A Warrior's Privilege

As one of the tribe's mighty warriors, Monroe enjoyed the privilege to freely use anyone he'd like in the village, anytime, anywhere.

Some of the meekest villagers shrank away from the huge lizard whenever he passed by -- he stood a full head or two above most anyone else in the village, towering over others as he ducked to fit through doorways. His broad shoulders and bulky, toned muscles served as a testament to the rigours he put his body through to protect the village. From his deep-cut abs to his thick, bulging biceps, his powerful build expressed clearer than words could: he was a warrior, built for combat.

If there was any daily activity that could get the huge warrior excited without fail, it was his daily training routine. Whenever he headed out to the training fields, without exception, something about the whole experience -- putting his body through its paces, raising his heart rate and getting his blood pumping, testing his strength and agility -- left the huge male with a hard-on and a profound desire to breed.

Monroe's breeding rituals were not without note, either. For as impressive as the lizard's height and muscular build may have been, at least as intimidating to some was the package between his thighs: a thick club of a cock and a pair of balls larger than their owner's fists. The warrior reptile's masculine virility was nigh impossible to conceal behind a loincloth, and though the thin brown cloth might have managed to do the job from very specific angles, the extent of his pride was outright exposed more often than not. When he was hard and leaking, the little strip didn't stand a chance.

On this day, on his way back from the training fields, Monroe encountered none other than one of the village's ritual courtesans, Alcitron. A yellow and orange dragon of about six feet, he was gathering water from the well in the village centre. Monroe licked his lips, approaching the smaller male as his cock throbbed in anticipation. Resting his hands on Alcitron's hips, the dragon didn't shy away in the slightest -- on the contrary, he pressed back against the lizard, feeling that huge shaft press firmly against his back. "Hey, big guy," he greeted with a grin. "Would you happen to need some help with that?"

The lizard let out a deep, rumbling growl of approval. He had bedded with Alcitron several times prior, and was more than eager to fill the dragon again. Right there, in the centre of the village, Monroe waited no longer. He laid Alcitron back on the ground while he straddled the dragon's smaller body and pressed his huge member against his concubine's smaller shaft.

As thick as Alcitron's own bicep, Monroe's shaft was leaking a veritable flood of precum, throbbing and drooling more and more of the reptile's own natural lubricant. Despite the incredible girth and length of Monroe's shaft, though, Alcitron welcomed the warrior's neediness. "Well, are you going to shove it in me?" he teased with a smirk. "I can see how badly you need this."

With those words, Monroe took his warrior's privilege, readying himself to fill Alcitron and empty his nuts for the first time that day.