Carried to the village of the lizardfolk.

After a short journey, you find yourself in a small village populated by scaled lizardfolk. As you are led past the wooden gates of the village, all attention turns to you. You hear whispers among the crowd in a language you cannot understand. Some are of amusement and snickers, others of amazement.

You look around, likewise in bewilderment. You never knew a lizardfolk village was so close to your own village. You’ve only heard stories of their reclusive ways; never have you seen them in person.

Before long, you are carried into a thatched straw home and tossed harshly on the ground.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here?” you protest to your captor.

The lizardman ignores you, perhaps not understanding you as he crouches beside you and roughly tears away your leather clothes.

“Wait! No!” you shriek out as you are stripped naked of everything but your boots and gloves. You try and conceal your naked form with your arms, but the lizardman takes a hold of both of them and places them above your head.

With renewed strength, you struggle. Without much effort, however, creature is able to tie you up with some rope to a wooden support pillar inside the building.

“A female warrior of another species is of great value,” the lizardman suddenly speaks up. You are shocked to hear him talk in your tongue. Although his words are slurred with a hiss, you do not have much trouble understanding him. “They make worthy trophies and slaves—especially warm-blooded women.”

“But I’m not a warrior!” you try to dissuade the creature. “I’m just a milkmaid. I tried to escape my village from an orc attack. That’s all! I’m not a worthy trophy.”

“Then why did you attempt to slay me? Regardless, you interrupted me in the forest and let my real prize escape. I shall have you instead. Warrior or not, you will instead be the one to warm my cocks.”

“No! Don’t you dare touch me!” you couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Do not worry warm-blood. You will enjoy this very much. They always do.”

The lizardman takes a hold of both your legs and pries them far apart. You wiggle in place, trying to think of a way out. The creature lowers his head between your thighs and lets his long tongue flick at your bared pussy.

As the rough, wet tongue brushes across your sensitive button, your head shoots back. He rolls it up and down your quim, roughly drawing circles around your clit. Your face grows flush, your breaths deepen.

Something feels off, wherever his thick saliva touches seems to ignite with heat. Never have you felt such a sensation before. It's enough to make your head feel light and your vision blur.

The creature moves both his hands to your inner thighs, parting your labia with his thumbs. He lets his tongue snake into your depth, making you squirm with delight. The entire muscle is covered in fleshy beads that only help to heighten your pleasure further. He fucks the slender muscle in and out of you, making you grow wetter by the second. It moves around, exploring your tunnel. It is too thin to fully break your maidenhead, but even if it did, you likely wouldn’t feel it. The heat that the slobbering tongue spreads inside and out is taking you to new heights.

But it isn’t enough. You want more. You don’t want a tongue or fingers—you want something else. You don’t know why these ideas are coming to your mind. What is going on with your body?