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Vynasii tried to maintain his composure as he sat in a dignified pose in the orchard between an apple tree and a pear tree. He had been sent to that area of the castle courtyard, surrounded on three sides by Arrenthen's Capital castle, by the chancellor and told to wait until someone came to get him. The purple, magenta, and silver wyvern was getting a little impatient but forced himself to remain seated, for he knew that he might be dealing with high-ranking members of the monarchy if he was to be granted a position.

He was a scholar, fresh out of a prestigious university to the south. His goal in coming to Arrenthen's Capital was to continue his studies abroad, and the best way to do that was through the facilities owned and operated by the monarchy. The capital housed many universities and higher-learning facilities, but the one in the castle was by far the best and the one most suited to Vynasii. He had an appointment to interview with the person in charge of that wing for a position that was well funded and very well-compensated. That was why he was so willing to put aside his concerns and impatience to wait for someone to attend him. This job, this opportunity was going to be huge for him.

Unfortunately, soon after arriving at the castle, the chancellor told him to go wait in the orchard at the back end of the courtyard, where he would wait for someone to greet him. This sounded simple enough, as many meetings took place in gardens and in courtyards of castles, but there was something that felt off about this particular area. There was a sweetness lingering in the air that Vynasii found oddly compelling. He couldn't quite place it at first so he simply attributed it to the apples and pears of the nearby fruit trees, but the more he thought about it the clearer it was that this scent was not the same.

No, this was something richer. Something deeper. Something with far more impact on him. He couldn't be sure, but with the sudden influx of saurossins travelling the region he came to imagine the scent to be that of estrus, perhaps smeared all over the grasses and ferns lining the edge of the orchard. He couldn't be sure, as he wasn't all too familiar with the intimate details of female saurossin scents, but he did know that the aroma coaxed his member from his slit, albeit against his will.

The wyvern considered himself proper and dignified, so he struggled to hide it from view. However, there weren't many others nearby - the courtyard was almost entirely vacant aside from a few various members of the castle's staff milling about the door to the building itself - and almost none came near him. While he knew this was more than a little risky, he felt he had the solitude needed to handle the blossoming desire that bubbled up in his loins. Had he not been aroused he might have understood just how foolish this was, but that wasn't the situation in which he found himself.

Given the circumstances, the wyvern went ahead and tried his best to subtly relieve his desires. He kept one eye up as he glanced around, ensuring nobody came near before turning away from the rest of the courtyard; this ensured his body and wings would completely cover his covert actions.

Once he was mostly certain of his privacy, he lowered his wings for extra coverage and idly began caressing either side of his slit, kneading at the flesh there until his tip poked out and came to rest between his digits. It was a very simple pleasure, one easily maintained with a steady motion of his talons and palm. He couldn't get too complicated or deep with his actions, so he had to rely more on imagination and fantasies to finish up before anyone got close.

Rather than stroke and buck into his talon, he clenched his loins and squeezed gently, slowly walking his digits along either side of his emerging shaft to subtly stimulate himself while his mind went dancing with the images he conjured of a dragoness presenting to him. He lightly grinned, revealing his teeth as he closed his eyes and tried his best to put his imagination to good use. In his mind, he saw every glistening scale, every tender-looking fold of flesh, and every muscle contraction on the underside of this dragoness's tail. He could practically taste her, in spite of the fact that it was all in his head. Of course, the source of that faint taste was the lingering scent of dragoness that permeated the area of the orchard in which he found himself.

His fantasies were quite vivid and detailed, so much so that he quickly lost himself to them. His mind remained split in focus, knowing that he had limited time before, statistically, someone would venture close and interrupt him; but with that balance quickly tipping towards the sides of his fantasies, he found himself no longer encumbered by the reality that surrounded him. This ensured he was subject to potential exposure while also speeding up the release of his tension. It was a measured, calculated risk that he knew was heavily in his favour given the desolation of the courtyard.

Images of dragoness flesh flashed before him, the lingering scent mixing with his fantasies to quickly bring him to the edge of his climax. He knew he was close and all he needed to do was clench his loins in order to make his member extra sensitive. His only real concern was that of the deep growl that threatened to bubble up deep within his gullet; had he let loose a noise like that he may very well have alerted others to his stealthy session.

Fortunately, he was brisk in his actions and quickly felt himself cascading over the cliff of pleasure. He almost lost control as his seed shot from his length to paint the grass like webs, the tingling pleasure coursing through him and coaxing a strained grunt from deep within his chest.

"Vynasii? Are you ready?" A soft voice came from behind.

The wyvern's eyes went wide and he gulped as he nervously wiped his talon on the grass to clean his digits of his essence. He had no idea if she'd seen or realized what he was doing, so he tried his best to act casual and address her without revealing his prior actions. The primary problem with this was that his member would take a moment to rescind and retreat to its depths, so he'd have to keep his body aimed away from whomever it was that addressed him.

Feigning confidence, he turned back with a meek smile. "Yes, yes. Of course. I-" He was about to compliment the layout of the garden when he saw who it was behind him. She was petite, a bipedal hippogryph with golden yellow feathers and fur dotted with the markings of a barn owl. She lacked wings but had rather large, golden talons for feet and wore a teal dress that wrapped around her chest and only went down to her knees. It was princess Talba, not some accountant or headmaster. This threw him out, leaving him unsure of what to say or how to respond. All he knew for sure was that he had no intention of addressing the situation with his exposed member as his length retreated to its slit.

"You okay? Everything alright over there?" She asked, leaning forward with a beaky grin. "If you need some help, don't be afraid to ask."

Did she know? Her words made Vynasii do a mental double-take and question himself, worried that no matter what he said she'd pick up on his naughty indiscretion. This made him chose his words carefully as he kept his body turned from her, allowing the last of his tip to disappear between his ventral scales. He knew it was rude to keep one's back to any member of the royal family, so he summoned up the courage to arch his back, grind his slit against the grass, and turn to meet her as he hoped with all his will that any nastiness he had left on his talon or groin had been effectively wiped away by the grass.

He bowed to her, using that motion to subtly glance down between his hind legs and make sure he was fully hidden. "I'm fine, just a little nervous. I'm sure you understand."

Talba nodded. "I do." She extended her hand, which was partially draped in the long, luxurious feathering of her equine wrists. "I'm princess Talba. The king and queen have tasked me with interviewing you and the others as a sort of test for me. I'm going to be queen some day and they say I need to prove I can be rational and diplomatic. But-" She stopped, having sensed she was rambling. "But that's not something you need to worry about. Let's start with the basics. What brought you here?"

This was a little awkward for Vynasii. Not only had he not prepared himself to address a member of the royal family, but her demeanour was disarming. She didn't seem at all haughty or self-important. To Vynasii, the princess was acting like a commoner, using simple language and treating him like an equal. Such behaviour allowed him to quickly put aside his thoughts of insecurity about the mess he left between the apple and pear trees. At least temporarily.

"Well, I am here to apply to your research team. I recently finished my studies in Untheria and I seek to expand my knowledge by studying abroad. I've heard great things about your facilities and willingness to fund the sciences, so I felt this would be the most fertile land to grow my mind." The word 'fertile' did make him internally wince, worried he was bringing too much focus and attention to his sexual escapades. He was quite relieved when Talba didn't bring it up again and simply continued their interview.

Their meeting actually went really well, aside from their initial introduction to one another. Vynasii was nervous for the first few minutes but his insecurity evaporated the longer they conversed. Talba's demeanour was sincere and casual in equal measure, something that seemed fake at first but was quickly made apparent. For a bit, Vynasii was worried she was being intentionally casual to throw him off, but as they made their way through the courtyard and back into the castle itself she remained as sincere and honest as possible.

All in all, this allowed Vynasii to talk candidly of his intentions in regards to his position in Arrenthen. That composed the majority of their interview; Talba asked him questions about his proposed future, his scholastic past, and the parts of his skill set that made him a perfect addition to the region's science community.

It wasn't until, after a lovely but brief tour through the castle, that they returned to the courtyard and past where they first met. Vynasii couldn't help but pause to glance at the spot, realizing there was a faint hint of creamy white staining a few blades of grass. He tried his best to guide her farther along, but she chose to stop between the apple and pear trees and sit on a nearby bench.

"So, how do you think you did?" She asked as she rested her ankle on the knee of her other leg. Their interview was apparently over.

Vynasii wasn't sure how to answer, at least not at first. He sat down on the spot in the grass where he'd left a mess, hoping to hide it from her. "I hope I've done well. I'm quite fond of the region and-"

"I didn't ask what you hoped, I'm curious how you think you did."

"Excuse me?" He gulped, not sure how to respond to that.

She leaned forward on the bench. "I'm trying to be straightforward here. I'm curious how you thought you did, and whether or not you're happy with your answers." She paused to give him time to respond, but then continued before he interjected. "Because I'm wondering how well I've done as an interviewer. I've had meetings with a few of you today and I'm always curious if I could have asked more, if I could have probed deeper. I've done an interview with this lovely dragoness, a gryphon, two hippogryphs, and you, and I honestly don't know who's best for the position. You all gave me similar answers, which is why I feel like I could have asked more."

Her own insecurities made Vynasii feel a bit more confident. "As far as I can tell you've done great. You asked the questions that needed to be asked, you showed me around, and unlike most scholars that I deal with on a regular basis, you weren't 'prim and proper' to the detriment of your social skills." He felt quite awkward speaking with such confidence, but the internal realization that his behaviour might endear him to her allowed him to use that as motivation to continue. "Honestly, it's refreshing to see someone who isn't cold and hollow during interviews. A perfect blend of professional and casual. I wish more people were like you."

While he was confident and feeling relaxed, he failed to notice the lingering scent of dragoness that still remained in the area. And, with Talba's affirmation of having recently interviewed many others prior to him, it made sense for him to be smelling the after effects of that. He didn't even notice that he was getting excited; the distraction of Talba's casual demeanour was quite enrapturing.

She paused to raise an eyebrow to him, like she was waiting for him to say or acknowledge something. He didn't do anything, resulting in an awkward silence befalling the both of them. "So you're not going to..." She trailed off, urging him to carry on.

"Not going to what? Ask how I did?" Was all he could think to say.

"No, I mean address that." She pointed to his belly, guiding his gaze towards his exposed cock. "You've left the place smelling pretty musky. It's nice, but it's not what I was expecting."

The instant he saw his exposed, pink flesh he covered his face with his wing and blushed. "I-"

Talba laughed gently, glancing around as she got to her feet. "Don't worry about it. It's fine. Quads aren't quite as modest as bipeds. That's why we wear clothes, you know? But, if you're worried, come with me." She walked past him towards the farthest reaches of the courtyard, golden tail swishing behind her as she glanced back to urge him to join.

Part of him wanted to curl up into an egg and disappear, but he figured if the princess was being casual about it, maybe it hadn't yet ruined his chances of getting the position. Without much else to do, he got to all fours and followed, his gait somewhat twisted and his toes curled as he tried to tuck his member back up into its slit. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to be a burden, I can wait for proper correspondence concerning the position at the inn, if you wish."

"It's fine, I promise." She insisted, still walking at a steady pace as she continued to put distance between herself and the castle. The courtyard's orchard was the last area before the back of the region opened up into a cliff overlooking a river below. Once they were fully beyond the orchard and both overlooking the valley with the wind whipping her mane, they were hidden; nobody from the courtyard could see them. They were, for all intents and purposes, alone.

Once she was sure that they were not going to be harassed, she turned to him with a grin. "I saw you while you were waiting for me. Did you have a good time?"

His eyes went wide and he gulped. There was absolutely nothing he could say that would have endeared him to her. He seriously considered just lowering his head in shame and walking away. The only thing that kept him from doing that was the respect he had for the royal family and the fact that, up to that point, he had enjoyed a pleasant interview with her.

She caught onto this and stepped back a bit to put another pace between them. "If you needed a release, you do know we have a rather experienced staff of sex workers in the castle. We're a very sex-positive culture, here. You don't need to be ashamed of your needs."

In an attempt to change the subject, Vynasii took them both back to the interview. "So, uh, aside from all that, do you see me being a good fit for your research department?"

Talba laughed a bit, grinning broadly. "Oh I already decided but I have to consult the rest of the scholars before I can confirm or deny anything." She stepped back up to him again, ending up right beside him. "But don't change the subject, good sir. Why are you so ashamed of yourself?"

Vynasii once again found himself speechless. He was not by any means slow-witted, but he wasn't the type to talk openly about sex or sexuality and there was a very good reason for that.

Sensing the wyvern's hesitation, Talba turned and flopped down on the grass with her feet dangling over the cliff, the magenta fog painting the valley below. "Look, I really can't force you to talk, but if you're going to be working here or engaged in the sciences, you can't hate or be scared of your own body. I know you're not a drakeling or anything, so I don't see the big deal. You gay? Not interested in hens?" She paused in between inquiries, trying her best to see how Vynasii reacted. He was avoiding eye contact, making it difficult, so she persisted. "Ashamed? Performance anxiety? Not into exhibitionism? Worried about your bits? Got a crush on me and feel bad? A virgin?"

She stopped the second she asked her final question, having sensed a sudden shift in Vynasii's body language. "Are you a virgin? It's okay, you can tell me, you know."

"I assure you I should not be discussing this with you. You're a princess. It's not proper." He continued to avoid eye contact right up until she cradled his chin and forced him to look at her.

"It's not improper at all. I don't know what sort of culture you've got below the triquatic mountains, but up here we talk about stuff like that. We communicate. So I'll ask you again and for the last time, are you a virgin? If you don't want to answer, that's fine, but at least let me know." She let go of his chin and rolled to her feet, standing over him with her beak agape, trying her best to be open.

Vynasii took a moment to himself, weighing the options laid out before him. He was given an escape, an option to simply not answer and request they move on. He genuinely felt she meant it, but her personality up to this point made him feel comfortable around her. Comfortable enough to confess. "Alright, if you insist. Yeah, I've not been with a hen before."

"Have you been with a drake?" She asked, which implied that being gay was an option.

"No, no. Other drakes aren't really my thing. Sorry, I just, I wasn't expecting to-"

"I told you, it's fine. There no need to feel inadequate and there's nothing shameful about it. You're a scholar, I imagine you dedicate most of your time to your studies. I respect that. I really do." She paused a moment before adding one final offer. "Would you like to change that?"

He wasn't immediately sure what she meant by that. "Not sure I follow, your highness."

"Oh, now you call me 'your highness'? After all this?" She chuckled. "No, I mean, do you want to not be a virgin anymore? I told you, we're really open here in Arrenthen and I figure, with your credentials and status, imagine how much better you'd be if the tension of sexual need was removed from the equation?"

"I'm not sure I follow." He confessed, his mind drifting back to her mention of sex workers in the castle. He wasn't the type to give himself to random people he'd not met; if he was, he'd have taken that route early in his studied. "I'm not interested in-" He paused to lower his voice. "Whores."

She shook her head and ran her fingers down his back between his wings, eliciting a shiver down his spine. "I don't mean them, I mean me. I'd be happy to help, if it gets you out of your shell. With your permission, of course." She didn't stop stroking his back from the base of his neck to the base of his tail. It was clear she was trying her best to help him relax.

Once again, Vynasii had no idea what to say about that. Part of him assumed she was testing him or trying to trick him into something he was not prepared for, but the stroking of his back calmed him and lowered his defences. "I cannot, princess. It would be improper."

"Don't I get to decide what's improper with my own body? If you want to and I want to, then what harm could it do? We're not compatible so it's not like there are any risks." She trailed her fingers down over his hips to caress his thighs, deliberately teasing his belly scales near his slit.

He couldn't help but tense up, the full-bodied constriction squeezing his spined tip from his fleshy depths. He noticed when a gentle scent blossomed up from beneath him, one he was all too familiar with. Despite his body language screaming out for more attention, he didn't know how to respond to all of this. It was so very sudden, and while Talba had been warm and welcoming, he never got the impression she was flirting with him. In his mind, she was just being friendly while conducting an interview with him for a position as a local scholar.

"I'll make this easy for you. If you're not comfortable making a move, that's fine. I'll take care of that if need be. If I say or do something you don't like, just say so. 'No' is valid." She gently pushed him over, rolling him onto his back with her surprising strength.

He resisted for a half second but then realized that if he did that she might take that as refusal. Vynasii did want to accept what she was offering, he just didn't know how to say so without sounding too needy or desperate. "I suppose." Was all he could say at first. "If you're certain this is what you want, I won't refuse the orders of a princess." He smiled and licked his lips, trying to be sexy as the rest of his member grew and emerged from his slit. His paws curled in the air and he spread his wings for balance while on his back, trying his best to feign confidence.

She stood over him, dress blowing in the breeze. "For now, I'm not a princess. I'm just an eager and willing local and you're an intrepid foreigner." She then stepped over him, straddling his hips while being very careful to not let her foot-talons catch on his wing membrane. "And don't worry, if this is your first time, I don't expect you to have the stamina of a wolf or the vigour of a stallion." She crouched down in a squatting position, loins hovering over his belly.

They weren't even touching, but Vynasii could literally feel the heat from her loins washing over him. Maybe it was her dress, which tickled his belly scales and hid most of her body, but whatever the case he felt a little overwhelmed. His shaft twitched, oozing his excitement down its length, off a pair of spines, and onto his belly scales.

Talba grinned at him, her deep emerald eyes staring into his as she grabbed the bottom of her dress and hoisted it up, revealing to him that she was completely nude underneath the dress. While squatting on him, she clicked her beak and leaned down, pressing her lips to his belly as she did so. "I tossed them in my room while we were going through the castle. I was hoping things went my way and I'm very happy to have been able to help." She then reached down between her legs, pushing her dress to the side to grab his member and aim it at her plump lips.

Vynasii tensed up immediately, eyes wide. He wasn't expecting her to just go for it; he may not have been experienced, but even he knew that foreplay was important for both parties. At least that's what he thought. The moment the underside of his shaft made contact with her lips he couldn't help but clench his toes and buck his hips. She was not only hot to the touch, but absolutely soaking wet with a thick, slimy concoction that dribbled down his length.

She wasted no time wrapping her fingers around the base of his member to guide him as she descended upon him, wiggling her hips to have her flesh swallow his. Once she was as far down as she could go, she adjusted and brought her hand out from between them to brace herself against his chest. She didn't bounce on him, but she did clench her loins and grind slowly, revelling in the many spines lining his head and shaft.

"W-wow..." Vynasii gasped. "Even better than I expected."

Talba chirped a bit and squeezed as tight as she could, tensing her leg muscles to raise up so that only his tip remained nestled between her lips, snagged by his spines. Before he could respond, she descended once more, enveloping him from tip to base with ease. Somehow, her lips clenched and caressed his base; he had no idea what was causing that or how she did it, as he hadn't realized she had the ability to wink like a mare.

The resulting slimy mess that her meaty clit left on his belly scales gave her something to grind against as she did her best to give him a proper ride. Once she was down as far as she could go, gyrating her hips so that his length stirred her loins, she kept at it until she felt his body go tense.

He was trying his best to hold off, to not finish too early even though she said she expected it. He wanted to make her happy, not disappointed. This mentality extended beyond just his role as a potential scholar in Arrenthen. Unfortunately, her silken walls, hot flesh, and well-lubricated passage was too much for him to resist. She was clenching, grinding, and lightly bouncing on his belly, happily milking him for all she could. Even as he shuddered, he tried his best to hold off.

Talba noticed this, as his facial expression was one of frustration. She leaned down onto him, her chest to his, and forced him to look in her eyes. "It's fine. It's not as fun if you focus too much on holding back. I am not sure if you realized, but that part of me is equine, we have very quick triggers." She gave him a seductive wink and kneaded his chest as she got back into an upright sitting position.

Vynasii was by no means sure of himself, but he did try his best to relax and let his more primal side take over. Holding off had distracted him, and while she felt wonderful to him, he realized she was right. He could have been having a lot more fun if he wasn't so fixated on length. Upon internally accepting this, he reared his head back and tensed up every muscle in his body to buck into her, eager to see just how deep he could go.

She reacted accordingly by cooing happily and bouncing on him with enthusiasm. At first their timing was off, so they both went up and came down at the same time, so Talba adjusted and adjusted to ensure she was slamming down on him every time he bucked into her.

Once they had their rhythm, Vynasii didn't last long at all. The whole ordeal lasted mere minutes, and Talba seemed to know exactly what to do while he was new to this all. That was why, as he felt himself bordering on climax, Talba clenched with all her might and pushed down as hard as she could!

He struggled to not make a sound as every muscle in his lower body tensed up and pumped shot after shot of his seed deep inside her, filling her with his essence. Not only did his entire length twitch with each ejaculation, she winked her clit in the exact same rhythm and pace, ensuring that not a single drop escaped her.

His climax hit the summit, plateaued, and quickly droppped off mere seconds after he felt his seed leave him. This left the drake weak and whimpering as Talba's body shivered in delight, her depths twitching around him. There was a blissful moment of utter perfection between them before Talba patted him on the chest and got to her feet, quickly tugging her flesh off his with one fluid motion before hopping aside. She left no mess, but did create a gentle plopping sound as his member left her depths and her lips clapped shut in his absence.

"Was it everything you dreamed of?" She asked, once again slipping into her casual demeanour.

All Vynasii could do was idly nod as his member retreated to his slit.

"Glad to hear it. Because that was lesson one. I've got it on good authority that you're a shoe-in for the position, and if you end up taking the job I'd be happy to educate you in matters of the flesh." She winked seductively and ran her fingers through her mane. "Now get up and clean yourself off. You're a bit of a mess."

"Yes, your highness." He squeaked out. "Professor?"

She laughed. "Sure, professor Talba, expert in physical pleasure. Pleasure to meet you."

The two shared a chuckle, with Talba's being deeper and heartier while Vynasii's was a little reserved. The interview couldn't have gone much better for either of them. The wyvern still didn't know for sure why Talba chose to be intimate with him, but the experience was a great life lesson and hopefully just the first in his scholarly pursuits. In time, he'd learn every applicable skill in that field. But for now, he was but an apprentice.

He knew he'd love studying that topic.