#lizardmen x reader

The town square was packed.

You'd known, intellectually, that the Slithroth brothers were famous.

Everyone in the realm knew about the last two lizardfolk, about their search for a mate, about the rumors that swirled around them wherever they went. But you hadn't realized—couldn't have imagined—what that fame would look like in practice.

Dozens of people. Hundreds of people. They lined the streets, crowded the buildings, perched on rooftops and balconies just to catch a glimpse. When Randrak carried you into the square, a cheer went up that made your ears ring.

"There she is!" someone shouted. "The elf! The one they chose!"

"Look at her belly—is it swelled already—"

"Do you think she's carrying eggs yet?"

Their voices washed over you. You wanted to cover yourself, to hide, but you were naked—completely naked—and Randrak's arms were the only thing keeping you from falling to the ground.

"Put me down," you hissed at him. "Please. I'll walk. I'll—I'll behave. Just don't make them see—"

"See what?" Sorthak walked beside you, his massive hand resting on your bare hip. "See how beautiful you are? See how perfectly your body fits between us? That's the point, little mate. We want them to see."

"I can't—"

"You can." Randrak's voice was firm but not unkind. He stopped in the center of the square, where a raised platform had been constructed—for this, you realized with horror. They'd built a stage. "And you will. And when it's over, everyone here will know that the Slithroth clan has a queen."

He set you down on the platform, your bare feet cold against the wood. Sorthak moved to stand behind you, his body a wall of heat at your back, and together they turned you to face the crowd.

Gods, the crowd.

Hundreds of faces stared back at you. Humans, elves, dwarves, creatures you didn't have names for. Some looked disgusted. Some looked fascinated. Some looked aroused, their hands straying to their own bodies as they watched.

"Citizens!" Randrak's voice boomed across the square. "We have gathered you here today to witness a historic event. After three years of searching, my brother and I have found our mate. Our one. The elf who will help us rebuild the Slithroth clan!"

Another cheer. Someone threw flowers onto the stage—roses, their petals scattering across the wood.

"This is—this is wrong," you tried to say, but your voice was drowned out by the crowd. "You can't just—they can't just watch—"

"They can," Sorthak murmured against your ear. "And they will. Now be a good little mate and stop fighting. You'll enjoy this more if you relax."

His hands moved to your breasts, cupping them from behind, his thumbs finding your nipples. They were already hard from the cool air and the fear and the anticipation, and when he pinched them—gently, almost teasingly—you couldn't stop the moan that escaped.

"Look at that," someone in the crowd said. "She's already getting wet. You can see it dripping down her thighs."

Gods, no. But when you looked down, they were right. Your arousal was leaking out of you, clear and glistening, running in thin streams down your legs.

"You see?" Randrak addressed the crowd, his hands joining Sorthak's on your body. Their fingers parted your folds, showing everyone the wetness there. "Our mate wants this. Her body has accepted us. Her holes are ready to be filled."

"Please," you whispered, but no one was listening.

Sorthak lifted you suddenly. "Take her," he said to Randrak, and Randrak moved to stand behind you, holding you wide open from under your thighs, your holes on display as his cock—already hard—pressed against your asshole.

"Wait—"

But there was no waiting. Randrak lowered you onto his cock, your ass stretching around the head, and the crowd gasped at the sight. Your back hole was still loose from earlier, still slick with arousal, but he was so big and you were so full—

SCHLORP.

The sound echoed across the square as the first knot popped inside you. You cried out, your hands reaching for something to hold onto, and Sorthak caught them, pinning them above your head.

"More," Randrak growled, his hips lifting to push deeper. "She can take more."

He was right. Your ass was stretching, really stretching. The knots slid inside one by one, each one making you gasp, making you moan, making you feel.

"Look at her belly," someone shouted. "You can see him inside her!"

You looked down, and there it was—a bulge in your lower abdomen, moving as Randrak pushed deeper. His cock was so long, so thick, that you could literally see it through your skin.

Glorp. Schlick. Nnngh.

"Sorthak I'm in," Randrak said, his voice strained. "Your turn."

Sorthak positioned himself in front of you, his cock—that massive black shaft with its silver veins—pressing against your pussy hole. Your legs were still spread wide, held open by Randrak's hands on your thighs, and there was nothing you could do to stop what came next.

POP.

The head of his cock pushed inside, and you screamed.

Two cocks. Both holes. At the same time.

"I can't—" you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. "I can't, I can't, I can't—"

"You can." Sorthak pushed deeper, his cock sliding into your pussy alongside Randrak's cock in your ass. You could feel them through the thin wall between your holes, rubbing against each other, fucking each other through your flesh. "You're doing it, little mate. Look—look how well you're taking us."

You looked. Your belly was huge, distorted by the two massive cocks filling you from both sides. The crowd was going wild, cheering and clapping and watching, always watching.

"Now we move," Randrak said.

They began to fuck you in tandem—one pushing in while the other pulled out, then switching, then moving together so both cocks thrust inside you at the same time. The rhythm was disorienting, overwhelming. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except feel as they used your body like a toy.

SLAM. SQUELCH. GLORK.

"That's it," Sorthak groaned, his hips slamming against yours. "That's our good little mate. Taking both of us. Loving both of us."

"I don't—nnngh—I don't love—"

"Your cunt loves us." Randrak thrust upward, his cock hitting something deep inside your ass that made stars explode behind your eyes. "Your ass loves us. Your mouth is going to love us too, once we fill it."

His tail—when had he moved his tail?—wrapped around your throat, not choking, just present, a reminder of what else they could do. The scales were warm against your pulse point, and you could feel your heartbeat racing beneath them.

"Open," Sorthak commanded, and his tail pressed against your lips. "Open your mouth, little mate. Let everyone see how well you can deepthroat."

You shook your head, but his tail pushed past your lips anyway, the tip sliding across your tongue. It tasted like him and your mouth watered despite yourself.

Grlkkk.

"Suck," Randrak ordered, and you sucked, hollowing your cheeks around the tail the way you'd sucked his thumb yesterday. Sorthak groaned, his hips stuttering, and you realized with a jolt that his tail was sensitive, that what you were doing with your mouth was affecting him as much as what his cock was doing to your cunt.

"That's it," he gasped. "That's our perfect mate. Sucking my tail while I fuck her pussy—fuck—"

The crowd stepped closer. You could see them now, individual faces, individual reactions. A dwarf with his hand down his pants. A human woman with her fingers between her legs. An elf—one of your own kind—watching with wide, hungry eyes as you were ravaged by two monsters.

Shame. The emotion washed over you, but beneath it was something else. Something that felt like pride. Like arousal. Like want.

Gods, what was wrong with you?

"Faster," Randrak demanded, and they fucked you faster, harder, deeper. Their cocks pistoned in and out of your holes, the knots catching and releasing, catching and releasing, stretching you wider with every thrust.

SCHLICK. GLORK. PHHPHGGG.

You couldn't breathe around Sorthak's tail, couldn't think around the pleasure, couldn't do anything except take it as they used you. Your orgasm was building again—you'd lost count of how many times you'd come—and you could tell they were close too, their thrusts becoming erratic, their groans becoming louder.

"Fill her," someone in the crowd begged. "Fill her up! Show us what Slithroth seed looks like!"

Sorthak pulled his tail from your mouth, and you gasped for air, sobbing and moaning and begging—though you weren't sure what you were begging for. More? Less? An end to this torment?

"Please," you managed. "Please, I need—I need—"

"What do you need, little mate?" Randrak's voice was rough. "Tell us. Tell everyone what you need."

"Your cum—" The word tore from you, raw and shameful. "I need your cum. Please. Fill me. Fill both my holes. I can't—I can't take anymore unless you fill me—"

They came at the same time. Hot liquid flooding your pussy and your ass simultaneously, so much of it that you could feel your belly expanding, could feel the pressure building as they pumped load after load into your stretched-open holes.

Gush. Schlick. GLURK.

"Cum for us," Randrak ordered, and your body obeyed, your orgasm crashing through you so hard that your vision went black around the edges.

You came and came and came, your holes clenching around their cocks, milking them for every drop. The crowd was screaming now, cheering, applauding, and you could hear Sorthak's triumphant roar and Randrak's deep groan of satisfaction.

When they finally pulled out—cocks sliding free with wet, sucking sounds—their cum poured out of you in rivers, splashing onto the wooden stage, running down your legs, pooling beneath you.

"Look," Randrak said, turning you to face the crowd, spreading your legs so everyone could see. "Look at our mate's holes. Look how they gape."

Your pussy and ass were wrecked, the rims loose and relaxed, dripping with cum.

"The Slithroth clan has a queen!" Sorthak announced. "And soon, she will carry our eggs. Soon, our clan will grow!"

The crowd erupted. Cheers, whistles, prayers—you heard them all, floating past you like music as you swayed between your two mates.

"You did so well," Randrak murmured against your ear, his voice almost loving. "Such a good little mate. Such a perfect little elf."

"I hate you," you whispered back, but there was no heat in it anymore.

"No, you don't." He kissed your temple, gentle. "You're starting to love us, little mate. And we're going to spend the rest of our lives proving that you were right to."