The thought of being the king of this group of new lizardpeople, this uplifted type that wouldn't just mindlessly run around and screw everything, excited you almost as much as the two lizardwomen you had on your twin dicks were as they continued to be seemingly driven by one purpose. You had retained your human intelligence, your ability to see beyond just the immediate goal to plan farther -- tricky to handle given just how much hornier (in more ways than one) you are now, but you weren't going to let this opportunity go to waste.
Speaking of, this latest round of intercourse reached its culmination and you shot another twin batch of seed into Andrea and the other newly-minted lizardwoman, both of whom let out loud growls of climax as they took it in. That seemed to sate them for the moment as their rubbing of bodies both your and theirs gradually slowed down and didn't really resist you pulling them off of your own body. Andrea seemed content to clean up the mess on her own body in her now much more sensual way, which gave you a chance to see who really it was you just took in as Mate Number Two. She still seemed rather lost in the throes of her first orgasm as a lizardwoman, heights she almost certainly hadn't felt before as a human. The last bit of changes to her face had just occurred, her new snout taking its new shape, while her hands ran themselves along her breasts which had grown up enough to finish tearing apart the shirt she wore and snapping the bra previously holding them, letting them now hang free with lizard-milk starting to leak from the exposes nipples. You catch a glimpse of the name tag that somehow had stayed clipped on the shirt until now -- Daisy Barrett, it said. The name didn't ring a bell to you, but this had been a rather large research complex -- it was entirely possible that you two just hadn't crossed paths before. You look back at Daisy, trying to get a feel of what's going on with her before figuring out your next move.