For For Aliapoh

Tracks...

As she descended into a valley, the desert winds began to die down, allowing the wanderer to raise her veil, placing the wrap underneath a leather strap of a headpiece, which required two extra triangular pouches to account for her floppy ears, revealing the fair skinned visage of a young and attractive miqo'te girl; the sides of her face flanked by black frayed drills of hair that pointed inwards, with a messy chopped look at the back, but with an intentional styling that made it seem like she knew what she was doing in the chaos.

And there it was...

The half sunken caravan cart looked like it was trying to claw it's way out of the dune, the two hyurs she was expecting long gone.

She walked with a hip sway, that oddly, only seemed to bother other women; though it was just natural to her. Her two solid leather gloves that didn't quite reach her elbows - her left covered with a jade and gold plateguard - moved about with a causalness that made it seem like they were gonna fly off any moment. With that spring in her step, her dark blue, knife pleated skirt with arrow shaped white linens sewn underneath, further held in place by diamond and circle shaped metal fastens, swished to and fro. A green half cloak wrapped around her shoulders, which would fly up whenever she would rush to hug people; revealing the padded greyish purple sweater, which contained her massive set of tits. A black leather belt with a gold buckle around her incredibly thin waist, sometimes feeling a little too top heavy without it and her short sword.

"Hup, hah..." She flew down with agility into a squat, her arms resting upon her black pantyhose style leggings. Her eyes scanned from the wreckage to the sands in front of her. Placing her hand down, she scoured the surface before feeling an odd indent, which after a few swipes, she then plucked up. Sahja's fanged smile went from ear to ear, her amber eyes shimmering like the gold coin she held.

Scouting ahead of her party was the best decision she had ever made.

There had to be more.

She fell down to her knees, scurrying about on all fours, searching with flicks of her tiny wrists, her tail moving like a clock's hand.

Not that she was particularly greedy or anything, but...

She didn't know how to finish that sentence.

"SKREOW!" Her screech came out in a guttural, animalistic fashion. Something had her, and she didn't know what. Like he came straight from hell, he dashed up from the now open pit, her tail caught, sticking out from between his clawed mitt. If he were in reach, she would tear him apart. Or at least would have, after being yanked face first against the ground, she could finally look up and see the thing responsible, which was an amalj'aa, one of those lizard freaks. The backwards horn sloped and curved down the back of his spine before shooting back up again, looking as robust as he was; because beyond barrel chested, the amalj'aa was huge. Despite having no visible vascularity, his musculature was well-defined in his coarse looking thick skin.

His voice was booming. "Foolish kitten, did you not think of who would be responsible still lurking!?" His backwards facing knee retracted back before planting against the head of the girl in a thud that sent a puff of finer dust particles upwards, her body seizing up in a jolted bit of shock. "Worry not of death, little one, as I am merely disabling you." From her position, he was the biggest liar in the world. Feeling like she was gonna suffocate down here - but there was nothing she could do to argue.

Her fight or flight was starting to resemble neither. Her struggles began to slow, and once he was assured she was nothing more than his puppet, he hoisted her like the catch of the day, her body completely slack and looking like it had given up; a single squeezing hand around her waist. He measured, just to make sure, seeing that his four fingered paw could snap around her head and crush it like a grape.

Moving it, his glassy red eye fixated on her. "I knew they would send someone, but not such a morsel as you. Yes..." He brought her into himself; his short headed snout with rows of sharp teeth leaving hot trails on her face, as his long drawn breath inhaled. "You're something special, aren't you?" Her neck had drooped, her eyes half lidded with wet eyelashes; but she was still somewhat aware, and her skin crawled at the feel of his touch.

Panic hit her. Like she were just a doll, he peeled off her scabbard, pinch-flicking it off like it were a toothpick - not that she'd get much use out of it even if she had tried. She then watched him undress his meager loin cloth style wrap, passing by it's silver studs and unlatching it. The orange cloth and codpiece fell away, revealing a bright red and slickened penis that shot ahead, his two grey balls like marbled stone, swinging heavy. The length of it almost bridged the gap between them as he held her out in front of himself. His dry, tacticle thumb, ran against her plush and smooth lips, leaving a hint of moisture upon it, which seemed to please the beast.

He forced her face into the pointed, arrowhead curved tip; a sliming ooze making itself known on her lips. Sahja grimaced, the smell of both hitting her senses. Her attempt to play possum was getting her nowhere. "Nyo! Nyoooo! Nyohohooho!" She swatted pathetically at the leathery stiff skin to no avail. She shook her head, hoping and praying that he'd just stop. Instead, the snarling beast used her pleas to inject her mouth. Her eyes opened as wide as they could go. The idea of trying to bite down seemed impossible, only with the head inside, it filled her mouth entirely. "Ahl! Ahl! AHL!" Her tongue was force pressed out of her mouth, now resting underneath his shaft. She hoped he wasn't getting the idea that she was liking this. It was then that Sahja truly understood the scope of his size while staring up his pole. There was no way anything like that could fit inside her, let alone her mouth.

Sahja wanted to meet him with a scowling look of defiance, but she froze up... he was a monster, and she just didn't know what to do without her friends.

Feeding more of his cock to the catgirl, it created sickening throat noises that he quite enjoyed. "GLRK - UHLP - SHLORP-" Her throat pussy needed to be broken in and he started forcing more and more of himself into her. The discomfort was clear in her eyes as well as the innocence of her virginal nature, with streams of tears flowing down her face, but his expression was unforgiving; almost stoic, even as the creature enjoyed something as base as having his cock sucked. He removed her off himself briefly, to gloat and show off the glistening sheen of his rocket. Sticky webs of saliva and precum intermingled, breaking as she gasped for air. "Hahn-hahn-hahn..."

"Tell me little, little miqo'te, when you sought treasures... was this one of them?" He wagged his protrusion, each iris following along with it hypnotically, like it were a snake prepared to strike her again. "Claim your reward." He bounced her. "Go ahead. A kiss."

Wincing, Sahja's unsteady body leaned into it, giving what was in her mind, something that was completely rancid, a kiss. It might as well have had maggots crawling over it in her opinion. It was a quick peck, really, but it made her want to breakdown and cry from the embarrassment of kissing a lizard's penis.

Her slutty mouth then begged. "Please, no more-" For her whimpers, he punished her by sliding it back in. She gurgled and spat up the impossibly shining red penis of his. "ALGH-GUCK" Her throat strained and whined; attempting to swallow but accomplishing nothing, but as he sank deeper into her, even those noises were muffled by the suffocating power of his cock. That's when he picked up the pace, ramming into her face, his hips pumping. Each time he did it, Sahja wasn't sure if she was gonna blackout or worse, as his balls hit her chin like knocks at a door. Despite how spongey it seemed, it had a protective layer, adding a grippy nature to his penis - it's outer membrane subtly attaching to things inside her throat, and it felt like this thing was going to glue itself attached to her esophagus lining. Even though she had never touched a man before, she knew this was very different compared to what even hyurs had.

He could see his fat head and shaft expand out her throat, before seeing it fall back to it's normal thin look as he retracted back, only to fill it up again, bulging it out. "Ehhrrr..." A growling hiss escaped him. Sahja knew, but she didn't actually know what she was about to suffer through. From his volcano tip, a nasty, foamy, yellowed protein erupted, spraying her throat. Sahja, for a moment, thought she was out of the woods, when this thick fluid began to invade, as he stopped his movements to deposit this stuff.

The taste was indescribable! Like swampy saltwater - frogs and all - but maybe that would have tasted better. She had the bright idea to start guzzling it down... but that didn't help, as more and more poured from him and into her belly, and out from her stomach and back up her throat, her cheek filled to the brim with his seed. She began to sputter, feeling like her sinus was gonna explode, and what started as mere drips, turned into a tidalwave, as cum burst from her nose in coughing and sneezing fits, firing cum from her nostrils in shotgun blasts, with no thanks to the ten inch meaty stopgap that hindered her breathing.

Yet there was another feeling... one she had a hard time describing other than when she drank with her party members:

It was intoxicating. Her brain swam at the powerful and manly musk as it drowned her senses. She was beyond thinking now. She just wanted more. Like it was the most natural thing a woman like her could do, serving someone superior to her. Even despite the pain in her gut and her irritated larynx, she consumed of him. "Ulp-ulp-ulp-" Despite her best efforts to lap it up, the corners of her lips couldn't keep it contained, as the cum began to drizzle into the shelf her breasts naturally formed. Pooling, it stained her sweater and started to physically weigh her down, like she had been tossed into an ocean of his cum, forced to feel him right down to her pores as it began to soak through.

"Hrrrrmph..." A look of relief with a tilting of his head backwards. He had raped many women that had foolishly crossed into his territory, but this one was already to be proving his favorite. Retrieving himself with a loud suctioning *POP*, his sword flecked the air and her body that had been acting as his sheath, nearly tumbled over. Propping her up, he examined her. She looked completely stupid, braindead even, with a glazed over look on her face and half open eyes. A mild groan escaped from her. Cum bubbles popped near her lip and chin as she continued to drool his essence. Cumdrunk, he wondered if even her tears were made up of his semen.

Releasing her, Sahja fell forward with a splash, her massive chest breaking her fall, hands splayed out. He stood like a statue, a howl of wind rushing by, as the grains by her face dampened, creating a wet spot.

Slinging her over his shoulder, he leapt upwards towards an alcove above, making sure his lair would not be found before the true fun would commence.