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To describe the Imperial Palace of the Avian Empire as "Opulent" or "Magnificent" would be an understatement. Fine and polished marble caused each step to clack through the vastness of its cavernous rooms and lengthy halls, panelled walls of varnished wood added a perceived warmth to the interior spaces and everywhere there was artwork or other decorations that were as much a testament to the creator's skill as the owner's fabulous wealth. In the immense building and its over fifteen-hundred rooms was more wealth than the entirety of some smaller kingdoms or independent nations. It was another world inside the palace, one that was so far superior to even the grandness of the Imperial City that one almost felt like they were moving through a dream.

And yet, it was real. The stone was polished, the wood varnished and the art beautiful, but it was as real as the earth upon which the sprawling wonder of a building stood. Yet, its greatest treasure was reserved for but one woman - the right to call it "Home".

Her entire life, the phoenix had called the vast labyrinth of halls and rooms her home. Daughter of Titus and Amelia Mortal, Kira had wanted for nothing as Imperial Princess, daughter of the Avian Emperor and Empress Consort. These halls knew her and she knew them; a lifetime of wandering through the building had made the act of moving from A to B taxing in physical exertion only. Though she could not be expected to know everyone who walk the palace's halls, it always amused her to see new, or even veteran, servants or guests having to orient themselves. Yet, she knew every hall, every door, every room and every hiding spot the building had to offer.

With the warm summer sun shining down upon the exterior walkway between its towering columns, the statues set into alcoves in the building's exterior wall were illuminated beautifully for all to see. A grand gryphon in full armour and regalia carved in stone, a tall male falcon bedecked in royal armour, each had to be some ten feet tall and always made the Empress smile as she passed them by.

Gracefully, the orange-gold feathered Phoenix strolled onwards through her palace. Average in height for an Avian at 5'9" tall, the Empress' golden feathered body was draped in a flowing dress of white silk that rippled across her form as she walked. The dress itself was adorned with many depictions of birds in flight using gold thread and, as the folds shifted from her movements, it gave the appearance that the creatures were beating their wings in flight. The dress had always been her favourite, ever since her mother had her fitted for it, but it had to take second place to the regalia she wore. Around the upper half of each arm was a large band and, upon the outside, was a mounted a figure of a bird of prey. The figures had their wings spread and their beaks open as if calling triumphantly, all while clutching the hilt of a sword in each pair of talons. Constructed from gold and using diamonds for eyes, the shoulder adornments were one of her badges of office and conferred to her quite the title: "Supreme Imperial Commander of the Empire". Yet, her adornments didn't end there. Resting atop her head was a U-shaped laurel wreath, but it was not made of branches and leaves; the Crown of the Empire was also created from the purest gold and, while it took the shape of such a wreath, it was designed as feathers opposed to branches and leaves. Even if one was to be dumbstruck by the grandeur of the Palace, the Wreath-Crown would make it amply clear who its owner was.

Although, while the Empress' finery was grand, any description of her would be incomplete without mentioning her stature and form. Her face was youthfully beautiful, even though she was fully adult, but her gaze was strong and aware; she was no naïve girl, she was a skilled leader who had wrestled with the stresses of her station and emerged victorious time and time again. Despite this however, her face always conveyed a warmth of character that was reflective of her welcoming nature. She was weathered from her time in office, but proud and unbowed.

She was a little wider shouldered than most Avian women and a little more well-built overall, but her father had been an ardent advocate of physical fitness and martial ability in his daughter. More than anyone else, her father had ensured that she had been taught to fight, to ride and to be resilient against the physical rigors of the world both on and off a battlefield. Whenever the thought of being awoken early in the morning by her instructor crossed her mind, she smiled ever so slightly as she remembered simpler times. Titus had always led his Empire from the front, even in battle, and wished for his daughter to do the same. Although she didn't appreciate it at the time, and cursed her Father for putting her through such intense training, she sung his praises each night in her prayers for preparing her for the hardships of the world. Peace, war, being at the front of a knightly charge in full armour with her lance lowered at the enemy, none of it scared her and she had her father to thank for it. She had always wished to be part of such a charge alongside her Father, but the Gods had other ideas and had called her Father into their eternal care before father and daughter could take to the field together.

Titus' insistence on training had fortified the Empress and given her the strength of a warrior, but Amelia had undoubtably given the girl her defining feminine features. To say that the most powerful woman in the Avian Empire was curvaceous was an understatement of such magnitude that it bordered on criminal. The Empress' chest sported a truly massive pair of breasts, her immense and jiggly mounds easily resting on her thighs when they were free of clothing and restraint. Complimenting her enormous breasts was a backside of such size and shapeliness that it could surely be stood upon by another individual, or have a serving platter laid upon it. So grand was the Empress' backside that it would surely fill out and squash against the sides of any chair into which it was sat. However, if this ever bothered the Empress, she never voiced it. Paired up with her rump in an exquisite double act was a pair of wide and motherly hips that further rounded her lower half down into a pair of superbly thick and juicy thighs that could no doubt smother any partner so lucky as to find themselves permitted to go down upon the Empress.

And all of this was wrapped within the fine silken dress which the Empress wore. A backless piece, it looped around the back of her neck before coming down into a full fronted attire which slipped around her flanks to reform at the small of her back. From there, the dress flowed down her form to the ground. Of course, the dress still had to contend with the Empress' exceptionally large assets.

The phoenix's immense boobs hung heavily in front of her, gently cradled by the straps and front of her silken dress. However, on account of its design, a substantial amount of the tops of her breasts, in addition to her vast cleavage, was on display out of the top of the dress. Moreover, a fair amount of the sides of her breasts were exposed. Lacking the ability to wear a proper bra in the dress, let alone one that could adequately support her extremely hefty breasts, the Empress' extraordinary mounds were rather free to bounce and jiggle and indeed they did. The wide hips of the woman were covered by the dress, yes, but it did nothing to play down their size. It also did nothing to stop the bouncing and wobbling of her great backside. Cheeks of such prestigious size were hard to cloak and, even through the dress, it was clear that quite the amount of activity was being induced in them when she walked. The part of Kira's body that was best hidden by the dress was her legs, on account of its flowing nature. But, even then, as she walked, it would fall over and outline the exquisitely juicy and thick thighs of its wearer.

Walking between the columns and the art alcoves in the wall, the Empress cast her gaze between the art and the courtyard garden to her left. The palace had many like it, small gardens exposed to the sky with a statue or water feature in the centre, with seating and divided into quadrants by intersecting pathways. Each garden had a particular style or theme and this one's was flowering bushes which filled the four plots of the space. Miniature oases of calm and fresh air in the sprawling complex of the palace, they were designed to be beautiful but also functional. Quiet conversation on the benches was out of earshot of those using the covered pathways and helped the courtyard gardens provide an escape, a where individuals could relax and speak freely in relative confidence with each other.

On one side a garden, on the other fine art and with sun gracing them both, the palace could truly feel magical at times. Of course, there were always reminders of the very real nature of the building and its inhabitants however. Between each alcove, watching the walkway and the garden, stood a member of the Empress' Palace Guard. A high honour for any soldier of the Empire, assignment to the Palace Guard was a temporary but desirable reward for distinguished service.

Each guard wore a hybrid dress-battle uniform. The head was protected by a galea style helm, visorless to expose the face but retaining its cheek guards, a segmented plate cuirass protected the torso and protection for the arms was entrusted to integrated segmented pauldrons while bracers and gauntlets warded the arms from elbow to fingertip. The thighs and groin were guarded by faulds, with the legs being protected by plates strapped to the front of the thighs, shin plates and armoured boots. Beneath the armour a sleeveless arming coat and arming shorts were worn, providing both a comfortable mounting and at least cutting down on the insulation that the soldiers had to wear while standing around in the oppressive summer heat. Each plate was polished to a mirror sheen and the undergarments were of a royal red colour, highlighted with a trim of golden yellow. To round off the appearance, each guard was armed with a gladius and dagger at all times. Officers of the guard also had the honour of also wearing short, single sided, shoulder capes on their right side bearing enlarged design of their rank upon it.

Compared to the armour used by the Legions on campaign, the protection of the Palace Guard's armour was a downgrade, but it was built more for parade and ceremonial duties than actual battlefield combat. Standing around in full armour was bad enough at the best of times and so alterations to reduce the required dress down to a more comfortable level had been made soon after the founding of the Empire. Passing the guards by, Kira couldn't help but smile and suppress a chuckle as they stood there unphased by even her presence. As a very young girl she'd remarked to her Father that his soldiers weren't wearing the right colours, in front of several Guard officers none the less. It was then that she learnt that red and gold were the colours of the Guard regardless as to which Noble House was in power. She'd always chalked it up to an understandable mistake, given that her own House's colours were orange red and yellow. Regardless, as she passed by and casually inspected the guards, she often gave small smiles and nods of appreciation to them. Though their individual service on the Guard was temporary in nature, it was integral to the security of both her and other important figures of the Empire.

Alas, she had duties to attend to and could only think on the wonder of her home for a short time during the walk from her last appointment to her next. At least this one would be a little more relaxed than overseeing political debate. Walking somewhat quickly through the halls, she soon found herself outside at the rear of the palace. Before her lay vast marble steps leading down to a paved terrace, upon which was set many sets of tables and chairs. Beyond the terrace, a vast and green space dotted with trees and bushes slowly rose into a shallow hill featuring several paths winding across it and over its crest. Sun beating down upon everything, Kira did not envy the Palace Guard who were currently stationed here. As one of the palace's entrances, it was more heavily guarded than places elsewhere with a guard at either end of every four steps and a Talon Knight at either side of the base of the steps.

Each knight, mounted atop a gryphon, wore a dress variant of their full plate with any additional earnt decorations or regalia of rank. They even had to have their visors closed down, the long and beak shaped visors of their hounskull helmets trapping their breath and making their armour even stuffier; their armour may have been elegant and in places decorated, but engravings did nothing to make it any easier to wear. As for weapons, the two individuals carried both a longsword and dagger on their person.

The poor bastards would be cooking inside their gear on such an afternoon. Even as a phoenix, being far more able to cope with heat, Kira knew from personal experience how uncomfortable sun-baked full plate could become. Their mounts had it a little better at least, wearing open-faced plate helms, metal plates on lower sections of their forelimbs and front only breastplates. Despite wearing far less than their riders, even they would become hot standing about in the sun. Yet, the regal creatures did their duty, standing in place without fuss beyond the odd movement here and there to eke out some comfort.

Moving down towards the terrace, the Empress wondered which of the occupied tables would notice her first. Between the finely dressed diplomats, politicians, off-duty soldiers, clerks and other individuals who were using the terrace to enjoy their free time over a shared drink, it was a Palace Guard officer that spotted his Empress' approach first, shot to a standing attention with salute and, with a voice fit for his station, announced her approach. And, just like that, the approach of a single person had suddenly caused some thirty or so individuals to cease their own activities and stand presentably, or snap to attention should they be of a military persuasion. Passing through, receiving bows and courtesies from none-military avians, or non-avian citizens of her empire, as well as other forms of acknowledgement from foreign guests, she gave the officer a gentle "Thank you, Lieutenant" as she passed. Only after she had passed completely through the terrace and began walking up one of the hill's paths did she hear the guests slowly began to sit and resume their activities.

Getting closer to the crest of the hill, in the shade of an old oak, she began to hear the sound of voices, some of a more refined and elegant tone, while others had a more serious and direct character to them. Continuing, a large table seating five individuals along either side came into view. Set up just over the top of the hill and off to the side of the path the Empress walked, it was a good place for a semi-casual meeting in a much more enjoyable environment than an interior room. The hill provided a good vocal and visual shield from the terrace, the nearby trees provided some light shade and the height of the hill itself provided an excellent view out over the palace gardens. Over half a square kilometre of exquisitely maintained grounds, the gardens contained countless displays of horticultural beauty, as well as many statues and water features. A hedge maze had also been added by royalty at some point in the distant past, though Kira didn't care for it personally. Other high bushes and hedges surrounding the gardens as a whole also provided apt privacy for those within, while maintaining the visual beauty of the scene for those without.

No sooner had she taken in the scene however, did the occupants of the table spot her and, like those on the terrace, stood or snapped to attention and saluted. Approaching the table to a chorus of "Hail, Empress!" from her subordinates, the Empress took a seat at its head and, only after a nod from her, did her guests relax and also retake their seats.

"My Empress, welcome. Forgive us, we were expecting one of your representatives." A male falcon of blue-grey plumage, black beak fading to yellow and green eyes began. "Had we known we would have the honour of your presence, I am certain that we would have awaited your arrival before first sitting." The male, of good build and a towering stature, wore a clean white tunic with short sleeves, white shorts, a sturdy belt with attached gladius, blue shoulder cape fastened on by a gold broach and a stylised blue chest sash which crossed his form and rested upon the caped shoulder. Both cape and sash were embellished with white and silver designs of an abstract nature, though with a nautical theme edging through. While the attire overall was generally unremarkable compared to what others wore around the palace, the falcon did wear a pair of leather bracers, silver thread depicting many patterns across their form and a solid silver insignia sewn into the middle of them.

"You weren't to know, Commodore." Kira simply responded "Although, I am still most interested in hearing your report from the New World." And thus it had begun, the pomp of an official meeting. The sharks wasted no time after smelling the proverbial blood in the water.

"Empress, if I may, you must try some wine. Produce of our New World vineyards!" A middle-aged flamingo squawked at the first opportunity. Well dressed in a virtually shining white toga and wearing multiple silver and gold ornaments, particularly broaches. The vain creature must have pruned itself in the mirror for an hour before this appointment and it showed in its spotless feathers, perfectly polished jewellery and starchy attire as it reached for a large pitcher.

"Ah yes, for which three ships sailed into a storm." A chirpy, but sneering, brown-grey sparrow in a lighter sleeveless tunic with a baggy and folded toga-like aesthetic replied. "It is lucky that two were carrying this wine, else we would never have gotten to try it." They continued, Kira quickly piecing together the idea that at least one ship had been lost along the way. The attitude at the table was positively cutthroat today, this meeting might provide some entertainment after all.

Sitting back in her chair, the Empress merely watched as the two diplomats, of opposing houses, began to exchange words. Although, "Words" was putting it lightly; behind every turn of phrase was a jab at the other's failings, a pitiful attempt to outdo the other in front of power itself.

Idly allowing her eyes to flick between the two and the Commodore, who was averting his gaze which in turn hinted at his involvement in the whole farce, even the Empress was slightly surprised with a strong, gloved, hand reached forth and grasped the neck of the pitcher.

"Our Empress has yet to receive her drink." A stern, serious, voice spoke from behind the folds of the flamingo's flowing dress.

With a pull, the pitcher was taken from the diplomat's limp grasp and another courtier arose from behind them. Leaving their seat, the male moved without ceremony or grace and instead with purpose and intent to the Empress' side.

In but a moment the figure was virtually beside her; had they not been a guest, the two nearby Palace Guard overseeing the meeting would have been spurred to action at such a bold move towards the Empress. He wasn't overly tall, under average even at five foot seven inches, but carried himself with the confidence of a much larger man. A brown feathered hawk with a lighter underside, black beak and a pair of the sharpest golden eyes she'd seen. However, one eye was hidden behind a simple black patch. His attire was out of place for the meeting, a tough and dark brown leather breastplate, a rugged black half-cloak slung over his shoulders and flowing down to the small of his back, worn traveller's pants and sturdy boots, as well as elbow length leather gloves that incorporated bracers and protection for the back of the hand into their design.

"May I have the honour, Empress? Although, I cannot personally promote what this pitcher contains." He asked, having struck to attention with his head bowed completely upon his arrival just a few feet from her.

Picking up a crystal wine glass from the table, Kira smiled slightly and held it forth. "You may." She responded, allowing him to step up to her and, still with his head down, begin to fill the glass. "I am unfamiliar with you." The Empress added. The flamingo went to answer but a quick "I was asking him." From the phoenix silenced them, the flamingo slinking back almost imperceptibly upon their admonishment. Once the glass was full, they stepped back and answered the question.

"Major Darius Audeus, Empress." Was the to the point response, though it was delivered in a tone of respect only found in the words of an army officer. With a nod from the Empress, the Major returned to their seat and placed the pitcher back in its place on the table.

"You are strangely dressed for this weather, Major." Kira commented, swilling the red wine as she did, curious to probe this newcomer further. It was already starting to prove distressing for the two diplomats, now that the attention was completely off them.

"I arrived but two hours ago, Empress. I have not had time to change my attire." Darius replied, looking towards his Empress' place at the table, but never directly at her to keep his head bowed before her.

"I see. What report do you have for me, Major? I do not recall you being listed as an attendee for this meeting." She queried, sitting back in the chair again, savouring the building annoyance within the two diplomats and the growing relief of the Commodore as his failing was seemingly forgotten.

"None. Empress." He responded "I was invited to this table to resolve a dispute as an unbiased, tiebreaking, voter. I did so just before your arrival. With your permission, I will take my leave." With the smallest of smirks, the Empress queried upon this dispute to which the Major explained "Your guests, Empress, they were unable to decide between themselves if the wine in your glass was of greater or lesser quality than domestic produce and thus which would be the better choice with which to curry favour with your representative at this meeting."

Nodding, seemingly satisfied, she swilled the wine one last time and raised it, as if to drink, before opting against it "And what was your answer?" She asked.

"That it matters not which wine is better if what you have to say displeases Her Imperial Highness." Darius answered, looking up and between the two diplomats "And that more concern should go towards what is to be discussed, opposed to what is to be drunk."

The tiny smirk returned to her face as she diverted her attention to the glass, drunk and placed the glass down. Rich, smooth and with a distinct aftertaste of sweet cherry, the wine was pleasing but now a completely moot point as she simply looked to the Commodore and asked for the first report.

For another hour, the meeting continued, various reports being delivered and discussed by both those who would seek to frame them positively and those who would seek to portray them as great shames and the result of poor conduct. The Major however, without leave from the Empress, was bound to sit through it all and observe. Although, twice she called upon him to give an opinion and twice the Major answered with direct and uncompromising honesty, stating the raw quantifiable facts and their impact upon the greater political picture as he understood it. Veteran diplomats, two high-level civil servants and men greater in rank than even the Commodore from both the Imperis Militaris and Imperis Classem were not safe from the Major's honest and direct analysis of the facts.

Though she had had to sit through senior figures of their respective services quibbling like the spoilt children of the more pompous Noble Houses, the Major's direct and surgical dissection of the reports to separate political pomp from actionable insight was refreshing. Perhaps what was more refreshing was watching the mental and oratory gymnastics her guests were doing, knowing that such a personality was at the table by the will of the Empress and could be called upon at any time. They were not stupid after all, they knew very well that the Empress had not simply forgotten to dismiss the Major - they knew that he was there because she had chosen to keep him there.

As the meeting wound down at its conclusion, Kira stood from her seat and thanked her guests for their attendance. At once, she was met with each giving one variation or another of them telling her that it was "Their pleasure". Still, she watched the Major as he stood to attention and gave a deep head bow with a simple "Thank you, Empress.". Taking her leave, she began to walk towards the gardens and could hear the various guests begin to speak again as they dispersed after her departure.

Walking along the path towards the garden, Kira pondered the Major. He was an unusual man. His deformity and choice of summer attire made that abundantly clear, but his brutal honesty made him stand out. His kind was a rare and perhaps dying breed. The type of ranking officer that could be relied upon to say what must be said and do what must be done without grovelling, embellishment or attempting to gain undue favour. She was sure he was a hard man, perhaps even one who forsook close social company, but she knew he was a skilled man - His eye, or more correctly the lack of it, told her that. Such a deformity would have seen his enlistment application thrown out and loss of it in service would have seen him discharged soon after he was recovered enough to leave a field hospital. The only way the Major could have stayed in service was particular skill, or the gracious intervention of a benefactor with considerable power. His family name, Audeus, was not familiar to her and, though she could hardly be expected to remember the names of all families that qualified as nobility within her Empire, she was not confident that he came from noble stock. Beyond all this, he had been summoned to the palace for business. Anyone could have requested the Major's presence, the palace was home to an embassy for every Noble House and administrative branches of other institutions after all, but it was something she was tempted to look into herself. Typically, such information could be blacked out as a "Diplomatic Engagement" but, being the Empress, there were certain avenues of inquiry open to her.

Her mind had wandered during the walk to the gardens and, by the time the ebb and flow of her thoughts had calmed, she was sat upon a wooden bench before a statue of a knight on gryponback at one of the garden's many crossroads. The sun was still high, lighting the gardens and having its rays play off every leaf, flagstone and ornament in the place. Even for the phoenix, summer in the Empire was hot and, after the stuffiness of a political meeting, a break would be most welcome. Perhaps something a little more "Fun" than a break might even be in order, the Empress thought to herself as she looked over the peaceful crossroads and pricked her earholes for any sign of approaching guards or guests.

Beyond the sound of foliage rustling at the light touch of the breeze, all was still and quiet. Perhaps some time could be spared for a little fun? Her next appointment wasn't for some time and no one seemed to be about. Slowly, the Empress arose from where she was seated and, glancing about quickly and cautiously, moved towards one of the larger flowering bushes at the corners of the hedged in crossroads. Quickly kicking off her shoes, she pushed them under the bush and stood barefoot upon the soft grass. With a slight gasp, her hands reached down towards her knees, her fingers curled around the dress and she began to lift.

Quickly, her dress rose up her form, exposing first her shins and then causing the Empress to gasp lightly as she felt its silken form brush over her exquisitely thick thighs. Able to smother a partner's head, she quivered lightly as she continued to lift the dress higher and higher, gathering it up and pulling it towards her hips. Soon, the slight breeze was tickling her thick and bare thighs with the bunched-up dress covering her hips, crotch and rump. Committing to the action, she held the dress up with her left hand as her right slipped down through the inside and grasped the dress from beneath before the left did the same. Inhaling sharply, she quickly lifted the dress, hoisting it up over her form, over her backside, over her hips, over her belly and exposing them all to the world. With her arms curled and holding the dress, Kira looked down at her breasts and their vast cleavage. Feeling the weight of her humongous pair of breasts just starting to become apparent to her arms as they were cradled by the dress, the phoenix's blush would have been evident if her cheeks had lacked feathers.

As with every time she'd pulled off her dress in the publicness of her palace's gardens, the Empress knew she would have to "Swallow her pride" and bury her face between her own boobs. With such gargantuan, soft and squashy, tits, there was little other way for her to remove the dress. With a light groan of embarrassment and arousal she hefted the dress, and with it the great bulk of her boobs, upwards. In a moment, she was smothered between the softness of her own boobs, face plunged deep into their immense cleavage. Unable to keep herself from moaning just a little, the sound was heavily muffled by the mass of her tits as she hastily pulled the dress skywards, over them and over her head. The instant when support for them ran critically low, the phoenix's gargantuan boobs dropped from the dress and swung downwards. A great "Smack!" filled the air as her breasts struck her belly and thighs, almost knocking her back as they bounced into the air again, jiggling, wobbling, rippling and slapping about furiously. Able to see again and with the dress around her neck, she quickly began to grab at her offending boobs as they wobbled and jiggled defiantly, even after her efforts to bring them under control. With her hidden blush growing, she took the dress from around her neck, folded it and slipped it into the bush.

With the breeze brushing against her form and feathers, caressing her juicy thighs, running over the fat cheeks of her rump and tickling her nipples like a hundred admiring hands, she couldn't hold in a light groan of pleasure as she again felt how nude she was as she stood exposed to the warmth of the sunlight and the brush of the wind. But there was still one last task. She'd swallowed her pride but, if she went through with the next step, there would be no turning back. Slowly, her hands reached for the hem of her underwear, a simple white piece that matched her dress, and began to slide it slowly down her thighs. Half squatting and half bending over, the Empress slid down her last piece of clothing. When it reached half way down her shins, with her almost fully squatting, the breeze blew strongly for just a moment.

Perfectly aligned with her body, it blew between her bare cheeks and under her; like a teasing hand reminding her of the risks, the breeze rubbed between her cheeks and over the surface of her sex. It was an all too real reminder of said risks - it would not be the first time her cheeks had been parted if she was caught in such a state, nor would it be the first time her sex had been keenly stroked by an eager hand. Pushing the thoughts of ending up in a male's lap from her mind, she removed the last piece of clothing and hid it away before slowly standing, naked.

Brimming her lungs with the fresh summer air of the garden, the Empress exhaled sharply as she adjusted to standing naked in the open. The simple act of allowing her chest to fall so sharply caused her breasts to slap lightly against her thighs and send a fresh tingle of arousal spreading across her entire body. Spurred on, she took several cautious steps to reach the path. As she did, she could feel her backside ceaselessly wobbling, bouncing for all to see while her enormous breasts jiggled from her movement alone; their resting against her thighs greatly amplified their jiggling, as she was forced to buffet them about with every step. Each step sent a tingling wave over her and, by the time she stood upon the path, her clothing and any desire to hide her huge and exquisitely curvaceous form was long forgotten.

Glancing up and down her chosen path, she ran her hands down the front of her mounds from top to bottom, having to slip off to the sides given their sheer bulk, before a light shudder wracked her body and caused her to shake her gigantic breasts for an absent audience. Her boobs were less forgiving though, smacking into each other lightly before freely jiggling against her. Before her, the path silently called and behind her lay memories of a tiresome morning. Yes - it was time.

Without a second thought, the phoenix practically jumped forwards. Breaking out into a light jog, her body immediately began to both reward and punish her for indulging in such a debaucherous activity. Behind her, the giant backside of the Empress was made to bounce with every step, rolling heavily as it lifted skywards before her cheeks parted slightly as they fell before slamming down, causing great ripples to spread over their surface before said cheeks struck together with a lewd clapping sound. In front of her, her breasts posed an even greater problem. Such enormous, unsupported and uncontained funbags truly took on lives of their own once she began to move. Each enormous breast was thrown skywards by the very act of jogging, let alone being assisted by her thighs and the movement of her legs. Once on the rise, her boobs were utterly uncontrollable, jiggling and rippling furiously as they wobbled chaotically in the air. That was not all however, being thrown in any direction, they quickly began to slap wildly around her chest, striking her and each other, which only fed into their near overwhelming jiggling. To round it all off, her boobs were even louder than her rump, filling the air was the distinctively erotic sound of a female's breasts slapping about her chest.

Hurrying down the path, Kira blushed heavily under her feathers, narrowly avoiding slapping herself in the face with one of her own breasts several times. But, after several moments, she found a suitable speed that allowed her to moderate the jiggling of her assets, remain alert and also deeply enjoy such an intensely erotic experience.

She could feel the breeze coursing across her naked body, tickling her nipples intensely, slipping over and between her thighs constantly, stroking her sex keenly and rubbing her rump relentlessly. She tilted her head back and moaned lightly as the hands of a thousand unseen lovers brushed over her bare form, caressing every curve and contour of her body. Between the thrill of being naked in a public space, the feeling of her rump's rhythmic clapping, the chaotic slapping of her boobs about her chest and the teasing of her body's most intimate parts by the breeze, a warmth began to build within her. She could feel it in her belly; not her stomach, just south of that, somewhere deep within her, somewhere so intimate and so truly within her that it straddled the line between physicality and immateriality. Whatever this place was, it was wonderful. The nest in which the egg of her pleasure was incubated, the forge that was lit with the spark of her lust, the knot pulled ever tighter by her need.

Soon, the world around her began to fall away. Each step in her jog became less a physical act and more a rhythmic motion that only served to feed the growing warmth within her. It had been there, simmering, since she'd undressed, but now she had begun to actively feed it and she was already beginning to feel the effects it had upon her. The ball of heat within her lower abdomen swelled with each clap of her ass, each slap of her boobs, each brush of her thighs against each other, each tease from the wind and she knew she was soon approaching an all too familiar tipping point. The Empress gave a quiet, needy and shaky, moan as she reached that point and pushed herself past it. Like a glass being ever filled, she could feel the warmth build within her, welling up ever higher, feeling ever warmer, ever fuller, brimming and, in a wonderous moment of bliss, overflowing.

The warmth within her, what once felt like a dense ball, suddenly melted, spreading throughout her body, coursing through her veins permeating every fibre of her being. She could feel it too, she felt it move south, touch her lower lips, flood into her thighs and work its way down to the tips of her toes. All the while, she felt it rise up within her belly, up her chest, swell into her breasts, taking her nipples into its embrace, reach out to the ends of her fingers and tingle across every muscle in her face and head. Her entire body felt it - a warmth more comforting than any other, a sensitivity and awareness of herself unmatched by any other and a desire to bathe in such bliss for as long as possible.

With her eyes closed and her breathing light, the Empress almost forgot that she was jogging nude through a patrolled and populated garden. A smile crept across her face as she picked up a little speed, feeling her lower lips become openly wet as she encouraged her breasts and butt to fuel the wonderous and heavenly feeling of caressing her.

She'd already lost track of exactly how long she'd been jogging for, but she guessed it could have been no longer than ten or so minutes. Thankfully, the garden was large enough for such escapades and even her pleasure struck mind was quite adept at spotting the tell-tale signs that people were nearby; despite how enraptured she became, voices, the rattle of armour and thud of patrolling boots always snapped her to awareness.

And snap her to awareness it did.

Eyes snapping open, she came to a sudden stop and pushed herself up against a hedgerow to her left and two strides short of stepping out into another section of the garden, not that it would do much good with frontage like hers. Edging forwards, she peered out.

The next section of garden was quite sizable, circular in shape and was situated at a crossroads. In its centre stood a raised octagonal gazebo formed of marble with roof held aloft by stone pillars. Around the edges of the space stood a total of eight large statues, each depicting a figure of particular note from the Empire's past, and between them were immaculately maintained flowerbeds. It was a pleasing space, once she personally favoured for outdoors speaking and meetings, but it was currently occupied by two individuals. Two members of the Palace Guard had just entered from the path to her left, heads swivelling as they scanned the space for occupants and moved towards the gazebo.

"Be silent, I heard something." A voice stated, quiet and serious but clear. The Empress gasped, an arm rising instinctively but ineffectively in an attempt to cover her breasts, as her head snapped around to look in the direction she had come. In her blissful state, she had jogged straight past a T junction and the voice came from that turn.

"Major, please. Does it honestly matter if-?" A second, much stuffier, voice questioned with an almost repulsively snivelling tone to it - probably a no-name noble or quibbling civil servant looking to make good on some private ambition of theirs.

"Quiet." The first voice snapped, which she now recognised as the Major. Silence followed. Until it was broken by approaching footfalls from the junction.

Eyes wide, Kira flicked her head back towards the guards, who lingered by the gazebo.

"MOVE you dumb bastards!" She shouted mentally. She had to get off the path and the only place she could hide was behind a statue, but she couldn't do that if the guards held their position. The Palace Guards were not lacklustre in their duties however and did the due diligence expected of a soldier holding their prestigious posting. She could hear the boots drawing close to the junction as well and, caught between the two, a shudder of anticipation rippled up her spine.

As if by some miracle however, the guards turned their backs upon the Empress and began to cross through the structure towards the path to the Empress' right. Grabbing her breasts as best she could in a desperate bear hug, the naked Empress flitted out into the open and made for the closest stature on her left as if her tailfeathers were on fire. Though the hug wasn't entirely futile and it did reduce the slapping of her breasts, her backside did give multiple, too loud for comfort, claps as she made the sprint to cover.

Knowing that she had only seconds, and that the lewd sounds of her bare and bouncing assets would draw attention towards her, the Empress almost dove behind one of the statues. Dropping to her knees behind it, the Empress shrunk herself down as much as possible. Feeling her fat backside bulge against her feet and legs, as well as her boobs pooling and spilling from her lap while squashing against the cold stone of the statue, she held her breath and listened.

No sooner had she stopped did she hear the Major call out to the passing Royal Guards. Though he outranked them in no small way, his demeanour was respectful, albeit serious. His respect for enlisted men was evident, a trait that was not shared by every officer in her military, but each question he asked of them felt like a net closing around her. The statue she hid behind was of an armoured Talon Knight with a shield resting against their side; in truth, it was the shield's extra bulk that was keeping her hidden. Risking a peek, she glanced out at the soldiers. Gathered in the gazebo, she could hear the quiet murmur of conversation as she watched the avians converse. While she couldn't clearly hear what was being said, the Major was certainly getting a report from the guards.

Although none of the avians were facing her hiding place, a glance around from the Major caused the Empress to lose her nerve, pull back and squeeze herself down into as tiny a ball as she could. Leaning forwards, she even went so far as to squeeze in the side of her enormous breasts with her arms. While there was no real chance of them bulging out from behind the statue's base, it made her feel a little better hidden.

Once again, she went back to listening. Though the conversation was short, from her perspective it felt like an eternity as the tension of her predicament caused the naked Empress to quiver. Every moment she had visions that the soldiers would perform a search of the area, come over and find her hiding naked behind the statue. The thoughts alone made her shake as the warmth began to well up in her belly once more as her nipples and the soft lips of her sex tingled with sensitivity and began to grow hot. When her thighs rubbed together lightly and unexpectedly, she couldn't keep a shudder from running down her spine; though it caused her rump to wobble, it thankfully was insufficient to cause her cheeks to clap.

Eventually, the sound of footsteps became apparent to the hiding Empress who kept her head down and listened. Though her ears were not sharp enough to place everyone accurately within the space, she could tell that they were moving away from her. Patiently, though not quite calmly, she waited. She wanted to take another glance out from behind the statue, but forced herself to remain still until the footsteps had disappeared and stayed gone. Every moment stretched itself out and she was sure that, any second, someone, somehow, would find her. But, mustering some courage, she took the opportunity to look out from behind the statue.

With a quiet sigh of relief, the phoenix confirmed that the space had indeed been vacated. Ducking back down, she took a moment to give a giddy smile, compose herself and them climb to her feet. Standing and exposed once again, she could feel her nipples and sex tingle just a little at the thought of being out in the open again. But, perhaps that was enough for one day after such a close call?

Yes, she thought it was, as the naked avian began making her way to the closest pathway away from the space; it would allow her a path back to where she'd stashed her clothing and, seeing as she dare not retrace her steps given the potential of somebody being directly in her path, she took the opportunity to look out over the garden as she walked. It truly was a wonderful space, beautiful as all things were in the palace and she couldn't help but give a small smirk as she glanced back at the stoic statue which had hidden her bare form behind its bulk.

Reaching the pathway out, she turned to look forwards and froze.

Before her, beak agape, stood a Talon Knight. The red kite sported white plumage around their face and head, streaked with black highlights around the shaft of each feather. His body was covered in feathers that were primarily a light brown, with the summer sun making them appear more amber in tone. Like those on his head, these feathers also had black highlights, but they were more intense than those on his crown. Each feather faded to a slightly darker tip but, even then, his plumage was positively radiant. Lastly, the feathers of his forearms began as white in colour but, at their tips, faded lazily to black. In pleasant compliment to his lighter head and facial feathers, his eyes were a washed out yellow in colour, while his beak faded from black at the tip, to a white-grey and then yellow at the very base. In terms of age, he was certainly in his early twenties, definitely no older than twenty-three summers.

The red kite male was lightly clad compared to the Knights which had been on guard, wearing only a breastplate in the way of armour. Beneath the plate he wore only a short-sleeved shirt and, while he wore sturdy walking boots that came half way up his shins, his lower half was clad only in a dark pair of trousers. To round off the look he wore a belt from which hung his steel scabbarded longsword. During their breaks, Talon Knight guards at the palace were able to relax, roam and doff their armour. But, while they were still "In reserve" and scheduled for another shift, it was tradition that they remain in at least their breastplate. Aside from that, no Knight worth their Knighthood would be seen without their sword in the palace or on its grounds. Still, for all his discipline and chivalrous honour, the kite gawked and stared at the Empress' stark-naked form.

"Emp-!" Was all the male could squark after a brief moment where they locked eyes. No sooner had the male gone to speak did the phoenix break out into full sprint at him. Though this set her ass clapping heavily and caused her breasts to vigorously bounce, jiggling wildly as they slapped around her chest and against each other, she had to silence him.

As his Empress closed, the male stepped back slightly with his left foot and his left hand gripped his scabbard; had he not been in such shock, his drilled-in training he would have had him adopt a battle-ready stance out of habit. Although, even if he had been ready, the Empress saw that the male clenched his right hand into fist and held it rigid by his side. A tiny detail, but an important one. The male had fought off the impulse to reach for his blade, a natural thing for a Knight to do when charged. But, faced with his Empress, even naked, he knew that to draw a weapon upon her would be shameful in the extreme and tantamount to High Treason should he threaten her with it. Plus, at such a short distance of only ten feet, there was a real danger that they would clash and the blade would inadvertently wound the Empress as it was caught between them.

Crashing into the male, shunting him back two steps, the Empress grabbed the collar of his armour with her left hand as her right locked around his beak and silenced the male. Face still full of shock, the male was silent as his wide eyes darted between her face, the environment and her enormous breasts which, at this point, were pressed firmly against his chest.

"Mmprss!" The male forced through his locked beak, quickly moving his hands out to the sides to give her visibility of them and so as not to touch her form. For a few more moments, he continued to stare at her enormous breasts, smooshing around his chest and engulfing him in the better part of a boob-hug. Breathing fast, the male soon shook his head slightly and forced himself to look skywards.

Heart racing, the Empress noticed an archway through the hedging on her left. By it, on a thin pedestal, stood a small stone bird, a depiction of a Rook stood idly with its wings folded. Reaching out with her left hand, she touched the Rook's head. Grabbing the male again, she shoved and pulled them with her as she moved through the archway. As they moved through, the statue spread its wings, looked skywards and opened its beak. On the other side of the arch, a thin path led forwards to a ninety degree right turn and opened out into a small rectangular space enclosed by tall and thick hedges. On either side was a stone bench and at the far end a small circular fountain provided decoration. Inside the secluded space, both would notice the sudden absence of background noise in confirmation that the space's sonic warding was active; external sound could not reach the space and any sound they made would not leave the space.

Dragging the male into the "Room", the Empress released him and took two steps back. Kira gave a sigh and rubbed her face with her right hand. The male took a step back as well, break slightly open, as he again stared at the naked form of his Empress.

"Lord Impera and Gods of the Heavens, forgive me for my trespass and what I have done; I have violated my Empress in both thought and deed, though it was my intent to do neither this day nor any day which was to follow. I have shamed myself and seek forgiveness in your eyes." The Knight began, praying aloud to the deities of the Avian Pantheon for forgiveness.

"Knight!" Kira sharply interjected, lowering her hand and looking to him. The male closed his beak and forced himself to look at her face, though his own expression betrayed his discomfort and the difficulty he was experiencing. "Trouble not the Gods with this, you are forgiven - it is my will." She decreed.

Almost throwing himself to one knee, the male bowed his head so low his beak tip almost touched his chest. "Thank you, Empress!" Was his breathless response, though it was clear that he was still completely blindsided by what had happened. "Empress - I swear upon my life and honour: I will take this to my grave and beyond. I will not tell a soul, the words shall never leave my beak, I swear it upon my life. Have mercy and seek not reprisal upon a young and foolish Knight. My ears are deaf to temptation, my beak is sealed, my mind wiped of memory. Please, I beg of you, do not punish me for this accident. You have my silence in whatever and every way I can give it."

Looking down upon the male, Kira took a deep breath followed by a long exhalation to clear her mind. Even though he was forgiven, the male knew well that, as Empress, she could easily have him shipped off to the arse end of the Empire as his next posting. Alternately, she could send him to some backwater the Empire currently occupied where his career would surely wither as he was forgotten about. It was not unknown for the forgiveness of past Emperors and Empresses to come at a heavy price. There would be nothing he could do about it and, even if he went public, such baseless slander would surely see him stripped of title, honours and more than likely thrown in prison for a lengthy period after an open and shut trial. "You're right. I will have your silence, won't I?" She questioned, more rhetorically than anything, as she looked down at the kneeling male past her vast breasts.

"Yes, Empress!" Was the hastily squawked response.

A tingle flared at the Empress' pussy lips and she spoke again "No. I don't think you understand, Knight. I - will - have your silence." She repeated. His head raised slightly and showed her his eyes as they darted about, trying to construct some understanding of just what she meant. By now, the warmth had returned to her nipples and began to caress them lightly, like an unseen partner teasing her from behind. She moved her left foot forwards and placed it down in his view. "Kiss me."

"W-" He began, cut off by a cough from the female. Warbling lightly and shrinking in on himself, the Knight prostrated himself on all fours and leant towards her foot.

"Higher." She commanded, before his beak couch touch her. Next, he moved towards her ankle. Again, the command was repeated. Her ankle was bypassed en route to her shin. Once more, she repeated the instruction.

By now, the male had been forced to sit back and look at her a little more fully as he moved towards her knee and, after a final command of "Higher" from his Empress, found himself hovering less than an inch from one of her humongous breasts as he stared at one of her exquisite, though covered, thighs in an effort to figure out how he could place the kiss without touching her breast.

"Go on, Knight." She insisted. Closing his beak to gulp, the male closed his eyes, moved his head forwards, causing her breasts to squash against his face, and planted a quick peck of a kiss on her inner thigh before instantly recoiling and pressing himself back onto all fours, eyes still closed.

The touch of the male against her caused a tiny gasp to escape the phoenix and the smallest of shocks along her spine. "Arise, Knight." She commanded, allowing him to stand while she took a few steps backwards towards one of the benches before continuing "Disrobe."

By now, she could tell his right hand over his crotch was an attempt to hide his terror-boner and, at her latest command, she knew he'd be white as a sheet beneath his feathers.

"As I told you: I - will - have your silence, because I'm going to buy it in such a way that you couldn't possibly allow your break to be loosened." She told the male, giving a slight smile "Come now, Knight, disrobe. You can tell me your name while you do as well."

After several seconds, the male's fear slowly began to change to realisation and it didn't take the mind of an Imperial Scholar to figure out what she meant. Tentatively, the Knight revealed the large bulge in his pants as he began to remove his armour, then his shirt, boots, pants and finally his undergarments. "Talon Knight Vermilion Augustus Tavarus, Order of The Silver Chalice, Empress." He spoke, stammering slightly as he struggled slightly with uncertainty during his undressing.

"A Silver Chalice?" She remarked, watching the male. Once he had his shirt off, she was able to get her first good look at his figure. Aside from being particularly well groomed and of healthy plumage, the male was also in possession of a sculpted figure; it was not one of someone born strong, but of someone who had trained and worked upon their body and figure through years of training - quite attractive in her mind. "I am pleased that such a noble order provides their Knights to me and my palace."

"Yes, Empress." Was the simple response at her remark. When it came time to remove his undergarment, Vermilion hesitated, cheeks blazing red beneath his feathers as he struggled to come to terms with exposing himself to the Empress. But, with a questioning look from her, he let out an uncertain and raspy breath before pushing the clothing down and allowing it to fall. Standing before the Empress, bare, she was able to freely inspect his form. He wanted to shrink away from her gaze as he eyes scanned him, but his loins...they rejected the idea. He was in possession of a fair bit of "Equipment". A pair of heavy, grapefruit sized, orbs hung beneath his thick and hard spire of a cock. Though his length was undetailed, it was still of a similar length to his forearm and clenched fist. He was furiously erect too; the incident had certainly been an arousing one from the start but, when the Empress had him alone, he struggled to clear his mind of what he had seen. That, coupled with her instruction to kiss her, he could not have resisted the urge to become hard when confronted with such a woman in such a state of dress, even if she was the Empress.

With a smile, the Empress nodded and spoke in a calming and relaxed tone "Take a seat, Vermilion.". Walking to the bench opposite her, Vermilion slowly lowered himself and shily took a seat, legs together in some futile attempt to preserve his modesty.

"Please, relax, Vermilion. You are not the first and I'm sure you won't be the last." Kira said, closing the distance between them so she stood only a few feet in front of him. "Sometimes, I need to get some..."Fresh air"...I need to escape the politicking, the ceremony and the whining of bickering nobles and government officials. I think that's at least a little understandable, yes? But, with such a thorough and dedicated force of soldiers and Knights guarding the palace, I sometimes..."Bump into them on patrol" from time to time." She explained to the male, watching him slowly starting to calm and adjust to both her presence and his own nudity. "When that happens, I think it's good for everyone to become intimately aware that they and their secret are in good hands."

"I...understand, Empress." Was the slightly meek response from the Knight. Though her tone was settling, being confronted by the Empress' own exorbitant pair of tits right in front of him was both quite distracting and made it hard for him to truly relax, given the vast array of connotations of both him "Becoming intimately aware" of the Empress and also with she doing the same with him. It broke every social norm of the Empire, every protocol, every established code of conduct and it was...it was an outright scandal! One that could shake the Empire to its very foundations! At this, he looked to her eyes and saw something there. A small glint, a playful spark. She knew this was as scandalous as he did and...and she loved it. He could see it in her eyes as clear as the morning sun, the freedom, the rush, the great payoff either way, she loved it. "Empress...H- How can your humble Knight serve?" He questioned, still not fully confident, but relaxing into a role he was familiar with. She was still Empress and he was still one of her Knights, just that she desired the services of his "Other" sword this day.

A smile crossed the Empress' face at his question, knowing that she had Vermilion in the palm of her hand. She quickly turned about in place to present her rump to the Kite, causing her breasts to jiggle notably while her ass wobbled. In a quick motion, she sat her large backside right in Vermilion's lap. He couldn't help but gasp as he his cock found itself pressed against her cheeks as her overly generous backside spilled from his lap. Instinctively, he opened his legs a little but the Empress didn't stop there, going so far as to fully climb into his lap, making him lean back against the firm hedge as she crossed her legs atop his. "Oh, Empress~" He breathed as his cock twitched at the touch of her ass, easing out a not insignificant glob of pre that began to run down his shaft towards her rump.

Leaning back against his strong and sculpted chest, Kira looked over her left shoulder to the male with a smile and warm eyes "Bounce me." She told him in a seductive tone. "Bounce me and do so freely." As if sensing his next question, Kira quickly added one further comment "Make love to my ass and do not fear cumming inside it; allow it to happen, Vermilion, allow yourself to enjoy it~"

Kira rested back against his chest for a few moments as Vermilion came to terms with what they were about to experience together; his breathing was heavy, his eyes sharp and his body responsive to the tells of hers that only the subconscious mind could spot. His hands slowly came up to her breasts, hovered over them for a moment and, submitting himself fully to the will of his Empress, grasped them.

His hands, particularly his fingers, sunk deep into the soft bulk of Kira's enormous breasts, squeezing at them eagerly but gently before giving them a curious jiggle; everyone knew how "Frontally gifted" she was, but he had to experience it for himself. Her boobs jiggled and wobbled heavily in his hands, rippling and slapping against them as they did. To him it felt wonderful and, from the slight coo she gave, he was sure she approved as well. Not wishing to keep her waiting, his hands slipped to and down her flanks. Vermilion drank in the sound of her prolonged exhalation as his hands ran down her sensitive sides, it was truly musical to his ears. But, he had only a moment to enjoy it before his hands moved from her flanks to her waiting backside. Soft, malleable, wonderfully round and bouncy cheeks, they filled out his lap so completely and even moulded around his thighs to an extent.

Instinctively, the two avians cooperated in the next step of their rendezvous. Kira placed her hands on the bench and pushed herself up from his lap, while Vermilion used his left hand to slightly part her cheeks and guided his length between them with his right. He couldn't stave off a sharp inhalation as he felt his length rub between her soft cheeks and start to part them. Immediately his length oozed another large blob of pre which was promptly smeared in the Empress' backside, causing both to groan lightly at the sticky-slippery sensation. Then came the real flaring of pleasure for the both of them. Loosening his grip on her cheek and allowing it to close as she began to lower herself back into his lap, Vermilion's head rolled backwards and he allowed a long gasp of pleasure to escape his beak skywards. Her rump hugged his cock perfectly, tightly, but softly, moulding around it perfectly as his length was snuggled deep between her huge cheeks. It squeezed him, but did so lovingly, as if welcoming him back after a long campaign. Oh, the feel of a good woman, he knew it well and he could not keep himself from giving two more splurts of pre into the Empress' rump. Then, feeling the tip of his cock bump her rear entrance, he gave a sharp "Ah!" of pleasure, transitioning to holding her rump with both hands.

"Let it happen, Vermilion~" The Empress moaned to him, still laid back against his chest as she continued to slowly lower herself down onto his knightly lance "Let it happen~" She moaned again as he felt the pressure of his cock pushing against her rear build and build. Sensitive, his cock eagerly gave one more blob of pre to lube the Empress up to take him; it was all that was needed. In unison, both avians reacted. Kira's back arched and she gave a loud, silky, moan of pleasure, while Vermilion gave a deep groan and could not keep his length from spraying a true jet of pre right into her ass.

Kira could feel the pressure mounting and mounting at her rear entrance, a sudden sticky wetness deep between her cheeks and then, suddenly, she felt herself stretch and fill as she was penetrated. The warmth in her belly had been building from the moment she sat in Vermilion's lap but, when he entered her, it built to that familiar fire and spread out through her body. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, she tingled with sensitivity. Even though only a few inches of her partner were inside her, she felt immensely full and greatly stretched. In that blissful moment, she truly felt like she would be unable to take the full length and girth of his cock, but she knew that would be a fallacy she'd blissfully expose.

To Vermilion, the sudden penetration of his Empress came as a euphoric surprise. One moment he was pressing against her rear and the next...oh the blissful next he could feel himself stretching her wide as the head of his cock was squeezed tight and massaged by her body while the majority of his shaft remained lovingly snuggled by her cheeks. He felt her body pump his cock with every movement they made and slavishly yielded his first blast of pre to her ass. "Ohh~, Empress!" He cried to her, firmly grabbing her butt.

"Let it happen~" She moaned again, shifting her weight back and causing both of them to cry out in pleasure as she went from being penetrated to being fully sat upon her partner's cock. Kira groaned loudly in the afterglow of such a deep penetration. She could feel how wide her cheeks were being spread by the girthy cock now deep in her backside and inside, oh by the gods, she felt full to bursting. It was a wonderful sensation, one that not only stoked the fire inside her, but made her filled to the brim both physically and on another, more abstract, level. It felt good, it felt right, it felt like she was meant to receive males in such a way and it completed something within her being.

The sudden shift caused Vermilion's cock to instantly plunge deep into the phoenix, thanks to his diligent lubing up of her rear entrance with his eager pre shots. It was a rapturous feeling to him, like an electric shock that rattled through every neurone in his body, a veritable lightning bolt of pleasure tearing through his nervous system. Suddenly deep inside her, he gasped as he felt his entire length massaged by her body, its eager actions all but stealing two further blasts of pre from his cock by the time they were both left panting in each other's arms. Each tiny movement either of them made set him off, set her off setting him off, it was hard to tell - all he knew was that he felt wonderful. This entire experience, it just felt so right, so good, like he was as perfect a fit for her as she was for him.

"You feel wonderful, Empress..." He panted to her, lightly shaking hands slowly moving from her rump around to her breasts and lightly groping them.

When his hands squeezed her enormous boobs, which were not only filling out her own lap but spilling from it with ease, Kira squirmed lightly in Vermilion's lap while moaning heavily. The intense burst of pleasure she received from her boobs being groped, coupled with the extreme pleasure shock of squirming right on top of such a big, fat, cock, made her want to cum there and then. Her pussy quivered powerfully with sensitivity and need, searching for a cock that wasn't there to massage. She could feel her crotch was wet and her sex was needy for a cock, but it would have to make do and cum without. She knew how good a cock in her pussy felt from the many, many, times she'd taken a dildo into her, but she wasn't willing to take that risk in encounters such as this. Rolling her head on his shoulder to look at him, Kira smiled and spoke to Vermilion "Bounce me~" She said with a smile and playful giggle, causing the Knight to also chuckle as they both realised what an intense experience awaited them.

"Whatever you command of me, Empress" Vermilion replied with a warm, wide, smile as the two basked in the afterglow of such a rapturous penetration and the presence of their newest lover. After giving her boobs another squeeze, Vermilion's hands slipped down the Empress' flanks to her shapely, bare, backside. He gave a low, masculine, grumble of approval and lust while she gave a soft, vulnerable, gasp as his hands slid down her cheeks and he worked his forearms under her thighs and legs.

Though thoughts of lustful words to speak crossed his mind, Vermilion held his tongue as he gripped the Empress' legs and, mustering his strength, began to lift. The effects were immediate as she was raised; Kira's ass gripped the fat cock in her backside tight while Vermilion's length stiffened prior to spurting another spray of pre into her royal ass. Both partners let out mutual groans of pleasure as the male eased his partner slowly upwards along his cock. Further pants, hisses, moans and groans were worked from both as Vermilion slowly pulled his cock from the Empress' ass. His length demanded to stay, feeling like it was hardening and all the while firing shot after shot of pre up the Empress' backside both in pleasure and protest at its removal. For Kira, she felt her ass squeeze tight around the Knight's length, bolstering the feelings of how big he seemed and how full she felt. Her body didn't make it any easier as she was lifted along the upper half of his cock, with her muscles beginning to ripple and heavily massage the beast inside her. While Vermilion growled through a clenched beak, Kira couldn't help but squeal at the sensation as her muscles spasmed around the girthy member filling out her backside.

With only slightly more than the head of the male's cock inside her, Kira had begun to quiver as she held onto her partner. Vermilion however was too absorbed with lust and pleasure to warn her of his next action. Suddenly and without warning, Kira felt a sudden rush in her belly as she was dropped. But, that sensation lasted not a moment in her mind before it was replaced by the overwhelming feeling of her entire body coming slamming down onto her partner's cock. In the blink of an eye her butt was parted, stretched and slapped gracelessly down into his lap. Neither could resist the pleasure shock, with the Empress' back arching as her eyes opened wide and a scream of shock and pleasure escaped her. Vermilion on the other hand instinctively thrust upwards with a rough grunt before his beak too opened and from it escaped a deeply pleasured groan in tandem with another shot from his cock.

The phoenix quivered and shook like a leaf, while the male panted heavily in exertion - she so vulnerable and he so lustful. Breathing deeply, Vermilion's hands retreated from beneath her to rub and squeeze excitedly at her backside "Gods!" He breathed. Massaging her ass for a moment, causing Kira to groan and moan freely for him, the Knight began to quickly push his hands and arms back under her rump and thighs "I need to cum in you, Empress" He stated with need fuelled brashness. In but a moment, she found herself being raised up again from the Kite's lap.

Squealing and squirming on the male's cock, Kira's mind was accosted with pleasure as her own, pleasure prompted, movements, caused a strong feedback loop within her; every shift moved her well-stuffed backside around upon Vermilion's mighty dick and she was at the full mercy of such pleasure shocks as they readily coursed through her body. Then came the second drop. Slapping down into his lap again, her ass struck against his crotch with a resounding "Smack!" while great ripples coursed over the wobbling flesh of her backside; meanwhile, her boobs were not free from such erotic undulations either, with both her bulky breasts jiggling upon her chest from the impact. Though she cried out again in pleasure, it quickly transitioned to a deep moan as he again began to lift her.

Kira felt herself rise higher and higher, the pre-spurting cock withdrawing from her shapely backside, being cuddled by its cheeks, before a sudden loss of support sent her dropping right back down onto it. Slowly it was withdrawn and then, in an instant, it was rammed home deep within her once again. Every time her cheeks struck his lap, Kira felt Vermilion's cock pulse as another sticky load of pre was injected deep into her ass. It did not take the kite long and, within moments, the Empress was being bounced in his lap, as she had requested. Gripping her partner tightly, rolling her head and crying out in pleasure, the Empress quickly felt her pleasure building. Not only was she contending with the feeling of the spire in her backside, but now her body was rocked by waves of pleasure from her assets as they began to build up momentum. Soon, her ass was perpetually wobbling and rippling from the repeated striking of the Knight's lap and, even more enjoyably, her massive breasts had begun to jiggle and bounce freely about her chest.

With her partner finding his courage, the bounces soon began to merge together; though he still had to lift her up, the cycles had become steadily faster and less careful, more lustful. Soon, the Empress laid her head back against her lover and began crying to the open sky. All she could feel was that wonderful lance of his ramming itself home again and again and again while her ass cheeks wobbled and cuddled his cock and her boobs bounced and jiggled freely on her chest. Kira's sensual groans and moans filled the air freely as she melted against her loyal Knight. Within her belly, she could again feel a deep and powerful warmth beginning to build. Stoked by the rhythmic beating of her ass against his lap and his cock pistoning in and out of her ass, the warmth soon started to swell and slowly but surely, she felt a knot begin to form.

She was writhing now, shifting heavily within Vermilion's lap in a subconscious effort to both escape the quickly overwhelming sensations and to indulge in them further. Enraptured by the pleasure and the inevitable climax she knew was building within her, the phoenix was unprepared for Vermilion's next move.

With his heart hammering and lust coursing through his body and mind, the Knight was unable to stop his hands sliding forwards. Though the Empress sat cross legged in his lap, his hands found their way under her knees and his strong arms kicked into action. Pulling heavily on her legs, the Knight dragged her legs apart, forcing the Empress to squeal loudly at the sudden change on position while still mounted on his cock. Initially, she attempted to place her feet on the floor, but her partner had other ideas. The moment her legs were unfolded and her feet were moving towards the floor, Vermilion hoisted her legs upwards.

Kira squealed in shock as the position changed, suddenly finding her legs pulled into a high and wide V. Although, with Vermilion's hands on her thick thighs behind her knees, her shins and feet dangled towards the ground. Though she squirmed, she immediately felt the difference brought on by the position; the majority of her weight was supported in his lap, right down on his cock, and her high and wide legs made squirming out all but impossible. Unable to do anything about her predicament and unable to escape it, the Empress surrendered herself to the wonderful little pleasure-trap she found herself in.

With Vermilion continuing to lift and drop her, in addition to bucking heavily against her now, the Empress melted in his grasp, squealing, squirming, moaning and crying out in pleasure as the heat and tightness within her built and built. Suddenly, without warning, the male slammed home in her ass with great force and she felt it; she felt his cock swell and twitch before a great jet of hot, sticky, kite cum was fired deep into her ass, then another and another. Laying her head back, she cried out as the knot within her snapped and the immense warmth engulfed her top to toe in an instant. She orgasmed hard for Vermilion, her ass clenching tight around his cock before furiously starting to milk him for everything he would give. Meanwhile, her pussy squeezed around an imaginary cock and it too attempted the same. She could feel him filling her, shot by shot and she could feel her soaking pussy wet her crotch with each spasm of her muscles.

When all was said and done, they both collapsed down where they sat; Vermilion leaned back and Kira leant back against him, feet weakly on the floor after the Knight's arms had given out after such a climax. Rolling her head, the two regarded each other for a moment before he made the first move. His head came forwards over her shoulder while his hands made for her crotch. "Empress, I must" Vermilion groaned in need as his hands reached her pussy and began to rub themselves through her soaked feathers. "I want to fuck you, Empress..." He forced out as he rubbed at her pussy and wet his hands with her juices.

Though she was squirming and moaning from his hands at her pussy, Kira quickly but firmly grasped his forearms to scupper any hopes of a quick and unopposed transition from her ass to her pussy. "You may not..." She panted back, chest rising and falling heavily, hefting her large breasts around as it did. "...But, I give you this." She added, guiding his hands upwards towards her face. The Knight's digits were slick with her juices but, opening her beak, she wasted no time in cleaning down every last finger of her own juices. An indirect, but highly erotic, act, she could tell that the unexpected sight of the Empress cleaning his fingers of her own juices was an enjoyable one; even if he was silent, his cock betrayed his arousal with another small pulse and jet of seed into her ass.

Resting with him for several, long, moments after the act, the Empress eventually placed her feet firmly on the floor and, in a single movement, stood. Though she gave a small groan at so boldly dismounting from his cock, she took two steps away to stretch her legs before rolling her limbs and joints, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back before relaxing. Turning to face him, she smiled. "You have done well, Knight.".

Vermilion, aroused and lustful, but satisfied, softened his expression to a smile and nodded in thanks, chest rising and falling deeply but evenly. Looking the bare form of his Empress up and down for a moment, he spoke "Thank you Empress." He stated, before his eyes came to rest on where her crotch would be behind her enormous, bare, boobs. "One day, in-" He began, before Kira interjected again.

"Do not make bold claims you cannot hope to make good upon, Knight" She breathed while smiling warmly at him, but unwavering in her stance that he would not find himself in her sex.

"In another life, perhaps. But, for this one, I will be content to just sit...and stare..." He continued, flashing a playful smile back at his Empress, who gave a tiny chuckle and shake of her head in amusement at his retort.

"I depart now, Knight." The Empress stated, mostly having her breath back at this point "I don't think I need to remind you that breathing even a word of this to another would be extremely foolish?"

"On pain of death, my beak is sealed, Empress." He reaffirmed to her, bowing his head respectfully.

"Good." The naked phoenix responded, with a small smile, taking a look over the bare Kite once last time "Farewell, Vermilion. If we do not meet again, may your life be long and happy.". With that, she turned and began to walk to the exit. Poking her head out to check the coast was clear, she slipped quietly out into the gardens and away to reclaim her clothes, dress and return to the palace.

Leaning his head backwards and letting his eyes fall shut, Vermilion spoke "Lord Impera..." The knight panted, invoking the name of the supreme god of the Avians as he mentally processed what he had just experienced. Rising to his feet after a moment, the knight set about collecting his possessions and dressing himself again; this story might only live on in his memories, but it would be one he'd revisit many times.