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Conflict Between Worlds 3 Honor of Nobility

That first night was certainly an interesting one for Melvar and Ceylon. As the sun set, the two watched from atop the cliff, waiting for night to fall. Problem was, neither of them wanted to sleep. Melvar had too much energy and Ceylon still wasn't sure she could trust him to not bolt off in the night. Rather, she curled up with her tail and wings wrapped around her form, one eye kept open to keep an eye on the visitor from another place.

Melvar, however, didn't really do anything. He sat at the edge of the cliff, looking over the vast plains, lake, and jungle below him. He didn't sleep at all and showed no signs of fatigue through the night. He didn't attack Ceylon, nor did he fly away.

Luckily, missing a night's sleep was only a mild inconvenience for Ceylon; she could go days without before it would catch up with her.

The next morning, after many hours of a night that threatened to be tense but never did, Ceylon finally 'woke up' and insisted they carry on. She did her best to hide her surprise that Melvar was still around and hadn't left on her. There was a huge, swelling desire to prod into his mind to find out what he was thinking and what urged him to stay, but she'd made a promise to him and had absolutely no desire to break that promise and incite another battle with him.

"Which direction is Arrenthen?" Melvar asked. There was a massive mountain range in front of them dividing the horizon. On to the west was a great plain and desert, a spattering of bush circling it. To the East, a grand, spanning rainforest of green, blue, and red.

"It's to the east, that way. I'm not sure how good your eyes are, but you might be able to see her castle right there. Will take about an hour or so to get there by wing." She got in close to him so that their eyes were at about the same level so she could guide him to the tine speck of black poking out from the canopy. She was careful to not get too close, for fear of invading his personal space, but Melvar leaned into her so their shoulders were touching in order to get a better view, surprising her.

"Then we are off. Guide the way." He nodded and kicked off the cliff, spreading his wings to capture a small gust of wind, gliding off into the distance.

Ceylon offered a nod of approval before jumping off with him. Her smaller form allowed her to catch up with him quickly, her wings were more agile and her body smaller. She flew along side him, dipping and diving around, doing barrel rolls and other aerial tricks as he kept flying in a straight line, eyes on the horizon.

Melvar's apparent disinterest in flight games disappointed Ceylon. She liked dancing in the air with other gryphs, not just flying in a straight line. To her, flight was more than just a way to get places; flight was fun, it was an adventure and a game all at once, not just a commute.

She tried to edge herself in closer to him - careful to not have her wings hit his - as she nipped at his neck from below. He unfolded his front talons to push her away, not wanting to play with her. Quite disappointing, indeed.

After about half the trip, Ceylon decided to give up on having fun with Melvar; she worried if she kept prodding and poking at him, he'd get angry again and claw at her in the air or kick her. She didn't want that, so she fell in line just barely ahead of him, leading the way to Arrenthen.

They passed over the great triquatic lakes and kept high in the sky as the vast jungle skimmed by beneath them. Ceylon kept her eyes trained on the ebony stone castle that was poking out of the tree tops next to one of the Arrenthen lakes.

From there, it didn't take very long to reach the city.

Castle Arrenthen was the capitol city of the nation of Arrenthen, with the castle itself a massive monument stabbing through the cover of trees that blanketed most of the nation. Around it, an urban sprawl that housed hundreds of thousands of citizens, with farmland wrapped around the lake to supply the population. Two definining features of the city were the castle itself and a long, wide landing strip that bridged the gap between the front gates and the shore of the lake that also served as the major marketplace and business center. There, hundreds of merchants and farmers peddled their wares, selling goods and services.

Ceylon dipped her wing and motioned for Melvar to follow her to the landing strip, so he did. The two landed next to each other only a few dozen meters from the massive golden gates to the castle. Around them, dozens of felines, avians, and equine citizens continued about their work, mostly ignoring them. Some of them recognized Ceylon and offered some encouragement.

"Seems you are familiar to these lands." Melvar noted, muttering gently to Ceylon.

"I told you, I know the area, Talba is the queen of this nation and a good friend of mine. I shall go talk to her. You stay here and wait." Ceylon turned to the castle gate, but was stopped by Melvar.

"I'm not remaining behind. You brought me here to see the queen ruler of this nation, I am going to see her." He growled, puffing out his chest feathers. Many of the random passerby opted to step away since it was clear he was getting angry again; the gem on his forehead was glowing and nobody wanted to risk the danger of a violent foreigner.

"No, you stay here for now. I will talk to her, she will come out to collect you. I assure you this is for the good of all people of Arrenthen. If you meet her before I have time to properly introduce you, she may prod at your mind, same as I did, and I know you wouldn't like that. So let me talk to her, first." Ceylon had to lean in close and explain in a hushed whisper, doing her best to keep her voice from alerting the shoppers of the market.

Melvar didn't seem to keen on the idea of having another mind prodding about in his. He flared out his wings and widened his stance. "If she does, then I will show her my powe-"

"Exactly." Ceylon patted him on the forehead just below the gem, interrupting him. "I will go talk to her and we will be back in a few minutes. I promise. Just don't do anything violent, please?" She turned and trotted away, tail high to show the dark flesh of her vulva, a sight that would surely pacify the hippogryph at least for a few minutes.

He didn't seem too keen on the idea of being made to wait, but at the same time, he hated the idea of having another arrogant deity prodding around in his thoughts even more. He was left disgruntled, but compliant as he watched Ceylon walk up to one of the two equine guards that were on either side of the massive double gate to the castle. He couldn't take his eyes off her shapely rump and the glistening black flesh under her tail. It was gorgeous.

"I'm here to see the queen." Ceylon informed the guard.

"Always a pleasure, Ceylon. Who's the hippogryph?" One of the guards asked, pointing a polearm blade towards Melvar.

"He's a guest. I'm going to go talk to the queen before taking him with me."

"You know any guest of yours is welcome in the castle, why not take him now?"

"I assure you that is not a good idea. Trust me on this."

Both guards assumed a stoic position as they stabbed the butt of their lances on the ground, creating a rattling as their armor shook in unison. "Yes miss. We trust your judgment. Carry on." They both tapped the butt of their polearms on either side of the door at the same time. A moment later, the gate opened and let Ceylon in, closing behind her.

Melvar kept his keen eyes trained on her until the doors closed behind her. The very moment he was alone in the market, he began to explore.

Curious, he walked up to the nearest vendor run by a massive, round-bellied stallion with a scruffy beard, selling what looked like leathers for armor. "So what are you selling here, horse?" Melvar asked, his tone curt and brisk.

The equine looked a little flustered by being called simply 'horse', but explained anyway. "I sell high quality leather products, including custom harnesses and armors! Are you interested?"

Melvar cocked his head to the side, trying to get a better look at the wares. "Leather armor? I suppose that would be quite heavy, not ideal for a flyer such as myself. Plus I don't believe I have any acceptable currency for your realm." He was trying his best to be polite, for Ceylon; normally he would have just said 'no' and walked away.

"That's fine. Some people prefer to barter, but I see you don't have anything on you to trade. Well, I am here most days, and when I'm not here, I'm making more wares. Feel free to come by any time if you are interested. Maybe get your lady a nice collar to keep her in line?" He winked and twitched his tail.

Melvar grinned a bit, imagining what Ceylon would do if he tried to put a collar on her. The resulting scene that played in his mind made him smile as he walked around from merchant to merchant. So many people everywhere, many buying, many selling, and some of them trading. There were pretty mares and hens hooting and hollering to random passerby, offering comforts to them on their journeys, and next to them a set of tough looking stallions offering to 'take care' of any problems one might have. He kept travelling, until he heard a particularly loud avian shouting out in a classic, carnival tone, offering his unique service.

"Come one, come all! Need a package or letter delivered to a far away land and traditional post isn't fast enough? Do you want your loved ones reading of your love in three days rather than three months? If so, you've come to the right place! U-P-N, The Uriel Postal Network, is here for you! We guarantee any package or letter delivered anywhere in the world in three days or less! Our world renowned flyers pick your letter up here - for a modest fee, of course - and fly it, personally, to any major city in any nation in all of Dalon!"

Melvar chose not to talk to that one. He was a winged beast himself, and it didn't sound like the squawking avian ever stopped for a breath, let alone stopped to inform a hesitant traveller about the nation he was in or the people that were milling around.

People. Hundreds of people. Many birds, horses and cats, with a few gryphons and hippogryphs as well as a few other species he wasn't familiar with all around. The sky was clear above him, but he felt closed in, surrounded. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as he took in deep breaths. Images of an old battle flashed in his memory, triggering a defensive outburst from him.

In one fluid motion, Melvar splayed out his wings and released an unfocused blast of energy that knocked anyone near him off their feet. The closest avians managed to flutter their wings and land on their feet while the quadrupeds stayed their ground, but all bipeds within a five meter radius were knocked on their rump or side, various wares and produce sent in every direction.

Nobody was hurt, but Melvar could feel a combative urge swell up in him, ready to eviscerate anyone who challenged him. His wings were spread and his stance wide as the gem on his forehead glowed a deep royal purple. He was hopping from side to side, his ears perked up and his neck jerking from side to side, waiting for someone to attack.

Not a single soul wanted to attack. Most were just confused and afraid. The citizens of Arrenthen stared at him, some nervously getting to their feet to put as much distance between themselves and this aggressive hippogryph as they could.

Before his instincts could take over, there was a sounding of horns as the twin gates swung open, a tall, bipedal golden and cream colored avian stepping through the gates. She was adorned with a silken red dress that draped over her form, shimmering in the morning sun. Her chest plumage was puffed out in a show of regality and her mane was swept back to sway int he breeze over her back. She wore no crown, but it was clear this was Queen Talba. Behind her came Ceylon, whos head only game up to her chest. She was taller even than Melvar, with the bulk to match.

Every single person in the crowded marketplace stopped what they were doing to lower their head to her in a respectful bow. Even those who Melvar had knocked over with his unfocused energy blast got to their feet to bow to her.

Melvar did not bow.

Ceylon felt somewhat foolish leaving Melvar alone in the market. While the hippogryph had proven himself to be a rational being, Ceylon had no idea how he would react surrounded by hundreds of strangers who may not have the restraint and understanding she did. She knew she had to be fast.

The gryphon quickened her pace as she hopped through the grand hall, the dozen armored equine guards on either side between the pillars all greeting her as she bounded past them. She had no time for chit chat, she had to find Talba. She pounced up the stairs to the twin thrones, a single guard standing between them. "Where is the queen?" She asked.

"In her quarters, why?" The guard answered.

"I have to talk to her, and there's not much time."

The guard seemed worried, so he widened his stance. "Is there going to be trouble?"

"Not if I can get to Talba fast enough. Stay on guard, I shall be off, now." She darted up to the balcony and down the hall to Talba's quarters, stopping at the closed doors. She gave a distinct knock before inviting herself in, only to see Talba on her back with a multicolored cockactrice straddling her and nuzzling into her chest.

"Oh, hey Cey." Vaulix cooed at her as he sat up straight, awkwardly shifting his weight to get off Talba's massive hips.

"Can I help you, burd?" The queen asked. "I was kind of busy, and the day is still young."

"I have a friend I want you to meet, and he's out at the castle gates waiting for you."

Talba immediately got to her feet and huffed at Ceylon. "And why is he outside the gates rather than in the hall waiting for me?"

Ceylon took in a deep, long breath before explaining. "I don't know where he's from, but he doesn't appear to be of this world. He's a hippogryph, like you, but quadruped, and he has a glowing gem on his forehead. He doesn't have magic, but he's immensely powerful and resistant to ademane attacks but susceptible to flirtation. I came to you alone to give you a warning that he doesn't like people poking or prodding around in his mind; you can't use your telepathy on him like you can with others. I tried that and he just about gutted me."

Talba's face went from annoyed to serious in a fraction of a second. "You're telling me he nearly gutted you? You?!"

The gryphoness offered nothing more than a solemn nod.

"Well then, thank you for the warning. What do you need me for?" She walked over to her wardrobe and got out a long, flowing gown and laid it against her chest, testing to see how long it would be when draped over her shoulders.

"I want to make him feel welcome. Give him a place to stay. He hates his mind being played with, but I got some fleeting bits of information from him before he closed me off. I'm quite sure a welcoming environment would help pacify him, but I can't be certain. And, if that fails, the three of us could likely subdue him if the need arose."

"Good thinking, Cey." Vaulix agreed as he put on a robe. He was considerably smaller than Talba, but presented himself as equally powerful. In fact, he was the king to her queen, but he took a more passive role as leader, letting Talba do most of the work and maintaining the majority of the attention. It worked better for him, as he lacked the extroverted nature she had an excess of.

"So let's go meet this potentially hostile friend of yours." She slipped into the dress and let Vaulix zip her up before she and Ceylon left together.

As they were in the grand hall, making their way down the stairs, they felt a powerful rumble followed by the shocked outbursts of people outside the castle gates. Talba and Ceylon both quickly glanced a one another.

"Was that your friend?" Talba asked.

"I think so. Let's go!" They both took off running, hoping to make it to the marketplace before anything else seriously happened.

She used her magic to open the massive, golden doors in front of them, exposing Melvar in the middle of the marketplace landing strip, with a perfectly formed circle of fallen citizens around him. Naturally, as queen, her many subjects immediately bowed to her.

Melvar did not bow.

Ceylon shot Melvar a look that told him to behave, and it didn't take long before the hippogryph calmed himself and joined them.

Talba stepped down from the steps to dismiss her subjects. "Thank you all for your respect. You may carry on." Her voice was soft but powerful. Loud but gentle, like a queen should be, even if she was literally twice as tall as the average feline or avian, easily standing a head or two taller than even the tallest equine. She was truly massive, yet she had an eloquence to her.

The hippogryph turned to her, his stance still wide. He was defiant until he saw Ceylon giving him a stern look that brought him back to the reality of the situation. That's when he shook his head and tried to clear his mind of the bad memories that were invading his thoughts.

"I see he does not bow, Ceylon." She observed. Then, to Melvar's surprise, she complimented him. "I have great respect for one who does not bow to one that has not proven their worth to him. Peculiar, but worthy of my respect. Melvar, do you wish to join me in my hall so we can talk in private?"

Melvar glared at her for a few moments, then glanced at the people in the marketplace, then back to her before nodding his head in silence and following her through the gates as the glow of the gem on his head dimmed.

"So, Ceylon tells me that you're a visitor from afar. Tell me more about your home land, I'm curious to know more about such a powerful and gorgeous creature such as yourself." Talba was sitting in her throne with Vaulix in his, Ceylon sitting on her haunches in between them. Melvar was at the bottom of the stairs.

Melvar paced in the grand hall, glancing at the guards that lined the walls between the ornamental pillars. He felt surrounded again, just like in the market. He had the self control to not say or do anything violent, but it was hard. "Yes, you could say that. Not from here." His answers were short and to-the-point.

Talba shifted on her throne and looked over to Ceylon and Vaulix before returning to the hippogryph. "Nothing more you want to tell us? That's fine, I won't prod. You can tell me more about yourself whenever you're comfortable. But I would like to know more about your intentions with me, with my kingdom. I'm sure you understand that I am a ruler and protector of these lands, so of course I have to assess any threats to my people. Are you a threat, Melvar?"

He flashed the gem in his forehead as he spread his wings, a deep growl bubbling up in his throat. "If you don't get these pesky guards away from me, then I will be!" He hopped towards one of the nearest of the cavalry and snapped his beak at him.

Luckily, the guard was stoic and didn't lash out at the aggressive hippogryph.

"Very well. Royal Guard, you are dismissed for now. Leave the hall, please." She waved her hand, and every single member of the royal guard stepped forward, then turned and exited through the main gate in two perfectly formed lines. Once they were gone, Talba stood up to walk down the steps so she could meet Melvar. She stood taller than he did, so she had to get down to one knee to look him in the eyes. "Tell you what, I have an even better idea. Why don't we retire to a more intimate location rather than this musty old hall."

Melvar blinked and lifted both of his ears up. He didn't say anything, but he did feel his sheathe growing tight as the idea of being in an intimate location with this lovely biped of his own race flashed through his mind. Ceylon had certainly painted Talba as a rather promiscuous queen.

The queen reached forward around Melvar's side, using her fingers to tickle at his powerful belly muscles just in front of his sheathe, which coaxed more of his length to unfold. Before he could drop entirely, she gave his belly a flick, and laughed at him. "Not like that, dear. I mean a meal. Follow me to my personal banquet hall and I'll get my chefs to whip something up for us. We can talk there."

Melvar felt the blood drain from his face; he felt embarrassed that he would so readily drop sheathe like that. Normally, he'd have lashed out in anger over the deception, but this time he just felt embarrassed. He lowered his head to the floor as his member folded itself back up into his sheathe.

Ceylon chuckled a bit, ruflling her feathers out as she looked over to Vaulix. Both were laughing gently at the situation.

"Very well, then. Come with me. You two as well." Talba hopped up the stairs, went past the thrones and up to the balcony. From there, a single door opened to a dining hall.

It was time to eat, and Melvar was happy to finally have some food since coming to this land.

Talba's chefs had some of the most skill of any in the world, but Melvar's tastes were a bit more simple. He asked for roast, meat, and other typical hippogryph food. He had little interest in vegetables or rice or anything like that. Just cooked rare roast of every animal, and he would be happy.

He and Ceylon were sitting on special cushions on one side of the table, with Vaulix and Talba in their royal chairs on the other with a veritable feast laid out in front of them. As per Melvar's request, there were a half dozen different roasts, all cooked to perfection but not too cooked. There were steamed and roasted vegetables, seasonings, pastas, and rice in bowls, each with their own sauces and gravies to go with them. Melvar stabbed his talon into the first few slices of the nearest roast to drop them on his plate, covering them with one of the stock-sauces to enhance the flavor.

The hippogryph stuffed his beak and smiled, relishing the flavors and the satisfaction of a soon-to-be-full belly. He definitely needed this.

"Eat up, I suppose." Talba instructed. She was considerably more polite and dignified, using her fork to grab thick slices of roast rather than her hands. Dignity was expected of royalty.

They enjoyed the meal, but Melvar seemed to enjoy it more than the others. While Ceylon, Talba, and Vaulix all enjoyed their meal, pecking at it bits at a time, Melvar kept eating the slabs of roast, only to empty his plate, fill it again, and repeat until almost all of the roast was completely gone. All of the roast; every kind, nearly every slice.

As time went on, Talba, Ceylon, and Vaulix just started watching him gobble it up one slice after another. Ceylon was going to say something to him about manners and nobility, but stopped herself when she remembered that Melvar had needed food since he arrived, and that he didn't care for following any ruler other than himself.

When he was done, Melvar craned his neck back and let out a reverberating belch that echoed through the banquet hall, drops of gravy and meat juices dribbling over the side of his beak, which he licked up before finally shaking off the fatigue of a belly-filling feast. Almost instantly, his mood was improved, his attitude more positive. "That was delicious! Thank you!"

Ceylon stopped eating her meal and stared right forward at Talba. Melvar had thanked her for the meal! Progress was being made. She had to nod to Talba, indicating the queen should offer welcome in return.

It took Talba a few moments to pick up on Ceylon's insistence. "Oh, yes! Of course! I am glad you enjoyed, Melvar! I'm sure if you want more later, you are welcome to request some meat from my chefs." She grabbed a napkin and dabbed it at the corners of her beak, trying to look as proper and formal as she could. "So, now that your belly is full and it's just us, I'd really appreciate if you told me more about yourself. Do you have a last name? Where are you from?"

Melvar raised an eyebrow. "I'll tell you about myself when I am ready, Milady." He offered a barely noticeable bow of respect.

Talba noted his desires and offer of respect. "This is fair. But I do want to get to know you over time. How about this, I will offer you a room, here in the castle, just for you. You can come and go as you will and I will inform the guards you are to be treated as the special guest you are. In exchange, I expect you to open up to me. Gradually. Over time. I won't prod into your mind, but you have to willingly share. Is that fair to you?"

Melvar clicked his beak and looked over to Ceylon, then back to Talba. He didn't want to commit to anything, and it was clear he had his reservations, but he still nodded in agreement. Anything to satisfy her and get her to not badger him for information regarding his past or origins. "I can do that. But I expect you to respect my boundaries, give me time. I don't plan on spilling my tale in a week."

"It's a deal! We have an accord!" She slammed her fist on the table and smiled, sharing a glance with an equally excited Ceylon. Vaulix just kept silently eating. He was a very reserved cockatrice. "So, with that in mind, you are my guest. You are a VIP in this castle. What would you like to do? Arrenthen is your playground! Meet the people? Relax?"

Melvar knew exactly what he wanted to do to Talba, but he felt it may have been more prudent to not blurt out juvenile desires to her, so he simply nodded. "I haven't really thought about it. You and Ceylon both have been quite kind to me. Perhaps I'll just relax here, take a few days to get used to the air here. Maybe I will rest, or maybe I'll sleep. I really don't know. Perhaps you can tell me, what sort of activities do you like to do around here when not busy ruling a nation?"

Vaulix chuckled. "Everybody."

Talba giggled and pushed at the king, rolling her eyes. "Indeed, indeed. Not everyone yet, though I am working on that."

Melvar was confused, but Ceylon leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "Remember, quite promiscuous."

The hippogryph's expression went blank as he felt a familiar swell in his loins. Seemed every time there was even the slightest reminder of Talba's reputation, his member stirred to life. Of course, it helped that she was gorgeous, and the same species he was. Her pheromones must have been manipulating him, because even he felt he was dropping sheathe a little too often. With that revelation in mind, he felt it may have been advisable to retire to whatever room it was that she was offering him. He'd had a few rough days, and truly did need the alone time.

"If you don't mind, I actually do think I'd like to retire for the night. I've enjoyed a pleasant meal, I've enjoyed your company, and I've enjoyed your home, but I think I'd like to rest, now."

"Very well!" Talba stood up and clapped her hands twice before leading Melvar out of the banquet hall.

Ceylon and Vaulix parted ways with Talba and Melvar, leaving the two hippogryphs alone as she escorted him to the guest room that was atop one of the towers.

"Well, here you are, Melvar. Make yourself comfortable." She walked into the room first and waited for him to join her. "This is the penthouse suite, or as close to it as we have at the castle. You can see all of Arrenthen from here, and the vast jungle that surrounds us. Sometimes I come to this very room for some perspective on my lands. I hope you enjoy your time, here." She gently bowed and went to leave.

Melvar slipped in past her, surveying the room, taking a good look at the bed, the shelves, and the arched windows on all four corners of the tower. It truly was perfect for surveying the land. He turned to thank Talba, but was met with a glorious sight of her rump, smothered in the silk of her robe. She was bending over to pick something up, and the soft fabric of the garment she was wearing was draped over her haunches, form fitting her plump looking lips.

"Oops, sorry about that." She apologized before giving him a sly wink and disappearing down the spiral staircase that led to the room.

He was completely flabbergasted. She kept teasing him, and it was stirring up his loins yet again. His masculinity couldn't possibly handle such a ride of emotions, highs and lows. He had to do something about it but he didn't know where to find Ceylon for another playful romp.

An evil thought bubbled up in his mind about taking that pleasure from the one who teased him and coaxed him to arousal, but he knew that wouldn't go over well with anyone, especially not her. He quickly shook the idea out of his head and decided to truly take some time to himself.

He sidled up next to the window and enjoyed the gentle breeze coming in through it on his facial feathers. It was a pleasant experience for him, to be welcomed so thoroughly without actually earning it. He had offered no kindness to Talba, yet she invited him to stay in her castle. He tried to kill Ceylon many times and yet she still opened up to him, offering him a pleasure he persistently desired yet so rarely got to indulge in. He couldn't help but let his mind drift back to those soft, ebony-fleshed folds of hers and couldn't help but imagine what Talba looked and tasted like.

He could feel his member slip from its confines, unfolding and growing between his legs to rest on the red fabric of the carpet as his mind filled with thoughts of mounting the queen. Yes, mounting the queen; that would be so very fun. He brought a talon down to rub at himself, only to return to a state of mind far less conducive to arousal.

This world was so strange to him, and a small part of him resented that. They were kind and inviting, yet he'd been nothing but cruel and destructive. He even released a blast of energy, threatening to harm her citizens; that should have been instant cause for execution or an act of war, yet she still invited him into her home.

He ate all her food, he threatened her, he enacted aggression unto her people, yet she still invited him into her home.

The more he thought about it, the more he began to question their motives. He had to ask, why did they invite him in? Why were they kind to him. Were they planning an attack? There were three of them now, all with immense powers, and Melvar had a hard enough time with just Ceylon before she caught him off guard with her presentation.

He growled and contemplated leaping out the window and flying far away from those who would trick him, but then his mind wandered to the close up look he got at the gryphoness's folds, and he remembered that, if nothing else, he had some intimate pleasure to enjoy, should he keep up the ruse that he was their ally.

As he looked back on his encounters with Ceylon, it became clear she was using her sex as a form of manipulation. He tried to fight, she presented herself; he got angry, she fondled his sheathe; he threatened, she begged for his cock. It was blatantly obvious and it ignited a rage in him that would have quickly exploded, had he not remembered just how fun those encounters were. Ceylon was using sex to manipulate him, that much was clear, but he didn't mind. There were worse ways to be manipulated, and as long as he played along she would likely keep indulging his needs.

He spent most of his day in that tower, alone, as he thought about Ceylon and what he would do to Talba should she present herself to him. He tried to pleasure himself, but it never quite felt right. It never truly felt like he was enjoying himself.

Eventually, as the sun began to set, he started surveying the layout of the castle. The four towers were in each corner of the castle itself, with a pretty simple, chapel-like main building, a grand hall jutting out towards the marketplace strip, and what looked like stables and a courtyard out behind it all. Splaying out in every direction were single-story buildings and homes, and his keen eyes could see that there was farmland wrapping around the city. Pretty basic layout, but nice.

The hippogryph tried to go to sleep, but it just didn't work. This world had filled him with a certain energy; he felt lighter, stronger, and unable to feel fatigue despite the length of the days. He tossed and turned on the bed, frustrated that it wasn't more nest-like, constantly worried his talons would slice up the fabric of the sheets or pillows. He didn't want to be the cause of wanton property damage, especially not if he planned on getting to know the queen a bit better.

After many hours of fruitless attempts at sleep, Melvar gave up and decided to explore the castle. The moon was up high in the sky and the city had fallen asleep, so only a few idle nobles could be seen milling around; they must have been the night watch.

There was a tension in the air as he walked down the hallways and one of the equine members of the royal guard passed him. It was late, he had no idea how much freedom he had in Castle Arrenthen, but every single person he passed gave him a knowing nod and let him pass with ease.

His pride swelled at the thought of being a VIP.

However, he had a goal in mind. A destination he had to reach. He kept trailing the hallways, passing by doors and other off-shoots of the main area to finally find what he was looking for. The stables.

Unlike most stables he knew about, this one was long and wide, a whole wall covered in stalls, the other wall being open with a series of gates to the courtyard. Interesting, but very different. There was an awning over them, but it almost felt like they were outside rather than being inside a building.

There was a single guard sitting by the entrance between stable and castle. Melvar slipped by him, noticing he must have been asleep because he didn't even shift in the hippogryph's presense.

Each and every stall had a massive horse in it. Stallions and mares of every color and pattern. Some striped, some spotted, some splotched with golden yellow, red, blonde, black, white, and chestnut brown. Dozens of them, each one looking like they were bred and trained for the military, with powerful haunches and lean abdomens, and every single one of them was well groomed.

Most of them were stationary, standing on all fours with their heads lowered and eyes closed. They were sleeping, so it was hard for Melvar to tell which ones were mares and which were stallions. One particularly beefy equine flicked his tail to show off the massive balls between his legs, which told Melvar that this wasn't the horse he was looking for. The next one was laying on her side, asleep. A mare, but clearly in a state of rest, he wouldn't feel right waking her. Another pregnant mare was something he just wasn't interested in.

Finally, about two thirds of the way down the line, he found an active mare. Her mane was silky and long, glimmering in the dim light of the stables as she trotted over to meet him by the gate. She was powerful looking, but smaller than he was. Her coat was almost purely black, with a single white star on her chest, and some speckles around her rump. She pushed her head over the gate to nuzzle at Melvar, her hot breath tickling at his facial feathers. She had some whiskers on her snout, so she was a mature mare, clearly no young virgin, to Melvar's disappointment.

Melvar glanced up and down the hallway of stables to see if anyone was watching before slipping in under the gate, keeping his wings close to his back so they didn't thud off the wood of the walls.

The mare backed away and kept her eyes on him as he fluffed his feathers, re-positioning himself so his beak was near her haunches. He kept is body tense, waiting for a kick just in case she wasn't interested in him.

He leaned in slowly, using the hook of his beak to sift through the long hair of her tail, tickling her gently. She shifted her weight and raised one knee like she was about to kick, but she also lifted her tail and pulled it to the side, her speckled black and pink folds glistening in the candle light as she winked, a single spurt of lubrication jumping off her clit.

Melvar's cock unfolded within seconds, the tip dropping to his knees and a dribble of precum trickling off the end of it. He leaned in again, using the hook of his beak to pry her tail to the side before gently pressing his tongue in between her lips, tasting her acrid sweetness. She nickered at him and threw her head back, shifting her weight to push into him, her beefy rump cheeks squeezing either side of his beak.

He hopped back as his cock tensed, slapping the tip of it against his belly. His talon came up to grab at her rump, the claw tips poking in to her hair. In response, she sidestepped and lifted her tail high, another series of gooey drops of lubrication splashing out all over, moistening her inner thighs and splashing on his beak.

The scent was overwhelming, and he couldn't hold back. He immediately hopped up onto her and scuffled his hooves in the stall, using his talons for grip as he pressed his belly to her back and bucked his hips. His engorged cock tip poked and prodded between her cheeks, stabbing at her rump and muscle before finding a spot in her tender, soft folds, the warmth and moisture coaxing another gooey mess of seed from him.

He bucked up, plunging his length into her right to the sheathe. She grunted and squeezed her canal around him, holding him in place as his flare exploded in her womb. He bit down on her mane as his talons grasped at her shoulders, his spine twitching and forcing his cock to slip in and out in brisk, shallow thrusts.

The climax came almost instantly as his flare lodged itself in her cervix, a torrent of cum exploding into her womb. HE offered only a few more gentle thrusts before his pleasure died down and his cock softened, slipping from her depths and leaving a gooey mess between her hind legs.

She kept her tail raised as she winked her lips, trying to hold all his seed in her as she spun around, trying to be affectionate with Melvar by nuzzling his neck with her own, but Melvar wasn't interested.

The hippogryph got what he came for. His cock was quickly retreating to his sheathe as he slipped out under the gate again. He got a good look up and down the hall way to ensure nobody was watching before strutting his way back to the entrance. He knew he would have a hard time finding his way back to the room he had been offered at the top of the tower, but he didn't think it would be too hard to find; he had all night.

"You know, if you wanted some pussy, you could have just asked." A familiar voice mused from the entrance way he was walking towards but couldn't yet see. It was Talba. She was peeling the skin off a blue-green fruit as she leaned against the door frame, completely naked.

Melvar held his head low, the dim light of his mind gem nearly extinguishing itself in shame. It took all of his self control to not stare at the queen's plump, pink lips that were protruding out from her inner thighs.

"No need to be sorry for it. I play with the mares and stallions here all the time. I bet you met with Ayori. Black and white mare. Yeah, she's fun. Come with me." She took a big bite of the fruit and rolled her eyes, walking down the hall.

Melvar dutifully followed. Normally he'd never have obliged someone's command, but he had just been caught mating with a war mare, and Talba was free of her robes so she might have been amicable to the idea of pleasuring him. The idea kept him just excited enough to not fully retract into his sheathe.

"You sneaky outsiders. Always skulking around in the castle, finding servants or studs to mate with. I am sure Ceylon told you about me, so why didn't you knock on my door? Did you not see me surveying your goods?" Talba kept walking at a brisk pace as she walked, barely looking back to ensure Melvar was keeping step with her.

"I hadn't thought about it."

"Well think about it. Vaulix just left on a diplomatic mission to Tehgol, so I need someone to play with, and stallions are the best." She stopped and turned, locking eyes with Melvar. She smiled at him and cupped her palm over her engorged vulva.

Melvar nearly hopped on her there, but was able to maintain his composure long enough to offer a nod of approval. He wasn't sure what was going on, with her practically demanding his attention. She was a queen, sure, but Ceylon was not and Ceylon had done a similar thing. He kept his thoughts to himself as they walked down the hallways; they eventually made it to twin arched doors of red wood and golden trim, two candles on either side. It didn't take much to tell this was the entrance to her personal chambers.

"Come on in." She announced as she pushed through, spreading the doors apart and inviting Melvar so she could close the doors behind him.

Her room was quite ornate, with slate gray walls, vibrant red patterned fabric on the walls, floor, and her bed, and everything else was gold or the familiar blood red wood of the doors. There was certainly a theme. In the middle against the wall opposite the door was her massive bed; on one end of the room, a massive pillow for sleeping, and on the other side a set of two massive dressers on either side of an armoire with a huge mirror in it. The walls were lined with thick, leather-clad trunks and locks. He was curious what was inside those chests that needed to be locked up, but his mind went back to Talba as he saw her bend over her bed, lifting her tail to him.

"You know, Melvar, I insist you treat me like a queen." She flicked her ear at him as a gentle coo escaped her beak. The look in her eyes demanded Melvar's attention, but she didn't seem needy or desperate. She was a queen, of course she wasn't desperate. She could have anyone in the kingdom that she wanted, and she knew it.

Melvar wanted to show dominance, to reaffirm his place. "You wouldn't like how I treat queens." He advised, almost more of a warning.

She laughed a bit and hiked her tail up farther, the tip of it curling up to rest in the mess of her mane on the small of her back. She reached over her rump to slip two fingers into herself, spreading her lips to expose a triangular slit of deep red flesh to match the fabric of her sheets. "Well, maybe I want you to treat me like the queens of your world, claws and beak and all. I can handle myself, Melvar, you don't need to be gentle with me." She rolled onto her side, resting her head in her palm as she flicked her ear again, tail swaying behind her.

Melvar stared at her, eyes narrowing as he grew increasingly unsure of all this. He was pretty sure it wasn't an illusion, as he couldn't feel anything prodding at his mind. Still, something felt wrong. He couldn't stop going back to his mindset wherein he remembered that these avians were practically bending over backwards to please him despite his occasionally nasty nature, and just how odd it was that they seemed to think that made sense.

"Stop over thinking it, Melvar." Talba sighed. "I don't have to be psychic and I don't have to read your mind to know how uncomfortable this makes you. I can see the hesitation in your eyes. You don't trust me. That's fine, I don't trust you either, but that doesn't mean I can't try to earn that trust and offer you mine in exchange." She shifted and sat up on the edge of her bed, legs spread so Melvar got a good look at her bits.

The hippogryph raised one talon to protest, but then gave up before a word slipped from his beak. She was right. He didn't trust her, and she had no reason to trust him, and he wasn't hiding it very well.

"Exactly. Exactly." she tapped her finger on her lower beak. "But you know something, as queen I've learned a lot about my subjects by being intimate with them. A person is not nearly as honest as they could be unless they're inebriated or in post coital bliss, and I enjoy the latter more than the former, so it works for everyone."

"So you admit you're manipulating me through sex. You and Ceylon both!" Melvar accused.

"Not manipulating. I don't trick anyone, I don't need to. Sensuality is a great method of expanding inter-personal relationships, and if that's what I have to in order to ensure that I can do the best I can, then I am happy to lift my tail to a potential friend. You are a potential friend. I am happy to offer myself to you, and all I ask in return is your honesty and loyalty."

Melvar shifted from hoof to talon and back to hoof, not sure how to respond. "You want me to pledge myself to you? Be subordinate to you? I don't think so."

"No, I don't want anyone to be my subordinate unless they themselves want it. I expect respect, and as such, I truly do feel that your honesty and willingness to work with me is an amicable goal. You don't want to make enemies, and neither do we. You're not stupid, and you're no weakling, so of course you have figured out that Ceylon brought you here not just as an attempt to earn your trust, but as a safety measure. She tells me of your great battle on the Untherian plains, and it sounds like you were plenty of a match for her, but not for all three of us. Vaulix and myself both match Ceylon in strength and skill, but we have no intention of subduing you, make you submit to us, or even devolving into an altercation. So tell me, Melvar, are you prepared to allow me to open you up a bit? In exchange, you're welcome to open me up." She laid on her back, legs still spread as she propped herself on her elbows.

The whole scenario was quite surreal to Melvar. She was so forthright, so simple and plain, and yet so subversive. Part of him felt insulted that she'd act like manipulating him with sex was in any way benefitting him, but she was right. Melvar was easily controlled with the promise of sensuality, and her attitude was incredibly refreshing since she stated her intentions and plan, laying it out to him. While it seemed shady, it also felt sincere.

He shook some of the negative thoughts from his mind and tried to focus on what lay before him. She was a gorgeous golden-cream colored hippogryph, she was a queen, and she wanted him to mount her. That really should have been all he needed to urge him, and it was.

Melvar stepped towards her, neck outstretched as he laid a talon on the corner of her bed. She nodded in approval and laid back, waiting for him, so he hopped up as his member once again started to unfold from his sheathe. The cumulative musk that had come and went in his daily routine billowed out from under his belly, a pleasant, earthy scent that should drive any mare wild.

But Talba bolted up, stopping him from mounting her. She grabbed his beak in one hand and pulled him in close to look him dead in the eyes. "No, I told you that you must respect me as a queen. I realize you have your desires, but so do I, and you can't just jump up on me, you have to warm me up. Show my body some respect, and I will show you the same. Here, let me show you." Her tone shifted from stern to sensual half way through her sentence. She pushed him off and slipped off the edge of the bed, resting gently on her knees next to him. She patted him on the chest, running her fingers through his plumage.

The hippogryph shuddered at the touch as her claws tickled his belly, trailing through the gummy patch or precum that had formed where his flare was slapping. She rubbed at it a bit and then brought her fingers to her snout to smell it before cooing gently and bringing her hand back to his belly. He let out a deep, rumbling growl as his member unsheathed itself, slowly folding outward and dropping between his legs. As it grew and extended out below where her palm was resting on his belly, he could feel the gentle caress of the long hair on her wrists.

"See? Now this is a little bit more like it. Take some time, warm you up a bit. I haven't even touched you yet, and here you are drooling a goopy mess all over my floor." she reached down and cupped the tip of his cock in her palm, cradling some of his slick precum to smear it all over the crest of her beak, ensuring that the scent would permeate her senses. She took in a long, deep breath as she smiled, her eyes closed to focus on the musky aroma.

Melvar bucked his hips into her grip, but she held him tight in place, keeping him from getting too excited. He raised a talon and glared at her from the side, disappointed she didn't let him continue.

She gave him a little bit of a nuzzle, leaning into his side and churring gently, her beak passing through the feathers on his side as she gently caressed the under side of his shaft with her finger tips, sliding the talons along its length before squeezing at the tip and then trailing back down to the base on the top of i. Her long forearm hair tickled his member as she rubbed at the soft folded base of his sheathe. "Isn't this much better?" She cooed at him.

He felt himself leaning into her, a shiver trailing down his spine to the tip of his tail as she caressed him. He wanted to answer, or to perhaps thank her for her affection, but his natural instincts were taking hold of his mind and his compassion was draining in exchange of lust. He bucked his hips forward again, but this time his motion forced her talons to jab at his soft sheathe flesh, bringing him back to lucidity. He winced and stomped a hoof on the ground, but controlled himself enough to realize it wasn't her fault.

"Whoa, boy." She cautioned, pressing her palms against his belly. Once she was sure he was under control, she paused to glance at him before shifting her weight and laying on her side underneath him. She cradled his shaft in her palm and lifted it to her beak, using her tongue to prod and lick around his urethral opening. His flavors were delicious, and the scent of his musk rolling off his gooey sheathe was overpowering; her lower beak trembled before she gave in, ramming it down her throat and sucking gently. She had to be careful not to let the hook of her beak catch on his sensitive skin, so she didn't bob her head back and forth. Rather, she gulped and swallowed, using her tongue to caress the under side of it as she used the hand that she wasn't leaning on for support to hold the bulge in the middle up.

"T-talba..." Melvar grunted as he involuntarily bucked his hips. He could feel her throat growing tighter as his flare gradually expanded inside. He knew if he didn't pull out, he was going to finish before he got a chance to properly please her. He did the only thing he could, by stepping back and daintily lifting his front talon over Talba's body as he tugged his cock from her gullet, leaving her drooling.

She gulped heavily and slid out form under him, holding the partially inflated flare in her hand as she looked up to him. "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer. He didn't know how to answer. All he could do was blink and shake his head and step backwards. Had he felt compassion for her? Indeed, he had cared enough about her pleasure to not steal his own at the cost of hers, so perhaps he did, and that scared him a little.

The queen giggled a bit before licking his cock one last time before standing up and brushing herself off. "Well then, I think I know what I have to do. Melvar, my dear, it's your turn!" She sat on the bed and used her hands to part her knees, exposing her throbbing, tender looking vulva. The scent and taste of his musk had her quite excited.

Melvar stayed back, not sure if he should let his instincts take over. He wanted to mount her, fuck her deep, and fill her with seed, but the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to make sure she was as satisfied as he was. Part of him was resentful that she'd use guilt to trick him into compassion, but then he realized she wasn't doing that, he genuinely wanted her happy so she'd keep her legs spread for him. A Longer lasting partnership is what he wanted, and he was worried that was what love might have felt like.

"Don't be shy, Melvar. Come on, don't leave me waiting!" She urged as she slipped two fingers into herself to once again part her lips, showing a sliver of the deep red velvet flesh inside. It was like her first invitation, but now she knew Melvar was properly informed of what she wanted.

It took a moment for him to get over his reluctance, but he nervously slipped his beak between her legs, rubbing at her clit a bit as his tongue slipped into her, tasting her powerfully flavored fluids. She was so slick she was practically dripping.

"That's more like it." She moaned at him, throwing her head back as she grabbed at Melvar's cheek feathers, holding him in place and ramming his beak into her. Her intention was to get him to enjoy the foreplay, but she was already literally soaking wet from playing with his cock, so much so that a pool was forming on the sheets of her bed between her legs. She fell to her back and wrapped both hands around Melvar's head, caressing his ears to urge him to continue.

The hippogryph leaned into her, nuzzling at her inner thighs and bringing one talon up onto her knee, claws digging into her for grip as his licking grew feverish. Her flavor was amazing, so sweet for a mare without any of the bitterness he was used to. He didn't want to stop licking, his cock was still at full mast, drooling precum all over the carpet as it swung heavy between his hind legs. He purred - more like a gentle roar - as the touch of her hands on his ear brought back some of the only fond memories of his past life, coaxing a tremble from his lower jaw.

The room seemed to suddenly grow lighter as the sun peeked up over the horizon. Apparently it was so late it was early again. Both stopped to glance out the tall window towards the horizon, smiling as they both realized they had been up all night with each other. She giggled and gave his head a gentle scritch before falling back and parting her lips for him again, giving him more thorough access to her depths.

Talba nickered a bit as his cunnilingus grew more intense, her fingers tugging at the feathers of his cheek to force his beak deeper. She could feel the hook of his beak catching on her flesh, but it didn't bother her; she loved it when it was rough, and was okay with a bit of blood. She'd seen it all, done it all, a little bit of pain just added to her excitement. Without much warning, she bolted up to a sitting position and pressed her chest against Melvar's glowing gem and whispered a command into his ear. "Okay, you've proven your fealty, mount me!"

Melvar pulled back away from her grip as she fell onto her back again, legs spread and vibrant red slit of flesh pushing out through her creamy vulva. He wasn't sure what to do; of course he wanted to mate her, but he was enjoying her taste! He almost wasn't ready to go that route, but he quickly reminded himself he could always meet with her again, since she had made it clear he was welcome to.

After a moment of hesitation, Melvar's excitement grew and he hopped up onto the bed with his talons on either side of Talba, claws digging into the bed as he tensed his cock and thrust, aiming at her swollen vulva. He kept stabbing, but he couldn't quite hit his mark. He was starting to grow a little worried he'd not please her.

She cooed gently at him, lifting his talon from the bed and holding it in her one hand, fingers crossed with his talons. She was so strong she could actually hold his weight as he pushed down on her, his member throbbing and spewing gobs of precum on her lips. She used her other hand to reach between her legs, wrapping her fingers around his glans, guiding it to her slit.

The moment he felt her hot flesh pressing against him, he stepped forward and bucked hard, his member disappearing into her depths with one clean thrust. He could hear the wet squelching as her pussy's canal got filled up with flesh, the air escaping around his shaft as she squeezed down on him. Her flesh was so hot and so snug that he had to stop himself from cumming almost instantly by holding still. He looked down at her, an intense stare to accompany his dimly glowing mind gem.

A familiar knocking came from Talba's door, the same pattern from before. She managed to choke out, "C-come on in!" between needy, ragged gasps.

Melvar grinned, eager to have an audience as he finished. He leaned down to lick at her before craning his neck to the side, waiting for the visitor to enter.

The door creaked open, and in stepped Ceylon. The gryphon offered only a warm smile before she stepped in, using her hind foot to close the door behind her. She kept her intense blue eyes on the pair as she walked by, her tail swaying behind her as she sauntered around them. "Go ahead, I'll just be over here." He instructed as she sat beside the window that the sun was pouring in through.

Talba and Melvar looked back at one another, his member still buried deep in her. "Finish up, dear. I want to feel your seed in my womb." Talba got a better grip on his talon in her hand, and squeezed at the base of his cock with her other hand as she nipped up at him, trying to act cute.

The hippogryph felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he pushed into her as deep as he could go. His cock plunged into her depths, poking through cervix and into her womb as he felt her moist lips press against the soft flesh of his sheathe, her depths squeezing and sucking on him. Her clit winked and sprayed some fluids on his belly, making a gooey mess between the two of them as he continued to push into her with in a rhythmic motion.

She cooed gently, closing her eyes and whimpering in time with his movements, eventually wrapping her legs around his barrel-chested torso, hoping to feel him even deeper inside her. She was concentrating on her muscle contractions, clenching in wave from vulva to cervix, coaxing his seed from him. His precum was already splashing against the walls of her womb, and she could feel the warmth spreading in her belly, she knew it was nearly time for him to finish.

There was a sudden, wet squishing sound coming from beside them, and Talba glanced to the source to see Ceylon had her talons in her own slit, pleasuring herself as Melvar bucked into the queen.

He slowly increased his pace, pushing as deep as he could with brisk, shallow thrusts. He could feel her lips massaging at his base as her canal squeezed him tight. He felt his pleasure about to hit its climax, so he bucked as hard as he could, his haunches locking up and tensing for full strength.

Talba felt her bed shift underneath her as Melvar got rough with her. Due to the sheer force of his mount, she slipped to the side, falling off the bed and onto the floor. She grasped at Melvar's talon for support but his cock slipped out of her fully in one sloppy motion, the flare tugging on her cervix and canal to leave her feeling empty. Her clit winked hard and her lips peeled outward in a powerful, gooey orgasm that splattered against his sheathe and balls.

He let out a rumbling growl as that final, violent extraction triggered his climax, stream after stream of gooey equine seed exploding all over her chest and belly. She gaped her maw over to hopefully catch some of it, but she missed most.

Spent, Melvar fell onto her, pressing her to the ground between his powerful belly and the carpet. There was a thick layer of Cum between their chests that Talba loved to slip her finger through and bring to her nostril for a better smell. Her pussy was twitching in delight, pushing the collective lubrication of the two of them out onto her tail and the floor between her legs.

Melvar laid his body flat on hers, nuzzling into her neck as she caressed his cheek, their deep breaths synching up as she cooed at him. "You did well, Melvar." She complimented him, gyrating her hips up against his cock, wrapping her legs around him for that last bit of tender sensation before his member folded back up into its sheathe.

Ceylon whimpered from afar. "Come on you two, when do I get some of this?"

Talba and Melvar locked eyes and smiled. There was another round in them this fine morning.