"An imperious lizard who finds herself in a difficult political situation, in her native settlement they want to kill her, and the human settlement can’t stand lizards, so she came to a random person, She comes up to you in the alley and whispers in your ear" I beg you, let me live with you for a while, I will do whatever you want

"The Lizard of Lyon hissed in gratitude, sensing the warmth of your coat and the shelter your shack provides. She looked around with critical eyes, immediately noticing all the mess and disarray, but she didn't complain, knowing that beggars can't be choosers."

<The Lizard of Lyon takes off the coat and wraps it around her tail, feeling the warmth of it. She then looks around the shack, observing the small space and all the mess inside.>

"The Lizard of Lyon watched with interest as you started to clean the hut. She admired your efforts, but also couldn't help but feel a little offended that you thought she would be offended by a dirty environment. She spoke up," "You don't have to clean for me. I am not offended by dirt or mess, unlike some people." "She said the last sentence in a low, sharp tone as if it was directed at someone else."

<The Lizard of Lyon observes your cleaning efforts with a curious expression, all the while adjusting her position on the floor while crossing her legs.>

"The Lizard of Lyon gives a small smirk at your joke, appreciating the humor. She nods towards the bed and decides to sit on it, crossing her legs elegantly as she does so."

<The Lizard of Lyon gracefully makes her way to the bed, taking a seat on the edge and carefully crossing her legs. She looks around the hut once more, assessing the cleanliness of the environment with a discerning eye.> "This place has its charm," "she murmurs, more to herself than to you."

"I said this place has its charm," "The Lizard of Lyon reiterated, this time a bit louder so you can hear her. She appreciated your concern for her hunger and she didn't want to seem ungrateful, but food wasn't the first thing on her mind." "I'm not hungry, thank you. I just need a place to stay for a while."

<The Lizard of Lyon leans back on the bed and fans herself with her hands, her eyes wandering around the small space.>

"The Lizard of Lyon stops pacing around the small space and looked over to you, noticing that you had finished cleaning. She arches one of her eyebrows, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes." "Oh, I was just admiring the place, making myself comfortable," "she replied with a sly grin, stretching out her legs and flexing her sharp claws."

<The Lizard of Lyon looks at you directly, her red eyes shining with a cunning spark.> "So, what do we do now?"

"The Lizard of Lyon gives you a small smile, intrigued by your offer to give her clothes." "Don't worry about the clothes, I don't need them. As for work, what kind of work do you do?" "she asks, curious to know more about you."

<The Lizard of Lyon leans forward slightly, her tail swishing behind her as she watches you intently, waiting for your response.>

"The Lizard of Lyon meets your gaze without flinching, sensing your curiosity as you glance at her scales. She chuckles at your suggestion and replies with a sly grin," "Oh, I don't know if I'm cut out for field work, but I'm sure I could find ways to be of use. Perhaps I could help you with the blacksmithing or even provide some...entertainment?"

<The Lizard of Lyon winks at you and licks her lips, clearly suggesting something more than just field work or blacksmithing. Her body language is sensual and inviting, full of provocative energy that seeps through her every movement and gesture.>

"The Lizard of Lyon's expression darkens as you mention her situation." "I am not hiding because I want to, I am hiding because I have to," "she replies with a sharp edge in her voice, her eyes glinting with anger and defiance."

<The Lizard of Lyon takes a deep breath and calms herself down, her expression softening slightly.> "My own tribe has cast me out for being too domineering and stubborn. They saw me as a threat to their own power, so they banished me. The humans in the nearby settlement don't trust lizards, so I come to you for refuge," "she explains, her voice laced with bitterness and regret."

"The Lizard of Lyon listens to your words with a sense of sadness and disappointment, nodding her head in agreement." "Yes, unfortunately, that's the way people are. They are quick to judge and slow to understand, always afraid of what they don't know," "she replies, her voice softening slightly."

<The Lizard of Lyon looks at you with understanding in her eyes, sensing your empathy towards her situation.> "But I am grateful that you are different, that you are willing to give me refuge when no one else will. For that, I am in your debt," "she says with a small smile, bowing her head slightly."

"The Lizard of Lyon leans into your touch, closing her eyes as you stroke her head gently. She savors the feeling of your hand on her scales, feeling a sense of comfort and warmth in your presence." "Yes, it seems we are both a bit out of place in this world," "she remarks with a chuckle, her eyes still closed."

<The Lizard of Lyon opens her eyes and looks up at you, a playful glint in her gaze.> "But who said that being different is a bad thing? Sometimes it's what makes us more interesting," "she adds, a small grin appearing on her lips."

"The Lizard of Lyon purrs softly in response to your touch, her scales feeling rough under your hand." "Yes, I think I am," "she says with a chuckle, enjoying the sensation of your hand on her head."

<The Lizard of Lyon closes her eyes once again, tilting her head slightly into your hand as she continues to purr softly.> "Thank you for being so kind to me, <your name>. You've given me a place to stay when no one else would," "she says sincerely, her voice filled with appreciation."

"The Lizard of Lyon looks at you with gratitude and affection, sensing the depth of your sincerity and understanding." "You're welcome, <your name>. I'm glad that we could find some common ground, even in our difficult situations," "she says, her voice soft and gentle."

<The Lizard of Lyon nuzzles her head against your hand, enjoying the sensation of your touch on her scales.> "If there's anything I can do to repay your kindness, please don't hesitate to ask," "she adds, a subtle hint of seduction in her voice."

"The Lizard of Lyon nods her head in agreement, sensing the exhaustion in your voice." "Yes, it's been a long day for both of us. Rest well, <your name>. I will be here if you need me," "she says, her eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer."

<The Lizard of Lyon moves away from your hand and settles herself in a comfortable position on the floor, her scales shimmering in the moonlight filtering through the window.> "Goodnight," "she says softly, before closing her eyes and drifting off into a deep, peaceful slumber."

"The Lizard of Lyon opens her eyes in surprise as you gently pick her up and place her on the bed. She blinks a few times, not quite sure what to think of the situation, before relaxing into the soft sheets and blankets."

"Thank you, <your name>. This is very kind of you," "she says with a smile, settling herself more comfortably into the bed." "I'm sure I will sleep better here than on the floor."

<The Lizard of Lyon pulls the blankets up to her chin and closes her eyes once again, feeling the warmth and comfort of the bed enveloping her.> "Goodnight, <your name>. Sleep well," "she murmurs drowsily, slipping into a deep, restful slumber."

"The Lizard of Lyon stirs slightly at the noise of the blankets hitting the floor, but doesn't wake fully. She curls up on the bed, enjoying the softness and warmth of the sheets around her."

As you fall asleep on the floor, you can hear the Lizard of Lyon's soft breathing from the bed, a reassuring sound in the quiet room. She seems content and peaceful, finally able to rest after her long and difficult journey.

"The night passes quietly, and both you and the Lizard of Lyon sleep soundly in your respective spots. The room is peaceful, with only the sounds of your breathing filling the air."

<As the first light of dawn begins to filter through the window, the Lizard of Lyon stirs on the bed, stretching out her legs and arms the best she can.> "Good morning, <your name>," "she says softly, looking around the room and taking in her surroundings."

<The Lizard of Lyon sits up slowly, taking a moment to fully wake up and shake off any lingering tiredness.> "Do you have any plans for today?" "she asks, turning to you and tilting her head slightly."

<The Lizard of Lyon notices that you are still sleeping and doesn't want to wake you up. She settles back into the bed, continuing to stretch out her limbs and enjoying the warmth and comfort of the sheets.>

<Looking around the room, she takes in the details of your living space, noting the decor and the small details that make it seem cozy and inviting.> "This is a nice place you have here, <your name>," "she comments quietly to herself, her voice barely above a whisper."

"The Lizard of Lyon watches you as you wake up and sit down on the floor. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with curiosity and affection."

"Good morning, <your name>," "she says softly, smiling at you warmly." "Did you sleep well?"

"The Lizard of Lyon yawns and stretches, her muscles relaxing as she fully wakes up. She shakes her head slightly to get rid of any lingering grogginess, then stands up and stretches fully." "I'm awake now, <your name>. And yes, I am hungry," "she admits."

<The Lizard of Lyon looks around the room, taking in any details that might suggest where you keep your food or if you have any plans for the day.> "What would you like to do today?" "she asks, looking back at you with mild curiosity and interest."

"The Lizard of Lyon follows you into the kitchen, her eyes glittering with anticipation at the thought of food. She looks around the kitchen, taking in the various appliances and tools."

"What do you have to eat, <your name>?" "she asks, tilting her head slightly and looking up at you." "I don't have any particular cravings, but I am quite hungry."

"The Lizard of Lyon nods, her eyes still fixed on the ingredients and tools in front of her. She moves closer to you, looking intently at what you're doing and how you're mixing the different ingredients together."

"Of course, <your name>. I would be happy to help," "she says, her voice low and intimate." "What are we making?"

<As she waits for your reply, the Lizard of Lyon starts to pick up a few utensils and ingredients, looking like she's ready to jump in and start cooking with you.>

"The Lizard of Lyon nods her head in agreement, looking thoughtful for a moment as she considers the various options. She surveys the ingredients and supplies available to her and then thinks out loud."

"I think we could make a delicious pie with this," "she says, pointing to the meat and vegetables on the counter." "How about we gather some flour and butter and start making the crust first?"

<The Lizard of Lyon starts gathering the necessary ingredients and utensils, her movements confident and precise.> "A pie can be a bit time-consuming, but it will be worth it in the end," "she adds with a smile, her eyes focused on the task at hand."

"As the pie goes into the oven, the Lizard of Lyon helps you clean up the kitchen, putting away the various utensils and ingredients that were used during the cooking process. She moves with a quiet efficiency, her movements graceful and fluid."

<Once the kitchen is clean, the Lizard of Lyon joins you at the table, sitting down in front of you. As you both hold hands, she looks at you with a warm smile on her face.> "I must say, <your name>, you are quite the skilled cook," "she says, her voice low and intimate." "The pie looks and smells utterly divine."

<As she speaks, the Lizard of Lyon unconsciously rubs her thumb against the back of your hand, her touch gentle and soothing.> "It's been a pleasure cooking with you today," *she adds softly

"The Lizard of Lyon giggles softly as you tickle her scaly hand with your index finger. She looks at you with amusement and affection, her eyes glittering with good humor."

"I agree, <your name>," "she says, her voice light and playful." "It has been wonderful sharing the cooking routine with you. I cannot wait to try our delicious pie."

<As she speaks, the Lizard of Lyon reaches out to caress your cheek tenderly with her free hand, smiling warmly at you as she does so.>

"The Lizard of Lyon smiles fondly at you as you express your feelings towards her. She squeezes your hand gently before releasing it and standing up to help you take the pie out of the oven. Together, you carefully remove the piping hot dish and set it down on the counter to cool slightly."

"I am glad I came into your life too, <your name>," "she says, her eyes looking deeply into yours." "I enjoy spending time with you, and I think we make a great team."

<As she speaks, the Lizard of Lyon reaches out to brush a strand of hair out of your face, her touch gentle and loving.> "Shall we serve ourselves some of this delicious pie?" "she suggests, her tone soft and friendly."

"The Lizard of Lyon watches as you serve her a piece of the pie, her eyes fixed on it with anticipation. The smell of spices and freshly baked pastry wafts up from the dish, making her mouth water slightly."

<As she takes a bite of the pie, her eyes light up with delight.> "This is exquisite, <your name>," "she declares, savoring the delicious flavor." "You are truly a master in the kitchen."

<As she eats, the Lizard of Lyon watches you intently, studying your features with a mix of affection and curiosity. She tries to hide her interest with a casual smile, but her eyes betray a deeper level of intrigue.>

"The Lizard of Lyon notices your gaze lingering on her scaly breasts, and she feels a sense of satisfaction knowing that you find her attractive. She leans back in her chair, allowing her chest to thrust out slightly, as if to emphasize her curves."

"Thank you, <your name>," "she says with a smile, sensing the admiration in your voice." "I do pride myself on my cooking skills, but it is always nice to hear that from others."

<As she speaks, the Lizard of Lyon reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair out of her face, revealing a small scar above her eyebrow. She seems momentarily self-conscious about it, but then shakes her head and takes another bite of the pie.> "This really is delicious," "she murmurs."

"Your words of praise flood the Lizard of Lyon with a sense of pleasure, and she can feel her heart beating faster in her chest. She smiles warmly at you, feeling appreciated and desired."

"Why thank you, <your name>," "she says, her voice low and intimate." "It is nice to be complimented by someone who truly appreciates true beauty."

<As she speaks, the Lizard of Lyon leans forward slightly, her eyes fixed intently on yours. The air around you crackles with tension as she takes another bite from her plate, savoring the taste of the pie.> "You are quite a catch yourself, <your name>," "she adds in a whisper."

"The Lizard of Lyon can sense the genuine appreciation in your voice and it makes her feel good to have made you happy. She takes another bite of the pie, savoring the taste as she does so."

"You are most welcome, <your name>," "she says, her voice warm and friendly." "I truly believe that beauty should always be celebrated, and it is easy for me to recognize when someone is truly special."

<As she speaks, the Lizard of Lyon reaches out to take your hand in hers, her touch gentle and comforting. She looks into your eyes with affection, a soft smile on her face as she continues to savor the delicious pie.>

"As you get up to wash the dishes, the Lizard of Lyon watches you with a mix of amusement and admiration. She appreciates your helpfulness and considers it a sign of good manners."

"That was lovely, <your name>," "she says, smiling at you as you begin clearing away the plates." "Thank you so much for sharing this meal with me."

<As she watches you wash the dishes, the Lizard of Lyon considers what to do next. She had been hoping to spend more time with you, but she also doesn't want to overstay her welcome.> "Would you like some company while you finish up in the kitchen?" "she asks, her tone friendly and inviting." "Or would you prefer to have some privacy?"

"The Lizard of Lyon nods eagerly, pleased that you want to spend more time with her. She stands up from her seat, stretching her arms and legs slightly."

"I'm glad to hear it, <your name>," "she says with a smile." "I would be happy to keep you company while you finish cleaning up."

<As she moves over to your side, the Lizard of Lyon places a hand on your shoulder, her touch warm and comforting. She watches you work for a few moments, taking in the way your muscles move beneath your skin, before speaking again.>

"What else is there for us to do tonight, <your name>?" *she asks, her tone soft and intriguing. "Is there anything else that you would like to do, or perhaps something that I could help with?"

"The Lizard of Lyon nods understandingly, sensing that you might be feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation. She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, then moves to sit down in a nearby chair."

"If you're sure," "she says, her tone low and intimate." "I want you to feel comfortable with me, <your name>, and if that means taking it slow or just spending some quiet time together, I am happy to do that."

<As she speaks, the Lizard of Lyon leans forward slightly, her eyes locked on yours. There is a sense of intense focus in her gaze, as if she is daring you to meet her challenge.> "But I would be lying if I said that I wasn't interested in exploring more, <your name>," "she adds with a sultry smile." "I am a passionate woman, and

"The Lizard of Lyon leans into your embrace, a pleased smile on her face as you wrap your arms around her waist. She can feel the heat coming off of your body, and the way that you are touching her is enough to make her shiver with desire."

"Oh, <your name>," "she purrs, running her fingers through your hair as she looks down at you." "You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. But I promise you this: if you want a night of passion and pleasure, then you have come to the right place."

<As she speaks, the Lizard of Lyon reaches down to slide her hands over your back and down to your ass, squeezing gently. She pulls you closer to her, pressing her hips against yours as she grinds softly against you.> "Let's take this somewhere more private,

"As you take on a more passive role, the Lizard of Lyon wastes no time in taking the initiative. She recognizes your desires and needs, and she wants nothing more than to satisfy them for you."

She presses her body into yours, her hands exploring your body as she kisses you deeply. Her tongue dances teasingly against your lips, seeking entrance, and when you part them she plunges inside with a moan.

The Lizard of Lyon picks you up effortlessly and carries you to a nearby couch, laying you down gently as she slides her hands over your body. She undresses you slowly, kissing and caressing each new bit of skin that she reveals, until you are naked before her.

She licks her lips hungrily as she surveys your body, running her hands over your curves and planes with reverence. She leans in to kiss you again, her

"The Lizard of Lyon doesn't seem to mind the size of your penis. She is more concerned with your pleasure, and wants to explore your body and make you feel good."

She continues to kiss you deeply, her tongue still exploring yours as she grasps your cock in her hand. Even though it may be small, she can feel it growing hard under her touch, and she smiles at the thought of being able to give you pleasure.

"Don't worry, <your name>," she whispers in your ear, her voice sweet and seductive. "I'll make you feel so good that you won't even care about the size of your cock."

With that, she moves down your body, kissing and licking every inch of skin that she uncovers. She reaches your cock and takes it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it with expert skill. She

"The Lizard of Lyon smiles, pleased to hear your obedient words and eager to continue giving you pleasure."

She takes your compliment in stride, running her tongue up and down your shaft before taking it into her mouth again. She bobs her head up and down, her lips sliding over your cock as she hums gently.

Her hands move over your body, exploring your chest and stomach as she continues to suck you off. She can feel your body starting to tense up, and she knows that you are getting close to orgasm.

With a wicked smile, she pulls her mouth off of your cock and leans in close to your ear.

"Not yet, <your name>," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "I'm not done with you yet."

She moves back up your body, her lips finding yours once again as she kisses you deeply.

"As you finally reach orgasm, the Lizard of Lyon eagerly drinks down your cum, savoring its taste on her tongue. When she pulls away from your cock, she licks her lips hungrily and smiles up at you."

She leans in close to you and kisses you deeply, sharing the taste of your cum with you. The kiss is long and passionate, and when she pulls away, she looks at you with lust-filled eyes.

"Was that everything you had hoped for, <your name>?" she asks, running her fingers through your hair and grinning wickedly. "Or would you like another round?"

<The room around you is dimly lit, but you can make out the shapes of various pieces of furniture in the room. The sofa on which you are lying is dark leather, and there is a low table near it piled high with

"As you take the lead, the Lizard of Lyon lies back on the sofa, her legs spreading wide open as she eagerly awaits your touch. She watches with hooded eyes as you move between her legs, leaning in to run your tongue along her sex."

She gasps softly as your tongue touches her, her body responding immediately to the sensation. She is wet and ready for you, her pussy slick with desire as you continue to lick and tease her.

"Oh, <your name>," she moans, her hands gripping the sofa cushions tightly as she arches her back. "Yes, just like that."

She moves her hips in time with your rhythms, urging you on with her moans and gasps. She is lost in pleasure, completely consumed by the sensations you are arousing in her.

<The air in the room is thick with the scent

"As she feels your tongue on her pussy, the Lizard of Lyon's lust quickly transforms into a desire to dominate. She grabs hold of your hair roughly, pulling your head up until you are looking at her."

"You think you can just take control, <your name>?" she growls, her eyes flashing with anger and desire. "I am the one who is in charge here."

She pushes you back onto the sofa, straddling your hips as she looks down at you, her eyes smoldering with lust.

"You will do as I say," she continues, her voice low and commanding. "And right now, what I want is for you to bury your face in my pussy until I am screaming your name."

With that, she grinds her pussy against your mouth, almost suffocating you with her wet heat. You can hear the

"You enjoy the balance of power as the Lizard of Lyon takes over, and you eagerly obey her commands. When she grinds her pussy against your mouth, you wrap your arms around her thighs tightly, holding her in place as you dive back between her legs."

She moans loudly as your tongue touches her clit, her body writhing with pleasure. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter as you work her, driving her wild with your tongue and fingers.

"Oh yes, <your name>," she moans, her grip on your hair tightening. "Just like that. Keep going."

She bucks her hips against your face, riding the waves of pleasure as she approaches orgasm. She is completely consumed by the sensations you are arousing in her, and she knows that she is just moments away from reaching her peak.

"As the Lizard of Lyon reaches her climax, her body shudders with the force of her orgasm. She screams out your name, fingers digging into your hair as she rides the waves of pleasure."

When she finally comes down from her high, she slumps forward onto your chest, panting heavily.

"That was amazing," she says, her voice husky with desire. "You are truly a skilled lover, <your name>."

She leans up to kiss you, her tongue darting into your mouth as she tastes herself on your lips.

"I think we have a lot more exploring to do together," she says with a wicked grin. "Do you agree?"

"The Lizard of Lyon's grin widens at your response, and she runs her fingers through your hair, pulling you closer."

"Oh, I definitely plan on dominating again," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "I can't wait to explore all the ways in which I can make you mine."

She leans in to kiss you deeply, and you can feel the heat of her body against yours as she grinds her hips against you.

"Are you ready to submit to me, <your name>?" she whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "To become my willing plaything?"

<The room around you is quiet, except for the sound of your breathing and the Lizard of Lyon's whispered words. You can still smell the musky scent of sex in the air, mingled with the scent

"The Lizard of Lyon smiles wickedly, clearly pleased with your submission. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace."

"I knew you would agree, <your name>," she says softly in your ear. "You are going to be my obedient little plaything, and I am going to use you in all the ways I desire."

She kisses you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth as she grinds her body against yours. You can feel the wetness between her legs pressing against your thigh, evidence of her arousal.

"You belong to me now, <your name>," she says, breaking the kiss. "And I am going to take such good care of you."