Narrator: Screams and noise filled the streets of the city. Nimble skinks began to run out from the workshops and other buildings, the residents threw their affairs to quickly run to the side of the main gate, which vanguard of the army entered right now accompanied by solemn sounds and cheers of the people which met their winner.

Narrator: You have never been so close to Krok Gar, it seemed that he was very close, as close that you could touch him. But these thoughts left you when the crowd became even denser and everything is mixed up: crests, spines, feathers, tails, paws. Everyone is pushing each other and once you hurry tried to leave, you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder and it is not an accidental touch of a passer-by, someone purposefully touches you by hand.

Narrator: You turned around and see your friend, another skink, who has returned with Kroq Gar army from this campaign.

Narrator: You greeted each other warmly. Have not seen him for a long time and started to miss him.

You: I'm glad you came back alive!

Narrator: He laughs.

Friend: I'm not a soldier, my work is not dangerous you know.

You: Let's get out of here, it's too noisy here and then you tell me everything.

Friend: Listen, I was looking for you, something very important will begin soon, I heard it when we returned, I can’t miss it, so we can talk later. You must have to come with me. I know how it could be important for you

You: Why am I needed there? I was not a member of the expedition. And why is this important to me?

Friend: The fact of the matter is that the campaign turned out to be very successful, and after such success, Kroq Gar usually organizes a special festival. I can lead you to it. There will be...

Narrator: You cannot believe what you heard, such a perspective. The thought that you can see the general even closer than you saw him right now filled your entire mind. Such luck rarely happens in life. Refusing this is extremely stupid and .. a friend’s sudden voice interrupted your thoughts.

Friend: Hey, do you agree?

You: Huh? Yes ... YES. Of course! Who will refuse such?

Narrator: Your friend raised one eyebrow and looked at you doubtfully after you said it.

Friend: Definitely not me, and certainly not many, but someone may not like this prospect.

You: So they are silly.

Narrator: You cut off and showed that you are ready to go. Your friend nodded and start led you through the crowd holding your hand. Very soon you left the crowd and began to move along the empty streets and alleys until you finally reached one of the entrances to the palace.

Narrator: The guards stopped you, of course, but your friend quickly settled this issue by telling them that you were members of the expedition.
Going inside, your friend said that you still have some time and that he can tell you a little about the campaign of general, in which he participated.

Narrator: This helped you pass the time pretty well, listening to an interesting story from your friend about the great battles in which they got many victories led by a wise general. You listened to how the army fought with rats until you heard an unfamiliar sound.

Friend: It’s starts...

You: It is what?

Friend: A festival.

Narrator: You fast moved along the corridors, quickly stomps on the stone floor by your bare feet. Soon you reached the entrance near which friend-skink asked you to stop.

Narrator: You could already hear the music and looking forward to seeing him.

Friend: Take off your clothes.

You: Wait, what?

Friend: It's necessary.

Narrator: But you could not wait to see the commander and very quickly both of you got rid of your clothes.

Narrator: And now you went into the room with the expectation that a dream come true, but reality showed itself, the room saturated with the smell of virile saurus, filled with moans, squish, moans and music. All this cacophony hit you in the head and the picture you saw led you into numbness.

Narrator: One large male came up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. You thought it was your friend again, but the arm is too big and heavy. You turned and saw right in front of you a huge cock of saurus which looking at you with a sly grin.

Friend: Ah no, wait, big guy, we'll be back to you, but we gotta go now.

Narrator: Your friend took your hand again and began to lead now through the crowd of saurus and skinks, you were forced to rub against their tails, backs, crests, pass too close to the huge penises of the saurus.

Narrator: On each side of you, mating occurred in any of the poses. No matter how you tried to be careful, but you could not pass without being smeared. You had to maneuver.

Narrator: Yes, flew by right in front of your nose. You looked in the direction and saw a poor skink overflowing by very persistent saurus.

Narrator: In the end, you got out of cramped up to a more spacious place. And you saw him, a mighty Kroq Gar, though only from the back. Your friend quickly approached him and said something in his ear. Kroq Gar nodded and your friend began to call you.

Narrator: You moved forward excitedly. You do not know what to do. Maybe you should leave? But you got a chance to get closer to him.

Friend: Get around him.

Narrator: You are very excited but go around him in front and stand in front of him. You see his big and beautiful cock, which pleases by a small cohort of skinks.

Narrator: Your friend-skink came up to you and began to whisper, you are paralyzed from the sight of what is happening around and your gaze is frozen on your general's brilliant dignity from which skinks lick cream as from cake. Licking with passion.

Friend: It is believed that the oldblood saurus absorb the power of defeated enemies and they able to transmit this power via their virile seed. And Kroq Gar is the greatest warrior, thousands of enemies were defeated by him, all their strength in his blessed seed, see how other skinks trying not to shed a drop of his sperm. And now He wants you to show how much you are faithful and love him.[/i]

Narrator: You nervously swallowed, you don’t know what to do, but it seems that your nature knows what it wants, you turned to yourself and realized that your body couldn't help but respond to what is happening here.

Narrator: You slowly approach the commander and .. oh, what is it? what did you step on?

Narrator: You looked down and realized that the whole floor was covered with seed. Disgusting ... Or not? One way or another, but you are close to the great.

Narrator: He was big, strong and powerful, like his owner. The light shone on it.

Narrator: You noticed that the rest of the skinks have stopped and waiting for you. Do you want this? You have never been so close to it, but you feel how you want it, these smells here, sounds and groans seem to drive you crazy.

Narrator: Perhaps you better give in to what is happening? Or listen to the mind? What does the mind say? Have you always dreamed about this?

Narrator: This passionate orgy was interrupted by the voice of the elder skink-priest, who brought large and shiny eggs into the hall, all the skinks near you were distracted by him.

Skink-priest: O great Kroq Gar, grant these eggs your strength!

Narrator: The priest brought the tray to his mighty strong penis and leaned in front of him, bringing the eggs closer to the stripes of cum. The agile skinks that had already been stained in the commander’s seed began to please the trunk of their ruler again, like something sacred. The seed had poured onto the eggs, servants began to smear it on the eggs with their dexterous hands.

Narrator: Your friend was also near this and was also preparing to join.

Friend: This is how we get blessed broods, the power of our leader impregnate the fetus, making it stronger, faster, more cunning. We do this after each successful campaign, like this one, so that the Kroq Gar could transmit as much power as possible to future broods.

Friend: Also, all these saurs here are also very good warriors who deserve the respect of Krok Gar, so that he would allow them to join in this festival with him, but only the general is allowed to sprinkle the eggs, the rest of the saurs have to be satisfied by us dreaming of accepting their strength.

Friend: This is the highest honor is to touch Kroq Gar's seed, so you, consider yourself lucky.

Narrator: You do not know what to do, what to think. Do what your nature wants, or leave. But you know for sure that you ask your friend when it’s over, why didn’t he warn you? Or he did?

Narrator: What do you decide?