Pleasure Nareej

You wonder if Nareej came here to help you. You lay your lips to her cool, scaly pussy lips and begin to lovingly lap at her slit. Whether out of intent to garner respect from your master or your own perverse desires, you begin to pleasure Nareej.

The she-lizard gasps and sighs as your tongue explores her folds. Just as the she said, her womanhood was not that much different than that of your own. You press your hot tongue to all the spots that would make you writhe in pleasure when you touched yourself, eliciting a favorable response from the female lizard.

You lap up her growing wetness eagerly, until you realize that she’s not different from Dereek. Her fluids are also laced with the same powerful aphrodisiac. You feel yourself grow hot—wanting to be touched, to be filled.

Your ruminating pause causes a response from Nareej. “Don’t stop now,” she moans, placing her hand on your head and pulling you back towards her glistening sex.

Your willpower quickly grows paper thin. You don’t hesitate to drink more of her fluids. Your hand wanders between your legs, pushing a pair of fingers into your own growing wetness.

The two of you moan and wiggle as you enjoy each other in your own ways. You don’t even notice when Dereek crawls onto the bed and positions himself behind you. You feel his scaly hand grab hold of your ass, now raised high. One of his cocks poises itself at your sopping cunt, your fingers moving away subconsciously to make room for it.

You stop eating away at Nareej when your mind realizes what’s happening. You want to blurt out for him to stop. You know that having him take you again would only push you further away from gaining respect. You also fear the thought of him planting his seed in you.

“Please…I don’t want to bear your children,” you manage to say.

A chuckle comes from both Nareej and Dereek.

“You think you’re worthy to bear my young? A slut like you?” Dereek degrades you.

He sinks inside you, pushing your resolve from earlier to the wayside. He drills into you with dominating thrusts, only his upper cock embedded inside you. The lower one simply bobs below you, occasionally hitting your clit with an accidental slap.

You moan as you’re dominated by your master. Nareej guides you back to her womanhood, which you absentmindedly begin to lick.

“You’re just here to warm my cocks, Prize,” he says, slipping his upper cock from your pussy and replacing it with the lower one. It sinks inside you, making you groan. He resumes his fucking of your searing cunt, now soaking up your heat with the other appendage. The upper cock grinds between your ass cheeks, the spines teasing your pucker.

You can’t help but blare out as your first orgasm quickly approaches, your **** hole gripping at Dereek’s meat in a futile attempt to coax it to simultaneous orgasm.

But your master wasn’t planning on offering you such satisfaction. He simply tears himself away from your gripping cunt and shoves you to the side of the bed. You lie breathlessly on your side as you watch Dereek lay on top of Nareej, his two cocks lined up with her womanhood and asshole.

He takes her with a determined thrust and looks at her with a grin as her body bows back in pleasure.

“Akhlag,” she curses in her native tongue. “Your Prize’s heat…I can feel it!”

You look on in envy as your master takes Nareej with passionate ****, driving her to orgasm after orgasm thanks to the heat his cocks have absorbed from your cunt.