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With her beast now fully tamed - at least for the time being - Melodi hopped off him and commanded the beast to slink back in the bushes on the other side of the hill so that nobody from the camp could see them. She found a divot in the ground deep enough to ensure that she wouldn't be seen, as it was a slope on one side and a fallen log on the other side. Once she was confident in her position, she built up a fire and had him lay down next to the fallen tree so she could snuggle into his belly. It wasn't a cold land nor was she the kind to get cold, but this was another part of their bonding ritual so she felt obligated to cuddle.

As she lay there, the sun setting to the west and her ears picking up bits and pieces of chatter over the hill, she found herself idly scritching at his sheathe. Once again she suffered cognitive dissonance, as she wasn't sure if she should do something so foolish so close to what could be a few hundred soldiers and knights that wanted to kill her, but she could feel him growing again, and that excited her.

Perhaps it was a sign from the gods, but as she was rubbing and tickling at his member through his sheathe, she heard some voices coming up the hill followed by a series of snapping twigs and some angry shouts. Instantly, she stood to her feet to peek over the hill and get a look at what was coming towards them.

Dasa was disappointed to see her pull away from him, as he'd wanted more attention, but once he got a whiff of the air he could tell someone was near, so he also rose to his feet and crested the hill along with Melodi.

The two of them were met with precisely what they were hoping not to see. It was about a dozen well-armed knights plodding their way straight towards them, all in blue, red, and orange armor with yellow and green patterns and highlights, with one undressed female feline being kicked over and taunted by the knights. From what Melodi could tell, three of them were equine, four were canine, and the remaining five were all either feline or human. This would definitely be interesting if they were going to attempt any sort of sexual abuse on this poor, gray-furred feline.

Melodi had no real interest in causing a fight, her preferred method of information gathering involved either quiet investigation or interrogation - neither of which involved open conflict. Unfortunately, rape was not something she'd accept unless it was in exchange for the loyalty of a dangerous and intelligent beast, such as Dasa.

She reached over to her mount's saddle bags and plucked her bow and a few arrows before hopping up onto the top of the hill where the knights would be able to see her. She readied an arrow, levelling it at the biggest of the knights. The apparent leader - a massive equine - raised a fist and shouted for them all to halt before raising his mask and getting a look at the avian that dared challenge him.

"Who are you, what do you plan on doing to this poor woman, and what are you doing in my land?" Melodi demanded of the leader, an absolutely massive Equine that was even taller than she was. It wasn't the smartest move for a scout to raise a weapon to those she was trying to investigate quietly, so she offered him a gesture of good faith by lowering her bow slightly and waiting for his response.

"Your land? This entire wood is the land of the King, ser Olliwan the third. Our business with this whore is none of yours, so stand down before you get hurt." The leader started walking towards her, so Melodi readied her bow again, aiming it at his neck.

"Don't think I won't shoot you." She warned him. "And my business is the protection of any peoples who are unjustly abused."

He slapped his breast plate and laughed as he lowered his faceplate again. "How pathetic. She thinks she has any say over what we do with our entertainment boys! And look at that, using a bow? What are you gonna do, to three layers of armor with a bow?" He continued to walk slowly and menacingly towards her, unsheathing a massive sword as he took a few deliberate steps.

"You have about three seconds to stop or I will shoot." She warned, drawing the bowline back as far as it would go - as far as she needed it to pierce the chainmail that was underneath the armor. Her aim would be good enough to hit her mark.

Rather than heed her warning, the leader took another three steps.

And Melodi squinted her eyes for only a moment before letting loose her arrow, which slipped through two chinks in the horse's armor right at the neck, the power piercing through the chain mail to penetrate his flesh, a gush of blood escaping his artery to flow down the chest plate before he fell to the ground, dropping his sword to clutch at his throat.

It was no use, he could do nothing as long as his helmet was still on.

There was a moment of stunned silence from the other eleven knights as Melodi sighed and readied another arrow. "I told you I would shoot." She reassured them as the equine leader gurgled in bloody protest before falling face first on the ground.

The relatively tiny feline escaped the clutches of the wolf that was holding her down and ran away as best she could before each and every one of the other knights unsheathed their swords. The wolf that was still stunned enough that he let their plaything get away finally screamed at Melodi with all the rage he could.

"You will pay for that! Get her!"

With her bow at the ready with an arrow notched, she gave them one last warning. "If you come at me, I will kill every last one of you, and I do not want to do that." Her visage was stern, but as a female the knights didn't take her seriously and charged at her either way.

Dasa crouched down and growled, ready to pounce as soon as the command was uttered. The fur on the back of his neck was standing up and his horns seemed to splay out, ready to bash some skulls in if need be.

Melodi hesitated for only a second, pondering the implications of an all out attack on a dozen or so knights. Wasn't a very good scout if she just killed everyone she came across. Unfortunately, at this juncture, it was kill or be killed; laws of nature and all. Somewhat reluctantly, she let loose another arrow that skimmed past the heads of a wolf and equine to land square in the upper thigh of one of the felines, causing him to tumble over himself in a heap of fur and armor.

While she had a few more moments before the group got too close, she grabbed another arrow and whispered to Dasa, "Kill."

He had his haunches coiled like a spring, so as soon as he heard the word he leapt over the hill and into the group of warriors to bite down on one's head. She heard the screeching of bending and tearing metal before a sickening crunch as one of the larger ones collapsed beneath him.

The other warriors stopped dead in their tracks and focused their attention on what they deemed the larger threat, slashing at Dasa and trying to pull him off their clearly expired companion.

Melodi needed to protect him as best she could so he wouldn't get hurt; she could use some healing spells to fix light or medium depth wounds, but anything serious could truly put him in danger. She let off another arrow, catching one of the enemies under the arm as he went to slash down at Dasa, crippling him mid-swing.

Four down, eight to go.

She could keep picking them off with arrows as Dasa swerved and avoided swords, but she needed to get in there or something bad could happen. From this angle she could only stop half of them as the other four were all on the other side of Dasa. She shot one last arrow before jumping back to grab the halberd she'd brought that was nestled under the saddle next to the fire. By the time she got back up, there was one of the massive equines standing over her atop the hill next to their little camp, which gave him the upper hand.

No worries. The bigger they were, the harder they fell.

As he bellowed at her, sword raised, she stabbed the blade end of the halberd under his chest plate, kicking the butt end into the ground to stop him dead in his tracks. Bits of blood ran down the handle as she jumped up high, using her massive golden talons to grab a hold of his helmet, pulling him downwards to have the blade slip through his chest cavity, deflating his lungs and severing his heart from his vascular system.

He fell in a heap over himself, gurgling idly as she yanked the halberd from the ground and dashed after Dasa and the other fighters.

When she crested the hill, she saw a clashing of fur on metal, with Dasa clearly hurt but another three of the fighters laying lifeless or incapacitated. Dasa's hind leg was slashed pretty bad, and he was bleeding down his thigh, backing away from the remaining assilants. One equine, one wolf, and two smaller ones, probably a human and feline. She couldn't tell under the armor and both species were about the same size.

Regardless, once she reached Dasa, she stepped between him and the remaining four, halberd up and aimed diredtly at the largest one's neck. "Not sure if you noticed, but we're unprotected and there's only two of us; we've already killed or crippled eight of you. What chance do any of you four have against us. I told you, I don't want to kill any of you, but if you attack me, I-"

She was cut off by one of the smaller ones diving at her with sword outstretched. She responded by angling her halberd at him and stopping him mid-lunge. However, this left her open for the other three to attack her.

The massive equine swung down at her, which she easily avoided as she dashed to the side, hopping over the fallen, halberd-pierced one before grabbing the weapon and spinning around to knock the equine in the back of the head. He responded by swinging his sword around to backhand her, but she ducked and he struck the side of a head of the last remaining small warrior, denting the helmet and knocking him unconscious.

With the warrior still off balance from his wild swing, she dropped the halberd and grabbed the sword from his back-swung arm, twisting his elbow in such a way that the sword crossed over his back and stabbed into the canine warrior through the chest.

Melodi let the wolf fall to his knees next to her as she wrenched the equine's arm in a hammerlock, grabbing the sword from him and angling the tip at the back of his neck from behind. All of his allies were dead or unconscious, and it was just him against a clearly deadly hippogryph and her epic mount. "Well? Do you still want to fight? I told you I didn't want to fight, and I certainly didn't want to kill you all, but you gave me no choice, really."

The horse exhaled deeply and sighed. "Fine, you win for now, but you know your precious village won't last long once the king realizes you've killed some of his men."

"I didn't kill them, it was self defence and you know it. Doesn't matter, all I have to do is make sure you and all your rapey friends meet their end today, and there will be no witnesses. I go back to the village, we prepare for a fight, and you're all left wondering why ten of your scummiest warriors are impaled on stakes in the middle of the woods." She angled the sword in such a way it slipped in between the helmet and armor, the tip pressing against his skin. All she'd need to do to end his life was give a little push and he'd be at least paralyzed.

He grunted and tried to pull away from her when he felt the cold steel piercing the top layer of his flesh, but Melodi was almost his size and had him in a compromising position, so he couldn't relaly do anything about his predicament. "So what are you going to do?" He asked, his voice quavering. He was clearly very worried about what the answer might be.

She pressed a little deeper before letting him go and kicking him to his knees. "I won't kill you. I could, and I really should to protect myself, but I would rather not. Instead, I am going to ask you a few questions, and I hope you give me the right answers. If you refuse to answer, I'll chop something off." she walked around in front of him with his sword in her hand, tapping the tip against the curve in the crotch meant to protect his cock. "Maybe I'll start with your most vile of weapons?"

He cringed a bit and lowered his head, trying to close his legs as best he could. the overlapping layers of his chain-mail pinched the sword in place to keep it from slipping up his thighs.

Melodi wasn't sure if he was angry or scared, so she ripped his helmet off so she could see his face. He was a pretty boring equine, with chestnut hair and a black mane. His snout was white, but otherwise he was mostly nondescript, save the enraged look on his face. Now that she could see his face and expressions, she asked her first question. "What are you doing here in the forest?"

"Me? I'm getting threatened by some...whatever you are." He spat, trying his best to act defiant but coming across as needlessly snarky.

Not content with his response, Melodi gave his crotch a tap with the sword before rewording the question. "No, your army. What is their purpose here, I just want to know if our village is in danger. Our scouts have reported that you seem to be surrounding us and..." she stopped mid-sentence, feeling she was giving too much information away. "Just tell me why you're here. Are we safe?"

He shifted on his knees and looked up at her. "Well, I wouldn't say you're safe, but I assure you we're not here to target you. Until we started seeing your scouts, I'm not even sure anyone knew you lived here."

"What do you mean by that? How are we in danger if they didn't even know we were here? More importantly, what authority do you have to know the motivations of your king?" She pressed the blade tight up between his thigh and where his sheathe would be if not covered by armor.

He coughed some blood then spat it at her feet. "You have me at your mercy and demand answers under threat of castration, and when I give you an answer, you decide that you won't take it anyway? Might as well kill me now, because I have no more information for you that's any more reliable than that." He leaned into the blade a bit, lips curled back in a sneer.

Melodi knew he was right, so she pulled the sword away and stabbed it into the soil and took a step back, keeping him beyond arms reach so he'd more willingly explain. "Fine, fine. Tell me all you know about the army's motives, and also let me know how you know what you know."

"Well, it's really more hear-say. Our army is heading south to meet up with an opposing force, that much I know for sure. Everyone knows it. However, our attempt to surpise them by emerging from the forests was complicated by the apparent existence of your tribe and about a dozen others. I say you might not be safe because word around the regiments is that if you don't peacefully allow us through, we'll just walk right over you. Your tribes are not our target, but you're still in the way, best I can tell." He coughed and spat again. "Can I go now? You already killed my commanding officer and a few of the others. If you have any desire to keep the peace, you better either hope nobody in the camp identifies you and attacks your village in particular, or tell your leaders that you better prepare for surrender."

She pondered the implications and decided she didn't need to interrogate him further. He already had a broken arm and had lost some of his allies. "Fine. If that truly is the case, then I will leave you be. You can't know what tribe I'm from either way, there are literally dozens of us. Be grateful for your life, I should kill you for your assault on that feline woman, and for your assault on me." Melodi hoped that her mercy would make him not do anything stupid like a last-ditch attack on her.

"I thank you, m'lady." He bowed, resting his snout on the ground between his hands. "But I protest, that feline woman was a whore, hired by the crown to entertain the troops. I assure you there was no rape planned."

Melodi snorted. "Doesn't matter, she looked plenty terrified to me, and someone your size couldn't possibly have been safe for her health." she shook her head at the absurdity of her comments, but let the equine warrior assume that's how she truly felt. In reality, she knew damn well a feline could play mare for a stallion, if she was trained enough. Any whore worth her weight in milk would be well trained enough to handle it. A deep regret welled up in her knowing she'd ended the lives of almost a dozen men due to what could have been a misunderstanding.

After a moment, she shook her head of the thoughts of the past and picked up his sword. "Fine, You are lucky to live. You stay here while I heal my mount; when I'm gone, then you can return to your camp. Deal?"

He shrugged. "Don't have much of a say in the matter, do I?"

Melodi ignored him and turned to get a better look at Dasa, who was on three legs. His hind left hip was held up off the ground, as he had a sizeable gash across his flank and hip. An easy fix for her. Only a flesh wound, not very deep at all regardless of the amount of blood that was trickling down his leg. She pressed her palms against either side of the gash to hold it together.

He immediately growled in pain, but stayed still as he knew precisely what he needed to do. They'd been in battles before, so it wasn't something he couldn't handle. He was a powerful beast, and even if she didn't heal him with magics, he'd be fine within days. Unfortunately, they didn't have 'days' to let him heal.

"Alright, stay still, this won't last long." she assured him as she closed her eyes, focusing on the wound. A small blue glow emanated from her palms like tentacles of mist, the tips of which were digging themselves directly into Dasa's open wound. As soon as the magic hit the torn, ragged flesh, it stopped bleeding and seemed to close itself shut with a thick scab. Melodi kept her concentration on it until the scab hardened, turned crispy, and fell off, leaving only a small slab of bare, black flesh.

As soon as Dasa felt the sensitivity return to his haunches, he raised his leg and stretched it out to test it. Content with his mount's healing job, he wagged is tail and leaned into her with a wet, sloppy kiss on her beak.

"Oh, isn't this fucking magical." The injured equine sneered from behind them.

Dasa, not happy with his interruption, growled to shut him up. Melodi patted Dasa on the shoulder and whispered into his ear before turning to walk away, leaving her mount alone with their hostage. She had no intention of personally killing the equine, but as a princess it was her duty to protect her people, after all.

It didn't take Melodi very long to gather her things and saddle up on Dasa once again. This time, she had no desire to be stealthy or slow. She had to warn her people about what she'd learned.

While it would have been easy to dismiss their victim's testimony as a lie, Melodi had an innate knack for burrowing out the truth in situations like that. She was sort of an empath, able to tell if someone was telling the truth or not. He was telling the truth, or at least deeply believed he was. This was reason enough to bolt back to the village and let Storm know about what was happening. Deep in her gut she worried that there would be nothing they could do to stop the army from trampling over them and the other villages, each of which was buried deep in the Untherian Jungle where they all lived.

The one solution that came to mind was to unify the tribes and rise up against the army, or at least fortify the villages as one whole rather than wishing for the best. That was her professional recommendation, and certainly what she'd be voting for with the elder council.

Still, she had at least a half day's worth of hard running before she got home, not including the inevitable stops she'd have to take to let Dasa drink and relive himself and eat. She drove him as hard as she reasonably could before finally stopping at a stream where both could drink after about two hours.

She hunted some fish that she shared with Dasa, but then left him at the shores while she took care of some things herself. Like Dasa, she needed to relieve herself. If she had more energy, she'd hike her tail up and go like a normal mare, but she knew if she tried that she'd just make a mess of her thighs and the feathering around her talons. Gross, but such is the way of life. Instead, she squatted down and leaned against a tree and enjoyed a long bout of relief that ended in a bit of disdain as she noticed the fluid was going from clear to milky, then eventually thick and creamy.

"Dammit Dasa." She complained, mostly to herself. It was the thick, gooey cum he'd left in her before that was trickling out from her womb to make a mess on the forest floor mixed with urine and some of her own fluids that got forced into her when he thrust into her. This wasn't unlike her usual estrus fluids, and the scent mixed with the muskiness of his cum in strands and beads on the ground between her talons made her a little anxious to maybe relieve herself in other ways.

She reached under the skirt portion of her tunic and walked her fingers down her mound until they touched the fleshy, moist crest of her clit, gasping in pleasure the closer they got. As her tips rubbed on either side of the engorged pleasure point, she found that even the slightest pressure mixed with her lubricating fluids displaced her flesh and had her fingers slipping into her to rub the most sensitive underside of her clit. The resulting pleasure made her vulva tense up, clit rolling out as her muscles contracted in a creamy, squirting wink.

There was an unbridled desire to please herself right then and there when she heard the rustling of a nearby bush followed by the telltale give-away of a snapping twig, which coaxed a nervous glance from her.

Just behind her was Dasa, idly sniffing the air and licking his lips. He must have sensed her arousal and came running, because once again they were alone and she was just as in heat as she was earlier in the day.

Melodi slowly got to her feet and draped the tunic back over her sopping, dripping pussy so that it wouldn't be blasting her pheromones directly at him. She immediately stepped around to his side and tried to mount him, hoping to distract him from her heat, but it didn't work.

The moment she grabbed a hold of his mane and lifted a leg to hop up, Dasa sidestepped away and spun around, roughly headbutting her in the belly to knock her into a branch that was protruding from a nearby log. Once again his member was bulging out and forming a clear outline in his sheathe.

"Hnngph! Dasa, dammit you already mounted me once today!" Melodi protested, pushing him off her. However, this time he wasn't going to back off. She could feel his desire just by looking at him, and he felt like she owed her something, likely proper thanks for enduring a violent wound earlier in the battle. To him, the resulting magical heal likely didn't factor into his calculations.

Still, Melodi wanted him to back off, they could mate all they wanted back in the village. This time as she pushed, he pushed back and shook his head, one of his horns catching on her tunic. When he went to pull away, the entire garment ripped off her body as the strings undid themselves thanks to the violent tug.

There was clearly no escaping him this time, so she yanked her clothes off his horn and tossed them over the log, once again trying to hop up onto him to perhaps distract him into obeying once again. Problem was, he got a direct blast of aroma to his snout as she walked by him, and that was the last trigger before he let his more dominant, feral side out.

The devil dog once again leapt out beside her so she couldn't mount him, and he grabbed a hold of her arm with his mawand swung his neck around, slamming her against the fallen tree, belly first. As a sort of natural defence, Melodi's tail hiked up as she was roughed up, but that just let Dasa shove his snout up between her legs so he could lap intently at her folds, his dextrous and soft appendage dragging from clit to rump, sucking back every bit of her fluids that was exposed to the hot air of the jungle.

She loved the sensation, she had no problems accepting that, but she still felt the need to stay in control, so she spun around and angrily jabbed a finger at him, hoping to distract him. "Not now Dasa, we're only here to-" She was immediately cut off mid-sentence as he hopped up onto her, pinning her between his form and the log that he used as leverage. His weight bent her over backwards, leaving her with little room to wiggle or escape.

The only solution she could figure was to bring her knee up and jab it into his belly, but that was very ineffective, as he was far larger than her. She also felt his massive, growing member jabbing against her calf and the underside of her thigh as he began his full-on, aggressive thrusting.

The poor hippogryph had absolutely no defence against this sort of sexual attack, but she wasn't angry. This was part of the deal, it was always part of the deal. She sacrificed her body for his pleasure, and in exchange he would do anything he could to protect her and her kin, including putting himself at risk. The more he did for her, the more he expected of her, and being cut open from flank to rump on his one side was certainly the kind of deed that was in heavy need of compensation.

For this reason, he hopped forward and wrapped his front paws around the log, further pinning Melodi down as his hoofed hind legs dug into the ground, hips bucking and back arching as he jabbed and stabbed at her midsection with his pointed, canine cock. After a few failed, painful attempts, he finally pressed the apex of his member against the soft, juicy vulva of his mount which parted with ease, the flesh stretching and distending to swallow his length from tip to the top of his already-exposed but still uninflated knot.

She wailed out in pain as she tried to shoot her arms out from both ends of him, clutching weakly at his fur as her muscles convulsed around him, throbbing in waves from cervix to vulva to push him out. It wasn't hard to tell that her protests were just massaging his meat, so she gave in once again, there was no fighting it.

He growled deeply and bared his teeth at her, using all of his muscle to force himself in her. With every shallow thrust, but berth of his bulges slammed against the inside of her hips with a wet slap, widening her opening a bit more with every attempt. His member was already thick and growing inside her, its veiny texture pulsing with every one of his rapid heartbeat.

"Go on." she managed to gasp in between thrusts; Melodi could feel his need, his desire. If he didn't knot, he didn't cum. If he didn't cum, he just plain would not listen to a word Melodi said. Again, they were still many hours out from the village, there'd be no way she could each it in time without his help. He needed to tie if he was to be satisfied, so she urged him to do so.

With a long, drawn out breath both in and out, she closed her eyes and relaxed her body, trying her best to mentally block out the feeling of a knot the size of two of her fists balled up side by side slamming against her tender nether flesh. It was a matter of mind control, and even a bit of magical alteration that allowed her muscles to loosen enough that, with one violent pop, Dasa's entire knot exploded into her with one violent thrust!

Immediately, it was like his cock had exploded inside her! Both bulbs of the knot expanded a considerable amount with each rapid heartbeat, stretching her flesh wide as she did her best to clamp her lips down around the neck of it, locking it in. Her anatomy had not evolved to lock a bulging knot inside for a lengthy tie, so she had to do what she could with the pussy and muscles she had.

Luckily, this would not be a long tie, but it would be an intense one. His knot was still bulging and inflating inside her, but it wasn't like a balloon, it felt like two firm balls of wood coated with a thin later of flesh knocking around inside her as his weight shifted and his knot rotated inside. It was kept inside only by her muscles near the opening tensing up, clit peeled back in an eternal wink with bits of fluid dribbling down and over either side of his cock.

Now that his cock was fully encumbered by her flesh, with only the malleable, twisted neck of it linking her lips to his sheathe opening, his seed began erupting one stream at a time into her. It wasn't as severe as before, as he'd mostly been spent by the earlier session in the field, but it was still enough to inflate her womb with his essence.

As Dasa shifted and moved, his knot slid in and out, rotating inside her just enough that one of the bulbs glided over her G-spot, squeezing more of her fluids out of her pussy to splash over his member. The vaginal contraction clamped down on him with enough force that it actually forced him out with a massive splash of collective fluids.

She wanted to make sure he felt appreciated, so even as he backed away, leaving her gaping pussy drooling collective slime all over the jungle floor, she nuzzled at his snout with her beak, preening at his fur. He was panting, so she urged him to give her a lick.

"Good boy, Dasa, good boy. Can we go now?"

He whimpered a bit and inched forward again, trying to press the dripping tip of his cock against her opening again, but she had to make progress. Nothing wrong with a little quickie en route home, but now they had to go. He came, she came, their collective mess was in a goopy puddle between her talons. It was time to go.

Dasa hopped off her and let her stand back up, burrowing his snout back into her slit to lap up all the excess fluid, and this time she let him. She parted her legs and raised her tail, leaning back against the fallen log to let him have his way with her as she glanced down at thepuddle they'd left. It really was an absolutely massive mess, was she really cumming that much? Did he really fill her that well? It didn't FEEL like that much was in her, but it was still trickling out of her as he continued to lick, eager to sample every last drop. Dasa was like a gentlemen, not daring to leave his lady in a dishevelled state. He would clean her, as a sort of apology for his sexual attack. She could see it in his eyes that he felt a little ashamed, now that the climax had peaked and dissipated.

All was fair, so she once again reached over him and went to hop up onto his back, her slit still drooling bits of cum and fluid that Dasa so happily licked up. Once she was on top of him, she rubbed her hips down on him so that he'd always have a scent of her heat travelling with her.

Together again, and both plenty compliant with one another, they returned to the stream to pick up the saddle and supplies before dashing home to warn of the oncoming army.