Author's Note

Welcome back to Eros, slightly unexpectedly, folks! This chapter was originally the middle third of chapter 37.1, until I decided it was way too big for an opening chapter of a new story arc. I thus made the decision to break it in three. This also meant I had to add some extra transition text, so even if you've read this before, reread at least the start, since it's a little different now!

As the chapter number implies, this story arc takes place immediately after chapter 37 of Feathered Hearts - Continuation and Chronicles and will basically fill in the gap between chapter 37 and the future chapter 38, which will pick up after the events of this arc.

That said, I guess all that leaves is the content warning:

Chapter contains: Involuntarily stripped and aroused griffons along with one ibex buck and drakina, magical breast, cock and ball enhancement, several slowly developing scenes running the gamut from FF to MM and MMF, a lot of fantasy fodder, previously ignorant griffon eaglesses and tiercels discovering the joys of boobs and teatplay, two Paladin tiercels and two Raven eaglesss turned gay for each other, and Gilda actively and openly fantasizing about her comrades.

Enjoy, and thanks for following the story! Oh, and if you want some mood music? As this was originally released around Christmas, a Viking-themed Xmas album seems oddly appropriate given the season and theme:

To listen to it, I'm not actually sure what that music has to do with Xmas, but I'm glad it showed up in my suggestions all the same.

37.2 - Queen's Gambit: Secrets Revealed

“What? No!” Cipio shouted in shock as he seemed to notice his revealed features exactly when a gaping Gilda did, a series of coat-altering enchantments along with fur and feather dyes evaporating right off him to reveal King Cheetah hindquarters and Eastern Imperial Eagle forequarters instead of the leopard spots and Harrier plumage that had been there before.

Forgetting his excitement, he somewhat comically tried to cover his entire body with his talons by shifting them around rapidly, causing his spear to spring free and surge further before the amazed eyes of Optio Virgo, who started hurriedly sketching him for a second time. “By all my Ancient and long-dishonored Ancestors, don’t let them see!”

But yet again, the Queen only shook her head. “I’m truly sorry, Tribune, but it is for the best. Take it from a shapeshifter that it is time for all of us to drop our disguises,” she said calmly as despite their distraction, the Magus and Paladins gaped at him, the latter craning their necks to stare even as they continued to clutch at each other and rub their phalluses together.

“Never mind that it is a major source of your fear, or that you have no right to keep such secrets while demanding that I—and the Centurion—reveal ours. The simple fact is that much of your inability to feel proper passion has come from being unable to reveal your true self to your peers and underlings alike. That ends here. It is time you become the griffon and commander you were meant to be. And that means no longer hiding your plumage or denying your lineage for fear of what others will think.”

“By the Ancestors…” Fortrakt muttered, exchanging a startled glance with Giraldi. To see Cipio’s form fully naked for the first time, a surprised and impressed Gilda had the thought that she understood why he had disguised himself, given griffons with Imperial Eagle heads were originally from the Cheetahean peninsula that had been disputed territory all the way back to the days of the Gryphon Empire.

Such griffons were historically looked upon with sometimes severe disfavor even to the present day. It was understandable given the clan from which they had sprung were one-time collaborators with the Ibex, who had laid longtime claim to the area which the Kingdom and Ascendancy had fought several wars and countless border skirmishes over.

The same held true for his cheetah hindquarters, which she recalled was also common to the region, giving the peninsula its name. And worse for him, a King Cheetah coat indicated he was descended from the region’s ruling line, marking him as a potential heir to both his clan and—in the eyes of far too many griffons—their onetime treachery.

“Then he was hiding his heritage all this time…?” Giraldi posed the question Gilda wanted to ask. Despite his many affronts, she was surprised to find herself looking upon the Tribune’s brawny body in new appreciation, not just for his obvious strength and skill, but for simply understanding how hard it must have been to conceal his true ancestry throughout his life and military career. “Does even his Uxor know?”

“She does,” the Queen said almost sadly, to which Cipio had to squeeze his eyes shut and look away. “But she only learned of it when she gave birth to two cubs that had either his avian or feline features, and as you might guess, she was less than happy. I'm sure you can also imagine the severe strain it has put on their marriage and family, as they have had to disguise their cubs as well. It has hung like an axe waiting to fall over his private and professional life for a very long time, and as a result, he has often been impotent in the presence of his Uxor regardless of what they have tried.”

“Wha—don’t tell them that!” Despite his near-panic, he couldn’t escape his equally strong desires. His eyes flitted from one naked and aroused eagless to the next before locking on his aide’s rigid wings and quartet of now rapidly-swelling mammaries as she leaned back to hurriedly sketch him.

Noticing where his gaze fell, she leaned back from her writing to both give him a better view and stare in amazement at her own enhanced anatomy. She continued to write with one set of talons even while reaching down to cup and heft a single breast as it grew directly into her grasp, causing her to shudder and moan as she began to work her own flesh.

“Impotent, is he?” Obsidian Ire grinned toothfully, and even Miles Fortuna smirked to see the Tribune’s reaction to his adjutant pleasuring herself before him. “How apt and unsurprising.”

“Well, he’s definitely not now!” Gilda rejoined with an evil grin of her own as she noticed him lick his lips and make kneading motions at his aide with his talons before he caught himself and shook his head hard, curling his digits into fists. “Perhaps his aide is much more attractive and amorous than his wife?”

The eyes of Rubens Virgo instantly lit up at the suggestion. “Am I…?” she asked the Tribune earnestly as she saw the effect she was having on him, caressing herself in front of him. Putting her writing implements aside, she then laid herself back against the floor and wall in offering and pulled her haunches apart to give him a spectacular view of her nethers and newly prominent belly breasts, which continued to grow to melon-sized under the influence of the Queen’s sensual spellwork.

“I don’t care what your heritage is, Tribune—in the eyes of this eagless, the sins of your Ancestors do not fall upon you! Your true fur and feathers are striking, but that matters less to me than your brilliant mind and warrior ability! You are the mightiest male I have ever met, and you don’t have to hide your true self before me! So by our most fertile and fecund gods of old… if you want me… then by all the Crows of the Kingdom, take me!” she beseeched him, then reached down to spread her lips wide in offering, letting him see that she was, in fact, still very much a virgin.

“By my Ancestors…” The Tribune gave a very ragged intake of breath at her fervent declaration, his body starting to shake as his hips gave an involuntary thrust. His spear twitched hard in her direction and even spurted a small string of clear fluid onto his adjutant's surprised belly, eliciting a moan when she began to rub it into her fur-covered flesh. Seeing her actions, he gave a keening trill as he took one, then another involuntary step towards her that he seemed to be fighting, his repeatedly thrusting hips trying to force him forward before he caught himself and clutched his head.

“Go forth, Tribune…” Fortrakt told him in a low voice, seemingly urging him forward with all his mental strength as Gilda and Giraldi gave him a strange look. “Take her.”

But then a wave of panic overtook the Tribune and he shrank back, all but clutching himself. “No! I c-can’t… For the love of the Ancestors, please stop this, Queen Lepidoptes! Before I… I…” Losing his balance, he fell forward hard and found his face suddenly staring directly into her enticing and wobbling mammary mounds, whose taut teats and trembling forms awaited his touch. “Before I…” he began again as his beak opened and his face began to drift lower, closer to his aide’s body, who arched her back as she pushed her lowest set of breasts up to meet him.

“That’s right. Suckle each of her teats as you take her nest and then her tail…” Fortrakt licked out with his long tongue just before the Tribune did the same. As Gilda held her breath, he began to position himself before her as the entire room waited expectantly, watching as he moved to grasp her legs.

But before he could close the remaining distance, he was abruptly levitated by the Queen up and away. “I think that will do, Decurion,” she told Fortrakt in a reproachful air.

“Hey!” the Tribune and his aide both shouted, but the Queen only shook her head, though not before giving what Gilda swore was a sharp warning look to Fortrakt, locking gazes with him, her orange eyes narrowing. No words were said out loud, but her longtime partner abruptly flinched and then visibly cringed, instantly baring his throat before bowing low and stepping hastily away.

Though Gilda wasn’t sure what that was about—he was just saying his own sordid fantasies out loud, and it would be a lie to say she wasn’t tempted by them herself! —she didn’t question the Queen.

“I’m sorry, Tribune. And I apologize to you as well, Optio Virgo. I would normally not deny either of you the chance to rut and my hive to gain love, but I cannot allow it just yet. For if you give in now, and worse, take her not entirely of your own volition, then that love would be tainted. And the lesson I need to teach you will not take.” She looked pointedly at Fortrakt again as she spoke, earning another grimace.

Cipio deflated hard at her words. “Ancestors above… I finally find an eagless who will accept me as I am, but you won’t allow me to have her? You truly are a selfish and cruel seductress!” he accused, staring longingly back at his forlorn aide, whose wings and tail had drooped even as she remained trapped on her back awaiting him.

“If I was, then I would have let you have her, even knowing the damage it would ultimately do,” Queen Lepidoptes answered instantly. “You’re not ready, and neither is she. But by the time you leave here, I promise that you will both be.”

“Crows take it… you turn us all into tuck toys, but then don’t let us play?” He clutched his head again in frustration.

“Not at all, for ‘play’ you will. Whether you believe this or not, I am truly sorry it has to be this way, Cauda Cipio. I was working very patiently over our many months together to bring you to the point that circumstances now require you to arrive at immediately. But in the end, you, the war, and your own Magus leave me little choice in the matter,” she said simply, nodding over to where Diva Desiderii continued to float the two Paladins overhead, who seemed to be making love as much to each other as her beak.

“That said, please note that I gave you—and her—every chance to avoid this and walk away, simply by respecting my crown and obeying my orders while you were on board my airship, as per your own Queen’s instructions,” she reminded him by holding up Queen Molyneux’s proclamation, causing him to fall silent.

“At the same time, let me make clear that it is not your numerous affronts or insults that bring us to this point, nor abusing my trust to use my Hive in your operations without consulting me, forcing us to abandon and destroy our longtime home against our will. It is simply clear to me that here and now, it is you and not the Centurion who is unfit for command,” she began, levitating him higher into the air above the table and beginning to rotate him, displaying him for all to see.

He gave a very cublike whimper as he was presented to his allies and underlings in his true plumage with a very erect spear. He tried to look away, but couldn’t seem to keep his eyes closed, his body trembling and phallus throbbing as he appeared to drink in all the gazes on him, starting to all but writhe in the Queen’s magical grip even though she wasn’t directly stimulating him. “Ancestors above, wh-why is this so…”

She smiled. “That’s right, Tribune. Deep down, you want to be seen and celebrated for who you truly are, even though part of you still fights it,” the Queen said in something approaching compassion.

“That’s why you were so tempted by your own aide despite the vast gulf between you in terms of age, experience and station—she loves you for your true self, and not the thin veneer of another griffon that you and your wife feel you must wear. That’s ultimately why we worked as a couple, as well. But a single spell-aided encounter cannot solve the underlying issues. Especially if it is coerced,” she explained with another pointed look at a still-cringing Fortrakt.

“Even if I let you do it, you would be unable to deal with the powerful passions you felt and shun her after, sending her as far away as you could. Your fears and insecurities blind you, and if not addressed, will compel you to make decisions that are decidedly not in the interests of the city or the Kingdom. For the sake of both, to say nothing of my own hive, my only option is to relieve you of those fears and insecurities here and now. And so I will. Don’t worry—I promise you will very much enjoy the process. Indeed, it would appear that you already are.”

She began to tease him with tendrils of her aura lightly brushing against his wings and flight muscles, causing him to visibly quiver and close his eyes tightly as he bit off trills. “Don’t fight it, Tribune. Revel in it. For just as you said, what you desire above all else is to be seen and accepted for who you truly are. And not just in terms of appearance, but proclivity,” she reminded him slyly, to which the Tribune tensed. “And that, far more than my mating magic, is why you ultimately found passion and pleasure with me.”

“Yes...” He gave a shuddering breath and his spear spurted, leaving Gilda wondering if he was going to orgasm on the spot. But the Queen cast yet another spell at the base of his organ, putting a glowing ring around it that seemingly prevented him from climaxing.

“Not yet,” she told him at his freshly shocked expression. “Not until those same proclivities are seen and understood by all. Not until you fully accept them. Your underlings are going to know the true you, Cauda Cipio. And you, in turn, will learn that you do not need to fear them knowing.”

“True self, huh? I look forward to seeing what else he’s been hiding.” For her part, Gilda found herself enjoying the illicit display immensely, gratified to see her erstwhile commander get what she still found to be a sorely deserved comeuppance.

“So it turns out that the Tribune of one of our largest Guard garrisons not only hid his ancestry but has been laying with a Changeling Queen? I’m sure that the Council of Crows would be most interested to learn this. As would Queen Molyneux herself.” She leered at him, suddenly wishing she had a human portal device to record the proceedings. And increasingly, somecreature to service her splayed wings and freshly bulging belly breasts.

“Not just your Council of Crows and Queen, Grizelda Behertz,” Karin Kazal said smugly as he watched beneath the swirling singularity spell his own horns were channeling; his already-large balls bulging further and spear hanging hard beneath his belly as his face became an odd mix of mischief and a lustful, lascivious grin.

“I daresay the Capricorn Conclave would have been very intrigued to know that one of the Kingdom’s most skilled and trusted senior Guard officers was not only a full-blooded descendant of a disfavored line, but further compromised by a Changeling Queen,” he recited the damning facts as his antlers remained brightly aglow with the Queen’s spell, bathing the three Ravens and one drakina in its brilliance.

Gilda was impressed as they resisted the effects, often balling their talons into fists to keep from digging them into their bodies. But it was also clear that the three were slowly giving in, between the furtive glances they exchanged and the wings that kept brushing against each other. But despite that, the Starshina continued to taunt the Tribune, though he did seem to turn away enough to display his large sac to the four females.

“Just imagine the blackmail material that could have resulted from sharing your actual ancestry with your superiors and subordinates, Cauda Cipio. As the loss of face and honor would have been severe for not just you, but your entire family? I daresay we could have put you in our pocket, turning you into one of our finest assets.”

That elicited another reproachful look from the Queen that caused his expression to drop and even his spear to slightly soften. “I would not have allowed that, Starshina. But I could think of other Changeling rulers who would not be so inclined,” she told him mildly.

“Other rulers? You mean like…” Even Obsidian Ire sounded entranced from where she watched over the room. She hadn’t moved from where she was still standing between the Starshina and three Ravens, but her arousal was very much in evidence, with a thicker and almost sweet-smelling smoke wafting out of her nose along with a glistening wetness between her scaled legs.

“I do indeed, drakina. As much as we despise Queen Chrysalis for turning not just the ponies but the entire world of Tellus against us, there is no question that she is appallingly effective at controlling and manipulating others. But I am different.”

“Are you…?” Miles Fortuna wondered aloud as the Paladins and Magus continued to cavort on the other side of the room before her astonished eyes. “With due respect, Queen Lepidoptes, how is all this not manipulation?”

“A fair question, Senior Scimitar, which I will answer in due course. And I do apologize for drawing the rest of you into this. But as I think about it, perhaps it is for the best—it is important that everycreature understand just how potent our mating magic is, and in turn why the Centurion and Starshina could not easily resist it. Granted, this is a much more powerful form of it, but the difference is only a matter of degree. And the time it takes to be effective.”

“Potent indeed…” Devi Desiderii admitted around the spears in her beak. “A-And as it consumes defensive magic as well as clothes, it would take a caster of comparable power to counter it. Or even b-begin to resist the corruptive influence and contagion of the spell,” the sorely distracted eagless said just before she floated the two Paladins further forward, repositioning her talons on their citrus-sized orbs and angling their spears downward so she could take more of them in her maw.

She did so shortly, but not before caressing their swollen sacs once and gently squeezing them together before her talons found and inserted a single digit directly into their anal openings, causing them to squawk and stiffen as their orbs partially contracted and spears pulsed once like they were giving a single spurt.

As Gilda watched, the two suspended tiercels trilled their pleasure and began clutching each other in pure rapture, calling to their Ancestors and urging more from the Magus even as they ever-more frantically groped at each other, trying to both push back against her pleasuring paws and forward into her beak. She obliged their pleas on the latter by taking the pair of Paladin phalluses deeper in her muzzle, but only after casting what appeared to be an additional spell on her own throat.

Though Gilda wasn’t sure of the effect, it induced the two males to arch their backs and turn to each other fully as they stretched out their haunches and splayed their hind claws in midair, beginning to run their talons directly through the other’s wings and fur-covered flight muscles.

“Ancestors…” This time, it was Giraldi who spoke the invocation, taking another step towards them like he wanted to join in. Gilda didn’t blame him given that within seconds, the pair of powerful Paladins had fully succumbed to both the intense ecstasy of the act under the influence of not just the Queen’s sensual spellcasting, but that of the Magus as well.

As everycreature in the room watched, they began to openly make out with each other in midair, rubbing their spears and sacs together as eagerly as they thrust as one into the mage’s open beak. “How did she know about that male-only pleasure button?” her former First Spear wondered aloud as beside him, Fortrakt was duplicating the gestures and movements she was making with his own talons.

But before an answer could be offered, the Queen spoke again. “You are correct on all counts, Devi Desiderii. Though given it is your aura suspending and servicing those two, I would note that most of the magic currently affecting them is not mine,” the Queen pointed out in a mild tone and measured amusement, causing the Senior Stave’s blue eyes to go wide for a moment before closing again, seemingly savoring the taste and feel of the male meat in her gaped-open beak.

“And before any of you wonder or worry, please note that I have not shared this spell with anycreature else, nor would I. Be glad this is the case, for if Queen Chrysalis knew it, she could have conquered Canterlot quite easily. She would then imprison the entire pony population in the pod prisons she favors so she could endlessly leech them of love, using them to power herself and her Hive up to unimaginable levels,” she noted idly, then chuckled.

“Fortunately, fatally short-sighted and obsessed with subterfuge as she is, she is completely unaware that this exotic incantation exists, and I plan to keep it that way. It is our Hive’s best and final defense against invading armies short of the Cloven or rival Hives, upon whom it would regrettably have no effect in its current form. For just as it does not affect my drones, it would not affect other Changelings, either. Nor those creatures like the Cloven who were derived from them. They will have to be dealt with more… conventionally.”

“Incredible…” Giraldi whispered while he watched the scene with the Tribune’s security detail unfold as the pair of Paladin tiercels settled back fully into her groping talons, instinctively turning towards her to give her easier access. “I once again offer my sincerest compliments to you and your line, Queen Lepidoptes. Using this remarkable megaspell developed over many centuries, you could indeed win a war without firing a single shot.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far, Optio…” Queen Lepidoptes said with a smirk as the pair of Paladins came hard with a mutual trill of pleasure and erupted inside the beak of the prone Magus, their balls visibly contracting back up into their bodies as they came.

Unable to swallow it all, at least one of the phalluses flopped free to spurt all over her face and chest as a wide-eyed and slack-beaked Tribune Cipio and Optio Rubens Virgo watched, the former’s spear throbbing hard and drooling onto the table over which he hovered while the latter clawed frantically at her nest and newly swollen teats, still visibly surprised at the sensations she felt from the latter.

The Queen raised her head as if to soak it all in as the singularities she was powering suddenly intensified. “Ah… such exquisite ecstasy, made all the more delectable by the unleashed affections those three long held for each other, awaiting only an opportunity to be set free and given proper voice,” she mused happily as even the Silencers and Archons closed their eyes and stretched their necks out for a moment, seemingly drinking it in. “As you can see, Optio, at least two cannons were fired just now, and I strongly suspect more will follow. Including your own.”

“Perhaps…” Giraldi admitted as he looked down his body to see his spear and sac threatening to surpass the size they had reached before under the cider influence. “But even though I am not a Magus Knight, I can also sense the staggering amount of magic that spell you are casting contains. I must ask, though—given the massive amount of mana that you said it requires, can you sustain it for very long?”

She smiled. “Not for more than a few minutes without a continuous infusion of love, no. But that is the beauty of this rather intricate and elegant but magic-intensive incantation. For you see, all the lovemaking it induces recharges me even as the megaspell itself drains me. Thus, in a closed environment such as this with a captive but very amorous audience? I could sustain it for quite a while. Hours, even, for as long as your energy holds out,” she told him with a wink and grin.

She then materialized a large bowl of dark and fizzy liquid in the middle of the table along with a series of mugs and bowls. “Fortunately, our energy brews can sustain you for quite a while, so please drink it as needed. Nonetheless, an excellent insight, Galen Giraldi. Clearly, unlike the Tribune’s guards and Magus, you retain your reason. And a will to resist its effects.”

“Only because we’ve got some practice by now,” Gilda granted as she, too, locked her eyes on the scene, her teats tingling in sympathy as she saw those of the Magus standing quite proudly and rigidly erect on her belly, capping four impressive mounds that could each easily accommodate an entire set of tiercel talons.

“Yes, I suppose you do,” the Queen granted in turn. “In truth, I am impressed how both you and the Ravens have held out this long, but there is no reason to do so. You are in my home and enjoying my hospitality. So by all means, indulge,” she invited them with a sweeping wave of a hoof over the entire room.

“By doing so, you help not just yourselves, but us as well, feeding my drones and unhatched eggs alike. By doing so, you aid your Queen and Kingdom by powering up my soldiers, who will be able to dispatch the Cloven far more quickly should they return.”

“So I see…” Gilda found that she was more amazed and aroused than appalled. She sensed that the sexual effects of the Queen’s spellwork were impossibly even stronger than that of the potion-infused cider, which instantly spiked hard within her and redoubled the effects of the Changeling Monarch’s mating aura. It was a wave of pure sensual desire and passion she felt, suddenly wanting very badly to rut, and much like Karin Kazal, not even finding herself that picky about who it was with.

Unable to help herself, she immediately began appraising potential partners. Her eyes flitted first to Fortrakt, whose brilliant green eyes were now fixed on the Magus and two Paladins—dweeby though he was, had he not earned the right to rut her by fighting at her side and saving her from herself repeatedly? Surely he had! —to Miles Fortuna, who she reasoned she had wronged by accusing the other eagless of treason and threatening to kill her when she was just obeying the Tribune’s idiotic orders. What better way to make it up to her by introducing her to what her human friends had taught her about the joys of teatplay?

Giraldi was another possibility—she had never known a more patient, powerful or honorable tiercel, and did he not deserve the ultimate reward for all the help he had given her both before and after she ascended to Centurion? Even if he did seem more interested in other males by then, surely he would not decline the chance to take her…

As he had done once already?

And then there was the exquisitely erect and impressively enhanced Starshina, who she could sense was fighting valiantly to not unleash his own potent magic on every griffon female in the room as his gaze continually flitted from one aroused eagless to the next. She couldn’t help but shiver as his hungry gaze locked with hers for a moment, leaving her no doubt that he was actively imagining all the things they hadn’t tried before that he could yet do to her.

Guess I gave him a taste for eagless, and I gained a taste for ibex bucks back! He was an excellent lover and already earned me. So why not indulge him again? she actively considered before a sharp reminder that she had promised Marco she wouldn’t.

Her gaze even floated over towards Obsidian Ire, whose orange eyes were wide and snout was agape as she beheld the unlikely and still-intensifying scene Magus-and-Paladin scene before her, her forked tongue starting to hang out of her mouth as she continued to stand between the Starshina and the three Raven females. Though she had positioned herself to protect them from him, the wisps of smoke coming out of her nostrils were now smelling strangely sweetened and there was steam suddenly wafting from between her legs, where her hot and glistening draconic lips were now very much in evidence.

So she really IS turned on! Gilda realized as, sensing her gaze, the drakina’s slitted orange eyes locked with Gilda’s gold ones briefly. For a single, tantalizing moment, the latter was certain they were sharing a mutual fantasy of her head held between the larger female’s legs, being made to orally pleasure her as penance for ambushing her when they first met and insulting her repeatedly over the course of the battles around the lake.

But whatever the powerful black-scaled drakina was thinking, she flinched hard and tore her gaze away, balling her talons back into fists to keep them from reaching between her legs followed by crossing them hard over her black-scaled chest. And yet, neither she nor the Ravens had made any move to leave like the Paladins had initially attempted to do, seemingly willing to desert the Tribune in the face of whatever their newly revealed and increasingly all-consuming desires were.

Desires that were now in full evidence as their panting forms were slowly lowered to the floor by the Magus; the ends of their barely-slackened spears still coated with each other’s cream as they continued to clutch and kiss each other on the way down. When their hind paws touched the floor, they nearly collapsed on top of Devi Desiderii but found their balance quickly, finding themselves staring down at the naked and aroused eagless trapped on her back before them. She bared her throat at them, making it clear she had enjoyed herself when she made a show of darting her tongue out, cleansing every part of her face and beak that she could reach with it of their seed.

With a glance at each other followed by a mutual and very feral growl, the lion-and-tiger pair sat back and started freely groping the Senior Stave’s beautiful and inviting body. They started at her chest, working alternately towards her belly and wingbases, leaving her trilling her pleasure as her nest frantically winked just like a pony mare. Despite that, the two males didn’t neglect each other as they stretched out their necks towards each other, their beaks clicking together as they began making out anew over her while their barely-softened spears now hung high over her chests, pointing at her face again.

“By the Ancient Dragon Lords…” Obsidian Ire whispered as she stared across the room at them, seemingly unaware her long draconic tail was slowly but steadily curling upwards between her legs; its tapered tip reaching for her steaming slit until it found her lips and parted them with a wet slurp.

“By Tara’s tits and Marco’s cock…” Gilda found herself resorting to human slang to see it as the dragon female curled her own tail over to draw its length across her exquisitely engorged opening, suddenly and sorely wishing her tasseled tip was rigid enough to be inserted directly into her dripping nest.

“And so a griffon flock is born…” Fortrakt used an olden term to describe what amounted to pony-style herds among griffons, which had not been in use for well over a millennium. “Are you able to marry them, Queen Lepidoptes?” he suddenly asked the changeling Monarch when he heard the eagless exclaim that she wanted to spend her life with the two tiercels, to which the Queen smiled.

“Well. I could by our societal laws and traditions, but for it to be given any sort of standing in our society or yours, they would have to join my Hive first and swear allegiance to my crown. Even if now willing to accept us openly, I’m not sure that most griffons would accept that given it would be seen as a betrayal of Queen and Kingdom, and marriages with multiple partners remain quite taboo in the Kingdom,” she pointed out.

“Crows take the Kingdom’s taboos!” the Magus suddenly exploded as she writhed beneath the ministrations of the two males, clutching their talons to her as they freely felt up her wings and flight muscles. “If it is the only way to be together forever, then we would swear allegiance to you right now!” Her vehemently-delivered words were promptly echoed by the two Paladins, who proclaimed their undying love for not just her, but each other as they turned enough to keep one set of talons on her and the other stroking their partner’s spear, pushing their tips together again as they hung high over her chest.

“I am flattered, Devi Desiderii, and I can tell from the intensity of your emotions that the love you three share is real—truly, you must have seen a great deal of action together for your internal bonds to be this strong, and then flare so brightly under the spell’s effects. But I would also be remiss to point out that such decisions should not be made lightly or in the heat of the moment. For this reason, I strongly suggest that you three wait until you are no longer under my influence plus a few days to see if you feel the same way,” she replied mildly.

“But we may not have a few days!” the leonine Paladin replied, to sharp nods from the others. “In this war against the Cloven, every day and hour may be our last! So let us declare and formalize our battle bonds for each other here and now!” he said with a deep and passionate kiss of his male partner.

“I see. Then as it is the wish of all three of you, I will be more than happy to perform such a ceremony as soon as this coming evening, though you will understand that our marriage rites end not with a kiss, but… well.” She smiled with a nod at them.

“I’m sure they do…” the eagless granted through a clenched beak as her body tensed again and she reached up with her own talons to grasp the base of their spears, causing the two tiercels both to stiffen and groan. “And that is fine… with… me!”

Her voice escalated again into a passionate trill as she came from wing stimulation alone. Her magical touch induced the two males in turn to cry out and climax alongside her for the second time like overcharged teenagers, causing them to fountain high into the air, coating each other’s pelts and plumage as well as most of the eagless mage’s upper body.

“Ancestors…” This time it was Giraldi who spoke, though Gilda had no doubt he was more interested in the two cream-coated males than the Magus female. “Such long-unrequited love they must have had.”

“You have no idea, Optio…” the eagless admitted as, momentarily spent, the two tiercels then collapsed to either side of her, rolling over as much as their sex-stiff wings would allow so they could place their beaks close to her, their hard surfaces clicking together as they exchanged nips and kisses while her male paramours began rubbing their own erotic material into her fur and feathers. “Though if I may ask, Queen Lepidoptes… when we marry, could we do so again under this magnificent magical light?”

“If you wish,” the grinning Queen said in a wry tone, to a chuckle from the two Archons. “Though it is perhaps best saved for the end of the ceremony to prevent… distraction. And thank you for yet another infusion of pure and untainted love. It will allow me to both feed my hungry brood and sustain the spell for another hour. So, will there be any other marriage requests today?” She looked around at the room, to receive a series of blushes and furtive glances back.

Her gaze then fell directly on Gilda. “How about you, Centurion? Would you like me to marry you and Marco Lakan?”

She blushed hard as Miles Fortuna and Obsidian Ire smirked, Giraldi grinned and Fortrakt openly laughed, with the latter elbowing her lightly. “I, uh, would have to discuss that with him first…” was all she could think to say as her attention wandered from the momentarily sated threesome to the other side of the room, where at least two of of three Raven eaglesses, one with ocelot hindquarters paired with kestrel forequarters and the other half-serval and half-blackhawk, were starting to clutch and kiss each other. They did so before an enrapt Karin Kazal and Obsidian Ire, who was continuing to pleasure herself with her tail as she watched them.

Thinking of her human mate, Gilda found herself wishing that Marco—and Chris and Tara, if they were healed by then—were there to experience it so they could finally have their way with her without regrets or interruptions. In fact, in her increasingly fevered thoughts, the act would be as much for Cipio’s benefit as theirs, as she found herself vividly imagining his reaction to see her set upon by what he termed her human herd.

“Yes…” she hissed in almost the same manner as Obsidian Ire, who glanced over at her. Recognizing her reaction and noticing where Gilda’s gaze was locked, the tall drakina looked down at her body and gaped at what she was doing, trying to jerk her tail away. But abruptly removing it caused her to gasp lightly at her sensitive flesh being suddenly stretched and her legs wobbled hard for a moment, causing her to fall forward onto all fours.

She tried to both rise and pull her tail away, but couldn’t. “By the Ancient Dragon Lords... I can’t stop...” she said as she crouched down in front while raising her hindquarters high behind her; her tail curling over enough to move its small crest of spine scales directly over her opening. It caused her to hiss and vent more smoke into the air as the impressive prehensile appendage passed over her draconic slit repeatedly, making an impressive series of wet slurping sounds as the gaps in her chest scales began to glow brightly.

"Feels too good... want more... and I... can't... stop!" She suddenly threw back her head and released a great gout of violet fire into the ceiling, announcing her draconic climax to the world.