Highborn Fall Far [Warhammer Fantasy] (Kaybee x Reydan)

[Kaybee]

The heat of Lustria’s jungles was oppressive in the noonday sun. Clouds of flies darted through the humid air and even under the tree canopy there was no relief to be found from the pervasive temperature. Clothes soaked through with sweat and dew in matters of minutes, and armor was little better, yet there was little choice in the matter for those that searched.

A temple was here, deep in the jungle, a necessary source of the way fragments that fueled the great scrying rituals to see them through the coming troubles, and unlike the reptilian savages, the ‘lizard-men’ that made their homes in these dank and oppressive places, the elves had no armored scales or crude knowledge to fall back on. The lizard-men had ikely laid claim to the temple, and even had they not, any chance encounter would likely end in bloodshed, requiring the elves to be ready to fight.

These bestial creatures were almost more zealous than humans in defending their ‘holy’ sites against incursion.

The temple loomed over the trees, and through the undergrowth, they could occasionally see glimpses of its stonework in the distance. It was not far now before they would finally be upon it.

 

[Reydan]

They moved gracefully, as befitted their race, their footsteps hardly disturbing the jungle floor. Their scaled armor had been padded in all the right places by master craftsmen, and hardly a clink or rustle was heard as they passed.

There were five. At point the small dark haired scout, Folwin, picked through the foliage with her sharp knives drawn. Every so often she sliced, surgical and precise, to remove an impediment to their progress. Behind her was the matriach of the group, older and more mature, her body slightly more rounded and curved than many willowy elves. Elre had eight decades of experience just in Lustria alone. Her snow white hair was tied back in a tight bun as she ordered the advance on the temple up ahead.

'I hope it is abandoned commander' whispered the petite blonde behind Elre. Minue was the polar opposite of the calm and controlled Commander. On paper the mage was excellent, a favourite of her teachers and masters, but in the field she was...inexperienced to say the least. She swatted at a buzzing insect until Elre's steely eye reminded her of the seriousness of their mission.

Finally, bows drawn, came the twins. Darshee and Verra were identical, cut from the very same mould at birth it would seem, and the freckled brunettes were equally skilled with bow and blade. They scanned the path behind them, scarves over their faces and golden eyes only showing.

'Ahead' was all Elre said as the stone edifce loomed into sight. She was careful even when she expected little trouble. It had kept her and her fighters safe for a long time so far, and she felt confident about their preparation to face what was ahead now.

 

[Kaybee]

The first would have been near unnoticeable if not for the wards that kept insects away. A little prick, no more notable than a bug bite, yet so much more meaningful. Chameleon skinks were no fighters to stand up to elven elite alone, but with blowdarts dipped in the warp-tainted blood of the beasts and saurii within the temple, they could harry and harass.

Soft areas between the armored plates. Necks and elbows, small targets, yet these were marksmen. The darts did little damage, but the taint they carried leeched into the bloodstream with every shot.

A poison after a fashion, yet so much more dangerous than a lethal concoction could ever be. The heat became even more unbearable to the elves struck, concentrating in arousal and desire.

The first darts were no more than pinpricks, but as soon as they noticed, the storm came, dozens of darts, pursuing the elves through the last few meters of trees and then melting away as they reached the temple steps. It was unlikely any of the warriors would be brought down so easily, but what lay above and within would be that much more dangerous in such a state...

 

[Reydan]

At first they thought it was the stinging of the myriad millions of tiny insects that buzzed around the foetid jungle. Sharp pricks, annoying but almost imperceptible, that seemed to wiggle their way into the gaps between armor plates and clothing.

'Ow' hissed Minue, swatting at a spot on her neck. She felt flushed, the petite blonde feeling stiflingly hot beneath her lightweight robes. She wasn't the only one, she thought, as her blue eyes scanned the group. The twins behind her walked more awkwardly. Still alert and more than capable of putting an arrow into a foe from over a hundred yards away, but now they were... Minue gulped. Their lithe thighs were rubbing together, their faces flushed, and one of them, she still struggled to tell them apart, was chewing on her own lip.

'Quick' Elre urged, seemingly the only Elf in control of herself and aware of what was actually happening. She hurried her charges through a storm of darts, running helter skelter as dart after dart found smooth ageless skin, and towards the temple.

'Down...down' the leader urged. Elre, despite her remarkable self control, was fighting her own rising pulse. Her breath came in ragged heaves, and she found her eyes lingering over the shapely sight of Folwin's rear up ahead. The scout was panting as she ran, hips swaying, and Elre had to fight a sudden urge to reach forward and slap that ass.

Inside, in the gloom of the temple, they paused. Breathing hard. Nipples erect. Every move a slight agony of unfulfilled arousal.

'Mm...maybe we should...should go more lightly...' suggested Verra. There were no objections and, without even posting a guard, the group began to strip down into the underwear and essential equipment they told themselves was strictly a matter of necessity.

 

[Kaybee]

The atmosphere within was oppressive, the shadows seeming to encroach upon the light and shift within the silence. A soft dripping sound echoed through the halls, its source impossible to determine. There was one relief in here at least, the air was slightly cooler than outside, even if it made the elves all the more aware of the heat within them. Soothing and maddening at the same time.

Once they had determined that none of the skinks were following them, the elven party assessed their options. Apart from the hallway leading back outside, four paths extended ahead of them. To the right and left, hallways leading off, one leading upwards, presumably towards the temple spire, the other leading down into who-knows where. Ahead on the other hand were two more paths, running parallel for a time. The right path turned sharply a few meters in, leading off into the unknown, while the left carried on into the distance before opening up into some sort of chamber.

Which way to go? And could they really afford not to watch their backs knowing what lurked outside in the jungles?

 

[Reydan]

Minue was boiling. Her skin was flushed and sweat trickled down the young elf's soft frame. A bead slid down the soft curve of her slender back, along the ridge of her spine, and down, teasingly, into her ass crack.

'Ahhhh Gods' she gasped, practically tearing at her clothes. 'I've got to get out of these. So hot....hells how does anyone last in this heat?' She was stripping out of her mage robes, revealing her petite, curvy, body clad in a soft silken one piece that hugged her assets invitingly.

Turning to glower at her, her better sense alarmed by this dangerous decision to shed protection, Elre's protest died in her mouth as she saw the twins stripping out of their armour too. They stood there, awkwardly looking between Mage and Commander, before Elre rolled her shoulders.

'Fine' she said, voice curt. Truth be told her body was achingly hot as well. 'But make sure you have everything you need.'

She scanned the entrance ways, the only one of the group in a onepiece apart from Minue, as the others stripped down to bra and panties. Then she gave her orders. 'Minue, Darshee, Vera, with me.' She gestured to the passage that led into some sort of chamber. 'I think safety in numbers is key'. Her eyes flicked to the door they had come through. 'Folwin' she said to the scout, pointing to the floor, 'stay here. Guard our backs. If they come in numbers retreat back to find us.'

It was a mistake, Elre's only one, leaving Folwin behind. The scout seemed the most collected of them all, but really she was struggling. Unbeknownst to her group, as a youngster Folwin had been caught by Beastmen in the forest. They had had their way with her, singularly and as a group, for a week before she escaped. Now, with the Lizard toxins coursing through her veins, those painful memories were becoming confused by the growing heat in her body, and she eyed the doorway warily.

 

[Kaybee]

No longer uncumbered by armor and less one scout, the elven troupe made their way along the hall. Stylized frescoes had been carved from the slabs, worn with age but still comprehensible, yet as they ventured towards the chamber the images grew more and more defined.

And more and more debauched in turn...

Depictions of raucous orgies and intense copulations, stylized to the point of exaggeration and explicit to the point of outright pornography. Women of several recognizable elven and human descents being claimed by everything from ordinary men to towering beasts and all that lay between besides.

The heat only seemed to get worse, the longer they looked.

At the end of the hallway a chamber lay. It seemed central, or at least close to that. Sunlight shone down from above, illuminating a massive altar in the middle of the great circular room. Atop the altar, an orb lay, swirling with eerie purple energies and seeming to drink in the light that poured down upon it, swallowing it, empowering it.

Should any of the elves look closely, they might find it difficult to look away, the shifting power within the smoothed crystal evoking fascination, hinting that it might show more if only they would come closer...

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Folwin would find it difficult to keep from squirming as she waited. She could see the silhouettes of the other team, visible against whatever light came from the chamber beyond, but she wasn't supposed to be watching them.

She was watching everywhere else to ensure that nothing and no one could sneak up on them.

Minutes passed, heat growing, lust swelling, tempting her. Surely no one would follow them into such tight quarters... Numbers that helped in the jungle would only be a disadvantage within these narrow halls...

Surely she could take a moment... Just a moment... Please herself, take the edge off. She would be a better sentry if she was fully alert and aware...

...Right?

 

[Reydan]

Her bow was held in twitching hands as Folwin watched the blackness of the door. She had taken a seat on a raised outcrop of rock, smooth obsidian like much of the temple around her, and as she eyed the empty space of the doorway her slender legs parted. Inch by inch she spread herself out, biting her lip, trying to deny what she was doing to herself.

Did she miss a movement? Her green eyes flicked upwards. She had been looking at the long, smooth, hard, shaft of her bow. Running her slender fingers up and down the polished wood. It was thick and powerful and, her heart beating, she maneuvered it between her legs. It took but moments for the dark haired scout to begin rubbing her panty clad mound with the bow shaft, whimpering out her heated need in the empty room. Her thoughts were on terrible things, dark things, of being taken by what might emerge from the black jungle outside and even though she told herself she was keeping watch, her muffled panting grew slowly into a keening whine for attention as she tried and failed to grind herself to orgasm.

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Deeper in the temple, far beyond their masturbating scout, the other elven women looked around. The room's decorations were a cause of consternation among the group. Darshee and Verra tittered like schoolgirls, the brunette twins pointing out particularly exotic and intense parts of the decoration, particularly when they felt that Elre wasn't watching. Their leader was still on edge, her experience and her force of will fighting off the growing heat more effectively than the others, but she too found her eyes lingering over particularly large and impressive cocks.

There was one the white-haired warrior found that had a human woman wearing little more than an elaborate bikini chained to the throne of a giant, slug-like, creature with a wide face and huge tongue. A strange almost monkey creature tittered and cavorted on its shoulder as it looked lustily at its slave girl. The noble elf, from a long line of courtiers and high society figures, felt a strange trill of excitement at the idea of being the slave of such a disgusting beast. Of being so thoroughly degraded.

She was so distracted that she took her eyes off the blonde sorceress. Minue was climbing the dais in an almost trance, having shed all of her clothes at the base of the steps, her fingers outstretched to the purple orb swirling mysteriously on the altar. 'Minue no....' shouted Elre, suddenly turning back to see the young mage, but it was too late. Her fingertips made contact with the magical surface of the thing.

 

[Kaybee]

Soft footfalls sounded, a heavy creature walking lightly. Was Folwin imagining things? Hearing phantom sounds? Did she want something to emerge from the darkness? Her soft panting filled the room, wet squishing as her slick nethers ground against the bowstave. Had the shadows grown longer? Were the footsteps growing louder? She should stop, she had to stop... Or else...

Or else...

Or else... Maybe she didn't want to stop...

Maybe she didn't care...

One of the shadows was still growing, resolving into a shape, massive and bipedal yet feral and hunched. A mighty Saurus warrior stepped into the room from the upper passage, and fixed yellow eyes upon the likely-still-masturbating elven scout. Was it some sort of dream or delusion?

Did she want it to be?

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The orb pulsed as Minue came into contact, a wave of force and otherness shooting out from it. The sorceress' hair seemed to rise and float as warp energies wrapped around her in a coruscating pillar, half-hiding her from sight as they twisted and writhed. Within the column, Minue would feel the fire tickling her, like a thousand teasing tongues running over her naked body. A thousand questing fingers seeking, caressing, teasing...

Around her...

Inside her...

It was wrong, tainted, and yet, it felt so good.

Outside the pillar, the wave of energy had thrown the others back, tossing them to the ground, sending searing heat shooting through them, ramping their lust up even further. The chamber began to shake, a peculiar sense of weightlessness setting in as the floor began to sink. The exits to the room were closing, great stone slabs sliding into place to bar the doors. Only the pedestal of the orb remained where it was, the rest of the floor slowly descending.

They could try to jump and climb onto the platform, facing the warpfire that was seemingly consuming their sorceress in doing so. Or they could wait, ready steel themselves, and be ready for whatever might lie below...

 

[Reydan]

Minue threw back her head and gasped, writhing as the tendrils of arcane power slid over her body. Her naked form was suspended a foot or two above the ground, tossed and used by the warp energy. There was something dark and terrible in the power, the young mage knew, but in that moment she cared not. She surrendered herself to it, opening her mouth in a desperate moan, allowing it to take control of her.

Elre vaulted for the pedestal as the floor beneath them began to sink, the white haired leader narrowly making the edge as the floor behind her slid away. She tottered on the edge, unsteady, but finally found her footing, now inches away from the gasping body of her mage companion.

The twins had no hope. Far too far from the pedestal, they were forced to slide, watching their balance, towards each other, as defensive a formation they could manage as the platform sank into the depths of the temple.

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Folwin saw the Sauren through a haze, her eyes hooded with lust. No matter how the tiny elf ground her wet sex against the bow, now liberally lubricated with her juices, she didn't seem to find piece. Her body still burned for release.

The creature hulked, scale and claw over muscle and sinew. Reptilian eyes watched her from the darkness of the doorway as Folwin placed, slowly and deliberately, the bow to one side. Sliding up to her knees, not breaking eye contact with the Lizard, she slid her fingers up and down her nearly bare body. Her bra slid from her chest, revealing pert young breasts, before with a little flourish she released the tie holding her panties onto her slender form. Naked and revealed before the Sauren, she waited, kneeling on the stone, for him to approach.

 

[Kaybee]

For all the physical intrusions of the flames, it was not until Minue's mental guard lowered that she doomed herself to her fate. As Elre watched the flames coursing across the sorceress' skin began to thin, becoming more and more ephemeral as the fire faded, or at least that was how it seemed at first. As the tendrils of flame shrank, their actions became more and more obvious. They were flowing into Minue, pouring down her throat and filling up her insides from above and below.

A tattoo that shimmered with that same violet power formed over the elven woman's womb, branding her, and when Minue's eyes opened, the formerly ordinary pupils now glowed with tainted tainted light of the flames infesting her.

Within her body, Minue felt heat rise, roaring, wanton and consuming. Her body was burning, burning with desire, and a voice whispered into her thoughts as she looked at Elre. You want her... You may take her... Bring her to us... A litany of want, of desires to suppress, to dominate, to own and enslave all she saw.

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Below the pedestal on the sinking floor, the twins saw the purple light slowly flicker and fade away, but they had to be careful. If they spent too long looking up, they might miss threats emerging from below... As they descended, falling deeper and deeper on their platform, water began to creep up under them, cool and dark. Sources of light came into view, but as the platform sank, the water climbed.

Finally, it stopped, just past their hips. It was almost a relief, to be in the cool liquid, it soothed the heat in it's own way, yet unbeknownst to them, it also increased sensitivity. If they spent too long in the liquid, even the mere motion of it against their skin would be enough to paralyze with sensation, and that was to say nothing of the creatures living within.

Every motion would bring the attention of the many-limbed monsters., and already some were moving, reaching out their tentacles towards the elven girls, drawn by the rumble and shudder of the platform that they new meant either food or breeders awaited them.

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The Saurus' expression was impassive, but as he watched Folwin give up on the bow and slowly cast away the last of her garments, he reacted. He shifted at first, and then she saw it, his cock growing, thick and ribbed, an immense shaft to match his muscular body. It was already slick, naturally lubricated by the lizardman's own biology and ready to be used.

His breath steamed in the air, a low growl filling the silence, and then he moved, faster than she would have expected for one of his bulk. In the blinik of an eye he was in front of her, his cock inches away from her face, bobbing slightly from the rapid motions and glistening in the light from outside. One clawed hand was next to her throat, but as she watched, it clenched slightly, then relaxed.

The Lizardman folded his arms and waited, wanting to see what the lust-drunk kneeling high elf would do left to her own devices first.

...Wanting to see her break down and choose...

 

[Reydan]

Folwin exhaled, her hungry eyes running up and down the muscular body of the Saurus warrior standing before her. She arched her back, thrusting her perfect breasts up into the foetid air of the underground catacombs, taut nipples cutting the air. Her hot face brushed against the scaly fingers of the beast, a desperate need coursing through her system. She spread her legs, one hand parting her aroused lower lips invitingly, revealing the tight wetness between her thighs.

Her breath came in pants as she exhaled, reaching out with questing lips. Her mouth brushed his cock, tasting its slick lubrication, before Folwin opened her lips in a soft 'o' and began to take the head of the cock into her mouth. It was thicker than any she had had before, save for the Beastmen who had tried her body when they captured her, and her dark head began to bob lewdly as she sucked on the lizard's shaft.

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'Minue?' Elre only got a moment, just a split second, before the curvy blonde was upon her. She dodged the first lunge, sidestepping out of pure instinct, her hand grabbing Minue's wrist as she did, but the other girl was fast. Unnaturally fast. She pressed her body forward, spinning in hold, so that she ended up with her bubbly rear pressed against Elre's groin, having wrapped the white-haired leader's arms around her as she spun on the spot.

She gyrated her body, grinding them together, despite the leader's stuttered protests. Elre could feel her body reacting in spite of itself, the latent magic of whatever the sorceress had triggered surging through the air around them.

'No Minue'. Instead of her usual ringing tone of command it was an almost whine. A pleading attempt to feebly get the blonde to stop.

But stop Minue wouldn't. Whatever had spoken to her was now ringing in her ears, and she reached up, pulling the resisting face above her own down into a passionate, probing kiss.

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In the water, in the darkness, it was a more desperate affair. The twins thrashed, calling out to each other in the blackness, hearing rather than seeing the creatures beginning to move. Their bodies had the same ache as all the other elves in the place, but there was something about the terror of the pit that instinctively told them that this would not be sensual or seductive. There was a craving in the air, a hunger in the void around them.

'Darshee....' Verra called out, her voice high and panicked. What had started as a call for help turned into a cry of alarm as a beast loomed up behind her sister and Verra could only watch helplessly as Darshee was pulled back into its clutches. Then she too began to thrash as cool tentacles began to circle around her legs and tug at her resisting form.

 

[Kaybee]

Any attempt to reply from Darshee would be cut off quite suddenly by a tentacle, thick and ribbed and yet prehensile and wriggling at the same time forcing it's way past her lips and down her throat. Slime spread where it touched, changing her, twisting her, making her more elastic, more flexible, closer to the ideal breeder it sought.

Verra's captor on the other hand was more insidious. Rather than lifting her out of the liquid it held her down, pinning her feet to the bottom as its tentacles crawled up her legs, twining up the slowly sensitizing skin towards her pussy and asshole and glinding against them, grinding into her tight entrances, uncaring for whatever struggles or screaming she might attempt.

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As Minue tangled Elre in limbs and smothered her in kisses, the platform continued to grind around them. To and From the pedestal, stone bridges began to extend, thin strands of carved rock connecting the platform to the rest of the temple once more.

And to it's inhabitants...

As the tainted elf tormented her commander, the Lizardmen had been drawn by the noise. Saurus filed into the room from iits four doors, watching them from the edges. At first, one might wonder why none of them approached. Many of them already had massive erections growing from their hips, yet they made no move to claim the females before them.

It took only a few minutes to find out why.

From the darkness they emerged, standing a full head and shoulders over their saurus kin, elongated and alien, yet more powerful. Kroxigors.

Three approached, one from each direction, and the voice whispered in Minue's yielding mind, puppeting her willing body. Offer her to them, present them with their new worshippers.

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The taste was indescribable, raw, meaty, sweat and sex, primal and powerful. The smell, the feel, the ridged hardness and rigid heat burned themselves across Folwin's senses, imprinting into her brain. This was real, it was too intense, too powerful to be anything less, yet what did that revelation really mean? After all, could she really have failed to notice all this time?

Could she really deny the desire to stay kneeling? To worship this cock with every hole? To surrender herself to him?

Did she have a choice?

She felt the claws at the back of her head, and realized that one way or another, she had lost her choice the moment he'd found her. She belonged to him now, and he would use her as he saw fit. A fact he demonstrated by slowly pulling her deeper, forcing her to take more of his massive shaft into her mouth.

 

[Reydan]

It took little urging for the Saurus grasping Folwin's head to increase her submission to him. She was on hands and knees now, before him, one hand fondling his massive alien testicles and the other snaking between her legs to fondle her sex. She kept herself upright only through the strength of her legs and her vice-like grip on the Saurus. Her mouth was hot and wet, so unlike any lizard-mate the warrior would have had before, and her throat yielded to the flared and ridged nature of his shaft as he ground it deeper into her.

Wet noises filled the chamber as she slurped on his shaft, her head bobbing up and down like little more than a wooden top floating on the ocean waves. His musk filled Folwin's senses and she felt her pussy spasm around her own nimble fingers. She needed him to fuck her. Needed to feel this cock within her. She let out a wordless agonized moan of lustful need.

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The twins thrashed and flailed in the dark water. There was almost no light down here in the pit, and it was all about sensation. The elves could feel the tentacles probing them and, as much as they fought it, the thick slimy organs were changing them. Darshee's eyes were wide, her voice a muffled moaning scream, as she fought against the tentacle pushing down her throat. Her body tingled, the beast's precum affecting her insides and making her body ache for more.

Verra, on the other hand, was moaning more audibly. Her head was thrown back, her legs quaking in the tight hold of the beast, as it began to tease and test her. Her lower body felt hot, boiling hot, as the beast explored her holes. It was as if her insides were twisting and knotting within, her body struggling with itself, as it was somehow preparing itself for what was to come. Unknown to Verra, her ovaries went into overdrive, as did her twin's, preparing to receive a thorough breeding.


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'Get...uhhh....offff....of...meeeee' gasped Elre. The tall noble was still in some sort of control of her function, centuries of training keeping her from succumbing entirely. But no tactic or strategy could have prepared her for the sensual attack of the stacked little blonde. Minue was all over her, kissing and caressing, her tender fingers and soft lips pushing Elre beyond what the white-haired noble could bear.

The kroxigors loomed close, as Elre moaned in aroused fear. She saw their massive pillars, the thick cocks jutting out from their waists, and she gasped. It gave Minue an opening, the blonde slipping around behind her former leader and cupping her breasts from behind. Fingers tweaked her nipples, lips and tongue teased her neck, and hips ground into her from behind.

And Elre...just...melted.

Collapsing to her knees she was putty, panting and mewling, as a triumphant Minue pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. Elre managed to prop herself up on her elbows but, there she was - legs spread and inviting as the Kroxigors loomed closer. Minue didn't even wait, stepping to the closest one and pressing her small body to that massive, throbbing, shaft.

 

[Kaybee]

The saurus gazed down at the twitching elven scout as she debased herself beneath him, her mind steadily eroding under the temple's influence as she slobbered on his cock and ravaged herself with her fingers, her throat bulging obscenely around his girth as she swallowed him over and over again. The sensation was incredible, nothing like the male had ever felt before, a worthy offering to the pleasure the temple demanded they worship, yet there was a deeper need, a greater imperative, to breed.

Between that carnal instinct and the wanton sounds of Folwin's desperation, the urge to experience more of these new sensations were set aside. He could enjoy her other pleasures later, right now, he wanted... Needed... To claim her properly.

He pulled her back, dragging her mouth off his cock and then half-turning her, facing her away from him as he sat and wrapped his hands around her waist. He doubted her legs would hold her up, and wished to take no chances as his prick towered between her legs, giving her a good look at the massive shaft about to split her open before he lifted her up and set her at it's tip.

He let a beat pass by, savouring that moment.

Then he pulled her down and thrust upwards in a single powerful motion, and Folwin was claimed.

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As the changes began to take hold the tentacles responded, growing and pulsing, introducing the twins to new dimensions of girth and length as they worked. Suspended mid-air as she was, Darshee was easy to follow up on. A pair of tentacles dove towards her, the faster of the two plunging into her pussy without so much as a preamble while the slower was forced to settle for her asshole, filling her rear with slimy thickness. They coordinated almost immediately too, alternating thrusts to ensure that the poor elf was never truly emptied of tentacle, all three constantly pistoning in and out of her, filling the air with muffled moans and the wet sounds of massive prehensile shafts plundering three tight holes.

But she was not the only one to make noise, and unlike her, Verra remained unmuffled. The tentacles around the twin seemed more than happy to tease her into insanity as they continued their climb. Two of them had found their ways into her holes, fucking her no less powerfully than their counterparts did her sister, but the rest still crawled over her, wrapping her in a thousand twining and coursing limbs. They spread the water over her along with their own secretions, coating her bit by bit in a concoction that would change her forever, creeping up over her hips, then slowly making their way along the curves of her waist, climbing, climbing, oh so painfully slowly.

Yet when everywhere they touched would eventually inflame to become as sensitive as any erogenous zone she cared to name, by the time they finishedit would take only the briefest handful of touches to reduce her to a screaming orgasmic mess.

If she managed to escape at all that is...

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The kroxigor ignored Elre's feeble attempt to resist, and gave every impression that it would hardly have cared for anything she could try. It made no effort to restrain her arms or hold her down, it simply knelt, held the legs that minue had been so eager to spread for him apart, and pushed his cock against her womanhood, slowly increasing the pressure on her entrance as he eased her open, agonizingly slowly and yet all too quickly at the same time.

Bit by bit, her body was opened, and then something gave, some little part of Elre realized in an instant that he had opened her up enough to push forwards, and somehow he realized the same.

There was no mercy, no slowly working the elven captain up and down to ease his massive shaft into her. No, the kroxigor's raw power made such things unnecesssary. His might was inexorable, his claim undeniable. He grabbed Elre, and then he pushed, filling her with inch after inch of massive reptilian shaft. He would not stop, he would not wait. He would simply push, until every last bit of his manhood was inside her. Such was the warrior's claim.

Meanwhile, the other two kroxigors surrounded Minue. They recognized the warped glow of her eyes and understood that she had been blessed.

She would have the honor of talking two warriors at once.

With the fire burning inside her, easing her body, preparing her for them, it was the work of second for them to open her up. She felt every bit of girth as they eased her between them, filling her lower holes with their massive shafts, but there was no pain, and her body that should have given out under the strain of such massive insertions instead simply bulged elastically around them, the flames she had consumed preserving her, making her ideal.

 

[Reydan]

Elre's eyes were wide as she watched the Kroxigor approach. His cock seemed to loom over her, like a massive monolith, but his approach was inexorable. She watched, body shaking, as his clawed hands gripped her hips and, inch by inch, he began to feed his massive shaft into her. It spread her wet lips and pushed, hard and deep, into her sex. Her feet scrabbled on the stone floor, but she didn't pull away. There was something about the looming power of the lizard beast that held her in place. Her noble pride was suborned to a desire to see this beast claim her, despite her horror at that very thought, and as he pushed into her she let out a low, carnal, moan.

Minue, meanwhile, was in ecstasy. As their muscular bodies pushed together, almost crushing her between them, the warpfire corruption burning in her took over. She was a mewling, moaning, writhing thing. Working her feminine hips and ample rear to allow them better access to her formerly pure body. She did not dwell on the lack of pain, or the strange elasticity that coursed through her, or the way in which the lizards wordlessly understood her need. This was all...natural. Her part in this cosmic plane. And she welcomed it as she bounced between them.

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The tentacles were relentless. It was impossible to know, for the elven twins, whether one beast or multiple were fucking them. But they were honestly beyond comprehension. Suspended in the air, one muffled by thick alien tentacle and the other screaming out her submission at the top of her lungs, they were hoisted and turned this way and that. The beast or beasts below seemingly not caring for anything other than reshaping their bodies for their own needs. At one point the two were brought together, hanging limply as they were rough-fucked in each hole, and their eyes locked in the near blackness of the pool.

'Darsheeeeeeee' sobbed Verra, eyes wide, one free hand reaching out to cup her twin's cheek. Her voice was ragged, pleasure and fear all entwined together, and the noise came out as a moan.

The tentacle withdrew from Darshee's mouth, dripping with her saliva and the thing's liquid pre-seed, and her sister gasped for air. 'Ve....v...Ver...ra....ahhh' she chocked out, 'Gods....Verra..... what is this?'

Verra shook her head, unable to answer, and at that point the tentacles drew them closer. Their faces inches apart. 'Darshee' Verra breathed, before leaning in. Desperate for some succor in that blackest of horrors. She kissed her sister on the mouth, their tongues tentative at first but more and more eager, as they moaned their orgasms into each other.

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Folwin was eager. She felt him pull her off of his cock, gasping for air as strands of her spittle and his precum dripped from his scaly length to spatter her naked chest and neck. Her body was feather-weight for him as he pulled her up, positioning her above him, and she moaned in needy anticipation.

When it came his insertion was ecstasy itself. The breeding urge was on the elf, the scout's time in the wilderness, her encounter with the beastmen, and now the pheremones of the Saurus, all combined to tug at something primitive and urgent within Folwin. A carnal need to be bred, a heat that would not stop as she began to ride that massive shaft, that came from some primordial time when elves were just another savage people.

'Oh yes...you bastard...rut...me...breed me....break me...' she shouted, face flushed, putting as much effort into being fucked as the warrior did into fucking her.

 

[Kaybee]

The Saurus' eyes widened as the comparatively petite scout pushed herself downwards, forcing him into motion to retake the initiative from the brief shock of her wrapping around him so suddenly, gripping him so tightly~. His hips and arms moved in tandem, thrusting his cock up into her while helping her in her own bouncing motions.

It defied reason, defied what the Saurus knew. Females of both sterner temperament and more robust build alike broke on his shaft, it was simply the way things were, but this slip of an elf, this beautiful little slut embraced him, took him all and took more still.

Suddenly, where before the Saurus had been confident, now he was struggling not to go off early, not to disappoint this female who had against all odds proven herself more resilient. Even if it came only because she was simply too wanton to be broken like this.

Or perhaps it was simply that she was already broken in her own way...

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The tentacles did not understand and could not answer, but their actions spoke for them in ways that words could not. The spasms of orgasm wrapping tightly around them told the creatures that the elves were ready to be bred, and their limbs pulsed as they ravaged the entangled twins, swelling inside their bodies. The thrusts delved deeper as little bumps began to travel up the lengths of the limbs. Eggs for incubation followed by thick bubbles of fertilizing seed, loaded to stuff both elves to bursting with eldritch children.

In the shadows at the edge of the pool eyes began to gleam in the darkness. The skinks who'd driven the elves into the temple lived in this space, in symbiosis with the many-limbed monsters that lurked in the pool. Their tough hides and short lifespans made the pool that much less hazardous to them, and the tentacles provided them with the means of continuing their population. The women who ended up down here would birth one clutch of tentacles, and then, reshaped into perfect breeders by the combination of the tentacle's secretions and the pool itself, the skinks would take them.

This would be their fate, breeders until the end of their days...

Or at least... It would be if it weren't for the greater plans the gods had for them.

For now though, they would let events unfold.

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Minue was a centerpiece, a monument to debauchery. Her holes stretched around the massive reptilian shafts, her body distorting lewdly around their massive lengths as they bounced her back and forth, steam rolling off their breaths despite their cold blood. Their fire was instilling them too, making their cocks glow with eldritch light as they savaged her. The blessing of the flames let her take it, reshaped her body to accommodate them, turned any pain she might have felt at such savage use into pleasure.

She was wise, to have taken the blessing. she was strong, to take their cocks. She was powerful, breeder, Matriarch, and she could be in time a Queen... So the voice in the flames promised her, so the flames promised her. She could have pleasure and glory, if only she accepted it.

Surely one so smart as her would not even consider refusal...

But while Minue experienced her own personal connection to the corrupting warp thanks to her magical talent and the flames she had so eagerly accepted, Elre was made central to the ritual going on. The saurus were stamping their feet, drumming the ground in precise time with the Kroxigor's powerful thrusts. It shook the temple, vibrating in and around the elven Captain, until the rhythms began to work in and out of her as much as the cock did, drumming into her body, into her mind. They pounded in her chest and head, encouraging her to move with them, to join in the tribal beat and become one...

 

[Reydan]

Varshee and Derra began to gasp, their arousal and submission vocalised in sobbing little noises, as they felt the bulges travel along the tentacles filling their sexes. Each one was like a knot, working apart their labia and pushing deep into their cores. A mixture of pain and pleasure that sent spasms through their aching bodies and waves of pleasure crashing against their broken minds.

As they swelled with eggs, their bodies changed. Their ovaries mutated under the influence of the creatures, knotting and twisting to alter their purpose. Now they would exude chemicals aimed to make the womb as fertile as possible. Likewise the pumping action of the tentacles, and the secretions that filled their holes, made their back passages more wet and pleasurable for later intrusions, and thin streams of nurturing milk trickled from their nipples.

Throughout it all they writhed and gasped in ecstatic, mindbending, pleasure.

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Minue, in that moment, her small body pinned between two slabs of scaled muscle, her sex and rear ravaged by their massive shafts, would have agreed to anything. The feeling of those monstrous shafts grinding up against each other inside her body itself was too much for the blonde elf. Her submission was wordless but total.

But it was the sight of the formerly noble Elre, her snowqueen of a former leader, that tipped her over the edge.

The tribal beat, the sounds of dozens of scaled and clawed feet stomping up and down, echoed through her body. Every nerve ending and taut muscle seemed to reverberate with the sound. Her body moved of its own volition. She undulated, her unnaturally lithe frame allowing her to move her body like a wave, rolling with every thrust of the giant lizard. As his turgid shaft caused her lower body to bulge with every thrust, her narrow hips slid up to meet him, to allow the precise angle that gave both of them the most pleasure.

The noble elf's noises came in gutteral grunts and groans, her small hands reaching up to run through her long white hair. She thought about how wonderful, just for a moment, to surrender herself to a tribal life. To forget the structures and strictures of high society that she thrived on and be more animal. To claim or be claimed. To fight and to fuck. To just be...savage.

Watching her leader break pushed Minue over the edge. 'Yes' she urge the voice in her mind. 'Show me, instruct me, allow me to become a Queen of breeding. And give me the power to show others of my kind this pleasure'.

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Folwin, in her own corrupted way, was also on the path to becoming a Queen. A Size Queen.

For the Saurus cock thrusting into her was not enough. Not anymore. Near-frantic, she ground and bounced, feeling its hard length spear up into her wetness. Nothing seemed to calm the burning itch inside her. The feeling of not being sated or filled. Of being incomplete.

Her undulations became more angry, her whine turning into a wordless growl of frustration, as she pistoned her small body in vain on top of the lizard.

The relief was not enough.

 

[Kaybee]

It might well have felt like an eternity, a sea of endless pleasure drowning the twins in the warped desires it inflicted upon them. Their bellies swelled until they could swell no more, filled with egg after egg and then seeded, every bit of space between the orbs within them filled in with seed to fertilize the progeny they had been given.

But eventually there was no more to fill, no space remaining within the two incubators. The tentacles withdrew some, no longer subjecting them to the stomach-stretching, mind-breaking thrusts. They thrust in and out slowly, almost languidly, one might almost have even mistaken it for caring were it not for the other limbs that still danced around them, putting the finishing touches on their remodeling. Breasts formerly flat from lives of exercise and training swelled in anticipation of childbearing and curves formerly taut and lean rounded, becoming more plush.

They were still quite recognizably Varshee and Derra, but they had trained themselves into perfect warriors, and now they had been trained into perfect breeders, their very bodies bent to this new purpose that had been bestowed upon them.

Finally, at long last, they were carried, and slowly set down at the very edge of the pool to await the eventual birth.

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The beat was in her body, the beat was in her mind, thrumming, vibrating, faster and faster to the tune of moans and the time of thrusts as she was claimed, conquered, consumed. Take your place. Each womb-claiming thrust seemed to pound any thoughts of resistance right out of her head. Join the tribe. Belong to them, be ruled by them, mind, body, and soul.

Elre broke, and the Kroxigor's endurance broke with her. He roared in triumph as he thrust deep into her body, cum flooding her womb. In an instant she was impregnated, but more importantly she was rebuilt. The tribe's drumming reached a fever pitch, frenzied and manic as they caught the shattered pieces of the Elven captain and slowly put them back together, rebuilding her in their image. Tattoos began to appear on Elre's skin, tribal symbols curling across her once-pristine flesh, marking her indelibly. Not a mere brood mare, but a full warrior, one of them, no different from any other.

If she asked, they would serve, and if they asked, so would she.

Where Elre was of the Tribe though, Minue was more. Her talent in magic and her acceptance of the flame elevated her. A queen amongst them, a ruler, a leader, second only to a Slaan or of course to the gods themselves who spoke into and through her.

Seconds after Elre's submission, the two occupying Minue's body blew their loads as well, yet where Elre's stomach had swollen with the potent seed, Minue's body seemed an endless receptacle, cum pouring into her, yet her figure remained unmarred except for the bulges of those two massive cocks inside her. Her child would be divine, a gift from the gods themselves, and the seed the two massive reptiles filled her with nothing more than an offering to that end.

It would not be the last such offering she would have to make...

Slowly, the kroxigors pulled out, leaving the two remade elven women to lay there, cum oozing from their holes. The Saurus waited with bated breath, to see what their new sister and new queen would do.

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The saurus couldn't help it. She gripped him too tightly, bounced on him too eagerly. Where so many other women would be reduced to little more than a gibbering cocksleeve for him she rode him, taking charge in a way he never imagined possible. It was too much.

His cock twitched, and though he tried to hold back, it was only minutes before he finally lost control and jerked beneath her, helplessly pumping his seed into her constricting little quim. He had held a vain hope that the sensation would be enough to break her but as he felt his balls drain into her he knew that he had no such luck.

He had broken to her instead.

As the Lizardman's head fell back, his stamina spent, Folwin was left with a choice. He had proven himself quite worthless, but she was still eager. There was a tribal beat coming from within the temple, but below there were moans echoing up the passage now, and above...

Above had been curiously silent this whole time...

 

[Reydan]

The elves had little time to enjoy the new curvaceous forms of their fertile bodies. As Varshee and Derra lay, panting, side by side on the cool dark stone they felt their bodies begin to churn. 'Ohhh Godddsssss' Derra moaned, reaching out for her twin's hand, their fingers snaking together as they trembled in anticipation. It was not clear whether she was calling on the Gods of her people, so distant in this dark wet pit, or the creatures churning down below in the black water.

'Ohhh Derra...I feel...I feel' panted Varshee, her free hand lying on her bulging midriff. The skin flexed and boiled, large egg-shaped lumps clearly visible beneath her pale skin in the small shaft of light that shone weakly down into the chasm. Both women were panting, their legs open wide, and both felt a natural urge to position their sexes facing the water's edge.

'Ohhh...ahhh...ohhh' they panted, a rough panicked unison, as waves of pleasure and pain mingled and crashed over their consciousnesses.

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Elre was remade. Power coursed through her, a sense of belonging that she had not felt in centuries. A primal, strong, sense of clan and kinship that tugged at the tribal past of the elven people coded deep in her subconscious. She found a strange new energy within her, able to stand on shaking legs, feeling the Kroxigor's seed boiling inside of her body. She stepped to the great Lizard, feeling nothing more than affection for him. Not the romantic love of a partner, or even the raw lust of a partner, but the deeper bond of a tribe-member and hunting partner.

She gripped his arm, appreciating his strength, even as his clawed hand ran over her side and rear feeling her lithe speed and power. Their eyes met, an acknowledgement of each other as equals, before she turned to Minue.

The blonde was a mess of cum and sweat, her body left heaving for air on the stone altar as the saurus warriors stepped back reverentially. As Elre approached their eyes met and the power dynamic was shifted. 'My Queen' Elre spoke, and in that moment they both realised that they could speak the Lizard tongue. The white-haired older elf approached and, running her tongue up one quivering leg, lapped a mouthful of cum from Minue's abused pussy. She climbed up, mounting the blonde mage, giving the crowd a delicious view of their exposed holes as she bent down. Their noses touched and, instinctively, Minue's hot little mouth opened to receive the thick load of cum that Elre dribbled from her own lips into the other woman's.

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He was spent. Folwin looked down, sweeping her tangled brown hair back from her head, as she looked down at the exhausted warrior beneath her. His limp cock lay flaccid on his powerful body. She felt nothing.

She stood, her legs slowly regaining feeling, and looked around. She was unsated. Unfulfilled. Was this it? Her body tingled with newly discovered lust and need. An almost arrogant hunger filled her mind crowding out other thoughts. Was this the very best that the lizards had to offer?

Below her the sound of soft moans and primal drums sounded, but she cared not. She had no attachment to her former squad anymore, no interest in what they might be experiencing. All she wanted was personal connection. Her personal fulfillment. She climbed the stairs, slowly winding her way up into the mysterious stone temple, searching out something more.

 

[Kaybee]

It was impossible to tell how long passed them there, an eternity of delight as their new children began to move inside them, tentative wriggles at first as the outer shells of the eggs began to dissolve, then swimming within their wombs, uncaring for the shifting sensations that their motions brought as they explored the new space. The first to hatch were strong, eating the unhatched weak and growing within them, growing strong.

And then the birthing...

The first slipped out, already thicker than any elven man's cock, sliding out of Varshee's pussy with a wet and sinuous sound before making for the water's edge. Then, the second from Derra's snatch, then the third, and fourth, and fifth, one after another after another. Slithering out of their mothers first one at a time, then in twos and threes as the dozens of newborn tentacles made their way to their new home, diving into the madness-inducing liquid and vanishing even as their twin mothers screamed in ecstasy.

Sound enough to bring the fathers back in seconds to be sure, and yet, the tentacles did not reemerge, and as the last tentacles slid free, and the twins' bellies slowly grew taut and toned once more, there came a sound from behind.

This was where the skinks lived, in symbiosis with the tendrils. Once a clutch was birthed, the little lizards would lay claim to the remainder, the women molded into perfect breeders by the corruptive limbs and fluids. Dozens of them now surrounded the pair, and then one stepped forwards, a Skink chief bringing himself up, such that they could see his twin cocks, thick and pulsing. He was no saurus, but he was still far bigger than any man they would have met before this venture.

He looked at them, watching for their reactions as he presented his shaft for their attention.

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A roar went up as their lips met, the tribal beat returning in full force as they tasted the thick seed, mixed with each other's juices. The fire within Minue flared a moment, a glow behind her eyes that passed from queen to subject. It was but an ember compared to the flame that burned within the little sorceress, a fragment of the power she'd been granted, the gift she'd been given now shared, binding them together in the thrall of the greater mind that had overseen this tribe.

Around them the Saurus chanted praise. "Hail! Hail! Queen of the Tribe! Worship and Lust for her!" Golden eyes watched expectantly, waiting for commands even as their cocks jutted out towards them. They would kill for Minue, they would die for Minue, they were her tribe, her warriors. Elre's brothers in arms and mates in heat.

And in her mind, the fire showed a vision of the white and gold of her home. Of the Maelstrom at it's heart.

Bring me to this place... And complete your ascension... More breeders to claim, more warriors to induct. An entire continent of women who would only need to be shown the glory of her new people. Who could bend knee to the might of the flame and bare their pussies for the seed of the Lizardmen.

She had already taken power, and she could still be so much more.

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More Saurus patrolled the chamber above, just as big as the one who'd disappointed Folwin in the entrance hall, yet what they guarded was another matter. Stegadons and Cold Ones. Hulking and bestial and hung well enough to shame even a kroxigor. Pens lined the walls as guards wandered between them, distracted as they listened to the moans and roars coming from below, yet dutiful enough to keep to their orders, knowing they would get their own shares soon enough if only they waited.

Perhaps they were more right than they thought, since if Folwin wish to sample the beasts, it was likely she would need to take care of their handlers first.

Perhaps they would be more interesting working together. Or perhaps she could simply remove them from her path.

 

[Reydan]

Rejuvinated by the healing waters and the terrible, sensual, act of birthing their strange spawn, the elven sisters looked at each other. Flushed and panting, neither knew exactly what the future had in store for them but, in that moment, neither cared. Derra slipped onto all fours, a wicked, hungry, grin painting her angular face. Within seconds Varshee was mimicing her pose and the two, toned rears bobbing and waving in the dark air, crawled towards the endowed lizard.

Soft wet mouths enveloped the twin heads of his throbbing cocks, the elven breeders already so attuned to their new roles in life that their glistening snatches steamed with lusty heat in the hot air of the pool. Pretty soon their dark heads were bobbing up and down, assuming a pleasing alternate rhythm as Derra rose and Varshee fell and visa versa. Where once the thought of performing sexual acts in front of each other would have filled the sisters with horror, now they were lost in the moment. Unaware and uncaring about the lewdness of the scene as they moaned and sucked around the thick cocks.

They were lost, completely lost, in that dark place of primeval desire and purpose.

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Both elves on the altar revelled in the cheering, roaring, celebration of their new purpose. Elre slithered off the smaller blonde mage, snatching a final, amused, kiss. The white haired veteran's confident strut was back, but this time it was more...carnal. She had once, many centuries ago, spent some time with the woodland cousins of her race and had marvelled in both admiration and slight revulsion at their indulgent natures. For a Wood Elf, it had seemed, everything corresponded to the flow of nature - their actions attuned to the call of the wilder part of their natures. Now...now she understood fully what that meant. To both understand her natural authority and power as a war leader and experienced fighter but also her sexual nature as a woman, fertile and strong, amid a sea of aroused, and arousing, males.

She stepped over to a knot of Saurus warriors, stroking powerful arms as she smiled at her new comrades. 'Take me to where I can find some armour' she purred, the lizard tongue more and more natural to her as the magic took effect. 'I know you fight alongside Amazons - perhaps something closer to what they wear would be practical....and....' her hand trailed down one scaled, muscular, chest to tease the edge of a tented loincloth '....pleasing?'

Minue, meanwhile, was wrapped in pleasure still. She moaned, hands running over her curvy form, caressing her full breasts and taut nipples. She moaned. Such heat. Such power. Such....purpose. She let out a little trill of delight. The visions in her mind had provided her with a target, a tempting one at that, and she fully intended to act upon it. Finally, she too slid down from the altar and looked about.

She needed to find out more about how such an invasion could take place, and how she could best oversee it. She licked her lips at the very thought. She needed to see the guiding powers of the Lizard people. She needed, she knew, to see the mysterious Slann.

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The petite form of the scout moved through the shadows of the temple undercrofts with practiced ease. The first, and last, thing the Saurus guards heard of her presence was the whirr of her arrows through the musty air. Two, four, ten... they died without knowing who was attacking them, slain to a man from the shadows. It was only then that Folwin approached the holding pens.

Beasts stalked backwards and forwards. The lizard looking ones were fierce, she could tell, snapping at her shadow and sniffing for her scent on the air. With a skilful grace she slid open the locks of their pens from a distance, watching as they stalked out as a pack, snarling and jockying for place. For a moment she thought the Cold Ones might strike at her, seek her out in the shadows, but the distant sounds of merriment and the scent of living beings was too much, it seemed, for the pack. They stalked off into the dark passages.

The great lumbering beasts were harder to read. Her eyes strayed, instinctively it seemed, to one held in solitary confinement, away from the others. It paced, smaller and angrier than the others. A youngster in heat, although there was no way for Folwin to know that.

A sudden, strange, carnality took over and she found herself slipping out her clothes in the shadows and, gingerly, sliding in through the door to the pen, standing naked before the mighty beast and watching as its nostrils picked up her feminine scent.

 

[Kaybee]

The chieftan hissed in pleasure as the other skinks crowded around the pair. The lithe former intruders, now wanton breeders, the lizards delighted in the show the newly submissive scouts put on as their lips moved against the twin manhoods in perfect counterpoint. Jockeying against each other, the crowd tightened around the two, a press of scaled bodies enclosing them. More cocks jutting out into the air as they eagerly reached in.

The chief was first to get the twins attention, but a single breeder was a rare occurrence, much less two of them at once, and while the rest of the tribe did defer for a time, they were not about to wait forever.

The leader's hands came down, grasping both elves heads and pulling them deeper, thick cocks pushing over tongues and down, into the pair's throats, not caring that their cheeks rubbed against each other with the closeness. Behind, the first hands began to roam over Varshee and Derra's bodies, scaled digits grasping, stroking, pinching. At their sides, their thighs, their shoulders at first, eager just to get a touch of their smooth-skinned bodies, but then the crowd pressed closer still and Varshee found hands on her breasts, Derra felt fingers close to pinch her nipples, thick columns of flesh ground into sopping pussies, the tribe steadily working itself into a frenzy.

These little tastes would only sate their appetites for so long... The urge to breed was thick in the air, the scent of ready females and the heady pheromones of eager males mingling. Then one brave skink thrust into Derra's snatch, filling her with both of his cocks at once and loosing a triumphant cry as the group exploded into action. Three jostled with each other at Varshee's cunt for a second before one slammed himself him in a similar way, both twins suddenly being fucked with rapid abandon as the skinks raced to be the first to pump their seed inside the twins, the best chances of being the ones to fertilize them.


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"Sister." The largest of the Saurus hissed, head rocking in a nod, eyes raking up and down her Elre's toned and gleaming form, a heavy breath as her hand found the taut cloth that only barely managed to cover his manhood. He turned reluctantly, others assembling around her in an honor guard, five in all, arranged in a pentagonal formation. "Follow." They led her down tunnels, all of them eager, pleased to be the ones she'd chosen and anticipating the chance to be rewarded for that choice. Reptilian eyes tracked the Captain's swaying hips, the shine of sweat on her skin and arousal on her thighs.

The armor they offered her was light yet sturdy, meant to deflect and avoid rather than take a blow head on. They surrounded her, fastening the pieces to her body one at a time, scales touching her skin as they pressed close, their desire saturating the air around her. A bronze chestpiece that fit snugly around her neck like a collar, covering her shoulders and descending just low enough to protect the heart while leaving the abdomen on display from the bottom of her breasts to the hips. A thick belt held faulds on either side and loincloths in front and back, guarding her thighs with more plating while leaving her holes accessible with the mere flip of the fabric. Bracers and greaves shielded forearms and ankles, and when the whole set was assembled golden light coursed over its lines, magical enhancements taking hold.

The Saurus stood back as the last piece was clasped, ringing her now, watching for her approval, waiting for her signal. "We hope you approve." The leader hissed again. Cocks still jutting towards her, inviting her to demonstrate whatever approval she might have...


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While Elre was attended to by the warriors, Minue saw them part before her, allowing the approach of a shaman in full regalia. "You have felt her touch..." It was a statement and a question in one, and with it he stepped forwards, long tongue unfurling from his mouth and pressing at her lips. It slid into the little mage's mouth and down her throat, lingering for a second before pulling back with a slick sound, limned in the same purple fire. "I have tasted of your devotion. I will show you to the Slann."

More parting of warriors, showing the path, walking alongside and just slightly behind, a deferential equal, for now. A long corridor, lit with braziers and carved in friezes depicting ever more debauched acts, the fates of every group that had sought to explore this temple in the past, dating even back to before these Lizardmen had finally conquered it. Hundreds, thousands, every last one, becoming debauched and shameless, spreading it to others, to the world itself.

Finally at the end, a massive chamber, an honor guard of consecrated warriors and a dais of stone and gold, atop which sat the mage priest himself. An enormous being, shorter than the kroxigors, but well endowed enough to put a stegadon to shame. His cock twitched faintly at Minue's approach, but he remained still, eyes glowing with magic, watching her, to see what she would do.


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The Stegadon grumbled gently, it's eyes suddenly blinking to alertness as its head swung slowly side to side, trying to triangulate the new smell that had appeared in it's surroundings. Sharp eyes sought out the female in heat that it knew must be before it, but rather than the bulk of a mate in it's own species, it settled instead upon the slender Folwin.

The beast's gaze narrowed, scenting the air again as it tried to determine whether or not this was a trick, but beneath it, arousal was swelling, a thick cock emerging from it's sheath. His own heat and the scent of a potential mate made him more impulsive and so rather than continue to try and determine the best course of action, he chose to follow his lusts.

Without warning the young stegadon exploded into an abbreviated charge, not a full battle rush, but a quick lunge, intending to knock her down so that he could get at her body properly....

 

[Reydan]

Minue's small, bare, feet padded on the cold stone as she was led into the inner sanctum of this place. She was respectful but not cowed or uncertain - although she had never been here before, this was her home. Where she belonged. The friezes on the walls, of couples of all races locked in erotic, passionate, embrace, just seemed....normal. Her eyes slid over heaving bosoms, throbbing erections, grasping hands, grabbing mouths...and felt a wave of comfortable familiarity.

Magic buzzed about her, filling her senses, but it was different to what she was used to. It was not the dusty arcane power of centuries of knowledge and study of her home. There was nothing of the library or the laboratory here. This was the domain of a primeval, natural, pulsing magic. It washed through her sensitive system like a drug and she smiled softly to herself.

As the doors opened and the hulking figure of the Slann her eyes took in the scene. Minue felt, regretfully, underdressed. Not in terms of clothing as she might wear at a royal court, but, looking at the regalia of the priests and ceremonial guards she thought wistfully about how her curvy body would look in a series of golden chains and jewellery - and nothing else. But that could wait.

Her feet rose, until she was drifting, wafted on a wave of magic across the stone floor, the tips of her toes skimming a hair's breadth off the ground. She set down, gently, next to the Slann. Her small hands deferentially began to stroke his shaft, massaging the huge veined girth in small movements, as she met his gaze.

'Mighty one' she breathed. 'I know of an island fortress, Melitta, that is ripe for our conquest. Filled with elves yet to feel the blessing of your guidance. Of the touch of the Old Gods. Let me go there...share your benevolence with them....'

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She belonged. Elre belonged. Not as a commander, although she clearly had status. Not as an authority figure to be feared or a noble to be respected, but simply a trusted, experienced, member of a group. There was something deeply appealing about that. Something that the mature, white-haired elf craved. And now, clad in the revealing ''armour'' of an amazon she looked from muscular scaled body to muscular scaled body. These were her fellows, her companions, her....

...broodmates, the new whispers of lizard life that magical influence was planting in her brain provided. She had a special bond with them, as they had with each other.

'The question is, brothers, do you approve?' she breathed, smiling, looking at their interested, lusty, gazes.

Her hands reached out, lifting the loincloths of the two nearest, gripping throbbing shafts.

'Is it not time to breed your sister? Make her feel like a true brood-mate? Fuck me like only brothers can fuck a sister?' Something in her acquired knowledge suggest to her that this sort of incest, between children born from the same clutch of eggs, was not only accepted but, to some extent, considered primal and holy.

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Folwin darted to the side, narrowly avoiding being gored by the beast. Although, as she looked up from the floor of the pen and surveyed its body as it shifted, regaining its composure after so closely missing her, the brown-haired scout realised she might be mistaking its motive. An impossibly large shaft throbbed beneath its body and she let out a soft moan.

Finally. Maybe a cock that could satisfy the obscene craving in her body.

A whisper. A whisper of elvish, that language so attuned to animals. Would it work with a might lizard from before the dawn of time? Who knew. But it felt right.

'Come. Friend. Mate' small, simple, direct words.

She slid down, down onto all fours, looking back over her shoulder at the beast. Assuming a position he would naturally expect. Small body aching to feel his shaft. Even though its size would have killed a normal woman, breaking her body in awful ways, Folwin somehow knew she would be able to not only survive but accomodate his great cock.