The Scaled Prince

Alterra climbed up the stairs of the ancient temple with a delightful swagger, her always well polished cute little hooves clicking with every step.

She was on her way to deliver the good news to prince Moroke, though he had surely heard of it already if the celebration down in the village was anything to go by. Her party members were definitely enjoying the local cuisine, so to speak.

It hadn't been too long ago that an earthquake had opened a way into this otherwise isolated valley, with its lush jungles and cyclopean abandoned temples. The sight of huge lizards and other "monsters" had terrified the people from the nearby settlements, and her adventuring party had been tasked with finding the source of the monsters in the valley and eliminate it.

Turns out, there weren't any monsters here, well, not per se.

The valley had become a refuse of sorts for many centuries to less common sapient species, like the rather huge saurians that ruled over most of it, though there were also minotaurs, lizardfolk and many others who usually keep to themselves.

After some misunderstandings and a decisive team-up against a terrible aberration that had been woken up from its slumber by the earthquake, the party quickly switched to parley to try and soften things between those in the valley and those outside, something for which Alterra's honeyed tongue had been more than useful.

She had to spend a long time in discussions with Moroke, the local saurian prince, still young and rather unsafe in his newfound authority, trying to come up with a plan to avoid any aggression between the locals and the scared people outside the valley.

Surprisingly, for what sounds like dull negotiations, they had been thoroughly enjoyable. Moroke was wise beyond his years, empathic and just an all together sweet person in the form of a massive ogre-sized lizard with teeth that could sever a human head.

The blood of her succubi ancestor who made her into a tiefling boiled into a frenzy every time they were both in the same room, and it had been an absolute struggle to not just shed her clothes and throw herself onto his maws.

But she had been good and responsible, and had focused on the task at hand, patiently leaving the potential fun to one side, no matter how much her loins ached to be wrecked by him.

However... the job was done now, the nearby settlements had agreed to the deal and soon the first few caravans would arrive to establish proper ties and hopefully bring the people from these disparate communities together.

And boy, she was dying of thirst by now. She had felt a hint of lust from Moroke when she last saw him, and she was planing on feeding that fire as much as she could.

With careful movements, she straightened her sorceress tunic over her lithe body, making sure it left little to the imagination.

She had noticed that Moroke seemed to rather like her long legs, so she had folded the bottom of the tunic, so it barely covered a third of her thigh.

It was obvious as hell, but she didn't care.

Her striking crimson skin shone gorgeously under the warm sun, and she made a last attempt to get her frilly white mane under control. Brushing or sorting her hair out was always harder than it should due to the thick back-swept horns protruding from the sides of her forehead.

Satisfied with her look, she almost danced up the final flight of stairs, almost like a happy goat on a rocky mountain.

The prince was waiting for her atop the royal temple, his striking turquoise scales almost glittering in the morning sun.

He straightened his back as he saw her, a cute smile draw on his angular face. Many would have found the visage of his sharp teeth and threatening figure absolutely terrifying, but Alterra wasn't most people.

"My dear Alterra! You're finally here!" he said as he walked towards her with his arms open for a hug.

The cheeky tiefling did a little curtsy and a bow.

"Your majesty," she said, grinning.

As soon as he was, she jumped to his arms, the enormous saurian holding her lithe body against his wide chest.

The lovely morning sun had warmed his scales, and Alterra snuggled close to him, trying, and failing, to wrap her arms around his torso.

"I'm so pleased to have you back!" he said as he walked with her in his arms back towards his living space in the temple; the sharp and long curved claws on his feet clicking against the stone floor while her thick tail curled around his arm.

"Thank you again for everything you've done," he said with his cute whistling tone.

Alterra shot him a fiery glance from his arms.

"You could thank me personally and intimately, you know..." she said, being her usual "subtle" self.

If scales could blush, Moroke's would have done so at that very moment.

He averted his eyes from her, but his reptilian face could not hide his interest.

"Don't I get to choose my reward?" said the coquettish tiefling as she gently pushed his big head to meet her gaze with one of her well polished hooves.

"Well... em..." the timid prince could hardly string together words.

A lewd smile slithered its way onto Alterra's face.

"If I knew you didn't want me, I'd leave it be, handsome," she said, sensually dropping her tunic further down her body, her nipples almost ready to slip away.

"But I can *smell* how much you want me..." she said, almost savouring the words, "so why do you hesitate? I am on a silver platter for you, ready to be devoured..."

Moreke's lips trembled and Alterra could hear his hind claws scratching against the hard floor.

"But Alterra, you are so... small compared to me, I fear I will lose control and hurt you..." he said, still dodging her but at least using reasonable thoughts.

She curled in his arms, making sure his eyes could not part from hers.

"Your majesty, I have succubus blood, and you're not my first big partner... trust me, you can't break me..." she said, while relishing in the idea of him rearranging her insides.

He nervously swallowed and clenched his teeth. It was taking every single drop of his willpower to not just rip her robe off.

"There is... another reason..." he said, sitting down, while still cradling her in his arms.

Alterra got more comfortable, making sure she stretched over his lap as she rested her head on one of his big arms, her robe riding up so high Moroke could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Tell me..." she said in a sensual tone, both curious and smugly sure that it was probably just some performance anxiety, she could smell his virginity almost from the day one they met.

The prince rolled his eyes and exhaled, trying to compose himself.

"It's because of the traditions of our valley, whomever I lay with, well, I'm supposed to marry them..." he said, in a quiet and timid tone that was adorable for someone so big and menacing.

An evil grin appeared on Alterra's face, this was getting naughtier, and she liked it.

"So, what you're telling me, is that if you ravage me you'd have to make me your queen? Gosh... such a terrible fate..." she said, caressing his chest with a playful finger.

He tilted his head slightly to one side, surprised.

"I... well... I thought you wouldn't be the type to be tied to just one place..." he said, his lizard eyes darting all over the place, terrified of having offended her.

Alterra stood up on his lap slowly and sensually, her little hooves firmly planted on his thick as tree-trunks thighs, and held his huge head against her chest, caressing the back of his neck.

After a short moment of surprise, the prince exhaled again, closing his eyes as he enjoyed her warmth and soft caresses.

"I won't lie, I find it difficult to keep myself to a single bed... but if you don't hold that against me, the idea of being your queen is not that bad..." she said, playing with his sharp teeth, "you are an absolute delight, your land is lovely, warm and colourful and I get the distinct impression you are one of the few that can keep up with my... needs."

Moroke softly held her by her lovely rear, letting her lean slightly of his chest so that he may stare into her eyes again.

"There is... one more thing..." he said, his eyes trying to not fixate on her exposed skin and long legs.

Alterra threw him an inquisitive look, encouraging to spit it out.

"Well... it's the princes' duty, and that of his wives, to be the main breeders of the tribe," he said, growing progressively quieter, "I'm already in hot water for not doing it yet."

The lustful tiefling bit her lip, her well trimmed nails gently scratching the sides of the prince's head.

"So, what you're saying, is that if I land you as a hunky husband my fate is to be bred again and again, only looking forward to laying more eggs for you?"

Moroke almost got burnt when he met her gaze, there was pure fire inside the tiefling.

"And, you said wives... does that mean we can have other cuties around?" she said as her thick tail did a cracking whip sound in excitement.

The prince seemed both scared and aroused, not quite sure what he had unleashed.

"Yes...?" he said, timidly.

With a filthy grin, Alterra jumped off his lap and onto the ground, prancing on her little hooves towards a tall table in the room, clumsily climbing it in her excitement.

Once on top, she shed her tunic as sensually as she could, throwing it to Moroke's feet just before sitting on the edge of the table, holding her legs open so wide that the prince could not avoid the sight of her soaked and hungry pussy.

"What are you waiting for you, you fool, take me!" she screamed like a ravenous animal.

The prince stood up, his breath so intense it seemed as if he was about to explode. Every muscle of his ferocious body was tense, and he couldn't help but look at her with his teeth bare.

He ripped off his leather skirt, and Alterra could see with joy as his slick and smooth phallus slid out of his crotch. She couldn't wait to see it more closely.

As he arrived by the table, he firmly grabbed her by her thighs, making her let out a lovely slutty moan. He lifted her as if she was made of cloth, her back resting on the table as his clawed hands clamped around her midsection as if she was a sandwich, and with a grunt of delight, he closed his jaws all around her pubis.

Alterra screamed in delight, his sharp teeth digging into her flesh just enough to give her a jolt of pain without it being agonizing, and making the feeling of his tongue lashing against her pussy even more potent.

Moroke's irises had contracted, as if locked into some prey, and his muscular tongue effortlessly pushed into her pussy.

The gorgeous tiefling embraced his big head with her long legs, her eyes rolling back with a grunt of delight. Her lover's tongue alternated from savouring her insides and penetrating her as deep as it could, tickling her womb in a way that she had not experienced.

She loved filling this full and being the target of his ravenous hunger, part of her almost wanted to be consumed for real.

Alterra was already so ready and horny that the gorgeous saurian did not need much effort to make her orgasm, which she did effusively, arching so much she seemed ready to be split in half.

He slowly released his jaws, a small trickle of blood dripping from her hips. Whatever pain he had inflicted her, she did not care, and once more she spread her legs for him, the fire in her eyes raging even hotter than before.

With a wet flop, Moroke dropped his enormous phallus onto her belly and pubis. It was long and thick, like a fat pink snake, and it was glistening with natural lubrication, looking almost oiled.

Growling with unsatiated lust, Moroke aimed the pointy tip of his manhood towards her ravenous hole, looking almost as if he was about to stab her with a giant fleshy syringe.

Alterra could not hide her excitement, lifting her thighs and passing her hands under them, so she could spread her drenched lower lips for him. Her eyes begged for him like those of a needy puppy.

Unable to resist her once more, the prince pushed his meaty manhood into her, their combined slipperiness making its penetration way smoother than one would have guessed.

The lovely tiefling grunted and gurgled, the blood of her demonic grandmother raging in her veins, forcing her body to bend and stretch for her new lover, so she could take him completely.

His face moved closer to hers as he growled, once more, baring his teeth, closer and closer as he moved deeper and deeper into her needy hole.

Alterra giggled and placed her hands in his mouth, grabbing his lower jaw with his sharp teeth right under her palms. She tried pulling him closer as he clearly struggled not to bite her fingers clean off, but she knew he wouldn't, and his hunger translated into a brutal thrust that made her go blank for a second.

He was so deep. The tiefling's belly bulged with his snake inside her, and she couldn't stop trembling.

With a display of dominance that she hadn't seen on him, but that she very much approved, he grabbed her arms and slammed them on the table, holding her down as he commenced to move with slow and deep thrusts, making sure she got that brutal impaling sensation with each of them.

Alterra dropped her head on the table, utterly submitting to him, her long legs locking around his sides, so he could drop out of her, not that it seemed possible due to his size.

His trusts became slowly faster and stronger, each one making the solid table creak under them, and she could feel all the pent-up desire to breed her that he had been holding back for weeks.

Drifting away from the pleasure, she imagined herself utterly filled with his eggs, caressing her belly while resting at his feet, hugging his massive legs almost like a worshipful priestess at an altar.

Her eyes came alive with fire once more, locking with his as if spellbound.

"I want your babies..." she said, struggling for breath, "make me your brood mother! Give them to me! Please!"

He roared at her, his teeth inches from her face.

But after a second of animalistic impulse, he gently licked her and commenced to pump even harder, his bestial hips slamming at hers with sweet abandon.

Alterra's head just dropped on the table as her face contorted into a breathless scream of joy.

Her whole body burned with need for him, and the wet sounds of his enormous cock hollowing her out was driving her even more insane than the brutal penetration.

The handsome saurian tensed after a few moments, unable to keep going, and with a triumphant roar he orgasmed inside her.

A torrent of thick cum flooded Alterra's brutalized womb, making her tender body bloat as if ready to pop.

Her face was a grimace of brain-dead joy, her eyes rolled back so much onto her skull they might as well had fallen back in, all while drooling as if she had a leak.

Both lovers stood there for what appeared like an eternity, panting and grunting as reason returned to them.

Moroke came to first, tenderly licking Alterra all over while she still trembled with aftershocks, but after a while of his loving attention, she also started to return to the world of the living, her hazy eyes locking with his as she tried to pet his snout.

"Fuck... I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard... you really needed me, didn't you?" she said, with a cocky smile on her face.

He responded by licking her hands and nibbling on her petite yet perky breasts, nuzzling her lovingly.

"You have no idea..." he said, resting his big head on her chest.

Alterra happily embraced his big head, giving it tender kisses on his magnificent crest, her legs and midsection still feeling as they had been pummelled by an ogre.

"You're my wife now..." he said, once again looking into her eyes, "and I will keep this up until I'm sure you're with full of my eggs... or child... not sure how it will work."

She giggled happily, becoming a mum was not on her plans for the day, but she was surprisingly happy with it. Her party would need to find a new face, but they would be sure to understand.

"Even if I have to use magic, I will be your broodmother, I promise," Alterra said, still gripping his torso with her sore legs.

Moved by her words, Moroke kissed her as best he could with his big snout and tongue. After a clumsy moment, they both settled with Alterra surrendering her mouth to him, who proceeded to almost choke her with his thick tongue.

The tiefling had no complaints, she enjoyed the roughness.

Slowly, the prince picked up his new wife and retreated back to his throne. He sat down carefully as he pulled out of her, a cascade of his cum and her juices staining his leg scales, but neither seemed to mind.

Still panting, they both sat there, with Alterra happily resting against his chest with a dirty smile on her face.

After a long quiet moment of sweet cuddling, the sensual tiefling started wiggling her silky rear, noticing that her lover's cock was still very much out of his slit.

With a cheeky smile, she knelt on his thighs, using her thick tail to slowly move his slippery phallus between her ass cheeks, pressing the meaty member hard against her warm flesh.

"Someone is still pent-up..." she said, placing her hands on his chest like a naughty kitten.

If Moroke was capable of blushing, he would have done so at that time, instead moaning and looking away from her with a timid look of embarrassment.

"It was my first time... and it was so good..." he said, gently placing his claws on her back.

Alterra grinned even more, her lover's cock making wet slippery sounds as she ground her ass against it, her tail keeping it firmly in place, making his tip rub against the side of the base of her tail with a filthy plopping sound.

He could do nothing but throw his head back in delight while softly digging his claws on her flesh, the gorgeous sorceress resting her cheek against his chest as she enjoyed his deep breaths and pummelling heart.

"Shhh... let me take care of you..." she said, covering his scales in kisses.

Moroke did not argue, surrendering to her loving attentions.

The naughty tiefling continued to grind faster and faster, delighted with the dirty sounds and moans she was getting out of her new lover. She could feel his orgasm building again, the strong muscles under his scales tensing rhythmically with each movement of her hips.

With a roar of pleasure, the prince splattered her back, rear and tail with a flood of cum, almost like a pressurized geyser.

Alterra pressed her face against his chest, utterly hypnotized by his deep breaths as the warmth of her partner's seed slowly dripped down her crimson skin.

"I've never felt like this before..." said Moroke, his eyes drifting towards somewhere in the ceiling.

The sorceress licked his chest and neck like a playful kitten, a smirk of pride covering her face.

"Well... this is only the beginning, my love," she said still utterly ravenous for him.

With a flick of the wrist and some incantations, she cast a spell on Moroke to give him some of his stamina back.

The towering saurian yelped in surprise as his body was once more filled with energy, and looked down at Alterra, who gazed upon him like a cheeky little girl who had successfully stolen something from the cookie jar.

"You still haven't filled my back door, handsome..." she said, rubbing her ass against his quickly engorging again phallus.

"You mean... but won't it hurt you?" he asked, obviously excited about the idea, yet concerned for his beloved.

Alterra winked at him and turned around, planting her cute hooves on his thighs once again, just as she aimed his monstrous cock towards her little bumhole.

"You should know by now that I'm not that fragile, handsome, and I'm dying to be impaled by your loincloth monster..." she firmly held to his jaw, teasing him by grabbing it directly, with her palms against his sharp teeth, "and don't be afraid to take control, my prince, I loved it before when you just pounded me without mercy..."