Crazy trouble with love part 8

Krystal and General Scales

Series: Star Fox

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Krystal loved her life with the Sharpclaw tribe, especially after seeing what a pathetic runt Fox was. Everyday was a simple if enjoyable time under Scales' rule, the Sharpclaw were once again free with little to worry thanks to their strength. Had Fox not found her magical staff, he'd have no chance and would have become Scales' cheap rug. In reality, much to Fox's shock, Scales had been morphed into a horrible and mindless beast by Andross' power. Krystal had set out to free him and recover the dinosaur planet to its former glory. Of course, there was much more than met the eye as the Sharpclaw were a once peaceful if battle ready tribe, believing themselves protector of their planet. Saurian warriors by birth and defenders by tradition, Andross felt it amusingly ironic to turn them and their leader into barbarians.

"Guuaaahhaah..." they were also passionate lovers.

Krystal was bent over her own bed, clad in her traditional Saurian garb, a bikini top which her white-furred tits spilled out of the borders, and the loincloth which backside was flipped over to reveal her bare ass. The cheeks shook with every stab to her core as two hands held her curvaceous hips. Pumping in and out, her mate let out low, soft growls of delight as a monstrous barbed cock dug deeper and deeper into her womb, scratching every inch of her velvety walls. Her natural body heat made the cool-blooded Saurian hiss in delight as her breasts jiggled from the powerful pelvis strikes to her rear. Krystal's maw was wide open, her tongue hung out, and drool dripped on the bed sheets. Her fuzzy tail caressed her lover's battle-scarred arms and muscular eight-pack abs. He towered over her with twice her size, so it didn't bother him.

"Roll your hips more," hissed Scales, fully nude and with two functioning, three-clawed hands. Without Andross' modifications, he had a smoother snout, looked far younger, and had a proud red Mohawk over his head which only real alphas used to attract mates. That had been his true form when he first met Krystal, a charming if aggressive lover and powerful warrior. Mastering the sword at a young age, he got her eyes on him and soon both became fast childhood friends. It had been with a heavy heart that she had to face him when seeing him as an irredeemable villain. Of course, once Fox defeated Andross he had missed how the ape's control ended and Scales and his tribe were back to normal. Sadly for him, Krystal's traditions said she had to repay Fox, which she felt she had fully done after seeing how unworthy as a mate he was.

"H-hold me..." she moaned out, drunk in pleasure. "Mark me as your mmmate!"

Smirking, he slid his hands into her top and fondled malleable, large breasts, "As you wish, my mistress." He smirked as his second cock – another sign of a true alpha – slipped out of his sheath and rubbed between her blue buttocks. Krystal mewled as it tickled her ass cheeks with its barbs, something she loved about the tribe in general but mostly about her one true love, and the one to take her firsts. Replying in kind to his claws fondling her soft chest – him enjoying her warmth and she loving his claws pinching her nipples -, Krystal twerked on his pelvis. Scales hissed as she applied the right pressure against his second cock, the one inside her felt how she clenched hard, but his second dick was being assaulted by all sides possible by the softest ass in all the galaxy. Fox had been a fool for passing out such a body, Scales thought.

Gripping the petite vixen's tits and pulling her against his chest, Scales let out a loud roar while Krystal cried out his name, "Y-yes, Bladefang!" she squirted a torrent of her own juices, transparent nectar which slid down her and Scales' thighs. To that, the general gasped and unloaded deep into her, filling her womb first as his secondary dick sprayed her back with his seed, truly marking her as his mistress.

Both lovers panted but didn't fall, Krystal was held by Scales' hands still groping her breasts, causing her to giggle while he lowered his face and licked her cheek, "Did you enjoy yourself, my mistress?" he asked in a tender, loving tone unlike the voice of the tyrant she once saw. One hand went down, rubbing her smooth white belly as he took in the lovely scent of her blue hair. Minerals from the hot springs water and flowers the Sharpclaw maidens put in adorned her natural aroma, soothing him.

"Very much, my lord." She kissed him deeply, opening her maw to let his forked tongue wrestle hers, gentle pinning it down before they pulled back, "Ah, I can't wait to finally see our future spawns as proper warriors. I'd enjoy seeing you train a son." She smiled and placed her hand over his, rubbing her belly which they hoped would grow soon. Bladefang Scales smiled and pulled her to sit on his lap.

"I wouldn't mind a girl like you, a priestess and teacher to our young." He smirked and held her closely, inhaling her sweat and the scent of lust all over her body and their chambers.

"A princess for you to protect of any suitors?" she teased him, her tail swishing in amusement at the idea.

"You know I'd find the perfect one if they could beat me." he grinned, knowing his swordsmanship was unparalleled.

Grinning cheekily, she said, "Would that include McCloud?"

He sneered, "Don't joke about that, you know I only lost because Andross used me. I wasn't even allowed to harm him be-"

She pulled his head closer to kiss his cheek, "You're so easy to tease." Then, she turned around, facing him and reaching back to undo her top, "Now, teach me what your sword would have done."

"Gladly." He held her hips with both hands, lifting her to slide both his cocks into her snatch and asshole, getting a delighted mewl from the vixen.

Nights passed on with the other Saurian proud of their leader for choosing such a good woman.

Krystal moaned as her lover's barbed shafts rubbed her insides. Every inch of her body tried to please him, pressing her breasts on his muscular torso tickled his scaly front slightly while she enjoyed the slight roughness of his skin rubbing her nipples. Both their tails moved closer, Scales' longer one wrapping around hers as his hands dug into her booty cheeks. The vixen hissed in pleasure as his claws pinched her flesh but didn't break the skin, just the right amount of pressure to be pleasurable. She soon had to hug his neck when his barbs scratched the right places in her two tunnels, her anus tingling and shuddering around his secondary prick while her womanhood sloppily and loudly slurped his other.

Wet squelching noises echoed in their chambers and Scales was getting drunk on Krystal's blissful face. Half-lidded eyes, maw opened, tongue out, a series of yips coming from her lips, and her large buttocks jiggling under her tail. Smiling at his mistress, the general lied back, letting her ride him only by using the cowgirl position. In reality, his hands moved her up and down his dual erections, using her entire body like the best and furriest onahole. Krystal threw her head back, placing her hands on his muscular chest for leverage as her hips quaked. Slapping noises got louder from her reaction to his dominance while he enjoyed seeing her large breasts flop around. The white-furred teats slapped each other in rhythm to his pumping the vixen up and down her favorite flesh sticks, her moans growing in volume and lust.

"My lord, d-don't stop!" she gasped out, shivering and losing her mind from the raw pleasure she was receiving.

"Consider it done, my mistress!" Scales hissed and amped the speed and force of his mating, driving his dual sex organs all the way into Krystal. Her eyes rolled backwards as she hit her climax, her plump rear slapping his thighs as she squirted over them, followed by his grunt of bliss with a powerful double torrent of thick, opaque loads of spunk deep into her. Krystal mewled as she collapsed on Scales' chest, her smile one of a woman who had been drunk in lust and turned silly from the pleasure. Scales grinned and rubbed her head, still hard inside her.

"One...mmmore..." she moaned, licking his chest with her pupils becoming beating hearts.

Scales smirked and flipped them around, pressing Krystal against the bed and his chest with both her legs around his waist and her hands on his toned backside, "Gods, I love your stamina, you're the only one who can pleasure me." he re-entered her, getting more pleased yips from his vixen mistress, "Ah yes, this body was made for me."

"And no one else!" she exclaimed, tongue out as she howled in bliss, "Now go ahead, shoot more in me! Give me your spawn, Bladefang!"

"As you wish, Krystal!" the bed rocked the entire night as the two worked hard to unite their people into one tribe.

-Years later-

"Dad said he'd teach me to use the sword!" growled a blue-scaled Sharpclaw to his sister, a green-furred vixen, both in traditional loincloths.

"No, he'll teach me first! I will also learn from mama to beat you, Axefang!" she pulled out her tongue to her sibling, which he replied with his own forked one out.

Off to the side, a heavily pregnant Krystal leaned against her husband's side, a smile on her face, "Well, they are our children, competitive but looking up to a true warrior."

Scales sighed tiredly as he rubbed her growing belly, "I wish this next one takes after you in the spiritual sense."

"My, I didn't think you'd show anyone but me your soft side." she quipped.

He chortled, "Oh, but you like the rough one too, don't you?"

"Of course, my lord." she said and relaxed, truly enjoying her new life away from Star Fox.