Thread: Highborn Fall Far [Warhammer Fantasy] (Kaybee x Reydan)

The chieftan hissed in pleasure as the other skinks crowded around the pair. The lithe former intruders, now wanton breeders, the lizards delighted in the show the newly submissive scouts put on as their lips moved against the twin manhoods in perfect counterpoint. Jockeying against each other, the crowd tightened around the two, a press of scaled bodies enclosing them. More cocks jutting out into the air as they eagerly reached in. The chief was first to get the twins attention, but a single breeder was a rare occurrence, much less two of them at once, and while the rest of the tribe did defer for a time, they were not about to wait forever. The leader's hands came down, grasping both elves heads and pulling them deeper, thick cocks pushing over tongues and down, into the pair's throats, not caring that their cheeks rubbed against each other with the closeness. Behind, the first hands began to roam over Varshee and Derra's bodies, scaled digits grasping, stroking, pinching. At their sides, their thighs, their shoulders at first, eager just to get a touch of their smooth-skinned bodies, but then the crowd pressed closer still and Varshee found hands on her breasts, Derra felt fingers close to pinch her nipples, thick columns of flesh ground into sopping pussies, the tribe steadily working itself into a frenzy. These little tastes would only sate their appetites for so long... The urge to breed was thick in the air, the scent of ready females and the heady pheromones of eager males mingling. Then one brave skink thrust into Derra's snatch, filling her with both of his cocks at once and loosing a triumphant cry as the group exploded into action. Three jostled with each other at Varshee's cunt for a second before one slammed himself him in a similar way, both twins suddenly being fucked with rapid abandon as the skinks raced to be the first to pump their seed inside the twins, the best chances of being the ones to fertilize them. Sister. The largest of the Saurus hissed, head rocking in a nod, eyes raking up and down her Elre's toned and gleaming form, a heavy breath as her hand found the taut cloth that only barely managed to cover his manhood. He turned reluctantly, others assembling around her in an honor guard, five in all, arranged in a pentagonal formation. Follow. They led her down tunnels, all of them eager, pleased to be the ones she'd chosen and anticipating the chance to be rewarded for that choice. Reptilian eyes tracked the Captain's swaying hips, the shine of sweat on her skin and arousal on her thighs. The armor they offered her was light yet sturdy, meant to deflect and avoid rather than take a blow head on. They surrounded her, fastening the pieces to her body one at a time, scales touching her skin as they pressed close, their desire saturating the air around her. A bronze chestpiece that fit snugly around her neck like a collar, covering her shoulders and descending just low enough to protect the heart while leaving the abdomen on display from the bottom of her breasts to the hips. A thick belt held faulds on either side and loincloths in front and back, guarding her thighs with more plating while leaving her holes accessible with the mere flip of the fabric. Bracers and greaves shielded forearms and ankles, and when the whole set was assembled golden light coursed over its lines, magical enhancements taking hold. The Saurus stood back as the last piece was clasped, ringing her now, watching for her approval, waiting for her signal. We hope you approve. The leader hissed again. Cocks still jutting towards her, inviting her to demonstrate whatever approval she might have... While Elre was attended to by the warriors, Minue saw them part before her, allowing the approach of a shaman in full regalia. You have felt her touch... It was a statement and a question in one, and with it he stepped forwards, long tongue unfurling from his mouth and pressing at her lips. It slid into the little mage's mouth and down her throat, lingering for a second before pulling back with a slick sound, limned in the same purple fire. I have tasted of your devotion. I will show you to the Slann. More parting of warriors, showing the path, walking alongside and just slightly behind, a deferential equal, for now. A long corridor, lit with braziers and carved in friezes depicting ever more debauched acts, the fates of every group that had sought to explore this temple in the past, dating even back to before these Lizardmen had finally conquered it. Hundreds, thousands, every last one, becoming debauched and shameless, spreading it to others, to the world itself. Finally at the end, a massive chamber, an honor guard of consecrated warriors and a dais of stone and gold, atop which sat the mage priest himself. An enormous being, shorter than the kroxigors, but well endowed enough to put a stegadon to shame. His cock twitched faintly at Minue's approach, but he remained still, eyes glowing with magic, watching her, to see what she would do. The Stegadon grumbled gently, it's eyes suddenly blinking to alertness as its head swung slowly side to side, trying to triangulate the new smell that had appeared in it's surroundings. Sharp eyes sought out the female in heat that it knew must be before it, but rather than the bulk of a mate in it's own species, it settled instead upon the slender Folwin. The beast's gaze narrowed, scenting the air again as it tried to determine whether or not this was a trick, but beneath it, arousal was swelling, a thick cock emerging from it's sheath. His own heat and the scent of a potential mate made him more impulsive and so rather than continue to try and determine the best course of action, he chose to follow his lusts. Without warning the young stegadon exploded into an abbreviated charge, not a full battle rush, but a quick lunge, intending to knock her down so that he could get at her body properly....