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“...What did you just say, Kzevah?” “Please let me fuck your feet!” The words spoken by the kneeling rat echoed around the nightly forest, slowly dissipating into the branches of the dense spruce trees surrounding the small campsite. Once they fully disappeared, a heavy blanket of awkwardness and shock descended onto the two characters seated by the campfire. Ryst swallowed, trying his hardest not to look away from the emerald muzzle of his reptilian comrade and his yellow eyes, which flickered in the light of the campfire. He could see that the slender lizard, seated on top of the mossy rock in front of him, was surprised, but he took some solace in the fact that his sinful request wasn’t met with immediate disgust. Still, he couldn’t help the embarrassment or the blush it elicited from tickling his cheeks. The more seconds passed without the anthropomorphic reptile saying a word, the more the brown-furred rodent began to wish the earth would swallow him where he knelt. An amused hiss echoed in the night. And soon after, a chuckle. Ryst could see a shiny row of reptilian teeth getting revealed as the horned lizard smiled in the dark. “Kzevah… You look surprisingly adorable when you are begging for something.” Vyeras chuckled, leaning his emerald head with its crown of six sharp horns towards his fellow thief. “There’s no need to be nervous. I am not offended by what you’re asking, however… I’m curious as to where you got the idea to ask something of that nature from me. And before you answer, please breathe, Kzevah. Deep breaths… In… And out.” Ryst did as the reptile told him to, feeling partial relief and anxiety over Vyeras’ response. As well as he usually got along with him, as a smaller male of the two, he couldn’t help feeling slightly intimidated by the Xiarathian. The tight-fitting set of dark leather armor, which made his body merge with the surrounding shadows, as well as the pointy silhouette of his hefty horns being drawn against the night sky, made the anthropomorphic reptile appear quite menacing. “Sorry to spring this on you all of a sudden.” Ryst eventually sighed, bashfully scratching his neck. “It’s just… Well… I’ve been having trouble concentrating these past few days… Ever since we departed from the guild, really. I just… Well… Uhh~...” Vyeras hissed and crossed his legs, pulling his head back into the shadows that covered his mossy seat. “Brathas babbled, didn’t he?” “...Yes.” Ryst nodded, trying not to meet the accusatory gaze of the lizard. “That Gnyxt!” Vyeras spat, lashing the grass around the rock with his tail. “That’s the last time I attribute some tact and secrecy to that bloody brute. I knew he would spill the secret eventually, but that it only took him two days to do so… Vaeherae Gnyxtat!” “Well… You know how he is. Once he gets a few tankards in, that bull will not stop talking. You could gag him, and he would still manage to tell half the guild how he bribed the duke’s bodyguard into letting him out of the castle jail with a blowjob worthy of ballads.” Ryst chuckled. “Haaaa~ I know, I know… He’s always had more mass in his testicles than he does between his ears.” Vyeras sighed, leaning back against the rock as he momentarily turned his eyes towards the sky. “So… I take it he told you what happened after our last heist?” “He did, yes… And since he told me I… Haven’t been able to stop thinking about… Well…” Ryst mumbled, subtly attaching his gaze to the intricate leather boots on the feet of his reptilian comrade. “Haa~ Yes, I did use my feet to stroke him off at his request. But only after he promised me a quarter of his loot. Not that I found the act itself particularly repulsive. Watching him squirm like that was rather enjoyable. But I would rather not get involved with fellow guild members for obvious reasons. Although I suppose the one thing one does not have to worry about with Brathas is the development of an emotional connection.” Vyeras chuckled, slowly turning his eyes back onto Ryst. The cheeky smile from before returned to his muzzle. “So you’re someone who fancies feet? And judging by what you asked, and how you asked it… You’re not someone like our mutual bull acquaintance, who was just out to experiment.” The question stuck Ryst like a dagger, and emotions of shame and anxiety momentarily tightened his chest. “Oh, please do not take this as me mocking your proclivities! I know my kind can seem a bit serious and unfeeling, but we do not have any strict precepts regarding matters of the flesh. I am merely curious. About what it is in feet, particularly mine, that attracts a male such as yourself.” The golden lizard eyes stared at Ryst with genuine intrigue. “I… I don’t really know how I would explain it. I just happen to like them… Feet, I mean. I’m not sure when I even began to like them, to be honest. I suppose it’s just something… Different. Perhaps a bit taboo, in a way.” Ryst began to explain, eyeing the tips of Vyeras’ dark boots. “As for yours in particular… Well, they are quite big. Not to mention, scaly feet overall are somewhat peculiar compared to paws. Exotic is the word, I suppose. The scales are smoother than the rough pads found on most paws… There’s no fur, so the entire sole is fully exposed. The heel and ankle are a lot more delicate, and they stand out more… They appear very nimble despite their size. There’s… A lot to admire in reptilian feet.” “I see…” Vyeras muttered slowly. “I had no idea someone held these things in such high regard.” Ryst’s heart skipped a beat, and there was a conspicuous twitch in his trousers as the thorn-visaged reptile un-crossed his legs and gently kicked off his boots with shocking ease. A voluptuous pair of emerald-scaled steppers slipped out from the dark leather boots like their owner had oiled them up, flinging out from the long footwear without any effort, with the flames of the campfire and glow of moonlight dancing on their surface. Ryst could have sworn he witnessed the scene in slow motion as his chest tightened with excitement. The smooth, green flippers dangled in the air with all ten toes twisting playfully as Vyeras extended his legs and inspected his own feet. “They are not that special, are they?” Although Ryst firmly disagreed, he held his tongue. Partially because he had to focus on keeping the bulge on his crotch from swelling up further. “Hmmm… While I fail to see what fascinates you in these things, I find it impossible to disagree with what you said at the start… One cannot explain the inner workings of one’s heart or one’s genitals to another. And perhaps it is better that way.” Ryst was only barely able to process what his Xiarathian companion was saying, as he was fully focused on watching the tantalizing dance of his scaly feet only a meager two dozen inches in front of him. If he hadn’t known better, the kneeling rodent could have sworn the horned lizard was purposefully taunting him, curling his toes and rubbing his feet together in a way that – at least to him – appeared overtly sexual. “My apologies, Kzevah. It was not my intention to provoke you.” Vyeras eventually hissed, lowering his feet as he noticed the brown rodent’s hungry stare. Ryst felt the cold prick of disappointment inside his chest and was still unable to separate his gaze from his comrade’s erotic treaders. He had barely seen the scaly feet in the flesh for a full minute, and his desires were already running rampant. The front of his pants was growing increasingly uncomfortable as the concealed rodent cock within rapidly siphoned blood from the rest of his body. Feelings of great lust and frustration clawed at Ryst’s insides. “A-about what I asked…” He soon spoke up, his voice undulating nervously as he attempted to swallow the saliva rapidly accumulating inside his mouth. “I-I could pay you like Brathas … I-if you want. You can have my whole share of the loot if you-” Ryst’s sentence was cut off by Vyeras, who provocatively pushed the big toe of his right foot onto the stunned rodent’s lips. Ryst could have sworn he heard the sound of fabric stretching violently as his rat cock jumped into full mast that very instant. His eyes widened, and he shuddered with shock and delight. A few seconds passed, and Vyeras slowly retracted his foot. He cast a coy smile onto the disheveled rodent who had folded his big rat ears out of shock. “I know I might not display it, but I happen to like you a fair bit, Kzevah. You’re sincere and modest despite your occupation. You tend to matters diligently and are not afraid to latch onto details should the situation require it. For what it’s worth, I think you possess the foresight and perception unmatched by all but a few select individuals in our entire organization… To rephrase myself… I respect you as a fellow thief and guild member. More than you might realize.” Ryst swallowed, staring at the thorny visage and the piercing yellow eyes that returned his gaze. “My feet are yours for tonight. But I will not accept your money. Just… Consider this as a favor I am doing to you. Repay me with a favor when the opportunity next presents itself.” Vyeras hissed, a hint of seduction in his voice. “But first, excuse me, for I wish to get a bit more comfortable before we begin. And I reckon you will be wanting to do the same.” The green reptile smirked, glancing down at the giant bulge that had appeared on Ryst’s groin. Ryst stood up and began removing his armor, subtly eyeing Vyeras, who was doing the same. Despite appearing quite bulky with his armor on, the anthro reptile possessed a relatively slender body. His shoulders were delicate and narrow, and the silhouettes of his arms appeared soft and willowy. The shadows worked well in concealing any and all muscle definitions on the Xiarathian’s upper body, and the slight shine granted to his scales by the moon above made his whole figure appear androgynous, almost effeminate even. This perception of Ryst’s was only reinforced when the lizard bent down and removed his greaves. In contrast to his narrow waist, Vyeras’ scaly hips were surprisingly well-rounded. Ryst was unable to stop his eyes from growing wider as the delicate lizard took off his reinforced trousers and the bountiful curves of his behind spilled out into his view. Even knowing that Xiarathians had strong legs due to their natural habitat, he had not expected the reptilian rear to look this appetizing. The pair of emerald moons glimmered in the dim light cast on them by the moon and the flickering flames of the campfire, still partially covered in shadow. The only thing obstructing Ryst’s view of the voluptuous cheeks was the narrow Xiarathian loincloth, which dangled under the constant threat of being swallowed up by the two scaly mounds it was supposed to cover. Vyeras’ thick tail soon swung down to provide some more protection to the meaty lizard rump, curving elegantly along the round shape of the fat buttocks. Ryst raised his gaze and saw Vyeras looking at him over his shoulder. He smiled. Ryst blushed. The rat quickly faced the other way as he hastily took off his shirt and dropped his trousers. Whenever he turned back around, Vyeras was lying prone on the mossy rock, his scaly feet stuck out towards the camp. The shadows swallowed almost everything above the reptile’s ankles, making it appear as if the emerald feet were floating in the air by themselves. Ryst had to really focus his eyes to see the mountainous buttocks and horned head of his comrade, which lay beyond the veil of darkness. A sudden spasm of bliss clenched Ryst’s genitals, prompting a small string of pre to erupt from his member. Despite him being absolutely rock fucking hard, Ryst’s rodent glans remained hidden behind his foreskin, which the brown rat had always possessed lots of. Looking at Vyeras’s feet gave Ryst a powerful urge to touch his own member; an urge which he was only barely able to ignore as more pre drooled out from the foreskin-wrapped tip of his malehood. “That’s quite the impressive instrument for a rodent… Not to imply anything demeaning, of course. But still… It’s almost as long as Brathas’. And he’s a bovine for Zikh’s sake.” Vyeras hissed from the darkness, devouring the view of the towering rodent cock with his yellow eyes. “Thanks… I suppose.” Ryst chuckled, carefully pulling his foreskin back by the middle of his shaft, exposing the throbbing helmet of his erection. He was quite aware of the uniqueness of his endowment, which was almost disproportionally long compared to its girth. Whereas he perfectly matched the average rat in the latter category, his length was almost double what most of his kin could hope for. He had never measured it, but he reckoned his cock to be close to fifteen inches when it was erect. He had never been one to care about such matters, after all. “Hmmm… Feel free to get started on your accord. As I said, my feet are yours… Do with them as you wish.” Vyeras hissed, playfully wiggling his scaly toes at Ryst, who gushed some more rat pre onto the campsite grass. Experiencing a few seconds of inner turmoil over what he should do first – or what he would even dare to do – with his comrade’s paws, Ryst eventually knelt back down and scooted himself over to the prone reptile’s feet. His heart was pounding, and his mouth felt dry as he came within a few inches of the scaly soles that were extended his way so enticingly. He tried to calm his nerves by taking deep breaths, only to have his efforts foiled by the incessant, relentless throbbing of his long rat cock that vocally refused to settle down for even a single second in the presence of the sexy green soles. After a while, he stopped trying to calm down and simply focused on engraving the erotic image of the Xiarathian stompers into his memories. “Your feet… They are remarkably clean. Y-you know, for the feet of a mercenary.” Ryst muttered, observing the shiny scales of the majestic soles, paying attention to every small wrinkle and crease he could spot. “The ancient Xiarathians considered the earth a deity. They thought it would be disrespectful to tread on it with dirty feet without a proper reason. That’s why every time they emerged from the marsh, they would find the nearest stream of clean water and wash their feet out of respect… It is a habit that is still practiced by almost all of my kin, myself included. It is also why most of the civilized tribes invest in paved roads and why decorative footwear is quite common. Especially so in the marshes.” Ryst swallowed, momentarily imagining Vyeras’ feet with different kinds of ornaments. Golden anklets, shiny leather sandals, dazzling rings on the toes, and even elegant high heels. The mental imagery alone made the excited rat squirt out more pre by the fistful. “...And yet you ask why I am attracted to feet like yours.” Ryst chuckled, wiping some drool off the side of his mouth. Vyeras hissed with amusement. “Just so you know… I washed them in the creek after we set up camp… They should be about as fresh as they can be.” The lizard sighed, slowly wiggling his feet in front of Ryst’s face. Unable to contain his desires for much longer, Ryst grabbed one of Vyeras’ feet as gently as he could and took a long, vertical lick along its scaly surface. He could feel the soft sole and the lizard attached to it twitch, but Vyeras didn’t seem to otherwise protest the impulsive act of lust. Ryst breathed in and out before repeating his stunt, tracing the large lizard foot from its big toe up to its ankle with his tongue while small sparks of bliss popped all over his body. Vyeras curled his toes and voiced a soft chuckle. “That tickles… You have a greedy tongue, Kzevah. But you move it with passion. I look forward to seeing what you can do with it.” Ejaculating another messy string of pre onto the mossy rock before him, Ryst took another taste of Vyeras’ sole. This time, he moved his tongue slowly, dragging it from side to side, covering the entire foot, exploring all of its dunes and wrinkles with his taster. He kissed its scaly surface at multiple places, feeling the soft scaly skin against his lips while inhaling the subtle odor of creekwater mixed in with the natural pheromones of the green reptile’s body. He was in heaven. Wetting the entire foot with his saliva, Ryst moved onto the erotic group of toes adorning the emerald stepper, subjecting each of them to the same treatment. He opened his mouth and gently bit down on Vyeras’ big toe, sucking it into his mouth and tickling it with his tongue while his erection twitched in ecstasy. From the corner of his eye, he saw the green Xiarathian’s tail writhing on the mossy rock. He took it as the lizard enjoying himself, although his judgment was most certainly biased because of the powerful satisfaction he was presently feeling in his loins. Ryst went through the scaly toes one by one, making out with each one individually, licking their surroundings, sucking on them, and lapping at the gaps between them all to extract the most pheromones from the creature they belonged to. All of it felt like a dream. A wonderful, erotic dream. Ryst had barely touched his cock and was already coming close to spilling his essence all over the place just from worshipping Vyeras’ foot. He had yet to even touch the other one, which twitched and curled on the edge of his view, reacting in sync with its sibling submerged in rat saliva. Whenever Ryst eventually did move over to the other scaly paddle, he was out of breath, and the fur on his muzzle was matted by saliva. He proceeded to feast on the glorious scaly stepper in a slightly different fashion, using his lips and teeth to explore the peculiar texture of the foot with gentle bites and nibbles. It wasn’t until then that he took note of how cool the surface of the reptilian sock-stretchers was. With non-scalies, the pads of the paw were usually quite warm due to their bodies’ internal heat-regulation. Xiarathians, like other reptiles, had no need for such a trait as they were cold-blooded. Vyeras’ soft hiss echoed in the nightly forest as the brown rodent indulged himself in a lewd banquet of sexy thief trotters, devouring his comrade’s feet with unbound enthusiasm. Even after making out with the flat leg extensions for nearly three full minutes, Ryst was still unable to get over how perfect and sexy the green reptile’s feet were. They were large in area, but delicate where it counted. Their surface was soft and smooth, but beyond that lay profound firmness that spoke well to the structure of both feet. The arch was incredibly well-defined on each foot, and the ankles they were connected to were as elegant as ankles could be. Ryst really wished he could have seen Vyeras’ feet in a pair of sexy shoes or other erotic foot adornments. Even though he could have been perfectly content kissing and licking the Xiarathian boot-stuffers the entire night, the throbbing sensation within Ryst’s loins eventually prompted the rodent to move on. His eyes twinkled with frenzy as he stood up from the campsite grass and slapped his long rodent cock in between the saliva-lubricated steppers. He immediately winced as the touch prompted a serpent of pre to explode out of his cock, and onto Vyeras’ long, scaly legs. “Oh~! You’re finally getting to the good part!” Vyeras hissed, surprising Ryst by pressing his feet together around the rat’s equine-length member. The next rope of rat pre was launched upwards at a slight angle, landing a few inches left of the lying reptile’s left thigh. “Hmmm~ Your member feels like it is getting impatient… Did you really get this far along just from worshipping my humble feet?” Vyeras muttered, gently rubbing the narrow rat schlong with his feet. “I’m impressed by your passion… But I reckon you still haven’t shown me all of it.” Ryst was able to draw breath only through great effort. He wanted to moan, gasp, breathe, squeal, and groan all at the same time as the indescribable surge of satisfaction fluctuated within his lower body. Whatever he was planning to do with Vyeras’ feet, he had to do it fast. Grabbing both of Vyera’s sandal sexifiers with shaky paws, Ryst pressed them against his shaft and began to hump with abandon. His hips moved completely on their own, thrusting the long rodent cock into the slippery caress of the green lizard soles without reprieve. Had there even been a connection between Ryst’s brain and loins at the start of the intense foot fornication, it was most certainly severed the instant the wild, orgasmic rush of ecstasy slammed through the brown rat’s lower half. From there on out, everything Ryst’s body did was fully dictated by his instincts. The movement of his hips became desperate, mindless, and intoxicatingly satisfying. The best kind of humping a rat was capable of. Ryst had nothing left to do except to surrender himself to the ruthless thrashing of carnal satisfaction. The rodent thief didn’t end up lasting long, or pretty much at all. He couldn’t. Not with how incredible Vyeras’ feet were. After just a few fleeting moments of fucking the soft tunnel formed by the scaly pedals, the essence began to rise from Ryst’s testes, getting sucked up into his urethra with such haste it almost shocked the rodent himself. The extensive rat dick throbbed once, nudging the thick rodent jizz a little over halfway down the excessively long shaft. The subsequent second could have lasted fifteen minutes for all Ryst cared, as his cock took its sweet time throbbing again, which eventually unleashed the liquid mass seeking to erupt from the taut barrel of the rodent breeding rifle. Ryst was just in the middle of pulling his hips back when the ejaculation occurred. He ended up busting a real fat one all over Vyeras’ soles, releasing a mighty deluge of thick rodent sperm onto the sexy reptilian feet in a matter of seconds. The long rodent fuckpole throbbed. Ropes upon ropes of sticky rat essence slammed against the hefty reptilian feet. In a matter of seconds, the scaly emerald platters received a generous, cloudy glaze of fertility fluids as Ryst drenched his comrade’s paws with his bountiful rodent jizz. The ejaculation felt absolutely divine. Even the most skilled poet would not have been able to eloquently describe the degree to which it brought pleasure to Ryst. Vyeras said something which Ryst was unable to comprehend as he continued to unload one ivory serpent after another onto the scaly thief’s erotic steppers. Ryst turned his muzzle towards the night sky and moaned. His body felt light. His cock was on fire, melting in the infernal heat of berserk pleasure. “Kzevah Atzzak! I had high expectations for the amount of emission you would be able to produce, but… This is beyond impressive. Bryezheva Isshik… I take it you haven’t visited a brothel in a good while… Essheeverah… This is just…” Whatever the reptile was about to say was reduced to a low hiss as he was unable to come up with the words to describe the load Ryst had just showered his feet with. Ryst watched wide-eyed as the horn-adorned lizard lifted his feet, curling his toes and shifting the viscous mass of rodent sex goo layered on top of his emerald scales. Watching the sticky cum coating the magnificent twin meadows of feetly finesse, dangling from the scaly toes, slowly dripping to the ground made Ryst’s heart skip a beat. His mind and his genitals connected for one brief impulse of lust, upon which the horny rat immediately acted. Ryst grabbed his cock with both hands and began stroking. The response from his genitals was immediate. Picking up right where they left off, the long rodent shaft and the accompanying testes began pulsing and twitching with reproductive desire as if Ryst hadn’t just ejaculated a bucketload a few seconds ago. The visual stimulation from the heavily creampied paws was so fierce that it elevated the masturbation to another level. In a way, it felt even better than when Ryst had actually humped the Vyeras’ feet. Once again losing sight of everything that wasn’t his comrade’s messy, emerald paddles, Ryst milked his monstrously long shaft. He worked his cock like a churn, gripping it firmly with both hands, fiercely yanking them up and down his sex while the batter inside his balls was indeed churning. Ryst had never jerked off with such animalistic vigor. His passionate efforts of seed extraction also appeared to impress Vyeras, who had turned onto his side and was observing the desperate expression of wanton lust with curious eyes. A reptilian tongue flicked the air in the shadows for the raunchy scent of a rutting rat. Ryst’s second orgasm was nearly as swift as his first one. Whilst pulling his hands to his hilt, the restless rodent cock spontaneously exploded with seed, sending another barrage of rat sperm onto the resting reptile’s feet. The viscous liquid splashed onto the messy soles in multiple intense bursts, rebounding off the firm surface of the reptilian steppers and drizzling onto the grass in a glorious mess of rodent impregnation prowess. Vyeras even appeared to push his feet closer to the tip of Ryst’s breeding pillar, trying to catch as many of the liquid sperm snakes as he could onto his toes and arch, seemingly unbothered that a few strands of the sticky stuff ended up landing on his ankles or shins. Ryst’s heart beat so fast for a few seconds, the rat thought he was going to perish from ejaculating too hard. Eventually, the zealous orgasm only ended up costing him his balance. Feeling all kinds of dizzy, Ryst fell onto his knees while his cock continued to ejaculate. His muzzle was pointed skyward, and his mouth hung open as he breathed with all his body. As the cool night air caressed his bare, twitching body, the rodent thief felt as if he was floating, if only for a fleeting while. His mind had yet to fully catch up to all that had happened after he detached his tongue from Vyeras’ soles, and it had to rewind the events through Ryst’s head multiple times before the rat was able to start perceiving his surroundings again. “Hmmm~ I seem to have underestimated how much you fancied my soles, Kzevah Ifhar. I have yet to see a male who would be capable of such a voluminous output, not to mention twice in succession. Color me impressed.” Ryst was still trying to regain his vision as he heard Vyeras’ words slithering around him. “...Another thing I seemingly underestimated was how much enjoyment there was to be derived from getting one’s feet treated with such passion. Truly, I did not see myself getting as agitated as I am now… An occurrence most surprising, but also pleasant.” Ryst was finally able to focus his gaze on the lizard who was talking to him. The horn-headed reptile was sitting on top of his mossy throne, his legs spread, and an abundantly huge Xiarathian cock standing erect on his groin. Vyeras was quite well-endowed. Almost shockingly so. His member possessed both the length and girth to be classified as somewhat of a monster. It was the last kind of cock Ryst would have expected to find on the otherwise effeminate lizard. “About that favor we discussed… Would you mind?” Ryst was too high on the collective euphoria from his two orgasms to refuse. Still breathing rather heavily, he opened up his mouth and offered it for Vyeras to use. “Splendid… And do not think I have forgotten about this thing.” Ryst shuddered as he felt Vyeras’ cum-glazed toes flicking at his cock. “Now… Open wide Kzevah…” Vyeras used his hands to angle his humongous lizard cock towards its intended target, hissing softly as he began feeding the meaty shaft to the blissful rodent in front of him. He nudged his scaly buttocks forward on the mossy rock, gently scooping Ryst’s chin into his left hand to guide himself inside the salivating rat muzzle. The scaly cock was hot and restless as it entered Ryst’s mouth, twitching excitedly and expelling the watery Xiarathian pre to the back of the kneeling rodent’s throat. Although he had no prior experience sucking off anyone, Ryst managed to swallow inch after inch of Vyeras’ sex meat, even as the magnificent mating tool continued creeping past his mouth and into his throat. The powerful post-climax relaxation seemed to have temporarily disabled the gag reflex within his body, and the impressively proportioned lizard dick was free to intrude as deep into Ryst’s esophagus as it desired. “Kzevah els astharel… Vineah ust avars…” The words spoken in Vyeras’ native tongue echoed around Ryst as the reptile’s scaly groin finally pressed against his lips. Ryst breathed slowly through his nostrils. He could feel the entire length and girth of Vyeras’ incredible member inside him. There was a lot more of it than he had anticipated. He wondered how he would have looked from an outsider’s point of view. Could they have seen the fat Xiarathian cock bulging out his throat? And what kind of expression would adorn his muzzle now that his mouth was stuffed full of lizard sex? The rat wasn’t able to dwell on the questions for long, as Vyeras promptly began rocking his scaly hips. The thick shaft started gliding up and down Ryst’s throat in a steady rhythm, rubbing against his tongue and getting caressed by his lips as it was Vyeras’ turn to indulge himself in some carnal delights. Multiple streaks of rodent saliva began drooling down Ryst’s chin as the thick lizard cock rapidly plunged in and out of his throat, tickling his tonsils each time his nose met with Vyeras’ scaly crotch. The hasty movement prompted the inexperienced rat to groan and gargle a little bit, shifting his oral anatomy in ways he was not used to, stopping him from swallowing all the saliva that was pooling inside his maw. It was slightly uncomfortable, but nothing Ryst was unable to deal with. And whenever Vyeras’ cummy feet found their way onto his stubbornly erect cock, Ryst forgot all about any physical hardships the deepthroat throatfuck caused him. The sticky, moist toes of the green Xiarathian latched themselves onto Ryst’s cock, starting to stroke, squeeze, and pinch the slender shaft, which regained its stiffness within a couple of heartbeats. The pleasure began to pound Ryst’s rat genitals from within. Every subtle touch and nudge from the messy lizard flippers fueled the sensation. The smooth soles slipped up and down the lengthy rodent pole, occasionally stopping near the hilt to nudge and tease Ryst’s balls, which were lovingly kneaded by Vyeras' devious toes. Ryst’s cock was just slim enough to fit between Vyeras’ big toe and pointer toe, which allowed the reptile to squeeze and stroke the rat cock with only one foot. And while that one foot was busy jerking Ryst off with its toes, the other might climb up to his tip and playfully attempt to grasp the throbbing cockhead in the same manner, or simply just rub its sole against the ample stream of pre bursting out of the kneeling rodent’s urethra. Ryst’s foreskin wasn’t exempt from the erotic mischief of Vyeras’ toes either. Ryst became so lost in the intoxicating bliss that the sensual footplay elicited in him that he barely even noticed when Vyeras was about to cum. He only wised up to the oncoming oral creampie once he heard the velvety hiss slithering out from his comrade’s green muzzle. Ryst quickly found his lips pressed up against the lusty Xiarathian's groin and felt the vigorous throbbing of the – fuckpole all the way down by his tonsils. “Eesshevarakti…Unvoss!” Vyeras hissed as the warm reptile jizz began pouring out of his restless member. It was difficult for Ryst to fully assess the volume and texture of the load that was being actively pumped inside his belly, but from how much Vyeras’ dick seemed to swell up with each throb, he could imagine the reptile’s output to be quite formidable. He felt the sticky liquid traveling down his throat in hefty bursts, getting deposited directly into his stomach without him ever even tasting it. The sensation of it was strange to say the least. Especially since Ryst was forced to experience it over and over and over again as the Xiarathian’s climax seemingly had no end. But with how lovingly Vyeras’ toes kept caressing his cock, Ryst wouldn’t have minded spending the rest of the night with his lizard comrade’s balls pressed against his jaw, slurping down his male gunk. The reptilian toes abruptly tightened their grip on Ryst’s shaft, prompting him to shudder as his desires took one giant leap closer to an orgasm. He whimpered against the scaly cock as he felt both the big and pointer toes of his fellow thief grasping his shaft and immediately started jerking it at a momentous speed. Within seconds, his flesh was already being overwhelmed, and he could feel the next load of rat jizz getting forcibly sucked up his urethra towards the outside world. Ryst’s pupils got knocked up into his skull as a third orgasm took hold of his loins, wringing out all the seed he had left over from his previous two in the most explosive fashion possible. He was able to vaguely hear the splattering of his rat milk against one of Vyeras’ soles, which the reptile had moved to block the fierce eruption of potency he had helped bring forth. But soon, even that sound was drowned out by the velvety, dark hiss of a deeply satisfied Xiarathian, which reverberated in the air around the two male anthros while the blaze of their campfire gradually dwindled. … Ryst found himself on the ground, staring up at the starry night sky with no recollection of how he got there. His heart was beating like it was about to give out, and his balls ached as if he had been sitting on an anthill for the past half an hour. He was sweaty and out of breath. His body felt weak. Weak, but incredibly relaxed. “Welcome back…” Vyeras’ smooth voice greeted the rodent from somewhere outside his view. “I applaud you for holding up your end of the bargain… It has been a while since I’ve last been able to enjoy the warmth of someone’s muzzle. Most of my partners are quite intimidated by my size, you see… It is not often that I can fully indulge myself in another creature’s maw… Which makes it all the more pleasurable once I can.” Ryst saw something creeping into his view from the left. That something soon revealed itself to be one of Vyeras’ feet, still glazed and dripping with Ryst’s seed. The rat felt his chest growing tighter as the emerald pedal was brought directly above his face. A single drop of the sticky breeding liquid landed onto his cheek. “If you still possess the stamina… I would not be opposed to continuing. I did say my feet would be yours for the night. And as far as I can tell, the sun has yet to come up… Oh! It looks like you have stamina after all. Heh~ What a delightfully bawdy creature you are, Ryst… Well then… Are you going to clean these things up, or would you rather do something else with them first?”