>The great civilization of the Lizard-women had dominated the jungles for centuries. >They created impressive cities with towering temple pyramids, dedicated to their gods. >Local human tribes would be subjugated, and made to pay tribute to the Lizard-women. >It was only proper for the strong to benefit from the weak, as nature intended. >Human males were prized possessions, able to last longer and be ready again faster than their own males. >Their body heat was welcoming, their skin soft and supple, and their scent intoxicating. >As a result, the Fertility ceremony overseen by the High Priestess requires such individuals. >Every year, the human tribes would offer up one of their virgins as tribute for it. >Depending on how many of the priesthood they were able to satisfy, a human tribe could be rewarded or punished. >One year however, after an intense storm from the vast waters, a curiosity arrived. >A tribe had secured a pale man, from an unknown region, and who spoke an unfamiliar tongue. >He was taller than the native humans, broader in the shoulders too, and his eyes a startling green. >According to the tribe, he'd been found upon the beach wearing strange garments. >And, according to testimony, when asked of his origins, he pointed across the sea from where the sun arose. >They, of course, did not know if this was true, or if he was a virgin, but the tribe felt it warranted attentions of a higher authority >The High Priestess, upon learning this, made a note to reward the tribe of humans for their diligence. >The Pale One was brought to the great city of Centecochitl, where the High Priestess and the grand temple of Xiomara were. >While he was indeed noticeably larger than a native human, his face was quite youthful in appearance. >He seemed rather alarmed at the appearance of the Lizard-women, and would do his best to back away when approached. >It was understandable for one o be intimidated by those superior to themselves, as Nature intended. >Most definitely if a human had never met one of the lizard-kin before, and arguably one of the most important females. >With a gesture, the High Priestess ordered the Pale One to be stripped of his garments so he could be examined properly. >He did struggle and protest, but it was his fault for hiding so much of his body under leathers and fabrics. >Even his FEET had been covered for some insanity, even the soft-skinned tribesmen went barefoot. >It was quite shocking to see even paler skin upon such a body, hidden away from the scorching sun. >The Male fussed, and his face turned alarmingly red from embarrassment, a rather strange reaction. >What kind of backwards civilization of humans taught themselves to be ashamed of their bodies, the very work of the creator? >And what a body this one had, the pale flesh showcasing his well defined musculature from a life of hard labor. >Much to the delight of the High Priestess, Xiomara had blessed this male quite generously. >Oh, the High priestess would most certainly reward the tribe of the Aztecs most generously for this tribute. >The Pale one was given a loincloth, before being sent along to be prepared for the Fertility Ceremony. >He was given drink and food, so as to boost his production and endurance. >Then, a few giggling servants washed him, enjoying his attempts to resist them, truly humans needed to learn hygiene was important. >Sacred oils and perfumes were massaged into his skin, but no tribal markings were applied, for his people were unknown. >Finally, he was served with a elixir of frothing chocolate and fermented fruit, to ease any reservations he might have. >As the sun began to set, the Ceremony began, and music began to flow freely from pipes and drums. >A night of debauchery was to descend upon Centecochitl, and hopefully Xiomara would bless the wombs of females to bear young. >The High Priestess was already atop the temple with several members of the priesthood, all females. >Adorned with talismans and perfumed, the began dancing and reciting prayers to the Goddess of Fertility. >Even as she hefted an incense burner to the heavens, the High Priestess could see the Pale One at the base. >A pair of Temple guards, female warriors tried and tested in fierce battles, were bringing him up the steps. >There was however, a concerning note, as the male was fighting with unusual vigor against their grip. >They were having to all but drag him up the steps of the temple, all 69 of them. >It was as though he was deathly afraid of whatever lay at the top, a ridiculous notion! >Then again, the Pale One did hail from across the vast seas, this was possible disorienting and frightening to the lost male. >Still, his strength might have tested that of a lizard-woman in such a state, but the Temple Guard held him with ease. >When he was atop the temple, the Pale One looked around wildly, his breath coming in rapid gasps. >The moment he spotted the alter, he began trying to break free with renewed vigor, a foolish notion. >Even if he were to miraculously break free of the Temple Guards, more than a score of the priesthood would be upon him. >The lizard-women, even their lowest, were faster and stronger than the human males, and could subdue them, as Nature intended. >With care, the Pale one was bound to the Alter, the stone smooth as a river rock, and in such manner not to cause harm. >The Temple guards left him there, drinking his body in with their eyes and licking their lips. >Many of the females gazed upon the Pale One with wonder, though more than a few were skeptical. >The High Priestess ignored them, her hands dipping into a bowl of sacred lubricant, coating her palms and fingers in it. >She approached the Pale One, and began to rub his manhood and scrotum carefully, enticing him to harness. >While his face bore an expression of immense bewilderment, the blush told the High Priestess that he was indeed a virgin. >She straddled his hips with ease, trapping his throbbing member between their bellies, and gauging his expression. >Once she learned his language, she'd ask what silly thing had frightened him so. >And as the sun disappeared and darkness fell, she rose up and engulfed him in a single, smooth, motion to the hilt. >his breath seemed to leave him, but oddly, he didn't moan like many of the tribesmen before him had. >Rather, he grit his teeth, and avoided looking at her altogether. Did he think he could resist pleasure itself? >The High Priestess smiled, he would submit and give her his essence, as all males would, and as nature intended. >She began to ride the Pale one at a sedate pace, fast enough to cause a smacking sound, but not hard enough to bruise. >All the while she gazed down at the male, waiting for when he finally stopped being stubborn and submitted. >Across the city, musicians played and dancers moved, and lovers embraced in carnal pleasure. >While the other priestesses had kept their distance at first, a few came forward to look at the Pale One. >Soon, the sound of music and flesh, along with the scents of perfumes and musk, overcame their reservations. >They began to lick, nip, suckle, and kiss at his pale skin, savoring this rare and blessed find. >Some sought to stimulate themselves against his body, while others whispered sweet words of encouragement into his ears. >Throughout it all, the Pale one resisted as best he could, to not give into what they offered. >But it would be in vain, the female was superior to the male, as nature intended. >The Pale One would give the High Priestess his essence, as the Goddesses had intended. >Finally, as she began to approach her climax, the Pale One stopped fighting, and let loose an adorable moan of pleasure. >He began to reciprocate, face burning with embarrassment, as the other priestesses crooned at him. >Then, his limits finally reached and resistance broken, the Pale One climaxed , the male nearly screaming from the pleasure. >Moments later, the High Priestess reached hers, her folds ruthlessly milking ever drop from him as she sighed. >For a few seconds, they stared at each other, before the High Priestess removed herself from him. >His expression of wonderment turned to alarm as he gazed upon his erection, it only having gotten bigger. >He muttered something in numb horror, even as the next member of the priesthood mounted him. >In the end, the Pale One had managed to satisfy five more female before passing out, truly remarkable. >After the sordid fluids had been washed from him, the High Priestess order the Guards to take him to her quarters. >When the Ceremony had come to a close, she descended the temple to bathe briefly, before heading to her residence in the temple district. >Upon entering, she found the Pale one lying upon stacked sheets of cotton bedding, stirring slightly. >He tried to get up, But the High Priestess pulled him back onto the bed, his back against her belly. >After a moment or two of struggling, he gave up, exhausted from his earlier ordeal, and too comfortable to try. >Humming gently, the High Priestess smiled at her prize, a gift from Xiomara, and stroked his hair. >She would see to it the Pale one was educated, teach him the culture of the Lizard-kin, their history. >He would learn to read and write, to do math and learn the patterns of the heavens, and how to care for her home in her absence. >And she would learn much from him as well, a most importantly, where his tribe was. >The Lizard-kin would build ships to cross the unending sea, and armies of Lizard women would go to the land of the pale ones. >The lizard-kin would subjugate the pale human's tribe, as they had done with the tribe near them, as nature intended. >And the Lizard women would dominate the males of the Pale tribe, females would always dominate males, as nature intended. >But for now, she would comfort her glorious little gift, and sing sweet songs till both were sound asleep.