Shael sprang upright as the sounds of screaming rang out through the camp. She huddled, gathering the fine silk bedsheets around herself. Her tent was as lavish as possible, with great silk tapestries hanging down, the fierce scowl of lynx carefully embroidered into them. Down pillows were heaped on the floor in between finely crafted couches and hand-carved tables. She was one of the heirs to the throne of Lagari, and they spared no expense, even on emissary missions.
She retreated even deeper into the blankets as the sound of steel crashing against steel intermingled with the shrieks. Her camp was guarded by the finest soldiers her father’s money could buy, but she had never been anywhere near a battlefield herself. She reached over with a shaking hand to her nightstand, retrieving the short dagger from inside. Its handle was inlaid with glittering rubies, and she grasped it with white knuckles.
Before long, the fighting outside seemed to come to a stop. Shael waited anxiously, fidgeting with the blade until she heard a sharp knock against the wood frame of her tent.
“Syd?! Is that you?” Her voice quivered as she called out to the captain of her guard. The flap of the tent pulled back, and in stepped a grizzled man, holding a sword coated in blood. Shael leapt to her feet, running to embrace him, her long nightgown nearly tripping her. He opened his arms and caught her as she jumped at him.
“Oh, Syd! I heard the fighting outside and got so scared!” Shael cried, tears starting to run down her perfectly soft face. He rested his hand on her head, running his fingers through her blonde locks.
“I’m fine, princess.” He whispered into her ear. Then, suddenly, Shael felt his hand entangle itself in her hair, the force making her wince. She yelped as he wrenched her head back until she was staring into his face. She had known him since birth, but the smile plastered across his face was one she’d never seen before. It had the distinct air of malice to it. Of betrayal. With his other hand, he slapped her. She reeled back, pain bursting through her head, stars in her eyes. Her sword clattered to the ground as she brought her hands to her burning cheek.
“Syd!? How dare y-” She started, but her sentence caught in her throat when he raised his hand again, threatening his princess for the first time in his life. She was about to recover and scold him for his insubordination when the tent flap flew wide again, and the silhouette in the entryway sent her heart into her throat. In stepped a hulking brute, built like a human but nearly twice the size, and covered all over in pale-green scales. Its massive hands ended in claws that gleamed in the pale torchlight, and it wore only a loincloth to cover its foul body. Worst was its head, though, like that of a great snake, from which beady eyes scanned the tiny girl with interest.
“S-Syd.” Shael stammered, her shaking hand pointing to the beast. But instead of the fight she’d expected between her faithful guard and the lizardman, they stood together, looming over her. The lizard reached out and placed a small burlap bag in Syd’s hands. It jingled with a sound Shael was all-too-familiar with: gold. Syd gave her another wide smile and bowed out of the tent, leaving her alone with the beast.
She screamed, launching herself in a headlong run. The lizard was much quicker though, and she felt his rough hand wrap completely around one of her ankles, pulling it out from under her. She hit the ground with a painful thud that forced the wind from her lungs. She reached for her dagger, grabbing it and turning to viciously strike at her attacker. To her horror, it bounced off of the armoured hide, completely useless. The beast let out a grating sound that could only be laughter, and swatted the blade away.
Shael screamed as he tore at her, shredding her nightdress to ribbons. He grasped her untouched royal flesh, his hands rubbing roughly against her bare breasts. She struggled against him, but he was heavy. And strong. With one hand he tugged at the string that kept his loincloth sashed around his waist, and it fell to the floor. Shael’s eyes went wide in terror as she saw his erect cock. It was nearly as wide as her hips, and as long as one of her legs. All along the shaft ran the same scales as those that covered the rest of him, only these were angled backwards, creating a vicious spear that only had one purpose.
He kicked her slender legs wide and took his place between them. She cried out for Syd, but it was no use. The lizardman brought his cock to her entrance and began to push in. She screamed and writhed, but nothing could stop the increasing pressure that slowly spread her lips apart. Then, with a sickening pop, his head slid into her.
Shael writhed on the ground, her pussy stretched wider than it ever had been before. But the lizard took no heed. He pushed, impaling her completely on him, her speared pussy no longer able to resist his advance. She felt his balls against her ass, heavy and full. Looking down at her own body she could see the perfect outline of the massive cock, the pale skin of her stomach stretched tight around it. She felt impossibly full, every intimate untouched part of her stretched and mauled by the lizard’s primordial cock. He put his hand on her hips, holding her firmly in place, and pulled back.
Shael’s scream could be heard throughout the camp as the lizard slowly pulled out of her, the cruel backwards scales of his cock grinding savagely against her pussy. She flailed, unable to stop the beast from destroying her cunt. He slammed into her again, as deep as he could, and she could only feel relieved that it was the lesser of the two sensations. Though it wasn’t long before he was dredging his cock back through her, the scales grinding against every spot mercilessly.
Soon the camp was filled with the wet slapping sounds of their mating, and with Shael’s screams, though they had changed over time. She was moaning wildly now, completely lost in the pleasure that ravaged her body every time the lizard pulled himself from her depths. She had already cum on his cock more times than she could count, squirting until he was soaked in her juices. Then it was his turn. He thrust deep, and she came again as the first searing-hot jet of his seed splashed against her bruised womb. Over and over he pumped his vile semen into her, until she could feel it sloshing inside her. Then, finally finished, he pulled out for the last time. Shael felt those exquisite scales slide from her ruined cunt, letting forth a torrent of lizard cum.
The lizardman reached down, picking up the panting girl with ease. He threw he over his shoulder, her gaping pussy still gushing his cum out over her thighs. He had paid a lot for this new slave. Now he just had to bring her to his tribe.
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