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Royal Rendezvous

Days had passed since Furia had last met with Princess Talba, and he had begun to get peckish. The original reason he had come from his home along the southwest escarpment and the orchard was to serve as protection for the caravan that would be shuttling the king and queen to the signing of a treaty, but through a series of inconvenient plan changes he ended up staying at the parliament castle while his mate Blue Bell went with the caravan. This wasn't bad in its own right because he did get to enjoy the relative safety of the castle, but it was boring and left him always worried about Blue Bell.

Mostly, he was bored out of his mind due to the fact that he was relegated to the stables with his dragon pet, Dik. The war was between Arrenthen - a mostly avian and equine nation - and Tehgol - an almost purely dragon nation - so Diks presence could have inspired unrest in the people. Despite being a feral beast laurossin with no political affiliation or loyalty, the people of Arrenthen wouldn't be too kind on any dragons being seen in the capitol, and this dragon in particular was loyal only to his new master, Furia. That's why Dik needed to be stabled at the castle until the treaty was signed, and why Furia needed to stay in the stables with him.

While the unicorn stallion was an honorable stud, and would do anything for those he loved, spending nearly a week in the stables alongside dragons, hippogryphs, and feral horses was starting to get on his nerves. The only high point in his visit thus far was when the princess herself, Talba Ebonoldty the hippogryph mare, decided to visit him at the stables. As an apology for insisting that his dragon be stabled, she offered herself to him and they shared casual passion in the stables next to Dik.

When she left him, drawn away by some furred dragon by the name of Jayri, she had whispered promises to finish what they started at the time of Furia's choosing, insisting that he 'call in a favor' the following day when everything calmed down. That was multiple days prior, and the calamity that came from signing documents, making announcements, and preparing the castle for the return of the rest of the royal family - including King Aurelia, Queen Otille, and Prince Vaulix - with a grand buffet had kept Talba so busy that Furia dared not ask for her time. She had more important things to tend to.

He was honor bound to the royal family, the crown, and the lands he called his home. He understood that, while he could ask for that favor to be fulfilled at any time, he felt that the image of the castle was more important than his sexual desires. For that reason, he spent much of the following days in the stables, getting to know the farmhands there, and helping with the chores. He could never be far from Dik for fear of the dragon causing a fuss and getting in trouble, so there he remained.

When he was helping to carry some buckets of water for the other steeds, one of the more prim and proper castle workers - a tall orange and brown chimera named Mikhail - came to the stables to look for him. "Sire Furia?" He called out, standing tall above the stable walls. He was quite the large gentleman, adorned in a silk vest and some dapper pants. "Furia? If you can hear me, the princess would like a brief moment of your time in the throne room."

Furia poked his head up and called back. "I'm Furia." He then gently placed the bucket of water on the ground and trotted over to the door where Mikhail was standing. "What does the princess ask?"

"Just that you meet her in the throne room. She didn't give me the details." Mikhail bowed, then motioned towards the doors leading to the castle proper. "So if you'll follow me, I'd be happy to take you there and to guide you; Dik can come too, since the treaty has been signed now."

Furia glanced back at his pet dragon, noticing some bits of straw and hay in his tail. "Should I perhaps clean myself first? Spending time at the stables has left me quite the mess and I'd rather not stink up the throne room. What about Dik, should I get him a leash?"

Mikhail shook his head. "I don't think any of that is an issue. The princess doesn't have much in the way of a sense of smell, and you're really not that bad. The stables here are cleaner than your average muck-stalls, so you're likely cleaner than you think." He then reached forth and plucked some hay from Furia's mane. "And to be honest, this is as simple as a nice brush down."

"Yes of course. Dik?" He whistled to his dragon, who easily hopped over the stall door to trot down towards he and Mikhail, his every step precise and well controlled to show just how well behaved and obedient he was, at least when in the presence of his master Furia. "Good boy. Come now, let's go see the princess."

Mikhail led both Furia and Dik down the long hallway from the stables to the throne room, passing dozens of armed guards, civilians, and other workers that Mikhail casually saluted towards including a northern fox and a tiny feline. Eventually, they emerged into the throne room behind the thrones themselves, so Furia hopped down the steps so that he was on the main floor looking up at Talba, with Dik following suit and coming to sit behind him.

Talba stood with a smile, spreading her arms to indicate a hug from afar. "Furia, darling, it's so good to see you again! Where have you been?" As she spoke, Mikhail bowed out, leaving just the princess, Furia, and Dik in the throne room with a few armored guards lining the walls.

"Princess, if I may, I've been in the stables caring for my dragon. Why are you asking that?"

"Ah yes, about that. I was waiting for you to come and see me again! Ever since I left you in the stables, alone and only partially satisfied, I expected you to come for me first chance you got!" She flopped back into her throne with her legs spread a bit, comfortable but covered by her silver and peach colored dress. Furia tried to glance up under it, but was disappointed to see that even from his vantage point he wasn't at the right angle to catch a glimpse at her undercarriage. "So where were you?"

Her response did take him by surprise. It wasn't often he met with royalty that was so laid back. "I was trying my best to respect your boundaries, princess. I understand that this is a very rough time for us all, and you likely had to focus your effort on diplomacy, bureaucracy, and public image. I didn't wish to interfere with any of that, and felt it would have been disrespectful to-"

"Nonsense." She cut him off. "If I tell you that you're free to call in a favor starting on the next day, I mean it. I don't say things I don't mean. Plus, I was in the most intense heat of my life, and would have sat on a bridge pillar if it meant satisfying my urges. Trust me, I'd put down whatever I was doing to spend some time with you had you just asked. So, I must inquire again, where were you?"

Furia was quickly growing wary of this back and forth, concerned he was being talked into a corner or tricked into saying something he didn't mean or would regret. He spoke very clearly and simply when giving his response. "I was in the stables, concerned for my dragon. We both know that had he gotten out of his stables to come looking for me, he'd have caused a fuss, and I didn't want to make any additional problems, at least not until the treaty was made official and his presence would no longer be deemed a threat by the people."

Princess Talba slumped in her throne and sighed heavily. "I suppose you're right. Being responsible sucks, and your delicious musk would have been quite the distraction." She clicked her beak and adjusted herself to try again, one ankle up on her knee as she looked down at Furia. "So I'm going to say this, and I want you take my words to heart. My parents and husband will be home sometime tomorrow - likely in the afternoon - so if you want to take advantage of my offer, tonight is the best time to do so. Once they return, I will be busy with nationwide tours, parades, presentations, and any other nonsense you can think about to celebrate the end of the war."

"Your highness? Are you insinuating that you don't want to do those things?"

"I didn't say that, just that they would make me so very busy. I won't have time to spend with you, especially since my needs will be satisfied by Vaulix once he returns, and I get a very distinct impression that you wouldn't wish to share me with another." She perked her ears with a grin, certain of her assessment. It was like she was directly reading the stallion's mind.

He bowed in agreement, nearly touching his horn to the ruby red carpet he stood on. "You are correct, my princess. I am not fond of sharing with others, but how did you know that? If I'm so willing to be with you, what made you think I wouldn't want to share? It seems a touch peculiar to assume such a thing considering my will and my desire."

"You're over thinking it, Furia. It's my job to know all I can about my subjects. I remember reading something in your file about some fight you got into when another stud tried to take Blue Bell without your approval. Other guy got beat up pretty bad. I assumed that meant-" She paused and rolled her eyes. "That's not important. Do you want to escort me to my chambers for one last go before my husband returns, or would you rather hold off and wait for another time?"

Furia had to think long and hard about that, because part of him felt reluctant to confess and discuss such things in front of no fewer than a dozen guards, but the other parts really wanted to enjoy the pleasures that the princess had to offer. In fact, he felt a swelling in his loins at the thought of being able to mount her once more, which told him all he needed to know about his decision making. "Your highness, I can't tell you what to do or how to live your life. All I know is that I'm indebted to you for all you've done to ensure the safety of myself and my dragon. You owe me nothing." He was trying to be as regal and posh as he could, but mostly just as an act to not let the guards know his intentions.

She snapped her fingers. "Very well then. If you would, come with me and I'll escort you to your new chambers, where you and your mount will be staying until your mate and the rest of the royal family return." Talba got to her feet and stretched, smiling as she turned to walk towards the same hallway that Furia had come from.

"Yes, princess." Furia responded, then turned to Dik to tilt his head towards her. "Come on, boy." He followed with his dragon in tow, keeping pace a few meters behind the princess as she briskly made her way down the hallway. Then, about halfway between the throne room and the servant's quarters, she stopped next to a massive twin red door with black buckles and straps on it.

Princess Talba looked at Dik, pointed to the ground with a snap of her fingers. "Sit." She commanded, and Dik obeyed. "Good boy. Now stay."

Furia was shocked that Dik had done as he was told from someone other than he or Blue Bell. Nobody had ever told his pet what to do before where he actually listened. Shocked, he glanced back and his horn started glowing blue, an indication that he was on high alert. "P-princess? How did yo-"

"I'm good with mounts, steeds, gryphons, and other beasts. Plus, you're here and you trust me, so he trusts me by proxy. It's complicated saurossin behaviour, but he wouldn't listen to me if you didn't trust me or have faith in me." She then turned and waved her hand over the lock of the door behind her, stepping into the room and inviting only Furia in with her. "Follow me."

He did as commanded as he kept his eyes on Dik, wondering how obedient he would remain standing watch outside the door without him there. For a moment, he wondered if this was the special quarters that the princess was offering him as thanks for his stay, but as he crossed the door frame to get a better look he was shocked at how beautifully ornate the room looked. The walls were covered in a light salmon drapery, with golden chandeliers and candle holders all around. The bed was massive, with a tall canopy and semi-transparent gossamer sheets dangling from its edges, bright red and gold blankets upon it. The entire room was lightly furnished with dressers, plants, and other amenities.

"Is this our chambers? Why can't Dik come in with us?" He asked, starting to feel defensive.

Talba laughed heartily with a gaped beak, feathers on her upper half all standing on end. "Oh skies above no. The guest chambers are nice, but not this nice. No, these are my chambers."

A grin lightly peeled at Furia's lips as he came to realize what that meant. He had been coaxed into joining her for some fun without making it so clear to the guards that this was where she was headed. He still played coy, though. "So what exactly am I doing in your chambers, princess?"

She stepped away from him, sensually swaying her hips as she let her dress fall off her shoulders and onto the ground, leaving her wearing only light peach panties covering her groin. "You are right, I don't truly owe you anything - at least not in the grand scheme of things - but I am a mare of my word and I promised you we'd pick up where we left off a few days ago." She made it to her bed and bent over with her tail up, plump and moist vulva creating a distinct shape in her panties that was darkening with her arousal. "And since then my mind has rarely strayed far from the memory of your cock and how well you pleasured me. I felt, if only for a few minutes, as Blue Bell feels every day."

Furia felt the familiar swell of his cock unfolding from his sheath, already moist with precum and natural lubricant. "I see. But your highness, I am but a humble servant to your empire; if you desired something from me, then you could have asked at any time. I'd never decline my future queen."

"I understand that, Furia, and I respect you for it." She slid her hand between her thighs to prod at the bulge in her panties, soaking the fabric as a single digit parted her lips. "But I've been so busy over the last few days that I was just waiting for someone to barge in and take me. Demand satisfaction from me. I may be a princess, but my heat is lingering strong in its final days and few things satisfy my needs as a stallion can. You also have to remember, I don't like asking or demanding things of my people, as a princess I serve the people, I'm not a tyrant."

He lowered his head in a respectful bow. "I'm glad to hear that, but I'm still not in any position to tell you what to do. I'm a military stallion, not a politician." He smiled and laughed as the last of his cock emerged from his sheath, the thick shaft of it dangling near to the ground. He tried his best to not let too much of his arousal trickle out and stain the carpet, but what he knew of the princess was that she likely made quite the mess and didn't mind. "So don't be afraid to command me. I give you permission? I don't know how to better say that, so I give you permission to command me as you will."

Talba's panties were soaked through, now, making them semi-transparent to the point he could see the distinct texture of her mare vulva throbbing out against the fabric. "I'm glad to hear that. And if that's the case, then get your ass over here. I need you." She hooked her finger around her panties and pulled down, tugging them with ease while revealing her peachy vulva and the thin strand of her arousal bridging from her clit to the fabric. A drip of her fluids landed on her fingertip, so she licked it off as she stepped out of her undergarments, kicking them to the side to become fully exposed.

Furia was not one to deny his future queen, as he'd made clear, so he stepped forward and leaned into her, nuzzling at her haunches and lipping at the base of her tail, playfully tugging and nibbling to tease her. His cock was fully hard already, and he was dripping his own precum all over the carpet and splashing around with every tensing of his loins. His mind had went from stoic and proper to lewd and dominant within mere seconds as his stallion instincts took over, the smell of her mare estrus coating his nostrils and driving him to the level of need that had accumulated over the past few days.

The stallion had been in the stable tending to his dragon ever since being cock blocked by Jayri, and hadn't been granted release since then. As he was now keenly aware, he could have asked for it at any time from the princess herself. In retrospect, he probably could have asked any of the stable hands or castle servants, too - he had seen how Mikhail had glanced under his belly to get a peek - so he had options. The only reason he'd been pent up was for his own honor.

Typical Furia. Still, he was being presented to by the princess of Arrenthen, a hippogryph mare with tail up and legs spread, plump vulva coated in her arousal and clit winking every few seconds to force some of the fluid out of her depths and down her inner thighs. He'd be a fool to waste a second.

Just as he was about to rear up and mount, she reached back up between her thighs to slip a finger into herself, rubbing at her flesh and collecting some of her arousal in her palm to smear it over her plump anal flesh and soak her from tail to clit. She was so needy that the lubricant was slimy and thick, creating viscous webs from every digit and her vulva as she moved. Before Furia could do his mount, she turned and stood tall, nibbling at her digits to taste the fluid on her fingers. "What's that I smell?" She asked, sniffing the air, beak agape and eyes showing her sensual desire.

Furia snorted and leaned into her, pressing his snout up against her chest as his hot breath tickled her belly and loins. He didn't speak, for he worried that it might ruin the moment.

"I see. I see." She chirped at him, rubbing him behind the ears and down the neck while plucking strands of hay and straw from his mane. She knelt next to him and nuzzled into his flank, preening at his fine hairs with her beak tip as both of her free hands slipped under his belly to squeeze at his length, lightly stroking up and down while using her own fluids to lubricate him fully, finishing by cupping his cock tip in her palm and squeezing. Her other hand reached up to cradle his balls - gently, of course, for she wasn't planning on harming him - giving them a gentle tickle as she pulled his cock tip up to her gaping beak, tongue out to lap at the source of his dripping precum.

He nervously stepped back, worried about what oral with a beak would be like. He didn't want to offend her or decline her, but he couldn't get past the very rational concerns about beaks and genital flesh. His member retreated a bit, shrinking in her hands while forcing out a thick stream of his precum.

"Everything alright?" She asked, still lightly squeezing and tugging at his shaft.

"Yes of course your highness, I just-"

"Just what? Afraid of a beak?" Her tone was both compassionate and mocking at the same time.

He nodded. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. Afraid isn't the way I'd describe it, but I'm really not too keen on the idea of a beak job, as it were. I hope you're not offended."

Talba gave another light tug and squeeze as she laughed at herself. "Not offended, but a little disappointed. I really, really want to have a taste and I know you're delectable." She leaned in with her tongue out, the tip lightly caressing his member to sample his flavors. Once she was done with that, she got back to her talons and stood tall behind him, one hand between his hind legs to rub his sheath and the base of his cock from behind while her wrist cradled his balls on either side.

"So what are you doing back there, then?" Furia asked, tail instinctively flagging. He was still in that mode where he was kinda curious about anal but very, very picky about who touched him there.

She brushed his tail to the side and came to rest with both of her forearms squeezing his haunches as her thumbs both pressed up against the underside of his tail, keeping it away from his rump flesh. It was clear where she was going and what she was doing, but Furia was still waiting to decide if he wanted it, which is why he didn't move until her tongue made contact with the flesh there.

With one jerking motion, his tail pumped down to shield his rump as he kicked away, galloping a few strides to put some distance between he and her. When he clopped back to be near her, he lowered his head in shame. "Sorry about that, I just-"

"Not ready. I get it." She said with a wink. "Maybe one day, but not today. No need to apologize for that. I sensed you might be keen on anal play in both ways, but I see now that's not the case. I can sense in you that you're eager to fill me, but don't want for me to do the same. I can respect that." She smiled and walked past him, leaning over the foot of her bed with tail raised high and grin on her beak.

Furia huffed and nickered to himself, a little ashamed at his aggressive refusal of her touch, but the more he thought about what she was doing, the clearer it became that he wasn't prepared for such affections. He didn't want a tongue probing him, at least not on this day. Perhaps not any day.

"You don't mind if we just get to it?" He asked, situating himself behind her with one hoof up on her haunches. "I am happy to give you the courtship you deserve, I'm not the type to mount and ditch, you know." Internally, he added to himself, 'not like you, evidently', referring to her teasing of him in their last encounter.

Talba scoffed gently as she raised her tail high again, spreading her legs to expose herself fully. "I know, I understand, but sometimes a mare just wants to be mated hard, deep, and fast. So quit being so hesitant. Take me as if I were Blue Bell, but harder. As hard as you can. Trust me, I can take it." She offered him a knowing wink and a smirk as she reached back and grabbed at his hoof, tugging at him.

Her actions helped to trigger Furia's mating instinct, coaxing him forth. Between her estrus scent, the tug on his ankle, and her honeyed words of assurance that she wanted it rough all combined with her leaving him needy last time made him want to test her limits. Princess or no, she was literally begging for everything he had to offer, and she might regret that.

The sudden swell in his self assurance and dedication engorged his member to full mast within seconds, accented by the light sound of his length slapping along his belly and sloshing his fluids onto his fur there. He reared up high and landed heavily on her bed, using that as leverage while his member throbbed and spurted precum all over her lips and haunches. He snorted and grinned at her, blowing his hot breath on her mane and hair as he bucked his hips, aiming wildly.

She was a bit shorter than he was expecting, so most of his jabs and thrusts missed by having his cock gushing all over her lower back and the base of her tail rather than between her thighs or all over her vulva like he would have preferred. With another grunt and a lower aim, he tried again only to miss repeatedly. This was frustrating at first, for his cock was fully engorged with veins throbbing and precum pumping out of him with every motion, but was not finding its mark or plunging into her.

Talba realized this, and rather than let his bucks go to waste, she reached back and grasped around until she found his cock, squeezing her hand around the neck of the head and aiming it up under her tail. With his next thrust, she made sure the partially engorged flare was pressed right to her cunt, popping into her with ease as he plunged half its length into her. Satisfied, she reared her head back and tensed up her loins, squeezing and winking around his length in a tight constriction as a gentle trill escaped her beak. The princess even pushed back against him, eager for more of his cock to fill her.

But Furia had something else in mind. Though her sex was snug and hot to the touch, just like he wanted, he had plans for her that involved finishing what he started.

He stepped forward, shifting his weight on his hind legs to buck hard and deep, his cock tip slipping through her depths and poking into her gaping cervix to plug her womb. Once he felt her lips winking and squeezing near the base of his member, he gave a few more shallow thrusts and eased his way backwards, once again slipping almost entirely out of her to leave only his flare resting just beyond her supple vulva.

In response, Talba winked her clit at him followed by a deep relaxation. She was expecting him to give her the deepest, hardest thrust he could offer, but didn't realize he was preparing for something else. She was surprised when he pulled back just enough to barely slip out of her, the combined fluids of her arousal and his precum trickling over her clit as he throbbed and lightly grinded against her.

The stallion was very careful to not pull back too far, because if he lost his aim again he might have to rely on her to guide him back under her tail. Instead, he offered a light twitch of his groin followed by the slightest of hip movements, lifting his shaft up ever so slightly to come and rest between the posterior end of her vulva and the underside of her tail. Another spurt of his thick, equine precum soaked her pucker so much that it changed colors and wept their unified arousal over her lips. He barely had time to notice the grin she offered him before he arched his back and plunged every inch of his length into her tail hole, engorged flare and all!

"Hnnnnnngph!" Talba grunted as she grasped at her blankets, backside tensing up as her pucker twitched and squeezed his length. Her bowels quivered in delight as her beak chattered and clenched.

"You okay?" Furia asked with a sultry tone. He cared, but he also wanted to test her limits for daring him to go as hard as he could. Even with his pride lightly scraped, he was holding back.

She grunted in response, pushing back to ease herself even farther onto his cock. By using what leverage she had from the bed, she was able to wiggle her way backwards and swallow every inch of his massive member under her tail, squirming and twitching with rhythmic consistency. "Why do you ask, Furia?" She inquired with a click of her beak. "I told you to go hard, and you went hard. This isn't discomfort, this is pleasure." She winked up at him with her emerald green eyes, then flopped onto the bed while nibbling at his foreleg, playfully asking for more.

Furia was genuinely impressed with her. He knew she could take a lot - he felt that the first time he ever slipped under that tail of hers - but He still went hard and she asked for more. Stunned, he stayed in place as his length throbbed, pumping precum into her depths as he prepared for his next thrust. The warmth and snug fit of her passage was quite inviting and he didn't wish to leave her depths, so he shifted and relaxed until his flare was plugged just inside her, tugging on her pucker and distending it a bit while her arousal trickled out her pussy over her clit.

He sniffed at the air again, grinning as the taste of her estrus formed in the back of his throat. Her desire was so thick that he could feel it growing inside him, urging him forth once more. With another deep and powerful thrust, he plunged every inch of his length into her rump, slamming his thighs to hers as the internal pressure forced sputters of lubricant out over his balls and belly. The tight rim of her anal flesh stroked him expertly, squeezing and rubbing him up and down his shaft with every vigorous thrust, intermittently clenching as his flare threatened to pop out.

The unicorn stallion grunted and nickered in delight as his cock pumped in and out of the princess, the relative lack of lubricants making for a friction rich experience, heating his junk while keeping just slick enough to ensure that they both felt nothing but pleasure. He slammed his hips to hers, tensing his loins at the apex of every thrust, the urethral ridge pulsing out as he filled her with his precum and lubricants. To his delight, he felt her nether regions twitch and clench with every wink of hers, each followed up by the light splash of her squirting pussy leaving a mess on the ground under them both. This only made him buck harder, thrust deeper, and take less time in between each motion.

To his surprise, she started matching his every move to take more flesh from him. When he bucked, she rocked back and dipped her lower spine just right to press her rump to his sheath, flesh swallowing his and clenching down to constrict his entire length. She aggressively reached back between her thighs to rub and squeeze at her winking clit, spreading her lips apart in a vain attempt to urge him back into her sex, but he was too deep and too aggressive to stop.

Furia grunted again, arching his back and thrusting as hard and as deep as he could muster, the weight and strength of him shifting the bed beneath him as he slammed his thighs to her hips. He felt the pleasure of an oncoming climax bubbling up in his loins, surfacing in an aggressive eruption as each and every muscle in his hindquarters tensed up at once, pumping her full of stallion seed deep into her bowels. His thick shaft throbbed and pulsed with each ejaculation, expanding and stretching her flesh in glorious fashion until the creamy essence of unicorn stud started sputtering and escaping.

Satisfied, he slowly shuffled backwards as his cock softened and drooped down. His retreating member left a slimy, creamy trail of his seed trickling out of her rump, soaking her lips and coating both their genitals. He was about to hop off her and leave her be when she reached back and started stroking his softening cock again, using his seed as lubricant.

Furia wasn't going to protest this, as the aftershocks of pleasure were still coursing through his loins to jettison tiny spurts of cum all over her palm. He stiffened back up immediately and enjoyed a new moment of pleasure as she fumbled about and struggled to press his cock tip against her pussy lips. This time, she wanted to feel him swell inside her and pump her full of his seed. She loved anal, but nothing compared to old fashioned mating. The flesh was more supple, better lubricated, and ended with the glorious clench of cervix leading to her womb.

With another intense buck followed by a full bodied tension, Furia slammed his hips to her once more, his twice-erected cock plowing through her depths to pop into her womb with ease. It was clear that the anal assault had loosened her up in ways that only a stallion could, because he barely felt the telltale constriction of cervix trapping his flare in her depths as he felt himself rise to his second orgasm inside her.

The pleasure still tingling through his body brought him to a sequel of a climax that was just as big, just as intense, and just as voluminous as before, painting the walls of her womb and spurting out past her depths to mix with the creampie dribbling out from her rump and over the sides of his shaft. As his shaft pumped and his urethral ridge expanded, he felt her winking clit giving his underside a proper massage, twitching and shuddering against his touch while constricting in waves to keep as much seed inside her as possible.

However, Furia was still a stallion, and despite having given her two intense, brisk sessions in a row, he was temporarily spent. Once again, his cock softened and pulled out as he stood in place, his body pressed heavy against her back while she gave his foreleg a nuzzle and nibble with her beak. Seed sputtered out from both holes, mixing in a pearlescent mess before splattering on the ground between them both, soaking into the carpet in the process.

Before the stallion could hop off the bed, Talba slipped backwards while still under him, getting into a squatting position while leaning her back against the foot of her bed. She grabbed and cradled Furia's cock with one hand, balls with the other, then brought the tip up to lick and suckle it, tasting his essence mixed with hers. Like before, she opened her maw to slip the soft tip inside, but this time was met with no resistance so she gulped it down, the girth forming a bulge in her throat.

Furia's post coital afterglow made him a bit more receptive to Talba's beak, as it was clear she was insatiable for what he and only he could offer her. While Vaulix may have been a perfect fit, he could tell from her ravenous, cum-hungry attitude that there truly were no partners as perfect for her as a stallion. He didn't get hard again - two shots in less than ten minutes from each other was a lot even for him - but he did feel the lingering aftershocks of his orgasm pumping more semen deep into her throat, all of which she hungrily swallowed.

When she pulled his cock out of her beak, she gave him one last lick before lightly patting him on the flank to tell him to get down. She nearly collapsed in place as she slid down onto her rump.

He did as commanded, rearing up and shifting his weight off to the side in order to not land on her as his cock retreated into his sheath - fully, this time. His mane was still a bit of a mess, but that didn't stop him from tossing it with a posh look on his face. "Your highness." He said with a bow.

She clicked her beak and nodded, smiling at him. The princess was sitting on her rump at the end of her bed, one knee up and the other laid flat out to the side to give Furia an easy look at her creampied, cum-leaking loins. "Furia." She responded. "Thanks for that, good to know I can count on you if I ever need a partner." She struggled to get up, knees wobbly and chest heaving as she chirped. "I'd love - absolutely adore - if when Blue Bell comes back, the two of you go on a double date with the prince and I. Who knows what could happen? All I know is that I'd love to be acquainted."

Furia hoofed at the floor while keeping his head held high. "I'll have to talk to her about it, but don't forget you still owe me a favor." He offered a cocky, playful grin.

Talba chirped as she cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean? Wasn't that the favor?"

He shook his head at her, stepping in close so that he could give her cheek a nuzzle while he whispered in her ear. "I didn't ask for this, you begged me. If anything, you owe me two favors now, since I've done two favors for you." He was mostly joking, since he now knew that the princess had a jovial side, but was cut off from elaborating on that when he heard a scraping at Talba's door. "Sounds like my Dik is waiting for me. Thanks for the good time, princess, but I must tend to my pet. I'm sure you understand."

The unicorn stallion gave her a wink as he turned tail, trotting away to meet his dragon, leaving Talba alone on her bed, naked and leaking his seed all over the floor.

Princess Talba knew he was right, and was already dreading what sort of favor he could demand. She had made it very clear that she had every intention of fulfilling her promise to him, and she wasn't going to back out. She just hoped that it involved that cock of his.