Studying Shusk
#24 of Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure
Tik Tik travels far and wide, seeking champions for the Tournament of Pleasure. In this journal entry, she recounts how she met Shusk the Lizardman.
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When I first splashed down in the lizardfolk swampland, I was muddy and afraid. I tried to crawl my way out of a murky mess. However, a giant toad attempted to gobble me up with its long tongue (note to self: check out the effects of amphibian tongues on genitalia in the future). Fortunately, I had found my champion when an impressive, manly form launched out of the swamp, spearing the monster with a decisive strike. He claimed the kill for his meal and me as his prize. This was how I first met Shusk and became an honorary slave of his tribe.
Because of my "strange" appearance to the lizardfolk, they had many questions. Many more came when Shusk stripped me down in front of the others as a way to show off his skill. They claimed that the mark of the hearts upon my body (my nose and my underbelly do have a rather cute coincidental pattern) made me special. They said I should be led to their spiritual leader. Luckily, this shaman knew the language of dragons. It was through this shaman that I had spoken to the lizardfolk and told them the nature of the Tournament of Pleasure.
Shusk laughed at the suggestion, but the shaman scowled to the hunter and said, "You are the last of your family, Shusk. Tik Tik, this one bears dishonor for the sins of his siblings. His sisters, Shashra and Slusk, left our homeland in disgrace. Slusk would not submit to her womanly duty of breeding. Shashra rejected her nature entirely, living life now as some bandit, corrupted by the thoughts of the human world."
I informed him that I had met a lizard woman by the name of Slusk, and that she was once under the sway of the Lily Nymph of the Wildlands.
Shusk hissed at that, angered that I would bring even further dishonor to his tribe by relying such disgraceful information.
The shaman bid him silent and reminded Shusk that I was a servant of the divine sent here on a sacred mission. If he was to bring honor to his family, then Shusk would need to prove himself by showing this herald for the Tournament of Pleasure the skills he had in pleasure.
I could not suppress my excitement at the prospect and immediately squealed, bending over in front of him in the presence of the shaman. "Please, give to Tik Tik!" I pleaded him, but he could only stare in wide-eyed disbelief.
"No. It... has to be in front of the whole tribe to show that I commune directly with the gods."
I doubt he expected me to waltz on out of the tent then and there and call to the others to show off my being conquered by their great hero. I doubt even less the fun he was going to have. I doubted not at all that I would have fun.
He was a man of pure primal instinct, but a bit of brash anger to him. Prideful in his own skills and for his people. He lifted me up and showed me off to the others before quickly slamming my small body down against his slit. I must say that I could not eloquently express my happiness at his actions then and there. The feeling of being taken by a big strong man and being made used as a toy for fucking is quite mind-altering at the moment. Everything I could consider disappeared from my mind. I was left as a toe-curled, tongue-lulled, addle minded puddle of flesh and scales, sloshing up and down his sex-greased shaft.
I know it isn't to everyone's liking to be so conquered by creatures so much bigger than them. Honestly, it is an acquired taste that comes from my experience. What I can say about it, however, is that if you don't have magical protection cast upon you. You do not have the anatomy to compensate for such a size, it isn't a good idea. Kobolds, by their nature, are quite malleable, and perhaps the Dragon's Heir tribe is more so. After all, we were selectively bred for the perfection of kobold kind. Maybe our engineers designed us to please more massive creatures, particularly of the draconic variety.
A lizardman is reptilian, not draconic. However, the way that Shusk treated me like I was his property and there to serve him with no regard to my own desires... well, let's just say that my hypothesis in the matter is that if a dragon were to approach me in such a way, I would likely bend to their will much easier than that. It is my hope that no dragon would ever take advantage of my natural inclination towards servitude. The magical power I wield now is dangerous in the wrong hands.
When Shusk finished, he clamped me down against his hips, shooting up inside of me with such force that the spectators could see the bulging going on within my stomach. I rolled my eyes back and cried out to the sky, perhaps a plea to the gods for some aid.
It was in that moment that Hanioc appeared, with all the trappings of the angelic summoning I had grown used to. His entrance made all of the lizardfolk bow. The only exception was Shusk. He held onto me and looked the angel in the eye, his triumphant stare, I've heard, was all that Hanioc needed to know that he would be one that would not quickly back down.
And that means that he's a champion I'm quite interested to see more of.