*Relations between Mankind and Dinofolk were never a new thing. Even with the chance of incurring the wrath of Mother Sun, Father Night, or both, it was known to happen. In those ancient times, fearsome and beautiful individuals from both races roamed the Earth, until war broke and stroke apart both of them…*
The warrior stands before me. He’s proud and he’s strong, neither thoughts nor feelings betrayed. Is he afraid, is he fearful, is he terrified. His tail doesn’t twitch, his scales don’t reverberate, his muscled arms don’t struggle with the chains keeping him grounded. Reptilian eyes stay focused on me, as a predator scanning fearful prey. But I’m no prey, oh proud warrior! I’m a queen, Mankind’s Matriarch, and mine was the final blow that slayed your kin. The Dinofolk are no more, and the war for your lands, your riches, your secrets, is now over. We won. But still, a final ritual stands to completion, for Mother Sun demands both complet conquest of body and total devotion from soul. A task that I, and I alone, can carry. The warrior is proud, and strong. Tomorrow, I will take him, and I will break him.
Next day. Amongst the deep jungle, in the center of a maze from which only a handful knows its secrets, stands the royal pyramid. On top of it, a ritual altar has been laid. Mother Sun is high up in the sky, baking everything in Her pure, white light. My warrior is tied, naked, back against the ritual’s warm stone. His eyes are amber red, his scaled skin the colour of the ocean in a gorgeous summer day, his prodigious tail a fearsome sight. Incredible muscles strain and stretch below his scales. Struggle he might, with every inch of his incredible strength, but won’t release himself. He’s gorgeous, of course, and that’s why I choose him. A flicker of my hand moves the priest guards away. He senses what’s coming, maybe making a pray for his deceiving Father Night to grant will to resist. But Father Night is a selfish god, for he seldom hears the call from his worshippers, and His is the realm of cold, deceit, and death.
Only the two of us stand now. I begin by dropping a thick, deep oil over his skin. His nostrils flares from the richly scented fragrance. My warrior, you could so easily break me apart if needed, and yet, by the end of the day, I will release you, and you will not touch me. I massage him, spreading the oil through thick legs, strong arms, long tail. I nurture his belly, his chest, his neck. I caress his head’s crest, waiting for the reaction, which comes very fast. Unlike Mankind’s males, who display masculinity between their legs, Lizardfolk hide them behind a small crevice, even if also between their legs. He doesn’t want to, but the oil and the touch and the warmth arise him from his slumber. A small organ, not unlike a Man’s, shows itself. I gently take it in my hands and slowly direct it to my mouth. I take it with my open lips, I swirl it with my tongue, I give small bites with my teeth. I very much enjoy it. From a Dino’s grinded teeth, a small moan is heard. He’s also enjoying, and hating himself for it. I place it all inside my mouth, stroking it even with my throat, and a small fluid releases. He’s wetting, the body preparing to take a female, and I continue to move in rhythm. I take my royal gown, standing fully naked in my regal splendor, and lay the fabric upon him. It teases his skin, amplifying every sensation running through his body. Any sense of control is getting lost, and that’s the cue to get on top of him, spread my legs, and let the penetration flow. It’s… Oh, it’s Good! It’s very, very, good. Dense, strong, soft, and I almost forget I’m there as a Matriarch, and not as a woman.
I’m riding him, I’m riding him very hard, pleasuring every motion, enjoying it even more with his hidden pleasure. I have my warrior now almost where I want him. My feminin fluids are running wildly through me, to himself, to the altar. He’s loosing himself, in what I’m giving him. Only a final test stands, and a terribly risky one, for sure, but I wouldn’t be much of a queen if I couldn’t take the test. I reach my arm to a small hidden dagger below the sacrificial stone, and show it to him, eyes bulging from recognition. He doesn’t understand. You have to understand, oh my warrior, I’m not here to kill you! Quite the contrary, to set you free! I speed my rhythm, sensing his almost coming climax. I must time it very carefully, and, there! At the height of climax, at the top of the pleasure, when taken for a ride by a fearsome queen and a gorgeous woman, I cut his ties with a single stroke! And now, he’s free, he can either break me, or… He grabs me. Not as a prisoner getting revenge, but as a man taking a woman. His tail surrounds around my waist. His hands first reach for my breasts, barely able to contain them, and then for my behind. Now it’s he who wants it, it’s he who speeds it up, it’s he he releases himself to me, and for me. He strikes me hard, he strikes me very hard, never wanting it to stop. But stop it shall, even if only after a huge roar is followed by every ounce of his fluid being shot into my inner belly, after his breath has rested, after he takes his arm to cover his eyes. Oh, my proud warrior! Don’t shame yourself! You were wonderful, a queen’s true consort! Fear not, for nothing will happen to you. I will take you into my royal palace and my harem, and there you will be a lover and a slave, a student and a protector. You will be taken care and, who knows, maybe one day we will be able to reunite our people. It can be done, you know, lest Mother Sun wills it.
You are now mine, all mine. By breaking you, I set you free.
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