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While the Emperor is Out

Storm sat heavy on the throne with his ankle up on his knee and his claws digging into the arm rests. The Emperor was out of town, leaving him as the sole watchful Eye not to be under Ceylon's control. Unlike the other guards - the horses and gryphons of the land who had been imprisoned within their own minds - Storm was the only one trusted to act autonomously and in Ceylon's stead.

What was not known to the average citizen but was known to Storm was that Ceylon had command over a virtual army by the power of his mind alone. Prisoners in his dynasty - most notably the big and strong ones - were not imprisoned in the traditional sense, but were forced to surrender their minds to the telepathic hive that Ceylon himself controlled. This meant that the Emperor had complete control over the collective of thousands of knights, guards, and soldiers that patrolled the capitol city known as The Eyes, named for the fact that the Emperor was able to see through them and keep watch.

Since Chief Storm had been a loyal commander in the Vioketian army before the Emperor had decided to utilize prisoners in his hive mind, the black gryphon was granted his autonomy from control. Naturally, he used this freedom to do as he pleased in the absence of the Emperor from the palace, and that meant that he often brought companions to the throne room to have his way with them.

While it was true that Emperor Ceylon was out of town escorting two travellers on their path to Rissen, he wasn't going far enough out of town to lose control of his Eyes, which meant that his presence was still felt even if he wasn't physically there. This meant that Storm still had to be sly with his actions if he wanted to keep the nature of his rendezvous a secret. As such, he had commanded the guards to evacuate the room while he waited, as he had many plans for his three guests that were overdue to arrive in the Emperor's chambers.

Earlier that day.

In the town marketplace, an enterprising red-scaled raptor wearing the garb of an adventurer could be seen marvelling at the glorious architecture of the city streets, maw agape at how different it was from his homeland of Rissen. Most buildings were made of white or slate grey bricks topped or accented with golden highlights, and what wasn't gold or white tended to be red or brown, which was very different from the natural look of homes where he came from.

Back in Rissen, the dragons carved out huge dens in the mountains and adorned the front with what could be likened to the front of a house with windows and eaves and a porch, all made of natural coloured wood and stone. The non-dragon saurossins - including raptor types such as himself - built homes of the same materials, letting mosses and other vegetation grow on them to keep a natural look.

The capitol of Viokenic was about as stark a contrast compared to his homeland as he could imagine, with everything looking carefully planned and unnatural feeling while still being absolutely stunning to look at. Though he felt most comfortable in his home world, he had long since decided to become a nomad, travelling from one land to the next to soak up as much atmosphere and culture as he was capable. Normally he did swaths of research about a new land before visiting, but Viokenic was surprisingly shut off from the outside world and he didn't quite know why. This could have spelled trouble for him, but he had started out very cautious until he felt safe.

Luckily, currency was pretty much universal worldwide much the same way the common tongue was spoken virtually everywhere, so it wasn't like there were limitations moving on. He was coming to notice that things were more expensive in Viokenic, however, as the nation was apparently quite wealthy and it expected its citizens to also be wealthy.

"It's how many coins?" He asked the feline shopkeeper for confirmation. "I just want a kebab." He was standing at a relatively small little merchant stand that housed a grill in the back with a whole sealed container of chopped meat in a marinating liquid with an icy gem keeping it cold so not to go bad. The price he'd been quoted seemed quite high, but he was very hungry and eager to try the local cuisine, so he was willing to pay.

In response, the feline shop keeper responded with a thick accent. "Sir, I've got a kebab for you, but you must pay the coin. That'll be one point two silver." He explained with his paw out. "Tell you what, pay me two silver and I'll give you two kebabs. Deal?"

Mobius burrowed around in the coin bag that hung from his belt to grab two silver. "You drive a hard bargain, sir, but I like your style. Here's two." He handed over two coins, each silver. "And do you mind tossing some spice on it as well? I love it when my meat bites back."

"Oh yes sir, anything you wish, sir!" The feline agreed. "And how cooked do you like your kebabs? As a scaled one, I presume quite rare, like a savage beast?"

As he was caught up in the beauty of the city around him and the setting in which he'd been enraptured, he missed the subtle dig against him. "Reasonably well done, if that's what you prefer. I don't mind some pink but I am okay with you cooking it however you like to cook it. I'm here to enjoy the culture, not impose mine on you." As he spoke, he got out a scroll to write on, making notes of the cuisine he'd seen so far with particular attention paid to the aromatic nature of the spices on this kebab.

Minutes later, the feline gave Mobius two kebab sticks, each with a half dozen steaming chunks of pleasantly spiced meat on them. When Mobius had both kebabs, the feline turned to the next guest - an avian - who ordered two kebabs. "That'll be one silver for ya, mate!" The merchant said, a great disparity between what Mobius paid and what he was charging a local; this was his first hint that something was off and a great explanation as to why everything seemed so expensive.

He wasn't here to fight, he was here to observe and absorb culture; rather than cause a fuss he shrugged and ate the first chunk of cooked meat, savouring the flavour even as some of its juices dribbled down over his lip. "Wow that's really good." He said to himself, hoping that the merchant that sold it to him heard it. "I'd love another if they weren't so expensive!" Content with his subtle jab, he went about his way throughout the marketplace, observing the world around him and basking it its wonder before having a large purple quadruped dragoness clothed in rags approach him.

"What are you doing?" She asked, leaning in close enough that she could have taken his kebab. The look in her eyes made it clear that the meat had somehow attracted her, and that she was tempted to take a bite of it, but her expression made it clear that there were more important things at stake.

Mobius pulled away from her, thinking for a moment that she might actually be trying to steal his food. "What do you mean? I'm enjoying some local cuisine. What are you doing, acting all mysterious?"

"I'm trying to save you some hassle, my friend." She said, lightly prodding at the contents of his quiver, which held a dozen staves he'd been collecting over the year, each enchanted with a different spell. "I'm sincerely shocked that you've not been snatched by the eyes yet, carrying around an arsenal like that. Have you no sense of self preservation?"

"Not sure what you mean, fair lady dragoness. Am I in danger? I've not gotten that impression." He kept walking, somewhat hoping this peculiar female would leave him alone to enjoy the culture on his own without being harassed. However, something about the urgency in her voice told him that he needed to heed her words, so he didn't make an effort to put distance between them.

She glanced around, peeling her hood off her head to glance at the people surrounding them. "Look around. Tell me, do you see that there are very few in this region of the scaled variety?"

He followed her gaze to see that she was right, and everyone else in the marketplace was either furred or feathered; this did not strike him as odd. "Yeah, so? I'm just a tourist, and we scales aren't prominent in every nation, you know. Why is that a big deal?"

"Are you not familiar with the civil unrest in this region? Have you not done your research before coming to a land of which you are not familiar?" She grabbed him lightly by the shoulder and tried her best to guide him over to an alleyway between two buildings, only to have him resist.

Growing agitated, Mobius hissed at her. " I usually research plenty, but I wasn't able to before coming and I haven't made it to the local library yet - can't do much reading on an empty stomach and I've only been here a few hours. What is the meaning of all this?"

Her blank expression told a tale of frustration and pity. "Oh, you poor soul. No, you won't be able to find the information you need on a place like this in a library. I'm going to assume you're not familiar with the unrest between the scales and feathers of this land. I am not sure how much I can tell you under these circumstances, but our kind have been disappearing from these streets for weeks now, all under the watchful control of the Eyes."

"Scales are being abducted? Strange, I didn't get that impression from the loc-" He stopped mid sentence as he reflected on some of his first encounters upon entering the city, most of which came from felines who seemed genuinely shocked to see him but served him anyway. At the time he simply assumed that his kind weren't common, but in retrospect it appeared it was because he hadn't been taken or abducted yet. Clearly quite the conundrum.

She put her hood back on to cover her face - an act that seemed to protect her image well enough. "You see it now, don't you. Look, I should help to escort you out of this area before you get taken; do you have a hood or something or a way to cover that tail of yours? You might be able to pass as avian if you cover enough of your body and only show those talons of yours."

Something seemed unnerving to Mobius, so he wasn't quite content with the idea of just going along with this random dragon that had apprehended him. Sure, she seemed to be genuine and wanted to help, but something wasn't quite adding up for him. He'd seen the guards walking around, going up and down the many roads with their spears in hand, and they hadn't paid him any mind up to this point.

Mobius turned to ask her for more information, perhaps to trick her into giving away her ploy, when he noticed half a dozen guards all weaving through the crowd towards them. Proof enough that this dragoness wasn't lying to him, or at least he wasn't as safe as he thought he was.

"This is what happens when scales stick together. Come on, let's get out of here before they catch us. Get on my back, I'll fly us away!" She tore off her ragged cloak and tossed it to the side, spreading her wings wide while still being careful to not hurt any of the random passerby.

That moment made him trust in her just enough to hop on, but as he went to leap over her wing to land on her back, a thick-roped net fell on him from above, pinning him down with weights around the edge. High up on the roof of a nearby building he saw a hippogryph leaning over, another net in her hands; she must have been the one to throw it on him.

The dragoness panicked a bit and used her tail to try and peel the net off Mobius, but found it too heavy to move in time. However, her character showed itself as she refused to take flight without him, instead standing side to side with his prone body as though she were protecting him, a complete stranger. "Come at me, Eyes! I won't let you take-"

Two more nets fell on her from above with three groups of two guards bolting in from each direction, with Mobius still panicking and kicking. Both of the nets put together were more than enough to subdue her and it was clear that if she flapped she could break a bone, so she curled up tight with her wings close to her back as she growled and hissed at the equine and hippogryph guards that stood tall over them, while Mobius started plotting ways to get out of this situation.

"Oh, the Chief will have fun with you!" One of the stallions said as he covered Mobius in a burlap sheet, grabbing his talons and hoisting him up over the shoulder with net and sack still wrapped around him.

Soon thereafter the dragoness was taken as well, and the both of them were hauled or dragged all the way up to what he presumed was the palace dungeon to be tortured or punished. He didn't know much about this land yet and the dragoness hadn't explained much about what would happen next, but he knew what happened in dungeons.

Luckily for him, he already had a plan to escape.

Meanwhile, in a nearby tavern, another traveller by the name of Alistair was sitting back to enjoy himself, sipping on some wine while enjoying a show by the local bard. He had a plate full of meat loaf, potatoes, and vegetables in a pile next to his pitcher of wine, his feet up on the table. Though his race was not certain, his features most resembled that of an otter, even though there were some distinct differences between himself and what an otter looked like.

Performing for him and the rest of the tavern patrons, a gorgeous light-furred dragon could belt out ballads and sing with the grace of an opera singer, which went surprisingly well with the instrument heavy backup she had supporting her. Song after song, she impressed the audience with her blend of traditional vocals and her more operatic tone, so much so that the tavern patrons tossed coins at her!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this one goes out to Emperor Ceylon, may he hear our song, wherever he may be." She turned and looked to the band, speaking quietly to them to tell them what she was doing next. Then, after only a few moments she turned back to the crowd and held her arms out, starting her song with a voice so powerful she didn't need the aid of a megaphone to fill the tavern. The song spoke of the power of a god, and how that power might come down upon thine enemies, with hints of there being a war for skin, scales, feathers, and fur.

The lyrics spoke to Alistair, as he was able to pick up that the song wasn't as positive as her heavenly voice of the melody backing her might have indicated. In fact, he was able to quickly induce that this song was very much so one of anti-establishment, a subtle rebellion with lyrics that clearly denounced the Emperor without making it clear that was who they were referring to, which made it a wonderful bit of satire. He was hooked to the final words of the song as it died down.

What wasn't funny was when the doors to the tavern opened to reveal six of the Emperor's guards - The Eyes - blocking out the midday sun. They entered the tavern and fanned out, three going on one side of the stage and three on the other. This incited the singer to go into her next song, this one a far more generic and simple song about the glory of the land and the skies above; not religious, but had a lot of spiritual imagery in it.

During the song, all six of the Eyes waited patiently, blocking off the exit to either side of the stage while the singer did her best to not look nervous and continue her song, but her voice kept wavering to the point it was clear that she was worried. Perhaps the Eyes had heard her singing negative things about the Emperor, or perhaps they were here to take her away. Though she was furred, she was a dragon and therefore subject to the laws that had been put in place to all scaled creatures.

Alistair knew this because he had spend much of his day listening to some drunk prattle on about the way things had changed, lamenting the looming threat of war and the paranoia that came with it as an excuse for drinking all the time. Alistair remained a skeptic, so he cross referenced some of the data with other patrons to find that, yes indeed, scales were being abducted at an alarming rate.

This naturally concerned him, so he shoved his face full of meat and potatoes before downing the last of his wine to wash it all down. He got up from his booth - having already paid for his meal - to wave through the crowd and stand next to the closest group of fans that surrounded the stage. He wanted to see what happened, curious more than anything else.

As soon as the singer finished her song, four of the Eyes - two stallions, a mare, and a hippogryph - all surrounded her while the other two ushered the instrumentalists off the stage. One of the four whispered in her ear and she gulped heavily with a look of desperation on her face. This was clearly about to get ugly, and Alistair wasn't keen on letting that happen if he could help it.

He pushed his way forward to get closer, only to have the mare grab the singer by the arm, tugging on her violently, which in turn incited him to action. He immediately leapt up on to the stage and faked a drunk swagger, falling over into the singer with his head on her belly. "What are you...bitches...doing?" He slurred, trying to wrap his arms around the singer. He wasn't drunk, but he was faking it to feel them out for their levels of aggression. Of course, being that close not only to the singer who stood a full head taller than him but to the others who were at least two heads taller than her made him realize that he may have made a grave mistake. The Eyes were almost twice his height!

The hippogryph mare - the biggest and strongest looking of the four closest, grabbed him roughly by the arm and threw him to the ground on the stage, making the other fans scatter and leave the tavern. "This is none of your concern, drunk. Sachiko here has a date with the Emperor's Chief."

Alistair narrowed his gaze as he wondered what that meant exactly. He knew he had the means to help but was also curious to see what happened next, so he got back to his feet and leapt up to her again, voice affect once again slurring like a drunk. "Butpth I don't wannnaa schee her goooo! She'th My favouritses!"

Sachiko smiled warmly and patted his head, only to have him ripped away by the hippogryph and a burlap sack forced over his head and upper body, pinning his arms to his sides as he was tossed over her shoulder. From there, he was carried all the way to the palace while they escorted Sachiko the singer. Few words were spoken between the Eyes for the entire hour long trek, which felt more than a little unnerving to Alistair.

It wasn't until he finally made it to the palace - his destination - that he was properly informed of what had happened.

"What's taking them so long." Storm grumbled to himself as he got up off the throne and made his way to the door that two Eyes were guarding. He stepped out and addressed them both, knowing they were both part of the same collective mind controlled by Ceylon. "Where are my three guests, and when can I expect them in my chambers?"

The hippogryph mare stared at him, raising one eyebrow and flicking her ear. "What's the rush? They're in the dungeons and will be there until nightfall."

Storm slowly shook his head in disapproval. He was notably larger than either of the guards, but he didn't want to cause too much of a fuss because they - and all the other Eyes - were linked as one. If he did anything to hurt one such as smacking them upside the head for not doing as they were told, they could probably hurt him just as much as he hurt them. Of course, he wasn't that stupid and knew that, in a way, the guards were actually Ceylon and therefore slightly outranked him. Still, he wanted the prisoners in the throne room chambers, and he wasn't too happy that the Eyes weren't doing as commanded. They had an image of normalcy to maintain. "Fine, if you're not going to bring them to me, I'll get them myself."

He stomped down the halls, standing tall and head up as he did so, never once looking like a slouch as he did so. As commander in Chief for the palace, he demanded respect and got it, even from the Eyes. Unfortunately, the palace was set up in such a way that getting to the Emperor's chambers was confusing and challenging - a deliberate way to limit attempts on his life from the reptilian people who may have wanted him dead. From the door of the chambers, he had to go into the hall, down to the level below ground, around a bend, back up to ground level, and through a hall that surrounded the courtyard to enter the public throne room where meetings are held.

From there, he wrapped around the other side of the courtyard that mirrored the path, which took him to a stairwell that led to the dungeons, which were built in a square with a cross connecting each hallway. It was meant to be complicated in much the same way the palace itself was complicated.

Once in the dungeons, Storm passed by each cell until he saw each of the prisoners he had commanded to bring in. First, it was Sachiko, the gorgeous furred dragon singer; she was standing in the middle of her cell, glaring at him while Alistair lay on the cot next to her. Upon seeing this, Storm turned to the guard. "Why is she in a cell? Sachiko was not to be in the cell, she was to be delivered to the throne room. Get her out of there!"

The guard walked over with his keys and unlocked the door to the cell. "You said to bring them to the palace, and that they were your prisoners, you didn't specify." He grumbled, then pulled the door open and invited Sachiko to exit.

"Who's the other guy?" Storm asked, referring to Alistair.

"Some drunk who tried to attack us when we brought Sachiko in." The guard explained.

Storm rubbed his beak in thought. "I have no idea why you put him in with someone as gorgeous as Sachiko here, but let him out too. I'm sure I could find use for them. Sachiko, otter boy, could you stand over there for a moment, I'll be happy to get you both out of this dingy mess of a dungeon before long. I just have to see what else my guards brought me." He stepped over to the other cage that held the purple dragon and Mobius, hands on his hips as his wings fluttered a bit. "Well look what we have here. A raptor and a dragoness. Very nice. Tell me, what are your names?"

Mobius stood up from his cot and bowed. "My name is Mobius, and I fear there may have been a mistake. See, I am not from around here, and have no stakes in your quar-"

"There was no mistake, Mobius. I don't make mistakes. And you? What's your name?" He asked as he turned to the purple dragoness. He did take note that she had feathers down her spine, along her tail, and on many of her joints, which almost precluded her from his intentions but not enough to concern him. She should have been fine.

However, she didn't respond, instead she stood tall with her head held high and lips pursed shut. She stood taller than most, but was almost a full head shorter than Storm, which showed how large the Chief actually was.

"Come on, there's no need to be stubborn about this, I'm not what you think I am." Storm said.

She continued to stare, but eventually gave in after glancing over to Mobius to see that he was relaxed and didn't seem to be worried. "My name is Zephyr. I presume you are Chief Storm."

"That is correct! Come on, I'll get you out of here." He waved to the guard to get him to come over and unlock the cell, then glared at the guard as he did so while still talking to Zephyr. "You were supposed to be brought to the private throne room, not put in this dungeon, so I apologize about all this. I promise I'm not trying to perpetuate the myth that there's some secret war between feathers and scales. Anyway, come on and I'll explain." He stepped back and made a hand motion to urge them out.

Zephyr stayed in place and hissed at him. "You say that, you and I both know there is a-"

"No there really isn't. I don't want to waste my time discussing politics here, but I can assure you that you are not in danger, there is no conflict sans what you imagine for yourself, and I am not going to be executing you. So can you just shut your maw and follow me?" He started to walk away, snapping his fingers to get Sachiko and Alistair to follow him down the halls towards the stairs that led to the ground floor. As he stomped his way down the halls, he called back to the guards. "And this is why when I say they are my prisoners, it does NOT mean you put them in cells. These are not your prisoners, they are my guests."

Storm guided both Sachiko and Alistair to the top of the steps, where he waited for his other two guests, both of which showed up a minute later.

Mobius looked around to the castle with a wide grin, taking in the glory of the white brick and the red accents and the gold trim. "This is beautiful. And hey, do I get my staves back? Those are very important to my travels and they really help me get around."

"Of course. I'll have one of the guards get them for you and I'll make sure you have them by the time you leave." Storm snapped his fingers and informed one of the Eyes, which in turn told them all to collect the prisoner's belongings. "Anything else before we proceed?" His intense eyes shifted from Mobius to Alistair to Zephyr, and finally to the beautiful eyes of Sachiko.

None of the prisoners seemed to have any specific requests, except Sachiko, who raised her hand to speak. She said not a word until Storm nodded his approval. "So care to explain why you've had us all bagged and dragged to the palace dungeons if not as some sort of punishment?"

"Be patient, I'll explain when we get to the Emperor's chambers. Follow me, and please don't stray or delay. There would be consequences if you strayed from the path." He balled his hand up in a fist in a show of solidarity before stomping his way through the halls with each of them in tow behind him. He led them down the hall ways, through the public throne room, down the halls on the other side of the courtyard, then underground, and back up to the main floor where the two guards were standing by the Emperor's chambers. He waved them off, and brought all four of his prisoners in with him before sitting down on the throne, once again relaxing with one ankle up on the other and both hands resting comfortably on the arm rests.

Sachiko, Mobius, Alistair, and Zephyr lined up in front of him, in that order.

"So what now?" Asked Alistair. "What devious plans have you got in mind for us?"

Mobius was still wide-eyed looking around the room, while Sachiko seemed politely reserved and Zephyr kept her guard up, ready for a fight.

Storm slowly shrugged, gape-grinning as he laughed. "It's time for your going-away party!"

Each of the four prisoners stole looks of confusion at each other, unsure of exactly what that meant. Mobius was the only one who seemed to be happy about that, as he wasn't properly inundated with the local culture enough to realize how close he may have come to execution. To him, this was all some sort of peculiar local tomfoolery and he wasn't properly taking any of this seriously. He was no fool, of course - he'd made a living out of adapting to new locations - but mostly he just didn't feel properly threatened. From what he'd gathered, it felt more like people were all talk and no action.

Zephyr was the first one to step forth, eyes trained on Chief Storm. "So you're not going to execute us? No plans on feeding us to the naga of the depths? What is the meaning of this, if not that?" Her voice was growing increasingly firm as she started to get angry, both because she felt like she was made a fool and because Storm wasn't being clear with them.

It was Sachiko who laughed first, having figured it out. "He doesn't want to hurt us, he wants to literally have a party, a celebration. That's why he had the Eyes come after me, I am a talented singer and can bring energy to any party." She looked to Storm for clarification. "Right?"

He snapped his fingers and nodded, clicking his beak as he leaned off to the side, one leg over the arm rest. "Exactly. I have nothing to gain by offing any of you. I'm sure you would be delicious," He pointed to Zephyr, "But it's hard to keep a kingdom full of loyal worshippers if you keep killing them. Not a good plan for peace and prosperity."

"But we're scales." Zephyr countered, glancing over to the others. "What do you care about the loyalty of our kin? I thought only furs and feathers were of value in Viokenic ever since the violent coup of Domina Venosa's bloodline."

Storm stood tall over them, arms crossed over his chest as his wings started to spread; it was an attempt to look imposing without looking threatening. "We care. I care. The whole nation is one, a land of scales and fur and skin and feathers, if only the people would come together as well. The Emperor and myself have been trying very hard to get the people to accept that this land was founded on that unity, but that it was Venosa and her venomous kin that drove out the mammals and avians from this land many generations ago."

"You lie." Zephyr hissed as she lowered herself to the ground.

"No, he's not lying." Sachiko interjected. "I think that's actually true. I can't prove it, but what little I knew of history came from my own blood. I am both fur and scale, and I've lived in this land my whole life. There was a time that this land was one of unity, and I am the very proof of that."

Mobius pitched in as well with a chirp. "How poetic! I would expect no less from a singer. Do you write your own lyrics?"

"Some of them, most of them were done by my band." She shot him a look that demanded he drop the subject before looking to Storm. "And speaking of which, if you wanted me to sing for your party, why didn't you bring my band as well? They supply much of the background music to my lyrics, and while I'm talented, I-"

"I wasn't hoping for your vocal talents, I wanted you to use your throat for something else." He untied his loin cloth and let it fall to the ground, leaving him fully naked and exposed with the high light of the mid day sun cascading over his chest and abdomen. "I was hoping to have some fun before you all left." He sat back on the throne with his legs spread and swollen sheath resting gently upon a twin pair of his massive balls between his thighs.

Alistair cocked his head to the side, ears up as his tail flicked. "Where exactly are we going?"

Storm offered a dismissive shrug. "I don't care where you go, but these two will be leaving the nation until this diplomacy is rendered complete." He pointed to Zephyr and Mobius. "My intention is to give you safe passage to beyond the walls of the outer limits of this city so you can safely go about your lives. I know that if you stay here in the urban centre you will be assaulted and harassed and potentially injured." He shifted his finger to aim strictly at Mobius. "This one here, in particular, I'm shocked hasn't been stabbed yet."

Zephyr's eyes started darting around as she struggled with what to say next or how to respond. It was clear she wanted to lash out, or to say something, but Storm was being quite diplomatic and forthright with them. His courteous nature was making her rethink her opinion about the scum and villainy of the Emperor's entourage, which was hard considering she'd dealt with this prejudice for nearly a decade. Instead of going on a rant or tirade about the disparity between scales and other types, she just blurted out, "So why are you naked?"

"I said I wanted to party, didn't I?" Storm explained without missing a beat. He tossed a tiny little marble in a nearby torch that popped and released steam, filling the room with a musky aroma. "And it's that time of year for scales, so I don't think it's all that strange to indulge yourself, is it?"

Viokenic had always been a land of hedonistic tendencies, so sex and other forms of physical indulgence were things that was considered to be as casual as enjoying a meal together or camping. This was not by any means a strange request coming from the commander in chief, especially not the second in command to an Emperor who was known for his lewd tendencies and insatiable sexual appetite. Anywhere else and coming from anyone else, such a casual request would be too lewd.

Sachiko chuckled to herself and nodded. As a popular singer with a huge fan base, she was into the groupie scene and was just as open to casual encounters as anyone, as long as they were with the right partners. Commander in Chief and sexy gryphon warrior was about as high as she could get without doing the honours to Ceylon himself in this nation. Having quickly accepted the scenario, she smiled and wiggled out of her dress, letting it fall to the ground as she bit her lower lip. "So I guess if you want a party, you got the right group, didn't you?" She glanced back over her shoulder to look at the other three before mounting Storm on his throne. "Might as well enjoy yourself."

Mobius chirped happily and undressed with ease, more than happy to join in on the fun as he kicked his garments to the side and lightly leaned up to Zephyr. "Come on, no reason to be mopey. Clearly he doesn't want us killed or he would have done that beforehand. Now is the time to be adventurous!" Then, as though a switch had been flipped within him, he bent over into a more feral gait while he leaned into Storm and Sachiko, burying his muzzle up under her tail. This left both Alistair and Zephyr over on the carpet before the throne, confused and unsure of what to do next.

It was Alistair who looked over at her, smiling. "So, no reason not to join in, is there? I mean, everyone's having fun." He gave her haunches a gentle slap, and to his surprise her tail lifted up and her lower back dipped. When she looked around at him, her eyes were fluttering between desire and rage. "Everything all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, shaking her head off and lowering her tail between her legs. "I just couldn't help it there for a moment. I think that he might have put a pheromone bomb in the flame there." She sniffed at the air, each and every one of her feathers standing on end as she shuddered. "Whatever it is, it's having quite the effect on my inhibitions."

"So you're saying everything is fine?" Alistair leaned into her, close enough that he could feel her warmth even though he wasn't touching her. "You know, if those three are all having fun, I don't see any reason why we can't as well. You're a big girl, but I'm sure I could still satisfy you, if you'd let me try." He gave her another tap on the rump, this time kneading at her scales with his fingertips to walk over her rump cheeks towards the underside of her tail. It was clear he was happy to dive into the situation head first, since he had nothing to lose and couldn't say no to an impromptu party like this.

She lowered her body a bit as her breaths became deep yet ragged, each exhalation accentuated by a whimper. "This isn't fair." She said under her breath as her hind legs shifted apart. "I'm supposed to be angry, I'm not here to be used as a toy for some oversexed feathered fiend." Despite making it clear that she was trying to resist, her tail still raised itself, exposing her moist and dripping loins. Whatever it was that Storm had put into the air through that marble had done its job well and she was finding herself a slave to her natural desires.

Alistair leaned into her completely, pressing his chest up against her belly with both of his hands up on her flank, one under wing and the other still teasing at the back of her thigh. "Then don't be a slave to anyone else, don't be used as a toy. Use me. I don't mind offering myself to others if it means that they enjoy themselves." As he spoke, he walked two of his fingers around her to tease at her ventral scales, gingerly prodding at her flesh to see how she reacted while still keeping his eye on her head to see if and how she reacted.

The moment his fingertips touched her moist flesh between her haunches, she dipped her back and raised her head, the hesitation melting away in an instant. Her entire spine shuddered in waves as she leaned into him, happy to feel his touch. This sudden positive attitude was quickly squashed, however, when she reached around with her maw to grab him by the shoulder and yank him away from her hind end, pinning him to the ground and slamming her front talons on either of his arms. She bared her teeth as bits of her saliva drooled out onto him, chest heaving with her heavy breaths until she closed her eyes and shook off her trance. "S-sorry about that." She apologized with her eyes still clamped shut, but didn't step off him. Instead, she opened her eyes and her expression changed to a far more pleasant one, a smile across her lips and the emerald of her irises glowing.

Alistair felt like maybe he should do something about this, as her personality seemed to change and be erratic, but he was curious enough to let her continue. "About what?" He asked.

"For being so uptight with you. It's not your fault that things have been rough for me and my kind." She leaned down and pressed her lips to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with her lips one button at a time. "You're right, we should enjoy ourselves when we can, and if the chief is sincere then this is a safe space for the both of us. But I'm curious, how exactly would a little guy such as yourself satisfy me?" She pressed her lips to his lower belly, this time using her tongue to undo his belt and pull it off.

He took the hint and pulled out from under her front talons to take his pants off, revealing his partially erect member. "I'm sure I could find a way or two to please such a wonderful dragoness such as yourself." As he grabbed himself, his sheath peeled back to reveal more of his length, which was surprisingly thick for a creature his size.

Zephyr gave his member a gentle nudge before stepping backwards and crouching down low to the ground with chest on the carpet and hindquarters up and tail hovering over her lower back. "Well you'd best get to it, dear. Not sure how long these pheromones will work on me and I'll come to demand more than what you have to offer."

"Oh, I have a lot more to offer than just my cock." Alistair assured her as he rolled to his feet and slipped around to behind her. As he grabbed the base of her tail, it flopped down over his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze to keep him there, pulling him in closer so his loins were pressed tight to her plot. "Hey, I'll get there, girl, be patient." He chuckled with a gentle pat on her haunches. Though he was more than a little nervous about being with a dragon - all the scales he'd seen in town had so far been rather uptight - he couldn't help himself for long and had no problem grabbing his member to guide it into her.

A deep trill came from Zephyr as she pushed back, loins tensing and grinding against Alistair's hips as every feather of hers stood on end and her wings extended to press down onto the ground. "Show me what you've got, you sexy furred beast." She whimpered back at him, shifting her haunches to widen her stance once again. The motion parted her lips, revealing her arousal in the moist lavender flesh within.

Alistair licked his lips and ran his fingers through the feathers at the base of her tail, pulling and preening at them as he started to grind his hips, every motion pumping his member into her with the faintest sounds of slurping and slapping. By this point he had no real desire to talk, since that would just ruin the sensuality of the moment, so he just kept at her and matched her gyrations to get the most out of every thrust. Then, in an impassioned moment of inspiration, he nuzzled into the tail that was draped over his shoulder and chomped down.

She immediately dug all of her claws into the ground and clenched her loins tight with enough power to nearly push him out, the pressure bringing him so close to climax that he needed to pull out and let his cock tip rest between her lips. "What's the matter?" She cooed back at him, hips bobbing on his member in hopes of feeling it inside her again. "Why did you pull out?"

He grinned and gave her another bite on the tail instead of an answer, easing himself back into her depths as he did so. She was tight - much moreso than he'd have expected given that she was so much larger than him - but he still felt like he could offer her more, so he once again pulled out and slid his hand up between her thighs, fingertips sinking into her needy sex as he did so. "I have so much more of myself to give you, Zephyr." He said with conviction as he eased his fist into her.

Zephyr let out a deep rumbling growl as she pushed back, loins tight for a second only to loosen up and let him burst in with a pop. The moment she felt the bulge of his fist within her, she clenched down again around his wrist to hold him in place, hips gyrating down against him in an eager show of desire that told him she wanted more. The look on her face begged for his entire arm, and her feathers shuddered gently against his touch as her wings fanned out. No words were needed to tell him what she desired: him.

In order to better accommodate the dragoness, he got down to his knees and pressed himself up tight to her haunches, arm draped over her tail and cheek to hers. As he pumped his forearm in and out of her, he started to notice that she was so overwhelmed with desire and need that her lips were leaking enough of her arousal to form a puddle between her hind claws. This made him even more eager to please her, and his cock was firm as could be so he buried himself right to the elbow in the heat of the dragoness, roughly pumping in and out like a drake or stallion.

His increased vigour made her ears flutter and her lower jaw quiver, loins tightening around his balled fist to accentuate the pressure he put on her most sensitive regions inside. Despite her aggressive constriction of his appendage, he pumped harder and thrust deeper so that his every motion tenderized that one spot just inside that engorged with arousal when she felt her most need. As he kept at her, she tensed up tighter and tighter, holding her breath and curling her toes as the pleasure washed over her. A familiar and pressured lust built up in her loins, ready to burst the moment she gave in, her orgasm held off as long as she kept her depths as tight as they would go.

Zephyr tried so hard to hold off, but Alistair was persistent and strong to the point that she felt like her walls had been battered by two stallions and a drake all at once. In one quivering, full bodied shudder of delight, she dipped her back and pushed into him, loins bursting with the built up arousal to squirt all over his face and chest, soaking him from muzzle to cock with her arousal. Every scale on her body twitched and pulsed as the aftershocks coursed through her, a symphony of whimpers and chirps rumbling in her gullet as she looked back to give Alistair a sly grin.

Meanwhile, both Mobius and Sachiko enjoyed a more intimate time with Chief storm, as the pair were the more willing participants in his sexy party. In fact, Sachiko was so on board with the whole idea of casual fun that her enthusiasm rubbed off on her raptor companion. She caressed Storm's chest, teasing at his defined pectorals and grinding up against his belly all while Mobius kept at her, licking and nibbling gently all the while. The singer was happily straddling him with her knees down on either side of his hips while her gyrating loins were exposed to his plump royal purple member.

Mobius had buried his snout up under Sachiko's tail, nuzzling at her rump while getting a heavy waft of the musk billowing up from Storm's balls and sheath, which was shockingly pleasant to him. Though Mobius was not a feathered creature, he knew that the raptor bloodline shared ancestry with both scaled and feathered subsets, so it made sense that the gryphon musk was doing a number on his senses. Before long, he'd happily lost himself in the glory of Storm's aroma. The pleasant yet aggressive scent urged him to slap his tongue around, idly catching on gryphon sheath and dragoness scales alike, but that didn't bother Mobius one bit.

Storm grabbed at Sachiko's hips tightly enough that his claws stabbed at her flesh through her fur, allowing to force her downward onto his engorged sheath and the purple tip that prodded out. The moment he felt the heat of her lips emanating onto his length, he bucked his hip to plunge himself in, leaning in to bite at her neck as he did so. While the warmth of her flesh smothered his length, he was pleasantly surprised to feel a tongue cradling the divide between his balls and tugging at his sack before trailing up and teasing around the rim of his sheath. The extra sensation made him hiss in delight.

"Hmmm, yeah this is nice." Mobius said to himself as he closed his eyes and pressed in deeper between the other two. His cock was already slipping out of its slit, the tip drooling a concoction of precum and lubricant onto the ground before the throne. Then, before he could wrap his tongue around Storm's cock, the gryphon stood up while cradling Sachiko in his arms.

He held her close and stepped over to the nearby bed - this was Ceylon's chambers, after all - where he slammed her down and immediately bucked his powerful hips to plunge every inch of his cock into her depths.

Sachiko arched her back and let out a wailing cry of pleasure, grinding up into him as she felt his knot swell within her. She was shocked that he was going so quickly to that level of aggression, but quickly found out he wasn't doing it to finish quick as he tugged it out of her with an audible pop that coaxed a surprised chirp from her. "H-hey, warn me next ti-" He forced the half-swollen knot back into her again, shutting her up mid sentence as the lobes squished through her lips and expanded inside.

Mobius saw this first hand, as he had quickly dove into the bed next to them, eyes once again up under her tail and close to the sloppy mess that they were making together. He took this opportunity to lick at her lips and clean up all of the collective juices that were dripping and splatting away from where Sachiko and Storm met as the gryphon kept pounding at her depths, pulling his knot out and forcing it back in time and time again. Since this was a new angle, he was able to ease his snout up, cradling Storm's balls before giving them a long lick that trailed up to his tailhole.

"Well now, I see someone likes pleasing the chief." Storm said as he glanced back, grabbing his rump cheek to peel it away and give the raptor better access to his rump. "But I didn't say stop!"

"Aye, Chief!" He said, giving a salute before diving back under his tail to kiss and probe at the plump pucker, his tongue dancing circles around the rim before extending deep inside. Had it not been for the powerful musk that seemed to be billowing up from everywhere between the tail and sheath, he might not have been up for so enthusiastically kissing ass, but here he was, enjoying every minute of it. Of course, he had already completely forgotten about the little gem that had been tossed into the torch, which was in fact what was driving the lust of all three of the scales in the room.

Still, no amount of subterfuge or subtle mind control was able to stop Mobius from thoroughly enjoying himself, as he had no problem keeping his snout buried between Storm's rump cheeks as the gryphon pounded Sachiko. To keep his hands busy, he started rubbing up and down Sachiko's tail, finishing with his fingers lightly teasing at her pucker. He was just as much into pussy and cock as he was ass, but both of his partners were somewhat engaged with each other, and he couldn't find the opening to toy with, so he focused on what he could!

This all seemed a little more than overwhelming to Sachiko, who curled her toes in a combination of pleasure and slight discomfort. Storm's knot kept pounding at her, popping in and out of her with gradually increased ease until he had tenderized her enough that it felt to her like he didn't even have a knot any longer. She'd been mated with so roughly that her malleable reptilian flesh underneath had loosened up enough to take a cock as thick as a knot.

In an odd way, that was a massive turn-on for her, and she found herself quickly begging for more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pushing up into him while being sure to keep her tail base relaxed so that Mobius could continue to massage her. Everything was going remarkably well for her until Storm suddenly pulled out with a wet squelch and crawled around her to the side, leaving her swollen lips gaping and drooling their combined arousal.

She was not left feeling empty for long, as Mobius immediately dove in. With the absence of Storm around Sachiko's hind end, he was able to nuzzle right into the tender flesh and plunge his tongue into her, cleaning up any and all mess that was left even as he felt her lips slowly wrap around his muzzle. To most that would have been cause for concern, but given how much larger both Storm and Sachiko were compared to him, he felt that, even for a brisk moment, the only way he could truly please her was to use his snout to penetrate her.

His muzzle-fucking didn't last long, however, as she quickly clenched her pelvic muscles in such a way that he was forced out and her walls collapsed in his ejection, seemingly tightening right back up post knot-battering. Mobius gave one final lick before getting to his knees on the end of the bed to aim his member at her, happy to have Storm's sloppy seconds. Though that would seem like subjugation or submission to most, Mobius was a guest in this realm and he was sharing a wonderful local celebrity with the commander in chief; having his sloppy seconds was an honour.

"Whatcha waiting for, Mobius?" Asked Sachiko as she glanced down at him. She looked like she was about to urge him on further when Storm hovered over her, cock and balls soaking wet from her arousal and the dribbling fountain of his own pre-seed coating the underside of his shaft. She, hungry for every drop, halted her address of Mobius and took his cock in her mouth, sucking gently to coax more of his essence out.

The red-scaled raptor stood tall over her and grabbed at both her knees, lifting them up high as he covered her, cock sliding deep into her pussy with ease. He was quite pleased at the warmth of her depths, as he wasn't sure if she would be warm-blooded or not, but more importantly he was shocked at how tight she was. Perhaps she had plenty of experience, or maybe her reptilian flesh beneath the fur of her belly was just naturally malleable to the point it was more about muscle control than looseness of the skin and surrounding area. Either way, Mobius was more than happy to oblige her with a series of gentle but firm thrusts that quickly intensified to the mighty bucks of a stallion.

As he pounded at her with his thighs slapping hers and his cock throbbing deep within her, she struggled to keep Storm's member in her maw. The motions had her rocking back and forth, with her teeth threatening to scrape along Storm's shaft, so she made extra caution to ensure that only her lips and tongue touched, yet it wasn't enough.

Within seconds, Storm grabbed her by the fluffy ears and held her in place, ensuring she stopped the movements she was making as he started aggressively fucking her gullet. His cock tip stabbed at the back of her throat, nearly forcing a gag out of her time and time again until he heard the deep trilling sound coming from Zephyr followed by the juicy squirting that came with it. He immediately pulled out as a torrent of his seed erupted all over Sachiko's face, most of which she managed to lick up within seconds.

She nuzzled up under his balls as his member spewed more of his seed - a remnant of the brisk yet rough thrusts he'd given her throat. Still, she was nowhere near done with him, as she was more than prepared for more fun. Problem was, the paradigm was shifting a bit and the other two were finishing up, with Alistair now completely soaked from face to crotch with her slimy ejaculate.

Storm pulled away and hopped off the bed, sauntering over to Zephyr and Alistair while leaving Sachiko and Mobius on the bed. If he were a lover, that could have been insulting and rude, but since this was his party, it seemed more a result of casual whimsy and the desire to try new partners more than anything else. As such, nobody batted an eye when he gently stepped up to Alistair and stood tall over him with cock hovering over his head and bridge of gryphon mess stringing from his balls to cock tip. "So, having fun yet, traveller?" He asked Alistair.

"So far, yeah!" He gave Zephyr a bit of a smack on the haunches, making her whimper and raise her tail high. "So what's going to happen now that we're done?"

"Done?" Storm asked as he got a grip on Zephyr's tail. "I'm not done yet."

Alistair narrowed his eyes, glancing over to Mobius and Sachiko and back to Storm. "But you clearly finished already, didn't you?" He asked, referring to the thick cum that was dangling from the gryphon's still-swollen cock.

"You poor fool, you've clearly never been with a gryphon like me before." He turned away from Alistair and grabbed his member, aiming the semen-coated tip right at Zephyr's slit and plunged it deep, knot and all. The dragoness growled a bit at the berth of the gryphon's knot, but kept her head down as she grinned back at him, tail up high like when she was with Alistair. "I've got at least a dozen rounds in my chamber before I feel the need to call it a day."

Zephyr turned her gaze to him. "And do you plan on using it all on me?" Her voice sounded more like she was insisting than asking, as she seemed more than a little needy. When he didn't immediately respond, she pulled away from him, tugging her pussy off his cock with a wet squelch. She had already been plenty satisfied by Alistair, so she wasn't quite as needy as she had been even though that desire still ran through her. "Well?"

Storm looked confused. "Do you not want that?"

"Not really. We've all been brought into this situation against our will and it's quite odd that you've so callously decided to use us for your pleasure. Don't you have the slightest bit of self awareness at how peculiar that sounds?"

As she spoke, Alistair slipped out from near Storm and Zephyr to join up with Sachiko and Mobius on the bed. All three of them kept their eyes on the other two, with Sachiko rolling onto her side and Mobius holding her leg up, inviting Alistair to join in with them. He took note and leaned up so that he and mobius were shoulder to shoulder and cock to cock, both competing for space in Sachiko's slit.

"What's wrong with any of that, Zephyr? I told you as clearly as I could what my intentions were as soon as I could, you're not here as a prisoner but you are here as my guest." Storm held his cock in hand, squeezing tight between sheath and knot to ensure he stayed fully firm. "You're welcome to leave at any time, I only ask that you consult the Eyes to help guide you out so you may be spared the potential assault that the people here might give you."

She stood tall and proud, wings out and tail up as if she were ready for a fight, but her motions brought her closer to the torch that the pheromone gas had been released, and she got another strong whiff of it that ignited her desires once more. The dragoness retained her convictions, but once again found herself susceptible to his wiles. "I know, I know. I understand what it is you expect, but is it really so appropriate to dive into an orgy like this? Shouldn't you let us get to know each other and you before expecting us to participate?"

He stepped in close to her, standing as tall as she despite being biped while she was a far larger but not taller quadruped. "I don't expect anything of my people, but I hope they will agree that pleasure is pleasure, and that pleasure is pleasant. I desire to share some intimacy with you, and yeah that includes getting my dick wet." He stepped around her flank, trailing his finger down her spine with claws tickling at her feathers before ending up once again behind her.

While the gryphon and dragoness were both negotiating with each other, a different kind of negotiation was happening between the other three. Mobius was enjoying Sachiko's warmth, and he didn't want to let go of any of that so he refused to pull out even as Alistair wanted to join him. The two had a lovely awkward time squishing each other in together as Alistair wrapped both hands around both their cocks to squeeze them together while leaning into Sachiko until his own member slid in, achieving a perfect double penetration. The position was awkward, so they took turns thrusting, alternating pumps into her tender flesh.

"That's real good, boys." She whispered, not wanting to interrupt Zephyr and Storm.

"And if I say no?" Zephyr inquired, yet didn't move from her spot where her haunches were aimed square at Storm. "What happens then?"

Storm stepped up to her once again, cock still throbbing hard and fist balled around the base of the knot; he forced the tip up under her tail to test her reaction. "Well, that's up to you, but if you're going to be going on your way, now is the time. Once I start, I don't like to stop until I've finished." When she lifted her tail and spread her haunches, he took the invitation and slipped into her, both hands wrapped around her hips for leverage. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Like before, Zephyr squatted down a bit and started to gyrate her hips, relishing the girth of gryphon knot rolling around just within her tender swollen lips, trails of her arousal dribbling down his member and soaking his sheath and balls. She had no words to say to him, only actions at this time. Had she spoken, it might have once again taken her from the trance that was allowing herself to relax and enjoy herself.

Instead, both chose to grind against each other, rhythmically clenching and throbbing in time with one another as his cock stirred her loins. Together, they gradually increased the pace and depth of the thrusting, with Storm quickly coming to buck like a stallion into her, plunging his entire length knot and all into her before pulling it all out time and time again, his thighs slapping against hers.

While they were having fun, both Mobus and Alistair were still enjoying Sachiko's company and the pleasant massage her folds gave them both.

"I gotta say, Sachiko, I'm quite shocked at just you are both so very tight and loose at the same time." Mobius complimented, still leaning over her with the dragoness' leg resting on his shoulder. As he was the one closer to her front, he reached around to give her clit a gentle rub, trying his best to focus both on internal and external pleasure. "I don't suppose you have a reason for that, do you? Is it magic?"

She couldn't help but snicker at him. "No, darling, it's not magic." She smiled up at him and fluttered her eyelids. "I'm magical, but that's just how I am down there. It's a dragon thing. Don't think too hard on it, boys, just have some fun; this is a party, after all."

"Aye." Alistair said with a salute as he pushed in deep, relishing the sensation of Mobius' cock sliding against his shaft. The pressure and warmth mixed with the juices that were sloshing around inside her to moisten their cocks, creating just the right friction between them and her to have them both start grunting and pumping faster.

Most notably, Mobious was enjoying the double penetration more than when he was in her alone. Sure, she could have been seen as feeling tighter when she had twice as much in her, but at the same time he knew that really wasn't the case given how malleable her flesh had been. No, it was the firm rigidity of cock next to his that made him tense up and grunt heavily, the pleasure within him bubbling up to quickly capsize him.

Alistair saw this in his companion, but that didn't stop him from keeping to his rhythmic motions, increasing pace and vigor to keep up. Sachiko did the same, bouncing her hips off them as she clawed and scratched at the fabric of the bed.

For that brief moment, all five of them were thrusting and grunting and moaning in unison, their vocalizations and the guttural slapping and squelching of flesh on flesh a symphony of pleasure within the chambers of the Emperor. Then, as if one had set off a chain reaction, each of them found their climax in quick succession.

Sachiko went first, curling her toes into Mobius' neck as her loins clenched and she spewed her ejaculate all over him and the bed they lay on. She writhed in place, tail tip flipping and slapping around even as she bit the pillow, teeth digging into the fabric as she growled into it.

This sudden clench of her walls and the gooey mess she made triggered Mobius, who's thick cock plunged as deep as it would go into the dragoness, throbbing and twitching as he spewed shot after shot of seed directly into her womb. The pumping sensations and light thrusting of cock next to his only made his orgasmic bliss even more intense.

Naturally, Alistair felt the same way, as the pulsations of his penile partner and the mess of dragoness arousal and raptor seed put just the right bit of pressure and sensation against his head, which brought him to his own climax to add to the gooey concoction within Sachiko. Between all three of them, webs of seed and arousal burst in every direction, covering scales and fur from belly to inner thigh with the most aromatic of messes.

All at once, both Mobius and Alistair collapsed on Sachiko, with the singer whispering sweetness in their ears and stroking their heads intermittently.

Next to the bed, Storm and Zephyr had been getting particularly aggressive with one another for quite the lengthy session. While Storm was more than capable of holding off and extending his pleasure even farther, he figured a collective climax and cool-down period would perhaps bring the group of them together. After a particularly rough series of deep thrusts, he dug his claws into Zephyr's hips and let out a long, drawn out caw as his knot swelled even farther and the features of his member splayed out to tickle her from inside.

The resulting eruption of gryphon cum filled her womb with ease, the heat of it and the texture of his flesh triggering a third wave of gushing arousal to spurt out from Zephyr's lips and all over Storm on his lower belly, sheath, balls, and upper legs. She tried to collapse onto her chest away from him, but he kept his hands wrapped around her hips and came down with her, falling with her onto her side with knot still swollen in her.

All five of them remained in various states of exhaustion and desire, panting and breathing heavily as copious fluids were shared between them.

Then, from on his knees straddling a prone Zephyr, Storm looked up and gave her a gentle slap on the haunches - a playful tap - before addressing the others. "If any of you are hungry, I'd be happy to supply a meal in between. I can go all night and I think this here girl can as well." He offered only a tug on the feathers at the base of her tail to pull her into him, his throbbing cock pumping another few strands of his cum into her womb. "So if you want to stay, the party's alive and well. If not, well, I understand. Me, I'm going to give this here dragoness the attention she deserves."

Mobius pulled out and rolled onto his side, flopping out on the bed next to Sachiko, cock flopping over his thigh with a creamy stream of seed trailing from his tip to her loins and from her loins to Alistair once he pulled out and did the same. "I could use some fruit, if that's okay."

Sachiko stroked his hair once more as she leaned in to nuzzle his neck. She said nothing, but her eyes told the others that she was as willing as Storm and Zephyr to extend the festivities in spite of the political turmoil that had plagued them only a few hours prior.

Then, as if on command, the doors to the chamber opened with two of the Eyes carrying the effects of the four guests, including the quiver full of staves owned by Mobius and the jewellery owned by Sachiko. There was no shame here, even though the Eyes came in to see Storm still mounting Zephyr on the floor and the other three all cuddling on the bed. Alistair saw the staves, and of course his first suggestion was to use them and the spells on each other in a kinky way.

Storm and Mobius both enthusiastically concurred, with Zephyr and Sachiko both willing to try as well. A lot could be done in those chambers while the Emperor was out.