You beg

“Please!” It feels so good to surrender.

“Beg your master!” Another single thrust that nearly brings you to climax, yet keeps it painfully out of reach.

“Please! Don’t stop! I need you more than anything.” Your resolve quickly crumbles at the desire to be dominated by this creature—this male.

“Only a prize deserves to get fucked,” Dereek says. He’s manipulating your confused feelings, exploiting your needs, trying to break your spirit. But in the end, you only care about one thing.

“I’m your prize. I’ll always be your prize,” you give into your true feelings.

“Exactly where you belong, my little cock-sleeve. You’re just a prize for me to enjoy.” Dereek slams back into you.

“Your only prize!” you yelp.

“My only prize…” Dereek whispers, letting slip a bit of the twisted compassion that you’ve always sensed in him. He pulls out and gives another determined thrust. “My prize.”

You orgasm instantly. Squeezing tightly around his twin girths and pushing back against him, trying to get to the next climax.

The blonde bathing woman has long since gone, leaving you to yell your pleasure to the forest as Dereek enters your depths with determined strokes.

“Fuck me, master. Fuck me,” you beg.

The lizard doesn’t disappoint, wringing every bit of ecstasy out your body with the drive of his hips. His thrusts gather a frantic pace. You know he’s about to unleash himself inside you. You welcome it, knowing the warm feeling that accompanies it.

A roar erupts from his gullet and he bottoms out inside your body. You feel him explode in your two, tight channels, the lukewarm liquid filling you with a flame stronger than you’ve ever experienced. You aren’t just getting a single helping of aphrodisiac like you usually do. For the first time, you are taking both the loads spurting from his cocks. Your mind is overloaded from the sensation the chemicals bring you, and something snaps inside you.

“Gods…It’s so good,” you blather, your eyes rolling upward from the intense feeling.

“See how easy you succumb when you reach the height of pleasure? That’s the sign of a good prize,” Dereek says, knowing his words aren’t reaching you. “Who needs another prize when I have one so perfect?”

Just as you think you’re about to come down from your high, Dereek begins to thrust again, keeping your mind in a state of ecstatic agony.

For almost two hours he ruts with you like this. He keeps you coming, occasionally filling your holes with a fresh batch of lizard seed in order to keep your body boiling with heat.

He doesn’t stop until he feels the last of your desire to be his equal disappear. He pulls out and lets a torrent of his mind-affecting seed rush down your legs. You collapse at the base of the tree, gasping and writhing. You should feel satisfied, but you want more. You want to continue experience the feeling of both his pricks packing your inside with the lizard’s cream for as long as you live.

Dereek was planning for this. He wanted to test you, but he wanted the odds in his favor. He withheld sex despite your body craving it, knowing that you would fold under the pressure when the time comes. And he was right. He’s broken you. You won’t be able to live without being fucked every night by him. You will beg him every day to take you like a needy slut, and he’ll reward you for your obedience—fucking his submissive little prize till his heart’s content.

But it doesn’t matter. Despite giving up on the chance of becoming something beside a sex ****, you feel a certain sense of belonging. You may be nothing more than a toy for him to pleasure himself on, but at least you’re his only toy. You’ll be cherished. You’ll be his one and only prize.