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"Dammit Talba, You have got to be nicer with those ropes." Missaria moaned as she rubbed at her wrists. She was squatting down on her knees with the mess of bondage gear, the tentacle monster's box, and the strap on strewn on the floor around her. "Or at least be gentler when you let me down next time."

The Queen smirked at her and stood tall over the mare, slapping the crop to her palm. "I don't know, kind of defeats the purpose of bondage, doesn't it?" She gave herself a thwack before crouching before Missaria and using the soaking wet crop tip to tickle her chin. "So maybe you should lighten up and enjoy the abuse."

Missaria pushed Talba away from her with a smile. "Oh shove it, Talba. My knees hurt a bit now thanks to you. Just be more gentle next time, and remember that Bondage is as much about caring for your sluts as it is abusing them and using them for your own pleasure." she got to her hooves and stretched out a bit, nethers sore from what Talba did to her.

Disappointed, Talba tossed the crop to the side and gave Missa a good, firm hug. "Sorry about that. I can get a little overzealous at times. Come on, let's go get something to eat, shall we?"

"Of course. I am pretty hungry, and feeling pretty empty now that the tentacle thing is out of me." she cupped her vulva in her palm and slid a single finger into herself, a little disappointed at how tender and loose her lips felt. To her, it seemed like she could easily have mated a dragon with how soft and weak her pelvic region was.

"Yeah, that thing will do that to you. Spread you open, stretch your skin, keep your gaping. I like it, and I know you do, too, but it can be a little aggressive at times. Don't worry, next time you can use it on me. Come on, let's get dressed." Talba daintily stepped over the mess of toys and equipment on the floor to open the grand armoire next to the wall, grabbing a red and gold dress to slip into. She opted not to wear any underwear, and didn't bother to clean herself out before getting dressed.

Missaria hobbled over next to her and started rifling through the drawers and dresses hanging on the rack. She was about the same size as Talba - perhaps a bit smaller - so she was lookingfor something that would fit. The first skirt she found that looked right sized was gold and cream colored with wisps of black highlights along the shoulders and around the rim of the skirt. Wasn't really her fashion type, but it would do for now. "We going to clean up the mess of toys over there?" She asked as she glanced back at the middle of the room.

"Naw, I don't mind leaving it out. Plus, the servants will likely come in and clean up for us unless I explicitly tell them not to. They're quite ravenously dedicated to their craft, you know." She zipped up the back of the ornate gold and red dress, then combed her mane back, undoing the knots in her hair.

"Well, alright then." Missa grabbed the comb and did the same, viewing her naked self up and down in the mirror. She knew she looked good, especially with how defined her breasts would look against a dress that was designed for an avian top. Talba lacked breasts, but had a voluptuous form, so the dress reflected that and wasn't created with breasts in mind, so it made hers look even bigger. She cradled each one in each hand and smiled. "I like this."

Talba raised an eyebrow and flicked an ear before reaching over and poking the mare on her nipple. "Boop."

Missa pulled away and covered herself, not shy, but in a playful mood. "No fair, you don't have any nipples to boop!"

"That's alright, I'm not wearing any underwear. Feel free to interpret that as you will." With that said, she turned, lifted her tail under the flowing folds of her dress, and walked out of her room, and Missaria followed.

Both of them made their way through the hallway to the main throne room, where there were dozens of equine guards lining the walls, each decked out in full armor and brandishing a pole arm. Missaria was still in tow behind the queen, but she was curious as to why they were here, in the throne room. "Tal, why are we not sitting down in the banquet hall? I thought you said you were hungry?"

Talba clicked her beak and snapped her fingers as she spun and sat in on her throne. Immediately, one of the guards stepped forward from behind the throne and leaned down next to her, awaiting orders. "Missaria, my dear, I am the queen. I can eat wherever I damn well please. Today, I want to feel like the royalty I am, and I want to eat at my throne. Tremlay, darling, could you place an order to the cooks to bring us out two exquisite breakfast platters? Surprise us, I trust the Kitnip's judgment."

The guard nodded and quickly darted down the hall past Missa to convey her order.

"Oh, right. Well, I guess I can't argue with that logic, but I thought you were a kind and gentle queen who didn't abuse her subjects."

"I am. I don't abuse my subjects, but I have no qualm about getting them to do their jobs. I pay my cooks, my attendants, and my guards quite well. There are many benefits I have to being the one behind the Jade Vault. I have near limitless funds and a desire to use those funds to make my world better for you, for I, and for everyone." She crossed her legs and leaned back in her throne, reaching down to make it recline. "So why not enjoy it? Right now I'm simply holding the fort while King Vaulix deals with some weird mess in the north between the gryphon chief and the Tehgolian marauders or something at the northern border."

Missaria was curious by that tidbit, but instead decided she trusted Talba's demeanor. She hopped around the queen and sat in the king's spot, idly reaching around to grab at the lever that would recline her chair as well. Like Talba, she wasn't wearing any panties so she was sure the guards could have easily gotten a view of her moist nethers. That didn't bother her one bit. "I could get used to this." She said as she laid back, arms on the rests and legs crossed in front of her.

"So what do you want to do today, Missa? We have the whole kingdom at our fingertips, nigh unlimited wealth, and the entire weekend. I admit I'm a little tired out by our little tryst, but I'm sure we can figure something out." Talba cooed as she laid back and spread her legs a bit. Her dress was longer than Missa's, but it was only down to her knees instead of half way up her thighs, but the guards were a good dozen steps lower than her throne, allowing them to see her up if they desired.

"Actually, I don't have any more plans, if you want the honest truth. We had quite a day yesterday, enjoying the people of Arrenthen and visiting the stables. Today, I'd be happy with relaxing here at the castle and maybe trying on some clothes. Do you have a personal tailor? I love to do fashion art."

Talba clicked her beak and leaned over the arm rest to look at Missa. "I don't actually, but I can summon one if you'd like. Personal tailor known as Siryn. She loves to design and has some of the most glorious ideas in the fashion world. Petite little western saurossin. Not from around here, but she's fabulous. She and her friend Drac designs most of my royal garb as well as some of the ceremonial armor. Fabulous artistes, they are. Would you like for me to summon them? Maybe have a mid-day fashion party?" Before the mare could respond, Talba raised a hand and snapped her fingers to summon the nearest knight. "Alkor! Fetch me Siryn and Drac! We have a fashion party!"

"Yes, my queen." The nearest royal guard bowed before hurriedly darting out of the main hall.

"How did you know his name?" Missaria asked as she flipped her mane back over her head, intentionally acting over-dramatic to fill the role of king. She was, after all, in Vaulix's throne. "Or did you just make it up?"

Talba crossed her legs and grinned, a gentle hooting billowing out of her chest. "I know almost all of the knights that protect this land. I can tell by the subtle differences in the armor. Alkor there had an ornate gold trim around his breast plate, hewn on there and designed by his wife. He also had a chain fused to the tip of his pole arm, an art project by his filly." She said with a smug grin.

Missa squinted and leaned forward, slipping a bit to clop her hooves on the red carpet. "You serious? I can barely see the details of their armor, and they all kind of look the same to me!"

The queen faked a gasp as she pressed her palm to her chest. "My word, I've never heard such a rude thing uttered in all my life at this kingdom! I'd say that's such a speciest thing for you to say, but you're equine, too." She chuckled to herself before straightening up and rolling her eyes. "But no, my eyes are far more keen than yours. Eagle vision in the day, owl vision at night. I can see each individual impurity on each knight's armor. I wouldn't likely be able to tell the stories behind every ding and scrape, but the big holes and dents I could probably tell you about."

She kept squinting before giving up and leaning back. "Well, whatever. Oh, look, food!" Both looked over to see a small mouse rolling a tray across the smooth black rock of the ground.

"Chef Kitnip! Wonderful to see you!" Talba got to her feet and extended for a hug, which was funny because Talba was massive and Kitnip barely came up to her calves. Tiny mouse and massive queen hippogryph. He stared at her before she relented and got down to one knee. "Seriously, you do great work. So what do we have?" She bumped his fist and patted him on the head before leaning back on her throne.

He pushed the cart forward until it was between the two thrones. When Missaria looked down she could see four little faded patches in the red carpet, which told her Talba enjoyed meals like this quite often. "Well, I wanted to go with something simple for the two of you. I had a sausage and egg muffin for the queen, and a more organic grain and veggie patty for the mare. Both are doused in a hollandaise sauce, with fried potato and some fruits on the side. Nothing special, but I know your tastes, my queen."

The plates were immaculately arranged, with the shreds of fruit splayed out and pinned together with toothpicks to look like bouquets. Missa couldn't help but drop her jaw in awe.

"You know me too well, my dear. May the skies shine down upon you and your brother." Talba complimented before taking her plate and setting it on her lap. The plate had to be big enough for the queen, which meant the mouse chef could have easily fit on the place three times over. Another comical difference in size.

"Your words honor me. Now I'm gonna head back and hopefully you won't be hungry until dinner. I have quite a feast planned for you and your guest." Before allowing anyone to respond, he bowed and skittered out on his tiny little feet.

Missa followed suit and put her own plate on her lap; she took a moment to admire the plating and the artistic way the food was arranged before grabbing her fork and stabbing into the veggie patty. She kind of wished she'd gotten a sausage patty as well, but veggies were good, too. She certainly had no qualms with a breakfast veggie burger specially made for her by one of the best chefs in all the land.

After tasting it, she was plenty happy to have been gifted such a wonderful delicacy. The veggie pattie was vibrant and juicy while not being soggy. The bun was crispy on the outside but airy in the inside. The Hollandaise sauce was silky smooth and hearty. The potatoes were just right, as were the onions and mushrooms that were on top of it. Absolutely divine. She was quite hungry, so it didn't last long.

When she was finished, Missa glanced over to see Talba daintily still eating hers, one fork at a time. "Hey, can I try the sausage patty? I didn't have a chance to try that one." She inquired, aiming towards Talba's bun.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll just order us another, but I want to try the veggie patty. Not usually my thing, but I am half equine so it might taste better than it sounds. Can someone inform Chef Kitnip that we are in need of seconds?" Talba called out.

Kitnip's tiny voice shouted from down the halls. "You got it, queen!"

Missaria stared, slack-jawed. "You don't think that's rude, to just demand more and more?"

"He works for me and he is paid well. And we're both hungry, you especially. I can still hear your belly rumbling. Enjoy it!" She patted the mare on the bridge of her snout, gently sliding her fingers to her cheek. "You're in royal hands, now. Just take all I have to give you!" She winked seductively at the double entendre.

Before them, the massive twin doors swung open, inciting both to lean forward. Where they expected to see Siryn and Jess was a large black and white gryphon.

"Ceylon, darling, long time no see! Come, come! I've just ordered us some breakfast, join us!" Talba invited. She stood and laid the plate on Missa's lap while she extended her arms as though she was offering a hug.

But Ceylon shook his head slowly, eyes closed and ears lowered to the side of his head. "I cannot stay for breakfast, Talba. There's a conflict in the north, and I fear your kingdom may need to fortify."

"Nonsense, dear. Vaulix has a large squad of royal guard, and Storm's warriors are all at the border. I'm not worried about that issue." She sat back down, crossing her legs. "So come, enjoy a meal, Kitnip is the best in the kingdom."

Ceylon stared at her, his intense blue eyes piercing though the both of them. "No, I'm saying that they're at your doorstep. The defenses have failed and the army will be at the northern border of your castle by nightfall. They brought a whole army, and you need to fortify or your kingdom will fall."

Talba's demeanor shifted immediately. "That can't be right. Vaulix is north. Storm is with him. He would never lose a battle, that's why I sent him."

Missa's heart was in her throat; she grabbed the rests of the chair as the news sunk in. She was a fee-loading mare, not a warrior. She wasn't prepared for battle, she didn't have any training with a sword. Furthermore, she wasn't willing to just stand by and watch others fight. A deep inner struggle toyed with her emotions as she felt her hunger dissipate. When she left her home city, she never imagined a war would actually break out. Her breaths were ragged as her focus was lost and she started staring into space.

Though he noticed Missa's reaction, Ceylon continued. "He lost. Casualties were low - all things considered, but they had to retreat, and now the Tehgolian army is trekking southbound along the foothills of the mountain. There's nothing Vaulix can do from the northern outpost."

"No, no. That's not right. Why would he retreat when the army was advancing? He's a healer, not a coward. There must have been some sort of plan for him. Tell me, when you say he restreated, do you mean he gave up, or he simply conceded defeat of the position?" Talba had gotten back up and was pacing back and forth in front of Missa, her claws tapping on the marble of the floor. She was rubbing her beak and stroking her mane back over her head and neck.

"I'm not entirely sure what you mean? Like, was his team run through or did they simply step aside and let the army through?" Ceylon kept walking towards them until he was at the bottom of the stairs beneath the thrones. "Because if that's what you're asking, then it's the second one. He fought for maybe an hour, then commanded his troops to retreat to the fort. Nothing after that. I know him not to be a coward, so does he have a plan?"

A smile curled at the edges of Talba's beak as she started to rumble and purr. "Indeed he does. This is perfect! We've got the Tehgolians right where we want them, boxed in between the mountains and the jungle!" She made a fist and hissed aggressively before turning back to look at Missa. "But you...might not want to be here."

"What do you mean? This is my kingdom, too! I'm not leaving the castle if a battle is coming! I want to fight!" She protested, almost whining. She had never been in combat, but wanted to prove herself a loyalist.

Ceylon paced up the first few steps to interrupt her. "No, Talba's right. You won't be any use here. The kingdom has plenty of guards, stallions and mares and avians and felines all trained in the art of combat. You would only risk yourself and offer nothing in return. You should leave the castle as soon as you can."

She whined and whinnied a bit as her mane fell over her face. "But I-"

"No, Missa. I don't want you to die. Vaulix has a plan, he's going to trick the army into a siege of the castle on our northern gates while he and his troops sneak up from behind him and flank him from the jungle. It's going to be a bloodbath and I really, really don't want you seeing my violent side. Well, my nonsexually violent side. Might scare you." Talba reached out to offer Missa a hand up.

After one last neigh of refusal, Missaria snorted and took Talba's hand, begrudgingly getting to her hooves and accepting that it was time to go. Even before breakfast. "So what do I do? Round up my caravan and get them to cart me back home?"

"That's certainly an option, but I was thinking something faster, something to get you farther away and in a much, much safer location. If the army has scouts on the roads, they might ambush any caravans leaving the castle. No, I insist on an aerial trip out." Talba looked over to Ceylon and offered a simple, knowing nod. "Think you can handle that, Cey?"

The gryphon nodded, a solemn look on his face. "I'd be honored to care for your guest of honor. Come, Missa, we have to go. Can you ride?" He continued up the stairs until he was on the plateau next to her, his flank exposed to both of them.

Missa had to glance over to Talba before being granted permission to mount the gryphon. She wasn't entirely sure she actually wanted to leave, but the situation seemed dire and she knew that the Queen certainly wouldn't allow her to not leave. It was safer, and she needed to be alive to mate another day, so she lowered her shoulders and shook her head. "Yeah, I can ride. Not much for flying, though, so be gentle."

Ceylon glanced at Missa, then over to Talba. He shrugged his shoulder then looked back at Missa. "Well there's no such thing as being gentle when taking wing, but get on, The sooner we leave, the better."

"No problem." She turned to give Talba a big hug before grabbing Ceylon on his neck feathers and lifting her leg over his back. It was quite awkward for her because of her dress and his wing shoulders, but she made it work by sliding her legs to his side and cradling his neck. "Is this good?"

The gryphon spread his wings, stretching them and wiggling around before finally folding both up against his flanks, trapping her calves and hooves. "Yeah, should be good enough to fly. Come on, hold on tight. And Talba, wish us luck." He leaned in and hopped up onto his hind legs to rub his beak to Talba's before turning around and bounding down the stairs in one lunge.

Missaria had to lean down and wrap her arms around his neck as his whole body tensed and kicked off the stone and red carpet in brisk paces. She could barely see as the castle walls and doors zipped by her. Once out in the courtyard between the castle and the wall gates, she got to look up into the clear blue skies before Ceylon turned his head to look back at her.

"You better hold on tight, seriously."

"Yeah, you told me that before." She answered, her snout still buried in his plumage.

"I mean it. At least for the ascent. Once we get to cruising altitude, you can sit up and glide, but in the mean time it's going to be violent, rough, and jerky. So hold on." Before she had time to respond, he tensed his muscles to leap into the sky, wings spread to catch the slightest updraft. He flapped twice, reached the edge of the castle walls to kick off it and turn around before flapping again. They were already at third story height when he banked sharply to catch a thermal.

The mare could barely make out what was happening around her; everything was a blur that zipped by her. As the gryphon's form tensed and flapped, she found the sudden ascent to be quite dizzying. Her head started to feel light and her grip weakened, so she whinnied and held on as tight as she could for as long as she could, eyes closed and legs tensed up to grip at the underside of his wings. Her inner thighs were quite powerful, so she had an impressive hold on the avian.

Despite her growing fatigue and dizziness Ceylon kept flapping and flapping. She could feel the weakness in his shoulders against his thighs pressing to hers; if the height and fear of falling wasn't so mortifying, his feathers rubbing against her would have been pleasant under her mini skirt. Still, she held on. Her head felt like it was floating in the clouds and her body felt weak from the tense position she was in, so the ascent felt like it took forever.

Then, out of nowhere, Ceylon's body stopped moving. His wings parted and remained spread wide as his neck relaxed and his body tucked itself in tight against itself for better aerodynamics. Though everything was calm, the wind still whipped at her mane and blew in her ears loud enough that she knew there would be no way she could speak to her mount. Still, the serenity allowed her the freedom and courage to open her eyes.

The view was utterly astonishing. Below her lie the great Ranzonian Jungle with the dots of villages and cities connected by a web of pathways, roads, and trade routes. Behind them both lie the massive black, gold, and red patch of land that was Castle Arrenthen and the surrounding metropolis. It was like reading a map, a living, breathing map. There were even clouds dotting her vision below them.

However, the thing that upset her was that she appeared to be heading west instead of east. Her home was along the eastern shore of Arrenthen, and Ceylon was flying west to the mountain range with the Triquatic Lakes. Naturally, she shouted out to her mount in protest, but the wind drowned her out to the point she couldn't hear herself, let alone speak to him.

She contemplated kicking his side to get an answer, but she wasn't cruel. Instead, she kept her chest laid to his back and nuzzled into his plumage as the mountains slowly came to her and the ground shifted below.

Alone with her thoughts, she finally started to worry about the fate of her host. Talba was a good friend of hers and had been for many years, but Arrenthen had been in a state of peace for much of that time. Missaria hadn't really thought much about the concept of losing anyone to armed conflict. What if she returned and the castle had been under siege? What if the queen and king both were taken hostage? What if they were tortured?

Missaria had to shake those thoughts from her mind as she clutched tight to Ceylon's neck. The thought of her friends in pain brought her emotional discomfort that she wasn't prepared to deal with. Instead, she focused her thoughts to wondering just why Ceylon was flying to the mountains that served as a border between Tehgol and Arrenthen. If the nations were on the cusp of all out war - nay, had just initiated it - then that was quite possibly the worst place they could go. He was dipping and diving, catching each breeze as he went while occasionally flapping to keep aloft. Though Missaria was no pudgy mare, she was still equine, and as such her muscle and bone mass was quite heavy compared to the feather-lite form of the Gryphon.

She managed to lift her head up enough to watch as they crested over mountains to show the plateau that was nestled in the range. Inside that plateau, a great lake that filled up most of the basin and drained into the other two of the Triquatic lakes. It would have been a wonderful place to vacation if not for the astoundingly difficult trek one would need to take in order to get there.

Yet, as they glided over the snow-capped peaks of the mountain, she could see what seemed like a tiny village on the shore of the lake. Five little huts, each with paths and a dock leading out to what looked like another hut on stilts. Someone lived here.

Though curious, she still couldn't ask questions due to the wind whipping her mane and blowing in her folded back ears.

Ceylon dipped one of his wings to bank around, angling beak towards the sloped summit of the mountain. The two of them picked up speed as Missa pressed herself tight to his back, neck, and shoulders.

They dove to the ground, his belly just meters above the treetops that lined the foothills of the mountain, as they made their way directly towards the huts that lined the shore of the lake. That only further made her curious, as now it was clear the gryphon was guiding them to that spot. What was there? Why did he know of this place? Sure, the answers were clear at this point but that didn't stop her from wondering.

The little village zoomed into them as Ceylon glided out over the lake, banking wide and returning to the sandy shores so he could flutter-flap his way to a smoothe landing.

Immediately, Missa rolled off his back and hobbled a few feet away before falling to her knees in the grass. Though she had quite an unpleasant time during the ascent, she had been fine when at cruising speed. However, the diving and landing had thrown her equilibrium off balance and she felt like she was going to throw up for a moment. To combat the nausea, she was taking long, deep breaths as she focused on a little blue flower in front of her.

"Are you alright? I know I was a little aggressive with my flight. Needed to get out of town as soon as we could to ensure you weren't caught up in the cross-fire."

She raised a hand as she gulped down what she thought was going to be a gag, then took in another deep breath. "I am fine. Will be fine. Whatever. Just..." she paused again as another nauseous lurch came to her. "...Just please tell me why we are here. This is not my home town, why are we in the mountains?"

Ceylon shook his body off and outstretched his wings before folding them back up and walking around so he could see Missa's face and look her in the eyes. "This is Talba's personal resort. Safest place in the central continent. Virtually nobody visits here, ever, aside from her and a select group of friends. You will be safe here, we promise."

"Sure, that sounds great and all, but aren't we right on the border of the nation that attacked? Doesn't this actually put us at risk?" She closed her eyes and enjoyed another few deep breaths before feeling well enough to get to her feet.

"Though logically, that sounds right, it couldn't be farther from the truth. See, we are on the border, and the shore opposite us is in Tehgol, the only way to invade is to do so by ship. Nobody is going to haul a ship this high into the mountains. Some of them can fly, but then it doesn't matter. Nobody attempts an invasion over a tall, tricky mountain range. It's just not a viable option, especially when the kingdom's castle and capitol is in the foothills just to the east of us. The armored, well-guarded capitol. Would be a slaughter, one by one."

She raised a hand to cut him off half way through his tirade, but he kept talking. When he finished, she spoke. "I get it, we're safe. So what is it that is happening down in the castle? Is Talba going to be alright?"

Ceylon chuckled heartily before coughing and wiping his beak nonchalantly. "Yeah, she's going to be just fine. Vaulix has tricked the invading army into a pincer attack. They won't stand a chance when they get to the northern walls of the city. Not to mention Vaulix was a healer before marrying into royalty, so even the injured ones of his squadron are probably fine now. No losses unless their heads were cleaved from their shoulders or their hearts were punctured."

Missaria squinted and brushed her mane back from her face. "So why are we here if Talba's not worried about the safety of her people? I could be hanging with fashion designers and armor crafters right now, chowing down on a breakfast sausage bun. I could be pampered like royalty, but now I'm stuck here literally in the middle of nowhere with a gryphon I don't even know. You better be good company." She demanded as she pressed a single finger to his beak.

He pulled back and jokingly snapped at her finger before flicking his ear and sitting back on his haunches. "Well, I'm a blast, but I'm not necessarily sure I'm your kind of fun. Honestly, I just like relaxing on the beach in solitude." He turned and swished his tail at the mare, its prehensile tip wrapping around her wrist to tug her along. "Come with me, I'll show you to the guest room. We can also get you some food for when you're hungry."

She rolled her eyes and kept pace behind him. "I'm sure I'll find a way to make you fun." She assured, even though it sounded more like a playful threat.

"I'm plenty fun, when we're not at threat of battle. Anyway, there are five buildings plus the hut over the lake. This one here, the smallest one. Outhouse. I'm sure you know fairly well what that one does. No need to explain." He leaned over and slapped the wooden shack wall of it to accent it. That one was the only wooden walled building aside from the one over the lake. The others were all brick and stone, with ornate roofs and chimneys.

"No, you should totally tell me what an outhouse does. Never seen one before in my life." She groaned with an air of sarcasm.

Ceylon turned and twitched his eye. "It's the bathroom. You poop there. Anyway, carrying on, this one here is the library. Thousands of books. You will never be bored there. The other two on either side of it are the personal beds. Three rooms per building. Finally, up against the shoreline is the lodge for recreation. Nice little settlement. Perfect for solitude." He hopped forward along the wooden pathway to the docks, where he was able to open the door to the lodge.

Since there really wasn't anything else to do, Missa followed. When inside, she was impressed to see just how pretty and homely the lodge was. Cherry-stained oak for walls and pillars, two stories tall inside with a balcony lining the second floor. Kitchen to one side, a dozen unique seats in an open area with wall-spanning bay windows overlooking the lake and beaches. Truly beautiful.

"I knew you'd come around once you saw what we had here. Only problem is the relative lack of food. Some canned goods, honey, and dried fruits in the cellar, but mostly free of fresh food. There are some apple trees nearby - a whole orchard in the foothills of the mountain - but I can't hunt for you. Highly doubt you eat rabbit." Ceylon was pacing in the lodge, glancing over at Missa every few seconds to make sure she was listening.

In fact, she was listening intently, but she was also somewhat distracted by the room. Everything was practically perfect to her, even the ceiling was incredibly tall - meant to accommodate the three meter tall Talba. Seemed all of the queen's entourage were quite huge. Ilorek, Ceylon, Vaulix, Talba, Satsierra, and Leera were all friends of hers and all massive beasts the size of monsters. Though Missa had only met Vaulix, Ceylon, and Ilorek, she knew them all to be quite large and had heard of the others in passing.

"So? Would you like me to stap on a saddle-bag and get you some apples?" Ceylon offered with a bit more force.

Missa shook out of her daze and nodded. "I would like that, but not right now. You said there's some dried fruit in the cellar, right? That should be enough to last me the day. We can get apples later." Every step she took had her hooves clopping on the carpeted wood floor, echoing in the lodge.

But Ceylon had to correct her. "No, not us. Me. You have to stay here in the settlement. The orchard is a fifteen minute flight from here, easily a few hours worth of walking. I wouldn't expect you to do that for a bushel of apples, and I'm too lazy to fly you there, so I can just go myself. Tell you what, I'll let you get acquainted with the lodge, and I'll go get some apples for ya, okay?" HE turned to leave the room when Missa grabbed at him and gave him a hug.

"No, you should stay. I don't want to be lonely. Or, you know, we can walk. I'm a mare, we walk a lot. No big deal." Her arms were wrapped tight around his neck as she nuzzled into his chest plumage. "Actually, just stay, okay? You took me from Talba and now I am worried about her, you can't leave me alone."

Ceylon stopped in his tracks before softening up; he curled his neck around to run his beak through her mane, preening and cooing at her. "I won't leave you, but we do have to eat, so I will have to go some time. For now, I can stay here." A deep rumble started to reverberate through his chest against hers, his beak combing up and down her mane before prodding at her shoulders.

"Mmh, that feels nice. Are you...preening me?" She asked as she leaned into his beak.

Rather than just answer, Ceylon pulled away and lifted his head high. "I was, yes. We gryphons tend to preen, and I enjoy doing it. Makes people happy, as long as you're clean. Nothing worse than smelly, oily hair or feathers gumming up my beak." He clicked himself before leaning into her and idly prodding at her side again.

She giggled and hopped away. "Hey, you be nice! I won't tolerate you stabbing me with that weapon of yours!" She smiled and grinned before bounding back towards the open door. "Come on, it's a beautiful day out, let's go for a walk." With that, she disappeared out the side of the lodge to entice him to follow.

Ceylon rolled his eyes and trotted out after her to meet the mare on the walkway that connected all the buildings and the docks that led to the shack over the water. "It is nice out, yeah. Tell me, what did you have in mind? Where do you want to go?"

Missaria swung her arms back and forth as she clopped her way down the path. "Well, you said it's a few hours' walk to the orchard. Let's go there, shall we?"

"You serious? You just said that you were fine with the dried fruit."

"And at that time I meant it, but who knows what I'll feel later? Things change, you know." She assured him with a nicker. "Who knows what I'll desire in an hour! Let's go!" She turned and skipped down the pathway, eventually stopping at the end before the turn to the outhouse. "Actually, what direction is the orchard?"

The gryphon kept pace behind her, occasionally bobbing his head in amusement before tilting to the side. "Westbound. Southwest from here. Lots of plains and meadow. You sure you can walk it? I don't intend to carry you when you get tired. Fair warning." Though his words were stern, his tone was facetious.

"I will be fiiiiiiine! I promise!" She slapped her thighs just under the rim of her skirt. "See these legs? They were made for walkin'. You got wings, you fly. I got hooves, I walk. Just how we mares are. You can either keep up or hope I don't get lost! Come on!" She snapped her fingers and trotted out into the grassland that surrounded the settlement. As she walked, she held her hands out wide to brush the tops of the grasses and flowers, golden mane flowing in the morning sun.

Ceylon kept behind her to keep an eye on her, but he also found his eyes sliding down to catch a glimpse of her shapely rump every time a blade of grass lifted her skirt from between her legs. Luckily for him, his eyes were more keen than hers so she didn't notice when she glanced back.

The two of them both made their way through the green and purple plains of the plateau, playfully teasing one another every step of the way. Missa still felt a little nervous about the situation back at Castle Arrenthen, but was very good at hiding it underneath her eternally chipper demeanor. She tried to race him, and she was winning until he spread his wings and flew to the tree they were racing to. She picked a few of the flowers, ate some of the grass as a snack, and had to hide to relieve herself, cracking jokes the entire time.

They weren't even half way to the orchard, according to Ceylon, when she leaned into him as they walked. "You know, Ceylon, you took me away from Talba and her box of toys. I'm in heat, and pretty needy, as far as estrus goes." Her tone indicated this statement was more than just a subtle conversation starter. She gave the flutter-eyes and brushed her mane back away from her face.

"Good for you. I'm sure you could find a tree to rub your butt on, like a wild mare." He kept a stern look as they both kept walking forward.

"But a tree doesn't push back. I bet you would." She smacked him on the rump, making his entire lower body tense up and kick off the ground, his wings nearly knocking her over as he did a quick flip in midair before landing opposite her, staring her in her eyes. His blue irises glistened against the midday sun against her intense emerald eyes. "Is that a no?" She cocked her head to the side and flicked her ears.

Ceylon stirred a bit on his hind paws before shaking his head free of his naughty thoughts. "Well, it's not a no, but it's not a yes either. You can't just come out with something like that and expect a positive response." His tail lowered to the ground, the base of it resting between his rump cheeks to protect his jewels in case of another smack.

"Since when? You're a drake. I'm a mare. Not a lot of guys willingly turn down free sex." She stepped toward him, a sly grin pulling on her lips as she caressed his neck and shoulder. "Besides, we're all the way up here in the mountains, away from everyone else. You can't tell me you don't want to." As she finished, she turned and lifted her tail underneath the skirt, giving him a good clear view of her peachy moist lips. She twitched her rump muscles and offered a feral wink of her clit to accentuate her invitation.

He gulped heavily and whimpered a bit as a deep rumble started bubbling up in his chest. "You can't do this to me, Missa." He warned, taking an aggressive step forward.

"Why not? Can the noble gryphon not contain himself when in the presence of an estrus mare?" She teased as she swayed her hips, the long flowing hair of her tail swishing back and forth to blow her scent at him. "Not that I'd mind. Your queen there put me in quite a mood and now I have to be satisfied or I'll be bitchy all week. Nobody wants that, right?" She looked back over her shoulder and cupped her breast, peeling the dress' top down to expose herself.

Ceylon took another aggressive step forward, extending his talon to her back to hook his claw in the zipper of her dress, slyly pulling it down. Half way, he stopped and shook his head, turning from her and growling to himself.

"Oh, don't be shy, drake. No need for that." She stood up tall and walked over to him to nuzzle at his neck, arms caressing his plumage and shoulders. As she ran her fingers through his feathers and fur, she sidestepped so that she could massage under his wing and down his flank. She nickered in approval when he instinctively lifted his wing for her. "See? This is a lot more fun than being coy and shy. Just, relax, appreciate the solitude you say you enjoy so much!"

He leaned back and used his beak to grab at the zipper, pulling it down the rest of the way, allowing the dress to fall around Missa's ankles. A deep rumbling purr emanated from his chest and neck as he tensed up his wings and lifted his tail. He glared back at her with a grin curling the edges of his beak. "Well, if you insist." He growled playfully, his back arching gently against her touch.

Missa walked her fingers and palm around his flank, tips sliding downward through his fur to caress his belly and fondle the wrinkled flesh of his sheath. She gasped gently as she gave its moist flesh a rub. "You're excited, aren't you?" She whispered to herself before getting down to one knee, cradling his heavy cock tip in her palm. Of course, she had to be gentle, since his barbs kept catching on her digits.

"Careful there." Ceylon purred as he bucked his hips, sheath peeling back to expose more of his ridged length. He kept one front talon up as he glanced back, watching Missa as she fondled, cradled, and teased him.

"I solemnly swear I have no intention of being careful." She moaned as she looked back at him, once again brushing her mane away from her face. Her emerald eyes twinkled as she nuzzled up into the gryphon's side, her hand never leaving the sweaty bulge of his sheath. There was a deep, powerful musky scent emanating from between his hind legs, a remnant of the exhaustive flight they took to get up in the mountain plateau, and that further excited the mare. "In fact, I intend to be quite rough."

Ceylon paused a moment to glance in the distance, hind legs spread for Missa as a sort of instinctive reaction to her touch. However, he shook himself of his thoughts of dominance and stepped away, folding his wings back up to his side. "Not sure this is a good idea." He cautioned as he relaxed his pelvic muscles, allowing his member to slide back into his sheath.

Missa remained on her knee, glancing over at him with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't say I expected it to be a good idea, but that doesn't stop it from being fun. Come on, don't leave me needy." She whinnied and crawled towards him on all fours in the grass, bobbing her head like a feral.

An awkward pause overcame the gryphon as he pulled away from her, but those emerald eyes of hers were too gorgeous to resist. After taking in a few breaths and closing his eyes to think, he grinned and pushed into her, his chest pressed to her shoulders as his front talon grabbed her by the side and rolled her onto her back. He hopped over her and stood tall, looking down at her powerful but lithe form. "If you're absolutely sure..." He trailed off, slowly stepping back and bowing down low, beak nearly touching the ground between her ankles.

She could feel the warm gust of his breath tickling her inner thighs, which coaxed a gentle whimper out of her followed by a playful giggle. "Don't tease me, drake." She insisted, slowly spreading her legs to expose her glistening, peachy vulva.

He chirped a bit before stepping forward with one talon on her upper leg, beak nuzzling her inner thigh and heavy breaths further moistening her nethers. He clicked his beak and used the hooked tip to preen the fine hairs on her leg and belly, deliberately avoiding the soft flesh of her vulva, choosing only to occasionally exhale on it. A tease; such a colossal tease.

"Don't you dare..." She gasped, reaching down to grab at the feathers on his cheek. Her fingers gripped hard and yanked his beak to her pussy, forcing the rim of it to press against her flesh, parting lips and soaking him. Her tail flipped up between her legs to idly tickle at his chest and neck as she started grinding her hips against his face, other hand pressed to her chest to massage her own breast.

Ceylon huffed in defeat, smiling as he leaned in and gave her tender flesh a nuzzle, rim of his beak gently sliding back and forth across her clit. Every tiny motion of his neck had her twitch and gasp against him, further urging her to grind down against his beak. Though he tried his best to hold off and tease, the powerful scent of estrus mare was right before his nares, inundating him to her heat. Hungry for more, he angled his head down to slip his lower beak into her, parting her lips and prodding at her depths with his silky snake-like tongue.

Her breaths quickly became ragged and stuttered with whimpers as she let go of his cheek feathers and instead spread her arms to either side, grasping at the grasses and dirt.

"You like that, huh?" Ceylon teased in between darts of his tongue lapping at her nectar.

She brought her head up to glare at him. "Don't talk, just lick." Her command was simple but effective. Once she was sure he was returning to her lips for a kiss, she laid her head back and nickered gently as she brought her knees up and arched her back to push into his eager beak.

Though he was a little put off by her telling him to shut up, Ceylon purred and kept at her depths, shifting his talons around to grip at her lower belly and hips, his thumb claws prodding at either of her lips. He was quite gentle, careful not to puncture the peachy skin of her vulva as he opened her up, exposing her clit and inner lips at the same time, swollen cherry pink depths throbbing with each heartbeat. Eager to please, he leaned in and rubbed the ridge of his beak to her equine clitoris as he slid his tongue into her, the thick tapered length of it prodding at her upper wall to massage her G-spot.

Missa kept grinding down against him with every motion, her pelvic walls collapsing and squeezing around his tendril-like tongue while her vulva pursed out with a wink of her clit. The liquid of her pleasure spurted out against the top of the gryphon's beak, soaking him to the nares and dribbling down either side to trickle into his mouth.

Ceylon licked his beak clean of the mess she'd made, noting its intensely sweet-yet-bitter flavor before returning to her quivering walls. Before he could really coax a proper climax from her, she abruptly shifted her body and pulled out from under him to be on all fours, tail lifted as she glanced back over her shoulder.

Naturally, he couldn't resist such a delightful invitation. He leaned into her and nuzzled under her tail, the moisture of her mess on his beak further soaking her pucker. However, when he touched that part of her, she lowered her tail and grunted against him.

"No, not there. Not today. Maybe another day." Her sentences were brisk, interrupted by the most gloriously devious thoughts and desires. She leaned into him and arched her back, lifting her tail to reveal her winking clitoris and another thin stream of creamy mare ejaculate between her hind legs.

"You know, I'm not entirely sure how this will work." Ceylon cautioned, yet still brought his front talon up to wrap around her shapely rump. His claws dug into her hair and skin to hold her in place as he shuffled closer. "You're not tall enough for me to mount." It was true, her rump barely came up to his knees, even the top of her raised tail barely scraped his belly fur and feathers.

In response, she shuffled her hind end and got to her hooves, rump up high in the air and tail curled up over her back as Ceylon held tight to her hip. "Better?" She asked, legs spread to give perfect access to the gryphon. Even still, she was barely high enough.

He grunted and bucked his hips a bit like a needy stallion, the arch in his spine peeling the sheath back to expose the length of his member. The weight of it had its tip swaying between his hind legs, occasionally stabbing his inner thighs with the many barbs that lined his tip. With a tensing of his pelvic muscles, he lifted his member to aim between her cheeks and he gave a powerful thrust, stabbing her peachy lips, missing to the side and poking her rump instead.

She grunted and tried to sway her hips in order to catch his member, but found in time that his aim just wasn't that great with their difference in sizes. Rather than eagerly and meekly wait like a normal mare for her stallion to find her depths, she reached down between her legs to help him out. Her palm found his cock tip and she helped guide him to her tender opening, funneling the tapered tip to her eager flesh.

Despite both wanting and needing his affection, she wasn't quite ready for the intensity of the dozens of barbs lining his cock tip. A series of tiny needle-points caught in her quivering flesh and tickled her from within, intensifying as her pleasure hit a plateau and she squeezed her pelvic muscles to hold him snug. She nickered and lowered her head, allowing her golden mane to completely cover her face, which hid the wince of pain that accompanied her pleasure.

Alternatively, Ceylon had no reservations once he felt her hot flesh swallow his cock tip. Once he felt her warmth smothering him, he bucked his hips violently to stab deep at her womb, cock tensing and splaying his barbs out to catch on her cervix. Once lodged in, he couldn't do much in the way of thrusting so he cooed gently and proceeded to gently grind his hips against hers. His knot was pressing to her lips, clit winking against the bulge of his lobes.

She threw her head back to toss her mane to the side, glaring up at him with her piercing emerald eyes. "Hey, listen here, if you're gonna mate me, then you better do it right! Don't go meek on me! Mount me like a stallion!" She commanded, leaning back into him to feel his knot parting her lips and stretching her sex wide, coaxing a whinny followed by a series of deep guttural grunts. She wanted it all, even if there was quite a discomfort knowing that he was at the limits of her depths.

He was a bit hesitant, but knew that if he didn't do as he was told she'd be disappointed. It helped that he was pent up from all the talk of war and conflict, so it had been a while since he'd mated with anyone - let alone an estrus mare who so desperately wanted him. The gryphon drake pressed his talon down to her upper back, pinning chest to the grass as he arched his back and unfolded his wings, a powerful thrust forcing his knot into her with a squishy popping sound followed by the wetness of her squirting all over his balls and inner thighs.

The powerful rush of climax squeezed him tight around the base of his knot, pulling his member and holding him tightly. Her lips pinched and clit winked, a single spurt of her fluid squirting against his furred balls. To his surprise, he could feel her fingers exploring around the tip of his sheath, massaging the bulging lobes of his knot, her distended lips, and the pressed out clit that twitched at every touch. That extra sensation made him grunt and growl at her, cock pulsing and shooting her womb full of his slimy precum.

Missaria's fingers curled into the grass as she stomped at the ground, her hoof forming a semicircle impression in the dirt. Her tail was hiked up as high as it would go, the muscles in her back pulling it up over her rump while also squeezing his knot. Due to her awkward position, she stumbled a bit to fall forward, the tie of his lobes keeping her from falling to her belly, bulge tugging on her stretched lips. "Hnghph!" She grunted, biting her lower lip to hide another pleasured nicker. She squirmed and wriggled out from under his talon, grabbing his wrist with both hands to slowly pull herself up.

Ceylon shifted as well, his back arched high and wings spread wide. He gave a powerful thrust into her - barbed tip stabbing at her cervix but not penetrating into her womb - with enough force to slam her shoulders against the elbows of his front talons. He dug his claws into the dirt for balance, unearthing much of the roots of the tall grass around him. His growling dissipated into a gentle trilling hoot as her depths tugged and squeezed.

His beak clenched shut as he tried to speak to her, but found he could only communicate in whimpering grunts. "Hnph, cuuu!?" His tail started to flick and tightly sway in wavelike patterns up and down, then side to side before his balls tensed and pulled close to his body, a series of powerful streams erupting into her womb.

She let out a long, drawn out grunt followed by a feral nicker as she pulled away from his member. Her walls felt sore and tender, stretched and hot; yet, despite feeling used, her lips wouldn't let go. As she tugged, she could feel her peachy flesh distending and pulling out, the swelling girth of his knot pressing out against her walls. It was growing, and getting increasingly uncomfortable so she was doing her best to pull it from her sex.

Problem was, it wasn't coming out. That knot was tied deep into her, the gryphon's seed filling her with a hot stickiness she had longed for. The tentacle beast was wonderful for her, and Talba's attention to the apparatuses she had was divine, but few compared to a knot. Only the flare of a stallion was as satisfying.

To her surprise, she felt Ceylon tugging back, his hind end dipping to the side as he pulled her down onto the ground. The gryphon laid flat on his side with Missa sitting on his belly, knot still lodged inside her and cock still spewing spurt after spurt of seed into her depths. She whimpered and did her best to adjust so that she was comfortable, but found that there was little she could to to alleviate the pressure of his throbbing lobes.

"Relax, dear. You won't be going anywhere for a while." Ceylon assured her as he brought his front talons to her side, gently tickling her flank and hip. His thumb claw pressed against the bulge in her lower abdomen to play with the jewelry she had in her bellybutton. "I never noticed this before. Matches your eyes." He stopped to twitch his hindquarters, grunting as another shot of cum slid into her.

She squinted at him as his knot shifted inside her, the inflating sensation of his semen filling her sex making her squirm in delight. She wanted to pull off him, to have that massive knot pop out and spew his seed everywhere, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. Made it even worse knowing that his gryphon seed could, in theory, impregnate her with a hippogryph. The sudden realization of potential offspring made her panic a bit, eyes going wide.

"Are you going to be okay? Are you uncomfortable?" Ceylon asked, his fingers trailing down the cylindrical bulge in her belly, another grunting tension spewing a wad of his seed into her. His wings were spread out wide for balance as she straddled his hips, pulling against his member.

The mare could feel his lobes throbbing against her tender flesh, the bulge of knot still tugging on her peachy swollen lips. The pressure was immense and building with every ejaculation. Her panic was making her push off against the ground even harder, but eventually she just shrugged and accepted that if his seed was to reach her fertile depths, it wouldn't make a difference now. Defeated, she squatted down on his belly and grinded against his sheath, hands on his chest for balance as she whipped her head back to clear her mane from her face. "Yeah, I'm real good." She assured him, still gyrating her hips to have his barbed tip rub against the rim of her cervix.

Ceylon's entire torso was rumbling as he purred, his throat visibly vibrating as he smiled up at her. "Glad to hear it. Just, relax for a bit. The knot will come out when it's ready to come out, just enjoy it for now." He pushed up against her as she kept gyrating her hips, the throbbing of his girth splaying out his barbs to tickle and catch her sex.

She collapsed onto his belly, heart beating rapidly against his heaving chest. His beak was agape and gasping intermittently as the two enjoyed the closeness for a few moments. He brought his talon up to stroke her mane, scritching its way down her neck to give her shoulder a massage. She brushed her locks back over her ear and looked him in the eye, chin resting on his chest.

"So how long are we talkin' here? I'm starting to get hungry, you know." She winked and smiled to show she wasn't meaning to be rude or hurried while still indicating she was in fact hungry. She sucked in her belly a bit to have her abdominal wall form a bulge around his cock in her, the tip poking out just above her bellybutton.

Ceylon trailed his fingers down her back to end by cupping both her rump cheeks in either palm. "At the rate you're coaxing see from me, maybe another minute or so?" He leaned in, arching his neck to use his beak to preen her mane amidst a gentle nuzzle of her cheek.

The mare pressed both her palms to his chest to sit back up, a sly grin curling at her lips. She winked and pushed her hips to his a bit before leaning back and wrapping her arm around his raised knee. "Really now? So should I, you know, push a bit?" She lifted both legs and positioned them on either side of his body to push against the ground, pulling as hard as she could. Her lips stretched and extended from her sex before popping off the knot in one quick jerking motion. She let out a quick, pained gasp before immediately sitting down hard on him.

His knot remained pulsing and throbbing against her lips, the shaft of it still buried deep in her pussy. Her walls were contracting tight around it, keeping any of his seed from leaking out and making a mess between them. Still, she kept grinding her hips to use his cock to literally stir her loins. The girth of the knot pressed against her opening kept her plugged as she clenched as tight as she could, slowly pulling off, relishing every ridge, every snag of his barbs, and every subtle shift of his seed sloshing around inside her.

His breaths grew ragged as the final caress of his length gradually left him cold, her tender flesh holding him snug as she shifted and re-adjusted herself. "Aw, I didn't want to be done yet! Knots can last for hours!"

She winked at him and brought her hoof up to his inner thigh, pushing harder as the barbs caught on the flesh just inside her peachy lips. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet." She whimpered a bit at the pain before relaxing her muscles, allowing a flow of seed to rush out of her and onto him, cascading over his cock and soaking his belly.