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Shen, no Lord Shen, straddled the Weapon and let his fingers run over the cool metal slowly. There was something so excellently sublime about it. Such a powerful weapon. The burst of heat that bellowed out of the device when it fired. The blast that shook him to his core as it raced through every fiber of his being. It was the great equalizer. No kung fu could surpass it. No amount of training, no amount of practice, none of that could equal what he could do here with this.

Fingers tapped over the sculpted barrel as his metal covered feet scratched lightly along the smoothly carved features. Tongue ran over his beak slowly as he rolled his body against it. With this, no force could stand against him. Not the Masters. Not other cities. Not even destiny itself could stand against his will.

This was easily the most powerful tool to ever reside between his legs. Well... maybe second most powerful. Both could cause an awful lot of devastation. And neither went off unless they were meant to.

He ran his tongue over his beak slowly and breathed out a quiet little moan to himself. The noise made him freeze and look around the throne room slowly. He was alone in the room. He wouldn't allow any of those wolves or gorillas in without his permission. They knew better than to disobey him. Which meant that he was all by himself.

Shifting his robe to the side, the peacock breathed out the softest of moans as he rolled his body against his weapon. Metal, cool to the touch, and intricate carvings slithered against his thighs and groin. His back arched as his beak shivered. The barest of moans whispering its way up his throat and slithering across the room. Legs pressed to that thick barrel and squeezed the unyielding metal. It was thrilling knowing that the means to defy his destiny lay here. The Soothsayer continued to say that his future was unchanged. He leaned forward and braced his hands on the cannon, rolling his hips steadily. The power to take one's destiny into your own hands and guide it wasn't something that was experienced every day. Nor was it something one could bear without being a strong, proud leader. And he was the strongest leader this city had ever known.

Shen's hips were stirring faster against the metal as he panted. Yes, no one could stand against his might. None dared to challenge him. Fingers pressed tighter to the metal as his body jerked against the metal. He was unstoppable. He was unbeatable. He was...

A sharp rap on the door made his tail feathers flare in surprise. "Y-yes?" he squeaked before clearing his throat and speaking louder, "Yes, what is it?"

Boss Wolf's voice rang through the door. "Lord Shen, you have a visitor." He frowned. Who in the world could that be. Hopefully not more of the troublesome Kung Fu Council.

"Who is it?" he grumbled at being interrupted during his private time. Fingers tapped against the barrel as he huffed in annoyance.

There was a mutter of discussion outside of the room. "Her name is Lady Chuntao." Shen froze, eyes going wide as memories sparked. "She says she's here to negotiate with the Lord of Gongmen City." He hadn't seen Chuntao since his exile. She had been lovely then, he wondered how time had treated her. It had been twenty years, surely she must have found herself a nice suitor.

"Tell her I shall be down shortly." Shen hopped off the cannon and began to straighten up his robes. The peacock huffed, taking a deep breath as he calmed himself. Breathe. Relax. He was every bit as in control of his body as he was his destiny. "As soon as I can get down," he grumbled to himself as he adjusted and fiddled, waiting for his erection to subside.

Chuntao kept her breathing calm and even as she casually strolled around the courtyard. She let her eyes move across the entire scene around her. Just keeping it anywhere except for where Master Rhino's Raincloud Hammer was resting. She knew him well, had often invited him and the other council members over for tea and lunch on many occasions. They had fostered a rather wonderful relationship and even friendship. Master Rhino especially since he was a wealth of information. She had heard of Shen's return. Had heard of the rumors, but it was something else entirely to verify it with her own eyes.

The peahen paused in her stroll to look over at the hammer. She wanted to cry. She could feel the tears that threatened to gather in her eyes.

Clearing her throat delicately, she turned her head away from it and stepped further down the path with purposeful stride. It took every ounce of her upbringing and training to keep the tears at bay. She had to be a diplomat now. Had to be the Lady Chuntao. She could mourn her friend when she was back in the privacy of her own home and in her own chambers.

"Lady Chuntao my dear. It has been so long." The voice sparked countless memories. Happy ones, sad ones, ones filled with anger and disgust. The happy ones were fewer and hardly colored the others. Putting on her best airs, she turned and smiled as she looked over Shen. He stood only a handful of feet away, those unique red eyes of his scanning over her body as she stood there. She'd worn one of her finer robes, adoring herself with finest jewelry, make sure that she looked her best. He strode towards her, the metal guards along his feet chiming musically. "And you have only grown more beautiful."

She smiled at the compliment and stepped forward to meet him. Fingers brushing over each others as she bowed her head. "It has been a very long time, Lord Shen. How have you been?"

He laughed, "Never been better in my life." Chuntao took the chance to look over him now that they were close enough to touch. His body was leaner than it had been before. The last twenty years had possibly been hard on him. Someone used to living in the lap of luxury, even if he trained regularly with his martial arts, did have a certain softness. That was gone, replaced by a hard edge won through years of striving to survive. Even with his relaxed fitting robes, she could see the outline of weapons tucked here and there on his body. Who knew how many were really on him. Her mind wandered to the hammer that was planted not too far away. If he could take down Master Rhino then the rumors of him being a dangerous force were true. Meant that her job here was that much more vital.

Shen let his eyes wander over her body as well, taking her in. She didn't wear much jewelry. Enough to show off, but without being gaudy about it. Any other lady he'd expect she had a dozen servants to help her dress, several of them just for her adornments. Not her though, not unless she had changed drastically. He doubted that though, not with the simple beauty she'd always preferred. Even though her feathers were a little drab in color, especially compared to his pristine white, both her gown and jewelry were done to accentuate it. In her youth she had been beautiful. Now, twenty years down the road, she had grown into her status. She now wore authority like she wore her clothes, letting it trail behind her like a grand cape.

The peacocks blinked, heads angling, a smile crossing each of their features at almost the same moment. Only a breath had passed since they had first touched. Fingers locked for a moment before pulling away, Chuntao turning to fall in step with Shen as he strode past her. The pair fell in step together as they moved around the courtyard, almost but not quite touching.

Metal clad feet chimed, jewelry tinkling in counterpart as they strolled around the courtyard. "What brings you around here, my dear?" He asked, hands sliding into the wide sleeves of his gown. The two of them were peacocks of the finest breeding. As much as he wished to link arms with her, to feel those fingers locked with his, the two of them were above the common rabble. In private, perhaps, but not where his soldiers could see them. He cast a sideways glance when he caught some of the wolves staring at them. They caught the slight narrowing of his eye and quickly scrambled off to do something else. "As much as I have missed seeing you, I highly doubt this is a social call."

Chuntao caught sight of the wolves scrambling away out of the corner of her eye, but didn't acknowledge it. She mirrored Shen's posture, sliding her hands into her robe as well so she could brush her fingers over her arms. Goosebumps had raised along her flesh. Even catching a sidelong glance at the look he gave those wolves sent chills through her. "I came to discuss a treaty between our cities. I want to ensure my people are safe."

He hesitated with his next step. "Safe from what might I ask?"

"There have been raids on villages and cities in the area for a very long time." She kept words as carefully measured as her steps. "I have been worried for the safety of my people."

A soft laugh came from the male, "Of course there have been raids. I needed materials for my weapon. So I sent the wolves out to do some gathering." The chiming of his metal shoes came a little louder as he added more of a dance to the step. "Now..." He laughed, "Now, no one can stand against me. Not even destiny itself."

She felt her blood run cold at his tone. She kept herself in stride with him as he spoke, droning on about his weapons and plans and destiny and how nothing could change any of that now. She'd heard this type of talk before from some of the suitors she'd had here and there. While she hadn't found an appropriate partner as of yet, she had plenty of ones seeing her attention. Shen had been at the back of her mind for so long. If he hadn't... If he hadn't been exiled, they would have probably wound up together. Not just by arrangement, but also by choice. They were very close friends. Very close.

At least they were until he went on his rampage and earned his exile. Then she'd worked her hardest to put her old friend out of her mind. At least until news began to ripple around about the wolf armies and raids and who knew what else happening in the wilds.

Then came the news of the Kung Fu Council's defeat and Shen's return. She'd set out immediately to try and confirm it for herself. It was worse than she feared. While she thought to herself, she had kept a corner of her mind tuned to his words. When he asked her what she had to offer, she was aware enough to lock onto that and thought. "What could I offer to someone that has the means to defy destiny itself?"

While her tone was marginally sarcastic, Shen missed that entirely. The male preened at her words, his tail fanning proudly. "Yes," he trilled, toes tapping out a merry tune as they walked. "What could anyone offer me at this point that I don't already have." His voice dropped as he stepped forward. "What could anyone offer me that I can't just take for myself?"

"Me."

She'd taken a couple more steps before noticing that he'd stopped. Breathing, she took a few more steps before allowing herself to stop and turn to look at him in return. Her tail twitched behind her slowly as she tilted her head at the perfect angle. She knew just how to hold herself. Just the perfect angle to hold her head at. How to face herself toward him to let him see herself in profile yet still partially head on. Let him get a really good look at her like this. A full on Lady, a noble of equal rank to him, standing there with him. Just the two of them. The barest, most coy of smiles crossed her features as she watched him. It took every ounce of her training to hold that expression. She dare not meet his eyes. Not only to appear more submissive to him and convince him to take her on the offer, but to avoid him reading something in them that would give up her game before the deal was made.

Oh me oh my oh. Shen could not believe his luck. Not only was he home. Not only had he proven his superiority against the council. But now here she was. The hen that had been his closest friend all those years ago. The hen that he'd fantasied about countless times. He was fair from untested in bed. Countless hens had found their way into his bed. None of them peahens, but sometimes all you needed was a place to find some release. Chickens, pheasants, he'd even gone with some mammals and a couple reptiles. Just had to expand the horizon of his experiences.

However, each time he'd been with a hen, he'd been fantasizing about Chuntao. Imagining what it'd be like to have her under him. Her rear lifted towards him. Whimpering his name as he drove deep into her with each plunge of his hips.

Red eyes looked over her now. He'd given her a good look over earlier, now he found himself really examining her. They were roughly the same age, he might very well be the older one. He'd honestly forgotten. It didn't matter though. Looking over her body slowly, he found himself growing excited. The way the sunlight caught and shimmered off her feathers. She kept her gaze low, submissive. Yes. Yes! Even she was submitting to him. Just as destiny itself would do soon enough.

His heart was beating faster as his gaze swept down her lovely frame. The curve of her neck and arched of her spine guided his gaze down her body before the slight arch of her tail made his eyes slow and roll back along her body. The slightest shift of her body made the fine gown pull just tight enough to show off the shape of her thigh. It was only there for the briefest of moments, but more than long enough let his mind craft an image for what she looked like under her dress. While she might not be a kung fu master, certainly no where near his skill level, he could only imagine how well she had maintained her body.

Shen shifted slowly where he stood, thankful for the loose fitting robes once again. He was getting very excited again, more than when he'd been atop his cannon. It took every ounce of self-control he had to keep from licking his beak here and there. Instead, he tightened his resolve and stepped forward. Careful, controlled, letting the chime of his claws echo through the courtyard.

He stopped when his chest was nearly touching hers. "You wish to give yourself to me?" Brows arched slowly, "All to keep your people safe?" He laughed softly and dropped his voice as he stepped closer. "You'd offer everything to keep them from whatever harm there might be out here?"

Chuntao kept her gaze averted and her voice soft, "I am no fighter. Nor do I have a large army to defend my people." She rolled her head slightly and fluttered her eyes, "I have to rely on treaties."

The proud peacock took a half step away from her, "And how many... treaties have you forged with other people?"

His undertone was rather obvious. She breathed out a low coo and turned her head until her beak very nearly touched his neck. "None." The hen stood close to him, not touching but instead standing close enough that their bodies were tingling with the nearness. "You would be the first I would ever reach such an..." she paused for a moment before breathing, "agreement."

If he were a weaker man, he'd have let his knees wobble and weaken at her tone. Even with all his training, he still found his knees buckling just a little. All these years and she was still virginal? Oh sweet heavens above it couldn't get any better could it?

He worked his mouth for a moment before smiling. "Well then. Perhaps we should retire somewhere more..." he looked around the courtyard, "private than here?"

Chuntao followed the sweep of his arm as he indicated the courtyard. Her eyes paused on the hammer for a moment before breaking away again. "Please."

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Shen was shaking as he paced back and forth across the room. As loathe as he was to admit it he was... Nervous? Eager? He angled his head and glanced at the door. Bill clicked softly and tongue rolled against his dry mouth. Placing his hands against each other, he took a breath to steady himself. He was Lord fucking Shen, he wasn't about to let some hen rattle him this deep. Certainly not one that had already submitted to him and offered him everything she had and was.

Except she wasn't just any other hen.

Grinding his beak, he pressed his hands tighter together and shook. He wasn't going to let himself be rattled by anyone. Not by other masters, not by his troops, not by the Soothsayer, not by fate, and certainly not by some hen! Even if the hen was his oldest friend that he'd been lusting after for the majority of his life. He was Lord fucking Shen, master of his own destiny. His resolve steadied as he took deeper breaths and rolled his shoulders. Each breath made it easier for him to control himself and ready his body for the challenge he was about to face. Chuntao was in the next room and he was her first. He was facing the greatest challenge of his life. He had to rock her fucking world. He was going to be the first, and only, male to ever take her but he was going to make sure to ruin her for any other males.

Breathing out a sigh and smiling, he stepped in front of a large polished silver mirror and began to strip off his robe. He admired his body as the robe fell away. This is what perfection looked like. If there was anything better than this, it could only exist in the afterlife.

As the robe fell away, it revealed his body in its fullest. He wore a leather harness under the robe, numerous sheaths and pouches holding his weapons. After folding and putting his robe aside, he started taking the feather blades and meteor daggers and other things out of their sheaths. Each found their way onto a padded tray before the mirror. The darts came next, ropes uncoiling from his arms before being gently wound and placed next to the metallic feathers. His guan dao was next. The weapon feeling nice and solid in his hand as he laid it on the topmost rack. Usually, he'd give into the temptation to snap out the weapon's pole and give it a few test swings. There was something so immensely satisfying about snapping it out and making it lock into place. Not this time though. He breathed out a huff and ran his fingers over the collapsible staff before tapping the curves of the blade.

The last items were his metal foot covers. Fingers down to the buckles before pausing for a moment. Should he take them off? He'd worn them for so long, years now, with only taking them off long enough to clean or tend to them. He felt more naked without them than he did without his clothing. Shen closed his eyes and breathed slowly before flicking the buckles.

A nervous flutter raced through his gut as cool air rushed between the claws' leather backing and his foot. Toes flexed as he pulled the guards away, looking at them for a long moment before hanging them on the rarely used stand.

Before he could change his mind about taking them with him, he straightened and worked off his harness. That he was thankful to get rid of. The straps and buckles often pinched and pulled at his feathers in the most uncomfortable fashion. Rolling his shoulders, he shrugged out of the contraption before hanging it over a dummy.

Thus disrobed and disarmed, the peacock stepped into a shallow bowl of warm water. Dipping his feet into it, he breathed out a coo as it soaked into his feet. He wouldn't spend long cleaning, just a quick soak, a little splashing, and then onto a plush towel. Feathers ruffle and spread as the peacock ran his feet around the towel to clean them thoroughly before pressing his body to the luxurious softness of the fabric. Wearing the weapons and harness tended to wear on one during the day.

Normally, he'd take a little longer to clean himself up. But he was already too eager. The red flesh of his cock peeking out of his gloriously snowy plumage once again. Unlike earlier, he wasn't about to be denied. No, he would have his glorious release.

Shen crossed to the door in a couple paces and threw it open. He stepped through the doors as they parted, tail feathers swinging up and apart just as he cleared the portals. Chuntao looked up with a start as the doors banged off the wall before drifting closed. She looked over his bare form before glancing away, her nares flushing a pink color.

The peahen hadn't fully disrobed yet. Gone was her adornments and jewelry, the accoutrements laid out neatly on what had been his mother's dressing table. Her robe was pulled back just far enough to reveal a shoulder and part of her back to him. She'd chosen her seat with every bit of care as he'd taken with his entrance. The hen lounged on top of a low stack of cushions, her elegant body stretched out atop them. A window, thrown open to reveal the setting sun, stood behind her as the most perfect of backgrounds. As his tail fanned even wider and shook with each step, she let her gown whisper down to reveal her body.

A flick of her wrist removed the robe fully and with a grand flourish. The gown flicking into the air before fluttering to rest on the smooth floor beside her. Her nares flushed deeper as she rolled on the cushions and stretched her entire body outwards. Hands sliding over the smooth surface as she brought her knees under herself. A smooth arch started at her head, rolling down her neck, across her back, and to her hips. Chuntao dropped her shoulders and lifted her rear, tail feathers fanning to show off her wonderfully pink petals to him.

Eyes locked on her privates, Shen strode across the bedroom with eager anticipation. "You do not know how long I've waited to see that summer peach." His eyes darted towards her eyes as she glanced back at him. "Either of them."

Chuntao turned her head away from him, "I have waited as well." Her voice cracked a little, nerves showing as the male moved onto the cushions and hovered over her. "Saved myself."

Shen moved over her before lowering himself, thighs sliding over hers. Her smaller tail feathers tickled his belly before her hips shifted, letting them slip between his belly and thigh. Leaning over the smaller hen, he ran his beak over her neck feathers slowly. Breathing in her flowery scent, he moaned as the pointed tip of his curving, tapered length pressed to her entrance. "For me?" She didn't answer him, but the shift of her hips gave him all the details that he needed.

Hands slipped over her hips as the peacock drew away. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he rolled her onto her back. Chuntao looked up at him with a surprised expression as he moved to lay over her. Fingers brushed over her cheek as he pressed the underside of his cock to her privates. "You do not know how many nights I dreamed of this very thing." His legs pressed against hers, lifting them slowly as he shifted against her again. "Being with you, having you, smelling you, feeling you..." He trailed off for a moment before leaning in, "Tasting you." Shen's tongue slipped over her open beak before sliding in. She lifted towards him, beaks sliding together as her tongue pressed over hers. He moaned and cupped her head, deepening the kiss as she welcomed him in.

Precum spilled onto her pristine feathers before he rolled his hips back. Tip kissed her folds again as he broke the kiss. "Experiencing every inch of you."

Twin cries arose from the peafowls as he penetrated her. His length pushing into her virginal folds and claiming her cherry blossom. Slick inner walls gripped his length and squeezed it as Shen pressed himself as deep as he could into his partner.

Chuntao huffed, cheeks flushed and eyes watering as she looked up at Shen. "You do not know how long I've waited to do this."

"Oh yes," he huffed, hips stirring against hers. Cock barely moving inside of her as he savored the feel of her freshly deflowered vent squeezing him. "I've wanted to make you mine for so long."

"No, I mean this."

He breathed out a questioning noise, too distracted by the feel of the hen under him to notice where her hands were reaching. Quick as snake she snapped her hands up. The sash of her robe being stuffed into his beak as she threw every ounce of her body into a frantic heave that threw the peafowl pair over.

Shen grunted as he was thrown onto his back, Chuntao straddling him. Her legs pressed tight to his flanks as she pressed the sash tight into his mouth. The edges of his beak curled started to curl into a smile as he mumbled about her being a very naughty hen as she wrapped his head and beak with the sash before tying it. If she wanted to be this frisky, he could get behind it. Hands fell to her hips to try and bounce her, but were immediately slapped away.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" She hissed. Shen's eyes narrowed at her before reaching for the sash. Her hands snapped out, trying to get his wrists with another sash. "Do you think I would just forgive you after everything you've done?"

He lurched under her, throwing the hen to the side. The pair tumbled from their cushioned perch to the floor with a thud. Chuntao's head cracked off the wood, eyes rolling back as she gasped. He snarled at her and fought the loops she'd managed to get around his wrists before hunching over her, hips still thrusting against her tightness. She dare try and attack him, Lord Shen?! Oh he'd make her pay. Make her entire city pay. He'd have her tied up where he could seed her day in and day out. Take her with him to make her watch as he razed her precious city to the ground, enslaved her people. Yes! And he'd mount her as he did it. Pump a load so deep into her as his glorious cannon ripped her defenses apart.

Cackling into the gag, he pressed his hands to her throat and pinned her down, wild red eyes locking with hers. He rolled his entire body into the thrusts, body slamming painfully against hers as he dug his cock brutally deep into her with each motion.

Once again, the peahen distracted him. He was so caught up in claiming her that he failed to notice the shapes dart into the room through the open window. A large body crashed into him, knocking him off her. Wet cock slipping free of her folds and twitching against the air. Shen instinctively twisted and brought both feet into the belly, digging them in and clawing as best he could. Even without his metal claws, he still was best with his kicks. Feet hammering the attacker in the gut repeatedly.

The attacker rolled off with a muffled yelp, giving him just enough time to roll to his feet. Several soldiers filled the room, each of them wearing dark clothing. A group of dholes and one red vixen that stood by Chuntao. Her own personal guard, he recognized them from various visits to her home so long ago. They were well trained and loyal to the core. Shen's eyes narrowed in a glare as he called out for his own guard, only then remembering the sash wrapped tightly around his beak.

The soldiers swarmed before he could rip off the gag, attacking from all angles. They were fast, agile, and fully clothed. While he was fast, agile, and sadly lacking in clothing. His raging erection didn't help. Especially as a couple more brutal soldiers took swings or kicks towards his privates, forcing him to dodge and twist. He twisted and twirled, trying to reach for the sash. Each time his hand would get near it, an attack would come singing in or a weapon would swipe at him.

More than once, the attacks were aimed a bit low. A kick or weapon swinging towards his raging erection. He twisted and twirled, blocking with a kick or arm to keep his lordly rod from being damaged. It twitched as air and feathers kept brushing past it. Precum spilling over his fingers and sailing through the air as he dodged a dhole. He'd been on the cusp of a climax before Chuntao surprised him, now he continued to hover on that edge. In a strange way, this was exciting. He began to tighten up his movements, letting him rub over the guards as they attacked him. He was Lord Shen, unstoppable, untouchable, unbeatable!

It didn't take long before a weighted rope was wrapped around one arm, pulling tight. He spun at the attacker, making her dodge and dart past him. The rope snapped around, wrapping him in several loops before he'd even regained his balance. Cord snapped taught, throwing him off balance and making him lurch as another weight wrapped around his leg and pulled tight.

Cloth wrapped chains lashed out, crashing against his side and making him wheeze. Stars flashed in front of his eyes as he staggered and lashed out blindly with a kick. Chuntao's personal guard darted and swirled around him in a whirlwind of cloth, rope, and chain. For a brief moment, he was lifted in the air as the chains wrapped tightly around him before being locked in place. The peacock dropped to the ground, legs buckling under the heavy weight of the chains that threatened to crush his chest with their tightness. He could only take the barest of breaths. He refused to go down. He would not. He was Lord Shen!

As his knees wobbled and straightened, he shot Chuntao and her vixen a glare that surely should have killed them where they stood. The fox returned his glare with one of her own before darting at him. He bounced, both feet kicking at her in one last act of defiance.

She hit the ground, sliding under him, twisting, grabbing. Heavy manacles attached to a board snapped in place around his ankles, securing his legs apart. Shen hit the ground chest first, huffing as he glared at anyone he could.

The guards lifted him to his feet, hauling his arms at an uncomfortable angle as they held him up. Chuntao's guard were helping her into her gown, whispering quiet assurances to their lady. She smiled and waved them off before fixing him with the coldest, iciest stare he'd ever seen. The look making even the great Lord Shen back up a half step, wobbling awkwardly as the board restrained his legs.

Chuntao sighed and turned her head, avoiding looking at the bound, erect peacock. "I had hoped to end this peacefully. That perhaps you could be negotiated with." She shook her head and tightened her robe around her body, wincing as she stood and walked towards the window. "Bring him with us. We should be near the valley by morning. With luck, his guards won't notice his absence until then." The hen looked over her shoulder with a sideways smirk. "Then we'll see how loyal they really are." She tucked her arms into her sleeves, "He is much better silenced, isn't he?"

The red vixen stepped up to her lady, sweeping an arm around Chuntao before leaping out the window. The fox-like dhole guards surrounded Shen, grabbing him by chains and rope as they hurried to the opening as well. "How long do you think he'll stay erect?" one questioned.

"Do you think the fight excited him?" a second asked.

Another laughed, "The question is, how long will the Lady make him stay like that before allowing him any sort of release." Laughter bubbled around him as the soldiers hauled him out and down, bouncing from rooftop to rooftop.