The Sharpclaw warrior stood tall and proud, a large smirk upon his face as his victory was celebrated by many. In a circle around the victor stood his brethren, a collective of female and male spectators that bore witness to his triumph over the challenger. “Axefist! Axefist! Axefist!” they chanted feverishly as the large and muscular Saurian raised his arms in celebration, soaking up the praise of his tribe. At his feet laid his opponent, broken, bruised, and whimpering. The fight had been quick and brutal, the sniveling vulpine lying at the feet of the powerful warrior having been unable to provide even the slightest of challenges.

What was once considered a legend amongst the Sharpclaw race was proven to be a lie, as the reptilian warrior placed a large foot on top of the chest of the fallen form of Fox McCloud. Axefist’s smirk broadened at the groan of pain that escaped from the weakling beneath his foot, and as the Saurians around the two continued to rejoice in the reptilian’s victory, Axefist threw his head back, and released a thunderous roar; much to the approval of his tribe.

Victory came naturally to the Sharpclaw race. All that came against them were crushed beneath the pure might of the barbaric tribe. Fox McCloud, was merely another example of those who were foolish enough to attempt to best such a powerful tribe of warriors. The chanting grew louder as Axefist gave the prone form of Fox a brutal kick, rolling the battered pilot onto his stomach, to the laughter and joy of his tribesmen.

“Axefist! Axefist! Axefist!” The chanting continued, the volume of the tribe deafening. Several females stared starry-eyed at the chiseled victor, desire dancing within their reptilian eyes. However, it was not to be their day. For as several Saurian women desired to congratulate their warrior, in a way they felt he truly deserved, they could not. Axefist had easily bested McCloud in the battle for another’s freedom, and since the vulpine had failed in his pitiful attempts to win her freedom, Axefist was allowed the spoils of his victory.

The crowd slowly parted as the captive female was slowly led out towards the victor, and the fallen. The steady click of her heels against the ground only served to excite Axefist as his eyes landed upon his prize, as she was escorted to the center of the circle by a pair of Saurian women. The prisoner was dressed in an outfit similar to most of the female reptilians, and yet somehow, the outfit seemed to have a greater appeal due to her build.

The cerulean vixen smiled a bit shyly at Axefist, her eyes not even bothering to check upon the prone form of Fox McCloud as she was led forward. Krystal’s gaze was only for the victor, and the victor alone. As she moved forward, eventually forced to stop directly in front of Axefist, and the beaten form of Fox, she was be released from the metal chain that the Sharpclaw women had used to escort her out with. As the crowd roared in approval at her appearance the vixen slowly cocked her hip to the right, her eyes narrowing as she fixed Axefist with a sultry look. The tip of the vixen’s tongue slowly danced along her bottom lip as her gaze slid to the Saurian’s crotch, taking in the sight of his poorly concealed bulge.

All around the encircled trio cries for the conquering of the defeated and the prisoner reigned. The crowd was nearly in frenzy, and the captive vixen could barely contain herself, as she too desired nothing more than to be conquered by the burly lizard before her. She had watched the fight, and the sheer display of power that Axefist had shown over Fox, her beaten beau, had truly enticed her. A bit of dampness slowly trailed down along one of her inner thighs; staining the ivory and aquamarine fur as lust crashed down upon her in waves. Axefist’s display of power was an aphrodisiac to the prisoner, and the weeks spent in Sharpclaw captivity had truly changed Krystal.

Her leather bikini felt tight, and the pair of calf-wrap heels that the female Saurians had fashioned for her, as well as the slave bangles that she wore, added to her desire for the victorious Axefist. Slowly, she moved forward, gracefully sliding to her knees, and leaning over the prone form of Fox. “My champion,” Krystal cooed quietly, barely heard over the thunderous roars and shrieks of approval from the gathered tribe, as she ran a delicate hand along Axefist’s hip. She arched ever so slightly as she met the gaze of the tall and strong warrior, the enticing swell of her pert mounds beneath the exceptionally tight fabric of her bra emphasizing Krystal’s rather generous bust.

“Allow me to reward you for such a display of power,” She continued, licking her lips slowly as she moved forward on her knees, placing them upon Fox’s back, drawing a pained grunt and crushed look from the beaten pilot. “My champion deserves to be rewarded, after all…” The vixen trailed off as she ran a hand along the length of Axefist’s inner thigh, receiving a low shuddering sigh of delight from the incredibly muscular lizard for her efforts. Her sleek digits danced along his Herculean thigh as she hummed softly in enjoyment, her knees firmly planted upon the hard, smooth, and sore muscles of Fox’s back as she adjusted herself, eyeing Axefist’s impressive bulge beneath his terribly thin loincloth. “I can see that you want it almost as much as I do,” Krystal murmured with a lascivious little smirk, one that matched perfectly with that of her champion.

Axefist merely nodded slowly, his gaze locking with Krystal’s for the briefest of moments before he quickly looked to the crowd that encircled him and his prize. Releasing yet another victorious war cry for his assembled tribe, and receiving a raucous answering roar in return, the tall and chiseled Sharpclaw warrior quickly divested himself of his loincloth, completely exposing himself to the gathered crowd. Several of the assembled females gasped loudly, none more so than Krystal, who nearly cooed in pure delight at the sight of the large, barbed, reptilian cock that was steadily growing harder in front of her. “Suck wench,” The lizard spoke, his voice rough and gravelly as he placed a large hand upon the back of Krystal’s neck, gripping tightly as he urged her forward.

However, the sleek vixen was more than eager to comply. In a matter of seconds she had the base of the large male’s thick shaft held within her dainty hand, attempting and failing to form a ring around the trunk-like appendage with her slender digits. She gasped again, heat beginning to add a bit of color to her finely-furred cheeks as she began to stroke her stud; whilst the crowd around them continued to chant his name in celebration. It was such a sight, being able to view the Saurian shaft growing right in front of her; a sight she never tired of, since the very moment she had been captured. “Mm,” She hummed softly to herself as she was urged forward further, lifting Axefist’s massive reptilian cock within her hand whilst pressing a few quick and sensual kisses against the sensitive tip of the combatant’s shaft. “Ah,” Krystal moaned softly as the heat of the large lizard’s length transferred to her luscious lips, her right hand slowly running up and down the length of Axefist’s stiffening piston.

The tip of the vulpine captive’s tongue danced along the underside of the reptilian’s meaty cock, slowly and skillfully coating it with her saliva. Each lick served to bolster the arousal of the victorious hunk before her, the low growls from Axefist causing Krystal to peer up at him with a smoldering look. “Like that, stud?” she asked with a small tilt of her head, her left hand moving up to fondle the impressive sac of the muscled lizard. The cerulean fox was rewarded with a soft moan from the lizard for her efforts, and at seeing his nod to her words Krystal drew the tip of his enormous shaft into the confines of her hot and damp mouth.

“Mmph.” Her cheeks were steadily overtaken by a scarlet flush, and she quickly lowered herself a bit more on top of Fox’s back, forcing a weak groan from her defeated beau as she used her shift in posture to firmly pin Fox beneath her, in order to serve her victorious savage better. Slowly, her head began to bob back and forth, tender lips rubbing against the hot barbed flesh of the aroused Reptilian. Her hands continued to glide along his massive length, stroking and fondling Axefist’s equipment hungrily. Axefist moaned softly, his eyelids lowering slowly as he took in the sight of his prize sucking him off. The reptile began to throb ever so slightly within the vixen’s mouth, Krystal’s eager sucking of his shaft occasionally broken up by her greedy licks and soft moans up at him.

The assembled crowd couldn’t be contained, their cries of approval reaching the encircled trio, adding to Fox’s misery, and the pleasure of Krystal and Axefist. The skilled Cerinian quickly drew back for a moment, her ample bust rising and falling quickly before she lurched forward, kneels trembling against Fox’s brusied back, causing him to cry out loudly in protest whilst Krystal sent a thick glob of her spit directly onto Axefist’s lightly pulsing piston. Axefist’s head rolled back, and a faint moan of delight slipped past his lips as Krystal proceeded to pump his gargantuan length, using her spit as a form of lubricant. The vixen’s hand soon became a cerulean blur along the hot pink flesh of Axefist’s stiff member, causing his legs to spread further as he grit his teeth, growling loudly as his desire became all the more stronger.

Without even a hint of warning the Sharpclaw warrior slammed his tremendous package deeply into Krystal’s hot and damp mouth, roaring passionately as he felt Krystal’s furiously flailing tongue struggling beneath the might of his hot cock. The vixen had no time to react as Axefist’s hips began to buck against her wet mouth, Krystal’s erratic moaning as he fucked her throat causing the entirety of his appendage to vibrate. A low grunt from Axefist filled the air as his pre spurted forth from his length, bathing Krystal’s vocal chords with his fluid as he clutched her head with both hands; forcing her to take his entire shaft inside of her maw for several moments. Krystal’s vision swam as she was forced flush against the very base of Axefist’s shaft, her legs trembling as she squatted over Fox; the heels of her footwear digging into several of the defeated vulpine’s many bruises. She felt as if she were going to black out, yet she couldn’t stop herself from becoming increasingly aroused.

She soon withdrew her hands from Axefist’s impressive girth, dew dribbling down along her quivering folds as the sculpted Sharpclaw eventually withdrew his colossal cock from the confines of her mouth. She gasped sharply, coughing for several moments before Axefist smirked wickedly and forced his length back into her mouth, stuffing his reptilian meat deeply into her mouth. The large lizard grit his teeth as he bucked his hips a bit more aggressively than before, humping Krystal’s mouth with reckless abandon before quickly pulling back out, to the sound of her gasping and coughing once more. “Wench is very good!” he cried out to his comrades that stood around, pumping a large fist into the air, to the cries of approval from his tribe.

Now that she had a moment, Krystal quickly undid the clasp of her bra, exposing her perky mounds to the sweltering, Saurian air; her tender, pink nipples having grown hard and erect through Axefist’s usage of her mouth. As soon as she removed the bra, Krystal tossed it to the side, proudly displaying her plump chest to the eyes of all assembled, much to the horror of Fox. “Krystal no!” he moaned painfully. Yet as soon as the words left the defeated vulpine’s mouth, he was punished, by his love no less. She had struck him, her fist crashing into his jaw with a resounding crack.

“Quiet weakling!” She barked, taking a single moment to send Fox a dispassionate look before she turned her attention back to the large Saurian that was hulking over her. “Now, where were we stud?” She cooed, curling her finger towards herself in a come hither gesture. Eagerness guided Axefist forward, one of his large hands gripping the base of his shaft, before he gripped the back of Krystal’s head once more, sliding his gigantic length along the side of her enticing visage. The moans from Krystal that he was rewarded with spurred him on further, and in his dominance, he began to smack the underside of his enormous head against Krystal’s muzzle, the stench of his arousal completely intoxicating the beautiful vixen.

Her nethers continued to tremble with desire, and the brightly blushing vixen would moan as she turned her head, placing a series of long and lewd kisses along the length of Axefist’s well-lubricated member. The lewd sounds of her lips smacking against his flesh could be heard by the encircled trio, causing Axefist to moan loudly; his length giving an excited twitch against Krystal’s lips that had quickly grown pouty and swollen from the act of dealing with Axefist’s overly-inflated girth. “Hh…mmyes,” The vixen cooed lustfully, her eyes peering up at the Sharpclaw above her in faux-innocence. “Take me, my champion,” she whispered heatedly, craving the triumphant ‘claw inside of her. “Take me, and show this weakling beneath me the strength of our tribe!” She clearly begged him, the low growl entering her lust-dominated tone clearly displaying her thoughts of Fox’s weakness.

The assembled crowd all jeered at Fox, spitting at and insulting his prone frame as Axefist lifted Krystal to her feet. However before he could bend her over, the enticing Cerinian slammed her foot into Fox’s ribs with a resounding thud, driving the failure of a combatant onto his back. With her back still turned to Axefist, Krystal sauntered towards Fox, a haughty look upon her features as she leaned over his prone form. “Fucking weakling,” she spat, before her palm crashed against Fox’s cheek with a resounding smack that was heard by all. “You don’t have the right to give orders!” She spit down onto his groaning frame, disgusted by his nudity, save for the pair of boots he had worn. Not only had Axefist beaten him, but he had humiliated him, forcing Fox to display his miniscule penis to the assembled try.

“No, someone as feeble as you, only gets to watch,” Krystal whispered in clear disdain, the crowd muttering and chattering with approval at her words. Throughout her diatribe Axefist had moved behind her, his arousal having grown to a nearly unbearable level as Krystal added further to McCloud’s humiliation. The vixen looked over her shoulder to view her hard-cocked champion making his way over, and in a sudden surge of inspiration, Krystal stood over fox, her heel-clad feet on either side of his head while she bent over. Her legs remained straight, displaying her long and toned legs as she lowered her bikini bottom to her ankles, allow the undergarment to cover Fox’s face for a moment, before she kicked the underwear to the side carelessly. Her hot and moist slit hung over Fox as she bent over, droplets of Krystal’s hot and sticky nectar dampening the ivory fur along her inner thighs as her tail lifted up behind her. Each of her hands were placed upon her taut thighs, gripping them tightly as she eagerly awaited her champion, her gaze briefly moving to Fox’s bruised legs before she sneered at his uselessness.

“Fuck me,” She urged as she turned to regard him over her shoulder, trembling with anticipation as the hard-bodied reptile moved into position behind her. She was nervous, to have something so massive violate her yet again, but the pure power he had displayed over Fox was too much for Krystal to deny. She needed Axefist. She needed him badly. Her body craved him, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to give him the prize he deserved. The Saurian gripped her hips tightly, drawing an excited gasp from Krystal before he began to lightly prod at her tender folds with the tip of his massive head. He grunted softly as Krystal whined with pure need, her biceps flexing ever so slightly as her body grew tense with each passing second.

The dew from her damp flower dribbled onto the tip of the Sharpclaw’s massive length, and her hips wiggled from side to side in his hold, silently coaxing him with her lust-dominated actions. The strong male behind her growled softly before sending his hips forward, his head spearing directly into the vixen’s tight snatch, forcing her lips to spread widely. Krystal jerked suddenly, a sharp cry of pain and pleasure piercing the air as she was penetrated, her spine stiffening as Axefist crammed his enormous length into her further and further with each moment that went by. She saw stars in her vision, and her legs almost gave out from the heat, and feel of that invading prick. Axefist slid further into her, gripping her hips tightly whilst gritting his teeth, his enormous length throbbing within the vixen’s tender cunny.

Moans from the pair soon began to fill the air along with the cheering of the crowd, as they began to copulate passionately, over the beaten frame of Fox, who could only look on in betrayal and heartbreak. Krystal wrapped her tail tightly around one of Axefist’s arms, reveling in the closeness as she was penetrated; her moist lips parted as her tongue hung out from her mouth, the soft and steady sound of her panting lost amidst the moans and sounds of pleasure from her and Axefist. The large Sharpclaw gripped her tightly as he began to thrust into her, slowly and deeply. He allowed the vixen the full pleasure of engulfing the entirety of his length within her body; over-filling her tender loins with his Saurian meat, stretching her slick fuck hole with each thrust of his trim hips.

The sound of his hips connecting with her own was slow and steady, his enormous stones smacking against her body each time that his hips buffeted against her own. He growled loudly as Krystal’s moans grew louder, her insides being speared repeatedly by the trunk-like member that Axefist possessed. She was quickly soaking his girth with her heavily oiled cunny, her entire body aflame with passion and lust. “Ngh…yes!” she just barely managed to formulate words as she weakly attempted to give back as good as she got, her hips gyrating each time that Axefist sank his entire shaft into her; her walls clenching tightly around his piston. “That’s it…ungh…fuck me!”She begged shamelessly, uncaring of the whimpers of Fox beneath her, as he had a first-person view of her being completely owned by Axefist’s gargantuan cock.

With the encouragement of Krystal, Axefist began to buck his hips the slightest bit more quickly, his barbed cock pummeling at Krystal’s cunny, the once tender and sleek pink folds of the vixen having grown red and puffy from the abusive nature of the Sharpclaw’s manhood. Axefist pounded into Krystal’s snatch abusively, her entire body trembling uncontrollably as several shivers shot down the length of her spine as she rewarded her victor. “Oh god…ah…ah,” The vixen’s moans went above the volume of the assembled crowd, her entire body reacting to the savage sexual assault she was undertaking. Sweat trickled down along her sleek body, and her legs constantly trembled, being in danger of giving out completely from the force Axefist was exerting over her. The scaled warrior groaned loudly as he began to pulsate violently within the vixen, the thick veins within his cock bulging out along the well-stretched walls of Krystal’s loins as his sharp nails dug into the small of her back.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” Krystal moaned loudly, her eyes squeezing shut as her orgasm tore through her body, her hands balling into fists as she nearly fell, having to constantly rely on Axefist to support her body as she came, her hot and sticky nectar gushing from her. She squealed loudly as Axefist shifted his hands toward her front, supporting her body as he slammed into savagely as she came, and sending wave after wave of Krystal’s love juices flowing out of her steadily gaping twat; and directly onto the prone and crying frame of the vulpine that had come to Sauria to save her. The squealing and moaning from Krystal soon grew to become a constant, her body doing it’s very best to adjust to the massive size of the Sharpclaw within her as she hung against his hands almost limply; doing her very best to grind back into him whenever she felt his swollen, cum-laden stones pressing lewdly against her body.

Krystal’s body continued to react uncontrollably to Axefist after she came, her pleasure being so great that words failed her. The only way that she could let her stud know how much she was enjoying him was by her squeals and moans of pleasure. She tried to remain standing, but as the enormous Sharpclaw put his weight behind his savage thrusts she found herself quickly lurching forward. “Hah…hh..agh!” She managed to open her eyes weakly, turning to look over one of her sleek shoulders at the muscular hunk that was slamming away at her from behind. Her cunny throbbed and clenched tightly, her tail tightening around Axefist’s arm as the groaning lizard began to lean over her, running a thick and rough digit over her clit. “Mmph…oh!” Krystal moaned deeply, her hips jerking from to and fro erratically as she was stuffed full of the Sharpclaw repeatedly.

Behind her, Axefist began to moan feverishly, the constant clenching of Krystal’s sweet cunny causing her reptilian lover an endless amount of pleasure. All throughout his body veins began to bulge, his cock throbbed spasmodically, and his mighty length began to twitch sharply within the gaping slit that he, at least for now, was the proud owner of. “Ragh…” His moans were gravelly, as his continual growling interfered in every single sound of pleasure on his behalf. However, he was quickly running out of stamina. Krystal’s tight snatch, along with her movements, and constant cries of pleasure were sapping him, drawing him deeper into his body as the Sharpclaw warrior grew increasingly closer to his own orgasm.

Knowing that he only had a matter of moments the warrior drew Krystal closer, squeezing her hips tightly as his hips became a pale green blur, much to the cheers of his tribe, as well as the screams and yips of pleasure from Krystal. His six pack tightened heavily, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he crammed his cock deeply into the vixen, a series of short and sharp grunts filling the air, intermixing with Krystal’s high-pitched yelps as Axefist began to cum. The Sharpclaw roared loudly as Krystal cried out just as a second orgasm tore through her, her hot and sticky nectar washing over Axefist’s monumental piston, and Foxes’ face, as the Sharpclaw pumped his load into her. Axefist didn’t slow down for a single second, the sturdy-bodied warrior’s hips aggressively bashing against Krystal’s own as he pumped rope after rope of his thick reptilian spunk into her. Krystal trembled as she was filled, the sensation of having yet another Sharpclaw filling her to the brim not feeling old in the slightest, as she did her best to ride out the stud’s orgasm. Axefist continued to hammer away at her, his biceps swelling heavily as thick globs of his spunk erupted from the vixen’s snatch with each of his wild thrusts; sending a good deal of his load onto the defeated, tear-stained face of Fox .

The Saurian beefcake groaned loudly, his head being thrown back in one last roar of pure pleasure as his body gave into Krystal’s gaping fuck tunnel, completely saturating her humming loins with his gooey load. The vixen cried out and continued to squirm, her entire body on fire as she was filled with Saurian baby batter, her tender nethers throbbing whilst her perky nipples ached from the lack of being touched. Yet nothing could take the Cerinian bombshell’s pleasure away from her as her mind shattered briefly, going into a state of pure orgasmic bliss as Axefist finished himself off within her, pumping the last vestiges of his load into her cum-soaked pussy. “Ohh….” The vixen moaned deeply, her body falling limp within the arms of her champion, as Fox’s visage was stained with several globs of Axefist’s and Krystal’s combined juices.

Completely sated by Krystal’s tender and toned body, the Sharpclaw warrior eventually opened his eyes and pumped both fists into the air. “Axefist! Axefist! Axefist!” His brethren chanted as he relished his victory, Krystal dropping to the ground in a pleasured mess, directly beside the broken form of Fox McCloud. “You see Fox…” Krystal moaned softly, panting raggedly, managing to crawl over so that her face was a mere inches from Fox’s own. The tip of her tongue slid along his cheek, slowly collecting a bit of Axefist’s cum on the tip of her slick and wide oral appendage. She cupped it within her talented tongue as she placed a hand over Fox’s narrowed chest, looking down at him in a mixture of pleasure and amusement before abruptly sneering, and spitting the wad of the celebrating Lizard’s cum onto Fox’s lips. “Here, power rules,” She smiled down at him mockingly, “And here, a weakling like you will never be able to…save me.”