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The tavern was bustling with activity despite it still being early in the day. Like most taverns in this region, the establishment doubled as an inn and general store. Simple enough.

Kyril looked up to see a tiny reptilian waitress weaving through the crowd to bring him his plate of assorted meats. She reminded him of Saestal, his kobold companion that had been left in Klyneth as he explored the central continent for some of the magical and chemical remedies indigenous to the area. She bowed and curtsied to him before happily walking away and back to the kitchen to pick someone else's food up.

The gnoll's eyes scanned the room for threats before grabbing knife and fork to start enjoying his meal. He had roast beef, steak, Uren flank, and a rack of pork ribs laid out in front of him. A platter fit for a carnivore. To his delight, it actually tasted quite good. The cook on the roast was perfect, a blood red rare on the inside. Turns out this tavern was also the home of some of the best ribs he'd ever had in all his travels.

He took a moment in between each bone of rib or slice of roast to once again scan the room to see if anyone was paying attention to him or focusing on him. He wasn't paranoid, but his years as a mercenary made him eternally cautious. His early years as a gladiator also kept him on edge, even if he was trying to shed that part of him for a more rational world view.

To his utter surprise, the meal filled him quite thoroughly, and he was full before it was over. HE still had a third of the roast, three ribs, and one of the steaks left over when he decided it was time to finish. That was when he heard the door to the tavern open, just like it had a dozen times since he started the meal so he didn't bother looking to see who it was. Only this time, within seconds of the door opening, every single patron of the pub went silent followed by a wave of armor crunching sounds as every single person turned to the visitor and bowed.

While he was trying his best to ignore the situation, his curiosity got the better of him and he turned to see who had come to this establishment. It was a golden-feathered hippogryph wearing an ornate red tunic and short dress that came down to her knees. It didn't take him long to figure out it was Queen Talba Ebonoldty, the ruler of the nation. He only knew her because he'd been briefed of her appearance and behaviour before coming here; she wasn't his queen, so he didn't bow.

"Carry on." She said, a hint of exasperation in her voice. Almost immediately, the patrons of the bar stood up and ended their respectful bows, but were still silent as she stepped by the booths. She didn't even ask, she just sat down opposite Kyril.

"Can I help you?" the gnoll asked as he wiped his muzzle of the blood from the roast.

"I certainly hope so. You're Kyril, right? Legendary gladiator of the Tritian coliseum?"

"The one and only. And what do you need of me?" As a mercenary, he wasn't about to shoot down her request before hearing her terms. If she had work for him, she would pay well.

"I need protection." She explained as she reached over and grabbed one of his ribs and started chewing on the meat, using the hook of her beak to tear it off the bone.

Kyril wasn't happy that she was stealing his food without asking, but he got the impression that protesting would do him no good in fostering good will with a queen, even if it was vexing him as to why she was in a tavern looking for him in particular. "Protection from what? Don't you have your royal guard to help you with that?"

She chewed and swallowed before raising her hand up and waved it around. "Do you see any guards in armor around here? Nope, just you and I and about a hundred hungry, drunk citizens having a good time. Anyone could have a go at my life if they so desired. Thing is, I don't like having my guards trail me all the time, I value my privacy and I don't like staying cooped up in the castle. I need someone to watch over me when I'm out and about that doesn't brandish the gold and red armor of my guards." She took another one of the ribs and started chewing on the meat, talking through the food in her beak. "And I pay well."

Any mention of pay was quick to attract Kyril's attention, but he was starting to doubt this was the actual queen. No single person of royal blood - especially not one in power - would be as crude and uncivilized. That was his job. "How much pay?"

She licked her fingers off and grabbed a small bag of coin that was dangling off her belt, tossing it beside the plate. The top cracked open, exposing a combination of gold and jade coin. "That much. I think you'll find it to your liking."

He wiped his fingers clean of the meat juices and used them to part the bag's opening, fiddling about to get an idea of how much coin was in the pouch. It was quite a lot. "Well you're clearly not a fake. And how long do you need my services?"

"Only a week or two, until I get this whole attempted assassination thing worked out. And why would I be fake? Who else would I be?"

"Well, not a queen, that's for sure. Never seen royalty act like you are right now, walking into a tavern and stealing a gnoll's meat while unceremoniously offering him a job. Just seems uncouth to me." Kyril explained, taking the last of the ribs to prove a point, tearing the meat from the bone and making a mess of his lips.

She smirked and chuckled a bit at him, bringing her foot-talon up to rub at his inner thigh. "I'm not like most queens. You'll come to learn that quite quickly. I see no point in acting prissy or noble. Nobody truly respects that; deep down inside I am one of my people, I just have more power. Anyway, big boy, take this and meet me at the castle at nightfall. The guards will escort you to the location of my choosing to discuss matters further." She reached into her poket and pulled out a gold and red medallion on a chain and handed it to him, giving one last rub of his leg with her sharp claws.

Before Kyril could ask for more details, she got up saluted him, swiftly leaving the premises.

"Well that was something else." Kyril muttered to himself. He put the medallion in his pocket and tossed a single jade coin next to the platter to pay for it. That'd cover the meal thrice over, so that waitress was getting one hell of a tip.

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It was still evening and the sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Kyril decided it was time to investigate just what it was that the queen wanted of him. He had played the role of an escort before, but never had he been commissioned as an actual guard. Peculiar, but it couldn't be much harder than scanning a treeline for bandits as a caravan rumbled through a forest path.

"I'm here to see the queen." He declared to the gate keeper as he flashed the gold and red pendant up. He was let through without any hesitation.

"Carry on forward, you will enter the main hall. Please show this pendant to one of the guards lining the hall, they will escort you to Talba's chamber." Before Kyril could ask any further, the guard turned and planted the end of his polearm in the ground.

Simple enough. Through the gate and down the hall he went, relishing in the peculiar color scheme of the castle. The bricks were slate gray and in some cases black as the night, with Golden ornaments and candle holders adorned with gold and red fabrics, carpets, and banners lining the walls. The inside of the castle was much nicer than it seemed on the outside.

After slipping through another pair of swinging doors, he emerged into the grand hall, a massive, two storey open room with the thrones for the king and queen on the opposite end atop a broad, round set of steps half way up to the second storey. On either side was a staircase leading up to the balcony that overlooked the entire room. On either wall to the left and right, a series of thick, ebony pillars that went from the floor to the roof, seemingly puncturing through the balconies. There was a broad, red carpet lining the hall from the door to the thrones.

Between every pillar was a guard, one on the ground floor and one on the upper level. The guards on the ground floor were brandishing pole arms, and the ones on the second floor had crossbows. Brilliant defenses for a queen. He raised the medallion above his head to get their attention. "Here to see the queen. She summoned me."

Before he was done his sentence, one of the nearest guards stepped forward, armor clanking against itself with every movement. "Follow me." He instructed before walking down the carpet towards the thrones.

Kyril followed him up to the second level, then down a broad hallway lined with ornamental candle-holders and banners lined with the same symbol on the pendant he had been given. Half way down the hall, they came to a pair of arched double doors made of red wood and studded with gold bolts in a grid pattern.

"The queen's chambers." The guard explained, then stood to the side.

"Do I just go in?" Kyril asked.

"It may be polite to knock first, sir."

Of course that made sense. He rapped his knuckles on the door, careful to not smack the golden bolts. He heard some shuffling about inside before any answer came.

"Yes? Who is it?" The queen called out.

"Kyril; gladiator of the Tritian coliseum. We spoke in the tavern earlier."

"Yes, yes, come in."

Kyril grabbed at the handle and pulled the lever, the door opening with a click. As soon as he stepped in he closed the gates behind him and turned; hewas greeted with the image of Talba, naked and bent over with her tail raised up as she fumbled about in a trunk full of trinkets. He could see her soft looking, plump vulva thanks to her tail being pulled to the side a bit. She didn't seem to be paying attention to the fact that Kyril could see her in all her glory. He hung his thumbs on his belt buckle and cocked his head to the side to get a better look before doing the gentlemanly thing and saying something. "You're aware I can see your royal chambers, right?"

"Oh, it's just a vagina. Unless you're exclusively into stallions, I doubt it's something you've never seen before." She lowered her tail and shut the chest before kicking it under her bed. She turned and looked at him. "So I bet you're wondering why I hired you and not the other mean looking equines that were at the tavern, right?" She brushed her mane to the side and blew an errant wisp off the side of her beak.

"I've seen plenty of lady parts in the past, never any belonging to royalty, not that I'm complaining. And as for the explanation, no, not really. I know my reputation. I'm sure if you're intelligent, you'll want to go for the best. I am sure you have advisors." His chest hair puffed out, making him look broader and even more intimidating than he had before. He felt his torso swell as his mind meandered back to the image of the queen's soft pink lips staring at him; if only she'd given him a wink, he might have gotten excited enough to make a move.

"Well alright then. So here's how this is going to work. That sack of coin I gave you was for your first and last day. In exchange, I expect you near my side at all times. I don't want you more than ten meters away from me. Tomorrow, at nightfall, I will give you another pouch, half as big, and that will keep you for another full day. As long as I provide the coin, I expect you to provide protection. If you leave my side for more than a minute, then you will not get the following day's coin and that will be the end of that. Understood?" She stood up next to him, her beak aiming up at his snout.

She was maybe half a head shorter than he was, and Kyril was not small by any comparison. "Understood. Does that include when you are asleep?"

"Especially when I am asleep." She nodded with authority.

Kyril looked around. The room they were in had to be twelve meters across and ten meters deep. It was absolutely massive. "Well, I don't know what hours I can expect to work, but I cannot be awake all hours of the day, and I didn't see a bedroll out in the hall."

The queen flicked her ear and grinned at him, a gentle coo escaping her beak as she stepped into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. "Well then, I suppose you'll have to sleep in here. With me." She pecked at his cheek and offered a seductive wink as she wrapped her arm around his waist.

He pulled his head back to get a better look at her, unsure of her sincerity. He was looking around to get a better idea of the room layout, noting the placement of the windows and the brick layout that looked like it could have left to a secret room. All good places for an assassin to infiltrate. Perfect targets for him.

"What? Don't trust me?" She held his waist and pulled her hips into his, grinding her naked form against him. She slipped her other hand up his loose-fitting leathers to fondle his balls.

"I've never been one to say no to a beautiful woman, especially not one of royalty. You have to understand, though, that my job is to protect you first." He clenched his toes as he felt her give his jewels a bit of a squeeze and a tug; not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to make him take notice.

"And anything else that comes of the arrangement is a nice little extra for you. No reason you can't enjoy your work, right? Besides, I tip those who work for me quite well, but not all treasure is coin and precious metals." She squeezed him tighter and deftly unbuckled his belt, leaving his leathers to fall to the floor, sword and dagger both clanging against the stone in a metallic echo. She wrapped her palm around his waist and used the other to press his chest to hers before she spun him around, laying him flat on his back on her bed as she straddled him from either side. Her bright jade eyes stabbed into his, catching his glaze as she laid flat against him. He noticed her eyes twitching a bit, the color of the irises flittering ever so gently.

Kyril was baffled at her sudden and intense change of spirit, but couldn't bring it in himself to force her off him. In fact, a small part of him (not his cock) swelled with pride as he realized that he was about to bag a queen. He'd been with ambassadors, warriors, generals, and once a countess, but never a queen. Also, he was shocked at how much force she had in those small arms of hers; she was positively forcing him around to her whims unlike even another warrior twice his size could do to him.

"Glad to see you're loosening up." She purred at him as she leaned down, pressing her beak against his muzzle to rub at his cheek in an avian kiss. Her hips rotated as she pressed down on him, her pelvic muscles contracting to massage at his sheath.

He could feel her lips kissing at his moistened opening as she pushed down, her motions slowly sliding his cock from its confines and right up into her slick pussy. He grunted a bit and held her close, bucking his hips up into her, plunging his length into her as deep as it would go. "You're quite forthright." He said, his powerful arms wrapped around her lower torso.

"I don't have time for petty courtship. Now shut up and fuck me." She sat up straight, holding her hands down on his chest as she rode his cock, clenching and winking her cunt with each motion. Her heart was throbbing at a steady beat, each pulse squeezing his cock in between the muscular contractions. As she pushed down on him, her thighs squeezed at his belly with a force far greater than any being her size or body type should have.

Kyril grunted a bit as he flexed his abs to counter-balance the pressure she was putting on them. He leaned up on one elbow and wrapped his other arm around her, forearm cradling her rump as he slipped his fingers on either side of his cock. He gathered their arousal between his digits before using it to lube up her pucker, slipping a single finger in there to massage her from within as he aggressively thrust upwards, her flesh squeezing his tight.

"There ya go. That's more like it!" She giggled at him as she pressed her breasts down onto his face, lifting her tail and grinding down on him in time with his thrusts, her lips squeezing at his sheathe tip with each motion. She grabbed at his neck and twisted around so that she was on her back, legs wrapping around his hips to hold him inside her as they shifted positions.

To his surprise, her weight threw him off balance as he tried to take control of her motions. His arms wrapped around her body nearly gave out; she felt like she was made of pure metal, even though her flesh was soft and powerful as any mare he'd been with. It was worthy of concern, but once she squeezed her hips and clenched her cunt around his shaft, he forgot about it almost instantly. She was on her back now, no longer on top of him or in any position where she needed to be cradled. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist though.

She kept her hips grinding up against his as she clawed at his chest, holding him against her so that he couldn't get away. His cock would remain hilted in her equine pussy, her lips squeezing and sucking at the base as they moaned and gyrated their hips against each other. She squeezed his chest to hers as she moved her body in waves, ending with a curl of her toes. "Go on, don't be afraid to finish, dear. I promise this won't be the last time you're in me." She gave another powerful squeeze, her vulva pinching the flesh at the base of his cock to tug as she moved her hips.

Knowing he didn't have to hold out for her pleasure, Kyril growled and bit down on her neck, holding her in place as he vigorously pushed into her, his hips pumping back and forth with an aggression usually only reserved for warriors and other gnolls that he knew could handle it. He could feel her tender walls quivering and squeezing intermittently with every motion, her vulva and clit amazingly eager to match his pace. He could feel her beak pinching at his neck, too, and that added reciprocation triggered his climax.

With a wailing howl, he let go of her neck and raised his head as he arched his back, pressing hips as tight against hers as he could. He could feel her clit winking and spurting her fluid all over his belly as his length throbbed with spurt after spurt of his seed, painting her walls with his cum. Her powerful muscle contractions squeezed around his member, forcing the fluid out to make a glorious mess of the underside of her tail and rump, backfiring all over his sheath.

He bit down on his own tongue as he peeled his lips back in a snarl, the last of his seed erupting into her tight canal, only to be spewed back out over his fur and her tail hair. The gnoll offered another few idle thrusts before his length started to deflate, wrinkling up and pulling itself back into its sheathe. He held himself up over her as he panted like a dog before slipping out of her in a gooey, slimey mess. "Y-you're considerably better at that than I'd expect any queen to be." he admitted, referring to her immense muscle control.

Talba grunted and curled her toes, clenching muscles one last time to force more of his creamy seed out of her. "I would certainly hope so. I'm not a virgin or anything, I've done this before, usually with my stallion guards when the king is out on business." She propped herself up on her elbows to gaze at him with lingering desire. Her cunt was a sloppy mess.

Kyril wasn't one for cleaning up after himself, yet he felt compelled to do so; she was a queen, after all. Without breaking eye contact, he got down to one knee and buried his snout between her thighs, his wide and flat tongue lapping up all the mess he could. Each long, loving lick started at her rump and slid up between her lips to prod at her depths before slipping out to cup her clit and retreat back into his maw so he could swallow the mess. He prodded at her rump, lapped at her lips, and sucked her clit clean, one loving lick at a time, until she was free of any of his mess. He slipped both thumbs into her and spread her apart as deep as he could, gaping her wide open so his tongue could explore her depths even further.

The queen spread her legs apart as wide as they would go as she rested her ankles on his shoulders. Her toes curled and she grabbed at the fur of his cheeks to hold him in place as he did his work, her hips bucking and grinding down on his muzzle, clit winking at the end of each motion. She let out a gentle chirp as a gush of her fluids flowed from her., muscles clenching to force his muzzle from her pussy He happily cleaned that, too.

All at once, she collapsed, legs still spread and tail draped over the side of her bed. "Good for you. I knew I made a good choice." She looked directly at him and smiled, kicking him off her with surprising force before getting to her feet. "But now, I think it's time for bed."

"E-excuse me?" Kyril protested, wiping her gooey mess from his lips with his forearm. "The sun has yet to disappear over the horizon. Why in the world would you sleep already? There are many hours left in the day." He gained his composure and got to his feet as well, watching as she slipped by him and walked around the bed to put some semi-transparent purple lingerie on.

As she dressed, she explained. "Well, part of me is owl. These patterns come from my mother, you see. Owls are all about the night. I sleep around now, most days, and wake up at midnight. Much of my day is spent in the morning before even the farmers wake. The serenity is a blessing to me, and if you're going to keep up with my schedule, you'd best lay with me now. I wake in six hours." She walked up to him and got to her toes so that she was the same height as him, leaning into him to peck at his lips, tongue slipping from her beak to prod at his. "Sleep well, but you'd better take this silly armor off. It makes for terrible napping attire." She patted him on the chest before turning to peel the covers off her bed.

As she laid down and rested her head on the pillow, Kyril noticed that she was absolutely tiny compared to the size of her mattress. Her bed was at least twice as long as it needed to be to accommodate her comfortably. He didn't dwell too long on it, but he did take note before unclasping his leathers and letting them fall to the floor next to his lower half's garments and weapons. For protection, just in case, he grabbed his dagger before slipping under the covers next to him.

"There, isn't this a lot better than most escort jobs you've worked?" Talba asked as she rolled over, looking him in the eyes. She smiled and rubbed at his chin a bit before rolling back over and shuffling back so that her rump was pressed against his crotch. She purred and grinded down on him, her tail flicking against his sheath. "So relax, I'll see you at midnight."

Kyril slipped the dagger under the pillow before wrapping his arms around her to hold her tight. It was odd to be in bed with the sun still peeking over the horizon, but he understood her stance.

In spite of the silk sheets, soft mattress, and warm body cuddling up to his chest, he felt uncomfortable. Something didn't feel right here, and he couldn't place his claw on it. He was a gladiator, a mercenary, and a gnoll. He was rough, he was violent, he was aggressive, and above all else he cared for glory. Why in the world would a queen with everything to lose invite him into her castle, her chambers, and her bed with such reckless abandon? It made no sense.

He could grab that dagger and slit her throat right now. It would be insanely easy, she was snuggled up close to him and already seemed to be dozing off into a slumber after their brief but vigorous encounter.

His paw was already under the pillow, grabbing a hold of the dagger's handle. All he had to do was gently pull it out and grab it with his other hand. With only two brisk motions, he could open her throat then stab her in the heart, happily leaving with the pay of two jobs in one. His employer would be quite pleased at his efficiency, and he could brag to Saestal about how he bedded a queen.

There was only two things stopping him from completing his original mission in the late hours of the evening. First of all, the time was wrong. They just finally met, it would be quite obvious who the assassin was if she died the first night he was supposed to be protecting her; plus, it was stillf ar too early in the day, there was no way he could slip out of the castle unnoticed, especially not if he was soaking from chin to belly in blood.

The second thing was that, despite his eagerness for coin, he felt an odd compulsion to abandon his original employer and be the best guard Talba had ever seen. Clearly she paid better than the one who wanted her dead, and this job came with better benefits than any job he'd taken prior.

His thoughts drifted off into a miasma of guilt and hope as the night took him and his hand released the dagger. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. Time would tell what deal was more lucrative.

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"Wake up, Kyril. The day has begun anew." Talba prodded him from his slumber as she flicked his nose. She peeled the covers back and rolled to her feet, quickly undressing and hopping into her ruby and gold robes that she'd been wearing when they first met.

He blinked the sleep from his eyes and groaned as he laid onto his back, staring at the canopy of the queen's ornate bed. His keen nose caught a whiff of the sex that had been left wafting between te sheets, a coursing tingle inflating his cock in the sheath. "Is it really that time already?" He murmured, still a little too tired to comprehend a day that started at midnight. Wisps of his dream lingered in his mind and slowly evaporated. The only memory he retained was one of a dagger to her neck as her eyes stared into his.

"Better get used to it if you're going to be protecting me. The first day of your new job starts now. With any luck this could be a permanent thing. Assuming you live up to your reputation, that is. Come, don't dawdle." She tossed his leathers to him and kicked his sword up into her own hand before flipping it and offering it to him, handle first.

He begrudgingly took the blade and laid it down on the bed before sticking his legs out over the side, sliding his leather kilt up before buckling it around his waist. He quickly got into his chain-maille and leather armor top, taking in a deep breath before getting to his feet. "Alright then, queen. I suppose the night is young, or the day is young. Whatever. What have you got in mind?"

She smiled and zipped up the last of her garment. "I'm hungry. Some of the vendors in the market still carry food at this hour. There's one in particular I beg to be open so I can pay him well most mornings. Avian cook. Does a lot with eggs and sausage. Perfect breakfast food, if you ask me."

Kyril was quite hungry and low on energy, despite his rather sizeable meal the night before. "Sounds good. I will be with you. Do you want me to keep pace behind or walk with you?"

"Next to me. If you walk around behind, tailing me, one of my actual guards might apprehend you. Don't want to look like a creeper now, do you?" She winked at him and smacked his rump before briskly walking out, her knee-length skirt billowing out behind her thanks to her raised tail.

Little thought was left on the situation before he darted out after her, following her down the hallways and through the grand hall before stopping in the main strip that was the marketplace. A few dozen people were milling about. Some teens were playing in the streets, a group of adolescents were laughing about a girl at school, and a few scattered venders were still active, fire alight and smoke billowing up out of their stacks.

"That one. See the one by the bridge? He does the best breakfast sandwiches." She grabbed his hand and pulled him along with her, weaving between the people before finally reaching the food cart. The merchant was a pudgy avian of red and blue feathers, with dark purple bands.

"Good twilight to you, m'lady. How can I Serve my queen tonight? The usual?" He started peeling patties of sausage off the wax paper to lay them on the grill, a single egg on a pan next to the patty.

"Two, actually. My friend here is hungry as well and he's never had a breakfast sandwich. Make it extra special for him." She tossed him a single jade coin, which he caught without even looking.

"You know, I could stay in business if you were the only one who ever enjoyed my food." He chuckled as he put on a second sausage patty and another egg on a separate pan. The cook didn't take long at all. Within minutes he was flipping the eggs and roasting the buns.

Talba turned to Kyril and rested her hand on his shoulder, rubbing at his cheek as she ran her finger tips through the fur there. "Actually, get him double the meat, please. He strikes me as a carnivore."

"Indeed I am, my queen." Kyril affirmed as he nodded, only to shake his head in confusion. 'my queen'? She wasn't his queen, why would he say that? Rather than dwell on it, he sniffed at the air, the saltiness of the sausage patty coating his nostrils. "That does smell delicious, though."

"Of course it does. He's the best, and I wouldn't buy from him if he wasn't the best. I have an entire line of chefs employed at the castle that I could command to make a five star meal at any hour of the day, and yet here I am, in the market, paying this gentle-drake here. HE deserves it."

"Your words are too kind, my queen." The cook laughed as he put the finishing touches on the breakfast sandwiches and wrapped them in paper. He handed the thicker one to Kyril and the other to Talba. "As always, please do enjoy."

The queen laughed and unwrapped her sandwich. Just as she was about to take a bite, she looked over at Kyril with a curious sidelong glance. "Aren't you going to test to make sure nobody poisoned my meal? Nasty way to go, is poison." They started walking to the bench on the bridge.

Kyril shrugged and shook his head. "Nope. I watched him intently, and you say you trust the burd. I saw nor suspected any foul play."

She grinned and bit into the meal, bits of grease dripping out the other side. As she chewed, she smiled at him and wiped her beak with the fetlocks on her wrist. "Well, it doesn't taste like poison, but let me eat yours, too. Wouldn't want to risk my guardian!" She playfully grabbed for his, but he pulled it away.

"What if I spit on it?" He stuck his tongue out, finding himself a bit more playful than he usually was. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that was influencing him, or maybe it was the astonishingly down-to-Dalon attitude the queen had. It was refreshingly unlike any royalty he'd ever encountered. She was just so immediately approachable and sociable.

"Why would that stop me? I'd happily swallow your cock, you think a little saliva would gross me out? I've tasted worse." She took another big bite and made a point to show the strand of her own saliva that bridged from her beak to the bun.

He nodded, agreeing with her logic. "I can't really argue that. Might as well try this breakfast sandwich. You are right, I've never seen anything like this." he bit into it, his much wider maw taking a chunk twice the size of her thinner beak. He chewed and pressed the combination against his tongue, tasting it as best he could. It was a little salty for his taste and lacked enough meat to satisfy his carnivore urges; good spice level, though. Not something he usually enjoyed since he was more into sauces and natural fluids like blood in his meat.

"So how is it?" She asked, like she was trying to impress him and truly cared about his response.

"I like it, actually. I admit it's not something I'd eat all the time, but it's quite delicious for what it is. Could use more meat." he took another big bite, chewing it down.

She seemed content with that, so the two ate their sandwiches together, overlooking the river under the bridge. The moon reflected in a shimmer off the calm surface, a sporadic strip of light that illuminated them both from below. After they finished and threw their paper in the garbage, Talba turned to Kyril and leaned against the bridge's stone railing. "So, when's the assassination dated for?"

What a peculiar question. "If I knew, you wouldn't have hired me."

"Oh, you know. That's precisely why I hired you." She let it sink in for a moment before clarifying. "Your employer has already been dealt with. He won't be paying you for my head. In this situation, I'm worth a lot more to you alive than dead. Would you agree?"

Kyril choked on his tongue a bit as he tried to act tough. Suddenly it all made sense that she was seeking him out in particular, why she lured him to her chambers. She likely had an entire regiment of guards outside, waiting to take his life should she call for help. Stupid! Stupid! "I don't know what you mean, miss."

"Don't fuck with me Kyril. I know there are no words that could possibly alleviate the situation in your position, so don't bother trying to talk your way out of it. The truth is, I did plenty of research before hiring you. I know all about your past thanks to an associate of mine in Trithe, I know your personality profile, and I know how you value glory more than coin and, really, anything else. Trust me, you'll be more renowned as the gnoll who bedded a queen than you would for killing me."

She was right, there was no talking his way out of this. He was caught and as exposed as he could be. Running would be met with arrows from every angle that even he couldn't dodge. Rather than bullshit her any further, he spoke as frankly as he could. He didn't want to be known for being downed in an act of cowardice. "Actually, I think if I took your life, I'd go down in history as the one who killed a queen after mating with her. That would, realistically, be the most mythical of ends."

"True, except you couldn't hope to successfully assassinate me without doing your research. I've had attempts on my life before, many times. There are many out there that can attack from the shadows, felines and avians who could be in and out before anyone in the kingdom knew of their presence. I assure you, I'm a lot harder to kill than my frame would suggest." She was still leaning against the stone railing, kicking at the dust of the bridge before using her talons to punt a single rock into the river.

The gnoll's mind was working as fast as his heartbeat, but he couldn't quite put the pieces together. She did in fact seem strong and weirdly heavy, but he couldn't decipher what was missing to explain that.

"Curious, I see. Those eyes are of a beast trying to comprehend the thoughts of a scholar. You're a warrior, not a tactician, I don't hold it against you. Let me explain. As you may have noticed my weight, my strength, and my relative size to the bed we shared all seemed grossly disproportionate to my stature. That's because I am not the size you think I am. Naturally, I'm nearly three and a half meters tall, over eleven feet if you're from the primitive lands that still use the imperial system. Through the aid of magic, I was able to compress my form to be one of a normal biped while retaining my strength and weight." She leaned into him and pressed her palm against his chest, pushing gently but with enough power and heft to force him to take a step back.

This was all too much to take in. Kyril wasn't familiar with magic, especially not any spells that could alter one's size and strength. He'd heard rumours of biological augmentation - and been accused of it in the past - but he never thought it possible. He felt ashamed, yet impressed by the queen that had bested him. "How can that be?"

"I told you, magic. The proper application of the right kind of magic in all the right places allows you to do pretty much anything. You just have to know how to not blow yourself up." She kept pushing into him, her strength greater than anything Kyril could muster to counter her. "So I have a proposition. You should leave Arrenthen. First thing in the morning. When the sun rises, you follow it. Leave, go back to your homeland, go on vacation, brag about the queen you courted, I don't care. But don't do it here."

He sighed and took a step back, slowly shaking his head. No matter what angle he came from, he was beaten. She was stronger than him, could easily have him killed, and he knew when it was stupid to try and seize glory. If nothing else, it would be foolish to attempt to kill her now, since it appeared she hid her true strength from the world. There's no glory in conquering a sleeping, pampered queen. "I accept your mercy, but I request you not tarnish my name in my absence. Is that agreeable?"

"Tarnish? No, my dear. When you leave you will be known as the most aggressive of lovers, if you can prove yourself to me." She leaned close into him, untying her sash at the front, exposing her chest feathers a bit as she pressed her breast against his and whispered in his ear. "I've seen you be an animal in bed, so now it's time to show me the beast inside."

Kyril pulled back and lowered his ears in a combination of anger and surprise. "Wait, so you knew I was sent here to end your life, you hire me on to protect against the same thing I was sent here to do, you invite me into your bed and mate with me, and then you threaten me with power I didn't know you had. And now, you beg for more?" It was as silly as it sounded.

"Well, when you put it like that I sound absolutely insane. Thing is, I don't hold grudges. I know my power, I know my skill and my ability. I forgive because I can't forget, and I know you can't hurt me but I want you to try. Be rough. As rough as you've ever been with a mare. Rougher than any stallion could be." she pecked at his neck and nuzzle-preened his fur before walking away down the bridge, calling one last offer before she disappeared into the gaggle of shoppers that were still in the market. "You can either have the night of your life before departing or you can leave now. Up to you. Ciao."

The gnoll stood atop the arch bridge, alone with only the sound of the running water trickling underneath and the gentle bustling of the patrons of the marketplace as idle noise. He had no idea what to do, if she was tricking him or luring him into a trap. If she was sincere and genuinely wanted his affections. After only mere seconds of stewing over the angles she might be working, he burst forward to dash through the crowd. If she wanted him dead, she'd have it done whether he got to lie with her again or not. Simple as that.

He didn't catch up to her until she was at the gates of the castle walls, about to slip back inside. When she saw him, she smiled and bowed. "Glad to see you could make it, Kyril. Come, we have business to attend to." She feigned poise and dignity while also making it clear that her tail was rising under her skirt in the anticipation of what he was going to do to her.

That certainly didn't help his self control, since he followed close behind until they were just outside her door. He grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around, slamming her back against the stone walls with enough impact to dislodge some dust from the ceiling. He pressed his muzzle up to her neck, growling and biting at her feathers as he forcefully disrobed her, tearing the shirt she was wearing and quickly unbuckling the skirt to leave it on the ground.

He pressed his fingers up against her pussy, one finger on either lip and the middle digit slipping into her folds, prodding at her clit before sliding in deep and curling up to pleasure her most sensitive spots. He growled again as he felt her clit pushing out down into the palm of his hand, smearing her fluids all over the rough patches of his paw.

Talba hissed at him with an aggressive grin, leaning back into him and cupping under his leathers to squeeze his cock in its sheathe. "Now that's a bit more like it. Fuck me hard and deep, and don't stop even if I tell you to." She pushed her body to his and lifted one of her legs to rest on his hip, her free hand unbuckling his belt again.

As soon as he felt it loosen and fall to the ground at his feet, he reached under her knee and held her in place as he peeled his sheath back, exposing his rapidly growing length. He wasted no time, quickly stabbing it into her with one smooth motion. She gasped and held her head back, grinding her hips against his to swallow as much of his member as she could.

She looked into his eyes as another grunting moan escaped her beak. She wrapped both arms around his neck to force his head down onto her feathered breasts, her foot talon grabbing onto his tail base for added leverage as he continued to aggressively lunge into her. She quickly reached over and grabbed the door handle of her chambers, forcing the door open and angling her head to urge him inside.

He picked her up in his powerful arms, wrists locked around her waist to keep his cock buried deep in her depths as he slammed her through the doors. Collectively, they stumbled before she landed on her back on the bed, pulling him down with her. Despite losing his balance, he never stopped pushing into her, bucking his hips and forcing every inch of his member into her soft, tender cunt. She wanted it rough, and she wanted all of him she could take, so he'd give her what she wanted.

Talba clawed idly at her sheets, biting at the fabric and using every muscle she had to keep her legs spread and tail lifted to ensure he could keep at her. She winked her cunt in time with his every thrust, squeezing and pushing down on him like she was pushing out an egg, holding him snug and enhancing the sensations for both. Though she was pushing down with enough power to force anything out of her, His cock kept plunging into her as deep as it would go, his belly and sheath slapping against her meaty lips, splattering her fluid in little specks on his fur.

Kyril kept at her, wrapping both hands around her thigh for leverage as he bucked his hips like a stallion, pulling out mostly only to plunge it back in to the hilt. Each aggressive attack on her cunt rocked her massive bed and coaxed a gentle cry from her, so he pushed harder, thrust deeper, and did so with increasing vigor.

She kept squeezing, tighter than any female gnoll or even his travelling companion Saestal; he wasn't used to such powerful lovers, so he knew he had to hold off a bit. He grabbed at her clit and started rubbing it violently with his thumb as he pulled out, leaving her tenderized canal gaping and quivering as he waited for another penetration. She got it, but not what she likely expected.

As her pussy lips were throbbing and tensing with every rub of her clit, he rubbed his palm up and down her vulva, capturing much of her fluids and soaking his paw with them. He could see his fur was darkened with her natural lubricant, so he slipped a couple of fingers inside her to please her from within as his other thumb worked her clit like a button, pressing and rubbing against it opposite his dexterous fingers.

Talba slowly rolled onto her back and parted her legs as best she could, clutching at the side of her bed with her talons to lift her hips up higher to reach him, her muscles relaxing and tensing in erratic patterns. She splayed her hands out to balance as she lifted her hips up as high as they would go, her cunt nearly at Kyril's chest.

But he didn't take his thumb off her clit or fingers out of his cunt. As she pushed back and grunted and moaned at him, he could feel her flesh growing looser and her fluids flowing more freely. She was slick as a hen laying an egg, and he had a ball to use on her. He palmed her clit and twisted his wrist, using thumb and forefinger to part her lips with one hand as he forced his entire other fist into her, all fingers tapered in a point. As his forearm disappeared into her, he balled his hand up into a fist and pushed it in deeper until he felt his knuckles press against her cervix.

Her entire body convulsed and pushed back at him, grinding her hips down on him as the bulge of his forearm distended her pussy lips. She clenched in a powerful orgasm that was tight enough to nearly force him out, but he pushed back and kept as much of his limb inside her, forcing his way as deep as it would go.

"W-wow." He marveled as he saw a bulge form in her belly in the shape and angle that his fist was inside her. Soft flesh squeezed around his wrist, sucking it in deep but also forcing the bulge of his forearm out. He started thrusting in and out of her, punching at her womb with the vigor that he'd exert while masturbating, pounding at her flesh as his fist plowed in and out of her, leaving her tenderized.

All at once, he yanked his arm from her depths with enough pull to splay her fluids all over the wall and floor behind him. While she was still moaning and writhing on her bed, cunt gaped wide open and back twitching in a series of involuntary counter-thrusts, he dove into her muff, snout first. He felt her lips slide over his muzzle with ease, only to clench up almost instantly and force him back out as a spurt of her female ejaculate sprayed all over his face. He eagerly licked it up and got to his feet, angling his massive, bulging cock at her opening and plunging it into her with one powerful hip thrust.

She wrapped her legs around him to keep him there, grinding her hips against his as he pummeled her cunt. The queen was muttering gibberish and squawking nonsense into her bed sheets as her beak pinched at the fabric. She was gyrating and grinding her hips as much as she could, doing as much work as he was to match his vigor.

To Kyril's delight and surprise, she felt as tight as before despite her loosened walls. He had literally pummeled her cunt with his balled fist, fucking her like a stallion without the courtesy of flaring up only near her womb, and yet she squeezed as tight as before, only this time her walls were softer, more tender. That unexpected twist literally sucked the seed from him, her wavelike contractions going from vulva to cervix, sheathe to cock tip, as rapidly as her heart was beating.

The gnoll growled loudly as he unconsciously grabbed for whatever he could find for leverage - in this case, her tail - as he pushed as hard as he could, so much of him getting swallowed by her hungry cunt that he felt her lips smothering most of his sheathe as his balls twitched and shot stream after stream of seed into her womb.

The moment she felt his hot mess mucking up her insides again, she squeezed one final time, spewing more of her ejaculate all over his belly to mix with the seed of his that she was forcing out around his shaft. The two bubbled together in a foamy mess around her cunt and on the underside of her tail. She felt him twitch and jerk wildly as he deposited more of his seed in her, but she wasn't done with him yet. "I wouldn't give up yet. Your cock may be spent, but there's more gnoll I want in me." She hissed at him with a playful smile.

Kyril knew exactly what she meant by that, so he pulled his still-hard cock from her depths and gasped at the sudden coldness of the air before forcing his fist back into her, using their combined fluids as an immensely useful lubricant. He played with the gooey mess between his fingers as he leaned into her, feeling her lips part with ease and swallow his entire arm up to the elbow. As his fingertips prodded at her womb, he noticed her cervix was gaping open, hungry for cum.

"You feel that. I'm in season. Means my womb needs what you can offer it. You don't want to let it down, do you?" She pushed back, forcing his fingertips to poke into her uterus.

He blinked, but then pushed in deeper, exploring with his claws, looking for some sort of leverage so he could angle his wrist and pull himself in deeper. He didn't find it, but he had a great time tickling at her womb and hyena-chuckling at her as she cooed and giggled back at his every motion. He curled his bicep so that his forearm pressed against her G-spot, rotating his wrist and pumping a few shallow thrusts into her.

She stopped him by grabbing at his upper arm, holding him in place as she used her other hand to grasp at nothing until she found his other paw. "Both. Be rough, don't waste time." She was brief, but her desires were clear. She wanted to feel abused as best he could offer her.

Slowly, he pulled his hand from her womb and kept his hand flat, palm pressed up against her anterior wall and clit resting near the inside of his elbow as he used his other hand to further smear her juices all over his other arm. He pressed his palm against the forearm that was being squeezed by her lips, forcing the entire hand in with knuckles pressing up against her G-spot. She was tight - too tight to penetrate easily - but he kept pushing and idly rotating both wrists until his knuckles popped in. From there, the rest of his hand was practically sucked into her as her lips clenched down in a wink, latching onto his wrist.

Talba started rocking back and forth as the bulge of both his fists rotated inside her, distending her flesh in every direction. She slowly rolled onto her belly, forcing her entire body to turn on his hands, nearly twisting his wrists inside him. She kept pushing back, bucking back onto him and angling her hips to get him deeper, but she just wasn't quite that loose. Yet.

Kyril had a deliciously devious idea pop into his head, urging him to lock in fingers from both fingers into a prayer-like double fist, all fingers and both thumbs interlocked to form a ball inside. A giant knot made of digits and bones and knuckles. He cranked his wrists to the side, rotating his fists in her pussy, dragging knuckles over her G-spot and forcing himself in as deep as he would go. He watched with amazed arousal as her malleable flesh stretched and distended, sliding over both forearms and squeezing around his elbows. HE could feel the broad side of both fists punching against her gaping cervix, but there was no way he could go in deeper.

Instead, he pulled mostly out so that the tightness of her winking clit and the ring of muscle near her opening was squeezing the thinnest part of what was inside her - the wrists. Despite him tugging, they wouldn't come out.

She tried to pull away, crawling on all fours across the bed, only to yank him along with her, forcing him to get on his knees and crawl across the bed with her. The bulge of his double thick fist had tied her good, and she was still spewing combined cum and her own creamy fluid.

Like a good stud, he rotated his wrists around inside in a half-motion clockwise, then tugged, then pushed back in as deep as he would go, rotating counter clockwise, leaning in to lick up the mess that had been forced out of her cunt to run down over his elbows. He thrust into her, the massive knot of his fists plunging deep into her then pulling back out, only to be caught at the rim of muscle near her opening.

In and out he pushed and pulled, rotating with each motion to tenderize her from within until she let out a wailing cry, trying her best to pull away, only to fall over the other side of the bed and land on her face, pulling him with her. His fists were still tied into her throbbing, weakened cunt, the lips and clit constantly tensed up and secreting copious amounts of fluid.

She slowly turned around so she was on her back, pussy aiming up and legs int he air as she splayed out for stability.

He quickly shifted as well so that his feet were on the ground and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, both fists still lodged in her as his cock throbbed to full mast, drooling another wave of precum over the underside of his shaft to mess up her inner thigh fur. He gave another few idle thrusts and twisted his hands inside her as deep as they would go before parting palms, forcing one hand in deeper than the other and the fingers could unlock from each other.

In one fluid motion, she squeezed down as hard as she could and he yanked both fists from her depths, a racuous wet squelch erupting from her depths before her cunt widened from lips to cervix, walls covered in creamy fluid that was dribbling down her canal to pool in her womb.

Without thinking, he angled his hips and grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip of it between her lips, forcing himself into her again, using their combined fluids as lube as he bucked downward into her once again. Her cunt was soft, tender, and not squeezing at all. She was spent and probably too sore to continue, but that didn't stop him from pumping one last round into her.

Despite her flesh only softly caressing his length, the thought of her ruined cunt helped bring him to another climax quickly, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he left another sticky mess directly in her uterus. AS soon as he pulled out, he used one of his soggy, cummy hands to close her vulva, tickling at her clit to make her clench up. He watched with delight as an eruption of fluid dribbled out over her cunt and asshole, leaving a mess on the floor.

"A parting gift from me." He whispered as he got to his feet, cock still at full mast. He gathered his belongings and left her in the fetal position aside her bed, rocking back and forth as his cum dribbled out her ruined, gaping cunt.

"Come visit again." She managed to call out before he closed the door behind him.