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Diplomatic Guest of Honour

Princess Talba Ebonoldty paced in the throne room behind the thrones themselves, her long talons tapping the black cobblestone that constructed her castle. She was bored and couldn't do anything about it. Her parents and husband, Prince Vaulix Arraidama, were gone to the south for a summit concerning some emergent volcanic activity off the east coast, and she was left at home. Alone. To tend to the kingdom's needs and to keep the capital from burning to the ground in their absence.

She was not particularly good at diplomacy. At least not yet. As a member of the royal family and heir to the throne, she was obligated to tend to these duties eventually. She was learning the craft in time and had great interpersonal skills, but she was still pretty young and inexperienced. This led to her mostly just feeling stressed as she dealt with one meeting after another, unsure how to decipher the single right decision from the multitude of wrong ones. If she made a mistake, it could irrevocably alter how the people see her and how the balance of power equalized.

Her family had been gone for weeks, and as time went on she was fighting off the anxiety and stress that came with such a high profile position. Usually, when things got to be too much she'd just grab Vaulix and drag him to their chambers or have a quickie in the courtyard, but Vaulix hadn't been around for an entire heat cycle. She was alone. And unfortunately, she was not in a position to do what she wanted to do.

In her young adult years, before the war and before she married Vaulix to help put an end to that war, she was quite the promiscuous hippogryph. She was a hybrid race, half oairan and half errovian, so she was not only mostly sterile but also an egg-layer. Her natural body heat meant that, biologically, she was unable to breed with anyone that wasn't one of her two races; it also meant that disease was not a factor for her. She was incapable of contracting anything from a canine or human partner. As a result, she was free to be as promiscuous as she wanted to be without consequence. No pregnancy, and no risk. And even if she did become gravid, the avian part of her ensured she could just not nest the egg, thus ensuring it never hatched.

Her biology ensured that she was always in the mood, and her lineage allowed her infinite access to the citizens of Arrenthen. Nobody turned down a chance to be with the princess, unless they were strictly gay. And that was not very common. Very few people in the region were strictly gay or straight, something she used to her advantage.

Even before ascending and taking the throne to herself, she had already acquired the moniker of 'the whore queen'. She was only a princess but her promiscuity had already ranked her up in the eyes of the people. All was well until her parents started dropping more and more responsibility on her, training her to take over for her mother, Queen Otille. Her free-loving life had come to an end, and one of the first lessons she had impressed upon her was that she could no longer be promiscuous with the people.

In the eyes of the commoners, the citizens of Arrenthen, it was unbecoming of a queen to be so slutty. They wouldn't respect her. They wouldn't listen to her. She needed to emit an aura of dignity and modesty. At least that's how her parents saw it. Talba didn't agree, but it wasn't her kingdom. Yet. She had to abide by the rules set out by her predecessors or face the consequences.

And as the days rolled on by, Talba was growing increasingly needy. The stress of having to mediate land disputes and allocate coin to various districts and act as a figurehead was taking its toll on her and she was starting to break. For the first week she faced the world with a broad grin on her beak, chest puffed out and hands on her lap in a pose of dignity, only retreating to her chambers after a long day to relieve some tension in a bath or with some of her toys. The best ways to relieve tension in the absence of her partner.

But with each subsequent week she found herself giving up on work a bit earlier, getting her meetings over with a bit quicker and with a bit less tact. She needed that stress relief and couldn't get it if she was practically falling asleep in a meeting about border disputes between two farms arguing over who planted what crop first. By the end, she was cutting her days in half to double up on naps and personal time. And on this day, as she paced back and forth behind the thrones, she was ready to end her day early. It was only lunch, and she had already had enough. She'd mediated all morning and had a meeting for some nonsense about investing in some potion research in the science wing of the castle, but she just didn't have the mental fortitude to deal with that.

Frustrated, she dismissed her aides and servants, wishing to be alone in the throne room for a bit, where she paced until she was able to calm her nerves a bit. Frustrated, she flopped down on her mother's throne with one leg up over the arm rest, her foot-talons wrapped around the arm of her father's throne. There, she wrapped her arm around her one thigh and hoisted up her seafoam green dress to yank her tail to the side and start idly playing with her tail hole. She didn't even care that some of the royal guard stationed at every exit to the room could see her, she just needed some release.

Talba was the princess of this nation, what were they going to do? Report her to the queen? Of course not. And besides, she actually enjoyed a bit of an audience. She was royalty, after all. Anyone into hippogryph mares should be honoured to witness one of noble blood pleasuring themselves. She loved to put on a show, and people liked to watch. Everyone won in that exchange. Especially her, since she was in such need she had soaked through her panties enough that when she pulled away there was a string of gooey arousal bridging between her fingers.

She sniffed the resulting slime and licked it off her fingers while making eye contact with one of the royal guard, a particularly burly stallion decked out in armour of ivory, gold, and red trim. She'd been with him before, he was quite the partner. But that was a long time ago and she enjoyed teasing him with potential follow-ups. He was quite well endowed - not as thick as her husband, though - and eager to please. A loyal guardsman and a generous lover.

So enamored with herself and turned on by the prospect of showing off, she hoisted up her dress and revealed her underwear, only to then peel those panties to the side and expose her thick, pink lips. As she spread herself open, revealing a bright red inside to contrast the pale pink on the outside and glistening with a layer of arousal, a knocking came at the main gates to the throne room.

Panicked, she got into a proper sitting position and let down her dress to cover up. She didn't pull her underwear back over her lips, allowing her to lightly rock back and forth, letting the velvet of the throne tickle her. The guest came into the throne room and she had to deal with that, leaving her in the sort of mood that would make anyone cranky. She had a desire buzzing around her loins that needed to be taken care of, so she quickly put an end to the meeting and informed the royal guard that she'd be taking the afternoon off.

Sure of her decision - which she justified by reminding herself that self-care was important to long-term health and wellness - she gathered some personal items, tossed them in a satchel around her waist, and headed out into town. She was on the prowl. She wouldn't take just anybody, but she needed somebody and was going to find a way to relieve herself.

It would have to be someone she knew. Someone she trusted to be discrete. Someone who was comparable in size and vigour to Vaulix. Not a lot of folks fit her needs on this day, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. She'd search the whole capital to find someone if it took her all day. And if not, she had alternative ways to satisfy her needs.

While in the market, she seriously considered tossing a few coins to a fruit vendor to buy a bushel of apples, that way she could stuff them all inside her and them eat them one by one as her needs dissipated. But, just as she was about to inquire about prices, an image caught the corner of her eye, drawing her attention.

Standing out above the crowd was a rather large gryphon, easily twice the height of the average citizen. He had dark violet feathers on his chest as well as a light gray, fluffy face and neck and a rather tall pair of feathers atop his head. He wore only a bandolier over his shoulder and a kilt over his lower half, a kilt that barely concealed his massive, low-hanging balls.

It was Zean, and old friend of Talba's that she'd not seen for years! He was a gryphon from the northern tribes, a warrior and hunter. Before the war when the nation needed to work together, his tribe would regularly be in conflict with the tribes of the Joraken province over territorial disputes. He was one of the few potential partners she'd never courted, as she was still pretty young at the time and not quite mature enough to be with someone older than her. Well, she was mature, but she was still quite small. Now, they were both of age, and that was good enough for her! She always wanted to pounce him but knew he respected their discrepancy in age too much, so she never got a chance.

Now, she was there and eager to have another chance at him. And given his size, she was sure he'd be comparable to her husband. Eager to reach out, she waved above the crowd to get his attention. She was head and shoulders taller than most - a very large mare - but still dwarfed compared to him!

He saw her but didn't immediately recognize her. Fortunately, the citizens of Arrenthen did and parted to let her come and re-introduce herself.

"Zean, is that you?" She asked, arms out for a hug.

With a confused nod, he accepted her hug. "Yes, and are you who I think you are?"

She took his hand and stood back at arm's length. "If you think I'm me! Princess Talba, and the pleasure's mine!" She twirled to show off her seafoam dress, then bowed and nuzzled the back of his hand like he was a knight or fellow royal. "What brings you here?"

His eyes lit up and a broad grin parted his beak. "Oh! So it is you! It's been so long!" He held up a bag of coin. "I was selling some artifacts I found in a ruin. Thought we could get some supplies for the village. Hey, you want to share a tea?"

Talba grabbed his hand and dragged him through the market towards the castle. "Sure! I'll get some of the cooks in the castle to make us some! Unless you'd prefer some more authentic stuff here in the market."

"Anything's good! I just wanted something nice and hot. It wasn't about the tea."

She winked at him and tugged some more, dragging him through town in order to get him back to the castle. He was a little reluctant at first, as he wasn't here for companionship, but she was the princess and seemed insistent so he did as commanded, apologizing to everyone else as he was dragged through the crowd. He didn't know what she had in mind, but he was enjoying the ride so far.

At the castle gates, the guards took one look at the towering black and violet gryphon and then gave Talba a sidelong glance. They knew what she had planned. Big drake like Zean could only mean one thing while the prince was away. They made idle jokes but then let Talba back in without further judgment. She was the princess, after all.

Once back inside, she locked the front door to the throne room and shut off all the side entrances so they'd have some privacy. There were still royal guards lining the walls on the main floor and balcony - they never went away - but she was not to be bothered.

As soon as they were alone in the throne room, she hopped up onto the queen's throne, then spun it and the king's throne around so they were facing each other. "Sit!" She commanded. When she realized there was some hesitation, she had to assure him. "It's fine!"

Zean was reluctant for a reason, far too respectful to do that without explicit permission. "Are you sure? I'm no king." He was trying to double check, to make sure this wasn't some joke or prank. "And not like it's my business but aren't you married now?"

"And I'm no queen. Not yet. It's fine. And yes I am married but I'm not sure what that has to do with anything. So tell me what's been up with you these last few years! I've not seen or heard a chirp from you since the war!" She deliberately positioned herself on the throne with one leg up to tease a look under her dress. A view that Zean was unable to resist.

Slowly, he sat opposite her, head up and feathers inflated to show pride. He did lean back a bit so he could see under the drape of her dress's edge, but couldn't quite see anything. "Not much to say, I don't think. I've been taking care of my people, watching over them for many years now. With the war done and the tribes of Joraken no longer interested in territory there's not been much strife. Just the normal stresses of hunting and eating and keeping my people safe from the wildlife. How about you? I'm curious about all this." He waved to her, motioning up and down. "You're married, yet here you are, flirting with me. Tell me, is this something I should be worried about?"

She huffed and clicked her beak, tapping it with a talon. "No, no, it's not like that. I suppose to most people it's like that, but he's not the insecure type. He doesn't have this territorial need to own me or control me. We have an accord. When the other's away, play time is fair game. I bet he's slit-deep in a mare or some dragoness right now. And me, I've got some gryphon drake in my sights."

The brazen flirtation was nice to hear for Zean, who's kilt began to swell as his loins grew. "You really haven't changed, have you?"

"Not one bit. I have more responsibilities now, but I'm the same hen you knew from all those years ago. Only now I'm in charge and you don't gotta worry about me being too young. Or small. As you can see." She reached out with her foot, using those talons to slip under his kilt and squeeze his thigh. "You were too polite last time we met. You wouldn't touch me. Do you remember?" She crawled her toes up towards his groin, deliberately avoiding his swelling member as it slipped out of his sheath.

"I do. Yeah. You were a tiny princess, barely matured. You were with your parents on a tour of the provinces, looking to build morale for the militia. You slipped into my den and tried to get me to mount you but I wouldn't do it." He was struggling a bit as he remembered the past, but still allowed her foot to explore his lap under his kilt's fabric.

Talba shifted in place, then grabbed the edge of her dress and hiked it up so he could see her loins, her plump and pink loins which were not covered by any fabric since she'd peeled her panties to the side. "Yeah, I was pretty dumb back then. Did you ever think about me after?"

He solemnly shook his head. "I wish. You were a little small for me back then." It was clear he was lying, he was just trying to be polite. As long as his partners could handle his girth that was all that mattered. And Talba was tiny back then, his cock fully engorged would be as big as her!

"I was mature. You're allowed." She continued kneading and massaging his kilt, using her dexterous toe talons to peel it back and expose his swollen member and his enormous, shifting balls. "And I've always been quite the stretchy mare." She did have to do a double take, as she wasn't used to the flesh contained by his sack to be bulging and sloshing like that. She didn't probe, though. She knew he was into some fun, kinky stuff and didn't want to accidentally offend. She did, however, push him a bit. "Come on, you can admit it. You don't have to be a gentleman drake all the time."

Zean hoisted one leg up to give his balls a bit more room on the throne, his foot resting on the end of the arm rest of Talba's throne. "Okay, I thought about it a bit, but I didn't let it consume me. I just swallowed up a few of my people and let them stay inside me for a week. Like this." He started idly rubbing his balls, pressing down on the palm-prints that bulged out from within.

"Who's in there today?" She asked, her talon crawling down to slip in between his thigh and sack. "Actually, you know what, don't tell me. They're not coming out any time soon, are they?"

"Not today, no." He winked at her. "So what's all this about, then? What have you got in mind?"

She stopped kneading and teasing for a moment before pushing herself off her throne to leap onto him, knees on his thighs and dress draped over his lap. She grabbed his chest plumage and held him in close, her emerald eyes staring into his. "Vaulix has been gone a while, and I need some attention. There are only a handful of people who I trust to satisfy me. Only a handful of drakes that are capable of giving me what I need. I saw you and knew there wouldn't be anyone else that could give me what you give me." She glanced back to peek at his writhing balls, shuddering as she felt a hand print press out and caress her inner thigh. "And there's no drake quite like you."

There was a moment's hesitation in Zean, who wasn't quite sure how to handle this at first given Talba's position and their past history. However, he was certain that she was being sincere and she was in greater need than he. Though always respectful, he knew when to drop the poise. "I see. Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious what a princess is like. Tell me, Princess Talba, what can I do for you?"

She didn't respond, at least not vocally. She squatted down on his lap so that her plump equine lips were hovering just over his growing cock tip, the heat of her flesh tickling him without ever touching. She reached back around and under her dress to wrap her palm around his tip, collecting as much of his natural fluid as she could while also deliberately squeezing and kneading to help him out.

His member grew a bit more as each ridge and feature slid from his sheath, the tip quickly emerging high enough to touch her. This was when he paused to make sure she wasn't going to change her mind or have a change of heart.

Much to his delight, she not only didn't recoil at the touch of his violet cock but actually splayed her legs out to descend, deliberately wiggling her hips and clenching her loins to wink her equine clit and spurt tiny bits of creamy fluid onto his lap, cascading over his girth to soak into his fur. "You don't have to be shy. You know, I've wanted to see what you can do to me since you met me." She then leaned in close so that her beak was right up against his ear, her breath tickling his cheek plumage. "You're about the same girth as my husband, and I can take him. Do your worst."

This invitation was not one Zean got very often. He had mares, he had hens, and he had partners back in his village, but most of them were similar in size to him and the ones that he couldn't fit in got stuffed inside him. It was a lovely balance on both ends. However, hearing that she was not only not afraid of his size but eager to ride and experienced with similarly thick cocks gave him a confidence to do as he pleased that he didn't get to explore as often as he'd liked. He leaned into her and wrapped both arms around her, holding her close with one hand as the other lifted up her dress and grabbed at the base of her tail, a single finger curling into her to tease her slit and tug her lips.

Talba bucked and dipped the small of her back, angling herself so that he had better access, arms wrapped around his chest for balance as she leaned into him and widened her stance as far as it would go. As she began to grind against his digit - a finger that was as big around as the average person's cock with a pair of knuckles acting as a knot - she started winking, her passage loosening in anticipation of more. At the same time, his cock had begun to press against her lips, teasing her opening and threatening to plunge into her. "I told you, don't be shy." She growled into his ears as she shifted in place and got to her feet while still in a squatting position. Once she was there, her feet wrapped around his thighs, she leaned back and let all of her weight down on his ridged length.

Only, rather than his girth plunging into her, she just remained sitting atop him, all her mass upon him but her depths not giving way to his girth. The very tip of his tapered cock had parted her lips and passed through her opening, but her muscles and hips kept the rest of him from joining it. She paused to blink and rotated upon him, clicking her beak. "Well this is a bit of a conundrum." She joked, her clit winking and releasing a thick creamy mass of her own fluid down his shaft. Beneath her, she couldn't actually see his member since it was all hidden under the drape of her seafoam green dress.

Curious, she lifted up the front of her garment to look down, where she saw that his entire length had slipped from his sheath, his massive knot resting between his hips and the base of his balls, the compressed sheath meat all wrapped tightly around the underside. "I can take it." she assured him, then gripped his legs with both of her feet, literally pulling herself down with a grunt.

"Do you need help?" He asked, idly bucking into her, eyes intensely trained on her distended pink pussy flesh that wrapped only around the tip of his cock. "I can help."

"Yeah, don't be afraid to hurt me, you can't." She assured him, still twisting on his cock and gyrating her hips to find the right angle. "You're a bit harder than Vaulix, but he's still thicker. His cock's soft and bulgy, yours is...well, you know."

"Do you always talk this much when you're being stuffed?" Zean joked, doing his best to not tease her farther. "I'm not complaining, it's just not usually this chatty."

Talba flicked him on the beak. "You're not my husband, we're not making love. We're fucking. No reason you can't be casual about it. Now help me out here, you're so close and I'm getting blue balls." She then stopped to aggressively peel her dress off entirely, folding it up over her chest and tossing it on the floor. This left her wearing only the panties that remained rolled up and off to the side of her plump pussy lips, out of the way but still present. She wore no bra, as she had no breasts. As an avian, she had a plump, plumage rich chest but nothing more than that. The form without the function.

Zean kept both his hands on her hips, sure to keep pressure on her as he clenched his loins. This ensured his cock remained firm while still throbbing with every beat of his heart. "Are you sure about that? Last thing I wanna do is put the princess in the infirmary!" He was mostly joking but there was an underlying factor of sincerity in his voice.

She stopped gyrating and rotating to lean into him, his tip still in her and her weight still fully on his member. She stared him in the eyes, grabbed him by the plumage around his neck, and got in so close their beaks were touching. "Listen here, Zean, I am the princess of this kingdom and I know my limits. When I tell you to not hold back, I mean it. Look around you, the room has royal guardsmen in it. If I get hurt, they know that I brought it on myself. I know my body, I know what I want, and I know you want it, too. So, stop being worried and start rutting me like I was your own. I will accept nothing less from a drake of your stature." She tapped her beak to his then leaned back, using his hands as a cradle to keep herself from falling down onto his legs and off the throne.

It was then, as she leaned into the cradle of his palms, that she found the right angle. His girth, fully firm with no give, finally lurched just a bit deeper, the bulge of his tapered tip popping in and forcing her open as she bounced down. Her eyes went wide and her abdomen clenched as she constricted his cock in place, keeping it from going too deep too fast. Then, after a moment of idle rocking and gyrating, revelling in the sensation of his cock twisting inside her, she relaxed enough to let more of him slowly slide into her, each ridge lurching in with a pop!

A series of audible squelches emanated from between them as bits of juice and air got captured and expelled from her loins, each one of his ridges disappearing between her folds. She kept wiggling and leaning into him until she felt the bulge of his knot pressing out against her inner thighs, a firm limit she'd not be able to pass. Her hips barely allowed the girth of his cock, let along the expansive lobes of his knot.

Once she got comfortable, she reverted to a kneeling position on his lap, using the arm rests of the throne for balance. There, she tensed up her thighs and slowly ascended, feeling the tug of his member deep within her, each ridge popping out of her one at a time with an accompanying lurch and squelch. With only his tip inside her, she slammed herself back down with ease, his every feature disappearing into her once more with far less resistance.

Zean growled and leaned into her, wrapping his chin around her neck while using the curve of his beak tip to rake through her mane. He wrapped both hands around her rump cheeks and used both thumbs to knead at the base of her tail, pry her rump apart and stretching her pussy from around her hips. This ensured that he had less resistance, no fur or feathers creating extra friction along his length, only his slick gryphon flesh sliding in and out of her plump equine folds.

"There ya go!" She cooed into his ear. "I knew you had it in you." She kept bouncing on him, starting slow but speeding up with each few thrusts. The girth of his cock was immense, easily as big around as her calf, maybe as thick as her thigh, and the added mass bulged her belly even though neither of them noticed at first due to how close they were and how puffed out her chest plumage was.

He growled at her again, both hands wrapped around her waist to help slam her down, those plump lips of hers constantly belching and swallowing his member from tip to knot every time. She got increasingly rough and he got aggressive as time went on. He lost himself to the feral lust and she gave herself to him, bouncing on his cock with all her weight and muscles, keen to not clench for fear of constricting too tight to let him in.

Talba could feel his girth throbbing, sensing his very heartbeat as his member pulsated against her flesh. He could do the same, feeling her walls clench with each pulse. They paused for a moment when Talba decided to lean back and keep his face at arm's length. "Say, you wanna go somewhere a bit more private? I can tell you're holding back."

"Am I?" He countered with a grin, the plumage atop his head twitching in a most animated way.

"You are." Talba confirmed without hesitation. "And that's okay, it's sweet, but you don't have to. Come on, my chambers are just down the hall." She then gripped his thighs with her talons and stood up on his lap, his ridges tugging her flesh and leaving her hollow as she stood, a dripping mess of her own fluids and his trickling down her lips to drip off her winking clit right onto his chest and loins. She then turned away, bent over to give him a face-height look at her puffy pink lips and the coiled string of her panties still off to the side, and then hopped away, grabbing her dress.

She swayed her hips, every step exaggerating her features as she headed towards the back door to the throne room.

Zean, still a bit shocked by all this, took a moment to try his best to hide his erection as he stood up, the kilt comically draped over either side of it. He thought about maybe doing something about it but his member was steaming, his tip was drooling, and his balls were still writhing with the shifting bulges of his buddies. He didn't care about being seen, so he unbuckled his kilt and tossed it over his shoulder before following her.

Talba led him down the hall to the first door on the right, a massive red-wood gate with three locks and a latch for safety. The door was massive, twice Talba's height and even big enough for Zean to enter without having to duck. None of the latches were locked. Perhaps not so safe but she knew what she was doing. She just swung the door open and motioned for him to enter, so he did.

Inside her room was simple enough. A huge bed in the middle with stained-glass windows and dressers on either side. It had a draping canopy with golden pillars on all four corners, and the entire room was lined with abyss-black ebonstone. "So this is the princess's chambers, is it?" He marvelled, only to allow his gaze to return to Talba, who was presenting herself to him.

She was bent over her bed, tail up, panties still off to the side, and her plump pussy lips soaking wet with all the mess the pair of them had made so far. She curled a thumb around her underwear and peeled them off, tossing them over to Zean so that they landed on his beak, giving him a direct and intense sampling of her aromas. "Yeah, now stop being coy and get over here, you have a job to do."

Her commanding tone could have been cruel or nasty, but to Zean it was the perfect invitation. He stepped over to her and grabbed her by the base of the tail, yanking her up so that she was standing on the edge of her bed, hand wrapped around one of the pillars for balance and stability. Only then were her loins at his waist height. Perfect. "A job, you say?" He teased as he gripped her rump and used his thumb to tease the base of her tail. "I didn't know I got the part!"

Talba glanced back over her shoulder, both hands on the pole and her beak pressed against her wrists. The angle was odd, but she still managed to make it look sexy. She still wore her seafoam dress, the skirt of it flipped over her back to expose her loins. "Don't make it weird. Come on." She flicked and pumped her tail to tickle his belly feathers, the draping strands of equine hair tickling his exposed shaft and draping over his shifting balls. "You have plenty to offer, and I need what you have."

"And you're sure your husband is okay with this? I don't want to have him come home and command the guard to run me through with spears." He was partially joking but mostly sincere. His cock remained stiff as could be, though; the scent and sights offered by Talba were too enticing for that to dissuade him. "I just want to make sure-"

"It's fine." The princess interjected. She then used her foot talon to grab him by the hip fluff and pull him in close, forcing his member to come to rest between her rump mounds, the tip prodding the base of her tail. "We have an agreement. I promise you, he'd be more likely to join in and ask for a deposit of his own." She winked and clicked her beak before resuming her position against the pillar.

There was a hint of lingering hesitation in him as he had been lied to before. However, the princess seemed sincere and the kneading of his friends in his balls kept him on edge long enough for him to forego further critical thought. Plus, he'd seen Prince Vaulix before; the thought of filling that drake was appealing in and of itself. The fantasy of swapping between Talba and Vaulix gave him a surge of motivation that urged him to not only continue, but to do so with extra vigour.

He grabbed her tail with one hand and wrapped the other around her hip, flexing his loins to have his cock slap against his belly, smearing his fluids all over before he angled himself against her, his tip resting between her lips. He paused to give her a final chance to change her mind only to have her push against the pole and lean into him, her flesh parting to slide down his length all the way to the knot, a series of glorious squelches emanating as each of his ridges entered her. She kept clenching and winking her clit, forcing air out in sputters.

Zean was impressed! For how much trouble she had taking him in the throne room, it was surprising to see how easily her passage enveloped him. Surprising, but not unwelcome! He used this further encouragement to grab her other hip and buck into her, slamming her shoulder against the pole she was using for balance and stability.

She threw her head back and stroked her hair and mane, beak agape. "That's the drake I want! Come on!"She then pulled up her dress over her head and tossed it to the side in a pile next to the bed.

He did the same with his kilt, ensuring that both were fully nude, only fur and flesh and feathers touching without the interruption of fabric between them. He kept at her, bucking gently so that his shaft from tip to knot plunged in and out of her depths with ease. Zean was careful to not force his knot into her, he knew that would be too much even if the thought made him even more excited.

But Talba had different ideas. As she arched her back and slammed herself down on him, her plump lips and clit all squeezing against the lobes of his knot with every motion, she grinned back at him with devious intent. At the apex of his buck, with the pair of them closest to each other, she reached back and grabbed his ample chest plumage and pulled him in closer with her torso twisted, ensuring her beak touched his. "Oh the bed, now!" she commanded, using all her strength to yank him down onto his back.

Zean spread his wings to brace himself before he ended up on the sheets, head hanging over the other side. His cock remained in her, twisting one way then back until she was riding him cowgirl style, sitting on his lap while looking away. She went to lean forward, so he grabbed her arm to keep her stable in place, the other wrapped around her torso to feel the bulge in her belly. This was when she seemed to notice just what he was doing to her.

Her expression shifted from intense lust to shock as she looked down over her chest. Her belly had a clear cylindrical bulge starting from her loins all the way up to the underside of her breast. The girth of his cock was so much that it was displacing her insides, making her belly swell with the added mass! She hadn't noticed before since she was in a dress and bent over in a way that she didn't get to feel or glance down, she only felt the pressure of his length plowing through her!

The smear of her fluids kept dribbling down over his lobes, and she simply found herself kneeling on his thighs for control; she loved the sensation and the image of her belly distended like that and didn't take long to adjust. Her expression shifted back to needy lust as she began slowly bouncing on him, feeling the bumps and ridges of his member sliding against her inner walls, tugging her flesh and visibly altering the shape of her lower abdomen.

At the same time, Zean palced both of his hands on her hips and sides so that his digits wrapped around her belly and met in the middle, adding a bit of pressure to the muscular twitches she offered. While her passage clenched and pulsated and winked around him, the taut flesh sliding around and down his length, the added sensation of him squeezing her belly helped to apply pressure and pleasure.

Aiding her bouncing, he started using her body to stroke himself, bucking into her and then slamming her down with all his might, the vigour of their shared motion creating a series of squelches and spatters that echoed through her room, messing up the sheets and cascading over his balls.

Once she finally got fully comfortable with how things were going, she started really slamming herself down on him with all her might. Not only was he bucking into her and pulling her down, she also clasped her talons around his thigh and did her best to grind at the bottom of every motion. This ensured his knot slowly yet roughly forced her lips apart, the bulge of her clit slipping between the lobes to continue to caress his shaft all the way down.

She kept bouncing and grinding, hands on the bulge in her belly holding his against her walls as his member continued to pump in and out of her. She finally stopped, feeling her lips on the cusp of passing the thickest part of his knot. Talba took a moment to close her eyes, gape open her beak in a silent moan, and relax her muscles as she pulled down with all the strength she possessed in that situation. Slowly but surely, his knot lobes shifted and ground against her, squeezing between her hips and then lurching forward with an audible pop!

Talba gasped and Zean growled as his knot swelled inside her, filling her pussy with all the girth he had to offer. She could feel his shaft beyond her cervix, stretching out her womb to its limits while her knot remained firmly locked in her pussy. As a mare, her depths were pliable and stretchy, her cervix tender enough to allow a cock to pass through her. Plus, she had potions. Her body was properly adapted to being stretched taut like that, resulting in her giving her a belly that looked pregnant with a bulge up towards her breast.

Zean gripped tight around her hips, holding her in place as his lobes swelled to full girth. All this time his knot was only half-mast, it wouldn't fully tie until it was tightly contained within her. But now that her lips were wrapped around his base, he had no further ability to hold back, his knot doubled in girth, locking itself in place and ensuring there was no chance of it escaping her depths; they were tied up, stuck together until his member subsided.

At the same time, his loins began to twitch and pulsate, his balls tugging upwards as the captive held within kept writhing and pressing out from inside his sack. His loins clenched, his balls tugged upward, and he could feel the pleasure of elongated climax building deep within him.

He pulled her back so that she was laying on his chest, his beak nuzzled into her neck and his hands still wrapped around her belly and hips, fingers no longer touching due to the bulge given to her by his knot. He bucked, but his member barely shifted; once it found the proper angle, it had no room to move or adjust, his flesh having filled her every crevasse, his bulges stretching her walls taut.

That was when he found himself lost to the moment. He bit down hard on her neck and bucked as forcefully as he could muster, his far larger body slamming into hers as his balls clenched and forced his passenger to be squeezed up through his body and into the base of his knot. For a moment, the pair of them stopped dead in their tracks, the pressure of Zean's cock prey finding its place at the base of his member, just beyond her lips.

To his delight, she reared her head back and preened him by the ear, whispering at him. "Fuck them into me, I want it!"

All hesitation evaporated from him the moment he felt her voice on his ears, the humidity from her breath tickling his feathers. He bucked again, this time rolling over so that he was on top of her and his form pinned her to the bed, belly down. He grabbed her by the shoulder to keep her in place and arched his back, wings spread and tail up as his loins squeezed with all his might, forcing his cock prey to lurch into her accompanied by a voluminous mass of his essence.

With a thunderous call to the canopy of the bed, Zean emptied himself into her, the princess's walls clenching and constricting in waves to help suck the prey and cum from him, eager to feel it deep within her womb. She bit down on his wrist and grasped her sheets, tugging as she felt the pressure build in her belly, the lurch of his prey bursting into her depths and coiling around his shaft inside her.

She let out an equally satisfied moan followed by a shuddering chatter of her beak before collapsing in a splayed mess on her bed, pussy and womb overstuffed by Zean's cock and prey. The bulge in her belly was massive, so much so that even laying on her chest gave enough pressure to apply extra pleasure to her perpetually. She tried to grind a bit but found herself locked in place by Zean's knot, no room to wiggle even as he slowly got up to a kneeling position behind her.

He found his comfort leaning against the backboard of the bed, arms and wings both up as his shoulders pressed to the wall. She was laid before him, arms out, mane tousled and messy, and knees pressed out against his thighs, talons nestled in his hips. His cock was wrenched down, still inside her.

Talba writhed in place, struggling to glance back at him. "Good job." She joked with a bit of a giggle, interrupted only by a pause while she clenched her loins, winced, and grasped her red sheets.

"Glad I could help. I do want to warn you, though, we're not going to be-" He paused to grunt a bit, every feather of his upper chest splaying out as another burst of climax pumped more gryphon essence into her. Once the distraction ended, he resumed. "-parting ways for a while."

She whimpered a bit and crossed her arms under her chin, knees still pressed against his inner thighs and ankles still resting against his hips, his knot tugging on her lips but refusing to come out. "That's fine. I need a bit of time to relax and take care of myself. There's not much I can do that's better than this." Her words were accented by gentle grunts and whimpers as his member throbbed and pumped more and more into her.

Zean reached out to caress her tail, allowing its long hair fibres to cascade over and tickle his sheath and smooth balls. He was a little disappointed to not feel the struggling prey inside him, but the sensation of Talba's pussy intermittently clenching around his member to tug on his knot was better. Okay, maybe not better, but comparable. "So what now?" He asked, his mind slowly restoring to a post-nut clarity. "Are you absolutely certain I'm not going to be cuffed by the guards once I leave this room? We were pretty loud, there."

"I can assure you it's fine." Talba laughed at him. She flexed her legs a bit to tug his knot more only to realize with absolute certainty that there was no way it was going to slip out of her without receding a bit. The bulge of his prey in her womb wrapped around his cock made her look like she was pregnant with a whole clutch of eggs, even though she often only had one at a time. The added pressure of it kept her perpetually pleasured, the flesh and fluids all grinding against her inner walls. "If it wasn't, the guards wouldn't have let you in the room either way."

"And Vaulix?" Zean asked, probing a bit more.

That's when Talba grunted, using all of her strength to roll over onto her side and then onto her back, his knot twisting inside her and lurching to find an appropriate angle. This gave him a clear view of how swollen she'd become, a view that coaxed another pulsation of his loins into her. She balled up her fists to handle the extra pressure before responding. "You know, if I was anyone else this line of questioning would be quite the turn-off. But given my role, I get it. I really do." She struggled to get up so that she was sitting in his lap, knees on his hips and shins on his thighs. "If anything, he will just be jealous he didn't get to join us. Don't worry."

With a flick of his beak, Talba then flopped onto her back, the motion wrenching Zean's cock as she wrapped her legs around his. She motioned for him to toss her a pillow and when he did she stuffed it under the back of her head. "Now relax, just enjoy it." As she spoke, she slipped a hand down over her swollen belly to gently rub her clit, forcing a finger into herself in the crook between his knot lobes.

It took a bit for Zean to be comfortable, but before long her casual demeanour and expert cock massage gave him all the serenity he needed. He was only in town to do some trading, but this was better. This was much better.

She actually fell into a nap while still tied to him, her pussy throbbing with each beat of her heart. This left him in place to not move for fear of waking her, at least until he felt his knot deflate enough to slip it out of her.

While she was still at rest, he rolled her over onto her side, folding her legs atop one another, then tugged until he felt his lobes lurch inside her, the thickest part finally finding its way to her opening. He was careful to not pop out too fast, for fear of making a mess. Luckily, she seemed to be subconsciously aware of what was happening and clenched, forcing him out in a controlled lurch followed by the subtle sputter of his seed trickling out of her tenderized lips.

Careful, he slowly pulled out of her, letting each and every ridge pop on its own before continuing. Eventually, only his tip remained and he leaned away from her, allowing himself to pass through her lips and land heavily on her sheets. Just as his tip slid out of her, his half-inflated knot lobes got swallowed by his sheath. She was left gaping, yet almost no mess escaped her.

The image of creamy gryph seed cascading over bright red hippogryph flesh was quite enticing. He was still hard, at least aside from his knot, and he wanted to do something with it. While he was still hovering over her, he crawled into a position that allowed him to rest his member on her hip, his beak curved down towards her ear. "Princess."

"My prince." She muttered back, still clearly lacking in lucidity. Then, when she felt the weight of his length on her side, she shifted so that her one leg was up and her pussy was fully exposed again, a tiny bit more of his essence leaking out.

In an effort to plug her up, he grabbed himself and aimed his tip between her lips, slipping into her with little to no resistance. Her flesh swallowed him up with ease, lurching over every ridge and coming to rest atop his knot. The lingering tingle of climax coursed through him, bouncing around within his depths and coaxing more from his loins. Given his time tied to her, he had rested up enough that it didn't take long for him to reach climax once more, as he was already stationed upon a pleasure plateau near the summit.

His balls twitched and his entire lower body bucked, slamming her down into her bed sheets with a vigour that had to have woken anyone up. But not her. She mumbled and nickered in her sleep, curling up to get a better angle as his shaft pounded her deep, his tip stopping short of penetrating her cervix as it had before. Her womb had sealed up with Zean's prey inside.

Of course this meant that when he finally erupted inside her, the seed had nowhere to go but past his shaft and through her lips. Ever the gentleman drake, he rolled her over onto her back and pulled out, getting one good look at her gaping passage before kneeling before her, bowing and pressing his beak to her lips. With a few gentle licks, he cleaned her out, ensuring that no mess found its way to her sheets. Once he was convinced of his job and her pussy winked itself shut, he patted her haunches and hopped off the bed, leaving her to enjoy her much needed rest.

As he gathered his kilt, she shifted in the bed behind him, curling around her belly.

"Thanks for that." She whispered. It wasn't clear if she was awake and aware or if she was just mumbling in her sleep.

Either way, Zean bowed. "Much obliged." Then he slipped out, eager to get back to what he was doing in the marketplace.

Once she was sure he was gone, Talba rolled out of bed as well, hunched over herself as her massively distended belly made for an awkward landing. She was going to get back to work but instead just flopped back onto the bed, rolling up in the covers on her back so that the pressure of Zean's cock prey didn't grind against her loins from within. She couldn't help but rub herself, all four fingers curling around her clit to part her lips and explore her depths. Inside, she felt the descending bulge of her cervix near her entrance as Zean's prey took up much of the room in her torso.

Like it or not she had a very interesting night ahead of her. A thought that passed her mind as she fell into slumber, curled up on her side with both forearms trapped between her thighs and one hand hilted to the wrist inside her, winking clit and constricting passage massaging her.