The Fat Reptile looks down at you and strokes his belly, putting one clawed paw on his crotch and scratching it at the same time.. MUST be a male. You watch as his jaw opens a little and he speaks with a very southern accent, Cajun. "You wanna go to my room for a big good time" You stare at him in awe at the up frontness of this monster.. though your hardly past his knee. You look into his face, the fat smile as his belly gurgles above you. You take a step back "No! I am not that type of woman" you take another step back and look at his face, frozen in shock, apparenlty your answer never occured to him "What?" He mutters. You scream "I said get away from me" His claw pats your head and you give him a punch.. in the loincloth area, you look up to see him go crosseyed a moment. He then looks at you and snarls the other paw swinging and knocking you to the ground you squirm backward as he stomps toward you, bowlegged. "you little bbiii...attt...cchhhh..., I try to be gentleman! He swings his other clawed hand and grabs your leg, twirling you around a bit as the other party members just chuckle as his last whipping swing
Tosses you head first over his shoulder holding you with one clawed hand his other slaping your behind as you scream, you feel his wide shoulder at your middle and your side against his scally neck. You also notice his strange oder. He caries you with a slow waddle walk into a room, it is messy, and smells just like him, a folded bed with exposed springs is visible, made for a beast his size and with a well worn depression in it already.He walks in and throws you against my bed "Dis what we call da'swamp wedding" He bends his knees in a squat
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