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Birth of the Princess' Legacy

"I want you to tell me what happened. Everything." I leaned heavy against the metal bars of the cell, slamming my head back to make a clanging echo. I was still sore, my womb aching and cramped. I could feel the lingering stab of needles pulsing through me, the effects of the numbing agent of his barbs injected into my uterus. My mind was only tangentially focusing on Keploen's story, and it was clear from the distracted look on my face as I clenched my thighs together.

"Everything about what?" He muttered, still shaking his head of the fog that was clearing. The collar that he'd been wearing had regressed his mind to that of a brutish feral beast, and he seemed more confused than anything else. I didn't blame him.

I pushed off the cold bars of the cell and nearly slipped on the puddle of cum before kicking it off the tips of my fetlock hair. "What is the last thing you remember before here, now, with me? You had a slave collar on, and you were feral. The castle guard are holding you for a crime, and I need to know what you remember about it so I can help you." Standing up, my knees nearly gave out and I fell into him, resting my beak up against the feathers of his neck.

Naturally, his response to to step back, flutter hopping away with a surprised squeak. "Wh-who are you and what do you want? Where am I?" He started to panic when he realized just where he was. He darted around, twisting his head and getting as good a view as he could.

After a moment of stabilizing myself on my weak legs, I shook myself of my partial daze and raised my hands to calm him. "Whoah, slow down Keploen. I am your friend. I saw you get bagged and brought into here, and I want to make sure you're not wrongfully imprisoned. If you are innocent, I intend to prove it and restore your honor. Just calm the fuck down!" I shouted the last big, feathers around my neck and shoulders splaying out in a natural display of dominance.

He was much larger than me and certainly not scared of me, but he still stepped back and folded his wings up, one ear raised and ready to listen. He opened his beak to protest, only to pause half way through so he could sniff the air. I could see his head bobbing with each brisk inhalation, the nares around his beak opening wide. "What is that smell?" He asked, slowly edging towards me, aiming his beak at my midsection.

I blushed and crossed my legs, slipping my hand over my mound to cover my tender, dripping slit. I could feel the dribble of his cum slipping out from between my lips to soak my inner thigh and palm; it was clear what he was smelling, but he clearly didn't remember. Rather than let him find out on his own and risk another feral reversion, I had to explain. "That's you. In me. Before I could get the collar off you, you pounced and mounted me. I, uh, couldn't hold you off." My eyes avoided his gaze and I stared at the cobbles of the cell floor, ashamed of my white lie.

Keploen leaned in closer, arching his neck at an odd angle to get a proper view between my legs. Not feral, but not a gentleman, either. "I would never do that..." He whispered to himself, unsure. Then he got up to stand tall, eyes widening. "Wait, if you are in that revealing lingerie...why are you wearing that?" He asked.

There was no answer that I could offer him, so I outstretched my foot to use my talon and grasp at my silk purple panties and bring them up to my hand. I bunched them up in my fist and held tight as I backed away. "Uh, it's not important. What's important is that you are here, and I am here, and I need to find out everything I can to ensure you are properly tried for your accused crimes." My finger slipped between my lips and tickled at the underside of my clit, making me shudder in delight. I was still weak and sensitive from the knot of his being forcefully pulled from my pussy, and both seed and musk were pooling in between my fingers. The aromas would have been heavenly if only I'd not been so sore and satisfied.

His eyes narrowed as he let out a deep rumbling growl, advancing on me. It was clear he saw through my lies and dishonesty, but I couldn't really tell him that I'd taken advantage of him, I would feel so properly shamed. "So...what am I in here for?" He asked, his voice a little more forceful.

"You tell me! I read the file, but I want you to tell me what your side of the story is before I tell you what they have on you." I stepped backwards and fumbled behind me with my free hand, ready to grab and twist the key to get out in a hurry if the need arose. "Tell me what you remember."

"I...don't remember much, to be honest. I was at a tavern, laughing about some booty I'd...I mean treasure. Drinks for all. Um....Malthael was there, and so was Spitey, but then...Spitey wasn't." his story was choppy and messy, with almost no detail, but he was pausing like he was trying to remember, not like he was making things up. I probably shouldn't have, but I believed him.

"You were partying? What did you accomplish to party? What did you plunder? What treasure?" I prodded and probed to see what I could get, hand still behind my back and between the bars, fingers ready to grab at the key.

"The queen, she sent us on a quest to raid an old castle. Queen Arrenthen, said there was a gem or something she needed possession of, and we could keep the rest of the treasure we found. There wasn't much, but we found enough to celebrate. I was gathering up....." He paused and leaned against the wall, rubbing beak and neck against the rock.

I pulled away from the gate, showing my trust as I urged him on. "Go on, what was at the castle?"

"I....I don't know. I heard something around the side, and Spitey went to take care of it. When he came back, he seemed in a rush. Said we needed to gather what we could and get out as soon as we could. I didn't think much of it at the time, but..." He paused, eyes going wide as his ears flattened against his skull. "I thought someone had witnessed us and got away, and we were in danger of being caught, but....that's why I'm here. Spitey must have silenced the witness and blamed me for it!"

"Well that's awfully convenient, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it is. But it makes sense now that I think about it. I had my suspicions all night. It's coming back to me, slowly. It's still a little fuzzy, but...yeah. At the tavern, Keploen had dangled some of the gems and jewelry over his antlers, and Spitey kept saying that we'd be recognized. I thought that was a dumb thing to say, since the quest we were on was granted on high from the queen herself, but now it makes sense. He killed that girl...and he must have blamed me!"

I clicked my beak and cocked my head to the side, one ear drooping. "Actually, that makes sense. You were reported, and yet here you are with no sure knowledge of the crime. But...I have to ask, how did you know a girl was killed? I never told you that."

"No, of course you didn't. The guards did, though. They arrested me for the murder of a noble's daughter. I imagine it was a little girl, why else would they...well, okay, it doesn't matter who it is, they'd have locked me up. I didn't do it though! I promise!"

While still young, one innate skill I was born with was empathy for truth. I can feel when people lie to me, and he was not lying. He was not telling me everything, but I had no doubt in my mind that he was telling the truth; ever since hitting puberty and blossoming into womanhood, this skill had grown increasingly accurate and powerful, and I used it - along with other skills - to get what I wanted.

I nodded and was about to think up some sort of assurance when an intense bang and crack came from above us in the main hall, like someone was trying to breach the head hall's gates. Without thinking, I tensed up and turned, punching hand through the bars to turn the key and unlock the gate. I kicked the door open and slammed it behind me, yankign the key out before darting up the stairs.

About half way up I realized I was naked from the waist down so I un-bundled my lacey lingerie and hopped into it, stepping up each stair as I walked each leg into them. The panties were a semi-transparent purple, so they didn't hide anything, but I still felt like I could get away with it if I acted like I'd come running from my bedroom. Unfortunately, I could feel my own fluids soak through the material, his seed nestling in the cradle between garment and mound. I felt like a fool.

Still, there was something at our doors, something big and powerful, and potentially dangerous. I had to do something, and for all I knew only my personal touch and feminine charm could slow it down. Lofty and quite silly, but I couldn't afford to doubt my talent.

Once I got to the top of the spiral staircase, I came out into the main hall beside the stairwell that led to the king and queen thrones. In front of me, all ten of the night guards were standing around the front gates with their polearms raised and ready for a fight as another powerful cracking slam echoed through the hall. They backed up and awaited whatever it was coming to breach.

I dashed forward and nudged my way between two of the guards without any care for my personal well-being or the fact that I was clad in only the most rudimentary of undergarments. As soon as the guard noticed who I was, he turned and tried to push me back, careful to not touch my breasts as he forced me away.

"Princess, get back to your chambers, it's not safe here!" The equine warned.

My desire and need to protest nearly made me force my way through them, but I didn't have enough time to show my rebellion before a third powerful impact came to the door with enough force to make tiny splinters shoot off in all directions. I could hear shouting and clanging of swords and weapons outside the door before another impact rocked the door, bursting it open.

As the gates slammed against the wall, three figures were left standing in the door way, one of which I was intimately familiar with. It was Melodi - my sister - alongside her fiancee Chief Storm and their royal mount Dasa.

Storm, the chief, was in the middle with his polearm extended and ready for a fight; there was a small stain of blood on the edge of the blade. He was larger than any and all of the guards that were at the ready with their weapons drawn, but I was nearly his size. His powerful chest was heaving and there was a smear of blood on his feathers; it wasn't clear if it was his or the result of the two guards that were laying on the steps just outside the hall, unconscious.

I had never met Storm before, but I knew enough about him to know that these guards were not going to stop him if he wanted through. The only option for me was to slip through the castle's protectors and put myself between them and the intruders. "Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing? And what in the skies of Dalon are you doing here, Mel? Aren't you supposed to be at the academy?"

Melodi narrowed her eyes at me and raised her sword, like she was about to attack. "Get out of your fantasy land, Talba. I haven't been in the castle for almost a month." She was right, now that I thought about it. We were both princesses of the royal family, and though I'd not seen her in weeks, I just sort of assumed she was busy with her duties as a mare of the monarchy. I hadn't put much thought into it, I was too busy worrying about my own lust and desires.

"Okay, so you're not at the academy, put the fucking weapon down!" I commanded her, then looked over to Chief Storm. He was a full head taller than I was, and he wasn't putting his spear down. When he refused to cooperate, I stepped forward until his blade was pressed against my chest and hissed at him. "I said, put your weapon down." I could feel the sharpness of the blade slicing open the lingerie nighty, and I realized how stupid of a position my dominance play was.

Rather than put his weapon down, Storm leaned into it, pushing the blade through my chest feathers to stab at my flesh. "And what if I don't?" He questioned, demanding I prove my mettle.

"Storm, we said no killing, and she's my sister." Melodi pleaded with him, her resolve waning.

"Yeah, Storm. Do what my sister tells you!" I taunted as I grabbed at the hilt of the spear, getting a nice firm grip before digging my talons into the carpet and using it for leverage as I pushed back. Now, I always knew I was strong, much stronger than my stature and figure would indicate, but even I was surprised at the strength I had in me as I pushed back against his blade, using only one hand to force the butt of his weapon back into his hips.

He slid backward, claws digging into and slicing through the carpet as his expression morphed from dominance and aggression to confusion. "How dare you defy me!" He bellowed before trying yo stab forth, against the will of Melodi. His mount growled and got into a pouncing position, ready to attack if commanded. Still, my grip and leverage was a bit too much and he couldn't resist me.

What I knew of him made me realize that if he felt even the slightest bit of weakness or any lack of control, he could lash out. Rather than let that sink in, I gripped at the pole of the spear and snapped it in my knee, taking the end as my own weapon. I hopped back and raised the blade to him as all of my guards toed forward, ready to get into a fight. Instead of instigating any further fight, I tossed the blade on the ground beside me and raised a hand to indicate the guards should stand down. That pole was the dark blue wood of the Cellitoke; when properly cured and treated, it was stronger than any other wood, and I broke it on my knee before casually tossing it aside.

"What are you doing?!" Melodi gasped, nearly dropping her sword.

"There's no need to fight, Storm." I told him as I stared him in the eyes. "We are not enemies, so it's time to communicate. Why are you here, why are you blasting into the castle in the middle of the night to assault us. And remember, Any act of violence against the castle or its guards is an act of-"

He cut me off mid-sentence, angered that I'd broken his spear. "Do I look like the kind of drake who cares about your politics right now?" He stepped forward to loom over me, chest puffed out and yellow eyes glinting in the low light of the castle. I caught him glimpsing down my form to stare at my chest before finishing his thought. "Not after what your guard did to my village."

"Aha! There we go! Some info! Tell me, what did we do to your village?" I prodded, trying my best to keep myself calm knowing that he was stealing glimpses of my moist panties in between each thing he said. Still, he could attack at any minute; though a skilled fighter and a tactical expert, what reading I'd done on Storm indicated it was a bit of a hot-headed and emotionally driven leader.

Storm was too angry to answer. He was seething, staring at me and casually glancing back at me. I could tell he was baffled by my attire, perhaps even distracted by it. I chose to use this against him. When I saw him glance downward, I puffed out my chest or slightly angled my hips so he could get a better look at the moist spot between my legs. It was a tense situation, but I knew he was driven by his carnal desires; perhaps I could soothe him long enough to talk some sense into him.

Instead, Melodi stepped forward to speak. "You...didn't hear? A battalion of the royal guard traveled north from here in the foot of the mountains toward the border of Tehgol. On their way, they basically ransacked every village they went through, depleting resources, raping women, and vandalizing property. They left our village a bloody mess. They even killed one of the old kooks who stumbles around drunk."

I took a moment to process this all before shaking my head and raising my hands, palm out. "Whoa, hold up. What? Royal guard pillaged your village?" I had more to say but the silly rhyme made me giggle internally before composing myself enough to carry on. "That is not something the royal family would allow. So why are you here, attacking us? Your village is a full day's trek north of here, half if you're in a hurry. You're telling me you didn't once stop to think that maybe your anger was misguided?"

Before I finished my sentence, Storm dropped the butt end of the spear and lunged at me, wrapping his powerful hand around my neck. "Don't you ever question my judgment!" He hissed, lifting me up off the ground. He paused a moment to look up and down my body again, a hint of hesitation bubbling in his gaze. He couldn't take my eyes off me.

My eyes met his and I clicked my beak, legs calmly dangling beneath me. I wrapped my one hand around his thumb, the other hand around his fingers and forcefully pried them apart to fall free to the ground. I landed with grace before standing straight up in defiance. "I told you, stop doing that." I puffed my chest feathers out, purposely accenting my breasts under the purple lace lingerie, hoping to draw his gaze down. "Tell you what, I have a better idea. How about these guards back the fuck off, you calm the fuck down, and you and I can meet in...private. It's too late at night to do this here and now, and frankly I'm amazed the queen hasn't commanded your head on a platter for your disruption. Can we come to an accord, negotiate one on one in the guest suite?" Though I wasn't explicit, it was quite clear that I was being quite physically suggestive.

To be clear, I was using my body language to make it remarkably obvious that I was luring him with promises of promiscuity. I felt dirty for it, but he seemed easily distracted from my form, and I knew that as a princess I would be a trophy for anyone, especially the leader of one of the northern regions. If that's what I had to do in order to ensure that this situation didn't bubble over into something violent, I was happy to sacrifice my already sore body for it.

The chief hesitated as he mulled over his options. I could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he considered what could happen next. Either he could stay out here with nearly a dozen capable guards ready to prop him up on the opposite end of the blade, or he could take me, alone, into the guest suite for intimate negotiations. One came with blood and violence and potentially execution if he didn't comply, the other came with the soft fur and feathers of a princess. After about a minute or so, he took in a deep breath and softened his stance. He glanced at Melodi, then to Dasa, before nodding a silent agreement.

Thanks to his agreement, I raised a hand and made a few signals that indicated that the guards should stand down, return to their posts.

One protested. "P-princess? What are you doing?"

"Just get back to your posts. I will deal with this. Storm here is not a stupid leader, he knows when it's best to negotiate. I will negotiate with him and he is no longer your concern. Return to your posts, captain." I commanded, never taking my eyes off Storm. On either side, Melodi and Dasa glanced up at him, waiting to see what would happen.

There was a reluctance, but all ten guards lowered their weapons and slowly backed away, returning to their posts, as commanded. Only two remained in the great hall on either side of the stairs that led to the thrones, the others all disappeared down the winding halls of the castle, glancing back before slipping into the shadows.

"There, now that it's just you and I, drop the toughness act; I know you're pissed, but you know damn well that slicing up guards and causing a fuss isn't going to get you the justice you seek. Melodi, you...whatever. I don't even care. Dasa, you go to the stables. Storm, you will be going with me to the guest room, I'll take you there and we can...negotiate. If you can calm your tail, then I promise this little transgression will be forgotten. Whatever the case, I need sleep, and you need to calm down. I will negotiate a banquet for you in the morning to feed your belly and satisfy your need for diplomacy. Come on." I turned and lifted my tail, swaying my hips with each step, hoping to bait him into following. I was sultry and insistent, but also firm. I wanted to establish myself as an authority while also making it clear I was flirting. I was taking quite a risk - a gamble - but it seemed to be paying off based on how he looked at me.

He paused a moment, glancing at Melodi and Dasa before sighing and gently nudging Melodi forward, clicking his beak in a pattern to make Dasa follow me. His clicks must have meant something, because Dasa immediately hopped forward to keep pace with me, his expression morphing from territorial aggression to that of a puppy. Storm's voice echoed through the hall as he took his first steps to follow me. "They all come to the guest room. Dasa does not go to the stables." He demanded.

I stopped and turned. "Excuse me? We have stables for beasts, and while I know he's more than just a steed, the others won't approve. I'm okay with more company, but...probably not a good idea."

"I'm sorry, but I don't trust you to not have me killed in my sleep. Dasa will be with us to protect the door, and Melodi will be joining us as well as a form of collateral, they won't order an assassination with their princesses in the room." He took two steps forward and puffed his chest out at me.

"Sure. That makes sense, and I suppose if you're going to be focusing on me, it'd be a lot easier to enjoy yourself if you weren't constantly worried that some silent assassin enters in the night and ends you. So yeah, I'll come, and they can come, too, but keep in mind I'm being very, erm, malleable for you." I craned my neck and pressed my chest out, lifting my tail under the lacy lingerie, further teasing him. "I promise we'll come to an accord, but...in the morning, okay? Tonight, let's just worry about relaxing you." Once I was done, I clumsily stomped my way up the red carpet to the thrones, expecting him to follow behind me.

"You're such a damn pervert." Melodi scolded him. She was onto my very obvious ruse, but also knew Storm well enough to know that he'd been entranced by my flirtation.

Fortune was on my side. My little show calmed him enough to keep him from being violent any further, but the two remaining guards were not convinced of his hormone inspired serenity. I knew I could negotiate with him, but not in the hall in the middle of the night. I was entirely too tired for that. On the flip side, I had also gotten myself into a bit of an interesting position by so shamelessly offering my body as negotiation for his compliance.

I felt like a whore of a princess, but I also felt empowered beyond belief. I felt powerful, in control, and dominant. My adrenaline was flowing through me and keeping my fingers tingling, my tail twitching as I guided him up the stairs and down the halls to the special guest suite.

There wasn't a lot written about Storm in the military texts of the tactical wing of the castle, but when I heard that Melodi was to be sent to be his bride, a princess and tribal leader of her own, I felt it was my responsibility to learn all I could about her war lord chieftain mate, and one of the key points to his entry in our texts was that he was prone to sensual distractions; it was his only weakness. Lift a tail, and he'd happily pay more attention to that than the task at hand. Male, female, it didn't matter, he didn't discern.

I knew that was what I needed to do in order to influence his compliance, but honestly, I think he was as intrigued by my strength as he was caught up in my allure. Storm was a chieftain, a commander. and a front-line warrior, he spend most of his days winning fights and reaping the rewards of that reputation, he had little time to get complacent, so he was well toned and strong, yet I managed to overpower him twice, and both times I could practically feel his frustration flowing through me, my empath-based natural magics sensing his emotions.

I could hear he and Melodi chatting behind me about the situation as I guided them towards the guest suite. Something about getting revenge or expecting compensation. It all felt quite political, but I didn't pay much attention. My eyes were drooping and I needed sleep, and all I could think of was about how I was going to 'negotiate' with the chief in my weakened and sore state. Once I made it to the twin doors, I un-latched the key and pushed it open, inviting them both to head on in. "And here we are, royal castle suite. May your stay be pleasant." I yawned again, this time not pressing my breasts out. He still stared as he walked by and into the room, followed by Dasa, then finally Melodi who stopped to look me in the eye.

"You really should go get someone. Don't underestimate him." She warned me.

"He's fine. He's my ally, and you and I both know that this was not something worth coming to the castle and complaining about. You worry too much, Mel." I impatiently ushered her in.

"I worry the right amount. I've seen what he can do, he's a powerful drake, and he won't be kind to you. He's not gentle with me and I'm his princess."

"I can handle myself. Besides, I like it rough." I winked at her and pushed her into the room, closing the doors behind me with a click to show they had locked. I turned and looked over at Storm, who was untying his leathers to leave them on the floor next to the bed. He was staring directly at me, so I padded my way over across the red and gold carpet, staring at him, wearing my sluttiest look that complimented my lace lingerie.

Melodi rolled her eyes at me as she turned to pay attention to Dasa, who had curled up at the foot of the bed, also staring at me. Honestly, I felt quite uncomfortable flirting with Storm in front of his princess, my sister, but I needed to do what I needed to do and my comfort level was not as important as upholding the ruse of flirtation.

Once I got up close to him, I helped him undress by pulling on the string that held his loin cloth up by his hips, leaving it to fall around his feet and expose his sheath. That was all he was wearing by then, so he was naked, and I got an up-close waft of the musk and sweat he'd been producing on his trip up. In spite of myself, I found my nethers tingling and my clit winking at the powerful drake aroma. I couldn't help it; I was still in heat and needy, so it didn't matter that I was sore from Keploen's aggressive mount.

"Well there, so I get two princesses tonight." Storm mused to himself as he laid a talon on my shoulder, gently using his claws to caress the feathers of my torso.

I shivered in delight and leaned into his caress before leaning up into him, pressing my chest to his and my belly to his sheath. I could feel the bulge of his cock pressing out and prodding at me as I angled my beak up, preening at his neck. I whispered into his ear, telling him to "Lay down and let me take over." as I pressed harder into him, forcing his thighs to hit the bed. I gave a gentle push and stood tall as he landed on his rump, propping himself up using his elbows.

His dark black feathers and fur were both giving off a gentle sheen thanks to their silky elegance; if I didn't know he was a warrior, I would have thought he was a noble or model.

"Well there, Chief. I think you need to relax a bit. I wonder what a princess like myself could to to assist you with that." I got down to one knee and leaned in against the bed between his legs, using my elbows to spread his knees. As I looked up over his muscled body, I reached up to rub at his sheath, peeling it back to expose his royal purple fleshed cock, squeezing at the base to feel the beginnings of his resting knot. I actually gasped - his member was as big as Keploen's, and Keploen was a quadruped.

My eyes fluttered and my chest tingled with adrenaline as my mind wandered back to the thickness of the last gryphon knot I'd been with, fantasies forming about what a sentient biped could do with it that a feral beast could not. I tried to hold back, to flirt a bit more or draw it out to give my tender nether lips more time to prepare for the roughness they were about to endure, but the musk and the feel of his knot had me desperate for more.

It was easy to forget this was a negotiation tactic, as opposed to genuine flirtation. In fact, the more I rubbed, the more I genuinely wanted it. It was no secret that I loved being in power, and this was about as empowered as I ever had felt. This powerful warlord, on his back for me because I had something he wanted. The power was intoxicating, and the musk was clouding my judgment. There was an inherent danger, as Melodi's warning echoed in the back of my mind, but my estrus-driven hormones begged for more, and the danger made it more exciting.

My beak gaped open a bit, tongue dangling out the tip of is to drool on the red and gold sheets. His balls were hanging heavy between his legs, making soft indentations on the bed, so I brought my other hand up to cradle them, to feel their heft and give a gentle squeeze. They were huge, and his ball sack a soft velvety pouch to hold them. I tickled underneath as I squeezed his sheath, pulling back the skin to expose the full length of his member and lick the underside of the shaft.

As a beaked creature I wasn't exactly the best at oral, but that taste drove me wild and I wanted more. I did the best thing I could think of in this position, leaning forward to press my breasts up against his lower belly, his natural fluids soaking through the fabric with ease, making them adhere to my feathers. I grabbed his shaft and angled it down a bit, giving it a lick as I pressed it between my tits, rubbing up and down with it cradled between them. After a few motions, I lifted my nightie up and slipped his member inside, squished between breasts and held in place by the transparent fabric.

Of course, he was starting to get into it as well, so he bucked his hips up to stab me in my lower beak, smearing fluids all over the hard surface. He growled and looked down at me over his muscled chest, amber yellow eyes glinting in the candle light. "Don't make me wait." He commanded, reaching forth to hold me down so that my breasts pressed against his lower belly, sheath and cock squished between us.

"I wouldn't dare leave such a stud waiting, Storm. But be patient, you have a lot to apologize for. Just relax a bit, let me guide you." I rubbed my chest up and down his length until I felt the bulge of his knot prodding at the underside of my breasts, the lobes slowly expanding like he was ready to tie the knot. I couldn't have that, so I pulled his member out from my soft mounds and left it throbbing and oozing precum down the underside of it. I gave it a lick and slipped the tip into my beak, gently squeezing enough to suck some of the fluids down, but not enough to get my teeth involved.

His grunting and moaning betrayed his stoic image. The chief gryphon tried his best to look like he was in charge, dominant in the face of adversity, but he was giving way to his carnal desires. He couldn't stay mad or even aggressive with my beak suckling on him, my breasts rubbing against his shaft.

I spat him out and licked up the mess, nuzzling my beak against the side to chatter-preen at the gentle barbs that lined his glans, tickling and teasing him as I cooed gentle teases at him. "What's the matter, Storm? Little princess got the better of you?"

My taunt made him shift in place; he sat up straight and growled a bit as he stared at me, only to grow soft-hearted again as I gave him my most innocent, cute eyes. I looked up at him like a pup trying to please its master, my tongue gently lapping at the underside of his shaft, the fluid he left glistening on my breasts. I could tell by the glisten in his eye that he wanted to scold me, or to demand something of me, but instead he fell back down again, growling in an odd flutter-purr as he bucked his hips again.

Good. Good Storm. Melt for me. All I could think about was what I could coax out of him, physically and metaphorically. The more cum I stole, the more willing he would be to negotiate, the more malleable his mood would be, and that drove me to release all inhibitions.

Of course, that didn't mean he got to know I was enjoying myself.

The taste, the scent, the feel of his cock throbbing in my hand tickled my desires more than I'd expected. I gave his balls another gentle tickle and squeeze before using the musk and sweat covered hand from that to rub at myself, slipping into my panties and rubbing at my clit. I was so wet, and it wasn't leaking mess from Keploen anymore, this was all me thanks to my desire for Storm.

I should have been conflicted, the shame of whoring myself out contrasting the utter joy I felt by controlling the situation, but any reservations I might have had were disregarded thanks to my heat still dancing around in my womb, begging for more and more and more until I gushed. I was still young and getting used to my body, but my hormone-addled mind kept twisting logic around to make it feel like I was not only justified in my sluttiness, but dignified in my dominance. This was somethign to be proud of; like many of my suitors who probably boasted about mating with a princess, this was me bagging my trophy of a warlord.

Rather than mess around with my ill-trained tongue, I crawled up over him, rubbing my body against his tip with every motion until I was hovering over him, torso against torso, his cock pressed between his belly and mine. I stared at him with a devious grin as I gently prodded at the side of his beak with my own, grinding my hips to his in circular motions. There was a thin layer of fabric protecting my lips, but I was so wet that my fluids were literally dripping through it to land and smear on his shaft and knot.

He laid his hands on my rump cheeks, holding me in place as he spread them apart, further exposing my cunt inside the panties. He growled and dug his claws into me as he nipped and preened at my chest feathers.

"What's the matter, Storm? Is there something in your way? Maybe you should...remove it." I taunted as my tail lifted up, instincts driving my every move. I swayed my rump and leaned back to feel his claws puncture the fabric and rip the panties in two, tossing the two halves on either side, leaving me naked from the waist down. "There you go, here I thought you were more dominant than that. Didn't know you needed permission to take what you wanted!"

I was taunting him, teasing him, and yet he didn't dive in. I was in control, and every time I tested him and he let me stay in control, it turned me on more. My walls were so slick by then that actually felt them rubbing against each other as I grinded my hips down against his. I grabbed at his member and slid my moist clit up and down the length of it, pausing to wink against his cock tip, relishing the sharp pokes of his barbs. In one fluid motion, I angled myself up and forced his cock between my legs so that it was resting between my rump cheeks, prodding at the underside of my tail.

This was it, he had to force his cock into me. I was waiting for it, but I wanted him to do it. I wanted to tease until he took what was his. I wanted it, but I wanted him to work for it. Hold off a bit.

A sudden shifting sound from the foot of the bed distracted my from my little game and I remembered that Melodi was in the room, too. If I was male, I'd have gone soft at that revelation. My heat had driven me wild, and I'd lost my rationality. As I looked over, I could see she wasn't watching, and must have been lying down with the mount Dasa.

Evidently, the shift had alerted Storm, too. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me in place, forcing me down to rub against the top of his cock, my cunt lips kissing at him with each motion as he called out to his mate - my sister. "Melodi, care to join us?"

She poked her head up over the side of the bed and her years went limp. I did the same thing, eyes widening as I realized the situation I had just been put in. All blood seemed to drain from me, leaving me feeling cold and decidedly un-sexy. Melodi and I weren't exactly unfamiliar with one another - we were hatch mates, after all - but I'd never thought of her in any sort of sexual way once we both hit puberty. The very idea of that made me feel a little uneasy.

"Don't make me wait." Storm commanded, slapping my rump as he stared at her.

I gently shifted my weight to get off him, not sure of what to do or where to go or what to do.

Melodi lowered her gaze and slowly crept onto the bed, walking towards him on hands and knees. She wouldn't look at me, and I couldn't look at her. Instead, I pressed my arms against my chest and lowered my ears.

"What's the matter, girls? Never experimented with your sister before? I thought all chicks did that." Storm mocked. He shifted on the bed until he was propped up against the pillows, legs spread and cock in hand as he watched us intently. Evidently he wanted Melodi and I to play with each other, while he played with himself.

I couldn't immediately bring myself to be intimate with my sister, but she took me off guard by leaning into me and rubber her beak against mine, one hand around my neck. She muttered a quiet token of advice in my ear. "Just go along with it, he's much better to be around if he gets what he wants."

My heart jumped as I realized what that meant. I let the realization settle in before reluctantly leaning back into her, prodding my tongue out into her beak to wrestle with hers. Our beaks locked and she slipper her palm up under the nightie against my breast, cupping the underside and tickling at the nipple with her claw.

For the first time in my life, I felt shamed about my sexuality. Problem was, I wasn't ashamed that I was fooling around with my sister, I was ashamed that I actually kind of enjoyed it. The gentle caress of her claw on my breast was nice, and she seemed to know how to rub me the right way. She may have been smaller than I was by a head, but that didn't stop her from being just rough enough to make me enjoy it and forget who it was.

As I leaned into her, rubbing my beak against hers, I felt my ears splay out and lay flat against my head, limp and weak. I was actually enjoying myself, and as it turns out Melodi was a great kisser for someone with a beak! Sensual, affectionate, but reserved. No sloppy tongue slathers, just gentle prodding and caressing of my tongue.

I kept my eyes closed so I could pretend she was someone else, slowly pressing my finger tips to her belly and walking them down to prod at her nether lips. I heard her gasp as my digits passed over her clit, so I gave it a bit of a squeeze and a rub as she chirped in my ear, grinding down against my fingers, a tiny squirt of fluids pooling in my palm.

She was a squirter, evidently.

My fingers parted a bit to let the fluid dribble through them and soak into the sheets as I leaned into her, angling wrist up just enough to slip two into her up to the knuckle, curling the digits up to massage her G-spot. At least I think it was her G-spot, that's where mine was, but her body was a slightly different blend than mine and for all I knew she lacked a G-spot. Luckily, I was right, and I felt her muscles clench on me, the ripples of her flesh growing more defined and firm as she spread her legs and pressed her cunt down on my hand. She let out another gentle whimper of a chirp in my ear as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me close.

Storm was watching with a devious smile as his hand clenched at his knot. I was able to catch glimpses of him, chest twitching gently to emit a deep rumbling growl every time my fingers coaxed a whimper or chirp from Melodi.

Clearly the show was working for him, so I shuffled forward to get a better angle, rubbing her lips and pussy with my fingers as I wrapped my neck around hers, using my beak to nibble on her shoulders. She craned her neck and leaned into me, breasts pressing against mine as she started thrusting her hips in gyrating waves, every motion leaving another gentle squirt in my palm and on the sheets.

A craving came over me, so I angled my gaze to offer Storm a sidelong glance as I pulled my finger from her pussy, palm soaking in her fluids. I trailed my fingers up her belly, then brought it up to my beak as I licked her lubrication from my palm. It was the first time I'd ever tasted anything female other than myself, and it was kind of sweet. I wanted more, so i slipped my hand down between us again to harvest more, tickling her cunt with my finger tips, pressing against the button that was her G-spot while also angling myself so that the knuckle of my thumb would rub gently on her clit.

She kept winking at me, her muscles contracting and forcing tiny gobs of thick goo from her pussy. Her lips were soft, tender, and engorged thanks to her arousal. At the time, I was too enraptured in the moment for the realization of the incestuous intimacy I was sincerely enjoying. I knew her well, I knew what buttons to press, and she'd told me what she enjoyed. Like me, she was a size queen (most mares were), so I clenched my hand up in a fist, smearing her gooey fluids all over, lubricating me fully to the wrist.

"You ready?" I whispered into her ear as I kept my one eye trained on Storm with a sultry look. I preened at her neck feathers, alternately nuzzling into her shoulder and cheek.

Her beak chattered as she nodded, leaning back into my preening.

"Good." I put all four finger tips and my thumb tip together as one, prodding at her tender lips and forcing my way up. To my surprise, her vulva stretched and parted with ease, muscles relaxing and practically sucking on my hand, allowing me to get my whole fist in her with one fluid motion. Clearly she'd either done this before or had been properly loosened by Storm's aggressive mating. Either way, I was pleased to feel that she was enjoying herself, muscles massaging my fist and lips clenching around my wrist with every pleasured wink.

I had to ball my fist up inside, forming a bit of a knot-like seal, tugging on the tight ring of muscle between her depths and lips. I offered her one final preen on her neck before resting my free hand on her shoulder and pushing her back, fist still balled up inside her to keep her hips from moving.

A gentle whimper followed by a chirp escaped her beak as she laid on her back, shifting on her back until she was able to lay comfortably, knees up and hooves resting on the bed with her legs spread, talons folded up on her chest. "Don't be gentle." She urged, grinding her hips down on my wrist and clenching her passage around my fist.

There was a pause in the room as a bout of hesitation bubbled up in the back of my mind. I didn't really want to continue but I didn't want to stop. Rather than raise questions or protest, I threw my head back and slid my hand over my head to keep my mane behind me rather than have it dangling in front of my face. I clenched my fist and rotated my wrist, pushing it in deeper until I felt her clit winking on my bicep, the thickness of my forearm stretching her cunt wider than I'd ever thought possible from her.

"M-mel? Since when are you so...malleable?" I asked in a hushed whisper.

She giggled and smiled at me. "Storm there is quite the instructor. I told you, don't be g-gentle." Her head craned backwards and she let out a drawn out churr before continuing her thought. "Fuck me like a stallion, sis. You know I can handle it."

There was another brief pause when she called me sis, but my hormones were still in control, and the billowing cloud of Storm's musk was tingling in my nares and keeping my nethers moist, so I did as commanded and yanked my forearm from her cunt, leaving only my balled up fist inside. She shuddered in unison with my pull and whimpered, grinding down on my wrist again as I forced every inch of it back inside her. I couldn't feel her cervix, so to me she just felt like a never ending passage of soft, muscular flesh clenching down on my arm.

I curled my bicep, rotating my wrist upward to see if I could make a bulge in her belly, and to my surprise I did see a non-descript mound forming every time I flexed my muscle. I smiled a bit and pulled out again, her muscles clenching and forcing me out as I tugged so that I actually had to push back in just to not be squeezed out. Her body was shuddering and quivering every time she exhaled, her muscles clenching and squeezing around my arm and first every time she inhaled. Tiny spurts of her cum erupted from between vaginal canal and winking clit, further soaking my arm.

Part of me wanted to pleasure myself, but a less selfish part of me urged me to focus more on my sister's pussy. I leaned into her, another slow and deep thrust into her up to my elbow as I rubbed her clit with my other hand, thumb rubbing up and down the underside of it, pleasing her just right as the feathering of the fetlock on my wrist draped over and tickled her flesh. I could feel her walls clench down tight and her clit folding out as far as it would go, staying in that position indefinitely. Her muscle control nearly forced me out of her depths, so I offered another few idle thrusts before letting her force me out.

In one wet squelch of an ejaculation, my fist burs from her cunt with a spray of fluids all over me, my chest, my forearm, and my crotch. That brief moment triggered an intense desire in me, and while she was still convulsing and writhing in pleasure on the bed, I dove down at her, opening my beak to catch any of her squirted fluids before nuzzling at her cunt, using the curve of it to rub at her clit, tongue prodding into her erratically tensing pussy.

My aggressive oral must have triggered something in her as well, because as soon as my tongue touched her lips, she grabbed either ear of mine and held me in place, thrusting her hips up at me as she tugged, literally forcing my beak into her pussy. As I felt her flesh part for me, I also felt her muscles contract and her walls retract, expanding naturally to gape itself open, sucking air in from either crook of my maw. I tried to push in deeper to lick at her flesh, but before I could do that her walls clenched up around me again, forcing me from her depths to idly lick at her engorged lips and nuzzle at her clit.

I may have been distracted, but I felt a shift on the bed as Storm rolled off it, a deep growl accompanying his movement followed by a grunt. I wasn't at all surprised to feel his hand grabbing at my inner thigh, slowly sliding upwards towards my own cunt. Naturally, my tail lifted right up and I angled my thighs so that my passage was aimed right at him, moist lips literally dripping with anticipation.

Another gentle nuzzle at Melodi's clit followed by an idle, distracted lick urged her to shift downwards, arching her spine to meet my beak. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and I was glad to taste that she was sweeter than I was expecting - She must have enjoyed a lot of fruit in her village - so I still wanted more.

Problem was, as I was trying to focus on pleasing Melodi's pussy, I myself was distracted by Storm's powerful talons prodding at my vulva, parting my lips and stabbing at my inner flesh. He had claws, as did Melodi, whereas I actually had normal fingers and soft tips. I really didn't want him to ruin me, so I brought my hind talon up and scratched at his thigh, tickling at his balls with my toe claws. "Don't make me wait, Storm." I commanded, calling back to when he said the same thing to me.

Instantly, I felt his hand leave my pussy and grab tight around the base of my tail, holding me in place as he pushed his cock down and aimed the tip between my rump cheeks to prod at my soft, hungry lips. He slid the glans up and down, his barbs catching on my vulva and stabbing at my soft inner flesh. It was sharp, somewhat painful...yet I wanted more.

A wave of selfishness washed over me as I ignored Melodi in favor of that cock that was prodding against my sex. I leaned back, forcing the length of it to rest between my rump cheeks, the tip of it snagging on the hair on the underside of my tail. I clenched my pelvic muscles to force a wink, squirting out a small bit of fluid onto the underside of his shaft, soaking his knot and balls. I could feel his warmth emanating from his member, mixing with the heat that my own vulva was creating, forming a cloud of estrus and musk that seemed to slowly fill the room. Before long, it was all I could smell, and it was driving me wild.

I pushed back as hard as I could, reaching down between my legs to grab at his shaft, angling it down so that the tip was aimed at my cunt. As soon as I could feel the barbs holding it in the right place, I leaned rocked my body backwards to force it to pop into me. Problem was, the moment I felt his barbs splay out inside me, I knew he wasn't about to fuck me like a stallion.

My memories bubbled up literally about three seconds too late. Gryphons have barbs, and don't thrust, they just keep forcing themselves deeper until they knot. The barbs don't retract until they've finished, so trying to pull away from him was going to put me in immense levels of pain as the tiny needles scraped and stabbed at my flesh.

As this revelation took hold in my consciousness, I whimpered and tried to relax my pelvic muscles, opting to not accentuate the problem by clenching down on the cactus of a cock that was inside me. However, that didn't stop him from squeezing at the base of my tail and leaning into me, his length sliding in deeper until I felt his knot pressing against my vulva.

Instincts took over and my clit winked again, squeezing his shaft and tickling the underside of his knot, my tail and lower back muscles relaxing while my cunt squeezed. It wasn't an orgasm, yet it felt so wonderful, so liberating, even with the sharpness of his barbs tickling me deep. I looked back over my shoulder with my beak gaped open, panting gently. My ears lowered and I smiled, allowing myself to feel a little submissive. My body told me it was time for him to take over, but I rejected that. I was a princess, not some whore. If I was going to be mated by this warlord, I wanted him to know that I was in charge!

My soft, demure expression melted to one of aggression as the corners of my beak curled up in a devious grin. I tensed up my lower back muscles to peel my tail up and away from my rump cheeks, and my spine angled so I could push down on him. I reached back around with one hand and grabbed his hips for leverage, grunting and pushing and pulling all at once so that his partially engorged knot forced my lips apart.

I could feel each of his lobes pressing against my pelvic muscles, squeezing against my hip bones as I whimpered. My flesh was soft and tender, but malleable. My muscles were tense, but I was doing all I could to relax them as I pushed back as hard as I could. He grabbed my tail, I pressed my chest to the bed sheets and wrapped both my hands around either of his knees, and I grinded my hips as hard as I could against him.

Every motion forced my cunt a little bit wider, my muscles giving way with a gentle quiver as my clit winked and spewed fluid down onto his balls and sheathe. I grunted and pushed as hard as I could, flexing my arm muscles to tug on his thighs.

All at once, I felt the bulbs of his knot squeeze just enough through the relative tightness of my opening, popping into my depths all at once, his barbed tip shifting deeper and poking into my womb, every needle of it splaying out to anchor him in place. A long, drawn out gasp escaped my beak as I felt his knot swell, each lobe the size of a fist inside me. Before long, the knot was so big that it was actually larger than my pelvic bones would allow; he was locked into me, tied as a gryphon drake should be.

The pressure from it made me feel immensely sensitive, I could actually feel his heartbeat in the throbs of his cock, each one followed by a muscle tension that spewed more fluid into me. I didn't want to think too deeply of the intricacies of a proper tie, not with his massive knot lodged deep within me, but it was hard not to imagine the streams of precum filling my womb, lubricating me and preparing me for his seed. I closed my eyes and fantasized about the pearlescent mess that would pool in me, then eventually spew from my cunt when his knot retracted to a more appropriate size. Unfortunately, the toe-curling pleasure I garnished from the tie was almost immediately drained when I remembered that Gryphons tended to tie together overnight. Hours, we'd be stuck together.

There was a hint of panic as I let go of his thighs and propped myself up, the new angle a little uncomfortable with his knot so deep in me. My heart was racing, and I could feel the throb of that squeezing around is length, too. "S-storm, you don't...tie overnight, do you?" I whimpered, glancing back to see that Melodi had somehow crawled off the bed and had her beak buried under her tail, eagerly lapping at his rump as he grinned down at me, another powerful wave of his fluids squeezing into me.

"Why? Is that a problem?" He asked, offering a gentle tug that squeezed flesh against bone, his barbs yanking on my womb.

"N-no, just...I need to know what I'm getting my-myself into." I grunted and lowered my head as his barbs splayed out again inside me, stabbing at the inside of my cervix as his knot shifted and rotated inside me, the pressure making it feel like a full thrust despite the fact that it barely moved. My tender, malleable flesh was stretched taut around him, my swollen lips and engorged clit winking alongside every one of his pulsations to accompany another spurt of warm seed that deposited inside me.

Evidently I had a lot to think about and a long time to think about what I'd gotten into - or what I'd gotten put into me.