30. Baltasar

CHAPTER 30

BALTASAR

Deadbeat with a Capital D: Well NOW it's turning into my kind of party!

I can't feel my nuts.

There was nothing like running through the jungle while in giant lizard form to make you question your life choices.

Except I don't have a jock strap to keep my junk in line this time.

Including my "cock-pocket."

One of the only good parts of this embarrassing situation was that I now knew what to call the puzzling hidey-hole I'd recently discovered beneath my new lizard dick.

No knot, though, for some reason…

And my balls have disappeared.

Maybe they're in the pocket…

Does that make it a balls-pocket?

I wonder why Zion doesn't have a pocket for his ? —

A deafening roar from somewhere close behind had me silencing my inner monologue—for now—and trying to pick up my pace.

Trying being the key word.

When Zion first started training me as a Deathball long-shot, he'd coaxed me into half-shifting—to maintain my speed while upping my strength. That was when I finally got him to admit he'd never taken his own advice because he liked me catching him on the field.

Ziggy called that one…

Given the current circumstances, I had no clue how he'd played at the level he did for so long while fully shifted. It felt like I was wearing one of those inflatable sumo wrestler suits, with my actual body trapped inside a fake one. Except, nothing about this was fake.

Time to bring my A-game!

I dug my claws into the earth, ducking beneath hanging vines while dodging and weaving between massive trees like the two-time Supremacy Games champion I was.

Never mind that my rock-hard rocket pop was threatening to get in the way of going for gold. It was throbbing worse than when I'd infamously wrapped it in Lizard Grip Tape, and so erect that it was rhythmically slapping against my abs to the beat of my pounding feet. Because no matter how legitimately unhinged Zion was—no matter if he was chasing me to fight or to fuck—I had never been hornier.

I think I'm dripping, actually…

Oh, gawd.

What if I'm getting my period? !

I made the mistake of trying to check on this development while running, and even though I was a Deathball pro in part because of my mad running skills, this particular move turned into my downfall.

Literally.

Thanks to my new top-heavy center of gravity, I ended up losing my balance and tumbling down a ridge—big ass lizard head first—before landing in a muddy puddle with an undignified squawk.

I'm having some serious déjà vu…

My first thought was that I'd cover myself with mud again to mask my scent—John James Rambo style—only to discover my goddamn T-Rex arms were too short.

Why the hell did I get the knockoff lizard suit?!

My super sight had leveled up to night vision , however, and the moment I spotted an oversized jungle tree straight ahead, I knew exactly how I was going to cover my tracks.

Lumbering over as fast as my lizard legs could take me, I began awkwardly clawing my way to the canopy. Unfortunately, thanks to all my newfound physical shortcomings, I was about as good at climbing as I'd been at keeping Lizard Grip Tapegate 2.0 under wraps at the family bonfire.

In other words, I suck at this.

My last shreds of badassery withered and died as I realized I couldn't get down.

Fuck my life.

I had no choice but to cling to the trunk like an oversized monkey, with my scaly dick rubbing against the bark and my cock-pocket dripping secret ooze down my legs, while I pathetically waited to be rescued .

Just come and get me, you crazy lizard.

Please?

My heavy sigh turned into a yelp as I was unceremoniously yanked off the tree by my tail and tossed to the ground.

"Z-Zion?" My weirdly distorted voice wavered as I squinted up at the oddly-shaped creature looming over me. "What are you wearing?"

Is that a… backpack?

An embarrassingly high-pitched squeak of surprise escaped me when Zion suddenly spread a pair of enormous leathery wings I'd never seen before.

So he's a dragon now.

And I'm a Wish-brand lizard.

"Mine," he growled, placing a clawed hand on my chest to hold me in place.

The relief I felt knowing he still wanted to claim me quickly dissolved as my lower half began sinking into the muck.

"Um… Z?" I stammered. "My new, uh, undercarriage situation is getting mud all up in it… and I assume that's not sanitary…"

I'm taking a wild guess here.

Since I can't ask Vi about this one.

Lizard Zion stared down at me in that unblinking way of his that made my cock weep pre-cum and my cock- pocket release a fresh burst of…

Omg.

This is mating juice, isn't it ?

It appeared I'd guessed right, as Zion's reptilian gaze snapped to my crotch with the same level of hunger he gave my homemade eggplant parm.

"Must. Clean. My mate…"

I chuckled nervously. "I mean, I won't stop you from- AHH!"

My stunted arms scrabbled in the air as Zion pulled me out of the mud before flying us through the jungle canopy at an unnecessarily high speed and depositing me on a secluded area of moonlit beach.

Aaaaand now I'm gonna get sand all up in my new hoo-ha.

Before I could suggest a nice dip in the large body of water located two feet away, my lower half was lifted, and Zion was flicking his tongue all over my apparently very sensitive cock-pocket.

All over and inside.

LAWDAMERCY!

I could still remember the first time I'd felt those magical tongue ridges working my ass—had almost pressure-washed the inside of Z's car as a result—but this was different.

It wasn't only because my parts had changed. It was that the tempo Zion had settled on wasn't his usual feeding frenzy. This was a slow and languorous method, with every lick inspiring more ooze to pulse out of me. He was savoring me, as if whatever flavor I had in this form was better than the caramel crunch with sea salt he often ordered when we took Daisy out for ice cream back in Sunrise City.

But the strangest part of this weird-as-fuck situation was the pulling sensation happening in my gut, right below my belly button.

Maybe it's something I ate ?

Or that's… eating… me?

I would've lacked the brainpower to puzzle through this on a good day, but at the moment, I could barely find a single coherent thought in the lust-filled brain soup I was swimming in.

The more Zion "cleaned" me, the more wantonly I rode his tongue, desperately urging him deeper. There was something somewhere inside me that needed to make contact—like an itch that craved a good scratch—and only one rocket pop on this planet would do.

"Z…" I moaned—whimpered, really. "Please, I need…"

I need your lizard dick inside me, filling me up.

I need you to…

"Breeeeeed meeeee," I whined, uncaring how ridiculous it probably looked for a dripping dinosaur to be writhing around on the beach, begging for cock.

Welcome to JurASSic Park, bitches.

Zion abruptly lowered me to the sand, but when I moved to sit up, he slammed me onto my back. "No," he rumbled, his tail thumping against the sand like an angry cat's. "Must. Fill. My mate. Must. Breed."

"Yeah, that's the plan, dude," I huffed, trying—and failing—to remove the death-grip he had on my chest. "But we need to figure out the best position for you to get to my Lacertus ass?—"

"Don't want ASS!" he snarled so viciously, I forgot to laugh at how the word "ass" sounded in his caveman Lizard Daddy voice.

The crippling anxiety is helping, though .

All my lingering insecurities came rushing to the surface at this perceived rejection. Zion was the rightful reptile in this inventus-ship, and he knew it. We both knew it. What I needed to do was get myself back to normal size so we could return to our usual routine of playing ‘catch me Lizard Daddy' followed by pretending he was mpregging my ass with his lizard jizz.

"No," Zion repeated, wrenching open my thighs before lifting my throbbing dick out of the way so he could stare at my cock-pocket. "This hole for breeding. This cunt."

Excuse me?

I no longer knew if we were playing. Even more surprising was that I didn't think I cared. If Zion wanted to pump my pretty princess cunt full of lizardy baby batter in the hopes of knocking me up, I was. Here. For. It.

My cock-pocket is about to get bred.

Zion closed his eyes and shook his head with a snarl. When he opened them again, his yellow eyes had morphed back to beautiful brown.

"B… I-I don't know what's gonna happen if I do this." His gaze dropped to my cock-pocket, and he swallowed thickly. "I need to get in there—I feel like I might die if I can't fuck you like this — but what… what if…?"

I squirmed from the raw desire coursing through our bond. "You still find me attractive?"

Zion's shocked gaze snapped to mine. "Are you fucking kidding? My already perfect mate just turned into something even more perfect. I didn't think you could be any more gorgeous, but here we are…"

I was euphoric. I was so happy, my cock-pocket splooshed like a waterfall at the praise .

Secret of the Sex Ooze.

Hearing my inventus confirm what I already knew deep down—beneath my lying anxiety—had me whining again, pointlessly reaching for my man with my stupid T-Rex arms.

It's the thought that counts.

Because he was the perfect mate, Zion immediately closed the distance between us—curling his sexy as fuck lizard form over mine as he nuzzled my neck affectionately. His movements caused his dick to nudge at my breeding hole, but I was determined to get a few coherent words out before we got down to business.

Baby-making business.

"I didn't want to tell you what was happening because I thought you might not want me anymore," I murmured against his midnight blue scales, greedily breathing in his musky scent. "And I would die if I ever lost you."

Zion pulled back to look at me. "You're not gonna lose me, B. We are mated for life, and I already told you… If you ever tried to leave, I'd probably kill you."

Such a sexy psychopath.

Another burst of wetness— how much mating juice did I have in there?!— brought his attention back to my cock-pocket.

"Maybe we should just fuck like we normally do tonight…" He blew out a slow breath. "Make sure you're really ready before?—"

"I said breed me and I goddamn meant it!" I snarled before shrinking back from my own intensity.

Jesus.

Calm the fuck down, dude .

Zion wasn't at all offended by my tone. His eyes turned reptilian once again, pupils narrowing to vertical slits as he zeroed in on me like the prey I was.

Breed me, lizard daddy.

In one smooth motion, he plunged his full rocket pop inside my cock-pocket, kicking off a punishing rhythm that had his knot tapping against my opening with every thrust.

More, more, more.

Fuck me, knot me…

brEED ME!

I must have said that last part out loud, as Zion growled in response, spreading his wings before cocooning me within them—protecting me from the outside world as he prepared to claim me in the only way he hadn't yet. In the way I needed him to.

"Mine!" He slammed his knot into my pocket, locking himself in as we both erupted. "All. Fucking. Mine."

"Yours!" I choked out, gasping for air as he bit down on my neck, delirious as his hot cum painted my insides and I pressure-washed our scaly chests. "Always…"

Forever.

It took my man longer than usual to return from his animalistic state after that hardcore mating sesh. In the meantime, I simply enjoyed the overwhelming peace that flooded our inventus bond—noticing how it not only calmed my anxiety but settled the strange itch I'd felt in my lower belly.

Rocket pop magic.

"Fuck…" Zion groaned as his brain started to come back on line, carefully releasing me from his knot so I could shift back to human form.

For now.

Because we are definitely doing that again.

He tensed as I cuddled against his hot lizard bod like a little spoon, but I knew it wasn't because of anything I'd done or anything that had happened on this beach. I also knew we needed to discuss how off-brand he'd been behaving lately, but I didn't want to ruin this perfect moment.

"Just relax, Z," I murmured, giving him permission to forget about clan leader bullshit for a few hours. "I'm not leaving."

By some miracle, Zion obeyed, and it wasn't long before I was drifting off in his scaly arms, blanketed by stars and dreaming of giving Daisy a dozen badass Godzilla siblings.

Hopefully, they inherit Zion's arms instead of mine…