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"C'mooon, I'm sure you yearn for it..."

"Be silent, witch, or else I'm gagging you!"

The lion templar's abrupt answer made the lizard sorceress frown. Two hours have passed since she had been arrested, fitted with anti-magic manacles and thrown into an underground cell.

The cell was bare, except the wooden bench placed against the wall, on which she was sitting. The only other person in the dungeon was the templar who stood on the other side of the bars.

She knew what would happen to her. At best, Being forced to carry an anti-magic bracelet for the rest of her life; at worst, death. She had to escape. It would be fairly easy if she could use magic, but she had to take off these manacles to do so. Fortunately, the templars were dumb enough to entrust the key to the manacles to the guard currently watching her. Unfortunately, she failed to woo the templar, and have him get in the cell.

She knew their kind. They play the goody-two-shoes, but are regular patrons of the whorehouses spanning across the city. She had to play on that, in any way she could.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, the female reptile decided. She pulled up her tattered robe to access her thighs, and began to masturbate openly.

"Wh... What are you doing?" the templar questioned when he noticed.

"Mm... Well, since you're so stuck up, I decided to have fun by myself," the witch answered, winking. "It may be my last opportunity to do so, after all."

The witch kept caressing her pleasure button and slipped a finger in her pink vagina. It was pleasurable, but the lizard made sure to make even louder and lewder noises. She smirked as she noticed that the templar was becoming more and more flustered.

After a couple of minutes, she heard a coarse "Goddammit!". The lion entered the cell and unbuttoned his pants. After a moment of fumbling, a hard leonine penis sprang out of its prison. Just next to it, on the male's belt, was the key to her manacles. Time to play it smart, the lizard witch thought.

"Come here and let me take cahhmmmmpf!" The sorceress did not even have the time to make a proposition that the templar pinned her head against the wall and pushed his sex in her mouth, gagging her.

"Shut the fuck up and suck my dick, whore!" the lion grunted. His two big hands pushed the scaly head back and forth on his shaft.

"Mmmf! Gmmmf!" the witch could only say. She tried to focus, and reach the key with her hands discretly.

The feline decided suddenly to press her snout against his pubic, cramming his cock in her throat and choking her.

"Ggk! Rrrk!" the lizard spat.

"Yeaah, just like that. Choke on it!" the templar dirty-talked.

However, the delicate position of the witch offered her a golden opportunity.N... Now! Quickly! Her hands reached for the guard's hips, as if she would try to push him off, but instead grabbed the key. She threw the metallic object under the bench.

It was a good call for her, as the male templar began to facefuck the witch, plunging his cock in and out of her throat. Saliva flew everywhere as the reptile tried to fight her gag reflex and get some breath in-between the assaults of the feline.

Only a few minutes. He'll cum on me, leave eventually, and I'll be a free woman soon enough, she wished.

However, the lion did not seem to be over yet. He suddenly pulled out, the witch coughing and spitting a glob of saliva.

"W... What g..." she tried to ask.

"Spread your legs. Now!" the templar ordered.

"Wh... What?" the lizard reacted.

With a roar, the lion literaly pulled the witch from the bench and threw her against the bars. She hit the cold metal hands first, but a pawed hand pressed on her and made her lean forward.

"Stay just like that," the male said behind the lizard's back. She could hear him take off his pants.

"W... Wait! Let me prepare a little long..." she tried to say.

But the templar did not wait. Her tail was pulled up roughly and the lion slammed his cock inside of her.

"Aaaaah!" she howled at the intrusion of the saliva-coated intruder.

_F... Fuck..._she cursed in her head. It was not her first time, nor was it the biggest penis she took, but the suddenness and the roughness of the assault sent jolts of pleasure up her spine.

The lion slammed his hips against the lizard's scaly butt. Each slam produced a loud 'slap' which echoed through the basement, accompanied by the squeaking of the cell bar that her shackled hands held for dear life.

She felt her moist walls spread around the feline's shaft, and the latter's barbs rubbing at the entrance of her tunnel.

"Uunf! Nnnf! Take it! You wanted... My cock? Take it... You... dirty witch!" the feline templar roared as he pounded his prisoner.

"Aaah! Aah! Fuck yes! Harder!" the lizard called back, as she took genuine pleasure from it.

She felt the pleasure rising. She let go. No use resisting the surge of pleasure. She hissed, her hands squeezing the metallic bar even tighter. As if they were synchronized, her vaginal muscles contracted around the lion.

"Coming! Ooooh, I'm coming!" she announced trimphally.

The feline meowed when the lizard's inner wall squeezed around him. He kept moving his hips a little while longer, but he eventually gave a series of deep, final pushes.

"Oooh... Oh yeah... Take my seed, you greedy bitch... Uuuh..." he grunted.

The witch slumped down on the ground of the cell. She felt herself all wet and sticky down there; she would need a bath. The lion had roughly the same idea.

"You stay right there, bitch," he said as he left the cell, to get something to clean his crotch from the coalesced sperm and femjuice which stuck on his fur.

The lizard smiled as the templar walked away. She picked the key, took off her manacles. Now, she was able to walk away from here at any moment. But she decided to wait for the templar to come back. She had a 'reward' for him.

~ A few weeks later ~

The witch closed her book and massaged her eyes. These grimoires full of theories were giving her a headache after a while. She needed to relax.

"Pet!" she called.

Instantly, a male lion ran to her side. An enthrallment rune was glowing on his forehead.

"Yes, mistress?" the lion asked obediently.

"Ready a warm bath for me," the witch ordered. "And once this is done, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can."

"At once, mistress," the former templar nodded.

The witch smiled. She and her pet will be the envy of every sister, at the next sabbath. The reptile had used the feline as a servant and a sex toy ever since her escape. He had to be 'disciplined' during the first days, but by now she could actually order him to ravage her body, and let him do it, without any risk.

She felt on her scales the humidity coming from the batch next door. She stood up from her reading chair, slowly disrobed herself, and swayed her way out of her study, to spend another enjoyable evening.