Political Negotiations
All Characters are copy wrote to me, Janus Wolff
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The council chamber was dark and empty, the vaulted coral ceiling causing even small, meaningless sounds to resound and echo off the arched walls in a chorus of din. The grand council table sat in the center of the room, as it always did, surrounded by ornate coral chairs meant to seat the mass of council elders who held power in the Phin government. They were all empty now, except for one.
The seat of the Grand Council Elder, positioned in the dead center of the table, taller then all the others so as to maintain a sense of symmetry throughout the hall and to allow its occupant to see directly into the middle of the chamber. It was this seat and only this one that was occupied in the dead of night tonight. The Grand Elder, an old wizened Phin with ancient blue tattoos so old that their electric, vibrant color had faded to a dull hue, sat in his appointed chair, waiting the time of his private meeting with the Princess. The little brat had been insufferable since she married that weakling surface dweller, Jason. For weeks now she had been pushing his foolish idea of a surface invasion, of all things, and it was really beginning to bother him. Not only would it simply be a catastrophe to send a strike force to the surface to rescue some worthless surface furs, but the thought of even submitting to the will of a fur, even one whom he was supposed to except as the future "Lord" of the Phindom, was offensive to him.
Princess Alyria had threatened the disbanding of the elder council if they refused to accept her demands, yet the Grand Elder knew full well that this threat would never come to be. The elder council was simply too important to the integrity of the Phindom to disband, they held basically all the power. The Grand Elder smirked at that thought. In reality, he himself held more power then even the king. His mind reviewed all of the king's foolish ideas that he himself had quickly put out of their misery. The Phindom was ruled by fools and imbeciles, this he knew. He secretly praised himself on his control over the entire Phindom. The Grand Elder had finally agreed to meet with the foolish Princess Alyria "after hours" to discuss the chance of an undersea-to-surface strike. He was well aware what Alyria's manner of "discussion" would be. He fully expected and looked forward to it. Truth be told, the Grand Elder had waited for a moment such as this for years, since the Princess had been considered old enough to participate in what he liked to call "political games." She was only ten when he decided that he would eventually bed the little brat, but obviously he had not received a chance these last six years. Now was his chance and he fully intended to take advantage of it, and her.
Not that it meant he would ACTUALLY submit to her terms. No, that was simply insane. He entirely planned to exploit the little bitch, get what he wanted in exchange for his "consideration" on the matter, and then deny her request. It was fully in his power to do so and she couldn't do a thing about it. It was his power, not hers, and would be whether she was royal or not. The Grand Elder smirked to himself, resolute in his decision. The great doors to the Council chamber creaked suddenly, the noise magnified a thousand times in the hollow of the chamber. The Grand Elder sat up straighter in his chair, watching the opening door intently with anticipation fluttering in his old heart. Princess Alyria walked slowly through the parted doors of the council chamber, head held high, a look of determination on her tattooed face. She wore the customary royal robe of flowing white silk with gilded golden edges. It was tied about her waist with a length of golden cord, as always, pulled tight to accent her flowing curves. Her finned tail protruded from the opening in the back of the robe, held high above the floor and adorned with an intricate golden chain wrapped about the tail fin and in a criss-crossing weave across her tail. The princess came to a stop before the council table, looking the Grand Elder levelly in the eyes. He could see the fire burning deep within her. Such defiance. He would enjoy breaking her spirit, putting the bitch princess back in her rightful place. "Grand Elder Councilor." Alyria said stiffly, nodding her head formally. The Grand Elder smiled, scooting forward on the edge of his chair, appraising her with his eyes. He felt his loins stir beneath his robe.
"Princess Alyria." The Grand Elder said, doing his best to sound formal himself, though he couldn't keep the note of unrestrained lust from his voice, a fact that Alyria noted with some distaste. "You wish to...discuss... my support of you and you... husband's... proposal of a surface assault?" Alyria nodded in agreement.
"I do councilor. I hope that after our discussion tonight you will see the sense in following this course of action." Alyria said. The Grand Elder rolled his eyes and snorted, causing the princess to blink in irritation.
"Well go on then, ‘discuss' to me. Enough of this formal dialogue. We both know what it will take for you to gain my support on the matter so you might as well get on with it." Anger rose in Alyria, a barely suppressed rage at this arrogant, pompous ass of a council member. If it wasn't so important to Jason for this elder to approve of the strike, she would have already disbanded the council herself. "Very well councilor, as you wish." She said softly, approaching the council table. The Grand Elder settled back in her chair, a wide grin on his face. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The table stood between Alyria and the Grand Elder, stretching almost to the walls on both ends. So instead of walking all the way around the table, Alyria lowered herself to all fours once she reached the other side of the table and crawled under it the kneel before the councilor's chair on the other side. The Grand Elder grinned.
"Proceed." He said simply. Alyria gently lifted the elder's robes up from where they hung at about his ankles, rolling it up upon itself until she had moved it all the way up to his upper thighs, exposing his already hard cock. It wasn't anything like Jason's, which she had grown so used to. It wasn't nearly as big as his, and up against the elder's scrawny thighs she found it quite unappealing. It was her duty, however, to win the councilor's support and she wasn't about to balk now.
Alyria leaned into the Grand Elder's groin, opening her beak just wide enough to allow his cock to slide into her mouth past her soft, lush lips. She pressed her tongue gently into the bottom of the elder's cock, running it up and down his shaft, causing him to groan in pleasure. She began to bob her head up and down his shaft, eliciting a soft gasp from the elderly Phin sitting in the chair before her. "Oh god princess..." the Grand Elder gasped, all thoughts of superiority melting from his mind as he body was wracked with the intense pleasure of the princess' skilled mouth. "I never dreamed it would feel so wonderful..." Alyria rolled her eyes in exasperation. He had yet to see the peak of her skill.
Alyria took a deep breath in through her nose, and then pressed her face down as far as she could into the Grand Elder's Groin, opening her throat as she felt his cock slip down it, causing her eyes to water slightly.
"Oh fuck!" the elder exclaimed, clutching desperately at the arms of the chair he sat in, bucking his hips forward involuntarily into the princess' throat. Alyria closed her eyes and began to bob her head up and down again on the elder's shaft, deep throating it expertly every time she hilted him in her mouth. Her eyes watered every time the head of his cock hit her throat. He wasn't as big as Jason was, but he was big enough. She felt the elder's hands grab hold of her head, forcing her face back down into his groin and holding her in place as he bucked his hips into her muzzle, moaning his need. His voice echoed obscenely throughout the council chamber but he didn't care. All that he could think about was fucking the little princess' brains out. He slammed her face down into his groin one last time, actually causing her to gag this time when her beak pressed tightly into his tattooed balls. The elder held her there for a long moment, reveling in the pleasure he felt, before finally releasing her. Alyria pulled herself off his shaft, still connected to it back a thick strand of saliva dangling between her muzzle and the tip of his cock. She coughed and gasped for breath. "Stand up..." the Grand Elder demanded hoarsely. Still struggling for breath, Alyria did as she was told. It didn't hurt to play along with the old man as long as she got what she wanted in the end, after all. Once she was standing before him, the council elder grabbed her hips and turned her around so that her back was to him. He grabbed the hem of her flowing robe and hiked it up over her firm, round rump, holding it high so that he could see her beautiful puckered ass hole, stretched ever so slightly from the customary wedding coupling, and her glistening royal pussy, practically calling to him from between her lush, fleshy thighs. The elder sighed in content.
"Bend over," he demanded finally, slapping her ass and watching as the flesh rippled before him. His cock throbbed at the sight. Alyria yelped at the sudden jolt in her back side and, glaring over her shoulder at the old pervert, bent over, thrusting her ass out towards him. The elder licked his lips and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"Well come-on then, sit down, I don't have all night." He insisted, patting his lap invitingly. Alyria rolled her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, reaching down and taking hold of it to hold it in place and guide it into her wet opening. She smirked in slight triumph as she heard the elder hiss in pleasure behind her as his slide into her warm, tight pussy. She hilted him fully, sitting flush in his lap. The princess thrust her clothed chest forward, arching her back and tilting her head back and she slowly began to grind herself into the Elder's cock, biting her lip and trying to hide the pleasure she was feeling. She didn't want him to get too confident. The elder groaned and hissed in pleasure as the princess fucked him steadily, but it wasn't enough. He grabbed hold of her hips so tight that it hurt, and forced her to lean forward, slightly off his cock. "I'm the one doing the fucking here princess," he hissed in her ear as he adjusted himself in his chair. "Not you." And with those words the elder began to pound away, driving his cock into the princess' pussy brutally hard and at an intense pace that shouldn't have been possible for one so old as he. It almost hurt her to have him fuck her so brutally, and Alyria clutched at the table in front of her, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip. Small moans of pleasure and pain escaped her, but she did her best to hide them from the frantic elder male currently pummeling her cunt from behind.
The elder's breath came in wheezing gasps behind her and she winced in slight pain as he dug her nails hard into her rump. She could feel and here his balls slap against her thighs as he shoved his cock into her again and again. There was a soft wet plopping noise echoing through the hall and after a brief, embarrassing moment, Alyria realized it was her pussy dripping onto the floor. She blushed pink and lowered her head in shame, realizing that she was really enjoying the treatment she was getting from the elder. She groaned softly. It didn't last nearly long enough for her however. Quite suddenly, Alyria felt the elder tense up behind her and let out a long hissing groan as he approached his climax. He slammed in harder and harder into her cunt, gasping for breath. Alyria could feel his cock throb within her. It jerked and the elder clutched at her rump tightly, hissing through his beak as his cock exploded within her, plastering her inner walls with thick elderly Phin seed, blasting straight into her with a force that shouldn't have been there in such an old Phin. Alyria gasped slightly in pleasure. The bursts within her slowed and finally ceased. The elder relaxed his grip on her, and chuckled to himself.
"Too bad you dint think to have me wear a condom, my sweet princess," he taunted her lazily as he pulled out of her dripping cunt. She bit her lip and gasped as she felt his cock exit her insides. "Looks like your children with are Phins after all."
"So that was you plan, hm?" Alyria asked, straightening and letting her robe fall back into place. She turned to look at the smirking elder behind her. "Impregnate me, nudge my husband out of the genetic line?" the elder chuckled. "And it worked too. Too bad you cant force me to accept your terms either, but after our little "talk," I've decided it is in fact against the Phindom's best interest to assist in your foolish little rescue mission." The Grand Elder pouted mockingly at her. "So sorry my dear." Anger shot through Alyria's face at his words.
"Oh really?" she said, slowly, dangerously. She had expected some sort of treachery. The elder smirked again and nodded solemnly.
"Too bad, it's a real shame for those poor little surface furs." Alyria clenched her fists in anger, then took a deep breath to calm herself.
"If that is really your choice Councilor..." she began.
"It is." He said shortly, his tone saying he was done talking. Alyria, however, was not.
"... You leave me no choice." She said, finishing her sentence. The elder blinked.
"Hmm?" he asked. Alyria turned to the partially opened doorway.
"Guards." She said imperiously. To the elder's shock, at least five Phin Guards, fully armored and carrying coral shafted spears stepped into the room and ranked up before them. "Take the Grand Elder into custody. He is, as of this moment, removed from the Elder Council for treason." "This is ridiculous!" the Grand Elder exclaimed, rising to his feet as the Guards walked up to the table and grabbed him firmly by the arms, dragging him away from Alyria. "You can't do this!" Alyria smiled.
"I am the princess, former Grand Elder. I can do anything I want."
"This is an outrage! Your father shall hear about this!"
"My father already has," Alyria retorted coolly. "And approves, I might add. Oh, and, by the way..." she said, reaching down under her robe. She fiddled with something for a long moment, and then pulled her hand out, holding a dripping condom that she had hidden within her.
"I'm not as foolish as you might think councilor." Alyria smiled at the shocked look of disbelief on the elder's face as he was dragged, speechless from the room. She reached into the folds of her robes and removed a small sheet of parchment. The orders for a surface strike, signed by the king himself.
"And no more loose ends." She said to herself, allowing herself a small note of pride as she left the council chamber.