You giggle with excitement as you turned to your prize. It was a prince locked inside a cell. He was still wearing his royal clothing, albeit a little tattered. He looked at you, absolutely terrified at what was to come. You scratched your chest, before begging in to run your hands down your solid, scaled chest.
“Here is your reward. This charming little prince was captured from the near by kingdom. I imagine he’ll make an excellent source of entertainment,” said the Witch.
She smiled, taking a step away from the cage as it swung opened. The prince fell back with a little shriek. You let out a deep, dumb laugh, feeling slightly hot inside.
“He friend. He make me feel good,” you say, rubbing in between your scaly thighs.
The witch cackled and said “Yes. He’ll be the brains of our little brood, but he needs to change his look.”
You nodded dumbly, steeping into the cage. Almost immediately you raced towards the prince, tearing away his fine clothing. He struggled, which you enjoyed, your two members begging to grow with excitement. Soon, you had ‘liberated’ the prince from his clothing, leaving him cowering in the corner of his cell. He was small, thin and weak, but you could fix that...
“Leave, leave me alone!” He screamed.
The witch cackled and said “Oh no. You and my big familiar here are going to get real close...”
She patted you on the back and said “have at him!”