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A little rain wasn't going to stop the birds from singing. Nor was it enough to discourage Irving, no matter how long his backpacking trip had proven to be. If he didn't trust that mysterious tigress so much, he might have thought she sent him off on a fool's errand just to get his horny self out of her hair for a while. The g-shep had been hiking for most of the day. There was simply no other way to get to that place in the deep, dark forest but to go on foot through some occasionally treacherous land. His legs were tired, his clothes were damp, and there was little he wanted more than a warm bath. Yet for all his discomfort, it was all worth it just to get his first glimpse of the paradise that awaited him at the end of his tiring trek.

He expected a camp. Maybe there would be some tents, or some crude structures. Instead, there towered a three-pointed monument to the glory of their forest goddess nestled in the middle of numerous tall, seemingly marble structures. It was like stepping into an untouched piece of history, perfectly preserved from the outside world. The sparkling spires of the central temple shone bright even in the low, gloomy light. It was as if he'd entered another world when he came out from the branches. Something delicious hit his nose. Something beautiful touched his ears. The strum and thump of distant songs mingled with many enchanting voices, singing something in a language he didn't understand. The breeze blew through the hidden queendom laid out before him, and the weary traveller felt soothed rather than frigid simply by virtue of being in those sacred grounds.

Figures approached. There didn't seem to be any sort of security presence, any sort of guard, but he still felt a certain degree of apprehension. Was he welcome? He hadn't exactly announced his arrival, but surely Indi wouldn't have sent him somewhere that was going to get him speared. It wasn't until he saw them through the mist that he felt comforted. They weren't armed, nor did they seem hostile. Instead, he found himself admiring the truly unique sights standing before him in some sort of revealing ceremonial garb. Their robes partly concealed the full extent of their figures, but even at a glance he had to conclude that he'd never seen hybrids quite like them before.

It took him a little time to even parse what they might have been. The crested feathers and half-beak of a grey-blue bird mingled with the lower jaw and of a canine, or perhaps a feline. Maybe both. Yet despite his top half, he walked on hooves and swayed a long, striped horse's tail behind him as he made his tip-tapping approach. Beside him, Irving saw a larger, more heavyset figure with a blend of dark black scales and reddish fur, peering at him with bright orange eyes framed between two curved horns. He had to admit the presence was a little intimidating, even if he didn't see weapons. Yet when they spoke, their words came preceded by two deep bows, and every syllable was delivered softly, as if they were two steps away from dreaming.

"Goddess' greetings traveller. You are welcome here," the half-dragon said in a low voice.

"We were expecting you," the hybrid bird mysteriously said, then added on more casually. "Or I assume we were. I just like saying that."

"Follow us if you wish to sample our divine hospitality." The furred reptile held out a hand then made a sweeping gesture of invitation.

"And be sure to swing by the buffet table!" the avian encouraged.

Irving was still a little disoriented, and his legs were still shaky beneath him from the lengthy journey, but it hardly seemed to matter anymore. He knew he wanted to see what they had on offer. A place to rest, a place to eat, and maybe a little bit of a shoulder rub after hauling that pack for so long would have been good enough. Yet as he trailed behind the trails of those elaborately-dressed hybrids he felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into something warm and calming, as if the whole queendom had been perfumed with something particularly intoxicating. He found himself half-closing his eyes, perceiving his surroundings with his other senses. Every scent in the air was worth sniffing, be it of exotic foods steaming in nearby cauldrons, or the rich fragrances of burning incense, or the sweetness of their natural surroundings. He listened to the many songs radiating out through the otherwise untouched forest and breathed a deep sigh, immersed in an otherworld that left him with his guard entirely down despite how strange it all seemed.

It was a place of celebration and festivity as much as it was a place of relaxation. That much was obvious when he stepped into the steamy confines of the heated baths. He was the odd one out for certain - just a canine amid a sea of hybrid bodies. Nobody seemed to hold it against them. Some of them had their eyes closed as they soaked in the bubbling waters of that expansive bath house, while others fixed their gazes upon the guest in their realm. They offered smiles, approving nods, and he even saw a few suggestively beckon. He glanced back to find his escort had already departed. They were partaking in the amenities themselves, slipping free of their garb and sinking into the water alongside other naked bodies. He hadn't exactly packed swimming trunks. Irving was just going to have to lower his pack to the ground at last and start stripping himself down in front of all those strangers if he wished to join them. It was an easy choice.

There was no particular ceremony about it. He wasn't trying to show off, just to get bare. It was a relief just removing himself from that well-worn outfit after spending the whole day marching along in it. He grunted and rolled his shoulders a couple times to get a satisfying crack out of his spine, and then he picked a place that didn't seem too occupied. He didn't want to intrude. They were kind to have him out there at their ... what was it? Very private spa? It seemed a little more than that, especially with the talk of a goddess at the head of it all. Whether they meant it literally or just referred to a respected leader, he didn't know yet. There was something a little culty about it all, he had to admit, but the water was ever so cozy to immerse himself in and soak a while. A lengthy sigh escaped him as he immersed his tired, aching body up to the neck in perfectly hot, never scorching water and closed his eyes for a while.

Maybe it had only been a few seconds, maybe it had been minutes, but he was quickly off daydreaming about nothing in particular. It wasn't like he'd never been in a hot tub before, but there was something special about the water, maybe even magical. Every muscle that complained after his long, arduous journey to get there was swiftly soothed, and so was his mind. Nothing seemed to matter much while he soaked in the great baths of the supposed goddess. It was enough to make a dog like him suppress a few whimpers of pleasure and relief alike just to let go of his physical and mental burdens alike. Somewhere, someone played some sort of flute. Somewhere else, someone plucked the strings of something exotic, something mystically entrancing. Or he assumed there were players even though he couldn't see them. Maybe music simply radiated through that place, as if the realm itself was singing.

He was so caught up in his divinely soothing experience that he hardly even reacted at first when a pair of hands began to knead his shoulders. Two big paws pressed down into his muscles and began to work him like a particularly stubborn lump of dough. There was strength in those hands, but plenty of care too. He gave some loud doggy groans while the pleasure swam through his every nerve, moving like a drug through his system all thanks to just a few deep squeezes. It was only after several minutes of getting massaged by those wet paws that he opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to see who it was that had been so generously serving him. He had to fight to keep his eyes from going too wide.

Broadly shaped and supremely soft, the ursine hybrid's particular species makeup was obvious at a mere glance. Though she was shaped like a bear, she was coloured like a doberman, with that smooth, sleek blend of brown and black decorating her supremely curvy form. She was heavyset, solid, clearly strong, but her bust and belly alike were the picture of femininity. And those were some truly motherly hips on her too, complimented by a pair of thighs like a pair of solid support columns holding all the rest of her up. She knelt by the side of the bath Irving had occupied, and gave him a little grunt of appreciation when she saw him looking her over so blatantly. It was hard not to appreciate the naked, glistening shapes of such a gorgeous doberbear, especially one he wasn't expecting. He couldn't suppress his question either, even if it sounded silly coming out.

"Are you the goddess?"

The half-bear gave a little snort and shook her head. "That's very flattering. But no. I am simply an adoring follower, and I'd love to make your time with us a little more pleasant. Lena, by the way."

"Oh. Irving." He offered her a warm smile. "I wouldn't have been surprised."

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Of course he didn't. The only thing he needed to consider about such a question was how to keep from seeming too eager. He slowly nodded his head and scooted to one side to make sure she knew it was okay while he thought about the right words.

"I'd like that," he eventually said.

Her heft displaced the water a little, spilling it out over the marble edges while she pressed her hip to his and sank down nearly to the bottom. Her cushy form simply seemed to draw him inwards, until he found himself unconsciously squishing up against her belly and bosom alike. Well, maybe that was partly a conscious thing. She slowly worked until she had one of those strong arms around his shoulders, and took the opportunity to lightly stroke her long bear claws along his shoulder and chest. It oddly tingled. Every part of him had grown more sensitive during his time in the water, leaving him more aware of even the smallest of sensations. That also meant once he felt his sheath giving a twitch, there really was no stopping it. The slightest throb felt good enough to inspire another, and another, until he was firming up beneath the surface. At least the waves of warm water partly concealed his growing shaft, though it was still plenty obvious.

"You have done well to come all this way and find us, Irving," Lena softly said. Her voice was oddly comforting in its husky tones, especially when she dropped to just above a whisper. "We'd love to have you stay."

"Stay?" He gave a doggish quirk of his head. "And just how long do you intend to keep me?"

"Oh it's nothing like that." The beardog gave an irresistible smile. He was lost in it, awaiting her next words. "You're not our prisoner. We'd simply delight in showing you the full extent of all the experiences we offer. You're always free to be on your way, when you wish."

Though something had set off a red flag in the back of his mind, he simply returned her smile and nodded. Part of him wanted to dart in and lay a kiss on that big, blunt bear muzzle, but that would have been a little direct. Instead, he questioned her further.

"What ... sort of experiences?"

She brushed past his snout and planted her lips directly within one of his ears. Her words were softer than silk.

"I was born of an impulsive evening, given life by the goddess and an unlikely pairing ..." she began.

He wasn't sure where she was going with this. She went on.

"When you are here, with us, there can be no regrets. Let a moment's indulgence create beauty. We pride ourselves on putting something new into the world, and take pleasure in doing it. Every time."

While she spoke, she moved a heavy bear paw down his chest and to his belly, slowly streaking across his middle until she was a mere few inches from his shaft. By then, he was almost fully engorged. It took just two more sentences out of her to firm him up entirely.

"I look at you, Irving, and I can't help but think what a good father you'd be. A handsome, sturdy canine has much to offer to our hybrid queendom."

That was when his eyes went wide again. His ears stuck straight up and he pulled back from her to give her a stare. She just smiled again, and kept slowly stroking down his body. He held perfectly still but for a slight tremble of his lip while she wrapped her digits firmly around his dick. At first she just held on, looking him in the eye, waiting for his approval. He realized he was holding his breath, so he let it all out in a little gasp and nodded his head for her to continue.

"Let me warm you up. Something tells me Great Corisande would love to meet you personally. She always has time for our guests."

So that was the name of the goddess. He could hear the respect Lena put into every syllable. That every single person he'd seen so far was some sort of unique hybrid was giving him ideas on how the whole place worked. He was pretty sure that such visible blends of species were fairly rare, out on the regular world. Sometimes a few traits crossed over, but he knew leopard-tigers who just looked like leopards, hyena-zebras who looked like hyenas, and so on. Something was different there. Something, perhaps, divine. Either way, he was happy to accept a calm handjob from the partly ursine beauty, even if he wondered just how long he'd last before blowing beneath the steamy water after she'd done so well in seducing him.

"I know the moment I get impregnated," she said, speaking so softly the unsubtle words didn't even phase him. "I can feel the seed taking. I glimmer with joy knowing I am part of creation. A little bit like the goddess myself, every time."

He simply nodded along, hardly thinking about how obsessive or strange her speech might have been. Her heavy paw could grip him tightly, and she knew just how to rub his knotted dick to keep him perfectly hard, to keep him throbbing without ever quite working him towards orgasm. He felt himself swelling, maybe even growing. It was like he'd somehow unlocked his full potential, had grown even more aroused with nothing more than a few precise rubs of his shaft. His knot fattened, his balls swelled, went taut, his cock bulged with every heavy thump of pounding lust. Lena simply kissed him on the cheek and gave him the occasional slurp with her broad bear tongue while she worked him.

"Hold it deep inside you. Feel the virility flowing, glowing. It shall give you the strength you need to endure the divine pleasure that awaits you." She hummed and even seemed to moan at the mere thought, before going on in that same warm voice. "And I'd love to see you once miss Amaranthe is finished with you."

That must have been their leader's last name, or maybe another title? He really wasn't sure how it all worked. The world swirled around him. He'd never really taken in his surroundings much since settling into the water, but in that moment he saw through the mist and haze of pleasure that the indulgences had been right in front of his eyes the whole time. Close-pressed bodies rubbed and squeezed, and he saw a dozen hybrid tongues stuffed into mouths. Others were already in the middle of their mating, further mixing their blended genes as they blatantly bred right in front of their guest. Others gradually worked their way to sex, simply touching and tasting each other's bodies in ongoing states of idle admiration. Each coupling was unique. Some joined others, or grew to threesomes when others wandered near. It was as casual as it was intimate, a perpetual orgy among the steam, sending the scent of sex high through the air to mingle with the herbs and incense already swirling through the dog's nose and mind alike.

Lena never escalated from a smooching handjob. She massaged his cock with the same precision and care as she had his shoulders, and just as before it was somehow so much better than it had any right to be. A gentle cock-rub that felt as good as deep penetration left the canine whimpering just a little. She smelled so nice, she was so warm, so caring. Everyone in that strange forest cult radiating such kindness that he felt safer than he ever had. To say he'd dropped his guard was an understatement. He was about ready to trust those hybrids with his life, or at least with his pleasure. Just as he felt he was ready to simply slump down into the water and utterly melt under the attention of the motherly bear, she released him. To be deprived of her touch was a shock that left him feeling chilled even beneath the water, but one look at her face was enough to get him comfortable again.

"You are almost ready. But first you must be pampered. It simply isn't right to send you to the great hall until you feel completely relaxed." She patted him on the shoulder, then clamped down with her firm grip to help him out of the water. "Go. Cross the baths and through the door just there. Tell Lydia I sent you for the priming ritual."

Irving wasn't sure what he thought about participating in any sort of unknown ritual, though if it was as pleasant as everything had been so far, he'd accept it. Rising up to his feet, dripping and hard, he let all the others around the baths see his engorged cock while he did as he was told. A parting glance back at the busty bear left him with a sense of longing, but surely he'd see her again before he left that place. He felt a little awkward padding along, wet and naked, fully hard all the while. Hunched low and shuffling, he moved through the sea of steaming bodies, basking and breeding alike, until he transitioned from the baths and into a slightly less humid area where a table awaited him. Someone meditated atop it, as if she'd been waiting for him the whole time.

That must have been Lydia. The woman seemed far too big even for the expansive, windowless room. Her zebra stripes hinted at one side of her, but the rest was very much giraffe. Her tall, athletic body was lithe but still visibly toned, taking up a good deal of the room simply with her crossed legs. Though despite her leaner frame, she still had an impressive pair of tits, seemingly just floating there in defiance of gravity as she seemed to murmur something under her breath. If he wasn't already ragingly hard he might have been more modest and resisted looking her up and down, watching her chest rise and fall along with her fine bosom while she chanted. It was the same thing, over and over like a mantra, but it fell short when she seemingly grew aware of his presence. She kept her eyes closed to greet him.

"A guest in our realm? Blessings of the goddess upon you. You are welcome, friend."

How she knew that, he could only guess. Perhaps it was by scent. He glanced down at his cock as if to simply confirm it was still pounding with need, but decided he didn't need to conceal it. She was just as naked as he was.

"Um. Yeah. Lena told me -"

He was interrupted by a soft, musical laugh. There was a rhythm to it that left him with the brief, odd compulsion to dance for her. Instead, she opened her eyes at last. He saw her looking at his dick, could practically feel her scanning him up and down, and then there came a little tingle up his spine as he watched her extend that extra-lengthy tongue of hers and lick her chops.

"A gift, for her dear friend? Such a virile one she's sent me. I shall thank that beardog later. In my own way."

She paused, perhaps to let him picture that for a moment. His dick gave a heavy twitch at the thought. Then she continued.

"Have you yet been blessed?"

"Uh ..."

"I shall take it you have not. Very well then. I would love to have you all to myself, right this very moment, but we have work to do. Now begins the priming ritual."

Lydia moved from the table to reveal a little hole in the middle. Irving was pretty sure he knew what that was for, though he waited for her to indicate before he just went ahead and shoved his dick in it. The tall, stripey giraffe-zebra ran both hands along the surface of that cushy table and then gave him a nod. She didn't have to say anything more. He watched briefly as she moved with a swish of paintbrush tail to start oiling up her hands in something potently fragrant, and then he slowly hobbled his way and started to stretch out on his belly. His gait was altered by the sheer need thumping through his shaft, but he didn't let it keep him from offering himself up to her expert talents. That aura of trust and safety never faded. He was confident Lydia knew exactly what was best for him.

That much was evident when she laid her healing hands on him. Lena had been good with her every touch, but Lydia was a magician. There really was no holding back his moans when she was pressing so deeply into his muscles that he felt as if her fingers might come out the other side. At first it hurt a little, but that initial pain was swiftly followed by the relief of everything that had ever ailed him. Or so it felt. Aside from the deep, penetrating kneading she also stroked her fingers smoothly along his oiled back, tracing patterns he couldn't quite recognize across his muscles. The soreness was gone, but he could feel even better, he soon found. Whatever she was doing, it sent tingling sensations up and down his spine that branched out all the way to his extremities. She moved his blood around, manipulated his energies, or whatever it was she was really doing. All he knew was it invigorated him with a sense of lustful relaxation, leaving him sprawled, content, and pulsing madly in that little nook that left his bare cock pointing towards the floor.

She circled all around him, humming an enchanting tune. There was something slightly haunting about its tones, but in such a way that left him deep in thought rather than nervous. He drifted into something not quite a dream, but not quite awake, his mind filled with thoughts of beauty, of calm, and of wet, savage breeding all at once. A beastly part of him wanted to simply rise up from that table and pounce upon the graceful hybrid as she rubbed him down from every possible angle, but her treatment was far too pleasant for him to interrupt. Her humming grew to more of a murmur while she squeezed her way down his extended legs. By the time she reached his paws she was singing to him. The song made his eyes lightly mist, even if he couldn't understand the words. He was in a place of utter beauty, a place he never dreamed of reaching, and he was being treated as a guest of honour at every moment. It was enough to almost make him forget the ache and throb between his legs that left him streaming long strands of precum all the way down to the floor below.

Lydia was talented to such an extent that when she pressed her thumb into one of his paw pads, he felt it in his scalp. She knew how to stimulate his entire body all at once with merely a touch. That was where she worked him for a while, leaving him tingling internally while she worked those connections, pressed firmly and precisely into those nerve endings, only to stop somewhat suddenly. A moment without her care was enough to leave him wanting, but he soon discovered it was only to shift positions into an any more favourable one. He had his eyes shut tight, but he soon felt the warmth of her breath over his shaft. She lingered there just a little longer until she unfurled that great tongue to demonstrate one of its many tricks.

The slick, slippery touch of that flexible thing was enough to make him groan out with delight at a mere lick. When she started wrapping up his entire cock like a drooling serpent, he started squirming. He'd been pent up for so very long. His balls felt swollen and heavy, his cock was absolutely rigid. If only she would have allowed him to break, to go over the edge, he would have painted her kneeling form in enough spunk to submerge her. Or that was how he felt at least, and similarly, he didn't know how he knew, but he knew he wasn't allowed to cum just yet. She masterfully manipulated his pleasure to ensure orgasm was always on his mind. That rising, blazing need within him overtook his being while she squeezed him in a constriction of her tongue. He leaked the thickest precum he'd ever produced, but his balls grew ever tauter while she drew him in to suck.

"Ahhh, goddess ..."

He wasn't sure why that word came out of his mouth. Maybe he was just absorbing the culture around him while they teased and toyed with his dick. Pleasure had a way of making him open-minded. He felt those thick lips wrap around his pointed tip and all he could do was grip the table tightly, bracing himself for what was surely the release to come. The slathering, slobbering sucks she applied to his absolutely pounding cock were enough to make anyone blow, no matter how much willpower they might have had. But it wasn't about willpower anymore. He listened to her mmming and gulping while he shot pre straight down her throat, but no matter how hard he twitched with her every squeezy suckle of his shaft, he never managed to let off the pressure. It built, it swelled, it expanded his mind and balls alike while she pressed his dick right into her long neck, swallowing all around it to add to the absolutely irresistible sensations.

"Nnn! Please, Lydia, I feel like I'm going to explode ..."

Glrrrk. Schliccck. Splrch.

That was her only reply as she sucked him right down to the knot, and then popped that into her mouth as well. She wound her extended tongue beneath and around his balls and gave those a little squeeze as well, even a tug. He was whimpering as if in fear of his own pleasure. His eyes rolled, his jaw dropped. Panting and drooling for that wickedly talented half-giraffe who edged him to a breaking point, he was about ready to beg. A curl of his toes, a scrunched up, strained expression with his ears flat, and he rose from whimpering to simply crying out. Something held him back, as if he'd been affected by some sort of drug. Perhaps those fragrances in the air were more than sweetness, or perhaps the oil she'd rubbed into his fur was something more than just a pleasant lotion to make his skin tingle. Though considering the way the whole place had entranced him, he wasn't going to rule out some sort of magic spell.

Despite the shuddering intensity of her blowjob, a part of him was grateful when she finally stopped. She slipped out from under the table to look him in the eyes. That required squatting down to his level, staring at his strained expression while she licked her lips of all the juices he'd given her. He had so much more, but he was starting to get the idea. Those were to be saved for his special meeting. Lydia tipped her head from side to side as she regarded him, then she just gave him a wet smooch on the forehead. He clung to her every word, though he swore he didn't see her lips moving. Her sentences spilled out as if directly into his mind, thanks to the deep, intimate connection they had made in such a short time.

"I think you are ready. You will please our lifegiver. What shall you help her create, I wonder?"

The tall woman took him by the hand and helped him rise up from that table. It took a while, but eventually he was on his shaky feet once more. The room shimmered around him, altered and enhanced. He saw every crack in the walls, caught the scent of every single figure in the other room. His body was truly primed and ready to experience every single sensation it possibly could, and all that was left was to find out where he was supposed to go. Lydia gently nudged his shoulder.

"Climb the stairs. Finish your pilgrimage. I will await you here once you have been thoroughly blessed."

He was pretty sure he knew what was going to happen up there, while at the same time he had no idea. Who awaited him atop that heightened place? He staggered out of the room and through the steamy baths, nearly slipping and falling into one of the heated pools along the way. The sound of sex and celebration rang all around him until it blurred together. There were only so many things he could possibly take in at once. Eventually, he closed his eyes, and navigated merely by instinct, to keep from being overwhelmed by all that was going on around him. Somehow, that led him to the right place. He opened his eyes when he bumped into the first step into the temple. The vast expanse of that central structure rose up above him, with its many columns and doors. Any one of them could have been correct, but something drew him to one in particular, reeling him in with an invisible lure.

It was a temple of many chambers. He glimpsed a flurry of activity through every doorway. There was of course the expected lewdness. He even spotted his former escort busy at work with some other guests. The hybrid bird he met her earlier was wrapped up in the wings of a blindfolded crow, smoothly thrusting, fucking the caws and warbles out of her. And that larger one, the one who had been at least part dragon, he knelt before a spire of knotted gryphon cock, worshipping a massive black beast who'd luxuriantly sprawled himself out in another of the chambers. That guard was one of at least four others eagerly tending to him while the creature splayed his wings across the entire room. Other scenes played out as he progressed down the halls, whether it was the rhythmic chanting or worshippers on their knees, a choir of singers rehearsing their ethereal songs, or simply quiet moments of candlelight meditation.

The forest cult had many members, and not all of them were hybrids. Some of them looked as if they might have been guests just like him - or they had been once, before being drawn in and claimed by the allure of the isolated community. It was a maze in there, and sometimes it was almost too dark to see when the torches weren't lit. One wrong turn and he might have been lost in there for eternity. Even so, he never deliberated when there was a fork along his path. Forward, ever forward he went to the central heart of the whole structure. He had never lost his lust the entire time, throbbing along with his every step, but the mystery of what awaited him compelled him forth without any consideration of his needy ache. He was surprised at just how humble her chamber really was, when he found it.

To a point. There was some degree of extravagance, not the least of which was the veritable orchestra lining the wings of her throne room, if it could be called such. The torches blazed to cast a golden glow upon the inky feathers of the seated queen, where she reclined upon a multitude of pillows. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, as if halted by a spell. It wasn't that, or at least he didn't think so. Instead, he simply needed a moment to stop and consider the naked elegance of the queen herself. He'd seen his share of hippogriffs before, but none quite so soft, exuding such matronly charm as she did. Perhaps she truly was a goddess, not simply referred to as one.

The majestic matron was as motherly as a breeder queen ought to have been. Everything about her was broad, soft, communicating the utmost of fertility at a mere glance. She was a dark-feathered bird up top, graced with a crest of white and black. Her golden eyes matched the beads that dangled from her perked, dark teats. A cushy belly spoke of repeated motherhood, as did the puffy, thick lips of a shiny marecunt nestled right between her thick, painted thighs. The palomino magpie seemed to slightly blur the air around her, only adding further enticement to her shiny shape, to her impossibly exceptional curves. A great pillow of a gryphoness, she left him gaping, left him stunned simply to gaze upon her. And it was something he couldn't stop doing once he started.

It wasn't long before she saw him looking, and she leaned over to murmur something to a nearby attendant. The tiger-striped stallion at her side departed to the side to leave the path before Irving clear. There was no one between the two of them. She slowly rose up to an impressive height, positively towering over him. When she completely unfolded her wings, they stretched from one side of the room to the other. It looked like the offer of a powerful embrace, one that had him stumbling forward against the urge to fall to his knees before her. She rose to golden hooves and happily met him halfway. He was slowly engulfed in the rustling touch of her silky feathers until he was fully wrapped up in her wings and drawn closer, closer. They finally met in the centre of the room, surrounded by her followers. He just barely came up to her glorious bust, and didn't hesitate to wear her breasts like a hat while he pressed his chest to her soft, rounded belly. That same enchanting scent that had wafted all throughout her lands was strongest at that very moment. He breathed it in slow, shuddering breaths. All eyes were upon the two of them, and yet he hardly even thought about his audience. It was all about her.

"Irving," she warmly spoke in a steady, striking voice. He might have described it as strong, feminine, deep, perhaps even a little like a song in itself - and all that from a single word. She left it at that for a few moments.

"I am glad you found me here. As the prophecy foretold."

He blinked up at her from between her breasts.

"Do you ... really have a prophecy about me?"

He would have believed it, but by her brief, trickling laughter, she was merely having fun.

"No. But I could not help myself. The truth is, our mutual friend told me of your approach. I shall have to thank her for granting me such a gift as you."

"I ... well, I, um ..." He had no idea how to speak to someone of her authority. Eventually, he just dipped his head with respect and awe alike. "Thank you, goddess."

"Oh, that's just something they like to call me. You needn't fuss. Queen Amaranthe, if you're feeling fancy. Corisande will do just fine."

She lowered herself to his level, bending forth, her striped tail slowly swaying behind her. A grasp of his hands in hers and she pulled him even closer, utterly immersed in her bosom. Her voice fell to a whisper as she asked him a simple question.

"Dance with me?"

So they danced. She held his hands in hers and guided him along through a series of simple yet graceful moves he didn't recognize. The drumming began. It started slowly, along with the murmuring of the masses of musicians who surrounded them. For all her radiant heft, Corisande moved her matronly body with speed and rhythm alike as the mystical song grew in intensity. The beating of many drums rattled through his mind. It resonated in his ears, nearly drowning out all else. The murmurs blazed to a chant, a repetitive string of words he didn't recognize, over and over while he swayed with the great soft gryph before them all. Eventually she embraced him, curling him up in her arms and wings alike, pulling him close to guide him with the grip of her thighs squeezed taut around his hips. He was enveloped in her, pressed close to her feathery half, immersed in her fluff and scent alike while she took him with her, twirling and swishing their way across the room while he remained nuzzled deep between her breasts.

Something told him she wanted more than just a cuddle. He took her silent guidance and laid a kiss upon one of those enormous bird tits. From there it became his obsession to make that breast feel as good as possible. He licked it smoothly, letting the feathers tickle his tongue. A brush across one of those firm black nips left a tiny trace of something sweet on his palate. From there he simply had to slurp some more, even latch on and suck a few times. She encouraged him with a pleasant coo, one hand on the back of his head while he began to drink deeply of her motherly milk. One swallow was enough to leave him swamped with the ambrosic flavour of something silky sweet, something unlike anything, pure creamy delight as if dessert flowed through her great bosom. Together they groped and squeezed in the gradual sway across the room. A tip-tapping clop of golden hooves followed the beat of the many drums until they collapsed together atop the great mountain of pillows that awaited them.

He wasn't sure what was softer. She cushioned his fall with her wings and kept him as close to her as ever. The chanting never stopped. It escalated further until the choir was shouting their zealous cries to be heard over the pounding of the drums. In time he found his heart mimicking the frantic pace. Soon after, his dick throbbed to the same tune. The rhythm was all around him, and it had control of his every pulse, his every little twitch. It was inside him, begging to be let out. He witnessed her beauty as if from one end of a narrow tunnel, projected outwards from his body yet still aware of every single sensation. His body was a vessel for the excitement of the moment, absorbing all the pleasure that flowed forth from their primal meeting there before the approving, bellowing audience playing a vicious song.

It didn't take her long to get on top of him. He wasn't sure how it had all happened so quickly. She was vast and weighty, but remained ever so comfortable even once he was utterly smothered beneath her bulk. A squish of downy bust and belly alike kept him cushioned as she rubbed her silky form against him. That left his cock glossing across the feathers on her soft tum, leaving streaks of the juices that had been leaking from him the entire time. Where moments ago he had almost forgotten about the urgency of his own arousal, he was suddenly reminded with a bodily surge of rigidity that left him desperate. It was worse than before. He could no longer bear the urge to be deep inside her, no matter how many hybrids he ended up siring with the great breeder queen. Pumping, thrusting, quivering all over, he whimpered for her when he couldn't find the words to beg, and was rewarded for his eagerness as she overtook him and nestled snug in riding position.

"Offer yourself to me. Give me all you can give as we exchange our blessings, dear guest."

From there she simply sang. She closed her eyes and planted her knees down on either side of his hips. That left his cock glossing across the shiny surface of her equine pussy. That puffy set of lips visibly flexed with desire for him. He felt her juices trickle down over his rapidly pumping shaft, bringing forth her heated scent. A single swallow of that was enough to drive him into a savage fury, but he remained pinned beneath her, to be taken at her chosen pace. She didn't keep him waiting long. Her body swayed back and forth with the falling rhythm as the pounding of drums grew gentle once more. They joined her in the mating song while she at last sank down on his dick, pushing him firmly into the impossibly tight depths of her fertile pussy. The winking inner grip clamped down around his first inch before he could get any deeper, powerfully milking him until he was shrieking for his goddess.

He had certainly never heard such a sound come out of him before. But he'd never been wrapped up in the juicy thighs of a breeder goddess, slowly sinking into her blessed cunt. When he wasn't sure what to do with his hands, he merely clutched his head as if losing his mind with pleasure. She hadn't even taken much of him yet. The sucking schlick that followed left him drooling, panting, and simply wailing with moans that sounded almost ghostly. She took him all. A plunge down his dick left him buried and knotted just like that. A suckling pop sealed that extra bulb deep inside her, and she still wasn't satisfied. The last inch, even some of his sheath, and very nearly his balls in the process, she didn't rest until she had enveloped absolutely everything he had to give. Then she pressed down to grind her pussy lips against his body once she was satisfied, and let the milking squeezes begin.

There rose his heart along with the drums once more. She clenched around his every single engulfed inch until he could do little more but slap his hands down on the pillows all around them, trying to endure the pleasure she granted him. The song grew to another crescendo as they mated, slower this time. Every singer was in perfect harmony, every drummer followed the same tempo, as if they were all of one mind as the final ritual commended. She was soaking wet, utterly drenching his dick as she held him deep. The talents of her flexing muscles winking hard around his shaft meant she hardly had to bounce to drain the seed from his balls, but nonetheless she added a bobbing roll of her hips to assist in delivery ecstasy. A truly divine breeding like that left him glimpsing her jiggling curves through a haze of blurred vision, and even some tears.

He wasn't weeping out of any sort of excess emotion. It was more a matter of simply being unable to believe it could possibly feel that good to be inside someone. Sometimes a moan broke through her gentle song while she rode him near unconscious. He found himself scrambling, patting at her thighs and hips, stroking her belly, laying his hands all over her as if to express that he could hardly even stand such divine sensations as those she gave him with her every greedy squeeze. The grip of her pussy ensured every single inch of him was stimulated to the fullest, pushed to the edge beyond the edge and yet sent higher. Even as her riding remained slow, things only grew louder as he made her wetter with every unhinged throb. The squelching cacophony of fucking the goddess' flooded pussy was loud enough to content with the chanted encouragement from the performers who observed his every thrust. He thought he might have heard his name amid all the other words he still couldn't understand.

When the need to cum was at its most desperate, she interrupted her song with a sudden cry, as much a bird's shriek as it was a mare's whinny. Then there came her voice, firmer and more powerful than he'd ever heard her yet. It surrounded him.

"Yes! Offer your light, your kindness, your fury!"

The curious wording didn't throw him off. He was possessed by a spiritual experience of an orgasm. It was impossible not to look up on her glowing form and not see a goddess in the moments it took to go from climax to release. His voice erupted in a wolflike howl as he joined the chorus of wailing worshippers. He felt his balls grow so tight it slightly scared him. His cock bulged out, the veins standing up taut and firm while the pressure swelled and swelled. With his eyes wide open but not seeing, he lost himself in the swirl of his release. Squirting, spurting, gushing, giving her his absolute all - he blew his load for her what felt like a dozen times over. Emptying out his swollen nuts kept him enraptured far beyond the limits of a regular orgasm. He was locked there in seemingly unending ecstasy, perfectly milked by the winking grip of the tightest sex he'd ever fucked.

She pumped, she clenched, but it wasn't until the moment his cum entered her that she met him with a finish of her own. Hers was every bit as messy as his. It seemed for a moment as if she rejected his offer, spraying his cum right back out from around his swollen knot with how hard she squirted. He heard the squelching hiss of the mess they made together, soaking each other's bodies in their collective need. She drenched him to the core, left him sweltering and steaming, and only once he was utterly dry did she finally relent. Relaxing only made her slightly less tight, but that was enough to allow him to relax and breathe once more. From soaring to descending, he crashed into drooling adoration beneath her royal elegance, cock sweltering in the creamed cunt of the breeder goddess.

"Another seed within the blessed garden of my womb. You have done very well, Irving. Though surely you are not finished?"

His first instinct was to laugh at such a notion. He felt utterly defeated, dominated, drained to the point it was difficult to even cling to consciousness much longer. Yet as she ran her talons softly across his chest, scratching deeply into his fur, he felt a great invigoration flowing through him. There was still a part of him that was utterly convinced it was magic, though he could have chalked it up to simply feeling inspired. He quivered at first, his lip trembling, then he croaked when he tried to speak. A few firm ahems and he finally found his voice again.

"What would you have me do, miss ... um, queen ... I mean - Corisande."

It took a while but he got there. The urge to call her by some royal title just came naturally. She inspired such rapture, such infatuation, and all with just one session spent balls-deep in her divine pussy. Then there came his whimpers again as she slowly pulled from atop him. That meant dislodging his deeply wedged knot, along with the rest of his sex-slathered shift. He dripped and glistened for a time, panting as he awaited her reply. First, she gave a shake of her head, and a brief sample of her sweetest laughter once more. His devotion pleased her, amused her, and his heart swelled with pride to know it.

"Nothing. I give no command, no guidance. I simply wish to see what you might do, if left to your own desires. My body is yours to explore."

She released him from her wings and sprawled out to his side. Perhaps she wouldn't offer him any suggestions, but the flock of followers certainly would. There came a single beat of the largest drum. Throom. Then, after several seconds of that booming sound echoing throughout the central chamber, another. Throoom. It sounded like the start of a war march. Part of him wondered if it was an unspoken threat of something terrible if he couldn't satisfy her one more time, but he doubted it. Besides, that wasn't going to be a problem. One glance at her waiting form, at her shining sex and lust-drenched thighs, and he knew he had it in him to give her more, no matter how much he'd already been drained.

Something possessed him again. This time it didn't leave him passively accepting his experience. Instead, he felt a sudden burst of ambition, even aggression. From flattened, nearly crushed, he suddenly leapt up, ignoring all the fatigue in his muscles. She gave an approving coo as he took her by the calf and slowly lifted that leg straight up above him. It was weighty, but she was happy to assist him. From there, he found himself intertwined between her thighs once more, but this time he was in charge. He mounted her, laid himself over her, and even let forth a growl. The rest of the drummers joined in, shrouding his voice in that percussive cacophony, pounding upon their instruments as they shouted a single word of inspiration. He didn't understand it, and yet somehow he knew exactly what they meant.

Breed! Breed! Breed!

He'd already knocked her up, but he fully endeavoured to do it again. He knew it would work. It had to. If she was a breeder queen, then surely her womb had room for many. There was no more need to strive for his legacy when he found it between her thighs. She watched him with an arch-beaked smile as he nestled himself down and pushed inside her once more. There was hardly any ceremony about it, despite the music. He needed to rut her, to pound her, and he was snarling with the absolute urgency of it all.

Somehow, blowing a fat load had only made him hornier. His cock was engorged and ready. It had never softened for a second. He plunged deep, spreading her out, fighting against the rhythmic pulse of her winking kneads that matched the manic chanting and drumming all around them. His bones shook with the power of those instruments as the musicians seemed intent on destroying them in celebration of his newfound initiative, and that was precisely what drove him to utterly plow that perfect empress pussy.

With a ramming thrust, he buried himself deep and watched her tits and belly bounce in response. Her whole body had such a pleasing wobble to it once he started thumping. He gave a wrenching tug of his knot out of her clamping grip, only to shove it in again. A deep, messy knotfuck sent the juices of their previous courtship splattering off in all directions. And then there was the noise. He might have laughed at the excessive schlurk and splurch that came with every stroke, but he was far too caught up in the breeding haze to do anything but pound her as hard as he could. The great cushy goddess atop a mound of pillows could certainly endure a deep rutting, no matter how rough he got with her. He clutched her thighs, he gripped a breast, and he showed her his teeth as he lost himself in the frantic, feral need to impregnate that exotic beauty as thoroughly as he possibly could.

For all his ferocity, she was still very much in control. She took his offering of lust in stride, moaning for him when she chose to, speaking words of encouragement at other times.

"Yes, good Irving. Unleash your real self. Who you were always meant to be. A breeding stud, snug between the thighs of his goddess. How sweetly you succumb to your primal side, to the beast within us all."

That she managed to deliver such a speech without faltering meant he wasn't going fast enough. He ignored the drumming and found his own rhythm, beating it out deep in that winking marecunt nestled between two thick thighs. She wrapped him up between them and tugged him a little closer while he picked up his pace. His knot remained jammed inside her by then, leaving him with some rapidly thumping thrusts that only picked up speed the more pleasure she gave him. There came those squeezes again. He didn't let them stop him, but they were enough to make him flinch and squirm a little between his strokes. Sometimes he lost his rhythm, only to find it again as he fought back against her potent kneading. No, he wasn't going to slip and fall into another orgasm, she wasn't going to milk him again until he was ready.

He had to scrunch his eyes shut, because watching her bouncing bosom, her sly, seductive smirk, and her golden eyes blazing at him was all too much. Even without looking, he could still see her smiling at him, could still feel the warmth of her approval while he utterly devoted himself to shaking the walls of her sex with his pounding thrusts. His stamina lasted long, but it wasn't infinite. He was only mortal. When his arms began to shake beneath him, he soon sank down to rest his head atop her breasts once more. Panting in her cleavage and drinking down her scent was more than he could manage. He threw himself forth with one more potent lunge and sank himself as deeply in her wickedly tight horse pussy to let her winking do the rest of the work for him. All it took was a few seconds of broken concentration before she utterly claimed him with nothing more than some potent squeezing. He curled up, arched his back, and submissively groaned his way to another massive cumshot snugly inside her queenly cunt.

Her warmth grew just a little warmer while he shot his spunk within her womb and let it all flood back out around his cock. She came for him again in the process. The longer he filled her, the more she contracted and gushed for him, mutually milking each other until there finally came his breaking point. He sharply whined and tried to pull back when the pleasure took a sharp turn into overstimulation, and within a moment she relaxed and let him go. He slipped free of her horse pussy and flopped onto the pillows, panting against her thigh as juices slowly trickled down from her splattered sex. With a tip of her head, she let out a sigh that was as breathy as it was sung, a melodious conclusion to their mating like the final notes of a tranquil ballad.

"There you are, my king. You shall be prized among our people. We will take such good care of you."

The haze fell upon him thicker than ever. He slumped down and faintly babbled, utterly stunned by the cosmic experience. She gave him as long as he needed. His wet cock was flopped off to the side. He closed his eyes and let himself recover, basking in the preeminence of the fertile empress. She stroked his back with her talons, scritched him behind the ear, and led her followers in a soft, calming tune like a lullaby. Something about it made him come close to simply breaking down in tears at its angelic tones, but mostly he just felt sleepy. Not exhausted, not spent or drained, but content in the safety of the moment, in the righteousness of his actions, and the pride that someone so divine would wish to carry his young. He had the thought of holding out a little longer, and that was his last before sweet sleep finally found him.

He was the forest, he was the clouds above it. He was an unbending willow. He was an ocean in a storm. Though the smudged images of dreams, she was always there, burning brightly, casting her loving gaze upon him as he slept. By the time he awoke, they had taken him somewhere particularly cozy. He was snug beneath the covers, sprawled out on a bed wide enough for three of him. Or one breeder bird. She was nowhere to be found at that very moment, but he couldn't be too disappointed. He found himself looking into the slightly worried eyes of the giraffe-zebra he'd met the previous day - or had it been days? A wash of relief came over her kind face when she saw him awake.

"Good afternoon, sweetie. She really did a number on you, didn't she?" Lydia chuckled.

"I ..." he began, and stopped to think about it.

In truth, his previous encounter was a bit of a blur, though it would come together in time. He remembered her scent, her taste, and that enduring, godly pleasure like no other. The thought alone was enough to make his sheath give a twitch, and soon he was sporting an impressive spire of morning wood that he couldn't hide beneath the silky sheets. He glanced down, then back up at the towering hybrid. She smiled.

"Queen Amaranth likes you a lot. And I can see what she sees in you. You may find yourself frequently approached by those longing to carry your seed in the coming days, dear." She stopped to wink. "Myself among them."

He wanted to tell her how much he liked the idea, but before he could get another word out, the curtain in the doorway flung open and in barged another familiar face. Lena gave him a great big grin when she saw he was awake, then an even bigger once when she noticed the blanket bulge.

"Look who's up! And the cute dog attached to it too! Heard about your show, Irving." She stopped and planted her hands on her hips. "I'd say I'm jealous, but we're all very good at sharing around here. And you'll share yourself with us a little longer, won't you?"

He looked from one mixed beauty to the other, and all he could think about was what a lucky dog he was. Maybe he was a prisoner, or at least a temporary captive, or maybe he really could get up and find his way home anytime he liked. It didn't matter. He had no desire to leave that place anytime soon, even if it meant forgoing any responsibilities he left behind. Such burdens were meaningless under the loving wings of the goddess, and he had so many more pleasures to explore.