Chapter 32

“Me too! Fill me with awesome lovely eggs too! Please my goddess!” pleaded the tiny lizard girl.

Flora paused. “ ... Who the hell is that?”

The band collectively stared at the lizard who had suddenly appeared in their midst.

She looked around at the stares, a nervous little smile on her face, a stubby fang protruding from her lip.

“Uhm, Hiya?”

Her fat tail waved shyly at the band, flagged high in the air.

“Oh my god ... Is that a monster?!” said Lily suddenly drawing back in alarm from the tiny lizard girl.

Lily’s fear seemed a little ridiculous considering the lizard girl wasn’t much to look at, even the diminutive otterkins were taller than she was, although the lizard girl more than made up for that in lower width. Her bell-bottom hips were significantly broader than the otterkin’s, massive flaring things backed by an otter length tail as thick as her already thick thighs all balanced atop matching short stubby legs which were proportionally shorter than even the short stackiest of short stacks. That said Lily still had her beat in the chest department as her upper half was very slim and petite, being possessed of shallow curves across her chest.

Her body was covered in clean white scales with bright pink scales scattered like chocolate chips across a cookie, her inner thighs were glossy with wet as she was absolutely soaked, a steady drip drip drip falling from her puss onto the grass below. The attractive sight was only matched by her big round sky blue eyes that practically begged for dick.

“Don’t you know it’s pretty rude to point that out right away?” said the lizard girl raising an eyebrow at Lily.

“R-rude?! But you want to kill and eat us!”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. that’s you making assumptions about me, and I think that’s not very fair to be quite honest, it’s not my fault I was born as a monster, I don’t even have much interest in that kind of thing.”

“You aren’t denying it!”

“Urgh, whatever. You non-monsters can be such scorched earth purists, a snacky snack here or there isn’t going to be the end of the world and I’m not even into that, I’m mostly vegetarian.”

“M-mostly!? S-so you do do it!” said Lily as teddybears drew up defensively around her, nub paws raised.

The lizard girl made a sour face. “Not people, gosh, and that’s pretty rich coming from you lot.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? We don’t eat people!”

“No, but you are adventurers, you slaughter monsters with a smile on your face, skipping from blood bath to blood bath while happily giggling because you are all total lunatic psychopaths!”

Lily’s mouth flopped open in outrage. “Adventurers aren’t lunatic psychopaths! ... Excluding Flora!”

“Hey screw you!” said Flora who was still bent over next to Lily. She elbowed the Otter girl in the side. “I’m a perfectly normal and reasonable gnome, it’s everyone else who is crazy and broken.”

Lily gave her a disbelieving look but turned back to the lizard girl as she heard her snorting a laugh.

“You can think what you like you udder breasted otter, adventurers have a reputation for gleefully slaughtering monsters, if you think that isn’t true for every adventurer then you have to accept that the same can be true for monsters, not all monsters act like their common reputation.”

“So you don’t kill and eat sapient people?”

“No way, they’re not part of my diet. I didn’t get an amazing figure like this by chowing on fatty adventurer meat all day,” said the lizard girl, then very quietly under her breath, “Except on cheat days.”

“Wait, what was that last bit?”

“Hmm? Nothing, I didn’t say anything.”

No, no, you definitely-”

“Look, are we going to get fucked by the goddess or what, that’s the important thing here.”

The lizard girl looked back at Fey hopefully.

“I’m just a smol girl starved for a mate for years, you have no idea, would you pleeeease knock me up my goddess?”

Fey crossed her arms and gave the lizard girl a flat look.

“No. I’m not having sex with a random monster that turned up in the woods that’s so- so-”

“Sluttty?” said Flora.

“I’m not a slut!” said Fey stamping her hoof. The sound of it impacting was quite impressive and a hoove shaped print was indented two inches into the grassy earth.

The kneejerk reaction caused the band’s attention to move momentarily from the lizard girl to Fey.

“Uhh, Fey, no offence but it’s a little tiny itty bit hard to hear that after you obliterated the inn we were supposed to be staying at by railing the entire populace of a wedding and filling every girl they’re with gallons of cum,” said Vivi. The fox girl had been inspecting the egg pile, Wummy removing an egg and holding it up for her to look over, still clearly intent on using one of the apparently indestructible eggs as a weapon.

“That doesn’t count! They came on to me okay, I didn’t have a choice!”

“From all the way upstairs in an entirely different room?” said Octavia cheerfully.

“Wha- there was- they were- that’s not my fault- I could have stood still and they would have still- I’m not a slutty centaur dammit!” cried the increasingly agitated centaur, her cheeks going pink.

Vivi scratched her nose as another egg was held up beside her for inspection. “You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered you know Fey, like adorably cute. If it weren’t for your private parts being on display no one would know you were so capable of devastating girls in the bedroom.”

The tips of Fey’s ears coloured like strawberries and she awkwardly tried to cover her naked chest, suddenly conscious of her nudity. Of course, this ended in abject failure as soft breast flesh spilled around her arms in an even more lurid way than if she had just left them alone.

“Huh, you really are like a goddess of fertility,” said the lizard girl, “So you will totally cum in me and fill me full of eggs like these ones right? I was listening earlier, I totally know you can do that.”

“Please stop calling me a goddess, I’m not a goddess, I’m just a regular normal average centaur.”

“With a gigantic throbbing di-

“Princess Priscilla!” came a shrill voice.

The bent over lizard girl flinched and turned to see another lizard girl approaching.

This new lizard girl was a little bit taller than Priscilla but still shorter than Lily, and was covered entirely with hot pink scales with the very occasional blue scale dotted here and there. Her claws had been painted blue with some kind of nail polish to apparently match.

“Princess, you can’t be doing this! The Queen is furious, she was supposed to appeal to the goddess first not you! Quickly now, come back with me immediately, you are already in so much trouble!”

The pink lizard grabbed hold of Priscilla’s flagging tail and yanked on it, dragging her off her feet and onto the ground with a thump. Without preamble Priscilla was hauled across the grass and away as the band watched, feeling decidedly non-plussed.

“Get off me damn you! This was my chance to stop the heat! NUUUUUU!” wailed Priscilla.

Despite her protestations however she could do nothing as the older lizard dragged her under a bush and out of sight.

A moment of awkward silence followed, broken by the tink tink of Vivi tapping a claw on one of the eggs.

“Hmm, this one I think Wummy, it has a good resonance, reminds me of well forged steel.” One of the tentacles nodded and the other eggs were carefully put back on the pile. “Breakfast anyone?” she said, turning to the dead embers of last night’s fire.

“Wha- what do you mean breakfast after looking at my egg like that, you better not be thinking of making breakfast out of it Vivi!”

The fox girl turned back to her with a slightly annoyed expression. “Do you see me trying to make breakfast out of good quality swords and daggers? I would never use such a fine weapon in such a barbaric way.”

“Well ... that’s good at least I supp- Hey what the hell do you mean weapon?!?”

Vivi ignored the centaur as already tentacles were pouring out of her well stretched pussy and slithering across the ground. A dozen of them jumped on the fire, quickly gathering together things suitable for burning and pulling a flint and steel from somewhere. The tentacles fanned air as others struck the flint and steel together and soon a flame was being nurtured to life. A number of other tentacles slithered over to Ellaria who was still curled up dazed on the ground, arms and legs around her egg filled belly. Stealthily, the tentacles plucked Ellaria’s dimensional bag from her hip and swiftly brought it back to Vivi where more tentacles pounced on it, dragging it open and pouring in, then, drawing out, food or cutlery or utensils or pots or pans held in each tentacle. A floppy white chef’s hat appeared and was carefully placed on top of Vivi’s head and then a second smaller one which was placed on top of one of the curled tentacles beside her as though it was wearing it.

“Do you mind Vi, I’m trying to get laid here...” said Flora. She shook her rear hopefully at Fey.

“Don’t care, am hungry.” replied Vivi as tentacles flipped fifty rashers of bacon onto a various saucepans and clustered them over the fire even as sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast, black pudding, regular chicken eggs, and a huge jug of coffee were being rapidly flung together around them, the tentacles a storm of activity.

Lily who had been tending to the teddybears who had protected her from the lizard monster slowly turned and stared at the feast Wummy and Vivi were preparing.

“H-hey, that’s uh, some nice looking, pretty, food, you’re uh, making,” she licked her lips, practically drooling. “You wouldn’t happen to have a little to spare by any chance?” The otterkin took a step forward, pushing the teddybears aside.

Vivi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, why do you think I’m even making so much, I’ve seen you eat Lily, you’re like some kind of bottomless pit that doesn’t get filled in no matter how much stuff you throw down it. Bloody otterkin appetites.”

Flora watched as Lily wandered closer to the fire then let out a sigh of resignation. “Whatever. Guess I can be regular sized and not stuffed full of lovely horse cum for a little while longer.” She moved toward the clanging of pans.

Fey glanced at the rapidly massing feast then down at Ellaria who was currently sighing blissfully as she rubbed her thighs together, lying on her side, index finger stroking a small lazy circle over her belly.

The centaur raised a hand and waved it at the elf, trying to get her attention, but Ellaria seemed to be in her own little world for the moment and she hesitantly lowered it. Maybe the elf needed a little time to deal with ... whatever it was she was dealing with.

In the meantime while Ellaria recovered maybe she should see about getting some foo-

A flash of red caught her eye from the bush Priscilla had disappeared under and a red carpet rolled from beneath the foliage, a splash of crimson that unfurled across the grass all the way to Fey’s front hooves. She blinked down at it in surprise.

“Uhhhhh ... what?”

A horn call broke through the clattering of pots and pans and a pair of lizard girls popped out of the bush, horns held high and ringing true. The call ended and both of them took hold of a few branches and carefully pulled aside the leaves, parting the bush.

From within appeared a female lizard larger than any of the others. Her back scales a mix of violet and royal purple but her front scales were a cream white. A large woven twig crown was set on her head crudely set with various gold coins and colourful uncut gemstones. Like Priscilla her inner thighs were also visibly slick with wet, in fact all of the lizard girls seemed to have the same problem, the horn blowing girls, the pink lizard girl, all of them were completely soaked and dripping wet.

The regal looking purple lizard stepped proudly along the crimson carpet, her sultry half lidded eyes aimed at Fey, a seducing sway in her hips, her tail gracefully following in an undulating motion behind her.

Fey wasn’t quite sure what to make of this development, the others seemed more interested in making and eating breakfast than the approach of this new lizard girl and for now were ignoring her.

She turned back to find the lizard girl biting her lip, her digits resting delicately on her naked chest, playfully caressing. The performance was getting more and more steamy by the moment as the regal lizard girl approached when suddenly she let out a squawk of alarm and faceplanted onto the carpet.

Fey blinked and found Priscilla standing behind her, the regal lizard’s tail in her claws, a furious look on her face.

“Mother, you can’t just steal the goddess from me, I found her first! I should get first fuck and first clutch!”

The purple lizard flipped herself over, her expression dark like thunderheads.

“You little wretch! You ruined my beautiful perfect seduction!”

The Queen scrambled to her feet and Priscilla took a few cautious steps back.

“All I do for you and this is how you behave toward me? This is just like when we captured that band of human adventurers and you decided to sneak one away from me all for yourself, you selfish spoiled little brat!”

“Why should you get all the best stuff and always go first just because you’re Queen! You know I talked to that cute adventurer human, he told me about this thing called Democracy!”

The Queen gasped, her small hand moving to her mouth in shock.

“You would use that filthy disgusting word around me?! That’s it. You’re going to breed absolutely last with the goddess, and- and- and I’M GOING TO TAX YOU!”

“What! You can’t tax me! I’m a bloody princess! I’m your daughter!”

“I don’t care, you’ve done this to yourself Priscilla, it’s all too late now, ‘QUEEN’S LEVY’.”

Priscilla was wearing a slender belt around her broad hips, the only piece of clothing the lizard girls seemed to possess. On the belt was a leather coin purse, a purse that was currently shifting and roiling. Priscilla made a desperate grab for it but was far too late and she couldn’t stop the thing from opening wide, a stream of gems and coins spilling out, a rivulet of precious objects that fell to the ground and then rolled and bounced in a line over the carpet. The ant line of metal and minerals made their way forward until they touched up against the Queen’s foot where they then began climbing her body, up her shins and plump thighs and to her own belt, a luxurious belt made of many gold plates and encrusted jewels wrapped around the Queen’s hips, a fat bag woven out of gold and silver thread set on one side. The snaking stream of the princess’s wealth found the bag and slipped inside bit by bit.

“My riches!” wailed Priscilla as her purse was drained.

In under a minute the princess’s purse was flaccid and empty and the Queen’s bag was slightly larger.

Priscilla fell to all fours in despair, her tail limp and forlorn. After a moment she glared up at the Queen, tears in the corners of her eyes.

“You’ve ruined me Mother!! I’m never going to financially recover from this!!”

“Good. Perhaps you’ll have learned not to disrespect your Queen.”

The hot pink scaled lizard from before appeared crouching beside the princess and comfortingly patted her shoulder. “There there Priscilla. You never know, you might get lucky and trap a few filthy rich adventurers and make it all back someday.”

Priscilla gave her a glum look.

“Only for it to be all taxed away again by royal magical decree. I’ve had enough of living under this oppressive monarchy, I’ve decided I’m going to champion a democracy! A reptile republic!”

“But Priscilla, you’re a princess.”

“I don’t care, I’ll rule the people as a republican princess, nobody says I can’t!”

The Queen flatly ignored the two and after brushing off her legs and flicking a speck of dust from her shoulder she turned her attentions back to Fey.

“Ahem. I believe introductions are in order, my goddess. I am the great and mighty Queen Gizzabess, the Lizardess Wizardess, Supreme Commander Newtromancer and Rain Dancer Salamancer, the Mistress Master Majesty, Queen Mother of the Multitudes, ruler of tens of Lizardfolk and conqueror of entire feet of land.”

“Nice to meet you queen Gizzabess, -

“Queen with a capital Q. I can tell. Emphasis.”

Qu-Queen Gizzabess, uhm, I’m Fey, uh, j-just Fey ... but I’m not sure why you and your people are interested in me, honestly I’m ... nothing special...”

“Such humility in a goddess, my my. As to why we are here,” she suddenly turned and glared at the band who were mostly busy around the fire, occasionally glancing over checking to see if Fey was okay. “It’s because of Adventurers like those ones.”

“It is?”

“Yes. I am a Queen, but I have no King, in fact none of my lizardfolk do. All the male lizardfolk are dead, every single one of them were killed over two years ago now. The adventurers went into a hunting frenzy, there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, they came and they killed every single last one. It has been two long years of wandering the land trying to find a single male lizardfolk, anywhere. But ... we are ... alone, they are all dead and gone.”

As the Queen spoke Ellaria had gradually been recovering from her unbirthing of the Centaur egg. She slowly struggled to her feet, still completely stark naked, although seemingly entirely oblivious to this fact. Standing, she somehow carried her single large egg pregnancy with such elegance that the arcing curve of her belly seemed a conscious aesthetic choice that a trendsetting fashionista might put into vogue amongst high society, noble Ladies rushing to push giant eggs up into themselves so as to copy that same eye-catching graceful line.

A few sparkling drops of clear fluid fell from between her thighs as she found her new center of balance. After a moment ensuring that she was seemingly quite fine to continue on with her new pregnancy she turned and eyed the lizard Queen.

“As much as it scorns me to say it, this ... Queen, is telling the truth. A number of years ago there was a flash trend amongst the nobility to shave into powder and snuff the horns unique to male Lizamandions, commonly referred to as lizardfolk. The number of commissions available was quite staggering and adventurers took up the call in droves. I however had not realised that the males had been hunted to extinction, that is ... unexpected.”

“Yes, all thanks to shitty evil Adventurers like you. I haven’t had a nice hard lizardfolk dick in me for years, do you know how lizardfolk heats work? Our heats only end when we have reproductive sex! My body has been burning alive to be filled with a clutch of eggs for over two fucking years!” The Queen was quickly becoming agitated again.

Ellaria gave her a steady look. “You realise the ‘goddess’ you seek to lie with is also an adventurer correct?”

“Goddesses do not count as adventurer scum, if she does partake of such a thing then it is merely a hobby.”

“Hmm. Delusional. You know I think I almost pity you. The last of your kind, doomed to die out, alone and childless. I shouldn’t condone such a fate as the extinction of your species will mean fewer convenient and easy to kill monsters for amateur adventurers to kill and level up from. Garbage has its uses at times. Very well, I suppose the Guild might appreciate an insemination project to prevent the levelling stock from completely vanishing. An organised breeding isn’t completely out of order.”

The Queen’s face slowly became redder and redder as Ellaria spoke until she looked ready to implode on the spot.

“I thought you elves were supposed to have respect for nature and preservation! What kind of a shitty elf are you?”

Fireballs roared to life around Ellaria and her eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice dark.

“The Kind You Obey.”

The Queen screeched and raised her hands in the air, crackles of static electricity stat-stattering over her claws.

“Nobody arrogantly commands a Queen without repercussions. Blood sacrificing an elf to the fertility goddess suddenly sounds like a pretty appealing idea right about now.”

“Woah woah woah,” said Fey jumping between the elf and lizard Queen “Please calm down, It’s fine, I- I will give you, uhm, eggs, if it ends your heat, and helps avoid the end of your species, I mean really that would be terrible! I couldn’t possibly let that happen, monster or not!”

The Queen’s aggression deflated slightly.

“Thank you goddess, that would be, kind of you.”

The fires died around Ellaria and the elf looked a little ashamed, realising she might have gone too far.

“I vote that Fey should fuck the lizard girls too!” said Octavia popping up beside Fey. Fey nearly jumped out of her skin the mousekin had appeared so suddenly.

“Oc-Octavia! You scared me, and you- you want me to do this? Weren’t you just trying to take Flora’s turn?”

“Well, I do have a strong moral compass despite what some, many, most, okay the vast majority of people would say about me. I can’t help but see these poor struggling lizardfolk and imagine those years of hardship without a good dicking. It’s terrible really, they could die out altogether, the moral argument is quite unambiguous on this.”

“I, ah, am glad you see that it’s the right thing to do, as a healer I couldn’t bear to see it.”

“Moral argument? HAH!” catcalled Flora from the fire where she was stuffing bacon in her mouth. “She just wants another story to write about in her stupid newsletter!”

“Hey hey, you can have multiple goals in doing something, that’s not illegal shorty!”

Fey gave the mouse girl a funny look, unsurprisingly she already had her book out and was scribbling notes in it as she looked over the Queen. She was focusing on one particularly long note when something glossy white appeared at her shoulder and peered into the book, examining what she was writing. Octavia finally noticed her audience when she finished and flinched back in surprise, her pen slipping from her hand and flipping into the air where the tentacle caught it. She regained her balance and stepped toward the tentacle.

“Oih! Give that back!”

The tentacle shook its head and then started slithered backwards across the grass toward Vivi.

A surprised Octavia blinked and then realising that the tentacle was scarpering off with her best writing implement raced after it.

Ellaria moved uncomfortably from foot to foot and coughed politely into her fist. “Since this does all appear to be decided I will look into the preparation of breakfast. Fey feel free to do as you wish, I will make sure Lily doesn’t eat absolutely everything and there is some left for you once you are done.”

The elf took a few steps backwards then turned and strode off toward the fire. Fey turned her attention back toward the Queen who was looking up at her expectantly. Behind her a humiliated and stroppy princess Priscilla was storming away under the bush, the pink lizard girl fretting in her wake.

“Well goddess?”

“Y-yes, but, ah, r-right here? Out in the open?”

“It has been two and a half long years of non-stop heat goddess, I would unashamedly ride your dick in front of an audience of thousands, I do not care, and I am a Queen, a Queen does not need to care.”

“Erm, I see...”

Not quite sure what there was to say to that Fey glanced over the glade until she spotted the most comfortable looking patch of a grass she could see. She trotted toward it but before she could get there a dozen lizard girls raced from beneath the bush and carefully laid out a luxurious looking blanket for her and then threw down dozens of poofy pillows. She nodded gratefully then muttering under her breath “Where were these bloody pillows last night?”

“What was that goddess?”

“N-nothing!”

She lowered her barrel down onto the grass and then a little clumsily rolled over onto her back, which placed her perfectly on top of the blankets and pillows, both her upper and lower body ensconced in comfiness.

Saving a species from extinction or not, she still could appreciate relaxing into something so luxurious after a night on the cold hard ground. A little shiver of joy ran up and down her body and she started to unwind, the morning stiffness of her muscles washing away.

She was on the verge of closing her eyes and drifting off into a peaceful nap when a weight climbed up onto her barrel. She opened her eyes to find the Queen crouching over her dick with her back to Fey’s upper body, one claw tapping her chin as she looked it over.

“This is ... quite the large tool. Even the largest male adventurer we have caught is like a particularly stunted baby carrot compared to this ... beast...”

“Uhm, if it helps to know, fitting it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“No, of course not, a Queen of the lizardfolk defies all challenges. What Queen would I be if I am not able to at least fit the very tip of a goddess?”

“Uh- n-no that’s not what I- Eep!”

She stuttered off as the Queen shuffled to the tip and began paying intense attention to the crown of Fey’s dick, a surprisingly long and dextrous tongue lashing over her flesh like a whip, dipping into every crevice and tickling every nerve, even pressing up against her urethra.

As the Queen worked her rotund globular rear perked high up into the air, higher than her head, her tail flagging high and stiff, clearly extremely excited going by the floods of clear fluid rolling down her inner thighs and pitter pattering over Fey’s horse chest. What drew Fey’s attention the most however was the Queen’s soft pink pussy nestled amongst her soft white scales, a tiny bud of a clit just peeking free from its hood cautiously exposing itself to the air. For all the Queen’s angry severity Fey couldn’t help find this part of her incredibly adorable, that is, until it began to move.

Fey’s brow rose as the Queen’s pussy suddenly gaped open, her labia stretching itself wide, gaping wider and wider and gulping at the air, like a mouth her pussy opened up exposing her interior walls, her tunnel, and at the back her cervix which shifted forward, blooming open and grabbing at the air, as though it hungered for a nice thick dick to grab hold of and draw into itself, milking the thing until the male it had captured spurted again and again and again until the unfortunate male was drained bone dry.

The Queen glanced back at her, then pulled back slightly from her tending.

“It has been two and a half years goddess, there are certain ... unique muscles of our species that clench down hard when in heat, a powerful kegeling, massive internal contractions that happen over and over without pause, even when we sleep our insides flex down hard then release, flex down hard, then release, an intense muscular exercise, done non-stop, every hour of every day, for over two entire years ... it has led to a certain part of our bodies being ... an order of magnitude more developed than any other part of our bodies.”

She flexed open her pussy as if to demonstrate, her walls rippling outward then stopping and sent flowing back the other way, her cervix drawn toward her entrance, opening and closing, grabbing ravenously at the air. The Queen relaxed and her cervix retreated, pussy slowly closed returning to as it had been.

“Of course that does not come without its dangers, I had to ban oral sex under royal decree after a number of my subjects had their tongues accidentally crushed. Sadly this only rendered our heats that much more potent and troublesome. For many months sleep was all but impossible as we would be left writhing and groaning in our blankets, unsated.”

“Th-that sounds frightful to deal with. I’m sorry to hear that you had to suffer for so long, it’s not right.”

The Queen paused and looked back at Fey, her eyes carefully reading her expression. After a moment her cheeks went a little pink and she looked like she had been touched on a certain level.

“You really do believe that, don’t you. You don’t care that we are monsters?”

“As long as you are nice monsters...”

“Hmph, well, I don’t know about that ... but I appreciate that you have such considerations...”

She turned back to Fey and studied the tip of her dick. Satisfied that she had sufficiently slathered it in saliva and wetted it slick she crawled around until she was facing Fey and had her rear hovering over Fey’s rigid length, the thing straining and bucking at the air, clearly aware that it was near to being ensleeved in a Queenly pussy.

Without preamble, the Queen leaned backwards and the broad hard tip met the soft inviting folds of her cooch, lips already opening, grasping at the crown.

The Queen’s eyelids fluttered as their hot flesh made contact, an open shiver running from her head down to the tip of her tail.

“G-gods, uh, g-goddess, I suddenly feel so sensitive, it’s like my body knows that my heat can end at last!”

Fey bit her lip and wondered if she should explain that it was actually her that was causing the Queen’s sensitivity to massively increase.