Blood and other lusts surged through the cold-blooded creature’s veins. Lysander squirmed, trying to resist, but the creature’s arms were like steel.
⚠️ Content: fantasy, creatures, rough sex, dubcon
Scaled Submission
by Mia Sumner
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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.
Blood and other lusts surged through the cold-blooded creature’s veins. Lysander squirmed, trying to resist, but the creature’s arms were like steel. Its teeth clamped down on her neck, tearing through the delicate skin. A scream died in her throat and she froze, scared to move. The creature forced her legs apart, its claws digging into her thighs, leaving bloody welts. It was a predator and she was its prey.
Hands with claws that could tear her skin like paper casually ripped the remaining clothes from Lysander’s body, her protests stifled by shock. The creature picked up her naked body with effortless ease, its cock fully unsheathing as it did so, exposing its full size and girth. It was a monstrous thing, thick and veined, throbbing with a life of its own. Lysander gagged at the sight of it, but her body pulsed with anticipation.
Lysander cried out in alarm as the creature casually tossed and flipped her midair. Hands folding her legs up to her chest, her back against its scaled chest as its cock head rubbed against her pussy lips. Its scales were like shards of obsidian, cold and sharp against her skin. His claws tore at her flesh, leaving trails of fire in their wake. If there had been any question or hope about its intentions previously, all doubt was gone now.
The lizard’s breathing was a hissing growl in next to her ear. It’s strength terrifying and the smell of decaying flesh carried on its warm breath, a reminder of just how dangerous this creature was. Lysander’s chest heaved, the creature’s sheer power triggering things long buried. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body betrayed her. A primal instinct, buried deep within her elven blood, stirred to life. Images flashed through her mind of ancient rituals, forced unions and how her race once served. She was losing herself, becoming nothing more than a vessel for this creature.
She hated it, loathed it, she wanted it dead. But a part of her, a dark and twisted part, was beginning to crave its touch. Was she losing her mind? The thought filled her with horror, but she couldn’t deny the truth of her own reactions.
She looked around the glade, hoping for rescue. Was that fire in the distance, could she smell smoke on the breeze? Surely the whole city could not have fallen already? As powerful as these creatures from her race’s nightmares were, the army would not so easily surrender. They would not submit to slavery again.
Even as she thought this, the creature thrust its cock into her pussy, drawing a reluctant moan from her throat. Lysander’s eyes widened in shock, but her pussy lips spread to accommodate the creature’s girth, her body reacting to and welcoming this invader.
Gravity and muscle pushed the lizard’s cock deep into Lysander’s cunt. There was no finesse, it just took what it claimed. Thick, hard, lizard cock plowing into Lysander’s submissive elven cunt. His cock stretched her, filling her in a way she had never known. It was rough, unyielding, painful, but beneath that pain was a throbbing pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. She felt the slickness of her own excitement despite her repulsion to the hideous creature.
She was little more than a toy in its grip, tits bouncing with each thrust. The warmth and wetness of her cunt betraying her. So stretched, so full, did she even want it to stop? The lizard picked up speed and Lysander groaned, pleasure flooding her body. No, she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted, needed more of that cock.
Three elves stumbled into the clearing, bloodied, dazed and fleeing. They paused in confusion and uncertainty, taking in the unfolding scene. Lysander’s pale skin flushed red with humiliation to be seen like this, but the lizard didn’t care and didn’t slow down.
“Sssubmit,” It hissed, its voice a low growl. “You are mine now. Your body is mine. Your will is mine.” It gripped her hips, its claws digging into her flesh, and thrust deeper, forcing another cry from her lips. She saw the faces of her soldiers, their eyes wide with shock and disgust. Shame burned within her, but it was overshadowed by a growing heat between her legs.
Lysander cried out, her body convulsing as she came. Pleasure ripped through her, obliterating all thoughts of resistance. She was his, completely and utterly. The lizard roared in triumph, his seed pulsing and spurting deep into her womb. The soldiers watched in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of horror, fascination and perhaps lust. Their princess had fallen, and with her, possibly their entire kingdom.
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