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Once everyone had taken their places, Vel took to drumming his fingers on the table in front of him. It was all such a longshot. A totally blind date was one thing when it was a friend of a friend, or anyone he knew at all had some association with them. Sitting there, he was subject to the whims of the event’s mysterious host. It could have been anyone, and yet the short purple drake had seen fit to submit all his personal preferences to an online survey, all while trying not to worry that it was some big scheme to steal his identity. That there were so many other people there, awaiting their partners was a little comforting to him, at least.

He couldn't help but notice he had something in common with everyone already seated and waiting. They were similarly slim, short, or just generally gentle and flustered-looking. A deer boy gave him a shy smile when he glanced that way. A soft husky girl couldn’t even meet his gaze for a second, squirming in her seat with anticipation. A silver-furred hyena gave him a timid wave and a nervous chuckle. It gradually occurred to him that he was in the designated bottoms area. Well, that worked for him.

If there was one thing he was looking for when he was filling out his information, it was that he was looking for a [i]manly[/i] man. He hoped they actually listened to that part. Some of the dates walking out to meet their matches were exactly his type, but they weren’t there for him. He watched the door and got his anticipation up, only to be disappointed when some big, handsome guy walked right by him to sit with one of the other participants. After a while, he was starting to worry they’d forgotten about him. Or worse - there was no one who matched him. Just as he was starting to feel embarrassed about getting left in the cold, surrounded by happy chatter and plentiful flirting, he saw [i]him[/i].

Oh no. Not [i]that one[/i]. Vel had no idea who that was, but from a two-second glance he was certain that was way too much crocodile for him, or for anyone really. He found himself quickly running through the answers he’d given to those survey questions again. Big. Strong. Reptilian a plus. Knows what he wants. No pushover. And so on. Maybe he’d been a little too worked up, daydreaming about the perfect stud to sweep him off his feet. Instead, he was getting an absolute brute of a man, one who confirmed he was there for Vel when he locked a pair of orange eyes on his prey.

The spreading grin came with some lumbering, thumping footsteps that Vel could feel beneath his own feet. The croc was surprisingly fast for his size - which was to say he was a massive, thickly-built wall of grey scales and bronze ridges, with a great big gut and yet enough muscle that carrying all that around didn’t give him any trouble. He looked like he didn’t even fit in the room, and the regular-sized chair in front of him would have been laughable to try to sit on. Instead, he pulled it out, and lifted one meaty five-toed foot to rest atop it. Leaning down to get a better look at his partner, he let a low rumble rise in his throat. Vel could feel that too. Only after a thorough inspection did he speak, in a voice so guttural Vel wasn’t even sure he was hearing words at first.

“So? What are you?”

Vel was so stricken by the question, the tone, and the [i]presence[/i] of the man in front of him that he couldn’t even think of a response.

“Huh?”

“Your whole deal. Dragon? Kobold?”

“Oh. Um. I’m a drake, actually ...”

“What’s that? Somethin’ in between?”

“Something like that. I’m, uh ...” He stopped for a moment, pondering whether it was even a good idea to give such a fearsome creature his name. “I’m Vel.”

“Gotcha.” The croc made a fist and pointed to his chest with his thumb. “Xerxes.”

“It’s nice to meet you, um ...”

“Yeah. Whole thing’s pretty awkward isn’t it?”

“Yeah ... but it’s not your -”

Xerxes raised a hand.

“Look. I got an idea.” A grin started to spread over his jaws once more, showing off those overlapping teeth. “You’re cute. Could stand here lookin’ at ya all night, but I’m feeling real crowded in a place like this. How about we skip the form-ualities and head to a place I know? It’s real romantic. Promise.”

Trusting someone with that many teeth, who could have bitten him in two before anyone could do anything about it didn’t feel like the wisest course of action, but that was putting aside everything [i]else[/i] about Xerxes. He was so strong. His presence and scent were unusually warm. His eyes had a fiery gaze to match. Maybe there was a little dragon in him too. His sheer heft looked like he could have just walked through walls if he didn’t feel like taking the door, and Vel just kept picturing how good it would feel to have all that scaly bulk pressed against him. Dangerous, gruff, but charming in his own way, the croc had won him over with a mere few words.

How far that attraction went to earning complete trust remained to be seen. Vel was happy to follow the croc out of the venue and onto the street, where plenty of people could see the two of them together. When Xerxes’ guidance eventually led them to the mouth of a deep, dark alley, Vel had to hesitate for a second at least. That was the kind of place he always knew to avoid, the kind of place where the streetlights seemed to never touch, where all manner of shady characters were sure to dwell. People like, well, the croc himself. He noticed the delay and glanced back with a grin that he might have meant to be playful.

“What? You scared?”

“Oh! No, I just ... “ Vel shrugged. “I just remember hearing to avoid this spot in particular.”

“Not bad advice. Don’t worry though. Worst thing down there’s gonna be me.” Xerxes beamed, proudly. “Ah, come on though, I’m on my best behaviour tonight. Besides, anything ends up happening to you, I know a guy.”

Vel couldn’t help but chuckle. “Shouldn’t you be telling me nothing’s gonna happen to me?”

“Look. I’m a big guy. Lots of weight to throw around. Just being realistic.” He patted his gut a few times just to emphasize that heft. “Always be prepared for the worst. That’s what I tell everyone who has to deal with me, heh. Now c’mon.”

That was exactly the kind of thing that had the drake biting his lip and following the crocodile into the dark. He simply [i]had[/i] to know what Xerxes was planning for him. Even if it was some sort of back alley ambush. Instead, the croc walked on until he got to a nondescript door at the back of a building. He produced a set of keys and opened it up, ushering Vel inside, closing it behind him to lock up again. Wherever they were going, he really didn’t want anyone else wandering in and interrupting them.

Vel’s heart was racing, for a number of reasons. They were standing there in the dark, with only the croc’s eyes visible. Did they give off a bit of light of their own? He wanted to ask about that, but maybe it was a bit early to start inquiring into one’s species heritage. The rest of Xerxes lit up soon enough when he flipped some big switches, lighting up what first looked like a warehouse, but then was more clearly a rough old gym. With its dirty mats, peeling paint, and a boxing ring planted right in the middle of the room, it made Vel immediately think about movies about a fighter rising to the top. All of them, really.

“Pretty cool, right?” Xerxes shrugged. “Know it ain’t much, but one of the first places I used to come when I got out. Still like swinging by here now and then. Gives me time to think.”

Vel’s initial hesitation gave way to a soft smile when he realized the croc was being genuine. “About what?”

Xerxes snorted. “Shit, with this thick head of mine? Not much. Better than being pissed off all the time though. Here, come sit.”

He grabbed a whole bench with one hand and dragged it over without any apparent strain, though Vel still got a good look at the muscles bulging on one leathery arm. The croc had a seat, and the drake followed, sitting close to his gigantic date. Xerxes leaned his head down a little so he wasn’t towering over the drake the whole time. In the bright light, he didn’t look [i]quite[/i] so intimidating, but his size was still insane to Vel. The drake could hardly believe someone that big could move, much less with such ease. One thing the croc said was still on his mind.

“Oh, if it’s alright - when you said [i]got out[/i], did you mean ... ?”

Xerxes nodded a couple times. “Caught that, huh? You’re a smart one. Yeah, did my time, you’re lookin’ at a reformed cit-o-zen. That doesn’t freak you out or nothin’ does it?”

Vel shook his head, maybe a bit too quickly. “Nah. Can I ask what for?”

“Ehhh. Nothing cool. Being a short tempered dumbass. Bound to happen. Workin’ on it, though.” Xerxes spread his arms out to gesture to the place around him. “Hitting stuff I’m allowed to helps. But I’ve got ways to calm down that don’t involve breaking something. You believe me if I said I had a flower garden?”

The drake pictured the big guy carefully tipping a watering can over a carefully cultivated bouquet. It made him smile. “Yeah, I believe you.”

“Good.”

“How about this place? Did you ever get into any fights? For money, I mean.”

“Tried to.” The croc shrugged. “Nobody wanted to go against me for some reason. Guess that makes me undefeated. Still pretty good at it, though. You wanna see?”

“Sure!” Vel said, only to hold up his hands. “Unless you mean on me.”

“Nah. No offense but I’d turn you to dust. Here.”

Up the croc got, leaping to his feet with that same surprising speed he’d shown before. He looked back to make sure Vel was watching and when he dashed over to one of the punching bags hanging in front of him. A few quick jabs let him show off some footwork, dodging and weaving around like he actually knew what he was doing. He was more than brute strength - though his audience meant he couldn’t help rearing back and letting a huge haymaker fly, accompanied by a roar that echoed through the gym.

The bag split open and then the chain above snapped in half, sending the whole thing tumbling to the floor after doing several flips to fling stuffing everywhere. Vel watched it go with his eyes wide, while Xerxes just slumped his shoulders once he managed to calm himself again.

“Fuck. I’m gonna owe for that. Ah, well, I’ll tell her I broke it impressing a date.” He turned back to offer that crooked grin again. “Assuming of course you got anything out of that.”

Vel had been so polite up until then that he realized he hadn’t even been showing how turned on he was just to be with the huge croc. He wiggled in his seat and offered a proper grin.

“That was hot.”

“Knew I liked ya. Was worried I’d be too much for someone, well, your size.”

“Nope. It’s funny, I was thinking while I was filling out that survey, there’s probably no one out there as manly as I’m asking for, so there’s no harm exaggerating my preferences a little, you know? I didn’t expect them to match me up with someone who’s everything I wanted.”

“Aww now you’re flattering me. Guess it’s true though. Lots of man here. Enough for ya?”

The croc stood up tall, straightening his usual hunch and squat so he could rise to full height. He was already a giant, but that only made him look even bigger. Giving Vel a show of a great big flex, with his gut sticking out a little under his shirt, and his bulge getting hugged tight even by a pair of loose-fitting pants meant the drake was struggling not to get hard from that alone. He nibbled on his lips and curled his toes, but Vel couldn’t fight it down. That croc was just too hot, and he wanted to get closer. Xerxes had the same idea. He nodded in the direction of the ring.

“You wanna help me practice a little? Maybe we could wrestle for a bit. Have ourselves a match. I’ll take it easy on you, promise.”

“Ohhh, that sounds like a really bad idea.” Vel hopped to his feet. “I’m in.”

“Hell yeah. C’mon.”

Climbing into the ring was a matter of jumping up onto the side and stepping over the top rope for Xerxes. The whole thing shook and rattled under his weight, but it held steady. Vel himself had to use the steps, and it was easier for him to just crawl under the bottom rope on his hands and knees than anything. The croc had already taken up his position, leaning in one of the corners, and so the drake took the one opposite him. He was pretty sure he’d had nightmares just like what he was currently experiencing, and at the same time he realized he was a few more throbs from full mast. Xerxes definitely didn’t seem to mind.

“Alright, come on, come at me. No referee here. No holds barred.”

Vel fully intended to try. He knew he didn’t have so much as chance, but that was what made it fun. He stepped forth and circled with the croc a few times, his heart pounding, his dick admittedly tenting his shorts the entire time. The more they moved, the more time he spent near the croc’s lightly sweaty scent, the more he was getting completely wrapped up in him. Yet for as horny as he was, when he saw an opportunity, he went for it. He was [i]pretty sure[/i] Xerxes was off balance for half a second, showing off like that, springing from one foot to the other. He rushed, lunged, and went for an ankle.

At the very least, the drake managed to get what he was after. He wrapped his whole body around one of the croc’s legs, and proceeded to realize he didn’t have much of a plan from there. Xerxes didn’t so much as stagger, of course. Instead, he lifted a foot and left the drake clinging to him, giving him an amused look.

“Well, you got me. That go as well as you hoped?”

“Nope.”

“Think you’d like it if I stepped on ya a little right now? Careful-like, of course.”

“... yeah.”

A few shakes made the drake eventually lose his grip. He fell to the mat - which was surprisingly hard, he discovered - and laid there staring up at the croc. Xerxes looked like a god from that angle. He was impossibly big, and all that weight was balanced on a single foot while the other came slowly towards Vel’s face. If the drake’s survival instincts were stronger, he would have rolled out of the way, but he wanted to know what it was like to get smothered under the sole of a warm, scaly, sweat-glazed croc foot. It was everything he hoped for.

Xerxes even managed to wrap his toes around the drake’s muzzle while he was gently stepping on him. Grinding his sole into Vel’s mouth and nose ensured the drake was good and saturated with a musk he found he greatly enjoyed. Vel wasn’t afraid to sniff so deeply it was obvious what he was doing. He got his snout between those thick toes eventually, breathing deeply, and soon he couldn’t help a little licking. Xerxes gave a low, good-natured chuckle. Then he moved down.

Sliding his sole over Vel’s chest, he eventually got to that bulge. Impressive, for a drake. He stepped on it. At least he was careful, even more so than he’d been with Vel’s face. Still, even that tiny fraction of his weight pressing down on the drake’s confined dick left Vel moaning and grinding, whimpering too. He was writhing with pleasure from just a little pressure, enough so that he murmured out a little apology.

“Unngh. Sorry, I’m being such a whore.”

“Damn, is that something to be sorry for? I got a lot of apologizing to do myself, then.”

Vel laughed at that and accepted the croc’s offer of a hand to help him back to his feet. Except it wasn’t just a helping hand. Xerxes yanked him right up and into the air, quickly wrapping him up in a big, scaly bear hug that left Vel’s bulge pressed right up against the croc’s gut. The way Xerxes was squeezing him, it was like he was encouraging the drake to hump a little. Blushing though he was, Vel couldn’t help a little rubbing against such a solid, round barrel of a belly. It was as strong as it was fat, firm beneath the initial squish.

“Dropped your guard. Match ain’t over until the bell rings, and I don’t see no, uh, bell-ringer I guess they’re called.”

The croc put his opponent in a headlock of sorts, tucking the drake’s head into his underarm. Vel gave him a little kiss there. He was getting more and more turned on the longer he spent pressed close to the croc, smelling him, tasting him, feeling his hot, heaving breaths washing over him. Okay, Xerxes [i]definitely[/i] had to have some dragon in him, for the amount of heat he was putting out. Vel couldn’t let that curiosity go, no matter how much he was stretching and straining his bottoms with every urgent pulse of his cock. Xerxes patted him on the butt.

“You’re gonna split those pants if I keep you like this any longer. How about we take a break and get ready for round two? This time, naked.”

“Shouldn’t we be oiled up for that?”

Xerxes chortled. “Damn. Shoulda thought of that. Hey, serious though, watch the scales, especially on the back. Don’t wanna cut ya.”

He set the drake down and stepped back. There was an expectant look on his face, and in the horny haze it took a few seconds for Vel to realize it was his turn first. He was going to have to earn himself a naked croc. Being all flustered meant his limbs were a little shaky, and his clothes were clinging to him, so a sexy striptease wasn’t exactly on the table. Xerxes was just going to have to settle for a very worked up drake hopping about and dragging himself out of his clothes as best he could. At least Vel didn’t fall over in the process of revealing his slim, naked form and his stiff shaft, standing up tall for the croc watching him so closely.

A low rumble and a slow nod of his head was all the approval he needed from Xerxes. After that, it was the croc’s turn. He was similarly inelegant about the whole thing, but that wasn’t what Vel cared about. A grab, a tug, and a toss meant the croc was topless, showing off that gut, those taut pecs, and everything else. It took him a little longer to wiggle his way out of his pants, especially getting his thick tail out through the hole. The bulge he was sporting in a supportive jockstrap made Vel realize just how loose those pants had been. And it was even better when the croc got that off and tossed it at the drake’s head. Vel dodged at the last second, only to regret it.

Losing their support meant the croc’s nuts dropped [i]low[/i]. Vel wondered how he even walked around with a set that fat. He was a little disappointed to see the croc’s cock was still soft, resting atop that enormous pair, but that just let the drake appreciate how big it was without even getting turned on yet. Even soft, he was bigger than Vel. And just getting admired by the wide-eyed drake was enough for the first twitch. Vel was proud he could cause that with a mere look. He was so busy staring he almost forgot about they were slated for a proper [i]match[/i].

Xerxes announced himself clearly. He bellowed as he barrelled forth, leaving the drake little time to dodge. The croc hit the ropes and bounced back, playing up his own clumsiness. He even made a show of looking all staggered and dumb in the middle of the ring, ready for Vel’s counterattack. The drake was going to have to think about this one a little harder. He couldn’t just charge and make a grab for him. Would Xerxes care if he actually kicked him? The croc probably wouldn’t even have felt it, really. As he was pondering, the seemingly stunned giant gave a swing of his huge, powerful tail and took the drake out at the shins. In a moment, Vel was flat on his back again.

“Too slow.”

Xerxes rushed over, planting his feet on either side of the fallen drake. Vel looked up at him, a bit stunned, but he was happy to forgive the soreness Xerxes caused when he was getting such a good look at those big fat balls. He was about to get an even better look.

“This time, I’m really gonna rub it in. And [i]still[/i] undefeated champ, right here.”

Down came Xerxes, crouching himself over his thoroughly defeated opponent and date alike. It didn’t take long before Vel’s entire vision was nothing but croc nuts. He got smothered and he got teabagged by the scaly beast, completely enveloped in the pure musk he’d already been admiring through the clothes. There was plenty to huff, plenty to lick clean, and he did it all while Xerxes slowly bounced atop his face, really grinding that drake snout right in the middle of his sack.

“Ohhh, yeah, I fuckin love that little tongue. Feels way better than it should.”

The croc’s rumbles just kept rising. Vel could feel them. They were vibrating through the whole scaly mountain’s body, right down to his balls. All the drake could do was lap at them, and sometimes bury his nose in between them for a deep, mind-blurring sniff. Xerxes kept himself in a careful squat so there wasn’t too much weight on the poor drake, but his balls alone were enough to keep Vel pinned. There were no complaints from the smaller reptile, who worked and worshipped until he was dripping, and Xerxes was firming up from all the attention.

Once the croc was at half-mast, he pulled himself up and let Vel breath again, briefly. This time, he just snatched the drake by the head, dragging him over to one of the corners so he could sit. With his legs spread wide, he shoved Vel’s face against his dick, grinding it on his face until there was a slick layer of pre clinging to the drake’s features. He loved the way it stuck to his scales, marking him, getting him thoroughly claimed by that brute. Smelling like Xerxes was probably the safest thing he could do in the city. The croc gave a rising bellow once his inner rumbles rose up to a peak.

“Fuck. Getting so worked up. You just say something if I get too scary for you, got it?”

“Mmhmmf.” Vel wasn’t in a great spot to speak when he was busy pushing his tongue under the croc’s thick foreskin, but he appreciated the care.

There was so much good to taste, and he lapped around the head of that plump dick until he had a steady stream of precum pouring into his open mouth. That, he chugged down as quickly as it came, eagerly licking and sucking for more. The size of the croc’s cock meant he was straining his jaw just to get a little drake muzzle wrapped around it, but it seemed so worth it. Just feeling it flex and throb between his lips was all the reward he needed. The grunts and huffs of the croc himself just made it all the better. No matter how small Vel was compared to that behemoth, he could still make him feel good.

Maybe it was the sheer excitement of the moment, but Vel swore he was getting better at sucking cock with every passing second. He just kept going down on it without stopping, not even choking in the process. Maybe he flinched a little when it touched the back of his throat, but that was reasonable. Pressing on until he was up on the tips of his toes just to get a better angle on all that dick, he sucked and slobbered his very best. Even Xerxes had to huff with how impressed he was by that display. Nothing could stop Vel, even when his neck was bulging with the outline of a big fat dick, and the croc took full advantage of that.

All bent over like that, barely balancing on his toes, Vel looked like he could use some help. Xerxes was happy to provide it, in the form of clutching the drake by the detail, supporting him, pulling him closer. The croc moved his hips just a little bit at first. Then a little faster. Vel gave a deep, wet [i]GLURK[/i] when he felt the big guy gently fucking his face. It only got wetter when Xerx lifted him higher and higher, pulling him by the tail, bringing him into a handstand of sorts. A greedy snatch of his ankles, with one huge, scaly fist wrapped around them both made for a good handle.

Vel didn’t intend to become a sleeve for that giant when he started licking his cock. It all just came so naturally. He kept sucking and swallowing. A whole mess of juices were shooting down his throat, so he gulped. That cock was stretching his jaw, so he drooled on it, making it all the wetter. The croc fucked him with something resembling care, working slowly, firmly, thumping Vel right down to the base of his dick so the drake could feel those massive nuts hitting his chin, could get his face mashed right into that big fucking gut with every single stroke. He was hardly even sucking anymore so much as he was just getting used as a warm, wet hole. That worked fine for him.

The taste on his tongue and the scent in his nostrils was only growing more enticingly intense the longer he lasted. He was guzzling precum. It felt like the croc was already cumming inside him, but the rising grunts and rumbles alike hadn’t quite reached a peak yet. Xerxes thumped his tail down and shook the whole ring. He gripped Vel a little tighter around the legs, and the waist as well. Pumping him, using him, filling him up, stretching that gullet, the croc sounded like he was building to a roar, but instead he took the time to slow down and speak in a pleasured grunt.

“Gonna fuckin blow ... in your mouth okay?”

Vel really didn’t know how he was supposed to answer that one. Everything he could have used for communication was currently very occupied by a thick crocodile cock. He sucked a little harder. That was going to have to do when it came to affirming an enthusiastic yes. Swallowing, slurping, using his lips and tongue and palate alike to massage Xerxes to a peak was enough to make Vel feel like he was going to cum too. The excitement of feeling those rumbles boil over into a big croc bellow, of hearing Xerx snapping his jaws at the air with vicious pleasure kept Vel throbbing right through every blissful second he spent swallowing a thick load of crocodile cum as directly from the source as possible.

He barely so much as got a chance to taste it before it was sloshing in his belly, shooting straight up his inverted throat. Xerxes drained his nuts inside the drake and didn’t stop until Vel looked like he was going to pass out. It wasn’t that he felt especially exhausted. Vel wanted to stay right there, to taste it all and drool on that dick for even longer, but the croc wasn’t about to break him just yet. There was still plenty of fun for them both to have. Slowly, messily pulling out of that bulging throat, he ended up cumming right in Vel’s face for a second before finally setting the drenched and stuffed drake down flat between his meaty thighs.

Vel took a moment to recover, all sprawled out, coughing at first, then just panting. He drooled plenty of cum to let some of the pressure off his belly. Yet the tension couldn’t fully drain from his body. Not when he was so hard he was spurting on the mat beneath him. He needed [i]something[/i] to deal with that. Even just a good stroking to finish him off would have been generous enough. Yet when he shook his head and recentered his vision, he found himself staring at a slathered cock that was just as stiff as when he started sucking it. Glancing a little higher revealed the most lecherous croc grin of all. Vel wasn’t going to have to wait, and there was certainly no need to beg. Xerxes already had an idea.

“Lookit you. Goddamn you’re good at that.”

Vel coughed again when he tried to reply, drooling a little more cum in the process. Xerxes waited for him.

“I didn’t even know I could [i]do[/i] that.”

The croc snorted. “Hear that a lot. Adapt to survive or some shit like that. So, you wanna get fucked?”

He pivoted to that without even a pause between sentences. Vel was in no position to think too deeply about it. He could feel his body trembling with the urge to just collapse, but he wasn’t about to let that happen. No, he [i]needed[/i] that dick inside of him. He was already clenching up tight just thinking about it. Which was probably the opposite of what he should have been doing to prepare, no matter how well-lubed Xerxes was after a good sucking.

“You’re not gonna go [i]too[/i] hard on me, right?”

Xerxes shrugged. “Just as hard as you like it. Got a sense for that.”

“You’re really good at being reassuring and not reassuring at all at the same time.”

“I got talents. C’mere.”

Vel sighed and closed his eyes when he felt himself getting scooped up into the croc’s arms once more. It felt good to be that weightless. Xerxes gripped him by the hips, turned him around, and put him right where he needed to be. Vel kicked his legs up in the air and lifted his tail, doing his best to relax the rest of his muscles. That didn’t help much. Dangling like that, he was so tense that the first few prods of sex-soaked croc cock between his cheeks didn’t amount to anything. Xerxes pushed a little more, but he wasn’t going to force it.

“Ah, Hang on. Just gotta get you comfy.”

His strength was such that he could have held the entire drake in place and fucked him for hours without faltering, but instead he carried Vel along until he could lay him out like a blanket on the mat. Vel kept his tail up even if he was dreading what was about to happen as much as wanting it. Having the entire croc on top of him meant a whole lot of weight pinning him down, especially with that heavy gut squishing to his back and keeping him in place. At least Xerxes was careful not to completely crush him. Vel could breath just fine too, aside from the shaky huffs of anticipation that soon turned to pleasure once he felt the croc spreading him and penetrating him nice and slowly.

Taking it like that allowed him to adjust to that size a half inch at a time. For such a brute, Xerxes could be gentle. He was in control of that whole big body, sinking smoothly forth, stretching but never breaking the nervous drake. Such trembling trepidation melted away in favour of uncontrollable ecstasy once Xerxes got deep enough. Vel nearly came on the spot. He went through all the motions, trembling, pumping, spurting, clenching down on that dick, but he held back just enough to enjoy the buildup just a little longer.

Eventually he found the stretch to stretch his arms out and plant his hands down, arching his back, raising his hips. Of course, he got flattened again by even the smallest thrust. Xerxes got his hips moving once he had enough inside. He wasn’t balls-deep, though his nuts were fat enough that Vel could feel them tapping the back of his thighs anyway with those small humps and grinds. The slightest motion sent pleasure shooting straight up his spine, and the sound of Xerxes’ fond rumbles and even hisses of enjoyment sent that same feeling crackling right down his back again.

“Yeah, that’s a good drake ... fits you just right.”

Maybe that was being generous. Even halfway inside, Xerxes’ cock already made for an impressive bulge in Vel’s middle. The drake gave it a stroke, even a squeeze, feeling it throbbing right through his belly scales. That he was taking it that deep was already impressive. Any more would have just been dangerous. He was already one slip away from being turned into a pancake by the big damn croc on his back. Yet he trusted that beast, even once the huffing started and the momentum grew more intimidating.

That steam-engine puffing from the croc’s jaws came with something almost like smoke. This time, Vel didn’t have the capacity to speculate on the reason for that. He was busy moaning like a whore with every single little thrust, every little thump on his butt from the enormous crocodile fucking his ass. Slowly, but firmly, then more firmly still, he got his momentum going, his hips working, and his cock sinking ever so slightly deeper into the drake with every single pump back and forth.

Yet even as his pace increased and he started thudding down on the drake with slightly concerning force, he didn’t lose himself. Instead, he took a moment between grumble-groans to check on him.

“You okay, Vel? You let me know if you want me to slow down. Takes a sec to put on the brakes.”

“Nnnh ... I want ... I want ...”

“Yeah?” Xerxes naturally eased up while he waited for Vel to finish that sentence, just in case.

With a deep breath and a brace of his muscles, Vel poured all his remaining energy into one last desperate word.

“[i]Harder.[/i]”

“Heh, damn ... you asked for it ...”

Xerxes eased into it as before, but it didn’t take long until Vel wondered if he’d made a terrible mistake. Even if the croc wasn’t using anything close to his full strength, he was going harder, then harder still. He pushed in until he had three-quarters of his cock inside Vel on every thrust, and that meant spanking the drake hard with nuts. Getting sweatier, steamier, dripping on the smaller guy beneath him, he worked himself towards that ominous rumbling peak all over again until the bassy resonance drowned out the wet slapping strokes and Vel’s aching, needy moans and cries.

There was no stopping him anymore. He was going fast, he was fucking hard, driving into Vel until the drake felt like he was going to break or faint. Vel didn’t even get a chance to fight down the orgasm that overtook him. One good thump in the right spot, pressing all his buttons just right, pressing [i]the[/i] button just right and he was spurting. There was no stopping him. He gushed and splattered and drained his aching balls all over the mat, clenching on the croc’s cock as if challenging him to keep fucking without filling him up. It didn’t take long before he got his wish.

Xerxes snorted, grunted, even sounded like he was snarling for a second or two. He snapped his jaws shut behind Vel’s head and made that drake flinch, but he didn’t do any harm. Aside perhaps from the sheet bloating that followed. While Vel was still busy cumming all over the mat, soaking himself in hot spunk, he got even hotter thanks to the deep belly stretching that followed him getting his butt bred by that bitch-breaking cock. There was already plenty of cum sloshing around inside the drake, and he was just going to have to get round and wobbly if he wanted to hold even more of it pouring out of Xerxes’ dick.

That roaring rumble was deafening, echoing around the empty gym while he creamed Vel full and then fully still. The pleasure of getting used for a condom ensured Vel didn’t stop cumming, even when it was starting to get concerning. He was sore by the time his cock finally stopped shooting, and he didn’t care. His new cum-gut was pressed down to the mat and the croc atop him wasn’t letting up just yet. Xerxes left his dick right where it was until he’d shot every single drop of spunk he had left right into that poor, lucky drake.

Even when he was done, he held on, panting a little, sweating on Vel, getting that warm scent really soaked into his hot date. At least he was careful about slowly pulling out, easing his way along and stopping when Vel whimpered. It all finished with a huge, wet [i]POP[/i] that sent cum splashing down Vel’s taint and puddling between his legs. A steaming, drenched, defeated mess, the drake was more than willing to call Xerxes the winner of their little wrestling match. A little pat on the back was supposed to be friendly, but it just knocked him flat again when he tried to struggle to his knees.

“Hey, you did great. Didn’t fuss or nothing. You okay?”

“Mmmm. Mmm? Mm.” Vel scrunched his eyes shut and did his best to do a full-body diagnostic, so to speak. He was a little tenderized, and very fatigued, but it didn’t seem like there was anything immediately concerning. “I think I’ll know better in the morning.”

“Heheh. Well, I’ll take it. Don’t sound like you regret it.”

“Not one bit. God, Xerxes, you’re just ...”

“A stud? A king? A god?”

Vel laughed and sputtered alike. “Wasn’t going to go that far, but I'm in no position to argue.”

“Ahh, argue all you want. I’m not that bad.”

With a smile on his face, Vel managed to pick himself up just enough to wiggle over and cling to one of Xerxes’ legs again, this time without trying to wrestle him down.

“You’re not bad at all.”

“Heh. Maybe a little. Think you want my number when I drop you off? Would love to fuck ya again. Or, you know. Just hang out. Got more places I could show ya. Might be kinda boring, but, eh.”

“I’d love that, Xerxes.” He wiggled his way against that gut, cuddling up with the sweaty croc who smelled like sex. “That was a hell of a first date.”

“Wouldn’t want it otherwise. Wouldn’t be honest,” the croc said with a chuckle, fondly squeezing his new friend’s shoulder. “Doesn’t have to end there, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Thought of something.”

“Yeah?” Vel let out a long groan, not of pain so much as just general exhaustion. He could have napped right there. “Unnh, god, I hope it doesn’t involve me moving too much ...”

“Not really. Just thinking. Did a survey of my own, right? So you probably like a lot of the weird shit I’m into.”

Vel coughed one more time, then gave a little chuckle. “Uh oh.”

“Yeaaah. Hey. So.” Xerxes got lower to the ground, planting both hands on the mat so he could stare right into the eyes of his date. “Would it be real fuckin’ hot if I told you how much I wanted to eat you right now?”

“Oh ...”

“Don’t worry about the details. Got that covered. Do it all the time. Like I said - I know a guy.”

Vel nodded. The safety of it all hadn’t even been his first thought. “I think .. I think that’d be really fucking hot, yeah.”

“Well in that case.”

He reached down to take the drake by the shoulders, making Vel’s heart immediately start pounding. It only went faster when the croc picked him right and held him in front of those deadly jaws, hissing out a low, rumbled statement as felt as it was heard.

“I want to eat you, Vel.”

The sound that came out of the drake was frankly embarrassing, a pathetic little whimper, and he didn’t care one bit. Neither did Xerxes. If anything, that meek, horny, needy sound just made the hungry flame in his eyes burn all the brighter. Yet for all the desire blazing out of the croc, he still waited for that all-important approval from his prey. Vel was bracing himself until he realized that. Seeing the croc lingering there, ravenous yet patient, was all the comfort he needed to give a short nod. Finding the words was impossible, so that was going to have to be good enough.

Xerxes opened up wide, then a little wider. Vel couldn’t help but tremble a little, though only a little of that was far. He was pumping, throbbing, dripping, even shooting a generous stream of precum all over the belly that was going to [i]get[/i] him. Painting his new temporary home only got him all the more worked up. Glimpse of the slick cavern of a tooth-lined croc maw gaping in front of his face pushed him to the edge of cumming without so much as a single touch.

Once he got his face pushed into Xerxes’ tongue, he was moaning. It started out muffled and only got more so once the croc started eating his meal. There was frightening power in those jaws, no doubt, but he didn’t use any of it on his prey. Vel found himself safely sliding along the croc’s slobbery tongue and into the depths of his huge, thick neck. That gullet wasn’t one for gulping hard, but gravity alone did most of the work. Slowly tilting his head back and back the more of the drake he got in his jaws, Xerxes clutched Vel by the ankles to make sure he didn’t plunge down too swiftly. At least until he started shaking him down.

Every toss of the croc’s head sent the drake’s legs flailing, and slipped a little more of him into a throat so thick it barely bulged even with Vel’s entire body inside. The closer he got to the threshold, to the edge of being totally swallowed, the harder it was for Vel to hold back. It felt so good to be enveloped in the heat, the wet touch of a hungry croc gullet. It lightly pulsed around him with some welcoming swallows, but to truly finish him off, Xerxes needed one more good toss of his head. He let that linger a little longer to let his prey finish.

Sure, his shaft was sliding along the middle of Xerxes’ tongue, but that wasn’t what really set him off. Being eaten was arousing enough all on its own to make Vel spurt hard. He came for that croc, after all the anticipation, all the buildup. It was a shock to his system, flooding Vel with ecstasy he didn’t know what to do with. At least his more embarrassing whimpers were muffled by the folds of throat wrapped around his face. He gushed and drained out all his pent up need into the croc’s gullet, and his reward for that eruption was getting swallowed whole.

Xerxes simply couldn’t wait any longer. He was rumbling with lust and hunger alike, muscles tensing. Just as Vel’s orgasm started to fade, he launched his head back and pushed at the bottom of the drake’s feet to stuff him away entirely. Darkness overtook Vel and so did the warmth and the squishy embrace of inner flesh. He delved down deep and ended up wobbling that big fat gut he’d so admired, the same one he’d been looking at pretty much since he first met Xerxes. He made it swell a little, enough for the croc to heft and squeeze with both hands once his prey was tucked away, but in truth he wasn’t even that big of a bulge in such a big guy. He probably could have carried Vel around in public with nobody the wiser. Aside from the belching.

The first one was a hearty, raucous sound that echoed through the gym. From Vel’s perspective it sounded like a roar, to go along with the steady thump of a heartbeat and the puff of his breath. Xerxes patted his prey bulge a few times when he was done, which sent a resonating shake through Vel’s entire body.

“Damn you feel good in there. Just do your best to relax, alright? This part really isn’t bad, promise.”

All curled up and squeezed from all sides, Vel found that hard to believe at first. He simply did his best to brace himself. Even if it was unpleasant to get digested by the croc, getting eaten by him made him cum so hard that it was all worth it. Yet the longer he lingered in there, getting kneaded on, then churned and sloshed around, the more Xerxes proved to be telling the truth. It was hot, for certain, and plenty cramped, but the steady gurgling process was more of a tingly sauna than anything. Maybe Vel was just numb to the finer details after cumming that hard.

He didn’t have to do a thing. Neither did Xerxes. His belly did everything for the both of them, helping the drake settle in, smoothly softening and siphoning him away, little by little. Vel couldn’t parse the details of it all. He simply felt himself growing more and more relaxed, with his eyes shut tight and his lips sealed but for the occasional sigh or moan. Such sounds turned to gurgles eventually instead, but that didn’t bother him either. Even weakening and slumping deeper and deeper into the juices didn’t upset him when it felt so good to just [i]submit[/i] to the big crocodile’s appetite.

Vel squished down flatter under all the fat and muscle, compressed into a tighter space by all the force being applied to his body. He sloshed around, he melted into a goopy version of his former self, and he started feeding Xerxes, little by little. Sensation drained away from him in time, but none of what he felt even while getting digested alive and conscious was unpleasant. Overwhelming, stimulating, and intense, but nothing he didn’t like, right until the last, decisive [i]GLORP[/i]. The stillness that followed inside Xerxes made the croc groan with pleasure in a way he hadn’t while getting his dick sucked. There was something that only eating people could give him.

“There you go, little buddy. Gonna enjoy carrying you around a while. See ya soon.”

Xerxes patted his belly a few more times, then shrugged his shoulders when it was obvious there was no way Vel could hear him. He was alone in the gym, a little fatter, a little heavier, and thoroughly satisfied. His word was good. He had a guy, and he was paying the fee to make sure he could have a second date with the drake. That was only the gentlemanly way of doing things. Vel could wait until after a nap, though. If there was one thing Xerxes loved best about a good meal, it was the sleep that followed, one made all the more refreshing knowing he was drifting off after giving such a cute guy a great night.