The regal looking purple lizard stepped proudly along the crimson carpet, her sultry half lidded eyes aimed at Fey, a seducing sway in her hips, her tail gracefully following in an undulating motion behind her.
Fey wasn't quite sure what to make of this development, the others seemed more interested in making and eating breakfast than the approach of this new lizard girl and for now were ignoring her.
She turned back to find the lizard girl biting her lip, her digits resting delicately on her naked chest, playfully caressing. The performance was getting more and more steamy by the moment as the regal lizard girl approached when suddenly she let out a squawk of alarm and faceplanted onto the carpet.
Fey blinked and found Priscilla standing behind her, the regal lizard's tail in her claws, a furious look on her face.
"Mother, you can't just steal the goddess from me, I found her first! I should get first fuck and first clutch!"
The purple lizard flipped herself over, her expression dark like thunderheads.
"You little wretch! You ruined my beautiful perfect seduction!"
The Queen scrambled to her feet and Priscilla took a few cautious steps back.
"All I do for you and this is how you behave toward me? This is just like when we captured that band of human adventurers and you decided to sneak one away from me all for yourself, you selfish spoiled little brat!"
"Why should you get all the best stuff and always go first just because you're Queen! You know I talked to that cute adventurer human, he told me about this thing called Democracy!"
The Queen gasped, her small hand moving to her mouth in shock.
"You would use that filthy disgusting word around me?! That's it. You're going to breed absolutely last with the goddess, and- and- and I'M GOING TO TAX YOU!"
"What! You can't tax me! I'm a princess! I'm your daughter!"
"I don't care, you've done this to yourself Priscilla, it's all too late now, 'QUEEN'S LEVY'."
Priscilla was wearing a slender belt around her broad hips, the only piece of clothing the lizard girls seemed to possess. On the belt was a leather coin purse, a purse that was currently shifting and roiling. Priscilla made a desperate grab for it but was far too late and she couldn't stop the thing from opening wide, a stream of gems and coins spilling out, a rivulet of precious objects that fell to the ground and then rolled and bounced in a line over the carpet. The ant line of metal and minerals made their way forward until they touched up against the Queen's foot where they then began climbing her body, up her shins and plump thighs and to her own belt, a luxurious belt made of many gold plates and encrusted jewels wrapped around the Queen's hips, a fat bag woven out of gold and silver thread set on one side. The snaking stream of the princess's wealth found the bag and slipped inside bit by bit.
"My riches!" wailed Priscilla as her purse was drained.
In under a minute the princess's purse was flaccid and empty and the Queen's bag was slightly larger.
Priscilla fell to all fours in despair, her tail limp and forlorn. After a moment she glared up at the Queen, tears in the corners of her eyes.
"You've ruined me Mother!! I'm never going to financially recover from this!!"
"Good. Perhaps you'll have learned not to disrespect your Queen."
The hot pink scaled lizard from before appeared crouching beside the princess and comfortingly patted her shoulder. "There there Priscilla. You never know, you might get lucky and trap a few filthy rich adventurers and make it all back someday."
Priscilla gave her a glum look.
"Only for it to be all taxed away again by royal magical decree. I've had enough of living under this oppressive monarchy, I've decided I'm going to champion a democracy! A reptile republic!"
"But Priscilla, you're a princess."
"I don't care, I'll rule the people as a republican princess, nobody says I can't!"
The Queen flatly ignored the two and after brushing off her legs and flicking a speck of dust from her shoulder she turned her attentions back to Fey.
"Ahem. I believe introductions are in order, my goddess. I am the great and mighty Queen Gizzabess, the Lizardess Wizardess, Supreme Commander Newtromancer and Rain Dancer Salamancer, the Mistress Master Majesty, Queen Mother of the Multitudes, ruler of tens of Lizardfolk and conqueror of entire feet of land."
"Nice to meet you queen Gizzabess,-
"Queen with a capital Q. I can tell. Emphasis."
Qu-Queen Gizzabess, uhm, I'm Fey, uh, j-just Fey... but I'm not sure why you and your people are interested in me, honestly I'm... nothing special…"
"Such humility in a goddess, my my. As to why we are here," she suddenly turned and glared at the band who were mostly busy around the fire, occasionally glancing over checking to see if Fey was okay. "It's because of Adventurers like those ones."
"It is?"
"Yes. I am a Queen, but I have no King, in fact none of my lizardfolk do. All the male lizardfolk are dead, every single one of them were killed over two years ago now. The adventurers went into a hunting frenzy, there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, they came and they killed every single last one. It has been two long years of wandering the land trying to find a single male lizardfolk, anywhere. But… we are... alone, they are all dead and gone."
As the Queen spoke Ellaria had gradually been recovering from her unbirthing of the Centaur egg. She slowly struggled to her feet, still completely stark naked, although seemingly entirely oblivious to this fact. Standing, she somehow carried her single large egg pregnancy with such elegance that the arcing curve of her belly seemed a conscious aesthetic choice that a trendsetting fashionista might put into vogue amongst high society, noble Ladies rushing to push giant eggs up into themselves so as to copy that same eye-catching graceful line.
A few sparkling drops of clear fluid fell from between her thighs as she found her new center of balance. After a moment ensuring that she was seemingly quite fine to continue on with her new pregnancy she turned and eyed the lizard Queen.
"As much as it scorns me to say it, this… Queen, is telling the truth. A number of years ago there was a flash trend amongst the nobility to shave into powder and snuff the horns unique to male Lizamandions, commonly referred to as lizardfolk. The number of commissions available was quite staggering and adventurers took up the call in droves. I however had not realised that the males had been hunted to extinction, that is... unexpected."
"Yes, all thanks to shitty evil Adventurers like you. I haven't had a nice hard lizardfolk dick in me for years, do you know how lizardfolk heats work? Our heats only end when we have reproductive sex! My body has been burning alive to be filled with a clutch of eggs for over two fucking years!" The Queen was quickly becoming agitated again.
Ellaria gave her a steady look. "You realise the 'goddess' you seek to lie with is also an adventurer correct?"
"Goddesses do not count as adventurer scum, if she does partake of such a thing then it is merely a hobby."
"Hmm. Delusional. You know I think I almost pity you. The last of your kind, doomed to die out, alone and childless. I shouldn't condone such a fate as the extinction of your species will mean fewer convenient and easy to kill monsters for amateur adventurers to kill and level up from. Garbage has its uses at times. Very well, I suppose the Guild might appreciate an insemination project to prevent the levelling stock from completely vanishing. An organised breeding isn't completely out of order."
The Queen's face slowly became redder and redder as Ellaria spoke until she looked ready to implode on the spot.
"I thought you elves were supposed to have respect for nature and preservation! What kind of a shitty elf are you?"
Fireballs roared to life around Ellaria and her eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice dark.
"The Kind You Obey."
The Queen screeched and raised her hands in the air, crackles of static electricity stat-stattering over her claws.
"Nobody arrogantly commands a Queen without repercussions. Blood sacrificing an elf to the fertility goddess suddenly sounds like a pretty appealing idea right about now."
"Woah woah woah," said Fey jumping between the elf and lizard Queen "Please calm down, It's fine, I- I will give you, uhm, eggs, if it ends your heat, and helps avoid the end of your species, I mean really that would be terrible! I couldn't possibly let that happen, monster or not!"
The Queen's aggression deflated slightly.
"Thank you goddess, that would be, kind of you."
The fires died around Ellaria and the elf looked a little ashamed, realising she might have gone too far.
"I vote that Fey should fuck the lizard girls too!" said Octavia popping up beside Fey. Fey nearly jumped out of her skin the mousekin had appeared so suddenly.
"Oc-Octavia! You scared me, and you- you want me to do this? Weren't you just trying to take Flora's turn?"
"Well, I do have a strong moral compass despite what some, many, most, okay the vast majority of people would say about me. I can't help but see these poor struggling lizardfolk and imagine those years of hardship without a good dicking. It's terrible really, they could die out altogether, the moral argument is quite unambiguous on this."
"I, ah, am glad you see that it's the right thing to do, as a healer I couldn't bear to see it."
"Moral argument? HAH!" catcalled Flora from the fire where she was stuffing bacon in her mouth. "She just wants another story to write about in her stupid newsletter!"
"Hey hey, you can have multiple goals in doing something, that's not illegal shorty!"
Fey gave the mouse girl a funny look, unsurprisingly she already had her book out and was scribbling notes in it as she looked over the Queen. She was focusing on one particularly long note when something glossy white appeared at her shoulder and peered into the book, examining what she was writing. Octavia finally noticed her audience when she finished and flinched back in surprise, her pen slipping from her hand and flipping into the air where the tentacle caught it. She regained her balance and stepped toward the tentacle.
"Oih! Give that back!"
The tentacle shook its tip and then started slithered backwards across the grass toward Vivi.
A surprised Octavia blinked and then realising that the tentacle was scarpering off with her best writing implement raced after it.
Ellaria moved uncomfortably from foot to foot and coughed politely into her fist. "Since this does all appear to be decided I will look into the preparation of breakfast. Fey feel free to do as you wish, I will make sure Lily doesn't eat absolutely everything and there is some left for you once you are done."
The elf took a few steps backwards then turned and strode off toward the fire. Fey turned her attention back toward the Queen who was looking up at her expectantly. Behind her a humiliated and stroppy princess Priscilla was storming away under the bush, the pink lizard girl fretting in her wake.
"Well goddess?"
"Y-yes, but, ah, r-right here? Out in the open?"
"It has been two and a half long years of non-stop heat goddess, I would unashamedly ride your dick in front of an audience of thousands, I do not care, and I am a Queen, a Queen does not need to care."
"Erm, I see…"
Not quite sure what there was to say to that Fey glanced over the glade until she spotted the most comfortable looking patch of a grass she could see. She trotted toward it but before she could get there a dozen lizard girls raced from beneath the bush and carefully laid out a luxurious looking blanket for her and then threw down dozens of poofy pillows. She nodded gratefully then muttering under her breath "Where were these bloody pillows last night?"
"What was that goddess?"
"N-nothing!"
She lowered her barrel down onto the grass and then a little clumsily rolled over onto her back, which placed her perfectly on top of the blankets and pillows, both her upper and lower body ensconced in comfiness.
Saving a species from extinction or not, she still could appreciate relaxing into something so luxurious after a night on the cold hard ground. A little shiver of joy ran up and down her body and she started to unwind, the morning stiffness of her muscles washing away.
She was on the verge of closing her eyes and drifting off into a peaceful nap when a weight climbed up onto her barrel. She opened her eyes to find the Queen crouching over her dick with her back to Fey's upper body, one claw tapping her chin as she looked it over.
"This is… quite the large tool. Even the largest male adventurer we have caught is like a particularly stunted baby carrot compared to this… beast..."