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In the beginning, there was always the sea. Before gardens there were palaces, before deserts, rivers, as there lied in the centre of the world a grand resplendent court of ever-flowing bounty, one where a king ruled over that most bountiful of creatures. This palace floated on the sea, so it never remained in one place, always near the coasts where it would bless the lands nearby with its grace as the sun would cross the sky with its life-giving light. If one would enter this palace, they would see golden pillars as if sculpted from the first sands that made the world, forming nubian figures of splendid creatures that upheld the sky in a dance of veils.

At the feet of those pillars were ponds become lakes, the sound of rushing waters made pure over the sea where all fish dwelled within from the simple carp to the great white shark. Shadows and flickers that would swim past in grace, eyes of ancient beasts who would regard you with a penitent grace within their master's court. There were vines and flowering blossoms, gold become emerald that would soon reveal a portal that opened inwards, the doors to a garden within a grand hall of many beasts of savage tooth and noble mind.

Horns that shone like the waxing moon, snouts of fur and scale as claws and hooves walked through the aisles of the many rooms within this court where ponds dotted in each corner showed the sea beneath in a shifting mirror of the depths. There were kitchens of bountiful feasts with all the riches the world had to truly offer, songs of joy as harps and flutes joined dances of ethereal wings and stories told with bawdry humour. In this court before gardens, there lied its ruler, the emperor taking pleasures for his day.

"Good morning my lord."

"Bless thee this day."

A grand river flowed through the room where beasts of rippling muscle awaited. A river of flesh that twisted with shining scale to a sharpened tip, his body upright at the other end wrapped in robes of cyan that blended in with his lighter belly. His head was that of the serpent who met the fish, a slender neck with gills, large unblinking eyes and tapered nostrils, crowned by a coral wreath both flaxen and ruby that shone like the rings of pearl and aquamarine on his fingers. On this day he had chosen this room to take comfort in, a wide rotunda filled with cushions and a central ring for sparring where many strong males awaited, from the wolf and bear of west and east, to the shark and the dolphin of his true realm beneath.

"Is my lord not sated?" spoke a wolf.

"Not yet," spoke the lord slinking close, "my scales yearn to be cushioned by the flesh of males."

"Yes my lord."

Slithering to the cushions their master rested, turning his body to flex his muscles as the beasts coveted him with glory and praise in the form of their own bodies. Claws of vicious strength would tend to his scales, a wolf and an orca lying underneath him to support his back with fur and flesh against each other. They kissed each other deep, laying to their sides with their master draped over their forms as others laid upon his long serpent body, a dolphin, crocodile, boar and shark all of whom wore only bracelets and pendants as a symbol of belonging with their different lengths exposed. Their hands caressed his regal form, tensing with a whisper of the strength they withheld from their master, kissing his belly and gracing with tongues as he moaned when the shark sucked upon his taut chest and tended to his nipple.

"Mmmmmmhhh...your honours have merit more than usual."

"Thank you my lord," said the shark sucking his breast, "you honour us more with your presence this day."

"The females had their turn the night before," said the lord of the sea, "such slender bodies they have but this day I wish to climb mountains, not frolic in the fields."

"Do you wish to see our strength?"

"Yes." He clapped twice pointing to the shark and orca, "you wrestle with him, show me your all."

"At once my lord!"

Kissing them both on the lips, the master watched with folded hands as his chosen two stepped to the small arena in front of him. The shark was full of vigour as he charged first, grabbing the orca's shoulder and swinging his leg behind the knee to throw him down and mount him on top, their panting faces an inch from each other as the mammal pushed hard against to roll him one side and lay on top. The shark wrapped an arm round his throat and pulled him back, tails flapping behind each other in a snarling struggle as they hardened with arousal from grinding sweat.

"Whoever pins the other for five seconds," said their lord, "shall become the bull who mounts their sow."

This proclamation only made them more furious in their lust, gasping roars as the orca threw the shark's arm aside and kicked him away for both to stand up. Naked and fully erect, he lunged for the greatfish and wrapped one arm beneath his crotch with the other round his back, dragging his face across the sweating belly before lifting the shark fully to slam him down into the soft sands.

"Beautiful," the lord whispered.

"Food whilst we watch, my lord?" a boar offered a silver plate of fruit. "Freshly grown from the Nubians."

"Please."

He took a pear from the plate, crunching it in his fangs with watery sweet dripping down his chin that the boar licked clean as the master smiled. He kissed his servant back, taking another bite as again the servant cleaned him, but each time they kissed his tongue went deeper. The master heard his harem gasp as something sprouted from his form, flowering like a rose when his shaft grew from his slit.

"Hohhhh," the croc kissed his slit, "my lord you honour us with such truth."

"Your beauties affect me," he smiled stroking his chest, "taste if you wish, but suck not, for I wish to treat you all equal this day."

"Yes my lord, thank you."

Four tongues would join together as they licked his swelling penis, a wolf, a croc, a boar and a dolphin who pleasured him in unison.

"Witness," the king sighed, "four different tribes in matrimony. Your Thracian wolf, yourself from the Steppes, one of my own and your Aegyptian crocodile, the earth and sea joined together to pay tribute to the one who came before them."

"It is only right my lord," said the boar who fed him between licks of his shaft, "just as the sea upholds the earth, we were born from it."

"Does that make me your father?" he smirked at him.

"Would it...would it please you if it did?"

"I desire homage, not worship. I have no pretenders in this hall, I know that all who pay tribute in my court, do so with their heart and not their purse."

"Then yes...I would call you father."

The boar's hands trembled from his hulking arms before the master took his wrist and pressing his scaled lips to the breathless snout. He tasted his tongue rich with the scents of fruit.

"You are already my son," said his lord stroking his cheek, "just as one should honour thy father and mother, so too have you honoured me since the day I found you awash from the remnants of the galleon."

"Th-thank you...f-father."

Offering an apple rich in its hue, the boar smiled as the serpent of the sea took a bite with his fangs that carved through its supple flesh. The four tribes paid tribute to their king, never sucking but only tasting the rich fuller length of his prodigious staff which started to leak as they whimpered from their coarse male throats to feel it smear their tongues. The match continued with the shark and orca tussling like tumbleweed as their muscles thickened in taut bulges of black, white and silver.

The rules were never to punch, nor wound but to display only strength and cunning to see who would become victorious as the shark wrapped his arms round the orca's waist and upended him fully backwards, crashing his head into the sandy floor. Dazed with a swollen bruise in his head, the mammal felt the greatfish pin him full with their cocks grinding hard and spurting pre on his belly.

"Dili," the serpent raised his hand, "sini-"

"N-NNNNRGH!"

"Iish."

"GRRRRGH!"

"Sha."

"[i]MY LORD![/i]"

The door burst open.

"MY LORD, TH-THERE IS A FIGHT, PLEASE!"

The struggle had ceased between the shark and the orca, the four tribes pulled their tongues away and the boar feeding his lord kept the apple still in his grasp when all eyes turned to the intruder. An ibis in soldier's kilt, her gasping breaths echoed through the room as the naga slapped his hands with quiet frustration.

"Who fights in my court?" he said bowing his head.

"S-sirs, Eli and Esau, they were arguing about the-"

"Trading routes, yes. Very well." He rose from his bedding as the males dispersed. "Forgive me my sons, I shall return to bless you again."

"Fear not my lord," the wolf bowed, "we await you always in our bastion."

"I know you do."

His look lingered on the boar for a moment, taking his leave from the harem as he followed the soldier through the halls whilst his erection twitched with need.

"I beg your forgiveness for disturbing," she said bowing her beak.

"Work comes before pleasure," he replied, "and the work of a king is never done."

"My commander advised against it, that it was worse to disturb you than leave the two fighting."

"Your commander is a fool." He placed his jewelled hand on her shoulder. "If a king cannot be approached in time of need, one would better carve a throne that none will sit."

"Tha-...thank you, my lord."

"What is your name soldier?"

"U-um," she turned slowing her step, "Henuttamehu."

"Ahhh, Aegyptian," the serpent nodded, "were you not at the Red Sea Thrall?"

"Yes my lord, I thank you still for taking me in."

"Your mercy to the galleon was commendable," he patted her arm sliding up beside her, "and yet for so young a soldier your bravado shocked me in the wake of chaos."

"Hhmhmhm!" she snickered with a blush. "When I recall it I feel foolish."

"Then be a fool in my court, for it was that which brought you here, which brought those of former slavery to a home equal with you rather than their bones entombed within wood."

"Thank you, my lord," she clicked her talons with a nod, "I will foolishly protect you with my life."

"HAH, hahaha!"

He clapped with a smile feeling less the rage of his tempestuous staff that yearned for the touch of males, slowly withering back into his slit as they walked through halls of bronze and reached the banquet where a battle commenced. The citizens cried and gasped as soldiers brandished spears reluctant against the two raging forces, like the typhoon to the tsunami as roaring hooves and shrieking wings would clash with claws and fists flying through the air. Chaos reigned brief, a grand Griffin with feathers of copper gleam stretching from his back, who wore a kilt with dizzying patterns of black and pink, talons scraping the floor as he was thrown back causing thick grooves across the stone.

His foe was a Behemoth, the head of an ox with a broken ring shining through his nostrils and a body of reptilian scales that clashed with rugged limbs of hirsute wrath, barely restrained in leathery armour of red terracotta. Pounding hooves shook the floor as he charged his shoulder into the Griffin's beak, crushing him against the wall before grabbing him by the head and hurling him towards the banquet table.

The crowd parted like the sea as the winged beast twisted himself mid-toss and landed on his lion feet against the table, crunching claws into slick mahogany as plates cracked and fruit spilled underneath. Leaping through the air with a springing recoil he spiralled as a stone from a sling to crash his golden-feathered head into the Behemoth, square between his horns as he brayed with fury and grabbed the bird in his rippling arms to roll on top of him and drive his fists like a hammer of the gods into his beak.

"WRETCHED SKYRAT!"

"[i]HOGFACED BASTARD![/i]"

"I WILL BURY YOU IN YOUR LITTLE ANTHILL!"

"MY HOME IS GREATER THAN ANYTHING YOU WILL KNOW YOU BELLIGERENT-"

"[b]CEASE THIS [i]NOW![/i][/b]"

The wall burst between them with rippling white and blue that slammed both against the walls like the strait of Hormuz, solid water crushing their chests for an instant before the maelstrom ceased and they fell with a wet thud. The crowd looked to their master, the serpent crossing his arms with his slit still half-erect.

"It occurs to me just now a creche should be built for two infants so fully-grown."

"M-my lord, NNNGH!" The Griffin stood bedraggled by the Behemoth. "I seek counsel wi-"

"CEASE THY SQUAWKING!" snarled the bull. "The lord seeks counsel with ME!"

"How DARE you make assumption of the great Leviathan-"

"IF HE HAD TOES YOU WOULD SUCK THEM LIKE A MAID!"

"[b][i]ENOUGH![/i][/b]"

Two geysers ripped through the hall punching both in the stomach, the Leviathan tensing his hands with a clench of his fingers as the ocean dripped from his claws.

"Both of you collect yourselves," said he, "then come to my chambers for a discussion in private."

Turning himself to slip his body over his tail, the serpent lord left the room with less fanfare as the citizens of the banquet stood agasp and nervously looked to the Griffin and Behemoth still drenched in the salts. They followed their master with shameful step, shuffling their claws and hooves as they reached his sanctum at the other end of the palace, dripping behind them with sodden tails and heavy clothes as they walked towards his personal door embossed by the rippling emblem of a snake.

"This is your fault," snorted the bull, "you and your preening."

"You call my needs 'preening'?" hissed the Griffin. "When you prance your ire like a heated filly?!"

"MY people require-"

"Did I stutter?"

They saw their king suddenly before them.

"Speak. In my chamber. NOT before."

He opened the door to his sanctum as the snake moved within the stone, hissing as the lock turned with a thunk when he poured water from his fingers into an urn within the handle. They followed him in and only after they crossed the threshold would it close behind them. In his personal chamber were seats of the finest silk on opposite walls, a pool in the centre that stretched the length of the room with a seat waterproofed at its end sunken half into the water.

Slithering into the narrow lake the lord Leviathan put his body up on the throne whilst the rest of his body stretched out through the water, framing his body against a triptych of stained glass windows behind him that showed the bountiful history of the sea, from ancient trilobites scuttling over the sea floor to prehistoric plesiosaurs swimming past dolphins and sharks, all underneath the grand vision of Leviathan himself.

"Now, sit."

The Griffin and Behemoth sat on the seats.

"Together."

They looked to each other and sat closer in front of him.

"I understand that you are both in egress with your territories. What I do not understand is you two both fighting like pathetic hatchlings scrabbling for the last worm."

"I was trying to make him understand," said the Griffin.

"DON'T listen to him," the Behemoth snapped, "his head is bigger than the sky he only wants more of the mountain to himself!"

"I do NOT you blithering ox!"

"Do you both love the sea?"

They looked back to their lord.

"Because I have drenched you twice this day, but I will offer a third if you continue to speak against each other. Now, Esau."

He pointed to the Behemoth.

"Speak of your trouble, and ONLY your trouble without accusing your fellow lord Eli, lest your throat be made awash with brine at my behest."

"Mmmnnnngh..." the ox shook his head and took a deep breath from his scaled chest, "the desert shifted in the last storm, we need a new trading route. The fastest route is through the inner dry lake-"

"Which is at the base of Mount Shadai," the serpent nodded, "now, Eli, tell us your woe."

"The Sekwi is sacred ground to my people," said the Griffin clasping talons, "only our kind should tread there, it is the source of our divination and to have others outside the mountain encroach upon it would be the utmost blasphemy!"

"I see. Meaning the only other choice is to navigate round the mountain."

"That will take two days!" thumped the Behemoth. "My people's demand for supplies matter more than your magic pond-"

"DO NOT INSULT THE SEKWI YOU CLOVEN-HOOFED-"

A gush of water suddenly burst from the pool to almost drench them, the form of Leviathan appearing from the plume directly in front of them with arms crossed.

"The problem I see here lies with both of you."

He placed a hand on one of their shoulders each.

"You demand something from the other, without considering their needs. Esau, you should respect the Sekwi of the Ziz. Eli, you should not turn your back to the needs of the Behemoths."

His hands slipped along their necks and stroked over their cheeks.

"When I founded this kingdom, I wished for the land, the sea and the sky to be united in matrimony. Emperor of the sea I may be, but have I not cared for you both?"

"Yes my lord," said the Griffin staring on.

"Have I not heard your woes as they were my own, have I not fed you the fruits of the sea to strengthen your people?"

"Y-you...you have," the Behemoth muttered looking away.

"Then why do you avert your gaze?"

"I...just, showing respect, my lord."

"Then look at me."

Esau turned to look upon the serpent king. His smile was terrifying yet also peaceful as he gripped both their heads and turned them slowly towards each other.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"Y-...yes," gasped Eli.

"I do...my lord," muttered Esau.

"Do you love your people?"

"Yes," they both nodded.

"Then why not love each other?" His long fingers stroked the back of their heads. "Show me the love you have for your people and your lord, as if the other was that before you."

"Wh-what?" the ox stuttered.

"D-do I," the bird gasped shaking his head, "do I hear you correct, my lord?"

"I know your hearing is the sharpest of the land," said the Leviathan, "you heard that exactly. Love thy neighbour, as if he were your husband."

"Wh-why?!" stammered Esau.

"Because we are friends here. You must understand each other so as to form a solution that will satisfy both of you. You want your trade route, he wants his Sekwi preserved. Now...kiss. [b]For me.[/b]"

His voice was calm as a still lake, yet they sensed a creeping danger that tightened their muscles like a shadow beneath the surface. Esau opened his mouth with a wet flap of his tongue, shivering through his neck as Eli panted with a growing anxiety as he pressed his beak forwards with tender breaths. There was a sting in Esau's eye as he saw the Griffin approach, closing them as he tried to imagine someone else. He tasted the breath of the Ziz against his cheek, panting in turn on the Griffin's beak with his own bated breath.

The more they tried to resist, the firmer the hand of Leviathan turned on their heads, not actively pushing them but strengthening his fingers to become an immovable force as they took a deep breath and Esau kissed first. Planting his snout on the beak, he heard a gasp from Eli as the thick Behemoth breath rolled from his nostrils over his face. He kissed once more as the Griffin turned his head, opening his mouth against the oxen snout as his tongue crept over the furred lips.

"Goood," whispered their king, "such good friends you can be."

"M-mmmhhhh...m-my lord-"

"Ah...no no, speak to your friend."

Their eyes kept closed as Eli slipped his tongue into Esau's lips, tasting along the flat bull tongue that flinched against his own before slowly siding up against. Their mouths locked as they tasted their breaths together, clouding in a fog that they could feel on their tongues as they shuddered from an odd sensory excitement. Esau's hand slipped round the Griffin's waist, feeling under the base of his winged limb and stroking curiously beneath the pinions whilst Eli stroked his claws along the scaled back of the Behemoth.

Shudders crept through their throats as their tongues tightened with a strange burning excitement, their eyes flickering open to briefly see each other and dispel the illusion in their minds. Eli sucked harder, whilst Esau swallowed his breaths, the two locking their gaze which somehow made them more excited as their tongues plunged deeper into the other, hot suckling groans that made their throats quiver in anticipation.

"Hhnnnnmmmph! Mmmmhhhhh-"

"Ahhh it warms my hearts," said the great Leviathan, "to see such love between neighbours and heal thine borders with a tryst of passion. Nothing greater in this world."

"Mmmmnnnnghhh...haaaaah-"

"Alright, that will do," he put his hands away, "now honour thine lord as tribute to a solution."

"Honour...o-oh!"

They bore witness to his swelling shaft, the serpent king smiling at their faces both startled and confused.

"M-my, lord?!" the Behemoth snorted.

"You know my imperative," he circled around them, "that love is the true equaliser, other than death, and I would prefer the former be achieved rather than the latter."

"B-but my lord," the Griffin clucked, "I...a-are we worthy of-"

"Worthy?" Esau chuckled. "Even like this you still wanna suck his toes."

"He does not HAVE-wh-what are you saying?"

"You know what bothers me the most about you? You don't even try to refuse someone, you didn't even outright say no when I first asked to walk through your Sekwi."

"I was trying to be diplomatic," Eli crossed his arms.

"Well maybe just SAY it instead of leading me on a dance," Esau swatted the air, "I'd respect you more if you just shut me down rather than dither like a fly in a stable."

"A-AH, my lord!"

"Well?" The serpent wrapped his coils round them fully to trap them tighter against. "He hath umbrage with you, why not address it?"

"...fine." The Griffin swelled his feathers with a prim stance. "I apologise if I frustrate you with my courtesy, but I much prefer a steady debate than your oafish bluster and full-front offence, like every greeting is a battle on the ears!"

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Esau barked.

"Every engagement we have, your first response is a deafening barrage like a legion assaults my senses! You shout across rooms even they are too small to contain your voice, you stomp through the masses without a care for those underfoot even when your intents are peaceful, you are like...l-like, GAH, some sort of beast or burden in a place filled with delicate antiques!"

"What sort of place?"

"I do not know, SOME place filled with valuables that if YOU walked into would not survive even the smallest step you made!"

"Well some of us care about others!" he crossed his arms turning his head. "My people are honest, we talk face to face, no hiding words behind our backs!"

"Some of those words should not be front OR back," the Griffin Ziz shook his head.

"Well maybe you should open up more, maybe others would like you more!"

"I-i am well-liked!"

There was a brief silence. The Griffin's ears drooped when he realised as his face fell to a state that made the Behemoth flinch and pull up his hands.

"H-hey, hey, uhhh it-"

"I...I apologise, sir Esau," whimpered Eli, "I...I-i am not...not used to your ways."

"Uhhh, no, I understand I-"

"My people expect so much of me, and yet they almost tell me nothing! All their secrets, all their malignant words and for what?! Nothing!"

The Griffin clutched himself with a whimpering in his beak.

"I hate this. I envy you, I despise you for how much freedom you have in Dunaydin, your people embrace you, they speak all their woes no matter how little it is, but mine tell me NOTHING! And they expect me to lead, to aid their needs as if they think I am a seer! I despise your freedom."

Shivering as he slumped against the serpent's coils that tightened around their bodies, Eli whimpered clutching his head in front of the Behemoth who looked more and more nervous.

"Uhhh, m-my lord maybe we should-"

"No no," Leviathan patted his head, "your neighbour is suffering, it is your duty to aid him."

"B-but...I-i-uh, I'm not-"

"Tell him. Help him."

"...Eli."

The bullheaded beast put a hand on the Griffin's shoulder.

"I...i-if you want to talk, I could siddown an' listen for ya."

"Wh-what?"

"If you can't talk to any of your own people well...maybe I can help."

"How? How could you help?"

"Well," Esau smirked, "you could barrage my ears for once with that squawking of yours."

"Hah, hhhahahaha!" he snickered a little too hard. "Th-that...I would not wish to impo-"

"EY-EY, this isn't your mountain! You wanna impose, impose all you want, beat my head in with your words til I'm blind in the ears!"

"HAH, HAH, hhhhahahahaha, ahahaha, aaaaah...thank you."

The Griffin smiled and shuffled closer.

"If you are that willing to allay my...woes then I-"

"Yeah?" The Behemoth leaned in.

"Maybe...you could-"

"Could what?"

There was a second kiss. Esau did not resist, letting his tongue slip into Eli's beak as he returned the gesture with a brief suckle of his lips. They went deeper than before with a breathless gasp, their hands around each other's heads in a stuttering shiver of whimpering moans before their chests grinded thick, staunch reptilian hide beneath leather armours against soft feathered down wrapped in cloth as the trickling of drool came from their lips. They stopped only when the scent of arousal came near as they looked to their lord and his still-aching erection before them.

"My gift to you," he said, "bless me with your new passion, as sires of your people and now good friends...perhaps more."

"Hhhhh...should we?" Eli asked turning his head.

"You asking already?" Esau smirked. "Well in that case...since we're all in deep we might as well swim."

"Hah, hahah, how droll, yes...alright then."

They pressed their snouts upon the rich thick cock, tapering from the naga's chest as it rose thicker and larger when they kissed and sucked along its shaft from each side, sharing between them with long lavish licks that made the great Leviathan hiss with pleasure, coils rumbling like the sea around their bodies.

"Yessss...such good neighbours, such good...haaaaah, praise for your lord."

"All that you deserve," Eli whispered kissing the head.

"And more than that," Esau murmured sucking the side, "need anything else my lord?"

"Just this for now," said the ruler of the sea, "I only wish for your amendments to come."

"Not the only thing that's coming."

The ox moved his head up and swallowed the glans, panting thick nostrils against the serpent's scales with the rich scents of the sea whilst the Griffin savoured the shaft with his sharp flicking tongue as the snake shuddered with growing pre, squirting down the Behemoth's throat as he gulped visibly in Eli's view. Sometimes he pulled off to let the Ziz have a taste, sharing their master's pre between as he carefully guided his beak over the godly sceptre, swallowing at least a third before choking softly.

"Heheh, bit off more than you can chew?" Esau grinned.

"Gllrrrkh, ugh," Eli pulled back, "s-so...huge, my lord has such gifts."

"That I can agree with."

"I thanketh thee," said Leviathan stroking their heads, "now...which of thee should I ask to satiate my needs that were impeded by this morning's umbrage?"

"Oh...m-my lord," gasped the Griffin beneath his staff, "I-i would be...so very honoured to have you take me but...no."

He turned to Esau with a smile.

"Would you want to assist our lord before me?"

"Hah, well look at you," the Behemoth grinned, "I wouldn't mind at all being first."

"How noble of you," the Leviathan bowed, "in fact, I have a better idea for you both to appease me."

"Yeah?"

"Take your garments off. Hold each other for me, in sweet embrace. And whatever happens between you, let it happen."

"Heh...sounds good to me, my lord."

The bull slipped off his armour with a clattering on the floor, pauldrons and breastplate falling to expose his thick scaled chest and well-hung testes between his thick long foreskin, whilst the avian swished off his kilt with a gentle flourish to reveal his leonine balls and swinging tidy cock, taking his friend in his arms to feel his thick rugged hairs as he pressed the reptilian chest against his feathered breast. Smooching over his beak they put themselves in the trusting clutch of their serpent master, the great king of the sea twisting them round until Esau was underneath the Griffin with his body wrapping twice around theirs in thick muscular coils that glimmered purest blue. Slipping his coils in spiral motion as he watched them kiss and grind their bodies against each other, he pressed his mighty lance against Esau's rear to make him gasp with a soft clench.

More surprising were their own erections coming out to play, the Griffin's cock sweltering to its full 7-inch length to press against the leather folds of the beastly ox's shaft, gorging to an even thicker 9 inch length. Like sword and spear they would grind against each other, shuddering from the heat rising in their loins as Esau felt their pre starting to drip onto his belly. Then the serpent flexed his scales to push in the Behemoth's rear.

"NNNNGH! H-haaaaah...ohhhhh!"

"Mmmmmhhhh," the face of his master loomed above them, "such a strong body you have Esau, a testament to your tribe."

"H-haaah, nnnngh, n-no need to hold back my lord."

"Oh I know...I know deeply."

Twisting his abdomen to snap like a whip, he thrust himself in as the Behemoth snarled with gasping breath, clutching the Ziz to his body tightly as they grinded their lengths harder with thicker pre smearing his scaled belly. Tightening around the invading spear of his master, Lord Esau shuddered with snorting breaths as he felt the bucking thrust push the mighty shaft ever deeper inside whilst he kept kissing deep into his rival's beak.

Suckling over the sharp tip, his tongue slinked round the edge before diving into the craw and dragging his thick flat taster across the lithely thin tongue of the griffin, his panting becoming mewls of bliss as he flapped his wings above them. Scales tightened round their flesh, whilst the ox's anal ring squeezed for his master who hissed in pleasure at the clenching walls that nursed on his shaft and sucked him deeper within.

"Yeeeesssss...now show me your love." He slipped his head close between them. "Share with me."

They obliged with need, licking his face before kissing both cheeks with a hot suckle of his sleek scaled features, dragging their tongues towards his lips and kissing him deeper. Leviathan smooched the Ziz then the Behemoth, traces of saliva shared between in soft spindly trails that shone in the light as their breaths quivered hot upon his face. Then Eli felt something prod at his rear and whimpered when his lord's thick length pulled out of Esau and pushed inside of him.

"HA-AAAAAH! M-m-my lord, MY LORD OHHH!"

"I could not feign to choose just one of you," he kissed them both again, "as you both partake in my kingdom, so too you both partake in my love."

"A-a-aaaah...y-you...honour me s-so, my lord."

"He'll definitely like you," Esau chuckled stroking his feathers, "an ass like yours can turn stone to diamond."

"NNNNGH, y-you!" he winced as the cock pushed deeper against his flexing walls. "Haaaah...th-then I will pleasure our lord, better than you."

"Hahaha, oho you're on!"

The serpent rolled his eyes at their challenge as he stuffed himself deep within Eli's rump, savouring the tightness of his leonine rear as sandy thighs grinded against his smooth slenderous scales when he snapped his body forwards in a fluid S-shape, causing his belly to undulate in a tender thrust that opened the Ziz's hole further from the thick grinding length against his rippling folds.

The griffin's tail spasmed and twitched against his master's belly, the soft brush of the lion tip tickling his pecs as Leviathan watched his subjects kiss deeper with arms embraced, sometimes sharing his tongue between to taste the other's spit in their throats. His eyes closed with a shivering murmur as he pushed to the hilt within the sturdy Ziz and felt his gasps pump down his throat, savouring his moans and whimpering fits as his feline shaft sprayed thicker pre onto the oxen chest.

"What a blessed state we make," he murmured in their ears as he flexed his spiral, "the earth, the sky and sea come together as it did in Creation."

"I look forward to this union," Eli whispered with eyes aflutter.

"I won't lie," Esau licked the griffin's neck, "I'm excited about it too, maybe we can trade stuff with you."

"I feel we already are," the griffin snickered, "c-certainly relishing your produce-"

"A-ah." The serpent put a finger to his lips. "Business later, pleasure is now."

"MMMMPH!"

The cock slipped out of his rear after one last hilt that pumped him deep and speared his prostate, causing his member to shoot a hefty wad upon Esau's chest before the king sunk his shaft back inside the Behemoth who shuddered hotly against his new partner, frotting harder as his length pulsed and smeared a thicker pale across the fur-and-feathered belly. Keeping a constant rhythm, Leviathan fucked his beloved subjects back and forth, alternating between their rumps that flexed and puckered with a whimpering need to be filled, pumping one then the other a few times in each succession.

Their cocks spasmed each time he hilted, his shaft piercing to their deepest point as their prostates shivered and their lengths smothered each other in a thicker puddle of pre that pooled off their sides and into the waters by their feet. Soon they had become ravenous with lust as they locked tongues with such desperate tightness that they almost feared they could never part again, groaning as they bucked and grinded against the other with an insufferable heat that their breaths consumed their throat like an overwhelming mist of the jungle heat.

Leviathan felt himself near his peak, sputtering trails of white between their holes as he gasped with a roaring hiss when he fucked inside of Eli and pumped half of his climax deep into his body, the Ziz shrieking into Esau's throat with a cry of bliss before his master pulled out, still cumming to gush his thick ropes of jizz upon both their flanks before flooding the rest of his seed into the Behemoth gusto. Gasps of exalted elation filled the air as Leviathan felt them both on the apex, grasping their cocks together with one mighty grip to stroke them the last few inches to their orgasm.

"A-AAA[i]AAAAAAAAAGH![/i]"

"[b]NNNNRRAAAAARGH![/b]"

Two rivers painted their bellies with thick golden-white, feathers matted, fur and scales now glistening with semen as the great Leviathan slipped his body round to curl underneath and savour the seed he let smother his face in their last spurts, pooling lakes both above and below as their bodies creased and grinded to form a hot dual-canvas of lust that he brushed with his tongue.

"Mmmmmmhhhh...such a rich blend, like spice from the silk."

"H-haaaah, aaaaah!"

"Nnnnnrrrgh, nnnnhhh-"

"And to think you two were ever at an impasse," he slurped the cum from both and swilled it down his throat, "delicious...I would say that our negotiations went well, do you not agree my friends?"

"Yes," gasped Eli folding his wings, "marvellously, my lord."

"I agree," Esau muttered stroking the griffin's belly, "so, will you help me draw up the trading routes my lord?"

"Of course," said Leviathan wrapping his chest round their shoulders, "and respects shall be paid to the Sekwi always."

"Thank you sire," the Ziz planted a kiss upon his master's chest, "and...i-if I should have need for a...counsel of private emotion for either of you-"

"My door's always open," Esau punched his shoulder gently, "maybe more than that if you're good."

"Hah, are you offering that too?"

"Well...we're forming an alliance are we not Eli?"

"I suppose we are...Esau."

They lied upon the floor, feeling exhaustion overcome them as the great Leviathan bound them within his ageless embrace, sated in his own needs as he laid his head between them whilst his scales creaked and coiled in soft grinding motions like the embrace of the father, their tails dipped in water to gently wrap around each other, as the air to the earth and the sea.