"Did you find Sukyu Juju?"

"Yes, chieftain. He is returning from a hunt and will be joining you shortly."

"Good. I have some things to discuss with a lizard like him."

With a wave of his hand, the lizardman in front of him turn and ducked through the flap of the tent's entrance, leaving Zenberu to sit and reflect over the past battle with the undead army.

Neither he nor the other tribesman had expected such a ferocious battle. If he hadn't been there with Zarusyu when the Elder Lich had arrived, he was certain that their entire tribe would have been wiped out. Frost Pain was a hard weapon to handle-- only Zarusyu was capable of wielding it, and out of respect for him none dared to use it for themselves, but without Zenberu's own passive resistances, the Elder Lich's attacks would have likely fried the outcast lizardman to a crisp. No amount of his mate's rapid healing could fix death.

The reality of how close they'd come to defeat, despite their victory, was weighing on Zenberu. Much like Zarusyu, he was also a traveller of sorts-- he had learned the ways of the monk and was proficient with a halberd-- and his experiences in his adventures had afforded him something akin to perspective, which most lizardman lacked. If they wanted to do better for whenever the next wave approaches, if any, they needed to get stronger. For that, Zenberu needed Sukyu's help.

The entrance to the tent shifted, briefly casting a ray of sunlight across the floor before it was quickly blocked out by the mass of a lizardman. Zenberu raised his eyes and met his gaze with the chief of the Small Fang Tribe, Sukyu Juju-- a lizardman with cream scales and spotted brown marks. His tongue always seemed to stick out of his mouth on the right hand side, but no-one ever made mention of it before. Zenberu's eyes travelled down the lizardman's body, taking in the sight of his tooth necklace, fur sash and unnecessary tied cloth around his abdomen. Slowly the hulking green and cream scales lizardman rose, flexing his substantially larger right arm and smacking his tail against the floor.

"Why have you called for me, Zenberu Gugu?" Sukyu was as to the point as ever. Zenberu admired that about him: as a chieftain, he was strong and steadfast and rarely faltered in the face of both adversity and conflict. Zenberu, on the other hand, had a tendency to speak far too much and be far too friendly-- though like any chieftain, he had a line that none should cross.

"Spar with me," Zenberu adamantly insisted, maw stretching into something of a small grin. "If we're to lead the unification of our tribes against The Great One, we need to be a lot stronger than we are now. You know how strong I am, and I know how strong you are. Perhaps we can exchange some pointers."

Sukyu stared at him for a moment with his beady red eyes, tail swishing to and fro, before he grunted and roughly nodded his head. He turned towards the exit of the tent and Zenberu paused, an idea dawning on him.

"Wait," The green lizard began, causing Sukyu to pause. "Let's spar in here. There is merit in learning how to fight in close quarters, both for you and I."

"...That makes sense." Sukyu reached towards his back, where a sling was stowed in his thick fur sash. He plucked it free and whirled, pulling back on the elastic string and tucking a rock into the pouch at the end. His arm muscles flexed beneath his hide wrist guards and strained as he tugged back as far as he could, keeping the sling taut.

"Are you ready?" Sukyu asked, narrowing his pupils as Zenberu crouched himself low, raising his larger arm and getting into position. The green lizard nodded, preparing himself. A tension seeped into the air as the two circled each out, tails batting and stroking against the floor in anticipation of their battle. Though it was only a mock spar, neither could resist the call to fight. Proving they were the strongest was something of a custom in Zenberu's tribe, the Dragon Tusk, and even Sukyu believed in strength above all else. Though never had said it, both of them wanted to know who was the stronger out of both of them.

Zenberu lunged forwards the second he saw Sukyu's fingers flex, and he raised his arm as a rock struck against his hard outer scales, bouncing off and landing on the floor with a dull thud. He charged the distance between them and channelled power through his fist, activating one of his many Monk skills he'd learned. As he stretched out arm out to attack, Sukyu dodged to the right and readied another rock in his sling, pulling it back and managing to land a hit on the green lizard's side, just about his thigh. Zenberu, however, barely flinched from the attack and turned to face his sparring opponent, readying himself again.

Sukyu might not be as strong as Zenberu, who was arguably considered the strongest of all the lizardmen, but he was definitely more agile. The cream-scaled lizard raised his foot high and swiped down before Zenberu could launch an attack, forcing Sukyu's opponent into a defensive position. The cream lizard's toes curled as his claws scraped across the heavy, forest green scales of Zenberu's arm, like two swords clashing, before his claws struck lower. They narrowly missed Zenberu's exposed abdomen, but the claws hooked into the braided band of Zenberu's loincloth and unintentionally yanked it down. Sukyu's sharp claws easily tore the fabric and cut the rope, forcing the loincloth to drop to the floor in a heap around Zeberu's feet. The green lizard took one look at his torn clothes before crouching low and leaping forwards arm first.

"You owe me a new loincloth, Sukyu Juju!" Zenberu cried out as he barged right into the other lizard's body. Sukyu's foot was still raised and so the force of Zenberu's collission very easily knocked him off balance, sending him tumbling to the floor in a heap with the green lizard on top of him. Sukyu attempted to move, but he was stuck under Zenberu's body, who weighed surprisingly more than the cream lizard anticipated. Zenberu lifted himself up, keeping his larger scaled arm firmly on Sukyu's chest as he raised his other hand, brandishing his claws. Sukyu knew he was pincered: his arms were trapped under him and his legs stuck between Zenberu's own. There was no way he was going to break out from under the lizard's clutches, which mean only one thing.

"It's my win." Zenberu snapped his hand down, claws inches from Sukyu's throat. The cream lizard stared with his red eyes, tongue still sticking out of his mouth, before he turned his head to the side and sighed, defeated.

"You're right. I lost this one," He surmised. "I was caught off guard when you tackled me. Your strength has always been something to be surprised about."

Neither of them were really out of breath, yet Zenberu found himself quietly panting. He couldn't understand why, but it soon became clear to him when he took into account their proximity and the strange tension in the air. It was as if the very air around them was crackling with electricity, but why? One small adjustment to his hips made it clear, for Zenberu vividly felt exactly how close they were-- it wasn't just a mere proximity: their crotches were touching, and quite intimately at that. Such a feeling wouldn't have come about if Zenberu's loincloth was still on his person, but considering he was effectively naked and Sukyu never wore anything of the sort...

It didn't surprise Zenberu all that much to be attracted to a strong leader like Sukyu. His travels outside of his clan hadn't only taught him the skills of a Monk and a level head, but also that attraction came from anywhere and didn't need to be solely placed upon females. Sukyu, however, clearly didn't feel the same: Zenberu could tell that Sukyu felt the tension, but his expression was visibly one of discomfort.

"You can remove yourself now." Sukyu promptly pointed out, yet Zenberu remained, a cheeky idea crossing his mind.

"It is not customary for the victor to claim his prize?" Zenberu wasn't normally so frisky, but they were in private and no-one would disturb them in this little tent. Sukyu's eyes widened and he squirmed defiantly under the heavier reptile, kicking out with his feet against the dirt. 

"You can't tell me this doesn't feel enjoyable!" Zenberu remarked as he slowly grinded his hips back and forth, shuddering at the feeling of his slit pressing and rubbing against Sukyu's own. He heard the reptile grunt beneath him, but it was hard to tell if it was out of discomfort or pleasure. At least for Zenberu it was definitely the latter, and the lips of his slit began to tingle at the thought of mating. It had been so long.

They lapsed into a silent tension, neither one of them speaking and instead communicating in encouraging huff and defiant grunts respectively as Zenberu, rather clearly, forced himself upon the other reptile leader in an act of sexual, victorious triumph. It didn't take long for Zenberu's gentle grazing and humping to elicit a reaction from his body, the tip of his reptilian cock sliding from his slide and grazing along Sukyu's own tender loins, which remained strangely dormant. As Zenberu rubbed and huffed, eyes locking with Sukyu's own defying glare, one wrong jut of his hips caused his member to slide back and the wedged tip to snag on Sukyu's slit, stretching the scales and flesh.

It wasn't Zenberu's intention to penetrate him, but the green lizard found himself pushing forwards anyway, the tip of his cock slipping inside Sukyu's slit. The reptile beneath him squirmed with a greater ferocity, but the difference in their strength made it impossible for Sukyu to break free under Zenberu's weight and power. The cream lizard hissed threateningly, but Zenberu ignored him, his attention focused entirely on the the tightness of his prey's slit. He never expected it to be so snug and cosy, and the vice-like clenching around the head of his cock very easily stimulated him, causing him to grow and harden inside that tight entrance. He reached full mast rapidly and the base of his cock swelled to form a distinctive, thick knot that remained outside, kneading and teasing against Sukyu's entrance.

"Wow, you're as tight as a female, Sukyu Juju!" Zenberu remarked, sliding back and plunging down again, sliding deep into the reptile's slit. Sukyu grunted, his eyes bulging from a mixture of discomfort and surprise, his limbs still stuck beneath the green reptile's body. Zenberu's tail attempted to curl and link with Sukyu's own, but the cream scaled reptile defiantly swished his tail to and fro, making it difficult-- but it didn't matter to Zenberu if their tails were intimate or not. In the end, all that mattered was the pleasure of mating, and he could definitely feel that.

Zenberu didn't continue for that much longer-- not because he was already nearing his climax, though he could certainly feel it inside the deepest parts of his body, but because the tension and tightness inside Sukyu's slit was becoming too tight to the point of being uncomfortable. Though it had been enjoyable at first, there was clearly a blockage stopping Zenberu from continuing. As he pulled out, the identity of that blockage became visibly apparent-- when his member slid from the sheath, sticky with both pre-cum and natural lubrication, another member rapidly followed it and flopped unceremoniously from Sukyu's sticky entrance, flopping against the cream reptile's stomach before wildly twitching, standing up at a 45 degree angle as the base swelled to match Zenberu's own. Sukyu's cock was certainly a little longer than Zenberu's own, but the green reptile's length was thick and arguably better-- at least, to Zenberu it was.

"Hah! You tried to deny me, but your body doesn't lie, does it?" Zenberu remarked as Sukyu strained to try and pull away from him, his eyes wide and his maw clamped in an expression that Zenberu could only describe as something between nervous and uncomfortable. The larger reptile shifted, reaching down with his thinner arm and curling his cream coloured palm around Sukyu's member, feeling it pulse against his digits. Sukyu grunted his complaints, groaning under his breath as Zenberu slickened the natural lubricant across the reptile's cock, tracing from his tip and down the ridges along the sides of his cock, travelling to his knot. Zenberu watched as beads of pre-cum oozed from the tip and trickled down the underside, betraying Sukyu's arousal-- perhaps he was like Zenberu in that he hadn't mated in a while. An idea dawned on the green reptile's face and he shifted, scooting up Sukyu's body as the other lizard watched.

Zenberu casually settled himself atop the lizard's body, now sitting on his chest whilst resting on his knees, Sukyu's arms still pinned and wedged between Zenberu's knees and the cream reptile's own body. Slowly, Zenberu shifted back as he pressed the weight of his strong arm against the other reptile's chest to keep him down. Sukyu hissed and protested, but faltered when he felt his member lift up and prod around Zenberu's behind, with the aid of the green reptile's other hand.

"I tried this once or twice when I was adventuring on my own...but I've never done it with another tribesman before." Zenberu remarked thoughtfully as he angled Sukyu's cock around, until the wedged tip pierced a tight little button that sat between Zenberu's slit and his tail, hidden within the creases around the base of the tail itself. He wiggled his behind, getting into a more comfortable position as the realisation of what was to occur dawned on him.

"W-Wait--" It wasn't that Sukyu didn't want to have sex-- mating was, in itself, a necessity of any lizardman if they wanted to keep the tribe thriving. But that was also in itself the problem: there was nothing to gain from their pairing. Zenberu knew that Sukyu would rather mate with a female who could bear a clutch than an old lizard like him, but he didn't blame him or any other lizardman for sharing that point of view. Instead, he ignored it and did as he liked-- as he has done all his life. He pushed down, shuddering as Sukyu's cock pierced his entrance and slid deep into him as Zenberu's innards clamped down and squeezed every inch on the way down. He eventually bottomed down, feeling the impending weight of the knot pushing against his tight hole. His eyes flicked to Sukyu to gauge his reaction and his eyes widened when he saw the cream lizard's head rolled back, maw parted. Zenberu hadn't expecting him to enjoy it this much, but that only made it more fun.

Zenberu lifted himself up, feeling the cock vividly throb inside him as he went, coupled by Sukyu's gasping moans and the thudding of his cream tail. The lizard plunged down and Sukyu appeared to grow weaker, head rolling to the side instead, his eyes visibly lidding over. With a smirk, Zenberu shifted his arm from Sukyu's chest and planted it against the floor, steadying himself as he began in on a slow, powerful rhythm, lifting himself and plunging back down again as methodically as he liked, relishing the feeling of Sukyu's longer reaching cock, thicker and more filling than any dwarf, meeting with the most intimate parts of his insides. Spikes of pleasure travelled up the reptile's spine, as it no doubt did for Sukyu, from the stimulation of that cock pushing his lizard prostate. He huffed under his breath, the combined feeling of sex after many months, perhaps years of keeping to himself as well as the enjoyment of anal after an even longer period being all to overwhelming and intoxicating.

Each plunge down only made things worse as the pleasure built, the knot squishing and pushing against his hole, pressing firmly and threatening to tie-- Zenberu would get Sukyu to knot whether the near-comatose lizard wanted to or not. Zenberu slowly but surely picked up speed over time as his own pleasure grew, his knotted member bouncing up and down, the thick tip occasionally meeting with and bouncing off of Sukyu's stomach as the sounds of their sex filled the air. Zenberu tried on more time to link with Sukyu's tail and this time, the tribe leader did not deny him. Their tails curled together and the sensation of their sex grew more intense and sensitive as a result.

Sukyu's chest was heaving, and Zenberu knew what that meant. He pushed down as Sukyu instinctively pressing his hips up as much as he could under Zenberu's large body, the knot pressing and kneading against Zenberu's squeezing hold until, after a moment or two of straining, Zenberu's hips pushed down past the knot and allowed the other reptile to tie with him. His insides gripped immediately around that swelling knot as Sukyu let out a strangled moan and emptied inside of him. Zenberu could feel each vivid pulse and throb and he couldn't resist rolling his hips to milk every single drop, his own member mere inches away from his climax.

Soon enough he felt it too, his rhythmic actions pushing him over the edge. He sighed with bliss as his member twitched fervently against Sukyu's stomach as he orgasmed, spurting messy streaks of cum across the cream lizard's front, staining his fabric sash and even reaching up to his chin and across his cheek. Zenberu rolled his head back and completely and utter relished the feeling, having not felt it in so long. By the time he looked down at the reptile beneath him, Sukyu's front was already covered in cum, layered with wild streaks of Zenberu's load.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" Zenberu remarked, leaning forwards a bit as Sukyu rolled his head to stare up at him, eyes narrowing.

"Was this just an excuse to mate, Zenberu Gugu?" The lizard retorted and Zenberu stared down at him in response, meeting his almost threatening gaze.

"No. These things just happen," He replied innocently, eyes lidding over a little. "But if you find it entertaining, we could 'spar' like this some more..."

"No." Sukyu replied instantly, but Zenberu could see, or rather feel, his true thoughts-- Sukyu's tail remained linked to his and his member still throbbed inside of him. With a half-satisfied, half-incredulous huff, Zenberu leant up and folded his arms.

"We'll see about that, Sukyu Juju. For now...we need to wait until you're unstuck."

"This is you fault."

"Stop complaining. You enjoyed it, didn't you? I certainly did."

"You forced yourself upon me."

"Bah! That's the rules of a spar..."

"You're making that up."

"Are you calling me, the leader of the Dragon Tusk Tribe a liar? Perhaps we should spar again to settle the score."

"N...No, I believe you now."

"Hmph! That's what I thought..."

The two lizards were at odds often, but if there was one certainty in their newfound relationship, it was that their sparring matches would be frequent, intense, and private.