to any of that.

After mere moments of him percolating a few ideas and thoughts in his mind, he decided that he should chase after her. Knowing he could dispense with the posh and reserved nature he'd cultivated over the past few days in preparation for her arrival, he was eager to get to know this young mare a bit better.

The rest of his day went quite smoothly, as he no longer felt obligated to maintain the cordial sense of posture he'd expected to have to maintain for the duration of the royal family's stay. Melodi's declaration of intent and desire had indeed thrown him off, but he was a strong and charismatic chief, so he found himself able to adjust quite quickly.

From their place next to his Timberwood home, they headed north through the central market district, past the residential district, the services district, and the northern market before reaching the temple where they were to be married. He did get an odd sense of deja vu that felt bizarrely powerful, but he still insisted on giving the tour. He also got the impression that she was merely being polite when she acted with wide-eyed wonder in regards to each different bit of trivia he shared about his people and his village.

It would later be revealed that Melodi - along with her sister Talba - had been doing a large amount of research on the region and already knew about the city's layout, much of its history, and its culture.

This made Storm swell with admiration and what he might have called love, had he known her better. In only an afternoon, he was already starting to feel for this hippogryph bride, even though he knew that their unity was merely one of convenience. Still, her desires for him mixed with his naturally diplomatic mind ensured that he was able to empathize and even grow fond of her with ease.

Better for everyone that way.

However, one thing she said did ruffle his feathers a bit. The part about 'saving every bit of himself for her' on their wedding night rubbed him the wrong way. As chief - and most eligible bachelor - of his village, Storm wasn't exactly known for his prudish nature. Since the wedding wasn't likely to happen for at least a week, such self control was not likely.

Eventually, the city torches were blown out and both King and Queen laid down in the guest hall for the night. While the royal family slept, the others all retired to their rooms, with Talba and Vaulix bunking up together, and Melodi insisting to her family that she share her room with Storm, given that they were to wed and there were no cultural limitations imposed upon them that would restrict such behavior.

Storm's first thought was that she was impatient and wanted a proper taste of him early, but that hope was crushed when she informed him that she was not permitting him to touch her, sexually, until wed. They could cuddle, she could apparently grind herself back against him, and he could hold her close, but no sex was to happen. As it turned out, her hatchday anniversary wasn't for another week, and THAT was when they intended to wed. Until then she was considered too young to defile.

Naturally, this frustrated Storm to the point that he seriously considered taking her regardless of her protests. When he reached over and wrapped his hands around her throat with his hip grinding against her haunches, she simply turned and grinned at him, her glowing amber eyes daring him to proceed.

Beguiled by her audacity and confidence, Storm chuffed and grinned at her, touching her beak with his before he decided to leave her alone in his bed so he could relieve the tension she'd built up in him. He needed to take care of himself, and as much as he appreciated the princess' personality, that didn't exactly get him off.

He slipped out from his balcony to fly his way back out to the waterfall that he'd seen Talba enjoying eight months earlier, hoping and wishing to recreate his time with her on that wonderful, turbulent night. When he arrived, he was disappointed to see that no such luck would befall him, for he was alone with the full moon illuminating the glade.

Many options stirred in his mind as he considered returning to town and hiring someone to help him, or maybe he could just manually handle himself, but there wasn't much fun in that. Even with his member firm in his sheath with a musky aroma billowing up from his loins, he seriously considered just calling it a night and giving in to Melodi's requests, since he knew that it would be the most diplomatic of solutions.

He was about to turn and hop off the log to leave when he heard a rustling in the nearby fronds. Could have been a leopard or feral snake, but neither of those were clumsy enough to announce their presence like that.

As he prepared himself for a lunge or attack by slowly back-stepping into the water until it was up to his mid thighs, he rubbed his fingers together to coax sparks and shocks from his hands. If anything was to come out at him, it would be immediately stunned the second it touched the water thanks to his namesake magic.

But then, as if he was in a dream, Princess Talba stepped out from the underbrush and stood tall, the pale blue moon glistening off her golden feathers, completely naked and exposed to Storm. "Why so defensive, chief?" She asked, beak agape and tail raised high behind her. "It's almost like you were expecting something else entirely." As she spoke, she stepped into the water, a crackling and buzzing sound emanating from her talon as more energy surged through the lake's surface.

Storm immediately considered withdrawing his magic, as he did not want to harm the future queen, but she kept walking into deeper waters as the crackles and pops made their way up her body. He chuckled a bit and upped the force in his magic, intensifying the sounds and sensations that were coursing through her. "As I'm sure you know, the lush wood of northern Arrenthen can be a dangerous place, especially outside the village walls. It's only natural I prepare myself for any potential threats; I'm sure you understand."

The closer she walked to Storm, the louder the electric sizzle became. "Oh, I know all about the threats out there. But you're a big, strong gryphon, and I think you can take care of yourself." She leaned in close, so their chests were nearly touching as she slid a finger down between his muscular pecs. "So tell me, what are you doing here in the middle of the night, alone?"

He halted the surge of electrical energy that was coming from his fingertips to take her hand in his. "I could ask you the same thing."

A smile instantly morphed her expression, so she nodded and turned away with her tail still up high. "Well, I suppose you could, and I guess I'm not queen yet so I'm obligated to answer. At least for now, given this is your province and your village, I am your subordinate. So I guess I'll explain first." She gave one wisp of her tail as the golden hairs trailed over the surface of the water to leave a series of tiny rivulets before turning back around, facing him. "I remember what happened last time we met here, do you?"

Storm only nodded slowly, arms crossed over his chest. His sheath was swollen and bulging as his mind once again raced back to that brief encounter they shared on her last visit.

"Well, I remember it quite well and I have a confession to make. We both know how foolish it was to be out in such weather, with the thunder and lightning around me while I showered. Well, I wasn't being foolish, I was experimenting." She stepped past Storm and started circling him as she spoke, lightly touching at his haunches and lower back and other body parts as she moved. "Vaulix and I, we experimented a bit with his magical abilities, most notably his shock blasts that he used to resuscitate soldiers in the field. Well, I found that I loved that sensation in my chest, and wanted to see how it would feel...in more intimate areas."

Storm raised an eyebrow, smirking even as his cock tip poked out; he knew where this was going, so he prodded her to continue. "And why didn't you just get him to help you out. He seems like a wonderful partner to you, insatiable as you may be."

Talba paused to roll her eyes a bit. "Under most circumstances you'd be right, but he's worried he'll hurt me. Plus, I want to see how far my body can go, what I can withstand. When he did try it, shocking my nether flesh, he didn't put any actual energy into it. I needed something far beyond what he was willing to do."

"So you came out to a conductive lake under a waterfall to feel the full effects of a thunder blast? Seems like overkill to me." He paused then nodded. "But I can respect that."

"Indeed. Foolish it may have been, but I've learned my limits, and I want to ride as close to them as I can. In the past eight months I was able to convince him to up the amps, hit me with all he's got, but he's just not willing to go as far as I want him to. That's where you come in." To accent that last statement, she leaned in close to press her body up against Storm's, his engorged sheath pressed up against her belly as she cradled his balls. "And I know you possess the means to rock my body with the strength of, well, a Storm."

The more she spoke, the more aroused Storm became. He had felt like he was on the cusp of blue-balling upon his initial arrival, yet her teasing served only to entice him farther. Given his penchant for just taking what he wanted and her clear invitation, he eschewed his diplomatic side towards the future queen and grabbed her by the neck with one hand, his other hand gripping between her legs to slip two fingers into her slick and well-lubricated passage.

She resisted at first, having been taken a bit by surprised, but she relaxed a moment later, realizing that she was going to get what she had come here for.

Mere seconds after she'd loosened up, Storm forced his fingers deeper into her past the knuckles and curled in tight against her G-spot as he channeled a gentle surge of electricity to course from one hand to the next through her body. He relished at her moaning and the twitching of every muscle in her torso as he squeezed even tighter.

Princess Talba started to whimper and chirp gently as she grasped at his hand, sensing he might be going a little too far with his sexual aggression. Her struggle was for naught, as he pushed into her and eased her onto her back in the water, releasing his grasp and cradling her neck against his bicep as he rolled his wrist to thrust his fingers into her. The added conductivity of the water amplified the sensations that coursed through her nether regions, making her muscles tense up and clit wink as hard as it ever had before. She wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him close as she buried her beak in his chest fluff, mind focused on the sensations that his magic was infusing into her form.

For all his reservations and self control, Storm quickly found himself unable to hold back from her any longer. He pulled out his fingers from her depths to smear her fluids all over his member as he pulled back the sheath, exposing his royal colored member in its entirety beneath the water's surface; typically, the water would lessen the effects of the natural lubricants they secreted, but both were so aroused that the slime that coated their respective flesh shielded them from the water.

In one fluid motion, Storm aimed his cock tip at her swollen pussy lips and forcefully rammed himself up into her, knot and all. Even he gasped aloud at the sensation of feeling the warmth of her flesh swallowing him, his burst of pleasure manifesting in a powerful surge erupting from the tip of his cock into her womb.

The sudden and intense explosion of electric shocks within her made Talba cry out against the silence of the night, her howl echoing off the trees and startling hundreds of avians from their perches. She arched her back and pushed back against him, her pussy lips tensing with a glorious wink that locked him into her, spewing creamy fluid into the water that partially submerged her.

In all his violent and carnal action, Storm slammed his hips against hers to grind together, his knot twisting and tugging at her flesh with every motion. He could feel the bulbs swelling against her quivering yet taut flesh, pressing out even as she squeezed tight.

Her muscle control was strong enough - and amplified by his shocking magic - that it forced his knot out with a pop followed by a cloudy puff of their combined fluids into the water. "Well then!" She managed to giggle as she looked him in the eyes, a hint of disappointment and despair masking her as she came to realize that, given the girth of his knot and the abundance of water washing over them, they might not be able to finish locked up. She knew this was at least partially her fault.

But Storm had no interest in giving up. "Your highness." He said with a tip of his beak. "I apologize." Before she had time to protest or prod into his intentions farther, he let go of her neck and grabbed at her hips, letting her entire upper body sink below the surface as he dug his fingers and thumbs into her sides, holding her down as he hissed and forced himself back into her. The lobes of his knot grinded and rolled against her tender lips, the girth keeping him from slipping inside of her.

After a moment of failed vigor, he pulled her back up out of the water with his cock still submerged within her plump pink pussy lips, knot throbbing and muscles tensing.

She gasped aloud, sucking in air now that she could breathe again. "W-warn me next time, Chief!" She called out in between heavy breaths.

"No worries." He apologized, before cradling her body in his arms, holding her against his throbbing knot as he shuffled into a standing position. She wrapped both arms and legs around him for stability as she gyrated her hips against him, the water dripping down from where they met to keep them both soaked through. However, Storm wasn't trying to be polite or courteous, he just wanted to get out of the water long enough to ensure that their fluids weren't being washed away. He wasn't cruel, but his carnal side had taken over and he cared primarily about tying with her supple flesh once again.

"Now this is more like it!" She cooed into his ear, voice fluttering weakly as she grunted and pushed down against him, her whole body rocked as she was forcefully slammed down against a log. "H-hey, be gentle!" She protested, only to be silenced as his massive hand wrapped tight around her neck, squeezing with strength well beyond hers. For a moment, she panicked as he forced himself in her, but then relaxed a bit as she realized that she had literally demanded this and loved every second.

While she contemplated her involvement, Storm kept pounding at her, pausing every few thrusts to grind and force himself deeper, throbbing cock stirring at her loins and stabbing at her engorged cervix. His need to breed was overcoming him, controlling him, and guiding him well beyond his usual insatiable desires and needs. The longer the two of them remained out of the water, the more slick her folds and his cock became as their flesh each concocted its own lubricants, forming a hyper-slick brew easing the passage between them.

Then, in an act of brilliance, Storm grinned and surged another powerful arc of electricity through her, starting at his cock and ending at the hand he had wrapped around her throat. Her muscles tensed and she arched her back, trying her best to resist his clutching talons as she tried to call out in pleasure and pain, her clit winking heavily and peeling her pussy lips open to help guide him.

He continued to grind against her until the current of his bolt spell ran out and she was able to relax again, all of her muscles growing loose and malleable enough to let him pop that knot into her with one forceful thrust!

The sudden pressure of the girth of his knot made her writhe in place, toes curling and tail flicking out beneath her. The surge of energy had calmed, but her pleasure was still tingling and coursing through her every few seconds and culminating in that traditional equine clitoral wink followed by a spurt of more of her creamy ejaculate down his sheath and balls. Moreover, she could feel the sharp discomfort that was his cock tip having burst through her cervix into her womb, pumping stream after stream of gooey hot precum to warm her depths.

Now completely inside her, Storm let the grip on her throat lax a bit to enjoy the wavelike caresses her pussy offered as a massage to his length. He stroked at her mane and smiled down at her while still idly grinding against her hips, knot shifting inside her and member adjusting every few seconds. "Ready for another burst?" He asked, slowly shifting his hand back to her throat with his forefinger and thumb cradled just under her beak without applying any pressure.

She grinned and nodded, her spine undulating against him amidst a series of gentle clit winks.

With her answer, Storm nodded slowly and pressed his hips tight to hers as he gripped her throat tightly, another powerful surge of his electrical magic getting channeled from her neck to her loins. She tried to writhe and arch her back against him, but he held her down with his own body, keeping her pinned to the log in a show of dominance while also pinning her hand down with his to keep her from pushing him away.

A look of distress overcame her face for only a slight moment, but then she grinned and licked her beak, as if she was challenging him to do his worst. Her pussy clenched as hard as it would go as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him in close while she arched her neck to bite down on his forearm.

He took the hint and clenched even tighter around her neck, his throbbing cock pulsing out against her tight pussy while he doubled his efforts on the surge of electricity that burst through her body from loins to throat. The sensation of her twitching and contracting vaginal walls around his shaft and knot was enough to force him out, knot popping from her depths with a gooey slimy mess accentuated by the pops and crackles of liquid bolt escaping her, forming arcs of lightning from the ground to the underside of her tail.

"You think you can keep me out?" He dared her as he released her wrist, which allowed him to use both hands on her throat. While grinding up against her, he shifted both hands so that his thumbs were pressed up against the underside of her beak and his fingers wrapped around to tangle in her mane; he wanted to hold her tight and declare dominance, not cut off her wind supply. Unconscious mares were nowhere near as fun as ones that push back.

Having declared his challenge, he pushed his knot back up against the princess's swollen lips, grinding and hissing as he used all his might to force himself back in. She winked, her walls clenched, and her plump mare vulva refused to give way as long as he kept the energy flowing from his cock tip into his hands. With that in mind, he released his magic's hold on her form for a split second, long enough to ram his hips to hers and burst back into her cunt with his knot popping into her.

Given her very brief moment of reprieve from his clutching hands and the electrical shocks that kept assaulting her loins, Talba was able to call out in pleasure as his girth popped back into her. This pleasure lasted mere moments, only to have all that freedom withdrawn as he squeezed once again and forced another surge of energy to dance through her torso.

A sliver of self-restraint tickled at the back of Storm's mind as he gripped her throat even tighter than before, forcefully holding her in place even as she grasped and clutched at his wrists. He saw he might have been going a little too hard on her - she was to be queen, after all - so he leaned in close, slowly releasing his grasp from her neck as he touched his beak to hers. "Still having fun?" He asked, genuinely concerned he may have gone too far.

Talba gulped, rubbing at her throat and the underside of her beak as she twisted her neck, cracking it back into place before idly nodding. "Why'd you stop?" She asked, placing her hands on his to pull him back up. "Don't leave me wanting more."

The chief couldn't help but chuckle. Sexual bombast clearly ran in the family. Still, he did feel like he needed to mix it up a bit, let go of the throat while still using his powers to force one orgasm after another from her needy body. His pride was on the line and he refused to fail to please his partner.

Slowly, Storm dragged his claw tips down her chest over her breast and past her belly, tiny static shocks zapping her a dozen times a second with visible arcs of electricity bridging from his claws to her feathers. He could feel her toe talons curling into his lower back as she groaned in pleasure, the most complete and sincere appreciation for his actions. As he kept at her, he slowly wrapped his hands around her lithe hips and gripped tight, digging his own claws into her as he forced another surge through her body, the bolts of energy lancing out from each of his cock barbs to meet his fingertips through her abdomen.

Talba's back arched and her pussy constricted like a snake around his cock and knot, the pressure somehow both tugging him in deeper while also threatening to force him back out. Her hands reached out and started flailing at air until she felt his white chest floof in her fingers, so she pulled him in close and squeezed her thighs around his waist, clit in a permanent state of peeled-back wink.

Since Storm wasn't exactly the chatty type when mating, he simple grinned and licked at her beak as he pulled ever so slightly on his knot, the pressure of her contracting cunt walls forcing him out with explosive gusto! However, she'd been loosened up a bit by his knot grinding, so he pushed as hard as he could with his hands around her waist for extra leverage until he managed to slip back into her. She grunted, he hissed, and they both paused for a moment to catch their breath before Storm gave her a devious look to warn her that he was only just starting.

"Wh-" She started, only to be interrupted as he yanked himself out and slammed his cock back into her, grinding sheath to plump pussy lips.

In and out he went, knot popping through her lips to swell within her and burst out amidst a spray of gooey lubricant. Her pussy had been pummeled and tenderized by the girth and attack of his knot constantly pounding her, which loosened her up and ensured that even with his magic coursing through her body and her canal squeezing tighter than a virgin, he could still slip through her swollen, slick pussy lips with but a mere hint of resistance. His cock tip slipped through her tight cervix to explode into her womb amidst the gooey mess he had been depositing in her one spurt at a time, the barbs pulling out some of their combined fluids to lubricate her passage.

After pounding her for a few moments like that, she pushed him away from her and released her leg's grip on his waist. There was a brief moment of hesitation as Storm thought she intended to part ways while he was still on the verge of his climax, but that worry was alleviated when she lifted one leg in front of his beak and turned around, laying belly down on the log with her tail up. "Not done with you yet." She cooed back at him, gape-grinning as she wagged her hips.

He adjusted himself again, feeling his knot turn and shift inside her for a brief moment before it came to settle in the most convenient of positions. Once he had found his comfort zone, he bent himself down over her and wrapped his one hand around her thigh to press his claw tip against her engorged clitoris as his other hand grabbed at the base of her tail to keep it to the side and out of the way. Then, as he curled his wrist and applied enough pressure on her clit to puncture her sensitive flesh, he zapped her again, deliberately forcing the energy to travel through her clit and G-spot both.

"Aaaaah! AH! Hngph!" Talba started howling and grunting as her entire body started shaking with pleasure, spine convulsing and arching while she clutched at the bark of the fallen log she was resting against. Then, all at once, she quivered with a full bodied shudder, a torrent of fluids bursting through her pussy lips and his knot to splash all down Storm's cock, sheath, balls, and thighs. Her feminine ejaculate sputtered and sizzled with the residual energy that had been deposited in her, even as each drip trickled off Storm's leg fur to create archways of electricity bridging from her flesh to his.

The sudden and intense warmth of her climax soaking his loins combined with the intensity of her pussy walls constricting his length and knot brought him to finish up alongside her, his muscles tensing and claws digging at the ground as his cock pulsed and shot the first strand of gooey seed deep into her. He could feel the eruptive power of his ejaculation splashing back against the opposite side of her womb to soak his barbed cock tip. His beak ground tight amidst a pleasured hiss, another slightly less intense spurt shooting into her as he leaned over her and gave her rump a proper squeeze. Their chests heaved in unison, exhausted from their drawn out mating as his balls squeezed one more ejaculate after another into her womb, filling her and inflating her with the virility only a pent up Chief could offer.

Moments passed with the two of them heaving and gasping for air as Talba's pussy contracted and squeezed, practically sucking the seed from Storm's cock as she gave a series of gentle tugs to accent her winks. He did pull his talon out of her clit, and then he licked it off and smiled. As he opened his beak to speak, a voice called out from a nearby tree.

"Good show you two!" It was Vaulix, mostly hidden from view by a particularly tall palm frond and a branch thickly covered in leaves. His deep green feathers and scales blended into the surrounding jungle color scheme with ease, making it even more challenging for Storm to have seen him. "Seriously, bravo!" He slipped off the branch, used his tail to swing, then flipped in midair and landed up the shore of the lake from them.

Storm berated himself for not seeing the future king there, but didn't pull out of Talba given his penchant for exhibitionism. Instead, he stood tall and gave Talba a proper pat on her haunches, flexing his abdomen as another idle spurt of cum shot into her. "Good evening to you, young prince. What brings you here?" He figured if he was already in deep, he might as well go all in.

Vaulix folded his wings up on his back as he walked towards the tied pair, grinning all the while. "My future wife, darling. I love to watch when she has her fun sometimes." When he reached the opposite side of the log, he crouched down and nuzzled up against Talba's beak, giving her a kiss as he cradled her chin while she kept squeezing at Storm's knot. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, prince." Storm acknowledged with another gentle buck of his hips. "How long have you been watching?"

The cockatrice stood back up and took Talba's hand in his as he hopped up onto the log, looking over at Storm. He was fully naked already, with moisture bunched up around his slit. "Oh, I got here before Talba. That noise you heard that put you on edge? That was actually me, too eager to wait." He crossed his legs and leaned up close to Storm with a grin. "And I'm not disappointed in what I saw. Melodi might be that you didn't save yourself for her, but I doubt she'd mind all too much. She wouldn't have invited us if she didn't expect....side activities."

Dozens of thoughts swirled in Storm's mind. He knew that Vaulix seemed weirdly okay with his future wife fooling around with others, but he would have liked to know that he had been watching. The fact that he was spied on both appealed to the Chief while also making him feel a touch vulnerable and violated, which in turn angered him. Still, he was knot-deep in Princess Talba - the future queen - so he knew better than to protest too vehemently. "I'm glad you had fun, I know I did." As he spoke, Talba turned and rested her head on her palm, elbow on the bark.

"I can tell." Vaulix slipped off the log and stepped up next to Storm, giving Talba a sensual glance before gently pressing against Storm's hips with his hand, easing the gryphon out of his future wife with a pop and a torrent of mess. Immediately, the cockatrice fell to his knee and buried his snout up under Talba's tail, maw open to catch every bit of cum and fluid that came out, gulping each bit down before taking a moment to sensually lick up and down her folds to clean her.

Storm remained perplexed, unsure of how to respond to Vaulix's intrusive action. He didn't like being pushed away or guided in any way, yet felt oddly endeared to the smaller drake's bravado. Rather than step away or demand attention, he simply stood tall with his engorged member bobbing next to both Vaulix's muzzle and Talba's rump, a tiny spurt of ejaculate spewing out to nearly catch the cockatrice in the eye.

Much to the Chief's delight and surprise, Vaulix turned and grabbed at Storm's knot, holding cock in place before carefully engulfing the entire length between his jaws. His tongue cradled the underside and his teeth barely clenched around the base of the knot as he sucked and licked its entire length clean. The pressure and danger of the teeth actually enraptured Storm further, but it wasn't to last. Once Vaulix was done, he turned back to Talba and completely ignored Storm, using his fingers to spread open Talba's soft walls and bury his beak inside her.

A few fervent licks later, Vaulix looked up to Storm and licked his beak with a grin. "I appreciate all you offer, but I think it might be time for you to return to your home. A fertile young hippogryph awaits you and she's every bit the insatiable mare her sister is."

"Yeah, she may be young but that filly has been aching for you as long as I can remember." Talba called out over her shoulder. She seemed about to add to that when Vaulix's tongue wrapped around her clit and squeezed, making her spine twitch and tail raise high. With a brush of her mane through her fingers, she nodded towards Storm, urging him to leave.

But Storm did not wish to leave. Now he had another partner to play with. "Tell me, princess, does your chosen prince love knots?" He asked, gripping at the base of his cock so that the veins and definition were accentuated.

"I do, but not tonight my friend." Vaulix admitted as he stood back up, mauve-tipped cock poking out from his slit. "Tell you what, you go home and cuddle your future wife, and I'll take care of mine. I know you probably want to keep having fun - I do too - but there will be plenty of time for that after the wedding." He slipped in between Storm and Talba, rubbing his slit and emerging member against Talba's tenderized pussy lips, the length of it slipping out of him and into her as it slowly grew.

Storm leaned in, grabbing his thick-scaled hips. "And what if I want to have a go at you right now? I mean, we're all here, it's night, nobody will see, and I can see you're as ready as I am for some fun." He didn't like being dismissed and tossed aside - so much so he felt like he had another round in the chamber for Vaulix whether he accepted or not, but he waited to see what the prince said before he proceeded to instill his will on him.

Vaulix twisted his long, flexible neck to look back at Storm even as his member kept growing in girth and length, filling Talba right to her bloated womb. "You can, and I won't stop you, but before we left we did see Melodi hanging out on your balcony, longingly scanning the town for you. I wouldn't make her wait too long, if I were you. Not a good first step to a conducive relationship, is it?" He offered a gentle thrust before reaching back and cradling Storm's member in his palm. "And now that you've taken care of your carnal needs, I think you may be able to converse with her a bit better, no?"

Unfortunately for the gryphon chief, that logic actually did seem pretty sound. He could have still enjoyed a brisk bit of fun with Vaulix and Talba - skies above he wanted it - but Vaulix brought up a good point. Melodi had been left alone in the village, and Storm had left to please himself without her. Not a good start. Luckily they'd not been wed yet but he needed to ensure that both she and her parents were satisfied with their choice in him as heir to their ancillary throne. With a begrudged hiss, Storm pulled back and gently tucked his cock back up in his meaty sheath, leaving only the gooey tip sticking out as he pointed to Vaulix. "You owe me one."

"Not sure I do, but I'd be more than happy to indulge your whims some time. I can already tell by how soft you've made my Talba's cunt that you'd be quite a joy to ride. For now, however, your future wife awaits."

Talba whimpered a bit, wincing as she felt the girth of Vaulix's member sliding in and out of her. "And I'm sure one day we'll share. Just, you go ahead and do your thing. We'll do ours."

Storm really didn't care for leaving midway through an enjoyable session with such a partner, but given he had already finished once and his more diplomatic mind was taking hold of his thoughts again - as his carnal desires were satisfied - he accepted that Vaulix and Talba were right. He needed to return to Melodi.

Granting but one final glance at them, he offered a respectful salute and spread his wings, launching himself into the air that he may reacquaint himself with his future wife, Princess Melodion Pangol.