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The Beastmaker's Age - YEAR 1

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Anyone familiar with High Scholar Marova's previous work will not be surprised with the fine and engaging quality of the writing, nor the thorough background research and well-organized footnotes... nor, indeed, the text's tendency to allow saccharine romanticism to override scholasticism when the subject turns to Empress Sayn I - The Beastmaker. Normally, I would be inclined to forgive such foibles, but the very title of this work claims that it concerns the_historical_ Sayn, rather than the idealized, messianic image of the 'Goddess-in-Flesh' that is still worshiped by millions today. Hence, I feel that I can be forgiven for holding it to a slightly higher standard.

Of particular note is the chapter on the Thenarian Subjugation - a subject that has been examined by many a scholar before, with varying results. I certainly cannot argue with his conclusion that this, rather than the so-called Southern Subjugation, is the first _true_look at the iron fist hidden within the Empress' velvet glove, despite the perceptions at the time - indeed, even without the surviving correspondence and bureaucratic documents available to today's scholars, a cursory look at the timeline makes it obvious that the fall of the Southern Rebellion happened entirely without the input of the Empress or, indeed, the Empire itself. Even calling it a 'Subjugation' is a misnomer, and the continued use of the term merely a sad example of academic inertia...

But the Thenarian Subjugation is another matter - this campaign, focused on ending the threat of the Thenarian Raiders once and for all, was clearly orchestrated, approved and led by Empress Sayn I herself, as proven by the reams of bureaucratic paperwork involved in this massive mobilization of Imperial military assets, some of which has survived to this day. Among these are, of course, the famed 'Dragonfire Document', one of the crown jewels of the National Archive's collection of historical records, which High Scholar Marova so enjoys referencing in this work.

This document does indeed detail the initial plan for the Thenarian Subjugation - employing the recently-integrated Dragons in sweeping attacks on the Thenarian Archipelago, burning the raiders out island by jungle-choked island. It is also, indeed, lacking Sayn I's signature, and has been torn in two ragged pieces, ostensibly by the Empress' own hands after she refused to sign it. However, to ascribe her refusal to approve this initial plan to grace, mercy, compassion, or other such nebulous qualities is simply yet another case of the chronic overromantization that Sayn I so frequently gets to bask in, even at the hands of supposedly serious scholars.

Looking at her actions rationally, there is indeed no need to enter 'compassion' into the matter. Her decision to dismiss this relatively cheap, simple, and indubitably effective first draft can be just as easily explained with the cold realities of the political situation at the time, as seen through the eyes of an intelligent and ambitious young woman well-supplied with educated and capable advisers. Allowing the dragons to simply burn out the Thenarians would have placed too much emphasis on their legendary power as a pillar of her Imperial Authority - whereas the far more slow, expensive and demanding coordinated attack she ultimately led, utilizing the individual skills and talents of several different races subject to her empire, did a far better job of driving home the idea that it was the unity of the Empire that was its true strength.

Indeed, had she gone with the original plan, the message would have been simple - "Obey, or burn in dragonfire." This would no doubt have led those who chafed under her rule to immediately focus their attention on how to sever her from her draconic allies - a far from unattainable cause, considering their historic pride and independence, only recently discarded. The message of the campaign that did happen, meanwhile, was more complex, and more difficult to counter. "I have countless different forces at my fingertips. If you want to tangle with me, you'd best be prepared to face simultaneous attacks from a dozen different angles."

Thus, the true strength of her Empire was made clear. Not merely her famed Beasts, but Griffon aerial transports, Merfolk marine detachments, Beastfolk irregulars, Elven Battlemages, Sharptooth Sirrush, Flower-Dragon skirmishers and - used with careful restraint - Draconic mercenaries, fought alongside thousands of human soldiers and sailors in the Thenarian Subjugation. This not only helped them to forge a shared identity as Imperials, but also drove home the fact that the removal of any single species from the Empire wouldn't weaken the remainder's ability to punish the secessionists appreciably. The strategic benefits of this campaign thus vastly outweighed the increased cost of the tactical action. To call such a cunning and insightful decision 'an act of mercy' only cheapens the historical woman that this book purports to describe!

Alas, this is far from the last time Marova ignores such rational factors in favor of the romantic image of the 'Benevolent Empress' - the later chapter on the disastrous events that followed the Red Night, nine years later, springs to mind...

• Excerpt from a review of The Historic Sayn, published in_Historian's Digest Monthly_

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The atmosphere in the hot, crowded church was quite cheerful. For once, no-one was muttering about how they couldn't wait for the Grand Basilica to be far enough into construction that it could at least be taken into partial use, or moping about how some fellow churchgoer they'd so been looking forwards to seeing had apparently wound up picking one of the other four daily services that the church hosted.

Such complaints had been as constant as they were inevitable for the past many months. The still-surging number of devotees that the Church of the Beastmaker had in the Imperial Capital itself had made the decision to construct the administrative heart of the burgeoning organization there an easy one and, one day, the Grand Basilica would no doubt be an awe-inspiring place, with room for thousands of the faithful to enjoy the sermons and gospels together. But even with the vast influx of skilled workers that was predicted to occur when, in a few months, the Palace of the Beastmaker was declared finished, it would take years yet to finish it.

In the meantime, the faithful packed themselves into the First and Original Church of the Beastmaker, with five daily services ensuring that everyone who wanted to could get in. Barely. The crowding made the Gospel of Love a bit more awkward and, occasionally, messy to 'sing', too, of course, but not everyone minded that, with some privately admitting that they'd miss the sheer press of naked, sweaty, gyrating bodies that this involved once they had more floor-space to work with.

Regardless, there were none of those murmurs today. Part of that was the still-fresh news concerning their Goddess-in-Flesh, the Beastmaker, returning triumphantly from the campaign to subdue the Thenarian Archipelago. Rumors and wild tales had been flying ever since, most of them adding further confirmation to the divine mercy and grace that the mass of people packed into the church-house already knew that the Beastmaker possessed. Rather than being wiped out to a man, as many had suggested would be the only way to end the threat of the Thenarian Raiders, most of their villages had ultimately surrendered, while many of those who had attempted to fight had wound up as prisoners of war rather than as corpses.

"Mercy! Mercy and Love guides the Beastmaker's step, and stays Her hand!" The preacher declared, gesturing grandly, while the packed room before him replied with their manifold voices, "Mercy and Love!" The preacher was still 'the new preacher' in the minds of many, but the man's burning faith and impressive skill in oratory had largely won over the congregation by now, putting the end to the narrow-eyed hesitation that many had shown when they first saw the lithe, pointy-eared elf step up to the podium.

"None_is beyond Her reach! No matter how stubbornly you turn your back on Her, still She will reach you! If you lash out with hatred and anger, letting greed and jealousy fester in your heart, then Her hand will be a mighty fist - striking you to the ground before your folly drags others down with you! But the moment you let _love into your heart, Her hand will open and lift you up - for none is ever beyond Love! _ Love binds us all!" _

"Love binds us all!" The crowd gamely roared, caught up in the preacher's enthusiasm. The preacher nodded in satisfaction, and lowered the arms that he had spread out and raised to underscore his shout. Bowing his head, he smiled at the mixed congregation gathered before him - an intimate, personal sort of smile that was echoed across many beaks and muzzles as well as lips. "Some day... perhaps sooner than you might think... a Thenarian will walk through that door." He said, quietly, and pointed towards the wide gate at the other side of the room.

"A raider, raised to venerate the worst of the Old Gods, to sanctify violence and bloodshed. He will have blood on his hands, shed in coastal raids and tribal duels. He will, quite recently, have stood before the Beastmaker herself, weapon in hand, shouting defiance at her offers of peace and mercy. He will be rough, coarse, _different."_The church grew hushed as the preacher described this theoretical future visitor in no uncertain terms. "So when he comes... how will we receive him?"

"With love!" The churchgoers called, rattling the windows as they raised their hands, paws and wingtips in celebration. Love was the force that bound all, broke down all barriers, and made a fractured world whole. This was the very core of their beliefs, and it was an infectious one. Many a creature had walked into one of the Churches looking for nothing more than an easy way to get laid, fully intent on rolling his eyes through the sermon that preceded the orgiastic 'Gospel of Love'. Those who did so only once or twice sometimes managed to actually stick to it. Far more found themselves gradually infected by the atmosphere, the enthusiasm, the_faith..._ ultimately adopting it too. When and if a Thenarian joined them, all bushy blond beard and dark-tanned skin, he would be no different - that, they all sincerely believed, especially those who had themselves been converted.

Still,part of the enthusiasm with which the crowd had answered the preacher probably did derive from the fact that this final call heralded the end of the sermon. Not that it had been a bad_sermon, in the slightest - everyone was simply eager to get to the_next part, especially considering the other, more immediate source of their shared elation: Today, a much-loved and missed member of their congregation had returned after weeks of absence.

Bloezerinne was quite the rarity, even in a place as crowded and cosmopolitan as the Capital. The Flower-Dragons, after all, habitually stayed close to their Queen, be it on their original island or at the colony of Hope. In the past, rare travelers of their kind - usually bound for the Palace and the Flower-Dragon Consort, Orichaniel - had occasionally guested the Church for a single service, giving a scant few the chance to sing this still rather new verse of the Gospel without having to make the long journey to Hope, sure. But Bloezerinne, cagey though she was about the reasons for her lengthy stay, was clearly a resident of the Capital, and had been a regular visitor to the church for several months. As far as anyone could gather, they were thus the only church outside of Hope itself to number a Flower-Dragon among their regulars.

She had mentioned, during the last service she attended three weeks and change ago, that she'd likely soon be called away on business, and might not be able to return for some time. This hadn't stopped many members of the congregation from worrying that they'd just lost their most unique specimen, however, and there had been many sighs of relief when she'd wandered in to join the service earlier - looking a bit tired and worn, presumably from her recent travels, but otherwise no worse for the wear.

As the preacher melodically spoke the ritualistic words announcing that it was time to sing the Gospel of Love, and a handful of Church-Maidens rotated through the crowded room to collect the clothes of those who wore such thing, many were thus already gathering around Bloeze - as she'd gamely allowed them to call her - with eagerness in their eyes. Her pastel-red plumage stood out even in a room with such diverse residents, of course, but her skill as a singer of the Gospel was also somewhat legendary... as was the eagerness with which she embraced it, with that one, perplexing exception that only served to add an intriguing mystique to her.

She was wearing the same armband as always - the one that declared her vagina off-limits. Nothing else - and thus, no other limits. That armband, however, was backed by something far more strict - a metal plate covering the bottom of her groin, attached to a leather harness concealing her pussy entirely while still leaving her tailhole easily accessible. A sort of chastity-belt, clearly custom-made for her Flower-Dragon physique. While most knew better than to pry into such private matter, one young, impetuous member of the congregation had_tried asking her about it, only to be answered with a naughty smile and the explanation that it was purely there to ensure that she did not _forget her resolutions in the heat of the moment. An armband, after all, could far too easily be discarded on a whim...

"Now, my children, let your voices be heard as you sing the Gospel of Love!" The preacher finally declared, hands raised in benediction. Less than three seconds after this final word had been spoken, the event thus officially begun and the first hard cock had found its way under Bloeze's upraised tail, having already been rubbed with lubricating oils while the preacher had worked his way through the final, traditional lines of the sermon. Approximately one second after that, her tongue penetrated deep into a hungry, human pussy as one of her fellow churchgoers rubbed her groin against the Flower-Dragon's chitinous beak.

The man behind her was human too, as would the next several who followed him be. Her sheer popularity and willingness to eagerly welcome one and all had forced the churchgoers to hash out a simple system of escalating size, to prevent some unlucky few from finally reaching her only to find her tailhole gaping too widely and loosely to provide them with any pleasure. Humans, elves, and the smaller of the beastkin thus had first rights - only once they had all had their turn would the griffons, fauns, larger beastkin and, of course, the many centaurs step up to take advantage of her by then somewhat loosened asshole.

Her mouth, on the other hand, was a pure free-for-all - in more ways than one. Her long, dexterous tongue was completely without prejudice, and would assail whatever was put before it with an intoxicating mixture of eagerness and skill. Licking pussy or curling itself around hard cocks, effectively jacking them off into her wide-open beak, was just the beginning. Assholes, tailholes and the occasional cloaca met no more resistance, being likewise hungrily rimmed and deeply penetrated by the agile instrument.

The really unique trick, though, was only for a select few - those who practiced one of the more esoteric arts of pleasure, and towered over the diminutive Flower-Dragon besides. Among these was a stout bearkin female, who seemed only barely capable of restraining herself from simply shoving aside those who had managed to reach Bloeze's beak before her. When she finally had her turn - having ignored invitations from several other churchgoers while waiting - she eagerly seated herself before the Flower-Dragon, legs spread, and reached down to pull her thick, fleshy labia apart.

Bloeze grinned up at her, obviously recognizing her fellow believer, and requiring no prompting to recall what it was that the bearkin so ardently desired. She let her tongue dance over the juicy, spread-open pussy only briefly, thus, before raising the tip of her tongue to caress the thumb-sized, throbbing clit above. Between those two points, a tiny circle seemed to throb and twitch in expectation... before the agile tongue-tip found it, and pushed its way inexorably inside. The bearkin groaned in feverish desire as she felt the hot, wet, muscular tongue penetrate her tight peehole, deeper and deeper, until at last the tip of it broke through into her bladder.

The Flower-Dragon seemed to shudder slightly as she tasted the bearkin's pungent pee directly from its ultimate source, tongue-tip completely submerged in it within the capacious bladder. It was honestly hard to tell which one of them was enjoying it more as Bloeze steadily tongue-fucked the bearkin's urethra - the pastel-red Flower-Dragon certainly seemed to cum more times throughout the process, but then_she_ was also assisted by the continued efforts of a succession of lovers behind her, including the preacher himself who, as ever, was eagerly throwing himself into the Gospel along with his flock.

The bearkin, meanwhile, only enjoyed two orgasms courtesy of the tongue-based urethral penetration - which was actually a bit of a faux pas, since you were supposed to cede your place and rotate through the orgy with every climax, so as to 'spread the love' as widely as possible. The unusual display, however, aroused and captivated those watching it sufficiently that no-one seemed inclined to call the bearkin out on this breach. The same was true for the next one who stepped up before Bloeze once the bearkin had finally, reluctantly, risen and padded off to enjoy somebody else's company for a bit.

Male centaur were hardly a rarity in any Church of the Beastmaker - they had been among the first and most plentiful converts to the cause, after all. But this chap was a bit of a stand-out, as marked by the rainbow's worth of colored armbands that decorated his bulging bicep. A careful reading of them would reveal a simple set of rules - penetrative intercourse in either direction was welcome from any_male_, while females were restricted to oral pleasures in, again, either direction. Of course, the regulars of the congregation all knew him by sight and respected his beliefs, well aware of their source.

He'd been a mighty warrior, once, a member of one of the early Centaur-clan holdouts. His clan's increasing isolation as the majority joined with the Beastmaker's empire and harvested the boons thereof had led him, like many other centaur stallions, to desert - desperate for release after numerous failed attempts at raiding human settlements. He'd found his way to a small Church of the Beastmaker, and entered - as so many others - with the firm determination to simply take advantage of the Gospel of Love, while ignoring the preaching that came before it and staying true to his faith in Thenares.

Needless to say, this resolution had not held up for long - being ultimately replaced by the fervor of the new convert. Finally freed from his misplaced faith in the long-gone Thenares, the realization of how badly his 'divine creator' had treated his creations had led to a radical switch in his sexual preferences. Knowing that Thenares had despised homosexuality, and wanted his creations to be eternally driven by the desperate longing for pussy - be it centaur, human or otherwise - he had sworn off penetrating any woman of any species ever again, devoting himself instead to giving and taking pleasure from other males, relishing in the fact that he could do so despite Thenares' best efforts so long as they weren't centaurs.

Still, in the interest of bonding with the female members of his congregation, he made exceptions for oral sex - whether that meant letting a woman push him to an orgasm with her lips, tongue and tits, filling her stomach with his thick seed, or instead letting his own tongue explore a wet pussy in search of the most sensitive spots, eager to lift her towards a shuddering climax. In Bloeze's case, though, it was something slightly different he was after - something he could get only from her, same as the bearkin. There simply wasn't any other creature - save perhaps the _true_dragons, none of whom had yet been seen to join any church - who had the kind of long, controlled tongue this sort of play required.

Said tongue penetrated the centaur's urethra as easily as it had the bearkin's. Inch by inch, the slick muscle disappeared inside the long, rock-hard horse-cock that hung vibrating before the Flower-Dragon's face, until finally the cockhead itself lay within her beak, the entire length of her tongue embedded within the thick shaft. As the centaur moaned and shuddered above her, she twisted and flexed her tongue, contracting and stretching it, fucking his dick until at last, with a gasping cry, he came. The surge of cum was initially blocked by her tongue, however, as she continued to tease and stimulate his now oversensitive cock for another half-minute - before finally, mercifully, pulling her tongue back and letting the delayed load splash into her wide-open beak, swallowing eagerly.

Less than a handful of creatures were interested in that particular kink, though, with many more simply seeking the more traditional oral pleasures she could so readily dish out. While her tongue labored, though, her tailhole was labored over, and the smaller races gave way to the larger. Towards the end of the Gospel, even as most of the room wound down, churchgoers collapsing into messy, sweaty piles, she remained constantly besieged, ass-reamed over and over by a seemingly endless procession of horny centaur males who found her tailhole to have just the right balance of tightness and flexibility for a perfect ride. It was deep and tough enough that they didn't have to hold back and exercise self-control like with human women, too - indeed, they could pound the significantly smaller Flower-Dragon as forcefully as they liked, and still she never cried in anything but pleasure.

Eventually, however, the Gospel of Love was at an end, and the still-naked preacher - somewhat sweaty but still looking as vibrant as ever - spoke the final benediction before sending them on their way. As usual, those who did not need to get dressed were the first out the door, Bloezerinne among them despite her somewhat awkward and bow-legged walk. The streets outside were crowded, but not overly so, in the lazy afternoon sunlight of early autumn. When the church had been built originally, it had been at the very outskirts of the Capital - but the exceedingly fast growth of the city itself, aided by the many construction-mages who had gathered to assist with the building of the Palace, and who largely weren't shy about picking up lucrative side-contracts, had caused the church to be swiftly swallowed up.

Fortunately, the leaders of the Church had noticed this rapid spread in time to claim a large, empty parcel of land nearby, where the foundations of the Grand Basilica had already been laid, the walls rising slow but steady from it, promising to one day soar to the very skies. Being an active construction-site, where massive, squared-off stones could sometimes be seen hovering around in midair - propelled only by the razor-sharp concentration of a nearby mage - it was of course off-limits to the general public, but its sheer size and proximity to the heavily-trafficked Church of the Beastmaker meant that churchgoers often spurned those restrictions in order to cross some reasonably empty corner of the site on their way to or from services.

Bloeze was no different, padding along across a corner of the site that was currently mostly occupied by temporary sheds filled with construction-materials - only to pause as a coarse, amused-sounding voice called out. "Hey, red! Nice to see you again! I was starting to think you were avoiding us or something..." Emerging from behind one of the sheds was a muscular and rather sweaty centaur, the carrying-harness on his back currently empty. Quite a few of the centaurs who had chosen to pass on the general migration to the Southern Continent, preferring to instead integrate into human cities and culture, had settled in either the Capital or nearby Mosvaruch - and those who'd decided not to seek a position as a suitably open-minded noblewoman's Concubine, nor the less restrictive but also seedier life of an 'escort' working for one of the two cities growing number of brothels, were largely earning their wages in the transport-industry, using their sturdy, equine frames to carry heavy loads through the densely-populated cities with more speed and reliability that a man with a cart or a pack-horse could hope to match.

Several such porters were employed by the Church of the Beastmaker for the Basilica construction-project, and most of them were happy to take advantage of the nearby church to get their needs seen to. A few, however, stubbornly resisted the lure of the church, preferring to seek their daily release somewhere they could get it without a side-order of religion. It probably wasn't due to any lingering affection for their divine creator, Thenares, or they would have followed the general migration to seek the kind of glory and bloodshed that he would have approved of there, instead of settling here among the children of Mother Belah. Instead, they just seemed to have adopted a stubbornly independent streak, perhaps as a way to compensate for the loss of the close tribal bonds they'd grown up with...

The centaur who'd just trotted out from behind the shed - followed by two others close behind, all grinning broadly - were of this type. Bloeze smiled pleasantly up at them. "Oh, certainly not - I have merely been forced to leave the city on business recently, and only returned last night. If you think I have given up on showing you the true glory of the Beastmaker and all that she stands for, I can assure you that I have not." The centaur who'd originally hailed her whinnied in amusement. "Not an ounce of quitter in you, is there? Well, 's good that you're back - an old tribemate of mine moved here recently, but when I told him about you, he thought I was making it up... and then you stopped coming by, so I couldn't prove it!"

Nudging one of the other two centaurs with his elbow, he made a sharp gesture with his head. "Hey, go fetch Clytaron! I wanna rub his face in bein' right. Don't worry, we'll keep a place for you..." The centaur glanced over at Bloeze for a moment, then sighed, shrugged, and trotted off in the indicated direction. The other two, meanwhile, started towards a nearby storage-shed, while she placidly followed. "Now then, how 'bout we pick up where we left off, li'l missionary?" One of the remaining centaurs laughed. "I believe you were teaching us some gospels..."

The pastel-red flower-dragon spent the next two hour and change in the small, dusty storage-shed, draped across a sack of mortar that left her at just the right height for the centaurs. They laughed at the state of her tailhole, as they always did - loose and twitchy from the reaming it had received in church, dripping with the cum of half a dozen different races. Their amusement didn't stop them from riding said tailhole with ruthless force, however - fucking her more violently than any of her churchmates dared, taking advantage of her elevated position to get the best possible angle and put all of their vast mass behind every thrust.

The mortar-sacks also provided a place for the centaurs to place their hooves, of course, letting them 'mount' her properly instead of simply standing over her. This had the added advantage of leaving her head poking out between the front legs of the stallion currently mounting her, so that the previous resident of her worn-out tail-hole could trot up to it and present his tool - dripping with cum of various viscosities, mined from the depths of her rectum - to her tongue. The two centaurs had traded off twice like this - each depositing a hefty load in her already packed intestines and getting himself cleaned off before mounting her again - by the time the third one returned with a fourth, unfamiliar face in tow.

Bloeze gasped audibly as her last lover climbed off and stepped aside, letting her roll over on her back to see who'd just entered. 'Clytaron' proved to be a head taller than any of the other three, his human torso massively muscled while his equine parts were built like a heavy draft-horse, with powerful tree-trunk legs and a thick, fuzzy coat. "Huh. Guess you weren't just pulling my legs..." he commented as he looked down at her splayed-open form, cum oozing freely from her gaping tailhole. "Still, you sure she can handle me? Looks kind of... small." The stallion who'd just jumped off her grinned and nodded. "Don't worry, we've loosened her up for you... and it's not like a devoted servant of the Beastmaker would hesitate to share the good word with a new pilgrim just 'cuz he's a bit on the large side, hey?"

The last bit was clearly directed at Bloeze, who swallowed, nodded, and spread her legs for the towering stallion, still on her back. "Please, by all means... I am eager to share the Gospel of Love with another lonely soul..." she declared, somewhat breathlessly. Clytaron clearly didn't need more prompting than that, and moment later his massive hooves raised twin clouds of white powder as they slammed into the sack beside her. His cock was fully in proportion to his body, a massive column of fully-erect and rock-hard horse-meat, dangling heavily beneath his haunches. Bloeze swallowed again as the hefty thing came closer, rubbing against her already-sore tailhole, pushing the gaping sphincter to stretch farther yet with its vast girth.

In the end, it did fit inside her, right up to the radial ring that represented the traditional penetration-limit of a centaur stallion - other centaurs often managed to push a bit deeper than that, but in this case, it was clearly coming up against the hard limits of her body. She was twitching and gasping as she felt the massive meat-rod fill her intestines, and when he pulled out, her sphincter only reluctantly allowed the thick, veiny tool to pass. A small quantity of blood clung to it along with other juices, suggesting that here and there, a blood-vessel had burst under the strain - but it was hardly a worrying amount, and the flower-dragon herself made no protests. Thus, with a shrug, Clytaron fucked her, just as roughly and violently as his fellows had before.

Over and over, they pounded her ass - filling it with cum until it bubbled out around the edges with every insertion, drooling from the bottom edge of her gaping tailhole to stain the sacks beneath her. Over and over, their stained shafts - dripping with cum, blood-traces and her own anal secretions - were presented to her beak, where she readily curled her agile tongue around them, cleaning them thoroughly, swallowing down every drop of the slimy cocktail. She made no complaints and set no limits, save those enforced by her metallic chastity-belt. Instead, she simply allowed the four centaur stallions to fuck her over and over, until they had tired themselves out and left their heavy, potent balls dangling empty under their rears, exhausted from producing so much thick cum.

Only then did the four of them saunter tiredly out of the shed, groaning and rubbing their necks and grumbling about the work they still needed to finish today. Their unofficial leader threw a glance over his shoulder as he left, taking in the way she laid splayed-open, tailhole gaping wide and gurgling as the packed-in cum oozed out of it, edges red and sore. "Been nice catchin' up with you, Red..." he taunted. "By all means come back for some more religious education anytime. I think you're really starting to get through to us!"

Bloeze didn't reply, but then he hadn't been expecting one either. Once he and his fellows had left, however, she finally stirred, grimacing, apparently not quite as exhausted as she had initially appeared. For another minute or so, she simply remained where she was, lying on her back breathing slowly, pulling herself back together again. Then her tail curved up between her hind legs, bending double, the flower-bud at the tip dangling heavy. With an expression of intense concentration, the flower-dragon guided this bulbous tip into her widely-gaping anus... at which point something strange happened. For a moment, it seemed as if the bulb was growing, expanding vastly, filling the cum-choked gap and simultaneously pulling itself loose from the tail it grew from.

Then the moment passed, and the tail uncurled, twitching slightly. The bud still hung where it had always been, unchanged and unstained. Meanwhile, beneath the tail, a neat little tail-hole could be barely seen, entirely unremarkable and bearing no signs of recent use. Not a drop of cum or anything else appeared to be leaking from it, either. With a fresh groan, the flower-dragon then rolled over, got her feet under her, and marched out of the shed, her belly looking slightly distended somehow. It wasn't anything that might draw attention, of course - merely something that might suggest a large, recent meal.

Leaving the construction-site behind, she crossed a street that wasn't as busy as it had been before she entered the shed - it was early evening by now, and the shadows were growing long. Glancing up at the setting sun, Bloeze grimaced and mumbled to herself. "I'm going to be late for dinner at this rate... better get a move on." Fortunately, there was an empty backyard nearby, she knew from experience, and quickly waddled towards it. As usual, the place was abandoned, the nearby houses belonging to various clerks, secretaries and low-ranking bureaucrats who tended to find themselves working late most days.

Once she was confident that no-one was watching, she spread out her flower-petal wings. Female flower-dragons could not fly, of course - their wings were too small, and the muscles that controlled them too weak. Only the males and the rare drones could attain full, controlled flight. Still, the females' wings served just fine for gliding - which, combined with their claws and climbing-skills, was more than enough to provide abundant mobility in their native jungle-environment.

Bloeze had not, apparently, been informed of this. After batting her wings a few times, she leaped into the air and rapidly gained altitude, circling a few times over the empty buildings before going higher yet. If anyone spotted her now, they would - assuming they were even aware of the female flower-dragons' limitations - likely just conclude that she was a male flower-dragon, the other details that distinguished the genders being impossible to spot at this range.

Higher and higher she rose, beyond what even a skilled flower-dragon drone like Orichaniel would normally have been capable of achieving. High enough that the entirety of the Capital, with its stately mansions, expansive shopping-districts, tightly packed office-buildings, and countless construction-sites was spread far below her like the contents of a child's tipped-over toybox. Up there, she looked around carefully once more, making sure that no griffons or - worse -dragons were sharing those dizzying altitudes with her.

Once she was confident that she was well out of sigh, she bowed her head and recited, under her breath, the requisite command. "I humbly beg to return to my Mistress' domain." In the blink of an eye - though no eyes save hers were present, of course - the female flower-dragon Bloezerinne ceased to be. Floating on the updraft where she had been was instead a rather small, red-scaled dragon, looking himself over to make sure that the powerful illusion, crafted by the mighty Kirin, Korlin, and bound into a small, engraved pendant that dangled from his collar, had fully disappeared.

Of course, even now, illusions surrounded him - ensuring that none save a small handful of individuals could see the collar in question, nor the gleaming, metallic cage that surrounded the soft cock that dangled beneath his flanks. Nor, indeed, the crystal-glass surface of the hefty butt-plug that currently filled his aching anus, showing anyone who happened to be behind him a prime view of the sheer quantity of cum that he'd been pumped full of, along with an optional magical readout of every male who had so used him, sorted by race.

Having ascertained that he did, indeed, look like a dragon again, Rubicundus began to descend from his current altitude, swooping down towards the Palace with a tired smile on his lips, eager to present himself to his Mistress and again bask in her radiant presence. He had fulfilled his orders once more, after all - training his body so that he could better observe his duties as a Concubine, demonstrating his complete shamelessness and willingness to service anyone who called upon him, regardless of race or gender. Perhaps she would compliment him, pat him on the head, or even call him a good boy, he thought with a shudder as he dove towards the octagonal park in the middle of the palace - the Seraglio, his home - and beneath him, his cock unfolded, hardened, and straightened... while the gleaming cage that surrounded it followed suit.

Comfortably ensconced in her favorite chair, Sayn leaned back, sighed, and looked out the window with a morose expression on her face. She really should be getting ready for Rubicundus' return. Even if he'd taken the usual 'side-trip' after services, he'd likely be back soon. But for now, she was feeling morose [repeat] and thoughtful, so instead she just sat there, looking out at the inexorable march of time - as represented by the steady browning of the leaves that covered the carefully-trimmed trees of the Seraglio's central garden. Mostly, though, she was thinking of the campaign she'd just returned from. The Thenarian Subjugation, people were already calling it - and she couldn't really argue with the terminology.

She still wasn't sure if she'd been playing directly into Cybra's hands - or rather, stony little hooves. Had it intended, from the start, to push her into personally leading the campaign? Or had it genuinely expected her to approve of the plan it had put together for dealing with the Thenarians? Remembering that document still sent a cold shiver up her spine. The mental image painted by the dry language of that 'battle-plan' had been a truly terrifying one. An entire army of dragons, sweeping across the Thenarian archipelago island by island, flying wingtip to wingtip across each of them as they bathed the land in their inescapable, fiery breath. Every last island, burned right down to the bedrock, with nowhere to hide and nothing to eat for anyone who somehow managed to survive. The sheer fury of a dragon's breath ensured that even if someone sought to escape the approaching holocaust by jumping into a river or pond, they'd simply wind up boiled instead of roasted. It had even suggested sending out Griffon scouts to do a grid-based search of the surrounding waters in order to spot any Thenarian longships that might have been out there at the time of the attack, so that a dragon could be tasked with burning them right down to the waterline too.

It was a plan, not for subjugation, but for genocide. The complete and utter annihilation of the Thenarian people and culture, save for any incidental expatriates who might have already abandoned the tribalistic raiders and submerged themselves in the continental human society. It would - as Cybra had said with a shrug when she demanded, stiff with shock, to know what it had been thinking_when it put the plan together - have 'sent a clear message'. A show of force, demonstrating to both continents just what she was capable of now that she had _dragons at her fingertips. It would have been expensive, of course, since all of the dragons involved would have to be offered a hefty tax-credit for their aid - but, by the ice-cold calculations of the document itself, it would still be far cheaper than any of the possible alternatives.

She'd ripped the document apart, then and there. Then, she had gathered her Consorts - her friends, lovers and advisers - in the recently-completed conference-room adjoining the Seraglio, and together with them, made a new plan. One that would, indeed, be several times more expensive than the original, and which would require the cooperation of most of the people under her dominion. Some of those people wouldn't be coming home. She'd known that, even before Cybra reminded her. Its plan had been ruthless, pitiless, merciless, yes - but it would also guarantee _zero_casualties. There was nothing the Thenarians could really do to dragons in flight, after all.

The reason she suspected that her reaction had been entirely planned, though, was the slight, sardonic smile that had played across its sheep-like wooden face when she corrected it. The original plan would cause enormous casualties - just not on their side. The Thenarians, however misguided, however fanatical, however stubborn, were still human. They were thinking, sentient beings, each a unique and irreplaceable individual. To burn them out as one might an infestation of ants was simply... out of the question. Another, slower approach would be needed, one that would ultimately have far fewer casualties if one counted both sides of the conflict.

And so it had been. It had taken an entire month, not counting all the time spent preparing, mobilizing forces, transporting soldiers to the battlefield, and marshaling the supplies to feed them - not to mention the money to pay them. Indeed, most of those soldiers were still not home - it would take weeks yet before all of the ships that had heeded her call and arrived at the Thenarian Archipelago to participate in the campaign returned home. _She_merely had the advantage of an eagerly submissive draconic steed, allowing her to flit to and fro the battlefield with remarkable speed and security. Compared to Rubicundus, her old conveyance - the 'Great Flying Beast' that she had worked so hard on and been so proud of - was sadly obsolete, and now gathered dust in her workshop.

Lutra and Thielwen had followed her to the battlefield and back on griffon, which was arguably faster - albeit an argument one should not have within earshot of a griffon, a dragon or, gods forbid, both -_with Orichaniel and K'teshi naturally flying along under their own power. Neither option, alas, had been available for Slira or Aishee, since the former was too large and the later too... _wet, was perhaps the best way to put it, Sayn thought with some amusement. Hence, her Seraglio was currently short two members. Aishee had swum all the way from the Great Bay to the Thenarian Archipelago along with the force of Merfolk marines that her father had readily sent to assist - they'd proven as invaluable as predicted, overwhelming any Thenarian longship or smaller canoe that dared brave the waves, cutting the various islands and tribes off from one another, preventing them from effectively uniting against the invaders.

Slira, meanwhile, was currently aboard a swift clipper bound for the Capital's still-growing harbor-district - she'd spent quite a bit of time on ships lately, having first sailed back to the Southern Continent to rally some of her fellow Sharpteeth, then subsequently traveling back north aboard a couple of capacious transport-ships freed up from the migration-fleet now that it had largely finished its purpose. They had been the last of the Imperial forces to arrive, unsurprisingly, but had more than made up for it at that point - not only were Slira's fellow Sharpteeth Sirrush _eminently_deadly, they were also completely independent, capable of ranging out across the jungle-islands without any kind of support or supply once they had landed.

More than their deadliness, however, their value as a weapon of psychological warfare had likely been the straw that broke the Thenarians' will to fight. The archipelago's natives were superlative jungle-fighters, well accustomed to facing off against one another in the frequent inter-tribal conflicts, and previous attempts to punish them for their raids had always foundered on that particular reef - within the teeming jungles of their home islands, any invader was soon surrounded and destroyed, even as they struggled to even survive among the plethora of small, venomous critters and gnawing jungle-diseases.

But the Sirrush had trashed that precedent. They were every bit as accustomed to jungles as the Thenarians, and their natural weaponry was far more deadly than the cruel blades that the Thenarian warriors usually crafted by embedding razor-sharp obsidian discs into lengths of tough jungle-wood. They also didn't need to worry about their supplies rotting in the jungle heat, for reasons Sayn would rather not dwell on - and the way they'd so often cheerfully opened an ambush by declaring that they were under orders to accept any surrender, but would really rather if they didn't take them up on that, since they all looked so deliciously lean and chewy...

And thus, the Thenarians had capitulated. Tribe after tribe had thrown down their weapons, and the islands were now under imperial occupation. A few scattered tribes had stubbornly fought to the bitter end, their surviving population now prisoners of war. Either way, there would be no more Thenarian raids along the continental coastline, and save for those tasked with maintaining the occupation, the tired, sweaty soldiers who had made it happen could return triumphantly.

All in all, it hadn't been as bad as she'd feared. She hadn't had that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that had haunted her on so many other battlefields before. Maybe it was just the fact that she hadn't been alone this time... that so many of the people she loved had been by her side, helping to manage and direct _their_people's contribution to the campaign. Before her ascension to the throne, the battlefield had been the one place where her beloved Korlin could not follow, the beautiful Kirin having no choice but to stay well clear of the bloodshed. Indeed, she had stayed back this time too, keeping the wheels of the Empire spinning in her absence along with Cybra - and Achidias, who'd temporarily taken on the role of being their all-round gofer and messenger-boy in order to take some of the load off of them.

The handsome young centaur clearly hadn't been very happy about this arrangement, but he'd also been the first to admit that there was little point in involving either him or the continent's other remaining centaurs in the campaign. On the broad plains, where their equine speed and masterful archery could be used to its fullest extent, the centaurs were an unstoppable terror - but on a jungle-choked island in the southern seas, they'd be worse than useless. Still, it meant that he'd been there to greet her when she returned from the campaign, which was nice - and according to Korlin, he'd more than risen to the occasion, proving to be a remarkably effective go-between with keener instincts than he gave himself credit for. His perceptiveness had seen a small ring of war-profiteers - who had astutely avoided going anywhere near Korlin's infamous Eyes of Wisdom, but hadn't thought to worry about the seemingly simple Centaur Consort - exposed and arrested, and though none of them had committed any trespass worthy of the headsman's time, the massive fines that would be levied against them would provide a nice addition to an Imperial Treasury that looked decidedly leaner than before the campaign.

So, even though she'd been forced to leave some of the people she loved behind in the Seraglio, she had been far from alone during the campaign - in bed or otherwise. And more importantly, this time, it had been her choice to go to war. Always before, she'd been forced to the battlefield - defending herself and occasionally others from aggressors. This time, she'd had a choice - and decided that the battlefield was infinitely preferable to the charnelhouse. She'd walked out there with her head held high, knowing that she was doing a favor for those she was about to fight, even if they'd never understand it.

The sight of a ruby-scaled dragon alighting in the Seraglio garden stirred her from her contemplation, and she cursed under her breath as she jumped out of her comfortable chair to go change. She probably had the time - the fall hadn't really set in yet, despite the fading leaves, so Lutra and Thielwen had been enjoying the mild weather and the shifting colors of the leaves in the garden while taking in a pre-dinner snack. Rubicundus would have to at least stop and share a few polite words with them, giving her enough time to shrug off her soft, fuzzy, sinfully-comfortable robe, and instead strap on a decidedly less comfortable, jet-black underbust corset.

Indeed, by the time he stepped through her door following a polite knock, she was suitably dressed and in character, smiling coldly as he swiftly shrank to dog-like size as soon as the door had swung shut behind him. "I return, blessed as ever to be in your presence, Mistress..." he crooned as he bowed deeply before her. "Welcome back, my pet..." she purred in response, slouching casually on the high-backed, throne-like chair that she favored for these kinds of encounters. "I trust you worked hard to pleasure my flock, like a good little Concubine?"

He nodded eagerly - or as eagerly as he could, considering that his head never strayed more than an inch from the floor. "Certainly, my Mistress. I denied none, nor let any leave my side unsatisfied." Grinning, she nodded as well - though with far more firmness and authority. "As it should be, puppy - as it should be. Now come here, and let me have a closer look at your... _accomplishments."_She summoned his leash to her hand even as he obediently rose and turned around, tail lifted, to let her inspect the magical numbers floating on the mirror-clear surface of his enchanted butt-plug, and with a twist of her wrist, she forced him to swiftly grow large enough that he could stand astride her chair and legs - putting the broad, crystaline base of the plug right in front of her for easy reading.

A swipe of her fingers across the smooth surface caused the numbers to appear as desired, and she could not help but laugh out loud at what she saw. There were quite a few lines on it, by now - thanks to Rubicundus' disguised visits to the local Church, virtually every intelligent race was represented... save, ironically, for the flower-dragons. Even the Sirrush were not absent, since he'd lucked into catching a trade-delegation from the Mhuru-Ngobu attending services during a visit to the capital. Their sheer size had forced the congregation to move the services out into the plaza of the partially-built Basilica, but everyone had been too enthused about their visitors to care - and the Mhuru-Ngobu, mainly members of the ever-diplomatic Longcrest tribe, had gamely tried to live up to expectations despite their obvious discomfiture with the public setting. 'Bloezerinne' had received a fair bit of attention from them thanks to her more familiar semi-reptilian body-type, and as a result the magical readout now had the line 'Sirrush - 5' proudly displayed.

That was, by far, the smallest number on there. Few enough were even still in the tens, among them one that could only be considered a tribute to the sheer thoroughness of the Kirin's incredible shape-shifting powers: 'Animals - 43' it read, not bothering to distinguish between the exact species involved. All of those were_actually_ Korlin in various animal forms, her transformation so complete that even the spells of the black dragon, Aterxeus, could not distinguish them from the real thing. Meanwhile, there was no line for 'Kirin', since she had never mounted him in her true form. There was no reason to do so, either - after all, the point of his sessions with Korlin was to thoroughly humiliate him with the experience of being used by a simple animal, frequently something smelly and dirty that wouldn't have looked out of place in your average farmyard.

The lines were automatically sorted by value, however - and beyond those two low scores, they rose sharply. The line that had first appeared there after he'd received the plug - 'Faun' - had risen tremendously, and currently read well over two hundred. Some of those were from his continuing 'training' with Silas, but most were from the church's handful of faun members. Beastkin, griffons and, of course, humans also held respectable scores in the hundreds. No line for the merfolk either, alas - the current Capital Church lacked a canal to it that would allow the merfolk to participate in services there, though one was being carved out for the new Basilica, and even those churches that did have such facilities only ever saw mer_maids_ visit. Mermen, after all, had effectively zero sex-drive outside of the extremely rare mating-seasons... absent some highly potent aphrodisiacs, of course.

The 'Elf' line was fairly new, meanwhile - there still weren't that many elves integrating into human society or attending the Church of the Beastmaker, though she'd heard that the worship of her was taking off among them all the same, what with the whole 'saving them from a slow extinction' deal. They were simply a bit too focused on breeding up a new, long-awaited generation of elven children right now to really focus on 'singing the Gospel'... but there were always rare exceptions, and since the Capitol Church had acquired an elven Preacher, Rubicundus had swiftly acquired said line with a steadily-rising number beyond it. It was still only in the low 30's, mind, ranking it between Sirrush and Animals on the 'scoreboard'.

That, however, left one line... the one that had made her laugh out loud. At the very top, it proudly declared 'Centaur - 999', confirming her suspicion that Aterxeus hadn't bothered to make room for four figures. The number had been steadily rising towards that prospective limit since 'Bloezerinne' had joined the Church of the Beastmaker, thanks to the large number of horny centaur stallions who attended services there - and who were particularly fond of the 'flower-dragon' due to her ability to handle them without any of the restraint they normally had to practice, as well as her willingness to accommodate every last one of them, every service, without complaint. Most female churchgoers tended to try and limit their 'intake' of centaur-cock, often out of worry that they might become too loose otherwise - but the pastel-red 'flower-dragon' clearly had no such compunctions. Adding the more irreligious centaurs from the nearby construction-site - who tended to give 'her' a chance to proselytize to them after virtually every service - to that equation, and you got a number that went up _really_fast.

"Congratulations, my slutty little pet..." she said out loud after her laughter had died away. "The number of centaurs you have pleasured with your once-tight ass has risen over one thousand - and since that is as high as this display goes, that makes the exact number literally uncountable. Of course, I hardly needed the counter to tell me that... I can see a fair few dozen oozing around right in front of my face." Indeed, the surface behind the floating numbers was largely covered in thick, white goo - the accumulated cum-intake of the submissive dragon's ass from both the church-service and the subsequent 'Gospel-singing' with the hardworking Centaurs outside, locked in by the watertight plug, which of course he was not allowed to remove without her express permission.

There was no magic compelling that particular point, a fact she rather enjoyed. Indeed, Rubicundus could pull out the plug at any time just by poking the tip of his tail into the enchanted, crystalline surface of the base, which would cause it to shrink down to a size that could be easily removed. Granted, it was then stuck to the tip of his tail until he reinserted it, rather resembling the bulb at the tip of a flower-dragon's tail - a fact that had inspired the creation of 'Bloezerinne' - but all the same, he could freely remove it from his churning, cum-packed ass. He just wasn't allowed to, and he followed her orders in that regard without error or hesitation.

She chuckled as he shuddered slightly in front of her, clearly digesting what she'd just told him. "Perhaps, someday, all of the numbers will hit that ceiling..." she suggested airily, and then reached down to caress his caged cock. It was rock-hard, of course, and jumped at her touch, jerking and shivering in a way that made it clear that he'd once again reached a potential climax, broken into nothingness by the thick metal rod filling his urethra. These days, even the most casual touch from her seemed to have that effect. He groaned slightly, no doubt feeling the internal pressure mount - as it would continue to do until he once again submitted to another bout of bestial humiliation at Korlin's hands in return for the magical easing thereof.

"And how many times have you cum today, my pet?" She asked, despite the answer being manifestly obvious. "None, Mistress..." He replied promptly, his voice slightly thick. Grinning, she let her hand move up his caged shaft to the scaly bulge of his ballsack, cupping them in her hand. "Indeed? How long has it been, then, since you last reached a full orgasm?" She asked, her voice studiedly casual. With a slight pant, he replied. "two months... and four days, Mistress." She nodded, despite being well outside his field of vision. That sounded about right.

The cock-cage was designed to be wearable in a semi-permanent fashion, of course. That was the whole point of it - for all the features the previous model had possessed, it had still been something that could be worn only for a handful of hours at a time. This one, though, would shift with the hardening or softening of the shaft, even following it into the sheath if need be, and could allow for urination... as well as a particularly humiliating trick involving the injection of donated cum directly into his bladder, in order to simulate ejaculation and thereby prevent any of the other ladies of the Harem from noticing its presence.

Still, when she'd originally put it on him, it had been meant to stay for only a week. Seeing the effect it had on him, though, she'd subsequently decided - 'on a whim' - to extend the period_indefinitely_. It would, essentially, be removed 'when she felt like it'. Both she and Korlin had watched him closely since then, waiting to see when the restriction would become too much, the denied pleasure too great. They were still waiting. In truth, she fiercely missed the feeling of his scorching-hot cum shooting into her ass or, now that he was officially a Concubine, her pussy... but that wasn't the point. The collar, the leash, the plug, the cage - they were there for his benefit, his pleasure, not hers.

Chuckling, she squeezed his balls. "Is this really the same horny little puppy who, not so long ago, couldn't go even a week without emptying these, hmm?" He groaned, legs vibrating slightly but remaining fully spread - happy to let her do whatever she liked to the sensitive little bulge. "I have grown under your benevolent tutelage, Mistress..." he finally replied, sounding a bit choked up. "I am but a Concubine. My body exists to give pleasure to others. The only pleasure I require is to simply be in Your radiant presence..." Sighing, she shook her head and applied all of her strength to the hard, scaly bulge in her hand. She wasn't nearly strong enough to do him any actual damage like this, but the past months had left his balls intensely sore and sensitive, so it didn't really take much to make his knees buckle and the breath catch in his throat. "Always the smooth-talker..." she said casually. "But do not forget that basking in my presence is a privilege, not a right."

"Never, Mistress!" he managed to gasp out, legs and tail alike vibrating with the restrained impulse to deny her access to the scaly sack she was so casually gripping. With a chuckle, she released it and instead moved her hand back down to the caged cock. "Always good to hear... now, do go get ready for dinner, it shall be served shortly. You will need to make some room for it. Walkies..." The command-word activated an invisible countdown in the cock-cage - ten minutes from now, he'd be emptying his bladder whether he wanted to or not, and under these circumstances he had implicit permission to empty his gut at the same time. Panting, he stepped away from her, spun around, and bowed once more. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." Such a declaration might have sounded rather sarcastic coming from anyone else, but in his mouth, it clearly came from the heart.

As he quickly left through the magically-opening door, heading back towards his underground den in order to make use of its suitably dragon-sized toilet-hole, she pondered the fact that, on top of being denied an unbroken orgasm, his purely biological needs had also_been fully in her hands for the past two months. Her touch was needed to activate the cage's internal tube, allowing him to pee, and he would not remove the plug from his ass unless she told him he could._He seemed deliriously happy with this arrangement, but to her, it was just an additional stress-factor on top of maintaining the necessary level of majestic domination. She couldn't allow him to be parted from her for too long, lest his bladder overfill and potentially burst...

During the campaign, things had actually been easier to maintain rather than, as she had feared, harder. With less time spent on hedonistic pursuit, it hadn't been necessary to do the daily cum-injections for his bladder that maintained the illusion for the rest of the Harem, for starters. With no church-congregation available to fill his asshole with jizz, there also wasn't any reason to keep the plug in him, enabling her to drop that from the ensemble - though she had toyed with the idea of having 'Bloezerinne' approach some of the male flower-dragons that had joined the campaign, to see if he could add one more line to the counter. Ultimately, it just hadn't been a very good idea, though - impressive though the disguise was, it was still just an illusion, and no matter how much he looked like a female flower-dragon, a genuine specimen would likely have been able to tell that something was off based on smell, taste, behavior, or some other, similarly subtle factors. The rarity of flower-dragons in general outside of Hope and their private, floating island was really the only reason he'd been able to pull off the deception for so long with the Capital's regular citizens.

Now, though, they were back home, and she really wasn't looking forwards to going through the whole shebang every day. The campaign may not have been as bad as she'd feared, but she was still tired- in body and soul. No matter how much Rubicundus was masochistically enjoying his current plight... it had to end soon. He'd just have to live with a slightly less restrictive level of submission for a while, she decided - even a merciful Mistress sometimes needed a break. Still, removing the cage after so long needed to be done in a suitably dramatic fashion... hrm. Maybe it was time. Yes... now, while the weather still held! They'd need space for it, and once the autumn weather started up properly, that'd be in short supply. She'd have to wait for Aishee and Slira to make it back from the front, of course, but once they did... a naughty smile spread across her face as she stripped off the black corset and got dressed for dinner. Unless something went terribly wrong, Rubicundus would receive all the domination his masochistic little heart could desire, and she would get the break she needed.

A week later, her Harem was complete once more - Slira's clipper had made good time, ensuring that she arrived mere hours after Aishee had emerged through the underground tunnel to the bay, a living reminder that even the finest of human shipbuilding-technology couldn't quite_keep up with a mermaid in a hurry. It would still take several more weeks for everyone _else who had fought beside them in the Thenarian Subjugation to make it home - heavily-laden troop-ships weren't quite as fast, after all - but already the Empire was winding down from its brief wartime footing. The prices of various important goods were stabilizing again in marketplaces throughout the Empire, and plans were already being circulated through the Senate for a suitable monument to memorialize the campaign... and those who had fallen to it.

There was little doubt that Sayn's original estimation had held true - the lives lost on both sides combined were far less than if the Thenarians had simply been burned out. This, however, was likely a faint comfort to the families of those who had been lost - or, for that matter, those who had returned with injuries too grave for the Healers to truly correct, leaving them crippled for life. Still, Sayn had been gratified to discover that even without her direct intervention, the Imperial Bureaucracy had allotted a generous pension for both the cripples and the dependents of the fallen soldiers - indeed, this expense had been part of the original calculation for the campaign's budget. Those who had lost limbs or family due to her own stubborn morality would neither starve, nor lack for a roof over their heads.

Life thus returned to normal, while the region around the Great Bay basked in one of those delightful early-autumn periods of almost summerlike weather. Neither the clear skies nor the pleasant temperatures would last for long, but it at least seemed likely that the Sirrush-laden transport-ships would make it back to the Southern Continent with their passengers well before the storm-season was liable to begin - thanks in no small part to the various ship-building and -handling innovations that had been made in the aftermath of the Southern Revolt. Throughout the region, people gathered in parks and on beaches - though the water was already far too cool for swimming, unless you belonged to the Merfolk - and enjoyed the weather in all its transience.

The Seraglio in the middle of the Beastmaker's Palace was no exception, ensuring that Sayn didn't need to make any kind of call or proclamation in order to gather all of her Consorts in the garden. Instead, she merely needed to request that they temporarily refrain from further sexual activity, causing a couple of small but promising knots of carnal pleasure to disentangle themselves with varying expressions of surprise, worry and curiosity. With Rubicundus standing close by her side, swallowing repeatedly as he tried not to look too nervous, she waited by the edge of the pond for all them to gather and looked around at their expectant faces.

"Now, I'll try to be brief..." she started, flashing them all a smile. "We all want to make the most of this lovely weather, after all. However, there's something you all need to know - a secret_that I have already kept from you all for far too long!" Curiosity was the dominant emotion on the nine faces lined up before her by now - her demeanor had already made it clear that the news weren't anything _bad, and indeed might well turn out to be something quite good. But what could it possibly be? They all lived so closely together, sharing everything, after all...

"Obviously, I do not enjoy keeping secrets from the people I love..." she continued, feeling a mischievous delight in dragging the reveal out as long as possible. "...though I cannot deny finding a certain amusement in it, from time to time. Of course, Korlin has known all along, and kept the secret magnificently considering that she literally cannot tell a lie!" Korlin, who was standing nearby, just waiting for Sayn to finish playing for the gallery and give her the signal, grinned and nodded.

"On top of that, a little bird told me that Orichaniel has just about figured it out, and Slira at least harbors some suspicions... but the rest of you still haven't the foggiest idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Orichaniel nodded knowingly, while Slira scratched her chin thoughtfully with a clawed hand, eyes lingering on Rubicundus. Elsewhere, however, the curiosity was verging into frustration, culminating in Lutra finally leaping up from the pond's edge where she'd been sitting. "Argh! I can't take this tension anymore!" She cried. "Will you pleeaaaaase just tell us already!?"

Laughing delightedly at the pleading tone, Sayn obediently relented, and nodded. "All right, all right, I won't keep you in suspense anymore... Korlin my love, if you would?" Korlin, smiling mischievously, snapped her fingers - likely an unnecessary gesture, but also an effective one. In a flash, the illusion that concealed Rubicundus' various adornments fell... or rather, those gathered before him were made exempt from it, enabling them to finally see the collar that their eyes had simply skipped over for so long. Well, the collar... and the leash, leading to Sayn's hand... and various other things. Rubicundus was, of course, still wearing his cock-cage, and indeed was fully erect and rock hard within it - giving those standing low enough to the ground to look beneath his flanks a real eyeful. The magical butt-plug was also still in, though no-one was at an angle to see it currently. For this momentous occasion, however, a more rarely-used adornment had been broken out - a leather muzzle, its strips of darkened leather encircling his majestic maw, effectively silencing him while also driving home the canine implications of the collar.

Several jaws, unconstrained by muzzles, hit the ground. Eyes opened wide in astonishment. Orichaniel chuckled and nodded, while Slira laughed. "I_thought_ he seemed strangely eager to please..." she declared. While everyone else was still trying to pick their dropped jaws off the ground, Sayn gave the leash a twist, prompting Rubicundus to obediently shrink down to the size of a large dog beside her, while also shifting his pose to a more canine sitting-position... which just incidentally exposed his caged cock to those who had not been able to see it previously. "That's right!" she declared. "The proud and mighty dragon, Rubicundus, is in truth just my adorable and obedient little pet... or he was, until quite recently, when he proved himself worthy of taking on the title of Concubine."

While her Consorts gathered their thoughts and tried to catch up with this sudden turn of event, she gave them all a quick rundown of the circumstances - Rubicundus was an eagerly masochistic submissive, happily serving as her dog, but had proven himself worthy of expanding his duties to that of a Concubine, thus putting him on par with Silas. The secrecy that had initially surrounded his role was thus going to be reduced - they still needed to make sure that no word of it reached dragonkind in general, but he could hardly serve the Seraglio as an obedient Concubine if its residents did not _know_what he was, could he?

"He's already been thoroughly trained, I assure you..." she continued, while watching her Consorts gradually begin to recover from their disbelief, mixtures of narrow-eyed thoughtfulness and growing horniness visible on various faces. "His tongue and tail-hole are just as talented as his cock at this point, and he will happily put all of them at the disposal of anyone who requests it. If you have any complaints about his skills in the tailhole-department, you may take them up with Silas, who has been tutoring him _vigorously_in that regard..."

Several pairs of eyes jumped to the faun with the revelation that he_had been in the know well before them, and found him standing under a tree nearby, studying his nails with intense concentration. "I'm pretty sure you won't find anything to complain about, honestly..." he said lazily without looking up. Sayn giggled at his blase attitude, then grinned at her still visibly astounded Consorts. "So there you have it. From now on, please treat Rubicundus as you would Silas - or perhaps not _quite, seeing as Silas is now the_senior_ Concubine of this Seraglio, and thus due a touch more respect than his understudy. Point is, feel free to make full use of his services whenever you like! The gate to his den, incidentally, will no longer be shielded as of today - other than when he is serving me directly, he will be available for your use every hour of every day."

By the time she'd finished explaining how he might, at times, be wearing one of several urethra-blocking cock-cages and thus unable to serve up hot cumloads on command, but that his butt-plug was removable at any point on request, the Consorts had just about managed to get their minds spinning again. Even so, nobody was leaping forwards, eager to start giving the crimson-scaled dragon orders, and after a moment of hesitation, Sayn trailed off and sighed. "Well, it seems like I might have to give you all a demonstration so that you can see for yourselves just what kind of creature our dear Rubi really is..." she declared ominously, glancing down at the dog-sized dragon who'd sat faithfully by her side so far. Reaching down, she undid and removed his muzzle, freeing his mouth for future use. "Turn around and assume the position." she then commanded.

As he did so, she allowed him to grow a bit larger - still far smaller than the size he usually wore when out among the other Consorts, but more 'pony' than 'dog'. 'The position', of course, was head on the ground, hind legs spread and stretched, tail raised - fully exposing his cock, balls and tailhole and giving the Consorts their first look at the magical plug. For the moment, it was simply showing the pulsating insides of his ass, carefully cleaned for the occasion, but a touch of her finger called up the readout. "These are just the males he has serviced with his tailhole." She made clear. "And that is only one of the many, many ways he will happily serve you all."

Standing beside him, she reached over and once again cupped the scaly bulge of his ballsack. "How are these feeling today, my pet?" she asked pleasantly. Rubicundus groaned, then hesitantly spoke up - talking as his true self in front of others for the first time. "Quite sore and sensitive, Mistress." She nodded. "Why might that be?" Swallowing something, he replied - a bit less hesitant this time. "Because I have not been allowed to reach climax for the past two months and eleven days, Mistress." This caused a bit of a stir among the rapt audience, which was only reinforced when she gave the sack a slight squeeze, prompting a choked moan and some visible tremors running along the upraised tail. "Any other possible factors?" She queried lightly. "Lady Korlin has not emptied out the accumulated contents with her magic for the past two days, as she usually does at least every other day..." he gasped.

Nodding, Sayn released her grip and took a step back. "So, in conclusion, your testicles are exceptionally sensitive today, making even a slight squeeze quite painful..." she said out loud. Rubicundus swallowed again, and hoarsely replied "Yes, Mistress." He was trembling already, obviously aware of where this was heading. Chuckling, she stepped up to his head - which was resting flush on the ground - and squatted down beside him, petting his head. "I want to make it clear that this is not a punishment..." she whispered to him, though the more sharp-eared of her consorts likely would still be able to overhear. "You have, indeed, been _very_good lately, fully living up to your title as Concubine. This is simply necessary in order to make it clear to them all just what kind of wanton, perverted critter you are. Not that I will not enjoy watching it, of course..."

Drawing a shaky breath in through his wide nostrils, Rubicundus smiled wanly up at her. "You needed not say naught but the last part, Mistress. Merely knowing that it pleases You turns any agony to sheer bliss." She rolled her eyes at this flowery declaration, but still couldn't help but smile. Giving him a final pat on the head, she rose and stepped up to his rear again, gesturing towards Achidias, who'd so far been standing among his peers, scratching his head while trying to make sense of this sudden revelation. "Achidias, if you don't mind - step up here, will you? I've got a short, simple task for you."

She wasn't usually this commanding with her consorts, but at the moment, she was somewhat 'in character' as Rubicundus' ruthless-yet-loving Mistress - and also feeling a tad impatient about their apparent inability to take the news in a stride and just leap right in. Regardless, Achidias obeyed her voice promptly, stepping forwards and getting a better look at Rubicundus' rear end in the process. "_How_many centaurs?!" he mumbled, seemingly to himself, as he squinted at the butt-plug's crystalline base, making Sayn giggle.

Clearing her throat, she then gestured towards the small bulge beneath it that was Rubicundus' scaly nutsack. "It's quite simple, really. I want you to kick, right there. Just one good backhoof swing should do the trick." Achidias' eyes widened as he tore them away from the plug's readout. "You want me to kick a dragon_in the _nuts?" he asked, still sounding rather off-balance. Sayn grinned and nodded. "Why not? It'll probably be a historic first. I doubt any centaur before you have been in a position to do such a thing."

Still Achidias hesitated, brow wrinkled, looking at the draconic rear end rising before him, shifting his hooves on the still-green grass. Sighing, she bent over Rubicundus' head again. "It seems like he's a bit uncertain..." she told him. "Perhaps he is worried about hurting you, or something like that. Well... you know what I desire. Now what will you do about it?" In truth, of course, it was far more likely that what held Achidias' hand - and hoof - was the instinctive recognition that the creature before him could kill him in a dozen different ways within the space of a breath. But the solution was ultimately the same.

"Please... Sir!" Rubicundus called, his voice waving a bit as he raised it. "I beg you, please... kick me. Please kick me in the nuts, as hard as you can! I'll do whatever you wish in return!" Achidias froze in his tracks, while behind him, someone whistled appreciatively. It sounded a bit like Lutra. Thielwen, meanwhile, appeared to be just shy of beginning a round of applause, eyes wide as she watched a fellow submissive pull out all the stops. Shaking out his shoulders, the centaur consort then sighed, ran a hand across his face, and shrugged. "A'right, if that's what it's like... I guess I can lend a hoof."

Spinning his hindquarters around, he twisted his torso to get a good look and took careful aim. Then one of his hind legs lashed out, so quick the eye could hardly follow it - planting its hoof directly atop the scaly bulge of Rubicundus' sore and sensitive sack with crushing force. The reaction was immediate, every other man in the area - which were really just K'teshi and Silas - winced and reflexively crossed their legs while, with a high-pitched cry, the dragon collapsed in the grass, tail and hind legs alike curling protectively around the impact-site. Taking a couple of steps away, Achidias glanced down at the shuddering dragon with some concern, before looking over at Sayn. "I hope you know what you're doing..." he said, quietly but with feeling. She just smiled and nodded. "Trust me." Snorting, Achidias shook his head at this. "I just kicked a dragon in the nuts because you told me to. If there is a greater display of trust than that, I dunno what it would be."

There wasn't much she could say to that, so instead she just turned to watch as Rubicundus finished trembling - and, with a whimper, uncurled his tail and legs. Shakily, still panting, he rose from the grass, straightening up - and resuming the position he'd been in before, his sensitive rear fully exposed. The bulge of his ballsack was gone, though, replaced with a creased patch of scales bearing a visible hoof-mark courtesy of the dirt that had been imprinted there by the impact. While the onlookers gaped anew, Sayn grinned and stepped up beside him again, running a finger over the patch - resulting in fresh whimpers and trembling. "Don't worry... dragons are built tough." She explained. "A heavy enough impact on their most sensitive spot just causes the testes to temporarily slip up into the body-cavity for safe-keeping. A nice little twist presumably meant to protect them from any awkward collisions with the ground."

Indeed, when it came to dragon-balls, it was a longer, repetitive pattern of_lesser_ impacts that was more likely to cause serious harm, as her studies of draconic anatomy had revealed. She'd planned her use of corporeal punishment accordingly - hence, this was not the first time she'd seen his sack flatten like this. On a few previous occasions, when she'd felt he'd earned a deeper and more abiding pain than the regular spankings could provide - and knowing that simply increasing the length or intensity of said paddling could be dangerous - she'd delivered his punishment with a carpenter's mallet from her workshop, producing much the same result that her friends were now seeing. "They'll pop back out in an hour or so, have no fear..." she declared airily, speaking from experience.

She casually began to rub the hoof-shaped mark Achidias had left behind off his scales, prompting fresh whimpers and gasps. Withdrawn though his balls had, they hadn't gone that far. They were less vulnerable now, deeper inside, but they were still right under that particular patch of scaly hide - and if they had been sore and sensitive before, they were obviously twin bundles of incandescent agony at this point. "So there you have it..." she declared, as if she had just concluded some kind of philosophical argument. "Despite the pain, he's still standing as ordered - even if another, similar blow was delivered and knocked him down once more, he would claw his way back up again, so long as the order to maintain this position is not countermanded."

The demonstration, however agonizing, had the intended impact - pushing through the last of the inherent awe most people held for dragons and enabling them to finally see Rubicundus as he truly was. It was no great surprise, either, that K'teshi was the first to step forwards and speak up. "So basically... he'll take orders from _any_of us, and do whatever he's told?" He queried as he circled around Achidias for a better look. Sayn eagerly nodded. "Exactly. He's just a Concubine, after all - a true Consort like yourself has him significantly outranked."

Still, she couldn't just leave it at that, especially not with him, and she knew it. The bad blood between griffons and dragons went back to the Age of Gods. The fact that they were now living under the same Empire, and had mostly stopped cursing under their collective breaths whenever the subject of the other group came up was a minor miracle all by itself. K'teshi and Rubicundus were a case in point - they had lived side-by-side in the Seraglio for half a year now, and there'd been no fighting or backbiting between them. But at the same time, there was nothing else either - the only time they interacted was for work, and when pulled into various orgies together. When passing one another in the garden or sitting across from one another at the dinner-table they both acted coldly polite, or just pretended they hadn't seen the other.

That, however, had only been the veneer. In private, Rubicundus had gleefully been licking K'teshi's creampies out of his Mistress orifices, glorying in the added edge the ancient conflict between their races granted his humiliation. If there was one person in the Seraglio that Rubicundus would enjoy prostrating himself before_almost_ as much as Sayn, it was definitely K'teshi. Which... could be problematic, if some ground-rules weren't made clear up front. Thus, she quickly raised a warning finger. "Mind - and this goes for all of you lot: He's ready to serve you to the best of his abilities, at any and all times... but if you feel he is in need of any punishment, you will have to run it past me first so that I can make sure it gets done properly." Smiling to take the edge off this obvious rank-pulling, she reached out to caress the base of Rubicundus' still upraised tail. "He may be a Concubine to you all, but he was my dear little puppy-dog first, so I've got a responsibility to keep an eye on him..."

The submissive dragon shuddered under her touch, his eyes slipping closed and his cock, which had softened significantly following the testicular impact, hardening fully back up. Whether it was her touch alone or the words that came with it, it seemed like he had forgotten all about the agony that had to still be radiating out from his flattened sack. "I am, as ever, unworthy of Your kindness and mercy, Mistress..." he breathed, so quietly that she wasn't sure anyone else could have heard it.

K'teshi, meanwhile, had paused in his advance, and now straightened up a bit - as if he had suddenly become aware of just how predatory his movements and the look in his eyes had become. Clearing his throat, he nodded. "Yes, of course... sounds like a sensible policy." He then returned his attention to the bent-over Rubicundus, studying the plug that filled his ass - or, more precisely, the text and numbers floating on its mirror-clear surface. "Two hundred and thirty-seven..." he sighed. "Is that truly the number of griffons he has... been with?"

Sayn giggled. "Well, yes... except no. Why don't you ask him directly, hmm? He has nothing to hide anymore, and will surely be happy to share the tales of his slutty accomplishments with you in the griffon fashion." Raising a feathery eyebrow, K'teshi slowly nodded and stepped past the exposed hindquarters to gaze down at Rubicundus' ground-level face. "Well?" he demanded, prompting the dragon to clear his throat. "The lines show the number of times I have... pleasured a male of a given species to a climax with my tailhole." He explained, somewhat hoarsely. "In most cases, the vast majority of the number comes from the same handful of individuals, including the griffons. I have... been attending services in the local Church of the Beastmaker on a daily basis for the past several months, save during the recent campaign in the south, while disguised as a female flower-dragon. During the traditional Gospel of Love at the end of those services, I invariably allowed every member of the congregation who so desired to pleasure themselves with my tailhole, including the handful of griffons who are regular attendees."

"Ah!" Orichaniel exclaimed from where he had been relaxing so far, raising his head. "That explains some very strange rumors I've been hearing... I had been wondering how a lone flower-dragon could possibly have come to live here without me ever hearing about the circumstances thereof." Sayn shrugged apologetically in his general direction, wincing slightly. "Yeah... I suppose you_would_ hear about that, wouldn't you? Sorry - I hope you didn't waste too much time trying to run 'her' down!" It did not, however, seem as if there were any hard feelings - Orichaniel just chuckled and shook his head. "Think nothing of it, my dear... considering the fact that Cybra basically confirmed my suspicions concerning Rubicundus' true nature months ago, I can only blame myself for not putting two and two together. My kind are, after all, the perfect disguise for a dragon to wear, should he desire to move among mere mortals without drawing undue attention."

While they had this brief exchange, however, K'teshi slowly nodded - absorbing Rubicundus' account. "So basically... none of those griffons had any idea who or what they were actually_mounting?" he queried. "They did not, Sir." Rubi readily replied, a slight shiver going through his body. Sayn, meanwhile, silently watched, wondering if things were really going in the direction it _seemed like they were. If so, it was quite thrilling.

So far, K'teshi had remained a stubbornly straight arrow - and while she certainly didn't begrudge him that, she'd been delighted when, quite recently, Achidias started to take his occasional experiments in the direction of outright bisexuality. Since the first demonstration of these interests, some two months ago, both Silas and Ori had frequently wound up stretching his equine sphincter while one of the Seraglio's women enjoyed an equally deep penetration beneath him - the combined stimulation, by his own account, was_tremendously_ pleasurable, and though he'd shown no interest in exploring any other sort of homosexual interaction, she'd still enjoyed watching the male members of her harem grow closer.

And now, here K'teshi was, stepping up in front of Rubicundus' head, his cock unsheathed and dangling semi-erect beneath his lion-like flanks. "Then I will be the first griffon to knowingly mount a dragon. Prepare my tool for your tailhole, Concubine." Breathing heavily, eyes growing unfocused in a way that was quite familiar to Sayn, the dragon complied - opening his mouth to let his long, well-trained tongue caress the full length of the griffon's cock, paying particular attention to the feline-style bone-barbs that lined the head. Under this deft touch, the shaft swiftly hardened into full erection, while its owner threw an annoyed glance over at Orichaniel who seemed to be grinning broadly in his direction. "Don't misunderstand, Ori. I told you that I am attracted to females, not males, and I meant it. This is simply an... exception. I would not mount a male, but I will mount a dragon, and feel him writhe beneath my talons! I fear my ancestors would swoop down from The Skies Above The Skies and tear the beak right off my face if I failed to grasp such an opportunity when it lies spread so readily before me..."

Sayn felt herself grow wet under the light robe she was wearing with nothing beneath, as was her habit when nudity seemed inappropriate but might become appropriate any minute now. Not so much at the way Rubicundus so eagerly submitted to one of his racial enemies, but at this rare glimpse of a confident, assertive, dominant K'teshi. This was something she had not seen since their first night together, so many years ago - a proud, fierce, griffon prince, ready to bend less illustrious beings to his whim and make them serve his_desires. She wasn't entirely certain why this very sexy confidence seemed to have leaked out of him so quickly after that, but she was_definitely glad to see it return.

She shrugged off the robe as she watched Rubi obediently remove the magical plug from his tail-hole - by simply bending his tail double and pushing the tip of it into the mirror-clear base. Instantly, the plug melded with his tail and, simultaneously, shrank down to a more manageable size, enabling him to pull it out - leaving it dangling from his tail-tip, his ass gaping readily in its absence. Then he hissed in masochistic delight as K'teshi jumped on his back, pushing his plug-adorned tail down along his spine and forcing his throbbing griffon-cock into the waiting orifice.

Rubicundus' size was just about perfect for it, really - at his current, pony-like size, he was small enough to secure a tight fit for K'teshi's thick rod and thicker knot, but still large enough for the griffon to mount him properly. The dragon shuddered anew - probably as much due to the fact that K'teshi's eagle-talons were now resting on his sensitive and vulnerable wing-joints, sharp points digging into the surrounding scales, as because of the knotted cock that had just unceremoniously pushed its way into his rectum.

Sayn watched eagerly, eyes occasionally flicking towards the remaining consorts, gauging their reaction while also looking for a suitably aroused partner who could complement her own growing horniness. The worries she'd felt when she first saw K'teshi approach her pet dragon had vanished by now - indeed, she felt a bit silly for laying down the law the way she had. Of course K'teshi wasn't going to take advantage of Rubicundus' submission to hurt him. Well, to hurt him more than he'd enjoy, at least. He clearly and definitely enjoyed humiliating the obedient dragon, but that was fine - Rubicundus enjoyed that too.

"Don't just moan like a bitch, dragon..." K'teshi called as he began to forcefully ride Rubicundus' rear, as if to underscore Sayn's thoughts. "Let me hear you say how much you enjoy having a proper, rock-hard griffon-cock up your ass!" Rubi swiftly complied, expounding - with his usual, flowery tongue - on how much he loved the scratching of the tiny bone-spurs against his sensitive insides, the feeling of the knot at the base swelling and locking in place, the power of a griffon's furry, leonine haunches bashing against his ass, and so on and so forth - naturally serving to spur K'teshi to fuck him harder and faster, his arousal obviously rising despite his earlier-stated preferences.

Feeling her own arousal rise in conjunction with his, Sayn quickly took stock of her options. Achidias was looking at the two entwined creatures thoughtfully, and she didn't want to disrupt the gears that were clearly squeaking along behind his furrowed brow. Aishee was watching wide-eyed from the pond's edge, already masturbating furiously - she'd want to get more directly involved later, but for now, it was best to just leave her alone to enjoy the voyeuristic thrills she so craved. Thielwen was already moving forwards, licking her lips, eyes fixed on K'teshi's behind, her plans clearly written across her face - she'd lick the griffon's fuzzy asshole with all her customary skill until he finished, so that she'd be in the perfect position to pounce on Rubicundus' freshly-fucked, cum-dripping tailhole once he finished up. Slira had stepped back a bit, joining Silas under a nearby tree in a fashion that suggested she'd prefer to just watch_for now. Indeed, Silas' mien seemed downright _proud as he watched his 'pupil' finally 'graduate'.

So, that left... Orichaniel, who was watching the mating before him intensely, as if trying to memorize the details for later use; Lutra, who was looking around with much the same expression she was probably wearing, a flash of pink visible between her brown-furred legs; and of course, Korlin, who seemed to be watching the unfolding events with a look of mixed satisfaction and relief. Skilled though she was at concealing things despite her literal inability to lie, she clearly still didn't enjoy deceiving so many of her friends - and now, at long last, it was all out in the open!

Truthfully, the long wait hadn't really been for the other consort's benefit. Yes, a few weeks had likely been necessary to let them get accustomed to a dragon's presence before springing something like this on them, but not three months. No, ultimately, it was Rubicundus_who had needed the time to adjust, for all that he would have gleefully exposed his true self to anyone, anywhere, the moment his Mistress commanded it. Just one more facet of the dreadful responsibility that came with having another living being surrender himself so totally into your hands, she pondered as she watched him writhe in delight under K'teshi's tender ministrations. The training with Silas, exposing himself while wearing the magically-concealed paraphernalia of submission, attending church services in disguise... all of it had been necessary steps on the way to _this place, where he could reveal himself to the other members of the Seraglio without it breaking him.

Shaking off this reflection, she returned her attention to her remaining consorts only to discover that her options had just narrowed further. Orichaniel was now bent over in what seemed like a deliberate imitation of Rubicundus' pose, while Silas - presumably on the flower-dragon's orders - played the role of K'teshi, bending over his back while ramming his well-practiced rod into Ori's tailhole. If the faun's impressive girth caused him any discomfort, he certainly did not show it - suggesting either that flower-dragons just had inherently flexible sphincters, or that his experimentation with homosexual pursuits had been more extensive than she'd previously realized.

Intriguing though this match-up was, however, it left her rather short on the cocks her oozing pussy was craving by now. Lutra, of course, was in the same boat - and after staring at the new pairing for a few seconds, her long-fingered hand inching down towards her groin, she turned around and met Sayn's eyes with a laugh and a shrug. The two of them quickly strode towards one another, meeting in the middle - just about equidistant from both of the two male-on-male pairings. Somewhat surprisingly, however, Sayn belatedly realized that Korlin was walking beside her, an uncharacteristically naughty grin on her face. She'd more or less assumed that her Kirin lover would want to stay aloof of the sexual acrobatics for a while yet, keeping an eye on Rubicundus and K'teshi for any indication that their initial assessment of the situation had been overly optimistic.

Korlin, however, seemed just as breezily confident as Sayn that everything would work out well. "Of course, with the turn things have taken, it seems like we girls will have to find a way to entertain ourselves for a bit..." she declared, her soft hands reaching out to caress both Sayn and Lutra, stroking necks, chins and cheeks, prompting near-identical purrs of contentment. Rather than the three of them immediately collapsing into a pile of sapphic hedonism - with optional extra Kirin-cock - however, Korlin glanced over her shoulder at Aishee and beckoned her closer to the pond's shore. "Come closer, girls... I have a proposition for you all." She said tauntingly.

Sayn raised a curious eyebrow at her beloved. The Kirin had a mischievous side to her at times, particularly in the bedroom, and enjoyed springing surprises on her... though they never failed to be pleasant_ones. As Aishee darted in to rest her bountiful chest on the flat stones lining the pond's edge, Korlin looked the three of them over and explained - to a point. "I was thinking that it might be fun to liven things up with a bit of a contest... I have a reward in mind, you see - a _juicy one, that can only be handed out_today_, and only to one of you." None of them, including Sayn, had any idea what Korlin might be talking about with regards to a 'juicy reward', but her tone left little doubt that it would be something sexy.

"What kind of 'challenge' did you have in mind?" She asked, biting her lip. This was exactly why she had wanted to reveal Rubicundus' preferences to the rest of the Seraglio as soon as it could be done safely - now, with K'teshi busy dominating the dragon to his heart's content, she could relax and allow herself to be swept away by whatever amusing plan Korlin had concocted, worrying about nothing more than her own enjoyment. Korlin, for her part, stroked her chin theatrically. "I was thinking a test of self-control and_discipline_..." she declared, as if she had just thought of it in this very moment, despite very clearly having planned this well in advance. "I know someone who've been very into teaching that lately."

As Sayn giggled at this, her arousal rising at the thought of facing Korlin's 'discipline', the Kirin glanced over her shoulder to where Rubicundus and K'teshi were busy - more specifically, she looked at the slender elf-maiden with the marginally visible baby-bump on her otherwise thin midsection, who was busy digging her tongue into the griffon's fuzzy rear end. "Why don't you join us too, Thielwen?" She asked without raising her voice in the slightest. "The prize is one you too would enjoy, I assure you - and I expect you'll be through the challenge and back at your post with time to spare afterwards. K'teshi appears to be taking his time, after all."

Thielwen paused in her labors at this, pulling her head back to leave a string of thick drool briefly connecting her lips to K'teshi's puckered anus. Her inhumanly sharp elven senses had clearly allowed her to overhear the nearby conversation easily, despite the noise being continuously produced right in front of her - the moaning, the huffing, the slimy sounds of a well-prepared asshole being thoroughly reamed, and Rubi's occasional declarations of how much he loved having his tailhole filled by a thick, hot griffon-cock. Looking the two of them over with an assessing eye, she apparently concurred with Korlin's assessment and rose to her feet with a nod before sauntering over to join the rest of the Seraglio's ladies.

It did, indeed, seem like K'teshi was in no hurry to get anywhere fast, Sayn conceded as she too spared a glance for the strange match-up. It was hardly a surprise - out of all the harem's males, K'teshi had by far the sharpest limits to the number of consecutive orgasms he could enjoy before his virility was exhausted. This was hardly an aspersion on his manliness or virility, but simply a result of his biology - griffons, in general, preferred long, languid mating-sessions that gave the cock plenty of time to fully demonstrate his abilities and talents to the hen, followed by as much as an hour of relaxing knotting where they simply enjoyed the physical closeness and the afterglow. Pleasing multiple partners in rapid succession simply wasn't something they normally needed to do. K'teshi, thus, had developed his self-control - a trait that was considered admirable among regular griffons as well - to a fine point, and could generally manage to pleasure his partner for a dizzying amount of time before allowing himself to reach a climax. The current situation did not seem to have swayed this discipline - if anything, he appeared determined to make Rubicundus beg for his cum before he'd grant it.

So yes, Thielwen probably had plenty of time to participate in Korlin's little game - which she explained in more detail as the elf-girl sauntered towards them, still clearly untroubled by her slowly-advancing pregnancy. "It's simple, really... I'll give each of you an orgasm, using all of my skills and talents to get you off as quickly as I can. You just need to resist my charms for as long as you can - you're free to use any tricks or tactics you like, short of harming yourself or another. Whoever is able to last the longest, wins."

"That_does_ sound like a pretty fair contest..." Lutra said thoughtfully, as Thielwen stepped into the little group with a nod. "It should be - Sayn has more experience enduring Korlin's attention, of course, but that also means that Korlin knows all of her weak-spot inside and out... so it more or less cancels out, no?" She flashed Sayn a grin as she spoke, getting an even wider one in return. Korlin likewise grinned, and made a grand gesture with one hand. "Fair as fair can be! And of course, I solemnly swear that I will throw myself at each of you with the very best effort I can produce - no favoritism here! I can count the seconds until you cum with perfect accuracy too, so the result should be quite clear..."

Sayn, meanwhile, felt a twinge of sadness as she shared that grin with Thielwen. The two of them had been very close since their first night together, and she'd considered the elf-maiden to be one of her dearest friends and most reliable confidants. The debacle with the Unicorn had only served to bring them closer together still. But since her pregnancy, Thielwen's appetites had been in overdrive - it seemed like whenever she wasn't working, she was pursuing or engaging in sex. Hence, they didn't seem to spend time together unless it was for sex, which was fun and all but... sometimes, she just wanted to hang out with her best friend. On top of that, Thielwen's interests seemed to have gotten... darker, nastier, more depraved, which was saying something considering that rimming had been one of her favorite activities pretty much since the start. Silas had warned her about it a few months ago - he was worried about the way she seemed to be throwing herself into ever more nauseating activities, and Sayn couldn't disagree. She just didn't know what to do about it, short of outlawing some of those kinks in her Seraglio outright, a step she was unwilling to take.

She'd discussed it with Korlin, however, and the Kirin had promised to 'look into' it. So far, this had merely translated into both of them keeping an eye on the elf, to try and figure out if Silas was correct in his hunch that there might be more to her activities than just plain kinkiness. Of course, the fact that Thielwen clearly recognized that Sayn would find many of her current activities nauseating, and thus took steps to keep them out of her sights, somewhat hampered her_ability to do much eye-on-keeping - but Korlin was another matter, and Sayn couldn't help but wonder if there might not have been more than just casual mischief to the beautiful Kirin's decision to host this little contest _and specifically invite Thielwen into it...

Not that anyone else had been ignored either. Slira, moving with the casual stealth of a born-and-bred jungle-predator, had approached the knot of females with a curious expression, and now raised her long, narrow, reptilian face as Korlin beckoned towards her. "You, of course, are welcome to join the contest as well, dear Slira..." the Kirin declared magnanimously, but she also did not appear overly surprised when Slira shook her head and chuckled - a rather sharper sound in her fang-lined mouth than it was in most others. "I appreciate the offer, Korlin, but if I joined, it would no longer be a fair contest. We both know that you cannot play into _my_chief interests, after all, so I'd have a significant advantage - not that you wouldn't be able to get me off eventually all the same, of course!"

Korlin could only shrug, admitting this shortcoming. Slira, being a Sirrush, lacked the intense regard and respect that most others held for the mighty Kirin - same as with her lack of awe for Dragons and even the gods themselves, so while other Consorts had been reluctant to outright approach Korlin for purely sexual reasons, she had wasted little time in investigating the exact limits of the Kirin's shape-shifting prowess. Alas, as Korlin had subsequently told Sayn with some regret, said powers had ultimately proven insufficient to the task at hand. What Slira longed for were her favorite lovers from back home - the larger tribes of Sharptooh Sirrush, with their thick, heavily-textured cocks and massive, powerful bodies. Sayn couldn't blame her, considering her own actions during her trip to the Southern Continent. However, while Korlin could shift herself to become bigger or smaller than her true form, that difference in scale had its limits, and it was apparently easier for her to go down_rather than _up. Hence, the towering monster-lizards of the Sharptooth were beyond her. An attempt had been made, involving a combination of shape-shifting and illusion, but it hadn't been able to live up to the real thing - prompting Slira to basically say "Thanks for trying", while ultimately concluding that it wasn't worth the hassle and focusing her interests on Silas, Achidias, and later Rubicundus, instead.

With Slira thus bowing out and returning to watching the male members of the harem with a thoughtful mien, the battle-lines had effectively been drawn, and the four women - mermaid, otterkin, elf and human/goddess/scion - faced their judge at the pond-side. Panning her eyes across their naked bodies, Korlin nodded in satisfaction. "All right, seems like we're ready... I think I'll start with_you_, my dear little Lutra. The timer starts when I touch you!" Lutra giggled in response, then recoiled in suitably theatrical horror as Korlin advanced on her with hands outstretched and a predatory gleam in her eyes.

This showboating turned suddenly to genuine astonishment when Korlin dashed the last couple of steps towards her, her form blurring as she went... then collided with her looking a lot browner and fuzzier than before, bodily tackling the otterkin into the autumn-chill waters of the pond. Just as surprised as the 'victim', Sayn stepped up to the edge and watched with wrinkled brow as the ripples generated by this sudden submersion faded and the waters became clear again. Below the surface, two furry bodies were amorously entwined, their slick bodies racing through the water even as they mated, tails dancing behind them.

Even though the water's distortion, it was clear that Korlin's surprising gambit was paying off - Lutra was trembling with desire, eagerly clinging to her lover's muscular form, as if she had entirely forgotten the game she was supposed to be playing. Why it was so effective was another question entirely, though. When she first saw Korlin's form shift and the underwater mating begin, Sayn's immediate assumption was that clever Kirin had transformed into a male otterkin in order to give Lutra a surprise taste of home. But now, looking at the creature that was so efficiently bringing her beastkin consort closer and closer to an orgasm, it was fairly clear that this was not the case. Rather, it was simply an otter, albeit an oversized one, its form simple and bestial, lacking the complications that allowed the otterkin to walk erect, use advanced tools, and build a society.

It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd seen Korlin take on a bestial shape for the purpose of some sexy fun and games, of course. And indeed, she knew that it had happened many more times than she_had_ actually seen. For the past two months - barring the weeks they spent at the front - Rubicundus had met with Korlin, be it in her room or in Sayn's, nearly every night so that she might use her Kirin magic to ease the pressure building behind his balls as orgasm after orgasm was denied and broken by the cock-cage. Every time, he 'paid' for this service by letting her mount him while assuming the form of some lowly beast, humiliating him by reducing his tailhole to a cum-dump for a simple donkey, or dog, or pig, or bull, or any of a dozen others.

This, though, was clearly different. There was no element of humiliation here, that Sayn could see - nor had that kind of thing ever been Lutra's scene. Instead, she simply seemed to be enjoying the embrace of the oversized otter to an incredible degree, hungrily clinging to his fur as his powerful hips pumped whatever strangely-shaped cock he might possess into her pussy. Beside her, Thielwen was looking into the water just as curiously - her eyes probably penetrating the unsteady surface far easier than Sayn's mere human sight - her face thoughtful as if she was contemplating some new and interesting idea. Sayn had an inkling as to what lines she might be thinking along, but very carefully did not think about it further.

As for Aishee, she seemed... far less surprised and aroused by the display than one would have expected, especially for a devoted voyeur like her. A sneaking suspicion entered Sayn's mind from this angle - suggesting that the observant mermaid knew something about Lutra that_she_ didn't. Maybe not surprising - the two of them spent a lot of time together, what with their mutual enjoyment of aquatic environs, and not all of it was sexual. Well, whatever the case was, Lutra was clearly having a blast, which was always nice to see...

Indeed, it didn't take long before a cloud of bubbles rose to the surface, soon followed by the two otters - one of which swiftly transformed into a chuckling Korlin. "Two minutes and thirty-four seconds..." she declared while wading back to shore, leaving Lutra to float on the water's surface, basking in the afterglow. The three women who awaited her there couldn't help but laugh at the self-satisfied expression she wore. "That's the time to beat, huh? Shouldn't be too hard..." Aishee said with a grin, drawing Korlin's eyes to her. "Indeed?" The Kirin queried. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind going next, hmm?"

Unperturbed, Aishee pushed away from the shore and darted out into the middle of the pond near the central fountain. "Not at all!" She laughed. "Go ahead and bring it, oh great and powerful Kirin!" Korlin, who had just made it back to shore and started to shake the water out of her light-blue hair, sighed and glanced down at the pond - then started out across the water, her bare feet sending ring-shaped ripples across its otherwise-still surface, but entirely failing to sink into it.

It was quite a sight - granted, it was hardly surprising that Korlin could accomplish this, considering the breadth and reach of her powers, but it still served to bring her etheric beauty and inhuman grace suddenly back into focus. Living next door to her, interacting with her on a day-to-day basis, it was easy to forget just how extraordinary a creature she was - familiarity breeds contempt, after all. Even she was guilty of this, to a degree, Sayn quietly admitted to herself as she watched her beloved walk calmly across the surface of the pond and sighed with longing.

Aishee's eyebrows shot up at this display too, but by the time Korlin had sauntered out to her position, she'd apparently regained her mental equilibrium, and returned to lounging calmly with her hefty tits bobbing on the water's surface. "You certainly look confident, my dear..." Korlin said with a slight, lopsided smile as she looked down at the mermaid. Aishee shrugged, grinning broadly. "I feel like I've got reason to. Every other 'contender', you've been with at least a few times... some more than others, even..." she leaned sideways to wink at Sayn past Korlin's bare leg, and received a stuck-out tongue for her troubles. "...but while I've certainly watched you get it on and enjoyed it greatly, you and I have never really been entangled before. So there's no way you could know where my levers are as intimately as you do for the rest..."

Reaching up, Korlin touched her cheek with an expression of surprise that was_almost_ certainly feigned. "I haven't taken the time to seduce you yet? Clearly, I have been slacking off... but even so, pride goeth before the fall. Remember, my dear - the timer starts when I touch you." As she talked, the Kirin began to walk in a slow circle around the floating mermaid - while, simultaneously, remaining exactly where she was. Sayn blinked in confusion as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing - one Korlin still standing in front of Aishee, another a few steps to the right... then a third, still walking, as the second stopped and turned to face Aishee as well.

It had to be an illusion, she decided. Korlin was good at those, and she was pretty sure that the Kirin couldn't actually create physical copies of herself. If she could, this ability would almost certainly have come up in the bedroom at some point! Of course, in this case, it wasn't particularly clear which of the growing number of Korlin-duplicates was the real, physical deal - and the odds of guessing right were steadily dropping. By the time the Kirin had traced a full circle around her suddenly less confident-looking 'victim', stopping just shy of the original, there were twelve of them in total, standing shoulder to shoulder, all androgynously beautiful, all looking down at Aishee with a naughty grin.

"Oh boy... me and my big mouth..." the mermaid just had time to mumble before the circle of copies all leaped into action. Half of them grew dicks, the other half remained purely female - with the two combining in various erotic ways. Simplest of all was the basic position of a female on her back, legs spread as her hermaphroditic twin thrust into her, breasts and nipples flattening against each other, tongues and lips coming together in a passionate kiss... from there, though, it just got more complicated and more erotic.

Two females were kneeling on either side of a standing hermaphrodite, one burying her face and tongue between a taut-yet-subtle pair of buttocks, while the other deepthroated a thick she-cock without any apparent need to breathe. A hermaphrodite lay on her back with a female sitting atop her cock and another straddling her face, facing one another, kissing and toying with each other's swaying breasts. A single female lay sandwiched between two herms, a cock in either hole, with her head poking out of the pile of pale, soft-skinned flesh in order to suck off a third. A hermaphrodite was kneeling with a fellow herm anally impaled on her cock, resting fully upon it, her legs pulled up and crossing behind her head as she was held in her twin's firm grip. A female was on her hands and knees before them, alternately sucking cock, licking balls, and tracing what sphincter-edge she could reach. Wait... that was one hermaphrodite too many, wasn't it?

It was impossible to keep track. None of the positions lasted for more than a few seconds, the twelve participants constantly gyrating and shifting in and out of pairings, as smooth as if it was some kind of choreographed and carefully-drilled dance. By the time you'd finished panning your eyes across them, something would have changed at the other side of the circle. Even for Sayn, Thielwen and Lutra - who had recovered from her own earlier orgasm and staggered out of the water in the meantime - it was a dizzying sight. For Aishee, who was both right in the middle of it and a devoted voyeur, it was overwhelming.

"Oh, this is so not fair!" She just had the time to complain, spinning in place as she desperately tried to take in every part of the surrounding one-woman orgy. Then one of the Korlins pounced in a flash, diving into the water and gluing her lips to the mermaid's juicy, fully-engorged pussy. The rest continued their carnal gyrations unperturbed, leaving Aishee to dig her fingers into Korlin's scalp and moan helplessly as she struggled to devour them all with her eyes.

It was thus hardly a surprise when, after just a brief moment of this, she collapsed back in the water with a cry of pleasure, tail thrashing beneath the water. In a flash, the illusions disappeared into thin air, and the real Korlin rose from the water to once again stand on its surface, licking her lips. "27 seconds. It seems your levers aren't as hard to find as you thought, my dear..." she calmly declared. Still panting, face flush with recent ecstasy, Aishee nonetheless still had the fortitude to scowl childishly up at her and repeat herself. "Not fair." Then she seemed to brighten up and chuckled. "Ah well. I bet that whatever this 'juicy prize' is, I'll have more fun watching it than_receiving_ it anyway."

Leaving Aishee to recover, Korlin wandered back across the pond's surface, once again wringing water out of her pale-blue hair. Considering the magical power she had just displayed, there was little doubt that she could have flash-dried her hair in an instant with a snap of her fingers - but considering the fetching way her moist locks clung to her neck, shoulders and cheeks, Sayn wasn't about to complain. Lutra seemed to agree, and grinned up at the somewhat taller Kirin as she reached them. "Seems like my record still holds! Maybe I did better than I realized..." She declared with a suitably grandiose pose. Korlin just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Did you not hear what I just told Aishee about pride, hmm?" Still, she smile on her face made it clear that it was all in good fun, and Lutra certainly seemed unperturbed as Korlin stepped past her in order to look over the last two contestants - Thielwen and Sayn herself - and decide who to go for next.

"I think I'll save the best for last..." she then declared, blowing Sayn a kiss that made her knees feel slightly wobbly, and not _just_because she was tremendously horny and badly in need of release at this point. "No offense, dear Thielwen - I'm sure you understand." This was directed at the elf-maiden herself, who smiled and nodded readily. "I can hardly claim to be insulted by the fact that you prefer your true beloved over my humble self..." she replied smoothly, and the two of them exchanged equally pleasant smiles as they seemed to size one another up. They were, Sayn noted, virtually of a height - both of them standing most of a head over your average human, though of course, Korlin could change this whenever it suited her.

"I must admit to being rather curious as to what you have in store for me..." Thielwen then continued, a glimmer in her eyes. "I would not dare to speak with the sort of pride that some of my peers recently have, but I cannot help but observe that the things that tend to most thoroughly, ah, 'pull my levers', as Aishee put it, aren't usually part of your repertoire, noble Kirin." Korlin nodded at this, a thoughtful look at her face, and Sayn could certainly see what she was getting at. Not so much that the _acts_themselves were beyond Korlin's reach, but rather, the _approach_to them.

It was not, after all, as if Korlin was not willing to engage with the kind of dirty kinks Thielwen enjoyed - ass-licking, piss-drinking and everything in between. But it was fairly clear that as much as the acts themselves, it was the humiliation and debasement of them that appealed to the elf. Being treated not as an equal, but as a_thing_ - a toy, a urinal, a cleaning-rag. This ran rather counter to Korlin's sexual philosophy... and the Kirin would not lightly put that aside.

Sayn, unlike Thielwen, knew that Korlin was perfectly capable of putting those compunctions aside if need be - as she had done during her previous run as a 'Voice of Compassion' for the now long-dead Kranach the Conqueror. But doing so for the sake of grasping the reins of a bloodthirsty empire, thus steering it towards a kinder, more diplomatic route was quite different from doing it just for the sake of a silly little game of sexual challenges here in the Seraglio gardens. So Sayn was not surprised that Korlin failed to pull out her old tricks for this occasion...

She was more surprised that Korlin did not take advantage of the one obvious loophole in her philosophy, the same one that Rubicundus had been benefiting from for months: Her ability to take on a perfect animal form, indistinguishable from the real thing in appearance, behavior, and even smell. Engaging in any kind of sexual contact with an animal was inherently humiliating, but for some reason, Korlin did not seem to mind this. Sayn wasn't entirely sure why - they hadn't really discussed it, Korlin had simply broached it as a possibility, and Sayn had eagerly agreed just for the opportunity to watch her pet dragon play the role of an actual bitch underneath the furry form of a large, male dog. A male dog that, notably, was a completely consensual and fully aware participant in the events.

Whatever the reason, this was most likely what Thielwen had _expected_would happen, after observing Lutra fall prey to it minutes earlier. Getting bent over and mounted - in the Sergalio garden's semi-public setting, no less - by some suitably disgusting and smelly animal, such as the 'well-hung' boar-variant that Korlin had come up with for an earlier scene with Rubi, would have amply fulfilled Thielwen's love of humiliation. Adding any of her usual preferences for dirty play to the mix, and she'd be cumming in record time, no doubt.

Instead, what happened was that Korlin simply sprouted a penis - as she so often did - and then stepped forwards to literally sweep Thielwen off her feet. Pushing the slightly-pregnant elf down into the soft grass with a sudden tackle - visibly slowing their shared fall with magic, she embraced the elf-maiden tightly even as she penetrated her, holding her close, hugging her fiercely. The Kirin's soft, red lips were resting right by Thielwen's pointy ear, and a whisper could be faintly heard - drawing Sayn inexorably closer, driven by curiosity. Once she managed to actually catch what was being said to the elf, who was increasingly stiffening in Korlin's tender embrace, she felt a lump grow in her throat.

"It's okay... you deserve this..." the Kirin was whispering into Thielwen's ear. "You deserve pleasure. You deserve to feel good. You deserve love." The elf only whimpered and shuddered as Korlin underlined these statements by grinding her hips down and forwards. After all, what could she say? A Kirin cannot lie, and while they could theoretically be mistaken or misinformed, it'd be difficult to argue for that in a case like this. "If you enjoy licking ass, then by all means do so. If you enjoy drinking pee, then by all means do so..." Korlin continued, interspersing her words with soft kisses to Thielwen's neck and cheek before continuing to her conclusion. "But never believe that you do not_deserve_ to do otherwise."

Tears were welling up in Thielwen's eyes as her lips struggled to form some kind of objection to Korlin's heartfelt statements. She did not seem to get any further than "But... but..." as Korlin continued her impassioned assault on both her ears and her pussy. She was quite good at both aspects, Sayn knew - the position they were in, while simple, was also a perennial favorite of Korlin's. Being 'on top' like that, she could control the situation flawlessly, using her hands, hips and mouth in a variety of combinations. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear was only one of the many uses she could put her mouth to in that situation - though in this case, her words seemed to have a lot more weight than usual.

The assault was far from over, either. "You are a good person, Thielwen. You are not guilty of the sins of your entire people. You are not to blame for what you did or did not do when you were merely a child growing up within a culture of arrogance and viciousness." The elf-maiden was grimacing, actually struggling against Korlin's embrace, trying to push her away as if doing so could physically deny the veracity of her words. Under any other circumstance, this obvious reluctance would have forced Korlin to back off - indeed, looking at what was happening right now out of context, it basically resembled rape. But Thielwen had agreed to the contest, consented to the fact that Korlin could do whatever she liked to bring her off. And impressive though the strength of her thin, elven arms were by human standards, she was no match for the power of a Kirin...

"No..." she finally moaned, a blush rising in her cheeks as Korlin's continued efforts sent surges of undeniable pleasure through her thin body. Chuckling, the Kirin delivered one final line before silencing Thielwen's protests with a kiss. "You came to us with a soul pure and untarnished. Had I met you before my dear Sayn, I might have fallen in love with you instead. The only blemishes on your spirit are those inflicted by your own self-loathing... just let go of it. Take what I give you, and accept it as your due."

Sayn felt a sting of jealousy at this, but quickly suppressed it, watching in fascination as the suddenly apparent tension in Thielwen's body was gradually dissolved by the dual-pronged attack of Korlins' words and cock. She could not, after all, deny that Thielwen was the kind of person that might attract the love of a Kirin. Her unwavering devotion to not only saving her people, but also make them a people_worth saving_, was admirable to say the least - and while the elves seemed rather unwilling to talk about what, exactly, she had_done_ to affect the change of leadership that led to their full entry into her Empire, she'd heard enough rumors to know that Thielwen had gone the extra mile and maybe even put her life on the line to make it happen.

Finally, Thielwen's resistance collapsed, and her futile attempts to push Korlin away seized. Instead, her arms and legs now wrapped themselves around the Kirin's slender-yet-curvaceous body, holding her tight while she simultaneously sobbed and moaned. Moments later, a sharp cry of ecstasy was swiftly muffled by another passionate kiss while the elf's wiry body stiffened in pleasure. Only then did her limbs relax and fall open, leaving her spread-eagled on the grass as Korlin pushed herself up with a tender smile. Thielwen's eyes were vague and unfocused, but there was a smile on her face that Sayn, on reflection, could not recall seeing the like of for several months.

"Three minutes, seventeen seconds..." Korlin breezily declared as she gazed down at her handiwork. "Guess we've got a new front-runner." Lutra, who had drawn near out of curiosity just like Sayn, sighed theatrically. "Not that I'm really_going to complain or anything..." she complained "...but was that genuinely the _fastest way you could get her off?" Korlin, however, nodded firmly as she turned away from the slowly-recovering elf to size up Sayn. "It was. In case you hadn't noticed, dear Thielwen rarely actually reaches an orgasm_when indulging in her favorite kinks. Of course, one does not necessarily _need to reach such a climax in order to enjoy a sexual encounter, but in this case, the rules of the contest were clear."

Despite Korlin's perfectly even delivery, neither Sayn nor Lutra missed the subtext - namely that Thielwen might have been deliberately avoiding activities that would actually provide her with an orgasmic climax, because she did not feel that she 'deserved' such bliss. Sayn honestly felt rather wretched that she had not done more, sooner, considering Silas' warnings - while Lutra winced visibly. "Objection withdrawn..." she muttered, glancing over at Thielwen's prone form with pain in her eyes. Turning her head, Korlin caught the otterkin's eyes with a firm gaze. "Don't you_start beating yourself up _too, my dear..." The Kirin scolded. "Thielwen has thousands of years of experience when it comes to hiding her inner pain and turmoil. She is really quite good at it. Besides, keeping an eye on the mental health of the Seraglio's residents isn't your job - it's mine. And if you truly feel that you should have noticed this problem before a _Kirin_did, then we clearly need to have another conversation about pride!"

Before such a fierce assault, Lutra could only throw up her hands in surrender and laugh. "Fine, fine, I'll just focus on showing her some extra love going forwards, okay? Now let's get this contest finished - I'm really curious to see how Sayn does against your superlative skills, o mighty Kirin!" Aishee, who had apparently recovered in the meantime and floated up to the pond's edge to rest her breasts on the flat stones there, made her presence known at this point with a raised hand and a sound declaration of "Seconded!" Her eyes were sparkling with equal parts emotion and arousal, suggesting that she'd caught the tail end of Korlin and Thielwen's session.

Grinning, Korlin nodded and turned to face Sayn again. "You heard them, my love... seems it's about time I ravish you properly!" she declared. Nodding, Sayn felt a slow smile spread across her face. Kirin could not tell lies... but they'd had millenia to get used to this restriction and learn to work around it. Case in point, Korlin had given her the best possible chance to win this little game despite scrupulously sticking to the rules and doing nothing more or less than what she'd said she would. By saving her for last, she'd provided Sayn with ample time to consider an actual strategy - and the emotionally-charged scene with Thielwen had also served to quiet the flames of ardor that had been building in her loins previously.

"Just so we're clear... the timer starts when you touch me and ends when I cum, yes?" she queried, thoughtfully looking her beloved up and down. She was as heart-stoppingly beautiful as ever, skin pale and hair smooth, both still moist from her recent dips in the pond. Her limbs and curves showed off an impossible combination of masculine muscularity and feminine softness, to match the androgynous beauty of her face. A familiar sight by now, but one she never got tired of. "Those are the rules, indeed." Korlin replied, a lopsided smile on her face and a glimmer in her eyes. The most important part of this 'contest' may already have been accomplished, but she was clearly looking forwards to seeing how Sayn would face the challenge.

"All right then... better count carefully!" Sayn said with a teasing smile... before leaping into action. Or rather, falling into action, seeing as she mainly lunged forwards and dropped to her knees in one smooth movement. Korlin hadn't bothered to shift her cock away after finishing with Thielwen, so it still hung there, between her shapely, feminine thighs, semi-hard and wet with the elf's free-flowing love-juices. Gripping her Kirin lover's hips - and thus starting the clock - she inhaled the shaft with customary ease, relishing the sensation of the silky-soft skin rubbing against her throat and palate.

Groaning, Korlin grabbed her head, burying powerful fingers in her stringy, brown hair - but there was little else she could do. As Sayn had noticed, she'd reached no climax of her own while pleasuring the other three, too focused on their enjoyment - leaving her balls straining with cum and her dick nice and sensitive. Though Korlin knew where all of Sayn's buttons were, the other way around was just as true... indeed, considering Sayn's enjoyment of light submission and bondage, she'd found herself obediently servicing her beloved's genitals - male or female - on more occasions than the reverse.

Hence, she deepthroated Korlin's shaft like a pro, twisting her head this way and that, kissing her lover's hairless groin as the cockhead disappeared down her gullet and stayed there. Her hands, meanwhile, wandered further back to grasp the muscular, yet subtle buttocks behind, squeezing them and insistently pulling them forwards. For a time, the potent stimulation effectively immobilized Korlin, leaving her unable to think of anything save the wet, tight throat squeezing down on her sensitive cock, pulling her in - in this regard, for all her power and wisdom, she was no different from any other living being.

Of course, with such fierce suction and everything that had gone before,she wasn't going to last very long. There was no helping that - if Sayn held off, slowed down, or eased off in the slightest, Korlin would almost immediately regain enough of her faculties to turn the tables on her in an instant. So she had to go all out, working the smooth shaft with her tongue and lips even as her throat worked on the head, ensuring that the mighty Kirin could do nothing except bend over her, moaning and gripping her head with passionate strength.

Sayn, of course, lacked Korlin's ability to count the passage of seconds with an accuracy even a fancy, mechanical clock would find it hard to equal. As such, she could only guesstimate that she'd been going at it for more than thirty seconds, less than a minute, by the time she felt the cock in her throat begin to pulsate and jump. This estimation was based mainly on how light-headed she felt from having her windpipe blocked for the duration - leaving her to draw in as much air as she possibly could with her nostrils alone when she responded to these signs by quickly pulling her head back, withdrawing the throbbing cockhead from her throat and letting it rest on her tongue instead.

The flavor of Korlin's cum had entranced her from the first time she sampled it, and she had yet to tire of it in the slightest - indeed, she eagerly sucked a load of it out every chance she got, savoring its unique flavor-profile every time. This time, too, her eyes rolled back into her skull with delight as the thick, white goo began to spray across her tongue, coating her taste buds. It was a flavor that was literally indescribable, since it was like nothing else she'd ever tasted - all she could really say was that it tasted like Korlin. Sometimes she wondered if the Kirin, with all her shape-shifting prowess, had somehow given herself a set of balls that produced cum specifically tailored to her own individual tastes... though the fact that Aishee was just as addicted to it as_she_ was, albeit apparently preferring it 'cut' with a bit of fresh, hot pussy-juice, spoke against that idea. On the other hand, she and the voyeuristic mermaid had little else in common when it came to food-preferences, so perhaps Kirin-cum was just magically delicious?

No sooner had she finished swallowing the mouthful of creamy deliciousness than Korlin recovered from her brief, orgasmic daze. "Clever, my love... very clever." She heard her beloved mutter from above - then things started happening very quickly and very compellingly. Indeed, it happened so fast that she literally couldn't tell how she'd suddenly wound up on her knees, bent at the waist, hands bound behind her back, blindfolded and gagged, with the pony-sized cock of Korlin's true form pushing inexorably into her hungry, thoroughly-lubricated pussy. She could only assume that the Kirin had unleashed her magical powers to a degree she'd rarely seen - usually, even when they indulged in various games of bondage and domination together, Korlin stuck to using plain old bonds and toys. But Sayn did know that she was perfectly capable of manifesting all manner of toys effectively out of thin air... there was no reason to believe she couldn't do the same with bondage-tools, if given suitable motivation.

This was, she foggily realized as the powerful waves of pleasure radiating out from her stretched-open pussy began to wipe away all attempts at conscious thought, the first time she'd actually engaged in outright bondage out here, in the garden, surrounded by all her Consorts and Concubines. Usually, when she allowed herself to be tied up, it was in the privacy of her chambers, with Korlin, Lutra or both at hand and nobody else. Somehow, though, this fact only served to excite her more - it wasn't as if she had anything to hide, after all, and even if she did, this was a day for masks to fall! Even more, the idea that Korlin might just leave her like that when she was done, helpless and exposed, ready to be freely used by her own Consorts as they saw fit, sent flashes of surging arousal coursing from her mind to her pussy and back again.

She should probably be trying to think of something else - something un-arousing - under the circumstances, but her ability to consider such tactical points was already mostly gone. The excitement of the bondage, the feeling of her beloved Korlin's soft belly-fur rubbing against has back and buttocks, the long, agile Kirin-cock invading her deepest and most sensitive places... it was a three-pronged assault of mental, emotional and visceral pleasure. She could only moan helplessly into the gag as a spine-curling orgasm rapidly approached, eager to reach that crest of ecstasy, any reason to deny it long forgotten.

Soon enough she was there, writhing in her unbreakable bonds as the whole world seemed to narrow down to just one thing - a long, smooth Kirin-cock, pounding her pussy fast and hard, rubbing her in all the right places. Then, after a few seconds on that orgasmic peak, the descent towards the lush plains of the sensual afterglow began... a somewhat harsher trip than usual, this time. Normally, Korlin would continue to lightly pleasure her during this process, prolonging the aftershocks, easing her back down... rather than just pulling out and climbing off as she did this time, forcing her to return fully to her senses quite a bit faster than she would've liked. "That was a nasty trick you pulled back there..." she heard her beloved scold from above, making it quite clear why she wasn't receiving those usual considerations. Still, her voice was more amused than angry, and turned outright playful as she felt a hard hoof rest lightly on the back of her head, pushing her face into the grass. "You know, I'm rather tempted to just leave you like that for a while... maybe lend Thielwen and Lutra a couple of strap-ons so_they_ can lodge their opinions on your 'strategy' directly..." Still gagged, she could only produce a muffled moan in reply - but she was fairly certain that her beloved understood the meaning quite well all the same: "Oooh, yes, please do!"

Alas, the hoof was all too quickly removed, and in an instant, the bonds that held her arms disappeared along with the gag and blindfold. Pushing herself up with a groan, she just had time to watch Korlin shift from her true form back to her usual 'human' version, fully female on this occasion. Sighing, she shook her head, still smiling. "Ahh, but I suppose I'll have to forgive you this time... after all, everybody loves a winner, myself included. Three minutes, twenty-five seconds. Your insidious and underhanded tactics paid off, it seems!" Hearing this, Sayn struck a grandiose victory-pose, one fist raised to the sky, a broad grin on her face. "I didn't conquer the world by playing fair, you know!" she declared, while Lutra delivered a solitary applause nearby, rolling her eyes as if she was trying to make them pop out of her skull.

Thielwen's delighted laugh interrupted their clowning about, and they both turned to focus their attention on the elf-maiden, who was sitting in the grass, cross-legged, right where Korlin had bowled her over earlier. "Well, you won't hear any complaints here!" She declared, still smiling. "In this case, I'd say it was definitely about the journey, not the destination. At least for me!" Sighing wistfully, she then rubbed her belly with its slight, yet promising curvature. "I feel like a... _knot_inside me that I didn't even know was there has been loosened. I guess this is what you call an epiphany..."

Nodding, Sayn stepped over to her and offered her a hand up. "Glad to hear you're feeling well..." she said with a naughty grin as she helped the elf to her feet. "cuz I've just decided to invite you to my chambers tonight, and you'll want to be in decent shape for it!" Thielwen smiled beautifully, and nodded. "I am, as ever, at your disposal... my Empress." She said coyly. "Though I fear I no longer fit in that outfit you like so much..." "Oh, don't worry about that... you can just turn up at my door buck-naked instead!" Sayn immediately replied, and they shared a laugh even as she felt Korlin smile behind her. There was no need for the two of them to make any specific plans - she knew that Korlin would be there tonight too, so that they could pool their skills. Epiphany or not, it wouldn't hurt to drive this lesson home with emphasis- and it would certainly take all of their combined skills to pleasure the ever-horny elf-girl into unconsciousness.

"So, what did she win, anyway?" Lutra interjected at this point, her curiosity obviously rearing its head as she glanced questioningly at Korlin. Chuckling, the Kirin turned to regard the ongoing event that had kept the menfolk busy while the women were at play, and thoughtfully rubbed her chin. "Ah yes... the prize. It seems you will have to wait just a touch longer for it, my love. K'teshi is really outdoing himself today, isn't he?" This drew everyone's attention in the same direction, prompting a few appreciative whistles.

K'teshi did, indeed, seem to be aiming for a new personal record. His knot was clearly fully deployed, stretching Rubi's well-tutored asshole from the inside, locking them together for the duration. Normally this would herald the start of the 'sprint', the griffon's golden-furred hips blurring as his cock reciprocated at a rate that would be impossible without the anchoring knot, but apparently K'teshi had decided to break from tradition in this case. The motion of his hips was slow and deliberate, using the longest thrusts he possibly could under the circumstances - causing the red dragon's sphincter to bulge out as he pulled back, then covering the point of their intersection completely as their hips collided fully, fur flattened against hard scales. Even using this slow and steady pace, though, the expression on K'teshi's handsomely beaked face suggested that he was nearing his limits.

For the moment, however, Rubicundus had been denied the ability to beg the sodomizing griffon to fill his ass with thick, hot cum. His tongue was otherwise occupied - somewhere deep within Achidias' equine rectum. The centaur was conveniently positioned in front of him, and moving with the same slow, deliberate rhythm as K'teshi as he fucked Slira, who was flat on her back on a stone plinth once more, cruelly-clawed legs spread wide to accomodate Achidias' wide body - an arrangement enabled by the dragon's own stone-shaping abilities, which had been used a few times since the option was first realized at an orgy a couple of months ago. The Sharptooth sirrush was hissing with pleasure as her cloaca was repeatedly filled by the centaur's long, thick horse-cock, and the slow pace enabled Rubi to keep up with the movements without too much trouble - his scaly lips glued to Achidias' sphincter, while his tongue explored the depths and sampled the bitter flavours within.

This, Sayn realized, was a bit of a first - until now, Achidias' interest in male-on-male action had started and ended with basic, anal penetration. From there to a rimjob wasn't really a huge leap, considering that he clearly still preferred it as a bit of rectal stimulation while his cock was busy filling up a female, but it still suggested that he was willing to keep 'experimenting' in that direction - most intriguing. The fact that he had solicited said rimjob from Rubicundus specifically, meanwhile, was another optimistic suggestion that her various Consorts were willing to help dominate the eagerly submissive dragon, taking some of the load off of her.

Sayn's eyes suddenly seemed to automatically gravitate towards Thielwen, who was currently standing by her side and looking more cheerful than she'd seen her be for months. Was she really doing the right thing in encouraging her Consorts to use, abuse and humiliate Rubicundus of their own accord? But, ah, Korlin seemed to be reading her mind as usual, and stepped in closer to wrap one slender yet powerful arm around her waist while whispering in her ear. "Worry not... I've kept a very close eye on your pet dragon ever since you acquired him, and I'm quite confident that there are no dark undercurrents beneath_his_ predilections. He just loves to submit, to be wholly in the power of another... humiliation, denial, even torment simply gives him something to submit to."

With this worry allayed by Korlin's confident words, she belatedly noticed the last two members of her harem - Consort and Concubine both - approaching with a cheery wave. Well, Silas - who had hands- waved cheerily, while Orichaniel jiggled his tail-bud in a fashion that seemed to serve the same purpose amongst the Flower-Dragons. "Contest all over?" The faun asked pleasantly, his tall, hairy, donkey-like ears flicking to preclude any silly questions about how he'd heard about it. "I take it our inestimable and invincible Empress-slash-Goddess won?" Lutra rolled her eyes mightily at this. "Well, of course she did... none of us are stupid enough to try and actually _beat_her, considering what a cruel, bloodthirsty and iron-fisted despot she is - it'd be a short trip to the headsman's block if we actually did so, y'know!"

The otterkin then expertly ducked a whistling slap from Sayn that she'd clearly seen coming well before she started winding up her arm and stumbled towards Silas with a giggle, eyes drawn to the long, thick cock that currently dangled limply between his hairy legs, so clearly oversized for his frame. "Actually, if you're done with Ori, could you maybe help me get my spirit back after my terrible defeat, hmm?" The faun's long shaft almost immediately started to harden, rising towards the horizontal and beyond as he readily agreed. "Just make sure I can still keep an eye on things while you're fucking me..." Lutra warned as Silas readily stepped forwards. "I still wanna know what, exactly, I _didn't_win."

Meanwhile, Orichaniel walked up to Thielwen with a grin on his chitinous face and bobbed his head. "Ah, I was looking for you... Silas proved unable to last quite as long as K'teshi over there, but he certainly put in his best effort, and it seems like that delayed gratification translated directly into quantity - not surprising, I suppose, considering how active those huge orbs dangling between his legs are. Perhaps you'd care to partake in the results?" Turning around, he lifted his petal-covered tail to reveal a sphincter still gaping slightly after Silas' lengthy and girthy attention, already oozing faun-cum that seemed nearly as thick as cream cheese on this occasion.

Thielwen seemed about ready to just automatically drop to her knees and dig in - but then, instead, paused. A thoughtful look occupied her face for a few seconds as she regarded the cum-dripping tailhole - then she smiled, and ran a hand down to rub her sobbing-wet pussy. "Why, yes, Orichaniel - I do believe I would like to partake!" She replied, and quickly followed words with action - diving down to lodge her face beneath his tail, noisily sucking out the thick jizz within and eagerly swallowing it.

With the contest's losers thus occupied - save for Aishee, who was currently leaning on the pond's edge, lifting herself up from the water by an arm's length to better take in the many sights - Sayn allowed Korlin to guide her closer to Rubicundus and his current partners. They watched the tail-end of the lengthy ass-reaming that K'teshi had been dishing out, while Korlin lightly caressed her and whispered in her ear just what she had won, rapidly stirring a tingle of excitement and arousal in Sayn's abdomen.

"All those times I helped Rubicundus 'ease the pressure'... all the cum that had been building up inside him, unreleased... where do you suppose that went?" Korlin teased, her fingers as light and fluttery as her words. "A basic rule of reality is that you cannot create something out of nothing, nor make something into_nothing. Magic, of course, can _bend those rules - but never break them. When I pull something out of the aether - clothes, toys, ropes or whatnot - that is an example of the rules being bent. Those things exist only for as long as I will them to, and will disappear back into existence once I release the spell. Conversely, if I were to make something disappear, it would only _stay_disappeared for as long as I maintained the spell..."

"Wait... so... where is all the jizz you 'disappeared' from his balls?" Sayn asked, a bit confused, struggling to focus on the esoterics of magic while her lover's skilful fingers gently teased her slit and clit. Korlin chuckled. "About a second from here... a second_ahead_ of us, that is, but moving at the same rate, so we cannot catch up. Until the spell collapses, that is, which will happen the first time dear Rubi has an unimpeded orgasm. Then, as he empties himself, he will find that he is still as full as ever... months of accumulated seed, returning now that the path is clear at last. You were planning to remove his cage today, weren't you, hmm? Well, that is your prize - you get to enjoy the fruits of his first climax."

She couldn't quite wrap her mind around it, but at the same time, what she did understand seemed tempting indeed. She had so_missed Rubicundus' cumloads, after all - they were so thick, so large, so _hot, giving her a delightful sensation of warm fullness in whatever hole she bade him use. She'd been looking forwards to experiencing it again once she ceremonially removed the cage... but now, it sounded like she'd be getting something that was several times more intense! Licking her lips, she moaned in impatience, feeling a tingling sensation of eagerness in her pussy and womb as Korlin continued to lightly rub both her labia and her belly.

K'teshi, at last, reached his limit. His lion-like hindquarters ceased their slow, steady thrusting, and briefly accelerated to a fevered pitch before halting altogether, pushed all the way forwards while the griffon groaned. Rubicundus shuddered underneath him, eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the long-awaited load of griffon-cum fill his rectum. His scaly lips were still glued to Achidias' sphincter as he groaned in submissive delight, his long, powerful tongue lashing around the inside of the centaur's tail-hole in a sudden frenzy.

The sensation of this impassioned ass-licking apparently pushed Achidias over the edge - his downwards thrusts into Slira's eager cloaca suddenly picked up a lot more force and emphasis, and seconds later the centaur and sirrush were moaning in orgasmic unison while generous dollops of his abundant cum began to bubble out around the edge of his fully-embedded shaft. As Achidias and K'teshi both stopped moving, breathing heavily as they sought to regain their wind after such lengthy rides, the only other sound was the obscene slurping that heralded Rubicundus' continued efforts to devour Achidias' equine tailhole. This persisted until the centaur straightened his human torso and, with a sigh, glanced over his shoulder to declare "You may stop now..."

For a while, it was quiet, save for the continued panting of the miniature orgy's various participants. Slira remained trapped between the stone plinth and Achidias' muscular bulk, his still-hard cock filling her cloaca, and she clearly had no particular interest in changing this situation, based on the content smile that creased her long, reptilian face. K'teshi was still on top of Rubicundus, his cock tied in place by the still-swollen knot, his bird-like foretalons still wrapped around the dragon's vulnerable wing-joint, while Rubi himself had returned to resting his head supinely on the ground since his oral services were no longer in demand. He too seemed a touch winded - but it was still him who first broke the silence by declaring, somewhat breathlessly, "Thank you for allowing me to serve you, sirs... please continue to use me whenever you see fit, in any way that pleases you..."

Achidias just grunted an acknowledgment of this as he began to back up, pulling out of Slira and, considering his current position, scattering drops of mixed cum and cloacal lubricants on top of Rubi's head, staining his crimson scales with a splatter of off-white. K'teshi, however, leaned over a bit further, grinding his hips into the dragon's hindquarters and pushing his flexible tail harshly down against his spine. "Oh, I will... believe me, I will..." he whispered sharply through his beak. "You may be the Beastmaker's dog, but I'll make you my bitch. I'll make you forget that your tailhole ever served any other purpose than warming my barbed cock." Rubicundus trembled visibly at this message, before replying in his customary, submissive fashion. "Please do, sir. Serving the members of the harem with my body is my chief purpose, after all."

K'teshi's narrow-eyed grin left little doubt that he'd meant what he said, Sayn judged. Whatever interest he still had - or hadn't - in any other males, he clearly wasn't going to miss any chance to dominate Rubi, which could only delight the submissive dragon. He apparently didn't have anything else to say about the matter, though, and instead set his beak in a determined line as he began to dismount and pull out. His knot was still only partially deflated - normally, a tie would last for significantly longer - and Rubicundus yelped in sudden discomfort as its significant circumference strained his aching sphincter to the limit.

His vacated tailhole gaped as the knot left it, gurgling as a pool of white deeper inside began to flow outwards - only to be stopped as Rubi's tail smoothly bent down and reinserted the plug that had been dangling from his tail-tip throughout the event. Instantly, the magical plug expanded to its full size, creating a watertight seal and making the tailhole's owner groan audibly from the sudden sense of fullness. The crystal base immediately lit up, showing a fine inside view - making visible not only the pool of griffon-cum that K'teshi had left behind, but also the shallow scratches that his barbs had inflicted on the sensitive intestines. Reaching forwards, K'teshi tapped the surface with one claw, causing the lines of numbers to reappear. "Two hundred and thirty-eight..." he declared with a satisfied smile. "A number that will continue to rise, if I have anything to say about it."

Sitting back on his haunches, he then glanced down at his cock - still semi-hard, yet to begin its retreat back into his sheath - and opened his beak. Then he closed it again, his eyes panning inexorably towards Sayn, who was still standing nearby, blissfully enfolded in her beloved Korlin's embrace. She smiled pleasantly at him, then looked away to sweetly call out a command to Rubicundus. "You may rise, my pet... and take whatever position you judge most suitable for serving and servicing my Consorts." Promptly and smoothly, Rubi rose from his exposed position - tail still held high to show off the plug and the contents of his freshly-fucked ass - in order to spin around and bow his head before K'teshi. "Will you allow your humble servant to clean that for you, sir?" he asked, in a voice that dripped raw submission, while his eyes scanned the semi-erect shaft that hung limply between the griffon's furry haunches.

"By all means..." K'teshi replied after quickly clearing his throat. Rubicundus promptly leaped into action, lowering his head between the griffon's spread hind-legs to begin licking his cock clean. Of course, Rubi had cleaned his ass carefully for the occasion, but K'teshi's barbed head had still managed to scrape out a fair amount of bitter, slimy ass-residue, to go with all the cum-stains that still clung to the wet shaft. Furthermore, Rubicundus' fanged maw meant that, like Slira, he was limited to using his tongue for most sorts of oral interaction - ensuring that he got to taste every drop of slime he cleaned off K'teshi's cock and swallowed. However, if this displeased him any more than burying his tongue completely inside Achidias' equine asshole earlier had done, there was no indication of it on his face - or, for that matter, on his rock-hard cock which was still shuddering with aroused eagerness inside its metal prison.

Sayn waited patiently for Rubicundus to finish his cleaning-task, before finally stepping forwards - her own arousal nearing a fevered pitch. Carefully mastering herself, she summoned the dragon's leash to her hand and pulled his head around to face her. "Your introduction as a full Concubine seems to have gone well, puppy..." she said tauntingly, prompting Rubicundus to flash a beatific smile and nod. "Yes, Mistress. I look forwards to serving everyone here to the best of my ability, though You will always remain my first and foremost Mistress..."

Chuckling, she eagerly seized on the handy lead-in he'd just provided. "As it should be, pet. But for you to serve everyone here fully, one little detail needs to be dealt with first... sit!"_Rubicundus responded promptly to her command, as ever, and despite his current pony-like size, he still managed to look decidedly canine as he took up the appropriate pose. Reaching down, she ran a finger over the metal of his now-exposed cock-cage, causing the sensitive flesh underneath to tremble and jump. "Leaving this where it is has been _fun and all..." she taunted. "But I'm sure the ladies of the harem are looking forwards to commanding your attentions, including ordering you to deposit a nice, hot cumload in the orifice of their choice."

"Of course, Mistress..." Rubicundus replied, sounding slightly strangled. Straightening up, Sayn looked around at the aforementioned 'ladies'. Slira had rolled off the stone plinth and gotten to her clawed feet, cloaca still drooling centaur-cum, and was watching with eager interest. Thielwen had apparently finished feasting on Orichaniel's juicy tailhole, and was currently kneeling beside him with cum-stains across half her face, eyes alert. Lutra was still getting pounded by Silas, but true to her request, she was bent over with her hands on a nearby tree while he railed her from behind, providing her with an easy angle to watch the ongoing events just by turning her head. She looked... reasonably alert still, suggesting that Silas was currently holding back for that express purpose. And of course, Aishee was still watching eagerly from the water's edge, with both of her hands visible for once as she once again pulled herself up high in the water.

"Keep in mind, ladies... he's only allowed to cum with express permission..." she called to all of them. "So be sure to let him know when and if you want a load of dragon-cum in your belly! And should he ever deliver one without your permission, do come by and let me know so that we can arrange a suitable_punishment_ for him together, m'kay?" This restriction wasn't likely to be quite as severe as it sounded, considering that all of them shared her own delight in the warm, filling sensation of a draconic cumload - but they'd likely still have some fun with it!

"That being said..." she continued, directing her attention back towards Rubicundus, who seemed to be swallowing slightly at the sound of the other ladies' eager agreement. "...I know you're going to be a touch backed up after so long, so once I take this off you, let's have a bit of fun, hmm?" Looking strained as her fingers again caressed his imprisoned cock, he nonetheless quickly nodded. "I am ever at Your disposal, Mistress." Smiling at his eagerness, she rested one fingertip against the very tip of the cage, and whispered the command-word for releasing it. "Playtime..."

As obedient to her command as its wearer, the enchanted cage promptly began to unfold itself, relinquishing its viselike grip on Rubi's cock - curved bars straightening while the urethra-filling tube pulled itself out, prompting a drawn-out moan. As the whole thing came off, she quickly grabbed it before it could fall to the ground, and handed it over to Korlin, who was still hovering nearby. The way the freshly-freed limb was jumping and twitching, it clearly wouldn't take very long for Rubicundus to reach that first unimpeded orgasm.

Fortunately, the plinth that Slira had used for her session with Achidias was still nearby, and a twist of the leash prompted Rubicundus to grow to a size similar to the centaur even as Sayn climbed atop it and laid down there with her thighs spread wide. Her pussy was more than ready - dripping wet, fully engorged, gaping slightly with sheer eagerness, still far from sated despite the earlier session with Korlin. "Now come, puppy - mount me, and fill me with all your love and devotion!" she called, and as ever, her pet dragon obeyed with undisguised eagerness.

As his scaly bulk covered her body, his cock - trembling with energy now that it was finally free of its prison - found the waiting orifice with practiced ease and slid smoothly inside, stretching her labia pleasurably with its girth. Already, it was throbbing, pulsating with long-belayed need - for all of his hard-earned discipline and self-control, it would clearly be a matter of seconds before Rubicundus reached his climax. Not that he ever lasted very long inside of her, unless specifically ordered to restrain himself... and on top of that, getting directly dominated by a griffon wasn't likely to have made him any less aroused.

Sayn didn't mind - she was quite close to the edge herself, after all. Every jerky thrust of the huge dragon-cock sent her careening closer as she relished the sensation of his unrestricted shaft plundering her pussy. The cage did provide some interesting texture, of course, but there was also something to be said for the purity of the long, thick column of hot dragon-flesh that was now filling her - bereft of any cold metal that might interfere with the sensation. His size was just right too - reaching deep enough that his cockhead was rubbing against her cervix at the bottom of every thrust, her labia stretched pleasantly but not painfully. Sometimes she liked to encourage him to grow a bit bigger, stretching her a _bit_more than was really safe, adding an edge of pain to the pleasure from the overstrained vaginal tissue - but not this time. This time, she simply wanted to luxuriate in the sensation of being filled with scorching hot dragon-cock.

She just about had the time to think those thoughts through before Rubicundus groaned in ecstasy above her, and a flood of thick, hot, creamy cum began to pour into her womb. The sensation, as had happened a few times before, served to push her over the limit too - moaning and trembling as she came, fingers and knees digging into the dragon's red-scaled flanks as he continued to pump his hips in short, sharp, jerky motions while he emptied his balls. Or, _tried_to, anyway. This, after all, was where Korlin's promised prize came in...

Over the past months, Rubicundus had endured innumerable broken orgasms - reaching a climax only for it to be denied as the metal rod filling his urethra blocked any attempt at ejaculation. All those loads, left unreleased, had been magically removed by Korlin, lest his health might suffer from this persistent deprivation. Gallons upon gallons of dragon-cum... not gone, but merely displaced through time, awaiting the moment where it might find an outlet. And thus, tongue lolling from his fanged maw, eyes rolled back in his head, Rubicundus experienced two months worth of orgasms, all piled together - his cock spurting for minutes rather than seconds, the ecstasy dizzying, overwhelming even to one of draconic constitution.

Sayn's orgasm was likewise prolonged, albeit through more natural means - or so she thought, at first. The continued sensation of being filled up with hot cum, flooding her pussy and womb, certainly helped... but after a few seconds, so did the sensation of her womb stretching like a balloon, expanding along with her belly-skin to contain the deluge. The sensation was sufficiently reminiscent of her occasional flirts with dangerously large penetrations to trigger a whole new dimension of fetishistic pleasure, redoubling her ecstasy, even as she dimly realized that this had to be Korlin's work - some kind of spell cast by the Kirin on her belly and womb while they'd been waiting for Rubicundus to finish up earlier. A thoughtful gift from her beloved, not only enabling her to fully enjoy the massive quantity of her 'prize', but also giving her the ability to indulge her most dangerous fetish in a safe context for once. Of course, that realization - and the surge of passionate love this sent cascading through her already pleasure-blasted mind - only served to further deepen and prolong her orgasm.

Eventually, several minutes later, she descended from the orgasmic peaks and returned to full consciousness, panting and sweaty... to find Rubicundus still going through his own, magically-prolonged climax, groaning and trembling, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum into her already overfilled belly. She could feel the near-painful strain that this sheer quality had provoked, and glancing down the valley between her modest tits revealed a wobbling mountain, like the belly of a woman far into her pregnancy. A slimy sound and sensation suggested that a fair amount of the output was gurgling its way around the dragon's fully-embedded shaft, too - bubbling out around her labia to run down her butt-crack and form a miniature waterfall over the edge of the stone plinth. It was mind-boggling, but at the same time, it did make sense - two months worth of orgasms, often two or three per day, all piled together... it would add up, wouldn't it?

Feeling a tender touch on her shoulder, she looked to the side and found Korlin kneeling there, smiling mischievously. "Enjoying the sensation?" her beloved asked merrily. "I tried to make sure that you'd still be able to feel just an edge of the pain you'd naturally experience if your body was warped and stretched in such a fashion... knowing your predilections as I do." Sayn giggled in reply, still floating on the aftershocks of the long and intense orgasm. She could, indeed, feel it - her womb and belly, straining to contain the impossible quantities of cum, _just_the right side of painful. "It's perfect, my love..." she sighed.

It would take another handful of minutes for Rubicundus to finish catching up on his orgasmic backlog - at which point even his draconic constitution was at its limit, all four legs shaking as they struggled to keep his scaly underside from flattening Sayn's bulging belly. Fortunately, he subsequently had a chance to recover from the sheer intensity of the experience, while the ladies of the harem amused themselves in various ways with the enormous deluge of cum that emerged from Sayn's freshly-fucked pussy once he dismounted. A rest he'd very much need, since his duties were far from over - it was, as they all knew, the last outdoors orgy of the year, and he was very much the centerpiece thereof...

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Throughout her life, the Beastmaker faced resistance - this, indeed, seemed a constant of her entire life. Even when she was nothing but a lone vagabond with a small force of inexplicable, golem-like Beasts at her disposal, wanting nothing more than to be left alone, there were those who resisted this simple wish. In those days, however, said resistance was comparatively simple - mobs of frightened, superstitious villagers or city-state armies sent to destroy her - and her unique powers were well-suited to dealing with such attacks.

Once she became Empress and was named Goddess-in-Flesh, however, her objectives became far more complex - peace and unity throughout the world, no less - and the resistance she faced similarly grew more insidious. To openly bid her defiance at this point was sheer folly - and anyone who tried, from the Dragons to the Therians, soon learned this the hard way. However, there were those who recognized this fact, but still stubbornly refused to simply accept the new order she had brought about. Those who had lost wealth, power or influence to her ascension, or who despised her for other, more personal reasons.

Only long after the fact did it become clear how assiduously these people had been laboring behind the scenes, even as the Empire seemed to enjoy a Golden Age of peace and prosperity. Indeed, it remains up to debate whether the Empire's secret police - dubbed 'The Unseen Hand' by later dramatists, for all that it seems to have had no actual name during this seminal period - even caught so much as a_whiff_ of the plot that was in the making at the time. The conspirators clearly moved with great care and patience, refusing to be rushed, seemingly content to spend years preparing for their masterstroke - all in the name of remaining covert. Such dedication to their purpose would be quite admirable, were it not for the dark nature of their plan...

-Excerpt from The Rise and Fall of The Beastmaker, doctoral dissertation by Junior Scholar Prakarov.

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