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Muted gold sand cascaded in shallow waves down the dunes, eternally sun dried, baked free of any and all moisture centuries ago. The healthy, yellow glow of the sun, a few hours beyond high noon, glared its' heated rays down at any traveler unfortunate to be out in the desert. One such traveler was named Lurdanjo. He was a draconian creature, but one fortunate enough not to have a black hide - a death sentence in that cruel landscape. Rather, his soft hide was red, and though his well-managed hair was black, that detail - along with the finer points of his brow - were obscured by a pith helmet. His slender, wingless body was dressed well for the occasion, if not in a bizarrely casual manner, as though he'd stepped through a door from a more mundane realm. He wore an off-white t-shirt - a good color to turn back some of the heat - and blue jeans, though the color was decidedly more tan, rendered so dusty by a few hours on the desert paths. Lashed to a lanyard, bouncing against the stiff plane of his lightly toned chest, was a canteen full of life-preserving water, and as the drake neared the peak of one particular dune, he paused to partake of a hearty drink of the water. He drank it with confidence, a foolhardy and cocky demeanor which ensured that the desert would swallow him alive and spit up his bleached bones, but he seemed to be entirely comfortable and unafraid, even as sweat rolled down his exposed flesh in heavy drops. With energy seemingly unaffected by the dangers of heatstroke and dehydration, Lurdanjo soon crossed three more dunes, each taller and more steep than the last; the final dune he climbed even saw him down on his all-fours, just so he could claw his way up through the shifting sands, but he triumphantly mounted the top. After a moment to catch his breath and blow the grains of sand out of his mouth, he saw what he had been promised; an outpost in the distance, and well beyond that, the colossal, great pyramid, looming on the horizon like a sandstone sentinel, a thousand times more imposing than the photographs he'd seen of them, rippling hypnotically in the mirage of the desert. He smiled enigmatically; things were about to get interesting before the day was over.

Lurdanjo scooted down the dune's opposite side, and he trotted confidently up to the outpost. As he neared it, he heard the bustle inside its' old, stone walls; the gaps of the walls, where time had eroded them, were covered with wood and sheet metal, lending the place a look that was simultaneously mysterious, eternal, and ghetto. Beyond the threshold, he saw storefronts as far as the eye could see along the well-worn main drag, where peddlers hocked their wares to any passerby. Some were locals and some were tourists like Lurdanjo himself, but the difference was that he didn't get suckered in. He brushed past yammering salesmen who assaulted him with their best broken English, and he ignored storefronts that offered genuine imitation Egyptian pottery and supposedly-fresh fruit in dubious shades of decay. One thing Lurdanjo was abundantly aware of was the fact that the inhabitants of the outpost - especially the natives - were almost entirely reptilian. There were few in the way of dragons, for most of them were simpler creatures like komodos, alligators, crocodiles, and more mutt-like creatures who he simply classified as lizards, while the tourists, hailing from any given country, erred on the mammalian side; wolves, foxes, assorted cats and dogs, and more than a few hyenas. One such hyena, a tall and handsome creature with incredible musculature accentuated by a sweat-stained wife-beater, bumped Lurdanjo on his exit from an alleyway, a manilla package under his arm. "I apologize, it is hard to navigate dese streets in the tourist seasons," he said to the drake with an apologetic tone and an incredulous smile to match, speaking in the most luscious African accent Lurdanjo had ever heard. He nearly told the hyena to stop where he was, but he resisted the notion, and he pressed onward after only a nod of acknowledgment. He watched the spotted wild-dog go with some regret, but he knew something else would catch his eye in time.

After a few more minutes, Lurdanjo knew he was right to hold out; on his left, he saw exactly what he had been hoping for. Tall, handsome, dressed lightly for the heat and covered in a sheen of sweat, the dusty alligator that Lurdanjo laid his eyes on was perfect. He stood as a bodyguard, arms crossed over his bare, rippling, soft-hide chest - the body he guarded was frail, to say the least, the polar opposite to such a handsome, physically perfect man in his prime. Lurdanjo put that old creature's age easily in the eighties, and his species, though difficult to discern for a grey-furred muzzle and cataract-milky eyes, was something from the feline family. Dressed in a silk, indigo robe, he should have been far too hot for someone of his age to not pass out, yet he seemed comfortable, and he sat entirely still; were it not for his occasional blinks, Lurdanjo would have thought he was a strange joke from a taxidermist. As he stepped up to the ancient creature - though his interest was, understandably, more in the scaled hunk at his side - the cat spoke, his words so scratchy from age that Lurdanjo was surprised dust didn't fly out of his maw. "Aah, I know that look!" he exclaimed - to the extent that he could exclaim - at the dragon. "You're seeking something!" Lurdanjo grinned and nodded. "You seek adventure! You seek excitement!" The dragon grinned wider, just showing his teeth. Something like that... Yes indeed, he thought, his eyes studying the bulging package of the alligator meat shield. His dangerous eyes were trained on Lurdanjo, but he didn't seem to notice, or care, that he was being checked out.

"The ruins to the north," the cat said with reserve, pointing to the pyramids, "are crawling with the lingering spirits of pharaohs long passed. It is said their guardian still roams the lair, ever impeding and punishing intruders. Untimely death awaits any who dare set foot in those cursed ruins." Lurdanjo stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyes fixated on the dormant lump in the alligator's trousers. "Danger, punishment, excitement - sounds like my kinda place," the dragon grinned, turning his sharp eyes on the old cat's for a moment. "If it is excitement you seek, I would suggest you seek it elsewhere. You will earn nothing but a painful dea--," Lurdanjo immediately cut in, his words flat and dismissive. "Stop talking." And, despite the stubborn, grey features of the feline's face, he shut up mid-sentence, his face showing not even a wrinkle of annoyance. In fact, he smiled benignly, as though Lurdanjo had given him a compliment. The dragon turned his intelligent eyes back to the alligator, who, despite the blatant disrespect to his charge, stood as silent and as dumb as ever. "Come here, you," Lurdanjo growled, availing himself for the bodyguard, grabbing him by the broad shoulders. He forced a wet, sloppy tongue-kiss on the scaled creature, one returned in spades with more tongue and saliva than he could have ever hoped for. He set his strong, rough hands on the drake's comparatively small and slender body, and he stroked fondly, rubbing down his flanks and over his hips with all the intimacy of a lover. Lurdanjo moaned and growled into the alligator's maw, but his return affections were far less benign. He clutched and groped the beefcake's muscular ass cheeks, feeling him up through the fabric of his sandy trousers. The old cat didn't pay any attention to the spectacle; nobody did. The locals and tourists alike went on with their lives, nonplussed by the public affection. Even when the dragon unzipped his pants and fished out his erect member, and the alligator started to stroke and palm it, nobody so much as batted an eye - Lurdanjo was not at all surprised by any of this disinterest. In fact, he seemed quite tempered towards it, and he moaned his contentment into the stud's maw, at the same time squirting his slippery pre into said stud's gruff palm.

The apathy was most surreal when a pair of tourists - seemingly newlyweds, their accents British, their mannerisms most yuckish - came up to the old cat and got similar advice about steering clear of the pyramid ruins; not two feet away, Lurdanjo sucked face with the alligator, and he humped into the bodyguard's hand, but these newcomers didn't acknowledge it in the slightest. Lurdanjo broke off the kiss, and he turned his eyes on the couple; the female was a positively radiant vixen with an endearing baby bump, but it was the male who caught Lurdanjo's eye - he was a German Shepherd, that much was clear, yet he still had a distinctly British accent. He was not nearly as tall or as built as the gator stud, but a canine was exactly what the drake had in mind, and this cute creature would work in a pinch. Popping the button of his jeans, Lurdanjo slid them down to his ankles with a push, and then - after momentarily shooing the alligator's hand away - he did the same to his boxers. "You, there - the dog," Lurdanjo said to the smiling, dull-witted Brit, "would you mind licking my asshole for me?" The dog at once cast off his wife's arm, and he knelt behind the dragon, all the while gushing with courtesy and good manners. "Not in the slightest, I'd be delighted to!" he beamed, afterward slipping his muzzle between the dragon's toned cheeks. With phenomenal skill and a staggering lack of reluctance - his demeanor was quite to the opposite, in fact - he began lapping over Lurdanjo's snug pucker, hungrily and happily slurping again and again, his paws resting benignly on the dragon's thighs. "Mmm, that's it," Lurdanjo growled aimlessly, his eyes shut, his ears lowered, his lips pulled into a lewd grin. "Gator, stroke me harder. Squeeze tighter." And just like that, the bodyguard complied, pumping Lurdanjo's swollen, throbbing cock in a very tight and gratifying grip. He pushed his ass back against the dog's snout, who responded not in the slightest; he simply kept dutifully lapping at the dragon's tail hole, making no effort to sink his tongue inside, treating it only to laps across the surface, just as Lurdanjo had requested.

In the fleshy hide of the handsome alligator's smooth palm, Lurdanjo's penis twitched with the telltale spasms of an oncoming climax. He reached back and absently laid a palm on the dog's head, whose ears flattened out in that way all creatures with erect ears seemed to exhibit; with a naughty smile, Lurdanjo had a brief, rotten thought; this is a much better use of that tongue than speaking in that grating accent. It made him laugh, and he did so without any attempt to stifle himself beyond the cursory act of impulsively covering his mouth. Just as with the unabashed sex, nobody noticed his outburst; the vixen looked at her husband expectantly as he lapped and slobbered over the dragon's asshole, but she seemed nonplussed. With a glance back at her - one she met with a friendly smile and a tiny wave - Lurdanjo realized she looked like she was waiting on her husband to finish tying a loose shoelace. Just a minor inconvenience, her cutely smiling mouth and pretty eyes said, just as soon as my hubby is done, we'll be on our way. Lurdanjo found her patience cute, in the strangest way, and so he sought to occupy her time, and expedite his own climax. "Vixen, come over here," he commanded in an amiable tone, and her response was immediate and positive. Smiling, nearly beaming, delighted to be of assistance to a charming man like Lurdanjo, she stepped up beside the drake, within arms' reach, and well inside of his forward-facing field of view. "Yes, what can I do for you?" she asked with those plucky UK tones, her eyes smiling nearly as much as her mouth was. Lurdanjo couldn't help but mirror her pleasantries, though his voice was momentarily shaken with pleasure. "Mmh! Ah, you lovely lady," he chuckled, reaching out to pat the cheek of her muzzle, "would you be so kind as to show me your breasts?"

"Absolutely," she cooed, though her voice had not a hint of seduction, nor unease. She was simply friendly and calm, and with actions to match how compliant and cool she was in that situation, she unbuttoned the denim vest she was wearing and then pulled up the wife-beater tank top beneath, exposing breasts unhindered by a bra. They were pert, swollen with milk, the nipples puffy and ready to be nursed upon; Lurdanjo could not help the grin that lewdly crawled across his lips. "Those are beautiful," he rumbled, his eyes momentarily fixing themselves on the smiling vixen's own. "Why, thank you!" she beamed right back, her tail giving a slow and lazy lash. The drake reached out and clutched those swollen boobs, one in each hand, and he groped their pliable flesh, at the same time running his thumbs over the nipples; fresh, warm cream oozed from those pink nubs, smearing into the dragon's hide like an exotic lotion, and he leaned in closer, that grin practically bisecting his face. Just briefly, he dragged his tongue across a nipple, cleaning up a trickle of freshly-drawn milk, and from that lap, he segued into nursing, wrapping his lips around the flesh, whereupon he began to suckle. The vixen filled his maw with a steady stream of her warm, thick, highly nutritious cream, and Lurdanjo moaned contently. Slowly, he shut his eyes; with one hand, he stroked up and down her flank, and with the other, he palmed that unoccupied breast. Unconsciously, he had begun to thrust into the alligator's dutifully pumping hand, and he was pushing back against the dog's licking tongue. So good, Lurdanjo thought in sexual bliss, pulling off of the vixen's nipple for a command; a run-off of her product dribbled down his chin in a cute fashion. "Dog, start licking inside my asshole," he said with lewd connotation, his request heeded immediately, for the German Shepherd pushed his long, wet tongue deep inside of the drake's tight anal passage. Still groaning out from that feeling, Lurdanjo addressed the alligator "And you, gator - suck my cock." With the utmost obedience, the rough-looking hunk knelt on the packed sand of the outpost's ground, and he wrapped his lips - just as surprisingly soft as his palms, with the texture of flesh - around Lurdanjo's throbbing manhood, upon which he began to suck hard, displaying incredible skill for such a masculine creature. Lurdanjo shuddered and grunted, and then he returned to his snack.

Lurdanjo just briefly thought of calling a few other attractive passerby to join in, perhaps to detail his balls with their tongues, or maybe give him a degrading show, but he thought better of being so greedy. With three beautiful creatures at his beck and call already, he would soon climax, and he smiled in this knowledge. Slowly, he eased back from the vixen's teat, this time wasting not a dribble of her milk. He looked at her friendly features expectantly for a moment, and then he nuzzled fondly into her swollen breasts and deep cleavage. "Ah, dog, rub my balls while you're at it," he grunted, his command answered at once; both of the canine's soft paws took hold of the soft hide of his scrotum, palming and groping in all the right ways. Meanwhile, his long canine tongue slurped deep, over tender, snug anal flesh that was not often explored by tongues. The dragon shuddered and huffed, nuzzling harder into the vixen's bosom; the alligator dutifully sucked, hungrily and noisily slobbering and nursing upon Lurdanjo's member. In a way that seemed too good to be coincidence, his oral ministrations perfectly complimented the dog's groping and tongue-fucking; it was all in perfect synchronization as near as Lurdanjo could tell, and it was an incredible pleasure. "Nngh, god," he shuddered, his face still split with that grin. He drew his head up, and he captured the vixen in a kiss; with no hesitation, she returned it, exchanging saliva freely with Lurdanjo, allowing his tongue into her maw, where it teased across her soft gums, pointed teeth, and her own demure tongue. With his hands - for he was too involved to interrupt the kiss to boss her around - Lurdanjo took hold of her paws, distracting them from their current task of holding the beater up. He set them over his shoulders, encouraging her to hug him about the neck, and she did; she even stroked up and down between his shoulderblades, petting him fondly, in a way he imagined she must have touched her goofy-accented husband when they conceived their child. It felt incredibly loving and natural; Lurdanjo savored it.

For all the pleasures to his most sensitive areas, and with a belly fill of nutrient-rich, taboo milk, Lurdanjo knew his climax was not far off. Already, he had begun to bear down for it, and it was reflected in his body; he clenched down on the dog's tongue, and his balls, formerly hanging low for the oppressive heat, were slowly drawing up to his body. The alligator was fed squirts and spurts of thick preseminal fluid, and the vixen's maw was utterly dominated by Lurdanjo's tongue, a far sight less articulate than her own, but more broad and thick, and thus more powerful - not that she had made any attempt at all to dominate him, and not that she ever would. Lurdanjo thrived on that apathy and submission, but not in a way that constituted a powertrip; it was just something he enjoyed in its' own fetishistic manner. He could feel his orgasm barreling towards him, and it was all thanks to the compliant and beautiful creatures around him; it brought a smile to his lips, but as that loving warmth passed and was replaced by the imminent pleasure of his climax, he regained his grin. Squeezing the vixen tight, sucking on her maw harder than ever, Lurdanjo huffed and groaned; he bucked into the gator's maw, and the dog cutely bumped his nose into the crack of the drake's ass, intently attempting to keep up with his movements, ensuring his tongue was always buried, and thus caused Lurdanjo the most pleasure. His paws never stopped palming and rubbing the dragon's sack, just as the alligator's maw would not cease its' sucking, and just as the vixen would not stop fondly petting Lurdanjo and accepting his kiss. They pleased him like lovers that had known him for years; he shuddered with a combination of orgasmic bliss, rotten lust, and loving fondness. Finally, the dragon came, clenching down on the dog's tongue involuntarily, splattering his messy load across the spacious interior of the alligator's maw, leaving the surface of his tongue splattered with draconian jism. The dog and the gator didn't let up in the least; their commands had not been terminated, not even with the drake's release, and Lurdanjo appreciated their autonomous affections well into his afterglow.

He still kissed the vixen as well, yet he finally broke that kiss off, and he pecked her on the lips. "Thank you," he said with a soft smile, and she returned it in spades, lowering her shirt and re-buttoning her vest in short order. "Think nothing of it!" she said, her tones underscored by a laugh in good nature. She waited close by until, predictably, Lurdanjo called off the dog and told him he was free to go. "Of course, glad to offer you a hand," the Shepherd beamed without an ounce of irony, rising from his knees. The newlyweds said their goodbyes to Lurdanjo, and then they were off on their way; finally, with a coy smile, Lurdanjo patted the alligator's head. "Enough." Slowly, the hunk pulled back, and then he visibly swallowed the load in his maw. "I need a handsome escort to keep me safe in those dangerous ruins," Lurdanjo murred, slipping back into his trousers, "so you're coming with me." With that, he turned on his heel, and he headed out the northern gate, the pyramid dominating the horizon, certainly far larger than it should have been, but he supposed the sheer size gave it a romantic appeal. It was a long walk to those ruins, but the sun had begun to drift over the horizon while Lurdanjo had had his little four-way. With the studly alligator in tow, he walked confidently down the path, and his imagination raced with possibilities.

Lurdanjo did not walk the entire way; he didn't even walk a quarter of the length of that long, dusty path before he gave up. He stopped in his tracks, just as the sun passed over the horizon, and he looked back at the gator, merely a foot behind him, staring with compliant, expectant eyes. The drake smiled thoughtfully and stroked over the handsome stud's craggy snout, and then he pecked the tall alligator on the lips, a kiss he compulsively returned. "Get down on your knees," Lurdanjo quietly ordered, his command heeded without question. Rather than unzip his trousers, the dragon walked around behind the scaly stud, and he stepped over his shoulders. He took hold of the alligator's head firmly, and he wrapped his legs around the creature's chest. "Now, get up and walk," he said with a small grin. The alligator rose to his feet, standing with such speed and stability that it seemed Lurdanjo was weightless; though he was not at all fat, he was anything but weightless. Calmly, the alligator walked for the pyramid ruins, his pace modest, neither a jog nor a creep. It was the perfect ride, as far as Lurdanjo was concerned, because it gave him an opportunity to rest his tired feet. Absently, he stroked over the ridges of the alligator's eyes and the rough scales of his snout, affections the stud didn't register in the least, but the drake expected no less. "What do you think we'll find in those ruins?" Lurdanjo asked, though saying that aloud made him realize he had not yet heard the alligator's voice; strong, silent type described him to the letter. "No idea," he answered in a gruff tone, stunning Lurdanjo into a dumb grin with his words. "I, yeah," the dragon concurred, capping it off with a laugh. "Just keep walking, handsome," he unnecessarily said, his fingers still roaming the creases of scale and hide on the alligator's head.

The pyramid grew larger and larger over time, soon hogging an entire cardinal direction of the horizon; it was simply too colossal to be real, exaggerated beyond belief, yet there it stood, a guardian of the sands, as real as life itself - and it continued to grow, still so far away, even as the alligator steadily walked. Lurdanjo was no expert at keeping time in his head, but he surmised something like an hour had passed since they began their long trek, and he supposed it was as good a time as any for a break to interrupt the monotony of the walk. "Stop, gator. Let me down," Lurdanjo said, and at that, the stud stopped and knelt, allowing Lurdanjo to step down. There, the hunk stayed upon his knees, and Lurdanjo stretched and yawned, his actions not unlike that of a little child who was getting a rest-stop break in the middle of a grueling car ride. "The night is so much cooler than the day," the drake remarked, taking off his pith helmet, which he carelessly tossed aside. He turned around to see the alligator stud, still kneeling, waiting for Lurdanjo's orders. That complicity was as enticing as ever, and it was with not an ounce of shame that the drake unzipped his pants for the second time that day. As he stepped closer to the prostrate stud, he fished out his erection, which he bumped into the hunk's rough lips. "Blow me," he simply said, at once treated to a warm, sucking maw around his manhood. Lurdanjo sighed and smiled, but it was unsavory and lewd, bearing teeth; it wasn't quite a grin, nor was it a true smile, but whatever it was, it made his pleasure and dominion quite clear. As the handsome alligator sucked and licked, the drake slowly rolled his hips, grinding into that skilled maw, which he fed a steady stream of bitter-salty precum. "Rub my ass, too," said the drake, his command parsed in a microsecond. The rough stud took hold of the dragon's denim-clad ass cheeks in his strong hands, and with them, he groped and kneaded. Lurdanjo huffed in arousal, and he patted the alligator between the eyes, at the same time closing his own. "That's a good boy," he remarked offhandedly, not realizing he referred to the hunk like a dog, but said hunk didn't seem to care one way or the other, focused with machine-like rigidity on the task at hand.

With a climax not far in the past, Lurdanjo's penis was a little bit jaded. "Suck a bit harder," the dragon gently ordered, his grin only widening as the alligator sucked with greater force. "Mmh, harder, harder! Even harder!" he groaned, each howl of the word met with rougher suckles, soon so firm that the drake's penis bulged with outstanding veins, and the tip oozed incessantly with its' slippery slime. The stud was sucking with so much force that it actually became painful in a strange, masochistic manner, and Lurdanjo hunched over the stud's head, huffing hard. "Ah, my god," he grunted, grinning dully, his eyes clenched shut tightly. "Enough, enough," he panted, his words punctuated with a groan. The change of pressure as the alligator released his cock and pulled back was immediately noticeable, and, after straightening out and glancing down, the drake saw that his turgid penis was still a subtle shade of purple, yet the veins had relaxed. Such aggressive, painful fellatio put the drake in a very dominant mood, and he was all the more eager to get off; this dominion was abundantly clear in his tones, but the alligator was simply compliant. "Get your pants down to your knees, then bend over. Lift up that tail!" In an instant, the alligator unzipped and unbuttoned those dusty jeans of his, and he eased them down to his knees, but he left his briefs were they were. He whipped around, and he dropped to his all-fours, his thick, heavy tail held high, drawing attention to the taut, underwear-clad curve of his ass cheeks. Lurdanjo grinned; he was rather glad the briefs had stayed put. Taking them off for himself would be fun.

Lurdanjo took a moment to free his scrotum from the pouch of his briefs, and then he knelt behind the prostrate alligator. With both hands, he palmed and squeezed that muscular ass, and he adored the feel of the stud's soft, yet tough hide beneath his hands, especially through the thin fabric of the briefs. Leaning down low, the drake bit down on the waistband of said briefs, and he lowered them like so until the entirety of that fine ass crack and the back of his balls were exposed. Lurdanjo was stricken with the urge to give that divine, muscular ass a little bit of lip service, and that was precisely what he did; he clutched the cheeks with hands that were both reverent and rude, and he parted them, exposing a flawless pink pucker that awaited anything Lurdanjo desired of it. After an extravagant lick over his own lips, the drake pushed his nose to that sweet little tail hole, and he partook of its' scent; rather than reptilian musk, his nostrils were filled with the subtle flavors of mangoes, bringing a dull grin to his lips. He dragged his tongue across the surface of that pink muscle in a long, loving lick, though the flavor was not that of fruit; the alligator's behind tasted of supple flesh and smooth hide, and Lurdanjo was happy to feel those textures and experience those flavors. The alligator didn't outwardly respond, but the pucker of his asshole clenched at the sensation, and it spurred Lurdanjo to be even more naughty. He pressed his tongue into the snug muscle, forcing it to permit his tongue, yet once inside, he could feel those anal walls not resisting, but welcoming him, easing his tongue in deeper. The drake shuddered and lapped hard over the walls of the alligator's asshole, immaculately clean, yet already slick and ready for sex; the seemingly natural lubricant was flavored like the creature's entrance smelled - mangoes, one of Lurdanjo's favorite fruits.

The draconian creature extracted his tongue from the alligator's rump, his own face plastered with a smirk, but the stud's eyes were forward, his body still aside from his steady breathing. He showed only a single concession of pleasure, for his member had emerged from its' genital slit - though he had external testicles, marking him as a truly unusual creature - and it throbbed with preseminal slime, which ineffectually soaked into the sandy grade beneath. The shade of that meat was jet black, and Lurdanjo clutched it in a lusty grip. He could feel the creature's pulse through it, and he stroked it hard, yet the stud was ever stoic, which was perfectly fine with Lurdanjo. "All right, now," he mused, at last straightening himself up; he clutched his own manhood, and he eased it between the alligator's prone ass cheeks until his blunt tip kissed up to that very tight pucker. "Act like a whore for me," Lurdanjo growled, and in that very instant, he pushed forward, sinking his cock quickly and efficiently. The alligator cried out with an uncharacteristic, heartfelt moan, as though the drake's entrance was all he needed to thaw; in any case, Lurdanjo grinned, and he hugged that big, sturdy tail. He forced his member in to the hilt in mere seconds, and the alligator was ever the compliant buttslut, his body quaking with pleasure; he panted and groaned for the drake, his masculine tones lending themselves well to such deep and gratified whore-moans. "Oh, god, what's your name?" he grunted, his tone really quite flatly Midwestern, and just briefly, Lurdanjo wondered why he was employed out in Egypt, but he dismissed the idea; there was too much fun to be had to get caught up in details. "My name? Not important to you," the dragon grunted, his hips already beginning to grind and gyrate, "but you can call me daddy."

"Ooh, yes, daddy," the alligator crooned as he pressed his ass back into those all-too-gratifying thrusts and grinds, the drake's blunt-tipped member an incredible delight. Just as the studly whore was in love with Lurdanjo's meat, so was Lurdanjo enamored with just how pleasing his handsome, scaly bitch's rump was. On any given creature, the behind was an exit, putting business before pleasure, yet that alligator's asshole seemed to defy description, or even basic biology, for it didn't resist and push against him. Rather, its' silky, slick walls seemed to draw him further in, and not only that, they kneaded his shaft in all the most perfect ways. The dragon bit down on his lip, and his eyes were narrowed down to predatory slits. The alligator was an incredible lay, that was for certain; Lurdanjo imagined that the handsome hunk could top like a champ, but that simply wasn't his role, not with that dragon. "You're a good boy, aren'tcha?" Lurdanjo snickered, pounding into that amazingly satisfying tail hole with more aggression by the second, yet his ruthlessness caused the stud no pain; he simply continued to moan and huff. "Mhm, yes daddy!" he gasped, rocking his behind back into the dragon's gyrations, anticipating them to some degree. "Mmm, you're a very good boy for your daddy," Lurdanjo cooed, treating the soft hide of the gator's rump to a rough smack, one the creature was nonplussed by. "You should jerk off," Lurdanjo said with a lewd rumble, his thinly-veiled order heeded without question. The alligator stud took hold of his swollen penis, and he pumped its' slick, black surface good and hard, only compounding the moans and other slutty examples of verbal faggotry that quaked past his lips. "Clench down for your daddy," Lurdanjo huffed, and just like that, the alligator did so; he rhythmically clenched and released that wonderful anal passage of his, and that was all Lurdanjo needed, for he plowed his cock in to the hilt one last time, his balls slapping up flush to the stud's own. With a moan howled up to the stars, Lurdanjo came, spilling a few modest ropes of his salty jism in the alligator's ass. Beneath, the alligator panted and even uncharacteristically whimpered as he had his own climax, one that saw him spill rope after rope after white, creamy rope into the sand beneath. Lurdanjo shuddered as he entered his afterglow, and he exited the alligator with a content sigh. That scaly hunk stayed precisely where he was, even as Lurdanjo stood and zipped back up. "That was a damned good lay," he said with dreamy affection in his voice, but there was no time to flop back and relax, for the ruins beckoned him. "Come on, stud. Let's get going." The alligator stood, pulled up his briefs and jeans and took to the drake's side after fastening them, whereupon he knelt again. Daddy couldn't be expected to walk all that way himself.

Lurdanjo stepped off of his mount - a term he found appropriate in more ways than one - when they finally appeared at the crumbling entrance of the ruins. That mighty pyramid jutted many miles out of the sand, an impossible monolith visible clear from space, but the drake took no time to admire the size of the desert colossus. He similarly ignored the colorful warning signs that surrounded the descending steps of the entrance, all jutting out of the packed sand at queer angles like shoots in a garden. None were verbal; they all conveyed their messages in that old standby, the skull and crossbones, often painted in blood-red smears of paint. The alligator was similarly apathetic to the warnings, and to the general ominous feeling of the entire place; he simply followed "daddy" without question, always close behind, even as they walked down steps that seemed to descend infinitely into utter blackness. Lurdanjo was sure-footed, but even he found himself groping at the walls as he walked; the alligator needed no such assistance. "Awful lot of stairs," Lurdanjo muttered under his breath, but he grinned a lewd grin, one unseen for the bleak darkness. "Must be something really good in here."

Many minutes came and went as Lurdanjo and his escort descended; down, down, down, and down some more, the stairs didn't seem to end, ever in complete blackness, and the drake had to wonder just how far down they were. It only added to the unreal scale of the pyramid, to know that even a single passage could descend so far beneath the ancient, ever enduring sandstone. When even the optimistic Lurdanjo started to lose hope about how far they'd descended - and when the light of the moon could no longer be seen up the stairs, not even as a speck - he saw an otherworldly glow a few flights down. A grin covering his face anew, he trotted down the steps quicker and quicker, not showing the tiniest concern about losing his footing and tumbling. The further he went, the greater that glow became, soon illuminating the steps he and his companion walked on, bathing them and the corridor in a sickly teal haze which reached its' crescendo as they dismounted the final steps, emerging into a cavernous hallway whose walls were lined with torches, all lit, all casting that blue glow from their unnatural flames. The drake paused to look around, and as he did so, the alligator stepped up to within an inch of his body; his tail unintentionally bumped the stud's leg, but neither creature said a word. The dragon was still grinning, his mind racing; now this is exciting! he told himself, catching sight of bleached skeletons here and there. The danger was compelling, and the thrill was a delight. The drake just momentarily wished for a fedora and a whip; as he passed a pile of old, long-barren bones, he found one such dusty, brown hat, but no whip. With an indifferent shrug, he knelt down and snatched up the hat, caring not as he tugged it off of a grinning, canine skull. "Doesn't look like you're using this," he mused as he beat the dust off of it.

While Lurdanjo admired his so very appropriate new headgear, the alligator meandered past him, but he progressed no more than a few feet past Lurdanjo; that was far enough, it seemed, for one of his heavy, clawed feet fell upon a stone switch, which gave into the surrounding sandstone with a heavy clunk! The noise caught Lurdanjo's attention just as he was straightening the fedora, and he watched, with his mouth agape and his pupils the size of dinner plates, as his alligator companion met with a grisly fate. From the endless, agoraphobic darkness above, a heavy, wooden battering ram swung down on sturdy chains, its' blunt end slamming perfectly into the hunk's chest, knocking him back with a nasty, fleshy thud! It tossed the colossal alligator at least thirty feet, whereupon he landed in the dusty walkway, skidding to a stop on his back. There he lay as Lurdanjo calmly walked over, avoiding the pendulum swing of the battering ram. He stood a few feet from the alligator, observing his still form for a few restless seconds before the burly creature picked himself up. His muscle shirt was torn on the front from the rough, wooden impact, but shredded on the back from the lengthy skid between his hard scales and the unforgiving stone. "You all right?" Lurdanjo asked, his tone that of a father who had just seen his child suffer their first spill on their new bicycle; the alligator nodded compliantly. "Yeah, daddy."

Before they exited that corridor, Lurdanjo pilfered one of the blue torches off the wall; if adventure movies and games had taught him anything, it was that ruins were often dark, and torches were a precious commodity. His instincts proved quite true, for the very next chamber they stepped into was pitch black; Lurdanjo's torch cut through the gloom to a small degree, and he looked around carefully. Scarab beetles scuttered away from the light, abandoning mangled piles of bones; unlike the ones in the hall, which seemed largely intact, these were crushed, snapped in a number of places - the skull he found was recognizable only for the eerie grin of its' crooked teeth. Lurdanjo shuddered at the sight, but it was not so much fear as it was exhilaration. Adventuring was simply too much fun. "I don't think we want to stick around here, gator," he told his companion, who agreed with a sagely nod. "Good idea, daddy. Let's keep moving," he concurred, stepping through the center of the room. With suspicious misfortune, his foot sank into the floor, riding on a stone switch, and again came that ominous clunk! Lurdanjo snapped his gaze up from the crumpled remains of the skeletons just in time to get a face full of dust as the ceiling jerked, though his fedora spared him from the worst of it. He held the torch high, and it was exactly as he expected; the ceiling was slowly grinding down, inch by inch. With haste, but not panic, the dragon scanned the walls with his torch in hand, until he found a door; it had to be from the look of its' framing, but there was no way to open it that he could see. He looked expectantly at his alligator companion, who looked back with dull eyes. Realizing that the stud was of no cognitive use, Lurdanjo looked back at the door they'd used; it was too far. They'd be flat as pancakes before they made it. The dragon looked over the wall again, and he saw a hole. It was big enough for an arm to fit inside, and after pulling up his sleeve, Lurdanjo reached inside. His fingertips brushed over a lever, but he could gain no purchase; his arms were too short. He pulled his arm out, and in short order, he glanced at the ceiling - now merely a foot above their heads - and then at the alligator.

"Reach into that hole! Pull the lever!" Lurdanjo barked, and the alligator jumped to it. He slid his arm in deep, and he pulled the lever with a heavy clunk! not unlike the stone traps. The door eased up and out of the way, revealing a well-lit passage that vomited blue glow into the death chamber. "Come on!" Lurdanjo said with curt, hurried tones, the stone ceiling brushing - and then snagging - his fedora as he ran, snatching it off of his head. With room to spare, he scurried out through the door, but the alligator didn't; he was stuck. Lurdanjo knew it, but there was no saving him; he'd have to rescue himself. However, before Lurdanjo could lament the loss of a very fuckable ass, the alligator crawled through the tiny gap that remained. He clawed his way across the sand, kicking with his legs like an Olympic swimmer. His feet were still in the crushing chamber in those last fateful seconds. He pulled one out, and with it, he tried to scrape himself out to complete safety, but he was too late; with a sickening crunch, a noise not unlike a car driving over a portable electronic gadget, the alligator's foot was mangled and crushed into oblivion by the stone ceiling. The stud didn't make a single yelp; he simply tugged at what remained pinned until it came loose in a brief shower of sparks and fluids, both of which ceased quickly. Slowly, he clambered up to his feet - his foot and stump, rather - and hobbled up to Lurdanjo, his original gait entirely lost in a dance that resembled a three-legged race at its' most successful. "You all right, gator?" The hunk nodded slowly, even going so far as to offer the drake a placid smile; he and Lurdanjo then walked down the hall together, past greater concentrations of those sickly blue torches, so many that the drake decided to toss his aside. The room at the end of the passage was incredibly well-lit, with natural-looking light, not that blue fire-puke that Lurdanjo's eyes were growing tired of. In his chest, his heart beat a rapid staccato riff; this is it, he told himself, this is gonna be awesome.

The scale of that final chamber defied description or comprehension. The formidable stone ceiling, engraved with awe-inspiring carvings and larger-than-life glyphs, was impossibly out of reach, proving almost as distant as the starry sky outdoors. Great, ornate monoliths stood as tribute to past pharaohs, adorning the walls as mighty pillars. Down a shallow flight of steps, rows of impenetrable sarcophagi lined a great stone channel; glyphs and ancient artwork in mellow blues and greens lined the walls of this channel, marking it as a river of death, a final resting place for the great leaders of Egypt's past. Lurdanjo walked and his companion hobbled along the walkways above and around the enormous channel. The dragon was drawn to the core of the room, where a mighty throne stood atop carefully crafted steps, elevated well above the upper levels, and it would give anybody who sat in it a view of every inch of that tomb like a lifeguard's post. As he moved closer to the seat, Lurdanjo realized that it was occupied; a canid skeleton sat in that single seat, its' face a perpetual grin, its' eyes empty, unfeeling sockets. Lurdanjo shuddered at the sight of it, but as usual, it was not in fear; he was incredibly excited, even aroused, because he knew what those bones were. He turned to face his companion, his features dominated by a grin. "Gator," he said in a brisk tone, hiking a thumb over his shoulder to the throne, "step up there." The alligator nodded, and he complied with a charming acknowledgment to "daddy." Up the steps, followed by Lurdanjo's eyes, he alternately walked and hopped until he stood inches before the throne. Then, in a fantastic display of forbidden, dark magic and wrath, the room fell dim, lit only by the undead glow of the death channel beneath. The eyes of each pharaoh statue, formerly dormant, painted in colors that had once been retina-searing primaries but had since faded to more mellow tones, glowed in a bloody red shade that signified divine retribution. Like Zeus incarnate, their uncaring stone eyes shot lightning with tremendous force into the throne, tossing the alligator back like a ragdoll, a launch that made the wooden battering ram seem like child's play. The scaled hunk flew back so far that he collided with the far wall, after which he landed face-first near the entrance - which was, notably, sealed. The dragon was so busy eyeballing the carnage inflicted upon his escort that he was taken by surprise when a commanding, booming voice echoed through the chamber. "How dare you set foot in my ruins!" said the voice in menacing, resonating baritone. His ears pinned back in a startled moment, the Lurdanjo turned to the throne, where the skeleton was absent; in its' exact place, glaring not at, but right through the drake, was the mighty Anubis.

The surprise - and that brief fear - had disappeared from Lurdanjo's features, replaced by a toothy grin. It only widened as the imposing jackal rose from his eternal seat, revealing the true scale of his body; by Lurdanjo's guess, he stood beyond seven feet tall, maybe closer to eight, and his musculature was so imposing as to surpass the alligator stud. Even in that ethereal lighting, the dragon could see what an incredible specimen this creature was; his coat, a midnight black, was not marred in the least by scars or other imperfections, but through it, one could easily see the jackal's outstanding musculature, the toned sinew that twitched and pulsed in an unending, idle dance. As he descended the steps, the incredible grace and symmetry of his body was made apparent, for every step was imbued with great purpose. The guardian's eyes were most perplexing, Lurdanjo decided, for they lacked any traces of pupil, and where there should have been white, there was simply unfeeling, dull red, a shade to match the since-faded glow of the monoliths' gazes. He stepped closer and closer to Lurdanjo, continuing to glare through the drake, and it was clear that he wouldn't stop - but the dragon didn't yet move in that dull little game of chicken. He stood where he was, and he more intently eyeballed the mighty usher of the dead before him. Wrapped flatteringly around his waist, open along one beautifully toned leg like a towel, the Anubis had a golden skirt that flowed down to his knees, its' fabric billowing without the aid of wind. It was a beautiful article, and it was incredibly fitting to his divinity, but Lurdanjo was more stricken by the lewd outline of the creature's sheath and scrotum, a sight which made the draconian creature grin all the more impishly. But a foot away now, it was everything Lurdanjo could do not to avail himself to the mighty creature, to lap over the crevasses of flesh that were his muscles and stroke over the fine curve of his no-doubt striking ass. Lurdanjo licked his lips and let his fingers grasp and writhe in an unsavory manner, but ultimately, with a very heavy heart, he stepped aside and allowed the Anubis to pass, who did so nonplussed. As the guardian walked by, the drake took in a few of the finer points of his appearance such as his short tail, curled up over an ass whose taut flesh was visible even through the skirt. Golden accessories punctuated his exalted appearance; bangles were around every limb in chaotic arrangements, a tarnished, silver choker adorned his neck, and honey-hued dyes created stunning glyphs on the smooth plane of his back. Oh, yeah, Lurdanjo thought with a simple, if not coy grin, following closely behind the Anubis, led by the tented bulge of his erection.

The alligator had not attempted to right himself, not since the Anubis' booming introduction. Rather, the formerly stoic creature lay in fear, cowering as the mighty jackal approached him. He scooted back as the guardian grew nearer, and he ineffectually clawed at the two slabs which made up the door, butted up horizontally, leaving but a narrow seam. The alligator fervently tried to gain purchase upon this crack, but he could not - and the Anubis swiftly ceased his panicked attempts to escape by planting a heavy, plantigrade foot down on the stud's chest, a foot which the alligator set his hands upon, but did not attempt to move. The Anubis glared down with an intense sneer, his lips pulled back to reveal rows of deadly teeth; the alligator, inversely, showed an incredibly genuine fear that, having observed him up until that point, Lurdanjo would not have thought possible. The dragon stood close by, ever the intent observer as this surreal little scene played out. "The last mortal who stepped into my domain had his eyes torn from their sockets, his tongue cut out of his mouth, and his body rend open, filled with hungry scarabs, then sewn shut again." Each syllable that passed his smooth, black jowls was laden with derision and venom, yet still incredibly authoritative; he made the alligator cower like a child, but Lurdanjo was aroused. Good god, am I hard, he thought, pawing at the bulge in his jeans with a soft sigh. "And I fear my patience has somehow grown more gaunt in time, you foolish, dumb beast. Your time among the living ends here!" He stepped off the maimed alligator and he lifted the dumbfounded hunk by the remains of his shirt, coaxing another long rrrrrrip! from what tattered fabric still clung to his body, utterly useless at any kind of censorship. He slammed the alligator into into slabs of the door with ease, and the buff reptile cried out in fear and pain. "Wait a second," Lurdanjo said, his grin having since evened out into a more ponderous, even expression, "why don't you just rape him instead of torture him?"

Neither the Anubis nor the alligator outwardly acknowledged Lurdanjo, but they did just that in their own way. "Actually, no," the Anubis said, his tones low, almost a sultry purr, "I don't believe I'll do that to you, you stupid, simple mortal." He tossed the stud to the floor, who gazed up at the jackal with wide eyes, a face that was pleading for mercy, but seemed wary of that which it had just received. "You're not?" he asked tentatively, his tone justifiably afraid in questioning this change of heart. "No, I'm not," the Anubis softly answered, but his grin was more lewd than ever. With a single, dramatic snap of his fingers that echoed far in the tomb, the alligator's remaining clothing erupted in a cold, blue flame that burned the articles off in an instant, leaving not even ash. So quick was this burn that the alligator didn't even have time to register his fear; it butted up neatly to the sudden shock of being naked. "I'm going to have my way with you," said the Anubis, shedding the skirt that he wore. He tossed it aside carelessly, and it fell into the lower level, the channel filled with dead pharaohs, but Lurdanjo wasn't paying attention to it, and neither was the petrified alligator. The jackal's sheath was not only proportionate to his body, but also incredibly pleasing to the eye; thick and swollen, dressed in the same matte black fur as the rest of his body, and with a very plump, heavy scrotum dangling beneath between thighs chiseled out of raw muscle, it was everything that Lurdanjo hoped to see. Already, the pointed tip of his penis - canine, of course, and also a solid black to compliment his fur - had begun to peek out. It oozed with preseminal slime, a thick natural lubricant that ran down the length of the guardian's shaft in zigzagging rivulets, ones disturbed and mutated easily by the heavy, twitching throbs of the meat whence they emerged from. "I'm going to rape you, you foolish mortal; I haven't had any pleasures of the flesh in aeons. For all eternity, you will be my - what is it you mortals say? - ah, yes, my bitch!"

Lurdanjo almost felt like cheering when the Anubis pounced the hapless alligator, whipping him over upon his stomach with all due haste. The harder the stud struggled - and oh, yes, he certainly did fight - the quicker the jackal's penis emerged, until it ultimately peaked at a length the observing dragon put at twenty inches. He knew it was probably a give-or-take figure, but twenty seemed like a nice, round number - not that he would have been heartbroken if that black, lip-smacking cock had been nineteen or twenty-one inches long. "Yes, rape him," Lurdanjo said with a domineering grin, his role seemingly that of a dirty puppetmaster. With only a lewd, rumbling growl - set off by a startled cry from the alligator - the handsome jackal slid between the soft-hide cheeks of the stud's ass, and though Lurdanjo could not ogle the finer points of the penetration, it was clear to see and hear that the Anubis at once buried his massive endowment. The formerly stoic hunk groaned and writhed beneath, on the verge of weeping and tears, though he was not quite to that point. As the last few knot-less inches of the Anubis' meat slid home, pushing that swollen gland between the toned ass cheeks of the unfortunate stud, pressing against that well-stretched pucker in a manner as intimate as it was violating, the dragon couldn't help himself; he was overwhelmed with arousal and pleasure. He stepped around behind the jackal, and there, he knelt in the same way the Anubis knelt while he laid claim to the alligator's asshole. The dragon watched with that ever-present grin, but he had wrangled it into more of a curt smile, a pale seam where his lips met, exposing no teeth. Like a piston, with unchained energy available only to a godlike being, the handsome jackal raped that mortal ass for every ounce of pleasure it was worth. His preseminal fluid flowed like a stream, its' sheer volume leaving that fuck so very well-lubricated, every thrust accompanied by a hot, wet squeak of liquid against writhing anal walls and swollen, erect flesh.

The dragon watched as close as he could, loving the sight of that toned, black-furred behind bouncing up and down, left largely unobscured by a small and inoffensive tail, yet he similarly enjoyed the way that heavy, full sack swung like a pendulum, slapping into the smooth hide of the alligator's own balls in punishing slaps. Each thrust was absolutely perfect, resonating with the sound of hips on ass cheeks, muffled by the jackal's fur, but only just. Those lewd sounds were more drowned out by the mighty guardian's ruthless snarls, which were met by the nearly hysterical cries of the alligator, noises far better suited to the unwanted first time of a sixteen-year-old girl than a pillar of muscle and flesh like that hunk. Ooh, yeah, cry, bitch - act like it hurts, Lurdanjo thought, palming the throbbing bulge of his erection through the thick denim fly of his jeans, shuddering with every grope and rub. Now and again, he could catch a glimpse of the Anubis' puckered asshole, peeking from between those divinely taut rump cheeks like a teasing little wink - teasing was certainly the right word, too. Lurdanjo leaned in closer and closer, far enough back that the apex of each return left the jackal's taut bottom a mere inch from the drake's snout, and in one of those moments where that undulating behind was in just the right place, Lurdanjo sniffed, hoping for a whiff of the creature's musk. Just faintly, the dragon caught the scent of grapes, and in that moment of recognition, he grinned. Reaching out, he tried to clutch the Anubis' hips, but they would not cease; as much as Lurdanjo enjoyed that persistence, he wasn't going to be denied. Not by a married couple of British tourists, not by a handsome alligator studmuffin, and not by Anubis himself. "Stop!" Lurdanjo ordered, and the jackal's hips froze at once, just as the alligator's whimpering and pleading did. Gently, Lurdanjo pushed the jackal's hips until the gland of his knot kissed up to the alligator's tail hole, and then he squeezed that fine pelvis. "Keep growling, keep taunting him - that gator is still your bitch, and he's gonna act like it. But hold still!"

"Foolish, pathetic mortal," the Anubis rumbled, resuming his show seamlessly, even as Lurdanjo buried his snout in the guardian's ass cheeks. There, the drake slobbered and sniffed to his heart's content upon and around the handsome jackal's asshole; that puckered, tight muscle and the lightly furred flesh of his taint and ass crack were salivated over and upon, and the entirety of that taboo flesh smelled and tasted of deliciously fresh grapes - it was almost like tasting a finely aged wine. Lurdanjo was largely oblivious to the exchange between the guardian and his mortal prey; something about foolish mortal and you shall pray for death, met with something about oh, please, no, I don't even know how I wound up in here! It was all very cute, convincing, and sexy, but Lurdanjo was not paying attention. He dipped his tongue into the forbidden pucker of the Anubis' asshole, first just the tip, but soon all that he could spare, and in that moment, he took hold of the guardian's heavy scrotum, which he fondly palmed. Inside, the wine flavor came in the form of a natural lubricant, a slime not unlike precum which soaked the drake's tongue and assaulted his tastebuds in that wonderful fruity taste, yet that was only the surface of it. Those scents and tastes were also laced heavily with pheromones, hidden beneath a flavor more appealing to some than simple musk, and the dragon was getting sexually high off of their wiles. Still tongue-fucking the Anubis' rump with depraved hunger, the dragon reached down, and he hastily freed the throbbing flesh of his erection. He didn't even bother to get out his balls; his cock was all that mattered. He pulled his tongue out of the jackal's asshole with a soft gasp, and after the fact, he licked his lips and sucked on his tongue. "God, you taste good," Lurdanjo grinned, delivering a wicked, flesh-on-flesh smack! to the Anubis' rump that resonated throughout the chamber, a no-doubt painful sting, but it didn't interrupt the guardian in the least. He didn't drop a single syllable in his incessant taunting and degradation of the alligator. "Hey, Anubis," Lurdanjo said, easing his blunt-tipped manhood between the handsome guardian's ass cheeks, "I bet you'd make a damn good whore. Let's see if I'm right."

As Lurdanjo slid into the Anubis' ever-ready entrance, the mighty guardian abandoned all ignorance of the drake's existence. "Rrh, that feels incredible," the massive canine said with shuddering words, eagerly pushing his ass back into the dragon's hips, forcing him to drive home his member even quicker. The dragon huffed and groaned at the blissful feeling of that incredible ass; just as with the alligator, those anal walls pulled, rather than pushed. Slick with that wine-reminiscent ooze, they were incredibly well-lubricated, and were they ever hot. As his hips kissed up to the muscular curve of the guardian's behind and his shaft was completely buried in that snug asshole which seemed to be built solely for pleasures unheard of, the drake thought, for only a moment, oh, fuck, I think I'm gonna cum already. But, that turned out not to be the case; it was but a fleeting pang of pleasure, though Lurdanjo would have been happy to bust a very quick, satisfying nut in that fine, forbidden ass. "You're a good little doggy," Lurdanjo said with a grin, but his words harbored a notable affection rather than simple derision. "Thank you," the Anubis shuddered, his asshole rhythmically clenching on the drake's penis, working its' overexcited, swollen flesh in a way that, Lurdanjo admitted to himself, wasn't helping that feeling of premature climax - not that he was going to do something stupid like command the jackal to stop that.

The dragon started to rock his hips; each time he pulled back was made difficult by the writhing, reversed muscles of the jackal's ass, wanting nothing more than to draw him back in, but defying those pulling, sucking, begging walls made each slide back in all the more blissful. After a few particularly rough thrusts, the Anubis started to really pant and moan, his legs quaking for effect - and all the while, he was buried, nearly knotted, in the now quiet and compliant alligator's behind. "Here, I thought I lived to serve only the dead," said the Anubis, "but it seems that this, the opportunity to please a mortal like yourself, was my true purpose!" The dragon laughed, but it was friendly and cheerful. He was perfect to these beings; he could no wrong; they loved him, and he loved them. It was the happiest place in all the universe for him. "Please," the jackal quaked, "how might I address you, my master?" Lurdanjo never stopped his laborious thrusting, and though he began sinking into thought, the answer suddenly hit him like a slap in the face, spreading a dull grin across his lips that showed a hint of teeth. "Just that - master. You'll call me master." The Anubis nodded his head in a sagely manner. "Yes, master." Lurdanjo, soon beginning to shudder and moan, licked over his lips in a naughty manner, still tasting the Anubis' wine musk. "Master wants you to keep fucking that alligator - but be nice. Treat him with respect, though that doesn't mean you can't knot him senseless..."

Lurdanjo knew that most man-train scenarios could be a real clusterfuck, an obnoxious clash of rhythms that left nobody satisfied and everybody annoyed, but the Anubis began to fuck the alligator in a way that only complimented his master's own pace, adding more pleasure and removing some exertion from the dragon's thrusts while effectively fucking the alligator. He began in a tame enough manner, but his thrusts fast became firm and fast, each one pounding his knot against the scaly hunk's asshole like a big, black fist. Below, the alligator took this fuck passively, and he seemed to look right past the Anubis' face, who alternately panted, grimaced, and softly sung the praises of Lurdanjo's cock. Lurdanjo noted this utter apathy, the nearly catatonic state of the alligator, rendered seemingly idle, like a programming loop that the author forgot to put an escape in. That silence was fine by him; there was something arousing about the utter lack of not only care, but of anything at all, existing only as a place for the handsome jackal to park his knot, something he soon started to do. With each thrust inwards, those violent sucking and sloshing noises became all the more pronounced, for the beautiful guardian began popping his knot in and out. He groaned and panted in the alligator's lifeless face, who suffered not even a single wince as he was so ruthlessly stretched and abused. "Oh, master!" the Anubis howled, knotfucking the alligator with only the purpose of his own pleasure in mind, yet taking Lurdanjo's modest cock like the ideal bottom bitch. "That's right!" Lurdanjo cried in his own bliss and dominance, his hold on the Anubis' hips turning into a white-knuckle deathgrip. "Cum for master, do it! Finish up like a good boy!"

The queer laws of the world were as apparent then as ever, for the Anubis plowed in for the last time and went still, aside from a mighty shudder that shook his body to the core. Clenching like a very loving vise upon Lurdanjo's invading cock, the guardian spilled his heated seed into the apathetic alligator's rump, delivering such a mighty wad that it oozed around even the great bulk of his swollen cock gland, wedged so perfectly into the scaled stud's tail hole. With that great clench, and with the clear knowledge that the jackal had at last seeded the alligator, Lurdanjo cried out and came just as hard. He pumped a load as thick as any other into the jackal's prostrate behind, shooting his jizz deep into that inviting, writhing asshole, ever cherishing that all-enveloping warmth and the inverted grain of those walls which seemed to want to keep him inside for all eternity - or at least until he was completely and truly satisfied. "Ahh, my god," he shuddered, his lips twisted into a broad and toothy smile. He glanced down at the hunched-over, colossal frame of the Anubis, and then he stroked over the guardian's back, tracing the honey-colored glyphs. "Was that to your satisfaction, master?" asked the Anubis, his tones so very thoughtful, but still quite stern and strong - the admiration and respect was not at all contrived, but simply delivered without bias in that masculine voice. "It sure was," Lurdanjo sighed, slipping free of the Anubis' rump. His asshole dribbled with spent draconian semen, which oozed from that perfect pucker and ran down the jackal's taint, leaving a dirty streak of off-white that made the drake grin. "It pleases me to know that, master," the jackal said, his words as loving as they were firm.

With a content sigh, Lurdanjo flopped back on the stone floor. The release of the sex was accompanied by a dose of any number of feel-good substances by his own body, and so he cared not how cold and uncaring the floor of the tomb was. He felt good; so, so good. "Oh, Anubis," he cooed fondly, "lick my asshole for me." He heard the soft-spoken acceptance of his command. "Yes, master." And then he heard the wet, lewd shh-pop! of the jackal's knot freeing itself from the alligator's asshole. The Anubis knelt and gently, but efficiently removed the drake's pants and underwear, ever gazing down at the drake with those gleaming red eyes, but they held a strange softness in them, compounded by an affectionate smile, the sort of smile a teenage lover might bear at the sight of his puppy-love girlfriend. He lay between Lurdanjo's legs, and he nosed up beneath the drake's scrotum, whereupon he began to lap intently on that puckered tail hole, putting his broad canine tongue to work. Lurdanjo sighed contently, and for a few long minutes, he enjoyed this pleasure; with no sound but his own soft breathing and the Anubis' reverent lapping, it was so peaceful that he wanted to sleep. I could sleep forever, he thought, and then he glanced at his surroundings, and he laughed. It was a long, happy laugh, a truly therapeutic release. With a glance down, he could easily see the Anubis hungrily lapping and slurping, and he smiled. So obedient. I love them all. Reaching down, he clutched his shaft, already half-erect, and he squeezed and palmed it until it once more swelled. "Hey, gator, come here. Ride daddy."

As the alligator descended on his shaft, Lurdanjo grinned and laid back fully, resting his head on his interlaced fingers. "I love androids."