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Slayer or Layer 18

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

The third day passed in a blur of sex and debauchery, each rut feeling more intense than usual. Lorkos didn't know if it actually was or if he was imagining things, but it felt as though he was getting fucked harder, his body used more roughly, almost like there was something trying to convince him to stay.

The time in the breeding hut was pleasurable, there was no denying that. The feeling of slippery, slender-tipped, thick-based reptile cocks plundering his pussy was intensely pleasurable, and the mostly-wolf had never been able to stay so close to his own form so easily and so reliably as he had in the village. The fucking and the laying by the hour was a relief as much as it was a temptation.

Even now, flat on his back with his legs bent back almost to his ears, with his pussy pushed up in the air and a cock deep inside of him, there was a part of him that wanted to stick around the village. He panted for breath, his inner walls clamping down on the hard, scaly cock inside of him, and he groaned every time that he felt it pulsing inside of him, every time that he felt it squirming, squirting, shooting into his depths.

The wolf moaned as he was pounded, his hips twitching, his pussy clenching, his ass jiggling slightly from the hard thrusts. His eyes had rolled back in their sockets, and he stared at the inside of his eyelids as he was fucked, filled, fucked, filled. Balls pressed against him, slapping against him every time that the lizardman slammed in.

He came, as he was so used to doing now, squirting juices that he barely had to spare, and the lizard slammed in up to the hilt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Lorkos no longer felt shame at screaming and moaning his own orgasms while being bred, embracing the need that took him by the scruff of the neck and slammed him against the wall of his own pleasure. He felt the hot seed spurting into him, felt the warmth that he milked from the shaft flooding into his womb...

And then the lizardman pulled off of him, hot, thick cock slurping free of his sex. Panting hard, Lorkos looked down at the gaping slit that he had, the puffy lips held apart by the breeding curse and how hard he'd been fucked. The black lines of the sigils of pleasure were still painted in obvious streaks along his sex, keeping him obedient, needy.

And at the moment, he barely cared.

"Take him back to hissss tent," the shaman whispered, the white-scaled one stepping to the side. "Let him ressst before we breed him again..."

The shaman looked down at him with a smile that was as sickly as it was horrifying. There was no more hiding the deception there. Probably the older male thought that he was pacified, that he was so deep in his own orgasmic bliss that he didn't notice.

And for a time, Lorkos was...until he was lifted and carried past the boundary of the breeding hut.

As soon as they stepped through the doorway, he groaned, his mind coming back to him. The magic of the shaman kept him from feeling the worst of the things that were done to him, but that didn't mean that it didn't happen.

He was bruised, he was sore, and he was still more than a little agitated and wet down there. More than that, though, sliding out past the runes...

He could feel what they had done to his mind. How they made him love it. How the sigils pushed his heat higher, how they worked in conjunction with the ones on his pussy to make him give in and surrender, to offer his body with greater need and submission. They worked together to turn him into the ultimate slut for the males of the tribe.

No wonder they prefer me...

Lorkos kept quiet as he was taken back to his tent, but this time, he spread his legs willingly, showing off his pussy to the male in question. The soldier chuckled, not bothering to reach for the chains.

"Looksssss like you finally know your place."

"Please..."

"Not tonight."

The lizardman patted his pussy, then left him alone. Lorkos watched him leave, then slowly moved to sit up, shutting the tent flaps.

For the first time in who knew how long - perhaps two weeks, now? Perhaps longer? - he was able to sit without having to be fucked at the same time. It was a strange feeling, oddly liberating while at the same time humiliating. The fact that he could take such pleasure from something that normal people had at all times...

But tonight was the last night. He would flee, as soon as the lizard woman returned to wipe the sigils away from his pussy. As soon as that was done, he was gone.

He wasn't kept waiting long. The female came by a few minutes later, ducking into the tent with her usual cloth in hand, but with a different sort of waterskin in the other. He cocked his head to the side, but she didn't speak, just gestured for him to lay back.

Lorkos obliged her, spreading his legs and showing off his pussy. She reached down, dabbing the cloth in the liquid from the skin before giving a slow rub along the wolf's pussy.

It was hot, almost acidic in the way that it burned down there. In the back of his mind, Lorkos knew that if he hadn't been scaly there, it would have burned the flesh away. He hissed, clenching his hands into fists as he arched his back, but the lizard female kept cleaning him, rubbing and scrubbing along his sex.

By the time that she was done, it felt like most of the scales had been rubbed off as well as his flesh, but it was done. The sigils were gone, and so was the unnatural heat that they had created.

And whatever it was that was controlling me...

Lorkos sat up, but before he could dart out of the tent, the lizard woman grabbed him by the arm. She pulled him close, her eyes fiery despite the low light, and whispered to him.

"Return."

"What? No, I -"

"You lithia. Many children. Return. One day."

"...Let go of me."

"No. Promisssse."

The lizard woman's grip was stronger than he would have credited her with, but it was the way that she glared at him that made him falter.

There was something there, something that made him wonder if she'd been paying more attention than he thought. Or maybe Lia - god, he shouldn't have named her - or one of the other children had talked to her. Maybe there was something that had happened that he didn't know about.

He growled in his throat.

"...Fine."

"Your word."

"You have it."

"Good."

And much as he hated to admit it, she did. A wolf should not promise against his will, but even if he did, he had to keep that promise. It didn't matter if it was a bad one; if you made it, you kept it.

She let go of him and he darted from the tent. There was no sight of any other lizard nearby, and he imagined that they were all starting to make their way to bed with the falling of the sun. They didn't seem to like the cool night air, and he didn't entirely blame them. It was not pleasant.

But he would take running into any number of warriors so long as he didn't run into Lia or any of his other descendants. They had run through his dreams all night long, and he would know any of them by sight. He didn't want to see them.

He didn't want to be tempted.

The wolf snuck through the edge of the village, making his way to the trees before turning toward the water. The river rushed past him, fast and furious, and he knew that there'd be a bit of risk following it. If he fell, he'd be carried along for hundreds of feet, perhaps miles before he could get his feet under him again.

But it was the only way to make sure that they couldn't track him by scent. He had to -

"You're leaving?"

He hissed, biting his lips at the familiar voice. Slowly turning to look over his shoulder, he saw her. Lia. Red scales glimmering in the moonlight, she held something under her arm, something wrapped in leather.

It took him a moment to realize that it was his sword, his club, his gear. She walked to him slowly, but didn't offer it.

"You're leaving us?"

"I...Yes."

"Why?"

"..."

It took everything Lorkos had not to lash out, not to give in to the storm inside of him. He reached out for his gear, and after a moment, Lia passed it over. He pulled his belt back on, pulled up a pair of pants, and then pulled his shirt on. He tucked his weapons into his belt, and for the first time in far too long, he felt...safe.

At least, somewhat. There was still the egg inside of him, and that would likely be laid in the morning, but at least he was no longer trapped, no longer stuck where he had been, no longer helpless.

"...Will you be back, lithia?" she asked.

"The...other woman...made me promise."

"Then come back, and soon. You are...you are different."

She reached out to stroke his cheek, but he turned away. He knew better than to let her do that. He knew better than to believe that he could take that.

The young scaly paused, staring as if he had struck her. After a moment, she turned away, running off, hurrying back to the village. He watched her go, then turned away himself, pulling on his boots before stepping into the river.

He had a long way to go, and only a night in which to travel.

The wolf never found his horse, but then again, he didn't expect to. He had traveled so far afield from the place he'd stopped for the night so many days ago that he imagined his horse had either pulled itself free and wandered off or been taken in by other travelers. Either way, it was no longer his, and he would be on foot for a while.

But that was okay. It was still four days to the capital, and doubtlessly he'd find a chance to get a horse between here and there. There were enough bandits to steal from, and unlike the scalies, he could kill them without feeling any pangs of conscience or cursed punishments.

Lorkos stepped out of the river and the forest several miles downriver, enough distance to make it difficult for the village to track him. He eventually found the road again, making his way down it for another few miles before finding an inn. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, and Lia had been good enough to give him coin.

He stepped inside. There was a musician playing in the corner, but it was barely loud enough for him to hear. The wolf endured the stares of others as he walked up to the bar.

"There any rooms for the night?" he asked.

"One, if you got the coin."

"Give it to me."

He passed over three copper, then a silver when the badger behind the bar held out for more. Handed a key in return, he took it and followed the bartender's gesture to the stairs around back. His room was the first one on the right, and he had barely stepped in before he let himself fall onto the bed.

The feeling of a real bed, lumpy as it was, was a hundred times better than the ground that he had been sleeping on. He groaned as he rubbed his face against a real pillow, savoring the softness, and then slowly turned onto his side.

Lia...

The thought of his daughter, the pain on her face when he had turned away from her, still ached. He hated the fact that he had left her like that, but...

But what was he supposed to do?

Go back for her.

That was what he had promised to do, and eventually, he would have to. But not now. Not when he could be vulnerable. Not when he was so...so...

Weak.

He grimaced at the world, but it was true. He was weak. He was...less than what he should be. He was barely acting like a wolf...

The dragonslayer rolled onto his side, hugging his arms around his middle, knowing that the dreams and his children would be waiting for him there. Maybe, maybe, he would be able to bring himself to be more of a father - or a mother, or a lithia - there, but in real life...

They're scaly. They're with their people. And I am with mine.

That was the way that it had to be, the way that it was supposed to be.

But as he fell asleep, as he felt sleep reach out and take him by the hand and lead him down the dark roads of dream, he wondered, for the first time, if that was how it is SHOULD be.

The End