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"Ah, well... thank you?" Charles stared suspiciously at his brother. Xav had always been adamant about how much he disapproved of the relationship he had with Elisa -- and now that the two of them were getting married, he'd been expecting his younger sibling to kick up even more of a fuss. He certainly hadn't expected an engagement gift. Xav didn't even have a job, much less the money to purchase anything for him.

"You're welcome." The lizard didn't even bother to hide his shit-eating grin, making Charles shake his head. He couldn't help the small smile that stole across his face, though -- as antagonistic as his relationship with his brother could sometimes be, he still loved the cheeky lizard. Sure, he had a bizarre sense of humor and an incredibly obnoxious selection of music that Charles was certain he picked just to annoy him, but they still got along when it came down to it.

Usually. Charles had no doubt that this gift was going to be a prank of some sort. He was half tempted to get Elisa to open it... but knowing Xav, it was very possibly going to explode. Best not subject his fiancée to that. He could only imagine what her reaction would be.

"You know if this thing explodes all over my room, I expect you to clean it up." The lizard shot his brother a stern look, though the edge of his mouth twitched upwards as though trying to smile. He threaded his fingers through the spines on his head, groaning, when Xav responded by bursting out into peals of laughter. "God, I'm going to regret opening this..."

"It's not going to explode, I promise," Xav snickered, barely managing to get the words out between his peals of laughter. "I didn't exactly have the money to get that 'upgrade', hehe..."

"Now I know it's going to be something ridiculous," Charles sighed, giving his brother a fond, if slightly exasperated grin. "But hey -- thanks, Xav. I know you haven't exactly approved of things between Elisa and I, but I'm glad you're willing to give us a chance."

"I still don't." Xav gave his brother an uncharacteristically serious look. "I don't think she's good for you at all. She's been pressuring you about getting married since a week after you started dating. But I know I'm not gonna be able to do anything about it, so I'll just be here for you if it falls apart. If it doesn't, then I'm happy for you."

Charles blinked at his brother. He wasn't used to Xav being so serious -- heck, he wasn't used to Xav trying to say anything supportive at all. True, he'd expressed disapproval of Elisa since the very beginning for some reason or the other, but this was the first time he'd expressed any kind of support.

"I appreciate it," he told his brother. Xav just rolled his eyes.

"Open your present before I puke from all this sentimentality," he muttered, not quite looking his brother in the eyes. Charles grinned at that, clapping Xav on the shoulder.

"You know what? I forgive you." The lizard reached for the remarkably well-wrapped present, pulling at the bow that held the packaging together. Trust Xav to go for the pink, glittery packaging. "Even if this does explode in my face."

"Spare me your sentimentality," Xav groaned. "If you keep talking, this isn't even gonna be funny anymore."

Charles shook his head, pulling open the remainder of the packaging to reveal a black, inconspicuous box. "It probably wasn't funny to begin with, knowing your sense of humor."

"Hey!" Xav protested -- but the lizard couldn't help the grin that began to spread across his face as Charles opened up the box. By the time his brother finished pulling out the _exceptionally_long dildo, shaped just like a lizard's cock, he had fallen off his chair laughing. Tears were leaking from his eyes, and he slammed his hand against the floor, unable to stop. "Hahaha, god, you should see your face--"

Charles' face, of course, was distinctly unimpressed. "I'm not sure there's much to see," he deadpanned, carefully putting the dildo back into the box and wiping his hand on the wrapping. The toy seemed to have come pre-lubed; he'd picked it up, only for his hand to be covered in a strange, slippery slime. He would have likened it to precum, if not for the fact that he was relatively certain that even Xav wouldn't be that disgusting.

"Oh, come on. It was funny!" Xav reached out with his tail, nudging his brother playfully. "Come on, bro. Smile for me!"

Charles rolled his eyes at his brother's antics, but couldn't help the tiny grin that stole across his face. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say. I need to go pack my things; you know I'm moving out next week."

"Aw." Xav pouted, the younger lizard tugging on his brother's arm. "You don't have to do it now."

"Yes, I do." Charles poked his brother's snout. "You know Elisa is going to be here first thing tomorrow morning, and she'll be upset if I'm not packed up by then."

"Yeah, well, she's a bitch," Xav muttered. Charles pretended not to hear him.

"Thanks, Xav. Really. I appreciate the support, even if you did have to throw in a dick joke."

"Whatever." Xav waved a dismissive hand at his brother. "I hope you live a happy life, yadda yadda. Have fun packing, lemme know if you need help moving your things in the morning. I promise I'll limit the sarcastic things I'll say to Elise to... oh, two or three jabs. Maybe four if she really calls for it."

Rather than respond, Charles elected to climb up the stairs to his room, box in hand. Any other response and Xav would probably up that limit. As for why he kept the dildo? Well, prank or not, it _did_have some significance; it marked the first moment his brother had shown acceptance of his relationship with Elise. He'd figure out some way to explain its presence to her later. She probably wouldn't just accept it at face value.

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It was a tired and sweaty Charles that eventually collapsed into bed. The lizard normally would have insisted on getting a shower first -- he was very much a clean, prudent sort of fellow -- but packing everything into a box was exhausting, and the thought of moving was stressful besides. He wanted, just for a little while, to stop worrying about everything. He could always take a shower in the morning, after all, even if Elise would complain about the smell of his bed... Eh. He could deal with it when and if it came about.

What the lizard wasn't aware of was the nature of the dildo his brother had given him. In fairness, even Xav hadn't been aware of the properties of the toy -- he'd bought it as a prank off of some obscure website, seeing that it was a remarkably well-designed and solid piece of work for the price. Sure, the details and the description were a little sketchy, but that was all just part of the fun! Even if it had claimed that there was some sort of lust demon that had been bound to the dildo.

Which wouldn't have been too much of a problem, normally. This sort of magic was activated by the act of sex. Charles wasn't the type of lizard to use it, even if he would have kept it around. If not for that decision not to bathe, it might been left forgotten on a shelf in the corner of the new house he was moving to.

Charles, however, had gone to sleep with a light sheen of sweat on his scales -- and as it evaporated, it left a very noticeable, musky, _male_scent in the air. It drifted about on the wind before being inexplicably drawn into the loosely-closed box it was contained in. As luck would have it, the demon that had been summoned and bound to the dildo very much enjoyed the scent of male musk, and that was all that was needed for the demon to awaken.

The demon was disappointed to find that the toy he had been contained in was still kept within the box. The demon reached out with his senses, searching for the source of the scent that had awakened him, and he grinned when he saw who it was. A traditionally straight lizard, with a cute, lithe body, well-toned but not all that muscular...

Well. That wouldn't stay true for long -- not if the demon had anything to say about it. He was little more than a corruptive essence bound to a toy, but he had more than enough strength to do something basic. Like, say, step into a sleeping lizard's dreams.

The dildo seemed to shimmer. Glow wasn't exactly the right word -- it didn't emit any sort of light. In fact, the air around it darkened in bits and pieces, almost as if darkness was dripping out of the makeshift shaft.

And Charles' dreams began to change.

It wasn't particularly prominent at first. As he shifted from dream to dream, moving about restlessly in his sleep, it became clear that one thing was common in each dream. In some way, shape or form, the dildo his brother had given him would _always_show up. Perhaps it was an ornamental piece in the new home he was living in, or it was a toy he was buying from a merchant, or he simply discovered it in a chest of buried treasure. Slowly -- so slowly that Charles' subconscious mind didn't notice it -- his dreams turned increasingly lewd, sexual.

On his bed, Charles began tossing and turning. His cock was hard and dripping, pressing against the sheets; though he wasn't in control of his own movements, the lizard couldn't help but hump against his own bed, alternating between the silk of his sheets and the firm, soft fabric of his mattress. It felt so good to have something pressing against his cock...

Elisa hadn't given him any for months -- and to make things worse, she'd also forbidden him from touching himself. Something about it technically being cheating if he fantasized about anything other than her, and her having no way to guarantee that that was what he was doing.

It was no surprise, then, that his dreams affected him to this extent. What was_a surprise was the nature of those dreams. They were full of buff, sexy lizards, muscled bodybuilders and jocks that wore little more than a thong. Charles found himself in the center of them all, his eyes roaming over the exceptionally well sculpted bodies; in a way, he wished he could _be them...

At first, anyway. The dreams got progressively stranger, then. One of the advantages of working within a dream was that the mind would never fail to find an excuse for something happening. No matter how odd something was, it just didn't register as out of the ordinary; that part of the brain would just switch itself off for the duration of the dream. Which gave a lust demon plenty of space to work with, of course. Anything too sudden and he might just jar Charles into a nightmare, but as long as he worked slowly enough...

He started simple. First, it was an exceptionally pretty lizard who used the dildo that Charles had been given, working it into his ass at a slow, steady pace. The demon worked at the pleasure centers of the lizard's brain, stimulating them with pulses of magic at the same moments Charles' real body pressed against the sheets and fucked his mattress. What he needed to do was associate the idea of cock with the idea of pleasure, and then he could move on to how good it felt to have his ass stretched open and violated, whether with a cock or with a tongue...

The pretty lizard that had been pushing the dildo in and out of him promptly vanished, and Charles' dream self found himself holding on to the dildo, forcing it deep into his own ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he was hit with a jolt of pleasure that didn't seem to end; it was positively electrical, the waves of pleasure that poured through his body. The deeper he pushed the dildo in, the more he felt it...

Anyone as deprived as Charles would have given in at that point, and the lizard was no exception. His mind gave up on the idea that using a dildo was even remotely strange. Instead, he focused on the pleasure -- the inexplicable, wonderful, _incredible_sensation of having a warm, hard cock slide into his all-too-willing ass. He didn't question how he didn't feel any pain or discomfort, didn't consider that this wasn't something he would normally do. All he cared about was how good it made him feel, and how it forced thick drops of precum out of his cock.

The dream abruptly shifted again. The demon couldn't have it end there, of course -- Charles might just end up with a fetish for having his ass stuffed, and that simply wouldn't do. No, he needed to become a slut. He needed to turn into a complete bitch, eager for cock, and while a single dream wouldn't do enough to change him entirely...

Well, it would be a good start. The demon would have plenty of opportunities to work his magic as long as he got the initial corruption right, and if he did it exceptionally well, it might turn out to be particularly easy. Charles seemed primed for just that sort of change, considering his relationship with Elisa.

Rather than him simply stuffing himself with the dildo, the demon replaced it with a thick, muscular crocodile -- a creature that looked remarkably like Elisa's father, in fact. He was a handsome croc, with a sharp grin and intelligent eyes, and the man had belonged to the military at some point. He certainly had the muscles to show for it!

And he was using those very muscles to _ram_himself into Charles. The poor lizard was lying on his back in his own bed, his legs spread wide and raised high into the air, his tail tucked behind his back to expose his aching, needy hole. The crocodile above him had powerful hands wrapped tight around his shoulders, let loose deep growls that shook the bed, snarled and drooled spittle down onto Charles' face... He was more than manly -- he was animalistic, and he used Charles as little more than his bitch, his toy.

Unsurprisingly, Charles chose that moment to wake up, gasping heavily for breath. Charles shuddered; his body was soaked with sweat, and he was hard -- harder than he could ever remember being. His cock throbbed between his legs, aching for attention, and it was all he could do to stop himself from reaching down and simply stroking with wanton need.

What the hell was that? Charles shook his head, blinking a few times. Damn, that dildo must have affected me more than I thought...

But it had felt good, he remembered. It had felt incredible, to be so utterly stuffed with cock. A spark of curiosity had been created within him; would it really be so bad to give it a try? After all, it wasn't explicitly gay -- there were plenty of straight men who enjoyed being pegged and dominated by their women...

There was only a moment's worse of hesitation. True, Elisa didn't want him masturbating, but he was sure this wasn't what she had meant when she'd said that. Sure, she'd probably also disapprove of this, but... his conscience was eased by the fact that she hadn't actually told him not to do it.

Slipping out of his bed, his cock still raging hard, he went to grab the box he'd left on the dresser. He opened it, contemplating the slippery, ridged cock that sat innocently inside for a moment.

Was it just him, or was it a little bigger than before?

Had to be his imagination. Charles shook his head, tentatively pulling it out of the box; it was still... strangely slimy, slipping and sliding about in his hand. He wasn't sure why -- it seemed to glisten, as though it was coated in liquid, but the box he'd taken it out of was completely dry and it left no residue on his fingers.

Normally, Charles would have been a little more concerned. At that moment, however, the lizard was painfully horny; his cock ached for attention, and his hole wanted nothing more than to be filled. He'd go insane if he didn't stuff himself with the dildo, and since he didn't exactly have any lube available, he was lucky that the thing seemed to be made of a material that would allow it to slip inside him with little resistance.

The lizard didn't even consider how odd it was that he wasn't resisting the idea of stuffing himself full of cock more -- especially since he'd never once considered it before that night.

Charles plopped himself back down on the bed. He couldn't remember ever feeling quite so eager about anything before, but there he was, his cock resting on his belly and his legs raised. He had the tip of the dildo pressed against his entrance, and there was only a moment of hesitation before he began to press it in. He felt the tip of the synthetic cock force his hole open, felt it start to slide smoothly into him...

And he moaned. Loudly. It was loud enough that the lizard shut his mouth abruptly, holding his breath and looking about with panicked eyes; it would be just like Xav to slam open his door to investigate the sound. When he didn't hear anything, he let out a relieved breath, and slowly began to push it further in.

His hands were trembling. When had that started? His cock was drooling precum on his stomach with every inch of the dildo that he forced into himself, and though there was a certain discomfort he could feel from being stretched, he mostly just felt need. Charles didn't notice the way his eyes glazed over, didn't notice the way the toy he was holding began to flicker and glow with a crimson light. He didn't even notice when demonic precum began to slick up his fingers and drool out of his ass.

All he knew was the incredible pleasure of sliding it in and out of himself. The lizard panted, drooling, his tongue hanging out the side of his maw; he didn't even think about touching or stroking his dick, even though it ached for pleasure. Instead, he moved faster and faster, slamming the toy deeper into himself.

It wasn't enough. He couldn't cum, not from that alone; the pleasure only mounted enough to leave him right at the verge of orgasm. He could feel his cum churning inside him. He wanted_to spurt, wanted to cover himself with his own seed so that there would be evidence of precisely how much pleasure this had brought him, but it_wasn't enough.

Gone was Charles' usual rationality. The lizard would have done anything to cum, at that point. He tried fantasizing about Elise, first -- pictured her curvaceous body pressing against him, giving him that blowjob she had promised all those months ago... yet his body didn't seem to react to those thoughts in the slightest. A day ago, the thought would have been enough for him to blow his load.

His mind wandered further. He went through all manner of fantasy girls, but none of them gave him the satisfaction he needed, not even the dominatrix he'd pictured pounding away at him with a strap-on. Charles wasn't sure exactly when he switched from curvaceous women to buff, handsome men, but it gave him the reaction he was looking for.

He pictured the handsome crocodile in his dream positioned at his ass, smirking down at him. He pulled the dildo out far enough that it was resting against his hole, rather than pushing into him -- and was it just him, or did it seem to be warm and pulsing? It was almost like a real croc's cock... like Elise's dad getting ready to fuck him. What was his name again?

Isaac. Right, that was his name.

"Lookin' for a good fucking, boy?" Isaac snarled into his ear, his fantasies giving the crocodile a low, rumbling voice that went straight to his cock. He pressed the dildo against his ass, ground it against himself and pretended it was Isaac pressing his dick against his hole, teasing him with its sheer size. "I wanna hear you beg for it, slut. Tell me how much you want my cock."

"Mmf... oh god, p-please, sir, fuck me... I need you inside me, I need your cock, please..." Charles whimpered out loud. He tried to be quiet, so that Xav wouldn't hear him, but it was hard.

"Mm, heheh... maybe if you give my ass a proper lickin'," the croc growled. Charles stiffened -- where had that thought come from? He'd certainly never considered licking an ass, never mind a grown man's hole -- but he abruptly lost his train of thought as Isaac climbed on top of him and pressed his hole against his face.

Oh god. Was this really just a fantasy? It seemed so real... the older croc's musk was filling his nostrils, making it hard for him to think. It smelled of lust and sex, of manly desire. He couldn't help but take a deep, appreciative breath.

Then another. And another.

Soon, Charles was sniffing eagerly at the fantasy croc's asshole. His reservations were long gone -- in fact, he couldn't remember what had bothered him about this at all. How could something that felt so good be wrong? His tongue darted out into the air, tasting the Isaac's hole, and though he was licking at nothing but air, the lizard could swear he could taste every drop of sweat, could taste that salty, manly musk.

He didn't question how. All that mattered was the thrill of arousal that tore through him; it felt so good to _submit_to a male that was stronger, better than him. The dildo was still buried deep inside him, his hand absently pushing it in and out of his hole, but it wasn't the main source of his pleasure -- no, that was the crocodile's taste, the way Isaac let out loud, guttural growls as he pushed his tongue past the rim, slid it along the slimy, musky passage, pushed as far as he would go.

It was just a fantasy, but god did it feel real. Charles' cock was almost on the verge of cumming, just from the thought of rimming a handsome man like Isaac; he wasn't sure where the urge had come from, and he found that he didn't care. All he wanted was more. He grunted, moving his tail so that it trailed over his cock and gave it a teasing stroke even as he shoved his tongue deeper into his fantasy man's hole.

That was enough for him to cum.

Charles cried out, his seed spurting out of his cock with enough force to land on his snout, his chest, his belly. Reflexively, his tongue flicked out to taste it -- and he found that he didn't hate the taste at all. It was salty, faintly bitter, but it made him feel like he was doing what he'd been born to do. Serve.

Where did that thought come from? Charles thought, blinking. The moment of awareness faded as soon as he shifted; the movement inadvertently pushed the dildo he'd forgotten deeper into his ass, the lizard moaned, his thought forgotten. It felt so good. His hand absently grasped at the dildo again, started pushing it in and out, in and out...

He didn't notice the way his muscles began to grow. The normally slim lizard's body began to bulge out in all the right places, looking just a little more like the men he'd fantasized about; his smooth, flat stomach becoming uneven as his abdominal muscles grew far faster than they had any right to.

He had a six-pack before long, and a clawed hand absently trailed through the newly formed muscles. He didn't find it strange at all that they were there; if anything, it only turned him on. His thighs and biceps thickened, flexing every time he moved. His shoulders broadened, to better support his frame. His tail grew.

Charles didn't notice any of the changes. All that mattered was the dildo pushing into his loosened asshole. He gripped and hammered it deep into his body, again and again and again...

He didn't stop until the morning light began to peek through his window.

That bit of sunlight didn't do much to wake the lizard up from his reverie -- all it did was remind him that he needed to finish packing his things and get ready for the move. He didn't quite register that his entire body was coated in sweat and seed, or the fact that he smelled very strongly of musk and sex.

"Barely even got any sleep last night," the lizard grumbled, blearily rubbing at his eyes. His voice had changed, too; it was deep and sonorous, far more imposing than he'd ever sounded before. "Better get Xav to help me out."

Technically, he didn't need Xav's help -- he could do it all on his own, especially with his new, muscular body. There was something in him that seemed to urge him to get his brother, though. Besides, when would he ever get an excuse to barge in on the other lizard again? He needed someone to appreciate his new body, and Elisa simply wouldn't do. Why she wouldn't do was an open question. It wasn't something that Charles even considered.

"Xav," he called out. The lizard climbed out of his bed, not bothering to put on any clothing; his shaft was finally soft, but his hole was dripping with the strange liquid that had been seeping out of the dildo he was using. No point putting on any clothing, he figured; he'd only mess it up. Maybe after he'd taken a shower. "You awake?"

No response. It wasn't much of a surprise. His brother wasn't really an early riser; Xav was the sort of lizard that would sleep in until it was one or two in the afternoon. Needless to say, he was never early for school. He never seemed to regret it, either. With a sigh, Charles traipsed over to his brother's room and pushed the door open. He had little to no concern for Xav's privacy at the moment.

Charles found his younger brother draped messily across the sheets. He hadn't even bothered to cover himself up -- the lizard's body was completely exposed, a morning erection poking at his sheets. A little drool dribbled from his mouth onto the pillow that Xav was hugging, leaving a small wet spot by his maw. Charles snickered, went to wake his brother up --

Why don't we make things more interesting, hm?

-- And abruptly stopped, reconsidering. Maybe he _should_make things more interesting. After all, Xav had known full well he needed to get up early today. Maybe he ought to punish his little brother for not having the consideration to set his alarm a little earlier and give him a nice, morning blowjob...

The oddness of that thought almost gave Charles pause, but he dismissed it easily. After all, that was simply the natural order of things. The lizard's eyes fixated on his younger brother's morning wood, contemplating how he should wake his brother up. Knowing Xav, it'd take quite some stimulation to wake up.

Then he remembered. Charles allowed a slow grin to curl up on his maw as the memory came to him -- even if that memory was just a fantasy, there had to be some substance to it. It wouldn't have felt so real, otherwise. The lizard loved his brother, so why not wake Xav with something the lizard would enjoy as much as he would?

Very carefully, maneuvering himself so that he wouldn't accidentally wake Xav up, Charles climbed up onto the bed. He squatted over his brother, lifting his tail and spreading his ass cheeks to reveal that loosened, precum-slicked hole that smelled so very strongly of sex and musk... and sat.

A pause. Charles shuddered just to feel that warm snout pressing against his hole, but he knew the real event would start in only moments. Sure enough, he heard Xav coughing and spluttering, heard a muffled voice shouting in alarm. "Hey, what the hell--!"

"Relax," Charles said, his voice inexplicably confident. He grinned to himself, his tail swaying happily above his brother; his cock was once again at full mast, and he stroked himself idly. "Give in to it, brother. All I want is for you to give me some of the worship I deserve."

"Bro-- The fuck?! Is that you, Charles?! Let me up!" Charles heard the muffled yelling against his ass, but it only convinced him to push harder down, forcing Xav to smell the thick musk that emanated from his hole.

"It'll feel good in just a minute," Charles insisted.

"This is fucking wrong, bro," Xav snarled. He shoved against his brother, hard -- but he could do nothing against Charles' newly enhanced, muscular body. "Get off!"

"That's what I'm trying to do," Chales replied, undeterred. "Come on, brother. Give it a chance..."

Xav paused. His rational mind was working frantically, trying to understand what the hell his brother thought he was doing. In all the time he'd known him, the lizard had been as straight as an arrow -- and they were close enough that he would have known if Charles had even the slightest inkling towards the male sex. More than that, the person on top of him didn't sound or feel like Charles at all; the only reason he knew it was his brother was that the pattern on his scales were the same.

Not that he could even see much of that, with his snout forcibly buried in the lizard's ass.

There was a less rational, primal part of Xav, however, that was actually _responding_to the situation. He couldn't help it -- everything about it seemed to turn him on, though the lizard knew full well it shouldn't. The scent of his brother's ass, the odd, liquid lust that had mingled with it... The hole was loose, as though it had been recently used --

-- Used. The dildo. Xav's eyes widened, the lizard only now remembering the description he'd seen when he'd bought the damn thing. He'd thought it was a joke, but... Shit. Okay, Xav, you can figure this out. Just remember, you're not gay. Even if your brother's ass is in your face and you're really, really turned on by that.

Fuck.

Much as he hated to admit it, the smell was getting to him. It was hot, rich, musky -- the opposite of any smell he would normally like -- and yet something in his body responded as though utterly thrilled by the scent. He could feel his body already aching for more, could barely stop himself from shoving his tongue out for a taste. He wanted to hear his brother moaning above him, wanted to give him pleasure with his tongue.

No, damn it. That's not what I want.

But he was less convinced, every time he told himself that. His struggles slowed, his attempts at beating off his brother becoming instead weak shoves at Charles' body, and when that didn't work he resorted to just pushing pathetically at his brother.

None of it worked, of course -- and the longer he stayed under his brother, the more the scent managed to push its way into his mind. It was like an insidious force that made his cock throb with arousal and curiosity. After all, would it really be so bad just to get a taste? A single taste, that was all he wanted... then he could convince himself it was disgusting and find some way to fix his brother.

But first, he just wanted a meager little taste. He poked his tongue out before he could stop himself, the slippery organ sliding around the rim of Charles' hole and making the lizard clench and groan with pleasure. It smelled so good, like pure distilled sex, and the taste...

Oh god, the taste was unlike any other. Xav was already eagerly thrusting his tongue into his brother's hole, spreading the loosened entrance open. He pushed against the older lizard's prostate, tasting every inch that he could reach. He could hear Charles growling with pleasure in the background, and absently thought about how the low, rumbling sound was actually pretty sexy. It sent shivers through his body and blood rushing to his cock, making his shaft stiffen even further.

There was a spark of thought, then. Something in the back of Xav's mind told him this was wrong -- why was he doing this, when only moments ago he'd been protesting and trying to push his brother off? There had to be something else at work, something that was making him turned on instead of disgusted by this. Charles was his brother. Even if he had been gay, he wouldn't participate in anything like this.

"Fuck..." Xav grunted, his words muffled from the presence of the other lizard's ass on his snout. His mind warred with his body; everything in him told him to continue rimming his brother, to worship that asshole like Charles deserved. He wanted to make the other lizard moan out his name and cum just from the stimulation of his tongue -- but surely that desire wasn't his own...

"Something wrong, brother?" Charles' voice was smooth and confident, a smirk clearly evident in his tone.

"Yes," Xav hissed -- but he couldn't comment any further, not when the other lizard abruptly bent down low enough to run a teasing tongue along his cock. The younger brother let out a sharp cry, his hips arching and thrusting up into his brother's mouth, only for Charles to pull back.

"If you want more, you're going to have to have to worship my ass," the lizard offered. Xav growled.

It wasn't about right or wrong -- not anymore. It was about the fact that his brother refused to give him pleasure that he wanted, pleasure that he needed. That small burst of desire was enough to overwrite the remainder of Xav that was still fighting against the corruption that was starting to flood through his body, and he attacked his brother's hole with a new vigor.

Charles moaned loudly, leaning back and using his hands to support himself on the bed. If Xav's treatment before had been good, what he was doing now was absolutely heavenly. It had been pure lust and desire driving his brother on just a moment ago, though his mind had continued to fight; now his mind and body were working together in a concerted effort to pleasure Charles.

Where his hands had been trying to push Charles off before, they were now being used to squeeze and rub the lizard's ass, spreading the cheeks wider to give him better access. Xav's tongue licked teasingly along the rim of Charles' hole, long enough to make the lizard gasp and his tail curl -- and then it plunged inwards, spreading it wide with almost no resistance. There was barely any taste left, he'd cleaned out the hole so thoroughly, and yet there remained a certain musk that made the act... addictive, in a way. It helped that it was taboo, that what he was doing was forbidden; it was his own brother he was rimming, and yet instead of disgust, all he felt was a certain thrill.

The fact that the door had been left unlocked -- meaning it was quite possible for their father to walk in on them -- only enhanced the thrill for the corrupted, perverted lizards. If their father found them, then perhaps they could convince him to join in. If not, well, all the brothers had to do was sit on him and force him to taste their musk; from there, it would only be a short path to corruption and being overwhelmed by his lust.

"Enough," Charles suddenly growled, and Xav almost let out a whine as his older brother finally pushed off of him. Only a few moments ago, he would have been relieved -- now it felt like something vital to him was being pulled away. Charles grinned at him, as though knowing how he felt, and the younger lizard was suddenly struck by how handsome his brother was. How had he not noticed before? All that time pining away after women, when all this time, his own brother had been far more attractive than all of them combined... "Legs up, Xav."

The lizard obeyed without thinking. His legs raised above his head, showing off his incredible flexibility, his smooth, round ass -- it drew a grin from his buff older brother, and Charles reached down to give his cock a rub as a reward. "Good boy."

The words made Xav shiver. Why did it feel so good to be praised by his brother?

Then he lost his train of thought when Charles bent down and gave to him what he'd been giving the other lizard only moments before. A soft, wet tongue flicked against his hole, and he cried out at the suddenness of it; the feeling of the slick organ sliding against his skin. Had he always been so... sensitive, down there? Xav couldn't remember, but he knew he was clutching at his bedsheets hard enough that he was almost sure he would tear them, knew that he was letting out harsh, frantic breaths.

"Can't take it?" Charles chuckled, pulling back, and Xav nodded weakly. That had felt... far too good.

"I didn't know it felt like that..." he said, his voice filled with wonder. Charles grinned, leaned down so that his breath ghosted by Xav's ear; he trailed a finger down his brother's chest as he spoke, teasing the smaller male's scales.

"That's only the beginning." Charles positioned himself carefully, throbbing cock pressed against Xav's pucker. His cock was slick with precum, and he'd teased his brother's hole just enough to leave a trail of saliva to act as a lubricant -- it was no wonder that he slid in so easily. Even he, however, didn't expect how _tight_his brother was. That virgin hole squeezed around his cock with exquisite ease, and the lizard grunted with pleasure, slowly hilting himself.

Fuck. Every inch of his cock was being massaged by that eager hole. He could feel the warm passage around his shaft, and it took all he had not to cum right then and there. Strangely enough, it felt almost as though something was helping him, preventing him from spilling his seed.

And that something told him he had the power to change Xav, to make his younger brother lust for cock just as much as he did, to be as large and muscular as he was.

"I'm going to make you like me, Xav," Charles half-snarled, his voice a mixture of dominance and affection. "You're going to be a big, gay lizard... just like your older brother... and you're going to help him convert others. Aren't you?"

"A-aah..." Xav moaned. He would have said anything to get the lizard to fuck him, at that point. He should have felt discomfort, pain, but if anything his hole was on fire with pleasure -- it felt _incredible_to have Charles buried inside him like this, and he couldn't help but wonder why the two of them hadn't done this sooner. There was so much time they had wasted. "Y-yes, bro, please... Fuck yes..."

"Good," Charles grinned savagely. He pulled back slightly, just enough that he could see his own cock glisten with precum and could feel the pulsing hole try to pull him back in -- and then he slammed in with as much force as he could muster, causing Xav to cry out in pleasure and a spurt of precum to land on his stomach.

That marked only the beginning, of course. Charles didn't let up; something about the corruption in him gave him far more stamina than he had any right to have. The lizard felt the entire time as though he was right on the very verge of his orgasm, yet somehow knew that he wouldn't actually cum until his brother, too, had reached his climax. It was that knowledge that gave him to confidence to piston his hips in and out until his thighs were burning, until his muscles were sore and begged for him to stop.

He didn't, of course.

He watched, instead, as Xav slowly began to change with every thrust of his hips. Just like with his own change, they weren't drastic; the fat underneath his scales dissolved away to show off the lean, tight body that Charles knew his brother to have. Then the muscles began to grow and expand, stretching scale and skin taut to show off a body that any jock would be jealous of.

The thin layer of sweat, the leaking, needy cock that was slowly growing in time with Xav's changes... that only completed the look. Charles grinned down at his newly muscular brother; the lizard didn't seem to have noticed his changes. His eyes were clenched shut, his hands still gripping on to the sheets, and he was grunting and moaning with every little thrust of Charles' hips. His chest heaved, and with every breath Charles swore he could see the muscles actually expanding, growing.

All Xav knew of his changes were the tingles and ripples of pleasure spreading through his body, originating from the thrusts that filled him from within -- and god, but he wanted more. He wanted nothing more than to be fucked and filled and used, and if Charles had left him then he might have gone straight to their father and begged to be fucked. He was that needy.

Fortunately, Charles wasn't likely to leave. His face was twisted in a rictus of concentration as he thrust into his brother, and Xav moaned and groaned with every thrust. He could feel the pleasure building to a crescendo, the need reaching a peak. One hand released the sheets and grasped his cock with a frantic desperation, and he stroked wildly, thrusting into his hand and back into his brother's shaft, just needing to cum...

And then he did. His cock spewed warm, reptile seed all over him, shooting far enough to reach his face and coat his chest. Charles let out a single snarl, slamming in one more time, and the telltale warmth in his belly told him that his brother, too, had finally reached his climax.

The two lizards panted, staring at one another. They leaned forward -- and abruptly met in a fierce, wild kiss, their tongues battling for domination, neither caring about the seed that was being smeared across both their nude bodies.

When the kiss finally broke, Charles grinned at his brother. "Elisa will be here any minute, remember? I'll be heading over to her place first thing to help her pack."

"Isaac will be there, right?" Xav caught on quickly. Already, his cock was starting to rise.

"Exactly. Want to come along, brother?" Charles smirked.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

The two lizards dressed quickly, neither of them bothering to wash the stink of sweat and musk off their bodies. It would only help them in their cause, they reasoned -- and if Elisa complained, well, she could deal with it for a little while. More important was that it would help them convince Isaac to spend some quality time with the two brothers.

Of course, their old clothing barely fit the two newly muscular lizards -- but it wasn't like they could purchase new clothes quickly. They would simply have to make do. Charles couldn't help but glance over his brother, checking him out; he had to admit, he approved. The clothing was just a little too tight, and perfectly accentuated the lizard's bubble butt and enhanced musculature.

The same was true for his own clothes, of course, but it was more fun to check out his brother. He made no attempt to hide his admiring gaze, either, and only grinned when Xav caught him looking and blushed.

The doorbell chose that moment to ring. Elisa, no doubt. "Coming!" Charles bellowed. He hopped down the steps, marveling at how flimsy they felt with his newfound strength. He was almost worried the wood of the railing would snap; in fact, he was certain he heard a faint crack when he gripped the wood.

He pulled open the door, ready to greet Elisa with a hug -- then stopped when he noticed he was scowling at him. "You knew I would be here at eight!" She scolded. "Why would you keep the door locked? I had to stand outside, looking like a fool! ...oh."

Elisa blinked, staring at the man who'd opened the door. That... couldn't be Charles, could it? Charles had always been handsome, but he'd never had a body that complimented his looks. She'd always nagged at him to go to the gym, to no avail. "Hello there," she purred, her voice suddenly seductive. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Do I have the wrong house?"

She looked him up and down, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was checking him out. A sly, sultry smirk curled up on her face, and she stepped forward, pressing a dainty hand to the muscular lizard's chest. "Or maybe I have the right house, hm?"

Charles glanced at the clock. It was nine -- but he elected not to tell Elisa that, seeing as she hated being contradicted. It was suddenly obvious to him why Xav had always cautioned him against Elisa. To think she would spread her legs for just anyone that looked good enough...

"You have the right house, I'm afraid. I am Charles," he offered, forcing a smile. "I was trying some new exercises last night. I look good, don't I?"

"Charles?" Elisa blinked. It took her a moment to process the thought, conflict clearly warring inside of her. Considering how she'd acted only moments ago, she'd need a damn good excuse... "I know you're Charles, you idiot. I was just trying to do some roleplaying with you. God, trust you to ruin everything."

Charles blinked, standing aside to let Elisa into the house. Had she actually turned that back around on him? It was true, she couldn't be blamed for not recognizing him -- in fact, he was astonished that she believed his excuse about exercise at all, considering it should have been physically impossible for him to gain this much mass in just a single night -- but to not only try to pass of what she'd done, and then try to make him feel guilty for it...

He shook his head. He hadn't noticed all of this before? It was true, Elisa was beautiful -- but to think he'd ignored all the warning signs simply because of his libido! Good thing he had his brother, now.

He couldn't help but grin at the thought, a clawed hand drifting down to rub at a growing bulge in his pants. Oh, his younger brother had felt absolutely delicious, squirming beneath him while he plowed and ravaged the lizard's asshole. Any guilt he might have felt was gone now that he'd seen Elisa's attitude; he didn't need her, anyway. Not now that he had Xav.

And very soon, both brothers would have Isaac -- the handsome croc that was Elisa's father, that he'd never once considered until now.

---

The drive to Elisa's home was uneventful. His fiancée had calmed down, given a moment to think things over -- and it wasn't long before she had started to lavish praise on both brothers, even though she hadn't given Xav a single glance before. She'd always treated the lizard like he didn't even exist, in fact; it was part of why he had always disliked her so much. Charles had always defended her, explaining that she'd had a rough day, but now?

Now there wasn't a word to be said in her defense.

Of course, Charles and Xav still had plenty reason to visit, so neither made much of a complaint about Elisa's blatant flirting. They _were_in a hurry to get out of the truck, however; they needed to get ahead of Elisa, so that she didn't spot the prominent bulge that both lizards were sporting. Charles hadn't been shy during the drive -- he'd had his tail playfully slide against Xav's thigh when Elisa wasn't looking, used a claw to trace a teasing outline around Xav's package.

Xav, on his part, had done his best not to moan out loud and beg Charles to take him right then and there. It had been quite the challenge, and not only for the smaller lizard -- even Charles, watching his brother hiss and jerk in the seat next to him, his face flushed with desire... It took considerable effort not to bend his brother over and force him to suck his cock right and there, never mind that Elisa would be watching.

Elisa, for her part, didn't complain about being left behind by the two brothers. The crocodile was too busy watching both tight lizard asses barely held by their pants, the tails swaying almost seductively above them; she was convinced that she had them wrapped around her little finger, from the way they were acting. Then again, how was she to know that they were only acting that way because of each other?

"Morning, Mr. Carson!" Charles called out, stepping into the house. As usual, the whole place was immaculate; the floor practically shone, and he couldn't see a speck of dust no matter how hard he looked. The older croc was a bit of a perfectionist, as far as cleaning went. "You around?"

"I'm up here!" A deep, gravelly voice responded -- and Charles couldn't help but shudder, barely suppressing his arousal. Blood began to pool again in his cock, and he had to wonder how much of the morning he'd spent without an erection. He should have been sore, by now, and yet all he could think about was having more sex.

Ideally with Isaac and Xav at the same time.

"Don't mind me, I know you two are packing up." Was it just him, or was that actually a little sniffle? Charles grimaced a little, glancing sympathetically at Xav. One thing to respect about the man was how much he loved Elisa -- true, he'd ended up spoiling her to no end, and that probably hadn't been very good as far as character building went... but the croc was doing his best. He simply hadn't been the same once his wife had passed. "Just carry on. I'll be down in a moment."

"Why don't you head up first, Xav?" Charles said quietly, motioning to his brother. "Elisa's got most of her things almost packed up and ready to go. You'll see a bunch of empty boxes and piles of her stuff just lying around."

"Are you still planning on moving in with her?" Xav stared at Charles, somewhat incredulous. Charles smirked at his brother.

"No way, but we need to at least pretend we're going along with this for now." He nudged his brother. "I'll see you upstairs in a bit. I'll be in Isaac's room."

A little light seemed to dawn in Xav's eyes, at that, and he shot his brother a grin before bounding up the steps. It was obvious which room was Elisa's -- it was the largest room in the house, decorated with fancy wallpaper. That, and she'd had her name printed on the door in fancy lettering.

"Hello, handsome." Elisa had finally chosen to walk in. Charles turned to greet her, completely unsurprised to see that she had tossed the majority of her clothing onto the floor; she didn't seem to care that both her father and his brother could come down at any moment. Her undergarments barely covered her slim, perfect body. If she'd done this on any other day, Charles wouldn't have been able to control himself; he probably would have jumped her.

She hadn't, of course. She'd been very adamant about keeping herself a virgin until marriage -- something that Charles was beginning to suspect had merely been an excuse.

"Hello." Charles forced a smile, leaning down to give his fiancée a chaste kiss on the lips. He couldn't quite bring himself to force the deep, passionate kiss that he knew she wanted; he simply didn't hold any attraction for her, not anymore. He'd have to break it off with her... but only after he'd gotten to Isaac. Otherwise the croc would never let him back in the house.

Elisa surprised him this time by wrapping her arms around his neck -- and then forcing him down in a surprising display of strength, pulling him in a deep, passionate kiss. Charles felt her entire body pressing against his own, teasing and touching him seductively. "Mmm..." he rumbled softly.

It was getting harder to keep up appearances. Try as he might, the lizard simply couldn't feel any sort of attraction for the woman he'd once wanted to marry -- no matter how often he thought about it. His thoughts kept shifting, going back to her handsome crocodile of a father, the way he would smirk and grin at him every time they joked together. He wondered what that handsome face would look like, twisted in a rictus of pleasure...

His eyes caught a framed picture in the corner of the room. It was a picture of Elisa and Isaac at the beach, both crocodiles dressed for the occasion -- which was to say, they were dressed in almost nothing at all. His eyes roamed Isaac's shirtless body appreciatively, ogling the already-bulging muscles and the way his scales accentuated his musculature so smoothly.

Elisa chose that moment to grind against him. It was a good thing he'd seen the picture; Charles was rock hard already, thinking about all the things he would do to Isaac and make the older crocodile do to him. He didn't want to think about what Elisa would have done if he hadn't seemed turned on by her display.

"Didn't you say you wanted to wait for marriage?" he reminded her gently. She pouted at him.

"Always a stickler with the rules, aren't you?" Elisa stuck her tongue out. "I'm gonna go see if Xav needs help. If you change your mind, you should come join us."

She winked at him, and Charles had to suppress a shudder. If Xav was doing his job, Elisa would be in there for a long, long while. She'd always been obsessive about the way her makeup was arranged, and this was just enough time for him to...

"Eeeeeeeek!"

...mess all of it up. Charles grinned, heading over to Isaac's room. That would buy him some time; Elisa would be occupied and ignore all other people for the next... oh, four hours or so.

---

"Hey, Isaac." Charles let himself into the older croc's room. He was, unsurprisingly, sitting at the edge of his bed -- surprisingly vulnerable looking, all things considered. Isaac had always been confident and loud, every time he'd seen the croc, and so it was a little disconcerting to see the male so quiet. Charles sat on the bed, resting a sympathetic hand on the crocodile's back. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Isaac replied gruffly. His voice sounded a bit rough; without any prompting, Charles began rubbing soothing circles on the crocodile's back, applying just enough pressure for Isaac to feel his touch through his scales. There was a moment's pause -- a hesitation -- before Isaac's voice softened. "Thanks, kid."

"Hey, I've always seen you as a second father to me." Charles offered a smile. "I know Elisa's about all you have, but you shouldn't think of this as losing someone you love. You're just gaining one more person to add to your family."

Charles gathered his thoughts. He needed to do this right, or he'd get thrown out before his corruption could even begin to affect Isaac. His musk was slowly wafting into the room, and he knew that Isaac could most likely subconsciously smell the sex on him. If he stayed long enough, Isaac would begin feeling desires he'd never had before... but really, what creature of lust could be that patient? His brother would be here soon, he knew, and he wanted Isaac to be nice and ready to enjoy being serviced by two brothers.

"Heh. You got a way with words, you know that?" Isaac finally looked up, offering the lizard a faint but handsome smile. "I appreciate the thought, but I think Elisa needs you right now, kid. More than I do, anyway."

"What, you didn't hear her yelling?" Charles chuckled, nudging the crocodile playfully. "My brother accidentally messed with her makeup, and you know how she is about that."

"God, do I," Isaac snorted, unable to help himself. "The one time I went into her room..."

"I know. She wouldn't speak to you for a week, you told me." Charles laughed. "I'm the last thing she needs right now; I still don't understand her system for organizing makeup. That woman could win awards for organization if she actually applied herself."

"She's a regular chip off the old block," Isaac agreed, relaxing slightly. Charles saw the older crocodile lean back on the bed -- and he knew it was his chance. He didn't need to be overt; he just needed to get closer, to get the crocodile's libido to kick in. His musk would do the rest. He just needed a trigger, this far from the artifact that had started all of this.

He pulled his shirt off, tossing the garment onto the ground, then let himself fall casually into the bed. It was no coincidence that his legs ended up in Isaac's lap, one foot sliding playfully along the crocodile's inner thigh. It left only a moment later, but Charles knew it had left an impression, consciously or otherwise.

"Come on, move over," Charles said. "I think it's been a long day for the both of us. We both need to relax a bit."

"Bold, aren't you?" Isaac rose a brow at the lizard that was soon to be his son-in-law, his face stern. For a moment, Charles was worried that he had gone too far. Then the crocodile's face relaxed into that familiar, handsome grin, and he let out a deep laugh. "Ah, what the heck, you're right. I'd give you a beer if I had one, but Elisa would have my head if I got you drunk the day you're supposed to move out together."

"She'd have my head for getting drunk," Charles agreed, staring at the ceiling. He pretended not to notice the way Isaac kept sending furtive glances in his direction. Without his shirt on, the smell of sweat and musk was far more potent -- but he still needed to take it slowly, to let it gradually corrupt Isaac's mind and fill it with lust. Unlike what he'd done with Xav, he needed to take this slowly.

"She's not a very good person, is she?" That was Isaac -- and Charles glanced over to him, surprised. He didn't say anything; the croc looked like he was musing out loud, and he barely even seemed to notice the lizard on the bed beside him. Instead, he was staring wistfully up at the ceiling. "I thought she'd turn out more like her mother. They have the same scales, the same smile... But I can't even remember the last time she's smiled. She just scowls at everyone around her."

Charles was silent for a moment. "No, she's not," he finally admitted with a sigh.

"Why do you want to marry her?" Isaac looked over at the lizard carefully. Charles glanced back, gauging the situation; by now, his musk had saturated the room. It was a subtle but prevailing scent, and if he played his cards just right...

"May I be honest with you, sir?" he asked.

"You know you can." Isaac let out a dry chuckle. "I just admitted to you I don't think my daughter is a very good person. I think we've gone past the secrets stage."

"I suppose you're right," Charles laughed. He laid back in the bed, staring at the ceiling; idly, he stretched out his body, not-so-subtly showing off his newfound, defined muscles. He could see Isaac staring at him with a glimmer of interest out of the corner of his eye before the older croc blinked and looked away, and he smiled inwardly to himself. "I think I've changed my mind. You're right, and I didn't even realise that until this morning."

"You did?" Isaac blinked, staring at the lizard who was supposed to be his son-in-law. "But... Why are you here, then?"

"I was getting to that," Charles grinned faintly. He turned on the bed, letting one hand come to a rest on Isaac's chest. The crocodile blinked at him in confusion, staring at the hand, then at the lizard's handsome smile. He made no move to pull it off. "See, I thought about it for a bit, and I still have a good reason to come over here... There's no reason for us to cut ourselves off completely, is there? After all, we're practically family now."

Charles' voice was practically purring, and Isaac blinked a few more times, finding himself increasingly distracted. The lizard's hand was rubbing small circles between his pecs, skillful fingers working its way through the tense muscles -- and he couldn't deny that he was starting to get turned on. His package was already a large bulge in his pants, and now it began to grow, the blood flowing downwards to his shaft. "Aheh... We are, aren't we?"

Isaac was blushing, mumbling. Charles smirked at the sight -- he never would have thought he would see the older crocodile acting like a teenager with a crush, and yet here he was, with Isaac shifting uncomfortably beneath his hands. He was so flustered. He didn't seem to be considering Elisa, not any more, and Charles couldn't blame him; his own cock was already thick inside his trousers, and the rigid shaft pressed eagerly against his shorts. Precum left a small patch of wet, sticky fluid on the material, only adding to the musk that Isaac could smell.

The crocodile's nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath and released it. He shuddered, the smell of Charles' arousal now clearly evident in the air. He should have felt outrage, perhaps, that this lizard was planning to cheat on his daughter with him, of all people... but he could only bring himself to feel flattered, perhaps a little aroused. To think a young, handsome lizard like Charles would still be interested in an older man like him! And he'd already admitted that Elisa wouldn't be a good fit for Charles, so why not claim him for himself?

If there were gaps in his logic, Isaac didn't see them. Instead, he stared with glazed eyes at Charles -- eyes that were slowly building with lust. The crocodile didn't understand how he'd failed to notice just how attractive his daughter's fiancé was before. He didn't say a word, not even as the lizard's hand slowly climbed up his chest to his neck, then to his jaw, then gave his chin a gentle nudge towards Charles' own maw...

Before he knew it, they were kissing -- and to his own surprise, Isaac was kissing back. He'd never felt any attraction to another male before, and yet here he was, unable to get enough of Charles. The lizard's tongue shoved its way into his mouth, exploring, sliding across his teeth like a playful lover, and Isaac found his body responding. He was pinning the smaller male down on the bed, grinding down against his crotch so that both their shafts rubbed against one another, letting out a low, harsh growl any time Charles moved or seemed like he was trying to get away...

And then he snapped back to himself. Isaac panted, his eyes wide, as he pulled away from Charles' lips. Even now, it took all of his self control to stop himself from ravishing the muscular lizard -- the way his mouth fell slightly open, the way his scales were flush with passion and lust... by God, it was difficult to keep himself away from the male.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Isaac muttered. He made no attempt to get off Charles. The crocodile was conflicted; he knew this was wrong, and yet this was the first time he'd felt any form of sexual interest since his wife had passed. The handsome young male in bed next to him was willing, and his legs were spread slightly open in a display of submission; it was really all Isaac could do to tear his eyes away. "Y-You're engaged. To my daughter."

"And we both know that's not going to last," Charles murmured softly, placing a hand against Isaac's chest. "Is this really so bad?"

"I don't know..." Isaac seemed conflicted.

"You've been alone for far too long," Charles continued, his voice sympathetic. A teasing hand trailed down to the crocodile's stomach, tracing the contours of Isaac's abs. "Isn't it time you let someone in?"

"But... you're..." Isaac shook his head, looking at Charles helplessly. The lizard chuckled.

"I'm willing," he whispered. "A lizard willing to do whatever you want, to satisfy whatever desires you might have. Doesn't that sound good?"

Isaac shuddered -- and Charles knew he had him. His fingers continued in their teasing dance down the older male's stomach, eventually reaching the waistband of his shorts. They slid underneath teasingly, reaching for that hard, aching shaft, gathering the precum off the tip of his cock and sliding it around playfully...

A low rumble sounded from deep within the crocodile's throat. Isaac was staring at him in a mixture of burning lust and need; Charles could see the desire for dominance gradually starting to burn within the older male. Tease him for too long, and more likely than not Isaac would simply pin him down to the bed and have his way with him.

He was okay with that, he decided. Isaac was very, very handsome, after all.

"There's -- there's something I've always wanted to try," Isaac admitted after a moment. Charles looked up, surprised. He hadn't expected the crocodile to say anything at all; about now was the moment he would have expected him to be overwhelmed by his lust, in fact. "I never could get my wife to eat me out... but if you say you're willing to do whatever I want..."

"Yes," Charles said immediately. Grinning at the surprise on Isaac's face, he leaned in to press a little kiss to the older crocodile's snout. "Come on, turn around. Let me be a good son and worship that ass of yours..."

Isaac shuddered at the words. He'd always wanted a son, and he couldn't deny that he'd started to think of Charles as his son ever since he'd come into their lives. Sure, he'd been a little protective of his daughter at first -- but then he'd grown more attached to the young male than he was to his own daughter. For all intents and purposes, Charles might as well have been his son.

His son that was now willing to pleasure him in any way he desired, and was about to rim him. A low growl started in his throat, and he flipped around, gritting his teeth as his cock ground against the soft fabric of the bed. "Then get to it, boy," he demanded. His tail rose, exposing the pink pucker that sat right between two muscular ass cheeks -- and it was clear the crocodile had never enjoyed any sort of fun there, considering how tight it was.

Charles grinned. He began by grabbing both of Isaac's muscular, perfect ass cheeks; pulling them apart, then staring appreciatively at the exposed entrance between them. He gave them a gentle, teasing rub, leaned down to take a deep whiff of the older male's musk...

Mmf. It was strong. Charles shuddered, his eyes glazing over with lust; try as he might, and as much as he wanted to stick this out so he could tease Isaac and drive him wild, the scent made it impossible for him to control himself. A broad tongue swept quickly across that needy hole, making Isaac squirm beneath him. A snarl followed. "Good boy..."

Charles didn't respond. He was too focused on the smell, the salty taste of the flesh he was teasing. He ran his tongue in a circle around the edges of Isaac's hole, prompting a groan from the croc, then began to push insistently at the center.

Isaac was tight, and that made it no easy task, but Charles was a persistent lizard. His tongue probed and probed, his hands rubbing at the older male's ass to coax him to relax; every so often, he retreated, giving Isaac teasing little nibbles along the base of his tail and just below his cock. Both were sensitive areas that made the crocodile push back into his face -- and both times Charles just grinned, going right back to the hole he had to worship.

Then it finally opened, and his tongue slipped past the rim.

Isaac roared.

The crocodile slammed a fist against the bed, no longer caring about how much noise he was making. Fuck if Elisa heard him, fuck if his neighbours heard him; that slick, smooth tongue inside his rear was all he cared about. Who would've thought it would feel so incredible to have something inside of him like this? The tongue wiggled, moving in and out, and he could feel every inch of the slick organ as it teased him.

Fuck. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and if the lizard continued, Isaac was worried he would cum right then and there -- spill his seed across his bed and his belly. It had been so long since he'd felt this kind of pleasure, so long since he'd even thought about it...

"More," he heard himself growl -- but wasn't he supposed to be stopping? He didn't want to cum too early; it would only end the fun, and he wanted this to last, wanted Charles to keep worshipping him. He groaned out loud as the tongue somehow delved even deeper into him; he forced his ass back into the lizard's face, his muscles tensing as he shoved himself up on all fours so that his cock wouldn't be pressing against the bed and tempting him to cum.

Then something warm and wet wrapped around his cock, and Isaac looked down with wide, startled eyes. That was... Xav. Charles' brother. Charles' _brother_had made his way into the room without him noticing, and had wrapped his maw around his cock, and was eagerly bobbing his head up and down.

Isaac couldn't help it. He was being worshipped by two brothers, his body teased to its very limit. He came with another roar, forcing his cock as deep into Xav's throat as it would go. _God_but his orgasm lasted for a while -- stream after stream of seed pumped itself into the young lizard, until it dribbled out the sides of Xav's mouth and down his chest, his cum staining the poor male's scales.

Behind him, he felt a hot, throbbing cock pressing against his ass. Charles grinned down at the older male, nibbling at the back of his neck. "We've still got some time before Elisa gets back, and my brother needs a hard, hot cock inside of him..."

"Please, sir," Xav added. He gathered some of the older croc's cum in a hand, using it as lube to stroke along his shaft. The lizard let out a low moan, wiggling himself underneath the crocodile and pressing his ass against Isaac's now-soft cock. "Please..."

Despite himself, Isaac felt himself getting hard again... and this time, there was no hesitation. He ground himself into the lizard beneath him, spread his legs for the lizard above. The two brothers would satisfy him.

He would make sure of that.

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Don frowned, the lizard wrinkling his nose a bit as he stepped back into his house. He'd been out working the night shift -- he was a guard at the local museum -- but his kids were usually pretty good about keeping the place clean. It was a nasty shock, to come back to the smell of... what was that smell, even? It wasn't necessarily _bad,_it was just strong. One of Xav's new colognes, maybe; the lizard was known for trying absurd brands of those things, and it wouldn't be the first time he'd had to tell his younger son off for messing up the house.

He shook his head. If there was anything he hated having to do, it was having to clean up after his kids after a long shift at work -- but he supposed, to be fair, it was happening a lot less now that they were both grown up. Besides, Charles would be moving out soon...

Don felt a bit of a stab of guilt, remembering that fact. He didn't really need to worry about all this for much longer -- once Charles moved out, Xav would no doubt be close behind. He wouldn't move into the same place, but the two brothers had always been close, and Xav would most likely prefer to be in the same general place as his brother. He'd have the place to himself, soon. The old lizard wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Shaking his head, he tossed the upper part of his uniform onto a nearby chair and headed in to look for the source of that strange, musky scent. It was, as he'd suspected, strongest in Xav's room -- but what surprised him was that he could smell it around Charles' room, too. What in the world had his two kids been doing? Charles had always been the responsible one; even if he was about to move out, the lizard would no doubt make sure to keep his room clean...

Don opened the door, peering into Charles' room curiously. Then he abruptly closed the door, blinked a few times, and opened it again.

Nope, it was still there. Charles' room was an uncharacteristic mess -- but that wasn't what had the older lizard stunned. No, what had him stunned was the fact that his son's sheets were absolutely stained with what was very obviously cum. An absurd amount of it, in fact.

Then there was the slick, oozing dildo that was sitting innocently by the bed. If not for the fact that precum seemed to be actively oozing out of the tip, Don would have dismissed it for a peculiarity about his son that he hadn't known about -- but no, there was something strange about the dildo. It didn't help that, as soon as he noticed it, the scent of musk in the room suddenly sharpened; it was no longer just a smell. No, it was something enticing.

Don shut his eyes, suddenly confused. Had he really thought that? Surely not... This was his own son's musk that he was smelling. He couldn't be finding it attractive.

The bulge in his pants told him differently. Without quite thinking about it, the older lizard reached down for the erection that had suddenly formed, giving it a rub through his trousers. He grunted. It felt good... If only he had his sons around. He'd make them help him take care of it. He deserved that sort of worship, anyway. He was always cleaning up after his kids, paying the bills for their home; it was about time they did something to return the favor.

Except... that wasn't right, was it? Those are my kids I'm thinking about,_he thought to himself. Unbeknownst to him, he was still slowly moving towards the cum-stained bed, still rubbing the bulge in his pants. _This is wrong. Something is really, really wrong about this.

He bent down, removed the boots he wore for work, then pulled at his belt. He tossed both his socks and the belt on the floor, then shucked off his pants, until finally he was standing in nothing but his underwear in Charles' room. I'm not even gay. I have a date with that woman I met online next week. Alicia. She's a very beautiful lizard. Why am I thinking about my son like this?

He slipped off his underwear, then laid back onto Charles' bed. There was a faint blush on the older lizard's face; Don didn't quite understand what he was doing, but his body certainly did. It loved the taboo, and it spurred him on. It was just a fantasy, after all. It wasn't like he was really using his sons sexually; what did it matter if he thought about it for a bit?

Besides, Charles' maw would feel so good wrapped around his cock...

Don grunted, wrapping a strong hand around his shaft and giving it a tentative stroke. He pictured it: His son, naked on the bed with him, maw eagerly wrapped around his shaft. His head would bob up and down, and his throat would almost bulge with the way his cock would fill his son's mouth; Charles would gasp for air every time he pulled back, and then he'd force that handsome head of his back down...

No, not just one of his sons. Both of them. He pictured Xav above him, even as Charles serviced his cock; he would make Xav sit on his face, and he'd enjoy the ass that he'd fuck by giving it a good, proper rimming. His tongue would tease Xav's hole until the lizard was squirming and begging for his father's cock.

Don fumbled for the dildo. He didn't notice how oddly warm it was in his hand, how it pulsed and throbbed almost as if it was a real dick. His fingers probed at his own hole -- even in his lust-filled state of mind, he knew enough to prepare himself -- and he pushed one in, letting his mouth hang open, panting, at the pleasure that filled him.

He'd never done this before.

Why hadn't he done this before?

He was stretching himself out, filling himself, preparing himself for a dildo -- and despite the fact that he'd never once considered doing this before, he found he now could barely think of anything else. He wanted this. He wanted this badly. In his mind, he saw Charles still sucking on his cock, saw Xav still sitting on his face, and there was a third, nebulous figure, something darker that was pushing in and out of his hole...

Don grabbed the dildo and shoved it into himself, biting back the moan that threatened to shake the room. Warmth flooded into him, almost as though something had cum into him and filled him with seed, but it had to be his imagination. All he was doing was having a little bit of fun, that was all; relaxing after a long, hard night at work. Sure, his fantasies were a little dirtier than usual, but where was the problem with that? They were, after all, just fantasies.

The lizard lost count of how long he spent playing with himself, stroking his shaft and forcing that thick, pulsing cock in and out of his tailhole. His toes curled, his muscles tensed and ached; he was _sore_from how long he'd been doing this. He could see a layer of his own cum covering his muscled chest, and he couldn't even remember when he'd orgasmed. It wasn't enough, and he didn't want to stop.

The door opened. Don heard it, in the back of his mind, but he dismissed it almost immediately. Nothing mattered except the pleasure of the moment, not even the footsteps he could hear in the house, not even the ones he could hear climbing the steps, not even the creaking of the door as it opened and eyes landed on his squirming, gasping form...

Don opened his eyes to look at the person who'd dared to intrude on his pleasure -- only to see Charles standing there, staring at him with a distinctly perverted grin. Behind him, he saw another lizard in the shadows that he could only assume was Xav. For a brief moment, he froze. His rational mind struggled to pull back to the surface, and there was a rush of emotions underneath his lust; guilt warred with desire, shame warred with lust.

Then Charles climbed up onto the bed with him, smirking. The younger lizard had removed all of his clothes, and his length drooped down just far enough that it pressed against his father's stomach. "Good morning, father," Charles purred.

"S-son, I-- I can explain," Don began. Charles laughed.

"I don't need an explanation, and neither does Xav," he told his father. He leaned down, sliding a tongue along the scales on Don's neck, nibbling playfully at him. It took all of Don's strength not to growl and take over right then and there. "We're just submitting like proper sons -- aren't we, Xav?"

"Proper sons serving their dad," Xav agreed, nodding. Don gulped, staring at his two sons, at how muscular they were. Part of him still fought against the corruption, told him that this was wrong; he'd been indulging in fantasy, before. Reality was different. Wasn't it?

...

Fuck it. Don threw away his inhibitions -- there was no need for them, not when he had two willing, eager sons that wanted to serve him. The dildo was still buried deep inside him, pulsing gently, and he made no move to remove it. It almost seemed like it was starting to move on its own, in fact, slowly thrusting in and out of him... or perhaps it was a suggestion? Perhaps it was telling him what he should do to his sons, what he needed to do to them.

"Get on your hands and knees," Don growled suddenly. He pushed himself off of the bed, clearing the space for Charles. "I want to see you begging for my cock. And eat Xav's ass out, while you're at it; I want to have him next."

Both brothers moved to obey. Charles grinned, moving seductively, raising his tail to expose his already loosened hole -- Isaac had spent a good amount of time fucking him just an hour ago, and the croc's cum was still leaking out of him. Don growled possessively at the sight. Soon, he'd mark his son and make sure that there was no one's seed in the younger male but his own...

Xav, in the meantime, gave his own abused hole to his brother. He groaned softly when Charles began to worship it with a teasing tongue, sliding the wet organ across the abused flesh. He pushed back against his brother, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud, but he couldn't help but yelp when Charles suddenly rammed his face between his cheeks.

Xav glanced back to see that their father had already mounted his brother, and was fucking him with a vigor that shoved Charles forward into him. From the way the lizard was moaning and the drool that was being used to rim his ass, Xav suspected that his brother didn't mind -- and neither did he.

It was going to be a long day. They'd decide on the logistics of how the four of them would live together later, Charles thought; for now, all he cared about was the dick in his ass and his brother's hole.