As Eve tenderly stepped forward she could see the male which she had been so attracted. Among the leaves and branches of a nearby tree would be a small lizard, an anole. It was hard to see between the leaves, camouflaged green, but as she drew closer it stuck out against the brown bark. And though it was small she knew it was the one.
She held her hand out for it. And without hesitation he lept to her hand. Her desire for it grew and a warm swelling inside made her flush with color and legs quiver with excitment. Taking it in hand she found herself a comfortable place to rest.
Lowering herself onto the soft moss of a rock in a cozy cave, she smiled at her mate which rested in her hand. He returned her gaze with the coldblooded gaze of a reptile though his own eagerness seemed to be obvious as he gently shook in her palm.
A smile crossed Eve's face, seeing the excitment in her mate. Not wanting to keep him from her anylonger she would gently lower him down to her stomach. Giving him a tender petting with a few of her fingers over his head, which he would reciprocate with a gentle nuzzle into those digits before he made way to his real goal. His scaled claws gently prickling at Eve's skin. Her soft voice rising up in laughter at the ticklish sensation. Soon replaced by a gentle gasp as that small male reached her loins. Gently crawling around that soft virginal mound which made her sex.
This was the part she was most worried about, though she felt safe with her diminutive mate it was still something new and unexplored. But he would not wait for her.
Though the holiness of the garden raised up his conciousness onto a level above that of an average animal, he still was one. And with little ado the anole would press itself body first into those awaited lips. Spreading them with it's body as it's hips pushed further in. Eve sighing in surprise and looking down at her sex and her mate as it quivered in anticipation of something. Which would be answered as he squirmed in a little deeper, doing his best to plant his hemi-penis as deep as he could. In the process of this his face would nuzzle up to her clit.
Eve's voice would cry out in a low tone of pleasure. Like a gentle kind of music. The anole gently and weakly thrusting his small penis in. Quite litterally at the scale of a sausage in a hallway, but he would do his best. Body nuzzling up into that clit more and more with each thrust. And, while it was not as visceral an expereince as Eve might have expected mating with one of animals of the garden, it pleased her immensely.
Eve's breaths would be laboured and while not extrenous it would be pleasurable. Warmth spreading through her sex and then creeping up her spine as she gasped. Intense pleasure washing over her as her mate continued. His small fragile hips thrusting away for whatever friction he could to reach orgasm. And he was not far behing her. Though unlike her he had no way to signal his pleasure. His body would slow and the pleasure of his own climax would be silently felt by him. Squirting tiny ropes deep into Eve in hopes of impregnating her.
And though neither would know if he succeeded for quite some time, the seed did take. Lizard sperm going places it was never meant to and implanting itself deep within Eve's very human womb; altering the fate of the world forever... what race would come from this union?