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Your skin crawls as the first rustling in the tall grass stirs you from your otherwise unerring concentration. You duck low to the ground, fingers tightening firmly around the stone-tipped wooden spear you'd hastily crafted for your defense. It was always this way, or so the few who'd returned had always said. "It's all a game to them," they'd tell you, "They don't fear death or injury." So it would seem, since they'd untied you and given you a day and a half to attempt escape and fashion defenses against their hunt.

You listen closely for the telltale sound of clawed feet against the dirt and long, thick tails brushing past the grass. Not a sound but the wind and the birds meets your ears, but you know your hunter's out there somewhere, watching you. Studying your stance, preparing to strike and take you down. That's why you can't falter; you can't let down your guard for even a second. If you have to stand here all day and all night, then so be it.

"They own these jungles, you know." your friend had said, a mere three days before he disappeared. "We newcomers--we're just new prey. New toys. We ran from the flames, only to meet a sea all too eager to swallow us up."

"Our days as free men are numbered." Those were the last words he spoke to you that night. Your tribe had fled the more powerful invaders to your home, and found only a second pair of greedy eyes in its flight. One by one, people you knew began to vanish, lost to the keepers of the jungle.

Another sound draws your attention to your left, and you just barely see something small and round splash into a nearby puddle. That lapse in attention is all your hunter needs; from behind, you hear the thundering of swift footsteps. Before you can turn or run, a heavy body collides with your back, and your head spins as you hit the ground hard. You groan and gasp, winded by the impact, and you struggle to free yourself from the hunter's grasp.

A sibilant hiss floats through the air and caresses your ears; your entire body tenses up as a shiver crawls up your spine. You shake off the dizzying sensation and try once more to wrestle free, but all in vain. Your muscles strain against the powerful frame holding you down and grasping for your wrists, your makeshift spear merely inches away. To spin around and sink the sharpened rock into the reptilian hunter's gut would be all too satisfying, but struggle as you might, your weapon remains just out of reach.

"Found you." she says with a deep, throaty growl, her husky voice dripping with satisfaction. She'd left you nearly three days ago, and in the interim you had always managed to evade her. You'd been proud at first, but that feeling meant little in such a compromising position. The powerful lizard woman lifts herself, and you manage to squirm your way out from under her in the half-second between that loosening of her grip and the dropping of her knee against what would have been your back.

Your full-steam bolt toward the thicket is promptly cut short as something catches your foot; powerful muscles tighten around your ankle, planting you face-first against the grass once more. You swear and thrash wildly, grabbing clumps of dirt and sand and tossing them frantically at your attacker but, in your panic, only manage to flail helplessly.

"Little man think he can escape." the huntress's thick dialect comes across as mocking, stinging your already bruised pride. "Ssessala make sure you never run again."

You wince as her powerful hands grip your thighs, and you almost expect her to break your legs right then and there. The world spins around, and you squint as you're suddenly met with the harsh, bright sun. It isn't there for long, however, as the profile of that large lizard looms over you, her thick, muscular body sprawling over yours and holding you to the ground.

"Gotcha." This huge woman--Ssessala, you think she said--finally positions herself in such a way so that you can get a look at her. Dark green scales glint faintly in the sunlight, unprotected by any kind of clothing or coverings, save for a bright yellow paint decorating around her shoulders, breasts, and tummy. She's completely unarmed and unprotected, not counting the rippling muscles bulging under her scales as she keeps your comparatively tiny form pinned to the ground. Large breasts rise and fall with her chest as she breathes, her nipples perky and stiff. She appraises you with deep golden eyes, grinning in her physical conquest of her prey. Of you. "I want my prize now. No wait."

You almost try to free yourself again when her hands move away from your shoulders, until her long, thick tail circles whips forward and swiftly coils around your upper body, pinning your arms to your sides. You don't even bother to struggle this time; you know you'll just tire yourself out. You might get another chance if you're patient. A faint heat rushes to your cheeks when you feel her hands grip at your hips. Fingers hook inside your loincloth and tear it away in one fluid motion. She casually discards the torn garment and leans back to survey her prize.

"Little man has little dick!" she bellows with a laugh. The gleeful lizard smirks down at you and licks her lips with a forked tongue. "No worry, though. Ssessala make good use of it."

A large hand cups your balls, and two fingers begin to stroke and caress your cock. Despite the huge-breasted Amazonian beast trying to rile you up, her emasculating comments and rough handling of your crotch isn't exactly doing much for you. She seems to notice this, and a heavy fist smashes the ground next to your head, jolting you to attention.

"Don't insult Ssessala! Puny man WILL fuck her!" A rough hand pins you by your neck, forcing you to look straight ahead. Your captor's amber eyes stare down at you, that devious smirk decorating her reptilian features. "But this time, Ssessala fuck YOU."

Those deep, slitted eyes take on an unnatural glow, and before you can shut it away behind your eyelids, you become lost in the kaleidoscopic display flowing outward from her pupils. The sun and sky darken, soon replaced by a vortex of pulsating, swirling colors, flowing inward toward the lizard woman's eyes and drawing you in toward their source. The world goes quiet and your head spins as you gaze unwittingly into the maelstrom of colors whirling around within her eyes. You struggle to blink, and you even manage to get one eyelid closed until an insistent squeeze from her tail forces it back open. You breathe in deep as she releases the pressure from your throat. Your head slumps lazily in place, but you can't quite convince it to turn away...

Ssessala slowly lowers herself down your body. Her powerful tail doesn't loosen from your chest, the tip sweeping ticklishly along your neck, bringing a vacant smile to your lips. Her magnetic gaze holds you as she slides downward, pressing her massive tits against your cock and squeezing firmly. This time, you can't fight back a moan.

"Weak-willed man didn't even fight." the lizard mocks you as she squeezes and rubs her breasts up and down your quickly-stiffening cock. "Make a good fucktoy."

You tilt back your head (though not quite enough to break your gaze from hers) as her forked tongue slithers down and curls around the head of your shaft. The tip of her tongue sweeps back and forth over your needy maleness, coiling around your length and fluttering over the sensitive flesh in a tantalizing dance. You've never been this hard before. Something in that colorful gaze has just made her the sexiest thing you've ever beheld, and just the lightest touch is like pure, unfiltered ecstasy!

Time seems to slow as she teases and torments you with that talented tongue. Each sweep of the deft muscle sparks another jolt of pleasure within your sensitive nerves, overwhelming your senses and muting the dull pain from her earlier rough handling of your smaller, frailer frame.

"Now little man is being good." Her mesmerizing gaze slides upward in your vision, and you're all too happy to follow it. Ssessala crawls atop your immobile body and plants her hands on your shoulders, forcing you against the ground. Without even a moment of preparation, she slams her curvy hips down and impales herself on your cock, her ecstatic hiss drowned out by your moaning. She wordlessly rides you, swirling eyes keeping you nice and complacent. You're all too happy to lay there and be her obedient fucktoy.

The intense fucking all but breaks your fragile mind. While brutish and lacking any kind of finesse, her hypnotic stare has drowned out the world, starving your pleasure-addled head of any stimulation, save for whatever she chooses to feed it. That rough ride and the powerful colors plunge you into a sea of mindless ecstasy, and you don't even care about the drool sliding down your chin as you're ridden like an unruly beast. Your head spins, thoughts disjointed and cloudy, all clogged up with flashes of sex, of arousal, of mind-melting colors and hisses. Your nerves cry out for something to replace the dulled pain, and your mesmerized mind gleefully offers up a full-body orgasm to squeeze the last of your will out from your cock as you feel yourself cumming.

"So fast." you hear that mocking tone in her voice again. "But Ssessala will train you. Make you a good toy."

You're hardly given time to consider that before she's on her feet again. Her tail effortlessly lifts you from the ground, the world swinging around in your foggy vision as she saunters back toward her camp.

"Better recover fast, boy. Round two starts as soon as we get back..."

You can hardly wait.