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The Naga's Back-Up

for Lorvianne

by Draconicon

The fight should have been done, and Lorkos, by all rights, should have been dead. Killing a lizard village shaman was bad enough; getting caught by one of the lizards at the end and getting knocked out should have been the prelude to a very quick or very painful death.

Instead, Lorkos opened his eyes, and the wolf immediately wondered if he was getting the worse end of the deal.

He felt more than saw the altar that he'd been laid on, the hard stone digging into his spine through something under him. That something, disturbingly enough, was the top of the twenty-plus foot carcass of the naga shaman that he had managed to kill. His stomach turned even with how the inside had been cleaned, his arms tied to his chest and keeping him from doing more than slightly squirming, with his legs jammed into the snake's tail from the knees down. His head was even rammed up beneath the naga's skull, the top of his head all but jammed inside that empty space.

It was as macabre as it was disturbing, and he barely had a moment to look down from the altar and see dozens of the lizardfolk that were supposed to be scattered to the four winds with the death of their shaman before one of them ran up to him.

The female was barely dressed, wearing a leather loincloth rather than anything civilized, with nothing to cover her almost-flat chest. She smiled down at him, hissing through her long fangs, and she uncorked a glass vial that looked like it had been buried in dirt for the last month.

"What are you - don't you - mmmph!"

Lorkos's protest was cut off instantly, the black-furred wolf groaning as the potion was forced down his throat and into his guts. It tingled all the way down, hot and almost spicy in a way, and it made him burn from his lips down to the back of his muzzle.

The lizard female tossed the potion to the side, and his head was still spinning as she straddled him. No sooner had she slid her hips forward than his sheath responded, spitting his cock out with a throbbing pulse, and it kept rising as she ground along him.

"Ah...ah...what...what..."

The words wouldn't come. He'd never been much of a speaker; being a mercenary meant that he did most of his talking with his sword rather than his mouth, but this was impossible. He could barely catch his breath, and the lizard-woman was pushing him too hard for him to get more than the base amount needed to stay conscious.

All around him, they were chanting, whispering something or other that didn't make any sense. The words had to be in their language, hissed and rolled between slender tongues that refused to speak the language of their lords. Lorkos groaned, leaning his head back as the reptile straddling him pushed further and further forward with each roll of her hips, knowing what was coming and knowing that he could not stop it. He barely wanted to, such was the power of the potion.

Breeding, he thought. Still...still obsessed...with breeding.

He thought that killing the shaman would scatter them. That's what he'd told the local lord. Kill the head of the snake and the rest of the tribe would scatter to the edges of the map, desperate to avoid being hunted down and killed. The breeding would stop, the constant swell of their population would cease, and...and...

And it was too much to think about as the lizard woman finally reached the tip of his cock and forced him inside of her. Lorkos would have arched his back if he hadn't been tied down, but the lizard woman took that out of his control, as well, riding him right off the bat, sliding her hips down to meet the base of his cock and grinding right against his sheath. The feeling of those scaly nether lips was so different to the puffy folds of a proper bitch, but she was still milking him hard, pushing him to give her what she wanted. His body was already eager for it, and he could feel everything down there tingling, ready to deliver what the female wanted whether he was willing or not.

He bit his lips, trying to hold back as best he could, but she was already sliding back to the head and -

Squish.

Right back down to the base, taking him all the way. He wheezed, puffing for breath as she rolled her hips up. His balls felt like they were going to be drained at any second, and yet, he tried to hold out. If they wanted him to breed them, then -

Squish.

Squish.

Squish.

"NNNGH!"

It was too much. He gave in with just four thrusts, cumming hard as his balls rolled up in his sac, all but crushed against his crotch as he came and filled her to the brim. Thick, heavy, warm; he could feel every splash, every rope of his own seed splattering against her inner walls and oozing out against him. His head spun, feeling heavy and muffled, his thoughts stifled up by some strange pleasure. And...

And there was...there was something else. A knitting feeling, almost like the scales around him were moving. But that was impossible.

Before he could question it, the lizard woman slipped off his cock, the soft squelch of her body sliding off his making him groan before another one replaced her. This time, she slid right down his cock before forcing her potion vial down his throat, the same heated gulp leaving him clueless before he was tingling, hot, and so hard inside of her. His cock all but ached to give her his side, and she was already riding him, grinning with her fangs on display as she did so.

He was barely aware of the sound of voices chanting all around him, the sound of people getting stronger, louder. He tried to pull his head together and think of what the hell that meant, what they could be doing, but -

Squish.

Squish.

Squish.

He could already feel his cock throbbing at the edge of its endurance. Why? Why was it so hard for him to hold back? Was the potion just to keep him on a hair trigger, or -

Squish.

"NNNGH!"

Again, he was taken over the edge, and again, he came hard. The feeling of that thick, slippery load sliding out of his cock and into her, and the feeling of it sliding back down his cock as she rolled her hips back and ground on his throbbing dick, made him all the more conscious of what he was doing, how he was 'betraying' the others that had come with him to the village and had helped him take down the naga.

What had happened to the other guardsmen?

What had happened to the people that he'd led?

What was happening to him?

The lizard woman slid off his cock, dripping, wet, white between her legs against her green scales. She looked altogether satisfied, and her lips were still moving in the same chant that the others had started. Lorkos groaned, trying to hear what it was, but it was just more of the hissing, spitting tongue that they had been using from the start, and one that he didn't understand in the slightest.

Yet...

He felt it this time. The way that the scales were knitting together near his legs. He looked down, his vision hazy, but he still saw how the scales were coming together, rolling up and healing until they came to a stop just under his cock. Over his head, others were closing, too, slowly drawing the skull down over his forehead. Not far, not yet, but it had still happened, and -

And another lizard female stepped forward, shoving another potion between his lips. He swallowed out of shock, and the process began again...

_Lorkos moaned. Six? Seven? How many now? Too many for him to count easily, and each one was fading into the next as the lizards formed a line to take their turn with getting bred by wolf cock. He could no longer twitch below his stomach, feeling the scales pressing agains this belly button and trying to climb higher.

As the latest of them slid off, he felt something different, something hotter, something thicker. She was struggling, no longer sliding off so fast as the others had. Was she tighter? Struggling with his knot? Or was it -_

She finally slid free, and the reason for her difficulty became clear. His cock was slowly splitting from the tip down, getting wider as it did, and the knot had become something too big to easily slide out. She giggled as she gripped both cocks at once, giving them three firm strokes before stepping out of the way.

Two more females stepped out at once, and Lorkos received a double-dose as they slid down a cock each...

_A dozen? More? He had lost count, but the males were in on it now, too. Only a scant hint of his fur still showed through the scales, and further down, beneath his twin cocks, the scales of the snake had opened up and revealed a vent. It went right into him, somehow, despite the fact that he had never had such a thing. His legs...did he even have legs beneath the snake any longer?

It didn't matter. They fucked him, and with every orgasm, he felt his connection to the snake body around him grow stronger, and every potion took a little more of his thoughts away. There was no point in thinking like a wolf when there was almost no wolf left anymore._

He looked out through the eye sockets of the snake, and the more that he stared through them, the more that he felt like they were his eyes, now. Another splatter inside, another shift, another potion.

Lorkos fell, and the further he fell, the more that he gloried in the debauchery that was his new life. The females came for him, the males came in him, and...and he was responsible for them.

Another potion, another whisper, and he understood this one. It was hissed in his ear, and he groaned as he heard it for what it was.

"Come back, master...come back."

The master was coming back, alright. Coming back...and coming in.

The End

Summary: A killing does not go unpunished. The loss of a naga shaman doesn't do nearly enough to slow down a lizard village's breeding.

Tags: M/F, H/M/F, Orgy, Lizard, Naga, Wolf, Melding, Transformation, Macabre Ritual, Ritual, Vaginal, Breeding, Orgasm, Cum, Dub-Con, Consensual Eventually,