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The Entrancing Addler in "Love-Love"

By Danath

Characters © Taiko

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"What? You can't make it tomorrow night after all? No, no, I understand. Don't worry, I'll find a replacement. Yes, it's okay. What do you think I did before you came along? Alright, talk to you later. Yeah, I'll let you know."

The Entrancing Addler let out a sigh as he tapped the screen of his phone, ending the call, before glancing around. People walked past on either side of him in a constant stream. The sidewalks were crowded on both sides of the busy road full of quiet cars and bicycles. The sun beat down overhead between the tall buildings, reflecting off the rows of windows of the square skyscrapers. The Addler let his eyes wander as he tried to think up a way to find an assistant for tomorrow's gig at such short notice. Not to mention he needed a room for the night now as well. The confidence he had on the phone about the situation was not misguided, though, and the corners of the Addler's wide, smooth muzzle curled upwards as he spotted a promising place to start the hunt for a new assistant.

After all, things had a way of working themselves out.

Less than ten minutes later, the Addler emerged from a locker room inside the gym advertised on the front of one of the skyscrapers. His street clothes were gone, and instead a white polo shirt clung to the cobra's broad chest. The collar - with all three buttons undone - exposed a promising glimpse of the muscular pecs beneath the thin fabric. The pale yellow scales across his torso were mostly hidden, though the darker brown scales across his arms, neck and legs were visible thanks to the tiny shorts in matching white. The club uniform - found in an open locker - fit snugly around the Addler's powerful body, outlining his powerful build. The shorts, especially, gave tantalizing glimpses of the yellow scales coating the insides of his massive thighs, though the bulge hanging above often cast a dark shadow. The uniform was a far cry from the faded black t-shirt, black vest, and black shorts borrowed from the last night's fling he wore before.

Keeping his hood back, the cobra's eyes followed the scents he could taste in the air, leading him through the club on a brief walking tour. The short-shorts rode high up the Addler's thighs, showing off the hard glutes beneath the wide, round base of his long tail, as he passed by the various rooms and workout areas. There were more males present and several promising candidates he spotted checking him out as he passed by, but it wasn't until he reached the tennis courts on the roof of the high-end athletic club that he paused to do the same.

Glossy light played across the Rottweiler's shifting, dense pelt made of short, dark brown fur. A respectable pair of pecs filled a white polo shirt along with a hard, flat belly. Unlike the Addler's club uniform meant for guests, the canine's polo featured a name stitched into the chest and the club's logo printed on the back, both in bright red. The word "STAFF" was also present, though it was stretched and distorted by the movements of the powerful shoulders and broad back beneath. Wide hips and powerful legs propelled the Rottweiler across the tennis courts as he swung away at balls delivered by a pitching machine. The canine's eyes, narrowed in concentration, followed the latest ball to fly towards him. He swung and rotated his hips, and the Addler's pupils dilated slightly as the canine's white shorts pulled up snug, outlining not just a significantly round, plump backside, but a healthy sheath and full sac to boot. The cobra's tongue flicked out again as he felt a familiar twinge of excitement at the possibilities. His eyes tracked the shine of the canine's tan belly fur as the polo shirt pulled upwards, showcasing the male's fitness further.

The Addler contented himself for a few minutes with watching the Rottweiler return the tennis balls. He didn't appear to perk at the various grunts the canine made, but on the inside, he wondered if he could get the cute male to make those same noises. Or maybe some new ones altogether.

There was only one way to find out. The Addler put on a grin as he strode up to the gate of the caged-in tennis court - meant to keep balls from flying over the side of the building, and leaned against it, propping his shoulder on the pole. His eyes tracked the Rottweiler as the canine ran back and forth, side to side, before the machine eventually needed to be reloaded. It wasn't until then that the panting Rottweiler saw the cobra. The canine's eyes widened with surprise at first, then squinted slightly. The stocky dog's whole head lifted as he checked out the cobra without a hint of shame or subtlety. The Addler's smirk grew.

"You here for a tennis lesson?" the Rottweiler asked. "I had a few cancellations this afternoon."

The canine lifted his arms up and held the racket up behind his head, stretching his shoulders. His shirt lifted as his arms did, exposing the two-toned belly - dark brown on the outside, with a smooth patch of tan narrowing towards his chest. The sleeves of the polo pulled against his shoulders, showing off the thickness of his biceps. His hard, smooth belly played up the prominent bulge in his shorts, and the Addler was sure they'd be a size too small for the canine if he checked the label. Something he fully intended to do later.

The Addler shook his head. "Instead of a lesson, how about a bet?" he asked while dropping his gaze towards the Rottweiler's lower belly and muscular thighs. "I'm performing tomorrow night and I need an assistant."

"An assistant? Performing magic?"

The cobra's scales shifted beneath his polo, causing the fabric to pull even more tightly across his broad torso.

"You could say that."

"So what's the bet?" the Rottweiler asked, smirking right back at the cobra. The canine was clearly an experienced hand at helping the gym's executive clients with their serves, swings, and other courtside proclivities, so propositions like this wouldn't faze him.

"We'll play a game. If you win, I'll spend the night making you feel amazing," the Addler said. "If I win, I'll still spend the night making you feel amazing. And you'll act as my assistant now and again. Like tomorrow night"

The canine's constant flexing and stretching paused for a moment as he grinned at the cobra.

"Sounds like a win-win for you. What do I get out of it?"

The Addler stepped onto the court and approached the Rottweiler. He glanced down at the canine's chest to read the name stitched in red, then focused his gaze into the big Rottweiler's light brown eyes.

"Like I said, Riche," the cobra muttered, his voice low and deep, "I'll spend the night making you feel amazing."

Riche's expression sagged for a moment and his eyes lidded over, nearly closing. A low moan rolled past his lips when the Addler's fingertips brushed across his chin, and the bulge in his shorts thickened up substantially to the point it looked like he was hiding a can of soda with a pair of peaches inside.

After a moment, though, the canine blinked and smirked. "Fine. You're on."

The cobra nodded as he passed by the Rottweiler and picked up a spare racket from near the fence. Riche, meanwhile, moved the pitching machine aside and took up a stance on the other side of the court. The sun beat down overhead, warming the court and causing shimmers of heat in the humid air.

The Addler focused his attention on Riche as the Rottweiler stepped up to the back line.

"I'll take it easy on you!" the canine called out. "You may not know this, but I went pro briefly."

The following serve didn't feel like Riche was taking it easy. The Addler didn't bother to turn around and watch as it rolled away from the fence, which it hit after bouncing off the ground feet in front of the cobra, who'd been unable to react in time. The Rottweiler really could play. The Addler's mouth pulled in a bit more taut as he realized he may have underestimated things a tad. After all, he hadn't played tennis in... how many years?

"Hope you're ready! Let's make this a little challenging, huh?"

The second serve, now that the Addler was expecting it, could just be reached. The cobra managed to heave his muscular body to return it in a long, high lob. He'd only just gotten back on his feet when the "thwack!" of the canine hitting it back echoed over the rooftop.

The ball hit just inside the line on the side furthest from the Addler. No chance to return it.

"Almost! You got a lot closer to that one!" Riche called out.

The Addler squinted, focusing his gaze harder. He'd have to dial things up a notch.

The canine's arm swung back for the third serve, but this time, the ball hit the net. Riche frowned, looking from his arm to the net, then back to his arm, before shrugging it off.

"You got this, Riche!" the Addler called out, causing the canine to look up and meet the cobra's gaze again.

And so the game really started from there, with the Addler just managing to keep himself ahead through faults. Riche panted hard by the time it was over, having worked himself in the heat far longer than he thought it would take to dispatch the clumsy cobra, whose returns were always soft and targeted nowhere in particular. Riche shook his head as he realized he'd just lost the game, though it seemed to pass in bits and pieces. Mostly he could remember his opponent's eyes. Sharp eyes catching his own, holding it and locking him in, keeping his attention...

"Looks like you lost the bet, Riche."

The Rottweiler nodded his head as he turned to face the cobra. His pupils dilated as the cobra's hood extended to block out the sun, leaving only the snake's flashing eyes to draw Riche in. The Addler's chest squeezed forward, compressing muscle-to-muscle all the way down to their hips. Slightly taller than the canine, the cobra's bulge pushed against the canine's abs with a lewd warmth that sent urgent alarms ringing throughout the Rottweiler's stunned body.

"Guess that means I'm going home with you tonight... and you'll be my assistant tomorrow," the cobra said, teasing a finger under the canine's slack jaw. "Mmmhh... I think I'll have just enough time to get you well-trained."

The Addler's smooth-scaled fingers stretched down as he moved back slightly, giving him space enough to squeeze his hand down into the canine's shorts. The thick member pulsed into his palm, hardening and fattening immediately as the cobra guided it free of the tight shorts with a smooth, slow stroke. His eyes kept focus on Riche's all the while, strengthening the hypnotic stupor he'd been building in the muscular canine all game. The Rottie's hips twitched, shoving into the cobra's fingers with a needful urgency that only promised to grow. The Addler's tongue flicked out, tasting the Rottie's lips, while his fingers wrapped around the fuzzy round tennis ball-sized orbs. The canine's underwear stretched, hardly able to contain both fat nuts and the cobra's hand, and pulled up tight between his hard, clenching rump cheeks.

"We better get you home to take care of this, shouldn't we?" the Addler asked.

"Yes... back to... home..."

"That's right..."

The Addler's eyes flared brighter than ever as his muzzle dropped, pinning to the Rottie for a brief taste. He didn't bother changing on their way out of the gym, and though they got some questioning glances from the taxi driver, the cobra guided the canine back to his apartment near the city center without incident. And, having spent the majority of the trip whispering naughty promises into the Rottweiler's twisting ears, the canine was more than ready to be alone with the cobra - hypnotic stupor or not.

"Time to warm up, puppy," the cobra said. The Addler rested his hands on his hips, legs slightly spread, presenting the tight white gym shorts containing his bulge to the kneeling, slack-jawed Rottie. They were in the living room, in front of the couch. The Addler tossed the canine's keys into a bowl on the coffee table in front of the TV without looking, keeping his gaze on the entranced male reaching for his midsection instead.

The canine peeled off the taut, full shorts like he was taking cellophane wrapping off of an oversized cucumber. With each inch of fabric tugged lower, more and more of the thick, meaty cobra cock squeezed upwards from the base, leaving the tip bent over and trapped by the waistband. Riche's nostrils flared at the scent, which reinvigorated him to lean in even closer. The cobra's length flexed and popped itself free, fattening too much to remain bent over, just as the canine got in close. The fat stalk flapped across Riche's face, covering his eyes and nose. The warm length flexed and bounced off, only to land again with a thick weight behind it.

"Unnnngggghhhh..."

A splurt of clear pre-cum erupted from Riche's tented white shorts. The wetness caused the straining fabric to become slightly transparent, revealing the throbbing red color of the canine's arousal within. The wetness spread as a second splurt of pre followed a few moments later, highlighting Riche's growing need.

The Addler grinned as he lifted his shirt slightly and rubbed a palm down his belly, enjoying the attention as Riche's paws went to work. The canine's wide tongue paid tribute to his fat nuts, coating them in saliva, as his huge shaft flexed and hardened fully. The cobra grinned, relaxing as he let Riche go to work. The canine's arousal pulsed, dribbling constantly, fully stimulated despite being trapped in the shorts and unable to grow to its full size. The spheres of his balls shoved outwards as the canine's fat arousal flexed and wiggled desperately. Riche, however, kept his paws where they should be, he knew - on the cobra's massive maleness, stroking and teasing and pleasuring so that he could get a better taste, better smell, of the muscular cobra. Riche sagged forward, faceplanting his muzzle under the Addler's sac.

"I almost didn't need to hypnotize you, huh?" the cobra murmured to himself as he clenched his smooth-scaled thighs around the Rottie's muzzle, trapping the male's head under his heavy nuts. "Though I doubt you'll wear the assistant's costume otherwise. Let's worry about that... mmmmfffff... later!"

The cobra's eyes flashed and he grabbed Riche by the ears. Flexing his muscles, the powerful cobra pulled the Rottie's head back, holding him in place as he thrust his hips forward, guiding the fat tip between Riche's wide lips. The canine's eyes lidded over, but remained half open, locked on the Addler's own bright eyes, as the thick snake-cock filled his muzzle and then his throat. He swallowed, unable to stop himself, and choked down every inch. The Rottweiler's ears went back and his eyes watered as the snake's fingers curled tightly around the sides of his head, pulling him down, pushing him, until the big, muscular snake's thighs flexed. Riche's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the huge shaft spread him open, working deep into the back of his throat. This was no mere blowjob, not even a deep throat - this was Riche acquiescing entirely, giving his body over to sate the cobra's desire, fully committing and relaxing in the powerful embrace of the Addler's eyes. The canine's claws dug into the Addler's thighs, but it was like clutching steel forms - there was no give in the snake's stance. Gurgling and gasping followed as the cobra's grip dragged Riche back, then down again, working the canine's muzzle and throat purely at his own pace and leisure.

"Ooooh, Riche... you naughty dog... you're far too good at this!" the Addler groaned. He felt his cock twitching, flexing deep in the canine's muzzle. Riche's claws scraped down the snake's thighs, then leapt back up to the cobra's belly, at each deep, hard pumping thrust. Pre-cum squirted from the sides of the Rottie's muzzle, drenching his shirt and adding to the mess his own throbbing, aching arousal was making in his shorts.

The Addler's tail rectified that situation. Slipping down and into the shorts, which were plastered to the Rottie's sleek, short fur by oozing pre, the cobra's flexible tail tip wrapped around the base of the canine's sheath, squeezing it tight enough to cause Riche to clench up all over. Fortunately for the Addler, it was just as he'd bottomed out again in the canine's warm, tight throat.

Blasts of cobra seed flooded Riche's belly, and what couldn't fit blasted back out his muzzle, joined by streams of thick and salty jizz from his nostrils. The Addler's genuine moans of deep pleasure filled the entire apartment as he kept his hips jammed up against the muscular canine's muzzle, mashing the dog's nose flat, as his twitching erection throbbed and spat deep inside.

Pints of thick white seed spilled down Riche's chest and belly, pooling around his thighs and partially hiding his own raging arousal. The canine's hard belly thickened noticeably, bulging outwards as his throat frantically swallowed - though there was little hope of keeping up with the cobra's king-sized load.

At long last, the Addler dragged the gurgling Rottie off his shaft, popping the tip free with a fine blast of seed to the soggy mutt's face. Gasping for air and getting little but musk, Riche leaned himself against the Addler's thighs, clutching at those steel pillars for support. The cobra cock draped over his shoulder, drizzling over the perfectly round spheres of his pert, hard rump cheeks. The tan coating the insides of his thighs ran right between them before narrowing up his wagging tail.

"So eager," the Addler hissed, impressed with the canine's stamina. His eyes flashed, flicking down towards Riche's soggy, straining shorts, and his tongue tasted the air. "Mmhh, and just right."

Squeezing his tail, every motion of which sent shudders through Riche's body, the cobra laid the canine out on his back on a relatively dry section of the floor. Turning around and squatting down, the muscular cobra let his half-hard shaft and huge balls drape around Riche's head, enveloping the Rottie's ears and skull completely with his thighs. At the same time, the Addler's tail remained coiled around Riche's shaft, a perfect cockring to prevent him from firing too early. Both of the cobra's smooth hands slid over the Rottie's stomach, teasing the dips in his muscular belly, then spread down towards the bulging shorts. Each little touch elicited a flex and squirt and squirm in that order.

The Addler took his time, enjoying himself as the Rottie huffed and moaned from between his legs, smothered in half-hard cobra dick, musky nuts, and powerful thighs. The cobra's fingers teased and stroked the filled-to-capacity shorts, wondering just how much teasing it would take to get the canine to rip right through them.

It turned out not to be much. Riche's squirming and moaning picked up in volume, muffled as it was between the Addler's meaty thighs, as his flexing cock jerked hard, fast, rapidly pulling away from the cobra's invasive fingers. The soggy white shorts gave way, ripping at the seams, allowing the canine's thick red shaft to sprout freely, releasing the wrist-thick red length with a snap. The cobra stretched his fingers out and grabbed the fragments of fabric, dragging them away from the sloppy, pre-soaked member, and glanced at the label. The Addler smirked and clenched his thighs slightly harder around the grunting Rottie's head, treating him to a few more facefuls of cobra meat and balls.

Riche's moaning grew louder, unmuffled when the Addler's hips lifted away. The cobra's arousal dangled between his thighs, still half-hard and dripping with fresh seed. It wavered side to side, twitching as the veins pumped along the sides, before the muscular snake lined up his shot. With a groan, the cobra's hips sunk down, pinning the Rottweiler back to the floor while impaling his muzzle with the half-hard snake cock at the same time. Soggy, musk-drenched balls, smooth with scales, blocked out Riche's vision as they draped over his eyes and forehead. Muting the muscular male completely, the Addler ignored the gurgling, slurping, and swallowing from where his thick maleness forced the Rottie's cheeks to bulge on either side, and instead turned his attention to the fat red doggy-cock now fully accessible.

The wriggling and writhing caused the canine to swallow the Addler's cock fully within seconds. The snake moaned, clenching his buttocks as he hardened up all over again inside the Rottie' supple throat. The source of the canine's frenzy was clear: the Addler's expert ministrations. Using his long, slender tongue and firm lips, the cobra expertly milked the Rottie's shaft, throating it without hesitation, applying pressure and warmth from tip to base in long, neverending, sinuous flows. And all the while locking the canine's cock down with his strong tail.

The humping, flexing, and pumping continued, harder and faster by the minute. The Addler could feel the poor Rottie's nuts bulging and building up, so the big snake only worked his huge shaft in Riche's willing muzzle for another few hours before finally giving the canine the release he'd so eagerly earned.

The canine's howl was loud even with his face smothered in cobra balls. The moment the Addler released the grip of his coiled tail around Riche's red shaft, the Rottie's cock erupted like a fire hydrant, firing high into the air, just a few feet short of the ceiling, before raining back down. The cobra's eyes closed as he dove forward, jaws spread wide, enveloping the twitching maleness down to the base before the second shot could pump out. The Rottie's whole body froze and the canine let out a keening howl. The Addler's neck swallowed, just as hard and powerful inside as he was on the outside - but the cobra wasn't done yet. His throat swallowed again, dragging the canine's member deeper, milking it from the tip to the base, before the Addler's lips pulled in the canine's tennis ball-sized orbs as well. Enveloping them, rolling them around on his long and dextrous tongue, the narrow band of muscle squeezed both of the canine's nuts expertly. Riche's hips jerked, thighs bouncing helplessly off the Addler's muzzle.

The cobra's tongue squeezed one last time before releasing. Riche sagged against the floor, head to the side, his whole body twitching. His fingers curled and uncurled along with his toes as his now completely soft cock hung over the side of his broad thigh. His chest rose and fell, heaving for breath, as the Addler stood up and stretched his arms and shoulders. The motion caused the cobra's impressive cock to swing side to side, still coated in a shiny layer of canine saliva. Erect and hard, it jerked upwards as a few dribbles of clear pre-cum rolled from the tip, tracing patterns in the saliva as they ran down to the base before gathering and falling lower, rolling over the massive orbs beneath.

The Addler reached down, grabbing his cock at the base and giving it a good, solid squeeze while pulling upwards, milking a drizzle of fresh, warm pre-cum out of the tip. It dripped from his fingers as he tasted the air, enjoying the heady scent of supercharged canine horniness in the humid room.

There was a thump from the floor, and the Addler looked down to see Riche rolling over and jutting his rump skywards. A needy groan rolled past his lips as his cheek scraped across the jizzed-up floor, but there was no mistaking the eagerness with which he reached back, grabbed his rumpcheeks, and presented himself to the muscular, dominant cobra.

The Addler's tongue flicked out again as he knelt behind the canine. Riche's panting increased in volume as the weight of the snake's arousal draped over his rump, leaving a pool of pre-cum sloshing in the small of his back. Riche's muscles flexed, stretching his pelt, as he shoved his arms straight, lifting his shoulders into the air. The Addler, pent up as he was from the canine's warm, eager throat, couldn't hold back as he roughly entered the Rottie. Riche's eyes bulged and his breath caught in his throat as he felt the cobra's fingers tugging at him, dragging him down, while filling him like never before.

The Addler leaned over, pressing his belly and chest into the canine's wide backside. One hand spread on the floor, supporting his weight, while the other reached forward and grasped Riche's jaw. He turned the canine's muzzle to the side and, once he gained eye contact, didn't let up, even as his muzzle shoved forward. Riche's body relaxed, maintaining only enough strength to stay on all fours, as his cheeks moved from within from the cobra's tongue. His pupils sagged, half-lidded, as the cobra's gaze held him fast.

The Addler's hips surged forward, driving deep, filling the Rottie's backside until he could go no further. His thighs bounced off of Riche's legs, again and again, as the canine's maleness slowly grew larger, a new wave of lust and need overtaking him. The Addler's eyes blazed as his hips pounded harder, humping fast, filling and taking the muscular canine until neither could stop the aching need welling up within. There were no tricks here, no coils or squeezing, as the Addler felt his arousal swell, his need rise, a near violent eruption inside the canine's belly. The cobra's pecs hardened as he leaned backwards, both arms around Riche, tugging the Rottie with him. Riche's belly stretched as the cobra filled him, while his own cock jerked and spat a few drops. A wave of seed ran down the insides of the canine's thighs, causing a fresh pool to form around them on the floor as the Addler sated his need.

Exhausted and fully drained like never before, Riche fell asleep on the couch where the Addler draped him after a quick toweling off. The cobra stretched his arms and twisted his lower back, grinning wide as his cock slapped across his thighs. Bright white light from the morning sun peeked through the blinds on the windows.

"Get some rest, pup, because I think you're definitely going to need more training! Besides, you still haven't tried on your costume!"

The end