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Krystal was walking down the beach after having crash landed her Arwing just 30 minutes beforehand. The sand was warm, the waves were calming, and the air smelt of sea salt. It's just a shame that none of these did much to help her current situation. The best she could do was keep walking until she found, well, anything. At least she could turn to admire the view of the vast ocean in front of her. It's a shame she didn't have any swimwear on her or she might have considered relaxing here.

Amidst Krystal's admiration, a Sharpclaw soldier was approaching the blue vixen from the jungle that bordered the coast. He didn't know who or what she was, but what he knew was two things: she was a trespasser on his lord's land, and two, she was stacked from front to back. He had a full albeit distant view of her backside, which were two heavy, luscious orbs that were already setting him off. The fact that he could see some sideboob too meant that she was a full package: the ideal mother.

Trespassers needed to be punished, and he knew just how to do that.

Krystal eventually heard some steps in the sand and hurriedly turned around to face their owner, the owner being a tall and buff lizard man with verdant green scales. He had some rudimentary armor on and a spear on his back, with only a loincloth on past the waist. He didn't look to be the most inviting person to find, but maybe he can help her here?

"Who are you to trespass on my lord's lands?" the lizard man asked first. Thankfully, her latent psionics allowed her communicate with him fluently, which really makes this easier.

"My apologies, but I did not mean to trespass. Ever since my ship crash landed on this planet, I've been trying to find some help."

She... was from the stars it seems. That would certainly explain her foreign appearance. It also makes her an even more tantalizing prize. He should expect anything from her, so he'll have to surprise her.

"Hmmmm, how am I to believe your story? Perhaps you still remember where your ship is? Only then would I consider pardoning your transgression and helping you." He had to make her trust him just enough for now.

"If you're willing to follow me, then yes, I could prove to you that my ship is in need of repair. Not that I think it'll be repaired anytime soon, but any help would be appreciated." Krystal felt very fortunate that the first sentient being she meant was this willing to cooperate. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"I think we'll both be able to help each other soon. Lead on, then." The moment her back is turned, then he can strike.

Krystal wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, but she was already feeling better about her situation as is. No need to sour the mood by questioning him, right?

"Thank you. It's this way, back down the coast a ways." Krystal turned and started walking down the shoreline, unknowingly playing right into the Sharpclaw's plan.

The ocean was nice, but the Sharpclaw's view was a whole lot better. Those asscheeks subtly jiggling in the vixen's suit would be his. Seeing them without the suit on was the first order of business though. All he had to do was subdue and dominate her to have his very own treasure wife. Better not let her walk too far away though. It'll save him time getting home sooner to show off his prize.

It was going to be a bit before reaching the crash site. Krystal thought about asking the lizard man about the area and his people. That is, until she felt both her arms being held behind her and the scaled man hugging her back.

"W-what are you trying to pull here?"

"Punishing the trespasser, of course." The Sharpclaw began tugging at the hem of her suit on her chest while pinning her arms to her side.

"This is hardly a show of power when you aren't using the spear." She started squirming to try to escape, but the man was as strong as he looked.

"Your punishment is mine to dole out, and I will show you that we Sharpclaw appreciate such beautiful and breedable women such as you."

Krystal froze up upon hearing this. That's where this is going? How does he even find her attractive when she's not even sure they have similar biologies?

"If you sit still and behave like a good girl, I assure you that you will come to appreciate what I'm going to show you~." Seems she doesn't have experience with this at all. All the better for him to show her her new way of life.

By this point, the top of her suit was torn down to her breasts. The lack of struggling let the man continue unimpeded, until the suit gave way and her breasts flopped out. Her F-cup breasts were free to the world, an invitation that the Sharpclaw man jumped at to feel up his new wife. Nice heft, nice fullness, truly as good of a specimen as she looked.

"Your body was meant to be appreciated. You have been wronged by never being shown this, so I will. You will be a perfect wife." The man's barbed, 11-inch penis was fully erect at this point, eager to put this woman in her place. He shoved it between her thighs and began to saw at her pussy, trying to further distract her.

This was way too sudden, the shock gripping Krystal and unwilling to let her go. It didn't help that these newfound sensations assaulting her virgin pussy were sending mixed messages. Her brain was telling her to snap out of it while her lower lips were quite enjoying the dull, rounded barbs. The battle was on and she was clearly losing.

The rest of her top was promptly torn off, leaving Krystal topless and with only one more line of defense. One that the man behind her was eager to get through, and Krystal to an extent. At this point, she was dripping profusely from the stimulation.

"I see you are as eager as I am. Keep being the good little bitch that you are. You are fertile and ready to be claimed." The Sharpclaw was whispering his insidious truths into her ear, causing her to tremble as he started pulling her pants off.

Why was she not resisting? This was really hot to her, her body telling her to give in. This accident was going to be the best thing that happened to her. How many of these thoughts were hers? How many were coming from the man behind her? How many more would it take to have her cave in?

Answer: she already did.

The pants were down at this point and she even stepped out of them for her new master. How obedient of her.

"Turn around and face me."

Krystal turned around to face her dominator. The man was eating her alive with his eyes and his cock was pointed at it's object of desire. He crooked his finger at her, and she obliged, accepting his embrace.

Large, scaled hands grasped her large, round cheeks, having joined the rest of her body in its newfound freedom. After groping her, he smacked her ass and felt it jiggle. She moaned out and clenched up, letting some droplets escape her nethers and onto his dick. They were both ready. Krystal was grabbed and turned around, with the man poking at her eager sex with his own.

"On my honor as a Sharpclaw, I will claim you as my own. My one and only mate. You will be a mother to a new generation. Like the good little bitch you are~."

At this point, there was no going back. Who cares anymore, she wanted whatever he was gonna do to her and then some. Who knew that the ever-competent Krystal would be subdued by her own lust?

"P-please, claim me. My first and only mate."

She was fresh and ripe for the picking. He was just the lucky bastard who got to do it.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

The man thrust into Krystal, claiming her virginity and devotion forever. The pain shot through Krystal, but would soon be replaced with pleasure tenfold as he started to slowly thrust in and out of her. The bumps and girth were enough to set her off already, but the payoff of all the prior temptation was far greater than she could have expected.

"We are alone out here. Make all the lovely noises you want. I will hear them all eventually." This was the best thing that had happened to the Sharpclaw. With his claiming of an offworlder, he would rise up in his tribe drastically. He could tend to his and his wife's needs with ease. And all he had to do was fuck her brains out so hard that she never wanted to leave his side.

The pace sped up quickly. Krystal's arms were grabbed as she was bent over and screwed relentlessly. This wasn't about anything other than being marked by her mate. Her ass jiggled, her breasts were being sent to and fro, but Krystal herself was trying to show the faintest amount of dignity by only letting out muffled moans. She didn't want to completely throw her pride away, something that her lover saw fit to change.

His pace was steady, his force was solid, and his dick felt heavenly. It was only matter of time before Krystal orgasmed. At this point, she moaned luridly. And he didn't stop. He kept pounding her folds as she was splashing him with her pussy juices. Her high wasn't ending anytime soon, and after a few minutes of losing her reason to dick, the man's own orgasm came as well. Flooding her insides with a deluge of sperm, Krystal cried out as she was hosed down with the surely potent seed of her husband.

"Th...th-that was..."

"Just the beginning."

Krystal was already wobbly as it is, the only thing holding her up were the strong arms grasping her own. It didn't take much to push her down onto the sand on her stomach with the Sharpclaw following suit. So they were both lying on the sand, with his lizard cock snug in her snatch.

And then he started pounding her again.

She hadn't recovered yet, so to be thrown back into the rough throes of sex already paralyzed her in pleasure. All Krystal could do was lie on the sand and moan like a bitch in heat. Her lover wasn't near done with her yet. He kept pistoning his dick in and out of her, smacking her ass as he saw fit. The jiggling would never grow old.

The minutes drove on until he yet again dumped his load inside the vixen, most of it spilling outside of her. She was already full, marked for kits, and yet he wasn't ready to stop. Krystal was, in a sudden change of pace, gently rolled over onto her back and straddled by the lizard man. He placed his still erect cock in between her breasts, its warmth permeating into her.

"I will not stop until you are properly marked as mine. Only then will we return to our home and you will be mine. Permanently." He uttered the last word with such force that it made Krystal quiver. She understood what he meant and held up her breasts for him to use. He nodded approvingly.

What proceeded was a one-man bukkake as Krystal was made to bear her master's seed as proof of ownership. She used her soft breasts to service him until they were covered with semen. She blew him and swallowed enough seed to satiate herself while the rest was splattered onto her face. After enough rounds of this, Krystal eventually couldn't take anymore and passed out with a smile on her face, her last thoughts being of her new life with her new husband. The Sharpclaw man settled with masturbating over until every part of her down to her pussy was drenched in cum. Everyone would see and smell that she was claimed, an exotic treasure that belonged only to him. Satisfied with his work, he picked up his unconscious wife bridal carry style and set off for his home. Great things awaited them there.

It would a while before Krystal woke up, but when she did, she would find that she was in a quaint hut and still covered in semen. She felt self conscious about this until she heard her mate entering into the room with a basin of water.

"You have awoken. Good. You will be cleaned and taken to the shaman's hut where you will be adorned with paint and garments equal to your splendor and as my wife. We will then settle in our new home, gifted to me by the chieftain for my actions today. Be a good girl and take your rightful place by my side."

She wouldn't have it any other way.

Once cleaned (and occasionally groped), the shaman fit Krystal with tribal clothing and marks unique from the rest. She was special, and everyone would see (but couldn't touch). Her husband was applauded for his accomplishment as they entered their rather large home for two people. Upon entering the bedroom, her mate (apparently named Scroza) grabbed her and pushed her head underneath his loincloth. She eagerly huffed his scent and licked him until he came to full mast. Krystal was then thrown onto the bed where Scroza approached her with an intent she has become all too familiar with.

"I wish to give you one more mark: the mark of a mother. Submit to my seed and know true happiness."

True happiness sounded wonderful. Krystal opened her legs and allowed herself to be ravished by a mating press that would surely cement her place amongst these people.

A week later, Krystal had been marked as the brood mother of the soon-to-be chieftain. She loved it here, but more importantly, she loved her master's dick.