Haunted Rose Brothel: Lusting Lizardfolk (Patreon)

Returning to the Haunted Rose, the ever-popular monstergirl brothel. Can’t say it’s “your favorite” because I have at least one goblin brothel floating around too…

I had completely forgot Feesha the lizardgirl existed in the crew until I double checked the cast list. She was just sort of a fun concept so her story is mostly that; no real drama, because she’s just a dudebro of a lizard who likes to fuck and so she does. I haven’t used lizardfolk much in the modern monsterverse, but I loved the one I mentioned back on the goblin beach story; casual, strange, but love to fuck because mammals can’t get them pregnant. Lots of cute but weird anatomy to enjoy here, people.

I did promise I’d finish stuff this month rather than start, so that’s 2 down for October already. It looks like I’m doing a story every day of the month NO SERIOUSLY NO! I CAN’T! Rather, I shouldn’t. Or won’t because I’ll be sleepy or distracted one day. Those Inktober artists have got it made…

Feesha stretched and grunted until her toes hit the edge of the bed. She tried to roll over, just to bump against another body. She opened her eyes and saw another lizardfolk, a broad and muscular male that was lowly snoring in his sleep. Feesha chuckled as a faint blush went across her cheeks, standing out against the blue and green pattern that made her look a little like a tropical fish.

“Oh right,” she mumbled, itching her snout with her claws. “I remember you.” She went to boost herself up but got heard a grunt as her hand sank into someone’s belly. She lifted the blankets and saw a naked goblin boy curled up beneath the covers.

“Don’t remember you though,” she mused. She picked up a beer can she’d left on the windowsill, finishing it off and throwing it into the nearby trash can. It missed by a couple inches. “Hey, bra. Get up. Gotta go to work.”

Feesha shook the goblin awake, and when the lizardfolk went on snoring, she planted her hips and shoved with both of her feet and tail. He thumped noisily as he fell out of her bed. “I said up, dude. Gotta get my shit in order. You bros got ten minutes between you to use the shower or whatever, then get outta my house.”

The lizardfolk woman climbed out of bed and stretched again. Like many of her kind, she was a little taller than a human her age. Her limbs were long and lanky, making her aerodynamically slim. She was hairless, as evidenced by the fine, tiny smooth scales that covered most of her body. Her skin had more of a fine leather feel than the rougher armor that came on dragons or other large lizards, hugging her sleek and vaguely female figure. A long and still tail wagged behind her muscular ass and while she had no nipples to speak of, grapefruit-sized breasts puffed out of her softer, ocean-blue chest/underbelly. Narrow, copper-colored eyes were set slightly farther apart than a normal person’s, framed just above the couple inches of fanged, extended muzzle. Four short, dull horns grew out of the back of her head, clustered close enough to vaguely resemble rigid hair.

She wore nothing but a sports jersey, something left behind long ago by some other male visitor. Feesha never really surprised anyone when she told them she worked at The Haunted Rose. Lizardfolk tended to be free spirits to some extent, pursuing one passion or another with single-minded enthusiasm. Given the curiosity of humans and the other races combined with the fact that lizardfolk were impossible to impregnate without a very specific process, they were right behind goblins and succubi as the most generically fuckable species. She had taken full advantage of that, sleeping around her neighborhood while making a profit off it at The Rose.

She took her time browsing her computer, answering emails and touching up a few of her pictures. The Rose was her real job, but she liked to draw in her free time. It was a cartoony art style but she had a steady fandom going on PictaPost. She really wasn’t in any hurry to leave for work. She just didn’t want her overnight guests getting the wrong idea. She wolfed down a sausage and bagel sandwich before soaking in a long hot shower to warm her up for the day. She quickly wrapped herself up in a cheap t-shirt and lizard jeans before putting on a Roaring Flats University, an extra scarf and a tail-sleeve her mom made for her.

“Fuckin’ fall weather,” she grumbled as she tugged the scarf tight. “Stupid fuckin’ cold temperatures around my cold-ass blood.” She darted out the door from her small house, hurrying to get inside her car and warm it up before heading to The Haunted Rose.

“BRR! It is so fuckin cold out, bra! Seriously, fuck me!” Feesha shuddered as she stepped into the break room.

“Yes, that’s the idea. Welcome to work at a whorehouse,” Kathy noted. The red-skinned demon girl was sitting in an armchair typing on her phone. Feesha tossed off her sweater and heavier clothes, rushing over and hugging her tightly. Her slitted nostrils flared happily as she soaked up some extra heat from the much warmer demoness.

“Okay. Now you’re being weird,” Kathy grumbled, stoically letting Feesha squeeze her until her arms got tired. “Are you drunk already?”

“Only buzzed. Thanks, bra.” Feesha barely parted her lips, sliding out her forked tongue to dip into Kathy’s coffee mug nearby. It flicked in and out a couple times just to warm itself up.

“I can get you your own,” Valerie chuckled. The motherly cyclops went towards the kitchen but Kathy sighed and handed it off to her.

“Don’t bother. She can use mine.”

The lizardgirl took it from her hand and sipped it as she paced around, getting her sleek body warmed up again. The worst that happened if she got too cold was falling into hibernation and it was pretty easy to avoid, but it didn’t make it less pleasant for a girl who couldn’t retain body heat as well as most other species. 

Feesha had arrived with time to spare, glad to soak up that basic hourly wage while she waited on her customers. She lazed around the break room, chatting with her coworkers or doodling on her tablet until she got a ping on her phone.

“Ah sweet! Royal treatment for a half hour!” Feesha waved her cellphone over her head to show off the alert. “I’ll let you guys know how weird he ends up wanting it!”

Kathy rolled her eyes. “You really, really don’t have to.”

“Yea ya do! I wanna know,” Kitch piped up from her spot on the couch.

“You got it, green bean.” Feesha slapped the goblin’s hand as she went past, heading for the designated room without even bothering to zipper up her jeans. She opened the door and stepped into the repurposed bedroom without hesitation.

“Hey, guy,” Feesha greeted. She stepped up to the tall, brown-haired human and wrapped her slim arms around his neck. Her smooth breaths pressed against his chest through her simple top as she kissed him quickly on the lips. “What ya in for?”

“I’m not too sure yet. I was thinking some anal…”

“Nice. That’s a choice choice, bro,” Feesha said with an approving nod, bobbing her muzzle in front of him. She flicked out her forked tongue to brush lightly over his lips.

“But then… I’m not sure. I’ve never been with a lizardfolk before so I don’t know what kind of holes you have.”

“Oh, no prob. It’s about the same as you guys.” Feesha pulled back from him and casually started to undress. She pulled off her top and tossed it aside, her smoothly curved chest exposed without a second thought. She lightly curled her tail to pull the tail-jeans off her smooth thighs and just left with her checkered panties. She bent over, raising her tail as she pulled them down to her ankles and kicked them into the air. She made a showy attempt at grabbing them out of the air, but she missed as they dropped back to the floor.

“Ah shit. Well, what you see is what you got.” Feesha strode past her customer to lounge on the bed, leaning on one elbow as she spread her legs towards him. The distinctly pink-colored pussy was tight and slick (if nowhere near the scale of your everyday goblin slut), and as exotically bright color going along with the rest of her colorful body. Her tail wagged slowly behind her plump hips.

“So ass and pussy? Really the same as a human, huh?” the customer asked. He stepped closer and she just met his eyes. When she didn’t flinch away in the slightest, he ran a hand down the warm and smooth inside of her thigh.

“Technically it’s my cloaca up here. For eggs and shit. Just think of my cooch like a reverse mullet. Business in the back, all party up front. Party and eggs, anyway. So if you feel like bein’ a little dirty you can totally go up the tail hole.”

Feesha always was blunt about her flirting. She smiled as she laid back and curled her tail up between her legs, playfully covering her pussy. The arching of her lower back showed surprisingly round hips for such a lean figure. The muscles in her tail were protected by the usual cushioning cheeks of other species, combining to give the lizardfolk plenty of ass to make up for the complicated situation going on with their reptilian breasts.

The human was only put off for a second. He undressed and approached the flirty reptile waiting on the bed, resting his cock between her thighs. She squeezed them together, rubbing it between the smoother part of her flesh that felt like warm, soft rubber. Her tail lowered to slide between his legs, rubbing its soft underside against his balls. She smiled as she heard him grunt and trickle some precum over her belly. She subtly parted her narrow lips and shot out her forked tongue, proving just long enough to lick the clear fluid off her stomach.

“That’s the good shit,” she purred as she parted her legs again, nestling the cock against the snug-fitting edges of her pussy. “You got any more where that came from?”

“Now that you mention it… what else can you do with that tongue?”

“Oh, dude,” Feesha chuckled. “You have no idea.”

Feesha rolled up to sit in front of him, taking his cock in her hand. Despite the rough edges on a lizardfolk (between the scales, horns, fangs and claws), they had quickly learned how to stay more delicate around the softer races. The inside of Feesha’s fingers curled around his length while the very edges of her claws plucked at the sides of the taut flesh. She stroked him off firmly as she licked her lips and flicked out her tongue, the thin muscle lapping at him lightly. He huffed out a steadying breath immediately and Feesha gave a short snicker.

“Told ya,” she teased before she rolled it out again. She flicked it out again, this time lapping it up and down rapidly against the head of his dick. The forked tip of her tongue loosely grasped it each time it passed by, surrounding it with each solitary lick. When he was good and primed, worked up to his thick and full seven inches, she opened her mouth wider. While it flashed her fangs, her tongue lashed out and curled its complex muscles to wrap around his cock like a binding length of ribbon. Her customer groaned as the wet tongue slid back and forth as she pulsed her mouth, seeming to simultaneously jerk him off and suck him off.

“Hoooly fuck, that’s good,” her customer groaned as her tongue ravished the entirety of his cock at once.

“Hahgs, duhd,” Feesha replied. Her oral skills weren’t perfect in that respect. She opened her mouth wider and pressed her face into his lap, keeping her tongue around her customer’s dick to keep from pricking it against her fangs. Her muzzle clenched around the musky shaft, and her narrow nostrils flared excitedly. After all her fun-loving sex, she had started to associate the smell and taste of cock with either money or a good time. She gave a pleased moan as she slowly rotated her head to one side, curling her mouth and tongue around his shaft as she ran her hands over her body. She rubbed over the subtle mounds of her breasts and down her thighs before one hand cupped against her reptilian pussy, she glanced up at her customer and moaned euphorically as she started to masturbate along with him.

The human brought his hands to her head, holding her in place with his fingers just shy of her horns. She glanced up at him and nodded, giving him a pass to grab two of her larger ones. He pulled them like a pair of built-in handles for her face, the rough and dirty treatment getting Feesha to shut her eyes and moan even harder. Her roaming claws squeezed one of her breasts as he fucked her sloppily drooling mouth. He thrust himself deep enough inside her that his balls tensed against her lower lip right before he came into her maw. A bit of it drooled over her lips, sliding smoothly down her soft-scaled skin before she peeled her mouth slowly back.

“That’s the good shit,” she mumbled before swallowing the last of his seed. Her forked tongue lashed across her lips to clean up a few more of the running drops, letting some run down her featureless breasts. “You got more for me, right, humie boy?”

“Not right away,” he admitted as he stroked his spit-soaked cock. “But I’d be crazy not to use you some more.”

“Damn right, dude,” Feesha laughed, laying back on the bed again. She lounged on her back, relaxing as she stretched out one leg. She teased her toes and their curled, gripping claws against his shaft. The rubbing of her narrow toes helped him along until she saw him growing back to his proper length. “There ya go, bro. Knew you had it in you. Now why don’t you put it in me?”

Feesha’s tail writhed eagerly from one side to the other, wiggling her hips before she rolled onto her stomach. She moved to her knees and lifted her tail, offering both her holes to her customer as she smiled over her shoulder. She rested her muzzle’s chin in her palm as she watched him squirm a moment, unable to hold back any longer. He grabbed the soft curves of her hips and slammed right into her, punching his dick into her ass. The skinny reptile gave a short “Ooh!” of surprise but she made no protest beyond her toes curling to scratched along the customer’s legs. Feesha buried her fingers into the bed sheets and rested her tail against his chest and he started humping her ass.

“Shiiiit, dude! You wanted this hella bad!” Feesha laughed playfully. Her tail wagged to slap his chest lightly a few times, teasingly slithering it beneath his chin. The humans were famously hung compared to the other bipeds of the world, and lizardfolk were no exception to the rule. He buried himself deep into her warm bowels, the reptilian beauty rolling her head back and moaning deeply. She rocked back and forth on her knees, timing the thrusts of her meaty hips with the push of his hard cock.

When he grabbed her by the base of her tail, Feesha couldn’t help but let out a long and hungry growl. It wasn’t an especially sensitive part of her anatomy, but it never failed to get her horny. It had something to do with it serving as a source of balance to her body and being so closely connected to her spine and hips, but she didn’t care why. She just knew that it made an incredible hand for anyone fucking her, especially when they were balls deep up her ass.

“Is that good for you, baby?” the guy asked.

“Fuck yea, bra! You’re blastin’ that ass like a fuckin’ champ! Keep it up!” Feesha raved excitedly. Her fangs broke into a wide grin as the fleshy sound of their colliding hips filled the room. Her eyes rolled back as he pushed deep enough inside her that her hips left the bed. She broke into another gurgling growl, the tip of her tail tapping against his chest as he pulled on the lower half.

“Fuck yea fuck yea… dude, you’re nailin’ it! Right there!” Feesha gasped as her voice went up a couple pitches. She bounced her ass harder still in a rapid burst until she let out a long and bubbling coo. Her nails raked until they threatened to tear the sheets and her toe claws dug into his legs, slamming herself against him. It rammed his cock against the thin membrane between her ass and clit, flattening her ass cheeks against him as she instinctively locked him in place inside her. Her long tongue whipped across her lips as the customer twisted her tail, his dick pulsing and cumming inside her wit a warm and messy flood.

“Fuckin’ a, my dude,” Feesha groaned. “Shit, like… way to crush that pussy. Seriously.” Her lean limbs remained tensed until he slid back out of her, hissing under his breath. She glanced back and saw some shallow cuts left in his legs, just enough for some blood to trickle down his leg.

“Ah shit. My bad,” she mumbled as she rolled onto her side. She wasn’t too worried about it. When the place was owned by a vampire and staffed with ladies who could weigh up to several hundred pounds, there was a massive waiver in place that protected her from any backlash from that.

“It’s fine. Really,” the human assured her. Feesha still fished a pack of Band-Aids out of the dresser drawer before a beeping off on her phone.

“A’ight. Time’s up, bra, but it was a hell of a time. You want an extension? Any last-minute fun shit?”

“Not after that last one!” Her customer let out a whoosh of air as he steadied himself on the dresser. Feesha just shrugged and flexed her tail, squeezing some of his cum out of her ass.

“Right on. Well thanks again. Come on by anytime you want to pay me to cum my brains out.” She winked and flicked her tongue out at him one last time before collecting her jeans and heading back to the break room. Some of the girls were out on their own jobs, so Feesha didn’t bother recounting her customer’s kinks until Kitchin was back.

“You look like you’re in a good mood,” Teeny pointed out. The fairy fluttered past Feesha’s head, finishing rolling one of her tiny joints.

“Oh, totes. I just took two loads in the mouth and ass, so I was gonna check if anyone’s in the shower,” Feesha said casually.

“Lucky,” Teeny chuckled. “I’d fuckin’ pop if I took two loads of anything in me.” She lit up and gave a tiny puff. Even if people had objected to her smoking in the building, it was hard to be bothered by the amount of secondhand smoke given off by the six-inch tall fairy. “I saw your post from Monday, by the way. That was some sick color work.”

“It was all red,” Feesha pointed out, recalling her elaborate drawing of two horny ladies made of fire making out.

“Yea, but you made it work. And like… it was the colors you DIDN’T use that spoke for it,” Teeny muttered around her smoke. Feesha gave her a briefly puzzled look.

“Uh, Teen… thank you so much for noticing!” she beamed. “Fuckin’ everyone’s like ‘nice tits’ and ‘that’s hot lol.’ Nobody talks about the paint job on my titty porn.”

“Anytime, sis.” The fairy fist-bumped Feesha’s single knuckle before floating off and letting her climb into the shower. Once she was cleaned up, she sat back on the coach, letting Teeny sit on her shoulder and watch her work on her latest piece of art.