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Chiryn rolled his eyes in exasperation, unhappy with the circumstances that put him in this position. He was in a carriage with two royal guards, heading north on the Unified Jungle Highway from the Capitol to the Gryphon tribe to negotiate with Chief Storm. As it turned out, the Chief's gryphon tribe was having something of a spat with the equine tribe along the northern plains beyond the vast Rainforest over some temple being desecrated. The equine nomads had spent a week in an old temple to get out of a particularly bad storm, which had offended the gryphon people who had considered the temple sacred.

Neither party was particularly wrong in their actions, at least until Storm sent a squad of warriors to the nomadic herd to 'send a message'. That's when Chiryn was deployed to take care of the situation.

"I don't know why the queen sent me out to deal with this. Shouldn't Vaulix or Melvar or someone handle Storm? Look at me, what am I going to do? Hump his leg?" He was of course referring to his diminutive stature. At a mere 135cm tall, he was dwarfed compared to the two equine royal guards and Chief Storm - all of which were between two and a half and three meters tall.

Tiwali whinnied a bit as she smiled at him. The monstrous mare was fully equipped with a set of simple yet shiny armor that covered her from shoulders to hooves as well as a sword and shield. "It's probably your great personality. Or maybe it's partly because you have a history with the Chief and she thinks you would be the best to send?"

"It could be that, I suppose." Chiryn sighed, resting his chin against his hands as the cart rumbled over the well-kept road. "But if things go sour, what am I supposed to do? Run?"

Gyuff poked at Chiryn's chin with the butt of his lance. "That's what we're for! Besides, if Melvar was sent, he would likely just threaten everyone until a fight broke out. You're a pacifist, so that shows much greater good will and shows that the King and Queen have no interest in escalating this. Whatever the case, you should really cheer up. Nobody can hurt someone who has unending optimism like you."

It was true. Chiryn was known for being chipper, happy, and positive without exception, and he would always go out of the way to help others as long as it didn't interfere with his own state of mind. As a fortunate and positive soul, he felt it was his job to spread that love; such optimism was difficult to maintain when on a mission to pacify a potentially dangerous chief in the north. Still, his travelling companions were right, nobody could resist his charms and only those dead inside could dare to harm him.

After a long while thinking to himself, he shook out of the daze and glanced out the side of the carriage. "So how much longer until we're there?"

Tiwali joined him at the side of the carriage. "Looks like another hour or so."

Before them lie the gryphon village, nestled into a great valley between two rolling hills. The west end was accented by a large temple that stabbed out almost as tall as the hills that cradled the settlement; it was overgrown with moss and vines, giving its yellow bricks a green tint. In the valley bed within the temple's shadow was an entire city made of a few hundred huts - each one a home for a family of felines - as well as a series of tall trees lining the sides that housed the avians. One exceptionally large tree stabbed into the sky above all the others, Storm's personal quarters.

Based on the distance away, Chiryn could tell their steeds would take about an hour to descend the hills and arrive at the village. "Well, I guess that's that. So did anyone read the dossier prepared by Vaulix?"

Gyuff nodded. "Yeah, said that we were not to antagonize the chief, that he was known for being volatile, and that we were to do the best to not offend him. Seems simple enough, if not for the fact that he raided a nomadic tribe of errove for the crime of seeking shelter in a storm."

"Yeah, that will be difficult, so we'll be leaving most of the talking to you, Chiryn." Tiwali added with a smirk. "So just make sure you cater to his ego and don't antagonize him."

"Yup, no antagonizing an aggressive gryphon no matter how fun it is to poke at him." Gyuff said, jutting his spear outward.

Before Chiryn could say anything else, the carriage came to an abrupt halt. There was no driver, as the Ulokar pulling them had been well trained enough to know what to do and were intelligent to make decisions on their own. Something was wrong.

Chiryn swung the door open and jumped out onto the dirt highway, scanning the dense jungle around them to figure out what had happened as Tiwali and Gyuff both exited the carriage from either side. At first there were no signs of anything out of the ordinary, just an empty road for a kilometer in either direction. "What's wrong, girl?" He asked as he walked over to the ulokar, patting her on the haunches. That was when he noticed that she was staring at something past the treeline. Chiryn tried to focus on it, only to have a shadow pass over him.

With only enough time to turn and look at the attacker, he saw a gryphon diving at him like a hunter catching prey, talons raked forward to catch Chiryn in the side of the head. Almost instantly, he was knocked out and flung across the road to land in the ditch between highway and treeline. The last thing he saw was a flash of a blade and shield as his two royal guard prepared to counter-attack their aggressor, but then he was out cold before he saw them in combat.

The following hours were all mixed up in Chiryn's mind, blended into one circular train of consciousness comprised of a mix of being flown in the air over the jungles and being dragged along a dirt path. Eventually, he regained consciousness to realize that he was staring at a chocolate brown ceiling above him. He was resting on a soft, comfortable pillow or cushion of some time.

Before his mind had fully gathered itself, a panic washed over him that convinced him he'd been buried in a coffin! Instantly, he jerked fully awake to realize that he wasn't in a a coffin, and he wasn't alone.

"Good afternoon, Chiryn." It was Princess Melodion Pangol. Storm's hippogryph mate and Queen Talba's oldest sister. She was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room from Chiryn with her legs crossed, wearing her tribal skirt and tank top. Her brown feathers and fur were well kept, far better than most in the Gryphon Village, the golden highlights of her flesh and beak polished to a sheen. "I hope you are well."

He rubbed his head and shifted so his feet were on the wooden floor. "Well, I don't know if I'm fine until I know what happened. I'm alive, so that's a good start. Care to tell me why a gryphon attacked me? Is that even what happened? And where are my guardsmen?" His head was throbbing, so much so that he didn't even bother with being polite.

"Your royal guard are both ... safe. But they are currently imprisoned by the temple." She explained, slowly getting to her hooves. As she walked over, a clopping noise echoed in the mostly-empty room. "I convinced the patrol squadron to bring you to me, instead of having you locked up, too."

Still confused and bordering on livid, Chiryn growled. "And why in the skies and land would your patrol squad attack two royal guards, both of which were clearly wearing the colors of the capitol? And furthermore, why would they attack me?" His voice was rising in volume, so he took a deep breath and curled his tail up around his waist for comfort, just like he did when he was young. After a few meditative breath cycles, he got to his feet and repeated himself in a controlled tone. "Please do tell me, why was I attacked, and why were the guards imprisoned?"

Melodi kept her pace towards Chiryn, every step swaying her hips and swishing her tail behind her. "You were travelling with horses. Right now that's punishable by imprisonment."

Chiryn found it difficult to contain his disdain. "What? No, no, neither you nor Chief Storm determine what is punishable by whatever and however. Only the king and queen have the rights to do that, and as an ambassador of the Capitol, I am telling you-"

"It doesn't matter what you tell me, hun. I know the rules, but I don't think Storm cares to follow them. Do you know what those gutless geldings did to become the target of our Chief? They desecrated a sacred tomb in one of the northern temples."

"So?" Chiren scoffed, eyes narrowed and tail squeezing around his waist tighter. "Then take it up in a diplomatic manner? As he report states, they were just spending the night to seek shelter in a particularly bad thunder storm. You would have done the same."

She nodded. "I suppose, but I wouldn't have destroyed valuable, priceless artifacts and left a mess of garbage and horse shit in their wake."

Chiryn had a retort, but he held it back as he imagined what the temple would look like littered in trash and neat little piles of feces lining the walls. Though he was usually the kind and relaxed type, even that made him a little frustrated. However, he soon shook his head clear and offered an alternative view. "Maybe it was needed? Maybe Storm is exaggerating? He isn't exactly known for being kind when others upset him."

Again, she nodded, taking another step so that she was standing directly before him, nearly twice his height. "You're not wrong, but he's also very respectful of his kind and he knows how important it is to stand up for one's honor. You haven't seen the temple, and neither have I."

"I don't need to, Melodi. I heard what he and a squadron of his avian warriors did to the herd. Regardless of what the errove may have done or what disrespect was bestowed upon your people, that was not acceptable and I need to find a way to ensure it doesn't happen again." Chiryn stood tall, chest out and tail slowly draping to the floor behind him. Though small physically, he knew he wasn't going to be a victim here.

She shrugged and turned away, tail up high as she took a few steps away. It was clear she was showing off her plot from rump to equine lips, but Chiryn wasn't paying attention to that. He was here for justice, for peace. "Perhaps, but the Chief needs to show his power, and he needs his people to know he fights for them no matter what the reason. It doesn't matter if it's over disrespecting a temple or violent uprising, he will always be there for his people. You've been dealing with the Queen long enough to know when a power-play is needed. You know when drastic measures must be taken to keep strong." She slid the doors open to reveal the rest of the village below them, for they were in Storm's personal quarters in the tallest tree.

Chiryn stepped up next to her to get a look at the people below. Thousands of avians and felines were milling about, many of which in the central hub that seemed to be comprised of merchants and vendors; a makeshift marketplace. Not far from Storm's personal tree home was the foot of the temple, and a few steps up Chiryn could see two bamboo cages each with a naked equine guard within them. Tiwali was in one, while Gyuff was in the other on either side of the main staircase that led to the temple's entrance near the summit.

"You really need to let them go before this gets bad, Melodi. The Queen will not tolerate her guardsmen being taken hostage like this regardless of the circumstances behind it. Let's just get some wine and discuss this like civil people, okay?" The panic cracked his voice, though he tried his best to hide it and maintain his composure. This was more serious than he initially thought.

Melodi knelt down next to Chiryn so that she was only a head taller than him instead of towering. She leaned in close, distracting him with the gentlest of nuzzles as she let her top slide down over her shoulders and arms. "I'm sure we can negotiate something, my dear."

Chiryn caught a look at her out of the corner of his eye. "What are you doing?"

"Just trying to open up negotiations." She said with a nonchalant shrug. "Why? Do you not appreciate it?" She leaned into him and slid her hand up between his legs, tickling the underside of his tail, his inner thighs, and the slit under his loincloth.

He had enough self control to not push her hand away, but he was still firm with her. "Now is not the time for that, Melodi." He paused as he felt her finger slip into him, lightly curling between his scaled lips. That was when he went to push her hand away, only to have her flex her muscle and resist him, forcing her fingers deeper to massage at his submerged length.

She leaned in close to rub her beak up against his cheek as she rolled her arm forward and back, slowly coaxing more of his member from its depths. "Why not? Think about it, Chiryn, how often do you get to be with a princess? And let's be honest, Storm is the only one you can really negotiate with, so why not have some fun while you wait? I know I could use a massage." As she spoke, she wrapped her fingers around his cock tip and gave a tug, eager to feel his length in her large hands.

Of course, Chiryn was not in the mood for fraternization, but found it really hard to not give in to her wiles. The touch of her hand warmed his member, and her light breath tickled at his ear in such a way he couldn't help but flick it and melt a bit for her. "W-well I suppose you're not wrong, I just-"

He was cut off as she leaned in and nibbled at his neck, her beak preening his fur and tugging ever so gently on his flesh. Her hand kept on his member while her other hand slid around his waist, picking him up with ease. She stepped back until she was at the massive pillow that Chiryn had woken on, then flopped back with him on her. "Then relax, for now. We'll deal with diplomacy when the time....cums...." She started using both her hands to caress Chiryn's chest, thighs, and loins.

Chiryn didn't feel right indulging in such pleasures at the moment, but he was subject to the same lapse in logic most males had when thoroughly coaxed by a wily female. He just couldn't help it. And besides, she was a princess, he considered it his job to keep her happy, like that was his diplomatic mission. His negotiation tactic.

In one quick motion, he untied his loin cloth, exposing his royal purple-fleshed member, the tip of it already drooling a slick concoction of precum and lubricant."If you say so." He chirped, his smile returning as a tiny pool of his mess soaked her belly.

She reached around him to untie her own skirt and slowly kick it off her lower region, leaving the garment in a pile on the floor next to the pillow. "Then why are you waiting, my dear? I could definitely use some fulfilling back-and-forth, if you get my drift." Her emerald eyes kept locked on him as she grabbed at his hips, grinding up against him while shuffling him back.

He could feel her winking equine pussy caressing the underside of his tail even before he ended up far enough back to see her folds beneath his member. Her slick chestnut flesh was accented by a slice of bright cherry pink, the exclamation at the end being the rhythmic pulses and winks of her mottled clit and the gentle flow of her lubricants that got squeezed out. Again, he felt a little hesitant to continue; not because she was the princess - after all, she was sister to the queen, and Chiryn knew how promiscuous she was - but because of the dire situation at hand. It took only a moment of hormone-addled thought to come to the conclusion that, as long as Storm was nowhere to be seen, no work would get done on negotiation, so he might as well enjoy himself.

Chiryn grabbed his member and shuffled back a bit, angling the tip down to slide between her lips, smearing their lubricants together. He offered a few gentle stirs, with his member gliding up and down her vast lips before plunging in to the hilt. Despite her being relatively cavernous to such a smaller partner, her flesh soft and tender, Chiryn was astounded at how well she clenched down on him; it felt tight, like he was mating with a virgin!

"See?" She asked with a sly grin. "Told you there's no problem enjoying yourself a bit. You're a good boy, take your reward." She grabbed at his hips and squeezed, forcing him in as deep as he would go, their pelvic regions mashed together.

A surge of pleasure shot up his spine as she winked, her pussy walls clenching around his member and clitoris massaging his lower belly. Maybe it was the hesitation he felt about the circumstances, or maybe it was his default setting to please others before himself, but he felt like his cock wasn't enough for this tribal beauty. After offering her a few grinds, he pulled out with a wet squelch before crawling back on the bed.

"What have you got in mind?" Melodi asked as Chiryn put himself in position between her legs. His tail curled up and wrapped around her calf for balance as he leaned into her, one hand balled into a fist to plunge elbow deep into her. "O-ohh..." She trilled, feathers standing on end. "Go on."

He nodded and grinned, lightly pumping his fist in and out of her, relishing every twitch and clench of her muscles around his forearm. Even then, he felt like he wasn't doing enough to please her, so he pressed his fingers against himself and slowly forced a second fist into her. The grooves in between his arms created a bit of an air passage, resulting in every wink and relaxation of hers emanating a deep, juicy, guttural squelch that spattered mess all over his chest.

"Is this to your liking, Princess?" He asked, slowly leaning in to wrap his lips around that massive clit of hers.

Before his lips could touch hers, a powerful flapping could be heard outside, followed by the sound of a heavy-bodied avian landing just outside the room on the deck.

In a split second, Chiryn yanked his fists out of Melodi, leaving her with a bit of a gape followed by a glorious squelch as she winked and closed her cavernous pussy off. He turned to face the door, ready to deal with the consequences. His face went pale and his adrenaline surged as Chief Storm stepped into the room, arms crossed over his chest and staff in hand. Chiryn was still naked, but his member was already limp and being sucked back up into his slit, his arms covered in the slick juices of the chief's mate. He had no chance of hiding that.

To Chiryn's surprise, Storm's reaction wasn't of rage or aggression, but amusement. "I see you're keeping our guest busy in my absence." He observed with a chuckle.

"Indeed I am, my Chief. Hope you don't mind, I made a bit of a mess. He's such a cute little guy, I couldn't help it." She rolled onto her side, one leg up to show off the soaked mess that she and Chiryn had left on that chestnut colored flesh of hers. The slit of cherry pink remained, but she stopped winking.

Panicked, Chiryn gathered his loincloth and stepped back into it, tying it around his waist. "Ch-Chief storm, I am here to negotiate a halt of all aggression against the nomadic errove tribe to the north." He said with some authority, his voice cracking.

"Oh, are you? How do you plan on doing that?" Storm stepped up to Chiryn and knelt, cradling the chimera's chin in one finger. Even then he stood head and shoulders taller than the little guy. "Because your guardsmen are locked in a cage at the temple, and I'm pretty sure you don't have any bargaining chips."

Chiryn stood tall - well, as tall as he could when dwarfed next to a massive gryphon - and spoke with authority, "I don't need to bargain, I only need to remind you that this is the queen's territory and you will obey the queen's laws. There is to be no armed conflict between villages, regardless of how offended you get over a disrespected temple. If there is a concern, take it up with Parliament and it will be dealt with in a diplomatic manner."

"Bold words for a creature I could crush under my talon." Storm sneered. "But tell me this, what is a queen going to do to a nomadic herd of errove, trampling the land from field to field and destroying ancient temples with absolute disregard for the cultural significance within? Nothing, that's what. She will stay at the castle, resting comfortably in her throne with a harem of servants making her bed and cooks making her food. Without leaders like me tending the land, her castle would crumble. Then what would she do, sit atop the rubble with a look of satisfaction on her beak? No, she doesn't get to tell me how to protect my people and my culture." He stood back up, chest out with feathers on end to show dominance.

But Chiryn had no interest in being intimidated. "Look, Storm, my buddy, you and I both know that Queen Talba is more than just a figurehead of the nation. And remember, your people are her people as well so she cares as much, if not more, than you do. Don't ever forget that she has a dozen realms and tribes under her that she has to balance and ensure harmony between. You have your gryphon village and the surrounding areas, this is true, but-"

"Don't lecture me on Talba's 'glorious onus'. I know what she does, and I'm really not in the mood to debate her merits." Storm interrupted, shaking his head in disdain.

"Then tell me, what solution do you propose? If you deny the importance of the Queen in this matter, then you be the bigger drake and tell me how you would solve this." Chiryn challenged him, stepping up so that his chest was nearly touching Storm's belly.

Storm huffed, "The solution is simple, I just-"

"Without resorting to violence." Chiryn interjected. "Tell me Storm, do any of your solutions not result in someone getting hurt?" He scolded, glaring at the larger gryphon. Part of him wanted to glance back at Melodi for emotional support, but he knew that no amount of his generosity would entice a princess to rebel against her mate. That wasn't how love worked, and not how royalty of any kind was expected to act.

The Chief's eyes softened. "I never harm anyone who doesn't deserve it, Chiryn. You and I both know that I do not wish to cause strife between my people and the people of any other tribes in the region. You also know that emotions can run hot for me, especially when I feel insulted on behalf of my people." He returned to his knee in an attempt to be approachable again. "Above all else, I will not stand aside when our culture is desecrated. If you saw the status of that temple you would understand." He laid his hand on Chiryn's shoulder, his talons so long they came to rest in the middle of his back.

Though Storm's speech was powerful, Chiryn remained undeterred. "Yes, I know. I am well aware of your nature and your pride, but I also know that the errove nomads are our allies, that if you needed to protect your people you would do anything for them, and that we are one nation unified. I am sure if you were there with the herd, you would have felt the same desperation and need to get out of the rain they did at that time. From their perspective, it was a last resort in trying times, not some cultural insult. I appeal to your pride and urge you to see it from their side of the situation, because your response was not proportionate. I heard about what you did to that stallion, and I have to say, I do not approve. Neither would Talba or Vaulix."

Storm kept slowly nodding. "I don't care what the royals think. I do what is necessary to protect my people, regardless of what some out-of-touch matriarch thinks. I understand your position, but we both know that the problems started with them, not me."

Chiryn paused and narrowed his eyes, ear flicking once before he sighed and shook his head and disapproval. "No, Chief. That's not how it works. Look, I'm telling you this because we ARE allies, I like to see you as a friend, and I really want to do anything to ensure this doesn't get escalated. Your actions have angered both the Queen and the King, so if you continue on this path, they will have to speak with force; that is the opposite of 'protecting your people'. I want to cut this off before it gets worse, so tell me what I have to do to fix this. We could a stop to this right now, and I can go home as if it never happened. Let's find a solution between us that would ensure this issue doesn't grow beyond this room."

A hush washed over the room as Storm rubbed his lower beak, glancing past Chiryn to take a look at Melodi. It was clear he was thinking something devious up before rubbing his talons together and standing tall, wings partially spread. "I think we can work something out. What is your opinion on ritual sacrifice?"

"This was not what I had in mind, Storm!" Chiryn cried out as he scuffled along behind the chief and princess Melodi. He had leather bindings holding his wrists together while being paraded through the main strip that led from Storm's home tree to the base of the temple.

Hundreds of onlookers were gawking at his naked form, having been summoned by a loud trumpet that sounded from Storm's loft. Apparently that meant some sort of public ritual in the Gryphon village. In this case it was to be Chiryn's sacrifice.

Under most typical circumstances, Chiryn would have been terrified at the prospect of being sacrificed, but he knew the Chief just well enough to know that his version of ritual sacrifice wasn't about murder or offerings of flesh, at least not in the traditional sense. Even if it was going to come down to that, Chiryn knew his own strengths and weaknesses, so he had no fear.

Over the years of serving with the King and Queen of Arrenthen, Chiryn seemed to have been blessed with what was called 'divine luck', wherein he seemed completely impervious to serious, long-term harm. Back during the War of the Epicelian Crystals, he had a whole fort collapse on him while he was helping the warriors that had barricaded themselves within. He was the only survivor. Once, he had a blade run him through the heart - usually an instant kill on anyone else, even one well trained in self healing - and he survived. Arrows, swords, poisons, all sorts of potentially lethal weapons had been used on him, and no matter what he survived.

His body seemed to either repair itself with ease or find a way to avoid damage all together, often completely against his will. This phenomenon had happened all his life, which was likely why he was the one who was sent to negotiate with Storm. Not only did he have prior history with the Chief, but he was fearless and impervious to damage. The perfect negotiator.

"Seriously, Chief, you probably shouldn't resort to something like this no matter how much you seem to think it'll appease your people!" He was still being dragged by a rope, nearly at the base of the temple. "Or if you think it will appease the Gods."

Before them, the massive temple towered over them, taller than any trees and nearly as tall as the hills that cradled the valley. It was made of thick, mossy granite and built in the form of a pyramid with pillars and shrines on every new later, connected by stairs and adorned with black steel ornaments depicting battles of the past. Three levels up, the cages with Tiwali and Gyuff were resting on a shrine for all to see. Five levels up, another shrine and a throne with a path leading into the temple's interior.

Though he protested, Chiryn couldn't seem to get the Chief's attention. He wasn't sure if it was some sort of power-play or if he was just being a dick, but none of Chiryn's shouts seemed to slow Storm down or halt his progress.

Up the stairs they went as a crowd continued to gather behind them. When Chiryn looked back he saw what he felt might have been the entire population of the village all out, looking up at the three of them as they scaled the side of the temple. Hundreds - maybe a thousand - felines and avians were chattering among themselves as they watched their Chief drag a helpless chimera up the many steps past the shrines to the throne.

As they passed the third level, Tiwali and Gyuff both reached out at him, with Tiwali grunting as she extended her hand. "Chiryn, help us..." She wheezed, clearly a little dehydrated.

"I'll do what I can, but whatever happens, stay str-" He was interrupted by Storm yanking on his leathers, pulling him off balance to land on all fours on the step. Upon getting to his feet, he twisted himself to look back, assuring them, "It will be fine, I promise."

With that, he kept up as they climbed to the fourth and finally the fifth levels, eventually landing on the shrine atop the temple. From there, he could see past the twin thrones down the hallway that led into the temple itself. The floor there was on an incline, presumably to keep water out from getting inside. Perfect for hiding a herd of scared errove.

"So what are you going to do now?" Chiryn asked as he gave a tug at the leather bindings. When he turned around to look back down, he was shocked to see how high they were. At that point, he was well above even the tallest trees and could see far out into the distance, with the people of the village seen as tiny specks dotting the ground covered by larger specks that were huts and homes. The sudden reveal of how high they were made Chiryn swoon a bit, his head growing a touch dizzy.

Before he could fall back, Storm gave another tug to pull him forth, forcing him to his hands and knees. He still wasn't saying anything, which was really starting to get annoying.

Chiryn closed his eyes and took in a deep breath to assuage his vertigo. "So? What is the meaning of all this?" He asked, slowly getting back to his feet. Behind him, his tail draped over the top few stairs, showing how close he was to falling if he was touched by a light wind or pushed. In defiance, he stepped forward and growled at the Chief. "Listen here, you, either tell me what's going on or let me go!"

Storm turned to sit on his throne, with Chiryn on a leash and Melodi sitting in the throne next to him. He glanced over to her with a look of pure admiration before grabbing the staff that was lodged in the rock between the two thrones. It was a long, bronze rod, with an obelisk on top accented by an orange and red ademane gem tied to twin prongs. Upon yanking it from its slot, a gentle buzzing could be heard followed by a loud crack of lightning piercing the sky.

"What in the skies and depths was that?" Chiryn cried out, shielding his eyes from the intense flash. At that moment, his adrenaline and ademane started pumping, a blend of hot and cold in his chest. Impervious as he may have been to long term damage, being struck with lightning still hurt a lot and could leave him twitching in agony for hours. This turned from slightly worrying to utterly frightening. "It's t-time to make with the explanations...St-Storm...." He whimpered, glancing from him to the crowd of hundreds below.

After a long drawn out pause, Storm raised his hand to the sky, beak grinning. The crowd went silent, eager to see what was going to happen next. He spoke with a deep, powerful voice only to Chiryn. "I told you, it's a sacrifice. You will be sacrificing a part of yourself to the gods today, as a form of penance for the desecration of the northern temple."

"And what part of myself do you intend to offer the gods? Part of my tail? A finger or horn?" Chiryn knew it wasn't going to be an appendage or limb, but something deeper, something more spiritual and meaningful, if he felt he knew Storm as well as he had. He was trying to make light of the situation, but any 'sacrifice' had a danger of being lethal, or at least unpleasant.

Storm glared at Chiryn, corners of his beak curling up in a deviant smile. "Just your innocence." He slammed the butt of his staff down on the marble again, slowly parting his thighs to reveal his meaty, musky sheath and massive balls. The tip of his purple-flehsed cock was poking out the end, glistening in the midday sun as a beacon for Chiryn's attention.

He sighed. "Really? I'm a long way from being innocent, storm. I've been serving in the castle for years now, I don't think the gods will accept my 'innocence' in such tattered condition." He rolled his eyes and flicked the end of his tail, slowly shaking his head.

The Chief leaned in close, putting his beak in near Chiryn's snout. "They don't know that." He said, then forcefully grabbed Chiryn's face and shoved it into his crotch, letting the hundreds of onlookers get a great view of the little chimera's head disappear between Storm's thighs.

Chiryn flailed a bit, his tail flopping around behind him and lightly gripping at the ledge of the top stairs to anchor himself. His wrists were still bound in leathers so he had no choice but to hold them against his chest and try to push away from the much larger, much stronger gryphon. Such feeble attempts were thwarted as Storm just forced the little guy into his crotch even harder, forcefully smearing the lubricant from the tip of his cock up and down Chiryn's lip.

As he was grinding his hips up, Storm growled at his little sacrifice. "You're a tiny guy, I'm sure the gods will be tricked into believing that you're a virgin. If you want to appease them, you'd better succumb to my dominance." At the very end of his pseudo-threat, he gave the faintest wink and a smile, showing Chiryn not to fret.

Seeing that glint in the gryphon's amber eye triggered Chiryn's latent cum-slut. Before he came to be a member of the the Arrenthen Parliament Castle, he worked at brothels to make some money as one of the most versatile and eager whores this side of Viokenic. He didn't do that job for the money, he did it because he had a very positive outlook on sex and he wanted to enjoy every second of his life regardless of what society might have said about him.

There was a good reason he was so attracted to being close to the ruler known as the 'whore queen'.

Before Storm could say another word, Chiryn brought up his bound hands to wrap around the gryphon's cock, peeling back the sheath to expose the entire length of it. The gooey, musky lubricant that his depths conjured up smothered his fingers as he interlocked them around the shaft, slowly pumping up and down with rhythmic motions, a juicy sound of squelching escaping between his digits. Almost instantly, he leaned in to give the underside a gentle lick.

Storm clicked his beak and hissed in delight at Chiryn, casually widening his stance so that the onlookers could get a better view. His royal-purple member was throbbing and drooling bits of precum out the tip as the glistening length of it caught the sun, the keen eyes of avians and felines both likely to pick up on the reflections along its ridged shaft. "Good job." He complimented Chiryn as Melodi hopped off her throne to join in the fun.

Just when it looked like she was going to give the Chief some beaky pleasure, she simply untied Chiryn's leathers, freeing his hands. "If you're gonna do it, do it properly, right?" She winked and got back up to her throne, sharing Storm's stance with legs spread and luscious chestnut colored pussy lips glistening in the bright sun.

There was a brief pause in Chiryn as he contemplated going over to pleasure her again - he did still have the faintest scent of mare on his forearms - but he saw the look of warning on Storm's face, so he kept at the Chief instead. His lips smacked at the gryphon's tip, suckling gently as his tongue cradled the underside. He kept his fingers wrapped tightly around the swelling lobes of Storm's knot, offering only the slightest tugs and squeezes in between his bobbing head motions.

Chiryn was getting into it when Storm reached out and grabbed at his horn, jerking him inward so that the massive gryphon cock slammed into the back of his maw, barbed tip tickling his throat and causing a bit of a bulge in his neck. Storm grinned and hissed gently before slowly tilting his had back, resting it against the throne.

"Ghglkch!" He gagged heavily, throat constricting and trying to force the length of cock out of his maw with a bubbling foam of saliva creeping out through his lips. He waited it out a bit, to see if Storm would let him go, but it seemed that Storm was just interested in grinding his hips into Chiryn's gullet like he was passionately mating Melodi's pussy. Chiryn couldn't breath, but that was fine; he was reptilian and able to hold his breath for up to twenty minutes at a time. Instead of being victimized, he grabbed at Storm's hips and pulled himself closer, forcing the cock even deeper down his gullet.

The knot swelled on his tongue, twin lobes resting between that and the inside of his teeth. The shaft was so thick it nearly doubled the girth of his neck, and the tip slid down past his collarbone. It was absolutely massive compared to his diminutive stature, but he loved it. His time in those brothels meant his gag reflex was dulled - except when taken by surprise - and he was very good at using his every trick to please his clients. In this case, for the sake of the unity of Arrenthen, he was happy to treat the Chief as an exceptionally aggressive client.

He grinned with the cock in his maw and trained his eyes on Storm, a rebellious glint in his gaze. While Storm was still trying to figure out what was happening, Chiryn leaned in even closer and gaped his maw open wide as it would go to the point his upper teeth were digging lightly into Storm's lower belly, and the lower were pinching at the base of the Chief's ball sack. The knot was lodged so deep in Chiryn's gullet that the bulges were past his teeth, creating a lumpy swell in his neck with the cock tip so far down his gullet that he could feel it poking into his belly.

The pressure of his jaw clamped down around the knot made each lobe swell farther and farther, locking itself into his throat. However, Chiryn wasn't one to be locked in and tied for the next day without being able to breathe - Gryphons were known for knotting for exceptionally long - so he pulled away, only to find he was truly locked in. The bulge of the knot lobes was giving him lockjaw and was too thick for the berth of his jaw bones.

Oh well, he'd be fine. In the mean time, he pushed in and started gulping, the rhythmic muscle contractions sucking back the knot and pulling it even deeper, coaxing spurt after spurt of thick, sticky gryphon cum into his belly. His hands lightly caressed Storm's balls, rolling through the loose flesh encapsulating the twin orbs, giving a few gentle tugs in between his gulps. He could feel the tensing and tugging against his palms every time another gob of seed pumped through Storm's length to deposit directly into his gut.

"Good boy." Storm hissed at Chiryn, looking down at him with a glare of dominance, staff in one hand and Melodi's hand in the other. As Chief, he was to be serviced entirely; once he's forced his cock into Chiryn's maw, the rest was up to the little guy. "Keep it up and you might appease the gods!" The Chief's cock throbbed and pulsated as the veins expanded and load after load of his seed erupted out the end of his length. Barbs flared and ridges grew firm, with the knot swelling to full girth past his sacrifice's gullet, further tying them together. He was in quite a powerful state of pleasure, but as Chief, he needed to look calm and composed before his people.

While he focused on maintaining the facade by keeping a steely resolve, he couldn't help but buck his hips and twitch his lower abdominal muscles against the surprisingly talented tongue and throat of his prisoner. He also got too distracted by Chiryn's skill to notice the little guy's cock had emerged, rock hard and dripping his own concoction onto the rocky plateau.

Chiryn gulped again, trying his best to keep his belly from growing distended with the steady pumps of seed that were filling him. He could feel the pressure building in his abdomen, forcing the knot to further plug his throat up. However, he knew that he couldn't really hold back much longer; he was technically capable of holding his breath for much longer, but the extra enthusiasm of his neck bobbing, throat contracting, and his own member swelling had shortened his ability to do so. He needed that knot out of his gullet soon, or he was going to pass out.

He gave it a tug, pushing off against Storm's inner thighs in an attempt to alleviate the pressure, but that just made his jaw sore and the throat muscles quiver in pain and exhaustion.

Storm saw this, and he started to panic a bit. He was strong, sure, but he was literally choking an ambassador to death on his cock. The Chief was no fool, but he needed to remain looking strong so he lifted a leg and wrapped his claws around Chiryn's shoulder, his talons digging into the little guy's flesh as he pushed. Tiny droplets of blood started trickling down Chiryn's chest and back, but he didn't resist, only grabbed at Storm's ankle and held on.

The added pressure and tugging sensation dislocated his jaw with an excruciating popping sound within him that only Chiryn heard, followed immediately by a guttural squelch and a torrent of thick, sticky cum as the knot burst out. With talons still on his shoulder, Chiryn fell onto his back, getting slammed to the ground with the weight of Storm on him.

He coughed and hacked up a bubbly foam of seed for a moment before smiling and giggling. Storm's claws had tugged free of his flesh, and the puncture wounds cleared up within seconds. Right when Storm stood back up to address his people - presumably to announce that the ritual had been completed - Chiryn got back to his feet and immediately forced Storm's cock back into his maw. His jaw seemed to realign itself within seconds, and while his belly was forcing the seed back up, he wanted more.

This was his time to sacrifice for his King and Queen, and if that meant pleasuring this Chief to the highest plateau, that was what he would do.

Once Storm realized that Chiryn wasn't done, he slowly sat back down and parted his legs, hands on staff and thigh as he grinned down at the eager chimera with an impressed smirk. "Well then..." He trailed off, only to let the lightest of whimpers out upon having warm, tender maw smother his length again.

Chiryn's maw was wide open, with a mess of cum coating his lower jaw and dribbling down onto his chest. His eyes were closed, as he focused all of his mind on the cock before him, his own member bobbing with tiny gobs erupting from the tip to join the puddle between his knees that Storm had left. "Mmmmm." He hummed gently, his tail draped over the top steps of the temple as the hundreds of onlookers kept watching.

In his mind, he wasn't sure if they were watching because they had to or because they wanted to, but he knew that, as a village of avians and felines, they could see everything that happened there. For that reason, he wanted to really show just how much he could entertain!

Again, he forced that cock back into his maw and gulped it down, only this time it was shaft only; he didn't bother wrapping his lips around the knot this time. Instead, he smiled and gulped, tongue caressing the underside of Storm's shaft while his head bobbed back and forth, emulating a gentle thrust of a lover grinding on him.

In the midst of all this fun, Storm just couldn't keep himself reserved any longer. He had been forcing Chiryn to pleasure him, and had even done what he could to help when things got knotted up, but now he just wanted to really show Chiryn what he was made of. His desire was growing with each sensual suckle, and his massive seeding of the chimera's throat didn't drain him of his arousal, it only amplified it.

One thing Chiryn was counting on was gryphon anatomy. When swollen and tied, a gryph can stay aroused for ten hours or more, constantly spewing seed into whatever they were tied to. However, in a situation where the knot was extracted, they can remain aroused and needy until the knot subsided. This often lasted near an hour without tight, supple flesh to caress and constrict around the base.

On the other throne, Melodi crossed her legs and gave a cock-eyed look at the two males, amused at the clear shift in Storm's attitude. She just shook her head and idly slid her fingers in between her thighs, lightly caressing her loins while Storm got back up and grabbed Chiryn to bend the little one over the throne.

Problem was, Chiryn was tiny compared to Storm, so before he had time to question what was going on, he was hoisted up so that he was actually standing on the throne, with his chest pressed up against the back rest. He knew what was coming, but still felt a bit overwhelmed by how strong the Chief's talons were when gripping the base of his tail and wrenching it up.

Not one hint of resistance was in Chiryn by this point. His cock was hard as could be, bobbing and throbbing against Storm's touch while the villagers watched. Storm leaned in close so that his beak was nuzzled up close to Chiryn's cheek, his hot breath tickling at his hair. As he leaned in he grabbed his cock and aimed it up under Chiryn's tail, slipping in with ease thanks to the copious lube and saliva coating its length.

A long, drawn out grunt escaped Chiryn's gullet, only to have Storm silence it by wrapping his massive, powerful hands around his throat, holding him in place. He glanced back with a grin and a giggle before choking out his encouragement. "Go ahead, Chief. Let's see what you can do!" He gave a sly wink before resting his head in his forearms atop the back of the throne.

Storm hissed and leaned in close, bucking with the might of a stallion. His knot slapped at the underside of Chiryn's tail and boosted him off his feet for a second before landing again. The people at the base of the temple gave an audible cheer as they saw their Chief give a proper thrust into the sacrifice's rump.

Chiryn winced a bit as he felt that knot slam against his tailhole, threatening to pop in with one lurch. Luckily, Storm held back just enough to keep that from happening so he could slowly pull out, the ridges and barbs tugging on his tender rump flesh before escaping with a splash of cum and lube. Only the tip remained inside, so Chiryn squatted down and pushed back, grinding his hips as more and more of the Chief's length disappeared into him.

"You ready?" Storm asked, hand still tight around Chiryn's neck. He wasn't usually the reserved type, but perhaps a touch of humanity poked out since he was dealing with such a smaller creature. Still, he wasn't gentle. Before Chiryn could reply, he once again slammed himself forward, his thick cock being consumed to the knot by the tight yet malleable tailhole. The multi-lobed bulges squeezed in between Chiryn's haunches, threatening to burst into his rump, only to have the muscles squeeze and keep him out. He was about to resist, but then Chiryn's powerful tail wrapped around his waist, holding him in place.

"And what's this?" He asked, looking down at the long, snakelike appendage that was constricting his belly.

"I want you inside me!" Chiryn grunted and whimpered, his cock still bobbing gently before him. He grabbed at it, rubbing his wrist and forearm against the bulge that had formed in his belly thanks to the massive shaft that had penetrated him. HE could feel the warmth spreading through his depths as more cum slowly pumped into him. "I want all your seed, Chief." He said with a wink, squeezing his tail with all the strength his muscles would muster.

The constriction of Storm pulled him in even closer, grinding knot against rump hole as Chiryn's flesh quivered and loosened against the pressure. This just urged the Chief on farther, so he kept his hand on the neck of his sacrifice - claws starting to pierce flesh and draw blood - as his other hand wrapped around Chiryn's thighs, holding him in place while he started aggressively bucking.

He slapped that cock and knot of his deep against Chiryn's backside, tenderizing flesh and loosening his hole a little more with every stallion-like thrust. An audible squelch started to emanate from between them as more of his seed seeped out between shaft and rump flesh. The Chief was still pumping load after load of seed deep inside Chiryn, and it was clear the little guy was running out of room. That didn't halt Storm for one second, as the feel of his own cum dribbling down the underside of his shaft between the knot and trickling over sheath and ball-sack reinvigorated him.

With one powerful, body-rocking thrust, Storm slammed his hips to Chiryn's with enough strength to force his knot to pop inside.

Chiryn cried out against the squeezing constriction of Storm's hand on his throat, his tail clenching tight and holding Storm in place as every lobe of gryphon knot started to expand within him. He clenched his rump muscles, emulating a gryphon hen or bitch to lock the tie in, sucking up the girth deeper until he could actually feel the slightest bulge above his own cock in the form of gryphon knot. His belly had a distinct, cylindrical bulge in it, with the tapered and ridged tip of it poking out just below his ribcage, all of which he gently caressed, stroking up and down its length.

Though he was proper tied, Storm wasn't done. Even with his member bulging out agaisnt Chiryn's belly and the knot firmly lodged within him, Storm kept bucking, each motion a sensual yet aggressive wave down his spine to grind himself up against the smaller sacrifice. Though there was no thrusting happening - his thick cock couldn't possibly have gone any deeper and would definitely not be yanked out - the motions did shift the bulges and lobes inside, rotating them against Chiryn's tender, quivering walls.

In response, Chiryn clenched his tail, constricting Storm's waist a bit at the apex of every thrust, further accentuating his muscle control in his backside. "How's about that, Chief?" Chiryn asked, glancing back over his shoulder as he stroked himself with one hand and Storm's cock bulge with the other. He could feel the pressure building as more and more gryphon cum was pumped into him, inflating his torso a bit.

Storm still had a grip on Chiryn's neck, so he offered one last powerful thrust before picking him up and turning around to sit on the throne. The tail was still tightly constricting him even as he laid Chiryn down on his lap, the bulge clearly visible through the chimera's distended belly scales. He gave the bulge a bit of a rub, cradling Chiryn's hand in his own as he slowly pulled his hands from his throat. "Very good. I'm impressed, my sacrifice!"

Chiryn grunted a bit as more pressure built up within him, trying his best to get a comfortable position with the knot still tied into him, so big that he felt its lobes resting within his hip bones. "G-good. I'm glad to hear that. Now that the gods have been adequately satisfied, can we negotiate, now?" He lightly caressed his own belly, trying his best to keep his hand off his cock. Though immensely turned on, he knew that Storm was more or less done and he wasn't as into public displays of dominance or submission like the Chief was.

"Negotiate what?" Storm asked as he wrapped his arms around Chiryn, putting even more pressure on his belly and the bloating sensation that was there. He leaned over and grabbed the staff, once again holding it upright with Chiryn on his lap, tied to his knot.

Melodi giggled a bit as she assumed the same, wide-legged stance in front of her people. Both chief and princess were naked, exposed to the hundreds of felines and avians. With the staff erected between them, they both grabbed it, in what appeared to be a ceremonial position.

"What do you mean? You know what I'm here to negotiate! I'm talking about the gross misconduct brought upon the errove tribe to the north. The horrible abuse that you, as a Chief, had the gall to-" Chiryn started, getting notably worked up and a little frustrated that Storm would so callously forget about the purpose of his visit. For that brief moment, he even forgot that he was tied and knotted with that huge cock in him. After calming, he growled a bit. "Seriously, Storm?"

"What? There's nothing to negotiate." Storm clarified. "I went to the tribe this morning with a few of my generals to sort that out before you even arrived. I was just returning from that trip when I came to see you, elbow deep in Melodi."

There was a long, drawn out pause as a spurt of cum escaped Chiryn's rump. He was, of course, confused, but urged Storm to continue. "Go on, I'm listening."

Storm wiggled on his throne, free hand pressing down on Chiryn's hops to hold him in place as his cock stirred within, the bulge sliding from side to side in the little guy's belly. "Well, when I initially went out to investigate the temple after the cyclone, I let my tempers flare and I did in fact launch an assault on the nomad's village. After cooling down, I tried negotiating with them, but it didn't work."

"So...what's the solution, then?" Chiryn asked, still shifting uncomfortably as the onlookers casually started dispersing and returning to their homes.

Storm offered a gentle preen of Chiryn's white hair, chirping gently. "Well, that's what I did this morning. With the aid of potions, food, offers of gold, and an apology, I was able to come to an amicable solution. On their end, they would be responsible for cleaning and repairing the damage done to the temple."

Chiryn's eyes narrowed as he tried to twist his neck so he could check and see if Storm was sincere. However, all he could do was glance over at Talba, who smiled and nodded once to confirm it. "So you're telling me there's no reason to worry, and that you've already made peace with the nomads?"

Storm nodded. "Indeed, my friend. I wouldn't be Chief if I just exploded violently and aggressively every time something ruffled my feathers. I'd be usurped within a year, if I didn't also have the tactical mind and diplomacy needed to run a village. Did you really think I'd just violently attack my allies?"

"W-well yes." Chiryn admitted as he blushed. "You have a bit of a reputation for aggression. Anyone - and everyone - would be right to believe the reports that you did that."

Again, Storm nodded. "And it is true, I did lead an assault, but your scouts and recon agents need to get the whole story. Not two days after that altercation, I was already reaching out to those affected by my behavior and this morning an agreement was reached. The issue is behind us."

Slowly, Chiryn's tail loosened from Storm's waist as he started calculating things in his mind, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. "But, if the issue was resolved, then why did your people attack me? Why are the royal guards both locked up? Why did you...bring me up here to..." He paused a moment, coming to realize that Storm had tricked him, using the situation as an excuse to express his fetish for public exhibitionism. "Really?"

"Really what?" Storm asked, faking shock and lightly mocking Chiryn's revelation. "I can tell you that, when you were attacked and captured, my people did not yet know that the treaty had been made. I was still at the northern border of the Arrenthen RainWood, prepared to come back with news. Nobody knew that you were not deemed a threat, and therefore imprisoned your companions."

Melodi pitched in, "I recognized you and wanted to make sure no harm came to you while Storm was out on a diplomatic mission. I knew his intentions, but didn't know what would come of it, so I watched over you while our people had a wee bit of a riot at the look of two equines strolling into town in ornate armor." She grabbed the staff from Storm and stabbed it back into the slot between the thrones so she could lean over. "But they're fine."

Chiryn glanced down over the steps to see the two guards, both still entombed within their cages. "They don't look fine to me."

Melodi leaned back in her chair and folded her leg over the other. "Well, they are fine. After they were taken prisoner, I dealt with them personally. I told them that, as long as they stayed here until Storm returned, they'd be freed and given a proper pardon. Might even let the stallion have a go at me." She grinned a bit, beak curled.

Storm cocked his head over to her. "Always spreading your legs for any stallion, I see!" He then turned his focus back to Chiryn. "She's kind of a stallion slut, just can't say no to a horse of any kind. She's the reason I was so keen on making peace with the errove. Not diplomacy or unity, but because my wife didn't want to risk alienating her parent race. They'll be released and granted their arms the second you and I untie ourselves."

"So....all this was just your....display of power over me?" Chiryn asked, eyes wide as he stared into the distance. Aside from some vendors and a few locals shopping, the entire village had been cleared out with every villager returning to their home. "You glorious bastard!"

"Glad you approve." Storm said with a chuckle and a light tossing of Chiryn's hair. "But hey, if you ever wish to come back and have another go, we can always arrange something. Maybe I'll attack another local tribe to get you to come visit!"

Chiryn huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, legs crossed on Storm's lap as well. The bulge of the gryphon's knot and cock pressed out against his stretchy belly flesh, yet had grown slightly blurred thanks to the massive deposit of seed that had bloated him.

Though Storm's deceit and vulgar display of dominance had been fun at the time, Chiryn was able to look back at this stage in his life with a laugh, remembering that time he'd been convinced the sacrifice of his innocence was what was needed to appease the gryphon tribe of north Arrenthen.