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The sun blazed down upon Frankie's scaly light green head. He wiped a paw across his forehead to get rid of the sweat and dew that collected there. When the lizard first found out that he would be sent out to the amazon for an expedition he totally forgot all about the hot, draining, suicidal weather. Having to get a few dozen shots before even entering the country could do that to anyone. He spent the first few weeks of preparation getting over the few sicknesses that he got from the vaccines themselves, afterward he spent the same amount of time actually researching the area he would be in.

He got a helpful tip from a contact about a long forgotten ruin in the midst of the amazon which may or may not be real. His younger cousins compared him to a less masculine Lora Croft... which did plenty for his ego. When he brought up Nathan Drake they said he wasn't that funny, or strong enough. And of course cool enough.

He looked down to check in his leg, a sizable scratch ran along his thigh which was covered by his ripped right pant leg as a light tourniquet. Frankie sure wished he was one of those video game characters right now, he wouldn't have deal with the stinging pain and exhausted muscles. When a sudden mudslide turned over him and his crew's vehicle he was left stranded a few hundred feet away, the water and mud carried him like a twig.

A twig that also fell down a hundred or so foot cliff.

He was lucky enough that there were plenty of leaf bearing trees to help break his fall, and a decently placed river under them. Frankie first worried about you know, instant death by a broken neck, instant obliteration by a fall, or getting eaten by a feral cougar. Then the ideas of crocodiles came into play, he was quick enough to get away thankfully.

He reached a scaled and slightly cut up paw above his tail to reach for the radio attached to his belt. He pressed the bright yellow talk button.

"Can anyone read me?! Hello!" A crackled response that soon went dead came back. Frankie clipped it back to his belt. Great, that was no help.

The lizard put a paw onto a tree to steady himself and catch his breath. Birds and hundreds of different insects made up the ambiance. It would be pretty if he wasn't worried about dying. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise? Maybe he would wind up finding the possibly non existing ruin and find the Arc of the covenant. One could dream right?

Frankie continued to limp down the river, fear was clearly biting at him. He kept his long tail close to him and constantly listened for the purr of a predator or the buzzing of a pack of mosquitos. He took a left as he saw a few wild hippos taking a drink further down the river. As cute as they were, they were one of the most deadly creatures on the planet, one of his friends dad actually got trampled by one... although he was on a football team. And the hippo trampling him wasn't feral. Frankie shook his head to clear these thoughts.

A twig to his far left cracked under somethings weight, Frankie snapped his gaze over to it as fast as he could. Nothing was in his view, he quickened his slow pace. A large root branched from a nearby tree that reached to the height of his waist. He put his paws on it and easily hurdled it, digging his sharp claws into the wood for purchase. As soon as his bare left foot hit the ground however, no amount of grip would prepare him for what was next. His foot was suddenly, and forcefully, pulled out from under him launching him forward so fast that he felt his hip pop and his head bang the dirt. Frankie zoomed forward with a squeal, the wind zoomed past his ears and turned into a whistle.

When he finally opened his eyes again he was hanging fifteen feet in the air, an expertly knotted vine attached to the tree he was hanging from gripped around his ankle, instantly making it go numb. Frankie clutched at his injured leg that was now hanging dizzyingly in front of him, his free arm was hanging lazily above him...below him?

"Hello! Help me! Anybody!" Frankie yelled out, he swung around to try and get out of the trap to no avail. He was left dangling in the air to and fro with no clue of what to do. Frankie reached a paw to his ankle and started to cut the long strand attached to the vine around his ankle with his claw. He didn't think this would work...until it did. As quick as he ascended, he started falling down. Frankie started to yell but as he hit the ground the air was knocked from his lungs, his vision started fading to black as he squirmed on the ground and clutched his chest. The last thing he remembered was the tight vine around his ankle being freed.

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Muffled voices were the first thing that Frankie encountered when he woke up. He went to open his eyes, but a blindfold was lightly tied around them. He started to breath a bit deeper to wake his tired body up and in panic. The scent of smoke and an unknown strong scent wafted through his nose. He went to reach for the blindfold but a paw wrapped around his wrist as it made contact with the cloth.

Frankie went as still as a statue, who is this?

"H-hello?" He croaked out, his throat was dry from lack of use and it sounded like water was covering his ears.

Another quite far away conversation happened around him. Another paw prodded at his injured leg, Frankie twitched and tried to pull it away but he seemed to be tied to whatever he was laying on. More gently, the unknown paw wrapped itself behind his head and pulled his blinder free. Frankie rapidly blinked to get a clear view of where he was.

He lifted his head off of the wooden table to see a curvaceous light red raptor staring up at him with a smile while working on his leg. Wait, raptor!? He had nothing but a leather harness around his chest and a simple loincloth covering his five foot figure. Another tan raptor stood next to Frankie with his arms crossed, he however was almost twice as tall and ten times more sculpted than his counterpart. He looked like he could easily pick Frankie up with his little finger alone. Yet again he was wearing a simple loincloth but instead of a harness he had a light brown collar around his neck. The bulge he was packing under the cloth showed clearly through the thin material, at least he was in his sheath. He glared down at Frankie scarily. "Where am I?" He whispered out.

The smaller (formerly extinct) raptor kept his small smile and patted his leg, Frankie was lost for words. If it were another time he would be head over heels for this twinky reptile but as of right now he was just trying to keep his stomach contents in his belly. The raptor stood up and left the dark tent they were inside, leaving Frankie alone with the intimidating hunk of muscle. He sat up and stared at the vine tied to his thigh, and then examined his leg. His gash was covered with a sticky white and green paste that covered the entirety of his wound, leaving it with a dull ache instead of the feeling of a million paper cuts like it was previously. The man behind him took a step closer to him and placed a large paw over his shoulder. Frankie jumped and let out a squeal as he was picked up and thrown over the mans shoulder. The oaf took care with his injured side but still placed a possessive paw over his rump and proceeded to effortlessly walk out of the tent.

Frankie instinctively closed his eyes as bright light blinded him. He uncovered his his sun baked orbs once he thought they wouldn't be fried under the sun's rays again. And when he did, he couldn't couldn't believe what he saw. A tall sandstone temple that looked similar to Aztec architecture stood a few hundred feet away from him. What looked like an entire camp was surrounding it. Similar but much smaller buildings were placed around him, other raptors who had grouped up to witness the new spectacle that was known as a lizard had the same body shape as the twink that tended his leg. They gave him glances that he would come to question. Why were so many winking at him?

On more than one occasion he could see a few of them doing some more...intimate acts in plain view for all to see, and from what Frankie saw in some cases join in. He tore his gaze away from these events to focus on the area around him. "I found the lost ruins" he thought feeling beyond excited.

The hunk carrying him brought him all the way to the main ruin, never once huffing out in exhaustion from the what must have been 800 meter trek. From what Frankie could gather, these people were foragers, he didn't see or smell any meat being cooked which was a blessing, he was worried they might have cannibalistic tendencies. Berries and other plant based foods were in baskets that littered the dirt street. The smell of a distant river was evident in the air, which was surprising. Usually mosquitoes and floods kept civilizations away from sticking near water.

"Where are you taking me!?" Frankie tried to order. The kidnapper didn't respond, Frankie started to thrash around. The move he regretted however was accidentally bringing his foot too high and banging his heel into his captors muzzle. Frankie's body locked up immediately as the man let out a growl and dropped him to the ground with a yelp. Frankie started to crawl away but his tail was quickly grabbed by the raptors paw and yanked back to him. The explorer let out a squeak as the man towered over him and brought his hand down harshly against the base of his tail. A loud slap echoed in Frankie's ears and a burning pain spread around the point of impact, specifically the right side of his rump. Frankie turned around to try and protect himself when he noticed that the raptors nose was bleeding. He put his arms up to try and block the blows and said "Ow! Please let me-" He was silenced by another slap to his rump. Once the raptor got his pay back he let one paw go to his muzzle and wipe the red icor, keeping his other paw firmly gripping Frankie's tail.

"Wait, please." He flinched and put his arms back up as the raptor raised his paw again. When it didn't come down Frankie started to crawl on his hands and knees back to his captor, if he wanted to get out of here he would have to play nice, there was no way he would be able to escape this place right now by running. He gripped his remaining untorn pant leg and ripped it at the seam on his knee. His other pant leg was torn up to his thigh. Frankie leaned onto his knees and placed a paw gently on the raptors rock hard thigh. He stared down at Frankie in curiosity and suspicion.

"Let me help you?" Frankie asked, the raptor's face remained blank." Do you know English?" It stayed the same. Frankie stood up slowly and unsurely raised the cloth to the man's muzzle. Once he got the idea he hesitantly bent forward and hunched over to reach Frankie's smaller height. Frankie wiped the blood the was leaking slowly from his lip, he must have bit it as he was kicked. After a few swipes the liquid was gone, Frankie kept a firm pressure on it the wound until the raptor pulled away. He kept a firm grip on the lizard's tail almost as if it were a leash as they started walking to the building again. Frankie had to walk almost sideways from the way his tail was being groped.

As they made it to the entrance, there was a staircase of about fifty steps that they would have to climb. They made it about five before the raptor got annoyed at Frankie's slow pace and threw him over his shoulder again, the lizard felt a little smug about that. What did the oaf expect? For him to walk backwards on one foot and hop up the stairs at the same time?

Once they made it up the steps, the raptor dropped him back to the ground. Frankie stumbled but otherwise stayed upright. His captor let go of his tail and started walking into the building. Frankie was in awe as he trailed behind him.

Other than a few stray vines, the entire ruin was intact. Tall Statues of raptors lined a few of the walls in immaculate condition. Were the people in the city direct ancestors from the former inhabitants? The ruin itself seemed to date back a few hundreds years, maybe even in the early AD.

The hunk in front of him turned to him as they reached a fire lit room, the sun's rays couldn't reach this far into the ruin. The man crossed his arms and swung his head, telling him to enter the fire lit room. Frankie hesitated as he walked through the archway and into it. A group of six other raptors, two small four gigantic, circled around a small campfire. All of them were bowing to someone sitting on a large throne in the back of the room. The raptor sitting rested his head onto his paw, almost as if he were bored. He was a dark purple color with a lighter underbelly and wore a light red sash over his shoulder and a skirt? That went down to his upper thighs, the closer Frankie got however he noticed he was clearly mistaken.

As he neared the fire he could see that he had two breasts that fit his smaller body type which were barely covered by his sash. Making him not a he, but a she. Her skirt was thin enough to the point that it was see through, instead of a bulge like everyone else she, of course, had a smooth trail that led to the darker pink of her vaginal lips, Frankie quickly started back up to her head as he felt a blush forming at his cheeks.

Her seemingly glowing purple eyes swiveled to his as he entered, combing up and down his body making him feel like she was undressing him with her mind. Her snake like tongue shot out of her mouth and licked her lips, white fangs were at the top of her mouth. She seemed more like a serpent than a Raptor.

Frankie looked around the room at the raptors bowing in their knees. She lifted her paw tiredly and signaled them to get up. They all obeyed and sat with their legs tribal style, all staring up at Frankie. He nervously waved a paw at them, one of the smaller ones offered him an excited smile and waved back. The one next to him slapped him in the arm and scolded him in their language. The one that waved pouted and looked at the ground sadly.

The female smoothly stood up from her throne, her hips swayed with each of her steps. She went around the fire and right up to the trembling Frankie. She ran a paw up his chest all the way up to his cheek, she slid her sharp nails across his scales. Shivers ran down his spine.

"What brings you to my land trespasser?" She spoke into his ear, her tongue dragged enticingly across it.

"I-I-I," he stammered as she drew closer to him, rubbing her bare chest against his.

"No need to be shy, especially with those looks of yours." Her voice was heavily accented, she sounded as if she were second guessing every word. She must not be too familiar with the language. She stared into his eyes, enticing him as easy as if it were breathing. Frankie felt a wave of calmness wash over him and relaxed into her paw, even pressing closer to it.

"Now, how about you put that tongue to use eh?" She put her paws on his shoulders and out a small amount of weight into them, Frankie bent down to his knees. "Thaats it." She drew out, his muzzle was placed at her groin. Her feminine scent wafted into his nose, if heaven had a smell this would be it.

She used a paw to pull her skirt over his head, his lips made contact with hers. "Why don't you take a taste?" She spoke to him much to his delight. He quickly drew out his tongue and slid it across her slit. Her succulent juices tasted like the most tasteful strawberry imaginable. He pressed his tongue even deeper into her velvety walls, trying to scoop out as much of her juices out of her as possible. She let out a moan of pleasure, "Ooh you're a very eager one aren't you?" She groaned in a whimper. She gripped his head tightly and pressed it even harder to her opening. Frankie put his paws up to her thighs and pulled her closer to his muzzle. Frankie could feel his pants starting to tighten up, his blood seemed to flow directly to his rapidly growing cock.

"Frankie hello you there!? Our coms are out of interference range. Where are you?" The back of his pants spoke. Everyone in the room jumped at the invisible voice. She pushed him away so that he fell onto his back, the familiar voice broke him from his trance. The juices that still coated his tongue tasted a lot less sweeter than they did before. The women placed a paw around his neck and swung her other one around him to pick up the radio attached to his belt.

"Tell them to stop looking for you." She pressed the radio against his gaping mouth. His lips floundered for words.

"Every minute you don't, you lose finger. You outsiders are very appreciative of them yes?" She licked his nose this time, unaffected by her own threat. Him on the other paw, started to freak out.

"B-but if I don't tell them won't you just hurt me anyway?"

"We would never hurt you... too bad anyway." She finished. Frankie was frozen on his knees, his mind was racing at a mile a minute.

"Frankie are you alright? Please give uf your location." The voice responded again.

"Alright alright, I'll talk." He sighed in defeat after heavily weighing his decisions. The leader pressed the speak button, Frankie gulped and took a deep breath hesitating at what he was about to say.

"I-I'm alright." He spoke into the radio, decided to test their threat. This discovery was worth more than his life.. "But I've been captured by natives, help me please!" He yelled into the radio, ripping it from her hands and curling it as close to his body as he could. A few paws pressed into his back as he flipped over, he gained more than a few scratches from this.

"I'm east of where we crashed, I'm under the sun right now. The ruins are real." These were the last words he got out before he was picked up and slammed into the ground. The radio slid from his paws and was stomped on repeatedly by the queens(?) Lackeys.

"I warned you what we would do." She growled at his collapsed form. She stepped back and pointed at the group. "Take the fingers!" She ordered. They all rushed at him, sharp stone knives in paw. Oh nooow they understand English. Frankie put his paws over his head to protect himself. They took pawfuls of his tan stereotype explorer shirt and started ripping it to shreds, once that was gone they took his pretty much useless khakis. Frankie was more confused than worried at this point, none of them were interested in his fingers only his clothes? Once they got to his underwear he started to panic a bit but he could do nothing to stop their knives from ripping them to pieces. He instantly covered his privates as he became bare to the world.

They all stepped back to admire your handiwork. "If you did what you were told you could have kept your fingers." One of them spoke out.

"My-my fingers? You took my clothes!" Frankie yelled out in embarrassment. A few of the smaller group members clearly ogled his goods.

"I seem to have mixed up my words." The queen piped up and tapped her chin with a finger, looking genuinely concerned for a moment. She waved her concerns away with the wave of her paw.

"Any way, Xerxes! why don't you...help him get initiated? He may be a fighter but he won't fight long now." She eyed the trembling lizard up and down, stopped once she got to his paw covered waist.

"Are you positive? He wasn't drinking long?" She kept a firm glare on him, daring him to speak against her word again "Yes my queen." Xerxes bowed his head.

"What do you mean?" He gulped as the giant raptor bent over and gripped him by the shoulders.

She let out an amused laugh, "Well we can't let you go. You're on sacred grounds, you broke our rules by trespassing so you must get punished. Don't worry, you'll love your new life here. Everyone already seems to have an eye on you." She winked and walked back to her throne, sashaying her hips the entire way. "And if not, well, it will kick in in a second." She sat down and crossed her legs, staring hotly at the lizard.

"Why do you mean?! I didn't know this was here, what-" Xerxes started pulling him away, and of course, Frankie found himself back in his shoulder. Bare rump aimed at anyone in the way. His sheath and balls were not so comfortably rubbing and pressing against the man's bare sweaty shoulder.

"Shut you mouth before something gets put in it." Xerxes growled. Frankie shut his trap at the threat. Xerxes carried him all the way back down the stairs, clearly enjoying the view that he was providing for his people. Every so often the raptor would run a paw against Frankie's bare cheek gripping it like it was his own property. Frankie started to worry about this but realized that nothing would come of it.

Most if not all historical tribes across the world didn't practice homosexuality, although all the people he saw earlier were doing some very, well to put it bluntly, gay things. Such as all of the raptors fucking were guys! Frankie stiffened up,"Ooh dear, what is he going to do to me." He gulped, a sudden hotness started to spread through his body. Much more different than what the sun was bearing down in him.

Xerxes carried him back to what must have been the main square, there seemed to be a larger collection of raptors there than before. Some were busy talking to each other or making their everyday rounds, most however were not hiding that they liked what they saw. Quite a few raptors adjusted their loincloth when they saw Xerxes and Frankie. As he walked by, there seemed to be a line forming behind Xerxes. Following him to their destination.

"Why are they following us?" Frankie squirmed trying to adjust his position and not stare at anyone in front of him.

Xerxes stayed quiet. Frankie started to get familiar with the warmth enveloping his body, it wasn't so bad as it was earlier. He looked down at his 'taxis' back, his muscles were clearly defined though his scaly skin. His tail shifted with every step, the muscles of his rump tightened and flexed with each step he took. Frankie licked his dried lips. When he realized that he was gaping at the raptors ass he quickly looked up, which was a worse idea. A few people in the line didn't bother wearing a loincloth now, some of them were even playing with their junk openly! More than a few were giving a good reach around.

Frankie stared in awe as Xerxes entered a sizable tent. By now, whatever they said would kick in certainly kicked in. His body's hormones seemed to be on overdrive. His attitude shifted from anger to worry all the way to making every person he saw look like the most attractive person alive. An embarrassing ache started to prod Xerxes shoulder.

The raptor dropped him to the floor which was covered in a carpet of long green leaves, a few burning incenses dotted the room in what looked like tiki containers.

The line followed them into the tent, Frankie was quick to notice all of them were male, again. Frankie crawled away from them and to the center of the room, his erect shaft bounced between his legs. Spikes of pleasure spread through him as his overly sensitive member made contact with his thick thighs.

"It's finally starting to take effect!" One of the twinky members of the group called out, a few wolf whistles and cat calls came in response.

"You see trespasser, that sample you got from Queen Tiber will make you more than willing enough to stay with us." Xerxes rubbed some dirt from his shoulder...and maybe some of Frankie's precum as well.

"Sample?" Frankie cowered a little less now, the intimidating figures in front of him started to change into a new form, subtly at first. They were intimidating a few moments ago, they were the people that wanted to kill him! But now, now they seemed nicer? "They did want to murder me but, well, they didn't have to fix my leg. They seem like nice enough people actually, Xerxes," A shiver ran down his spine as he looked at the stud standing in front of him, his loincloth was ripped from him at one point. Leaving his gigantic shaft to stand at attention, the knot. Knot!

His knot was eagerly sliding out of his sheathe, it had to be about the size of a damned softball! His length alone was the size of Frankie's forearm. "The least I could do it give him a helping paw, he was all restrained in that clothing of his; No! I-I cannot it, I'm not here to get pounded into like a bitch in heat...what if I was though?" Frankie got onto his knees tentatively and placed his weight on his heels. He put a paw down to his smooth penis, idly stroking the fire that was building down there. He finally gave into his desires

Xerxes stepped toward him with a dominant smile plastered on his muzzle. "Tell me you want this." He placed a paw tightly on top of Frankie's head, digging his sharp claws into his scales.

"I, I want this." Frankie gulped down the last of his pride as Xerxes cock was slapped onto of his muzzle, pressing his baseball sized balls into his mouth and nose.

"Well? What are you waiting for, start licking!" He growled , his voice vibrated through Frankie's body directly to his cock. Frankie extended his tongue and made contact with the musky balls touching his chin. Spice and pure musk were the main tastes that appeared with each flick of the tongue. Frankie could swear he could feel the seed swashing around in his sack. Frankie gripped his own cock in his paw and quickly started to rub up and down. Xerxes jumped and pushed Frankie to the ground, who let out a happy giggle as he plummeted downwards.

"Keep your paws off your self, your body belongs to the Queen and her people now._You _are not of us yet which means..." Frankie shook his head up and down when he looked into the big man's eyes, a small trickle of fear entered his bloodstream. Was fear supposed to be that hot?

A few members of the group walked up behind Xerxes and started to caresses his sides and rump, kissing them with loving pecks.

"Boys!" He yelled behind him," Get him ready for me." Then came the swarm, Frankie tried to look behind the Raptor but he knelt down and trapped Frankie's head between his thighs. He felt more than a few paws rubbing and caressing his legs.

"No one enters him until I'm done with him!" He gripped Frankie's head again and pushed his prick in Frankie's wide open mouth, he greedily slurped the invading member. A few hot, wet tongues started to lick under his tail, making him jump in surprise.

Frankie put this to the side and ran his tongue along the sides of the dull red cock all the way down to his knot. His drool coated it all within a few measly licks. He sloppily started flick his tongue over Xerxes's cock head, a dollop of pre slid down his tongue and throat. Xerxes lazily thrusted into him as he did this. The weight in his neck and the pleasure coming from his tail hole kept him immobile under the hunk of a raptor.

A few wandering paws made their way up to Frankie's exposed cock, teasing his sensitive sheath. Frankie gagged on the prick in his muzzle as they did this, catching him completely off guard. He could feel himself about to cum, quicker than when he lost his virginity. As his member started to pulse, they expertly pulled back and fondled with his unattended balls instead. Shifting and rolling each one in different paws, Frankie could feel his sack pulling closer to his body getting prepared to fire his load again. Whoever was playing with them, put a gentle amount of pressure and pulled them away from his body again, making him closer and further from orgasm all at once as he cock was left unattended.

Frankie's toes curled at the out of world experience. Xerxes didn't bother slowing down whenever his bitch gagged. Frankie didn't mind though, he tried to move his arms but it was impossible with the raptor on top of him pinning them to his sides. He lifted his head up to allow Xerxes's paws to cradle it, giving him a cushion to lay on instead of banging it to the ground. Xerxes had another idea though, the raptor used his new grip to bring Frankie's head higher, making it much easier to pump into. His cock tip bounced off the back of Frankie's throat and the roof of his mouth, leaving a large trail of clear goo to coat his throat.

Someone's tongue finally pressed hard enough to invade Frankie's tender hole, earning a squirm from the lizard. The slimy invader teased his entrance as it slipped out, it pushed right back in after slipping back into its owner's mouth to re-lubricate and take in the lizards foreign flavor. Another tongue slid along side the other, earning what must have been a very erotic scene that Frankie was disappointed in not being able to see.

Xerxes pulled back his hips, causing his cock to pop out of Frankie with a...well, pop! A whine escaped the lizard before he could stop himself, he avoided the raptors gaze when he did this. "Get on your stomach, I don't care what your face looks like when I fuck you. If it hurts, too bad." Xerxes ordered. Frankie quickly shuffled onto his stomach, raising his haunches and tail high into the air but left his muzzle to stay on the ground. The raptors dominating attitude sent shivers down his spine, if not for Queen Tiber's gift? He would have been curled up into a ball but thanks to her, he could truly enjoy and know his place inside of his tribe.

Xerxes gripped his tail and pressed along the curve of Frankie's back, keeping it immobile and providing easy access to his slick and tight tail hole. Xerxes forcefully prodded his cock to the hole and started to press, under the pressure his prick slid downward and whacked into Frankie's taint. He pulled back and gripped his member with a paw to help push his tip into his captive. With a harsh thrust Frankie's rim finally relented against the hot and wet intruder. Frankie let out a loud eep but other wise melted against the forceful entry, usually the first thrust was always the worse but this? It seemed like all the pain was left out and only the pleasure remained.

Xerxes kept pushing, a low groan slipped through his lips as all of his ten inches slid into Frankie. Wait...there was still a knot, Frankie moaned in pleasure at that. Xerxes harshly pulled out with a dirty slurp until only his tip was embedded inside the cock sleeve. He thrusted forward again until his waist made contact with Frankie's plump behind. The raptors balls bounced off of Frankie's and knocked them to the side, they were easily twice as large and maybe even thrice as heavy than the lizards.

The raptors slightly ribbed cock elegantly sent bolts of different feelings into Frankie, all of which left his body out of his mouth in moans. Two raptors of the group watching their show slid under Frankie and decided to tease him further by taking teasing licks at his cock and balls, the one closest to his balls focused on licking Xerxes member each time he slid out of Frankie. Frankie's first thought was "I've died and gone to heaven" the second was "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck" his tongue was permenanlty stuck out of his mouth, a slightly disgusting drool trail fell from it.

With the added lube from the raptor under Frankie and the seemingly limitless amount of pre coming from him, Xerxes was able to thrust faster and harder into Frankie. Well, maybe not harder, but with much less resistance. The large raptor slapped his open palm down into Frankie's right rump cheek, eliciting a quiet frown from Frankie and his tail hole to clamp down even tighter against him. A harsh red paw mark was branded onto his rump, Xerxes let out a devious laugh. His next few pumps were even harder as Frankie clenched around him.

Like Xerxes, Frankie had a stream of pre leaking out of him that was quickly lapped up by the raptor under him. The same one finally placed his muzzle around his cock as he took him in. He gently sucked Frankie's member, by this point Frankie couldn't even get a moan out. With Xerxes brushing past his prostate every second or so and the professional cock sucker under him, there was nothing he could do to prevent his orgasm. Frankie opened his mouth in a moan but stayed silent from his pleasure overload as his balls pulled up to his body and cum shot out of him. His seed fired into the back of the raptors throat, he tried to pull away from him as his member started to get too sensitive but couldn't get to far with the dominating Raptor behind him. The one sucking him kept doing so until he swallowed the pool in his mouth, he pulled off him with an "Aaah" just as if he drank from a cool spring on a hot day. He came out from under Frankie to go face to face. With a wink, he pushed forward and kissed him full on the lips pulling the other's tongue into his muzzle and play fighting it for dominance. Frankie could taste the saltiness of his own seed as he kissed him back, his tired cock jumped again as he did so.

Xerxes let go of his tail and gripped his hips harshly, digging his claws into them. He slammed forward edging his softball of a knot into Frankie's rim. He couldn't get more than half of a lobe in at a time, but that didn't stop him. Frankie heard the sound of snorting behind him before a large hot load of spit landed onto the Raptors cock and slide into his body. Xerxes started pull the lizard toward him with each of his thrusts, when that didn't work the one under Frankie started pushing to! The one frenching him pushed on his shoulders, putting as much force towards his superior as possible. One lobe slid into his battered hole, earning a painful shriek from Frankie. The other soon slid in and locked into place, Frankie felt like he was being torn apart. As this happened, Xerxes let out a deafening roar that was loud enough to make his ears ring. Frankie could swear that he could feel each stream of raptor cum spurt, no, flood into his intestines only to be locked in by the knot blocking his tunnel

There had to be five or so seconds of a constant stream, Frankie could swear he could feel his belly extending. He wiped his wet eyes from their tears of pain and pleasure. Xerxes paid no attention to this and placed a paw on his head and pushed it to the ground to relieve some leverage to from his knees. "Not bad bitch, you won't be as tight as you were ever again sadly. Then again, you'll probably enjoy that." He growled into his ear. The Raptor under Frankie pulled out and looked towards the bigger male expectantly, he wasn't let down. With his free paw, Xerxes pulled the little one towards him and enveloped him in a sloppy, possessive kiss. The smaller raptor shook in pleasure as Xerxes plunged his tongue into his muzzle. Frankie felt a few spurts of fluid fall onto his back._ Did he just?_ Xerxes pushed the now cum drained raptor away and placed his paws back onto Frankie's hips. "Don't forget who owns you lizard." He spoke out before harshly pulling back on their tie. Frankie clenched down at the unwanted and unnatural removal but was forced to endure it. After a few moments Frankie almost thought that they were actually stuck, but not a second later Xerxes freed himself with a waterfall of his cum flowing from the lizards gaping sore hole. Even when Frankie clenched down reflexively on his freed hole he was still left wide open.

"You can have your fill boys." Xerxes gestured to the almost passed out lizard as he walked away from the Frankie. The crowd rushed passed him like a living tidal wave that flowed directly to Frankie. He was flipped over onto his back softly and a pillow of, what must have been loincloths was pushed under his head. The raptors that previously lubed up his tail hole went back to their previous job and started to relive some of the pain that started to radiate from his abuse hole. Each tongue scooped away what must have been bucketfuls of cum, even still there was plenty left inside him. A few others laid down next to him and started to massage his drained form, some were dabbing a few of his new claw marks with their loincloths, Frankie never thought a piece of clothing could be so universal with use.

Another raptor slid on top of him, straddling his waist. Frankie liked where this was going. The yellowish raptor on him placed a paw behind him, Frankie could feel his paw grip his blood filled member. He aimed it upward and started to slid Frankie's head along his tail hole until finally pushing it in the already lubed hole, the lube felt much slicker than spit and much warmer, was it? Frankie squinted in concentration, yep, he's getting sloppy seconds.

The raptor let Frankie adjust, only to fall down and spear his member into him. Both of their toes curled at his sudden movement. The other pair tonguing at his rump pulled away and started to have a quiet conversation with each other in their native language, Frankie was too lost in bliss to care. All the way until he felt two different cock heads pressing into him. The one riding Frankie placed his paws on his shoulders to keep him down, even clenching his hole to add more reasons to not get up. Frankie obeyed and laid his head back down, trying to relax as much as he could even though the two raptors combined still weren't as large as Xerxes. Their heads slid in smoothly, their more gentle ridges soothed his sore tunnel and added a unique feeling to their penetration as well. Frankie's cock jumped inside of the hot tight tunnel it was in, once the raptor was sure Frankie was okay he took his weight off of Frankie's shoulders and took the more gentle cowgirl position. The members pushing inside of him hilted as their knot pressed against his rim and their owners legs pushed against Frankie's thighs. All of the participants let out a pleased sigh, not just the ones interacting with the lizard either. Frankie opened his eyes to see that a circle was formed around him, all of the members were all stroking either their own or someone else's cock. Frankie felt a hot blush sweep across his cheeks, he's never gotten this much attention before. A sudden prod from inside him took his gaze away from the erotic group, the two raptors humping into him were both aiming to catch their subs prostate with each thrust. Man, they really were pros.

Frankie felt a wet splatter fall onto his face, he looked up and then immediately closed his eyes to avoid getting jizz in them. After three spurts the fluid came to a stop, he opened his eyes again to see the guilty raptor smiling down at him. He waved a quick goodbye before running from the tent with a big smile on his face. Frankie wiped a drip from his forehead and brought it to his muzzle to lick it clean, he was going to do this with the main puddle but was stopped by the raptor riding him who was also dripping onto the ever increasing pool. "D-dont', It's part EEP! Part of you-ur initiation." He moaned. His voice alone caused Frankie to feel another orgasm coming. He clenched down on the two members in him as he went to hilt the raptor again. For the second time that day, he felt a pair of knots enter him leaving him with a full sensation. With a groan he fired his second load into the raptor who fell back into his thrusts and hilted him one final time before cumming onto Frankie's chest hands free.

A flood of seed shot into his tail hole, still surprisingly less than his previous mount. The male on top of him fell to the side and brought his paw to his tail hole to try and keep the life giving seed inside of him. These earned a few more happy endings from the raptors around Frankie, at this point his entire abdomen was covered in spunk.The raptors knotted to him each leaned forward to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, which was a bit awkward with three separate muzzles but they couldn't care less. They sharply pulled back afterward and left their cum covered cock sleeve as they exited the tent. Frankie fell into a doze as he enjoyed his post orgasm bliss.

When he woke up, there was only one raptor left with him and she very very pleased. "Do you see why you shouldn't leave your new family?" She asked in a mommy-esc voice. He nodded, she got up from her position on the floor and walked over to him, her hips shaking seductively the entire way. His tired member and emptied balls groaned in protest as arousal started to control them again. Laid down by his side before shifting onto his waist, rubbing his cock between her bare slick folds. "Think you can go again? Show me why you won't leave?" He nodded yet again as he shifted his hips back and plunged into her velvety vent." Ooh, good boy. Now, show me why my boys love you so much." With a groan he thrusted into her, showing her exactly why he would never leave his new family and away from her heavenly pussies embrace.

Two days later

"Are you ready my son?" Queen Tiber spoke to Frankie, who was kneeling at her feet and massaging her cramped calves.

"I-I think so." He stuttered, keeping his eyes down and focusing on the task at hand.

"Think?" She sat up and placed her paw under his chin to raise his gaze to hers.

"What if they won't accept it?" He whined, it was clear to Tiber that the subject was bothering 'her' subject immensely.

"You doubt my power?" She laughed at his answer. "Listen my child," She pulled his head into her bare lap. "My mother and her mother and the mother before her were all gifted with this power from the gods. It is because of this power that this empire has survived long past every other. Imagine, a city with no violence within it self. All the worries lay within the outside world, no theft, murder, or vandalism has happened in the past few hundred years." Frankie seemed a bit more comforted by this knowledge. "I promise you that they will all accept my gift, they have all drank from my loins. Once that is done our little family always grows even bigger." She gave him a tight lipped smile, "Now, how about you introduce the new you to your friends? After Xerxes has his fill of course." Frankie pushed himself up and ran out from the temple yelling.

"Thank you!" Over his shoulder. He knew that his friends were all in the same tent he was in two days ago, they were most likely already making good with their new family. They would never need to go exploring again and neither would the young, hypnotized Frankie for the rest of their lust controlled lives.