Sammy's boots scuffed quietly on the stone floor of the cave. It was a dark, dank passageway, illuminated only by the faint green glow of the bug jar on her belt. They were doing their very best to be quiet, and she could feel more than hear her companion at her back. Of course, Teng was one of the sneakiest people Sammy knew. The slender, golden skinned rogue from the Southern Isles could walk over a pile of dry leaves and barely make a whisper. Sammy only wished that Teng's sister, Peng, could have joined them. It was too bad that the sorceress had come down with the flu right before this expedition. They could have used some magical back-up.
And Sammy would have certainly found a use for Peng's talented tongue. Teng was an outstanding lover, and Sammy had spent the last three nights in camp with her, using tongues, fingers, and mouths to work orgasm after orgasm from each other. But when you got both sisters together, something amazing happened. Sammy was getting wet from the memory of the last time both girls fucked her, Peng's tongue buried in her ass while Teng fisted her cunt. The two of them had used her so well, and for so long, that it was hard to walk the next day.
The faint, almost imperceptible, flicker of a fire ahead caught her eye, jerking Sammy from her reverie. She held up a hand to stop Teng and dropped into a crouch. The fat plug in her ass shifted a bit, making her breath catch. Sammy quickly reached under her skirt and pressed on the wide base, making sure the thick metal plug was securely seated. Ever since her mother had been gifted a magical cock by an elven witch, Sammy had become nearly addicted to having her ass stretched and filled to the max. When Marianna wasn't inside of her, she had a plug in. It had become a piece of her core kit, and Sammy had it enchanted to match. With her plug in she was immune to fire, poison, and ice spells. Plus it felt great and made her cum buckets when she pulled it out.
"That must be them," Teng whispered into her ear. "Only two of the bastards as far as I can tell from the tracks. We can take them, fucking lizards."
The lizardmen raiding parties that came out of the Eastern Jungle were seasonal, like the monsoon, or allergies. When spring arrived, the lizardmen would come, looking for breeding stock. They had no females of their own, and had to kidnap women from the civilized lands to bear their young. Human, elf, orc, or any other advanced race, it didn't matter to them. No one knew what happened to the unfortunate souls that were taken back in the breeding caravans every year. None of them ever came back. Rumors said they were either eaten after they gave birth, or that all the women were living in unimaginable splendor and pleasure in the secret lizard cities.
The border forts along the jungle did their best to stop the incursions, but every year some got through. This particular party was deeper into the kingdom than any had managed in decades. The army was stretched too thin to contain it, and lizardmen were roaming about everywhere. Nearly every town and village in the kingdom was missing wives and daughters. The king had paid the Adventurers Guild a handsome fee for their assistance, and skilled monster hunters like Sammy and Teng were spread out through the land hunting the lizardmen down.
Sammy nodded in agreement with Teng. They could take two lizardmen easily. And if somehow there were more than two, they could retreat and alert the Guild. She reached into her belt pouch and pulled out a vial of antidote. The guild had distributed the potion to all its members for the spring campaign. When aroused, which was most of the time, lizardmen exuded a potent pheromone mix that made women go wild with lust. It just made men sleepy. To top if all off, lizardmen semen was incredibly addictive. The antidote was a necessity. Sammy downed it in a gulp.
Teng was lifting her own vial to her lips when a shape arose out of the shadows and tossed her against the cave wall. Sammy turned, trying to draw her sword, when she was struck. Everything went black.
Sammy woke up on her belly an unknown amount of time later. The heat from the lizardmen's fire was warming up her naked flank. She must have been deeper in the cave, where they had made their camp.
