Scaled Submission

“Submit soft skin. Join my clan!” The creature’s voice was a sibilant rumble.

Lysander trembled in fear as the lizard’s tongue traced the curve of her neck, caressing her skin cool and damp like wet velvet. The scent of rot clung to it, a stark contrast to the faint lavender of her own skin.

The weight of his reptilian body held her in place, is green-grey scales shimmering slightly in the sunlight. In the distance, she heard crying and wailing as her city fell to these invaders. So strong, so deadly.

The lizard… smiled??? A row of needle sharp teeth right in front of her face. A drop of saliva splashing on her cheek as she looked up in desperate, futile resistance. She felt it then as he thrust against her body, his arousal unmistakable. With each thrust, the hard scales of its body scraped against her back, a painful pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. Clawed hands ripped the soft material from her, exposing her breasts to the cool woodland air. Her breath hitched, and her nipples hardened despite her fear.