Concluding a Deal
Men of desires think alike
Here's a sorta collaboration between Greeneyedwolfking and me.
I recently won an artwork with our two Characters (Cole Mcreid being his) so I had to write that bit.
Enjoy the smut...
Made in collaboration with Greeneyedwolfking:
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Concluding a Deal
Men of desires think alike
The fountain pen danced on the paper, leaving behind its mark.
A name, then another. All encapsulated by rules and regulations, by the covenant of a contract agreed upon, discussed by lawyers on both sides.
Rules that had been agreed upon; parents that were then leased over a period, according to rules that might have changed while moving through a portal. Then it was over. Two names. Nothing more to say as the pen was dropped, and then a smile was shared.
The hands were wiped, then there was a tap on the shoulder.
“Please. Smile to the camera,” said Albert, his muzzle curving into a sly grin.
“Is this secure? I have an identity to protect,” answered Cole, forcing the same smile.
“I will have your face edited. But it is important to put up a good front here. I’ve built my empire on being personable.”
“What an odd take on power.”
Still, the hand was offered and shaken; one hand went on a shoulder, and the gesture was reciprocated. They turned to the cameras and smiled, half-blind from the lighting setup. The flashes followed, similar to the repeated clicks that captured both tycoons from different angles.
They smiled, presenting themselves as closer than friends, than brothers in fact.
Then the smile dropped, the pressure on the cheeks lessened, and Albert himself stroked his chin covered with cream-colored scales. At the same time, the journalists were ushered outside, their crews following, as they steadily abandoned the meeting room.
Similarly, Albert stepped outside through a discreet side door, followed by Cole.
“Thank you for participating in this play. As bothersome as it is,” said Albert, reaching for his necktie. He loosened it while sighing.
“I am still curious how you could rise to such prominence despite the difference. Mutant, that’s how they call you?”
“If I had taken another role, I would have been a Hero for them. If you may follow me.”
Then, as Albert stopped to call the glass elevator, he looked at the lobby. Clean, dark walls with wooden panels, grown shrubs in pots, sofas everywhere. A comfortable lobby to welcome someone of his rank.
Someone the Crocodile Mutant looked at. By any account, Cole looked like a Gargoyle. Stony skin, sleek stylized ‘hair’, and a mountain-man beard. Bat-like wings and a stature that was as impressive as the Crocodile, if muscular.
If any non-mutant or human were to be near them, they’d dwarf them. Much like they’d dwarf any elevator if it weren’t made to fit Albert’s stature, as they both stepped inside the glass elevator.
“Yet, you’ve become an entrepreneur, and you care so much about what they think of you. Would you think it is an old trope you’ve learned to enjoy? Big Maw?”
At the remark, Albert chuckled and looked outside.
The elevator had space for them to move around, allowing Albert to turn despite his tail and to look at the crystal-like spires. His domain, his headquarters, Nu-Ribos’ Headquarters. He’d built it all with his name.
And beyond, they were in Sanctum’s downtown, surrounded by skyscrapers they’d dwarfed by the four spires that were intertwined and brought about thanks to the wonders of mutants.
“It probably is. You know, I was considering abandoning civilization to hide in the woods?”
“I didn’t. But that sounds very unlikely of you,” said Cole, hands in his pockets.
“I was a different man. Meek and thinking it was all over. We didn’t know about mutants in those early years. We only knew about the fear of nuclear waste and how the USSR was our enemy.”
“And you thought about cowering up… How does it go from here? We’ve signed the documents, shall I expect them soon?”
“Your legal team shall receive a copy in a few hours,” said Albert, waving his hand. “But I am considering inviting you to a private place you might appreciate.”
“I might?” asked Cole, tilting his head and cocking an eyebrow.
The elevator shuddered as it slowed, then it was swallowed underground, the glass walls giving way, while artificial lights took over.
“Something for men with our appetites, if you know what I mean,” said Albert, brushing Cole’s chest with his knuckles. An act innocent enough in normal circumstances, but Cole seemed to understand as his stony wings flapped.
“Interesting. But is your world devoid of etiquette? You should offer me champagne first.”
“What if I did?” asked Albert, shrugging and then turning to the doors that were opening.
Without surprise, their bodyguards appeared for both tycoons. Cole’s smile only grew, and so did his interest as they walked through the sleek corridor, decorated with the same gusto as the lobby before, except for an artificial blue light.
However, a green mat fashioned as an eastern dragon drove them onward, right to a limo, reinforced, whose doors were wide open for the two to get in. Moreover, they even had a minibar at the ready: glasses and different bottles of champagne awaited them.
“Excuse me, I do not know your tastes in exactitude, so I had to compromise,” said Albert as he grunted and sat with his back to the road while Cole was already picking the bottle.
“Do not play coy. Each bottle is a Dom Perignon,” said Cole with a chuckle while he uncorked one bottle and poured a glass for himself.
Albert didn’t seem to care as he waited to get his own glass and pour one for himself before they all reclined on the comfy seating, on the burgundy leather, while the doors were closed and their bodyguards went for their own cars.
For a moment, Cole eyed the doors, then he took a sip without raising a toast.
“What about etiquette?” asked Albert, the glass near his lips, his teeth glimmering.
“We can forego that, especially when you’ve made such an offer and prepared everything already. No. I assume you expected me to tell you I’d prefer if we were closer before undergoing such… An act.”
“True. But is it not?”
“I am not stupid. That is why you started perorating about yourself and your past,” said Cole, smirking and waving his glass… Without a care for the spill. “I do not know your world, presently. But to me, you’re the kind who wants everything to go in accordance with his plans. Hence, the manipulation of the media. Or this.”
Cole stopped. He brought the glass to his lips while the car turned on and drove through the lot, the wheels crying.
“What is the headline?” He asked, his lips still wet.
Albert? He frowned for a second, then forced a smile: “A Deal from another World: Nu-Ribos expands beyond the Portals. That’s what they’ll have on the front cover tomorrow. Only on my side.”
“So long nothing is sold to mine for the next week, I can agree with that,” said Cole, enjoying the bouquet, and then stopped, his hand on the nearest armrest. “But no need to be so forceful and stiff. I followed you in that car. I will not refuse your gift.”
That was the time for Albert to chuckle, crossing his legs over.
He glanced at the streets the moment they left the lot, ascending and then back into the almost empty streets. With the development of new transport methods, the limo was almost alone on the avenue, even if flanked by a few more reinforced cars.
“It is an old habit. You wouldn’t know how few people share our stature. When I offer fellows a gift, can you guess what I see in their eyes when I meet them in person?”
“The fear of a predator that might eat them? Or an entrepreneur who’s about to clean them out?”
“Precisely,” said Albert, pointing his index at Cole.
No.
The large Gargoyle was confident and calm. He acted as if he owned the place, with his arms wide and his attitude of utter comfort. Even down to the way he opened his legs, not afraid to expose how tense his suit was… Especially around the groin.
“Mutants are an oddity, and even for the few who are like me, they do not share my status. You, however? You are an equal in more ways than one. We are at the top, unafraid of each other, and we know what the other wants.”
“For a Mutant, you have such glib,” said Cole, retorting with an arrogant tone to take a jab at Albert. “But do tell what you want with more flattery. I love being praised.”
The Crocodile Mutant, in a tense suit? He did not answer with a roar or a frown. But with a chuckle, waving that same index finger.
“Fine. You got me. I was going to expound on the nature of our ‘power,’ but it is pointless. So, let me rephrase it. We want the freedom to do what we want.”
“And that freedom. You are now telling me that if we work together, we can attain it?”
“Oh, Heaven no. We have it already,” said Albert, waving his hands at the streets. They were leaving downtown, and the difference was stark: the buildings were growing older, and the pavement was decrepit. The crowd started to appear, walking with disregard for the limos and their watchers. “I have enough money and influence; I could order a man to kill himself should I want it.”
“So what? What is this all about? I hear the praise, see the carrot, but where is the stick?”
“I’ll need help with an issue of mine in the future.”
“Your daughter?” asked Cole, his lips pursed. “Or your politics?”
“No. She’s not a problem. Nor Sanctum, I have them in my pocket. But I consider I should care about my age,” said Albert, joining his hands. “Immortality is a bitch to obtain. But I consider you have the option, somewhere.”
Cole stopped, stroked his chin… Then poured himself another glass.
“So that’s it? You offer me what? A ‘fuck’ and I shall offer your immortality on a silver platter?”
“No,” said Albert, waving his hand. “This is a resource that is to be negotiated. I will not insult you. What I want is for you to be aware of that need. And to seek a solution.”
“That’s it?” asked Cole, eyeing his glass and the champagne he aerated.
“That’s it. Nothing more.”
“How dull, Albert. I’d expected something elegant?”
“I do not wrap myself in elegance,” he said, waving his hand at the houses outside. At the buildings growing rowdier, and the graffiti crawling on every wall.
Going to Gomorrah meant they had to go through seedier parts of town. However, there was little to say. Even if there was a fight in the distance or someone shooting, they feared little.
The limo was reinforced to the point of being a small tank, and Albert had paid to have the Heroes on the double to ensure nothing would hinder his dealings.
“I am older than the average life expectancy in my world, far older. I am young by many standards, thanks to the mutation that saved my life. But it is also a ticking bomb.”
“You’re telling me your weakness.”
“I am trying to be intimate,” said Albert, uncrossing his legs and looking up for a moment at the window in the ceiling and the sky above, blue without a hint of a cloud. “Intimacy requires us to show our weaknesses. And I started the discussion by pointing out yours.”
Cole stopped. The car merely slowed.
Outside, the streets were changing again. The air was thicker, and at the same time, the crowd was abounding. The people, of all sorts and origins, were walking the streets of the Gomorrah district. A place of sex, pleasure, and needs.
Bars everywhere, brothels everywhere, hotels at every corner… Artists were also part of the party, though art performances were often more ‘phallic’ and suggestive than in other parts of town. The filters were on, but even Albert could pick the faint scent in the air… The smell that would permeate the place under the perfume and flowery plants that were at every window.
They were now progressing at such a sluggish pace that the limousine was almost brought to a standstill, as pedestrians had retaken the roads. Even the district's tracing differed from the rest of the town, marked by the slums that existed before Sanctum's reconstruction.
“My appetite for men?”
“Closer to how easy it was for me to access such information,” commented Albert, now observing the streets with couples forming as easily as one could breathe. Whores waited on the sides, trying to lure men inside. “Maybe I could offer you the source.”
“No need,” said Cole, emptying his glass. “I shall do it myself. I don’t like the price tag associated with that information.”
“You do not even know what it is.”
“I don’t need to. Let’s keep it at that. And what you offer.”
For a moment, Albert was about to comment. To say a thing. Instead, he brought his hand to his mouth and went coy. He had a smirk, but he dared not utter a thing as the two were now in the car… Watching and waiting while the limousine progressed and finally ended behind a large skyscraper that looked like it was about to collapse: barred windows, tagged walls, decrepit façade.
As Cole stepped out and looked up, he didn’t hide his grimace and his frown. Even when he turned to Albert, who looked chuffed.
“Even if the interior has to improve, it is in poor taste for a presentation.”
“I consider it a security. No one is truly aware of what’s inside.”
“No one. Except you?”
“Except a select few,” said Albert, shrugging as they climbed the few stairs leading to the glass entrance. Their bodyguards followed suit, while Albert pulled the door open and invited Cole in. “Come in.”
Instantly, Cole stepped onto a rich red mat, and the air itself felt different. Not cleaner, but more breathable. It wasn’t cheap detergent or anything like that.
The air was sweet, down to the wine that was offered to him by a woman. A girl with an impish look, down to her horns and red skin. Her teeth were serrated when she presented the flutes.
“Sir? A refreshment?”
“No thanks, I already drank,” said Cole, and yet he had a surprised look when Albert grabbed two glasses and offered him one. “No need.”
“You should; it is a special vintage,” said Albert, emptying the flute in one go and then putting it back on the plate.
Cole eyed the red liquid with black swirls inside before he took a sip and felt… A renewing energy. Like being whipped into shape from a whack. A high without the feeling or the nasty after-effect.
He blinked, then he emptied the flute he dropped on the plate.
“Thank you for your patronage,” said the Imp girl, waving at them as they walked inside.
Curtains were everywhere, and if they were not there, it was for the walls to be of marble and bearing paintings of different sexual scenes. If the outside was comparable to a derelict condo, the inside was like a decadent palace.
And as Cole followed, he saw Albert embracing a figure that could be compared to a Demon… Red face, two horns, short-cut hair, goatee. That man was also wearing a suit like theirs, but his feet ended with goat’s legs.
“Ah! This is your guest, Albert. As desired, the suite is ready for you. I have my men ready for your every desire.”
“Thank you, Lamb. You are a darling,” replied Albert, his voice suave. Suave and quite joyful as he patted Lamb on the shoulder.
Cole’s first act was then to offer his hand. However, the surprise was that Lamb approached and gave him two kisses on the cheeks.
A salutation of the most surprising, followed by the Demon shaking Cole’s hand vigorously.
“Cole McReid? You can call me Lamb. I heard you signed an important contract with mister Moores. He is a patron of our esteemed house. I hope our services meet your needs.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Lamb,” said Cole, a bit more stiffly, while he glanced in Albert’s direction, and the Crocodile’s reaction was to shrug. “I am not sure what Albert told you about me, but I hope your services will not disappoint me.”
“They won’t. Not at all. They are the best,” said Lamb, going and being handsy, to the point of touching Cole’s shoulder, before the Gargoyle grabbed that hand to put it away.
“I prefer to keep a distance, if I may.”
“Of course,” replied Lamb, nodding and then glancing behind him.
Only then did Cole meet eyes with a sort of Giant. A creature whose fur looked like shadows and whose eyes were… Ghostly white. But it had been there all along, and yet only now did it signal its presence by moving closer.
“Nib. Please, be a dear and guide our guests to their rooms.”
The giant, whose body was barely visible, merely bowed in accordance and then stepped by Cole, Lamb, Albert… And only stopped as if it waited.
“Do not worry, Lamb. I shall convey Cole's comments about our treatment. But I do not think you can disappoint.”
“You honor me too much, Albert. But go, go. I can’t wait.”
Albert chuckled, watching Lamb waving at them with such interest, before he turned on his heels, ready to follow.
Cole had to square his shoulder and check his hair before he followed them… Into what seemed to be a maze. Effectively, the structure was much bigger inside than outside. And the ambiance had that posh feel of a noble house from the Victorian era.
They even had the taste to put tables by some empty curtains, just to have a flower potted on them. Odd.
“The more I learn about your world, the wilder it gets,” commented Cole.
“Lamb is an old friend. He is recruiting Mutants. But unlike me, they can… Well. Hardly fit into society.”
“And the outside is so nobody looks at what’s inside?”
“It is cheaper,” said Albert, with that smirk that wasn’t really giving a true answer. But he seemed definitely satisfied by the surprised glance from Cole.
Then, their Guide, Nib, stopped by a door. One key seemed to appear from inside his palm. He used it to open it, then handed it to Albert, who smiled, nodded, and entered.
Cole watched as their guide wasn’t even moving… The Creature, as shadowy as it was, watched Cole. It only moved when he entered, stepping away.
“I am used to magic and golems. But that one is peculiar,” said Cole, entering, and Albert being half-naked already.
“Nib? He was unlucky in the draw,” said Albert, folding his shirt neatly on a small table.
Finally, they were in a room… Which was closer to a suite. Bar in a corner, an alcove with a few sofas. A wide entrance leading to a shower.
The walls were painted black, and the furniture various shades of red and pink. However, the greatest and most detailed was… Well, the alcove has a shelf covered with all sorts of dildos, lube bottles, and other toys. And yet, amidst them were books and catalogs.
They even had some chastity cages, a few odd bottles…
But it was one catalog Albert grabbed, his chest and pectorals exposed. A catalog he handed to Cole, as the Gargoyle was busy undoing his necktie.
“What is this?” he asked, intrigued as he eyed it.
There were creatures of all sorts and shapes, alongside recommendations. And then kinks. His answer came on his own as he eyed the different choices. Women. Men… In the middle. And then more, down to the most esoteric.
“Hum. Curious. Your world is definitely more open on sexual matters.”
“It is mainly Lamb. He is a curator of pleasures,” said Albert, kicking his shoes off. Then, it was his turn for the belt.
Cole?
He saw many creatures. Even something that looked like a representation of Cthulhu in the literature. But then more, with tentacles and tendrils, he eyed.
“Tentacles? What an odd choice for a first time here,” said Albert, approaching and indiscreet.
“I was reminiscing about something,” said Cole, closing the catalog to hand it to Albert, before he was to undo his clothes and set them aside.
“A good experience?”
“An excellent,” said Cole with a smile as he watched the Crocodile, almost naked, his pants half-open. “I once attempted a spell from a grimoire that was supposed to open a portal.”
“And?”
Cole stopped, his fingers locked on his cufflinks as he observed the Crocodile sit.
Albert was not fit. But his body was a mix of muscle and fat, padding beneath the cream or emerald scales that covered it. More than that, he looked confident. And rather old, with scutes growing along his chin and on his chest in the likeness of a beard or body hair.
“I was filled so much, I wondered if I had opened a portal to a plane of lust,” said Cole, earning a chuckle from Albert. “Does that amuse you?”
“I’d say I can easily imagine the picture,” said Albert as he said so, opening the front of his pants more. “If you desire that to happen, we can have it. And I can provide a mirror so you can see it.”
“No thanks. Not for tonight,” said Cole as he definitely removed his shirt and approached Albert. Contrary to Albert, he didn’t bother with shoes. And his pants were awfully tight as he grabbed the front to yank the belt away… And let the fabric loosen, revealing the white briefs beneath. “Rather. I’d like to ask you something.”
“Hum? What is this?” asked Albert as Cole approached, looming over Albert like a shadow hiding the red sconces and the light they provided.
“Do you bottom?” asked Cole, earning a chuckle.
“I do,” replied Albert, not resisting when the hands grabbed his shoulders and forced him down. Down as he was pinned on the bed, forced into a kiss, a forceful embrace, and let’s not say it: beautiful.
It was closer to a wrestle, with Albert wiggling and Cole pinning him down, trying to assert the position, the status, the moment. It was something far more raw, with a purpose both knew: it was better to let go of apprehension and the fear of disappointing.
They were here to fuck, Albert had been clear, and Cole was aware. If they were to act shy or consider each other’s feelings, or care whether one was satisfied, they wouldn’t advance.
So it was simpler for them to pounce on the occasion, to struggle until they found the equilibrium by themselves, in a more organic way.
That struggle reached its apex as Cole grabbed Albert’s wrists, pushing them down while kissing Albert, forcing his tongue down his mouth after they’d figured out the way to kiss.
Then, it was over… Then the hands on Albert’s wrists released. The Crocodile’s wiggling stopped, and his hands went over Cole’s pectorals.
Their breaths were intense, charged with the hint of champagne and the strange wine they drank… The latter of which was becoming far more intense and brutal to the nose as Cole pushed forward… Pushed for that kiss to continue, for their lips to meet while Albert’s fingers dug into the stone-like skin.
Though Cole was a Gargoyle, the skin itself was… Well, far softer than he expected. Leaner than what was on the Crocodile’s side.
He massaged the muscles, found the dark, wide nipples, and pinched them, earning him a growl from Cole and a more forceful grip on his own chest.
Their tails tangled, their legs were almost hitting together… But then, Cole peeled back, pushing against Albert while the Crocodile was left with his chops wet and his groin tense.
“Strip,” ordered Cole, pulling his pants and briefs down as he stepped toward the strange shelf.
His eyes went to the bottle of lube and the dildo until Cole had… Both.
A toy that was fitting for his size as he turned to see the Crocodile naked and… Well. Erect.
No, they were both erect.
Cole’s dark shaft was pointing with a slight bend to the right, the foreskin slipping away to uncover a part of the redder cocktip. However, Albert was dark purple, with a shape far less human-like, featuring a flare and a median ring.
Moreover, he even had the pretense of having a piercing at the tip, a golden Prince Albert.
Something Cole looked at with a grin while seeing the Crocodile climbing on the wide canopy bed, crushing the red sheets under his size while he lifted his legs and presented his posterior.
A muscular, green, massive… And clean posterior, down the purple swollen rim in the middle.
“Well. Once more, I have been outwitted. You were planning for me to take you,” said Cole, popping the bottle of lube open.
“Not at all,” said Albert, shaking his head. “Even if you were to appreciate submitting like me, I had a few select partners ready in the catalog.”
“So… Good to know you are ready,” said Cole, pouring the thick lube onto the dildo.
The glistening purple flesh was definitely in the bigger category of dildos the place offered.
However, when Cole pressed the tip against Albert’s asshole, against that entrance, he found the dildo was neatly at the right size.
Both to stretch Albert… And to titillate the Crocodile who moaned out loud, his cock shooting over his belly when Cole inserted the toy inside.
If there was any foreplay between the two, getting that dildo inside Albert seemed to be it.
It fitted him well, fitted them both well as Albert’s tail tip coiled around Cole’s right ankle while the Gargoyle worked on that ass. With one hand, he kept Albert’s buttcheeks spread. And with the other, he inserted that toy inside, definitely feeling and watching that hole suck on that cock.
Something the Crocodile appreciated as he had his prostate lovingly nudged, making his entire body shudder from the assault coming from that fake of a cock rubbing, twisting, pushing against his sensitive spot.
“Hrmphhh, you thought I would not be prepared?”
“Those hook-ups are typically more awkward,” said Cole, laughing.
“More so with clients or partners?”
“Even more,” admitted Cole, though they didn’t laugh.
Well, they chuckled, sharing that common understanding. Yet, their minds were focused on that dildo that was pumped in and out. On that toy that was definitely getting swallowed by Albert’s asshole, making the large Mutant growl… And shoot precum all over his belly.
“Last time I did something like this, I fucked someone over the meeting table.”
“That happened to me; it is less comfortable than this,” said Albert, his voice tense. “If it happens again, I will consider adding cushions.”
Cole laughed this time.
A frantic and honest laugh, before he stopped and returned to his stiff attitude. To the stare while he inserted the toy inside Albert… Pulling and pushing, forcing on that orifice, the Crocodile seemed to enjoy.
Enough for his erection to point forward, to have the flared end spray Cole’s arm with some dense and sticky precum. Though the Gargoyle didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
No, he continued to push with the toy.
Steadily, Cole’s purpose became more obvious.
The angle used, the dedication he had, the focus he displayed as he was purposefully aiming and hitting at Albert’s prostate made it so… The Crocodile was beginning to heave, to tremble. He wiggled his toes; his tail wrapped tighter around Cole’s ankle. And even that suction from his orifice was tighter as he was… He was approaching an orgasm.
An intense and potent orgasm, making Albert bite his lips and groan… Before it was over.
Before, with an intense grip, Cole yanked the toy out of the orifice and exposed the gaping hole. He was even going as far as giving Albert’s ass a spank, so the orifice would tense and ‘squirt’ over the bed’s edge.
“Not too fast. We are not concluding yet,” said Cole, visibly enjoying himself.
Albert wasn’t the one with an intense erection. Cole’s shaft, with the foreskin covered with soft spines, was definitely pointing right at Albert’s cock.
No, more than that: that tip was glistening with precum when Cole took one step forward and had that tip pressed against Albert’s back entrance.
There was a nudge, a push… But nothing as far as penetration, while the Mutant grunted and groaned, hitting the bed with his head.
“F-Fuck. Can you not tease me like this?” asked the Crocodile, feeling how his rim tried to close on the cock. No, worse, to force and usher it inside.
It was as impossible as it was intense for the Crocodile, whose cock and balls burned from that missed orgasm. From that wasted build-up, from that crescendo of pleasure that went nowhere. And hence broke, hit, and smashed against the Crocodile’s mind.
The Crocodile’s limbs were still tense.
His mind reeled from the pleasure while, instead, he had to experience the nudges and the pokes. The strokes and caresses that were pushing him onward. He gasped, he grunted, and he also craned his neck while his tail tip constantly hit Cole’s ankle.
“Swearing? I think we’re finally close enough to talk on common ground,” said Cole.
And Albert stopped. He frowned. He definitely frowned before he hissed, feeling the first inch finally sliding in…
No excessive friction, especially not with Cole pouring the contents of a bottle of lube onto his dick. But certainly with a rattling effect from the Crocodile, who held onto the sheet, feeling the sheer size going in.
“Oh… Fine. You want me to swear so we are close,” asked Albert, one hand finally going to his muzzle, hiding it while his lower jaw clenched. His tail was smacking against Cole’s leg, definitely constraining it, though it didn’t bother the Gargoyle, who acted as… Smug as before.
“Oh no. I am merely used to people keeping their masks on. And you, Albert, have been the most rigid partner I’ve had the pleasure to enjoy in decades,” said Cole, scoffing.
“You… ugh. I don’t even know… Where to start about.”
“Then, let me help you,” said the Gargoyle as he leaned.
He leaned forward, grabbing Albert by the knees and forcing those legs to bend closer to the chest. With the Gargoyle’s strength, he was capable of forcing the Crocodile’s knees to press against that belly.
He pressed his chest against Albert’s, drawing the two into another embrace. Into one in which Cole forced his tongue against that mouth, licking the lips once more… While his cock slipped inward. Another inch. Another groan.
Albert’s expression shifted, closing up while Cole seemed to glow up.
“You are constantly seeing everything as transactional. Everything up to this moment was carefully prepared to please you. And for me, so I could owe you something.”
Albert’s jaw continued to clench, the teeth digging into his gums while his tail coiled further… That cock dug deeper, definitely starting to be felt through the belly. Throbbing, hard. Stiff. And even more pleasant for someone like Albert. Someone who could be described as akin to a connoisseur in matters of the flesh.
It was an exceedingly agreeable sensation, but for the Crocodile, it was also akin to slipping. To let someone else be in control as he clutched his knees, holding them while Cole’s fingers ran along his belly, chest, and then approached his neck.
“I-… Will this… pathetic psychology session stop?” huffed Albert, huffing.
His breath was so heavy, so raw, so intense.
He gasped; he gargled. And beyond that, Cole’s sheer strength, even overcoming his own, pinned him on the bed while the Gargoyle was suave. All in caresses, in strokes. In a controlled breath right by Albert’s ear.
“Maybe. But you’ll earn more from me if you are honest.”
“About… What?” blurted Albert, opening his eyes and almost coughing when that cock plunged even deeper within him, hitting his prostate with enough strength and momentum. A shot of precum flew… And landed on Albert’s face.
“You have been eyeing my groin during most of my meeting. You are acquainted with a brothel owner. You are a slut, my friend.”
Albert’s tongue clicked in displeasure.
But his tail stopped. And Cole advanced again, his testicles now resting on Albert’s tail and by that asshole, less than an inch before he was fully inside.
But he looked like a magnificent bastard. Smug, licking his lips, his eyes brimming with desire. With lust.
“You want… Me to say it?” scoffed Albert, grunting. “I am being fucked. That should be enough. I am… A slut.”
“Then… Consider this. You can ask.”
“A-Ask?”
Albert gulped and gasped, feeling Cole’s dick sliding inside. And it was much better than a toy. The throb inside that dick, the warmth emanating through the skin. The pressure against his inner walls.
It was a symphony for the Crocodile as he gasped, grunted, growled… And threw his head back while his neck was covered with kisses.
“Let’s be simple. Tonight, we are not here as partners. You are not a reluctant tycoon who has to pretend to be against bottoming. We are in this together.”
Albert’s raspy exhale answered. But he listened, his chin kissed, then down his throat. Meanwhile, Cole’s hips pumped. Out, and so he dragged onto the walls, but alleviated the bountiful pressure on Albert’s prostate.
In? He crushed the organ, making the Crocodile spiral down into an abyss of pleasure by the hand of someone who could, as well, use it to expose him.
And yet… There was something else in Cole’s words here.
“I am not petty or about to betray you for this. Let’s say it. If you want… We will be friends, enjoying all sorts of pleasures. Whatever this place might offer, because you have been preparing for it.”
Albert closed his eyes and swallowed his saliva with arduous effort.
Meanwhile, Cole continued to pummel his guts, to hammer them. At a growing pace that was matching Albert’s own heartbeat. Hastening, going wild and brutal, the more Cole pressed against his loving ‘button’ and made him squirm.
Made him squirm and feel powerless, like almost no one from his universe could.
And it was… Enjoyable. Good. In a way that titillated Albert’s mind for a moment before he growled, and another precum shot came.
“I could betray you,” said Albert, his voice stiff. “I have a few cameras recording us.”
“I am not afraid of this. But I would think a friend could do better.”
“Hrmph… That’s…” Albert stopped.
He could retort. Scream. Insult. Then he turned his eyes for a second to look at the wall sconce, at the light, and the plastic housing of a small camera.
Then he looked at Cole, lowering his head to look at that conniving smile, at that smirk. At that defiantly smug attitude.
“Are you reaching a decision?”
“Well. We… Definitely can be friends,” said Albert, huffing and then throwing his head back.
But from the look of it, he was giving up.
He was giving himself up as Cole’s hips thrust inside Albert, stuffing his asshole and making Albert’s entire body rock while he held onto those sheets.
While that orgasm he’d been desperately needing, all thanks to the Demon Wine, was finally coming near. The hurt, the pain, the soreness. All was to be washed away as Cole pummeled his prostate. Hit it, smacked it, brutalized it.
Albert smiled, groaned, and then roared as he came. As his cock straightened for a second, and one intense cumshot, followed by another, flew across the air and landed onto his muzzle.
Some even landed inside it, titillating the tongue with that peculiar taste that no other liquid could provide. And he gulped it down, savored it while Cole approached… And licked Albert’s lips, collecting a hint of that semen before he grunted.
“Definitely what I expected.”
Definitely what he collected, too. Next, the Gargoyle went in… And accelerated his tempo.
He was no longer restraining himself after Albert’s orgasms, and though the Crocodile was still moaning and groaning, Cole showed his stamina.
He bashed Albert’s buttcheeks with his balls until the flesh underneath the green scales burned and irradiated with warmth.
He even coaxed another orgasm, another cumshot from the gargling Crocodile.
Those orbs, covered in cream-colored scales, were clenched tighter to his body before that cock, veined and bearing a median ring, shot and coated the Crocodile’s face with another white trail.
So followed the entrance, clenching and tightening around Cole’s dick, pulling and yanking on the uncut cock. It slowed the Gargoyle down, stopping him from going inside at the same pace as before.
It had some influence, as Cole’s cock… Slowed down.
The hips didn’t thrust as much as though Cole was as suave as ever; his focus had lessened… To be right onto his own groin, onto his orgasms he’d pushed down until he plunged.
Until he pressed his groin against Albert’s taint and shot. Ejaculated, filled Albert, stuffed his guts until the Crocodile felt that warmth deep inside.
And felt that warmth seeping out of his orifice after Cole pulled out. It itched, it tingled. And it was definitely something Albert felt as he gripped his buttcheeks to pry them apart while semen poured from his gaped orifice.
“Ah… You… Definitely filled me,” grunted Albert, inserting a finger inside his orifice to wiggle it… And feel the cascade of semen pouring free.
“And the night is young,” said Cole. “If I consider the effect the wine has on our libido, friend.”
Friend.
Again with that word. Albert’s lips clenched for a moment. Then he turned, seeing that hunk of a Gargoyle. That man, who was perhaps older than him, by the fact that their worlds were ruled in different ways.
An oddity, an exception almost. And one who seemed not to underestimate the Crocodile despite offering him that olive branch.
“Well. If my friend shall… Follow me to help clean myself, I can do another favor for the cameras.”
There was a click of a tongue, with Cole’s finger landing on Albert’s lips, onto those scales.
“There is no need for favors. It is not transactional,” he said, with that smug smirk.
“If you say so,” growled Albert. He waited a moment before standing up. Cole had not moved by any means. Nor did he when Albert strolled to the nearest nightstand with a phone on it.
No, he followed with his eyes as Albert called and asked for someone to intervene and fix the room. Right after the confirmation, he hung up and turned to Cole. Seeing that smile had grown.
“You can be insufferably smug,” said Albert, frowning.
“I am fully aware. Now, let’s take a break.”
Well, the little break was not… A break. Though Albert was the most eager to go to the bathroom, Cole followed suit by playing with Albert’s posterior, feeling those plump buttcheeks and even inserting a finger inside.
“Is that an offer?” asked the Crocodile, feeling the index finger titillating his entrance while the door to their room opened in the distance.
“Only if you ask,” said Cole.
For a moment, Albert thought about refusing. Then, he growled… Growled as he grabbed his buttcheeks and spread himself. Then… Huffed.
“Then make it quick. I need to take a break, too.”
And so, it was again for another fucking. Another moment with Cole’s dick pumping inside with the Gargoyle’s powerful arms wrapping around Albert’s body, clutching the belly and chest.
It was wholly intimate. It was wholly pleasant, even if Albert could hear the squelching of his abused hole, rubbing on Cole’s dick, and the cum as it dripped between their legs on the floor. So long for a cleaning… And yet…
Yet it was great. Yet it was pleasurable as Albert was bending over the toilet, getting fucked and stuffed until Cole groaned by his ears, unleashing another orgasm into Albert’s posterior.
“Fuck… That’s… I’ve had an itch for this. But my usual partner isn’t available,” said Albert, his arms crossed over the tank while he felt Cole’s digits now pumping inside his ass… Pumping and helping him ‘drain’ the cum that was pouring free into the toilet.
“Is that why you are so difficult?” asked Cole, huffing and chuckling despite the queef.
“I thought you wanted us to be friends,” grunted Albert.
“A friend should be able to tell another when he’s a cunt. And you’ve been a massive cunt,” said Cole, laughing now.
Laughing as he pulled his fingers out. Then inserted three again and began to move them, opening and closing his hand; all the while, he stroked Albert’s sphincter and forced it to open further… Not without scooping the cum that wasn’t flooding out.
“It’s… Out?”
“Indeed,” confirmed Cole, even daring to wipe his digits on Albert’s thighs before patting that ass. “You look so needy.”
“All that champagne and wine was a bad idea,” huffed Albert, standing up while he reached for his groin, for his bumpy bladder despite the fat.
Then, he hissed when Cole pressed his hips against his, happily joining Albert in exploring that bladder.
“Don’t push, I might… Hmph”, grunted Albert, his expression closing.
“What? Piss? Oh. I fucked your ass. What’s something more than taking a piss? Unless you’re afraid?”
“Afraid?” said Albert, scoffing. And then sighing. Sighing as he watched that cock on his right. No throbbing, but definitely engorged with blood. Then, he looked up to see Cole’s brows wiggling like an invitation. Then… He looked back as the crew was hauling off any furniture that might have contained a camera.
“I am not about to speak ill of a friend. But what about you? And your servants?” asked Cole, his expression stoic for now.
But the fingers were on the base of Albert’s cock, exploring the red flesh that had gone out of the sheath. Exploring the colorful organ… And yet, pushing right underneath the bladder, as a nudge.
“You are definitely a smug bastard. But you’re right,” said Albert, closing his eyes and growling. Growling as he relaxed his belly, dropped his shoulder… And so came the steamy liquid with the intense odor. From someone who had had a good drunken night.
A similar odor came from Cole as he sighed, but not only.
There was the resonating sound of both jets hitting the bowl, only for them to shift when Cole grabbed Albert’s dick to stroke it while the Crocodile peed.
And… Well, the result was the organ to throb, the jet to be diverted for a second. So came the splashing.
Still, Albert didn’t say a thing. He didn’t cry, though he huffed. He huffed loudly while he raised his hand above Cole’s dick… And finally closed his digits onto it.
Closed his fingers to feel the flesh inside, warm… And the tremor of the flow inside, feeling how the jet became more intense as Cole clenched his groin and bladder, practically blasting the bowl.
“From your touch… This is not the first time you do this,” said Cole, feeling Albert’s fingers creeping closer to the tip.
“Not with someone on the first date. Nor without preparation,” said Albert with a chuckle. “Does your world have safewords?”
“We have,” said Cole, chuckling. “But I didn’t plan to do something that warranted one.”
Albert’s fingers stopped, then he frowned. He snarled. He almost wanted to hiss for a second. Before his scowling became… Meaningless. Meaningless while he looked up and noticed that same smirk from Cole.
“You are a smug bastard.”
“Smug bastard sounds like a good safeword, if lengthy,” said Cole with a grin, reaching out to kiss Albert, going to squeeze his dick… And forcing the last drops out of Albert’s urethra before they returned to the bedroom, finding that the crew had left and replaced most furniture. But it'd also left a bottle behind.
A bottle with a red bow on it and two glasses. Something Albert noticed as he raised the bottle toward Cole.
“I think that’s a sign for us to continue,” said Albert, smirking.
And so smirked Cole.
The bottle opened, the two poured themselves a glass, and as expected, their cocks almost sprang to action; their pupils dilated as they started what could only be described as a frenzy. A frenzy of pleasure and titillation.
From the ropes they found, and with the hook at the center of the room, Albert was hung, bound, and gagged. And left to simmer in his own pleasure until he reached it.
From the rods and the cleaning liquid they had, Cole delved into the depths of Albert’s urethra until the Crocodile came all over himself from the sensations.
The strangely available office supplies were not left alone. The paper clips and the thumbtack were given a purpose in abusing Albert’s nipples or even his scrotum. Yet, there was no cry. No shout. No begging. No safeword.
The smug bastard was told only in their brief breaks, during which the shower or toilets were given purpose… Though one of those breaks took thrice as long when a shower turned into another type of shower and then ended with a normal one.
“You are quite a fiend, my friend,” said Cole as he had one handle and was spanking Albert’s ass with it until even the scales looked redder and definitely sore.
“It has been weeks. Do you know how many people can satisfy me in this town?” replied Albert a moment later.
He enjoyed bouncing on Cole’s lap, the cock plunging and stuffing his depths until his belly started to bulge and seem inflated from the cum that had been poured inside.
“We are in a brothel, this isn’t the place for it?” replied the Gargoyle soon after, half-squatting above Albert’s face, forcing the Crocodile to eat his sweat-riddled ass and then penetrate it.
“The best thing they can offer, that’s a prostate massage,” replied Albert before he gargled when Cole’s dick went inside with a powerful thrust. One so intense, the Crocodile’s eyes bulged and almost crossed.
Nevertheless, the Gargoyle’s cock pumped in and out, certainly delivering its slew in precum and cum. A flow that wasn’t ending, it seemed, as the two were lost in a trance. In a ceaseless appetite driven by their own needs and a bit by the wine.
An appetite that was even far from over as Cole grunted and he ejaculated inside Albert’s mouth, forcing the Crocodile to chug that semen down until they were both reeling from the receding orgasm… From the moment, their faces coated with fluids and their bodies reeking of sweat, of musk, of sex.
They looked spent on the dirty sheets, with Albert’s arms wide open.
“I understand the words. But what’s a prostate massage?” asked Cole, leaning sideways on the bed, the palm under his jaw.
Albert gulped, then he waved a finger. Not toward Cole, but behind him, at the shelves.
“Fetch me the catalog,” he said, growling.
“Someone ought to be polite to a friend,” said Cole, laughing but turning, sitting, and then going for the catalog he handed to Albert.
“Thanks… Smug bastard of a friend,” said Albert, grunting and then skimming through the pages until he stopped on a double-page with two Demons.
Two enormous creatures with red skin, protruding ram horns, and faces that looked human enough, though rugged.
That’s when Albert pointed his finger at the page, huffing and closing his eyes for a moment.
“Them… That’s them.”
“Melkior and Melvior. The two brothers shall release you from the pain of your mortal bodies,” read Cole, huffing and then snorting. “Brothers?”
“They look like it, but they’re probably not,” said Albert, pointing at the lower end of the page. “They offer a prostate massage. I usually order one… But you could take it, too.”
“Hum? From the looks of it, that’s the best thing those servants can offer. Shall we?”
“Then get me the phone,” said Albert, before he stopped. “Please.”
Cole evidently chuckled at this, but, good prince, he handed Albert the phone.
And one quick call later, Albert was climbing onto one of the two slings they’d installed together. Well, the installation was simply unhooking the part attached to the ceiling so the slings could dangle.
Still, it was an experience for the two, with Albert’s legs being sore. But he landed comfortably on the sling. For Cole, it took longer due to his wings and the friction against the leather.
“If that’s a matter of fisting, Friend, I could have done it alone,” said Cole, grabbing his left buttcheeks to spread it. To spread, present, and feel the lubricated entrance.
“It is different. You’ll see,” said Albert, rolling his eyes and peeking at the door when the knob turned, and so entered the two Demons.
As expected, the two males were clad in leather down to their chaps, the leather jockstrap… Or the harness over their chests. They had the role entirely made for them, down to the cigars they smoked.
“I heard we had two sluts ready for the orgasm of their lives?” asked the one on the left, having an impressive mountain beard.
“Two of the biggest sluts we’ve seen in hell,” said the other, sporting an impressive mustache.
Albert turned his head toward Cole and saw that gleam in his eyes.
“Roleplay?” slowly mouthed the Gargoyle.
“You can ask them to stop anytime,” replied Albert.
Still, Albert’s focus returned to the two as they grabbed their cigars and crushed them under their feet before they approached, their gloves exploring Albert and Cole’s posteriors.
“Oh, Melkior. I think I’ll take the fatty!” said ‘Melvior’, hitting Albert’s ass.
“Sure thing, Brother. Anything for you,” said Melkior, now spitting on Cole’s ass.
The reaction was expected, with Cole huffing and his jaw clenching. But so followed the groans when he had his presented ass eaten… And his buttcheeks were stroked by the man’s beard.
The sensation was odd and intense, but Albert was not one to refuse it when he had Melvior now eating his ass, too.
The serpentine tongue definitely slipped inside his entrance, titillating his swollen and gaping rim. It brushed the wrinkles, tasted the semen that was inside… And though Melvior was quick to comment about Albert being such a cumslut and that he’d already been claimed… Albert enjoyed himself.
He closed one hand on the strap while the other remained on his butt, still gripping it so the tongue was unleashed. So the tongue collected the semen that had been stuffed inside his ass. Meanwhile, Cole huffed and growled… And then craned his neck toward Albert.
“That’s… Them eating our ass,” commented the Gargoyle, definitely looking a bit more tense and perhaps disappointed.
“It’s not yet the crux… Of the spectacle,” expressed Albert, definitely enjoying the tongue unleashing a few hits onto his prostate and around it, teasing the swollen and abused organ. But then, as the tongue danced and circled, so came the heat. So came the sensation of a fire now burning inside his asshole.
Cole’s groans followed, indicating that he, too, was starting to feel it.
The fire, the heat, the warmth… And the Gargoyle growled, his clawed toes dangerously nudging the sling’s straps.
“Oh… What- What’s that feeling?” he dared to ask out loud, his composure breaking.
“That’s the Hell’s Kiss for you,” said Melkior, raising his head and making his tongue loll out just enough to expose the glowing red marking on it. “You’ll love it.”
Albert already loved it.
He loved it as he could feel the power’s energy seeping into his ass, creeping into his entire asshole. It was by no means novel for him. He’d already enjoyed each brother at least six or seven times each.
However, even with it being a regular event, the pleasure never wore off.
No, it was the opposite. It was even better each time, much more addictive than a drug. As if Albert could stop.
He had to get more. He had to get it… And as the Hell’s Kiss spread across his ass, there were the fingers now nudging his back entrance. Two gloved fingers hooked on his rim and pulling on it. However, with the Hell’s Kiss, the sensation was heightened.
No, it was amplified to the point his cock was hard and spraying his guts even after so many orgasms.
Cole was affected the same, his smugness gone for a moment as the fingers were digging inside his ass that wasn’t as gaping as Albert's. And yet, the penetration was fairly easy. No, a cakewalk for the Demon who inserted one finger, then two, then three, then four.
Even then, Cole wasn’t grunting or fighting it. No… He was hard. He was needy. He was shooting all over his belly while that fist steadily crept inside his aching asshole.
“Oh… I am starting to feel it. That’s-“
“The itch,” replied Albert, wiggling his brow. The itch. The Hell’s Kiss wasn’t only heightening the sensation and the pleasure. It also aroused the itch, the sensation of something lacking or missing inside them.
Something that Cole might have experienced. But one Albert had definitely lived, many times by now.
And now that the five fingers were going inside, nudging and wiggling, he was… Feeling the liberation from it. The filling, the fulfillment of desires. He grunted, he huffed… But he smiled, his face beaming.
“Oh. That slut is ripe! The Hell’s Kiss didn’t take long!”
“Same for that one! Two queen sizes for us!” roared Melkior, giving Cole’s ass a spank.
The Gargoyle huffed, and his sphincter must have clasped onto Melkior’s digits, making the Demon grunt and grin while he pulled on Cole’s asshole… And then inserted the digits back inside, making the hulking Tycoon groan… And then crane his neck for a second.
“Audacious,” he commented, though his voice was not criticizing. No, it was suave.
As suave as when he turned to Albert, feeling when those wrists were starting to slide inside.
The suction that followed was definitely intense, powerful…
Wondrous, too, when the fingers, the five of them, were moving inside and stroking, caressing, and definitely massaging the Crocodile’s prostate. And Cole’s, if a moment later.
But both felt the effect, from the heightened sensation to… The itch that was scratched, to the tension in all their bodies, from their toes to their scalps, was gone. Erased. Taken away.
Even Cole’s mouth curled into a smile, his tongue dancing onto his lips. Saliva dripped over his beard… But he looked not as bothered.
Or not as impacted by Albert, who was still holding onto his thighs, spreading them wide while the red hand was now pumping in and out, pushing out the semen that might have remained inside his asshole.
The squelching was louder, and louder were the queef… Yet, even louder wear the groans, the huffs, while sweat poured all over Albert’s face, onto his glistening green and cream scales.
“What… Do you think? " he asked.
His voice was raw, hoarse. But it was definitely someone who enjoyed his situation, as that fist was pumping faster inside his ass. So fast, it was starting to pull on the sphincter, almost yanking it out.
Yet, the Crocodile was far from being in pain. No, if there were any pain, it was dulled or erased. Remained then… Pleasure, satisfaction. Bliss as he gasped and gargled, his mouth wide open and his tongue lolling out, salivating on his pectorals.
Then, as it was expected. As it was desired. As it was sought…
The Crocodile hissed and huffed, his jaw clenching tightly as cum poured from his erect cock. It sprayed onward, on Melvior… But also back, towards his swollen guts, towards the bulge that had formed thanks to the fist now pumping inside his guts. Cum painted his face, his muzzle, his grin.
He grinned. He was still hard when the fist inside his ass was exchanged for another. They were swapping them, going for one fist, then the other, stretching the rims wide…
Stretching wide their entrances, which were either used and abused or solely trained.
In Cole’s case. Though he wasn’t one to get as regularly fisted, he was definitely taken by it. Definitely feeling the burn from his asshole being tugged on by the friction and the abuse.
His smug attitude was replaced by something different but close. His smile, genuine, was that of a blissful man finally finding what he desired… Or finding comfort in something as intense as being brought closer to a hands-free orgasm.
But so came the voice, the hoarse grunt from him as his lips finally opened.
“Those… Servants are relentless,” he said, his voice nothing but a whisper Albert barely heard amidst his posterior being battered and beaten.
It took him some time to catch on.
It took Albert a moment to catch up with Cole’s words and for him to turn, to glance at the Gargoyle who coated his bulging belly with precum. To see the smirk that was growing. And then, to turn… To face ahead while focusing on not slipping, on not letting those two Demons impose their pace.
Then, he chuckled.
Chuckled nervously while his prostate was hit again, and so came another orgasm. Lesser than the first one, than those before. But one intense enough to make Albert’s legs and body tense up like a bowstring before he sighed… And addressed a few words to Cole, with all the irony he could offer.
“I told you, Friend. Nothing… Can relax you like a Prostate massage,” he said.
He didn’t hear a direct reply from Cole. However, the Gargoyle at his side growled, deeply.
Then, as fists were exchanged, there was a roar.
The wings unfurled, Cole’s own tail smacked against Albert’s in a frantic hit. And the Demons chuckled.
“I made that bitch squirt!”
“I did it before you!”
It barely mattered to Albert or Cole.
No. Because they started to chuckle, to laugh earnestly together. And then to break apart, to be taken, brutalized, dragged into the mud of pleasure and yearning until they were again cumming.
And it wouldn’t end there. It wasn’t ending there, not at all.
The Demon continued, sometimes even making the two rolls on the sling until they were on their bellies, their guts bulging and battered from within until they were gasping… Until their cocks, pointing down, shot on the floor, on the carpet mat, while their legs arched and… Well, their tails almost smacked their hosts.
“Oh… How much did you pay for them?”
“For… One hour,” said Albert, almost frothing with his eyes rolling.
“How… Long has it been?”
“Fifteen? Minutes?”
Albert’s reply was weak and meek. But again, he was taken by another orgasm until he was dry. Until he was spent. Until every ounce of stress, worry, and tension within his massive, scaly body had disappeared and been replaced by the delight of the orgasm.
By the afterglow. By the rawness of a sore body getting offered a pleasant massage by the same Demon who’d made sure he was spent and too exhausted to move a finger.
Cole was the same as they were on the bed, rumbling and grunting altogether while the two large Demons were pushing their bulges between their buttcheks and against the base of their tails, titillating their gaping orifices.
Yet, their hands were expert in going over their limbs, over the two massive Crocodile and Gargoyle’s backs. And only then, there was a whisper.
“Another run… Sluts?”
“Cole?” asked Albert, his voice hoarse.
“Another run… Wouldn’t hurt,” said the Gargoyle, his words ending with a smirk.
-
Albert was still sore as he reclined in his seat, enjoying the delightful pleasure of his muscles being massaged by the seat’s vibration.
Each part of the seat vibrated at its own pace, sending shockwaves through the muscles that were forcefully relaxed… And in return, the Crocodile felt like putty.
However, he accepted the offered glass from Cole, then smiled and raised his glass. Almost a toast, though nothing was said.
Nothing until they took their first sip.
“I was pleasantly surprised by Sanctum’s hospitality,” said Cole, broaching the subject in a way Albert picked up.
“We can always extend it whenever you are visiting this world,” he said, tilting his glass towards Cole. “You mentioned your wish to visit it, right?”
Cole stopped for a moment, then he turned to look at the bay, watching the rebuilt industrial district on the other side as well as the port. Then, he went to Albert, offering the Crocodile a sly grin.
“Are they offering services as escorts?” he asked.
“They rarely do, unless for VIPs,” said Albert, putting the glass down. “But I can guide you. And I can have them around for us and our needs. Friend.”
There was a chuckle from Albert, echoed by Cole. Then they relaxed, both seats vibrating as they headed to the Airport. A little more and Cole would be back, and everything could return to normal. Or…
So they thought as Albert saw Cole’s finger playing with his pants.
“Well then. Perhaps it would be wise for us not to hasten my departure. We have to plan for when I return,” said Cole as he opened his belt… Revealing his cock, again.
Shameless. Smug. But Albert laughed before he stood from his seat, bending forward, almost going on all fours.
“Chauffeur! Let’s take the Scenic route! Mister Cole wants to see more of Sanctum,” he shouted… Already salivating while looking down at the Gargoyle’s shaft.
It seemed their partnership was only at its dawn.