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“Good job, Isik… You're fucked."

With a groan, he threw another wooden stick into the improvised fire pit. White smoke rose from the green wood. Luckily, the wind blew it in a different direction. Away from the athletic and fashionable Snow Leopard sitting by, holding onto his legs. One… Particularly disheveled and frustrated Feline.

“Take a cruise away from work! Yes! Let's explore! Let's see where luck will take us! Yay! Let's see the real world! With no care for security! Without warning your agent! Yaaay!"

With a scowl, the young-looking Leopard threw another log. With only his red shirt, partially cut, and his jean shorts on, he was a mess. The rest? His changes? They were away, maybe still on the ship?

It had been such a bad idea from the get-go: going with a few friends on a boat trip in the south, disregarding any precautions. Oh yes, he warned his family and more friends he was on a trip, but he told them it would be long until he would reach them back: international call fees were too much for his bank account, even with a salary as a model.

So… It would be long before anyone noticed he was gone.

It had been such a brutal storm. They tried to sail away from it… A sudden wave hit him, and he only remembered the tumbling under the water, kicking and fighting as he had to surface. Each time, he swallowed water and coughed before the waves sent him back under.

If he had been less in-shape, he would have been a goner.

“Urgh… What can I do… I'm no survivalist, for fuck's sake," growled Isik, reaching for his eyes to rub them. He rubbed them, then his black nose in-between before he lowered his hands… And his eyes, of different colors, focused on his soft pads, bruised, then on the crackling fire.

He had seen some videos about surviving in the wilderness, who doesn't? He knew how to start a fire and did it well, thanks to the camping tips. But what he knew meant jack shit when he had nothing to cut. He tried to cut rocks for the first hour before he gave up, but his paws remained sore. He sighed… And threw another log. He found those shrubs, broke a few branches until he had tiny sticks.

The only thing he succeeded in was that; not cutting rocks, fishing with his bare hands, foraging. Still, he knew he should be grateful for a fire. But it reminded him how… Hard it was. That island seemed just… So inhospitable for Isik, who bent further, holding his knees closer to keep the heat, and-

[I]Crack!

[/I]It was not from the fire. Something broke a twig nearby. His tufty white ears twitched left then right. He tried to make sense of that sound. He was on a beach, inhabited, savage. Yet, he heard the crack…

[I]Crack!

[/I]More. It happened again, and this time, his eyes were on the right, on a wall of wines. Something was definitely there. The second sound was closer. Too close for his taste as his hand searched for something. A branch, a… Rock? He touched the lukewarm and soft surface, gripped it, and then held it.

No more crushed twigs, but his ears picked up a whole different sound. Heavy breaths. Growls. Grunts. Whatever it was, it was loud and big, and heavy. Isik held his breath, focused on the green wall until he saw something. A form pushed and advanced.

“Don't come near me!" he shouted, tossing the rock and reaching for another.

He only caught the shape dodging the rock in the corner of his eyes. But he picked the low grunts and… Words?

“Astu! Namale!"

What?

Isik clearly heard words, though he couldn't comprehend what they meant. But it… Was someone? A very irate and frustrated person? Civilization?

If he was lucky… Maybe he landed on one of the inhabited islands in the archipelago. Some were too big to explore on foot, but if there was a local, maybe he could find-

“Furan!" shouted the voice again. The individual stepped past the ferns and shrugs. And Isik knew he was wrong.

Not because of the Komodo Dragon's aspect, his scales as black as night. He heard they were natives to the Archipelago, and they had a rich culture about the ocean, the marine life, and more. No… It was less the species and more the… Outfit.

It wasn't modern. Tribal, at most. The massive Lizard slipped through the branches, his tongue flicking the air, while his red eyes fixated on Isik. Meanwhile, Isik's eyes were on the feathered harness over the scalie chest, the bone bracers over his forearms and legs. And… Well, the leather pouch the Reptile wore between his legs.

A wide and bulky leather pouch that solely existed to support his scrotum like a bra would do for a tit. The whole leather was strapped to a belt, but the surface was bending and snuggling against the Reptile's ebony testicles, supporting those gonads that were as wide as cantaloupes. It was absurd, it would make walking impossible. Yet, Isik watched the primitive approach with an unhindered gait.

“Es kka luor mis?" asked the Reptile, his tongue clicking along with each word, like a tone.

At this moment, Isik finally pried his eyes away from the Lizard's scrotum, only to glance at what he had been holding in his own hand. A rock… A rock he quickly threw aside.

Then, he outstretched his hands, paws forward to present them to the Reptile.

“Hey! I didn't mean to harm you!" he cried, his fluffy tail sweeping behind him, yet hidden.

“Uh. Eslan!" expressed the Komodo Dragon, his red eyes rolling as he huffed and continued his approach. It was only as he got close Isik noticed the harness was not a garment. It did not cover the Reptile's chest, but acted closer to a backpack as the straps were joining a stack of woven reed in the back as well as…

“Ehhh! Eslan! Eslan!"

Isik's eyes were drawn back to the Komodo Dragon instead of his stuff. Particularly to his torso, to look at the Reptile's face, Isik had to snap his neck up. He watched him point the fire, then himself.

“Afaru. Unus?" he asked, pointing back to the fire.

“Uh… you… Uh. Can use it?" said Isik, pointing to the fire, too, and scooting further from the massive Reptile, a few feet away. Despite that, the native got awfully closer as he huffed, smiled, and approached the fire with his hands up as if to heat himself before he clicked his tongue.

It was… odd. But Isik observed the strange Reptile act as if it was nothing, his tail wagging behind him with joy. All the while, Isik kept his legs closer. His variegated eyes, icy blue and hazel gold, were on the strange native. And his… Stranger body. Oh, the Komodo Dragons were not small, it was known. But that one was positively massive, and not only with his bulging muscles or impressive genitals. There was a sort of… Presence. Of aura that made the young Leopard feel almost tiny, especially when he had to give himself a wry neck to glance to see those deep red eyes.

Tiny in comparison, and jumpy when the Komodo Dragon undid his harness, and put down what he had been carrying. Wood, a woven basket, a mat made of reed, a sort of cutting board, and even a blade. It was no metal; it looked like a black stone. Obsidian?

Isik watched it, his ears up as he saw the Komodo Dragon take the board he had from his backpack, then fished something out of the basket… A fish. Literally. One carcass of a small fish he started to cut and prepare before the Snow Leopard, who felt repulsed yet hungry.

He watched the Komodo Dragon work expertly with his blade, opening the fish, throwing the guts, and then working on removing the bones. It was… Quick. Extremely so. Enough for Isik's eyes not to move away despite the danger that blade represented. It would be easy for that Komodo Dragon to cut him down, to maim him. Yet, he seemed solely focused on the fish. Before he turned to Isik.

“Poar?"

“Po… Ar?" imitated Isik, an eyebrow raised. Then, he watched the black-scaled hands grip a stone. As soon as he saw that, the Snow Leopard recoiled. But watched the bigger male's hands put the stone aside and mimic a larger stone. A massive one, and flat.

“Oh… Okay, I got this," mumbled the Snow Leopard, hastily jumping on his feet and stomping away.

He needed to recover his wits. Who was that dude? How… Was he so hung? Why was he acting like Isik was not important? What else did he have in his bag?

Isik's mind twisted, almost ignoring the hunger gnawing at his guts and the desperation of his situation. With his eyes wandering, his rosettes-covered fur bristling, the Feline finally grabbed one big rock. Flat… But perfect for him to carry, with his current strength, as he returned to the beach… The fire. And the Komodo Dragon, who had set his mat by the fire before he noticed the young Leopard.

“Eslan!" he shouted, clicking his tongue. It was… Odd. But the Komodo seemed happy as he welcomed Isik back. He grabbed the rock Isik had been hefting with one hand and placed it in the firepit. Then, the Reptile threw cuts of fish meat on it. It didn't seem hygienic, but the Feline didn't care as he sat in his corner… And felt a warm scalie hand on his shoulder.

“Eslan! Oler!" said the Komodo Dragon, his voice joyful. And happy as the fish meat was slowly cooking. The scent was… Salty, but a bit bland. Nevertheless, Isik's eyes focused on the meat, and… How the Komodo Dragon used his blade to scoop one fish cut and throw it in his mouth. It wasn't entirely cooked.

“Uh… It's… It's good?"

It seemed to be as the Komodo Dragon happily rubbed his muscular belly before he offered Isk his blade.

“Hmm! Eout Eslan."

The Snow Leopard observed the blade, then looked up to see the Reptile grinning. Then lowered his eyes over those pectorals and belly, down to the blade. He grabbed it, and was instantly pulled down. It was heavy, like a hammer, more than he expected… Reminding him of the difference in strength and size between the two. Roughly, Isik estimated he was only two-thirds of the Komodo's height, probably more? Or less? Steadily, he managed to scoop one cut with his two hands and take a bite.

The smell was bland. But the moment he bit it, Isik found the flesh… Soft. A bit squishy, salty, and yet… Fresh? It wasn't the kind of fish he expected to find here, and surprised, he savored the texture as much as the filling sensation as it descended his stomach.

Then, as he glanced at the Komodo Dragon's pecs, he handed the blade back as he chewed that strange meat. Whenever they were done with their cuts, the Reptile would pull another fish and cut it out, leaving Isik surprised by the generosity, but appreciating it. Likewise to the water skin he was offered after a while.

He did not expect much from this encounter, especially after throwing a rock. But he was happy. Somewhat… Satisfied as he yawned and saw the Reptile lying on the reed mat. It seemed far more comfortable than the sand. And Isik preferred to stay awake…

“Eslan!" again, Eslan. Maybe it meant Stranger? That was how the Komodo Dragon called him as he patted the mat. Evidently, the Reptile had made some room for him as he was lying on the side, with a spot evidently before him. A spot Isik watched.

He… Should have refused. But it's not like he could speak with the Reptile or explain his thoughts; could he tell how ashamed he was to abuse his hospitality? No. His cheeks burned.

He relented. It would be… Too much a hassle to refuse. So, he crawled closer and found himself nestled against the Komodo Dragon's chest, feeling his… Warmth. He was not cold-blooded. His scales were radiating with heat. For a moment, Isik thought about bringing his legs closer, but his toes… Touched something. Round, taut, heavy. Scales. He stopped, yet he knew he was close to the native's genitals. There was a huff of satisfaction, then the larger male's hand wrapped over Isik's body, pulling him closer. Closer until the cold and humid air was replaced by the Komodo's warm presence.

Closer until Isik could feel that… Cock and those nuts against his posterior.

“You're now the little spoon for a big guy," mouthed Isik, speaking to himself in silence.

He listened to the waves, beyond the fire's light. He listened to the calm breath from the Komodo Dragon. Despite the touch, he was not bothered. Isik listened to the soothing heartbeat. And he felt… Obviously embarrassed to be so close to someone else. More so touched and “touching..

He preferred his security, to be alone. But now that he had accepted to sleep on the mat, he couldn't slip away. And so… he sighed, trying to ignore the massive body pressed against his. And the bigger… Genitals.

“Hell…" he mouthed, trying to close his eyes and find some rest. He was too stressed, too nervous, too anxious.

Yet, with all his energy spent… He found sleep easily. Somehow, it was a breeze for him to merely close his eyes, exhale. And be welcomed in sweet dreams. Strange dreams about him walking somewhere, surrounded by shades, ascending golden stairs. Around, he could only see pyramids glistening in gold. Much like himself, like his clothes. Like everything. Everyone. Everything was gold; nowhere was untouched by the glistening metal that made his body. He faced an idol. A little idol, looking like an androgynous… form. Yet, as he looked at it, the shades' hands reached for him… Pressed on his body, massaged it, molded it… Stripped him of his clothes.

“Hmm… Eslan… Eslan."

The voice was low, rumbling, shaking Isik to his core and slowly stirring him from sleep. He was feeling hot. Extremely so. His arms were sluggish, his mouth like paper. Everything that was him was… Dry. He was feeling dry. No. More than that, empty.

Whatever the Komodo Dragon had given him, it made him sick. He was. He felt sick.

And yet acutely aware of how he was lying on his side like before. The sea breeze rubbed against his chest fur, against his exposed belly. Against his thighs, he felt scalies hands, the size of his pecs, rush against them, pushing down his shorts. He froze and heard a chuckle from behind him.

“Eslan… Eslan for me."

It was the same clicking noise. The same voice. But somehow, Isik could understand it, the voice, the words. He blinked as he sensed the hand continued, pulling down his shorts until they were past his knees… And something wet, hot, sticky, pressed against his back. He was overshadowed, almost hidden by the humongous lizard above him, his body pressed on all parts, rushing to his legs, arms, torso.

“I am so lucky I found you first, Eslan."

Found him first? Did the Komodo Dragon know he would arrive?

He blinked, feeling the hand going on the thighs, covering them with his sole palm. But as he opened his mouth to speak, Isik found something forced between his lips. Something warm, scalie… And covered with something salty and musky. He tried to bite it, but it was too big, it forced his jaws apart like a whole hand. Only a weak moan escaped his mouth.

So weak. He tried to move his legs, to shake them. But he couldn't.

More than that, he was feeling hot. Too warm. Too… Frail to resist. Even as he felt the warm and sticky thing press against his backside, against his exposed and muscular posterior. He trained his body, his limbs, even his backside through weights… Giving it a prominent size. But it was nothing as that thing pressed against the buns, spreading them by its mere presence. He blinked, his mouth stuffed by the fingers moving in and out, playing with his tongue, smearing the sticky liquid covering them. He suckled… And felt the Komodo Dragon's cock slowly push against his posterior, rubbing his rim.

It was big. His balls were humongous, but his cock was… Like Isik's arms in comparison. He had seen it earlier, though he had tried to ignore the dangling uncut shaft moving on its own. But he had noticed the slightly uncovered cocktip, he had seen the glistening urethra. He had seen the veins along the length.

“I can finally gift an Eslan my love… Oh. Thank you, ancestors. I feel your cunt, Eslan."

No. Eslan didn't mean stranger. The way he said it, it felt like a slur. Or a way to single Isik out. Yet, the Komodo Dragon was saying it with such devious envy and affection.

He seemed to purr as his cock pressed against Isik's hole and smeared the entrance with that sticky warm precum. It was… That liquid Isik was sucking on. He was tasting the Komodo Dragon's pre, and it tasted pretty good. Enough for him not to feel disgusted… At least physically.

Mentally? The Feline thrashed and wanted to push, to kick. Nothing.

He did nothing as that cockhead pressed on his asshole and pressed it, forced on it. It should hurt. It should hurt a lot, just from the size. Yet, Isik only felt… Warmth?

Warmth as his asshole was spread and opened by that arm-sized cock. It slipped inside without anything. No lube, no preparation. His hole merely opened and suckled on the entrance, welcoming the Komodo Dragon inside and ushering him deeper.

Deeper against those walls that instinctively massaged and pressed on. The further the Reptile went, the hotter Isik felt. The more… Overtaken he was by the strange sensation as the bloat teased his soft guts. He… He was certain he could feel the Reptile's movements through his belly, through the front. No. He looked down and saw it. He saw his abdominal waist being stretched, he saw the muscles being smoothened by the wide mushroom-shaped tip hammering from inside.

His eyes widened from the surprise but again, no pain. Only an intense and enthralling heat that was spreading everywhere. To his fingertips, to his padded feet, to his wagging tail.

Still, he tried to kick his legs, to move them.

“Oh… Eslan. You'll be so happy with my eggs. Filled with my love."

Eggs? Love? Isik's eyes widened further, and a deep moan escaped his throat. That Reptile was crazy, so fucking crazy. But his hold on him was too strong. And the sensation… The movements inside his spread-open asshole were too good.

So good, in fact, he felt his cock go erect. He felt blood rushing to his groin and the pleasure concentrating there. To his prostate, to his asshole. He felt how his inner walls were closing on the Reptile, holding and slowing him down. He knew, instinctively, where the Komodo Dragon should push and move to please him.

Beyond that, he knew that he was safe. He knew his guts were supposedly crushed. His belly bulged from the humongous cock… Stuffed by the precum flowing inside his guts. But he knew he was safe.

Still, he mewled. He pathetically mewled, the sound muffled, as the Komodo Dragon was finally pulling back. Why did it feel so good? Why… Did it have to be so good?

Isik's tail continued to shake, bristling. But his ears dropped as he felt the Komodo Dragon's waist pulling away. Further. And further.

He held his breath, feeling and hearing that fat rod slide away from his asshole. He heard the sucking sound as his orifice tried to hold the Komodo Dragon inside, yet failed.

“You're so tight. It's better than my Brother, Eslan. The Idol blessed your womb!"

Isik's face burned. Brother? Hole? What did he hear? What did he understand? His lips opened, though he couldn't mouth anything as the fingers still delved within.

What kind of island did he land on? Was it a dream? A nightmare? His feverish imagination?

All those questions, those worries, broke apart when the Komodo Dragon pushed back and hit his prostate. That moment, his body sparkled with an intense sensation. An intense pleasure ran up his spine, tearing everything apart on its way.

His resistance, his fear, his anger. Everything was stolen from the Snow Leopard as he sensed what felt like… A fire inside his loin.

It grew.

It grew as he felt each of the Komodo Dragon's thrust. Gone was the slow and steady penetration. Instead, the large Reptile was going at it brutally. Each of his thrusts was rough, quick, intense. It was a sudden rush spearing Isik's guts, stretching them until the skin was taut under the fur.

Again, there was no pain. Nothing would stop Isik from enjoying the moment, not even his emotions and desires, as they were ripped away from him with one hit on his prostate.

He gargled and heaved, his nostrils dilating as the salty breeze and the scent of smoke were replaced by the scent of masculine musk. Of reptilian musk permeating him, surrounding him. It came from the muscular limbs, from the legs, from the Reptile's genitals. It was everywhere around Isik as he took whiff after whiff, his expression crumbling into a serene smile. A serene and intense beatification from the cock thrusting and ruining his asshole.

He felt light. Lighter despite the fire inside his groin. He felt nothing like before. Nothing like being held or afraid. He, somehow, had an intense trust in the Komodo Dragon. He felt like he belonged here. And though a part of his mind hated it… He felt good.

So good he didn't even notice his first ejaculation, or the second.

He didn't even feel the tremor shaking his cramped legs as his fluffy tail smacked against the Komodo Dragon's sides.

He only felt… That intense and joyful desire as his mouth was finally released. Instead, it was the Komodo Dragon's mouth he felt pressed against his as the primitive male was going inside him, faster, rougher… And frantic.

His precum was seeping everywhere inside Isik. More than that, he felt how the Komodo's heartbeat quickened and how his movements lost their speed. The Reptile's breath was hastening, furthermore with each kiss. Soon, the breath heavy with fish and minty plants brushed Isik's face as a deep rumble escaped the Komodo Dragon.

And so… Did his cum.

Sticky. Heavy. Dense. White. Warm. Wondrous.

Isik felt it rush inside him, stretching his belly. It was so much. He guessed it was a gallon of fluids, or two. But it felt more. Much more as it rushed everywhere inside his belly. Soon, it felt like the Komodo Dragon's cock had vanished, disappearing under the taut belly as more cum was pumped inside and stretching him.

Isik watched it from the corner of one's eye, unable to say any word… Or refute it. Or to be disgusted. No. Somehow, despite his rational mind slowly awakening, it felt normal. Expected.

Expected as the Komodo Dragon was weakly pumping his thighs inside him, stuffing him with more cum until the flow stopped. Until the Reptile's enormous balls and spectacular orgasms were at rest, leaving Isik round like a ball and warm. Rested. Happy.

He was feeling warm, hot, still. But less than before. And what had been a painful and restraining heat felt like a calming and soothing blanket all over his sore muscles. His legs dropped, so did his tail as he had the Komodo Dragon's mouth kissing his neck, covering it as Isik felt himself drifting again.

But this time, there was no dream. Only a sensation of fulfillment that remained, that took him, allowed him to sleep… And wake up rested.

“Was it… A dream?" he mumbled.

A glance down, and he confirmed it wasn't. The Komodo Dragon's arm was over his swollen belly, mindlessly stroking the taut skin. The steady breath from his “Partner" was an indication he was sleeping well. Isik himself had his head resting on the Reptile's biceps while his legs were barely reaching for the Komodo Dragon's thighs, yet were pressed against his balls that were… Bigger?

He was still the small spoon in the situation, and moving seemed impossible without waking the Komodo Dragon. So… He poked at the Reptile's wrist.

“Hey… Hey."

Only a rumble… Only faint huffs, but no more stirring as Isik tried to move despite the arm's weight over him. He tried to roll, and… He grumbled, feeling something still wedged inside his ass. Something big, of course. Something girthy, as expected. Something he did not want inside, as thought.

Still. He tried to wiggle away despite his guts bloating and his legs quivering against the nuts from the pressure. Oh, it was terrible. It was a lot. It was an effort until… Finally, he sighed at the released weight.

The shaft plopped free, on the ground, staining the reed as cum flowed free from the Snow Leopard's gaped asshole. It was still warm, liquid, sticky, musky. The masculine and reptilian odor remained hanging in the air, surrounding them both, swallowing Isik as he grumbled and shook his head.

“Eslan. Eslan."

The Komodo Dragon's voice was slurred. But he talked, he talked well as his hand returned to the Snow Leopard's shoulder, holding it in his palm while the fingers massaged the tense muscles.

“I'm… Urgh. I feel sick."

“What? Already, Eslan? I am so lucky," continued the Komodo Dragon, his voice so earnest and joyful despite the glare he received from Isik.

“I'm not Eslan. Or anything. You- You took me. You drugged me!" shouted Isik, his legs kicking against the Komodo Dragon's testicles and thighs, fighting against those powerful thighs as if to push himself away. But the arm wrapped, the palm entirely covering his chest while holding him closer.

“Yes, yes, you are Eslan."

“I'm not Eslan!"

“You came from the sea. Eslan. Just as promised."

Isik froze. What did he mean?

He listened to the words, to the clicking which, somehow, made sense to his mind. They formed strung-up sentences, but a cold shiver ran down his spine. Then, he returned to his kicking, and then looking down. He opened his mouth and lowered his mouth, his neck, just so he could bite one finger.

“Ouch! Eslan! I'm sorry I didn't prepare you!" answered the Komodo Dragon, pulling his fingers away and suckling on them. That was the moment.

Isik rolled and stumbled on his feet, nimble as always, and looked around. His hetero-chromatic eyes went in one direction, then another. The vast beach. The blue sea. The daunting forest. The extinguished fire.

He glanced, looking for his clothes, and his sole attire. His heartbeat quickened, he felt light, springy. No clothes.

“Where are my clothes?!" shouted Isik at the Komodo Dragon, who rolled, moving slowly.

“I-"

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!" repeated Isik, his voice trembling as he closed his fists, trembling.

“I let the wind take them."

The wind… Took them. Isik's ragged breaths slowed. He looked left, then right. Where could he run? He had no clothes to cover himself, no experience in surviving. His jaws clenched. His fur bristled. His chest puffed up. His tail swept the air. His claws dug into his pads, enough to feel the sharp sting. However, he did not feel the peace and the focus that followed.

His body was a tensed line, ready to spring, to jump, and…

He looked at the Komodo Dragon's torso. He was back on his feet: hands forward and palms exposed.

“Breathe, Eslan. Breathe."

“I-… I cannot even take a break. I-… It never ends," he said, his voice trembling as he took sharp breath after sharp breath. His torso was so heavy, crushing under the presence. Breathing was so hard, so difficult. More with each step from the Komodo Dragon.

“Eslan. Come with me. Let me… Introduce you to my father. He will help you with your duties."

“What duties? You'll rape me again?!"

“Rape?"

The Komodo Dragon's brows lifted. His hands dropped. There was a hint of confusion in his voice, and thoughtfulness.

“Rape! You… Fucked me! I didn't want that! You forced me!"

“Fuck? Forced? Eslan doesn't want to be Eslan?" answered the Komodo Dragon, his neck tensing.

“I don't want to be that thing! My name is Isik! And I- I want to get home! I wanted a small break from my job! I wanted to be alone! And… Now I'm… Why?!"

“Eslan… Iseek. You… Cannot leave."

“Yeah? Like what? You'll cuff me or something? Attach me like a sex toy? That's what you do here?!"

“You… Use strange words the Idol doesn't understand," mumbled the Komodo Dragon, his hands on his neck. Now, it was becoming awkward. Enough for Isik's anger to abate and be replaced with frustration as he listened. “Nobody can leave the island. When… Eslani arrive, it is a great event for us. We feast, we chant, we enjoy your presence. It is so rare to see an Es-… you, Iseek! But the Sea won't let you leave."

Isik rolled his eyes. Though his anger had puffed out. His chest relaxed, his fur no longer bristled. Even his tail started to slow down, though it was still puffed up. He glanced at the sea. It was… Clean. So pure.

“The sea won't leave me? You don't have ships?"

“Ship?"

“Boat?"

He returned to the Komodo Dragon, who sat on the sand. There, Isik could see his gaze as he growled.

“Something to float on the sea… You never leave this place?"

The Komodo Dragon shook his head.

“No. When my father was young, some of us tried. But they never returned, he says. Eslani come, sometimes. Our most recent Eslan was my mother, too."

“Wait… Is there any Eslan around?"

As he asked, Isik watched the Komodo Dragon's expression grow somber, darker. His muzzle pointed down, but he shook his head.

“No. We burned Mother's remains… So many moons ago." As he said that, he started to count, taping on the sand and clicking his tongue. “One thousand… Four hundred and twenty moons ago. It has been so long. The longest period since we received an Eslan, Father told me."

Isik's eyes widened. He didn't know what it meant, but… He felt the sorrow in the words and the quiet. It felt less like he talked to a perverted man who abused him, but closer to a young adult. Someone who had never experienced the world, the real world outside.

“Is… There anyone who knows about boats? Your father? He is still around?"

Suddenly, the Komodo Dragon's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face. His teeth glistened, welcoming the change of topic.

“Yes! Father is around! And the other shamans! Even great-father is here! You could meet them! But…"

“But?"

“They might not know about boats. Or the words you use. But they are wise and smart! They know how to welcome an Eslan!"

“To welcome… An Eslan."

“Yes! The introduction! I…"

The Komodo Dragon seemed ashamed, his eyes away despite Isik continuing to watch over him, his tail lashing out. Isik crossed his arms, feeling less in danger from that one. Sure, he was tall enough he could only speak to his pecs… Sure, Isik saw the muscles bulging underneath the black scales, making them roll with each movement. But the Komodo Dragon seemed earnest.

“I am sorry, Iseek."

Isik blinked, then frowned, then grimaced with his nose wrinkling up.

“Why are you sorry?"

“I… Didn't introduce you. But I used the ritual fish meat for this. Are you angry?"

“I am angry about a lot of things, you…"

“Rehu! Father named me Rehu!"

“I'm angry about a lot of things, Rehu. But it's not that," said Isik, sighing. He watched the Komodo Dragon's expression drop. “Can you lead me to your Father?"

“Yes!"

If Isik had to trek through the forest to hope to find any trace of civilization, it was better to do so with that genuinely sorry hunk. At least, he didn't seem to be looking to fuck him again… Which was a boon when the Snow Leopard felt his legs twitching and his backside still sore.

His tail dropped as he approached the Komodo Dragon who eagerly wrapped the dirty mat and put everything back into his “backpack" with a rapid movement. Then, Rehu strapped the harness around his chest, locking everything together with a leather cordon.

“We can go there! Follow me, Iseek!"

“Isik…"

“Iseek," repeated the Komodo Dragon, smiling. At least, that was the best he could do. And Isik gave up.

“Bravo, Isik. You surely nailed yourself as the next winner for the Stockholm prize," grumbled the Snow Leopard to himself.

He muttered as he followed Rehu through the dense jungle, carefully watching all around him with his arms close to his chest. The tail still swinging, Isik tried to ignore the strange noises surrounding them and focused on the Komodo Dragon's back… And not on that powerful tail swinging or those genitals he could glimpse at. They were… Bigger. Still like cantaloupes but bigger?

“Iseek? I heard something. Is that you?"

“Nothing. I thought out loud."

“Ah! Just like Sehu!"

“Sehu? Rehu… Your brother?"

“No! My brother's Son! He is my age, too!"

Isik cocked an eyebrow but didn't pry much as he followed. It seemed they had been walking for hours. The Snow Leopard even had to ask for small breaks, before they continued. Each time, Rehu was eager to offer him water, but the Feline refused. He refused it and tried to walk on his own, yet… He sometimes had to let the Komodo Dragon help him.

Such as crossing a river, he had to be carried in Rehu's arms like a doll. Or when he was about to fall, and Rehu stopped him with a firm hand over his entire chest.

By the end of it, Isik was sitting on a rock, practically talking to Rehu's pectorals: “Are we there?"

“Yes! Only a few more steps!"

Rehu always said a few more steps. His comprehension of the situation was way different, and Isik tried not to dwell too much on it. Rather, after he felt his paws no longer burned, he jumped on his feet and followed, watching how the trail widened and… Well. He saw the traces of stones covered with moss and vines.

There was civilization, or remnants of it. Isik was no archaeologist, but he could tell it was old. More than a few hundred years, he guessed. Though, he could be wrong. His fingers followed a stone wall, half-eaten by tree roots, as they remained under the canopy. But as they progressed, he saw fewer trees. Bushes, yes. But it was easier to walk around and follow. Even to walk for his sore and abused paws as dirt turned into moss-covered stone. And then… Cut stones.

“Here! Home!" shouted Rehu, passing through an arch covered with hanging vines. And Isik followed, instantly to be struck and welcomed by a strange sight.

A village. Or a small town.

They were standing on a hill at the edge of it, atop a hill, overlooking a valley overtaken by stone houses with flat roofs. Yet, atop these roofs or to posts were outstretched canopies of varying colors. In the distance, puffs of smoke came from a few houses. Further ahead, on the other side of the valley, fields had been dug through the mountain, each plateau covered with green and tall plants. At the center, he noticed what looked to be a waterwheel on a canal; the waterway cut the town in two before it disappeared behind a mountain. But the source of it, and standing at the exact center of the valley, was a Pyramid. Vines and trees were growing atop of it, partially covering its flat top, but Isik could see it was made of gold. Or covered with it.

The top seemed to be missing, and traces of a building could be seen, peppering the land with gold.

Awe could not describe the emotion Isik felt, his tail swaying with excitation. It felt… So… Bucolic? So homey. So different from the loud and obnoxious city where he lived. In… Other circumstances, it seemed to be his type of place, surrounded by nature and isolated.

“Iseek?"

Isik's tufty ears twitched, then he looked down the path where Rehu was. He followed, easing his tail.

“Coming."

As they descended the stairs to the center, Isik was amazed by the houses that were stable despite their ages. They were not stacked, but they followed the natural descent. Each little house had its own garden, concealed behind little stone walls, and each garden had an arch as an entrance, leading to ponds, little vegetable plots, or open-air kitchens. Though, it was oddly silent. No cries from children and people were… Busy or away?

“Where is everyone?" he asked, looking around at an empty store bereft of workers or inhabitants despite the decorated pots drying there. The house even had a sign attached to it with some scribbling and a drawing of a stone pot. Beyond that, the main door was open on a dusty interior bearing signs someone had recently eaten inside: the dishes were still in place on the tall table in the middle of the room.

He expected women to stroll the city, with baskets or food like in documentaries. But there was no one. Not even in a nearby square with stone benches surrounding a tall tree adorned with bird homes and golden wind chimes. There were birds, but no inhabitants.

“They are working. You want to see them?"

“Even the children?"

“Our last Eslan came so long ago. Children have grown up, Iseek," mumbled Rehu.

It puzzled the Snow Leopard as they continued the path down, surprised by the plants growing everywhere but in harmony. And, as he looked up, his eyes were drawn to the pyramid from which sourced the river coursing through the center. Luckily, as they approached, he started to hear voices and sounds of people working. No children.

Closer to the center, the village was more industrious. The stone arches and gardens were replaced by outdoor workshops. They passed by a cabinetmaker, devoid of workers again, but whose impressive furniture display caught Isik's eyes. The dark wood had been polished by hand, and the engravings along the sides of a drawer were so refined the whole piece would cost a whopping ten thousand dollars. And as he approached and saw the storage inside, he saw it was filled with more duplicates.

Most houses and ateliers were similar: bursting with goods that were hand-made and costly, but no one to protect them. They were not afraid of thieves.

All the while, he heard distant huffs and hammering. A blacksmith? Quaint.

Finally, they encountered someone: two Komodo Dragons hefting a recently cut tree trunk. They ran to Rehu, though their eyes were entirely on Isik, dressing him down.

Isik whose tail hid behind his legs as he noticed their attention and… Lack of clothes. They wore nothing but the balls pouches. However, they were more muscular than Rehu, with dry bulging muscles. And they were more hung, even if it seemed impossible. They walked like it was nothing, but their cocks were almost around thirty inches… At rest. And their balls reached past their knees, even with the leather fabric bolstering their nuts. Isik… Swore he could even hear them sloshing with fluids.

“So it was true, Rehu! We have an Eslan! We will have more children! Your father should be praised!"

“Yeah… He is," mumbled Rehu, his tail hitting the stone though his tongue clicking was anxious. “I… Introduce the Eslan to him."

“Of course! I'm sure he'll be so glad you who found the Eslan first!"

The discussion continued that way, with Rehu trying to deflect and push the conversation to an end. Meanwhile, the two carriers seemed eager to keep it and prod him. Where did he find it? Did he retrieve the ritual fish as his Father requested? Is the Eslan feeling well?

Isik tuned out from the conversation and approached the river and the waterwheel that was on the other side, linked to a small building. It was an old structure as seen by the walls getting more deteriorated… But the waterwheel and the wood composing it were recent. However, he didn't see much why there was a waterwheel, but he guessed it would be used for grains.

Then, he looked down. The riverbed was artificial, dug out, and then lined with polished stones that glimmered under the clean water. He didn't see any quays, however, but there were a few ramps along the canal that allowed people to access it. It was relatively not so well maintained as little mounds of dirt, and broken-down rocks peeked through the surface. They formed the starting ground for an invasion with little bushes and wines at the front of it. Even most of the stone railings around the canal had crumbled over the years. It was decrepit, contrasting with the well-maintained houses.

He thought… Then he mused to himself: “I don't know where you landed, Isik. But you are stuck. Hmm… Those hunks seem “fine". But someone should know about them… Maybe… Huh. It could be an island that's kept isolated?"

He pondered, looking at the pyramid.

“Pretty sure there would be scientists who would kill to visit that place."

“Scientists? Those are funny words, Iseek."

His tail swaying, the Snow Leopard glanced over his shoulders. The carriers were gone, and so Rehu had returned. He beamed with a sense of pride, his hands over his waist.

“Yes, they're funny," answered Isik sarcastically, shaking his head. “Where is your father?"

“In our home. You'll see!"

First, they had to cross the bridge to the other side. Then, as they crossed and turned right, the Snow Leopard was met with a gasp from another Komodo Dragon, carrying a bundle of tall grass.

Again… A male whose genitals were hanging low and who gushed about Rehu's exploit.

It happened again, and again. Each time, the Komodo Dragons were males, and their sizes forced Isik to crane his neck just to see their faces. It took him a lot of fortitude not to let his eyes wander down… At their genitals, which were at the perfect height. Isik considered himself a size queen, who had a fairly good experience with big men… Between the legs. However, here? In this village? It was outrageous. They dwarfed him despite him going over six feet tall! He could only glance at their waists and groins. Worse was how unbothered they were by the weights between their legs.

Finally, as the surprises stopped and they walked further from the center of the village, Isik grumbled.

“Where are the women?"

“Women?"

“Those who don't have a cock like you?"

“What? Like me? An Eslan? We have no Eslan but you."

“No… Wait? You are all males, here?" asked Isik, blinking. And gawking when Rehu nodded.

An entire town full of men. Yet, they were numerous, and there were…

“Here, here's my home."

With a finger, Rehu stopped Isik's ruminations. He pointed to a large but flat house located atop a promontory. A wide stone arch welcomed them, adorned with blooming vines of variegated colors. Behind, they were welcomed to a patio, an extension of the house covered with an overhanging canopy. Potted plants were hung along the patios, displaying various growth and bloom stages. The structure was immaculate, bearing no traces of dereliction; whether from the finely cut stones forming the walls and their strange symbols on them, or the log supports peering through the top. A quick glance around, a darted gaze, and a glimpse of a pond could be noticed behind the structure, but nothing more. However, at the door, there was a Komodo Dragon. He was the only one, for now, that wasn't a muscular hunk. Rather, that Reptile sported a prominent musclegut. The scales strained due to the fat and delineated muscles, and as they approached, Isik only had those guts at eye level. Everything else, he had to look up.

And if he looked down? Well, it was to see the Komodo Dragon's cock that was around forty inches and… Well, testicles that were closer to beanbags. He could sit on them and be comfy, even if they were only a whisker away from dragging on the ground.

“Father!" said Rehu, opening his arms to embrace his Father, who refused with an extended arm.

“Later, Rehu. You brought the Eslan and the fish. We must do the ritual so they-"

“Yeah, about that," cut in Isik, frowning and trying to look tougher. He even joined his hands behind his back, squaring up his shoulder. “Your son told me you could help me with a boat. He told me I cannot leave, but after what he did, I-"

“SILENCE!" shouted the Elder, his voice sounding like thunder while his eyes, red like his son, were on Rehu. Compared to the two, he was not only bigger, but the scales at the end of his muzzle were clearer. There were even bags under his eyes as he scowled at his son… Who looked like he wanted to shrink away, already undoing his bag.

“Rehu… You… Gave the Eslan the ritual fish? And carried him here? Have you no idea of the torture it must be?"

“I- Hmm…"

“He fucked me, too. I didn't consent," said Isik, coming clear.

It earned him a glare from the eldest. No more words, then. Instead, Isik witnessed the elder Komodo Dragon clicking his tongue in frustration, waving his arms.

“Rehu. I thought better of you. You prepared the Eslan without us. That's why I told you where to find the blessed pond!"

“I'm… I'm sorry. I saw smoke, and the Eslan… Iseek was hungry. I didn't think it would be a problem."

“Think! Rehu! You were supposed to bring the Eslan here as soon as he arrived!"

Isik's ears twitched as he tried to look away. It was the kind of berating he didn't enjoy hearing. Plus, the subject of the “rape" hadn't been broached. Which felt worse as he suddenly pondered about it again. He… Had walked with Rehu all the way, even enjoyed his company. But could-

“Fine! Since you were so eager to introduce the Eslan, you will be their minder!"

“What?" asked Isik, snapping his neck toward Rehu's father.

“What? But it should be Reho! Not me!"

“Not my problem!"

The Elder scoffed, then turned to Isik. He approached, his steps heavy. And Isik stepped back, looking up at the Komodo Dragon looking down.

“I'm Rehai. The Shaman. Rehu already fed you the ritual fish. You are bound to the Idol."

“…"

“He will be your minder while we are preparing you."

“About that… And the boat."

“Silence!" shouted the elder Komodo Dragon, reaching and grabbing Isik's left arm. His grip was like steel, and he didn't seem to wait to start dragging Isik around. Even as the Snow Leopard instantly dug his heels into the stone and pulled back, Rehai continued to drag him.

“Leave me! LET ME GO! YOU CRAZY FUCK!" shouted Isik, trying to bite Rehai's hand. But he could not even pierce the hardened scales. He kicked, he tried to pull. But no, he couldn't even do that.

“Rehu. Follow me," growled the Elder, enjoining the younger Komodo Dragon to follow inside the spacious house.

Even though most houses he had seen were dusty and old, Isik found one that was not only well-maintained but well-decorated: tapestries depicting scenes of battles, stylized side views of Komodo Dragons fighting against Wolves, or navigating; tall pieces of furniture, like drawers or more tables, with engravings of plants creeping over the wood and filled out with gold. Woven reeds were used as mats to cover the stone floor, forming intricate and circling patterns around the tables, the tall stools, or the potted plants. The logs peeking through the walls on the outside could be seen on the inside, from which dangled wooden chimes, drying plants and leaves, or merely obsidian tools, like Rehu's blade, the Komodo Dragons could reach with an outstretched arm.

It was all adapted to their tremendous sizes, unlike Isik. Moreover, as he tried to see it all and not be overtaken by the sights, he slipped and allowed Rehai to drag him away. To another room… One that looked like a bedroom, except the whole center was deeper than the outer ridge, like a pit. The inside was covered with pillows made with something similar to wool. Reeds lined the exterior ridge, but the inside also had furred skins used as bed sheets… And the ground was made of wood, there. It was… Indeed a bed. But Isik knew what it meant as he was thrown into the pit.

Rehai glanced at his son, noddded at him… And approached, undoing the straps bolstering and supporting his nuts as he descended the steps. His balls… Were entirely dragging on the floor and surface, though the chaffing didn't bother the Elder while Isik was looking around for an escape, his tail curdling.

There were windows, but they were placed high. So high, he would have to climb, making it easier to be caught. The only door had Rehu standing before it like a guard…

“Rehu! Help me! He will rape me! I don't want it!" shouted Isik, almost in an attempt. If Rehu was genuinely sorry, didn't want, he… Would help. But no, the youngest pursed his lips.

“So-rry. Rehai must prepare you. It is… For your own good, Iseek."

“Yes. We must prepare you before the village has to gift you their love, Eslan!"

“IT'S ISIK! AND I DON'T WANT TO BE FUCKED!"

He shouted, yet, the larger Reptile grabbed his right leg and pulled on it with such strength… He almost felt like an upside-down fish. He was… Ashamed. Tired. Hungry. Thirsty. It was all too much when it added a bunch of crazy lizards who were so big they'd split his hole in two.

He felt overwhelmed, his tears coming to his eyes as he closed his hands into fists and tried to punch, to hit Rehai's legs and balls.

“Nonsense, Eslan. You will bear our future. And you will love it!"

“You are too big! I'll die!"

“The Idol protects you!"

As if to complete his assertion, Rehai lifted Isik higher, until those clenched fists could only reach that musclegut, without any result… And plunged two fingers inside Isik's asshole. Two fingers that were comparable to taking two cocks at once.

He had done that; he had experienced some double penetration with men, but only with a thorough preparation and lubrication. Yet, those fingers slipped inside him and started to poke his guts without any problem. He gasped, he trembled, he quivered. But he wasn't writhing from pain. Rather, he writhed from the intense and warm pleasure coming right from his prostate.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to endure the wave of delight as Rehai's digits were wiggling inside his asshole, stretching the titillated rim.

“He is well prepared. How many fishes did he eat?"

“Three or four? I don-…"

“He is lucky. Unlucky Eslan would have been sick."

“I AM SICK OF YOU ALL! LET ME GO!" cried Isik, trying to ignore the blood pumping to his groin. He tried to ignore the tension, the need arising in his groin, in his prostate. He tried… To ignore the wonderful sensation as that older Komodo Dragon was expertly rubbing and massaging his prostate.

But it was difficult.

So difficult as he was feeling the fire growing inside his loin, the tension in his non-grabbed leg. The shoulders squared up and tensed. Even his breath quickened while his tail flailed and tried to hit Rehai's face, without much result except a deep sigh.

It wasn't enough to stop him… Not as the massive sticky hand went over Isik's torso. It brushed the fur, pressed against the strands until the warm scales pushed beyond the undercoat. An intimate sensation Isik received like a gut punch, holding onto his breath as he sensed the strokes further. They went over his breasts but not high enough for him to bite, just enough to stroke his nipples, to touch them. To caress, to titillate them.

He mewled, feeling groped and molested by a pervert while watched by Rehu. But worse was the excitation he felt, the tremor that continued to shake his chest and heart. He was… The sensation was quite pleasant. He sighed, he trembled, he opened his mouth.

And mewled again when the fingers descended to his abdominal muscles, where they found something. Something that wasn't as sensitive nor as pleasant to touch.

This time, he yelped.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!" he shouted, feeling the digits digging into those small nipples. They should be there, nor developed. He had examined himself a month ago and they were not there. Yet, the Snow Leopard felt the odd and specific sensation further down his torso, followed by the sudden pinch on the nubs. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

Six more nipples Rehai found under his inquisitive touch while the Snow Leopard was both outraged and humiliated at the touch, at being explored like a mere whore.

Even as he tried to cover his abdominal muscles and push the Komodo Dragon away, he received a swat on the hand. And another. And another. It continued until his two hands were painfully sore.

“L-Let me go! I won't… I won't do anything with you! You all perverts!" Isik shouted, enraged.

“Nonsense. You will be our Eslan, prepared. You are the Sea's offering."

“I AM NOT A THING! OR AN OFFERING! REHU! TELL HIM!" shouted Isik, glancing at the bashful Komodo Dragon who remained on the side.

Rehai looked at his son, watched him kick his feet and bear such an unassuming posture before he threw Isik in the pit, amidst the pillows and sheets. A flowery scent, reminiscent of vanilla, was sticking to the fabrics. But beneath it, like stuck and gripping the stone with its entire strength: the pungent musk from the Reptiles.

As the Snow Leopard landed and was already twisting his legs to take a run and try one of the windows, a foot landed on his back. Rehai's foot. It crushed him, stuck him, stole his breath.

“Well. Rehu. Do you have anything to say? You bonded and prepared our Eslan. What should we do?"

“I-," started the muscular and slightly at-a-loss Komodo Dragon. His gaze was on Isik, who squirmed on the ground, then returned to Rehai. “I think we should let him acclimate to this new situation. What he knows is very different. He said when I took him was “a rape". It seems to be a bad thing."

“Ufhh… Soft. But fine. You'll take care of the Eslan. But should something happen to him, it is your fault."

With that, Rehai's foot lifted, allowing Isik to breathe correctly. Which he did as he crawled to the pit edge. He looked behind him. Rehai was leaving, returning to the entrance room, pushing aside the fabric acting as a door. And leaving Isik, tearful… And Rehu, ashamed.

“I… Am sorry."

“H-He is worse!" shouted Isik, gargling and swallowing the saliva. “I have to leave! To find a boat! Rehu! Help me!"

“I can't."

Moving closer, Rehu took careful steps. Each one with his hands raised as if to calm the Snow Leopard. Isik dropped on his posterior, his hands over his chest.

“Why c-"

“There is no… Boat, Iseek. Nobody can leave our land. It is the Idol's blessing."

“W-What?"

Isik blinked, heaving, but listening. He planted his claws in his paws until they hurt, until he could breathe slowly. His eyes were on the Komodo Dragon sitting in the pit, his legs crossed and glancing.

“It happened many moons ago. Tenfold all the moons I experienced, and tenfold more, Rehai said," mumbled the Komodo Dragon, his hands joining and tapping. “We fled conflicts in our homeland. We prayed, and… It's… it's long. We prayed and fought until one day, our Idol answered. Our new home was cut from the land, and the sea took us away. We had our island. Never again would we be in danger, but we were alone and lost all our females to illnesses. So… The Idol sent us an Eslan. Each time, there would be an Eslan for everyone."

Isik felt sick. Not only from the touching, but if Rehu's words were true. He would be a whore, a fucktoy for an entire tribe. Or group. He wasn't ready to become one. One… One Komodo Dragon alone was enough for him, was enough for him to want to flee.

“It's… I cannot-"

“We have stories of Eslani fleeing, but they always return. The Sea… Always push you back here, and the others away. My-… The Eslan before you told us about the countries nearby, or the wars outside. They told us about the destruction, the conquests, and the empires. We heard about the colonies that are nearby… But we never heard of it. Nobody come but Eslani."

“It's… it's impossible. There has to be a town. Or something. There are towns in the nearest Archipelago. I planned to visit them. If I… I find them, I could find a way out."

“Have you heard of us? Or this island? It's true you can leave if you find a city you know?"

No… Isik had never heard of such an island. His mood sunk further. He had never heard of a primitive civilization here. At most, he heard how the locals rapidly adapted to tourism. He even learned their local traditions so he could fit in for the journey..

No. He gulped.

“No... It's not that."

“Nobody knows about us. And we don't know much about the exterior. Is it true America is a country outside? The greatest country on Earth? My… I learned about it from the former Eslan."

Isik heard it, then snorted. For a moment, he could ignore the pain and shook his head. His eyes still burned and were veiled, but Rehu's genuine interest was adorable as he waved his hand.

“No. You don't want to hear about it. We have too many issues with racism, and-" he stopped, looking at Rehu's eyes. And expired.

“What will you do to me?"

“I won't do you anything you don't want. I have to protect you, I am your minder now. But I need to make sure you are…. Gifted love."

“Or what?"

“I don't know. Rehai says an Eslan who refuses the gifts will be in pain. It… Happened. You will feel your ass be warm and then, your guts. And more. It will be painful."

“It's… Not clear."

“Sorry."

Isik passed a hand over his eyes, wiping his tears and fur as he looked around, drained.

“I don't want to be fucked."

“I know… I won't do it if you don't want to."

“I don't want to see your father… Ever again."

“He…. He can be better," said Rehu, looking away. “But I can stop him from entering. He chose me as the Minder. He cannot refuse my requests."

“If you tell him to stay away, will he?" asked Isik, feeling calmer and more relaxed. Enough to lean on a pillow that was softer than it looked. They were so soft, and their smells were delicate. Nobody had recently slept in that bed pit, but it was not musty.

“He will."

“Can… I rest here? Can you make sure he will not enter?"

Rehu nodded, looking at the fabric, then back to Isik.

“Iseek. How is the outside? Is it so different?"

“It is… A lot different."

Somehow, it was better to push everything away. Isik was drained, but he could talk and try to explain what the outside world was like. Technology was a difficult topic and he often had to explain with different methods and metaphors. When the Komodo Dragons were not aware of a boat's existence… Well, something like a phone was beyond reach. It ended with them talking about food until Isik felt himself… Slipping.

Again, he was atop the pyramid. Facing that golden idea. Devoid of curves, thin, yet with dry muscles. The golden statuette had a tail like him. It had a muzzle like him. Short-cut hair like him… Then, he looked to his right. A shade approached, one whose presence forced Isik to crane and hurt his neck. And stop. He couldn't move his neck; he wasn't able to move his neck at all.

Suddenly, his entire body felt stiff and heavy. He felt weighed down by someone in his belly and guts, but he couldn't tell. Even moving his hands was impossible. And there was that weight, the heat, that weight, the heat, that… More heat. More. More heat. It wouldn't stop.

He shouted. He cried and nearly jumped. Sweat poured over his forehead and cheeks as he looked around, the bedroom barely lit. There was a distant light coming from under the fabric door and the moonlight from outside. The air was fresh, but warmer than outside.

And as he looked at the empty stone walls, so different from the comely first room… His ears twitched, and the door opened on Rehu holding out a wooden plate covered with fruit cuts, grilled vegetables, and fish.

“Iseek?" he asked, blinking.

Damn. He was so large, even his presence was hiding the door away as he approached, moving with certainty in the dark.

“I'm here," mumbled Isik, trying to make sense of what he saw. Only to feel… Warm. Sweating. The air was cold, but his fur was hot as he poked it. Same as his face, his nose. Every place was warm under the touch. But as he wiggled and moved his legs, he found the most… Warm place was between his legs, his… Ass.

“I'm… Warm." he said, surprised. This time, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything. Even when the Komodo Dragon offered him something, he refused before dozing off.

Coming close, the Komodo Dragon knelt by the Feline. Even his scalie fingers, as he carefully pressed them against Isik's face, once confident Isik accepted it, were colder. He set the plate aside.

“It's the heat."

“it's… Always there?"

A nod.

“What… I can," started to bemoan Isik, his fur damp. His asshole was warmer, winking even as he focused on it, as his mind was on it. “I can't… Will it go if we… Fuck?"

“Only if I… Gift you."

“Not even if I… Take you instead?"

Rehu shook his head.

Isik gulped, reaching for his forehead. Even thinking, even considering his options was getting harder. And harder as the Komodo Dragon was closer. Merely looking toward Rehu was akin to witnessing a sea of scales and muscles, a sea dark like oil… And shimmering under the moonlight with each movement. Each action brought change, and with it, there were the wafts carrying the pungent Reptilian musk. Heady. Titillating.

He took a whiff, then a second. Then, a third, as the arms held him, stroked his head.

“If you don't want. I will not do it. But it will hurt."

“It…" It hurt, yes. Much like his body was melting and changing, reshaping. He felt weaker, too. His limbs were barely answering him again. But there was no poison and fish, only his body feeling sick.

“It hurt… H-Help me."

“I will gift you my love, Iseek."

“Do it."

It wasn't a determined order but a plea. A request as his eyes tried to look up, only to have his head pressed between Rehu's meaty pectorals. There, the scent was strong, and he pressed his nose in the crevice. He took a deep breath. And another as he felt he was lifted by strong hands holding onto his posterior. Not only that, he was forced to bend and to have his head pressed against the Komodo Dragon's body, going over his collarbone and neck while his posterior was squeezed, massaged, stroked.

“Are you ready?"

Ready? Isik could feel his asshole burning like the sun, winking and gaping. With the change of posture, the room's chill air rushed to his entrance and inner walls, itching.

He drew a sharp breath, his eyelids dropping while saliva dribbled from his mouth. He was ready. His breathing almost stopped as he sensed Rehu's cock pressing against his entrance. It was cold. Colder than his entire being. Or so he felt it.

But Rehu was careful. Entirely as his hands lowered Isik ever so slowly, until the tip fully pressed against the entrance. Until the slightly roundish tip was there to nudge and prod at the wrinkled rim.

A rim that offered no resistance. The cock slipped inside. And Rehu felt like he was at home. He chuckled loudly, his voice brimming with an unbridled joy while he pushed his cock deeper within Isik's hole.

Rehu did not resist the call of mating as the orifice was so tender, so yearning, so eager to keep him inside. Saliva even dripped from the corner of his mouth, too, as a low rumbling escaped his chest like a… Purr? Or a note that continued, vibrating through their united bodies. A low maintained sound that echoed through their union, through the hands touching, stroking, and bolstering… Isik

Bolstering the young and needy Snow Leopard.

Through his muzzle pressed between those pectorals. Through the cock firmly wedged inside him. Through the pressure against Isik's insides. Isik's guts. Isik's prostate.

Rehu was half-inside. The Komodo Dragon moved so fast, it had been impossible for Isik to notice it, to stop from trembling as the converging touches were assaulting his mind.

There was that ever-so-subtle pinch on Isik's furred asshole, tugging slightly on the white fur covered with black rosettes. The wondrous throb, a powerful heartbeat against his prostate. The unnerving and tempting security as Isik was surrounded by those imposing arms, in the dark.

“Iseek. I love your body," mumbled Rehu, his voice joyful.

“G-Glad," began to say Isik before his voice crumbled. The snow Leopard could have said, “Glad you like it," but the words died in his mouth. He moaned. He moaned wholly. Isik's voice reached higher as Rehu's cock moved deeper. And his mouth lower.

Isik's extended neck traced a path against the sweat-caked chest, enduring and sampling the aroma coalescing on the scales… Clean.

The Snow Leopard's nostrils were wide open, catching the faint iodine scent following Rehu. And yes, the shaved wood. The cut flowers. All perfumes were light touches before the pungent perfume emanating from that body at work.

And Rehu's body worked, but so carefully.

For such a beast of muscles capable of overpowering Isik, whose mouth could easily take the Snow Leopard's head inside… Rehu was gentle. Very much so as he adjusted his hands and no longer pinched the fur. But Rehu continued to lower Isik's posterior, forcing the Snow Leopard to spread his legs wider and wider despite their sluggishness.

“Do you appreciate my gift?" asked Rehu.

And… Isik nodded. He loved every inch fed into his hole despite the many spurts from his orifice clenching and projecting warm droplets on the sheets.

Isik's eyelids fluttered, but he tried to keep them close. Even watching was starting to become an effort as his mind was overwhelmed by everything.

The pleasure. The heat. The tension. The cold. The fear.

A pang of fear. One Isik did not recognize, one that surprised him as Rehu's movements slowly picked up. Their hips moved faster and together. Isik's legs tensed and his feet extended, paws forward. Their lips were pressing on a rumbling chest and a sweat-caked forehead. They were tangled, locked.

Isik did something he did not think he could as his arms unwrapped, as he let his fingers open and… Press against the Komodo Dragon's chest. He squeezed himself against it, giving in willingly to the call of gravity and need. For something. For contact?

A cold contact against his burning body as he sensed the cock still move and rummage through his guts, shaking them, making them bulge, making them look round from an exterior view. But a glance down and the two would see Rehu's cock pushing from beneath the ruined abs, poking at the guts like no other cock had done for Isik.

And the fear was there, a hint. A drop.

He heaved, steadily following each of Rehu's movements, each of his hits stealing gasps and moans from the Snow Leopard. Oh, he quivered. Oh, he trembled. Oh… He loved it.

“Re-Rehu…" he slurred, his tongue so heavy and sticky in his mouth.

“Iseek?"

“Don't… Stop...," admitted Isik, pushing past that pang of fear restraining his words.

To hell with that crippling sensation.

He was afraid. He was terribly afraid. But he wanted not to suffer from the heat, not to suffer. And Rehu's presence was somehow a balm despite being the first to have taken him. His wondrous presence was soothing as those movements picked up and accelerated.

His kiss and licks atop Isik's head were, somehow, a peaceful touch amidst the movements that churned his flooded guts.

Isik did not peel away. The opposite. He pressed his head against the chest, no longer moving an inch; he let the Komodo Dragon do all the work with careful movements, devoid of any excess. It was love… Making love. Nothing like fucking with a one-night stand. Or the parties with a few friends.

Isik grabbed and dug his fingers tighter into the Komodo Dragon's belly while he felt something warm and hot pour inside him.

Like that, the pain was gone. Such a profound pain. He teared up and smiled, feeling no longer any hint of soreness and pain in his limbs. No sluggishness. Nothing that had been plaguing him those last few hours.

He smiled… He smiled as he felt Rehu shake and tremble, going for another orgasm, another filling.

-

“Isik, let me help you."

An offered hand.

Isik took it, putting his smaller hand inside that palm, only for the fingers to close and hide the hand away. The scales were wondrously soft in the palm, against the pads, but the calloused digits were stroking the back of his hand while he took a step forward. And another.

The other hand? He kept it beneath his belly, lessening the pressure on his strained guts. He felt them heavy, so taut. He had gone from relatively thin to round. His belly sagged on the front, making him wonder how the Komodo Dragons moved with such ease despite what they had between their legs.

And his breasts...

“We are almost there."

“Do-"

The question died in the Snow Leopard's mouth as he was about to ask it. The same as before. The very same he had offered to Rehu and Rehai, only to be met with refusal.

[I]“Do we have to do it in front of the entire village?"

[/I]Rehu referred to Rehai's position of authority as the Shaman and how he could only help Isik. Rehai answered by mentioning the traditions they had with each Eslani.

The very same traditions they had been following for the last few months: from the declaration of Isik's first pregnancy, to the announcement of the number of eggs, to the dances, to the banquets with each milestone in his pregnancy.

Each time, he had been swarmed with gifts he could not refuse until he was overwhelmed under the rich-blue tapestries depicting the seas, the purple-dyed wraps to cover his budding chest and bolster it, the collars made of iridescent seashells. So many had been placed around the bed pit, his de-facto room.

But traditions… Traditions were not the reasons why Isik's question died at his lips as his wobbly legs advanced on the paved stone, each step more tremulous than the former. His breasts were already sagging on each side of his belly, unsupported and brimming with milk. They only added more weight They pulled him down. And they were only the firsts, the three other pairs were steadily growing but not fast enough. He felt like he should drop down and not move. But no, he continued.

He didn't care for the traditions… But the friendly villagers.

He cared for the chubby Reshi brothers, an off-shot of Rehai's family working as the village cooks, bearing joyful smiles as they hugged each other. He saw it in the hunters, monsters of intertwined muscles, as they shouted praises. He saw it in the Kil, a tri-generational and lanky family of farmers who danced and played with their tiny drums.

The village was alight. Reed and grass had been thrown on his path to trace the route he would take across the town.

Poles had been erected and planted in the stone, to which the youngest and thinnest Komodo Dragon had attached garlands composed of woven grass and flowers. They crisscrossed atop the road, illuminated by the many torches placed by every occupied house or workshop, whether near the door or the arches leading to the garden, to signify their delight in Isik's presence.

Multi-generational families were waiting for him, having set aside their typical tools or sundries hanging near their doors. A few even went as far as carving a makeshift statue of him, whether in stone or wood. And some even went as far as reaching for him, stroking his shoulder or touching his arm. But never more. They were keeping the distance, a respectful distance he was glad it was enforced.

The aroma of cooked food hanging in the air, from the communal kitchen, was enough to drive Isik's appetite as they passed before each of them. A banquet was waiting for them.

He could see it in the plates on the nearby tables, stacked in the back, and waiting to be pulled out once the celebration was complete.

Even the communal houses, left empty, were bustling with bedrolls, trunks, and other signs people had moved in for the celebration.

Isik did not ask why it was important.

He saw how much effort all those people had made to make it a joyful day. He sighed, unable to resist the thanks and the hands patting his shoulders as they wanted, too, to have one of his children. He couldn't resist their genuine appreciation and desires, their honesty that was bare of any perversion. For them, it was something typical or expected.

Something that was to be appreciated like the start of a new life. And not only the entire village had gathered, turning the place into an alight brazier.

The other villages and smaller communities had gathered until every adjacent street was bustling with more Komodo Dragons of all shapes. Until they formed a cohesive and growing crowd following his every movement. Beneath his foot, the grass crushed, broke. But he still took another step, upward.

“We are almost there," encouraged Rehu, his smile contagious enough for Isik to force one, too.

“I hope. I never laid eggs on stairs. They might not like the descent."

“You are so strange, Isik," chuckled the Komodo Dragon, enjoying the hint of dark humor.

In the middle of it all, the pyramid looked like a golden pillar erected to the sky, surrounded by flames. The leaves on the outcropping trees had turned yellow, red, or orange from the lighting… And the golden structure shimmered from all the fires as they arrived at the final steps.

The top of the pyramid had no ceiling whatsoever. It was said a storm took it away a long time ago, as well as the higher steps and the statue of a former King. Instead, there was the moon hanging above as the Snow Leopard was led forward on the gold bed. It was the sole furniture that had been kept. The traditional birthing bed, standing atop the recently built and fuming braziers. Beyond that, the pyramid top was completely flat.

For the occasion, he wore nothing. Even most Komodo Dragons wore nothing except for their scrotum pouch. However, Rehai did. He had a crown made of refined gold, but shark teeth had been incorporated into it as much as feathers, making it look tribal despite the refined engravings. He looked at Isik as the Snow Leopard reclined on the bed, Isik spreading his legs and showing his posterior to the first Komodo Dragon that would receive his egg.

They were Rehu's eggs. But to be allowed to breed an Eslan, a family and its members had to care for one egg until it hatched. If so, it meant they were fitting parents and were allowed another child in their lineage, and therefore, sustain the familial craftsmanship.

There were no words as Rehai spread his arms, extending them outward before the fumes somehow approached Isik. White like snow, they rushed to Isik's face, and he coughed… And then groaned as he felt his muscles tensing and working on their own. Rehai had warned him. But it didn't make the sensations easier as he felt his oversized abdomen, full with four of Rehu's eggs, contract. His asshole opened, releasing a flood of natural lubricant on the gold while the crowd watched in awe.

The musky liquid was clean, but omnipresent as Isik clenched his teeth. He was still held by Rehu, his smile thinner but genuine. He was waiting, happy, yet expecting everything would go well.

It would… Isik had been prepared. Drugged. Trained with toys, with fake gold eggs. They danced for him, they prayed for him, they did whatever they could. And it seemed to be enough for the Snow Leopard that was still lost in that place, but feeling happy.

Happy as the pain from birth was slowly giving place to relief as the tension in his guts eased, as his asshole no longer burned as much… And one hunter, an old warrior named Kirai and bearing many scars, received the first egg alongside his more youthful and outright lithe partner.

“One…" mumbled Isik with a smile as he was giving birth to a new generation and yet, wasn't ashamed as the crowd watched his gaping asshole, his ruined rosebud, his outstretched rim being forced open by another crowning egg.

“Two…" he sighed, counting to himself as he closed his eyes, his body working on its own.

“Three," he groaned, stretching his neck and watching Rehai smile. Something he had never seen before.

“Four."

It was Rehu's voice that closed the count. He reached for Isik's flattened belly and then his outstretched asshole, fingering it as he leaned on, to kiss the Snow Leopard. With his dexterous fingers, he ensured Isik's hole remained fit and healthy before he pulled away. Saliva still joined their mouths before Rehai lifted a closed fist.

“Our Eslan will carry our next generation! Praise the Idol!"

Joy erupted from the crowd, more Komodo Dragons lifting their fists and cheering. Cheering for Isik.