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In the far northern reaches of the Great Forest of Tob laid a lake, about twenty kilometres across. Appropriately enough, it was called Great Lake. On the lake's southern banks, a group of lizardmen known as the Red Eye tribe had made a home for themselves on a network of docks and huts built in the shallowest parts of the river.

Their existence wasn't always easy. They'd faced issues from neighbouring tribes, resource shortfall, and attacks from the creatures that desired either their territory or the lizards themselves as food. On one occasion, they'd even been threatened by their own tribe, owing to a chieftain that'd taken actions that were only spoken in hushed tones between trusted friends.

Still, despite all these things, they'd persevered. The Red Eye had managed to eke out an existence for themselves, maintaining a neutrality in tribal conflicts that the other groups of lizardmen seemed to respect, granting them some degree of safety and peace.

Such a peace wouldn't last. A delegate from the neighbouring Green Claw tribe had arrived minutes ago, seeking an audience with their leader. Negotiations were underway.

---

Zaryusu sat cross-legged before the Red Eye's leader, a svelte, albino lizardman woman by the name of Crusch Lulu. "Let me ask you again. Which policy will the Red Eye adopt?"

"After our discussion yesterday, we have decided on evacuation," Crusch replied.

"And do you, acting chief Crusch Lulu, still feel the same?"

Crusch stared at him, dipping her head slightly, but gave no response. The lizardman had just assured her that if her tribe dared pursue such a course of action that they'd be killed by the score, ensuring their inability to establish a strong foothold in whatever land they managed to flee to. A backup plan, to ensure the availability of such lands for his own people should they lose in the coming battle.

Her options were to throw her people's lives away in a hopeless battle against an overwhelmingly superior force or have them slaughtered in a preemptive measure by another tribe. Whatever choice she made would decide the lives of dozens, hundreds.

"It is for you to decide," Zaryusu continued, a reassuring tone in his voice. A show of kindness and solidarity, even as he was metaphorically twisting her arm.

"In that case, I will ask you something as the acting chief. How many do you plan on letting escape as refugees?"

Zaryusu paused, took a deep breath through his nose, then spoke. "Ten from the warrior class, twelve hunters, three priests, seventy males, a hundred females, and a number of children."

"And other than them?"

"If the situation calls for it, they will die." Zaryusu's words were quiet, spoken with solemnity. Crusch turned her head, looking off at the side of the hut. Seconds passed, neither of them saying a word.

"I see," Crusch muttered, breaking the silence.

"Then tell me your decision, acting chief Crusch Lulu."

Crusch's answer did not come immediately. She continued to sit there, staring at the wall, refusing to meet his gaze. Her mind was buzzing with ideas, strategies, potential courses of action. Yet despite all her desire for some third course of action that would spare both of them, or at least spare her tribe's lives, she came to the same conclusion every way she approached the issue. Anything but full acceptance of his terms would lead to him going back to his lands, returning shortly with a full complement of men behind him.

But in spite all the mental anguish Zaryusu had thrust upon her, the lizardman just sat there, waiting for her response patiently like he'd done no more than ask her the weather.

"There's one thing I'd like to make clear. We are not going to war to sacrifice lives, but to win. I have perhaps said some things which have unsettled you, but our intent is purely to obtain victory, make no mistake."

Crusch nodded slowly. Despite the harsh terms he'd laid out, Zaryusu clearly held no disdain or bitterness in his heart. She could hear the genuine kindness in his words. So, before she could bring herself to doubt herself, Crusch spoke.

"In that case, we of the Red Eye will fight alongside you, to ensure the continued survival of both of our tribes."

She lowered herself to the ground in a bow, and Zaryusu was quick to follow, their heads inches apart as they prostrated themselves before each other.

"You have my gratitude," he whispered.

---

Early in the morning, Zaryusu was stood outside the village gates in front of his pet hydra, Rororo, stretching and letting out a loud yawn. A full day had already come and gone since his initial meeting with Crusch, one that was filled almost end to end with all manner of talking, debating, and conversing. Even with her authority as leader, Crusch still had to inform the rest of the tribe of her decisions, and that meant a conference. Since Zaryusu was a delegate of his tribe with a great deal of importance in the matter, he'd been dragged along for the ride.

Another yawn arrived right on the heels of the last. Had they not been under a rather strict time limit, he was sure that discussions would've gone on well into the afternoon. Thankfully, as they had to visit another tribe by tomorrow, things had been brought to an end shortly after midnight.

One of Rororo's heads turned to look at him and blinked, sharing none of his drowsiness. The beast had been able to get a full night's sleep, not having to worry itself about anything as tiresome as a conference. Zaryusu was more than a little jealous.

"Good morning," sounded a female voice from behind Zaryusu, one that he recognized. He turned around just inside to see the gates swing apart, revealing...

A large, bipedal bush, with two white legs sticking out of its bottom and two arms out of its sides. Two red pinpricks could be seen from inside, hints of eyes from a face hidden by shadow. Behind it, a long, white tail slowly waved through the air, one that could belong to none other than Crusch Lulu. Zaryusu could see strips of cloth underneath, with long clumps of grass sewn onto them at regular intervals. Some sort of disguise?

If that was the case, it was certainly working on Rororo. The hydra let out a low hiss at her appearance, heads rearing back in apprehension.

Zaryusu blinked in surprise, but recovered himself quickly, speaking evenly like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Uh, good morning. It seems like you brought the tribe around without any issue."

That much was obvious. All it took was a casual glance through the gates to see the dozens of lizardmen dashing around the docks, bloodthirsty and eager for a good fight. None of that aggression was wasted on each other, though. All of them were saving their anger for their now common enemy.

"I'm grateful that you took part in the discussions until so late last night. Those who will fight should be able to leave within the day. Those who are evacuating, as well. Zaryusu, what will you do now?"

"I plan to head over to the Dragon Tusk tribe. Although, I do have a question..." Zaryusu paused, gesturing towards her with one hand. "What's with the outfit?"

Crusch reached up and pulled aside the foliage obscuring her face, allowing the sun to shine in and reveal the smile playing across her snout. "Doesn't it look good on me?"

"Would you like me to say it looks good on you?"

Crusch let out a giggle before letting go of the bush, allowing its leaves to fall back into place and plunge her face into shadow once more. "Don't be silly. It's to protect me from the light of the sun when we're out and about."

We? That caught Zaryusu off-guard. With the slightest hint of surprise in his voice, he said, "You're planning to come with me?"

"The Dragon Tusk have the greatest force of arms of all the tribes, right?"

"Yeah. But since we have no dealings with them, we're not well informed."

"Then it's best that I go with you."

Zaryusu stared at her for a moment. Even without being able to read her face, the tone of her voice made it clear that this was less a request to accompany him and more a statement of fact. "It will be dangerous."

"Is there anywhere right now that isn't dangerous?"

Zaryusu let out a slight grunt, one that transformed into a chuckle. "I'm not thinking rationally, am I? Alright. I'll avail myself of your help, Crusch."

"Very well, Zaryusu. You can count on me."

---

Riding on the back of Rororo, the pair of lizards moved westward along the coast of the Great Lake towards the lands of the Dragon Tusk tribe just ahead. Zaryusu sat right above its shoulders, guiding the hydra forward to ensure he didn't go off course. Crusch sat behind him, arms tightly wrapped around the lizardman's chest.

They continued like that for some time, exchanging words occasionally, but mostly riding in silence. They enjoyed each other's company, to be sure, but both of them were still filled with nervous anticipation of what was to come. Neither of them knew for sure how the Dragon Tusks were going to react to their arrival, though both had their own ideas, swirling around in their minds as Rororo stomped across the marshy ground below.

The journey was long. They'd departed early in the morning as soon as it was bright enough for them to see, but noon seemed to arrive sharp on its heels. That faded into afternoon as the sun worked its way across the sky, and now everything was being bathed in a warm orange glow as it set below the horizon.

"We'll have to stop soon," Zaryusu said, stroking one of his hydra's necks idly. "Need to feed Rororo while there's still a bit of light out."

Crusch let out a hum of acknowledgement. Zaryusu tapped on the side of one of the hydra's necks, signalling it to stop. It did so, slowing to a halt before lowering itself down and allowing the two lizards to hop off of its back and onto the ground.

"That spot looks dry," Crusch said, gesturing to a slightly elevated patch of grass lying just across from the riverbank. Whereas everything else was a muddy morass that served as a shining example of why this area was called the wetlands, this small square of grass seemed almost pristine, the blades shining with only the slightest misting of water.

Neither of them bothered to comment on their good luck. The journey hadn't been gruelling physically, but anxiety at what awaited them at the end of their travels had been gnawing away at both of them, even if neither of them would say it openly. It had left them both feeling worn a little thin. Zaryusu dug into a bag strapped to one of Rororo's thighs, retrieving two leather tents, folded for easy storage.

"Off you go," Zaryusu said, giving a friendly slap to the hydra's side. The enormous beast lumbered off towards the water, stomping off into the shallows while his heads roamed over the surface, hunting for his newest meal.

"I'll get some wood for a fire," Crusch said, watching Zaryusu while he started to drive stakes into the ground for the tents. He glanced back at her, nodded, then returned to hammering the wooden spike clutched in his fist. The albino lizard turned and started walking off towards the woods, intent on helping as much as she was able.

An hour and a half later, the two lizards found themselves sat beside each other in front of a small campfire, enjoying the heat of the flames. Rororo had laid down to sleep shortly after they'd finished making camp, and his soft, rumbling breaths made for surprisingly pleasant background noise. For a few minutes, they just sat there listening to it, shoulders touching while they stared into the crackling blaze.

"Zaryusu," Crusch said, breaking the comfortable silence they'd settled into.

"Mm?" Zaryusu replied, turning his head slightly to face her.

"When you asked me to marry you..." Crusch trailed off, leaving the rest of her sentence unspoken.

"I meant all of it," Zaryusu said after a slight pause. Crusch looked at him without saying a thing, and he stared into her eyes as he continued. "If I'm alive after this conflict's finished, I fully intend to marry you."

Whether out of embarrassment or something else, Crusch didn't reply, just broke eye contact and looked back into the fire. That cozy silence from before was gone, replaced with one that was more tense, but not necessarily unpleasant. There was something in the air that Crusch couldn't quite define. A feeling of potential.

Crusch looked up from the fire up towards the water. A reflection of the moon shone upon it, rippling with the movement of the lake. She focused on it, on how all the slight little imperfections of the water's surface affected the image. It was easier than daring to examine the feelings that had emerged in her.

Zaryusu spoke no more. He'd said all that needed to be said, everything else was a matter of time.

---

The ground shook with the steady pounding of Rororo's feet, heavy stomps that alerted every living being in the area of the hydra's presence, and probably a few of the more dead ones. When they were moving along the coastline and through the forest, that lack of subtlety served them well, keeping away any of the more hostile wildlife that might otherwise feel inclined to impede their journey.

Now, though, there was no danger of such a thing happening. They had just passed into the territory of the Dragon Tusk tribe, and the wildlife knew more than well enough to stay away from such civilized areas. Yet the two lizards riding atop their hydra showed no intent to stop, instead continuing to make their way further into the lands of the neighbouring tribe. From their high perch on Rororo's back, they could see the roofs of buildings through the leaves of the trees. The Dragon Tusk village was just ahead, and there was no doubt that they were aware of their presence.

"You're just going to charge right inside?" Crusch asked. "Are you trying to start a fight?"

"The opposite. The Dragon Tusk tribe place great value in strength. If we were to part from Rororo and enter on foot, they would pick a fight with us before we could even meet with the chief. Better to stay mounted."

Concerns only mildly abated, Crusch gave an uncertain hum of acknowledgement and settled back into place on Rororo's back, trying her best to relax. Although he was putting up a cool exterior, she suspected that Zaryusu was just as anxious as she was.

By the time Rororo pushed his way through the treeline and arrived in the village proper, every man capable of holding a weapon had formed a line to intercept their arrival, all armed and wary. Zaryusu didn't even blink at the sight; he'd been fully expecting such a welcome. Guiding Rororo to a stop a few yards from the group of warriors, Zaryusu jumped down from his mount and turned to face them, Crusch hopping down alongside him.

"I am Zaryusu Shasha. I am here on behalf of the Green Claw tribe. I wish to speak with your chief."

"I am acting chief of the Red Eye tribe, Crusch Lulu. I, too, am here to meet with your chief."

The group of lizardmen seemed like they were ready to attack them right then and there, but before they could charge forward, something made them hesitate. Heavy footfalls approaching from behind the line that made all of them turn their heads, then step back to respectfully allow whoever was approaching passage. As the crowd parted, Zaryusu and Crusch could finally see who it was.

A green, scarred lizardman that stood a foot higher than the rest of the Dragon Tusk, even with his particularly hunched posture. More catching than his height, though, were his arms: his right arm was nearly twice as muscular as his left, giving him an almost fiddler crab-like appearance. At the end of that arm, his hand was gripped around a halberd even taller than he was, though he made no move to use it just yet. Branded on his chest was a rather crude red marking in the shape of a snake, undoubtedly a traveller insignia.

"I'm glad you came, possessor of Frost Pain." The lizardman's gaze shifted over Zaryusu's shoulder, staring back at Crusch. "And what might you be, some kind of plant monster?"

Crusch pulled aside the leaves of her outfit, revealing her face. "No, I'm not!"

"Oh, please, don't take my joke so seriously." He raised a hand to wave away her concern, revealing two missing fingers. Clearly, he was no stranger to battle. "I am the Dragon Tusk chief, Zenberu Gugu. You can call me Zenberu."

"You are free to call me Zaryusu. Now--"

"I can already guess what you're going to say. However, we only trust those who are strong." Zenberu brought his halberd around in two massive swings. An impressive feat, given he was holding it in one hand, even though its size was such that any ordinary lizardman would need both arms just to lift it. After the short showcase of his abilities, he shifted into a battle stance, beckoning towards Zaryusu with his free hand. "Take up your sword."

"What?!" Crusch exclaimed, joined by not a single other person. All the Dragon Tusk tribesmen were looking on with expressions of approval, and even Zaryusu himself seemed rather amenable to the proposition.

"...A simple method, chieftain," Zaryusu said, reaching down to his waist and drawing his sword, Frost Pain. "Brief, but effective."

"You truly are an outstanding emissary. But you are the master of Frost Pain, so that should be a given, right?" Zenberu turned slightly, twisting around to face the crowd. "Listen up, everybody! If I die in this fight, this guy is your new chief!"

Zaryusu let out a slight grunt of surprise, as did a fair portion of the Dragon Tusk tribe. Before any of them could raise a word of complaint, though, Zenberu continued. "And I won't accept any objections, protests, or other noise!" Zenberu turned back to face Zaryusu, hunching down and gripping his halberd all the more tightly. "Come at me like you're gonna kill me."

Zaryusu approached slowly, cautious of his opponent, though Zenberu made no motion to attack. Neither did Zaryusu, instead circling and waiting for his opponent to make the first move, though he seemed content with standing his ground. As they sized one another up, Zenberu spoke again, this time in a low voice that was filled with genuine respect. "Out of everyone I've ever fought before, you're in the top grade."

"Indeed. Very well. And if I die..."

"You want me to let your female go unharmed?"

"She's not 'mine' yet."

"Hmph, you're really making a bid for her, aren't you? Is that plant monster really that fine a female?"

"Extremely so."

Behind the two lizardmen, the subject of their conversation had dropped down to the ground, covering her face in embarrassment and retreating into the leafy confines of her costume. Neither of them turned to acknowledge her, both of them totally focused on each other.

"I'd like to see how true that is. If I win, I think I'll sample her for myself."

Until that point, Zaryusu had been motivated to fight out of a sense of honour and a desire to unite their two tribes against a common enemy. Now, he had an even more powerful motivation behind his actions. His knuckles turned white as they tightened around the grip of his sword, but his voice remained calm and level. "Then it seems that now I have an especially powerful reason not to lose."

Zenberu's mouth split open in a grin, revealing two rows of sharp, interlocked teeth. "You're really head-over-heels for her, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'm head-over-heels."

"Ha! Then beat me, and prove it!"

"That's what I intend to do."

With his weapon at the ready to parry or strike on a moment's notice, Zaryusu approached, taking slow steps towards his opponent. Zenberu stayed rooted to the spot, as enormous and intractable as an ancient oak. As they drew closer to one another, the difference between their physiques was brought into sharp contrast. Zenberu stood a good head and a half over his opponent, and every inch of that height was made up of pure muscle, enough to make Zaryusu seem like a child in comparison.

But the lizardmen knew well that physical strength wasn't everything. With the power of Frost Pain on his side and the help of the tactics he'd gathered as a traveller, it was entirely possible for Zaryusu to win this fight. All of the lizardmen knew and acknowledged this fact, but it was only Crusch who repeated it over and over again in her mind, like some sort of silent mantra. Or, perhaps more accurately, a plea.

But just below the desire for Zaryusu to win, there was something else. These kinds of battles rarely ended with the death of either opponent, generally stopping when one party was clearly defeated. Still, it wasn't unknown for things to escalate to a point where rational thought was tossed aside, and all that remained was blood lust.

So Crusch, although she wouldn't say it aloud and could barely even admit it to herself, wasn't solely hoping for Zaryusu to win. She was hoping that if he lost, Zenberu would have the self control and the will to allow him his life. The reason behind her desire for him to survive was obvious: at some point over the course of their journey together, she'd developed feelings for him. Affectionate feelings, ones that she had never felt so strongly before.

While Crusch struggled with her own thoughts, Zaryusu strafed in slow circles around Zenberu, searching for some sort of opening. It was tense, the air practically crackling with barely restrained energy as they probed each other for weakness. Still, even though it was exciting in its own way, it couldn't truly be called a fight just yet. Not a single blow had been struck. That hadn't escaped the crowd's notice, and they were beginning to shift around restlessly, eager for blood to be shed.

Before anyone acted on those feelings, though, Zaryusu started his approach. Slow steps, sword at the ready, gradually closing the distance between them--

Then, he was forced to leap to the side as something flashed through the air in front of him, coming within inches of his snout. Zaryusu could hear it cut through the air, and the wind that washed over him from its passing was enough to assure him that had it hit its mark, his head would've been separated from his shoulders in an instant. Zaryusu stumbled and struggled to regain his balance, but Zenberu didn't take advantage of his staggered state, just waited there patiently with halberd at the ready.

Once Zaryusu had recovered, he threw himself forward again, and again found himself greeted by a powerful horizontal slash from Zenberu's halberd. He brought up his sword to intercept the blow, and as soon as the steel head of Zenberu's halberd slammed into it, Zaryusu found himself flying backwards like a leaf in a sharp breeze. Somehow, he managed to maintain his footing, and pulled himself back into a proper fighting stance after he'd regained his balance an extra seven feet from his opponent.

The crowd roared in excitement and pride at their chieftain's performance, but Zaryusu shared none of it, instead shaking his numb hand while staring at his opponent. Something was off. There was power and speed in the lizardman's blows, to be sure, but none of the finesse that he'd expect someone who'd fought his way to the top of his tribe to have. Zenberu's attacks were no more coordinated than a child swinging a stick.

Zaryusu squinted at his opponent, now even more wary of him than before. Zenberu looked right back at him, smiling, still standing in the exact same spot he'd been in since the beginning of the fight.

"Well? Aren't you going to use Frost Pain's ability?"

Zaryusu didn't reply, just stood his ground and tightened his grip around his sword. Zenberu continued regardless. "I was defeated by the wielder of Frost Pain in the past." He held up his left hand, putting his two missing fingers on display. "That's how I lost these. If you use that power now, you might be able to defeat me."

"Is that so?" Zaryusu said, shifting his gaze from Zenberu to the crowd arrayed behind him. He could sense a distinctly hostile energy directed towards him, and it wasn't difficult to guess why. The previous owner of Frost Pain, the chief of the Razor Edge tribe, had caused great losses for the Dragon Tusk before he'd been defeated by Zaryusu. The brunt of those losses were from the very ability Zenberu was now trying to goad him into using.

If he used that ability, there was certainly a good chance he'd win this fight, but any respect he might've won from the Dragon Tusk would be as good as gone. Perhaps the hostility he felt from them now would even boil over into full on aggression. If that happened, he wouldn't be walking away from this village alive, nor would Crusch.

Zaryusu didn't completely understand what Zenberu's strategy was, but he knew he couldn't let things drag on like this any longer. He had to act. So, tightening his guard and gritting his teeth, Zaryusu charged forward. Zenberu swung his halberd once again, this time in an overhead swing aimed directly at the smaller lizardman's head. Zaryusu didn't dodge, instead bringing up his sword to intercept the blow.

But instead of being cleaved in two or sent flying like the crowd expected, Zaryusu took the force of the attack without issue, pushing it aside with the edge of his sword so that the head of the halberd dug straight into the ground.

For all of his strength, Zenberu wielded his halberd like he'd never seen a battle in his life. It was a simple matter to parry his attack, deflecting it with a parry rather than absorbing it with a block like Zaryusu had done before. Zenberu's eyes shot open wide, but not purely out of shock--Zaryusu could see a fair amount of admiration there, as well.

Zaryusu didn't stop. Lunging forward with sword in hand, he swung, aiming for the centre of Zenberu's chest. Scales were split open and the first drops of blood were finally spilled.

But they weren't from Zenberu. They were from Zaryusu, gushing from two slashes across his face. Zenberu's claws had rent open the flesh of his cheek, and he was sent stumbling back from the unexpected blow. Zenberu let his halberd drop to the ground and rushed after him, abandoning the spot he'd been rooted to in favour of active pursuit.

Zaryusu could barely move his sword fast enough to block the next of Zenberu's slashes, his claws ringing out sharply as they slammed against Frost Pain's blade. There was an almost metallic quality to the sound, something Zaryusu noticed even through the haze of adrenaline that'd come over his mind. Tough as they were, no lizardman had claws hard enough to make such a noise--something was off. After blocking two more slashes, Zaryusu realized what it was.

Zenberu was no typical warrior. He was a monk, channelling magical energy in order to use his own body as a weapon. The halberd had been nothing more than a trick, intended to bait him in and give him a false sense of confidence. After a couple more hasty blocks and ineffectual slashes, Zaryusu retreated, leaping backwards to put some distance between himself and Zenberu.

"Hah, you're still alive!" Zenberu said, licking the blood from his claws. "And you still refuse to use that ability. Are you holding back on me?"

"My apologies, but I have no intention of using that move."

"Eh? Well, don't come crying to me after you're beaten."

"After exchanging blows with me, you still think I'm the kind of person who would do that?"

"No, you're not. Sorry, you didn't deserve that. But if you aren't going to use it, then here I come!"

Zenberu charged forward, bringing his leg up in a kick that would be enough to fell a tree, let alone a man. The air whistled as it approached, but Zaryusu dodged, throwing himself to the side and out of its path. He moved with the momentum of that dodge and brought his sword forward in a wild swing. Zenberu threw up an arm to block it and Frost Pain slammed into it, letting out a loud clang and bouncing off it like it was made of solid steel. Yet more evidence of the monk's immense training, enough that could block a sword with his own flesh.

Zaryusu didn't have enough time for a second strike before Zenberu's fist was whizzing through the air towards him, just barely slow enough for him to raise his sword up to intercept it. Then came the other fist, then a claw slash, a chop, another kick. Zenberu was an unstoppable force, barrelling into him with attack after attack that left him absolutely no time to launch any of his own. If he dropped his guard for even a second, there was no doubt that he'd be immediately defeated.

His defence wasn't perfect. As Zenberu's continuous assault dragged on, Zaryusu found himself picking up a collection of small cuts and grazes, marks of where he was only just able to stop what would've been a battle-deciding blow. The Dragon Tusk crowd were all smiling, delighted at what they saw as an inevitable victory for their chief.

Zenberu was not nearly so sure of himself. With every blocked strike, he could feel the stinging cold of Frost Pain seeping further into his hands, starting to move up his arms and eroding his strength. A change of tactics was necessary if he intended to win this fight.

So, he adapted. Zenberu spun around, exposing his back to his opponent. Zaryusu was taken by surprise by the odd maneuver, and fighting defensively as he was, didn't think to take advantage of the opportunity he was given. Less than a second later, that opportunity was gone, replaced by the chieftain's thick tail slamming into the side of his legs. Zaryusu was sent tumbling to the ground, landing face first onto the dirt with enough force to stun him.

That opening was all that Zenberu required. Turning back around, he ran over, raised his foot, and brought it down on Zaryusu's head with all the force his heavy body could muster.

A loud crunch echoed throughout the village, immediately followed by the cheering of the Dragon Tusk tribe. Zaryusu let out a sharp jerk as skull gave way, then went limp, sword slipping from his fist and clattering to the earth.

"No!" Crusch screamed, rushing over to her fallen companion, crouching down next to him and grabbing his hand. His fingers drooped when she raised it, lifeless. With a single stomp, Zenberu had completely snuffed out the life of his opponent.

"Middle Cure Wounds!" Crusch said, splaying her hands out towards Zaryusu as green runes appeared in the air before her. A similarly green light suffused Zaryusu's body, but it quickly faded, leaving him just as lifeless as before. He was beyond the help of any healing magic she was capable of.

"A remarkable opponent," Zenberu said, removing his foot from Zaryusu's head and staring down at his body with a look of satisfaction. "All the strength I'd expect from the wielder of Frost Pain."

"Shut up!" Crusch shouted, snapping her head around to glare at him. "You didn't need to do... this, you brute! What kind of leader are you, anyway?!"

Zenberu shifted his gaze towards her as the respectful look disappeared from his face, replaced by one of mild annoyance. "I don't recall asking for your opinion, woman." He leaned down, grabbing her by the back of her leaf outfit before hoisting her into the air. "It seems to me that you need to be shown your place."

"What are you doing?" Crusch shouted, kicking and flailing as she was lifted off the ground like a dog being carried by the scruff of its neck. "Where are you taking me?!"

Zenberu didn't answer her question, just kept carrying her, making his way towards a hut lying a few metres from the edge of the impromptu arena. None of the crowd moved to stop him, already starting to disperse now that the fighting was over, talking between themselves and sharing their praises towards their leader.

---

As soon as Zenberu managed to carry Crusch into the hut, kicking and screaming all the way, he kicked the door shut behind him. She took in her surroundings as best she could in the dim light: it was a rather simple affair, more than likely a lower ranking tribesman's home that Zenberu had commandeered for himself. The floor was tamped dirt, and the only furnishings she could make out were a bed on one side of the room and a table on the other. Its surface was covered with cookware, clothing, and other various odds and ends that she didn't have the time or interest to examine.

"What is it you want from me?" Crusch said, still thrashing around in his grip. "My body?"

Zenberu didn't reply, having been silent from the moment he picked her up. Instead, his free hand reached up and grabbed another fistful of leaves on her outfit. Then, both of his arms wrenched apart, ripping open her costume and sending her spilling onto the floor.

Crusch yelped as she landed on the ground with a thump, pulling herself up onto her hands and knees. She was free, if only for a brief moment, and she intended to make that moment last. The door of the hut didn't have a lock, not even a latch; all she'd have to do to escape was push it open, and then she could escape. They probably hadn't moved Rororo yet. If she could get to him, she'd be safe.

She rushed forward, staggering to her feet, and made it about three quarters of the way across the room before Zenberu lunged after her.

"You aren't going anywhere," he growled, shooting out an arm and completely enveloping Crusch's shoulder in his enormous, clawed grip. All her momentum was gone in an instant, stopped with a single jerk from the larger lizardman. "We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet." The low, rumbling tone of his voice left absolutely no question of what kind of fun he had in mind.

"Let go of me!" Crusch cried, trying in vain to pull away, but it was hopeless. That one huge arm of his had more strength in it than she had in her entire body, and when his other hand joined it and clamped down on her other shoulder, she didn't even have the ability to twist herself away from him.

"Now, why would I do that?" Zenberu asked, then shoved down on Crusch's shoulders hard enough to make her legs give out from under her, forcing her onto her knees. "I have the right to touch my woman however I please, don't I?"

"I'm not your woman!" Crusch shouted, still trying her hardest to break free of Zenberu's hands, but they held her firmly in place. On her knees like this, Crusch's head was pointed straight at the lizardman's crotch, filling her vision with the brown fabric of his loincloth. She turned her head as far to the side as her neck would allow, growing increasingly anxious of what the chieftain had in mind for her.

"Is that so?" Zenberu mused, moving one hand from Crusch's shoulders to his hips and tugging his loincloth to the side. Despite her best efforts not to look, glimpses of what had been underneath it snuck into her peripheral vision. A bright pink head poking out from between the yellow scales of his groin, flat, wide, and just as big as the rest of him, looking more like the end of a club than anything that should fit into another living being. "I suppose I'll just have to convince you otherwise. Now, how would I go about doing a thing like that?"

Zenberu didn't give her a chance to answer before he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forward into his crotch. Crusch could feel the lizardman's cock pressing against the side of her face, throbbing and smearing moisture across her cheek. She let out a disgusted shriek and tried to pull away, but only managed to pull away a few inches before his hand clamped down tight, stopping her in her tracks.

"Now, that's no way to treat us males around here," Zenberu chided, tutting while he shifted his grip from the back of her head to the sides. "Here, let me enlighten you on what women in my camp are supposed to do!"

Then, he wrenched her head forward, forcing her to stare down the head of his cock right before he slammed her forward onto it.

His aim was a little off. Rather than slipping into her mouth as he no doubt intended, Zenberu found himself grinding against Crusch's nose. She was no more pleased with the situation than he was, hands pressing into his hips as she tried her hardest to pull her face out from between the lizardman's legs, succeeding in little more than straining her arms.

"Stop!" Crusch said, sputtering and struggling to turn her head away to escape the wet flesh throbbing against her snout, only succeeding in rubbing it back and forth against her nostrils. His scent was starting to seep into her nose--a biting, almost spicy smell, the aroma of a man who worked hard and didn't wash himself nearly enough to compensate. It was enough to make her eyes water.

"Open your fucking mouth!" Zenberu yelled, humping against the albino lizard's face while his cock continued to slip further out of its slit. She could feel it sliding across the top of her snout as it grew, twitching to life and dripping clear fluid onto her brow that was near invisible against the white of her scales.

That was, without a doubt, the last thing she wanted to do. Even putting aside the fact that he was forcing himself on her, his equipment was big enough that she'd be surprised if she could even fit it in her mouth. The very idea made her throat tighten, like her body was preparing a preemptive defence against him.

But Zenberu didn't seem to care about what she thought. Once he'd slipped halfway out of his sheath, Zenberu pulled back, giving Crusch a few precious seconds of relief before he shoved his hips back forward. The flat head of his cock butted up against her the front of her muzzle, smearing her lips with a fresh dribble of pre, but found no entrance there. Crusch had her mouth shut tight, determined not to let him enter her.

But all the determination in the world couldn't help her against Zenberu. Letting out the slightest growl, he reached down and grabbed Crusch's jaw, yanking it open with one hand. Then, he thrust forward, driving the tip of his cock right over the albino's soft, pink tongue. Zenberu sighed, pulling her deeper into his crotch. Crusch gagged and tried her hardest to pull back and spit him out, but she didn't have the strength to break his grip. All she could do was kneel there, batting helplessly at his thighs while his cock continued to leak and throb in her mouth.

It was awful. Crusch could feel the greasiness of his dick rubbing into every corner of her mouth, burning into her taste buds, even creeping up into her nostrils whenever he glanced against the back of her throat. It felt like he was laying siege to her senses, all five of them preoccupied with either his cock, the scales of his groin, or the sounds of her mouth struggling to keep up with his assault.

With her lips pressed flush against his slit and her head held firmly in place by a hand on the back of her head, there was nothing Crusch could do but wait as his cock extended further and further into her mouth. Set to the pleased sounds of the lizard above, it throbbed and pulsed against her tongue, leaking pre that flowed back out of her mouth and dripped down her chin. All the while, it was forcing its way deeper inside her a quarter-inch at a time.

So it was inevitable that it would end up battering against the entrance to her throat, pressing against it insistently and demanding entry. Try as she might, Crusch had no way to stop it from pushing yet further, forcing its way past her tightened muscles and firmly lodging itself in her airway.

"Ahh," Zenberu sighed happily, grinding her face into his crotch and lavishing in the feeling of her throat clenching around the head of his cock. All that clenching did nothing to stop his progress, only made sliding into her throat that much more enjoyable. "Come on, that's it!"

Her hands were clutched around his thighs, too tired to put up much of a struggle but still flexing in a useless attempt to pry herself away from Zenberu. Although her mouth was too occupied to form words, she was still making grunts and moans as she resisted what was happening to her, though that resistance seemed so very futile at this point.

Zenberu didn't care. Judging from the way his cock had thickened and finally stopped pushing deeper into her, Crusch assumed that he'd finally stopped growing. That was something of a relief. He was already poking halfway down her throat, which was quite an impressive size, considering the length of her neck. He had to be at least a foot long, and that wasn't even paying attention to the girth of the thing. At the rate things were going, it felt like he was going to unhinge her jaw.

Zenberu let out a pleasured grunt from above, holding her head in place with his hands while he pulled his hips back in preparation for another thrust. Crusch could his shaft tugging at the insides of her throat, drawing back until his head was resting on the surface of her tongue. Then, he slammed right back, drawing a strangled 'glrk' from her as she was freshly choked on the lizard's thick cock. He was using her, fucking her throat like it was nothing more than a cheap sex toy for him to dump his load into.

He kept that up for awhile, pounding in and out of her mouth, listening to the increasingly choked noises she made as the air turned stale in her lungs. She could only sneak in the shortest of breaths when Zenberu pulled out of her throat, and they all stank of his musk. To Crusch, Zenberu seemed inescapable, omnipresent, the centre of a world that was getting smaller and smaller. Her struggles grew weaker, finding it more and more difficult to try to pull away from his grip as she rapidly burned through the little breath she had left.

But to her enormous relief, he pulled out, popping his saliva-slicked dick out of her mouth and slapping it right onto her face. Crusch gasped for air, too addled to care that every breath she took was thick with his scent, or about the fact that he was grinding himself against her cheek. After grabbing his cock and giving her a whack on the other cheek for good measure, Zenberu released his grip of Crusch's head. She fell to her hands and knees, coughing and hacking all the while.

"I'm not done with you yet," Zenberu said, kneeling down and slipping his hands under Crusch's armpits. He lifted her up and flipped her around, pinning her back against his chest with his larger arm while his other started to roam across her body. His hand stopped briefly at her neck, grabbing a hold of her cloak and tugging it hard enough to rip the string tying it together before throwing it to the ground. Then, it groped at her chest, clutching at the flat scales there before it began to dip lower. Rubbing its way across her stomach in a way that was at once gentle and possessive, his fingers slid down her front, working inexorably towards what laid between her thighs.

"Stop it, you bastard!" Crusch snapped, finally coming back around to her senses, her will not a bit diminished by her slight asphyxiation. She wrapped her hands around Zenberu's questing arm and strained to pry it away from her body, managing to move it a whole inch before he flexed a bicep and overcame whatever small force she'd managed to exert, his hand now moving even faster towards her crotch.

"I told you," Zenberu said, pressing his fingers down just over her pubic mound, feeling the soft pad of flesh there just under her scales. "I'll touch you any way I please."

"No, you can't! I'm gonna... I'll..."

"You'll what?" Zenberu sneered, whispering into her ear, his nostrils puffing hot breath against the side of her head. "Cast a spell on me? I do not fear your magic, plant monster. Try to stop me, if you can."

And try she did, but no matter how hard she pulled, his hand continued to snake down her body. She bent forward in an effort to avoid his touch, but he just followed her movements, leaving them both hunched over in the middle of the tent with his hand buried between her legs. Then, his fingers finally reached their target, pressing against the slit hidden away between her legs.

"That's what I thought," Zenberu said, rubbing a finger along her lips. His hands felt rough against her scales, callused from years of combat, which made it all the worse to have them pressing against between her legs. Crusch squirmed harder in Zenberu's arms, gripping at his wrist and trying her hardest to wrench it away from her, but it was like trying to move the limbs of a statue. He added a second finger into the mix, pressing against her just hard enough to threaten entry.

"Stop!" Crusch commanded, though her voice had a distinct quaver to it now. Her tail whipped around between her legs as she struggled to escape Zenberu's grip before this went any further. The lizardman's tail whipped around behind him as well, excited for entirely different reasons. The pressure behind his fingers started to build, pressing against her entrance harder and harder, until...

With the slightest of noises, two clawed digits slipped their way inside her, shoving themselves in a good three inches in an instant. Crusch let out a loud scream as Zenberu finally started to violate her most private of areas. It was a scream of pain and anger, certainly, but also no small amount of shame. Zenberu grinned at the sound, letting out a pleased growl as he started to work his fingers in and out of her body.

"You're tight," Zenberu said, groping at Crusch's insides with his fingers. They felt so soft and tender under him, just begging for his touch. Right now, that touch was provided by his hands, but he didn't intend for things to stay that way for long. "You won't stay that way for long."

"F-fuck you," Crusch cursed, voice choked as her throat started to tighten and tears gathered in her eyes. She blinked them away, setting her face in a scowl. She wasn't going to cry. Even as his fingers pushed ever deeper into her slit, widening in an effort to stretch her open for whatever the awful beast of a man had in mind for her, Crusch refused to cry.

"I intend to," Zenberu whispered into her ear, leaning forward over her shoulder, pushing his snout towards hers in an attempt to kiss her. Crusch turned her face away, letting out a disgusted hiss and struggling all the harder against his arms. Zenberu growled, tightening his arm down on her rib cage until the air was forced out of her in a ragged wheeze.

"You don't wanna play nice? Then neither will I," Zenberu growled, finally drawing his hand away from her crotch as he yanked her off the ground, never letting up the pressure of his arm for a second. While she flailed in his grip and tried to draw a breath into her compressed lungs, Zenberu stomped to the other side of the hut. He swept his free arm across the surface of the table there, sending everything resting there flying into the wall and clattering across the floor. Then, he shoved her towards it, sending her tumbling backwards onto its top.

"You ungrateful bitch," he snarled, hand flying through the air and making a sharp crack as it connected with her cheek. Crusch's head jerked to the side from the force of the blow, a sharp yelp forced out of her from the impact. Her hands flew up to cover her face where he'd struck her, and shrunk back from him as much as her position would allow while he let out an angry, almost feral growl.

Tears were flowing freely from her eyes now, forced out by the pain of the blow, accompanied by small whimpers of pain as she gently caressed the stinging flesh of her cheek. Zenberu wasn't moved, bringing his hand down on the other side of her face, enjoying the sharp squeak she made as his palm cracked against her face. Before she could recover from that, his hands gripped around her shoulders, flipping her around and slamming her face-down onto the table.

Zenberu leaned forward, pressing the front of his body against her back, pinning her tail between them in the process. His head hovered over her shoulder, face inches away from her own, eyes boring into the side of her skull. He brought his hips forward, and Crusch could feel something poking at the back of her thighs. She didn't bother deceiving herself: there was no way it could be anything but his dick.

But he didn't seem interested in the hole he'd been fingering mere minutes ago. Its target seemed to be a fair bit lower, right at the base of her tail.

Crusch let out a panicked scream, flailing across the table in an effort to escape the wet presence pressing against her asshole. Zenberu just grabbed her shoulders and pushed them down, pinning her against the table. With that keeping her in place, combined with the weight of the rest of his body, she couldn't do anything more effective than wriggle in his grasp.

"Stupid cunt," Zenberu said, tightening his grip around her shoulders. Then, he pushed forward, roughly jamming the head of his cock against her tailhole. Slick with pre and saliva as he was, it took him mere seconds to force his way past her clenched anus and into her body proper.

Crusch shrieked as he entered her, suddenly stretched far beyond her limits in a way that was only getting worse as he pushed his way further into her. She'd never even dreamed of putting anything up the hole he was using before. It felt like her ass was on fire, nerves lighting up in agony as Zenberu steadily worked himself into in a hole that was never meant to be used as anything more than an exit.

"Stop!" Crusch's plea fell on deaf ears. Zenberu held no pity for her--in his eyes, she deserved to be in pain for daring to defy him. He pushed himself further inside her, revelling in the tightness of her body and the agonized shrieks she made below him as he invaded her body. She jerked in his grip like he was jabbing her with a red hot iron, but he just pressed down on her harder, keeping her pinned to the table and helpless while he ravaged her.

Zenberu thrust forward, shoving another inch of his dick into Crusch's aching hole. Her pleas for mercy were now incoherent screams as she thrashed uselessly in the grip of the male above her. None of her struggles did her any good, only forced the cock in her ass even deeper, her insides clenching down around it in pain that was transformed into the lizardman's pleasure.

He was far too big to fit inside her, and Crusch could feel her insides stretching open painfully, pried apart to make room for his dick. Her guts were lighting up with tight, stinging pressure, and she could feel a wet heat dripping down the tightly stretched ring of her asshole. Zenberu's entrance had been so rough that something had torn inside her, but he didn't care, didn't even seem to notice. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.

Some small mercy was granted to her when he finally bottomed out inside her. His knot butted up against her hole, smearing itself with the trickle of pre dribbling out of her, but he didn't seem interested on forcing it into her. Not much of a kindness, considering it only meant that he had that much more planned for her and wasn't willing to sabotage it by tying her, but a relief nonetheless.

That relief wasn't long lived. Before she had any time to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside her, he was pulling his hips back, dragging it along her raw insides as fast as friction would allow. Crusch felt every millimetre of her body he passed over, her walls burning as they were tugged along by his shaft, sending a fresh burst of sensation to her brain just as she was starting to adjust. He kept pulling until only the head of his dick was left inside her, then slammed himself forward again, drawing a loud creak from the table.

Crusch screamed. With the way he'd stretched her out, Zenberu was able to work himself in and out of her ass with even greater ease, but that certainly didn't make it any more comfortable for her. It only meant that the suffering happened even faster, the stream of pain she'd been dealing with before suddenly transformed into a waterfall of agony.

Zenberu didn't acknowledge any of her screaming, didn't have any snide comments for her. All he did was fuck her harder, drawing groans of protest from the table while his knot battered against her hole hard enough to bruise. He wasn't dragging this out in the slightest. There was no need to--the effort it'd take to achieve his own release offered enough of a punishment that there was no need to go further.

So it wasn't any surprise when Zenberu gave one last thrust, knot swelling against the outside of her tailhole, his cock throbbing powerfully inside of her. It being expected didn't make it any less agonizing, though. Crusch let out a shriek as she felt the lizardman's dick pulse inside her, firing off a rope of cum that stung as it washed over the raw walls of her bowels. Zenberu let out a pleased sigh as another spurt followed, pressing down even harder against Crusch and ignoring every one of her screams as he rode out his orgasm.

By the time Crusch's shrieking had given way to sobbing, Zenberu had finished. He pulled his hips back, tugging his now thoroughly wet cock out of her with a slight pop. A stream of cum drooled out of her, flowing freely as her asshole struggled to return to its original tightness after the stretching it'd received. Zenberu stood up, and as the pressure on Crusch's back lifted, there was a brief moment where she thought things had finally come to an end.

She wasn't nearly so lucky. Two sets of claws gripped around her shoulders and lifted her onto her feet, dragging her to the other side of the hut. Then, they let go of her with a parting shove, sending her falling backwards onto the bed there. Before her head had even stopped spinning, Zenberu was on her, grabbing one of her thighs in either hand and prying them apart before he buried his snout between them.

Zenberu's tongue lapped up between Crusch's legs, running from her tailhole up along the outside of her folds, slicking everything between her legs with his spit. She let out a gasp, hands moving to his head in an attempt to push him away, but his neck muscles were more than strong enough to outdo anything her arms could muster.

But Zenberu wasn't satisfied with just licking her outside. Pressing his snout even more firmly between her legs, Zenberu slipped his tongue inside of Crusch's slit, wasting no time in burying it even deeper inside her. She could feel it working its way into her, slipping past her folds and pushing deeper and deeper inside.

It was awful. She could feel it writhing inside her, slippery and dexterous, licking the moisture off of her inner walls and replacing it with his saliva. Everywhere it touched, it left hot, thin trails of the stuff, marks of his presence. All the while, she could hear him slurping loudly between her legs, savouring her juices like they were some fine wine. Her face was twisted into a constant grimace at all the sounds and sensations, an expression that only deepened with every failed attempt to pry him away from her groin.

Soon, Zenberu's jaws were pressing up against her as he finally reached the limits of how far his tongue could reach. The squirming of his tongue inside her made Crusch want to retch, but she suppressed the urge. It'd only distract her from trying to shove him away, her hands still gripped around his head as she tried to push him out from between her thighs. It might've been a fruitless endeavour, but the alternative was lying there and accepting it, something she was certainly not willing to do.

Much to her surprise, her efforts finally seemed to yield some result. He extracted his tongue from her, maw dripping with her juices, and finally pulled his head away from her crotch. Crusch didn't bother celebrating her victory--somehow, she knew that whatever was coming next was going to be even worse.

She was right. Zenberu pulled himself up over Crusch, pinning her down with his body while bringing his head right up to the side of her head. He buried his nose right where her neck met her shoulder, taking a deep breath before letting his tongue slip out and lap against the scales there. He gave her one long lick, dragging his tongue from her clavicle all the way up to her cheek, letting out a pleased grumble as she whimpered and shuddered at the sensation.

"It's time I bred you properly," Zenberu whispered, moving his hips back to angle his shaft between her thighs. She could feel its thick head press up against her hole, threatening to slip inside and squirting out a rope of precum that splattered against her folds. But just when it seemed like he was going to shove it inside her, his head flicked up against her clit, the underside of his shaft following its lead and grinding between her lips.

His words sent another shiver through Crusch, and she started to wriggle under Zenberu, still trying to free herself even after everything that'd happened. Exhausted as she was, though, she couldn't even manage to get him out from between her thighs. His cock continued to grind against her entrance, coating itself in their combined juices while dribbling onto her stomach. His tongue was busy lapping at her cheek, his hot breath washing over her face, every lick drawing a thump from her tail against the bed.

"Stop," Crusch sobbed, tears starting to gather in her eyes and run down her cheeks. Zenberu just licked them up, then grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him. He stared into the glittering crimson of her eyes and she into the green of his own. There was no sympathy for her pain there, only an animalistic desire to have her, to take her as his own.

Zenberu pushed his snout forward, locking his muzzle with Crusch's. His sharp fangs nibbled ever so slightly at her lips and his tongue slipped into her mouth, wrapping itself around her own and drawing it into his mouth. At the same time, he pulled his hips back, aligning the head of his cock with her entrance once again. Then, he pushed.

She let out a muffled scream into his mouth. Loosened and left dripping wet from his tongue, she could put up absolutely no resistance as he forced his way inside her, her body eager and ready to receive him despite her wishes. As soon as he'd pried open her lips and forced the head of his dick inside, it throbbed and let off a spurt of precum inside her that felt hot against her walls. It dribbled out along the underside of his cock and added itself to the growing mess of fluids splattering her thighs and the base of her tail.

Unwilling to stop there, he pushed himself even deeper, feeding his cock into her at a pace that left her able to do little else but whimper around the tongue in her mouth and slap her tail limply against the bedspread. Every moment, he spread her even wider, violated ever new depths of her. All the while, his dick pulsed inside her, smearing her walls with his pre. A sign of exactly how potent and virile he was, how eager he was to impregnate her. Every time Crusch felt that wet heat dribble against her insides, she was filled with a deep, gnawing sense of dread.

Zenberu's tongue finally withdrew from her mouth, shifting from her lips to the side of her head and giving her a long lick running from the underside of her jaw all the way to her ear. With her mouth finally free, she was able to let out a whine of pain and disgust, wincing at the slimy feeling of his tongue dragging across her cheek while her hands clenched into fists at her sides from the sensation of his dick stretching her wide. Even though it was less painful than taking it in her other hole, it was undoubtedly the worse violation.

But that only seemed to make Zenberu enjoy it all the more. The natural moisture of her cunt allowed him to move in and out of her far easily than he'd been able to in her ass, and he made good use of that fact. When he'd managed to shove half of his cock into her, he pulled back and slammed his hips back forward in one smooth motion, managing to push another inch inside her through sheer force. Zenberu let out a hiss of pleasure, one that was almost entirely drowned out by yet another one of Crusch's screams.

Crusch had never had anyone this deep inside her before. Zenberu was stretching out parts of her that she never even knew she had, parts that she was now all too keenly aware of as they lit up with burning pain. He was an insatiable beast, giving her no time to adjust to his size before he was working himself in and out of her with wild abandon, battering his way inside of her without the slightest care for how she felt.

It wasn't long before he had forced the majority of his shaft into her, leaving out only his knot that bashed against the lips of her cunt. She'd managed to fit all of him up to this point, but now, he was ramming up against something deep inside her. Some internal wall that he slammed into with no more care than he'd shown to the rest of her, bashing the head of his cock into it like he intended to force his way right through it.

"No, stop! You can't, you'll--" Crusch found her words cut off by a shriek as Zenberu thrust his hips forward, again pushing the head of his cock against the entrance to her womb. It was far too large to fit, but that didn't seem to dissuade him, as he gave yet another thrust when her body didn't immediately part to accept him. A rope of pre shot out of him and splattered right against her cervix, squirting through the tiny opening and dribbling down the inside of her womb.

"I'll do what I want with my woman," Zenberu said, pausing to deliver a lick right to the front of her muzzle. That lick transformed into yet another kiss as he forced his tongue past her lips and pushed his snout forwards against hers, licking at her fangs as he yanked his cock halfway out of her before slamming it forwards once again.

He slammed forward, grinding the front of his knot against her lips. Her eyes shot wide, both from the pain and from a realization. She couldn't stretch any wider; his cock already felt like it was tearing her apart, and that bulge at the base had to be at least twice as wide as the rest of it. Gods knew how much bigger it was going to get. But he didn't seem to care, instead continuing to thrust into her in those short, heavy strokes, pounding his growing knot against her entrance.

"Stop!" Crusch screamed, hands flying up to press against Zenberu's chest like she could somehow push the enormous male off of her. Zenberu didn't listen. He smashed his hips into Crusch's, but this time, he didn't pull back for another thrust. He kept up that pressure, pressing his knot against a hole already straining to contain him. Still he found himself unable to jam himself inside, only succeeding in grinding himself against lips far too small for him to even dream of entering.

But he wouldn't take no for an answer. He kept pushing, and despite the screaming and flailing of the woman below him, he could feel something start to give. Flying in the face of everything Crusch thought she knew about her body, her passage was starting to stretch even wider, finally succumbing to the lizardman's tireless efforts.

It was one of the most painful things Crusch had ever felt, and she made that very clear, thrashing and shrieking below Zenberu with renewed vigour. He didn't care, he just pressed harder, eager to finally slam his knot home and start breeding her in earnest. It was halfway inside her now, stretching her wider than anything that'd come before.

"No!" Crusch yelled, clenching down around his knot in an effort to keep him from pushing it any further inside. It didn't work, only let her feel it all the more strongly as it crept inside her. She could feel her lips closing down around the root of his cock as he forced the widest part of his knot inside her, the rest of it slipping in with almost no resistance.

As soon as his groin was flush against hers, she could feel his knot to grow even larger inside her. She let out a screech of pain and frustration, trying her hardest to pull away from him and get that ticking time-bomb out of her, but he held her firmly in place. There was nothing she could do but scream as his knot ballooned inside her, quickly growing past the point where she had even the slightest hope of pulling it out before getting even bigger, not stopping until it had doubled in size and locked them together at the hip.

It was over. Judging from his short, hard strokes, working with the small amount of cock that he hadn't lodged inside her, there was only seconds left before Zenberu came. With that knot plugging her up, there was only one place for it to go.

Crusch opened her mouth to scream, and Zenberu took advantage of the opportunity to shove his muzzle against hers, once again forcing his tongue into her mouth. His hips slammed into hers one last time.

Zenberu's cock throbbed powerfully inside her, and then she could feel the base of his cock bulge slightly as the first blast of cum travelled through it. She let out a muffled scream into her rapist's mouth as it moved further inside her, one that transformed into a sad, defeated moan as it finally reached its goal. A wave of heat filled her as thick cum blasted against the entrance to her womb, quickly followed by another right on its heels.

More and more of the lizardman's seed was pumped into her as he rode out of his orgasm, all while his tongue lapped at the inside of her mouth. Much to her dismay, he was the most productive man she'd ever laid with. She could feel it collecting inside her, blasting against her cervix with enough strength that she was sure most of it had made it inside of her womb. There was no way it wouldn't take after such a thorough insemination; she'd been impregnated by her rapist, by the man who killed Zaryusu.

The thought made her want to gag, but she couldn't muster the energy to do anything but lay there while he continued to pump her full of his seed, limp and crying silent tears.

After a long minute spent packing Crusch full of his cum, Zenberu finally finished, his cock letting out one last dribble of fluid to join the rest pooling inside her. He gave her face a parting lick, wiping up the tears rolling down her cheek with his tongue, before he started to pull out. Inflated as it was, his knot was significantly more painful going out than it had been going in, drawing a long shriek from her as it started to pry apart her lips from the inside-out.

But that scream was lower than the ones that had come before it, weaker. Having her every orifice used for the pleasure of a man she detested had taken something from her. Some vital spark in her had been snuffed out. The sounds she was making weren't meant to attract help, they were just involuntary responses, the motions of a body whose mind had already given up.

Zenberu's knot finally slipped free of her body with a wet shlick, quickly followed by a river of white flowing out of her gaping cunt. It looked just as voluminous coming out of her as it had felt going in, a flood of seed that ran down along her tail and dripped onto the bed. The sight made Crusch feel a particularly strong pang of disgust, and something else. Sadness, regret, despair. It seemed like the most concrete sign of what'd happened; she was no longer the acting chief of the Red Eye tribe. She was the property of Zenberu Gugu.

Zenberu dipped his hand down to the floor, grabbing something that Crusch couldn't see, then stood back up. He grabbed her by the wrists, and after a few quick movements, she found them bound together with a strip of leather cord. She tried briefly to separate them, but it was useless; the material was strong, and the knots were placed such that she couldn't undo them without someone else's help.

"Up," Zenberu said, jerking the end of the cord hard enough that it felt like her hands were going to tear off. She obeyed, shuffling forward off of the bed and onto her feet. Without another word, Zenberu turned and started walking towards the door of the hut, tugging her along behind.

Crusch considered asking him where he was taking her, what intentions he had in mind for her, but ended up staying silent. She just followed, stumbling forward towards her new life, focusing solely on putting one foot in front of the other while trying to ignore the feeling of cum dripping down the insides of her thighs.