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Deal / part 3 /

What first starts out as a cruel prank turns into a night of unmatched passion. | Waylon Jones/OC |

part 3 of 3

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*cw include smut, explicit situations, size kink, teratophilia, fear play, dirty talk, anxiety attack, extremely mild dubcon (for point one second but tagging just in case), graphic description* MDNI - 18+

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/ / Devour / /

If you chose to stay a little bit longer I'd make it worth your while...

There was no way I was leaving now.

I nodded at Croc, looking into his yellow eyes with affirmation. In those glowing orbs surprise shown momentarily, but he quickly let out another one of his trademark gravelly laughs as though to cover it up. Not for the first time, I felt a squeeze of pity in my heart for him. Everyone thought he was a monster; everyone said he was nothing more than an animal. But he had shown me empathy, fairness, and kindness. None of which the very much human guards and orderlies, who had thrown me in here in the first place, had shown me. This so-called "monster" treated me better than those scumbag "normal" humans did. As far as I was concerned, I felt safer in here, with him, Waylon Jones, than I did out there with my coworkers.

I licked my lips as he crawled back up my body, his hulking form covering me completely, like a large, protective cocoon. A massive claw-tipped hand came up to brush away pieces of my hair that were stuck to my face from sweat and exertion. If he tried, he was clearly capable of gentleness though the movement from him felt almost uncertain. Violence and brute force came easily to him, being a man that's had to fight for his life for his whole life. Gentleness was something he was not used to. So tonight, I was determined to show him some.

I reached up my right hand from where it had been down at my side, previously clutching at the mattress while he'd been doing his extremely kind ministrations to my lower region, and brought it slowly up to his face, which was only about a foot above mine. I made sure to move carefully so as not to startle him, and I gently ran my fingertips up from his scaly jaw to his equally rough cheek. The scales on his face weren't any smoother than his chest; in fact they were rougher, his complexion cracked and unforgiving under my soft fingertips. This did not deter me from my journey, and I really hoped he was okay with my exploration of his visage. My eyes looked to his in a silent question, asking permission, and I saw no resistance in those yellow orbs - only unspoken encouragement. So I kept going.

I cupped his scaly, broad jawline in my palm, stroking my thumb over the corner of his mouth and the sharp, non-human teeth that protruded from the inside. I smoothed my hand over his head, traced his brow, his nose, his chin, everywhere. He submitted to my study, reptilian eyes watching me curiously the whole time. The feel of his gaze on me made my own face grow hot, and the arousal began creeping back between my legs, my skin becoming tingly all over once again. I continued my explorative touches on him, moving my hand down his thick, sinewy neck, running my fingers over the ridges of skin and the hard muscle underneath. The back of his head and neck had rougher, pointy looking scales that continued on down his spine, and maybe even beyond the tops of his pants.

From working in the clerks office I had seen many pictures of him, from all angles. Now I got to feel; something that admittedly I had given some thought to before. From looking at those photographs of him when I was filing his paperwork all those times before, I'd wondered what it would be like to touch him - and to have him touch me. I'd wondered what kind of lover he would be; what it would take to make this big man weak. At the time I'd thought of it as just another one of my strange fantasies - especially considering the content of some of the photos in his file. I'd had no idea that I would be actually living this fantasy someday.

"What're you smilin' at, pretty one?"

His gruff but not unkind question made my cheeks burn; I hadn't realized I'd been smiling. Swallowing hard, I asked something that had been fluttering around in the back of my mind since we'd made it to his mattress - and once I'd found out for certain that he was not going to kill me and eat my body, "Can I request an addition to this deal?"

Croc's eyes glimmered with curious amusement, and he tilted his large, muscular head at me inquiringly, "Sure thing- what'd ya have in mind?"

Now I really felt the blush heat my cheeks, and honestly I didn't know for what reason. This man had already eaten me out - like, practically devoured me - and here he was on top of me, half naked from the waist up, while I was half naked from the waist down. But I chalked up the heat on my face up to just the way he looked at me; so predatory, so hungry, so... intimately, like he could see right through me into my very soul. Nothing escaped that golden gaze, and there was no doubt in my mind that he could definitely see the heat rising on my face and neck... and elsewhere, too. I knew reptiles could sense heat, and that was how they hunted. So maybe that had been another factor during our first encounter in the office hallway last week. Maybe along with him smelling my desire, he had seen how warm everything got when he'd touched me. But honestly, when I'd been face to face with this brick wall of a torso, caged in between massive arms and imposing height, and held frozen by yellow eyes that watched me with a true hunters attention and precision - how the fuck could I not be turned on by that?

He was waiting for an answer, and I licked my lips to moisten them since my quick, shallow breathing had dried them out, noticing how that ever watchful predatory gaze flicked down to my mouth. Oh, god... "If- I'll, um, I'll trade a kiss for... for..." Fuck, I hadn't thought that far ahead. A kiss for what? For him fucking me senseless? No, that was already going to happen regardless. Think, think. It was so hard to think in this moment, though. With him shirtless and crouched over me like a predator that had just taken down his prey, and practically salivating while more than ready to devour his meal. And thinking was not the only thing that was hard at the moment; I could feel how hard and hot and massive his erection was, straining through his pants and pulsing against my bare leg. And it hadn't gone down at all, even though at the moment all we were doing was talking and studying each other. If anything, it felt like it had gotten harder, and bigger. What did that mean?

He grinned, not unkindly, while seeing me struggle (and I bet he'd grin even more to see me struggling in other ways; god help me, these thoughts were going to kill me if he didn't do it first), but then he decided to help me out by saying, "Tell ya what; a kiss for," He reached a massive hand up in between us and hooked a claw into the collar of my scrub shirt, lightly pulling it away from my chest, but not hard enough to tear it, though I knew he could, easily. My pants could attest to that, as could the bones strewn around the floor of his 'room'. "This coming off."

Oh. It really was that simple. Why hadn’t I thought of that? In all honesty, I'd nearly forgotten about my shirt that I was still wearing; I felt completely naked and exposed under his gaze, even when I'd been fully clothed.

Eagerly, maybe a little too eagerly, I nodded my head against the mattress underneath him, and his low chuckle caused a fresh gush of wetness to leak out of my bare pussy. My chest was heaving underneath him, and his index claw was still hooked into the collar of my shirt. I wanted him to tear it off of me right now, but I forced myself to stay under control. Plus he hadn't torn it off yet, so he was probably waiting for me to make the first move, since I'd been the one to bring up this new bargain. I mustered up all of the sexy feminine energy I had within me and smoothed my palms over his huge shoulders. "Well, what're you waiting for, big guy? C'mon down here and kiss me."

His mouth quirked in a grin that showed nearly all of those rows and rows of sharp, inhuman teeth, and he huffed incredulously at me once again before leaning his body down to better be able to reach me, "I meant what I said before; you're somethin' else, little Kris."

The nickname sent a shiver through me, the use of my name on his tongue sounding so good, and even more so combined with his other nickname for me. Little one, little Kris. God dayum.

Before I could say anything else, he leaned down and covered my mouth with his. And quite literally covered.

When I'd thought about kissing him I'd wondered how a kiss would work between the two of us. Sure, he had a mouth, with a tongue, so technically he also had lips. Honestly, I didn't really care about the quality of the kiss itself, more about just having that connection. Much like everything else he was doing to me and making me feel, it was like a physical need. I needed to feel those rough lips on mine, claiming me that way too; needed to feel his long, forked tongue in my mouth. It was like I'd been returned to my basest form where human and societal standards and formalities had all gone out the door, and all that was left was this primally charged exposed nerve.

And I was not at all disappointed when our mouths locked in a desire fueled battle for dominance - though there was really no question as to who was winning that battle. Quite honestly, that was just fine with me, because I didn't want to win.

His lips were still scaly and rough, though not as much as the rest of his face. More like the scales that covered his chest and belly, smoother and lighter in color. But just abrasive enough for me to get the shivers at the feel of them lightly scratching my own soft lips. And that reaction increased tenfold whenever I felt one of his teeth against my lip, or whenever my tongue glided over one of those sharp canines. His mouth was much wider than mine, but he was being careful to not open his mouth too wide and accidentally (or maybe purposely) bite my lips off. But weirdly enough I liked the danger of knowing that he could if he wanted to. I liked the mutual feelings of fear and arousal at the thought that he could kill me at any moment - which sounded silly considering I'd practically begged for my life earlier. But I didn't care; I knew I was a complete mess here on this mattress underneath him, Waylon Jones aka Killer Croc, while we made out like two horny teenagers. I ignored the stench of the rotting, dead meat on his breath; I literally switched that part of my brain off. That was how turned on I was, and how much I enjoyed this kiss. It was addictive.

That long, forked tongue scraped the roof of my mouth, and I eagerly sucked on the tip of it when he went to draw it back. A reptilian hiss escaped his parted jaw at my willingness to please, to make sure he was enjoying this as much as I was. His dick in his pants was still hot, hard and pulsing against the inside of my thigh, and I felt it give a jump when I lightly dragged my teeth across his bottom lip.

"You tryin'a kill me?" he groaned against my lips. The gravelly undertone always present in his voice made his words come out in a growl, which made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. He pulled back from my mouth slowly, reluctantly, a string of saliva still connecting our lips. Who knew if it was mine or his - most likely it was both of ours mingled together. I could feel it all over my mouth, my cheeks, my chin. And the more he pulled back I could see that his green face was also shiny with our mixed fluids, and some of it was dripping off of his chin and onto my shirt. And speaking of my shirt...

Croc leaned back so he could fully see me underneath him, and that grin was ever present on his face as he surveyed the scene before him: me, splayed out on his mattress, my dark hair probably strewn everywhere around my head like some sort of dark halo, face covered in drool and sweat, eye makeup probably smeared and running all over my cheeks, lips probably red from kissing his. I probably looked like the mess I felt like. Yet that desire in his gaze never faltered.

When his large lands went to my shirt, a stupid voice of reason yelled out in my mind, and I faltered, "Um- before you rip that, I... I don't... I'll need something to walk out of here in... my stuff is all still in the office..." I felt stupid saying all of that, but it was the truth. I couldn't just walk out of here stark naked and go to the clinic to get my purse and keys; there were cameras everywhere.

He paused for a moment when I spoke, yellow eyes flicking to mine, probably to make sure I wasn't about to tell him to stop (hell no), and once he registered what I'd said he visibly relaxed in what I could tell was relief. And I had no doubt, even only knowing him for this brief amount of time, that if I asked him to stop, he would.

He appeared to think for a moment, a brief moment, and then very quickly after he concluded, "I have some things you can wear outta here."

I hadn't known he had other clothes down here, which made me feel a little bit better about his current living situation - not much, but at least it was something. I'd never been happy about the Asylum's decision to put him down here like an animal, rather than putting him in a cell or a room like the other inmates. I thought it was incredibly dehumanizing. When I'd brought it up to the director he'd told me it was for "everyone else's safety, and for Croc's own safety", whatever that bullshit meant.

I must have nodded or given him some kind of non-verbal go ahead because immediately after his big scale covered hands grabbed two handfuls of my shirt at the modest V neckline. With one more look at my eyes to confirm that this was okay, he pulled at the fabric and my black scrub shirt tore right down the middle. My whole body felt warm and tingly all over; his display of strength was such a turn on. It had been when he'd carried me here, it had been when he'd held me down on the mattress after I'd been afraid he was going to eat me, and it still was now. I knew he'd barely had to exert any strength at all to rip the thin material, but it was still hot. The way his massive biceps flexed when he moved his arms to pull the tattered pieces of my shirt off of my arms? Hot. Hot as fuck.

I knew he was strong; judging by his size alone, anyone could tell that he possessed immense strength. Standing at at least eight feet tall, and with more brawn than a pro-wrestler, it was easy to see. Physical strength was a huge turn on for me, and so was his size; he was so much larger than me. His biceps were bigger than my thighs, and his upper half had a V shape to it that made me want to actually drool. With every move he made I could see the muscles rippling under his skin; slithering like snakes underneath his own scales. Ugh, I'd be lucky to walk out of here alive. If he wasn't going to kill me on purpose then his hotness would kill me on accident.

I also knew from his file in the clerks office that he had done cage fighting and, ahem, alligator and crocodile wrestling - like, where he actually wrestled alligators and crocodiles. Wrestled the animal that had the strongest bite force in the animal kingdom. And he'd done that often. The thought of him in the water, his scales gleaming and dripping wet, muscles flexing as he wrestled his opponent, more animal than man when he needed to be... I needed to stop. I seriously needed to stop.

With a claw slid underneath the front of my bra in between the cups, he shredded through that much like he had done with my shirt. His sharp nails gently scraped over my skin as he pulled the ruined scraps of material away from my body, and my breasts fell free of any confinement before him. Those reptilian eyes immediately zeroed in on the two mounds of flesh, that low crocodilian hiss emanating from him once again. My nipples pebbled into hard peaks without him even having to touch me, just simply from the heat of that fiery golden gaze. When he did touch me my vision went hazy with need. He lightly dragged the tips of his claws over my soft skin, very lightly so as not to scratch or break the skin. It was just this side of teasing, and it felt so good. Too good. His hot, scaly fingertips skimmed the undersides of my breasts, thumbs tracing around my hard nipples. When his large, scalding palms closed over my tits I couldn't help the moan that drifted out of my throat, all high pitched and needy. His hands were so big they completely encapsulated my twin B-cups, and when he lightly squeezed, my own hands curled into fists on either side of my body atop the mattress.

"Pretty little morsel," he ground out above me, voice strained with arousal as he kneaded my tender flesh, "you look good enough to eat,"

My vision refocused on him as he leaned back down towards my body, long tongue coming out of his wide mouth to swipe at a nipple. I whimpered at the feeling; even though it was my breast he was licking, the feeling shot straight down between my legs like an electric current. That tongue continued tracing around my diamond hard nipple, his hot breath scorching my flesh. I trembled beneath him, every lash of his forked tongue sending amazing sensations down below. That coupled with his huge, warm hands cupping the undersides of my mounds to keep my nipples ripe and perked out towards his mouth was almost too much to handle. This whole thing was so hot. I'd never been so glad that I agreed to a trade before.

That tongue explored further over the soft skin of my chest, tracing around my whole breast now, and when he let his sharp teeth lightly skim the sensitive underside my whole body shivered. He switched sides and did the same treatment to my other breast, and by the time he leaned back once again I felt like a literal livewire, my body reacting to every small touch, and every promise of a touch.

When he began removing his own pants I couldn't help the gulp that lodged itself in my throat. Here was a very, very large man before me. What on earth would such a large man's cock look like? Well, I was about to find out. I watched in anticipation tinged with nervous energy as he expertly unfastened and unzipped his own pants despite his inch long claws, and I felt my scalp tingling with excitement.

Usually when I pleasured myself, I was one and done; if I wanted to go again I had to wait at least half an hour, sometimes longer, and even then it was sometimes hard to get back into the same frame of mind as before. But right now I felt very much ready - turned on with the same intensity that I had been before the first climax. It was like that one had slicked me up, and now I was ready to continue; like that was the delicious first part of a multiple course meal. I had been satisfied, but not satiated.

Croc propped himself up with one massive arm near my shoulder, his elbow on the mattress as his other hand shoved his pants down his body, and I looked down, not knowing fully what to expect, but knowing I was about to be wowed. When the monster appendage sprang free from the confines of his wet pants I felt my breath catch in my throat, as well as my pussy becoming swollen with desire. How the fuck was I going to take that?! Much like the rest of him, his member was covered in scales, and was the same mottled, dark green color, although from what I could tell by looking, the scales appeared to be much smoother here, like the ones on his taut lower abdomen. Much like the scales on a snake, it seemed (an anaconda, to be exact); smooth but still very different from a normal human cock. While the base and length was more of that same mottled green color, the tip was pink, and he was extremely swollen and leaking with arousal. Upon seeing it, I felt my mouth water. I wanted to put it in my mouth, though I knew the whole thing would not fit, maybe not even half of it. Ever tried fitting a whole footlong sub in your mouth? Cuz that was what this monster looked like. But I wanted to do it anyways. I wanted to make him feel good like he'd made me feel good.

The thought of him putting that monster thing inside me didn't scare me nearly as much as it should have, though I did get a small thrill of anxiety up my spine at the thought of being filled so heartily. I also was very glad that I wasn't a virgin, as I could only imagine the discomfort of such a big, thick cock breaking me in half. While I was still nervous, I was also filled with want. The desire was making it feel like my loins were on fire.

"Like what ya see, pretty one?" He grinned down at me, and his golden eyes gleamed at me. I noticed, not for the first time, that his pupils, normally vertical slits like those of a reptile, were almost fully blown out in his state of arousal. I was pretty sure mine looked the same.

I nodded at his statement, licking my lips. He was going to stretch me so good; maybe even split me in half. That one annoying little morsel of fear in me wondered if I would be able to even take him; if it would hurt. I hated that stupid little voice, it was such a debbie downer.

Croc leaned down closer to me, now that he was also completely bare, and that long, slimy tongue came out of his mouth to lick a line up my stomach and between my breasts. I shivered; there was such an animalistic way he was handling me, though he was considerably gentle and concerned with my well-being. All of those things combined made me stupid hot for him.

His tongue leaked out of his mouth to lick at the underside of my right breast; long, thick tongue so strange on my skin. I barely had time to register that feeling before the forked tip passed over my nipple and made me feel like a zap of pleasure went straight down my body to the area between my legs. I arched into his mouth, my hands finding his scaly, ribbed shoulders as he hovered over me. The fire down below burned hot, and the only thing that could make it into the inferno that it needed to be was his monster dick.

As if he'd read my mind, yellow eyes gleaming at me, he asked me, "You a virgin, little one?"

I shook my head no, and I honestly thought about asking him the same thing, just out of general curiosity. Though I wasn't super experienced by far, I'd had a couple of boyfriends in the past, and two of them had been my only sexual partners. However, it had never been like this.

One of his large hands drew up towards my face, a big, thick finger sliding underneath my chin to turn my face towards him to look into his eyes. "Don't sweat it, little one, I ain't either. Hope I didn't offend ya by asking - just wanted to make sure so I don't hurt ya; I'm pretty big, and you're, well," Here, he grinned at me, "a little one." I couldn't help but smile at him, at that. "And if my tongue filled you that good," His reptilian eyes glimmered dangerously down at me, "I can't even fuckin' imagine how tight you're gonna be around my dick."

His crass, explicit words sent a zing of pleasure up my spine, and I hoped he continued his graphic description once he was finally seated inside of me. It was yet another thing that I thought was hot about him; that voice made me wet, especially because I could feel it rumbling throughout my whole body when he spoke.

He moved a little bit down my body now, and I felt my heartrate speed up in anticipation of what was about to happen. I'm about to be fucked by the crocodile man in the lowest levels of my workplace. And though I was beyond horny and desperate for him, I was also a little nervous about how exactly I was going to take that massive cock inside of me. How the hell was it going to even fit? Would it hurt the whole time? I couldn't help the anxious thoughts swirling around in my mind.

The large man above me leaned back on his haunches, right over my knees, and I now had the best view of his naked body I'd had yet. Big barrel chest, massive dick staring straight at me, pointed nearly vertical towards the old brick ceiling over our heads, and yellow eyes that seemed to glow from within, tracing over every inch of my also naked form beneath him. It should have made me self conscious, the way he was looking at me, but it didn't.

As if he'd read my mind once again (could he read my mind? Was that one of his crocodile superpowers?), he brought one of his massive, claw tipped hands up to his face, and that tongue came out to coat his open palm and fingers with a thick layer of saliva. I was still incredibly wet from my own arousal and from what he'd done to me with his mouth before, but I was very glad for the extra precaution. He kept eye contact with me the whole time, making me warm and tingly all over, and when his tongue slithered back into that mouth his hand was dripping with saliva. I watched with baited breath as he lowered that hand to the area between my legs, his other hand gently spreading my thighs wider so he could kneel between them. I was now wide, wide open before him, like a goddamn oyster. The first touch of one of his fingers against my pussy had me clenching around nothing, and I would have been embarrassed at the wet sound it made if I wasn't so turned on. He generously spread the fluid around my entrance, using so much of the saliva coated on his hand I could feel it running down the crack of my ass. Not that I minded one bit.

He let a wet finger wander up to my clit to give it a stroke, grinning widely when I squeaked and my legs instantly tried to clamp shut from the ticklish, intense feeling - except they couldn't because he was knelt between them. "That's not n-" My words were cut off by one of his massive fingers prodding at my entrance, and replaced by a gasp that came from my throat instead. Yes. Yes. Yes. Careful of his claw, I felt the very tip of that finger enter me, and was relieved to feel no pain or resistance. His tongue really had slicked me up good before. That first finger slid in rather easily thanks to all the lube of his saliva, plus my body's own personal lubricant that it was providing. Additionally my desperation and eagerness helped, and by the time that finger was fully seated inside of me I was grinding against his hand, panting and trembling atop the mattress. Once he'd seen that I'd gotten used to the first finger, I felt a second one prod at my entrance, and this was where I began to worry a bit. I tried to immediately relax my muscles and relax my mind, and not think about the fact that each one of his fingers were the size of corndogs. Each of them alone were thicker than any cock I'd ever seen. And while he was clearly trying to be careful I was still worried about what that claw could do to the insides of my most sensitive areas.

Upon seeing the expression on my face he immediately paused in his movements and asked me, "You okay, little one? Ya want me to stop?"

I was relieved by his concern and attentiveness towards me, and swallowing hard I shook my head no. I wanted this to happen; it was going to happen one way or another. "I'm okay, k-keep going."

His hand stayed still a moment longer while those eyes studied my face, probably to make sure I really was okay like I'd said, but he must have been satisfied by what he saw because then he continued. That second thick appendage started to slide forward into me once again, alongside the first one, but this time his thumb came up to rub my clit, probably to distract me from thinking too much about the intrusion and the stretch. And that definitely worked; the more his thumb drew circles around my nub, the farther the thought of the burn and the stretch and his claws went from my mind. It wasn't long before I was whining and squirming on top of the mattress from the intensity of the feeling; that scaly finger rubbing his saliva all around my sensitive bud was too good for me to be worrying about anything at all.

"Halfway there, pretty one. Ya still doin' okay?" he asked, and I hadn't realized I'd been squeezing my eyes shut from the pleasurable assault of his thumb continually circling my clit until now. I opened my eyes to see him looking straight at me, amusement quirking one corner of his mouth. The feeling of two of his thick fingers in me was no longer worrisome; now I wanted more. I wanted his whole hand inside me. The stretch was no longer burning but pleasurable. Realizing he was waiting for an answer I quickly nodded my head, and he chuckled as I lifted my hips to try to take in more of those fingers. And I also made a quick mental note to tell him afterwards how much I appreciated him checking in with me to make sure I was okay. Heartless, murderous animal my ass. Those people upstairs didn't know what the hell they were talking about.

Croc slowly slid the second finger the rest of the way in, mindful still of the claw at the tip. By the time it was as far in as it would go, less he risk hurting me, I was eagerly thrusting against his hand and headed steadily towards the freight train of pleasure that would be my second orgasm of the night. "Oh, god," I whimpered, the scaly finger on my clit combined with the thick appendages deep inside of me combined with those eyes watching me... All were the catalysts for my rapidly approaching pleasure. "Croc, I'm gonna cum,"

"Yeahh do it, baby doll," he hissed, "anything that's gonna slick up this tight little pussy, you're tight as fuck around my big fingers and you're gonna be even tighter around my big cock, ain'cha?"

His words and his voice pushed me over the edge, and my body writhed on top of the mattress as the pleasure exploded between my legs; I cried out as the tidal wave pulled me under in the best way, drowning me in sensation. The rushing of blood in my ears as I was coming down was all consuming, but underneath I could still hear his rasping voice quipping, "Guess my relaxation method worked a little too well, huh?"

I was breathing heavily, shaking, coming down from the pleasurable high, but I couldn't resist responding, "If y-you didn't want me to c-cum then you s-shouldn't have been t-touching me so g-good..."

Here he let out a laugh, and I was finally able to open my eyes again to look at his face as he grinned down at me, showcasing those sharp teeth in his wide mouth, "Ohh pretty one I want you to cum - as many times as ya fuckin' can would be preferable. And next time I want you to cum around my cock."

Yesss, my brain whispered to me. The thought of being impaled by his huge member and forced to cum over and over was going to haunt me, I knew. In a good way.

Croc slowly removed those two thick fingers from my womb, making me shudder at the feeling of going from completely stuffed full to barren. At the same time he brought his other hand up to his mouth like he had done before, and this time he spat into his open palm. He then brought that hand down to his hard member, which was swollen and leaking precum at the tip, and smeared the fluid all along his impressive length. He gave it a few strokes up and down, eyes on me all the while, and my cheeks would have flooded with heat if not for the fact that I was still lying boneless atop the mattress from the second explosive orgasm of the evening he'd given me. And even more so when he brought the hand that had been fingerfucking me up to his mouth and sucked my juices off of his fingers. Who had given him the right to be this hot?

Now he placed both of his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him on top of the mattress, and keeping my legs open, he fit my thighs comfortably over his and around his waist. This was happening - this was really happening. Killer Croc was about to raw me in his bed. He drew my hips towards his, and I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt the thick mushroom head of his dick rubbing up and down my slit. "You ready for me, little Kris?" he intoned, voice low and yellow eyes burning bright under his low brow.

Swallowing hard, I nodded. "Yes, please, Waylon, give me your dick,"

His whole body noticeably shuddered at my words, and his grip on my waist tightened as he began to push forward, the thick head spreading my wet pussy lips open for me to take him inside of me. My body was still prone below him on the mattress, muscles too tired to be tensed, so this was as good a time as any for him to put it in me.

The head slid into me and my pussy made a wet, slurping noise, and we both gasped at the feeling. He was tense all over but was showing an astonishing amount of self control, reptilian eyes burning fiercely as he breathed out in harsh rasps. "Fuck, little one - you sure ya ain't a virgin?" he rasped out, and I couldn't tell if the question was meant to be serious or not, but I giggled anyway, which turned into another sharp intake of breath as he slid in a couple of centimeters more. If I had still been a virgin, trying to take in this monstrous cock would have broken me in half.

He continued sliding in slowly, very slowly, guiding my hips towards his almost like he was afraid to thrust forward. His eyes were trained on our conjoining genitals, watching rapt as my pussy swallowed his cock. What would happen if this man lost control? My mind was so clouded with pleasure at the moment that I honestly didn't care if he lost control and just pounded away, but knowing how vast our size difference was, the logical part of me wanted him to keep taking it as slow as possible. Even though he had stretched me out on his fingers it was still a tight fit; there was an ever so slight burn that I knew would fade over time. I was extremely thankful for the extra lubrication provided by him as well as the multiple climaxes - without any of that I knew this would have gone a lot harder/more difficult. I knew I would have been so tense that he might not have been able to enter me at all.

When the crown of his dick nudged against my cervix I gasped a little and he immediately paused in his movements. His hands were clamped around my waist so tight I knew I would have bruises there tomorrow, shading my skin in the shape of his huge palms and long fingers. He'd hit my body's natural stopping point and there was still more of his dick to go, but thankfully he didn't press any further. Instead, those yellow eyes flicked to mine and he asked, "You good?" And atop the mattress I nodded my head once again in answer and acknowledgement. I felt so full like I was ready to burst, but the sting was ebbing away, and I could feel every vein and ridge of his cock against my inner walls. I couldn't even make a sound, the feelings were so intense. And good.

Slowly he began to draw back, very slowly, almost torturously, and he pulled his hips back all the way until it was only the bulbous head of his member still inside of me. And right when I was about to make a noise of protest he began pushing back in, and I choked out a moan at the sheer size of him gliding into my wet channel. He was still going slowly, but gone was the burn, and it was replaced by sheer need; wet, throbbing, pulsing need. And the only one who could satisfy me was him. When the tip of him reached my inner stopping point once again he immediately began pulling back, and my breath went out in a whoosh of air, until he pushed back in, making me let out a needy whine. Now that there was no resistance he didn't have to go as slow anymore, and his pace picked up slightly. He could probably tell by the noises I was making that everything was more than okay, anyways. Every time he pushed himself back into me I saw stars.

"Oh Croc- Waylon!"

"Am I hurtin' ya, sweetheart?"

"N-No just please, k-keep going,"

"You got it; look at you, takin' me like a champ,"

His praise made the simmering heat in my belly turn into a molten flame, and with every thrust of his hips he stoked the fire within me. He still wasn't going as hard as I knew he probably could, but each thrust had my breasts bouncing on my chest. My god, I'd never felt so full. This type of pleasure was on another level. If he went any harder or deeper I knew I would see the head of his cock bulging against my lower belly. At the moment my vision was so hazy from all the stars and feelings he was making me experience that the only things my eyes could focus on were his two golden orbs floating somewhere above me, and his sharp teeth gleaming. He looked so deliciously frightening in the dim lighting of his abode, and I was once again reminded at who exactly was fucking me silly on top of his mattress.

"Fuck," Croc lowered his head, rounding his broad, scaly shoulders as his hips continued pumping in and out of me steadily, "I can't hold out much longer..." His huge hands began to dig his nails into my hips, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good. The little pinpricks of pain made the pleasure between my legs all the more intense. It wasn't long before I was eagerly meeting his thrusts, chasing the inevitable, impending climax that I knew was coming, and fast.

I squeezed my legs around his hips and stretched my arms above my head, trying to push myself as far down on his cock as my body could go, arching my back to the sensation. "I'm close," I whined, and it was so close I could practically taste it.

Croc's thrusts became more pronounced then too, more punctuated and aimed to hit my spots. He removed one of those huge hands from my hips and slotted it between my legs as much as he could fit it to rub my clit, "Come on, little Kris, cum on my cock, milk me dry with this tight little pussy,"

His voice rasping out such explicit, dirty words was my undoing, combined with that scaly finger on my clit, and I was cumming hard, spiraling down the rabbit hole of pleasure, crying out his name, his real name. As soon as my walls clamped down around his member I felt it twitch violently inside me, and the hand that still remained on my hip flew off of me to dig his claws with surprising speed into the dingy mattress aside my head. He roared his release like the sound an actual crocodile would make when it was pissed beyond belief, and I felt his hot seed spill inside of me like lava. The fabric of the mattress material tearing beside my ear made just the right amount of fear liquify my bones, along with the explosive climax, and combined they made it the most intense feeling of pleasure I'd ever experienced.

His hips eventually slowed as did the flow of his own release inside of me, and my walls slowly ceased their pulsing around him, the thunderous rushing of blood in my ears ebbing with each heartbeat.

The last thing I remember seeing before passing out from pure exhaustion was his yellow eyes looking deep into mine. And then I succumbed to the throes of sleep; the quickest I'd ever fallen into slumber.

X.x

Hot. Why was it so hot?

I blinked my eyes open sleepily, my body damp with sweat, and my right side completely burning. I felt like I had fallen asleep in an oven. It was only when I looked up and saw the brick ceilings with the dim lighting, and felt movement on my right side that I remembered where I was.

Holy. Fuck.

The memories of however long ago came violently flooding back to me, and with flushed cheeks I slowly turned my gaze to my right to see a massive, green, scale covered body sidled up next to me atop the mattress. My eyes traveled up the impressive expanse of him - still naked, I noticed with my pulse picking up rapidly - and when I got to those yellow eyes I swore I felt my heartbeat falter. He'd already been looking at me, a calm, content expression on his face, leaning on one elbow and his head propped up off of the mattress while the other casually rested on my right hip.

I gave him a small smile, my face burning from the heat - which I now knew was coming from him - and from my own weirdness during social situations. I really hoped I didn't make this awkward; I'd never had a one night stand before. "Hi," I squeaked out, feeling my sore pussy muscles clench when his mouth quirked in a grin, and his reptilian eyes gleamed.

"Mornin'. How ya feelin' pretty one?"

"Um..." I went over the mental checklist of my body in my mind, trying to consider everything I was feeling at the moment: my legs felt stiff from having been held open so wide before while he'd been fucking me, my pussy was sore from his thick fingers and thicker cock that had stretched me and drilled into me, my hips were already bruised, I could tell, from him squeezing them and unintentionally cutting me with his claws. Plus I was covered in sweat, saliva, and cum. But goddamn, I'd never been so satisfied. "Sore," I admitted, and he let out a chuckle that twisted my insides deliciously, "but good. How about you?"

"No complaints here, little one." He punctuated this with a grin, showcasing those rows and rows of sharp teeth. I realized in this moment that I was not afraid of him - and honestly, I didn't know if I ever really had been. Of course, I'd been scared of what he could have done to me if he decided he wanted to make a snack out of me, but those thoughts no longer plagued my mind. I felt... content. Like I'd befriended someone and was getting to know them, only to find out that we had a lot more in common than we'd initially thought. Or like I was on a date that was going really well. It was hard to explain, but I felt good.

Then of course I thought about yucky adult responsibilities and let out a groan. "Do you know what time it is?" I asked him. I didn't want to ruin either one of our good moods by being the responsible one, but unfortunately my daily anxiety meant my mind was rarely ever at rest.

The large man next to me shrugged the shoulder he wasn't leaning on currently, and answered, "Still early, or late, whichever ya like. You've only been out a couple hours. Can't give ya an exact time, though - no clocks down here." He said it lightly, but instead of finding it humorous I once again found myself feeling empathy for him. They really did treat him like a monster down here.

I shook my head, looking up at the crumbling brick ceiling above us. "I'll get you a clock." I replied quietly. And a pillow, and a blanket, for gods sake.

"Aw, don't sweat, little one. You don't hafta bring me nothin' - don't trouble yourself."

I turned my gaze back on him, fixing him with a look; I'd already made up my mind. "It's no trouble; you deserve basic human amenities just like everyone else. I don't like these conditions you're living in - I didn't know if was this bad."

He smiled genuinely at me, not unkindly, and there was a glimmer of something in his eyes as he said, "It's no skin off my nose, little one. Better than being in a cell, that's for damn sure."

"But you don't even have a clock, you barely have a bed... do you even have a bathroom and a shower down here?" Did he really not see anything wrong with the way he'd been living? Had society really brainwashed him that much that he thought he didn't deserve any better?

Well, I would see to it that things changed for the better - whether he liked it or not.

"I make do," He shrugged once again, like it really was no big deal. "Plus, someone opens the hatch and throws soap down here every once in a while. Don't think they want me around the other inmates. 'Fraid I might do somethin'... violent." Here, he winked a yellow eye at me with a side grin. "That'd be like putting a bunch'a steaks in front of a starving mutt."

I rolled my eyes - I actually rolled my eyes at him, Killer Croc. I could see that I wasn't going to get anywhere tonight trying to get him to see things from my perspective, but I internally resolved that I wasn't going to let the issue go. Instead of arguing the point further, I simply told him, "Well, I'll at least bring you a small alarm clock. I've got a spare."

Here he grinned dangerously, fangs on full display. "Well, I definitely won't say no to seeing you again," Those golden eyes wandered slowly up and down my naked form, and I shivered under his gaze. I definitely wouldn't say no to seeing him again, either, that was for sure.

Unfortunately, though, I knew I had to get going. I didn't want to run into the morning cleaning staff when getting my things out of the office, especially not in the state I was in. I knew it would only lead to questions. And since I didn't know the exact time, I figured it was probably better to go sooner rather than later... though I really didn't want to.

I looked up at Croc, laying next to him on the mattress, and told him, "I should probably go..."

Disappointment flashed in his golden gaze, but he didn't argue the point. I hoped he knew that I wasn't leaving because of him, so I quickly added sternly, "But I'll be back with that clock."

His face lit with a grin, reptilian eyes gleaming with genuine joy, "You can come back anytime. Don't hafta bring me nothin', either; just your pretty little self." I could tell he was trying to sound casual, as was I, but my heart was beating furiously in my chest in a way that was anything but. And there was no mistaking the way his whole visage had lit up when I'd told him I would be back. He wanted to see me again - and I wanted to see him again, too.

Following what I'd said a few moments ago, Croc slowly pushed himself up off of the mattress with another glance at my naked form, and said, "Lemme get'cha those clothes." When he rose up off of the bed I, of course, also had to study his naked body. It was like if Adonis had scales and was over eight feet tall. I forced myself to look away from his tight ass and tried to pay attention to other things. If I got turned on again, I'd never leave. My brain told me this would not necessarily be a bad thing, and I readily agreed, but also I didn't want to be reported missing, and possibly get both of us in trouble if I was found down here with him.

While he walked over to a small nightstand a few feet away (at the very least they gave him that), crouching down in front of it to open a drawer, my eyes wandered down in front of me to see what the state of my body was like after the most amazing sex of my life. And it was then that I saw something I hadn't even realized the whole time I'd been on the bed, and especially not in the throes of passion: I still had my shoes on.

I snickered quietly as my black and white converse stared back at me. I guessed I'd been too distracted to remember to take them off.

"Whatcha laughin' at, little one?" Croc asked with amusement. I turned my head and saw him walking back towards me where I lay on the mattress, and also noticed to my internal disappointment that he had put his own pants back on.

Smiling up at his amused expression I told him, "I, uh, forgot to take off my shoes during... while we were, um..." The thought of what we'd done, and what had been done to me, flustered me. Not in a bad way, but enough that I couldn't finish my sentence and it dissolved into the air.

Croc chuckled lowly, which made me want to clench my thighs together, and he replied, "Think your mind was preoccupied with other things." He said this while his eyes traveled up the expanse of my nude form, and when they reached mine he flashed me a wink once more. I ducked my head in embarrassment, smiling widely as my cheeks flushed, and he laughed quietly. Then he stepped closer to the mattress and leaned down to hand me the presumed item of clothing he was holding, which I noticed was the same color orange as the pants he wore. "Don't think the other pants I have will fit ya, but this should be long enough on ya to cover the goods."

I unfolded the item of clothing and saw that it was a long sleeved orange t-shirt - Arkham issued, of course - and it would indeed be long enough to be a literal dress on me. I looked up at him and smiled in gratitude. "Thanks, I'll wash it and bring it back to you."

He easily returned my smile, and huffed with a bemused shake of his head, "You're somethin' else, little Kris."

His tone and words sent warm tingles throughout my whole body as I sat up on the mattress, and I pulled the material over my head, partially to hide the blush I knew was on my face. When I had his shirt on and comfortably situated, I smoothed back my hair as best as I could, which was a task and a half even though it only fell to just below my shoulders. I took the hair tie that was thankfully still on my wrist and tied back my black locks so they hopefully didn't look too crazy. So maybe it wouldn't look like I'd just had the best sex of my life and was now trying to inconspicuously sneak out - which was absolutely the case. Plus, to top it all off, I would now be walking out of here wearing his clothes.

Once I was ready, Croc reached out a hand to help me up and I took it gratefully, once again putting my hand in his like I had done not just a few hours earlier while we had made our deal. He helped pull me up off of the mattress on the ground, and I hadn't realized how much I would be relying on his strength until I was actually standing. Immediately my legs were incredibly wobbly, like a fawn taking its first steps, and I had to hold onto him and his big body with both of my hands. The tender area between my thighs was still sticky, but thankfully none of it ran down my legs. Since I didn't have any underwear on, that was something I would've been kind of self conscious about since I now had to go upstairs to get my stuff so I could go home. I really didn't need, and neither did he, both of our combined DNA dripping out of me and onto the floor - that would surely be something no one else needed to discover, for both of our safety.

"You gonna be okay?" he asked me, both of his hands holding onto my waist to insure that I didn't fall over.

"I think so," I blushed sheepishly once again at the thought of why my legs were so wobbly. The twenty minute drive home was sure to be fun, I thought to myself. Not. I looked both ways, wondering how exactly I was going to be getting out of here. Earlier he'd mentioned something about a back exit. And I wondered: if he knew about a back exit, what was stopping him from escaping out said exit?

Before I could ask him, he had noticed me looking around and gestured with his head down the tunnel beyond his 'room' area - the one we hadn't come down on the way here. "Down that way, not too far," he grunted. He led me over to the edge of the thick slab of brick we were standing on, then hoisted me up into his arms once again, explaining, "Gonna hafta get back in the water, though - hold tight, pretty one."

I smiled to myself against his chest, thinking of the first time he'd said that to me this evening. He then leapt us into the gently running water and held my body tightly to his to keep me from slipping out of his grip, and I wrapped my arms around his neck for the same reason. Also, I couldn't resist.

As we began the trek down the dim tunnel of the old sewers once more this evening, Croc asked me suddenly, "So, what were you doin' here so late, anyways?"

I realized then that he probably had no idea what I actually did at the asylum. It was clear to him that I worked here, but he didn't necessarily know which department. "Working late; I work in the clerks office to do paperwork and stuff like that, and I volunteered to do some overtime tonight." When I'd come to be in his abode it had been around eight pm. Normally my shift ended at four-thirty, but I'd volunteered to stay until eight to help catch up on some extra work. Before I'd left for the night, I'd stepped out of the office to use the bathroom before my drive home, and, well, that was when I'd been ambushed by the guards and orderlies. Little did they know, they'd done me a favor, it seemed - for myself and for my scaly companion.

He nodded, taking in that information as he continued walking us down the watery tunnel, walking a lot slower than he had before, when he'd been taking us to his 'room' area to complete our deal. Almost as if he was reluctant for me to leave... "Well, as much as I wanna tear every one of those idiots to pieces for doing what they did to you, I can't say that I'm upset that you stumbled on in here tonight. Quite the opposite, in fact."

I smiled at his words, and quietly replied, "Same here." His yellow eyes flicked down to look at me, and while he didn't respond verbally I could see that same intensity as I had many times this evening, brewing behind his gaze. Intensity and warmth.

After a few more moments of comfortable silence we reached the end of the tunnel, which came out to a circle shaped opening where water was draining out into a small waterfall down a concrete siding into the lake surrounding the island. There were thick vertical bars going across the exit, and they looked to be spaced just far enough apart that I could squeeze through them. Along the sides of the tunnel there were very narrow walkways, and both led up to the opening right to the bars. Croc brought me up to the siding on the left and gently set me on my feet, and gestured towards the exit, "This comes out right below the parking lot."

That worked out perfectly. I felt relief in knowing that I wouldn't be stumbling around Arkham island in the dark right next to the lake, with nothing but Croc's oversized shirt and my shoes on. I at least knew where I was. And from the parking lot I could get back into my building, retrieve my stuff, and finally go home.

I turned to Croc, wondering what I should even say to him. Thanks for the amazing sex? Thanks for not murdering me? See you later? What does one even say in a situation like this?

I took a moment to think, looking him up and down, my eyes going back to his yellow gaze as they always seemed to be drawn there. Then I said, "I'll be back with that clock, and," I added, hoping this would sound flirty like it did in my mind and not come off as desperate, "I'm prepared to make another deal for it."

Like I'd hoped he would, he gave me a grin and a huff of laughter, which sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. He returned with, "Well in that case, I hope to be seein' ya real soon." And he finished with a wink.

I smiled back at him, cheeks hot, and told him genuinely, "Then it's a done deal. Thank you for tonight... See you around, Waylon."

Before I could talk myself out of it and convince myself to stay longer, I turned and slipped through the old metal bars, careful not to step in the running water with my shoes on, stepped out onto the grass alongside the flat cement drainage ditch. Before I began walking up the hill towards the parking lot, I gave him one last look into the darkness of the tunnel, just barely able to see his outline and those eyes illuminated by the moonlight from outside. Then I turned and headed up the hill, and the whole time, my cheeks hurt from how big I was smiling. Done deal, indeed.

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AN: I do not own the Batman: Arkham Asylum franchise or any of it's characters, but Kris is my own OC.

also, some songs i listened to (on repeat) while writing this~: EAT ME - Demi Lovato feat. Royal & the Serpent (naturally) Perfect Lover - Britney Spears (don't ask plz lol) Get Naked (I Got a Plan) - Britney Spears Doomsayer - Hatebreed Break the Ice - Britney Spears You Don't Own Me - SAYGRACE feat. G-Eazy Gimme More - Britney Spears Come Together - Demi Lovato Gangsta - Kehlani

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