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Living in a world where there are valid tangible gods that are corporal creates some unique situations for those who dare to reach him. Though this one is quite approachable due to his nature and the exploits of his past. Now God-Kaiser of the Griffonisches Reich and unifier of the entire continent spanning what would near half of the planet earth though only a quarter of this Terra. Renovations to the castle are made, although, the Kaiser has to deal with his divine blessing of being extremely hung, needing that second crown around his mast to keep him perpetual though stable edging.
The towering 3-meter gryphon (10 foot) usually doesn't wear much in the castle though neither do most others as the place being secluded on a mountain range plateau has its perks. Not to mention most of the population within the castle and surrounding village are veterans who have all had their fair share with each other’s bodies and trust to forgoing most wear.
Though that isn't the full reason you are here aren't you? You had your reasons and got close and now the price must be paid. You didn't do anything wrong, at least you don't think so. Hell, it isn't even intentional that the Kaiser is doing this to you. His mast just has a mind of its own. Get close to the flair and it thrusts and presses against your face to make out with you. That mast, more than half a meter long (2 feet), the mix of an equine and canines cock come together with barbs to ruin you. It was blessed by Eyr to breed, conquer, and impregnate. Now you are in front of it. It steams visibly as the balls matching closer to human head size churn and swish. Those virile swimmers being so rapidly produced. The orbs pulse like beating hearts and expand outward like breathing lungs. The beastly rod itself twitches and close hearing makes it sound like it is a second cardiac organ right in front of you.
The kaiser must wear these jewels otherwise it would just kick and flail around spewing pre everywhere. At least now when he wants to show off and deal with these godly ruts, he can just have a plate in front of the throne to fill. The fertile seed so potent it is used to help the flowers grow outside. Nurturant to consume alone and rely on for food even with it intoxicating and overpowering nature in taste along with smell.
Truth is the Kaiser isn't as sex craved as most rumors outside the castle. Sex is quite taxing, most people may be nude in the castle, and it does invite more intimate and sharing scnes but such mass worshiping occurs once a month if at all. Though that is if it isn't winter. When the snow falls and secludes everyone inside? There in the cold that musk, that heat, those fertile sounds grab even the strongest archangel guards to at least give a lick when it’s out.
The Kaiser has his own second bedroom for the most intense occasions, hospital mattress and cleanable floors to handle hot fluids splashing everywhere. Yet, while no less than a decade ago he would loath wearing jewels and showing of pride, those gryphon sensibilities... they are enthralling to him.
But you? You're kneeling? He didn't even ask. He doesn't want to ask nor even need to. His superior gryphon cock told you too. You're being hypnotized by a mere organ to his body. It made you feel weak physically but mentally the Kaisers voice echoed in that hollowing brain of yours. This was a god of gryphonkind, he was born to rule and blessed with the genes and sensibilities to do so. He loved you, that wasn't an indoctrinating fact, that was just the truth. He never asks for this, but many yearn for that stability and to enjoy the spoils of touching their leader. So why not. Submit, surrender, serve. Obey your own will, not his, yours. It just so happens it aligns with his~
Gryphons don't pray and neither do they kneel unless of their own action. Maybe you fell to your knees honorably, maybe you didn't, the Kaiser won't tell. But that mast... it needs you; it needs you to kneel and kiss it, taste that addicting seminal fluid.
[b]Diener, kniet nieder und huldigt[/b]
Servants kneel and worship... That warm, deep Herzlandic voice echoing in your head. You didn't see his beak move... did you? Does that matter. You need to kneel and worship it, touch it, grease your hands on that slick mast and feel those veins pulse stronger than your own arteries. Who cares that you heard others walking in... or was that the wind...
[b]Unterwirf dich dem Kaiser[/b]
Submit to the Kaiser... He was your god and ledge after all... he is the reason there is a unified state. No more canine slaves, no more lost homelands, no more suffering from war, the prosperity... you needed to give something back. The feeling of that hot massaging flair is so nice. The strings of hot pre tar sticking between you now. The glistening pure gold jewels. That medal... the medal on his hot and filmy, steaming orbs.
[b]Leck deinen Kaiser[/b]
Lick your Kaiser... Give it a taste. Another, make it loud, flair side to side. Lick the base, the orbs, the sack. Feel them in your hands. Those soggy orbs growing, weighing down your hands and squelching with so much fertility. Your hands are drenched. You taste it, you want more. Keep licking, lick every place and realize it’s not enough it still is slick. You need your Kaisers cock to be drenched in the bubbly froth of your saliva. Oh, how you have become tamed by his kaisercock already. It owns you now so well. Your possessiveness of it only serves it more. You are rewarded with a heavy loud squirt of his pre cum. Painting your mouth and connecting a thick gloopy line of pre until it plaps onto the floor with a loud sloppy echo.
[b]Diene deinem Kaiser[/b]
Serve your Kaiser... that medal you know what it means... you'd get it if you sucked his cock all the way down, down to the base, nostrils in his sheath. The Kaiser could only blush at the fixation and realization. It was frankly just a joke to put it there, some cum addicted archangel suggesting he have it. You need to get one. You need to take it all in. You must serve, he served you… you must serve him.
[b]Gib nach, diene dem Kaiserschwanz[/b]
Give in, serve kaisercock... You worship it, take it in, drown yourself in it. That taste. You want more; the throbs you can feel them shuddering your soul. His divine rod would throb from the base to the medial ring then back to the base making it pulse harder with blood. The medial would throb again to the flair as it would contract and shudder only for it to flow back to the medial and double the weight of the pulsing strokes. His cock... it naturally masturbated him; the jewels just stabilized it to a near perfect edging... but you were going to make him burst. You felt that flair, it’s going to lock inside you, the medial is gonna ruin you before you even make it to his knot orbs. He was likely letting his beastly mast out for hours without any care... The smell... your nose, you can't smell anything else, you don't want to. Tears dripping from your face at the heat, nose oozing that ennobling precum as your whole sight was a haze, his abs flexing breaking any focus as your eyes stared dumbly at it. Your motor functions uplifting into autopilot at the glimpse of his smirk. The flair was fucking your mouth relentlessly; it was just a fertile hole to claim for it. The barbs oozing a relaxant, instantly your gag reflexes where nulled. You were going to take it in. For your kaiser.
[b]Diene dem Greifenschwanz[/b]
Serve gryphon cock... It depended on who you were, what you were... those words could mean so much. If you were a gryphon yourself you were just serving the best of your kind, it was empowering, humbling, you felt loved and secure in this. To you the hypnosis was weak to you, maybe you could afford to even take a break and banter with him. If you were a canine, a dog of the bronze caliber you were slurping with a near nationalist zeal. A freed Diamond dog you weren’t hypnotized you were just needy for a taste. This was your godly champion and continued line of divine excellence that freed and integrated your people. Your dog tongue was the least you could offer for this. The sounds loud and sloppier than the rest of everyone that could worship him. You made mess, it was everywhere. An Alpha or Wolf would be must worse, your nose would be ruined, it wouldn't recover for a long time. To a bronze dog at least he could get his scent back quick from the exposure but a wolf? a coyote? A fox? The rest of the canines? Hell, the Hyenas not related would be seeing their slimy spit string across his thighs and balls to their lips. No, you were broken, you didn't have much a mind either when that flair harshly pulsed and stopped the function of your brain, a split moment of blackout only to be charged back into facefucking from the smell and heat. You were being tamed, each pulse of the Kaisers cock was another shooting pulse of your cum... not pre cum... no, it was cum. He was training your body to cum in intervals of pleasure, your bodies shuddering.
A dragon? It was unbecoming of you to kneel, but your malleable brains couldn't handle such divine smells. Your nose wasn't ruined for good, you knew you had the strength to resist those words, but you didn't. It was good, just a moment longer and you could regain your strength. Only the most elite dragons so rare to be up here with him. Most draconics had other things to do or weren't so native here. But for those rare few this was a pride. You felt power, you felt something unique to the other dragons. A sense of superiority? How... you could kneel and get right back up. You weren't lesser to a gryphon you were equal enough to be humble... yet some of you may have gone too far. The appeal of this strong or diligent dragon succumbing to those addictive fluids. Maybe it was better than being prideful and continuing that iron clad zeal for your species. Maybe it was better to just slave to gryphon cock.
An Equestrian? Pony to Donkey? Heh you were rare. How did you get in here? Did you want to be here? Oh, most of you were likely just violent insurrectionists in the east that were to be taught a lesson. We don't like to kill much anymore so we have a better idea. You need to kneel, let this flair correct your mind, that should fix you right up. Only a few more gulps to go to the base. To the non-ponies, Pegasus, and unicorns most from the east. The Kaiser would like to have some brain left in you to know why you are here. Fret not though, those doors are open to leave when you are done, and no word be said of what you did. However, if it is winter, you might as well start enjoying the idea of resting on those orbs for the holidays.
Felines? Pure Avians? Welcome honorable precursors to the gryphon experiment. This is the height of it, the peak of such. Your influence on the gods that would forge gryphon kind now reward you with a meal and security to last eternity. Though The Kaiser has a thing for you birds, those talons. I think he's pulling you up now, no more mouth worship, it’s time for the other hole to be taken. For the felines. That tongue of yours is making him squirm, you just might make him shudder, go on, make the Kaiser moan for you.
Deerics. Oh, the Kaiser isn't standing anymore, those handlebars are the best evolutionary thing attached to you. That mouth may as well be a fertile pussy to impregnate. No need to use your hands to slurp anymore neither to cum. You'll likely spend the winter recovering your mind. It isn't goanna last long with that heat and pounding. It's likely you'll shed your antlers right here and there from the rut of that smell claiming your nose.
Minotaur’s, Marsupials, and Aquatics. The hypnosis is less a command and more a warming suggestion. You have as much control to suck his mast as you please. You have an independent choice to submit. But be warned the downfall into the rut will be your doing. A slurp from your own mouth and a pulse of that cock only makes you more willing to lose yourself and forget the whole night in a drunken slog. Minotaur’s though, oh the Kaiser has a thing for you, bovines and cattle at large. He'll be gentle on those horns.
For the rest it really depends on how good that nose is, how well your body insulates that pulsating force and taste from cock to veins to orbs. Regardless, your tongue is going to be tasting Kaiser fluids for a long time in this winter castle.
[b]Unterwirf dich, diene, gehorche[/b]
Submit, serve, obey... Submit to your instincts. This isn't a place of civilization, this is a place of animalistic virtue, your mouth is the alter to his worship. Give in, give up, surrender your corporal form to the lustful river of seed flowing down your throat. Serve your Kaiser as he gave his life for you, the least you can do is kneel for one moment in your life. The best moment in your life. Obey him, you breathe for him, you follow his orders, his voice, his godly directives. There is no you, only gryphonkind. Only the Kaiser.
[b]FĂĽr den Kaiser![/b]
For your Kaiser! You keep slurping, you down it, you bring it all into your throat unaware of his most prized gryphons walking up to you, their horsemasts oozing with translucent virility. They pulse, they grow, their swaying orbs oozing sweat. Your nose doesn't recognize it at all. Your kaiser had tunnel visioned your senses until it was too late. They press their flairs against your ears. You were trapped and captured by them. Oozing their slack, feeling the throbs of three gryphon knots press against your head’s holes. Gulping down the constantly flowing tar from your kaiser as your brain started to do the same.
Minutes went by as the throne room was filled with the loudest wet sounds ever heard with the moaning of the most powerful gryphons of the land. You bobbed your head close to the base. Your glazed and sticky face then sliding out to have your ears fucked by those two gryphons as your brain was railed, the commands of each word said before now the only thoughts. For all you knew this was your life, your existence to serve your gryphon masters. In and out, a sloppy slurp of his mast in and out and popping smack in and out of your ears. For an hour you were gone, reduced to a mere head-fleshlight as the impossible was performed. You had already emptied your orbs all over the floor long ago.
Yet the gryphons were all gentle to you… at least to their standards. Sure, your brain may have been dyed white and your insides so full as not to needing to eat for a good day or two. The last thing that you could fathom this event was the Kaiser standing and knotting your mouth. It was so slick, slow, trembling as the flair punched into your stomach, inflated and barbs anchored as if they had found a fertile womb to fill. The medial swelling to lock inside your throat and knot orbs bulging your cheeks as Kaiserspunk flowed straight into your conquered stomach. The other gryphons cumming into your ears as flairs either knotted or kissed them.
As soon as they slid their rods way from your face it was painted in a sloggy sticky white. Cumbrained and impregnated through the mouth, ears, and nose as the Kaiser held your head. He was checking on you. His spell was still working; your brain would recover... in due time.
Soon you awake now in his second bedroom. It's warm, you’re clean, it’s sunrise. The drapes sway in the breeze. There are water and towels to the nightstand where a blue medal laid. You tried to remember what happened after such a hazy filled brain fuck fest that was. What you could only piece together was a moment of consciousness... the Kaiser was bathing you? You were rested on his chest... You had no idea how long you have been out. But those words. They echo in you. Your loving god ensuring that his claim is eternal... or at least those that follow him or share such gryphon heritage. You check your ears. Pre is still in there, it’s still warm... someone teased their flair against you. Wonder who that was~
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[i]For sure this picture is cannon. The story? Well, it is broad and maybe not cannon since I don't know you but for those, I did make characters in universe~ Let’s say this was one of your introductions if not the first to taste~. For the rest, Guess it’s. up to you to reach out if you want it to be part of your character’s story on Terra Trek~[/i]
[u]I appreciate any comments and corrections. I did kind of make this in the spur of the moment.[/u]
Art made by the amazing @draik9.bsky.social
[b]Grover Eisenhart VI is owned by me (Grover Eisenhart). I made this story. Draik9 made the art.[/b]
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