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How it happened?
That’s a good question. A… Very good question. I mean, we’re between us, so you know how it ends. But how did it happen? Hmm.
See. We were in the Scorched Plateaus. We were hiding there because after an escort, we’d had heat on our asses. The nearest City, Akven, knew our faces because one merchant escaped and pointed out our den.
We lost everything in the move: our gold, our weapons, our supplies. We had no silver coin to our name, and you’d imagine nobody wants to try their hand in the Scorched Plateaus. Too many predators, too many man-eaters.
We’d lost a few people during the move, too. Two remained behind to hide our stuff elsewhere, but they were caught. We lost one big Half-Giant to a sand hole dug by those nasty insects.
And more left because, to be honest, it wasn’t looking great. Plus… We were at the edge of the Sunlands. You know how it is. One day you’re a bandit, another you want to go clean.
No, no, don’t act as if you’re not thinking it.
I wanted it, too.
I played with the idea one night at the campfire with Lead, our chief, Snarf, and Shiv. Two Humans, one Half-Orc, and a Gnoll. We could have been a joke to everyone.
‘You heard the story of the four bandits at the camp?’ kind of story. But I’m circling the topic, yes.
We were around the camp, twitching at any sound.
It could have been another group of bandits, a man-eater. It could have been the guards coming to see us because… A fire isn’t discreet at all. But the nights were rough, and we were damn cold because we forgot the pelts, too.
I remember I rubbed my hands, hoping I wouldn’t lose my fingers while I kept them by the fire. Well, it’s not that cold. But I was afraid of it.
“Don’t burn yourself. You’re our only hunter,” said Lead.
He is a bastard. But he is smart.
He was unshaven, but his eyes were still sparkling as he looked for another prospect. We could push to another city, a long trek, once we lost heat. Or try it again. Or find another road. Any option was good, but none was that good. You know? Good once you’re in, bad when you’re out.
You don’t want to spend days hungry scouting a route to find a good ambush spot. Or fight another clan that had settled there before you. No option was good enough, as even Shiv wasn’t going for it.
And Shiv… Fuck. I love him; he’s a good guy, and he is good with the Spitters. But it doesn’t always click inside. But even he could feel everything was going to shit. Losing our gold hurts, losing our stuff hurts… Yeah. We were down in the gutters.
Then I said.
“Yeah. But I’m fucking cold. And tired. You don’t know how difficult it is to hunt without help!” I shouted, waving my fist.
“Are you complaining?”
“Sun, yes, I am! You don’t see how hard it is. Shiv could help me drag the bodies.”
“We need Shiv to protect the camp.”
“From what?” I shouted back. “From a man-eater? I don’t care.”
“You’re good enough.”
More like he said, I’m expendable.
Lead is good with plans. But he’s crappy with people. I know how he glared when I dipped into the food we scraped. And since there was so little wood around, we couldn’t keep meat.
You can complain about dried meat, but you don’t know how good it feels to eat dried meat when your stomach has been hurting for days!
I was starving, and he told me to get over it! Fuck… I was so pissed off that when it was daylight, I left the camp with my bow.
I had… Three good arrows left. The others were broken, or the tail was too dirty. Crap shots, crap days. Still, I was under the plateaus, trying to keep my head under so I wouldn’t be cooked from above.
Plus, I had to watch not to go near the oases; that’s where the man-eaters wait. Buuuut. That day, I was lucky.
I was not only lucky. I was god. I killed a little Stone Buffalo, and I had dry wood around. I heard the plateaus used to be a forest… Stupid thing, but if you search around, you can find plants or wood. I had the latter.
I lit a fire because I didn’t care, and I was darn hungry. I didn’t have anyone to help me carry it, so... I cut a leg and ate it. The meat was so juicy and good.
I was not stupid, though. It cut the other legs and attached them to my belt, so I could bring all back to camp… But… that was it. I couldn’t carry more.
I brought the legs to camp. Fuck, they were venerating me.
I brought Lead and Snarf with me back to the Stone Buffalo. But guess what? Yes! No body!
Nada, no Stone Buffalo. Nothing.
A puddle of dry blood, and the two nagging me because they saw I lit a fire before. Lead spun it as treason. And Snarf followed.
So I had to find another Stone Buffalo and bring it myself, easy? Yeah. Sure. With two arrows and my scrawny arms.
I found the herd again. I shot at them, trying to hit the calves. But no dice. I thought I had a clean hit for calf’s neck, but a bull jumped right in. I ended up with nothing.
I was fucked. I was damned fucked because I’m good at shooting. Throwing blades or fighting in melee? Not so good.
I was about to drag my sorry self to camp to admit defeat. At that point, I was sure I was kicked out of the group, cooked… Or we’d abandon the plateaus and hit the road.
But you can guess what happened?
Yes. Him. The first Spitter.
I called him Bronze because he had shiny bronze scales. Well, bronze scales are not rare, but I didn’t know much about them. It was late evening, and sunlight was still reaching between the plateaus. I was turning left when I heard it.
A big ‘thump’! You know me, I looked over my shoulder to see what it was. And here was a Spitter. Big, hulking Lizard on back legs, twice my size. So tall, it could easily climb up the plateaus. That’s where they hide during the day, though.
Getting cooked where nobody bothers and hunts the night before they hide again. I was about to lose my shit when I turned on my heel and cried.
I cried so loud, I was like a damsel in distress. Fuck, I’m still laughing at how stupid I was.
I cried and ran ahead, though I was so stupid that I forgot where the camp was. And… I was still screaming when I hit an impasse. Clean. No footholds. It was the perfect spot to get your back against the wall.
I was fucking screaming bloody murder… And I peed myself a little, but don’t tell anyone. I protected my face with my arms while I screamed and… Then?
A lick.
Yeah! He licked my damn arms and face.
I stopped screaming for a second, and he stopped. He looked at me and let out that big, angry hiss. I screamed again, and boom, he relaxed and licked me. That’s when I learned and experienced the cry for the first time.
You don’t believe me? I was the first to discover the cry! I had my pants soaked with piss, and I cried until I had that beast bending his head towards me and licking my face.
Just a few little high-pitched notes, and it was all happy… Or… Well. Too happy.
I only noticed after that the cock rubbing against my leg while Bronze rubbed his face against mine. I didn’t notice, but… Spitters. Big purple cocks from a slit, the thing as large as an arm.
I recoiled, and that was my ‘big mistake’.
I dropped, cried again because I fucking hit my ass against a stone and it hurt… But I couldn’t cry because Bronze stuffed his tongue inside my mouth. Yes, full Sun-kiss.
My eyes were round just like yours, and I was thinking: ‘The fuck is happening? Am I dying? Will I die? What’s that thing doing?’
Plus… That tongue is coated with poison, but I didn’t know. I only knew when I noticed how numb I was. Fingers and toes first, then the tongue and mouth…
They’re not good man-eaters like the others. But too much of their poison, and it can go wrong. Not when they’re rutting. Still, I was already seeing myself dying from the poison. Choking on a Spitter’s tongue, feeling that poison pumped into my stomach, while I could barely breathe.
To be fair, the poison tasted good even if Bronze had terrible breath, so… I would not say it’s the worst way to go. For big lizards, they’re gentle.
That tongue might be going down my stomach, pumping saliva and poison in. But it was gentle, and it didn’t hurt so much… Even when Bronze pulled it out and left me gasping and gagging… And certainly facing that purple cocktip pointed right at my face.
That was when I knew I was fucked in more ways than one.
Fuck. You don’t know him, but Bronze could purr. And he purred in front of me while he poked my face with his cock. It was prehensile, but I swear, Bronze was too smart for his own good.
They’re way too smart for what they are. You think they’re beasts that will eat you when you step the wrong way? No. The moment they know we are their bitches, they won’t attack you. Not once.
I tried to skip it, though.
I mean, I’ve been fucked in the throat by Bronze’s tongue, and he had his dick pointed at me, so I tried to slip. I scooted left, then crawled. But my arms were so weak, I ended up collapsing on the ground.
I even ate a mouthful of sand while I squirmed… But guess what. When I turned and looked over my shoulder, Bronze wasn’t roaring. He watched me, then followed with each step, taking it slow to get closer.
I was cooked. I’d already peed my pants. What else? Crap them?
Heh. I could have when Bronze roared, making me freeze. I looked at him… And he looked back before he approached and had that cock once again pressed to my face.
This time, though, he had his throat bulging, and even I knew what it meant. Danger if I refused. Or it meant rut. Mainly rut. But rutting Spitters are dangerous.
I had that cock pressed against my numb mouth and then… I told myself, ‘Fuck it’.
My mouth was numb, and I had a big Lizard ready to kill me if I refused. I was stuck in a crappy situation.
I ended up just… Opening my mouth, and there went the tip. Riiiight in.
It wasn’t glamorous. Sun. It was even my first time with a guy, imagine how terrible that was. Luckily, the poison got me numb.
You know how it is with reflexes. Stuck something in your mouth too deep, and you wanna puke. Same for the smell or all. Here? I had a Lizard cock covered with slime I knew nothing about, and my nose was pretty dead, too. But I forced it down, and it wasn’t so… Bad?
I mean. Sucking a lizard’s cock isn’t good. But I wasn’t doing badly because Bronze was still with us. But still, I had that lizard cock going right into my mouth, and I felt it tingle at the back of it. Then, deep as it slipped past my tongue. It went throat-deep, and it wiggled along the way.
It was so weird; I was freaking out when I had that tentacle-like cock rubbing against everything inside. I even had my hand on my neck, feeling the little twists and moves it made. It was moving all around, and I was starting to feel weird when there was that… Fuck. That slime went into my stomach.
Dunno if it’s really the stomach, Arch tells us it is with the membranes… Still! When it landed there, I was struck.
My eyes widened as I felt everything more clear. So clear. The little nooks in the rock, the wind lifting the sand in little volutes. And then more. I could see Bronze’s scales and the slight reflection from the dying light. I could see the eyes peeking at me. I could observe the contraction of those muscles.
I was seeing everything. It was my first shot, but it was so intense, I was almost cumming from the sensation of my pants and underwear brushing against my cock.
I was hard, so hard, and I knew I was a dripping mess. And then, I bobbed my head back and forth. I didn’t know what took me, but I felt I had to do it.
And I did. I sucked that lizard’s fat cock, had it pumped in and out until I had Bronze trembling and almost roaring. I feared for a second he was about to lash out when I almost had my teeth scraping his shaft. But he was fine.
So damn fine, even his tail smacked the ground loudly, like a tremor. I was fucking afraid he was about to call some man-eaters. At the same time, you know how the first shot makes you feel.
Warm. Fuzzy. Good. No pain, no old wounds, no problems. I was free from the pain, and I was slurping on that lizard cock like there was no tomorrow. I was almost choking on it and drooling all over myself when Bronze began to groan and shudder.
Then… His tail stopped, went rigid like a stick. I was baffled.
I almost drowned in Lizard spunk, too.
I mean. Who could guess they release so much at once? I didn’t. I sunny didn’t because when he shot, I had moved my mouth back, and the first shot hit my throat and mouth. It even hit the back of my mouth so much that I even had Lizard spunk in my nose. I tried to blow it out, in reflex, but Bronze advanced, and I was stuck choking on that fat Lizard shaft.
I had his scaly belly pressed against my scalp, and that slit was practically at my lips while he was rumbling and digging his claws into the ground.
Imagine if it were a Giant or something as smart saying, ‘Don’t move, bitch’.
I would’ve scooted my way out if I didn’t have that cock stuffed in my throat. But as he came, as that big Lizard trembled and planted his claws in the ground… I felt that spunk in my stomach. So heavy and fuzzy.
It was good. It felt good. It is good. But you know how it is. I was weirded out by how heavy my stomach felt. I felt that spunk settling in, weighing on it.
I even had my hands pressed on it, feeling all the slosh and moves and tumbling inside whenever I moved. But you know what I didn’t feel?
Hunger.
I wasn’t hungry at all when I clutched my belly, feeling that cock pumping in my lips.
I was almost like a merchant prince, my tummy feeling good and my mind relaxed.
I wasn’t even angry at being forced to please a big Spitter anymore. I was just so happy and drunk, I smiled.
It was so good, too… I didn’t even notice I was starting to pass out.
Sure, Bronze continued to fuck my mouth and all.
He was still thrusting while his claws dug into the ground, lifting more sand. And I was too busy bobbing my head back and forth. I had my face covered with Spitter precum.
I had a lot on my face, on my beard, even in my hair. That was crazy… But crazy was how I just… blanked.
One moment, I was sucking the Spitter’s dick, feeling my belly so full I wondered if I’d explode. The second, I was waking up with a sore throat and a sore belly against a Lizard.
I knew what I’d done, what I’d let that big Spitter do to me. And I was thinking about getting my revenge, too.
I had my knife, and I had the big Spitter sleeping by my side, all curled up, offering his neck. I clutched my blade’s handle when I saw his eye open on me. He blew air on me, sniffing me. Then he opened his mouth wide.
His teeth glimmered brightly with saliva threads sticking to them. I was about to piss myself again, thinking, ‘Oh god, he’s gonna eat me’. But nah.
He didn’t eat me… He just.. yawned. Like I wasn’t something he was afraid of. Desert takes me, right?
I was so afraid. I dropped the blade while he returned to yawn and sleep.
With his body, he’d protected me from the cold temperature and the other man-eaters. I saw traces after I gave Bronze the slip and strutted around.
In the scuffle, I’d lost my bow, and I found it back with the rope snapped. But there were traces of man-eaters all around it, leading to the impasse where Bronze was. He’d chased them and Sun, without him, I’d died that night.
I didn’t. But I was a mess.
I was covered with Lizard spunk from head to shoulders. I had bad breath, my clothes were dirty, and all. You know what I did.
I found the nearest water spot around, and I cleaned my clothes. Well, I stripped and dipped my rags in the water ‘til the water was brown.
I was sure the place was safe. There were plants, but no traces of man-eaters. As for the prey, they didn’t care about me.
You’d think I’d be smarter when I was around the Spitters, but… I didn’t know.
I didn’t know that Spitters can rut for days and that once they’ve got a mate, they stick to it.
I was thinking about how to handle the Lizard, perhaps to kill it, when I heard something big enter the water behind me. And that was Bronze.
He wasn’t sleepy anymore, and his big body rumbled with satisfaction when he dipped his feet into the oasis.
He eyed me, then dipped into the water like a splashing kid in a fountain. Meanwhile, I was still trying to scrub myself. I even dipped into the water, splashing my face when Bronze was back. Not only was he back, but he was close.
So close… And his cock was pressed against my hairy back, rubbing against it.
I swore on the Sun’s name that day, so loud I even frightened the prey. But Bronze? He wasn’t bothered at all when his dick pressed on my back like someone using their weight to make me bend.
I screamed because my back was kinda sore, but then… He had that long tongue on my back, applying the poison to it. No more pain.
I told you Bronze was smart.
So… I was no longer in pain with that Lizard slobbering all over my back. And how did it end? With that tongue going along my back, to my tailbone, and then my ass.
My fucking ass, he rimmed and licked like it was gourmet meal. Well. I’d cleaned myself in the water, so no problem… But Sun. You know how weird it is when you have a Lizard up your ass, and you were prepared.
I wasn’t. I didn’t even know they could do that, but I had that tongue going up my butt, wiggling inside… And I almost felt it go to my stomach.
It coiled and twisted and swirled and turned.
I felt like I’d been force-fed a sausage from the ass, and when I had my hands on my belly, I felt that tongue going in and out. I was skewered, and I would’ve screamed but… no pain. Not an ounce of pain while I was still bending over and having Bronze sucking and licking my ass clean. He coated it all with saliva before he pulled out and left my hole…
Storm. It ached.
The poison always makes your hole ache, but I was at the edge of fingering myself in front of Bronze just to get off before I had his elongated cock push against my rim. My eyes widened as if I was about to get skewered by him. And… He planted me.
His entire dick went in, and I squeaked. I sunny squeaked while my pucker was split open.
I gasped and dry-heaved. I even spat in the water while my cock was hard against my belly.
I had Bronze’s legs on either side of me while he pumped inside me with his dick. He didn’t move his legs, so I used them as support, gripping them while his dick went in and out, splitting my ass in half.
I cried and moaned the same, feeling like my asshole and my tiny pleasure spot were crushed from within. I was like a whore in a brothel getting handled by a Goliath, but worse.
I cried and moaned and squeaked. And that dumb Lizard rumbled like he was so satisfied to pump inside my ass and leave it ruined. Well… He ought to be a little proud. But damn him.
I was getting my guts stuffed, and I heard him snort like it was the best thing to mess with a human. And then, he gave me real gut punches.
The bastard was good at it. So good when he had his cock pushing all the buttons to make my groin go hard and then… Boom. Burst.
Came. Ejaculated, yada yada. I blew my load against my belly and into the water before I knew it.
I gasped and gargled. I even spat some blood because I bit my lip too hard. But… That was one hell of an orgasm. And the best?
It wasn’t over, not even. No, Bronze… He didn’t cum. So instead, he continued to fuck me. And I came again and again. I lost count, seriously. But he fucked me so much, I was about to drop headfirst into the water and drown.
My legs were barely holding on while he continued to pump deep inside my ass. My belly bulged like I’ve been stuffed with babes. I felt it, too, the throbs as he was getting really riled up.
His cock hit deeper than before, and his breath was getting real fast. So fast, I was wondering if he, too, would drop when he was done. Lucky me, he didn’t.
Instead, he roared with his head up while he came inside my ass.
And… that was something. First orgasm, you know. The feeling of being stuffed, the pressure inside, the weight on your legs, and whatnot. I was definitely caught off guard because I almost had his cock slip out of my ass as I dropped to my knees.
I held my head up and high… But higher was my ass while he continued to pump and dump inside me. Then… When he was done, he shook himself, pulled out, and went to the spot where I left my clothes to dry and dropped like a dead weight.
Me? I had to take a few minutes to catch myself.
I had to… Well. Pull on my cheeks and force out all that Lizard spunk. It didn’t feel so good, and my knees trembled when I was done…
But at that point… I was already thinking, ‘That’s it. You’re done. You’ve been marked as Lizard bitch’
I was so over it I might have let the others, Lead and all, come and laugh at me; I wouldn’t have batted an eye.
But no… I dragged my sorry self, leaving a trail of cum behind me like a snail, and dropped against Bronze.
He didn’t even raise his head to look at me, because he was so satisfied I’d given up.
I dropped, closed my eyes… And he was still there when I reopened them.
I’d slept what?
Three hours? But I felt better, and luckily, my clothes were dry enough to put on. More than that, Bronze didn’t even stop me or… Try anything funny.
I even bent over in front of him without thinking, and nothing happened.
Lucky me, right?
Well. Not exactly. Or I was?
Sun. I don’t know how to explain it, but having Bronze around was good. Having any Spitter is good. But when you’ve got a huge Lizard following you when you want to return to a camp with people who don’t know sands?
That’s hard. But I returned to them after shooing Bronze away.
As expected, Lead shouted at me, saying he thought I was dead, as if it was really important. Shiv and Snarf shrugged. And… I thought that was it.
You know, the return to the pointless hunts and trying to survive. Nobody would know I’d been fucked by a Lizard, that's done and over… And all.
But no. No, it wasn’t.
It's never that easy. I slept at the camp, then I returned to hunt after I had the others’ help to prepare new arrows. And as soon as I was out of the camp, Bronze was here.
I heard his stomach rumblings, and he sniffed at me ‘til I gave him some jerky. Then I was out hunting again.
The advantage to have when you’ve got a Spitter following you is that no man-eater will dare to approach you. With their poisonous spit, their tails, and their bodies, they can wreck anyone’s shit. The first time I saw Bronze fight a Daram, those giant toothy Rhinos, he broke the beast’s back and ate it.
The problem when you’ve got a Spitter is they won’t share and always want a share.
Still, I was able to hunt easily and convinced Bronze to carry the meat on his back, then carry me.
After a week, I was on his back, shooting and hunting while he followed my orders. Smart, I told you. So smart, he always knew when I was dirty and wanted to take a bath to get behind me and fuck me…
And… I was less and less against it. It felt good, it was nice, plus I had a beast that made my life much easier.
The situation at the camp improved since we had food and no man-eaters around. Lead was calmer, even asking me how I was hunting so well lately and so on… Well. I didn’t reveal Bronze’s presence, but… You know how lies never last long. It was Snarf.
I had been getting too complacent, you know. Never hiding my tracks, allowing Bronze to prowl closer and closer.
Plus, I wasn’t refusing him much.
I was bending over a rock, getting my ass wrecked, when I heard steps, and Bronze stopped.
But that was too late. The moment we stopped, Snarf had stepped around the corner and seen us. Right away, Bronze roared and pulled out.
My ass? Fuck, I thought I’d gone inside out while Snarf was getting a taste of the fear I’d gotten from Bronze. The poor guy was a good fighter, but a Spitter running at you?
He peed himself and was on his back when I calmed Bronze down.
And so came the questions.
“What’s that?” “Why are you naked?” “Did you let it fuck you?” “Are you crazy?” “How long?” And so on.
No, Snarf isn’t stupid like Shiv. But the more he asked, the more it felt like he was disgusted and angry at me for letting Bronze have his fun. Worse, he was pointing fingers at my cum-stuffed belly and how I should have killed that man-eater before he approached the camp.
That was when I saw Bronze’s cock… And patted Bronze on the neck, making him lower his head. Then, I told him to ‘kiss Snarf’.
I knew he could understand me because he sorta laughed when I stubbed my toe on a rock, once. And… I was right.
A moment later, I watched Snarf getting his mouth stuffed by Bronze’s tongue. I saw his cheeks fill up. I saw his dick going hard inside his pants. I saw his throat bulge.
All his snarl and frown were gone as he sucked on Bronze’s tongue. And less than five minutes later, I had Snarf sucking Bronze’s cock.
The walk back home was kinda awkward for us… Buuuut, he was convinced Bronze was no danger. Better yet, he was fine with me hunting and even joining.
I think it took him two days before he bent over and felt the hit of Spitter's cum from the ass.
It is truly different, though. On the front, it makes you wake up and feel hypersensitive. It’s the base for our elixirs before combat. But in the ass? It makes everything sweet and soft.
The evening after Snarf got fucked, he was all on a cloud… So much so, Lead was starting to ask questions about whether I drugged him or something.
I couldn’t exactly say no because I knew how Spitter fluids affected people. But I told him I did nothing, so… Lead dropped it and then… He left.
He went to get the boys who might have survived since we’d lost heat. But… Those days without him?
Oh. I remember waking up hearing Snarf sucking on a cock.
I opened my eyes and saw that Shiv was still asleep while Snarf was sucking and impaling his throat on a cock. Then, I felt something rubbing against my back. Believe me, I was surprised, but when I looked over my shoulder, I saw it was Bronze. Then, when I glanced ahead, I saw that was another Spitter.
I am sure to this day it was Bronze who brought him here for Snarf because the poor guy was latching on to that cock like it was the best thing in his life.
Meanwhile? I was again getting that dick pushed inside my ass and fucked so loud. I swore I would’ve woken up the dead… Well. No, really. I cried a lot because Bronze was extra pent-up and made me cum so many times.
The thing is, I didn’t shake Shiv at all. The guy was a heavy sleeper, and he didn’t even notice we were fucking right beside him.
To this day, I remind him of that whenever I pass by. But fuck. I laughed so much when Snarf and I pushed the two Spitters out of the camp before waking him up.
The poor Gnoll didn’t even ask why we had cum sticking to our faces; he only asked where Lead was, because he forgot, and then we went on with the day.
I went hunting with Bronze. I left the two at the camp. And when I returned, I found the other Spitter being worshipped by Snarf while poor Shiv still looked dazed, naked with his asshole fucked all the way to the Hells.
“You let your Spitter fuck him up?” I asked Snarf.
“Why not?” replied Snarf. “They’re about to move in. Better to warn him.”
Hell of a warning, I’d say.
But that was true. Snarf’s Spitter, Spine, moved in the camp. That was when we decided to name our Spitters, and when Shiv was up and about, we explained what they were and how it all happened.
Poor guy was ready to book it, but after a day or two, he warmed up to them. Well, he certainly warmed up to Spine because that bastard was a relentless fucker with such a libido; only two guys were not enough for him.
He constantly had them bloated and stuffed, to the point we even recut Snarf’s pants and shirt to adjust for his cumguts. But… The camp was much better. We had food. We had security. We didn’t have to worry much.
Well. We worried about how to explain everything to Lead, but that was over the moment he walked in on our Orgy with the other guys.
I had Bronze fucking me in the ass while I was on my back, while Snarf and Shiv were worshipping Spine’s cock altogether.
So you can guess how loud Lead’s gasp was to make us perk up and turn towards him. The Spitters were almost ready to run after him because they pulled out and snarled at him.
But they didn’t have.
No. See, the funniest thing about those days wasn’t how Snarf peed himself. Or how fucked up was Shiv after his first fuck with his eyes rolling while we stuffed his mouth with sticks. No… It was the moment I had to chase Lead, naked and riding Bronze, through the rock tunnels.
He was screaming his lungs out as he ran as fast as possible. The old guys, too, ran ahead of him. Dagger, Jaunt, Sand. They were there among the lot.
They all screamed until I smacked Bronze’s side, making him climb onto the plateau, then drop ahead of them like a trap.
That was the moment our ‘brave’ Leader cried his lungs out and dropped onto his ass. Plain, just like that. Full drop on his ass, pee, too… And crawling back while asking not to be eaten.
Oh.
He hates when we talk about it. Same for the others. But that was a good moment, and it taught him to be a little more considerate.
We brought him back to camp with the others, shared food… And then came the awkward explanation. I told them everything about Bronze, how he was smart and all. Then how he helped me, though he’s a horny fucker and all.
It was a long and tedious explanation, especially when I had to explain I sucked a Lizard’s dick and they were all disgusted and almost throwing up. But… I got my point across, and after a while, they were more interested in how they could use them.
Bronze was evidently sleeping through this while I was reclining against him when Lead asked the big questions.
“Are there more like Bronze and Spine?”
Sun, help me. He can be smart. But the moment he said that, Bronze stood up and strutted away while Lead asked if something had gone wrong.
I only told him everything is fine and that he’d return.
And return he did.
With five more Spitters who, contrary to him, dragged their cocks on the ground.
Bronze dropped on the ground behind me and returned to sleep while I was almost raising a toast to Lead and the others.
“To your wedding!” I laughed, Snarf joining, and then Shiv. Oh. That was a night.
I had to guide them through it, to show them… I strolled into the camp with a skin full of wine while they were fumbling around.
Lead even tried to refuse it, saying he was too proud. But the moment he got a hit of Spitter's cum? He was almost throwing himself at the cock, enough that he forgot to receive their Sun Kiss. He almost threw up before we got everything under control and redid the introduction.
That was a hell of a good night, ending with Bronze once more fucking my ass before we went to sleep.
And after? That’s when everything kicked into place. Lead had always complained about our lack of mobility, but with the Spitters? That was easy. They were smart, and Bronze was good at conveying the orders.
It took us maybe a month, relatively short, to have all the Spitters ready for mounted combat. That was also when I felt my belly being stuffed and heavy. I was going gravid, see. And Bronze was always watching for me, sniffing the air in my presence to protect my sweet ass.
I had a belly I was hiding from the others, though the Spitters were avoiding me, except Bronze. They knew I belonged to him, but it mattered little.
We had our mounts, and Lead was ready for our first ambush.
There’s no point in watching a road or a path when you’ve got mounts. And our first attack was a complete success. We took one convoy, had all the supplies we needed, and then… We settled.
Not at the Plateaus, they’re too risky. But our little cove in the Iron Spikes is perfect. Lil’ home in the mountains, carved and far from the other dens.
Well, we had to fight for it, but Spitters are good as mounts and even as turrets. Have you seen their accuracy? They nailed any bastard trying to defend the place. And for those who survived, they were smarter to join us.
Everything was going well. So well.
The sole issue was the fact that I was visibly pregnant, and the others were showing signs. Mainly Shiv and Snarf. We were worried something was wrong when I felt the contractions. But I had Bronze and the others by my side when I started to lay the eggs.
Everyone knew what would happen, and nobody was surprised when, on the floor with my legs spread, the first egg rolled out of my gaped ass.
Lead tried to grab it, but Bronze roared at him before he grabbed the egg in his mouth and strutted away.
He returned on time to collect the three eggs left. Snarf confirmed and saw that Bronze had installed the eggs in a little nest he’d made in the former stables. And… That’s how it started.
I mean… Spitter husbandry isn’t something you’d expect. But laying his eggs and then having to take care of them with Bronze’s help was the first step for us to develop something like a cavalry.
I am still unsure if we would have survived without them, to be fair.
And Bronze? I do not regret the day I met him. He was a rough cunt, and that’s a shame he’s gone. Still, whenever I see one of his sons… One of our sons being ridden to an ambush, I am proud.
And that’s why I am telling you everything.
I mean. One of his sons sniffed you and claimed you. In a way, you’re part of the family now. You’ll be fucked by him, he’ll protect you, you’ll lay his eggs. Extending the line for our Spitters.
I still doubt how it works and how it’s possible.
It has to be some fucked-up magic from deeper in the Sunlands. Maybe they’re not so natural… Let’s be honest, they’re way too smart, and they keep getting smarter.
But we’ve got no way to prove it’s true. I tried one day to ask Bronze to guide me on where he comes from, but he always refused; the same for the others.
So maybe we’ll never know.
Maybe it’s for the best never to know where they come from.
But I get the inkling it doesn’t matter as much. We’re all happy, we’re forming a big family. We don’t mind walking around naked, nobody bothers if we’re fucking in public, and as long as the Spitters are fine, we can even fuck each other.
Isn’t it a great start to our story? How a fucked guy like me help a few bandits become a mercenary clan? Ah… Don’t piss on my parade. The story is great.
Now. Go take a swig.
Then, it’s time for us to meet our lovers. What? You’d think I wouldn’t let any Spitters in after Bronze left us? Bitch. Bronze would have loved to have all the Spitters fucking my cunt if it was possible.
Plus, it’s one of Spine’s son so he’d approve I got more hatchlings from him. So stop asking questions. Our lover wants something from us, and we’ll give it to them, whether or not you want it.
So drop your pants and be ready for a Spitter’s Kiss.-
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