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Sir Leof was weary. By choice he had long been alone on this road.. Companionship and comradery was as important to the knight as the armor he wore and the sword he bore. However, Wyard's words had indicated to him that this trip was meant to be taken alone.

"Here," The seer had said, pointing towards a faded portion of a weathered map. "This is where you will find your fate like so many others like you, aided by her hand."

"And what fate would that be?" Leof had asked.

"That will be determined by her, the scarlet lady," Wyard had said, and when Leof had pressed for more, the seer had simply smiled, though there had also been a strangely scarlet shimmer in his usually dark eyes.

Leof had departed shortly after, and now here he was after weeks of travel, exhausted and standing in front of a decrepit keep overgrown with green vines. He wondered briefly who had made it, what he would find within, and whether the scarlet lady be a person, an object, or otherwise. His travels on the road had brought him no clues or hints to what he would find here. There had scarcely been any fellow travelers on the trail, and those that were had kept to themselves. The villages and townships that he had come across had been hospitable enough, but he had never stayed in them long before departing. So, all he had were Wyard's words, that ancient map, and the supposed location of his fate, whatever that was.

He sighed and stepped forward, shoulders sagging and armor clanking as he made his way into the open gatehouse that offered entry into the eroded keep. Not even a gate was on the structure to keep him out, either taken or perhaps never installed. He wondered what that meant for his supposed fate if anything. Nothing had impeded him in his journey, save for himself and his obsession in discovering what his fate was. What would it be? Wealth? Power? Peace? Death?

He mostly kept his gaze on the ground as he shuffled through the gatehouse, lacking the energy to move in any other way. He traced over the cracks in the stone and the greenery that grew out of them, his mood melancholy, his jaw clenched tight. He felt near to something, but what?

The knight blinked when he noticed the stones becoming smoother and less worn. He didn't know why this would be but continued forward anyways, the growth dying down as the floor neared perfection. Then he stepped out of the gatehouse, stumbling out with a start. The stones here were larger and higher up than the ground before. He frowned, stepped forward, and found his footing more solid. Was the interior of the keep not as decayed?

He looked up and scanned around, finding himself in a plain courtyard with blue stones and a solitary scarlet figure standing so close by that it was nearly adjacent, not to mention the--

Leof yelped and stumbled back. His fatigued legs gave out, and he fell onto his rear. He barely caught himself with scrabbling, gauntleted hands. His attention was elsewhere. He stared up at the figure that stood over him and who regarded him back in kind.

She was tall, she was scarlet scaled, she was naked, and she was a lizard. Not one that stood on four legs. Not even the overgrown winged variation that breathed fire, but something between man and beast, or rather woman and reptile. She stood on three-toed saurian feet, the digits terminating in talons that clicked and clacked, curiously pressed into the smooth stone. Above her feet, her legs were toned, long, and as red as the rest of her. Between her legs lay a slit that had caused Leof to identify her as female, along with her wide, womanly hips; pressed in waist; large breasts that rested firmly on her chest, and curves that ran along her sleek, scarlet scaled figure. Her head was reptilian with an elongated, almost serpentine snout. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed inquisitively. She lacked of ears or hair, though she had none of the latter on her carmine hide. She regarded him with blue slitted eyes, a smile across her snout and her hands on that would Leof could only presume were egg-bearing hips. Briefly her tongue flicked from her snout while her thick tail swayed behind her lush rear. Realizing that she was a lady and nude, he blushed and looked away, but it was impossible to totally tear his gaze away from her. His eyes traced over her curves and contours, taking note of the blue runes of differing shapes and sizes that adorned her shoulders and just below her knees, ran over left thigh and under her left breast, marked above one eye and the back of a hand, and swirled around her tail. He expected her to say something, anything, even if it wasn't a language that he knew, but she simply smiled in a way that was oddly familiar and stared. it wasn't a vacant gaze. No, she was examining him as much as he with her, and though he was more appropriately covered, somehow he suspected she saw more of him than he saw of her.

Leof steeled himself and looked back into those blue eyes. There was intellect behind them. Though it seemed alien, and why would it not? He had scarcely seen anything like her before, save for some more draconic 'touched he had met in his service to the Order, but they had been mostly human, even if lesser in some ways. This scarlet scaled lizard lady was something different.

The knight blinked. Scarlet scaled. Lizard lady. Could it be...? He had to ask, he had to know, and so he spoke.

"Are you her?" He asked, mentally scolding himself for asking so unclear a question. "Are you the scarlet lady?"

She tilted her head and said nothing, yet he saw a glimmer in her eyes that seemed to say yes.

Leof's breath caught in his throat. It was her! Was she an accursed royal? Some sort of Fair Folk? He wanted to ask, but realized it didn't matter; she was the scarlet lady, and he was here.

"My lady," he said, struggling to keep his gaze high. "What is my fate?"

In response, the lizard lady hissed, a lengthy sibilant sound that caused Leof to shiver, and then she took a clawed hand from her hip and held it out. Leof recognized the gesture immediately. She was a lady and she was beckoning her favored knight forward. Leof quickly complied, lowering his gaze and staring shortly at her bosom before he fell forward onto his knees and adjusted his legs to kneel before her. After a second, he removed his helmet and placed it to the side. Then he lowered his head, his head warm underneath the mid afternoon sun and sweaty hair gently rustling under the wind.

"My lady," he murmured, keeping his gaze to the floor so that he stared at her talons. "Please give me your favor for my fate."

He saw those talons lift and then click against the floor as the scarlet saurian stepped towards him. Sweat dropped from the knight's brow, and he felt his heart thump in his chest as he felt her loom over him. He looked up and his face flushed, for he caught an eyeful of her enticing thighs and her scaled feminine folds between them, plush and inviting. He squirmed as he felt his member tighten, and he immediately lowered his gaze just as her claws came into contact with his head.

Leof stiffened, and though he wanted to squirm as her five claws pressed into his scalp, he stayed still because...because it actually felt quite good. He hadn't had such close contact with anyone in a long while, let alone a woman, and though she wasn't his type of female, there was still something tender in how her claws caressed his scalp. He shivered involuntarily as he felt a sensation flow from the five points, but it wasn't anything unpleasant. It was relaxing, and he felt some of that fatigue drain from his heavy eyes while the skin on his head prickled momentarily. He sighed softly, jaw softly dropping as his tongue licked at lips that seemed dry and cracked, not to mention how his tongue itself seemed to stretch and thin as it licked impossibly at his chin that too felt dry. He immediately flicked his forming tongue back inside his mouth as he wondered why he was licking himself in the presence of a lady, though he was mostly focused on why he felt so thirsty suddenly, No, not thirsty, just dry all over his face, and that sensation quickly converted into coolness as scarlet scales spread to overtake his visage. Thinking of his apparent thirst, he reached a gauntleted hand for his canteen only for it to be caught by a clawed one.

Surprised, he looked up and found the lizard lady smiling. His nostrils flared as his nose shrank and his tongue flicked out of his mouth. She hissed, and he nodded as if he understood, his aching hand curling into a fist as he returned it to his side, the same sense of dryness spreading over his palm. He let out a long sigh interrupted by a hiss and a gritting of thinning, sharpening teeth as his scaled jaws pressed forward into a serpentine proto muzzle. He closed his eyes, and in the darkness found comfort even as his shoulder shuddered and shrank slightly as scales spread to the arm below. He knew he just had to relax, to give the scarlet scaled lizard lady time to examine him and pronounce his fate, for that's surely what she was doing with her claws in a cranium increasingly carmine colored and shedding hairs whisked away by the wind.

Yet Leof could not simply relax. His other hand curled into a fist as he felt all his fingers tighten, pressing against their confines as if they wanted to escape. He grimaced, his other shoulder shuddering and shrinking slighter as he ground needle sharp teeth against each other within his gently stretching snout. He wanted to relax, and yet anxiety stirred in his heart. Why was he really here? What was his fate? He wanted an answer now, but there was nothing to hear, not even a hiss from the lizard. He strained his ears to listen, but his hearing seemed to dwindle lower and lower as his ears shrank away until he heard and felt a sharp pop, his ears now little more than indiscernible holes in his head that could hear just as well as before.

He sighed a long sigh, and this time it was not interrupted as his muzzle sloped out into a full serpentine snout, his nostrils flaring as they took their first full sniff. He smelled something that reminded him vaguely of rose but also another scent too that caused his crotch to tighten. His face flushed red, but that's because it was red now, smooth and scarlet scaled and resembling that of the lizard standing over him. Her claws caressed his scales now, and it felt good, it felt right and for a moment he did relax again, lost in the black of his non-vision.

Then he snarled and jerked his head up, eyes still closed as the scales scoured his neck. It had felt like cold fire, chill flame that had swept away Adam's apple, hair, skin, and stretched his neck slightly longer, and that fire was now at his collarbone, yet now it was no longer hot or cold but simply dry. He snarled again, ready to open his eyes now, but the lizard hissed softly. He ceased his struggles and hissed back in a tone that matched the lizard's high tone and femininity.

Leof's shoulders slumped and his hands came into contact with the ground as his arms stretched longer and slightly thinner, the tips of his leather gauntlets ripping inaudibly as his claws tore free. They tapped against the smooth stone ground as the dryness swept over his chest, the knight wincing and then sighing in satisfaction as the scarlet scales flowed coolly over cracked skin. He gasped as two points of warmth followed their advance, appearing under his still existing thickening nipples. The flesh beneath them slowly started to swell into nascent breasts, their gentle growth just as pleasant as his stomach resculpting smoother and softly scaled and the easing in of his waist. Muscle on his torso and arms melted away in favor of a form still toned but more shapely and feminine.

Leof crooned as the lizard's claws moved from atop his head to rubbing at his snout. He was immediately embarrassed and aroused, his member pressing irritatingly against his underwear. He shifted his hips around to hide the fact of his arousal just as they began to pull apart, achingly and teasingly so. He shivered from this and the sensation of the lizard's caressing his smooth scales. He had to admit that he had never thought a lizard lady's touch could feel so good. But--

But he wasn't here to feel good. Even if he felt rejuvenated after weeks of tough travel, he was here to face his fate, not to be rubbed by some lizard. His tongue flicked out in annoyance, but he immediately retracted it. Again, he had to be patient. Again, he just had to wait. He was sure she would reveal what she knew in time.

Though his mind was ready to be patient, his body was not. There was an increasing amount of annoyances that were becoming impossible to ignore. His hard nipples chafed against the padding under his chainmail, his aching hips pressed against his leather pants, fingers were tight in his gauntlets, his legs against the ground wobbling uncertainly as scales spread down and sapped their strength in favor of toned shapeliness and increased length, and even his buttocks were beginning to feel confined by his pants while something wiggled above it at the base of his spine. Most pressing, however, was his throbbing shaft. He hissed and wished it would stop doing that. It was improper to be so...showing in front of a lady, even a naked lizard lady. Why was he aroused anyways?

His snout sniffed and he caught that scent again, of rose and also arousal, his cock stiffening in response. He snarled and squeezed his shut eyes tighter still, willing his member to soften, to shrink, to wilt away to its normal soft size. He was surprised, then, when it began to do so, throbbing hard and ready one last time before it did begin to shrink, to soften, to wilt away but any size it lost was gone for good as his testicles tightened against his crotch. He grimaced and shifted about, lifting his head to allow the lizard lady to scratch at the underside of his snout. He sighed in satisfaction, shaft shrinking and shrinking while the scarlet scales continued to run down his legs, his thighs beginning to thicken as the scales reached his feet. His hissed his annoyance again, for his nipples still chafed, his fingers and now toes ached, his hips pressed incessantly outward, and now both rear and thighs pressed against their confines.Though he wished to remain patient, wished to remain calm, his dark, closed gaze began to become tinged with red. It was too much and he had had enough.

"Forgive me, lady I--" Leof began, the rest of his word caught in his throat as he heard his voice. It was sibilant, it was soft, and it sounded nothing like him. In fact, it sounded more like the lizard lady's own hisses, hisses that he made as he gasped.

Sir Leof's eyes opened just as he heard something tear. He blinked when he saw a protrusion in his vision, a scarlet snout really no more intrusive than his now non-existent nose, but it was still there and still a snout. He blinked again and hissed, actually hissed as he realized he had a snout, and even now the lizard was rubbing at it. He almost fell into a trance again, for her touches felt good, but he was too panicked now to enjoy her caress.

He lifted his hands to press hers away, at least until he saw his hands and the source of the tearing. The remnants of his gauntlets hung in tatters on hands red, scaly, smooth, and possessing claws at the end of their digits. His jaw fell open, and he looked from them to the hand that still scratched at his scales. They were one and the same, though they belonged to different owners, and he was one of them.

The knight looked up to the lizard lady, and she maintained that smile on her snout, though now it seemed sardonic. He meant to say something, anything, but all words were lost as he felt a tug right above his rear. He fell back on his rump with a clank of his armor, wincing even if he felt as if he now had more cushioning than before. He shivered, gasping in that high pitched hissing tone as the tug strengthened. Something pressed against his pants and then wormed its way between it and his chain shirt, pulling out and out while what remained of his masculinity pressed in and in. He looked over his shoulder and saw the start of a scarlet tail wiggling and pulsing and lengthening with every tugging spurt of growth. He...he had a tail. At least the start of one. And a snout. And claws. And crimson scales that covered every portion of him, from serpentine snout to extending toes.

Leof tried to stand, to escape the scarlet lady and whatever she was doing to him, but his legs shivered, weak and unsuited for their current clothing. He fell down back on his rump and definitely felt like he had more cushioning now, but he was distracted from this by his toes pressing and clawing and finally irritating him so that all he could do was bring one leg after another close to his aching chest to remove his boots, throwing each of them away, spreading his legs and stretching his toes to reveal his feet were altering too. He watched, bewildered, as five scarlet toes became four, elongating into talons while he watched his heel lift and lift so that his stance had shifted from reliance on his heels to his taloned toes. He whimpered, but relaxed as he felt claws scratching at his scales, leaning into it until he realized what he was doing. Chivalry be damned, he slapped the lizard lady's hand away and scooted back as his tail thickened behind him, its movements odd, alien, and not completely in his control yet.

Leof attempted to stand again and this time succeeded, though he wobbled back on his altered feet, talons clicking against the ground. Still, his legs shook and his pants and underwear began to sag, slipping off hips now too wide for them. He tried to cinch them up with his belt until he caught sight of his uncovered crotch, pushing them down beneath his sword belt as he tried to process what he was seeing. He stared, unblinking with unaltered eyes, as he witnessed his shrunken shaft and testicles shrink away, sinking into a smoothly scaled crotch in which nestled a slit. This newfound opening pulsed as if it had devoured what remained of his masculinity before the folds opened ever so slightly into full femininity. Leof gawked, leather pants and underwear falling to his feet, though his sword belt remained on as his eyes examined the plump vulva, with its slightly pinker scarlet folds and the nubby pink clit that lay nestled high between them, the only remnant of his once proud shaft. It was a familiar sight because he had seen it before, right in front of his face, and he knew if he lifted his snout he could see it again, but that pussy had been hers, not his, and if he had one, then that meant he...she...he...

Leof shook, thickening tail lashing behind him and his breasts bouncing, confined and pained in his chain shirt. He hissed, claws scrabbling at his armor before he realized what he was doing. Breasts?

He peered down, and indeed he had breasts, or at least that's what the mounds pushing painfully up against his padding and chainmail seemed to be. He...she had breasts, which meant she was female, right? Leof shook his head, dashing away this thought as he quickly loosened his sword belt with his thankfully still dextrous claws, before bending over and wiggling his torso to loosen the chainmail, realizing too late that he had left his pauldrons on. He grimaced. He would have to remove those later. He continued to shake the chainmail loose. His tail wiggled behind him, and he felt some bounce to his rear too.He looked over his shoulder and caught sight of a rounder, red scaled rump he would have found enticing if it weren't his own. Shortly after, the chainmail fell over his snout and he reached up, pulling it off and throwing it away. Still, his breasts ached, and he whimpered as he stared at them protruding against the padding while they continued to swell slightly larger still while his thick tail experienced its last surge of growth behind him, slapping lightly against his rounded rump and causing him to shiver. He heard a soft hiss and looked up to see the scarlet scaled lizard lady approaching him. He hissed back while working at the straps and buttons, but she simply stood in front of him, smiling and examining him as if she was pleased with her work.

"Away!" Leof said, or meant to say, but all that came out was another hiss followed by a satisfied sigh as he managed to open his padded vest, shedding it quickly to allow his breasts to breathe. As his vest fell behind him with a plunk, he stared down at the swollen mounds, soft and shapely and capped with stiff pink nipples. They were large, and he wondered how sensitive they really were, what it would feel like to touch them, to caress them with his claws. He almost did so, but the other lizard lady was upon him first, squeezing and caressing with claws at her breasts that indeed did turn out to be sensitive.

No!

Leof shivered and hissed, but didn't resist because he was bothered by something else. Other lizard lady? There was no other lizard lady. There was just him, a knight, a human, a man, and her, a lizard, a lady but not one he should have ever seeked favor or fate from. He wasn't a lizard lady, he was--

What was he?

He shivered again as his breasts continued to be touched and fondled, the sensation sending shocks of electric arousal to his slickening slit, his feminine folds, his plush pussy.

No!

His tail lashed against the ground but he remained still. He didn't have a pussy, he had a...well, he had to admit he had a pussy, for he could see it now staring down his snout, a wet slit that spread slightly with every continued caress. And if he had a pussy, didn't that mean...wasn't he a lady then? No, because whores had those too, but he wasn't a whore, certainly not a lizard whore; he was a man, a human, a knight, not some scarlet scaled lusty lizard with generous curves and hips and bountiful breasts and an enticing rear with an equally enticing tail and luscious thighs which above was her scaled slit, ready for love from other lizards, lady or otherwise. He was a knight, right?

Right?

Leof wasn't sure, and it was that uncertainty that spurred him into action. While a bit of arousal trickled down his thickened thighs, he started to push the other lizard lady back, his claws on her shoulders but his gaze on her breasts. His tongue flicked out, and he desired to grope them, to feel what his sister's breasts would feel like beneath his claws, but he snarled and shook away that odd thought. He pushed at her, and she stepped away, releasing her grip on his breasts, and placed her claws hands on her hips. He stepped back, tail swaying uncertainly over his rump as he folded his hands over his breasts, snarling and hissing at the other lizard lady. No, not other lizard lady, since he certainly wasn't one!

The scarlet lady smiled as she always did, placing her hands on her hips and examining him. Leof shrank away from his gaze, feeling inadequate somehow, even if he had the same proportions as her, the same plump breasts and egg bearing hips and enticing curves and thick tail. If it weren't for her runes, he could have been her twin, her sister, though perhaps he already was...

Leof shivered at his thought, squeezing his legs together as she looked pointedly at her slit. His slit, he reminded himself, growling. His, because he was a man, a human, a--

Squealing, squirming mess as the scarlet lizard lady was upon him, hugging him close, nipples rubbing together as she met him in a smooth, scaly embrace, snout nuzzling at his neck and mouth. She had moved so fast, so smoothly, so gracefully that he hadn't had a chance to respond, and now he was in her grip, and he was...liking it?

He hissed his distress, but she didn't seem to read it as such, their snouts now pressing together as her tongue flicked out and met his, their tongues joining into a sort of kissing as their jiggling bosoms pressed together. Leof meant to push her away, but his claws on her back was clutching her close instead, and was it just him, or was he leaning into that kiss? It did feel good after all; she felt good, warm and alive and aroused and--

Leof squirmed and hissed louder as he felt claws press into his slit, spreading his folds and teasing his clit before digging into him, digging into her. She shivered and moaned, hips bucking the feeling of those digits thrusting in and out of her, so warm and pleasurable and right that she realized it was all wrong.

Leof ceased kissing the lizard lady, but before he could thinking of even trying to force her off, she had withdrawn both above and below, gracefully stepping back, still smiling as she rubbed her slickened claws on her hips. Leof stared at her and felt a longing, a need to be so close to her, to be like her, no love her and be like her. He shook his head, and his slit pulsed, wanton, needy. She...he wanted for her to be so tender to him again, and yet he backed up, claws clicking and hips swaying as he retreated further and further back while his slit grew warmer and warmer. He hissed but kept himself from touching his breasts and slit, because that meant he was giving in, that meant he was really a lizard lady, and he wasn't. He was Sir Leof, a knight who sought his fate, and this certainly wasn't it.

The lizard stepped forward, and he hissed to warn her off, but the hiss died away as his stomach gurgled and churned. He gasped and looked down, wondering what was happening now. His slit looked so puffy and ready, but that wasn't what was causing that feeling of warmth below that only seemed to expand, rushing to fill a space he hadn't had before, rushing to fill his--

Womb.

Leof shuddered and clutched at his stomach as pressure started to build up in it. In the next moment, it started to swell. He stared in disbelief as his scarlet scaled skin stretched into a pleasant pregnant swell, small but noticeable. It became even more noticeable as his stomach continued to swell with each breath, pressing his clawed hands apart with every second of stretching. His breathing became heavier as his stomach pressed actively against his hands, his stomach now a tight dome of flesh that showed no sign of stopping. He gasped and blinked as he felt few bumps in his swelling stomach. Eggs bumps, he realized, because he was carrying eggs, and at least he was built for it. But why eggs, why now? He'd only been teased and fingered, not impregnated by a male, and yet the scarlet scaled lizard lady stared smiling at him as if this was meant to be. Leof tried to walk away, but he only managed a waddle, his swollen stomach cradled in his claws and resting on his hips. He staggered and fell to his knees, the weight of his gravid belly keeping him there. He gasped again as his navel popped out, his belly swelling rounder and rounder until it suddenly stopped. Leof huffed, rubbing his claws in circles over his gravid belly, knowing that it was filled with eggs, many eggs. How many, he wondered, before realizing he didn't want to know.

The lizard lady sauntered over to him, swaying her hips and tail as he continued to rub and stare at his unexpectedly pregnant belly. He only looked up when he heard the click of her claws, and when he saw her, he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. He no longer seemed her twin, mostly because he was pregnant and she was not. He huffed and started to think of standing, to waddle away in a pathetic escape attempt, but would she follow him then? Would she ever leave him? Did he want her to leave him?

Leof nodded. Yes, because he was a knight, a man, a human, not some gravid scarlet scaled lizard, not--

Leof gasped and his whole body shook as he felt certain parts of him tighten while others loosened. He felt something fall into position, and with a start he realized that something was an egg. That position meant it was going to be laid by him, a knight, a man, a human, and yet none of those as he thought of them could lay an egg, and yet here he was, panting and hissing as he squatted, tail lashing and scabbarded sword clinking against the ground as he gave his first good push. No, her first good push. No, his, no, hers, no--

He...she squeezed her eyes shut and grunted, pushing again. She didn't care anymore whether he was she or she was he, because at the moment she was a gravid female pushing out eggs that were infertile, had to be infertile, because she hadn't slept with a male, she had slept with--

Herself? She hissed and grunted again, confused at that thought. Herself? How could she have slept with herself? That made no sense, because she was...he was--

She shook, a particularly strong contraction running through her. What had she been thinking again? Oh yeah, about herself and herself was...was her? But no, there was something about a knight, a man, a human, and yet--

She gasped as the egg crowned. She was so close to getting the first one out, if she just forgot about a knight, a man, and a human, she could focus on laying, which was what was important right now. Right now? Yes, right now, but when were those three ever relevant?

She wasn't sure, and the thought that those three were her, that she was a knight, a man, a human, slipped out of her the same time as the egg, two blue runes inscribing just below her knees. That was silly. She wasn't a man or a human. She was a lizard lady laying eggs, and here came the next one, and it was a little easier this time, though now she thought of chivalry and manners and etiquette, but that hardly seemed to matter, not for a lizard lady like her, a lusty lizard lady who enjoyed the more sensual side to life. But she wasn't just a lizard lady, was she?

She pondered this as the second egg emerged, plopping to the floor and rolling away, but she didn't see that or feel a series of triangular runes inscribed themselves around her left thigh, because the third egg was on its way. No, no, she wasn't just a lizard lady. She was somehow more important, but she wasn't sure how. She panted and pushed as she searched through her mind, but all she came across was an Order, and she certainly wasn't part of such an organization. She was a free agent, not bound by oaths or loyalty to ancient ideals. No, she had another path, and right now it involved getting this third egg out.

With a shuddering hiss, the third one was out as a line of runes traced under her left breast, her bosom jiggling as the fourth egg slid down her inner passage. She really did have a nice bosom, a nice body, so slender and sensual, smoothly and scarlet scaled, not rough and pink and hairy and so weak that it required armor to protect it, pieces of which that she still wore. She would remove them later, but she was an armored knight no more, definitely not a man, a human, and not a lusty lizard lady who owed loyalty to others. No, she was...well, who was she? There was a name, but it wasn't hers, not anymore. She had plans and purpose, places to be and people to turn, but she needed that name...

She shivered, and the fourth egg left her along with other unnecessary concerns and worries, while matching runes appeared on her shoulders. The fifth egg was shortly on its way, and she wondered just how many were there. Too many, she decided, though perhaps she needed the time to think, to determine just who she was. It was becoming clearer now as other memories left with her eggs, but there was something still missing. It should have been simple, it should have been easy, but she just wasn't certain. Was it something about fate? Yes, that seemed right--fate, what was her fate?

The fifth departed with more memories and an unexpected burst of pleasure that wasn't quite a climax. Still, it left her shaking, her talons scraping against the floor while her tail lashed this way and that as a rune formed on the back of her right hand. The sixth was next, and as she felt her stomach with her claws, her eyes still closed, it was much, much smaller now, and that told her that this was the last, which meant she was almost out of time. She only had one more egg to determine her name and her fate and also to reach climax. She hissed and groped her breasts, panting and pushing in dazed arousal as she searched her mind, but there were no clues, only darkness. No, that darkness, that blackness was filling, not with names or numbers or places or people, but a certain striking color, and that color was filling her vision too. She shivered, struggling to identify that color as she tweaked her stiff, sensitive nipples, rosy and pink. That color in her vision and mind seemed to have so many names alike and unalike, crimson and currant, rose and blood, scarlet and carmine, and yet she felt it could be simpler. It could be, she could be, her fate could be--

Red.

She shrieked and fell onto her knees as the last egg rolled out and away, swept aside by her rune inscribed tail as she climaxed, rasping and panting, tongue flicking in and out as her vision pounded scarlet, flashed crimson, and swept carmine, but she knew what it really was, who she really was, what her fate really was, and it was Red.

Still rasping, still hissing, still pleasured, she felt a claw caress her snout. She looked up and opened her eyes. Looking down at her so sardonically was Red, and she, Red herself, couldn't help but smile sardonically back. She blinked at this anomaly, and the green in her eyes bled away to blue while her pupils thinned into slits, the final matching rune appearing above her left eye. She blinked again, and yet Red was still there. She hissed and flicked her tongue out. Of course Red was still there. Who else would be there? Red was always there. No, Red was here.

She stood straight and confidently as she looked over Red while Red looked over her. Red was naked as Red should be while she still wore a sword belt, pauldrons, and gauntlets that she no longer needed, but that did little to hide her her wide, womanly hips, her pressed-in waist, her serpentine snout, the large breasts that rested firmly on her chest, thick tail draped over a rounded rump, and the curves that ran through her sleek, scarlet scaled form. While there was much to do, Red loved Red, and so she hissed lustily, because she was a lusty lizard lady after all, and Red hissed lustily back. Or was it Red who had hissed lustily in the first place? She decided it didn't matter, since what was wrong with some self love? She placed her hands on Red's hips, and Red pulled her in close, she nuzzling Red's neck while Red lowered her snout and playfully licked at her breasts. Then they fell to the ground as that which was not Red thrown away with a clatter until it was all Red on Red, lusty scarlet scaled lizard lady upon lusty scarlet scaled lizard lady, reptilian romantics that loved all the same. They hissed and kissed, groped and teased, inserted and thrust, tails tangling until it was impossible to tell Red from Red into the squirming mass of scarlet scales. They continued in their elated loving until they were both brought to shrieking climaxes. Afterwards, they lay side by side, breasts pressing against breasts, snout nuzzling snout, claws grasping and squeezing at plump rumps and tails tangled together as both writhed in Red rapture, grinding still needy slick slits against each other.

All sensuality ceased as the two heard something clatter against the ground. They lifted their heads and looked to see a bewildered robed man staring at them even as he scrambled for his staff, a younger, regal looking and currently pale faced woman behind him covering her mouth. Red looked to Red, and the same sardonic smile slid across their snouts. There was no such thing as too much Red.