This was it. Crius was tired, but he'd been waiting for his moment. It wasn't a big score, but it'd be enough to carry for him for a month or two, at least. The blue-scaled lizardman lay in the shadows, staking out the building before him as the sun slowly began to rise in the east, signalling the dawn of a new day. He'd been scoping the place out for maybe half a day or more, just watching and waiting to see who lay in wait...and in the end, it had been a good idea to do so. At first, his initial interest in the place had been something of a hunch, but when he'd gone inside under the guise of 'browsing', he'd realised what kind of place it was-- a jewellery store, though not just any type. It wasn't for the noble dignitary, but instead for those of the working class, with affordable rings, necklaces and bangles. Well, as affordable as one can get from luxury goods, for metal was still just that. Even the simplest of engagement bands were expensive...Crius relished the sheer amount of coin he could get from pilfering the place and selling what he found, but as with any stakeout these things took time...but luckily for him, he'd hit the jackpot. For reasons that escaped him up to that point, there was little to no security for the building itself. It was family-run, by what looked to be a couple of adults, presumably married. In the early morning light, they left their building, both their home and their jewellery store, on an errand-- it was the perfect time for Crius to break in and take what he wanted, whilst they weren't there. It was still a little risky-- he didn't have much information on the place considering he'd only been watching it for most of the night...but the opportunity to live comfortable for the next month was simply too great. Under the cover of the alley shadows, the lizardman moved. His blue scales, barely covered by his loincloth, armguards and cloak, made him stand out in the morning light and so he kept to the edges of the buildings, sneaking along the side of the building when he was sure the shop owners were out of the sight, already on their way to the centre of their vast city. Breaking in would be simple for a rogue like him-- all it'd take is for him to mess with the lock around the side of the building, and he did just that; his lockpicks came in handy for just such a thing. Seconds later he was inside, the interior bathed in dim light. At first, he found himself in what looked to be a small hallway, the walls and floor made of wood. On his left and right were a series of small shelves for storing various goods, as well as what looked to be some non-perishable items that, ultimately, should have remained in the pantry. However, it was a clear way inside...he suspected that what lay beyond the door was probably the back rooms where the family who ran the shop stayed-- it was only a man or a woman, so the place should be empty. Crius thought nothing of what may potentially lay beyond and headed through the door, quietly closing it behind him. He found himself in yet another hallway, but he could clearly see a door on his left wide open, leading out onto the main shop floor. Naturally, he made a beeline for it. What he found were a number of pieces of jewellery just left out in the open-- or at least, in display cases, either on the main counter or strewn around the store, just as he'd seen it before. Did they just think they would never be robbed, or was there more to it? Crius was, honestly, not much of a magician, but he had an artifact or two to help him determine if things were not what they seem. Around his waist, he had a little satchel: a 'bag of holding', as the mages called it, which he'd procured from a mouthy little apprentice sometime last year. It had proven invaluable during his criminal activities, both for taking things and for bringing things with him-- in that instance, he reached inside and retrieved a small bell, which he promptly hovered over the display cases and rang, waiting. To his confusion, there was no reaction-- no magical energy at all. The jewellery was quite literally just sitting there, ripe for the picking. Crius thought he'd struck out, and wasted no time in loosening his satchel from his hip so that he could hold it open. He hesitated for no longer than a second before punching through the glass with his bare hands, the rough scales that ran along his forearm and the top of his hand more than enough to shield him from whatever shards wished to bury themselves in the soft, tender scaly undersides of his hand. He scooped the metal and stuffed it away in the bag, aware it'd disappear into the mysterious pits of the magic bag and be hard to find later-- but that was fine. What mattered was taking what he could and getting out, before they came back. Some things, however, don't always go to plan. To Crius's right, originating from the doorway that led deeper into the building, came the sharp yet subtle creak of floorboards underfoot. Crius instinctively snapped his head in the direction of the noise and his eyes widened when his gaze met with another's own-- a reptilian boy, short and presumably in the cusp of his puberty, probably a young teen, stood in the doorway of the shop's interior, frozen on the spot. At first, neither of them said anything, the kid likely too scared to speak and Crius simply surprised to see a child there-- he thought the shop owners were childless. After a moment, however, Crius knew exactly what to do-- he got up and ran, not in the direction of the exit, but towards the teen himself. It was a silent yet adrenaline-fuelled chase through the back rooms of the house. The teen neither screamed nor whimpered, but ran with incredible purpose, his eyes wide and his feet scampering. Crius had chased down many a person before-- a child was no different, and he moved with a nimbleness befitting that of a rogue or thief. Of course, no amount of swift movements and long strides could dull the thump of their feet on the hardwood floor, the patters of the teen lizard a stark contrast to the heavy strides of the strange man. He chased the boy first through the narrow hallway of their house and into what looked to be a kitchen, where they ran several laps around the table in the middle that was used for dining on. Frustration gnawed at Crius when the teen managed to stay out of his grasp, but the boy eventually made a mistake; as he ran, he barrelled through a doorway into a deeper part of the house and the two of them found themselves in a narrow alcove that appeared to be some kind of closet. When the boy realised his downfall he whirled around on the spot, eyes wide with fright, as Crius filled the space of the doorway. A hiss escaped the lizardman's lips as he stepped forwards, dodging when the teen grabbed a small duster and threw it at him in an effort to fend him off. "You little fuck, come here." Crius snarled and lashed out with a hand, venting the frustration of the chase by grabbing the boy's arm roughly and yanking him towards him. The teen stumbled and tripped on something beneath him and sagged for a moment, before righting himself, his expression that of terror. Crius's grip strengthened on the cub's arm, his breathing low and heavy-- the boy had made a fool of him, and that irritated him; even thieves tended to have some sense of pride. The closet was simply too small for the pair of them, so Crius stepped back, pulling the boy with him, who whimpered and tried to speak, yet couldn't find the words-- which was ultimately good for the thief. If the boy started to make noise, he'd be a pain to deal with. He dragged the cub across from the cupboard and back out into the hallway as the teen lizardman dug in his heels, metaphorically speaking, desperate to keep his distance. He began to struggle with more resistance than before, for reasons that escaped the older reptile-- it did, however, make him angry. With a grunt, he swung his arm forwards and tossed the boy to the ground, who fell in a heap and groaned, clutching his arm and staring up at the man, scrambling across the floor. The way he looked, his squirming form, those simple cloth clothes that left much to the imagination...it was interesting. Inviting, even. Before the teen knew what was happening, Crius was upon him, on his knees and pushing the boy down. The cub reacted at Crius expected, at first squirming defiantly, afraid that Crius was going to hurt him, before he began to thrash and attempt to force his way out of the older reptile's grip when Crius pulled at the boy's clothes, his claws digging against the cloth and ripping it under his strength. The more that the boy struggled the more turned on Crius became, his hands shredding and tearing at the clothes until the shirt was free from the boy's body and he lay in its remains. The pants were his next target, and the teen kicked and whimpered, clawing at his front in an attempt to get away or get him to back off-- but Crius had taken more than a couple of beatings in his time, the cub's pawing did nothing to him. "Stop squirming." Crius demanded, but his words fell on deaf ears. A growl escaped him once more as he managed to grab the teen's pants whilst the boy struggled with him, and the younger reptile's hands snapped to his own pants, trying to keep them up as Crius pulled them down. The difference in strength became clear when Crius could easily yank those clothes down, revealing the soft, flat slit beneath that sat between the lizardman's thick hips. Crius lifted the boy's legs up enough for him to slip the pants up towards the boy's legs as the teen kicked out, attempting to sock him in the face with his foot-- the older reptile deftly dodged the attempted blows and managed to wrangle those pants free, tossing them to the side and leaving the younger lizardman naked. Crius's eyes raked down the teen's form, taking in the sight of his soft scaled belly, a light grey in complexion, with darker scales adorning the rougher 'top sides' of his body, such as his head, legs and arms. His form was equal to that of any other lizardman, though perhaps a little more slender than most-- yet he still bore those thicker upper legs that all reptiles had. Crius forced his way between the cub's legs as the teen struggled, kicking his legs out to push himself back across the wooden floor, only to be easily dragged back again. Crius wordlessly pressed himself down upon the boy, using his upper body for its added weight to keep the teen in place as he worked a hand between them, his fingers roaming and fumbling with his own slit. He was already getting a little hard, and he shifted his long loincloth to the side to reveal the growing pink tip of his member, sliding slowly out along with the rest of his cock the more aroused he became. He moved his hand down, allowing his growing length to keep his loincloth to the side so that he could touch with the teen's sheath with his free hand, feeling up the length of it and where it was before his fingers trailed lower and met with the sensitive flesh of the lizard's asshole, seated within the crease at the base of his slit and beneath the slit. "N-No..." The teen weakly begged, his voice deep enough to imply he was going through puberty, yet still light enough to betray his young age. Crius's fingers toyed for no longer than a few moments before he withdrew it and pushed his hips forwards, quickly replacing it with his own cock. He teased the tip of his member against that slit rather than the tail hole and the teen beneath him arched his back, squirming in a desperate attempt to get away. A crooning groan escaped Crius's lips, followed by the tingling rush of adrenaline and desire as he felt the slit stretched, forced to accommodate him. The sheer delight of raping the boy alone coaxed pre-cum from the end of his cock and it helped to lube his entry as he forced himself inside, slow at first but growing considerably rougher as he sought to jam every available inch into the boy's slit. The teen lizardman let out a choked sob as Crius forced his way in, and in the interest of making sure he didn't scream and alert anyone outside, the reptile leant up and curled his hands around the boy's neck, blocking his airflow a little bit to keep him quiet. The teen instinctively snapped his hands to the man's forearms and his claws dug against the hard scaly placing of Crius's blue limbs, trying to pull his hands away-- even if he were strong enough, the leverage that the older reptile's position provided made it impossible to break free. To Crius, the sight before him was delectable-- the cub, legs and slit spread by the man's body and cock, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and terror...that was the look that enticed Crius so. The reptile never considered himself much of a sadist-- if anything, he was simply following his base instinct, his desire to have sex, yet...he found himself irrevocably aroused by the sight of the teen's fear. Slowly Crius slid back, groaning with delight as the stimulation of those clamping slit walls squeezed his cock with his withdrawal, coaxing dollops of pre-cum from the end of his member. The base of his cock swelled and throbbed into something akin to a knot, and as he forced himself forwards and listened to the strangled, quiet cries of the boy beneath him, his knot kissed with that squeezing slit, pulsing eagerly, wanting to tie-- but Crius knew better. If he got stuck, it'd be a problem for him more than the kid. He tugged back and thrust again, enjoying the way the younger reptile's legs bent inward and tried to kick against his sides, weak and feeble, as his claws continued to scratch and graze against Crius's thick plating. The wet squelches of his cock raping the boy's slit were quiet and subtle, but quickly grew louder as more and more pre-cum coated his intruding cock. "S...Stop...!" The boy managed to squeak out the word, gasping for air, and Crius made a point of flexing his fingers and applying more pressure, watching as the teen's eyes bulged from the sudden lack of airflow. He kept his hands there for a moment longer before he loosened, and the boy sucked in a breath, understanding the threat despite his age. With a wicked grin, Crius pulled back and thrust once more, beginning in on a hard and slow rhythm, each tug back soon followed by a strong and powerful thrust that had the boy wincing and his innards spasming, trying to push him out. Somewhere within the confines of that boy's slit, Crius could feel his little cock grazing against the tip of his own turgid length, and the mere thought of it enticed him even more, his loins tingling with desire. Crius continued the rape the squirming, gasping boy for a little while longer, and if he hadn't been interrupted he probably would have abused the cub to completion and left him used and dizzy on the floor. However, much like before, his plan went awry-- as he focussed himself entirely on getting himself off, he heard a creak from behind him. Even if it were an old house, Crius had spent too long in dank dungeons and shitty, run-down shacks to not know what a purposeful step on a creaky floorboard sounded like. He turned his head slowly and looked out the corner of his eye behind him, his gaze met once again with another child-- younger than the teen, yet bearing similar clothing and scale colours. First, there was one child, now two? Crius was beginning to get irritated by the number of kids running around the house, and he hoped the boy he was now seeing would be the last. He tried to slowly slide his hips back, but the younger boy was fast, and he turned and bolted. Crius removed his hands from the teen's throat, and the cub sucked in a breath. "A-Asillus, ru--!" The teen cried out, but Crius quickly backhanded him with his rough scales, landing a decisive and strong blow to the teen's head. He didn't intend to hit him that hard, but he had no doubt that would leave the boy dazed for a while, enough for Crius to chase after the younger kid and come back. He quickly got to his feet and charged after the boy named Asillus, catching the end of his tail disappearing into a room Crius hadn't yet visited. When he barrelled down the hallway and towards the door, he found himself standing in the entrance of a small bedroom, likely belonging to the two boys; two single-sized, un-made beds sad in a fairly vacant room, with a small desk containing various charcoal-drawn pictures sitting on its surface being the only other piece of furniture in the room, bar a matching chair for the desk itself. Crius stood there for a moment and listened, and he easily picked up where the boy was hiding from his panting, scared breaths-- he was hiding under one of the beds. Crius slowly stepped across the room until he was standing between both hands, aware that the sight of his feet mere inches away was no doubt menacing to the young boy. He stood there for a moment, acting as if he couldn't see where the cub was, before he abruptly crouched down and reached a hand beneath, blindly reaching for him. His hand met with cloth and he pulled, meeting resistance before it eventually succumbed. From beneath the bed came the boy, dragged by the side of his shirt-- unlike the teen, he was vocal and immediately cried out, half-sobbing and half-screaming as Crius dragged him to his feet. It would have been appropriate for Crius to backhand him like he did the teen, but the boy looked no older than 8, maybe 9...he almost felt a little bad. But he was hard, aching, and horny-- the age didn't matter. He grabbed the boy by his neck and pulled him across the room with a ferocious yank, his grip tightening to keep the cub quiet. When he reached the hallway, Crius did what he'd done to the teen before-- he threw him across the wooden floor, though the younger cub, Asillus, flew considerably further than his older counterpart. The throw, however, had done its job of knocking the wind out of the cub, and Crius quickly strode forwards to close the distance between them, his twitching cock ready for another tight slit to fuck. He went for the pants first that time around, grabbed at the hem of the younger boy's cloth shorts and pulled them enough for the lizardman's legs to be lifted so that he could fully remove them. It tossed them aside into the pile along with the teen's own. With that, he crouched down and Asillus tried to crawl away, but he had no strength in his body to move, still trying to take in large gulps of air. Crius came down upon him and pulled the boy's shirt up, revealing his boyish body, similar in stature to his older brother but stockier and plumper due to his younger age. Crius's fingers immediately went to the cub's tender little slit and Asillus immediately snapped his hand down, weakly trying to push the man away as he curled his legs inwards, pressing his legs shut. "Just let it happen, you little whore," Crius grunted, dragging his hand up and yanking and grabbed onto the boy's hip, pulling the cub towards him. Like with the teen, he pressed the weight of his body down against the young reptile and the strength of his hands forced the boy's legs apart. Asillus was frightened, that much was obvious from his loud crying and frantic scratching, but still Crius didn't relent. The boy must have known on some level that something was inherently wrong with a stranger forcing their cock into his slit, for his hand kept trying to worm down between them in an effort to cover his most intimate area, to keep it off-limits. Crius does a good job of forcing his hands back, using one to angle his tapering, slender, knotted cock as the other holds one of the boy's hands up, out of reach. Crius managed to meet the tip of his slickened member with the boy's entrance and he shoved, caring little for how the cub felt as he forced his way into that warm slit. Asillus let out a pained cry and beat his hands against the lizard's shoulders and Crius sighed, relishing that hot tightness that was even more snug and resistant than the teen's own. Speaking of the older boy, the teen lay in a daze, clearly listening to the sounds of his young brother's raping, yet powerless to stop it-- that was just the way Crius liked it. As the thief pushed, he propped himself up with a hand, briefly admiring the sight of Asillus weakly trying to resist him yet slowly realising it's futile, his strength growing weaker the more the man abused him. Crius glanced to the nearby teen and reached out with his free hand, preciously balancing himself on the other elbow, aiming for the teen's crotch. He couldn't reach at first and had to pull the reptile closer, but once he was within range he pressed his fingers to that slit, teasing the entrance as the teen weakly tried to push him off. Despite the boy's intent to keep him away, he still groaned and squirmed, and Crius could tell that the movements were arousing the boy. For a brief moment, he turned his attention back to Asillus and pulled back, slamming into him and shuddering at the youngest reptile clamped down around his intruding cock, the cub letting out a choked cry of pain, before he grew limp, weak from exhaustion and the entire situation. Crius's dabbling inevitably bore fruit and the teen's member slowly began to reveal itself. It was clear the two boys were a slightly different subspecies compared to the older reptile, and their cocks were different in shape too-- whilst Crius's length was slender and curvy with a bulbous knot, the teen lizardman had a more exotic, uniform-shaped member, with ridges on either side of the length and a wedged head. Despite its appearance, however, its size couldn't be compared to Crius's own-- the teen had a 4-inch cock, if he had to guess, and it was barely any bigger. The older reptile licked his lips as a thought crossed his mind, something to help him truly get his rocks off. He relented his touch, admiring the sight of the teen's hard member standing almost entirely upright, before he leant up from Asillus and reached into his bag of holding around his waist. He imagined the item he wanted and soon found it after a brief rummaging around-- from the bag came a small rope, and whilst he remained embedded in the young cub's tight, spasming slit, he looped the rope at either end, creating makeshift lassos, or collars, for want of a better word. He slipped one over his neck and the other around Asillus's own before tightening it on his hand, forcing the young cub to lean up as the length of the rope grew shorter. Crius propped him up with one hand as he continued to pull at the rope with the other until the length between the two loops was no more than a few fingers, if that. With that, he used it as well as his own cock as leverage to keep the cub upright and against his body, gravity alone forcing Asillus down onto his pulsing knot with a strained, painful groan. Crius sighed with delight and resisted the urge to buck and thrust, instead shuffling towards the teen on his knees. Crius swung a leg outwards and planted his foot on the ground on the other side of the teen's body, levering himself with one hand on the teen's chest so that he could swing his other leg forwards, effectively squatting above the boy with his toes curled against the wood, keeping him steady. Asillus weakly curled his legs inwards and hooked them around Crius's thick hips in an effort to ease himself off the cock, but the adjustment of Crius's body only served to force him to wiggle atop it, arousing the older reptile even more. Crius turned his attention to the teen beneath him and his tail flicked left and right, the top of its thick blue plating lined with unique light blue tattoos, same as his bent knees. He raised his tail up and lowered himself down, naked beneath the spread loincloth-- it took some adjustment, but he leant back and balanced himself with one hand and reached beneath himself with the other, holding into the teen's twitching length until its wedged end met with the older reptile's tail hole. The lizardman hissed, licking his lips with delight-- the teen's cock was slickened with his own pre-cum from the previous raping, so it was easy for the 4-inch cock to sink into him as he quickly and abruptly pushed down, hilting with the cock. The teen beneath him whined and struggled beneath him, trying to squirm out from under the man's weight, but Crius was stuck to him and refused to move. It was a precious position-- Crius had to lean forwards to find the most appropriate position to raise and lower his hips without aching his knees too much, but it gave him leverage to press a hand to the teen's chest to keep him there. As he lifted himself up and plunged down, the sudden shifted in gravity and position caused Asillus off his throbbing cock for just a moment or two, lifting barely a few inches from his member, before gravity did most of the work and slammed him down again, the cub whimpering from the pain. it took everything within Crius to knot thrust up into the cub's tight little slit and instead focus on riding the boy beneath him-- the anal stimulation from that young cock inside him only served to bring him closer and closer to the edge, his jaw agape and drooling from sheer, unbridled bliss. His rhythm was slow yet purposeful as he rose and fell, and Crius placed his attention solely on his own desire. With each dip of his hips, his pleasure grew and his need to thrust and fuck became more intense. As he plunged he used a hand to yank the young cub on his cock further down, ramming him onto his thick, pulsing member as a tightness grew and swam in his loins. He could feel the way the teen beneath him twitched and writhed, arching his back, forced to have sex-- though he was against it, the way his little cock twitched and slickened with each bounce made it clear his body liked it. Crius began to mutter and hiss under his breath, snarling as he grew closer and closer to his climax. He never expected he'd be raping two boys today, but this was turning out better than he'd hoped. He could feel himself mere inches from the precipice of his climax-- he guessed himself to cum in likely a minute or so, perhaps less. His movements became fiercer and rougher the hornier he got, his tugging on Asillus's body becoming more like ferocious yanks and pulls that had the boy pressing dangerously down on his thick knot, accompanied by the young reptile's whimpering cries of discomfort from such rough, hard sex. "S-Stop, please..." The teen beneath him weakly begged, reaching up with a hand between his tears and Crius soon understand why he was vocal now, of all times. Shortly after his words, the boy let out a shuddering groan and he relaxed, and the wetness of Crius's bouncing hips grew significantly louder, signifying the teen's climax, despite his unwillingness to have sex. A trickle of immeasurable desire rushed through Crius and he picked up speed, huffing and grunting under his breath, so incredibly turned on by the thought of making the boy cum. The cub strapped to his chest weakly and quietly begged over and over for him to stop, each rough yank eliciting a tender half-gasp, half-whimper from his lips. The more that Crius pulled him down the looser he seemed to feel, and Crius was simply too into his own pleasure to realise what was happening. Before he knew it, the cub locked to him, and as he tried to pull him up he seemed unable to. A mixture of panic followed by utter ecstasy washed over him as his knot swelled and in an instant, he climaxed. A groan ripped past the older reptile's maw and he closed his eyes, relishing the warmth of that spasming slit around his tied cock, and for a brief moment in time, he ignored the fact he was stuck and simply enjoyed the delight of his orgasm, his scales tingling with how hard he'd cum. He can't think of a time when it felt so good just to climax, and each vivid spurt of his seed coated the boy's slit and remained firmly within him, held there by his swollen, pulsing knot. Asillus weakly trembled against him, powerless to stop the onslaught of seed that splattered his insides-- he didn't even have the strength to pull away. After a minute or two, Crius's knees began to ache and he moved, swinging his leg over and resting on his behind, which oozed little trickles of pubescent cum. Now he had an issue: these kids. He hadn't anticipated that the shop owners had children, and now that he'd had their way with them in a fit of his own desire, it made matters worse-- that wasn't even considering the fact one was stuck to him, and would be for a while. Both boys had seen his face, so there was no doubt he'd be tracked down eventually if they found traces of him...so there was only one option. Take them. Crius loosened his bag of holding from his side and pulled at the drawstring, opening it as wise as he could. Technically speaking, these sorts of things weren't particularly good for housing people-- but this bag, in particular, had belonged to a mage and was rather special. As soon as he wrapped the bag over the teen's head, the rest was easy; he swallowed the remainder of the cub up like a snaking eating its prey whole, with one shimmy at a time sinking the cub further and further into the bag as he wriggled and tried to escape. Eventually, only his feet remained, and Crius shoved them inside, tipping the bag upright to make sure he was firmly in there. With that, only Asillus remained, who trembled and sobbed quietly against his shoulder, used and violated. First, he unhooked the rope from around them, holding the boy up with a hand and putting the bag over his head with the other. He was significantly easier to hide than his older brother and effortlessly disappeared into the bag's contents in one fell swoop, though it took some effort to tuck the boy's legs inside and out of sight. Crius had no way of dislodging the boy however-- even then, at that moment, he could feel the cub squeezing and milking his knot unintentionally, sending spikes of pleasure through the older reptile's system. The bag would have to stick out from his crotch, but as luck would have it, his loincloth was attached via a belt. All he had to do was tuck the bag beneath his loincloth and wedge it between the belt's waistband and his scales, out of sight. Crius opted to leave the rest of the jewellery thanks to the fact the bag was stuck to him, and when he looked out one of the windows on his way back towards the storage room, he could see that the sun was rising higher and higher. He quickly headed back towards the door he'd come out of, leaving the place a mess as he left. He knew the boy's clothes were in tatters all over the floor, but Crius had left no trace of his presence-- no scraps of cloth, no magic, no fluids or scales...they'd never even know he was here. He slipped out the back and closed the door behind him. Luckily, he'd left just in time-- if he'd waited a minute or so, he would have run straight into the children's parents, who returned to the shop mere moments after he'd left, through the front. Crius watched from a distance, hiding within the alleys nestled between the high street buildings, using his keen senses to see from afar. He watched as the storefront was quiet, before minutes later the two lizardmen who owned the store came barrelling out the front, one heading in one direction and the other the opposite-- presumably to Crius, one was going to find the guards. If that was the case, he'd need to throw off suspicion; he returned to the morning crowd of workers and shoppers and acted like he were just another ordinary citizen, tailing the female instead of the male, just in case; his logic was that the male was more likely to take matters into his own hand, gender roles being a common societal construct. He saw the female in the distance talking to some of the guards and opted to simply walk past them-- if he could slip by unnoticed, he'd essentially be in the clear and could dump the kids off somewhere else, morbid as it was. Once he reached them, however, the female lizardman seemed to recognise him. "Y-You!" She pointed and for a moment Crius was startled, panic bubbling within him as she approached along with the guards. "You were here yesterday, weren't you? My boys, they're missing-- have you seen them? One's 13, his name's Hilra, and the other is only 9, Asillus. Please, surely you must have seen them, they're so young, they could have only gone so far...they have grey scales, like mine! Please!" "I..." Crius glanced to the guards and then to her, feeling that rhythmic squeezing against his cock, Asillus reacting to his mother's voice. "I'm sorry, my lady, I have not seen them. I'm afraid I don't even recall seeing your children when I came in yesterday...I'm sorry. If I see them, I'll direct them back towards the store, I promise." The female reached out, her eyes teary, and she shook Crius's hand, bowing her hand and thanking him profusely for being so kind as to keep an eye out, before she turned back to the guards. They waved Crius onwards, not considering him a suspect, and Crius nodded calmly before he strode onwards, keeping his pace measured and relaxed despite his pounding heart. That whole conversation had made him nervous, but he had gotten away with him. A grin spread across his face for a fraction of a second before he walked with more purpose, heading towards the slums of the city. There, within the slums, would be his hideout-- and for the young lizardmen, their potential new home.