Lizardman Boyfriend Iya (complete)

    For the past few weeks, you’ve been shacked up with a lizardman. You had both come to the same bar one evening and had gotten along quite well. He was charming and eloquent and extremely lovely. He's told me his name was Iya, but you figured, like you, he was giving you a fake name. He had scales like emeralds and eyes like bright amber. You were easily smitten by him, and the two of you had bonded right away.

You were renting a small room just above the bar, and the two of you had been there for a few weeks now. You had made love quite a bit, in fact, that was all you did that first night together. It was rough and hot and absolutely everything you wanted and needed.

You both barely talked about your pasts, but you really didn’t want to. You were running away from something, something extremely big. You didn’t want Iya knowing or else he could get in trouble. After all, he was from Reptilia and the kingdom of Ananada, the exact place you were running from.

The truth was, you were actually a princess. You were engaged to a prince from the Lizardfolk, King Niran’s only son. It was a match you didn’t want to make. You had never met this prince, barely knew anything about him. The whole thing had been sprung on you. You were pulled from your studies and lessons and instantly forced this role. You were to marry the prince, become queen of the Reptilia, and no longer worry about studies.

It was a bitter blow for you. All your life all you wanted to do was have an education you could be proud of and somehow take it to the poor people and women of your kingdom. You were going to start schools and find ways to uplift the people, just like your idol Queen Mythri did when she became queen. The lizardfolk were known for wanting large families and constantly breeding. Hell, King Niran had over ten kids from two marriages. You didn’t want to marry a son who probably wanted to constantly pregnant.

So you ran away and went across the Cobra Strait and went into the port of Obresh. You took only enough money to keep you alive. Maybe buy a house and start a life on your own. You took your books as well, you may not have had the complete education that you wanted, but you could still share your knowledge with those who needed or wanted it.

That was part of what drew you to Iya. You had been sitting at the bar, angry and excited from your journey. He was reciting poems, trying to earn a few coin to afford a meal and a drink. You were so enamored by his speaking voice alone, but when you started a conversation and learned you both had such a voracious desire to learn, did you fully give in to him.

You felt you could trust Iya and share a life with him, but since he was Reptilia, you felt guilty. If he knew you were supposed to marry his future king, he could perhaps feel guilty or even as if he betrayed his kingdom. You were falling more and more for Iya each day, and the guilt was starting to mount. You know you should tell him, but how? At the same time though, you had no intentions of going home. You had made up your mind that it wasn’t an option.

“I don’t think we should stay here anymore,” Iya says one day. He’s looking around the small apartment, his eyes focused and expression serious.

You sit up as nerves start to hum to life. “What do you mean?”

“It’s way too small,” Iya replies. “We should find someplace a little bigger. More liveable,” he looks up at you and smiles. “You know?”

“Oh,” you gasp, and a big smile spreads across your lips. “Yeah! That would be really nice.”

Iya stands up. “There’s a place near the river that being rented out. It’s old and smell like mold, but I think with some time it could be a place we call home.” He then glances back at you. “There’s even enough room if you wanted to have classes.”

Your heart surges as you look up at him. “You mean it? Really?”

He nods. “Of course I do.” He reaches out, taking your hand. “Besides, I think we make too much noise,” he kisses your palm. “I’d like to be able to make as much noise as we like without any drunks complaining come morning.”

You snort and laugh. “Iya,” you giggle.

“I know we’ve not known each other long, but I feel as if all of this is fated,” he then scoffs. “God that sounds awful.”

“It does,” you squeeze his hand. “But I know what you’re trying to say.”

“All those mushy romance things my sisters used to talk about,” he grumps. “I always thought it was stupid, but I’m suddenly starting to get it.” He gives you an exasperated look. “If I ever see them again I’m going to have to apologize. I hate that.”

“They’re always right, aren’t they?” You smirk.

Iya snarls and looks away. “Yes!”

You pet his cheek and lower him down, so he looks at you. “Just fair warning, I’m always right too.”

Iya snarls and grabs hold of your waist. You snicker as he picks you up, shaking you in the air. “Don’t act so smug. I have ways of wiping that look off your face.”

You smirk down at him. “Your dick can’t always act like an eraser. Those wear down. I’d like to keep that the way it is. If you know what I mean?”

Iya snarls, his lip curling over his teeth. “You’ll have to explain it to me.” He lowers you down and pulls you in close.

“I like your dick as big, thick, and long as it is,” you whisper into his ear.

Iya snarls, his clawed hand kneading into your rear. “Is that so?” 

You push away from him. “That’s right.” You saunter away from him. “Well, if you’ve found us a place, let's go look at it.”

He growls low in his throat as you put your coat back on. “Tease,” he moans with a smile.

You turn and wink at him. “Whore.” You then hold your hand out. “Come along, show me the house.”

Iya chuckles, grasping your hand as he leads the way. 

The house has certainly seen better days. The owners of his, a tiefling named Odd and his wife Nora, had built a new place once they had their first daughter. They now rented to make extra money.

It was old for sure, and it was obvious it had been added on to. It wasn’t bad at all, and because of the close proximity to the river, there was a damp smell about the place. You walk around between the rooms, finding that the add-on would make a decent school room.

“Well?” Iya stands in the doorway as you imagine the classroom full of people. “Is it that awful?”

You look back at him and sigh. “I’ve never lived somewhere so small.”

His brow arches and you gasp thinking you’ve given something away.

“I mean-” you stumble with your thoughts.

Iya shakes his head. “No, I get it. Having come from a big family we’ve always lived in bigger places.” He walks over to a window. “I always thought it was ridiculous to live somewhere so big. This is enough.”

You nod as you look back around. “It will be.”

Iya sighs deeply, and his shoulders slouch down. He turns from the window, and I see a stricken look on his face.

“Iya,” I murmur and I step towards him. “What’s wrong?”

He sighs, closing his eyes tight. “There’s something I need to tell you. I don’t know if I can keep hiding it from you.”

You take a deep breath, wondering if he somehow knows who you are. “What is it?” You touch his arm as you stand beside him.

He lifts his chin and opens his eyes. He touches your cheek, smoothing his cool scales against your skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile and chuckle. “Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No,” Iya sighs. “Just wanted to say it.” He goes quiet again. “I don’t know how to say this, I don’t even know if you’ll believe me if I can find the words to say it.” He then huffs and takes your hand. “Let’s go outside and talk.” 

He takes you outside, but as you walk out the door, you see armored knights on horses. You feel as though you are ready to die. You know who these knights are here for. 

“There you are,” one comes forward, and Iya stands before you, putting his arm out to protect you.

“Come on now, both of you lets not have a fight here.” The knights start coming in, and there is a brief tussle. You’re separated and pulled away from Iya. You fight and screaming, trying to use anything you’re holding to hit the armor of the knights.

You didn’t get a chance to say goodbye or anything. We were simply torn apart. It was all so shocking and sudden that it all doesn’t start sinking in until you’re locked back in your chambers. You sit there, staring with shock out the window.

“Did you have your fun?” Your mother asks you, snapping her hands to her waist. “Did you get it all out of your system.”

You simply glare out the window.

Your mother sighs and sits down beside you. “I am so sorry,” she whispers. “I know that this isn’t how any of us planned for this to go.” She reaches out and touches your hand. “If it wasn’t for that awful centaur.”

You yank your hand away. “You and Dad just don’t want to lose your comfort,” you huff. “You’re afraid of actually facing something for once.” You then see the look in your mother’s eyes. “Sorry,” you grumble.

“No,” she huffs. “You’re right. We are afraid. Were,” she tries to smile, but it isn’t convincing. “If it makes you feel any better, Prince Chiyan ran away as well.”

You glance towards her. “What?”

Your fidgets with the rings on her fingers. “Yup. Exactly the same time you ran away,” she laughs. “You should have seen the looks that Niran and Matilda had.”

You sigh. “Well fuck,” you grumble. “Both of us don’t want this. That makes me feel so much better-” you whimper and start to sob into your palms.

“Honey,” your mother grabs your face. “You don’t want to go down the aisle with puffy eyes.”

“No! Of course not,” you blubber.

Your mother leans back as you continue to cry, letting you have it out before you get dressed and ready.

The service is to be small and quick, so that ensures neither one of you run away again. Afterward, there would be a big public wedding. But for now, they were playing safe.

You stood at the end of the aisle, looking ahead at the lizardman standing at the front. His back is turned, and his head is hung low. You can feel his disappointment and anger. You don’t want this any more than he does.

Your veil is lowered, and you can no longer see ahead of you. As you’red walked to the head of the aisle you’re placed beside your intended. You look down under the veil, only able to see his hand and legs. He’s wearing traditional garments from his kingdom. The long tunic is white and bright blue. With emerald scales, you think perhaps he must look handsome.

“Turn to each other,” the priest says, and you know the ceremony is about to come to an end. “Now, Prince Chiyan, lift the veil and stare into the eyes of your bride. Without a word, you will speak the language of honor and protection to one another.”

You watch as Chiyan grasps the veil and pulls it up. You avoid looking up for a moment but when you do your breath is stolen from your body. You gaze up at your Iya.

Iya looks back at you, stunned into silence as well.

You feel the tears come back again and it takes everything in your strength to not tackle him where you stand. Iya’s hand trembles as he takes yours, grasping it tight as the priest drones on in the background.

“How?” You mouth to him.

Iya shakes his head as a grin spreads across his beautiful face.

“With the powers that may be, I now pronounce you man and wife-” before the priest can even finish you and Iya are kissing. You have your arms wrapped around his neck, and he’s lifting you off the ground.

You’re taken to your wedding chamber, and you grab each other one again, kissing and scrambling to keep ahold of one another.

“That is you right? I am not dreaming am I?” You laugh.

“I swear,” he whispers. “Is it truly you?”

You nod excitedly. “I can’t believe this.” You touch his face. “You were my Iya all along! How did we not know?”

Iya chuckles, pulling you into a tight hug. “It is a miracle.”

You squeeze him tight, grasping at his strong back. “We ran away from each other only to run into one another.”

“Strange, I know,” Iya wipes your tears away. “But perfect.”

You look over at the bed and then grin up at Iya. “Can we even call this a consummation?” You ask. “We’ve already done it enough times for a happy marriage.”

Iya laughs and stands up, pouring wine for the both of you. “We were rebelling before,” he says. “But I will admit, cumming inside you as your husband is a very tempting thought.”

You bite your lip as he hands you a glass of wine. “I sure hope you don’t expect me to be pregnant our entire marriage.”

“Certainly not,” he scoffs. “I have too much family as it is.” He sits down beside you, tipping the wine glass to his lips. “I intend to have a happy wife for as long as I can.”

You scoff and set your wine aside. You crawl into his lap, straddling his lap. “I’m happy knowing I don’t have to be separated from you.” You butt your foreheads together, and he chuckles.

“I am too,” he whispers. He then tugs at the laces of your dress and frees you from it. He kisses your neck and chest as his fingers claw down your skin. 

Iya then chuckles a low dark sound in your ear that makes you shiver. 

“What is it?” You ask.

“Mm,” Iya tilts his head. He then whistles as he looks down your chest.

“You’ve seen me naked more than clothed!” You scold. “What now?”

Iya grins kissing your neck and moaning. “I was just remembering that first night,” he says. “Where you pushed me down and stripped me down. I’d never met a woman so powerful.”

You smirk. “What? Now that you know I’m a princess you can’t imagine how I got that way?” 

He smirks up at you. “I was just thinking I should do this.” He picks you up and throws you down on the bed, so the blankets and pillows rise up around you like water. You giggle and squeal, gasping as Iya comes descends upon you.

You’re laughing loudly as Iya kisses and bites you, it quickly turns to moans as he grinds his cock against you. You look up at him, pressing your palm against his chest. His thick cock rubs against your folds and his breathing becomes low and heavy.

“It’s been a few days,” Iya growls. He takes your leg and pulls it up, bracing it against his chest. “Let me see if I remember how.”

You bite your lip, nearly vibrating with excitement as Iya pushes inside. You let out a long groan, and a smile spreads on Iya’s face.

“Oh yes,” he kisses your leg. “I remember now.” He gently runs his claws down your chest, and you lose your breath for a moment. “Vividly.”

You smirk up at him then whimper as he starts to move. He’s going slow, whereas before, by now, the two of you would be in the thick of it. He’s savoring tonight for some reason. Watching you with a sharp expression as he takes you. His breathing is a strange, dark sound and you can feel it envelop you.

“Iya,” you whimper.

He leans down, pressing his palms on either side of your head. He starts to go a bit faster. You touch him, grabbing his arms and petting down his chest. You shudder, squeezing tight around Iya’s shaft.

Iya growls and begins to go faster. He grinds inside you, and he’s jaws hang open. He snarls and pants and the bed rattles against the wall. You gasp and your back arches off the bed. You press close to him, clinging to his back. You moan into his ear, and Iya moans low.

You shudder as you feel him twitch inside. He snarls, going still and grunting. Iya’s long tail flicks and whips behind him, nearly clearing the table. You whimper, feeling his surge with your own. The deep, fulfilling sensation that goes through your legs and arms and tingles in your fingertips.

You melt into the bed as Iya lays on top of you. Both of you whimper and mewl until Iya sits up, pulling himself from your slit he watches with amusement. He chuckles then kisses you, turning you to face him.

“I love you,” he whispers.

You cling to his wrist, keeping his palm pressed to your cheek. “I love you too.”

Iya lays back down in bed, pulling you close so your back is against his chest. You fall asleep, happy and content your prince is by your side where he should be.

The next morning, the two of you are taken to breakfast. You’ll be meeting Iya’s family for the first time. His father and stepmother are sitting near your parents, and then his ten siblings are already eating. Iya has four older sisters, and four younger sisters and one little brother. All you’ve ever known is your parents, you’ve never had siblings.

You sit down, placed between Iya and his stepmother. You glance at her, admiring her bright red hair. She then looks at you and smiles.

“Here,” she pours your coffee. “I do so hope my Chiyan didn’t keep you awake last night.”

Iya growls beside you, grasping your thigh under the table.

“Someone says they heard laughter last night,” Niran adds, glancing down the table at his row of children. “I hope it wasn’t at anyone’s expense.”

Iya huffs. “No,” he growls. “We were telling stories,” he says. “We wanted to get close and try to be friends.”

You turn and smile at him. Under the table, you grasp his hand. “You have a remarkable son, King Niran,” you say. “I think we’ll be able to be happy.”

“Call me Dad,” Niran replies. “You’re family now.”

You’re still looking at Niran, so excited to be sitting beside him in a place you once thought you’d be miserable.