Crusch sat on the floor of her hut, staring off blankly into space. Her mind was adrift in thought.

One of those thoughts was that it was inaccurate to call it her hut. It was where she slept most nights, certainly, but it didn’t really belong to her. It was like calling it the bed’s hut, or the table’s hut. She was in it because she was now the possession of the person who owned the hut, and she needed to be kept somewhere when not in use.

That train of thought shifted into another as she rubbed a hand over her stomach, which was now starting to bulge with signs of pregnancy. That person who owned the hut, who owned her, was Zenberu Gugu. The same person who had impregnated her. Moreover, it hadn’t been the first time it’d happened.

She’d known it was going to happen from the first night she’d spent with him—he’d gone to great lengths to ensure it did, after all—but what she hadn’t realised was how much it was going to affect her. Crusch had assumed that she’d be able to lay whatever eggs he’d made her carry and that would be the end of it. Whatever he did afterwards, even if he put more in her, those eggs she’d already laid would be out of the picture.

Unfortunately, that was only partly true. In one sense, they [i]had[/i] gone out of the picture: Zenberu had taken them from her the second she’d laid them, and she hadn’t seen them since. But when she saw them carried out of the hut and away from her with no chance to ever see them again, Crusch felt the pain of separation set in alongside the knowledge of just how wrong she’d been in the other, far more important sense.

That pain lingered. It didn’t matter that the father of those eggs had been the one who’d enslaved and raped her; she was still the mother of them, and she cared for them as dearly as any other mother. Zenberu didn’t care for that pain, though. As soon she’d finished laying, he made sure that she was pregnant again, usually in the same night.

The things she went through on that day seemed to do what the countless rapes, humiliation, and assorted other abuse didn’t. She simply couldn’t risk going through that again. Her insubordination became less frequent, and when it did rear its head, it never took much to shut it down. Whenever she spoke out of turn, all it took was a word or even just a stern look from Zenberu, and whatever she had to say would be forgotten as she receded back into silence.

And of course, such an improvement in temperament didn’t go unnoticed by Zenberu, who saw fit to reward her for her obedience.

Zenberu pushed his way into the hut, scanning around the room for Crusch briefly before finding her sitting on the floor. She didn’t turn to look at him, but if she did, she would’ve seen the grin splitting his face. “Crusch,” he said, a noticeable lilt present in his voice.

It didn’t stem from any genuine friendliness or affection. It was the pleasant tone of someone who was about to take what he wanted, with all the warmth of a Cheshire cat.

Zenberu didn’t waste any more time on chatter. Once he saw that Crusch wasn’t going to offer a response he could do anything with, he walked up behind her, hooked his arms under her shoulders, and hoisted her up against his chest. She looked down, and was unsurprised to see his erection already poking past his loincloth and out from between her thighs. Whenever he came to visit her, the odds were greater than not that this was what it was for.

Still, even expecting it didn’t prevent her body from reacting the way Zenberu had conditioned it to. The white scales of her face broke out with a hint of pink at the sight, and she could feel her heart starting to beat a bit faster in anticipation of what was to come.

Zenberu saw it all, but said nothing, only smirked. He angled his cock upwards and lowered her down, pressing the head of it against the lips of her cunt, smearing them with his pre in the process. She grit her teeth, preparing herself for the violent penetration that always came when Zenberu decided to play with her.

But it never came. Instead, he moved a hand down her body and between her thighs, seeking out something that finally managed to draw a gasp of surprise out of Crusch which was quickly followed by a low, warbling moan of pleasure. He had located her clit, already poking free from its hood from the slightest touch by Zenberu. More still, he’d started to pinch and rub at it with his fingers.

The whole thing was overwhelming, but for none of the reasons she was used to. She was used to him being rough with her, spearing her onto his cock without a care for how she felt about it, but this wasn’t any of that. He never went any further than grinding the head of his dick against her lips, clear droplets of her fluids rolling down his shaft as he did so, but he also never let up on that assault on her clit. This was the first time she’d gotten to experience the skill he had with his fingers, and while she’d never have expected it from his brutish appearance, he had the touch of an angel.

And so it was, without him even entering her, Crusch found herself crying out and shuddering in Zenberu’s arms as an orgasm wracked her body. Her body tensed up around the cocktip teasing at its entrance, her juices soaking Zenberu’s dick as well as the fingers that’d carried her to her peak. Zenberu’s hand lingered there for awhile longer, continuing to squeeze at her clit until Zenberu was sure she was completely finished, before his grip moved back to her shoulders. He lifted her up away from his body, her arms clinging to him weakly before slumping to her sides, then lowered her gently onto the ground. She didn’t seem able to support herself, so he laid her down on the floor while she panted and tried her best to catch her breath.

“Well done,” Zenberu said, looking down at her with his hands on his hips. “I think you deserve a reward.” He raised a hand to his mouth, letting out a short, sharp whistle with his fingers. As soon as he did, Shasuryu pushed his way into the hut, outfitted in his rope harness and collar as per usual. What interested her more than his outfit, though, was what he was carrying: held out in front of him with both hands was a large, white egg, about the size of a football.

While eggs all seemed identical to most people, Crusch immediately recognized this one. Mothers always had eyes for their own offspring, after all.

“It’s yours to keep,” Zenberu said. Shasuryu walked over to her and set it down gently on the floor in front of her. She stared down at it with a look of awe, reaching out towards it with a hand and tracing her fingers along its smooth surface, as if testing if it were real and not some sort of illusion. “Don’t make me regret that decision.”

Crusch couldn’t find the words to respond to the situation. Her mind was boiling with emotion, but she didn’t know how to describe it. It was as if all the sadness, anxiety, fear, all the negative feelings she’d had from being Zenberu’s slave had evaporated in an instant as soon as she laid eyes on that white shell. But there was something beyond that, something more: a burning need for something that yearned to be satisfied.

She glanced up. Zenberu had already turned to leave, Shasuryu following close behind.

“Wait!” Crusch cried out, moving the egg to the side and out of the way. Zenberu stopped just before the hut’s exit, taking his time in turning back towards her. When he set eyes upon her again, she was laid on her back towards him, legs spread wide open in a way that couldn’t be construed as anything but an invitation.

Zenberu grinned. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to add a bit more onto her reward.

Shasuryu stepped dutifully off to the side when Zenberu moved towards her, standing there and looking over what was happening with that familiar look of detachment. Crusch was in no place to pay him much attention, though, as Zenberu was already crouched down and bearing down on her. Seeing no point in drawing things out further when she was offering herself to him to brazenly, Zenberu dropped down over top of Crusch, pressing their bodies close together until their snouts were only inches apart.

Crusch could feel his cock prodding between her thighs, smearing her scales with his pre as he probed for her vagina. At the same time, his muzzle moved close to her ear, nostrils puffing hot air that washed over the side of her head. “I knew you’d come around eventually,” he whispered, a slight growl to his voice that sent shivers down her spine.

When he started pushing in, it wasn’t the wild thrusting that she’d come to expect from him. Instead, Zenberu was taking things slowly—not gently, as Crusch could still feel a firm strength to his movements that made it clear that he’d be sheathing himself inside her no matter what, but there was at least some consideration for her comfort there. In comparison to his usual style, he might as well have been handling her with silk gloves.

Zenberu’s head split open her folds, and Crusch’s gasp was mirrored by a deep growl from the chieftain. It was a hungry noise, one that meant he clearly wanted more than he was getting, but he didn’t move to take it. Instead, he kept moving at that steady pace, only a third of his cock inside her and more coming along by half-inches.

To Crusch, the slowness of it was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Even when Zenberu tried to pleasure her, he never did so at the expense of his own enjoyment. His speed had always been unchecked and ruthless, and that intensity meant many of the subtler sensations were lost.

At this pace, she could feel every last one of them, and the feeling was just as overwhelming in its own right.

Crusch wrapped her arms around Zenberu’s back, holding him tight while he slid into her bit by bit. Occasionally, she’d squeeze down on him in just the right way to draw a rumble out of him, one that she felt in her chest more than heard. More often than that, he’d stretch out or rub over something deep inside of her that would force a whimper or gasp from her. They weren’t the usual screaming cries he got out of her, but they were just as satisfying, and meant his actions seemed to be just as effective if her shaking and shuddering breaths were anything to go by.

But, while to her it might’ve seemed like it lasted an eternity, his in-stroke did eventually reach its end. Something pressed up against the lips of her pussy: a bulge that, once she regained control of her senses, she recognized as the beginning of Zenberu’s knot. Not ready to finish just yet, he started to pull back. Crusch dropped her head back and let out a moan, now subject to everything she’d just endured again, but in reverse. It was just as intense. Prior experience made the experience no easier, and no less pleasurable.

Those slow movements happened again, in-and-out, over and over. Crusch wasn’t keeping track—wasn’t sure that she’d even be able to if she tried—but nevertheless, doubted that it was more than five strokes. However many it was, there was a definite end point: when Zenberu’s patience ran out.

Finally deciding to indulge his urges with a bit less restraint, Zenberu let out a louder, more primal growl, hands shooting out to grab Crusch’s sides. Then, transitioning from slow and cool to fiery passion as sharply as flipping a switch, he rammed her down onto his cock. She shrieked, but the noise held only a touch of pain. As thoroughly warmed up as she was, on top of all the training she’d had at his hands over the weeks before, her body seemed to almost welcome him into her depths. Eased into it, she found that even his more violent side had something to it.

The sound of grunting and scales slapping against scales filled the air of the hut as it had so many times before, but unlike all those other times, this time it was joined by the airy, pleasured moans of Crusch Lulu. No words were shared: Shasuryu stood stone silent as he watched over them, Crusch was in no state to even form coherent speech, and Zenberu had no need for them. Anything he wanted to communicate, he did physically. If he wanted Crusch moved, he moved her. If he wanted her to stop, he stopped her.

And if he wanted to cum in her, he’d certainly do that, too.

Zenberu thrust up into Crusch, the bulge of his knot slamming against her entrance hard enough to sting. She let out the beginning of a hiss, but it was cut off by Zenberu’s mouth as he pushed his snout forward and pressed his lips against hers. Their muzzles were locked together, his tongue coiling around her own and wrestling it as his strokes became shorter and faster, battering his knot against her cunt. Taking his knot was never an easy process, but even with the painful stretching that came with it, she was beginning to find some pleasure that she’d never noticed before.

But the pleasure of taking it paled in comparison to what came after. Once that knot finally split her open wide enough to slip inside, it immediately began to swell, locking them together and changing the nature of the stretch entirely. Now it was inside of her, even more intense than before, and so much of that pain had transformed into something far more enjoyable. Something that only got better when, alongside a roar from Zenberu, his dick pulsed, a burst of his cum shooting into her. It was quickly followed by another, and another, more of that heat packing deep inside of her until there was only one thing she could do. She clenched down on his throbbing cock, a moan slipping past her lips as she came all over him while he continued to fill her with his seed.

Things cooled down. Both of them laid there, panting, joined at the hip for however long it’d take Zenberu’s knot to go down. While they waited, Crusch let her gaze wander around the room. The thin wooden walls of the hut, the enormous body of Zenberu above her, the dour Shasuryu watching just a few feet away. Ordinarily, such things would draw a sense of dread from her whenever she let her mind linger on them, but that feeling seemed dulled now. As if it were fading.

Everything didn’t feel alright just yet—there was still part of her that tilted at the idea of giving herself freely to Zenberu—but it did feel like it would be, eventually. Until then, Crusch would foster that bit of happiness she’d found until she was finally at peace.

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The longhouse of the Dragon Tusk tribe was a structure that didn’t tend to get much use. It was only used for gatherings of such scale and importance that they encompassed the entire tribe, and considering most of the larger gatherings among the Dragon Tusk tended to involve copious amounts of wine, most of the tribe didn’t have the patience to stand around inside twiddling their claws when they could be outside roughhousing and revelling.

But that night was a special occasion. Zenberu had ordered the tribe together for a meeting, and as far as anyone could tell, he hadn’t mentioned wine to a single one of them. None of them had dared shirk the meeting, and a fair number of them seemed to be on edge, with good reason. If whatever matter that was at hand couldn’t be discussed under the influence of alcohol, it had to be most grave indeed.

But when Zenberu entered the longhouse, Shasuryu and Crusch trailing meekly behind him, he didn’t seem the least bit in poor spirits. Indeed, as the crowd of lizardmen parted to allow him passage, he even turned to look at them and smiled. Everyone who met his eye was sure to smile back, though whether it was because they were happy to see him or merely feared what would happen if they didn’t, it was difficult to say.

Once Zenberu had taken up his position at the end of the longhouse facing the rest of the tribe, he placed a hand on the shoulder of both of his slaves and pushed them onto their knees. Only when they were kneeling at his side, both of their heads dipped towards the ground in respect, did he begin to speak.

“I’m sure many of you are wondering why I’ve gathered you here today,” Zenberu said, sweeping his gaze around the room. “As you all know, I’m not one to stand on ceremony, so I’ll get right to the point.

“I’ve decided to make a move against the Red Eye tribe. We move tomorrow night.”

The room immediately burst into dozens of energetic murmurs, rapidly growing in number and volume before instantly dissipating once Zenberu raised a hand to silence them.

“Yes, I share your excitement. However, there are a few matters of strategy we need to discuss, so rein it in for now. Now, the terrain surrounding...”

Crusch couldn’t focus on the intricate details of the approach Zenberu was planning, her attention swallowed by the more basic facts of the matter. He was finally going to do it. She had to have known on some level that Zenberu was going to attack her tribe—after all, the Dragon Tusk had numerical, territorial, and overall military advantage over them without any moral compunctions about taking what they wanted by force—but somehow, it still came as a surprise. Perhaps she’d been so focused on accustoming to her new existence that she’d never considered the wider ranging implications of what Zenberu had been doing.

Now, it was all that she could think about. She didn’t know how long she’d knelt there, staring at the ground between her knees while thoughts of exactly what was going to happen to her people trickled through her mind. Her train of thought was only interrupted when a hand broke into her field of vision and touched down onto her stomach, fingers tracing across its rounded surface.

“And of course,” Zenberu murmured, crouched down over her. “You’ll be coming along, as well. Look forward to reuniting with your people.”

He let his hand linger there for a moment, then straightened up again and turned back to the rest of the tribe, rejoining the discussion and planning for the battle ahead. Crusch lifted one of her own hands and laid it gently over top of where he’d touched her, still feeling the aftershocks lingering where he’d made contact. She thought of how, soon enough, everyone in her tribe would feel such a touch at either his hands or those of some other lizardman like him.

The thought of all that pain brewing on the horizon hurt. It hurt worse that she couldn’t do a thing about it. The worst part of all, though, was the fact that she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.

---

The day passed quickly. Most of the tribe was busy, including Zenberu, meaning that Crusch was left to her own devices for the time being. Given that she and Shasuryu weren’t expected to do any actual fighting and were going to be accompanying the strongest warrior of the tribe, there was precious little for them to do. Crusch had been given a heavy black cloak, apparently to prevent her bright white scales from being seen during the attack, but there was only so much entertainment she could get out of trying it on before she was back to staring at the wall while she whiled the time away.

Shasuryu sat cross-legged in one corner, looking as meditative as taciturn while he waited to be called on. Meanwhile, Crusch paced back and forth across the hut, tail flicking across the floor that mirrored the nervous thoughts racing through her mind. She wished dearly that this didn’t have to happen. If she thought that it’d do any good, she’d even try begging Zenberu to reconsider.

But she knew that the only thing that would bring her was punishment, just like every other time she’d dared to contradict him. Zenberu’s will was set, and so the future was as well, as unchanging as the mountains. Still, even if she was fully aware that there was nothing she could do, that didn’t stop the worries from plaguing her mind.

And they’d continue to do so for the rest of the day, fear waxing and waning as the morning burned away into the afternoon, reaching a peak when evening struck and Zenberu came to gather them both for the march.

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The journey was long and, on the whole, unremarkable. The men had talked rather loudly among themselves for the first third or so of the trip, but when they’d started getting close enough to Red Eye territory that the element of stealth became important, they’d shut up quickly enough. After that, it was nothing but marching in silence across land that was utterly unknown to Crusch, being that she was only familiar with the area immediately surrounding her village and, now, the Dragon Tusk’s.

Though thinking on it, she supposed that the Dragon Tusk village [i]was[/i] her village now. She mulled that around in her mind as she walked, not having anything else to focus on. The idea didn’t disturb her as much as it had when she’d thought something similar weeks ago, when she’d just arrived in Zenberu’s care.

Neither did the fact that Zenberu had tied her arms behind her back, forcing her to carry her egg in a sling behind her. Things like that were just par for the course, as far as she was concerned.

Crusch gauged how far they were from the village from how familiar she was with her surroundings. Vague recollections of the land gradually coalesced into landmarks that she was sure she recognized, however minor they were. She made a game of seeing how many she could spot. It helped keep her mind off what was going to happen when they reached their destination.

Of course, that was an act that was hard to keep up when they finally reached the gates and Zenberu gathered in a tight huddle with his men just outside of them, giving them silent directions on what to do. They split off throughout the village, creeping silently into huts full of her sleeping tribe mates. Zenberu didn’t join them, though, instead making his way back over to where Crusch and Shasuryu were standing.

“Follow me,” he said, walking past them away from the village. They did so.

He lead them to a large, flat area some distance away from the gates, and stopped them with a hand on the shoulder at the far end of it. “Wait. Don’t talk to the captives.” With that, Zenberu turned away and headed back towards the village, leaving them alone in the dark.

It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes before the first Dragon Tusk warrior came back, dragging a Red Eye woman along rather roughly by the wrist. She stumbled over her feet behind him in an effort to keep pace, hissing in pain, but she needn’t have bothered trying to stay upright. She ended up falling over anyway when he flung her forward by the arm, sending her sprawling to the ground with a yelp.

“Stay there,” the warrior growled, standing guard a few steps away to ensure she didn’t try to bolt. She pushed herself to her feet, sniffling, glancing over at Shasuryu and Crusch. With Crusch draped in thick black fabric that made it impossible to make out her features and Shasuryu with his rope harness, collar, and usual cold glare, neither of them put her very much at ease.

The tribeswoman snapped her gaze away from them, staring back at the village with wide eyes, shaking with fear. Crusch wanted to comfort her, but Zenberu had given her a direct order not to speak to them, and she dared not disobey.

More warriors trickled in, and with them more captured lizardmen, sometimes two or three to a man. None of them dared approach Crusch and Shasuryu, either out of fear of them or, for the more courageous among them, physical distance enforced by the Dragon Tusks. The group of them steadily grew until the crowd, to the best of Crusch’s memory, was about the size of the tribe when she left. They chatted among themselves silently, fearfully, trying to guess what was going to happen to them.

Zenberu was the last to return, bearing no prisoner of his own. Instead, he walked through the crowd to the front where Shasuryu and Crusch stood, having obeyed their orders to the letter and not moved an inch. All eyes were upon him, staring with anticipation that was eager in his men and fearful in the rest.

He stood there, staring right back at them, until he was sure he’d gotten everyone’s undivided attention. Then, his hand shot out towards Crusch, claws digging into the fabric of her cloak. With one swift jerk, he ripped it away from her body and threw it to the ground.

A number of Red Eyes let out shocked gasps at the sight before joining the rest of their fellows in stunned silence. The stranger that’d been standing before them was none other than their former chieftain. Most of them looked as if they’d seen a ghost: after she’d failed to return from her expedition with Zaryusu Shasha, they’d all but assumed that she was dead.

But judging from the round of her stomach, bulging with what was clearly a clutch of eggs, she was anything but dead. Far from it—she was in the middle of bearing new life. And, if the egg swaddled in cloth and strapped to her back was any indication, it wasn’t the first time she’d done so.

“This is Crusch Lulu,” Zenberu said, hooking a finger into her collar before walking forward towards the gathered Red Eyes, making sure she kept pace beside him. “You might know her as your chieftain, your leader.”

Zenberu’s grip shifted from her collar to her sides, lifting her up from just under the arms and moving her into position in front of him. One arm crossed across her chest and pinned her tight against his body, while his free hand moved down to her stomach, pressing against its taut surface and rubbing across it all while groping at her with a kind of possessive hunger.

“I know her as my mate. The mother of my children. The one that, if I’m feeling generous, I let my men and slaves fuck and use like the whore she is.”

Crusch bit her lip at that, staring down at the ground with a blush burning across her face, but said nothing. Even looking away, she could still feel all those eyes upon her. It was far worse than what she’d faced at the Dragon Tusk camp. There, she knew that none of them held any respect for her and only saw her as a piece of meat. It was degrading and made her feel every bit what Zenberu had just called her, but as least she wasn’t losing value in their eyes, if only because she didn’t have any value to lose.

That wasn’t the case here. These were people who she’d known, who’d viewed her as a superior, a guiding force in the tribe. Now, they were watching her get molested by their enemy, tied up and at his mercy with a belly gravid with his spawn.

Zenberu’s hand slid down her body, moving under the bulge of her stomach and between her legs. He wasted no time on foreplay, probing for her vagina as soon as he’d made his way between her thighs, quickly finding what he was looking for. As soon as he felt that telltale moisture, his fingers pressed forward, two of them sinking into her cunt.

Crusch let out a hiss at the sudden invasion, and despite herself, she couldn’t help but glance up at the people watching her. They looked on with disgust and horror as Zenberu debased her in front of them. A third finger entered her, spreading her even wider as it pushed deep inside her alongside the others.

“I took for the first time mere hours after she set foot on my land,” Zenberu said, continuing his speech in spite of the alternating noises of pleasure and mewls of shame Crusch was making as he fingered her. “And later again that evening, over and over. By her third day there, I must’ve bred her at least a dozen times.”

Zenberu’s fingers quickened as he spoke, working in and out of her with ever increasing speed and roughness. Crusch’s squealing got louder as well, but he ignored it entirely, speaking like she wasn’t there even as he violated her. “I made use of her mouth, her cunt, her tailhole. Whatever part of her I pleased. It didn’t take long for her to become pregnant.”

Crusch felt something brush against the inside of her thigh as Zenberu spoke. Something warm, that left a smear of moisture where it’d touched her. Craning her head down and squinting as best she could through the fog of embarrassed tears that’d started to cloud her vision, she could see a pink blur poking out from between her legs. It wasn’t difficult to guess what it was, particularly with the way it throbbed against her scales.

“She bore so many of my children, and she’ll bear plenty more in the future. She’s told me as such. Your leader desires nothing more than to be my faithful egg slut.”

As Zenberu finished speaking, his fingers finally slipped out of her, and Crusch breathed out a sigh of relief. That relief was followed by a wave of shame when he held his hand up in the air for the Red Eyes to see. Even in the flickering light of the torches, it was clear that his fingers were absolutely soaked with her fluids, beads of the stuff rolling down his arm and glittering like diamonds in the firelight. Concrete evidence of exactly how much she’d enjoyed it.

His arm released its grip around her torso, letting her to drop to the ground. Unprepared for the sudden release, Crusch’s legs crumpled beneath her, and with her arms tied behind her, she couldn’t catch herself with her hands. Her knees hit the ground first, keeping her backside raised into the air. Her jaw was next, slamming against the dirt with enough force to send her into a daze.

When she blinked away the stars and recovered a few seconds later, she could see the rest of the Red Eye tribe looking down at her with expressions of horror, all directed at her. With the way Zenberu had turned her into such a public spectacle, every waking moment accompanied by at least one set of eyes taking in her perverted state, she didn’t think anything of it. It took her a moment before she started to wonder what it was that had caught their attention.

Then, as awareness of her situation came back to her, she realised what it was. Her tail was raised up, presenting herself for Zenberu. She’d had to do it so many times that baring her holes for use by another male was something that she didn’t even need to think about, her body acting on its own whenever the opportunity presented itself.

While that was a reflex that’d served her well in the land of the Dragon Tusk, back here, it was perhaps the most blatant sign of exactly how far she’d fallen. Even in the presence of her friends, family, and the rest of her tribe mates, she couldn’t rein in her desire to be used and bred by Zenberu.

That desire wasn’t left unfulfilled for long. Once he was sure all the Red Eyes had seen Crusch offer herself, he dropped down onto all fours over top of her, angling himself so that his cock pressed up against her entrance. She was soaking wet, and so was he, a spurt of pre drooling out of him and into her to mix with her fluids before dripping out from between her lips and rolling down the scales of her belly.

She shuddered. Part of her wanted him to stop, but another part was fixated with the way Zenberu beat down his enemies and took what he wanted. How he’d taken her, night and day, over and over. And now, the way he’d tied her up and proclaimed that to everyone she knew, told them that she was nothing more than something for him to fuck and pump eggs into.

Despite the revulsion it no doubt would’ve incited in her past self, that part of her now dearly wanted to live up to her title.

So, without a word of protest from her, Zenberu thrust forward. His dick was enormous, large even given his size, but she’d had plenty of practice taking it in the past and had been warmed up well by his fingers. Her body opened readily to welcome him, and he’d managed to shove a good half of himself inside of her before the tightness of her body forced him to stop.

As Zenberu jammed himself inside of her, Crusch let out a high, warbling sound. Although it was choked with emotion, there was no trace of pain in it. It was a mating cry. While hearing such a thing from their former chieftain was enough to shock plenty of the Red Eyes, drawing gasps or worried chatter from a number of them, Zenberu wasn’t surprised. He’d heard it plenty of times before, ever more frequently as he continued to use and train his mate.

Regardless of how much he heard it, though, it always satisfied him. Zenberu pulled back and thrust forward again, burying another few inches inside of his mate. Crusch let out a squeak and clenched down around him, milking a spurt of pre from his cock. She could feel the liquid heat of it working its way into her, and the sensation was enough to make her tail flick.

Crusch looked up. She could see the rest of the Red Eye tribe looking down at her, in shock and horror at what she’d become.

She didn’t know what the appropriate response was, so she just decided to show them how she truly felt. Her mouth widened in the largest smile she could muster, and she managed to hold it for a few seconds before another thigh-slapping thrust from Zenberu drove it from her face, replacing it with a tongue-lolling look of pleasure.

Her eyes flicked away from the crowd, over to where Shasuryu was standing. He seemed to be having a bit of his own fun, his hand buried between his legs. His fingers weren’t wrapped around his shaft, though: instead, they were buried inside him, shoved up to the third knuckle as he worked them in and out of his slit.

Such a thing didn’t surprise her. Zenberu had ordered him to do it so many times before while he fucked her that Shasuryu didn’t even need to be told to do it anymore, though she wasn’t sure whether he did it because it was expected of him or because legitimately enjoyed it. Whatever the case, the result was the same. If he didn’t like it now, it was only a matter of time before he taught himself to. His devotion to Zenberu even outshone her own.

But she didn’t get long to take in the sight. His breath hot and heavy against her ear, Zenberu let out a deep growl before dropping out of all-fours and laying himself over top of her, the weight of his body pressing harshly onto her back while his cock remained rooted deep inside her. He planted one hand on the back of her head, grinding her face into the grass as he started pounding into her even faster, his new position meaning that she could feel his entire body moving against hers with every thrust.

While she was overwhelmed by that, whimpering and drooling onto the ground as he railed her, Zenberu turned his head over his shoulder and barked out a few words. “Take them!”

Crusch heard more than saw what happened next. There was the sound of footsteps rushing forward from behind them and then past them, onward towards the rest of the Red Eyes. That was quickly followed by the sounds of conflict and struggle, fists thudding against bodies and shouts of some lizardmen making a last-ditch effort to resist or escape.

When Zenberu released his grip on Crusch’s head and she was able to look up, those sounds had already passed. They were replaced by the tearing of fabric, which she could see was from the Dragon Tusk ripping the clothes away from the Red Eyes they’d pinned to the ground. Some of them continued to cry out and try to pry their way free of their attackers’ grips, but all that did was draw bitter laughter from them and yet rougher treatment as they continued to strip their victims down to bare scales.

Then, one by one, shouts of struggle transformed into screams of terror and pain as the Dragon Eye began to do as they’d been ordered. Men and women alike were pinned down and penetrated, crying out their horror as they were taken by their enemy, often in ways that their body wasn’t even designed for. To the Dragon Tusk, a man’s slit was just as good as a woman’s. More than likely a habit that they’d picked up from Zenberu.

A few feet away from her, one of the younger and more handsome men of the village had drawn more than his fair share of attention. He had one warrior on either end of him, one plugging his mouth and the other his tailhole, both of them thrusting into him in tandem while he writhed and slapped his tail against the earth between them. 

Though it was difficult to make out from the position she was looking at him from, Crusch could see something from around his thigh. A flash of pink, moving up towards his belly before disappearing a second later. Then, the lizardman taking his ass jerked his leg back in an effort to get a better angle, unintentionally granting her a clear view of what it was: his cock, completely free of his slit and slapping up against his belly with every thrust from the two lizardmen fucking him.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed. Crusch could hear the two Dragon Tusk laughing over it, jeering about what a slut he was. She was sure that he would’ve been grimacing about it if his attention wasn’t devoted to trying to keep up with the treatment he was getting, hands gripped around the hips of the lizardman in front of him and holding on for dear life as his mouth was used as nothing more than a hole to fuck. Gags and coughs slipped out of him whenever the lizardman mounting his face drew back for another thrust, only to be silenced as his throat was filled once more with gods knew how many inches of lizard cock.

Though the one using his ass was no slouch, either. Not having to worry about whether or not the one he was fucking was able to breathe gave him a lot of leeway, and he was making full use of it. Even with the din of all the shouting, screaming, and sex surrounding her, she could still make out the sounds of his thighs slapping against the Red Eye’s ass. Rivulets of pre drooled out of his tailhole, splattered and flicked about with every movement the Dragon Tusk made.

A woman next to him was undergoing even worse, laid out on the ground with three men clustered around her, pounding every hole she had that they could manage to cram themselves into. One was underneath her, pounding up into her ass; another was on all fours over top of her, matching the other’s thrusts as he rammed himself into her pussy. The third was on his knees by her head, leisurely fucking her throat as he watched the proceedings.

The other two were not nearly as forgiving. Their motions were hard and fast, coordinated just enough that they slammed into her at the same time. She jerked and thrashed about between them, but with three separate pairs of arms pinning her down, she wasn’t able to gain an inch of freedom.

She did, however, gain the amusement of the three using her. They laughed at her struggles, slapping and pinching at her body to see what kind of reaction they could draw from her, seeing just how much it would take to grind her resistance to dust. To her credit, she was a resilient one—no matter what they did to her, that spark of dissent never seemed to fade. Unfortunately, all that did was make them try twice as hard to snuff it out.

While her will might’ve been indomitable, her body was not. Eventually, the unending rape combined with the battering got to her. With one solid punch to the gut, the energy was driven out of her. She went limp in their arms, nothing more than a toy for them to fuck and use.

Crusch watched it all as best she could, though with her face pressed against the dirt and her eyes starting to unfocus from the sheer strength Zenberu was fucking her with, it was admittedly difficult to make out all the details. Everything seemed to blend together into an indistinguishable yet familiar blur of faces. People she knew, liked, and loved, all getting subjected to the exact same treatment that she’d been receiving for weeks on end. Throughout it all, Crusch could hear faint moans of pleasure start to mingle with all the sounds of pain and sorrow, slowly but steadily growing in intensity. 

By the time the night had worn down and the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, things were finally starting to come to a close. The warriors, along with whatever prisoners they’d laid claim to for the night, were all being rounded up for a debrief before they retired until morning. Though a bit spent from the night’s activities, the Dragon Tusk seemed none the worse for wear. Unsurprisingly, morale was at its peak.

None of which could be said for the Red Eyes. Not a woman was left without cum dripping out of them, rolling down their thighs and along their tails. The only way any of them would escape pregnancy was by being completely infertile, but even that wouldn’t save them from being used. Crusch was sure that there were plenty of men among the Dragon Tusk who would love a woman they could use over and over again without having to worry about eggs.

The men were much the same, a mixture of oozing slits, filled tailholes, or more often, both. But whether it was one hole or two, all of them shuffled around with awkward motions, fucked hard enough that every movement was uncomfortable. 

Regardless of gender, all of them had scales mottled with bruises from the rough treatment they’d received and splattered with white from treatment that was equally rough, but in an entirely different way. For some, the night had been nothing but endless pain, a waking nightmare. For a surprisingly large number, though, there’d been pleasure. In spite of the violence and shame, they’d cum from being used by their enemy, some of them multiple times.

Crusch smiled. Whatever fear she’d had for exposing her tribe to this was gone. While they were all still sheepish and unwilling to admit how much they’d enjoyed themselves, that would pass in time. They’d all grow to love it, just as she had.

They had no choice.

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Last night’s raid had been successful, and as such, Zenberu was celebrating his success with his two favourite slaves the only way he knew how.

Zenberu huffed air through his nostrils, letting out a low rumble, and Shasuryu could feel the flesh on his neck prickle where hot breath washed over it. Every noise the chieftain made vibrated in his chest, and his body pressed against Shasuryu’s back sandwiched him against the wall of the hut.

That pressure was lifted for a moment as Zenberu drew himself back, only to return as he slammed forward again a second later, his thighs coming against Shasuryu’s with a loud slap. The strength of it was enough to drive Shasuryu’s hips forward, drawing a choked gurgle from Crusch between his legs, her mouth was filled with his cock purely from the force of Zenberu’s fucking.

Shasuryu sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of the hot tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, rubbing back and forth along it in an effort to pleasure him, and was rewarded with a noseful of air thick with the scent of sex. The loincloth tied around his muzzle made sure of that, ensuring both that his noise was kept to a minimum and that his nostrils were constantly burning with the spicy aroma of his master’s musk.

“Take it,” Zenberu said, whispering the words in a low purr right into Shasuryu’s ear. Shasuryu gave only a muffled moan in response, cock throbbing as a fresh jet of pre was milked out of him and into Crusch’s mouth. The stuff dribbled out the sides of her muzzle, coming out in such quantities that she couldn’t keep up with it, especially considering the speed Shasuryu was ramming her face with. It was like he was a puppet, made to fuck Crusch’s mouth with every bit of strength Zenberu was fucking him with, and she knew from experience that Zenberu never held back.

With both hands gripped around the base of his tail, Zenberu continued slamming in and out of Shasuryu’s asshole, drops of fluid flicking about between his legs from the rapid pace he was setting. Shasuryu could feel them splatter across his thighs, and when Zenberu gave a particularly strong thrust, they even reached as far as Crusch’s chest and joined the trails of Shasuryu’s pre already covering it. Crusch hardly noticed it, of course. She was far too preoccupied with trying to please the male above her, relaxing her throat for him to use and lashing her tongue along whatever parts of his cock she could reach.

Zenberu’s mouth hung partly open, drool trickling out over his lips and onto Shasuryu’s shoulder. His breath came in short, fast pants, every one of them sending a wash of heat over Shasuryu’s cheek. It was remarkably similar to Shasuryu’s own breathing, the only difference being that every time he inhaled, he was getting another blast of Zenberu’s scent. It burned in his nostrils, filled his head. No matter where he looked, Zenberu was everywhere: in his nose, groping his body, pounding under his tail. It was inescapable.

Not that Shasuryu would want to escape it. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Still holding out?” Zenberu asked, before leaning in to deliver a lick to Shasuryu’s neck. His tongue traced the faded lines of a scar there, a mark of an old mating bite he’d delivered. A permanent, physical sign of his ownership. Shasuryu shuddered at the pressure dragging across his scales; it was nearly enough to push him over the edge right then and there. “Good. I don’t want you cumming before I do.”

Shasuryu mumbled some incoherent response through the loincloth around his muzzle, but Zenberu didn’t bother trying to decipher it. Instead, he shifted his grip, hands moving from Shasuryu’s tail to his chest and face. One wrapped around his muzzle, whereas the other pressed him back against Zenberu, holding their bodies tight together while his fucking switched gears into shorter, even more powerful thrusts. Every one of those thrusts pushed Shasuryu’s hips forward into the head buried between his thighs, Crusch dutifully working at pleasuring him even as she choked and gagged from the way he was violently jamming himself in and out of her mouth. 

It was too much. The way Zenberu brutally pounded his tailhole with no regard for his pleasure was, as always, exactly what he needed. Nothing excited him more than being used by his master like he was nothing more than a cheap hole to fuck. That, combined with the feeling of Crusch’s throat clenching down around his cock as she tried desperately to keep up with the pace Zenberu was setting, was sending him hurtling towards his peak.

But Zenberu reached it first. Letting out a mighty roar, he threw himself forward, the scales of his groin slapping against Shasuryu’s ass as he drove his knot inside his bitch. Shasuryu’s ears rang from the noise, and his entire body felt like it was being crushed under Zenberu’s weight squishing him up against the wall of the hut. Zenberu’s knot swelled to its full size inside him, stretching him even wider than he was already and forcing a pained whine from his bound muzzle...

Only for that whine to take on a distinctly different tone as Zenberu’s dick throbbed inside him, knot pulsing against his insides, firing that first rope of hot cum into his guts. It still hurt, of course—Zenberu was too big for it not to—but the pain of it was overshadowed by the feeling of that cock pulsing inside of him, each time bringing with it another wave of cum shooting deep inside him.

It all felt amazing, of course, but it was perhaps outdone by the mental aspect of it. The knowledge that he’d brought Zenberu to orgasm was enough to rival any physical pleasure he was experiencing.

Whatever the case, the end result was the same. After two jets of the larger lizardman’s seed had shot into him, that alone enough for him to feel it settling inside him, the whine he was making shifted into a croon of delight. His body clenched down around Zenberu’s shaft, milking him for his seed, and his cock twitched in Crusch’s mouth. Picking up on what was about to happen, she pushed her muzzle forward until her nose was butting up against his pubic bone, her lips pressed up against those of his slit.

The first burst of seed to come out of him was typical. Somewhat voluminous, given that Shasuryu was a bit more productive than most, but nothing Crusch couldn’t handle. She’d gotten plenty of experience servicing males orally during her time with the Dragon Tusk. So, she swallowed it down and kept up her position between her thighs, expecting more of the same.

But she didn’t get it. The next throb of Shasuryu’s cock brought with it an even larger amount of seed than before, forced out of him by the swollen knot pressing against his prostate. Crusch gulped it down, but another followed on its heels, larger still. Then another. Crusch was finding it difficult to keep up, the amount of cum Shasuryu was putting out far exceeding anything she’d seen him produce before. When she felt it backing up and threatening to gush out of her nostrils, she pulled off of him, coughing up what remained in her throat while what was left in her mouth drooled out over her chin.

Zenberu watched the whole thing unfold from over Shasuryu’s shoulder with an amused smirk on his face. He was even moved to chuckle when Shasuryu’s cock throbbed one last time after she pulled off him, painting her face with a rope of his cum while she continued to hack and wheeze with white-streaked saliva dripping out of her mouth and all over her front.

While Crusch struggled to clear her airway, Zenberu grabbed Shasuryu by the hips and planted his feet firmly on the ground to his sides. Shasuryu, having gained enough experience to know exactly what was coming, clenched his hands into fists and grit his teeth as tightly as he could. It didn’t help; despite his best efforts, he couldn’t suppress the sharp yip of pain that tore through him as Zenberu yanked his hips back, ripping his knot free of his tailhole in one violent motion. The rest of his shaft was quick to follow, leaving Shasuryu’s ass gaped and already starting to drool cum.

“You never cease to entertain me, pet,” Zenberu said, watching the way Shasuryu slumped against the wall in front of him, shaking and gasping as he attempted to catch his breath. He laid a hand on the smaller lizardman’s side, stroking up and down along the scales there and enjoying the shudder that always worked its way through him whenever he did. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Crusch looked up, finally having managed to clear her throat enough to breathe, and was met by Zenberu’s familiar toothy grin. She’d been paying some level of attention to what he was saying, and considering the circumstances, she had very little doubt of exactly what kind of reward he had in mind.

And she was eager for it, considering the blowjob alone had gotten her wet to the point that she could feel herself dripping onto the floor. But before she could say as such—barely after she’d had time for a smile to break out across her face—Zenberu was already lunging for her, shoving Shasuryu off to the side and out of the way. His legs still shaky and unstable, he tumbled to the floor, landing on his ass with a thud. The rough impact to what was already a sore area had him hissing in discomfort.

But Zenberu didn’t offer him a sideways glance, his focus having totally shifted to Crusch. His arms grabbed her from under the shoulders and lifted her up off her feet, drawing her in close until her chest was pressed up against his. His eyes stared into hers, green boring into red, hers aching with anticipation and the need to serve while his showed only hungry desire, the kind that wouldn’t take no for an answer.

His snout pushed forward, enveloping hers without any warning. Crusch, quick to react, opened her mouth just in time for Zenberu’s tongue to push its way past her lips. It was thicker than her own, and the way it wrapped around her own and wrestled with it oozed power and superiority, just like every part of him did.

Being used by someone as utterly masculine as Zenberu drove her wild. She let out a soft moan into his muzzle, legs kicking where they hung in the air, clear drips of fluid rolling down her thighs as he invaded her mouth. She was helpless to resist, her own tongue pushed off to the side save for when he saw fit to toy with it using his own, his saliva quickly becoming all that she could taste.

And hell if there wasn’t a lot of it. Zenberu’s kissing was as savage as it was possessive, his drool smearing across her lips and drops of it rolling down the underside of her chin. He had no concern for holding back or keeping things clean, only for satisfying his own desires as quickly and as thoroughly as possible. Crusch had to gulp down their mixed saliva or else risk choking on it, even with all of it that managed to leak out around the imperfect seal of their lips and roll down along her neck.

When Zenberu finally broke the kiss and pulled back, a couple strings of saliva still stretched between them, it was a relief. Not for any lack of enjoyment on her part—the blush burning across her face and her open-mouthed panting were more than enough evidence of that. Their breath mixed together between them, his eyes staring with razor sharpness into her own blurry and unfocused pair.

No, it was just that after having a kiss like that, she wanted—needed—more. She sometimes remembered that, not so long ago, those kisses filled her with nothing but disgust. The thought would make her laugh if she wasn’t completely overwhelmed by the need to be fucked, to be bred right then and there.

Zenberu, easily discerning what she felt from the expression on her face, huffed a breath through his nose in amusement. Then, his eyes flicked from hers to the ground behind her, finally deigning to look at Shasuryu. He’d pushed himself into a sitting position on the floor, staring up at them as if he were transfixed with one hand between his legs. His fingers were playing with his slit even as his cock jutted out of it, already recovered and ready for more purely from the sight of the two of them kissing.

Zenberu grinned at him from over Crusch’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but that wasn’t the reward.”

Before Shasuryu could ask what he meant, Zenberu stepped forward, letting go of Crusch as he did. Shasuryu tried to move out of the way, but was only able to move his hand away from his groin before she landed on top of him. Her tail smacked across his chest, and while it had enough heft to it to leave him stinging where it’d hit, that wasn’t the focus of his attention.

That honour belonged to what was below the tail. Her ass had landed directly in his lap, his cock grinding under the weight of her body as she shifted around to catch her balance. He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth at the sensation. The amount of times he’d been allowed to actually use his dick could be counted on one hand, Zenberu far preferring to have him be penetrated than do any penetrating himself. The feeling of that part of him finally getting some attention, even if it wasn’t intentional, was enough to light a fire inside him and have him breathing even heaver than he already was.

Still, he didn’t dare go any further without express permission. He turned his gaze upward, looking towards Zenberu for instruction, Crusch doing much of the same.

Zenberu looked down at them, and couldn’t help but be reminded of a pair of dogs, flashing him their most pathetic faces in hopes of being given some scrap of food. He couldn’t think of a more appropriate look for them. After taking a moment to enjoy the sight, Zenberu spoke. “Go ahead. Use her ass.”

Shasuryu practically leapt at the invitation. Acting with a speed that completely belied his earlier hesitation, he grabbed Crusch’s hips and lifted her up, giving him the room he needed to angle himself properly and align the head of his cock with her tailhole. His movements had a kind of energy similar to Zenberu’s, but there was a key difference between them. Zenberu moved with haste and brashness the way he did because that was the way he liked things, whereas Shasuryu rushed through things because he didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity he’d been given.

To Crusch, the one having her body slammed down into Shasuryu’s lap while his thighs came up to meet her, the difference was difficult to detect. His cock, even if it wasn’t quite as large as Zenberu’s, moved with all the same speed and strength that could only come from burning desire. That was more than enough to have her squirming in his grip, tail thrashing along his chest in pleasure.

Though her gaze, of course, was still firmly set upward, staring at Zenberu with bleary eyes as Shasuryu started to pound at her ass as if his life depended on it. Zenberu still had the same amused grin as before plastered across his face. The only difference being that, over the course of watching them, he’d regained his erection. It jutted out from between his legs, already starting to leak drops of pre, clearly ready for another go.

Zenberu stepped forward, quickly obscuring her view of his face with one of his groin. His cock ground against the front of her muzzle, right against her nostrils, filling her nose with the scent of his musk. It was powerful, instantly snuffing out any traces of Shasuryu that might’ve been left behind and replacing them with his own mark. Even though she’d experienced it countless times before, it was still enough to make her head spin. In spite of the rough, callous way he treated her, even the smell of Zenberu was enough to get her blood boiling. Not even ‘in spite of’—more ‘because of.’

Shasuryu, meanwhile, was taken somewhat off guard by Zenberu’s appearance. He stared up at the face leering down at him from across Crusch’s back, and the sight was even enough to slow his thrusting, if not stop it entirely.

“Apologies, I’m not the type to sit back and watch like you are,” Zenberu said, grabbing the back of Crusch’s head and grinding it harder against himself. She let out a moan, louder than anything Shasuryu had managed to get out of her, bringing with it hot breath that washed over Zenberu’s shaft and made his grin even wider. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I join in.”

Shasuryu didn’t answer. It was just as well, because Zenberu didn’t bother waiting for a response, just dropped down to his knees and pressed his snout up against Crusch to ensnare her in another kiss. Her sounds shot up in intensity as she did, both from his tongue invading her mouth and from the feeling of his cock pushing between her thighs and pressing up against the entrance it found there. Every one of Shasuryu’s thrusts, now returned to their former speed, pushed her body up against it.

It was never enough to do anything more, though, only to tease her with the tantalizing prospect of penetration. Crusch let out a desperate whimper into Zenberu’s mouth, shifting herself as far forward as the cock rooted in her ass would allow in an attempt to get him inside of her.

Thankfully, Zenberu had no more desire to drag things out than she did. After a moment more of grappling with her tongue, he pulled himself away from her lips, staring into her eyes with a suave look on his face. Then, his hands shooting out and clasping around her hips, he swung his hips forward.

Within moments, Crusch found herself speared on his dick, stretched almost agonizingly wide and penetrated deeply enough that she swore she could feel him in her stomach. At first, all she could do was suck in a sharp breath, a few seconds passing before she was finally able to release it as an ecstatic scream.

No other man had ever been able to fill her as good as Zenberu, and she couldn’t even feel the start of his knot yet. She was already craving to feel the end of it.

But Zenberu didn’t stop there. With his dick still halfway sheathed inside her, he pushed her back, shoving her against Shasuryu. The two of them let out simultaneous yelps of surprise as Zenberu send them toppling backwards, landing flat on the ground on top of one another with a thump. Zenberu dropped onto all fours over top of her, shoving another inch of himself into her while staring down into her face.

“Time we got things going,” Zenberu growled, words overshadowed by the sounds of Crusch’s wild moaning. Underneath the two of them, Shasuryu continued to hump up into Crusch’s ass, nearly crushed under their weight and severely limited in his range of motion but still intent on satisfying himself nonetheless. That was made even more difficult as Zenberu pulled his hips up and then slammed them back down again, finally starting to truly fuck Crusch.

The air was quickly filled with a swirling mixture of sounds: the slapping of Zenberu’s groin against Crusch’s, the deep grunts of effort he let out as he fucked her, the quieter and breathier noises Shasuryu made from underneath them, but above all, the cacophony of noise Crusch let out as she was taken from both ends at once. She’d always been a loud one ever since she was first captured, but unlike then, every one of those noises was one of pure enjoyment.

“M-master,” Crusch choked out between gasps for breath, one of the first coherent words she’d managed to form since they’d first started using her. Her arms moved through the air, shaking like grass in the breeze, and wound themselves tight around Zenberu’s back. He let out a pleased churr and buried his snout in the crook of her neck, his pounding getting even more forceful as he did so.

Beneath the two of them, Shasuryu wheezed, drowning in the pleasure of Crusch’s inner walls clenching around him even as he struggled to breathe under her and Zenberu’s combined weight. His tail slapped the ground behind them, like some silent cry for freedom—or, more likely, a sign of pleasure. Despite how uncomfortable the whole thing was, Shasuryu wouldn’t change a thing about it even if given the chance. He was getting to fuck something, and pleasing Zenberu in the process.

What more could he ask for?

As time wore on, the difficulty of keeping track of it while being taken by two men at once aside, Crusch started to feel something. A bulge at the base of Zenberu’s cock, slamming against her folds with every stroke of his hips, each time swelling slightly larger: his knot was starting to inflate. His breathing changed, getting shorter and faster, mirroring the pace of his thrusts. There was no doubt about it, he was definitely getting close.

Which is why she was so caught off guard when, with a moan louder than any noise he’d made up to that point, Shasuryu thrust up into her until his groin was flush against the base of her tail. She was so focused on Zenberu, she’d almost forgotten Shasuryu was there at all, other than as a stretching sensation under her tail. Now, she could feel him twitching and pulsing inside her, ready to blow.

And with one particularly powerful throb, he did. A jet of cum shot through him and up into her, filling her insides with liquid heat, before another one came right on its heels. Shasuryu, even though he’d cum down her throat and all over her face less than an hour before, was still as productive as ever. His hands clutched at her tail as he rode out his orgasm, squeezing down tight on it as he continued to shoot rope after rope of seed inside of her.

Throughout it all, Crusch could feel his knot twitching inside her, but it only seemed to grow a fraction of an inch before shrinking again. It was as if it wanted desperately to inflate, but simply wasn’t able to. It’d been like that ever since his second week under Zenberu’s care. Crusch suspected it was the way Zenberu used his slit that’d done it, that it’d somehow broken something inside of him.

But Crusch’s thoughts didn’t linger on that too long. Something far more pressing drew her attention.

His thrusting having reached a fever pitch, Zenberu threw his head forward, mouth open wide. His mark quickly became clear: the area where Crusch’s neck met her shoulder, his jaws clamping down on it hard enough for his teeth to dig into her scales. She let out a sharp hiss, this one noticeably pained, but made no move to escape the bite. It would’ve been useless to even try. It was best to let Zenberu do what he wanted.

After all, he could do what he wanted with his woman.

With Crusch secured in the grip of his mating bite, Zenberu finally decided to finish. He slammed himself forward, grinding the bulge of his half-swollen knot again Crusch’s cunt, and the pained hissing she was letting out took on a distinctly more pleasured tone. She could feel herself stretching uncomfortably wide to make room for his knot, true, but that wasn’t an altogether terrible sensation. 

Even if it were, though, she’d still be making the exact same sounds. As good as being knotted by Zenberu was, the physical pleasure she felt was just icing on the cake. The real reward was serving Zenberu, taking every last inch of him and having him cum inside her until he was satisfied.

Which was exactly what was going to happen. Letting out a growl from around a mouthful of scales, Zenberu jerked himself forward, shoving his hips forward sharply. That was enough to force his knot in up to the midpoint, stretching Crusch the widest she’d been stretched thus far while simultaneously driving his cock even deeper inside her.

And once she’d reached its widest point, the rest of it followed with ease. The remainder of it slid inside her, ushered along by Zenberu, until the head of his dick was pressed flush against the entrance to her womb and the lips of her cunt were wrapped around the root of his cock. Once her body was clutching every part of his knot in a tight, velvety grip, his bite tightened and his knot began to swell.

But he didn’t stop moving. As that bulge of flesh locking them together grew to its full size, he continued rocking his hips in short, sharp jerks, drawing gasps and whimpers out of Crusch with every motion. He had less than an inch of space to work with, joined as they were, but he was clearly intent on making as much use of it as he could. He bore down on her with even more weight, crushing Crusch into Shasuryu below her until he could hear the air squeezed out of his lungs, thrusting faster and faster as he did.

Finally releasing his jaw’s grip on Crusch’s shoulder, Zenberu reared his head back and let out a mighty roar. Crusch joined in with a scream of her own, albeit one significantly higher pitched, feeling his cock pulse powerfully inside her and her own body instinctively tighten up around him in response. Then, when it throbbed again, what she’d been waiting for finally came.

A load of cum burst into her, splattering against her cervix with enough strength to leak inside of it, filling her as deeply as possible with the heat of his seed. More and more of it shot into her, what wasn’t pumped into her womb backflowing into her tunnel, so much of it that not even that enormous knot could keep it all contained. Ever increasing amounts of the stuff packed inside her, until her screaming choked itself out as her whole body suddenly clamped down on the two cocks inside her, a powerful shudder rolling down her spine. Clear droplets rolled down their scales from where their groins met as Crusch came, mingling with the white of the cum that was now starting to ooze out of her.

Before she could recover from the overwhelming orgasm she’d just experienced, Zenberu was moving again, one arm looping around her back to hold her tight against his chest as he pushed himself up to his feet. Shasuryu’s cock was tugged free from her ass in the process, a trickle of his cum immediately starting to drool out of her now gaped hole, and Zenberu’s dick shifted around inside her with every motion that he made. It was all enough to make her gasp and whimper, the sensitivity of her body after her orgasm brought into stark focus.

“You!” Zenberu said, attention now shifted back to Shasuryu. He was laid flat on his back still, his softening cock resting against his stomach and his chest heaving as he finally caught his breath after being crushed for so long, but all it took was that one word for him to spring to attention. Struggling to push himself up onto his hands and knees, Shasuryu looked up, eyes lidded with fatigue but locked on Zenberu’s nonetheless as he awaited instruction.

“Come clean up this mess.” Zenberu spread his legs wider and lifted Crusch higher off the ground, offering Shasuryu easy access to where his cock was lodged inside her, her folds soaked with a mix of her own fluids and his cum. “Just because I give you a little reward doesn’t mean you can slack off from your duties.”

To his credit, Shasuryu listened and obeyed. As soon as he’d been ordered to, he crawled over and knelt down at Zenberu’s feet, burying his snout between his superior’s thighs. His tongue slipped out from between his lips, briefly dipping into Zenberu’s slit to gather up what fluids were trapped inside it before curling around the root of his cock, gathering up whatever he could reach so he could scoop it into his mouth and swallow it down before coming back for more.

But as diligent as his efforts were, they weren’t enough to satisfy Zenberu. Steadying Crusch with one hand, he reached down with the other and grabbed Shasuryu by the back of the head, driving his face forward into their joined crotches. His nose ground against Crusch’s ass while his own cum dripped out of her and down along the bridge of his muzzle.

He did his best. He licked and lapped until his tongue ached and he could hardly hold his jaw open, until he couldn’t find a spot of liquid beside his own saliva and what his cleaning was drawing out of Crusch, but it wasn’t enough for Zenberu. So Shasuryu kept it up, not resisting against the grip of Zenberu’s hand even as the exhaustion of all the non-stop sex started to catch up with him.

Though even when Shasuryu went limp in his grasp, it still took Zenberu a good minute before he finally relented and let go of his head, letting the unconscious lizardman drop to the floor.

“Oh well,” Zenberu said, looking down at Shasuryu from over Crusch’s shoulder, “I guess he’s down for the count.

“But,” Zenberu said, turning his attention back over to Crusch and bringing his face an inch from hers, “that doesn’t mean we can’t have plenty of fun together. We have the whole night.” He rubbed a hand over her gravid stomach, made ever so slightly rounder now that it was packed with his cum on top of their eggs.

Despite the ache in both her holes, she was looking forward to it.

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Hours later, midnight had finally struck, the moon hanging high in the sky. The fun had died down as the night wore on, as even though Zenberu was more than willing to keep going until the sun came up, he could tell that his slaves were getting a bit fatigued. While his concern for them was often brought into question, one thing was for certain: it was far less entertaining to mate with someone who was unconscious. Therefor, a rest was in order.

Whatever his reasoning, they were making the most of it. Crusch was curled up with Zenberu on the bed, her master curled up around her back with an arm draped over her side, hugging her close to his body. Shasuryu was curled up at the foot of the bed, asleep and looking quite comfortable despite his less than ideal sleeping arrangements. He’d gotten used to it.

Everything seemed rather serene after the evening of non-stop, raucous sex that’d preceded it. It might’ve even stayed that way, had the soft sound of something cracking and tinkling not stirred them from their slumber.

Zenberu was the first to wake. He laid there for a moment longer, but it was clear that whatever was making the noise clearly wasn’t going to stop. Letting out a low chuff, he raised his head off his pillow, blinking to clear his eyes and scanning around the room with a quickly diminishing supply of patience for whatever it was that had disturbed his sleep.

But when he saw what it was, that impatience was quickly replaced by excitement, any grogginess that he might’ve had evaporating as he practically leapt out of bed and rushed to the opposite side of the hut.

Crusch, brought back into the waking world by his movements, pushed herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. “Zenberu?” she asked, rubbing at her eyes as she spoke. “What’s going on?”

Zenberu looked back over his shoulder at her, a gleam in his eye visible even in the darkness of the hut, and beckoned her over. “Come here.”

Unwilling to disobey a command from her master and curious on top of that, she got to her feet and shuffled over, past the still-sleeping Shasuryu and over to Zenberu’s side. 

What she saw was enough to make her gasp.

It was her egg—or rather, what was left of it. Crusch had taken it off when they’d gotten back to the hut, placing it in a small pile of straw against the wall. Now, it laid in pieces along the floor, fragments of shell mingling with bits of hay.

And, in the centre of it all, sat a baby lizardman. The shape of his face left no doubt that he was a crocodilian, but his scales were a pale white instead of the typical dark green. As his eyes cracked open for the first time, they could both see that they were a striking shade of red.

Crusch’s hands flew up to cover her mouth, eyes starting to water, overwhelmed and paralyzed by a barrage of emotions that she couldn’t even begin to put words to. Zenberu acted for her, ushering her forward and onto her knees next to him with a hand before gently scooping up the hatchling and holding it out to her. Her arms moved of their own accord, instinctively reaching out to cradle it.

She stared at it, mouth hanging open at the sight of her child looking up at her with curious eyes, the first thing it’d ever see.

“Now you’re truly my mate, forever and always,” Zenberu said, slinging an arm around Crusch’s shoulders and whispering into her ear. “Just think. Our child will grow up in a world with one tribe, all lizardmen united under the Dragon Tusk. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Crusch smiled, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t think of anything better.

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A few years after the raids, the Wetlands were a very different place. The Dragon Tusk, now unrivalled by their strongest enemies and possessed of a sudden abundance of land and resources, quickly moved to fill the void of power they’d created. The remaining, lesser tribes of the Razor Tail and the Small Fang fell quickly. The result was a new, united race of lizardmen, unrecognizable from the splintered and feuding factions that’d preceded it.

For the Dragon Tusk proper, life was similar to what it’d been before. The sudden prosperity was nice, but generally, things went on for them as they always did. But, there were a few rather pleasant additions to their routine.

Walking alongside the Dragon Tusks—or beneath them on their hands and knees, as was quite common—were the remnants of the other tribes. Red Eyes and Green Claws, bound up in harnesses made of either leather straps or corded rope, respectively. It was primarily for aesthetic reasons, serving as an easy way to distinguish them as both slaves and whatever tribe they belonged to at a glance.

Of course, that wasn’t to say they weren’t occasionally, even frequently, used for their original purpose. Seeing a slave lashed to a post and fucked by one of the Dragon Tusk was a daily occurrence, treated as casually as a drink after a long day of work. The Dragon Tusk had never been skittish when it came to sex, and now that there were dozens upon dozens of slaves ready to be used at a moment’s notice, prudishness had become a foreign concept to them.

And with sex inevitably came children. Zenberu, wise in his own right and now with the knowledge of the former enemy tribes’ elders available to him, did not do as some of his men saw fit to do and raise these children as slaves from birth. He had greater reaching plans in mind than an easy source of future servants.

So, some with reluctance but all with undying loyalty to their leader, the Dragon Tusk raised the new additions as they would their own children. And when they finally reached an age where they were able to walk, talk, and play, they began to prove themselves.

Those born of the Red Eye slaves had a natural affinity towards magic, easily producing a number of promising apprentices that painted an encouraging future for the Dragon Tusk’s ranks of druids—a relief, considering their numbers had dwindled so low that it wouldn’t have been unthinkable for magic to have left their tribe entirely.

The Green Claw’s tenacity and inventiveness, the Small Fang’s penchant for ranged weaponry, the Razor Tail’s skill with armour. All of it was taken, knowledge taken from those who possessed it and natural aptitudes passed down into the next generation of Dragon Tusk, all of it serving to further strengthen the bloodline of the only tribe that truly remained.

The male slaves arguably had it easier. They were used just as often as the others, to be sure, and they were granted their fair share of harsh physical labour as well, but that was where things stopped. The women had the constant sex on top of having to deal with the pregnancy that inevitably came as a result. After all, a belly swollen with eggs certainly didn’t stop any of the Dragon Tusk from having their fun.

On top of that, someone had to take care of the children. A female slave’s time was almost entirely taken up by feeding, cleaning, babysitting, or otherwise raising the ever-increasing amounts of younglings running around the camps. Some showed a preference towards the ones they’d personally mothered, but others had already birthed so many that it was difficult for them to keep track, and simply resigned themselves to taking care of whichever ones needed their care at the moment.

The rest of their time was spent partaking in the Dragon Tusk’s favourite pastime. At any moment, they could be pulled away and into a nearby hut by whatever warrior had taken an interest in them. More often, though, they’d do it right where they stood. Even in the middle of caring for her children, a woman would be pushed over and bred right where she stood, fucked snout-first into the dirt only to be discarded in a cum-dripping heap once whatever man had come across her had finished. Oftentimes, she wouldn’t even see his face.

The children of this dark revolution skipped along the roads, played in the fields, and ran along the banks of the river, too young to understand the events that brought about their existence. As far as they knew, this was simply how it’d always been: there were slaves, and there were Dragon Tusk, and they were lucky enough to belong to the latter.

Near the centre of the village, standing in the middle of a doorway of one of the huts, one particular child stood out. He was unique among his peers, for while a wide array of scale colours had cropped up since the raids, he was the only one who didn’t have one. His scales were pure white, bright as snow, with eyes of an equally striking red.

He was mid-stride, about to rush out towards the lakeside, when he suddenly stopped. He stood there a moment, eyes narrowed as if trying to remember something, before they shot open as he remembered what it was. He turned tail, rushed back into the hut, and encircled the lower half of his mother in a surprise hug.

Crusch chuckled, returning the arm with one arm while reaching down and rubbing the top of his head with the other. Ever since that first egg hatched, she’d truly become a mother, and it was better than she could’ve imagined. Carrying his eggs had been one thing, but raising children with Zenberu had taken their relationship to an entirely different level. The only thing that rivalled the affection she had for her children was her burning love for their father.

She tried not to let any of the other slaves look after their children. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them—she was certain they’d do a fine job if given the chance—but she simply didn’t want a single moment she could share with them to escape her.

Perhaps that was selfish. If it was, then so be it. All she wanted was to look after her children in the morning and lay beside her husband at night, and if Zenberu was kind enough to let her have that, then there was no way it could be wrong.

After a few long moments had passed, Crusch decided that enough was enough. Even if she wouldn’t have minded spending hours on end with her arms wrapped around her son, they both had things to do. Finally unwrapping her arms from around him, Crusch gave the boy a few kind words before encouraging him to go off and play with his siblings.

Giving her a firm nod and a wide smile, Zaryusu turned and ran out the hut towards a group of a dozen other lizardmen children, intent on doing just that.