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Repaying the Debt

The gray stone room was warm to the touch and the air was humid with a mildly sweet smell, like sap on tree bark in the rainforest. Lounging on a granite throne on the far end of the room was an emerald green-scaled Lacertan, an eager grin across his broad, strong snout. He was wearing shimmering obsidian armor across his chest and shoulders, but his thigh was bare, revealing his bulging, scaled sheath. His feet were equally bare and he was tapping a long, curved claw against the hard floor with a click-click-click.

“Bring the next one in," he ordered, showing two rows of long, dagger-sharp fangs behind his rough lips.

Something wicked in his green eyes flickered as the door opened. Pawel weakly walked in, limp manhood flopping around for all to see. His scent was invigorating, smelling like salted meat, as it usually did, but with a hint of spicy sage; though now, with his humiliation on full display, there was something awkward and sweet that was subtly wafting from him. His eyes were downcast as he approached the Lacertan and he did not bother to resist the ropes that bound his arms behind his back.

“Kneel!" the Lacertan ordered.

Pawel fell to his knees, lowering his shaved head to the stone floor in a bow.

Satisfied, the Lacertan began to file the claws on his hand against the armrest of his throne. He began to speak, “Lazsh has told me that you...gave up."

“Sirth, I..."

“Speak only when I tell you!" Sirth slammed his fist against he armrest, sending an echoing thump throughout the room. “And address me according to your position."

“Sir..."

Perhaps Sirth did not know about the human word, “Sir," and the honorific that it was, but he didn't give Pawel a chance to finish and even if he had, he would have wanted a more powerful word.

Sirth threw himself up from his throne, feet slamming against the floor as he stormed towards the supplicate. He reached down, wrapped his hand around the human's throat and lifted him up. Sirth forced Pawel to look into his eyes, the tip of his snout inches away from his face.

“Know your place!" Sirth hissed, baring his fangs. “You failed to pay back your debts, you gave up. I own you now and you will address me as master."

Pawel tried to choke out a response. Sirth loosened his grip a little.

“Master, I'm sorry."

Sirth snorted a gust of air into Pawel's face, forcing him to flinch. The Lacertan let go, allowing his slave to kneel on the ground once again.

“Explain yourself, slave."

Pawel gasped for breath but knew there would be consequences if he didn't respond, so he forced out a raspy answer, “I-I gave up, master, because I wanted to be yours."

Sirth blinked, his slitted pupils dilating for a second, clearly having not expected this response and failed to respond verbally.

“T-there was no point in trying to be free," Pawel said with sadness in his voice. “And after I got captured by those...I realized I want to be protected. I want you to protect me, master, and hold me in your strong arms."

The green Lacertan continued to stand there, dumbfounded and silent.

“I'm sorry, master. I'm acting fooling..."

Sirth caressed the cheek of the human gently, running his claws through the short hairs of his head. Pawel blushed as his face was tilted up by his master, water running out of his eyes.

The Lacertan's green, evil eyes now had a softness to them as they stared down at the human from down his large muzzle.

“You want to be my slave?" Sirth whispered with a slight hiss, but not an angry one, if that was possible.

Pawel nodded.

“Two willing slaves in one day, what are the odds?" Sirth glanced over at me for a second and I shuddered, warmth spreading through my thighs.

With his spare hand, Sirth reached behind his back, ripping a strap away and allowing his metal armor to clatter onto the ground. His chest was thickly muscled with a pale belly and black stripes ran across his back and down onto the top of his tapered tail.

Pawel gasped as he was raised to his feet by his master and brought into an embrace. The human buried his head in his strong, scaled chest. Water continued to trickle out of his eyes but he was now smiling, secure in the arms of his owner.

Sirth loosened his hug and pointed his snout down, touching it against the human's pointed nose. A thick tongue darted out and the human moaned as it licked against his lips.

The ropes that bound Pawel were torn away by Sirth's claws and immediately he wrapped his arm around his master's back with one arm, and rubbing at his cloaca that hid his sheathed cock.

“Ever since I saw you for the first time..." Sirth whispered as the human kissed the end of his snout with his flexible lips. “I wanted you."

“And I wanted you to have me," Pawel gasped. His cock was now rock hard and pressing against the belly of his master. “Thank you, master!"

“You don't have to worry about anything now."

A scaled palm pushed on Pawel's shoulder and he obediently went to his knees. He knew exactly what his master wanted and began licking at the ring of his cloaca. Sirth gasped, exposing his powerful teeth.

“Good slave."

Pawel didn't respond, continuing to run his tongue along the rim of the cloaca and on the scales surrounding it. If Sirth's reaction was anything to go by, this was exactly the area Lacertan's loved to stimulate.

Soon, something pink peeked out of the cloaca, growing in length until the fat shaft fell out and seemed to split into two. Pawel eagerly grabbed the bifurcated cock and pushed the tips to his lips, paying tribute to it with his kisses. He opened his mouth, put his lips over his teeth and extended his tongue, and he tried to inset the cock in his mouth. He struggled to take the whole thing.

“Take one," Sirth whispered, comforting his disappointed slave by rubbing his head.

“But master, I..."

“We'll get her to do the other."

Sirth grabbed at the chain running along the floor and yanked it. My collar dug into the back of my neck, ordering me to join my master. Yipping happily, I crawled over, letting my tongue loll out of my slim, red muzzle like the dumb, little Vulpeculan I was.

I didn't waste time, I pressed the tip of my half of his cock to my black nose, taking in its musky, humid scent. I wanted him to cover me with his scent when he was done, to let everyone know who I belonged to, but only if he wished it.

Carefully, I flopped my tongue out and placed the bottom of his shaft atop it. The taste was metallic and salty. Pawel had already taken the entire shaft in his mouth and was bobbing up and down rapidly. It was so much easier for humans to do this with their thick, flexible lips; it was almost like they were made to give head.

“You'd better hurry up," he growled, tightening his grip on my chain. “Whoever gets me off first will get a prize."

I wanted to make master happy. After Pawel gave up on my quest, he promised to protect me from the others on Planet and wouldn't turn me into my relatives. He even said he'd get someone to find my brother and have him serve him just like me. He'd love it.

Slowly, I slid the shaft into my maw, careful to make sure it went between my fangs and in the center, away from my sharp molars. The tip brushed against the back of my throat and I gagged a little, but made sure to control myself. This was master and he deserved to be pleasured.

Thrusting my face forward, I let the shaft slide along my tongue. Sirth groaned with pleasure as his two slaves worked on him. My collar tightened, strangling me a little which caused me to shudder with pleasure. I had never known being a slave felt this good.

There was no hope competing with Pawel though. The damned flat-face was just too good at it and soon, Sirth shuddered and pulled his shaft out of Pawel's mouth. Semen shot out, drenching Pawel's face with his master's spunk, some landing in his mouth which was eagerly open with his tongue open.

I let Sirth's shaft fall out of my mouth and lowered my gave, staring at master's clawed feet. I would be punished, I knew it.

“Good job, human," Sirth purred, scratching the back of Pawel's head.

“Thank you, master."

“And now, your prize," Sirth glared at me, causing me to flinch. “Fuck her."

Without missing a beat, Pawel tackled me to the ground, protecting the back of my head from the stone floor with the back of his hand. His salty scent was growing more intense as fluid leaked from his kin. He was not interested in women but for master, he would do it.

His smooth cock slid effortlessly into my wet pussy, forcing me to gasp. As he did this, he pressed his lips against my muzzle, puckering them and kissing me in the human style, forcing his tongue inside.

As he did this, I hadn't noticed that Sirth was now lying on the ground next to us, stroking his bifurcated cock. Pawel continued pounding his cock into my vagina and I yowled as the tip slammed against my insides. The human was so good at this, that I didn't even notice until my back was against Sirth's rough belly scales, that Sirth had easily lifted both of us and was now under us.

I felt a little strange, having master underneath us, but I soon realized he was still dominating us when I felt something tickle my anus.

Pawel also moaned and begged Sirth to enter him. Master was going to have both of us at once.

“Please, master!" I grovelled, feeling the tip tease the rim of my ass. “Take me!"

Without warning, his cock thrust inside. It hurt at first, making me yelp and baring my teeth for a second, something I would normally never dare to do in front of my protector. Soon though, I began to enjoy it. The powerful dominance of my Lacertan master taking me from behind, while at the same time his human pet fucked my cunt. I was the lowest of his slaves now. The proud Princess turned into a slave of a slave.

And I loved it.

My tongue lashed out, slopping lapping at Pawel's chest and taking in his salty, moist flavor. Sirth's tongue did the same, slapping against the side of my muzzle from behind.

Pawel was the first to finish, warm cream filling up the inside of my cunt. Pawel gasped, his thrusts weakening, but still continuing, wanting to keep pleasuring me or perhaps because master did not order him to stop.

Sirth soon followed. Immediately after his spunk shot into me, the heat in my thigh intensified and ecstasy soon followed, contracting in pulses. I screamed with joy, collapsing against the chest of my master, panting breathlessly.

“Good slave," Sirth hissed and I felt his sharp claws scratch behind my ear.

Pawel collapsed on top of me, wrapping his arms around me. Master's scaled arms soon swallowed both of us. We were secure. Safe.

Later, we moved to Sirth's bed. A soft, linen covered mattress with no blankets. A heat lamp hanging above the bed kept us warm, a little too warm for myself, but I didn't dare ask master to turn it down. Besides, it was okay, so long as his muscled arm was wrapped around my shoulder, clinging me tight to his chest. I could fall asleep no matter how how it was.

He was paying attention to Pawel right now. The human's lips were pressed against the tip of Sirth's snout, making the strange smacking noise that they make when they kiss. Strange noises aside, I couldn't help but watch eagerly, warmth once again growing in my thighs.

Master didn't notice me begin to grind my thighs against his hips. The rough scales were perfect and I found a blunt spike nearby that could have been tailor-made for stimulating my clit.

Master continued letting his human pleasure him while I pleasured myself on him until…

“Aaaaaagh!" I gasped, furiously fingering my pussy as it throbbed. A small stream of lubricant squirted and I leaned back against the rough bark of the tree behind me.

Panting, I relaxed my arms and closed my eyes.

That was the best session in a long time. I owned several slaves back home that I took advantage of, but I increasingly found myself putting myself in their shoes, imagining what it would be like if they were to be my master, doing whatever they felt like with me with their filthy bodies.

I had never met Sirth, of course, but I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Pawel submit to him and for me to join him. Part of me kind of wished Pawel would lose his quest so I could see what would happen, but I knew the difference between fantasy and reality.

It didn't really matter. It would never happen. I trusted Pawel and I knew he was capable. He wouldn't lose and even if he did, it didn't matter because this chapter is non-canon in the story.

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