Cuck Cohl (/tg/, F/M, Human/Lizard, hemipene)

"You know what this is, right?"

She dropped a book to Luukarr's feet.  If lizards could sweat, he'd be gushing bullets right now.  It was a tome, no mistake about that.  While its contents were meaningless drivel to the average crew member, a true cultist like him knew too well about the forbidden knowledge it held.  He knew he should have stashed the blighted thing when security started to tail him.  His restraints were all too obvious of a reminder that his fate was sealed in the execution chamber that he sat in now.

His captor, a one Fortune Ray, was a woman of no patience or humor.  By eldritch oath, Luukarr could say nothing about the book they found in his backpack.  His silence and bulging slit eyes were enough of an answer for her inquiries, however.  "Who are the others?" She asked.  He gritted his teeth and looked away from her red-hued visor.  Wrong answer.

With the flick of her wrist, her telescopic baton unfurled and cracked squarely across the lizard's snout.  He couldn't even hiss out a cry before two more truncheon blows wracked his maw.  A bloody, jagged tooth dripped out of his mouth as he limply hung his head and swore.  As the Head of Security, Fortune could do anything she wanted to a confirmed enemy of the station like him.  The execution chamber was equipped with more tools than she would ever need to make someone's fleeting life an absolute hell.  She, however, already had other plans in mind to make him crack.  This was just foreplay for her.

A heavy boot toppled Luukarr over, smashing the shoddy sheet metal chair he was on to pieces upon impact to the floor.  He could barely see a thing in the starlit surroundings, but he heard the HoS slowly walk over to his prone form.  He wasn't completely sure, but he could have sworn he heard a zipper being undone above him.  Another stomp to his rib cage knocked the wind out of him.  He gasped for air, only to be greeted with the Ray's hairy ginger muff.

He almost gagged from the stench.  He retracted his serpentine tongue as far back as he could, but his snout was firmly planted against her sweaty starfish.  How his fellow lizards could ever stand to be around humans and their foul odors was utterly beyond him.  He tried to close his maw, only to be painfully alerted by the cold touch of pliers on his lower fangs. "Any more hesitation and you'll have to gum my carpet, ligger.  Get to work."

Ray shifted her weight even harder down on Luukarr.  His jaw popped as it stretched to accommodate her puffy vulva.  Gingerly, he extended his narrow tongue  and sent it to explore her swampy foliage.   It didn't take him too long to find her clit, inciting Ray to clamp her meaty thighs around his head in response.  She was eager for the main course, however.  Fortune yanked Luukarr's jumpsuit zipper down its entire length, eventually revealing his puckered vent.  She pried his legs apart and began to squeeze down on his broad tail.  Just a little bit of coaxing was all that was needed to get his hemipenes fully erect, emerging out of his cloaca in a coating of various secretions.  He could have sworn it was his imagination, but he thought he heard a muffled cry from a corner of the room.

They were vulgar, imposing looking shafts.  Spines and ridges crisscrossed asymmetrically across their mottled lengths.  They were meant for latching and staying within their mates, not for rigorous thrusting.  Ray cared for none of these details.  She socked Luukarr in the gut to keep him stunned long enough to shuffle over to the prize.  In one rigid movement she slammed both of his dicks into herself, her loose sphincter easily taking the second cock without any prior stretching.

She wasted no time with setting up a steady, crushing bounce on his pelvis.   Despite his disgust for humans, Luukarr found himself subconsciously bucking his hips into her eager holes.  Her moans were garbled through her sec gas mask, making her armored form seem even more alien to him. The quick pace of human lovemaking, however, drove him to a premature double climax.  Lizards were typically used to slower, marathon-style mating rituals, using one penis at a time to balance the cooldown periods between orgasms.  Having both of his johnsons milked dry by the leather-bound battle axe that straddled him caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head.

Ray gave out a relieved sigh, steadying herself as reptilian semen oozed through her insides.  She looked down her prey, who seemed to be far away in his own numbed world.  "Did your wife ever ride you like that?" He weakly shook his head. "Shame.  Did you know we have an audience today?"  She unholstered her maglite from her security belt and shined it to her immediate left.  A blue lizard, nude, bound and gagged on a surgical table, looked over at the duo with red, weeping eyes.  It took a moment to focus on who she was, but as the gears in his head started to turn again, Luukarr's jaw dropped as he realized that it was his love, Marryl Kohl.

"She had a tome on her as well," Ray said bluntly, "but I'm sure you were well aware of that fact."  For the first time in ages, guilt bubbled its way up his stomach.  Marryl looked pale and barely conscious to her situation.  Satisfied, Ray slowly disconnected from Luukarr and planted her sopping pussy back on his face.  "I gave her a lethal injection already.  She was about as stubborn as you, but much less willing to have some fun in her final moments." The HoS pried open his left eye and readied a syringe just millimeters away from his pupil.  "One last chance, ligger.  Who are the others?  Where is your base?"

Out of the corner of his vision, Luukarr barely noticed his wife weakly clawing at her wrists.  The bleeding runes she scratched into herself glowed faintly, and in her last breath, she sent out a message that echoed through every cultist's mind:

"TARGET IN EXECUTION ROOM."

Suddenly, Ray's radio was livid with garbled screams.  Echoes of gunfire and what sounded like trucks slamming into walls rung out through the room.  She shakily got back on her feet while attempting to zip up her suit, swearing heavily as several of her pubes got snagged in the process.  Chanting was heard behind the door, followed by an EMP that popped it up.  Robed heretics and eldritch fiends filed through open portal.  She readied her hybrid gun, only to find that it, too, was depowered from the blast.  Defeated, she raised a defiant middle finger before a Juggernaut sent its heavy gauntlet crashing through her skull.

The cultists helped their bound brother up and tended to his wounds.  Ray was quickly sacrificed to their forbidden god, opening up the means to summon the Geometer himself into this realm of existence.  One of the cultists offered to revive Marryl, but Luukarr knew it wasn't needed now.  Once Nar'Si rises, all of the crew, alive or dead, will be reborn to better serve their true Lord, and he will be reunited with her as soon as their final summoning rune was invoked.