The Scry-Sphere zooming around Hera is practically shaking with how much the announcer is shouting in nearly orgasmic shouts, "What a comeback! What athleticism! The spells, the thrills, this new team is shaping up to be a favorite!" The draconian, apparently relatively used to the experience of battling crawlers and very aware of the danger Hera presents, focuses exclusively on her, holding up an arm to protect himself from what he expects is going to be a fatal blow given the fierce look she gave him. When that changes to her grabbing hold of him and rolling him back onto his back to ride, his head leans back with incredible pleasure.<br/><br/>One of the draconian's hands wraps around Hera's wrist and the other moves up to her chest, squeezing lustfully as his hips do their best to thrust up at her. Frankly, Hera's strength is enough that the lizard can hardly move, her body slamming hard onto his cock and nearly pushing the air out of him with her fucking. His legs scrabble behind her for purchase, trying to shove as deep into her as he can until he explodes with cum, filling Hera as his body's thrusting slows. Hera's tongue along his lizard cheek brings a groan of pleasure and submission out of her, fully understanding the gesture despite the lack of cultural connection.<br/><br/>Hera's promise to him brings a look of terror to his face and he practically gasps out, "Yes, no, scuttling." He scrambles back on his back and gets up only to take a face full of magic missile that blasts him back into the rock.<br/><br/>"Not a bad way to fucking go through!" screams the announcer with a laugh as the Scry-Sphere turns to show Lani, hand raised and cum dripping down from her face. "And a kill for Lani, this team's got some FIRE behind it!" The Scry-Sphere wizzes around to her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The day more or less won, Kieri starts taking in the view of their current Crawl. At a quick survey of the battlefield, she gets the lay of the land. Of her team of five, four are standing and looking mostly uninjured, if some are a little cum-splattered and all are a little goopy with pink slime. Still, they're looking mostly ready for scrying. Rali is missing, though from the moan of pleasure that just came from behind a nearby rock outcropping she's not far. Three, no wait make that four as Lani blasts one, of the draconians are dead, one is masturbating and ensorcelled by Ilhanna and the last is probably fucking Rali. The wizard that came at them earlier is still lying stunned from a magical blow at the beginning of the fight. Scattered around the battlefield are four Scry-Spheres still trying to escape from goo, easily enough saved now that the fighting is done.<br/><br/>She begins to think tactically as she examines the battlefield. Actually, those wizardly robes on the far rock aren't filled with a body. The masked mage must have taken opportunity of the chaos to teleport or otherwise magically get away. Hope that doesn't come back to bite us. It looks as though apart from the mask, the wizard left everything behind; robes, boots, gloves, even a set of silk undergarments and socks.<br/><br/>Speaking of biting us, Kieri notices that each of the draconians are wearing necklaces made from what looks like shark teeth and little shells. She smells the air for water, but the scents of sweat, sex, and that sweet goo are a little too much to get a good whiff. All the same, there's some kind of water nearby for these creatures to have them.<br/><br/>A quick scan of the area for useful things or loot is a bit of a failure. There's some scattered books that are tossed down near where the Crawlers teleported in, they look to be spell theory books written in some kind of dragon text, the dragonmen had bits of armor and simple swords, and the robe from the wizard is left behind. On the other hand, there's actually a couple of empty bottles near the magic theory books and the pink goo that dripped off of the party has formed enough of a puddle that Kieri's relatively sure she could gather some of it like a potion of horniness.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The last remaining dragonman in view of the party as a whole faces down Ilhanna, baring his teeth and looking ready to strike until she speaks to him. A shudder goes through him and he quickly tosses his blade to the side, clattering uselessly on the ground. With his claw still wrapped around his cock, he continues masturbating, the newest command compatible with this one enough that he can keep on doing his thing. With the sword thrown to the side, he kneels down on one knee and grovels out, "Please, spare Knash's life." He shivers again at the psychic power working through him and begins to scoot on his knees closer to Ilhanna.<br/><br/>"Let Knash lick boots please? Knash will be good. Show Knash feet? Mommy?" he begins to babble out, the simping command's familiar response washing over Ilhanna as certainly her own mystic cabal's psychic connection fills her mind with lusty requests. The draconian practically craws to her leg, stroking one hand up her leg while he furiously jacks off with the other, at very high risk of splattering her boots, completely heedless of the thousands watching around the world and the other three Crawlers nearby.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Just behind some rocks is the third Crawler, currently being absolutely slammed with draconian cock. The sounds of moaning have drawn the attention of one of the two active Scry-Spheres, peeking around the corner as though spying on the copulation. The loud moan from Rali brings a hushing sound from the lizardman and a tightening of his tail around her neck. "Silence, quiet," he growls out, though it's too late to actually hide this fully. He, unfortunately, doesn't know that.<br/><br/>The dragonman keeps his arm wrapped around her to grab her chest, his fingers squeezing and lightly clawing her as he pounds her from behind. When she leans her neck back, his face moves forward to the crook of her neck and shoulder, licking and smelling her deeply before murmering out, "We can fight later. For now, we enjoy." For all of this, it doesn't seem like he's making a big effort to ensure she is enjoying things, just absolutely pounding her pussy with all he's worth. The lizard cock's ridged length provides some extra sensation, though he's fucking her hard enough that it almost just becomes the feeling of a larger dick. He wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her curled toes off the ground, holding her up with strong arms and desperate fucking. "Mmmn, I'm close," he growls out against her soft, fair neck. The cock pulses inside of her, promising a huge explosion of seed.<br/><br/><strong>Rali is missing! The draconians are slayed! The day is won! Off from this large cavern is a downward curving tunnel of rough stone that goes further into the Crawl. What do you do?</strong>