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Beachfront Territory

I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do with my life. It seemed not to matter where I went or what I did, someone needed or demanded my help; it didn't matter what I did to help, those I considered my people needed more. I'd spent much of my life dedicated to the service of the people and the various kings and kingdoms I'd called my own, but eventually I drifted away from that and forcefully took over my own private island off the coast of Tehgol.

This was my home. This was my private place. Nobody could bother me here unless I wanted them here. There was nothing more to my seclusion.

With the help of my friends Ilorek, Vaulix, and Keran, we had made a game out of getting what we wanted. Together, we were travelling the globe looking for the most intelligent, magically gifted persons of all races and crossbreeds the world had to offer. We were seeking the key to everlasting life, and the more we played with the theories and experimented on one another, the closer we came to our goal. At this point in my life, we'd triggered something deep within ourselves that helped greatly extend our lives, but we'd not yet learned to reverse the process of aging; that was our goal, to turn back time on our bodies.

Our extended lives at this point meant that we'd grown magically powerful, yet our bodies hadn't decayed like the usual toll magic often took on one's physical form. We were on the right trail, we just needed to hit a few more triggers and we'd used up our resources so it was time to split up and go our separate ways for a year or two so we could regain our passion and desires.

In that time, I'd used my power and influence to claim a tropical island near the equator. It wasn't a large island, but it was mine, and it allowed me the privacy I so desperately craved for so long. I didn't ask for much, aside from my privacy. Friends were entitled to come to my island at will, and I even was working on setting up an island resort on the side closer to the mainland so I could make money from my property, but I still encountered the occasional trespasser, pirate, or attempted military coup on my island.

Since my home was in the middle of a large archipelago up the western coast of Tehgol, there were literally dozens of seafaring trade routes that passed by my home on their way to Veneisse, Chimme, Farragouth, and Untheria. Once, I stood atop a cliff along my southern tip, and found that literally three dozen different convoys or individual ships would pass by.

In retrospect, it was probably not a good idea to take a tropical island on such a busy route, but it was mine, and I did all I could to defend my territory and keep my property safe. Sometimes that involved violence, but usually a flashy magical show with explosions and fire was enough to keep invaders at bay.

Today was somewhat different than the usual trespassers. Today, I was returning home from a trip to Tehgol to further negotiate the terms of that nation surrendering the island to me, and things weren't going too well for me. They were considering attempting to take my home by force, but I assured them that they certainly wouldn't win that battle, not if they used any sort of seafaring vessels that I could easily strike down with lightning or freeze in place.

Lots of big words and threats, but I certainly could do it if I wanted to.

Regardless of my safety, having someone threaten me and my home was a surefire way to ruin my mood, and I was in the most sour of moods.

Not only did I have to deal with diplomatic negotiations that weren't working out as I'd hoped, but flying for hours over crashing waves without any thermals to keep me afloat was draining my energy. It was just endless water, and the light, choppy waves absorbed the sunlight rather than reflect it back into the sky via bubbles of hot air, which made flying over it an absolute pain and a chore. The combo of bad negotiations and being forced to fly over the open ocean to get to my island was enough to drive anyone to violence.

So when I finally saw the beachfront of the southern region of the island crest the horizon with a suspicious black and white figure laying amidst the waves, I was ready for a fight.

I flapped hard and fast, my intention being to dive-bomb the intruder and drive him off my island and into the sea; his survival was his own problem, not mine.

As the beach with the unidentified intruder grew near, I began to make out the details of this unlucky trespasser. I could see him a half dozen Kilometers away with my razor-sharp eyes, so I could see that this fellow was unlike most all unwelcome guests I'd ever seen. I surveyed the situation over the course of the few minutes between me first seeing him and finally reaching the beach.

He was a particularly large Nolse - sentient cetacean - of black and white, more commonly called an orca amongst his peoples. He wasn't creating a fire or chopping down trees or doing any damage to my island, he was just lying on his back as the gentle seafoam waves tickled at his legs, tail, and back, bits of sticks and sea-muck piling up around him. His wide, round beak had an equally wide grin spread across it and his eyes were closed. Finally, his massive, pink, tapered cock was at full mast and draped over his belly. I wasn't sure if I was impressed at its size or if I was just disgusted at such a brash display of sexuality where any avian could see it.

This trespasser was no threat, he was just one of the sea-folk come up for air and some light basking. No problem at all. I'd dealt with smaller members of his race before. All I needed to do was tell him to scram and he'd most certainly return to the sea and pick another beach to bask on. Really no concern, I almost didn't even need to accost him, but I decided to at least ask for his departure, if only to rid my home of his genitals.

Once I'd made it to the beach, I did a few quick spirals in the sky before diving down to the sandy earth far away from him, flaring my wings out just as my talons tore at the soft ground between my claws. I didn't want to run the risk of accidentally scraping over him with my talons. Once I landed, I was surprised to see this orca didn't even look over to me or say a word.

Regaining my frustration, I called out to him from a few dozen meters away. "Hey. Hey you! What is your business here?" I folded my wings angrily, resulting in having to re-extend and fold them a second time to align them properly on my back.

Only after I'd shouted at him, did he look over at me, his pearly blue eyes matched my own as he squinted in the sunlight. "Oh, hello. Lovedly day at the beach, wouldn't you say?"

I huffed and bristled, feathers poofing out in all directions. "I would say so. You're on my beach, sir. You need to leave, and you need to take that club of a weapon with you." I pointed with my beak to his dick, which had a pleasantly sweet yet fishy scent emanating from it. To most, that scent would be of rot, but to me it was delicious. He was an orca, I was a fish-eating gryphon. That scent was just delicious to the both of us, and even my relatively weak sense of smell picked up the tangy aroma.

He rolled to a sitting position and his smile dissipated, cock slightly softening. "What do you mean by that? I didn't know this was your island, sir. Am I not welcome on the beach for the afternoon?"

I glared at him as I trotted in closer, eyes squinting as I sized him up and down. He was about twice my size, but I wasn't remotely scared of him; I'd fought and defeated armies of warriors his size without issue. However, I was looking to resolve this issue peacefully, and his glistening pink cone that slipped out form his slit was immensely distracting. "I, uh, no. No you cannot stay here. This is my island, and I want to be by myself. Alone. Understand?" I stepped up to him and pressed my hard beak against his snout. Even sitting down, he was almost as tall as I was, and I was not a small creature.

The massive orca leaned back away from my invasive beak-prod and shrugged his shoulders, not really taking me seriously. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you sure there's nothing I can do to perhaps earn your graces to stay here on the beach until the sun goes down?" He rolled over and got to his feet as his massive, thick tail swung around behind him, bits of wet sand falling off him as the gentle waves washed up at his feet. With him standing like that, his hips and cock were aimed directly at my face, the very tip of his tapered shaft drooling tiny bits of clear fluid to make tiny splashes in the tiny waves at his feet.

The edge of my beak curled up in a grimace as I tried my best to not take a deep, long breath to suck back every bit of that fishy aroma wafting from every inch of that monstrous club of an orca shaft.

"Burd. It looks like you don't mind as much as you think you do. So can we perhaps come to some sort of an agreement? I'm sure I have a few dozen reasons I should stay." he walked his finger down his length as he counted a 'few dozen' wishes of his; he wasn't lying. His member had to have been fifty centimetres long at least; the tip was thin, but it was about 10cm wide at the base. Nice and thick. Nice and long. It was also incredibly firm and glistening in the afternoon sun. His slick flesh was drying out, but the viscous fluid his cock secreted kept it moist.

I closed my eyes and huffed audibly, feathers flaring out in frustration as I got another powerful waft of the scent from his cock. The fluids were especially aromatic, and the more he produced and the wetter he became, the more powerful the scent grew. As frustrated as I was, that sweet tanginess was pressing the right buttons in me and I found my own member growing within my sheathe. It wasn't something I wanted to admit, but the look and smell were both intoxicating, I could only imagine the taste or feel...

"So is that a no?" he prodded, stepping forward so that his erect member was even closer to my face, the very tip of it just beside my beak.

I tilted my head to the side and slowly pushed my tongue out between my upper and lower beak before shaking out of my trance. "Uh, what? No, um, That's not a no. That's just.....wow that looks delicious." I licked my beak and panted gently as the wet aroma drifted over to me in a thick cloud.

"What was that? I think I heard something coming from that beak of yours. Speak up." the orca said to me, leaning in closer so my beak was practically nuzzling into his slit at the base of his tapered member.

I licked myself again and gulped down the saliva that had been secreted by my growing hunger for that tangy beast of a cock. I didn't even do it on purpose, but a moment later I had a taste of it bursting across my tongue! I'd idly leaned into it and gave it a lick without even knowing I'd done it!

And it was absolutely delicious.

Even once I'd retracted my tongue back into my beak, the flavor continued to sizzle inside me. I couldn't help but lick it again, and again, and again from base to tip until I was practically sucking on the end, draining the fluid from the very tip of its tapered end.

"There we go, Burd. So I think we just might be able to do some negotiation. Perhaps I can stay on your island, eh?" he reached around and pressed his massive, glistening ebon hand against the back of my head, forcing his cock into my beak as it bent and wriggled its way down my throat like a tentacle. It practically grabbed the curve of my gullet and pulled itself in until the crest of my beak was pressing against his slit.

I tried to pull back, but his cock had curved in my throat and it was grabbing onto my flesh like a tightly-woven tentacle, so I idly suckled at the flesh and swallowed every bit of fluid that dripped into me. I gave the base of his member a gentle squeeze with the lines of gums inside my beak, careful to not let the tip of it hook or catch on his flesh; I didn't want to hurt such a deliciously tangy girth. It wasn't until I felt his tenta-cock press out against the inside of my crop that I Came to my senses and realized that he was in MY territory, and he was still using me like a fuck toy!

With a violent pull, I yanked the probing, tapered shaft from my gullet and retched a bit as its attempt to grab at me slid over my gag button on the way out. I did drool a little before regaining my composure, holding myself up by his thigh with his cock draped over my shoulder and trying to wrap around my neck. "Stop it!" I choked out. "This is my island, and you will leave!"

He took one long stride around me, tail batting at my beak as he walked by and stood at my side. "But we were having so much fun, burd. I very well feel we may have pressed some of the right buttons. Negotiation, sir. I believe we are on the right path to negotiate a sort of territorial dispute. Do you not feel the same way?" Just as he said 'feel', the massive orca knelt down and rubbed his equally massive palm against my sheathe, squeezing at the bulb that was my partially formed knot. It seemed tiny in his wide palm, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the touch. I must have given a gentle hip thrust because he squeezed and gave a small jerk as he pressed his beak against my neck, giving me a nibble as he whispered in my ear, "I think we can...come...to an agreement, don't you think."

His gentle voice and firm hand had me, well, in the palm of his hand. I felt the only right answer was to whimper in response, "Y-yess. I'm ssssure we can....cum....to an agreement." I thrust forth as I said cum, the tip of my blood red cock slipping into the cool seafoam air before slipping back into its sheathe.

"Glad to hear that, burd. Now, stay still while I earn my place on your island." he pulled away from my ear to shuffle towards my rump-end. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I raised my leg and leaned over a bit to give him access to my undercarriage. Really, I Was growing fonder and fonder of his negotiations, so I certainly wasn't going to stop him, unless he got his teeth involved. Orcas had particularly powerful chomps.

Instead, he kept his thick fingers wrapped around my sheathe, rubbing the shaft inside gently until I Felt a slick, warm tip of something enter my stretchy, drooling sheathe. The thick muscle prodded and pulled itself in until its tendril-like muscle control wrapped around my knot, clamping tight and trying to tug me out, which was easy with how slick and lubed I was.

I looked down to see he was literally aiming his crotch at mine, his long, tapered shaft slipping into my sheathe and its muscle control massaging me, caressing my inches from within. My beak chattered as my hind legs tensed up, back contracting to push into his tentacle-like length. His dexterity was heavenly, a sensation I'd gladly take any day. Far as I was concerned, having his own cock enter my sheathe to grab and squeeze my knot, only to pull it out and coax my climax from me was in itself enough reason to invite him to my home any time, but he wasn't done.

I panted and gasped, tongue lolling out of my beak as my tail flicked and spasmed behind me. His member pulled mine out of its confines, exposing it to the cool air blowing in from the sea. The combined warmth and pressure of his prehensile length and the cool tickle of the breeze combined to elevate me to my plateau before climax....then he let go, leaving my deep-hued cock to dribble a few drops of precum before sagging between my hind legs.

"Wh-what did you stop for?" I cried meekly at him, looking back at his powerful form. He was already looking at me with a smile as he guided his cock back to mine, the pointed tip aimed directly at the dimple that rested in the underside of the tip that led to my cock hole, its dextrous length searching for its mark.

With one gentle push and the expert motions of his length, I felt it slide into me, stretching my cock's flesh out wide as the flesh compressed inside. I grunted in discomfort as his slicked taper forced itself into me, the very tip curling and prodding at every wall as it pushed deeper. He didn't go in too deep - his cock grew too thick to fit in my cum-slit more than a dozen cm or so - but it felt wonderful! His wriggly, tendril-like length massaged me from within, bulging out the shaft as my own tip clenched around him, pinching the flesh.

He closed his eyes and grunted in pain a bit as my cock clamped down. I didn't mean to hurt him, but he seemed to be in a bit of discomfort. Rather than force his length into my very tight cock-hole, I pulled away leaving my dick gaping and drooling our collective lubricants on the sandy beach as I spun around, lifting my tail to expose my far more appropriately trained rump.

"Burd?" he lightly chirped at me, cock still writhing as it looked for something to grab or enter. "What are you doing? Is this an offer?"

I grunted and glared at him over my shoulder, tail raised high and wings spread so I could be mounted. "No, fish person. This is a demand. Mount me or get off my island!" I was a little harsh with my words, but I am pretty sure he got the message and was okay with it because it wasn't even a half second later when he bounded towards me, tail splayed out behind him.

I could feel his powerful hand grab the base of my tail, yanking it upwards in a way that pushed out my round rump flesh, exposing the star of pink in the middle. At least that's what I think was happening. I could fee the cool sea breeze on my pucker, and that normally only happened if the moist inner areas got exposed. Only a couple seconds later, the cool tickle of the sea air was replaced with the warm slickness of a prehensile orca cock prodding and snagging at my opening. Once the tip was in and worming around my passage, he gripped harder at my tail and pushed into me, stretching me wide as his taper dilated my flesh.

It didn't hurt, but it was a bit uncomfortable at first. My rump had had its fair share of things in it through my life so it had adapted to rapid dilation with minimal lubrication, but once the base of his cock pushed through my opening in its incredibly thick glory, it felt like it was a little too much.

That concern dissipated a moment later as I felt his tip and length prodding around my gut, wiggling and worming its way deeper into me in waves. I Felt my cock harden and knot re-inflate to its full firmess, then drool a steady stream of fluids as a ridge of his member pressed down against my pleasure spot along the anterior wall. It was like a button had been pressed that read 'dispense liquid pleasure', and dispense I did in a goopy puddle in the sand between my legs.

He didn't thrust into me. Rather, he let his muscular motions and prodding do the work for him. He remained still with his massive, powerful hands on my rump holding me in place and massaging my hips while his dextrous member explored my depths.

It was truly worth his admission and more (I really needed to loosen up a bit, it had been too long), so I helped him out by rhythmically clenching my rump muscles around his base while rocking gently back and forth. My toes curled as the bit of extra sensation rocked through the both of us and I Felt his legs grow weak.

I barely had time to react as he fell backwards out of me, leaving me soft and tender with space between the narrow tip and my gaping rump. He didn't slip fully out of me, the end remained in as he slumped onto his rump on the beach, and I pushed back with him to keep his length in me. The dextrous tip curling in a knot just inside my opening certainly helped to tug me down, followed by me landing with a powerful thud on his lower belly, every cm of orca pink inside me.

The prehensile appendage snaked its way through me as I sat on it, avoiding any sort of bending or creasing; it was a truly talented tentacle-like appendage, and it felt good to have it caressing my anal folds from within, the thick base dilating my rump with ease. This was a proper ride.

With me sitting on him like a dog, his hands still wrapped around my rump, I spun around with the cock still inside me. He had to concentrate on realigning it with my insides as I moved, but that proved to not be an issue as he was able to rotate it with ease.

Truly talented cock, this orca was blessed with. It was like I'd designed it myself!

I could literally feel my cock drooling precum down the underside of my shaft to muck up the fur around my sheathe thanks to the constant pressure his member was putting on the pleasure point inside my rump. I was in a constant state of delirium thanks to that sensation, so I felt I owed this fishy-tasting chap a bit of a proper thanks for his services to me. Just allowing him on my island wasn't enough, I needed to give him reason and desire to come back!

With me sitting on his hips, looking him in his massive, blue eyes, I spread my legs and laid my paws on his thighs, talons on his shoulders as he bounced up and down on him. The sensation of thick orca cock spreading me and slipping out of me to leave me tender was just too much to handle. A thick gob of clear fluid burst from my member to splatter on his belly followed by another and another, leaving a little pool under his pectoral muscles.

I needed to put in more effort. That dextrous member of his was hitting all the right spots, and I needed to reciprocate. My tail was also prehensile and had special skills, perhaps I could use it! With that idea in mind, I snaked my tail around to soak its fluffy tip in the cum on his belly, letting my cock drool more of my fluids over the top half of it to lubricate it deep to the skin underneath the feathers and fur. Once it was appropriately soaked, I curled it around his hip and under his tail to smear the fluids all over his pucker before forcing the tip inside.

Due to the angle, I couldn't push it in too far, but like his prehensile cock, I could manoeuvre it around as I felt his insides curve and bend in every direction. Once the floofy, goo-covered tip was completely inside and safely within him, I pulled the three petals apart inside him to form the tri-maw, pressing out against each side of his inner, fleshy walls. With him in me and me in him, I closed my eyes and let out a deep rumble of a churr that travelled down my spine and through my tail into him and channelled one of my less commonly used talents to fill him with something of a souvenir.

I clenched my rump muscles together with him inside me, almost squeezing him out of me as I felt a familiar grinding as the eggs in my tail-pouch shifted inside me. My tail had a maw that was connected to its own oesophagus through its length which eventually led to a small clutch that rest under my tail but above my rump that housed three double-fist-sized eggs. I only got three per seasonal cycle to share, and this orca was getting one of them. The grinding of eggshell on eggshell inside me was a pleasant vibration that reverberated through my frame before it slipped out from the clutch into the long tube through my tail.

I clenched in waves, forcing it through my long, prehensile appendage in periodic lurches until the bulge it formed pressed against the orca's flesh, getting stopped by his rump cheeks and the underside of his tail. I wasn't concerned. The egg wasn't particularly large compared to his frame, so I simply grunted, clenched down on his cock with a few wet slaps of air and fluid escaping me as my tail forced it into him, the egg slipping through the opening and into his rump.

His eyes went wide as he felt the shelled, oblong sphere push through his opening, and I knew he wanted it. His beak remained agape with tongue lolling out the side, which was all the confirmation I needed. I leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear, "I think you've earned your stay and more, so let me repay the favor." The three jaw-petals of my tail-maw clamped down on the egg inside him, holding it in place as I pressed it against his own pleasure-spot.

It wasn't hard to tell this orca's cock was about to erupt into me, but I wasn't ready for that. I had plans for that seed and it didn't involve my rump. With one final push I slipped my tail a half meter into him, depositing the egg in one quick motion before slurping out and leaving him gaped open as my tail flung up around my back, dripping combined fluid between my wings as I hopped off him. The motion left me as gaped and empty as he felt, but his cock was fully erect with the tip aiming straight up at me, tiny globs of precum splattering out like a shotgun of creamy BB's against my chest.

I wanted that seed in my, but not in my backside. While still hovering over him, I dangled my cock over his member and aimed his tip to mine, laying down in one quick motion to slide every bit of his cock inside me, stretching me out wide, my own cock distending to 5x its normal girth to accommodate his shaft so my barbed tip was actually pressing against his slit.

His cock wormed, wriggled, ad knotted itself to slide through my cock slit, around my tubes, and down into one of my testicles in a knotted ball. I admit the sensation was one I was not familiar with, but it felt wonderful, even though I had to manually focus some of my magical energy to my throbbing cock to keep it from tearing in half; curative magic is something special, especially when sexually adventurous.

He, like me, seemed to absolutely love the tightness of my cock-hole and the passage leading to my orbs, so he almost instantly exploded into me, completely inflating the single orb the tip of his cock had balled up inside, leaving me lopsided and bloated between the legs.

I could feel his muscles tensing through my cock, in my body, and back out in my balls as he gave me the bloat of seed I wanted. One second and three rapid bursts was all he needed to fill me with his fishy orca seed and slowly begin to deflate while still inside me. The emptiness that his shrinking cock left in me was well as the warmth of his deposit helped me coax my own climax form the depths of my form.

The pressure from my climactic contractions forced his length from my cock-depths like a soffy worm to be sucked back into his slit, leaving my member gaped and drooling the combination of thick creamy seed and the clearer fluids and lubricants our bodies had secreted. Rather than explode in a cummy eruption, the loose, gaped flesh of my member simple let it ooze out as my balls contracted and pushed it through.

It was still fun, though. The pleasure plateau had rocked my body and the contractions still felt wonderful, even if the outward expression of compassion had seemed a bit of a slow-flowing dud.

Once we'd both finished depositing seed into and onto one another, I collapsed on his belly, tail wrapping up over my shoulder to drool its own seed depositing goo out from the three petals of its maw. With my belly fur and feathers smearing our collective juices all over each other, I nibbled at his cheek and whispered him his approval.

"Orca, you are welcome on my island. No, I insist you visit as often as you can. By the way, my name is Ceylon, what's your name?"