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Chapter 2: The Deadwater

"Come on, Draconicon didn't fuck your ass THAT hard last night," the elephant Juraan said.

Nataraj groaned, lowering his head to look down at the ground again. His cheeks burned from the comment, but he didn't have anything to say about it. Particularly considering how much he'd wanted it at the time.

He walked behind the No Quarter Quartet, trekking in their wake with an oversized pack on his back. What was in it? Weapons, food, magical equipment, and jingling alchemical bottles, to name just a few of them. The lizard was used to heavy loads, but this one was bigger than he was used to. A part of him was sure that the four Outsiders were keeping their pace checked to allow him to keep up, and it embarrassed him.

It didn't help that he was walking with a slight limp after last night's activities. And this morning's, if he was completely honest. After the events in the Stew Pot's common room, he thought he knew what he was getting into. Oh, he'd been wrong. So very, very wrong.

Looking up from the patchy grasslands, he looked from one member of the Quartet to another, remembering what they'd gone through.

Closest to him, Juraan the elephant invoked the freshest memories. This morning, he'd gotten the chance to see what the elephant looked like without his armor on, and it had been more than impressive. Oh, the fighter's cock was big enough - even longer than the dragon's, which was huge - but it had been the big male's balls that had caught his attention. They'd been bigger than his fists, so large that the group leader hadn't been able to get his clothes on without emptying them. Repeatedly.

Rubbing his rear lightly at the memory, the lizard shook his head. It had taken almost an hour to milk the elephant's balls down to a point where the armor could be put on, and there'd be no time for a shower or anything afterwards. The smell of cum still rose up to his nose. Good thing I like it so much, he thought to himself.

The next Outsider up the line was the lion thief. Sallius had gotten to him before he'd even woke up. One moment, the lizard had been asleep, and the next he had a barbed feline cock rutting his ass. Didn't even have the chance to shout before his head had been forced against the pillows, either. He still didn't know how the lion had managed to sneak into his room, but at least Sallius had loosened up his ass enough to make dealing with Juraan a little bit easier. Cum didn't make the best lube, he'd found out, but it was better than spit by a good margin, and better than nothing by a heck of a lot more, particularly with something that big.

Draconicon walked in front of the lion, and the lizard blushed a bit as the dragon looked back at him. It was difficult to keep the blush off of his face when the near-naked mage looked at him, particularly when Nataraj was more than a little guilty of looking up the line to sneak a peek between the dragon's legs. Wearing only a loincloth, the black dragon's cock hung low between his legs, and it was like a swaying pendulum that the lizard couldn't avoid staring at.

At least the dragon hadn't decided to extend last night's activities to the morning. He wasn't sure if he would have been able to take that. Particularly after...

The lizard looked down at himself. As soon as they'd left the Stew Pot, Draconicon had shown one of his many spells to him. His feet had been zapped with a blue light, and over the course of the last two hours had been transformed from their original scaly, four toed shape. They weren't even green anymore. Instead, they were some sort of bright yellow, and the scales had hardened, the toes lengthened and reduced down to three. It almost looked like he had bird feet instead of anything else, though he lacked the actual talons that most birds he'd seen had.

Though they were strange, they did make it easier to walk out in the plains. The ground was muddier than the paved streets of the city, and the extra area that the toes covered kept the mud from sucking him down. Maybe the dragon had simply transformed them so that he would be able to keep up with the group better, though with the way Draconicon had been looking at them, the lizard figured that there was at least one other reason for it too.

Past the dragon was the orc, Urt-Gar, and he was the one that had made the morning most difficult for the lizard. Oh, it wasn't that bad, per se, but considering that he hadn't had the time to tend to the orc as much as he wanted last night, the Outsider had taken it out on his body this morning.

Urt-Gar was a powerful male, and his libido seemed to be as strong as his muscles. First light? They hadn't managed to get out of the inn for almost three hours past it due to the orc's antics. He groaned at the memory, his lips a bit raw from how many times that big green cock had slipped between them, and his ass...mmph. The dragon's cock might have been a bit bigger and thicker than the orc's cock, but it didn't slam in quite so hard as Urt-Gar's did. It didn't help that when Urt-Gar fucked him, it was like getting a public paddling at the same time; the orc had damn big balls.

He shook his head. This morning and the night before had been a hell of a thing, one hell of a sexy thing, but now he needed to pay attention to the present.

They'd left the city behind hours ago, just a few hours before the sun had risen to the center of the sky. The walls of Hooktown were far behind them now, though if he looked back he knew he'd see them in the distance, a stony pimple on the horizon as the sun started to sink behind it. Ahead of them, the plains stretched out in a great flat expanse. No monsters had ambushed them yet, but that was because they hadn't left the area patrolled by the guilds. The plain was traveled enough that guild members worked it over, walked through it, and made sure that it was safe. Their destination, however, was as untouched as one could get without going into the Wasteland.

The Deadwater sprawled out like a corpse, a rotten piece of land linked to a healthy one. Run-off from the river had turned part of the plains into a vast swamp, and even from their distance - a mile plus - he could smell the stench from it. Rotting and rank, it was like someone had emptied all of the chamberpots of an inn into the same place for years, and then let it pile up with various bits of food and unwashed bodies. And that wasn't even considering the monsters that were reported to live there, hidden in the perpetual green cloud that covered the marsh.

Nataraj shuddered at the thoughts of ghouls and ghosts, of slime monsters and other creatures that called the place home. Now that he wasn't being fucked, now that he wasn't being teased, he couldn't help but think back to the Stew Pot and his life there. It might have been boring at times, perhaps a little bit abusive, but it had been safe enough. The worst he had to worry about was a customer getting a little too rough before the boss could come out and settle things.

Somehow, he didn't think he'd have it quite so easy out here.

"Hey, lizard, keep up!"

He jumped as he picked up the pace, catching up with Juraan and matching his pace. Nodding apologetically, he fell into step with the group again.

The Outsiders were surprisingly quiet. Though Urt-Gar still grinned, the others turned stonefaced, almost grim. He didn't even want to think of how he looked. Probably scared out of his mind, he thought, or just absurdly comical, considering how he was trying not to show how freaked out he was. His jaws hurt from holding them shut.

As they got closer, the grassy plains faded into something muddier and muckier. His employers marched in a straight line, each one stepping into the footsteps of the man in front of them. Urt-Gar's broad sandals left big prints, only to be touched on by a long but thin pair of dragon feet. Sallius stepped in it after, leaving his own mark, only for all of them to be obliterated by the big metal boots that Juraan wore. His own avian feet left the lightest footprints, still able to stay closer to the surface than any of the other members of the group. Then again, he was the one with the least body strength, so he supposed he needed to do this while they didn't.

He wasn't sure when they passed the border between the plains and the Deadwater, but he knew when they were fully in it. Swallowed up by the green cloud to the point where he couldn't see more than a few feet in front of his face, he relied on Juraan to know where they were going. He couldn't see Sallius ahead, but he could hear the other members of the Quartet muttering and grumbling to each other as they slogged through the swamp.

It was hard going, with even his feet were sinking down a few inches, and Juraan was halfway up to his knees as he trudged through the mud and slime. Only Sallius managed to keep somewhat out of the muck, and he chuckled at the misfortune of the other members.

"Sallius thinks that the three of you are slowing us down."

"If you're so fast, why don't you take advantage of that and see what's up ahead?"

"Sallius thinks that Juraan might want to get rid of him with talk like that, hehehehe. All those monsters -"

"-aren't going to leave you as sore as I'll leave your ass if you don't fucking pull your weight, fur-man!"

"Temper temper, Urt-Gar."

The lion chuckled as he walked ahead, disappearing into the green mist. Nataraj shuddered at the way it seemed to swallow him up and hurried to keep up with the rest of the group. If he lost sight of any of them, he was going to die.

They moved slowly for the most part, occasionally speeding up as they walked over pieces of solid land strewn through the Deadwater, but mostly they had to walk through mud. It squelched between his toes as he walked through it, the slimy gunk sticking to his feet as he struggled to keep up with the Outsiders. They walked faster than him despite sinking further into the muck, and while they grumbled, it never seemed more than a slight annoyance to them.

A low growl echoed through the mist, and Nataraj froze as the sound filled his ears. His eyes whipped back and forth, trying to see what the source was, but the green was too thick. The other members of the group stopped as well, Urt-Gar and Juraan pulling their weapons out. Their swords left trails through the mist as they took up positions back to back, the elephant's trunk twitching lightly. He could just make out that the orc's cock was rising up, as well, the green-skinned warrior somehow getting horny at a time like this.

"Get between us."

He followed the dragon's order as the mage held up his staff. A pulse of air echoed out, clearing a small portion of the mist away. No creatures, but the lizard swore he saw some ripples in the water as something pulled back in a hurry. The trio surrounded him, each one eyeing the water.

"Is...Is Sallius going to be okay?"

"That lion? Hah! If anything gets his ass other than me, it deserves the belly-ache it's gonna get from him."

"Quiet, cock-brain. If something sneaks up on us, it is going to be more than your ass on the line."

The dragon's insult seemed to get Urt-Gar's attention, but the orc continued to smile as they waited for something to show its head. The dragon's hands crackled with magical energy while the orc and elephant lazily slid their swords through the air.

A loud splash from the left caught their attention, and Urt-Gar took a step forward before Juraan stopped him. The splashes continued, smaller and faster, like footsteps. He could just make out a voice in the distance, and the lizard leaned forward, trying to make out a little more of the sound.

"Sallius hopes you're ready."

The lion burst out of the mist at a full sprint, a great skeletal snake chasing after him at top speed. It struck fast as a cobra, only to strike water as Sallius leaped up into the air. He came down on top of the massive snake's head, lifted up in the air as it reared back. Head and lion disappeared into the mist above them, leaving the snake's body wide open, yet nobody moved to help.

As the lizard opened his mouth to say something, anything, the skeleton shivered before collapsing. Sallius splashed down with a grunt, holding the head of the snake against his chest as he sheathed a knife. His eyes went wide. The snake's head was as big as the lion's torso, and the fangs sticking around the jaws were as long as his forearm. Shaking his head, he kicked the snake body to the side before taking his place in the group.

"As Sallius was saying, Sallius hopes you are ready, because there is a nest of these things behind him."

"How many?"

"Sallius had to run too quick to see, oh great lumbering leader, but I would say at least eight of them."

"Well, if they're like this fucking pipsqueak, we should be able to take care of 'em."

"Oh, perhaps you'd be right, but this was the little baby of the bunch. Sallius would say you could fit in the mouth of the next biggest one, with room to spare."

"Are you serious?!"

They all turned to the lizard with raised eyebrows. He shook his head a few times, just staring at all of them. They were insane, absolutely insane. That first snake had been bigger than anything he'd ever seen in the city, and the others promised to be bigger still.

"What are you thinking?! We should be running for the hills!"

"Lizard, you are very close to being hysterical."

"I'm freaking out here, Draconicon! How do you think you're-"

A great hiss filled the air as the first of the skeleton snakes rose out of the mist. Just as Sallius said, the mouth of the skull was huge, fangs sharper than swords poking out of the jaws. It loomed over them, taller than any of the group, and hissed at them. At either side, more of the skeletal snakes appeared, slithering through the slime and the muck to get into position around the group.

Shuddering in the middle of the square the Quartet formed, the lizard wished for nothing more than to be back at the Stew Pot. But nobody in the group had any regrets. Not Urt-Gar, not Draconicon, not Sallius, and not Juraan. The smile that Urt-Gar wore seemed to spread, tugging at the edges of their mouths until each of them were grinning as wide as the greenskin.

"Alright...who wants which?"

"Sallius would like the two on the left."

"Sallius should stay back and let the real fighter take care of the group."

"Urt-Gar, any of us could take them, but let's be fair here. All of us need a work out."

"And my spells are itching for use."

They were crazy. He'd known that Outsiders were crazy from not living in the cities, but he never thought that they'd be like this. He'd known Guild members that would have looked at this and called it impossible without at least twenty men, and yet the Quartet were seriously considering fighting with only four people? Unless they were counting him. They better not be; he was no good for this.

"Then we're agreed? Two for each of us?"

"Sallius believes that's fair."

"I'd like to burn more than a pair, but I'll live with it."

"Heh, you guys better do your jobs fast, or I'll do them for you."

"Alright then. Move."

All but the dragon charged forward, leaving the lizard standing behind the mage. He whimpered, looking back the way he came, momentarily wondering if he could make his way back by the footprints in the muck.

CRASH!

He leaped out of the way as one of the skeletons hit the water. Even as it started to sink into the muck, he saw that it wasn't going to disappear completely. It was huge; even lying on the ground it was almost up to his chest in height. Looking down the length of the snake, he saw where it had been cut in half by a huge sword, and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he realized that the orc must have done that.

"Always in a hurry," the dragon muttered in front of him.

"He does this all the time?"

"Usually with a bit more dick-waving, but what are these things gonna say about dicks?"

The dragon had a point, though the fact they were talking about waving cocks around was beyond him. With the snakes still writhing around, it seemed a particularly bad time.

Despite his fear, he watched with amazement as the Quartet showed off what they could do. Urt-Gar slashed and blocked the snake he still faced, throwing its head back more than once when he couldn't simply knock its attack aside. The orc played with his opponent, laughing and even leaping on top of it once, thrusting his dick down its nostril before leaping off and continuing his fun.

He hadn't seen Juraan fight yet, but the lizard wasn't disappointed. The elephant wielded a pair of swords as he looked up at two snakes, cutting at them as they darted down at him. Unlike the way that Urt-Gar knocked the head away, he just cut off part of the snake when it got close, sheering off fangs and bone shards every time that they tried to get him.

Sallius the lion was having far too much fun, in his opinion. Nataraj watched with mouth agape as the lion leaped from one snake to another, landing on their skulls and then shaking his ass in their faces, only to leap out of the way at the last second when the other snake tried to get him. He used the snakes against each other, letting them do his fighting for him.

And that left the two snakes that weren't being dealt with by the others. They half slithered half swam through the swamp around them, looking down at them and hissing every few seconds. He pressed himself close to the dragon, whimpering softly as he tried to keep from breaking down. He wanted to run, scream, shout, faint, something that would get him away from this, or not feel it if the snakes actually got him.

Draconicon, on the other hand, was completely still. A slight smirk stretched the dragon's lips as he lifted his staff in the air. The tip of the wood glowed red, then blue.

"I think it's time to end this."

A pair of lightning bolts shot out of the dragon's staff, a continuous crackling stream of death burrowing its way through the skulls of the snakes. They thrashed and hissed, their tails slapping down into the muck and sending it flying through the air as they tried to escape the deadly magic. They thrust against it, but were thrown back by the power behind the lightning bolts, forced away from the dragon and lizard with the sheer power behind the spell.

Soon they fell, splashing loudly. The other snakes soon followed, one by one hitting the murky water and going still as the life left their bones. The last one to fall was Urt-Gar's snake, but the lizard could tell that it was only because the orc was playing with it. Weapons were sheathed as the group came together again, and half the group was showing their excitement. Urt-Gar's shaft wobbled back and forth as he made his way over, and Sallius's little leather pouch strained against the excitement that it contained.

"That...that..."

"Those weren't the normal monsters."

Nataraj blinked at the elephant's statement.

"No, they weren't. Someone was controlling them."

"Could you tell who, Draconicon?"

"No, the spell faded too quickly. If they don't already know that ambush failed, their mage will soon."

"Do we have time for a bit of rest?"

"Considering the energy it takes to revive the dead on that scale? I'd say we have an hour, maybe two until they throw something else our way."

"Good. Let's find a bit of land. Come on, lizard, don't fall behind."

Nataraj couldn't bring a single word to mind after seeing all that. The way that the Quartet had managed to dispatch the snakes had been beyond anything he'd ever imagined. The tales of the group did not do them justice; anyone that could fight off things that big, outnumbered and seemingly outmatched, was someone that simply wasn't normal.

He gasped as the elephant grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, dragging him along through the muck for a second before he got his feet under him. Hurrying to keep up, the lizard kept looking back over his shoulder. Despite the Deadwater's ability to suck things down, the snake skeletons were putting up a remarkable fight against being put away. They stuck up, too big to be swallowed quickly, and he wondered if they'd ever be fully taken in.

They walked for a while before he felt something besides mud under his bird feet. The ground sloped upwards quickly, putting them on higher ground. Not much higher, admittedly, but even a few feet higher than the water and mud around them was better than nothing. It was still slick and wet, forcing him to use his talons for a bit more of a foothold, but it wasn't sucking him down, which was a big plus.

The only problem was that the island was small, very small. Only a few dozen feet across at the widest point, it was even smaller than the common room back at the Stew Pot. Not that they needed much room, he supposed. Still, he would have liked a little more room in case -

"Get in the center of the island. I need some room if I'm going to put down some defenses."

Juraan pulled him back as Draconicon walked down to the edge of the island. He waved his staff around the border between murky water and dirty land, and light bled from the tip of his staff. Magical symbols glimmered in red and black and white, forming runes in the air before falling onto the earth. They continued to shimmer, but their light was muted, quiet, and much harder to see. The dragon continued around the island, laying down the runes just above the water.

"Are those going to keep the monsters out?"

"As long as whatever is controlling them isn't too much stronger than Draconicon, it should. These are the waterproof ones, right, Draconicon?"

"I only had to learn that lesson once, Juraan. Unless someone manages to batter these down, they'll be fine for the night."

"But...if he could do that, why didn't we have them up before?!"

"Hysteria, lizard; you might want to get a handle on that." The dragon shook his head as he laid down the last rune. "We can't walk around with these around us. They break if you walk through them from the inside. So, no running away if something comes battering on our doors. Got it?"

The lizard nodded his head as the Quartet sat down to rest. Sighing in relief, he let the packs he'd been carrying fall to the ground, and then flopped down on top of them. He stared up at the sky, shaking his head at the clouds above. The sun hadn't set yet, but with the clouds over the Deadwater, there was no sign of it anywhere. Oh, there was light, but not enough to really brighten the place, and more than half of it seemed to come from the moss that floated along the water around them. Dreary and dim, it felt like the Deadwater was trying to suck all the light and life out of the air around them, as if it was desperate for some extra life for itself.

"I really should have stayed home."

But there was no way to go back now. The Quartet had bought him, and if he thought that he was getting out of that, he was little more than an idiot.

At least now he had a chance to rest, he supposed, and after the rush of that fight, he needed it. Closing his eyes and ignoring the sound of the Quartet setting up camp, he let himself slip off into dark oblivion.

"I thought you said those snakes would deal with them! Look at them, they're closer than ever!"

"Calm down, Jonnar."

"Calm down?! Fuck calm, and fuck you, Hemman! Do something!"

"I'm open to suggestions, but I don't think there's anything we can do until they start moving again."

Ignoring the swearing rat, the panda warlock pressed his fingers against his chin. The image his magic crystal presented them wasn't the clearest, but he could make out the island that the adventurers had chosen for their campsite. The dragon's runes were brighter in the magical view, and Hemman shook his head at the sight of them. A Moon's Array was difficult enough to breach with raw force; a Three Moon Barrier, like the dragon had used, was almost impossible to break with external force. Until the group started moving again, they'd be more or less invulnerable to anything he could raise to send after them. Not that Jonnar could understand that.

His eyes shifted to the side, glancing at the fuming rodent. The rat was a good thief, but when it came to any rational thought, he doubted Jonnar had the space in his head to actually do anything. It was a pity, because the rat really was a good partner to have. The two of them wouldn't have gotten into the Greenhouse of Arcana without the rat's skills, and Jonnar had dealt with the physical defenses and protections better than Hemman had expected.

If only he'd actually take a second to use his brain for anything outside of thievery, things would be so much easier between them. Instead, they were stuck hiding in a cave in the Deadwater while their employer was waiting to receive his merchandise. Hiding out was never fun, and the Deadwater was perhaps the most abysmal place that he could imagine for it.

"I'm telling you, we gotta take them out now, man! Look, they're getting ready to sleep. Can't your magic do something?"

"If you'd remember something for longer than two seconds, you'd remember I just said I can't do anything. Not against a barrier like that."

"Nothing? What the hell are you here for then?! Why the hell did I have to get partnered with someone like you?!"

"Because you can't use magic, you wouldn't have known what you were looking for in that Guild, and because the boss knew you would have been caught in two seconds if I hadn't been there to help you. Now shut up."

He held up a hand to stop the rat from talking when Jonnar looked like he was going to open his mouth again, watching the images moving around in his crystal. They were done setting up camp, but now they were grabbing hold of the lizard. Surprisingly rough on him, he thought as they threw him onto the open ground between the tents. Hemman blinked.

"Well now, I didn't expect that."

"What?"

"I think we're going to get a little show here."

"Lemme see, lemme see!"

The panda held out the crystal, letting the rat get a look. He could already see the bulge forming in the rat's trousers, and he rolled his eyes at how eager his partner was. Not even a thought of what show it might have been, and he was already getting aroused, thinking it was going to be sex.

But even those new clock things were right once a day if they got broken. He guessed that Jonnar was due to be right for a change.

The lizard grunted as he was thrown off of the packs. Rubbing his nose as he was rolled onto his back, he started to open his mouth to ask what was going on, and then promptly shut up as his question was answered.

Every member of the Quartet had stripped down to nothing. Clothing had been shoved into tents, and armor had been stacked to the side, giving him a perfect view of each body. More than that, they were all hard, all eager, and the lizard felt his own arousal starting to climb as he looked over them. His mouth watered for the taste of the long, hard cocks, and his hole twitched as he imagined what it would feel like to have them hammering into his body.

His eyes drifted down their bodies from their cocks to their feet. Despite walking through the mud either in sandals or barefoot, not one foot was dirty. Some enchantment or other, he imagined; it would make sense considering that Draconicon and Sallius didn't wear shoes, and only one of them would be able to withstand walking on rocks and such very easily.

They must have known what he was looking at, because all at once they turned their feet to face him. The lizard, already on edge, let out a loud moan as he was allowed to look at their feet. Little musky drops of sweat ran down the elephant's feet, while Sallius and Draconicon's toes and soles were smooth and unsullied. Urt-Gar's big green feet were slicker than the elephant's, and when he raised it and shoved it into the lizard's face, the scent of musk, heat, and sweat overwhelmed him. He moaned louder than ever, grabbing hold of the big man's foot and dragging his tongue along the underside.

"Cock slut, foot slut, ass slut. Is there anything that this little fuck toy won't do?"

"Sallius would say...no."

"Now, now, he has had a trying day. Let's not push him too far just yet."

"Fair enough, Juraan. If we are to use him, however, I'd suggest a different position. Right now, it would be difficult for anyone to use him."

"Good point. Urt-Gar, if you would find someplace comfortable?"

The orc grumbled as he pulled his foot back. The lizard tried to hold onto the foot on his face, but the orc was too strong for him. He whimpered as the greenskin pulled back from his face, but grinned as the fighter sat down not far away.

Nothing needed to be said, no command needed to be given. The lizard got on all fours as he scurried over the muddy island to those lovely feet. Lowering his head, he shoved his nose against the slick, warm flesh, nuzzling the undersides with soft moans. His tail lifted over his back, and he only realized he'd done it when the tip of his tail tapped against the back of his head. A slight blush covered his face at that, but he didn't stop; it was too fun.

He felt furred hands on his back, clawed fingers stroking down towards his rump. Little shudders spread along his scales, making them feel more sensitive, and he moaned louder against the feet. They only slightly muffled the sound, and he blushed worse as they chuckled at him. It wasn't like he could help it; they were so sexy, so hot, that he couldn't help acting like a slut around them.

"Sallius thinks that Sallius has earned the first fuck."

"Hey, get your dick away from there! I don't want to feel your cum around my cock when I'm fucking his ass."

"The loud greenskin didn't have a problem with dragon cum around his dick; is there something Urt-Gar wants to share with Sallius?"

"You-"

"Calm down, you two. Sallius gets first go, Urt-Gar. You're big enough that he'll still be tight when we're done with him."

Oh, was he ever. Nataraj remembered the night before, but even if that hadn't been as clear as day, the evidence was right in front of him. The orc's big green cock stood tall and proud, the golden ring behind the head making the tip look even bigger than it actually was. He blushed as he felt his mouth water, wanting so badly to leap up and suck on it, only slightly less than he wanted to spend time cleaning the orc's feet with this tongue.

It was a guilty pleasure of his. Oh, he was a cock slut and loved taking dicks up his ass, but something that his old master hadn't known was how much he loved to be underfoot, and how much he enjoyed getting pinned by big, musky feet. And now, he had four masters that seemed all too happy to use him like that. He wasn't sure that it could get much better than that.

SMACK!

He yelped against the big green feet as his ass jiggled, the lion's paw pulling back after giving him a hard spank. Looking over his shoulder in surprise, he caught sight of the feline's cock pouch. It bulged out so far, pushed out by the erection that Sallius had. The lizard felt his hole twitching in response to the sight, and he couldn't stop himself from licking his lips.

"Yes, Sallius thinks that this ass needs Sallius's cock. What do you think, oh slutty one?"

"Please, sir, let me feel your cock."

"Oh, Sallius likes such politeness. So long since he has seen a polite slut."

Groaning to himself, the lizard turned his head back to the orc in front of him. His tongue lashed over the sweaty flesh, licking up the warm droplets that rolled down the skin. The flesh was surprisingly smooth and uncalloused, and he wondered how the orc managed to keep things so soft as well as so clean.

He didn't have a chance to think of that for long before the pair of them reminded him of his place. The feet pressed against his snout, covering his nose and holding his mouth closed so that he was forced to simply sniff. Every breath pulled another powerful burst of musk into his nose, and he shuddered as his cock throbbed beneath him. Rather than breathing more shallowly, he sucked in the scent, pulling it into his nose by breathing as hard as he could. His heart beat in his chest as he moaned, sucking in the foot musk of his master.

Behind him, a slick but hard cock pressed against his ass. Lifting his tail a little higher, he pressed back against it, welcoming the slow thrusts between his ass cheeks. Strong fingers spread them apart, and the feel of the hot shaft pressing against his hole made him gasp. Or, at least he tried. The feet against his face prevented him from opening his mouth enough to do that. It still was a sound of lust, though, and he could hear the quartet around him chuckling at his need.

He didn't care. He wanted what they could give him, and he wanted it back. Shaking his ass side to side, he begged with his actions for the lion to take him, to take him hard. He didn't want to wait any longer.

Thankfully, Sallius didn't hesitate. Lion dick slid up the lizard's hole in the space of a second, the pressure driving him further against the orc's feet. They pressed against his face hard enough that he could see the skin pushing in, the flesh and tissue bending beneath the pressure that his snout put on them. Not only that, but he could feel his face getting slick, wet, like the orc was wiping his sweat off on his face. Which, he realized, was just what was happening. His face was nothing but a way for the orc to get his feet dry, a way for him to wipe off the heat of the day and relax.

And for some reason, he was just fine with that.

He moaned, whimpering as he tried to open his mouth to lick those sexy feet, but Urt-Gar held his mouth closed too tightly for him to do anything. All he could do was breathe in the musk while he was fucked.

The lion pounded him hard, grunting and growling above him. He could feel the furry balls slapping against his own, and he blushed at just how much bigger than his they felt. They felt like they were twice the size of his own swollen orbs, and they felt so heavy, like boulders slamming against him. Just how much cum did the lion have in there, and just how much was he going to spill inside of him? The very thought made him moan again.

"That's it, you little fuck toy. Moan for your masters. Show us you know what your fucking place is."

"I don't think he needs to be shown his place, cock-brain. It seems to me that he's quite happy where he is already."

"Doesn't mean I don't like hearing those moans. They're hot as hell."

He groaned, unable to answer save by moaning more. Everything was heating up around him; the feet on his face only made his face burn hotter, and he could feel his already loosened hole stretching around Sallius's cock with every thrust in, every tug back. He'd barely tightened up again since last night and they were already working on taking that away.

Not that it seemed to bother lion any. If anything, he was enjoying himself. His growls had faded, turning into something more like purring. Not that Nataraj would suggest something like that to the lion, but it was the closest thing that he could compare it to.

It didn't take long for the lion to hit his climax. Within a few minutes of grabbing hold of the lizard's hips, Sallius growled in climax. His claws tightened, raking the lizard's hips in a sign of ownership, while inside his cock twitched and pulsed. Barbs, so soft as to be almost unfelt before, flared up inside him, each thrust raking them against his insides. The lizard growled at the feeling, his fingers digging into the wet earth below, and his whimpers of mixed pain and pleasure were muffled against the orc's feet.

Sallius pulled out a few seconds later, shaking his head as he put his cock away. Urt-Gar chuckled at the lion, shaking his head.

"What's the matter, pussy? Kitten cock get a little tired?"

"Sallius is merely being considerate; we all want a turn, do we not?"

"Heh, is that what you call having a hair trigger now, pussy cat?"

The elephant stepped in before Sallius could respond, grabbing the orc and pulling him to his feet. The line of people moved, bringing Juraan behind the lizard, and putting the lion at his head.

Shrugging, Sallius sat down, putting his feet up for the lizard. They were big, particularly around the toes, and while they were drier than the orc's feet, they were still somewhat moist from the long day. Nataraj licked his lips and dove in, eager to service the lion's feet after being denied that treat with the greenskin.

The lion's feet were soft and warm against his tongue, and he moaned at the taste of musk and fur. He dug his tongue between the toes, licking and flicking at the tired areas, the sore areas between the toes. Every time he heard the lion moan from his efforts, he felt a little surge of pride in himself.

When the elephant spanked him, shoving him forward, he yelped again. Juraan was a little rougher than the lion had been, his big broad hands slapping against the lizard's larger ass again and again. Each time it made his rump ripple, jiggling from the additional weight he carried back there after being fucked by the dragon. He blushed, feeling it shaking around, but it only made him hornier.

Unable to hide his blush, he lifted his head up and opened his mouth, pushing one of Sallius's toes into his mouth. He bobbed up and down on the short length, sucking softly on the length. The chuckles from around him only made him suck on it that much harder, wanting to show just what he could do, and hopefully earn the right to do this a little more often. His lips tightened, adding more friction to his sucking motions, and he could feel the toe curling in his mouth, pressing down against his tongue, almost like it was asking for more. He didn't dare look up to see how the lion was actually enjoying it, but he hoped that his master was getting as much out of this as he was.

The spanking stopped, hands replaced by a big, thick cock that sent shivers down the lizard's spine. It oozed pre between his ass cheeks, sliming up his scales and making them slick and wet. Big hands grabbed his chunky ass cheeks, spreading them to expose the lizard's hole and pressing that cock between them. Rather than fuck the lizard right away, though, the elephant let the cheeks close again, holding them together around his cock the way that some men would use a woman's breasts. Juraan ground between the lizard's ass cheeks with soft moans, humping forward hard enough to bring his balls up to clap against the lizard's orbs.

Nataraj was in heaven being used like this. His body was on fire, and his cock throbbed under his belly as he was humped and ground against. His nose and his mouth were filled with the smell and taste of lion feet, while his backside was getting soaked in elephant pre.

"I never cease to be amazed by how much you leak, Juraan. Did you really need to get that 'blessing' off of that priest last year?"

"It allowed me to be stronger and faster. If this is the price for that, I wouldn't say that it's too much."

"Bit messy, though, I'd say."

The elephant shrugged, his fucking motions never slowing despite the conversation with the dragon. The two of them didn't even seem to recognize that this sort of conversation wasn't what most people did while fucking. Hell, talking didn't seem to happen at all, in the lizard's experience, but he ignored them, focusing more on the feeling of the cock behind him.

It was so big, and so very thick. He could feel the tip getting wider as the elephant got hornier, almost like the flare that he saw on some of the stallions that people rode around the city. Not quite that big, but big enough to make him drool. Literally. He had to lick up the drool sliding along the lion's toes, slurping it up along with the little pockets of sweat along the bottom of Sallius's foot.

Suddenly, Juraan pulled his cock back from the lizard's ass cheeks. The thick tip pressed against his hole, and the elephant grunted as he forced himself forward. Loosened as he was from being fucked by the lion a moment ago, Nataraj still groaned at the resistance that his hole put up to the elephant's shaft. He pressed back as much as he could, trying to give a little help, even as his hole burned, fighting against the stretching that it was being put through, before -

POP!

In went the elephant's cock, and the lizard felt the flow of pre start pumping into his ass directly. Thick and wet, it made his insides feel slimy and full, even without the presence of the elephant's cock backing that up. He shuddered, his hole clamping down hard in an attempt to hold all that pre inside him, wanting to keep that feeling of being filled. He heard the elephant moan behind him and grinned at the knowledge of the big male enjoying the pleasure that his hole could give him.

"Sallius would remind the slut not to stop cleaning his feet."

Blushing, the lizard turned his attention back to the lion's feet in front of him, working them over as best he could. It was difficult as the elephant slid back and forth, his shaft gently opening Nataraj's hole with each slide forward. The wider head made it that much bigger as it slid into his depths, and when it scraped against his prostate on the way out, the lizard shuddered, his bobbing and licking slowing as he lost his focus.

"I'm starting to see...how Sallius lost his load so fast..."

"Is the little fuck-slut that good?"

"I did try to tell the two of you at the inn. This lizard is a bigger whore for cock than any of the whores we've hired in the past."

The lizard blushed at the comments, but couldn't dispute them. He really was that big a slut for their cocks, their feet, and their cum. Anything that they wanted to do that would end with him getting a mouthful or ass full of cum was almost guaranteed to be fine with him.

His elephant master started to thrust faster, ramming himself in deeper with each passing minute. Soon, the lizard could feel the shaft bottoming out, big gray balls pressed up against his ass. If he'd thought that Sallius had boulders between his legs, then Juraan had something even bigger. The sac against his balls was immense, so huge that he half wondered if parts of it were pressing against the lower parts of his legs. How the elephant had managed to fit all that into his armor all day was something that boggled his mind, and he knew that they'd only grow bigger again by morning.

There was no rest for him. After only a few seconds of getting used to the feeling of being fully inside, Juraan started pulling back, sliding his cock out of the lizard. Not all the way, barely even halfway out, but then he rammed himself in again. The lizard rocked forward, shoved by the sheer power of the elephant's thrust against the lion's feet again. He was pulled back, then shoved forward, pulled back, and shoved forward, always following along with the massive cock inside of his ass.

Before long, the lion seemed to give up on getting the lizard's attention with his feet. Nataraj whimpered anyway when they were pulled away, reaching out with one hand for them, but the lion didn't stick around.

"Not...fair..."

"Sallius doesn't think it's fair that the slut can't focus on his paws, either. Sallius thinks you should learn to be better."

The slight shame was wiped out of his mind as the elephant started going to town on his ass. Every slam in was followed by a groan from the lizard, or a moan, or a whimper of need. None of them seemed to change the elephant's mind or encourage him to go faster, even when the lizard begged for it aloud. All that the elephant seemed to care about was emptying his balls in the lizard's ass, and from how big those balls were, Nataraj knew that it was going to be a hell of an orgasm.

Behind the sound of the elephant's fast, slick thrusts, there was a soft stroking sound in the background. The lizard groaned, slowly turning his head to the side.

Both the dragon and the orc were stroking themselves to the sight in front of them. With their cocks side by side again, the lizard could see that they were the biggest in the group. Draconicon had the bigger shaft, though not by much; he was only an inch longer, and they looked to be about the same width, though maybe a bit bigger in the dragon's case. It was a little hard to tell with the orc, considering the cock ring behind his cock head and the other jewelry that he wore around his genitals.

Musk and sweat hung heavy in the air as the elephant's thrusts sped up, growing erratic and harsher. The lizard was almost driven into the ground by the force behind them, his hands and arms leaving furrows in the island ground. He growled and moaned into his scales, trying to stifle the sound of his lust before they could mock him further for it.

And then the flood started.

The lizard's eyes almost bugged out of his head at the explosion of cum in his ass. So much shot into his hole, so much musky, hot elephant cum. It felt like it was being shot up his ass by a spell instead of just an orgasm, and he could feel it blasting back out of his hole, splattering against the elephant's balls as the lizard's hole failed to contain it all.

It went on and on, the orgasm lasting for almost a full minute before it stopped. At least half of the elephant's orgasm had been spurted back out of the lizard's body, but what had remained had given him a bit of a belly. His insides felt slimy and warm, and when he moved he could feel the cum inside sloshing around his guts. It was like he'd been fed with that, rather than simply filled, and the thought left him feeling warm, contented, and so very, very eager for more.

"Fuck the pecking order, I'm going next."

"I told you, Urt-Gar -"

"Ah, let him go, Juraan. I like looser, cummy holes anyway."

The lizard grinned, lifting his ass up a little higher as the orc got behind him. This was going to be good.

#

The simple show had turned into a session of mutual jerking off in short order, and the only reason that it hadn't gone further was because Hemman didn't want to risk catching anything that his partner might have had. One never knew with rats, and Jonnar fit that stereotype to a T.

Still, he didn't deny that there was something particularly good about the way that the rat stroked his cock. His partner definitely knew a few tricks.

The show itself wasn't bad either. The lizard in the middle was obviously one hell of a slut, so very eager for anything that people would give him. It was almost sad, he supposed; the lizard would need to be dealt with along with the rest of the adventurers, otherwise he would take the lizard for himself. It wasn't that easy to find someone that was THAT good with handling other people, or with the endurance the little scaly had. Taking four cocks up his ass in quick succession, followed by licking four pairs of feet, and then finishing off with a four limbed gangbang? That took skill.

That last one had occurred when the lizard had rolled onto his back, grabbing one cock in each hand, and then - surprisingly - grabbing the other two cocks with his feet. It wasn't like an ape, where a foot could be used like hands, but with the bird feet the lizard had, he was able to get a grip and start stroking dragon and orc while he pleasured the lion and elephant with his hands.

The end result had been one white lizard and four satisfied adventurers. Hemman shook his head to the sight, having blown his load a few minutes ago.

"Well, at least they'll have one more night of being happy before we deal with them."

"So, you finally got a plan?"

"Yes, I do. A little risky -"

"Don't care about risky. Is the plan gonna kill these fucks?"

"...Jonnar, if I think I can kill these things, that means I can feel the same about killing you. Do you get my drift?"

"You're not going to -"

"Shut up. I've been dealing with you for long enough as it is. Make any more of a pest of yourself, and see what happens. Go ahead. I'll wait."

The rat was silent for once, and the panda sighed in relief. He turned back to the crystal, seeing the various members of the group laying down in their tents for the night. The orc had pulled the lizard in with him, doubtless to have some fun - he almost swore the lizard's ass was even bigger now - but the dragon was still outside.

Strange, the panda thought. He cocked his head at the crystal as the dragon looked up at the sky.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, warlock. Maybe I'll get you to help us put on another one tomorrow, if we let you live that long."

Hemman ended the spell as quickly as he could, the crystal going dark as Jonnar turned to look at him. For once, the two of them of them had the exact same thought.

"Fuck."