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The Beastmaker's Quest

HYDRA

The world was in the grips of winter. At least, this was true if one still clung to the old convention of referring to the continent as 'The World', as if there was nothing beyond it but endless seas - something that was now known quite conclusively to be incorrect. Since the discovery of the unimaginatively-named Southern Continent, various sages and philosophers had debated what they now ought to call the _other_continent - the one they were all living on. Some favored 'The Northern Continent', just for the sake of simplicity and symmetry. Others touted 'The Home Continent' as being more invocative and true to the landmass' role. A few theologically-inclined debaters loudly proclaimed that 'The Sacred Lands' was the obvious choice, as befitting the place where the Eight Gods had settled and created their chosen people.

The debate had raged for decades, and showed no signs of ending anytime soon. For now, though, the northern half of it had wreathed itself in snow and ice, seemingly without caring about what it ought to be called. The jungles, marshes and savannas that dotted the southernmost parts of the continent remained as balmy as ever, of course, but sadly that was not where Sayn's goal was to be found. In fact, she was currently soaring through the arctic air of the northernmost reaches, where even the summers were decidedly frigid, and feeling rather sorry for herself.

She should've saved this search 'till spring, as several of her friends had recommended. But she'd been too impatient, too eager to correct her oversight and locate the _really-for-sure-this-time-_last piece of the puzzle that would change the destiny of the Elven people. Hence why she was currently bundled in three layers of clothing - including one enchanted, element-proof dress and a layer of thick furs on top of it. She'd hoped that the ancient garment, enchanted by the Elves of a bygone era to be proof against the elements as well as direct attacks, would see her through by itself - but even the spellcraft of the Elven Empire at its height had its limits, it appeared.

Still, thanks to that dress, she wasn't really at risk of anything worse than mild discomfort. Without it, frostbite would have been a near-certainty, regardless of how many layers of mundane clothes she wore. This was the main reason why she was, once again, traveling alone. The only one of her faithful Consorts who could have braved these frigid temperatures without similar risk would be Korlin, thanks to her vast, magical powers, and as ever the wise, compassionate Kirin was busy with the tasks related to running the Empire... and would be even more so while Sayn was away.

But her beasts did not complain about the cold, and she'd learned at least _one_thing from her recent misadventure in 'peaceful, boring Laswell'. A flock of scout-constructs flew around her Great Winged Beast, but they were not alone - further out was a formation of her newly-built Battlefliers, significantly smaller than her aerial steed but still bigger and heavier by far than anything she'd been able to get airborne during her earlier, war-torn years. Lightly armored, they were equipped with razor-sharp claws designed for dive-bombing passes, and a drill-like beak tipped with a small, enchanted diamond that would enable it to punch through solid steel plate. Below and behind her, meanwhile, a cadre of fast, lightweight battle-beasts were following her, ready to catch up as soon as she gave them a chance. Less tough and fierce than her Iron Legion, but also less likely to crash straight through the thick sheets of ice that covered the northern waters. They could even manage to run on top of the snow, where any heavier beasts would have had to tunnel through it.

She didn't expect to need any of them, of course... but it was infinitely better to have them on hand without need, than to find herself in sudden need and not have them. It kept her friends and lovers back home from worrying, too - more than one of them had (quite unnecessarily) reminded her of how foolish she'd been to blunder into the middle of a secret fertility-cult without a single bodyguard or battle-worthy beast at her side. Well, she certainly wasn't about to repeat that mistake - and besides, as long as she didn't bring them directly into his living-room, she rather doubted that her target would care about an army parked on his doorstep. He had little to feel intimidated about, after all...

By most reckonings, the Hydra was, after all, the single-most powerful being in the world today - though of course, her own devoted Church would happily argue that her obvious divinity gave her that spot, relegating the vast, ancient being to an honorable second place. The Hydra - crafted by the same hand who forged the mighty Dragons, greatest of the gods' children! A unique, one-of-a-kind creation that merged the kind of vast, physical strength and power that the Leviathan and the Rukh possessed, with incredible insight, wisdom and magical power that could match even the likes of the long-disappeared Phoenix. His only possible match was the great, feathered serpent - Quetzalcoatl, created by the goddess Shigami, whose works the enigmatic God of Mystery was said to have greatly respected.

And, hey, she'd managed to secure that very being's help fairly easily, hadn't she? ...even if she couldn't quite recall the details of that particular meeting. Surely, she could manage to persuade the Hydra to aid her as well. Somehow. Well, it wasn't as if the Hydra's interests were unknown - Aterxeus had shared with her all that was generally known amongst Dragons of their great Creator's favored pet. He was known as a Keeper of Secrets, entirely disinterested in the golden treasure that his lesser cousins so eagerly collected. Knowledge, alone, was the treasure he sought, and if one could bring him a secret he did not already know, he was always willing to bargain.

So of course, she'd brought as many truly obscure and exotic secrets as she could lay her hands on, most of them gleaned from her various Consorts. The actual importance or impact of those secrets - often esoteric bits of knowledge about their creator-gods, secret rituals, and oral lore concerning the divine pets of their creators - was less important than simply the possibility that the Hydra might not _know_them. She had particularly high hopes for the last category - one tidbit Aterxeus had been able to give her was that the Hydra displayed particular interest in matters relating to his 'peers' - the pets of rival gods.

One tidbit he had_not_, alas, possessed was the exact location of the Hydra's den, beyond a rather generalized region. 'On an island off the northern shore' sounded like a decent starting-point, until you actually went there and realized that it was nigh-impossible to tell islands from ice-floes in that vast world of white. She'd been desperate enough to instantly pounce when one of her scouts spotted a mountain-cavern, even though it was probably on solid land and almost certainly too far south to be what she sought.

Sure enough, it hadn't been the Hydra's den, but it had worked out just fine anyway. A dragon lived there - a big, old male with blue-green scales - and he turned out to be semi-fond of humans. This was made obvious by the two adoring 'pets' who sat by his side, naked but for their collars in the cavern's magically-warmed air. They turned out to be a young couple, a man and a woman, who - recently converted to the First Church of the Beastmaker and filled with religious zeal - had decided to go on a grand pilgrimage in order to 'Share the Love of the Beastmaker' with all the beings of the world.

They'd had fair success at first, visiting the Beastkin Territories and the Centaur-clans of the Great Plains - still filled with a lot of horny stallions and very few likely mares in those days - and they even climbed a mountain to find a Griffin-clan, who proved reasonably hospitable. They'd traveled with other pilgrims, at first, but eventually those started to peel off, feeling that they had satisfied the precepts of the Church. These two, however, weren't quitters - and had continued north, searching for the illusive dens of the dragons. And, at last, found one.

Now, they'd taken up a different occupation, and they seemed dreamily content with it. The Dragon looked after them, kept them fed and healthy, and saw to all their needs. They were only too happy to see to his in return... quite literally, 'too happy'. Sayn had no trouble empathizing with them. She understood all too well the lure of allowing your will and identity to be completely overwhelmed by that of a Dragon... and the pleasures that it could bring. The Dragon, for his part, seemed genuinely fond of his 'pets', and rather amused by her unexpected appearance at his doorstep.

When asked, he confirmed with a half-shrug that yes, the Hydra's den was in this region, and he knew its exact location, more or less - having visited it when he was quite a bit younger, to bargain for secrets. Of course, a secret like that was quite valuable in itself... but perhaps they could reach an agreement? After all, he'd heard a great deal about her from his adorable little pets, particularly about this 'Gospel of Love' she was supposed to preach...

With a sigh, she'd surrendered to his will. Knowing that she'd be able to break out of it, resist it, even ignore it if she wanted to - it was far less potent than Aterxeus' had been - somehow made it easier. Besides, it was nice to be out of the cold, and she really wasn't looking forwards to slipping back into those heavy, cumbersome furs. Spending some pleasant time with the Dragon and his lovestruck 'pets' would be a nice diversion...

So she'd 'preached the gospel' with her two former adherents, giving the horny Dragon a proper floor-show. The woman writhed eagerly under her practiced tongue, her pussy showing obvious signs of frequent, heavy stretching, but clearly as sensitive as ever despite this. Her own, highly-elastic snatch was meanwhile managing to squeeze down hard enough on the man's rather ordinary-sized cock to make him moan lustily as he fucked her jerkily from behind.

They didn't carouse for very long before the Dragon grew tired of watching and decided to join in, shrinking down - as they tended to - to a size where his cock was large, but not unmanageable for an ordinary, if well-trained human. He fucked the three of them without prejudice, the man panting just as eagerly as the woman when his ass was stretched open by the Dragon's thick, hard rod. He seemed to cum several times during the ride - the exact number left unclear by the way the woman had crept under him, wrapping her lips around his bouncing hard-on and eagerly sucking on it for the duration, swallowing whatever bitter loads he put out. It seemed a well-practiced routine - presumably designed to avoid staining the cavern floor.

Sayn herself got the lion's share of the Dragon's attention, though, and spent quite a bit of time on her knees having first her pussy, then her ass invaded by the thick, yet flexible shaft - filling her to the limit in both cases, as the Dragon pulled that familiar old trick of increasing his size while he was inside her, just to find the exact point where her body started to resist him. Her mouth, meanwhile, was occupied with sucking delicious dollops of hot, savory cum out of the woman's freshly-fucked pussy, eager to feel it warm and fill her stomach.

Afterwards, she lay on her back for a while, fingers digging more hot, slimy cum out of her own gaping pussy and carrying it to her mouth while she watched the two 'pets' work together to tongue-clean their Master's cock. Idly, she wondered if he had specifically avoided requesting such ass-to-mouth treatment from her out of some kind of tactfulness, or due to somehow hearing about her dislike of the act - or if having his two pets do it was just such an ingrained tradition by now that he hadn't thought to task her with it instead.

With a pleasantly warm feeling in her belly and a refreshing, post-orgasmic glow about her, she felt ready to face the cold winds outside again. So with a slight effort of will, she pushed off the Dragon's influence - which was still weighing her down, reminding her how nice it would be to just stay a while longer, enjoying the warmth and the pleasures of the cave. Standing up, she told the Dragon that, having now provided him with a solid example of her Gospel of Love, she expected him to cough up the directions for Hydra's cave. The great old reptile seemed somewhat shocked by the ease with which she countered his will, but answered readily enough.

The directions, which she was now acting on, were still somewhat vague - mostly due to a general shortage of useful landmarks in the icy desert of the northern reaches - but they were something to go on. For starters, she now knew that she wasn't looking for a mountain, as she had assumed - rather, the Hydra had burrowed into the bedrock itself, and dwelt far beneath the arctic sea. The trick, thus, was finding the island that held the illusion-concealed entrance to this underground lair - a task that she was now devoting every beast she'd brought, flying and ground-walking alike.

As she waited for them to find her mark, she reflected with some astonishment on the fact that a sexual encounter with a Dragon had become just a brief, ultimately unspectacular interlude for her. Oh, sure, his size had filled her just perfectly, stretching her holes in all the right ways, but his actual technique had been somewhat... pedestrian. Clearly, he was over-reliant on both his sheer size, and the way his willpower and presence tended to overwhelm lesser beings. A fun little tryst, still, but nothing to write home about. Just how jaded had she gotten in her sexual adventures? She still remembered how mind-boggling it had been, years ago, when a great, emerald-scaled Dragon had descended before her and claimed her body with casual ease... though, thinking back, Praxinus had been far more imaginative and energetic in his sexual acrobatics - if it wasn't for his poor attitude, she wouldn't mind spending some time with _him_again. So perhaps she was not so much jaded, but rather just so experienced that she could actually tell whether a Dragon was a comparatively poor lay...

She paused her reflections when her flying scouts spotted something that just might_be an island, peeking out of the monotonous ice-flats. As islands went, it was definitely unimpressive - assuming it wasn't just a knot of ice pushed up by some deep current - but it was in roughly the right place, and that made it worth investigating. She quickly directed her land-troops - who had largely caught up by now - towards the spot. The swift, lightweight constructs were largely based on smaller, more light-bodied predators - mixes of fox, mink, lynx and so on, in various combinations. By now, they resembled the arctic cousins of those animals a lot more, with a layer of snow clinging to their unheated bodies - they blended into the background splendidly. A shame there really wasn't anyone around to hide _from!

Excitement surged through her when one of her constructs disappeared from the sharp eyes of her flying scouts. Calling upon the senses of that scout, she found herself staring into a wide cave-mouth, snow piled around its edges but somehow failing to properly cover it or extend more than a few feet inside. She'd found it! The hidden entrance to the Hydra's den! As she guided her Great Winged Beast down to a gentle landing nearby, she called in the one larger ground-walking beast she'd brought - a sleek, fast-moving riding-beast that was just barely big enough to carry her comfortably. She'd figured she might need something like that - the Great Winged Beast wasn't great for enclosed spaces - and if the cave was half as deep as her latest intel suggested, she'd certainly be happy not to have to walk all the way!

Half an hour later, she was very happy indeed that she'd brought it, despite the ride being somewhat rough and the saddle rather uncomfortable. The tunnel, which was big enough to let a grown dragon pass without shrinking, wound its way down into the bedrock further than she would have believed possible - before straightening out and continuing at a shallow angle. She had to be beneath the very ocean by now, she realized - the roof above her head representing countless tons of rock, and countless more of icy water above it. Fortunately, it seemed rather solid - and the weather down here was nicer than above, at least!

Indeed, it was getting steadily warmer as she descended, the torch in her hand fluttering in the stale air. She's already found it necessary to pause her ride in order to once again strip off the heavy furs - leaving them, after a moment's thought, in a pile at the side of the tunnel rather than attempting to jam them into the sleek riding-beast's compact saddlebags. She'd be coming the same way back, presumably. It struck her, however, as she continued the trip wearing only her enchanted dress and underthings, that while the tunnel was huge by her standards, it wouldn't be big enough for the actual Hydra - at least, not if he was half as big as she had heard. Did he have some other, even more secret way out? Or did he just never leave at all? Considering how enigmatic a creature he was, she could easily believe either...

Nearly twenty minutes of brisk riding later, she finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel - though it wasn't a terribly comforting sort of light, but rather a sullen and sooty red glow. Nonetheless, she carried on, and soon emerged with a gasp into a cavern of truly massive proportions. The tunnel terminated on a small plateau halfway up the cave's walls, with no obvious way down - which was just as well, seeing as the coal-black floor was shot through with angrily-glowing veins of surging, hissing magma. Even up this high, she could feel the heat wash over her as it rose, enough to push at least a little past her enchanted dress' defenses. Frankly, the surprising thing was that she could still breathe, rather than choking on the volcanic fumes - but while she'd eventually notice a slight shimmering in the air around the rock-shelf, indicating a spell that was either filtering the air or just keeping the tunnel and the cave effectively separated, she was initially far too overwhelmed by the sight before her to pay any attention to such trivialities.

The Hydra was even bigger than she'd thought. He filled the cave, a colossal beast whose sheer mass had to approach that of even the Leviathan. His body was that of a dragon, but wingless and scaled to an altogether more massive and muscular frame - like a burly bulldog next to a whippet. His shoulders, in particular, rose in a hump the size of a hill, in order to support seven scaly, flexible necks, thicker than tree-trunks. Each terminated in a dragon-like head, albeit with a somewhat shorter muzzle. One of them was noticeably larger than the rest, its eyes closed as it swayed slightly in the middle of the cluster - the others, meanwhile, all seemed busy.

Up around the ceiling, gaps and vents could be seen in the rock, and the Hydra's heads were hovering around those, listening. Sayn could hear it too - like a hissing whisper in a foreign tongue, indecipherable to her ears. It reminded her, somehow, of the crystalline song of the Heart of the Mountain - but alas, she hadn't brought her old translator-amulet on this trip. She sat breathless for a while as she watched the immense beast listen so attentively to those whispers, heads gliding smoothly between the various vents. Then, at last, he noticed her.

All of the heads - save the large one which seemed like it was sleeping - whipped around at once, their long necks enabling them to reach all the way over to the rock-shelf where she was standing, practically surrounding it. Their eyes were big and black, and she could see herself reflected in all of the six sets. Words of greeting died in her throat. Then the head furthest to the left spoke up, in a bored-sounding voice. "A visitor. Do we know her secrets?" The head furthest to the right nodded, and then rose a bit above the rest as it began to recite in a voice as dry as rustling parchments.

"Birth-name: Running-through-Grass. Chosen name: Sayn. Known aliases and appellations: The Beastmaker, The Goddess Descendent, The Goddess-in-Flesh, Kinslayer." Sayn flinched. If the Hydra was trying to psyche her out, he was making a good start. She knew perfectly well where she carried that last title, after all. The head, however, carried on blithely, seeming almost in a trance. "Age: 21 years, 8 months, 16 days. Height: 5 feet, 1½ inches. Weight: 8 stones, 6 pounds, 2 ounces (current, clothes and accessories not included). Total Sexual Partners to Date: 867..."

The last part made her blink and grimace. Could that really be accurate? It wasn't as if she'd kept count... well, that time where she spent several weeks crossing the Great Current on a ship carrying nearly 300 bored, horny male Centaurs had probably added a fair bit to that count... as had the various other orgies she'd been involved in. The Sharptooth Sirrush village, her recent experience during that fertility-ritual in Laswell... geez. Maybe she should start to keep a better count, just so she'd know when to celebrate her 1000th lover!

That facetious thought managed to snap her out of the intimidated paralysis that the weight of the Hydra's attention had put her in, and she finally cleared her throat. "Yes, that all sounds about right... though you should know it's considered impolite to talk about a woman's age, to say nothing of her weight." One of the middle heads immediately nodded. "We are aware of the rules of human social interaction. We do not, however, consider 'politeness' to be a high priority. Accuracy is." Well, at least her sudden waspishness didn't seem to have offended him. Or possibly them- the heads seemed to consider themselves a plurality, rather than a single being.

"Fair enough. Well, then, in the interest of accuracy... I have come here seeking your assistance. Will you listen to my request?" Yet another different head answered, shifting slightly sideways as it did. "We always listen. But rarely do we 'assist'. Have you brought secrets with which to bargain?" This voice was sardonic, though it carried a brighter tone when it mentioned bargaining for secrets. She was starting to get the distinct impression that each of the heads had their own personality - and their own preferences and priorities. Well, at least it presumably kept him - or them - from getting lonely, all the way down here in this huge, empty cave, so remote and well-hidden that it probably saw a visitor every century or so.

She nodded, patting the huge, roughly-bound book that was strapped to the back of her riding-beast. "I do. But perhaps I should first tell you what I need, so that you can determine whether you even _could_help..." The head that had first spoken chuckled, rolling it huge, black eyes lazily. "Of course we could. We know the secrets of the World. But fine, speak - perhaps your request will be more interesting than most of those that come before us." She quickly outlined her problem - she had secured the cooperation of three of his fellow 'pets', and together they potentially had the power to help the Elves, but they lacked the understanding of each other's powers and basic coordination to actually do so.

Several of the heads rose as she talked, moving close together and mumbling in the same, whispering language she had heard earlier. She took it as a good sign - if the Hydra found her request interesting, he might be willing to bargain for less, just for the sake of the experience. "Well, that IS interesting..." said the first head, confirming her hopes. Then it yawned. "On the other hand, it also sounds like a lot of work..." The head that had spoken of 'Accuracy' earlier nodded. "Agreed. We would have to leave our home in order to perform such a ritual. Uncounted secrets would slip us by."

A few other heads piped in, creating an impromptu debate - or possibly a vote. Some of them thought it sounded like a worthwhile pursuit, since it would give them a chance to learn new things about certain esoteric magics and, more importantly, their rivals and peers. Others expressed doubts that whatever they learned could outweigh the exertion, or the number of 'secrets' that would be left unheard - presumably referring to whatever they'd been doing with those strange vents around the ceiling when she came in. The final conclusion that they reached was that it wasn't out of the question, but also wasn't something that should be done without additional compensation. As one, they then swiveled to focus on her again - or rather, on the book that she carried. "Well, then, let's see if you can make it worth our while..." A head that hadn't previously spoken directly to her said, sounding rather sarcastic.

With a grunt, she got the large book leveraged off her riding-beast, following it down and spreading it open on the ground - for lack of any other viable surfaces. Crouching over it, she turned the first page. The printing was fast and haphazard - it wasn't designed to be a proper book, really, for keeping in a library of selling in a store. Rather, it was a huge notebook, with all the secrets she'd been able to gather hastily scribbled down in it. After she was done, whatever the results, she'd have to destroy it to keep those secrets out of the wrong hands - so there was really no sense in putting more effort than the bare minimum into its making.

Hours later, her throat raw, she shakily turned to the last page. Every last secret had fallen flat - from esoteric bits of Beastkin lore to hidden truths about the long-fallen Glorious Empire of the Elves. The Hydra had known everything in advance, and what few, occasional details it hadn't directly known, it had swiftly extrapolated from the vast mass of knowledge it already possessed. Two or three heads would swim together and start mumbling, then pull apart mere seconds later and pronounce their conclusion - waiting to see if this time, they would be wrong, and she thus might present them with an interesting surprise. She never could.

Closing the book with a frustrated swipe of her hands, she glared up at the six heads still clustered around her. "Look... is there any secrets you_don't_ know? Anything you want to know that I could maybe find out?" The precise head looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, before answering in its customary, curt tones. "Any secret that is known to be unknown has already seized to be a secret, and will soon afterwards seize to be unknown as well. The treasure is that which we do not yet know that we don't know."

The last of the heads which had spoken to her, though sadly not often, piped in. "Well, that being said, certain subjects do hold particular interest for us. The secret of your origins, for instance! We would have considered that to be a worthwhile bargaining-chip, though alas, we perceive that you do not know the answer to that question yourself." This head had an excitable nature, and had been the first to come out in favor of assisting her just for the sake of the experience. She figured it was the closest thing to an ally she had in this odd conclave, but in this case, she could only grimace at it. After all, it was right - beyond apparently being a half-god, she really had no idea about her origins.

The precise head nodded, and clarified - without any apparent annoyance at its neighbor - that there of course were some secrets that were so well-kept that they could remain obscured even if their existence became known. His earlier statement was to be taken merely as a broad generality, applicable in most, though not all, cases. "In that regard, I should perhaps mention that while our brethren, companions to our Creator's rivals, are known to us, further information about them remains valuable. Some of the factoids you brought about them were almost worthwhile."

Pushing herself to her feet - a bit shaky after having sat in front of the book for so long - she narrowed her eyes. "Well, not everything I know about them is contained in that book. I have, after all, met several of them personally..." The six heads focused on her with keen interest, and she took a deep breath while wracking her mind for anything interesting she could think of to say about the four 'Divine Pets' she had so far encountered.

Starting with the Leviathan, she rattled off everything that came to mind. That he had forgotten what demi-gods smelled like, that Cerulec had used to throw women who'd failed to satisfy him to his pet sea-serpent as playthings, that he could see as well as speak with the tendrils that grew from his face. None of this surprised the Hydra. She went on about the Unicorn, then, mixing bits of what she'd learned in her own studied prior to tracking him down with what she'd learned from her actual meeting - including the rather amusing detail that his behavior apparently had, at least once in the past, earned him a square kick in the nuts from one of Vertanimis' half-god daughters. While this actually made the normally bored-sounding head chuckle, the dry, fact-spouting head immediately piped in that this had, in fact, happened on three separate occasions, and in each case had failed to make him permanently change his behavior.

She launched into everything she knew about Theokrios, then - still fresh in her mind. The Fauns were the result of him impregnating otherwise-sterile women, while fertile women could gather his seed within them and use it to spread great fertility in fields or flocks, he'd been living secretly in Laswell for centuries... "834 years, 10 months, 3 days!" the fact-loving head interjected. She felt frustration gather in her throat like a hard-to-swallow ball. "Quetzalcoatl..." she started, but then paused. Her meeting with that great, feathered serpent was still a blur in her memory. What did she really know of her that was worth recounting?

Then, something amazing happened. In the reflective surface of the Hydra's eyes, she saw a floating ball of light grow behind her - and felt its warmth on her back. It was the warmth of a sunny day, not the rippling, volcanic heat of the Hydra's cave. It grew, twisted and elongated, until it seemed to cover the ceiling of the cave - while the Hydra's eyes rose to follow it, wide and fascinated. Then, it flashed, and it was no longer an unsubstantial light. Quetzalcoatl, in all her feathered glory, was in the cave. Her body curved over the broad rock-shelf that Sayn stood upon, the width of a single coil of her body taking up the majority of it and leaving only the tip for Sayn herself. Her tail fell to the volcanic ground beneath, but as it hit it, the hissing and spluttering of the magma-veins beneath seized, and the sooty-red glow that had lit the cave disappeared.

Instead, it was now lit by hundreds of floating, multicolored flames, covering all the shades of the rainbow and then some, and managing to throw a soft, steady, almost natural-seeming light across the cave in combination. Looking up, Sayn saw the vast wings of Quetzalcoatl spread out above her, spanning nearly the width of the cave, and beyond it, the head - looking down on her, as well as the Hydra. Her fully-uncoiled body was even more immense than Sayn had realized when she saw her in her own cave, deep beneath Xangri-Du. She was still smaller than the Hydra, at least in terms of mass, but... not by all that much.

"You call, and I come - as promised." Quetzalcoatl's voice was as casual as ever, and as before, it wasn't actually emerging from her mouth. Sayn could think of no reply. She hadn't intended to summon the awe-inspiring Feathered Serpent, and certainly, none of the other 'pets' had appeared just because she'd mentioned them. But... she _had_been growing increasingly desperate. Had the benevolent being somehow sensed this, and decided to come to her aid when an excuse presented itself? Before she could fully gather her thoughts or speak up, however, the Hydra's excitable head rose. "Quetzalcoatl! It's been a long time, a long time indeed." He sounded almost breathless, and a couple of the other heads glared censoriously at him.

The precise head rose next to him, nodding carefully. "It has. If you have come to intercede on the behalf of Sayn, AKA The Beastmaker, however, I must ask - what secrets have you brought to give in trade?" Quetzalcoatl sighed and shook her great head. The sound swept over Sayn with a sensation of loving exasperation, the feeling of seeing a somewhat-annoying habit express itself in someone you care deeply for, all the same. "Oh, I have brought you a secret, all right..." she said, lowering her head to be level with the two that the Hydra had raised. "It is this: There are more important things in this world than hoarding secrets!"

Having said that, Quetzalcoatl suddenly darted forwards, and for a moment, Sayn feared that she was about to get caught in a battle between titans. Then she realized that the Great Serpent wasn't biting the towering Hydra - she was kissing him. Her lips were locked with the 'precise' head, but all of the heads seemed to be equally affected, swaying back and gaping with half-closed eyes. Without moving her head, Quetzalcoatl's body now descended from the walls where it had been curled, feathers whispering across rock - and wrapped instead around the Hydra, embracing him with her wings. He staggered back a step and a half, as if reeling under the intensity of this sudden embrace, but his massive body seemed quite capable of carrying her entire weight.

When he shuddered, it did not seem to be from the strain - but rather from the way Quetzalcoatl's feathery coils were rubbing against him. And in the light of the countless colored globes, Sayn could see why - the tail-end of the long, serpentine body had gone under his belly, but was emerging behind him, beneath his own tail. Shifting bit by bit, rubbing against his groin. When she finally broke the kiss, all six of the heads were panting - and even the seventh head, previously silent and aloft, had opened its eyes and was staring at Quetzalcoatl in rapt fascination.

Slowly uncoiling herself, Quetzalcoatl leaned her body back so that her head rested against the cave wall, her body stretching out before him in all its gleaming, golden-white glory. Her wings, too, were spread wide-open, like arms in an inviting embrace. "Come on, big boy... show me how much you missed me..." The voice was throaty, loaded with challenges - and invitations. From her high perch, Sayn could look down the full length of the feathered serpent's body, and spot a place where the feathers seemed to curl sideways - exposing a flash of pink amidst the white. The Hydra had clearly seen it too. A groan emerged from six throats, and the cavern shook slightly as he began to shift his massive body, marching forwards to cover the serpentine beauty with his mountainous mass.

Sayn licked her suddenly-dry lips. Was this really happening? An event like this... she couldn't miss it. She had to find a better vantage! Well, the floor looked safe now, and while there wasn't a proper path down, the wall sloped a bit, and her riding-beast was agile and sharp-clawed... and also no longer carrying that bulky book. Jumping on its back, she sent it running with a thought - off the side of the rock-shelf, along and down the wall, claws of steel biting into the stone to give it traction as it darted down the steep incline. She had to cling firmly to its back to avoid sliding off, and felt a bit dizzy once it reached the level floor - but it was worth it!

Now that she was this far down, she could look under the belly of the Hydra - and watch as his cock fully revealed itself, sliding out of it sheath. It was, without a doubt, the single-biggest dick she'd ever seen in her entire life. Virtually the size of a castle tower, it emerged between his thick, sturdy legs like a solid column of meat, showing a bulbous, conical cockhead and a long shaft marked with deep, lengthwise indentations and regularly-spaced knobs. Those knobs alone, she realized, had to be bigger than a human head - but on that colossal tool, they just looked like a nice bit of texturing.

While her riding-beast continued to carry her forwards, agilely stepping over the now-dead magma-veins, however, her assessment of it shifted. It was not, as it turned out, a single dick - but rather a cluster of dicks! Under her disbelieving eye, the shaft peeled open, revealing a somewhat-thinner central cock topped by a broad, mushroom-shaped head. While this stood solid and hard, the other segments were acting more like tentacles - muscular and flexible, with their outside marked by knobby protrusions, and their inside showing a vaguely triangular design. She counted six of them - so, a seven-ways-split cock, to go with the seven-ways-split head? Clearly, the God of Mystery had been going for a theme in his creation.

As the Hydra stood over Quetzalcoatl, positioning himself with his bulbous cockhead pointing right at the pink gap in her feathers, the six sub-cocks trembled and wrapped themselves around the central shaft again - but in a new configuration, now winding their way up in a spiral-pattern rather than just lining up straight alongside it. She could see them shift and flex against each other, even as the head found its mark and began to push into the gently-throbbing pink hole. A moan of pleasure rang through the cave.

Sayn had no memory of dismounting her riding beast. No memory of pulling up her dress and bunching it around her waist. No memory of discarding the thick, woolen underwear she'd worn for her arctic expedition. All she knew was that she was now on her knees, legs spread and fingers working between them with frenzied intensity, her mind surging with lust as she watched the Hydra begin to fuck Quetzalcoatl with long, slow, powerful thrusts. She could see those tentacle-like sub-cocks writhe, twisting and untwisting, practically drilling into what had to be a very tight pussy indeed - or maybe a very tight cloaca? She was a winged serpent, after all.

Either way, the size-difference between the two was fairly obvious now that he was on top of her - Quetzalcoatl was BIG, but the Hydra was HUGE. That immense tool had to be stretching her the way Chief Parakemnos had stretched Sayn on their first meeting. The way Aterxeus had stretched her, while using his magic to let her body handle it. The way the Hornheads and Spinebacks had stretched her ass in the shadows of the Holy Mountain on the Southern Continent. All those images and more appeared to her with startling clarity - not just the view, but the sensations, the feelings...

The Hydra sank in to the root, his scaly sheath brushing against Quetzalcoatl's feathery hide. A fresh moan echoed through the cave, and Sayn felt a thick, hot, rock-hard cock push into her ass. A voice whispered in her ear "Well, now... spacious. Be a shame not to take advantage of that..." It grew inside her, filling her completely, stretching her to the very limits of what her body could take. It was flexing inside her, too - twitching and moving, even as it began to thrust. She was cumming, hard and fast, and vaguely realized that she had her whole hand buried in her pussy, right to the wrist, fingers flexing and dancing inside while her other hand eagerly rubbed the area above.

The Hydra was picking up speed, his massive body sending gusts of wind through the cave every time it pushed downwards, just from the sheer amount of air it displaced. Quetzalcoatl's tail was writhing under the impact of these powerful thrusts, and her upper body was lifting from where it had lain prone, wrapping itself around the Hydra again - but leaving her midsection where it lay so that he could continue fucking it with undiminished intensity. The six heads were fluttering around Quetzalcoatl's one, darting in for quick, breathless kisses, nibbling on her lips or the branching horns on her brow, or just licking across the smooth feathers that covered her face.

Another moan, more drawn-out. It wasn't a hand in her pussy anymore - it was a thick, conical shaft, bulging wide enough to strain even her flexible labia. As it slipped deeper inside, she felt her clit get pulled down by the friction, letting it rub against rough, leathery armor. "I'm... worried I might hurt you..." a voice said in her ear, hesitant but thick with barely-restrained lust. "Just fuck me hard and don't hold back!" she moaned back. That didn't seem quite right somehow, but apparently it worked. The thick cock filling her pussy to capacity, from the mouth of her womb to her outer labia, started to move powerfully, as if driven by several tons of tireless muscle.

The Hydra's movements were getting jerky, and whenever he pulled back - pink, pliable flesh pulled along by the knobs, relinquishing the grip on his shaft only reluctantly - his sub-cocks could be seen twitching, surging and shifting in an increasingly frenzied manner. Finally, after two short, powerful thrusts that seemed to nearly flatten Quetzalcoatl's body beneath him, he stopped moving - his cock fully impaled in his serpentine partner - and a deep groan could be heard rising from six throats, each with just slightly different timbre. Judging by how Quetzalcoatl's tail was dancing, however, his tentacular sub-cocks were still working, twitching and shifting inside - and moments later, a drawn-out, orgasmic scream echoed through the cavern.

Every orgasm she had ever had, every shuddering climax and languid, ecstatic peak, seemed to flash through Sayn in an instant. From her very first orgasm, brought about by her own clumsy, untrained fingers, to the dazzling symphony of love and lust that had been her first climax at Korlin's hand, past a dozen lovers and countless more whose names she'd never learned and whose faces she'd forgotten - clear through to a couple of pleasant, spine-tingling orgasms gained at the hands of a dragon and his two devoted pets, earlier that same day. The pleasure was too great to be contained in that brief moment. Darkness followed close behind it.

She wasn't sure how long she was unconscious, but the juices on her inner thigh hadn't fully dried yet when a drawling voice awakened her. "How about we spice things up a bit next..." it said. Her eyelids fluttered open, and what she saw caused her to leap into immediate, wide-eyed wakefulness on a burst of awestruck adrenaline. Quetzalcoatl had apparently taken on her human form... and yet, not. Well, it WAS her human form, that much was clear - the luscious, feminine curves, the gleaming, perfect skin, those tremendous, impossibly-proportioned tits... a gorgeous, divine face topped by long, golden hair and a pair of branching, antler-like horns. However, she hadn't taken on a human size. Her head would have scraped the ceiling of the huge cavern, had she been standing.

She wasn't, though. Instead, she was on her hands and knees, shaking her ass invitingly at the Hydra, who still towered over her in terms of mass. The proportions were like a human woman with a massive, prize-winning bull. His long necks were dancing and twisting, heads inspecting the proffered rear end, and six long, thin, forked tongues lashed out to trace the contours of the perfectly-shaped labia that peeked out between her thighs, as well as the taut, pink sphincter. The seventh head, mouth tightly closed as always, merely watched intently. Quetzalcoatl moaned, but it was just a moan - albeit a rather loud one, coming as it did from a giantess who could have stepped over most castle walls.

There were no more ghostly cocks from the past visiting her orifices, no more waves of unnatural lust sweeping over her - but watching such a spectacle, her desires surged in a perfectly natural fashion, and her hands crept back to her still-throbbing pussy. She'd fallen flat on her back when she passed out, and saw no reason to try and get up - she could see the show unfold over the swaying mounds of her tits just fine, while the fingers of one hand dug in between her legs. The other hand, meanwhile, was free to caress and pinch her rock-hard nipples - and with the memories of past orgasms so freshly revived, she found herself feeling for the indentations on the side of each, where her old nipple-piercings had been before she'd let them heal over. It had been fun, having those rings - Korlin had made interesting use of them in bed, too. But it'd been nigh-impossible to keep them from showing through her dress on official occasions, and she got sick of having to keep removing and reinserting the rings...

Those thoughts ran vaguely through her mind as she played with herself and enjoyed the incredible spectacle unfolding before her. She had an ant's perspective to the mating of gods (or, at least, immortal beings with a close connection to the gods), showcasing a very familiar act taken to a mind-boggling scale. When the Hydra, apparently done with the foreplay, leaped onto Quetzalcoatl's back, the impact made her arms buckle and brought her down to her elbows. As a result of this, her colossal tits hit the ground as well - sending twin tremors through the cave, making Sayn gasp as the earth literally shook underneath her. Those breasts had been incredible even when Quetzalcoatl was at human size - now, they were big enough to smother an army or two!

With his massive forelegs planted on Quetzalcoatl's shoulders, the Hydra was moving his tool into position - and before Sayn's eyes, the incredible cock demonstrated its vast versatility, dividing itself between two tasks. The three topmost tentacles pulled away from the main shaft and twisted together into a thin, flexible, extremely knobbly tool. 'Thin', in this case, meaning 'closer to the trunk of a great oak than to a castle tower'. Meanwhile, the remaining three sub-cocks wound themselves around the central shaft anew, leaving some deep gaps between them that brought to mind a barber's pole. And so, while this heavily-textured shaft drilled its way into Quetzalcoatl's pussy, the smaller, knob-covered semi-tentacle - still gleaming with the juices it had picked up as part of a greater whole, earlier - sought out and penetrated her spit-slicked asshole.

It was fortunate indeed that Quetzalcoatl's voice didn't hold any special powers when she was in human form - or else her throaty moans would likely have knocked Sayn out all over again. She writhed eagerly under the huge reptile, every shift of her arms sending boulders rolling like pebbles. Her head was bent low, letting her golden hair flowing out across the floor, its cerulean tips like the crest of a great wave. As the Hydra began to fuck her in earnest, ramming his twinned cock into her tender holes with all the power of a literal mountain of muscle, she swayed with the blows - dragging her huge breasts across the cracked ground with every movement. Every time he pulled back, she followed a moment later, meeting his incoming thrusts with a resounding slap and further increasing the impact of what was already an earth-shaking pounding.

In the enclosed cavern, the sounds produced by the gargantuan couple were near-deafening - moans and groans, fleshy slaps and lusty pants all rolled over Sayn with nearly physical force, like bursts of gale-force wind. The sloshing noises emerging from Quetzalcoatl's overstuffed but clearly well-lubricated pussy sounded like a whirlpool in a pond. The drops of clear liquid that occasionally fell from it could have filled barrels each, and threw up huge clouds of dust and finer droplets when they hit the cracked, volcanic ground beneath.

Sayn's mind was torn between trying to imagine what it must feel like to be penetrated by such an incredible, flexible and versatile cock, with all its knobs and moving parts, driven by such massive, unyielding force... and imagining what she could do with such a huge, gorgeous woman. What would it be like to get lost between those huge, swaying tits? Having her whole body caressed by those luscious lips and that strong, wet tongue? Bathing in that hot, moist pussy, maybe with a few friends along to play with? There'd probably be room for most of her Harem in there!

Though the mating seemed - and sounded - quite violent, the sheer inertia bound up in the Hydra's massive body put a hard limit on movement-speed and change of direction, forcing a slow, languid session that focused on stroke-length, impact-power and the stimulating writhing of the tentacle-like sub-cocks, rather than speed. And so, for nearly two hours, the giants caroused before Sayn - who was, in essence, watching Quetzalcoatl take her own fetish for huge, powerful, masculine creatures to its ultimate limit. Faced with such an intensely erotic sight, she could only helplessly masturbate and fiercely wish that she'd brought one or two of her Consorts along for company.

It wasn't all one ride, though. After the Hydra reached his climax - with Quetzalcoatl clearly cumming at least a couple of times by then - the giant woman slid off his cock and rolled over so that she could suck on it and taste the sweet mixture of bitter cum and fresh pussy-juice. A similar, foamy mix drained from her pussy as she went down on the bizarre, seven-way-split cock, filling the cracks in the floor and turning the old lava-veins into angular canals filled with foamy, heady-smelling juices. The Hydra's tentacle-like sub-cocks caressed her face while she sucked on - and ultimately deepthroated - the hard, central shaft, painting her face with slimy tracks of cum and juices, giving her normally-divine face a far more sluttish cast.

Then she was back on her hands and knees, waving her ass in the air and telling the Hydra to "Fill my ass properly this time"... a command he gleefully obeyed, climbing back on top of her and reconfiguring his still-hard tool. Five of the sub-cocks wrapped around his shaft this time, giving it near-full girth - and leaving only a single tentacle free to tickle and caress her pussy while the rest of his tool pushed through her sphincter. Judging by the way she was groaning, it was stretching her to the limit, too - and no wonder! It was a lot like watching Thielwen take Achidias all the way up her ass, actually.

It was only after that brutal anal pounding had ended - leaving Quetzalcoatl with a gape that a carriage could have driven through, had the darkness within not been likely to spook the horses - that the two lovers finally settled down, winded but clearly satisfied. The Hydra had cum four times that Sayn had seen, and Quetzalcoatl at least a dozen times... with Sayn herself easily exceeding that, not even counting the massive, mind-swallowing ultragasm that the Feathered Serpent had induced while in her true form. Her arms were aching and her fingers were worse, while her pussy was sore and oversensitive. She wasn't sure exactly what had compelled her to try and match the two giants in terms of the length of their lovemaking, but now that they had settled down to engage in some post-coital caressing, she could finally lower her arms with a sigh and rest for a bit.

Once she'd had a breather, and had massaged some life back into her arms, however, she tiredly got to her feet and pulled her dress - which had been acting as a stomach-warmer until then - back into place. Fortunately, it was just as stain-resistant as it was heat- cold- and arrow-resistant, so once she'd straightened it out a bit, she looked no worse for wear. She couldn't find her underwear, though - presumably, it had slipped into one of the cracks that covered the floor, leaving it now buried in the slimy cum-and-pussy-juice mix that had flowed through them when they got converted into run-off canals for the gigantic love-scene. Well, she'd manage without...

She approached them as closely as she dared, then cleared her throat loudly. "Now, then... about my business here..." A couple of the Hydra's heads swiveled around, and lowered themselves nearly to the ground so they could look her in the eye. The rest remained where they were, seemingly - and understandably - transfixed by the naked beauty lounging beside him. "Oh, of course, of course..." one of the heads replied - apparently the energetic one. "We'll help you out, no charge. Least we can do since you helped bring us back together with Quetzy."

Sayn couldn't hide a smile. "Then I can only say thank-you... heh. So I guess you two, uhh... used to be an item?" She quirked an eyebrow, and the other head that had descended to her level huffed. "An item... imprecise, but accurate." Quetzalcoatl, however, had apparently heard her too, and now she rolled over to grin down at Sayn - leaving her momentarily hypnotized by the swaying, bouncing motion in the ginormous breasts now piled up before her. "Heh heh... well, in the interest of precision, yes, we used to be lovers. Or, with further precision, this fine, scaly fellow used to fuck my brains out at regular intervals." Several of the heads winced in a fashion that suggested that they would have blushed brightly, had they the ability to do so. One of them just crooned, however, as Quetzalcoatl scratched its chin.

"Back in the day, our respective Masters were... an item." Quetzalcoatl continued, still smiling broadly. "They were quite close - kept it a secret from the other gods, though. Whenever they had a rendezvous, we'd be there with them - guarding the door, as it were. Didn't take long before we realized that it was a fine opportunity to get to know each other better!" The giant woman slumped forwards, flattening her massive tits in order to whisper conspiratorially to Sayn. "Besides, I'm a big girl... so what else was I supposed to do? Go fishing around for the Leviathan? A bit too dull for my tastes, that one..." Sayn snickered, nodding, and answered without much thought. "Oh, certainly, not the quickest of wits... and besides, I doubt he could've satisfied you. He's... not really packing as much as one might think from the size of his body, you know."

Their play-whispers, however, had still carried quite clearly in the echoing cavern, and suddenly, all six of the Hydra's normally-active heads were clustered around Sayn. "He isn't?" one of them asked eagerly, and Sayn's jaws clicked shut. She hadn't mentioned that detail when she rattled off miscellaneous information about the other 'pets' earlier. Hadn't really occurred to her - that kind of thing was rather _private_information, after all. "Ehm... nice girls don't kiss and tell..." she finally said, rather lamely. One of the heads tsk'd. "I believe that somewhere between the military campaigns, the golems forged from battlefield dead and the 867 lovers, you may have abandoned your 'nice girl' credentials..."

Quetzalcoatl lazily lifted a hand and delivered a finger-snap that sounded like a catapult's impact to the side of the offending head. "Manners, dear..." she scolded, and all six heads looked rather shamefaced. The 'accurate' head finally lowered itself to her level again, and spoke a bit hesitantly. "What you speak of is... a secret, of which I am not aware. This, alone, makes it... valuable. If you would share it with me, I would owe you a favor in return." Sayn considered it. She'd already achieved her primary goal, and couldn't really think of any other 'secrets', off-hand, that she might require.

"Tell me... can you shrink? The way dragons do?" She asked. The Hydra winced a bit. "No. No, I cannot." "Can you grow me to a size similar to Quetzalcoatl here?" She asked next, prompting a knowing chuckle from the giantess. It was the bored head that answered, sounding a bit tired. "There are spells that can grow a human to greater size than is natural... and I can perform those, of course. But none could manage a change of such magnitude, or even close." Sayn sighed. "All right, then... do you know of any other creatures in this world who has a dick like yours?" Quetzalcoatl laughed outright at this, a sound like silver bells, while all the Hydra's heads flinched a bit. "No such creatures exist to my knowledge." Came the answer at last, from the dry, factoid-spouting head.

With a shrug, Sayn looked away. "Well, then I can't think of anything I would want from you..." However, it was rather hard to effectively look away from something with six heads that virtually surrounded you, and the one in front of her was pulling a remarkably fine impression of a sad puppy-dog, for being a scaly, snub-nosed dragon-head on the end of a long, snakelike neck. "Please..." it said "I know of something that you have long wanted, but been unable to acquire. Though my Master's creations will not thank me for it, I will tell you how to obtain it - if you will only share with me the secret that you know."

She had a pretty good idea about what he was talking about - and her interest was lit. She sighed. "Fine, fine... I guess that's a bargain. Just... don't tell the Leviathan how you learned this secret, if you ever meet him. My Palace is not so far from the sea that I'd want to make an enemy of him." Then, feeling rather the cad, she shared everything she remembered about the Leviathan's dick - the length, girth, textures, and even the way it fitted into his body-structure instead of hiding in a sheath. The Hydra nodded eagerly, absorbing this rather puerile information like it was strategic intelligence of the highest order. Then, he moved one of his heads even closer to her, so that it filled her entire field of vision - and whispered in her ear the secret she had earned in return. A broad smile spread across her face. She didn't have the time or leisure to act on it at the moment, she knew... but she would, soon enough.

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The Elven Conclave stirred as Seventh Princess Thielwen appeared before them. Darlesian, King of the Elves, narrowed his eyes as he slouched on his throne. He waited until the Princess - elegant in her courtly finery - stood before him. "Little sister. It has been some time. What matters are so important that you felt the need to travel all the way here, to my hall, instead of simply sending a letter?" His words dripped with disdain. It was obvious to all that a rift had been growing between the two for a while.

Princess Thielwen, however, simply bowed her head. "Matters of great importance indeed have brought me before you, my Liege. The Beastmaker has succeeded, as she promised she would. She has found a way to end our curse, and render us fertile once more." The Hall of the Conclave immediately erupted in cheers and celebratory hollering. Millennia-old Elven nobles and sages threw dignity to the wind and hugged their fellows as these long-awaited news reached them. The slow, creeping extinction that had hovered over them like a dark shadow for so long might finally be averted!

King Darlesian, however, did not participate in the celebration, and after a few minutes of it, he clapped his hands together - sending a resounding noise like a brass gong through the chambers - in a call for silence. His face betrayed his annoyance at the Conclave's lack of decorum, and the audience, abashed, fell back to their seats. "These are fine news indeed, dear sister..." he said, still sharp-eyed. "You are confident that the cure she has found is effective?" Princess Thielwen nodded, face straight. "Quite confident, dear brother. I have already undergone the procedure, as a test. Of course, until a male has taken the same step, nothing will come of it - but already, I feel a new-found vitality within me. Blood has spilled from my womb for the first time since the earliest years of my youth."

This affirmation threatened to make the Conclave break into renewed celebrations, but once again, the withering gaze of their King quieted their spirits. He then nodded sharply at his younger sister. "Impressive indeed, that she should find a solution to swiftly, when we for ages have searched... but tell me, this procedure, does it have any... side-effects?" Without flinching, Princess Thielwen raised her head to look him in the eyes. "Only one, my Liege: Having undergone it, I am no longer immortal. In a few scant centuries, I will begin to grow old, and then, eventually, die. This is an unavoidable part of the process by which our fertility can be restored."

The wave that now swept through the Conclave was one of consternation, rather than celebration. Fear was visible on a great many agelessly-beautiful faces. Others glanced around as if searching for a way out, but Thielwen's steely voice had offered no escape. King Darlesian, meanwhile, rose from his throne with a face like a thundercloud. "So that is the 'solution' you bring before this Conclave? Before me?" He boomed, his voice filling the hall. "Not enough that you would enslave us to your precious Beastmaker as payment for this twisted 'cure', but you would also have us become just as pathetic and flawed as the humans in the process? We, the children of Sie'leal, GREATEST AMONGST GODS , should age and turn to dust like common beasts?"

Princess Thielwen, however, stood against this storm without flinching, and as it finally died down, she raised her chin and said, simply: "If the alternative is extinction: Yes." With a sweep of his arm, as if to throw away that unpalatable statement, King Darlesian sat down and shook his head sharply. "Unacceptable. We seek a cure, not a curse. If your dear Beastmaker wishes our aid, she must do better!" The implicit dismissal in this remark, however, was left ignored by Princess Thielwen, who simply continued to look him in the eye, slowly shaking her head. "There is no 'better', brother. That much has become clear. It has taken several small miracles and some great sacrifices to obtain this salvation for our people."

King Darlesian's voice was icy-cold as he made his proclamation, ignoring the growing mumbles and murmurs of the Conclave. "I said: Unacceptable." Princess Thielwen lowered her head and sighed. Then she raised it again, a fire burning in her emerald eyes. Raising her foot, she took half a step forwards - onto the dais where sat the Throne. An inviolable area. The gasp went up from the Conclave, and King Darlesian gripped the armrests tightly, baring his teeth as fury lit his eyes. Such a step, however small, was a direct challenge to his authority.

Before he could speak, however, Princess Thielwen's voice rang out, clear and sharp as a drawn blade. "You leave me no choice, then. A King who would sacrifice his entire race sooner than his pride does not belong on the throne. Stand down, brother. Abdicate. All other choices you might make will lead to your death - and the death many other Elves." The air seemed to strike sparks as the gaze of the two ancient, noble Elves met. A breath hissed between King Darlesian's clenched teeth. "Threats, now? And a demand for my abdication? In your favor, I assume?"

He was answered by a curt head-shake. "I have other duties. I am the Elven Consort to the Beastmaker, and so I will remain. It would be ill gratitude to leave her side now that she has worked this miracle for our sake. But Fourth Prince Irenwaen is prepared to take the Throne. I have spoken with him already. He understands the need for compromise and reconciliation far better than you." King Darlesian answered with a snort. "Irenwaen! That spineless weakling! So a puppet on the throne, and your hand on the strings... or perhaps your dear Beastmaker's? Pah!"

Another dismissive wave, as if trying to chase off a bothersome fly. "And just how do you plan to kill me if I refuse, hmm? I sit on the Glorious Throne, protected by its ancient magic! The Golden Garde answers to me personally, their loyalty unshakable! Even if you could rally some paltry rebellion amongst Houses willing to sell their pride, it would most certainly fail." But Princess Thielwen merely shook her head again. "I would not dream of shedding the blood of another Elf - and certainly not the blood of my own brother." Then she sighed, eyes sorrowful. "Do you truly not understand the implications of your own taunts? Fine, then, I will explain the three paths before you in thorough detail..."

She glanced around at the Conclave, which had grown hushed as the confrontation escalated, her eyes grim. "I have challenged you before the eyes of the entire Conclave. Inaction is not an option. That much should be clear." Then she held up a single finger. "So, first option: You kill me where I stand, or have me executed in a suitably public setting. Result: The Beastmaker, incensed at the murder of her friend and lover, descends upon this city in all her terrifying glory. Neither the Golden Garde nor the Glorious Throne can protect you from her might - I have seen it myself. The earth itself will rise against you if you invoke her fury. You die, and many Elves die with you."

She raised a second finger, while the silence in the Hall of the Conclave took on a nearly physical presence. "Option two: You imprison me. Result: The Beastmaker, who awaits my return even now, moves to rescue me. Driven by pride and unwilling to stand as impotent before the Conclave, you seek to stop her. You fail, and die. Many Elves die with you." The third finger rose. "Option three: You abdicate the Throne and retire from public life. You go on to enjoy an existence of bitter immortality while your people move on without you. Certainly, no-one will force you - or anyone - to accept this salvation if they would rather not!"

With this, she lowered her hand, and took the final step forwards - now fully upon the dais, she could look down upon her brother's stone-faced expression. "Make your choice, my Liege. I await your decision." With these final words, she simply spread her arms, ready to embrace whatever fate awaited her. If King Darlesian commanded it, the power of the Glorious Throne could reduce her to ashes in an instant. The cast of her face made it clear that she was entirely prepared for such an outcome. King Darlesian's hands shook, his face twisted with conflicting anger, fear and frustrated pride. The Conclave held its collective breath, knowing full-well that the fate of their entire people now hung in the balance - to be decided by this final conflict of wills.

Then, with an explosive release of breath, King Darlesian lowered his head and relaxed his hands, letting blood return to his whitened knuckles. He reached up and grabbed the elegant, platinum band, layered with countless enchantments, that was the Crown of Elvenkind and pulled it off his head, before throwing it aside without a glance. It clattered loudly across the mosaic floor of the Hall of the Conclave. Then, without a single word, he rose from the Glorious Throne, shouldered Princess Thielwen aside, and walked out of the room the same way she had entered.

Princess Thielwen looked at his retreating back until the grand, silver doors with their elegant filigree decorations, closed behind him. Then she left the dais and retrieved the fallen crown from the floor, before straightening up and addressing the still dumbstruck Conclave. "King Darlesian has abdicated the Throne. I propose that a messenger be sent to inform Prince Irenwaen, who is next in line, and that preparations for the coronation be made forthwith." The Conclave immediately agreed. In that moment, there was very little they would not have agreed to, coming from her. And indeed, as it were, they conveniently forgot that Sixth Prince Saelin had long-since been designated as Crown Prince...

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Sayn breathed a sigh of relief as the doors of her Seraglio closed behind her. As far as official occasions went, it hadn't been bad, but it certainly had been long. Well, that was to be expected, she supposed - it hadn't just been a proverbial 'ribbon-cutting' for the new Ritual Grounds built near the Elven Capital, but also her first official meeting with the new King of the Elves. She'd never had the chance to meet the previous one, though from what she'd heard, she wasn't missing much - either way, the new one certainly seemed agreeable, and quite eager to speak of 'moving ahead' and finding a 'bright new future for Elves and Men alike'...

On a hunch, she'd whispered a question to Thielwen later and gotten confirmation that King Irenwaen indeed was_the very-same prince who had, during the evacuation of the Elven Royal Family from their original capital, many centuries earlier, insisted on staying behind at a rendezvous-point for several days after the appointed time had passed. In doing so, he had most likely saved Thielwen's life - along with a handful of guards and retainers who'd managed to make their way there after _their groups were ambushed. Certainly not a detail that was likely to decrease her esteem for the newly-crowned king, for all that he seemed just a tad excitable...

Frankly, for her, the best part of the whole deal had been after the Ritual - where 100 Elves had stood before the four Divine Beasts (a generic term that everyone had agreed was just a tad more respectful than referring to them as 'pets') and had their lives changed forever. A hundred were about as much as the four could handle in a single batch, so it'd still take a while to finish treating the entire Elven race - or, at least the parts of it that_wanted_ the treatment. Unsurprisingly, a minority had elected to refuse it, preferring to keep their immortality, even if it meant remaining sterile as well. Elven society as a whole weren't looking at them kindly, and most of them had gone into a self-imposed exile in a particularly small and remote settlement. The deposed king was among them, apparently.

Regardless, afterwards she'd had a chance to catch up with a couple of friends - while studiously avoiding the Unicorn, who returned the favor with a snort. Theokrios was happy to greet her again - eagerly telling her that some of his 'sons' - the Fauns - had received 'job-offers' from a variety of wealthy and highborn ladies. Apparently, Sayn's adoption of Silas the Faun as her first official_Concubine_ had started something of a fashion-movement - which didn't really surprise her. Ever since her deification, she'd noticed that she basically couldn't sneeze without inspiring a few hundred eager imitators. Regardless, Theokrios had clearly been pleased, positively glowing with paternal pride that his sons were 'moving up in the world' like that.

But Quetzalcoatl and the Hydra were the real treat - and, of course, hard to miss since the whole of the Ritual-Grounds had been built with an eye towards accommodating the Hydra's vast bulk. Their news were as astounding as they were pleasant. "You're shacking up together?!" She'd blurted out in surprise, prompting a loud snicker from Quetzalcoatl - who had, for the moment, taken on both human form and size, and was leaning on one of the Hydra's immense feet. One of the Hydra's heads had sighed and rolled its eyes. "Once again imprecise but accurate... Quetzalcoatl made the point that her kekkai would discourage intruders even more efficiently than my arctic isolation, and there is quite a bit of room left beneath the currently-established caves and passages..."

She'd asked if his original cave hadn't been 'special' somehow, what with those... vent-like, whispering things in the ceiling, but he'd gotten (perhaps understandably) cagey about those details - only saying that 'secrets could be found anywhere, if only one dug deep enough'. Regardless, it was apparently official, and she could only wish them much happiness together. After recovering from the rather mind-scrambling hug Quetzalcoatl had given her in return for those happy wishes, she hadn't been able to resist asking - why had they needed her to bring them back together again? She didn't need to ask what had torn them apart in the first place, of course - the answer to that was obviously the same thing that had turned the rest of the world upside-down: The sudden and inexplicable disappearance of the Gods.

The answer to the question she did ask, though, proved to be equally simple. "I cannot leave Xangri-Du for long..." Quetzalcoatl said with a shrug. "A quick jaunt here or there, sure - but if I'm gone for too long, the kekkai and other enchantments surrounding that place begin to fade, and it becomes nothing more than a mountain. So I couldn't just go haring about looking for him, especially since i knew perfectly well that he'd be well-hidden! Nor could I task my little cousins with such a purely personal matter - they have enough on their plates, trying to carry out Shigami's wishes in Her absence."

The Hydra, for his part, had just... stayed. The arctic cave where Sayn had found him had been a den carved out for him by his Master, the God of Mystery, back in the Age of Gods, and at first, he had remained there as a sort of vigil - waiting for his Master's return. Once it had become increasingly clear that nobody was coming back, he'd just... stayed there because he didn't know what else to do. While he did not say as much, though, Sayn had gotten the impression that the main reason he'd never tried to contact Quetzalcoatl after the end of the Age of Gods simply was that he'd been uncertain about whether she'd really want to see him again... or if their relationship had solely been based on that of their Masters.

Regardless, they were certainly happy to be together now - and Sayn couldn't help but giggling as she imagined a vast banner hanging over the sacred peaks of Xangri-Du reading "Don't come knockin' if the mountain is rockin'." Well, if anyone was going to be philosophically tolerant of downstairs neighbors having loud sex on the regular, it was probably the Kirin...

Well, pleasant though it had ultimately been, she was glad to be back home. Of course, work had followed her there, she thought darkly. There was a mountain of paperwork waiting in her office - both things that had stacked up during the days she spent searching for the Hydra, and various matters pertaining to the Elves officially joining her Empire. The basic treaty had been signed - with suitable pomp and circumstance - but there always were a million nitty-gritty details that needed taking care of, long after the fanfares had died out. Still, nothing for it but to get to work! Once she'd cleared her table, she could finally act on that information that the Hydra had given her...

However, a mere handful of days later, just as the pile had nearly disappeared, another matter landed in her lap - in the form of Thielwen knocking on her door in the evening, wearing her sexy 'wedding night' getup - the pure-white corset, stockings, garter-belt and so on. It caught Sayn a bit by surprise - she'd invited the Elf-girl to her bed any number of times, but the last time she'd come unbidden to it was... well, their first night together, a rather memorable occasion. Not that she was unhappy to see a scantly-clad beauty turn up at her door after a day of boring paperwork - she eagerly welcomed her Elven friend, and pulled her into bed.

After an hour or so of touching, kissing, pinching, licking, moaning and sixty-nineing, all of which served to nicely showcase just how exceptionally Thielwen's skills had grown in the past couple of years, they settled down together - sweaty and satisfied, enjoying the mellow, post-orgasmic glow. This wasn't so bad sometimes, Sayn thought as she ran her hand casually up Thielwen's slender thigh - no big cocks, no ropes, no games of dominance... just plain old sapphic pleasures, and a series of orgasms you could fully enjoy instead of being swallowed up by.

She had a feeling that Thielwen had come for more than that, though, and sure enough, after a few more minutes, the Elf hesitantly broke the silence. "You have done a lot for my people, Sayn... more than we could ever repay." (She'd long-since learned to call Sayn by her chosen name in private, rather than her 'title' of The Beastmaker.) "However... I fear that I must still ask another, more personal favor of you." Sayn nodded, never stopping her slow caress of the alabaster-skinned beauty beside her. "All right. Let me hear it - what's eating you?"

Thielwen looked away, her well-trained voice slightly strained. "Well... more than half of my people have already undergone the procedure to restore their fertility, and more follow every day. But our numbers are few, and we can no longer expect to remain fertile forever. We must grow our numbers if we are to survive. And everyone is... doing their part." Sayn couldn't help but grin a bit at that. Based on what she'd been hearing from the Elven Nations since the first Ritual was completed, they most certainly were! With the return of their fertility, the Elves had recaptured their past reputation for decadence with remarkable speed, discarding the more recent popular image of stone-faced, aloof and frigid asexuals. Just like with Thielwen, it seemed like the sampling of sensual pleasures had opened up a floodgate, behind which centuries of sexual frustrations waited to be unleashed.

They probably didn't really need to worry too much about their population. Theokrios, happy about his children's growing fortune and eager to go above and beyond in performing this favor for her, had thrown an extra helping of his patented fertility into the mix when he adjusted the Elves' new lifespan and birthrate. It wouldn't last, but this generation of Elves would find the pregnancies coming quick and easy, resulting in many twins and triplets, and the children born would be strong, healthy, and - once they came of age - highly virile themselves. Two generations of enhanced fertility (even if that still meant a couple of centuries for the Elves) should be enough to bring them back from the brink and then some.

Still, she knew well what Thielwen was getting at. "So... you want to 'do your part' too?" She asked casually, and the Elf-girl nodded with a slight blush. "It seems my duty. We no longer have the Divine Spark to protect us from the consequences of inbreeding, and there are so few of us. To let any bloodline lie fallow would be irresponsible... and while I have several half-siblings, none of my full siblings are still alive." This, at least, was news to Sayn - but it didn't take much explaining to make the pieces fit together. The old Elven King had a Harem of his own, after all - the classic kind, with a single Queen and a bevvy of Concubines. All of his direct heirs - the children of his Queen - had died during the Civil War... not surprising, since his bloodline was the main target of the Anti-Royalist Faction.

Of course, many of the Concubines' children died in that terrible war too - or in the subsequent slave-uprising. So it was not a great surprise that, despite there still being many members of the old Royal Family left, none who shared Thielwen's blood in its entirety remained. A rather sober thought, which prompted Sayn to abandon her erotic caress in favor of giving her friend a solid, comforting hug. "If you want children, I wouldn't dream of stopping you." She then said. "Do you have a guy in mind?" Thielwen, smiling prettily now, shook her head. "Not... specifically. I do not think I would be short on suitors if I returned home for a spell, however. I am still of the Royal House, after all - any of the Noble Houses would be eager to mix their blood with mine."

Sayn sighed and leaned back, rolling her eyes. "Okay, first of all: THIS is your home, and don't you forget it. The same will be true for your child. You don't need to go fishing around for suitably noble blood - you are the Elven Consort to the Beastmaker! Any child of yours is, by definition, part of the_Imperial_ House." Thielwen blinked, momentarily confused. "You mean... you would..." Sayn grinned, quickly warming to an idea that had, in truth, been rather spur of the moment. "Accept the child as my own? Of course. I cannot have children myself, as you know, so that's really the only way anything is going to come of this whole 'Harem' deal."

Thinking on it a bit more, her grin widened. "Actually... let me be clear. You will go back to the Elven Nations, and shop around for some good-quality men. And by that I don't mean noble houses or whatnot, but those who possess actual_qualities_ - smart, wise, kindhearted, skilled, strong, whatever. Just as long as it's their quality, and not their_family's_. Gather what you can, and then invite them back here, say... around the next full moon. I'll make some arrangements in the meantime. Call in a favor or two." She let her hand move up to Thielwen's flat stomach, caressing it. "If you want a kid, you'll have a kid - but not with some random nobleman. Only the best_for _my Consorts!"

Thielwen, of course, obeyed - quickly and eagerly, as always when Sayn turned on the 'dominant demeanor' - though she clearly didn't quite understand what it was all about. Which was fair enough, seeing as Sayn never had gotten around to sharing all the details of her trip to Laswell with the rest of her Harem (save for Korlin, who had found the whole thing both intriguing and rather amusing.) It wasn't that long 'till the next full moon, but there also wasn't actually that much for Sayn to prepare - a quick messenger-construct sent flying south took care of most of it.

So on that night, with the full moon bright in the sky, a dozen Elven men emerged from the Seraglio's gates, escorted by Silas in the role of a guide. Sayn watched from her windows as, in the middle of the otherwise-empty gardens, drenched in silvery moonlight, they stripped down to their skivvies and donned dark blindfolds - 'lest they see things not meant for their eyes'. It wasn't really necessary, but it had seemed like a fun little twist - and none of the Elves seemed particularly hesitant about it. If anything, judging by the bulges at the front of their underwear, they were rather excited. In many ways, it seemed like the restoration of their fertility had reduced the entire population of millennia-old beings to something more like a bunch of horny teenagers, eagerly forgetting any kind of reasonable risk/reward calculation if it meant a chance to get laid.

Of course, they were still Elves, which meant that they moved through the gardens with smooth elegance despite the blindfolds. Being naked in the rather frigid temperatures that reigned in the nighttime garden - spring having only just barely announced its arrival as of yet - also seemed to leave them unshaken. Rather than shivering and shaking, stumbling and tripping all over the place like some plain old humans would've, they moved easily, guided by Silas' voice, towards their goal - Sayn's door, which she now swung open with a thought. She'd decided to host tonight's 'ritual' in her own chambers, rather than in Thielwen's richly-appointed room, partially because the bigger, sturdier bed would be handy, and partially because there was enough floor-space for the rest of what she had planned...

For now, though, the blindfolded Elves were carefully shepherded through the chambers towards the bed - where Thielwen lay on her back, legs spread, with her hips elevated by a pair of pillows. A trickle of cum was oozing from her exposed, gleaming-wet pussy - Silas had 'opened the party' just before heading out to pick up the Elves, filling her womb with his own, fertility-enhancing seed. The huge bed soon seemed a lot smaller, as the twelve other Elves joined her there, hands seeking and finding her smooth, pale skin. Twelve pairs of underpants were swiftly discarded, setting free a full set of raging erections, the first already heading towards its target as the swiftest of the Elves found his way in between Thielwen's waiting thighs.

Their dicks were rather unspectacular, Sayn noted critically. Actually, they seemed to be pretty much perfectly in proportion to their bodies - meaning that by human standards, they were a bit thinner and a bit longer. For Thielwen, whose pussy and ass regularly paid host to a Centaur, a Griffon and a Faun - and, not too long ago, a Dragon - they were hardly calculated to impress. Still, she moaned appreciatively when the first Elf entered her - a strong indication of just how aroused she was.

Sayn, however, didn't have the leisure to just watch the unfolding mini-orgy. She had her own role to play. Currently, this involved running her tongue up and down a handspan's length of velvety-smooth cockmeat, and jealously watching Lutra writhe in silent pleasure at the end of the shaft. Above her, the golden bulk of Theokrios stood tall, having agreed to move the Full Moon Ritual to a different site for just one night. Of course, at it turned out, keeping him in a high state of arousal - with a regular outlet for his seed - was part of the ritual...

At first, she'd planned on trying to handle it with just herself and Lutra - who had, of course, readily agreed to help when she asked. Slira had offered too, but Theokrios had politely declined her services - his stated reason being that he just had an inherent fondness for humans... or, at least, humanoids. Privately, Sayn suspected that there just might be enough of the sheep in him to feel rather disturbed by the presence of such an obvious and efficient predator. Either way, satisfying him as a mere twosome would've been a challenge...

However, when she'd explained the plan to Korlin, the beautiful Kirin had immediately volunteered herself - or, rather, plainly stated that she intended to take part. "He is an ancient, holy and powerful being. Older by far than even myself. Serving him for a night is hardly beneath my dignity!" She'd said in a faux-snooty voice that had entirely disarmed Sayn. And so, glancing in the other direction now, she could see the gorgeous, naked Korlin (in her fully-female form) bury her face in Theokrios' huge, dangling nutsack, licking and kissing it even as she caressed the dangling orbs with her soft and gentle hands.

A half-strangled moan escaped from Lutra's lips as she gyrated her hips, pushing herself back against the long, thick rod of the Golden Ram. Sayn threw a glance over towards the bed, but it didn't seem like any of the blindfolded Elves had noticed - presumably, it had blended neatly into the general moaning and panting surrounding the bed. Thielwen was doing a lot more than just lying passively and letting the other Elves fuck her one after the other - her hands and mouth were all busy, servicing three different Elves, keeping them hard and ready to take the place of honor between her thighs.

It was actually a bit strange to see Thielwen on her back like that, Sayn realized. Usually, the horny Elf-maiden could be found on all fours under Achidias, K'teshi or Orichaniel. Even when she was with Silas, it was usually with her up against a wall or tree, or bent over a boulder in the gardens. This simple detail rather drove home the intense, erotic payload of this otherwise rather simple setup: What was happening on that bed wasn't just sex, it was a breeding. Thielwen was on her back with her groin elevated to ensure that every cumload that her twelve virile lovers could manage to deliver would pool in her fertile womb, ensuring that she'd be thoroughly and definitively knocked up.

Sayn's attention was pulled back to the business at hand when Lutra, with a slight groan, slid forwards off of Theokrios' rock-hard shaft, revealing its odd cockhead - a narrow, sideways-turned thing that seemed designed to poke directly into a woman's cervix and deliver its payload unerringly into her womb. Only the very tip bore any signs of cum, suggesting that it had done its job - as did the way Lutra caressed her abdomen as she crawled out from under it. "Be kind of a shame to let it go to waste..." The Otterkin whispered with a grin, prompting Sayn to roll her eyes. "You're free to go fertilize the garden with it when we're done... for now, though, get back there!" She whispered back, even as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled in there to take Lutra's place.

By general agreement, they'd decided to switch places every time Theokrios reached a climax, rotating between the three different roles. So now Korlin, who'd moved up from caressing the heavy ballsack, and had instead been tongueing and caressing the giant ram's tiny tailhole, ducked under the golden beast's belly to take Sayn's place, while Lutra went back there to pick up where she'd left off. Meanwhile, Sayn carefully guided the oddly-shaped cockhead towards her asshole. It was well-lubricated with Lutra's juices and went in easily enough.

Her own womb was, after all, fallow - that much was part of being a half-god, she knew by now. And for Theokrios, that meant the potential to plant the seed of yet another 'son'. Sayn wasn't sure if she would've wanted children, had it been an option. Probably not, seeing as bearing Korlin's children would have been impossible in any case. But she was quite certain that she didn't want a Faun-child. The Faun were a merry, carefree and thoroughly cheerful lot, and quite excellent company, but she couldn't imagine one of them in the role of an Imperial Prince...

So, after having checked with him in advance that it was acceptable, she instead welcomed his long, thick rod into the warm tightness of her ass. He stood stock-still above her, as he had done with Lutra, and as he had done during the larger ritual she'd 'observed', leaving it to her to impale herself as deeply as she liked, and then move in whatever fashion she wished. Feeling his cock filling her, hot and hard but surprisingly subtle, her immediate instinct was to get as much of it inside as she could - so she pushed herself backwards, inch after inch, feeling the smooth shaft slide through her tight sphincter.

She kept going until she felt the odd, twitchy head slide against the curve at the bottom of her ass - a sensation she knew well from her most well-equipped past lovers. Moaning through clenched teeth, she pushed back to enjoy the feeling fully - and was surprised by an entirely new feeling instead. The Golden Ram's virile equipment was far longer compared to its girth than just about anything she'd had inside her before - and that made it remarkably flexible. As she pushed back against it, it bent - following the curvature of her intestines and going deeper than anything had ever done before.

Inches worth of deep, previously-virgin ass was now being stretched around that thickness, and she eagerly kept going, panting with eagerness to explore this new possibility. Finally, a new limit was reached, and she dizzily lifted a hand from the floor to feel her abdomen. There, on the side of her belly, she could feel the bulge in her stomach-skin - and through it, Theokrios' pulsating cockhead. Beyond that, her intestines took a far sharper turn, and there was clearly no getting around that. That still left her impaled deeper than ever before, though - to the tune of maybe five or six inches, by the feel of it.

Her sphincter was stretched a bit wider, too, for the long shaft grew steadily thicker towards its base - not by a lot, but enough to be noticeable under the circumstances. An electric shiver went through her as she felt a soft, yet powerful tongue caress that tautly-stretched muscle, and she twisted her neck to glance back along her back. There, Korlin was playfully applying her tongue - with little else to do, since only a few more inches of the enormous cock was left out in the air. Putting her hand back on the floor, Sayn began to make the most of the situation - the possibly-pleasurable duty she'd assigned herself having mutated now into a new and interesting sexual experience.

Swaying her body back and forth, she set the stroke-length accordingly - letting the narrow cockhead slide back to the curve in her guts, then pushing past it and forwards until she could feel her stomach-skin stretch around it again. The strange sensation of this impossibly-deep penetration was further accentuated by Korlin's proximity - and eager tongue. A featherlight touch regularly caressed her dripping-wet pussy as well, and the inches of thick, hard shaft that flowed in and out of her tight ass was constantly smooth and slippery with freshly-layered saliva.

The first orgasm she reached like that made her groan with pain-laced ecstasy. There had to be nearly two solid feet of hot cock stuffed into her ass, and as the orgasmic convulsions made her guts squeeze down hard on every inch of it, she felt tremendously aware of that fact. The newly-explored depths of her ass were straining in particular, unaccustomed to finding such resistance - bringing memories of her earliest anal experiences (and orgasms) to mind. As soon as she had regained her breath and managed to relaxed her ass to a manageable degree again, she started swaying back and forth once more - impaling herself on the ever-hard tool with renewed vigor and increased force, eager to feel that sensation again.

She managed to reach one more such toe-curling climax before a warm sensation spread deeper inside her than ever before - a flood of hot, thick cum, surging into the places where the dick itself couldn't go. Sighing, she allowed herself to slide forwards, her sphincter clinging to the passing shaft as if reluctant to give it up. Once the head finally popped free, she could emerge from under the golden-fleeced belly of the huge ram on shaky legs, trying to gather her thoughts. She felt more... aroused than she really should, even if she had found a new and exciting sexual play to explore. Glancing back, she found her eyes caught by Korlin's, who maintained an unwavering eye-contact while she moved her oral treatment forwards from the couple of inches that had been her technical area of responsibility during Sayn's ride - cleaning the long, thick cock with her tongue. "I can taste your ass on it..." those eyes said. "And I like it." A hot shiver ran through Sayn, centering somewhere between her legs. Yeah, things were definitely getting heated. Maybe the lust-inspiring effects of this 'Ritual' wasn't entirely down to aphrodisiac Faun-sweat and the smoke of odd mushrooms being burned... both factors that were conspicuously absent tonight.

Trying to shake it off for now, she moved back to relieve Lutra, who had been alternating her attention between the heavy, musky-smelling nutsack and the small, puckered asshole hiding beneath the fat, woolen tail while Sayn had entertained herself. From the Otterkin's eager grin - and the shimmer of wetness on the waterproof fur of her inner thighs - Sayn gathered that she, too, was being affected by the atmosphere of heightened arousal that had grown in the room; clearly, she could hardly wait for her next chance to ride the Golden Ram.

As she kneeled to get down to her current mission, though, she paused and whistled quietly. Sayn, who had already squatted behind the huge ram and started admiring the huge ballsack (and its heady, masculine smell) leaned to the side to see around it and felt her eyebrows rise. Korlin, having apparently cleaned the long shaft to her satisfaction, was on her hands and knees now with Theokrios' cock buried in her pussy... right to the root. The golden down on the sheath was brushing up against her labia. The Kirin threw a grin back over her shoulder that prompted Sayn to whisper, or rather hiss "It doesn't count if you use shapeshifting!" Korlin, however, answered in a quiet, but ordinary voice. "You don't see him complaining, do you?"

Certainly, the towering ram seemed to be enjoying himself - his legs were shaking a bit, even, like he was having a hard time resisting the urge to buck and thrust on his own. Grumbling, Sayn settled back to her task, throwing a guarded look back towards the bed to make sure their conversation hadn't drawn any attention. It did not appear that they had much to worry about. Whatever arcane aura was boosting her own libido, it was clearly affecting the Elves back there just as heavily. All of them had had a turn by now, it seemed - but their cum-stained cocks remained fully-erect, pointing eagerly towards the ceiling as they clustered around Thielwen, taking their pleasure from her mouth and hands while waiting for another go at her pussy. She suspected that at least a few cumloads had found their way down the Elf-girl's hungry throat rather than into her womb where they were supposed to go... but, it hardly seemed like there'd be a shortage regardless!

Worries thus allayed, she pushed her face into the dangling, golden orbs of Theokrios' always-heavy testicles, licking, kissing and caressing while breathing deep of the heavy, intoxicating scent. It seemed to go straight to her head and her pussy, clouding one and making the other throb and itch. Unfortunately, dealing with the huge nutsack required her mouth AND both hands - there was just too much smooth, silky ground to cover, too much area to massage and tease. Her growing desires were only decreased when she again glanced around her target and saw that Lutra, lacking any exposed shaft to care for, had moved to another post - in front of Theokrios, where she could kiss and caress his large head, and get stimulation in return. Her head was currently bent back ecstatically while the huge ram delicately suckled on one of her nipples. And of course, underneath it all, Korlin was eagerly thrusting her body back and forth, plunging at least a foot and a half of thick, hard shaft into her impossibly-capacious pussy with every vigorous movement. Judging by her facial expression, she was enjoying it tremendously.

Groaning with frustration, Sayn wracked her mind for a solution and seized eagerly on the first one she found: Her current position had two areas of responsibility, and only one of them required the use of her hands. Without further delay, she rose from her squat and pushed her head in under Theokrios woolen tail, where a tiny, winking asshole waited, surrounded by golden fleece. It was still shiny with spit from Lutra's earlier ministration, and she quickly pushed her lips against it, darting her tongue into the center to begin massaging the tight, muscular ring of the sphincter. Even as she was doing this, her hands roamed down to her aching pussy, and she dimly realized that she was now committing the exact same kinky act she'd so often observed Thielwen performing - furiously masturbating while rimming the asshole of a large, male, four-legged creature...

The night proved long enough for the three of them to go through two full 'rotations', with steadily-decreasing amounts of restraint. When Sayn found herself back on shaft-licking duty, her tongue danced around the Otterkin's aromatic asshole as often as it traced the smooth contours of Theokrios' cock, and she was continuously masturbating the entire time. Sounds emerging from further back also indicated that Korlin was not so much rimming the Golden Ram's asshole, as sloppily and messily making out with it.

Only when she returned to the treasured position at the end of Theokrios' long, hard shaft did her juice-covered fingers abandon her throbbing, stimulation-hungry snatch - and even then, it was just so that she could put both hands on the ground and push herself more firmly back against the deeply-penetrating tool. She still found herself with an added source of stimulation, however, as Korlin switched her post to Theokrios' head like Lutra before her, rather than lavish her attention on the handful of inches that Sayn was failing to fit in her ass. As she squatted in front of Sayn with her arms wrapped around the huge ram's neck, peppering his head with kisses and caresses, she switched to her hermaphroditic form - bringing a long, thick, delicious cock into being right in front of Sayn's face.

She eagerly welcomed it into her mouth, letting her lips slide down the soft, smooth surface as she swallowed the shaft, pushing the blunt head down her throat. It was a proper spit-roast - her back-and-forth swaying saw her constantly impaled in one end of her digestive-system or the other. As Theokrios' long, flexible shaft slipped out of the deepest, tightest recesses of her ass, Korlin's thick cock pushed into her throat - and the other way around as her movements reversed. Her breath came in explosive bursts through her nose whenever her throat was unblocked - filling her nostrils with the scent of her beloved's wet cock.

Sayn had managed to earn three solid, shuddering orgasms and one load of thick, delicious Kirin-cum by the time Theokrios reached his own climax and again poured his seed into the dank depths of her ass. Reluctantly, she relinquished her oral grip on Korlin's cock and pulled herself off of the Golden Ram's impaling shaft, before shuffling out from under him to give Korlin another go. She took another look at the bed while she staggered back towards her post at the rear, and saw that the party there was winding down noticeably. Thielwen was still lying there, as exposed as ever, but her pussy literally overflowed with cum - a veritable lake lay shimmering and slimy between her lust-swollen labia, steadily sending heavy droplets oozing down her taint to soak into the pillows and sheets below.

The other Elves did not seem to mind, and eagerly plunged into the cum-packed orifice - already so far past 'sloppy seconds' that there was no name for it. Not that they were necessarily waiting for that - one Elf was sitting on her chest, holding her modest tits together with his hands to create a warm tunnel for him to slide his slimy, goo-covered cock through. Another was practically sitting on her head, not getting sucked off as had been the case earlier, but rather throat-fucking her with panting intensity.

Her hands, emerging from this press of bodies, were still jerkily masturbating a couple of others, but that still left several unoccupied Elves, some of whom had found... other diversions. Two separate couples had spun off from the central orgy, and were now eagerly fucking each other with heavy use of reach-arounds. It brought to Sayn's lust-heavy mind a rather hoary joke she'd once heard, where the punchline had been "It's not gay if it's with an Elf!" Well, more power to them, but it was certainly an indication that it was time for the party to come to an end.

She let it carry on for just a bit longer, though - long enough for Korlin to fully enjoy her current position, panting and moaning as she moved against Theokrios' yard-long cock. Of course, that meant she had to carry on with her own 'duties', too... switching between breathing in the intoxicating scent of the great ram's heavy ballsack while she kissed and fondled it, and working her tongue into his asshole - which mainly tasted like Lutra and Korlin's spit at this point - while furiously masturbating. Well, the masturbation wasn't strictly-speaking part of her 'task', of course, but even when she wasn't busy rubbing her face against Theokrios' balls, the smell of sex constantly assailed her nostrils, making her pussy twitch. The nearby bed reeked of sweat and cum in equal measure, and on top of that came the scent of her two companions' feminine arousal...

Finally, Korlin slid off of Theokrios' cock with a drawn-out moan, having clearly worked her way to at least a couple of orgasms along the way. Even as Lutra began to eagerly move to take her place, Sayn shook her head to clear it - taking a deep breath, as was her habit, would have been counterproductive in this case. With a mental command, she swung open the chamber's doors, letting in a breath of cool, fresh air from the gardens - along with Silas, who had been patiently waiting outside. (And, judging from his raging erection, had probably been watching through the windows and jacking off.) He gently shepherded the sweaty, worked-up Elves from the chamber, leading them towards the guest-rooms that had been set aside for them outside the Seraglio.

This signaled the end of the Ritual, and once Korlin had finished shimmying out from under him, Theokrios politely nodded and - without shade of embarrassment - thanked them the 'excellent service', assuring Sayn that he would be happy to lend his power should she require it again. Then he stepped out into the garden, where the silvery moonlight blended with his golden wool, giving him an electrum glow - and simply disappeared. Sayn, Lutra and Korlin were left standing there, sweaty and naked, while Thielwen panted on the bed, one hand caressing the slight bulge on her belly - a womb swollen with vast amounts of cum, like an omen of the pregnancy that had been started here this night.

Sayn put a hand on the shoulder of each of her two Consorts, and breathed deeply. The smell was still strong in her chambers, and the influx of cool air had only served to drive away some of the heat-exhaustion, restoring her energy. "Come on, you two... I'm not done for tonight!" she declared, feeling her pussy twitch as the cool air brushed over it. They both grinned, clearly just as eager as her to work off some steam - the hour and change they'd just spent pleasuring Theokrios had left them all hornier than when they started. Fortunately, the bed was plenty big enough for the three of them to retreat there, without disturbing the exhausted-seeming Thielwen.

Soon, she was on her hands and knees amidst the tangled, sweat-soaked sheets, with her head lodged between Lutra's thighs and her tongue digging into the juicy, well-fucked hole between them. Meanwhile, Korlin's firm hands dug into her hips, and the hermaphroditic Kirin's thick, hard cock pushed into her eagerly-waiting snatch. Her pussy had, indeed, grown rather discontent with only her fingers for company, especially with her ass throbbing pleasantly after the deep, thorough pounding it'd received, and the twin cumloads that had resulted still filling her intestines like a hot snake.

Not long after, Silas joined them on the bed, having presumably completed his task and then taken advantage of her still-open door. The addition of a second cock - particularly one so large and enduring - was welcome, but more importantly, it reminded Sayn to mentally direct the door to close again, before _too_much of the chamber's accumulated heat disappeared out into the coolness of the night. His hoofed, curly-furred legs landed on both sides of Sayn's body as he more or less jumped into the middle of their threesome, presenting his twitching hard-on to Lutra and his furry buttocks to Korlin. Caught in a haze of lust as they were, neither seemed inclined to refuse that invitation.

Sayn could gaze up from beneath Lutra's thighs to watch the Otterkin attempt to deepthroat the huge meat-whistle - only to gag before she got it halfway down her throat, and pull her head back. She settled instead for licking and kissing the long shaft up and down the sides, lavishing saliva on it with a clear purpose in mind. Korlin, meanwhile, was applying her tongue to the goat-man's rear end just as passionately as she had for his father, Theokrios, earlier - her thrusts never faltering or slowing as she did so.

Despite such a royal treatment, however, Silas did not linger for long - he clearly knew why Lutra was so eager to lube up his cock, and didn't hesitate to play along. Once his whole shaft was suitably whetted, he jumped around the Otterkin and embraced her from behind - his hands finding her small, but shapely breasts even as he maneuvered his hard rod up her asshole, which had probably grown to feel just as neglected during the earlier session as Sayn's pussy. Certainly, Lutra bucked and moaned particularly lustily as the thick cock slid home inside her ass, pushing her gushing pussy harder into Sayn's face...

Half an hour later, with both holes freshly-fucked and gaping, and equally-fresh cum staining her muzzle, Lutra was the first to drop out - rolling aside to an empty spot on the capacious bed where she immediately started snoring. This left Sayn swiftly and pleasurably surrounded by Korlin and Silas, who easily caught her between their warm bodies, impaling her front and back. With Silas' thick rod exploring her ass (though not quite so deeply as his fathers'), she was face-to-face with her beloved Korlin, and did not waste the opportunity. She imagined that she could taste both Theokrios' and Silas' assholes on the Kirin's shapely lips, but in her present state of heightened arousal, this only spurred her to kiss them more intensely.

Eventually, after nearly an hour of being bounced between the two of them - mouth, pussy and ass all used equally, hot cum-loads filling every orifice - she became the next casualty. Extracting herself from between the two ardent souls, she tiredly crawled over to another empty spot and settled down to rest her sore body. The last thing she saw before her heavy eyelids drew closed was Korlin, morphing back into a female form and spreading her legs eagerly for Silas' still-hard cock. She idly wondered which one of them would be the last one standing - her money was on Korlin, since her access to a female form meant that she could rely on her nigh-infinite stamina, while Silas had to draw on his virility... which she knew was immense, but not without its limits.

Their coupling pursued her into her dreams. She watched them repeatedly come together in every possible combination, including a few that would probably require some kind of anti-gravity magic, feeling no jealousy - only a mixture of arousal and joy. Arousal as she pictured herself between them again, testing her own orifices against their seemingly-endless ardor - and joy at seeing her beloved Korlin convulse and moan in orgasmic pleasure again and again, all through the timeless expanse of her dreams. Then her dreams expanded, and Thielwen was there too - her belly huge and swollen with child, her pussy still gaping and bubbling with vast quantities of cum.

Her dream-self was between the Elf-girl's delicate thighs, looking up at the trembling, straining hill of her friend's pregnant belly as she hungrily drank down mouthful after mouthful of hot, salty cum from the endless wellspring between her legs. Then another thought intruded itself - the memory of the Hydra's gift, that whispered piece of priceless information that she would soon have the leisure to act upon - and a great shadow appeared above her, covering her, seizing her. A huge cock was in her, in her pussy, in her ass, in both at the same time somehow - straining the orifice(s?) to the limit, punishing in both length and girth...

The thick, twitching cock surged into her, pounding her with bone-shaking force, pushing her forwards into Thielwen's cum-drenched cunt. Somehow, it grew, and embraced her whole head, leaving her surrounded by oceans of cum. The slimy, sticky fluid filled her nostrils, stung in her eyes, covered her ears and soaked into her hair - so she opened her mouth, and drank it all down, until her belly was huge and swollen like Thielwen's, her skin strained. She sloshed with every shuddering thrust the looming shadow behind her poured into her over-strained orifices.

Now, her shoulders were pushing past the labia too... and she realized it wasn't Thielwen's pussy at all, but Quetzalcoatl's, in the form of a giantess. Her arms and chest were being pushed into the warm, tight darkness, leaving her embedded to the waist, restrained by the walls of flesh - helpless. The pounding, orifice-filling shadow had changed too - or at least, the cock filling her had. It had become heavily-textured and highly mobile, flexing and shifting inside her, splitting apart... a seven-fold tool, as much tentacle as cock. It was the Hydra behind her, fucking her! His cock was big, so big, too big, impossibly big... it was filling up her entire body, as if she was an empty vessel - there was no room for organs or bones, merely a single, immense orifice going straight from groin to throat.

Deeper inside she went, her body helpless, caught between the two titans, reduced to a mere sex-toy for their use. She was moving back and forth, completely impaled, her limbs and head rubbing over the tight inner walls of the huge pussy. Somehow, she could hear Quetzalcoatl moaning lustily above her, enjoying the stimulation. She was almost completely embedded now, only her feet still feeling the cool air outside. Then they, too, entered the warm embrace of the hot, musty pussy, and she went deeper, deeper...

Before her, a smooth, round thing that looked rather like a scrunched-up mouth emerged from the surrounding flesh. She knew what it was - the cervix, the mouth of the womb. And as she felt the Hydra's cock begin to swell and throb inside her, she knew what to do with it. With some effort, she managed to pull her arms forwards, to grab it and pull herself closer. Then she kissed it, right in the center, letting her tongue trace its edges and massage its tightly-knotted muscles - it was no different from the rimjobs she'd been dealing out with increasing frequency in recent months. The cervix eased open, and she eagerly sealed her lips against it, even as the immense cock inside her began to twitch and spurt at last. Its vast load filled her, poured through her, emerged from her mouth - filling Quetzalcoatl's womb, even as it coated her tongue in an indescribable taste...

When she woke up, the dream rapidly faded into nothing more than a vague impression of erotic contortions, leaving her blinking up at her ceiling while she tried to gather her sleepy thoughts. It was already light outside, which - at this time of year - suggested that it was fairly late. Nonetheless, she was the first to awaken. Around her, four Consorts and one Concubine slumbered blissfully. She vaguely recalled that, just before going to sleep, she'd been betting that Korlin would outlast Silas and be the last one standing - and based on the fact that someone had tenderly pulled the (admittedly slightly soggy) covers over both her and Thielwen, she suspected that she'd been right.

Silas certainly looked like he'd been run into the ground. He was snoring near the headboard, splayed on his back, his limp dick looking somehow worn-out as it lay between his hairy thighs. Korlin, meanwhile, was a picture of sleeping perfection despite the dried-up cum-stains on her thighs and face - she hadn't bothered to crawl under the covers, what with her Kirin nature leaving her entirely unaffected by the clammy chill that had crept into the room during the night. Sayn kind of wanted to crawl over there, kiss her awake, and maybe see if she was up for an early-morning romp... but she also kind of wanted to not move and just stay under the warm covers.

She glanced over at Thielwen, who was sleeping peacefully in the exact same spot where she'd spent most of the previous night - albeit without the pillows keeping her hips elevated, and with the covers hiding most of her sweat-and-cum-stained body. Sayn found herself wondering what she would look like, once her belly grew large with child. Ungainly, she'd imagine, what with her generally slender frame... on the other hand, maybe her Elven elegance would overrule that and she'd move just as gracefully as ever. Either way, she'd have to wait a long time to find out... nothing ever happened quickly with Elves.

She'd learned why, not long ago, after the opening Ritual in the Elven Nations. She'd asked the Hydra what consequences the removal of their Divine Spark would have for the Elves - and he'd answered extensively, free of charge... perhaps too busy being elated by his imminent cohabitation with Quetzalcoatl to be in a bargaining mood. As it turned out, other than their ageless immortality, the Elves would lose their immunity to disease (though it would probably be a while before any illnesses learned how to target them) and some part of their nigh-endless stamina. Nothing else.

All the rest of the Elves' exceptional features - their strength, agility, grace, dexterity, sharp senses and so on - were down to the highly-complex way the Elves' bodies were constructed. Sayn couldn't quite wrap her mind around the entire explanation, but apparently, the basic 'building-blocks' of Elf-bodies had a highly advanced structure, giving them great strength, flexibility, and energy-generation - including those that made up their minds. This, by extension, gave their bodies superhuman capacity in most areas - including, as she had observed with Thielwen, orifice stretchability. But like anything, this had a price. These complex building-blocks took far longer for the body to generate than the simpler ones used by, say, humans - which was the reason why it took near enough a century for an Elven infant to grow to maturity, and also why they tended to heal slowly and require more powerful Healing-magics if injured. This extended to their earliest gestation as well - hence why Thielwen could look forwards to being pregnant for something like two years. It would probably take at least six months before she even started showing a slight baby-bump.

Well, either way, the wheels were in motion... and once she managed to shake off her morning lethargy and get out from under the covers, she could chase her bevvy of lovers out of the room and get started on a more private project. Well... maybe she'd ask Korlin to stay. Nevermind the possibility of a quick tryst to settle the lingering throbbing in her somewhat-sore pussy, she'd need the help of the beautiful Kirin's potent magics, and then some. Perhaps she'd have to ask another favor of Aterxeus, too... hopefully, the black-scaled dragon would still be amenable to helping her, even after the slightly-frosty ending of her last visit to his cave. Certainly, if she could get such powerful creatures working together, she'd be a lot closer to accomplishing her goal... and collaring a Dragon!

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