The Pilgrim Lizardfolk (Fantasy RP)

OOC LINK: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=659862

His name was Gervan Stargaze and he was a lizardfolk, born of the Great Marshes, a reptilian humanoid male born into a race of primitive and ancient blooded warriors. And yet he was different then the others of his kindred, he sought for adventure, the excitement of travelling and the rush of battling evil! Having heardm any tales from bards while spying on villagers, the young lizardfolk found himself too curious to handle himself and soon packed his belongings and left for the vast world, leaving his home behind.

At the moment was Gervan travelling through the edge of the marsh lanbds by the great holy empire of Veldume, ruled by the paladin queen Esmeralda, a beautiful woman whose forces of holy warriors, healers and clerics was a constant threat to the forces of darkness. but as he thoguht of himself as a none-dark being was the young lizardfolk unkowingly walking into dangerous lands, the marshes the only protection he had for the moment.

Stratinoke was trekking across the edge of the marshlands, her sure footed pony easily traversing between the puddles, sinkholes and sunken lands that bordered the marshlands and the emerald hinterlands of Veldume. Her long thick legs, wrapped in leather strapping, gripped her mounts flanks as she trotted at a good pace across the swamp, her sharp gray eyes scanning the foreboding wetlands.

All of the talented bow women of the Empire had gray eyes, and she was no different as her eyes drew upon a specter of movement, and the slightest ripple of water and rustling of moss, several dozen meters into the fetid swamp. Her eyes narrowed, as a leanly muscled arm, sun kissed tan by the sun, reached back for her short bow and arrow.

Her fingers clutched both with one hand, as she strung the bow and pulled the arrow back, not aiming it at the disturbance, but simply keeping ready. "Show yourself. I am a Holy Ranger of the Veldume Empire. If you carry dark intent, reveal it now so I may deliver you to Hell and if you do not, you have nothing to fear from a servant of Justice."

Her obedience horse murred, smelling something, but not showing fear. Stratinoke smiled, trusting her horses sharp instincts far more then she would any man... or other humanoid for matter. Animals, especially fine ones like a steppe pony or horse, were sharper in matters of the wild, far belying their supposed lack of intelligence when it came to the higher levels of intelligence.

Together, a Holy Ranger, drawn from the free peoples of the Veldume Hinterland steppes, and her mount, were a perfectly complimentary force. And unlike the more zealous defenders of the the Empire, those men and women that were steppe born, especially those bordering the Marsh, were far more attuned to nature and the wilderness and those who dwelt within the wilds. Even moreso, many possessed an insatiable curiosity and lust or hunger for learning more about the wilderness, of wildlife and the nature of the world itself much as a scribe strived to learn the arts of academics and oratory and logic.

But the creature, whatever it was, was still hidden between a cloister of great elderly swamp trees.

If it held darkness in its heart, it would've already fled, or it or its allies would have struck.

She lowered the bow more and pulled back her wool hood. It revealed a lightly tanned face, with barely visible freckles crossing her cheeks. Her face was sharp, almost lupine and carried an intense stare. Her thick red hair was braided tightly and tautly, dangling down in thick tresses over her shoulders and cascaded gently over her upper back, and dangling almost to her waist.

"Show yourself, I mean no harm to any innocent inhabitant of the Marsh," she finally said, compelled by her curiosity to find out what interesting manner of encounter this will turn out to be.

Gervan had been caught by surprise by the shouts from behind the big tree he had been taking a nap under, and felt a bit nervous at the strange woman's loud voice and demands. But felt a bit better when she lowered her bow and looked out from beneath the thick three, the shadows covering his body until he slowly moved out of the shadows, revealing his 6'2" tall reptilian body, built like a gold medal swimmer, a long tail, simple leather loin clothe, fur leggings, fur bracer and a leather backpack, that's all he wore o nhis lizardfolk body, as that's what he was used to wear.

He coughed and tried to speak as clear common as he could, buti t was hard for a reptilian to speak clear common."I be Gervan Sssstargazzzze, be from the marsssssshessss, wisssssh to travel landssssss beyong marssssshesssss, no wisssssh for battle. I, Gervan, no be warrior."

Drakkwall said:

Gervan had been caught by surprise by the shouts from behind the big tree he had been taking a nap under, and felt a bit nervous at the strange woman's loud voice and demands. But felt a bit better when she lowered her bow and looked out from beneath the thick three, the shadows covering his body until he slowly moved out of the shadows, revealing his 6'2" tall reptilian body, built like a gold medal swimmer, a long tail, simple leather loin clothe, fur leggings, fur bracer and a leather backpack, that's all he wore o nhis lizardfolk body, as that's what he was used to wear.

He coughed and tried to speak as clear common as he could, buti t was hard for a reptilian to speak clear common."I be Gervan Sssstargazzzze, be from the marsssssshessss, wisssssh to travel landssssss beyong marssssshesssss, no wisssssh for battle. I, Gervan, no be warrior."

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Stratinoke studied the creature intently, having seen a number, but never having communicated with, a lizard folk of the marsh. From what she knew, there were many misconceptions of the lizardfolk in the marsh. "Well met Gervan," the Holy Ranger said as her horse softly murred, showing it was not afraid of the lizardman whatsoever. With that confidence, she dismounted and approached the end of the marsh, extending her leather glove enclosed hand to the approaching creature. "I am Stratinoke, Holy Ranger of the Veldume Hinterlands. I am a defender of all of the noble creatures of the wilderness as well as a scholar," she said giving Gervan a solid look over and feeling something... curious rising in her.

She couldn't quite focus her thoughts on what fascinating her about the lizardman, perhaps just the excitement and opportunity to meet and study a new creature so closely and intimately.

"If you wish to travel beyond the Marsh, know that you are free to, but that many of my countrymen will regard you with suspicion and perhaps even fear or violence if they found you unescorted in these lands," Stratinoke stated. "If you wish, you may journey with me to my lodge and we can talk further."

"Gervan accccept your offer, and thank warmblood for not sssssshooting firssssst before asssssssking quesssssstionssssssss." Taking her hand and shaking it, a comon greeting among warmbloos if he remember correctly, the lizardfolk sniffed the air and frowned before looking towards a small village and hissed out in fury, the lines on his skull stretching out, filling with blood, making them appear liek a red/purple mane of flowing colors of said red/purple. "Ssssssssssssssssssss!!!! Dead who walkssssssss!!!! There be no life in warmblood village!!! Sssssssssssssssssssssss!!! Dead who walksssssss taken village for their own!!!! Sssssssssss!!! Need fire to burn dead who walkssssss!!!"

Pulling out a halberd strapped to his back the lizardfolk smashed the blade agaisnt a rock and it ignited into green fire, the lizardfolk hissing as he saw the dark shapes in the village moving out from its shadows, rotten faces and bodies of pure bone marching towards the two, children, old, young and middle aged human villagers, dwarve traders, halfling thieves and elven travelers, all marching in the way of the undead, groaning for flesh and brains.

"You are a warrior today," Stratinoke stated as she reached around the neck of her stout pony and pulled herself up into mount with an exquisite display of horsemanship and spurring her horse towards the advancing undead mass at an angle. Her short bow in hand, she was already stringing arrows by the time the horse had cleared ten feet, as the first few bodkin headed arrows punched through the closest skulls, holing the brain matter encased within and striking a killing blow to the undead zombies, one by one.

"Advance if you dare Gerven, I will cover you," she said with shocked exasperation as she then wheeled away and paused in her arrow firing to blow a loud horn, letting the call of alarm carry along the strong winds for many miles around.

Hopefully help would arrive, but chances were not in anything resembling a short time. As soon as she blew the horn, she took a glance towards the male Lizardfolk and saw his exuberant change of features. The flushed bright colors racing to his head, the scaled face expanding, and his entire appearance seemingly switching from innocuous to warlike in a moment. It was wild, untamed, and so utterly masculine.

Such things aroused her passions as she let out her own keening war cry and supported Gervens advance upon the foe.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" The lizardfolk's roaring warcry shook the air and he rushed forward, while he was no warrior, was he a shaman, taught the ways of combat, his calling was nature, and it called destruction upon the dead corspes wandering among the living. The faey fire on his halberd scorched the undeads like moths to the glame, their bodies withering to ashes with a single touch of the green flames.

What would normally have been a lizardfolk in disadvantage against a large group of undeads, was now a warfield of burning corpses, the lizardfol kstanding over the remains of his enemies, his weapon covered with sooth, his claws blackened by ashes, his chest having marks of boiling fat from the corpses he impalled on his halberd and his legs were covered black with ashes, his face red with his own blood flwoing through the veins of his body, turning his once dark green body into a dark red behemoth like beast of blood and battle.

Slamming his halberd into the head of the remaining undead the lizardfolk raised the still burning skul linto the air and screeched out in victory, his red body glowing in the morning sun as it slowly returned to its regular green color, his fin like mane slowly returning into the folds of his hide, his weapon strapped onto his back again.

But then riders came from the south, a group of four paladins, a patrol from the kingdom, and as they saw the lizardfolk's cry of victory over a pile of ashes and bones they drew their weapons to end the beast who had kileld the 'innocent' people.

"That was amazing," Stratinoke said, galloping up to the suddenly normal looking Gerven again. During the battle, Stratinoke's hood had been pulled back and a thick mane of red tresses could be seen streaming down her backside, over her woolen cloak. She was about to reach over and pat Gerven on the shoulder when they both noticed the four person patrol of paladins approach with the intent to kill in their eyes.

Immediately and confidently, Stratinoke went forward to confront them. "Hold paladins, I am Stratinoke of the Hinterland rangers!" the bow woman stated, advancing between Gerven and the four who were compelled to slow to a mere trot, yet still advancing with weapons drawn.

The leader of the four was wearing a dull gray suit of field plate armor, with a chainmail skirt draped over his legs and a conical helmet protecting the top and sides of his head, leaving only his face open. "I am Lachdanan, Sergeant of the Holy Order. What has transpired here with this devilry?" he demanded to know, pulling his great warhorse up to Stratinokes now dwarfed steppe pony.

Behind him the other three paladins, armed with lesser amounts of equipment, formed up on his flanks and rear.

"This devilry was caused not by that Lizardfolk, but by necromantic magics of whose origin we know nothing of. We happened upon the village as I was returning to my lodge," Stratinoke stated calmly.

"With this creature?" Lachdanan asked incredulously, his glowering gaze falling upon the Lizardfolk.

"He is a native of the marshlands and is guilty of no crime except innocent curiosity and the same fervor to destroy evil. He is the one that assisted me in purging the undead abomination that occurred here. I consider him both an ally and a friend because of it," Stratinoke stated firmly, again maneuvering her pony between the four of them and the lizardfolk.

"Verywell," Lachdanan stated with a slight annoyance, but apparently more resignation. He was beginning to sense the same innocence about the creature and none of the four detected any deception in the situation. "But if you are going to bring this creature further into our lands, you will require an escort." Lachdanan turned to the fourth member of his patrol. "Angela. You will accompany them to the lodge and further until you are able to report back to the Holy Order, understood?"

"Yes Sergeant," said the somewhat meekish voice of the smallest and youngest member of the patrol. Barely a few inches above five feet, strolled the paladin trainee Angela. Her face was framed in a chainmail coif that seemed to exaggerate her soft, almost baby like face with full lips, big almond dark eyes and a cute nose. Her hair was dark black, and bobbed short and nearly to fit under her armor.

"Light shine on you ranger," Lachdanan said before galloping off and even offering Gerven a curt nod of acknowledgment. Behind him the other two paladins followed.

"Well met Angela, this is Gerven," Stratinoke said, gesturing towards the now approaching lizardfolk. "Despite his perhaps... nonhuman appearance, he is a warrior against the darkness just as we are and we should show him every respect."

As Gerven approached Angela, her eyes seemed to only grow larger as she saw the powerfully built green scaled lizard man approach, his clawed hands twitching at his side. "It's okay," the ranger said. "Shake his hand. It's fine."

Angela outstretched her hand which was encased in a chainmail and leather glove and suppressed her nervousness as she shook the hand of the lizardfolk and soon found herself blushing and almost giggling as she seemed amused by the sheer oddity of having shook a hand with such a manner of creature.

"Come, let us go to my lodge, it is nearby. We can spend the night there and learn more of our companion. Does that sound nice Gerven?" Stratinoke asked with a smile.

"Yesssss it sssssoundssssss like good idea, and I be Gervan, I not be Gerven. Jusssst let Gervan put ssssspiritsssss to ressssst." The lizardfolk then moved over to the ashes and raised his arms into the air and suddenly began to dance, dark smoke clouds erupting as he danced, green ist erpting from his body mingling with the black smoke and then slowly the ashes disoolved into the soft soil of the earth and as the shaman danced several orbs of light rose to the skies above, fading away into the distance, the sweat of the lizardfolk's body making his scales shimmer.

"There, Gervan put ssssssspiritsssss to ressssst." Gervan stated as he returned to the two women and then let Stratinoke lead the way to her home, as they walked the lizardman caught a musky scent from the women, like a female in heat, but more... sweet then a lizardfolk female. Apparently they were going into heat, at least he thought so.

When they reached the home of the archer it was not the most impressive of homes but it had a certain charm to it, it had two floors, four rooms, one kitchen/dinning room on the first floor, one bedroom on the second floor, one hotspring connected bathroom on the first floor and a shrine for the gods of light on the second floor.

With some amusement, Gervan saw the two warrioresses, after securing the lodge, starting to undress to their night clothes. Stratinoke, the ranger, was already pulling off her cloak, overcoat, leggings, gaiter, riding boots, gloves, a studded leather jerkin and a silk shirt underneath, folding and hanging the clothes neatly into a closet by her bed.

With Angela, who was even smaller in stature, it was even worse with her hodgepodge mix of armor. Pieces of field plate from her shoulders clanged to the ground, as she then struggled to pull off her chain mail hood and the leather undercoat that padded her against her own armor next, followed by yet another layer of clothing until the clothesrack beside her looked to be almost fully dressed with the hanging bits of armor and other assorted attire.

"There is only one bed," Stratinoke said, as both of the human females, perhaps yet still unaware of the musky scent now pervading the room with no outlet for release, walked about the house in their loose fitting leggings and overshirts.

"That's fine for me," Angela stated, folding her slender arms across her chest but then nodded to the lizardfolk. "What about him? With all due respect, I wouldn't want to share the bed with him nor do I think the mattress could survive the experience."

"Gervan," Stratinoke said to the lizardfolk. "There is a thick bearskin rug with extra pillows and blankets in the closet. You can sleep by the hotsprings if you wish."

Angela's eyes lit up at that thought. "We should clean up, riding on the border of the marshlands is quite dirtying," she said smiling as she nodded to the hot spring basin within the lodge.

Neither of them gave any thought to Gervan and him viewing the two in such a revealing situation, perhaps finding him too nonhuman to care about, as both females scampered almost with a childlike glee down to the first floor of the home to bathe in the hot spring pool and despite Gervan's presence, stripped off their remaining clothes, entering the perpetually warm waters without a care.

Both Angela and Stratinoke were initially free of any lustful thoughts. Due to the culture of upbringing, neither even had the slightest thought of lust on their mind as they bathed in the hot spring bath naked and shared it together. But in the back of Stratinoke's mind, and now that of Angela's was at least a respect for the incredibly powerful and masculine and utterly alien form of the Lizardfolk with them.

Gervan, for all of his physical nonhuman qualities, was powerfully built, with sleek yet heavy musculature set upon an intimidating frame. His strong arms ended in long fingers tipped with talon like claws, and it was the same with his feet. His thick tail swayed behind him. Those nonhuman eyes hid a deep intelligence and more importantly, a primitive yet still pure and yet more primal dedication to the Light which all three followed.

Watching Gervan in battle, Stratinoke was shocked and aroused by the Lizardfolks performance, and the flush of his blood, his transformation from mere traveler to a holy warrior in a span of seconds. At the time, she was impressed, and captivated, but already in her mind that positive impression was transforming to something else, attraction.

The musky scent of Gervans sweat was simply encouraging things along.

After only a half an hour of bathing, Stratinoke felt a gentle smoldering desire deep within her body. Her passions were being stirred. Gervan had just gotten finished preparing his bedspread and was heading back down to the first floor where the hot springs were when he saw something rather... strange yet appealing.

In a slight moment of weakness, the combination of cooling down from the excitement of the day, the mere presence of Angela, young, nude and nubile, in the pool beside her, Gervans musky scent, and sheer inhuman masculinity arousing her subconscious, spurred Stratinoke to a most surprising action. With Gervan as a witness, she moved across the pool of warm water and as Angela laid back, eyes closed and smiling lazily, planted a soft, sapphic kiss on the paladin apprentices lips.

A leak in their mental barriers was opened, and the passion flooded through a moment later as Angela immediately recoiled, her eyes flashing open as she saw Stratinoke, lust in her eyes, looming close and over her. Surprise and shock soon fell away as the young paladin to be leaned forward and accepted the rangers advances. The hot waters of the spring splashed as the raven haired paladins legs erupted from beneath the surface of the water, her feet hooking around the back of the archers lean hips and their mouths opened up into full, deep, passionate kisses between the two women warriors.

Finding himself at a loose of words Gervan wasn't sure how to take in what he was seeing, two females, who were releasing enough musk to spur on an entire forest, were kissing each other like mates. But that didn't make sense, why would a female kiss another female? They wouldn't recieve any offsprings from the mating... but then again he was getting into the heat as well, mostly because of the musky scent burning int ohis nostrils, and as he had been preparing to take a bath as well, his manhood was slithering out of its pouch as the musky scent excited him.

And since he was an impotent lizardfolk, at least that's what he had been called as he had never made a femalel izardfolk pregnant during them ating seasons, there would be no worries of making these women pregnant. And the thought of their beautiful bodies rubbign against him while he curiously explored their holes and curves excited him even more,

Slowly entering the hot spring the lizardfolk moved over to them and asked i na curious voice, his thick, long, ridged and dark green manhood looking like a long smooth skinned snake with ridges coming out of his pouch and sway in the air, leaking precum. "Ssssssss... If femalessssss be in heat, Gervan offer to mate with femalessssss." He then blinked a little as the two women looked at him with startled eyes before becoming lustful and they borh grabbed his cock and rubbed it together before moving over to him and warped their breasts around the thick cock, covering half ot its legtnh, the rest stroking against their faces and panting lips, while Gervan churred and hissed in pleasure.

Four pairs of soft hands eagerly gripped Gervan's erect, inhuman phallus as it curved and arched high in the sky, a phallic symbol of pure powerful masculinity. Even though he was a lizardfolk, even though he was a stranger, for some reason both of these strong willed women felt compelled to serve this creature sexually, pleasure him, and yes... mate with him.

It was so long and thick that even their fingers couldn't fully wrap around its girth, and their stroking hands in unison starting pumping up and down the penis. Gervan watched as the two women, now full of lust and exuding so much musk to drive him wild, pressed their breasts against his cock, and even moreso, pressed their faces against his hard member and started to moan.

The hands were stroking the lower half of his cock, their breasts bobbing and pressing against the base of his groin as his meaty legs opened up wide enough to allow the two female beauties closer to his groin. But by far the most pleasurable experience was the lips of the two warrioresses as they first kissed the length of his shaft, then opened their mouths, licking and teasing and nibbling his green phallus until finally both pairs of lips met at the tip of his reptilian penis and together enveloped the tip of his penis as well as kissing each other for a brief, blissful moment.

"Yes mate with us," Stratinoke seemed to moan, almost absentmindedly as all of her previous thoughts of Gervan's prowess and courage immediately transformed to a maddened lust and urge to mate with this nonhuman creature. Angela was merely carried up in the moment, joining in eagerly as both of their mouths started working their way down Gervans mighty shaft again, planting sucking kisses down his length and moaning vibrations into his erect cock.

Hissing in pleasure Gervan let his tail slide down Stratinoke's spine and then to her pussy and began to tease it, sliding its rough scaly hide across the clenching labida's of the horny woman's pussy. He leaned back and let them enjoy his cock for a while, enjoying their breasts, hands and mouths pleasuring him, his precum leaking out like a shaking volcanoe ready to burst. Then the lizardfolk felt an urge to mark them and lifted the two women so they were sitting on the edge of the hot spring and aimed his cock at them before jerking it five times before his verile light green green sperm exploded fro mhis cock and splattered over their faces and fronts.

The two women looked stunned for a while until they tasted the salty musky sperm of the lizardman and then began to eagerly lick each other's faces clean and then kissed each other. Gervan took this as a chance and pressed his sperm covered cock between their kissing lips and let them lick his occk clean, swallowing his light green sperm. Normally lizardfol kwere light yellow in sperm color, but his was light green, showing that his sperm were not made for making child with his own specie, but this was no known knowledge to any specie or wizard, only the gods who created the lizardfolks would know this trait.

As they sucked out the remaining cum from his reptilian cock he found himself hugged by the women, their sperm covered brests rubbing against his chest and arms, their panting ouths licking his scaly hide, their hands rubbing his cock and the nut sack of his pouch. They wanted his cock in their needy pussies right now, but who would get it first was for them to decide.

After the two ladies enjoyed cuddling with their new reptilian lover for a few minutes, while absently stroking Gervans phallus so it would remain erect and exchanging kisses between each other, Angela sighed and leaning over, kisses Stratinoke on the lips. "He's yours to take first," she said with a light voice, her own hands still stroking the lizardfolks powerful cock as the ranger smiled and stood up in the pool.

She didn't have any concern over pregnancy or size or anything like that. In fact not even lust was in her mind... it was more like love as she stood in all of her naked beauty before Gervan, her dripping fresh pussy, so tight... so warm... so wet, hanging over the tip of his reptilian cock. She placed her hands on his powerful shoulders and then leaned in on her first nonhuman lover. She was lining kisses down the side of his long mouth and neck as her hips slowly lowered onto his cock.

Nearby Angela watched as the green, soft scaled phallus pushed aside the outer lips, and pressed inward, almost audibly. The thick nonhuman cock spread her beautiful womanhood open. After only a few inches, Stratinoke was already gyrating on the cock. Her pleasure threshold had been reached oh so easily. No human lover could match this lizardfolk. She orgasmed right on his cock before it even slipped in a few inches.

Gervan's entire body seemed to flex, relishing in her tight pussy clenching, practically hugging his firm cock before amazingly, she continued lowering her already climaxed body. It was then they both realized that their previous thresholds of pleasure meant nothing. They were fueled not just by the sensual experience, but that primal, instinctive, urge to mate. An urge which only tapped their subconscious but at this moment, fueled them to go farther and longer.

Another inch of green cock disappeared into Stratinokes tight pussy. Her moans soon mingled with those of the paladin trainee as nearby, she started to finger herself when Gervan noticed and wrapped his powerful muscular tail around the back of her waist and then slid it over her upper leg, the dextrous tip sashaying gently across her tender, inexperienced and sensitive labia, and even was able to manipulate her clitoris.

Soon Angela was moaning, her small hands seizing hold of one of Gervans arms, her fingers trying to dig into his thick, rough hide as she shivered into an orgasm just from his tail.

The orgasms of both women simply filled the air with more of this intoxicating musk of females in heat. The more pleasure they experienced, they more it aroused Gervan to go on. The more active he became, the more he exhaled, and sweated, and especially when he climaxed, fueled both of the women to overcome any previous limits. Angela and Stratinoke would make love and mate with this creature until they were physically exhausted and simply unable to continue to it seemed.

No matter.

All three were loving it.

Gervan graped the sexy Ranger's left leg and åut it over his shoulder and began to fuck her sideways, letting Angela see their joines sexes, the thick ridges along his massive cock stimulating the moaning and orgasming range'rs pussy, insides and clit constantly with each thrust. his tail tip was teasing the paladin trainee's pussy and was tracingsi ts ti palong her cunt's labida's like a teasing finger unti lit plunged inside and began to rapidly plunge into her cunt, but not piercing her hymen, and made her moan out as she stumbled a little at the sudden pleasure and found her face in front of the slapping hips and withotu hesitation began to lick and suck the cock and cunt fucking in front of her whiel the tail pleasured her pussy.

Gervan hissed and growled in pleasure, one hand stroking the head of the licking paladin, another fondling one of the ranger's big breasts, his claws pinching the hard nipples as he let his long tongue slide out and plunge into the ranger's mouth, nto really a kiss, more like a mouth fucking involving a tongue isntead of a cock.

Speaking of cock, the large manhood of Gervan bulged and the ridges along it became bigger and began to make it harder to pull out of the tight cunt, then the bulging cum of the lizardfolk came up his cock liek water did a water tube and then exploded from his cock head into her uterus and the ridges released cum as well, smearing her insides with the light green sperm. Her belly bulged a little and cum exploded out of her cunt and over the paladin's face before Gervan slammed i nhis cock one last time and the ridges slowly began to return to their regular size and he pulled out of Stratinokes' tight pussy.

He then turned towanrds Angela who was licking up the cum from her face by picking it up with her fingers, but then found herself pressed against the cunt of the ranger, who was sitting on the edge of the hot spring, out of breathe, and the lizardfolk's thick cock was slowly pushed into her pusssy while the tail moved from her cunt to her ass, and began to wiggle into her bum like a worm digging into dirt.

Stratinoke was glowing in blissful ecstasy, her hands and fingers blindly stroking and massaging her own nude body, as the pleasure of enduring so many climatic orgasms through her young hot body, far beyond anything she ever imagined, simmered deep within her.

Added to this was Angela's succulent soft lips pressing against her clit and then her labia, followed by that devilishly amatuer tongue slipping out of her mouth and lapping up her juices mingled with the light greenish lizardfolk cum streaming out of Stratinoke's exhausted, sore and overfilled womanhood.

Bending across the pool, and somewhat sitting in Gervan's lap, the paladin trainees pussy and ass were right there for the lizardfolk to enjoy. The young paladin squealed in delight, moaning into the rangers cunt as her small hips and legs spread outward as Gervan pushed in. His green, softly ridged cock pushed deeper into the tight canal, made all the more pleasurable as Angela's tight pussy squeezed and almost seemed to constrict with all of its might, around his invading phallus almost like it was a vice.

Gervan hissed in delight as a moment later the paladin started to descend into a nearly constant chain of orgasmic climaxes, her young, inexperienced body unable to handle the pleasure. His cock punched through her hymen, claiming her virginity, and made her moan in delight, any pain she felt quickly subverted by the incredible amounts of bliss. Her pussy on fire by being filled up by such an inhuman cock caused her body to almost constantly shudder, gyrate and shiver from suffering one orgasm after another.

Each one of her orgasmic tremblings caused her pussy to clench on his cock in a slightly different way, caused her hips to buck and shift, twisting and turning his cock in more pleasurable ways and made her release more of her sensual musk which further put the lizardfolk over the edge.

A couple of hours later, around midnight, a slightly tired and sore Gervan Stargaze was carrying the two unconscious women to the bed chamber, having dried all three of them off with a clean blanket. Putting the women down on the bed and placing the fur blanket over them he turned to leave whe nsuddenly four strong feminine hands grasped him and dragged him into the bed and he found himself sandwiched by two sexy humans snuggling into his scaly body, their breasts rubbign agaisnt his chest and sides while thierh eads reasted on his shoulders.

Smiling a little Gervan let his arms warp aroudn the two women's waists and the trio fell asleep together beneath the fur blanket, enjoying their warm presence for the rest of the night.

The next morning Gervan woke up to the sensation of two tongues licking his manood and grinned when he saw the sexy asses of Angela and Stratinoke rubbing against his chest, their pussies rubbign agaisnt his strong muscles, smearing their pussy juices and his remaining green cum over his chest as they grinded agaisnt his chest while licking his cock.

Not wanting to disappoint he jammed his thumbs into their rosebuds and the two moaned out and heatedly devoured his cock together, making his cu mas they began to nibble the sensitive flesh, covering their faces in cum as they tried to suck up his cum together as it came out of his cock's pee hole. They licked each other clean and then orgasmed on Gervan's torso as he rotated his thumb in their tight assholes.

The trio then got down to the kitchen to eat, the two women cooked eggs, bacon and ham while Gervan used his magic to make a nice looking juice of apples and some herbs for healing. While they ate he found his coc kbeing caressed by their hands and they smeared his precum onto their sandwiches before eating it and licking it up in front of him, making his cock practically vibrate, then the ranger went to the storage and got some slices of fruit while angela sat down in front of the lizardfolk, spreading her legs as Stratinoke began to push feshly cut fruit into her cunt before sitting down next to Angela, pushing fruit into her pussy as well. The two winked at him and flaunted their bodies and fruit stuffed cunts and motioned for him to get over there and eat their marinated desserts, Gervan was only happy to oblige and began to lick, suck and nibble on angela's pussy first, sucking out a whole banana from the tight pussy before some slices of apple followed

Gervan thoroughly enjoyed the breakfasts the two women offered him and in turn, both women were moaning their delight as they felt the lizardfolks clawed hands slide up their legs and thighs, gently sliding his claw tips pleasurably across their smooth skin as his long mouth snaked between their legs.

His long, almost lancelike tongue slithered into each of the womans hot, steaming pussies, the muscular appendage wrapping around the tasty slices of fruit and slurping them out with a few accompanying spurts of musky pussy juice. Finally, with his belly full of fruit and human juices, Gervan felt the urge to mate again.

He first pulled the redhead, Stratinoke up to him as he sat on his own legs, and pulled the ranger onto his lap, facing him. She wrapped her fair skinned legs around the lizardfolk for a far more slower and more intimate mating then before, as nearby the recently devirgined paladin trainee simply watched and waited eagerly for her own turn.

For most of an hour, the two of them enjoyed the slow lovemaking, with Gervan forcing his tongue down her mouth as she sucked on it, loving the wild sensation of his long tongue slithering around her mouth, even tickling her throat. Meanwhile his cock gently buried deep into her pussy, thrusting upward only occasionally as he slowly mated with her. When they finally climaxed, it was a slow, smoldering orgasm that they both shared.

His cock flared, ridges expanded, and a thick load of nonhuman cum splattered into her womb before he gently pulled her off and laid her down.

Then scooping Angela into his strong arms, he put her in the same position and mated with her as the morning waned on.

Finally, as both of the women were laid out, full of cum and gently fondling each other in the afterglow, Gervan rose up from the bed as the ranger called after him. "Are you preparing to leave?" she asked sweetly.

He nodded.

"Let me go with you," Angela half moaned, and half called after him. "IF you are journeying farther into the Empire, you will need an escort and few will challenge a member of my holy order of Champions or any in their company, even if I am just a trainee," she said, rolling out of the bed, a slight limp from the lovemaking, obviously evident in her walk.

"Plus the necromancer who attacked the village may still be out there and must be guarded against," Stratinoke stated.

"Between the two of us courageous Gervan, few enemies of Light will stand any chance," Angela said as she walked up to Gervan, still nude and embraced the powerful lizardfolk in a passionate embrace, her lips meeting the tip of his mouth, as each of them wrapped their arms around the other.

OOC: Terribly sorry about my lateness, I had a serious problem, my roof got crushed by a big tree falling over, and I had to wait for it to be repaired, and getting a new antenna and a new Internet connection, as both were crushed, I am back now though. And I apologize a hundred folds for this.

The lizardfolk accepted the two beauties' aid and they soon left the hut to travel deeper into the land of the holy empire, the two women rode their mounts while Gervan Stargaze walked on foot, his agile body keeping up with the riding mounts with ease. And as the sun rose up into the sky the trio slowed down to a walking speed, the lizardfolk sitting behind Stratinoke on her horse, his claws slowly sliding her pants down to bare her read and he slide his cock into her pussy as they rode, the bounces of the horses making it very erotic, while Angela felt herself grow horny at the view of the two fuck riding.

Kissing the woman bouncing on his cock Gervan felt her cunt clench with ecstasy and her body spasmed in release, her throat letting out purr like moans as they kissed, the clenching insides making his cock come into her, flowing his light green seed into her core. "Mmmmmm Gervan underssssstand why warmbloodsssss grow sssssso fasssssst in numberssss, if lizardfolkssss felt thisssss when mating then we would breed fassst too." Licking her cheek as their shared orgasm wore off he withdrew his cock from her cunt and slide up her leather pants, trapping the semen and cunny juice in her body.

It was lunch time and Gervan was now riding with angela, who wanted the same treatment as Stratinoke, and she had simply removed the cod piece of her armor and was bouncing on the lizardfolk's cock as they rode on her horse with her sitting on his lap, her arms stroking his as he held the reigns while she bounced on his large cock.

"We should reach the town by midmorning of the next day," Stratinoke said with a grin as she watched the sun start to set, and saw along the road, one of the numerous farmhouses that served travelers with nearby guesthouses or inns. "I am sure we can secure lodging there for the night before we continue our search for the Necromancer responsible for the horrible attack..." the ranger continued before her eyes turned to her side and upon Angela.

Needless to say, she was amazed at the apparent endurance that the paladiness had. Both of them, having been raised as warriors, had sexual partners before, but were far from experienced. Yet, this completely inhuman, some would daresay call monstrous, lizardfolk seemed to change them as he was close and intimate.

Stretching their endurance, their passion, their lust.

One thing was sure for both of the women though, it was far from just a physical or chemical attraction. It was an emotional bond too. Stratinoke smiled as she saw the powerful Lizardfolk gently pressed his clawed fingers against Angela's sides, lifting her off of his spent reptilian phallus and then slid up her leather pants up to her hips. At the same moment Gervan wrapped his powerful arms around Angela, rubbing her tummy while his long, lancelike tongue rolled across the side of her face.

Compelled, Stratinoke rode closer to the pair and leaned over. Angela and Stratinoke, paladin and ranger, shared a sweet sapphic kiss as Gervan slipped his long tongue between their embrace, joining them. It was more then just lust, it was a burgeoning love for this lizardfolk that the two women shared.

By the time they came across the farmhouse, the sun had just set, leaving a long red cusp along the horizon as the female paladin and ranger, exhausted from todays 'ride' decided it would be best if Gervan remained out of sight, at least until they secured residence.

The farmer was an older man, with a grizzled face, but his attitude soon changed as he noticed two proud and kind servants and protectors of the Empire were the ones requesting lodging, and that they were willing to offer a silver coin for their guest lodge.

"Are ye bringing anyone besides yourselves?" asked the old farmer.

"We have another, but his identity and passing must remain secret," Angela stated truthfully, for revealing a lizardfolk to these simple folk would indeed disrupt things. Most members of the Empire were open minded, but like Angela and Stratinoke, required time to adjust. Time the three heroes did not have.

After paying the farmer, he handed them the keys to a turf and log longhouse half built underground which served as the guest home for passing travelers. Angela and Stratinoke both exchanged knowing smiles as they glanced back at Gervan, who was wearing a long hood and robe to hide his race from curious stares, and snickered amusingly at his disguise.

He looked more mysterious then anything.

"Do not worry Gervan, we will be indoors soon," the ranger said with a warm smile before glancing at Angela. "And soon all of our lusts will be satiated anew."

Angela giggled along with the ranger. "I cannot believe it. I have never felt this way about any man, let alone one of your species Gervan," the Paladiness said. "And I can see in your soul, that you feel the same about us. That you have never lusted so hungrily after any of your species, but that us.... warmbloods arouse you like nothing you felt before."

As they entered the longhouse, a feminine voice called out to them. "Get inside Gervan," Stratinoke kindly asked, the lizardfolk obliging and entering the home as the two warrior women turned to face the stranger.

"We informed the head of your farmstead that we did not wish the third member of our party to be disturbed," Angela said sternly as a young woman wearing a green peasants dress approached them, a pitcher of fresh milk in her hands.

"Sorry Masters," the young woman said stepping forward, long red locks of hair dangling down past her shoulders and pale skin. "My name is Kella, I am the wrangler and herdswoman of this farms livestock," she said exasperated, and somewhat intimidated by the two warriors standing before her. "I am here to take your mounts to the barn for fodder and rest and leave this milk for you."

Immediately, and somewhat amused by the fear in her voice, Angela smiled. "Do not fear, we are servants and protectors of the Empire," the paladin initiate said reaching into her moneypouch and offering the young woman a silver coin of her own.

"See that our mounts are well cared for and rested for the morning and a hearty breakfast prepared for five guests," Stratinoke added.

"Five? But I thought there were only three of you..." the peasant woman said, confused.

Angela and Stratinoke exchanged glances, knowing what the night would bring. "Our companion possesses great appetites and will need refreshment. Now we bid you good night," Stratinoke stated with finality and ending the conversation.

The paladin and ranger entered the guest house, closing and locking the door behind them.

Spread out along the furs that covered the floor, was Gervan. He had shrugged off his robe and loincloth. Both women felt a chill as they saw what to them was the epitome of masculinity, a fully nude Lizardfolk laying before them. His strong meaty tail swayed in anticipation, every inch of his scaled skin sheening from the fireplace, his thick reptilian muscles firm and sleek. The long tongue slithered out of his mouth as he watched through his dark inhuman eyes the two delicious human beauties disrobe before him. His long, thick reptilian cock rose erect in the air as the two warrior women, releasing mammalian scents, odors and pheronomes that drove him as wild as his drove them, laid down on the furs beside him.

The sounds of passionate lovemaking soon filled the firelit chamber.

Gervan didn't remember how he ended up this way but he was loving it, he was licking out the paladin Angela as she rode against his muzzle, his reptilian head rubbing her pussy in an amazing manner while his tongue slide in and out of her tight cunny. And as he orally pleased the paladiness he had a wild ranger riding his cock, her body moving like a professional rider, her pussy swallowing his large meaty pole whole, while his tail slide up along her buttocks, teasing her rosebud as she rode him.

The women were enjoying themselves, their hands stroking his chest and each other's bodies while kissing each other, moaning out their pleasure as the lizardfolk gave their sweaty bodies the perfect pleasure they desired from him. His free hands stroked their thighs and buttocks, occasionally forcing them to ride harder against his tongue and cock.

There was a soft gasp at the doorway but the threesome were too busy enjoying themselves to notice the young woman as she entered, dropping the bag of food and liquor she had with her. And as she stared at the view of the two older women riding the reptilian man's tongue and cock, switching time to time to share the two long throbbing tubes, she felt herself grow aroused.

Angela shivered and moans, almost falling over from sheer delight as she felt Gervan's long lancing tongue slid in and out of his partially buried mouth, and thrusting directly into her tight young pussy, his muscular tongue lapping against her sides, causing her hips and womanhood to flex and her body to thrash in orgasmic delight while perched above his head.

Stratinoke meanwhile was leaning forward, feeling Gervan's clawed hands gripping her fair skinned and firm ass, and gently pushing her up and down on his cock while her own hands stroked and slid over his firm scaled chest. She was moaning too, as for the third time in the night, she felt Gervan's cock heat up and suddenly a thick surge of hot light green lizardfolk seed started pumping into her warm, moist pussy.

The ranger moaned, riding the lizardfolks cock even harder. She wasn't even having individual orgasms anymore, at this point she was almost at a constant mood of shuddering from climax to climax.

Both of the warrior women were.

Gervan growled in delight, cumming a final, third time into the beautiful ranger as soon both of the powerful women slowly collapsed onto their inhuman lover, their minds desiring more, but their bodies thoroughly exhausted, at least for now. Gently, carefully, Gervan let them lay down onto the furs, as both the ranger and paladin moaned in the afterglow, embracing each other with their lips and limbs.

The pilgrim rose from the furs, letting the women enjoy basking in each others afterglow, his long green phallus still erect and dripping with spend seed, the light green semen he had never known of before.

For a moment, Gervan thought he would have to wait a moment until he could mate with these humans again, until he caught the scent of another woman in heat nearby, within the room.

... and something else.

A moment later, Kella looked up and saw the powerful, utterly masculine Lizardfolk standing before her as her eyes grew wide and she threw her skirt over her exposed womanhood, having decided to masturbate to the display in a dark corner of the lodge and having gotten carried away so much she didn't even notice it was over.

Moments before, she would of been terrified of seeing one of those terrifying Lizardmen standing before her, but now... any fear she had was replaced by curiosity, and arousal. She felt her pussy warm up even as he approached, and her chest swell in delight.

No fear.

She tried to fumble something to say as Gervan curiously approached her, recognizing her as the female farmhand from earlier. Gervan was far too good natured to force himself upon a woman, but he immediately realized she was not afraid, or even intimidated. His sharp senses picked up on something else entirely, she was aroused and in heat.

Without saying a word, not wanting to scare the young woman, Gervan crouched down beside Kella, and gently wrapped a powerful arm around her shoulder and shrugged off one of the straps of her dress, and flicked out his tongue as well, letting it slide and roll across her soft pale face.

Then he slid of the strap of her other dress and let the whole green dress fall away, revealing a soft, pale skinned body with rosy red nipples, full supple breasts and shapely, voluptuous curves. With the care of a gentleman, Gervan gently took up Kella in his powerful arms, carrying her to the soft furs as well, his tongue flicking across her breasts and face playfully.

The farmhands gasps were soon replaced by soft moans and excited giggles as the Lizardfolk laid her down on the furs, close to the two other women and then slowly pushed open the peasant womans legs. But before he moved in, his eyes met her, just for a final understanding.

Kella nodded.

Gervan crawled over on top of the female farmhand, his tongue flicking and slithering over her breasts as Kella's own hands pushed them forward, making the cream colored breasts look even more delicious and inviting. He started to suckle on one of the nipples and then... all of a sudden, his tongue tasted something warm, creamy and sweet.

He didn't know it at the moment, but it was something only female mammals possessed, one of their most delicious features he would come to realize.

Breastmilk.

She moaned, her toes curling as he started suckling her breasts. She must of had a child within the past few years, or nursed them for Gervan had done the same with the paladin and ranger and yet nothing this sweet and delicious had occurred. Gervan sampled more, and then moved to the other breast, and attempted the same, and got the same in return.

Suckling Kella's ample breasts of their warm breastmilk, Gervan slid his nonhuman phallus forward, unknowingly beginning the process of seeding another warm, fertile, human womb.

Sliding his thickness into her tightness the lizardfolk began to fuck the farm girl, pressing her down against the fur on the floor with each thrust, his mouth sucking out her milk while his cock kept plunging depeer and deeper into her wonderfully tight cunt. He loved her milk, it was much better then the cow milk he had tasted before, it was so sweet and creamy, yet had a strong taste of milk.

Teasing the tip of her swollen nipples he carefully pushed the tip into the nipple, wanting to taste the milk even more, whiel his cock kept thrusting into her womb over and over, his claws groped her breasts to squirt her milk out, filling his mouth and hitting the side of his face. As Gervan did this his hips kept pushing agaisnt her tight pussy, her sucking muscles making him just as horny as with the ranger and the paladin, his nutsack kept slapping her firm buttocks while his ridged inhuman phallus plunged into her core, over and over.

Kella had never experienced such amazing pleasure, and joy, and certainly did not think that such intense lovemaking was possible, yet here she was. Her legs were splayed out to the sides, allowing the powerfully built Lizardfolk to pump his hips deep into her womanhood with every thrust. His ridged, scaled cock rubbed beautifully against her tight, almost sucking pussy, every scale acting like a rough nub that stoked and aroused her even more.

Gervan's long, thick cock stimulated every millimeter of her pussy to its maximum level, as within moments the inexperienced peasant lover soon found herself in a lather, her first climax soon followed by another, then another, then another with almost no break in between. Just constant pleasure.

Her moans became constant, as her hands slid onto Gervan's shoulders, hanging on to him as his hungry long mouth firmly suckled on her deliciously sweet and warm breastmilk. His powerful hands strongly, yet without harming the young farmhand, kneaded her breasts, and tweaked her bright reddish nipples, as the occassional strand of milk oozed down her breasts only to be hungrily lapped up by Gervan's tongue.

He was milking her, and soon her pussy would clench up around his cock, and soon her body would be milking his cock at the same moment.

His hips kept moving his mouth sucking out her delicious milk, his tail sliding along her legs, stroking her uscles ,as he filled her up with his long and thick phallus over and over, the ridges flexing with each thrust, adding the pleasure. Soon enough was his nutsack contrasting and he felt his cum gather up for a blast and with a loud hissing noise the lizardfolk's hips thrusted in three more time before his cum slide up his long sperm vein and erupted out of the tip directly into her uterus, filling it all up until it gushed out of her pussy, sliding down in thick rivers along her thighs.