He let out a grunt of pleasure as he coudl feel the first flickers of her tongue on him, spurning him on and helping him to find his rhythm. IT was a fast and frantic rhythm; one that saw him clutch her head and set his hips into overdrive, sliding his smooth prick past her lips, cheeks and even into the top of her throat with a speed and insistency she was barely prepared for. More of the sickly sweet, gooey pre filled her mouth as he set himself rocking faster, and faster. Lewd sounds filled the clearing, and every eye was watching her topless form getting desecrated by the lizard.<br/><br/>"Remove the kilt, spirit warrior!" He bellowed everything like it was a command from the gods; to their fans it was exactly that. "Remove it, and place your fingers inside your own warm body to prepare yourself!"<br/><br/>The way he rapidly pounded into her mouth there was no way Janica coudl do anything with her tongue anymore. Her full concentration now was on relaxing her throat as much as possible, to fight the gag reflex that would occur naturally whenever his member drove into her particularly deep, and for the most part she succeeded. His dick now moved almost frictionless, so well lubricated was it by her salvia and his precum, and she could feel her head being pulled towards him with every forward thrust.<br/><br/>Then his next command came. Finally a hint of other, more interesting things to follow. So the face fuck was only the beginning, and he wanted to take her in other ways in front of the whole tribe. To publicly reduce her to be his fuck toy. She should be shocked, but her loins already tingled at themre thought before her hands had even sprung into action. Which they now did as they went down to her waist and undid the kilt as she was ordered, letting it slide to the floor and exposing her bare buttocks to all the lizards watching. The crowd had been at rapt attention already, but now a murmur could be heard, and secretly, unnoticed, and to the shame of their owners the occasional other lizardman penis also started to stir at the sight of their warchief kneeling in that position in the center of the clearing, stark naked except for her necklace.<br/><br/>Still there was the other half of her order, and so her left hand immediately moved between her legs. With a practiced grip her thumb started to rub over her clitoris, and it did not take long until she could insert first one and then two fingers into her wet tunnel, starting to pump inside her with increasing frequency as her juices started to flow and coat her hand. That was better, although it was far from the real deal. Moaning was out of the question the way her mouth was filled, but she continued to drive her fingers into her, starting to make slurping sounds that were overshadowed by the general commotion.<br/><br/>One of the lizardmen watching with rapt attention was Garlax, an hour ago warchief of that same tribe, and he was torn inside. On the one hand this scene was most humiliating, and definitely not something any warchief of the tribe should undergo, not even a warm blood. Especially not one who had spared his life when there was no need to. On the other hand he was among those whose loins reacted to the developing scene, whether he wanted to or not.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>