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I was draped in an ornate robe tailored for my size, its pattern attuned to my personality. I sat cross-legged on the colossal bed, one which could easily accommodate a small crowd of humans. Across from me sat the towering Syquin Ysmyra, wearing only a sheer sash that, in any other context to my human brain, was best described as a royal drapery; it ran from her perky breasts, spiraling down around her hips and thighs in a sensuous twine, the overlap obscuring her femininity. Ysmyra was born of the Ysmyri mind crystal, a glittering umber which matched her eyes and accented her starkly slate down, for a nin she was a staggering twenty feet tall. Our small uptalk of foreign flirtation went on for what felt like an hour

"I appreciate your attempts at flattery, little human... But can you do more than undress me with your eyes?" Ysmyra mused. A sudden whip across my back beckoned me to my feet as she goaded me with her tail, showing dominance, though not in rude display. I could only fidget my necklace as I found myself pulled between her knees, it chiming in a way that was unusually musical for it's tiny links.

"Little Aaron… Do come closer please, and don't hesitate to pull my lace along the way~" she continued in a humble brag of stature. Straightening my posture I moved further between her legs, finding a looseness in the epic ribbon-lace adorning her inner thigh. I grappled a floaty portion of the delicate sash, and just before my face it's whole wrapping had loosened across her chest. Ysmyra's cleavage was more exposed between the overlap, and a smug cray from her beak let out a bit of her coppery tongue.

"So close, yet still so restrained..." She said in mock disappointment, beckoning me even closer with her painty tail, now picking up a scent of faint perfumes. I decided to aim higher as the sash across the inner thigh grew inherently stubborn, my eyes fixed to the spiralling portion across her mid-belly. I slid my hand underneath, getting a feel of her radiant down -- a ruffled fleece that was more velvet than anything I had touched before. I enjoyed the texture for another brief few, before clutching and pulling away, and with barely a sound the sash unwound, fluttering down as it exposed two beautiful breasts, perky like ripe fruit on the branch of a tree. My knees grew weaker and shakier, until I submitted with my body collapsing into her elegant slender frame, with my face buried into the down just beneath her lower chest.

"Ah, there you are, Aaron~" she giggled, placing her hand across my back, just enough not to squish me down.

"Now, just a little more, and you can have your way with me, as hard as you want to. My little pet." I traced my hand underneath the sash across the inner thigh again, my robe having been undone with my free hand.

I dropped my robe at the same time I had stripped the scant lace remaining across her hips and thighs. Ysmyra pulled me in further, my masculinity pressed against her lower belly and twin fruits blessed by the toasty snuggle of her lewd approach. I let out a soft, tranquil moan as the nin nudged her palm further down my back, locking our hot bodies together

"Say it. Tell me how much you want me. Make me really hear it~" Ysmyra trilled sensuously, the odd feathers below her ears fanning out in breeding anticipation. I stared upwards with a gaze of a sinful pet to be drunk and flushed red from her enticing scent.

“You make me want to fuck you... As fast and as strong as I can muster..." I muttered out in steps as loud as I could, an echo resonating against the chamber doors. Ysmyra clicked her beak, adjusting her position with a wide spread of her legs and arching backward lean. She made a whispered, musical call to mate, as she stared down at me with bedroom eyes.

"Slay me if you must..." Ysmyra said, placating any chains of restraint. I got down on my knees again, priming myself along the breadth of her entrance with my swell tip.

"Oh, I will..." I reply, letting the syquin's glistening nectar fall on me.

With one jerk of my hips, my human thickness was deeply enveloped in her well-blossomed sins of the nether, my trimmed foliage beaded in Ysmyra's fertile essence like morning dew on grass, letting loose my desires. An inviting coo, a puff of breath, pure wind spiralled out from her marbled beak and brushed across my hair like summer breeze. Her beautiful eyes glowing invitingly as I rail from head to hilt, glints of energy flash from her Ysmyri birthstone in tiny arcs. I wrapped both arms around each leg, sharpening my angle, and letting gravity run its course.

Ysmyras body composure melted, fully leaned back against the huge body pillow behind her. Her tongue rolled out from the beak as I start fucking against her exotic clit; a hotbutton pressed over and over, coaxing more of her sacred ambrosia. The syquin would cry out my name repeatedly in a crescendo of bliss "Aaron...!!!", her eyes wide at my bold show of sexual endurance.

I reached my peak inside, my white hot finish summoned her tides of sweetness between my thighs, with a hot kiss from below, just one of the many we will trade this night. Before I could think of pulling out, Ysmyra wrapped her tail around my legs in a bowed loop to restrain and waved a finger.

"Mmh, stay right there my persistent lovely. Catch your breath... Then, you may continue for the night however you please... You've earned it all, so far." She purred decadently, with thoughts of a more interesting direction to take this relationship, after the neverending reciprocation had run its initial course.

I was again splayed across Ysmyra in total limp nudity, like before but stretched across her stomach fully. I buttered her down with my hand in slow, intimate strokes from chest to supple abdomen, my face nuzzled sweetly beneath her chest, whispered exhaling through my nose -- almost wanting the night to end this way. She let me cool my drive for an hour, pondering to herself about what to do with me after our 'big bang' had finished, which was still early in its wake. I hadn't failed to notice the heart shaped slack at the end of her tail, its brush tip winking suddenly breaking its shape, as if Ysmyra could feel the force of my peripheral vision give away her clever body language.

“Think you can handle any more of this, my opportunistic half-hairling?" she affectionately inquired, spiraling a playful trill from the inner curvature of her beaks tip, I looked up in a dumb ajar-jawed stare, still lost in the spoiled indulgences of an intimate snuggle.

“I um. I'm sure you think I can but I -- uh, how do I get out of this incredibly comfortable position without being rude?" I ask in the middle of our shared mental haze. Clearly, most of the blood had left my brain and had gone to other areas.

“On your knees, Aaron, and I have a question for you…" She chuckled and said with a playful growl, I straightened my back.

“Ever wanted to taste the goods you've pillaged from the foreign land?" Having been a horny bastard on internet chat rooms in my home world, I understood the euphemism very well without any kind of urbane structure.

“I always use all five senses~" I say with an awkwardly mimicked primate trill, Ysmyra parted her beak in amusement. She got on her knees in a steady levitating glide, her lower figure naturally spread in a parted slither, a dazzling display of the Syquin's finesse with magic.

“You can most certainly try, Aaron…" she moaned, gliding her hand across her lewd approach in a come-hither beckoning call, her tail fully hiked up, allowing no inch of hind to go unexplored by my greedy human paws." I approached the nin, face at her thigh, my legs in an eiffel posture, not standing at my tallest, let my face met just beneath Ysmyra's crotch. My breath being a notch away from caressing her tender clitoris, I slid my hand up and down her inner thigh.

“Taking your time, while I take what's mine, by all means…" Ysmyra said sighing musically in favored invitation, her broadened hand found its way behind my back and at the base of my neck, she just barely twitched her wrist and my nose was buried in her crotch, the lewd approach moist with both her sweet cunnilingal nectar and my own sweat. I pressed the very tip of my nose against its trailing accent, inhaling deep and slow, lowering my mouth down towards her clit. I delicately whipped the very tip of my tongue against the Syquins exotic cherry blossom, before plunging lips down across the fold before its hood.

An effervescent tingle fell across my buds from what could be the intoxicating musk conflicting with my foreign, less ethereal sense of taste and smell. I continued to defy the laws and conventions of shared magic, kissing and rolling lips over her clit with decidedly less restraint than when I had first crossed her horizon.

I took the reins of Ysmyras well-endowed rump, her whimsically songful moan ruffled tufts of down and popped her breasts skyward towards the ceiling, her tail coiled and twirled like a festive oriental performance in mid-air, bringing more life to the midnight flint crystals high up above and across the bedroom ceiling arches. My lips and chin were glazed in her orgasmic essence, drawing a fiery-floral taste, which tingled the corners of my mouth and tongue's tip.

She slithered her tail through from behind in between my legs, wrapping its end around the base of my cock, tightening and loosening its coils towards the tip with every kiss I make on her neat labia. The Syquin danced languidly in pleasure, cupping her breasts and singing louder the closer my kisses reached her center. Ysmyra ran her hands down my back with exuberant satisfaction at how I took what I wanted, exactly as she had commanded. Her rain came down onto my face, like an oncoming spring shower, an oral token of gratitude I needed before parting my tongue.

My hands slid away softly, feeling every contour of plush and muscle that twitches from the second orgasm. Ysmyra kept her tail around my pride as I looked up at her in a speechless stare, contemplatively fidgeting my necklace, which sent an unfamiliar surge through my finger as it touched the ends of its wishbone charm -- perhaps her aura. Urges to break down my primal state and embrace my future master in adoration took hold of me, to satiate my needful impulsions and counter the engaged sexual thirst. The look in Ysmyra's eyes still told me I have a way to go before I could break her hunger, and one I could never protest, just to be with her.

“Mmh, you take me on so good Aaron, though, we're not quite done just yet... Are you alright? Anything on your mind, my muse?" Ysmyra asked, in a genuine, wifely-guardian kind tone. I leaned into her with a swell smile across my face, looking down to her glistening valley, trailing my hand down her lower abdomen

“Just you, pretty much nothin' else." she clicked her beak in flattery, restfully perching a hand over my waist in sweet likewise gesture

“Daw! I can't seem to keep you out of me either, mm, you're darling~" she chirped, keeping her small talk, a deceptively wholesome and saccharine pitch. Face half-buried into Ysmyra, I made a ticklish two-finger descent, from where the navel sat all the way towards the torchlight trail I'd trekked back and forth across all night, foraging for the sweet spoils of a hidden treasure uncovered piece by piece. I took a bold leap forward, sliding the tip of my middle finger just barely through the labia, stirring it as delicately as I could.

A sinful smirk dimpled the corners of my mouth as I spotted for Ysmyra's reaction, hoping to see her wild dance on top of my sapphire flames a third time.Throwing her regard toward the slumber of neighboring hosts out the window, she let out a fluttering siren of awakening chants and chirps. I plunged my vulgar digit deeper to its second verse, striking each chord along the midway, the same ceiling flints brought to fanfare, darting back and forth across. Each colliding light flashing like a bright star, drawing cosmic notes to the cherished symphonies as I played Ysmyra's harp. The full yellow moon rolled a cascading silver across the bed through the columnar windows, lighting the holographic aura of the chamber floor as it spilled over the blankets cusp. I looked up to Ysmyra as if she were the sky, whispering my lewd praise to her approving, one-angel choir.

“Enjoying yourself, Ysmyra? Sing louder for me, that's it..." words of encouragement whispered so smoothly, seductive, her ears coiled and beak split, no doubt her unabashed loudness could be heard from the moon. I slid a second finger inside, the two fully rooted to the knuckle, my palm eclipsing Ysmyra's labia, stirring and furling their hooks. The walls I conquered before now rocked like an earthquake all over my fingertips, more of the toasty ambrosia had chained between my digits and collected in my palm.

I brought it up to my face, staring at her with infernal bedroom eyes, letting its fragrance linger again; lush, exotic flowers with a hint of fire. I licked one long, savoring lick from palm to fingertips. Ysmyra held her beak, chuckling in amusement and endearment at my self preening, patting my head in her way of telling me how much of a good pet human I've been. She wrapped her tail in a friendly coil around my neck tugging its mid-length, mimicking a collar and leash. I let out a tell-all blush, giving way to submissive potential, to which she took advantage of by placing her hand to my chest, laying me flat on my back.

“Ooo, we're going to have so much fun, me and you~ Mhm!" Ysmyra cheered in youthful fervor, having a particular fondness seeing me laid sprawling flat on my back and vulnerable. I couldn't help but smile back knowing how such a complex, titanic beauty can be so smitten with my tiny self. Thoughts of whatever came next clouded my attention span, knowing the master in this relationship had put me in my place, keeping checks and balances of who had power. The nin pondered how to use me under her might, then shimmied her way on top of me half-way, then inches further along, my eyes wide like an oblivious farm animal, letting out a meek 'eep!'.

Her cunny hovered over my face, the second time they would meet, this time with Ysmyra taking the reins. She lowered her posture, sparing no control for me, pinning my arms to my side and legs closed with her lower legs. I was a human mount, buried underneath a syquins garden of sin. Our scents combined into one, an almost indecipherable undertone. I let the muscles of my body go lax, only allowing my breath to be an uplifting counter to her emergent grinding motions.

She started thrusting back and forth across my face, leaning her swan figure back in impressively flexible contours. Her under lips kissed back against mine, kindling petals fanning from their bouquet. The clitoris drawn imaginary lines between my eyes, something of a talent that I could successfully tame it, even twice. Her lithe tail ran off from my neck, meeting between the breasts and coiling around one, letting it's nipple peek.

The cascading moonlight waned into splits, fanning across in reflective animation, a beam of honey topaz color escaped from Ysmyra's gemstone, turning the flints to a mix of honey gold and umber. My legs became painted by the lighting which had changed, I was cocooned in her passionate heat, the kind that invigorated and kept me awake and teeming with stamina. She clicked her beak, whispering my name repeatedly in hushed ecstasy. The fine seam of levitation which kept her weight from collapsing on top of me had relieved itself.

Her weight was fully rested on top of my mid-torso, and hoisted by her legs and arms, which spread sideways enough to let me relinquish control of my own arms and legs. I kept the illusion of being locked within her bounds, though to no convincing end as she shifted further back and onto above my pelvis, my penis nudged in between her fairly-muscled, powdery fleece cheeks. My libido-drunken stare descended back onto the syquins eyes, she dragged her tail from around her breast and let it hang for a few seconds before wrapping it around her waist like a sash, keeping my shaft hemmed in.

“Mhm, my little Aaron, you just won't stop even when I do, will you~? I think it's time you raised your voice and sang for me, this time, hmm? Tell me exactly what we should do next, and you should know better, my love, that I do mean exactly the how and why as well… Unless you want to suffer my wicked ways~"

Ysmyra commanded placing both hands on her legs as my eyes had already gave way, a smug zeal of confidence pulled the dimples at the corners of my mouth wide. I began to trail my fingers across the length of her inner thigh like walking-legs, head stirring in an enlightened body language, knowing full well what syquin magic could do to humble my tone.

“Well, for starters? Eh… Your ass, Ysmyra. I want to explore it -- and, I'm not lying when I say I will do everything us desperate, lesser half-hairs do to pleasure one another there. I want to bury my face between your cheeks, make you sing a beautiful song like you've been doing since I first railed you." the vulgarity rolled out like boulders in a hushed earthquake. My brash words brushed the center fringe of down across the back of Ysmyra's head, perking her ears outwards in amusement and surprise, her beak twitching open in that smug, sure split once more.

“Not how one offers themselves to royalty, Aaron, though I wish you had said something before, when you couldn't let go of my ass~ It's a good thing you just now earned it in true, hmhm~" she took note of my submissive quiver after the declaration, tapping a finger against my blushing cheeks before making herself tall on her knees. Ysmyra beckoned me on mine with a sharp tail whip across my rump, and then wrapping the end around my neck to pull me again onto my feet. I was not unlike a yapping, toy breed canine being spoiled endlessly by his mistress. I moved out from behind under the stout arch of her legs, as the tail directed me to. I was turned around between her legs and ushered back onto my knees with a demanding tug, my face a foot away from her buttocks.

“Oh… Aaron~! Why don't you give your queen nice little massages before you kiss her there, no?" Ysmyra followed with a cute echoing chirp, laying her upper body forward in a feline stretch, crossing both arms and relaxing her head. Her cheeks leveled to my face now in mere inches, tail hiked up straight. Syquin had a rump like tundras of powdered snow, often obscured by regal, conservative attire. Ysmyras was broadly round with the right amount of tightness to her form, nowhere intimidating to take control of. I leaned forward and pressed one hand to each cheek, getting a good look at the divides center and her bare-skinned tailhole -- a modest yet so sinful approach that took on no shade darker, nor lighter than the rest of the Nin. I began to knead them, watching every inward press of my thumb forming perfect dimples.

Ysmyra echoed coos of sensual gratitude, her tail struggling to keep it's maverick salute had dropped itself over my shoulder in dramatic overtiredness, after having worked harder than the both of us combined. I wrapped my dominant hand around it, just beneath the halfway point giving it a gentle squeeze, stroking back and forth in smutty innuendo. I took the free hand and fondled from underneath the cheek, brushing my nose along her thickness with a hot puffed breath. I slid my grip down to above the base of the tail tugging and squeezing at the root, drawing a sharp and loud beep, another erogenous zone for me to take advantage of later on. Ysmyra whipped her tail hard across my ass for that one, then coiled it around my leg.

She giggled, waving her finger up in a 'no-no!' gesture, like I had cheated at the syquins game. Her tail retracted from me in protest, dashed across her back in a snakely squiggle. I had taken the obvious hint not to go there again, at least not yet. I leaned back into continuing to knead and massage the decadent thickness of her rump, squeezing its moons over my face. I dragged my tongue from the lower half of the split below then stopping right outside her tailholes horizon, planting a wet polishing kiss, before swirling my licks across its clefts and folds.

It was clear from the fuzz standing up and her cheeks twitching over mine, that this was a new experience, and despite her fighting a reflex away from the slight tickling sensation, she moved ever so slightly firmer against my face instead. I was almost gently bucked off of her rump as a result, but clung onto her hips with great zest, kissing the forbidden hole with less restraint, turned on even more by the newness she expressed. I slide my tongue in, corkscrewing what I could of the tip just past its dark center, breaching the surrounding starry folds to ease their ways, the sweetness far more prominent, and floral than infernal this time.

“By our creator Oyus…" Ysmyra cursed under her breath, giving a gentle nibble on her arm to mute the taboo swear. She leashed me with her reinvigorated and sassy tail, reeling my face in more bluntly, forcing my lips around the tailhole's broader horizon, keeping tabs on the who's-who of dominators and dominatrixes. I moved my hand, trading a cheek for the raved clitoris, tapping my middle finger against it like an ignitor. The persistent onslaught of familiar and new started to test the Syquin's princessly calm, the border of her gemstone glowing as tears of hypersensitized pleasure fled the corners of her eyes, keeping herself together just enough to not cast a spell that could knock the both of us off the bed.

I halted my ministration before it could proceed beyond breakage, scooping my fingers through the generous nectar, collecting it in my palm like I let do so last time and spread it between her pillowed tundral cheeks and all over the tailholes still-firm breach. I slid the middle finger into from the very tip, slowly pushing forth and deeper up the middle knuckles second joint. Her tail, which she couldn't channel her strength to anymore for the moment was lax around my neck full-weight, more like a scarf than a leash at this point. Then I did the prohibited, taking my free hand and pinched the tail root from in between the middle and ring finger, pulling a crescendoed shriek from Ysmyra that could be heard from outside.

“…Damn you~! Oh, please just slay me, I can't stand it anymore, Aaron~!!!" her exclamation tripled over clawing at the sheets, an admission calling back to her desire of a 'slay'. To 'slay' the syquin wife in front of me, into the bed -- our bed now. My pinching and fingering startled her tail awake, it nearly slapped me across the face as it unwound from my neck and hung in an arch over my head, pausing in contemplation. The self aware appendage darted down my back and in a straight line, right between the lesser moons, prodding my hole but unable to return the favor without lubrication, then retracting thereafter. I pulled away from her secondary instrument, taking what was dripping copiously from her labia and spread it along my primary instrument, shining its tip.

In a sudden attempt at recollecting her composure, Ysmyra sat back up, just enough to keep the feline-like pose as she propped up her form with her crossed arms. She warbled out like a dove for my sword to slay her and I closed my approach behind, full grip around my length, lining it up against her tailholes starry entrance. I took the reigns of the hourglass curvature just above Ysmyra's rump, bucking my sword up to the hilt with an audible 'pop!', striking at that same sensitive angle, igniting her gemstone like before with my fingering. I rolled my eyes back from the kindling heat, which pulsed through my body from nose to toes, a sensation so far and apart from her less vulgar entrance.

"Ysmyra, fuck yes please this is amazing…" I stammered in ecstatic, horny praise. Her muscles clenched and released as I let myself linger inside, waves of pheromonal electricity tickling the nerves inside my pelvis and rump. Seeing her gemstone intermittently glowing at its borders, I grabbed at the base of her tail again, driving my cock harder into her tailhole with my full-weight and momentum, sparing no quarter for tonight's penultimate act. The syquin let slip her princessly manners she had struggled to uphold, shouting lewd obscenities at the chambers flint which cascaded like wishing stars, everything so wrongful about this moment felt so right. Her tail coiled around us both tightly, no longer surrendering its endurance as I raced to my peak.

The final chapter of rutting went on for another half-hour until I buckled at the knees, sore all over as sweat trickled in thin lines down my face and neck. My yearned release of white hot ambrosia had knocked me flat onto my back, the resulting post-coital paralysis briefly numbing over every inch. I could only move my eyes to adjust their focus from the light show above to return their attention to Ysmyra. I attempted sitting back up, only for a sudden cramp in my leg to throw me back down, reeling with humored frustration. The syquin amused by, yet sympathetic to my burden cast down gentle breezes around us, its quiet, massaging gusts sending goosebumps down my arms and legs.

Ysmyra had taken my slumbering body laying it onto a large pillow, broached in the center perfectly. Her tail nursed all my cramping limbs and joints in matriarchal tenderness, with her bosom maintaining perfect warmth. My necklace, which was now charmed by the pure energy of the syquin's soul, glowed a bluish-silver radiance matching the moon, which had given way to an indigo early morning sky. Ysmyra hummed a restful lullaby, preserving the immaculate peace of the chamber, fading the last few flints of their stubborn glow before closing her eyes, blanketing me with her hand, then silencing the lullaby.

I woke up feeling the breeze of a new life waft through my buzz faded hair. I sat on the pillow cross-legged, trading sweet nothings back and forth with Ysmyra. We discussed my future as a human pet, and gave my heart-felt testimonial to how much I truly wanted to be with her, how I could be so much more than a pet. We agreed on taking the steps to a wholesome relationship but with a cute kinky zest on the surface. She kept full control over her tail, wrapping it around me and resting it on my lap brushing its tuft across my cheek. I smiled brightly and stroked my finger across the tails lithe end, grabbing the tip and holding it to my chest.

“You're so indescribable… Indescribably beautiful. It drove me mad -- figuratively speaking. Deciding how to put it into words at first and all. I feel like I haven't explored every inch yet, greedy as that makes me sound. I'm just in love with you and your everything, beyond making any sense." the body language faltered as I looked up at Ysmyra anxiously, almost puppy-eyed at the dominating syquin lover. She delicately placed her hand on my back flickering ears to the affectionate placation. Her gemstone shone an amber-brown light from the uninterrupted high morning sun beaming through the chamber windows.

“Sweet as you are yes, but a very greedy little half-hairling, hm~? Well? Don't yield your words, what can I do to make my little mighty Aarons morning even better~?" Ysmyra inquired, sweeping a hand down her body as to present her decadence. My eyes were reeled in by the gesture and stopping at her breasts. Two peaks which stood like mountains over a fluffy evergreen, perfectly perked and not busty for syquin standards yet huge for my five-foot-eleven self, doubting if 'busty' was even a thing for her race. The areola and nipples were a darker slate flesh that subtly stood out from the fine tundra of down around and in between them. Ysmyra took note of my locked attention, but feigning having not.

"I want to suck on your tits, Ysmyra-- I mean your breasts Ysmyra, I… Not too early for that kinda stuff, is it? I'm just into that kinda stuff..." I asked with the same awkward politeness I had when asking how to politely move off from on top of her. She stared blankly for a second then giggled shrugging in playful sarcasm at my anxious stutters, popping her breasts with bubbly fervor. Ysmyra lifted me up like a cherished puppy making me yelp as she laid down on her back and laid me sprawled out on top of her with my head just beneath her bosom, the tuft of down serving as a pillow amidst a pile of pillows. I clumsily scooted forward by a notch so my head would be directly in-between her peaks.

With one hand over each breast I groped them with gentle kneads and pinches, clapping palms against their side making them jiggle over my face. The gluttonous engagement of Ysmyra's bosom made her blush behind the beak in a combination of appeasement and embarrassment, not quite understanding the human races fascination with breasts yet not wanting to protest my unending body worship. I pressed my face into one kissing and sucking over the nipple while continuing to grope the other more briskly, swapping places until both finely cleft nipples were erect and areolas glistening wet. Cotton-mouthed, I buried my face again this time into the patch of fluff just above her breasts so that they cushion my shoulders.

“Hmhm~ You seem to love kissing a lot and are quite good at it, Aaron. Though if you really wanted to show me how good of a kisser you are… You'd give this a try~!" Ysmyra said tipping her head, showing off the glittering mind stone -- the Syquin's most erogenous area. She lifted me off from her bosom and placed me down on the body pillow beside her head. I paused for a moment, wanting to lock my eyes with hers and the sacred gem from up close. I placed my hand on her marbly smooth beak and leaned into planting a long-held kiss on the gems center facet, making Ysmyra warble and writhe. I didn't stop until she delivered her own oral reciprocation, the kind of tongue-lashing all over my body that I wouldn't get to experience again until I've earned it another time...

The rest of the day was twice an adventure to be remembered than the previous night, I've experienced a radical culture shock that I wouldn't have any other way. New clothes, new life, new wife -- also being the house pet. Ysmyra took me to the ball, flaunted me through the hall, not sparing a single tell-all to any Eves, Nins, or Ras. Everything about our unconventional relationship didn't present itself beyond simple pet-like affection, but the love shone as bright as her gem. The months that followed adapting and learning, I felt like I've matured in ways most human men don't when they make a conventional commitment, obviously worlds-apart from the traditional honeymoon.

“Are you sure it fits well? A simple fix won't take more than a second dear…" Ysmyra asked, having me try on some carefully tailored regal attire for my mandatory schooling. The dozens I've tried on already were all loose, puffy, and certainly not the most maneuverable clothing though with some simple magic it would adjust itself according to my unremarkable figure.

“I can use a little refitting here and there… Other than that, I think this of all the ensembles we've tried so far is the cutest looking. You're looking gorgeous yourself my love." Ysmyra bowed in returned politeness, swiping a hand down my back to adjust my outfits tightness.

“Please, don't be so nervous, you'll surprise everyone Aaron~" Ysmyra reassured, patting my head and smiling sweetly. Chimes played to keep the empty home company while we departed for the busy day ahead, painting our bedroom chamber in beautiful golden sunlight...