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Talba sat on the courtyard bench underneath a pair of fruit trees. Apple to the left, pear to the right. She casually and quietly observed the many servants and hired help trimming the bushes and preparing the rest of the courtyard to make it look pretty. Her wedding was on the horizon and the castle grounds needed to be immaculate. Anyone who got married in the Kingdom of Arrenthen deserved the best on their special day, and that was doubly true for a member of the royal family.

While she waited for her invited guest to arrive, she reflected upon the events that led her to where she found herself on the eve of her wedding.

Three years prior, her nation was at war with Tehgol to the west. She was mostly shielded from the horrible realities of war but she was also a teenager and rebellious so King Aurelia and Queen Otille's desire to keep her in the best-protected place in all of Arrenthen - the capital parliament city and the location of the monarch's castle - was regularly foiled. She wanted the war to end as much as any of her people and her stubbourn attitude made her think she could bring peace if she could just get involved somehow. This was foolish, but it turned out to be true. Just not in the way she was hoping.

One night, on the eve of a planned attack along the northern border, Talba snuck out from her castle chambers and stole a dragon from the stables to fly to her destination. People in Arrenthen knew that if a dragon had the royal insignia on its chest that it was one of the royal steeds and was likely either conveying a message or delivering someone to an important location, so nobody would report it. Her plan worked perfectly and she ended up landing a few kilometers south of her nation's military outpost as they slept. From there, she knew what she wanted to do.

Draped in an enchanted cloak made to blend into its surroundings, she sneakily made her way over the border and followed the path to the enemy camp, a trek that took her nearly to sunrise.

Her plan was to make her way all the way to the capital city, where she could speak with the emperor and empress of Tehgol and use her superior negotiation skills to broker peace. This was not how things unfolded, however. Before she even made it past the camp, she was captured and imprisoned by the troops there.

Things were not looking good for the famously beautiful princess, as the various soldiers were long removed from their lovers at home and needed some release. They had no idea who she was, even though it should have been clear given her genetic makeup comprised of oairan and errovian. Bird and horse. The royal family of Arrenthen was known to bring those two races together, so it was rather silly that these troops did not realize who they had in their midst.

Talba had no interest in revealing this information, either. If they knew who she was, things could have gotten even worse for her and she could become a political prisoner instead of just a sexual plaything for pent-up soldiers. She could handle saurossin and avian cocks with ease; she was part mare, after all. If all they wanted was sex, she could sacrifice that part of her if it meant her safety.

But before anyone could do anything and after they tore her enchanted cloak off to expose her, General Vaulix Arraidama came to investigate the situation. Word had reached him that his soldiers found a straggling woman trying to sneak past the camp, and that was exactly the sort of thing a general needed to address at the crack of dawn before initiating the day's plans.

He, unlike his troops, knew exactly who lay before him. She was in tattered clothes and ragged from how roughly she was handled, but he knew that face anywhere. It was his job to know the enemy. Rather than inform them of her identity, he played it off like he wanted her for himself and took her back to his tent, where he restored her enchanted cloak and removed her shackles before having a long and difficult conversation with her about how dangerous it was to be where she was and how lucky it was that he got to her first. His troops were incredibly rough with their toys.

Vaulix refused to touch her in any way that wasn't appropriate. He had no interest in taking advantage of a foolish, young mare of any stature, let alone one of royal blood. He did insist that she stay with him for the day and that they could leave the following morning, but when she blurted out about the impending attack, he changed his tune.

Talba felt like a fool for revealing important military tactics to an enemy general, but she knew if she was there in the camp while her forces descended upon them she could have been killed.

There was an opportunity here for Vaulix to hold her as a bargaining chip or even to keep her as a political captive, but he opted not to. Instead, he personally left the camp with her in tow and headed straight for the Arrenthen military outpost on the other side of the border, where he intended to return Talba to her people so she could be escorted back to the capital parliament city.

The entire trip, Vaulix was polite, courteous, cordial, and respectful of her. He never once did a single thing to harm her or threaten her, he had no interest in using her for political or strategic gain, and it seemed he generally wanted nothing more than for her safety. In addition to his polite nature, he also seemed enamoured with her beauty and rebellious spirit. She wasn't thinking about it at the time but would later reflect upon her time there and realize he was flirting.

Upon reaching her nation's military base, Vaulix met up with Chief Storm to return the princess to her side of the conflict. No bargaining, no threats, just a respectful general accepting that a princess had no place on a battlefield and that she needed to be returned to the castle before the coming conflict.

And just like that, the two parted ways. She was escorted back home but no battle took place on that day. Chief Storm didn't feel right attacking under those circumstances, knowing that had the enemy not been so cordial he may have been responsible for the death of the heir to the throne. Storm and Vaulix soon had a meeting and negotiated a temporary cease-fire as thanks for returning the princess, a cease-fire that lasted months.

In those months, Talba found herself eager to meet up with the general again. She tried sneaking out to repeat that same night but the added security ensured that no such thing could happen. Cease-fire or not, they were at war and she couldn't be trusted to her own desires. In time, she learned that the only way she'd meet with the man who saved her life was to set up an official meeting with him, to be accompanied by their own generals and meeting at a neutral location.

Right before the end of the planned cease-fire, Talba took Chief Storm and General Vvilfred to meet with General Vaulix and two high-ranking officials of his own. A tent was set up to give them privacy while the other four all waited and watched over them.

That day was long for both of them. What started as a simple means to thank the general for his kindness and to probe his mind a bit to find out why he did what he did blossomed into something more. They shared stories of their youth - with Talba's being far more recent - and got to know each other on a more personal level. Their time together made Talba realize in a way she hadn't considered before that there were good people on both sides of the war and that there was a chance her nation was in the wrong. She had always been taught that the Tehgolians were evil and that they wanted to take over Arrenthen, but Vaulix explained they wanted no such thing and that they just wanted better trade.

It was all so silly to both of them, but they had their role to play in it all. Talba knew that once she was queen she'd be able to put a stop to it with the help of Vaulix, but that there was no way to do that unless her parents were killed. They joked about an assassination attempt with no real desire to enact it, their laughter the impetus needed to take real action to fix the problem.

Hours together in the tent ended up making them bond over a mutual desire for peace, even if they both had vastly different ways to go about it. They felt something for each other, which was strange considering they were enemies. The last thing they discussed under their breath was where they could meet up in secret without pesky generals and commanders nearby, and they agreed on a location in the mountains that served as the border between Arrenthen and Tehgol, near the northern tip of the triquatic lakes. There, they could get to better know each other without having to worry.

This proved to be difficult, but Talba was able to find the time and the freedom to do precisely that. Once a week, they met up there and plotted to find new ways to delay any more fighting. Vaulix was sincere in his desire to not get into another battle with Storm and his warriors, so they had to be creative when it came to concocting weird ways to distract each other's armies.

Fortunately, it was a low-key conflict that really only happened on the northern border and battles only happened every few weeks to a month. Plenty of time to stock up and erect defences. This was maintained by Vaulix and Talba after their initial meeting in an effort to ensure no casualties happened and that even if there were fights going forward there was a chance everyone would survive. Most notably, Vaulix explained that his reason for preferring this way was that he hated having to see every dying soldier on the battlefield, where he'd personally heal them using his magic curative skills.

The general's restorative abilities became a topic of ongoing discussion between the pair of them over time. Vaulix was so keen on helping out that he'd not only heal his own troops, but if he found an enemy combatant he'd heal them as well only to send them back to their own camp. He didn't have to do this and he knew it could come back to haunt him, but he did it anyway. Very few soldiers actually liked being in a war, and outside of a few traditionalists who felt death on the battlefield was the most honorable way to go nobody wanted to die.

He didn't like to brag about it and it rarely came up in normal conversation but he had a reputation among his allies and enemies for being compassionate to a fault. Only once probed did Chief Storm admit he admired the general's honour, praising the enemy in an uncharacteristic way. The two had encountered one another in battle before, and even Storm admitted that General Vaulix was special.

Time continued to pass with the two of them always taking time to meet one another, to plan more political sabotage, and eventually coming to love one another. Their tysts were forbidden to start, but after about a year of constantly meeting up in secret their ploy was up. One of Talba's aides were sent to follow her and discover what was going on, revealing to her parents who she was meeting.

While this is usually the part of the story where things get worse and even greater hardships are overcome, the exact opposite happened. Once discovered, Talba explained everything to the king and queen, from the initial desire for change right up to the part where she started to fall for him. Not only did they not punish her, but her desire to make a connection with someone like that - especially given that such action could be seen as treason from anyone not a member of the royal family - spoke to them. Soon thereafter, they declared their intentions to halt all future conflicts with the Tehgolians.

Talba and Vaulix were chosen as their nation's representatives during the signing of the treaty. It was their blossoming love that led to the war ending. On the day that the papers were signed, Vaulix proposed to her and she accepted.

Ever since then the two had been engaged but hadn't found the time to get married. Their engagement had lasted nearly two full years due to them not finding the time to make plans and the reality of finding reparations between their nations. By the time they were to be married, they'd known each other for nearly three years, and Talba was a beautiful young woman, now. She was still a teen when they had met.

Things were looking up for them both and their nations had benefited from their romance. Now all they needed to do was be spirit-bonded in order to put the finishing touches on their nation's peace treaty. One thing both rulers had agreed upon was that their marriage was a key element in keeping the peace. That way neither party could be using the other for leverage. King Aurelia and Queen Otille had a sinking suspicion for the entire duration of their daughter's courtship that Vaulix aimed to manipulate Talba for his political gain, while the Emperor and Empress of Tehgol felt the same of Talba.

It was a bit of a complicated situation, but one Talba was happy to alleviate in the form of her vows. She truly did love this drake partner of hers, but there were difficulties involved in their relationship. difficulties she'd need to work around in any way possible.

"Princess." A deep voice pulled her from her silent thoughts. It was Chief Storm, visiting the castle for the wedding. "You summoned me?"

Talba opened her eyes and smiled, hands laid daintily on her lap. "I did, yes. How was your flight? I hope you were able to arrive with minimal ruffling of your feathers." She looked him up and down, beak agape at the gryphon chief. He was a full head and shoulders taller than her, broad at the shoulders and toned from head to tail taip. He was a warrior, a chief, and a leader, but he was also her friend. They had a lot of history, as Talba's half-sister Melodion was also Storm's personal brood-hen; the two first met before the war with Tehgol when her sister was betrothed to the Chief. This was also where she learned of the Gryphon's insatiable lust.

Fortunately for her and for him, she was sexually adventurous from a young age and was eager to explore more partners before getting hitched. She was a young woman now but already had enjoyed the company of more drakes and studs than most; her status as a princess offered her all kinds of opportunity to explore new venues of pleasure. Storm admired this in her, which was what originally attracted him to her. Had she not been so open with herself in the past, he might not have had interest. As a Chief and a warrior, he had no interest in the politics of the monarch aside from how it might impact his people. That stance changed drastically soon after he met Talba, given her nature.

Now, the two of them were close friends, with Talba visiting his tribe in the Joraken province whenever she could. That's why she chose him for this meeting, that's why she selected him above all others for the task she had in front of her.

"What's the nature of our meeting?" Storm asked as he sat down next to her, body twisted so he could keep an eye on her while on the bench beside her. "The note sounded urgent but you've never been the type to panic. I presume it has something to do with your wedding?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it is. But it might not be what you think."

"I'm listening. How can I be of service?" Storm's neck feathers rustled a bit. He didn't appreciate the lack of information and would have preferred she just tell him why he was here; that was usually how she did things. Most of the time, Talba was known for being succinct while avoiding most theatrics that come alongside dramatics. She was a no-nonsense hippogryph mare; he liked that in her.

But she was clearly a little rattled by something, so he sat patiently as she struggled to get herself situated. He was happy to help and would give her the space she needed to share.

A moment of silence passed before Talba turned to him and gape-grinned at him. "You should see the look on your face! Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

"Ah, so you just needed someone strong to be by your side during this stressful time? Weddings can be harsh on the strongest of-"

"No, not that at all. I'm not worried about the wedding." She interjected with a hand wave. "Naw, we've been together a long time and we're only doing the marriage thing because the royal family demands it. I don't really believe in traditional marriage, but if our line is to continue I don't really have much of a choice. This is just another ceremony for me, a haughty waste of time meant to appease the people more than those involved. Love is love, Storm. I don't need a ring to prove that."

He nodded as his eyes narrowed. He felt he may have been catching on, but he needed to hear more before he could say anything so he let her do her talking.

Talba continued. "You know Vaulix well, right? You've worked with him in the past?"

"We've met on the battlefield, yes. He's a formidable foe and a compassionate soul. Why do you ask?" Storm suddenly wasn't so sure which direction the princess was headed.

To his surprise, she stood up and turned to him, half-cocked grin as she put her hands on her hips, gossamer gown flowing down past her knees and reflecting the evening sun. "Well, you know he's super nice, right? Has a reputation for healing not only his own but his opponents. That kindness extends far beyond the battlefield."

"So he's a compassionate lover, then?" Storm suggested with an approving nod. "Only the best for the Princess, I suppose."

"Yes, but there's a bit of a hitch. We've been together for nearly three years now and we've never properly been intimate with one another." This declaration seemed to shock Storm; the gryphon knew the princess had a sexually adventurous nature so it seemed strange that the two hadn't consummated their love yet. Talba continued to clarify. "We've tried, but he's really big. Like, really big. Huge. Gargantuan." She motioned towards Storm's groin to make it clear which part of Vaulix was oversized.

Storm's eyes went wide. "Really? I got the impression he lacked that sort of equipment, actually. He's part avian, so there's a pretty good chance all his stuff's internal."

Talba nodded enthusiastically. "This is half true. Can I share something with you under the agreement that you'll keep it to yourself? Fully?" She stepped up close so that her legs were straddling his knees, her head and upper body just barely higher than the sitting Storm's face.

He cocked an eyebrow and chuffed. "Of course." He then paused. "Sometimes I forget how young you are, considering how lewd you can be. But go ahead, share away. I'll treat it as a national secret, if it so pleases you."

She wasted no time getting right to it. "Vaulix isn't strictly a drake. He's both hen and drake in equal measure and he produces eggs of his own. He has male parts, but they're kinda like a snake, folded inside out inside him. When it unfolds and reveals itself to me, it's intimidating. Like-" She held her hands up nearly half a meter apart, which was about as long as her entire upper leg from hip to knee. "-That big. And bigger around than my leg."

Storm's eyes went wide, impressed. "Really? Wow. Maybe he deserves a bit more respect than I already offered him. Surprised he doesn't have a harem back home like I do. Or maybe he does and just keeps it to himself?" He couldn't help but imagine a cock that size; he may have been more into the ladies but a drake that well-endowed was intriguing, if nothing else.

"That's just it. He's too big. Like, other oairans and most saurossins just can't take it so he's been single all his life. I'm part mare so we sort of assume I can handle it, but up 'til now we've had no luck. We're not holding back to our wedding night or anything - we both agree that the ceremony is less for us and more for others - but we've so far been unsuccessful in any attempts to properly be intimate."

"So profoundly sad." Storm opined with a solemn bow. "I always feel bad for any bloke who can't mate. Even worse to imagine a drake so well-endowed that it causes problems. You're not, you know, deprived, are you?" He internally hoped she'd be seeking him for partnership one last time before getting married and being out of the game.

In the past few years, while she had been with Vaulix, Talba continued to occasionally meet up with Storm for some fun. She assured him that Vaulix knew all about this and that he was happy to let her seek out fun while he wasn't around, but this new information made it all make sense to Storm. Knowing the two couldn't be intimate made it clear she needed the companionship since she wasn't getting it from him. Her lover. It was kind of sad and Storm's eyes showed his empathy.

Despite that, Talba wasn't upset. She stayed standing over him with her legs straddling his one knee. "Don't worry too much about me. We have ways of engaging one another; there are plenty of ways to get pleasure beyond just sex, you know. We aren't exactly suffering and we're not devoid of creativity. That said, I kinda want to surprise him on our wedding night. I want to feel him in me for the first time to make tomorrow special. The ceremony is irrelevant, but if I can surprise him with that, we can remember it as our first time after years of failed attempts."

"How exactly do you need my help?" Storm asked, hoping for confirmation of his theory.

"You're the biggest and best-equipped drake I know aside from Vaulix. I figure if you can have your way with me, maybe I can ready my body for my wedding night. It's kind of a long shot, I know, but any bit helps and I don't have toys to practice with so it's not like I can casually, uh, take care of myself." She leaned in close and caressed the white fluff on Storm's chest. "So tell me, do you think you could help me out with this dire need of mine? I'd say I'd reward you handsomely, but I am hoping that helping me out is reward enough."

Storm took her hand and held her close, pulling her down so that their beaks were nearly touching. "When have I ever said no to you? And if this is the last time I get to have you before you get married, then I'm going to make it special."

She touched her beak to his, then pushed past so that she was whispering in his ear. "I don't want to disappoint, but this won't be the last time. Vaulix knows about us and we've already discussed, uh, extracurricular behaviour post-marriage." She pulled back, but then knelt on the bench so that she was on Storm's lap, one knee between his thighs and pressing against his loincloth. "He and I both are gonna keep up with our fun, since we're going to be king and queen one day. There will be many times when we will be without each other for weeks or months at a time. I can't imagine going that long without someone in me. Our trysts will not cease. I promise." She finished with a wink, both hands draped over his neck and shoulders.

The two of them were in the middle of the courtyard with various servants still nearby, each of them clipping the trees and going about their business. Their spot under the apple and pear trees partially hid them, but anyone could have seen them had they taken a moment to glance. This excited Storm even more, as he loved to share his virility as often and as shamelessly as possible.

It was Talba who took the initiative, though. Storm was never one to shy away from being an active participant in his engagements, but to him there were few things as special as a partner more into him than he was into them. In this case, Talba sat down on his knee, and gently parted her legs, the silken fabric of her dress draping over his thigh as she did so. Her golden equine tail pumped and swished behind her as she stared him directly in the eyes, her intense emerald irises piercing his soul.

Storm was able to quickly realize that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress, a truth he was able to discern soon after he felt a bit of moisture on his knee. She was excited and needy, too brash to be coy about it.

"Hope you don't mind me." Talba joked through a partially gaped beak. She ran her hand through her hair and mane, peeling it back and letting it cascade down her back. The mottled shade from the fruit trees made her look like a dappled mare or osprey, covered in dark patches that accentuated the places the sun pierced through and reflected off her feathers and mane. She flicked her ear and started to grind on him, subtly gyrating her hips while she came to rest both her hands on his thigh. Before long, her eyes fluttered shut as she focused a bit more on the sensation of the gryphon's muscles twitching and flexing between her thighs.

Unable to sit back and be passive, Storm leaned in and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer while carefully using his thumb to bunch up folds of her dress so he could get a good look at what awaited him.

Talba may have been a hybrid of equine and avian, but her loins best resembled an albino mare with plump lips and an active clit that winked and twitched in delight often. Her exposed flesh was light pink on the outside and dark red on the inside, and everything from clit to rump was soaking wet with anticipation. She was always a bit of a mess, especially when she spent time with Chief Storm.

"If I didn't know any better I'd assume you were holding out for me." Storm joked as his sheath began to swell. Up to this point he had done a good job restraining himself while he waited for her to make the first move. Within seconds of allowing himself to grow, his sense of smell heightened to the point he could practically taste the essence of the princess billowing up between them. It was so thick in the air that it seemed to form a cloud that completely enveloped them both.

She scoffed at him and grabbed his beak to pull him in close. "Since when do I have to hold off for anyone? I'm usually in the mood and you should know by now I'm always wet when I wanna be." She kept grinding, smearing a slick mess down his thigh until she was as close as she could go, nearly straddling his hips in the process. There, she reached down and peeled his loincloth away, revealing his slowly expanding member's tip poking out from his sheath. "And you're always prepared. There's a reason I always come to you when I've got needs that I can't sate on my own."

Storm beamed with pride while revelling in her praise. His member continued to grow and swell, its tip reaching out to lightly graze her inner thigh. As he shifted his weight, he found just the right angle to have one of the spines lining the rim of his tip touch her lips, prying one to the side as she winked and leaked some of her fluids down the length of his shaft.

This impetus encouraged him to make a move, but Talba was a bit too quick for him. The moment she felt his flesh press up against hers, she reached down between the pair of them and gripped his shaft, aiming it into her. She never once averted her gaze, sure to keep her eyes trained on his as she positioned herself just right, both of her thighs cradling his while his member slipped up underneath her gossamer dress fabric.

The lubrication his flesh secreted created a dark patch of moisture that seeped through the dress, forming a clear outline of his head, shaft, and even the knot near the base. This meant nothing to either of them but did remind Talba just how big the gryphon really was. His member in total wasn't the same size as Vaulix's, but that knot was thicker and harder than anything her future husband had to offer. At least, it would be once it fully swelled inside her. Right now it wasn't much wider than his shaft.

As always, Talba had absolutely no shame or reservation when it came to taking action that would grant her the gratification she so desperately needed. She kept one hand on Storm's chest fluff for balance while the other guided his member right into her as she descended upon it, gasping loudly enough that the nearest of the servants heard her. She didn't care. All that mattered to her was that she got what she wanted; in this moment, what she wanted was Storm.

The gryphon one-upped her by grabbing her by the neck feathers and jerking her in close, deliberately holding her chest so near him that his breath moistened her breast feathers and his curved beak tip raked between them. His dominant side was taking over and he found he was losing control of his faculties. He grabbed her by the hip and forced her down as he bucked into her, a deep guttural screech escaping his gullet as he plunged himself into her. The heat of her sex soon enveloped him all the way up to the knot without swallowing those bulging lobes of his. She wasn't ready for that.

His vocalizations were considerably louder than hers, so loud they attracted casual glances by more than a dozen of the castle's workers. Each of them paused what they were doing to crouch and peek under the outstretched branches and leaves of the apple tree and pear tree that partially obstructed them from view. It didn't take much at all for any of the avian, feline, and equine caretakers to see exactly what was going on, even with both Storm and Talba fully dressed.

Rather than dissuade the drake, the audience made him pick up the pace and get a bit rougher. He glanced at each one of the onlookers one by one, stealing brisk peeks between the leaves and fruits like he was trying to lure them to join. None reacted, as this was by no means a unique experience for them; Princess Talba wasn't exactly coy about her partners. She was usually a bit more reserved than this, but Storm was exactly the sort of drake that brought out the kinkiest in her.

However, she maintained just enough self-control to realize that there was no way the pair of them would be able to do their whole session out in the courtyard. So, even as Storm kept bucking into her with enough force to make his knot audibly slap against her lips, she did all she could to stop him.

"H-hey, cut it out!" She hissed at him, ears back against her skull to show just how serious she was. "Not here, we can't do this here."

"Why not?" He growled back, taking a moment to emphasize his next thrust as if it were a punishment for daring to interrupt him. "You started this." He reminded her, digging his claws into her haunches, his massive hands easily wrapping around her waist to hold her in place.

She narrowed her gaze and clenched her loins, squeezing her depths around his length and ending with a juicy wink of her clit against the lobes of his knot for good measure. "Don't give me that, Storm. You know you'll have your way with me, but if you're gonna be loud about it, we'd best do it somewhere in private." She paused and gyrated her hips, laughing idly at herself. "Well, as private as we can be with you screeching like some feral beast. Everyone in the castle will hear if you keep it up."

He grabbed her mane and pulled her head back as he gave one more powerful thrust, clenching his loins to splay out the spines inside and ensure she felt it before letting her off. "You know what you're getting into with me, Princess. Now, if you absolutely insist on taking this somewhere, make it quick. I won't delay long."

"Ugh, you are such a pain in the cunt, you know that? It's what I want, but you're still a pain. Come on, cover yourself up." She removed a layer from her dress and tossed it on his lap as she pulled off his lap, wincing a bit as she felt his many spines tugging on her flesh before popping out. His cock and the precum he'd produced already left a moist patch in her dress just like before, but she could hide it by grabbing the fabric and scrunching it up as she walked.

Talba hopped off him and stepped back, waiting for Storm to join her. He wore only a loincloth around his waist and a bandolier over his shoulder - both a perfect blend of ritual and practical purpose as far as he was concerned - so it looked a little off to see him holding a ball of rumpled cream-coloured silk on his crotch to hide his massive member. His loincloth did nothing to hide him while he got to his feet and it wasn't shrinking to go back into its sheath; in fact it simply made things worse by emphasizing his bulge as he pressed his cock so that it was aiming down between his knees.

"Such a pain in my cunt." Talba repeated as she clenched her loins and winked her clit. A tingling sensation coursed through her midsection, a bit of a lingering memory of those gryphon spines of Storm's. "Come on, keep your cock down and we'll get to my chambers. If anyone stops us, you're on your own, understood?"

"If anyone stops us, they can join us or fuck off." He countered. He had a history of lacking tact when it wasn't needed; when he needed to be diplomatic he had a silver tongue, but when he was in the mood and letting his feral side take over he had no time or patience for distractions. This was clearly one such situation, which was precisely why Talba felt the need to direct him and keep him under control with her feminine wiles.

She grabbed his hand by the wrist and dragged him out of the courtyard and into the castle. Her status as princess meant that none of the guards stopped to question her or bother her; her reputation as a promiscuous young mare ensured that none of the servants or castle workers prodded when she was dragging a drake twice her size through the castle halls.

Fortunately, her chambers were not far from the exit from the castle courtyard. She saw a large number of workers and royal guardsmen on the way - there was added security for her wedding - but none of them stopped her or wondered what she was doing with a musky-smelling drake of a gryphon. They all knew Storm for his history in the war as a leader and a front-row soldier in equal measure, so he was by no means an unknown entity in the castle. For all they knew, Storm was her personal escort; the muskiness of his arousal was less an indicator of intent from the princess and more the reality of being near such a beautiful mare.

Storm was by no means known for his sexual restraint and neither was Talba.

Once they arrived in Talba's quarters, she literally kicked Storm into her room and locked the door behind both of them. As she did that, she curled her toe talons to slice off the string holding his loincloth up, resulting in it falling to the ground between them. Before he could even look up from it, she had already pulled her own dress up over her head and threw it on a nearby chair usually used to get a talon pedicure. She was not wasting a second of their time. She knew what she wanted.

Seeing this, Storm quickly removed his bandolier to keep the pace and tossed it to the side. Once they were both fully exposed and nude in her chambers with only dim light seeping in through the windows, Storm got a good look at the glistening peach flesh of her loins and couldn't help himself.

He grabbed her by the chest feathers and pinned her against the stone wall, hoisting her off her feet and cradling one knee with his other hand as he pressed his body to hers. His beak was partially gaped and hissing in her ear as he forcefully used his torso to spread her legs and press hisr hips to hers.

She wrapped both her raised legs around his waist for leverage and used her free hand to guide him into her, the other hand focused on the wrist of the hand wrapped around her neck. They had a safe word. If she uttered it he knew to back off. Until then, he was granted permission to do as he wished, to get as rough as he wanted. Until then, she was his. A permission he was eager to abuse.

The larger drake pressed himself up against her, squeezing her against the wall with all the force he could muster, one hand on the bricks behind her with the princess's arm draped over his wrist to hold her up. In this position with his other hand gripping the underside of her thigh, he was able to do whatever he wanted with impunity. Rather than fool around with foreplay - they'd already spent plenty of time warming up in the courtyard - he just slipped himself into her with ease, his shaft disappearing between her folds to fill her with his flesh.

Talba loved it, but couldn't help grunting. Storm's cock was unique in some ways, with the head of it lined by a ring of spines that faced backward, spines that had some muscle control and could be flexed to spread or pull as Storm's arousal swelled and waned. As he slipped into her, she felt each of these spines pressing out against her walls, spreading her wide and tickling her in many ways. While this was quite pleasant for her, it didn't come without its own sense of discomfort, as they were still spines and they were still stabbing into her from within.

To most, this would have been enough to demand he slow down, or for her to clench down and push him out. Not to the princess, though. She had been adventurous since the day she blossomed into a young mare, so she was more than prepared to deal with whatever textures and shapes were offered to her. She'd been with felines lined with dozens of spiky barbs, she'd been with horses with flares the size of blitzballs, she'd been with canines that possessed knots so large they even tied with her, and of course she'd been with Storm in the past. She was used to variety; she loved trying new things.

So rather than whimper and whine or tell him to slow down, she gyrated her hips and clenched her loins, squeezing him tight and accentuating every aggressive sensation he injected into her. She pushed back, arched her hips, and did everything she could in order to feel every feature he had to offer as deep as he could give it to her.

Storm was perceptive enough to know not to take this for granted. He let go of her thigh, knowing she would keep her legs wrapped around him, and braced both arms against the black, cobblestone wall of her chambers next to the entry door. He bit down on her neck and slammed into her, forcing his cock to plunge as deep as it would go with every, aggressive thrust. He hissed and growled at her as he felt her walls quiver and collapse around him, intermittently relaxing and loosening up to invite him deeper and harder every few motions. The wet slapping of his flesh hitting hers echoed through her room, enticing him to get a bit rougher and buck a bit harder.

In response to all this, Talba actually bit back, hands on his chest fluff as she nibbled into his neck and shoulders in time with his every thrust. Whenever he bucked into her, she felt his length spreading her and stretching her flesh, only to catch on her walls every time he pulled out. The spines continued to tickle her, tug her, and make her insides feel like they were being worked over by a dozen tendrils all at once. She couldn't help but clench her loins and wink her clit in time with his motions, each shuddering action accompanied by a whimper and a spurt of conjured fluids from her depths to coat his length and soak his balls before dripping onto the wooded floor beneath them.

He kept at her with little concern for going too rough, aggressively pounding her against the wall with such force that the hanging lanterns shook and bits of dust and rubble trickled down over the two of them. He knew the castle was sturdy, but there was no way he wasn't alerting the guards outside with such violent actions. That was exactly why he picked up the pace and got a little bit rougher, eager to force his knot into her. She wasn't loosened up enough to take that bulge yet; he'd correct that.

But Talba stopped him by pushing him off her and wrapping her hand around his beak to keep him from speaking. "Give me a few minutes, will you?" She demanded, staring him in the eyes with her glowing, emerald gaze. "Don't worry, we're not through, but we can't finish here."

"Why not?" He managed to growl through a gritted, clamped-shut beak.

"Because if you keep it up you'll make the guards worried you're hurting me. I know you're not, but they don't know that. Come on, my bed is far more appropriate for something like this. Or, you know, literally anywhere in the room that isn't this wall right next to the door. Mmkay?" She brought one leg up and folded it up neatly between them to press her golden talon against his chest - cock still inside her and anchored with his barbs splayed out within her depths - before forcefully pushing him away. His member popped out of her, spines fully widened to make it difficult, and she landed on the ground between him and the wall, looking up at him.

There he stood, standing tall over her with his throbbing, dripping cock hovering just above her head while she crouched down on one knee, having landed that way. He was literally dripping with a combination of her arousal and his own fluids, the concoction trickling down the underside of his shaft to splash in a tiny, moist puddle on the floor. Talba could not bare to see such delicious essence wasted, so she sidled up next to him and got on her knees, cradled his shaft, and guided it into her open beak.

Storm then reached out to grab her mane to force himself into her, but she swatted his hand away, insistent that she be in control for this part of their tryst. This frustrated him for a moment - when in the throes of carnal lust, he didn't like to be told no - but the lucid part of him saw the value in letting the princes have her way, so he leaned back, put his hands on his hips, and let her do her work.

She acknowledged this submission with a subtle nod before bringing both hands up to cradle both of his heavy, sweaty balls. The moisture of their combined fluids had soaked into the fur lining his sack, so he was literally soaked in the aura of their musky essence, something that drove a fellow avian wild. Each of his balls were massive, as big as both of her fists put together and maybe even bigger than that. Given her focus being on her beak being wrapped around his shaft, she didn't exactly have time to focus on the exact measurements of his twin orbs.

Still, she couldn't help but give them a bit of attention by kneading the soft, stretched flesh wrapped around them while doing her best to be gentle with his member in her beak. She gave a little tug to them, squeezed them together just enough to make them roll in her palms, and even took some time to slide her hand up the hanging ballsacks' backside to tickle the drake's taint, teasing near his rump as she did so.

He twitched a bit at her touch, incidentally tensing up and forcing his cock tip down her gullet, spines and all. This made her cough and hack, gagging to spit up his member as she pushed on his thighs, forcing him away.

"H-hey, be careful!" She warned in between hacking and spitting up precum.

"Apologies, princess, but maybe you should be more careful where you put your fingers?" He was being sardonic, a little aggressive in his teasing even if he was also sincere in his warnings.

She picked up on this and nodded, licking her beak clean of the mess he'd left there. "You make a fair point, good sir drake. I'll be more considerate in the future. Now come here." She grabbed the fur of his hips and pulled herself into him, nuzzling his cock with the crest of her beak for a moment before gaping open to let its spined tip rest on her tongue, where she got another wonderful taste of the musky, powerful flavors he emanated from deep within and the flesh that secreted it.

Princess Talba was in a special place, having such a huge cock in her open beak while his musky stench coated her hands and loins. Now all she needed was to feel that - nay, to taste and smell it - all over the rest of her body. With this desire in mind, she wrapped both hands around his shaft to coat them in her fluids before seductively smearing them down her chest plumage, soaking her and rubbing the scent into her, marking her in a way.

Most would assume this was disrespectful to her fiance, but she knew it'd just trigger what few dominant instincts he had, urging him to be even rougher and more willing to take her forcefully if there was a scent of another drake on him. She had planned this out perfectly, by accident. This was never part of the plan, but the more into Storm she got the more her nonexistent plans came together.

In fact, she was so lost in her desires that she couldn't help but keep sliding one hand down over her belly to hook inside herself, teasing her clit and prying her lips apart to pleasure herself from the other end while her tongue lapped at the underside of Storm's cock and her gullet struggled to tease him without letting those spines catch on her throat flesh.

To her, it was a balancing act, not just between her own pleasure and his, but since she was daintily teetering on her toe claws in order to remain tall enough to reach his cock given their size difference, tail flagged up for added balance and stability.

The only thing she could really do to keep herself counterbalanced was to keep her hand on his sack as she sucked, gulped, and lightly bit down on his member to tease and tickle him from every angle. She tugged his balls, squeezed tjem from either side, pinched the balls just enough to make them pull inward, then paused to knead at the base where they connected to his loins and the underside of his sheath, where she collected even more of his musky fluid to smear all over her chest.

She was lost in the passion, so much so that she forgot for a moment why it was that she had invited Storm to her chambers this afternoon. She didn't want or need her throat stretched, she needed her pussy tenderized in order to be better prepared for Vaulix on their wedding night! The musk and the added inspiration were lovely little additions to the original plans, they didn't need to be distractions.

Either way, the moment this thought crossed her mind she once again snapped out of her cock-guzzling trance and pushed away, getting to her feet in the process. While standing up at her full height, her beak still only came up to his lower chest, barely touching the bottom of his white mane plumage. His cock poked her in the same spot, right in the solar plexus. There was a significant size difference between them, one that was further accentuated when they stood side by side; it was less obvious when she knelt before him, but was equally intimidating.

"What's on your mind?" Storm asked, cocking his head to star down at her with a quizzical glance. "Get lost in the moment?"

"I did, but I need for you to maybe..." She trailed off as she tapped her beak with her finger claws, clicking the beak while she thought to herself. "On your back, on the bed. Or floor. I don't care."

This made Storm raise an eyebrow. "I thought you said you wanted me in control?"

"I did. I do. But we gotta work up to that. I'm clearly not quite ready for your knot, so I need to take some time to go at my own pace. Now get on your back, on the bed, and let me mount you!" She pushed into him, forcing him backwards as her claws scraped on the wood floors.

He could have resisted, but chose not to since he liked where this was headed. The chief did as commanded, backing up and eventually flopping down on her bed, wings spread for stability while his cock flipped up and landed with a splat on his lower belly, soaking his fur there in a blend of her saliva and his own, natural lubricants. His heavy balls shifted between his thighs, eventually coming to rest on the soft, silky sheets that made up her bed dressing. "How's this?"

"Perfect." She confirmed before literally jumping up onto him like a raptor, claws digging into his thighs and hand pressed to his belly for balance, knees up and legs spread to reveal her dripping, semi-gaped pussy lips. Her vulva was plump, literally pulsating in time with her heartbeat while her meaty, equine clit winked every few seconds, deliberately squeezing out a series of thick, gooey globs of her own natural lubricant to soak his balls and sheath as she got into position.

Storm grabbed her by the hips to help her stay in place while flexing his loins to tug his cock up into an erect state and angle. It didn't quite work, as that sort of tension pulled it up and it was already laying on his belly, but the muscle contraction did draw her attention as it squeezed out a few visible drips of precum into his fur while widening the spines. He gape-grinned at her and loosed a deep, guttural churr to entice her further, eager to see just what it was she had in mind.

From her position, she was easily able to angle herself just right so that her loins were facing downward, directly over top of his purple-fleshed cock. The squatting position naturally parted her plump lips, revealing the slit of cherry red flesh that ached for something inside it.

It was then that Storm realized she may have actually been in estrus. Pussy lips and passages didn't usually swell like that without good reason, and this only made him even more eager to do something about it. She didn't just want him to help with her soon-to-be husband, she needed him in one of the only moments when her husband was unavailable. Storm would be more than happy to pump a few eggs into her, since he knew she couldn't mix with Vaulix due to their species being so disparate.

All the while, Talba never once stopped in her quest to get all she could out of Storm. She grabbed his length - with forefinger and thumb wrapped just around the underside of his head where all the spines faced backward - and aimed the tip right at her slit, where she rubbed it up and down, used it to tease her clit, and then squatted down in one fluid motion to swallow all of it short of the knot!

She let out a long, satisfied sigh of delight with beak agape and aimed to the ceiling, mane billowing over her back and tail flagged up while her clit winked and her loins constricted. This was what she needed, this was what she wanted. More than anything else, she felt the stretch of his steadily growing cock and tickling spines pressing out against her walls and teasing her in all the right ways.

Storm went to pull on her hips to better force her down upon him, eager to feel every feature of his member disappear between her plump lips, but she dug her claws into his thighs in protest and slapped his hand, reaffirming that she wanted to be in control. While this was hot to him - to have a partner that wanted him as much as he wanted them - her pseudo-resistance just made him want to force her even more. In fact, in his carnal state of mind, he quickly convinced himself that this would be fine and that was exactly what she wanted. So, rather than back off, he grabbed her tighter and bucked his hips, forcing as much of his length into her as possible, plunging all but his knot into her depths with his cock tip teasing her cervix as he did so!

She cried out in pain, only to have her vocalization taper out into something a bit tamer, a whimper and sigh of release as her loins twitched and constricted around him. Her chirps turned into a nicker, chugging in between the moans while she tried her best to adjust. She fumbled as she tried to pull his hands away, to take away his power and control over her, but she never once uttered that familiar and unique safe word, so Storm was never jerked out of his carnal state of mind.

Rather than whine about it or resist his advances, she took what he had done and used it to push back, bouncing on his cock and grinding so that she literally felt his tip and all the spines lining the edge of it stirring her loins, loosening her cervix in a way only a mares could be loosened, all while feeling the growing bulge of his expanding knot slamming against her lips and clit. She knew that if he popped into her, that cock tip and those spines would anchor in her womb, and that she'd be bloated with his seed, but she didn't care. Nay, she did care, and that was exactly what she wanted.

Which was why she bounced harder, ground against him more, and pulled up even higher off him to ensure the longest, deepest of thrusts. She pulled away as his spines scraped her insides and teased her folds from within until they nearly popped out, then slammed down with all her force and gyrated her hips for maximum coverage. She wanted to feel his every feature, his every bump, his every ridge, and his every spine against each and every fold of velvety flesh inside her. She wanted it all, and much like Storm, was losing her lucidity the more she worked him.

There may have been an element of danger to her, but her time in the castle during wartime had taught her that nearly any wound could be healed as long as her heart and brain were intact. She had lost nearly all inhibitions, be it sexual or in her general life; all that mattered to her was an endless, visceral search for pleasure in any way possible. The monarch that brought her into this world had virtually limitless money to hire the best healers, and Vaulix was the most skilled in that profession in all of Epicelia, there was nothing Storm could do to her that she couldn't heal one way or another.

The only concern in her eyes was knowing that too deep a healing session would revert any progress she made when it came to her goals with Storm. Her goal was to adapt, to grow, and to take more by exercising that part of her body, not to undo her progress. Many deep-tissue healing spells could potentially revert progress in any manner of speaking, be it muscle growth, cardio work, or even pelvic muscle control; a trade off for warriors with scars and battle wounds or ladies with a desire to enjoy the company of larger drakes and studs. If she hurt herself too badly, she might go as far back as to regain her virginity - a bodily state she never wished to return to, if she could handle it.

Such concerns hardly cropped up in her mind while she bounced on Storm's cock and dug her talons into his thighs. All she could feel, all she could focus on was the sensation of his spines plunging into her, splaying out, anchoring in place, then being tugged out regardless to hit all the right spots in quick succession. Her depths were rendered hypersensitive by all this, but rather than slow her down it just made her work harder to get more, to maximize what she felt every step of the way.

Eventually, after only a few minutes of hard riding, she let go of his thighs with her hind talons so slowly slide over his body, straddling his midsection while sitting heavy on his lap, pussy having swallowed up all but his knot. She wanted it in him, but she was getting tired; her mane was mangled and dishevelled, her feathers twisted and tousled in place. Her beak remained agape as she gasped, heavily, body shuddering against his touch. She couldn't help but grind and push, eager to see if she could forcefully push herself down onto him and maybe take that knot.

But it wasn't happening. He had already grown too much, his lobes at more than half their total girth outside of her. Sure, the bulbs of firm flesh felt great grinding against her lips, teasing her opening, and even going so far as to massage her clit, but it just wouldn't go in. Perhaps she was too tight, or she had gotten him too excited too soon without letting him go at his own pace. Either way, she was on the verge of giving up; she had been on the cusp of climax since they arrived in her chambers but had been saving her release for when that knot made its way into her but she was growing increasingly unsure about whether or not that would actually happen.

Storm had no way of knowing about all these things going through her mind, but he did notice when she slowed down and stopped bouncing on him. He felt her loins intermittently contracting around him, squeezing and tugging gently, but Talba herself had stopped any external motion to keep working him. Upon recognizing this sudden and intense change of pace, he grabbed her hips and pushed up into her, matching her constrictions to try and find an entry point between pelvic clenches.

She gasped again, lower beak trembling as she felt his knot grinding against her slit, but just like before nothing gave way to him. It seemed she was ruined, at least for this session. Well, she wasn't ruined, but she had ruined her partner by not letting him expand inside her. "S-sorry Storm, I think I've mussed this all up. I don't think I can take you. Here, let me see what I can do to help." She knew that Storm, as a knotted drake, pretty much required some sort of knot stimulation to finish, so she reached back under her tail and wrapped her hand around one of his lobes, cupping it in her palm while doing the same with her other hand from the front.

However, rather than focus on him, she found her fingers returning to her own lips, tracing a line around the edges of her slit to relish the sensations of her flesh stretched taut around her partner's girth. She could feel in great detail how much he'd worked her, tenderized her, and expanded her, so much so that she couldn't help but eagerly slip a finger in between her walls and his shaft, struggling to do so but finding it enjoyable regardless. Her walls constricted with enough force to squeeze her finger out of herself, and that's when she got a good idea of what it must have felt like to be inside her when she was climaxing, something she felt a little jealous of.

A finger was not the same as a cock - as its composition was significantly different and it was nowhere near as sensitive - but there was a reason folks liked to use their hands on their partners regardless of their orientation. This was a great example, one she opted to recreate by repeating it again and again, pumping two fingers inside herself alongside Storm's shaft.

The gryphon drake was enjoying this, fixated on watching Talba take care of herself like that right in front of him as well as on top of him. The image was, as it rightly should have been, arousing to a degree he didn't know he wanted. The idea that this princess was so insatiable that not even his cock on its own was enough for her and that she wanted more was exactly the sort of inspiration he needed to take the final steps needed to give her exactly what she so clearly wanted.

He watched for a moment before deciding to make his move. While she was distracted with fingers exploring her depths alongside his cock, he grabbed her once more and rolled over onto her, pinning the princess to the bed on her back with him now on his knees on top of her. She folded up underneath him, with her knees pressed to her belly and legs spread, pussy still stuffed with drake cock.

"H-hey, warn me next time!" She chirped at him, hardly missing a beat despite being slammed down against her will. She kept her legs wrapped up around his waist and continued to use that leverage to pull herself up into him, still eagerly trying to get as much of him as she possibly could.

And yet, despite her desire and his will to make it happen, they seemed to not be making much in terms of headway. Storm was capable of forcing it, but in this position with him mounting her in such a way, there was little chance he'd managed to get the leverage needed. He didn't ask for permission before grabbing her by the throat and pinning her down, holding her in place as he amplified his aggression, bucking wildly into her with all the strength he could muster.

Talba stared right at him with her glowing, emerald eyes, grinning all the while. Her tongue lolled out and her beak remained agape until she shuddered against his violence, every muscle in her body twitching and pulsating in waves from head to toes to tail tip to talons. She was in utter bliss, the sensations of his member pounding her amplified by the relative lack of air and the added leverage he got to counter his incredibly powerful hip thrusts. She could hear the slap of his flesh against hers, but no matter what happened it just didn't pop for her. She wanted that knot, she wanted to feel his spines anchoring in her womb, but she had lost all but the faintest sliver of hope.

Until she got an idea. A last-ditch, all-in idea. However, it was hard to communicate that idea with a powerful, warlord-drake's talon wrapped around her neck, choking her out in the name of leverage. Still, that didn't stop her from grabbing his wrist, manoeuvring her thumb under his, and forcefully peeling his hand off her neck in one fluid motion, forcing him to back off instantly.

Storm seemed utterly shocked at this, taken aback by her apparent strength.

"Here, try this." She suggested while pushing his torso away from hers, seemingly unfazed by having just been choked. She then raised one leg up over her torso between them like a dancer and flipped onto her belly, all without ever letting Storm's cock slip out from her depths. Instead, his spined tip spun inside her, grinding against her deepest walls from a wholly different angle before the two of them ended up with her on her belly and him standing tall behind her.

As a drake with great instincts, he knew instantly what it was Talba was going for here. With her on her belly, him on the ground next to the bed, and the both of them in a more feral rutting setup, he knew exactly what he needed to do and what it was that she was hoping for.

He immediately grabbed a hold of the base of her frazzled, messy tail, using that for leverage while his other hand wrapped around her thigh and pulled it up so that her one knee was on the bed, body twisted at the perfect angle for him. Once she was in the perfect position, he used his leverage on the base of her tail and wedged in between thigh and hip to give it all he had, slamming his hips into hers with such vigour that she actually cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

A cry of such volume she had to halt herself to make sure nobody knocked down the doors.

Once she was sure there would be no further interruptions, she flopped back down onto her sheets, gripping the fabric with her claws while intermittently grasping her own mane and hair, messing it up even further. This angle seemed to work better, too, as her one bent leg seemed to loosen up the bone structure of her pelvic region. The more she whimpered and pushed back and clenched and relaxed, the more she felt that Storm's bulging knot was loosening her up and widening her opening. It was working! If only slightly.

She kept pushing back, using the knee of hers that was dangling over the side of the bed to anchor herself, ensuring her partner had all the leverage the pair of them could muster. And, the more she braced herself against his assault, the more of his girth she felt inside her! It was perfect!

So, rather than leaving it to chance, she turned back to him with a sidelong glance of intent. "Do it, Storm. Give it your absolute all. Force it if you have to! I want your knot, I want your seed, I want-"

Storm didn't give her enough time to finish her sentence or her thought. The moment he heard the encouragement he wanted, he bent over her and used all the force combined from every muscle in his body to grab her tail and hip, hold her in place, and buck as hard as possible. While everything up to that point indicated this might not work, it seemed Talba was equally into it and relaxed enough to let his knot twist and grind and shift until it hit the right angle. Then, all at once, his swelling lobes lurched through her opening to pop into her and immediately swell inside her depths!

All at once, Talba felt every part of her being unilaterally invaded. Storm's knot forced her lips to part farther than they had ever gone while, at the same time, his tapered cock tip dilated her cervix enough to prod into her womb. The resulting lurch had both features hitting their mark at the exact same time, with both of the gryphon drake's mating mechanisms doing their job instantly.

His spines splayed out and hooked on the inside of her womb, anchoring his cock inside her while his knot swelled to a size so big her lips and muscles couldn't possibly let it out, not after how hard it was to get it in. She felt that knot of his expanding inside her, locking itself in place as his spines began to shift and flex in circular waves, triggering her deepest, most demanding passage. At the same time, she could feel his cock's length pulsating as her lips closed around the base of his knot, tugging and squeezing to milk him.

The drake was a master of his own climax, but even he had a hard time holding back after his knot locked itself in place. Inside a princess, no less. The moment he felt her depths clenching around every ridge, lobe, and spine of his cock in expert manner, he couldn't help but loose a screech that shook the windows, his loins twitching and pulsating to pump shot after shot of thick, gryphon seed directly into her womb. He could feel her cervix tightening around the rim of his head, sealing whatever mess he made inside her.

Perfection, but he wasn't through. Storm was a stud, a gryphon drake known as much for his longevity as he was known for his fiery passion. Even with his knot fully formed inside her, tying the two of them in place, he kept at her. He thrust, he pulled, he ground against her, and he kept a firm grip on her hips and the base of her tail to ensure his every movement was felt inside her.

And feel it she did. The extreme pressure of his knot lobes shifting and grinding against her walls made her feel like he was considerably larger than he actually was, a feat in itself considering his knot had to be bigger than four of her fists put together wrist to wrist. Each tiny shift, to her, felt like a full thrust or a full rotation. Every little flex of the spines deep within her felt like her womb was being pulled out of and penetrated all over again, every time. She was so overwhelmed by the permeating sensations that flooded her depths that she hardly realized that her belly was starting to bloat with all the seed her drake partner had deposited inside her.

But Storm knew. He could easily see what was happening and happily pressed his finger up against her swelling belly, able to feel the exact point in which he ejaculated and shot a stream of hot drake seed against her abdominal wall from within. He could actually feel where his shot reflected off her womb wall! So he kept at it, thrusting and pushing into her with all his might until he could actually feel the tip of his cock rubbing against his hand.

Talba whimpered and curled her toe talons before slowly relaxing, allowing her one leg to fall and drape over the side of the bed, hands still clutching the sheet as she glanced back at Storm. He was standing tall over her, smugly staring down at her with one hand still on her tail and the other cradling her hip and thigh as the bulge of his knot teased her lips from within, distending her vulva to make it struggle to keep him inside. The more he pumped into her, the more the pressure built until some managed to escape her womb between barbs, flowing down her passage and even trickling out between the bulbs of his knot.

Both were fully satisfied, with Talba having enjoyed a sustained, ongoing climax since a few moments after she got slammed onto her back for the first time. That was the glory of female orgasms, they could be as brisk and fade as quickly as a male's, or they could be a slow build that sustains for as long as an hour, depending on the partner and their anatomy. In this case, it was the slow build, climaxing just before the knot entered her and amplified after it locked them together.

Now, she was just a blubbering mess of writhing body parts and quivering, barely-controlled vaginal contractions. She had the lucidity to talk and to communicate, but no desire to make that effort or otherwise speak. The princess was completely content as she was, pinned on her belly, bent over the side of her bed with a knot holding her in place. She had no agency here, and it was one of the few times and circumstances in which she'd allow such a thing.

And yet, despite her contentedness and desire to finally relax, Storm couldn't help but grind and buck into her, shifting his knot in and out the little bit it could move. Sure, the lobes were mostly locked in place, but every movement shifted them just a bit deeper and just a bit closer to her lips, and what didn't do that had a chance of making the knot rock from side to side. Of course, each and every single motion felt far more immense than it was, so it wasn't long at all before the princess decided she had endured enough. Her loins were hypersensitive now, her depths tickled and tugged and hurting in all the right ways, but still hurting.

"Alright, come on, it's time to relax. I love what you're doing, but I need a bit of a break." She hushed out between shallow breaths. Even her own breathing made her loins grow increasingly and decreasingly sensitive, forcing her to lightly caress her belly and whimper as she struggled to adjust.

"What exactly do you expect of me, princess? You know as well as I do that we're going to be together for at least a few hours." He said it with a snide grin, proud of himself as he should be.

But Talba wasn't fazed one bit. "I am aware of that, and I am counting on it. I just need you to slow down a bit. You don't have to prove yourself, chief. Just come here, lay down, and let me cuddle you, okay?"

"Cuddle me? That's not like you." He commented, while still doing as she insisted by carefully crawling up onto the bed, slowly moving in time with her every movement to ensure she kept up with him and he didn't tug or push too much. With some hard work and delicate balancing, they ended up with Storm on his back, and Talba sitting on his lap looking away from him.

This wasn't ideal for the princess, so she forced herself to spin around, grunting as each lobe shifted and spun around her, the bulbous flesh grinding against hers while his spines snagged her womb from within until she was facing him, still sitting on his lap. Once she felt his knot shift to the right angle, she brought her knees down to get comfortable while straddling his massive thighs and waist. She looked him directly in the eye with a half-cocked side-smirk. "Yes, cuddle. I'm not your lover and you're not mine, but I've been aching for companionship all week, and now that I've got you trapped, I'll be using you as I see fit. And, on this day, I see it fit to use you for your feathers and warmth!"

Before Storm could protest - not like he would, regardless - she flopped down on his chest and nuzzled into his chest feathers while his knot gently yet persistently tugged on her lips. Her clit winked, releasing a gob of his seed and her natural fluids onto his sheath, soaking into the folds there. "See? Not so bad."

He stroked her dishevelled hair and gave her ear a rub while laying back, resting his head on her elegant, silken pillow. "I suppose, I suppose. I just need you to know that we might very well be here until morning."

"As long as we part before the wedding, I'm none too fussed. Now shut up and pretend to be Vaulix, will you?" She raised a finger to hush him, hoping to keep him silenced as she relaxed on his chest. All the while, his member kept gently throbbing, his balls steadily contracting to pump more and more into her. It wouldn't be long before there was no more room inside her and the pressure would force much of his essence to seep out.

Neither of them were even remotely worried about it. Why should they have been? Storm was always proud to share his conquests, even if they be allies, and Talba was in a position of power that ensured that whatever she did was protected. Nobody could tell them what to do, how to do it, or who they did it with.

Even Vaulix would have loved to have watched, had he gotten a chance. If nothing else, the cockatrice general and Talba's fiancee would have plenty to live up to the following night when he discovered intimately just what was waiting for him. Storm's scent would cling to her until the wedding unless she opted for a deep clean of all her plumage and fur and hair.

She would do no such thing. The scent of another drake would just make Vaulix work harder to mark her as his own. That's how this worked, and it was one of the main reasons the two of them were so keen on sharing one another. Apart, they had fun, but their extracurriculars ensured that once they were back together, their fun was amplified and even more fun. A cycle that never stopped.

Of course, none of this factored in what King Aurelia and Queen Otille would say if they found out their daughter, engaged to wed a foreign general, was fooling around with a local chief. It was bad enough to think about what sort of gossip could arise and what sort of international issues might blossom from such an engagement to those outside of those scheduled to wed, let alone what might happen if the current king and queen cared.

Unfortunately for all involved, Talba was quite loud in her chambers while with Storm. It was no secret she was being unfaithful, and it was only a matter of time before such news spread due to some particularly gossipy servant that didn't know to keep their mouth shut.