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The Road of Elithreen was a major trade route, passing entirely through the country of Efinder. Its long, winding path curved over mountains, cut through rivers, and strayed through forests. There wasn't a biome that it didn't touch, in some way, some where. It was the road you took when you wanted to move things long distance, so its liveliest portions were covered in wagons from traders, caravans for people making trips, and guards to protect them all. People hardly ever got attacked.

In the busy parts. But when your journey brought you through the more desolate parts of the path, when you were miles away from the nearest town, things would stalk the road for easy prey. There were no small amount of tales, of people leaving on a journey and disappearing on the road, and it had is own superstitious beasts in parts. The Wolf of Langwood was said to snatch single travelers to the north, by the Langwood forest. The Trinnelton Serpent was a hundred foot long snake that hunted as the Road passed through Trinnel Swamp. There were more tales, old ones, but a new one was about to be made.

Along the grassy, golden plains of Choril, one would think that being able to see for a mile or two over flat land would make ambushes very hard, but the lizardfolk that frequented the area were masters of stealth. Their kind were typically known to stay near swamps and wetlands, but apparently a tribe moved here, long ago, and evolved with golden scales. A few had been caught or seen from time to time, but they were crafty enough to hide their homes and spread their hunts out wide. Some adventurers had been hired to deal with them, but couldn't find anything.

Or so Alin said, the wyvern walking on the road, a brown back on his pack, over a blue coat and a bright pink shirt beneath. Plain, brown trousers covered his lower half. Fluffy green hair adorned his head, along with some soft, pointed ears, and the top half of a beak, lined with teeth, on his muzzle. His eyes were amber, a soft and warm gold that bespoke of his prime lineage.

He'd learned a while ago to be less forthcoming about this, but in some areas, the crown prince couldn't avoid being recognized. It helped that he was no longer in his home country, at least. His travelling partner knew, but was under orders not to tell anyone, lest he be smacked upside the head. Said partner walked beside him, standing over half a foot taller.

Sckit looked a bit similar to a jester- heavy, black horns curved up and around his head, imitating a fool's cap, his eyes glowed a devious yellow with a black sclera, and a tight, spiked collar fit around his neck. His fur was purple, darker in his hair and around his neck, heading down into a fluffy poof over the top of his chest and shoulders. His forearms and hands were furless, instead coated in scales, striped with purple and a dull orange. His fingers had large claws on them that were sturdy, great for combat, but a bit annoying for some mundane tasks like writing. Not that he did much of that. His lower legs and feet were scaled in the same way, and a surprisingly soft, puffy purple tail waved above his pants.

He nodded along with everything that Alin had to say, certain that the prince had done his research. It made sense for someone who was aiming to be King one day to know a lot about countries he may have to fight some day. They were travelling towards a remote wood, and old one, that was fabled to be the place where the first druids were made, in order to regain the prince's magic. Sckit still wasn't quite sure what caused it- Alin refused to talk about it, no matter how many times he'd asked. He had stopped asking when he noticed the wyvern's dark demeanor afterwards.

It was mid day, with a modest breeze. Being late spring, the temperature was warm, but not uncomfortable for either of the tall men. A recent break for food left them energetic for the next part, even though they had a long way to go. It would've been nice to take a carriage through the area, but one wasn't set to leave for another few weeks. At least the country was nice, and it left a lot of time for learning about one another.

Such things like how Alin hated his brothers, Sckit was a full-on devil from another plane, Alin's crush on a gold dragon, and the purple boy's losing streak against some tiny blue cat. He preferred not to go into detail on that one, stating only that it happened, and that he was lucky the feline didn't enthrall him.

"Why're you adventuring, instead of... I dunno, prince stuff? Riding horses or eating feasts or whatever they do," Sckit asked. The path was simple dirt, the occasional rock getting squished underfoot. Alin spoke, a bright tone to his voice: "I wanted to get a better sense of the world. My people are varied and..." Quietly, in the middle of a breeze, unseen shapes moved through the tall grass, using camouflage and the wind to their benefit.

Ten in total, they had five on each side of the path, all moving as one, ready to strike. Aryte, party leader, let out the yap of a fox to tell everyone to prepare to attack. He pulled his spear close, tucked against his side so it didn't disturb the reeds around him. A buckler on his left arm parted the stalks in front, his quick, scaled body moving through them like a shark through water- quick, efficient, and hungry.

"... So, now I'm wandering," the wyvern finished, Sckit nodding and humming. It was a kinda boring story and he lost interest halfway through. But at least Alin looked happy to have told it. The wind rustled the tan strips, making them wave to and fro in a pleasant way, showing the path of air. At least, it was very pleasant until Sckit and Alin found themselves surrounded by sharp spears and thin lizards.

Alin scoped out the situation, freezing as the spears drew in close. Five, six, eight... They were definitely outnumbers. His hand stretched, the wyvern searching for any hint of a response from the roots that lay beneath them, the life that surrounded them- and felt nothing in return. His heart trembled, and went cold. It was like torture, as if his oldest friend whom he still saw every day refused to speak or interact with him.

These lizards were well put together. Dressed in regular hide and thin, ragged pieces of cloth, their hard bodies were a testament to the life they led. It was hard to tell them apart with brief glances- some had tall frills, while others had spiny scales, or long teeth. He wasn't sure if the two of them could take them... But he wasn't going to not try.

Sckit was quick on the uptake. He spotted a flash of teeth and an angry eye from Alin out of the corner of his eye, and when the wyvern dropped low and spun, swinging his spiked tail through the legs of two lizards, he immediately swung forward with his claws, slicing the top off of the closest spear and pushing forward through the created gap. He backhanded one of them away, and seized the closest by the hide breastplate, pulling him close to ward off pointy spears.

Aryte watched, waited, calculated. He had been in many fights, and knew that the warm-blooded, tall meatbags that walked this road were brash and prone to mistakes. Like the wyvern... His tail was deadly, but it always left him open. The devil's brash, strong swipes were too wide. He barked out a few words in his harsh language, and his team immediately responded. The wounded did their best to drag themselves back, while the six or so ready warriors drove the pair back with quick, deadly jabs.

Alin could feel the strength bleeding from him. His attacks to began to slow, his body feeling like a lead weight was placed upon him. Green eyelids flickered as he struggled to keep them open, his head nodding forward. He took a swipe at a nearby lizard, and then tumbled to the ground.

Sckit was far more resistant to their poison- one unnoticeable scratch on Alin's cheek was enough to put him out, but they'd covered the devil's front and peppered his arms with no effect. It was rather effective when several of the tan-scaled lizards stood over Alin, spears hovering for a killing blow. "Surrender," one of the lizards said, a shield and spear in his hand. He stood taller than the rest, leaner, a long tail flicking stiffly behind him. "Our spears will bring death if you do not."

The devil hesitated- they hadn't been able to kill a single one of these creatures, and Alin was clearly out for the count. There was a chance they'd break free if he gave up, but he knew better than to doubt the lizardfolk- their kind did not have the same capacity for lies and half-truths as normal folk did. He shook with anger, but he lowered his arms, and a pair of the scaled men came in to wrap his arms and wrists in rope.

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Alin woke to the scent of fire, warmth on his side. His arms and legs were bound, and the wyvern scooted away in quick panic! He flipped over, to find a regular, modest campfire that he'd been a little close to. He didn't let out his breath of relief yet, though. Around the fire were the same ten lizardfolk who caught him- their slender, agile leader, a hulking brute, and more were gathered around the fire, tearing apart chunks of rabbit and fox.

Sckit was tied up as well, Alin saw, sitting on a stone a few feet away. He was scowling- which made sense. The prince knew that lizardfolk could view them just as food, which begged the question- why were they alive? These creatures only kept something if it was of use, and he wasn't sure what use they'd have of them.

The lizards soon finished their food, while their captives sat silently in the back of the cave. It didn't take long for the atmosphere to change, Alin very much aware of their sharp eyes on his body. The one he had determined to be their leader came up to him, and yanked the green male to his knees.

Aryte let out a low, rumbling hiss. He could feel a low heat, building in his groin. It was time to put these two to use. His sharp claws found their way to Alin's throat, where they ran over his scales, seizing one between two pointed tips. Aryte wanted to be sure that the flighty meatbag understood him. "You run, you die. You fight, you die. You are ours," he stressed that final syllable, and saw the fear flash in his wyvern's eyes.

His squad was stripping behind him, baring themselves. Aryte shrugged off his armor, revealing more of his trim build, and tugged his loincloth away, a deep, manly part of him enjoying the soft gasp the wyvern gave once it was exposed. It was a foot and a half of dick, soft, surprisingly human in shape with foreskin, but brown and leathery. It's girth was impressive, and Aryte prided himself on being second biggest in the group- Kalo was only half again his height, of course he'd be bigger.

Alin felt his stomach churn, once the lizard's loincloth fell away. Staring at the flaccid, out of place cock. He was surprised he didn't notice in on the battlefield, but then, he had been rather preoccupied with their other spears. His cheeks burned, green darkening as he gulped. This is what the lizards wanted from them? He could suck a dick to save his life, but... He didn't think this was a one and done type deal, either.

Despite having a rounded bell tip, and some thick foreskin, there were a series of ridges that ran along the top of the scaled creature's length, running until just behind the glans of the tip. A pair of nuts that'd make a bull proud hung underneath it, coated in the same tan-brown skin. The member swayed as Alin hesitated, the claws still pricking his throat. The lizard removed them slowly, as two of his kind started to surround Sckit. "If you are good, you will get dinner." Alin's ears flicked back- that was how it was gonna be, then.

He gave a nod, but wasn't sure what to do now. The lizard wasn't moving, and hadn't even gotten erect yet. He couldn't use his hands to stroke... Did this creature expect him to, what, nuzzle against it? He looked up to the male's hard eyes and found no help, amber orbs staring back down at him in an impatient way. Alin shuddered, and huffed, eyes flicking about the floor. He couldn't stall forever. He slowly leaned forward, until his lips touched the shaft. He gave it a soft smooch, since surely everyone likes having their dick kissed, and began to rub his snout against its side, dragging the foreskin off of the tip until the skin slipped away and covered it again.

The lizard's scent was strong, but not terribly tank. They smelled earthy, right, with hints of grass and heat, all mixed into a manly musk that Alin was very close to, as he dipped his head down and rubbed his face against that shaft, feeling it begin to pulse and thicken, throbbing to life. He heard the lizard about start to laugh, saw a hand point at him, but he couldn't make out their language. Luckily the man decided to translate for him. "You are eager? Could not even wait for me!" Fuck. Alin felt embarrassment rise in him, but he didn't want to risk stopping and get the lizard's wrath.

Sckit had the good luck to get the biggest one on his side, his inhumane cock swaying past the creature's knees. It was massive- how it hid in the grass was beyond him. Even with stalks five feet high, he must have practically crawled to move around. He gulped as the big beast swung it's hips, and plopped it's mighty dick down over his face, head, and neck, trailing over them all in a meaty, heavy lump. He gasped at its weight and heat, getting a noseful of dirt-like musk. His tongue lolled from his mouth. He wasn't an incubus, but... Maybe it could be fun to play around.

Ripping sounds carried through the cave as his shirt and pants were torn, and the scraps tugged off. The devil's dick was nothing average either, though it still barely held up to the group of lizardmen, being somewhere over a foot. Metal studded his length, running up the top of his dick and stopping just behind a hooded tip. Not that any of the lizards cared about that. Sckit sniffed and huffed, unable to help himself as the lizard started to drag his length back and forth, the heat and weight increasing bit by bit as blood began to flow.

Alin's lizard was nearing full erection, the shaft standing out, but drooping down. A thin line of clear pre stretched from the rolled foreskin down to the floor, Alin gazing after it. He pulled his cheek and head away from the shaft, since now he could work the head. His red tongue left his mouth, tentatively giving the member a lick. The taste was mostly clean- a touch of sweat, but otherwise, it was no different from any other dick he'd sucked.

He swallowed the head with ease, despite it being nearly as large as a fist, slipping it past his teeth and using them as a barrier to keep flesh away from his sharp points. It was a little hard to gain the leverage he needed with the cock being only mostly erect, and him not having any hands to prop it up, but somehow he managed by relaxing his throat, and forcing the cock in further. His lips tightened, and he sucked softly, pulling his head back a few inches until his lips wrapped around the glans, part of the shaft glistening with spit.

Sckit, meanwhile, was slobbering over the base of the big lizard's cock, which loomed above him like a branch of a tree. The big man was making adorable sounds- at least to a man like Sckit. Rough chuffs, grumbles, and hisses, all while powerful hands flexed around his head, craving to grab but holding off. One of the lizards tugged him back on the rock, away from the big lizard's cock, making the large man snarl. He would've propped his hands up in a shrug, but he could barely wiggle. He'd be damn tight for anyone entering through the rear, though, with his legs squeezed together like that. It'd be fun.

Hot drops of pre fell on his head and his back, increasing in size by the moment. He wished he could taste them, though that was likely coming soon. With ten lizards to satisfy, he'd likely be tasting quite a bit, so it was just a matter of time. The lizard in front of him bent down, resting his shaft in the curve of Sckit's face one again, running along his muzzle and up, over his eye. He jumped a bit while the one he couldn't see applied some cream to his ass, fingers dipping in unceremoniously to smear it around. Some sort of lube, perhaps? It warmed his ring and made his cock throb, the shaft trapped between his stomach and stone.

A warm tip pushed through his cheeks, kissing his 'forbidden' lips. Het let out a soft sigh against the lizard's nuts, trying to prepare. The tip alone was large, pushing apart his butt as it prepared for entry. A shot of hot pre hit against his entrance, and he shivered. The cock spread him open, and Sckit huffed, the tip popping in, before the shaft crept along. It was tight, as he'd known, and the lizard was working with limited lube- even if more pre was coming out by the second. Inside, the slick fluid did nothing to help the still dry inches that were delving inside him, nor the bumpy ridges that came along the top of the cock. He wished he was getting fucked on his back... Those would feel wonderful against a certain spot.

Aryte hooked his thumbs under the wyvern's beak, into the joints of his jaw. He pushed them in, making Alin open up wide, hot breath washing over his length. He forced himself in, then, holding the male still while his cock plunged down his throat. It checked all the marks- hot, wet, and tight. It squeezed around his length, making his lips perk up and show off bare, white teeth. Another lizard came around for the wyvern's back, but a quick snap and glare was enough to send the scurrying. "Mine first!" he said. He'd have both of these holes bred and spread, before he even considered about letting someone else use his toy. He waved for Skeln, the best tribesman at working metal, to bring over the collars they'd fashioned. He'd had several made, since he needed one to fit while his dick was in his fucktoy's new throat. He removed his thumbs once his shaft bottomed out, the boy's throat clinging to his cock.

With several loops of metal in his hand, and Skeln scurrying back to watch, he started testing them. He grabbed the smallest, and wrapped it around the green throat below, but it was too tight and wouldn't latch. The same held true for the next one. The third latched, but dug too tight around his cock and made the bitch cough and sputter around him. The next didn't dig as much, but the wheeze his pet gave off was annoying. He put the next on, and it seemed to fit fine enough... But what if Kalo decided to use him? Hmm. He went with two more sizes up, just to be safe. It'd move around a bit, but that was better than the wyvern accidentally dying.

Alin's eyes watered and teared, his throat feeling raw after the selection of collars. His suspicions were confirmed- it'd take a lot of work to escape these creatures. He heard the collar click into place, and his stomach dropped, leaving him in a sour mood. If he bit or shot an angry eye, the lizard might just decide he wasn't worth the effort and dispose of him- and the last thing the prince wanted was to be eaten. Even... As a captive, or slave, he still had a chance of going back to his people, or regaining his magic. The cock in his throat started to draw back as the lizard gripped his head tight. It slammed back in a second later, forcing air out of his nose. Alin spent a few moments fantasizing about regaining his druidic powers. It'd be so easy to create a bramble of vines so thick that none of the lizards could move a muscle without getting cut. They'd move for him, though. Then he'd get his revenge by fucking this lizard...

Alin's shaft pulsed hotly in his pants. He didn't want it to, not now, but he couldn't help it either. His body was used to men, and he typically enjoyed their company, if on his terms. He'd let the lizard fuck his throat, but he sure wasn't going to help any. Watching tan hips slam in again and again was dizzying, leaving Alin feeling lightheaded, his member pulsing out hot pre, making a big wet spot and leaking towards the ground.

Sckit's own member was doing the same, just without the barrier of cloth. It was hard and hot, as the pain of the lizard in his ass faded away to a warm, pleasant glow, wet pre doing it's job now that the shaft was pulling out and slamming back in. He wouldn't even resist right now, with the cock in his ass, and the big lizard's dick hovering in front of his face. He had been wondering if the big guy would ever put it in, or if he were just into outercourse. It was fine if he was, but Sckit always liked it better inside him.

The lizard behind him was really picking up the pace- ramming in hard, bouncing his body against the stone until his cheeks began to sting. One clawed hand sunk into his rump, squeezing it tighter, digging into his flesh until he gasped. Sharp teeth sank into his scruff, holding him down while he was fucked, and Sckit's cock jerked and pulsed. Fuck! The pain burned and made his neck tingle, but he practically creamed himself right there.

A big thumb pushed into his mouth while his eyes were unfocused, snapping him back to the man in front. His jaw was drawn down until his joints popped and then the fat cocktip of the lizard pressed to his tongue, salty taste and musk flooding his snout. He got to experience the joy of it spurting down his throat, as those hips started to near, the shaft sinking into his muzzle. It caught for a second, as the tip tried to pass into his throat, but it's girth was just a touch too big. He blew bubbles of pre out around it, but this was no issue for the mighty beast that was set on claiming him. The shaft continued on after a moment, his throat stretched to maximum capacity. If he weren't a devil with a body sturdier than most mortals, he may have had issues taking his thing!

Aryte was enjoying the dazed, slack look of his toy. Tears running down his face, eyes hazy, ears drawn back... It was good. He could even sniff out his scent of arousal. Way better than fucking one of the few sluts that passed at breeding wenches in the caves. His slaps increased in pace and force, soft "Glks" and groans coming from the wyvern as his balls slapped against the male's chin, thumping each time. He let out a soft hiss as his hands squeezed, claws digging into his captive's skull. He forced his length in one more time, and then, waves of warmth and tingling pleasure radiated out from his groin, his toes curling, scraping the stone underneath as his cock fed it's load past a tight throat, into a waiting gut.

Each shot pulled up his length, spraying deep inside his bitch, and he could feel the warmth of his cum envelop his tip, pushing back against the shaft. But, with the throat plugged, it couldn't let it out- until it ran up and out his nose. He enjoyed feeling his pet thrash and squirm, trying to get air in as cum flowed out. He managed to cough once or twice, and wet, sticky drops splashed back onto his scales, white jizz drooling out, over a green chin. It felt too good cumming, to want to pull out, but as the struggles continued, he figured he'd better. Wet, stained cock pulled free, ridges spurting out on top with small gushes of seed, until his head popped out, spunk dripping from his tip.

Alin's lungs burned, and his eyes were sealed. He could breathe! Cum was blocking his nose, cock in his throat, and even when the tip popped out, there was a few seconds of backflow, cum gushing out of his throat, before he could manage to suck in a ragged breath and a solid lump of semen. He coughed, sending out specks of spit and cum all over the floor. When it finally died down, he wheezed, throat still feeling gummed up and thick, even after he tried swallowing a few times. His cock ached, pulsing in his pants. He was so close... He'd never have admitted it.

He watched the white and tan cock bob as the lizard walked around him, sharp claws soon tearing a hole in his pants. The ropes on his legs were cut, too, and strong hands pressed against his thighs, opening them to show his steamy snat, tucked away right below his pucker. It came as quite the surprise when a snout pressed against it, rubbing against his slick walls, sending jolts of pleasure through him. No, no, no! He didn't need this, not now. A dexterous, powerful tongue slipped in to explore his depth. Longer than most, it slid right up his cunt until it hit his cervix, which it flicked against, tasting his need. The wyvern groaned as it pulled out. It wasn't hard to know what was coming next.

Cum poured from Sckit's gaping ass, pooling in the recess of his squished thighs, before running over, as if someone kept pouring into a cup that was already full. Some leaked between, staining the purple fur, drops running down his nuts. He'd already came, but who could blame him? The big boy was still pounding his throat, despite him sucking and using his long tongue to wrap around the length. The first lizard had finished with his ass, and he could already feel a second one sliding in to take his place.

The new lizard had no problem sliding right in for sloppy seconds, his shaft thicker, but shorter, and all the same amount of enjoyable. Sure, his neck stung and his hole was sore. His throat was beginning to ache from the way the big lizard was squeezing it and using it as a handhold for thrusting, but that was fine. His gut felt tight, but it was sure to be stretched after this lizard's load- he could tell it was coming, that member hard as a rock, he could feel the veins and ridges pass through his wet tunnel.

Until his claw finally cut through the remainder of the first strap of rope. He was quickly able to slide his arms out. When the balls rammed against his neck, he sucked hard, deterring the lizard from pulling out. His hands swung forward, gripped his scaly ass, and held him close as the cock started to pour jizz into him. He felt another load drip out of his manhood while he suckled and swallowed every drop he could, the lizardfolk's moans like music to his ears.

Skeln was happy to finally get his turn! The best warriors had gone first, but now it was his chance. Kalo was standing nearby, leaning against a wall, knees shaking. He was trying to brag about how well he'd fucked that creature, but it wasn't hard to see who had fucked who, in a sense. The armorer looked at SCkit's hungry face, the devil licking his lips as white pearls dropped from his chin. There was clearly no reason to keep him tied up. Skeln first attached a collar, a little big but that was fine, and slid under their captive, dodging drops of cum while he slit the ropes, only to be blasted in the face with the scent of a wet pussy. His dick throbbed. He had never thought he'd get an unclaimed hole! He was tired of fucking things spread and sloppy.

The other warriors helped, lifting the slut so he could slide in under him. His tip pressed against the feminine slit, and he could feel the inner walls squeezing, trying to get at him, kissing him wetly. Their people didn't get to have both a dick and a cunt. What blessed pets these were. His claws grabbed Sckit's sides, and he thrust all of it in, in one go, gasping at the tight, untainted pleasure. His dick would be the first to spread these walls, to fill it with his primal essence, to forge a path for the other men. His cock twitched excitedly as he started to pummel, balls swinging. Skeln gripped the collar between his teeth, and tugged and yanked, even as the next in line stepped up to fuck the muzzle above.

Alin was crown prince. He had a country to go back to. People needed him, adored him, and he had so much to live up to. His magic was torn from him, as if someone had cut off a limb, and the one thing that should be on his mind was getting it back. He needed to get out of here, but how? He couldn't give in. He bit his lip until blood started to well up, his hands clenching tight inside their bonds. He could hear every slap as the lizard defiled him, cock splitting him open, spurting that scented, clear juice in him, which ran over his slit and knot.

He wouldn't moan. He couldn't cum. If he was going to survive this, he couldn't give in. The lizard didn't even care about his pleasure! Alin knew he was just being bred by some beast, who couldn't or wouldn't give a thought to if he liked it... But that just made his vagine burn hotter with pleasure. His stomach was stretched by the dick alone, the shaft reaching deap, ramming past his cervix without a care in the world.

Claws raked over his scales, hips hit his ass, and the cock in him started to throb and jerk, testing the limits of his walls. Heat shot into him, and spread out, sinking past the lines of his inner walls, diffusing out until his whole body was warm. He felt it built up in him, desire, pleasure, and pain mixing into a volatile cocktail that threatened to destroy him. The dick was the only thing he could focus on, tearing him away from his thoughts, forcing him to feel every pulse, cum washing out and falling in a steady stream. His cunt clenched tight, his cock spilled it's load into his pants, dripping down his leg and pushing through the fabric to seep out. Alin let out a long, pained moan.

Sckit made short work of each of the men who came to him. Alin was focused on their leader, which was nice, but being at the center of such loving, rough men made him feel welcomed. When he showed eagerness to pleased, and moaned when they smacked his ass, they responded in kind. You could always tell if a man was happy by his dick- the way it's head swelled up, how much pre was leaking out, the firmness. If everything was right, it was a clear indicator that it's owner was happy.

Sckit made sure that every one of them entered and left him happy. He couldn't possibly contain all the jizz that was being put into him, but honestly, it was more fun being messy. His fur was stained, marked with the scent of his tribe. If he did happen to walk into a town, people would immediately know he was a dirty cumslut who'd been passed around more than a few times. It was empowering. Cocks came and went, filling him to the point of bursting before pulling away and letting all the slick, salty liquid spew forth. The little stone podium he was on was getting properly soaked, but the fringe edges of cumwere beginning to dry, and kept him stuck. All in all, it was a good day.

Things went on like that for hours- once Aryte finished using each of Alin's holes, the rest were allowed to take their turns. Hours turned into days, days into months. There were periods of time when they weren't getting fucked senseless, usually during the day when the lizards hunted. Nights were typically filled with hours of getting filled, which Sckit gave in to eagerly. Alin had a rougher time adjusting, though, and had to be chained to a wall.

Until their bellies started to swell and grow, eggs beginning to form until they were gravid, stomachs pushing out as if they were fat- or so it would look if they weren't a touch lumpy. The wyvern became more subdued after that, since there was no possible way he'd escape while pregnant, with the lizards being far more agile than him.

Several months later, Alin sat on the stone. It was uncomfortable at first, but eventually his body had hardened and adapted. He tried not to move much, since every little jostle sent soft springs of pain across his swollen gut. The lizards had taken to screwing him on his back, or just using his mouth, which only helped a little. He could feel each little oval in him jostle and bounce, soft edges rubbing against one another. He knew that they were leathery eggs, akin to most reptiles. He knew it was close to the time for them to come.

His thighs shuddered as he felt his cunt clench. Warm water washed out as he began to groan out. The men were eating their dinner, and hadn't noticed the spreading puddle. Alin panted and huffed as his body heated up, his hands pressing into his belly, as it felt like something dropped through him. His slit began to pound with pleasure, blinding him from the world, as something started to push against his cervix, slowly spreading it wide. His tunnel naturally relaxed, pushing it through in waves, each little jolt sending out drops of arousal. His cock was rock hard in mere seconds, the foot and a half of black, barbed dick pulsing out pre in time with his contractions.

The egg pressed against his lips. It was a little thinner than Kalo's big dick, but coming from that direction, in that shape, was something he wasn't prepared for. Alin let out a pleasured yell as the egg plopped free, covered in the slime of his juices, to the floor. He could feel another one beginning to come out, and a loud moan came from him, as the tribe gathered around. He still wanted to be free, but... He would do anything to keep having eggs.

Sckit watched as Alin went through the process, a big smile on his face. The wyvern's face changed from looking stressed and worried, to a bit confused, and then to surprised pleasure, until he gave in, mouth yawning open, eyes rolling up. It was great, wasn't it? Sckit had had the pleasure before, and he'd been looking forward to it. He had even tried alluding to it a few times, in conversation with Alin. He'd casually mention how stretched you felt, and how exhausted you were after, or what it felt like when they finally came free. He had worded it just a bit ambiguously, but it was all in good fun. For him.

It was refreshing to feel his body start, water gushing free to stain the stone before. He changed his position so he was up on his knees, using the wall for support. He hadn't learned too much of the lizard's language, but as they surrounded them, watching their eggs begin to come through, he said: "Fuck me. Ass! Fuck!" His voice got louder as the egg travelled down his cunt, soon cresting. His knees began to wobble as lightning bolts of arousal shot through him.

The egg slipped free and another one started, leaving him moaning. Alin cried out again, next to him, and soon the lizards were riled up. Nothing got a man going like seeing the seeds of his harvest grow. Sckit felt a warm prick pushed against his loose hole, sliding in. The foreskin pulled away as his shaft hugged the firth, and the devil's cock began to grow pudgy, ready for another round. He didn't care if he ever got to leave- these men knew how to pleasure their pets.