Krell was a reptilian queen, which meant that unlike the rest of her species she was very fertile. She was also expected to reproduce repeatedly throughout her lifetime in order to ensure the continuation of her species. Krell had already successfully born several clutches of eggs which had produced healthy offspring. She had only one minor problem, her sexual appetite increased instead of decreased when she was pregnant, and virile males were highly sought after and as such were only available during a heat cycle.
She had turned to male drones at first but the process was so foreign to them, that they seemed unable to grasp the concept. Female drones were not an option as they were occupied with the task of raising the children. Finally she'd opted for other species, several being somewhat successful but all seemed driven by the mating cycle such that once she was out of heat, the results were less than stellar.
So she sent out her drones to find a suitable replacement, and among her own offspring it was easy to mentally imprint her commands. She was surprised that it took only one mating cycle to find a new seemingly compatible species. They were warm blooded, which intrigued her. She spent several male studs during her heat cycle at thought of playing with a male of this new species called "Homin."
One healthy male specimen was on his way by the time her heat cycle was over. She lounged in her quarters, inspecting the information, they seemed rather tiny and fragile, but their reproductive organs were compatible, which is all that mattered to her eyes. Her scaled form was already showing signs of impregnation, her nipples protruding, and her scales lightening in color. She idly wondered how many eggs she was carrying as she somewhat impatiently awaited the Homin.
James was a healthy young man, had always been on the tall thin geeky side until college. He studied hard, which was easy since girls saw him as a friend and not a boyfriend. Masturbation was his only release, and while it frustrated him sometimes, at others he was glad not to have to deal with the stress of an unplanned pregnancy or STD risk.
After college he'd always figured he'd finally date and get a girlfriend. It seemed like the same pattern, girls who said they wanted a nice guy even as they spread their legs for men who treated them like shit. He'd finally got laid, but he'd been so nervous that it had been rather awkward and he'd been unable to cum with the condom on.
He'd gone on a camping trip with a bunch of work buddies, and other than being 25 he felt like the forty year old virgin. At the end of the first day he was glad to have a tent to himself, and hoped he wouldn't have too much of a hangover since they'd mixed shots with beer. He stripped off his clothes and slipped into the sleeping bag in his boxer briefs. The next thing he knew he felt like he was floating.
He couldn't open his eyes and figured he was dreaming and so was very surprised to wake up to a painful set of injections in his arm, and several strange lizard beings rasping at him. It was a few minutes later when he finally understood what they were saying, they said he'd been given translator microbes, whatever that was, inoculations, and something that didn't translate.
James was naked but could feel some sort of collar around his neck. He stumbled along, surrounded by the beings, who were a full head shorter than him. He heard them whispering about the queen, and what would happen if he was unsuitable. James gulped at the mention of whether she would eat him, flay him alive and offer him to the drones, or other things he didn't want to imagine.
A door opened and he was somewhat roughly pushed inside and the door closed, he looked about he had grown used to the soft lighting and expecting the Queen to be smaller than the males was surprised that she was a good foot taller than him. She was relatively humanoid, she had two small firm breasts, and below what appeared as eight pack abs, but each had its own nipple and he realized they were breasts as well. Her tail was easily four feet long and dangerous looking. She had a strange look about her; her skin was a beautiful shade of green and seemed to glow slightly. Her large eyes glowed and he watched as her forked long tongue darted over her lips.
"Nice." Krell looked over the homin, recalling the weak spots so as to not break him. She stood towering over him as she moved around him.
James noticed how cold her hands were as she touched him, he wasn't sure how to react, but his cock was stiffening in response. He wondered if that would be a problem, but she seemed pleased and his eyes were drawn between her legs wondering how it would work. He saw nothing but a smooth layer of scales. He was wavering between fear and desire as her hands lingered over him, finally the cold long fingers slithered over his cock.
Krell's claws extended tracing along blue lines that indicated where his blood flowed just beneath the skin. He was obviously not driven by hormones, as her last conquest had been only able to manage one mating before going flaccid. She leaned in to smell him, inhaling the hormones of his species, her tongue lashing out to confirm that he had naturally high levels of testosterone. At least compared to her species, she noticed he was glancing between her legs and with a swift move of her hand, pealed back a scaly layer to reveal pale lemon yellow skin; the area had the most delicate skin and needed extra protection. She licked the pulse point at his neck, enjoying the heat and the increased pace of his heart.
