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Chaos-dazed, Coatl and Tiacelel kept wandering through the jungle. At many points in the depths of it, they lost their way, sometimes for minutes and other times for hours. Yet each time, they eventually found their way again, retracing their steps or finding some detritus or damage left by the beastman herd. A broken branch, a half-burnt tree, or forgotten and discarded equipment.

Neither of the two truly knew what they were even doing all of it for. A return to Tlaxtlan, for what? The thoughts that flashed through their minds were half corrupted, picturing enormous orgies with their former friends, and half heroic, hoping to somehow save the city. Either way, there was a sense of direction, even if without a clear purpose.

What both worried and excited Coatl – all of this thoughts and fantasies felt like that now – was knowing that their lusty scents and demeanour would, no doubt, attract a variety of beasts to them. While the taint would certainly lend them enough strength to fend off any hungry animals, it'd also drive them to submit to any of the lustier ones. Chaos always chose what felt the best, and failing that, the easiest way, with no moral compunctions. That meant, and Coatl knew it, that if any beasts happened to want to mount him, he'd let them.

That thought excited him all the more.

He glanced at the kroxigor who walked beside him. How long had it been, now? Maybe eight hours since they got left behind. He was already starting to feel the gnawing of lust in his loins, and both their cocks were standing at attention, constantly getting in the way, bumping into trees and branches. Yet there was one thing that both still had enough presence of mind for, knowing that if they simply kept indulging their urges, they'd starve to death, never to be seen again.

Another thing that the taint hadn't managed to erase was their mutual bond. Often, corrupted creatures ended up almost psychotic in their disregard for any emotions or even life in general, but such was not the case for Coatl. He still felt protective of the reticent kroxigor, wanting – perhaps more than anything else – to protect his egg-mate. He also knew that Tiacelel felt much the same, from how he snapped out of the chaotic haze every time they heard a noise in the jungle, all but leaping between that direction and the smaller saurus.

For the first miles of their journey, there wasn't much in the way of life. The warherd had scared off even the largest predators. Yet, sooner or later they'd all return to their usual prowling grounds, once sure that the danger had passed. Indeed, it wasn't long before they heard the clacking of claws when they reached a small clearing. A call, somewhere between the trees. Reptilian, Coatl recognized. He'd heard it before, but he struggled to place it. Hearing it like this sent a chill down his spine.

“`Cold ones," Tiacelel muttered, instinctively covering Coatl's back as they waited for an assault. Both were armed, though only with the crude, primitive weapons of the beastmen, their own having been taking by the herd, or perhaps left behind in Tlaxtlan.

A beast leapt out. A cold one, not big – an adult, yes, but a small one – that screeched at the pair. A second one, seemingly more timid but still aggressive, followed. The cold ones were raptors, relatively easily tamed for use as mounts by the smaller lizardmen, but wild packs of them were another matter entirely. Perfectly coordinated and made of practically nothing but muscle, sinew, and lethally sharp claws and fangs, they were a constant threat to any errant explorers.

“Get away," Coatl hissed, as if the simple-minded beasts could understand him. He tapped the crude sword against a rock, imitating the claw-tapping that the cold ones did, meant both as intimidation and a quieter form of coordination.

These ones, though, didn't seem hungry. They recoiled at Coatl's display, but didn't retreat. The aggression melted into a kind of curiosity, and then back to aggression, the twin beasts gnashing their jaws at the lizardmen. A pair, but not mates. Rather, they seemed like…

“Males," Tiacelel growled. “Nestmates, probably. Look-“

The raptors circled the two. If they had wanted to attack, they'd already lost their best chance at it with the element of surprise. But then, Coatl saw what Tiacelel was indicating. The beasts were, indeed, both males. They were also visibly aroused. Sometimes, males from the same clutch would stick together as they tried to establish their own territories and to find mates. The anger in these two wasn't as much bloodlust as it was frustration. They'd probably been rejected by females recently, and that encounter had left their cocks just hard as Coatl's and Tiacelel's. Just more primitive, slender and red. And more eye-catching, more…

…more appealing, Coatl realized. His mouth suddenly felt dry. Their tainted smell left the cold ones thinking of them as, if not females, at least potential mates. This display wasn't one of a predator, or even a defense of their territory. It was courtship.

Indeed, just as he understood that, one of them cocked their leg, followed by another squawking snarl as it let the lizardmen get a good look at its firm, feral cock. This was how the raptors attracted mates, perhaps. Showing their capability of making a female's belly swell, should one desire it. And now, they were offering it to the lizardmen, not caring one bit that they were a different species entirely. There were some rumors that cold ones could breed lizardmen, but it was supremely rare that it actually happened. If it did, such forbidden hybrids were quickly killed or exiled, or simply never found themselves in the relative civilization of the lizardman cities to begin with.

Instinctively, Coatl mimicked one of their snarls. The display worked exactly as intended on his fragmented, corrupted mind. He was being seduced by these simple beasts, and though shame burned through the very core of his being, he couldn't deny it.

Then, though, something strange happened. Faced with the sight of the raptor's hardness, he felt his own shaft go limp, slowly retreating back into his body. At first, he couldn't understand why. A quick glance towards Tiacelel showed a different reaction. The cold one approaching him was instead presenting itself, tail raised as high as it could.

Did these beasts have preferences on position? And if so, why was he being deemed-

His “suitor" pounced him, bowling the saurus over with his sheer weight. There was the faintest glimmer of cunning, if not intelligence, in its eyes, and its humid breath washed over Coatl's face. He blanched when he finally understood was it was planning; to fuck his slit rather than this ass. Yet that only made him more aroused and receptive. Thanks to his corruption, his body was already readying itself to be taken, with his copious precum soaking his slit so it'd more easily accept the cold one's shaft.

Coatl could only hope that its slender cock would fit inside him. With his world now upside down, he saw Tiacelel approach the raptor that'd chosen him. Getting mated by one of them was perverted enough, but it seemed like his friend was actively going to mount the other. Out of his own free will.

Yet Coatl's wondering was interrupted when he felt the raptor's cool shaft nudge against his slit. Surprisingly gently, at first, and then more insistently, jabbing into his groin and belly as the beast tried to find its mark.

Instinctively, Coatl found himself spreading his legs, allowing the scaly beast access. Behind him, he heard a pleasured grunt – probably as Tiacelel sunk his shaft into the other cold one – but he couldn't turn and look as his own lover suddenly pinned his shoulders down, and then finally, that leaking bestial tip caught on the rim of his puffy slit.

Immediately, it thrust harder with a triumphant squawk, and Coatl's world shattered. It hurt, but not too bad. The most overwhelming feeling was one of stretching as the raptor forced its cock into him, alongside his own soft shaft. He moaned out, pleasure shooting up his spine, and bucked back. Satisfied that its hen had accepted his place, the cold one began to rut, in sharp and jagged thrusts, far faster than the beastmen ever had.

All Coatl could do was moan as he was taken. After a few moments, the penetration grew slicker still as the raptor's warming shaft throbbed and pumped precum into him. Soon – he didn't know exactly how soon – it'd be seeding him, too. The feeling was almost indescribable, as he'd certainly never had another male's cock in his vent, but Coatl found himself yearning, thirsting for the cold one's seed regardless, his body reacting in ways he'd never knew it could, as his inner muscles clenched around the shaft, caressing it, bringing it ever closer to a climax.

Meanwhile Tiacelel was happily rutting into the other raptor. He was barely thinking about anything except the tight, clenching pucker milking his cock. It was all he really needed, in his corrupted lust, and it didn't matter much if that hole belonged to another lizardman or even a simple animal. He only wanted to cum, to spread the taint that'd spread through him. The thought of his cum making the raptor even hornier, even more likely to let other species mount it turned him on something fierce, and he redoubled his efforts, speeding up.

At first, the cold one had clearly been uncomfortable – a virgin, clearly, at least with other males – but it'd quickly adjusted, and now it was chirping and snarling, bracing itself against a tree as Tiacelel did his duty. A quick glance sideways showed his egg-brother being rutted in turn, and despite the unnatural, perverted lust, it felt wonderfully right. Neither of the two really recognized much in the way of inhibitions, anymore. It made his cock jerk, straining against the raptor's ass, and he kept pounding away.

Soon Coatl was moaning. Loud, shameless squeals and groans, each one like an unspoken prayer for his momentary lover to finish, to fill him with its seed. It didn't take long before it happened, either. The beasts had no finesse, no restraint. Its teeth sank into Coatl's shoulder, thankfully not quite penetrating his scales, and it huffed with what Coatl could only understand as pleasure. He clenched harder around its cock, and that was when it happened. He was immediately rewarded by that amazing length pulsating inside him, again and again, and then a spurt of incredible heat deep inside his slit. It made his head swim, scratching some unfamiliar itch as his body drank of the offered seed greedily.

He came, too. As much as he could with his cock still soft. It felt more like an overwhelming, full-body climax than anything he'd felt with the beastmen, each spasm of pleasure leaving him all but breathless, on the verge of passing out as his own cum mingled with the cold one's, only to spill out of his over-stuffed body in thick pearly rivulets. The beast gave a triumphant, ear-splitting roar as it finished pumping its cum into the helpless saurus, as if announcing its dominance to the entire world.

Tiacelel, for his part, only offered a deep, masculine grunt as his orgasm overtook him. That tension – aching, painful to the point of feeling like he'd burst – suddenly dissolved into pleasure, and he followed his instincts and urges, naturally pushing himself as deep as he could under the other raptor's tail. His hands gripped its hips white-knuckle tight, and that new sensation of cumming inside someone – some_thing­ –_ was immediately to his liking, his chest swelling with a prideful dominance and possessiveness as he ensured that each spurt of his seed was deposited where it belonged, where the beast needed it.

With their desires satisfied, though, the cold ones didn't stick around. The one that'd mated with Coatl took a little longer to get going, evidently thoroughly spent, but eventually it stood up on a wobbly pair of legs and wandered off into the jungle with its cum-filled friend in tow.

Coatl, for his part, was suddenly feeling very self-conscious in the brief, post-orgasmic clarity. Looking down, he saw pearly cum oozing from his stretched-out slit. It'd recover, but the truly embarrassing part was how good it felt, and how badly he wanted to slide his fingers in there and just feel the mess, stuffing it deeper into his body. Then again, feeling embarrassment meant that there was still some fragment of his old self within him.

At least he wasn't alone. He walked over to Tiacelel, who was still breathing heavily, resting against a tree, with his cock half-hard. For that brief moment, they could talk almost like they had before.

“I wonder if we'll ever make it back," Coatl asked.

“Who knows," Tiacelel replied with an unbothered grunt. “At least it's not too bad."

“Isn't it? We're just like the beastmen, now. Slaves to chaotic urges and…" he gestured towards the kroxigor's cock. “These."

“Yeah. But it feels good," his friend replied. He wrapped a muscular arm around the saurus and pulled him close. The both of them smelled so strongly of sex both old and recent that they were used to it. Anyone else might've been put off by the intense musk, but to them, it felt almost comforting. Homely, in a way, implying that they were at least in this mess together.

The two of them rested like that for a while, until the lust they both felt began to make itself known yet again, urging them onward. Oddly enough, they didn't, at least not yet, think of the idea of using each other to sate those lusts. It was some kind of bond, almost like they were siblings, that kept even their corrupted bodies from perceiving each other as potential partners. For now, at least. Eventually, that thought would dawn on them both.

“I wonder what we'll run into next. If they'll try to eat us, or…" Coatl murmured, pressing himself against Tiacelel's firm body. There it was again, he recognized, that sticky, almost sweet heat as he imagined what else beasts they encountered might do to them. “Or fuck us," he hissed, voicing those fantasies. His hand was slipping between his thighs already, where his cock was once again emerging, sticky with the seed of the animal that'd had its way with him earlier.

“Hopefully the latter," Tiacelel growled. “Nrf. We have to continue."

He was right, of course, as much as Coatl felt like he needed to rest some more. For every meter they advanced, they walked at least ten, trying to figure out which way to go. Yet there was no confirmation, no guidance from the Old Ones or the Great Plan, if they were successful in navigating. The jungle answered no questions, and the unspoken understanding between the two was that if they got truly lost, that'd be it. They'd wander aimlessly through the Lustrian jungle and eventually die there, barring miraculously reaching a coast or city. And if they did, then they'd merely die somewhere else. Their only hope was to find their way back to Tlaxtlan somehow.

When night fell, it was a mixed blessing. The smothering heat of the jungle died down, yes, and many predators retreated to sleep for the night. Yet others would awaken and prowl, and otherwise avoidable traps like various tentacle-laded plans, some carnivorous and others mere unknown, would become harder to spot. As such, the lizardmen preferred to travel during the day, most of the time.

Yet the dim sunlight that reached the jungle floor was already fading, and after some brief consideration, they decided to press on regardless. At least the darkness would hide them just as well as it'd hide any hungry – or horny – beasts.

Oddly enough, they didn't run into any that night. Instead, something far more interesting awaited them. For once, it was Tiacelel who stopped first, shushing Coatl. He stood perfectly still, the saurus followed suit. He then extended his arm, slowly, towards a faint glint of light in the distance. They couldn't see the source of It, but he was right – the glow of a fire was illuminating the sides of a few of the trees.

“Beastmen?" Coatl wasked.

“Can't smell them," Tiacelel replied in a hushed whisper. “Something else."

Humans and dwarves were a possibility. Though a rare sight, the explorers sometimes penetrated into the jungles in search for artifacts. Sometimes, they got lost there. More likely it would be fellow lizardmen, though they rarely ventured this far from the cities either.

Slowly, the pair approached, taking as much care as they could to not step on any dry branches or undergrowth. There was no activity in the camp, nor was the camp of any significant size. Rather it seemed to be only a few individuals. Soon enough, Coatl could tell what they were, too.

Lizardmen. A group of two – no, three – and all of them asleep. Whatever they were doing here must've exhausted them, Coatl thought at first, before he saw a familiar plant not too far from them. Though its fruits looked tasty, he remembered his fellow guards had talked about it. They induced a deep sleep in any lizardman who ate one. And going by how the three – two saurus, and one skink – were sprawled out, it was obvious enough that they had partaken of it. Perhaps due to desperation. The plants were edible and even nutritious, but due to the other properties, few ever ate them unless there was absolutely no other food available.

The lizardmen themselves were none that Coatl or Tiacelel recognized. Likely ones who had escaped another of the fallen cities. Not corrupted, but also not a danger for the two at the moment.

They looked peaceful, almost. Each of their bodies was scarred, no doubt from living in the jungle for however long it'd been. The fruit, though, had at least granted them rest. For a moment, Coatl could've almost believed he was back on a training exercise with his guard-brethren in Tlaxtlan. That moment was shattered when he noticed that they were naked. Naked and vulnerable.

No. He wasn't that far gone, was he? Mating freely was one thing, but forcing his corruption on slumbering lizardmen – who were just as he had been – was a step beyond that. It was willingly spreading chaos. They'd wake up with thick, hard, eager cocks, equally tempted to continue the cycle once they realized how good it felt.

He wrestled with himself, trying to look away, to keep walking, but his cock had plans of its own, slipping out once again and quickly firming up in anticipation of getting to sink into one of the sleeping lizardmen. Coatl's eyes kept darting to those beautiful holes of theirs, fantasies of how warm and tight they'd feel around him flooding his mind. He had never actually tried that, being on top and being the one doing the rutting, and that left the prospect of indulging ever more intoxicating. Maybe they won't even be corrupted, that perverted inner voice told him. They'll probably never even know. You could just slide in, seed one or two of them, and leave before they wake up.

Gods, did he ever want to. But he couldn't. It was too much.

Next to him, Tiacelel seemed to have the same idea, if not before, then once he saw Coatl's shaft swelling with lust. Unlike the saurus, he didn't seem to be bothered by the morality of it all. Once again Coatl could do nothing but stare, intently, as his egg-brother nudged a sleeping saurus' legs apart and knelt between his legs.

“We shouldn't," Coatl hissed, but the kroxigor wasn't listening. He was obscenely hard again, smearing his copious precum over that almost-hidden pucker and giving affirmative, pleased grunts as he slid the digit inside.

That sparked another unfamiliar emotion in Coatl's mind. Greed, tinged with jealousy. If he didn't take his share, Tiacelel would undoubtedly have his way with all three of them. Then they'd be corrupted just as surely, but he wouldn't even get to feel good. He told himself that he had no choice, despite knowing it was a lie, but already he was squeezing his firm cock eagerly, instinctively stroking it as he watched Tiacelel position himself for mating the as of yet pure saurus. Coatl let out a high-pitched moan. Just the feeling of his scaly hand sliding over firm cockflesh felt amazing. How much better would it be knowing he was safely, snugly inside someone else, feeling their body milk at him and knowing that every spurt would end up deep in their body?

A shiver rocked Coatl's body, and his resistance crumbled as he succumbed to his chaotic desires once again. Ultimate, he was nothing but a slave to those desires, and in a strange and twisted way, it was a comforting thought. He could simply enjoy himself, knowing that he wasn't truly to blame.

He chose the skink, spreading the smaller reptile's legs and pulling his massive tail out of the way. His cock pulsed eagerly as Coatl obeyed it, letting his precum drip onto the skink's tailhole. Though asleep, the nameless lizardman shuddered, as if knowing, subconsciously, that something was wrong. Yet the fruit had him in its grip. He wouldn't wake up no matter how hard Coatl pounded him. He'd simply wake up sore and horny, full of warm cum, likely with a cock of his own.

An exploratory finger pressed against that yielding entrance, working some of his lust into the skink's body. Coatl thought he felt warm, and doubly so when his pucker relaxed enough for his finger to slip inside. The skink was incredibly tight, too, clenching with what Coatl's clouded mind could only interpret as eagerness around his finger. Maybe he even wanted this, blissful and orgasmic relief from the misery of having to survive in this jungle. With his thoughts preoccupied by sex, there'd be no room for those worries. Empty justifications, yes, but in the moment, they felt as convincing as any truth Coatl had ever heard.

Coatl had to have him. He pulled his finger out, clambered on top of the skink, pinning his sprawled-out arms to the ground, and moved his hips. In one lucky motion, his tip kissed that wanting, clenching hole, and the feeling – merely of that brief touch – was all he needed. He thrust a little harder, following the new instincts that he'd been blessed with, and his cock sank into that warm, wonderful body. The pressure inside him seemed to reach a boil almost immediately, an obsessive, feverish lust commanding the saurus to seed his mate. To that end, he began to rock his hips, cautiously at first – the skink merely twitched, breathing a little more heavily – and then faster and faster, ecstasy flooding his senses as the tight ring of muscle massaged every inch of him. Instantly, Coatl was hooked. How could anyone say no to this? No wonder the other races were so obsessed with their sexualities.

For a virgin, or so it would seem, his body was adapting rather eagerly. Coatl wondered, in some recess on his mind, if it was the effect of chaos already beginning to take hold, but truthfully, it was a minute concern in his mind compared to the crushing tightness of pleasure around his rigid shaft. The skink squirmed in his sleep, his breath quickening, but he was nowhere near actually waking up, no matter how roughly he was taken. In fact, his breathing was starting to sound almost like pleasure, too, at least to Coatl's ears.

The pleasure seemed to envelop his entire body once again, his scales tingling with excitement and anticipation, the pressure growing and growing. He throbbed inside the skink, painting his insides with warm, slick precum, and the sensation only grew more consuming. Carelessly, the saurus rutted into him, utterly absorbed into his own pleasure and caring little for anything else.

Tiacelel, too, had managed to spread his dreaming saurus wide enough to mount him, and he and Coatl grunting and groaning as they debased their partners. Once again, they could feel the bond between each other, almost sensing what the other felt, a wonderful moment of unity, if only in the darkest, most perverted and hedonistic sense of the word.

If they had cocks, Coatl would've willingly impaled himself on them. Either his ass or his slit, either one would do. If only they had time to stay until they were thus endowed. Yet the seeds of chaos in both Coatl and Tiacelel, though already blossoming, weren't yet strong enough to immediately cause mutation, he thought. And when these poor lizardmen woke up, they'd likely react violently first.

Then again, what did it matter? The jungle was full of carnal beasts. More and more, that thought seemed more like a faint glimpse of heaven to Coatl, rather than a risk or even a danger. With each thrust, he was surer. Yes, he would let everything here fuck him, if they wanted to. Or fuck them, if they were at least as receptive as the skink beneath him.

His release was sudden, almost violent, and the sensation of the skink's body actively milking him was an alien one. Coatl had orgasmed before, but he was scarcely prepared for how much more intense it was when actively corrupting someone else. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan and dug his claws into the skink's hips, reflexively hilting deep inside of his body. Then, with his entire body shuddering, Coatl came in thick, warm spurts, emptying every drop of himself into the skink. His breath stuttered as he did, with every spasm at the root of his cock, every utterly erotic tensing and relaxing of his body. Like he was losing a part of himself into that warm, tight bliss. He could feel it swirling around the head of his cock, rich and thick, before seeping deeper into the skink.

And then it was over. Just like that. Coatl collapsed on top of the skink he'd just filled, those powerful pulsations fading into weak twitches, and then a fuzzy afterglow. There was some shame in his mind, still, but it mingled with the utter satisfaction, the carnal and tainted urge to breed and corrupt sated and drowning him in endorphins.

Coatl did what any reasonable lizardman would've done; he tried, simply, to not think of what he'd just done, mating with someone entirely unconscious and incapable of consenting. A foul deed, yes, but such was the way of chaos.

Looking over at Tiacelel, the saurus realized his friend had already finished. He wasn't sated, yet, already trying to get the second stranger into position to penetrate him as well, with the first drooling warm cum from his ever so slightly gaped ass.

“Should use his mouth," the kroxigor grunted. He scooped up some of the spent seed from the ass he'd just used – like a toy – and stuffed it into the last of the sleeping lizards. The sight made Coatl's cock spring up again as if he'd never cum, once again inflaming his lust. He didn't need much coaxing or direction. By the time Tiacalel tugged the third's thick tail up, Coatl was already prying his mouth open with cum-soaked fingers.

The unconscious saurus licked them. It was such an innocent and subconscious gesture that Coatl once again almost felt bad, but he was no longer in control any time he got aroused. Just the idea of feeding this one twice the amount of corrupted cum, with Coatl pumping his load directly down his throat, drove him wild. Then again, almost any opportunity to dive deeper into perversion and lust did, now.

He enjoyed, even savored every thrust into that tight throat, delighting even in the wet gurgling sounds as the saurus struggled to breathe, Tiacelel's thrusts knocking the breath out of his resting lungs. Just at the point of climax, as they spitroasted the last of their victims, Coatl happened to look up. His eyes made contact with Tiacelel's, and he saw the pleasure in his eyes mingling with a darker kind of malignant lust. A faint preview of what they'd both become if they followed this path. Nothing more than beasts like the ones who'd corrupted them.

It wasn't enough to actually make Coatl stop rutting the saurus' mouth, though. Nothing would've been. As before, he let that pressure build until he could bear it no longer, and thrust as deep as he could before spilling his seed. What little wasn't deposited directly into his belly, the saurus swallowed in his sleep. Each time he did, Coatl could feel his wet throat squeezing down around his cock. At the same time, he saw Tiacelel shudder as he came again, seeding him from the other end, his long crocodilian mouth lolling open with breathless ectasy.

“We need to- ngh- keep moving," Coatl growled, once his mind was clear enough to think again. His legs didn't want to move, and the sight of the other saurus' lips coated with semen made him want to kiss him rather than march on, but he had precious little other choice.

“Yeah," Tiacelel replied. He wiped his cock clean – as clean as it'd get, anyway – on the stranger's cheeks, pausing for only a moment to admire his work leaking out.

And so, they moved on, leaving the three unfortunate travellers or survivors behind, having mated and seeded each without ever even learning their names, much less gotten consent to do so. The enjoyable buzz of the afterglow quickly faded into frustration as they tried to make their way through dark vegetation, and that frustration in turn blossomed into anger. Each time they succumbed to chaos, all of their emotions seemed to grow more intense and uncontrollable, which worried Coatl.

Once far enough from the other camp, Coatl and Tiacelel set up a “camp" of their own, resting under a fallen tree, using their usual system of one staying awake and guarding the one who slept, alternating every few hours. The next stretch of the journey was unremarkable, with the tracks they were following growing fainter and fainter. So it went; the days and most of the evening spent wandering in that state of mental haze, nights slept away, sometimes entirely separately, other times cuddled up for a brief hour or so before one fell asleep. Even the encounters they had along the way became harder to remember, as many as they were on that endless road. Coatl had vague recollections of getting fucked by some lost beastmen, of himself and Tiacelel taking turns mounting a sabrecat in rut, and so on. A lasting fugue state with moments of wakefulness punctuated by throbs and rutting thrusts.

But there were some events Coatl remembered in vivid detail detail.

They'd happened upon a herd of stegadons. Docile beasts, unless trained for war. In particular, Coatl could recall an almost childish fascination and enchantment once we realized what he was looking at. They'd happened upon a larger clearing, bare of any trees. The ground was lush with flowers and strange grasses flourishing in direct sunlight.

“What is this?" Tiacelel had asked, genuinely confused. “Beastmen?"

“No, the beastmen wouldn't bother. Some kind of animal," Coatl suggested. “Stegadons?"

Stegadons were herbivores, yet heavily armored and with goring horns and club-like tails, perfectly adapted to fend off any predators. They tended to slowly deforest areas they grazed to make more room for the grass they preferred. There was also some element of marking their territory, though the wild ones were calm enough that they rarely if ever attacked unless someone was directly threatening them.

Sure enough, further in the clearing was a small herd them, green and blue scales shining in the sun as they lazily continued eating the grass. In a past life, Coatl would've been content to merely watch them, or perhaps he'd have tried to tame one to lead it to Tlaxtlan for future use in war.

Instead, all his tainted mind could think of was how the enormous animals surely had enormous cocks, too. How much they'd cum. Enough, surely, to coat him head to toe in that musky, wonderful warmth.

At some point it'd started to feel natural. Being attracted to anything that moved. They approached the herd, and the herd didn't care. Two lizardmen – even if one of them was a kroxigor – had little chance of doing serious harm to any of them, at least not before they got trampled. There was a homely, primitive scent to them, too. A spicy musk of sorts. All of them seemed to smell distinctly male, which suggested that the males and females perhaps kept to each other until mating season began.

Poor beasts, that dark voice in Coatl's head had told him. They must be so pent up, lacking any females to empty their balls into.

I should help, it added.

And certainly, why not? Coatl had little in the way of self-respect left. He had stopped resisting the urges sometime after forcibly rutting the sleeping skink, a few days ago. He approached one of the stegadons slowly, making sure that it could see him approach. Sure enough, it didn't mind his presence, giving the saurus an idle snort in response and then returning to munching on the grass.

Coatl had an idea. He swiped up some of the cum his slippery cock was covered in, and slowly reached to smear it over the stegadon's nostrils.

At first, it didn't react at all. Then, it snorted again, its enormous nostrils flaring as it took in the musky scent. It shifted, as if uncomfortable, but then its tongue reached out to lap up the slime on its nose. Coatl walked around it, eager to see if he'd had any effect, and his jaw dropped at the sight of its massive cock slowly sliding hardening beneath its hindquarters. It was thick, veiny, with a flared tip like an equine. Far too big for him to take, chaos or not, but the view was hot enough to the corrupted saurus that he had to at least have a taste.

He knelt, crawling under the stegadon. As if it knew what he was planning it, it widened its stance ever so slightly, allowing the lust-stricken lizardman access to its cock. Coatl's mouth watered as he approached it, the bestial musk of it like ambrosia to his nose. He could feel heat radiating from that masculine pole of meat, too, as the tainted lust took hold of the beast.

Coatl stuck his tongue out, lapping over the flared heat. The stegadon gave a deep rumble and its cock twitched in response, so Coatl decided to put in more effort. He wrapped his hands around the stegadon's maleness, needing both of them to reach around the full girth, enjoying the way it strained and pulsed against his palms.

Oh yes. He'd worship this beautiful animal and its cock. His tongue slipped wetly over the cumslit at the very tip, really taking in the smell and feeling his own, smaller, cock twitch with jealous excitement. Maybe if he dove deep enough into corruption he'd be hung like that too, obscenely large and impossible to not notice for anyone who saw him.

Coatl began to adoringly caress its shaft, grasping it tightly and pumping up and down every delicious inch of it, stroking over every vein, squeezing lovingly around the median ring, and then, stretching his jaws as wide open as they could stretch, engulfing the bloated tip into his mouth. The sensation of wet warmth around it made the beast's hips buck, almost choking Coatl as the cock thrust deeper into his mouth, but he managed to fight to keep breathing through his nose. Immediately, he was rewarded by a strong spurt of salty, warm precum flooding his mouth.

It was surprisingly hard work. Almost a full body workout, but one that Coatl put in the effort for eagerly. He kept worshipping the beast's huge cock with his fingers and palms, his lips and tongue, every motion utterly adoring and wanton. For that moment, his whole world was that cock, lazily pulsating between his stretched-taut lips.

All good things had to come to an end, of course, but at least this one ended explosively. Coatl had no time to react as the stegadon's cock suddenly jerked and shot a massive rope of cum against the back of his throat. It was like a pressure hose, giving him no choice but to swallow. He did so happily, as much as he could, in greedy mouthfuls, but there was too much for just him, that wonderful, warm load having been intended to breed a beast several times his size. He felt blessed to receive it, though, knowing it wasn't meant for him but he'd earned it regardless by making the mindless beast above him feel good enough. It kept cumming, too, even as the backwash of warm seed spilled from the corners of his mouth, bathing his chest, groin and legs in masculine warmth.

Eventually the flow ebbed, and the stegadon took a few steps backwards, sated for now. Yet others were looking at him, with something akin to expectation in their eyes. Coatl got to work, only vaguely aware of how Tiacelel was taking turns mounting those of the beasts that were willing, at least after he applied some of his tainted charms.

At the end of the day, Coatl was covered head to toe in cum, some dry and some still wet, and he felt wonderfully filthy, like this was how he'd always been meant to be. His belly was bulging with the sheer volume that he'd swallowed, too, and he knew it'd be enough to keep him going for a while. That night, the two of them slept among the stegadons, who didn't mind – or perhaps even appreciated – their presence thanks to the pleasure they'd received. Safe and sound, it was the best night's sleep they'd had since the beastmen fell upon Tlaxtlan.

The next morning they bid their new friends goodbye and soldiered onwards through the jungle. By now, there were no traces left, but the clearing had allowed them to reorient their path by the sun, moon, and stars, and as such Coatl was relatively sure they were going the right way.

But what would they even do when they arrived? If the city had truly fallen in its entirety, he supposed, it'd be an orgy until they eventually passed way. That thought was exciting, but not without a certain bittersweet sting to it. The other option was that the slann had managed to fight back the corruption, and he'd be purified too. The thought of losing out on all the wonders of sexuality again terrified Coatl, and he wasn't sure if he even wanted it. Yet surely there was some kind of average between mindless hedonism and being an entirely sexless cog in the machine?

They'd simply have to keep moving and find out, through an increasingly swampy jungle, as best as they could. For a few days, they met nothing living at all, except for the natural flora of the jungle. This section, damper than most and warm enough that the lizardmen had to stop frequently to cool down as best they could, seemed to be home to all kinds of exotic plants. None carnivorous, and few toxic, but regardless, seeing the endless strange flowers in a vivid rainbow of colors was a feast for the eyes.

Eventually they came across one that was much larger than the rest. A crown of petals adorned a bulbous central stem, with thick purple and green vines covering the ground around it. It sparked some kind of memory in Coatl. He'd heard about this plant. What was it? A Devouring Plant? No, it seemed to lack any kind of teeth or spikes to pacify prey with. No, this was…

A vineflower! They were an odd species of plant. Many of the same genus were carnivorous, but the vineflower had chosen a different evolutionary strategy. It would lure in living mammals and reptiles, trap them, and then milk them, feeding off their fluids and then letting the victim go. This was, for all intents and purposes, a rather pleasurable experience, or so Coatl had heard. Enough so that the plant's “lovers" would often return to it afterwards, guaranteeing that it would get enough sustenance, unlike its carnivorous cousins. The lesser species – apemen, pygmies, and others – would even form minor cults around the plants, dedicating their lives to feeding them. No doubt that any corrupted lizardman unguided by the slann would be susceptible too.

The reasonable course of action, then, was to give any vineflower a wide berth, unless one had the inclination to spend a few hours getting drained by the plant's tentacle-like namesake vines and suckers. It was easy enough; they had limited reach, and other than the vaguely alluring scent, they had no way of attracting anything to themselves.

Easy enough, that was, assuming that the potential victim wasn't already touched by the lustier side of chaos, their mind preoccupied by thoughts of mating even without such an exciting offer.

“Should we?" Tiacelel asked. He grumbled to himself.

“Maybe," replied Coatl. “It'll trap us for hours. We'll get thirsty and hungry, but we should be fine…"

The most irrational part wasn't considering the consequences. It was that he felt tempted to deliberately let the plant ensnare him to begin with. As if sensing their presence, though, the vineflower's tentacles slowly stirred, inching towards the pair. Their movements were sluggish in the morning chill, but if allowed to reach a victim, they'd still be strong enough to prevent any chance of escape – barring swords that the two didn't possess – until it'd had its fill.

And as expected, as typical at this point, Coatl felt his cock stir again. He inhaled the sweet, honeyed flower-fragrance, and it seemed to grow more intense, more interesting with each breath he took. He was self-aware enough to recognize it as a primitive lure, one that no self-respecting lizardman should fall for. Typically, his kind didn't even have the cocks or the kind of fluids that the plant wanted. Mm. It does smell good, though. Maybe I'll just…

Every time he breathed in, he seemed to forget what he'd been thinking about. At least the flower was pretty enough to look at. The little vines were just about touching his feet, now, and that didn't feel too unpleasant. The head of one slowly opened up like a smaller flower, the inside a fleshy pink, dripping with some kind of clear sap. It snaked up Coatl's legs, coiling around him leisurely. Clearly, it was harmless. No, wait-

The vine around his leg tightened suddenly, and yanked. He saw Tiacelel lose his footing as well, and before he knew it the plant was reeling them in with surprising, unyielding strength across the muddy ground. More vines sprouted from the ground, coiling around their arms and neck, squeezing just tightly enough to leave the lizardmen weak, until they were right next to the central, scarlet-red flower. Once again, the smell really hit Coatl's nostrils, and he shuddered – faintly thinking about trying to squirm free – but then that open tentacle dove down onto his cock, expertly starting to suckle on his length, knowing exactly what to do to make him cum as fast as possible.

That wasn't all it did, though. Another tentacle was already nudging under his tail, and another at his mouth. The moment he first moaned with the intense, pulsating suction around his throbbing cock, it slipped into his mouth. The surface was rubbery, easily resisting his teeth, and it forced its way down his throat. Something warm and sweet seemed to ooze from the length. An aphrodisiac? Nutrients to ensure that he wouldn't die while it fed on him, maybe.

Either way, his ass was more accommodating. With how many times he'd gotten mounted in the last few days, it didn't take too much force for the vine to force its way into his body. Soon enough the slick vine was pushing into him with ease, firmly grinding over his prostate.

Tiacelel was in a similar predicament. Kind of, at least. He was too big for the plant to pull, so he had obligingly walked right up to the central flower and laid down once he saw what it was doing to his friend. Seeing that this one was entirely willing, the plant was only leisurely binding his legs, seeming to put more effort into maximizing his pleasure rather than the frenzied milking it was giving Coatl, who it thought would escape. One of the tentacles was already sucking on his cock, another pushing into his slit in search for more fluids – and Tiacelel was moaning with passion at the feeling of it – while another two were inside his mouth and ass respectively.

It wasn't long before they were both cumming, ecstatically offering their seed to the plant, which suctioned away every drop for sustenance. Yet, the plant knew that no species of male was empty after only one orgasm, and so it kept at it, rougher now, the slick inner walls of its tentacles squeezing the lizardmen's cocks as it forced them towards another massive orgasm. Coatl was thrashing, having underestimated just how intense the experience would be, moaning and groaning in helpless, blinding pleasure.

There was also something even stranger about it. He felt incredibly full, and not just with the tentacles. The stuff the vines kept spurting into him must have been some kind of aphrodisiac to put his body into overdrive. There was no other explanation for how he was feeling, how he still had the energy to keep bucking and thrusting despite just having orgasmed. Together with the chaos simmering within him, it was a heady cocktail, leaving Coatl feeling like he could mount the entire world – or have the world mount him.

The world faded away into that sensation. Then, what felt like hours later, he awoke, discarded next to the sated plant, alongside the kroxigor. At first, the world was a pleasant, comforting darkness. Then, he began to grow aware of how incredibly drained he felt. A sore ache enveloped his whole lower body, and his pucker felt loose and slippery. The moment he could open his eyes, he dove for the nearest pool of water and drank as much as he could, immediately beginning to feel better. Just how long had the vineflower milked them?

It was hard to tell, with no real measure of the passing of time. It might've been a few hours, or “today" could actually be tomorrow, if it'd held them for longer. It certainly felt as if it had, going by how dehydrated Coatl was feeling.

He was soon joined at the pool by Tiacelel. For the moment, the two of them were utterly spent, and thus free to act like their old selves.

“Are you feeling alright?" the kroxigor asked, before dipping his entire head in the pool to drink.

Coatl thought about it for a while, before responding. He stood up again, trying to get his bearings. The plant had made quite a mess, and it was mostly on the side they'd arrived from, so he still knew, roughly, which way to go.

“I'm… OK, I think. Are you?" he asked in return.

“Yes. Just sore. We should keep moving," Tiacelel replied. “Before it wakes up again. I don't think we'd survive another round," he added, stretching his bulky form. With the lust banished for a moment, he was once again showing clear concern for his egg-brother, which warmed Coatl's heart.

A few hours later, Coatl was nauseous again. He paused, clutching at his stomach, and then a realization that was simultaneously terrifying and exciting dawned on him. Around his hands, he could feel a small bump in his stomach. Several small bumps. Eggs.

He had no idea what had done the job. Nor was he aware that he could get pregnant, but it didn't surprise him, either. The endless mutations of chaos made such an outcome entirely possible. It'd be a while before he had to lay, at least. Not before he arrived back in Tlaxtlan. Of course, he'd end up getting fertilized again and again if the city was still corrupted, but somehow that seemed like a distant and unimportant worry.

Tiacelel showed no such signs. Maybe the mutation hadn't made him strangely fertile. Or… Coatl thought back on what they'd done. He was the only one who had gotten his slit used by a male – the cold one at the very beginning of their journey – and he'd also fingered some cum into it later on, from the stegadons. If that was it, he was pregnant with a half-feral hybrid; a thought that made his head spin. Yet the more he thought about it the more exciting the whole idea seemed, with what a perversion of his nature it was. Not only was he chaotic, something lizardmen were never meant to be, but he was male, and on top of all that, he'd been impregnated by some non-sapient animal.

The kroxigor did show a keen interest though, once Coatl had explained to him what was going on, but there was a kind of jealousy in his expression. Maybe he felt that he should've been the one to breed the saurus? If so, Coatl would make sure he got his opportunity. The tingles of desire were starting to run through him again, though not yet at their full force. Thus, making good time, they pressed on. There was nothing else to do.

Gods. Tlaxtlan couldn't be far away now, so the saurus managed to resist his lust. Just a few more miles, surely. He was beginning to recognize his surroundings, and the foliage looked just like it had near the city, or so he thought.

Indeed, after a few more moments of unbearable anticipation, with Coatl's and Tiacelel's hands both occasionally sneaking to rub his slowly growing belly, it was unmistakable. There, in the distance, they could see the temple-city's pyramids stretch above the thinning canopy.

They had, after all these days, arrived back home.

Yet that homecoming was a bittersweet feeling. When the two reached the city limits, they realized it was, indeed, still corrupted. The gates the beastmen had broken through hadn't been repaired. The pounding of hammers and marching of hundreds of guards was absent. Instead, they only heard a faint, distant moaning, a chorus of dozens of lusty voices. That part, at least, was something to look forward to. Coatl and Tiacelel pressed on, the last few hundred meters of their journey, until they happened upon the first writhing, ecstatic orgy of their kin.

How long had they been here, taking turns fucking each other, pausing only to plunder the city's dwindling food supplies? Coatl recognized Ixtli, currently buried to the hilt underneath a happily moaning skink's tail, thrusting with gruff, masculine expertise. There was that blacksmith, too, the one he'd seen teaching Tiacelel what he needed to know about smithing, currently servicing another kroxigor with his mouth. A few of his fellow guards, too, all too busy in their pleasured haze to do their job. Unless a miracle happened, this was how it'd all end. Not with a bang, not even with a whimper, but a dissolute moan as the city – and the world – fell into ruin around their orgiastic revelry.

They'd welcomed a dragon to the city, too. A colossal, black-scaled beast with long, curved horns. Currently, it was simply laying there, next to the orgy, though with a massive erection of its own. Coatl hadn't even known dragons existed in Lustria, though he'd heard rumors of them. Here one was, now, drawn in by the scents and promises of fallen Tlaxtlan.

Next to the dragon, someone had drawn the symbol of Slaanesh, inexpertly and with that seemed like cum, on the wall. Already, they were turning to worshipping the dark gods of chaos, it seemed, just to feel more. It was always more. Maybe the dragon was even teaching them how, making sure every little moan was like a hoarse prayer to the dark prince. Coatl almost regained control of himself at that troubling realization, but no. He wasn't far enough gone to actively worship chaos yet, but he was close. Too close to turn back, especially with the beautiful mass of squirming, thrusting, fucking bodies, each with their own magnificent cock, beckoning him to join them in shuddering, mindless ecstasy.

Yet he stood there frozen, once more locked in some internal conflict between the overwhelming corruption and the last few vestiges of his sane mind. Until they noticed him.

It was Itxli, his mentor, who turned his head first. A heated, almost predatory grin spread across his panting muzzle.

“There you are. I was starting to think I'd never see you again- rrgh!" he spoke, and then thrust into the skink hard enough to make the smaller reptile collapse onto the street, into a puddle of his own cum. Coatl saw Ixtli's cock twitch several times in rapid succession, and that sight made him want the same in turn.

Ixtli was in no hurry, though. He beckoned for Coatl to come closer, and Coatl obeyed.

“I know- ngh, gods he's milking me- I know I told you about the dangers of chaos, yes?" he asked, rocking his hips slowly to squeeze every drop of his seed into the skink. “I've since realized I was wrong."

Coatl shook his head. “No, but you weren't, it is addictive and…"

“Addictive, yes," Ixtli murmured. “But nothing that feels this good could be wrong. I think it's time for me to teach you something more. Not that you haven't had plenty of experience, my son," he added, emphasizing that last word as if the two were related. “You reek of sex. But I've been wanting a younger lizard to tend to my cock."

“Kneel," he spoked, pulling out of the skink with a wet slurp before standing up, his cock dripping with his cum, and the cum of whoever had cum inside the skink before. Probably half of Tlaxtlan.

Coatl knelt. He saw the dragon stir from the corner of his eye, the great beast eyeing the newcomers with undeniable interest, and perhaps hunger. Yet to that enormous drake, Coatl was only a morsel. Instead, its attention fell on TIacelel. Even the mighty kroxigor was small in comparison to the dragon, but at least he was big enough. It then looked at Ixtli, as if seeing if the most dominant of the corrupted had any opinions on how they'd divide the new arrivals between the two of them. Ixtli nodded in unspoken agreement. He'd get to enjoy Coatl, and the dragon would get Tiacelel.

The blacksmith, with cum dripping from the corners of his mouth once he'd finished blowing one of his older apprentices, stood up as well, reacting slowly to their arrival. There was a glimmer of recognition on his eyes as he looked at Tiacelel, and he nodded towards the dragon. This was, Coatl thought, the first time he ever saw the kroxigor blush.

Ixtli approached him, though, and let his well-used cock flop stiffly onto Coatl's snout. The unwashed sexual musk of it was intense, enough to make Coatl's eyes tear, and yet somehow just as alluring – no, more alluring – than the plant's fragrant lure had been.

“Mh. A better lesson than what we did before," Ixtli rumbled. “Would be how to properly worship your superiors. Show me what you can do."

At least his mentor-like attitude was intact, even if it'd been refocused from ensuring Coatl's well-being to something distinctly more carnal and needy. More… paternal, perhaps, in a perverted way.

Coatl opened his maw with a warm huff, accepting Ixtli's length into his mouth. Immediately, the older saurus grabbed the back of his head, gently but firmly, and pulled him deeper onto it. “There you go. You've had a chance to practice this with the beastmen, haven't you?" he asked, and Coatl responded with an affirmative mmph around his girth.

Tiacelel and his blacksmith mentor were both already lavishing the dragon with their attentions. Owning to his bigger size, Tiacelel hadn't had as much opportunity to serve others as Coatl had, but the dragon was letting him catch up on that.

“Under my tail. Deep. I already had a few of them mount me," the dragon ordered. “Clean me. And you, blacksmith – attend to my cock."

Not needing to be told twice, Tiacelel stuck his long snout under the dragon's tail. Indeed, he could tell from the thick smell of cum, the dragon was no stranger to letting others mount him either. Perhaps it was a form of worship for the great beast, having lesser males offer their seed to him. Or maybe he simply liked having smaller males rutting him. Either way, it wasn't for a mere kroxigor to worry about. Listening to the slurping of Coatl sucking Ixtli's shaft, he gave the dragon some oral attention of his own in the form of deep, probing licks into his cum-filled ass. The taste was incredible, the spicy draconic musk mingling with the taste of cum from so many of the city's inhabitants. A deep rumble resonated in the dragon's belly and chest in turn, affirming that he was doing well, and so his tongue delved deeper, scooping out globs of warm, spent seed.

The dragon's slit was also dripping with cum, around his erect and ridged shaft. Every now and then, Tiacelel sampled that was well, forcing his tongue as deep into his vent as he could, making sure none of the tainted seed remained.

“Once you're done cleaning me, I want you to mate with me also- rrf!" the dragon spoke, and then growled as the blacksmith's mouth wrapped around his throbbing length. He stretched out, raising his hindquarters and presenting himself for mating, just low enough to the ground that the two kroxigors could reach him despite his height.

Coatl was laying on his back with his legs spread, offering his slit for his mentor. Once again, despite his arousal, his cock was going soft, instinctively making space for the older male to use. With a growl, Ixtli grabbed his legs and hoisted them over his shoulders before driving his cock into Coatl's well-used body in one smooth motion.

“There. Feels so much better to surrender than to just keep fighting, doesn't it?" Ixtli snarled. “Like your body was made to take cock, you young slut."

The abrasiveness was something he'd developed after his corruption. Perhaps it was years of being frustrated with new spawns and having to train them, bubbling to the surface now that his inhibitions were erased.

“Okay. Your first real lesson. Your role is satisfying the other guards, and especially me…" Ixtli huffed. Degrading, yes – but his words seemed to sear into Coatl's very soul. His mentor was right, he was always right. Not that Coatl hadn't realized that he was made to serve, just like the Great Plan intended, but having someone he looked up to confirm it like that made it all the more real. Once again, he was soon moaning out loud in tune with Ixtli's thrusts, along with everyone else in the orgy. Along with the dragon's deep grunts and groans.

Tiacelel had moved behind it. He looked almost comically small compared to the dragon's bulky form, but from how the beast hissed and snarled, claws digging into the tiled streets, he was doing something right, at least, pumping his swollen cock into its ass.

While that orgy was going on outside, the returning two lizardmen welcomed as new kinds of brothers, the slann were working in the spawning pools. A total reversal and purification wouldn't be possible, but perhaps – if the Great Plan included it – those tainted desires could be tempered.

“As uncorrupted humans," the oldest of them hissed. “Not perfect, but none of us can be perfect while we wait for the return of the Old Ones."

“Yes. It may be the best we can hope for. Carnal, but not chaotic," another replied. He dipped a webbed, amphibious hand into the pool, and it briefly glowed a vibrant, geometric blue, the surface crystallizing into a liquid lattice of sorts.

“If struck by a plague," the older continued. “The best one can hope is to survive and continue working towards their goals. Even if…" he paused, squinting towards the pool. His body seemed to ripple with exertion. “…disfigured."

“Yes, yes," the other croaked, joining the older on the pool's edge. He reached into the waters as well. “The humans and dwarves fight chaos. Even if tainted and imperfect. As can we…"

The hum of magic filled the pools, resonating through the very foundations of the city, and this time – luckily, for the slann – nobody was aware of it, preoccupied by their mindless orgy. At least, not yet. But the corruption had already soaked deep into the inhabitants, and success was no guarantee. Still, they had to try, as the only alternative was, to the mage-priests, damnation worse than death itself.

Whatever their plan, it was, at least, not quick enough to immediately end the orgy outside.

“Rgh, there. Take every damn drop," Ixtli growled, thrusting as deep as he could into Coatl's body, and then filling him with spurt after spurt of his warm seed. “You'll be a good breeder yet."

Did Ixtli know that Coatl could get pregnant now? And was he deliberately trying to breed him? Gods, just the idea was- it was incredibly hot- nngh!

Coatl shuddered as he came, and just like last time when his slit was being used, it was in a weak, gushing dribbles that mostly mixed with the rich, dominant, wonderful cum that Ixtli was pumping into him. Yet despite that, it felt amazing, leaving his entire body tingling with each spasm, barely giving him enough time to breathe.

At the same time, Tiacelel reached his peak and filled the dragon with his cum in turn. No doubt too little for the dragon to actually feel, but perhaps it was a mental thing; as soon as he felt the kroxigor throb, he came too, painting the other lizardman – the one worshipping his cock – with thick ropes of cum, to the tone of an ear-splitting roar of joy, a jet of fire erupting from his maw in the throes of that orgasm.

And so it went. Unaware of the slann's plans, the orgy continued, with no end in sight, each one freely sharing their cocks, asses, and most importantly, their cum, for what the participants, now utterly lost to pleasure, hoped would be forever.