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Never before had a Sergal reigned over the upper and lower kingdoms of the great desert. From the day he learned he would inherit the throne of the upper kingdom, Vance had set his sights on that goal. Now, Vance looked back on that grand dream and sighed. He now sat upon a new throne, in a palace that had been built nearly a decade ago in honor of his achievement. He had made his dream a reality, and with a swift and just hand reigned in the less civilized tribes of the lower kingdom. He had conquered them without bloodshed, for it was not needed. His charisma and cunning had helped him win their hearts, while his High Mage, Sirris, used his knowledge and reasoning to win their minds.

Now, on the eve of the week that would see the seventh celebration of the day mighty King Vance united that which was split by the great River of Life, Vance seemed uncharacteristically still, as if he were not in the mood for the week of games, stories, plays, all manner of joy and entertainment. Even now hopeful concubines lay at his disposal just outside his throne room. But ever his mind wondered where it was not meant to be. Homosexuality was no sin in his great Kingdom, but ancient laws forbade the king from taking solely a male lover, as the Kings of old wished to ensure a long chain of Kings, a Dynasty to stand every test of time. And while many a king had taken both men and women as their lovers, Vance had lacked the desire to take a female. Most thought it was because he was too busy , after all, the great kingdom had not been one since the early ages, before even the start of his linage. Surely there were no end of problems, or so his subjects thought. The simple truth was, his mind was only upon the very mage that helped him the most in is bid to unite the lands. The very same mage who now grumbled under his breath, scroll in hand. His checklist no doubt, the gryphon didn't leave anything to chance. At a glance one might think him rigid, as if he believed that the world fit into a certain order and that he must maintain that order, but the truth was he merely believed in being ready, should anything dire turn up, he hated being caught with his robes off, so to speak. As Sirris walked about the throne room, looking over several small details here and there, making note of obvious needs to tend to, King Vance let his eyes wander across the Gryphon, who wore the robes of his station. While the robes did their job of keeping Sirris modest, the King could see that his high mage had worn rather, interesting under garments. Was he trying some sort of new design? One that allowed him a greatly cooler experience? Not likely, Sirris was not one to dabble in such things as making mew clothing. Perhaps it had been requested by the gods? No that couldn't be right, Sirris would have informed Lance of such a thing. No this seemed as if it were a fashion statement, a seductive, almost alluring one at that. The King had not felt this strong a desire in quite some time. Vance felt a smile cross his lips, the first he had enjoyed all day, and stood up.

Sirris either didn't notice the king, or he didn't care as he tended to his duties as High Mage. He was nothing but thankful for his position, but it did come with it's downsides, like arranging for an event that lasted so long, one that the King had not even asked for. The event was another royal gift to the people, and as far as Sirris was concerned that made the event far more important. It felt as if each year Sirris and King Vance had to put on an ever grander show just to keep Vance in the masses' good graces. But it was well worth it, because each year more and more people came to the event, the more people that attended, the more people there would be talking about how great and generous the King was, and though he did not show it, Sirris was a King's man. Quite the opposite, Sirris questioned the King at every turn, and to those untrained in matters of the court it may seem as though he was being insubordinate, but really, it was the best thing for the king to hear, Sirris was gifted at playing Apophis's Advocate. Always his mind sought out ways to foil his and the king's plans, so that he would know how to deal with such events should they arise. And for ever counter measure he thought up, he thought of another and another. Always his mind was racing to keep the kingdom running without pause or dismay. The gryphon continued to scan through his checklist, over and over he looked, until he realized that he had three checks next to each item. "That can't be right, really? Three times each? Small wonders, that's what keeps this empire going, small wonders." The gryphon smiled before returning to the lounge he and the other Mages worked from. They all bowed as he entered.

"Is all well my lord? This is the fifth time you've walked in, did you miss an item on your list?" the elderly falcon spoke with a kind yet worried voice. Sirris had always enjoyed the company of the former High Mage.

"Not at all, as a matter of fact, I am taking the rest of the day for myself. All our preparations for the Festival of the King have been completed and checked thrice, there is nothing else we need to do today. Excellent work my fellow mages, were it not for us the empire would collapse in on itself." Sirris chuckled to himself. Vance may be the face of the empire, and it's beating heart, but Sirris was the brains.

"I think the king would see himself exiled before seeing his empire torn apart again sir, but I understand your meaning. Your praise really is far too high, and we humbly thank you for it." Spoke the falcon, smiling as he stood. "Well in that case I think a nice flight over the river is in order."

Sirris was about to offer the old man some company before a guard walked in, his gruff voice making the two birds ruffle their feathers a bit, and seemed to unnerve the other mages. "Lord Sirris, his highness King Vance would like to congratulate you on your fine work, he has asked you to join him in his chambers, King Vance said be had a task for you that you would find most rewarding." The large and somewhat frightening Serpent stood at attention as a salute before turning and walking out of the room.

Sirris sighed and looked back to his mages. "truly there is no rest for the wicked it seems. Let us hope this task does not keep me long. Fare well my friends, I shall see you tomorrow at sunrise to begin the weeks festivities." The Gryphon smiled before walking out, after the Asp. A rewarding task, what could the king have meant by that?

Meanwhile, Vance paced back and forth in his private chambers, his mind racing with excitement as he contemplated all that he was about to do. It was simple really, so he thought as he looked down at his hands, holding a soft rope. He tested it's strength again and again before he heard the gryphon's voice, followed by the heavy steps of his guards standing aside. The two Hippos, brothers who had been mere teenagers when the king had first taken the throne, now towered over the gryphon as they opened the doors for him, and closed them behind him. Sirris chuckled and smiled at Vance. "Well, they certainly grew into their station, did they not my friend?"

Vance smiled. "They are not the only ones who have grown. Don't forget we were not much older than they when we began this insane bid to unite the kingdoms. And yet here we stand, High Mage and King, in a new Palace built over the Great River, a feat that has not been achieved since before the time of this Dynasty, started so many centuries ago by my ancestors." King Vance took a moment to sigh and enjoy the feeling, no matter how often he thought about it, the sensation of having achieved his life's great goal always filled him with a sense of fulfillment. Finally he looked back to Sirris and grinned. "I have a challenge for you, of sorts. Our methods of binding enemies in the field have become obsolete. Iron shackles are cumbersome, and easily picked. Rope on the other hand is far more suited to use on the battlefield. It's durable when made right, it does not rust, and there is no lock to pick, so my challenge is for you to allow me to try different knots while binding your wrists. Whatever you cannot escape from shall be taught to the men so that we may bind our enemies as needed, and without fear of them freeing themselves, for if you cannot escape it, then there are none who can."

Sirris smirked. "Do I get a knife my lord? And I must say this is quite rewarding, I do love a puzzle now and then."

"No knife to start with, we are going under the assumption that we have disarmed those being bound. On that note, if you would please, remove your robes, we want this to be as accurate a test as possible." Vulcan was glad his own robes were so concealing, if he had chosen to wander his chambers in his undergarments, as he often did, his tent would have been oh so evident as he watched his friend strip down to his own, skimpy cloth. "Interesting design, is it for function or display?"

"Function my lord, using less cloth for these undergarments keeps one feeling far cooler in the blazing heat. True the Great River brings us those pleasant breezes, but it can only cool us so much, I highly recommend a pair my liege." The gryphon smiled before putting his hands behind his back. "Like this your highness?"

"Hmm? Ohh, yes of course, we'll start behind the back, then above the head and so on."

Several minutes went by as Vance's plan fell apart in front of his very eyes. Each knot he tried the gryphon just as quickly untied. Finally Vance growled and used a knot that his parents had taught him, a knot known to be nearly inescapable unless you had tied it yourself. He watched with guilty glee as Sirris wriggled his hands this way and that, before grunting in irritation. "You have finally captured me, my lord, this knot is far beyond my skill."

The king smiled at Sirris, running his hands down along the gryphon's sides, lightly sliding his hands down along the gryphon's arms, tracing his finger along the ropes holding the mage's arms in place. "You know, I've had my eye on you lately. Of all my courts Mages you put in the most work, but you also seem the least, shall we say, appreciative of my rule." The sergal smirked a bit and slid his hands down to the Sirris's rump, and gripped it firmly. It felt amazing to finally grip the gryphon's cheeks, he began massaging them, toying with them, because at the end of the day, what the King wanted, the King got. He wasn't a tyrant, he didn't abuse his subjects normally, nor did he see this as anything more than a playful reward/punishment, and as his hand wandered, he began to question weather or not he could even call it punishment. He groped the gryphon's crotch and chuckled. "Ohh? Maybe I spoke too soon, maybe you are in fact the most appreciative of my court, we've not even begun my dear Mage."

Sirris sighed as his king began groping and molesting him, feeling Vance push him close to a wall, the sergal's body pressing up against his own, Vance's erect shaft pressing against his barely covered ass. "When did you- Ah!" Sirris gasped out as he felt his friend's fingers, slick with sensual oils, sliding past the waist of his cloth, those glistening fingers pushed between his cheeks and up against his tight hole, his breath quickened, but his face was one of anger and irritation, ever the rebel he held the pleasure those fingers gave him inside, not letting his king see. But he could do nothing about how hard his cock was throbbing in Vance's grasp. That hand could feel it to, and as he slid his fingers into the gryphon, Vance freed that shaft, and began stroking it openly. "You can give me that ugly look all you want, your heart beats with your true desire, my dear Sirris. Feel how rigid it makes your shaft with each throb, for once, let that beautiful mind of yours wander, and let your body feel the throes of pleasure." With that Vance began nibbling on Sirris's neck, grinding his own hard shaft into that still covered ass, teasing his own tip with the gryphon's tail, his fingers teasing along the mage's own throbbing shaft.

Slowly he pulled his fingers back a bit, before sliding them into that perfectly tight hole. He knew his friend was not a virgin, but one would be hard pressed to tell that by how little give his ass gave. "Moan for me, my little mage, moan for your king."

"Is that an order? If not I politely refuse." Sirris grunted out. It was hard to keep his composure with those fingers pumping in and out of him, it had been months, maybe longer, since he had given himself the time to enjoy the company of another. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want it, but this was no way for a king to act, and he intended to prove that point to his friend. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself, it just made it that much more interesting, a challenge, a puzzle. He had to enjoy this sexual encounter, without allowing his king to see just how much he actually was enjoying it. He grunted as the sergal slid a third finger inside him, all three pumping at once, in and out, faster and faster with each thrust, before he grit his teeth and pushed back just a little, a slip on his part, but maybe the King would not notice.

Vance smirked and let out a chuckle. "Defiant to the bitter end eh? Fine then, lets play this game. After all, it isn't as if our soldiers are good little boys all the time right? Let's see how our little gryphon prisoner likes a nice big sergal cock up his ass!" Vance yanked the skimpy undergarment from his friend's ass, letting it fall around his ankles as he looked at that exposed black and blue furred ass, giving it a bare squeeze with a growl of pleasure before slathering his pink and black molted cock with the sensual oils, making a mental note to send another thank you to his fellow sovereign across the sea, they made his shaft feel as though it were impossible to grip, it was so slick that between that and the fingering he had just given his mage, it just slid in with barely a moment's pause. "Now, we're going to go nice and rough little caged bird, my little bound kitten, until you give me that moan like a proper slut, if you are a good little bitch, I'll ease up, if I feel like it."

Sirris let out a groan of pleasure, but it clearly wasn't enough of a moan to give Vance what he wanted. Good, thought the gryphon, now if only he could get Vance off before himself, it would be hard to maintain his false displeasure in his king's actions if he were shooting off ropes of cum, though his rigid cock was already a glaringly evident give away. He felt his body tremble a bit as Vance began to hump, sliding that cock in and out with barely any resistance, and plenty of lewd noise, no doubt the twin Hippos outside could hear every wet squelch and slurp, not to mention the slapping of Vance's brown furred hips colliding with Sirris's own, but the gryphon paid them little mind as he felt that powerful rhythm begin, that forceful pace his King and friend, now turned lover had set. It was maddeningly difficult to keep his composure and not give in to the lust and pleasure, but he was determined to keep his image in tact. The only sound that came from his beak were reluctantly amused groans and the occasional pant. "Y-you'll have to try a little harder than that, foolish soldier." He smirked over his shoulder at Vance, egging him on by playing his own game against him. Internally however he was moaning and panting, for every grunt his body made, his mind screamed out in pleasure ten times, for every pant, a loud lustful moan, these mental cries of pleasure are all that kept him from vocalizing them, he held his tongue, he would continue to hold his tongue through it all, gods willing, but Vance was equally determined, to make his friend drop this guise and give in to mindless pleasure. He thrust harder and harder until he was giving it his all, still nothing more than grunts and gasps. He grit his teeth and angled his hips, changing things up, never entering the same way twice. He growled out even with the oil Sirris's tunnel was tight, and gripped his cock like a fist, he was outright plowing his friend into the wall, grunting himself, getting a bit too into character for his own taste, but Sirris was playing his game now, so he had to play it better.

Vance pulled back a moment, pulling out of his friend, before grabbing the gryphon by his arms and dragging him over to the large, plush bed. With a growl he tossed his friend onto it, before jumping on top of him, lifting the mage's ass up just enough to resume ramming his hard shaft into that tight ass, growling dominantly now. "Come on my little captive, moan for me, moan loud, let everyone hear how much you like this sergal dick drilling into you. Let us all hear that you love your king's cock!" he emphasized by nibbling on Sirris's neck, who let out the softest of moans, before biting his tongue and cursing under his breath. "Yes, that's it, louder, louder! Let the entire kingdom hear your pleasure, let them all hear what it feels like to take your king's cock."

"W-well, I guess I could, seeing as I already won. So much for the whole soldier act." Sirris spoke betwee soft moans of pleasure, smirking at his victory.

"Heh, who cares, because at the end of the day, it's still my cock, making you cry out in bliss, now sing for me little gryphon, fill these halls with your lust and pleasure, you King commands it!" and with that Vance spun his friend around, holding Sirris's legs at his shoulders, driving his hips down into the gryphons, battering away at that ass, like he were an invading army and his friend's ass was a gate they meant to breach. The gryphon beneath him smirked and put a hand up on the sergal's shoulder while his other hand tossed the rope aside and began stroking his achingly hard cock. "Wh-what? When did you-mmph!" his words were cut short as Sirris began kissing the sergal's lips, riding on that thrusting cock, moaning into Vance's mouth. He had thwarted his King twice , and decided to cut loose and enjoy himself, though to his surprise Vance actually began to go harder and faster, as if his endurance had been doubled, while Sirris was already on the brink. Quickly he stopped stroking, if he came before the King it would be a greater defeat in his mind than his little triumphs could cover, but it was already too late, as that cock rammed deep, making his legs tremble and his hole clench, he felt it coming, his balls pulled up closer to his body, his cock began to throb, and with a roar into his friend's mouth the gryphon came hard, spraying both himself and his king in sticky, hot seed. Sirris shook and trembled in pleasure before looking up at Vance as the sergal kept pounding away like a man possessed, never had he seen his friend fuck so powerfully, well, not for this long. He pulled back from the kiss and panted, reaching up to grasp at the sheets, arching his back high while he caught his breath, not an easy task with a horny sergal still humping you. The king didn't break eye contact once as he continued to ravage his spent friend, who could only lay there and moan as the Sergal slowly pushed on the gryphon's ankles, making his legs spread wide, then he pushed down, further and further, until Sirris's ankles were on either side of his head, Vance's lips pressing back against Sirris, making the gryphon pant and moan against them like he had been doing before, though they were much weaker, his gryphon was truly in bliss, barely able to continue his attempts at riding that cock, still trying to push against those thrusts.

Finally Vance's pace began to slow, but his thrusts picked up in force once they began to lack speed. Loud, forceful slaps echoed in the room as he felt his own orgasm begin to build. Each thrust got harder for him to pull back, his friend's ass was so warm and so tight, hugging him so firmly that it was almost agony pulling out, but pushing back in was it's own torture as he tried to hold back as long as he could, but all good things must end, and this wonderful bliss shared with his dearest friend was no different. Vance slammed his hips into Sirris one final time, before throwing his head back in a cry of pure pleasure, his cock jerking inside the gryphon, firing rope after rope of hot cum that clung to Sirris's anal walls, which gripped so tightly at that shaft, that the thick seed was trapped inside. The pair panted and looked into each other's eyes as they basked in the afterglow of such powerful, pent up orgasms. Vance laid with his friend and held him close, chuckling. "Well, I'd say we could call this little game of ours a draw."

"Indeed we could my lord. And I'd say it was a rewarding experience for the both of us."

"True enough, but I do have one question... how did you untie the knot?" Vance got a chuckle from his gryphon before one of the twins opened the door to his chamber.

"My lord, I apologize for interrupting, but the guests of honor have entered the city, it would not be wise to greet them smelling of lust and oil my liege." The hippo closed the door straight away before calling out to prepare a bath for the king. The guests would no doubt wander the streets a bit, seeing the marketplace always kept foreign royalty at bay for at least an hour.

Vance smirked and looked to Sirris. "Care to share a bath with your king, my High Mage?"

Sirris matched the king's smirk. "That would not be wise my lord, but as I have completed my tasks for the day, I no longer need to be wise."