The dull thunk of your head against the stone floor causes your captor no concern as he positions you to fulfil his needs. Your raised rear however, provokes another pause from his pursuit of pleasure as he strokes a single cheek with his hand, soft ridges of skin trailed by three minute claws tips. Their movement ends between your legs and the lizard man extends his fingers to prevent damaging this other delicate part of your body.<br/>After that precaution he raises his palm into the flesh on either side of your slit, grunting in frustration when he realizes how dry it is. He turns his hand around to rub the area with a single knuckle, moving a little closer to your stomach, searching for the single most sensitive point on the outside of your body. He is not interested in your pleasure; he just wants to bring you into the necessary state of arousal to enter you. “Are you a maiden?” he inquires in an unsure tone.