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The Beastmaker's Bed

The people of her tribe named her Running-Through-Grass, because she seemed to run almost as soon as she learned how to walk, and she took the name 'Sayn' in her coming-of-age ceremony. She was a plain-seeming child, standing out only by being as intelligent as she was withdrawn. By whatever arcane processes such things happen by, however, she became the target of the tribe's bullies and soon withdrew from the other children even more. She preferred to sit alone, her hands always busy working with whatever materials she had handy. She formed shapes from mud, wove them from grass, and carved them from wood. Most of the time, her creations were fantastic beings, odd fusions of animals and monsters.

This is as much as is known of the childhood of The Beastmaker - contained within a single paragraph. The tribe that reared her no longer exists - its survivors scattered to the four winds, and largely keeping their origins a secret. The reason for this, at least, is well known. One fateful day, Sayn's tormentors found her alone in a clearing, surrounded by unmoving figures woven from leaves, twigs and grass. They began to destroy her works for fun, laughing at her tears... and then their laughter ended forever, as the creatures she had created came to life at her touch, and attacked them.

Eventually, The Beastmaker would balance the fate of empires at the tip of her fingers. Princes, warlords and criminal kingpins would compete to win her favor - or to destroy her. To this day, nobody knows whence her powers came from, with the most prevalent theory being that she is a half-goddess, born of a mortal woman and a divine father in human guise. The scattering of her tribe, however, makes it difficult to confirm the details of her parentage one way or another.

Regardless, the truth remained that she could raise an army from the dirt beneath her feet, from the swaying grass, or from any other source that offered itself. The first lord who foolishly sent an army against her watched, aghast, as the soldiers he had sent returned - in the form of great, shambling beasts, fused together from twisted armor and broken bones. The sight of these creatures battering down the gates and walls of the lord's castle was an exclamation-mark to the entire continent - a single woman from an obscure, nomadic tribe had become someone that no-one in his right mind could ignore. Whether seeking to ally or to destroy, the eyes of the most powerful men in the world turned towards her.

Much has been written about her - her rise to power, the challenges she faced, the enemies she fought, and the consequences her arrival had on the military, economic and social underpinnings of this continent. This, however, is not one of those stories. Those who see the devastation she visits upon her enemies, and the way powerful men falls at her feet to earn her favor, can easily understand why many believe her to be a demigoddess - but to be blinded by that is to forget what lies underneath: A young woman, standing alone in the midst of an army of creatures who have no will but what she has given them. Her family, her tribe, no longer exists. Anyone she meets is likely to either seek her life or her allegiance. Where can such a woman find those basic, simple things that all humans seek - companionship, togetherness... or perhaps just somebody to warm her bed? THAT is what this story is about.

Sayn sighed as she slumped on the opulent throne, eyes lazily panning across the equally-magnificent interior of her tent. She liked the tent - it was spacious, pleasantly decorated, and could keep the heat in or out as the weather demanded. It had originally belonged to the General-Marshall of Lucravia - and their nobility ALWAYS traveled in style, even on the battlefield. Needless to say, he didn't need it anymore, and it had served her well. But the throne... THAT was a bit much. Big, heavy, and not particularly comfortable despite the expensive pillows covering its seat. Granted, she had no particular reason to worry about the weight of her luggage - she could create more beasts of burden within minutes, should it be necessary. But nonetheless, the sheer impracticality of it annoyed her.

Any time she brought it up, however, Cybra calmly - and often with exaggerated patience - brought up the many reasons why they were lugging the silly thing around in the first place. Firstly, it was the kind of thing people EXPECTED her to be sitting on... at least, those few people who got to see her in the first place: Messengers, emissaries and supplicants. Secondly, it was a nice reminder of what happened to those who crossed her. The throne, after all, came from the castle of the King of Sarkaroth - the first nation to have sent an army against her. There wasn't much left of that castle now but rubble - and anyone who saw that throne was reminded of this.

Cybra glanced over at her as she sighed, perhaps anticipating another debate about the chair. Well, it was to be expected that Cybra would anticipate just about anything she did - after all, it was part of her, so to speak. The odd little creature was one of the first constructs she had brought to life with her power, and the only one of that first batch to remain intact. At some indefinable point since then, the creature had become something more than its younger peers...

Her creations, her 'beasts'... they were as animals, possessed of rudimentary intelligence and autonomy. They'd go wherever she pointed them to, attack whoever she wanted, showing neither fear nor pain, nor any sign of human intelligence. But Cybra was different. She knew that the creature wasn't really an independent mind, of course... rather, it was her own voice, speaking through the creature. An extension of herself. Cybra was a cynical, world-weary voice of reason, often cautioning her away from whatever flight of fancy had seized her, and playing the role of trusted advisor and attendant - even if it WAS just a role. In the end, it was nothing more than a highly advanced hand-puppet.

A funny-looking one, too. She wasn't entirely certain what she'd been thinking when she created it. It looked like a random mix of sheep, goat and dog - possessing the horns of a goat and the body-shape of a dog, complete with a tail that very rarely wagged. Its soft woolen coat was made from actual wool - but she'd only had enough of it on hand to cover its chest and back. Needless to say, it got some odd looks when it served as her seneschal, guiding visitors through the encampment to her tent.

And she was, indeed, gearing up for a debate with Cybra - and, by extension, herself. Just not about the throne. "Cybra... I can't stand this anymore. Being alone like this. Surrounded by creatures that exist only as an extension of me. I need... SOMEBODY!" The odd creature glanced sideways at her as she spoke, absently scratching imaginary fleas out of its wool in the manner of a dog. "Come on, Sayn... you know how the world views you. Sure, it'd be just dandy if you could be surrounded by a circle of trusted advisors and loyal friends, but it's just not realistic! Half the continent wants you dead, and the other half wants you eating out of their hands. Finding just ONE person who could be trusted within knife-range of you would be a monumental task..."

"Then I'll settle for the one." She said it with finality and determination, sitting up straight in her throne - a rare event when there was no audience to impress. Cybra's eyes focused more keenly on her for a moment, and then rolled in exasperation. "Right. I suppose you ARE getting to that age. Not a little girl anymore. Feeling a bit alone in that king-sized camp-bed, aye?" She blushed, knowing that he was telling the truth. Well, she hadn't been a little girl for some time, really, but of late, it was getting worse. She kept finding herself distracted by the envoys she received - men and women alike. Most kingdoms deliberately selected good-looking individuals for such tasks, taking advantage of the age-old truth that pretty people tended to be treated better. It was certainly having an effect on HER, which was dangerous.

Cybra was following that line of thought too, and nodded. "Yes, yes, I suppose there IS an inherent risk in you NOT having a companion, too... but obviously, we can't have you traipsing into the nearest village to make goo-goo eyes at the local studs in the tavern. Look... leave this to me, won't you? I know your preferences - probably better than you know them yourself. I'll take some beasts and scout around for some likely prospects, then bring them back to you for... assessment." Sayn blinked at that suggestion. Cybra had never gone far from her. She knew that her other beasts could range far away without trouble, but Cybra was special... on the other hand, since it was part of her own subconscious, it probably also knew the limitations - or lack of same - of her powers better than her. And so, reluctantly, she nodded her consent.

The odd little creature that had been her only conversation-partner for so long left that same night, taking a variety of the odd creatures she had created along for the ride. Sayn felt her loneliness intensify with the absence its companionship, however fake. Fortunately, her creatures were swift; they could run at full speed constantly, with no need for food, water or rest - never tiring. And so, the very next day, they returned - with a young man riding on the back of one of the beasts, looking pleasantly frazzled.

Of course, he seemed like the sort of man who'd look pleasant doing just about anything, really. His dress was that of a simple villager, but his body belonged in the harem of an empress - sleek and muscular, with unblemished, well-tanned skin. His facial features were chiseled, with a strong chin covered in light stubble that only served to accentuate his masculinity, and a pair of deep, soulful brown eyes. His black hair was lightly tussled by the long journey on beast-back, and his shirt was open to the waist, revealing a hairless chest and a set of abs that could likely be used to crack walnuts.

He also seemed to be heads-over-heels for her right off the bat. "Your defeat of that tyrant, the King of Sarkaroth, freed my village from his oppressive taxes and high-handed soldiers! I saw you from afar when you battled his armies, standing alone but with nature itself as your ally - truly, the spirit of one so willing to stand up to tyrants and villains shines through like a bright light!" He was almost fawning in his admiration, making her blush. She was painfully aware that her appearance was grossly ordinary, despite the noble clothes she wore, but he almost made it sound like a good thing that her looks didn't distract from the 'light' of her inner heroism, or whatnot.

Needless to say, he'd jumped at the opportunity to be The Beastmaker's First Consort when Cybra had offered him the job. While the young man politely waited for her judgment of his suitability, Cybra whispered in her ear. "He's definitely not a threat in his own right - his admiration is genuine, and he's not smart enough to dissemble. Being dumb means that someone else could potentially manipulate him, though... but as long as he's the only other person in the camp, well, I'm pretty sure we could keep the risk at a minimum."

And so, with her cynical guardian satisfied that she was as safe as could be hoped for under the circumstances, she invited the young man to her bed as night began to fall. She did not tell him that he would be her first - somehow, it felt like that would just make things weird. Her maidenhood had broken years earlier from the stress of riding on the hard back of one of her beasts, so there'd be nothing to hint at her virgin status anyway - assuming she didn't let her inexperience show.

He waited for her on what Cybra had dismissively called her 'king-sized camp-bed'. It was a bit more luxurious than that description really indicated though - it had come with the tent, and both its size and its style indicated that the late General-Marshall had kept to the Lucravian noble tradition of bringing at LEAST one mistress along on any journey, even if it was to war. It came equipped with smooth silken sheets, high-quality throw-pillows, and a number of almost impossibly soft bed-furs for cold weather.

And tonight, the bed looked even more pleasant - not just because there was a handsome, half-naked young man lying on it, but also because it was surrounded by expensive wax candles instead of the usual couple of oil-lamps. Whether it was Cybra or the young man himself who'd dug into the chests of sundry luxuries (some of them the spoils of war, others gifts from envoys seeking favor), it certainly added a nice bit of atmosphere...

She could feel her heart begin to beat faster, from arousal, nervousness or both, as she shucked off the comfortable silk robe she usually wore when there wasn't a call for more officious garments. Stepping gingerly around the burning candles, she approached the bed while the young man regarded her naked body with adoration in his eyes. He was divesting himself of what remained of HIS clothes, too, revealing lean, muscular legs that went well with the rest of his frame... and a rock-hard shaft dangling heavily between them.

It was bigger than she'd expected. Perhaps size was one of the criteria Cybra had used in the selection, or perhaps her inexperience was just showing through. Determined not to let it affect her, she joined him on the bed, her hands caressing his chiseled chest while she smiled at him. When he leaned in for a kiss, she met him halfway, tasting his lips. The kiss seemed to break the inherent awkwardness of the situation, and soon his hands were roaming across her body too, caressing her curves and making her fidget.

She wasn't going to waste too much time on foreplay, though. Too many nights had been spent only in the company of her own fingers. His size seemed intimidating, but she knew it was only an illusion. He was a man and she was a woman - they were designed to fit together. And she needed him to fit in her. She needed to feel something between her legs - something hot and thick and alive. With one hand on his tool and another on his shoulder, she pulled him closer, guiding him in.

He picked up on the signals quickly and quickly obeyed her unspoken request, rolling over on top of her. His broad-shouldered form was above her now, blocking out her field of vision while she spread her legs, feeling her trepidation redouble now that the moment of truth had arrived. But she wasn't about to change her mind at this late juncture - and even if her mind was still uncertain, her body certainly wasn't. She could feel the wetness and heat between her legs.

The folds of her vulva parted easily as he pushed forwards, his tool finding its mark without error. She gasped as she felt the initial stretching, the inner labia straining slightly under his girth, but already the feeling of heat, of his pulse resounding through his throbbing erection and into her, was washing away any mild discomfort it might carry with it. It helped that he was being excruciatingly slow and gentle. Did he suspect her of being a virgin after all? Or was this just his style of intercourse?

Either way, she felt only the slightest discomfort as the shaft that had seemed so intimidating before was absorbed into her body, inch by inch, until she felt his crotch-hair tickle her labia. She'd taken all of it inside her - and not only did it not hurt, it felt good. She moaned impatiently, her ass instinctively lifting off the silk sheets to push against him, encouraging him to get moving already. Her first taste of real sex was leaving her hungry for more. And, of course, he responded with great celerity.

His body began to move on top of her, undulating as a wave - or perhaps like a snake - as he started thrusting. Several inches of his shaft, slick with her juices, emerged from between her thighs, only to disappear back into the hot, tight hole of her pussy a second later. He was settling into a solid, unhurried rhythm, like a marathon-runner preparing for the long haul. The friction - and the impact that radiated through her groin at the end of each thrust as his pelvis smacked into hers - was pushing her towards a climax far faster than her fingers ever had.

Within minutes, she reached her first orgasm, letting her pleasure sound out in the form of a long, drawn-out moan. Her pussy clamped down on the hard, blood-filled shaft inside of her, milking it for all it was worth - but through beads of perspiration were visible on the young man's forehead, he did not slow his thrusts. With admirable determination he continued to thrust, successfully turning several of the initial climax's aftershocks into minor orgasms in their own right.

He managed to lift her to another full-blown climax before his thrusts began to falter. She could feel him throbbing faster inside of her, and see the sudden hesitation and uncertainty on his face. Even through the orgasmic haze, she could figure out what it was about - and quickly wrapped her legs around his rear, holding him inside her. The signal was clear, and with a look of relief on his face, he came - spraying a thick load of hot, fertile sperm into her waiting womb.

It was, perhaps, understandable that he was worried about impregnating her - but he needn't be. She knew how it worked - the first menstruation of a girl signified her body's readiness to bear children. And for her, it had never come. Perhaps it was because of her powers, or a side-effect of whatever gave them to her in the first place - but either way, it had never been a major concern for her. She wasn't interested in having children at the moment, anyway. In fact, at that PRECISE moment, she was mostly interested in having more sex, and not needing to worry about accidental pregnancies made that easier.

And her lover, of course, complied with her unspoken request. His youthful virility ensured that he barely softened within her before hardening again and resuming his steady thrusting. And with his testicles now emptied, he lasted a good bit longer the second time. The physical strain was beginning to show on his face, and sweat was dripping from his face and down on hers, but neither one of them cared at that point. Through sheer endurance, he provided her with several more orgasms, and by the time he finally reached his second climax - spraying another hot load of cum into her - and subsequently collapsed exhausted on top of her, she had little to complain about.

At least not while her mind was still flooded with sexual endorphins, she didn't. But the next morning, after extricating herself from his loving embrace and pulling her silk robe back on, she started feeling differently. The candles around the bed had all gone out, and in the darkness of the morning, the handsome young man snoring between her bed-furs no longer seemed like such a god-sent. Certainly, he'd been competent in bed and virile besides - as the slight soreness between her legs could attest to - and she knew that he'd do whatever she asked of him, never asking for more than she offered. But somehow, it just seemed... hollow.

She tried to explain it Cybra later. "It felt good, sure... but I kind of feel like... like I've heard just a couple of notes from a symphony. There's gotta be more to it than this." Cybra just nodded, its customary, cynical smile curling across its sheep-like face. "I figured as much... ah well, you gotta start somewhere. I'll have the fellow returned to his village, and look around for a more suitable replacement, hmm?" She nodded silently, looking out across the encampment.

Her beasts were patrolling the perimeter tirelessly, while scouts were ranging further away in search of possible surprise attacks and ambushes. Others were returning from the night's hunt with small, tasty animals held in their (usually wooden or metallic) jaws, leaving them at her feet. She was the only one in the camp who needed to eat, after all - and the only one who felt lonely without someone to share her breakfast with. But that handsome fellow who was now being escorted from her tent with a hang-dog expression on his face wasn't the one. If she could have only one companion, it had to be perfect.

When Cybra returned the next day, however, she was surprised to see that it had brought TWO people this time... specifically, two women. They were both fair-skinned, with straight, jet-black hair reaching down to their waists, and smoldering, dark eyes. Both wore elegant, tight dresses that hugged their curves revealingly. In fact, once she'd gotten past ogling their curves, she noticed that they were exactly alike. "They are identical twins..." Cybra explained. "And pretty much inseparable. So I'd say they only count for one."

Further explanation revealed that they had been the twin concubines of the notoriously hedonistic Doge of Lucravia. "We were little more than slaves, really - as were many other women, concubines and mistresses to the Merchant Princes." Their voices - smooth and seductive - blended together so perfectly that she barely noticed that they were finishing each other's sentences. "That is, until you defeated the General-Marshall and his armies. That loss weakened the Doge's rule, and laid the groundwork for the rebellion... now, we are free, as are our sisters. If the skills we learned in the Doge's palace can help repay that debt, we are more than willing to put them at your disposal." Their body-language certainly seemed to support the 'more than willing' bit, as they swayed towards her, never quite letting go of each other's hands.

Thus, that night it was two beautiful, curvaceous young women who waited in her bed. Once again, candles were burning all around it, set in an intricate pattern. The bed-furs had been cleared away, leaving the smooth, silken sheets. As she joined them on the bed, she let them take the lead - their seductive, experienced demeanor told her that she'd have a lot more fun if she just let them handle everything.

They started out by laying her on her stomach, bringing out some small bottles of fine, scented oils from her stash, and beginning a luxurious oil-massage. The two girls had subtle, practiced hands, and soon she was moaning just from the feeling of the slick hands moving over her back and shoulders. But of course, they didn't stop there, and as their hands caressed her buttocks and thighs, she felt the lust rising inside her. By the time they turned her over to begin massaging her belly and chest, she was panting with desire.

The experienced concubines obviously noticed, and stepped up the pace accordingly. While one of them continued to gently massage the sweet-smelling oil into her abdomen, the other applied the oil to her own bosom. Then, leaning down on top of Sayn, she began to rub their bodies together, the sensation of smooth, well-oiled skin sliding against her drawing fresh moans. Those sounds were soon quieted by the concubine's bright-red lips, drawing her into a hot, intense kiss. The experienced girl's tongue pushed through Sayn's lips, caressing her teeth and wrestling with her own.

At the same time, the other girl's massage had gotten more intimate as well, her practiced fingers sliding down the slit between Sayn's legs, slicking down the tuft of sparse hair above it with oil. The fingers then dug deeper, easily sliding inside with lubrication that wasn't just oil. The first orgasm came practically out of the blue, taking her breath away as she writhed under the concubine's well-oiled body. The sound of slick body-parts moving against and occasionally inside each other filled the tent, along with the oil's scent of sandalwood and rose-petals.

The twin concubines manipulated her body deftly, steadily stepping up the level of pleasure. The one who was kissing her never stopped for long, merely letting their lips part for a second or two to let her catch her breath, before diving in again. Her hands, meanwhile, roamed lower, kneading her breasts and pinching her stiff nipples. Her sister had moved down between Sayn's widely-spread legs altogether, and was soon replacing her fingers with a practiced tongue.

The orgasms were coming hard and fast by now, making her body convulse as her fingers dug into the oil-stained silk sheets. She barely noticed that a pair of slim, oily fingers had made their way up her tight, virgin anus - the expertly-done stimulation of her groin region was flowing together into one as labia, clitoris, sphincter and the insides of her pussy were all simultaneously caressed. This was a whole new world of pleasure for her. The man who'd taken her virginity had probably been somewhat experienced, for a villager... but these two women had made a career out of sexuality, and succeeded at it to a degree that had landed them in the harem of one of the most infamously hedonistic men on the continent. Their skills were literally world-class.

Soon, the intercourse degenerated into a disorderly pile of slippery, naked bodies moving freely against each other. Sayn occasionally found her head positioned between a pair of slim, shapely thighs, and eagerly put her tongue - however inexperienced - to work on the juicy treasures resting between them. The taste was salty and oily and heady. She heard the girl moan, and felt satisfaction. However she moved, however, there was always a hand or a mouth working on her own pussy - and usually her ass as well - providing a constant stream of stimulation, and a flow of orgasms that entirely blended into each other.

By the time morning came, she'd gotten very little sleep, and the silk sheets were completely soaked through with oil, sweat and feminine juices. The twins had kept going 'till she was completely exhausted, only pulling back their constantly-questing fingers and tongues when she literally passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation. She had vague memories of the two continuing the party on their own afterwards, tongues and fingers roaming bodies that were so identical, it was closer to masturbation than incest... but that might have been nothing more than a dream conjured up by her hormone-soaked brain.

Needless to say, she slept in that day... but by the time noon rolled around, she was on her feet again, pacing through the camp with Cybra by her side. The twins had eagerly jumped at the opportunity to demonstrate that their skills extended beyond the bed, and one of them was now cooking brunch at the campfires while the other took her silken bed-sheets down to the nearby stream for a much-needed washing. She had created a number of multi-armed creatures specifically for taking care of such menial tasks, but the delicate silk sheets admittedly COULD use a more gentle hand, and she didn't mind having a chance to sample some Lucravian cuisine.

Nonetheless, she was pensive, struggling to make a hard decision. Cybra eventually lost its patience with her, groaning and rolling its eyes - made from painted pebbles through they were. "Just say it already... I DO know what you're thinking, you know." She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, but I need to say it anyway, don't I? Those two girls are really great. Certainly proves that I was right to keep looking instead of settling for the first likely prospect to land on my doorstep. But..." The small, sheep-like creature nodded. "But, you're still not completely satisfied. Still not hearing that 'symphony' you were talking about, huh?"

She nodded again, half-smiling. "I'm definitely hearing more notes this time around, though. Like a few more instruments joined the orchestra. But after they showed me how much better sex could be... I can't help asking myself if it can't get better yet. Something's still missing." Cybra shook his head, more in annoyance than dismissal. "Well, I guess I better get those two shipped back home to Lucravia, then. You're gonna leave a trail of broken hearts behind you at this rate, you know." She just glanced out across the army of semi-autonomous monsters she'd created, remembering all the times they'd fought for her. Killed for her. "I've left worse trails." She said grimly.

And so, despite delivering a delicious brunch and clean sheets, the twin concubines were ferried back to their home by her riding-beasts - and Cybra took off again, with an even larger retinue. She busied herself in its absence by creating more beasts - if she was going to keep sending out expeditionary forces like that, she needed the numbers. The existing creatures happily helped, foraging for materials and bringing back huge piles of branches, driftwood, rocks and various other odds and ends. While she was capable of creating new beasts out of nothing but mud and grass, she found that they were better - or at least, more interesting - if she worked in a variety of mediums.

It took two days before Cybra returned, this time. But when it did, Sayn was shocked at what he'd brought. Not one, nor two, but a dozen individuals... and none of them looked to be human. "They're representatives from the Beastkin Tribes of the west - and no, you can't keep them all." Cybra said without preamble, while Sayn's eyes roved across them. She'd never seen a Beastkin in person before - though she'd certainly heard of them. They lived primarily in the deep forests and mountain-valleys - tribal societies, with each tribe carrying the features of a different animal. Many humans were quick to judge them little better than the beasts they resembled, and the bordering kingdoms seemed mainly split between enslaving the 'primitive beasts' or wiping them out entirely in order to steal their land.

Cybra, following her train of thought as always, nodded. "The Beastkin Tribes have little love lost for humans on the political level, though on a more personal one, a number of... liaisons have occurred. More to the point, your arrival as a major threat in the south forced the kingdoms that were harassing them to pull back their expeditionary forces and refocus their attention on you. Your very existence has bought their people the breathing-space they need to negotiate with one another and unite - if the tribes present a single front, the kingdoms that have been biting off their territory bit by bit will find a far greater challenge."

He gestured towards the mixed band of beastkin who were now dismounting. "Each of them represents a different tribe. All of them have been known to enjoy the exotic smoothness of fair-skinned humans. I brought them all here together as a matter of practically, but you only get to pick one. Naturally, they all hope to win your favor so that you'll support their tribe if it comes under attack... such support, even if only theoretical, would give the tribe of the chosen a far stronger political position when they unite."

"Please, do not make it out to be all business..." A purring voice interrupted Cybra as a woman of the tigerkin approached, hips swaying as her tail snapped hypnotically behind her. "I cannot speak for anyone else, but the chance of getting a human lover is reason enough for me to be here. Normally, those of us who prefer the company of smooth-skins over our own kind are considered deviants and perverts... but now, we have a chance to be celebrated as heroes. And since neither our own tribes nor the human cities are particularly welcoming to 'mixed couples', this may be the only chance we have of making a life together with one of your kind." A murmur of consent followed her statement as the other beastkin gathered behind her.

She looked the group over carefully. None of them wore anything she'd define as clothes - belts and packs for carrying necessities and tools was about the extent of it. Most of them had fur, which covered them just as well... though it did little to disguise the sensual curves of the women, or the sleek, predatory musculature of the males. A few of them had scales instead, which hid even less. The union between human and beastkin was, as they had said, decried as unnatural and unholy by all the nations - but she was not beholden to any nation, and besides, did many not say that she was the result of an even more unnatural union? More to the point, rather than feeling disgusted by the idea of sleeping with such inhuman creatures, she found herself contemplating what their fur would feel like against her bare skin... and growing aroused by the thought.

It seemed tempting to invite the outspoken tigress to her bed as the first 'try-out', but after the heady night she'd spent with the two skilful concubines, she rather felt like something a bit different... and more male. The twins had been artists with their fingertips and tongues, but she hadn't forgotten what it had felt like when her first lover had pushed his throbbing shaft into her deepest depths. Plainly said, she needed dick. And her choice fell on a handsome male of the wolf-tribe, with beautiful, silver-grey fur.

His handsome, lupine face opened in a fang-filled grin, and he strode into her tent with a confident swagger - clearly, he had no doubts about his own abilities. There were no candles around the bed this time, and the furs were piled on top of the silken sheets to complement her equally-furry lover. He was on her as soon as she slipped off her silk robe, not waiting for her to get on the bed or invite him. Embracing her from behind, she felt his muscular, fur-covered chest pressing against her back as his hands gripped her full breasts, lifting and squeezing them. His muzzle was next to her face, hot breath whistling from his nose as he licked her ear and neck, tickling her. Arousing her.

And between her legs, she could feel a growing heat. It was emerging from between her thighs, pushing up against her already-wet pussy. She looked down and gasped at the sight. It was quite different from the equipment of the young man who'd been her first (and so far only) male lover. Bright red, veiny, with no clearly defined head - instead, it merely tapered to a point, which was currently dripping with precum. It was just as wide as her first lover's tool, too - and judging from how much of it was hiding between her legs, at least as long. Almost hypnotized, she reached down to touch it, feeling the heat radiating from it. Whatever the dimensions, it was definitely hotter.

Suddenly, his strong, fur-covered hands left her breasts and instead gripped her around the waist, lifting her up and throwing her bodily onto the bed. She landed on her stomach, feeling the soft furs beneath her - a taste of things to come. She could only vaguely hear him approach from behind, his paws making little noise on the expensive, hand-woven rugs that made up the floor of her tent - but she knew he was there, and what he wanted from her. She scrambled to get her hands and knees under her, lifting up her ass.

With a low growl, he gripped her hips as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling behind her. She almost whimpered with desire as she felt the familiar heat radiating from his shaft as it touched her wet pussy, the outer labia eagerly parting before the tapered tip. It slid inside easily, smooth as silk but for those delightful veins running up and down the sides of it, adding texture. She could feel the shaft widening slightly as it went deeper, reaching a girth comparable to the young man who'd taken her virginity a few days earlier - then grow thinner again past the mid-point.

Then, however, came a surprise - suddenly, it was growing wider again. MUCH wider. Her outer labia, well-lubricated by her own juices and his pre-cum, opened easily around the new bulge, but her inner labia protested somewhat, straining as the girth grew well past what she'd learned to expect. The feeling of the thick, hot shaft throbbing inside of her, however - and the steady grip of his powerful hands on her hips - entirely overwhelmed any desire she might have had to protest this minor, but sudden, spike of pain. And soon enough, the bulge passed - leaving him nestled deep inside her, his head tickling her cervix as her labia clamped down on the base of his cock.

Then the bulge started swelling inside her, ballooning to nearly twice its previous size. Sayn had seen dogs mating before, as a child - but she hadn't quite grasped the intricacies of the knot. Now she was getting a swift education. The tissue of her birth-canal, less muscular than the entranceway, stretched around the growing knot, accommodating it while sending confused messages to her brain. It wasn't quite pain, not quite discomfort, not quite pleasure... she was being filled, stretched, her body forced to shape itself after his cock. And for damn certain, this newly-grown bulge wasn't getting back out the way it got in.

The wolfkin leaned down over her, covering her body. She could feel his fur against her thighs, against her buttocks, against her back - and against her pussy. "We're locked together now... you're not going anywhere 'till I finish." He whispered in her ear, his long tongue then reaching out to lick behind it. The thought of it excited her. No amount of military might or political influence could get between them right now - even if she commanded him to pull out now, trying to do so would only hurt her.

She could only kneel there as his muscular body weighted down on her, pushing her into the bed-furs. She whimpered as he began to move, fucking her with short, powerful strokes - not in pain, but in desire. Whenever he pulled back, her inner labia would stretch around the bottom of the hugely-inflated knot, and their elasticity only aided the power of the stroke when he pushed forwards again, touching her cervix with his pointy tip. The speed of the thrusts was rapidly growing, too.

He nipped at her shoulders and neck, sharp fangs marking her smooth skin without quite drawing blood. An instinctive response more than a deliberate one - a reminder to her that she couldn't escape the increasingly potent thrusts pouring into her pussy, and that he could have his jaws around her neck in a hurry if she tried to struggle. It was a wordless communiqué in the language of the beasts, an order for her to submit. And with her first orgasm of the night building rapidly in her pussy as he pounded it, she was only too eager to obey.

His thrusts continued to accelerate, soon reaching a point that no human could have hoped to manage. The knot was the key, preventing him from pulling too far back and slipping out. Every pull made her labia bulge out monstrously around it, but she was young and tight enough to ensure that it couldn't escape. His hips were soon naught but a blur, while the breath came from his fang-lined mouth in rapid bursts - and she was panting just as much, caught in an endless stream of blindingly intense orgasms.

Every part of her pussy was being stimulated - the labia were getting stretched by his knot, her clit was being tickled by his fur, her cervix was being caressed by his cockhead at the apex of every thrust - and the entire surface of her birth-canal was stretched tautly enough around his girth to ensure that every square inch of it was getting worked over by the constant friction. And still, she wanted more - pushing herself back against his cock even as she came, moaning with pleasure between gasping for air.

He lasted longer than she would've believed possible, leaving her afloat in her own personal sea of pleasure and sweat for nearly half an hour. His sweat, meanwhile, was giving off a thick, musky scent which was rapidly filling the tent. It was strong and overwhelmingly male. But finally, he did come, spraying his thin, hot jizz directly into her womb, leaving her with a feeling of warm fullness. His rapidly-flexing hips stopped, but still he lay heavily on top of her - and the bulge inside the entrance of her pussy remained.

He took a few seconds to catch his breath after the long exertion, then spoke. "The swelling lasts for several minutes, y'know... unless I get aroused further. Then it might not go down at all..." His hands, which had been digging into the bed-furs to give him purchase for the rough ride until then, now rose to once again fondle and caress her body. One hand was squeezing her tits, first one then the other, pinching her erect nipples - the other was reaching down between her legs to play with her clit, which was still all the way out of its hood and eager for stimulation.

She didn't want the knot to go away - then he might pull out! And she needed more. More of this deliciously rough sex, more of his soft, tickling fur, more of the endless orgasms. She concentrated on her pussy, still tingling after the long massage it had gotten, and forced the battered muscles there to clamp down, squeezing his sensitive shaft. At the same time, she started moving her hips as much as her position would allow, twisting slightly as she pushed back against the unmoving shaft, stirring up her own pussy.

He chuckled, the sound loud next to her ear. "That's what I thought... my kind knows how to smell a bitch in heat. Don't worry, I've got at least one more load left in me." He pushed himself upright, letting a bit of cool air pass between their sweaty bodies. Then he grabbed both of her arms and pulled them back, using her wrists as handholds as he began moving again. The lost support meant that her head and chest was now resting on the furs, her face turned sideways to breathe as he used her arms like a horse's reins.

He lasted even longer the second time around, and the subtly altered angle of the new position somehow managed to hit even more sensitive spots inside of her. The way he pulled her back against his rampaging cock while rapidly thrusting it into her ensured that every stroke went in all the way to the root, pushing his thick knot even deeper inside of her, and teasing her cervix more noticeably. By the time he stopped and added a second, equally-hot load to the first one sloshing around in her womb, her arms and shoulders were quite sore - but in the afterglow of the countless orgasms, she barely noticed.

Her arms were released as he sat back on his knees, pulling her groin along by the still-swollen knot, breathing heavily. There were no words exchanged at this time - she just lay there, enjoying the sensation. Her womb full of hot sperm, her labia stretched around the base of his knot, her insides tight around his shaft... and the musky scent of his sweat filling her nostrils. Several minutes passed like that before she felt him begin to shrink inside of her - not by much, really, but just enough that the huge knot shrank towards a more conventional size.

With a grunt, he pulled it out, her well-stretched labia accommodating the deflated bulge with ease. Her groin, no longer kept up by his cock, slipped down to rest on the bed while a trail of cum began to leak out of her pussy, staining the furs. Still basking in the afterglow, she paid it no mind. She did, however, notice that her furry lover was crawling around to her head, soon kneeling in front of her. The sight presented to her was marvelous - his bright-red cock, still erect, glistening with their mixed juices, the deflated knot highly visible at the base. Knowing that it had passed between her vulva - twice, even - made her uncertainty concerning the size of her first lover seem ridiculous.

"You know..." he said, his voice somewhat husky from all the panting. "Amongst my people, it is customary for the female to clean the male's tool after a mating. If it retracts into the sheath while wet, it can lead to infections and whatnot." She stared at the huge thing, remembering the taste of pussy from her previous encounter. It had been salty, somewhat tart... and heady. Arousing. How would this taste? She pushed herself up to her elbows, licking her lips. That was all the agreement he needed - with one hand behind her neck and the other steering his cock, he pushed his shaft between her lips, sliding it across her tongue and towards her throat.

It tasted salty, all right... but it was an oddly mixed saltiness, from several different sources. Her pussy-juice, his cum, and sweat from both of them. Underlying it was the tartness of her own pussy, the bitterness of his cum - and the meaty flavor of the dick itself. She sucked on it thoughtfully, her lips tracing the contours of his veiny shaft as he pushed it deeper. Her tongue danced around it inside, trying to reach the entire surface, slathering it in her saliva.

Now that he was safely inside, he was gripping her head with both hands, his fingers buried in her hair as he slowly fucked her mouth. There was none of the dizzying speed from before - he was using long, slow thrusts, as if to give her tongue plenty of time to do its work. He was using her for his own pleasure, she realized dimly, still boggled by the numerous orgasms he'd already inflicted on her. There were no erogenous zones in her mouth - she was just pleasuring him without getting anything in return. Why, then, did it arouse her so much? The way his fingers dug into her scalp, the feeling of his hot meat sliding past her lips and across her tongue - and the scent, oh, that thick, musky scent emanating from his crotch...

Experimentally, he thrust deeper, pushing his full length into her mouth. Her jaw ached as his deflated - but still bulging - knot pushed past it, filling her mouth and squeezing her tongue flat. His shaft slid deep into her throat, stretching open that virgin region... but she was too hypnotized by the scent filling her head now that her nose was lodged directly in his crotch-fur to notice. Even her gag-reflex seemed out for the count - leaving the wolfkin to encounter no resistance. Satisfied by this discovery he lengthened his strokes to fully use her mouth and throat, pulling out only long enough to let her catch her breath before pushing deep inside again.

When he felt that his tool had been suitably cleaned, he pulled it from her mouth again - leaving them briefly connected by a string of drool - before sitting back on his haunches with a huff. He was waiting for a response from her, and she did not disappoint. The bright-red, still-erect dick stood swaying before her eyes, the masculine scent was still tickling her nose, and the meaty taste was still on her tongue. Eagerly, she pounced forwards, swallowing the shaft again, bobbing her head up and down over it as she licked and sucked at the sensitive tissue without further prompting from him.

She couldn't take it all the way into her throat from this angle, so she let her slim fingers caress the by-now swelling knot in lieu of her lips. His hands, meanwhile, soon found their way back to her head, tangling in her hair as he guided her, adjusting her rhythm as his hips flexed reflexively. She labored like this for long enough that her neck and jaw was getting sore, before her efforts were finally rewarded. His strong hands held her head in place as he came again, filling her mouth with his thin, yet strong-tasting cum. It was bitter and earthy, overwhelming her tastebuds as she instinctively swallowed.

With this, however, the wolfkin's virility was finally exhausted, and his freshly-cleaned tool deflated and retreated back into its sheath. Sayn, too, had tired herself out by then, and tiredly rolled over on the furs to go to sleep - his taste still fresh on her tongue. It was probably his scent, though - that masculine musk - that caused her to have such vivid and perverted dreams that night. She woke up early, highly aroused, and was glad to find that her partner had recovered his energy during the night too.

She rode him to several orgasms before even getting out of bed - on top, this time, with his strong hands guiding her hips - and finally left her tent feeling quite satisfied. Perhaps this handsome wolf would really be the one? She certainly couldn't think of any complaints with regards to his performance... but still, there were 11 more Beastkin waiting their turn, and courtesy alone compelled her to at least give them a chance to surprise her.

Thus, the next night, she invited the tigress who'd first spoken for the Beastkin to her tent. The feline woman seemed strong-willed and assertive, and Sayn was curious to see how that would translate in bed. The tigerkin still managed to surprise her, however, by awaiting her with a coil of smooth-looking rope in her hands. "Silken ropes." She said by way of introduction. "A product of my homeland. These sheets of yours hail from there too, as does your lovely robe - by way of trade or robbery. Silk is a great material - strong, yet smooth. Ropes made from it are often used in a certain... intimate art native to my people. Allow me to show you..."

Driven by equal parts curiosity and arousal, she made no protest as the tigress' nimble fingers applied the rope to her body. It drew an intricate design across her skin, simple yet complex, reminiscent of a spider's web. Her arms were tied together behind her back, with wrists and elbows aligned to give her little leeway. Hexagonal patterns of rope surrounded each of her breasts, pulling tightly against her chest to make each of the heavy orbs stand out even more. The ropes also reached her legs - bending her knees back sharply, the tension forcing her thighs apart in a surprisingly natural pattern.

Finally, her groin was where it all came together. Two lines of rope pulled tight on both sides of her vulva, making it bulge obscenely out from her body - and below, they met in the only real knot in the entire setup, right on top of her sphincter. The whole complicated network was a single length of rope, coming together in a pattern so complex, she could not begin to understand it. What she DID understand was that it left her completely exposed and helpless, tight around her every limb. Even the slightest twitch on her part made the smooth ropes slide across her skin, and the knot grind into her sphincter.

Of course, the helplessness was mainly illusory. She could still easily reach out to her beasts with a mental command - a fact that her partner was no doubt aware of. But that only made it better - it freed her of any concerns regarding the trustworthiness of the tigress, allowing her to simply enjoy the sensation of the tight ropes surrounding her body, leaving her most sensitive spots exposed and at the mercy of the tigerkin now looming over her.

The tigress, having finished the rope-work, wasted no time taking advantage of the exposure. The elegantly-striped feline head disappeared between Sayn's thighs - her current position forced her to arch her back slightly, making it difficult for her to see past her own belly. She shivered as she felt the tongue caress her labia. It was rough like sandpaper - the tongue of a predator, designed to lick the flesh right off the bones of the prey. Fortunately, the tigress seemed well aware of what kind of powerful instrument she was wielding, and applied it with a great deal of restraint.

The rough tongue traced a slow path across her body - first her inner and outer labia, then her clit, getting her good and hot... but then it continued upwards, in the manner of a cat cleaning itself. It trailed up her belly, stopping briefly at the belly-button, dancing around the interlocking ropes as it continued upwards. It lavished attention on her exposed breasts, inching up the sides, teasing her nipples into full erection before finally reaching them.

It was very different from the endless stream of mind-bending orgasms she'd enjoyed on the previous night. Instead, it was a constant state of heightened arousal, a building pressure as her body sought a release that seemed to dance constantly just out of reach. As the tigress' tongue continued up her body, tickling her slender neck and making her shudder in her bonds, the same nimble fingers that had tied her intricate bonds began to dig into her pussy - just lightly, keeping the pressure on, but giving her no release.

By the time the tigress' lips reached her mouth, their bodies were close together - she could feel the soft, white fur of the tiger's belly against her own, making her shiver. Every tiny movement that the tigress drew from her set off a chain-reaction of arousal as the smooth ropes caressed her skin, tightening here and there to push her tits and pussy outwards, tickling her sphincter, and reminding her that she was helpless to provide her own release. She could only push against the practiced hands of her partner, silently begging for the slender fingers to dig deeper.

The kiss was deep and hot. The tigress' mouth tasted like roast meat, and she pushed her own tongue past her partner's lips, letting it caress the sharp fangs that waited there, relishing the slight sensation of danger. The rough tongue that had driven her body to such heights of arousal eagerly returned the favor, reaching into her mouth to tease her palate and gums. Sayn moaned into her partner's mouth, feeling her sensitive nipples grinding against the tickling fur of the tigress' flatter, more muscular chest.

When at last the kiss broke, the tigress really went to work. Her tongue found sensitive spots Sayn hadn't even known she had - tickling her behind her ears, along the bridge of the nose, under her chin, along the inside of her thighs, at the edge of her armpits... and every now and then, the rough surface would find its way to her clit, her pussy, or her nipples, pushing her level of unreleased pleasure even higher.

The tigress kept her floating ever higher, ever closer to release, for hours - until her silent begging turned loud. "Please... make me cum... I need to cum..." Her mouth was dry from panting into the air for so long, and her voice croaked slightly. The tigress looked up, grinning in a predatory fashion - almost like she'd been waiting for that reaction. In a smooth, feline leap, she'd switched positions to kneel above Sayn's head. One slender hand reached down to spread the tigerkin's lightly-furred labia, showing the wet, pink hole directly in front of Sayn's eyes. "Well..." she purred "Maybe if you get me off a few times, I'll return the favor..."

Then the furry groin lowered itself over Sayn's face, shutting off her view. Hot, striped thighs encased her head, holding it in place as she felt the tigress' dripping-wet pussy make contact with her lips. She didn't hesitate - her tongue eagerly lashed out, digging into the tight hole, tasting it. The juices were almost fruity in their flavor, with an astringent undertone. But as she continued licking - her sensitive tongue seeking and finding the clit as well - the juices began to flow stronger, purer... tasting like nothing more or less than pussy.

Her mouth glued to the dripping orifice, she eagerly swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the free-flowing juices, her tongue exploring every corner of the labia and beyond that it could reach. Above her, the tigress moaned even as she continued her work. From her new position, sitting astride Sayn's head, she could still reach her nipples - as well as other sensitive spots - and she was putting her fingers to work there, keeping the pressure on.

Not that it took much to keep Sayn aroused at this point. In this position, her nose was lodged in the fur directly below the tigress' pussy, her every breath thick with the musky, animalistic scent emanating from that point. It was different from the lupine musk of her previous lover, but just as effective at making her hot under the collar. Watching the tigress' muscular buttocks bounce in front of her eyes whenever she moved didn't hurt either.

Based on the groans coming from above her, and the occasional deluge of extra juices, she'd licked her furry lover to at least three orgasms before the tigress finally relented. The wet pussy lifted from her face, letting her breathe freely for the first time in a while, and the tigress' feline face instead lowered itself over her, meeting her lips in an upside-down kiss. The tigerkin's rough tongue tasted her own juices on Sayn's lips, and soon proceeded to lick it off the rest of her soaking wet face.

Finally, the tigress lifted her face again, grinning down at her. "You did good... time for your reward, hmm?" Sayn nodded eagerly, feeling her pussy pulse with expectation as her black-striped lover slowly and deliberately made her way back around to the point between her tied-up legs. She whimpered as the rough tongue briefly caressed her still-exposed clit, effortlessly lifting her back to the nearly-but-not-quite-orgasmic level of pleasure she'd been slowly descending from during the kiss.

Then, the tigress pulled out all the stops. Two long, slender fingers penetrated Sayn's pussy, their light fur covering stimulating her insides more than any smooth cock-shaft could. At the same time, a soft pair of lips closed around her clit, sucking intensely on it, while sharp fangs closed around it oh-so-gently - the merest hint of a bite, sending shockwaves through the nerve-filled, hyperstimulated tissue. She came in an instant, with an intensity that was almost painful.

Unable to control her body, she thrashed against her bonds, the feeling of the smooth ropes constraining her only adding to her pleasure. The centerpoint of the complicated network of ropes pulled tight, forcing her thighs even further apart, pushing her vulva even stronger outwards into the tigress' mouth, and pushing the smooth knot hard enough into her sphincter that it actually opened under the pressure, sucking half the lump of silk inside.

And the tigress didn't stop. She continued laboring over Sayn's pussy, making careful, deliberate use of her claws and fangs, applying potent stimulation without ever QUITE letting it tip over into real pain. The sharp points of sensation caressed her inside and out, making her more aware of the exact contours of her pussy than she'd ever been before. The continuous stimulation, combined with the pent-up frustration of the hour-long teasing kept her in a state of blinding, orgasmic pleasure for nearly fifteen minutes.

When she finally started coming down from the epic climax, the tigress simply moved further upwards - teasing and lightly biting her nipples as she added subtle undercurrents of renewed pleasure to the afterglow. By the time Sayn had fully recovered and caught her breath, her pulse was already starting to quicken - climbing towards a fresh orgasm. The tigerkin sensed this, it seemed, and swiftly returned to the hypersensitive tissue of her pussy - wringing another climax out of her with an insistent and seemingly tireless tongue.

By the time this pattern had repeated itself a third time - the tigress apparently being determined to pay back her own orgasms in full - the sheer pleasure overwhelmed Sayn's tired mind, and she passed out in mid-climax. When she woke up, many hours later and well into the morning, she not only found the tigress snoring peacefully at her side - as only a cat could - but also discovered that the ropes that bound her had been changed during the night. The loops that had held her legs and arms in place were gone, but the rest of the network - covering her torso and groin - was still there, rubbing against her skin as she got out of bed, making her breasts and pussy feel delightfully exposed.

She couldn't bring herself to undo the knot and remove it altogether - so during the rest of the day, she wore it under her clothes, feeling it shift and stimulate her whenever she moved. She caught the tigress casting bedroom-eyed glances in her direction several times, the clever cat no doubt having figured out what she was hiding. And the tigress had ample opportunity to look in her direction, as she spent a couple of hours in the beastkin's encampment - surrounded by subtly-watchful beasts of her own creation - looking over the rest of her visitors, trying to decide who to invite to her tent that night.

A desire to once again try something new was the deciding factor. She'd enjoyed the luxurious feeling of soft fur tickling her skin during the previous two night's encounters, but there were a couple of beastkin there who didn't have fur, and she wanted to try what their scaly skin would feel like. Out of the two, one was a female of the lizardkin race, and Sayn felt more inclined towards something with a penis after last night's Sapphic delights. And so, her choice fell on a massive specimen of the gatorkin - a towering, muscular reptilian, whose broad, powerful jaw seemed capable of conveying his species' reputation as terrifying warriors with a single thrust.

She somewhat regretfully removed the silk ropes from her body before the gator walked into her tent that night, making sure to hide them in one of her chests for future use. They left a fairly noticeable pattern of reddened skin on her, where they had rubbed her for so long - and she had no doubt that the sight of this contributed to the broad grin of her reptilian guest as he saw her sitting naked on her bed, waiting to see what kind of night he would bring her.

He certainly seemed like an awe-inspiring specimen, just by looks - his entire body covered by rough, leathery skin and smooth scales, turning into a rough ridge between his eyes and continuing down his back to his heavy, muscular tail. His face was nowhere near as long as his feral cousins, but his short, broad jaws were filled with the same tangle of huge, curved fangs. It was a far different impression than the neat, orderly set of sharp teeth that her lupine and feline lovers had shown - giving him a dangerous, barbaric aura. The rest of his body backed it up - no sleek, predatory grace here. He was built like a marketplace strongman, and probably massed three or four times as much as she did, all of it raw muscle and armor-like skin.

He was also obviously aroused. Even as he walked towards her, the scaly hide of his groin opened - like a vertical eye - and released his tool into the air. Short of his tongue, it was the only piece of bare flesh he showed - pale and white, turning rapidly redder as it filled with blood and hardened. Its initial impression of vulnerability quickly disappeared as it rose to full erection - a long, slender shaft, terminating in a highly pronounced head. It was flat, but slanted, almost leaf-shaped - quite different from anything she'd ever tried before.

Needless to say, he seemed eager to rectify that - but when he reached the bed, he grinned down at her and roughly grabbed her shoulder to pull her up standing. "You'll have to forgive me if I don't join ya on that bed there, li'l miss... I'm a bit too heavy to roll around on the furs like those lightweights you had in here before, and I doubt it would take my weight anyway!" He cast a mistrustful eye towards the bed, which she would've until that moment claimed was an extremely sturdy construction. Now that he'd mentioned it, though, she decided that he was probably right.

His grin broadened as she got to her feet. "But don't you worry! My people normally mate while swimming, but as ya might recall, I'm here 'cuz I've got a thing for you smoothskins... and I've come up with ways to show y'all what the strength of the gatorkin really means!" Then, as easily as if she didn't weight as much as a feather, he lifted her up bodily - both of his claw-like hands holding tight around her waist - and pulled her up close to his chest. He hands instinctively sought purchase on his broad, scaly shoulders, and after dancing briefly in the empty air, her legs wrapped around his barrel-thick hips.

His monstrous face was right above her, smiling toothily, as he lowered her down over his tool. He was leaning back, she realized - supporting himself on his powerful tail, allowing her to rest against his broad, muscular chest as she rode him. The broad head of his inhuman dick slipped up and down along the curve of her wet vulva a few times before she subtly adjusted the angle of her groin - eager to feel it inside her - and it found purchase.

Her labia parted with surprising ease around it - proof of her growing experience with matters sexual - and within seconds, she could feel the hot, pulsing mass inside of her. As she'd half expected after her experience with the wolfkin, it began to swell once inside, stretching her open. But where the wolf's knot had stopped right inside the entrance to her pussy, this one was at the tip of a rather long shaft... and the gator was wasting no time pushing the rest inside.

Or rather, he was letting her own body do the pushing. In this position, he only needed to relax his hold on her, and her own weight would drive her down on his vertically-pointed rod. His hugely muscular arms were providing only the slightest pressure as she slid downwards, taking his impressive length into her body. He grunted with pleasure as he felt her tightness around his shaft - and, more importantly, his bulbous, flared head. When at last her labia made contact with the rough, scaly skin of his crotch, that head was resting heavily against her womb - too broad to poke into her cervix as the wolfkin had done, but rather just pushing it deeper inside of her, stretching her birth-canal in both length and width.

And it certainly was getting stretched - while the shaft was slender, that flare at the end was noticeably wider than anything else she'd had so deep inside of her... if not quite as broad as the wolfkin's knot. Filled with blood, she could feel his heartbeat through it - a steady pulse that was rising with his arousal. His grin was getting broader as he looked down at her. "Hah... you took it all, huh? Good! I just wanted to be sure ya could. No need to hold back, then!"

Then his grip on her shifted, and he showed her what the strength of the gatorkin really meant. He was bouncing her up and down on his upthrust shaft like it was nothing, fucking her with his entire length. Her body's rise only stopped when his flared head tugged on her labia from inside, and the subsequent drop ended with said labia grinding against the rough scales of his groin, her clit catching the edge of his sheath more often than not.

With the flared head stretching her wide on every passage, pounding against her womb like a small, soft fist at the terminus of every thrust, her pussy was being stimulated like never before - from one end to the other. Her head lolled, bouncing along with her as she endured the brutal ride. Her body was nothing more than a toy between the powerful hands of the towering gatorkin... and she loved every minute of it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, drool forming in the corner of her mouth, as the violent sensations coursed from her pussy to her brain, hitting it with a series of equally violent orgasms.

Somewhat remotely, she realized that for the first time, she was genuinely helpless. The immensely strong gator could literally break her in half in a split second - and the flood of sensations rushing up from her pussy prevented her from forming a sufficiently coherent line of thought to send a mental order to her beasts. There were no ropes involved this time, but the gatorkin's powerful hands bound her far more surely. That feeling of danger and exposure only served to arouse her further, however, and she let her tongue hang out of her mouth as she bounced on his cock, willing him to do her even harder.

She'd long-since lost track of both the minutes and the orgasms when he finally came. He stopped thrusting, leaving her fully impaled on his cock as a deluge of spunk poured into her, filling her pussy. Perhaps because of the size or position of his flared cockhead, very little of it found its way into her womb - instead, it seeped down along his slender shaft, filling the space he'd stretched out during the long ride, and then dribbling out between her labia to stain his leathery skin.

As the feeling of slimy warmth spreading through her birth-canal accentuated her post-orgasmic pleasure, his reptilian head lowered itself over her upturned face, inviting a kiss she was only too eager to return. His wide, fang-filled mouth made a 'proper' kiss impossible, but neither one of them was inclined to let that dissuade them. She let her little pink tongue dance around the row of dangerous, crooked fangs that lined his jaw, as her soft lips touched his rough, scaly ones - and when he pushed his long, broad tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked on it.

Only when she felt his flared cockhead deflate inside her did he break the kiss - and unceremoniously lift her off his shaft to throw her back onto her bed, where she bounced slightly. His cock, topped once again by a pointy, leaf-shaped head, still stood stiff and hard, coated in a frothy mix of their juices, and he grinned down at her surprised - and slightly hurt - expression. "I wouldn't have minded keeping that up for a while longer, li'l miss, but that's just one of the ways I've come up with to give smoothskin ladies a good, hard dicking. And if I'm gonna show you the other one, I need to do it before I flare up again."

She managed to gather enough sense to mumble "Oh... okay..." before he reached down and flipped her over on her belly with one hand. She'd gotten so used to letting him manhandle her during the ride that it never occurred to her to protest as he simply pulled her body into the desired shape - pushing her knees up under her while spreading her legs, leaving her ass to stick out over her feet. Then he pushed his strong, muscular arms in through the gap underneath her knees, while leaning over her so that his scaly chest touched her back - and after securing his hands together in front of her belly, he lifted her into the air like that.

With her back resting against him like that, she had nothing to hold on to - she was even more at his mercy than before, dangling in his grip as her arms flailed uselessly. Her groin, meanwhile, was fully exposed and hanging directly above his stiff rod. But when he lowered her down over it, it wasn't her pussy it found - instead, the pointy, juice-slicked cockhead poked at her sphincter, and with her entire body-weight bearing down on it, gradually forced it open.

She'd experienced anal stimulation before - but nothing bigger than a couple of well-oiled fingers. Certainly nothing this big, applied with such brutal force. Under normal circumstances, she would have protested... but she was still nearly in a trance from the countless orgasms she'd received earlier, and was caught up in the sensation of being the huge gator's personal sex-toy, getting bounced around in his powerful arms with no input or action on her part required.

And so, she only groaned as she felt her ass stretch open and the bulbous cockhead pop inside. Once that had happened, there was no turning back regardless. It flared, like before - growing to its full size just inside her sphincter. It certainly wasn't getting back out again until it deflated. But even as he continued pushing her down on it, forcing the flared head deeper into her ass, she found that it wasn't nearly as painful as she'd imagined. Her sphincter had protested loudly but briefly, and now that it had snapped shut around his slender shaft, it didn't seem to mind the stimulation of rubbing against the smooth surface as it went inside her. The real stretching was happening deeper inside, now, and her intestine seemed capable of handling the girth of even the flared head. It was an odd sensation, to be sure - she could feel it pushing her open, stretching the internal tissue - but it wasn't painful.

Finally, she reached the bottom - her buns parting around the scaly protrusion of his sheath as he penetrated her ass as deeply as he could. She could feel his flared cockhead pulse inside her, nearly as high as her navel. He was chuckling above her as her ass reflexively squeezed his cock. "Ya know... there's no reason why you should just let your arms dangle like that. Might as well put 'em to use, yeah?" She didn't even have enough time to fully parse that oblique suggestion before he started moving.

Like before, he was using his full length on every stroke... but in this position, she wasn't just bouncing down on it with the force of gravity. He was holding her entire body within a tight embrace, pounding her down on his shaft with a fraction of his bone-crunching strength - enough to make her buttocks deform against his scaly groin, adding their elasticity to the next lift. At the top of each thrust, the flared head would tug on her sphincter from inside, making it bulge and stretch for a split second before she was pulled down again.

The fierce ass-fuck was sending unfamiliar feelings coursing through her body. Each thrust sent shockwaves rolling through her pussy, and the sensation of internal stretching was both familiar and foreign at the same time. She was feeling increasingly aroused, but the spark needed to get her off was missing. Within the first dozen thrusts, she'd followed through on his suggestion - reaching down to caress her attention-starved pussy with her practiced fingers.

She'd masturbated many times before, of course - it used to be her only source of relief. But this, needless to say, was different. Instead of being the main course, it was merely the spice on top of the rough ass-fucking the gatorkin was doling out. She hooked two fingers of one hand into her pussy to steady it and began to rub her clit with her thumb, even as her other hand cupped one of her rapidly-bouncing tits and began to pinch the sensitive nipple. Soon the orgasms were coming hard and fast again, each of them making her ass automatically clamp down on its long, hard intruder - sending fresh waves of pleasure through her.

Whether because the difference between gator females and humans made it hard for him to get off, or just because of an unusual degree of sexual stamina coupled with already having blown his load once, he lasted a long time. When at last he came - filling her rectum with his thick, slimy sperm - Sayn had long-since stopped masturbating. Her fingers and mind were tired out, and her eyes were half-closed as her head rolled on her neck with every bounce. Only the continuous stimulation of her asshole had kept her from falling asleep outright, exhausted by the powerful sensations that had rampaged through her slender body for so long.

He released her slightly cramped-up legs to dangle numbly below her, holding her against his chest with a light touch as she hung bodily from his still-hard penis, suspended on her own ass. Even as he continued filling her rear with his sperm, she began to drift off to sleep, and she barely stirred when he finally lifted her off his cock and gently deposited her on the bed. The last thing she sensed before the dream-world claimed her altogether was his rough voice, and the subsequent sound of him leaving the tent. "You'll have to forgive me for not stayin' to cuddle and whatnot... I still don't trust that flimsy-looking bed."

She was quite sore when she woke up the next morning - and not just her ass, either. Her body had spent a lot of time bent into a rather awkward shape the previous night, and arguably the night before that too. It was taking its toll, and the remaining Beastkin seemed understanding when she told them that the 'tryouts' would be on hold for a night, while she caught up on her rest. That was not to say, however, that she spent that day just lazing about and trying not to sit down when it could be avoided. Rather, she spent the time on introspection.

Introspection, of course, was somewhat easier when a portion of your own subconscious was running around and acting on its own. Cybra had hand-picked these beastkin for her, and after entertaining three of them, she had enough data-points to recognize a certain... tendency. None of them were the kind of gentle, eager-to-please lovers that her earliest, human candidates had been. They were all willful, eager to take charge in bed... with a greater or lesser degree of directness.

In other words, they were dominant - and faced with that conclusion, she could only admit to herself that she enjoyed playing the submissive. It was, after all, a game - all of them had come here in the hopes of winning her favor, so that she might aid their tribe - politically or militarily. By any standard of measurement, she was the dominant party in any such relationship. She spent her days terrifying entire kingdoms by her mere presence. And maybe that was exactly why she enjoyed letting go of her power and playing the obedient, sex-hungry submissive at night...

Had Cybra outright told the beastkin of this preference - which she had been unaware of at the time - during their trip back here? Or had it just picked beastkin with natural inclinations in that direction? Either way, they had helped her realize a large part of what it was she sought in her 'perfect lover'. But with that realization came another one... and, as if summoned by her mental wrestling-match, Cybra. It appeared at her elbow with an expectant look on its face, knowing the question before it was asked.

"So - I can only keep ONE of them?" Cybra nodded, rolling its eyes as it tended to when she asked pointless questions. "Yes, only one. In a situation like this, keeping more than that would be disastrous. Their tribes may be working to unite right now, but they've been rivals and occasionally bitter enemies for generations. Even if their tribal union winds up becoming a reality, you better believe there'll be lots of political maneuvering and backstabbing going on behind the scenes as the various tribes jockey for a better position... and if you keep representatives of two or more of them here, that backstabbing will spill over into our peaceful little camp. And one of those backs might be yours."

She sighed, knowing that he was right, but continued mulling it over in her head. The next day, she'd reached a decision - and was fully-rested and ready for another nightly visitor. Or, perhaps, several. "This is taking too long... we're going to need to speed things up a bit." The remaining nine beastkin, assembled before her to hear who would go next, looked somewhat nervous at this pronouncement. She grinned at them. "As such, I'd like to see ALL of you tonight... we'll make this a group session, and then we'll see which of you manages to really stand out."

Eyes widened down the line, but any protests they might be inclined to make died on their lips as she lifted an inquisitive eyebrow at them. Anyone protesting the unfairness of this arrangement would be effectively admitting that he or she wouldn't be able to stand out in a group of other beastkin. Hardly a good strategy for impressing her - and more importantly, their individual tribal prides would not allow it.

As the little assembly broke up, she eyed them each in turn, making note of their figures and traits. There were three females and six males, each representing a tribe. The lizardkin's long, muscular tail swayed enticingly as she walked. The foxkin's red fur covered a sleek, masculine physique, and probably a penis with a knot - something she'd learned to enjoy. The lionkin was a massive brute, nearly as big as the gatorkin - but rather than rough scales, most of his upper body was covered by a magnificent mane - she could imagine losing herself in its softness.

The deerkin was perhaps the most erotic-looking of the females - her delicate features and slim limbs conveyed the grace of a dancer, and her small, tufty tail drew the eyes naturally towards her perfectly-shaped bum. The horsekin was both muscular and wiry, seeming to embody a perfect fusion of speed and endurance - and based on what she knew about horses, he was probably hiding something fairly impressive in his sheath. The oxkin, meanwhile, was pure muscle - his massive shoulders leading directly into his equally broad, impressively-horned head. The boarkin was much the same, a creature of pure strength, only with sharp, curved tusks replacing the horns. Rough bristles covered the top of his head and the center of his back, and his small eyes were both sharp and intelligent.

The otterkin, last of the females, moved with a swimmer's grace, her sleek fur glossy with natural oils. An intriguing scent rose from her, and her sleek fingers hid a powerful, firm grip. Finally, the ratkin was an easy one to overlook - short and slender with an almost boyish physique, many of the other beastkin towered over him by a head or more. But his eyes darted everywhere, seeing everything, and they shone with creativity and insight. Of all the remaining beastkin, he was the one she was most sad not to be able to devote a full night to.

Before night fell and the menagerie entered her tent, she made certain preparations. The obvious ones included lighting numerous candles around her bed - reminiscent of her first time - as well as her normal oil-lamps, insuring good lighting for the night's activities. She also set out bottles of scented oil - not so much for any incidental massages, as for... lubrication, should it be needed. Less obvious was the mug of tea she brewed as she waited. The tea-leaves were special - a gift from an old woman that she'd saved from getting burned at the stake as a witch. They granted her clarity and alertness for at least 12 hours - something she'd applied rather successfully in past battles. However independent, her beasts still fought better when she was awake to direct them, after all. Tonight, though, she'd apply it for a less bloody purpose - ensuring that the 9 beastkin would, at least, have a LONG night in which to show their mettle.

And so, as the sun sank below the horizon, nine very different creatures filed into her tent, surrounding her beside the bed. She felt her pulse quickening as their hands reached for her body, and her arousal rose as she surrendered herself into their furry arms. Their bodies clustered around her, blocking her view and filling her nose with their intermingled scents. The males' tools were emerging from their sheaths, varying wildly in size, shape and texture, as they jockeyed for access to her three available orifices.

The oxkin seized her ass - his long, slender cock lubricated by a handful of expensive, scented oils as he pulled her buttocks apart and pushed it through her sphincter. She was still loose enough back there after the gatorkin's rough treatment two nights ago that it entered easily. The horsekin muscled his way to the front, his equine shaft not QUITE as huge as she'd half-feared, half-hoped - but still long, thick and sturdy-looking. Despite its girth, however, it required no lubrication but what she herself provided as it forced her labia apart, pushing inside of her.

As they bottomed out, the twin cocks lifted her slightly into the air, leaving her toes dancing an inch above the floor as she enjoyed her first double penetration. She wasn't supported solely by the two shafts for long, though, as the strong arms of her two muscular lovers quickly reached for her waist and chest, holding her steady in the air as they began to flex their hips, slightly out of sync with each other as they fucked her with powerful thrusts.

But being squeezed between two powerful, hot bodies didn't mean that her head was going to be ignored. The agile lizardkin scaled the back of her equine lover as if it was a brick wall, and then dropped herself crotch-first into the gap between the horsekin's muscular chest and Sayn's head. The lizard's powerful tail wrapped around the horse's neck and shoulder, keeping her in place as she spread her legs, pushing her pussy into Sayn's face. The light-green scales, smoother than any skin, continued right up to the edge of the inner labia, and the taste reminded her of fresh lettuce as she eagerly dug in, pushing the tight orifice open with her tongue. The horsekin merely grunted at the added weight, suggesting that the little stunt had been agreed upon in advance.

Simultaneously, her hands were being guided to their part of the celebration - a long, hot rod for her right, and a wet slit for her left. The faceful of lizard-pussy she was enjoying prevented her from seeing who or what she was jacking off and fingering, respectively, but that didn't prevent her from doing so to the best of her ability. Two hard cocks and the taste of fresh pussy were rapidly ushering her towards a powerful orgasm, and the rising flood of hormones and endorphins was drowning any restraint or reservation she might ever have had.

Her mind wasn't the only thing filling with hormones, either. The sweat and breath of 10 horny creatures filled the spacious tent, and despite the wide-open entrance allowing a steady breeze to replenish the oxygen, the enclosed space was rapidly filling with a heady cocktail of pheromones. Whatever rivalries might exist between the various beastkin tribes, it quickly eroded under the rising surge of mating-urges and lust.

Caught in a trance of pleasure and submission, Sayn was passed from hand to hand like a toy, her body used and abused with varying degrees of brutality. The other females weren't ignored either, as the orgy expanded beyond being just about her. Everything began to blur together for her, in a soupy mish-mash of pleasurable sensations, with occasional light lumps of pain to spice it up. Here and there, a snapshot of sight, sound and feeling stuck with her, standing out in her mind with almost shocking clarity.

The otterkin, on all fours between her legs, licking the horse-cum out of her pussy with a long, agile tongue - while further back, the ratkin held on tight to the otter's slender tail as he fucked her from behind. The lionkin penetrating her ass, bristle-like protusions on his cockhead tickling the length of her rectum on every thrust. The boarkin's long, thin cock snaking deep into her pussy, its corkscrew-shaped head penetrating her cervix as he deposited a huge load of hot cum in her, mixing with several loads already present to fill her pleasantly - and then plugging up her womb with a spurt of thick, glue-like slime as he pulled out.

She watched the deerkin straddle the horsekin on top of her creaking bed, the equine's huge shaft disappearing into the slender deer's asshole with ease as the elegant creature bounced on top of it. She, meanwhile, was on her hands and knees on the floor as the ratkin rode her from behind, his slender paw-hands spanking her buttocks with every thrust, making them jiggle. Then her vision was blocked as the foxkin stepped in front of her, pushing his hard cock down her throat. It tasted like cum and pussy, and she was fairly sure it wasn't HER pussy, either.

Later, the foxkin DID find his way into her pussy, as she sat astride him and rode his cock of her own accord, his knot tying them together. The deerkin was in front of her now, pushing her sweaty muff into Sayn's face. Cum was leaking out of it, of uncertain origin, but she didn't hesitate to lick it clean, gulping down the bitter, white goo along with the clear, smooth-tasting pussy-juice. Out the corner of her eye, she spotted the tigress, bent over and deepthroating the oxkin's cock while the gatorkin violently fucked her pussy. Apparently, the three beastkin she'd entertained earlier had felt left out, and followed the scent of the orgy to join it uninvited. This observation was confirmed when the wolfkin mounted her from behind, pushing his canine cock up her asshole and tying it in place. The two knots inside her squeezed against each other, speaking eloquently to her of bondage and surrender.

In the end, thanks to the special tea, she was the last one standing. The night was late enough to technically be early morning when the last of the beastkin fell to exhaustion, joining the rest of the menagerie snoring on her tent-floor and bed. She, while still conscious, had hardly emerged from the fray unscathed either. Her jaw was sore, her tongue was numb, and her asshole still gaped slightly from when the horsekin had stretched her open back there with his unsurpassed girth. Her pussy was worn raw and red, the labia puffy from the pounding they'd taken. Her buttocks were bright-red too, with vaguely-visible handprints on them - several of the other beastkin had followed the rat's example, most of them doing so with a great deal more force than the agile rodent. Cum dripped from both of her nether orifices and stained her face - and several loads of it had found its way into her belly, where it still lay hot and gooey.

All in all, it had been a most splendid night. With a satisfied sigh, she squeezed herself down between the lionkin and the foxkin as they snored on her bed, feeling their luxurious fur against her sweaty skin as she closed her eyes and rested her weary, worn-out body. The tea would prevent her from getting any real sleep for some hours yet, but she could at least take a load off for a bit, before making the necessary preparations for when her beastly harem awoke.

By the time they began to wake up, her tea had worn off, and she was deep in the realm of sleep. But she had gotten all the necessary preparations taken care of, and Cybra - who never slept - was ready to take care of things according to her desires. In this case, that meant informing the twelve representatives of the Beastkin Tribes that regretfully, none of them had been judged suitable to be The Beastmaker's permanent consort. While none of them looked particularly happy with this judgment, they did get a nice little consolation-prize to bring home with them - an officially sealed and signed letter informing the elders of the Beastkin Tribes that she would consider an alliance with their newly united leadership IF they officially recognized and welcomed human/beastkin unions in their tribes.

The Beastkin were more easygoing about such things than the human kingdoms in the first place, and dangling such a political coup in front of them would no doubt have the desired effect. So if nothing else, the twelve representatives would have a chance to welcome human lovers amongst their own people - and they could hold their heads high for bringing back the desired alliance, even if none of them had managed to win her hand and favor in a permanent partnership.

She fully intended to honor the alliance, too. If their visit had taught her anything (and it had, in fact, taught her a great MANY things), it was that she shared more kinship with them than with her supposed peers amongst humanity. What their visit had NOT done was, of course, solving the problem that had prompted it in the first place: Finding a suitable consort for herself. She'd come to the conclusion, even before the big orgy, that no single one of them would really satisfy her. TOGETHER, certainly - if she could've kept the whole lot as a harem, she would've been happy. But Cybra had not needed to remind her of how poor an idea it would be to invite such inevitable intrigue into her camp.

Regardless, the result was the same... Cybra left the camp again, with its customary expeditionary force, seeking new candidates. He was gone for several days this time, and she spent most of that time worrying about what her outer perimeter of scouts were reporting - namely, that someone was scouting HER. Men in stealthy, forest-colored clothes were hiding in the surrounding woodlands, spying on her. Fortunately, they did not seem to realize that the circle of large, fierce-looking beasts that patrolled her camp perimeter were entirely for show - her real eyes and ears were a selection of tiny beasts, mainly built from leaves, twigs and dried grass and patterned after small rodents. In the branches of the trees or the tall grass, they were effectively invisible, and they saw everything.

Unfortunately, there was little to see in this case... the men wore no uniforms, no crests, and no flags. But they were too numerous and too organized to be independent. She caught a break when one of her scouts saw a spy jotting down a note and attaching it to the leg of a carrier-pigeon. After all, she DID have flying beasts amongst her ranks too - they were too small and lightweight to be much use in combat, but they provided her with a priceless birds-eye view of things. And, of course, they could easily keep up with a pigeon. One of them - resembling a weasel with bat-like wings, made from lightweight twigs, leaves, and sailcloth - was tasked with pursuing the bird, and then report back to her about who her stealthy visitors were reporting to...

Before it could get back with that information, however, Cybra returned - with another flying creature in tow. Not one that she had created, mind - rather, one of nature's own mixed-up critters, though it wouldn't do to call a Griffon that to its face. The Griffons were, after all, a proud race - usually staying aloft of mankind's squabbles, and indeed of anything that didn't take place amongst the soaring peaks and clear skies they called home.

Thus, it was quite an honor to see one alight before her, inclining his great, feathered head to her. "I bear greetings from the Great Aviary of the Griffons." His voice was sharp and clear, almost whistling from his equally-sharp beak. She returned his gesture of respect with a half-bow of her own, while Cybra caught up and took his customary place by her right hand. "Your movements, and the impact you are having upon the world, have caught our attention. Though we usually do not interfere in the usual internal conflict of humanity, it has occurred to the High Pinion that having a powerful advocate such as yourself amongst the ground-bound ones might be useful for averting those oft-times bloody skirmishes that occasionally occur when humans or other groundwalkers impugn on our territory..."

He certainly had a way with words, she thought as she nodded politely in reply to the tirade. Not that she had trouble understanding what he was going on about - the griffons generally considered whatever mountains they nested on to be their territory, but it was vague (at least to non-griffons) how far down the mountainside that territory extended. Logging-operations, mines and quarries had all wound up falling afoul of griffon territory - and more often than not, the people who had invested in setting up such operations were unwilling to drop the whole thing on account of such territorial disputes.

The griffons were proud and powerful warriors - but their feathers couldn't turn an arrow, much less a crossbow-bolt... and while they usually inflicted significant casualties on whatever soldiers were rallied to defend the area, they almost invariably wound up pulling back after suffering some casualties of their own. Not that they ever LOST battles, mind - they simply came to the entirely logical conclusion that their territory didn't REALLY extend that far down, and what need did the rulers of the skies have for mere land, anyway?

But even as she was mulling over the political implications and possible benefits of allying with the Great Aviary of the Griffons, she was considering the potential sexual capabilities of her visitor. After all, Cybra hadn't brought him here purely as a messenger or supplicant, as his continued speech confirmed. "Your messenger informed us that you have tried and failed to find a suitable consort amongst your fellow ground-walkers. And so, I have been sent here to show you the strength and virility of the Griffons - and, if you would consent, to stay by your side as the representative of the Aviary."

Cybra whispered up to her as the griffon's speech ended. "By my calculations, we'd at least break even politically by allying with the Great Aviary. If this big fellow can fill your needs, well, that makes it a net win." She nodded, both to him and the griffon, as she pondered the implications of his form. He was easily the size of a horse - not counting the enormous wings that were currently folded neatly along his back - and he certainly did not lack for a dominating personality.

The size-issue would probably have been more intimidating to her if she hadn't caroused with a horsekin AND a lionkin mere days ago. Based on that experience and the fact that the griffon had the hindquarters of a lion, she figured he'd be slightly smaller in girth than the horsekin stud had been... but with any luck, he'd have the same kind of delightfully stimulating little bristles around his cockhead as the lionkin. Of course, the fact that he was part eagle threw a bit of a wildcard in there...

Needless to say, she took him up on his offer - and that evening, he strode into her tent with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. When setting up the candles around the bed this time, she'd arranged them somewhat facetiously. Two lines of lit candles led from the entrance of the tent to her bedside, where she was sitting in her skimpy silk robe - like an avenue of firelight. The griffon marched down this corridor with all the grace of an emperor walking down the red carpet towards his throne.

Once he reached her bed, she quickly and wordlessly slipped underneath his belly, eager to inspect the goods firsthand - and to pre-empt any attempts on his part to ruin the mood with speechcraft. Between his powerful, leonine haunches, she found his sheath - and the mighty tool that was emerging from it, hardening as it came into contact with the warm air. The overall shape was similar to the lionkin she'd caroused with during the earlier orgy - a long, smooth shaft terminating in a cone-shaped head with a slight indentation on the top-side where the urethra emerged, and a series of soft, bristle-like protrusions around its periphery, pointing backwards like tiny barbs.

However, it differed from the lion-cock she was familiar with in two ways: Firstly, judging from the way the base of the shaft was bulging, it had a knot - just like the vulpine and lupine lovers she'd known. It looked a tad lumpier than theirs, though - like it was several smaller knots instead of one big. Secondly, it was much, much bigger - as she'd figured, not QUITE as big as the horsekin's impressive specimen, but she hadn't calculated on it coming with a knot. It was... intimidating.

Momentarily, she was tempted to cancel the night's entertainment - just call it off. But... the feeling of such a huge, muscular body above her, just waiting to take charge and pound her into submission, was too enticing, and the musky smell emerging from the freshly-unsheathed cock helped too. With a shrug of surrender, she leaned forwards and began to lick the smooth shaft, helping it to harden while also providing additional lubrication. She sucked briefly on the head, tasting the bitter tang of pre-cum as her tongue played with the bony bristles. Above her, she heard the griffon groan, giving her an odd rush of joy. She felt perversely proud that even such a magnificent and powerful creature responded when she put her growing sexual skills to use...

She pulled her head back from the now fully-erect tool, looking at its spit-soaked size. She still had butterflies at the idea of taking something that big, that... textured inside her tender orifices. And more than that - she wasn't going to be easing him in. His size, strength and masculine musk was already triggering her submissive side - once he mounted her, she'd be in no position to tell him to take it easy. She'd let him ride her as roughly as he wanted to... and probably beg for more. Arousal rising, she took the only precaution she could - a bottle of expensive scented oil she'd left close at hand for just this purpose. A minute of vigorous stroking saw it spread evenly across the large shaft, adding a level of lubrication that neither her spit nor her pussy-juices could've managed.

Then, finally, it was time. She draped herself across the edge of her bed, with her knees on the carpet, spread wide. She'd covered the silk sheets with the thickest, heaviest furs she had available, hoping to blunt the sharp talons of the griffon's front legs, and now their soft, luxurious embrace enfolded her breasts and arms as she tried to calm her rapidly-beating heart. With a light hop, he was on top of her, his immense body covering hers entirely. "I hope you are ready, ground-walker... once I get started, I will not easily be able to stop." His voice was curt and authoritative, lacking most of the pompousness he'd displayed earlier. She just nodded, her pussy aching for penetration by now.

His bird-like front legs stood before her like prison-bars, ensuring that there was no escape from the large cock now poking at her groin, seeking an entrance. Instinctively, she grabbed hold of them, steadying her body as the questing cockhead located her labia and pushed them apart. It went easily at first - the cone-shaped cockhead slid into her with its brush-like beard of bristles slicked back by the pressure, followed by the long, smooth shaft. Inch after inch was pushed inside as the griffon flexed its haunches, paws inching quietly forwards over the thick rugs as he repositioned himself for a balls-deep penetration.

It was at the very end that things got tense. His knot, even uninflated, was bigger than anything she'd taken into her pussy - perhaps the size of her fist. Between the ample lubrication and the enormous strength of the griffon, there was no question it was going inside - her inner labia could only squeak in protest as they were stretched apart, prompting a sharp intake of breath on her part as the pain washed over her. It only lasted for a few seconds, however - then the knot was inside, and her overstretched labia could snap shut around the base of his cock. She could feel his leonine fur on her buttocks and thighs now - proof that she'd really taken all of him inside.

Of course, now that it was inside, the knot rapidly expanded to its full size - and while her internal tissue was significantly more flexible than the labia's tight portal, it was still a stretch. From the feel of it, the fully-inflated knot was nearly the size of a grapefruit, and she felt quite certain that there was little danger of it slipping back out again. Her pussy bulged outwards around it, helping to push it even deeper inside of her - not that there was any room to give there, either. The length of the thick shaft ensured that the tapered head was poking into her cervix, leaving both ends of her birth-canal stretched and stimulated. Her pussy was well and truly filled, wrapped around his cock like a glove around a hand.

Needless to say, when he started moving, it was with short thrusts - but much like the canines that had first introduced her to knotting, he made up for this with speed. The bed creaked under them as he rapidly accelerated his thrusts from a standstill to the point where his hips were nothing but a golden-hued blur. His fierce thrusts stirred up her overfilled pussy, stretching her labia, pounding her cervix, and tickling her deepest depths with the batch of soft bristles that had slid inside so easily...

Bright spots of pain mixed into the pleasure as it assailed her mind, the sheer intensity of the stimulation almost painful in itself. Her clit was being mashed against the edge of her fur-covered bed by the intensity of their mating, adding further fuel to the fire of ecstasy that was burning in her mind. Little catlike mewls were pushed from her lips by the impact of his thrusts, each a wordless plea for him to keep going.

Her sense of time shattered by the pleasure, she wasn't sure how long it lasted, but eventually he reached his climax as well. The thrusts instantly stopped, and with his cockhead resting directly against her battered cervix, he began to spurt hot cum into her womb. The quantity was beyond anything she'd ever experienced before - it didn't just fill her, it actually stretched her womb a little bit, turning it into a cum-filled balloon. She could feel it pushing against the smooth skin of her abdomen as she writhed on the bed, cumming despite the griffon's stillness.

Once he had finished emptying his (apparently highly spacious) balls into her, he rested on top of her for a while, breathing heavily as he recovered from the exertion. She basked in the afterglow of the numerous orgasms he'd given her, enjoying the feeling of warmth and fullness emanating from her pussy and womb. She was also exercising her overstretched vaginal muscles, tightening them rhythmically around his still-hard shaft - hoping that it sent the same signals to a gryphon as it did to a wolf: That she wanted him to keep going.

Apparently it did. "You remain unsatisfied? You are more wanton than I had imagined... but a griffon does not shy from a challenge!" His words were playful, but still carried that undertone of authority that made her feel like she was there to pleasure him, rather than the other way around. The sensation aroused her, and whispered words came unbidden to her lips. "Yes... please, fuck me more..." She punctuated the request by grinding her hips back against his, enjoying the tickling sensation of his furry crotch against her labia.

He chuckled above her, the sound sharp as it emerged from his beak. Inside of her, she felt his knot begin to deflate despite the stimulation she was pouring onto it. A small, despairing whine came from her throat as he pulled out, her labia barely noticing the slight stretching of the slight bulge at the base of his cock. "I fear this hole is too small for me to truly show my mettle... open your ass for me, and I'll demonstrate the true capacity of a Griffon lover!" His shaft, slick with oil, pussy-juice and cum, slid up her ass-crack, tickling her sphincter as it passed.

She barely stopped to think about what he was asking her to do. She was overwhelmingly horny, mind vague from dozens of orgasms, and savoring the taste of submission. She needed him inside of her again, and more to the point, she needed to obey. Her hands moved practically of their own accord as they released the thick bird-legs they'd been holding on to so far, and instead reached back down along her body to grasp her firm buttocks. Digging her fingers into the soft tissue, she pulled the twin orbs apart, forcing her by-now experienced sphincter to follow suit - turning it from a tiny brown star to a small, gaping hole.

The griffon's cone-shaped cockhead found the hole easily - and quickly made it larger as it pushed inside with the full weight of the massive beast behind it. Her sphincter shrieked under the strain as it was pulled open by his impressive girth, but she ignored it - it would soon adjust to the stress of accommodating the large shaft. She'd taken the horsekin's even bigger, equine cock back there, after all. Once. Somewhat briefly. Either way, it would soon have something far more serious to complain about - namely, the fist-sized knot that was now fast approaching this tiny, overworked gatekeeper of her ass.

She bit her lip as the pain radiated from her sphincter, stretched wider than ever before as the knot shouldered its way inside, driven by the griffon's irresistible power. In a way, the pain made her submission to his desires seem more real, more genuine. It was also fairly brief, as the well-lubricated knot slid deeper into her ass, stretching less sensitive tissue instead, and leaving her asshole to close around the somewhat thinner base of his cock. As she'd expected, her sphincter no longer had any protests to lodge about THAT level of girth.

Now fully embedded within her again, the knot began to swell as it had before - locking his cock in place deep within her rectum, and making her asshole bulge out obscenely. At the other end, meanwhile, his cockhead was finding a bit more room to work with than her pussy had offered - no cervix or womb barred the way forwards this time. In a couple more inches, he'd hit the sharp corner of her lower intestine, beyond which nothing of any real rigidity could hope to penetrate - but that was a couple of inches he hadn't had in her pussy.

And as he began to move, it became instantly clear why those scant inches made all the difference. The construction of his knot was somewhat different from that of her earlier, canine lovers - that much, she'd been able to tell at a glance. But what she hadn't been able to tell was that this different approach made it possible for the knot to 'slide' about an inch up and down on the shaft. Now that he actually had the space to use this added flexibility, his strokes became noticeably longer - enough so to reach nearly to the very bottom of her ass.

He'd lost none of his speed, however - the knot was still there, stopping his back-thrust and providing elastic assistance in surging back forwards. And with the longer thrusts, the bristles surrounding his cockhead were coming into their own too, raking across the sensitive internal tissue in a way that straddled the line between pleasure and pain. None of her previous anal lovers had been able to inflict half of this level of stimulation, and despite her freshly-fucked pussy still being empty and untouched - albeit tingling slightly as cum dripped steadily from it - she felt an orgasm begin to rise within her.

It wasn't like before - a nonstop climax where one orgasm blended into the next. Rather, she felt the tide rise with every shuddering thrust, lifting her closer and closer to release as she carefully savored each incrementally increased level of excitement. Then, after leaving her teetering on the very edge for several endless seconds, the powerful thrusts finally pushed her over the edge into a moaning, eyes-rolled-back-in-the-head orgasm, making her whole body convulse. Several more large dollops of cum were squeezed out of her pussy by the involuntary contractions, joining the growing puddle between her knees, soaking through the expensive carpet.

Regardless of how long he'd lasted the first time around, she felt confident that he lasted longer the second. He managed to lift her inexorably towards two more such slow-building, toe-curling climaxes before he finally came, spraying another immense load of hot spunk into the depths of her ass. She could feel the slimy fluid filling her, curling up through her digestive-system like a snake. Then, with the griffon gasping for breath above her after yet another exhausting ride, she simply rested there - both orifices packed with his cum, lazing in the afterglow of the last orgasm as they waited for his knot to lose its firmness.

When it finally did, and he had pulled his rapidly-deflating cock out of her ass, it was all she could manage to climb fully up onto the bed - not caring about the slimy trail of cum that was leaking from her still-gaping asshole, staining the bed-furs - and collapse there. Between the stress of the numerous orgasms she'd received when he mounted her pussy, and the tension of the slow-building climaxes she'd earned as he stretched open her ass, she was exhausted. The griffon, having apparently regained his breath, chuckled. "I see I managed to leave an impression - a lasting one, I hope. Rest on your bed of furs, by all means - I will seek a perch on my own."

She watched him leave through half-closed eyes, feeling somewhat regretful about it. Thought not terribly realistic, she'd had an idea about him curling up at the foot of her bed like a gigantic, fierce dog. She wondered, as she drifted off to sleep, if she'd be able to convince him to let her ride him as he soared through the skies. The griffons were notoriously proud, and generally unwilling to be used as mere steeds - and the fact that a few unscrupulous lords had captured griffons and used torture or magic to compel them into such service did not help matters. Still, if she pursued an... intimate relationship with the Great Aviary, perhaps she could earn enough of their respect and trust...

Despite dreams of flying amongst the cloud on a griffon's back, however, she awoke in a morose mood. Cybra was waiting at her bedside as she rose, a pair of her multi-armed 'menial' beasts standing ready to grab the stained furs and carpets the moment she didn't need them anymore, ferrying them down to the nearest stream for a much-needed washing. As they went about their business, she told Cybra her conclusion. "By all means, let us pursue a conditional treaty with the Aviary. If they agree to send their troops to aid me when I need some serious air-support, I'll help them deal with any incidental incursions on their territory. I'll... draft a letter saying as much to send back with their representative."

Cybra sighed as it nodded. "So, still not satisfied?" She shrugged, fidgeting slightly as she sought to put her feelings into words. "Oh, the sex was great... mind-blowing, even. But... I still feel like something's missing. I'm getting closer to hearing that 'great symphony' I mentioned when we started all this, but that just makes me more determined to find the real thing, instead of just settling for 'close enough'." The odd little construct just nodded again, rolled its eyes, and went off to gather a new 'expeditionary force'.

The griffon seemed like he had taken a nasty blow to his pride when she told him that he hadn't gotten the position... but he perked up somewhat when she gave him the treaty-letter to take back to the Aviary, and a whispered message just for him. "If you ever come back... as a messenger or representative of the Aviary, I mean... maybe we can have some more fun together. Just... casually, you know?" There was no real reason to whisper, seeing as the only other creatures within range of hearing were her own beasts, but it made it feel more intimate.

After seeing him off, she found more mundane work waiting for her - the flying beast she'd sent off after the scouts' carrier-pigeon before Cybra returned with the griffon had come back. The report it brought - conveyed in images flashed directly into her mind - pegged the destination of the message, and thus the origin of the nosey scouts, as the Free City of Mosvaruch. This was a surprise, to say the least - the Free City was a center of trade, art and academics, sitting astride several major trading-routes, and ruled by the Ten Families. The Families were a motley band of traders and nobles, holding on to their seats through a combination of connections and money - and generally too preoccupied with stabbing each other in the back and jockeying for position to worry about anything outside their city.

Why were they scouting HER out? Their city's militia was no great shakes - certainly nothing she'd be worried about - but as a number of would-be conquerors and bandit warlords had discovered the hard way, Mosvaruch's Ten Families had EXTENSIVE connections and deep pockets. Armies of mercenaries, battlemages and professional assassins tended to materialize practically out of the thin air whenever anything directly threatened the freedom of the Free City. Once or twice, they'd even managed to pile together enough treasure to convince a dragon to side with them, albeit briefly... and the results were the stuff of legends.

However, SHE hadn't threatened their city - at least, not that she was aware of. So why were they eyeballing her? She couldn't ignore something like that. Intercepting Cybra before it left, she briefly discussed the situation with him, and arrived at a conclusion. "All right, then... by the time you return, I'll have relocated the camp to the borders of Mosvaruch's lands. That should get a reaction out of them, one way or another - once I know what their deal is, I can take it from there." With a course of action settled, she sent out her lighter units to chase off the scouts in the woods, giving them orders to harass and threaten the stealthily-dressed men until they were at least a few leagues away from the camp, but not to kill them. There was no reason to escalate the situation before she had a better grasp of what the situation WAS...

Relocating the camp took less than a day - after all, she was the only one with a tent, so her army of beasts didn't require a lot of time to pack up or get ready. Within an hour of Cybra leaving on his expedition, she was rushing across the plains on the back of one of her beasts, with the rest of her forces spread out in a fan behind her. Even the bulky creatures that carried her things - including the heavy throne and the huge bed - had no trouble keeping up. Her long, brown hair dancing in the wind behind her as she rode, her thoughts were divided between the political implications of Mosvaruch's scouting - and the question of who, or what, Cybra would bring back to her bed this time around.

That same evening, however - just as her pack-beasts had finished setting up her tent - a more urgent matter forced those thoughts to the back of her mind. Namely, an immense dragon diving out of the sky and landing in the middle of her camp, dark-green scales glistening in the light of the setting sun. Immediately, thoughts of those rare incidents where Mosvaruch's united Families had managed to buy the services of a dragon came to mind, bringing with it a shiver of apprehension. A dragon was about the only thing that could genuinely threaten her from a purely military standpoint - she'd never managed to create a flight-capable creature larger than a seagull, and a depressing percentage of her army was highly flammable.

However, as the gears in her head began to turn, reason banished unthinking fear. If the dragon had been sent to destroy her, it wouldn't have landed - it would've strafed the camp with its flaming breath. It also wasn't making any offensive moves - it just sat there, surrounded by her creatures, looking at them with a mix of curiosity and interest. Steadying herself - and her voice - she stepped forwards to face the enormous beast. "Pray tell, great Dragon - what is your business here?"

The dragon's head immediately snapped around, moving on the long, slender neck like a striking snake. The green, predatory eyes, with their vertically-slitted pupils, focused on her, and she could not suppress a shudder. The broad smile that creased the dragon's reptilian face somehow failed to quiet her apprehension - perhaps because of the sheer number of huge, needle-sharp fangs it showed. "Ah. The Beastmaker herself. Much has been said and whispered of you - enough to reach even the ears of the dragons. Fear not - I have not come to prey on you, of my own accord or by the orders of others."

She tried to take comfort in his words - at least, she assumed he was a he, based on the deep, bass-like rumble of his voice - but the sheer power that vibrated through the air with every word he spoke made her body shiver with the suppressed desire to run. She was facing the most ancient, most powerful predator in the world, and the animalistic part of her brain was screaming at her to run for cover lest she become a meal. His sheer presence was overwhelming - something that was sensed more than seen, an aura of magical and physical might.

Nonetheless, she forced herself to be calm, and steadied her voice once more. "I am, of course, happy to hear that you do not come as an enemy. But that does not, by itself, answer my question." The dragon laughed, the sound shockingly loud in the twilight stillness. She suddenly realized that all other sounds had disappeared. Animals and insects normally paid no attention to the passing of her beasts, seeing nothing in them but the tangles of grass, mud and stones that they were created from. But now - not a single bird was singing, not a single bug was chirping. Every living thing in the area had sensed the arrival of the dragon, and with her as the sole exception, had had the good sense to flee or hide.

"You are brave. I had heard as much. Very well, since I am a guest in your camp, I shall answer your question..." The tooth-filled smile on his face became narrower, taking on a noticeably naughty twist as he spoke. "Like I said, many whispers of you have reached my ears. I take more of an interest in the affairs of mortals than most of my brethren, so I have been... paying attention, shall we say? Of late, I have heard rumors that you are searching the world, high and low, for a suitable consort. And that so far, you have found none capable of meeting your standards... not even a Griffon."

The last word had an unpleasant twist to it, as if the dragon found it ill-tasting. Which he probably did. Both dragons and griffons considered themselves the kings of the skies, and both were too prideful to share the title. In a fight between a dragon and a griffon, there was no real contest... but dragons were rare, and griffons often flew in large formations. A well-coordinated wing of griffons could bring down a dragon, though not without terrible losses. Generally, the two winged species took some pains to steer clear of each other's territories, both knowing that the inevitable skirmishes that would result would lead to pyrrhic victories at best.

But if a dragon saw an opportunity to put an arrow in the collective pride of the griffons, WITHOUT risking a direct confrontation with their claws and beaks... well, on reflection, it was obvious that one would pounce on such an opportunity. Sayn's face twitched slightly as her brain caught up with the labyrinthine reasoning that had apparently brought this enormous beast before her. Her tongue feeling dry, she only barely kept herself from stammering as she spoke. "So, you have come here... as a suitor?"

The dragon nodded, looking extremely pleased with himself. "All the world knows, there is no creature more magnificent than a dragon... and surely, you can see the advantage of having one by your side, hmm?" She could, indeed. She was already making entire kingdoms tremble in fear if she so much as gazed in their direction. If she started walking around with a dragon by her side - or, better yet, flying around on his back - many of those who were currently plotting her downfall would most likely feel a strong compulsion to seek a different career. Perhaps on a different continent. However...

"I am flattered that a great Dragon would come to seek my hand, but... I fear there may be an issue with regards to... ehm... size." She let her eyes pan across his immense body as she talked. He was literally the size of a house - well, a cottage, anyway. Her entire body was roughly as long as one of his legs. His wingspan could shade her king-sized tent. Even if he was poorly equipped by objective standards, the difference in scale meant that he'd still be packing far, far more meat than her body could conceivably absorb without being torn apart.

However, the dragon just chuckled. "Oh... size is the only problem? Well, then, I'm glad to see there are no serious objections..." As he talked, a purple light began to gleam on his brow, like a small, but bright, star. A magical aura expanded from that point, covering his entire body... and as she watched, dumbfounded, he began to shrink. Several yards of his immense body disappeared within seconds - leaving him the size of a small horse when the magical gleam dissipated. His proportions were unchanged, and he still had the same imposing aura - that of a sleek, deadly, and enormously powerful predator. Just... a smaller one.

"Will this size be suitable? I can go smaller if necessary..." He grinned at her stunned expression. "Many mortals are so awestruck by the strength and power of our bodies, that they forget that we are also masters of the arcane. I have lived a hundred of your lifetimes, mortal - magic holds no mysteries to me." With an effort of will, she rallied her overwhelmed mind long enough to find her voice again. "Certainly... impressive. I'm sure that size will be fine. It... depends, you know." His smile only got naughtier as he replied. "Oh, no worries... I'm sure I'll be able to find JUST the right size."

And so, that night, she waited on her bed with a rapidly-beating heart as a dragon entered her tent. He'd kept the size he showed her earlier - putting him at just about the same shoulder-height as a griffon, though probably quite a bit heavier, what with the long tail and neck and the hard scales. But where the griffon had entered her tent with confidence bordering on arrogance, the dragon entered it with casual majesty. It felt as if the moment he stepped inside, it became HIS tent - and she was now sitting on his bed, awaiting his pleasure.

She quickly pulled off her silk robe. Next to his gleaming scales, it seemed cheap and drab. She'd set up candles around the bed as had become the custom - but the dragon apparently found the lighting insufficient. Glancing around, he concentrated briefly - and as his brow flashed purple once again, dozens of floating globes of magical light appeared above and around the bed. Then, almost as an afterthought, he directed his gaze to the bed itself, and cast another spell. She felt the bed shake slightly under her, then stop.

He grinned as he approached her, nodding at the bed. "A simple spell of reinforcement. Even lessened like this, I am quite weighty, and it would not do for it to collapse under the intensity of our lovemaking..." She blinked at the casual way he'd solved a problem that had existed since her first reptilian lover entered her tent - the heavyweight gatorkin who'd steered clear of the bed for being too 'flimsy'. She also blushed at the casual way he referred to their plans for the night, and felt herself grow increasingly wet.

Stopping just short of the bed, he sat back on his haunches as his eyes roamed liberally across her naked body. "Well?" He said, giving her a challenging look. "I know you want to see it... come closer, and sate your curiosity." Spreading his hind legs, he gave her a glance of his sheath - a bulge of scaly skin that was currently beginning to open up like a vertical eye, reminding her once again of the gatorkin. She didn't waste time in reminiscing, however, and quickly dove between his legs, watching with fascination has his tool emerged from hiding and curled into the air in front of her.

It was surprisingly similar to a human cock, at least at first glance. A long, smooth shaft terminating in a pronounced cockhead - no sign of a knot, and no barb-like bristles. But as it rose in front of her, she could see something move underneath the silk-smooth surface. This was no mere blood-filled balloon - veiny muscles ran around the base and up the underside of the shaft, suggesting that it was fully prehensile. As it hardened, the texture became more pronounced, the smooth skin stretched taut across the muscles. On the other side of the shaft, the same tightening brought a bony ridge into view, running from the base and clear to the crown in a line of hard little nubs. The lower edge of the head also became harsher, showing a number of tight little curves in its line that indicated another bony ridge hiding underneath the skin.

Fully exposed and erect, it looked imposing - and just as big as the griffon's cock, albeit without the added challenge of a knot. The scent it spread in the tent as it emerged was nothing short of intoxicating - a male musk with dangerous, predatory overtones that for once put her in full agreement with her animal instincts. They were telling her to just lie down and surrender to the beast - which translated neatly into her submissive impulses.

Eagerly, she leaned forwards and engulfed the head in her mouth. The taste it had brought with it from its sheath was strong - like concentrated sweat. Her lips and tongue caressed the edges of the head, confirming that its lower ridge was, indeed, hard as bone - and making her shiver at the thought of what it would feel like raking across her insides. She couldn't get more than the head into her mouth - it was too big - so instead, she pushed her chest forwards and enfolded the shaft in the subtle curves of her bosom, using her hands to push her breasts together around it.

Her body undulated as she pleasured him, her chest grinding up and down the silk-smooth shaft while her mouth applied powerful suction to the head. Her tongue danced around, seeking, finding and teasing the tiny hole at the very tip that was his urethra. She felt him shift above her, his large body casting a long shadow across hers, and then a powerful claw on the back of her head. "So hungry you are, girl... but if you wish to taste the dragon's ambrosia, you had best be prepared to swallow it all." His rumbling voice was firm, and brooked no arguments.

There was none of the fake undertones that she'd felt with earlier lovers. With them, by and large, it had been a game - her actions in bed had never changed the fact that she was the one with the power. Even when they'd held her very life within their claws, the underlying facts had remained - that hurting her would've had terrifying consequences for them. But this was different. The dragon's dominance was as complete as it was genuine - he was acting with the expectation of her utter, unquestioning submission.

Needless to say, he got it. Ever since she'd realized that she enjoyed being sexually dominated, this was what she'd longed for - no undertones, no questions, no reservations. There was no reason to keep anything in reserve, no reason to resist. The dragon's power and dominion was absolute, and all she needed to do was to obey. Feeling the weight of his claw on her head, she hungrily sucked on his cock, kneading it with her boobs as she felt it begin to throb. And when his thick, strong-tasting sperm began to spray into her mouth, she quickly swallowed, not wanting to let a single drop escape her lips.

It was hot and bitter, with undertones of nuts. Every spurt of it filled her mouth before she gulped it down, feeling it slide slimily down her throat to fill her stomach. In terms of sheer quantity, it was still a few tiers below the deluge that the griffon had put out - but it was much hotter, like freshly-made porridge. By the time the last, weak spurt had emerged from his urethra and been dutifully swallowed, the entire load lay heavily in her stomach like a hot meal.

Finally, the claw on the back of her head was removed, and she lifted her head to gasp and cough briefly, clearing her airways and catching her breath. The shaft between her breasts was still rock-hard, never softening even slightly, and the dragon grinned down at her from above. "Well, I think that's enough foreplay... lie down, girl, and offer me your body." The commanding tone of his voice was electrifying, and she jumped up from her crouch as if her legs had been taut, metallic springs. Her pussy already throbbing in eager anticipation, she draped herself over the edge of her bed as she had done for the griffon... but the dragon clicked his tongue in disapproval. "The other way around, girl... I want to see your face."

Obediently she flipped over, leaving her ass perched on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread wide and her feet on the floor. The bed had once again been covered with thick, heavy furs - though even they had little hope of blunting the dragon's sharp claws. He strode towards her, smiling toothily as he nodded. "Yes... that will do. I just need to secure you in place, now..." Once again, his brow glowed with a purple star, and his magic lashed out. Glowing bonds enfolded her limb, tingling slightly where they touched her flesh. They wrapped around her arms, legs, and thighs - tying her down to the bed, arms outstretched, while her thighs were pulled even wider so as to leave her fully exposed.

She tugged experimentally at the bonds, more out of curiosity than any desire to get loose. They pulled back, like a living thing, wrapping tighter around her limbs like a snake - or perhaps the vines of some great, unseen plant-creature. Certainly, the dragon's magic bound her far surer than any silk ropes - she wasn't getting loose until he chose to release her. His body covered hers, claws sinking into the furs beside her head as his snake-like neck curved in order to put them face-to-face. Even in those alien, predatory eyes, she could recognize the glow of lust. He wasn't just here to show up the griffons - he wanted her. Wanted to fuck her. She felt her arousal rise, if possible, even higher.

His cock entered her pussy like it owned the place - which, for now at least, it did. Her labia parted easily around it, aided by the lubrication of her saliva... and the pussy-juice that had been flowing by the gallon practically since the dragon entered her tent. With one smooth thrust, he was fully embedded within her, filling her completely. The walls of her pussy were tight around his girth, conveying to her the sensation of muscles flexing underneath the silk-smooth skin as he began to move.

This was no simple, linear fucking, though. His prehensile cock twisted inside her, stirring up her pussy as it pulled up, then down, then left, then right. He was touching places inside of her that she didn't know existed, and she was cumming hard before his second thrust had hit home. It also immediately became clear that he had more reasons for adapting this position than just the chance to watch her O-face... the line of bony protrusions along the top of his cock were grinding against her clit on every stroke, in and out, adding another dimension of pleasure to what he was doing to her insides.

He was using his full, imposing length on every thrust, too - at the limit of each out-stroke, the bony ridge on the underside of his cockhead was teasing her inner labia from the inside, and at the limit of the in-stroke, his tip was kissing her cervix. The pleasure was on a different level from anything she'd experienced before - and it was making her body convulse in a non-stop orgasm, her body flexing as much as the bonds would allow. He clucked his tongue above her, a playful look in his eyes as his brow began to glow. "So energetic... it seems that I did not bind you tightly enough." New bonds sprang out of the thin air, binding down her stomach and chest as well... and, not incidentally, spiraling around her full breasts, squeezing them and pinching her hardened nipples.

With her body wrapped up in his magic, and his cock wrapped up in her pussy, he was stimulating every erogenous zone she had - and then some. All thought fled as she surrendered herself to the pleasure. When his large, reptilian head lowered itself over hers, she eagerly opened her mouth to kiss him, sucking on his long, serpentine tongue as he pushed it into her throat. Her tongue danced across his long fangs as their spit mixed, and she felt his hot breath on her face - it was like staring into a furnace.

And he just kept going - pouring powerful thrusts into her helpless body one after the other. If she'd had any sense left to keep track of the time, she would've found that he kept it up for a mind-boggling two hours and change. In all that time, she never stopped cumming. When at last he climaxed - spraying a huge load of hot, thick cum into her womb, filling it up completely - she'd been reduced to a drooling wreck of pleasure, muscles convulsing rapidly against her unmoving bonds as her synapses were overwhelmed by the endless flood of sensation.

Her pussy-lips were red and swollen, worn raw by countless powerful thrusts, but they still slid easily across his smooth shaft as he pulled out, leaving her pussy dripping with a frothy mix of cum and juices. "Well, then..." he said thoughtfully, his voice seeming distant to her, as if he was talking from the other end of a tunnel. "I believe the next bit goes like this..." The bonds around her legs shifted - no longer binding them down, they were instead pulling them up, lifting her groin along with them while keeping them just as widely spread as before.

As she felt his cockhead - wet with their mixed juices - poke at her repositioned anus, no words of protest came to her lips. Only a small, submissive whine. She was exhausted, sore, and overwhelmed by the endless orgasm that was only now fading into afterglow - but she knew that her body was his to do with as he pleased. To use for his pleasure. The small pain that shot through her as he forced open he sphincter barely registered in her tired mind.

His shaft slid inside with little resistance, filling her ass with its hot, hard mass. His scaly groin ground up against her buttocks as he bottomed out, and he chuckled above her. "Well, now... spacious. Be a shame not to take advantage of that..." A magical glow surrounded him, and his huge, scaly body grew imperceptibly larger... including the dick in her ass. Millimeter by millimeter, it grew wider and longer, until his cockhead reached the deepest accessible depths of her rectum. By then, the whole shaft was as thick as the griffon's uninflated knot had been.

Sayn groaned, twitching slightly as she felt the huge rod impale her. It was filling her in a far more literal manner than before - having been scaled up to be at the exact limit of what her body could take. And it was just as active as before - the muscles that made up most of its mass were twitching and flexing, stirring her ass even as he once again began to fuck her with long, powerful thrusts. The friction made her sphincter bulge outwards dangerously as he drew back, only to practically cave in as he pushed forwards again. But with every thrust, the friction grew lesser, as the natural lubrication was spread around and her ass became accustomed to the size of the intruder.

The early waves of pain were already fading, replaced with a growing surge of pleasure, when the dragon added another little wrinkle to the affair... another tendril of magic, curling out from the bonds that bound her stomach and thighs, to wrap around her hypersensitive clit. Pulling and pinching, tugging and squeezing, it sent new bursts of pleasure through her tired body. Soon, she was cumming again, and as her pussy instinctively contracted, it squeezed out a steady flow of cum - which ran down her taint to coat the shaft currently driving in and out of her asshole. The added lubrication only served to accelerate her adaption to the ass-stretching, as her sphincter gradually gave up its protest.

With her pussy left empty, he couldn't manage to keep her in a state of constant orgasmic bliss like before - but the climaxes still came hard and fast, barely giving her time enough to breathe between them. Her exhausted mind started slipping in and out of consciousness, unable to keep up with the flow of sensations any longer. Even as her body continued to writhe in pleasure with each shuddering thrust, she sank deeper into the embrace of sleep, crossing directly from an obscene and sensual reality, to lurid dreams of impossible eroticism.

She was thus unaware that the dragon, unconcerned with her reduced level of response, continued to fuck her with undiminished energy for several more hours. When at last he reached his climax - spraying his hot, thick seed deep into her intestines - he stopped briefly to catch his breath. At this point, finally, he was feeling a little bit winded. Then, noting that he'd managed to literally fuck his partner into insensibility, he pulled out and once again used the size-alteration spell.

When Sayn finally woke up - near noon the next day - she was more than a little sore. Her asshole, in particular, still seemed to be having some trouble pulling itself back together. Any complaints she might have had about last night's session, however, vanished when she realized that there was a dog-sized dragon curled up in a green-scaled little ball at the foot of her bed, snoring slightly. And as she went about her business, the thought of sending him away did not occur to her.

He never asked her for a decision. His absolute confidence meant that he could not conceive of her finding him insufficient. And while she retained a nagging sense that something was still missing, she could not think of such a thing either. Nor did she have any protests against the dragon's impressive libido, or lack of concern for timing. Other than her beasts, they were the only people in the camp, after all - so what did it matter if he enjoyed ambushing her in various creative ways?

His favorite trick was to shrink to the size of a cat, using his green scales as camouflage as he hid within the tall grass, and then sneaking out to trip her up as she moved. Once she fell to her knees, he was behind her in a flash, growing to the size of a large dog, or a small horse, depending on mood - and swiftly mounting her as his magical bonds pulled her dress aside and bound her to the ground for the duration. Often he'd taunt her about watching her step better as he thrust into her, drawing only moans in reply.

The next night was nearly as intense as the first, just going through some different positions. He fucked her on all fours on the floor, bent over the edge of her bed, and even up against the trunk of a sturdy tree that had been grown in an instant, in the middle of her tent, by his magic. Once again, she did not so much fall asleep as get fucked into unconsciousness, her battered orifices growing increasingly accustomed to the rough treatment.

She went through the next day in a lust-filled daze, constantly waiting for the next time he'd jump out at her and push her to the ground, her legs immediately spreading to give him access. She'd stopped wearing underwear altogether - it only got in the way. As night began to fall, they did not bother to retreat to her tent - his globes of magical light lit the center of the camp, and he took her repeatedly, right there in the middle of the grassy field.

He grew to his full, immense size, and tasked her with bringing him off with her hands and mouth - his cock, at this scale, was the size of one of her legs, and tongue soon learned every detail of its surface as she licked and kissed her way up and down the shaft, then wrapping her entire body around it, hugging it tight as she sucked on its tip, her tongue pushing into his urethra. When he finally came, the force of the resulting jet of cum threw her off, and coated most of her body as she fell on her back. Her fingers eagerly caressed the curves of her body as she scooped up the thick jizz, bringing each juicy dollop to her lips.

He shrank back to the horse-size that represented the limits of her body, and lifted her into the air on a network of glowing vines. She dangled there, all four limbs outstretched, as he mounted her - every thrust sending her swinging back and forth. Every time he pulled back, she'd follow, swinging back towards him - only to be met halfway by his next thrust, its power magnified by her own weight. Then, he flipped her over in the air, and mounted her again, thrusting deep into her ass this time... and when he was fully embedded, he pulled her bonds upwards.

The vine-like magical bonds, which had previous fastened her to nothing more or less than the thin air, now bound her arms and legs backwards, fastening her to the dragon's round, muscular chest. Then he spread his wings and took off, soaring into the night air. Every wingbeat pushed her down against his cock as he clawed his way into the sky, making her gasp. But the rushing air cooled her sweaty body, and soon she was gasping for a different reason. Suspended beneath the dragon's chest, she watched the world stretched out below her - covered in darkness, but burning with pinpricks of light.

Below them, a whirl of colored balls of light showed her where they'd taken off from. To the west, the Free City of Mosvaruch gleamed with the light of a thousand torches and cooking-fires, seemingly unconcerned by her presence at its borders. Scattered in all directions, the night-black hills and forests were dotted by the solitary bonfires of travelers and herdsmen, and towards the horizons, she could see the lights of other great cities.

Few had seen the world from a dragon's back... and how many, she wondered, from beneath a dragon's belly, impaled on his cock? For hours they circled, every beat of his mighty, bat-like wings another thrust, while his prehensile member eagerly writhed within her. The dramatic sight below her kept her awake beyond the point where she normally passed out, but in the end, sleep caught up with her, and she was barely aware of their landing, or her release from the bonds that had tied them together for the flight.

The next morning, she awoke not on a luxurious bed of silks and furs, but naked, in the middle of a field, the ground beneath her stained with cum. Her body was stiff from sleeping on the hard ground, but as she pushed herself groaning to her feet, she saw the dragon, seated cat-like a few yards away, displaying his full size for once. He was staring intently towards the east, his nostrils vibrating as his serpentine tongue darted repeatedly out of his mouth, tasting the air.

She followed his gaze, but saw nothing of interest. Forest and fields stretched before them, showing little sign that she and her army had passed that way three days ago. Noticing that she was awake, the dragon turned to face her, a melancholic smile on his scaly lips. "Ah, you rise at last... I was waiting. I felt that our liaison, however short, was worth a proper good-bye, rather than me just slinking away in the dead of night."

She blinked a few times, trying to clear her voice of its early-morning roughness before she spoke. "You're... leaving?" He nodded. "I'm afraid so. I would've liked to stay by your side, but... I sense a great power approaching from the east, and taste Destiny upon the air. It would seem that I was not the one meant to be your consort. We Dragons can feel these things - and we know better than to fight them. The one you have been searching for is near, and I will not seek to compete with it."

He flashed her a broad, fang-filled smile as he spread his wings. "I hope I at least made the wait more entertaining... and take solace in the fact that I managed to keep your attention three times longer than a griffon could! Good-bye, Running-Through-Grass, Sayn, Beastmaker... until we meet again, if Fate wills it so!" With that, he took off into the air, rapidly turning into nothing but a small, green speck against the clear blue skies.

She stared after him for several long minutes, feeling strangely lost without the all-consuming dominance of his presence. Then, reluctantly, she shook it off, turning her head to the east and reaching out with her feelings. Remotely, vaguely, she could sense it - her beasts, Cybra amongst them, approaching. They were still far away, but they were closing fast. She did not know who or what accompanied them, but it was apparently impressive enough to make a dragon bow out gracefully... so it wouldn't do to receive it naked, dirty, and covered in dried cum!

She took her time bathing in the nearby stream, washing her hair and body with expensive, high-quality soaps. She'd neglected her personal care over the past few days, and it was time to make up for it! Her menials - the many-armed beasts she'd created for practical work - were busy also, cleaning the luxurious dresses that had become stained with grass, dirt and cum over the course of the past days' 'ambushes' by her draconic lover.

By the time Cybra entered the camp, she was sitting on her throne - and looking every inch like someone who belonged there. Her hair, smelling faintly of perfume, was held back by a priceless, gem-studded diadem she'd received from an emissary of the Elven Conclave. Her dress was an elaborate waterfall of rainbow-colored silk, spilling down her curves to pool beneath the throne - spoils of war, grabbed from the harems of the King of Sarkaroth when she happened to notice that one of his concubines (long-since fled) was the same size as herself.

Yet, whatever majesty she could rally about herself paled when her newest guest entered her tent side-by-side with Cybra. Its body resembled that of a deer in shape - long-limbed, long-necked and moving with exquisite grace. But rather than fur, it was covered by golden scales, sparkling in the sunlight streaming in through the open tent-flap. The scales, however, only covered it partially; they spilled down from its back like water, leaving the underside of its neck, its stomach and chest, and most of its legs uncovered - showing a pure, milk-white hide. A long, smooth mane streamed out from its head and neck, like that of a horse - and a tail, much the same - but their colors were cascading light-blue and white, simultaneously summoning up an image of the cresting waves of the sea and the drifting clouds of the sky. Finally, at the top of its head, a single horn arched out - not the pure ivory spiral of a unicorn, but a golden-brown branch, like that of a young buck.

She was stunned by what she saw. They were whispered of in legends - said by some to be the most beloved children of the gods, and by others to be the gods themselves; a form they chose to wear when they walked amongst mortals. The Kirin - most obscure, mystical and awe-inspiring of all creatures. And, she realized as she took in its dazzling appearance, the ideal she had been working towards all her life without even realizing it. Its appearance was patched together from so many different facets - the body of a deer, a single horn from a buck, the mane and tail of a horse, the scales of a golden dragon... and yet, it all fit together, not as some odd mutation, but as a creature more true than those whose features it seemed to have stolen. Her beasts - fusions of various creatures both mundane and mystical - represented a small, shaky step towards such a form.

Cybra cleared its throat as she gaped at the majestic visitor. "Allow me to present to you Korlin, of the Kirin." The creature nodded in greeting, and she finally met its eyes. They were deep, brown, and wise. Of course, that was what the Kirin were known for - they were not warriors or terrors of the skies like the griffons or the dragons (though the stories did say that they could ride across the clouds as easily as the ground), but sages. They abhorred violence, and were sickened by the smell of blood. Kindness, compassion and enlightenment was the cloak that surrounded them... but with it came an unparalleled magical might, ensuring that only the greatest of fools would mistake their pacifism for weakness.

She finally found her voice. "I am honored to welcome such an illustrious being. I... uhh... honestly don't know what to say." As she spoke, however, the Kirin laughed - a warm sound, like a tinkling bell. Its voice was like music as it spoke. "There is no need to sit with such formality, my dear Sayn... I am neither a diplomat, nor a supplicant. But perhaps the fault is my own, for shining my finery in your eyes like this..." As it spoke, the magical creature shifted before her, its form turning indistinct and hazy.

When again it stood sharp, it no longer resembled a creature out of myth - but a young, human woman. Well, more or less. Her skin was golden-orange, and her long hair light-blue, bringing to mind a sunset over the ocean. Her features were delicate, but almost boyish - as was the grin on her face. The 'her' part was unmistakable, however - she wore a beautiful robe of purest white, which bulged pleasantly at the front. "Ah... a woman, then..." she hadn't even realized that she was speaking aloud, but even though it was naught but a mumble under her breath, Korlin heard it and giggled. "Is that disappointment? I am sorry, but you are wrong... a Kirin is neither man nor woman, but both - and neither."

Sayn blushed with embarrassment, but perhaps also with something else. Her brain was only now starting to catch up with itself, and she realized that the Kirin - Korlin, she reminded herself - had used her own name. Sayn. The name she'd chosen for herself, years ago - rather than the name her parents had given her before she was old enough to disagree, or the name the rest of the continent had given her as it shivered in fear of her power - The Beastmaker. Somehow, just hearing someone use her name so casually warmed her heart. The only one who'd done so for far too many years was Cybra, and it hardly counted - she was just talking to herself in those cases, after all.

Of course, that same mental bond also meant that she was aware that Cybra hadn't told Korlin her name during the trip back here. Nor was it exactly common knowledge. Rather, she realized, proof that the stories of 'The Eyes of Wisdom' were not exaggerated - when a Kirin looked at you, it saw your true self, your true name, and your true heart. It was impossible to deceive or lie to a Kirin, even by omission. She swallowed, suddenly feeling very small in her expensive dress on her expensive throne. Did she really want anyone to see her so... naked?

But Korlin just laughed again, her voice just as pure and beautiful in her human form as it had been before. "Such worry, such uncertainty, from one so young! Come, now, do not fear me! I have, after all, come here as merely another applicant for the position of your First Consort. Oh, and... it's fine if you think of me as a woman. It is easier, I suppose. Your language lacks the words to speak of someone whose gender is more... fluid, anyway."

Sayn looked up, feeling her heart in her throat as she watched the inhumanly beautiful woman approach her, her steps still filled with almost divine grace. "You... want to be my consort? But... why?" It was true that the 'applicants' had been getting increasingly powerful - but they'd all needed something from her. The griffons needed an ally on the ground, the dragons needed to put a thumb in the griffons' eye... what could the Kirin, respected by all and beloved by the gods, possibly want from her?

Korlin chuckled, still closing the gap between them at a slow, steady pace. "Come, now, you should be able to think of at least one good reason for my presence. Surely, you've heard the legends, no? Great kings and emperors who stood as rulers over entire continents - with a Kirin by their side?" She had, indeed, heard such legends - old ones, speaking of mythical rulers of impossible magnificence, those who had united countless kingdoms and tribes beneath their rule and brought peace and unity to the lands. "The Voice of Compassion..." she whispered, and Korlin nodded. "Indeed. An old custom of my kind - to become companions and advisers to those who wield great power, in the hopes of guiding them to a gentler path. That the way to power is paved with blood and death is a fact that even we cannot change - but we can always point towards the least distasteful option out of many unpalatable ones."

Sayn nodded, almost absently, as those ancient legends repeated themselves in her head. Said like that, it DID make sense. She hadn't thought of herself as an equal to those nigh-mythical ancient rulers, but... she couldn't deny that she probably was. She was certainly shaking up the continent, juggling alliances and conflicts with kingdoms, tribes, and entire cultures. That the Kirin would want one of their own by her side, advising her and seeking to steer her away from the darker paths was entirely reasonable.

Her heart sank as the political calculus unfolded before her. The Kirin, who desired peace and unity, would get a voice next to her ear, aiming to further their cause. She, meanwhile, got a powerful ally in the deceit-filled arena of politics, as well as a potent symbol of legendary conquerors and unifiers. It all added up beautifully. But the cool calculations were interrupted by a slender, golden-skinned hand touching her cheek. Korlin had reached her throne, and was now caressing her face with casual softness. "But... that is only ONE of the reasons why I am here."

"What's the other, then?" She whispered, somehow afraid to speak loudly lest it scare away the beautiful creature now leaning towards her. "I am also here because you are a lonely, isolated girl. You need someone by your side. A friend. A lover. A true companion. But you can trust no-one - or at most, only trust them to follow their own self-interest. Well... trust me. Not because I am Kirin, and therefore incapable of violence. Not because it serves the interests of my people to manipulate you. But because I love you."

"But... we've only just met..." she protested half-heartedly as Korlin's beautiful, androgynous face drew closer to her own. But a gentle smile swept her argument away. "Silly Sayn. We have traveled together for days. I have spent long hours in the companionship of the saddest, most cynical, most world-weary part of yourself. And I have gazed into your very soul. I can see your every fear, your every sin, your every desire. You know, don't you? Kirin cannot lie. And I love you."

Korlin's eyes were just as deep, brown and beautiful as before she'd transformed. That was the last observation she had time to make before the last distance between their faces disappeared, and their lips touched. She closed her eyes as she felt those lips against her own - smoother than silk, just a bit wet, and tasting vaguely like peaches. The infinite purity of that moment shifted towards more lustful shades as the lips parted and a tongue pushed into her mouth to wrestle with her own. A slim, powerful hand reached up to cup her head, fingers tangling in her long, brown hair, pushing her head forwards, taking charge - just the way she liked it.

She could not remember afterwards how they'd found their way to her bed, and out of their clothes, seemingly without ever breaking their kiss. For all she knew, they'd simply teleported there. Korlin's body was subtle and curvaceous, with impossibly smooth skin... but it was also toned and muscular, pushing her down into the sheets with ease. She felt the other woman's large, full breasts squeezing against her own - but she also felt something long, hard and hot, caught between them, pushing against her belly.

Korlin finally broke the kiss, and pushed herself up to a crouch. Immediately, Sayn's eyes roamed to the point between her casually-spread thighs, and her mouth watered as she spotted a long, thick, human-looking dick there - pointing proudly skywards. "I told you, didn't I? Neither man nor woman, but both and neither..." Korlin's voice was smooth and sultry, but also carried undertones of masculinity and authority. Both, indeed, so why settle for one or the other? She pushed herself upright as well, and without hesitation, dove into the space between her lover's legs.

She did not so much suck on the large cock as she worshipped it - kissing and caressing every inch, wanting nothing more than to taste it. At its base, a hairless sack dangled, filled with a pair of large, heavy testicles - and this, too, got the same treatment, as she sucked each sphere into her mouth in turn, gently massaging it with her tongue before letting it escape her lips again. Once her eagerly-sucking mouth rose to the tip, however, a pair of soft, yet firm hands reached for her head, fingers tangling in her hair again.

Korlin set the rhythm as she began to bob her head over the hard rod, taking as much as she could into her mouth. That, however, was little more than half of it. She'd been somewhat desensitized by her last several lovers, and it did not immediately dawn on her that however human-like its shape, Korlin's cock was a few rungs higher on the ladder in terms of size. When this size made the limitations of their current position clear, the transformed Kirin quickly took steps to remove those limits - and Sayn eagerly followed along.

As Korlin pushed herself up to her knees, Sayn's head was pushed down, straightening her throat even as the angle of entry was adjusted. Then, with a quick flex of her hips, Korlin pushed her cock deeper than had been possible before - all the way into Sayn's throat, making her neck bulge slightly as it stretched. This kind of oral pleasure wasn't new to her, though she'd never tried it with someone so big. But she did not resist as the large, meaty shaft blocked off her oxygen - and only focused on suppressing her gag-reflex.

The thick cock stayed deep in her throat - deep enough that the weighty balls underneath it were resting on her chin - for just long enough that she was starting to feel slightly faint from air deprivation. Then Korlin pulled back until her cockhead rested in Sayn's mouth, letting her breathe deeply through her nose several times, her nostrils vibrating as they picked up the intimate scent of her lover. As soon as she had regained her breath, however, Korlin began throat-fucking her in earnest - and there were no more breaks.

Sayn quickly adjusted her breathing to the rhythm of the strokes. Breathe in, thrust, breathe out, thrust, breathe in, thrust... it left her feeling slightly out of breath on a constant basis, but nothing she couldn't handle. In fact, she was enjoying it - the taste of Korlin's cock on her tongue, the sound of Korlin's labored breathing above her, the feeling of Korlin's long fingers tangled in her hair as she guided her head back and forth in time with the thrusts... there was no need to any stimulation of her erogenous zones, no call for base, sexual endorphins. Just the fact that her body was serving to pleasure someone so wondrous was enough to make her soar with joy.

Finally, Korlin stopped thrusting and - leaving her cockhead right on Sayn's tongue - started cumming. The thick seed filled her mouth, and she needed no orders to eagerly swallow it. It lacked any of the bitterness she'd come to expect from sperm - instead, it was salty-sweet with almost fruity undertones. Once she had finished gulping it down, Korlin pulled her still rock-hard cock the rest of the way out, and gently lifted Sayn's head upwards to share another deep, hot kiss - before pushing her roughly down on her back. The Kirin's hands found her wrists, pinning them down - an unnecessary gesture, but one that aroused Sayn to no end. There was no need for silken ropes or knots between them - they were bound by far stronger chains than that. But the feeling of Korlin's strong body pushing her down, spreading her legs, taking her... it made her feel hot.

She squirmed, breath caught in her throat, as she felt Korlin's cock enter her pussy. There were no odd ridges, knobs or bulges, no strange textures or noticeable veins. But it was long, thick and hard, and attached to a miraculous woman - nay, Kirin - whose hot mouth was even now kissing and licking at her neck, sucking on her ear, tickling her collarbone. There was a playful tenderness to her, even as she held her down, dominated her... something that had been missing from her previous lovers. An emotional domination more than a physical one. She probably COULD push Korlin off, if she wanted to... but she didn't want to. She wanted to please and pleasure her in any way she could - because she knew that was exactly what the other woman felt, too.

There was no endless flow of pleasure rushing to her brain from an overstretched and overstimulated pussy. Instead, there were slow, powerful, deliberate thrusts, lifting her closer to an orgasm, bit by bit, while she felt a subtle, yet muscular body moving against hers. The pitch of her moans rose gradually, while her hips lifted from the silken sheets to meet her lover's thrusts. Her arms struggled against Korlin's powerful grip - not from a desire to escape, but to grab the Kirin's buttocks and MAKE her thrust harder and faster.

When she finally reached her climax, her whole body lifted from the bed by her heels, wrists and head, her body convulsing for a few potent seconds before she collapsed back down again, breathing heavily. Korlin covered her mouth with her own, sharing her hot breath while, after a few more thrusts, reaching a climax of her own. The feeling of the Kirin's seed pouring into her womb accentuated and empowered the orgasmic afterglow, making her face flush with renewed desire.

No sooner had Korlin pulled out and released her hold on Sayn's wrists than she rolled over on her stomach and reached back with her hands. Pulling her buttocks apart to show how easily her sphincter gaped open, she looked over her shoulder with lust in her eyes. "Please... more..." She didn't want any part of her body to be untouched and unseen by her beloved. Korlin smiled tolerantly down at her. "Greedy, aren't we? Well, that's fine... for today, at least, I'll play with you 'till you've had your fill..."

And so, Korlin covered her body once more, her well-lubricated cock easily entering Sayn's experienced ass. With all the stretching her sphincter had been put through of late, it did not give so much as a twinge of pain as it opened to accommodate the Kirin's thick shaft. With so little resistance, it was easy for Korlin to set a faster, more hard-hitting pace than before, making Sayn's buttocks jiggle with each impact of her flexing hips. Instinctively, her hands began to make their way down under her body, seeking to tweak and stimulate her nipples and clit to heighten the pleasure...

But Korlin's hands were faster, once again pinning her wrists as she leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Oh no, none of that... in fact, no more masturbation without my express permission. Don't you know you can go blind from that stuff? If you want to feel me in your ass, you better show me that you can cum with your ass alone. And I'm not stopping 'till you do..." Sayn groaned, her mind and body writhing with desire as the implications of Korlin's command went home. There was no question that she'd obey... and that the Kirin was quite capable of carrying out her claim and continuing the increasingly punishing pace of the ass-fuck indefinitely.

Sayn had reached a purely anal orgasm before - but only at the hand (or rather, cock) of a griffon, with a knot tugging on her sphincter and a set of rough bristles tickling her insides. Repeating that feat with an ordinary (if somewhat oversized) human cock took nearly an hour. An hour of feeling Korlin's breasts against her back, Korlin's hot breath on her hair, Korlin's slim, powerful hands around her wrists... and Korlin's thick, ever-hard cock deep in her ass. And, when the orgasm finally began to roll through her, Korlin's hot, slimy cum pouring deep into her rectum. But even then, as the Kirin pulled out and released her hands once more, she looked up at her lover and whispered "More... please..."

Before she fell asleep that night, Sayn learned many more things. She learned that she'd underestimated the implications of the Kirin's 'both and neither' gender, when Korlin's cock transformed into a dripping-wet pussy before her eyes. She learned that Korlin's pussy tasted much more strongly of peaches than her lips had, and that she gushed a sticky, sweet fluid when she came. She learned that Korlin's cock changed its shape noticeably when she assumed her true, deer-like form - longer, slightly thicker near the base, and with a pointier head - and that her thrusts were far fiercer and more powerful in that form. And she learned what a symphony sounded like, played with her body, heart, soul and mind as the instruments.

It was their first night together, but it was no 'try-out'. Korlin had won Sayn's hand and heart at their first kiss - or perhaps at the moment when their eyes first met. From then on, the two were practically inseparable, parting only when Sayn was forced to take to the battlefield - and reuniting only after Sayn had washed herself thoroughly, to ensure that no scent of blood still clung to her. When dealing with diplomats, rulers and envoys, Korlin was ever at Sayn's right hand, her calm and compassionate counsel guiding her, while her wise eyes saw all there was to see of those who stood before them. But in bed, Korlin took charge, granting Sayn heavenly pleasures or firm-handed punishments as necessary to satisfy their shared desires.

The appearance of a Kirin at the right hand of The Beastmaker shook the continent to its roots. Karran the Kingpin, ruler of Mosvaruch's seedy underbelly, was but the first to fall prey to the Kirin's wisdom and insight, having lured The Beastmaker to his city with the aim of using his skills of subterfuge and deceit to manipulate her. His plans to trick her into disposing of the Ten Families so that he could rise as a 'Hero of the People' and gain true power over the Free City was crushed by the Kirin, Korlin, whose eyes see through all illusions.

Many other things also raise questions - her alliance with the Beastkin Tribes and the Griffon Aviary, as well as her apparent friendship with the dragons. All of those proved vital at later times, seeing her through troubles that might otherwise have put an end to her path of conquest and unification. Many have asked, since then, how she managed to befriend so many divergent people, and bring such great and powerful magical beings around to her side. Well, fair reader, you now know the answer - with an open mind, an open heart, and a spacious, magically-reinforced bed.

THE END