Crusch’s Crush

Sighing softly, Crusch walked across her village, eyeing up the large barn-like wooden hut off on the outskirts up on a hill, looming over the entire town, one of the biggest buildings around. The lizardmen didn't need big houses to live in, with most of the families living in the village sharing a single room in a small hut, which left the larger barn sticking out like a sore thumb. Of course, everyone knew full well the beast that called the building his home, Crusch especially, as she'd been given a very special, and very unenviable, task. The pure-white scales of the young woman glimmered in the sun as she walked to her task, a slightly nervous look on her face as she idly played with the colourful bead necklace across her neck, a simple brown loincloth around the druid's waist to hide her womanhood. Getting a few sympathetic looks from the other lizardmen as she made her way to the edge of town and up the hill, Crusch stopped at the door to the barn, her hand hovering over the handle as she took one final deep breath, a faint masculine and feral musk already stinging her nose as she glanced over her shoulder, spotting that she was all alone, with none of the other residents of the town wanting to come near the barn, especially now. Opening the door and stepping in, the lizard was immediately hit with a wave of musk, the pure stench of sex making her blush and cough slightly as she fanned the air, gulping as she heard some low growling coming from the shadows on the other side of the barn. Walking deeper in, the woman's eyes quickly adjusted to the dark, her tail curling around her leg as she looked up at the great four-headed beast sniffing the air, all four pairs of eyes focused on her. 

Rororo was the pride of the lizardmen clan, a giant hydra easily able to match a hundred soldiers on the battlefield. The leader of the clan, and Crusch’s mate, had taken the hydra and hand-reared the feral beast from a young age, taking good care of the four-headed male. Rororo was usually fairly well-behaved, but a very special time of the year left the behemoth much more unruly than usual, a few of his heads snarling and snapping while the rest eyed up the visitor with interest. The hydra had ruts like any other wild beast, though his multiple heads also meant multiple ruts, sprinkled throughout the year. On the rare occasion however, multiple, or even all four, of the ruts would happen to coincide all at once, leaving the male ten times more horny and ornery than usual. With his normal ruts, the hydra could simply get through it with very little differing from the everyday care provided for him, but whenever his cycles happened to coincide the situation was very different, requiring a slightly more hands on solution. During the more intense ruts, the male absolutely needed relief, he might well break loose and cause havoc all over the town otherwise, but the lizardmen couldn't simply get him a female hydra to mate with. This meant that someone needed to handle the feral's needs, preferably a druid who could safely use magic to take care of business without getting into trampling range in case the male happened to get a little too excited. Being the mate of Rororo’s owner, and one of the most powerful druids in the village, the dubious honour of getting to relieve the hydra’s lust therefore fell onto Crusch’s shoulders. 

As the young woman took a few steps closer to the snorting and huffing hydra, she couldn't help but to glance down between the beast's back legs, spotting the red twin tips of the male's hemipenis already peeking out from his genital slit, a steady stream of slick precum pouring out like a waterfall, trickling onto the stone floor. Though she wasn't the biggest of her kind, the snow white lizard felt even smaller than usual as she stood in front of the feral towering over her, the druid's tail giving a nervous flick as she tried to calm herself down. Crusch hadn't ever had the “pleasure” to take care of her mate's pet in such a way, having only heard rumours about the last time that Rororo’s ruts had lined up, every mention of the last time only making her that much more anxious. Since the subject of pleasuring a feral to take care of its needs was a rather taboo topic, the lizard hadn't exactly had a lot of tutoring about how she should be doing it, leaving her to handle it all on her own. Crusch had certainly had her fair share of experience taking care of her mate's needs, but she was fairly sure that a four-headed hydra thrice the size of the biggest draft horse she’d ever seen might be quite different from her husband. Still getting used to the heavy scent of lust thick in the air, the white lizard glanced off to the side of the large room, blushing slightly as she spotted a large wooden bowl sitting on the floor. The bowl was large enough to require two hands to have any hope of lifting it up, looking like one of the dishes the lizardmen families would use to serve up large meals, though Crusch was sure no one from the village would want to use it for that. The bowl still had some stains, giving away its true purpose of catching the hydra’s seed after he'd been sufficiently massaged, so as not to make too big of a mess all over the barn floor. Having heard rumours about the sheer volume of seed the feral could produce, especially when in a potent rut, the lizard was suddenly rather worried about whether the bowl was big enough, trying not to stare at the feral's crotch as she cleared her throat, feeling warm and shy even though it was just her and the hydra in the barn. 

Feeling a shiver running down her spine and all the way to her tail, making the tip shake like she was a rattlesnake, Crusch couldn't help but to feel her breath getting stuck in her throat as she saw the way the hydra was staring her down. Some of the heads seemed more annoyed by her presence, while others almost looked like they were sizing her up like she was a mate, leaving the lizard debating which mood she would've preferred. As a gust of hot air from the feral's snort made her loincloth flutter, Crusch quickly adjusted her clothing and stepped over to the bowl, thinking it might be wise to get the business over and done with as soon as possible, so as not to leave Rororo suffering from his rut for any longer than necessary, both for her and the beast's sake. Having to strain slightly just to pick up the large bowl, groaning as she spotted the dried stains all over it, the druid quickly hauled the vessel in front of the large hydra, freezing on the spot for a moment as one head bent down to sniff at the air around her as she leaned down to set the bowl to the floor. Stepping back away from Rororo as soon as her legs began to listen to her again, Crusch tried to calm herself down, putting on a smile for the big pet as she hoped her anxiousness wouldn't put the hydra on edge as well. Kneeling to the floor, slightly off to the side of the bowl, the lizard took a few deep breaths in an effort to concentrate her mind, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them once more, her gaze focused between the feral's back legs, a shimmer of magic visible in the air below the hydra’s belly. Rororo gave a grunt as the woman finally began to fulfil her task, a few of the four heads bending down with a pant while one gave a lusty snarl, his stance widening as his tail whacked the floor. Crusch stared in awe as the male's member, or members, began to slide out of his genital slit, the pink and glistening opening parting as two thick shafts emerged out of it, already soaked in precum. The twin girths were easily the thickness of Crusch’s arms, and as long as well, only getting bigger and longer as they swelled up while sliding out of the hydra’s slit. The lizard was surprised by just how familiar the feral's cocks looked, immediately reminded of her mate's manhood as she stared at the hemipenis, only even bigger. Crusch knew she shouldn't have been very surprised by that, both her and the hydra were reptilians after all, but she had always thought of her folk, all intelligent and conscious people, to be in a completely separate camp from animals and ferals, including when it came to their mating habits. Of course, the lizard druid had seen Rororo’s package in the past as well, since beasts like him weren't particularly bothered about getting an erection in front of company, but she hadn't ever really looked at him up close when fully stiff. Now however, the white-scaled woman had to stare and focus at the hydra’s twitching and dripping shafts with full concentration, so as not to lose grip of her magic, giving her no choice but to study the girths closely. 

Putting her magic to work, Crusch massaged the hydra’s twin shafts, a glimmer of her magic slowly moving from the base towards the tip as her rubbing coaxed the final few inches of the feral's cock out of his slit, letting her get a faceful of the male in all of his glory. Staring at the twitching and throbbing girths, the lizard sat cross legged as she tried to keep her focus, constantly distracted by the heavy scent of feral sex that assaulted her nose. Though he'd been slightly hesitant about the visitor at first, Rororo quickly warmed up to the lizardman intruding on his nest, his heads panting and grunting as he began to thrust against the air, driven to mate even though there wasn't anything actually gripping his twin manhoods. As the hydra got into the mood, the trickle of precum from the tips of his dicks only intensified into full squirts, spraying ropes of the clear and musky liquid, most splattering into the bowl set on the floor before him, pooling up. A few of the stray shots missed the bowl however, instead splashing the druid jerking him off, making Crusch momentarily lose all focus as a squirt of the warm pre dripped across her thighs. As the lizard squeaked and lost control of her magic for a split second, letting slip the only thing holding the hydra’s girths in place and aimed at the bowl, Crusch suddenly found herself staring right at the throbbing girths, quickly focusing to aim them back down but not before another spray of precum wet her loincloth, making the leather stick to her scales as she blushed heavily. Already stinking like she'd been used as the beast's mate, biting her lip with an awkward look on her face as she felt the male's warm precum dripping down under her loincloth and onto her bare pussy lips, the white lizard tried to ignore everything around her and just get the job done, hopefully without any further mishaps. 

Roaring voraciously as he grew closer and closer to his big finish, humping the air as the druid jerked him off with her magic, Rororo suddenly squatted down with a heavy growl as he came, all four heads baring their teeth as the two shafts erupted simultaneously. Startled by the sudden climax, Crusch gasped in horror as she lost control of her magic once more, watching in what seemed like slow motion as a thick rope of the feral's seed arced across the air and straight towards her, unable to move before it had already doused her. The shot was big enough to utterly drench the little lizard and her clothes, soaking her loincloth and covering her bead necklace in a layer of the sticky white substance, even receiving an unwanted taste test of the hydra since she hadn't been fast enough to close her mouth before she'd been splashed. Coughing and spitting, wiping at her face and eyes as she quickly ducked out of the way, Crusch received several additional shots of the feral's cum across her back before she was fully out of the firing line, groaning as she staggered up to her feet, stained from head to toe in the seed as she tried to shake it off. Not caring much about the lizardman desperately trying to scrub off his load, Rororo continued to empty his balls with a satisfied roar, leaving the large bowl overflowing with cum by the time he was finally done, giving a growl as he stepped back and laid down, ready for a nap after such a delightful encounter. Groaning in disgust, still trying to shake off the sticky seed from her hide and spitting out the salty mouthful she'd gotten, Crusch wasn't quite as happy with how her evening had gone, glancing at the full bowl and the mess all over the floor, not to mention herself, knowing she still had quite a bit to do before she'd be able to call her day done. 

Though the previous day had been rather tiring and awkward for quite a few reasons, with the white-scaled lizard only making it back to her cot in the late hours of the evening after cleaning both herself and the barn, Crusch awoke the following morning with a weird sense of anticipation. She had the same task ahead of her that day, as a hydra Rororo’s size wouldn't be done with his rut in just one day, especially not when multiple of them coincided at the same time, but she felt a certain draw towards the taboo job she'd been given. After quickly going through her morning routine and sneaking out of her home before her mate had awoken, feeling oddly uncomfortable about seeing him before going off to take care of his pet’s needs, Crusch made her way back to the familiar barn. The woman's nose was already much more used to the potent masculine musk pushing through the door as she stepped inside, seeming nearly pleasant, still making her blush as she quickly closed the door after her. The four-headed beast quickly got up from the floor as soon as he spotted the lizardman approaching, seeming much less grumpy than the day before, though Crusch wasn't sure whether it was just because he was a whole lot less pent up than before or whether he recognised her as some relief to his rut. After a few awkward moments of standing around, making absolutely sure she was completely alone with the hydra, the druid eventually stepped off to the side and carefully took off her beautiful bead necklace, setting it down before beginning to undress. Crusch couldn't help but to feel ashamed as she glanced over to Rororo while stripping off her loincloth, his gaze still trained on her the entire time, making her feel self-conscious even if she knew that being shy about getting naked in front of an animal was silly. Still, the lizard wanted to save herself the trouble of washing her clothes yet again if she were to lose concentration while pleasuring the hydra, dropping her clothes to the floor as she sighed, her hands instinctively hovering over her bare crotch to cover up her slit as Rororo sniffed the air and licked his lips, already getting hard. 

Setting the bowl down in front of the eagerly waiting beast, Crusch knelt down in her usual spot, her thighs spreading just enough to leave a hint of pink peeking out from between her legs, leaving her panting softly as she looked up at the big male. Doing her best to focus, she reached out towards the hydra, taking a deep breath as a magical glimmer once more enveloped Rororo’s already growing cocks, starting to milk the feral. Giving a low growl, more like purr than any sign of annoyance, the four-headed reptile drooled as his twin girths slid out of his slit, already lubed up with his precum, ready to plunge into some tight and warm hole. Watching the hydra pump and thrust against the air, Crusch stared on with a wide eyed look at the feral show of lust, feeling her focus starting to slip. Groaning and trying to refocus her mind, the lizard found the source of her straying attention in the most awkward of places: a warmth radiating from between her thighs. The woman had no idea why she was getting excited in such a way, she certainly shouldn't have such thoughts when taking care of a feral's needs, a slight frown on her face as she glanced down and spread her legs, spotting a glisten on her pussy lips, a single drop of her sweet honey stretching from her slit towards the floor. Trying to ignore the sensation in her loins, Crusch quickly closed her legs again as she refocused her magic on the male's double shafts, looking almost mortified as she spotted the hydra sniffing the air with gusto, hoping that he hadn't noticed her uncouth excitement. As she felt a warmth flaring across her face, blushing and squirming awkwardly, the white lizard had an idea on how to hopefully keep her mind on the task at hand a little better: experimenting on what sort of massage the beast liked the best. She hoped that it would sufficiently keep her occupied, while also getting Rororo off as fast as possible, leaving her less time to ponder anything so dirty.

Slowing her breathing, the druid focused her magic towards the tips of the hydra’s hemipenis, watching as the male let out a grunt while his tail twitched. The magical glimmer enveloped the very ends of Rororo’s girths, rubbing them in circles, flinging beads of precum everywhere as he reared his heads back. Since stimulating the tips seemed to just tease the needy feral more than anything, Crusch decided to try the exact opposite, guiding her magic down to the hydra’s base, squeezing both shafts together as she began to jerk him off with slow, deep strokes, focusing her attention at the thicker base of the manhoods. Rororo instantly lit up with deep grunts and roars, trying to push into the nonexistent mound as he humped the air twice as hard, splattering the ground with lines of pre, giving the lizard the confirmation that she'd found the right spot. Still desperately trying to convince herself that she was only doing the experimentation for purely innocent reasons, and not because she actually enjoyed trying to please the hydra, Crusch watched with bated breath as the gigantic pet rutted the air, barely even flinching as a few stray drops of precum landed on her thighs, her new technique offering her less control over the male's aim. As both reptiles panted harder and harder, as if they were both on the verge of a climax, Crusch watched with a shy smile as she finally got the hydra off again, keeping her magic squeezing around the base of the twitching cocks as he began to unload shot after shot into the big bowl, filling it up to the brim in mere seconds. Unable to control her urges, feeling like she was a completely different person for just a split second, someone much more deprived than she was, Crusch suddenly released Rororo’s girths and instead used her magic to gently guide one of the ropes of cum flying through the air, redirecting it towards herself. Giving a soft moan as the warm wad splattered right against her chest, the woman huffed as she dipped a finger into the thick white goo, scooping up some of it before dipping her finger into her maw, her tail instinctively rising up as she once again got a taste of the feral male, the fire in her loins only burning brighter. 

Getting up bright and early, Crusch tried not to wake up her mate as she quickly grabbed a waterskin tucked under her cot, hurriedly getting dressed before sneaking out of her home. The young druid had been treating Rororo’s rut for a good few days now, and was really starting to enjoy the job she'd been given, enough so that she was spending nearly the entire day from dawn till dusk with the hydra. Her mate had started getting worried about the white lizard, how she was so preoccupied with taking care of his pet, but Crusch reassured the man as best as she could, telling him that it was just a particularly bad rut this time around that required some extra hours from her. Though she wasn't quite sure whether the clan chief had bought the lie about her innocent reasons for spending so much time with the hydra, it had at least gotten her mate off of her back for the time being. In truth, Crusch was spending her every waking hour with Rororo because she'd downright fallen in love with the beast, or at the very least she'd fallen in love with his manhood. Just the thought of the four-headed male’s twin shafts throbbing right in front of her face as she caressed and massaged them with her magic made the little lizard blush, her tail swaying from side to side as it rose up into the air, biting her lip as she felt her slit getting wet under her loincloth. Just as she was about to dive deeper into her fantasies, Crusch suddenly hear footsteps coming her way from behind a corner, trying to wipe away the blissful smirk from her face, putting on a much more stern look right in time. A pair of fellow lizardmen rounded the corner, a set of women fetching water from the communal well, nearly bumping into the druid. One of the ladies quickly apologised to the white-scaled lizard, only to immediately recognise Crusch, a look of sympathy appearing on her face, 
“Oh, Crusch, you're up early. I suppose you're… visiting Rororo again.”
The druid quickly cleared her throat and nodded, getting another look of pity from the other woman, 
“Poor thing, making you perform that… awful task. It's not right to force a dignified young lady such as yourself into such a distasteful burden.”
Crusch did her best to appear somber while nodding along with the two women, hiding her true feelings towards her task, holding back a sly smirk with all her might. In the middle of the pair of villagers feeling sorry for her, the druid reached for the waterskin hanging from her hip, taking a big gulp from it. Immediately, a salty and familiar taste filled her maw, a big splash of Rororo’s seed rushing onto her tongue, letting it linger and coat her mouth before she swallowed it down with a tiny moan. Inconspicuously pressing her legs together as she felt the wetness between her thighs growing, hoping that she wouldn't get so excited that the two other women would notice it, Crusch took another sip from the waterskin of the hydra’s cum she'd saved up from her earlier session. The lizard had grown so fond of the taste of the seed that she had to have it with her at all times, not even able to wait until she'd get to milk another fresh load from the feral. Gasping as she tucked the waterskin away, quickly wiping her snout before the women noticed the white sticky liquid clinging to her lips, Crusch politely tried to end the conversation and step away from the pair, eager to get back to Rororo again, 
“Well, it was very nice talking to you, but I really must be going. Unfortunately I fear that Rororo might get rather… angry, if his needs are not taken care of.”
Not liking the sound of a horny and pent up hydra rampaging through their village, the two ladies nodded and stepped aside to let her continue towards the barn, one of the women glancing back with a sigh,
“Poor girl, working herself half to death like this. I bet she must despise that job.”
The other woman shrugged, 
“Who wouldn't?”

Hurrying to the other side of the village, hoping she wouldn't run into anyone else and lose even more valuable time she could instead be spending with the new stud in her life, Crusch was panting voraciously by the time she finally reached the barn, quickly slipping inside and taking a deep breath of the familiar musk. With her mouth already watering, the lizard stepped deeper, awakening Rororo from his nap, the hydra quickly perking up at the sight, and the scent, of the approaching woman. Ready for another round of treatment from the white-scaled druid, Rororo quickly stood up, sniffing the air and giving needy roars as his genital slit began to spread open, his twin shafts poking out. The hydra wasn't the only one getting very excited, with Crusch giving a giggle as she gently took off her bead necklace before dropping her loincloth to the floor, fully naked with both her face and her pussy lips blushing in anticipation, a string of her juices drooling from her mound as she eyed up the feral cocks twitching in front of her. Stepping forward, the druid closed her eyes with a shiver as one of Rororo’s heads leaned down towards her, laying a hand on his snout to pet the male as he sniffed at her chest and crotch, the gusts of his hot breath feeling downright orgasmic against her hide, getting a tiny squeak from her as the blast of air tickled her slit. Leaving one hand on the hydra’s snout, petting him as she moaned, Crusch slipped her other hand between her thighs, pressing two fingers into her cunt and sliding them deep inside, leaning against the beast's big muzzle as her legs quivered. Fingering herself for a few seconds, making sure her digits were absolutely coated in her aromatic juices, the out of breath woman pulled her hand out of her crotch, bringing it right in front of Rororo’s snout instead, letting him take a good sniff of her feminine scent. Snorting and purring, his long tongue pushing out of his maw to lick up the treat the lizard was offering him, Rororo was fully hard within just a few seconds of huffing the druid's lusty scent, not needing any foreplay or coaxing to get his two cocks stiff and ready for a round of breeding. 

With the hydra ready for a good time, the naked lizard slowly walked closer to the beast, running her hand from his snout and down his neck, feeling the scales along the big reptile’s side. Finally arriving near the feral's back legs, Crusch squatted down right next to the pair of twitching and throbbing cocks, already spilling precum all over the floor, filling the air with the heady musk that made her mind go blank and her loins burn with passion. Grabbing the large wooden bowl, the lizard quickly dragged it under Rororo, ready to catch the load as she felt her slit only getting wetter and wetter, only barely clinging to her senses rather than throwing herself straight into the deepest pits of debauchery. With a moan, Crusch took one of the hydra’s girths into her hands, feeling the smooth and slick surface as her fingers slid down the length, getting a grunt and a buck from Rororo. Though she'd purely used her magic to milk her mate's pet the first few days, Crusch had soon begun to feel the need for something much more intimate and close, deciding to instead use her hands as much as she could. Even still, the young lizard had to supplement her milking with a little bit of magic, unable to even wrap her hands around one of the thick shafts let alone somehow simultaneously stimulating both all by herself. With her hands wrapped around one, as best as she could anyways, and her magic squeezing the other girth, Crusch began to pump away at the softly roaring hydra, watching with a growing lecherous smile as a stream of precum oozed into the wooden bowl, her hands getting soaked in the musky liquid as she stroked along the entire length. With the handjob and a little help from magic, pent up after a long night of no relief from his rut, it didn't take long for Rororo to start nearing his first climax, snarling as his heads all panted, some leaning back while others pressed close to the ground.

Jostled around slightly as the beast tried thrusting against her hands, slipping off and having to quickly grab the girth again as her fingers grew slippery from the pre, Crusch felt the hydra getting close, listening to his intense grunting and feeling him throbbing in her hands, only able to keep from fingering herself due to both of her hands being so busy taking care of the beast. With a final roar, Rororo sprayed a giant load into the waiting bowl, the lizard quickly aiming his tips down to collect as much of his seed as possible, her breathy moans mixing in with the feral growls coming from the horny male, his tail slamming against the ground as the druid's hands squeezed around the base of his cock. Draining every last drop of cum from the hydra, Crusch only let go after Rororo stepped away to catch his breath, finally satisfied for the time being. The young woman certainly wasn't done yet however, panting frantically as she glanced over at the full bowl of cum sitting on the floor, her loins burning with desire. Without even thinking, Crusch sat down in front of the bowl and lifted it over her, pouring the warm and sticky goo all over her chest and belly, gasping with lust as she felt it coating her slit. Tossing the bowl aside, the lizard laid down in the giant puddle of cum, rubbing it into her scales as she shoved two fingers into her pussy, stuffing the feral cum deep into her cunt as she masturbated, fingering herself while writhing around in the puddle. Cumming with a squeak, her back arched off of the floor, a spray of her juices gushing out as she kept rubbing and massaging Rororo’s cum into her pussy, her mind completely blank, only the overpowering scent of feral musk filling her head. Gasping and panting, Crusch laid in the puddle for a good five minute before she could even move a muscle, completely drenched in the beast's load, stinking like she'd been used as a mate by a dozen rutting hydra’s, smiling as she knew that she still had the entire day to spend with Rororo.