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Qhala gazed somberly at the moon, just like it gazed down on her and the mount she straddled. The pallid glow did little to flatter her exotic form, yet she nevertheless flourished under the moonlight. Night was when desires came to life best, and the romantic light of the moon was a perfect complement to what she had in mind.

The lovely reptile Qhala was at the tail end of a great journey, but one for another tale. All companions she had gained along the treacherous road had gone their separate ways save one, and it was he whom had been with her from the very beginning. It was none other than the powerful stallion carrying the weight of her body and all her items. Through harrowing danger and with not a single complaint, the mighty horse was a truly loyal companion; and for that, Qhala intended to thank him. Even a dumb beast was deserving of gratitude.

Their present path was one of unbroken prairie full of tall grass which softly swayed and tickled the stallion's underbelly and other things in that area. Qhala was affected too, finding her bare feet tickled in the stirrups. Even such innocent stimulation titillated her. She drew her tongue along her smooth lips and pulled tighter the flaps of her robe. A sea of trees loomed on the horizon, home not far past it. Qhala sought the sanctity and privacy of the woods, and she smiled at the outrageous thought of rewarding her steed.

The larger the woods loomed, the more antsy Qhala became, soon to the point that she was unable to control her grin. She often caressed the stallion's mane which, though long, was far from unkempt. She dug her fingers into his fur to scratch his skin, indeed stroking him as though he were a large dog. He nickered approvingly, but his walk remained steady.

At last they passed through the thin edge of the woods and the trees grew steadily thicker all around. The moon's light cast sharply cut shadows through the foliage. Qhala's exposed hide, black where it was not adorned with eye-catching markings, became largely invisible in the darkness.

"Here. Over here, boy," Qhala firmly said, giving the reigns a tug. The stallion snuffled and came to a halt, then began eyeing his surroundings boredly. He was distracted when Qhala dismounted and grabbed his colossal snout in her hands. "You're such a pretty boy," she cooed, giving the side of his head a peck. "And now that it's just you and I," the reptile chuckled with her tail swishing in lascivious delight, "I can show you just how much I appreciate your company." The horse stared at her, exhibiting no particular care one way or the other.

Qhala walked alongside his broad body, dragging a hand down his flank and leaving ruts in his tawny coat. She looked ahead to his rear-end, the vicinity of which she intended to deliver most of her gratitude, but first things first, she required nudity. Qhala wanted her mount as nude as she would soon be, so she unclasped the saddle, pulled off the bags, and came back around to free the bit from his jaws. All of this she set into the grass, leaving his great body bare.

"There we are," Qhala murmured as she opened her robe. It was long and ragged, its black fabric dusty from her travels and unwashed. She happily cast it off with the horse's gear and thus made herself nude. To nobody's benefit but her own, the lizard stretched her legs and arms, then her back, pouting out her full breasts. At the apex of her unwinding, the hood along the back of her head and neck flared like that of a cobra, and she sighed in relaxation.

"And now, my loyal steed," chuckled Qhala, walking down his flank again, this time digging into his coat with the fingers on both hands, "I shall show you gratification like I think you've not known before."

The lizard reached the curve of the stallion's rear and slid her leading hand around the end of his body. She thought, ever so briefly, of the puckered flesh waiting beneath the mount's long, black tail. She could have shown gratitude to the horse in so many ways, but her mind was already made up. The scent of sweat and musk hung heavily on the stout beast and what she sought most upon smelling his body was that which made him male. She found his scrotum with her soft hand, and she grinned once more.

Under Qhala's feminine fingers, the stallion's balls were incredibly dense. Their dimensions and weight made her tail swish and her mind race. Along her dark body was a hue of purple and pink, and this shade grew noticeably brighter as she fondled the horse. "My goodness," tutted Qhala, palming the stallion's ballbag without laying eyes on it, "but these are just so full. To think you've been such a consummate professional with this need for release! What a truly fine horse you are." The stallion nickered. Qhala took it to be a modest sound.

Wetness grew between Qhala's shapely thighs. She shivered and slipped boldly around to the horse's backside, then pulled aside his tail. There was the fat ring of his anus, a tempting sight, but down past a smooth taint waited the beast's balls. Seen from behind, she could easily pick out the distinct curves of the overfull glands within, and she traced them with the tip of a claw.

Qhala gave his pucker one more look and thought ruefully, perhaps another time, yet she put her nose perilously close to its musky rim only to nibble her way down his taint. When she reached the back of his sack, she inelegantly slopped her tongue out and lapped across the flesh. This first taste of the horse's masculinity left Qhala shivering. Her perfect body became more pink, glowing slightly in the darkness.

Though the overwhelming size of the stallion's balls precluded sucking even one of them in her mouth, Qhala gave it a try. She slurped underneath the scrotum and pulled it into her maw. Only a pitiful portion of the sack and its precious contents fit but she suckled eagerly on what she could, and then she let it fall. Emitting a whore moan and stroking the horse's boredly still legs, Qhala slobbered and smooched with impunity on the horse's balls and the run of his taint.

His body reeked of musk and sweat to offensive degrees, but Qhala found the stink mildly intoxicating when coupled with the flavor of his erogenous zones. She slid a hand down her body and tweaked the hood of her clit. A shudder passed through her body, causing her hood to momentarily flare, and she nibbled her mount's dully throbbing ballbag.

In spite of the gusto with which Qhala tongued her stallion, his scent remained a source of ambivalence to her. She stewed on how the smell of his musk made her feel at the same time as she detailed him, and though she couldn't tell herself for sure that she liked his smell, her body reacted with a steadily rising glow.

The reptilian beauty dropped and put her knees in the grass, then nosed under the dangling mass of his balls. Sweat beaded along their bottom curves and Qhala ended up wearing it on her snout. She quietly moaned and her tail swished, coming around to coil about one of the horse's rear legs which shifted in mild surprise.

"Beautiful stud," Qhala crooned, reaching up to the stallion's belly, though she quickly drew her hands closer and ultimately clutched the animal's sheath. It came as a shock to the reptile that the horse was hitherto unaroused by her actions, and only her direct touch upon his sheath and dormant cockhead spurred the meat to life. Still, Qhala fondled that growing, mottled cock and paid special attention to its flared head. She bent the pliable shaft to keep the flare in easy reach and touched it often, with no small amount of reverence.

Smiling and radiating to the point of a full-body blush, Qhala scooted forward and let the stud's balls drag across her smooth head. She twisted around beneath the beast and gripped his cock, which was still growing. In the darkness, Qhala could indistinctly see the dramatic shape and size of the flare. Foreshadowing the things to come, she pushed her lips against the flare and smooched it, purposefully producing an obnoxious, wet smack. Pre from the piss slit oozed between her lips and she crooned, for now she not only smelled the stallion's potent musk, but tasted it too.

"Mmh," the lizard whined. "Is this still a reward for you, or has it become one for me now?" As if tangled in the conundrum, she nuzzled firmly into the flare and allowed it to drool on her blushing form. "Ah," she laughed a moment into her contemplation, "it makes no difference." And with that, she clutched the meat behind its head and wrapped her lips around it. It was quite a stretch for her delicate maw, but the horse cock was malleable and Qhala herself was determined to show the utmost gratitude. She closed her eyes and chose not to mind how she had begun to drool. Showing gratitude could be a messy endeavor.

Pre ran out of the stallion's member in obscene amounts. It caked Qhala's serpentine tongue and pooled beneath it. Most she swallowed, but some she lost as it mixed with her drool and dribbled piggishly down her chin. It was the former case which was more important, for as the slippery fluid ran down her throat, its scent wafted back up. The reptilian beauty therefore smelled the horse's masculinity both in her inhalations and her gulps; and the more she smelled him, the more pleasurable she found his stink.

The lovely Qhala popped her lips off of the horse's cockhead and drew a sharp breath, but she pushed them back against the damp and drooling flesh again very quickly for a shallow kiss. "Ah, my god," she puffed, her long tail lashing and body aglow. "I've never smelled anyone quite so--, so strong as you," said the reptile, running her hands up the horse's hind legs and clutching his sack at both sides. Still its flesh throbbed slowly, as if in boredom, but it had grown noticeably more taut. Qhala fancied herself able to feel the jizz swimming in his balls, and the notion of drawing it out steeled her resolve.

"I will show you pleasure like nothing else, you magnificent animal," moaned Qhala, and then she parted her jaws wide. Down she went on the stallion's aching, still hardening cock, and this time she packed more of it in than she had on her first attempt. It was a thrill for the whore to gulp down so much cock reeking of such foul musk. Although her tongue was depressed to the point of uselessness by that cock's bulk, she savored the flavor and closed her eyes, showing romantic bliss. She left one hand on his sweaty sack with which to fondle and tease, but she reached lower with the other and self-indulgently packed three fingers into her sopping wet muff.

As Qhala gulped and sucked, the stallion's endowment continued to fill out. Feeling the ravages of pleasure, the beast snorted and kicked the earth, ripping a plug of grass out of the dirt. It was no deterrent to Qhala whom knew it was her work which had the handsome horse so agitated in the first place. She started bobbing her head, pushing far enough down that the tip of the stallion's still-growing shaft rubbed the back of her throat. It seemed like an impossible fit, and in fact her jaws were spread so wide that she was verging on pain. Saliva laced with precum (or was it the other way around?) ran down her chin and neck, covering her thick boobs like a candy glaze.

Letting loose a brutish snort, the stallion bucked forward and slammed his flare against the opening to the lizard's throat. Penetration was woefully unachieved, but Qhala still popped her eyes open wide. Tears welled in them and she caught herself frantically pawing at the horse's thighs as if to dissuade him; but when the horse snuffled and pounded in again and the beastly lump of the flare punched open her throat, Qhala let it happen with good grace save for a gag.

What began as pain changed slowly to whorish pleasure as her throat acclimated to the great bulk. She stroked the remainder of the shaft with her sticky fingers, sliding them down, then up, and down again before feeling along the beast's ballbag, which she found was her favorite part of the animal. The curves of his scrotum brought her a strange comfort as she stroked them, and once again, she reached down and began to pleasure herself. Her cunt was more damp than ever before.

The stallion nickered and gave another thrust, driving its meat deeper into the reptile's throat. Qhala merely held her ground, choosing to let the animal hammer it into her. The tears streaked down her cheeks in an involuntary show of discomfort but her body was alight with pinkish hue, and though the sound was hard to hear for her suckling and the chirping ambiance of the forest, her cunt made some distinct sounds of its own as she drilled it with her long fingers. That her tail curled about one of the horse's forelegs and her toes curled was no coincidence.

But though Qhala was nearing her orgasm, the horse's load was a ways off. It pushed forth once more, and Qhala suckled and gulped with all the strength she could manage. She took her worshipful hand away from the stud's nuts to curiously rub her own neck which by then was swollen from the stallion's shaft. Each time she swallowed, she was stunned to feel the tightness of her own hide. She could count the throbs of the stallion's cock through her own neck, and that realization saw her dig more roughly into her muff. The pink glow of her body could burn no hotter.

Abruptly and with a muffled whore moan around the horse's penis, Qhala squirted. It was a mind-bending orgasm to begin with, but she found it enhanced by the scent of the beast and her budding, soon to be slavish devotion to his pleasure. Unlike most orgasms, Qhala's release did nothing to harm her work ethic. The bliss of a well-earned climax and the warmth of afterglow made her all the more eager to please, in fact, and when the animal bucked forward again, Qhala grabbed his sheath in one hand and his balls in the other. With drool running gracelessly down her body, she choked down what little remained of the shaft and let her tail freely swish.

Qhala thrust her nose into the stallion's sheath, and her great mount snuffled in what was obviously pleasure. He kicked the ground and whipped his tail but could do nothing more to the reptile. Fortunately for him, Qhala had a few ideas of her own. Slowly she pulled back a few inches, then pushed her short snout forth until her nostrils again hit his sheath. She fucked her own face like so, bobbing again and again, letting her slick esophageal muscles grip and please the mottled flesh of the horse's cock.

Of course, lovely Qhala's ministrations were not limited to her maw. She fondled his sack eagerly, adding her other hand to its bulk before long. The throb of the flesh had become noticeably more urgent, and to know that her slobbery work had the horse's heart racing filled her with satisfaction.

In spite of her recent orgasm, Qhala was affected by the growing strength of the stallion's musk; and the fact that she was repeatedly shoving her nose into his sheath wasn't helping matters. What had been a powerful scent to begin with was becoming unbearably potent as the pleasure ran high for the horse, and Qhala craved more and more of the masculine stink as her duties went on.

Still gulping and groping, the reptile pushed herself as far as she could to suck down every inch of that magnificent cock. The pre which he dribbled down her throat helped to ease the raw pain of the fuck, but Qhala had barely noticed the discomfort in the first place. It was hardly a stretch to say she was getting drunk on the animal's musk.

Keeping her nostrils flush to the snuffling and panting horse's sheath, Qhala caressed the back of his sack and reached up along his taint. In the inarticulacy which came with not being able to see where she touched, she caressed the clenched rim of his anus which evidently was quite an erogenous zone for the horse, for he was spurred to buck forth in spite of being already buried balls-deep in the girl's maw. It was hardly a detriment to her work, for she moved with his hips.

Qhala dragged her hands down his balls, shuddering as their shapes filled out her greedy palms. And again she reached up, stroking the horse's taint, stopping just short of the creature's anus this time. That she stopped short of it was not from moderation or wiseness, but mere chance. Qhala didn't particularly care what part of the horse she touched, just that she was touching him at all, and it was his musky smell which most enthralled her.

Briskly, considering the scale of what she worked with, Qhala pulled away from the horse's sheath, all the way back until she felt the bulge of the flare on the back of her throat. As she popped it loose and into her maw, she gagged and the tears flowed again, yet she stifled herself from a coughing fit. Freed of her maw, the stallion's shaft throbbed violently in the air, spitting its pre both on her neck and her soft, round breasts.

"Good god," she rasped, her tone one of utter reverence, "but your scent grows on me. At this rate, I fear I'll have my nose under your tail before the night is through." The horse nickered what Qhala felt was soft-spoken approval at the notion.

Softly to the point of being imperceptible, Qhala's muff throbbed. In one hand she grasped the horse's shaft behind the flare and guided it against her dirty lips; and in the other hand she clutched herself, squeezing her mound instead of penetrating its honey-soaked lips. The reptilian bimbo drank down the steady gushes of equine precum, but she just as often indulged in letting it smear down her chin and neck where so much of it had gone already.

With a bit more of her voice available to her, Qhala cooed, "You wonderful animal. Let me have these precious things!" As she emphasized, she put both sticky mitts on the stallion's balls and scooted forward in the grass, caring not that the beast's meat dribbled on the back of her head, across her hood and down her spine. She bumped her tender nose into the hide of the horse's scrotum and savored all its aspects with a wistful moan. From its heavy scent, to the tightness of the flesh, to the delectable sweat which clung to it, Qhala was enamored by the perfection of the animal's sack.

Once more and with much greater emphasis than her first time with the horse's ballbag, Qhala slopped her tongue out and slurped along the musk-infused hide. His sweat, which was so rich with that precious musk, similarly had a potent flavor which the reptile cooed upon tasting. Letting her long tongue hang, she cupped the beast's nuts and pushed them gently upward, making slack in the scrotum. This she wrapped her lips around and began to suck upon, often switching spots so as to not make a hickey in the creature's flesh.

The more Qhala sucked, the greater the throbbing of the glands inside of it became. She absently counted their pulsations, restarting when lurid distraction made her lose count. Her needful box, still throbbing, began to produce its wetness again. Lingering in the miasma of the stallion's musk was making her feel ready to breed.

Though the beautiful whore had begun to think of the best way to get herself and her equine companion off in one fell swoop, her attention to the animal's scrotum was not yet done. She let it dangle again, then put her tongue neatly between the productive glands within. It was along that seam of the sack that she licked, teasing the sensitive nerve in it and thus causing the beast to snort and buck against her face. Qhala scarcely minded when the horse's fat, sweaty ballsack smacked her short muzzle.

Qhala wasn't one to let a good thing go to waste. With her desperate fingers trembling, she grabbed the back of the horse's full ballbag and pulled it closer still, intentionally smothering herself with its sweat-damp skin. It conformed to the lovely shape of her snout and further dirtied her hide with the stink of musk.

With her nose crushed into the horse's sack and the glands of his testicles throbbing against her cheeks, Qhala drew in a strained breath and quivered throughout her body. Such a tainted, if throttled air supply took her arousal to a new peak, and indeed, she felt as if she hadn't squirted at all.

Even when she freed herself from the horse's loins, Qhala stayed light-headed for a few seconds more. It was in those moments that she, while letting the horse's penis drool its pre on her, caressed his belly down into his loins. Her touches on his ballsack became fleeting ones, and her desire seemed to be only to feel the strength of the animal. But as her center returned, she became quite interested in her own lurid pleasures again.

On the trail, Qhala had met many other travelers. Some were women, and of those women were more than a few whom appreciated equines as she did. From their lips during evenings of shared firelight and food, Qhala had heard of belly riding. The name alone sounded taboo and rotten - just like the kind of activities Qhala enjoyed.

The time it took to put the beast's saddle back on did nothing to diminish the reptile's lust, and she dutifully kept her stallion fluffed with frequent rubs either by hand or foot as she tied the saddle on. "You'll love this as much as I will, my handsome steed," cooed Qhala, pulling the strap snug. She sauntered around to his front, and her softly aglow body caught his eyes. When she smooched his nose, he nickered and nuzzled her.

Qhala patted the beast's head then walked down the other side of his body for no reason except a whim. She grabbed hold of one of the front set of stirrups, then the other, and considered her next move. "This would be easier with a friend," she tutted, but then, Qhala considered herself resourceful, especially when such pleasure was at stake.

Putting her athleticism to great use, Qhala threw up a fine leg and hooked her bare foot into one of the rear stirrups. With a little effort, she hooked the other foot, and she used her new leeway to free a hand and grab the beast's patiently waiting meat which bumped the perfect curves of her rear and thighs at idle.

"Ah, he-e-ere we are," Qhala murmured, speaking encouragement to herself. She guided the beast's member to the folds of her cunt, and though the flare was terrifically oversized for her muff, so had it been for her throat. Bending her legs to pull herself closer and pulling the horse's cock with her hand, Qhala worked the malleable flare into her snatch. That was when things took an unscripted turn.

Just as soon as he felt the lizard's snug pink walls about the flare of his cock, the horse snorted and bucked forward, following his instincts. Although Qhala moved with him somewhat, there was ample slack in this arrangement with which he was able to bury a large portion his cock. Qhala yowled in shock, finding the sudden stretch of her cunt painful but the beast's use of her thrilling. She nosed his sweaty, dense breast and sucked his masculine scent deep into her lungs.

Snorting and huffing, the stallion made a steady habit of bucking, though the thrusts were anything but predictable. It mattered not, and in fact the chaos bolstered Qhala's enjoyment. She clung to the stirrups for dear life, making her knuckles turn white. The stallion's sloppy pounding was quite unlike anything she'd ever known before.

"Oh--! Ooh, my gawd!" Qhala bleated over the blasting snorts of the beast. His enormous cock plundered her; the flared head punched her cervix and formed an unmistakable bulge in her slender belly. She chanced taking one hand out of its stirrup and rubbed the bulge where it appeared. Though feeling the beast's endowment through her hide wasn't an entirely new sensation, being able to look down and see it happening was a novelty in itself.

Wet, nasty noises cut through the air as Qhala's equine friend reamed her deep and hard. He never ceased being so stupidly inefficient, but that, Qhala surmised, came with the territory for a bellyrider. The building pleasure was so sweet that she hardly minded the sloppy means with which she received it, and knowing that the animal was so desperately horny for her was exciting.

Again Qhala gripped the stirrups, and she started pulling herself into the beast's bucks with her feet. "Mmh, yes, fuck me, my dear mount!" she squealed, rolling back her green eyes. The glow on her body was like neon and her sticky breasts bounced with the wild rhythm of the lay. Her four-legged lover snorted ruthlessly. Qhala ecstatically replied: "Yes! I'm all yours to breed!"

It wasn't hyperbole. She was so intoxicated by the stallion's scent and so delighted by the power driving his hips that she full well considered herself beneath him in more ways than one. She clenched her wallowed-out muff around him needlessly, all for the sake of offering pleasure to the animal. She pulled herself toward his cock and balls with her legs, even though the stallion's method was working quite well without her assistance. If Qhala could make herself even a bit more convenient to fuck, her life was fulfilled. Not even the vital quest she had just finished seemed to matter anymore. Only the stallion's climax was important.

Evidently the stallion found a groove, for he began to bottom out in Qhala, stretching her vaginal passage beyond what the reptilian beauty had ever imagined possible. His precum oozed into her and he spread it with the head of his flare, which in turn forced out the excess. It dribbled out of Qhala, down her taint and over the pucker of her snug anus, making it wink and gleam.

The stallion's taut balls smacked Qhala's round rear, giving her a mild spanking at the apex of his more successful thrusts. Knowing that the big, fat nuts she'd spent so much of her time loving on were getting in on the finale brought closure to the scene for Qhala whom shuddered audibly. Using her tail, inarticulate though it was, she tickled the beast's swaying ballbag.

Coming next from the beast was a vicious snort, and he drilled his loins in so hard that he plugged the glowing whore spectacularly, making her shriek in painful pleasure. At last came what Qhala had been working toward all this time: the stallion's climax. The sheer amount of cum which her equine companion had to offer was stunning even to Qhala's perverse mind. It gushed from the dumb animal in fat ropes, flooding her womb with immensely satisfying semen. It filled her so hard and so fast that her once-pert belly bulged with what looked to be a baby bump.

As the stallion squirted, he dug a rut into the earth with one hoof and stomped with another. He snuffled and snorted, braying and even rearing up with a whinny, and Qhala clung helplessly to the stirrups through it all, dutifully accepting her mount's seed.

Of course, Qhala took her horse's load with much pleasure of her own, and as the seal of the flare broke and she leaked his spent ejaculate, she was overtaken by an orgasm for the second time that evening. Writhing and panting with curling toes and a lashing tail, Qhala squirted powerfully - but her release was barely a drop in the bucket, completely unnoticeable when mingled with the stallion's gushing cum.

When afterglow took over Qhala and made her weak, she let one trembling leg fall from the stirrup, then the other, and was delighted to find that the horse's cock suspended her lower half. Biting her full lower lip in a gesture of concentration, she bent her legs and massaged the stallion's pulsing ballbag with her feet. "All of it," she firmly said. "I want all of that nasty mess, you handsome beast." The horse rumbled warmly.

By then the gush of semen had given over to a drool, and before much longer, even that ceased. Qhala found the animal's sack considerably lighter in her toes, and she let her legs hang until the meat she was impaled upon began to fall slack. As it did, she touched her feet down on the muddied earth and awkwardly unhanded the stirrups.

As testament to her deeds, Qhala walked with an awkward, wide stance. Her cunt dribbled stallion semen down her thighs, its gaped opening unable to retain anything at all, but she presented the stretch like a badge of honor. She hobbled to the horse's front and wrapped her arms about his neck. He nickered and nuzzled her head, and Qhala responded with a fond smooch on his snout.

"Such a good mount. You've treated me well. Now I've returned the favor," said Qhala, speaking sweetly, making it clear what a labor of love her actions were.

Quite slowly given her condition, the reptile limped alongside the horse's body, petting his flank along the way. She stepped around to his rear, pulled aside his tail, and gazed briefly at the pucker of his anus. She traced around its rim with a fingertip, then slid both hands down, ultimately cupping the beast's balls again. "Much lighter," she confirmed with a chuckle while easing down onto her knees.

With hands on the beast's thighs, Qhala began kissing and licking her mount's heavy scrotum, greedily consuming the coat of sweat it bore. Her eyes kept wandering up to the horse's puffy anus, and she ruefully said, "Curiosity is about to get the better of me, my dear steed."