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The Lizardman city of Terra-Scottle was baking in the sun. Blazing heat, sickly warm rain, and the ever-present stench of zealotry marked the cobblestone roads and ziggurat-style buildings. Most obvious among these was The Hall Of Valor, a massive structure in the city center from which Clan Chief Zeygist ruled.

"Father, I don't understand!" Prince Solod, the heir-apparent, belittled his father upon the stone balcony overlooking the city. "They're just rats. We've killed them for centuries, but this one is magically some- some 'vessel?' what the hell does that mean!?" He spat, getting in his father's face. The elder lizard stood with his hands behind his back, steely gaze fixed upon the streets below. "The High Priest dubbed her so," he calmly replied, taking a deep breath at the end of his sentance. "It is not the crown's place to question the faith, nor vice versa. Thus: we maintain harmony, and keep one another in check." The wind kicked up as he spoke, letting his words carry to the streets below.

The smaller skink paced back and forth along the balcony, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. "The Faith are a bunch of doddering idiots!" he shot back, glaring at his father. "It's antiquated, foolish. It holds us back. We could take control of our clan fully. We could drag it to glory! All we have to do is kill the old- '' In a flash, Zeygist pivoted, his hand shot out and landed a strong punch across his son's gob, sending him sprawling to the floor in a single hit. "Were you anyone but my blood I'd have you executed," The elder confirmed, brushing his knuckles across his exposed chest, standing calmly above his fallen son. "We shall speak no more of this. Retire to your quarters, I wish to be alone."

Solod took a moment to shake himself awake, glaring daggers at his father as he rose to his feet. "Fine," the younger lizard spat the word. "Fine..."

Zeygist exhaled sadly as his son limped away. He glanced downward at the streets below. There were few lizardmen out today, there would be fewer still in a hundred years and this place would be a ruin in two hundred. He watched them: hunters taking their catch of the day to the market, tailors plying their wares, leatherworkers pawning off armour and guardsmen standing vigil on the street corners. As far as skinks go, it was peaceful.

Down below the palace, in the cell at the far end of a dark hallway, a rat-kin was screaming. "I'll kill-slay every last one of you!" she shouted, "and then I'll kill your children, and their children too! Answer me!" Alas, the only answer she got was the echo of her own voice bouncing off the black stone walls of wherever the hell the damned creatures took her. She pounded on the bars, rattling them hard enough to coax the dust from the ceiling, yet nothing happened.

The rat fell back onto her rump, scooted against the far wall, and began to sob. If only she'd been paying more attention to the map, if only she hadn't been so cocky, if only she hadn't walked into a clearing and gotten ambushed by a skink patrol. Yet, here she was, stripped naked and shoved into a cell. By some miracle she wasn't dead though that didn't exactly bring her comfort. She found her way into a corner, rested her head on her knees, and began to, after a long and arduous day, finally doze...

She awoke sometime later to the sound of knocking on the bars. Peering up from her position, cuddled into the corner, she could see the outline of one of the lizards. Thin and lithe, but standing confident opposite her. "Finally," it spoke. Decidedly male, but youthful. Perhaps a twenty year old human's, or the equivalent in skink society. "They told me you were unique but I didn't know you were a woman!" Her eyes were blood red, and glowed in the low light. She stared back at the figure.

"You're here to kill me, right?" She stood, brushing herself off, walking up to the bars regardless of her weakness and vulnerability.

"Gods..." the male responded, eying up her body. She was lithe and agile, two pert breasts, two what looked like ram horns atop her head, with glowing red eyes. Even from here, he could make out her shape- the outline was that of a woman.That hourglass figure of mammals he'd read about in so many books. "No!" he finally answered. "I just want to see you. My name is Solod."

The rodent stared back, right hand holding a wound on her left arm. "You look thirsty," he said, and withdrew a small flash from his coat without giving her time to answer. "I'll give you this if you tell me your name," he smiled a wide smile. With his sharpened lizard teeth it was rather off putting to the rat.

"Solveig Eiskwell," she answered, still quite cautious of the fellow. "Well Solv- can I call you Solv?" He asked, before continuing on without letting her reply yet again. "I have this problem that I want you to solve."

The rat-folk's gut instinct was to refuse, or better yet bite the damned creature and steal the water anyway. Yet, in her desperate state, her instincts failed her. "...What?" She spat, with more venom than intended.

"We live in a beautiful city, little rat," the lizard-man hunched his back so he was eye-level with her. His eyes were a deep, dark blue. She could see her own bright reds reflected in them. "It's large, safe, prosperous..." his eyes began to fall from hers, to her uncovered breasts, her stomach and thighs. "The only problem?" He asked, rhetorically. "We've no women."

Solveig did not respond, only glared down her muzzle incredulously.

"Oh, do you not believe me?" He began. "It's true. Long ago, we were cursed by- ah, it doesn't really matter. The point is, we can only breed by capturing women like you." His gentle smile grew wider and bolder, sharp teeth flashing with dark intent.

The Rat's face dropped as realization crept across. "You don't mean-" she gulped, "You're going to-"

"To breed you, yes. And not me. Probably," He flicked some dust off of his shoulder before continuing. "It's this whole thing where our priest sizes you up and determines who you'd be suitable for, then you become that person's property- yadda yadda, who cares? Listen rat," he licked his scaly lips with an extension of his serpentine tongue. "I want to fuck you myself. I want you, and if you do get knocked up at least it'll be mine and not some lowly warrior-beast, hm?"

Solveig was aghast. She stepped back to the far wall, letting herself drop to the floor. Her head fell to her knees, her arms wrapped around her legs. "Gods, please gods-haven save me from-" she started, but her captor interjected. "Oh come on, you must have had some idea. You know we usually kill rodents?" He jeered. "I'm the chief's son you know, I can protect you."

No response. Selod continued eagerly, "we don't even have to fuck," he said. "If you just suck it, I'll tell father I want you for myself. We can get married, and then you can 'sneak away' and escape." His eyes regarded the rat with hunger as he stepped closer to the bars, resting his hands on the cool iron. "Come on!" He started, shifting his loincloth to the side.

Solveig's eyes went wide as he started to, with no sense of shame or hesitation, start to jerk off his weird lizard cock directly at her. "Suck it!" He yelled, voice echoing across the dungeon walls "Or I'll come back here with a spear and kill you," he growled as he spoke. "Now!" the lizard shouted, causing Solveig to recoil.

"Fine, okay, okay!" She tried to calm him down, the male had clearly worked himself up. "You're gonna let me go, right?" She asked, meekly approaching.

He'd stopped jerking himself off, instead letting the tip of his length poke through the bars. It was a good few inches, quite a bit larger than any rat-mans. Five or six-ish, from eyeballing it. It was wider at the base, and tapered to a pointy tip. A tip that rested an inch from her maw, currently. It smelled like him. That youthful, eager scent filled her nostrils. It was not wholly unpleasant. "Yes," he confirmed. "Yes, just suck it and I'll free you."

Tentatively, She looked up at her captor. He had thinner scales along his neck, and this wide purple robe concealing the breadth of his form. Beneath the robe was only this loincloth. "Fine," she spoke, breathy on his cock tip.

She parted her ratty lips, opened her maw wide, and swallowed his cocklength in one swift motion."Yes!" Her partner screamed out. She'd no time to react as his scaly hands gripped her horns through the bars, pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust his dick into the bars, pressing her lips to the base of his length.

She choked, raising her hands defensively, pressing them against the cold prison gate, but she was trapped. "Oh gods it's wonderful!" The lizard-thing moaned in a surprisingly femine manner as he ground his dick-length into the back of her throat. It was all she could do to turn her mouth sideways so her eager lover did not nick himself on her sharp canines

The rat began to choke and sputter on the invader, pushing hard enough on the bars she, finally, plopped herself off his length and began sputtering a loud, hacking cough. Her hands held her throat in pain as she caught her breath. "Why'd you stop!?" Her 'lover' yelled at her. "Useless fucking rodent," he spat. "I can't breathe!" she finally managed to reply, smacking her lips to get the taste of lizard cum out of her mouth. "Please- I'm trying," but she was interrupted by the sound of metal-on-metal. She looked up, and saw Selod jostling the keys to her cell. He angrily flung the door open, and stepped inside, hard cock bobbing in the dungeon air.

This was her chance! She launched upward, sprinting past the lizard, but he was too fast. Before she could get out the door, she'd been rammed into and tackled to the ground. Solveig went to fight, to throw him off, but she could not. He was stronger, faster, better trained. Her blows were countered, until she was pinned beneath him, her wrists gripped by his as his blazing eyes stared her down.

"Rodent Bitch," he started. "All you had to do..." he grabbed her by the neck with his left hand as he began to explore her body with his right. He roughly felt the rat up, running his fingers over thighs, her stomach...her chest. "Stop!" She began to scream! To kick, to thrash, to beg. But he was too strong. "I was almost finished you bitch! Now- ggrf!," he began to drool on her face, lizard saliva falling upon her cheeks, Solveig began to cry. "Please, stop!"

He did not. The rat successfully pinned, he dipped his hand down to her ass, lifted her up, and hilted his cock into her pussy. Solveig screamed and thrashed, she tried to claw at him, but his scales were too tough. She was helpless. "Please!" She pleaded, but her cries continued to be ignored.

Finally, the lizard sat to a rhythm. "Fuck yes," he hissed at her. "God you're so good baby." The skink offered, as his hands dropped down to grip her hips. He stared daggers into the rat's eyes as he began to fuck her. It was slow. He was taking his time with her, enjoying her. His hands roamed her body, feeling up her chest. "God I love mammal tits," he whispered.

Finally, his fingers drew down to her hips once more, and he slammed her back up against him, wet pussy meeting the eager lizard's cocklength. "You're gonna be mine," he snickered at her. "My little toy." He huffed hot breaths against her neck.

The sound and scent of sex filled the air at once. Wet schliks, moans and grunts of the male above her, and solveig's own muted cries. At least he had allowed her this one little mercy, the option to cry. Thus, she began to openly weep. There was little pain, but the humiliation, the shame, the thought she might be getting knocked up by some horrible child. She let it all out here, amidst her lover's fucking and his groans.

"Where do you want it?" He asked, teasingly. "Do you want me to cum inside, baby?"

Was he mocking her? Was it not enough to rape her, now he has to deride her too? "Outside!" She managed, through her tears.

"Not outside," he replied, slowing his fucking down, edging himself using her tender folds. "You want me to cum in your mouth or inside, which is it?!"

"My- my mouth," she managed, in a quiet squeak.

"You want me to do what in your mouth, baby?" The skink began to pick up in pace once again, fucking his hips into hers with increasing violence. She could tell he was close. If she didn't want to get knocked up, Solveig only had one choice. "Say it!" He growled.

"I want- mmh," Solveig choked up. "Cum in my mouth," she muttered, a soft whisper.

At once, the skink pulled out, he jumped on her face and pinned it to the ground with his left hand. "Open wide," he grinned down at her, furiously pumping his cock with his free hand.

Fearing the consequences of not, solveig complied, shyly opening her mouth and revealing the lines of sharp teeth and a large flat rat tongue, just as the first wave of lizard cum met her taste buds, with an accompanying moan from the skink.

"Yes, fuck, oh fuck yes!" he groaned, firing a few lances of his jizz into her mouth. The first one missed, landing across her chin, but each followed directly on their mark, falling along her tongue and landing far enough in her mouth to slide into her throat on their own. Finally, he let the tip of his cocklength fall to her tongue, and wiped his dick-tip off on it, using the muscle as his personal jizz rag.

Solveig stayed beneath him until he was well and truly finished with her. He seemed to enjoy sitting in this position, forcing her to taste the tip of his dick as he ground it against her. Finally, blessedly finally, he got up, brushed himself off and stretched. "If you tell anyone I'll kill you," he spoke, simply and casually.

Solveig's tears had dried, finally. She'd scooted up against the far wall again, already fantasizing of driving her dagger into this little shit's heart. As he began to collect his things and leave, she spotted the flask tucked into his waistband. "Wait-" she spoke, her voice hoarse from thirst. "The water, please-"

"Please, master." He corrected, fishing the flask from his side. "You want this, little rat?" He teases, dangling it between two fingers. "Say please~"

"Please...master," Solveig managed.

"Fine, I grant you this small boon," he threw the capped flask at her feet, shut the door and walked away whistling a tune. Solveig leaped for the flask, unscrewed its cap and lifted it to her lips, and waited...

It was empty.

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I am sure that were anything in this story not canon, such as for instance female skaven, people would feel the need to relentlessly remind me of that. Rest assured that yes, I know.