Spindle stood in the shade of a palm tree while gazing over the long line of assorted monsters eagerly awaiting their turn. A pixie cut the deepest shade of indigo framed her luminescent purple eyes with three smaller ocular pairs dotting her forehead like glittering amethysts. She had black ‘tattoos,’ a signature of her Dark Magic origins, swirling all over her pale blue skin, along with sooty purple-glowing runes scattered across the surface of her spider half’s perfect ebony chitin. The markings on her four hands were so dense and intricate they looked like dark gloves from a distance. Her B-cup breasts stood proudly with their large, flat nipples on full display. The heart-shaped Brand on her belly served as a reminder that she belonged to Mistress Vermillion even while competing in this erotic challenge.

Her sexual prowess was well-known amongst the Oasis Lizardfolk and Desert Sand Goblin tribe at this point, and everyone was free to queue for their preference, making the size of one’s line an early indicator of success. Hers exceeded the competition by a healthy margin. However, what mattered was the final count, leaving open the possibility of an upset until the last minute. That meant she couldn't go easy on them.

Spindle's wards, the Bee Girls, played with Delilah the Mothra in a secluded net of the Weaver's creation far away from this orgiastic scene. Their innocent eyes were far too young for this exhibition of lewd fornication. In contrast, the assembly left the Sheikh hogtied nearby screaming into his gag as he was forced to watch himself get royally cucked. She hoped it wouldn't awaken something in him... tee hee~

Steeltooth arranged his line on Spindle’s left, and it looked to be almost as long as the Webling’s if one squinted. It left the audience in suspense as to the outcome of the match despite the result being obvious to anyone who knew the Wicked Weaver well. Half a head taller than the other Lizardmen, Steeltooth idly oiled his namesake’s metal shaft while awaiting the competition’s start. He kept his sarashi chest-binding on, a subtle indication that he wouldn’t want his breasts played with during activities. Like all Lizardmen, his appearance best matched the image of a muscular humanoid crocodile.

To Spindle’s right sat Jeff’s line, the smallest by far. The Sand Hobgoblin said he felt obligated to represent the Sand Gob tribe here today for the sake of pride as he doffed his robes, though he had no expectation of winning. Several Lizardfolk with a taste for foreign delights queued here. Spindle took this in good spirit, considering it as a lovely addition to the atmosphere and a valuable step in the direction of mending the rift between tribes that would soon fight together under Mistress Vermillion’s banner. Grey skin and an erect grey cock peaked through his full-body cloth wrappings.

Lastly, Vermillion’s Opal took position at the head of a fourth line, the third largest. Neither the Gobs nor Lizardfolk had done it with a Lamia before—one hadn’t been recorded in the Lizardman tribe’s history for ages—and many were interested. While some monsters may hold grudges against their predators, Goblins saw ‘meat as meat’ and thought of killing to live as the natural order. Even if their comrades had been swallowed whole by the snake woman, they didn’t seem to put the fates of their former tribesmen in their minds.

The Lamia of the hour reared as high as a Lizardman on a long snake tail as wide as her hips. Enormous breasts the size of her head swung beneath the sheer pink see-through top that shrouded her nipples without concealing anything. A diaphanous loincloth covered her modesty while teasing glimpses of a humanoid pussy covered in scales. As she grew more and more aroused, though, the tips of two soft-bristled reptilian members began to emerge from the depths of her slit.

Spindle looked forward to enjoying the Lamia in a more private setting but resolved herself to be in-the-moment and enjoy the competition for what it was.

“Alright, begin!” Steeltooth announced as he grabbed a Sand Goblin from his line, threw her on the ground, and inserted the tip of his metal dildo before starting to pound away at the pussy beneath him. A Lizardman approached from behind, lifted Steeltooth’s tail, and pressed one of their lubed-up twin dicks against his pucker. Meanwhile, more Lizardmen stood nearby while stroking their cocks in preparation to join in the fray. Just because Steeltooth savored pussy didn't mean he wasn't ready to catch anal.

Jeff took a Kobold doggystyle as Opal coiled about another Hob. Her snake tail wrapped her lover in a tight embrace while she selected more partners from her line. A Kobold and a Sand Goblin woman leaped into her arms, ripping away her diaphanous loincloth to reveal her fully everted reptilian hemipenis. Giggling with glee, the two women mounted her twin cocks facing each other. At the same time, Opal grabbed a Lizardman dick in each hand and began jacking them off as they stood at attention watching the scene. Then Spindle needed her focus.

Spindle started strong, spinning strings of energy that captured several of her suitors in a complex sex swing attached to the surrounding trees. “This is a battle of endurance and satisfaction, not speed,” Spindle instructed as she took the first Lizardman’s rods in her hands. The details of the contest said that those judging could sample any number of candidates and decide which slaked their lust the best. In other words, retention, gratification, and loyalty mattered more than a few flashy orgasms. And she’d do whatever it took to ensure she won the most votes.

The demon within her wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than all the votes!

She gently stroked the soft bristles of the reptilian dicks before her, took one into her mouth, and pressed her hypodermic fangs into the base while her throat massaged the length. Spindle injected her aphrodisiac venom, rubbed the tip of the Lizardman’s second dick with her palm to drive him crazy with carnal need, cupped his scaly balls in another hand, and lifted his tail to find the male’s dark star with the tip of a finger. Then Spindle worked him with her throat, swallowing repeatedly, never needing to break for fresh air with the breathing spiracles on her arachnoid abdomen, drilling her finger into his ass without going so far as to penetrate, gripping the base of his second rod and circling his glans with her thumb, gently squeezing his testicles until the male squirmed, writhed, and moaned with desire.

He spurted his release down her throat and loosed ropes of jizz onto her shoulders as the Lizardman finally came in a full-body, spine-arching orgasm that had him straining against his bondage and gasping for air while crying for his mother, the kinky boy. She massaged his scrotum and finally slipped a finger into his backdoor, mashing a digit against his prostate to stimulate a final ass-clenching squeeze that milked the very last drop from his urethras. The male fell limp in his restraints, totally drained, utterly spent, and completely exhausted of spirit.

This Lizardman certainly wouldn’t be visiting Opal or Steeltooth anytime soon, fu-fu-fu.

As Spindle pulled away, letting the flaccid cock slip from her mouth as she gulped the last dregs of his load, other Lizardmen looked on with commingled fear, awe, and the dark desire to be similarly wrung as dry as a used rag. They flocked to her, crowding her line, pushing each other and smaller monsters to the back.

“Now, now, don’t be rude. Spindle won’t deign to attend to anyone with bad manners. Visit the other competitors first if you’re feeling impatient. She will be here until everyone is satisfied.”

Some seemed incredulous that she would willingly push them into the arms of her competition, assuming that 'the balloter is always right,' but Spindle meant every word. They had a little time they could afford to waste here before the end of the day, and she knew earning the undying devotion of both tribes would result in a commensurate reward when she brought them all to Mistress Vermillion. This event was well worth the effort.

The next dozen Lizardmen came and went the same way before a more interesting sight reached the top of her queue.

“Garnet, Iolite, Peridot!” The Webling cheerfully kissed each Kobold that approached her. They didn't seem to mind how her breath smelled like cum and reptilian cock. “Ah, Citrine and Amber are here as well. How wonderful for Spindle to see you all again.”

“We haven't seen you since that human, Alex, came to liberate us from Malik the Imp,” Amber, the curvy orange Kobold boy, said. "It's been terribly boring for far too long.

“Too long, indeed,” Iolite, the blue Kobold Belly Dancer, agreed. “But I need to give a special ‘thank you’ for saving me from the Sheikh’s clutches as well.”

“You have our votes,” Peridot, the green Kobold Belly Dancer, said while offering a short bow.

The Kobolds were four feet tall with scales of varying sizes covering their entire bodies. Larger, lighter-hued scales stretched across their bellies, nip-less breasts, and the slits of their nethers. Totally hairless, their elevated scale ridges and pseudo-horns gave them a facsimile of hair that served the same purpose. They had clawed hands, digitigrade legs, and thick tails with blunt tips. Their faces, each beautiful in their own ways like different cuts of gemstones, had slight snouts with humanoid lips and expressive eyes. Additionally, the two Belly Dancers were clad in sheer, diaphanous lingerie that truly titillated. Their thick thighs, round bottoms, and boobs big enough to spill over one’s palms (except for Amber, who had surprisingly wide feminine hips to compensate) stoked Spindle’s libido from just staring at the five of them.

Her inner demon begged in vain for permission to fill them to bursting with corruption. Spindle’s last dose of herbal relief lingered, however, reducing her screaming instincts to a faint whine. She blessed that scrumptious Mothra with every fiber of her being once again.

“Spindle refuses. She will earn each vote from first to last with her talented fingers, ovipositor, and pussy. Would you like to begin now or try one of the ‘appetizers?’” she said, motioning to her ‘competition,’ if they could generously be called such instead of the opening acts they were.

Jeff the Hob was already slowing down, his refractory period increasing with every climax. Opal had similar issues but could alternate between her twin cocks in a pinch or switch to servicing a male with her cunt. Steeltooth’s efforts were admirable, simultaneously plowing through pussies left and right while working his ass like a champ, but his conquests were up on their feet afterward just as quickly. Once one had recovered from supporting their first pick, they inevitably gravitated to Spindle’s line, where the loudest moans were coming from.

“While the others aren't deficient as sexual partners by any means,” Garnet whispered to spare their feelings, "It's obvious who is going to win. We love Opal, but she’s still coming into her own as an evolved monster.”

Peridot nodded, "She'll get there someday."

“We’ll definitely visit her later to boost her confidence, though!” Amber cheered.

“Do your best, Opal!” Citrine, the yellow Kobold, enthusiastically yelled across the Oasis, eliciting a shy wave from the busy Lamia.

"Vermillion’s Opal certainly has an interesting evolutionary path," the Webling commented, "Spindle certainly wouldn't mind riding those cute double-dicks later, but she intends to win before indulging her curiosity. Now is the time to challenge herself."

“Well, Spindle, if you really want to push your limits,” Iolite said, “Why don’t you take all five of us on at once?”

“Fu-fu-fu, challenge accepted,” Spindle said as she wove a hammock of glowing threads to recline on while pondering all the delightfully perverted things she intended to do with these precious gems.

"No need to warm us up," Amber insisted while shaking his temptingly plump rump in her direction, even smacking an ass cheek for emphasis, "We're ready to get right into the action!" His tail lifted a few degrees in invitation to show the barest hint of the tender rosebud hiding between those scrumptious scaly buns.

The Wicked Weaver wiped drool from her lips and shook her head. "You five didn't come here for a wham-bam, thank you, ma'am, and Spindle expects better of herself, besides. Sex is a mental engagement first and foremost. Foreplay isn't just a given, it's a necessity, and Spindle intends to give a five-star service. Let her start with oral today."

With a snap of her fingers, the strings she'd woven in secret went tight, hoisting her five playmates up into a lewdly submissive position—their arms and legs bound in webbing, heads down, asses up—dangling from an overhanging palm tree by woven strands of Dark magic. The Kobolds giggled as Spindle sprung her trap, and they obediently lifted their tails to reveal five sets of absolutely tantalizing desert jewels.

The yellow-scaled Citrine's ass was slim and sleek, her pucker petite, her slit a slick sliver of heaven with her clit hidden beneath its hood. Citrine's long, slender tail curled around Spindle's neck as the Webling dipped a tongue into Kobold's hot honeypot, not to choke, but simply gripping Spindle possessively while that agile purple oral member slipped and slid through her juices. Spindle's fangs pressed into her labia to inject a drop of aphrodisiac venom into the yellow Kobold's delicate folds before departing with a soft smooch.

Garnet had the plumpest red-scaled posterior, her dark star unveiled with a waft of hot musk when Spindle spread her doughy buns, the sopping cunt between her legs already sodden with feminine arousal. Her heavy tail fell limp on Spindle's back in utter surrender as the Webling invaded that tender nether hole with a honey-slick finger while kissing a prominent, swollen clit surrounded by red scales. The Wicked Weaver left love-bites on the scarlet Kobold's ass cheeks and the base of her tail until she constantly quivered with need.

Framed by deep blue scales, Iolite's thick-lipped pussy begged for attention beneath the taught o-ring of her anus. Spindle jabbed three fingers into that lewd, pleading cunt and rubbed at the blue Kobold's sphincter with a thumb. Iolite's tail rippled with waves of delight along its length whenever the Webling gave her such lavish attention. Her turn in the warm-up round was over far too soon as Spindle reluctantly withdrew those promiscuous digits and moved on. A love-bite on the thigh left her desperate and wanting.

Peridot's rosebud was loose and ready for abuse from catching her sisters' tails so often, the sopping honeypot below equally yielding and wet for Spindle.

"You're such a cute little pervert," Spindle cooed over the green Kobold's ass. She merely had to slather one slender hand in cunt-slick and press the united tips of five fingers to that sordid hole for everything up to the wrist to get swallowed up with a squelching *shlorp*. As the Webling ass-fucked Peridot, the incredibly lewd reptile who thought of anal fisting as 'foreplay,' the green Kobold's tail wagged like a Doggin's. "You like that, do you?" Unable to help herself, she balled her hand into a fist to test the gaping silken nether tunnel before her. A waterfall of pussy drool dribbled from Peridot's untouched quim as Spindle repeatedly punched into the green Kobold's free-use backdoor. "Fu-fu-fu, so, you enjoy being worn like a glove this much? How delightfully shameful!"

This was just foreplay, though, so Spindle moved on before Peridot could reach her satisfactory conclusion. She didn't need the aphrodisiac venom, but received a nibble on her posterior regardless.

Meanwhile, Amber's butt was a perfect constellation of curves, a thing of beauty so round and soft Spindle wanted to get lost burying her face in the valley between those exquisite cushions. A set of hairless, orange-scaled testicles as mouthwatering as a pair of fat cherries dangled between thiccc, pillowy thighs. The heads of his hemipenis peaked out of their smooth sheath, covered in glistening, fleshy bristles.

Spindle employed her tongue and all four hands at once (minus one already caught in a green Kobold's cookie jar), dipping and sampling each of the nine succulent holes spread out before her in turn like a hungry hummingbird, never lingering long but tantalizing her prisoners with each visit. Her many fingers danced across vulvas, slipped inside hot tunnels, probed tender puckers, and gently massaged Amber's supple sack. The Webling shoved her face between the orange Kobold's ass cheeks while rimming his nether hole in circles. Two fingers of each hand plunged into each female Kobold, eliciting breathy moans as Spindle's mouth drifted lower to take both of Amber's testicles in her mouth. The orange Kobold's tail-tip caressed Spindle across her back, shoulders, and collar with the light touch of a feather as she savored those two family jewels. She suckled on his testicles and felt the weight of his sweet seed in the sack lying heavy on her tongue.

Then, like the cruel monster she was, Spindle sank her fangs directly into Amber's scrotum to deliver a potent dose of aphrodisiac venom into the root of the male Kobold's libido. His sister Kobolds grew all the more wild with excitement as his cries of ecstasy became gradually more and more desperate and needy, the boy begging Spindle to relieve the terrible tension in his balls by any means necessary. The Webling ignored his pleas while the females pounded their asses against her digits until they were swinging in their suspended restraints. Instead, Spindle slowly traced her tongue along each prong of Amber's trembling hemipenes, letting each sensitive bristle brush against her pliant oral member.

When she withdrew, she glanced over the Kobolds at her demonic mercy and smiled devilishly. They were each a trembling wreck, ready for the ride of their lives. "It seems the time has come to move on to some heavy petting."