Olcadan felt like he was being watched! 

Stop. ✅/ Hurry on ahead. 

Aeon returns, this time seeking a more intimate duel. Olcadan accepts - unaware the lizardman's pack lie in wait... Seems he's no "Edge Master," but can you blame him? It's been a long time since his blood has stirred.

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ALT Text: A few characters from Soul Calibur 3 are engaged in a rough threesome: 

-Aeon Calcos, a feathered lizardman with green scales lies on his back. His head decorated with a crest of yellow feathers and a few horns; one along the tip of his nose, as well as two just above his jawline. His well toned frame widens at his hips, supporting his powerful legs and heavy tail. His red eyes look up toward his quarry, Olcadan, whom he taunted with a lifted leg, stripped of all his armor. Not yet erect, Aeon hopes to win this joust with cheap tricks. 

-An unnamed Lizardman, one of Aeon's pack, also joins the fray. He has glowing light blue eyes, blood red scales that grow lighter on the front of his torso, with yellow striped patterns running along his head, back and legs. Decorated with some tribal gear, as well as armor fragments no doubt taken from his defeated foes, the lizardman lunges at his chieftain's quarry. Pinning the owlman's left arm behind his back, and using his erect member to penetrate his target's vulnerable rear, he thrusts wildly, spanking the careless birdman. 

-Olcadan, a half man, half owl warrior is sandwiched between the two lizardmen. White feathers cover his head, chest, wrist and legs, with black eyebrows and some matching black feathers in a pattern around his eyes and beak. While a tinge of blue coats the edge of his tail feathers and legs, his chest, biceps and hands remain bare; his feet are as a bird's talons, and his hands posses sharp claws. The owlman stripped, thinking himself more than capable of dominating his foe once again, albeit in a different manner of clashing swords. He swiftly gained the upper hand, an easy task with the lizardman presenting himself so. But no sooner than he placed his hand on Aeon's chest did he find himself assailed from the rear. His member erect, his glans rubbing against Aeon's slit with each thrust from the foe behind, Olcadan was overwhelmed. He let out a cry of defeat, surrendering his seed to the victors. 

An Australian friend recently showed me content from a 2010s MMO called Webosaurs, and when I saw a picture of the triceratops character, Horns, tangled in vines on the wikia, I understood the vision - decided to draw what the devs who made that pic legally weren't allowed to...

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ALT Text: "Horns, a humanoid orange/yellowish triceratops character from the Webosaurs series with a teal tipped crest, horns, and nails, is tangled up in a set of vines. Despite his muscular form, he seems unable to wrestle himself free from the vines' grasp, thoroughly exposed by their binding movements. A pitcher plant approaches as an eager vine rubs against his rear, giving him a rather unfortunately timed erection - it slides deep inside him, pressing onto his prostate while he nervously moans. Pre seeps from his throbbing tip as the pitcher plant opens, awaiting the helpless dino's bountiful release, he won't last much longer..." 

Coxx received word that one of his warband was captured in Kul Tiras, and snuck onto an Alliance boat headed that way. The goblin evaded detection from the Boralus guard, finding a Trogg settlement just outside the city - he was offered lodging, in exchange for quality soup ingredients. Poor Coxx, always getting bullied...
 
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ALT TEXT: Coxx, the goblin priest, is being accosted by a Grimestone bully, a brutish member of the Grimestone Trogg Tribe (World of Warcraft). The fiend looks quite hungry, and seems enthralled with the idea of tasting a soup enhanced by the goblin's creamy seed. "Come 'ere, goblin! I got a bone to pick with ya, heh heh..." the lumbering giant demands, removing his guest's undergarments, lifting the goblin off the ground by his left leg while pressing a clean femur bone against his vulnerable rear. The priest nearly falls, catching himself on the Grimestone bully's thighs with the crooks of his elbows, rather aroused by the brute's lustful behavior, looking ahead at the bubbling cauldron awaiting a generous release. "Chef says ya ain't added to the soup yet! Let's change that..." the Trogg continues, leaning back against the cold stone structure behind him, shoving the bone deep into the goblin's ass with a single finger. His guest blushes, stifled moans escaping grit teeth, toes curling in response to the intense pleasure of the femur pressing onto his prostate. The visitor feels the warm breath of his host on the back of his neck, the rapidly approaching climax in his stiffened member, his balls resting on the bone defiling his rear. The goblin's never felt so good, never wanted to submit so badly. He looks up at the Grimestone bully with pleading eyes, breathing deeply, begging for a release. The Trogg chuckles, wiggling the femur with his finger, overstimulating the helpless priest's prostate, causing him to violently climax, completing the Trogg's dinner, and making quite the mess...