Rest for now

You rest until morning alone in the hut. You are hardly able to sleep as your mind focuses on the overwhelming desire that has gripped your senses. You want Dereek like nothing you’ve ever wanted. It is an unbearable feeling, one that’s multiplied tenfold by your inability to pleasure yourself thanks to your bound hands.

Your new master does not show himself until the rays of the morning sun shine throw the fabric of the window curtains. As he steps into the hut and stands before you, you feign disinterest, trying to keep what little composure and dignity you have left. Your true desires quickly show when the lizardman lets you free of your bounds and strips away the clothes covering his groin.

Within moments of reuniting with your master, you’re on your knees as he stands over you. Without even exchanging words, you find your tongue running up and down the slimy pink shaft of the lizard’s lower cock, lapping up the sweet fluids that drip from it. Your tongue plays around with the fleshy whiskers of the head and the bumpy spine of the underside. While you pleasure your master’s lower cock orally, one of your hands massages the upper cock, eagerly squeezing the spongy head between your delicate fingertips.

You hear a satisfied hiss from the lizard and glance upward to see him tilt his head back in satisfaction. “You’re doing good, Prize. A natural pleaser of males,” he compliments you. Your cheeks would have turned red from the statement if they weren’t already flushed from arousal.

You continue to please both of your master’s manhoods, experimenting with various techniques to see what kind of reaction you can muster from his scaly lips. Although you focus on Dereek’s pleasure, your ultimate goal is your own need. Your body is craving his seed.

You grow determined to milk him of his sperm. You lock your lips around his lower manhood and begin to run them up and down his swollen shaft, your tongue twirling around the sensitive head. One of your hands begins to stroke the upper cock with a firm grip. The unoccupied hand, however, wanders down to your own heated sex. You massage your scorching pearl, pleasuring yourself.

“Just… keep going… like that,” the lizardman says between groans. You can feel him getting close. His twin pricks grow even stiffer as they prepare to reward you for your service.

Your lips clamp down harder and you go a bit faster until you hear Dereek yelp in pleasure from between barred teeth. His twin cocks simultaneously pulse to life, forcing the kenga infused spunk up the two stems. The cock in your mouth fires the first wave of sweet cum against the back of your throat with ****. The one in your hand shoots the loose load directly into the air. The next few spasms manage to **** out his jizz with less vigor, letting you taste his cream better as it springs across your tongue. But regardless of how strongly his member forces out its load, you swallow it down eagerly all the same, keeping a tight grip on his bucking pillar with your lips.

The cock in your hand follows suit, discharging its seed over your head. Some manages to get caught in your hair, some of it gets caught in between your fingers, but most of it manages to fly over you and land across your smooth back. You shudder as you feel it’s cool moistness roll down the small of your back.

With a fresh helping of the kenga laden sperm, Dereek pulls out. A small string of his gray cum connects the tip of his lightly twitching lower cock to your soiled chin. You smile and close your eyes, feeling a pleasant heat start to run through your body.

“Please, I want you inside me,” you tell him as you lean back and present your quim to your master. You let your fingers spread your lips, showing him your flushed inner flesh. You’ve been restless since last night, wanting to be mounted by anything with a cock. A healthy dose of his sperm has only intensified this feeling. You had hoped that by pleasing the lizard, he would reward you in kind. However, your new master has other plans.

“I am satisfied for now, Prize. You’ll have to wait until next time,” he says with a grin. You whimper in response, knowing that he’s torturing you like this on purpose.

“Perhaps you won’t be so quick to drink of my seed before your lower lips had a chance to get a taste as well,” he further eggs you on. “Be a good Prize and I’ll perhaps let you feel that pleasure your hole so desperately craves. Until then, come with me. I shall get you cleaned. A much as it delights me to see you covered in my essence, a dirty Prize is not one worth showing off to the village.”

The lizardman retrieves a leather collar and fastens it around your neck before leading you out of the shack. You feel the gaze of some of the other lizardfolk around you as you’re marched through the village. Some of the males seem to gaze at you with lust, and some gaze at Dereek with envy. Most of the women look at you with amusement, however, seeing a warmblood degraded in such a way.

You arrive at the bathhouse, a large building made of stone. Inside, the spacious room is filled with steam rising from the center where a natural hotspring sits. You see a quartet of lizardwomen tend to both male and female lizardfolk. The four lizard girls wear flowing dresses made of loose fabric, their long snouts vailed with similar material. Although they don’t share the same curves of females from a warm-blooded race, they give off a beautiful and exotic femininity that any kind of girl could only wish for. They tenderly scrub the backs of weary lizardfolk, occasionally pouring oils or water over them, paying you little mind as they do their work.

Your master leads you up to one of the bath ladies. Hisses and squawks come from his throat as he communicates to one of them in his native tongue. The bath lady looks to him and to you, giving an occasional giggle in your direction before replying in similar yet clearly female hisses. Despite not knowing their language, it’s clear to you the way the bath lady bats her eyes at Dereek that the two are flirting.

Once their conversation is done, the bath lady nods a few times and takes you by the collar. She sits you down in the warm water of the hotspring before gently rubbing your skin with a soft washcloth.

“Human women always have the smoothest skin,” the bath lady comments. “Not good for protection, but certainly good for attracting mates—like a peacock’s feathers.”