Yes, with the Stone's help.

Each thrust fills you with further ecstasy, driving you closer and closer to climax, filling you with a desire for degradation and submission. You feel the lizard-man’s monstrous organ twitch and roil, and you know he is close to releasing a torrent of burning seed that will wash away all your resistance.

And yet, in your heart, there is a pool of clarity. As amazing as the sensations are, as tempting as surrender to mindless wantonness is, you don’t want this. Not at your core. You want to complete your mission. You crave the joys of the savage and the perverse, yes – but also the pleasures of warmth, affection, mutual delight… and love. You don’t want to submit to this creature.

In front of your eyes a willowy elf is being tossed hither and thither as she is brutally pounded by two lovers, one in her pussy and one in her arse, yet her ecstatic cries seem strangely distant. Your cunt is on fire, but you feel another heat growing their, a soothing warmth like that of sunlight.

The lizard-man screams – not a cry of release, but one of pain, and terror. His clawed hands had been gripping your buttocks before to pull you in and fuck you harder, but now he desperately tries to push you away, to pull out of you. But he has no strength, and you instinctively clench your muscles to hold him in.

“The stone!” he hisses between shrieks. “The Shinning Stone! She is the bearer! She has had it! She has the light… inside heeeer!” His voice trails up into a still longer scream that makes the chandelier jingle high above. Then it’s abruptly cut off.

He falls backwards, dead, a hideous burn wound at his hips. Black liquid oozes from your womanhood, your juices mixed with the ashes of his cock. The room is silent, the elves having frozen in mid rut. All eyes are on the lizard-man’s corpse.