Emmaline takes the chance to indulge in a show of sluttiness

Robin took a moment to compose herself. There was a conflict in her over just how readily she had been enjoying the Lizardfolk. She felt that, at the very least, she should make some effort to keep her mind on getting back to the others. For their sake. If it weren’t for them, then maybe she wouldn’t have felt so bad about taking her time here. No matter what she was going to do though, she needed to find Emmaline first, so with her pussy still aching for release, she dragged herself to her feet and started stumbling through the crowd.

Her guess was that she would find Emmaline at the densest part of the Lizardfolk crowd, countless suitors waiting for her to pleasure them. She pushed her way in, calling out “Emmaline!” over and over, only interrupting it with a quick genuine “sorry” when she bumped into one of the Lizardfolk a little too roughly. Finally caught a glimpse of Emmaline’s skin an rushed forward, parting two particularly well built Lizardfolk to approach her. “Oh gods, Emmaline, I really, really, really think we’ve gotten what we came for by now…”

As she spoke, Robin realized that she needed Emmaline to agree with her, not just to know what the other woman was thinking, but also because Robin herself was quite as convinced as she’d have liked. With each passing moment a thought grew stronger in her mind: maybe spending a little longer here wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

At first,Emmaline didn’t respond. Instead, she just continued with the cock she was working on, running a long lick up it’s length. Her hand jerked quickly up and down, using the wetness of her saliva as lubricant and making a surprising amount of noise. The way she stared at the cock was like she was looking at a challenge—as though the cock in her hand was daring her to think of new and creative ways to help her Lizardfolk friend. She began to rub the cock on her breasts, pushing hard with the tip to leave and impression on her soft flesh. She worked graciously and somehow managed to keep an air our elegant beauty, even in the midst of such a debased act. Then she dragged the cock down her breasts, slowly pushing it onto her nipple.

“Aahhh,” a slow exhale escaped her lips. Her nipples were standing to attention, showing anyone who bothered to look just how desperately aroused she was. The flesh was puffy, aching to be touched, and rubbing them with the cock only gave her the slightest release. She had built up so much tension sucking cock that even the slightest touch felt like electricity. Emmaline wasn’t toing to let her own pleasure detract from her job, though.

She stood on her knees, upright and tense, her back arched to show off her body to any onlookers. And there were a lot of onlookers. With her free hand, she was firmly gripping yet another cock, rubbing circles over the tip with her thumb. Low, guttural noises came from the Lizardfolk’s mouth, a mix of desperation, arousal, and pain. Emmaline was clearly relishing the audience as her hands worked independently, showing off all the coordination earned by a lifetime of experience. From the smirk on her face, it was clear. She knew exactly how good she looked.

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This chapter was workshopped together by commander_captain (https://chyoa.com/user/commander_captain) and myself