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An Offering of Peace

"Dammit hen, I said move!" Chief Storm commanded his gryph-mare princess as he yanked on the chain that was attached to the thick metal cuffs she wore. He was leading her down a well-ridden trade route that connected his village to the village he was going to make peace with. Much as it maligned him to treat his princess as such, he had a ruse to keep up or fear angering the rival tribe's

"Fuck off, Storm." She retorted with a screech, flattening her ears against her skull.

Storm stopped in his tracks and turned to glare at her, clicking his beak in dissatisfaction. "I've told you how many times that we need to deal with this appropriately. No fill your goddamn role and lets go!" He gave another stern yank on the chains and dragged her behind, hooves scuffling in the dirt.

They continued to walk in silence with nothing but the sound of chains clanking to break the silence. Melodi was not in the least bit happy that she was being treated as a slave. She was a gods-damned princess, not some cunt for sale. Regardless, she kept her beak more or less shut because she understood what was at stake, she just didn't like the fact that they had to be in character for so long. She saw no reason they couldn't lock her up just outside the tribe's gates.

Regardless, it was not a good feeling for her. She was good at playing a role, but deep down inside it killed her to pretend to be shamed. A fallen princess punished for debauchery, sent to be cleansed by Dasa's healing spiritual magic. It was complete bollocks, but the neighbouring tribe was known for their more prudish behaviour, and the only way to set up a treaty of peace was to have Storm's Princess Melodi cleansed of her filthiness by their voodoo witch doctor or whatever. She didn't know the details, and she didn't care. She was too busy fuming because she was being treated like she was some unholy bitch of a mare.

"Stop growling, Melodi." Storm commanded.

"Stop telling me what to do, Storm." She responded with a snarl.

"Then play your part. I'm sorry, you know this is what has to be done if we don't want to go to war."

"Why even bother? I mean, I'm gonna go back to fucking whoever I want once we go back home. It's not like it's gonna change me. I'd rather be exiled than give up my vaginal rights." She continued to scuffle her hooves across the dirt, each syllable of her voice getting angrier and angrier.

Storm stopped again and turned around, flaring his wings out in anger. "I know, and I'm fine with that, just, if you're going to do so, just be more subtle about it. Be a bit picker with your partners. In theory, your cunt should be happy with my dick and nobody else's."

"According to what god?"

"Theirs, apparently."

She let out another long, drawn out growl mixed with a sigh as she finally relented and fell into the victim role. She leaned down and grabbed some dirt with her bound hands and tossed it on her chest feathers, dropped some on her head, and rubbed it into her belly above the tiny little ceremonial skirt she was wearing. She took a moment to even sprinkle some around her eyes so that they'd water. "There, happy, master?" She growled with a sneer.

"Overjoyed. Now shut the fuck up and start crying or something. Stop acting so regal. You are supposed to look like I abused the fuck out of you." He didn't show it, but Storm hated having to treat his hen like this. He was gruff because he had a hard exterior, often only showing the softness inside when alone with her, and this was not that kind of situation. His beak and look were stern, his eyes vacant.

On command, Melodi tripped and fell in the dirt, scraping her knees and slapping down on her belly. She squirmed a bit before getting up, ensuring that all her hair and feathers would be scuffed up and dirty. "S-sorry my lord." She whimpered, eyes welling up.

'Good show'. Storm thought to himself, 'convincing'. Regaining his composure, he yanked on her chains and pulled her forward as they rounded the last bend before he saw the tall wooden stakes that comprised the outer wall of the Yleric tribe. "We're here. Now stay in character or I'll flog you for real when we get back home."

She nodded meekly, talons held out in front of her with the metal shackles on her.

"Master Yleric!" Storm shouted loudly. "It is I, Chief Storm of the Orlon tribe! I am here with my debauched princess to seek peace and-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, the front doors swung open with a loud creak. A rather large - nay, massive - hooved canine stepped out from beyond the gate and was pacing quickly towards the avians. He had a series of massive bone rings in his ear and along his snout, and was wearing a thick, billowing cream robe and a staff with what looked like the skulls of tiny woodland creatures that may have been caught in the nearby forest. "Don't stand out in the middle of the road, come, come! Get your feathered asses in here!" He grabbed a hold of Melodi's chains and tugged her along with him, leaving Storm dumbfounded behind them.

As Melodi was forcefully taken in front of storm, she spun around for a split second to glare intensely at her Chief before falling in an exaggerated, painful looking manner.

"No, No, you mustn't be dirty when you see the King!" The hooved canine warned her. "Quick, follow me and I will cleanse you!" He helped her get up and grabbed her by the hand. "And for Gods Sakes, take these dastardly cuffs off her, you'll ruin her flesh!" He looked towards Storm and motioned for him to take the keys to her cuffs.

Somewhat confused and a little angry at his misdirection, Storm grabbed the key from his pouch and unlocked the cuffs one right after another. "There, much better?"

Melodi grabbed at the canine's robe and wept, "Oh, thank you so much, kind sir! Tell me, what is your name so I may thank the gods for your kindness?!"

He stopped and blinked, then kissed the back of her hand. "I am known simply as chief Dasa Devouri. I will be the one cleansing you before you see the king. Now come, come, no need for delay, please follow me to my personal hut so I may perform whatever ritual is needed. And may I add, you are as gorgeous as I'd heard!" He leaned down to give her talon another kiss.

"That's enough Sir Dasa." Storm interjected. "Please, take us to your premises so we may begin your ritual cleansing. Please, be as thorough as you need."

Dasa nodded and grinned, taking another long look up and down Melodi's form, taking particular note of her exposed breasts. "I have no doubt this will be a very thorough cleansing. Now, follow, we won't be long."

The three rushed into town, which was a massive feat in and of itself. Where Storm's village was small and hidden in the middle of the forest, this town was Yelricia, and it was at the edge of a massive, MASSIVE open field between the edge of the forest and the mountains to the north. The town must have been a dozen times the size of Storm's home, and was filled with tall buildings made of roped together logs multiple stories tall, with a towering stone castle made of a golden-colored brick in the middle. Truly a sight to behold., though it was nothing he'd never seen before. The Yelricians were land-bound, and Storm's tribe was able to fly, except for Melodi and the slaves who could all hold their own in a fight. Yelricia was huge and a modern marvel of construction, but they were no warriors or hunters. Storm had already planned an attack - weeks in advance - in the case of negotiations gone sour.

They were taken through the completely empty, barren streets of Yelricia to a giant white fabric dome at the foot of the massive, towering castle. It was decorated in images of blue birds, wolves, and various other fauna, including a silhouette of what looked like a massive knotted cock lodged deep in a bitch vulva.

"Peculiar glyphs." Storm observed, pointing at the sexual imagery.

"It's my job, Fertility chief, and all that." Dasa said quickly, dismissing Storm as he pulled Melodi into the tent by her wrists.

Inside, both Storm and Melodi noticed the simplicity of his voodoo tent. There was a small bed on one end on the ground, a stool for sitting on, a table or eating on, and a small pile of rum, wine, and various other exotic spirits int he corner in a pit, likely to keep them cool. "Kind of a mess for a royal cleansing expert, or whatever you call yourself."

Dasa sat Melodi on his table and turned to look at Storm, who had puffed out his chest in some defiance. "The bed is where I sleep, the table is where I work, and the bottles -" he glanced over Storm's shoulder to look at the assorted booze, "-Are part of the ritual! So if you have a problem with it, you can leave! Or, if I can get to work, I need you to sit your feathered rump down and let me work my magic." He turned and looked back to Melodi as he picked up the stool and placed it behind him where Storm could grab it. He tossed his staff over onto the bed before resting both hands on Melodi's shoulders.

The gryph-mare was as confused as fuck. She had absolutely no idea if this was right, or what this was supposed to do. She was under the impression that she'd be cleansed publically, probably doused in liquid fire and set aflame or something terrible. The only reason she agreed to it was due to her immense healing ability that seemed to revive her from absolutely any harm, short of being decapitated or having a limb severed. Perhaps this wasn't so savage of them.

"Stand up, My dear." Dasa commanded. Melodi obeyed and stood straight up. She was only a few inches shorter than him, even though he was massive - about the same size as her chief Storm. "Good, good! Now, I'm going to lay down on this table here, and you...are going to dance out every single one of those spirits."

"What?" Melodi chirped, near-laughter.

"Yeah, care to explain this?" Storm growled, stepping forth between he and Dasa. "How is this going to cleanse her?"

Dasa paused and nodded before reaching over to grab one of his bottles to give to Melodi. "Right, first you must drink three full mouthfulls of this, then on the fourth, you must kiss me, and let me drink it right from your beak."

"What?!" Both Storm and Melodi growled.

"Oh, stop it you two, you knew that our methods aren't like yours. We must appease to the gods, you see." Dasa explained, taking the bottle from Melodi before taking a swig and giving it back. "Now, go ahead. Sit down Storm, or I'll have you expelled from the city."

Begrudgingly, Storm turned and gave Melodi a stern but confused look. "Fine, but if you hurt her, I'll gut you."

"Won't be an issue, darling. Now Melodi, the most gorgeous of gryph-mares, take a couple drinks and dance for me! The gods are watching, and you'll be amazed to see what comes out of you!"

Melodi stood in place for a moment before taking one long, drawn out drink from the bottle, splashes of the ripe wine dribbling over the sides of her beak, staining her feathers. Once she was done gulping it back, she tossed the bottle to Dasa and began her dance.

It was slow at first, gyrating her hips back and forth, beak gaped open gently as she stared directly in the voodoo chief's eyes as she leaned in, rubbing her crotch on him. If not for the skirt she wore, she would have been smearing pussy juice all over his knee.

"Very good my lady, very good indeed!" He marvelled, raising his hands to rest on her hips. "Keep at it dear, get closer. Take the skirt off!" He reached down and pulled the string that had tied up around her waist, immediately dropping the skirt to the dirt floor. She kicked it up at Storm with her hoof before leaning into Dasa.

"Now now dasa, if I must be bare, so must you!" She instructed as she leaned over him, grabbing at his robe, lifting her tail to show off her bits to Storm behind her. She looked over her shoulder and winked, assuring him she was fine and comfortable.

As soon as he saw her assurance, Storm calmed down and let a smile spread across his beak. Perhaps this wouldn't be all bad.

Melodi returned to looking at dasa, slowly untying the clasps on his chest until he was fully exposed from neck to crotch. Much to Melodi's surprise and perhaps a touch of delight, she could see a massive, thick, red, veiny tip poking out of his furred sheathe. "Oh? I thought I was here for a cleansing, not to be debauched."

Dasa grabbed the bottle and took another long swig before smiling. "To cleanse evil and impurities, one must do some dastardly deeds. It's all part of the process, my dear." He took one last swig and offered the bottle to Melodi, who took it without issue.

"Take the robe off, chief." She commanded before tossing her head back.

Dasa happily obliged, slipping his arms out of the sleeves and peeling it off his body to curl back over the table. "Yes M'lady"

Once she was done, she held her beak shut and crawled over him, rubbing her slit over his engorged but sheathed member, relishing in the sensations of its veined tip slipping between her folds. "Yesss! I can feel the spirits...leaving me!" She gasped as she released a thick wad of her femcum all over his sheathe fur. "Cleanse me!"

"You are cleansed of your impurity!" Dasa called out, bucking his hips into her, forcing his tip between her moist lips. Her flesh peeled his sheathe back, exposing a still mostly deflated knot as the furred slip of protective flesh easily rested beneath it. "But you must cleanse more! Dance again! Fill your role as Gryph-mare!" Dasa commanded.

"Oh, chief Dasa!" Melodi moaned, spreading her legs and pushing herself down on him, grinding her hips side to side to feel him push into her.

Storm couldn't handle it anymore. The sight of Melodi's shapely rump exposed and pulsating in delight was something he just couldn't say no to. Convinced of this Voodoo chief's unconventional but weirdly arousing methods, his cock was alert and ready for action. His own veined violet tip was exposed to the cool, damp air of the tent, so he gave it a little rub as he watched, assuming it'd be fine to enjoy himself.

Melodi looked back over her shoulder to see Storm pleasuring himself, so she cocked her head a bit to tell him to come over, giving a knowing wink. She pushed back down on Dasa's shaft, thrusting down onto him in tight intervals, her back undulating in waves like a snake. She could feel his shaft poke into her, spreading her lips wide and filling her cunt with canine meat. His knot kept grinding against her lips, so she kept pushing down, relaxing her pelvic muscles to let him in. Alas, the position just wasn't right, and his knot was growing outside of her.

Dasa coudn't help but moan in pleasure, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips up, growling as he clawed at her thighs to keep her in place, knot expanding just outside of her warm confines, but before he could force himself in her, he looked up to see the towering figure of Storm standing over the both of them. For a split second, he felt his knot lose some of its rigidity as he worried the gryphon warrior was planning on spearing him.

Much to his delight, storm was only interested in spearing his princess, right in her royal cunt! His cock was thick, hard, and just as big as Dasa's, though his knot was smoother and the flesh was purple. "Good, Chief Storm! Come on in, join in the ritual!"

Melodi panicked a bit as she looked back, Storm holding the tip of his cock only inches away from her rump. She could literally feel the moist heat emanating from it, slickening the underside of her tail, the musky scent triggering her estrus urges. Within seconds, her slit grew so moist it was virtually dripping with anticipation. "Fuck me, both of you!" she commanded. "And, uh, cleanse me of spirits and....fuck!" She moaned, tossing her head back to nibble at Storm's neck.

Storm growled under his breath and guided his cock against the rim of his princess's pussy, rubbing the tip between canine cock and velvet lips, smearing his own concoction of fluids against both of them before aiming it just above Dasa's and forcing it in, letting out a long moan of delight!

Dasa growled in pleasure and Melodi gasped as she felt both pointed rods filling her up. She was worried for a second, as she felt like she was going to tear in half, but then she remembered that she'd taken more and no torn. She would be fine. With renewed vigor and enthusiasm, she pushed back on both cocks, grinding her slit and gyrating her hips to rub each one back and forth as they took turns thrusting into her. Both knots were inflated completely, rubbing against one another as they pressed against her lips, testing her limits. She tried pushing back, hoping for her velvety slit to swallow them up, or at least one, but she couldn't quite make it.

After a moment of pained grunts and failed grinding, Melodi felt Storm's massive, powerful claws around her hips, pushing her down on both his and Dasa's powerful clubs. She could feel her lips parting wide as both members tried to swish around and find the most comfortable position inside her. She clenched her rump cheeks and shifted her contractions from side to side, clenching down and releasing until she felt both cocks were inside her comfortably.

"Be gentle you two." She cooed, nibbling on Dasa's neck as Storm clamped his beak on hers. She was in control. "But...Lord Storm, please, be rough!"

Storm knew precisely what she meant by that, so he bucked his hips up, clamped his claws down on her hips, and pushed as hard as he could, forcing every bit of his cock into her, knot and all!

Melodi let out a long, drawn out screech of bot pleasure and pain as her drake's knot squeezed into her and expanded within her, pressing Dasa's cock to the side and nearly pushing it out of her velvety, tender confines.

"No..." Dasa complained. "That is NOT how it works!" He let out a growl and pushed himself into her, holding onto her thighs and pushing her down on his member. He could feel his bulbous knot pressing against the outside of her cunny, seemingly blocked by the underside of Storm's knot, even though Storm's was smoother, not as good for tying.

Dasa reached around her rump and pushed his fingers into her from both sides, spreading out her vulva as far as they'd go, exposing slivers of her flesh to the air. He dragged his fingers down around the side of her opening until half of it was exposed, but he couldn't pry any more open due to her legs being in the way. He kept one set of fingers in her, tickling at the underside of his and Storm's cock with his claw as he brought his other up between her legs, rubbing at her clit before forcing two fingers into her from that angle.

Melodi let out another squawk as she shuddered in delight, her lips clenching, releasing a stream of her thick, mare cum all over his palm.

He used this to moisten more of his digigts, the dark side of his knot, and even the little crook in the top of her cunny, paying special attention to her clit with two of his fingers, coaxing more gentle coos and stream after stream of Femcum. The space between his legs and the underside of his balls was a small pool of Melodi's fluids.

"S-stop!" She whimpered. "I can't take anymore!" Her walls continued to clench around both Storm and Dasa's members, so much that even Storm's knotted cock almost slipped out of her. The excessive amount of her lubricants mixed with their sheathe fluids was immensely slick.

She was about as moistened as could be, and Dasa knew it, so did Storm. Melodi's chief was happy resting inside his princess, beak clamped down on her neck as he thrust gently, massive dog cock rubbing against the underside of his shaft, sliding in between the crook in the bottom of his knot. He was more than happy to let spurt after spurt of his seed erupt into her, filling her womb with his offering.

Dasa, however, knew this was the time. With all his might, he pushed up into Melodi's stretched cunny, knot rotating and adjusting itself as it pressed against her lips. He slipped and slid around until he felt her flesh cresting the sides of his knot. "Almost...There!" he grunted, "The ritual is almost complete..." and just as he finished his sentence, he felt his bulbous knot pop into her tender flesh. The sensation of gryph-mare cunny smothering his knot, filling in all the blanks and crevices between his and Storm's cocks was transcendent! The sensations were accented by the slight movements as he or Storm shifted weight, the small difference in angle made all the difference to Melodi's massacred flesh.

"You two..." She cooed gently, pelvic muscles tensing up, clit winking to suck both knots in deeper beside one another. She couldn't actually see her belly distending at the girth of both members inside her, but she could definitely feel the stretch. "Good job, I feel cleansed..." With that last word, she collapsed on Dasa, cunny tugging on both he and Storm's knots.

They could feel her heartbeat throbbing around their cocks, muscles contracting in waves from the outside inward, seemingly sucking the seed out of both of them, who had begun to climax in rythm with her contractions. Every time she constricted their members, another thick gooey wad of Canine and Gryphon cum exploded into her, mixing and slipping deeper into her womb or oozing out in the crevices between the two knots, trailing over their features and pooling on the ground between their legs beside the table.

Melodi was done with this, so she pulled forward until her Chief's knot slipped from her confines, a quick flood of cum gushing out with her. He happily pulled away and grabbed around the base of it, slapping her rump hole with the soaking wet tip before sliding his fingers down it to clean it of his cum. Dasa wasn't so eager to let his knot come free. He kept his hands on her hips, and kept his midsection thrust in an upwards position.

"Now now Dasa, you know it's over."

"The ritual..." He protested. "Must be tied!"

Storm laughed, a gentle chuckle as his cock slipped back into his sheathe. "Stop with the bullshitting. Just finish with my Princess so we can go to the king." he commanded. "But first..." he leaned down onto one knee so his beak was inches from Melodi's pulsating lips, prying them apart with his thumb to gape her open. "But first, I must truly cleanse my princess." He closed his eyes and hummed gently, prodding his tongue deep into her, lapping out all the cum that dared dribble out over the underside of Dasa's knot.

"W-what?" Dasa stammered. "What do you mean? I will have you-"

He was interruped by Melodi, who pressed a talon to his lips. She pressed her hips tight against his and clenched shut tight, forcing Storm's tongue from her confines. "Just enjoy it. We won't tell if you don't." She gave another wiggle before pulling herself off his knot, leaving the bulging shaft to plop down on the hooved canine's belly in a puddle of his cum and her fluids.

"But....But..."

"Nice try, Dasa. But, come to our village any time. You're more than welcome if you want another go at the most beatifule Gryph-Mare in the region" Storm offered. He grabbed up Melodi's skirt and his own tunic, put his own on while she put hers on, and they left the tent, the slightest stream of cum dribbling down her inner thigh. He looked back to the confused canine, cock still dangling out at full mast on the table. "By the way, it was when you obeyed her command that we knew for sure. No voodoo chief would let another command him. Good show, though. Best clean up this mess, or you'll need a cleansing, too!"