Clutch Season, Baby (lizardman x fem reader)
Your lizardman is going through his rut and claims you, his mate, filling you with his clutch…
TW: NSFW, all characters are 18+ and consenting, breeding kink, multiple eggs deposited inside, size difference, belly bulge, creative genitalia with multiple knots, primal, lots of liquids, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare.
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You lizard man is going through his rut.
Which is how you found yourself in this situation. And position.
On your knees, legs bent, waist arched to expose your dripping cunt. His claws dig into your thighs, spreading you wide, his scaled chest pressed against you so you can feel the heat rolling off him. His cock, thick and knotted throughout, pushes at your entrance, slick dribbling from the slit at his round tip.
“Yes… perfect mate, perfect hole,” he growls, hissing as he drags his massive girth through your plump folds. “Meant to carry my clutch, hm? You’ll take every egg… you won’t spill a thing.”
“Yes!” Your breath catches as the head pops in, stretching you obscenely. The knots pop one by one, stretching your slit, scraping inside, delicious and raw, making your body slump down on the floor.
“Yes… hnn…. fuck, you’re so big!” you moan, clawing at his scales.
His split tongue flicks against your neck as he forces his cock deeper, inch by inch. Knot by knot. “Not just big, baby. Just right. Your body was made for this. Hnnn… fuck, you squeeze so tight already.”
When he bottoms out, your pussy is wide open and your belly distends with the sheer girth of him. He stays there, grinding slow and heavy, making sure you feel every knot pulsing and caressing your walls. Then a clawed hand slips under your body, palm pressing flat against your round stomach.
“I love to feel that,” he drawls, shifting, making your mewl so the bulge shifts under his hold. “My cock… right here. Soon, you’ll feel every egg move down. You’ll beg me for more.”
Oh… you know you will. You’re past shame. He feels so good, touching deep and caressing your sensitive spots. Your cunt clenches around him at the thought, and he laughs softly, tail coiling around your wrists, pinning them before you.
“Please, I want it… want you to fill me, breed me,” you whimper, nails raking his hard tail.
That breaks him.
With a hiss, he starts moving, slamming into you, again and again, taking you in deep, claiming thrusts. The sounds are primal. Your moans, his feral growls. His shaft plunders your depths, stealing your breath. Each knot stretches you obscenely, rubs your walls raw, and each snap of his hips pushes you closer to breaking.
“Good little mate… good little breeder,” he chants between snarls. “Take my clutch. Take it deep. Stay full for me.”
Replying is meaningless. You come undone. Sob with pleasure as his cock throbs inside you, expanding fuller than before. He pulls back, slowly making you whimper at each knot, then drives back home. As deep as he can go. Reaching into your womb. You shatter again, and if not for his tail holding your wrists, you’d collapse.
But he’s not done. His breath hitches, his monster body trembling as the first hot, heavy pulse pulses into you. A swollen egg slides through his cock, pressing against your walls until it pops deep inside. You cry out, overwhelmed, and he growls against your nape, biting just hard enough to mark.
“One… mmhhn, fuck, one in you. Good girl. More coming. You’ll carry them all. My pretty breeder.”
Another pulse, another egg, your stomach tightening as it settles inside. Your body convulses, another climax ripping through you so hard you scream his name. Slick and lizard cum gush down your thighs, and he turns your head and kisses you, split tongue thrusting inside your mouth, filling it as he deposits another egg inside your hot womb.
“Yes… cum on my cock. Milk the egg out of me. Gods, you’re so beautiful and mine…. so fucking mine.”
Minutes… hours pass. You don’t know. You only know you’re getting bred and overwhelmed by multiple orgasms. He doesn’t stop until your belly is swollen, until you’re wrecked and sobbing and twitching around him. Only then does he relent, hugging you to him, keeping his cock deep, locking everything inside.
“Now… you rest. My clutch is safe. You’ll stay like this, full, marked, mine.” His tongue licks over your tears, tender now that his rut has been satisfied.
And you happily close your eyes, resting in the arms of your lizardman, growing his precious clutch inside you.
You are complete.
