The conquest of the lizardmen had been a complete success. The meagre force they’d mustered to defend themselves, less than a hundred heads large, had all been slain by Cocytus—their chieftains among that number. All but one. Cocytus looked down at the petite albino standing next to him, staring off at the wall of the room with a steely yet forlorn gaze. Crusch Lulu, leader of the Red Eye tribe, though he supposed that the death of every other chieftain now made her the de facto leader of the lizardmen as a whole. Shortly after the battle had concluded, Cocytus had begun arrangements to report back to Ainz, but a thought had occurred to him. If they were to be making any decisions in regards to the fate of the lizardmen, then it would be prudent to have a representative of their species on hand, preferably one that held some measure of power. Thus, he’d fetched Crusch, given that she was nearby and fit the criteria. She had come willingly enough; she was no prisoner. Still, she’d hardly said a word since Cocytus had approached her. Initially, that reaction was no doubt borne of fear, likely suspecting that she was going to meet the same fate as the rest of her fellows. Cocytus had no intention of harming her, and when he’d made that clear and explained what his intentions were, that fear had abated. Yet her words remained in short supply, even though they’d travelled as far as the Monument of Ruin together. Cocytus understood: conversation was typically the last thing one wanted to engage in with someone who’d slaughtered your kin and kith. The silence had given Cocytus time to mull over his own feelings towards her, and he’d found that they weren’t as simple as they should’ve been. The lizardmen were worthy of respect. They were far weaker than him, to be sure, to the point that he’d managed to slaughter them by the score before they’d even come close enough to hit him with their weapons. That, however, was a matter of strength and power. Those things were important, to be sure. The strong had the power to enact their will, and the weak did not. Ultimately, though, those things were irrelevant in terms of respect. Respect came from attitude, the way one approached life and the values one held. In the lizardmen, he’d seen teamwork, honour, and undying courage in the face of an insurmountable threat. Regardless of their ability, every one he’d faced had been a true warrior. That earned—demanded—respect. But now they were all dead, slain by his hand. Cocytus felt no guilt; the lizardmen had known their fate and embraced it gladly. Now, however, he was not in battle. He was in a secluded room in the Monument of Ruin, alone with one of their women, and he was beginning to feel emotions that many among Nazarick doubted he even had. Understandably so. They were feelings that only emerged towards those he deemed worthy, a category few fell into with fewer still being suitable for him to act on such attraction. Crusch fit both categories, and they had at least thirty minutes before anyone bothered them. More than enough time. “Crusch,” Cocytus said. She jumped, as much from the sound of him speaking as from the fact that he knew her name. Cocytus knew far more than that, of course—Ainz’ scrying had given him quite an insight into her life. The memories of the things he’d seen only further stoked his desire. “Yes?” Her tone was respectful enough, not at all aggressive, but she still refused to look at him. Cocytus clicked his mandibles. “Would you like me to get Zaryusu back?” That got her attention. She whipped around to face him, eyes wide, though they quickly narrowed with suspicion as what he’d said sunk in. “Such a thing is impossible. You cut his...” Crusch swallowed heavily, unable to bring herself to say the words, as if addressing what Cocytus had done to Zaryusu would somehow make it more real than it already was. “Perhaps not by me, but Lord Ainz possesses such power,” Cocytus said. “You yourself have seen the magic he wields. Life and death are but toys to him.” Crusch didn’t respond, instead choosing to stare at the floor while her tail whipped back and forth behind her. It would be madness to refuse such an offer if it were true, but something prevented her from agreeing to it, the feeling that there was some unseen catch gnawing at the back of her mind. She was right to think so. “All I would ask in return is to sample your body.” Crusch looked up at him, mouth agape, a blush steadily forming on her face as she realised what it was he was asking. “Y-you don’t mean...” “I do. It is a low price to pay for such a miracle.” “But I—” “I have seen you and Zaryusu together,” Cocytus interrupted. “You are no stranger to such things. I would not be depriving you of any purity, and dead as he is, you need maintain no loyalty to your mate.” Crusch’s jaw fell. She was going to say nothing that would warrant such a reply, but the information that Cocytus had somehow been spying on her... private interactions with Zaryusu immediately pushed whatever it was she was going to say from her mind. Her mouth worked silently as she struggled for an appropriate response. She thought of asking him exactly how it was Cocytus had come across such information, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. All that was important was that he knew, and the only way for him to know such a thing was through magical means—which only gave further support to his claims, of Ainz’ magic being powerful enough to reverse death. If there was even the slightest chance that Ainz did hold such power, could Crusch truly say no if the only cost was her own body? “Alright,” Crusch said, head hanging lower than ever before. “If it’ll bring Zaryusu back, I’ll—” Cocytus didn’t wait for her to finish. As soon as the first word left her mouth, his crotch plates slid apart and he lunged towards her, grabbing her by the wrists and hoisting her up into the air. She let out a cry of surprise, and before it was even finished, he’d used his other two arms to grab her by the ankles as well, prying her limbs apart so that she was spread eagle in mid-air. Crusch turned her face away in shame while Cocytus’ gaze roamed over her, drinking in what her body had to offer. Every part of her was on display, but she could feel his eyes focused most on what laid between her legs. Such a part of her was only meant to be shared with the one she loved, but now she was handing it over on a silver platter to the one who’d slaughtered so many of her people—including her mate. She tried to placate herself with the knowledge that she was doing what she was doing for that very same mate, but the thought did little to placate her. Nevertheless, there was no turning back now. Even if she wanted to, there would be no way to stop Cocytus from taking what he desired. He pulled her close, and while diverting her eyes had prevented her from seeing it, now she could feel the press of his growing erection against her thighs. It was firm, warm... and there were two of them. It took her a moment to process that they were separate pressures against her, and not a single organ. He had two of them, each one alone larger than any lizardman’s. Her mind reeled at the information. Why did he have two? She hadn’t known about that when she said yes. This was unfair. Nobody was supposed to have two. Cocytus looked on with amusement at the look of horror and confusion that had spread across her face, but didn’t spend too long admiring it. They’d made a deal, and he intended to take his payment before it was too late. He only had so long until he was called away, after all, and it wouldn’t be nearly as entertaining if she had time to prepare herself. So once his dicks had slipped entirely out of his slit, he aligned the tip of one of them with her entrance, then jerked her body down onto it. Crusch screamed as Cocytus shoved a third of his cock into her at once, giving her no time to prepare or adjust whatsoever. While part of her was grateful that he hadn’t tried to fit both of them into her at once, most of her was reeling from the stretching she was going through as her body struggled to accommodate his girth. Nobody in the Monument of Ruin came to investigate the noise. They’d all seen Crusch enter the room she was in with Cocytus, which meant she was completely safe—and that any treatment she received was well deserved. Cocytus didn’t care, either. He derived neither pleasure nor annoyance from her screaming; to him, it was merely noise. She could make whatever noises she wanted, as at that moment, he was solely interested in what her lower half had to offer. He pulled her another few inches onto his shaft, managing to fit over half of it into her. The initial sharp wave of pain finally passed, and Crusch was able to rein in her screaming and replace it with more manageable whimpering. She looked down and saw the cock embedded between her legs, throbbing inside her, the other rubbing against her thigh and smearing it with pre. That one allowed her to see exactly how big Cocytus was, and calculate how much of himself he’d managed to cram into her. Even with only part of his cock inside her, he’d already gone deeper inside her than her mate could ever reach. But he went deeper still. A short but loud cry forced its way past her lips as Cocytus yanked her ankles down, forcing her further onto his dick until the lips of her pussy were pressed flush against the base of his cock. When Crusch blinked the tears away from her eyes, she could see a noticeable bulge in her stomach where his dick was lodged inside her. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight, but Cocytus was not nearly so moved. Most every partner he’d had could take one of them, even if it occasionally took a bit of effort to get the last bit of it in. Such a thing was mundane. What he really wanted to know was if she was part of the lucky few who could move beyond that and offer a little bit more. Cocytus started pulling her up, sliding his cock back out of her, and Crusch breathed a sigh of relief at the break she’d been given, however momentary. That sigh turned into a gasp of horror when, once only the head of his member remained inside her, he moved a hand away from one of her ankles to move the head of his other dick into place alongside the first. Crusch screeched and kicked out with her one free leg, trying to wriggle her way out of his grasp. Once he’d finished arranging himself, though, he just grabbed her ankle and jerked it taut once more, stopping her resistance in its tracks. “You agreed to this,” Cocytus said. “Continue resisting, and I will rescind my offer.” That stopped Crusch in her tracks. She truly didn’t think she’d be able to take both of them, but if the only alternative was leaving Zaryusu a corpse, then she had to try. She had to be strong. So she grit her teeth and did her best not to scream when Cocytus shoved himself into her for a second time. She failed by the third inch he forced into her. The pain of being split open by cocks so thick that they were equivalent to three lizardmen was simply too much. She cried and jerked against Cocytus’ hands, but he simply held her there, not letting her have an inch of give. He wouldn’t fault her for such a reaction; he knew it was simply instinctual to try to escape pain. However, that didn’t mean he would stop, either. He would take what was rightfully his. Once the clenching of her muscles had abated somewhat, Cocytus started pulling her down again, feeding both of his dicks into her inch by inch. Crusch’s whimpering was constant now, her breath hitching with barely suppressed sobs, but there was no more screaming. Whether that meant she was adjusting to the pain or merely managing her own reactions to it, Cocytus couldn’t say. Nor did it matter to him. His only goal was to fit both of his cocks inside of her, stretch her out as wide and deep as possible. Then, he could start really using her. It didn’t take long for their hips to meet. For as much of a show as Crusch had put on, her body was entirely capable of taking someone of even his size. She was a stretchy little thing, perfectly suited for use by even the largest males. Cocytus had to wonder how she’d managed to avoid finding a mate before Zaryusu. Though Cocytus’ knowledge of lizardman culture wasn’t complete, he was aware that he was a so-called ‘traveller,’ and that such individuals were not well-respected within their society. How had he ended up being the one to pair with a chieftain? In the end, it didn’t matter. Their relationship as mates would not survive untouched. While he had every intention of honouring his end of the bargain they’d struck, his designs for Crusch stretched further than reviving her fellows and leaving her be. Cocytus raised Crusch up until only the heads of his dicks remained inside her before slamming her down again, the small amount of restraint he’d shown during his initial penetration already used up. While her body was somewhat adjusted to his size, she still wasn’t used to being taken with such violence. She was used to the gentle, tender loving of Zaryusu—Cocytus was enormous, controlling, and didn’t care a blot for her feelings. She let out a mournful cry. As expected, Cocytus didn’t care. His thrusts continued at exactly the same speed as before, giving her voice a shuddering, stilted quality as he slammed himself in and out of her pussy. Precum trickled down her thighs, drooling out of both of his cocks and forcing itself out of her cunt with his every movement. He didn’t last long. Truth be told, Cocytus had been going through something of a dry spell. Perhaps that had contributed to the impetus that’d driven him to broker such a deal with her. The pace of his hips increased in speed and force, the air ringing out with a slap each time their bodies came together, a sound that grew steadily more wet as fluids coated their thighs. It was almost enough to cover up the stream of pained grunts, whines, and hisses that Crusch was constantly producing. She bore with things as best she could, feeling no pleasure of her own that could rise above the pain of being split open by two cocks at once. Cocytus, on the other hand, found himself rapidly approaching his peak—having a partner that could take all of him tended to have that effect. His thrusts became shorter and harder until, finally, Cocytus let out a pleasured groan and slammed himself into Crusch all the way to the hilt. Crusch felt his cocks throb in unison inside her, tips pressing uncomfortably against her cervix, before two bursts of cum shot into her at once. She supposed she should’ve expected it, but distracted as she was simply trying to endure things, Crusch was still caught off-guard by just how much Cocytus was able to produce. Virile as he was, even a single one of his dicks was able to produce enough to put even the best of lizardman to shame, and she was taking the full brunt of both of them. She could feel pressure build in her from a single spurt, and with the second, that pressure was shifted deeper into her as his seed forced its way into her womb. Crusch gasped, then found the breath trapped inside her as her body locked up, leaving her unable to do anything but hang in Cocytus’ grip and shake as he pumped her full of more cum than she’d thought possible. Every drop of it went straight into her womb, filling her until she simply didn’t have the room anymore and it backflowed out of her, leaking out of her packed-full cunt and dribbling onto the floor below. When he’d finally finished, Cocytus yanked himself out of her and released her limbs, letting her drop into a cum-dribbling heap on the floor. Cocytus leaned down, grabbing a hold of her cloak before giving it a sharp yank, snapping its cord and sending the beads attached to it flying. He used it to wipe off the cum clinging to his dicks, thoroughly saturating it with his fluids, before flinging it to the ground beside her with a wet slap. “I’ll keep my word,” Cocytus said, allowing his crotch plates to slide back into place before leaving the room. Crusch laid there, seed gushing out of her and dribbling down her thighs, trying to convince herself that she’d done what she had to do for her mate. With another male’s cum packed deep inside her, though, it was an uphill battle. --- “Cocytus, you fought admirably,” Ainz said, sitting on his throne before the kneeling warrior, surrounded by a ring of other guardians in similar positions. “Thank you very much.” “That being said, what you gave them this time was the stick. From here on, what you must give them is the carrot. You are not to rule through fear.” Cocytus dipped his head in acknowledgment. “I understand.” “Very good. Listen to me, guardians,” Ainz said, turning his attention to the others surrounding him as they raised their heads to look at him. “The rule over the lizardmen villages is assigned to Cocytus. If Cocytus ever requests your support, assist him.” “Lord Ainz,” Cocytus said. “What is to be the fate of those lizardmen?” Ainz turned back to him with a note of confusion. “Those lizardmen...?” “Yes. The ones called Zaryusu and Shasuryu.” Ainz raised a hand to his face, stroking his chin in thought. “Ah, yes. Let’s recover their bodies and use them as subjects in the creation of undead that do not rely on my skill.” “I believe we can do better.” That piqued Ainz’ interest. He’d watched Cocytus’ battle with the lizardmen through his Mirror of Remote Viewing, and the guardian’s victory had been decisive. Nothing about their performance endeared the lizardmen to him. “What do you mean?” “While they may be weak, I saw their fearless warrior spirit. Using them in such a way is a bit of a waste. I believe they have the potential to become stronger than we assume. “Lord Ainz, you have not conducted any experiments in raising the dead. What if you were to use them for that?” Ainz sat silent for a moment, as if processing what he’d just said, and Cocytus briefly worried if he’d overstepped his bounds. Truthfully, Ainz took no offence at his subordinate making a suggestion, but was merely surprised at what had driven it. It seemed to him that Cocytus liked the lizardmen. As for their ‘warrior spirit,’ Ainz could say nothing. While he’d heard of such things through comics and literature, the term held very little meaning for him. At his heart, he was still a salaryman, and a civilian of his old world who held such lofty ideals would likely be pegged as a threat to the state. Though while he couldn’t understand a warrior’s spirit, he had a firm grasp on a bureaucrat’s. “I see. They’re too precious to pass up, then? Is there anyone who can represent the lizardmen villages?” “There was one white Lizardman with druidic powers who did not participate in the fighting.” Ainz’ eyebrows would raise if he’d still had them. He was familiar with the one Cocytus spoke of—overly so, in some ways. “That’s workable. How long will it take for you to bring her here?” “Forgive me, but assuming you would ask that, I have called her to the next room already.” It seemed that Cocytus was full of surprises. Ainz shot a glance over to Demiurge, but the guardian just shook his head. His chest swelled with pride, and the morbid grin his skull always held now had a bit of genuine warmth behind it. “No need to apologize, Cocytus. Wasting time is foolish, and your judgment was correct. Alright, bring her in, then.” “Yes, my Lord.” --- “Tell me your name.” Crusch dipped her head to the ground, prostrating herself before Ainz.“Yes, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, great and supreme King of Death. I am Crusch Lulu, here on behalf of the lizardmen.” That was quite the title. Ainz had to wonder who it was that’d come up with it. Still, it embodied respect, so it was best for him to accept it with all the grace the rank of king entitled. “Thanks for coming.” “Yes, Lord Gown. Please accept the absolute allegiance of the lizardmen.” Ainz gave a hum of acknowledgment and studied the lizardman kneeling before him. She was certainly a unique example of her species. Her scales glittered in the magical light of the hall. As he examined them, he saw that Crusch had begun to shake slightly. As well as he’d performed his role thus far, his instincts were still unused to being a creature of such high rank and power, so it took Ainz a moment to realise what it was that had elicited such a reaction in her. He’d been silent for perhaps half a minute while he looked at her, and to her, those were thirty seconds of the one who held the fate of her entire species in his hand looming over her. While his skeletal appearance might’ve given some the impression that he was a cruel beast, Ainz had no wish to torment those under him, and he spent no more time lording over her silently. “The lizardmen shall live under my banner from this day forth. However, Cocytus will be ruling over you in my place. I trust there are no problems with that?” “No.” “That’s it, then. You may return.” Crusch’s head shot up, eyes wide with surprise. “Eh? May I?” “You may go back for the time being, Crusch Lulu. The lizardmen will soon enter a golden age. Your future generations will give thanks with all their hearts that they were allowed to swear themselves to me.” Her head dropped back down, forehead pressed to the floor. “Thank you, you are too kind. We are already deeply grateful for the mercy you have shown us despite our opposition to a supreme being like yourself.” As she spoke, Ainz rose from his throne and slowly approached her. When Crusch finished speaking, he knelt down next to her and set a hand down onto her shoulder, and he could feel a shiver work its way through her body at his touch. “I have a special request for you,” Ainz said. “If there is anything that I, your loyal servant, can do, Lord Gown, then please ask.” “The idea was not originally mine—but if you agree to my terms, I shall restore Zaryusu to life in exchange.” Crusch slowly raised her head to look up at him, face even paler than usual. So Cocytus had done what he’d promised after all. In the absence of a response from her, Ainz continued. “I am capable of manipulating even life and death. To me, death is nothing more than a state of being.” “Then, what do you desire of me, your loyal slave?” Crusch said, diverting her gaze to the side. “Is it my body?” Ainz less heard and more sensed the barely suppressed anger that emanated from some of the guardians behind him. He himself was dumbfounded that she would think he desired such a thing—that she even thought he was capable, lacking in certain key features as he was. “No, not exactly...” Ainz said, clearing his throat as he recovered himself. “Certainly not. It’s simple. I want you to keep a close watch to ensure that there are no lizardmen who would betray me.” Crusch’s reply was firm and without a hint of uncertainty. “There are no such lizardmen.” Ainz’ eyes flashed. “I am not so foolish as to actually believe that. “Right now, you have a miracle hanging over you. However, that miracle will not necessarily last forever. If you do not seize upon this moment, it will all come to an end.” Crusch didn’t reply and her face remained inscrutable, but Ainz could see that her hands had balled up into fists beneath her. He pressed further. “Crusch, what is the most important thing to you? I want you to think about that. I want you to covertly keep watch on your fellow lizardmen from the inside. “I will cast a special magic spell on Zaryusu when I revive him. If I determine that you have betrayed me, the spell will immediately render him dead. That will bring you grief. “However, it is a small price to pay to have Zaryusu back, isn’t it?” Her face twitched. No such spell existed, of course, but it was clear that his lie was having the desired effect. Just a bit more, and he’d have her where he wanted her. “When Zaryusu is resurrected, I will tell him that he was recalled to life because he was useful to me. I assure you that your name will not be mentioned. “Make your choice, Crusch Lulu. This is the last chance you have to return your beloved Zaryusu to your side. What will you do? Will you seize this opportunity, or abandon it? Decide.” --- “Zaryusu,” Crusch urged, kneeling next to the deceased body of her mate. Ainz watched from a few feet away, a Wand of Resurrection held between his fingers. He’d made use of its magic. All that was left to do was wait. After a few tense seconds of stillness, Zaryusu finally moved. With a groan, his eyes blinked open, taking in the sight of Crusch leaning over him. “Zaryusu!” Crusch cried, flinging herself on top of him and wrapping her arms around his neck in an embrace. “C-Crusch?” Zaryusu said, his voice hoarse and burdened with a lisp. His mouth only moved with great difficulty, not seeming to want to obey his commands. “You were killed, too?” “Eh?” Crusch said, giving him a baffled look. “Hm. You have returned, but must be confused,” Ainz said. “And it appears that some level loss has occurred, as well. I suppose not much has changed after Yggdrasil.” At the sound of that familiar voice, Zaryusu raised himself into a sitting position. His ears were not mistaken: it was Ainz Ooal Gown, the one who’d they’d gone into battle to defeat—now apparently responsible for his renewed existence. A large group of lizardmen had formed around them, looking on with shock and awe at the proceedings. “What in the...?” Zaryusu mumbled. “Zaryusu Shasha. First, allow me to congratulate you on your resurrection.” “Resurrection,” Zaryusu echoed. “Y-you can bring the dead back to life...?” Awed by such power, Zaryusu saw only one appropriate response: he threw himself to the ground at Ainz’ feet. Seeing his intentions, Crusch hastened to do the same. “Great One, I pledge my allegiance. Please accept my eternal loyalty.” “Very good. I promise you that in the name of Ainz Ooal Gown.” “Please grant prosperity for the lizardmen.” “Is that all? I can definitely promise prosperity to all under my rule.” “You have my deepest thanks.” “Hmm, your speech is still faltering. A little rest should remedy that. Rest now. Then speak with Cocytus about what is to follow.” Ainz turned to leave, but before he could, Zaryusu shouted after him.“I pray you, wait. What about Zenberu and my brother?” Ainz turned halfway towards him and gestured towards the outskirts of the village with a flick of his head. “Their bodies should still be around.” “May I ask you to resurrect them?” “Hmm.” Ainz stopped, rubbing the head of the Wand of Resurrection with a thumb as he weighed the possible benefit of such an action. “I don’t see what that will gain me.” “Then, why me? Zenberu and my brother are strong. I’m certain... they could be of use to you. Ainz stared at Zaryusu a moment, studying his face and the desperation in his features, alongside the fear that came with petitioning a being so much more powerful than he was. Eventually, he replied.“I’ll consider it. Keep their bodies safeguarded, I’ll take it under review. Aura, let’s go.” A dark elf girl leapt out from behind Ainz, keeping pace beside him as he turned and made his way towards the village gate. The sound of her voice trailed off into the distance as they left. “That hydra sure is cute, huh?” Finally able to be at ease now that the King of Death had left, Zaryusu let out a sigh and relaxed, leaning against Crusch. “We survived,” “Zaryusu said. “Or came back to life, at least.” She pressed her muzzle against Zaryusu’s, stroking a hand up and down his back.“It’s all right. You can worry about everything later, okay? Right now, you have to rest, and recover your strength.” “Yeah...” Zaryusu said, lowering himself down and laying back on the grass, feeling a powerful wave of drowsiness wash over him.“Then that’s what I’ll do.” --- When Zaryusu woke up again, he was in a different place entirely, what looked like the inside of a hut. From the dim orange colour of the light, undoubtedly that of a torch, he assumed that it was night. No doubt he’d been asleep for some time. He still didn’t feel completely himself, but at the very least, he felt better than he had before. His muscles, while stiff, no longer felt like they were protesting his every movement. Letting out a yawn, he pushed himself up into a sitting position on the bed. “Zaryusu,” came a voice to his right, one that he immediately recognized. He snapped his head towards it, and was greeted to the sight of Shasuryu sitting on a stool by his side, his death having left him looking none the worse for wear. Crusch was seated beside him, smiling. Zaryusu’s happiness at seeing them was somewhat abated when he saw there was a third presence: Cocytus, standing at the far side of the hut. “Zaryusu,” Cocytus echoed, coming closer towards him. “Good to see you well.” “Erm, yes,” Zaryusu said, meeting Cocytus’ gaze with less enthusiasm than he had Shasuryu’s. While there was mutual respect between the two of them as warriors, now in addition to the fellowship that came from serving the same master, Cocytus was still the one who had killed him. It was a difficult thing for a relationship to recover from. A moment of awkward silence passed before Zaryusu decided that if they were to be comrades, he ought to make some effort at softening relations. “Where’s Zenberu and the rest of the chieftains?” “Their status is unchanged,” Cocytus said. “They’ll be dealt with tomorrow. I specifically asked for you two to be revived first.” “I see,” Zaryusu said, exchanging a glance with his brother. He wasn’t sure if holding such high regard in Cocytus’ eyes put him at ease or disquieted him. “Now that you’re both awake, there was something I wanted to discuss,” Cocytus said. “I was impressed by your performance in our battle.” “You were?” Shasuryu said, turning towards him. “Yes. However, I do not think a single fight was enough to fully demonstrate your abilities. I wish to see more.” Shasuryu let out an uncertain hum. “With all due respect, Cocytus, I don’t think—” Cocytus cut him off. “If you are going to object to fighting me, spare your breath. That is not my intention. I have already seen the results of such a battle. “I want to see how you both handle an opponent closer to your own strength. Both of you seem rather evenly matched to me.” “But our resurrection has left us weak,” Zaryusu said, moving into a sitting position on the side of the bed. “I understand this,” Cocytus said, “but I’m not suggesting a fight to the death. I simply want to see both of you spar, unarmed, to give me some measure of your abilities.” Both of them seemed reluctant to agree, so Cocytus continued. “I will remind both of you that Lord Ainz has made your village my responsibility, making refusal to obey me an act of insubordination.” Zaryusu glanced over to where Crusch sat a few feet away. Her experiences under Cocytus had instilled in her an understanding of exactly how futile it was to disobey him, and that was purely from Cocytus’ own actions. Now that all of them were servants of Ainz, it was possible for them to be punished by the King of Death himself. Crusch gave Zaryusu a slight nod, silently urging him to cooperate. He shifted his eyes over to Shasuryu. While his brother was no more eager than Zaryusu was to engage in a spar in the state they were in, it was clear that he would support Zaryusu in whatever decision he chose to make. “Very well,” Zaryusu said. “We’ll do as you say.” “We shall begin at once,” Cocytus said, moving towards the door and motioning the three of them to follow. --- They relocated to an area of flat land just behind the hut. Late in the night as it was, that particular part of the village was devoid of other lizardmen, everyone being either asleep in their huts or out in the surrounding wetlands to hunt the nocturnal wildlife. It felt private, quiet, almost serene. Zaryusu and Shasuryu stood across from one another while Cocytus and Crusch observed from the sidelines, awaiting the beginning of the fight. Cocytus looked on with clear interest and something as close to excitement as the guardian ever displayed, while Crusch waited with mild discomfort a few feet away, clearly just wanting things to be over. The two lizardmen eyed each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. It reminded Zaryusu of his duel with Zenberu, only then, he’d been fighting to unify the tribes against a common enemy and to defend his mate. Here, it felt like there was no real reason, apart from Cocytus’ say-so. It was a far less satisfying justification, even for a spar. Shasuryu’s reasoning laid in the fact that his brother had asked him to, a far more effective motivation. With that driving him, he wound up being the first to move, charging towards Zaryusu with his hands splayed out in front of him in a clear attempt to grab him. Zaryusu met him head-on, trying to launch into a grapple of his own. Zaryusu tried to grab Shasuryu around the neck, but before he could cement his hold, Shasuryu caught onto it. His hands moved up to Zaryusu’s wrists and yanked them away, spinning the lizardman around into the perfect position for Shasuryu to grab him from behind. Zaryusu tried to squirm free, but before he could, Shasuryu lifted him up off his feet and slammed him to the ground. Shasuryu continued to press his advantage, dropping on top of Zaryusu before wrapping an arm around his neck in a face lock. It wasn’t a strong hold, though, and Zaryusu wasn’t willing to give up quite so easily. Letting out a roar of effort, he grabbed Shasuryu’s arm and used the leverage of his legs to flip the other lizardman onto his back, breaking the hold while simultaneously allowing Zaryusu to put him into an arm lock. It was an effective reversal, but not so strong that Shasuryu wasn’t able to jerk himself free of it, rolling away before pushing himself back to his feet. Zaryusu did so as well, and the two started circling each other again, waiting for an opening. Cocytus watched the fight unfold with a flame steadily rising higher in his chest. Watching two combatants throw themselves at one another was never as good as indulging in combat personally, but it stoked many of the same feelings. He could see it starting to take root in both of the lizardmen, as well. Maybe they didn’t want to fight initially, but now that they were, both of them were determined to win. Exactly as he’d wanted. They threw themselves at each other a half-dozen more times, each time coming away from each other a bit slower and weaker than they’d begun. Their blood was raging, but their flesh was still weak, freshly pulled from the hands of death. Both of them stood across from each other, panting and slouched, unable to surrender until one of them had lost. Shasuryu let out a yell and charged at his opponent, who did the same to him. Instead of going for a grapple, though, Shasuryu stuck an arm out to the side and ran right past Zaryusu, slamming it into his face as he went. The blow was enough to send Zaryusu stumbling, which turned into a fall when Shasuryu double backed and tackled him from behind. His full weight was resting on Zaryusu’s back now, giving him the perfect position from which to launch into a pin. He hooked an arm under Zaryusu’s armpit and planted his hand onto the back of his head, then rolled Zaryusu onto his back, pressing their chests together. The movement had the dual purpose of pinning him down and tightening Shasuryu’s arm around his neck, leaving Zaryusu pinned in a half nelson. Zaryusu tried to wriggle free, but the hold was too solid. After maybe twenty seconds of struggling, Cocytus spoke. “Stop. I’ve seen enough.” Shasuryu and Zaryusu disentangled themselves from one another, sprawling out onto the ground and panting next to one another as they caught their breath. Cocytus approached, standing over them. “Well done, Shasuryu,” Cocytus said. “Are you going to avail yourself of your prize?” Shasuryu gave the guardian a blank stare, clearly uncomprehending. “Take advantage of your fallen foe?” Cocytus added, seeming to think that clarified things. Maintaining her distance, Crusch averted her eyes, realising what it was Cocytus meant. It took another few seconds before the two lizardmen got an inkling of what it was he meant. “You don’t mean...” Zaryusu trailed off. “No,” Shasuryu stated emphatically, unwilling to even consider such a prospect. “No?” Cocytus said. “A shame. I’d been enjoying watching your display, but if you won’t oblige me, I’ll have to seek my entertainment somewhere else.” He made a very blatant show of turning towards Crusch, and a hand reached down towards his groin, his crotch plates sliding apart. The intent was clear. He half turned back towards the two lizardmen, giving them one last chance to reconsider. Shasuryu was torn. Such a perversion was nigh unthinkable, but if the alternative was allowing his brother’s wife to be violated, then he had no choice but to consider it. Crusch’s eyes met his, and he could see the fear there, the undisguised plea for him not to allow such a thing to pass. “It’s fine, Shasuryu,” Zaryusu said, giving him a strained smile. “I’ve handled worse.” Shasuryu sighed. He had no choice, then. “Fine.” Cocytus gave a grunt of acknowledgment and turned back towards them, eager to see what was about to unfold. Shasuryu moved a hand down between his legs, burning with shame as he stimulated himself in full view of the three of them. Yet as awkward as the situation was, it still didn’t take long for him to start becoming erect. The only explanation he could think of was that all the fighting had gotten his blood flowing freely. Once he was completely free of his slit, he looked over towards Zaryusu, who laid back on the grass and spread his legs to expose himself. Both of them taking pains to avoid each other’s eyes, Shasuryu crawled over and moved into position on all fours over top of Zaryusu. There was no time to go slow with Cocytus watching over them, and any foreplay would simply make things more awkward than they already were. Therefore, Shasuryu simply reached down between his legs with one hand and grabbed the base of his cock, aligning the head of it with Zaryusu’s tailhole. “No,” Cocytus said, his words freezing Shasuryu in place. “Higher.” It took Shasuryu a moment to process what Cocytus meant, then another to force himself to actually abide by such an order. With agonizing slowness, he pulled his hips back and drew his cock away from Zaryusu’s tailhole, a string of precum briefly connecting the two before it snapped as Shasuryu realigned himself with his slit. Engaging in such lewd behaviour with his own flesh and blood was one thing, but to dishonour his brother by taking him like a woman... the very thought made his soul burn with outrage. But when he looked down into his brother’s face, Shasuryu could see steely determination in his eyes. Zaryusu gave him the slightest nod, perceptible only to him, a silent urging for him to go ahead. The thought that Zaryusu would go to such lengths to protect his love warmed Shasuryu’s heart, and it was only through that warmth that he found the strength he needed to push forward. Zaryusu sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth as Shasuryu’s cock began to split him open. The head of his cock was tapered enough that it didn’t hurt, but all the same, it felt wrong. Nerves that had never been stimulated before were suddenly lighting up as he was entered, and even though it wasn’t outright painful, the sensory overload of the experience was an overwhelming enough experience in its own right that he almost wished it had. Shasuryu saw what he was putting his brother through and empathized with his situation, but he had no choice but to keep going forward, for both their sakes. Perhaps the worst part was that, despite that empathy, Shasuryu felt no discomfort of his own. Zaryusu’s body, despite his knowledge to the contrary, felt like nothing less than a woman to him. The warm walls clenching down tight around Shasuryu stirred memories of similarly intimate moments with his own wife. No, worse still—it felt better than his wife, than any woman he’d ever known. That was perhaps the worst part of all. It was shaping up to be the greatest sexual pleasure he’d ever experienced, and it was with his own brother. With no way to go but forward, Shasuryu continued pushing in, sinking more and more of his cock into the confines of Zaryusu’s slit. Zaryusu squirmed and hissed with every inch of it that slid inside him, but Shasuryu tried not to let any of that dissuade him. He was doing this for all three of them, and he couldn’t allow himself to show weakness. Shasuryu continued to work himself deeper until, at long last, his knot pressed up against the lips of Zaryusu’s slit. The feeling of his brother clenching down on every inch of his shaft forced a moan past Shasuryu’s lips, unable to be suppressed. The sound overshadowed the pained groan that Zaryusu let out at the same sensation. He was given only a few seconds to adjust before Shasuryu was pulling back again. Even as slow as Shasuryu was going, the feeling was still overwhelming to Zaryusu. He doubted any speed would make it tolerable. As long as his slit was packed full of another male’s cock, stretching wide areas of him that had never before been stimulated, the sensations would remain as overwhelming as ever. Though as much as he might’ve wished for it to stop, Shasuryu’s actions were having an effect on Zaryusu, his body seemingly helpless to respond to such stimulation. His own manhood twitched deep inside him, stirred to life by his shameful violation. Blood surged into his member, growing fat as it steadily grew to fill the slit containing it, but it didn’t do so for long. Before it could encroach any further, Shasuryu’s cock butted up against it, forcing Zaryusu’s own off to the side while the older lizardman filled all the space his slit had to offer. Zaryusu let out a louder cry than before, severe enough to give Shasuryu pause. He stared down at the trembling form of his brother. Shasuryu had felt the new presence in Zaryusu’s slit, and he wasn’t ignorant of what it meant. Regardless of whether he wanted to, Zaryusu was becoming erect—which meant that Shasuryu’s continued presence inside him was going to cause him no small amount of pain, cruelly squashing Zaryusu back into his slit whenever he tried to emerge. The knowledge made his heart grow sick, but he had no choice but to continue, lest he incur the wrath of Cocytus. That was the rationale his mind provided, anyway, but perhaps there was something more at play. His dick pulsed against Zaryusu’s own, powerful throbs that hinted at a strong desire that yearned to be satisfied. Neither of them acknowledged it, but both silently knew that it had to be a purely physical reaction—for the alternative was unthinkable. Which was why, for reasons completely unrelated to his own pleasure and solely for the purpose of bringing things to a close as swiftly as possible, Shasuryu started to speed up. Zaryusu hissed, squirming underneath the press of his brother’s body. Every thrust of Shasuryu’s hips packed his slit full, stretching his sensitive insides to their limit. With Shasuryu’s cock taking up all the room he had to offer, Zaryusu could only achieve half an erection before being crushed back down as Shasuryu reclaimed his slit for himself. The pain was unceasing, but the continual stimulation to his slit meant that Zaryusu’s cock refused to soften, instead remaining in that sensitive, half-hard state that left it ripe for abuse from the pounding of Shasuryu’s own erection. Once Shasuryu started really moving, it didn’t take long before the sounds of their bodies coming together took on a distinctly wet tone. Precum oozed out of the cracks of Zaryusu’s slit with every thrust, rivulets of it running down along his tail. The circumstances be damned, Shasuryu couldn’t stop what was happening from feeling good. More of it drooled out of him in heavy spurts, coating the inside of Zaryusu’s slit with his essence. The stuff was thick and hot inside of Zaryusu and felt altogether wrong, but Zaryusu had to admit that the added lubrication helped some. It allowed his cock to slide easily alongside Shasuryu’s whenever he thrust in, transforming some of the pain he was feeling into more unwanted stimulation. It was a strange and intimate form of frotting, though with the way that Shasuryu’s cock pressed against his and prevented him from becoming fully erect, it was one that put him in the position of the lesser and left no doubt that he was being used. If it were Cocytus doing the penetrating, such shame would be unbearable—but with Shasuryu, while the embarrassment wasn’t any less acute, Zaryusu at least knew that he wasn’t truly losing face. The act of domination was just a show. Though it was quite the convincing one. Shasuryu’s thrusts had become short and fast, mercilessly pounding his brother’s slit while his tongue hung free from his mouth in an expression of wanton pleasure. The bulge of his knot battered against Zaryusu’s slit with every slam of his hips, swelling slightly in what was clearly a sign of impending orgasm. Zaryusu could see the writing on the wall and gritted his teeth, bracing himself for what was about to come. Just in time, for mere seconds later, Shasuryu let out a groan and slammed himself in as deep as he could manage. His cock let out a powerful throb, straining against the confines of Zaryusu’s slit, before the first rope of his cum shot out of him. Zaryusu moaned and shuddered, feeling a burst of wet heat explode deep inside him. It was far more powerful that he ever would’ve imagined; he could feel it splatter against the farthest reaches of his slit, bathing the root of his cock in its warmth. It felt even stranger than the precum had, being thicker and far more voluminous, but there was some saving grace to it all. At the very least, Shasuryu had allowed him to keep some measure of dignity by refraining from knotting him. Though Zaryusu didn’t even have time to curse himself for jinxing it before he saw Cocytus looming over Shasuryu’s shoulder. The guardian placed two hands around the older lizardman’s hips and shoved him forward, slamming his groin against Zaryusu’s with far greater strength than any of his own thrusts had ever possessed. Both lizardmen let out loud cries, one of unwilling pleasure and one of undisguised pain, as Shasuryu’s knot pressed against Zaryusu’s entrance. Already half-inflated as it was, it seemed unlikely that it’d ever be able to fit, but Cocytus was determined. When he saw the lips of Zaryusu’s slit widen, Shasuryu’s knot beginning to wedge itself inside, the strength of Cocytus’ arms doubled. His body wasn’t able to hold out against such immense pressure. All at once, Zaryusu’s muscles gave out, stretching wide as Shasuryu’s knot forced its way forward and plunged deep into his slit. Their crotches came together with a slap, the noise serving as a prelude to the swelling of Shasuryu’s knot. As soon as it was lodged inside him, it started to inflate, growing to at least the size of a fist without any regard for the sensitivity of the walls it was pressing against. All the while, Shasuryu was still cumming, panting and groaning with the added pleasure of being tied with his partner. Zaryusu swore the stuff was coming out of him even stronger than before, like the added stimulation to his knot had kicked Shasuryu’s body into overdrive, filled him with the need to make sure the one he was breeding was well and fertilized—regardless of the impossibility of such a thing. Zaryusu could do nothing but lie there and whimper, feeling his manhood swimming in a pocket of Shasuryu’s seed, made increasingly pressurized as more and more of it was shot into him with nowhere to go but inside his slit. That frighteningly large knot made sure not a single drop of it escaped. Eventually, it tapered off to nothing, and Shasuryu collapsed forward onto his brother, both of them panting and exhausted. But Cocytus wasn’t going to grant them a break so easily. He grabbed Shasuryu from under the arms and wrenched him up and off of his brother. Both lizardmen let out a sharp cry at that, still connected at the hip by Shasuryu’s knot as they were, but Cocytus didn’t show any signs of caring. Their cries rose in pitch as Cocytus lifted Shasuryu yet higher, bringing both of the lizardmen partway off the ground in the process, until something finally gave. With a loud pop, Shasuryu’s knot tugged free of Zaryusu’s slit, a wet shlick following it as the rest of his cock followed suit. Zaryusu dropped back down to the ground, gasping for air while his slit oozed a steady stream of his brother’s cum. Cocytus dropped Shasuryu off to the side. The older lizardman held no appeal for him at that particular moment. He needed a male who was ready to service him, and not just by providing a hole to fuck. Shasuryu was quite clearly spent in that regard. Zaryusu, on the other hand, was ready to go. It didn’t seem that way from the way he was laid out and panting with seed drooling down his tail, but Cocytus could tell that he hadn’t gotten his own release. That meant he was perfectly ready for another round, if one knew how to apply the right touch. Cocytus dropped down to his knees in front of Zaryusu, focusing his attention between the lizardman’s thighs. He reached forward with two hands, planting them on the sides of his slit, spreading them wide. Immediately, the amount of cum flowing out of his slit increased, becoming a thick tide that showed Cocytus exactly how thoroughly Shasuryu had spent himself inside his brother. Quite the sight, to be sure, but he was after more than some eye candy. He brought one of his lower hands up between Zaryusu’s legs, not wasting a second in plunging his fingers into the lizardman’s widened slit. Zaryusu let out a hiss as his already sensitive slit was invaded once again. Cocytus’ fingers were as hard and alien-feeling as his carapace would lead one to believe, and their only saving grace was that they were smaller than what he’d experienced under Shasuryu—though they made up for that by being far more dextrous. He could feel them thrusting in and out of his body, curling inside him to feel at the inner walls of his slit, doing everything it took to draw out Zaryusu’s erection. He could already feel how effective such an approach was going to be, but Cocytus had no such knowledge. However, the guardian did know a way to guarantee results. Yet another hand came to join the three already present between Zaryusu’s thighs, but this time, its target was a fair bit lower. Another sharp hiss cut the air as Cocytus forced an additional digit into Zaryusu’s body, this time burying itself into his tailhole. Cocytus had briefly considered using it for his own pleasure, but ended up tossing the thought aside. He wanted the lizardman inside him, and he would have it. Stimulating him with his fingers was just a means to an end. Cocytus’ finger probed ever deeper into Zaryusu’s rear, every movement drawing some small cry or noise from the lizardman, until he finally found what he was looking for. He curled his finger, and it pressed against a small, firm mass, around the size of a walnut. Cocytus focused his efforts there, pushing his fingers against it and rubbing them in small circles. Zaryusu couldn’t suppress a shuddering moan. Up to that day, he’d been utterly unfamiliar with any sexual stimulation outside of the traditional sort that a male and a female engaged in, and now he was being overwhelmed by two altogether new kinds at the same time. His body thrummed with pleasure, unable to be denied in spite of how alien it felt. Zaryusu’s blood was already pumping from what Shasuryu had done to him, which meant it didn’t take long at all for what Cocytus was doing to start to have an effect on him. His body realised that his slit was no longer being plugged up by another male, which meant it had the space it needed for him to achieve an erection of his own. Coaxed along even further by the finger buried under his tail, his cock slid free from his slit, pushing out into the air all the way up to his knot. Cocytus stared at his cock with cool, calculating eyes. It was slathered with the seed his brother had left inside him, a thick white layer that coated every inch of him. Effective lubrication. He was bigger than Shasuryu, too, both in length and thickness. That was good. Cocytus wanted to feel it. He shimmied forward on his knees, swinging a leg over Zaryusu’s side as he set himself into place. One of his hands moved beneath himself and grabbed the lizardman’s cock by the knot, pointing it straight up while he aligned its tip with the hole that laid just under his tail. Zaryusu looked on with a sense of shock. He supposed it should’ve been obvious to him, but his mind had been so rattled by what his brother had been forced to do to him that it never occurred to him what Cocytus was planning to do with him until just then. He was going to fuck him—but not at all in the way he’d expected. Cocytus was going to take him like a woman. His mind reeled with relief at not having to take the two deadly weapons Cocytus had on offer, but also with confusion. A male taking another male was already something of a perversion, but [i]wanting[/i] to be the one being penetrated simply boggled his mind. Cocytus didn’t feel any such confusion. When it came to pleasure, he followed his instincts, and they’d long ago taught him that it felt good to assume such a role. So, whenever he felt the urge, he indulged it. There were no connotations of femininity or submission associated with it in his mind. Regardless of how he used a partner, he was always the one in control. He let himself drop down, spearing himself halfway onto Zaryusu’s cock. The lizardman let out a sharp hiss and Cocytus a low rumble of pleasure, finally able to scratch an itch that’d gone ignored for far too long. He let himself drop lower, claiming more and more of Zaryusu’s shaft for himself while his own dicks bobbed and twitched before him, dribbling precum onto the lizardman’s chest. Zaryusu still didn’t understand the situation, but he knew that Cocytus was ungodly tight, and the denial he’d faced from Shasuryu using his slit had left him needy enough that he couldn’t object to anyone offering him a warm hole to use. He moved his hands to Cocytus’ thighs, hoping to slam the rest of his cock into the guardian— Only for Cocytus’ own hands to wrap around his wrists, prying them away and slamming them down to the ground without interrupting the slow up-and-down rhythm of his hips for a moment. That was when it clicked in Zaryusu’s mind. When he’d lost the spar, his body had been Shasuryu’s reward. Here, Cocytus was using him in the exact same sense, just in a slightly different way. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the one being penetrated: he was still the one being used, being claimed, just the same. Cocytus continued sinking down lower until, at last, the bulge of Zaryusu’s knot pressed against the ring of his tailhole. He had to admit, the lizardman was definitely one of the more satisfying males he’d ever taken in that particular way. His cock was hard as iron inside him, constantly throbbing, and the small whines and whimpers he let off as he was ridden were music to Cocytus’ ears. He brought himself up and down again in one sharp motion, and the cry Zaryusu made as his knot slammed against Cocytus’ hole was almost as rewarding as the wave of pleasure that rushed through the guardian at the feeling of the lizardman’s cock driving deep inside of him, drawing a sympathetic pulse from each of his own cocks along a spurt of pre that dripped onto Zaryusu’s pecs. He was good. If Cocytus so desired, he had no doubt he could ride the lizardman all the way to his own orgasm, but that wasn’t enough. Cocytus desired more. “You,” Cocytus said, pointing an finger at Crusch. “Come here.” Crusch’s eyes widened. She’d been on edge ever since Cocytus came into the hut, the guardian’s efforts to revive the other lizardmen only doing so much to ease her feelings about him, and such sexual aggression was certainly not helping matters. Still, it was clear that disobeying such an order would be tantamount to suicide. Swallowing her fear, she stepped forward. Cocytus didn’t waste time. As soon as she got within reach, he grabbed her with two hands and lifted her clean off the ground. Crusch let out a squeak of panic as he hauled her through the air, bringing her closer to him until her chest was pressed against his... as was something else, judging from the two points of wet heat she could feel dripping onto her back. She stiffened. Confronted with the prospect of getting violated by Cocytus for a second time, she didn’t know how to react, what to do. It turned out that nothing was exactly what he needed her to do. While she was frozen with indecision, he lifted her up again, this time a shorter distance—just enough to align the tip of one of his cocks with her slit before he shoved her down. Crusch let out a sharp cry, shaking in the grip of Cocytus’ arms. His entry was just as rough as the first time he’d used her, just as brutal as what Zaryusu beneath him was experiencing. Such treatment might’ve suggested that he had little regard for the lizardmen, but it was quite the opposite: he’d seen how they’d held their own in battle, respected their spirit, and knew that they would be able to take whatever he could give. So he held nothing back. And he was right. While Crusch was whimpering and wriggling in his grip, Cocytus could feel that she was nowhere near her limit. She was only taking half of what he’d put her through before, after all—which meant that there was still half of him that was unsatisfied. That wasn’t to say what he had wasn’t good, as it was fantastic. Being filled up by a warrior beneath him with his woman bouncing in his lap at the same time was as pleasurable a time as Cocytus had ever experienced. But Cocytus wouldn’t be content if he knew there was still more he could have, and with only one of his cocks being serviced, that was certainly the case. His first thought was to jam it into Crusch alongside the other one, perhaps into the hole he hadn’t used yet. He almost pursued it, before an even better idea crossed his mind. Cocytus flicked his eyes to the right. After he’d been pulled off of his brother, Shasuryu had shuffled over near the wall of the hut, afraid to leave without being dismissed but also wanting to make himself as scarce as possible. Shasuryu was looking pointedly away from the display in front of him, though the slight hunch to his posture and the strange sideways angle of his hips didn’t escape Cocytus’ notice. His hands were positioned in a way that looked just odd enough that it had to be intentional, and though they were doing a decent job of blocking his sight, Cocytus was just able to make out a flash of pink from between his fingers. He clicked his mandibles. Shasuryu was enjoying the sight, even if he didn’t want to. That was good. It would make what he was going to do next a whole lot easier. “Shasuryu,” Cocytus said. The lizardman jumped at the sound of his name, immediately abandoning all sense of subtlety as he clamped his hands over his crotch to cover himself. Cocytus felt a twinge of amusement, but it was impossible to detect on his insectoid face, and he didn’t let a hint of it creep into his voice. “Come.” Seeing little choice in the matter, Shasuryu did as he was told, shuffling forward while continuing to cover himself. As soon as he came within range of Cocytus’ arms, though, that changed. The guardian’s arms shot out, latching onto his wrists and prying his hands away from Shasuryu’s groin, forcibly revealing his pulsing, twitching erection. Before Shasuryu could so much as gasp in surprise, Cocytus shifted his grip to the lizardman’s sides, pulling him close. The new position left Shasuryu pressed up against the guardian’s chest, with Crusch against his back. He could feel her body shivering and shaking from the force of Cocytus’ thrusts, his hips not impeded in the slightest by the weight of two lizardmen on top of him. Though that didn’t seem the be the position Cocytus intended him to stay in, because he lifted him up again and spun him around. When the guardian let him down again, Shasuryu was looking straight into Crusch’s face, granted a full view of the blush that broken out across her features and the unfocused look of her eyes, clenching shut with every slap of Cocytus’ hips. He wasn’t without his own indiscretions, either. The position left his erection pressed against Crusch’s stomach, only made harder by the feeling of her scales rubbing against him. It was impossible to hide such a thing. There was no doubt that she was aware of the full brunt of his arousal, rubbing against and dripping onto her as it was. But she didn’t seem to be giving it much thought, her attention having been stolen by something else. It didn’t take long before Shasuryu’s eyes shot open as he was hit by the very same distraction—one of Cocytus’ cocks, pressing against him as one of the guardian’s hands angled it into position against his tailhole. Cocytus spared him no words. That contact was the only warning Shasuryu got before the hands on his sides moved to his shoulders and shoved him down, skewering him onto the guardian’s shaft. Shasuryu screamed. It was the first time he’d ever taken in his ass before, and Cocytus was not an easy introduction to such things. Thankfully, Cocytus’ dick was absolutely dripping with precum on account of what he was doing with Crusch and Zaryusu—but the abundance of lubrication did nothing to help with the size. As ridiculous as it was, Shasuryu felt like he was going to be split apart. But Cocytus was experienced enough that he knew there was no such danger, which was why he showed Shasuryu no mercy, instead opting to shove him even further down onto his shaft. He worked them both Crusch and Shasuryu up and down his dicks while he simultaneously bounced up and down on Zaryusu’s lap, drinking in the sight of the three’s faces as he did so. A mix of discomfort and pleasure, varying between individuals and constantly fluctuating as he used them. It entertained him as much as it stoked the fire inside of him. He wanted to see more. Shifting a hand to the back of their heads, he pressed Shasuryu’s muzzle against Crusch’s, grinding them together in a crude facsimile of a kiss. Taken off-guard and frazzled by his continued thrusting, it took them a moment before they fully registered what he wanted, but they cooperated once they caught on. Shasuryu was the first to act. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and pressed against Crusch’s lips, silently demanding entry. She opened her muzzle, allowing him in, and they started to kiss one another properly. Their tongues intertwined briefly before they began to explore each other’s mouths. It wasn’t that either of them was particularly attracted to the other—both of them had mates that they were quite faithful to—but they had no choice but to enact the will of Cocytus. If he wanted them to kiss, then they would do so, and both of them tried to find some comfort in the tiny bit of tenderness in what was otherwise a brutal fucking. But underneath them, Zaryusu found it difficult to contain his annoyance, however much of that he understood. The knowledge that they were being forced to do such a thing was there, but it was overpowered by the sight of his brother making out with his mate, probing her mouth with his tongue while his cock rubbed and oozed against her stomach. It must’ve shown on his face, as when he turned his eyes away from the scene, he could see Cocytus staring down at him from over Crusch’s shoulder. “Jealous, are you?” Cocytus said. “How unkind of me. I shall include you, as well.” Cocytus grabbed a hold of Crusch’s tail and yanked it high, drawing a gasp from her and baring her asshole for Zaryusu’s inspection. “Lick it,” Cocytus said. It was clear that it wasn’t a request. Grumbling but ultimately having little choice in the matter, Zaryusu did as he was told. He pulled his body up and craned his neck forward as much as he could, propping himself up with his arms as he did so, managing to get into a relatively comfortable position with his muzzle pressed against the base of Crusch’s tail. He pulled in a deep breath through his nose, drawing a potent wave of Crusch’s musk into his nostrils. While he might not have been thrilled to be forced into such a situation, Zaryusu still couldn’t help but shudder at the scent of his lover. It was a small respite from the constant bouncing of Cocytus on his lap, hard enough to make his pelvis ache as much as it made his cock throb. But he’d been ordered to lick, not just to sniff. Zaryusu shifted his muzzle upwards, moving his nostrils away from Crusch’s tailhole and replacing it with his lips. He planted a kiss on it before letting his tongue slip out to deliver a long, wet lick that stretched from the bottom of her lips to partway up her tail, pushing firmly against the ring of her asshole as he passed over it. Crusch gasped around Shasuryu’s lips when she felt Zaryusu’s tongue press against her, slipping into a moan as it came back for another lick, then another. He showed no lack of enthusiasm, lapping underneath her tail with all the eagerness he’d shown in their more private couplings together, and it was almost enough to make the treatment she was receiving at the hands of Cocytus bearable. But only almost. In the end, Cocytus was still slamming her down onto his cock just as hard as before, but now with the feeling of Zaryusu’s tongue pressing against her tailhole to accompany it. It did help amplify the more pleasant feelings of the guardian thrusting in and out of her, but she wasn’t sure she wanted being taken by a man who wasn’t her mate to feel good at all. She had no choice in the matter, though. Neither did Shasuryu, endlessly drooling pre onto the scales of her belly, or Zaryusu doing the same into Cocytus’ rear. All signs of the pleasure he was forcing upon the three of them, just like the dual streams of precum he was pumping into both of the lizardmen speared on his dicks were signs of his ownership over each of them. The speed of things steadily increased, Cocytus showing no signs of fatigue in spite of having to both bounce himself up and down on Zaryusu’s lap and piston himself in and out of the two lizardmen in his arms, whereas the three of them were already starting to feel the burn of exhaustion of having to serve such an insatiable partner. Zaryusu cried out whenever the guardian dropped down onto his bruised thighs, a sound mirrored by Shasuryu and Crusch whenever he came back up, thrusting into both of them at once. All three of them were smeared with his fluids, the ones he was penetrating dripping his precum onto Zaryusu below, staining them all with his mark. The thought began to circulate of exactly when he’d be finished with them. Zaryusu would be the one to bring about an answer to that question. Pulling his face away from Crusch’s ass with a weak moan of pleasure, he thrust himself up into Cocytus, grinding his bulging knot against the guardian’s entrance. Sensing his climax, Cocytus assisted, dropping his full weight down onto Zaryusu’s lap. Zaryusu let out a pained hiss at that, but it did its job. The force was enough to force the lizardman’s growing knot past the ring of Cocytus’ tailhole, burying it inside him. Once it was there, its growth rapidly accelerated, quickly doubling in size, then tripling. Cocytus grunted at the feeling of it swelling inside him, revelling in the mixture of stinging pain and blooming pleasure that came as a result of being spread so wide. He clenched down around it, milking it with his inner muscles. Zaryusu couldn’t hold out against such treatment for long. His moans took on a sharp note as his body tensed up and his cock throbbed inside Cocytus, a moment before the first rope of cum shot out of him. Appropriately enough for the first orgasm of his new life, it was massive; his body had been teased by being penetrated and fingered without release, and to make up for it, it was now devoting all of its resources towards an appropriately sized release. Cocytus let out a moan of his own, one of the few such sounds they’d heard out of the guardian. He could feel that knot pulsing against his walls as jet after jet of the lizardman’s seed shot deep into his body, the heat of it collecting inside of him. There was more of it than he’d ever gotten out of any other male he’d done similar acts with, enough that he found himself being pushed over the edge as well. He slammed Shasuryu and Crusch onto his own cocks, that being the only warning they got before the same thing happened to them. After one unified throb from both of his dicks, thick ropes of cum shot into both of them. Crusch could feel it blasting past her cervix, pooling in her womb, while Shasuryu could feel the heat of it collecting deep in his bowels. It was too much for both of them. Crusch clamped down around Cocytus’ cock, muscles wringing it for yet more of its cum while a moan tore its way through her throat. In front of her, Shasuryu was doing much the same, the only difference being that she could feel his cock throbbing against her where it was pressed against her belly. A moment later, his own load drooled out of him and onto her scales, the fruit of a prostate orgasm forced out of him purely by Cocytus pumping him full of his cum. Once Cocytus’ orgasm had come to a close, far outlasting any of the lizardmen’s own, he wasted no time sitting around and enjoying any sort of afterglow. He grabbed the shoulders of Crusch and Shasuryu and lifted them off of his lap, ignoring their cries of discomfort as his cocks were ripped free of their holes, before dropping them both to the ground. Then, he pushed himself up on his knees, tugging Zaryusu’s knot free from his ass with no more reaction than a grunt. Zaryusu gasped from the overstimulation, hands flying down to clutch at his dick, his own cum splattering across his fingers and thighs as it leaked out of Cocytus’ tailhole. He stood up and looked over the three lizardmen, all splattered with cum and fucked so thoroughly that they could hardly move. The sight was almost as satisfying as what he’d done to achieve it. “Well done,” Cocytus said, crotch plates sliding back into place. “Expect to do this more in the future. I’ll be down to give you three orders in the morning.” With those parting words, he walked away, leaving them to their own devices. They were all dead tired, Shasuryu having already passed out where he’d been dropped and the other two just barely clinging onto consciousness. Crusch used her last bit of strength to crawl over next to Zaryusu, pressing herself against his side. “At least we’re together,” she murmured, nuzzling her snout into the crook of his shoulder. Zaryusu let out a rumble in response, draping an arm across her chest and pulling her tight against him. He couldn’t argue with that. He held onto the thought, finding some comfort in it as they both slipped into unconsciousness.