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A long Tongue for a long Desire

A Lizard’s tongue can help with poison? Perhaps.

There was that hiss.

And that stench, that reptilian stench that permeated everything in his presence, even him. However, Panthro couldn’t throw a tantrum. Couldn’t act as difficult as his body ached. As his groin was on fire.

He felt as if he were about to collapse; should he not give in. He’d tried to act tougher than he was. Worse, he’d tried not to give away any sign of weakness.

And sure enough, he’d even had to beat someone’s head two or three times before the message got in.

But no more.

No more, as he looked at that stupid Lizard with milky white eyes and that elongated neck.

Kask, that was his name, though he looked closer to being a crossbreed than a pure Lizard. His lanky build was perfect for him to be a scout, and his dark green scales were good enough to hide in the vegetation compared to Panthro’s blue fur.

However, there was a detail. He was loud… Even sniffing was loud with Kask. And the Lizard was definitely a smelly one, musky to a fault. His odor was enough to make Panthro notice whenever the Lizard was far too close.

And yet, they had to collaborate somehow.

They were crossing a river, trying to access a temple somewhere deep in a jungle, when the Lizards ambushed them. For a second, Panthro and the Thundercats were about to win before a river flood hit and swept them away.

Panthro remembered seeing Tygra save Lion-O. Cheetara had grabbed the kids and saved their manes. But no trees could support Panthro’s weight, and he got swept away.

Until he woke up, what he assumed to be a few hours later, alone on a bank.

He found Kask later, and they fought before they reached a conclusion. Kask was too fast to be hit, but he couldn’t come closer to Panthro without getting beaten.

Which led to a status quo, an unlikely alliance… And one Panthro might have endured well… If not for the bite.

It had to be a plant. Or an animal. Or something alive.

Whatever it was, it bit Panthro in the leg after he woke up, and he only noticed it in the late evening. But by then, it was too late.

The poison was already going through his veins, and Panthro felt it like fire and icy shards. A fire accumulated down his groin, and icy shards along his cock.

He’d endured when they ate roots… Just long enough to wait until the Lizard fell asleep so as to check his groin.

His balls looked bigger. His groin was on fire. And his cock, despite all the need, despite all the tension, despite all the pressure… Well, it was soft.

His large but uncut cock was floppy, and when he picked it… It didn’t react. He pinched the skin; no pain, only the exacerbated icy touch. Then he gripped it, pumped it. He pulled on the foreskin, exposing the soft glans.

Nothing. The pleasure felt different, almost lessened. And even if he pumped, even if he humped, even if he jolted his hips to the point of making the log underneath creak… Nothing.

“Must be a poison,” he growled in desperation as he tucked his drippy cock and aching balls back into his pants before he woke up the Lizard for his turn.

The next days, however, the torture got worse.

Panthro definitely felt something was wrong, and it wasn’t getting any better. The heat never stopped, and not even dipping into the river’s icy waters helped with that.

At the end, with his legs spread, Panthro walked alongside Kask, guided by the Lizard who knew the environment much better than he did.

In fact, Panthro might have been stuck many times if not for the dumb Lizard who was sticking to his side, constantly hissing and panting.

“Hey, Lizard brain. Why won’t you find us prey?”

“I don’t want to lose such a good prey,” replied Kask, turning his head to Panthro with saliva dripping from his toothy mouth.

“Sure…”

With a side glance, Panthro saw Kask moving out of the way… Allowing him to breathe more freely. To sigh, and then to gasp a moment later when Kask popped in his back, one hand over Panthro’s shoulders.

“Found prey!” said the Lizard, his hissing almost sounding happy, and with saliva dropping over Panthro’s arm before he shook it away and glared.

“Very funny,” he said, his voice tense. “But I meant real prey, to eat.”

“No. Prey ahead,” said Kask, pointing deeper into the jungle.

Which, luckily, was proven true when that evening, around the fire, they enjoyed the roast of a strange creature on six legs. Perhaps like an insect, but whose flesh was oddly tasty despite Panthro’s recriminations.

Once he bit inside… The salty flavor mingled with a tangy note that made him almost purr, then groan, as he licked the juices stuck to the inside of the chitin.

“How do you know about that stuff, scaly?” asked Panthro, dubious yet watching the Lizard do the same.

“I’m a Scout. I know everything around here. Plants, poisons. Food. Mainly food,” he said, waving a clawed finger. It went from spot to spot. “Even prey.”

For a moment, Panthro thought about it, then, with a growl, he removed his boots while ignoring the finger pointed at him.

“Well then, do you know how to help with that?” he asked, raising his right leg to reveal the puncture where he’d been bitten. After brushing his fur away, he revealed the circling wounds as well as the puncture right in the middle.

Kask was there, leaning over with his hand under his chin when his head wasn’t bobbing left and right. His milky eyes were over the wound, with his tongue sometimes flicking… Before he hissed.

“If you don’t know, you can say it,” grumbled Panthro, hiding his hamstring away.

“No. I know it. Clinger poison. It marked you so your body feels warm, you are excited, your cock can’t get hard, your balls ache, and-“

“Enough! What can I do to make it so it doesn’t hurt?”

“You can use your fingers in your hole. Nobody does that, though,” replied Kask, his tongue lolling from his mouth.

“Yeah. Sure. And you don’t have a solution for that?”

“A remedy. But that takes a long time. Or you can wait. It’s better to wait,” said Kask, his lips curling.

“Yeah. I’ll do that,” replied Panthro, surly.

However, he doubted it.

He doubted he could wait… And by the time it was his turn, Panthro couldn’t wait anymore. The Lizard told him there was no solution for him but to wait. But would using his fingers help? For a moment, Panthro eyed his fingers and saw the claws at the tips.

Then, with a sigh, he reclined on a rock.

Once his buckle was off and his pants lowered, he had access to his back entrance.

His hole once exposed ached, different from his testicles and cock…

But it ached the same as he looked at the sleeping Lizard, all curled up, before he slipped a finger between his buttcheeks and touched his entrance.

His hole was clean… But wrinkled, with the muscles tensing under the touch before it relaxed as he circled it, and it felt… Better. Much better, he sighed. As he exhaled. As he closed his eyes while pushing deeper with his finger. While the fingertip pressed onto the muscles, and… The sphincter relaxed. Just enough to make him sigh. To make him tremble, to make him crane his neck as tremors shook his body.

After perhaps three days of constant heat and hurting, the touch was like a delight. Was like a caress for the grumpy and veteran Thundercat. His lips were bitten, his teeth sinking into his lips as his paws twitched…

Then, as he dared to push with his fingers, he… had to fight. To hold it in, to bite deeper and further to the point of bleeding, to restrain his cry. Not to alert Kask or wake him up.

He didn’t want the Lizard to think Panthro was… Doing the deed. But he did it.

He had done it, and when he reopened his eyes, Panthro saw the camp was the same. Kask was still sleeping, but when he glanced down at his abdomen, cum dripped from his soft cock.

And… It felt quite good as he grabbed the organ and squeezed it, forcing the cum out of his cock like from a tube.

It was intense. It was short-lived, but it was the relief Panthro had been looking for as he hastily put his pants back on and reclined…

It was only later that he woke up, with Kask over his head and poking at his face.

“You fell asleep,” said the Lizard, his tongue dripping right by Panthro’s head.

“Hah!” he shouted, standing up only to see that… Well, nothing had happened in his sleep. Relief hit him, then receded, leaving the heat back in his groin. And a throbbing headache, and a slight nausea, while he held his head.

“Ugh. I must have been more tired… Than before,” he explained to the Lizard, who eyed him with that same flat expression before the Scout shrugged.

And stomped away, his tail wagging behind him.

But the shame, the frustration, and the anger remained for Panthro as he sat on the rock, glancing down at his pants.

Down to his bulging groin as he shook his head and then looked at the canopy above.

He didn’t know when he would find his friends. He’d assumed it was hours, but it might have been more, and walking through the jungle was difficult due to the mud and the rocks that had been carried with the flood.

More often than not, they had to avoid the banks that had been destroyed and made difficult to traverse without snaring themselves.

And each day… Each day meant for Panthro to endure the heat.

The night after his first attempt, he didn’t dare to try it again, for fear he’d fall asleep or he would be caught.

The day that followed, he was cranky and angry right until it was his turn on the watch again. And this time, he inserted a finger inside. He almost howled, but the shot of pleasure and the relief were enough to make him smile.

Relief continued as they were definitely lost; Kask was telling him they were approaching their sources, but Panthro wouldn’t know.

However, he knew… He knew about the heat that was getting worse.

And each night, he would dare a little more. Another finger, his own saliva, a third finger. Then four. Then, the nights were not enough as he took breaks between their long marches.

His legs quivered whenever he felt the heat going back… And he was quick to bend against a tree, pushing and pumping four fingers inside his musky asshole while feeling his soft cock dripping between his legs.

And the Lizard… Well, the Lizard seemed to stay even closer, his tongue always out while his hands were going onto Panthro’s sides, which the Thundercat refused… But slowly warmed up to.

Right until…

Until the moment Panthro was still bending over a tree, pumping inside his ass, when he heard a branch break behind him.

He instantly turned to see Kask looking at him, his white eyes directed at Panthro… At the Cat, four fingers deep inside his ass, the knuckles brushing his rim and stretching it.

Panthro was figuratively with his pants down, no weapons, nothing.

That Lizard could then use it again on him, beat him, capture him…

However, there was but a question: “Need help?”

It didn’t take much for Panthro to lie on his side, one leg lifted as the Lizard was going close to his ass. Hissing, Kask was loud… But he seemed to enjoy Panthro’s ass as he sniffed it.

“The fingers are not enough?” asked Kask, his tone jabbing at Panthro’s ego. And Panthro sighed, having abandoned his grip on his limp cock to stroke it. Nor to massage his aching balls.

“Quiet,” he said with a huff.

That was enough to make the Lizard emit a pleasant hiss before he approached his tongue from Panthro’s gaping orifice. With the poison and Panthro’s regular fingering, the entrance was… It was practically gaping.

Moreover, the musky scent from sweat and the Felin’s natural glans seemed to encourage the Lizard, whose tongue flailed to caress Panthro’s hairy buttcheeks.

His tongue was wonderful. Prehensile, it stroked the buttcheeks that were even warm and sensitive. But once it approached the rim… Panthro had to mind himself.

He closed his eyes and tried to think about something exciting. Claudius’ body? Well, it was about sinning against his King. And Grune? Well, they’d shared many baths together and even shared a few intimate moments while sitting down.

But thinking about them reminded him of how Grune had betrayed him.

Even Dobo was about to remind Panthro of his guilt as his eyes opened, and he looked down.

He looked at Kask with a mixture of disappointment and frustration while that tongue planted inside his ass at once and struck something. Hit something so deep inside Panthro that he’d never touched it.

His reaction was instantaneous: he hissed, he bared his teeth; he mewled… And then, with a pathetic huff, he felt the high already vanishing.

For a mere second, he felt a shot of intense pleasure.

Of intense high. Of something that stole his breath and left him reeling while still feeling the Lizard’s tongue wiggling deep inside his ass. It twisted and rolled; it coated his entrance with saliva…

And it left the hole warm, fuzzy, and pleasant. But not as pleasant anymore. Whatever the Lizard did, it somehow made every sensation dulled for Panthro as he raised his leg further, with the Lizard’s hand going on his buttcheek.

“What did you do?” he asked, breathless.

“Prostate.”

Panthro grunted, though he didn’t know what to say anymore. What the name meant, it had to be specific for the Lizard, as his tongue continued to delve deeper. He’d seen that tongue always lolling out of that mouth as if there was not enough space inside.

But he understood now, as he could almost feel it inside his guts, contorting.

He felt it roll and coil, but never touched that spot again, avoiding it as he pushed deeper and left Panthro gasping… As he grabbed his cock, he pulled on the foreskin to let cum drip.

“That prostate. Can you do it again?”

“So, the mighty Thundercat is a limp-dicked slut, now?”

The question came and instantly hit Panthro’s ego.

He’d allowed an enemy to pleasure him that way. And he had begged him for more.

Which was a humiliation, but he said, “Do it quietly, or I’ll beat you.”

He even growled for the show, trying to make himself more intimidating. Which was worthless when the tongue lashed out again, and so followed the hit, the pleasure, the gasps, the gargle… The dripping before Panthro’s mind returned, and his traits relaxed with his mouth half-open.

“Oh. That’s… Good,” he mumbled, before feeling something shift. The Lizard’s tongue was slipping out of his entrance. “Hey. Keep it inside.”

“I’ve got better,” said Kask with confidence and a chuckle.

A chuckle that certainly didn’t make Panthro act more confident, but afraid when he looked at the Lizard removing his belt from his uniform to reveal… To reveal his cock the moment he opened his pants.

A cock that was long, absurdly so. The skin was pink and yet slick from lubricant as it slipped out of the slit. And the tip was prehensile as it moved around much like a snake, before the Lizard scooted closer, with his cocktip nudging Panthro’s asshole.

“Not… Don’t do that,” growled the Thundercat, waving his fist to push Kask away. But his resistance was weak and futile. Pointless even when the cocktip slipped inside his asshole, and so came the sudden relief. The pleasure that left his eyes open and gawking, with saliva dripping from his lips.

“Do you want me to help you?” asked Kask, his voice a hiss.

“Omen… … Fine,” grumbled Panthro, pushing his forehead against his arm as he felt the Lizard’s dick pushing deeper inside him without his acquiescence.

The burly Veteran didn’t resist much after. He enjoyed the relief brought by that slick cock as it went inside with much ease. So much ease. It was almost cool to the touch, and a balm against his asshole, against his inner walls. Against his spot, as it was poked and prodded and pushed against.

The organ, as prehensile and absurdly lengthy as it was, was definitely moving deep, but with a band that kept that dick rubbing against Panthro’s spot. Against the little point that made the Thundercat yowl and growl, his toes closing and opening while his fists clenched.

He shuddered, feeling that sickeningly sweet orgasm coming closer. An orgasm he didn’t want anymore, now that he was giving his anal virginity to a disgusting Lizard.

But the pleasure it brought, the satisfaction as his cock dripped onto the ground, releasing the pressure he had in his balls… That was enough to make his conviction waver…

And for his resistance to crumble when that tongue licked his neck, sampled the sweat sticking to his blue coat, while that pink shaft was now contorting inside Panthro’s guts, turning and twisting while he felt his intestines being bloated.

It hurt… But that pain, as intense as it was, instantly stopped the moment the Lizard stopped his dick. Kask only needed to give Panthro a short break for the Thundercat’s body to adapt. For his body to relinquish any fight… And for his asshole to relax, allowing more of that dick until the slit was hard-pressed against Panthro’s taint.

“I’ll begin.”

“B-Begin?” asked Panthro, his voice trembling.

But by ‘begin’, it meant for Kask to thrust. For his cock to twist and coil, almost losing ground, while his hips were moving away. A moment of relief, of emptiness, that was to be finished by a powerful hit.

By the retort of the spring-like effect, of the sudden thrust colliding against Panthro’s meaty ass, his inner walls, his sensitive spot.

Panthro definitely mewled from the hit, a reflex he tried to control by biting his arm. But the affront to his pride continued when Kask’s spring-like thrust hit him again, making his body rock and almost be dragged onto the grass until..

Until it was over.

Until Panthro couldn’t take it anymore. Until Panthro truly felt empty, his needy balls drained, and his ass full. His belly full as he heard the Lizard hissing while pulling his dick out, after having pumped over three times inside Panthro.

“You… Won’t tell anyone about this,” muttered Panthro, looking at his bloodied arm, then at Kask, who saluted, his tongue out.

“Yes, sir!”

A salute that felt like a joke. As much as the sworn words from Kask as they parted, with the Lizard happily waddling away while Panthro was left dripping… And then shamelessly squatting over the grass so he could empty the cum inside his asshole.

It was long… lengthy. Enough for him to hear Kask going around, his hissy breath loud while Panthro was pushing against his swollen guts to release the flow… And then, with a mix of shame and dissatisfaction, Panthro grabbed his pants to put them back on. Going right where the Lizard waited for him, ready to continue their journey.

A journey that… Was to stretch. Panthro had seen the river split many times. He’d assumed the others would have remained in their spots and waited for him to join them.

But the idea was more and more far-fetched. Likewise, they could have been captured by the other Lizards.

And his sole company was that Kask… The same Lizard whose hands were now exploring Panthro’s posterior, even rubbing it despite Panthro swatting his hands away every so often.

But that affection, that lust… he couldn’t fight it much.

When it was nighttime, and the fire was lit, Panthro was still squatting by the fire, searing the fish when he heard Kask’s hissy breath… And found himself nose to groin, with that pink cock slipping out of the sheath.

“Need help?” hissed the Lizard, earning Kask a grunt from Panthro, and a side-eye.

“Not really. But you can eat me out,” replied the blue-furred Thundercats as he sat on a log, then leaned forward, just enough to pull his pants down and allow the Lizard to go to town with his hole.

Which… became a regular occurrence.

So often. So much so, one day… They didn’t even leave the camp. Kask had a stamina that could even outdo Panthro.

And the Thundercat, as enduring as he thought he was, was often left panting and gasping, having to recover from the mind-numbing orgasms he’d been inflicted with. Meanwhile, the Lizard would go away, hissing and even chanting to himself before Panthro was left alone…

Just enough for him to recover his wits and be driven by another furious breeding from Kask, who remained close by and waiting.

Waiting for Panthro to be in heat. Panthro to relent. Panthro to accept.

And Panthro to… Submit.

To truly submit as they were by the fire, with Kask once again fucking Panthro’s ass, his dick punching deep into the depths and making Panthro’s belly bloat.

However, far from being idle, Panthro’s legs were locked around Kask’s thin waist, keeping him close while his hands were holding the Lizard’s shoulders…

Yet allowing him to kiss him, to stuff his mouth, to make him taste that rotten and sweet taste in his breath before Kask was let go and Panthro gasped, huffed… And then came again, his soft cock dripping between his legs.

He glanced down at his flaccid cock, picking it between his fingers to wave it around as even Kask seemed to slow down, curious and yet excited by the sight. No, even drooling on Panthro’s genitals while the Thundercat huffed and groaned, squeezing his cock between his fingers.

Cock that definitely felt smaller. Much smaller as he kept squeezing it, forcing the watery cum out as he sighed, his breath short from the dick inside.

“Uh… How long until the poison is out?” he asked, his mouth coated with saliva as he looked up to Kask, to the Lizard who poked at his chin.

“Must have been three days already,” he said, shrugging.

“Three days?” asked Panthro, scoffing and dragging Kask closer with his legs. “I’m still feeling the poison. I’m in heat. It’s not gone.”

“That’s normal.”

The answer, so direct, made Panthro blink while he looked at the Lizard, chuckling; his tongue still lolling out of his mouth.

“The heat is yours, Cat. Not the poison. The poison only made it active, but if you didn’t…”

“Didn’t?” growled Panthro.

“You didn’t want to be a good sissy?” asked Kask, tilting his head.

“Of course not,” roared Panthro, pushing Kask’s chest, but with his legs and feet locked, the effect was pointless. And it was tedious for Panthro to unlock his sore, numb legs. Though he did it slowly.

“Well. Why did you play with yourself?”

Panthro stopped, then raised an eyebrow. He looked down, then back at the curious expression from Kask. Who looked as stunned as Panthro.

“What?”

“If you keep cumming, the poison forces you to stay in heat. It’s out. But you’ve fucked enough now. It should stay.”

“Stay?! What stays? The poison? I didn’t know! The fact I’m… Fuck,” groaned Panthro, feeling the throb against his prostate and the rising pleasure. The rising orgasm, his cocklet dripping over his belly and between his fingers.

“You’re not entirely done. A little more of another plant and you’ll be good to go!” said Kask, his voice hissing yet genuine. “That’s what you want, no?”

“No!” cried Panthro, finally pushing Kask away, forcing the Lizard to peel back, though his cock was still… Inside.

Sure enough, the friction was enough to make Panthro gargle and gawk. To have his mouth open when the throbbing organ rubbed against his prostate again, taking him closer to that orgasm he wanted to push back. To refuse.

But… The mere throb, the mere touch and… There was the feeling of that squirt, of that liquid dripping out.

“O-Omen,” he said, gargling and drooling with a thread dripping from his lips.

“Why did you continue?” asked Kask, his tongue licking the saliva dripping from Panthro’s mouth.

“I- I didn’t, mumbled Panthro, trying again to push back against the Lizard. But his strength was failing him. His arms. His legs. Everything was weak. Weak against the pushy Lizard going back inside, thrusting and stretching Panthro’s orifice.

Making the Thundercat meow again, his cock hurting… And yet wanting more.

“S-Stop fucking me. It- It’ll make it worse,” he said.

“It’s already done,” said Kask, though he moved back with his cock sliding out… With such speed that Panthro clenched his teeth and almost bit his tongue. But… With a pop and a splurt, the cock was out.

But the hole, once abandoned, was winking and making the Cat wince.

Panthro definitely winced, his legs clenching while his expression closed… And he exhaled, his abdominal waist on fire… Similarly to the hole that was a drippy mess, with the lubricant leaking from the top of his inner walls.

“Ahh… I- I-“

“Need it back?” asked Kask, his voice hissing while his cock tip was poking the rim, poking the entrance… Teasing Panthro as he was trying to fight it.

He'd just learned about this… But maybe he could cling to his honor or virtue. He wasn’t just a slut who was to debase himself while letting one brute take his ass.

And yet… he frowned before he scoffed.

“Take… me,” he said, his eyes looking away.

“Sure!”

The Lizard must have saluted, but Panthro didn’t care much. He cared more about the relief and ease that came from that organ going back inside… Finding its rightful place. It's rightful place within the Cat’s guts, stretching him back… making that stomach bulge with the contorting organ going so deep.

But as he grazed his stretched skin, Panthro’s teeth dug into his lips.

“I-… This must stay between us,” he said, his breathing raspy. “If my people find us first.”

“And if Khamai finds us first,” said Kask, chuckling.

The chief of the Lizard Squad. The head of the enemy that had been hounding him, under Slithe and his army…

Panthro gawked at the idea before the worries were washed away when Kask’s cock plunged inside his ass once more. Stuffed him, bloated him… And made his little cock squirt again while under that lanky Lizard.

“Fuck this… Fuck me. D-Do that, Lizard,” groaned Panthro, his legs once more locking around Kask’s waist, but this time dragging him closer. Closer until that slit was fully meeting his ass.

This time, he didn’t let go.

Not when Kask pinched his cock, played with it when he came… Or even nudged his testicles, smacking them. He didn’t care at all; his mind was replying to his earthly desires. To his needs.

To the thirst when he allowed that Lizard’s tongue to go down his throat, to pump saliva right inside his stomach while his intestines were getting bloated with cum again. And again.

He was dooming himself, giving in to that addiction. But he’d done so with the poison.

He'd done so by even allowing one Lizard to fuck him in a moment of weakness and to… beg for more.

He'd done this all to himself. And though he regretted it, he still followed Kask the day after. The Lizard invited him to follow away from the river, deeper into the jungle.

Of their camp, there were only the traces of an extinguished fire, of a few dried traces of cum, and the scent of sex that hung in the air even when the Thundercats found it a little later.

But they didn’t know where Panthro was going… Or what was happening to him.

However, none dared to speak about the semen, the smell, and what seemed to have been a scene of abuse. And perhaps… Nobody would dare to imagine Panthro willed it.

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“Oh… Push deeper,” groaned Panthro, feeling that tongue decidedly swarming his guts and poking at them.

The blue-furred Thundercat was groping himself, pinching his nipples between his knuckles as he sprayed milk all over himself.

Something Kask loved to taste and suck on, saying it was strange Felines could produce something as sweet. Panthro never explained to him how that was unnatural or that he shouldn’t be producing it.

But it mattered little, as he was different. Looked different.

Sure, the rugged Veteran had the same face with the same scars. But his body was simply more voluptuous, down to his breasts, to his large hips… Or even his smaller genitals.

He wasn’t afraid of exposing them to Kask anymore, not as the Lizard was the one who led them in that little town on the frontier… Practically hidden from the Lizards.

Still, Panthro had noticed Lion-O in the market.

In fact, the blue Cat was so close he could have talked to Lion-O, though under the cowl and behind a stall, Panthro was practically unseen.

He heard about him being on a search for an artifact, a gold tower in the desert… Another fool’s errand… Still, Panthro thought about joining him, revealing himself despite everything.

Despite the jewelry at his neck or nipples, despite the silk barely covering his changed body… Despite the shame written all over him from the hickeys, bite marks, and other signs of affection from Kask.

However, he didn’t… Nor would he dare to show him what Kask was collecting now… What the Lizard was grabbing with his prehensile tongue and steadily yanking out from Panthro’s asshole. Eggs.

Almost a dozen healthy eggs, a clutch Kask had once described as impressive or impossible. But… A clutch nonetheless for the old Panthro who groaned, moaned… And certainly squirted all over the sheets when the last egg was yanked out of his gaping orifice, leaving it coated with lubricant as he turned sideways.

He even raised his leg, grabbing it while unashamedly exposing his entrance that was gaped, and… Yearning.

“You can take me again,” he said, huffing while looking away, looking away from the eggs and the Lizard who’d made him lay them.

“That reminds me of something,” hissed Kask, though he didn’t have his cock pushing back inside. Instead, that was his breath that was back on Panthro’s ass, with his tongue almost licking it.

“What? It reminds you of what?” huffed Panthro, looking at Kask, looking at the Lizard who’d gained a little weight with his job as a Guard.

“Of a Thundercat who didn’t want my tongue,” he said, with a smile while his tongue was going along the rim, brushing it… Licking it… Coating with saliva and making Panthro groan as he craned his neck.

“I… Told you that was different,” groaned Panthro, lowering his head and biting his arm.

“But you react like him,” said Kask, poking at the entrance, at the prostate… Enough for Panthro to squirt, to shoot… And to have his watery cumshot onto the sheets. “Like a pussycat.”

“Come now… Fuck me… I need it.”

“Or you’ll beat me?”

“Or I’ll not suck your dick when you’re at your post.”

A threat all different… But one that definitely worked as Kask’s cock plunged once more inside Panthro, stuffing him… And pumping what would be another clutch of Eggs from the degraded, ruined, and addicted Thundercat.