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She knew he was coming when she started to wonder if she was feeling an earthquake. No, that was just the very walls around her shaking with the approach of the world’s most unsubtle crocodile. Jenna squirmed around in her chair before she finally managed to scoot around and get up to her feet. The fennec made sure to get to the door before Xerxes had to knock. He probably would have ended up knocking it off its hinges, whether he meant to or not. It would have been kind of hot, she had to admit.

For as many times as she’d seen him in crowds, she still wasn’t ready to stand in front of him, all on her own. God, he could have just stepped on her. That was her first thought when she started scanning up his huge, powerful body, standing at his toes. The croc stood tall, broad, and thick, strong and fat alike, bending space and time where he stood, or so she swore he did. Her lip was quivering a little by the time she got to his thighs, and then his massive, face-level [i]bulge[/i]. That wasn’t fear that made her shake, though she had to admit she felt a little bit of it when she got past his barrel gut and strong chest to get a good look at his interlocked nightmare of sharp teeth, all on display in a grin.

“Hey Jenna.”

“Heeeeey ...” she said.

He snorted. “Having second thoughts? Not a big deal if you are. Get that a lot.”

“No. [i]God[/i] no.” She stood up as tall as she could, which barely got her to the level of his gut, ears aside. “I’ve been so hot thinking about this, especially since Aaron doesn’t know, nnnnnh. I just ...”

“Just what? Feelin’ a bit bad?” Xerxes shrugged. He didn’t seem especially moved by the thought.

“Maybe a little. But we’ll do it right. With a few rules, if that’s okay.”

Xerxes remained placid, giving no indication of whether he cared, so she just went on, babbling.

“Here. Step in here, would you? I just, I think the sound kind of travels through the doors in this place, neighbours might hear you if we talk about it right here.”

“Uh huh.” [i]Thump thump thump.[/i]

She closed the door and locked it tight behind the wall of scales in her apartment, as if someone was going to kick it open and interrupt them. Definitely not Aaron, though. He would have shrank at the sight of a huge man like Xerxes. It wasn’t that Jenna didn’t like him, of course. It was just that ... he wasn’t anything like the mighty slab she had visiting her for a very special night, and that was precisely why it was so fucking hot to have a little extra fun without him.

“Okay! So. The rules. If you can follow them.”

The croc already had a faint, horny rumble emanating from him. Telling him how to behave felt a little like negotiating with a volcano. Especially with those fiery orange eyes of his. But she wasn’t going to let herself lose her resolve. As far as she was concerned, she’d pretty much already break the seal. She made sure her voice was as steady as she could make it.

“The biggest thing is, this is just sex, okay? Like, I think you’re cool and all, I just ... so, that means no kissing, no hand-holding, intimate stuff like that.”

Xerxes was entirely unmoved by such restrictions. He watched the fennec almost bouncing up and down with her effort to assert herself as she went on.

“And it’s all gonna be with a condom on. With a pullout too. Just to be safe. No anal, either.” She hesitated, and bit her lip. “I know that’s a lot, but those are the rules if you want me.”

With a look up at him, she found herself thinking about how easily he could have just picked her up and [i]taken[/i] her right then. She couldn’t have done anything to stop him. Instead, he shrugged.

“Eh. I get it. So, you wanna see it?”

He was already pulling his shirt off. Jenna got all flushed at the reveal of his belly scales, and all the muscles that bulged beneath his top. How he even managed to find clothes in his size was beyond her, but then she had the same problem in the opposite way. There were ways. She stood by, doing nothing to mirror his casual strip show. The anticipation was too much. She felt like she was rooted to the spot in the buildup to the big reveal of what the croc had bulging in his pants. A belt, a zipper, and then a tug, and she got a closer look, then an even better one when he pulled his soft dick and fat nuts out of a supportive jockstrap, to faintly wobble in his grasp.

Jenna wasn’t even sure when she reached out. She simply had to have her hands all over it in an instant. There was no resisting. Just clutching it, letting that fat pitch black uncut croc cock rest over her two upturned palms was mesmerizing. She swore it weighed half as much of her, and it wasn’t even hard yet. A few light squeezes, a few slow strokes up and down its length to get a feeling for the texture had her mouth watering. She wiggled her nose and ears alike, trying not to make it too obvious that she was sniffing the air, but even a small noseful of his masculine, reptilian musk eventually brought a whimper from her.

“You okay?” He tipped his head at her.

“It’s so fucking big ...”

That made him chuckle. “Yeah. Get that a lot, too. And you’re pretty fucking small but we’ll figure that out.”

Holding it like that, stroking his fat dick, then cupping his enormous nuts, she had to wonder about her own rules. She said condom only, but did it count when she was just touching it? Rubbing him meant getting his scent all over her hands, but she was going to end up smelling like hot, sweaty, manly croc either way. What about tasting it? She never really thought about that, and when she tried to, she was already running her tongue delicately along the side, barely touching it. One small taste wasn’t going to hurt anything, she told herself. Nor was jerking it up and down a few times just to get him ready.

An occasional grunt to go with his rising rumbles had her flustered beyond belief. Now those were some manly, horny sounds. She felt like any moment, he could have picked her up and slammed her against a wall to take whatever he wanted. She was playing with fire. Or just with a big fat croc cock, anyway. She stroked it a little more vigorously, still being careful. Licking her chops and sucking her tongue made the most of that tiny sample of his taste. God, the musk was just flowing through her. She could feel it getting into every inch of her skin. She was swimming in him just by being close, and it was only going to get more intense.

When she’d rubbed him half-stiff and saw that bead of thick precum forming at his tip, she was ever so tempted. Swallowing his pre was [i]definitely[/i] bending the rules. Maybe it was time to get the condom on him before she got any ideas. Or he did. She was still thinking about the idea of him just barrelling into her and slamming her up against the wall. It could have happened at any second. The picture in her head was terrifying, and that just made her want to suck his cock all the harder.

A little bit of bare attention wasn’t illegal. No one was going to stop her. She looked up at him, and then just went for another lick. The pleasure of really doing it, of tasting such a big man was already making her fight not to keep whimpering every second. She stroked and slathered his cock with firmer, deeper slurps until she was drooling on him. Finally making her way to the tip got her the treat she wanted. There was so much to lap up, so much to soak in, but she couldn’t stay subtle about it for long.

Even fully stiff, swelled up to its full, veiny size, the croc’s cock was all wrapped up nicely in some thick foreskin. Jenna started at the base, running her tongue over every stiff vein to feel them bulging, Then she worked her way up, cleaning off even more precum before sticking her tongue right between the juicy head of his cock and the skin wrapped around most of it. A circular slurp got her mouth full of musk until her eyes were watering and she was laying her big ears flat to her head. She worked up enough drool that it was dripping to the floor by the time she started sucking his dick properly.

Xerxes laid his hand on the back of her head ever so gently, but the sheer weight of it alone kept her sliding down his cock a little faster. She had to open up wide and strain her jaw a little just to fit it all in her mouth, but it was worth it. Just feeling that huge, hard dick pulsing between her lips, spurting prejizz on her tongue left her moaning around it. She was only sucking on an inch of it, but holding it there, gulping down the juices he gave her left her caught up in eye-rolling pleasure. Her pussy was aching to have him inside her, no matter how much it stretched her, but she wasn’t going to let him go without a few good sucks.

Pressing and pressing, she eventually choked herself on his girth and gagged pretty hard before she was even halfway down his shaft. He patted her on the head and eventually even tugged her back when the sloppy [i]glurks[/i] got concerned. She was halfway to passing out on his cock before the fun really started, leaving it spit-glazed and dripping just as much as her own chops were. Looking up at his looming form, juices pouring down her chin, she finally gave a little chuckle.

“Don’t hurt yourself, fox.”

“I’m a fennec.”

Xerxes just rumbled a little more deeply at that. She looked him up and down, pursing her lips.

“Little more?”

“I won’t complain.”

She simply couldn’t resist those nuts. Going down on him again, she sucked his cock from the side, slurping her way along until she smothered her snout in his crotch. Sniffing his scales brought her enough pleasure, and she was even more enthralled when she took a deep huff of his balls. He was so much taller than her, she barely had to crouch down to get under him, licking and sucking on his sack until she’d gone all the way to the back. She was only slightly tentative to lick his taint, and she knew she heard him give a nice deep groan of pleasure when she went all the way down and licked his ass. Just a few warm strokes along his rim got her blushing uncontrollably by the time she pulled back again.

He was still patiently waiting for things to really get going, barely inside her apartment and with his dick already out and covered in fennec saliva. It dripped a little more pre with every flex. It was getting on the floor. She thought about whether it was going to be harder to cover up the scent he left on her apartment, or her body. It was probably time to get him all covered up before she just kept going and sucked his cock dry. He could wait a little longer for her to dash off and grab one of the dozen or so extra large, extra durable rubbers she’d stocked up on. She figured it paid to be extra prepared, just so she wouldn’t end up tempted to say fuck it if they ran out.

Unwrapping the first one, she presented it to him as if he wouldn’t know what it was. The fact that he barely moved, just waiting there, cock throbbing its way past half-firm was just so much hotter. His restraint felt like it was building to something. She knew it had to be. He didn’t seem to care about having to cover up either, but she was still going to make it sexy for him. Squeezing the base of his dick, feeling just how stiff it was getting in her presence, all because of her, she massaged it, jerking him off right into the condom she was putting on him.

Getting that mostly stiff black spire covered in protective latex brought some of her tension down. Now it was [i]safe[/i] to play with it. She was following her own rules, and so was he, without complaint. She looked him up and down, still kneading his balls. It was hard to stop playing with those. After a while of that, she eventually giggled at herself.

“I guess we should probably take this to the bedroom. Instead of, you know, the front door.”

“Was wondering when you’d say that.”

She reached for his hand by reflex, only to pull it back when she remembered her own rule. He didn’t need the guidance. Following her swishing tail, he thumped his way through an apartment that was far too small for someone his size. When they were all alone in the bedroom, in the place she usually slept with Aaron, she made sure to close the door just for the extra layer of privacy. Only when she was sure they were totally alone did she touch him again, stroking along his sides, his belly, then his dick again.

“Okay. I think ... I think I’m ready.”

“You been looking ready for a while. You want me to just do my thing or you want it a special way?”

The even tone of his voice rose ever so slightly as he spoke. It was subtle, but Jenna definitely noticed it. There came that image of him powerslamming her against the wall again.

“Just ... just take me. I don’t care how you do it. Just as long as you follow the rules. Grab me, push me down, whatever seems right to you.”

“Gotta figure out how not to crush ya. Other than that ...” He tilted his head down at her, giving her a deep, lava-eyed stare. “Yeah. I can do that.”

He reached out, and grabbed her by the face. Her whole muzzle fit in his hand. That effectively muffled her surprised cry. It also served as a good handle for him to lift her right up off her paws and dangle her there, helplessly squirming, whimpering as he stripped her down. He only needed one hand for that. At least he didn’t shred anything. Jenna thought she heard the rip of fabric here and there, but such sacrifices were hardly worth fussing about. She let him steal her top, her bra, her skirt, her panties. They all fell to the floor when he balled them up and tossed them away, leaving her hanging there, moaning in his deathgrip.

When he started squeezing his way up her thighs, he stopped himself before he got a handful of her ass. He hadn’t forgotten her silly little rule, to her surprise. Instead, he made up for it by taking a big, hard squeeze of her tits, pressing deep until she yelped. Then he tossed her away, onto her own bed, and left her sprawled there, waiting for him. Xerxes kicked his pants off his ankles, cracked his thick neck, flexed his shoulders, and lunged for her. She squealed and shielded herself like she was about to get squashed, but he stopped with his hands planted beside her ears and his cock plapped down firmly on her pussy, reaching all the way to the underside of her tits.

It wasn’t the sheer aggression she’d always expected of him, given his reputation. He had to take his time figuring out how to even fuck someone so much smaller than him. His usual approach of charging into things blindly wasn’t going to work if he couldn’t find a good angle. A little fumbling, with plenty of grinding all throughout kept her anticipation high. It was all worth the patient when she felt that stiff, thick cock spreading her out like nothing ever had, pushing inside of her until her belly was bulging with the outline of all that dick. She had to reach down and stroke it in awe of her own flexibility.

Xerxes didn’t push in all the way, either. He got the fennec stuffed full of half his shaft, gave a grunt, a rumble, and arched his back so he wouldn’t crush her in the process of fucking her. Only then did he start thrusting. A firm, deep thump of his hips shook the bed and the room around them both. The fennec made a screen of a sort, not quite a moan, still adjusting to his size. Taking it slow hardly made a difference. He fucked [i]hard[/i], and he wasn’t holding a ton back for her sake. Every slow, heavy stroke inside her stretched cunt sent all the sensations shooting up her spine, leaving her scrambling and grasping at him, lips quivering, eyes watering. He just flashed her a grin when he saw how desperately, pathetically horny she was for him.

A little faster. Squeak squeak, thump thump. The bed was already sagging under his massive weight, and it only went lower the harder he took her pussy. He was nowhere near balls-deep but she felt his nuts tap against her thighs anyway, the hefty set swinging with his motions. It wasn’t the closest, most intimate fuck she’d ever had, with the croc being careful not to lay right on top of her like that, but what was important was how good it felt. Every time he plunged into her soaking depths and squeezed out another squirt of her juices, she gave another little yip or gasp, until she had to kick her legs up alongside his hips, convulsing in uncontrollable pleasure.

She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to cum with his cock still inside of her. That was something she hadn’t considered when figuring out the rules. It didn’t even take long. Just a few long, deep thrusts from the croc, and she was already quivering around his dick, ready to erupt. There was no holding back. She arched her back, raising her butt off the bed, wiggled her hips and tail alike, and opened her mouth to let whatever sounds spill from it that came. Cumming for the croc in a hot, hard squirt all over his scales, soaking the latex around his dick in her lust, she quivered until he just thumped her back down to the bed again. Faster and faster he went, growing his grunts to a snarl until she touched him and gave a shaky plea.

“Wait ... not inside. That’s what I said ...”

Xerxes gave a frustrated snort amidst his heavy puffs of pleasure. “I’m wearing a damn - “

He stopped himself before he got too annoyed about it. The rules were the rules. A few more hard thrusts inside of the trembling fennec, and he pulled his cock out to grind it against her soaked sex for the last few twitches of pleasure. Jenna’s eyes were wide, just watching that condom bloat. She’d never seen that much cum. He stretched it out until it was near to bursting, the trapped load wobbling just above her. A particularly chaotic part of her thought about reaching up and poking a hole with a claw, just to feel it splatter all over her. It would have been so warm, so thick, would have absolutely soaked into her and everything around her until there was no washing out his scent. She must have been making a face of some sort, because he laughed.

“Like what you see?” he said, slowly pulling the condom off his cock, leaving that black shaft glistening with cum. He swung the full latex back and forth a few times. “Your rules say anything about tipping this all over you?”

“Don’t ...” She spoke ever so softly, almost as if daring him to.

He looked at it, then just shrugged, tying it off and tossing it aside. “You got more of these?”

“Mmmhmm, they’re just ...” She realized with a groan that she’d left the box in the living room. That meant getting up on her shaky legs to get them if she wanted another round. And of course she did. Just looking at his fat, still-stiff cock, idly flexing and dripping in front of her, the more she basked in him and breathed the scaly musk that made her mouth water, the less inclined she was to even bother.

Slowly sitting, stretching her back, she helped herself up by wrapping her hands around his wet cock. Stroking up and down it, thinking about how good it would feel to have it completely bare inside of her, flirting with danger ... god, she nearly came just from the thought of it. All that time thinking about it, coming up with the perfect rules, and she was already thinking about breaking them. She opened her mouth, closed it again, then finally spoke when she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Maybe you don’t need one this time ... but you have to promise you’ll pull out. I can’t get pregnant from this ...”

The croc’s whole body rolled with the amused snort he gave. He offered her a look she couldn’t ready, maybe skeptical, maybe flirty, then just shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah? You sure?”

Of course she wasn’t. That was why it was [i]hot[/i]. She was already twitching and shaking all over, restlessly kicking her paws in the air just trying to deal with how much her pussy was aching for him. When he reached for her, she naturally took his hand. That wasn’t even what he was going for, but he accepted it just as happily. Tugging her up, he made her sit and wobble on the spot, dazed. She squeezed one of those thick fingers. An urge came over her. She bent down to smooch him on the hand before she could stop herself, just because he was being such a gentleman to her. In the best way the croc knew how, anyway.

Xerxes looked at her from an angle, then just lightly snorted. He looked her over one more time, then just [i]took[/i] her. This time much more forcefully.

“Don’t feel like crawling over you the whole time. Let’s get you in a better spot.”

Scooping her up with ease, holding her by the hips, he naturally had to grip her butt a little just to have a good handle. Her weight was nothing to him. His arms weren’t even bulging. He probably lifted more just getting out of bed in the morning. She felt him probing, pushing his cock against her slit, slipping off a few times when he first tried to penetrate her. After a few tries, she shook her head. Not to stop him, but because she had another idea. Biting her lip, breathing deeply, she huffed out an offer before she could stop herself.

“Maybe ... you can fuck my ass a little ... as long as you pull out ...”

“Hm? What about the rules?” He couldn’t help a big crocodile grin when he asked that.

Jenna just shrugged. She had no explanation for her change of heart. It just happened. So Xerxes shrugged too, and took her just how she wanted him to. Kneeling down, he clutched her tight and shoved her against his shaft, grinding, humping, pushing against her hole made her whimper and whine but push right back. She put some extra pressure on his dick until she felt it slip past that resistance, slickly entering her, stuffing her, stretching her all over again. It didn’t take long for him to get going once she was nestled inside her tight, kneading, quivering ass.

The croc loomed with a pretty fennec impaled on his shaft like she was nothing more than a lubed up, whimpering cocksleeve for him to jerk off with. There was no easing into it just to see if she liked how it felt. It was all or nothing, and she had chosen [i]all[/i]. Spreading her out and pressing even deeper than before, he looked her right in the eyes until she flinched away from her gaze, moaning at the corner of the room rather than at the smouldering, spiky-scaled crocodile shoving his cock bare and unprotected inside her.

He didn’t even have to thrust. Pulling her up and down his shaft meant slamming into her all the harder. She listened to him grunting, growling, rumbling, but most of all she listened to the [i]schlick[/i] of wet croc cock sliding in and out of her. He hadn’t even cleaned it off after cumming in the condom. Some of his seed was probably already getting inside of her. It made every thrust so much smoother, so much louder, and so much hotter knowing she was getting herself tainted that much more. More so every time more of his precum squirting inside of her. God, he was so productive, so potent, smacking her ass down against his big fat balls over and over, until all she could think about was how it would feel to switch holes, to take a big risk, and end up carrying some half-crocs for him ...

Her ears flapped about and her tits bounced every time he pushed her down on his dick again. She ended up clutching her face, just trying to get her head straight, and to keep from screaming too much. Yet every time he brought her down and filled her up to belly-bulging with croc cock, she wailed out again, shrieking for him once he really got going. She saw him flexing with the effort, pleasuring himself by pounding her ass down on his dick again and again. A few beads of sweat on his scales from the effort made him all the shinier under the lights. He was breathing steam in her face until she was sweltering and panting for him, slumping into his powerful grip, fully submitting to his sheer horny brutality.

“Ohhh ... oh god, Xerx ... oh god oh god ... you have to ... you have to ...” she started to say when she felt herself on the cusp of clamping, clenching orgasm again, milking at his cock with those those surprisingly powerful contractions that travelled from her cunt to her butt, and all through the rest of her body.

“Not done yet.”

“I’m so close ...”

That much was obvious. She was pumping on him hard. Even getting her body thrown and yanked about like that, she had some strength to show off. She was going to make him cum. She was [i]determined[/i]. Flexing hard, faster, going into those rapid-fire contractions, she felt his dick surge and twitch inside her, leaking thicker and thicker precum until she wasn’t sure it was still pre anymore. It didn’t matter. She was already cumming. Another quaking, gushing squirt to paint the croc’s scales and trickle down to the sheets left her wailing for him, yipping and yapping, sometimes just screaming as that shock of forbidden ecstasy rocked her entire body into total helplessness. More than she already had.

All Xerxes needed to finish himself off was a single hand wrapped around her middle. He jerked her flailing body up and down, and he wasn’t gentle. She heard those puffing growls and sub-bass rumbles getting stronger and stronger. She watched his gut shake every time he smacked her down against his bouncing nuts. Her whole rear was numb and her muscles weren’t responding to her, but she could feel her heart pounding the closer he got, the more his cock pulsed and his veins bulged inside of her. He was moments away from turning her into a fluffy condom for all the spunk pent up inside him, but just when his plump nuts flexed up taut and smooth, he yanked her off his cock with seconds to spare.

Of course, she never specified where [i]else[/i] he was supposed to cum if not inside of her. She realized that pretty quickly when she hit the bed and got absolutely plastered in hot jizz right from the tap. He made [i]sure[/i] to hit her with it. Jerking his cock, growling, thrusting into his own fist, he poured it all out on her body from the tips of her ears, to her stunned face, to her tits, and her belly. She could only sputter and struggle, too drenched to even fuss all that much about it. He soaked her to the skin and marked her down as [i]his[/i] with that musky load splattering her fur. She got it in her nose, in her ears, in her mouth ... and it didn’t take her long to well up a thick gob of it and swallow it down just to see how it felt to have it inside of her.

There was a river of spunk running over the edges of the bed on both sides when he was finally done. His dick didn’t even soften. For Jenna, it was a flood, a natural disaster that left her struggling to even wipe her face enough to see. She was panting, coughing it up, slowly struggling to sit when she was weighed down by that much cum. It was flowing off of her when it wasn’t simply sinking into her fur, puddled all around her. She looked at him with an expression of shock, wondering whether she should get upset, at least to keep up appearances. When saw his dick dripping that fat string of white, she lunged for it.

There was no explanation needed. He surely knew exactly what was happening when he felt those lips on his cock again. She didn’t care how much it made her stretch her jaw. She had to taste it, had to slurp up all the cum clinging to it. Gulping it down, she soon let him feel her throat working around his shaft, kneading with her every swallow. She hardly even gagged on it when she was that worked up. Gazing up at him with wide, adoring eyes, she felt like she was looking at a big, grinning monster from that angle. One who could take anything he wanted, but who was content to rest a hand on her head while she lovingly sucked his dick.

Nuzzling into his hand was all the encouragement he needed. He pressed a little harder, gripped her, and started pressing her down so he could fuck her little fennec face. She kept going until she was choking, but even those convulsing struggles were nothing but a brief distraction from her goal. She was going to drink his cum. There was nothing that could stop her. Aside from passing the fuck out, anyway, but she was holding on so far. Her eyes were watering again, and she was gurgling around his sloppy dick, drooling all over it, sticking her tongue under his foreskin between sucks and thrusts. The sounds echoing up from her throat were truly ungodly, Great, echoing [i]glurks[/i] and [i]GLORKS[/i] weren’t going to embarrass her. She was sucking that cock until he gave her what she wanted.

He was going at her muzzle just as hard as he fucked her pussy. Shoving her down, holding her there until she made a concerning sound, then pulling her back to do it again, he pounded her gullet and bulged her throat with all that dick. She felt it twitching between her lips, those throbs travelling all the way to the back of her throat, sending yet another spurt down inside of her. She was drinking from him already. Yet she still wanted more. Pursing her lips, sucking as hard as she could even when she felt her head start to spin and her arms start to slump down to her sides, mind blanking out on pure musky taste worship, One more hard shove of his palm to the back of her head made her bottom out, muzzle wrapped fully around his shaft, letting him go balls deep and blow another load that he [i]definitely[/i] wasn’t pulling out for.

There was nothing to do but to gulp and gulp until she swore she had no energy left, until she swore she was out of willpower to keep going, only to find a little more. Wall after wall broke down while she chugged croc cum from the tap. Slowly slumping down in his grasp, she dangled there, arms slack, eyes closed, throat working overtime while he fucked it all down into her belly. She was getting heavy with it. Slumping over on her side when he brought her down with him, she sloppily endured a few greedy thrusts he gave her before he finally stopped flooding her belly and slipped back to shoot in her hacking, choking face.

Jenna needed a moment. It was like she’d forgotten how to breathe, and maybe how to exist too. Her mind was a blank canvas painted white by all the croc cum she’d ingested. It was deep inside of her, still sloshing around, violating her a little more with every second it spent there. Her breath was going to smell like that dick for ages. She had his taste pressed so deeply into her tongue she was going to think of him every time she swallowed. There was absolutely no undoing the deep, unmistakable mark he had left on her. So why not go all the way? Why not give in to her most primal desires and let the monster of a man absolutely defile her?

She held up her hands as if to feebly stop him if he chose to snatch her and fuck her again. He was patient. Looming there, giving off his aura, sometimes rumbling, he watched as the thoroughly messed up fennec recovered some semblance of her own coherence. Jenna coughed plenty more, and generally shook herself out, letting a shudder run down her spine, all the way to the tip of her tail. When she was thinking again, she pieced the shattered remnants of her personality together and began to think about what to say to him.

It all came together, as clear as anything she'd ever thought in her life. There was only one possible response to everything she was feeling. Opening her mouth, puffing her chest, and drawing a deep breath, she told him exactly what was on her mind in the clearest of terms.

“Breed me breed me breed me oh my fucking god [i]breed[/i] me you fucking [i]man[/i] ...!”

He grabbed her by the neck. She’d been waiting for that. His grip was light enough to keep from crushing her throat, but tight enough to pluck her from the bed as if uprooting her. The bed wasn’t going to be adequate for what he wanted to do to her. Swinging her through the air, with her legs flailing all about, he soon slammed her up against the wall and overtook her with his bulk. Pinning her there, growling, smothering her in heavy got, he got his dick between her legs in seconds. The first jabs were blunt, inaccurate grinds against her thighs or cum-filled middle, but he found his mark with enough persistence.

A rough, harsh shove had her spreading out around his bare dick again. He humped her and fucked her full of cock until she was straining against his size. That didn’t matter. She couldn’t have made him slow down if she tried, and she knew it. Instead, she clutched at him as best she could and struggled not to scream. That lasted five seconds or so. She was letting out some truly horrific noises while she got fucked against the wall of her bedroom, slammed into it again and again by the sheer brutality of the lust-raging crocodile.

That strength meant he could drive all the way inside of her without missing a step. He had stamina to last him for days, if he needed it. He definitely wasn't. Not for her, anyway. Jenna was shattering a little more every moment. Mentally, at least. She was all but weeping for how good it felt to get violated with every slam, to get her whole body shaken by the absolute slab of a man, to be smothered in his scales and stuffed full of his dick. He was all the way inside. His nuts were nestled against her pussy, penetrating her womb, making her [i]love[/i] the feeling of going way too far. Jammed into her like that, there was no doubt in her mind that she was taking a massive risk, that she was almost definitely going to get knocked up, despite all her plans and precautions, and she didn’t fucking care.

She felt as if she might crash right through the wall and tumble to the street below when he really got going. He was pounding her until the the lights were flickering, the fixture shaking with the resonance of his forceful fuck. Yet he could still go faster, still go deeper, until she swore she was going to break. Yet she impressed herself every second she endured, holding onto him, watching his face twist into a snarl of pure desire. There had never been someone she wanted to breed with more. It was perfect. It was meant to be. She gave herself to him completely, slumping in his grip, twitching, leaking, cumming for him all over again, ready to feel every single drop of seed he could possibly have left enter her womb.

A bellow, a mighty [i]roar[/i] even from the croc’s jaws, and he plunged forth, giving her absolutely everything. She felt the heat before she felt the splash of spunk hitting her womb. He fucked her full of his cum, still thrusting even as he drained his titanic balls within her. She swore she could feel it taking within her already. He planted his seed and kept on going, kept on filling her as if to make absolutely certain. Or maybe to make sure it was more than one. She took his twins, his triplets, whatever he had to give her, clenching up tight around him to help milk his fat nuts to the last hot, thick, potent drop. He got it [i]all[/i] inside her.

Only when he finally stopped his rigid flexing and shooting did he relax some of his muscles. He still had her by the neck, but it was a casual grip by then. He never choked her. Instead, he swung his hips around with her still on his dick and let her slowly slop right off of it when he let her go. She fell to the bed, a trail of cum soaring through the air as she did, splashing all around her when she landed. There she sprawled, leaking, steaming, twitching, groaning like a zombie. Her mind was about as active as one after a fuck like that. He stood above her, arms folded, admiring his work, his canvas, until he finally just stuck a thumb towards the door.

“You want me to go, or?”

She didn’t really have the tongue to answer, but she reached out towards him with both hands and all her remaining strength. He gave her an amused look but got the idea. Climbing down and partly covering her soaking body with his heavy form, he pressed close and let her hug him and kiss all over his burly chest. She snuggled and rubbed on him in the aftermath, just to make sure she got even more of his scent all over her. And maybe a little of her own on him. He was going to stay there with her as long as she wanted him to. That was her new rule. She was going to snuggle and savour the feeling of getting pregnant on a secret, impulsive, room-shaking hookup, and then she was probably going to sleep. Soundly at that, knowing she’d done something so very naughty, and she couldn’t possibly regret it when it felt that good.