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[Lyzänder: ToaHM] Interlewd 2 Hiss To Keep (Chapter 15.1)
🕑 Added 2023-02-25 02:52:34 +0000 UTCGrimgar watched Lyzander and his lads leave the Dragon’s Hoard tavern and turned to face Krynnzal. She was giving him that fond look that left him feeling young again. He pushed himself up from his chair and offered his hand to the lady, and she graciously accepted.
The Lizardfolk woman hissed in surprised delight at being swept to her feet into a twirl, completely out of sync with the lively music filling the tavern from an unseen arcane device. Krynnzal gazed up at him with unconcerned affection as she placed her scaled hands to feel his muscular chest and enjoy him gently swaying her side to side.
She rested an ear on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat for a moment before reluctantly pushing herself away to gaze up at Grimgar’s mature features. He wasn’t the most attractive man she had seen, but he had a rugged charm that younger men just seemed to lack. No matter how many times he left on a job and returned safely, she always that each moment she stole with him would be their last.
“My love…” Grimgar started to speak, she placed a clawed finger to his lip with a hiss.
“Hiss, not yet. Let me enjoy this peace awhile longer,” Krynnzal begged, she returned her head to his chest and the pair slowly danced together out of time to the music.
They continued like that in each other’s embrace for as long as they could. Grimgar stopped dancing, ignoring the people in the tavern around them, he reached to grasp her sleek jaw. Using two fingers to lift her delicate jaw, he leaned in to kiss her deeply, filled with love and desire. She melted into his arms and lost herself for a moment. Grimgar was the first to break away from their kiss, leaving Krynnzal gasping for more.
He took hold of her hand and pushed his way through the crush of bodies toward the back. The patrons respectfully gave the pair their privacy as they wove their way through the crowd to a door guarded by an imposing, fat security guard. The thickly bearded man pushed the door open without saying a word. The man then sat back on his stool with crossed arms and stared at the blank wall as if he saw something interesting.
The moment they passed through, he got back up and pulled the door closed behind them, shutting them inside. Looking around, the pair were inside the Dragon’s Hoard Tavern’s storeroom. Large wooden barrels and stoppered kegs lined the dimly lit room. The floor was covered with dust around the edges but the centre was tracked clean by numerous footprints and the items were spotless, indicating high turnover.
Satisfied they were alone, Grimgar faced away to pull the coarse linen shirt over his broad shoulders. Krynnzal stepped forward, completely mesmerised, to trace a claw over the raised scars crisscrossing his muscular back. Grimgar paused in removing his shirt to questioningly turn toward her, his arms still trapped within the sleeves.
She stepped out of reach and gazed at him with unmistakable desire, pulling the tight-fitting shirt over her red-plumed crest, exposing her iridescent blue-green scales to shimmer enticingly in the dim light of the storeroom. Grimgar tore the confining fabric away and pulled Krynnzal into his embrace.
Krynnzal’s sleekly scaled breasts pressed against Grimgar’s large chest as she slid a hand down his belt. Kneeling in front of him, she tickled her forked tongue over his chiselled abs while fumbling with his resisting belt. Grimgar’s engorged manhood suddenly sprang free from their fabric prison to be taken into Krynnzal’s confident grip.
She leaned in close, flicking her dancing tongue over the length of his rock-hard shaft. He tilted his head back with a groan of pleasure as she expertly moved her hand in tangent with her tongue. Grimgar’s cock was quickly glistening with moisture before he could no longer restrain himself.
Effortlessly picking her from the ground, Grimgar placed Krynzzal atop an upright barrel. His strong hands glided up her smoothly scaled thighs, sliding the fabric of her skirt up to her waist. He gently wedged his hips in close and inserted himself between her lithe legs to lovingly grip her throat.
Krynnzal sighed as she closed her eyes in pleasure, surrendering herself to his touch. Her Body tensed in anticipation as Grimgar leaned in to nestle his face into the nape of her neck, tracing kisses as he went. The feeling of his beard against her light scales sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Her body unconsciously arched into his touch, the feeling of his large hands on her neck driving her wild with lust.
The moment his lips connected with hers, Krynnzal gave in to impulse and gripped hold of his well-rounded ass and dragged his manhood inside her. Lost to the feeling of his cock entering deep inside her aching womanhood, Krynnzal’s claws wracked across his broad back. He grunted, spurred on by the pleasurable pain to slam his manhood deeper into her.
Her moans grew in tempo as she hugged him close, her fingers completely aware of his protruding muscles pressed against them. The pair experienced the feeling of becoming one in love as the pressure mounted. Grimgar’s body tensed and his pumping increased in speed, roughly slamming his cock in between her soft thighs. The sound of his balls slapping against her plump ass built the excitement within her.
Her tail snaked from behind her on the barrel and pulled him close, locking him in place as his body convulsed in her embrace, pumping his seed deep inside her. The tension left his naked body as he separated his muscular chest from hers. Reaching up to lovingly caress her scaled cheek, the pair gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before Grimgar’s expression turned solemn.
“I must leave yer now, my love. I have a bad feeling about this trip, something feels off. I went to consult the oracle and she said that if I wish to return, that boy is the key. Her exact words were A Magus that defies the stream of time shall turn back the clock of your doom. When things seem most bleak, he shall deliver those who stand with him through the spores of living death…” Grimgar confided to her, still entwined in her embrace.
“Then stay. Let Old Regas be in charge,” Krynnzal replied, turning his head to face her and gazing into his eyes with a frown of concern.
Grimgar sighed heavily and briefly held her hand against his before pulling it away. He kept holding it comfortingly as he stepped away and reluctantly let it go before turning his wide back to her.
“I wish it were that simple, my love,” Grimgar said, looking down at his hand. A red feather rested in the palm of his hand.
He tightened his hand into a fist and brought it to his lips for a kiss before clutching it to his chest for strength, the final words of the Oracle echoing in his head when he asked that very question.
Because if you don’t go on this journey, Grimgar, the Paradox will fail. If that happens, all of us will fall to the living death with nowhere to escape.
