The Lizardfolk fuck their prisoners to exhaustion

Robin could barely think straight any more as yet another small group of Lizardfolk pulled her off her most recent cock and onto one of their laps. Cum streaked down her body, mixing in with her hair and oozing from her thoroughly fucked holes. There was barely a moment of reprieve before the lizardfolk beneath her grabbed her hips and lowered her down onto his cock. Though the first couple of cocks had felt like fairly tight fits, his dick slipped inside her easily enough, filling her pussy with familiar warmth once again.

The Lizardfolk pulled Robin's arms behind her, pinning them to her back as he started to bounce her up and down on his cock. Robin just let him do as he wished. Her body was sore to the point of aching, and all the fighting in the world had done nothing to save her from her current fate. He would fuck her and cum in her like the rest, she was already certain. The only difference she felt now was that the softly kindled warmth in her stomach had begun to build. Robin couldn't possibly say why-- perhaps it was the perfect shape of his cock or the way it pressed against her inner walls at just the right angle, or perhaps it was simply a matter of utter exhaustion, but she could feel her orgasm starting to build.

Higher and higher with each thrust, Robin felt that wonderful feeling grow, spreading like life through her tired body. She was far to tired to hold herself back, and Robin found herself unconsciously moaning aloud while the Lizardfolk beneath her started to fuck her quicker and quicker. She peaked quickly enough, as the Lizardfolk jerked her tight body backward, impaling her deeply with his cock. Her back arched in delight, eyes closed as she gave a mewling shudder. Any last strength in her body gave out, and she collapsed forward, only for the Lizardfolk to follow her down, pinning her down under his weight and ramming his cock into her prone form again and again before his load joined those of his brothers.

It had been hours since the ambush, and the lizardfolk fucking Robin had been one of the last determined members to hold out on playing with his new toy. Liv lay on the ground nearby, largely forgotten by the lizardfolk. Her eyes were shut as her ample chest rose and fell in rhythmic exhaustion. Other than Robin, she had taken the most of the ****. Being the first to fall had meant the less patient Lizardfolk had rushed to her to get their fill all at once, and her steady constitution hadn't been enough to let her endure the ordeal that followed.

Of course, Emmaline and Fuu had taken their fair share of lizardfolk cock as well. After the champion had had his fill with Emmaline, he had turned her over to the rest of the tribesmen in order to begin organizing the transport of the captured goods, though that wasn't until after he had fucked her numerous times, driving Emmaline to several mind shattering orgasms.

As the sun began to set behind the treeline, the tribesmen began to round up the goods they had recovered. The few horse drawn carts that had remained in-tact through the battle were saddled up once more and any boxes that had fallen out were put back up in their places. The spoils of the battle included the Bravos and surviving guards as well, both men and women and the lizardfolk made quick work of rounding them up. Through a sort of dreary, half-conscious mind, Robin felt her hands and legs being bound with course rope before she was lifted and carried to the placed down in the back of one of the carts. Her final thought was a faint recognition of Liv's voluptuous but rather dirty body pressing up against her own, before Robin drifted off into a dreamless sleep.