tofi's trail

The tribe is hunting when they find the scaleless being.

The smell isn't as foul as the one that the scaleless ones usually carry with them, so the assumption that they make is that it's not human, at least. It wears torn clothing dyed in reds and greens, with intricate patterns embroidered onto it. It lacks fur where it isn't covered by clothes, and it doesn't seem to have scales, either, so it isn’t a half-breed of the less humanoid sort. Its limbs are fine and its face soft.

Yiksia picks the thing up off the ground where it lays unconscious. It's slim and light, and in her muscular grasp it weighs practically nothing. They bring it with them to the village, where they put it inside one of the cages they keep for some of the prey they bring back alive. It will need to be fed to be worth eating, but they can probably make use of it one way to another until it’s fattened up.

It doesn't wake up, even when the slop they feed the rest of the cattle is pushed in its face. It's an annoyance, but they can wait. It will wake up sooner or later, and the yuan-tis are in no rush.

Night falls, and some eager younglings head back out into the forest to play-hunt, leaving the village quiet for the hatchlings to rest. Yiksia polishes her scimitar in the darkness. It is peaceful, as everyone rests or searches for prey.

Yiksia hears a bumping sound, and her slitted gaze flickers up from her blade, toward the direction of the cages. The scaleless has moved, though it still seems asleep. Yiksia sets her blade down, and she gets up, walks over to the cage to crouch down beside it.

Somebody has removed its ruined clothing, as such things are unnecessary for cattle. It allows Yiksia to get a better look at the creature in the cage. It has long thin limbs, and looks both weak and frail. Bare skin is visible now, smooth-looking and dark, with no marks of scale or fur in sight anywhere. Tiny pale spots spatter the dark skin, colourless in the night, and long pale hair falls like spider threads from its head. Curious to know if it's as soft as it looks, Yiksia reaches in between the bars to brush her palm against its head. Its hair is so soft. She has never felt anything like it. She notices that she is holding her breath, and she releases it with deliberation. Her fingers comb through the soft hair, and it slips like water across her rough scaly skin. Curious, she slips her fingers further, to see if its skin has the same softness.

It's unbelievably smooth. There is not a scratch on the thing, not a scar or bump. That makes it even more mystifying why it hasn't woken up even once during the day. Yiksia feels the warmth of its skin against her palm, and it's wonderful. She slides her hand along the skin, exploring the way it feels under her touch.

Something catches her eye, and she stops her caresses. Her hand rests against the scalless ones skin, before she slides her hand down to push its legs apart. She sees a dark mound of flesh, a small rounded pouch and a swelling shaft. She has seen humans naked before, and has seen their simple, plain cocks. This one is the same, but darker in shade. She slides her hand down to the cock, and closes her hand around it. The bag, she doesn't know what to make of, but even a boring-looking little cock is a cock, and those she does know.

The scaleless one gasps, a small sound similar to a pleased wild cats slipping past its slightly parted lips. Yiksia runs her hand up the shaft, and back down. A round, gleaming head appears, and interested, she slides a finger onto it. It has a funny shape, smoother than a yuan-ti cock, and it's a strange feeling to touch it. She slips a finger in between the seemingly useless bag of skin covering most of the head, and sees as it slides down with the slight growth of the cock. It dribbles with a wetness that emerges from the tip, and she slides her finger across it. She feels a slight dip on the top, and when she pulls the cock to point toward her, she sees a tiny slit there, from which the fluid seems to emerge from. Yiksia drags her finger more slowly over it, collecting a large bead of the liquid on it. The scaleless lets out a sigh, shifting in its sleep. Yiksia eyes it for a few moments, hand holding still on its cock. She glances around, listens intently for any other presences. When she confirms that it's just her and the scaleless, she undoes the lock to the cage, and pulls it toward the opening, until its lower half is laying on the bare ground. Its head and upper body still rests inside the cage, one arm hooked through the bars at an awkward angle. Yiksia runs her tongue over her snake lips. Her hand returns to the scaleless' cock, rubbing it between her fingers. The scaleless gasps, and whimpers, and has started to twitch.

It's a curious sight, and Yiksia, brimming with the need to know more about this strange beings functions, adjusts her shift to free her meaty slit. She moves forward on her knees, until she feels the head of the scaleless' cock against her slit. It's so small, particularly in comparison to the yuan-ti cocks she has taken in the past. And it's warm, practically boiling hot to the touch.

Yiksia spreads her knees a bit further apart, her muscular thighs dwarfing the scaleless ones body. It's so small beneath her, and looks easy to break. So she moves carefully, because she can't leave evidence on what she's doing for her brethren to find.

She lowers herself on the unconscious creatures cock. The head presses against her slit, barely covering half of its length, and when it slips in past the edges it's difficult to feel its shape due to its size. But the warmth of it is amazing. Yiksias hands clenches around the bars of the cage and in the dirt at the feeling of it, as it slides inside of her, heating her insides up. The scaleless one whimpers, moans quietly, as though enjoying how its cock is enveloped by Yiksias chilly cavern. Yiksia, too, moans in silence, seeping in the warmth she is filled with. Yuan-ti cocks are never so heated, and now she feels she might not want to feel another of her brethren inside her simply because of that.

Yiksia lowers the rest of her body down on the scaleless' cock, mindful that she doesn't relax her legs and put her whole weight on it. She can feel its round cock pouch between her cheeks, and she can feel wispy soft hair against her most sensitive area. She looks down at the scaleless, sees its face flushed, its lips parted to let out shivering breaths. They shine a little. The arm hooked around the bars curves, pulling vainly against the iron that traps it in place.

Although she wishes that she can simply stay like this, her insides warmed by the scaleless ones little cock, she can't take too long, she can't bask as she wants. Yiksia shifts, sliding up on the cock. Her insides twitch at the loss; not the size of it, because she can barely feel it, but it's the warmth that her insides want. That she wants. Yiksia slides back down on the cock, until she can feel the cock pouch against her scales again. She rises again with a wet sound. Her insides are dripping, not slick only from her own fluids but from the stuff dripping from the scaleless ones cock. She slides back down, and her head tips back in pleasure as she is once more filled with that wonderful warmth. She rises, and she lowers back down, an even pace of thrusts as she rides the scaleless one. The scaleless one whimpers and moans, mumbles something in words that Yiksia doesn't understand, and lets out a whine. There are more words on its tongue, carrying a pleading tone in the long, melodic words. Yiksia increases her pace. Her powerful, scaly thighs shiver just slightly at the punishing pace that she sets, and she stares up at the sky with wide eyes as heat seems to explode inside of her.

The little unconscious being cries out, its body twitching. Yiksia doesn't pay it much mind, too caught up in her pleasure. Her insides twitch madly, her arms shiver. Yiksia feels her body reach a height she only has felt with the most massive cocks in the past, and even then, it's not enough to describe it. The scaleless' cock can barely be felt moving inside of her as she rides it, but its warmth seeps everywhere, and it feels absolutely amazing to Yiksia.

Her orgasm is harsh and violent, rippling through her body with a heavy crash. Yiksia has to bite her lip to not cry out in pleasure. The taste of her own blood as her teeth pierce her skin only heightens the feeling. Her vision goes black for a few moments, and all she knows is the pleasure she rides.

When she comes to, she is dripping wet, soaking the scaleless beneath her. It's twitching still, murmuring things under its breath. Its eyes move beneath its eyelids, and it sometimes lets out breathy moans between uneven breaths. It's still unconscious. Yiksia is loath to do it, but she slips off its cock, whining at the loss of its warmth. White froth drips down her thighs as she moves the scaleless back fully into the cage. It pulls its arm free, rolling over onto its side in slumber. Yiksia watches it as she slips her waistcloth back in place. She thinks to herself that she will need to do this again, only next time she will need to bring something to muffle the scaleless ones cries.

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