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Burning Pride

Prince Emre purred as his concubines bathed him. The young peacock prince shivered when his marten concubine dragged her delicate paws around his royal cock. She looked up to the regal bird and he nodded with a lecherous smile. The pine marten lowered her mouth on the bird's tapered shaft as he swept his beautiful blue wings over her naked body. Behind him, two other concubines a tigress and a bat worked together on grooming his luxurious four-foot green and blue tail. A fourth female, a meerkat pressed her naked body against the peacock as she carefully scrubbed the rest of his metallic blue, feathered body.

Down the hall from the royal bathing pond, another much older peacock strutted his way forward, flanked on each side by his armed guards. He was the King, Vijaya, Emre's father.

Vijaya could already smell, hell even hear his eldest son cavorting with his entourage of lovely mammalian women. The son shared his father's affinity for non-avian females which was becoming a problem, unfortunately. At age 30, his son was well within his prime to wed a young peahen and make eggs with her. Emre, however, enjoyed his mammals too much to where no bird female looked anywhere as good to him. This was a problem, as the oldest, Emre was the heir apparent for Vijaya's throne.

Emre smiled and raised a glass of wine to his father. "Welcome, father." The young avian greeted his father in the native language. "Please, please, take a woman or two and join me."

Vijaya, despite the urgency of the matter, was never one to pass up an offer of wine and women. He set the matter aside for the moment, lest he ruin the jovial atmosphere.

Vijaya disrobed, then beckoned two bathing females to join him. The father sat nude beside his son as the hyena sisters he'd beckoned accosted him with their bodies.

Emre gave out a guttural avian growl as his fertile egg-making seed shot in his marten concubine's hungry mouth. The pine marten pulled off then kissed her meerkat lover, sharing the master's broth with her.

The elder peacock male smelled his son's purchase while the two hyena sisters shared the king's sacred malehood between themselves.

Vijaya looked down upon the two black and white striped hyena sisters, at their wide pink tongues extending from their black muzzles as they both fed on his tapered shaft.

Emre looked and couldn't help his arousal returning mere seconds after his climax as he saw his father's cock being serviced by the twins.

Vijaya caught his son's gaze. He reached a loving arm to his eldest child.

Emre not only leaned in but preened his father. Father and son touched beaks together then opened their beaks for one another.

Vijaya's climax came in this incestual embrace, his potent seed painting the tongues of the hyenas before him.

Father and son then shared a single glance betwixt each other.

Vijaya took the time to bring up his earlier matter for the prince. "Emre, my son, you know I love you very much, yes?"

Emre nodded, unashamed to be naked before his father. "As much as any man could ever love his own son," He licked his father's cheek. "Now what is it? You know I would do anything for you or with you, Father."

Vijaya blushed. His son could not be more far off. The king enjoyed males equally as well as he enjoyed females. Secretly, he was glad his son grew to be an open bisexual as well, but unfortunately he had to spoil the mood.

"Emre, it is time for you to pick a bride and make eggs with her." Vijaya put the matter out, nary skipping a beat.

Emre sighed, "I have heard this endlessly from you father, and endlessly more I must tell you, there is not one peahen alive who can tear me away from my women."

Vijaya nodded. "I said the same thing to my own father and look now, I have you and your brothers and sisters."

Emre shook his head. "Only because you were lucky to find Mother when you did; I find no woman to match her sensual grace."

"Yes, your mother, my queen, Marjani, few hens can replicate her. Even now, as I wake up every morning beside her, I am made young again each time we make love."

Emre chuckled. "Calm down, Father, your royal cock is crowing."

Vijaya saw his 8-inch erection standing, ready to deposit more seed. "I take it you would not help your father, Emre?"

Emre laughed. "Since when do I decline such an offer?" The prince held his king close as he stroked the royal scepter. In short time, the king expelled his seed a second time and turned the water around him white.

Vijaya laid back as his son stood up. "Thank you, my prince."

Emre dressed into his selected robes, neither of which seemed made to adequately conceal his privates. In fact, his wardrobe seemed to adorn him only from the waist up. "And I will consider taking a bride, Father, if you will only allow me to choose one that I desire."

Vijaya waved him off nonchalantly as he recuperated from two back to back orgasms.

Emre stepped out.

...

Marjani, the queen greeted her son as she saw him. "Ah, Emre, good to see you, where is your father?"

"I left him with some concubines to help him wake up." Emre smiled as he saw his mother seated by the dinner table. Two male servants, an otter and an anole, were massaging her smooth, scaly bird feet.

Marjani laughed. "My Vijaya is an insatiable beast. No matter how many times he crows for me at night, he must still spread the royal seeds."

The peahen stood up, clicked her bill softly for her servants to carry her tail as she walked. Her clothing, though beautiful also seemed to only cover her upper body but with a removable front cloth, which was see through anyway. Her full bottom half was naked just like her son, her pink labia visible amongst moist feathers.

Emre allowed his mother to hold him; her strong female scent tested him immensely.

"What is wrong, Emre? Normally when I do this, you'd have me on my back."

The young peacock playfully groped his mother's round hips. "My will for you, Mother, is not taken, however, Father has informed me yet again, that as the heir, I must wed and give eggs to a female of my choosing. The problem therein is that I am so enamored to you, Dear Marjani, that no peafowl matches you."

Marjani sobbed. "Ah, then I take the blame. I allowed you to taste my body many times since your 18th year, I do this with your brothers as well. My intention is not to leave you enamored of me, however, but to maintain the love we have. Your sisters experience the same with your father with the hope that they will know well how to love a male when they find the right one. This is tradition of our land, Emre. But my wish, just as your father wishes, is for you to marry and have your own children to pass on our traditions."

Mother and son touched beak points together then separated. Emre sighed deeply, "I promise to find a female, Marjani; one whom you and father will be proud to call your daughter."

Marjani petted him with her soft, scaly, feminine hands. "You do so. I on the other hand, will now reward these two strapping young men for their diligent work today."

She walked away leading the otter and lizard servants to her private mating chamber.

Emre shook his head. He never understood his mother's affinity for teenaged males, but he had to admit, the anole was very handsome, almost feminine if not for the obvious male bulge he displayed.

...

Emre went into the palace gardens. He came upon one of his sisters. She did not see him right away. She kneeled over a bed of flowers watering them carefully.

A grin spread across his beak as he approached her. He gripped Nila's tail and lifted it exposing her bare hindquarters to the warm Spring air. Before she could react, she felt her brother pierce her tight pussy. "Oh!"

Nila pushed against her brother's strong ministrations as he mated her so suddenly. Rarely did any of the family or their servants mate in the open where others could see, but Emre enjoyed the risk; Nila simply enjoyed her oldest brother's strong, caring technique in his mating style compared to her other two brothers.

Within a matter of eight minutes, Emre felt Nila's velvet cloaca clinch tightly around his shaft in climax. In return, he withdrew from her. Nila quickly turned and caught her brother's purchase on her tongue.

Emre and Nila fixed their clothes then went for a walk together through the palace garden. Few words passed between the cock and hen when they would spend time together like this.

They each stood over a guardrail on a cliff overlooking a big lake behind their palace. It was where the royal family often went for outings. Nila purred in her brother's loving embrace as he mated her again. This time, he did not pull out. She allowed it. The flowers she grew were the main ingredient in a contraceptive medicine that all females of their land take to prevent unwanted breeding. Emre preened his sister as he filled her fertile, guarded womb.

Just at that moment, they both looked up and beheld a great fireball. Nila gasped again not from her brother's expertise but from the sight she saw before her navy blue eyes. Emre stared with equal amounts of wonder, his green eyes wide open.

In her den, the two young servants were mating Marjani; the otter mated her from behind while the anole took her beak. They all three saw the fireball through the skylight of her mating den.

Vijaya drank his wine then looked up and saw the fireball as well.

In their own bedrooms, each of Emre's siblings saw the fireball.

The fireball crashed into the lake with a great cloud of steam rising from the waters.

Emre, without thinking, jumped over the guardrail, climbed his way down to the woods surrounding the lake. Nila ran to fetch her family.

Emre ran through the woods, little caring that his cape-like tail was collecting leaf litter.

Emre came upon the lake. He gaped at the sight of the bubbling, boiling, steaming waters. He could barely get close without starting to sweat. Then, he saw someone swimming away from the fireball's entry point. He stared in wonder as he saw it was a bird, her crest looked like that of a peahen, but her feathers were bright red to orange like she was on fire. "Hold on!" He cried out as he ran to her. He took her hand and he grimaced. She was hot to the touch like touching a stovetop with his bare hands. Still, he pulled her ashore. He saw her tail, not a peahen's tail but more glorious; as beautiful as his own tail if not more so. And it looked like fire; he reached down to touch her tail when the strange bird woke up. Her body burst into flames as she glared threateningly at the male bird over her. Emre fell back on his tail.

"Wow!" He said.

The phoenix's flames went out as she lost consciousness. Emre looked up from her as his family joined him.

Nila hugged him.

Vijaya saw the strange female.

...

The phoenix woke up to find herself in the palace's infirmary. She flinched as the family doctor, a kindly old vole, placed his paws on her.

The vole soothed her. "Be calm, young one."

She did not understand his language. However, she did see that he was harmless so she let him touch her.

The peacock she threatened last night walked into the infirmary. She briefly forgot the vole and raised her body temperature burning his paws.

"Ouch!"

She heard the vole cry out and quickly turned down the heat.

Emre treated the doctor's paws. Then, he calmly petted the rodent and escorted him out.

The phoenix growled at the male.

Emre simply stood his ground. He looked at her. She had fallen naked from the sky. She had a fine pair of breasts, a flat belly, thin waist, fine hips for the laying of eggs. He saw her face. She was the picture of rage, but she was beautiful. Her eyes glowed bright when she turned the flames on; they were sky blue when she was normal. Her cheeks were perfectly defined, her beak curved, different from a peafowl's bill. She had three red feathers on her head, similar to the peafowl's crown-like crest. The rest of her body was not peafowl, however. She had the feathers of the wild birds of paradise.

The phoenix eventually realized this male was not going to touch her again and she calmed down. "Where am I?" She spoke English.

Emre knew English. "You are in my father's palace, Firebird. I am Emre, the crown prince of our small country."

The phoenix heard his calm regal tone. He sounded polite, but was this just a front? "Prince Emre? What is this country?"

"Paksi Bhumi. We are an island nation off the coast of India. We are not an Indian territory, however. We are our own independent land. My family has ruled this land for close to two centuries now."

The phoenix listened with vast interest in learning more of this strange land she was in. "Emre, my name is Rosa."

He offered his hand to her and reluctantly she took it.

Rosasmiled.

Emre had his own question. "If you'll forgive my curiosity, Rosa, what manner of bird are you? I have seen many birds living in my country, many mammals and reptiles; I have never seen something like you."

Rosa looked him in the eye. "I'm a phoenix."

"A phoenix? Can't be..." He teased. "You are supposed to be a legend."

Rosa caught his playful tone. "Well, most legends are derived from some form of truth, Emre."

Emre nodded. "True."

...

Marjani rode her king's royal scepter. Vijaya held his wife's breasts as they made love.

Marjani cooed quietly into her mate's ear. "I saw how you stared at that strange female last night, Jaya, darling. Her beauty must have your blood pumping, my king."

Vijaya sucked on his wife's nipples. Then, he traced his beak point up her neck to her beak. "Marji, my queen, seeing her awoke a fire in your husband."

The queen rolled onto her back, and the king took his place above her, made love to her.

"Our son seems taken with her. Perhaps this female, strange as she may be, will be our new daughter-in-law."

Marjani slapped her king on the beak. "Do not jinx it, Jaya. If Emre chooses her, it must be of his own volition, you heard him."

Vijaya shook off the slap and touched beak points with his queen. "Forgive your brash king, my lover. My joy, heal me of my foolishness."

Words were lost between the royal spouses then as they joined in their passionate calls of ecstasy.

Marjani smiled as her husband's warmth filled her womb.

...

Rosa looked about with wonder as Emre showed her around the palace.

Emre walked into the dining room.

Rosablushed, "Oh my!"

Emre's sister, Mahila looked up as her female servant, a serval, ate her pussy out. "Fancy seeing you here at this time, Big Brother." Mahila was the second oldest child behind Emre. She was also an open bisexual like her father.

Emre felt his cock grow considerably as he watched the feline venture where few males have gone, not even himself.

Rosa then only began to notice the crotchless state of the royal attire. Her blush deepened as she watched Emre grow.

Mahila saw Rosa. "And who are you, darling? Emre's new sex toy?" She licked her beak as she looked the phoenix over.

Rosa still did not understand the language these birds used. "I'm sorry?"

Mahila smiled. She stood up. Her cloacal juices stained her thighs. "I am Mahila. What are you called, pretty one?" She groped the phoenix's breasts.

Rosa blushed. She had expected this treatment from the prince, but not from another female. She liked the delicate touch. "My name is Rosa, you're Emre's sister?"

The peahen smiled. "Indeed, he is my brother. And what of you? Are you a new girly of his?"

Rosa looked upon the peacock after hearing the sister's frank manner of speech. Her own look was of the 'is she serious' type.

Emre nodded. "Yes, our whole family is rather open about our sexuality. I myself am no stranger to same sex lovemaking. My brothers become quite affectionate when we go swimming in the royal lake."

Rosa had to sit down. "Wow... that's... I've never heard of anything like that."

Emre nodded as Mahila's servant held his erect cock. "I understand. It is looked down upon in many cultures. Our parents encourage our interactions, however. It is how we bond as a family."

Rosa blushed as she watched the serval female nuzzle and kiss his burgeoning erection.

Mahila sat beside Rosa, began massaging her shoulders.

Rosa leaned into the female's rubbing as the serval deep-throated Emre's tapered cock.

Mahila began to remove the meager robes Emre had given Rosa. The phoenix raised her temperature in warning. Mahila conceded. "I'm sorry. I was being forward and I apologize."

Rosa shook her head. "No. It's not that. I've just never been touched in this way by a female."

Mahila pecked Rosa's neck. "Where have you been all this time that you have never felt a fellow woman's body?"

Rosasighed. "I don't remember much before I fell into your land."

"Aw, that's okay." Mahila hugged Rosa. "Come on. I know what you need."

Rosa followed Mahila out as Emre finished with a stifled growl in the serval's open mouth.

...

Nila and her sister, Sundara were cuddling with a handsome young rabbit between them just as big sister, Mahila walked in with Rosa.

Nila, youngest of the three greeted her sister. "Welcome, Mahila. Sundara and I were about to partake in one of your concubines, we hope you don't mind."

Mahila sat Rosa down. "Of course I don't mind, but I believe he is one of mother's servants. You know I never partake in males, Nila."

Nila giggled, "Excuse me, I forgot."

Sundara stretched as she stroked the rabbit's cock. "Who's the new girl?"

Mahila answered in English, "This is Rosa, she's a phoenix and she just flew into our land. Rosa darling, these are my sisters, Nila and Sundara. The rabbit is Khar. He is one of our family concubines."

The rabbit moaned as he spilled his seed into Sundara's open beak. Sundara closed her beak tight enough that he did not leak. Khar spoke, "Oh, this is my favorite part of the day."

Rosa could smell the rabbit's musk and it was making her legs weak. "So, your whole family is this open about sex?"

Nila crawled over and took Rosa's hand. "Don't fret, darling. We may be sex addicts but we all love each other very much."

Sundara moved off Khar. The rabbit rolled over then began lapping away at her her pussy.

Rosa sat reluctantly with the sisters. Mahila took off Rosa's robes. Nila poured some scented oils and began to rub them into Rosa's smooth red feathers. The phoenix enjoyed the younger female's massages. "That feels good."

Nila touched beak points with Rosa. "Thank you, I make them myself. I have a whole garden filled with many different exotic flowers and I use them to make my oils."

Rosa purred when she felt Nila's hands on her breasts. "You have a talent, Nila."

The peahen smiled as Sundara joined them. She leaned in closer to Rosa. "Some of my flowers, I also use to make special remedies to prevent any accidents with my brothers."

Rosa blushed. "Accidents? You mean eggs?"

Sundara pecked the phoenix playfully. "It is better to be safe. We sell our medicines and oils to the people in the kingdom, we make quite a fortune."

Nila stopped suddenly, "Take over for me, Sundara. Khar looks real lonely right now." She winked before crawling over to him.

The rabbit groaned as the peahen stroked him until he was hard enough for her.

Sundara smiled, "Nila's a firecracker for being the youngest."

Rosa watched Nila ride the rabbit's cock now. Rosa blushed, "Wow, you girls must wear him out."

Khar chuckled. "Oh, it is no more taxing than what the other concubines of this palace experience."

Mahila agreed. "I'd say the female concubines get more of a workout from my family than the males."

Rosa moaned when she felt Sundara's hand at her cloaca. She looked down and watched as the young hen drove her fingers deep inside the phoenix. Then, Sundara felt it. She withdrew. "Well, sisters, we have a virgin in our midst."

Rosa blushed at her virginity being revealed. "Yes, I've never felt a male's advances before. I have felt their eyes, I have been held, but I've never been penetrated."

The three princesses giggled. Sundara spoke, "Well, we are impressed. A virgin is such a rare treat here on Paksi Bhumi."

Rosa gulped.

...

The serval pulled off of Emre's cock. His sticky cream seeped from her vulva as she sat beside the prince as he recuperated.

Emre looked upon hearing footsteps accompanied by female giggles. Abdul and Pieter, his two brothers walked in, each with a female in one hand. Their other hands were on each other's butts.

Abdul saw Emre. "Ah, hello Big Brother, mighty Prince Emre." Abdul was drunk, his twin brother seemed to be in the same boat.

Pieter stroked his twin's backside and the backside of the tigress he held. "Do not mind us, we are simply manwhores at this moment."

Abdul took his female, a pine marten, pressed her backside against the tigress'. Both females were seated in the middle with their backs together as the twin peacocks took them then simultaneously pulled them down on their shafts.

Each female was held against the other as the brothers mated them simultaneously.

Emre and the serval both watched together in a way similar to friends watching a movie.

Both females were then made to be on all fours and make out with each other while the drunk, clumsy, inexperienced twins fumbled so callously with them.

Emre laughed as they eventually fell back, too drunk to even try. His brothers were both second youngest of the family before Nila. But it was like these two were born in a fun house, they were both so silly.

Emre liberated the tigress and marten from his brothers.

Abdul and Pieter awoke afterwards, holding hands. "You think brother was fooled?" said Abdul. "I think he suspects, but he is too polite to bring it up." Pieter replied as he nuzzled his twin.

The twins saw that Emre and the females were gone so they touched beak points together.

...

Emre sat with the three females in his mating den. He engaged in a kiss with the pine marten.

The other two females ate fresh fruit from a bowl and shared some with the prince and their friend.

The marten accepted a big, juicy, red apple. With teeth made for eating meat, she bit messily into the apple and allowed the juice to drip onto her bare breasts.

Emre chuckled and licked the juice.

The marten churred, petted the prince's crest as he devoted his attention to her body.

Emre had the female on her back then. He giggled and he took grapes from the fruit bowl. He plucked one then placed it in the marten's mouth.

She smiled and held it with her teeth.

He leaned in and she bit down. The resultant kiss gave him a mouthful of grape juice.

The pine marten then moaned into her royal lover's loving beak as he pierced her with his blade.

Emre held her close then, whispering sweet nothings as he mated with the concubine.

The other two females nodded to one another and vacated, leaving the oblivious pair to each other's affections.