6:30: (Smothering, Asphyxiation)

She can't breathe. She can't see. Everything around her is an inky blackness, and it's like being trapped in a glass pane. She can... barely move her head, I guess... 

She can feel.

There's something pressing on her face, and her leg is twitching. She's not the one doing that, either. She's clothed in nothing but a pair of pink and blue striped panties, with a wet black spot in the middle. Then, a bright light, and some cold feeling.

"Just a couple more seconds."

A reassuring, masculine voice soothes her. Her next thought is 'Oh, right. I'm supposed to di-"

Her body rejects it. She moves, and the black void moves with her. Her back arches and her claws dig into the fabric. Her chest feels like it's caving in, and then she can't feel it anymore. Just some warmth between her thighs. She heard the ruffling of fabric, but it sounds like an echo now. 

Her arm moves on its own, slapping against something fleshy and warm, and then it gets trapped! Locked between the warmth, inside the crevice, rubbing up against something pulsing and... and, like, a cylinder? But it's hot, whatever it is. Maybe if she rubs it, she'll be let free. Maybe. But she's sleepy. 

There's little circles of darkness in the darkness in the corner of her darkness. 'I want to put my mouth on it. Maybe he'll choke me on that next. Choking? Am I choking? I can't hear anything anymore. I thought it would be scarier. Good news, it doesn't hurt. Sleepy. I should...'

Her body sags downwards, her hand still lightly wrapped around that warm thing. Like she's supposed to.



7:00: (Neck snap.)

Gasp. Cold. Cold everywhere but hot between her legs. Cough, hack, arms flail and then shoot straight up as the brain, previously stopped, restarts. The pillow is thrown off her face by the flailing. She tries to sit upright, but the sounds hit her hard. It's like, a clapping noise. Her first words are a sleepy "wha-ham-ai? Whass- ah- hah- hah-! Aa- Hahn!" 

The clapping is coming from her spread thighs. Jeez, he didn't even take off the panties. My chest hurts. Fuck, coming back hurts. Where is...

Then, she sees his face, and her heart melts. He looks like a puppy in heat, his hips pistoning against hers. God, she's getting fat. Her ass jiggles even from up here. Fuck. He looks so happy.

She moans and throws her head back, feeling in her legs returning and with it, the aftershocks of several necrophilic orgasms as her nervous system snaps back online. It's better than an alarm clock.

He noticed her awakening long ago, he's just too enraptured in what he's doing to notice her there. She places her hand on his, and their fingers lock up together. He loves her so much, look what he would even do to her body. May as well be HIS body, after he was done with it. 

She brings his paw up to her cheek and nestled with it, still unable to really talk from never getting to catch a breath. He puts his other hand on her other cheek. She puckers her lips. Her pupils turn to tiny beads and her fluffy weasel ears fold back. Her thoughts raced. It went something like:

"Oh, shit, he's gonna kiss me. Did I brush my teeth before the noose? Uh. Just a-"

Suddenly, the world spins. She heard a cracking noise, and she's looking at the floor somehow? She felt like, a pinch. Oh. OH. 

"Oh, he wasn't done. I'm... sorry." Were her last thoughts, but they came out as a whimper and a squeaky wheeze, her arm slamming into the wood on the side of the bed with a dull 'thunk'. There's a lot of noises, and when her leg falls off too, she can see it's shaking violently. Shit, it's getting dark. But the sun is up. What am I supposed to do when that happens? Right. Roll your eyes... open your mouth... tongue out. Yes. Good girl. Heehee. I'm...


8:10. (Cooking Fetish, Dolcett? I guess? Throat Slitting.)

That should be enough time, right? She tries to sit up, reading the alarm clock. It always sucks waiting around in that void. To her, it felt like about a minute had passed. It was an hour. Dammit, he'll be mad if breakfast isn't ready. 

She hurries out of bed and out the bedroom door, completely naked. Her present worries were more pressing than clothing, and nothing's colder than that place. This was nothing.

As she slid into the kitchen, she was met with a tapping foot from the lizard standing next to an open oven door. On the table next to him is some butter and a knife and some kinda... orange liquid in one of those... squirt guns from that old cartoon. Fuck if she knew what it was called.

"Babe, I'm so sorry. Are you hungry? Let me get you a snack, and you can-"

"You're the snack." He says, pointing to the oven. Her mind once again moves at light speed. Time slows down. It's a good thing she didn't put on clean underwear. Be soaked through after that. She's visibly dripping.

"...Yes, sir." She responds, despondent. She hangs her head to not present the uncontainable grin on her face to him as she climbs into a baking dish on the floor.

The lizard places the butter in front of her, and the knife, and she picks it up with shaky hands, takes a smear of it, and starts coating herself. Her arms, her knees, her tongue, and a little design on her face. Meanwhile, her mate takes his weapon and shoots over her. The warm liquid coats her back, and she waits for the rush. She can barely contain herself as she waits in that tin.

"What's your name, Food?"

"Breakfast, Sir." She responds.

"Are you tasty, food?!"

"Yes, sir."

He presses the baster- BASTER. That's the word. Not a squirt gun- ohp, it's in her asshole. She gasps and her hands clench, dropping the knife, but she strains and takes it. Not the biggest thing ever stuffed up there, but it's cold. ;w;

He repeats himself, louder this time.

8:15

"Are you tasty, Breakfast?!"

"Yes, sir, delicious, sir!"

"That's some good talking meat." The baster- was cold, but the liquid was warm. And slippery. Felt nice. Not sticky, like cum. Every word made her shiver, and every word did she hang on to. Butter on the breasts. Oil so she won't burn. Baste, Baste.

Then she feels weightless for a second as he lifts her up, and into the oven she goes. He puts more things on her, more things in her. He slaps her ass cheeks. Oh, right, her body's getting fat. Shit. Well, more for him. She's close. He keeps 'tenderizing' her, and she gets close each time. How could she- oh, right!

"Pizza sauce, babe...!" A safe word for that. There was one that meant 'stop', too, but she forgot it. Never... really needed it. But what she NEEDED was that button inside her pressed. He's digging for it. His fingers, like little heated spears, prodding her every inner inch. She leans her butt, wiggling it outside of the oven this way and that, until he gets it. She has to bite her tongue, but a little scream comes out anyways. Her whole back slams into the roof of the oven, and she has to hold her knees to not break the baking tin.

"Pizza good?"

"Y-yeaah...~"

Slam! Goes the oven door. Then, a soft 'tik-tik-tik-tik' noise. A countdown to it. She always had a safety device for things like this. Inside the cooking tin was a knife, and when the heat went from comfortable to unbearable, she'd slam her throat into it and pull to the side. In one swift motion. Practiced, too. He showed her how best to do it. He always knew when she did it, because she's make a little rattling noise, her tail would shoot straight up, giving him a solid view of her dew-coated folds as they glistened in the firelight. Then she'd sag down and stop moving, her head tilted to the side, and maybe twitch once or twice.


10:00  Damn, burning is great. It's the closest she'll get to an hour of warmth in that void. Vivid memories keep you nice and toasty when everything is cold and dead. Time for housework. It's the first day he's gotten off in a while, so she planned to make it special for him. She's got several bodies, thanks to that machine in the basement. Speaking of which, that's where she wakes up! Feels nice, no bruises, no neck bones out of place.

Aww, he even left her some leftovers. It's her own head, severed from her body, along with some of her that he cooked properly once the fetish part was over. Her tongue was visible between her teeth, and she looked... like she had stabbed herself in the throat, yeah. She gave the head a tongue-kiss, moving singed hairs aside to do so. Still warm, actually.

He was probably still preparing the rest of her when she woke up. She gets up and looks in the mirror.



She stares back. Lacie, the Marten.

Oh, good, not fat anymore. Might need to do a squat or two. She knows just where to go to get that. But first, she quickly eats what she's given, chewy although it was. It tasted better because someone took the time to make it.

10:25 (Fellatio, Cock Asphyxiation, Death Incontinence)

Clomp-clomp-clomp up the stairs she goes. She does hear him in the kitchen, a mixture of washing dishes and putting plates away. There's a huge trash bag propped up by the front door that says 'LACIE 10/16/22'. It has a zipper on the front, and as she unzipped it, she saw herself. Her headless body, anyways. She had a huge gash from her slit to her tits, and it wasn't a nice scent to open it. Her hands were folded over it, tied together at the wrists. Her pussy... was stuffed with his seed. Goodness, wasn't she like, 300 degrees? Lizards always think they're dragons. 

"...He better have at least licked it to cool it first."

The marten sighs and zips the bag back up before picking up her favorite rope and tossing it through a little pulley attached to the ceiling. She starts tying it while humming, seated in his chair with her legs folded, and her scaly boyfriend comes out of the kitchen to kiss her.

"Was Breakfast delicious?" She asked, smiling. She doesn't look directly into his eyes, but hers are gleaming.

His are, too.

"She was. What're you making?"

"A bowtie. I'm getting you a present. Does it fit?" She asks, placing the adjustable noose around her neck. It pushes down her fluff and feels... itchy.

He wraps his hands around her neck and pulls on the rope from behind. She plays with him, grabbing onto it and gasping.

"HHHGHHK- Baackhb- aaaabe! Khhlllllgg mgheeee- hhgh-"

She reaches back over the chair and slaps his stomach, feeling for his slit, then she grabs onto it and coaxes his cock out. Her expression changes when she touched it, to relaxed and calm. But she keeps up the charade, gently stroking him. To which he walks around and presents it to her face. She feigns a look of shock and horror.

"Quick, Layce, breathe this!"

She grabs onto his hips and spreads her mouth wide open, essentially drooling for him. She liked it when he was happy. Taste of lizard dick wasn't bad either. With panicked fervor she buried herself on his slit, still making choked gags and moans. Her shoulders shuffled from side to side, and she bobbed her head up and down on him as he gingerly places his hands on her head. This was the first time all day that she rolled her eyes and they came back down. She tried to stifle a giggle, but his slit-scented shaft would be warmed by a brief exhaled chuckle before she kept up her roleplaying.

She clawed at his thighs, grasping his hips and pretending to suck the air out of that dick, her eyes wide and her pace fervent. She kept looking into his eyes, her pleasure derived from his, as she waited for the code word. 

"We're losing her! Lacie? C'mon, breathe, girl...!" He gasps, through moans. He's humping her face now, his claws digging into the back of her head. It hurts, but she uses it. Her hand '''''goes limp'''''" and slaps against her crotch, her mind synchronizing with his. Her thoughts milled away in the heat. Up, down, up, down. ACTUALLY breathe. She forgot for a second- wait-

As her nose slams into his smooth, scaled crotch, she gags, and he reaches down to pinch the bridge of it. She gags again and shakes her head to get him off, to loosen his grip, but he doesn't. The LOOK she gives this anthro lizard boy. A nonverbal "Really? We're doing this? On your dick? You're killing me on your dick?" glare. His eyes meet hers and he recoils. She'll probably be mad when she wakes up, but he doesn't let go.

She keeps glaring at him as he does this, and he pumps his hips forwards. She keeps sternly gazing at him. One minute passes like this, and she gags again. Minute and a half, her chest caves in a little bit, and she coughs on his dick. She instinctively pulls her head back, but he pushes forwards, pinning her into his chair. Her fingers and toes curl and clench, and her eyes unfocus as she dry-heaves, her throat constricting his cock. Anything to get him out, anything to get-

AIR!!!

Her body screams it as she bucks, her back curving out of the seat. Her eyes, still staring at her mate's soul, seem to expand out. They're quivering, and she's got a couple of tears running down her cheeks. Her claws dig into the sides of the chair. Please, let go. She wanted to hang, not like this. Her body drops back into the chair with a soft puff sound, and she starts shivering. Shivers turn to convulsions as her hands reach out past his legs. Then, she violently thrashes. Three minutes now, and her eyes have glazed over. Her throat opens and closes rapidly, her lips move on their own. She makes a loud snoring noise as her legs sag down into the chair.

Her eyes roll again, but this time they don't come back down. Her head hurts. Her chest hurts. Her lips are blue now. There's this... white light in the corner of her eyes, creeping into them. Something pulses in her mouth, spreading her lips apart, and her tongue is wet. Even though her eyes are wide open, she can't see anything.

It's cold.

He couldn't hold out from the tightness as it was, but her last little weak wheeze sent him over the edge. Her arms slumped, and her fingers dragged along the sides of the chair as her arm hung over it. She wasn't thinking anymore, the light in those eyes had faded. Just to make sure, he strangles her a little bit. She twitches from the stimulation, but she's not coming back. There's a dripping sound on the carpeted floor, a little 'pap- pap- pap-" noise as Lacie's bladder relieves itself, full control of her body lost.  Her fingers are draped over her own cunt, so he has to spread them with his own to see her letting go, drawing his hips back and letting her head hang forwards. Her eyes don't blink, and she's drooling his seed onto her breasts. He grabs onto her legs and drags her forwards, off the chair, her head banging the wet seat. She doesn't seem to mind.

10:50 (Femdom, Neck Snap, Male corpse, Cunnilingus)

Gasp. Air. Sweet air! 

Lacie's body jolts upright, her eyes turning to little dots as she turns her head around. Weirdly enough, as she looks left and right, she hears this weird creaking noise. The chair is wet for some reason.

"Aaa-ghk-aabbbpth?" She squeaks. Her vocal cords aren't working. Everything is blurry. She usually needs 30 uninhibited minutes for her corpse to recover enough for her soul to re-inhabit it. But that means... He strangled her corpse again?! When she finds him, she's gonna-

She tries to move forwards, reaching her arms out, but something around her neck stops her, pulls her back in place. It's itchy.

"Mmm? Oh, hey, babe! Thanks for being such a good sport. And for my present."

"Ikkk-khhhh-ussskgh" came her reply. She reached out towards him, and she didn't exactly look happy to see him. In response, he pulls on something in his hands. It's a yellow, long thing, and it pulls her whole body upwards when he does. She can't really feel it, but she feels the vertigo and knows something is wrong.

"I know. I'm sorry. But it felt good! Did it feel good for you, too?"

That doesn't matter, jerk! -...is what she wanted to say. But speaking isn't something she can do. Instead, she opens her legs and squats, pointing beneath her, directly at her glistening, wet pussy.

"I knew it felt good. You're still dripping from when you came-" She shakes her head 'no'. True, but no. She points at him, then down at her pussy again, and sticks her tongue out.

"...Oh. Oh... Yeah. I'm sorry." He admits. He gets down on hands and knees and crawls between her legs while she folds her arms, waiting for his apology. His tongue is forked and sucks at licking, but once it gets inside it can get into places fingers can't. She throws her head back and whimpers, noises which would be full-blown moans if, y'know, talking.

She begins grinding on his face, then begins sitting on it, lifting her thighs up and dropping them back down on his face. Before long, she gets into a whole workout routine, leaving his face a painted, wet mess from all her 'kisses'. He keeps his mouth open so she can drop her crotch into it, slurping at her perineum and probably hating it from how much she's fidgeting. But if you wanna kill her on your dick, she better get something in return. Not that she minds, just... tell her first, jerk!

...She still can't talk to express herself, so she slams her ass down into his nose and grinds her hips there instead.

After about 3 more minutes of this, she sits directly on his face, and he starts beating that one spot on her inner walls that she likes so much with his tongue. She bucks forwards, leans over, and clutches her crotch, cumming directly into his mouth with a powerful squirt. He actually seems to like it, 'cause he doesn't stop. Then, he puts his hands on her hips. More, huh? She keeps grinding on his tongue, and he gets frantic, kicking and slapping her thighs. Oh, he can't breathe, oops!

Lacie gets off of him, and he scrambles out, wiping off his mouth and gasping for air. She sits down with her little rope necklace and places her thighs around him, using the fluff on her thighs to wipe his cheeks as she stares lovingly into his eyes, gasping along with him. She mouths the words 'thank you' and they smile up at each other. He's hard again, seeing her in a noose, as he lays on his stomach in that cute moment.

"So, uh... you forgive me?" He asks, his eyes beady. She nods profusely, smiling even wider, then uses her thighs to give his face a hug, smushing them together.

CRACK-CHKHK-

Her hips twist hard enough to turn that lizard onto his side. His neck makes an awful sound as she snaps it in several places, a bone visibly displaced in his upper back. He jumps with latent energy, then his body collapses, his dick grinding against the carpet and leaking a bead of semen that turns into a thin line as she drags his body along the carpet.

She twists her hips again, severing another link. It only makes a series of light pops, which he barely reacts to with a curl of his toes and a twitch of his arm. He makes a light wheeze as some stale air is pushed from his lungs, and his tail sags between his legs. He's staring up into her eyes, his pupils dilated and huge. His mouth hangs open and his forked tongue hangs against her thighs.

She stares at him as his toes slowly uncurl, his body slowly accepts its final resting position, his dick letting loose and making a dark stain in the already dark green carpeting. They have others, don't worry. The hard part is changing 'em. She lifts his head up with her thighs and lets it drop, which it does, with a dull 'thunk'. He doesn't blink or react to it.

...She's stuck in that noose until he wakes up. She didn't think this through.

12:15 P.M.

...She's hungry.

12:55 P.M.

She lightly taps his head with her foot. He should've woken up by now. She tried taking off the noose, but some idiot tied it up and put the weight so far out of reach that getting to it would just choke her out. She tried pulling at the rope, but it barely moved... and she was getting slightly more concerned about the broken-necked lizard than her own safety.

1:00 P.M. (Necrophilia, Femdom, Prostate Orgasm, Angel Lust)

She's stuck her foot in his mouth, and is playing with his tongue with it. She pulls his body up towards her using her legs and a couple of grunts- she can grunt again! Her vocal cords are repairing. She tries a sentence.

"...Aaaeee. Ooo- gh-kaaay? A'ke uhh. A'ke-UHHB." Lacie demands, her ears folding back. She drags his body up further, until she can pull him into her lap.  She tap-taps his chest, sitting on his face. If he started breathing at all, her ass would feel it. She then listens for a heartbeat, fumbling at his slit. His dick was cold now, and was baaarely peeking out of it. It looked cute. She spread it open and lightly pushed down on it, in small circles. Waited. As she pushed, she noticed it slowly coming out. She listened for his heartbeat, but still nothing. Angel Lust? Maybe a side effect of their bodies being able to revive.

...She grabs onto it and tries pulling at it with two soft fingers. Yeah, more of it spills out. She'd heard about this thing you could do with men, but she never really tried it before, and he'd probably object if he found out. So...

Lacie's fingers snake between his thighs, and she gently holds onto his aroused shaft as she makes a light ring around his nether hole. There's no resistance as she pushes inside, feeling around inside him. Ha! It even makes the same squelchy noises hers makes. She feels around inside him, gently stroking him off until a bead of his pre-cum forms on his dick. She pushes on something in his colon and his dick jumps on the outside. It fascinates her. She keeps pressing at that little button, and the beads of pre-cum start flowing and becoming whiter and whiter. He doesn't get hard, per se, but his shaft never retreats into its domicile, and he leaks with each touch.

She touches faster. He leaks more. She pushes. His leak turns into a squirt, a little river of white that drains down his balls. She gasps and pulls her fingers from his prostate, turning him over and letting his dick leak a posthumous orgasm. She feels a breath under her, and scrambles back, almost choking herself in her noose as he mumbles out a moan and gets up.


"Mmmnn. Hey, babe. Shit, my neck hurts. I sleep on it wrong or somethin'?"

He'd rather assume he slept on the floor than that she snapped his neck. I mean, he WAS the top and she WAS the bottom in their relationship, but she... she does squats too! Well, whatever. The sight of him staring up at her with that goofy grin and his dick leaking into the carpet was enough to take the respect out of whatever he said.

She manages to squeak out a weak "Hhhhh-ey hhhh-uuhn...~" from her bruised throat. The purple mark is still visible under her fluffy white fur.

"You, uh, need some help? Are you stuck?" He asks, looking between Lacie and her predicament. She looks down at him for a looong pause, before shaking her head 'no', and smiling at him earnestly. There was at least one point where she was worried he might never wake up.

"Kih-" She coughs, rasping. Her mate's eyes widen, and he gets her a bottle of water. She downs the entire bottle in one long series of gulps, sighing with content.

"What were you saying, Lace?" She puts up a finger to pause him, then puts the bottle down, dribbling out of the corner of her mouth in that hot way he likes.

"...Kill me." She demands, with a glint in her half-lidded eyes. His own widen and light up. She does a little wiggle of her hips, standing upright and showing off her ass while pulling on the rope behind her and doing a little bounce to show off her sideboob and her thiccness jiggling.

He couldn't get to his feet fast enough. Scrambling tip-taps as he ran to the rope and pulled on it, only to be stopped by her putting her hand up.

"Hey. Use... the things." She says with a wiggle of her eyebrows. He pauses for a split second before his dick- still out of its slit, mind you- jumps. He gets hard almost immediately.

"The sp- You mean the-" He stammers, and she looks up at him, bites her lip, and nods. This man RUNS. He zooms to the basement grinning like a hyena. She rolls her eyes again and rubs her arms. 

1:19 (Spitroasting, Hanging, Bolt-gunning.)

There's a loud, clumsy clattering noise and a rumble that passes through the floor as he comes back up with a machine that looks like a block of wood with a metal spike coming out of it. It looks like a pencil made out of metal, and it's called a spit. He puts it under her legs and she stands over it.

He kisses her, surprising her, but she smiles and giggles in his mouth. He's so giddy. <3 She spreads her legs a little bit and takes a deep breath as he gets down and turns on the machine. The spit moves back and forth on a little piston as it slowly rises up. She twists in feigned horror as she tries to use her thighs to clasp the device, but it slides forwards anyways.

"P-please... don't do this! It'll kill me!" She shouts, twisting in the noose. The spit slips from her thighs once, and she makes a little 'oops!' before putting it back. It's already pressing into her pussy lips, a little trail of her juices lining the tip.

"That's the goal, my dear. You're going to feel the agony of all the cows you've made suffer! Maybe if you join them, I'll take pity on you, little meat cow." The spike is inside her now, and it's digging at her insides. She grabs onto it with her thighs and essentially stands on the spit, panic in her constricted pupils.

"Uh- huh...? M-mooo! Moooo~ I'm a... a dumb cow bitch! I didn't know any better, moooo! Please have mercy, moooo!" She says, debasing herself for his pleasure. (And hers, too. It's definitely working.)

"I can still tell the difference between you and a steak. I'm not convinced, cow!" He slaps her ass roughly, and she slips on the spit. She screams in pain as it punches into her womb, a little trickle of blood coating its edges as she scrambles to climb it again. 

"Pleeeease! Moooooo! Plee-hee-heease!" she pleads, pressing her arms together and shaking her tits.

"I'll be a good moo, I'll give you milk, a-and babies, a-and whatever! Please!" She begs, grabbing desperately on the spit.

"Oh, finally. I see you for what you are! Okay, then, I'll save you, cow!  I'll get you off that spit..." He says, moving towards the weight. Chekov's gun finally fires. The lizard, with a devilish grin on his face, pulls on the rope from the other end of it, and the Marten's grip splits between the spit and the noose as she's dragged upwards. She makes a choked-out "Wai-ghkt!" noise, then her teeth clench shut as she starts to kick. Death from below AND from above.

"I can't hear the moos anymore, cow!" Her mate shouts, pushing the weight even further back. She turns to him with tears in her eyes as she opens her mouth in a silent scream, looking down over her shoulder at him with pleading eyes. Good news is, she's at least a foot off the spit now. Bad news is, she can't breathe. She twists and kicks, scratching at her neck, making a loud "Ghhnghckt" noise. She slaps her own crotch in a moment of lucidity, and he runs over and starts thumbing her clit. She visibly relaxes, not kicking as wide anymore, and her eyes stare forwards as she holds onto her own hips. Her wild thrashing smacks her breasts, making them jiggle in the ropes, and she's drooling onto her shoulder through gnashed teeth.

Her whole face turns a deep shade of red as blood can't get to where it needs to, and everything on her is pins and needles as circulation is cut off. She can hear her own heartbeat, and her chest feels like her ribs just stabbed her lungs. Her pussy is throbbing on the inside with each time he touches her, and it's like a wave of heat smacks her body when she wildly cums. Her whole body locks up and her knees come up to her chest, her eyes rolling back as her mouth hangs wiiide open. She kicks twice, then shivers and convulses as her body limpens. 

After a wild dance, she's finally still, her toes curling and her arms slowly dropping to her hips. She can't feel them anymore. But she felt the spit entering her again. It felt like something was scooping her insides out. All she could do was blink, and everything was getting blurry each time she did. There was a bit of blood on the floor even she could see, and her mate had to step back a bit. She heard her heartbeat going 'thump-thump! Thu-thump! Thu-'

It pierced it. It couldn't beat around that spit. She twitched again, as though she was trying to grab her chest, but then she went still, weakly wheezing one last time. She heard his voice, a weak murmur, and she saw him lifting something made of metal up to her forehead. It felt cool. It felt-

It was taking too long for Lacie to die. She was still twitching, her tail was still flicking from side to side. In cases like these, her scaly mate had an answer; A makeshift compressed air bolt gun! He brought it up along with the spit, and as she stared into his eyes, he pressed the tip of the bolt to her forehead and fired. A small, circular hole punctures through her skull, leaving a metal bolt a half a foot long embedded in her brain and cutting off all her thoughts instantly. Her body twitches, her toes curl, then her whole body seems to just... drop.

In one instant, she goes completely limp, her eyes unblinking, her face frozen in a mixture of bliss and sudden realization. She's dripping from every hole possible, even the new one. The lizard cuts his mate down from the rope eventually, further impaling her on the spit. As she sliiiides down it, it protrudes through her mouth, leaving her sitting in a pool of her own blood atop it. Her leg bends at a weird angle to do so, and he kisses the top of her forehead.

He pulls her up and presses her cooling tits against his cock, using her body in wet silence as she looks directly upwards at the ceiling. He thrusts into her, turning on and off the machine to make it seem like she's bouncing in response to his motions, only to cum between her tits after pushing them together over him. He basically collapses backwards, gasping for air, like his seed was completely drained. But he only came once... Huh, weird.

Well, she'll probably be hungry when she comes back. Better start cooking dinner... Something special for her, since she did something so special for him.

Their last thoughts were both the same. "I love my mate."