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With another log thrown into the fire, the blaze burned brighter and higher. Smoke arose, stirred, and elevated in the relatively small clearing. The eyes followed it, tired, exhausted from the exodus.
Some shivered, some clung to their cloaks, and many more huddled together to share the heat in the relatively temperate climate.
However, though the temperature was fair for the summer season, those people were… Not from this land.
Far from the typical humans, soft-skinned and roaming the lands, those refugees were… Covered with scales. ‘Lizard people’ was an apt description, though they called themselves the ‘Sun-kissed’.
And as they huddled, their tongues flickered with anger and frustration, raising and sampling the taste of fresh humus, peppermint, decaying leaves and wood, moss.
“That place is terrible,” bemoaned one of those Lizard people, one of the youngest with scales iridescent with a cyan coloration. “It’s so cold.”
“Hush, now,” chastised a red-colored Lizard, hitting the youngest’s shoulder. “It is the place that the Master had picked. Will you shut up before attracting his ire?”
“He is right,” added another, his green coloration more discreet. “Remember what the human said. This is their moons of plenty. Soon, the temperatures will get colder and harsher on us.”
“I miss the Sunlands.”
“We miss them.”
“I miss the desert. The sand was perfect for cleaning my scales.”
“We miss it. Stop repeating yourself.”
“And the cliffs above, with the rocks always warm at the end of the day.”
“Will you stop?”
“And the fish from the sea. I haven’t seen any sea.”
“Shut up! Damn it!”
The roar came from a black-scaled Lizard, his tail smacking on the ground while he stood up. His coat was still wrapped over his shoulders, but anyone could notice the scarred-riddled chest below, the feather-covered harness, the loincloth adorned with bones… And of course, the bone mace with obsidian shards inserted in it.
Ushul was a warrior, through and through… And though he only had one eye left, he had kept the build of a Lizard going out to kill the monsters roaming the Sunlands and bringing back prey.
“We know you miss the Sunlands, Cush! For the love of the Light! Will you keep it quiet?!”
“I can’t! We are doomed here! Why would he pick such land if not to torment us?”
“It is probably to test our wills,” quipped another Lizard.
“Hush! There is no trial or torment. This is our land, now! As much as we want to return, we cannot! So we make do. Plus, Eshi confirmed the presence of a place that can be used for a settlement.”
“Yes! But the females!”
Ushul snarled, and so did many other Lizards, while many more were glancing away, ashamed. A few remained fixated on the fire, and many more played with the coats.
That was true, the whole gaggle of refugees… had no female in it. They were what? Sixty at best?
Sixty of the grand Water-soaring Tribe. A paltry number compared to the clan they belonged to. But they had to survive now… Even if their numbers had dwindled. Even if sacrifices had to be made.
Ushul grumbled.
“Human females will make do. The Master assured it,” he said, though his voice drifted as well as his gaze.
“Yes, we can repopulate,” added the Cyan Lizard.
“It is… Doable,” nodded the Green Lizard.
However, there was a long and intense gaze coming from Cush. Not as old a warrior as Ushul, Cush was still a fit and blossoming Lizard that was to become a fine peer among the mace-wielder ranks. He had the talent, the build, and the muscles. His scales, dark-green streaked with iridescent stripes, were clean and pristine even in such a dirty place.
And all things considered, he could be a reasonably pleasant mate.
But his doom-saying attitude was getting on Ushul’s nerves as he watched those intense green eyes. And so, the Warrior hissed, clicked his tongue.
“I will keep watch. Stay together,” Ushul said.
Then he left. His steps were heavy, crushing the leaves and dry branches without a break. His right hand naturally drifted to his mace while the right held onto the coat, reminiscent of the bow he used to keep that way.
For a moment, the aging Warrior exhaled and closed his eyes. His breathing was sharp and tense as he glared between the oak trees and the bushes, peering in case something came close. But no, that forest was relatively tame compared to the Sunlands.
“Ushul.”
As a reflex, the Warrior pulled his mace free and turned. His claws gripped the floor to keep control while he twisted, his tail close to his body so he wouldn’t be hindered. And then… He had the mace pointed at the younger male.
“Cush. Why are you here?” hissed Ushul, putting the mace down.
“I didn’t want to stay with the others. They’re already talking about fucking the humans,” grumbled Cush, scratching his neck.
“That’s good. You should follow their examples. We will have hybrids in the future, but we must accept it.”
“Why… Though?”
Ushul’s teeth grit as he grumbled. Why? Because they had no other way back to their Sunlands, because they didn’t know if the Sunlands would still exist.
“Because we have no other options, mentee.”
“I don’t like it. Their bodies are soft and squishy. They are compliant, yes… But… I find them disgusting, Ushul,” said Cush, stepping closer and crossing his arms.
Ushul? He had nothing to say, though he remained tense.
“I know you don’t like them, too,” added Cush. “Too squishy and not enough curves like our females. I heard you mumble it.”
“You were spying on me?”
“It was so obvious. You are the first to act as if it’s the worst thing ever. You narrowly hit one of those women with your mace.”
“She was too handsy. They don’t know about courtship.”
“And they don’t have scales…”
“Or tails.”
“Or any crests.”
“And they smell like boars.”
“They have hair… Urgh.”
Followed then a long list of woes, going over the type of fabric the humans typically wore, their sweat, or even their lack of scales painting.
A long list ending with the two chuckling and smiling, and Ushul relaxing.
“Yes. I don’t know. Maybe it’s a stupid idea, or it could work.”
“Still. I miss the brothels. I wish I could fuck another slit a last time before we have to go to the humans,” added Cush, shaking his head.
“Well. We have slits,” added Ushul, pulling his mace from his belt and turning to Cush before throwing his mace aside. He even undid his coat, exposing his impressive and tense body.
“What? Wait? Wait wait… Are you truly implying what I think? Breeding fight? Between us? Between males?”
“We have nothing to lose. And it doesn’t have to be all serious and formal, besides,” said Ushul, raising one hand towards the forest, far from the arena.
For a second, Cush was thoughtful, pinching his chin. Then he nodded and smiled.
“Fine by me!” answered the young Lizard, dropping his coat. The second after, he presented his right foot forward, his posture in profile, his left fist clenched tight and near his body.
“Good. Whoever loses lets the other fuck him,” added Ushul, imitating his mentee but with his posture mirrored. “An easy win for me.”
“Tsch. You said that, but I won far more fights while you were away.”
Cush boasted. And he didn’t wait for his mentor to surprise him. With one swift pounce forward, Cush forfeited his posture advantage and went to punch Ushul’s left side. A hit easily obviated… Only for Cush to deliver a low punch right into Ushul’s stomach.
Yet, the older Lizard smiled, showing a predatory grin while relaxing his abdominal muscles.
“Too bad for you, I’m used to this trick,” he said, answering with a leg sweep.
The two were among the tribe's best hand-to-hand fighters before the exodus. Of course, Ushul had a hard time due to his missing right eye, taken away by a big-toothed cat. But he compensated with his experience and years of fighting against people who used that weakness against him.
Cush? He employed that trick. But the young Lizard soon had to change tactics. He went from petty tricks to overpowering Ushul with his stamina. Thus, it became less a fight against a weakness and more a brawl to see what’s best: a youth’s stamina and an elder’s experience.
Beyond their brawl… The sounds attracted the attention of a few Lizards. Some who were curious, intrigued, and then amused, at two males following the rules of a breeding fight.
Such rules were old, but the two followed them: they did not target the tails and did not use their mouths. Rules they followed as Cush began to unleash a slew of hits against Ushul, forcing the older Lizard into stepping back and keeping a defensive posture.
A posture that was maintained until…
“Dark clouds!” shouted Ushul, tripping over a root protruding from the ground.
His first action was to sweep the ground with his tail to find any support. But the ground was too soft, and the trees here were too large. The vines were missing, and so, the older Lizard’s reflexes worked against him as he fell, his back hitting the soft ground.
His sole red eye widened, his limbs already tensing while he tensed his side, ready to tuck and roll on his side and escape.
But one foot, far too precise, strong, and fast, intercepted him, planted him on the floor.
The older Lizard’s second reflex was to grab that foot, to try to push it away. But even then, Cush had managed to plant right in the middle of Ushul’s chest. Even if the Lizard managed to dislodge his mentee’s foot, pushing it away would be draining.
Yet, he tried. All hands on his mentee's foot, pushing and trying to slide it away… Even as Cush leaned forward, he almost kneeled and flicked his mentor’s face.
“Sorry, Ushul. You lost,” gloated Cush, his whole weight crushing Ushul’s chest.
“Hrmph… A warrior shall not-“
“Give up? Be a good sport, it’s not serious. The others are watching,” chuckled Cush, pointing to the tiny crowd they’d got.
It was not the whole tribe, but at least a dozen of them. Enough that no one could deny Cush won that fight as he released his foot and allowed the older Lizard to breathe… And cough.
“You won because I tripped on a root,” grumbled the old Lizard.
“I won because I was attentive to my environment. It is not the Sunlands, but there are traps around,” noted Cush, offering one hand to Ushul. “Come on.”
The older Lizard eyed the hand, then Cush, before he gripped the hand and allowed the younger Lizard to pull him back on his feet. Even then, he glared at the crowd with a sweeping tail before he returned to Cush, punching the youngest’s shoulder gently.
“You got better at fighting, you know?”
“I know. And you’re getting old. Let’s go to the fire so we can do ‘it’ properly”, said Cush, grabbing his coat and letting Ushul do the same for his mace and coat before they went back to the fire, followed by the crowd.
By then, the Lizards who had been staying by the fire learned about the fight. Ushul glared around, though he couldn’t deny he got bested. His arms and legs were sore… But worse was his pride as he watched Cush stand by the fire and undo his leather loincloth, unadorned with bones.
Even though Cush was not a true warrior, he managed to best Ushul. The older Lizard had to stay still by the fire, watching the youngest male’s lean build, watching his slit with the peeking pink…
All the while, he had to let Cush strip him. To remove the feather-covered harness over his stocky build, to undo the leather belt keeping his loincloth on… And then, to have fingers dancing over his lower belly while Ushul lay down.
“If you were a female, you’d be perfect, Ushul.”
“Shut up, Cush.”
But Ushul was indeed pleasing to the eyes. His body was marred with scars, but none had hit his lower reaches, where his slit was.
And the entrance, due to his endowment, was quite sizeable and tempting to the eyes. The slit’s edges were thin, discreet, but a finger pulling on it revealed the soft and pink insides. The flesh was moist, with a slightly fishy scent. Beyond that, a mere push against the inner walls was enough to send the slit contracting. Ushul hissed… But Cush still dug against the soft entrance, inserting a finger inside and wiggling it.
Without a surprise, Ushul’s tail smacked the floor. But Cush continued to wiggle his finger inside and stretch the entrance, pulling on the walls until he could have his second hand exploring Ushul’s inside.
The older Lizard closed his eye, had his hand on his muzzle, and he willingly muzzled himself with his grip as he tried to fight the need to hump those fingers.
After all, the Lizards’ slits were almost the most sensitive spot in their anatomy.
Having it explored that way was intimate and burdensome to the mind.
To the mighty Warrior who huffed, grunted, and had his claws digging in his scales while his mentee continued to dig inside his slit, pushing one finger deeper and deeper, until the digit was… Teasing and stroking something inside: throbbing, hard, but kept within the recesses.
“Thank you for keeping it inside. It would be harder to fuck you with it on the way.”
“Shut up, Cush,” continued Ushul, liberating his mouth enough to hiss before muzzling himself again.
But his mentee’s excitement was palpable, visible through that tail smacking the ground and raising clouds of dust. Ushul would have been the same. But he did not dare to say or admit it as he watched the younger Lizard bend forward, and had his cock slide between Ushul’s open legs, at the right angle to rub against the slit.
For a youngster, Cush was… Yes. A stud. His cock slipped free from the slit to expose an undeniable length.
If he so desired, he could have sired many females back home. No, more than that, he would have gotten the prime place as the Chief’s right hand once a veteran.
He would have gotten bigger, grown in influence, and established a name.
Instead, he was there…
And Cush’s cock was pointing at another male’s slit, pushing against the sultry and not-so-welcoming slit. The muscles were naturally fighting against the penetration. As such, both Cush and Ushul were grunting while the first inch went inside. Both hissed, both had their tails smacking the floor in an antagonizing way.
Both snarled, showed their teeth, and had their eyes dilated.
The penetration continued, and though there was a solemn silence from all the Lizards around, they were certainly watching with that curiosity of a witness: of watching someone fighting in an arena and getting wounded without the desire to intervene.
It was the same here as they watched Ushul’s pride getting invaded, watched the slit, large, getting forced through by a cock that wasn’t his.
His claws dug the dirt, his scales, his breathing became a hiss.
Then, there it was, the second inch.
Ushul’s slit was afire, burning hot and not only from the natural heat concentrating around the slit itself. Rather, it was another reaction the old Warrior was not even aware of as he hissed and grumbled.
“Fa-Faster, Cush.”
“I can’t, you’re too tight for me,” growled the younger Lizard in return, his fingers scrapping his mentor’s thighs.
“I can’t… Do better,” huffed Ushul.
He was right, though. Since his cock was hard and engorged, there was only one way to keep it inside without stopping the penetration. By clenching. By clenching his muscles as hard as he could, up until even breathing or moving one leg was hard.
But he had to… He had to; otherwise, his cock would come out free, raging, and so painfully erect. It’d make the penetration impossible.
But clenching as hard made every sensation all the more intense. The throb from Cush’s cock deep inside him. The weight from the Lizard above pressing with his might and desires. The movements, ever so discreet, from those tensing legs.
The mere echo sent shivers through Ushul’s spine as he hissed and grumbled… And felt another inch go inside.
It was not half of Cush’s cock, but it was enough to confirm he could penetrate.
And above… Cush smiled.
“Your cunt is so tight, Ushul. But I will take it first,” cooed the Lizard, even wagging his tail for a second through an effort.
“Don’t… Make me laugh… Or I’ll lose control,” huffed Ushul, though he grinned.
He grinned as it reminded him of how he took some females and how he even teased other males.
Right now, he was the target of such leering past as that cock advanced again and… He started to feel the sensation so deeply. Even his cock was poked.
The twinned sensations were odd: he had been used to fuck with his cock outside, to the point the feeling of air brushing his slit made him think his cock was out.
Hence, here it was… feeling his insides squeezed and crushed, prostate and bladder alike, while he had the impression someone touched his cock that was ‘supposedly’ outside.
Something that throbbed, advanced, and gained another inch, more than half inside.
“I can sense it, Ushul. It is warm and big. But not as big as me,” chuckled Cush, leaning forward, his elbows bending.
“Shut… Up. Or I’ll fuck you,” grumbled Ushul.
But he couldn’t. Not when the other Lizard’s face was close to his… Not when his slit was penetrated. And not when he was feeling… Oddly good.
It definitely felt good for the old Lizard whose slit opened up and started to relax. With such length inside, it was now impossible for his cock to slip free, and so he relaxed, letting the muscles ease… And finding that his cock wasn’t even pressing against Cush’s cock. It remained there: engorged, throbbing, definitely needy. But inside and locked within his slit. All the while Cush progressed and… Made Ushul’s guts bulge from within.
“It’s… Tight.”
“I don’t… think you can… add more,” commented Ushul, agreeing.
Cush was right by his inner walls, so deep it was starting to really hurt. And not in an expected way, not the kind of pain Ushul wanted to experience again.
“Too bad.”
“Too… Bad?” asked Ushul, surprised. He blinked while listening to the suction of his slit opening up, releasing its grip on the cock while said cock slipped out.
Slowly, steadily.
Ushul’s eyes continued to widen as he was expecting the pull-back to be dangerous, and he instinctively clenched again. But his cock wasn’t fighting against his inner walls again. It remained still, there, waiting… Surprising.
But Ushul’s surprise at his own body was crushed by Cush’s thrust forward. The cock suddenly pushed within the Lizard’s depths, hitting them square.
Ushul hissed, he clawed the soft dirt… His tail smacked. And he hollered.
The pain was intense and raw, brutal. It scoured through Ushul’s body, branding his mind with that moment he would not forget.
And then, amidst the confusion, the pain abandoned. There was pleasure.
Pleasure he didn’t know about or was possible. A pleasure that was so deep within him while that cock kept nudging his inside, way past the base of his cock.
Cush continued to smile and act smug… But he didn’t know what he did. He did not understand what Ushul was feeling while that cock moved back and forth, up and down, nudging that little spot within the slit.
It was… Painfully good.
Painful in the way it would evidently leave Ushul sore.
But good in that the mere touch was like a mini-orgasm brought to the Lizard.
One was not enough to make him cum. But enough to have his huffs turn into a purr.
“It feels so good to be fucked like a female? Damn, Ushul. Aren’t you ashamed?”
Oh, he was.
But there was nothing to say. Or he could say. The moment he opened his mouth, Ushul would moan. Because Cush’s cock was feeling so good inside his slit. Because the pull on the inner walls, on the fleshy surface, was enough to draw those sparks of joy and delight.
Because… He loved that sensation of having a cock stuffing his slit like a female.
Was it normal? Was it abhorrent?
Still, Ushul smiled stupidly and even had his tail smacking the ground, his claws digging the dirt… And his eye rolled in its socket.
Around, whispers were coming as well as huffs from the Lizards raising their noses in surprise. Something had caught their attention, enough to pry their eyes from the current mating.
Something Ushul was not even aware of as he was hissing and grumbling and enjoying himself on the ground, taking on the attitude of a whorish female.
Cush’s movements were picking up in pace and intensity for some reason.
Instead of merely going in steadily, rambling and grumbling about how tight the entrance was compared to what he expected.
The younger Lizard had his jaw clenched and his eyelids closed. His snarl was getting more visible by the second while saliva dripped from his mouth.
Saliva that was almost foaming, like he’d gone rabid from the sensation.
But that? Ushul was unaware of.
The old Lizard was lost, the thrusts hitting his insides like a sledgehammer. In echo, the sensation was rattling and omnipresent: spine, brain, mind, soul. It went higher and higher, etching a need for more into Ushul’s mind. His expression broke, his grin turned into an abhorrent delight. And he, too, began to salivate and slobber over himself.
He was losing himself to the pleasure that kept growing inside him. Precisely to the one that came from his groin, to his hammered inside, and wouldn’t stop until Cush did.
But again… Cush showed no signs of stopping.
And so, Ushul wasn’t about to stop. But his body wanted to. His neck craned, his veins bulged underneath the soft scales, his eye became bloodshot, he even managed to break a claw against the ground by hitting a rock again and again.
He was in a sorry state, and it was to worsen since Cush… Wouldn’t… Stop. The young male hissed and grumbled at someone, at one of the approaching Lizards.
Then, Cush returned, looked down on Ushul while salivating on the older Lizard’s chest.
“So… So good, Ushul,” hissed Cush, his eyes almost as bloodshot as Ushul, but with a hint of folly you wouldn’t find in many places.
Yet, Ushul wasn’t noticing it.
Ushul was in that little world of pleasure and joy. One that might sway through the hit and might become more intense. But one that truly and completely encompassed the Lizard when… He felt something wet between his legs and in his slit.
It couldn’t be Cush, the poor young Lizard, as still at it.
Was it his? Was it an ejaculation? Did he cum?
Nevertheless, Ushul was all grin and satisfaction even as he heard teeth snapping and tail swaying. He was all joy and delight even as the thrusts slowed and became more arduous, more driven by exertion and desires…
He was… Bliss, when, above, Cush groaned, and he stopped. Cumming. Cumming into Ushul’s slit.
Finally, it stopped.
Ushul was the first to exhale and ease his arms and legs. His tail dropped dead on the floor while his ragged breath cut through the heavy silence.
Then came Cush’s breath, too. The younger Lizard’s saliva dripped all over his mentor’s chest, coating the dark scales with the translucent and slightly reflective fluid before he straightened his back and wiped his mouth.
“That… That was great, Ushul,” mumbled Cush, though his ashamed expression told everything he felt: he’d lost himself in breeding, much like a youngster.
“G-Great. From what I see, that was the best thing… Ever,” chuckled Ushul, pushing against his mentee.
Cush did not resist. Once he pulled out, his shaft dropped limp against his groin before it retracted steadily within the slit, leaving behind a trail of cum that continued right into the tight orifice.
Ushul? He huffed and had one hand going inside his own slit, finding the orifice drenched with cum. Cush’s… And his. Fluids that were oozing out the moment his fingers went inside. The moment the pressure he applied was enough to pump the liquid out of his hole in an impressive jet. But it wasn’t for that Ushul wanted to do so…
No. He had his fingers digging inside to reach for his cock… And that spot. It was there, somewhere, somewhere deep within his slit. He’d tasted the pleasure given from it.
He wanted more. He needed more. He craved for that bliss he’d felt.
He came from being fucked, perhaps he could… Do the same with his fingers?
With another one, he was wildly pumping inside the entrance, squirting from his slit over the ground. The old Warrior looked like a female in heat, acted like one… And felt like one as he inserted another finger within his entrance, finding his cock. Limp. Soft.
At that moment, a hint of surprise hit him; he should be erect.
But he did not. Not as he continued to reach for that spot and hissed.
“Us-Ushul. Can I try it, too?”
Ushul blinked, pulling his finger from the deceivingly easy-to-access but disappointing spot.
Then, as the reality of his situation hit him, he saw the circle of naked Lizards around him. Cush was among them, though he’d put his loincloth back and seemed to have taken a more remote place among the excited people.
But here was one of the youngsters, opalescent scales. That one was smiling, drooling. His tail wagged, and his nostrils flared.
His loincloth was still there, but the clothing was fighting against the erection within. And his fingers were… Awfully close to Ushul’s slit.
“Try what?” mumbled Ushul, blinking and trying to understand the situation.
Yet, the Youngster’s hand landed on his groin and brushed his slit. At that moment, the same electrifying sensation hit the Warrior. Not as deep as when Cush fucked him… But it struck him as he hissed, trembled, and threw his head back.
“Light! Light! Yes!”
It was an expletive more than acquiescing.
But the Youngster took the opportunity to stroke Ushul’s slit and finger it, pushing against the not-so-tight entrance and pumping the cum out of it. And far from being still, he placed himself between Ushul’s legs.
The loincloth was pushed aside, the cock exposed in all its purplish glory.
And the young male was all purrs and tremors when he had his cocktip pressed against Ushul’s slit.
“Oh… The Sun is generous. Your hole is divine,” said the Youngster.
Ushul himself was… Blessed, again thrown into the abyss of pleasure by that cock delving deep. Not as deep as Cush. But deep enough to have it poke against Ushul’s cock.
At that instant, the sensation was different: he wasn’t feeling his cock outside of the slit, like an abhorrent echo of an old situation.
With the cock rubbing against his, Ushul was feeling his manhood as an integral part of his slit. As a component that couldn’t be moved away.
His cock was in his slit, and it felt great. It felt perfect. And his cock wasn’t pushing against the slit, trying to squeeze itself out from the entrance like with Cush.
It was there, to be pressed, stroked, massaged through the presence of the Youngster’s cock, who, despite all his energy and passion, was a pitiable lover. He thrust and pushed, sure. But he often had to angle himself again, to stop, to resume. All to break a rhythm the old Warrior desperately needed.
His pleasure was there but out of reach, stolen by the Youngster’s lack of experience.
But a sort of relief appeared before Ushul’s eyes… And nostrils.
The scent was strong, eminently so. It carried hints from the slit’s depths as well as of different fluids. But so came a sort of relief the Warrior experienced with one deep breath. Then another.
One breath that turned into worship, that turned into kissing, that turned into licking. And soon enough, Ushul’s lips opened to welcome and usher that organ within, though its owner was not known.
Ushul did not see the male’s face, though the scent was familiar. And familiar was the stench of sex and raucous needs that came from that male’s slit while Ushul sucked on the length peeking from it.
His lips closed and formed an air-tight seal, ensuring that no fluid would spill free. Nothing, not even his own saliva as he began to suck… He was encouraged by a hand on his nape, guiding him in bobbing his head back and forth.
The reward for such action was a sample of precum delivered right onto the Lizard’s tongue. And what a sample. The liquid was pungent, strong to the tongue, acrid even. But the flavor that composed the tiniest part was enough to arouse… A hunger.
Said hunger then pushed Ushul to suck more and more, to have his tongue twisting and coiling against the elongated cocktip so he wouldn’t waste a drop. His eyes were focused right on the slit, watching and noting the sign of the sanctified throb… And the oozing precum that would follow suit, granting Ushul his joy and pleasure in that moment of great dissatisfaction.
Dissatisfaction that was, happily enough, short-lived.
Eager and joyful, the youngster was not one to stay long.
His lack of experience, his lack of training, led the young Lizard to blow his load faster than expected, way faster than Cush. However, as soon as he was over and pulling out, halting the frustrating caresses, a yelp echoed within the clearing.
A second later, there was another cock pressed against Ushul’s slit.
And two pressed against the old Warrior’s hands, practically “offered” to him.
The old Lizard would have grinned at it. But instead, he closed his fingers on them and began to stroke, led by a desire to touch, suck… And please those cocks. Even if, by the end, it meant to have hands locking onto his wrist and nape… And to have said hands imposing their pace on him as he was forced to masturbate and suck.
However, the relief came.
It came not as those cocks in his hand but by one of the biggest males of the group that had decided to approach. The cock was monstrously large, and by its mere presence, it split Ushul’s inner walls apart. It stretched the slitted way beyond its limit… And the old Lizard was all muffled huffs and groans while he felt his pelvis forced by that humongous penis.
But such pain was to be rewarded.
If the smaller male had been all push and disappointment, the bigger male was slower, more careful, and way more pleasant a lover. The hips moved with a regularity that sent the same shivers through Ushul’s spine.
And that cock, so wide and thick, was perfect to rub the Warrior’s cock, limp inside his slit.
It crushed everything in its path, sure. But it was such a calm and collected presence, a force of nature without brutality, Ushul was practically… Blessed.
Blessed as his pain was practically gone, same as his soreness, same as the hurt in his lungs from sucking the male’s cock until he came.
He was blessed, as, despite having fought and fucked before, he still had the stamina to spit out the shaft he’d been sucking before and to have another given to him, a shaft a bit muskier but whose flavor was all the more intense for the old Warrior who kept stroking them.
One of those cocks spurted in his hand… But just as soon, it was replaced by another cock to stroke and masturbate. The second? It followed, and the same path was to be followed.
All the while, the immense male within Ushul continued to squeeze deeper until his cock was practically visible through the Warrior’s scales. Cries of awe and surprise echoed within the clearing, but Ushul himself was unaware of how twisted and remade his body was… Up until the male began to thrust and properly breed the Warrior.
In… And… Out… In… And … Out.
The movements were so steady, so regular, it could only be of an older male who’d known the discipline of work or fight.
And so steady they were, they formed the new tempo upon which Ushul’s pleasure grew.
With the pull came the downside, the slowing growth, the tedious waiting.
With the push came the joy, the bliss, the explosive satisfaction.
It was during the latter Ushul that he experienced the “wetness” once more, the sensation of something liquid forced in his slit, though it was Cush’s, the Youngster’s, or that male’s cum.
It was his. His cum, his ejaculation. His pleasure was shown to everyone in the form of his cum oozing from his slit over his thighs and groin.
If the other lizards mocked and laughed, he wasn’t aware. But the male within continued with an increased tempo, not giving a break to Ushul before it was that anonymous stud’s turn to cum and add to the lot. To add to the mix of cum that was oozing from Ushul’s slit in all directions, it would soon be churned by another male. Then another male.
There were so many. They were so eager. And Ushul, lost in the pleasure he experienced from their attention, was all grin and smile. He sucked, he masturbated, he stroked. He came… Oh, he came.
And at no moment was he feeling tired until… Until there was only one last male left to fuck.
“I don’t know how… But your smell is irresistible, Ushul.”
“Shut up… Cush.”
Groans and moans escaped from one part of the arrival’s clearing.
It had been a few months since, and nobody used it anymore except for private meetings or to reminisce about their arrivals.
The winter had dropped, and though the first snowfalls had arrived, the weather was fair and temperate enough for a Lizardman to approach the clearing and the small cottage by it.
The footsteps grew closer, the human-made boots were adequate to keep the heat in and the scales dry. Nevertheless, one Lizard continued to walk through the same path as before. He passed by the remnants of the old fireplace, covered with snow, then by the trees upon which someone had spent a few days dangling from it while used.
And then, passed a hand against the door to push it and be welcomed by a warm waft carrying the scent of sex, need… And a female in need.
“I-“
“Shut up, Cush. And fuck me,” growled Ushul.
The old Warrior sat on the bed’s edge, naked compared to Cush, who’d been covered with fur all over. The contrast was all the more evident as Ushul’s fingers were digging within his slit, pulling on the edges to expose the pinkish flesh within…
One that was wet, tempting, and warm.
Warm even when the Lizard was not in heat.
And that orifice, so gently offered, was like a temptation for the younger Cush, who threw aside tonight’s poultry and his mentor’s mace to strip naked, revealing his erection that did not wait.
Unlike Ushul, who, for better or worse, remained soft. Even at that moment, Cush had his fingers running over Ushul’s taut belly, imprinting the oblong shape of eggs, and on that slit, digging within the vulva-like entrance.
One finger in and Ushul was all purr, his tail wagging on the bed’s sheet and fur, his feet digging into the floorboard. Even his last eye closed as he rushed forward, going for a kiss.
Their snout met, their mouth touched, the tongue stroked the lips… And then, as the older Warrior’s eye reopened, he had one hand right by Cush’s cock, poking and touching the base.
“You couldn’t wait…”
“No,” grumbled Ushul, gripping his lover’s shaft while said-lover pushed against Ushul’s shoulders, forcing him to lie down… And to spread his legs, like they did many moons ago.
Even if all males within the new clan had fucked Ushul’s hole and continued to do so regularly, only Cush could live with Ushul… Only Cush could enjoy the sloppy kisses from his mentor’s lips and from that slit eagerly sucking and… wanting more.
A slit that was practically a benediction for the tribe, with Cush pushing deeper and deeper, until he found what he desired… Those eggs. So soft, so numerous, and somehow perfect to prod as they were to tease Ushul’s spots through their regular movements.
“I cannot wait to add another egg into you, when you’ve laid them all out for us.”
“Sh…” began Ushul, his eye rolling as his head dropped on the bed like a dead weight, a smile spread upon that face. “Keep… Talking Cush. Keep talking… And fucking.”
“Gladly.”
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