Already, you can see the encampments of lizardmen dotting your family lands beginning to be reinforced with fallen trees and dugouts. They will soon be permanent and Tarol will grow to encompass several districts of lizardmen. There will be dangerous tensions as the humans and lizardmen mingle.
Those are worries for another time. You turn your attention to your new husband, pressing against him and stroking his chest with your fingernails in the way you know he likes from watching him scratch himself. He rumbles inside his chest. You let your other hand wander down to the rough hide of his loincloth.
"What you do, my queen?" he asks, his tongue flicking the rim of his lipless mouth. "We mate soon."
"When I was in that dungeon," you purr, "I learned not to be afraid of new experiences. And I learned of other ways to bring pleasure than mating."
You untie his savage loincloth and your hand coaxes a glistening pink wedge of cockflesh from a seam between the scales of his abdomen. Scin'rik hisses and watches curiously as you stroke him with your hand. A trickle of clear liquid oozes out from his inhuman phallus. The musky smell of it fills the carriage.
"This what human does?" asks your new husband.
"This is what a human does," you reply, smiling as you look into his eyes and lower your lips to his cock.
A louder, serpentine hiss passes his lipless mouth and he bares his teeth as your hot mouth descends over his cockflesh. It is syrupy thick with juices and his taste is strong, strange and slightly unpleasant. Your saliva washes the taste as you bob on his cock, forcing you mouth wide around his fleshy wedge, flicking your tongue beneath him. He grunts and begins to furiously rut his cock into your mouth. It is wide, but no longer than a man's, and only just pushes into your throat.
The sounds of your light gagging and his bestial hissing fill the carriage. His clawed hands hold your head as he fucks your mouth, apparently unable to control his lust. His seed is not very warm at all, but fires forcefully against your throat and forces you to swallow a great quantity of his churning load. His hissing quiets and he slumps back onto the seat. You gulp down the last of his reptilian cum and lick his cock clean before lifting your head from his lap.
"This thing, mating with your mouth... you become gravid this way?"
You giggle at the thought.
"I don't think so, no," you press your pigment-smeared breasts against his arm. "I will show you how that is done when we get to the lodge."
Mating with Scin'rik is unpleasant the first time. His wide cock is very painful entering your virgin quim and he insists on standing and holding you upright to take you from behind. It allows the wedge of his cock to jam against your cervix on each stroke. He fucks you furiously, your tits swinging and your head bouncing as his cool scales slap against your bottom. The only mercy is that it is over very quickly that first time.
"Your cove is so hot," he groans. "I cannot hold... seed!"
Waves of his tepid cum pump into you, overflowing your channel and spilling down your thighs. Over the course of that first night, Scin'rik takes you at least a dozen times, with two more in your mouth. His supply of thick reptilian spunk seems endless.
Returning home to your castle, you remain a devoted wife and lover to him, but over the months his seed does not seem to take root. The shaman visits you and blesses you with a symbol painted on your forehead that enhances your pleasure. He explains that if you still have trouble conceiving you may need to try the ways of the wild lizardmen of the deep desert.
"Anything," you say. You need heirs to prove your people can be united with the reptilians. Factions within both camps are hoping for failure.
The symbol enhances your pleasure and desire so that you are always eager for Scin'rik's cock, but it does nothing to aid in conception. Finally, you accept the "wild way" suggested by the shaman. A lizardman female is brought into the castle and she produces an egg pouch. It is perhaps a foot long and slick pink. Inside, gently squeezing the pouch, you can feel the gelatinous marbles of her individual eggs. The shaman places the pouch just inside your quim and begins the unpleasant procedure of squeezing the individual eggs into your womb by force. Even the symbol on your forehead does not ease the pain of this procedure.
Mating with your husband is glorious though. You feel the weight of the eggs in your womb and his cock seems to stroke against them. He fertilizes them repeatedly and you know conception has been achieved. In only a few weeks, your belly is swollen, your breasts fat with milk, and you are ready to give birth.
A pool is prepared and your inhuman offspring swim free of you in the midst of your contractions. You adore them and cradle them against your milky bosom. They move so vigorously for newborns, like fat tadpoles with little faces that resemble Scin'rik.
"We have done it," you say to your husband, tears streaming down your face. "We have produced an heir."
"More like seventy or eighty," chuckles Scin'rik as he holds you against him.
The adventure of ruling two peoples and raising a huge brood of reptilians has only just begun. But that is an adventure for another time.
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Encounter Fourteen - Finish him between your tits
Realizing that he is about to cum only makes you hotter. You squeeze tighter, your nipples rubbing against the rumpled fabric of the coveralls. He thrusts between your tits, his hard little cock not quite emerging from between the pillow vice of your breasts. His breathing grows more ragged and you watching, amused, as his face contorts in pleasure.
"Come on, Olaf," you purr. "I want to feel it. Shoot it between my tits."
You wonder if the gods are watching you, a drunken princess on her knees and wanking off a gnome with her tits, begging for his seed like a dirty alley whore. The thought that they might be watching makes your thighs quiver.
"Paint me with your seed," you plead. "Squirt your cum for me."
"Ohhh, love, you've got a demon's tongue on you."
You stick out your tongue and then seductively lick your full lips. Olaf lets out another groan of pleasure. His cock feel like iron. You tuck in your chin and let a strand of drool spill from your lips and drop onto the squeezed plum of his cockhead. You massage the wetness into his cock and he begins to fuck you even harder. He is panting and straining.
"That's it," you laugh.
"Ohhhh, gods! Ohhhh, Kirsten, I'm going to cummmm!"
"Yesssss!" Your wanking tits do the job as his cock twitches between them and a long stream of his cum gushes out and falls from your throat and the underside of your chin. He spews his warm seed in a messy lake that coats your cleavage and covers his cock in his musky cream. You slow your strokes, but squeeze even tighter, forcing out every bit of his cum with your soft breasts.
"That was a lot," you say, looking down at your cum-covered tits. You begin to massage the silky warm spunk into your breasts and over your nipples. Olaf washes appreciatively as you clean yourself as best you can, taking the time to catch his breath.
"I did make a bit of a mess," laughs Olaf.
You lean your lips up to him and give him a few teasing kisses.
"It's nice to be able to do something because I want to do it, instead of being made to do it." You kiss him a bit more passionately. "Thank you, Olaf."
"Thank me? Thank you!" He pats the bench beside him. "Come up here and lets finish off the last of the brandy."
CONTINUE >
Encounter Two - Magic
You're far from convinced that this scarab is the only monster lurking in this big, dark cave. If you're going to fight an unseen foe with magic, you're going to need a spell that can find unseen enemies. The Spell Sage Oriodamus once taught you a dangerous spell, to be used very carefully, that would cast a bolt of electricity arcing through the air. Electricity, being an elemental force, does not need eyes to see its foe in the darkness. It will find them if they are there. If not...well, hopefully it won't arc back and strike you.
With a deep breath you step towards the scarab.
It turns and faces you with its red eyes. More red eyes appear in the surrounding darkness. The beetle scuttles towards you with alarming speed. A half-dozen of the foul scarabs scurry out of the darkness behind it, advancing on you like a morsel ready to be devoured. Or worse!
You thrust your hand at them and shout the power words as Oriodamus taught them to you. The magic inherent in your aura ripples and condenses and pours out of your fingertips as a glow, crackling bolt of pure electricity. The lightning bolt strikes the nearest scarab, bursting it open into steaming chunks and arcing to the next-closest beetle. The pitiless bolt jumps from one beastie to the next, scorching and exploding their carapaces until they have all been reduced to twitching, smoldering corpses.
You run for the ledge and the exit from this vile lair. As you pull yourself up onto the smooth stone, you see a sight that twists in your guts. A naked woman sits against the wall, her spread arms and legs seemingly bound to the wall and floor by a smooth, brown gunk. She is naked, her breasts hugely swollen and her belly distended beneath them. Something hideous squirms between her legs and you feel the urge to scream as a pale, slime-coated grub works its way out of her swollen cunt.
"Gods," you murmur.
The woman's eyes suddenly snap open, rolled back until only the whites are showing. Her mouth drops open and a low moan escapes her lips. As you watch, the grub that has squirmed out from her channel crawls up her belly and latches onto one of her swollen nipples.
"Hhhhhhelp meeeee," she moans.
You hear more scarabs awakening and scurrying along the floor behind you. Others are buzzing towards the ledge through the darkness of the cave. You didn't kill them all! There is a heavy door out of this awful chamber, but...
"Hhelp...mmmeeeee..."
What do you do?
Free the woman
Leave her
Encounter Thirteen - Refuse Her Bargain
"I've never wanted anything more," you gasp, "than to enjoy your hospitality. But... I must refuse your offer, Ashara. I was raised not to trust demons. And I do not say that to mean offense, only to--"
She holds up her hand to stop you talking. A sympathetic smile pinches her lips.
"I know, my sweet. I hope your could overcome this fear of my kind, but I understand."
She lets out a disappointed sigh.
"Very well, Kirsten. This way." She starts towards the giant painting. You follow behind her, already regretting rejecting the beautiful succubus.
"Maybe if you just gave me the ring and I left now... that could work."
She glances at you over her shoulder.
"You have refused my affections. There is no point trying to bond with you through the ring. It requires a certain amount of trust I do not think you can achieve."
"Perhaps you're right," you say, looking down at your feet so that you do not have to look upon her exquisite beauty.
She stops before the enormous painting of the strangely beautiful tower set against a sinister, volcanic landscape. Storm clouds seem to flash with lightning as if the painting is alive.
"It was mine, before I was enslaved by Castigoroth." Ashara looks at you, her eyes flashing with purple fury. "I hope you find a way to make Madreg pay for what he has done to us all."
"I don't intend to allow myself be sacrificed to summon some demon prince."
She nods, though you can see the doubt in her violet eyes. She lifts the painting from the wall and reveals a passage through a darkened tunnel. You follow her up a long staircase cut into the stone corridor. You arrive at a vertical shaft through the stone. An iron ladder disappears into the darkness above.
"What is up there?" you ask.
"Bjorn," says Ashara. You look at her questioningly and she rolls her eyes. "That overgrown Noorman is easily fooled. Throw a stick and he'll chase it. If you run into him, tell him I said 'Hello.'"
You're not sure what she means about the stick, but Noormen are hardy, blond men and women known to be raiders and powerful warriors. Your father employed a few Noormen mercenaries. He had a high opinion of them. Unlike most hired soldiers, they fought to the end to defend you and your family. But like all of your father's knights, they fell to Madreg's orcs and monsters.
"You should go," says Ashara, giving your shoulder a squeeze.
"Th-thank you," you say.
"Please, go, before I change my mind and decide you are too delicious to let get away."
You nod and begin to climb the ladder. As you go higher, your pulse quickens as you realize there is not darkness above, but a night sky. Fresh air!
CONTINUE >
Encounter Nine - Abandoned By Yalak in the Lamia's Lair
Yalak seems more nervous about the woman-headed snake symbol. As you approach that door, he stays behind you and glances furtively in every direction. Regardless of your goblin companion's nerves, you would rather take your chances with a female monster than another male trying to bury a cock in your virgin quim.
"Stop fidgeting," you scold Yalak. "Stay behind me if you're afraid."
Despite your bravado, your heart pounds as you open the door marked with the woman-headed snake. You feel as if something, some snake monster, might leap out at you. Instead, you are surprised to see a wallpapered and carpeted hallway lit with mounted lanterns. The golden light is warm and pleasant and shows the way to a red door that is slightly open at the end of the hall. You can hear a woman singing softly from behind that door.
You step into the hallway and immediately the door closes behind you, a mechanism locking it shut. Yalak jumps back from the door and begins to frantically search the papered walls with prying fingers.
"Stop that!"
"Is trap!" cries Yalak. "Trap! Goblin-eater sings with pretty voice. She eat us!"
You shake your head and drag Yalak by one arm. You are set on your course, whatever that may be. You take a few cautious steps down the hallway. There is a sweet smell of incense in the air. You try to tread quietly, but the floorboards creak beneath your feet and the singing stops in the next room.
As you reach the red door and strain to listen, you hear an odd dragging sound, soft, but as if something heavy is being pulled over the carpeting.
"Don't be shy," calls a sultry voice. "Please. Come inside."
Steeling yourself with a deep breath, you push open the red door and step into the room. It is as well lit as the hallway and the scent of incense is stronger, and yet competes with the sweet smell of cakes and pastries spread out upon a table. A delicate silver tea service is arranged with a steaming pot of tea.
Your gaze travels from this mouth-watering offering to a shape moving behind a rice paper screen. A woman's head pokes up from behind the screen. She is beautiful, with wide, curving eyes and a pile of blue-green hair upon her head. Her face is pale and her ruby lips curl into the bow of a smile. What is most striking is that the woman is huge, at least half again bigger than you, and perhaps more. Through the screen, you glimpse her bare breasts in silhouette with their pert shape and jutting nipples. She pulls on a garment to preserve her modesty.
"Welcome to my quarters," says the woman. "I am Mido."
Yalak bites your hand and you cry out and let go of him. He scampers back into the hallway and works his fingers into a seam in the wall. The paper tears and a hatch opens just above the floorboards, no bigger than a loaf of bread. Before you can even take a step towards him, Yalak has leapt through the hatch, abandoning you with Mido. You suck your bloody finger.
Mido slithers out from behind the screen and you see that she is not human at all. Somewhere beneath her loose kimono, her lithe upper body becomes a fat serpent covered in blue-green scales. Her coiling lower half moves her smoothly across the carpet. Stretched out, it must be thirty feet long and twice as wide as your shapely hips.
"I'm sorry your friend would not stay. Goblins are such delicious fun."
"I think," you swallow a lump of fear, "he was afraid you would eat him.
"Do not be afraid," she sa
ys, a serpent's tongue flicking at her lips. "Please. Enjoy some cake and tea and then we may discuss what vexes you."
She gestures with a clawed hand and indicates a chair for you to sit.
What do you do?
WAIT
PARLEY
ATTACK
MAGIC
SURRENDER
Encounter Two - Surrender
You draw your sword and toss it onto the ground with a loud clatter. The scarab's red eyes focus on you as you step forward and tug at the knot of your loincloth. Your heart is full of fear, but your body aches with unnatural lust as the scarab takes flight and buzzes straight towards you. There is no point offering the creature your words of surrender.
The weight of it collides with your bare breasts, flattening them beneath its cool segments as its momentum knocks you onto your bottom. Its limbs clamp it tightly against your chest and your flat stomach.
You let out a gasp as you feel its stinger bite into your thigh. Weakening venom courses into your blood. Its clasping limbs pinch at your breasts and dimple the tender flesh of your sides and hips. The scarab's red eyes stare into yours, its mandibles clicking as its fleshy tail appendage roots between your thighs. The tapered tip finds your groove and presses roughly inside you.
There is pain for a moment, pain and horror as your tender cove is claimed by this inhuman creature, its segmented appendage probing deep and then seeming to lock against your sensitive walls and spread you wide open.
Warm pleasure begins to replace your fear. A soft tube of flesh extrudes from the creature's appendage and begins to thrust in and out of your pussy. It throbs and you feel pressure as your channel is spurted full of a thick liquid. It is greenish and foul-smelling and slops out of your stretched pussy, oozing down to your asshole and coating the creature's abdomen. Its clicking becomes much louder and the scarab's entire body flexes. Its abdomen bulges and marble-sized eggs are pushed into your flooded womb, one by one pressing past your cervix and occupying the throne of your fertility.
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