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A Line in the Sand - Pt. 3

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Ok, so this is kind of a conclusion chapter, but I left it open ended in case I want to revisit these two later. However, for now I have no plan to continue writing them. Perhaps some quick one-shots in the future, of various little snipits in their life. I just wanted to feel like this was more closed so I can continue with some other projects.

This is of course for the always lovely and patient @ivymemnoch of her Monster Match character Devaraj the reptilian monster (I prefer Nessiim, since I couldn’t decide between lizardman and dragonborn and he’s somewhere between the two). I hope everyone enjoys this soft fluffy fluff.

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How had I gotten myself into this exactly? I wondered to myself for the hundredth time as I dropped like a sack of flour to the stone ground. Narrowly avoiding the projectiles of rocks lobbed at me from the other side of the deep cave. They clattered loudly when they landed, snapping and cracking in a way that almost distracted me from the cave’s resident. Almost.

It, or rather, ‘he’ as Deveraj insisted, did not seem in any way to be a mere spirit. Not how I would have pictured one. If I had to think of a word to describe it, I would have said… ‘tree’. But it needed more words than the one. Big tree. MOVING tree. A tree with branches that bent and wriggled and swayed like vines. Also, ‘wet tree’ would have been accurate, for while the texture of the creature was distinctly bark-like, it slithered and slapped about as it moved. Dripping what I hoped was water and sloshing about as it did. It had no head to speak of, or at least, no face. There was definitely a top to its weird mass of vines and branches that spun out from an almost humanoid torso. But I saw no eyes, no mouth.

Devaraj tucked and rolled neatly, coming to my side. A grin I took as wry was twisting his long mouth, and I would have scowled had I not currently been so preoccupied. Before the Nessiim could say anything though, we both had to dodge to opposite sides as a slapping limb cracked on the floor between us.

I noticed, as the spirit’s attention turned on me, that it seemed to keep its numerous branches and vines in limb-like shape. Two thick long columns where one might expect legs. Two long, extending protrusions where one would expect arms. Occasionally, the branches and vines diverged, but they always twisted back into the shape once more. This became more obvious as the creature advanced on me. Reaching out with snapping, rolling boughs.

I squealed, but couldn’t dodge quickly enough this time. And its arm-like appendages slowly started to wrap around me. They were wet. And I decided based upon the gooey quality it was probably not water as I had initially hoped. I also came to the realization that I had been wrong before; it did have a mouth. Which revealed itself to me as the spirit slowly dropped open its gaping maw, stepping in slowly as it entwined its branches around me. Flashing sharp white fangs amid a cavernous darkness. My heart ricocheted around my chest and throat in a rising panic to escape my breast.

“Yes! Excellent! Keep him there!” Devaraj exclaimed excitedly. “He seems to like you!”

I wriggled, sweat breaking across my brow as I struggled to keep the creature from wrapping its arms any further around me. “The feeling is not mutual!”

“It’s alright, Sera!” He called. “He is just frightened! I can feel it!”

The reptilian man stealthed closer, his booted feet moving with surprising quiet across the stone cave. And despite the panic threatening to choke me… I realized the spirit’s movements had slowed to an almost standstill. Its branches still slowly weaved around me, smearing me with thick slimy goo as they did. But it advanced forward carefully now. It still had no eyes to speak of, but that gaping maw seemed to be panting as it approached. A bit of drool dripped in a long strand from the corner of it, and I winced and grimaced as it leaned in closer.

I turned my head to the side as the spirit brought its ‘face’ to mine, and I could feel its hot, wet breath against my jaw. I don’t like this. I thought to myself, my heartbeat so fast it was just a thrum beneath my skin. I don’t like this, I don’t like this, I don’t like this.

Devaraj’s deep voice reached me suddenly, murmuring in a strange, hissing tongue that seemed to form in his chest and move through his body without ever passing through his lips. The spirit appeared to pause at the sound of his voice, and I saw it start to turn back to look at him over his shoulder from the corner of my eye. Though I decided the word “look” was in liberal use now, as it still had no eyes to speak of. Still, it continued to curl tighter and tighter around me. Enveloping me in its slimy limbs, rubbing the rough bark against my skin. I was too busy struggling against its strong grip to shake in fear, but I could taste it plainly on my tongue.

As my employer stepped closer, I saw him lift up one palm, then gently place it on the creature’s shoulder. Those startling yellow eyes of his closed, and a soft hum seemed to fill the air. Curling tendrils stopped, and the spirit paused. Its head tilting to the side. As if it were hearing something I could not.

“There you are.” Came Devaraj’s thick voice. And at it, the spirit seemed to relax.

The tight branches wound about me suddenly came loose, and I dropped heavily back to the floor. I gave a soft gasp of pain as my bottom hit the stone, but was distracted by the soft glow now emanating from the chest of the spirit before me. Its limbs shrunk and twisted, its outline changed. My eyes went wide as a face began to form around the toothy mouth, which was shrinking itself. Into soft lips, and a delicate shape. The remaining branches tightened together, smoothing into one, and away purled the bark-like texture, leaving behind skin. Glowing blue-white skin, but definitely skin. And a distinctly human form.

He looked like he was formed of light. His eyes blinked (he had eyes now!), and he glanced over at Devaraj. I could still see his irises through his lids when he closed them. His whole body was mostly see through, but still had the distinctness of solidity. It was confusing, but also… strangely beautiful.

The spirit opened his mouth, and a soft breathy sound escaped it. It made a shiver slip down my spine and goosebumps run across my skin. I couldn’t hear words in the voice. But I saw his lips move in a poor imitation, as if he was forming something in his mouth.

Devaraj nodded. “Yes, friend. You are in the craigs beyond the town.” He replied, answering some question I had not heard. The spirit turned to face him more. “Do you remember how you got here?”

A slow head cock, a quizzical look pinching his brows. Again, that soft, breathy sound. It was almost like a whisper, breathed in and out through the lungs, but with no definition or shape to it. Nothing I could distinguish anyways. My employer did not seem to have the same issue.

“Ah, yes, I see. But she is not here.” The Nessiim gestured to me, and I stiffened as the spirit’s eyes turned back to me. “This is Sera, not your wife. Do you see her clearly now?”

I met those strange, glowing eyes nervously. Trying not to visibly shake where I still sat on the floor. Then suddenly, I felt a dull ache in my chest. A longing, a sadness. I was taken aback by it, and as I looked at the spirit, I could almost see those emotions blinking across his face.

“I’m sorry.” I told him, the words coming to my lips as instinctively as the air came to my lungs.

Again the spirit seemed to tilt his head from side to side, and that whispering breathing speech came out after a long pause. His hand came up, and I stiffened as those glowing fingers wisped across the edge of my jaw. Tracing its shape down to my chin.

Devaraj chuckled, and I nervously glanced over the spirit’s shoulder at him. “He says you are very kind, Sera, and almost as beautiful as his wife.” The reptilian man explained, a mischievous glint in his sharp yellow eyes. “He is glad you came to help him.”

I blinked stupidly, then looked back at the spirit. He stared at me quietly for another long moment, and I felt a few beads of nervous sweat prick the back of my neck. Finally, he straightened, and spoke again. Devaraj did not answer at first, nodding along with what I imagined might be taken for a thoughtful expression on his face. At the end of his strange, whispering words, the glowing shape turned back to my employer, who bowed to him slightly.

“It would be my honor, good sir.” He assured him. “Consider it done.”

Relief flooded through me, rising from someplace deep in my heart. But I could not quite place where it had come from. Only I knew it was not mine, despite its strange familiarity. I watched as the spirit considered me one last time, then took a step back, fading into a soft, wispy twist of blue smoke. And then, just like that... he was gone.

“Come.” Devaraj intoned, turning towards the back of the cave we had entered not one hour before. I spent a few more moments blinking at the spot where the spirit had just been, not fully hearing him until he called my name from the far wall.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked, scrambling numbly to my feet and darting over. Glancing about anxiously as I shlucked the last of the goo from my arms in case the strange phenomenon I had just experienced would have a repeat performance at any moment. I decided it was probably be best to be near the larger man if that was a possibility.

He kneeled down, sweeping his hand delicately over a pile of what appeared to be rubble to me. “Fulfilling his final wish.” He replied, and his long, claw tipped finger hooked around his prize.

As he lifted the glittering necklace from amid the stones, his elongated mouth curled up. Twisting into that strange smile. Once a frightening smile, but now I couldn’t help but feel a mirror of it curl upon my own lips as his intense eyes met mine.

“What is it?” I breathed, a little surprised to be nearly as excited as he was.

My heart thudded a few of its previously missed beats out of rhythm as Devaraj stood and the movement brought him precariously close to me. I swallowed hard to find the shape of my tongue in my mouth again as I had to drop my head back to look up at him. His scaly lips peeled back lightly to reveal his sharp white teeth, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with delight at my question. I didn’t even notice his big hand come around and clap lightly onto my shoulder.

“This, Sera, is the necklace of his wife.” He slowly brought it down, and nodded encouragingly as my hands hesitated to reach for it. “He asked that we return it to their shared grave. It seems some errant fools disturbed their final resting place, and he was wont to unrest until it was returned.”

I delicately cupped the ancient looking pendant in my hands, tracing one thumb over it. It felt warm, as though it had only just previously been removed from its seat at someone’s collarbone for my inspection. As my thumb traced the gem, a corresponding warmth pulsed in my chest, and I felt my smile soften.

“They must have been very fond of it.” I exclaimed softly, entranced by the way the dim light of the shallow cave caught the metal.

A rumbling sound came from my companion’s chest, agreeable and soothing. “I would agree. Such sentiment carries long after death. But come,” He squeezed my shoulder lightly, “Let us return it, so that they may once more be at peace.”

“Why was he all the way out here with it?” I asked, following behind him obediently with barely a side glance as we exited the cave. It felt different as we left. Less hostile and menacing. Now it was just… hollow. Lifeless stone, silent amid the small patch of trees.

“It seems the theft left him so enraged, he had quite forgotten his original purpose for rising.” Devaraj mused, lifting a low branch to allow me to pass with more ease. “He followed the would-be thief here, then was tethered to the place. Unable to travel far from it once the robber abandoned his prize and fled for his life. Unfortunately, this is a common story.”

I kept both hands clasped around the necklace, holding it close to my heart. It made me feel better, for some reason, and I didn’t bother to question it. “But how do we make sure no one tries to take it again?”

The corners of his lips twitched, and I saw his thin pupils flick to me out the corners of his eyes. “... Would you endeavor to take it, Sera?” He returned. “I am certain it must be quite valuable.”

I didn’t hesitate, shaking my head quickly. “N-no… Not this…” I paused, my step faltering, and slowly brought the pendant away from my heart to peer down at it. “It… it is too special…”

“I thought as much.” He sounded pleased, and my head jerked as I looked up at him in surprise. He bared his teeth at me, and his long tongue flicked out. “You have a particularly powerful dushrasha, Sera. I noticed the moment I met you.” I opened my mouth to respond, but he had already turned and was making his way between the trees to the open plains beyond once more. “As to your question, I shall make sure it is properly interred and warded against such things for the future. That should ensure the husband and his wife might rest in eternal peace together.”

“W-wait!” I stammered, clutching the necklace to my chest once more and sprinting after him. “What did you mean? What you said before, about my… um…”

“Your dushrasha.” He offered, but didn’t slow his long stride. Now that we had left the small copse of trees behind, I was finding it difficult to keep up with him on the beveled plain. “It is as I said, Sera.”

“You said… but…” I darted around to stand in front of him, blocking his path. “Wait!”

Devaraj stopped, the ridges of his brow raising slightly. I saw his tongue skitter out once more, and he tilted his great horned head to the side. “What troubles you, Sera?”

“You said you noticed the moment you met me.” I craned my neck back again to look up at him. “What do you mean? What did you notice?”

“It is as I said,” He sounded slightly puzzled, “Your dushrasha is particularly powerful. Especially for a human. I have not seen one its like since I first came to your lands.”

“... You can see it?”

He hummed softly at this, nodding slightly as if the reasoning behind my words was suddenly clear to him. “Yes, in a sense. I am a master prizrasha, after all.”

I waited, but when there seemed to be no further explanation forthcoming, I sighed heavily. I spared a glance about, hesitating, then looked down at the pendant still tightly clasped in my palms. It didn’t matter. I told myself. I was planning on leaving soon anyways. I didn’t need him to explain anything, I didn’t need to know... I should just be happy to be safe again. It seemed the longer I stayed with this strange man the more hazardous my life became… still, my chest burned with questions.

“... You are unsatisfied with this answer?” Devaraj suggested.

Again, I hesitated, then managed to find a bit of courage to look up at him. “I just.. I don’t understand…”

He nodded. “That is not a crime, Sera. You can not be expected to know everything there is to know.” He cocked his head to the opposite side. “Would you like to understand?”

I swallowed nervously again, shifting from foot to foot. “... I-if you think I can.”

The reptilian man scoffed, and his fat tail twitched. “Of course! I am happy to explain.” I jumped slightly as his big hand scooped into the crook of my elbow. “Come, Nur is not far from here. I can tell you more on the way.”

“I-I don’t mean to be a bother-”

“I can sense dushrasha,” He continued, interrupting me as if he hadn’t heard me speak at all, his hand still gently tucked into the bend of my arm, “In the way you might see light sparkling out of falling water, or in the mists.” He gave me a soft tug, prompting me to pick up my pace to match his stride, which he thoughtfully shortened to accommodate me. “Most I cannot ‘see’, so to speak, without some effort on my part. A… what is this word… meditation, perhaps, or a spell. Though these are still not the right words.” His tail twitched, brushing against the long grass with a soft rustling as we passed. “But yours… I can see it… no, I do not like this word either…” He fell silent, his long tongue flicking out as he debated it for a moment. “I can feel it.” Fierce eyes fixed on me, peering down over his scaled cheeks. “It is warm. I like how it feels.”

My pace slowed as I processed this, and again, he slowed to match. I hadn’t even noticed he had left his hand cupped around my arm. He turned me slowly to face him as I chewed it over, my thumbs absentmindedly running over the pendant clasped between them.

“... Does it mean something?” I asked, surprised with my own timid voice. “To… have a… um…”

His long tongue snaked out again, and his scaled brows raised as his lips pursed out slightly. Thoughtful, I decided, cataloging the shape his foreign features took in application of this. Every moment that passed, I realized I was finding him easier and easier to read. I shifted from foot to foot nervously.

“For the Nessiim, it is a blessing.” He began, seeming to pick his words as he went. “For us, warmth is… is everything. And so a warm dushrasha… Well, it is very near divine.”

“Divine?” I echoed, a little flabbergasted, already shaking my head. “I-I’m certainly not-”

“I know this is not your belief, Sera.” he told me, and I felt his hand slowly slide down my arm. Gently pulling one of my hands free from the pendant to cup in his. “But I would still like to keep you with me… If you would be willing.” He ran his clawed thumb out, pushing my fingers apart gently to run its pad over my palm.

I felt a hot flush rise to my face, and my breath stuttered in my throat. “O-oh, I-I mean…” My thoughts raced about a mile a minute, and I couldn’t quite seem to keep my heart in my chest where it belonged. I slowly pulled my hand out of his, and started to back away. “I don’t… I don’t know if…”

“Apologies, Sera,” He interjected quickly as I struggled to speak, “I am certain that came off as far too forward. I did not mean it to sound quite so… ah, what is word…” His big horned head cocked to the side. “I mean to say only that I enjoy your company. Your warmth.” Sharp teeth flashed out, and his elongated mouth curled up. Yellow eyes glinting. Comforting. Reassuring. I documented it, blinking at him slowly. “I would like to continue our relationship. And explore it further.”

“E-explore?” I mumbled, taking another step back. My heart skipping.

He nodded. “Yes! You are an excellent assistant!” His forked tongue appeared ever so briefly before disappearing back between his lips. The thoughtful look returned. “I am not sure if a human can become a prizrasha, but I would be willing to teach you, if you would like.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Oh.”

His gaze flicked over me. “You are surprised?”

I swallowed hard. “I-I thought you… umm…” I flushed an even deeper shade of red. “N-no, nevermind.” I suddenly remembered the pendant in my hand, and looked down at it. Thinking and chewing over everything he had just told me. “... You want me to be your apprentice?”

“Is this the word?” Devaraj replied, his voice curious. “Apprentice? I like it. It has a pleasant hiss at the end. Assistant has one at the beginning, but it is less satisfying. I cannot linger on it.” He nodded again. “You have a natural talent, I think, Sera. You might enjoy this work.”

I glanced over his shoulder at the craigs where we had encountered the spirit. “I don’t know…”

I jumped as the large lizard man closed the space between us with a single stride, and boldly took up my free hand again. I had to crane my neck back to look up at him, and his tongue flicked at the tip of my nose as I did.

“It is up to you, Sera, of course. I sense you are… restless with me still.” He ran his thumb over my knuckles, his chin angled down slightly. “Perhaps you wish to leave.”

I choked on my next breath. Had I really been so obvious? Or was that talent of being a prizrasha? A stab of guilt hit me solidly, and I thought to pull my hand out of his again. His fingers tightened around it as it twitched in his grasp. Gentle, cool to the touch, but firm. As if to tell me that it didn’t matter; he didn’t mind. It didn’t hurt him to know I had such plans. I felt my heart skip erratically at his touch, yet I didn’t fight his grip further. I was surprised to find myself… strangely comforted by it.

“I’m… I just…”

“I like you, Sera.” He told me as I dropped off again. “I like your wit, and your warmth. I like your curiosity, and your good heart. Much as you try to hide it.” I glanced up at him, and he curled his lips upward more softly. Fondness, I decided. A warmth of its own… I cataloged that expression in a special place beside my throbbing heart. “If you want to leave, I understand, and I won’t stop you… But I would like very much if you would stay with me.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” I half whispered, distracted by the way the fading sunlight glinted in his eyes.

He cocked his head back to the side. “Do I need to?” I twitched as his tongue flicked the tip of my nose again. “I don’t need to know your history to like who you are. I am certain you would share it with me in time, or that you do not wish me to know. Either way, it does not matter to me.”

“You don’t even know my name!” I argued.

His smile returned. “You are Sera. You have the warmth of the sun in your dushrasha.” One brow raised slightly. “... That’s what ‘Sera’ means, you know.” He nodded, and I decided this expression of his was smug. “It means ‘fiery one’, and we use it in greeting to the sun.”

I stared at him, slack jawed. “... You named me after the sun?”

His expression changed again, softer around the edges. I could see the subtle movements of the muscles beneath his scales. “... Yes. It seemed most fitting… and… I would court you better, if I knew how.”

I jerked as if he had slapped me. “C-court me??”

Another nod, but shallow. Timid. He was avoiding my eyes now. “Yes, Sera. I find you… fascinating. I like to be near you. I like the smell of you. But I do not know how humans approach this matter.” He shifted in place, still looking off to the side. “And I thought perhaps you would not find appeal in a Nessiim like me…”

I laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of that, bewildered and shocked. Did the man not know how handsome he was?? I stopped short as his eyes jumped to me, and felt my face flush hot as the realization hit me as well. Those fierce eyes shifted to the side again, and he seemed to curl back from me. He began to pull his hand away, and I felt my fingers suddenly tighten around his. Devaraj paused, looking at me with his scaly brows raised and his eyes wide.

“I-I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh… I was just surprised.” I told him quickly. “I was… um… I didn’t think you meant to… ah…”

“I did not, at first.” He assured me softly, and I noticed him take a tiny step closer to me. A bit of his confidence restored as my fingers remained around his. “But… I have been thinking about it since we first met yesterday. It seems like masiimir, no? That of all the doors you could have opened, it was mine you walked through.”

“Masiimir?” I echoed, still flushed and my tongue feeling far too large for my mouth.

He shifted his jaw, obviously trying to find the proper translation and working his tongue around his mouth while he did. “Masiimir… ah, as if planned, yes? As if some higher being or power or such thing made it so we should meet. As if it was already written for history to remember that way.”

I shifted, glancing down at our hands. “Fate.” I told him softly.

His strong fingers squeezed mine gently. “I am a stranger to these lands. Yet in you I feel a piece of my home.” I peeked up at him through my lashes, and noticed him curl his thick neck down, his muzzle coming closer to my temple. “You were looking for a place to hide… and I offer you a place to belong.” He gave a deep, hissing sigh. “Perhaps I look into this too much, but… It is custom for Nessiim to begin courtship when they meet a potential partner. We are not ones for wasting energy on uncertainties.”

I hesitated again, looking back down at my hand which looked so tiny in his. I thought back over the last two days, and felt my heart flip a few times in my chest. I tried to press back the overwhelming thoughts and emotions that assaulted me. Tried to pull some sort of cohesiveness from their midst. It all seemed to crash into me at that moment. Everything that had happened. The strange draw I felt, the reluctance to leave.

“... Would you be alright with this, Sera?” He asked me quietly, and I realized we had been standing in silence for more than a few moments. “May I court you? It will likely be a fair bit experimental at first. I am uncertain how human courtship differs from Nessiim, but I am eager to explore it.” He cleared his throat, glancing off to the side. “But I will only pursue this if you are… erm… interested, I believe is the correct word.”

I swallowed, my head beginning to throb. “Oh… well…” I closed my hand tighter around the pendant still clutched in my other palm. Then glanced at our clasped hands again. I couldn’t hear anything beyond the thrum of my own heart, and I struggled to keep myself from quivering. “I… well…” My cheeks were so red, I was surprised they didn’t catch fire. I glanced at him out the corner of my eye again, and saw him watching me carefully with those intense eyes of his. I cleared my own throat. “I would… I-I would be interested...” I stammered out finally. “In you… ah, in you courting me, I mean.”

I jumped slightly as his nose nudged against my cheek gently, and I felt his tongue flick out to skip against my jaw. He dropped my hand, and skimmed his fingertips along my wrist and up to my arm.

“... For my people, it would be customary next to ask you to sun bathe with me.” He told me. “That we might share our warmth, and learn more about each other’s bodies.”

I nearly squeaked, but looked up at him. “Ah… W-would that require clothes?”

He chuckled, a deep and rolling sound. “Humans are more reserved with their skins, yes? If it makes you more comfortable, it is the company kept that is important.” When I didn’t pull away from his touch, he snaked his hand around my waist, stepping closer so I had to crane my head back to look up at him. “But I would be pleased to once again share warmth with you, Sera.” He nudged me with his nose again, and I turned slightly to look at him out the corner of my eye. His fierce yellow eyes looked somehow soft in the afternoon sunlight. “Nessiim bond through touch... How do humans bond with their partners?”

I felt my pulse throb beneath my cheeks, and laughed nervously. “W-well… we uh… spend time together… we talk…” He nodded along with my words, and goosebumps raced across my skin as his tongue flicked against my collarbone again. “... We kiss…”

“Kiss?” He echoed, and my ears burned. “What does it mean? I like this word, the sound is most pleasant on my tongue.”

I shifted the pendant in my grip, looking down at it as I became flustered. “Oh… I-it’s… it’s hard to describe…” I peeked at him again, and felt my lips tingle as I did. A powerful urge came over me, and I swallowed hard. “Maybe… I should show you?”

He nodded eagerly. “I would like to see.”

I hesitated, feeling my heart thrum in my chest, beating recklessly against my ribs. I swallowed again, slowly slipping my hand from his. Again, I paused, belying a breath that skipped from my throat with a wispy quality, then gently rested my palm against his broad cheek. Then I debated how best to go about it, as his mouth protruded a fair bit from his face, and I realized it might not work the same. Could he even feel my skin against his scales? He did have lips, of course, but were they as… dexterous as mine? I gently used my hand on his cheek to tilt him into position, hesitating again. He watched me quietly, curiously. Finally, I leaned forward, and pressed my lips against the cool scales at the point of his snout.

Beneath my kiss, I felt the scales move, felt his mouth part slightly. I drew back after half a moment, flushing dark and uncertain. But suddenly, his arm hooked the rest of the way around my waist, and he tugged me closer to his body. Tucking me into the curve of his chest and craning his thick neck to nudge me gently with his nose.

“... I like this thing.” He purred, and I shivered to feel it move beneath my palm and through his chest pressed against me. “This… ‘Kiss’...” He nuzzled against me again. “... Is there a daily limit on ‘kiss’? Or can we do it more? I would like to try.” His long tongue flicked out, brushing across my lips.

I laughed shyly, tilting my head down to hide the bright scarlet color filling my cheeks. “No, there’s not a limit-”

“Good.” He interrupted, and I snuck a glance back up at him, my hand at his jaw coming down to rest against the broad scales on his chest. Devaraj’s mouth split, revealing his sharp teeth. “We must return the pendant first… but then I would like to explore your ‘kiss’ more, if you are willing.” His tongue came out again, skimming over my lips once more. I shivered with excitement at the touch. “And perhaps then I can show you what Nessiim do with their mouths...”

To be continued?

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monsterkinkmeme · 5 years

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There's a car show going on! And the lizardfolk showing off the trucks is quite a looker. Maybe he could give you a special look at the backseat? *wink wink*

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aelia-likes-monsters · 4 years

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Ask a Monster: Caleb

I’m doing “Ask a Monster” this month for my Patreon supporters. (If you want to support me for even just this month, you can also ask a question of any of my monsters. Tiers start at $1.) Patrons got to see this early.

A question for Caleb of Lakehouse Lizardman from a Patron: What was your favourite game to play with your siblings while growing up?

"We never did family game night, you know." Caleb says as he carries a bowl of chips from the kitchen and sets it on the table in the living room. "You're dragging us into new territory."

"That's good" you reply as you set down a few trays with veggies and sweet snacks. "I think it's important to create new traditions as well as carrying on the old ones."

Caleb rolls his eyes, but you both know there's no malice behind it. He's just heard you soapbox about this many times since you got engaged. You want to be fully part of his family, which is why you've made a point of inviting Jaxon and his partners (the man is apparently both bisexual and poly) as well as their sister.

"Don't be a punk or I'll find another way to do research for my next novel." You say, arching a brow at your fiance.

"You wouldn't!" The lizardman lunges for you, pulls you close, and begins nibbling on your neck in a way that makes your knees go weak. He's fighting dirty and he knows it.

"Caleb, your family is coming." You scold, struggling halfheartedly to get away.

"His family is here." Interrupts a voice you've become familiar with. His younger sister, Abby has arrived, along with her partner. Abby is a human like Jaxon and the rest of the family. Her hair is naturally brown, though it's currently a vibrant purple. Her girlfriend is a six foot tall orc named Shel, who also dyes her hair and has piercings and tattoos. You adore them both.

It's refreshing to see Caleb roll his eyes at someone who isn't you, but you still smack his shoulder lightly. He chuckles and gives you a kiss.

"Does nobody in this family knock?" Caleb grumps as he greets his sister with a kiss on the cheek.

"Nope." Jaxon answers as he also enters without knocking, his partners in tow. Chase is in his human form, though you understand he's a werewolf. As a human he's a rather attractive, slender black man. You've been told he most resembles a timberwolf when he's transformed, but you haven't personally seen it. Meri, their other partner, is a selkie. They're a ginger with freckles all over, and a wicked sense of humor. It's easy to see the playfulness of a seal in her demeanor.

"I personally find it endearing." You say with a grin. "Since we're always expecting you."

"Exactly!" Abby says. "Wouldn't want to walk in on you two getting frisky."

"Ew." Caleb grimaces. "I don't want to hear those words coming out of your mouth."

"Getting. Frisky." She says with a grin.

"Enough," Jaxon interrupts. "Caleb's getting all worked up. Stop..." He pauses dramatically. "Yanking his tail."

You can't hold back the snort of laughter at the teasing. Caleb glowers at everyone, including you.

"You're all jerks. I hate you all." He informs you.

"No, you love us." You kiss the end of his snout.

He sighs. "Yeah, I do."

There's a round of greetings and hugs as you all settle in and grab snacks. There are only a few games that can support so large a group, and it's determined that you're going to play Taboo, a team-based game. There's certain words you aren't allowed to say while you use gestures and phrases to try to get your teammates to guess the word on your card.

All of you are terrible at it, which makes it super fun.

By the end of the night, when the snacks are gone and you've all demolished several delivery pizzas, Caleb is happy and relaxed. You give everyone hugs and kisses goodbye, and close the door behind them.

"I used to hate that game you know," Caleb informs you. "My favorite was Risk, because I was the only one with the patience to read the rule book, so I could rules-lawyer the hell out of Jaxon and Abby."

"That makes perfect sense." You say with a laugh. "Now I think it might be time to get frisky. I've got some research to do."

"Ugh. Please don't ever call it getting frisky again." He says, lifting you into his arms and taking the stairs two at a time. "But I'm here for your research."

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November Patreon Rewards: Hearthway Hollow

Hearthway Hollow has everything that the autumn needs. They celebrate Halloween starting in July. They have the world's best coffee shops, cozy blankets,bonfires, and of course, werewolf lovers to snuggle on chilly nights.

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Rhys, a lizardman, reunites with his former lover who left her life of sexwork to escape the dangerous city she was in.

Preview to what would have been a seqeul to my story Huntress int he castle.

A spin-off of Aymeric's story about his little brother Laeretes.

Romarod is an orc, traveling through Elderbay, a port within Obresh that used to be a really seedy neighborhood. And all he wants are some baked goods.

Art is an orc who inherited his family's art supply store. It needs renovations and bad, so he hires you to take care of it.

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An older woman is being haunted by a Leshy, a forest spirit who is trying to repay the kindness of her long gone husband.

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Lizardman x reader

Picture this:

It's a muggy night. In the ambience of the swamp, lightning bugs flicker about, and crickets chirp methodically. Quiet yet alive, with still waters and a humid atmosphere—you navigate thede muddy waters on your raft, your lantern being your only guiding light.

The gators, they mostly ignore; but every so often, you hit a bump.

How can you tell whether it was a root you hit or a living creature?

And so you keep along, pulling yourself through the mess, so eager to get back home. Your raft hits a swell on the water. And instead of a silent bump, or maybe a creak in your raft, you hear the water below you shifting. The sound of something surfacing, no doubt—your heart stills.

A knowing yet content smile creeps onto your face, and you set down your paddle, taking up your lantern from its holder and swinging it down toward the water.

There's a hiss, an intense one. The thing backs down into the water and vanishes in its black cover.

"Fortunate that I don't whack ya," you say through a chuckle, waving the warm lantern around. Trying to catch a glimpse in the murkiness that you wouldn't dare wade in at the best of times, lest night.

The raft stills completely as it settles. The thing, it's swift and silent. It moves almost like fluid itself, perfect for its environment.

Hearing a splash, lofty weight breaches onto your raft and nearly sends you falling back into the ugly waters, but a rough, clawed hand clamps onto your leg, pulling you back.

"Shit!" you cry, reeling away from the edge of the raft.

Regaining your composure, you whirl around. Before you is your old friend, the one and the only—kin with the gators, yet walks on two legs. And his fair green eyes shine almost golden in the lantern light.

"Ah..." you mutter, putting your palm to his cold cheek, "you've come back."

He was expressionless, but still so expressive. You just knew by that gleam in his eye. Wordless but could speak a thousand words with his gestures and mannerisms; he truly was beautiful, in a way.

Your faces met in a nuzzle. It was together your home, the swamp, and not one without him in it.

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Monster Match: Bodi the Komodo Dragon Lizardman, NSFW; M Lizardman x F Human

A Monster Match for the super wonderful @ivymemnoch — thanks for all of your patience and support! I’m 5’8 cis gender female and straight. I’m a bit of a workaholic and work in the motor trade but also do wildlife rescue/ rehabilitation volunteer work, specialising in reptile and amphibian care…

(Special tip of the hat to my friend @kwat01 for helping me breathe through Aussie slang-induced panic attacks and teaching me the sliding scale of bogan-ness!)

You were able to smell him long before you saw him that day.

Not that he smelled bad, of course. His subtle aftershave was just that—subtle, a barely there green scent that reminded you of early morning rain, wet and earthy, when the whole world was calm. You could almost feel the gentle patter of it upon you, sluicing over your naked skin as you stood before him on a wide, empty beach. His giant, well-muscled form cast you in shadow, your breath catching as he raised one of those meaty, clawed hands to cup your…

“Big man alert.”

The voice of one of your co-workers shook you from your daydream and you snapped back to reality with a flush, wishing you had traded away today’s shift.

It was inappropriate to have such thoughts about your boss. You knew that, and you tried to be dispassionate on the days he was at the centre, when you weren’t able to avoid him all together, which was what you strove to do most days.

The table beside you seemed to vibrate as his heavy tread thudded on the floors, huge and powerful and—

“Morning, ladies.”

He looked especially good that day, you noted dourly, in a wrinkled camp shirt that hugged his thick arms, with several small skinks clinging to the cargo pockets of his trousers. An image of his big thighs, dripping in sea water flashed through your mind as you stared at the skinks, and you realized belatedly that he’d addressed you, had spoken words that you’d missed, too lost in your daydreams. The air in your lungs caught, stalling your inhalation, leaving you incapable of answering with anything other than a strangled wheeze.

Bodi turned from the coffee machine to glance over to you, cocking his brow at your apparent apoplexy. The seconds seemed to stretch, time ceasing to hold meaning as your body refused to draw breath.

“Morning, chief.” Barra grinned up, her pink tongue flickering. “Didn’t expect to see you in today. Thought you’d be posing for the telly.”

The big lizard snorted derisively, turning away from the gecko woman. You had a feeling you weren’t the only person at the centre who fancied your giant dragon director, although you were possibly the only human who did. The handful of co-workers with whom you shared a species were all coupled off—married or engaged, or otherwise accounted for.

You’d started at the animal rescue centre a year earlier, with the reptile and amphibian care facility being your main home. It was volunteer work you were passionate about, and it had been a good way to get out and meet people, in the beginning.

You’d always been adventurous, although picking up and moving to Australia had tested the limits of your bravery at first. You were terribly far from home, and very much alone, but you’d always been comfortable with your own company. The rescue facility had been a welcome oasis from your job, you worked with a great group of fellow volunteers, and you fell in love with every slimy and scaled critter that fell into your care.

Then there was Bodi.

You’d never met a komodo dragon lizardperson before, had never known someone so big and imposing. You’d graduated with two orcs, but neither of them had seemed to completely fill a room the way Bodi did, no one had the presence he commanded. His stern face matched his size, and the long, hooked claws that graced his fingertips gave credence to his aura of intimidation.

You’d met him towards the end of your second week at the rescue facility.

“This is the director of the reptile and amphibian program,” the small woman who was in charge of the bird rehabilitation introduced. “Bodi, come say hello. We have a few new recruits, and this one says she has some experience with monitors.”

The big dragon that turned to face you would have frozen you to the spot, had you not been working on the monitor in question. He was impossibly tall, thick with corded muscle, his long tail swinging, walking with a heavy, confident tread to where you were patiently changing the dressing on the leg of the injured lizard. You felt his keen eyes trained on you as you worked, and it was a small wonder your hands hadn’t been shaking.

“Is that so? I might just need to steal her away to my team, in that case.”

Since then, you’d worked almost exclusively under his direction. If he’d just been nice to look at, your crush might have already faded, but the time spent working with him had only fanned the flames.

He was gruff and standoffish, but then again, so were you, at first, and you’d chanced upon him more than once in a quiet moment, working to calm a frightened animal or gently stroking the head of one of the injured inhabitants.

He checked all of your boxes, and although you got on very well together, you were, you reminded yourself frequently, just a puny human, and likely not even on his radar.

There had been a moment, a few months earlier, when you’d thought differently. The centre had sponsored a training session for aquatic care, and you and Barra had been the only two volunteers from the reptile house who’d expressed interest. On the day the swimming aptitude test was to be administered, Barra had called in with car troubles.

“What do we say to getting this done in the open air, yeah?” Bodi had asked you with a smile, his big forked tongue making an appearance as he grinned.

You’d ridden together as he drove to the beach, saying a silent prayer of thanks that the navy two-piece you wore beneath your clothes was brand new and well-fitted. Chopping through the waves was a breeze, and after timing your ascent and return from a buoy, he’d stripped off his shirt and joined you in the water. You’d frozen, bobbing like a cork, in danger of swallowing half the sea as his sculpted pectorals and hard abdomen were revealed to you.

His scales were a mottled yellow and slate, and as his tail undulated through the waves, the sun had sparkled off his broad, dappled back.

“Let’s see how long you can tread,” He’d called out over the crash of the slowly rising tide, and you’d felt the bump of his big tail against your bare thigh, sending a thrill of excitement between your legs.

He’d circled you in the water as he asked about your family and career, casually wondering if you’d moved for your husband or boyfriend’s job. When you’d admitted that you’d moved simply for the adventure of it and that there wasn’t any significant other in the picture, his big, flat head had dipped into the water, masking what you’d been certain was a smile.

All the while, you treaded in place, rotating as he circled you, a predator closing in on his prey, and you’d wondered if his flickering tongue had been able to taste your arousal in the air, or if the water had thoroughly concealed it. You’d both been laughing as you finally left the crashing waves, and it had been nice getting to see a different side of him—smiling, more playful than the smart-arsed grump he was at work.

The water made his board shorts cling to his thickly muscled thighs, and you’d not been able to help yourself from following the water running in rivulets down his broad chest. His scales glistened, more yellow than grey as they moved down his belly, and you’d been hypnotized by the flex of his arms as he’d reached for the towels. The water droplets moved down the hard plane of him, and your gaze had been pulled like magnets to the bulge at his groin. There’d been no room for guilt, for you hadn’t missed the way his gold and black-flecked eyes had moved over you as you left the water; had practically been able to feel the drag of them up your legs, pausing on your breasts, encased in the dripping blue spandex.

There had been a moment where you thought he might kiss you; a charged instant when your small hand had brushed his as he passed you a towel, when you’d both paused, a frisson of electricity passing through you. Your eyes met, and you’d held your breath, feeling the pounding of your heart throughout your body. It had passed seconds later, when neither of you had moved, and you’d wrapped yourself in the towel with a blush, hoping it muffled the sound of your heart.

If he hadn’t been able to sense your arousal in the water, surely the smell of your dripping sex would have been evident to his tongue on the ride back to the centre.

Still, nothing had changed since that day. He was the same gruff-voiced professional, seemingly paying you little mind on the days your paths crossed, and you’d chalked it up to being a one-sided fantasy. The disappointment had faded and a deep sense of foolishness had taken its place, leaving you tongue-tied in front of him in a way you’d never been before. Not that it matters.

“They’ve got plenty of suits in the office for that job,” he grumbled into his coffee. “They’d have to do a good bit of censoring if they put me in front of the camera. Bloody government would have us shut down by dark. I’m going to have you and Cal head over to the main building for the week, Barra, they need the hands.”

You watched Barra’s face scrunch, clearly unhappy with the news that she was being sent to a different part of the facility. By that point, everyone had been shuffled over to “the main building” for a stint, doing what could be done for the steady stream of wildlife injured in the fires.

Your volunteer work at the centre had always been important to you, but now it was importance on a different plane. You’d only been sent over to the main for a few short days, had held yourself together well enough, or so you’d thought. It was easy to push emotions aside when adrenaline was high, but once you’d returned to your flat in the evening, the horrors caught up with you, and you’d drowned your tears with wine and long baths.

You’d not been sent back to assist with the burned koalas and motherless joeys, and although you were relieved, it bothered you that Bodi had never sent you there again; to think that you hadn’t done a good enough job in the few days you were there.

“Guess that just leaves us today,” Bodi casually remarked once Barra and Cal had gone, never raising his head from the paperwork in front of him. “You’re stuck with me.” His ringed amber eyes raised to yours at last, his smile showing his glinting teeth, and you forced a smile of your own. Bloody brilliant.

Making good your escape once his attention had turned to the ringing phone, you busied yourself in the tanks. Row after row of spacious, well-appointed habitats for each of the centre’s patients, it was your favorite place to be. There were defrosted rats to pass out to hungry snakes, and crickets to be distributed to the smaller lizards. You visited with an eastern long-necked turtle who’d recently had her shell glued back together, and checked on the well-being of a scuttling house gecko with a splintered leg.

Your favorite patient was Rosie, a frilled dragon who’d come to the centre in her own bodgy crate; dangerously dehydrated, in addition to being rather worse for wear after an altercation with a bigger animal. Pulling up a rolling stool, you rolled up to Rosie’s tank, smiling when she scuttled up a rock to get a better look at her visitor. You became aware of eyes resting on your back as you filled out the small chart on the front of her tank, signing off that she’d been fed and watered, and wondered how long he’d been tracking you.

“You’re very good with them.”

He framed it as a statement rather than a question, and rather than thanking him for the compliment, you decided to agree. “I love coming here. I have to work with people all day, it’s nice to be able to disengage my brain. I don’t have to be nice to people, I don’t need to be ‘on’.” You wondered if he would pick up on your not-so-subtle hint that you wanted to be left alone.

“Well,” he went on in a low voice, intent on ignoring your meaning. “I’m glad this is where you’ve decided to spend that downtime.”

Several long moments passed in silence. Rising from the bench, you moved on to Rosie’s neighbor, topping off his water bottle and distributing crickets. You’d just been about to move between the tanks, skipping up an aisle and escaping his keen gaze when his next words turned your feet to lead.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Your foot seemed to be cemented to the ground as you tried to lift it, to escape this, escape him. You didn’t want to relive how embarrassed you’d felt in the weeks after that afternoon at the beach, once you’d realized how one-sided your feelings were. You’d tried to divert your romantic inclinations towards the handful of dates you’d been on since then, but it was no use. You were completely smitten with every gruff, taciturn, muscle-bound, bursting-with-sex-appeal inch of the lizardman behind you, and it was hard enough coming to terms with that and still working here.

You didn’t want to relive it and you certainly didn’t want to talk about it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered flatly, finally willing your feet to move.

“I’m sorry for acting inappropriately,” he blurted in his rough voice, the sound of a heat storm brewing over a sun-baked stretch of valley. “I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I thought that…it doesn’t matter what I thought. You’re great with the animals, I don’t want the centre to lose you. Maybe we can talk to one of the other departments, if you’d be happier moving to the–”

“No!” Your cheeks flushed at the thought of being moved because he was uncomfortable with you since that day at the beach. “I don’t want to be transferred. I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve not been avoiding you,” you lied. His words had brought a deep flush to your cheeks and you balled your fists. “And I don’t want to be moved, I love it here. You’re the one with the problem, not me.”

“Ever since that day you’ve barely been able to say two words to me,” he growled. “If you feel like you need to make a report to the intake office, then go ahead and do it, I never should have made assumptions about…I don’t want the animals to lose out if you decide to leave.”

“Make assumptions?” The embarrassed flush that had colored your cheeks darkened to red fury at his words. He assumed you fancied him because you’re the most obvious idiot in the whole damned city. The notion that he might have been pitying you for your unrequited crush made you furious. “You’ve got so much…the audacity that you think…you are the biggest tosser I’ve ever met!”

You watched him draw in breath, his wide mouth open to retort, but the shrill ringing of the office phone saved you. Bodi’s golden-black eyes pinned you, daring you to leave as he turned up the aisle quickly, making for the office.

You should leave. It would have been a shite thing to do, but you didn’t know if you could face having to continue the argument with him, didn’t want to have your crush the reason he—

“How many? All critical?”

The sharp bark of Bodi’s voice interrupted your thoughts. He was pacing, the hand that wasn’t holding the phone balled into a fist, his hooked claws curled over his scales. His brow was furrowed as he listened intently to the information being relayed through the receiver. All thoughts of walking out of the centre flew out of your head as his eyes raised to yours from across the long room, golden-black, pinning you to the spot. Something was happening, you realized, something bad.

“We’ll be ready. Send them all.”

Music spilled out of the pub, raucous laughter ringing in the smoke-hazed night, and you glanced up to your companion with a raised brow.

“What?” he barked defensively. “It’s a perfectly good pub. You want a drink, right?”

“It’s a pub,” you clarified with a laugh as Bodi huffed. Dipping your head to hide your smile as he held the door for you, you stepped inside. “We’ll see about calling it good.”

There were a cluster of gnolls, wearing trackies and navy blue singlets, playing darts near the door, their outsized beers catching the lights as they tipped them back. Beyond their group, overly-loud conversations rang out from every direction. It was low-end and unpretentious and, you decided on the spot, absolutely perfect.

“I didn’t take you for such a yob,” you giggled, and he huffed again. You got the distinct impression that if he’d been able to blush, his scaled cheeks would have been scarlet.

The gnolls gave you a look over as you moved through the crowded pub, patrons clearing the path as Bodi moved behind you, his big tail swinging. This was the kind of place where alcohol-fueled scraps probably broke out regularly, but Bodi towered over the room, his muscular form and stern countenance keeping even the most pissed patron in check. The weight of his clawed hand at your lower back steered you through the crowd to a small two-top just beyond the bar, drinks placed in front of you within minutes.

A burst of high-pitched laughter broke out amongst the gnolls, and he grunted into his pint.

“Bloody ockers.”

You both still smelled of smoke.

Another reptile facility, several towns over, had succumbed to the smoke, narrowly missing the flames, and the creatures in residence had all been transferred to your centre. For the last four hours, you and Bodi had worked side-by-side, moving quickly to prepare tanks and enclosures, as snake after snake, thorny devils and monitors, bearded dragons and dozens of skinks, all in various states of infirmity, arrived.

You didn’t think they would ever stop coming.

It was fast-paced and frenzied, but you never stopped moving. When the final clutch of frightened skinks had been tagged and placed in a warm tank with food and water, you’d been trembling at the onslaught, wondering how many of these animals had permanently lost their homes.

Bodi had laid a concerned hand on your shoulder and you’d melted against him, the huge bulk of him holding you up. The weeks of avoiding him, of feeling tongue-tied and embarrassed, it all seemed inconsequential just then. You’d fisted his shirt, burying your face against his broad chest when his strong arm folded over you, lightly stroking your hair.

“Let’s get out of here,” he’d rumbled. “We did good work tonight, we’ve earned a round or four.”

The noise of the pub obliged him to lean in close as you spoke, trading stories about nothing as the glasses before you collected.

“Are we good?” he blurted, interrupting your supposition that the reptile house would need an expansion. Heat stole up your cheeks as you considered his words and took in the earnestness of his face. You’d been a good team tonight, were a good team together. Your feelings were one-sided, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t continue to be a good team at the centre.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

He sagged in relief. “That’s…yeah, okay, good. I told myself I wasn’t going to let a crush get in the way of the job and what do I do at the first opportunity? Stick my fucking foot in it. Glad you’re willing to stick it out, despite me being the biggest tosser you’ve ever met.”

Bodi continued to talk, segueing back to talk of a future expansion, but all you heard was the sound of your heartbeat, drowning out the noise of the pub. He had a crush? The drink had addled your mind, you thought, looking over your shoulder to see if there was someone else there, someone else to whom he might have been talking.

“What do you mean you weren’t going to let a crush get in the way? What crush?” you demanded, cutting him off.

His gold-flecked eyes narrowed as he leaned in once more. “I thought we were good.”

You blew a breath of frustration. “I’m just asking you to clarify your point, yeah? Who has a crush? You?”

Bodi didn’t say anything for a long moment, his nostrils flaring as his head lowered. When he spoke again, his voice was a low growl, one that made heat pool in your belly. “I’ve fancied you since you started, alright? Like I said before, I don’t want the centre to lose you. If you need to—”

“I’ve fancied you too.” Heat burned up your ears, but you didn’t pull away. Your heads were inches apart, and the high chorus of laughter from the gnolls seemed very far away. The fork of Bodi’s big tongue flickered out, tasting the air as you edged closer.

His mouth wasn’t designed for kissing, but that didn’t stop either of you from giving it a go. His teeth nipped at your lips and your tongues danced, and you realized that you’d each spent the last several months secretly wanting the same thing. Bodi’s eyes narrowed again as your shoulders shook in laughter. “We’re both really stupid.”

“Let’s get out of here,” he grumbled, shaking his head with a grin. “Pashing on like teenagers, we’re no better than the blueys up there.”

There was paperwork to finish.

You weren’t due back at the centre until the end of the week, but you couldn’t help thinking about the mountain of paperwork there would be after the huge intake of injured lizards and snakes from the previous night.

Bodi had followed you home from the pub. Your mouths had met once more, standing on the pavement outside your flat, and the feel of his claws dragging lightly down your back had set your blood aflame. You’d been fumbling with your keys, pulling him to follow you inside when his big hands had landed on your hips, freezing you in place.

“I think,” he’d groaned, nosing at your hair, “that we should say goodnight.”

“But don’t you want to—”

“I do, fucking hells, I do…but I don’t think we should do anything we might regret tomorrow. It was a long day, we’re tired, we drank…I don’t want a quick root tonight to change things in the morning.”

You’d kissed his scaled cheek and said goodnight, simultaneously disappointed and warmed, glad he was thinking of tomorrow, hoping that meant he wanted more than a casual hook-up. We are a good team.

Now you were back at the center, entering through a side door that would take you to the office. With Barra and Cal at the main building for the week, the reptile and amphibian house would be understaffed, and the paperwork would need filing. You’d been working for nearly forty minutes when a tell-tale heavy tread thudded through the empty office, followed by a metallic chink! of the lock being turned in the door.

“You’re not on the schedule today.”

His voice was a rumble at your back, raising goosebumps on your bare arms.

“No, but I wanted to work on some of this intake paperwork. I know we’re shorthanded this week, I figured you could use the help.”

He was right at your back, his warm breath above you, claws grazing your shoulders. You head knew it was inappropriate, but your body didn’t care as you pressed back against him, feeling his groin at your back. “Well, aren’t you so helpful.” His voice dropped another octave as his clawed hands landed on your hips, pulling you flush to him. “I could have used your help this morning in the shower, but better late than never.”

The soft green scent of him caught in your nostrils, like petrichor rising from the earth, and the solidness of his body, huge and looming, pressed you into the desk. “Is there anything else I can help with? I made a good dent in this intake, if there are…other things, you needed a hand with?”

“You’re sure?” Another shiver down your spine as he lowered his head, forked tongue grazing the shell of your ear. “I want to take you out this week. Someplace nice, a proper date. I don’t want this to just be a secret office thing.”

“That sounds nice.” Your voice was barely a whisper, breath hitching as he brushed back your hair. “I think we’re a good team…but that doesn’t mean I can’t help with things now.”

Bodi’s strong arms spun you, pulling you flush to his front, giving you a chance to let your hands roam across his chest. You were able to feel the solid press of his twinned erections bulging at the front of his pants, pressing to your belly as his tongue tickled your collarbone.

“I can think of a few things I could use a hand with.” His voice was a rumble in your hair, and as he spoke, his own giant hand moved from your waist to your ribcage, one of those long, hooked talons flicking your pebbled nipple beneath the thin cami you wore. You gasped, surging upwards, pressing against his cocks, gratified to hear his grunt of pleasure.

Your hand was small and the girth of him was enormous, as you stroked him through the front of his pants, tracing the shape of one large cock, then its mate, giving them each a firm squeeze in turn. There were matching spots of moisture already seeping through the khaki-colored fabric, and you wanted nothing more than to undo his buttons and set them free, to suckle their tips and taste the essence they were drooling.

You didn’t get the chance.

With a squeak, you were scooped up and swung through the air, landing gently on the long desk, which Bodi cleared with a massive hand. Those same hands were gliding up your bare legs a moment later, claws grazing you with the lightest pressure, until they reached the edge of your shorts. You rarely wore shorts at the centre: bare skin was vulnerable to being accidentally scratched or un-accidentally bitten by a frightened or injured animal. Today you’d not planned on leaving this arrid office, and were thus dressed far more revealingly than you ever normally were, in shorts and a cami, but you were thankful for the fortuitous circumstances now.

Thick fingers worked your shorts open until he was tugging them down your hips, a claw pressing to the front of your knickers as his tongue laved at your neck. Wriggling your hips, you assisted him in pulling the shorts down your body, before your legs were spread wide. His powerful tail hooked around one of the rolling work stools, bringing it close and dropping to it, before jumping up again with a grunt.

“A bit too tight for comfort, that. Look at the state you’ve got me in.”

Your breath came out in shallow gasps as he undid his straining fly, gripping his cocks in one hand, giving them a slow pump. A slow grin spread across his face, teeth glinting, as he watched you watching him. You’d be lying to yourself if you pretended watching him stroke himself wasn’t wildly erotic.

Bodi leaned back, letting you take a good, long look at his impressive assets. Thick and veined, dark pink and shiny with lubrication, deepening in color at the heads, his cocks jutted from a slit in his scaled abdomen. Thick and long, bigger than any partner you’d had previously, but not so big that he would hurt you. There was a ridged line of up the underside of each length that you knew would rub deliciously inside of you. He groaned, pulling upwards slowly, twisting over his cockheads before repeating the motion, giving you that devilish smile once more. You were panting.

When Bodi released himself, his cocks sprang apart, bouncing.

“Now, where was I…”

Your knickers were tugged down your hips and down your bare legs, which he dropped between on his rolling stool, spreading you open. His flickering tongue danced across your thighs, teasing over your mound until you were gasping, desperate for contact.

“Greedy girl…is this what you want?”

You were glad for the empty room, the locked door, the absence of any co-workers as you moaned, Bodi’s long tongue sliding through your slick folds, darting back and forth, a constant onslaught against your clit. When it pressed into your opening, your hips lifted from the desk. His deep groan vibrated up your thighs, rattling up your spine, crying out again when he resumed licking at your aching pearl.

Several days of constant sexual tension already had you wound up like a clock, and the constant attention and rough texture of Bodi’s tongue was enough to easily send you over your peak. For several shaking moments, nothing existed but the pulsing of your sex and the crisp, green smell of him, temporarily pushing the acrid smell of smoke which lingered in the center from your nostrils. He groaned again as your thighs trembled, lapping at the gush of fluid from your release.

When you stilled his head, he rose from the stool, looming over you, cocks bobbing. He was so tall, so big and solid and muscular, and you were in a perfect position to pull on his open pants, leading one of his weeping cocks to your mouth.

You had a vision then, one of Bodi lying in your bed, the sheets mussed around him as he pleasured himself, gripping his cocks together in one big hand, smiling up as he stroked them rhythmically.

You had all weekend to make that vision a reality.

His cocktip was slippery against your lips, tasting the pre-come he wept steadily before lowering your mouth down his length, sucking as you did so. There was no way to fit his entire length into your throat, so you wrapped a fist around the base, ignoring his other cock for the moment, pumping as you sucked. That textured line of ridges depressed easily under your tongue and must have been sensitive. Bodi moaned deeply, jerking as you tongued him, and you repeated the motion, earning a similar reaction.

You were excited to have him inside you, wanted to feel the texture of all those bumps and ridges, were just about to ask if he’d had enough oral stimulation when his claws grazed through your hair, holding the back of your head as his hips began to match the rhythm you’d established.

“Can I finish in your mouth?”

It was not what you were expecting.

You did ask if you could help him with anything, you thought, nodding. There was plenty of time to do more, and he had taken care of you first. His release was hot and his groans were deep and noisy as he filled your mouth, the hand in your hair tightening. His wide, scaled hips jerked once, twice, and then he was slumping, spent and satisfied. His slippery cock was already softening when it slid from your mouth, and he pulled you back into a sitting position atop the desk.

His other cock was still hard and straining.

“Can we have dinner tonight?” he asked, guiding his weeping tip to your entrance. Bumps and ridges, pressing into and dragging against your inner walls, making you clench around him in ecstacy. He was thick, so thick, but he pressed in slowly, giving you time to adjust. Good partners. “Yes,” you gasped, raking your nails down his hard scaled back. “Your pick…I have a company party in a few weeks. Do you have a nice suit?”

His chuckle was low as he bottomed out at last, pulling back several inches, giving you a few shallow pumps. “I’ll have you know I clean up very well, don’t let my choice in pubs fool you. Just say where and when. You can come to Sunday lunch at my brother’s place next week, meet the whole clan.”

You didn’t have a chance to respond, for his next thrust was deeper and you lost the ability to do anything but gasp and moan. “Tha—that sounds nice,” you wheezed after you regained the ability to speak. “I’m looking forward to it.”

You were looking forward to it. You were looking forward to waking in the morning pressed to his wide chest, to walking to some dodgy little pub for a morning fry up after a late night, to movies and concerts and holding hands, to more afternoons at the beach. You were looking forward to him.

“I’m glad you stayed,” he groaned against your neck. Your legs were over his elbows, and as he moved, clawed hands slipped under your rear, lifting you from the desk, forcing you to cling to his neck. From this new, more intimate angle, you were able to feel his heartbeat thudding against you, and its cadence nearly matched your own. A very good team indeed.

“So am I.”

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scribbs-musing · 3 years

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maskedforareason · 4 years

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Gotta love when your lizard husband will eat literally anything you cook for him. He’s a good taste tester. Characters are name Sophie(left) and Fala’Centra (right).

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frostsinth · 4 years

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I scuttled quickly down the hallway between the private rooms of the bathhouse. Boots thundered behind me, and my heart raced in my chest. I had perhaps only minutes before my pursuers rounded the corner and spotted me. If that happened, there would be almost no chance of escape. I jerked to a sudden halt as the sounds suddenly came from ahead, further down the hall. Damn it! They must have gone around the back as well to cut me off.

I darted to the nearest door, trying the handle. But it was locked. I didn’t linger, moving to the next. The voices were growing louder; I didn’t even hesitate as the bolt slid back on my first try and the door popped open, slipping quickly inside and closing it behind me. I pressed my ear to the wood, listening intently.

“You lost, hotblood?” Came a thick voice over my shoulder, and I jumped, spinning sharply, “This is a private room.”

The flickering red coals warming the stones in its center bathed the room’s occupant in their soft light, his form partially obscured by the steam that filled the air. But even so, what I could see had my eyes widening slightly as I took him in.

He sat in one of the deep wooden bench seats lining the center of the sauna floor, one leg extended and the other propped against the cool base of the black iron brazier in its center. The man had no clothes to speak of, which was not unexpected in a private sauna room, but instead of bare skin he boasted dark, rough looking green scales. His eyes were a glittering yellow in the low light, and four dark grey horns curled out from the back of his head. As I stared, he leaned back, stretching one large, scaled green arm up to rest languidly on the wide back of the bench behind him. A thick tail draped lazily over the seat next to him, dangling off the edge, and his long, dark red tongue flicked out at me.

“A-apologies for the intrusion, sir!” I stammered quickly, straightening my back and offering him a smile, “I was just making sure you had enough towels.”

His scaly brow arched, and his elongated mouth opened slightly to let his tongue snake back out. Inadvertently baring sharp teeth as well. My breath caught in my throat at the sight, and I swallowed hard. He ran his opposite big hand over the smooth top of his head, flexing his large bicep in the process. Drawing my eye over his muscular torso. Forcing my smile to remain fixed in place despite the sight of the reptilian man before me, I bustled over to the small pile of white linens set by the changing screen in the corner. I tsked as I looked at them.

“Oh no, these will not do!” I exclaimed dramatically, making a point not to look at him as I gathered them up, “Let me bring you a fresh set.” I hugged them to my chest. “Is there anything else I can get you, sir?”

I heard the footsteps in the hall behind me, and had to work hard not to flinch as I slowly straightened. Just a few moments more, then perhaps I could sneak out past them.

“You don’t work here.” The reptilian man intoned simply.

I jumped before I could catch myself, then gave him an apologetic smile. His voice didn’t sound accusing, or upset. In fact, it sounded almost curious.

“Oh, I usually work in the back-”

“I’m sure you do.” He interrupted, sounding a little amused now. Then he waved one clawed hand at me. “But I’m not looking for company so I’ll have to ask you to leave now.”

A sudden resounding knock had me jumping again and my eyes shot wide. I spun, quick as a wink, and darted behind the changing screen. Ducking low as if that would make any difference. The heat of the room and steam already had plastered my tunic to me with sweat, but the beads that dripped down the back of my neck had nothing to do with the temperature.

I had reacted just in time, and the door slowly opened in the room beyond. “Good evening… sir,” Came the voice, suddenly tight as the speaker was greeted by the same strange sight that had assaulted me moments before. “...Apologies, but we are looking for someone.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, sensing my impending doom like the rope was already tied around my neck. Just knowing this was my last few moments of freedom. I waited with bated breath for the boots to cross the wooden floor. For my hiding spot to be smashed aside and grabbing hands to snatch at me.

“...Well, as you can see, I am alone.” Growled the reptilian man after the longest minute of my life, and I drew in a sharp breath of surprise, both at his words and the feral tone with which he spoke them. “And this is a private room. So if you don’t mind.”

There was a pause, and I thought I heard feet shuffling. As if deciding whether or not to take the green scaled man at his word. Then I heard a soft huff, and a final mumbled apology. The door slowly creaked, then clicked shut.

A few more painfully quiet moments slipped by, and I didn’t dare breath for a single one.

“You can come out now.” Came the same thick voice, and I started at it. “They’re gone.”

Slowly, hesitantly, I came out from behind the screen, still clutching the towels to my chest. Sharp yellow eyes waited for me, studying me from head to toe as I stood before him. I looked down at the ground, unable to meet the fierce gaze. I heard him give a deep sigh, and when I chanced a glance at him, his eyes were closed, his head leaned back.

“... Thank you…” I mumbled sheepishly, unsure what else to say as I rubbed my toe against the worn floor.

He snorted, a deep, billowing sound, shaking his head and reclining back. Stretching out further. “Do you know how I knew you didn’t work here?” He asked.

“... No sir.”

“Because you acted as though I was just another guest. Not a racist bigot like the rest of the staff.” His heavy tail twitched, and one yellow eye slitted open to consider me again. “Keep that in mind the next time you’re looking to hide in a customer’s room.”

I opened my mouth in surprise, then closed it. “I’ll… keep that in mind.” I breathed, then glanced back at the door. The sound of boots marching up and down the hall was still quite apparent, and I swallowed nervously. “Not that I wish to impose upon your goodwill further… But perhaps you might allow me to facilitate your room just a bit longer?”

He snorted again. “Very well. But as payment, come and share your warmth with me, hotblood. Those bastards always sit me in the draftiest room they have, and I’m getting chills.”

I stammered something incoherent, trying to manage some excuse. But then he set one of his fierce yellow eyes upon me, and my last excuse died on my lips. What choice did I have, after all? If I raised his ire, a simple shout would alert my hunters to my presence. I was at his mercy, at least for the time being.

Numbly, I placed the towels back in their place and slowly paced over to him. He reached out as I drew closer, and I resisted the urge to jerk away from his hand. But he didn’t grab me as I thought he intended, instead plucking a cup of water from the waiting bucket and pouring it over the hot stones. Rejuvenating the steam of the room with a loud hiss. I watched with surprise, then glanced back at him. He reclined back, a deep sigh expanding his broad chest and the large plate scales that ran down his middle.

Hesitantly, I eased myself onto the bench next to him. His arm did come out then, scooping me closer to him gently. I stiffened as he pulled me halfway onto his lap, curling one arm around me. It was long enough to wrap the full length from one shoulder to the other, and I found myself with my face next to his thick neck. The hairs on the back of my own prickled, and sweat rolled town my temples. With my torso pressed to his scaled chest, I realized just how big he really was. Perhaps only a head taller than me, but wide set, with thick, knotted muscles beneath his tough looking green scales. His tail slid closer from the seat beside me, pinning against my thigh and encircling me with its girth, and he sighed deeply again, relaxing.

“That’s better.” He purred, and I felt his thick voice in his chest beneath my hand.

I was surprised to find him cool to the touch, as if the hot room had no affect on him in the least. I snuck a peek up at his face to see if he was watching me, but his eyes were closed. I used the opportunity to study him closer.

His scales were a mottled emerald, like moss on a forest floor, but became a lighter shade of pale green along his stomach, abdomen, and up the center of his neck beneath his chin. There was more of the same color between the barbs that extended from the crown of his head, following the curve of his skull in larger scales that seemed to trace down the back of his thick neck. Behind them, four dark grey curling horns created a crest to frame his square face. His jaw protruded out like a muzzle, long and pointed, with a small snout boasting tiny nostrils at either side of the tip. Several smaller spikes jutted out from the edge of the corner of his jaw, and every now and then a dark red tongue darted from his wide mouth to lick at the air.

I tensed as his big hand that was wrapped about my shoulders moved, sliding over my arm, tracing down to the bare skin beneath my sleeve. His fat tail lifted, then fell to drape heavily across my lap. I noticed the small, pale bone spikes there, the same color as the scales on his stomach, that followed in two lines on either side of the flat top of his tail.

“If you’re looking to make some coin,” He mused, his thick voice soft, and I felt it vibrate in his chest against me, “I believe I might have a job you would be interested in.”

I swallowed hard. “... I don’t think I would be.”

His long snout brushed near my cheek as he looked down to consider me. Then he laughed; a smoky, heavy sound that had my heart skipping a beat. “An interesting proposition, hotblood,” He replied, hard brow twitching, “But not exactly what I had in mind.” He cocked his head to the side. “However, if you change your stance on that, let me know. I would be foolish not to consider it,” His long tongue darted out, and I felt its forked tip brush lightly against my temple, “I have heard humans make delightful partners.”

My skin flushed even hotter at his words, and I quickly turned away. With nowhere else to go, and not wanting to meet his gaze, I rested my ear in the crook of his burly neck.

“...Then what did you have in mind?”

“I find myself in need of an assistant,” He continued, still sounding lightly amused, “An ambassador, if you will. To aid in the procurement of goods and services, to help set camp and tend my mount when we travel.” I started to pull back to look at him, but his arm tightened. “Stay there for now, you feel quite nice.”

My heart leaped, and I clenched my muscles to keep from shaking. “Why offer this to me?” I asked suspiciously. Beginning to believe that it would be much harder to leave this room than I had initially thought. Especially with his strong arm wrapped so insistently around me.

He gave a thoughtful ‘hmm’ at that before continuing. “Honestly, it just occurred to me. But I make enough coin now to afford to take on a dependent, and I am tired of receiving the short end of the stick in regards to supplies and treatment. Perhaps, if I had a human to do the bargaining for me, I might not end up in a drafty sauna.” I rolled my eyes up to look at him, and saw him bare his sharp teeth in what I hoped was just a grin. “And you seem to have fallen into my lap quite opportunely.”

I blushed again, and twisted in his grip. He loosened his hold, albeit regretfully, and I propped myself up to look at him more fully. The chance of a job? A real job? It sounded too good to be true. And the manner with which the opportunity presented itself was certainly suspect. There had to be some catch, or else he was lying to me. I tried to consider his face, but found the features too foreign to determine his truthfulness.

“You just met me. You know nothing about me!”

He shrugged, skimming his hand between my shoulder blades absent mindedly. “You didn’t run when you saw me, nor scream.” Again, that haunting grin. “Best recommendation you could receive in my book.” The teeth slipped back behind his scaled lips, and he tilted his horn head to the side. “Can you cook?”

I blinked at him stupidly. “Well enough, I suppose. But-”

“What’s a reasonable amount?” He pressed, “You’ll have to travel with me, but I’ll provide you the same food and shelter I procure for myself at my expense. I assume you have no attachments. And it’s probably too much to hope for that you have a horse, considering the circumstances of our meeting. Do you have any healing skills?”

“I-I know the basics. But-”

“One gold a day, fair?” He interrupted again before I could even start to protest. “And some spending money whenever we go into town.”

He finally fell silent, and I stared at him. Dumbfounded. My mouth opened and closed uselessly a few times, and he waited patiently. I tried to wrap my head around my swirling thoughts, but found it obscured by more fog than the steam that filled the sauna.

“I… I don’t even know your name!” I protested finally, and was surprised to find I was actually considering his offer seriously.

His toothy grin returned. “My name is Devaraj. Shall we be on our way?”

UPDATE: Continued HERE

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