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Subservient, Not a Slave 02

Her glorious form lay out before him, with legs spread wide and a concoction of fluids dribbling out between her fleshy pink lips, a combination of seed and lubrication occasionally accented by a gentle wink as her vulva tensed and her clit folded out. Tiny dribbles of his own seed escaped her flesh, and that made him a little self conscious; he couldn't possibly ignore her, having finished so early. No, the queen deserved to be properly cared for.

Miki looked up at her to see that she was smiling warmly at him. Her finger was in her beak as she chewed on her little hoof. His heart was racing, but he knew what to do. Well, he had a few ideas, but certainly at least one of those would work; either way he knew where to start.

He sidled downwards, his hip sliding on the soft velvet sheets until his snout was nuzzling up on her inner thigh. His lower jaw trembled in anxiety, worried that she might be disappointed in him. Still, he didn't let that stop him from doing what he could. With one quick motion, he leaned in and slowly dragged his tongue up from the back end of her pussy right up to her clit, ending with a gentle kiss to the engorged nub of flesh.

Talba let out a little whimper as she felt his lips sucking on her clit, her talons curling up around Miki's torso and holding him close. She threw her head back and squirmed, her entire body writhing in pleasure. It was clear she was making it seem like she was enjoying herself more than she actually was.

Miki noticed she was being a little exaggerated in her motions, so he pulled away and tilted his head, thin goopy strands of her lubrication bridging from his lips to hers. "My Queen, I truly do hope you are enjoying yourself, but there's no way my humble lips are that talented." His tone was dry, and a little offended. He didn't want to come across as harsh, but he didn't appreciate her overblown reaction.

She giggled at him and smirked. "Oh, come on. I can have fun. And don't underestimate your lips, that actually feels really good." She slipped her hand over her belly to press at her clit with two fingers, prying her lips apart and rubbing the underside of it. "Besides, I don't want you to think I don't appreciate it."

"Okay. Just, I want to please you. I want you to be happy. I don't want you to fake it. It won't mean as much to me and I will feel like I've failed you if you feel the need to pretend I'm better than I truly am. I take great pride in my skills, and...you know. Just, be sincere. Please." He slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips back up against hers, gently nuzzling into her and tilting his head as though he was in a passionate kiss, tongue idly slipping into her depths to taste her flesh.

Talba purred at him and grabbed his horn with one of her hands, holding him in place as she started grinding her hips against his snout. "Hmm, yeah, that feels nice." Her words were broken up with gentle whimpers as his tongue prodded at her clit, and she jumped a little as he sucked on it, pulling his head away to tug gently before letting it go.

This time, it was clear she was being sincere. She was still twitching in pseudo orgasmic bliss, but it was also clear she was enjoying herself. Once her lips and his snout were thoroughly smeared in the moisture from her depths and she was clean of any errant seed he'd left in her, he shifted again so that he was resting in against her inner thigh.

As a hippogryph, Queen Talba was much, much larger than Miki was, and he was by no means a tiny chimera. Still, she must have been used to larger partners, horses, dragons, and her husband, the King Vaulix. Miki had seen Vaulix's exposed member, so he knew that Talba must have been used to the biggest partners. Though she had impressive muscle control and the ability to squeeze tight enough to feel snug for him, he still felt like he needed more to truly please her.

Despite her insistence that she meant to please him without any expectation of reciprocation, he couldn't leave her wanting or he would feel like a failure of a servant, or at least a disappointment in bed. Though pleasing others was no longer his job, that didn't stop him from feeling a sense that his pride was at stake. He had to offer something more than he was naturally equipped with between the legs. No, he had to get a bit more creative.

The queen was part equine, so it was fair to assume she would enjoy something as thick as a horse's cock. Miki had been forced under a stallion before in his time at the Uriel Brothel, so he knew how their mating worked. He even had to play the part of a mare, with leather gear and blinders as he was whipped by his client with a crop. The only thing he had in his immediate possession that was similar in thickness and shape to a horse's cock was his arm. His entire arm. When his hand was balled up into a fist, it would resemble a flare, and that was sure to stimulate her like she desired.

Once he'd come to realize what his plan was, he smiled and leaned into her, resting his hand on her lips, smearing his palm and knuckles up and down until he was soaking from wrist to claw tips. He stared up into her green eyes as he slipped two fingers in, walking them back and forth as he tickled and prodded at her G-spot.

She twitched and whimpered a bit as she pushed down onto him. "Th-that's more like it. That's the kind of button-pressing I expect from someone with your reputation." She groaned and pushed down again, her hips gyrating against his knuckles.

That affirmation bolstered his confidence, so he re-adjusted his position and slipped a third and fourth finger in, like he was chopping through her folds with his thumb rubbing on her clit. He slid his hand up and down a bit, applying pressure to go deeper and deeper until she clenched down in a juicy wink that soaked his forearm with fluid and squeezed his fingers together.

Talba gave a knowing nod of approval as she pushed her hips down again, grinding against him and gyrating, nearly forcing his thumb to slip between her folds and into her depths. She winked and grabbed his wrist, guiding him deeper until he cooperated, his hand popping into her with one sloppy lurch.

He felt her lips swallow him up and wrap tight around his wrist, her canal clenching and releasing in a rhythmic beat, each contraction accented by a gooey wink of her clit and a sloppy squelch as air was sucked into and forced out of her canal. Her tender walls collapsed around his hand, nearly forcing it out as she pushed down hard, her hips bucking and rotating. He wasn't even doing anything, she was doing all the work by lowering herself onto his fist.

That wouldn't do. Miki had to please her, and he had to be active in it or she was just masturbating using him as a toy. Not the same thing. His wrist tightened as his hand balled up into a fist, grinding back up against her G-spot. He gyrated his wrist in the opposite direction of her hips, doubling the friction and smearing more of her fluids all over the both of them.

She arched her back so her entire torso was up off the bed, resting on one knee and both of her elbows as he gyrated and pushed down on him. A gentle whimper escaped her beak as she leaned onto him, a gentle bulge showing in her lower belly.

Miki leaned in and caught her clit as it winked, sucking on the engorged fleshy nub as he forced his arm in deeper. He could feel her hot flesh smothering him, swallowing his limb up to the elbow as he twisted and pumped into her. He didn't force it deep or hard, but he did short, vigorous little thrusts into her soft flesh, the bulge of his knuckles dragging against her G-spot.

He was being as gentle as he could while she aggressively bucked her hips downward, but it was clear she wanted more. She'd told him before that she liked it rough and that she could handle it, and this was evidenced by the gooey lubrication she was smearing on his bicep as her clit rubbed against it.

It was clear she was more than capable of taking more, her tender walls were clenching tight and snug around his forearm, but every little thrust was met by a shudder and a quiver; she was looser than her muscle control would indicate. If not loose, then definitely malleable. Like a Mare. A mare that could handle a stallion or two.

"My queen, I must ask, would you be able to-"

He was cut off mid sentence by her enthusiastic approval. "Yes, go ahead. Don't be shy, my dear. I told you I can take it." She grinned and rocked back and forth on his arm, clenching her walls with each motion before finally relaxing and laying on the bed, panting heavily. She knew what he wanted to do, and she was loosening her muscles to accommodate that.

Though she wasn't gaped wide open, it was clear she could handle a lot more. Her tender flesh was soft against his arm, but not squeezing at all; it felt like he could move his hand around inside freely, her pouty lips drooling fluid down his arm. He pulled out all but just his balled up fist, curling his wrist to massage her G-spot as he rubbed his other hand all over his arm, sharing the lubrication between the two of them. "Are you ready?" He asked, his finger tips pressed to his wrist and ready to follow his other hand into her.

She nodded with a smile, clenching her pelvic muscles again before relaxing and letting her canal loosen up again, the soft flesh practically pulling away from his balled up fist.

Miki offered a return nod of agreement before pushing into her, using his feet as leverage against her bed, grunting as he extended both arms forward. He felt his second hand pop in next to the first, her walls quivering and shuddering in delight as he shifted and rotated both wrists until he was able to inter-lock his fingers, balling both fists together as one. Both slipped deeper and deeper into her, lovely pouty vulva squeezing around his forearms before being stretched and distended wide. The little crevasses between his arms allowed some air to slip inside with every relaxation of her muscles, only to be forced out in a wet, messy squelch when she clenched back down.

There wasn't really a whole lot Miki could do. He rolled his wrists around inside her, massaging her from within and making some bulges in her lower belly before he pulled mostly out. Problem was, his balled up fists were just a bit too big to come out; her pelvic bone stopped that. Rather than un-clench and withdraw, he rocked his wrists side to side, pressing her sensitive, tender flesh up against her bone before plunging both deep into her. His fists went so deep, he had to lay on his belly as his knuckles punched at her cervix.

She gasped and whimpered a bit. "Careful there." She warned. "I like it rough, sure, but I'm in that part of the season where I can't quite handle that kind of attention at my womb. So, don't go so deep? Not today? Next time, you can go as deep as you want." She cooed at him and stroked his cheek.

Next time. She said next time. There would be a next time! He didn't want to hurt her, but she kept begging for it rough so he'd have to deliver. Since his lips were so close to hers, he gave her clit a gentle kiss, sucking her flesh a bit before pulling his balled up fists mostly out again, only to ram them in to his elbow. He had to spread his knees for support as he started bucking into her, his own member growing between his legs as he imagined her soft flesh was caressing his cock, her tender flesh sliding over his length with each motion.

He rocked into her, rotating wrists in time with each thrust as she started pushing back. She gyrated her hips the opposite direction that he was curling his fists. The two kept at it, bucking and moaning and pushing and pulling until he felt her flesh clench down all around him with enough pressure to keep him from moving. His entwined hands were practically sucked into him as her most powerful muscles squeezed around his wrist.

Miki did all he could to work against her powerful muscle control, tugging at her depths and rocking side to side within her, the clenching and her grunting accentuating the sensations, adding pressure to it all. She relaxed for only a split second, releasing his balled up fists to burst from her depths in a splasing mess of orgasmic bliss. The queen let out a long, rumbling screech of pleasure as a thick gooey stream of ejaculate sprayed out from under her clit to splash all over Miki's chest, soaking the bed between them but mostly getting absorbed into her tail.

He fell back onto his rump before leaning back into her, feverishly gaping his maw in front of her to catch as much of her fluid in his mouth as he could. Sadly, she was sputtering out with only a few gobs of her slimy lubrication trickling down her vulva by the time he got there. Still, he nuzzled into her and gently lapped at her lips, cleaning her of the gooey mess she'd left.

Clearly she wasn't faking this time. Her body was still twitching and her moans were coupled with a gentle cooing trill as she pushed back down onto him.

She didn't say a word - it was pretty obvious that the orgasm she'd endured had left her mind too muddled to articulate - as she grabbed his hand and pushed up up against her lips again, trying to force it inside.

Evidently she wasn't done.

Miki did as instructed, tapering all fingers together into one point, smearing her fluids all over his knuckles and palm before sliding into her up to the wrist. This time it went in easy; no pop, no sudden lurch, just slipped inside her like a horse's unflared cock. He went to slip his second hand in next to it, sensing she'd been pummeled enough to allow it with ease, but she stopped him.

Talba shook her head as her lower beak chattered, still in the orgasmic bliss that was being prolonged by his hand inside her again. She grabbed his other wrist and aimed it lower, resting it on her tail, his fingers prodding at her fleshy pucker. She wanted him in her ass!

Though he was more about pussy, he wouldn't dare say no to the queen. He collected some of the slick, viscous slime from her lips and his forearm and smeared her rump with it, slipping a single finger in to coat her insides with the lube. Once he was sure of her cleanliness and willingness, he sid a second, third, then fourth inside her rump.

He was quite shocked at how easily her flesh stretched and distended to accommodate his digits, so he pulled his thumb up and left all fingers at one point, leaning into her with one powerful push. He heard her groan and whimper as the meaty rim of anal flesh stretched and seemed to open right up, swallowing him to the wrist. Only her pussy clenched down, but the added pressure applied to her vaginal canal from his fist in her rump made her seem tight again.

A thought crossed his mind, and he spun both wrists so that his palms were together, only her flesh between them. He couldn't help but laugh a bit as he used his fingertips to prod and poke at each other between her vaginal and anal cavity. As he was playing with her skin flap, he was surprised to feel a tug on his collar as she clasped a leash to it.

As he looked up at her, she had a cute smile on her face and her finger in her beak again, holding the other end of the leash. "Oh? What's this? I think I caught me a pet."

Under most circumstances, Miki would have pulled out and freaked out, having been called similar things while in the brothel. Despite his past, he just smiled and nodded. "Anything for my queen." He offered as he pumped his fists into her, alternating between the one in her pussy and the one in her ass.

"You can relax, Miki. Come on. I think it's time to sleep." She gave a gentle tug on his collar and brought her talon down to prod at his cock tip, which had grown to full erection and was leaking his own fluids into the mess that she had made on her bed and tail.

"B-but..." Miki started to protest, but then realized what he was about to say was silly. He was going to complain about not fulfilling her, but she'd already exploded all over him. He had filled her with seed and now she squirted all over him. They both got what they wanted, and that was really all they could hope for.

"Relax. Just relax. Come on." she patted her chest feathers and leaned back against her pillows, inviting him to cuddle with her.

He wasn't sure what to do about his hands, which were still deep inside her, but she seemed like she was done, so he wasn't going to press the issue. He pulled each one out with a satisfying spurt of fluids before sidling up next to her, one arm wrapped around her torso as his cock smeared fluids against her inner thighs.

Talba patted him on the head and held his face to her breast before waving her hand, extinguishing all the candles in the room in one quick rush. "Time to sleep. We can play more in the morning, but I'm kind of exhausted."

Miki didn't protest. He was happy to have someone to cuddle with - the queen, of all people - even if it meant he had to sleep next to a big slimy mess between her legs.

His cock stayed hard and his heart kept racing long after Talba had fallen asleep. She clearly wasn't kidding about being exhausted. Still, he wasn't tired. Miki was still quite excited, and wanted to finish up. They weren't under covers, so he couldn't stealth-masturbate. Instead, he leaned into her, wrapping his leg around hers so that his cock tip pressed against her soaking, hot vulva.

He closed his eyes and bucked his hips, idly thinking about all the nice things that had happened that night. His subconscious reverted to his time in the kitchen, his secret rendezvous with Arnika, his encounters with Chef Kit, and even the unpleasant experience with Melvar, yet every time he let his mind wander, he came back to Talba, the kind queen who took him in, house him, fed him, and made him feel like he was worthy of her affections.

All he could think about was how content he felt, there, snuggled up to her. That comfort and complacency helped him relax enough to let sleep take him, erect and drooling mess all over her vulva. He never quite slipped into her, but as soon as he fell asleep, he enjoyed many dreams of climactic pleasure with his Queen Talba. His master.

Miki stirred in his sleep, curling up with a silk pillow against his belly. He nipped at one of the tassels and started chewing before realizing that this wasn't his pillow. Though still groggy, he groaned and blinked his eyes free of the gunk that had formed, glancing over to see a mass of chest feathers slowly heaving.

It was Talba, laying asleep on her back, free of her blanket. Her head was turned to the side and her hand on her belly. It was truly weird seeing the queen like that, asleep and exposed without any care for poise or presentation. Quite surreal and a little humbling.

"Right, that actually happened, didn't it?" Miki muttered to himself as he rubbed his eyes, the leash attached to his collar tugging on his neck. He had to stop himself from reaching out to touch her, making sure she was real. After a moment of staring, he finally decided to wake up from this dream and return to his quarters. He was a humble servant, he had no place in the queen's bed with her.

But that didn't stop him from grinning at that fact. He, a mere servant, had managed to bed the queen herself. It was about as surreal as it got, and as the bliss of the previous night's festivities bubbled back up in his mind, he started thinking about what to tell Arnika. Would be brag? Would he be coy? How would he tell her? Though he wasn't the braggart type, he couldn't NOT let everyone he knew know what he'd done the night before.

With possibilities running through his mind, Miki was taken from his thoughts as Talba stirred, rolling onto her side to look him in the eyes. "Good morning, stud." She cooed at him, leaning her beak forward to nuzzle at him. The touch lasted only a moment before she pulled away and got to her feet, running her hands through her mane and hair.

"My queen." Miki affirmed, quickly getting to his feet on the opposite side of the bed. He didn't want to look lazy in front of royalty, especially not royalty of such a high order.

"Good morning, dear. Did you have fun last night?" She shook her head a bit, waving her golden mane and looking over her shoulder at him, her tail lifted to show her shapely rump, further teasing him.

He nodded enthusiastically. "Y-yes m'lady. I did. I hope I pleased you as well!" He crossed his arms over his belly to cover his sheath, worried she'd see the formation of his erection as he got a good look under that tail again.

"Of course. I love it when I can get someone to really go to town on me. People think that just because I'm queen that I can't handle it rough. Too many of my suitors are too gentle and I end up having to let them finish so I can have fun on my own. Or I just go down to the stables and pick a lucky stallion. Whatever works. Anyway, I'm going to bathe. I smell like sex and should probably remedy that." She walked around the bed and gave Miki's rump a gentle slap before passing him. "Though I do love that smell, it's very unbecoming of a queen. Join me?" She didn't stop to wait, rather she just kept walking past him and through a door next to her wardrobe.

There was an awkward pause as Miki contemplated his options. Join the queen in the bath, or go back to his quarters still smelling like her so he could wallow in it for the rest of the day. As a gentleman, he decided to do the right thing and follow her.

Once inside her personal bathing room, he took note of how wonderful it all looked. While the castle walls were made mostly of a deep slate gray that was nearly black, the bathroom walls were covered in pearly white tiles to about half way up. The tub itself was made of heavy chrome, suspended on gold plated stands keeping it above a bed of glowing hot coal. He was quite surprised to see the tub was already full of gently steaming water, but he didn't question it.

Talba walked up next to it and leaned over to dip her hand in the water, testing the temperature. She was very deliberate in her movement, leaning over slowly and lifting her tail for him to see before standing back up and stepping inside.

The tub was massive, big enough for three of Talba to lay in comfortably, so it would be easy for Miki to join her at the opposite end. He cautiously un-clasped his collar and rolled up the leash to set it on a nearby marble-topped table before testing the water himself, slowly stepping in after her. Naturally, it was hotter near the bottom, but it was nice.

"Are you comfortable?" Talba asked as she looked over at him, her arms up on either side of the massive tub. The water was up to her breasts, just under her armpits. The gentle flows caused by their breathing helped her chest feathers dance in the current, floating gently in the clear water.

"I am, yes. This water feels funny, though. IS there something special in it?" he wiggled his toes a bit before bringing his foot up. He noticed a fizzing sound coming from between his toes as some water dribbled down his calf.

Talba lowered her arms into the water and slid down the incline so that she was submerged up to her neck, talons extended across the tub to rest on either side of Miki's rump. "Yeah, that's the disinfectant. Vinn the potions master brewed up a concoction that, when added to bath water, cleans you without making you scrub or brush. Just relax, let the fizzy bubbles cleanse you. But don't get it in your eyes. That might sting." She curled her toes to tickle at Miki's sides as she closed her eyes and slid deeper, the underside of her beak resting on the serene water's surface.

Miki looked down to see, in fact, that her entire body was covered in little bubbles that were slowly rising to the surface, the cascading effect serenading the long hair of her tail to wave at him. His own fur was doing the same thing, and it tickled all over, making him wonder about what it might do to his more sensitive flesh. "But...what about my...you know. Will it do anything to harm my stud bits?"

She laughed and shook her head, angling back so that she was nearly entirely submerged and only her beak stuck out above the water. "You're fine, Miki. It just tingles a bit. Might be slightly irritated for a few minutes. Just enjoy it." With her final instructions, she took a big breath and went completely under the surface, letting the bubbles form and cascade off her body.

"Okay then." Miki nodded his head and considered slipping under next to her, but opted not to, instead enjoying the fizzing water only up to his neck. She said not to get it in his eyes so he wasn't going to. He watched as she laid still under the water, knees bent and up but still submerged for longer than he expected her to. Must have been a few minutes at least, and it gave him plenty of time to contemplate what he was going to do next.

There wasn't a whole lot to do other than enjoy the bath water, so he rubbed at his arms, the motion releasing a tonne of bubbles to dance to the surface before popping as new ones formed on his fur and scales. Nice. This was quite a wonderful concoction, and he wondered if maybe he could have some.

Before he was able to formulate thoughts about the source of the cleansing potion, Talba emerged and ran her hands through her mane, peeling it back as she spat out some of the water and rubbed her eyes clear of any moisture before opening them back up. She smiled and looked at him, cooing a gentle offer to his ears. "Do you want to get a bit closer here?"

Miki gulped and nodded. He rose to his feet, but tried to walk around her so he could get in behind her. The intention was to give her a proper massage from neck to rump, but she seemed to be resisting. "My queen, I would love to give you a proper-"

She cut him off. "I know what you want, but I think you should sit. Here. Let me help you clean. A gentle rub would be great for you." She slapped the water right in front of her as she spread her legs, indicating he basically sit in her lap.

"Well, okay." There was naught else to do but dutifully oblige. He turns and used the sides of the tub for stability as he lowered himself to between her legs, his rump resting on the flowing tendrils of hair that was her tail. They tickled his hind end, and it made his skin tingle with pleasure. "Is this right?"

Talba leaned in to whisper in his ear, nuzzling her beak up under it. "Yes, my subject. Now relax." She brought her hands up to his shoulders, squeezing at the muscles with her thumbs, caressing his arms down to the elbows. Her flowing wrist feathering tickled him as her tail hair had, and it further sent chills up his spine.

"That's...that's really nice." He commented, mostly just expressing himself rather than any direct compliment. His form seemed to float int he water as the bubbles formed on each strand of his fur, trickling upwards and massaging him right to the surface of the water. The entire tub seemed like it was boiling thanks to how many bubbles were cascading and floating up; he had to remind himself that this meant he was getting clean.

The massage carried on as she gently brought her fingertips down his back, tickling at his fur and releasing more of the bubbles with every stroke of her palms. She wrapped her hands around his torso and gently tickled at his belly and chest before slipping down, kneading at his sheath for a moment only to come back up and get his sides. She trailed her finger tips up and down his body, massaging thighs and hips and his lower back, then meandered back up to his neck and shoulder, only to slide down his spine and play at the base of his tail.

Miki wasn't entirely sure what happened, but as her hands caressed him, he seemed to dip in and out of consciousness. By the time she stopped and he opened his eyes again, he found there were no more bubbles, and he was comfortably leaning back into the queen's chest as she preened idly at his ear.

As soon as he realized where he was again, he shook his head and pushed away from her, not wanting to seem too needy. It didn't seem to matter what she did to him, he always felt self-conscious that he was needy or incapable of taking care of himself, and he hated that utter feeling of uselessness. He quickly got to his feet and stepped out of the tub and shook himself off.

"What's the matter, Miki?" Talba asked. She didn't sound sarcastic or condescending, but sincere. She was baffled at his sudden change of heart.

He paused a moment before thinking up an answer that worked. "N-nothing, my queen. But it must be getting late in the day, and I do have some things to attend to. If my knowledge serves, we're to be serving you and your guest breakfast, right?" He grabbed for the collar and un-hooked the leash from it before putting it back on.

Talba shifted over in the bath and pressed her chest to the metal side, resting her arms on the rim and her beak on the back of her hands. "Who says that guest can't be you. The kitchen won't break down without you there for a day. Take some time off. Relax. I can feel that you are too stressed, your muscles are so tight."

There was another long moment of contemplation before he spoke. "I appreciate your offer, but I do have a job to do. If you'd like, I would love to see more of you again, but right now I think I need to get to work." He saluted, and before she could answer, he turned and walked out of her private bath. He walked right past his stuff on the floor, kicking it up into his hand before hopping into the bare minimum needed to cover himself up before escaping into the halls.

He didn't want to think too deeply on the queen right then. He knew if he got excited, he might not have the self-control to not leave a pearly trail of excitement in the bath water that was supposed to be for cleaning. If nothing else, that potion certainly worked. He smelled completely clean, clear of all dirt and musk and any hint or scent of sex.

As he walked down the hall, he secretly wished he still smelled of Talba's sex.

It was still quite early in the morning, and most of the live-in servants weren't up yet. Only the ones in charge of breakfast were out and about, including Arnika.

Miki took a few moments to return to his quarters so he could put a proper uniform on before catching up with the others in the kitchen. He had a wide grin across his face every step from his room to his station at the sink, doing dishes. There was quite a mess there already - evidently some of the servants had enjoyed a bit of a party and made themselves some snacks and now it was up to Miki to clean up after them.

There was no anger, only the lingering, powerful memory of Talba's moist lips against his.

"Hey, where were you last night?" Arnika came up behind him, gently smacking his rump.

He couldn't help but to smile a wide, toothy grin. "Oh, you know. I was busy. Had some things to do." It took all his self control to not immediately jump to tell of his time with Talba. In his mind, he was shocked he didn't blurt it out right there. He just grinned and tried to hold back as best he could.

She leaned against the massive cleaning sink and flicked her ear, trying to figure him out. "So where were you if you were too busy to come to one of our parties?"

"Oh, you know. Just had a thing with someone. Someone important." He was still grinning as he tried to focus on the dishes.

Arnika was quite perceptive, but her knowledge of the goings-on in the castle were enough to realize what he meant. "You didn't!"

"I did!" He turned to stare at her, smirking and revealing his canine teeth.

"Well don't be a tease! Come on, tell me about it!"

"Not here. Come on, meet me in the wine cellar." Miki dumped some of the dishes and pans into the sink before wiping his hands on his apron and bounding past her to disappear down the spiral staircase. Once he reached the bottom, he took his apron off and tossed it to the side, waiting. Only a few minutes passed before he heard Arnika's footsteps coming down after him.

"Come on, don't hold back, I want to hear every detail!" She demanded as she hopped the last few steps to dig her claws into the soft dirt.

Rather than tell her the story, Miki wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up so that her legs were on either side of his hips. He held onto her rump with one hand and tail with the other as he nuzzled up under her ear. "I'd rather show you!" He growled into her ear before spinning her around and letting her down on a nearby crate.

As she was slammed down on her back, Arnika's ears perked up and her tail started wagging, hands folded on her chest. "M-Miki! This is a side of you I don't get to see nearly often enough! Did she...did she not let you finish?" It was a fair question to ask.

Miki wrapped his larger hands around her hips and held her in place as he gyrated his hips and pressed his to hers, his sheathe rubbing against her vulva. "No, she was quite kind. The queen. But, can we focus on you for a minute?" He pressed his hips to hers again, his member unfolding to prod at her lips.

She grasped at her skirt and pulled it up, exposing herself fully to him, ebony flesh throbbing and already starting to moisten from her excitement. "Well, I won't complain." She growled gently at him, biting her lip and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"You know, she wasn't like...anything I was expecting. You know? So much nicer than you'd expect a master to be." He grabbed himself and pulled his foreskin back, rubbing the tip on her soft, triangular vulva.

Arnika grunted and squeezed her legs to hold him close. She got up to a sitting position and grabbed at his chest fur, holding him close as she growled at him. "Tell me later. Fuck me now, mmkay?" She nipped at his neck and chin before falling to her back, propping herself up on her elbows and grinding at his emerging member.

Miki grinned and bucked up hard, his tapered tip plunging into her with ease. He could feel her soft flesh stretching around his girth the deeper he went, so he slowed down. He was much larger than Arnika, and didn't want to risk harming her. Not all at once, that was one of their rules. They both loved going wild and rough, but not without care and preparation. He pushed into her once, but then slowed down and pumped gently, slowly sliding member from tip to base in deliberate, passionate thrusts.

She just shook her head at him. "I said fuck me, Miki. Had a bit of a wild time last night and I'm still aching and sore in the good way. Don't go gentle on me." She arched her back and pushed down onto him, grinding her hips and clenching her muscles to massage him.

Go rough? He had to think about just how rough she might have wanted it. That bitch was one hell of a size queen and loved it rough, but Miki had a sudden and intense desire for something considerably more than what he'd given her before.

He only gave her a few aggressive poundings before pulling out, leaving her gaping and whimpering as she clawed at him with her toes. Rather than push back into her, he got to his knees and let her rest her legs on his shoulders as he slipped his hand up between her inner thighs. He used his finger tip to hook on her vulva and pull it down, releasing to watch it jiggle and drool her fluids down over his wrist.

"You aren't going to...yes...Do it!" She demanded, spreading her legs and putting them in the air, grabbing at the underside of her knees as her tail wagged beneath them.

Miki pushed into her, adjusting his whole body to feel her tight flesh slide over his knuckles, only to be stopped before her vulva swallowed his hand. She was too tight, there was no way her flesh would part wide enough to engulf him to the wrist. That didn't stop him from trying. He grinned and huffed at her as he rotated his wrist a bit, rocking it back and forth to tenderize her flesh before pushing in a second time.

Arnika let out a gasp, only to immediately slam both palms over her maw to keep it shut and quiet. She glanced down at him and nodded enthusiastically, urging him to continue.

He grabbed at her hip to hold her in place as he leaned into her tight pussy with his fist, finger tips converged to form a tapered shape, gradually stretching her as he pushed a little harder each time. Rather than whimper and cry in pain, she loved it! Arnika adored the stretch, she loved to test her limits and she wasn't shy about demanding it.

She grabbed at his wrist and pulled on it, helping to force it in deeper, but her tight vaginal muscle ring wouldn't let his fingers part her wide enough. She needed to relax, but she was too tight for Miki's fist. "Come onnnnn!" She let out a whine as she rocked back and forth, helping to match his gentle thrusts, grinding on his knuckles as he spun his wrist, fingers massaging her deep inner flesh.

Miki's desire and sexual lack of inhibitions made him push in even harder, holding her in place as he practically punched at her with enough force to make her slide backwards on the crate.

"Dammit, Miki, this isn't working! Come on, let's try-" She immediately rolled over, lifting one leg over him until she was on her knees. Once there, she leaned back and got to her feet, resting all her weight down on his hand. He put his elbow on the crate as she bounced idly on it, her muscles flexing and relaxing with each shallow thrust.

He didn't really need to do much, now that she was doing all the work, but he did try to curl his fingers inside her, tugging on her cunt from within the tight rim of flesh.

All at once, she felt her flesh - now beaten and tender - relax just enough to let his knuckles slide in through her vulva, resting in her tight flesh before her weight combined with a deep seated relaxation allowed him to lurch into her, his fist balling up inside before slamming against her cervix. Her vulva squeezed tight around his wrist as she felt his hand squeezing and shifting inside her, the tight muscle ring keeping him locked in place. Basically, they were tied, so she shifted her weight until she was back on her knees, tail high and ebony fleshed vulva pointing back at him, sucking on his wrist.

"W-wow." Miki marveled. "I actually didn't think that was going to work."

She was panting heavily as she looked back over her shoulder. She grabbed at his wrist to squeeze, telling him not to thrust. "Me neither, but....let's just stay her like this for a bit." She whimpered, her tail suddenly not moving but remaining pulled to the side so he could get a perfect look. "Just...you can tell me about the queen's devious side. I want to hear." She squeezed her mucles tight around his wrist like she was coaxing a knot of its seed in between each few words.

He nuzzled up to her rump, doing the best he could to not pull or tug or push or move inside her. He could tell it was a little uncomfortable for her, but she loved it. He could tell by the look on her face that she loved it, but she needed some time to acclimatize.

"I...I didn't expect that to work. I really didn't. Just, stay still please. It's-hnnngh-very tight." She took in slow, methodical breaths as she gently rocked back and forth into his fist as he squeeze, making his hand firmer for her like a proper knot. "So, don't leave me hanging. Tell me about the qu-queen."

Miki finally shook himself of the daze he was in and told her every last bit. With his hand balled up in a fist, clenching and tied to her tight muscle ring, he told her about the queen. He spoke of her casual demeanor and how passionate she was. He told her about how much effort she seemed to put into pleasing him, how she made him feel wanted. He recounted in great detail her gooey, lubricating fluids, and how they cuddled up to sleep next to the resulting mess, giving him an erection through to morning. Lastly, he told of that morning when they bathed together, and the potion that cleaned him.

Though she was distracted by the relatively massive hand still lodged firmly inside her, Arnika seemed genuinely interested in the details of Miki's night with the queen. She gave a gentle squeeze to tug on his wrist as she asked, "So, do you think? Will you ever get an opportunity like that again, or was it a one-off?" She lolled her tongue out and panted heavily, lower jaw trembling as she felt every tiny shift in his fist like a full thrust thanks to the pressure on her taut walls.

He offered a gentle tug - imitating a sire trying to pull apart - as he smiled. "Yeah, I think I am. She made it kind of clear that...that she wanted me. Like, she seemed to, I dunno-" He trailed off as he clenched his fist and rotated, tugging at the same time against her. The ring of muscle clenched tight around his wrist, not letting go.

She groaned and whimpered a bit as she pulled away, her puffy vulva pulling away from her, bulging out with the form of his fist, a clear shape of his knuckles pressing out against the posterior vulva formation near her rump. Her knees dug into the crate and she grabbed at the opposite end for more leverage, pulling as much as she could, a twisted visage of desire and a hint of agony on her face.

Miki knew she was being a little rough, so he pushed back in, his balled up fist resting gently near her womb, the ring of muscle relaxing on his wrist and not being pulled by the back of his hand and thumb.

But Arnika didn't want that. "No, pull. Pull until it comes out." She urged him under her breath, nearly a growl. "Be like a sire, don't stop!" She leaned away from him until her vulva extended out again, quivering against the pressure of his fist.

"Uh, kay?" Miki was naturally hesitant, he didn't want to hurt her, but if she said to do it, then it must mean she was confident in her ability and desire. So he pulled. He spun his fist inside her, clenching it as tight and as thick as he could as he pressed against her rump with his other hand for extra leverage, but her flesh was holding him like a rope, tied tight around his wrist.

She clenched, he spun his hand inside her, she released, he pulled as hard as he could. With each vigorous tug, he could feel her tightness releasing him just a bit more, the powerful muscles relaxing and dilating a bit more with each cycle.

Originally, Miki had planned on slipping his cock in the moment his hand burst from her depths, but now he was just a little worried. She was so tight at her opening and her flesh was not letting him go no matter how much he pulled and yanked and tugged and massaged her from within. He leaned in closer, hand still on her rump cheek. "Uh, Arnika, are you going to be okay?" His cock was still standing at full mast, but he could feel his girth weakening as he grew more worried about her.

"I'm fine, this is how knots work, just do your thing, fuck me with your fist, and yank at my cunt until it lets you go!" She leaned away from him again, back arching and neck craned as she reached between her legs and started rubbing at her clit, the soft nub in the point of her vulva, squeezing it between her fingers and Miki's wrist. Every motion coaxed a gentle gasp out of her followed by a trembling whimper.

Her muscles kept twitching and squeezing around him, pulling him deeper then releasing to have his balled up fist resting just outside her pelvic muscles but still held tight by her muscles, vulva distended and stretched around his wrist and forearm like a glove.

Suddenly he felt a massive pressure against his knuckles as her walls clenched down and her cunt constricted him, her muscled ring shuddering and dilating enough that his balled up fist was pushed out of her in one sloppy burst of fluids, leaving her vulva gaping and her vaginal canal pressing outwards, nearly folded inside out. From what sudden glimpses he got she seemed like her flesh was tender and dark red, but not bloody.

Within a few brisk heartbeats, Miki's member was at full thickness again, and he got back up to his feet and pressed his cock tip against her as her body shuddered and her pussy quivered. To his delight, he could push into her with ease, but rather than thrust, he simply buried himself to hilt and let her massage him with each violent orgasmic clench. He didn't need to pump into her since she was massaging him well. Within moments of her body rocking, extended orgasm, Miki felt himself growing to climax himself, the idea of him pleasing her so thoroughly turning him on more than the actual physical sensations of her walls clenching down around his length.

He lowered himself so his belly was to her back, her tail cradled between his thigh and belly. He whispered in her ear. "M'lady."

Even though she was still in the throes of passion, she couldn't help but laugh and fall to her belly, his cock pulling from her tender depths in one fluid motion. "Oh come on, Miki, you can't do that! Way to ruin the mood!" She rolled onto her back and laid with her legs parted, ensuring her vulva were free of any pressure and licking seed. "So what now?"

Miki rubbed at his cock as it folded back up, shrinking and retreating back into his sheathe. He went to kneel and clean up his mess from her, but then decided he wanted her to smell like him, so he didn't. Instead, he used his thumb to rub it in deeper, coating her vulva and surrounding fur, every pass over her clit triggering a body rock from her.

"H-hey, stop it!" She giggled at him. "What are you doing? Clean it up, Miki!"

He smiled and shook his head. "Not to day, hun. Today you get to smell like me for a bit."

"Kinky! I like it!" She lowered her dress and got to her feet, legs out bow-legged as she stepped. "So, like I said, what's next?"

"Well, for now, I think we have to finish up this breakfast for the guests, then I don't know. Maybe meet up for some fun later?"

She laughed. "I'd love to, but between last night and you punching my cunt, I really don't think I can handle much more until next cycle." She leaned against him as they gathered some ingredients and headed back up the stairs to the kitchen.

He smelled of her and she smelled of him. If people didn't know they were messing around on the job, they would now, and Miki wanted everyone to know, even if he didn't have the nature to go and actively brag.

The breakfast went quite smoothly for all involved. Talba was there, as was Melvar and Ceylon, but no Vaulix. Apparently he was out on a mission to the north with some rebellious black gryphon who had taken Talba's sister's hand in marriage, and he was threatening secession from the kingdom or something. Miki didn't like to speculate or get into politics. To him, all that mattered was that Talba and her guests were taken care of, her castle cleaned and the kitchen kept pristine.

After the meal was complete, the guests all returned to their personal quarters, and the dishes were done, Miki took some time to himself to gather up some berries, fruits, and other amenities and put them on a platter.

During breakfast, the queen had mentioned that she was tired and was likely going to nap after eating, because she had an exhausting night and wanted some relaxation. She looked right at Miki when she said it and winked, allowing the other guests to glance over at him. He blushed, and quickly took the dishes back to the sink, not returning to the banquet hall until the meal was over.

That comment got him thinking about his relationship with the queen. He was not her mate - that honor went to King Vaulix - but it was clear she had some sort of passion for him. He was happy to serve her, and yet she seemed to appreciate it more than any other nobles he'd worked for. On top of that, she had absolutely no problem casually hinting towards a physical relationship towards others. Not only was she appreciative of his services, but proud to show that off.

Nothing in the world had ever given Miki more confidence. Not a thing he had ever done made him happier than being here, working for the queen. He couldn't leave! He couldn't go away from such a perfect life!

In a bid to show his appreciation, he had gathered up a bunch of fruits and berries, and was casually strolling down the hall towards her room. Once he got to her massive red-wood doors, he knocked gently and waited for a response. None came, so he called out. "My Queen? It's Miki. I have something for you." It was an oddly bold move, and he regretted speaking the moment the words came from his mouth. If she hadn't answered, he should have left.

Yet, to his utter shock, she answered. "Miki? Sure, come in, be quick, though, and close the door behind you."

He gulped deep and his eyes went wide. He had to be honest with himself for a split second, and in that split second he silently admitted he didn't expect her to react positively. Still, he couldn't resist the queen's will, so he quickly slipped into the room and closed the door behind himself.

In front of him, laying out on her bed and propped up by pillows, was queen Talba herself, naked again and exposed to the world. Her flowing mane and the long silky hair of the feathering on her ankles and wrists blended into her golden sheets. Suddenly, Miki felt quite over-dressed in his simple serving smock and the collar around his neck. "I-I brought you some fruits. I heard you were quite fatigued, and maybe the natural sugars will help." He stepped forward, holding the platter of fruits and berries up next to his head, careful to not spill.

"How thoughtful of you, Miki. Thank you so much for this. I needed some distractions from the world, and you're always good for that." She patted the bed next to her and sat up straight. She was so much larger than he was, and he was reminded of this every time he entered a room with her in it.

He bowed gently, still careful to not spill. "Nothing honors me more than to hear that, my queen."

"Talba. My name is Talba. You don't have to keep calling me queen, or lady, or anything like that. I am Talba, and you can call me that." She informed him. She didn't seem indignant, but her tone clearly indicated a hint of frustration.

"Y-yes my queen. Er, Talba. But, you are queen, do you find it offensive for me to call you by your rightly earned title?" HE sat next to her and laid the platter between them. He wanted to take a bite but felt that would be rude, since he brought the fruits for her.

"Not offensive, but it always makes me feel like people are intimidated by me, like they're worried if they don't treat me with the utmost respect that I will snap and lock them up. I'm not my mother, people should know that by now." She took one of the berries and plucked it from the vine, tossing it in her beak and swallowing it down.

"Oh. Is there something on your mind?" It was clear that she was distressed for some reason, but he couldn't quite place it so he instead tried to return to the fruit. "Here, let me help you with that." Miki offered, taking another berry and holding it out for her to eat.

"I can feed myself, Miki. I appreciate your dedication to your service, but I really can feed myself." She grabbed the berry and popped it in her beak again. "Though, I suppose it is nice to have someone to do that. I love feeling like I matter, but I don't want someone to serve me just because I rule the place. You know?" She laid back onto her bed, hands crossed over her belly.

"But my queen, I want to serve you. Remember, you offered me a way out. Enough gold to move away and promises for employment, and yet I stayed. And yes, I call you my queen because you are my queen, and I wish to respect you as such. Above all else, I really do just hope for your happiness, because it makes me happy to make you happy. I can tell, right now, that you are not happy for some reason, and so I just want you to be happy. So relax. Enjoy my service. Here, have another berry." He grabbed another one and held it above her head.

She opened her beak and let it fall in. She smiled, a deep rumbling churr emanating from her chest. "This is nice, Miki. Thank you."

"For what? I'm doing my job, and liking it."

"That's it. You like it. That means a lot. It's a form of justification to me. Like, deep down inside, I'm truly good. A reminder that I am worthy of the respect my followers offer me and not just the victim of my position. You don't mind that I unload all this on you, do you? I mean, I don't want to talk your ear off or make you worried about me. Sometimes I just need to vent to someone who isn't going to judge me or mindlessly support me and Vaulix is away on business. I trust you to be honest with me. Miki. Be honest with me, always. Please?"

Her rambling was bouncing around something deeper, something serious, but Miki didn't feel qualified to give any sort of professional feedback or advice, so he simply nodded. "Yes, my queen. I will be honest. I promise. But I have to ask, what is wrong? You are so confident all the time, you conduct yourself with poise and even last night and this morning you were quite direct with me. What has changed? Why are you acting this way? Has something happened?"

She shook her head, flowing mane glistening beneath her head and shoulders. "No, nothing is wrong, nothing has happened, but it's been a long while since I could just talk. Talk to someone other than Vaulix like an equal. I mean, I love my position, I really do. I'm good at it, it is rewarding, and honestly, it's liberating to enjoy myself so thoroughly while also giving my subjects some fun. You don't think I'm a slut or anything, do you? Using my position to bed as many suitors as I can?"

Miki gulped as he grabbed another berry, this time tossing it in his own mouth before answering. He needed to chose his words carefully. "Well, I'm not really sure I have the information to make that assessment. How many suitors do you bed other than the King and myself?"

"As many as I can, really. And, given my role, that's a lot. I mean, I don't want you to think that you're not special, you are, but I have casual fun with anyone who even remotely shows interest as long as they're not psychotic or anything. I have a good feel for a person's intentions. I know that makes me a slut - there's a reason the commoners have dubbed me the whore queen - but be real, wouldn't you do the same in my position? I mean, I'm not ashamed of my body, I enjoy what I enjoy, and I push that same agenda as often as I can. Free love. Common affection. It's important, you know? I mean, you should know, I hear of your exploits with the other servants, especially that Arnika girl. I'd love to have some fun with her. She seems fun. Is she fun?"

Talba just wouldn't stop rambling. It was a vulnerability that Miki was not prepared to deal with in the least, but he tried his best to answer. "Well, I don't know. I really don't. Keep in mind I came from a whore house where I was used for sexual release by both males and females of all races. My views of sex and sexuality are not exactly the norm, but all I see is a queen who truly loves her subjects and has a unique way of showing it. If you're not ashamed, then others should follow suit. Again, I came from a whore house where I pleasured people against my will. Everything you do makes people happy. They mate you because they want it, and because you want it. No different than anyone else who hooks up after a night of wine or ale at the tavern. And I'm not saying this because you're queen, you've made it clear that you're not gonna chop my head off if I say something that offends you. I am being honest. Really, there's little I respect more than a woman who knows what she wants and gets it, whether that person be queen or a noble or a commoner or a servant or a slave. You take what you want, yet never at the expense of others and you never take without giving back. I can't imagine a more respectful woman regardless of your stature, and I am absolutely honored to serve you."

Talba kept her eyes locked on his for his entire speech before letting the corners of her beak curl up in a soft smile. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into his neck as she fiddled with his collar. "Here, you don't need this anymore." She said as she un-buckled it and tossed it to the side next to her pillow before laying back down.

He held his neck, having felt bare without it. IT felt nice, but he would be putting it back on later. It made him feel comfortable, but he wanted to focus on Talba for now. "Thank you, my queen. Now relax. Enjoy my service. Have some fruit." HE grabbed another berry and dangled it above her beak before dropping it in.

At that point, that moment in time, it became utterly clear to Miki that the queen was not just messing with him. She adored him, he adored her, and they both were going to enjoy each other's company in the future. For now, he just wanted to serve her, and that made him happy. She deserved it. Free or not, there was no place in the world he would rather be.