Head towards the lake.

Remembering Liz's words about cleanliness, crystal tears her eyes away from the enticingly swinging dick, supressing her urge to feel it inside her, and forces herself to her feet with the delightful sound of cum sloshing in her stomach. Turning East, she heads into the village.

Several huts similar to the one she just left and one long building cluster around a deep fire pit. Female sharpclaw in minimal attire perform basic chores while a few males maintain their weapons. The majority of the males present, however, are roughly pumping away at the nearest female, with each lizard girl servicing at least three monstrous cocks and those few waiting to be serviced by whichever female becomes available next wrinkle their nose at Krystal’s cum drenched smell. Any of them would fuck her, if there weren’t other females closer to hand who didn’t smell of the stale cum she did. Obviously the smaller male she had just relieved of his load hadn’t developed this discerning taste yet.

A part of Krystal was glad of this ostracisation; for much as she wanted to be fucked, she never would have got clean of the cum coating her if all these males had decided to take her three at a time. But she still hoped they would soon.