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The village came into view as I topped the hill. It wasn't a large town, as far as I could tell, but it was still civilization, and that was good enough for me. I had been on the road for a few days now, and was much worse for wear than I would have liked to admit.

I looked up at the sky. Grey overcast, a sky full of melancholy clouds that didn't do much to raise my spirits. I could tell that they were going to do more than keep the sun from gracing the land today. With a grunt, I trudged on to the village.

It wasn't long before I found myself at the gate. Like the village, it wasn't terribly large, but it still stood tall enough to deter more malicious intentions. As I came up to the gate, I saw a single guard at his station. He regarded me with cold reptilian eyes, his tail jerking about a little at my sight.

A Lacerian. That was interesting. The last Lacerian that I had seen had been a couple of weeks ago, back at the third or fourth village that I had been to on my trek. I had visited a few more villages since then, so it was an interesting sight. Or, should I say, unsettling.

It isn't that I don't enjoy the company of the reptilian kind, but this one watched me with a certain air about him. Taut, intense. He just didn't look happy to see me. After watching that loathing gaze of his for a moment, though, I broke the eye contact. So what if the gate guard didn't like me? It wasn't exactly uncommon in small towns such as this.

What was waiting for me in the marketplace was, however. The marketplace was relatively close to the gate, and only a couple blocks found me there. What I was greeted with, though, was something similar to what the guard had given me. And it was multiplied by a few dozen.

Eyes. Reptilian eyes of every Lacerian in that marketplace were on me the minute I was noticed. They were just as flattering as the gate guard's, as well. All around me, vertical pupils stared at me with that same angry stare. Suspicious, loathing, scathing, I found it in each and every gaze. Gods, even the children that were about stared much the same way, though I guessed more to follow the adults' examples than anything else.

I just stood there before that sea of angry eyes. I never was one for being the center of attention, and I could feel my nerves acting up a bit. It didn't help when I noticed that those angry reptilian eyes were all that I saw. As far as I could tell, there were no other species in that marketplace: no elves, humans, goblins, not even a damn orc. All just Lacerians...and very hateful Lacerians at that.

Well, at least, save for one. Summing up the courage to just walk through, I noticed him. He wasn't very conspicuous amongst the crowd, and he had a hood that hid any distinct features, but the eyes...his eyes were different. They certainly didn't carry the same loathing that all around him carried, but what it was that they did have I wasn't sure. Pity? Sadness? He definitely had a melancholy look, but I just wasn't sure. At the same time, though, those eyes seemed kind...and inviting.

It seemed strange. Here I was, under the watch of a hundred yellow lizard-like eyes, and yet it was this pair that caught me. And they certainly caught me. As I stared, my pulse quickened and my chest tightened. What was I doing? The strange sensations certainly weren't helping my nerves, that was for sure. Somehow I found myself walking, and yet I couldn't find myself breaking the gaze that those Lacerian eyes had me in. I watched them, they watched me. It felt so odd...but so good. I couldn't help but feel like I was floating a little...

...that is, until I found myself without my feet under me and running headlong into a mud puddle on the ground. I landed with an unceremonious plop in the wet earth. A wave of laughter spread out through the crowd as I clumsily brought myself back to my feet, my cheeks burning of anger and embarrassment. Looking down, I saw my tunic and the shoulders of my hood drenched in mud, and could feel the hood was wet with it as well. I had no doubt there was a mess all over my face and hair. Vainly trying to wipe the stuff off, I looked behind me, and noticed a group of Lacerians walking away. One was looking at me with a smug look on his face, his tail unfurling.

The bastard had tripped me! I looked at those eyes with my own loathing and clenched my fists. What the hell was I doing to get this kind of treatment? I very much just wanted to walk up to the fellow and relieve him of that smirk on his face.

But what would that do? At best, it would've gotten me thrown out of town. At worst...well, I didn't want to think about THAT in too much detail. As unwelcoming as this city was, it was the only hope I had of finding somewhere warm and sheltered to rest for the night. Grudgingly, I just stalked off while wiping the mud from my shirt and face. I looked around once more, hoping to find that one Lacerian again, but he was nowhere to be found. With a sigh, I went to find a tavern to stay at.

Some time, several threats and various rejections later, I was still without any lodging. The mud had now caked on my clothes and hair, and the rain was definitely beginning to fall. Damn this inhospitable village! At this rate I was going to need to find a cave outside of the village or something. I was cold, wet, hungry, and not a little bit miserable. This was without a doubt the worst luck that I had had in a village so far.

As I was about to find out, though, bad luck wasn't through with me yet.

Night was already darkening the streets, devoid of any moonlight thanks to the clouds. The few buildings that could shelter any light did little to keep the oncoming blackness at bay. I stumbled through the night, not so much because of how dark it was, but more from the cold and hunger. My clothes were completely drenched, and while the rain did manage to wash the mud from my flesh, I could feel the chill of the water going right through my flesh, down to the bone. The fact that I hadn't eaten a thing in the half-day that I had been in the village only worsened the situation for me. I was mentally kicking myself for not just hunting in the nearby forest for rabbits and an oak with a decent lean to it.

All the regrets and hunger pangs almost made me miss the scuffle of clawed feet that I heard directly behind me. There wasn't another soul to be seen on the street on account of the rain, so it was likely that the stranger wasn't out for a stroll. I turned, and was met with three pairs of vertical slits outlined by shining yellow color. They were focused on me with much of the same feelings that I caught at the marketplace, except they had another look to them as well. Excited, feral, blood-hungry. I wasn't looking at the same kind of Lacerians in the marketplace. I was looking at predators, eager to hunt.

Shit.

The three were all brandishing short swords and regarded me with those bird-of-prey stares. The one that I took for the head of the pack smiled at me with a row of impressively sharp teeth. "Look at that. The poor pig hasn't found a bed to stay in. Can't blame them, what with the stench and all..." the others chuckled at the remark.

There was no doubt that this was the same asshole that tripped me earlier, and his words only amplified the anger that I had held in from that fiasco. I had to clench my teeth, but managed to speak. "No need to worry about my smell, you'll find it going with me, out of this town." Even as the words came out, though, I was only committed to them halfheartedly. This town had been nothing but cruel to me, and yet I kept finding myself thinking about that Lacerian that I had locked eyes with at the marketplace. I couldn't explain why, but a part of me had desperately wanted to find him. I didn't have the slightest clue what he looked like, and yet I had kept a secret hope that we would cross paths again. As I turned away from the group, however, I tried convincing myself that that just wasn't meant to be.

"Hold on, I don't think you should leave now. We haven't had any fun with you yet..." The words, along with another reptilian lackey blocking my path in front of me, suggested I had more to worry about than some fleeting fantasy. I looked back at the trio, readying myself for a way out. I didn't know what they wanted to do to me, but I didn't want to find out. Spotting a narrow alleyway to my left, I rushed for it and ran down the pathway.

Unfortunately, the pack leader seemed to have guessed that I would try that route. At the end of the alleyway, yet another Lacerian was blocking the exit, also brandishing a small sword. I could hear the leader laughing at me as he came to the alley's entrance. "Oh-ho, more flight than fight in you, pig? I thought you would make this more fun..."

Feeling the rage in me about to burst, I whirled around, crouched into a fighting stance, and shot my hand towards the hilt of my sword. I was ready for a fight, had been the minute I was tripped, all throughout the embarrassing insults and scathing looks that they gave me. I was more than ready to give them a reason to hate me.

And yet, I hesitated. Did I really want to be the monster that they thought of me as? I still didn't know why it was that they despised me so, but whatever reason it was, I didn't want to prove them right.

Unfortunately, my dilemma left me wide open for the ringleader to simultaneously kick me to the ground and slip my sword out of its sheath. I made a mental note not to have a moral quandary in front of a species known for their ability to ambush.

I hit the ground hard, and the point of my own sword at my own throat prevented me from getting up. Looking up, I saw those amber orbs regard me with a sinister amusement. The Lacerian raised the point from my throat to the tip of my nose. "Such a nosy little pig, aren't you? Don't have the brain matter to leave when you're not quite welcome. You'll leave, of course, but I think you need a little encouragement to not come back." The smile that his scaly lips formed was anything but warm. "What's say we start with that snout of yours?"

Before he could start with defacing me, however, the sound of an impact and a crash brought both of our attentions to the end of the alleyway behind me. The Lacerian that was there was now gone, and the reason stepped into the alley to reveal himself. It was another Lacerian, his hands glowing with what looked like blue fire.

The ringleader snarled at the newcomer. "What the hell do you think you're doing! This is no-" the rest was lost in the rain as he was suddenly flung back by an unseen force, like as if a giant hand snagged him by the back and pulled him away. He barreled right into his cohorts at the other end of the alley. The magical reptilian came to my side, both of his clawed hands outstretched and still wrapped in blue flame. "Are you all right?" he asked with a calm but controlled voice. He looked at me with a slit pupil. Suddenly, the stranger seemed less of a stranger to me. It was the Lacerian from the marketplace! While it seemed improbable that I could recognize the same Lacerian from the marketplace amongst the many others in this town, I felt with an undying certainty that this was the one. My fleeting hopes were answered in earnest...although I hadn't expected he would be saving my arse.

That reptilian eye would've looked very foreign and menacing to most people. But I wasn't most people. I only found myself enraptured. I couldn't help but appreciate the look of concern he had for me, as well as that same kindness that I had seen earlier. They say eyes are windows to the soul. Cliché, I admit, but I could've sworn I saw a very virtuous soul in that gaze.

Realizing that I was staring and probably drooling as well, I quickly picked myself up and stumbled with my mouth. "Y-yes, I'm fine..." The ringleader who was scrambling to his clawed feet was anything but, however. He snarled as my savior brought his attention back to him. "You son of a bitch! I'm going to-"

Whatever intentions he had were drowned out by a sudden banshee shriek that emanated from right beside me. As I clamped down on my ears, a bright orange light shot out into the sky, somehow keeping it's brilliance in the dense rainfall. Once the ringing subsided, I looked over at my newfound friend and saw that he had a finger pointed in the air. "That was a call to law enforcement. They'll be here any minute," he said coolly.

The ringleader glared with a murderous look about him, but his lackeys were more than inclined to leave the scene. With a snarl, he spat "you will get yours, pig-lover!" and stalked off with the rest of his group.

The alleyway was now deserted. Even the one that had been guarding the exit was gone, though I had a strong feeling that it was because he was unconscious around the corner. The Lacerian blew out a sigh of relief, dropped his arms, and looked at me with those brilliantly warm eyes of his. "Gods, I can't tell you how sorry I am that that happened to you. Are you hurt?"

Again I found myself enthralled in that gaze. It didn't do very good for my tongue. "Um, y-yes...no, no, I'm fine, really."

The reptilian chuckled lightly. "Well, that's good." he extended his hand to me. "I'm Selv, Force-of-Winds."

Despite all of the excitement, I found my shoulders relaxing and my mouth curling into a smile. I shook his hand. "Jayce. Jayce Thourben."

The constable and his men showed up in a matter of minutes. I couldn't tell if it was the drizzling weather or my presence that annoyed them more, but Selv commanded their attention and described the events that transpired. We were both fine after the ordeal, though I winced at the realization that the ringleader had taken off with my sword. It was a piece that had gotten me through more than a few scrapes. I was going to miss it.

After the constable left, Selv made it a point to invite me back to his abode for the night. I didn't want to burden him, especially with the idea that I had just made him some new enemies. But the idea of food and a warm fire were too much for me to pass up. Besides, I particularly relished the idea of staying the night with the Lacerian.

I blinked. Did I really just think that? I shook my head and dispelled the strange thought. I enjoyed Selv's company, but the thought was a little more intimate than was comfortable.

"Are you alright?" I looked up to find Selv watching me with concerned eyes, the fire reflecting in them with a brilliant sheen. Now that he had his hood removed, I could make out more of his features: orange scales colored the sides of his face and muzzle, while black ones ran between his eyes down to his snout. He had frills on the sides of his head, the same mix of orange and black as the rest of his face, the black outlining the edges and the orange covering the rest. Compared to the other locals, his muzzle seemed narrower, yet his eyes were a little bit bigger. He looked...rather nice. Oh gods, there I go again!

We were now at his house, trying to dry ourselves before a fire pit that was at the center of the living room. We had finished a rather delectable meal-who knew Lacerians made such good cooks?-and were sitting with cups of tea in our hands. Nervous about what had been crossing my mind, I quickly said, "Um, i-it's just how today's been, I guess. The whole thing's been crazy..."

Selv looked down at his cup dejectedly. "It's not right how everyone acted towards you. I'm so sorry you've received such poor treatment..."

I couldn't help but smile at his constant apologies. "You make it sound as if you weren't the one who actually decided to help me. You don't need to feel responsible for other people's actions."

He looked up at me. "And yet these are MY people that choose to do this to you. Good people that I see every day, turned into shallow cretins when a traveler needs their help. And all because of what he looks like? It's pathetic!" He stared at me a moment, then looked away. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to rant like this..."

I chuckled again. This Lacerian was such a strange fellow! "I don't mind it at all, really. You've been very hospitable, I don't mind listening to your woes. It gives me something to do in return, at least!"

Selv smiled, then looked back up at me. "Thank you."

"No, thank you! The food alone was fantastic, not counting everything else."

Selv laughed. "Well, that's the one reward that I get for being forced to help my mother in the kitchen as a child!"

"Small wonder the rest of us single males virtually starve!"

We both gave a laugh at that. Gods, this was just wonderful. What had been one of the worst days in my life had quickly turned into one of the best thanks to this kind Lacerian. After we had our laughs, we simply looked at each other for a moment. Again, those vertical slits that made his pupils, those amber irises, they seemed so different, yet they felt so familiar...and warm. I could tell that I was looking for a little too long, and diverted my eyes after a minute. "A-anyway, thank you for the food..." I looked back up at him, "...and for, well, everything else."

His smile widened a little. "It's no trouble at all. I wish it didn't have to be that I am the only one to have hospitality, but you're welcome." And again, we just sat there across from each other, our eyes locked in a gaze. That pure soul of his was ever more apparent. How was it that I seemed to be able to look so deeply into this reptilian? It felt so right, and yet, I'd never felt like this for anyone, let alone someone of a different species. I was used to new experiences, but this one struck closer to my heart than anything else, and it unnerved me.

This time, Selv diverted his eyes. He cleared his throat, and said, "Well, I think I need to change out of these wet clothes. The rain, you know. Doesn't do well for us cold-blooded types."

Distracted by my thoughts, I simply said, "Um, yes, okay. I'll...stay here...with the fire."

He laughed. "I hope you do! I'll be back in a minute."

He set down his cup stood up, walked to his bedroom, and closed the door. I watched him leave the living area. With his face turned from me, I found myself glancing at the rest of him. He had a slightly slimmer figure than the other Lacerians. Much if his clothes were plastered to his scales by the rain, giving me a perfect outline of his body. I watched the tail swaying to and fro as he walked, and the strides he took with those oddly bent reptilian legs of his. I looked up a little further...

And was met with the sight of the door as he shut it behind him. I shook my head. What the hell was that?! Had I really just been examining his body? My cheeks flushed at the realization, yet...at the same time, I could feel my heart racing, my breath quickening again. Gods, I needed to distract myself with something!

I stared at the fire and realized that it was starting to die out. I set down my cup and looked around for firewood, but couldn't find any. I paused for a minute. It wasn't like I could just go through his house looking for firewood; it seemed a bit rude. I looked over at Selv's door, took a deep breath, and strode over to his room. I started pushing the door open. "Um, Selv, could you tell me where the-OH GODS!"

I quickly forgot about the firewood when I saw Selv. He was facing me, his hand in a drawer, pulling out a pair of trousers. He didn't have his shirt on...or his pants.

I slammed the door and walked away from it. Good Gods, did I seriously walk in on him naked?! I could hear a rustle behind me as Selv began to come out of the room. What the hell was I going to say? Oops, sorry Selv, I didn't mean to peep at your balls. Gods, this was just horrific!

The door creaked open. I kept my back to it. "Gods, Selv, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear!"

"Calm down, it's alright!" I heard him say behind. I was a bit surprised at this, and looked back at him. His shirt was still off, but now he had trousers on. "I admit, that was a bit awkward, but it's not that serious, really."

I looked at him for a moment. In an effort to calm myself, I gave a light chuckle. It didn't work so well, but I could tell Selv wasn't offended, so I relaxed a little and turned toward him. "I'm sorry, it was...awkward. I was, uh, just wanting to know where the firewood...was..."

I stopped speaking when I saw a bewildered look on his face. He was looking downward, toward my hips. Confused, I followed his gaze.

Oh, Gods, no...

My pants were tented. I could see my unit bulging under the fabric. Gods, I was ERECT! I was so nervous after seeing Selv naked, I hadn't realized that my body had reacted as well. I looked up at Selv, mortified. He only looked at me with that same dumbfounded look on his face.

No. No, no, NO!

I turned and all but ran for the door. I had made a friend in Selv, and then lost it in one moment. Those damn dirty thoughts of mine, they betrayed me! I shouldn't ever have been thinking of him other than as a friend, a good friend who wanted to help me in my time of need. Instead I was thinking with my penis. Gods, what was wrong with me?!

As I went for the door, I expected to hear Selv's disgust. I expected to hear curses, expected to feel objects thrown at me, expected to be chased out. I fully expected to be rejected by a friend.

I didn't expect to hear him call my name. I didn't expect to feel his arms on my shoulders and be spun about. I didn't expect to see the look on his face. It...it wasn't horrified. It wasn't disgusted, wasn't repulsed. It was...still bewildered. I hadn't expected any of this.

And I definitely didn't expect the kiss.

Before I knew what was happening, his reptilian lips met mine. They were warm and scaly, and pushed hard against my own mouth. I made a sound of surprise as his tongue invaded me. It was slender, but thick...and long. It began to explore the inside of my orifice, sliding across the inside cheeks, the roof. He pushed his tongue against mine, and I all but tasted the warm, slick mouth organ as it played across the bumps on my tongue.

Eventually, we parted, and looked at each other. Now it was my turn to have a bewildered look. Had he...had he really just kissed me? Just like that? I had been worried this whole time about my thoughts, about my secret desires...and he went and made the first move. After a minute, he looked down, then closed his eyes and let out an amused huff. I looked down as well...and realized I wasn't the only one with a tent in his pants.

Gods. He really wanted me.

He looked back up at me. Again, I saw that warm look in his eyes, but I could see what it was that I had missed now. It wasn't pity or sadness. It was longing. The minute he saw me, the same feelings that I had guarded had welled up in him. I could tell it was as new to him as it had been to me, and he felt unsure...no, it wasn't just that. It was also fear.

Even as he looked at me now, even after what had transpired, he was still afraid that I might reject him. Me, rejecting him. It seemed so ridiculous to me, but that look told me that it was a real possibility to him. However, I couldn't say that I agreed. So, I did the best thing to quell those fears.

I kissed him back.

It's awkward trying to kiss when you're companion has a lizard-like muzzle, but I managed to figure it out. I closed my eyes as I felt those warm lips again, and this time invaded his mouth with my tongue. He stiffened at first, surprised that I would return the feelings. I felt around the inside of his mouth, around his thick tongue. He felt so warm, yet he tasted so different. I had been with others - female, and male when I could get away with it - but none of them felt and tasted like he did. It could simply be that he was another species...or maybe it was something more. I didn't know...

...And I didn't care. All I did know was that I wanted him, like I'd never wanted anyone before.

My back pressed against the door as Selv returned the kiss. I stroked the scales along his back, warmer to the touch than I would of thought. His chest pressed up against my wet shirt. With a grunt, I pulled away for a minute to discard my top. We embraced again, and I could feel his chest and belly scales against my skin, even warmer than his back.

We took our time exploring each other's mouths. I could feel his tongue probing ever deeper, though not enough to make me gag, thank goodness. Having a tongue that was much stubbier, I took to going over every inch I could reach, pressing my lips firmly against his as my organ went as far as it could go.

After some time, Selv began to pull away from me. I was confused at first, but then I saw a playful smile spread over his lips. He pulled at my hands, walking towards his door. The smile and his eyes told me enough.

Gods, this was it! My heart beat faster as I followed him across the living area. I couldn't help but marvel at his body. His chest scales were a lighter shade of orange than his face, almost golden, reaching up to the bottom of his neck before fading back to that same warm color. His pants were still tented, and I so desperately wanted to uncover the prize that they held. He noticed my eyes undressing him, and he chuckled a little at that.

This is exactly what I had wanted. It had unnerved me, scared me even, that I developed such feelings for this reptilian so quickly. Even now, I had a shadow of a doubt cross over my mind as to what I was about to do. Was I really ready to do this with him? Was I ready to open myself up like this? I had been in bed with others before, but I could tell that this was going to be nothing like the other times. It would be much more...but, then again, that's what I wanted.

And as I stared into Selv's eyes, I could tell it was what he wanted as well.

I realized suddenly that we were in Selv's room, at the foot of his bed. He looked at me again with that playful smile, then pressed his lips to mine again as we embraced once more. He leaned back onto the bed, so that I was on top of him. As we lay there, I could feel my member pushed up against his. He thrusted his hips up a bit, and I could feel our units rubbing against each other underneath the fabric of our trousers.

The feeling was electrifying. I let out a breath as he rubbed against me, teasing my unit and driving me insane. I wanted so badly to release my member, to feel what an even warmer part of him was like. The thoughts were driving me crazy, and Selv seemed to pick up on them quickly. He started to tug at the top of his trousers, and I lifted myself off of him so that he could pull them down. He pulled them off of his waist and kicked them off of his feet, and I was met with a full view of that body of his.

The inside of his legs held the same golden color as his chest and stomach, while the outsides were orange with black spots dotted along his thighs.

But it was his crotch that I really beheld.

He had a shaft like a lizard's, the kind that was normally hidden in a slit. It was out and in full view, a spike-shaped red member. Although I had seen it before, I was surprised to see that his ball sack was actually similar to a human's, his testicles resting right beneath his shaft. He began to turn away from me to present his backside. He was more than ready for me, and I was very ready for him.

Instead of letting him turn, though, I grabbed his shoulder and brought him on his back again. He looked at me with confusion, but I only gave a smile in return. He had done so much for me in one day; I thought that it was time I did something for him.

Slowly, I bent down, and gave a peck to the top of his snout. Still trying to figure out my intentions, he watched as I started to travel south down his body. I went from his snout to his jaw line, to his neck, to his chest, planting kisses all the way. I felt all of the different scales that made up his body, from the rough orange and black along his jaw and neck to the smooth golden on his chest and stomach. He figured it out when I was just getting to his belly, and it heaved under my lips while he sucked in a breath. I looked back up at him, and his eyes had gone from confused to anxious. They were widened and excited, and I could tell his shaft had the same feeling as it pressed against my chest. I smiled, and continued my journey.

I finally found myself staring right at his crotch. His member was throbbing; it was anxious, as much as Selv was to receive that pleasure that I had been building us up to. Once more I looked at that aching saurian horn of his, such a foreign shape compared to the others I had seen. Selv let out a huff, becoming frustrated by my constant teasing and deliberate hesitation.

It made me chuckle on the inside as I brought my hand around his reptilian member, closing my fingers around and giving it a light squeeze. It was hot in comparison with the rest of his body, somewhat slick; he let out a gasp as I finally touched his mating tool, and laid his head down. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it badly.

I was more than eager to please.

I began to knead his member, creating an undulating motion with my fingers. Using my other hand, I cupped his balls and massaged them gently. Selv let out a moan of pleasure as my hands worked on his genitals, feeling that red-hot horn of his getting even harder in my grasp as I slid my digits up and down it. I brought my thumb up to the tip and brushed lightly across it, which elicited another gasp from him. I smiled; good to know that the pleasure spots were in the same place as a human's.

I kept on the handjob for a minute, squeezing the base with my fingers and rubbing a small ring around the tip of his shaft. Selv continued to gasp and moan, jerking a little at my squeezes. He had his eyes closed and his head laid back, his claws clutching at the fabric on his bed. He lifted his head and looked at me, mouth open and panting, and his eyes were half-mast in a grateful euphoria.

Oh, he was going to love what came next.

I stopped squeezing his shaft and took my hand off of his balls. His eyes opened a little more, somewhat disappointed as I stopped kneading his member. I only grinned at him, then brought my attention back to his crotch. Dipping my head down until my lips were barely a couple of inches from his member, I parted my mouth and gave a small lick across the end of his shaft. He sucked in a breath through his scaly lips as I savored the feeling of his tip across my tongue, warm flesh combined with the taste of an earthy musk. I dipped my head a little lower and licked the underside of his reptilian member, going as slow as possible, to really taste and feel him. He moaned again as my mouth organ brushed over his shaft. His thighs twitched, and he barely suppressed a thrust as he slightly pushed his hips up, bringing his member up to my lips; he was lost in pleasure, and the treatment was doing something for me as well. I could feel my own unit throbbing and aching beneath the wet fabric of my trousers.

Gods, I had enough of the foreplay! It was time to really pleasure him.

I opened my mouth again. Once more my tongue came to meet his lizard appendage, only this time I dipped my head even lower. My lips went down over his horn until I was just about at the base. I closed my mouth around that warm organ, pressing it between my tongue and my roof. Selv gave a real gasp at that, putting a clawed hand on my head as I started to make a bobbing motion. His shaft slid in and out of my mouth, hot and slick, that musky taste playing over the buds of my tongue. As I began to suck at his lizard horn, he pushed harder with his clawed hand, while simultaneously thrusting up with his scaly hips. His pants became more and more ragged as he was pleasured; I could feel the soft sack of his balls against my chin, while my nose buried itself in the scales right underneath his belly. His shaft started to dribble with pre-cum, and I found out what reptilian seed tasted like. It was the same earthy tone as his musk was, but also different; it was salty, yet sweet, in a way; strange, very unlike what I had experienced in the past...no, strange wasn't the right word. It was...exotic. Enticing.

Heavenly.

We continued like this for some time, bobbing, sucking, thrusting, moaning. It was agonizing to resist stripping my trousers and taking him as I had other lovers in the past, but I wanted to see this through for him. He wasn't any of those others, after all; as I kneeled there, pleasuring him, I knew he was much more to me than that.

Despite my intentions, though, Selv had other ideas. It seemed like he was ready to burst as I continued to suck, his member at full length and rock hard, while his clawed digits were buried in my hair. Just when I thought he would climax, however, I heard him growl. That made me falter a bit, but before I could look up to see what was wrong, he grabbed me from under the arms and pulled me up. His unit slid out of my mouth and I was thrown to the bed on my back with surprising strength. In the time it took me to recover from the session we were having, he had me on the bed with him on top...the other way, that is. My head was between his scaly thighs, his shaft and balls dangling over my face. I suddenly felt a sharp tug down at my waist, and looked down to see Selv pulling away my pants with a ferocity that I had not expected out of the kind reptilian. He had my trousers off my hips in an instant, and my own unit sprung out. I kicked the pants off of my feet as Selv examined the mushroom-headed member of mine. He looked down between his legs at me, his lizard lips forming a mischievous grin.

Oh, gods...I guess it was my turn!

He turned back to my penis. His reptilian tongue snaked out and just barely brushed the tip of my member. Despite the light touch, I gasped at the feeling of his lick. I could hear him chuckle as his tongue gave another lick across the tip of my unit. His mouth organ was so warm to the touch, yet the licks were only leaving me aching for more; instead of going down further, though, he only continued to brush his tongue against my tip. Gods, he was torturing me! I let out an annoyed huff that sounded a bit similar to his earlier. He only looked back at me with a face that feigned innocence, but I knew he was getting back at me.

He didn't dwell on his revenge for very long, however. Turning back again, he brought out his tongue once more, only this time he wrapped it around the base of my penis. I let out a moan as he slid his coiled tongue up and down, finally giving me the pleasure I had been waiting for; his saliva coated my member as he brought his saurian mouth organ from the base up to the tip, squeezing and stroking all along the way. My breaths came out in ragged gasps as Selv ravaged me with his tongue.

Despite the wonderful haze that clouded my mind from the euphoric sensations, I knew that I still had my own work to finish. Looking up at his genitals with heavy-lidded eyes, I grabbed either side of his hips and pulled at his scales. He flinched at my sudden grasp, but complied with an excited apprehension. Looking back at me with one eye, I gave my own mischievous grin, and his eye widened in response before returning to my unit with even more intensity. The feeling made me soar, and I continued to pull his hips down. With his shaft a mere inch from my mouth, I parted my lips and brought my tongue up to meet it. Again I tasted that now-familiar musk, allowing myself a brief moment just to feel his reptilian member on my tongue. The feeling was amazing, and the excitement and want built up in me until I felt that I was about to burst.

I pulled on his hips, and his saurian shaft met my mouth again.

Selv moaned in pleasure as I began to suckle at his lizard member, pulling at his scaly hindquarters until my lips hilted him. His ball sack pressed against my nostrils, his belly scales against my chin. His thighs twitched at the contact, as did his tail above my head. His appendage was still hard and hot, and as I suckled at it, I could feel more pre-cum drip onto my tongue. Again that salty-sweet taste played on my buds, and I sucked vigorously, aching for more.

The feeling of his saurian unit back in my mouth had made him halt his own pleasuring on my unit, but it wasn't long before I suddenly felt it clamped between two warm, wet walls. I didn't need to look to know what he was doing, moaning through my sucking as he started to return the pleasure that I had been giving him; his tongue undulating in a way that brought my penis as deep into his mouth as it could possibly go. His scaly nose nudged my balls as he came to the base, and with a sensual motion he began to bob his head. I moaned even louder as he sucked at my unit, and I tried as best I could to pleasure his shaft in the same way. It wasn't easy to do when I was the one under him, but I didn't need to worry much about it when he brought his hips up; only the tip of his saurian shaft was left in my mouth when he pushed his hips down again, hilting in my mouth once more. I gripped his hips and pulled hungrily, trying to receive more and more into my mouth. It was electrifying to feel his unit slide in and out of my orifice, while simultaneously experiencing my own penis sucked on by his saurian muzzle.

Gods, there was hardly words to describe the ecstasy we felt as we laid there, reptilian and man, making love to one another. Just...gods, just bliss...

That bliss started to reach a crescendo as we sucked on each other. I could feel myself about ready to burst, and I began to thrust my hips up to meet Selv's muzzle. His thrusts into my own mouth became more and more forceful, and I knew he was about to release as well. We thrusted into each other harder and harder, his reptilian shaft probing deep into my mouth; his hips pressing down on my face as I forced my own unit up with such ferocity, longing to peak and feel that final moment of pure ecstasy with him. I wanted this to happen for both of us, and sucked hungrily at his shaft in anticipation.

Finally, it came...or, I guess, WE came. I finally arrived at the point where I couldn't hold back any longer, and I gave Selv's muzzle one last thrust. His timing was perfect as he pressed his hips onto me for the final release as well. It was right there, hilting each other, that we climaxed. My body bucked as my seed burst into Selv's muzzle, racked with bouts of absolute euphoria. Feeling Selv's own twitches from the peak, I held on to his hindquarters as his own seed flooded my mouth. Tasting that salty-sweet flavor with full force as my orifice was filled with it, I had to swallow to keep the constant stream in. His tail thumped again and again on the bed as he rode the waves of his climax. We sucked on each other's units again, milking them for every last drop of seed they could muster.

It was all that mattered then. The town, the prejudiced people, my journey, they didn't exist. In that moment, it was just Selv and me, locked in a harmonized, loving bliss. There was no one else like him, and I thanked the heavens above that I was lucky enough to have met him, to be in this moment of pleasure with him.

After what felt like hours we came down from the euphoric peak, exhausted and satisfied. His unit slipped out of my mouth, mine out of his, and Selv turned to lie down and join me, his body against mine and his head resting on my chest. We lay there for a minute, panting and spent from one of the most unforgettable nights that either one of us had. I smiled at the thought that I had tried to run out the door just minutes ago...or was it hours? Gods, it could've been days for all I knew. As Selv turned to look at me with his warm amber eyes, I knew that there was no need to run from him. He accepted me with open arms, such a gift that I hadn't realized I'd been hoping to receive for a long time. Scaly lips forming a smile, he gave but a whisper: "I love you."

I love you...gods, did he really say that? I love you. It was such a simple phrase, yet it left me unnerved. What should I say? Should I return the feelings? Did I want to commit to myself what those simple words would start? Did I want to blindly accept whatever came in the future as a result? Did I...

...Oh, to hell with the thoughts. I just couldn't deny that one simple truth.

"I love you too."