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There were a few essential qualities one must have to be a good tavern guard, One: the reflexes and speed to react to any situation, be that a drunkard trying to cause an incident in the tavern, or a would-be robber trying to steal any money that might be on the premises. Two: One had to be sociable enough that most people would approach you to deal with many things, such as when dealing with belligerent people or any other problem that the bartender or tavern owner couldn't deal with. And Three: Be strong enough to deal with anything that posed a threat, and if need be give it a big fat whack in the face, or an axe to the face, really anything that Elizabeth needed Qaszro to smack or hurt, though that was a very rare occurrence for Qaszro. Most of the time, his usual duties consisted of tossing drunks out on their asses when they'd overstayed their welcome and breaking up petty brawls between said drunks.

Still Qaszro could not complain, the giant lizard had a rather easy job for a former mercenary, and most of all he got to be with her. Qaszro looked towards the person in question, Elizabeth was probably the best thing to happen to Qaszro, she found him when he was at his lowest point after he'd lost his left arm in the Vanishing War. He owed her his life and he intended to repay that debt in kind. And so if she needed someone to provide security he would do it. Right now, Qaszro was watching over the tavern, ever vigilant to see if someone was going to try and start something. The evening has been quiet for the most part. No belligerent assholes accosting Elizabeth, no drunks causing trouble all in all, a nice relaxing evening.

This relaxing atmosphere would sadly be destroyed when a group of men kicked open the door, shouting loudly and drunkenly. Qaszro narrowed his eyes at the men, his hand motioning towards the axe he kept on his side, just in case.

“Ey! Bar bi-b-bitch! How bout you serve me and my men some drinks eh!" The apparent leader of the group yelled, Qaszro's eye twitched when he called Elizabeth a bitch, but that was not grounds for him to cave the man's skull in, not yet at least anyway. Elizabeth scowled at the drunkard, based on the outfit he was wearing and the way he carried himself; he and his companions were probably mercenaries.

“Sir. I would appreciate it if you keep your voice down, and I'd prefer you to not call me a bitch." Elizabeth said her scowl was not leaving her face, the man didn't seem to care that Elizabeth chided him.

“Well, ar-are you gonna serve us!" The man said as he slammed a gaggle of coins onto the counter, Elizabeth looked at the man and then at the coins and took them, inspecting them to see if they were fake and then she went to grab several tankards and poured them some ale. The men cheered drunkenly as they drank and roughhoused with each other, Qaszro almost had a tinge of nostalgia run through him, remembering his time as a merc, how he would spend hours drinking and fighting with his fellow soldiers, it was a fond…if distant memory for him. Then Qaszro would look at his missing arm, and remember why he'd given up that life, and then he looked at Elizabeth and saw the future he wanted to have outside of the life of being a warrior for hire. Qaszro snapped out of these memories when he heard a person yell.

“Hey!" A young woman yelled as she was being surrounded by a few of the mercenaries, and this was another reason why Qaszro left that life. Moving quickly the lizard person moved towards the group ready to deal with whatever might happen next.

“Sirs, is there a problem?" Qaszro asked, trying to not appear outwardly threatening, which was rather hard since Qaszro was covered nearly head to toe with scars from his time as a merc and of course the missing arm.

“We're just tryin to have some fun ain't we Garth?" One of the men said as he elbowed another of the men and they let out a laugh, Qaszro looked at the woman who had a worried look on her face and he knew what that meant. He's had to deal with this multiple times, men and women being harassed was not a fun time.

“Right, well I'm sure this woman would like to enjoy her evening. Without you lot." Qaszro said, moving towards his axe in case things turned…violent, which considering the type of men he was dealing with, they probably would.

“And what are you gonna do about it, lizard?" The man asked, poking Qaszro in the chest, Qaszro's patience was wearing thinner and thinner by each moment.

“Try me and I'll show you." Qaszro threatened, and the man took the bait as he drew his blade and attacked Qaszro. The lizard stepped aside allowing the blade to glide past him, he then flipped his axe to the hook on it's back, striking the man's leg he brought him to the ground and punched him in the head, knocking him out cold, while he could kill each and every one of these idiots with just his axe alone, he didn't want to cause any more trouble for Elizabeth than was needed. The other men seeing their comrade go down easily charged Qaszro. He hooked the arm of one of them when he tried to thrust in his drunken state and using some force broke the man's arm causing him to reel in pain before he was knocked out by Qaszro's tail. The other man managed to slice a good gash down his side before being swept off his feet and kicked in the face. The small skirmish lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make the rest of the mercs angry. Soon five more men were charging Qaszro.

The first to reach him tried to punch him and got a headbutt for his trouble sending him tumbling. While another attacked him and sliced his good arm, this was answered by a kick to the chest to cause him to recoil and an elbow strike to the head to bring him down. He then used his tail to block the attack of the ringleader of the mercs, before using said tail to knock him to the ground. The rest of the mercs seeing how a one-armed lizardfolk just blew through most of them decided to cut their losses, grab their injured comrades and hightail it out of the tavern. Taking a moment to straighten out his outfit, Qaszro turned to Elizabeth who gave him a shrug before he turned to the woman to ask if she was okay. After getting confirmation, Qaszro went back to his corner of the tavern. Soon, it was closing time which meant Elizabeth could tend to the wounds Qaszro sustained while protecting the woman and the tavern in general.

“You did a number on them." Elizabeth said happily as she grabbed a new swab from her kit, Elizabeth before she was a tavern owner was a healer during the same war that Qaszro fought and lost his arm in, that's how the two meet.

“It was to protect someone innocent, they should be happy I didn't cave their skulls in," Qaszro stated as he held back a hiss of pain as Elizabeth prodded another salve into the wound, it stung like a million tiny razor wasps stinging him inside, but he endured it, “I so wanted to when they called you a bitch." Qaszro said annoyed, Elizabeth laughed at this because she knew of Qaszro's tendencies to want to protect her at any cost, even at the expense of his own health and safety, not that Elizabeth didn't appreciate it.

“You don't have to keep doing that," Elizabeth said as she finished cleaning Qaszro's wounds and began wrapping them up with bandages, her hand moved to his face, caressing the orange leathery scales of Qaszro, the two connected their foreheads together, eyes closed in serene peace happy to enjoy this moment of intimacy, “I don't want to lose you. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Elizabeth said her voice soft, almost like a hushed whisper.

“And I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Qaszro replied, the two were looking at one another, the air among them was one that encapsulated the intense intimacy between them. There was a gravity that compelled them, and the two's lips connected, well as best as could as Qaszro didn't really have lips. Qaszro thought he would be embarrassed by the kissing of Elizabeth, but in actuality he loved every moment of this he'd loved her all those years ever since she saved him and to see that love required made his heart soar. When the two's lips separated, Elizabeth smiled as she ran her hand down Qaszro's chest, moving her hands through the buttons of his shirt each one by one, Qaszro himself moved to untie the ties of Elizabeth's dress. Soon Qaszro's shirt was opened, and Elizabeth pushed it off his shoulders and down to his waist where it soon fell to the ground giving the young woman a nice view of the lizard's chest, it was covered in scars from battles long past, Elizabeth ran her hands down his chest feeling the grooves and bumps of these scars, thinking of the hard life that Qaszro lead. She then moved her hand to the stump that was his left arm, it was cut off at about the elbow.

“Do you still feel the phantom pains?" Elizabeth asked, Qaszro nodded he'd felt them a lot, the sensation was one he'd grown used to.

“I've gotten used to it." Qaszro said as he kissed Elizabeth again, he'd managed to finish undoing her bodice and pulling it off of Elizabeth she was about to take the rest off but let out a gasp of surprise as Qaszro picked her up pinning her against the nearby wall, she could feel his cock through his pants She let out a moan as he thrusted into her she clutched at him, it was so heady how strong he was compared to her, Elizabeth thought the way even with one arm he could effortlessly pick her up and pin her against a wall with just one arm and the strength of his body. She felt another thrust against her still panty covered snatch, and another moan escaped her throat, as she held him tighter than before. Each thrust of his still covered cock made more moans erupt from her. Qaszro moved Elizabeth's dress more upwards as he pulled her panties aside, and Elizabeth hurriedly worked to undo his pants. His pants now off and his cock now free Elizabeth could admire her lizard lover's member. Unlike the other scaled races like kobolds and naga and dragon's, lizardfolk had only one member. Qaszro's was not one she'd seen before, his cock was larger than any men she'd ever been with before, it was rigid with spiky flesh bumps all around it.

“I want you Elizabeth, I want to fuck you, make you mine finally," He said as he prodded her entrance she let out another moan of pleasure as just the tip of his cock entered her snatch, she closed her eyes as he prodded her again, “I wish to make you large with our child." He added and Elizabeth couldn't take it anymore she wanted Qaszro in her.

“Breed me!" Elizabeth ordered, and Qaszro did not disappoint as he plunged his cock into her, it was slow at first, his cock stretching her in a way that Elizabeth had never felt before. His cock hilted out inside her, pulling back Qaszro pushed back in, deep and hard and with each thrust of his cock she would moan louder and louder, her mind was on cloud nine. She clutched and grabbed at anything of his that would allow her to steady herself. Qaszro for his part felt like he was in bliss, he'd not mated with another in years, not since his days as a mercenary has he been with a woman, and he would choose no other woman to become his lifemate than Elizabeth, the thought of her bearing his children made him fuck her harder and harder. Elizabeth was close to her edge as Qaszro picked up his thrusting, she let out a moan as her cunt walls clamped down upon Qaszro's dick, her juices coating his cock as he continued to fuck her deeper and harder, he soon followed suit. Qaszro bit into Elizabeth neck, not too hard so as to hurt her too badly, but just enough to mark her, it was a custom among his people to mark their life mates in such a way so that others would know who they were bonded to, and as he marked his lover, he flooded Elizabeth's womb with his seed. Thick velvety ropes of cum coated her insides, inseminating her.

The two lovers embraced tightly and Qaszro laid Elizabeth upon the nearby table holding her with his good hand and caressing her belly. He wondered if his seed would take hold inside of Elizabeth and what traits would he pass onto his future child if it did. Though this would be something that he would consider later. Picking up Elizabeth, the two retired to their bed for the night.

A Few Months Later…

Qaszro stood in his usual place in the tavern, watching over the patrons with keen sense. It'd been another quiet night. No fights, the drunks were at a minimum, and he was quite happy. Though nothing made him quite as happy as the sight next to him. Serving patrons with her heavenly smile and helpful glee was his beloved. Her body showed the signs of their love in all its glory: her belly gravid and swelling with their child. All was well to Qaszro, it felt strange. In all his years of dealing with war and danger he'd never felt the call of peace in his life. But looking at his lifemate and his future child he'd finally found that peace and he'd never give it up for anything in all of Elhiem.