Robin can't get over her lust

Robin's lip quivered as she struggled to form words. She didn't even know what she would say. A cry for help? Or would opening her mouth just result in her begging someone tom rush down a fuck her? And she _knew _her lizardfolk audience would be happy to rush down and fuck her brains out.

She felt her heart skip a beat at the thought.

For a moment, her eyes drifted over the crowd. The stone stands around them weren't exactly packed, but there were still plenty of onlookers. There were perhaps a few dozen lizardfolk watching or cheering or chatting among themselves. Here and there a bit of gold changed hands as they paid off debts. She saw Liv looking back at her with an expression of intrigued appraisal, as though the sniper had never expected her to actually win, and was now seeing Robin in a new light. Next to her, Emmaline leaned forward, her elbows propped up on the wall that ringed the very edge of the arena so she could smile down at Robin. Her lips were moving. She was saying something, though Robin couldn't make out the words over the rush of blood in her ears.

Instead, her eye drifted downward. Emmaline hadn't dressed modestly in the best of times, but now she was fully naked. Her tanned skin looked so soft and supple, her neck an elegant and pretty arch down to her collarbone and beneath that, Robin could see the gorgeous woman's ample breasts gently swaying beneath her as she shifted about. There was a slight, teasing curve to her smile as Emmaline said... something? A congratulations? Checking if Robin was okay? It didn't matter.

Robin wavered as she stood there, wobbled, shifted her feet, then collapsed to the ground as he knees gave out.

Her fingers were already plunging down before she fell, both hands diving between her legs as all that needy urgency that had been welling up inside of her finally reached it's tipping point and surged into a sudden gesture entirely outside of her control. She was so wet! Both with her own leaking arousal and that mixture the troll had smeared all up inside her, his own seed and Fuu's juices.

Fuu, gorgeous Fuu.

Robin's lips parted in an unwitting moan as her fingers started to pump into her tight little cunt. A pair of them dipped inside her, rubbing downward as her hips rolled forward to guide the soft tips of her fingers up against her inner wall where they could brush against a wonderfully sensitive part of her, sending pulses of warm pleasure bursting out through her body and eliciting sweet, adorable moans with every touch.

She was helpless, spellbound by her own desire. Even as she saw Emmaline's eyes go wide and Liv shake her head in disgust, Robin couldn't stop herself. She couldn't slow down. She even found herself speeding up!

A whine escaped her lips. She had meant it as some sort of protest, but the sound drew itself out, droned on until it was an undeniable exclamation of her growing pleasure, a prolonged slutty moan spilled from the mouth of some whore who busily fingerfucked herself for the whole crowd to see. Robin didn't know which was worse--the forty or so complete strangers watching her pleasure herself or Emmaline and Liv who were also treated to her sudden slutty show.

Every single one of them could drink in the sight of her crouching there in the middle of the ring. She had fallen back onto her butt, letting her legs fall wide open to give herself better access which meant that when the crowd around her looked down, her slender legs weren't in the way to hide their view of her pussy, or her dexterous fingers toying with herself. Utterly without shame, Robin teased her folds, toyed with the nub of her clit even as the electric pleasure that surged into her grew to intense it was almost painful. She didn't care if it was too much--she wanted it, needed it, even if she drowned in sensation!

The feeling was building, cresting and billowing up inside her body. The heat of it seemed to grow in every part of her, centered in her core, but echoed through her chest, then radiating out into every part of her skin. She stoked it on and on, letting her head loll back and her mouth fall open as she let out moan after whorish moan. She couldn't stop her hips from bucking back against her hand and, really she didn't even want to! Every part of this felt so good--her own touch, the echoes of enhanced sensation from the troll's seed... all the eyes around watching her debase herself like some two copper slut.

Robin shuddered. Her back arched and her toes curled as that swelling bliss finally peaked in a cascade of ecstasy. It seemed to shoot up through her then crash over her, drowning her in it's sheer volume of sensation until her vision swam and her body quivered with powerful aftershocks.

When Robin's mind finally began to clear, the first thing she noticed was just how drenched her fingers had gotten with her own juices. She let out a cute little sigh then screwed her mouth to the side, lips pursed together in playful exasperation. As her mind slowly clicked back up to speed, Robin's only real concern was how dirty her legs had gotten, with some slight attention paid to the pleasant tingling that still teased over her, interrupted by the intermittent twitching surges of aftershock pleasure.

Then she looked up saw the crowd around her all staring back. Robin's eyes went wide and her already rosy cheeks reddened even more.