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Ah, there's not a better time for a mushroom hunt than during the season's first rainfall. The earth is moist and filled with nutrients, giving the fungus a light and tasty shine. To leave them on the ground after the rain is considered taboo, so you must collect them immediately. Amelia knew the rules, and this day, she didn't want to wait any longer. Despite its importance, all other days of cloudy weather were annoying and miserable.

They are worth the trouble, she thought.

The female Iksar, also known as lizardfolk, wore practically nothing but a leather loincloth and breast band over her compact bosom. Her green scales had a healthy glow, like her golden eyes, although they did little to hide the scars left on her by her early life. Outdoors in the harsh wildlands was where she lived, finding shelter between the trees and avoiding unnecessary fights. Amilea's journey to find one particular patch of shrooms was shorter than most. It was only a few yards away from her hidden home, near a huge oak tree and rocky outcrop. An even thicker forest lay behind it, where danger was more probable.

As a wise soul, she decided the border was the safest, and enough for any lone individual. The surrounding streams, tall grass, and thorny bushes were helpful camouflage. A drizzle has started to fall and there was no doubt the spores would soon spring from their stems. With a sharp tail, she easily plucked each luminous piece, filling her tiny pouch. Just as Amelia was ready to leave, thunder boomed. The sky didn't delay to lighten up with numerous flashes. Between the frightening scenery and the constant sprinkling, it was the perfect time to call it a night.

With a gasp, a large furry hand held her snout and kept her movements still. Fear gripped her heart, yet this adrenaline was not entirely an unwelcome sensation. Admitting defeat was still necessary. Being inexperienced, her chances for a victory were slim. Under the same moon, the figure of a greyish wolf stood as proud as a juggernaut.

"Don't move a muscle." the beast snarled. By all respects, it spoke intelligently. "Don't have a reason to hurt ya."

He wore old, primitive clothing such as a choker and loincloth. Amelia could see now that his body was muscular and covered in thick soft hairs. Another flash, and in the bright moment, revealed the color blue. She noticed a mane of plumage, that fanned backward and branched at the end. However, the dizzying experience wasn't worth ruining her vision, so she quickly closed her eyes. Then she felt something tight around her wrists, causing a numb pulse to radiate up to the elbows. The beast tied them up behind her back. What a sudden and impressive restraint.

"Let's see here..."

He towered before her, eyeing down, checking every inch of her scale-covered slim body. But judging by his indifferent expression, he must not have been pleased. At last, his judgment fell upon the single item. He growled, disapprovingly.

"Tsk, not even an armor... Where did you come from, anyway?"

The lizard girl kept silent, glaring directly at his face. Not so much defiance, but annoyance. Why wouldn't he just go away? She had no interest in participating in the conflict. In retaliation, the wolf brought his paw closer to her chest, with malicious intent. The female shivered, ready for anything at that point. She glanced, seeing him yanking her metal ring, audibly tearing her leather band and revealing a quite small bosom she was so proud of. But the beast, not so much.

"You won't be needing this. Not that you needed it anyway." The wolf snarled, tossing away the cloth along with her pouch. Several luminous mushrooms scattered. "Mhm, ain't bad, I suppose. For an Iksar."

'Why, you! Who do you think you are!?" the female struggled with her ties until she nearly collapsed on her knees. Saved by her captor's quick reflexes, he caught her and lifted her straight up, staring intently at her face. Now, their jaws and noses were almost touching. Amelia had no doubt now. Blue is beautiful. And this color, especially, suited him.

"The name's Rasmus. As far as what I want with yah, it is simple. Don't deserve any punishment. Just don't watch running off and escape. Maybe stealin' some of your fungi, as a thank you for tryin'." His breath, strangely odorless, and his sharp toothy smile, told a tale of his wild demeanor. The wolf forced her to kneel again, before reaching towards her loincloth.

"Here, you won't need this either. Good girls don't wear any clothing after all." The lizard stiffened, too startled to react while feeling the piece of leather slowly lowered, eventually landing on the wet grass. Her skinny, smooth vulva was now exposed. Instinctively, her tail had curled tightly around her waist. Only when she was satisfied the situation calmed, did the lizard's tail loosen and let her vaginal area free. Rasmus gave a smirk, his paws lingering over her thighs, moving carefully up. Feeling ticklish, her slit twitched, sending tiny shocks of electricity through her spine. He licked his lips. His fur did a terrific job keeping her warm. Rain dropped, between her tiny mounds, down her stomach, and between her private parts. The beast forced her to lie on her back.

Without a word, he firmly pressed his paws against her tights, spreading her apart to fully expose her wide petals. Using his fingers, the wolf trailed upwards, avoiding contact near her hardening clit. Despite being a virgin, she was already getting excited. Amelia only whimpered. Somehow, he managed to undress her and, possibly, ruined any chance of having a successful escape.

"Such a pretty little thing, hiding in the grass." He said, his muzzle sniffing her inner thigh. "Ah, to touch. To taste. What a pleasure. All mine."

She closed her eyes shut. No, no, no, this is all wrong. A woman without her honor, tied and naked in the cold and rain. This was truly scary. Whatever a man does, it's out of a woman's control. Unless they were married, that is. The rule had not become her problem yet, since no one wanted to marry her ever since. Even more tender this time, his hands caressed the entire length of her swollen sensitive split. Amelia's struggles weakened. Her resistance was faltering. His claw was so close, that Amelia could almost feel it. But then, he suddenly stopped. Was it just a tease? And why does she feel so disappointed? The big guy, despite his appearance, was very polite. She shook her head. Why was she even thinking about the quality of the same man who captured and humiliated her?

When opening her eyes, her vision was dizzy and unfocused. She felt slow, tired, and barely lucid. Numerous mushrooms were visible nearby, which she speculated were their true colors instead of the dim red and green shades she witnessed. So, this is how he was going to win her over, making her docile? Again, he started to fondle her labia, squishing, and flapping, purposely to make her moan. With another paw, he fondled her bosom, even if he insulted it, and was already causing an erect sensation. Poor sweet thing was helpless. And aroused.

The wolf looked all over her breasts. They were so small and inexperienced, though her nipples were cute enough. With some effort, both her tits fit within his paw. One more gentle squeeze made the bound female holler. A sudden chill reminded her of the fur around her wrists, and her immobility, her cheeks flushed even redder. There wasn't a way to calm herself down. This was everything new to her. Why did this male show this sudden desire anyway? So far, he said he wouldn't hurt her. Why not untie her and just fiddle her up as he wished? With a tight hold of her hip, his rough fingers scratched her hairless netherhole. Amelia felt her body becoming hotter and soon her fluids were gushing down to her vulva.

Despite the awful weather, he wasn't the least bothered, showing off a certain confidence. With his tongue, he lapped her chest and cupped his mouth over a breast. Tasting a nipple, his heavy breaths were a sign of affection as he sucked lightly. Both fangs pressed over the bud, letting the girl inhale sharply. Seeing her legs shiver, the wolf grew worried about her condition. Some moisture remained between her folds, courtesy of her secretions. Seeing it, the wolf returned to sit between her thighs, observing his slim prey. Her petals seemed like a tasty plump fruit, glowing their reddish hue. An aroma he quickly recognized, as lust.

"Let's look inside, shall we?" his hand circled her entrance, the crescents of his fingers applying slight pressure on her rim. He began to insert his middle finger deep, very gently, and the deeper he went, the more her walls swelled. There was a light pink spot, glistening and pulsating, constantly constricting, where he stopped, pulled out, and slid back in. His thumb never left her folds, rubbing the upper ridges. "It is quite a lovely sight. Your nectar is also delicious. No wonder you were smelling for a partner."

With these words, he unceremonial grasped both petals and yanked them open, making her pelvis jolt forward. Her pussy was now fully engorged, her flower was beautifully displayed. The wolf made sure to look all over it.

"Nuh-wh-... Y-You sc-scoundrel!!!" The trapped Iksar wiggled to free herself, protesting and slandering every piece of his being. Nothing else came after, as her strength faded. Not until Rasmus interrupted.

"Be quiet."

Only now she glanced in his direction. The wolf's nose was twitching, and he wore a half-lidded visage, expressing that something was bothering him. With her lips sealed, she focused only on listening. Oh, the rain. It did not stop the whole time. It will get heavier soon. Drops struck her scales, sliding with no issue. The wolf's thick plumage appeared to be doing a good job, though some wet hairs were clinging to his fur. He was focused on the delicious body part before his eyes.

Rasmus took note of the moist, pale pink walls. The warm, narrow cavern, the tender, swollen flesh, and velvety nerves. Delightfully slick due to her previous secretion. It was there he wondered if all would go well. The tiny clit with erect hood. Vulva and channel dripping with self-produced lubrication. He had no choice but to test her, feeling generous and slightly mischievous.

He was moving his digits firmly on her entrance. Still, no reply from his captive, although at least she relaxed. She was trying so hard not to betray her masochistic tendencies. His ears flicked, and he found a suitable rhythm. The digit in charge curved downwards, carefully pinching the hardened little root. Amelia abruptly reacted, losing control of her voice. He was brushing and flicking her pearl, yet the sensations were intense for the girl. Leaving his second to hover over her mons, each palm enveloped and rubbed, creating steam and friction heat. Even his wrists contributed to the masturbation.

She was doing her best not to plead. Anything to discourage the one responsible for putting her life in such a lewd position. Could he care? His moves were certainly smooth, but wasn't making eye contact. Not even one sound. Then, a grunt. Amelia realized that his actions had her breathing too deeply, too excitedly, that her moans had quietly gotten out of hand. He noticed that too, a chuckle escaping. To him, this only meant she was getting close. Let her feel ashamed.

"I see... you like it..." the wolf said, slowly circling his finger on her erogenous bead. "You're a wonderful creature."

Feeling the area between her inner folds tickling, a fluid gathered and seeped outside. His teasing was relentless, yet it felt nice. No, she thought, this is your fault. You enjoyed it a little too much, just so he could tell. One moment, he pushed in, tilting his knuckles to scrape the roof. The next, the fingertips crawled, scratching with their points, coaxing every ridge and corner. The female shuddered. A minute later, and again his palms gently swirled, fondling her intimacy and warming her up. Amelia couldn't think straight. Those insufferable tortures would soon break her. His advances were working, but her womanhood betrayed her, proving ready to give him everything he desired. So wet and sweaty and horny she was, his penetration would be nothing.

His snout brushed through her stomach and lower, leaving bites and kissing at her hips and waist. Every muscle in his arms was a tight line. Until at last, Rasmus gave up. She would not scream, she would not beg, no matter what.

"You need this, don't ya. Probably planned all along."

Of course not, her mind called, absolutely appalled. Yet, the truth was otherwise. She didn't believe those creatures should enjoy themselves, not ever. It was only seen as a duty, at the right time, and done. Alas, some were left pained. Others were broken. On rare occasions, happy. Towering over her, Rasmus's paws rose to cup either side of Amelia's face.

"Open wide." she dared to defy him. Expecting his hot, girthy dick, she was surprised at the wet digits pushing past her teeth. The flavor and stickiness of her juices struck her tastebuds, and Rasmus would occasionally rub his stained pad over her palate. Before long, the wolf was practically swirling his paws inside Amelia's maw. Gagging, she struggled as the sensation continued to permeate. When satisfied, he removed the paws from her mouth, the white, silky trails stretching and breaking apart.

"See? That's how you taste. Pretty good, don't you agree?"

At first, the licking left her a bit freaked. Seconds after, she had been sucking herself, and ultimately, wanting more. Too focused on her own private, more so her own selfish needs. She had forgotten the fact that this was an experience they were sharing, and he was willingly catering to her carnal desires. As she was distracted, now the wolf did find an opportunity to attack once again, but not before making other observations. With sheer curiosity, the wolf watched her clit poke out, poking at his nose, throbbing, and bouncing as he spread her labia. Her folds were thicker, her slit was wetter.

Now would mark his turning point, the wolf settled on her mound, his paws finally exposing her bare skin. He would not dare hurt her. All he wanted was a good start. Moving his paw to support her thigh, the other returned to her now dripping entrance. Not a moment spent, his paw attacked. Now no longer curious, but eager. Fingers thrust while his thumb rubbed her clit. Just the pleasure she wanted. The stimulation intensified her desire, a sweet warmth increasing the tempo, and Rasmus wouldn't let her off the hook.

Grasping around, he attempted to have her tunnel swallow his limbs. Pulling halfway, he followed soon by going back. Again, the lizard twitched. A grin of mischief. Rasmus now curved his fingers, scraping the soft walls, fingering as fast as the slippery pussy allowed. Although he couldn't take his fingers any further, it still caused great excitement to his mate. But then he stopped. A few loud whimpers of resentment were the answer.

"You're beautiful. But... I will not risk hurting a helpless maiden. See, what I need is this."

Looking down, her sex would hardly do anymore. Despite almost a minute of continuous self-play, no avail was apparent. What's more, the wolf was taking too long. Amelia hoped to finish already. But now Rasmus's finger traced her length, only her body didn't cooperate. He brought the same digits she so greedily licked clean earlier. Why not lick it all over? Get every nook and cranny... Now was it better, to watch the very creature who imprisoned and humiliated her, in such awkward sexual satisfaction? He ran the tip of his finger from her winking gate to her tender button, trailing liquid to her belly. Breathing was getting erratic, his eyes studying her slit, swollen and pink, hot and soaked, and plump. The small tail flailed over the green grass in wanton happiness, as if it was celebrating the pleasure she was experiencing.

Oh, her labia lips were so glistening, so rich and luscious, trembling so desperately. Yes, it surely ached, and it was just not fair. Finally, he went into the deepest parts of her aching slit, the creases closing all around the two fingers. And all of a sudden, Amelia found herself unable to move. Only her chest lowered and her breath took the shape of a lengthy exhale. Even her eyelids were lowered, and the look on her face became a mixture of surprise, ecstasy, and uncertainty.

"You're damn tight." her captor remarked, massaging.

Spitting once, twice, three times onto his third appendage, his dry hand fumbled within her slit. Watching and feeling, the moist and intimate texture and swelling, filled him with anticipation. Her sex had accepted his entry.

"Please, please, sh-sheathe yourself... inside me," spoke the female as another wave of bliss arrived. She needed attention, but not his fingers. Like a worst torture, and as much as she admitted defeat, a proper animal mating was her demand. If that wasn't bad enough, somehow she said it in full sentences. Meanwhile, the fingers moved gently to the tune of her whimpering and heaving. But Rasmus didn't even think about removing his clothing, wanting to finish her off right then and there.

Pressing harder against her pussy, with one hand, he started caressing her tummy. It didn't take long. From the base of her channel, a wall of muscles tightened and lifted, making a pool near the dragon's crotch. With all restraint forgotten, Rasmus slid his furry paw deeper and faster, squishing her vulva over and over. In no time, her groaning and heavy breathing intensified, the expression on her pretty little face screamed one thing, wanting to be screwed, and yet her legs stayed put. No helping it. Placing his entire body on top, her heart thumped. The hot, moist release left her numb. Flushed and twitching, her hips contracted, and the female released a silent scream.

"Here. Here. Come here, my girl. Let it out, let it out."

That was her big O. She was orgasming. The strong fingers circled and ground on her clit, curling upon, and pushing inside, slipping to fuck, playing with the walls. Her whole craved him. Suddenly, her body convulsed. Feeling a deep surge and intensity rush into her form.

"Fuck," she cried, her vagina gushing delightfully.

Finally letting go, the little lizard lay on the ground in pure bliss, moaning and gasping in relief. Feeling sated, the knot dissolve. She didn't know if just after an orgasm or after a year, maybe forever. Glancing down at herself, she was not happy to discover why she felt uncomfortable there. They were sticky and dripping with cum. Not just her own as she spotted the one responsible.

Somewhere, something twitched, catching her eyes. Through his wet clothes, the aroused bulge protruded beneath the thin material. Its size alone was able to reveal its proportions, the round outline, fat, muscular, thick. It took her several moments before realization dawned that was a penis. For a certain period, Amelia wondered if the wolf was comfortable, or even capable of walking like this, as most of her attention was focused on his boner. She silently begged for it to ravage her fully, completely forgetting that he was just a predator. Her enemy. Why did she keep thinking like that?

Then finally, the wolf stood up and wrapped a long leash around her neck. Having secured the noose-like collar, he tugged it and got a reaction immediately. Feeling his grip, a chill ran up her spine, her mind screaming to fight for the freedom of her limbs. Yet, she walked next to the apex of his malehood, with no question, under his control. The beast was leading her, dragging her through the trees and wilderness, forcing her to watch the sway of his furry rump. The heat pulsating between her thighs.

"You're going to meet my tribe, trespasser. You'll prove yourself useful."

Amelia followed closely, watching where the bestial cock swerved and swinging. He looked like a champion, wearing a thick, sweaty coat, and the female was drawn. She caught a whiff of a deep musk. This smell. Such a heat, such a raw intimacy. No- what's happening to her? But when she returned to her senses, it was far too late. Naked and afraid. Her breasts bounced with each step, and the dampness gathered between her legs had begun to run down her thighs. Amelia's scales burned, the air thick and warm. Was it because of arousal?

Or shame?