LUST OF THE HURRICANE

 

Today was a drag. 

The beach was full of people frolicking, swimming, and sunning their scales and fur. For some reason, this excluded them from stopping by at the table where Beza was stationed. It had been three weeks since she met Deacon and joined the Fellowship of the Holy River, and the honeymoon period was over now.   All the mysticism and wonder of the God of Rivers, Tlalocoatl, didn't mean much to an initiate who was already bored with her work.  It wasn't like she could talk about their religion like Deacon could, but his goody two-scales self just  had to help an old lady with her groceries. She didn't see that blue hide of his until Deacon finally reappeared.

"Dios Mio, did you paint her walls too?!"

Deacon winced, taken aback by the outburst.

"B-Beza, it has only been 15 minutes."

Deacon’s look of concern was not lost on Beza; she acknowledged it with a roll of her eyes.  This time, Deacon was able to see all of that Iguana's face instead of seeing that 'intimidating' mask.  It took Beza some time to come to trust Deacon and the others fully, but her progress was quite apparent seeing as she wore the Follower's robes.  With Beza being herself, here was no way she would wear something as formal as Deacon; luckily the suitors were kind enough to heed her requests.  What she got was a robe that fit snugly on her body to emphasize the curvature of her pliant breast as well as the thickness of her thighs with the robes slit much like Deacon's. 

She had her own modifications to the robes as well. For starters, she opted not for a boob window, but an Abdominal window.  Everywhere she went, her well-sculpted abs were on display, especially now in this summer day that made her scaled skin sweat.  Speaking of visible, she made her own major modification by taking the sleeves of her robe and tearing them right off.  Her biceps were always visible, and she was proud to show them off at any time.  Such a look for her was slightly unorthodox, but the Followers of the Holy River had dress guidelines rather than a dress code. Besides, Deacon could not say no to seeing this Iguana show more of herself; even that which was covered refused to be ignored!

"Ay, Mira! Que Paso?"

Beza's question broke Deacon out of his inner trance. He looked away, blushing, hoping that she hadn't noticed his eyes wandering about her body.  He returned to the subject of the Holy Water as he walked around their table-stand.  "Beza, I know it may seem boring, but sharing the word of Tlalocoatl is a boon to all of us.  Even as an initiate, your words can sway many!"

"Then how about you sway me into not falling asleep? Mierda!!  I can't cut promos on something I’m still learning about! I mean, unless you WANT me to bullshit stuff about Tlalocoatl!"

Deacon rubs the back of his hooded head and furrows his brow. "I suppose that is an issue," he murmured. "Well, It has been a while. We can take a break and regroup."

Upon hearing of a break, Beza agreed to the break with a full-body stretch and a yawn.  Internally, she knew of the importance of going out and talking one's ears off about their cool water God.  Beza, however, still couldn't find the patience to simply preach about it without sounding like a tool. A bombastic, high-flying approach was needed to keep her interest and raise other's awareness...

And that's when her eyes went wide, and her mouth curled into a big smile. Beza had an idea to pull in the crowd easily, but to do this she needed to convince her 'supervisor' to try it. She looked at Deacon, who was taking inventory of their gourds, and licked her lips.

Deacon, fully unaware of Beza's plans, found himself jump in his skin as he felt strong hands press on his shoulders. The squatting priest looked up, noticing it was Beza and her bra-less bust over his head. Deacon's tongue flicked out silently, his eyes went wide, and the tip of his tail began to rattle in delight.

"Hola, Deacon~!  MuchasGraciasfor showing me mercy! I was bored to tears back there. By the way..." Beza's right hand slid from Deacon's shoulder up to his chin, giving it a gentle tickle with her claw. Deacon's balance was tested as his body shivered from his head to his toes.

"This...is a sudden change from a moment ago. What's gotten into you?" Deacon's answer came in the form of a scaled hand sliding under his neckline to grope his firm, pronounced chest. That tingling feeling of scale on scale had left him gasping softly.  Beza's tail swayed to and fro with each little bounce of her hips, causing her shapely rear to give slight wobbles.  Both hands were palming Deacon's pecs, and the gentle grabs were making him bite back little yelps.  With a bend at the waist, Beza let her chest weight down on Deacon's hood; the heft of her soft breast made him hiss in shock.

"Nothin'! Just thinking that I'd go ahead and offer somethin' for you lettin' me try something different!"

Deacon's body began to warm right up. The gills on his neck flared gently as he began to breathe heavier.  Whatever it was, it was clear that Beza was quite adamant in wanting to attempt it.  The priestly snake slowly began to stand to gain some control of the situation, and as he turned around to look at the smaller reptile, he saw her smiling brightly; clearly anticipating a yes.

"...Fine," Deacon relented with a sigh. "What is it you'd like t- Ah!"  Deacon's words were caught in his throat as he felt a sudden sensation in his groin. One look down showed Beza's hand pushing upon his robe-hidden package.  The cloth he wore was well-tailored, but the freedom the robe gave allowed for direct touches to be felt in full effect.  Beza lids her pretty eyes and flutters them Deacon's way with a smirk.

" Callate~.  I'll tell ya, but only after we do this. It's only fair after hearin' me complain! Now come on, let's find someplace private!"

One grab of his concealed package stopped Deacon from making any sort of rebuttal.  He makes a gentle whine, and followed Beza to wherever she wanted to go. It just so happened to be a beach changing booth...

The Followers of The Holy River, as a whole, sought to share love unto others. This usually meant offering aide to those in need, and to provide people with nourishment for body and soul. It just so happens that the Followers also had no qualms of Free Love – almost all members promote the importance of having a happy and healthy sex life.  As such, there was no surprise, fuss, or lecture when Deacon was pulled into the changing booth for Beza. Just the sounds of waves crashing on the beach outside, and the sound of Beza's lips smacking against Deacon's inside.

"Y-you know," Deacon said with heavy, panting breaths.  "Y-you could...just say what you wanted."

While his words suggested otherwise, Deacon was definitely enjoying this situation.  Sitting on the booth's bench, Deacon's hands were eagerly exploring the temple that was Beza. Her restless, frequent kisses upon his lips breathless, but the softness of her body when relaxed made up for the lack of air.   The swell of her ass, the absolute softness of her breast pushing upon his own, the frantic yet controlled rolling of her silver-studded tongue dancing on his own...All of it made the handsome priest's loins swell with desire. Beza clearly felt it too, for she bounced from her 'seat' to see what had just poked her tail.

"Your body doesn't seem to mind gettin' to the action!" Beza giggled to herself as she reached behind to grab that very apparent bulge on his groin. She always did enjoy these robes; they drew the eye to them to make you wonder what the owner had...and from what her palm felt, Deacon was hiding something firm, wide, and sacrilegious! Pulling off of Deacon's lap, Beza left him watch as she squat down before him to liberally pull the robe over that bulge. Her eyes widened at the sight.

"Damn~," Beza purred as she lidded her eyes. "I figured you'd be a brief's kinda guy. Didn't know you liked it tight!" The priest only mumbled as Beza complimented his salmon pink thong, which was strained by his erection. Gently as she could, Beza tugged at his underwear to reveal that holy scepter. His member, a solid black spear, stood at an intimidating size. Easily over 6 inches, and wide enough to make Beza's pussy clench in anticipation. With a wrap of her hand among the hefty girth of Deacon's member, the boisterous iguana looked up at the lizard with a saucy grin. With a pucker of her lips, she planted a soft kiss upon Deacon's crown.

The smooch had left Deacon shuddering in momentary bliss. The pleasure lingered much like the green lipstick marked upon him. Deacon's pleasure had only just begun, for after the initial kiss did she roll out her forked, studded tongue to give the handsome priest a proper tongue lashing.  He could barely keep eye contact with the pretty reptile  as she licked from the tip of member to the hanging orbs between his legs. Her torturous licking cradled those balls with dexterous rolls of her tongue; she ended it with a sweet kiss to both of them. "Mmnh~! Delicioso, Deacon! Bet you're ready to blow, huh?"  The lusty lizard grins at Deacon whilst her hand gives slow strokes upon his agitated, throbbing cock.

"Y-yes," panted  heavily as his body was burning with desire. "Goodness, Beza, I had no idea you-ooOUh!!" Deacon's words died in his mouth as he was caught by surprise by the dastardly reptile.  His eyes were wide as he suddenly looked down to see Beza deepthroating his cock and attempting to smile while affixed to his root. With a wink, Beza pulled her head back and took a deep breath. Beza's eyed closed as she rhythmically bobbed her head on Deacon, humming in pleasure when she invited her superior cutie down her maw.  The growing neediness of Deacon's moans got Beza fired up inside; She toyed with him further by dropping her head down and letting her throat squeeze around that black girth.  Deacon was gasping now, his eyes rolling in his head as if he was moments away from seeing Tlalocoatl Himself!

Beza rises once more, breathing in for another plummet, but she was stopped by Deacon who held her head within his grasp.  "Gah!! W-W-Wait! Not yet...!" Beza cutely opened her eyes to look upwards, and what she saw was a heavily panting snake with foggy flashes and a tongue desperately licking back drool. "B-By the River you are talented," He murmured, gently leading her off his angrily throbbing mast. "If we're going this far, I may as well make it fun for you as well."

Beza's eyes lit right up. Grabbing her robes at the shoulder, she lifted her arm, flinging it off of her with one fluid motion. Said motion caused her voluptuous breasts to bounce back into place, leaving her  totally in the nude and Deacon left with a wonder how she could easily de-clothe herself..  She pulls her arms together to let her boobs squished together, and by grasping her elbows, she gave Deacon a full-course sight of her partially drool-covered breasts, The swell of her darker nipples and puffy areola,  her immaculate abdominal muscles, and of course the lovely, wet slit between her legs.

"Venga, Padre Deacon~!" Beza chirped, making her hips sway as she bounced her breasts before Deacon's eyes.   I response, Deacon's tongue flicked gently, tasting the salty, hot air before pouncing upon Beza.  She squeaked as she found her mouth invaded by the Priest;  she wasn't used to Deacon taking charge like this! His taste and assertive shift caused Beza's eyes to flutter closed, allowing Deacon to take full reign as she moaned in his fiery kiss. Deacon did just that as he takes hold of Beza by her ample rear and began lifting her up, causing Beza to squeal in  playful shock.

"Ay! Look at you, Deacon! Guess you got sucked up by La Hurican too, huh~?"

Deacon smiled at the Iguana, who was smiling back as she was wrapping her legs around his waist. "I suppose so," the priest answered back while reaching down to grab and lead his dick toward Beza's waiting slit. "I guess all your teasing were the 'Calm before the storm', eh?"

Beza looked at Deacon in silence, before breaking said silence with a giggle.  "Déjame los chistes a mi! You just focus on- A-ah~."

Her eyes went wide. The smirking snake  gave Beza a little surprise as he grinds his tip on her wet lower lips. Beza took that as cue to stop talking, and she wrapped her hands behind his neck, and relaxed to allow Deacon full access.  Her invitation was taken as the snake priest let out a gentle groan as he finally slides himself right into the self-proclaimed Hurricane.  Deacon had to admit that Beza's title was apt; Her pussy eagerly sucked him in, and surrounded him in a warm, wet tunnel of love.  Beza's leg lock became tighter, and the wrestler's strength almost made Deacon buckle. Despite the slight pain, Deacon proved his resilience with a slow push into the wrestler's body. The soft cooing from Beza was tickling his ears., and it made the sting of her claws digging into his shoulders feel like a tickle in comparison.  Only when she relaxed her body did she get what she wanted; Deacon bringing his hips back to properly give it to her.

"Ooh...There we go, Deacon.."

Beza's voice purred in his ear as she pulled herself closer to her partner. The swell of her breasts smooshed against the firm chest of Deacon's, making him moan in approval from the soft-scale collision. Subtle claps echoed in the open booth as the Priest's hips started to reach a steady rhythm. Anyone who walked by could hear the sexual symphony of scales on scales, but the bystanders must have enjoyed said sounds to leave the two reptiles to their rut.

Beza’s tail was wrapping around Deacon’s left leg, and Deacon wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into him.  Her legs wrapped tightly on his waist, forcing Deacon to put power into his thrusts if he wanted to move.  Beza’s body was burning with desire – her cunny dripping with need all across Deacon’s hefty set.  Their breath were almost harmonized as they both felt their bodies nearly go numb with bliss;  Deacon felt his legs tremble, and Beza's eyes shut tightly as her spine tingled from her head to her tail.  She brings her mouth to Deacon's ear, and her words brushed against his hood like the most refreshing breeze.

"F-fuck, I'm close...!"

Her alarm for her coming orgasm made Deacon realize that he too was on his peak.  He didn't want to ride it out, and he didn't want to make her wait. Deacon huffs, and spreads his legs as he kicks his hips into overdrive.  Beza's eyes shoot open as she feels the impact hit deep, giving her the right amount of pain to emphasize the pleasure she felt.  Her sharp teeth bit on her bottom lip as she was teetering on the edge, but Deacon didn't let her rest. His assault was followed by an opening of his mouth, revealing his fangs. Beza couldn't even make a noise when she felt him bite onto the nape of her neck.

All she could do was open her mouth wide, and scream silently as her body seized on Deacon's staff.    Her convulsions around his cock pulled him along with Beza, and he followed suit with a muffled moan. Beza's love juices showered Deacon's waist in short bursts of her orgasm

, and in return he let the Iguana take his seed raw.  Each orgasmic blast of Deacon's cum painted Beza's inner walls to the point of overflowing. A gentle dribble of white began to slip free of her folds as Deacon's output became too much. Now finally able to use her voice, the grinning, eye-rolled Iguana groaned in ecstatic bliss. Deacon, breathing deeply, slowly began to slide out of Beza's pussy, despite Her lower body clutching onto his shaft. The warm summer air felt cool to Deacon's member once he had finally slipped free.

"D-Diablo~," swooned the panting Iguana girl.  "Magic, martial arts, and a fun lay...You're a package deal, Padre~!"

"You know, you can just call me Deacon..." mused the recovering blue snake. Taking a seat in the booth's bench, both Deacon and Beza slumped together. After the cacophony of moans, panting, and the sweet sounds of their love, it was cathartic for both of them to gather their breath.

The peaceful quiet was broken by Beza, who's tail wagged as she  looked up at Deacon. "...Soooo, wanna hear me out?" Naturally, Deacon winced as he was reminded why she initially wanted to lay with him. Flicking his tongue, Deacon adjusted himself from his slouched position, making Beza lean back. "Ah, right," Deacon said while readjusting his glasses. "What is it you wished to-"

"So, I know I'm not good at preaching! But I can cut a FIRE promo! All I need is a make-up ring and some posters! That'll be enough to make 'Angel Smackdown' a bitchin’ reality! Imagine it: I'm taking people on and showing off the power of Tlalocoatl! All proof, no BS! Don't that sound great?!"

Beza grins at the Priest, eager to know of his answer to her massive plan. Her eyes watched his, and Deacon was silent. His brow furrowed as he looked up in the sky, lost in thought. With baited breath, Beza laid on Deacon's chest with a wide smile full of hope and anticipation. After much moments of silence, Beza finally got her answer.

"...What?"