Tiefling sorceress Alterra has just finished a quest to bring peace between a valley of monster folk ruled by a handsome young saurian prince and their surrounding lands, and she is looking forward to claiming her desired reward... prince Moroke himself.
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Alterra climbed up the stairs of the ancient temple with a delightful swagger, her always well polished cute little hooves clicking with every step.
She was on her way to deliver the good news to prince Moroke, though he had surely heard of it already if the celebration down in the village was anything to go by. Her party members were definitely enjoying the local cuisine, so to speak.
It hadn't been too long ago that an earthquake had opened a way into this otherwise isolated valley, with its lush jungles and cyclopean abandoned temples. The sight of huge lizards and other "monsters" had terrified the people from the nearby settlements, and her adventuring party had been tasked with finding the source of the monsters in the valley and eliminate it.
Turns out, there weren't any monsters here, well, not per se.
The valley had become a refuse of sorts for many centuries to less common sapient species, like the rather huge saurians that ruled over most of it, though there were also minotaurs, lizardfolk and many others who usually keep to themselves.
After some misunderstandings and a decisive team-up against a terrible aberration that had been woken up from its slumber by the earthquake, the party quickly switched to parley to try and soften things between those in the valley and those outside, something for which Alterra's honeyed tongue had been more than useful.
She had to spend a long time in discussions with Moroke, the local saurian prince, still young and rather unsafe in his newfound authority, trying to come up with a plan to avoid any aggression between the locals and the scared people outside the valley.
Surprisingly, for what sounds like dull negotiations, they had been thoroughly enjoyable. Moroke was wise beyond his years, empathic and just an all together sweet person in the form of a massive ogre-sized lizard with teeth that could sever a human head.
The blood of her succubi ancestor who made her into a tiefling boiled into a frenzy every time they were both in the same room, and it had been an absolute struggle to not just shed her clothes and throw herself onto his maws.
But she had been good and responsible, and had focused on the task at hand, patiently leaving the potential fun to one side, no matter how much her loins ached to be wrecked by him.
However... the job was done now, the nearby settlements had agreed to the deal and soon the first few caravans would arrive to establish proper ties and hopefully bring the people from these disparate communities together.
And boy, she was dying of thirst by now. She had felt a hint of lust from Moroke when she last saw him, and she was planing on feeding that fire as much as she could.
With careful movements, she straightened her sorceress tunic over her lithe body, making sure it left little to the imagination.
She had noticed that Moroke seemed to rather like her long legs, so she had folded the bottom of the tunic, so it barely covered a third of her thigh.
It was obvious as hell, but she didn't care.
Her striking crimson skin shone gorgeously under the warm sun, and she made a last attempt to get her frilly white mane under control. Brushing or sorting her raven hair out was always harder than it should due to the thick back-swept horns protruding from the sides of her forehead.
Satisfied with her look, she almost danced up the final flight of stairs, almost like a happy goat on a rocky mountain.
The prince was waiting for her atop the royal temple, his striking turquoise scales almost glittering in the morning sun.
He straightened his back as he saw her, a cute smile draw on his angular face. Many would have found the visage of his sharp teeth and threatening figure absolutely terrifying, but Alterra wasn't most people.
"My dear Alterra! You're finally here!" he said as he walked towards her with his arms open for a hug.
The cheeky tiefling did a little curtsy and a bow.
"Your majesty," she said, grinning.
As soon as he was, she jumped to his arms, the enormous saurian holding her lithe body against his wide chest.
The lovely morning sun had warmed his scales, and Alterra snuggled close to him, trying, and failing, to wrap her arms around his torso.
"I'm so pleased to have you back!" he said as he walked with her in his arms back towards his living space in the temple; the sharp and long curved claws on his feet clicking against the stone floor while her thick tail curled around his arm.
"Thank you again for everything you've done," he said with his cute whistling tone.
Alterra shot him a fiery glance from his arms.
"You could thank me personally and intimately, you know..." she said, being her usual "subtle" self.
If scales could blush, Moroke's would have done so at that very moment.
He averted his eyes from her, but his reptilian face could not hide his interest.
"Don't I get to choose my reward?" said the coquettish tiefling as she gently pushed his big head to meet her gaze with one of her well polished hooves.
"Well... em..." the timid prince could hardly string together words.
A lewd smile slithered its way onto Alterra's face.
"If I knew you didn't want me, I'd leave it be, handsome," she said, sensually dropping her tunic further down her body, her nipples almost ready to slip away.
"But I can *smell* how much you want me..." she said, almost savouring the words, "so why do you hesitate? I am on a silver platter for you, ready to be devoured..."
Moreke's lips trembled and Alterra could hear his hind claws scratching against the hard floor.
"But Alterra, you are so... small compared to me, I fear I will lose control and hurt you..." he said, still dodging her but at least using reasonable thoughts.
She curled in his arms, making sure his eyes could not part from hers.
