“Gods, this damn heat and humidity is killing me!” Glysh complained, desperately trying to fan herself to cool off at least a little. The group was walking through the swamps of Darthoo. The locals' cry for help had reached Cyrus and he set out as soon as his companions joined him. Of course, the dry heat of Djanem was nothing compared to the muggy heat they were now in. Sweat caused the black fabric and armor of the goblin to cling to her body. Her already scanty clothing now looked like it was painted on, revealing every inch of her body. Cyrus was glad he chose to be in the middle of the row, allowing him to appreciate every jiggle and bounce of the bottom-heavy greenskin’s ample ass. Of course he had to make sure not to get too enthralled, given how Morn was in a pissy mood due to the heat and any delays it would incur.
Morn originated from a jungle and was no stranger to this temperature, but she didn't have to like it. Every now and again, she would have to slap her skin to kill a bug who tried to bite her. She noted, with annoyance, that the dragon’s scales protected him from these parasites. The orc girl wouldn't lower herself to complain if Cyrus didn’t, so she chose instead to start a conversation. “So, besides some royal pussy, what other perks did you get for being the savior of a kingdom?”
“A lot of non-royal pussy for a start.” Cyrus said with a smile. “But in essence, sumptuous foods, every comfort and servants tend to my every need. They were always in high spirits, considering how well they were paid.”
Morn scoffed. “Sounds like a good way to get soft.”
The dragon had to admire his orcish friend's one track mind. “Not at all, I kept up with my training. The guards taught me a thing or two about shield usage.” He thought for a moment. “I did get a peninsula."
“A penis-ula?" Morn questioned, looking at Cyrus crotch thinking he had gotten some sort of dick based jewelry.
“It's a piece of land judding into the sea, not quite an island. Usually looks like a dick on a map.” Glysh said with a chuckle, her mind getting a little fuzzy with heat.
“I know what it is!” Morn snapped, feeling her intelligence was being insulted. “But what do you mean you got one?”
Cyrus thought back. The kingdom of Djanem got the piece of land as part of the peace deal that ended the war. They didn't particularly want it as it was not directly connected to their territory, and it was underdeveloped, plus it had a bandit problem. “They just gifted it to me. The queen was thinking of selling it off when I expressed my interest.”
Morn turned to walk backwards to face her friend. “Gonna make it into a vacation home?”
Cyrus looked up, the swamp trees turning the rays of the sun into pillars of light. “I wouldn't mind making it my own kingdom.”
Morn was taken aback by this, despite her pride she had to admire his ambition. She could never show it, so instead she tempted, “You got enough kids roaming out there to start one already.”
The group kept following the path, the twists and turns along the elevated walkway feeling like it went on forever. Eventually, the swamp cleared and gave way to a beautiful city. What caught the eye first was a towering pyramid topped with a golden effigy. The sun shone off it brilliantly in a dazzling display. Besides that several dozen stone structures of immaculate craftsmanship were scattered about, each with engravings of reptile people.
“Newcomers!” A voice cried out from the city. Dozens of lizard men and women poked heads out of windows or around corners. Each was adorned in gold and colorful feathers. Morn was alarmed by this and held her spear at the ready.
“Sorry for the jolt, visitors. We very rarely get anyone out here and are just excited.” A female lizard approached, as the gathered crowd parted to let her pass. She walked with authority and grace, the plume on her head offering a multicolored display. Her body was lithe, but the flex of muscles beneath her light green scales made it clear she had strength. She was adorned with golden bracers and chest pieces, with a wide saw tooth sword slung on her back. The lizard woman looked at the newcomers and gave a short click of her mouth in irritation, before collecting herself. “I am Tazzri, Guardian of the tribe. Normally I’d be honored to give a tour, but our high-priest Tazzri knew you'd be here today and wishes to see you right away.”
Cryus arched a brow. “We were expecting so soon? I didn't give any word for when we would arrive."
She clicked her tongue once more. “He is usually right about these things. Come with me.”
The group followed the warrior, citizens allowing them to pass with bowed heads. Still, many could not resist and ladened the visitors arms with gifts.
Morn had to put away her weapon as she accepted a grilled fish from a slender lizard. “Don’t usually get this warm of a welcome.”
Tazzir looked over her shoulder. “Yes, due to the swamp not too many make it out here. But those who do learn of our hospitality. If you are overwhelmed now then count yourself lucky, this time of day many are sunbathing. We are cold-blooded and a good rest in the sun does wonders.”
Cyrus looked around, seeing a river running through the city. Several were fishing along its banks with lines or nets. His eye caught a particularly voluptuous mature female lizard laying on her back soaking up the sun. Her bare breasts bounced as she rolled on her belly to face the dragon with a wink. Cyrus felt a twitch of excitement. “If they want to warm up I can think of a few ways to help with that.”
Glysh had already taken a water jug and was drinking it greedily, allowing some liquid to spill on her chest to help her cool off. “Ya got any big beefy guys here?”
Tazzri answered. “Many of the males are waiting their turn to make an offering to Zarnok.”
The dragon straightened at this. “I will be respectful."
The lizard clicked. “He usually prefers it if you are not.”
As they approached the great gold-tipped structure in the center of town they saw a line of males all waiting on the steps leading to the top. Some looked annoyed when they saw someone moving to the front, but a word from Tazzri silenced them. As they ascended, loud moans and wet slapping started to reach them. Cyrus had ideas but didn't want to say anything. When they arrived at the entrance to the upper floors, nothing had prepared them for what they saw.
A light-blue thin lizard in priestly garb was on his back on a lone altar. A dark green muscular lizard was ramming his throbbing penis into his ass without holding back at all. Zarnok arched his spine, letting out a shrill yell of pleasure as the pointed tip of his own dick spurted out as slashed onto his pink belly. He turned and with another shout he saw the group, his dick twitching as it shot the very last of its load. “I foresaw you in my dreams!”
Cyrus had to do his best to not stare mouth agape. He had seen many religious rituals in his time but nothing like this. The muscular lizard pulled his dick out with a pop, a white stream of scum from the smaller one’s ass collecting in an already full bowl beneath the altar.
“Dont mind my brother, he lifts his tail for every male.” Tazzri said with a click.
Zarnok shot a sideways glance at the female. “At least I have sex, oh virtuous sister.”
The dragon had just now realized there two were related, the sister having not revealed this when they first met. There was clear animosity between the two, but it felt like sniping rather than outright hate. He wished to help, but figured it would not be the best time currently. “We have come to help with the blight that is killing the jungle.”
Zarnok scooted off the altar, his legs faltering for only a moment before he steadied himself. Judging by the bowl he had been at this for a while. There were white streaks on him all over, almost masking the brilliance of his scales. The blue patterns of his feathered crest looked more beautiful than a cloudless sky. “Yes, we can discuss this once I have completed my duties here. Don't worry, I know how to finish things fast.” This caused a series of knowing smiles and reptile penises to poke out of slits from the men in line. “Until then, brave warrior.” Zarnok plucked out one of the longer feathers from his crest and handed it to the dragon.
“Brother!” Tazzri shouted.
“A high-priest trusts his feelings. Be sure to entertain our guests, I will be with you shortly. Without another word the brother approached the golden bowl. It was filled to the brim with white sticky seamen. With a grunt of effort he lifted it to his maw and began to drink deeply. Loud gulps echoed as his throat and belly expanded to accommodate the drink. He did not gag, did not stop until it was all drained. Once it was finished he placed it back on the ground to collect more. “The pure life energy helps me commune with the spirits and souls of our citizens.” With that he crawled back on the altar, getting on all fours and raising his tail high.
Cyrus was throbbing hard and biting his lip hard.
“Watch where you swing that club, big guy!” Glysh said as she dodged the dragon’s meat as he turned.
The sun was only barely beginning to set. Glysh was off getting more temperature-appropriate clothing. Morn and Cyrus waited were being attended by servants of the temple, lizard folk in flowing half robes that spoke softly with eyes never meeting the their guest. This was a custom among the temple to show modesty. They waited in a stone room, the open wall design and elevation allowed for a cooling breeze to sweep over them. Morn was getting a jagged body paint pattern colored on her skin as she spoke. “Im going to be honest I thought it was a little gross. Like, drinking cum right from the dick is hot, but when it's in a bowl it feels a little wrong.”
Cyrus smiled, the new thin white loincloth he got as a gift tenting already as he lounged on cushions. “I agree, that's what makes it so much hotter.” He had tied the given feather to his upper arm, appreciating the added color.
Morn rolled her eyes. At that Zarnok entered the chambers. He was flanked on either side by armed guards, their impassive glances betrayed the slight hint of arousal from the poke of their penises from their slits. “Shall we begin discussions?”
Cyrus sat up, surprise in his voice. “Its been less than an hour, how did you finish all of the visitors?”
A smirk played across his mouth. “Like I said, I know how to get the job done fast if needed.”
Tazzri didn't let her brother keep going, keeping it business centered. “Its a slow corruption. While it has not been bad enough to impede day to day activities we are noticing more dead fish floating up the river, while animals grow more hungry and fearful. We tried to send out groups to root out this corruption but all returned in failure.”
Morn perked up, the idea of fighting a big bad evil interesting her greatly. “What happened to them?”
Zarnok took a more serious tone. “They said the swamps came alive and fought them. Dark twisted roots moved and beat them back. There were reports of robed figures as well, but nothing definite."
“I never kicked the ass of a plant, but I am always happy to try new things.” Morn said, standing up.
“We shall leave first thing in the morning.” Zarnok said.
Morn sat back down, disappointed.
Zarrnok leaned on the dragon’s shoulder. “Due to the importance of this mission my sister and I will join you. Until then please enjoy all our tribe has to offer.”
Twilight was upon the village. Glysh was lounging on a cushioned seat in a plaza in the middle of town, a gathering area for events. A big beefy lizardman was gently fanning her with a large leaf while another put grapes in her mouth. “It's gonna be hard to leave this place.” She said as purple juice spilled down her mouth and onto her barely noticeable cleavage. She had traded in her ninja outfit for a more breezy tribal looking ensemble, made of a loose fabric skirt and tube top. She chose this as it allowed her to still easily hide gear on her person.
Cyrus let out a playful roar, flexing his arms to a group of small reptile children. While the lizard folk could grow big here, the dragon was still the biggest by a margin. He crouched down and let two kids hook their arms on his biceps. Effortlessly he lifted them up, with shouts of amazement from the others.
“Ain’t you just good with kids.” Glysh said, shifting her weight to view him better.
“Of course. Nothing motivates me more than protecting them. Anything that would threaten them I will put a stop to.”
Glysh gave a smirk. “You got enough of them, you ought to be great with them.
Cyrus laughed. “Guilty. I have many but I remember all of them.”
One young boy, no more than five years old, patted the dragon’s leg to get his attention. “Youre so big and strong. Do you think I can get big and strong like you?”
The black dragon let the two kids on his arm down and got down to one knee to be closer to the young boy. “Are you kidding me? You look like you can grow to be stronger than even me!”
The child’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“I see the heart of a warrior in you. Train hard and right and I know you will be amazing!”
The young boy smiled wide and jumped with ecstatic energy.
Tazzri walked into the plaza accompanied by dozens of lizards with food and cooking equipment. “We will hold a feast to make sure the party leaves with high spirits.”
It didn't take long for newly lit touchlight to replace the missing sunlight. Cooking fires warmed the night as fish and river creatures of all sizes were grilled and seasoned. The Darthoo diet consisted mostly of fish and fruit, and the dragon felt his mouth watering. Tazzri herself was taking a lead in the cooking, effortlessing managing several large dishes at once. He bit in eagerly, not bothering to let it cool off at all. After just one bite he let out a coo of delight. “Amazing! You're a fantastic cook, Tazzri!” He said, as he toasted to her a cup full of an alcoholic drink made of fermented fruit. While it didn't have the kick that dragon liquor had he adored the sweet taste. Morn joined him very soon, her arm around a short slender lizardman. She had been given a makeover, replacing her home made loincloth and top with those of breezy fine fabric. Her spear was also replaced with a Darthoo made one. It was much more ornate than one Morn would normally want, but it looked sturdy with a deadly sharp tip. She sat next to the dragon and barked an order to the smaller lizard to fetch a lot of food. Judging from the fawning and pitched tent in his loincloth he deeply enjoyed this treatment.
“Im surprised you didn't get your hands on one of the Darthoo swords. It felt like the massive saw bladed weapon would be right up your alley.” Cyrus said, passing her some drink.
Morn took a swig. “Yeah it's badass, but you shouldn't mess around with new weapons when going on an adventure. Besides, I always find a well-aimed strike works best.”
Cyrus was reminded of where she aimed those strikes and had to agree they were very effective. Throughout the festivities the dragon saw Zarnok beckoning him. He took one more bite of his fish before excusing himself to follow. The priest didn't offer any words or instructions, just walked and led the dragon along. As they passed through the town Cryus peeked Glysh walking with the two big lizards from before, her hands on both of their rumps. She led both into a small home, a lecherous grin on her face. He would need to get details from her later.
As he walked the sounds of the feast grew quiet as he ascended the stairs of the temple. Zarnok sat on the altar, crossing his long legs and allowing his feminine hips to rest on the stone. “You seemed interested in the offerings the other males made earlier, I wanted to know if you wanted to make one too.”
Cryus felt a stirring in his loins already. “It's the respectful thing to do. Any ceremony with this?”
“Only what you want, baby.”
Cryus approached the smaller male, shifting his loincloth aside and allowing his semi hard dick to be fully exposed. The priest ran one hand along the impressive length, using his other to give the hanging balls a gentle squeeze. The lizard gave a moan of delight, external genitals were rare here. He kept playing with the dragon’s penis to get it to full mast. “You seemed doubtful I could collect so many offerings before. Would you like a demonstration of my skills?”
Cryus smirked, offering a challenge. “You may try, but I have plenty of stamina to last.”
Zarnok gave a rumble of delight deep in his throat. “I love when they talk big. Try not to let your legs give out, baby.” He lowered himself to his knees, being right up to the throbbing head and gave it a playful kiss. He opened wide, easily swallowing up the massive rod halfway. The long strong tongue ran through the bottom side of the dick.
Cyrus knew he liked big talk so kept at it. “You are skilled, but it will take more than that to-” His voice shifted to a high moan as Zarnok easily slid the rest of the dick down. The throat muscles of the lizard contracted to add just the right amount of pressure, the tongue shooting around wildly to almost jack him off. The sudden rush of pleasures made Cyrus lurch forward, needing to hold the altar for support. Zarnok didn't let up, moving his head back and forth. It was not too fast, not too slow. Like he could read the dragon’s body to know the exact pace to keep. His tongue escaped the maw, shooting up to lap at the dragon’s balls.
“Gods above!” Cryus all but moaned out. His toes curled hard as he felt the strength leave his legs. He gripped the altar's sides hard, cracking the stone. The priest's throat was so smooth and warm, the sensation was unlike anything he had felt before. He could feel his climax coming already. He had shot his load fast, and it usually resulted in a weaker ejaculation, but Cyrus felt like his balls would be shooting everything they had with this one. He didn't roar, the sensations were too much for something so strong. He let out a shaking yell as his balls clenched up, the priest's tongue not stopping. He kept moving back and forth, making sure he would get every last drop out. Zarnok didn't flinch as the flood of white hot cum shot directly into his stomach. The contractions of his throat kept squeezing hard. It took all will the dragon had to not collapse on his ass. With a sloppy slurp the priest pulled back, the suction of his mouth letting a loud pop be heard when he broke free. Finally the dragon fell down on his butt, his dick still twitching from over stimulation.
“Do you still doubt, baby?” The priest said, wiping stray saliva from his mouth, his stomach looking inflated.
“How-” Cyrus gasped out, still stuck in the afterglow. “How does anyone get work done with you around?”
He breathed heavily. He always had stamina for multiple rounds, but this was the first time he was so knocked out after just cumming once. The dragon wondered if this is how most other guys felt. The breeze blew over him and felt refreshing on his sweating skin, but he also felt a familiar tickle on the side of his head. The long colorful feather that Zarnok had given him tickled his cheek. Cyrus moved his shoulder and asked. “Your sister seemed surprised when you gave me this, why's that?”
Zarnok gave an amused laugh. “There is something I have to tell you Cyrus. Ever since I was a hatchling I have had prophetic dreams. Sometimes helping the tribe avoid disaster, sometimes just a simple weather forecast. But lately I've had similar dreams over and over. A powerful dragon of black and gold.”
Cyrus was unsure what to say, but had finally caught his breath. He stood up, approaching the priest. Zarnook continued. “I never felt dreams as powerful as this before. Often I have to struggle to remember, but when it's this dragon it's as clear as day, each dream felt like I really lived it.”
“And what does this dragon do in these dreams?” Cyrus asked, brushing one hand across the lizardman’s crest.
Zarnok leaned into the stroke, making a happy chirping sound. “Everything. Guide me, guard me.”
Cyrus looked down, seeing the slim pink lizard penis poking up to his loincloth. “How many are wet dreams?”
“Almost all of them.” The priest said. “More than that, I never felt like it before. To pluck a feather and give it to another is an invitation of marriage. Now, I didn't mean it fully seriously as you wouldn't know what it meant, but I really do-”
“Ill marry you.”
The response was so sudden it took even the future seeing the lizard man off guard. “What?”
“I see more than lust in your eyes. I can tell you need me, in every sense of the word. That deep burning desire. I won't deny you. I will marry you.”
“Gods above.” Zarnok said. “No dream could ever prepare me for this.”
“Shall we consummate our marriage?"
The lizard leaned on his back, shamelessly spreading his legs. “Howerver you want to, just don't hold back.”
“Clothes make such a difference.” Glysh said as she led the group through the swamp. While she had on a skirt the bounce and jiggle of her ass was clear for all to see.
“Im just happy that salve keeps the bugs away.” Morn said, her body glistening from the solution. Cyrus was more than happy to let the two greenskins lead, their legs and rumps provided all the motivation and entertainment he needed.
While he enjoyed the greens in front of him he couldn't help but notice the hostility between the reptile siblings.
“Maybe if you were not busy spreading your legs for every male in the tribe you could think of a better solution.” Tazzri said, no real malice behind her voice but the barbs were clear. She dressed in simple armor. She had on gold metal bracers and chest pieces. She assured Cyrus that despite the color it was hard as steel. Cryus admired how it looked like jewelry that further accentuated her beauty. Slung over her back was a large two handed paddle with jagged stone teeth all along the side, making it look like a deadly saw.
Zarnok raised a hand to his chest in mock indignation. “At least I get some action, for a brave warrior you sure are scared of losing your virginity.” He had on a ceremonial headpiece and flowing robe. Both were light and highlighted his supple fame well. He had a gnarled wooden staff, leaves growing out of it despite it not being planted in the ground.
Had Tazzri had the physical ability to she would blush. She muttered under her breath about leadership before storming off to be the new leader of the pack.
Cyurs slowed down to be side by side with his new husband. “Is everything all right with your sister?”
He waved a hand dismissively. “Nevermind her.”
Cyrus got in close, letting the feather tied to his arm tickle his companion’s nose as he reached down to give the priest’s ass a grab. “Come now, you shouldn't keep secrets from your betrothed."
Zarnok pushed his hips back into the big strong dragon’s grip. He let out a chirp of delight. “I can't argue with that. When the new leader of the tribe was selected she was passed over for me despite being the eldest sibling. She holds some resentment.”
“Why was it you were chosen?"
Zarnok let out a sigh. “Hard to say exactly. I am sure she would make a great leader, but she lacks people skills so maybe that? Leaders are chosen by a ritual where the gods anoint the new leader. I can go into detail later, but when my father grew too old to lead I was chosen. We used to be so close, I hope we can make up.” He added with a sorrowful edge.
Cryus gave his husband a smack on his rump. “Dont be so glum. I'm sure she wanted to lead for a long time. I've seen power struggles in kingdoms and she had no real hatred towards you. She just needs some time to simmer down and she will come around.”
The priest leaned into Cyrus, nuzzling against his pectoral muscle longingly.
Cyrus looked ahead at the sister’s wagging tail, thinking some hands on family time would help her mellow out more.
“Heads up, we got in trouble.” Morn shouted out. Cyrus took a step forward, putting himself between any danger and the priest as he readied his sword. For a moment nothing was heard besides the sounds of the swamp. Cryus wanted to ask what Morn saw, but he trusted in her judgment completely and followed her lead in being vigilant. Creeking was heard and suddenly a long vine snapped out at the orc, missing her by a hair's breath as she threw herself to the side to dodge. All around them vines sprung up from mud and from behind foliage. Each vine had a leafy opening with barbs inside that looked like a predatory mouth.
“What is this?” Tazzri asked as she readied her weapon.
Glysh was already spinning the blade of her enchanted kusarigama. “I was hoping you knew. This is new to you?”
Zarnok shuddered. “This is unnatural. Some great evil summoned these.” There was despair in his voice, like he saw something profane. He shook himself and readied a spell, pure white light shimmering around his staff.
The vines shot forward, attacking everyone with reckless abandon. They moved like snakes or whips, irritative moments not like anything natural. Tazzri’s weapon cut through the plant matter well, and anything too thick for the first chop was sawed into pieces. She moved with grace and ferocity in equal measure, using her tail to aid in balance and acrobatics.
Morn’s spear stabs did little to damage the plants, much to her frustration. It ignored the wounds the pictures made even as it leaked sticky fluid. Cyrus was about to ask if she needed aid when she saw her stomp a vine’s mouth to the ground. She grabbed the vine and pulled, violently ripping the plant in half. Cyrus knew she would be fine.
Just as a vine was cut down another grew to take its place.
“This is hopeless, we have to think of something!” As soon as these works left Glysh’s mouth a plant wrapped around her ankle, lifting her upside down with ease. The ground rumbled as it split open, a bulbous mass of green leaves and wriggling vines emerged. The sound of deep creaking was heard as a mouth on the growth opened wide, the goblin handing above. She dropped and fell fast. Just as the mouth began to snap shut Glysh closed her eyes and brought two fingers in front of her face. “Nin nin!”.
In a puff of smoke she was gone and appeared aside Morn, naked save for her gear. “How the hell?” Morn asked.
“Ancient technique, takes a lot out of me.” She said out of breath.
When the monster realized its meal escaped it thrashed out. Vines snaked from it, clearly it was the source of all the mouths. One vine swung at Tazzri in a blind rage. She slashed it in half, leaving it a half jaw of barbs. Still it kept moving, and ripped a gash across Cyrus chest. He grimaced in pain, clutching his wound as red blood spilled out.
“Cyrus!” Tazzri shouted in alarm.
“It isn't deep, I’ll be fine.” Cyrus reassured as he ignored the pain and gripped his weapon.
“I know how we can beat it. It's fueled by something dark and ancient, if we hit it with an attack imbued with life energy it will dispel it!” Zarnot shouted. “Keep it busy and I will prepare a spell with Cyrus.”
The women did not need any further instruction, dodging and attacking to distract the beast.
The priest took Cyrus hand, squeezing it tight. “I will imbue you with powerful life energy, tap into yours as well. Once it's ready, cut deep into the monster.”
Cyrus wasn't sure of what exactly would be done but placed his trust in the priest. Magic lights danced around the staff, flowing into Zarnok, then into Cryus. He felt a rush of power, feeling any and all fatigue was away from him almost instantly. The power kept flowing, filling him more and more. His body surged painfully, almost like there was too much energy within him.
“It's ready, go!” Zarnok shouted.
Cyrus gripped his sword tightly, it now felt as light as a feather. He charged at the core of the plant monster, effortlessly pushing aside any attacking vines that tried to stop him. With a mighty roar he slashed, a blinding white light forming around his sword as it chopped through the monster. All the vines stiffened for a moment then quickly went limp. Instantly they decomposed and withered into mush. All at one the power that filled Cyrus left, and he felt his previous tiredness return.
The group found a clearing and made camp for the night. Cyrus had bandaged his chest wounds to stop the bleeding. Morn fashioned new clothing for Glysh, the ninja goblin taking first watch. Cyrus was feeling sore from the overflow of energy and looked forward to a good night's rest. He lay on the ground, the swamp canopy allowing rays of moonlight through. As he rested soft footsteps grew closer. He looked up and saw Zarnok and Tazzri appreaching. The brother had the usual confident swagger in his step but Tazzri had her limbs close to her body and had a shy look in her eye.
Zarnok spoke up first. “I wished to check up on you and help treat your wound.”
Cyrus sat up straight. “And your sister?”
Zarnok smirked. “She wishes to speak once I am finished, now show me the injury.”
The dragon did as instructed, showing the bloodied bandages that adorned his chest. Zarnok gingerly removed them, showing the gash fully. The bleeding had stopped, but too much movement would open it back up.
“Are you familiar with the use of life magic?” The priest asked.
Cyrus had heard of many kinds of magic in his travels but never had a deep understanding of any of them so shook his head.
Zarnok continued. “The way I use it is to absorb and use excess energy from those willing to give it. I can retain it and use it in several ways.” He said, white light shimmering around his hands as he brought them to the dragon’s chest.
His flesh tingled but Cyrus had to ask. “So when you sucked my dick?”
The priest gave a toothy grin. “I got the most potent life energy I've ever gotten. And now I will give some back.”
Cryus looked down and was amazed to see his wound as gone. Not even a scar remained, his golden scales looked as good as new. “Amazing!”
Tazzri appreached, her heart racing and voice quiet. “I could not follow the path of life magic because I-” She trailed off, stammering.
Zarnok took over. “My sister is a virgin and she wishes for you to be her first time. She has grown infatuated with you.”
The warrior woman wanted to scold her brother for his bluntness but she could not deny this. Cryus was no stranger to virgins, so knew how to be gentle as needed. He was aware that even experienced partners could have difficulty with his size.
“So, what do we do?” Tazzri said, her voice missing all the usual bravado she used to have.
Cryus arose to his feet and softly embraced her. He wrapped his arms around her body hugging her close. “Let your body do all the thinking. Do what feels right.”
She leaned in, kissing him deeply. He returned, letting his hands slide up and down her scaled body. She moved more hungrily, groping his chest, back, hips, everywhere with reckless abandon. Cyrus allowed her and he could feel his manhood quickly rising.
Tazzri looked down in shock. “How is that going to fit?”
Zarnok approached, retrieving a small ceramic jug. “I can be of assistance here.” His own penis was poking out of his slit freely. He guided Cyrus to lay on his back, then poured a clear viscous over his husband’s throbbing penis. Using a delicate grip he made sure the whole member was coated and smooth. “This will help it slide in nice and easy.”
The female lizard stood over the dragon, her slit already dripping onto the man. She lowered herself slowly, letting the head poke at her first. She gave a whimper as her lips parted and Cyrus went inside.
“Oh gods.” She moaned, her legs trembling. She pushed down further.
“If you can't take it all, don't push yourself.” Cyrus advised. Tazzri didn't listen, pushing more and more. She bit her lip so hard a small trickle of blood form down.
“Gods above it hurts so good.” She said, her hips lying fully. She was on her knees now, leaning forward and gazing into the dragon’s eyes with pure lust.
“Chaste sister is a masochist.” Zarnok said with no small amusement.
She licked all along the dragon’s face, tasting old sweat with a deep moan. She bounced up and down on the throbbing manhood with abandon, yelling in delight. Cyrus was surprised, he had never seen a first timer going this wild and taking it so well. Of course she was extremely tight, the grip of her cloaca felt amazing. He moaned as well. His first instinct was to grab her hips and pull her closer, but she was enjoying herself too much for him to interrupt now. Tazzri kept going, her tongue lulling out of her mouth. She gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing the soft flesh hard.
She kept going, alternating between sitting up straight, leaning forward to kiss and lick more, or letting her back arch. The dragon felt himself getting close to climax, he wanted to warn the female in case she didn't want him to finish inside her.
“Tazzri, Im going to cum soon, if you dont-”
She screamed. “Dont you dare stop, give me every last drop!”
The dragon didn't resist of course. Now he had gripped the woman’s hips tightly, pulling her down as his balls clenched up tight to his body. Hot shots of semen shot directly into the woman, filling her up deeply. Her abdomen expanded to accommodate the inflow. Even with him pushing balls deep he could feel it leaking out. Tazzri screamed and lightly spasmed, her own cloaca tightening and squirting onto the dragon as she climaxed as well. She kept grinding her hips until the last of her strength gave out and she hopped off. She lay on her back, panting in exhaustion as the cum oozed out of her slit.
“She will need some time to recover, that looks intense.” Zarnok said as he walked over to his husband and licked where his sister licked. “I need a refill of life energy, if you still have some to give.”
Cyrus smirked, grabbing the priest’s tight ass. “For you, always.”
Zarnok used his fingers to push apart his slit. “Why don't you use this hole this time?”
Cyrus knew he would get no rest tonight, but didn't mind.
The next day the dragon was groggy, drained, but in high spirits. He noticed that the siblings were much more friendly now, their past animosity forgotten. The journey through the rest of the swamp was easy. The hunting party quickly found a group of robed kobolds performing rituals in the heart of the swamp. The cultists were swiftly defeated and taken captive. The kobolds expressing the monster should have kept them safe until all energy was drained from the swamp. Attempts were made to interrogate them further but they kept their mouths shut. Zarnok assured them that some time in jail would help loosen their tongues.
The group was welcomed back as heroes, having saved the lifeline of Darthoo. With the magic dissipated life returned to the wilderness, fishing nets were overflowing and fruits were practically bursting. With the robed figures safely locked up the group celebrated. Morn had found herself plenty of lizardfolk eager to be dominated by a wild warm-blooded orc. Glysh was already using her wide hips to entice the biggest strongest males of the tribe for her own entertainment. Cyrus was treated especially well, many lizard maidens making sure his cup was never empty. He was happy to see that Tazzri was experimenting already and making out with a motherly looking tribesmember. Cryus was practically worshiped, many lizardfolk eagerly taking his manhood to show their appreciation. The night grew hazy as the lizard liquor was stronger than expected.
Cyrus slept deeply, but was plagued by a nightmare. A shape of a powerful dragoness loomed over him, whispering. “You who exploded with life, feel the pain of it denied.” She put something on his groin, but was too tired to fight it.
When he awoke Cryus found that he was in the plaza in the middle of town and he had been using a particularly bottom heavy lizard’s ass as a pillow. He got up to his feet, stretching the stiffness from his muscles. With a start he looked down and was surprised to see a golden device on his penis. It was shaped to look like the neck and head of a dragon, the mouth opening just enough for the tip of his dick. He knew it was a chastity device, but he had never seen one like this.
“The fuck is this!?” The familiar sound of Morn in the distance sounded. She ran and quickly spotted Cryus. “Did you prank me with this? I can't get it off!”
Cyrus looked and saw a strange cloth undergarment on Morn. Her wearing anything more than a loincloth was already shocking but he was surprised to see a fundoshi on her. It was an underwear found in the far east, like panties but more simple. She gripped at the sides of the garment and tried to rip it off, but it stayed firmly in place.
Cyrus looked at his own device and grew concerned. “Did you have any odd dreams last night?”
Morn gave up in her struggle and sighed. “Some shadowy dragon lady, I just assumed it cus I drank too much lizard booze.”
An armed lizardman ran into the clearing. “The prisoners have escaped!”
Cyrus had a feeling this quest was only just beginning.
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