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Kalindor stepped forward, reaching the boulder and casting you a domineering glance.

His jade eyes locked with yours, and you froze, your body hovering on four legs. You felt all jittery, panting from the asphyxiation you just experienced. Cool wind flowed past your tail and kindled your arousal ever-greater, your tail rising upward in presentation.

A smirk broke through Kalindor's stony gaze, and you averted your eyes in embarrassment with a bow of your head. With a deep breath, an image of your situation hit your mind: tail up, head down, presenting to the world—bowing to your blue-scaled kin like a ****.

It excited you.

But you hated it. The embarrassment, your hatred of it, it only drove your excitement forward. You tried to suppress the thought and opened your eyes.

Kalindor's scaled dick stood upright, large and barbed. Your gaze was glued to it, but he turned around and disappeared behind the boulder.

You shut your eyes once more, resisting the arousal that crept through your veins and made your face red and hot. Still, you found your paws creeping forward over the rocks.

You tried to rationalize it: you had no real home, no treasures to guard... You may as well follow your kin, right?

Then why were you crawling like a wild animal?

And there it all came back, the humiliation, the arousal. You picked up the pace and passed the boulder, hoping to redirect the thoughts.

Just a few feet away he stood, his azure buttocks hiding his swaying length. You could see its scaled tip, bouncing as he slowly strode forward. He didn't look back any longer, but he knew you followed.

He knew you submitted to him. To your desires.

You quickened your crawl, bounding toward him. He stopped and knelt toward you, a smile on his face. "Master is proud his eager pet obeys. This makes it much easier, for us both."

He cradled your chin in his large hand, slipping his thumb over your lip. You tagged it with your tongue, feeling his hot breath on your face. It smelled... of meat, violent, but above all, strangely dominant. You could think of nothing but the radiant feeling of arousal, the feeling that he poured into you like a tether, set against the nothingness that composed the outside world.

And then, he stood up. You snapped back to reality, looking back at his chiseled scales. With a turn, he started walking again, and your eyes rested on the majestic pairing of his virile sack and length... traveling further away.

Almost mechanically, you lifted one paw over the other and followed him down the path, eyes set on your reward.