The trade route between Ilvana and Rania was as populated as it was rich with culture and business. The route, spanning several miles from one city to the next, was perfect for small businesses-- the popularity of the route itself made it home to several military patrols from both cities, who worked in conjunction with one another to provide safe passage to travellers and merchants alike. Whilst it was perfect for those kinds of people, for others who needed a more discreet route, it was a minefield. To that end, there was another path, closer towards Rania, that led into the southern forest: it was a path that more or less doubled the time to travel from one city to the other, but the lack of prying eyes and the quiet way in which one could enter and exit both cities made it a haven for criminals and unsavoury dignitary alike.

On that back road, a lone, ornate trimmed carriage trundled along, led by two horses and a driver who kept his face straight and his head covered in a dark, black cloak. The horses moved at a slow trot, paced appropriately for however many hours they would be plodding along that day-- but they, and the driver, were not the most notable of individuals in transit that day. Inside the carriage were two males, specifically a father and his son, both clad in rich clothes befitting the nobility of the region. Both of them were rich, blond-furred canines with pointy ears and medium-sized snouts, with a lighter shade of fur around their chin and between their eyes, travelling backwards past their ears and down their back.

"Do try to pay attention, Edel," The older of the two spoke with a calm voice, but his tone and the inflection of his words was clearly that of a man scolding his child. "This is all vital information for the future."

"Yes, father." Edel mumbled his agreement, but his gaze remained fixated on the window, staring out into the darkness beyond. The two of them had set out from their estate, that belonging to the Merode family, in the later afternoon. Their travel from Rania would take them a good few days, and they were moving in the quiet of the night to reach the rest stop roughly a third of the way through their journey. Their reasons for travelling under the cover of night were simple; his father was currently under scrutiny by the upper echelon of Rania's noble society after fingers were pointed towards a trafficking scandal a couple of weeks ago, and they didn't want people knowing that they were going to another city to lay low for a time. His father was paranoid enough to send decoy carriages bearing their insignia to various places around Rania to boot, as if that would help. Edel may only be 11, but there was no doubt in his mind that the rumours were true; he'd seen it with his own eyes.

"Edel. Edel!" His father, Adelio, tried to get his attention once more, but the boy was absently staring out of the window. It hadn't been his intention to ignore his father, but he'd been disassociating a lot recently for one reason or another. As he sat there staring, he felt a hand on his legs and immediately stiffened, snapping his gaze in his father's direction and retreating his leg away from the man's grip-- though there was only so far he could go in the small carriage they were riding in. His father noticeably flinched at his son's reaction before his gaze hardened.

"You need some discipline." He growled, baring his teeth. The two of them locked their gaze, Adelio's green eyes staring in his son's blue ones. For a moment neither of them said anything. Edel tried not to instinctively growl back at his father, but the way his ears twitched and flattened against his face showed enough hostility for his father to be angry. The man reached out, his fingers aiming for his son's ear, and Edel couldn't help but to naturally cower, the tiniest of whimpers escaping his throat. He couldn't face his wrath again, nor his touch.

Yet, before Adelio could reach him, the carriage abruptly rocked and shuddered to a halt. The older canine staggered in his seat slightly before he sat upright, alert and wary. He turned his head to the side, looking behind him, where he knew the driver should be sitting past the wooden walls of the carriage.

"What's going on out there?" Adelio called, but he was met with a tense lack of a reply, followed by the clanging of steel. "Answer me!"

"We're under atta--" The man beyond let out a gut-wrenching scream that would have chilled anyone to the bone. The two canines in the carriage grew rigid, and neither dared to move. The screams and barked orders from their escorts that had been hidden in the forest were the only indication to them of what was happening outside, and as they sat there in silence listening, they grew more wary. A final piercing scream ripped through the air before the forest fell eerily silent. Adelio's heart pounded in his ears as he reached down to his waist, unsheathing his rapier-- though if their attackers were professionals, neither of them would stand a chance.

The silence was agonising, but it was broken by the muffled sounds of people beyond talking amongst themselves, though neither male canines could tell what they were saying. As it turned out, they didn't have to; moments later, the door to the carriage was ripped off and flung to the side, and the dim light of lanterns and moonlight beyond was blocked by an imposing figure. The front of them was just barely illuminated by the lamp they had sitting on the inside of the carriage next to Adelio, and both canines were greeted to the rugged face of a lizardman, with gleaming muted blue scales and a lighter shader underbelly. 

As the thief cast his gaze across the carriage interior, from the slimly built younger canine to the older one, Edel quietly took in the sight of him. His cloak was heavy and wrapped snugly around his shoulders, clung together by a single leather buckle in the middle, just between his collarbone. A strap of what he assumed to be armour was slung across the man's chest, but didn't cover him completely and ended just above the stomach. Lighter, more tribal markings were visible beneath the armour, but Edel didn't look for very long to understand what they meant; instead, the boy's eyes trailed lower, noticing the small satchels and packs slung around the man's waist and the long, trailing loincloth that ended a handful of inches off the crotch and covered all that it needed to. When he raised his gaze, he faltered, realising that the lizard was staring at him.

"What'cha find in there, Crius?" Someone called from behind the lizard, and for a moment the thief turned and looked out the corner of his eye, before slowly turning his gaze back.

"Just a couple of prized pigs." He muttered. He reached out, his bare hand-- with nothing but a strap across his palm, holding the leather vambrace to the back of his hand and forearm-- clasping around the front of Edel's collar and yanking him across the tiny carriage interior towards the door. The boy struggled initially and cried out as the lizard pulled him out, and Adelio launched himself from his seat in an effort to follow and potentially stop them. As Edel was pulled out of the carriage and thrown across the grass, he could see the thief wasn't alone; a couple of others, strained with blood, rifled through the bodies of their escorts and driver nearby.

"Unhand him, you fiend! You...you ruffian! Don't you know who we are?!" Adelio cried out and the lizardman, Crius, slowly turned on the spot to stare at him. The thief drew a hand to his side and withdrew a small dagger from a scabbard, pointing it in Adelio's direction-- unsurprisingly, the canine flinched and withdrew, somewhat.

"I know who you are...Marquis Adelio Merode," The lizardman hissed the words and the adult canine visibly tensed. "Get over here if you don't want your innards spilled across the path."

Adelio hesitated, but obliged, trembling like a newborn fawn. The rapier he'd held in his hands mere moments ago dropped to the floor, and Edel couldn't help but silently curse his father; he might be skilled in swordsmanship, but he was a coward in the face of an actual, real threat-- the boy had to wonder how his father kept a level head when under political fire, if the was this much of a coward against simple thieves, but he didn't really get much time to think about it. He watched from the ground as Crius unslung a coil of rope from his left hip, which was split into two sections, before he grabbed Adelio by the shoulder and forcibly turned him around. He manhandled the canine's hands behind his back and wrapped the rope around his wrists, tying them firmly.

"Hmph...two loops of rope," Adelio seemed to have noticed and spoke up about it. "You were aiming for us specifically, weren't you?"

"Well, you might be a pussy, but at least you're smart...not that it's going to help you here." Crius grunted, stowing his dagger and using both hands to tighten the binding so that Adelio couldn't escape. When he was done, he grabbed the rope in the middle and yanked, pulling the older canine alone and causing him to stagger and stumble. With one light push, he fell to the ground next to his son, baring his teeth from the pain that spread across his back and knees. With that, Crius took the other rope and bent down to roll Edel over, forcing his hands behind his back to do the same. With both of them tied up, neither canine could do much about their predicament-- in the end, the thief held all the cards. He admired the sight of them strewn across the ground for a moment before he turned and jerked his head to the side, towards one of the other bandits who had attacked the noble's carriage.

"I'm gonna take these two," He began. "You guys get the rest."

"Aye, boss." Someone replied to him out of Edel's line of sight, and the boy watched as the blue lizard moved over him and yanked him to his feet, forcing the canine to stumble on his bare feet. The bandit did the same to his father and then jabbed them both in the back, forcing them off to the main dirt path towards the bushes. The others didn't stop him, and soon enough the three of them disappeared into the thick, dense forest beyond, stepping their way over the corpses of their once hidden escort members as they went.

Their journey was short-- it seemed like Crius knew the forest like the back of his hand, for he walked with a sense of purpose and guided them in the most minute of actions through roots, foliage and bramble. They at first walked forwards, before he turned them to the right, and they squeezed between a group of trees before turning left and going forwards once more. After a minute or so, they found themselves in a short, cramped clearing with dense forestry all around them. The thief prodded them towards the centre before he grabbed Edel's binding and yanked, flinging him backwards and causing him to fall to the floor. The boy let out a cry of pain as his head bounced off the dirt, and for a moment he was disoriented, unable to find the strength to even sit up. All he could do was look in the direction of the thief, and it was there that he saw something truly horrifying.

Edel watched as Crius grabbed his father's bindings and threw him to the ground in a similar fashion to the younger canine, but instead of launching him backwards, he pushed him forwards, causing Adelio to stumble at first before he tumbled, falling onto his face with his ass pointed upwards. He squirmed and kicked out with his feet, digging them into the dirt in an attempt to push himself forwards. He eventually found purchase and rolled, but barely for a glimpse of Crius before the lizard got onto his knees and used his hands to force the canine back again. Adelio put a lot of effort into squirming, but with his arms tightly bound it was all for nought, especially as his attempts to kick his legs out only served to press the length of his body into the floor, making it easier for Crius to do as he liked.

"What are you doing?!" Adelio cried out as Crius wordlessly grabbed at the man's waistline and pulled with a surprising amount of strength, yanking the canine's formal trousers over his flat, manly ass, causing the canine to panic. "Wait-- don't, please, I'll give you anything you want! Y-You want money? Jewels?!"

"Oh, now you start begging," Crius half-laughed, half-grunted as he yanked the pants down further, fully exposing the man's ass and greeting Edel to a glimpse of his father's backsack.

"P-Please--"

"Here's how this is going to work, Marquis Merode," Crius interjected with a sneering grin, getting to his feet and panting a paw firmly on the man's back to keep him down. "I'm a thief, known to steal...so I'm going to rob you of not only your dignity, but also your virginity. I'm sure a well-known noble like yourself, with a reputation to keep, probably hasn't tried doing anything back there...and I've quite the penchant for virgins, you see."

"You..." Adelio grunted beneath the lizardman's foot and squirmed, turning enough to stare wide-eyed at the thief out the corner of his eye, his teeth gritted. "You wouldn't dare...!"

"But I would. It wouldn't be the first time you've had dealings with raping people," Crius remarked with a snort with a twinkle in his eye, before he turned his head to the side, looking behind him. "Isn't that right, Edel?"

Adelio froze and looked from Crius to his own son, who shifted in his tied-up position. To anyone who didn't have a trained eye, he looked as much as in trouble as Adelio, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The adult canine watched with wide eyes as Edel slowly moved his arms, and with ease he spread them out from behind his back, the rope falling to the grass beneath him as if he hadn't been tied up at all. The boy slowly climbed to his feet, a smirk on his face, before his gaze glinted and snapped to the lizard.

"You could have been gentler," He argued. "You knocked the wind out of me."

"Shut up, you've had worse." Crius withdrew his paw from the man's back and circled him for a moment, before squatting down beside his head and grabbing him by the tuft of fur between his ears, lifting his head up. Adelio strained and squirmed, kicking out his legs, and with Crius holding his head he was unable to look behind him, unaware that his son was approaching from behind-- however, that didn't mean he couldn't address the boy.

"Edel, what's the meaning of this?" The man demanded, his voice tremoring slightly. "I've given you everything you could ever want--"

"Yes, father," Edel mused with a low, indifferent tone as his gaze grew hard. "But you've also given me things I didn't want. Things I begged you not to give me...but you never listened, did you?"

"Tch," Adelio hissed and looked up at Crius before casting his gaze to the side, addressing Edel again. "So what? You threw a few coins at some fucking bandits to ambush me, to get your revenge?"

"...Yes, essentially," Edel smirked to himself, lightly swinging his leg back and kicking his father in the side. "And then some. I gave Crius plenty of gold and told him he could do whatever he wanted with you-- in return, I'll have my freedom, away from you."

"And what, live your life as a beggar? A thief?" He scoffed, his anger boiling to the surface. "You were always a fucking whore, just like your m--"

"Now, now," Before Adelio could continue, Crius thrust the man's snout down into the dirt, and the canine let out a muffled cry in response, spasming with the pain. "There'll be plenty of time for dirty talk later. Yo, kid-- you want in on this or not?"

"I...what do you mean?" Edel faltered for a moment-- he had planned this with Crius for a little while, at least a small handful of weeks, and he'd more or less memorised every inch of the plan inside and out, and this wasn't part of it. Crius's slanted grin and narrowed eyes made him feel both put on the spot and weirdly examined, all at once, and on some level, he felt he couldn't refuse. The boy nervously gulped, but there was also a shiver up his spine, a little thrill; he couldn't deny that the thought of revenge was appealing, especially when he cast his mind back to all the times his father had touched him, forced himself upon him, made him do things he wasn't ready for and didn't want to do. He found himself already loosening his belt, and he watched as his father thrashed on the floor in some attempt to squirm away, aware of what was coming.

"And whilst he's having fun treating you like the whore you are," Crius parroted, and with a smirk he brushed his other hand against his loincloth, throwing it up over his knee with an easy flick of his fingers. "You're going to service me. That's what good little mutts do, isn't it, Marquis Merode?"

Crius could tell by the look in the canine's eye that, if he were to actually stick his cock in the man's mouth without a backup plan, he'd likely have his member bit clean off. Luckily for the thief, he was used to this kind of tactic-- he'd raped many a person, adult and cub alike, so he had countermeasures for angry victims. As Edel's pants dropped to his knees and he pulled down his underwear, Crius moved his hand to his side, where he withdrew his dagger from his scabbard, twirling it around in his thick, scaled fingers. He brought it to Adelio's chin and the canine lifted his head up instinctively, sucking in a breath when the cold steel brushed with the flesh of his jugular. His gaze darted up and down and glossed over the man's crotch, noticing a thin, fine slit-- he'd never interacted much with lizardmen before, but he assumed that's where the thief's dick was hidden away.

"You so much as graze your teeth with my cock, and I won't hesitate to bleed you out," Crius warned, his gaze flicking up to see Edel lowering himself onto his knees. "I'm sure you value your life more than anything else, don't you, Marquis?"

Adelio couldn't refute that-- he very much wanted to live, but he also couldn't shake the shame and the anger that he felt. Unfortunately, he had very little time to dwell on those feelings; his son, Edel, had settled himself down right on the man's legs, with his formal trousers and underwear bunched up around his bare ankles. As he shuffled forwards, he kicked them off his ankles and nestled himself down against his father's ass, and he froze, taking in a deep breath as he stared down at the sight beneath him. It was...weird. He held no sexual attraction to his father-- most people wouldn't, even in the hellish, degenerate world they lived in-- but the thought of getting his revenge and assaulting him in the same way he had been assaulted so many times before was enough to coax his member to harden, his small humanoid cock growing from it's flaccid inch to several. It swelled and twitched against the adult furred behind, and across the canine's body, Crius delighted in the sight, turned on by the dominating cub.

Slowly, Edel began to roll his hips, effectively hotdogging his dad's behind as his member quickly grew to full mast from the stimulation. Beneath him, Adelio squirmed, trying to throw him off through the twisting of his waist, but his bound arms made it difficult for him to fight the cub off-- no amount of squirming could stop the boy from pulling himself back and angling his little 4-inch cock down, pressing it between the man's cheeks. Edel shoved forwards and his length disappeared within the man's clenching ass, and after a moment his tip met with the adult pucker, pressing and pushing, threatening to penetrate. For a moment he hesitated, his breathing heavy-- for a short while he was unsure, and that gave him time to adjust and collect himself, whilst the thief did as he liked.

Crius scooted in front of the two of them until his crotch hovered mere inches from Adelio's crotch, and in that squatted position he angled himself down, pressing his slit right up against the canine's nose. The combined wetness of it, plus the huffing breaths of Adelio in his physical exertion, helped to coax Crius's cock from his slit-- a slim, tapering tip spread the scaled flesh and probed the man's nose, and with a groan Crius tugged back slightly and allowed the length of his cock to drape over the man's snout, growing rapidly until it poked him between the eyes. Thick, ridged bumps trailed the underside of his otherwise slender and tapered member, and as he reached full mast, all 8 inches of his cock pressed across the man's face and up towards his forehead, the base swelled, greeting Adelio to the sight of a thick, throbbing knot.

For probably the first time in his life, Adelio let out something akin to a whimper, signalling his subservience in the face of two assaulting males. Edel secretly relished the sound of it-- those noises were similar to his own in the past, and like his father had done long ago, he ignored those complaints. With renewed purpose, he thrust his hips downwards, forcefully pushing the head of his cock against his father's entrance-- at first, it resisted and clenched, but the boy's cock eventually sank inside and he hissed through his teeth as the older canine grunted, squirming defiantly under him. It was probably shocking to Adelio to be overpowered by his own son and some random thief-- at least, that's what Crius assumed he was thinking. In truth, he didn't really care; with the length of his cock planted across the man's face, he was in control. With a sigh he pulled back, shuffling on his paws until the tapering end of his member met with the man's lips.

"Open up, whore," Crius demanded. "It's what you want, isn't it? I bet you're hard as a rock down there from getting fucked by your son, so you should have no trouble sucking a thief's cock, right?"

It was hard to tell from Adelio's expression what he was thinking, but Crius intimidating stare definitely forced the canine into doing what the lizard wanted. Crius's eyes widened in delight and a tingle of lust rushed up his spine as the canine's muzzle parted, and with a grunt, Crius thrust himself in, shoving his cock along the man's tongue and all the way to the back of his throat. Crius scooted, loosening his hand from around the man's head and sliding his legs out from under him, stretching them out either side of the Marquis's sides and settling on his rump. He grabbed the man's ears and pulled him down against his crotch, forcing him to take the entirety of his member as he shuffled his body forwards to settle the canine's head completely in his crotch. Though Adelio was making no effort to lick and taste his crotch, the squeezing of his throat was more than enough for Crius, who rolled his head back and sighed with bliss. His dagger sat on the grass beside him as a warning to Adelio, and the canine dutifully avoided pricking the thick cock with his teeth as the fat, bulbous knot bumped with his muzzle, wanting to slip inside yet was unable to, due to its size.

Behind Adelio, Edel pushed and pushed with a certain degree of difficulty, namely due to how dry his father's ass was, until his pelvis met with those golden-furred cheeks, his tiny balls tucked up against that ass. He leant forwards, planting his palms in the grass either side of his dad's hips, and he squirmed a little, feeling uneasy-- he couldn't deny the stimulation he felt from penetrating something, and the spasming of his dad's inner walls milked and massaged his cock, but something felt wholly wrong around about...even with the thrill of getting his revenge still coursing through his body, there was an underlying pang of guilt that he tried his best to swallow down. With a grunt he slid back, shuddering as he felt his dad's ass quiver and grip down with he withdrew, before Edel pushed and slid back inside.

The young canine slowly eased into a harsh rhythm, his tugs back laboured and brimming with anger, followed soon after by forceful downward thrusts that had him gasping, his body clenching each time. He'd never actually penetrated someone before, and the wholly new experience, coupled with the situation, was already making it easy for him to reach his orgasm-- he'd touched himself in private on occasion, on the days when his father was away on business and the haunting memories of his violent hands somehow receded into the corners of Edel's mind, so to say the cub was 'experienced' in matters of his own pleasure would be an understatement. Each plunge of his hips coaxed a tingle of pleasure up his spine, followed soon after by a thrill of delight when he heard his father's pained grunt, his noises muffled thanks to Crius's cock. Unlike the cub, the thief was considerably rougher with his prey, and though it was clear to him that Adelio needed time to breathe, he didn't stop. With his hand firmly on the back of the canine's head, and without any way for the Marquis to fight back against him, Crius slammed and tugged the man's mouth onto his cock over and over. The simple act of threatening the man earlier was enough to stop Adelio from probing his teeth against the cock or biting down, and it was clear to Crius that the Marquis would soon know his place.

"How's it feel, having your son fuck you?" Crius laughed, aware that he couldn't reply. "Looks like he's going to cum in you, too-- it'd be just what you deserve, right? Once word spreads that the  renowned Marquis Merode is a sex slave to his own son...well, chances are your reputation won't last."

He could tell Adelio was pissed, though there wasn't much he could do about it. With a smirk, Crius cemented his point by ramming the Marquis's head harder down onto his cock, grinning widely when he heard the man gag and cough. Adelio's eyes had been initially scrunched up, but when Crius saw that they started to loosen slightly he eased back, aware that the man was close to passing out-- fun as that may be, he wanted him to be aware and cognizant of everything that was happening. Behind the man, Edel started to thrust faster, his once quiet panting turning into revenge-driven grunts, his hips yanking back and forcibly slamming down harder and harder as Adelio tensed and grew rigid beneath him. He could tell, just as Crius could, that the boy was just on the cusp of his orgasm-- moments later, Adelio felt it. The cub plunged down, grunting as he pressed his pelvis to the man's ass. He rolled his hips as his little cock twitched within the man's behind, and Adelio gripped tightly, letting out a quiet, brief whimper as the boy's load, small yet potent, shot deep into him, spreading across his spasming inner walls.

Crius wasn't yet done himself, but it frankly didn't matter; though his refractory period was short, he didn't mind edging himself a little, for his mind was on something else. He watched with a smirk as Edel sagged forwards for just a moment, hanging his golden-furred head, before he withdrew completely-- spent and tired as he was, he was more disgusted with his father's half-naked appearance than anything else. He relished the revenge he'd finally gotten on him, but he hated being near him. Swinging his leg to the side, Edel scooted to the side and shuffled himself on his hands and knees far enough away from his tied-up father so that he could relax. Crius sat there for only a few moments longer before he did the same, sliding back from the canine's mouth and finally giving Adelio some room to breathe.

"That must have been quite the load, kid," Crius teased. "What did it feel like, raping your dad?"

Edel didn't reply and instead simply shook his head, hanging his head on his hands and knees before he swung to the right and settled on his ass, straightening his back. Crius slowly scooted backwards and then got to his feet, looking down at Adelio before he stepped to the side and kicked the man in the side, digging his toes under his shirt and lifting his leg up to roll the man over. Adelio flopped onto his back and the lizard's gaze raked over his crotch, unsurprised when he found a flaccid member that wasn't even remotely aroused-- someone as prideful as the Marquis would never be turned on by such a thing. What was interesting, however, was how utterly quiet he was; after being used to forcibly, the canine just laid there, breathing slowly and staring up at the night sky. He didn't even flinch when Crius stood over him, the lizard's cock out in the open, his loincloth draped along one side.

"Can we go now?" Edel abruptly spoke, causing Crius to glance in his direction. "I don't want to be around him anymore. I want to leave."

"You're not going to renege on our deal, are you?" Crius warned as bent down to pick up his dagger, then stepped around the adult canine, making a point of kicking him a little in the head as he went. Adelio didn't even make a sound, and the thief slowly made his way over to the kneeling cub, who was still panting heavily, wiping both his eyes and his forehead. He must be both tired and emotional, from what Crius could assume, but when the boy's gaze met his, there was a steeliness to him that aroused the thief, just a little. The boy made a point of not looking down at the man's cock, his expression cold yet confused.

"What do you mean?" The boy blurted out. "The deal was that I give you information on my father's comings and goings, and in return you'd give me freedom."

"But you haven't given it me all yet, have you?" Crius smirked, crouching down to a squat, and for a moment the boy faltered.

"I...but I have," He insisted. "I told you all I know."

"Well, that ain't even close to enough for the effort we put in to set up the ambush..." Crius continued, twirling his dagger between his scaled fingers. "The resources, travel costs...how do you intend to pay for all that?"

Edel was slowly beginning to realise the extent of what was happening; he was young, but he wasn't stupid. The cub scooted back and swung his legs out from under him to give him better purchase on the ground, but Crius had already been anticipating Edel's movements; when the kid stuck his legs out to shuffle back, the lizard snapped out a hand and curled it around his ankle, abruptly pulling him in as he shifted forwards onto his knees.

"N-No, no, stop!" Edel panicked almost instantly, kicking out his other leg as they were forcibly spread to accommodate the lizard's thicker form. "Please, I don't...!"

"Just shut up and let it happen, kid," Crius grunted, his hands moving from the boy's legs and up to his hip. "You're used to this, so it should be fine, right?"

A whimper escaped the boy's throat and he swung his head to the side as Crius raised his hand, pressing a palm down on the boy's neck and then his cheek by extension, forcing him down. The boy squirmed and kicked, but he couldn't flexibly bend his legs enough to gain purchase with his heels against the lizard's hips, making it impossible for him to scoot back. In his panic, he didn't even consider using his hands to pull himself back and instead used them to try and force the thief's arm off of his body. With one hand kept to the cub's face, Crius used his other hand to rake across the boy's front, yanking at the buttons of his jacket and causing them to part. From there, he ripped and pulled at the shirt beneath, relishing the way the silk easily ripped under his assault, revealing the young golden fur beneath.

"No, please, please...!" The cub kept begging, but his words fell on deaf ears. The lizard trailed his hand across the boy's front for barely longer than a few moments before he turned his attention to what he truly wanted; he made a point of making sure the cub was nice and spread-- though Edel had no way of stopping him, what with his thighs bumping against the lizard's thick sides-- before Crius angled his turgid member down, pointing it towards the boy's ass. Using Adelio's slick spit as his only lubricant, the lizard pushed himself forwards to force Edel's ass up slightly, and used one hand to angle himself, the slender, tapering tip of his member inevitably meeting with the boy's cheeks and sliding between them. Edel tried to defiantly squirm with a greater intensity, but the disparaging difference in their strength made it impossible for him to break free. Tears dotted his cheeks and readily trickled down as he raked his clawed hands over the lizard's forearm, the rounded nubs unable to even scratch the sharp over-arm scales. With a rush of satisfaction at the boy's expression, Crius's tip met with the boy's hole as he pushed, hard and fast, penetrating him without warning and forcing himself inside.

Edel let out a half-grunt, half-gasp and arched his back, letting out a choked sob as the cock slid deeper. Crius could feel those inner walls spasming and gripping around even intruding inch, and the boy's delightfully tight ass made things all the more better; the thief couldn't help but groan, and he shifted the weight of his hands to enclose his fist around the boy's neck, restricting his airflow as he rammed down, pushing until his thick, bulbous knot met with the cub's behind and kissed with his stretched, searing entrance. Edel sniffled and his shoulders shook with his crying, and his legs tightly squeezed around Crius's sides instinctively, trying to handle the main that he felt-- yet, it was impossible, considering the difference in size. If there was one thing that Edel was certain of, it was that the lizard was significantly more rough than his father.

"Look at you," Crius muttered, sighing with bliss as he rolled his hips and kneaded against the boy's ass, as if reminding him of how deep he was. "Those eyes, that look of betrayal...I've been yearning to see that expression all night."

"P-Please..." Edel weakly begged, his voice raspy and quiet as he gasped for air. "We...had a deal!"

"We did," The lizard agreed as he slowly slid back, relishing the way Edel grunted and sobbed as his ring clamped down as tightly as he could muster. "But it's so much more fun to put a noble kid in his place, especially an arrogant little fuck like you. I mean, just look at the way you're squeezing on my cock-- you clearly want it."

"No...!" Edel felt a surge of strength, but it wasn't even close to enough to wrangle himself out of the man's grasp. With Crius now embedded into him, he was all but stuck to the man, and as he thrashed around and tried to wiggle his body, he only helped get Crius off even more. The lizard looked him up and down and enjoyed the way the boy squirmed, and his gaze briefly glanced down to the boy's bouncing little flaccid cock, desire surging up his spine at the way it swung around. However, that squirming was getting old fast; cute as it was, it made it difficult to thrust.

"Keep still, you little-- Ugh," Crius grunted his disappointment. "I thought you were going to be a cute little lay, but if you're going to be a fucking bitch..."

Using his free hand, Crius swung his arm back and clenched his fist, before bringing it down against the boy's stomach. The cushioning of the boy's flesh and organs meant that the impact of his punch thankfully didn't reach his cock spearing the boy's body, but the punch still thankfully served its purpose of knocking the wind out of the cub, whose movements immediately stopped. Edel let out a wheezing gasp and flopped down, his hands weakly gripping to Crius's forearm, unable to do much else. With a sinister grin, the lizardman started to thrust, jamming his cock back into the cub's squeezing ring before sliding out again.

His thrusts were methodical and relatively slow, but quickly began to pick up speed-- regardless of how fast he was going, however, he was just as harsh and rough all the way through. With each thrust the cub beneath him whimpered and cried out, sometimes loudly, sometimes weakly, and each little noise was like music to Crius's earholes. All of them turned him on in one way or another, speeding up his thrusts by extension; he hadn't been close to cumming when it came to fucking Marquis Merode's face, but when it came to raping a cute noble boy like Edel, he could tell he was going to orgasm relatively quickly. He could already feel the telltale pressure in his loins rising as he bucked and pounded into the 11-year-old, his once lewd and dirty words quietening into nothing but carnal, lustful pants. His body ached somewhat with the exertion, but it was worth it; he relished every thrust and accompanying spasm.

"You ready to take my load, bitch?" Crius demanded to know, but he could tell from the glossy expression in Edel's eyes that the boy was doing his best to disassociate, willingly or not. His futile efforts to fend the lizard off had all but stopped and he became something of a wet noodle, only occasionally making noise as the tears continued to flow. To Crius, that felt a little boring, but he also understood it-- in the hopes of keeping his own interest high, he brought things to a close by slamming his cock forwards, planting his palm on the grass as the other remained clenched around the boy's neck, keeping him held down. He kneaded and pushed, at first encountering resistance when he tried to force himself into the cub's ass, but he soon found that squeezing ring receptive, and it loosened to unwillingly accept him.

With a sigh, Crius knotted with the boy, and he leant back to admire the cub's spread-eagled form, accompanied by the red tint of both a bruise and his own bulging cock in the cub's stomach beneath that golden fur. A few eager humps was all he needed to bust, and moments later he climaxed, flooding the cub's inner walls with thick, vivid spurts of his cum. Edel snapped back to reality for only a handful of moments, enough for him to grunt and arch his back, aware of what was happening. Crius couldn't really tell if the boy's ass was numb to his knotting or if he was just losing his edge, but he quickly assumed it was for the former, for when he reached down to deliberately stroke the bulge in the cub's stomach, Edel squirmed and quietly complained, too weak to do anything else. The boy's hands flopped to the grass and Crius admired the wild throbs against his palm from his own member, his orgasm slowly yet surely dying down as he emptied himself into the cub completely.

"Mmh...good little whore," Crius loosened his hand from around the boy's neck and withdrew, and Edel made no motions to try and sit up. "To take all of my cock...you're quite the keeper."

When Edel didn't respond, Crius took the initiative and hooked his arm under the boy's body, hoisting him up as he rose, getting to his feet. He put an arm under the boy's tied ass and Edel instinctively slumped against the thief's front, forced to be carried like the child he was. The lizard turned on the spot towards the Marquis, who had since rolled onto his side and watched the entire thing, and the adult canine visibly flinched and averted his gaze from Crius when the lizard looked over. The thief couldn't help but scoff; despite being raped not that long ago, the Marquis was clearly and visibly erect, no doubt turned on from seeing his son forcibly fucked.

"What are you expecting me to say?" Crius snorted as he approached, and Adelio kept his gaze down. "That you're sick? Depraved? That's the difference between me and you, Marquis...I know I'm fucked up. You just choose to hide it all behind your reputation."

The lizard swung his leg back and swiftly kicked the Marquis in the stomach, causing Adelio to gasp and roll over, briefly winded. He tucked his legs up and squirmed, semi-trapped in his trousers, and for a moment Crius considered stabbing him and leaving him for dead...but he had a better idea. He turned on a heel, looking back towards where they had come from, and started making his way over.

"I'll leave you here, Marquis Merode," Crius called over his shoulder. "Should you manage to work your way out of that rope, or somehow make it back to the city in one piece...at least then you'll have earned the right to live. If the wolves pick you clean before then, well...that's just bad luck."

"W...Wait!" Adelio called out from the clearing as Crius reached the edge, and the lizard briefly turned to look over his shoulder. "You're just going to leave me here?! What about my son?"

"Your kid?" Crius grinned wickedly. "He wanted freedom from you, so I'm going to give him that-- freedom from being a noble...doesn't mean he'll get the life he wanted, but...that's what happens when make a deal without any leverage. With what a molestor you are, it seems you were too busy fucking him to teach him common sense."

Adelio spluttered, but had no time to respond as Crius turned, heading back through the woods and down the path he had taken before. Minutes later, he found himself back on the path where they had ambushed the carriage before. No one else had come along, and the other bandits had long since finished picking at the corpses and were waiting for him. They rolled their eyes when they spotted him with a bottomless, tied boy, whose clothes were torn.

"Another stray, Crius?" One of them grunted. "We barely have the coin to feed enough mouths as it is."

"Shut your trap, Marcus," Crius snapped. "This one'll have some use...if not for a thief, then for a hole."

"What's what you say for every kid you bring in," Another pointed out. "And they all break just as quick."

"Maybe so," Crius remarked. "But...I have a feeling this one may be different."

Their gaze travelled to Edel, by the canine had already passed out from the pain. Whenever he'd wake up next, he'd be in a whole new world...and he'd regret every minute of it.