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Birth of the Princess' Legacy 02

Storm rolled onto his side, tugging me down with him as he wrapped his powerful arms around me to hold me there. He buried his beak into the back of my neck, nuzzling into my mane as he let out a sinister growl, letting me know I was in his posession.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. Such an aggressive display of power, yet he was tied to me, and I'd demonstrated on multiple occasions that I was stronger than him. I was no pushover, no weakling, no fool, but he seemed to think I was. Though still young, I had a strength in me far beyond most others, which was well represented by the fact that I was taller than most yet still barely an adult with many years of growth ahead of me.

My vagina may have been under-worked (something I was actively trying to remedy) and his barbs may have been a bit more aggressive than my body was used to or seemed to evolve to handle, but that wasn't mean I was without defenses. Little bit of healing magic, some potion applied directly to the wound, and I'd be fit as can be. There was an entire castle's worth of healing staff ready and willing to tend to me if I needed it.

The larger drake squeezed me close and thrust into me, squishing his sheathe against my vulva, balls slapping at my tail and rump cheeks with every movement.

A grunt escaped my beak as my face twisted in a grimace. I wasn't expecting him to carry on, since I thought he was ready to sleep. It was three in the morning, maybe even four, and we'd both had quite an adventurous night. It was time to sleep, yet he was thrusting up into me again, one hand on my hip to hold me in place as his beak clamped down on my neck.

He growled at me again, the warmth of his breath moistening my ragged mane as his beak clenched down where my shoulder met my neck. His knot shifted and twisted inside me with every motion, his long, spiny barbs catching on my womb.

To be honest, I didn't know for certain if his barbs were secreting the numbing agents that kept me from feeling pain every tie he stabbed my cervix, or if my body had adapted thanks to my half-gryphon parentage. Either way, I was pleased to feel that the dozens of needles that splayed out around his cock head weren't causing me pain.

On the other hand, his knot was very uncomfortable. It had felt nice at first, filling me up nice and proper like the hen I was, but my parts were equally equine and not properly adapted to a knot that big. I was naturally more malleable than a gryphon, but I lacked the reservoir just inside my vulva that would aid the locking of the knot. Every time he pushed into me, I grunted and pushed back, my walls closing and forcing more of his seed to squirt into my womb. In spite of the numb feeling deep in my birth canal, I could feel the heat of his seed inflating my uterus.

In time, he slowed his bucking down until he was at peace, head resting on the silken pillows and arm gently resting around my abdomen and beak idly preening at my mane. It felt oddly nice in spite of the aggressive behaviour he had been forcing on me. After the tussle died down and the candles died out, I closed my eyes and focused on how I was going to get out of this situation.

Gryphons were known to mount like a canine, thrusting and bucking their hips until the tip lodged inside, the barbs flaring out and locking them together, just like Storm had. The key was that they would not be able to pull out without stabbing at the hen and catching their vaginal walls, potentially slicing them open. From what little I knew of Storm, I understood he likely would have bucked like a stallion, in and out until I was torn and ragged from cervix to vulva, yet he'd not done that. Probably because he knew if he harmed me he would be spared no mercy when it came time to deciding how to deal with his outburst.

And yet here I was, curled up in fetal position next to him, tied to his loins as he held me and bit at my neck. I don't think I possibly could have put myself into a worse position with someone threatening to kill the king of a nation over some misunderstanding. I was strong and resilient, evidently not that intelligent.

I laid there in the bed, on top of the covers as I shifted and whimpered with every movement of his. We laid together for nearly an hour until I felt his knot start to slowly recede inside me. It wasn't sudden or extreme, but I noticed that the bulbs weren't as firm and not as big.

My muscles went limp, loosening my walls as much as they could as I gently tugged on his lobes, trying to yank them out of me, but as I moved my hips and rolled from him, I felt the knot grow again, expanding to full girth inside me and remaining locked as he squeezed my torso tight against his, palm pressed against the bulge his member formed in my belly. Turns out that, even in sleep, he wasn't willing to let me go.

Another hour passed and I felt his knot shrinking. This time I waited, relaxing my muscles and controlling my breathing before squeezing down hard. I felt his knot shift backwards out of me as his barbs stabbed at the inside of my cervix. There was an intense pain and discomfort as I felt the lobes of his knot press out against my hip bones, so I squeezed again.

Apparently he had shifted just enough that when his knot expanded, it did so just outside of my pelvic barriers, forcing it out with one powerful lurch followed by a gooey torrent of cum that soaked me between my rump cheeks, under my tail, and all over the bed. I winced as I felt his cock slide out of me, only to get caught as the barbs poked like a dozen needles into my G-spot.

I took in another long, deep breath as my beak chattered upon exhalation; I wrapped my hand around his knot and pulled his length out of me. I felt a tug on my insides followed by jerking motion accompanied by more cum that splashed over my hand and wrist. I wasn't winking my clit, this wasn't pleasurable to me even though I could tell thanks to this that I had a bit of a fetish for sexual pain. I could get into that later, for now we needed to part ways and I needed to tend to myself.

One final tug had his head jerk free of my lady parts, followed by another spurt of his seed that soaked my rump. I whimpered in pain as I tried to squeeze my muscles tight to seal off the mess from destroying the sheets any more than it already had. My cunt felt like it was on fire, sliced open and bleeding.

To my horror, I saw that I was in fact bleeding quite profusely. His barbs had done quite a number on me. Though it was nearly pitch black on the castle, my eyes were keen like an owl, so I saw the grotesque mess that he'd made of my nether regions. A dribbling pool of pearly cum flowed from my vulva with streaks of bright red and a blur of gooey pink as the blood mixed with seed. I clenched my beak shut in anger as I daintily rolled off the bed, struggling to keep myself from whimpering thanks to the pan that shot up from my loins with every movement.

"T-talba?" I heard a voice whisper from the foot of the bed. It was Melodi, poking her head up so I could barely see her. "W-where are you going?"

"I have to see the potion-master Vinn. Your chief here did a number on what was once the purity that only a princess could offer." I grumbled, keeping my voice low to not wake him.

She, like me, could see reasonably well in the dark and could see the cream and red trail running down the inside of my leg. She clasped her talon over her beak as she stifled a gasp. "You're not supposed to pull out until it shrinks!"

"I know that, but I'm not fucking around here. You cuddle with him, I have to go tend to my wounds." I didn't even look at her as I got up and hobbled my way across the room, gently and slowly opening the door without making a sound. I don't know what she did or what happened, but I needed to make it to the potion-master. He would have the right blend to heal me up. He was always good to me in the past.

My gait was hideous, knees curled in and talons splayed out as I took each brisk step forward. It was still early, on the verge of the sun coming up, but I knew that there would be a few guards. I could have used what magic I innately controlled to heal myself up, but if I did it wrong or didn't apply the right pressure in the right way, I could permanently deform myself, ruining my nethers for any future mates. I had no interest in that.

There was a dribbling trail of blood and cum behind me as I leaned my shoulder into the ornate silver and glass doors of the infirmary. Inside, the walls were sleek and flat, not the brick and stone of the rest of the castle. It was sterile, always clean until someone like me burst in and made a mess. There were steel and obsidian instruments lining the walls and an entire glass shelf full of potions of all sorts. Right beside the door, a rope I could pull that would ring a bell in Vinn's private quarters. I yanked at it a half dozen times before stumbling over to the examination cradle. I remembered this, it was where I laid my first egg, with legs up in stirrups and body comfortably resting in the seat.

A few minutes later, after I'd gotten comfortable in the chair but before I put my legs up, Vinn burst through the door and gasped at the bloody mess my cunt had become. I didn't look at it close, so I actually don't know how it looked, but his expression told me all I needed to know.

"What in the six kingdoms have you done to yourself this time?" He demanded. Most would have resented his tone, but I knew he just needed me to be brisk and honest if he was to heal me and patch me up right.

"It wasn't me this time. It was the Chief of the northern region by the Tehgolian border. He burst into the castle earlier tonight and the only way I could get him to calm down was to...let him do this to me." I winced as I leaned back, lifting one of my legs into the stirrups, giving Vinn a clearer look at the mess nestled in under my tail.

Vinn grabbed a few instruments and sat down on a chair, sliding it over on wheels to get close. "Well alright. I guess we better get this taken care of. But wait, isn't the Chief a gryphon? What did he do that messed you up like this? Your father is a gryphon, isn't your body adapted to this kind of mating?" The potion master was an important part of my life, he never judged and even encouraged many of my risque adventures, saying any woman should learn on their own terms the ins and outs of their body, what they like, and what makes them happy. He didn't care about the stupid decisions I made, he knew he could fix them and I would learn from them, and this was no different. He didn't judge, but he did encourage and helped me out when I needed it.

I brought my other leg up and laid my head back, breathing deep as my hands laid on my belly. "Oh probably, but I kind of pulled him out early, his knot split me open and his barbs stabbed and sliced at me on the way out, I think. Can you check and see how much damage there was?"

"Of course, dear. Just, try not to flinch. I need to be very precise." He put on some gloves, poured some blue fluid into his palm, and rubbed both claws together until he was smothered to the wrist in the concoction. He pressed two fingers onto my vulva, the potion numbing me almost instantly. I could feel his prodding, but there was no pain or pleasure, just a dull sensation.

He slipped two fingers into me, applying the fluid to my walls all around, ensuring it didn't matter what he did, I wouldn't feel it. With his fingers still inside me, he poured some more of the potion into his palm and angled his wrist so that it dribbled into me. He used my lubricating fluids to slip in up to the elbow, applying the numbing agent on all of my walls to my cervix. "Well that oughtta do it. Give me a minute or two while that sets in." He peeled his glove off and threw it in the trash before getting a second one to replace it.

"Don't worry, I think I'll be fine. How bad is it?" I asked, trying to glance over my belly to see what kind of a mess my vulva had been turned into. He got a towel and cleaned me off before I had a chance to see or before he got a mirror for me. Once I was completely clear of seed and blood, he got one of the large speculums and lubed it up.

"Not sure if you'll feel the cold, but if you do, try not to clench." He warned as he put the bill of it up to my lips and slipped it in. I could feel the girth, but not the temperature. I kept my walls relaxed and it plunged into me with ease. He cranked a screw a few times as the three bills of the device slowly spread me open, one on my posterior wall, the other two on either side of my g-spot so that he could see my un-obscured anterior wall. He flashed a bit of directed fireight deep inside me. "Hmmm, yep. Looks like he really did a number on you, my dear."

I laid my head back and sighed. "Got enough potion to fix it?" I clicked my beak and sighed again, trying to suppress some of my rage.

"Of course. It's actually not that bad, not compared to a battle wound. No, a few milliliters of potion applied at the wound location should be good. Might need to inject some directly into your vaginal walls, to help with deep tissue aid, if that's okay with you." He turned to his table and got a cotton swab on the end of a stick, dipping it in a blood red potion to absorb as much of it as he could. "This might sting a bit, but that won't last long." He assured before turning back to me and applying some of the potion directly to one of the many bloody cuts inside me.

He was right. It hurt a lot, but not nearly as much as the frustration inside me. The sting was almost liberating, like it was the weakness leaving my body. I clenched my beak down as he applied one smear to my open wounds after another. Evidently there were many, dozens, because he just kept going and I knew that direct contact on shallow cuts would heal within minutes.

The process started near my lips and opening, healing my flesh one strip at a time, before he could slip his hand in deeper to get at the cuts closer to my womb. He was much smaller than I was, so his tiny hands slipped into me with ease, especially thanks to the device that held me open. It took him half an hour of carefully applying potion to my gaping pussy and cervix, occasionally shifting the speculum to get at the areas of my walls that were covered in cold steel, before he finally felt it was time to get to the injection.

"Are you ready for the needle?" He asked as he tossed the cotton swab in the garbage. He grabbed a syringe and tilted the potion upside down to suck a few milliliters of it out of the vial. He flicked his talon at the glass of the syringe for the bubbles to all pool near the needle itself as he squeezed the plunger, getting the air out. Once a tiny bit of fluid erupted from it, he flicked the side again and turned back to me.

"I am. This will hurt more than the swabs, won't it?" I asked, staring him directly in his gorgeous, yellow eyes.

"Indeed it will." He laid the needle on the table and cranked the screws of the speculum to close it up before pulling it from me, leaving my lips burning with the sensation of having been stretched. Once he put the spreading device in the sink, he returned to me, using two fingers to part my lips and squeeze at my clit. "You sure you're ready?"

"Just do it, Vinn. I can handle some healing potion." I urged him, clenching my hands into fists as I braced myself.

"Alright, on three. One, T-" He stabbed the needle into my clit, the sharp metal plunging deep into me with one fluid motion as he squeezed the plunger, injecting every drop of it into my sensitive flesh.

I felt a powerful burning emanating from my lips, surrounding my pussy, and bubbling up into my torso and I had to hold off from screaming. It was intense, like molten metal had been poured into me, but the sensation quickly dwindled as it cooled to a more pleasant warmth, then a coldness, then nothing. In less than thirty seconds, my nether region had completely returned to normal. Once the flight path of pain and sensation leveled out, I found myself breathing heavy and gasping.

"Good girl." He said as he smacked my rump cheek. "That will be completely healed and like new in about four or five hours. Now go get some sleep. You need it." He peeled his glove off and laid his tools out on a tray for cleaning by one of the attendants that would show up at sunrise.

"Of course, doc. Just, don't tell my mother, would you? I'll deal with the Chief on my own terms." I assured him as I slowly pulled my ankles from the stirrups and got to my feet, towering over Vinn. I was a full meter taller than he was, but he didn't have an inferiority complex about it. He was average size and his fingers were nimble, which allowed him to do his job better than anyone else.

And I appreciated it more than he knew.

"Sure, this, as many of your little escapades, is between you and I. If you don't mind my asking, what do you plan on doing?"

"Nothing drastic, but I will do what I need to in order to get him out of the castle and send him home, I don't want him anywhere near me no matter how big his cock is." I left, gave him a gentle salute and left the infirmary after grabbing a few small vials of potion for later personal use, heading in the opposite direction to return to my own personal quarters.

Every step felt a bit lighter. I could feel my flesh healing itself at an exponential rate, the tingling in my nethers a constant indication of my vulva returning to normal. Once I finally made it to my room, I slammed the door behind me and flopped down on my bed, glancing over the side to see the egg that I'd laid the previous day in a little basket between me and my dresser. I groaned as I clenched my thighs together, the memory of such a huge thing coming out of me reminding me of the sharpness of the Chief's cock.

I was as tired as could be, and it didn't take me long at all to drift off into sleep.

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There were no dreams dancing in my head that night. If there had been, I would have been plagued with the horror of the inevitable backlash of what I'd brought upon the castle, and what was likely to happen to me once Storm woke to find I was nowhere to be found.

Too bad for him. I had my own pride to care for. I let him mate with me. I let him. He didn't take it, I didn't feel pressured, I let him do it, and I knew that it would be interesting when I finally had to face him again.

Though I had already woken up, I was jerked from my semi-conscious state by the rapping of knuckles at my door. Three powerful cracks on the massive door echoed through my room. "Talba? I think it's time you woke up, dear." It was my father, King Adaryo.

"Gruuuu!" I groaned back to him as I rolled to my side, flipping my covers off. I noticed instantly that my nether regions had fully healed; not only were they completely absent of pain or any stinging sensation, but I had completely returned to what they'd been before I'd had my secret encounter with Keploen. Vinn's potions and knowledge worked wonders, and I took a mental note to properly thank him for his help as I squished my inner thighs together.

"A lady doesn't groan, she greets the day with a smile. Now get up." He knocked three times again, paused, then one more before using the key to invite himself in. The three knocks followed by one was our somewhat subtle way of indicating we were coming in anyway, so cover up.

I rolled my eyes and curled back up in the covers, enjoying the warmth. The sun was up and pretty high in the sky, so I knew it was pretty late in the morning. For all I knew, it was noon already and lunch would be waiting for me. I had enjoyed quite an eventful night. "What do you want?" I asked, rubbing my wrists over my beak, clearing the crusties as I shifted about under my sheets.

My father walked across the room and sat down at the foot of my bed, leaning against the golden pole that held the red silk canopy up. "So, tell me what happened last night." He was a gryphon, a royal drake of rusty red and black tips on his feathers, yellow on his arms and legs. Simple, yet incredibly regal looking.

"Well, that depends. What do you know?"

"I know enough, but I want to hear your side of it before I say anything, so go ahead. What happened last night?" He shook his shoulders a bit to ruffle his wing feathers. I knew that expression, he was angry but was trying his best to hide it. Bless his heart he was so patient with me.

"Melodi must have told you, eh?" I shifted in bed and sat up straight, using my blanket to cover my chest. "Well, there's not much to tell. I heard a crashing in the main hall, and I went to check it out. When I got there, the Chief had blown through the main gates, threatening violence on all who stood in his way. I calmed him down and got him to explain why he was so upset. Something about one of the royal guard committing some crime in his village." I had to embellish the part about me being in lingerie and seducing him, but the point still came across.

He clicked his beak and nodded, chirping as he rubbed his chin. "I see. I see. Yeah, that's what Melodi said, too. Either way, I've arranged a meal for us all to sit and discuss the situation. I'm not happy that you invited him into the castle after breaking the door down and putting two guards in the infirmary wing. Very irresponsible of you." He chided me.

"I know, I know. I just...I have a plan. I think." I had to avert his gaze or he knew I was lying.

"I hope you do, because today you're sitting at the head of the table guiding the negotiations. Your mother and I are going to be there as mediators but this is your issue. We never asked for this."

I hung my head and sighed. "Alright daddy. I'll do what I can. But...if I fail, I expect you to be there to back me up. You are the King."

"You won't fail." He assured me.

There was no doubt he was trying to instill courage in me, but it worked. I felt like I could take on the world. Family or not, when the king has faith in you, it's hard to let him down.

Before he got up to leave, he patted me on the leg and rubbed his beak to mine in a kiss, chirping gently. "We look forward to seeing what kind of negotiation you have planned; It'll be your first real act as princess. Make us proud. Lunch is in half an hour." With that, he gave me a gentle bow and walked away, closing the door behind him.

I knew I should have been nervous, having stupidly dove beak first into some sort of hostile negotiations with an aggressive but righteous chief, but with my parents and the royal guard there to back me up. Plus I had a whole kingdom to offer, if need be.

With my renewed vigor and enthusiasm, I hopped out of bed and brushed my mane as best I could before getting into my golden trimmed, red robes for ceremonies and presentation. Before leaving, I took in a deep breath and put on a smile, then headed out to the luncheon that had been prepared in the banquet hall. This was going to be interesting.

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As I stood outside the banquet hall, I brushed my robe off and ran my fingers through my hair. I took in a long, deep breath as I closed me eyes, preparing myself mentally. Storm and Melodi were in there, waiting for me, and I couldn't let them down, but I also needed to stay strong so the royal family maintained their image.

After my moment to myself, I pushed in, opening the twin doors to show that everything was as I expected. Silver plates and candles, an entire buffet of breakfast foods like sausages, bacon, eggs, bread for toasting, and punch bowls full of orange juice. On one side, my mother and father, the king and queen. On the other side, Storm and Melodi. Dasa was curled up at Melodi's feet. There were a dozen guards behind either party lining the banquet hall, each fully armored and carrying either a polearm or a sword and shield.

On the opposite end, a single large throne made of gold and padded with red velvet. Emtpy. Waiting for me. This was my day.

I kept my beak high as I walked down the long banquet table, my eyes trained on Chief Storm. I was still a little angry at him for his treatment of me the night before, but the look on his face told me he didn't seem to care about that.

When I finally sat down in the throne, I took in another deep breath and asked my father, "Could you pass the scrambled eggs?" I was trying to avoid looking at Storm, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was getting frustrated. It also didn't help that the thought of a huge bowl of eggs reminded me of the massive one I still had under my bed. I couldn't eat eggs unless scrambled, it was just too weird for me, since I myself was oviparous.

"Sure." He grabbed the bowl and gave them to me so I laid a bunch on my plate.

I grabbed the plate with bacon and sausage, stabbing them with a fork to put them on my plate as well. Once my meal was ready, I grabbed silverware with each hand and stared at the food until someone spoke up.

Storm was the first to say a word. "So what are you going to offer me for my tribe's loss?" I could tell he was struggling to hold back a growl. Not exactly a gentlemen, but he knew when not to make things worst.

A sly grin slowly spread across my beak before I looked up at him. "Nothing."

"What?" He hissed at me.

"Excuse me?" Melodi gasped, her expression looking like one of fear more than anger. She knew Storm was not happy and I imagined she was worried about what would happen if Storm didn't get what he wanted. Not a good relationship to be in, as far as I could tell.

"You heard me. We will not be giving you anything for the loss. Not for the girl who lost her life, anyway. That is between the royal family and the ones she left behind. No, all I am going to offer you is replacement for the goods that were eaten or used while the regiment was passing through on official duty. You will be properly reimbursed for your cooperation." I glared at him, beak pressed shut and raised high.

Storm got to his feet, slamming his fists down on the table as he bellowed at me. "How dare you, you ignorant little-"

I cut him off by standing as well, nearly as tall as he was. "Sit. Your. Ass. Down." I commanded, shutting him up. It was clear he wasn't used to someone standing up to him because he clamped his beak shut and huffed at me. "How dare I, you say? No how dare you. Coming to my castle, injuring two guardsmen who were just doing their job and had nothing to do with the tragedy in your village. You threatened me, you invaded my home, you demanded compensation, and yet here you are telling me what you want? Chief, you are lucky I don't have you beheaded for your insubordination and aggression. Now, sit down and eat your meal, and I expect you to treat me, my sister, and my parents with respect. If there is another outburst, I will be forced to subdue to, and I really don't want your arrogance to start a civil war." I slowly sat back down and waited for him to follow suit.

He glanced around the room and got a good look of the two dozen guards lining the walls behind him and behind my parents. He knew that he was outmatched, capable as he was. He huffed at me again and sat down without saying a word.

"Good. I'm glad to see we have an agreement. Now, I will be launching an investigation to find out more about the incident that took the life of the little girl. Once the truth is unraveled, a trial will commence and those responsible will be given equal punishment, as it should be. Remember, your tribe is part of my nation, and therefore falls under the Arrenthen justice system. While I understand your outrage and the injustice laid upon your village, I promise you will be properly reimbursed with food, gold, and other supplies. Before your departure, I will set up a caravan with three loads of prime goods and a watch of a dozen royal guard for protection to ensure their safe arrival at your village."

My parents were smiling as they enjoyed their meal, occasionally glancing back and forth between Storm and I. They seemed impressed with my firm stance, and weren't scared in the slightest of Storm's size and power. Melodi, on the other hand, seemed a little worried.

"Mel, what's wrong?" I asked before biting a strip of bacon.

"N-nothing." She mumbled, taking a sip of juice.

While storm kept huffing and growling at me, I gave him a glare before returning to Melodi. "No, something is wrong. Are you not content with my peace offering?"

"It's not that, I just..." she paused and looked up to storm before looking back at me. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. I'm just...it really was bad, you know. What the knights did to the village. I'm not sure if I'm speaking against my station, but Storm here is right to be angry. They ransacked the village and left us with nothing. I'm also pretty sure that girl was raped before she died. I just...I know you're trying to be firm, but look at it from our perspective. It was worse than you know." She pleaded with me.

There's no way to deny I had her figured wrong. I thought Storm was abusive to her and that's why she was so meek, so shy, and so submissive. Instead, it seemed she just knew that I'd not bend to his will. She wanted more, she felt they deserved more. She wasn't wrong - Melodi wasn't stupid - but she failed to factor in Storm's poor and unprofessional behaviour.

"I know, Mel. Like I said, an investigation will happen and the perpetrator will be punished to the fullest extent of the law. We will also be doing all we can to make it right with the village via food, coin, and supplies. I'm willing and happy to help the village, but I'm not giving Storm here a thing. Your hubby needs to understand that he can't just barge into the castle and expect to be treated with-"

"You arrogant stuck up cunt!" Storm growled at me as he slammed his fist down on the table.

"What this time? I told you, Storm, you're lucky I don't have you beheaded after your little micro-invasion. Maybe you should calm the fuck down before you give me reason to have you expelled from the capitol. Or have your head expelled from your body." I stared directly in his eyes and grinned a sadistic grin. "I have no time or patience for your outbursts. We can be allies here. I value your skill in battle as well as what you offer the nation in the northern regions, but if you continue to threaten me, I will have no choice but to deal with you in an appropriate manner. So, you can either work with me on this, and get the best care for your people, or you can continue to slam things around like a child and I'll have your head. I really, really don't want to go with the latter."

I took a gentle sip of my drink, not once letting my gaze break from his.

Slowly, I saw his expression soften as he realized he wasn't winning this one. He looked across the table to the king and queen, then over to Melodi, then back to me as he took a bite of the sausage he had on his plate. "I accept." He said as he slowly shook his head.

"Don't be like that, Storm. I told you, we're not enemies. We both live here, we have the same goals. We may not need each other, but we're so much better together. I know you're not happy with my offer, but you will have to trust that I will make it right. That is my job as princess. I just hope you can come to realize that your aggression needs to be focused and properly managed. Keep in mind, in the name of my sister I have been quite ... compassionate ... with you so far, and I will continue to do so if it means that you will be my ally. I will happily make sure you, personally, feel vindicated in your anger, but if you threaten me again, I will have your head. Do you understand?" I was quite calm. Collected. Firm but fair.

"Yes, Princess." He said.

Melodi gasped and smiled. "That's the first time I've ever seen him call someone by their title. Progress!"

I smiled back and nodded. "Glad to hear it. So can we just enjoy a meal, together, from monarchy to Chieftan?" I raised my glass, as did everyone else, and we tapped before drinking.

Though I wasn't entirely convinced of Storm's sudden change of heart, we had a pleasant conversation over a wonderful meal. We laughed, we shared stories of conquest and defeat, Melodi praised Storm's power and skill, I made jokes about him using that power and skill on her, and stuff like that. Knowing first hand what she was dealing with made me quite sympathetic to her nether region, but I didn't let that come up. My parents didn't need to know what I'd done to him the night prior in order to pacify him enough to accept this candid meeting.

It wasn't until after the meal had dispersed and Storm was returning to his quarters that my parents came to me to offer their congratulations on a negotiation well handled. They loved how firm I was, how fair I was, and how strong it made the royal family look without making us look heartless. I couldn't help but blush at their compliments.

After the meal, however, I had to take a few moments to myself to return to my bedroom. I was exhausted after that tense negotiation. My blood was boiling and adrenaline was racing through my veins the whole time, but I kept my cool. I could feel the ademane in me hot and ready for action in the event Storm got angry enough to attack me for my blunt refusal of his demands, but it seemed he was smart enough to know better.

In the end, I think it turned out well. Storm may not have gotten his personal vindication, but he got to return to his homeland knowing that his people would be properly cared for, and that the monster responsible for the death of one of his villagers would be properly dealt with. It was clear that he wanted something more immediate, but this was the best I could do within the realm of proper law and order. It was the right balance of justice.

I was still quite tired, so once I retired to my room, I stripped naked and fell, beak first, in my bed to enjoy a bit of a nap. I earned it.

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Once again, I was woken by the sounds of a rapping on my door, only this time it was lighter, gentler. It was Melodi, trying to wake me. "Talba, are you there?"

I wasn't nearly as groggy this time so I answered. "Yeah, I'm here, just trying to nap. Had a very busy day." As I blinked and rolled onto my back, I saw that there was no light coming in from outside, only the gentle candlelight of the chandeliers in the room. I must have napped longer than I thought.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure." I left the blanket covering me, but didn't worry too much about covering myself up. She and I grew up together, and she'd not only seen but felt me quite intimately the night before. I still felt a little shame about that, but given the circumstances, I didn't feel so bad. I hope she didn't, either.

She cracked the door open and slipped in. Unlike me, she was wearing a tribal tank top and a short feather and fur skirt. Very different from what she wore when she lived here in the castle. After she gently closed the door behind her, she turned and took in a deep breath.

"Spit it out. What's wrong?" I asked.

"Storm. We're leaving in a few hours and he wants to see you again. Only, he politely demanded I try to convince you of a repeat of last night. Says it would make him feel like you truly cared about his needs, and that it would foster great unity and blah blah blah. Can you just tell him no?"

I laughed a bit. It was insensitive, but I couldn't help it. "Don't worry, you can happily rest, knowing that you won't have to touch me again. I don't want that any more than you do. That said, part of me really does feel that I kind of owe it to him to give him one parting gift. You're okay with that, right? You're not the jealous or monogamous type, I hope."

"N-no, I'm not. Trust me, there's enough Storm to go around, and I actually enjoy a break from time to time. He's both vigorous and virile, and I can't keep up, especially when Dasa gets involved. I just don't want you getting caught up in his...you know, pride?" She walked over to the bed and sat down, same place my father had sat that morning.

"Don't you worry about me. I'm not done with him yet. You just go get ready for your trip back. Did mom and dad prepare the caravan of supplies?"

She nodded. "Yeah, there's actually five carriages each full. It's quite impressive, really. Not from a king and queen, but for a small village like ours that will be a feast. You did good, Tal. I really think Storm is convinced of your sincerity. He's still not happy about being threatened, but he's not stupid, he knows you're right. Just...like I said, he did ask me to ask you for 'round two', as he put it. That drake is eternally competitive."

"Yeah, I'm surprised he didn't come to see me himself. No worries. Like I said, I'm not done with him. Come on, let's go. I'm gonna get dressed real quick, then we can head out to say our goodbyes." I patted her on the shoulder and rubbed my beak to hers before rolling off the bed and heading to my wardrobe. She looked away.

I was going for something regal but not overbearing, so I wore a simple short skirt and tank top similar to my school uniform. I grabbed the vials of potion and slipped them in three different pockets on the belt loops of the skirt. Each potion had a different use that I would use. I wasn't wearing panties, because I had a pretty good and clear idea of what I could expect when I next saw the chief.

"Are you ready?" Melodi asked as she glanced over her shoulder at me. She rolled her eyes when she saw what I was wearing. "Seriously?"

"What? It's the same as yours, except yours is leather and fur, mine is red velvet and golden tassels. Don't hate because you wanted to go live in the wild with the tribal leader." I dipped my finger into the first potion and slipped it under my skirt to smear some between my lips. I was prepared. "Alright, let's go. Let's see what the Chief has to say." With that, I grabbed Mel by the arm and guided her out of my room and into the main hall.

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"Well, if it isn't the twin princesses." Storm marveled as the Melodi and I both walked out from the hallway and emerged into the grand hall at the end near the thrones. "I think we might be heading out early." His tone wasn't sincere, there was something else going on with him.

"Oh good, so has the guard been assigned to the convoy of supplies back to your village?"

Melodi leaned into me and whispered in my ear. "Yeah, they took care of that hours ago."

"Indeed. I was thinking, Melodi, could you please go out into the market and wait for me while I have a word with Talba, here?" Storm extended his talon to the big twin doors that were distorted thanks to him bursting in the night before.

I nodded to Melodi that it was fine and that she could go. I could handle myself.

"Sure, I'll see you out there." She leaned into him and rubbed her beak to his, up on her toes to reach him. "How long will you be?"

"That will be entirely up to the princess, here." He declared, never taking his eyes off me. "So just stay outside until I join you. We have a long trek back to the village and you need your rest, I'm sure."

She smiled and slipped her way out the door, taking one nervous glance back at me before closing the door behind her.

There were nearly twenty guards lining the great hall as Storm and I stared at each other. It was I who broke the silence. "So what's your game, chief? I think it's time for you to make your move, or you could just leave with your loving mate."

"I think you know what my game is. You still owe me for abandoning me last night. You promised me something that you didn't deliver on, and I'm not leaving this castle until I get it." He stood up straight and puffed out his chest, doing all he could to look as dangerous as he could.

I, on the other hand, knew how to play into his bloated ego. Two steps. Step one: Make him think he was coaxing me into submission. Step two: Give him what he wanted while making it clear he was not in control. I leaned in close to him so that our chests were nearly touching as I grabbed his loincloth. "What's the matter, was I too rough with your spear?"

Storm seemed to be taken aback by my sudden and aggressive motion. Evidently I was quite poor at faking submission. He didn't seem to know what to do in that position so he grabbed my mane and held my beak close to his. "Don't test me. You know damn well you owe me."

"I don't owe you a damn thing, Chief. You're lucky you still have these." I reached up under his loincloth to grab at his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as I leaned my beak up near to his. "But if you use them right, I might let you keep them."

He squeezed at my mane to get a better grip as he stepped into me, forcing me back. I still had his balls in my hand, but he was fumbling at his loincloth to peel it to the side, exposing his sheath. His aggressive motion put all the guards at high alert, but I used my free hand to wave them away, telling them not to panic.

"That's right. If you want to earn my trust, you have to earn it. I thought we went over this." The instant I felt his grip on my mane loosen, I let go of his balls, leaned into him, wrapped my arm around his torso, and flipped him over my shoulders to land with a thud on the black marble floors. Before he could re-orient himself, I hopped onto him and straddled his hips, pinning him to the ground. His sheathe was rubbing up under my skirt, the moist tip smearing fluids against my lips. I gyrated my hips as I leaned down to look him in the eye. "Last time you did a real number on me, but I'm better now and you better make up for it."

He growled at me and grabbed my mane again, only this time he used his other hand to dig his claws into my hips and hold me in place as he pushed his hips up into mine. "Pampered bitch." He growled at me as his barbed tip poked out from his sheathe to drag along my vulva.

I should have been worried. I should have known better thanks to what he did to me last time, but I had a point to prove and I couldn't let him leave the castle thinking he'd gotten the better of me. I wanted to make sure he saw me as a dominant force, that I was empowered and able to stand up to him, but also sensual and willing to offer my young body to him in exchange for compensation. I knew his trigger points, and he wasn't the only one who was weak to the temptations of the flesh.

"Don't be so shy, Storm! Why don't you come out to play?" I arched my back and lifted my tail under my skirt, grinding down against him so that his cock poked into me. I leaned into him, pushing against his firm grip to bury my beak in his chest feathers.

Eventually, he let go of my mane and wrapped his hand around my shoulders, using it to hold me in place as he put his paws on the carpet and dug his claws in for leverage so he could buck his hips up into me. He clicked his beak and growled at me, a deep rumbling purr of a sound. I'm not sure what part of this he liked more, be it the exhibitionism, my dominant behaviour, or if he was just really simple and easily manipulated with pussy. Whatever it was, I was happy to indulge him.

"There you go. How does that feel, drake?" I moaned into his chest feathers as I leaned back, forcing his length to slip deeper into me. I could feel his splayed out barbs flicking out against my inner walls, catching on the flesh. Luckily, the potion I'd taken meant I was immune to stabbing, and he could fuck me all he wanted. The moment I felt his sheath press against my lips, I pulled off, shifting my weight so his length was pulled from my depths, the barbs catching and tugging on me. Those barbs may have been rough, but I'd never been tickled quite like that before. It was like a dozen tiny little pokes of electroshock therapy applied directly to my nethers.

I needed more.

Before I could even re-adjust myself to lean back onto him, he let go of my shoulders and wrapped both hands around my waist and forced me down. I sat up straight and leaned back into it, grinding my hips against his as I felt a bulge form in my lower belly. He was in fact quite well endowed, that was certain.

Many of the guards around us were watching, a mixture of confusion and arousal on their faces. One had a suspicious bulge in his crotch as the plate of armor poked out farther than it should have. I looked back at them and smiled, giving them a show as I pushed down on Storm again, his member sliding deeper and deeper every time. I could feel the bulge of his knot pressing against my lips as he pushed back up into me, holding me down.

But I wasn't ready for that. Not yet. I stood straight up against the force of his hands that held me down, and felt his barbed tip tug from me. There was an audible squelch as his flesh left mine, lips slapping together once emptied, leaving a gooey strand dangling between my legs and down to his tip as it rest on his belly.

The look on his face was one of anger. He didn't speak a word, but the message I got was clear; he was quite upset that I'd abandon him again, leaving his cock chilled and not deep in me. He tried to reach up to me, hoping to force my hips back down against his, but was surprised when I leaned down and wrapped both my hands around his neck and hoisted him up onto his feet.

I leaned up close into him, pressing my hips to his, feeling his member poking up at the fabric of my tank top. My hands were around his sides, grabbing at his well-toned rump to hold him close as I slowly guided him around and backwards to the throne at the top of the steps. He tripped as I pushed him backward, but he regained his footing and continued to move backward until he was pressed against the throne, and I pushed him to sit down.

As I got to my knees and pressed my face in between his legs, I could hear the guards murmuring and whispering to each other.

"What should we do?" One asked. "Pretty sure this isn't allowed."

"I don't know, but she's the princess, what are we going to do, tell her no?"

"I suppose you have a point. Stay on guard, I guess, in case something bad happens."

That was all there was to that. They observed and acknowledged my power. Storm was not dominating me, though I was acting submissive, bowing to him, kneeling before him, letting him fuck me. Perfect way to keep the image of his power. I grabbed his cock with both hands and angled it so I could slip the tip into my beak, using my tongue to caress at the underside of it as I suckled. Bad idea. Barbs in the beak was not fun, so I gave one final lick before pulling it out to rub the side of my beak on it. I looked back at the guards, only to be interrupted by Storm's demands.

He grabbed at my mane again and tried to force my beak down on his cock, but I was still too strong for him to force. Instead, I grabbed his fingers and pried them from the locks of hair and stepped up onto the seat of the throne, using that, his legs, and eventually the arm rests as steps. I stood atop both rests, with my pussy in his face. "If you want it, you'd better eat me out, first. Earn it." I grabbed the fur behind his ear and forced his ridged beak up against my lips so I could grind against it.

Storm resisted at first, I could tell he hated being forced, but he gave in after a few idle rubs, nuzzling those ridges back and forth between his lips, my fluids smearing his beak and probably triggering some sort of deep rooted passion. Pheromones will do that. He didn't lick me immediately, though. Not like I'd asked, so I had to grab the underside of his beak and angle the tip up towards my lips, demanding he taste me.

Though clearly reluctant, he eventually did it, sticking his tongue out to prod at my lips, pushing them aside to taste at my sex. Honey pot. Flower. Whatever silly euphemism worked. All I knew and all that was going through my mind was how I was totally controlling him with my body. I had a pussy, he had a desire. As long as I teased him with promises of fulfilling that desire, he was in the palm of my hand, even if it did require some coaxing and force to get him there. He even brought his hands up to hold my hips in place so he could get in deeper.

I moaned, a deep rumbling echo in the grand hall of the castle that I'm sure all the guards could hear. I could feel my clit winking at him, leaving smudgy messes of my fluids all over the tip of his beak, but I didn't wanna finish like that, so I pushed him away and held his shoulders at arm's length as I squatted down, using his chest for balance as I brought the other one around to feel around for his cock tip.

Once I felt the barbs in the palm of my hand, I cradled it and brought it up to between my legs, prodding at my lips under my skirt. Before I let him in, I glanced back with a devious grin to stare at all the guards, one by one, before using my free hand to un-latch the skirt. Once it was loose enough, I peeled it off and tossed it behind the throne. My tail was up high, giving them all a great view under it, showing my moist and dripping lips.

There was no time to show off, because the moment the skirt was off, he grabbed my hips and forced his cock up into me with one aggressive thrust. I felt the barbed tip plowing through me and prodding at my cervix, only this time it didn't go in. Perhaps a side effect of the potion. Still, I had plenty of depth to accommodate him, so I clenched my muscles and started bouncing, one hand around his neck for balance as I used my other hand to push my tail to the side so the others could see.

Storm's expression melted a little with each bounce on his cock, morphing from that of anger to a more carnal lust. He was giving in, letting his violent side be chipped away in lieu of a more amicable aroused state. Perfect.

I leaned into him, rubbing my beak against his again, prodding my tongue out to lick at my own juices that moistened his ridges. That's when I decided to take the tank top off, peeling it upward and tossing it behind the throne with the skirt. Now I was fully naked, exposed for all the guards to watch as Storm pounded my pussy. It was delightfully lewd, showing off like that, but it was still quite exhilarating. This translated to eagerness as I pushed down and started really working his cock, bounding up and down on it, grinding my hips in time with every movement. I could feel the barbs poking at my depths and tugging on my flesh, but it didn't hurt. On the contrary, it felt great!

The Chief, however, was probably enjoying himself even more! He grabbed my hips with one hand and wrapped his other hand around my neck, holding me close to him as he started thrusting opposite my bouncing, so I stopped moving. I let him take over, his hips jerking up into me, cock pumping in and out of me faster than I could bounce.

The friction was intense. I had a lot of lube so I was nice and slick, but even then he was being a little too aggressive. I loved it. I could already feel my nethers growing sore from him, but it made the flesh throb and swell, making it even tighter for him, so it felt even nicer for me. I tried to clench my pelvic muscles, but he was pummeling me too thoroughly, and it made no difference. I threw my head back and whimpered, beak chattering as he pushed up as hard as he could, barbed tip stabbing at my cervix as his knot pressed against my lips.

He held that position for a moment and I felt his cock twitch every few seconds followed by a warmth spreading through my sex and into my womb. I thought he'd cum, but after a few spurts, he started thrusting again, my walls more slick now thanks to whatever he'd pushed into me. Must have been a few shots of precum, because I was more slick than when I was only producing my own juices.

Every thrust was met with his barbs splaying out at the apex, only to be tugged out, catching on the softness of my sex, a suction feeling filling me as he pulled mostly out so that just his head was resting between my lips. In and out, and he didn't seem to stop, he just kept going, thrusting into me, parting me and spreading my cunt wide, distending my flesh, and stabbing at my cerivix, only to stop every couple minutes to pump some more precum into me, making me slick, my walls tender, and my clit dripping the fluids he pumped into me onto his belly.

I was starting to get sore, more sore than I was willing to hold onto for much longer. I looked him in the eye, clenched my muscles as tight as they would go squatted down as far down as I could go until I felt his knot starting to part my vulva, and I started grinding on him. I undulated my lower torso in waves, ending with my hips doing a little circle, and every time I tried to force him deeper into me, I wanted his knot, at least for a moment, before sending him on his way.

That knot never quite made it, since it was fully formed outside of me and far too wide to fit between my hip bones, but that didn't stop him from bellowing as he let out an intense orgasmic growl. He held his head up, beak open, as a fiery shot of his seed erupted into me, filling my womb and spurting out around his knot. He didn't just cum once, though. Every few seconds, his body would twitch and his cock would throb, spewing even more into me. Before long, the pressure had built up and the cum started squirting out between his cock and my lips, forming little rivulets of seed between his knot lobes and over his ball sack.

He held me close as his mess flowed out over us both, spreading his legs and looking over my shoulder to the onlookers. A deep rumbling churr escaped his beak as I also looked back.

Every tiny little motion I made felt his cock shift about inside me, releasing more of his mess all over him and the throne. I reached back and collected some with my fingers to taste, only to find I actually didn't enjoy it. It was too bitter for me, not sweet enough. Still, I made a face like I enjoyed it as I licked my fingers off.

Once I felt his member growing soft, I stood up straight on the arm rests of the throne, staring down at him. I grabbed his head again and shoved his beak into my messy, cum filled cunt and told him, "Clean up your mess!"

To my complete and utter surprise, he did it! He grabbed my hips to hold me in place and he leaned up into me, tongue lapping at my folds and prodding at my depths to release more of the fluid, which he happily slurped up and swallowed! He was like a dog, pushing his beak up into me and slurping back every drop of cum that he'd left.

My clit kept winking in time with every forced lick and rub, squirting little bits of fluids on his beak as he cleaned his mess from my lips, so I started grinding down on the ridges again, a gentle moan escaping my beak as I felt another wave of pleasure rock up through my sore and tender lips.

At that moment, when I felt my orgasm bubble up and erupt inside me, I knew that it was time to part ways. I grabbed his head and pushed him away from me so I could hop down from the throne and grab at my clothes.

He seemed confused, his balls and sheathe still soaked in his own mess as I went about my business, putting my skirt and tank top back on.

"Aren't you going to clean up-"

I interrupted him. "Nope. That's your job. I've already cleaned your messes enough over the last day. But I'll tell you this, if you ever want to come back to the castle, it better be with good intentions, because next time..." I paused and reached over to grab his balls, mess and all, "...next time, I'll have your manhood if you ever threaten me or my family again. And that includes Melodi. If I ever hear of you hurting her, I'll cut them off myself. Now get the fuck out of Arrenthen." I smeared his cum on his chest and walked away, leaving him on the throne to think about that.

I didn't bother going back to make sure he left, I still had other things to focus on, namely the gryphon in the dungeon. Keploen was a far kinder soul, from what I'd seen. I bet he'd be a far more passionate lover, should I break him free.

Though, I admit, the roughness was fun. Something about unfettered carnal aggression that couldn't be beat.

The last thing I heard before I left the grand hall to go back to my quarters was the dialogue between two of the guards.

"What a slut." the first said.

"Maybe, but look at the Chief, she got her way and he's not angry anymore."

Damn right. I knew, deep down inside, that my little display would almost certainly not be forgotten any time soon, and I was okay with that. If that's the kind of queen I had to be, then so be it. It's all for the greater good, and I'm the greatest good most would ever have. I didn't exactly want a legacy of being the kind to just fuck anyone, but I had no problem with using my body to sow the seeds of unity in my people, and if that's what it took, then that's what I'd do. No shame, only power.