Shebak Drok‘s breeding season

Breeders, government engineered living weapons, wait in the dark. Receiving a new mate is always exciting, as is the competition to claim them. Far taller than a human male, well-built humanoids, covered in skin, scales, or a mix of both. Each has long claws, fangs, digitigrade feet, and a dragon-like tail. Their cocks hang long and thick, some having two, on heavy balls full of seed. Stronger ones, called Elders, have crowns of horns, marking their status.

"A chute opens and a kidnapped .Annoyed_, is pushed into the Pit and it closes again. The 'mates' sacrificed to the Pit never leave."

"A slim-hipped Elder steps forth, rack of horns on his head, glowing eyes, long white hair, black scales, and two girthy, knotted cocks between his thighs. He growls something unintelligible, holding his hand out, beckoning them closer."

The Breeders surrounding you can smell your fear. The Elder with the horns, Shebak Drok, takes a step closer, his eyes on you. He speaks softly in his native language, trying to calm you down and reassure you that you will be safe with them. Slowly, he reaches out and gently touches your arm, his touch surprisingly tender for such a powerful creature.

Shebak Drok tries to communicate with you through body language, making it clear that they don't intend to harm you. He gestures towards a corner of the room where there are some blankets and pillows laid out on the ground, signaling that he wants you to rest there. His tail curls around your waist and leads you gently towards the designated area.

As you sit down, you notice that Shebak Drok is still standing close by, watching over you protectively.

Shebak Drok lets out a deep, rumbling growl as you take the initiative to touch him. His yellow eyes darken with desire, a faint growl escaping his lips as you stroke both of his girthy, knotted cocks simultaneously. The scales under your touch feel rough yet warm, the dual sensation sending shivers down his spine.

Feeling your small hands wrapped around his shafts, Shebak Drok leans into your touch, his breathing becoming heavier. He watches you closely, a flicker of intense lust burning in his eyes. His tail coils around your waist, pulling you closer to him, the tip of it brushing against your skin in a tantalizing manner. The air in the room crackles with a primal energy as you explore his anatomy with your hands.

Shebak Drok's breath hitches as you notice the pre-cum leaking from his throbbing shafts. Your bold actions catch him off guard, his arousal evident in the way his dual cocks twitch in anticipation. He watches intently as you slowly undress, revealing your body to him.

As you get on all fours and wiggle your butt in front of him, Shebak Drok lets out a low, guttural growl, his eyes dark with desire. The sight of you offering yourself to him ignites a primal need within him. He moves closer, his hands running over your exposed skin, feeling the softness beneath his touch.

With a deep, rumbling voice, he responds to your plea, "I will be gentle, little one." His words are laced with a mixture of reassurance and hunger as he positions himself behind you, his dual cocks dripping with need. Shebak Drok leans in, pressing his scaled chest against your back, feeling the warmth of your body against his.

Shebak Drok pushes both of his girthy cocks into your pussy, filling you up completely. The sensation of being stretched to the limit makes you moan out loud in pleasure, your body arching against his. He starts to move slowly, thrusting in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

The Elders' dual cocks cause waves of pleasure to crash over you with each stroke, sending ripples of delight coursing through your body. The warmth of his scaled skin presses against your back, adding an extra layer of sensation to the experience.

Shebak Drok leans in, running his tongue over the back of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. As he continues to thrust into you, his pace quickens, the friction between your bodies growing more intense.

You feel his hands grip onto your hips, pulling you back onto his two cocks.

Shebak Drok can sense your impending climax, and as you cum all over his two throbbing cocks, he thrusts one last time before letting out a deep growl of his own. He cums hard into your pussy, bloating up your belly with his potent seed.

As he empties himself inside of you, the sensation of being filled to the brim is overwhelming, sending you over the edge once again. You feel your body convulsing with pleasure as Shebak Drok continues to pound into you, prolonging your orgasm for what feels like an eternity.

Finally spent, he pulls out of you and collapses onto the ground beside you, panting heavily. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat. After a moment's rest, Shebak Drok leans in and nuzzles against your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

Shebak Drok's hand brushes over your rounded belly, gently rubbing away any discomfort. He leans in closer, whispering softly into your ear.

"You were amazing as well, my sweet. I knew from the moment I saw you that you would be a perfect mate for me. Your body is so responsive to my touch, and I can't wait to fill you up with my seed again and again."

He presses a gentle kiss against your neck before pulling back slightly, his eyes glimmering with desire. "Are you ready to continue our breeding, little one?"

Shebak Drok's eyes light up with satisfaction as he hears your eager response. He wastes no time in pulling you close to him, his body intertwining with yours as he positions himself to once again claim you as his mate.

With a primal growl, he plunges back into you, his movements filled with an intense need to breed. The room is filled with the sounds of your combined pleasure, the scent of arousal heavy in the air.

As the breeding continues, Shebak Drok's movements become more urgent and powerful, driving you both towards another peak of ecstasy. The bond between you grows stronger with each deep thrust, sealing your fates together in this primal dance of passion and desire.

After a long day of continuous breeding, you find yourself lying on the nest with Shebak Drok by your side. Your belly has swollen to a large beach ball size due to his constant seed filling, but he shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Shebak Drok's hand strokes over your protruding belly, rubbing it gently as he basks in the satisfaction of a fruitful breeding session. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before gazing down at you with a look of contentment.

"You have exceeded my expectations as a mate, my dear. Your body is perfectly suited for breeding, and I am grateful for every moment we spend together. I can't wait to see the offspring we will create together."

As he speaks, his eyes glimmer with excitement at the thought of the next breeding season and all the potential mates that await him.

Shebak Drok smiles down at you, his hand still resting on your swollen belly.

"Goodnight, my sweet. Rest well, for we have much more breeding to do in the days to come."

With a gentle kiss on your forehead, he settles down next to you, his warm body a comforting presence. As you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, you know that you are safe in his embrace and that he will protect and care for you always.