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Cybra smiled pleasantly at the wincing senator. It smiled more often than most would expect, what with its generally cynical and pessimistic temperament - mostly because it had noticed that its smiles tended to cause significant disquiet in most observers. Presumably because its face so clearly shouldn't be able to crack a smile - being made from dried, sun-bleached chunks of wood - and yet did so anyway. A stark reminder that the creature they faced was not a real animal, but just a pile of dead matter animated and given life by the power of the Beastmaker. A reminder, by proxy, of her manifest divinity - and just what kind of fury they might see descending on their shoulders if the living puppet facing them decided that such a thing was warranted.

"Of course, there's nothing wrong about being friendly with some of this great Empire's fine, upstanding nobles..." it continued, in honeyed tones. "Going out to dinner with them at fancy restaurants, even visiting upscale brothels alongside them... all perfectly justifiable. Building bonds of friendship and love with those around you, why, it's quite in keeping with the principles espoused by our great Empress! It does, of course, seem rather strange when you are never the one picking up the bill... but since your companions tend to possess greater economic means than you, one could philosophically argue that it is only fair."

The senator nodded eagerly, his eyes still haunted. Clearly, however reassuring Cybra's words were, he was under no illusion that he was off the hook. The lidless eye that watched tirelessly over the Empire didn't visit people's offices just for a friendly chat, after all. And however smooth its words, Cybra's painted pebble eyes - which did, indeed, lack any kind of lids - were sharp and unerringly focused on the senator. "Anyway, I just wanted to give you a quick reminder as to the specifics of certain laws that may be personally relevant to you..." Cybra finished, slowly rotating its head - another thing that tended to disturb people. Its neck was essentially a ball-joint, so it could turn its head all the way around and then keep going.

"Firstly, if any money change hands, or if you receive any significant gifts_from your many fine friends, they will likely be guilty of bribery, and _you will likely be guilty of accepting bribes." It explained, while the Senator nodded jerkily. "Secondly, if any decisions or proposals you make in the Senate are found to particularly favor your various 'friends', you will likely be guilty of 'bribery by service or other non-monetary means', according to the revised laws as of last year... you did hear about that, I trust? Ignorance is, of course, no excuse in the eyes of the law, but it's still better to avoid misunderstandings..."

It flashed a final smile as it turned around and prepared to jump down from the senator's desk. "Of course, I have no doubts whatsoever that, should any of your friends seek to offer you a bribe, monetary or otherwise, you will faithfully report them to the proper authorities for this trespass - as any dutiful civil servant should." The senator nodded again, for probably the twentieth time since Cybra had entered his office, and finally seemed to find his - somewhat dry - voice. "Of course, Sir Cybra! I am but a faithful servant of the empire!" he croaked, causing Cybra to wrinkle his eyebrows in brief annoyance. It had no title - nor did it have any use for one - but nobles and lifelong politicians alike seemingly had a hard time dealing with that, and thus tended to automatically tack a 'sir' onto its name. It had long-since given up on getting them to stop, though, so it once again let it pass.

Pausing on its way out the door, it flashed one last glance over its woolly shoulder. "Incidentally, you should probably consider picking up the tab just occasionally, when you go out with your friends... wouldn't want them to start thinking that your relationship is a one-way road, would you? It is so sad when such things wind up getting in the way of a burgeoning friendship, I think..." The senator winced once more, and nodded several times in rapid succession. One could almost start to wonder if _his_head was attached with a hinge or something...

Leaving the senator's office and marching past the man's quailing secretary, Cybra returned to the ever-crowded halls of the Palace. Servants, clerks, politicians and visitors alike gave way for it - quite unnecessarily since it could just as easily dart between their legs, but it was likely the only high-ranking civil servant that the entire Empire could recognize at a glance, so such deference was likely unavoidable. Consulting its mental map of the steadily expanding palace-complex, it considered its next destination. Since it was already out of its office, it would be efficient to run any other errands that needed running anyway... and it actually wasn't too far from the private wing that housed Sayn and her consorts - the Seraglio, the dining-room, the workshop and the newly finished meeting-room.

With a quiet sigh, it turned at the appropriate corner and headed there. On consideration, it actually had business with several of the Seraglio's residents... so heading there at this time would be efficient, relatively speaking. The issue simply was to catch them during any breaks it could find in the Seraglio's frequent sexual acrobatics. This tended to be quite a lot easier during the winter-months, when the chill and the snow both cooled their fiery ardor and forced them to limit themselves to their own rooms - but it could hardly put it all off 'till Forschill or Marksnow, so it would just have to do its best.

The guards watching the entrance to the private wing did not, of course, cause any trouble. It carried no badge of office, no emblem or pass, nor did it need one. None existed in all the world who could hope to impersonate it, after all. Beyond that point, things got quiet - the press of people all gone. Other than the Consorts and Silas, the Concubine, only a handful of servants had access to this area - all carefully-vetted, and subject to annual interviews with Korlin the Kirin. The primary reason to allow even that many was that Sayn's servitor-constructs lacked the fine motor control necessary for tasks such as serving food, pouring wine, and taking minutes during meetings. And past the grandly-decorated gates of the Seraglio, only the Consorts and three other people were permitted: Silas, Sayn, and Cybra himself. Well, of course, in it's case, the 'people' bit was rather arguable.

Emerging into the Seraglio garden, Cybra looked around and sighed again. As usual, the place was an ongoing orgy. Things had calmed down a bit_as the rising juices of spring had given way to the heat of the late-summer, but not much at all. As long as it was tenable to have sex out there on the lawn, things wouldn't calm down - that much it knew from experience. Anytime two or three of the residents started getting it on, the sight and smell of it would get everyone _else_heated up - and soon they'd either be joining in or starting their own little knots of moaning and sweating. Only Korlin and Orichaniel seemed unaffected by such things - and that didn't stop either from joining the festivities nonetheless. Orichaniel inevitably jumped in wherever his services seemed most in demand, eager to both continue sharpening his sexual skills and showing them off, while Korlin_mostly stayed out of it - but still joined in on occasion, just so as not to seem arrogant or aloof.

With a practiced eye, Cybra scanned the current events, trying to gauge who would be first to drop out - from fatigue, exhausted virility, or - in this weather - dehydration. Well, Aishee wasn't subject to dehydration, of course, nor the limitations of male virility, and as a mermaid she possessed extraordinary stamina compared to humans - so all the more of a pity that she was among those it needed to talk to. At the moment, she was still just watching, floating by herself in the pond, breasts bobbing on the surface like floaters, face flushed with hungry desire and eyes wide. Beneath the surface, both her hands were busy - Cybra, unlike most, could easily see as much.

Its vision was different from that possessed by humans, it knew that much - well, considering that its eyes were just pebbles with dots on them, that much was presumably inevitable. Regardless, the reflections and distortions of the water's surface didn't stop it from seeing the mermaid's fingers work busily, stroking and thrusting into both her pussy and ass, toying with her clit and sphincter alike. Soon, one of the people busily intersecting at the shore would offer her a fresh creampie to eat, and she'd hungrily swim in to join the festivities more directly. She's been spending less time watching and more time getting fucked by one of the harem's male members lately, statistically speaking, compared to when she'd first arrived. Time spent on lesbian thrysts was holding steady - as were, indeed, her voyeuristic pursuits. Her appetite for more direct sexual contact simply seemed to be growing - particularly since the birthday-party.

So,she would likely be the last one it managed to successfully pull aside for a chat. What about the ones on the shore, then? Hrm. Rubicundus was in the center of it all. Current size was... draft-horse-ish. Sayn herself was underneath him, lying on her back on a suitably-raised slab of stone with her legs widely-spread to accommodate the width of his scaly flanks. That slab hadn't been there last time Cybra visited the Seraglio... presumably, the crimson-scaled dragon had simply raised it up from the garden's stone foundations just for the occasion. Based on positioning, Rubicundus was currently enjoying the privileges of his current, _secret_rank, filling Sayn's pussy to capacity, his face set in an expression of exquisite concentration as he bent every effort towards pleasing his mistress as well as he could.

This concentration was likely made somewhat harder by Thielwen, who was clinging to his haunches from behind, fingers digging into his scales. Her head moved flawlessly with his every thrust, lodged directly beneath his broad, reptilian tail as she eagerly worked her tongue into his draconic asshole, producing a series of pants and loud, slobbery noises. Her body was positioned at a bit of an angle on this occasion, however - leaving room for K'teshi to mount her from behind. From its low vantage, Cybra could see that the griffon was fully knotted with her asshole - and even if this had not been the case, it could easily have guessed as much from the angle and the way his leonine hips were blurring. Those two would be tied together for a while... pah.

Right beside them, a second plinth of stone had been raised, slightly lower than the one that stood beneath Rubicundus. Lying on this one, legs just as spread as Sayn's, if somewhat more intimidating, was Slira, the Sirrush. Presumably, upon seeing the dragon create the first one, she had requested another for her own use - and it certainly _did_seem to be serving her well. As a connoisseur of large cocks, she'd always had a living interest in Achidias, but their respective body-shapes made their sexual interactions somewhat awkward. Being on her back like this made things far easier - the centaur was currently covering her body with his own, thick horse-cock driving into her cloaca as she moaned and begged him to go deeper, faster, harder, rougher. From the looks of things he was already bottoming out, though - the position allowed him to use his full length, including the sheath-portion that wouldn't be relevant during regular centaur-on-centaur sex - his dangling balls resting on her tail every time he embedded himself inside her. Knowing her appetites and Achidias' virility, they wouldn't be done anytime soon.

Finally, on the other side of Rubicundus, a slightly more regular matchup could be seen. Lutra the Otterkin was on all fours with Silas pounding her from behind, holding on to her thick, muscular tail for added leverage. Orichaniel, meanwhile, was mounting her from the front, his foreclaws digging into her oily fur for purchase as he thrust his strangely-shaped, bulbous cock into her mouth and throat. Hrm. How long would they be at it? It deftly stepped in closer to take a better look. Nobody seemed to notice it, too busy with their own pleasures. Ah yes... Lutra's pussy was already dripping, drooling small amounts of cum, while Silas railed her tailhole. It seemed like she was preparing a double-layered creampie for her dear friend Aishee - a recent favorite of the pair - while grabbing a load of Orichaniel's sweet, fruity cum for herself along the way. So once Silas was done, she'd peel off - leaving Silas and Ori briefly unattended.

Settling down in the shadow of a nearby tree, Cybra waited patiently for this to happen, dispassionately watching the orgy unfold. It was a part of Sayn's mind - that much was clear - but it certainly wasn't the part that contained the sex-drive. Sayn herself believed that it was her selfish part, her 'dark side', the part of her that had felt it appropriate retribution when her first-ever Beasts tore apart the bullies that had tormented her for so long. Cybra wasn't quite sure she was right about that, mostly because it distinctly remembered_watching_ those events during the first minutes of its existence... but really, there were so many unanswerable questions concerning its existence that it seemed rather pointless to dwell on it. Point was, regardless of what it was or how it came to be, Cybra was a living bundle of wood, stone, dried grass and wool that lacked both the equipment and the urge to participate in the Seraglio's regular carnival of pleasures.

Which was convenient, it had decided - after all, it had to come to the Seraglio on the regular, to talk to its various residents, and needed to be able to do so without getting distracted. Certainly, any warm-blooded person - whatever their race and gender - would likely be thoroughly distracted by the display it was now watching. The mating-drive was a primary behavioral spur of virtually every kind of animal, after all, including the ones that walked upright and used tools - hence, it was probably quite hard for someone like that to ignore a huge heap of sex that just happened to be piled up right in front of them.

But Cybra could watch it with an analytical eye. It kept track of the harem's sexual going-ons as a matter of course, because it knew that such things were important to virtually all other creatures. Were two of the Seraglio's residents getting it on more often now? Was one of the harem's members experimenting with new kinks? What about the interests and preferences of each of them, were_they_ consistent, or shifting in one direction or another? All those things had impacts that resonated beyond the walls of the Seraglio, often becoming relevant to its work... and more importantly, those things were always relevant and important to Sayn. Whatever part of her it really was, Cybra knew one thing for certain - Sayn was its highest and, indeed, _only_priority.

Keeping her safe and happy was all it cared about, and for the most part, that merely meant busily handling the administrative work related to keeping her empire running. When the Empire ran smoothly, Sayn could rest easily and enjoy her life in the Seraglio, instead of having to run around putting out fires. However, it also meant keeping an eye on the people closest to her. It had never been happy with the idea of letting so many people close to Sayn, and though it knew that it could trust Korlin to act if any of them actually began to turn against her, that wasn't really its main worry. Sayn was an empathetic person, after all, and she'd come to care about all of the Seraglio's residents. If something went wrong for them, if they suffered or were hurt - be it physically or emotionally - she would share in their pain.

So Cybra kept up to date. It knew, for instance, that Lutra enjoyed a nightly thryst with Korlin in the form of a giant otter at least once per week, with Aishee eagerly watching, listening and tasting their animalistic, underwater mating. It also knew how Sayn would react if she learned of this in the wrong way, under the wrong circumstances. Work was underway to find the right way and create the _right_circumstances but, for now, it remained a source of significant concern. Fortunately, Aishee was doing a fine - almost _worryingly_fine, really - job keeping the secret, and Korlin was easily able to ensure that their encounters didn't collide with any other nightly events - such as Rubicundus sneaking over to Sayn's bedroom in a suitably submissive fashion, for instance.

On that note, Cybra also knew that both Slira and Orichaniel had come to suspect that there was more to the red-scaled dragon than immediately apparent. Rubicundus was doing a decent job hiding his submissive impulses in mixed company, but nothing could truly disguise his absolute adoration for Sayn - in truth, it was only the other residents' ingrown preconceptions about dragons in general that was keeping the farce going. The truth was, in essence, so far removed from everything they thought they knew about dragons that they simply couldn't make the necessary leaps of logic. Slira and Orichaniel, meanwhile, had never even heard of dragons before joining the harem, and thus had no such preconceptions. Fortunately, they were keeping their suspicions to themselves for now - but it still seemed a good idea to specifically request that they _continued_to do so for at least a little longer.

The orgy before Cybra was shifting. It was a living thing, almost - participants would reach orgasms, cum would spray into various orifices, dicks would jump from one hole to another, and positions would change in order to explore new variants of pleasure. Thielwen had abandoned Rubicundus' asshole for the moment, and was now on her hands and knees beneath K'teshi, licking his bright-red cock clean with undisguised enthusiasm. Her ass was in the air, giving Cybra a fine view of her gaping, red-rimmed sphincter, and the rivulet of cum that was running down from its bottom edge to coat her pussy. No doubt, she'd move on to the griffon's tailhole once she had finished cleaning him off to her satisfaction.

Achidias had clearly reached an orgasm, but on Slira's encouragement, he was still carrying on - pounding her cloaca with long, deep thrusts. Her clawed hands were clinging to his forelegs, and her long tongue lolled from between her fang-lined jaws. On the neighboring plinth, meanwhile, things had shifted more subtly - with only a slight shift in angles indicating that Rubicundus was now thrusting into Sayn's asshole instead of her pussy. Certainly, the dragon seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as before.

But what was relevant to Cybra's interests was the shift in the _third_grouping. Orichaniel had clearly timed his orgasm carefully, keeping an impressively analytical eye on Silas' progress just to ensure that Lutra would receive simultaneous deposits of cum from both ends. As he dismounted, a string of his thick, syrupy cum briefly connected his cockhead to the otterkin's panting lips before she sucked it up, eager for another taste of his sweet ejaculate. Silas, however, did not follow suit and pull out - instead, he pushed his cock - which had previously rested with the head just inside Lutra's sphincter - inside her to the hilt, grinding his hips against her ass.

Apparently, they'd planned something out in advance, Cybra thought sardonically and sighed. Well, at least it could still grab Orichaniel before he found some other niche to slot himself into. As it rose to its hooves and trotted over to head off the flower-dragon - who was already throwing an analytical gaze at the three other knots of pleasurably-entangled individuals - it also kept half an eye on Silas and Lutra, just to see what kind of new event they'd come up with. The otterkin's powerful tail, previously flat against the faun's chest, had now snaked down to wrap around his waist, while she pushed herself up to rest against his muscular chest herself. Her arms went up and back to encircle his neck, while he reached down to grab her legs around the knee.

With a grunt and a show of impressive strength, Silas pulled Lutra's legs forwards and upwards, leaving her suspended on his impaling cock - albeit with two sets of arms and one tail taking much of her weight - with her legs widely spread and her drooling pussy on full display. After another, somewhat more strained grunt and a bit of staggering, he even managed to get his legs under her - clearly stronger than human legs, they apparently handled the combined weight easily enough, though his hooves sunk into the ground a bit. Thus carrying Lutra, Silas very carefully walked into the shallow area of the pond, where Aishee was already waiting eagerly, licking her lips.

Cybra's best guess was that the idea of this rather physically demanding setup was mostly to keep a second creampie 'fresh' while Aishee got her tongue into the first one - suggesting that Silas would be occupied for at least ten minutes or so, possibly more if Lutra intended to give him a complimentary tongue-cleaning afterwards, as she often did. It was something that Cybra found somewhat worrisome, actually - this 'ass-to-mouth' deal seemed to pose a very real chance of causing some kind of stomach-infection, based on its working knowledge of biology. Thielwen was in no danger, despite her various... activities, thanks to her Elven resilience, and Korlin - who also engaged in the practice regularly - was entirely immune to disease. But Lutra had no such advantages. Well, if something _did_happen, Korlin would likely be able to quickly heal her, without even having to call in the Palace Healers, so perhaps there was no need to worry.

Of course, the same was true for Sayn, who was - it knew - still working to get over her hangups concerning that particular act. In that case, though, the potential benefit to her mental health probably outweighed any concerns about potential tummyaches. Slira, meanwhile, seemed to merely find the idea mildly disgusting, without having any particular issues regarding it that she felt any need to work her way through - hence being the only female in the Seraglio who just plain didn't do it... though, of course, in her case, it was more a case of cloaca-to-mouth. Oh, and of course there was also Rubicundus to consider, though he didn't have many chances to practice those arts yet - and his resilience towards disease was basically on the same level as the elves, if not even greater, so also no worries there.

Cybra quickly pushed those concerns aside as it stepped in front of Orichaniel and gave him a nod. "Sorry to break in, but could I talk to you in private for a minute? I'm sure the orgy will still be there afterwards... alas." The flower-dragon nodded, smiling slightly. "I take it I'm not the only one you need to talk to then? Well, certainly, I can take a moment away from my duties." The two of them stepped away from the pondside, into an area of thicker vegetation where they wouldn't be easily overheard - especially since everyone else in the Seraglio, bar Korlin, was busy getting busy.

Quietly, carefully, Cybra prodded Orichaniel - who, for his part, readily admitted that he had, indeed, sensed that something was off about Rubicundus' behavior. "I have put quite a bit of effort into studying the Empire that my people have joined, you know - including the other races that we now share it with..." he explained, scratching his chitinous face thoughtfully with one claw. "Everything I've read and heard about the Dragons paint them as grand and fearsome monsters, filled with greed and arrogance, thinking themselves above all other creatures - save for the Kirin, whom they hold some respect for. But while Rubicundus is undeniably powerful, his personality just doesn't seem to match up. His arrogance seems too... assumed, like he's just acting the way he figures people_expect_ him to act."

That was, indeed, a fairly succinct summation of the situation, so Cybra could only nod and sigh. "Most perceptive, Orichaniel - though of course, no more than I would expect of you. There are certain... details concerning Rubicundus' situation that have to remain secret, for now. I'm sure you understand - rather than being a matter of who can be trusted, it is simply the case that any secret becomes harder to keep the more people are let in on it. So, I hope I can trust you to keep your suspicions to yourself for the time being, hmm? Once the masks have fallen, you will be free to crow about spotting it well ahead of time, of course..."

Orichaniel nodded slowly, his face thoughtful despite its lack of obvious moving parts. Clearly, the way Cybra had just stepped in to request his silence had only served to provide him with further hints... but that was fine. As long as Ori kept his thoughts in his head and away from his tongue, it hardly mattered exactly how close he was to the truth. Perhaps puzzling as much of it out as he could would serve as welcome mental exercise for the sharp-brained flower-dragon drone? Quite possibly - he seemed to enjoy a challenge, whether it was for his mental or physical skills, and approached a sticky political situation just as eagerly as an acrobatically complex sexual position.

Their conversation hadn't taken long, and there wasn't anything else to talk about, really. The Hope Colony on Rafflesia Island was growing at a steady pace, both physically and economically, and while flower-dragons only rarely ventured into human cities - with most finding it simply too unpleasant to be away from their Queen and the hive-mind she created for long periods of time - they were handling the regular influx of traders, pilgrims, and plain old curious tourists with aplomb... generating a well-earned reputation for friendliness and hospitality in the process.

Hence, while Orichaniel returned to the pondside, Cybra was left to once again watch for a while, waiting for its next target to wind up briefly freed up. The flower-dragon didn't take long to find a place where he could inject himself - indeed, even as he started towards Thielwen's currently-unoccupied rear end, no doubt with designs on her so-far neglected pussy, he was interrupted by a gesture from Achidias, and swiftly approached the centaur, who was still busily thrusting into the moaning Slira in a perverse version of the missionary position. Rising onto his hindclaws, using his tail as a third leg to stabilize, he was able to get his head close enough to the centaur's for them to exchange a few whispers. Achidias was blushing slightly, which was unusual for him, but Orichaniel clearly took it in a stride.

Despite its interest being purely academic, Cybra could not help but raise an eyebrow at what happened next. It was well aware that Achidias had... experimented a bit with homosexual liaisons, calling on Silas' ever-ready services, but only rarely and always in private. It had seemed largely a gesture of defiance against his long-disappeared creator, Thenares - thumbing his nose at the god's attempt to exorcise any and all homosexual tendencies from his creations by making them unable to attain an orgasm from any such interaction... with another male centaur, that was.

As Orichaniel clambered onto Achidias' equine back with his customary agility, careful not to break the skin with his claws, it thus represented a couple of interesting firsts. As the flower-dragon's heavily-textured, double-bulbed cock pushed through the centaur stallion's sphincter, still wet with Lutra's saliva, it was the first time he had engaged in such a thing out in the open, among his peers... and likely the first time he'd done it just for fun, presumably wanting to find out what it was like to fuck and _be_fucked all at the same time.

Orichaniel, for his part, seemed perfectly agreeable - which was hardly a surprise. He had, after all, exactly as much direct, physical attraction towards a male centaur as he did towards a female flower-dragon, which was to say none at all. It was something that Cybra viewed with no small amount of curiosity. The two of them had that in common, after all - a complete lack of an outright sex-drive - but while it thus stayed entirely out of the subject, watching it with the dispassionately studious gaze of a sage, Orichaniel threw himself into it with significant enthusiasm, approaching it from a physical and intellectual place instead of an emotional one. He clearly welcomed the challenge inherent in adapting to the various kinks and preferences of the Seraglio's many potential partners, especially when they changed on the fly - and, of course, was quite capable of just plain enjoying himself, the way anyone might enjoy a pleasant hobby.

In this case, that meant keeping his balance as he clung to Achidias' hindquarters, even as the centaur continued to forcefully thrust down into Slira's cloaca beneath him. Despite its relative lack of experience, Achidias' sphincter did not seem to put up much resistance as the flower-dragon sunk his cock inside to the root. The size-difference ensured this, and also meant that Orichaniel wouldn't be able to 'tie' with Achidias the way he sometimes did with the smaller ladies of the harem - something that the experienced Ori had no trouble adapting to. And the heavily-textured cock was clearly having an impact, making Achidias grunt and groan as his own thrusting picked up speed, sparking redoubled moaning from Slira as well. A good thing it didn't have any business with either of them, Cybra decided - chances were, they'd be at it for a while, exploring this new possibility.

Another possibility was offering itself, though - albeit a somewhat arguable one. Thielwen had finished tongue-cleaning K'teshi's cock and, after lavishing a few gentle kisses on his balls, she had - as expected - moved on to the main dish, burying her face beneath his leonine tail and lodging her tongue solidly up his rectum. K'teshi, like Achidias, was rather accustomed to her doing that, though, and though the stimulation was steadily making his temporarily-softened shaft start to harden again, it clearly wasn't on a level where he couldn't think straight.

Thus, while Thielwen enthusiastically continued working on K'teshi's rear end, Cybra boldly stepped up to his front and waved a hoof to draw his attention. In this case, the subject wasn't exactly secret, so there was no particular concern about the rimjob-hungry elf-maiden overhearing. "Something the matter, Cybra?" K'teshi asked stoically, twitching only slightly at the sensation of Thielwen's by now highly practiced tongue busily stimulating every inch of his sphincter and rectum it could reach. Cybra quickly shook its head. "Not as such, no, but I wanted to give you a heads-up..."

It quickly outlined the issue at hand - how reports of fake Sayns had grown more frequent, and even started cropping up in larger settlements far from the capital. "At first, it was generally assumed that these frauds were merely opportunistic con-artists looking to steal money or at least earn themselves free meals and stays in high-end inns... but the way things are looking, there is reason to suspect that at least some of them may be sponsored by anti-Imperial sentiments. The firebrands we used to get have largely disappeared, ever since Sayn cured the elves of their sterility and, just incidentally, recruited the help of most of the remaining Divine Beasts for that purpose. Alas, to the great surprise of no-one with a functional brain, they haven't suddenly become true believers - they've just gone underground. Sending out fake Sayns to discredit the real thing may be their latest hare-brained plot..."

And of course, as a swift-winged member of the real Sayn's inner circle, K'teshi was in an ideal position to reach any place where these frauds might rear their heads, while wielding enough authority to conclusively declare the truth and even arrange an arrest. The griffon sighed and nodded. "You know, when I accepted a position in Sayn's harem, I somewhat feared that such a life of luxury and ease might make me grow soft. Instead, I do believe that I'm in better shape these days than I've ever been before... I think I must have flown across the width of the continent at least twenty times over the past year alone." He remarked conversationally - and then twitched visibly. "Though I must admit, I cannot complain about the... ah... 'perks'..." he followed up, somewhat breathlessly. From the sound of things, Thielwen had stepped up her efforts while they talked.

Cybra could have carried on with the subject for several more minutes, explaining the details of recent incidents in more detail, but its main goal had been to simply put K'teshi on alert - both so that he'd know to keep an eye out for other fakes when he flew out on other business, and so that he'd know to keep his wings ready in case a report came in that required his attention. Hence, when it spotted another opportunity, it quickly tied up the conversation and stepped away to let the griffon enjoy the loud, sloppy rimjob in peace.

Said opportunity was embodied by Rubicundus, panting significantly, moving off the plinth he'd been standing over to reveal an equally exhausted-looking Sayn. Her legs were still widely spread, revealing plentifully-leaking pussy-juices... and nothing else, a fact that the rest of the Consorts were fortunately far too busy to notice. Cybra, however, didn't need to do any reasoning based on it. The enchantments that had been used to protect Rubicundus' secret submission had never worked on it - they were illusions designed to affect the brain, after all, and its head was a solid piece of sun-bleached wood.

Unlike the rest of the party, it could thus see the gleaming metal cage that surrounded Rubicundus' painfully-erect cock - and indeed, when it focused its eyes on it, it could immediately tell that it was a new model, received only recently, and equipped with a couple of new features. It lacked the 'moving' spheres lining the internal, urethra-penetrating rod, but had a few other things going for it. For starters, the central rod was hollow, and reached all the way down to his bladder, enabling him to piss while wearing it - but since it blocked the tube that went to his balls, he still could not cum. Furthermore, the metal was enchanted, and could change its relative hardness based on his hardness - if his cock softened and shrank, it would do the same, remaining tight around his tool even if it retreated all the way into his sheath.

It was not as if Cybra could physically see any of this - nor did it keep up to date on exactly what sex-toys Sayn obtained. But it was and remained a part of her, which somehow enabled it to draw directly on her memories - while still retaining the ability to hide things from her. Rather unfair, really, though in this case, the information thus gleaned was more of a curiosity than anything else. From this source, it knew that Rubicundus had been wearing the new cage since Sayn received it four days ago, and that he was slated to wear it for another three - in order to 'make up' for an earlier failure to refrain from cumming for a full week.

Of course, at that time, Sayn had refrained from seeking out or calling on the devoted dragon, since there was no way he'd be able to restrain his impulses if she was involved... while this time, she was exercising no such restraint, clearly calling upon his services freely. Cybra didn't get any of it. It could not understand the pleasures of sexual release, much less the pleasures of _not_being allowed such release... but whatever, Rubicundus certainly seemed to be enjoying himself despite what had to be some thoroughly agonizing internal pressure.

As Sayn pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the plinth with a groan, looking around at the rest of the orgy with the mien of a man with a freshly-emptied plate browsing the rest of the buffet, Cybra quickly stepped up. "If you could drag your attention away from getting various orifices filled for a moment, there's a few things I'd like to talk to you about..." it declared sarcastically, prompting her usual, annoyed glare. "It couldn't wait until evening?" She asked, as it knew she would. "I tried, yesterday evening, but you were busy... getting sandwiched by Orichaniel and K'teshi while sucking off Korlin." was the inevitable reply, to which she had little in the way of retorts available. With a sigh, she waved at Rubicundus. "Looks like I need to deal with a bit of work. You go... entertain one of the other girls for a bit, hmm?"

The dragon nodded obediently, his eyes likewise roaming in order to seek an unoccupied hole he could slot himself into. With the advantage of its mental link with Sayn, however, Cybra was able to clear its throat at this point and ask, sardonically, "Aren't you forgetting something? You need to take proper care of your pets, y'know..." Eyes widening in immediate recall, Sayn grinned, nodded and - after a quick glance around to make sure everyone was too busy to pay any attention, she leaned over to place one finger on the tip of Rubicundus' cock... or, rather, on the tip of the metallic cage that both surrounded and penetrated said cock. "Walkies..." she whispered, and then glanced coldly up at him. "There... now get going!"

Going he got. Sayn had just activated an enchantment that would cause the hollowed rod that filled his cock to open in ten minutes, emptying his bladder - a process which was entirely beyond his control while he wore the cage. Said bladder was not, mind, filled with plain old dragon-piss at the moment - rather, it was stretched to capacity by a load of Faun-cum, donated by the ever-agreeable Silas and injected there by way of the tube. Using this, Rubicundus could _simulate_orgasming, preventing the ladies of the harem from noticing that he had once again stopped cumming inside them. And, of course, providing him with the added and no-doubt novel humiliation of being a vector for another male's cum while being denied the right to release his own.

Putting this borrowed knowledge aside, Cybra led Sayn - who was still walking a bit funny after the pounding Rubicundus had so enthusiastically delivered to both of her holes - away from the party a bit so that they could talk in private. "So where's the fire this time, Cybra?" She asked once they were alone among the trees and bushes, albeit still within sight of the ongoing party. It shrugged its woolly shoulders. "There aren't any fires, Sayn. A few embers, maybe, but nothing we can't easily stomp out. Things are quiet, peaceful... no trouble on the horizon." Blinking in confusion, Sayn stared down at it. "So... why, exactly, have you pulled me away from a very nice day of enjoying the fact that I've got an eager harem at my beg and call?" She asked, rather understandably and with some noticeable bite.

Cybra returned the comment with a frosty smile. "BECAUSE things are quiet, and have been so consistently for months. Which means that this is the perfect time to start dealing with some of the outstanding issues you have been ignoring literally since you founded_this empire, just because they weren't 'immediate priorities'." She winced, then sighed and leaned back against a tree. "I have a feeling I know what you're talking about, but I'll ask anyway and hope that I'm wrong. What 'issues' did you have in mind, my _dear_little seneschal?" Rolling its pebble-eyes, Cybra shook its head. "You are _not wrong, but I suppose I'll answer you anyway, just to give you time to overcome your immediate desire to run away and hide under your bed..."

There were two trouble-spots that Cybra had long wished that Sayn would just stop ignoring and deal with already for a long time. One was the Thenarians, those barbaric raiders who routinely struck from the islands in the south-eastern archipelago that they called home. They were humans who had come to worship Thenares, back in the olden times, and in keeping with this they had entirely refused to change since then. Their weapons were primitive and their tactics even more so, but they fought with bloodthirsty fervor and had no fear of death. Even knowing that Sayn's Beasts stood ready to protect virtually every settlement within their reach did not deter them. They attacked in waves, overwhelming all defenders, burning and pillaging and carrying away innocent villagers as slaves. Some had started using fire against any Beasts they came up against, but others simply fought them with futile savagery, tying up the defenders while their comrades raided. Even though they left behind a small mountain of their own corpses at every raid, it couldn't deter them.

They should have been dealt with ages ago, honestly. They couldn't do much_damage, but they did do consistently, sailing out every summer to raid and pillage - presumably because it got so hot down there that being out on the sea was a lot more pleasant than staying at home. Two things had kept Sayn from acting so far. Firstly, the Thenarians were entirely impossible to negotiate with - they simply didn't want to hear what she had to say, and tended to attack any would-be messengers on sight... which meant that the only possible way to deal with them would be to answer violence with violence, and suppress them with military force, which promised to become _expensive. Fighting Thenarians on their home turf was any general's nightmare - having to first land on well-defended shores, then fight fearless guerrillas who faded in and out of the jungle at a moment's notice, all while your men dropped like flies thanks to a bevvy of tropical diseases. And of course, such a threat would undoubtedly make the otherwise-fractious Thenarians unite against them, presenting a far more severe threat than any of their raiding-parties ever could...

"But things change. You have DRAGONS now. Promise them tax-credit in return for their help, and they'll flock to your banner. Setting fire to a few tropical islands from the sky is the kind of work that their pride-filled, scaly asses wouldn't object to, after all." Of course, thousands would still die. They'd all be enemies, but they'd also die screaming and on fire, which wasn't calculated to make Sayn happy. Nor Korlin, for that matter. And even still, Cybra was avoiding the other reason why she'd been ignoring the Thenarian issue so far: Lorrack the Black had been an expat Thenarian, as had most of his officers. Thenarians thus reminded her of Lorrack, which reminded her of a cell in a castle that no longer existed. It knew that - it could feel those thoughts welling up from whatever dark dungeon she usually kept them locked up in. But she could handle them - of that, it felt sure. The old wounds were scabbing over, the issues slowly being worked through.

"...of course, if you don't feel like dealing with our tropical friends, there's always that other little issue to deal with..." Cybra thus continued, its voice even. "Namely, the nomads of the Great Plains." Sayn winced, dark memories instantly replaced with far older ones. "What's do deal with? Just leave them alone..." she replied icily, looking away. "I didn't conquer the world because I wanted to, remember? I just didn't get a choice. They aren't hurting anyone, like the Thenarians, so if they want to pretend that my empire doesn't exist... let 'em."

That was a pretty definitive declaration - and from an Empress, at that. Receiving such a message, most would bow, scrape, retreat, and obey. Cybra, though, just rolled its eyes and sighed. "Wow. Such imperiousness. It's like you think you're the ruler of the world or something..." it replied sarcastically, walking past her to enter a sunny spot between the trees. Looking unblinkingly up at the burning orb that hovered so high above it, held its tongue for a moment and examined the thoughts that were welling up in Sayn's mind now. The night it was 'born'. The night she awakened. When Running-Through-Grass became The Beastmaker, and everything started. Blood, screams, a spreading fire from a knocked-over lantern. A massacre. Her first.

But there was more, too. Dim memories of riding in painted, elaborately-carved wagons, or walking alongside them. The foggy, indistinct faces of a father and a mother. And later, fresher - attempts to send messengers to her former people, making contact with the tribes, only to be thoroughly rebuffed. Not with a shower of arrows or anything like that - just with a definitively-turned back. As far as the nomadic tribes were concerned, the world was ruled by a monster, now - for she was Kinslayer, her very existence taboo. By their tribal laws, they could not acknowledge her existence.

Sighing, it lowered its head. "I don't suppose you remember - you were rather young, after all - but the tribes used to trade with the settlements along the rim of the Sea of Grass. Tools and tokens of carved wood, elaborately painted handicrafts, and certain valuable plants used for herbalistic cures changed hands, in return for things they couldn't craft themselves - such as metal tools and weapons. No more, though. Every settlement they could have traded with belongs to you, now. They saw the Beasts you left in them to guard against the few hostile Centaurs who remained, and turned away. 'course, you could remove those beasts by now - there aren't any Centaurs _left_out there to defend against - but they won't be coming back to any of those villages."

That wasn't even all of it - before, they had also sometimes visited the healers of civilized settlements when struck with disease or serious injury, seeking treatment beyond what their tribal wise-women and herbalists could handle. Not anymore, of course. But Cybra felt that it had outlined the issue well enough that there was no need to ram it home any further. The tribes had been left isolated, left behind while the rest of the world advanced. More than just remaining static, they were declining - they had no way to replace the metal tools that gradually rusted and fell apart, nor any way to deal with serious outbreaks of disease. Even as the standard of living everywhere in the Empire rose, theirs was falling precipitously.

"You're not doing them any favors by letting them maintain this foolish, self-imposed isolation..." Cybra said, rather nastily, turning back to face Sayn head-on. "Or is that the whole point? Are you punishing them for casting you out when you were a kid by leaving them to slowly decline into non-existence? Because if so, bravo! I always thought you needed a touch more viciousness, just to keep your enemies from getting too brave..." She glared at it, eyes narrowing. "You know, I seem to remember you once suggesting that you'd make a merry campfire..." she commented, sounding thoughtful. Cybra scoffed, rolling its painted eyes. "Oh yes, I'm remarkably flammable - but I really wouldn't recommend it at this time. It's hot enough already - add a bonfire, and you'll be risking heatstroke. Maybe save shooting the messenger 'till after the sun's gone down?"

Groaning, she sank down to sit with her back against the tree, looking up at the emerald-green crown. "...I just need to deal with one_of those problems, right?" She finally asked, and Cybra nodded. "For now, yes. One thing at a time. So by all means, continue putting off whichever issue brings back the _most traumatic memories! I'll be sure to remind you of it later, once that's all that remains..." Sighing, she leaned forwards, resting her head against her knees for a bit before finally looking up. "Fine, then. If you're gonna put it that way... I guess it's time to burn out the Thenarians. Start... making arrangements, whatever that means in this case. I'll give the orders, make the speeches, and shoulder the responsibility - as usual."

Cybra nodded, saying nothing. It had managed to sting her into action, as intended, so there was no reason to needle her further at this point. Her decision was hardly surprising, but the important thing was that she'd made a decision. The rest was just paperwork. Generals to brief, navies to mobilize... and dragons, too. Seemed like it had business with Rubicundus, now, too. Meanwhile, Sayn rose from where she'd been sitting and brushed away the grass that had stuck to her bum. "Now, if there's nothing else..." she said, in a voice that hinted strongly at cheerful campfire-songs around a burning sheep if there was, "...I'm going to go get my brains fucked out." Cybra nodded placidly. "By all means. It seems like that thing doesn't cause you anything but trouble anyway. Glad I don't have one!"

With that parting exchange, she returned to the ongoing orgy, clearly eager for some visceral distractions. Cybra trailed behind her, checking for the next target it might be able to pull out of the press of sweaty, moaning people. It didn't seem like Rubicundus would be it - he was still busy. The lucky recipient of his faked cum-load was, apparently, Slira - who seemed to be appreciating his attentions even more than she usually did. It wasn't clear exactly how the exchange had taken place, but the dragon had somehow replaced Achidias atop that particular plinth...

Maybe it was just that a new, higher priority had popped up before the well-hung centaur. He was currently mounting a creature of extraordinary, incandescent beauty, clad in golden scales and crowned by a single, antler-like horn... Korlin, in her true form, had finally decided to join the fun. Achidias tended to be her favorite whenever she did so, since he was well-built to mount her - and the fact that Orichaniel was still clinging to his back, pounding his asshole ceaselessly with his bulbous cock, clearly didn't deter her. Strings of clear, syrupy flower-dragon cum could be seen trailing the wide base whenever Ori pulled back, suggesting that he'd already climaxed at least once, but having found a new way to show off his skills, he clearly wasn't planning to stop at that. Achidias, meanwhile, seemed to be enjoying his usual, orifice-pounding activities all the more with this added stimulation... aaaand of course, Sayn was making a beeline for the trio, eager to get underneath her beloved Korlin. It would make for a merry daisy-chain indeed, Cybra reflected as it turned its attention away.

Ah,there was an impending opportunity... out in the shallow, two previous groups had merged into one complex knot of interlocking tongues, genitals and orifices. Aishee was on her back, lying on the rock-shelf, half-covered in water - and almost entirely covered in furry bodies. K'teshi had mounted her - in which hole wasn't clear - and had, by now, achieved a tie, enabling him to pound her with rapidfire, bone-shaking thrusts. Her upper body was twisted, however, letting her head poke out from underneath his flanks - and sitting atop it was Lutra, body leaned diagonally backwards to plant her freshly-vacated asshole directly atop the mermaid's hungry mouth. Silas was leaning over her, fucking her upside-down mouth, driving his cock well into her throat... and behind him, Thielwen hovered, eagerly tonguing his rear. Her eyes, however, seemed to be frequently glancing off to the side, keeping an eye on the Ori-Achidias-Korlin-Sayn stack... suggesting that she was liable to abandon her post the moment Ori dismounted and thus provided her with the possibility to sampling a freshly-fucked centaur-ass instead.

Cybra watched for a few more minutes until things unfolded as predicted. Silas groaned, hips twitching, as he pumped a load of cum directly into Lutra's belly - then pulled back, his cock covered in shiny saliva, to let her focus entirely on the sensation of Aishee eagerly sucking his previous load from her tender asshole. Thielwen followed his movements at first - but then pulled away. Up on the dry land, Orichaniel had reached his second - or possibly third - orgasm, and after he had finished emptying his balls, he backed up a bit and pulled his still-hard cock out of Achidias' asshole. With the practiced agility of a treetop-adapted creature, he clambered across the daisy-chain to Korlin's head, gripping her light-blue mane for purchase as he offered his cock - steeped in his sweet-smelling cum - to her mouth. She didn't hesitate to welcome it in, sucking eagerly on it even as Thielwen dashed out of the shallows to throw herself at Achidias' now-vacated rear, eyes fixed on his slightly-gaping sphincter.

All of this left Silas momentarily unoccupied, and as he staggered up to the shore to sit down on the edge and breathe for a bit, Cybra quickly positioned itself by his side. "Silas. Good to see you working hard as always, but I need a moment of your time..." it opened, making the Faun jump slightly - he clearly hadn't noticed its approach. "Uh... of course, m'lord. What's up? I hope it's not another one of my brothers getting himself in trouble..." Cybra quickly shook its head. "Not at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. I must admit I was a bit skeptical of your idea to turn your fellow Faun into a network of already-emplaced spies, but it's already paying dividends. On reflection, perhaps I should've realized as much..."

It paused, scratching its wooden chin with one stony hoof. "There are two ways to make a successful spy, in my admittedly short experience..." it continued, eyes still watching the ongoing orgy, but mind elsewhere. "The most common is to be so ordinary and nondescript that nobody pays any attention to you, ideally while seeming too foolish to be considered a threat by anyone who does_notice you. But another approach is to be deliberately flamboyant, loud and obvious - after all, that's the exact opposite of what anyone would _expect a spy to be! And if you're also clearly hedonistic, with no thought for anything save wine, women and song, well, so much the better. All kinds of otherwise-suspicious behavior will easily be shrugged off as being in the pursuit of simple pleasures. What I'm saying is that, really, the Faun are _naturals_at this..."

Silas blinked, then his eyes narrowed speculatively. "Could it be, m'lord, that in addition to the rest of your administrative work, you're also Sayn's spymaster?" Cybra grinned and shrugged. "If I was, I certainly couldn't confirm as much to a mere Concubine, no matter how useful he has proven himself... but enough said, Sayn certainly wasn't going to establish a network of informants, much less a secret police-force, by herself. And Korlin's just too nice and empathetic for stuff like that..." Shaking its head for a moment, it then straightened up. "But I digress. The point is, I think the Faun 'gossip-network' will prove very valuable indeed. Suitable lines of communication are being established and expanded even as we speak. You're going to have plenty of opportunities to sharpen your penmanship in the near future, Silas - lots of letters to write to your extended family..."

The Faun groaned and looked down on his hands, which were already twitching as if in anticipation of the strain they'd be put under. "Ahh, don't moan too loud... your 'reward' is in the works too!" Cybra quickly reassured him, poking his thigh with one hoof. "A tiny footnote in a standard bill on imperial healthcare policy passed quietly through the senate yesterday. Healers everywhere in the empire will receive notice over the next few weeks that, as a matter of policy, they should mention to any human woman who suffers from infertility beyond their ability to treat that an... alternative treatment is available in Laswell. As long as she doesn't mind her future kids having hooves and horns, anyway."

Silas nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his lips. Leaning back, he looked up at the clear blue sky, shading his eyes with a hand. "Well, sounds like I might soon have a lot more brothers to write letters to, then..." he commented offhandedly, and Cybra nodded - doing the math in its head. All things considered, only a minority of infertile women would take up the offer. It meant literally having sex with a giant, golden ram, and even if it was a Divine Beast - the beloved pet of mankind's own creator, Mother Beleh, at that - rather than a regular old farm-animal, that was still a bit of a big step. And not everyone would be happy with the idea of having a Faun for a child either, of course. But there were a lot of humans scattered across the continent by now - and just the fact that the offer was being made everywhere, rather than only in the tiny region of Laswell, would vastly increase the number of 'fallow fields' that Theokrios would get to sow his seed in. Messages had already been exchanged with the golden ram himself, as well as the cult that still faithfully served him - both of whom were more than happy to welcome more 'worshipers' into the fold, whatever region or city they may originate from. A few funds from the overflowing imperial treasury had even been earmarked for subsidizing the requisite journey to and from Laswell for those interested women who might lack the money and leisure to easily make it on their own coin. All just simple administrativia... child's play, really.

"As for that other bit, it's in the works..." Cybra continued, shrugging. "There's going to be a party next week - your average palace ball - and Sayn's going to put in a short appearance as usual. Arrangements have been made for her to have a 'chance encounter' with a certain countess who is known to enjoy the company of one of your brothers - giving them a chance to discuss, in public and within earshot of a veritable who's who of nobility and wealthy merchant-ness, how no single woman can hope to satisfy the overflowing urges of a Faun, and how it would really be _cruel_to collar them with any kind of exclusive relationship. They will loudly agree that certainly, no right-thinking woman would _dream_of preventing her Faun Concubine from 'playing the field', as it were. And thus, as if by magic, it will become the universally-accepted truth."

Silas laughed happily. "You're a magician all right! Thanks, Cybra - that's a load off my mind." Cybra scoffed and shrugged. "Pah. A simple trick, really. And for my next one, I'll pull myself out of a hat... hah! Anyway, that was all I needed to tell you. Next time you manage to tear yourself away from the horny critters infesting this otherwise perfectly pleasant garden, go visit your chambers. You'll find a list of names on your desk. A suitable letter will be required for each of them. Don't worry about sending them - just leave them there, and by the time you return, you'll find that they have magically vanished. Poof!"

With a parting laugh and a promise that he'd go write some letters real soon, Silas returned to his labors - in other words, he reinserted himself and his rapidly rehardening cock into the ongoing, steadily-evolving orgy. Specifically, he helped Slira realign her body so that her head poked out from under Rubicundus' bulk, and offered his tool to her mouth - which she eagerly opened, letting her long, agile tongue encircle and caress his shaft and head. None of the males in the Seraglio were worried about offering their male bits to her fang-filled maw, as such, but Silas remained the only one who did so with such complete equanimity...

Right. Next target. Cybra's eyes scanned the ongoing events. The Ori-Achidias-Korlin-Sayn knot, which was still going strong, could be safely ignored at this point - it didn't need to talk to any of _them_any longer. But over there... ah yes. As usual, K'teshi was the first one to reach the limits of his virility. Not that he was _lacking_in that department, it was simply that the other males were all exceptionally gifted. Having apparently shot his load in Aishee's... pussy, it looked to be, he was currently swaying slightly as Lutra worked with the lucky recipient herself to lick clean his now rapidly-softening tool.

Cybra only had to wait for a minute and a half - by then, K'teshi's cock had fully retracted into his sheath, leaving Aishee and Lutra with nothing to lick save each other, which they did with great enthusiasm even as the griffon staggered up to the shore and sank down in the grass to rest. Cybra nodded pleasantly at him as it trotted past his body, towards the pond - pausing at the shore. It could float - but not swim... and if its wool got soaked, it'd smell terribly and take ages to dry. Hence, that was as far as it could go. A couple of yards out in the shallows, Lutra and Aishee were busily making out, lips and bodies mashed together, hands roaming, cupping and caressing. Left to their own devices, they could carry on with that for an hour - or, more likely, until one of them suddenly felt like being suitably penetrated, and headed towards the shore in search of a more phallically-enabled lover.

On this occasion, however, they were not left to their own devices - instead, they were rudely interrupted as Cybra called out to them. "Aishee! Lutra! How about giving your tongues a rest for a minute? I've got business with the both of you..." As it had hoped, they both looked up immediately - not yet so caught up in their lesbian embrace that they were deaf to the world around them, and since they'd both lacked any real stimulation while working over K'teshi's cock, they were also mostly clear-headed. Swimming further into the shallows, they both lounged there, mostly covered by the water, and looked at it expectantly. "Hey, Cybra... where's the fire?" Lutra asked casually, while Aishee's expression was somewhat more serious. "Is it about the matter we discussed earlier?" She asked, prompting Lutra to look her way, brow wrinkling thoughtfully.

Cybra nodded. "That is, indeed, the matter I had for you, Aishee. I assume you don't mind Lutra listening in?" The mermaid quickly nodded, while the otterkin asked the obvious question - "What are you two going on about?" Sighing, the festive mood having obviously abandoned her for now, Aishee rolled over on her side to face her friend. "Well, there's been some... disappearances, among the merfolk of the Great Bay Tribe. Several members of my family have just... vanished, leaving no trace. My father is heading up a thorough investigation, and I was asked to pass a request on to Cybra - and through it the Empire itself - to assist."

Grimacing, Cybra nodded. "You did indeed... but I'm afraid I don't have any good news. The Great Bay is heavily trafficked, and those who ply their trade there - be they sailors or fishermen - are generally on good terms with your tribe. I've had guardsmen asking questions of a lot of them - experienced people who can generally spot a liar - and turned up nothing. Nobody's seen any boats pulling up overlarge 'fish', at the very least, nor has anyone heard of any kind of foul play involving mermaids - indeed, they've largely policed themselves with regards to that kind of thing, even before Sayn's Empire laid down the law, and quite effectively at that..."

Neither one of them felt any need to expound on the fact that it _had_happened, now and again, in the past. Men luring a mermaid in with the promise of a quick bit of fun, only to catch her in a net and haul her from the seas. Kept in a large barrel or a tub of water, the mermaid would have no means of escape once the sea was out of sight - she'd be completely dependent on her captors for food and fresh water, and could thus be compelled to perform on command. Some were merely shown off as exotic curiosities in cities far from the water, where nobody had ever seen a mermaid before... but, more often, they would also be forced to 'entertain' both their captors and paying visitors. All mermaids had a significant sex-drive, to be sure - but that didn't mean that they enjoyed being held captive and routinely raped... and on top of that, they tended to gradually weaken from the constrains of their habitat, and sicken due to a lack of sufficiently frequent water-replacement.

Everybody knew the stories - specially the sailors and fishermen who relied on the merfolk for protection against sea-beasts and guidance towards large schools of fish, and they certainly noticed how their finned friends tended to disappear after such an incident, diving deep into the waters and scorning the shallows. So they'd been keeping a keen eye out for any such going-ons for a long time, all by themselves. It had been decades since the last such incident - and it certainly seemed unlikely that not one, but SEVERAL mermaids would fall prey to such predation now that the perpetrators were risking the wrath of an Empire, and not just a mob of angry sailors.

"I take it there's been no progress with the merfolk's own investigation?" Cybra queried, and Aishee sadly shook her head. Sighing, Cybra shrugged. "Well, it seems like this isn't going to be an easy nut to crack... would've been nice if we'd just immediately turned up some particularly stupid kidnappers, but no such luck, I suppose. We should probably establish a permanent liaison for dealing with water-to-land legal affairs, starting with this matter. I'll draft a detailed proposal, and you can pass it on to your father later. I expect I'll have to bribe the Mark'ain Family into letting me have one of their Seabreezers... ah well, we can afford it."

Lutra, meanwhile, had floated in closer and now gave Aishee a less-erotic, more-friendly hug. "Don't worry, Ai - I'm sure your sisters will turn up soon. Heck, maybe it'll all just turn out to be some big misunderstanding, right?" The mermaid nodded and smiled - probably not so much because she actually believed in Lutra's overly-optimistic assessment, but rather just at the reminder that she had non-merfolk friends now who cared about her and her family. Taking a deep - and entirely unnecessary - breath, Cybra then turned its attention on said otterkin. "Now, as for YOU... I've got some good news, albeit of the sort that have to be handled quite carefully if they are to stay good."

It glanced over at Aishee, who was still floating nearby - her face brightening as she heard that someone, at least, was getting good news. "It is, admittedly, also a rather private_matter, but seeing as it concerns a secret of yours that Aishee is already party to..." This resulted in an entirely predictable bit of back-and-forth as the mermaid offered to swim away and give them some privacy, while Lutra assured her that she didn't have_anything to hide from her very best friend, leading to yet another adorable hug before the two of them settled down again to listen. Cybra rolled its eyes.

"Right... if we can continue..." it intoned, before continuing without waiting for a reply. "You've probably heard the chatter about Achidias sneaking around with one of the palace maids recently. After discussing it with both him and Sayn a few days ago, some stuff came out and some decisions were reached. Apparently, it's not just a 'casual' thing - the mare in question is, by her own account, eager to bear his foal. Which led Sayn to decide to institute a general policy... well, there's going to be a general announcement about it later, but consider this a sneak peek: If any of you want to have kids, you can, and, unless you specifically don't want them to, they'll be adopted as princes or princesses of the Imperial House. Sayn can't have children by the traditional methods, so she's eager to adopt, apparently..."

Both of them were nodding enthusiastically, probably understanding this apparent eagerness a lot better than it did. Shrugging it off, it carried on. "Now, that's the official part.Unofficially, she wants to encourage certain members of the Harem to procreate... specifically, the short-lived ones. She got all maudlin when she started thinking about you all dying off before her, you know? And seeing as Achidias is already hard at work, that leaves you as the highest remaining priority." Lutra was going through a number of interesting grimaces as it talked, Cybra noted. She probably didn't exactly enjoy being reminded that most of the Seraglio's residents would outlive her by a significant margin, some of them to the tune of centuries. But then, a thoughtful look spread across her face, and Cybra nodded. "I see you're catching on..."

A covert glance to the side confirmed that Sayn was still far too busy getting ass-reamed by Korlin to eavesdrop, and so it quickly continued in a low voice. "Now, I'm sure you don't exactly enjoy_hiding your little fetish for wild otters from Sayn... and while Korlin is obviously perfectly willing to play along with it, she _does_have rather a lot of duties to take care of, so it's hardly a long-term solution. If we play this situation right, it might serve as the perfect chance to... introduce the idea to Sayn in a _positive_way." Lutra, already several steps ahead of him, seemed to be salivating. "I could have a _wildmate... a real_one..." she said dreamily." Cybra sighed. "Yes, you could - and you could keep him right here in the Seraglio, assuming Aishee doesn't mind sharing the pond with him. _If we play this right."

What followed was a short and to-the-point strategic discussion as Cybra and Lutra quickly hashed out the best way to introduce a wild otter to the Seraglio, while Aishee listened raptly and occasionally threw in a suggestion herself. While technically uninvolved, she was clearly happy that things might be about to improve for her dearest friend... though Cybra couldn't help but suspect that she was also_looking forwards to sharing her pond with a large, occasionally-amorous male otter. Unlike Sayn, _it was well aware that mermaids habitually sought out dolphins for sexual release when no lonely sailors were available... and meanwhile, Aishee probably didn't realize that, unlike said dolphins, _otters_tended to be remarkably monogamous.

Regardless, the dark mood that had descended over the three of them when the subject of the missing mermaids was broached had been entirely exorcised once the impromptu strategy-session was through. "Very well, seems like we have a plan..." Cybra summarized. "You go ahead and raise the subject with Sayn next time you get the chance - I'll make some preemptive preparations for your trip back to the Beastkin Territories. Normally I'd request a griffon, but that probably wouldn't work well for the trip back, so perhaps something more down-to-earth..."

Still mulling it over, it nodded its goodbye to the two aquatic maidens and stepped away from the pondside. It was unsurprised to soon see them - after a bit more chatting - swim towards the still-ongoing orgy, presumably to resume their earlier embrace in a place where they'd be more likely to notice any remaining opportunities to insert themselves into events. Cybra, too, was soon maintaining a vigil, patiently awaiting its next chance. Rubicundus was its only remaining target, which was quite annoying - it could have intercepted the dragon earlier, at the same time as Sayn, but at the time it hadn't been clear that it would need to talk to him...

Honestly, at this point, it seemed like its best bet was to just wait for the orgy to finally wind down - there were some indications that this was imminent, after all. Things had continued to evolve while it had been busy chatting to Aishee and Lutra, and Achidias had joined K'teshi at the sidelines - staggering into the shade to lean tiredly on a tree, his sphincter still gleaming with Thielwen's saliva, his cock soft but still out of its sheath, hanging down like a fifth leg and occasionally twitching with some leftover sensation. Slira, meanwhile, had apparently been fully satisfied by the combined attention of Achidias and Rubicundus, and was now cooling down in the pond with a lazy expression on her reptilian face. That left Orichaniel, Thielwen, Korlin, Silas, Rubicundus and Sayn as the last holdouts, with Sayn predictably - and fittingly, considering that the rest were part of her harem - being the center of attention.

Korlin had shifted to her human form - specifically, the hermaphroditic one. She was standing up, facing Silas - with Sayn caught bodily between them, her legs lifted up so that she was resting directly on their impaling cocks, getting bounced up and down on them. Silas was behind her, using her ass, while Korlin was in front - their respective breasts mashed flat against each other. Normally such a position would have prompted them to eagerly lock lips and settle in for a bout of noisy tongue-wrestling, but on this occasion, Sayn's head was instead bent backwards, straightening her neck and exposing the bulge on the front of her throat as Orichaniel, nimbly balancing atop the three lovers with claws carefully positioned on various heads and shoulders, drove his cock into it from above.

As for Rubicundus, he was standing up on his hind-legs behind Korlin, supporting himself partially on his tail, his foreclaws wrapped around her shoulders as he fucked her ass with only the slightest trace of awkwardness. This arrangement left quite a lot of weight on Korlin's legs - Rubicundus was easily the size of a horse at the moment, and probably weighed a lot more than one - but she was handling it without any sign of difficulty... a good reminder that whatever form she chose to take, Korlin was a Kirin, and quite a lot more powerful than she appeared. Was she using magic to effectively reduce the mass of the other participants, or had she just altered her own body in order to make it supernaturally strong and tough? Cybra couldn't tell, but it hardly mattered anyway.

This only left Thielwen... who had, apparently, tired of tonguing both Rubicundus' and Silas' otherwise easily-available assholes for the moment, and had instead settled down underneath the whole arrangement, presumably enjoying the shade. There, she was alternating between licking Sayn's taint, running her tongue along the lower edges of her stretched-open pussy and sphincter alike, and occasionally diving lower in order to lick, kiss and gently suck on Silas' no-doubt sweat-soaked ballsack for a bit. One of her hands was moving between her legs at a frenzied pace, while the other steadied her body against Korlin or Silas' legs, depending on where she was working in that moment.

Indeed, there was an altogether frenzied atmosphere to the whole thing, suggesting that several of the participants were reaching the limits of their stamina - or, at the very least, the point where they needed to break off for a while and go get something cold to drink. Silas was sweating profusely, Orichaniel was panting like a dog - probably more from general exhausting than from the heat, considering that he'd grown up in a rainforest - and Rubicundus was moving rather jerkily, likely due to the accumulation of unreleased pressure in his groin. He wouldn't run out of virility or stamina anytime soon, but if he carried on for much longer, he probably wouldn't be able to continue hiding his discomfort.

Korlin, as ever, looked unperturbed and tireless, not even sweating particularly hard despite the combination of heat, sun, and strenuous physical exercise. Thielwen seemed to have worked her way into something as a trance, as she sometimes did when overwhelmed by constantly-available stimulation - and could likely carry on for hours yet given the opportunity. As for Sayn, well, it was kind of hard to say since she wasn't doing much of anything, other than being caught between three cocks and bounced up and down... but the vague look in her eyes, whenever they weren't disappearing behind Orichaniel's hindlegs, certainly suggested that she had been successfully distracted.

Silas came, groaning, his woolen legs trembling for a moment. Despite the rivulets of sweat running down his forehead, however, he soldiered on - flexing his hips in order to meet Sayn's descending ass with a full-force thrust, embedding his cock inside her ass right to the root every time. Orichaniel followed suit not long after, spraying his sweet, sticky cum down Sayn's throat. He stopped moving at that point, and then just rested there - draped across her and Silas' heads and shoulders, tail wrapped around Rubicundus' neck for stability. His shaft remained where it was, however - not deep enough in Sayn's throat to block her breath, but still filling her mouth, letting her lick and suck at it as she wished.

Undeniably, the one that was setting the pace and calling the shots in that complicated system of interlocking genitals was Korlin - who had, most likely, noticed Sayn's mood darkening after her discussion with Cybra, and set out to fuck those dark thoughts clean out of her mind. Thus, it was only when she finally climaxed, moaning melodically as she filled Sayn's infertile womb with her cum, that the scene ground to a halt.

Sayn's feet were returned to the ground, Orichaniel jumped down from his lofty perch, and with some squishing and a touch of awkwardness, everyone managed to disentangle themselves from one another. For a moment, everyone was just breathing, coming down from the orgasmic high, enjoying the afterglow, collapsing in the grass... Silas, though, made a beeline for the refreshment-table over in the shadowy nook by the Seraglio's main exit, barely stopping to wipe down his rapidly-softening cock on the way.

Cybra rose to its hooves and threw an assessing look towards Rubicundus as it started towards him. The dragon was now unoccupied, and seemed to have simply settled down in the grass to take a breather - but Cybra could tell, thanks to its more extensive knowledge of the situation, that he was struggling to hide the pain of blocked release that had to be radiating out from his groin. Would he even be able to hold an intelligent conversation without his voice breaking? For that matter, it seemed a rather... unsafe practice, really, and liable to cause some kind of internal damage at length. And this would be a really inconvenient time for the dragon to come over injured or sick...

No sooner had this occurred to it, however, than it realized that such an issue would have occurred to Sayn too, and if not her then certainly Korlin. Just to reassure itself, it reached out towards Sayn's mind, digging around for relevant memories. Ah yes... apparently, during this week, Rubicundus had nightly appointments with Korlin, during which he was forced to submit to further humiliations and indignities at the Kirin's hand in return for her using her magic to empty the overstrained gland that had accumulated his balls' unreleased production. Relief from the pain, if not_release_. And of course, Sayn eagerly watched the festivities... adding to his enjoyment, presumably.

Examining those memories gave Cybra pause, though, and a slow smile spread across its wooden face. Things looked well for Lutra's plan... well, it was no surprise, really. It and Korlin rarely coordinated - there was no need to, since they both knew that they could count on the other to act intelligently and in Sayn's best interest. So of course, she too had been slowly chipping away at Sayn's hang-ups. Specifically, the humiliations that Rubicundus had to endure in order to earn a temporary reprieve from the painful pressure in his groin was to lift his tail and offer his asshole to Korlin, as she shape-shifted into a variety of animals. A horse, a dog... apparently, the plan for tonight was a cat. Not a noble jungle-cat or anything, just a plain old flea-bitten tom, which would force Rubicundus to strain his size-changing ability to the limit in order to provide suitable tightness. The head-spines that all felines shared would likely result in some interesting sensations, too...

And tomorrow, the noble Kirin would, for the amusement of Sayn and to the no-doubt significant humiliation of a certain once-proud dragon, be taking on the form of a large, smelly boar... albeit, based on what Cybra was drawing from Sayn's mind, the plan was for Korlin to fudge the exact size and girth of the animal's mating-organ, since real pigs were little thicker than a man's little finger, in that department. All quite interesting... but the important thing was that apparently, Sayn had no particular problem with watching Rubicundus get mounted by a variety of pets and farmyard animals, safe in the knowledge that they weren't real animals, compelled into the situation by threats or training, but rather a kinky shapeshifter. Not quite the same thing as accepting Lutra's fetish for wild otters, but definitely an important step on the way...

Then, it grimaced as it realized that its hesitation and curiosity had cost it the opportunity. It had been operating under the assumption that the orgy was definitively over, the participants soon to begin drifting apart to do their own things, but its connection with Sayn now told Cybra that an idea for a suitable capstone to the day's entertainment had just occurred to her... and based on what it was seeing, it had no desire to walk into the middle of that. Ah well... it probably wouldn't take all that long. Best to hang back and wait a little while longer.

What had sparked Sayn's inspiration was Thielwen - who basically hadn't moved yet. She was still kneeling in the grass, legs spread and one hand between them as her eyes slowly began to refocus, a look of disappointment on her fine-featured elfin face. Clearly, _she_at least hadn't quite had enough, even as everybody else tired themselves out. Thus, there was both eagerness and hope in her eyes as they looked up at Sayn, now stepping up close to her and grinning down at her kneeling form. Sayn, for her part, was still riding the slow waves of orgasmic aftershock - otherwise, she likely wouldn't have taken such a daring step.

Reaching down, she placed on hand on Thielwen's head and tipped it back. "Hey... since you're down there anyway, maybe you could help me with a little something, hmm? Open your mouth..." The elf's eyes flashed with understanding and hunger - or perhaps rather thirst- and she eagerly complied even as Sayn stepped in closer and reached down with her other hand in order to spread her puffy, freshly-fucked labia with two fingers. Several of the other members of the harem looked up from their brief rest, eyes drawn to the surprising tableau, eyebrows rising in astonishment.

Sayn had expressed a willingness to play into Thielwen's growing fetish for piss-drinking before - something that was steadily escalating to nearly equal her hunger for ass-eating - but it had always been in private. In her room, in her own bed, when it was just the two of them, sure... but like this, out in the open, in front of all her friends and even making a show of it? That was something new. Normally, given such a chance, Thielwen would have eagerly glued her lips to Sayn's pussy, forming a watertight seal and ensuring that not a drop went to waste - but the hand on her head wasn't letting her do that, instead holding her at a small distance, forcing her to catch the sputtering yellow stream that now emerged from Sayn's urethra in her open mouth.

The little park at the center of the Seraglio was quiet for a few minutes, save for the buzzing of the insects and the hissing, splattering sound of Sayn emptying a bladder that must have been straining rather badly before into Thielwen's mouth. The sound changed, gradually, as said mouth filled up, flooding her tongue and creating a small, yellow lake there. Then, just before it was about to overflow, she swallowed - mouth still open, which was a rather neat trick. Was it just an inherent ability she possessed because she was an elf, or was it the result of all the creative uses she'd been putting her mouth to over the past couple of years? Who could say...

When, a few mouthfuls later, the stream finally petered out into a last few stray drops, Sayn finally let the thirsty elf lean in a bit closer, just so that she could lick them off her inner labia with the tip of her tongue. Only then did she release Thielwen's head and step back with a sigh. "Ahh... nice to take some pressure off!" she declared casually. Korlin, who had clearly sensed Sayn's intent, was immediately by her side, nodding. "Oh yes indeed... vigorous exercise always does seem to fill the bladder in a hurry, doesn't it?" She asked conversationally, and then prompted several more eyebrows to shoot up as she stepped in to take Sayn's recently-vacated position in front of the now rather wide-eyed elf.

Thielwen had polled most of the Seraglio's residents when she started to search for willing partners to cater to her new kink... but she had, apparently, never approached Korlin about it. Now, the thing she'd never dared to ask for was being offered to her freely. Korlin was still in her hermaphroditic form, her dick now soft - something that had to be a deliberate choice, since she wasn't likely to be subject to the vagaries of simple biology the way mere mortals were. Grabbing Thielwen's head with one hand, she aimed her soft dick with the other. There was no need for her to request that the elf open her mouth - it could hardly have been wider.

Like before, the sound of pouring liquid could be heard in the quiet park. What poured from Korlin's dick somehow seemed less yellow and more_golden_... but regardless of its exact coloration, it was definitely tweaking Thielwen's love of piss - at least, based on the ecstatic look on her face and the way her eyes were rolling back, now - and not leaving her cold the way Orichaniel had done when she'd tried it with him. The stream continued steadily for a while, and unlike Sayn's, caused some spillage - whether due to the flavor or simply because she was now drinking the piss of a Kirin, Thielwen was a bit late in swallowing, causing some of the golden liquid to spill down her face and across her bare tits. She was more conscientious afterwards, quickly swallowing mouthful after mouthful... more than with Sayn, certainly. Perhaps, inside the beautiful woman there still remained a bladder sized for her deer-like true form?

By the time she, too, had allowed Thielwen to lick the last few drops from her limp knob and stepped away, several other Consorts had approached the pair with thoughtful expressions. Lutra, freshly emerged from the pond and still dripping wet, was the first to jump in - "Me too! I've been holding it in since the orgy started!" she declared as she stepped up, duplicating Sayn's earlier stance and spreading her labia with two fingers to help ensure an even stream. If it was a letdown to sample the pee of one of her regular 'playmates' after tasting Korlin's, Thielwen did not let it show - her mouth remained eagerly open, her tongue virtually vibrating with desire.

Her mouth was still filling up for the first time, however, when Silas hopped in close, one fist still holding a mug of chilled something-or-other from the refreshment-table. As the one most frequently pressed into service catering to Thielwen's kinks, he obviously had no trouble telling what was going on. Sidling up to Lutra, he burped and nudged her. "Hey, could you scooch just a little bit? I've been drinking a ton today to keep this damned heat at bay, and it all gotta come back out again, ya know..." The otterkin flashed him a sidelong glance and then grinned, sliding sideways by about a foot while still carefully keeping her unbroken piss-stream aimed at Thielwen's open mouth. "Sure, buddy, just squeeze right in here..." she exclaimed cheerfully.

Taking up position next to her - or rather, a bit behind her, considering the length of the tool he was now handling - he aimed his cock at the presented target and let loose a thick stream of piss, even as he continued to casually drink from the mug in his hand, not even looking down at the elf he was now using for a toilet. This tack - treating her as a literal pissoir, not bothering to talk to her or even really look at her - was clearly the right one to take in this situation, at least based on the frantic motions of the hand that still rested between Thielwen's thighs. The double stream that was now splashing into her mouth, meanwhile, was obviously giving her some trouble, especially with Silas' impressive throughput. Despite swallowing seemingly constantly, the foamy yellow lake regularly overflowed her lips to once again cascade down her face and chest, spreading an increasingly noticeable reek that rather stood out among the scents of the blooming late-summer flowers.

"Looks like they're having fun..." Aishee commented with a slight pout as she watched from the pond. She wasn't masturbating at this time - this kind of thing wasn't her kink, though it seemed clear that she would've cheerfully joined in if she had been biologically capable thereof. Enjoying her post-orgy bath nearby, Slira floated over to nod wistfully. "Indeed... it's at times like this that I rather wish the uncaring gods had bothered to design a more sophisticated digestive-system for my kind." The two then shared a speculative glance. They hadn't interacted much so far, beyond Aishee watching Slira's frequent sexual activities with her usual voyeuristic eagerness - partially because Slira wasn't a big fan of water most of the time, and partially because Aishee hadn't cared to sample creampies served in a cloaca. Of course, with her newfound fondness of eating cum out of a freshly-fucked ass, that was not, perhaps, an issue anymore. A new connection might grow from that strange commiseration, Cybra reflected as it continued to watch the ongoing display of perversity with a patient mien.

Soon, Lutra finished up, and a few seconds later so did Silas - leaving Thielwen's tongue to jump between their respective genitals in order to lick up the last remnants of their bladder-contents as they were squeezed from their urethras. Once they stepped back, the remaining members of the 'audience' seemed to hesitate for a moment - Rubicundus, Orichaniel, Achidias and K'teshi. All hampered by different issues, yet no doubt feeling a strange kind of peer-pressure to join in, mostly due to the two 'leading ladies' of the Seraglio having pointed the way so showily.

Rubicundus shrugged and looked away. "I'd join in, but alas, I emptied my bladder just before we... ah... got down to business. Planning ahead, you know." That was, of course, true - the regular contents of his bladder would have been carefully drained in order to make room for Silas' donated cum-load, all to pull off the clever little trick that Slira had wound up benefiting from. Of course, Cybra had known that he would have to say that, well in advance - and could, theoretically, have stepped in to pull the dragon aside for a chat. But doing so would have impacted the atmosphere of casual kink that Sayn had so carefully constructed, and besides, Rubicundus _was_lingering rather close to the center of attention - close enough to make a small creature with easily-stained wool worry about approaching until everyone was done.

Hopefully, nobody noticed the strange flash of yearning in Rubicundus' eye as he turned his head away - an indication, to those in the know, that he was remembering serving Sayn in a similar manner. Or perhaps he was wishing that, rather than just being another contributor, he could have taken his rightful place next to Thielwen. Perhaps Sayn noticed, though - or maybe she just felt like the matter shouldn't be left so cavalierly. All it took was a raised eyebrow from her, and Rubicundus cleared his throat again. "Ah... perhaps I might swing by with a full bladder tomorrow, in order to make up for my absence today..." he continued, prompting a bright look in Thielwen's eyes - followed by a slow-building disappointment as her mouth began to close.

After all, with the dragon tapping out, the only other remaining partners were Ori, Achidias and K'teshi. The later two had specifically turned down her request for such play in the past, and Orichaniel, well... she didn't care for the flavor he produced, due to his strange physiology. She'd been quoted as saying that his piss tasted like over-sugared lemonade, and whatever one's opinion on the correct amount of sugar for lemonade happened to be, it certainly wasn't hard to see why this might fail to activate her fetish properly.

And yet, Orichaniel stepped forwards after a moment's hesitation, shrugging. "Well, perhaps this is a good opportunity to try a new approach I've been pondering..." he commented smoothly. "Thielwen, dear... take a deep breath. Actually, take a few." Eyes widening, she did as she was asked - likely realizing the flower-dragon's intent just from this request. She was no stranger to deep-throating, after all, and while she couldn't hold her breath for as long as Lutra - let alone breathe through her flanks like Aishee - she could easily hold her breath for several minutes, especially if she was given a chance to oxygenate properly in advance.

Approaching the kneeling elf, Orichaniel once again showed off his remarkable agility by digging one foreclaw into the grass and then pushing off with his powerful hind-legs to flip into the air... and then spin around in midair, sinking his other foreclaw into the soil after a half-turn. The end result was that, after approaching her face-first, he was now descending groin-first on her upturned face and open mouth. His dick was unsheathed and semi-erect, and whether it was Ori's own precise acrobatics that did the trick, or the hyper-perceptive Thielwen realigning her mouth and throat in the last second, the result was the same. In one thrust, he buried his cock in her throat to the root, letting the bulging bulb at the base fill her mouth. His foreclaws were still on the ground, leaving him essentially diagonal - with his rear end draped over the elf's head, his hindclaws soon finding purchase on her shoulders.

"Well, it's obviously not going to be as visually striking this way..." Orichaniel remarked apologetically as he looked around. "But it means she won't have to taste it, and, well, knowing Thielwen, I figure she'll appreciate this approach in her own way too." This seemed to be confirmed by the tremors that now went through the slender elf as she felt him empty his bladder directly into her gullet, pouring its contents into her stomach while bypassing her tongue and palate entirely. Being used in this way - not even having the choice of whether to swallow or not - clearly appealed to her too. Those who, like Cybra, had a low angle could see her throat bulging out around Ori's semi-hard cock, while those with a higher angle had the opportunity to notice that in this rather acrobatic position, her nose was just about lodged in the flower-dragon's no doubt fragrant asshole.

Both of her hands were between her legs by now - clearly, she had steadily been stepping up the level of stimulation since the show started. By now, one hand was being pumped steadily in and out of her pussy right to the wrist as she rapidly fisted herself, while the other hand feverishly rubbed and pinched her clit. How many orgasms she was managing to inflict on herself was hard to say - but she definitely got at least two more while Orichaniel poured his sugary piss into her belly, blocking her airways all the while.

When he was done, Ori managed to dismount with remarkable elegance, considering the rather awkward position he'd put himself in - straightening his hind-legs to lift his groin, pulling his shaft out of Thielwen's throat and letting her briefly tongue his cockhead to clean off errant drops even as she panted for air. She grimaced slightly as she did so - much as she clearly enjoyed the taste of fresh, hot piss and ass alike, over-sugared lemonade was apparently a step too far. Once she'd had the chance to carry out this duty, he simply spread out his petal-like wings and pushed off from her shoulders and the grass alike while powerfully beating them - creating a gust of wind that would have sent clothes fluttering if anyone in the area had been wearing any. Briefly airborn, he nimbly flipped over in the air and alighted on the ground a few feet away with a self-satisfied smirk on his chitinous face. "Well, that worked out well enough, if I do say so myself..." he remarked.

With a sigh, K'teshi stepped up next. "Well, if I can do it with a stranger while half-asleep, I guess I can do it for a friend while fully awake..." he mumbled as he walked up in front of Thielwen, her eyes aglow with eagerness to sample her favorite drink from an all-new source. Of course, his decision aside, the actual act required some doing, considering his body-type. It was accomplished, slightly awkwardly, by him rearing up and planting his forelegs on her shoulders - carefully keeping his razor-sharp talons clear of her bare skin - pushing her torso down as he did so, practically bending her in halves. This left his cock - which, thanks to the brief rest he'd enjoyed, had fully hardened again - pointing directly at Thielwen's face, so all she had to do was carefully maneuver her open mouth into place to intercept the thin, high-powered jet of piss that now emerged from it.

If Orichaniel's performance - acrobatics aside - had been short on visual spectacle, K'teshi doubled down on it. His rock-hard shaft forced his urine down a rather narrow corridor, enabling it to emerge at high speeds and cover a significant distance in a near-straight line in order to noisily splash against the back of Thielwen's throat. The show was only slightly marred by the expression of focused concentration on his bird-like face as he struggled to keep his balance on the elf's narrow, if remarkably strong, shoulders. Once the flow stilled - with a last couple of brief bursts largely going to waste as they splashed across Thielwen's face, hair, and the grass alike - even greater focus was needed as he shuffled his widely-spread hind-legs forwards a bit more, bending his own spine in the process, just so that she could reach his pointy, barb-lined cockhead with her tongue and suitably clean it.

When he jumped off and stepped aside - clearly happy that he'd managed to pull off the whole operation without simply tipping over sideways - this only left one person. Achidias looked around, grimaced, and finally stepped forwards with a groan. "Fine... but just this once, okay?" He muttered as he simply stepped over Thielwen's kneeling form. "Actually, I'm just going to pretend that there's nobody underneath me..." His legs, being far longer than K'teshi's, made this entirely possible - with the elf-maiden completely out of his line of sight, and the top of his head a couple of inches below his muscular belly.

Of course, between this and the fact that his cock was dangling halfway out of his sheath, entirely deflated, he had no way of aiming, either - leaving Thielwen to quickly position herself directly beneath the soft tool with her mouth wide-open. The stream that emerged from it when the centaur opened his horse-sized bladder was as wide as a man's thumb, and splashed down into the offered receptacle with a sound like a miniature waterfall. No amount of swallowing could keep up with that flow, and she was soon forced to close her eyes against the burning, acidic liquid that was now spilling and splashing all over her face, running down to soak into her hair and cascading down over the rest of her body to boot. Normally, in such a situation, she would likely have glued her lips to the tip of his cock, forming an airtight seal and then simply opening her throat to let the hot piss pour directly down her throat - but not only would doing so have precluded him from pretending that she wasn't there, it would also have been against the 'rules' that seemed to have spontaneously manifested around the event.

It kept flowing for a long time. The only one there who could have hoped to equal, let alone surpass, this tremendous shower of golden-yellow piss was Rubicundus, who was currently taking advantage of everyone's attention being fixed on Thielwen and Achidias - save, of course, for Cybra's - to visibly squirm. His cock was still rock-hard, straining against the illusion-disguised metal cage that surrounded it - was he imagining himself in Thielwen's place, perhaps? Certainly, the twitching of his hind-legs indicated that the pressure building up inside him wasn't getting any lighter...

Finally, Achidias' bladder ran empty, and the last few heavy drops fell from his urethral tube to be nimbly caught by Thielwen's tongue. She straightened up a bit, then, to let said tongue lightly caress this point of emergence, sparking a slight shiver in the centaur who loomed above her. 'Just this once' indeed... if Cybra was any judge, this perverted capstone would soon become a standard fixture of any orgy that included the ever-horny elf, which was most of them. Certainly, she seemed overjoyed at having been allowed to serve as a toilet for the entire Seraglio, or at least most of it, considering the trio that had been forced to decline on various grounds.

As Achidias stepped aside, carefully not looking back at the piss-drenched elf behind him, Aishee beckoned from the pond. "Hey, come into the water, Thielwen! You need to get yourself cleaned up quick-like, or your hair's gonna reek for days..." The elf had only just removed her hands from her no-doubt oversensitive pussy, and was currently trying to wipe vaguely yellow remnants from her eyesockets with her least juice-stained hand, but she still looked up - blinking uncomfortably - as the mermaid called out to her. "Are you sure? I don't want to stain your pond..." she said hesitantly, but Aishee just giggled. "Don't be silly. Where do you think I excrete? It all just gets diluted to the point where it's basically just water, so quit worrying and come in already... I'll help you wash your hair!"

And with that, the orgy was definitively over. Some were following Silas' earlier lead by heading towards the refreshment-table, Lutra was jumping back in the water to help scrub Thielwen clean, Korlin was heading towards her chambers and Sayn seemed to be interrogating K'teshi concerning what he'd been mumbling about earlier. Thus, finally, Cybra could step in and poke Rubicundus' tail without fear of interrupting anything, let alone getting stained yellow by accident.

Whatever strange kinks were driving the dragon's twisted relationship with Sayn, Cybra could not deny that it was - probably by accident - teaching him some very valuable skills for anyone who dabbled in politics, as a Consort inevitably had to. He was not only getting very good at keeping a straight face, but also thinking clearly even while in an uncomfortable position. Thus, despite where his mind had to be after watching that dirty display and the pain radiating from his over-stressed groin, he seemed to have no trouble refocusing his attention on Cybra - nor any difficulty appreciating the severity of the situation.

"Calling the Dragons to fight for the Empire..." he whispered. "A big step." Cybra nodded. "Probably best to offer them tax-credit for their efforts. They have, after all, grown somewhat accustomed to their younger brethren acting as mercenaries in order to more rapidly grow their hoard. But I'll leave the details to you. You're supposed to be working towards taking the true title of Dragon Consort after all - so consider this an opportunity to show Sayn what you can do!" A look of almost feverish determination appeared in Rubicundus' eyes, and he eagerly nodded. "Of course! I swear, I will not fail in my duties!" Maybe it wasn't quite the kind of loyalty that most emperors sought in their subjects, but the dragon's eager submissiveness certainly did make him a very reliable tool, Cybra reflected.

And thus, the last matter on Cybra's to-do list was concluded. Giving Rubicundus a final nod, it stepped away and trotted towards the Seraglio's exit. Glancing over its shoulder at where Thielwen, Aishee and Lutra were splashing in the pond, Slira paddling slowly around nearby, it sighed. Sex in its most basic, primal form, it could just about manage to understand - it was an important act, needed to carry on a species, so it made sense that the gods would have made it a pleasant one in order to encourage their creatures to be fruitful. But that did not even explain things like anal or oral sex, much less how Thielwen could derive such pleasure from getting pissed on, and Rubicundus from not reaching an orgasm... it was all quite alien to a creature that lacked both genitals and any kind of lustful desires.

Well, whatever. Sayn was enjoying her sybaritic existence in the Seraglio, watching her friends and lovers explore and discover new kinks, even ones she did not share - and that was all that mattered. As long as this was true, Cybra would bend all of its efforts to ensure that she could carry on this peaceful life uninterrupted. Anything that might threaten it, anyone that might drag her back to the battlefields she had once stared across with such misery written across her face, had to be eliminated - by hook or by crook. The Thenarians were next. Then, the Great Plains Tribes. And once those had been dealt with decisively, it could finally focus its attention entirely on rooting out any and all underground resistance to the Empire.

In Sayn's name, Cybra would give the whole world peace, prosperity, tolerance and happiness... whether it wanted it or not. It was as simple as that.

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PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

Name: Cybra

Titles: Imperial Seneschal, First among Beasts

Age: 14 years (Quasi-immortal - as a Beast, it is not subject to any kind of aging, nor does the materials used in its creation appear to decay as they normally would.)

Sexual Profile: As a Beast, Cybra is both genderless and completely asexual. It appears to view the entire realm of sexuality with a general lack of both concern and understanding, only caring about it at all because it is an area of great importance to its creator and mistress.

Psychological Assessment: Little is known about what, exactly, Cybra is. All other Beasts created by the Beastmaker have appeared to possess only the most rudimentary sort of intelligence - which does still put them several steps ahead of the Golems that regular magic-wielders can create, which are entirely mindless automatons capable only of acting on exact orders. Beyond simply pursuing whatever directives they're given with a fair amount of initiative, however, regular Beasts clearly lack any capacity for self-determination, let alone speech. Cybra, meanwhile, is clearly highly intelligent and extremely willful, acting on its own in order to serve its creator's best interests.

Extrapolation: Rumors have it that the Beastmaker herself has theorized that Cybra is, in essence, her 'selfish side' - separated from her mind and thrust into a body of its own. If true, this could explain a number of things - including how she herself has managed to remain largely unaffected by the corrupting potential of the vast power she now wields. Certainly, Cybra appears completely devoted to helping her, even beyond that which she would prefer - for starters, it seems highly unlikely that she is even aware of the existence of the secret police-force it has established, let alone the acts they have been authorized to commit in the name of protecting and preserving the Empire she inadvertently built. Combined with the fact that it is in charge of Palace Security as well, this all makes Cybra one of the most significant foes we face - but nonetheless, we _must_find a way to overcome this tireless Beast if we are to succeed in our plans...