Exterminatrix

Layla’s hands follow the pattern of scales up my trembling arms, across my shuddering back, caressing the ridges of plated armor that follow my spine. She pants in shallow breaths and tilts her lips toward my ear. “I didn’t say you could stop,” her raspy whisper taunts. “I said to fucking fill me.”

I growl as I start to glide as much as my knot will allow, the tight fit of her cha

“What can it do?” she asks as her fingers trace along my tail tip. Her eyes glimmer in the dim light, fixed to mine in a daring challenge. My tail slices away, cutting into the shadows before thrashing back to coil across Layla’s throat. She gasps, her pulse humming through my spiral of scales.

“What can it not do, Layla?”

Her exhale is a thin, sweet stream of air between her pursed lips. She thinks I could squeeze and deprive her quivering lungs of air. Maybe she’s regretting her choice not to kill me as soon as she descended those basement steps that she’d never be able to reach now if I all but tightened my grip.

But what she doesn’t know is that I can’t. Even trying to imagine what it would be like to want to kill her pushes the bile into my throat.

I belong to Layla. I will do anything she asks. I’ll play her dangerous games. I’ll rise to her challenges, I’ll mold to fit her hidden desires. But I’ll never truly harm her.

In fact, I’ll disembowel anyone who even dreams it.

I growl as my tail tightens around her throat, just enough to put pressure on every breath but not enough to hurt. Her pulse climbs until she realizes I don’t want to take it further than the illusion of fear and pain.

“More,” she says, folding her hand over the coil at her throat as she tilts her hips, trying to take my knot deeper. Her gaze lands on the slit beneath my chin where my secondary cock stirs within the seam. “Give me more.”

Gods of the realms. If this woman is the one to kill me, it will be the best death I could ever hope for.

My secondary cock pushes through the seam in my neck, expanding to graze against my chin as it progresses closer to Layla’s swollen, delicious lips. She runs her tongue across them as her eyes follow the bead of precum that gathers on the engorged head. Layla’s eyes meet mine again when the flexible spikes on the head of my cock slide into the warmth of her open mouth, and her wicked wink nearly unravels me.

She seals her lips around my shaft, hollows her cheeks, and sucks.

“Layla…” I groan as she glides her tongue over the filaments that spiral down my shaft. She reaches a hand up to grip the back of my neck, forcing me to thrust in deeper until my cock bottoms out at the back of her throat. “Gods, Layla…”

I thrust as pleasure consumes me and Layla moans with approval. My entire body undulates with sensation, my knot swelling in her cha

“I’m going to fill you, woman,” I say, tightening my coil around Layla’s throat as she whimpers and shudders. Her pussy clenches around my cock. Her most intimate muscles grip me and pulse, and I know she’s starting to come undone. “I’m going to sssspill into you until your belly sssswells beneath me.”

I rake my claws across the silky skin of Layla’s stomach and her back arches from the floor, her eyes watering as I thrust my secondary cock within the slippery heat of her mouth. My tongue slides through the salty tears lining her temple and dampening her hair. Layla’s desperate moan sends a vibration through the shaft that sets fire to every nerve in my body.

“Ssssso beautiful as you come apart for a monssssster,” I whisper.

The balls buried within the seam of my neck pouch clench, hot cum shooting through my cock to flood Layla’s throat. Her eyes widen with surprise and then she swallows greedily. The sight of her drinking me down sets off the even stronger orgasm in my primary cock. Lightning dances up my spine and nearly blinds me. Lights spark in the darkness that eats the edges of my vision. I spill into Layla as her mouth unwraps from my other cock to scream my name.

Layla’s pussy grips my cock as she writhes through a second orgasm. It seems to pull me in, her body desperate to take every drop I can give. The cum pulses into the depths of her womb, surging in a torrent of hot spurts that might never end. I lose the power in my shaking arms as my release continues, dropping to my forearms, framing Layla’s face as I bury my nose into the scent of her hair. My tail loosens its hold around her delicate neck and slides away beneath her fingertips as her touch flows down its ridges of scales in a gentle caress. It takes a long moment of ragged, shallow breaths before my heart calms enough that I can lean back to look at her tear-streaked face, my cock still shooting ropes of cum into her pussy.

“It tastes like grenadine. Like a Shirley Temple,” Layla says as her little pink tongue travels the length of her lower lip. “Delicious.”

I groan as my knot seems to vibrate as another surge spills into her, my secondary cock already retreating into its pouch. “I’m never going to be able to stop if you keep talking like that.” Layla giggles and the bewitching sound of her delight only causes more to release. “Or laughing.”

“How long do we stay like this?” Layla asks. She shifts a little beneath me and then moans as the filaments stroke her i

“It takes as long as it takes. It could be half an hour, it could be much longer.”

Layla’s eyes dart around the shadows of the basement before landing on mine. She smiles, and for the first time, I think she might look a little nervous. “What do we do until then?”

Bare our secrets. 

Share our souls.

Fall in love. 

All the words I wish I could say, all the things I feel, they die on my tongue. Instead I smile, and Layla’s anxiety seems to lessen as her gaze fuses to mine.

“Maybe we just exist while we can,” I say, and try not to think about what happens next.

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LAYLA

It takes an hour and four more orgasms before Castro’s knot loosens enough that I can finally shimmy free. When I do, there’s a gush of liquid heat that erupts from my core, soaking the blanket beneath me.

“I hope my birth control withstands Lizardman sperm, because that’s a lot of monster cum,” I say as Castro backs away, offering a hand to help me sit. Gravity pulls another whoosh of cum from between my thighs.

“There has never been a recorded hybrid, not even in a place like Tingletown,” Castro says with confidence. He pretends not to watch as I try to demurely wait out the flood of Lizardman jizz that rushes from my pussy, until I finally give up any hope of looking anything but messy. I wonder if this cum tastes the same as it does from his chin dick? I’m about to make a joke about it when I meet his eyes for just a flash before he looks away, but even in an instant I can see every emotion buried within their seams of gold. Longing. Desire. Fear. And worst of all, resignation.