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There was nothing like a hot shower after a long day. The water lapped over the sultry, curvy deer's body, leaving his fur matted, his elegant locks of hair stuck to his back and shoulders. He was already thoroughly washed and smelling freshly of various fruits and herbs, but he didn't feel like leaving not yet. He just needed a breather. Cherno might have stood there under the steaming water all night for how good it felt if it wasn't for the sudden banging.

Whatever it was, it was shaking his entire house. It nearly made him leap through the ceiling when he heard it. WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP it went, and he only clued in to the fact that it was the sound of someone knocking at his front door so hard it was knocking the pictures off his walls and rattling his windows. He had no idea what that could have been so late at night, and some part of him was afraid to find out. Still, he rushed out of the water, fully nude, and hastily dried himself off so he could go find out. He was still a bit damp all over as he clopped along down the hall, wrapped in a towel, dripping all the way.

Whoever it was at his door didn't bother to wait and try a third time. It was a good thing Cherno wasn't standing in the way. One more tremendous THUD and the door came crashing right down to the floor, knocked clean off its hinges by a mighty blow. He barely managed to hold onto his towel as he leapt back in fright. Soon, he found himself backed against the wall, utterly alarmed but unsure what exactly he was supposed to do as two titanic beasts invaded his living room, blocking him into a corner with their sheer bulk.

He wasn't sure which one of them intimidated him more. The black wolf set off a certain instinctual fear just seeing him flashing that toothy grin of his, all golden-eyed and intense. He was bulky and heavy-set, with a bare gut visible under his open leather jacket. Though his appearance wasn't all rough - those golden earrings and his smooth, lengthy hair draping down his back and shoulders gave him a certain attractive flair beyond his more sinister features. No doubt he could have done some serious harm to the deer all on his own, but his companion was so much bigger and bulkier that it made even him look small.

The crocodile was huge enough that just getting himself through a doorway was a feat in itself. He towered over even the wolf, leaving the deer no higher than his heavy belly. His clothes looked like they were liable to split under the pressure of the muscle that adorned his thickly-scaled body, and in some cases that tight white shirt had already torn under the abrasions of his sharp ridges. His heavy treetrunk of a tail lazily dragging behind him probably weighed as much as the entire deer alone. He gleamed down at Cherno with a pair of lava-orange eyes.

"You Jack?" the croc gruffly asked in a voice so deep it rattled through the slender deer's bones.

Cherno couldn't even find the words to properly speak. At best a squeak left his throat as he sized up those two potential attackers. He wasn't sure whether to run, to cry for help, to try to find his damn phone and call emergency services. Of all the times to lose track of where he put it, it was when he had two aggressive intruders.

"Maybe you need an introduction," the wolf said. His voice was just as boomy, with a scratchy undertone. He pointed to himself, then the croc. "I'm Lucifer. That's Xerxes. You know why we're here."

"Must have been a bad boy for the boss to send us after you," Xerxes rumbled. "Gonna have some fun with this."

He was already visibly salivating. Cherno watched a pink tongue swipe across the points of that jagged crocodile grin and found himself trembling. But something wasn't right. Maybe it'd be his salvation. With all his might, he broke through his headlight freeze and blurted out a desperate correction.

"I think ... I think you have the wrong house! I'm not ... I'm Cherno, not Jack, and I have no idea what boss you're talking about and ..."

The wolf tipped his head curiously, then leaned over to the croc to murmur something.

"Yeah, 71-A," Xerxes confirmed. His voice was too powerful to whisper.

Cherno leapt on that as quickly as he could. "Did ... did you say A? This is 71-B ..."

The two huge thugs looked him over a little, exchanged a glance, then just shrugged.

"You thinkin what I'm thinkin, babe?" the wolf asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I look down and see a pretty piece of deer meat, I think that makes this the right place to me," came the croc's lecherous voice.

Before Cherno could move, Xerxes planted a meaty palm right beside his head, cutting off his retreat. He tried to duck down, but the wolf got him in an instant, throwing his whole weight up against the deer's body, pinning him to the wall with his bulky body. That heavy gut squished against his chest, and he found his face framed nicely between two thick black pecs. Lucifer leaned his head down and gave a sniff at the deer's hair.

"You smell nice, girly buck. I'm looking forward to ruining that."

He'd perceived it ever since the two brutes entered his home, but that was the first real sample of thick wolf musk Cherno got. It had such an effect on him that his sheath gave a little tremble as his towel fell to the floor, exposing his still-wet, naked for for them both to see. The croc moved in close to leer and flash his grin at the scared little buck, and his presence invaded Cherno's senses with a hearty dose of that leathery reptilian scent to go with blunt wolf musk. The fresh, fruity smells that clung to his girly frame after a nice long shower weren't going to last him long at that rate. He swore he was soaking them up just by being near them.

"Gonna dump my fuckin nuts in you," the croc grunted as he moved in close, gnashing his teeth. They weren't especially close to Cherno's face, but the sound of those jaws clicking together was still enough to make him flinch. He knew well just how destructive one good bite could have been. Fighting the two of them was off the table.

They loomed and menaced him a little longer, letting him see their teeth, or the darkly intense look in their eyes. Then they took him by an arm each and simply started dragging his fresh, naked form down the hall. It occurred to him that someone might have heard him if he cried out loudly enough. The front door was wide open after all. Yet try as he might to scream for someone to come save him from those beasts, he was left with a vague squeak at best, a tiny, shaky whimper.

".... help."

"What's that?" Xerxes asked.

"Think the lost little doe is trying to call for help," Lucifer snickered.

"That's not gonna do you any good. We got free reign 'round here. Courtesy of the boss."

Cherno didn't get a chance to protest further before they found his bedroom. At least that door survived them. The wolf threw it open and then they picked him up and collectively tossed him like he didn't weigh a thing. He finally found his voice in the form of a frightened yelp as he sailed across his own bedroom, smacking onto the bed and then bouncing so high he fell off and hit the floor. They descended upon his fallen form like pack animals, snatching him up and overpowering him as he instinctually kicked and wriggled in their grasp. He was far too frightened to remain calm, especially when they handled him so roughly.

It was all for naught, of course. They outmuscled him in seconds and got him shoved face down on his bed. A smack on his ass from a huge, scaly hand brought the first of surely many bleats from his lips. He tried to crawl away while they shrugged off their tops, undid buckles, and pulled their half-hard dicks out, but they always had at least one hand on him. He found himself bathing even more richly in that hot, leathery croc scent, and boozy wolf musk as soon as they were done stripping down. It was enough to make his throat feel dry, his eyes start to water, and it was just going to get thicker the more he turned them on just by being a squirmy, helpless deer.

They let him slowly turn over once they were done. He almost didn't want to look. They were intimidating enough fully clothed, but standing there, naked and bulky, dicks out and getting hard, he knew he was in for a hell of a night. Scooting back on his bed, he backed himself into the pillows, but that didn't serve to do much more than corner him as they closed in on him. He wasn't sure who to keep an eye on the most. The wolf was looking at him like he might be a fresh piece of meat, but the croc had such a deep, almost unnaturally wicked glare that he felt either of them was likely to get violent the moment they didn't like something he was doing. Holding his hands up in front of his face, he managed to get one more word out.

"Please ..."

"Yeah, you're gonna fuckin please us," the wolf snarled. "Now sniff my fuckin nuts. I know you little bitch boys love that."

Cherno made a customary bit of resistance, but he couldn't stop Lucifer from snatching him by the antler and dragging him face first into that plump black sack. He nosedived between the wolf's sweaty balls and found himself immediately immersed in canine humidity. It was enough to make him scrunch his face up and flinch away, but the wolf wasn't letting him go that easy. He forcefully kept the deer smothered there, barely able to breathe but for snorting the intense scent right off those two fat wolf nuts, swallowing sweat whenever he tried to gasp.

When he reluctantly took a deep, shuddering breath to keep from passing out, he found himself shuddering all over. Right down to his sheath. Luc shifted his grip from antler to hair, pulling out a few strands of Cherno's two-toned locks in the process, making him yelp against his sack. Then he gave a chuckle and jerked the buck's head even closer.

"What is it about you fuckin deer? You get the scent of a wolf in your head and every single one of you turns into a whimpering little slut." He leaned closer, flashing his fangs in a throaty growl. "You like the danger, don't you? Like it when you get caught, like the little preybitch you are. Now sniff."

Cherno didn't even hesitate. He heard that command and his body followed before his mind had the chance to consider what to do. One deep, long huff was enough to make his eyes roll back in temporary stupor as the richness of his musk utterly invaded him. He was glad he was smothered there where they wouldn't see the briefly shattered expression on his face. Lucifer reached down to tussle his hair in praise.

"Yeaaah, atta girl. You're gonna be our little doe tonight, you like that thought?"

"Oh, he likes it," Xerxes said with a great big crooked grin. "You sure it's wolves those deer like so much though? Maybe they just smell me on you. Here, lemme test it."

As rough as the wolf was being with him, the croc handled him even more harshly. He was bigger, stronger, and all the more brutal for it. Cherno felt those claws scrape along his scalp as he got dragged over to faceplant against one of the croc's enormous balls. That thing was as big as his head, and coated in a mix of sweat and leathery reptilian musk. It was highly distinct from the wolf's own, smothering Cherno's senses in the swampy essence until his eyes watered.

"You ever handled a set like this? Biggest balls you've ever fuckin seen, I bet," the croc rumbled, and he wasn't wrong.

Not content to simply smother the deer, he took his head in both hands and simply started thrusting against Cherno's face. The heavy plap of a croc sack smacked him hard enough to stun him. It was all enough to make that thick black dick schlick its way to full firmness. Maybe it felt good, or maybe he just delighted in roughing someone up that much. The buck's head was spinning by the time Xerxes finally stopped slapping him around with his balls, leaving him staring up at the scaly aggressor, or at least as much as he could see beyond the spire of that sleek cock standing tall above him.

"Start licking, slut. Really mash your tongue on it. I wanna feel you slobberin' over the taste of my dick."

As before, Cherno didn't think about it. He had the thought rooted firmly in the back of his mind that any hesitance on his part would have had consequences. That croc cock was absolutely juicy with intense flavour dotted all over its sleek surface. Precum was already trailing down its glossy surface, and the deer went ahead and lapped it up, even if it was enough to make his tongue go numb just swallowing all that masculine reptile flavour at once. His eyes continued watering, and his saliva flowed freely, painting darker streaks along the skin of Xerxes' fat cock. It must have been half as wide as it was long, gifted with absolute treetrunk girth that put Cherno's own to absolute shame.

"Gimme some of that," Lucifer insisted, jabbing his dick towards the deer's face.

He ended up clubbing Cherno on the cheek with it, turning his head in the opposite direction. Then the wolf grabbed at him, tugging on his ear until he lavished some equal attention over the ebony-coloured tower that throbbed for him. A drag of his soft blue tongue from the pre-slick canine tip, all the way down that veiny shaft until he got to that tennis ball knot. He worked all around it, and dipped under it too, getting his tongue inside that thick sheath in the process, lapping out some of the most concentrated of wolf flavours he could get.

"Fucking drooling for it," came the wolf's snarl. "You love the smell of real men, huh? Get down and show us how much you do."

A sudden yank of the antlers put Cherno exactly where they wanted him. They were such convenient handles for manipulating him. He had no choice but to flop over the side of the bed and take a distressing fall on his face, barely managing to get his hands up in time. A scaly hand smacked at his ass while he lay there, half on the bed, face on the floor near their feet. It didn't take them long to start assailing him with those heavy paws, whether furred or scaled. He got some smooth wolf pads rubbed along his cheek, then a much rougher croc sole scratching along his skin, smearing him up with foot sweat while he remained in that vulnerable position, spankable ass pointed up.

"You look like the kind of bitch who's licked plenty of feet before," Xerxes taunted, then shoved one of those thick toes at Cherno's lips. "Make sure to get up in between everything. Get that real raunchy stuff on your tongue."

More than anything, Cherno wanted a break just to breathe a while, to crack open a window and suck down some cool night air so he could think straight again. Instead, he found himself licking a huge croc between the toes, sweeping up as much sweat as he could get from between those heavy digits. He even swallowed some of it, feeling as if he was staining his throat all the way down with the heavy reptile's essence. His tongue was getting numb, but plenty of that flavour still punched through the daze, assaulting his senses with every slobbery slurp he offered to the beast of a croc above him.

There were plenty of scales to clean between, but just as urgent were the dark black pads of a big wolf paw pressing against his face. He turned to offer his faux adoration to that foot as well, getting his mouth full of wolf while he licked between those long-clawed toes. Just to brace himself, he ended up clinging to the wolf's ankle in the process of reluctantly worshipping him, working in silence until another hard smack on his rump made him cry out. Either the croc didn't know his own strength, or he was trying to bruise that tender butt with his meaty open-palmed slaps.

He was gasping for air by the time they finally hefted him back up onto the bed. They shoved him onto his back again and left him there, gasping, basted in sweat, sucking down a little more of their collective musk with every huff. He was going to smell like them for a while. It was sinking into his skin. He had their manly scent in his fur, his hair, embedded deeply into his tongue, his senses, his thoughts. And by the way they were looking at him, flashing toothy grins, stroking at their pre-soaked dicks, they were just getting started with him. Luc nodded to the croc quickly and muttered something just loud enough for Cherno to hear too.

"Hold his arms a sec. I wanna make a throne of that pretty face."

"All hail King Lucy," the croc teased, moving to the side of the bed.

It was hardly necessary to restrain him. Cherno wasn't going anywhere. He was weakened, shaken by their treatment, by their intimidating auras, by their hot musk. Nonetheless, Xerxes took him by the wrists, kept his hands above his head, and left him completely vulnerable while the hefty wolf crawled across the bed and turned his lifted tail towards that slender muzzle. The deer got a brief glimpse of that fat ass before he found himself engulfed, utterly buried between the wolf's cheeks, nose stuffed to the base of that tail while his lips kissed against a sweaty hole.

Cherno resisted at first. He tried to turn his head away, tried to slip out from under all that weight so he could breathe, but no matter how much he squirmed, he remained smothered. Lucifer just got rougher with him in response. He pressed himself down, putting all that weight onto the deer's face, sinking his head deep into the bed in the process of smothering him. A few bounces encourgaed Cherno to do more than just passively take it. As did a throaty growl.

"Ah, c'mon. Get in there. Love feelin' that tongue before I fuck ya," the wolf urged.

"My boy's got a perfect ass. You fuckin love it," Xerxes told Cherno, like a threat.

"I know you do. Gotta rut this dumb bitch's brains out before people start thinking I'm a bottom," Luc flirted, winking at the croc.

It was starting to become apparent to Cherno that if he didn't comply, he might very well have ended up suffocating down there. Luc wasn't giving him an inch, trapping him under that sweaty rump, hotboxing him in wolf musk. He was just going to have to start tentatively licking. A few light strokes of his tongue along the flesh of that ring wasn't nearly enough, of course. The wolf bucked his hips and slammed himself down on Cherno's face, grinding all the harder, trying to get more of a slurp out of him. A little harder, a little faster the deer went, until he was whipping his tongue up and down, slathering up the wolf's hole, worshipping that ass from a deep, helpless smother.

"Ahhh, yeah, there you go. Eat that ass," the wolf panted, tongue hanging out with his steamy, drooly breaths.

He remained there until Cherno's lungs were aching, and then a little longer. It was only when the airless smother started to weaken the deer's licking that he actually pulled himself off, just in time to keep their plaything from passing out before the real fun began. Cherno was left plastered in sweat, his hair tangled and stuck to his head, panting hard, coughing, choking. A slight wheeze escaped him as he desperately attempted to recover himself. The wolf wasn't nearly done yet. He had a dick that needed sucking.

Xerxes didn't have to hold the deer anymore. Not when the wolf had him by those antlers, using those convenient handlebars to mount his face after spinning around. A thick black canine cock jabbed at Cherno's lips while he coughed and gasped. He'd only just begun to catch his breath he got a jaw-stretching mouthful of heavy wolf cock. Lucifer didn't hesitate to bottom out, plunging straight into the deer's open throat until he got a good, shuddering gag from Cherno. The buck struggled, strained, shaking all over as he choked on that dick, but he adjusted in time, settling in his breathing, taking air around that fat cock whenever he could.

"See, knew you were a good little dicksucker," the wolf said with a certain sense of approval. "Let's see you gulp this knot."

Whether it was just a euphemism or literal remained to be seen. Cherno closed his eyes, focusing all his willpower on not choking on the thick wolf dick stuffed straight down his gullet. That worked just fine for Lucifer. He planted a palm on the back of the deer's head and gave a thrust between those pursed deer lips. The buck's throat bulged with the size of that shaft plunging him. He glurked as he raced to swallow all the precum he possibly could to keep it from welling up inside him, and all the while he got that taste rubbed deep into his tongue all the more than it was already. Luc's battering ram knot tapped against the deer's soft lips as he facefucked Cherno harder, deeper. He grunted, he puffed, he growled, making sure to add the occasional snarl so the deer's instincts never quite settled. Every throaty sound was a reminder that he was dealing with a wolf, and his cooperation was the only thing ensuring his safety. That thought made him suck a little harder.

"Ungh, fuck. Boy's latching on. Little vacuum cleaner bitch," Lucifer chuckled, tossing his head back with a splay of his long hair.

"Hell yeah. Spoil my wolf, slut. He deserves it," Xerxes commanded.

With enough work, Cherno even managed to make that wolf moan. It was in contrast to the more aggressive growling and grunting. The wolf's pace wavered for a moment, then doubled up. He slammed the deer's head back into the pillows in the process of plowing straight down his throat, mating that pretty face with smacks of his nuts to Cherno's chin. He never fully got that knot inside the deer's mouth, at least. It smacked against the buck's lips plenty of times, but there was simply no fitting it inside that little muzzle. Luc was just going to have to be satisfied with getting his whole dick sheathed snugly in that warm mouth and throat, bottoming out with a brisk, pumping pace and a snorting snarl of drooling pleasure.

Cherno was ready to tap out, as useless as he knew that would have been. He meekly pawed at the wolf's hips, pushed his palms into that big black belly, but nothing was going to stop Lucifer from dumping a load of cum right down his throat. Fighting off the rising urge to just pass out, Cherno remained a sleeve for the horny lupine, sucking down the juices as they got thicker, hotter. Their flavour soaked deeply into his palate as that cock bulged and flexed, stretching his jaw all the more just from it swelling out with rising lust. The tension made the deer's whole body quiver as he absorbed it all, listening to those wolfish snuffles and snorts amid the gruff growls.

Finally, there came a chainsaw snarl and one more harsh thrust in his face, as if to test whether that knot might fit inside the deer's mouth at the last second. It smacked his lips and bounced back, leaving him with a whole cock nestled on his tastebuds while the wolf's nuts gave a hefty flex and pumped out a fresh load for him to swallow down. It blazed from that slick wolf dick, spurting down into his belly in an instant, overwhelming him with the internal warmth that went along with the taste. No matter how hard he worked to guzzle it in great, throat-bulging glurks, it still welled up, dripping down his chin to splash over his chest and belly. The heat of the wolf's jizz pouring over it reminded him his own dick was fully hard by the time the wolf finished facefucking him.

The slow schlick of cock from those spunk-tarnished lips left a long strand of stretching jizz that finally snapped off as the deer coughed up the excess he couldn't swallow. The sensation of drowning gave him the brief urge to panic, but eventually he found himself gasping some fresh air once more. Air that was tainted by the collective spice of two sweaty hulks, anyway. He made some messy gurgling sounds between shaky breaths, and tried to reach up to wipe some of it off his face. Instead, he got even more smeared across his features when Lucifer yanked him close and used his face for a towel. All the clinging spit and cum on that dick ended up on his fur as he rubbed it over one cheek then the other, as if the buck wasn't already utterly coated in that overtly masculine scent. He coughed once more and fell to his hands and knees when the wolf finally let him go.

"Boy's got a mouth on him. And I don't mean he talks back," the wolf said, a big nasty grin on his face.

"Of course he doesn't. He knows what's good for him." The croc loomed closer and closer, and made Cherno look up at him with nothing more than a single scaly digit tucked under his dripping chin. "Don't you, doeboy?

Cherno didn't say anything. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to anyway. Instead, he found himself eying that immense croc cock with a wary gaze. What was he supposed to even do with that? His expression must have been obvious, because he heard Xerxes chuckle above him.

"Yeah, I know it's big. But you're gonna be a good little whore and suck as much as you can anyway."

"Don't underestimate yourself. Set your mind to it," Lucifer mockingly encouraged, right up to the point he put a paw on the back of the deer's head to shove him face first into that huge dick.

"Keep him right there, yeah. Gonna enjoy this," the croc rumbled, intertwining the fingers of both hands behind his head while he jabbed his cock against Cherno's face.

The sheer amount of pre pouring out of that glossy tip was already enough to resemble a whole cumshot. Cherno couldn't keep himself away. He didn't even get a chance to lick it up before Lucifer just shoved him forward and immersed him in those croc-musked juices. For a moment he felt like he was more likely to end up with his muzzle inside that fat dick than sucking on it, but when he parted his lips at last he found himself getting farther than he thought. That well-wrapped head pressed onto his outstretched tongue, excess skin rolling back to give him a steaming huff of even more potent, concentrated reptile raunch. He choked it down while he curled his head under the slightly squishy head of that otherwise stone-solid crocodile cock.

The croc gave a small reptilian groan of approval. "Gettin there. Girly thing wants to suck my cock so bad ..."

"Of course he does. It tastes good," Lucifer said with a little growl.

Maybe it was an acquired taste. Cherno's senses were already saturated with concentrated crocstink, and the taste was just as potent. Yet some part of him still liked that overpowering flavour, in its own way. He swallowed some saliva and slowly worked his way down over that plump cockhead, his eyes closed the whole time. Sucking on that monster was going to take concentration. At least Xerxes wasn't thrusting yet. The big reptile was content to just stand tall and let the deer slowly schlurp his way down that glossy spire. It hurt his jaw and almost instantly made him gag when it touched the back of his throat, but Cherno was making progress nonetheless.

He was swimming in the steaming essence of that thick-scaled beast, inching his way down that hefty cock no matter how ridiculous a feat it seemed. Another dab at the back of his throat made him gag less, at least. Tears streamed from his eyes not out of despair, but out of the sheer effort. Not to mention the haze of musk wafting over everything, invading his mind, clinging to every last inch of his naked fur. Another push, and he somehow started swallowing that monstrous thing. It made for a massive outline in his throat. It stretched him to his limits. He was one good choke away from simply passing out, but somehow he endured, maybe out of pride, maybe out of fear. Xerxes didn't make it easy for him.

At least he was gentle, by his standards anyway. Even a slow bob of those huge scaly hips was brutal enough. Some truly exceptional noises escaped him as he worked, all schlurk and glurk as he struggled to swallow a little more, a little more. He was guzzling prejizz by then. It wasn't even spurting so much as it was just constantly leaking out, pouring down his throat, coating the inside of his gullet while it filled his belly. He was already sloshing with the wolf's load. That was stuffing enough. He could only imagine what the croc could do to him.

"Halfway. Not bad, slut. But I think you can do better. Hold him firm, Luc. I'm gonna fuck that pretty face."

That was all just an intro. Getting that dick nestled inside him was a start, but once the croc actually started bucking, actually started slamming the first half of that spit-soaked cock down his throat, he was nothing more than a little vessel for all the juices pouring out of that meaty croc cock. He quivered, he strained, he gave some whimpers that were too muffled to be heard over the gluck of his forceful swallows every time he got that dick jammed in his mouth, again and again. By that point he wasn't even sure the last time he'd breathed. It didn't matter. His mind was in another place, ignoring the needs of his body while he served as Xerxes' personal cocksleeve, swallowing everything he was given, no matter how close he got to totally blanking out.

The swinging jiggle of those absolutely colossal nuts flung sweat from their surface to splash on the deer's chest. That dick bulge worked all the way down near his belly, rearranging his insides in ways he didn't want to imagine. He didn't have much of an imagination left anyway. Not with that throat-swabbing cock crammed inside him, thumping, slipping, sliding, shoving inside him at an increasingly frantic pace. A powerful SNAP of the croc's destructive jaws above him hurt his ears. Then there came those steady rumbles, those rising bellows that were more felt than heard, shaking the whole room with the potent bass of the reptile's inner voice.

"Fucking swallow that meat, bitch. Guzzle my fuckin' cum ..."

Xerxes trailed off to instead break into a heavy rumble-growl, a mix of croc noise and just pure yelling. He gnashed his teeth, he snapped his jaws again, making Cherno flinch. Desperately swallowing those juices, the deer knew he wasn't remotely ready for the impending cumshot. He reached up to fondle at those scaly thighs, but he wasn't going anywhere. The wolf kept him impaled on his partner's cock, guzzling and gulping, stretching his throat around that meaty spire, working his lips, his tongue, going numb all over as black tendrils crept in around the corners of his consciousness. In the mist of his mind, he managed one clear thought just as the croc's nuts seized up tight and he bellowed his way to orgasm - he wasn't going to last much longer.

Then all got blotted out under the explosion of cum that shot straight to the bottom of his belly in an instant. He felt himself filling, bloating, stretching out until he was rounded out and gravid with the load of croc spunk overflowing up his throat. Swallowing it all quickly proved a futile pursuit. It welled up to fountain from his lips, squirting out in jets around that deeply-wedged dick. It even got into his nose, assaulting his sense of smell as if to completely burn it out. He was a geyser of croc jizz while Xerxes emptied his fat nuts right down his throat. Drowning in it was starting to feel like a distinct possibility, even once the croc finally yanked out and let the rest rain down over the devastated deer's face.

The shower over his gaping mouth soaked him to the point of wiping out his features for a time, blanketing him in steaming cream. It splattered him right in the face then splashed and poured down his shoulders, his sides, his thighs. His hair was matted like a dirty mop, inundated with jizz. He soaked in it, sweltering, feeling it soaking down into his pelt, his sheets below. The whole room stank of croc spunk, and he was absolutely drenched as he hacked and coughed his way back to stability. As if he could ever truly catch his breath again after that. He gagged on some of the excess in his throat, clutching at it, clawing for air for a time. Steam rose high from his body, clouding the windows, layering the walls with dripping humidity.

Only when he took a deep swallow and gasped his way back to the surface did his silhouette even become apparent again. Xerxes pulled him up from the mess with one hand and let him dangle from his arm a while, drooling, eyes-crossed, mouth hanging open as cum streamed from his body. The croc put on a shameless grin.

"Oops. Creamed him good. You still want him?"

A careless toss left Cherno splurching back to his ruined bed, splayed out in the cum puddle like he was going to make a lewd snow angel. Lucifer gave a chuckle.

"Your jizz has never stopped me before. Gimme that. I wanna fuck him under that pretty little tail."

"Heh. Guess wolves go a little crazy for deers too, huh?"

The wolf nodded.. "It's in my nature. I'm born and bred to knot this tight fuckin' ass."

Cherno had neither the strength nor the leverage to get up. He kept slipping in croc spunk, coughing a little more of it up now and then. He was all but immersed in it by the time the wolf got on top of him. Lucifer didn't stand on ceremony. He lazily laid himself across the deer's back, his hot breath painting the back of Cherno's neck with extra humidity. Then there came his teeth, nibbling at first, then gnawing, biting up and down his shoulders, the side of his neck, even on his cum-streaked cheeks. Sometimes those fangs dug deep enough to pierce his skin, drawing the smallest trace of blood and adding spikes of sharp pain to break him from the dull numbness overtaking his body.

As overstimulated as he might have been, he definitely felt that cock. It jabbed right into the fluff of his tail, well off target at first. Lucifer didn't let that dissuade him. He humped the small of Cherno's back a few times, gradually working down until he could grind on those girly cheeks. Those smacks still stung, leaving him bruised, tender to the touch while the wolf dominated him. A few good thumps brought a bleat from him, but it was nothing compared to the squeaky little yelp that escaped him when he took that dick under the tail. The wolf's lubed up dick slid in smoothly, but it still stretched the squirming buck as he sank those girthy inches deep within that sore butt.

Lucifer kept shoving, grunting out, giving a wolfish snort in Cherno's ear until he bottomed out with his knot tapping that clenching rim. As much as he was being violated, the deer's body still did strange things in response to getting stuffed full of fat wolf dick. He squeezed on it, flexed tight, kneaded it inside him while his own cock grew to full size. It was pinned between the bed and his cum-laden belly, sliding back and forth through the pool of spunk beneath him as the wolf started rutting him. There was nothing affectionate about the way he thumped down hard into that tight ass, loosening the buck up a little more the longer he harshly, selfishly fucked him.

The bed squeaked to the point of groaning as that powerful canine rammed his knot against his backdoor. This time it didn't feel impossible to get it inside. That fat bulb pressed against the deer's meek resistance, stretching him a little more with every single pounding thrust. Lucifer's gut squished against the deer's back as he laid his sweaty, leather-scented self over his toy, completely blanketing the buck in hot black wolf. Cherno was swimming in canine scent while he got his ass used for a cocksleeve, his arms completely pinned down beneath all that dark-furred bulk, falling asleep from the sheer weight on top of him.

All the while, the wolf fucked him hard, rutting him, spanking him, slapping his sore cheeks with a pair of fat nuts. Not as big as the croc's maybe, but still plenty plump, adding a harsh slap to every bed-sagging thump. The frame was giving out from the sheer ferocity of the wolf's rut. And all the while, the deer's body was giving in. It wasn't just that he'd stopped squirming, knowing he couldn't possibly power out of that situation. He was losing himself to the rising tension of pleasure, of orgasm rising up hot and intense, flowing through his veins, contracting his muscles all over, making him squeeze down on that wolf dick like he wanted to milk it for every drop it could give him. After enough ramming, grinding, blunt force applied to that flexing hole, that knot finally found its home.

Slipping smoothly through the last of his resistance, Luc finally tied with that girly ass in a single juicy POP, slurping smoothly inside and leaving him utterly jampacked with knotty wolf cock. The deer cried out, losing his usual voice in favour of buckish sounds, bleated wails of distress and shock. Yet for all the intensity of getting his ass gaped by that fat knot, it didn't stop him from launching into a rapid, machine-gun pumping, flexing squeeze on Lucifer's dick. That knot forced him to cum. It blasted out of him without warning, without even a moment to enjoy the peak before it all came pouring out. The wolf fucked it out of him, grinding harshly, building to a potent snarl that rumbled Cherno's skull. One more harsh bite muffled his howl as he bottomed out in that broken boy's butt at last.

Cherno was oversensitive, overstimulated as he got rocked and shaken by the orgasmic throes of the wolf's bulky body. Lucifer bucked hard, slamming his knot back and forth while he jizzed inside the deer's soft ass. The heat was enough to make him sweat more than he was already, leaving the deer panting when he wasn't just drooling on the bed. He groaned as Luc unloaded inside him, filling that belly hotter, fuller, stretching it taut with all the cum he was wearing like the good little broken deer condom he was. The wolf held himself inside a while longer, shooting a few more spurts in that ass, then he just started yanking back without warning.

That brought an alarmed bleat from the deer's lips as his tender ass endured the sudden pressure of that fat bulb slowly slipping out of him. He whimpered and involuntarily clamped down, earning himself a harsh smack on the back of the head.

"Stop fuckin' squeezing on it, slut. You don't get to keep it."

Xerxes just gave a deep little laugh. "Poor bottom bitch doesn't wanna let you go. Look how hard he came. Hands-free, too."

"Heh. Little hair-trigger. Probably gets himself off thinking about this kind of thing."

"Just waitin' for some big boys to come take him like the needy whore he is."

Lucifer had no further comment. He just snarled in Cherno's ear, earning a flinch from the deer, then harshly pulled back until there came that schliiiicking slurp of popping his knot free. He left that blue hole sore and gaped, leaking wolf jizz down the buck's taint and balls. Cherno could barely even whimper anymore. His arms were completely numb, but he still managed to lift them and reach up to the top of the bedframe, slowly dragging himself away. He laid there slathered in sweat and spit and spunk, some of it his, most of it not. As much as he thought he couldn't possibly take anymore, he knew it wasn't over.

"Yeah, look at that ruined ass. Loosened him up nicely for me, Luc," the croc mused as he reached down to squeeze one of those sore deer cheeks, pulling it to one side to fully expose that stretched blue hole. "Think he's up to the challenge?"

"Fuck no," the puffing wolf said. "You'll kill that little runt."

Something flashed in the croc's eyes upon hearing that. His constant grin grew broader, his voice deeper, rumbling like a swampy purr. "Maybe I will."

A grip on Cherno's shoulder turned him over with ease. Xerxes loomed over the broken deer and rubbed his huge dick, slowly stroking his scaly hand up and down that shining shaft.

"You wanna make a little bet, deer boy?"

Of course Cherno didn't. He wanted to have an hour-long shower. And maybe an ambulance. That didn't stop the croc from going on, in his lowest, most threatening voice, bending down just so he could speak right in the deer's face.

"You take this dick down to the ring, and we'll let you go. And if you tell me to stop ... " He paused to click his jaws together a few times. "If you lose, I'm gonna fucking eat you."

The elevated sense of fight or flight had never truly gone away throughout the whole encounter, but it was at that moment that Cherno experienced terror, perhaps for the first time in his short life. He knew in his heart that Xerxes absolutely meant it. He was big enough to do it. And heavy enough he'd probably eaten plenty of people alive already. Maybe they were a regular part of his diet, just to maintain such a figure.

Of course, the alternative didn't sound much better. The ring Xerxes referred to was all the way at the base of his giant cock. How was Cherno supposed to go all the way down on that? Just sucking half of it was almost enough to choke him out. He flinched away from every touch, slowly inching towards the edge of the bed as if pitching himself onto the floor might have been the escape he sought. He didn't get far before the croc took him by the wrist and pulled him close.

"You ready, you little jizzrag? I'm gonna ruin you."

Cherno was outright trembling by the time the croc swept him up from the bed and barrelled him into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster. He found himself pinned with his hooves up over his head, folded in half as the croc squished his fat gut against that slender buck body. There was already a gurgle from behind the scales to hint at his hunger. By the blazing look in his lava-like eyes, Xerxes wanted the deer to fail. He was hungry. But he was horny too, and that knot had at least loosened Cherno up for the deep fuck to come, even if it still seemed impossible.

The first prod of that glossy, juice-streaked tip to his stretched rim was nothing more than a dull deflection off the surface of that blue inner flesh. Cherno shook his head at first, only to halt himself when he remembered what was at stake. He had to try. Doing his best to relax even while his heart was pounding, he laid his head back and breathed deeply with his eyes closed. Of course, that just left him swallowing an overdose of steamy croc musk, which only served to make his head all the more empty. Maybe it was for the best that way. He didn't need his imagination working overtime picturing what those teeth could do to him.

The second attempt found its mark. Xerxes pushed that uncut head inside, rolling the skin back in the process of penetrating the girly buck. Cherno just looked down to watch his belly expanding with the outline of the fat cock tunnelling into his backside, bulging him out with the sheer size of it. It was a mix of awe and horror to see his body stretching like that. He wasn't supposed to take that much dick at once, but somehow he accommodated it, at least until he got halfway down that massive spire. That was when he really started to feel the strain. He squirmed, he whimpered, but he was pinned firmly in place, squished between the wall and the bulky croc, bracing for the thrusts to come.

He hadn't failed yet. A little fucking with that titan cock was enough to loosen him up a little more, a little more each time. He couldn't feel his legs, but he definitely felt every single slick plunge of that cum-coated croc cock deep into his backside. It slipped in and out of him, pulling that enormous outline back and forth, sheathing deep and then leaving him achingly vacant with every backstroke. Some part of him enjoyed it, but his cock was half-hard at most, swinging back and forth with those building-shaking thrusts. He was pretty sure the whole foundation was going to come apart as the croc fucked him hard enough to rattle the windows and lights above. Maybe someone would hear the ruckus and come investigate, he vaguely thought while he got hammered by the sweaty reptile. Not that much could have stopped that beefy pair.

After mating that stretched hole with deep-drilling, thudding, nut-slapping thrusts for a minute straight, Xerxes paused on his downstroke to just start shoving. He wanted it more intense. Cherno was mostly numb to any pain he might have been experiencing, but he certainly felt himself stretching, expanding around that meaty girth, going well past his assumed limits, maybe to never fully tighten up properly again. The sweat-soaked croc huffed and grunted his steamy breath in the deer's face like he was a dragon, digging in, clawing him as he clutched him, hammering him again and again until that dick threatened to go all the way through the breaking deer. Or so it felt, at least.

He was three quarters down that enormous cock when he really started feeling it. An absolute limit beyond his usual, he knew if he went any farther there was no going back. He was going to be the croc's stretched-out slut for life, broken wide open, ruined for anyone smaller. Xerxes wasn't slowing down. He snorted like a bull while he pumped and rammed his dick inside the deer. Lucifer watched with a grin, maybe even an impressed expression on his face. Cherno had come so far, but the strain was starting to push through the numbness, starting to ache and sting to the point he couldn't take it much longer. The temptation to give up and beg for mercy was there hanging over his head at every moment, but he was so close, only a few more inches from the fat base of the croc's cock, getting fucked, rutted raw by the sheer power of the crocodile breaking him in half.

***

That was when he firmly decided he wasn't going to tap out, no matter how hard it was to take it. He just hoped he'd survive that reptilian brutality ramming that rod deep into his backside, hammering deep, stretching his belly as much as his insides. His arms flopped down by his sides, his eyes went glazed, his jaw fell slack. For a time, it looked like he'd simply been fucked to death. That was still on the table. His body felt like it was shutting down, or maybe he was simply ascending. There was pleasure, too. It was a little spark at first amid the constant bashing and slapping of his soft body to those scales, but it grew and grew to a bright blaze within him as Xerxes lunged forth to finish burying himself inside the buck at last.

"Holllly fuck, look at that little bitch go!" Lucifer whooped as Xerxes bottomed out in that curvy butt.

The croc was beyond words. He was all bellows and grunts, gnashing his teeth, drooling as he fucked the deer like an animal. It was enough to dent the wall with the constant battering of his slender body against it. He was witless, thoughtless, a vacant husk of a cocksleeve who lived only for sensation, fucked stupid and ready to take the full load in those taut croc nuts. Those swinging hangers slapped that buck ass over and over as the croc went all the way to his metal ring, grinding his whole cock within the deer until his unrelenting pace finally took its first pause. A twitch, a grunt, and then some much shorter, frantic thrusts went along with the rising crocodilian roar that rang in Cherno's ears.

It was a violent, spasming, convulsing orgasm they shared. Cherno's cock wasn't even fully solid, but it was hard enough to spurt for the brutal croc as Xerxes finished off within his bleating little condom. His dick bulged with the sheer volume of spunk pumping up through his glossy shaft. Cherno felt the fat head of the croc's dick flexing inside him. He saw it too, outlined in his belly before all went indistinct from the sheer bloating the eruption of lava-hot crocodile cum that followed. Xerxes pumped him full, leaning forward to plant a palm on the wall, bracing himself through the twitching finale that left the buck so stuffed he could taste the cum working its way up his throat. There just wasn't any more room.

He coughed and choked as the croc finished his vicious fuck, trickling to a creamy close with hot streams pouring down his nuts like rivers unto themselves. There was already a puddle of sweat and jizz on the floor before he even pulled out. When he finally did, slowly unsheathing his cock from the ruined deer, the buck served as a waterfall, jetting out the excess cum, then dripping constantly from the sore cavern of a gape he had beneath his fluffy tail. Xerxes clutched him a little longer, then just turned to unceremoniously drop him on his own bed. That was the last straw for one of the bed's legs. It cracked and left it lopsided beneath the sprawled out deer who writhed atop it.

Cracking his neck to one side and then the other, then his knuckles, Xerxes finally gave a slow nod of approval.

"Not bad," came his simple proclamation.

"Seems a shame to just leave him here," Lucifer said, standing over the deer. "Not like we have to let him go just cuz we said."

"Yeah? What you got in mind?" Xerxes moved to gather up his clothes, barely paying any mind to the deer he'd ruined.

"We got some good stuff to try on him. Bet the boss will let us borrow a little of that recent shipment."

That gave Xerxes pause. There came that big, scary grin again, along with a throaty sound.

"Oh yeah. I like that. Make him our brainless little bimbo buck."

"You're coming with us, doe," Lucifer declared, scooping an arm around the cum-splattered deer, throwing him up over his shoulder.

Cherno trailed cum all the way, leaving a clear path from his bedroom to the broken door. He got tossed into the back of a van and blacked out from there. Some part of him never truly woke up again. He might have been conscious, but he was never quite there anymore, in the weeks to come. Not when he had two studs fucking him and smothering him in their heavy musk anytime they liked, slipping him little doses of something sweet that made him feel softer, feel thicker from the waist down and all the more thoughtless. He was no longer sure how much time was going by.

It was only when he saw himself in the mirror some months later that he truly understood what they were doing to him, for the briefest moment. A nice pair of plump blue lips, a chest gone so soft he'd started developing a pair of tits, and his dick was barely even there anymore. Just a limp little nub, a cute little boi-clit that still spurted when they fucked his ass. They'd at least allowed him to keep his antlers, like a tribute to the buck he'd once been, but he was their stupid little doe slut now. And he in his mostly blank, simple brain, he couldn't find a single thing to complain about. He loved being their dumb little bimbo, thinking of nothing but how to serve and please her masters, dressing up in the girly clothes they bought him and showing off whenever they wanted. One command and he lifted that little tail, ready for another round with the only cocks that would ever satisfy him again.

***

No, he couldn't, he wouldn't take it anymore. He had to stop. Though he was hardly in any position to properly squirm, he managed a sudden, sharp shriek of desperation in a piercing, shaken voice.

"Stop, please! I can't ... I can't ... you're going to kill me ..."

To his surprise, Xerxes slowed his pace almost immediately. He still gave a few more humps, but those could have been seen as simply coasting on his own momentum. Cherno felt like he was seconds away from getting fucked to death, but that hardly brought him any comfort. A glance up revealed even through his blurred vision just how pleased the croc looked with the turn of events, with that fearsome grin seemingly overtaking his entire face. He spoke slowly, rumbling so much Cherno could only barely make out each word.

"You know what happens now."

It wasn't a question. Cherno shook his head, shrinking back against the dented wall, trying, trembling too much to say anything. He watched those jaws parting before him, those thick strands of saliva stretching and snapping, splashing spit in his face. Xerxes added a little ahhh to it for effect. The deer was completely frozen, utterly seized with fright in the moment that mattered most. He was pretty sure crocs had the strongest jaws in the whole damn world. One bite would have been enough. Xerxes hesitated, hesitated, and then there came the SNAP.

Cherno didn't feel a thing, but he heard it. There came a huge, terrifying CRUNCH as those teeth bit down on him. He screwed his eyes shut and flinched for several seconds straight, wondering when oblivion would come. Surely he'd just lost his head in a single bite. Yet he was still alive, still thinking, long past the point he expected. Only after a good while did he finally open his eyes to peek at the croc. He was light-headed, and his head felt lighter too. The reason for that was clear when he finally got a good look at what Xerxes had bitten off.

Those antlers were nothing more than nubs on top of his head after that bite. Somehow, the croc had taken them clean off without actually harming him. They were completely without sensation, but Cherno still cringed just watching those crooked jaws working them over. Xerxes opened wide, then mashed down on them, breaking them up into splinters that tumbled down his scaly chest and gut like crumbs. He chewed them up right in front of the deer in an imposing display of bite force, producing some deafening crackles and crunches until they were little more than dust. Then he swallowed.

That it could have been the rest of him getting that treatment was apparent in Cherno's mind. But maybe that was it. Maybe it was all just to scare him. The croc still had his cock inside him, was still twitching hard, but he seemed calmed for the moment. That dormant gaze brought minimal comfort, but it was comfort nonetheless. He allowed himself to take a breath again. The sweat and cum slowly dripped from his fur, and for a few lingering moments they felt like the only sound in the entire room. At least until Xerxes shifted his grip, grabbing the buck's tender ass with both hands, and simply shoved him up to meet those jaws face first.

Cherno barely got a bleat out before his face smacked down atop the croc's tongue, immersing him in that drooly cavern and the humid breath of the worked up reptile. Eating was getting him even more excited. He still hadn't managed to cum, but he didn't bother fucking the little deer anymore, instead firmly wrenching his cock out of that girly butt and stuffing his meal away, chomp by chomp. He bit, but those teeth didn't do any real damage. He was simply kneading and tenderizing his prey as he forced the deer's head over the crest, tilting his cute little muzzle down into his throat.

He was hardly even gulping the deer down, focusing instead on just forcing him inside that wet maw before the buck's panic response could properly kick in. Eventually Cherno came upon the realization that he was being eaten alive, and reacted accordingly. That meant a mad, scrambling struggle with the hungry reptile, kicking his hooves into the wall and that thick grey tan gut. His blows bounced off that natural armour, and his wriggles did nothing to break him free from the tight, bruising grip on his backside. Xerxes gobbled and deeply rumbled around his foot, tilting his powerful jaws towards the ceiling so he could start properly shaking his meal down that fat, bulging neck.

Every toss of his jaws tossed the deer's flailing legs around. Now and then the croc lightly chomped just to steady that squirmy morsel, and then it was back to sending him down with the help of gravity. Cherno plummeted, sliding smoothly along the slippery walls of Xerxes' gullet. He got his arms pinned to his side once they skated over the edges of those deadly teeth. All that was left was to wiggle side to side as the croc devoured. There was nothing caring about it. Xerxes didn't savour his meal, barely even stopped to taste him on the way down. It was all about putting that cute deer inside him as quickly as he could, shoving, shaking, jamming him in there even when it meant bending him in ways that brought some muffled cries of complaint out of him, deep behind the layers of that scaled gut.

The croc's fat belly gave a mighty sag and then bounced up and down a few times when the deer smacked wetly to the bottom. Another toss of his head, and Xerxes tucked those hooves away with one last wet ullp. He loudly snapped his jaws shut with an air of finality, then broke into a sinister grin. A few hard pats on the vague outline of the buck trapped inside his stomach made his pudge jiggle. Then there came the grumbles and gurgles of impending digestion, already stirring up in response to the presence of all that meat. Cherno found himself getting slowly coated in juices that trickled in a little at a time, tingling or itching his skin wherever he got smeared up in the caustic-smelling stuff.

From patting to outright making a fist and thumping himself in the chest, Xerxes worked up a great volcanic eruption of a belch. He bellowed it out along with a mist of spit, blasting the powerful sound through the air as if making a statement. Its meaning was clear. That deer was eaten, swallowed whole, and he wasn't going to get away from the croc's natural digestive processes. That belly just got louder the longer the buck lingered inside, desperately struggling, shoving, kicking, trying to keep the walls from closing in while he got coated in the juices of his own unmaking. They were already starting to sting enough to make him whimper.

"Uhhhngh, fuck. Feels so fuckin good every time," the croc groaned, almost snarling. "Get on my dick now, I'm gonna explode ..."

He whirled with a great swing of his thick tail and a sway of his struggling gut-bulge. The wolf gave a playful growl as he was swept up by his big scaly boyfriend. They settled down on the bed together, face to face, the wolf seated comfortably on the croc's cock and slowly wiggling down to sit in his lap. He could take it better than Cherno ever could. Though he still gave the occasional gasp, the occasional jolt or shudder as he took that fat shaft deep under his curled tail. For all the bulk of that big black wolf, he looked so very small in the croc's clutches, taking that dick to the root until he could bounce on top those big fat nuts and help milk his boyfriend's dick.

"Ohhh, yeah, fuck me Xerxy ..." the wolf huffed, suppressing a submissive whimper.

"Put your ..." the croc started, gnashing his teeth like he was going to go berserk at any moment. "Put your hands on my gut. Squeeze that fuckin' deer while he dies and turns to fat."

Lucifer did more than that. Not only did he start kneading and massaging the bulge of deer to help ensure ease of digestion, he planted his knotted dick right up against the outlined curves of the girly buck. Humping away while the gurgles really started, he didn't let a little screaming kill his mood. It was barely audible over the heavy churning and the constant smack smack smack of his ass down on the croc's huge nuts. They groaned and snarled together, but Xerxes overpowered most other sounds with the sheer force of his rumbling. Cherno almost couldn't hear himself wailing in pain.

There was nothing left to do but panic to the very last. The acids worked fast. They were unnaturally nasty to him, searing deep into his body while he writhed inside the reptile, half-immersed in the damning cocktail of digestive juices that melted him a little more with every slosh. He beat his fists against the walls, he kicked, he used every last bit of air he could to scream himself hoarse as the most painful part of the process worked through him, but none of it changed his fate. There was nothing gentle about being digested alive. He felt every horrific detail happening to his pretty little body, soaking into his skin, getting at his most sensitive places, ruining his fur and skin alike. And all the while, those two big brutes fucked and moaned, sweating all over each other while the wolf rubbed his dick on the suffering deer.

"Don't stop struggling yet, bitch ..." the wolf growled.

The croc snapped his jaws again, pointing them well away from Luc. "Fightin' like he thinks he's gonna get away. You're food, you dumb slut."

A harsh clench of those belly walls revealed just how much those acids had weakened Cherno. His body got mashed up with a terrible crnnch, starting to come apart around the seams, to bend and twist in ways he wasn't supposed to. He was nearly destroyed, barely clinging to consciousness and life alike. His struggles slowed, his screams went silent. The meat melted from his bones until he was left harshly rasping through a nearly skeletal mouth. The pace outside proved increasingly frantic, humping, grinding, fucking hard while they celebrated their indulgent triumph together. It was hard to say who was more turned on by the deer's impending demise. Lucifer got off just as hard on watching Xerxes eat as the croc did on it himself. But when Cherno finally crossed the line, finally lost his grip on existence and fell to dull, lifeless twitching with one long lingering sigh of death, he made them both cum.

They wrapped each other up in an embrace that was either affectionate or violent or both, looking like they were wrestling with one another while they rocked to a mutual peak. All that pent-up excitement meant those fat croc nuts went off even harder than before. The wolf got his gut stuffed with the excess jizz pumping out of Xerxes' sack, and he laid a heavy cumshot of his own all over that deer-filled belly, painting the increasingly vague outline of girly deer in fresh canine cum while the details simmered down and sizzled out of sight behind the fat and scales. They humped and rubbed and squeezed each other until they finally settled into a steaming haze of an afterglow with a hiss and groan respectively.

Panting, they remained like that a while longer, soaking in each other's scents, in those juices. Lucifer finally reached down to nudge at the croc's belly, just to see if he could still recognize any details of the digesting deer. There were a few solid pieces, but Cherno wasn't himself anymore. He was a melted meal, some thick chyme getting drained into the crocodile's intestines, slurped away to be added to the reptile's massive bulk. Xerxes finally pulled the wolf off his cock, leaving him utterly fountaining excess cum from under his tail. For the big strong bad guy, Lucifer whimpered a little like a bitch himself when the croc got his hands on him. Of course, Cherno wasn't around to hear any of that.

"God, you're so good at that ..." Luc grunted out.

"Couldn't do it without you. You're my bitch-breakuing muse," the croc joked. "Muse? Did I use that right?"

"Yeah!" Lucifer grinned broadly. "Good memory."

"Love ya, partner in crime."

"Love ya too, you big voracious monster."

"What's that mean?"

"Hungry."

"Heh. Well, not anymore."

They held each other like that for a time, squeezing, nuzzling, sometimes smooching or licking each other here and there. It was just a little idle affection while they soaked in each other's presence. None of it acknowledged that someone was dead as a result of their mutual fun. It was just something they did together as the bad guy couple they were.

"Guess we better get back to work," the wolf finally said, still hotly huffing.

"Little rest first. Wanna drop the bitch off before we go get heavy on someone."

Lucifer just chuckled and pushed his naked self up alongside the croc's body, throwing an arm over him. They snuggled in for a little nap, sweating and stinking of masculine scents together, coated in cum but hardly giving a damn. They didn't have to be presentable for the kind of work they were out there doing that night. While they rested, Xerxes' belly loudly churned away. It might have been enough to keep an ordinary person from sleeping, but they were both plenty used to it. It wasn't the first post-fuck nap they'd had together while the croc digested someone he just murdered in his gut. Cherno was one of the better ones, though.

It was barely over an hour, ninety minutes at most that the croc laid back on the deer's broken bed, digesting all that fresh meat, before he woke up again. A huff and he lifted his head sharply, then moved carefully to remove the wolf's arm from atop his prey-fattened gut without waking him up. Lucifer gave a little snort awake anyway, blinking at the croc, giving him a little grin. He knew what was next, and he didn't need to be there for it. Xerxes lumbered up from the lopsided bed and hauled himself off to find the bathroom, though not before sparing himself a glance in the mirror standing in the corner of the former deer's room.

A heft of his slightly softened belly revealed some satisfying layers of extra pudge jiggling around. A double-armed flex left him wondering if he had some extra thickness to his biceps too, but he wasn't sure. Either way, Cherno looked good on him. But he wasn't going to look good in a few more seconds. Xerxes found himself in a bathroom he could barely fit inside, with the only option a toilet that was decidedly not equipped for someone of his size. Especially not after eating an entire person. Not that he cared much about ruining the place.

Sitting himself down, he could already feel the porcelain throne straining to support his weight. It was just going to have to hold while he pulled his fat tail up and started squeezing. A little grunt wasn't a sound of strain, but of admitted pleasure. He enjoyed shitting out cute things. Knowing that something so pretty was something filthy to be dumped out and flushed away was no small part of the satisfaction of eating people. He thought about the way the deer struggled, the sound of his dying screams, of those last twitches, and he found his cock stirring just reminiscing on the poor little bitch piling up in the bowl below as a pile of croc shit and splintered bones.

The process had been so fast that it wasn't perfectly efficient. There were a few good bones still intact on the way out, embedded deep in the earthy waste. A rib, maybe part of a femur, and one of those short little deer fangs was the start of it, and later there came a little extra squeezing and grunting to get that softened skull out of the croc's asshole. It plopped down on the pile along with the rest, hollow and packed with shit, locked in a perpetual scream as if reflecting upon its owners painful final moments.

The bowl was starting to overflow despite intermittent flushing, but Xerxes was almost done. He pushed out a few last chalky chunks, laden with powdered bone, then reached for a fistful of paper to use and toss on top. Seeing the mess he'd made, he didn't bother trying to flush again. Instead, he raised his voice to call the wolf.

"Hey, come here. Come see him."

Maybe it was an odd sort of pride at seeing what he'd done to the cute deer. Maybe he was just still horny. Either way, he greeted Luc with his cock hard and a mound of former buck steaming in the toilet. The wolf just grinned and reached for that dick. They stood over the remains of the deer and just started jerking each other off. They weren't really into the sight of it so much as what it represented. One deer, fucked, ruined, broken, devoured, and shat out for their pleasure. Rubbing each other off one last time over all that was left of him was just one last way to completely, utterly own him.

"Bitch felt good coming out," Xerxes grunted while he stroked his scaly palm up and against the wolf's knot.

"Bet he did. Little jealous. But I love watching you eat."

"Unnh. Maybe the next one. And you love watching me do anything."

"It's true. Nnf, gonna fucking jizz on that dumb dead slut ..."

"Fuck yeah."

They were so synced up that they blew within seconds of each other. Looming over the filth that used to be Cherno, they laid two hot loads of cum all over that mountain, letting it trickle down the sides of the great coiled mess, coating his dirty skull. They emptied each other's nuts until they'd gone soft, and then they took to pissing on him too. Two hot streams knocked some of the shit off those bones. Lucifer made a point of directing that golden jet right into one of those empty eye sockets, chuckling to himself. Some of it splashed down to the floor along with some overflowing water.

They stepped out of the way, as if they still had any dignity left to preserve. They even washed their hands on the way out of the bathroom, gathering up their clothes, not bothering to hide the cloud of sex and musk that clung to them post-fuck. There was work to do, people to intimidate, and maybe worse, and Cherno was nothing more than a diversion. Everything he'd been, every day he'd lived, amounted to little more than some bouncing fat on Xerxes' pudgy body, and some cooling shit piled up in a ruined toilet, for no more reason than living near someone who was in trouble.