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Amocari breathed out a little sigh as she strolled through the garden. The noise caught the attention of her former-nanny turned handmaid, who shot her a look that said everything. Royalty did not partake in such mundane acts as sighing. The gryphoness straightened her back and pretended to be examining a flower, acting as if the noise had simply been her taking a deep breath of the lovely scent. Last thing she wanted was to have her corset tightened even more. She could barely breathe as it was, but deep gulps of air were for fish and commoners. At least that's what Nanny always said. As much as she loved the aging lynx, she could not wait until she was allowed more freedom in her own dress.

But that wouldn't happen until she was married. If she was lucky that is. If not, then she would be pressed into even more restrictive wears. Another sigh, masquerading as her enjoying a flower.

Seeing Nanny looking towards her, she transferred her attentions to another set of flowers, crooning as she stroked their petals with her trimmed talons. She remembered back when she was a cub, laying on a blanket as her mother read her stories and Nanny mended something nearby. Back then, her mind wove so many tales about what it would be like when she was grown up. The joy of having males lining up to court her. Suitors galore traveling for weeks in hopes of getting a glimpse of her beauty. Of being showered with gifts and favors.

Which she was getting all that. Kinda. Sorta.

Suitors had been arriving to see her from so many kingdoms. And they were giving her gifts and admiring her beauty. It was just poor luck that many of them were older than her, with firm ideas of just what their queens should be allowed to do. Oh, there were suitors around her age as well. They just seemed far more interested in the Hunts her father hosted than discussing the latest ideas that the philosophers and scholars were coming up with. Then there were a few that just made her skin crawl. Merely talking to some of them left her feeling as if she'd slept on a louse-infested bed.

Amocari returned to the bench she'd abandoned moments ago, settling in and opening the book she'd left there. Nanny looked over at her, working on one of her seemingly endless mending projects. "You shouldn't be about in your condition."

The gryphoness was able to conceal her annoyance with ease, after all Nanny was only concerned for her well-being. Turning a page, she breathed out a musical purr; "I feel much better out in the open than I do closed in my suite."

"Condition? Should I be worried that you might be catching?" It took all her years of education to keep from calling out in surprise at the voice. Although there was a small ruffling of her feathers.

Amocari glanced over her shoulder and saw the grinning face of one of her long-term friends crouched in the brush. She breathed under her breath, "It is poor form to sneak up on a Lady like that." She glanced at the lynx, "Nanny asked the guards to keep others out of the garden till I return to my chambers. If she catches you here then you will receive a nasty scolding. Not to mention what the gardener will do if he finds out you've been crouching in his flower bed."

Grel grinned at her and moved just enough to sit on a stone bench, screened by a brush from the cat's watchful eye. He was one of her oldest friends, a crimson dragon and prince from a nearby, friendly kingdom. Keeping her eyes on her book, she let her tail curl against her leg slowly. "We certainly wouldn't want that. Last time that old badger caught me in the flowerbeds, he was ready to skin me until you talked him down." She giggled as she remembered that. "What condition is dear ol' Nanny talking about? Should I be worried that I could catch it from you?"

Her cheeks flushed under her snowy feathers as she turned the page on her book. "If you could suffer from this condition, then it would indeed surprise me." As if it knew she were talking about it, she felt a warmth stirring in her belly. Shifting on the bench to hide an uncomfortable squirm, she glanced over at the dragon. The genuine concern in his eyes made her relax and a smile flick over her features. "It is something that only females suffer from, and only at certain times of the year."

"Oh." His eyes lit up after a moment, cheeks turning a darker red; "Oooh."

She couldn't help but giggle, covering it as if she read something amusing in the book. Her mirth faded quickly enough though when she thought back to breakfast with her parents. "It means I have to pick a suitor soon though." Without looking, she could imagine the dragon tilting his head cutely. "Mother says that it is tradition that, at my age, when a Royal Lady goes into..." She cleared her throat, "When inflamed, that she picks her husband before the fire cools." Her head hung slightly, "And father is insistent that I pick from the suitors he has lined up."

Grel snorted softly, Amocari having to cover the noise with a faked sneeze. "One of those blowhards?None of them are really your type, Songbird. The ones that aren't old enough to be your father are just hunt-hungry. And there are a few that I am certain wouldn't know how to open a door if the instructions were being shouted at them." He looked at the gryphoness, waiting for a giggle or something. She simply lowered her head, seeming more interested in her book than anything else at the moment.

He felt a twinge in his chest at the thought of her being married off to some codger just for political gain. Leaning his head back, he looked up at the skies and blinked as an idea flicked through his head. The dragon's features screwed up for a moment as he thought about it before his eyes widened and cheeks began to burn. His head snapped over to look at the gryphoness's back as she scanned her book. Could he? Could they? Well, they could certainly physically do the deed, but their kingdoms already had a long-standing alliance. It would make far more sense for her to seek a marriage that would better her kingdom's standing. Just thinking about losing her made his heart ache. Grel licked his dry lips and spoke carefully. "There is one possible suitor that you could choose. A charming, handsome dragon that has been at the castle for a long time."

Feeling very nervous, he kept a watch on her out of the corner of his eye. He could see the gears turning in her head, feathers shifting as her brain worked. The gryphon's eartuffs folded back slightly, "You mean Kyar?" she almost choked on the name, wondering how her friend could suggest such a thing.

Grel's features screwed up when she mentioned that son of a lizard's name. While he had been one of the first suitors to arrive, and a strikingly handsome one at that, both of them had turned up some rather nasty rumors about the male. Some of them Grel himself had confirmed when the other drake had invited him out for drinks. "No, I mean me." Looking down, he tapped his talons against each other. "I mean, we don't have to make it pubically known. If your parents just uncover that you are pregnant, then maybe they'll give you some more time to choose."

Amocari's back stiffened as her nares flushed bright at the dragon's suggestion. Her mind raced and reeled, turning in quick circles that led her thinking nowhere but back in on itself. Grel was a younger son of his father, his own kingdom in the sure hands of his older brother. He'd been fostered here for years. She was friends with his entire family, and he hers. Picking one of the other suitors would be a wiser choice, politically speaking. Her body spoke for itself, fires roaring to life as she thought about allowing her friend to be the one to claim her first. Now she could not hide the squirm as the fires spread from her belly and raged through her veins. Her heart leapt as Nanny spotted her discomfort and started to pack her things, steel in the cat's eyes. Quickly, the gryphoness closed her book and hissed, "Okay. I'll be in the tower tonight when the moon is high." Then, before her handmaid could get close enough to see the dragon, she stood up and hurried towards the lynx. "Nanny, I am feeling a bit flush. Do you mind if we retire to my suite for the night?"

The lynx nodded, her shoulders relaxing. "I'll send word to your parents and have your dinner brought up." Linking arms with her ward, the feline guided her from the gardens. "Told you that you shouldn't have exerted yourself."

"Yes, Nanny."

Grel stayed on the bench for several long moments, sitting so stiff one might think that he had been impaled there. He had a strange half-smile on his face, unable to believe that she had really taken him up on the offer. He licked his lips and glanced around the gardens, deciding to stay where he was for a moment longer. Underneath the flowers' perfume, his powerful nose had picked up the scent of his songbird and it had... well, it made it father difficult to walk without attracting some unwanted attentions. Breathing nice and slow, he angled his head back to gaze up at the clouds. Cheeks flushed as he saw a fluffy white cloud that resembled the gryphoness, if only in his mind. Hurriedly, he stood from the bench, taking a moment to adjust himself, before hurrying away. If he chose his path wisely, he might be able to make it back to his chambers without bumping into anyone. Then perhaps a cold bath. Maybe a frigid one to calm himself. Plotting out his path in his mind, he hurried from the gardens.

The gardens were quiet for a moment after being abandoned. A large shape moved from a stand of trees, his green coloring and dark clothing doing well to help him hide amongst the greenery. Kyar snorted after the other dragon, a smile curling across his muzzle. So, the little princess and Amocari were planning to slip off on their own and ruin his plans. Well, he was never one to let a little thing like other people's dreams get in the way of what he wanted. He licked his chops nosily as he fondled his own bulge. Well, if that's how things were going to be then he would just have to offer his own opinion on the matter. Perhaps after she saw her friend degraded before her very eyes, the gryphoness would change her tune.

Hours passed, seeming to creep by at a leisurely pace. Amocari lay on her bed in nothing more than her feathers, the room feeling far too warm to her to be wearing anything more. She had taken her dinner in her room, rather than face her parents. Part of her was afraid that if she saw them, then they'd somehow uncover her plan to meet up with Grel and stop her.

Just thinking about her friend caused a flush to surge through her body. Warmth flared in her loins and spread throughout her form as her mind lingered on the dragon. The way the sun glinted off his scales, his laugh, that cute little nose wrinkle he did when she bested him in a game, and the way his clothes slid over his scaled form. Her eyes narrowed as a soft huff came from her beak, nares flushing as she began to mentally peel away the layers of his clothing. Smooth scales glistening over honed muscles, sparkling as he moved his arms as if to embrace her. She could just imagine his warm breath puffing against her head as he nuzzled into her feathers. His form a soothing presence as he laid her down, body willingly parting as he advanced on her. The daydream shifted down, tracking over his powerful chest and down towards his lower parts.

With burning nares, the gryphoness shook herself from the daydream. One of her hands had ventured down along her body, fingers perilously close to her aching loins. Oh how she longed to continue the dream, to bury her digits into her privates and bring herself to a screeching climax. Some primal side of her wanted to let the whole of the palace know that she craved a mate, that her body longed to carry the young of a virile male.

It was with the greatest of will power that she was able to pull her hand from her fevered belly. She held her breath as she pulled back her bed curtain and peered into the darkness of her room. A dim light shone under her doorway. Nanny always left one burning in the sitting room overnight. If she strained her ears, she could just hear the older feline's soft snores coming from her rooms. Cari's heart leapt for joy at that noise. Easing her curtains back further, the pale gryphoness slid from her bed and padded silently to the door. She held her breath as she eased the door open, praying that the hinges didn't creak. It'd be just her luck if they shrieked this time.

The hinges were whisper quiet, as if they were willing to help her. Pressing her beak to the cracked door, she peered out into the sitting room. The fires were banked, still giving off a bit of warmth, and the single candle flickered in its holder. The gryphoness's heart leapt in her chest as she hurriedly pushed the door shut. She didn't need a light to find what she needed. There had been plenty of times where she had slipped out at night before, usually to go on a late night kitchen raid, so she had some clothing hidden away for just such occasions. Her hands were shaking with nervous energy as she gathered up the clothing and quickly pulled it on. Dark shirt and dark pants, yes pants! Oh the scandals that would race through the court if she were caught wearing such things. In a way, it made this even more thrilling.

Amocari shimmied into her clothing and blushed as her loincloth brushed against her swollen mound. The gryphoness let out a soft huff and snugged up the clothing before pulling on a couple more layers of some older, but well kept things. Within moments, she transformed from Princess Amocari, to the servant Lani. One thing she'd learned a long time ago is that most people paid servants about as much mind as they might a chair or desk. Adjusting her clothing, she fidgeted for a moment before slipping out of her rooms.

She couldn't help but feel a little nervous flutter in her belly as she moved down the halls at a brisk pace. It had been nearly impossible to miss the looks she'd been getting from the male members of court the last couple days. None had made any moves against her, partly due to her rank, but mostly due to Nanny's glowering presence. Those thin protections were gone now that she was in the guise of Lani. One didn't have to be a rumormonger to know what some of the courtiers got up to with the maids. More than a few had to be shuffled around due to... inconveniences. And that was the last thing she wanted to happen tonight. Well, not by some random courtier. Just the thought of one of them cornering her in a supply room, tearing off her clothes as they pinned her to the bed so they could slide up behind her and...

Realizing that she'd stopped walking, the gryphoness ducked her head with a blush and hurried onward. She knew the palace as well as she knew her own body, having long since discovered all of its little hidden paths and secrets. As a cub, she'd given Nanny quite the run around the palace. The servants loved to use some of the shortcuts, most of which were far too small for the grand outfits that courtiers favored. There were a few more that even the servants didn't use, mostly because of inconvenience, and these were the ones she stuck to. Wouldn't do to have someone recognize her while she was on her way to the meeting.

Time crawled as she moved through the halls, heart hammering in her chest. It seemed to take an eternity until she was climbing the stairs of the tower. No one had used this tower for anything more than storage in years. She and Grel had been coming up here for ages, and had even moved some of the furniture around to make a cozy little place to spend most of the day if they wished. They knew that others used it, since they'd often find a new bottle of wine or block of cheese placed up there. Cheeks flushed at the thought of someone coming up there for another midnight rendezvous while she and her dragon were consummating their relationship.

Her pace slowed as she neared the top of the stairs, eartuffs standing tall as they picked up the sound of someone moving around beyond the cracked door. The door swung open as she crept towards it, a large form silhouetted against a small fire. A huff came from the large figure as its arms crossed, "The Royal Princess, Lady Amocari, skulking about at night. In pants no less! The scandal!"

She clicked her beak in annoyance at Grel, "What would they say if they saw her? However, I doubt the rumors would stick too much if they find out that Grel was waiting for a clandestine meeting in a forgotten tower. To impregnate someone, no less."

The mention of why they were both there caused the pair to blush, shuffling their feet for a moment as they looked over each other. Grel finally stepped back and gave a bow, waving her in. Standing tall, she smiled and felt her nares flush as she strolled into the room, tail swishing behind her. The dragon felt his knees grow weak as her scent wafted past him. Between that, and the grace of her movement, he couldn't resist purring as he shut the door, "Gods, you're beautiful." She turned towards him with wide, surprised eyes as he swept her up in his arms. Her body was stiff with surprise as he leaned in to kiss her, arms pinned against his chest. For an instant, he worried that he had moved too quickly. The fears vanished as her arms moved up to wrap around his neck, head angling just so as she deepened the kiss. He breathed out a purr as he opened his maw, feeling her warmth radiating into his body.

Amocari moaned into the kiss as she felt his warmth soaking into her body, arching against the larger male. Her tail twitched and flicked behind her as she felt that heat building in her body. She had been expecting to sit and flirt with him for a bit over a few glasses of wine, to take things slowly; but now that she was in his arms her body was screaming at her for more. She felt his tongue tentatively slid against her beak and greeted it with her own. The muscles touched, then twined around one another as he breathed out a soft moan, the gryphoness responding with one of her own. She took a half-step backwards, the dragon moving with her to keep his body against hers. The pair moved as if dancing, bodies conforming to each other. The bed bumped against her leg, causing her to lift it. His hand swept over her raised limb, sending shivers racing through her as they finally broke the kiss as she laid on the bedding, legs hanging off the side. She huffed, cheeks burning under her feathers as she felt something hard and hot pressing against her through their layers of clothing.

Grel licked his dry lips and gave a shaky smile as he loomed over her. "I had brought some good wine. Thought we might need a glass or two each, but your presence is intoxicating enough."

The gryphoness flushed as her ran over his side, shivering at the feel of the dragon resting between her legs. Heat flared through her body as she breathed in his scent, beak trembling a bit as she fought back a moan. "Keep trying to flatter me like that and I might just go back to my quarters."

His expression turned worried as he leaned back just a little, "Do you want to?" She could hear the tension in his voice, feel how his arms shook as if he was fighting with himself.

A soft coo slipped from her beak as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his chest down against hers. "No."

That simple word carried a surprising amount of weight behind it. It spoke of her desire to be with him, of the love that she had for the dragon, and of the joy she had simply being here. His chest rumble with a purr as he leaned in to kiss her, the noise turning into a lusty growl. Arching up towards him, she nibbled along his jawline as her hands roamed over his chest, gathering up his shirt and pulling at it. Grel pulled away to help her rid him of the shirt, revealing his scaled chest. She let out a breathy purr as her hands roamed over his scales, feeling how the muscles shifted under them. Eyes narrowed as she let her fingers trace over the dividing line between his red scales and white underside. His fingers slid over her arms before venturing lower to pull at her shirt as well. Feathers mantled as her chest was bared to the drake, wings fluttering nervously. Grel's purr washed over her as he kissed her, hand sweeping over her back

Amocari arched towards her lover, breathing out the sweetest of whimpers as she breathed in his scent. Her head was spinning, barely aware of the world beyond her dragon's existence. While she was aware of them moving up the bed, it didn't matter to her until she felt a cool waft of air across her blazing privates. Her cheeks were burning as hot as her loins as the crimson male leaned back, her pants in hand. Manners and décor screamed at her to hide herself, but instincts squashed her upbringing, encouraging her to arch and reveal herself to her chosen male. His eyes light up as his continuous purring flavored with a low moan. The gryphoness offered a shaky smile as she moved a foot to gently nudge against the bulge straining against the dragon's pants. "Hardly proper manners to divulge my secrets without you sharing."

He huffed a laugh, "Forgive me." The dragon was reluctant to pull away from her so he could shed his pants, but parted with a quick lick to her beak. She nipped at it and churred as she lay back, sultry eyes watching as he fumbled with his pants. Her feathers gained a mischievous ruffle as her foot came back around, letting her toes tickle against his package as she breathed out a croon. Grel groaned, shuddering against the touches as he finally managed to get his pants to loosen. Sliding off the bed, he let the pants slide down, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock leapt free of the fabric and hit the cool air. A gasp came from the gryphoness as she sat up, eyes widening as she looked at his sword. Stepping out of his pants, he moved onto the bed, crawling towards her as his purrs took on a lustier note. "Are you sure you want to do this, Cari?"

Her head lifted to keep a watch on that spire as it neared her. Did she really want to do this? His question made her pause for a second and think as the dragon held himself over her. If she was truly honest with herself, she would readily admit that she wasn't ready for this. She'd always told herself that she would buck tradition and be married for several years before young were brought into the picture. However, as she got closer to her season and her father began to bring in the suitors, she saw just how futile her resistance was. Before the time faded, she would be hand fasted to someone. All to ensure that she could produce heirs. No one wanted an infertile queen, after all.

She nodded and slipped her thighs against his hips, inviting him down towards her. "Yes," she squeaked, pressing her head into his neck to breathe in his scent. Her body arched as he lowered himself down, basking in the warmth coming from him. Cheeks flushed hotter as his hard, burning length pressed against her nethers. She pushed herself into the feather mattress and arched into her lover. He breathed out a low groan, hips shifting against hers slowly. The underside of his thick, ridged length spread her blazing flower, rippling across swollen petals. They shared a groan as the scent of her estrus combined with his thick musky scent. Her eyelids fluttered as she breathed in that rich aroma, feeling the blood rush to her mound. Moisture leaked from her peach and spread across his length as he rubbed over her. A shiver raced through the dragon's body as the heat radiating from her privates soaked into his cock. He breathed out a moan as his saber grew harder than it ever had before, a dull ache quickly forming as it begged to be buried into his love. Grel eased his hips back, drawing huffs and moans from both of them as his hard member slid against her silken folds. He paused as his tip slipped down and just began to spread her entrance. She lifted her legs and nudged her thighs against his hips, inviting him into her.

Grel's purr turned into a deep groan as he pushed forward, slowly spreading the gryphon princess open around his shaft. Her beak hung open as she croaked out a groan, thighs squeezing the dragon's body. She had used her fingers on herself before, especially with the recent need her heat. Her fingers compared to this in the same way a simple broth compared to a feast. Her insides ached from his girth, but the discomfort faded away quickly enough, replaced by an unworldly pleasure. Grel fed more of his girth into her, sinking ever deeper. The gryphon's furnace held tight to his spire, molding itself perfectly to his flesh. An eternity passed as he slipped into her. Monarchs lived and died. Whole empires rose, flourished, and crumbled away. Stars were born, blazed brightly, and flared out.

Then, all too quickly, she felt his body pushing flush against hers. He arched his body over her, breathing out a hiss as her tunnel pulsed around his cock. "Never felt anything like this before," he groaned through clenched teeth. His knot was already starting to grow, coaxed to life by her constant milking. Drawing back, he huffed as the cooler air washed over his wet length.

Cari voiced a whimper at the empty feeling inside of her, arching up towards her dragon lover. "Have you..." she huffed, "I mean, have you done this before?"

Now it was Grel's turn to blush, cheeks coloring a darker red as he hovered over his princess. "When a male comes of age, it is customary for his parents to hire a..." he shivered as her insides rolled against his tip, making the quest for the right word even harder. "Professional." They shared as breathless moan as he thrust into the gryphoness, body slapping against hers softly. Amocari breathed out a purring moan as he breathed out a lusty rumble. "Felt nothing like this." He ran his hand along the gryphon's cheek, nuzzling into her beak. "With her, it was a courtly dance. With you, it is..."

"Indescribable?" she purred, arching against the dragon and pulling him closer to her form. He nodded as he rocked his hips against her, that silken furnace heating his iron rod, forging into it into a tool to bring about their children. Cheeks burned as the gryphoness rolled her form against his, draping her arms around his neck. "Enough flattery, my love, you already have me in bed." She breathed out a panting giggle, "Why don't you show me what this 'professional' taught you."

Grel nodded quickly, rocking his hips against the gryphoness's soft body. He could feel his tip knocking against the door to her temple, requesting entrance. The male's eyes narrowed as he pulled back slowly. Cheeks flushed as the memory of that night came back to him. Should he tell Amocari that while he was with that working female, he had been thinking of her? Giving his lover a firm thrust, he breathed out a louder groan as his eyes rolled back in his head. Maybe at another time, he had more important matters to attend to. Licking over her beak, he huffed, "Gentle or rough?"

The female squirmed against her dragon, body aching for more of him. "I need it." While it was only three simple words, they spoke volumes to the dragon. Romance could wait for now. Grel's growl vibrated through her as he leaned back and braced himself on the bed. There was something in the tune of his noise that sent joyful shivers racing down her spine and made her belly flutter with anticipation. His next thrust was harder, rocking her into the feather mattress. One hand held tight to his neck as the other flew to the pillow, grabbing hold as she arched with a pleased gasp. The male moved faster, body driving against hers harder. The slick sounds of their lovemaking filled the tower, her body making the most blush-worthy noises as it clung to his rigid flesh. The dragon's heavy sac smacked against her rear with each thrust, laden with his glorious seed. She lifted her head and glanced down their bodies. Her beak hung open in a panting gasp as she caught sight of their joining, his flesh glistening in the candlelight. There was something thicker near his base that was stretching her folds each time he drove his hips forward. Before she could form the word to ask what it was, the drake pushed his entirety into her and began to rock his hips quickly. That thickness stretched her insides as it blossomed inside of her flower. Throwing her head, the gryphoness sang her pleasure as it pressed against a special spot inside of her body. Wings beat against the bedding as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling her violently against him as her entire world exploded.

Grel ground his teeth as his engorged member was squeezed so tightly. Her lips clamped down behind his knot, feeling as if they'd never let him go. Deep inside, the door to her sacred womb opened enough to allow his tip to push through, clearing the path to their future children. Blood rushed from to his member, leaving him lightheaded as his spine arched and wings flared. He tried to roar out, but pleasure cut the noise into a croaked groan. Trapped flesh gave one last swell, firmly locking himself inside of the gryphoness as he began to unleash his seed. Hips rolled against her with each spray, heavy balls twitching against her backside as he gave her every last drop of his essence. Amocari breathed out a purr and arched against him, nuzzling into his neck as her eartuffs laid back.

"Isn't that sweet."

The pair jumped at that purred voice, Cari stiffling a moan into Grel's throat as he thrust deeper into her with the jerk. Both heads swiveled towards the door as a figure stepped through. Kyar strode through the doorway, fully nude, with only his sword in one hand and a blade in the other. Advancing on them, he breathed out a hiss as his fingers teased over his fully erect member, twirling his wicked dagger in his other hand. Cari's cheeks flushed at the sight of the other male, but the gryphoness recovered quickly enough and hissed. "What are you doing in here?" as she grabbed at the covers, pulling them to preserve her modesty.

A growl tore its way up his throat, "What am I doing here? Why, I am only coming for my fair shot." His eyes danced between the pair as he breathed in the sex-laden air with a shudder. "Hardly sporting to give a male, who wasn't even invited here as a suitor, this opportunity to..." he licked his lips, "impress you." The green dragon's voice dropped as he reached behind him to grab the door. "I've come to prove who is the better male." Jerking the door shut, it slammed with a thunderous bang that made the pair jump once again.

Grel hissed, both in annoyance and from the feeling of his lover's body rolling against his. "You are neither invited, nor are you wanted here. Leave before we call the guards."

Lunging across the room, Kyar leapt onto the bed behind Grel. In a flash, he had one hand wrapped around the other dragon's muzzle, wrenching it back as he placed his dagger to the male's throat. "Go ahead and call for the guards. By the time they get here, I'll be dressed and your lover will be dead." His face twisted into a perfect mask of sorrow. "It is a shame that I was unable to get here before the cad raped, and possibly impregnated, the dear princess." He gave a mocking sob, "I tried to pull him off her, but he fought back and I was forced to slit his vile throat." Pressing the blade tighter against Grel's throat, he hissed as he leaned forward, peering into Amocari's eyes. "No doubt the princess will lie to save her dear friend's dignity. I can only hope the ordeal didn't give her too much of a fright."

Amocari narrowed her eyes and hissed at the invading male, cheeks flushing under her feathers as she was pressed as she was pressed deeper into the mattress. "My father would never believe it." A shiver ran through her body as her insides rolled against Grel's member. Her eyes flicked down towards the dagger as it scratched against the drake's scales. "What do we have to do to get you to leave?"

A grin spread across Kyar's muzzle, "Straight to business. I like it." Turning his head, he gave Grel's neck a firm nip. The male produced a strip of cloth and tossed it onto the bed next to her. "Wrap his muzzle up. Don't want him to start making too much noise and bring in the guards now do we?" The red dragon continued to hiss, but gave a barely perceptible nod. A flutter of fear raced through her belly as she wrapped her lover's muzzle with the cloth. It wrapped around his maw several times before the green male growled, " Tie it off." Grel growled, but held still as she tied off a quick knot in the ribbon. "Very good," came the disgusting purr, "Now, wrap your arms around his neck." Amocari laid her ears back and breathed out a little hiss of her own before complying. Kyar produced another length of cloth and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them tightly together. She hissed as the ribbon dug into her wrists, trapping them together.

The male breathed out a rumbling purr, "There, now we can all play nice. And as long as none of us make too much noise..." he scratched the knife against Grel's neck, "Then we can all have a good time." Finally removing the knife, he slid further down on the bed. Amocari looked into Grel's eyes, seeing the same worry in his expression that was churning in her gut. Pulling his head close to her chest, she murmured soft encouragements to her lover.

Kyar felt a tremor of joy race through his body as he slid down Grel's body, planting sensuous little kisses down the other male's back. Each time his lips met those crimson scales, the other male would twitch and try to pull away. Which in turn would make the gryphoness bite back a moan as he pushed deeper into her body. Ah, and how could he forget about her? The room reeked of her heat stench and it had his dick as hard as a steel rod. Quickly moving lower down on the bed, he grabbed the drake's tail and lifted it up, exposing Grel's privates and his pucker. The thick limb twitched and tried to push down to shield his privates. Kyar let out a low growl and forced it back up, making the tail curl upwards like a good bitch's should. The tail pushed back against his hand, trying to lower.

He growled, "It you want to keep your balls, then you're gonna keep this up." Opening his maw, he just barely let his teeth brush against Grel's sac. The red male's body twitched at the touch of the teeth, but male complied and hiked his tail upward. Kyar's growl turned into a deep purr as his tongue snaked out around the balls. His eyes narrowed as he tasted a bit of the gryphoness, as well as the drake's musk, on the heavy orbs. A deep groan clawed its way up his throat as his member pressed tight against his belly. Rolling his hips, the green dragon let his hard shaft drag over the bedding. His tongue swept up along the other male's taint before circling that tight pucker.

The muscle trembled against the touch of his tongue. Kyar took just a moment to allow the muscle to bath the ring. If there was one thing more arousing than the gryphoness's scent, it was how Grel was squirming under his touch. Tight muscles trembled and resisted his tongue for only an instant before allowing the muscle to slide in. The red dragon drew in a hissed breath as Kyar worked that tongue in and twirled it around. It wasn't the first time he'd ever done this to a male. He loved to find a little girl that was in heat, then take a deep breath of her while buggering his manservant up the ass.

Better than winding up with a bastard. Not that he didn't have a couple of those running around somewhere.

He rolled his tongue against Grel's insides. It only took a second before he found his target. The other drake hissed louder, feet pressing against the bed as Kyar rolled his tongue against the male's prostate. Amocari hiss as well, toes curling, as her lover pushed himself deeper into her. His balls trembled under the pleasurable assault, claws digging into the bedding as he huffed. Kyar grabbed onto the male's hips, spreading those cheeks apart to let him press even deeper. Breathing in his rival's scent, the dragon let out a growling purr as he kneaded that firm rear. Drawing back, he swirled his tongue around that tight ring before delving inside once again. Muscles parted more readily this time, massaging rather than trying to crush his tongue.

Looked like Grel was ready to learn who the alpha male was.

Kyar licked his lips as he sat up, spreading those ass cheeks wider as he moved forward on the bedding. Amocari tightened her grip on Grel's neck to keep the male from looking back as the green dragon moved over his red rival. The gryphoness breathed out a hiss, eartuffs flat as she glared at him. The larger green dragon laughed as he pressed his raging hard member against Grel's backside. "Such a dirty look when I am doing you a favor." Using his body to force that thick tail higher, he reached down to line himself up with the red's backdoor. "I am about to make Grel here show his true colors. And then, I will make you mine." His teeth clicked as his growl vibrated his jaws, "This I swear."

A single thrust was all it took to bury his length into his rival's backside. The red male hissed and tensed under him, making his rear clench pleasantly around his breeder. Rumbling out a purr, Kyar drew his hips back before slamming in, driving his rival into the gryphon's soft embrace. Her glare faltered for a moment as her needful insides were stimulated once again. Kyar arched his back proudly and flared his wings, "Ah, glorious! I wonder if I can make both my partners squirm with delight during this appetizer." Talons dug into crimson scales, jerking the male back as he withdrew before. Throwing his weight forward, he drove his competition deep into those fertile folds.

Amocari's throat tightened around a pleased hiss as Grel's member began to slide around inside of her once again. His knot had started to shrink soon after Kyar interrupted them, but it was already starting to swell again. Tearing her eyes away from Kyar's penetrating gaze, she looked instead towards the wall as her nares burned hot. Each of the interloper's thrusts made that bulge pop against her swollen lips. Her hips began to rock against the motions, legs against his flanks.

Grel shivered, stuck between the two. The incredible pleasure of Amocari's tunnel bathed his form, silently encouraging him to father her eggs. And the strange blend of pleasure and pain radiating from his backside as Kyar treated him like a brood mare. The two mingled and swirled in his lower half, making his balls churn and tighten as his eyes shut. Each breath came in a short pant, inhaling Amocari's sweet perfume. Gradually, Kyar's harsher cologne began to attack his nose in the same fashion that the male was invading his body. He trembled as those silken lips slipped over his knot and caught once again, cradling him tenderly. Both Amocari and he yelped as the brutish male pulled back, testing their joining. He chuckled something, but Grel couldn't hear him over the roaring that filled his head.

She twisted under the assault from the two dragons, throat fighting against the moan as her lover's fat knot became trapped inside of her once again. His tip easily slipped through her cervix, ready to add more of his seed to her waiting eggs. Each plunge made her insides tighten that much more. Rolling her head, she pushed her beak into his scales as his hot breath puffed against her neck. The red dragon's body trembled before pushing forward with a muffled roar. Amocari felt his heavy balls press tight against her and lift as he emptied himself into her once again. Pressing against him, she breathed a quiet purr, just for her lover, as she tried to ignore the intruder.

Kyar snarled over the pair as he felt Grel's back passage start to clench around his cock. Nostrils flared with anger as he looked over the tender display between His Princess and the rival male. Digging his talons deeper into that scaled hide, he laid into the male. Gut tensed as he felt the dragon squirming under him, tail lashing against his chest. It was only a matter of seconds before he arched and let out his own low roar, seed spraying into Grel and forever marking him as the dragon-bitch that he was.

The trio rested for a moment as the males emptied their orbs into their partners. Kyar barely let a few bursts of his seed fire into the crimson ass before he withdrew and allowed his cream to paint the male's backside. Grel hissed through his bound muzzle, twisting his head to look over his shoulder. If looks could kill, Kyar would be filled with daggers at that point. "I will allow her to look at me like that because she is royalty worthy of me. You however," his fist cracked against Grel's head. The red dragon reeled, eyes rolling back in his head as the fist came down again. Kyar shook out his hand as his rival slumped forward. "You are nothing more than a bitch, barely fit to be bent over and fucked in an alley."

Amocari hissed, talons curling as her wrists fought the bonds. "How dare you! I will see you hung!"

Kyar cut her off with a backhand, her head snapping to the side. His voice grew cold as he growled, "That is enough out of you. One more word and I will open his throat without a second thought." Grabbing her face, he forced her to look at him, "Is that understood?" Tears gathered in her eyes as she nodded, cheek burning from the strike. "Good. Now, I believe he has soiled you far more than he should have been allowed." Sliding his hand under the unconscious dragon, he felt along their joining. Deft fingers worked her lips back along that heavily swollen knot. It took a moment of work, and no small amount of whimpering from the gryphoness, but he was able to remove the offending member from her privates. She gasped as she was left empty, a trickle of seed running from her ruby privates. Kyar pushed Grel off the bed as if he were nothing more than a sack of laundry, the red male hitting the ground with a heavy thud. "Now, my dear Princess, if you will kindly position yourself on your hands and knees."

"Please, you don't have to do this, Kyar. Just leave us..." Eartuffs laid back as his hand flew up, beak quivering with a whimper. Shifting on the bed, she started over onto all fours. The male quickly grew impatient and grabbed her body, forcing her into the position.

He grabbed her tail and lifted it high over her back, exposing her privates to him as he moved in behind her with a snarl. "I would have treated you like the royalty you are, but you have tested my patience more than enough tonight." He grunted as he drove his cock into her folds, feeling the hot tunnel wrap around him. Not nearly as tight as he would have liked, but that was due to her own promiscuous actions with the knotted dragon. He breathed out a groan as her heat soaked into his groin, hot lips pressed tight against his thick base. Shoving a hand between her wings, he drove her down to the bed as he rolled his hips against her. His member twitched inside of her form, springing back up the instant her tunnel twitched around it. "Instead, I am going to treat you like the lowest maid." Leaning forward, he bit at her neck and rammed his body against hers. "If you are good, then eventually you can work your way up to street whore."

She breathed out a soft sob as the male began to slam his body into hers. He was far harder with her than he had even been with Grel. The male's hard, rough scales scraped and slapped against her soft backside. It was only moments before her body began to ache from the abuse. Regardless of how brutal he was her body still longed for a male. Even an unwelcome one. Budding pleasure mingled with pain as the male claimed her with his body. Claws scratched at her body, raising welts under her white pelt. Teeth dug into her shoulder and neck as his lustful growl rolled over her. Even as rough as he was being, there was a method behind his brutality. Kyar began to expertly play her body, rough fingers finding the right places to work over as his mating bites made her tremble.

He made the entire bed creak and crack as he threw himself against the slender princess. Thick drool ran from his lips and dripped onto her feathers as he narrowed his eyes with a huff. "That bitch-male planted two loads into you, didn't he?" Rearing back, he shoved Amocari onto her side, lifting a leg up against his chest before leaning forward again. "I wonder how many I can put in you before the morning light dawns?" Throwing himself forward, he ripped into the bedding to get a better grip. "Five? Or should I try for six?" He breathed out a laugh as all four sets of claws tore into the mattress, the male putting every inch of his body into fucking the gryphon. "Not that it matters. You will bear my brood again and again before you wear out."

Amocari tried to avoid looking at the male, tried to put her mind somewhere else, but he was making that impossible. She could only move limply as he shifted her around. Eyes clenched shut as he pushed her leg up against her side, muscles screaming. Driving harder, he rolled his thick base against her insides, tip digging deep into her. Not as deep as Grel had delved, but deep enough to do the job it was made for. Her insides rolled with building pleasure, hips involuntarily rolling against the male.

Kyar snarled, "There you are. You cried for him, and now you're going to scream for me! Let it out, Princess." She clenched her beak, hands twisting against their bonds as her body bucked and rolled against her will. Ripping a hand free of the bedding, his talons homed right in on her engorged clit. Eyes snapped open as he toyed with it, her body vibrating like an over wound spring. She fought against that raising screech, but he pushed with her body's frantic motions. The male's experience won out and she loosed a shrill cry as her insides exploded, juices gushing against his rough hide. His snarling roar joined her cry as he pushed hard against her, balls leaping as they pumped their treasure into her.

Falling against the bed, she could only pant as the room rolled around her. Despite his climax seconds before, Kyar was far from finished with her. Before he even finished depositing his seed into her, he was rolling the gryphoness over again. With her back on all fours, he began to make shorter thrusts, using his body to press her down into the bedding. Squirming, she let out a muffled groan from his weight as the male began to smother her. Her ears filled with the sound of his grunts and the wet slapping of his hips against hers, juices trickling down her thighs.

Crack!

The noise made Amocari jump, since it came from right by her head. Kyar went still over her for a moment before starting to move again. Her trapped hands kneaded at her belly as she huffed. The male lifted away, probably to change position again and humiliate her even further. A grunt came from above as the weight left her. "Cari?"

Turning her head and opening her eye slowly, she saw Grel's worried expression. The red male was holding a, now broken, stool leg. Without thinking, she launched herself from under Kyar's prone form and into her lover's arms. She barely made it halfway before collapsing. Rushing forward, the dragon caught her and lowered her to the bed, shushing gently.

Grel paced in front of the door, occasionally letting his gaze flick over it. His hand would reach for the knob, nearly touch it, then snap back before he would resume pacing. It had been weeks since... the incident, and only a few knew what happened that night. Of those few, none spoke about it. Although there were rumors floating around, as there always were.

Stopping in front of the door, he eyed it up. It loomed there, silently judging him for not daring to venture past it. With a nearly silent hiss, he grabbed the door and threw it open.

Kyar looked up from his window seat, a sly smile curling along his muzzle. "Ah, I was wondering when you were going to come see me. How are things? I haven't had much of a chance to leave my suite recently, you see. The guards continue to... request that I stay inside."

Grel suppressed a growl as he was met with that disguising smile. How could this male have done the things he did, and yet sit here and carry on with polite conversation. It was one thing to hear about the monster that lay behind that charm, but something else entirely to experience it. Putting on his best court face, Grel linked his hands behind his back and strolled towards one of the room's other windows. "They have been busy at court. Between the rumors floating around concerning your," he rolled his hand, "absence and the upcoming marriage, there had barely been time to sit down."

The green male chuckled, "I doubt you could do much of that after our last encounter." A purr oozed from his throat, "And how is the Princess Amocari doing?"

Grel's jaw rippled, "Her heat passed quicker than expected. It is a good thing that the Princess selected a suitor that His and Her Majesty approved of. Which reminds me," he reached into a vest pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope. "His Majesty has been in talks with your father regarding your actions." Moving over, he held out the letter. "As I understand, you are being recalled home."

Kyar's eyes narrowed slightly as he took the letter, not even looking at it yet. A smile crawled over his muzzle, "Ah well, probably another Princess is looking for suitors." Standing, he offered his hand towards the crimson male. "I offer my fondest wishes, and will pray that Princess Amocari's children will take after their father."

There was little more in the world that would have made Grel happier at that moment than to tear that smile off that creature's face right then. But diplomacy often meant to smile right back at one's greatest enemy and compliment them. Taking the hand, he offered a smile of his own, "Till we meet again. You have shown the both of us experiences that we never would have had otherwise." Turning, he made no effort to hide the fact he was wiping his hands off on his breeches as he went for the door.

Kyar's slimy purr followed him, "As unexpected as they were, I am certain that you enjoyed them. If you ever want to gather more experience, then you know where to find me."