Zaryusu's home was small. This was just as much because of his status as a traveler as it was because he was single. What use did someone with no family have for a large house?

But for a small hut, it was still large enough for his purposes. Large enough to entertain a visitor, at any rate—which, as frequently as that happened, was almost exclusively his older brother, Shasuryu.

In fact, such a visit was happening right at that very moment. Zaryusu was lying back on his bed, and Shasuryu was right over top of him, his hands planted just under the shoulders of the other lizardman.

He threw his hips forward, and his crotch smacked against Zaryusu's with a satisfyingly wet sound, beads of slimy moisture rolling down the scales of both brothers from where their bodies had met. The sound was accompanied by a shudder from both of them and a satisfied trill from Shasuryu. The sound was mirrored by his brother, albeit with a more warbling quality.

Shasuryu pulled back, and there was a slick noise as his slit was dragged along the length of the pink shaft holding it open—though it wasn't his own. He was spread wide around the halfway point of Zaryusu's own erection, its tip throbbing and spurting pre into his own doubly-occupied genital slit, bathing the head of Shasuryu's suppressed cock with the stuff.

When he thrust forward again, Shasuryu brought his brother's 

dick spearing back into himself, spreading the sensitive walls of his slit wide and pressing the tips of their cocks together in a lewd kiss within his body. One that had the added effect of bludgeoning the head of Shasuryu's own maleness, keeping it beaten down and stuck firmly inside himself, even as it twitched with the pleasure of his slit being invaded.

It was bizarre taking his brother like this, with every one of Shasuryus thrusts only serving to fill up his own slit and penetrate himself. A nigh-inversion of cause and effect. It was also one of Shasuryu's favourite means of enjoying his younger brother.

He lingered at the end of his latest thrust, grinding his crotch against Zaryusu's and feeling the way that foreign maleness throbbed inside his slit. "How does that feel, brother?"

Zaryusu refrained from giving a verbal answer. Rather, he let out a growl and grabbed at Shasuryu's hips, pulling the other lizardman toward himself, pressing back against his crotch with as much force as his supine posture allowed for. Shasuryu let out a laugh.

"You know, sometimes I wonder why it is you've avoided finding a mate," Shasuryu said, pulling free from Zaryusu's grip so that he could continue working that cock in and out of himself. "I wonder if it isn't because you prefer [i]my[/i] company?"

Amidst the look of pleasure gripping Zaryusu's features came a furrowed brow. An expression of annoyance, though 

one as feigned and playful as Shasuryu's jab had been. "And what excuse do you have, married man? Don't you have a wife?"

Zaryusu's mouth twisted in a smirk, and Shasuryu let out another sharp bark of laughter. "Her being pregnant, for one. But do I need an excuse for bonding with my little brother?"

The conversation fell away to the sounds of renewed slaps of scale against scale, Shasuryu's thrusting taking on more speed and force while Zaryusu did his best to meet it. Shasuryu's tongue lolled freely from his muzzle, while his younger brother let out keening noises of pleasure.

All while his cock throbbed harder, spat thicker spurts of pre into the depths of Shasuryu's slit, forced out to dribble and smear over their shared scales with every thrust. He was getting close, Shasuryu could tell. So was Shasuryu, being pushed to his peak almost more by the sight and knowledge of Zaryusu's pleasure than his own at the feeling of his slit being put to such rough use.

Shasuryu dropped down chest to chest over top of his brother, his arms squeezing into the space between the blankets and Zaryusu's back to wrap him in a sudden hug. All the while, Shasuryu's hips continued to work, using the anchor the hug provided as a new pivot point to continue the sloppy rutting of his own slit.

There were no words, only squeaks, moans, and pants, along with Zaryusu's own arms winding around Shasuryu's back to complete their embrace. Up to that point, their tails had been 

lying next to one another, twitching and slapping against the sheets in reflection of their own individual passions. Now those passions were joined, as Shasuryu's tail slid over and wrapped itself around that of his brother, entwining their bodies even closer. What little range of motion was lost in his thrusts as a result, Shasuryu more than made up for in force.

It took hardly any time at all for them to reach a finish. Zaryusu was first: the first warning was the powerful [i]throb[/i] of his cock, strong enough that Shasuryu could feel it straining the walls of his slit ever so slightly. The second warning was the high-pitched cry he let out, one befitting a lizard lost in the act of mating, right before his dick pulsed again, this time with something to show for it.

Shasuryu felt the liquid heat of his brother's orgasm shoot against the tip of his own cock, splattering against it and spilling out to fill up what little space was available in his doubly occupied slit. The older lizardman let out a satisfied chirr and rolled his hips against Zaryusu's, feeling that shaft continuing to pulse and shoot thick ropes of cum into his body, even as he used it to stir up the walls of his slit and grind against the tip of his own dick deep inside him.

All of that helped, but it was well and truly the fact that it was [i]Zaryusu's[/i] cum shooting into him, welling up inside him and coating his slit with virile seed, that pushed him over the edge. Shasuryu let out a satisfied growl from deep in his chest and wound his arms tighter around his brother as his cock tensed, strained briefly against the blockade of 

Zaryusu's own maleness, then throbbed and let loose the first spurt of his own orgasm.

That was quickly followed by another, and another. The two lizardmen laid there, letting out noises of pleasure and grinding against each other as their cocks throbbed away within Shasuryu's body, each pulse bringing with it another rope of mingled seed to fill the limited volume of his mutually shared slit.

It didn't take long for them to fill it to capacity, but both of them still had more to give. The next rope of cum from one of them, impossible as it was to say which, breached that limit: thick globs of white oozed out from where Zaryusu's shaft met Shasuryu's slit, and the next throb of their cocks brought it gushing out at even greater pressure.

The remainder of their finish wound down that way, blissfully tight both within Shasuryu's slit and within each other's arms, each twitch of either of their dicks adding to the thick white tide oozing over the lips of Zaryusu's slit and down over the base of his tail. Gravity pulled it down that far and further still, sending it dribbling down onto the sheets below; Zaryusu would have to wash them, as he wound up needing to whenever Shasuryu paid him a visit.

When the last of their mutual orgasm had worked its way out of them and, accordingly, out of Shasuryu's slit, the two of them simply laid there for a moment, holding one another and panting as they caught their breath. Eventually, their embrace slackened just enough for Shasuryu to roll off of Zaryusu and take up a place beside him. His softening cock 

pulled free of his older brother with a wet sucking noise, along with a fresh flood of all the mixed fluids that had been plugged up inside his slit, now oozing out from between those slightly gaped lips.

There was silence for awhile, aside from the steadily slowing breath of the two lizardmen. Nothing awkward, but merely the comfortable quiet that comes between two people who don't feel the need to keep talking to fill the air at every given moment.

A lifetime growing up together was ripe grounds for such a relationship to form. Such pristine silence was only broken by a sudden snort from Zaryusu.

"Hmm?" Shasuryu hummed, canting his head towards Zaryusu.

"Just thinking," Zaryusu said, staring up at the ceiling with a bemused smirk on his face, "of what the tribe would be madder about: the chieftan laying with a traveler, or with his own brother."

Shasuryu let out an amused huff, then draped one of his arms across Zaryusu's chest. "I don't care what they think of either. But I should hope the former. Brothers share everything, after all."

Zaryusu's eyes moved down to meet his. "I doubt if most brothers share [i]this[/i] much."

"Their loss." Shasuryu grinned. "Because I've more to share with you yet."

A snort rolled out of Zaryusu as his eyes slid shut, his smile spreading wider over his muzzle. "I shudder to think of what you'll do next."

———

It was later now, in the day and in the year. Everything outside of the window of Shasuryu's house was darkness.

Through the sliver of visibility Zaryusu of it, anyway. The shutters were drawn closed, leaving only the slightest gap between them. Didn't want anyone outside to see what was going on.

He was quite drunk. Given he was alone with his brother and liquor was involved, Zaryusu had held little doubt about where the night was going to wind up going.

But the night hadn't taken the obvious route. Zaryusu was confused, and the booze wasn't helping. He was swaying heavily, barely able to stay upright, but Shasuryu was there at his side to steady him, both of them standing in front of the bed.

Lying on top of it in front of both of them was a woman. Asleep? It was hard to tell. Her belly sat round and heavy overtop of her, but more eyecatching were her splayed legs and tail drooping over the edge of the bed and onto the floor, 

all framing and drawing the gaze to what laid between them.

Zaryusu's cock stood half-erect from his slit, having slid free in anticipation of fun with his brother. But Shasuryu was urging him forward, closer to the one on the bed, sidling him forward between her legs until the tip of his dick was teasing between her exposed lips.

"Come on," Shasuryu said, the words a throaty growl that rolled directly into Zaryusu's ear. "She's already got an egg in her. You can cum right inside."

"Huh?" Zaryusu's voice sounded sloppy with drunkenness even to his own ears, and somehow distant from himself. As if his mind were a thousand miles away from his body, struggling to keep up with what was happening. "But she's..."

"We share everything, remember?" Shasuryu kept pushing him forward while muttering into his ear, and the pressure quickly became enough to spear the head of Zaryusu's cock between the folds of whatever female it was he'd become coupled with. She was warm and tight around his dick, and Zaryusu groaned, throbbing and stiffening instinctually from the stimulation.

"Who knows," Shasuryu said, his words taking on a throaty purr to match the stiffness Zaryusu could feel being ground against his thigh, "we might've even shared her already."

That didn't make sense to Zaryusu. But then, nothing that was happening to him did. When he slumped forward and threatened to fall overtop of his impromptu partner, 

Shasuryu's arms caught him and held him upright. He worked Zaryusu like a puppet, pushing him forward as his shaft spilled out deeper into the female beneath him.

"I'm sure you'll return the favour someday," Shasuryu said, and Zaryusu mumbled some non-words in response, losing himself to the haze of drunkenness and the feeling of a warm, tight hole wrapped around his cock.

———

If you asked Zaryusu what happened that night, he would tell you nothing—or at the very least, nothing accurate. The first and foremost reason for that was that Zaryusu had never, [i]would[/i] never tell another soul what he and his brother did when they were alone together.

A close second, however, was the fact that he didn't remember much of the night at all. He remembered going over to Shasuryu's home, and he remembered Shasuryu proceeding to break out a bottle of wine.

Or, no, not just wine. Shasuryu had said this was something special, a sort of experiment from the gatherers of the village. They had taken a great deal of regular wine, somehow boiled it down or otherwise reduced it through some process beyond Zaryusu's knowledge, and produced a few bottles of liquor totalling about a fifth the volume of what they'd started with.

It would've been seen as a great waste, had lizardmen 

possessed any taste for fruit beyond its use in making alcohol, or had their stocks of wine been low enough for such an experiment to run the risk of draining them. As it was, the gatherers saw what they'd made as a curiosity, though likely not one to be repeated given the amount of wine needed to produce it.

But then, Shasuryu had caught wind of it, and took a great interest. He secured a bottle of it for his own use, and that had been the drink of the night. Each glass was the rival of five glasses of any regular wine—it was hardly any wonder that the night had quickly turned to a blur in Zaryusu's mind.

But then, there was yet another reason Zaryusu wouldn't say much of that night, and that was simply because it was so long ago. Months had passed. Many things had happened, far more notable than one drunken night with his brother, or any of the other dalliances they'd had in the interim.

The threat of invasion. The confederation of the tribes, followed by their defeat, and now the service of the lizardmen to Lord Ainz Ooal Gown by means of their new leader, Cocytus.

All of those had been events of unmatched enormity for the lizardmen, sweeping changes to their entire way of life. Yet as significant as all of it had been, to Zaryusu it was still matched in importance by one other change in his life.

During the effort to unite the tribes, he had met Crusch Lulu. The most beautiful woman he had ever met. He'd proclaimed his love for her at first sight, he'd died and been brought back 

to life in her arms. Now, they were married. Now, everything in his life had changed.

And yet in spite of that, so much remained the same. While Cocytus remained the ultimate authority in charge of the lizardmen, the individual chieftains had maintained their positions, acting in charge of their own tribes while enacting the will of Cocytus.

That meant Shasuryu still led the Green Claw. It meant that the whole tribe still worked with each other for the betterment and development of their own people. Even at that moment, Zaryusu stood outside a fish farm, one of several that had been recently erected in replication of his own initial design.

Major things had changed; minor things had not. Or so Zaryusu thought so briefly, before he jumped as a familiar hand slapped down onto his shoulder.

The sound of Shasuryu's laughter reached his ears. "Jumpy now, are we? You don't need to be so on edge, you know. We're moving into a new age of peace, prosperity! ...And all the good things like that."

Zaryusu turned to face Shasuryu and let out a sigh that gave way to chuckling. "Apologies. You caught me in the middle of a thought."

"Oh? And what great ideas is my ingenious little brother conjuring up?"


Zaryusu smiled. "Nothing grand. Just that, for all things have changed, how much they've stayed the same."

Shasuryu let out a thoughtful hum. "I know what you mean. Before, we simply did what was best for us. Now, we do the same, just with better guidance."

Zaryusu gave a grunt of acknowledgement. All throughout, Shasuryu's hand stayed planted on his shoulder. Now, in the brief silence that had taken hold, it began to rub back and forth.

"Say," Shasuryu said, his voice having dropped to a low, throaty register, "I'll tell you one thing that's changed: we haven't spent a night together in ages. How about it?"

Zaryusu looked over at him with eyes full of surprise, which didn't fade even when he gave another, less comfortable laugh in response to Shasuryu's words. "We certainly can't do that at my house anymore. Not with Crusch around."

Shasuryu waved his free hand and blew a dismissive note through his muzzle. "No issue. I can arrange for my wife to be gone for a night. My home is our sanctuary."

As comforting as Shasuryu had clearly intended that to be, Zaryusu looked no more at ease—if anything, he'd begun to squirm under the press of the hand on his shoulder. "Well, it's more than that. I just prefer to do those sorts of things... with her, now."


Then, there was a silence. The tension that had been mounting within Zaryusu spread to the air, enveloping both of them. He swore he could feel Shasuryu's hand tighten on his shoulder.

But then, a moment later, it was broken. Shasuryu let out a laugh, full-bodied and genuine, then gave Zaryusu a parting slap on the back before retracting his arm to his side. "Suit yourself, brother. I didn't come all this way to pick your brain or proposition you, anyway."

Zaryusu let out a sigh of relief through his nose, and a smile returned to his muzzle. He'd been worried about when that issue would come up, and how to deal with it. He hadn't expected it to go so quickly, or so easily. "What did you want, then?"

"With how busy everything's been, your wife and I have never had a chance to meet in a less... official capacity. How would the two of you like to get together sometime? Have some wine and an enjoyable evening together."

Zaryusu hummed. That actually sounded quite nice. So much so that he could hardly believe the conversation had come here after hitting such an awkward snag not moments ago. "She would adore that—and the chance to finally meet your wife. Eh, so long as it's not any of that [i]special[/i] wine."

Shasuryu let out a snort. "No, no. Those bottles are long gone, even if I did have a mind to serve it."

"In that case, what time were you thinking?"

"Well, seeing as how my plans for this evening have evaporated," Shasuryu said, looking away from Zaryusu's face and instead choosing to examine his own claws, "I'd be willing to do it tonight, if she's available."

"Ah." Zaryusu thought it over, and honestly, he couldn't find any reason to say no. Neither he nor Crusch had made plans for anything more than a quiet night in. Plus, getting to talk to Shasuryu with Crusch there seemed like it would help blow past any residual awkwardness that might've been present between them. "Well, I'll have to ask Crusch, but if she says yes, then absolutely."

"Wonderful!" Shasuryu slapped his hands together. "Let me know how she feels about, say, six. Oh, this will be delightful—something more to share with my brother."

Zaryusu just smiled, unsure what to make of his brother's enthusiasm.

———

Crusch had agreed. The hour had come and gone, leaving them now somewhere in the realm of seven or seven thirty.

All three of them were gathered in Zaryusu's home, sitting on a mat laid out on the floor with cups in front of them, all centred around a bottle that sat a little less than half-full between them. Once they'd agreed to meet at Zaryusu's 

home, Shasuryu had insisted on bringing the wine.

Laughter from all of them permeated the air. That laughter stood in spite of a slight strangeness that had beset them at the beginning, and still lurked somewhere just outside of their acknowledgement.

It had been spurred to life with the absence of Shasuryu's wife. Zaryusu had asked him about it, and been given no satisfactory response—rather, he'd been waved off and been given a vague non-answer about her having "other engagements."

It had been confusing, borderline uncomfortable. But Shasuryu had refused to pay it any mind and had ushered the two of them inside, offering them wine, immediately engaging them in eager, raucous conversation.

Not about anything. About everything. Shasuryu was giving his all towards playing the role of attentive guest, oozing every bit of charisma and charm he'd cultivated during his role as chieftain, now mobilized towards locking the two of them into engaging talks about whatever opportunities for topics they offered, and where there were none, something that he offered himself.

Throughout it all, he had taken especial care to keep their cups brimming with wine. Zaryusu was floored by it all. Was Shasuryu this excited to have an evening in with his wife? Odd, as they [i]had[/i] met before. Or was this overabundance of effort a way of making up for the earlier come-on? If so, it was altogether too much for an apology.


More than floored, though, Zaryusu was also feeling a bit tipsy—which was odd, considering he really hadn't drank all that much wine.

"Shasuryu," Zaryusu said, catching a hint of a slur to his words. "You didn't bring out that weird wine again, did you?"

"Of course not," Shasuryu said, fixing him with a smile as warm as anything else he'd said or done that evening. "I told you that I got rid of that stuff. No, this is something else—with kancha root."

"Kancha root?" Zaryusu echoed.

"Just a little something I added. Now, I must admit, Zaryusu, I did have some intentions other than getting to talk to your wife when I invited you here."

"Is... Did you want to apologize? About earlier?"

Shasuryu stared at him for a moment. Then, he burst into a fit of laughter, slapping at his thigh as if that were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Zaryusu did nothing but stare on dumbly.

When he'd finally recovered enough to be able to, Shasuryu spoke again. "Hardly! Though you're on the right track, as far as subject goes. We used to have fun all the time, little brother. I [i]miss[/i] it."

Zaryusu stiffened—or at least tried to, his muscles seeming to lack the strength and speed he'd expected of them. "Shasuryu, I don't think we should be talking about..."

He had turned to the side to look at Crusch, not wanting her to hear about the sort of "fun" that he and Shasuryu used to have together, only to find that she didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation at all. She was slouched where she sat, staring off at the wall with an unnervingly blank expression. Her jaw was slack, a slight trickle of drool making its way out of the corner of her mouth.

Only a moment after Zaryusu had turned to look at her, she started to lean to the side, seemingly oblivious to her weight shifting. Zaryusu tried to move over to catch her—but his body had other ideas, muscles either half-functional or completely lax. All he succeeded in doing was knocking himself onto his side, thankfully still able to catch himself from smacking into the ground with the help of one arm.

Crusch, however, was in no state to do the same. Her slow cant suddenly accelerated into a fall as she flopped onto the mat, sprawling out over it on her side in a mess of limp limbs and the dead weight of her tail. It looked painful, but she only acknowledged anything had happened at all with a small grunt as she made impact.

"Why not? It concerns her as well," Shasuryu said, now crawling over the floor towards Zaryusu. "And even about my own wife. We used to share [i]everything,[/i] Zaryusu—I didn't think that a woman coming into your life would change that."

"What are you talking about?" Zaryusu growled. "Did you... drug me, because you're mad we don't [i]fuck[/i] anymore?"

"Yes and no." Shasuryu took up a spot sitting beside his brother, immediately dipping a hand down between his legs to grope at his crotch. Zaryusu let out another, more hostile growl, tried to shove it away, only to find that even more of his strength had sapped away than he'd thought. Trying to move Shasuryu's arm was like trying to shove a tree out of the ground.

"It was always about more than just fucking, Zaryusu. It was about [i]sharing. Everything.[/i]"

One of those fingers dipped inside of Zaryusu's slit, probing not with any brutality or lack of skill, but with all the experience that Shasuryu had built up after so many sessions doing things just like this with his brother. Zaryusu let out a hiss through clenched teeth.

"Whenever we spent the night together, do you know what I would do after we finished, Zaryusu?" Shasuryu mused. "You'd cum in me. Fill me up. Then, I would go home, and go to bed with my wife."

It took a moment for the implication behind those words to sink in. When it did, Zaryusu looked up at Shasuryu with a look of horror, one which was met with nothing less than a wide grin from his older brother. "You didn't."

"I did." Shasuryu's lips peeled back from his grin, exposing 

rows of sharp teeth. "How does it feel, Zaryusu? You and your wife, looking forward to a child, when you could already have one—from my wife, courtesy of the mess you left all over my cock."

The idea was horrifying. Revolting. Yet paired with the hand and fingers that were still working busily between his legs, diving deep and rubbing at all the most sensitive areas of his slit, Zaryusu found his body responding to it in a way that did not at all mirror his feelings on the matter.

Zaryusu growled again, this time as much from exertion as from anger, willing his body to move [i]away[/i] from Shasuryu. Seeing his efforts to do so, Shasuryu simply planted his free hand onto Zaryusu's chest, effortlessly pinning him flat on his back while continuing to coax him free of his slit.

"Don't bother. I gave you more than enough kancha root to put you out of commission, and her almost twice that," Shasuryu said, gesturing with a roll of his head towards Crusch laid out on the floor behind him. Then, he gave Zaryusu a wink. "I want you to be able to watch, after all."

"Watch what?" Zaryusu spat, though he feared he might know the answer. He just didn't know if he was asking it as some sort of challenge to Shasuryu, or if he just didn't want to imagine, to even [i]acknowledge[/i] what it was he'd be made to watch.

Shasuryu didn't even bother answering, just scoffed. He had 

a little more than a third of Zaryusu's cock in hand now, poking free from his slit after Shasuryu's diligent efforts to bring it out to play. Satisfied with that, Shasuryu pulled his fingers out from between Zaryusu's legs. Then, he used hand he had planted on the other lizardman's chest to support himself as he swung his legs over Zaryusu and straddled him, his knees planted to either side of his younger brother's hips.

And that hand which had been exploring Zaryusu's slit not so long ago at all was now planted against Shasuryu's own. His fingers didn't go inside, though; they planted themselves along the sides of it, spreading it wide, baring the interior of it in invitation. The offer to make use of it not for his own maleness, still tucked away inside, but as a warm hole for Zaryusu to plunge his own into.

As Zaryusu had done so many times before, and to great pleasure. Yet now, he felt a firestorm of emotions as Shasuryu lowered his hips down towards his own. Anger, powerlessness, disgust—yet also some twinge of remembered bliss that kept his cock from drawing back into his slit, even without Shasuryu's hand squeezing and rubbing at it.

"Don't think this is out of spite," Shasuryu said. "I mean, sure, I'm frustrated with you. But that's just because you got all tangled up with your wife and forgot that brothers are supposed to [i]share.[/i]"

"You're crazy," Zaryusu muttered.

"Am I? You didn't seem to think it was overly crazy when you were fucking [i]my[/i] wife."

That ought to have been nonsense, a complete non sequitur—yet somehow, it made Zaryusu's blood turn to ice in his veins. Some dim spark of recognition within him, fed on a hundred half-remembered moments and the murky visions of what he'd always assumed to be "just dreams."

And then, right on the heels of that awful revelation, Shasuryu dropped down and took half of Zaryusu's cock into himself in one stroke.

Zaryusu gave a grunt as if he'd been punched in the chest. In spite of the horror of the situation, in spite of the fact that only half of his shaft was actually out and free to be stuffed into Shasuryu's slit, the feeling of those warm walls gripping his dick had a familiarity to it. A feeling that had roots dug into memories of so many past nights spend buried deep inside it, feeling it wring countless orgasms out of him.

It was that traitorous conditioning combined with the raw, undeniable power of pleasure that moved Zaryusu's cock to twitch, throb, and begin sliding out further, deeper into his brother's slit. Zaryusu looked up at his brother with a look of anger and betrayal. Shasuryu matched it with an expression that didn't speak of cruel joy, but was completely, coldly even.

"But maybe I was wrong," Shasuryu mused. "You feel we [i]aren't[/i] supposed to share everything? Fine. It's a shame, a tremendous shame, but we can stop."


Shasuryu did not stop. He leaned forward, planting his hands onto Zaryusu's shoulders while pressing his hips down, grinding and squeezing against his younger brother's cock in an effort to draw yet more of it into his slit.

"As soon as I make things [i]even.[/i]"

"E-even?" Zaryusu didn't understand—or half-understood and desperately wanted it not to be true. "Shasuryu, you need to stop this now!"

Shasuryu said nothing. Even to his own ears, Zaryusu's words held no weight, no power. His older brother seemed to have all the words, all the rationale to explain himself, however horrid his actions. All Zaryusu had was a drunken mouth and a dose of however much kancha root Shasuryu had given him, whatever that even was.

And with every second he'd wasted trying to talk his way out of things, his dick had been pulsing, hardening, now sitting at its full size inside Shasuryu's slit. His older brother let out a crooning noise, clearly luxuriating in the feeling of it stretching him out, pressing against his own cock hidden away inside. Zaryusu felt a similar pleasure, only it felt like a lead weight in his gut and left him burning with shame.

"Crusch will—"

"Know nothing," Shasuryu interrupted. "I wish the two of you the height of happiness—and an abundance of children."

Shasuryu drew himself up halfway off Zaryusu's cock, feeling it give a needy pulse at the walls of his slit dragging over it, depriving it of that blissful warmth and tightness, before dropping himself back onto it. Both of them let out a shared hiss at the feeling of it spearing into him, Zaryusu through clenched teeth in resistance of it, while Shasuryu was showing nothing less than open indulgence.

Then, seconds later, Shasuryu was going up again. He had all of Zaryusu's length to work with, now; there was nothing stopping him from going as fast as he pleased. If he had a mind to draw out his own pleasure, work himself to a climax off of nothing but the feeling of riding his brother's cock, then he might've been inclined to take things slow.

But that was hardly his goal. This was just a stepping stone on the way to making things even, and one he intended to pass through with all due speed. One moment, he'd been stationary, merely grinding against Zaryusu's dick—and the next, he was throwing himself up and down on his knees, riding it for all it was worth.

And with every bounce, every time their slits met one another, there was a wet slap. Precum was already spilling into him, drooling from Shasuryu's member almost as much as Zaryusu's, rapidly turning his slit into a slippery, oozing mess. Slick, ideal for Shasuryu's purposes. The stuff drooled out of him in thick droplets down Zaryusu's shaft every time Shasuryu pulled up, palpable evidence of their mutual lust, to be smeared across both their scales whenever he dropped down again.


It went on for a bit. Up and down motion, set to the noises of slapping and grunting. But it wasn't any of those sounds that Shasuryu was listening for. His attention was fixed inside himself, waiting to feel it—and he just had. Zaryusu had started giving those powerful, tell-tale throbs. His younger brother's breathing changed, now faster and heavier than anything that had preceded it. He could see the tension screwing up his face as that inevitable finish started winding up inside him.

It was exactly what Shasuryu had been waiting for. The moment he saw it, he dropped his full weight down onto Zaryusu's crotch, even being moved to wince himself from the force with which the other lizardman's cock came plunging into his slit, the head of it slamming against his own as if trying to drive it deeper into his body.

Which was good. The pain of it distracted Shasuryu just enough from his own mounting pleasure, while translating into nothing but even greater intensity for his brother. Shasuryu didn't rise up again, but instead started to use his inner muscles to [i]wring[/i] and [i]squeeze[/i] Zaryusu's cock, trying to draw that release out of him without so much as another thrust or bounce on his lap.

"Come on, let it out," Shasuryu purred, grinding his hips down and, in turn, his crotch against Zaryusu's.

Zaryusu growled at the encouragement but, ultimately, had little choice in the matter. His toes curled and his claws scrabbled feebly against the floor, but for as weak as the 

muscles in his limbs were, there were others that were clearly in full working order—as shown when his cock gave a violent pulse, and with an accompanying squeeze from Shasuryu's insides, was finally pushed over the edge.

His growl turned into a gasp. In an orgasm made all the more powerful for his trying to suppress it, Zaryusu's dick sprang into a burst of throbs, one after the other, and it only took one before there was more to show for it than just twitching. A rope of cum shot out of him and, with nowhere else for it to go, immediately splattered against the head of his older brother's member.

Shasuryu felt it shooting inside of him, a surge of warmth that oozed out to fill all the nooks and crannies of his slit with fluid ease, and let out a satisfied chirr from deep in his chest. He kept his weight pressed down, pushing their slits against one another as if in some sort of lewd kiss, all while spurt after spurt of seed continued to gush into his own.

He let a hand drop down to rest on the bottom half of his abdomen, just able to feel the bulge of Zaryusu's cock underneath, the way it throbbed powerfully enough to be felt even through those layers of muscle and scale. Just another indicator of his brother's virility—a quality that would serve Zaryusu well tonight, if his objection to Shasuryu's idea of sharing was as true as he'd made it out to be. It would have to be potent, enough so to outperform Shasuryu's own.

In service to that, and perhaps out of some idea of fairness, Shasuryu made a point not to spill a drop. He clamped down 

tight around Zaryusu's shaft, sealing every spurt of seed inside him as best he could, all the way until Zaryusu had nothing left to give.

Then, he pulled off, a wet noise filling the air as Shasuryu's slit dragged along the cum-slick surface of his brother's shaft. When the tip at last tugged free of him, accompanied by a distinct pop, his slit was left gaping and drooling a trickle of the gift that Zaryusu had so generously filled him with.

But only for a moment. Shasuryu clenched and did his best to draw his inner muscles together, weary as they might've been after taking such a pounding, and his slit quickly recovered back to its former tightness. A few drops still escaped, rolling down along the base of his tail and dripping onto the floor, but there would be more than enough left over for his purposes.

While Zaryusu was still lying there, panting and trying to recover, Shasuryu was already pushing himself up off of his brother and back onto his feet. One hand had wandered down to his crotch, where it had started rubbing insistently at his slit—not probing inside with his fingers, as he was so fond of doing, but squeezing and stimulating it from the outside.

"What are you doing?" Zaryusu asked wearily, staring up at him from the floor. Shasuryu glanced down at him, then took a step away, turning his back on him.

"Now," Shasuryu said, walking over to where Crusch laid senseless on her side, a small puddle of saliva having formed under her muzzle, "I am making us even."

"Don't." The tone with which Zaryusu spat that word was unique—a particular blend of aggression and desperation, trying to rail angrily against something that he had absolutely no control over.

Shasuryu paid it no mind whatsoever. Instead, he dropped down to a squat and rolled Crusch onto her back, with her letting out a small, incoherent mumble at being shifted around. He started dragging her body along the floor and positioning her limbs like she was nothing more than a ragdoll, spreading her legs wide to grant himself unfettered access to what laid between them.

And, of course, positioning her so that Zaryusu would have a perfect angle of everything that Shasuryu did to her.

When she was all laid out how he wanted her to be, Shasuryu didn't climb on top of her right away. He knelt beside her, but he kept his body angled towards Zaryusu, hand at last returning to his crotch to frame what had now become a burgeoning erection.

Which he made a point of not touching directly, only stimulating it from the base, massaging it through the lips of his slit. There was a clear reason for that: his shaft was entirely coated in a thin layer of white, and Shasuryu was making every effort not to disturb it.

Zaryusu's heart dropped into his stomach as he laid eyes on it. The obvious conclusion, giving Crusch the same treatment he'd been giving his own wife. He wanted nothing more than to spring at Shasuryu in a flying tackle, beat his older brother until some manner of sense was pounded into his skull. Yet when he tried to move, he could barely lift himself half a foot off the ground before collapsing back in an exhausted heap.

"Don't [i]do[/i] this," Zaryusu said. All the fire had gone out of his voice now, leaving nothing but plaintive begging.

"I don't know if you recall, brother," Shasuryu said, swinging a leg over Crusch and positioning himself over top of her in a manner not at all unlike how he used to do with Zaryusu so many times before, "but you made a promise to me, back when I gave you the privilege of bedding my wife."

As he spoke, he was shifting around, getting himself ready. His hands gripped at her arms. He lowered his hips down and aligned the tip of his drooling cock with that slight gap in her scales, just between her legs.

"And perhaps I can't make you into my ideal, perfect brother—but the very least I can do is keep you true to your word."

And with those words, he [i]slammed[/i] his hips down, the tip of his cock piercing into her. Gliding along on a slick layer of Zaryusu's seed, the rest of his shaft slid smoothly, easily inside of her, her body as receptive to his lust as it had been to Zaryusu's whenever he'd lain with her.

There were no words to adequately convey the impotent rage that Zaryusu felt, but there was a sound. He let out a high, trilling keen of rage from where he laid on the floor, shaking as his useless muscles tried and failed to carry his body forward in a frenzy.

Again, Shasuryu ignored it, focusing purely on breeding the female beneath him. As forceful as his thrusts were, gritting his teeth and letting out passionate growls as he railed the beautiful white lizard below him, what he was doing wasn't just meaningless cruelty. Not to him. To him, this was about setting things right—and slaking the burning lust that had risen up inside him from riding his brother's cock.

Some part of Shasuryu preferred to linger on that thought. Even longed for the feel of Zaryusu inside of him [i]again,[/i] rather than having to sate his desire with the female beneath him. But he overcame it, gave her value, by dwelling on the knowledge—this was the woman that Zaryusu loved. This was the hole that his brother had bred before him.

That was what gave him determination, flowing into his muscles and propelling his body to drive his hips harder into Crusch. Beads of mixed fluids—hers, his own, Zaryusu's—splattered across their bodies as he thrust into her. 

Perhaps some of that energy flowed into her; Crusch let out faint moans and writhed under his touch, signs of life, as if the sensation of being fucked had stirred something in her unconscious mind. After some time, she said something coherent. A single word, whispered on a breath that both brothers nonetheless latched onto as clearly as if she'd 

screamed it. 

"Zaryusu..."

Shasuryu smiled. He spoke evenly, even as he continued to pound Crusch's hole with breakneck speed. "You see, Zaryusu? Even with me doing this, she's still thinking of you. Because our sharing doesn't mean she loves you any less."

"Bastard," Zaryusu snarled.

"It's just like," Crusch mumbled, head turning from one side to the other before dropping back limp to the floor, "our first night together..."

A new streak of cold horror wormed its way down Zaryusu's spine. Shasuryu let out a snort.

"If she thinks I'm you," Shasuryu said, "then I suppose I should treat her like a proper mate."

Zaryusu had only just heard those words, had no time to process them, before Shasuryu was acting. Already positioned over top of her, he didn't need to move far; all he needed to do was dip his head down, and his muzzle was right over Crusch's neck.

Then, his jaws flung open, and he seized the side of her neck between his teeth. Not with killing intent, but none too gently—just the amount of force called for by a mating bite.

In that moment, the house was a cacophony of sound. Crusch's faint, shuddering moan of pleasure at being taken. Shasuryu's possessive, rumbling growl, a deep tone that rolled up into the throat of his conquest. Loudest of all, Zaryusu's shriek of fury at the sight of it all.

All that alongside the slap of Shasuryu's body against Crusch's own as he kept thrusting into her, the sound made wet from her own juices just as much as any of his or Zaryusu's own fluids. It was growing faster, Shasuryu shifting into harder, shorter strokes as he neared a finish, pushing himself towards his peak.

Though it wasn't Crusch beneath him that was bringing him there. Not on any level besides the most grossly physical. What had driven him to such heights of lust, now as so many times before, was his brother.

Shasuryu kept him in mind even now. The residual ache in his slit of where Zaryusu had been. The memory of the warmth of his seed inside him, spread across his shaft. The knowledge that it was that same seed that he was pounding deeper into Crusch even now, and the way their essences would mix once Shasuryu finally came.

In that moment, in some way, it was as if Crusch's dreamlike haze and the fires of Shasuryu's imagination were in tune—of one mind.

Shasuryu slammed himself as deep into Crusch as he could reach, the lips of his slit kissing those of her own entrance, the head of his cock sitting what had to be an ever-so-slight 

distance from her womb. A long hiss of pleasure rolled out of his muzzle.

His dick pulsed inside of her, then exploded. A powerful spurt of an orgasm that had been building potential from the moment he mounted his brother, now given the chance for release inside her warm, tight, and above all welcoming, pussy. Even through her drug-induced stupor, Crusch recognized the feeling of that familiar heat shooting into her, of liquid pooling in her deepest, most sensitive area.

She moaned, squirmed, played the part of lovingly receptive mate as best as her twilight consciousness and weakened body could muster. Her muscles clenched down around Shasuryu's cock in an orgasm that was perhaps felt more by him than by her, her inner muscles tugging and wringing at his shaft as if trying to milk him for his seed. Something that was accomplished with ease, more ropes of the stuff shooting deep inside her.

And Zaryusu simply laid there, watching it all. There was nothing else that he could do. It was far too late to take any sort of action even if he had to power to. Anger no longer burned bright; it had given way to a cool misery in the face of this wrong that was now impossible to avoid, or even to right.

His sight of the two of them grew bleary. Zaryusu blinked, and felt something roll down the side of his face. He cried silently, without a hitch or a sound, lying there still and quiet as a stone.

Then, after a brief silence broken only by the shared panting of Shasuryu and Crusch, he released her. His jaws eased their grip on her neck, the marks of his teeth on her scales with a slight trickle of blood serving as a lingering mark of what he'd done. He pushed himself up and pulled out of her in one motion, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sucking sound, leaving his orgasm to drool out from her folds in his wake.

Mingled with, perhaps, some trace of Zaryusu's own. That utter perversion was now the only thing that bore any resemblance to hope in this nightmare of a scenario that Zaryusu found himself in, that the pregnancy this would result in would at least be of his own making.

Shasuryu, moments ago lost in the throes of passion, now brought himself up to his feet and stood with an almost businesslike air. He stepped away from Crusch and turned towards Zaryusu, meeting his hollow gaze staring up from the floor.

"You shouldn't worry," Shasuryu said, his voice as plain as if he were commenting on the weather. "There's every chance the child will be yours. Maybe once you come to your senses, we can share with each other again sometime."

Zaryusu offered nothing. Shasuryu looked at him a moment longer, with something that might have been the formations of pity. The same pity one might share for a child hurting themselves out of ignornace, for one who doesn't know any better.


Then he turned and walked away, towards the door. Shasuryu went out into the night, and the door swung shut behind him, leaving the two of them alone.

Some modicum of strength had returned to Zaryusu's limbs. Not enough, but some. Enough for him to reach forward and grab a hold of the mat, grunting and huffing with effort as he dragged himself across it. He couldn't have moved more than a foot, and even that had left him wheezing, like his body was carved out of solid lead.

Nevertheless, he reached out, grabbed a part of the mat further ahead, and dragged himself forward again. Again and again, crawling across the floor and inching towards where Crusch laid not that far away at all—yet it might as well have been a marathon of distance.

His vision became hazy. His blood rushed in his ears. Whatever the mechanism of the drug was, it was certainly punishing him for expending so much effort. Yet he kept on, drawing on some impossible reserve of strength in the face of his growing exhaustion.

Eventually, Zaryusu reached her. He laid down next to her, nose to nose. This close, he could see her face so clearly, in such detail. Peaceful, almost serene in her unconsciousness. She still looked beautiful, even now, in these circumstances.

His arm felt as numb and heavy as an iron bar as he lifted it up and draped it over her. Only when Zaryusu was able to touch her in the bounds of that half-embrace did he allow the 

weight of the drug on his body to finally draw him down into the black.

———

When the two woke up, nothing had changed.

Crusch and Zaryusu came to on the floor. Both felt a bit weak, a bit sore, and both had terrible headaches—all of which could be attributed to drinking too much wine the night before. Crusch was covered in the residue of a night of lovemaking, after having awoke next to her husband. There was nothing to suspect.

Being in such a poor state herself, Crusch paid no mind to the state of shock in which Zaryusu approached the day. He staggered out into the village, dumbstruck and numb, and looked for Shasuryu. Eventually, he saw him, walking by in the village centre.

About twenty yards from one another, they locked eyes. Zaryusu's breath hitched in his throat. A moment passed. Then, Shasuryu waved.

A wave. He didn't even bother saying hello before going on his way. Zaryusu could do nothing but stare after him, watching him disappear around the corner of a hut.

Everything had changed. Everything had stayed the same.

The evening came. He could keep himself busy all day, but 

Zaryusu had to come home eventually, and when he did, Crusch was there. She could tell something was off about him; she asked what it was. Zaryusu dismissed it as a long, lingering hangover.

That didn't satisfy her, but there was only so much she could press him. They ate dinner. They passed the time, and Zaryusu struggled through it while attempting to maintain a veneer of normalcy. Eventually, night came. They laid next to each other, and Crusch slept.

Zaryusu did not. For an hour, he must have laid there, and he did not sleep.

Eventually, he crawled out of bed, away from her. He moved through the house towards a spot on the floor. A very particular spot. There were still a few dark spots where the mat had been stained from the night before.

Zaryusu sat there, and he wondered. He wondered what he could possibly do in this situation. Was he supposed to tell Crusch the truth? Just imagining the dawning horror on her face as he explained it made his gut wrench.

He thought. He thought what happen if he tried to accuse the chieftain of the tribe of raping his wife. Would they even believe him? What if they [i]did;[/i] what would become of the tribe after their leader was found guilty of such a crime?

He pictured what a child that would result from this union might look like. Him and his brother had such similar builds, they came from the same family—practically the only 

difference between them was the colour of their scales. Yet with Crusch's albinism, even that would have little effect on their child's appearance. There would be no way to tell which one of them was the father.

Finally, he imagined the Great Lake of Tob, of its affluents and distributaries. Waters flowing together and apart and merging yet again, impossible to differentiate and the flow impossible to redirect without sending it crashing down in a violent, destructive wave someplace else.