Surrender

You were frozen. Shocked. Hardly a thought entered your mind as you stared at the bandits.

Your leg twitched. Oh god, you enjoyed this.

You covered your eyes with your palms. This was certainly an embarrassing position to be in. Not a position fit for a dragon, not at all!

"I don't think it speaks," one of them said.

"It's blushing," said the third. "It can understand us, I think."

"She," said the large one. His hand pulled your tail and you let out a moan. "Obviously." You heard some shuffling. "Well, boys, when's the last time you had a night with a woman? How about a slutty lizard?"

"C-can't hurt to try," one of them said.

"Oh, I think it could," said the other, "look at those claws."

The large one walked over you and squatted. You could feel him hovering over your body. "Well, sweetie, you won't be using those claws, will you?"

You opened your eyes, looking at the large bandit, pants-down and squatting over you. His penis hovered not too far from your face. You had never experienced something like this before, but...

You shuddered, staring at his erect length. You wanted this.

Before you could give any reply, he sat down. His weight hit you like a punch, and you found yourself out of breath. You gasped, and his length found its way into your mouth.

You mouthed a protest, but that only seemed to excite him more. "That's the spirit, baby," he groaned, shoving it down your throat. "Take my dick you fucking lizard slut. You're mine now."

He slapped his fist into your forehead, knocking your head off his dick. "Ouch, fuck!"

He stood up and waved his hand. "Damnit, that hurt."

The erectness of his dick seemed to falter, and you blushed in embarrassment. You rose to your knees and took the dick back into your mouth, looking at him apologetically.

"No way..." exclaimed a bandit.

The one you serviced patted your head with his other hand. "Just like that. You're learning... slut." The word sent a tingle down your spine, and you decided to follow his lead and send his shaft deeper into your throat.

"Does this slut have a gag reflex?" One of the bandits asked.

You had no idea what that was. Must be a human thing. "Let's see," said the large one as he took his brutish hands around the back of your head and pushed himself all the way in.

Suddenly, you found your nose touching his skin, and you took a big whiff of his intoxicating musk. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as a wave of pleasure erupted from your loins again.

What did he call it? Fingering? You experimentally ran your scaly fingers over your mound, feeling its immense wetness. Oh god, sparks. It felt good.

"She's getting real into it," the large one said, bucking his hips. "Oh god." He shook and groaned, and you felt a liquid splatter the back of your throat and enter your mouth. He pulled his dick out, and you experimentally swirled the strange liquid in your mouth. It was... odd. You swallowed it and licked around your lips to clean up.

"My. Fucking. God. That is hot."

You looked up. They liked it when you drank it, you guessed.

The other two bandits started undoing their pants. You started salivating at the thought, and crawled over to the first one.