Turn the unconscious vixen over and fuck her, leaving her bound
From Create Your Own Story
Overcome with dark urges that you can't begin to understand, you kneel at the vixen's side and roll her on to her plush belly. Her sex glistens from between her carelessly-splayed thighs, her thick asscheeks still jiggling from your rough handling. You remove the lower portions of your armour in haste, eager to claim your prize.
A moment later and you've done it; your swollen cocktip is straining at her well-used cuntlips, which struggle to accept it despite the many engorged lizardman dicks she had no doubt hosted. Her unconsciousness keeps her mercifully quiet as you bloat her gleaming entrance beyond its usual limits, the muscles of her passage writhing mightily against your shaft as her body struggles to adjust.
You begin to treat her body as the limp toy it is as your thick, throbbing shaft proceeds deep enough to distend her chubby, white-furred belly. By now you've cast off your gauntlets, and you use your hands to paw at her tits and grind her face into the mud as the pressure rapidly builds in your loins.
Even in her oblivious state, the bitch's breathing quickens as your fist-sized cocktip batters against her cervix. You simply grunt and squeeze at her flab as you pull her over your dick like a sleeve, her body straining and shuddering as you finally pummel your way through the impossiblly tight ring of her cervix!
The vixen breathes hoarsely, vaginal muscles milking you painfully as you claim parts of her that no lizardman had. Drool blossoms from her lips as you thrust violently into her womb, but the pressure is so great that no great amount of thrusting is required - after only a minute or so you let loose, pumping wad after wad of creamy jizz directly into the vixen's womb as it stretched around your dick. Her belly, already bloated full of your cock, becomes fat with your cum, all but ensuring that she'd be pumping out your mix-species offspring in a few months' time.
Satisfied, you calmly pull out of the lizardmens' ex-cumdump and don the missing parts of your armour as your seed bubbles liberally from the vixen's well-used snatch. You leave her bound at the river's edge without a glance backward, now intent on giving the same treatment to the fat-titted priestess you'd left on the road.
