Fortune Cumming True
Of course this fortune teller is legit, don't be silly.
Yasi towered over him, a toothy grin across her massive face as her powerful, scaly hands gripped his shoulders tightly, claws teasing even as he stared. The mighty gator was holding every bit of his attention with a slow, simple sway of her torso- though one might suspect her generous breasts were vital to the effort. Soft-scaled flesh swung back and forth in the dark den, even bounced a bit as she giggled quietly to herself. The poor canine's eyes couldn't be peeled from her pert nipples, and he was clearly salivating at this point.
Her victim was a strong, well built husky that would probably look imposing himself, were he not next to six hundred or so pounds of gator. As the thick reptile leaned in toward him, her conveniently-eye-level tits squished against his muzzle and put a silly smile across his face.
The powerful reptile rumbled into his ear, "As I said, my fortunes always come true. You have all the soft flesh you could ever want, yes?" Without giving a moment for her customer-turned-plaything to respond, she simply pressed her chest against him and held the back of his head, muffling him with plush, scaled tits. "And you'll never doubt my predictions again," she growled down to him.
She paid his muffled response no mind, her powerful hand holding his head in place as she continued to sway, rocking the smaller creature's body effortlessly with her own until his writhing slowed and ultimately died out. Her spare arm wrapped around his waist and pinned him to her soft belly as her even-softer tongue slurped over the top of his head, prompting him to fall almost entirely limp.
"That's good," she rumbled down to the dazed dog, "I've seen this already, you will relax."
He groaned softly, hotly into her scales in response, and she could feel him sinking in against her body. A scaled hand tightly gripped the poor dog's ass, claws digging in through his jeans.
"There, good, very good," she continued, "you need to sink and smile. No thoughts, no worries. Get heavy and happy with me."
The husky's breaths grew deeper and slower as her words worked their way into him. She read him carefully, slowly dipping a thumb into his trousers. He didn't stir a bit, and she didn't hesitate to tug them down, his boxers following in an instant. It didn't take long for a hand to land on each cheek and squeeze at his soft-furred rump, driving another little groan from the husky.
"You love this," she whispered into his ear before licking it again. Her cleavage felt the slightest nod, and she knew she had him. "You love being under my spell, you love being tiny before me, you love giving up every bit of control."
The husky was limp in her grip, save part of him that had taken to throbbing against her belly. She turned him over just enough to reach down, taking a firm hold and drawing a little gasp from him. A few feeling fingers confirmed she'd picked the right one: he had a nice, heavy, productive set of balls down there.
"You're going to do so much for Yasi," she said with a little giggle, teasing him only a moment longer. The smaller man gave her some muffled agreement even as he was pushed down toward the floor, her mass pressing against him.
She knew exactly what she was doing, easing him to the ground. She sank to her knees, his torso resting between them as she leaned down atop him. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the dog's shoulders, guiding him down steadily, only to slide off as he reached the soft-carpeted floor.
Her weight was on him in a moment, squishy flesh pinning his back to the floor as she straddled his belly and chest, her powerful tail resting on his crotch. Even if he suddenly decided to, he'd find escape impossible- she was too soft to push against, too heavy to squirm away from. For a moment Yasi lamented not giving him the opportunity to squirm under her body, though she was too proud of her work to care for long.
She swayed once more, keeping her plaything's attention as she looked down with a predatory grin. "That's right. You belong to Yasi now," she growled, reaching for a little vial that most guests would assume to be some sort of prop. She popped the cork off and sighed as a strange, earthy scent filled the room, sending tingles of need to her loins - and more importantly, to his.
"Drink," she commanded, lowering the vial and tilting it. He didn't know how to refuse at this point.
The thick stuff was, despite its overwhelming aroma, relatively flavorless, and her new toy gulped it down eagerly enough, much to her delight. The gator licked her lips, swaying relentlessly as he groaned beneath her. The mammal's cheeks went red and she knew it was working - what a lovely mixture it was. His body was clearly growing more sensitive and, if it worked right, he'd be more productive to boot.
"That's my good boy," she rumbled, teasing a claw across his chest as her free hand reached to the little table once more, grabbing a dark, hand-carved wooden bowl. "You are ready to harvest."
Her weight was off him in surprisingly little time and the poor, soft-minded canine found himself dragged in to a deep, passionate kiss - though with the reverence she had been building in his head, that simple, affectionate gesture was all but overwhelming! His ears splayed and a dumb grin formed across his face as the kiss broke, and the gator supported him with one hand on his shoulder, keeping him steady on his knees while the other gently laid that wooden bowl down.
Even as she stroked the husky's desperate, throbbing cock, he couldn't pull his eyes from her soft, scaled, jiggling tits - though of course, that only fed his arousal. He groaned to himself as her fingers teased along his knot, as her thumb rolled along the head, as slow, almost torturous strokes forced his need to build.
"You cum when I say," she hissed. "Let it build."
And build it did - his hips rolled desperately with each of her slow, deliberate strokes. He felt like hours had gone by, and perhaps they had - but the exact time mattered a lot less to the mostly-empty canine than the ever-increasing need, much to his new owner's amusement. His balls may as well have tripled in size, he just had to cum - but he needed to wait until Yasi was ready. That's what a good doggy does.
"There we go," she cooed into his ear. "Now, give me every drop you have, toy," she growled, gripping his shoulder uncomfortably tight as her stroking suddenly sped up and, of course, she pointed his cock to the bowl.
The husky, more than happy to comply, gave one last thrust, moaning aloud as he erupted, shooting massive spurts into that bowl. It hit and splattered, thick cum coating wood and carpet alike as he just writhed away in her grip, supplying seemingly-endless cum. Eventually, it flooded over the edges of that generously-sized bowl, prompting a grin from the gator, and he just kept going, shooting spurt after spurt for nearly another minute before finally tapering off, leaving him a panting, exhausted mess, the last of his spunk slowly drooling from his softening tip.
Yasi let her dog flop back after pulling a pillow over to catch him, and promptly poured her sample into a nice flask before corking it and strutting back to her new catch, massive hips swaying with each step.
"Good boy," she growled into his ear, right before lifting him up and carrying him out of the fortune-telling room. The next few minutes were just a blur for him, and routine for her - he gets a collar and finds himself chained to her bed, though he's more than happy to laze back, to watch her don her robes once more and strut back out, rump swishing all the way.
A few minutes passed as the gator cleaned up his mess, licking her lips in satisfaction before she rings the bell near the door, inviting her next customer in. . .