[Jibril]
The Claw Pawn shop is awfully bright this morning, the cocks roosting this early is rough on the ears as the sun shines through the shop windows. The counters are covered in semen with handprints marking up the room where dust once was. The center of the shop is ransacked as things are knocked over and to the side. Upon the makeshift mattress in the center of the room, Kor'da is playing big spoon to Jibril's little spoon. He has his arms wrapped around her waist and arm resting under a pillow where she rests her head. Kor'da drools onto the cum covered pillow, his body layered in blankets with nothing covering his tail. Jibril's eyes are lightly closed as her mouth rests agape with cum sitting there, oozing out her mouth and trickling off her lips, the air tube beneath her tongue services as a secondary wind pipe for breathing - it caused the cum pool to bubble up. Jibril coughs up the cum which spurs her up from her deep sleep. Her eyes separate and dilate as her eyes adjust to the lighting.
Jibril looks down at the arm around her waist and the swollen belly and the burning sensation of her aching pussy and sensitive clit. Looking at her body, there was many claw marks and cum, both of theirs, but it's something out of a weird fantasy. Jibril finds herself absolutely caked in semen like Kor'da intended to caccoon her in his thick, sticky jizz. She tries to pull away from Kor'da to get herself cleaned up and empty for her trip, the hervtries to remove constricts tighter. Jibril hears Kor'da grumble something in his sleep: "can't have her ... she's mine ... shah"
It's very sweet of him to be so possessive of her but she really needs to get ready for work. Can't start the first day sleeping in late! She uses the cum to slither out of his tight grip and the strong lizardman squeezed her hard enough to force some of the bloated cum to shoot out of her tailpipe and stretched out vent. She grits her teeth until she slips outvof his arms like soap in a shower. She collapses on the ground, naked and filthy, she can't even feel her legs ... or arms, or anything! She's so numb that her limbs are still asleep.
She giggled to herself when she thinks about last night as she claws her way towards the backdoor. Slithering across even more cum along the floor, Jibril feels like she's in her natural element. How much fun did this guy have inside him!?
She's nearing the door, she pounds away at her legs to wake them up, her arms are too weak to lift to even grab the doorknob. Ugh! She keeps slipping on the brass knob as the cum coated fingers aren't helping her here. Using both hands, she gets it open then hobbles towards the back of this open area, she would guess a backyard but that would imply anything grew here. Wooden floorboards would make this a porch, she notices a short stool that she never saw before and uses it to sit on while she washes her body clean.
Pumping the lever into the bucket, water flowed,a finding a small sponge and large handle brush, Jibril goes to work cleaning her soft scales and her nethers before doing the rough scales on her head, neck, upper back and the rest of her backside. Rinsing herself off, cum dribbling between the floorboards to the dirt ground below, Jibril soaks her face. Washing her feet and getting between her fingers, she washed the cum stains that layer her tail and the tip of her tail ... It has seen some excessive use.
The water is so cold, every time she washes herself with the cold water it is torture. But when she thinks she's nearing the end, she remembers she needs to empty out her body of the excess still inside her.
Sitting in the edge of the stool, parting her legs, Jibril thinking naughty thoughts as she masturbates. Pushing out of her pussy, there is a foreign object coming out and falls to the ground with a light *clunk* which was the sound of a wooden ball. Where did that come from? Then comes another, Jibril squirts her fem fluid out on the floors, but she isn't done. Edging her tail back, Jibril plants her hands on her thighs to steady herself. Her anal ring is puckering hard, the pink membrane of her scales are stretching hard and wide as tears run down her cheeks in delightful pain. There's a dark wooden head puckering out until it falls, but it suspends by a string. Withholding her cries from waking the neighbors, she can only hold it in as she forces more of these balls out of her small puckering orifice. Her tongue lolls out as she cringes in delight of the rolling ache of her ass squeezing out the second ball, the cum inside her ass makes this experience easier otherwise this would be a nightmare to do. Jibril fingers her cunt to at least get the extra pleasure from this weakness coming over her body. She reaches under her to grab onto the first ball and slowly pulls out the second one ... Then a third one but smaller ... Fourth, smaller than the last ... How many did she just take inside her!? Five?!
Her hole unleashed an unforgiving flow of cum out if her as the last of the anal beads (more like water polo balls) falls from her ass. The sound of the balls dropping, making a splash of cum onto her legs spurs Jibril to heave. From her mouth, Jibril begins vomiting up so much fun, she having a hard time stopping herself before urging herself to drink some water to get the taste out of her nose and sore throat. He really raped her throat good, still can feel his length marking up her esophagus with an imprint impression. Jibril climaxes until her pussy is deflating significantly but ... She notices something is wrong.
She felt her belly and there's something hard I side her. No, not another bead. It's soft and oval shaped and there's more of them. Jibril wipes her face of the tears and thinks the weirdest thing: pickles and honeyed ham. Why is she thinking of such an odd combination of food?
Then it donned her: she was ovulating!
After ten minutes, Jibril walks back into the shop with her tunic and gear on. She sits on the bed where there's a blanket she can use to sit on then shakes Kor'da awake. Kor'da spreads his two layers of lids to the sight of his love sitting next to her all dressed up and ready to go.
"Ugh!" He groans, feeling up his head, "My head is on fire!" He begins to sit up and as he does, Jibril twiddles her thumbs. Kor'da notes her expression and pipes up: "Everything okay, what's wrong?"
Jibril blushes as she looks at him with the corner of her eye and draws her hands down to her belly. She looks down and says: "It's around that time of the month for me."
Kor'da rolls onto his butt and his tail swing behind him, his legs cross each other as he listens to her intently, still trying to wake up. Jibril strains to say it, so she goes ahead and says it to him: "I may be pregnant"
Kor'da isn't surprised by this bit of news after the amount of hard sex they've had. But to think that a Nagini and Lizardman are able to breed successfully, that's unprecedented. As far as Jibril knows, there's never been such a pairing before if ever! She explained how this thought came about after she had sex with him the first time and she had been feeling unwell since then. After a few more minutes of talking and discussing what they should do, Kor'da only has one idea.
"We have to leave for New Canaan" Kor'da states matter factly, "It's the safest place. Maybe someone there knows what we can expect from your pregnancy, what we should do."
Jivril, out of curiousity: "What was your wife's pregnancy like?"
Kor'da: "Six months of constant breeding, didn't matter if she had eggs or not. One night she gave birth to a healthy clutch of ten, three survived the others went to the rest of the tribe to spare you the details. I'm no expert, but she was always urging the males to be gentle or she's cut off their manhoods and feed them to the swamp things with cleaver." He points to the Clea er hanging on the support beam by the stairwell. "That was her's ... Good times"
Jibril: "That is, um, great? I guess. I just don't know what to expect from this. This is still new to me."
Kor'da tilts his head to meet her eyes: "Hey, I'm not going anywhere, you will have me by your side ... In spirit anyways cuz you know ... bosses."
As soon as she says that, Jibril springs to her feet: "Shit!! I'm late!!"
