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Willik had to hold back rolling into a rough cough as he found himself swallowing a surprised meep, all the while holding his quivering body steady enough to not fall flat on his ass.

The tall lizard-kin, made a strange but exotic sight as he stood there, silver scales shimmering as his wide yellow eyes bulged with worry.

There were many breeds of humanoid lizards, but lizard-kin were a bit more beastial than most. They were long like monitor lizards, hunching slightly so their shoulders could hold up the weight of their long necks. A pair of lanky haunches and forearms gave them speed and reach. Dual sets of long sharp claws on each hand and a set of sharpened fangs were their main natural defence. Other than that, was the sets of venomous spikes. One could always tell a lizard-kin from other lizards or even kobolds, by the two toned (sandstone and icy grey) set of plate-like spikes dangling along their back scales. Spikes which could move, bend, and even flay themselves at will.

The secreted venom stained upon these spikes could be deadly in high concentrations or numbing and paralyzing in smaller doses. Their long spiked tails held the highest concatenation of venom, the spikes feeding the venom from vessels just under their skin. Willis's tail right now lay curled behind him, his spikes flattened (sheathed as they liked to call it). He was way too surprised at the moment to notice how he had started secreting a small layer of venom, which sizzled along his scaled hide.

“What do you mean, they accepted me? They—-They actually accepted Me?!!" croaked the lizard-kin.

“Yes we were equally as surprised,"came the muttered response from the other lizard kin before him.

Where Willik was silver, the other had a mix of purple and bluish scales. Their body was slinked atop a large raised stone, which was being used as a sunning spot. They both were inside a crystal cavern far below the earth; Just above them was a rocky crystal ceiling. An opening from a tunnel shaft lay above the sunning rock. Through this poured warmth and sunlight upon the stone, focused directly from the surface. The light bathed the lizard-kin underneath it, their purplish and blue scales shinning from its light.

It was now that Willik realized the other lizard-kin, was a female. She was also an elder, but that was a given. All Lizard-kin leadership were elders, but he had never seen a female elder like her before. All his previous teachers and instructors had been male.

Willik awkwardly blushed as he realized he was seeing her as intimate as his kind could be. When they sunned themselves, it was the practical equivalent of a beast-kin or human bathing. He could also tell from the colour of her scales she was slightly older than him. Sometimes it was hard to tell with elders; they could either be several years your senior, or sometimes decades. Her colouring was much darker than his own. While sunlight made their bodies glow, age could be determined by seeing how dulled the lights shine was on the scales.

Her scales were harder to determine however, as her body had been recently oiled. The sheen from the oil made the light carry off her hide. All the while her back spikes were splayed open to allow the sun to weave itself over them and the vulnerable flesh of her back skin. She wore no clothing, but for a gold pendant of the clans symbol; A rock impregnated with a tiny lizard with wavering lines extending about. It was the symbol of the Mage clan. Their clan.

Her otherwise nakedness was making the awkward male feel overdressed in his black and dark blue mage robes. Willik had to avert his eyes, fearing the tinge of arousal that sparked inside his protected slit. It wouldn't do to embarrass himself in front of an elder, let alone a female elder.

“Aaaaaaannnd, you're sure they asked for Me, right?" Asked Willik once more. His voice was meeker compared to the dulled tone of the elder, carrying more of a squeak. Some might have found it annoying, but the excitement of the youngster was clearly evident, as was its affect on his vocal-cords.

It was also quite within character for the sorry looking kin. The idea that a professional guild team would have accepted his particular open contract for their next healer was, well it was a one in a million toss of fate. None of the other elders or advisors had been able to explain it.

“We double checked to make sure, even warned them about your limited field experience. Nothing would dissuade them," moaned the female, rolling her pink eyes and looking over the young male with slight disdain.

Willik couldn't blame her for her disdain. His attempts to distinguish himself as a proud mage worthy of his people had fallen short many times. His spiritual essence was strong, but his magical adeptness was to quote his teachers, “faulty and wanting." He had power, but couldn't utilize it efficiently. A dud mage was the name for it. One who couldn't wield magic worth a toss.

There also was the instances where he may have blown up a few caverns, set a few teachers robes on fire, such general stuff to make him a pariah among his teachers and clan. The lizard-kin mage who couldn't properly wield magic. Willik “The Inept," as some of his teachers and peers had begun to call him behind his back, or even to his face if they were bold enough.

The female elder gazed back at him and suddenly smirked as she saw the look of glee mixed with horror on his face. He was a rather pathetic mage, or at least compared to the template they held for a mage. On that note, none of her peers or fellow elders disagreed. Yet, unlike most duds, who often were not strong enough to feel their magic, she and the others could feel and sense the magic within him. He had it, but his ability to wield it traditionally was lacking. A part of her pitied him for that, and it was this part that was overwriting her current disdain for him.

She knew that he was well aware of his inadequacy as well, hence the look of horror on his face, but even he couldn't shake the anticipation of finally being able to go out into the world. She knew that feeling. She had seen it on many first mages faces in her time. The elder had no clue why a professional adventurous guild wanted a mage of such low caliber, but if he was going to leave the nest, he had better make a good impression.

“Just remember Willik, you represent our clan, you're behaviour and your conduct reflects on us. Don't let us down." She imposed to him, making sure he understood the importance that was being bestowed upon him.

“Yes elder, I understand, but…we both know I'm not the best student. Why would they want me?"

The purplish-blue female lifted herself off the sunning rock and angled her legs so she was lying on her side, facing him. Willik tried not too blush once again as he realized the females budding set of scaled breasts (lizard-kin had two main breasts like a human female, but a second and third smaller set of nubs along their stomach below them) were peaking at him, as was the clasped petals of her inner slit.

Elders like her hardly cared about modesty or shame, they were too old and experienced to find such things important. However, younger kin did find it off-putting. It was a cultural imbalance that was merely a result of age difference. Willik at the moment was finding that this difference and situation was making it a struggle to concentrate.

A lazy but firm arm reached forward as the elder female suddenly began fishing through his front robes. She didn't wait for permission or consent, she was an elder, it was hers by right if she so wanted. Every female or male at that age had earned that right for years of service and sacrifice for the clan. Still, it caught the male off guard.

At her touch, Willik halted everything, even his breath, as she continued boldly to play inside his robes. Every now and then he could feel her agile claws, scraping just briefly along the scales of his inner thighs. A soft gasp echoed out of his snout as he stiffened under her touch. His tail curling around his ankle in sympathy and shyness. His face melted into a vision of confusion and fear, while the elder female just smirked and smiled, bringing her other hand to cup his snout and lead him tohers. Both of their muzzles connected silently as she quietly kissed him. They held still for only a few moments before she pulled away swiftly after, in order to stare into his yellow eyes.

“Silly boy, even if you are not our pride and joy, you still are one of us. You have our clans power running through your body still," she assured him.

Finally finding her target as she pressed two front claws into the males dripping slit. Willik moaned into the elders face before falling forward and resting his head on her shoulder, shivering from the feel of the claws tracing the inside of his slit walls, aiming to arouse his dick. Her free paw came up and clapped his body to hers giving him support as she nuzzled his straining neck.

It was so hard to stay disgusted or even mad at the young male when he acted so innocent and gentle. Perhaps that is why so many of his teachers had not yet skinned him for his constant failings She wondered? As she felt his body, she could sense the bridling energy deep within him. Perhaps if he couldn't wield the magic with his paws, or incantations from his muzzle, he could cast it in another way?

Willik's body was already obliging quickly to her physical demands. His libido it seems was far more willing and eager to get down than his mind was. The silver scaled young'un had always been a shy soul, neither the biggest nor loudest. Despite this he was still very much male, and just as susceptible to sexual ministrations. As such his thick and reddish brown, barbed cock spilt out of his slit and into the hands of the eager elder female. She gripped his maleness hard and angled the fleshy appendage so it was primed for her to palm and pump it hard or slow, or by whatever method was to her fancy.

“There is great power flowing in you, it's the same as blood. Our blood, our power," she instilled to him. “Even if you cannot wield it like normal, it's still there, ready to be expressed. You need to find the best way to do so." She warned.

The elder ran a free paw down his defined chest, tracing his muscles with her claws. She then dipped lower to tease around his thighs, clapping a paw against the bottom of the males genital slit where his testicals were housed. She had him hard and waiting for her, and slowly pumped his length with her other paw. Making sure to stroke and twist the pointed tip of his spire, making him shiver from head to toes. Curling his claws into the dirt as she played with him. She stroked along the slit bands on either side of his opening and now teased him both outside and in.

“You must prove yourself with one last demonstration before you leave." Demanded the elder, her voice going suddenly sultry. With that she released his hardness, thick and proud in the air and fully extended as she lay herself face down over the rock once again. Rolling her limbs to hug the stone in a lazy crouch. Her tail fanned upwards and the spikes across her back instead of splaying open, extended to the side providing a resting place for his chest and body over her own.

The invitation was universal among their kind and Willik despite his shy fear, found his body mobilizing to take advantage of her offer. Casting off his robes, the male lizard-kin now was as naked as the elder. Shimmering silver scales sparkled with their own stored light, Showing off his bright youth. The only thing he wore now was same as her; a gold pendant of his clans symbol and his individual families insignia pressed into the centre of it. A clawed hand showing a gesture which humans called “giving the finger." Willik had no idea what that meant to humans or the mammal Beast-Kins, but among his people the gesture was a sign of defiance, showing strength.

Extending his own paws the male gently cupped the elders flanks and ran a soft claw across the hardened scales there. She was a magnificent example of his kind, older by a few decades maybe, but still as supple and beautiful as any female his own age.

“Your teachers had nothing close to resembling praise or encouragement on your magical prowess, but this…this is one field where everything I've heard, has boasted your skills as exceptional!" Moaned the female. Waiting as the young male suddenly climbed on top of her and the rock, his hardened scaled chest lining up along the splayed spikes of her back. His own limbs searched until he found hers as he slithered his body to mirror overtop of the female. His haunches pressed against her hind legs as his front arms braced along her own, a set of claws gripping her shoulder while the other gripped her free hand and squeezed gently. He pressed into her shoulder blades as his head came to rest against her neck.

Willik didn't need to see to know that the protective skin flaps inside her slit had already opened like a spring flowers blooming petals, exposing the drenched and honey scented slit between her thighs. The soft passage readying itself for his maleness.

“Please!…" cooed the elder finally, ready for the youngster to prove his hidden potential.

Willik didn't deny her any more, and plunged his hard cock through her folds into that sacred slit right to the hilt. Despite it being a tense situation, she had to give him credit for getting the aim right on his first thrust and try. Every inch of his barbed dick now fitted along the velvet walled insides of the female's dripping cavern. The very unique shape and nature of his penis pushed back and forth through her channel. Endearing with its long evolution to fill and secure the females cunt. She was as locked to him now as he was to her.

Their bodies rocked and pumped along the other, the young male holding her like a scared object along his body. Tails violently thrashed before curling around one another, the spikes decorating each of their tail ends flattening against the scales so as not to stick the other. Pleasure exploded through their bodies as their muscles and nerves frayed from the overwhelming sensations. Hormones pumped throughout both lizard-kins bodies, downplaying the pain and strain of their muscles and the exhaustion of their movements, in favour of extending their coital bliss.

The elder was moaning and shivering internally as her young charge began thrusting and raking himself back and forth into her, railing her against the sunning stone. Her pink eyes glared up to the crystallized ceiling and watched a blurred but colourful (and detailed) image of herself being fucked hard.

Above them the heat and light from the sun decorated their small enclave, lighting up their bright sparkling scales and causing cascades of multicoloured light and shade to flash about the dimly lit cavern. The suns heat warmed Willik's upper back and spikes as his forward humping warmed his chest, belly, and heart.

Sex was a privilege and a reward only the best students were allowed while in mage training. It was an incentive that teachers and elders used to motivate their best charges and to promote dedication to their study and work. Willik for most of his training had never been worthy, nor had any of his teachers thought it would be useful motivation for him. He had however, managed to score some of his fellow trainees as partners. Usually this ended with him on the bottom, accepting them to ride him or give him their muzzles. Sometimes he even gave them his own muzzle. One or more of these encounters must have been relayed to the elder, or maybe just to everyone in the teaching sect so far.

However she had learned about it, it didn't matter. For now Willik “The Inept," was slit deep in a very pretty female who was trying to not scream from the pleasure they were both participating in. His own moans and grunts were being lost upon the back scales and flesh of her neck. Between gasps and pants he made sure to nip and bite into her hardened scales, stopping only to lick and suckle on the bite marks hoping to sooth any pain he may have caused her.

“Fucking STUD!" shouted the elder, as a rather hard pump from her lover worked her inner passage into a frenzy of quivering pleasure and spiked tightness. The inner velvet of her insides were twisting and constricting around his penis, the barbs and ribs cascading along the pleasure nerves in her walls and soft spots.

Unlike beast-kin and humans, Lizard-kin females had no clitoris. Instead every inner inch of their moist walls were just as sensitive as a mammals clit. And every inch of her walls now felt the tug, poke and or prod of the males hardness, which was driving her nuts. Her claws clenched deep into the sunning stone, leaving jagged cut marks while her male squeezed her shoulder and flank in mutual pleasured sympathy. His foot claws just missed slicing along the scales of her legs, and instead buried themselves beside her own grasping claws.

While her body and his tangled in mutual ecstasy, Willik couldn't help but be distracted by the words the elder had said earlier. He knew he had the power of his clan inside of him, but before now no one had ever discussed wth him how to best unleash it. Conventional mage teachings and the normal practice of magical welding had proven useless. His hand-based gestures were unable to conjure or direct most magical spells, and his vocal power was easily as poor, for his spoken spells often became too powerful or uncontrollable. Unless he wanted to copy elves or human mages with their carved focusers, what more was there?

“E-Elder gahhhh—oohhhhhhhhhh —ahhhhhmmmmm Fuck!" He grunted as she suddenly squeezed particularly hard around him. Her hips now pushing back against him roughly, while she tightened her entwined tail along his.

She simply ignored his call, and began screeching like a banshee from the dark moors, as his dick spat a small contribution of scalding pre inside of her. The male spritz of lizard brew flushed along her inner tubes until it splashed like hot acid against her egg chamber. There was little risk of his seed taking root, for she had been barren for years due to a cervical illness. Still the heat of his precum was enough to make her brain melt as a multitude hormones reacted and exploded inside her skull.

“Yessssssssss!"Squealed the purplish-blue female in response, totally writhing underneath the silver male as he flushed his hips against hers and pumped side to side, making sure to angle his cock up into her slit to hit new and exotic places inside her.

Willik soon frowned as he realized she was not in any condition to answer his questions, and prepared to brace himself for what he needed to do next. Coming to a sudden halt, he held her still, using all his strength to hold her body. When she tried to push back against him, he kept himself flush against her, when her limbs writhed to push or scratch at him to continue, he held them down firm. His teeth sunk into her neck and held while, his tongue poked out to slather along her scales.

The elder groaned as her growing arousal suddenly died down, denied and contained by the male over top of her. He kept her tame for now, allowing her senses to return.

“If you ever want to retrieve that breeding stick of yours, you better keep thrusting boy!" Warned the female suddenly, glaring back at him. She made a rather fearsome sight. The male had never thought pink could look so menacing, yet the stare her eyes were giving him was deadly.

“Just answer my last question elder and there wont be any problem with that," began Willik. “You said that I need to find other ways to express my magic, but if I can't use my words, or my hands, what have I left to use?"

She turned her head to lay it down on the sunning rock angling her back so she propped him up in the air and braced herself against the male once more. “You're doing it now," she minced. Taking quick breaths as she felt the shivering need for sexual intercourse run through her blood. Her rippling waves from his recent orgasm denial had settled, but the creeping desire to once again crest her stolen peak had returned with a passion. It gnawed at her mind and at her nerves like an addiction craving it's fix.

“What?" He asked, not sure he had heard her right. He was doing so now…Did she mean. No it couldn't be…sex could it?

“Your cock, you idiot, your cock!" She cried, shaking in his contrasted grasp. The female not able to remember when a male had held her this intimately, or had been this dense before. “Your magic can come through your dick, by the spilling of your seed."

“SAY WHAT?" Shrieked Willik surprised, a firm blush criss-crossing his scaled cheeks. “I guess it is sex," he mentally concluded. Of course such an answer was totally nuts. His splooge could be magical, since when? The male kin had had sex before, but never once had seen his seed cause any kind of magic. He grimaced suddenly as he felt her squeeze rather harshly around his length with her inner muscles. Retaliation for him denying her.

“Sex magic you handsome dolt! It's—it's very rare but it's some of the most powerful casting there is," wailed the Elder gently. “Pure unbridled magic, neither diluted by spell or restrained by gesture, just raw ughhh—-eugghhh—ahhhhh, primal magic, totally unleashed." She whimpered.

“Why haven't I seen or felt this before then?" He inquired, Willik leaning down to rest his head and neck beside hers, nuzzling her gently. It couldn't hurt to be a bit more affectionate with her could it? Anything to make her more comfortable, to tell him what he needed to know.

“I-I-don't know?" Moaned the Elder. “We will just have to see for ourselves," she offered, pulling her paw from his and clasping him about the back of the neck. “Please…" She whimpered for the last time, laying her head back down.

Willik looked at her submission and decided she was right. At the very least he could see what magical properties could be wielded through his er-well dick. To do that all he needed to do was to cum inside her and see.

Angling his hips he pulled himself out of her dripping and clenching cavern, leaving only the tip still inside. Then he slammed forward and pummelled his cock-tip along her walls, and right against the budding sheave of her womb. Both their anguished screams from renewed pleasure echoed along the cavern walls, bringing back their intimate tandem dance, as he pushed forward and she pushed back to meet him. The pair of coiled bodies writhing along each other.

It didn't take long before the elder soon felt the end coming. She had been cresting the ridge of orgasm for a long while now, then the male-kin had denied her. Now however, that they were back in the swing of sex, that ridge was easier and quicker to cover. She now was finding herself ready to summit the peak of her ecstasy and spill out her pleasure to the world.

Above her Willik grinned as he felt the females dripping arousal begin to clench extra tight, a sign his partner was nearing her final lap before her release. He himself could feel the tightness and churning in his balls deep inside his slit, as his own pleasure and excitement built and boiled. he was ready to explode as well.

“Elder, I'm…I'm gonna cum, may I?" he asked, making sure to ask permission as to not offend the high ranking female.

“If you don't give it to me, I'll squeeze it out of you myself!" She hollered back extending her back scales and lifting her head up to chortle out a squeal of immense pleasure and desire.

Willik refused to let the dance go on for too much longer. He flushed his hips to hers and braced himself over her. “Keep clenching and pulling me," he demanded. Biting into her neck and holding her in a mating bite.

The female elder squealed as she felt his strong teeth secure her, as she followed his bidding. Her velvet holds compressed along him, squeezing and undulating her insides around his stiffened member. Without much wait, both Lizard-Kin orgasmed at once. Williks muffled screech was blocked by his hold about her neck, but her moans were not as muted. Her screeches echoed through the cavern as she felt the crest of her peak reach the top and topple over. Pleasure as bright as the light from above in the shaft glowed through her and her lover.

The male hunched over her, screeching into her neck, just as his cock fired lance after lance of fiery male seed into her cunt and right into her infertile womb. The burning sensation she felt from the males super charged seed was not like fire or heat, but was instead like the burning sensation one feels when touching something extremely cold.

The elders body was ravished and rippled under her mates, as his seed chilled her from the inside and his strong form held her tight and controlled in his grasp. For such a magical weakling he was a powerful mate and lover. She screamed one last time as she felt something click inside her womb. It was not the sensation of congealing seed but as if something had awoke inside her after being long dormant. Her inner pelvis vibrating all of sudden as she flopped about underneath him.

Above her, Willik moaned and licked at her neck. His body was exhausted from thrusting, and the rippling sensation of her sex and his own bodies straining muscles and pleasure nerves. He collapsed on top of his female, seeding her right in her most intimate and sensitive of places, his body shaking as he rolled and writhed on top of her.

Willik shuddered as he realized that this release had not been normal. Unlike the other times he had shot his seed, the release he had experienced this time had paled in excess and feeling. His balls had rippled and squeezed on their own inside of their protective slit, the bands around his genital opening vibrating along his female's slits lips, and the feel and power of each spurt of male seed had felt like every nerve in his body was being teased with a velvet touch or tongue swipe. His orgasms intensity had doubled with every spurt from a burning sensation like pissing ice, which had brought a level of pleasurable pain that had escalated the sensations in his brain to the highest of levels.

They lay now together on the sunning rock, male and female, Elder and mage. The aftercare of sex was an important feature of their kind. Many times males and more so females came out of coitus with cuts, bruises and signs of hard and passionate love-making. The active and overzealous nature of sex among their kind was often born out on their bodies afterwards. As such comfort and aftercare from each others partner was a cultural necessity after love-making. It bonded the participants and lovers closer, and allowed the opportunity to care for and help the other. Such Romantic and even platonic love was a powerful bond, and helped to build friendships, and loving relationships alike.

Willik licked gently over the elders scales. Luckily his firm grasp and control of her body had prevented too much damage occurring to either of them. His chest and stomach however, were scarred slightly from the sharp scales of her back that had flexed back and forth during her peak. They had managed to trace a maze of circles, knots and designs across his scaled body.

Arching up over her, the male dragged his limping member from her sweet slit. Allowing a steamy and gooey wash of his seed and her feminine honey to spill out and stain the rock, dripping down he sides and filling the cavern with a pungent smell of well used lust and sex.

The elder was breathing heavily, her head slung over the rock, draped in the air and she panted and hissed. The feel of his dick leaving her, was a strange sensation, as well the deluge of sperm that splattered right of her as he removed his male plug. She shivered as she felt his claws tracing over her back and sides, tickling slightly but also calming her heaving body. Had she been a few years younger, she may have claimed this male as one of her life mates.

Reaching down to her wetted thighs, the female gathered up a wad of their combined juices—mostly his though—on her claw. She lifted it to show off to the gaping male, his own body heaving almost breathless.

“You see?" She indicated flickering her claw and fore claw together and splattering a fleck of his seed over his chest.

Willik huffed hotly as she did that, but looked down to see what she was talking about. “Great Dragons Ghost!" he shouted, as what was laying on his chest was a splatter of pinkish white seed. If that colouring was abnormal, the fact that he could see moving sparkling flecks wriggling throughout his sperm, was panic inducing.

“The fuck is wrong with my…?"He trailed off as he found his muzzle suddenly filled with the sperm coated claw of the female. Without realizing he instinctively slurped and tongued the claw clean, as if he was being fed milk jelly by his mother, like when he had been a juvenile.

The taste of his own seed was bitter, but it was made somewhat sweeter by her contributed salty nectar. Willik could even feel rippling and sparkling sensations on his tongue as he gulped down the soggy wad. He wasn't shocked or mad at her actions. Again she was an elder, he was more at her whims than she was at his.

The male quickly was shocked to find that his exhaustion and his lingering pain from the excessive and intense release of his seed, was all gone. The weakness in his body had evaporated and while he wasn't fully ready (or willing just yet) to engage in another round of sex, his body no longer bore the physical consequences of their previous coupling.

“Your magic is in your seed, you see?"Acknowledged the elder plainly. “When you came your seed was super charged with your healing energy, which is why you came so hard. It's also why your splooge looks like a rainbow cocktail!"Mocked the female slyly.

“But, but why now and not the other times?" Wondered Willik aloud.

“Maybe there needs to be a trigger for the magic to be called forth," mused the female, shrugging her sore shoulders.

The elder was just about to get off the rock and find a stream or rock pool to wash off in when suddenly she felt her body shudder. A crippling and lasting feel of weakness washed over her limbs, and a heavy weight began to expand inside her. Without warning the female groaned in pain, suddenly clenching at her stomach. All her strength seemed to be sapped from her and she collapsed on her side, laying along the rock, barely able to move.

“What's wrong?" asked Willik nervously. He reached forward to hold her shoulders as the elder suddenly doubled over in front of him and screeched in a mix of pain and stress. She arched her neck away from him and choked slightly before hurling and vomiting all over the floor.

“Ahhhhhhhhhheewwwwwwww ughhhhhhhhhhh…Oh GODS!" She clenched all over and moaned. Her tongue flayed out of her mouth with the last traces of vomit, before she fell backwards. Rolling from her side to her back on the sunning tone, writhing as her stomach rippled and vibrated. She reached forward and pulled the males paw into hers, squeezing so hard she cracked his knuckles for him. “Something…something's coming!" She squealed.

Willik had no idea what was wrong with the elder, but he repositioned himself behind her, kneeling on the furtherest top of the stone and letting her head rest in his lap, the rest of her body spayed down the rock on her back. Her long lithe legs pulled up as her knees squatted, and her back arched, throwing her heaving breasts to the air.

“It's almost like the position one does when they were going to…No way!" He quickly thought. That wasn't possible at all was it?

The elder seemed to have the same thought and shook her head, it was impossible. She had not been able to conceive for decades because of her cervical illness. It was impossible, even the healing shamans had told her there was nothing they could do; No spells or hand gestured casting had been able to fully heal her womb. Yet then again, none of them had delivered several gallons of supercharged healing batter directly shot glassed into her infected area.

As she writhed below him, both Willik and the elder watched as her stomach suddenly expanded, lifting up and growing in a bloated bulge second by second. The elder could feel something heavy and gravid growing inside her womb, her body adjusting to the sudden intruder growing inside her. Her paws writhed until they were gripped by the male above her, Holding one paw of hers in his while the other pawed gently over her cheeks and brow. Her free paw clenched into the rock, digging her claws into the solid stone.

“Is this normal?" Asked Willik transfixed by the sight of her growing belly.

“No you moron, it's not!" shouted back the elder. Her growing belly now the least of her worries as she felt the thing inside begin to move. It moved rather slow and was doing so down south. “This can't be happening!" she screamed, looking up into the worried yellow eyes of her lover.

Willik saw the fear and surprise in her pink eyes and leaned down without thinking. He pressed his muzzle to hers and swallowed her first shallow screams as the thing in her stomach began pushing out between her thighs. Her muzzle bit into his, her teeth sliding along his jaw. Willik simply winced and endured the pain, stroking softly along the females head and shoulders as she rocketed back and forth. She squeezed his paw hard enough to crack bone and scale, making the male grimace, a tear of pain falling down his cheek.

The elder female rolled her eyes, given the wave of pain tears trickling down her own cheeks. The male would need to improve his pain tolerance while out on his own.

Sharp stabs of pain and a squeal of pressure drew her attention suddenly back to her thighs as she felt the object funnelling through her vent, readying to come out. Now her instincts were kicking in and she lifted her hips and squatted half bent between him and the rock.

Her muzzle was still pressed to the males as she looked up at him and gently stroked his cheek. “It's okay.: She assured him, having regained some composure. Now that she felt the familiar pangs, she was more in control of herself. “This isn't my first time doing this." Now that she knew what was happening everything became so much easier, almost as if instinct.

Willik watched as she began to breathe deeply and exhale harshly, puffing out steady bouts of air as her stomach rippled and then her legs began crunching back and forth. With a soft gasp of pain and a hiss, the female closed her eyes and tightened every muscle in her body.

With a fluid like plop whatever the thing was, swirled out of her opening vent and landed on the rock between her legs. Her thighs instantly closed around it, housing it safely between her legs, preventing it from leaving her grip. The females shoulders sluggishly went limp as she fell backwards and lay exhausted in his arms.

Willik blushed as he caught sight of the coloured shell between her legs, realizing she had just given birth to an egg. His egg—well-er-their egg. Clapping his claws over her shoulders he helped the elder to sit, her body pressed back against his for support. Lightly she trailed a finger along his shoulder as their free paws clasped together.

Their egg was quite large, one reason she had had such a hard time getting it out of her. It had silver colouring, speckled purplish with a blue moon shaped streak along the top of its crown. The males yellow eyes never left the egg as the female began licking at his chin and cheeks affectionally.

“You are something else young one," she whispered to him. “I went to five of our top healing shamans about my infertile problem. None of them could help. Now here you are, giving me a new child to raise." The elder turned his muzzle to press her lips against his, kissing him. “You not only fixed my womb, but accelerated a pregnancy in under several minutes. That proves you got some potent healing magic inside you," she assured him.

“Which I can only use through my…seed," muttered Willik abjectly. “I don't think too many adventurers will like me having to cum on them to heal them." His shoulders slumped as apprehension filtered through his body. He now wasn't sure he could even go out in the world with this kind of magic.

“Hmm, maybe they'll need to get a taste for it hmmm?" Smiled the elder gently nuzzling into the males neck. It worked well as it cheered him up, the male's frown turning into a reluctant smirk.

Willik couldn't help but nuzzle back, stroking along her back spikes and licking along her neck and cheek frill. “You're bad old one, very bad," he mused, laughing slightly as he watched her cradle their egg between her bare and splattered thighs.

“Age will do that to you."

“Can I leave you though?" He suddenly inquired. Looking down at her. “Shouldn't I be here instead of out there?"

“Was your father there for your exact hour of hatching, was mine? No. You have a job to do, to represent your clan. Once your service time is up, you can come back and see us. Both of us," she insisted, petting the chest of the male and admiring the sketches her spikes had painted across his chest. It made him look more rugged and exotic in her eyes.

The elder slid from his chest and leaned down over the rock, extending her long neck. She came back up shortly with a silver case in her muzzle, depositing it into her hand, before presenting it to him.

“This is yours. It has your contract, your instructions and directions, and some funding for your journey," stated the smiling elder. She dropped the case into Willik's clutches, the male clicking the case open to see three rolled parchments, and several green emerald gems.

“Gems?" he looked towards the female questionably.

“You may need some money out there, none of us carry minted coins or gold bars here, so gems will do. Exchange them for money and I think you will find they will get you pretty far," assured the elder.

Giving him a wink she reached below the rock and pulled suddenly hard, ripping a chunk of the ore from the rock. She brought the ore down hard on the solid surface of the rock. It instantly exploded in a shower of dirt, ore and dust, leaving a solid red gem the size of her palm. She plucked this red ruby up and dropped it into the silver case long with the green gems.

Willik was no merchant, nor was he a an accountant or scribe, but he was sure given the size of the ruby that the red gem alone would get him twice what the green gems could give him all together. He looked back at her with a strange look only to meet a grin and smile.

“That is my gift, for my child's father," she gleamed. Reaching forward to kiss the young male one last time. He embraced her and pulled her close, his tail curling around her and over their egg. It was no longer between her thighs, but now pressed to her stomach.

He gave her one last squeeze before leaning down to lick gently along the egg's crown. Parenthood was a shared experience in the clan, but it was common for the prime father to check in on their brood. Willik smiled as he wondered if the hatchling would be boy or girl? Something to look forward too later, he guessed.

Puling off the rock, Willik gave his legs a stretch and his back muscles a crack, having laid on the sunning spot for way too long. He picked up his mage robes and drafted them around his shoulders, tightening the sash at his waist. Turning towards the cave entrance, he began making his way over, when he heard a slight cough behind him.

Turning to give the elder one more look, Willik watched carefully as she was looking rather shy.

“Kaga," she suddenly stated. Giving him a pink eyed stare.

“What?" He asked back gently. He had heard that name mentioned about the caverns, but he never knew who it was, or referred to.

“Kaga, it's my name, You should know it after everything else I think."

Her answer made the young male shiver with warmth and brim with confidence. An elder's name was sacred. Once they had achieved title of elder, they usually were only referred to as such, their old names kept only for the most social or intimate relationships. Kaga had seen fit to give him hers.

“Beautiful," was all Willik could say, gaping at her, still surprised an elder had decided to give someone like him their name.

“Remember it, and remember us," pushed Kaga gently. “It might help to motivate you out there in this harsh world. And don't let those adventurers push you around. You are Willik, a son of Eerrun, and best not let them forget it!" She insisted.

“Yes…Kaga, I won't."

With that stated Willik turned and hurried out of the cavern, leaving the elder and their egg behind as he made his way through the tunnels to the anti-chamber, and from there to the great entrance.

Taking out the scroll with the direction markings on it, he saw that he was heading to an adventurers waylay point, just outside the Krennin Badlands. If he hurried he could catch an Arch-train right there. From there he would meet his new adventure squad in the Gulch valley.

The lizard-kin only hoped he could figure out a method of utilizing his unique healing methods before he arrived. It was going to be a challenge to pull this off, and he doubted there would be a reprieve from any embarrassment. Still, things could be worse, he could still be Willik the “Inept" instead of Willik the “Cum healer" as he jokingly referred to his ability. He was as excited as he was fearful and the duelling sensations were such that he was unsure if he wanted them to stop or continue. Whatever the future held, it was something he needed to experience for himself.

“Let the adventure unfold" he thought to himself as he stepped outside the tunnels into the bright daylight.