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Rip Rankin was a hunter. Hunting was what he lived for.

It had been with him from an early age. Both his parents were hunters, though not with the same fervor he held for it...yet, they’d been the ones to introduce him to it. When he’d been old enough to understand life and death, they’d allowed him a chance at it...and from the moment he’d downed his first buck, he was sold.

His parents no longer hunted, getting on enough in years that the strain outweighed the reward. But Rip had become famous, and infamous, for his hunting - not just his prowess but his daring and his stretching of the limits and laws. There was no extent he wasn’t willing to go to to bring in prey, especially exotic prey...wild adventures, new frontiers, as long as there was a target in the end he was happy. He funded it with his TV and web series documenting his adventures, which had quite a number of enthusiasts of the art, and an equivalent if not greater number of detractors. He cared more about the former than the latter. Going under the stage name Rip, he’d gotten such a good response that he’d legally changed his name. He liked it better, anyway - it felt more powerful.

And power was a large part of what it was about. He loved the sensation that, no matter how great or dangerous the beast, he alone could fell it with the tools at his hands. He had dominion over the natural world, could overcome any challenge. Yet, the thrill, the danger, the threat that he might lose, was the other large part. The desire for excitement and action, the risk that came from beasts seeking to reassert their place over man, was such a potent driver of his activities that even he questioned how he hadn’t been killed several times over by now. He couldn’t and wouldn’t stop pushing the limits...if he fell in the process, so be it, he wouldn’t want to go any other way. But he had no intention of going quietly or easily.

Rip considered himself a “smart” hunter. He didn’t shoot indiscriminately, didn’t settle for secondary targets...he picked his target and stuck with it to the end. Volume wasn’t important to him, and in fact he avoided killing more than he needed to - after all, extinguishing all the prey at once would leave nothing left for him or others to hunt. And whatever his prey, he made use of all of it - even keeping something as a trophy, the rest of whatever he used went to purpose. It was more practicality than respect, some of it went to souvenirs to help fund his lifestyle, and he sold some of it as exotic substances that were used in traditional medicines in various cultures. Often what he sold had nothing actually in there that was supposed to be used...ground up rhino horn was usually just random deer bone of some sort. But it wasn’t like the real thing had any actual effect anyway.

And then there was the meat.

Rip referred to himself as a carnivore, and in practice was pretty close - if a meal didn’t feature meat, good luck getting him to eat, and his own meals were so meat-heavy his kitchen would have made a vegan burst into flame on entry. And he’d taken to tailoring some of his hunts for feasting exhibitions, bringing members of the public in for sampling various exotic meats - and in this aspect, he never misrepresented what he was serving, at least not unless he was trying to prove a point (and even then, the truth was always revealed quickly). It had started as yet another way to fund his lifestyle, but Rip found them to be a lot of fun and had been making them more accessible of late, holding them once every couple months. It had gotten to the point where he had an entire bank of freezers in his rather spacious basement, storing up meats from various past hunts as long as he could in order to serve them at these events.

Meat was what had brought him to the swampy southern forests this day. Specifically, gator meat. It wasn’t the first time he’d hunted gator, one would provide enough meat for several exhibitions, but his stores were quite low. So off he hightailed it to a place he knew had the biggest gators around - a place not labeled on the maps, except under the scope of a protected area. Just himself, no cameras or crew, he liked to keep them from getting involved in something this mundane when the law wasn’t on their side.

Oh, sure, he knew it was protected wilderness, but who would notice one gator missing? They weren’t exactly difficult prey, just big, dumb beasts that tended to lay out in the sun, easy targets...the only thing was that they were so tough that you needed more than a little firepower to bring them down. Rip had a high-powered rifle, perfect for piercing their hides and stopping their hearts - he liked to keep the heads intact, they made the best trophies, otherwise he might’ve aimed for the eyes. It was probably one of the less challenging big-game tasks he had to face, and he was fairly confident that he could succeed without much trouble - it would probably be a bigger challenge hauling the carcass back to the truck.

But wandering through the wilderness today, creeping along the running river, he found there to be a rather striking lack of gators. It was unusual, the sun was out and the weather was warm, he would’ve expected more of them to be basking around, ripe for the picking. He did see a couple, but they were fairly small, not what he was looking for...he wanted one of the behemoths he’d seen around here, he knew they existed, he’d seen plenty of them on his excursion here last year. Going home empty-handed wasn’t an option for him...if he had to hunt overnight, he’d do so, to get what he wanted.

And then, just as the trees were about to end in a sandy dune, he spotted something on a sandbank in the river. His eyes went wide: this was a sight to behold.

It looked like a gator, in most senses of the word - thick, scaly body, long jaw, massive size. But its body was shaped like a man, built to stand upright, and its pose as it was basking was one that Rip might’ve taken, sprawled out lazily with hands behind its head. It had that look of contentment that seemed very much like a basking gator’s happy countenance, oblivious to the hunter meters away...and at the same time, it looked like at a moment’s notice it could take Rip’s head clean off his shoulders with little effort, the way its body bulged with muscle.

It wasn’t the first time Rip had seen a creature like this - in fact, they’d interrupted a couple of his hunts before, and the world was largely aware of them through his show. Beasts in the shapes of men, they claimed to straddle the line between nature and society, acting as guardians and teachers to bring respect of the natural world back to humanity, some of them even claimed to have once been humans themselves. There was no real way to know if that was the truth or not, but they seemed to be trying to follow the order they insisted they belonged to, and they had their own following, including a number who wished to be like them. Some things Rip would never understand.

The first one he’d seen had been a rhino, stonewalling his hunt of a wild rhino a year and a half ago. And even at that early stage he knew they were going to be trouble to tangle with. They had the raw animal power of the beasts they took after, but also the brains and abilities of men, and being in the bodies of apparently dumb animals did nothing to dim their wits. The rhino had sabotaged the expedition, forced them to leave through the systematic destruction of needed equipment, including rendering Rip’s weapons useless. It was the only time he’d ever underestimated one, a mistake he wouldn’t make again. Any hunt which involved them was unavoidably complicated, though they didn’t always try to stop him they would always make sure their message was conveyed, and that wasn’t something the usual suspects really wanted to hear on his broadcasts. He may have borne a bit of grudge against them, though he tried not to make it obvious.

He still had the advantage here - this one couldn’t directly interfere with his hunt if he wasn’t aware of Rip’s presence. And actually...there was a good way to make sure he didn’t interfere. Rip had to wonder, would this gator-man have the same taste as a proper gator? Perhaps he could do a taste test...bag one of the wild ones out here, even if a smaller size, and compare the taste with this weird beast-man thing. The latter certainly had plenty of meat on his bones.

Cautiously he started to take aim. He had to be quiet, and he had to be good - any miss and he would incite the pursuit of a creature too smart to be easily escaped. He’d never shot a human before, but he knew human anatomy well enough to be sure he could get a clean kill, if he hit right. Its position on the bank wasn’t making it easy, but with a few minutes of positioning he was sure he had his shot lined up the best way possible to ensure success. Slowly his finger tightened on the trigger, moving carefully to make sure he didn’t disrupt his positioning…

A massive arm grabbed him from behind, making him cry out in shock. The gun was knocked wide, issuing a single shot well off into the river, sailing uselessly into the water. The gator on the bank jerked to attention, but Rip had something much more close by to worry about...his weapon was torn from his grip and tossed into the brush, and the creature dragged him out into the open, sandy riverbank, tossing him on the ground roughly. He scrambled over onto his back to look up at it...it was a scarily familiar sight, almost the spitting image of the creature he’d been aiming at, and it was angry.

?“Gareth! What the hell’s going on?” The gator from the sandbank was staring at them now, appearing completely perplexed by what was going on.

“Get’cher tail over here, Reiff! You nearly got pegged by this fucker!”

One of these beasts was far more than enough for Rip, he started to scramble to his feet and try to make an escape. The gator named Gareth didn’t give him a chance, lunging and landing on his legs, the hefty weight making Rip cry out in pain. Now the gator wasn’t letting go of him, huge arms wrapping around him and holding him against that muscular scaly body. Just one arm was sufficient to pin Rip’s arms to his sides, leaving the other free to poke its claws at him threateningly. “You’re not going anywhere, hunter. Not until you’ve answered for yourself.”

“Let go of me, you giant freak!”

“Watch your mouth. These ‘giant freaks’ get to decide your fate, you might want to be a bit more polite.”

“Fuck you!”

“Hmph, guess we’re not getting that. I’ll be remembering that…”

“Holy mother of fuck, Gareth!” The other gator was walking up towards them...he’d really hustled over from the sandbank, he was a lot faster than he looked. Then again, that was about par for the course for gators. “You know who that is? Fucking Rip Rankin!”

“Oh, really? The famed hunter without boundaries himself. Should’ve known he’d be the only one ballsy enough to illegally hunt down here.” Gareth’s free hand took a grip of Rip’s throat, pushing his chin up as he clenched a bit, just enough to put the human in a bit of distress. “But I don’t see any camera crews...we could just say one of the wild ones got him.”

Reiff frowned. “You know we’re not supposed to kill unless it’s self-defense. I know you hate this guy, but it still doesn’t make it right.”

“What do you think self-defense is? I’d say trying to shoot you is pretty fucking major danger!”

“And he doesn’t have his gun now, so I’d say the two of us are more of a threat to him now than he is to us.” Reiff knelt in front of Rip, glowering darkly. “Which isn’t to say you’re off the hook. You know this place is off-limits. You’ve run into enough of our kind to know we don’t take kindly to you overstepping your bounds.”

“My bounds?” Rip was having a bit of trouble speaking but could just manage to get the words out. “Who d’you...think you are? Whose...authority...do you think you’re enforcing these bounds?”

“Let up on his throat, Gareth, I think he gets the picture.” Gareth growled a bit but relented, letting Rip’s throat free and allowing the human to take in deep ragged breaths. “Our authority is Gaia herself. She doesn’t wish to destroy you but you put such a strain on her that it gets harder for her to sustain herself every day. We are Gaia’s countermeasure...the only ones who can meet humans on an equal level and constrain you enough that everything can coexist. When you cross the line, you put yourself at our mercy. And as Gareth is demonstrating, some of us have less mercy than others.”

“No kidding. Fine. I’m sorry I went hunting here.”

“Oh, you’re going to be sorrier than that,” Gareth snarled into his ear. “You think that’s enough? It’s more than just hunting...you were trying to SHOOT Reiff. Don’t try to tell me you thought he was just a wild animal. No one’s going to buy that. What, were you trying to get back at one of us for stopping one of your precious hunts? Thinking you can take us out and then you have free reign to do what you want?”

“It had...nothing to do with that.”

“Oh, really? Then what was it?”

“I was just…” Rip suddenly really didn’t want to say it, because he knew that he wasn’t going to get a pleasant response. “I was just hunting for some gator meat, okay? And then I saw one of you bastards laying out there, and...I didn’t think anyone would know the difference whether it walked on two legs or four, so I figured I’d maybe put together a little test to see if they could.”

“Fucking hell! You were going to EAT us?”

“Calm down, Gareth,” Reiff growled, though he didn’t look to happy about this revelation himself. “You realize how that sounds, right? Even we, with our connections to Gaia and sharper instincts, wouldn’t stoop to eating another thinking being.”

“Maybe we should,” Gareth replied with a huff. “Eat him, see how he likes it.”

“We’re not eating him, Gareth.”

“I know that, but you don’t have to tell HIM that! How the fuck are we supposed to put the fear of Gaia in him if you keep yammering about how we won’t do anything really nasty?”

“We’re trying to establish a respectful relationship with humanity, Gareth. We don’t want that kind of reputation.”

The gator growled and sighed. “Easy for you to say...what do we do about the ones who don’t respect us, like this cunt?”

“We make them respect us. Hr, and I know just how to do that.” Reiff turned up a sly gator grin that creeped Rip the hell out. “This guy’s so eager for a taste of gator meat, I say we give it to him.”

“Ohhhh...oh, yeah, I like the sound of THAT.” Gareth let out a growling laugh in Rip’s ear...suddenly he really WAS nervous. He wasn’t sure what they were talking about, but it didn’t sound good in the slightest. All was quickly revealed to him, though, when Reiff spread his legs apart slightly, and give Rip a view of his swelling slit...the human’s eyes bugged out when he saw something start to emerge from it, and he renewed his struggles to try to escape.

For a moment it looked like he might have a shot as Gareth’s arm broke its grip around him...but that was rapidly dashed when his hands were grabbed and held together behind him. With a dark chuckle, Reiff reached out and tore away the front of Rip’s shirt, leaving it in tatters that were quickly removed from him by Gareth. “Stop! You...you can’t do this!”

“I think you’ll find we can, and will.” Reiff traced a claw along the muscle lines of Rip’s chest. “Hah, you do have an impressive body for a human...doesn’t measure up to ours, but that’s not really a fair comparison, Gaia blessed us for this purpose.”

“Dammit, get off me! You think your damn Gaia’s okay with you raping people?”

“Better than maiming or killing them,” Gareth replied; he was now working on Rip’s footwear, pulling off his boots and socks while doing a fair bit of damage to them. “It leaves a lasting impression, shows our power in a visceral way, and you won’t be able to help but remember it next time you think about showing your face around here. Heh, some of you humans even enjoy it.”

“You’re depraved!”

“More depraved than a guy who was going to kill and eat one of us? We’re leaving you alive and intact...except for your mouth and ass, but they’ll recover. Gaia helps make sure of that. She’s a lot more patient with you than we are.”

Rip was primed to respond, but it die on arrival when the gator in front of him started clawing at his shorts. He writhed and struggled again, almost breaking a hand free before Gareth clamped down again. Reiff’s claws were getting uncomfortably close to a rather sensitive spot as they shredded through the denim and the fabric of his boxers beneath, but Gareth was keeping him bent back and unable to move away from them. “Get those things away from there, dammit!” he yelled, knowing it wasn’t going to have much effect; at this point any type of resistance was better than nothing.

Reiff just snickered. “Well, it’d be a lot easier not to get close if you weren’t so hard down there. What, you getting into this already? Haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”

“Piss off, you scaly pervert!” Definitely a bad time to be getting a boner, but Rip wasn’t about to let the taunting get to him.

“So loud, too. You realize there’s only more of us around? You keep yelling, you’ll probably get a couple more of them over...maybe that’s what you want?” Reiff ran a claw along the underside of Rip’s stiff dick, grinning widely. “Some part of you seems to want it...pretty good size down there for a human, I’ll say. Probably get a bunch of action, though I doubt you’ve ever had this before.”

Rip didn’t respond to that, avoiding taking the bait. He knew the truth better than they did: Rip’s sexual experience was much more limited than most thought. He hadn’t ever had anything up his anus before, for sure, but even his dick rarely took the plunge. He hadn’t had sex with another person in a decade or more, and rarely talked relationships or sex life with anyone. Because the truth was, Rip found sex boring. It wasn’t a lack of drive, or a lack of pleasure...he just didn’t get anything out of it that made it appeal to him. Even jerking off didn’t really do that much for him. But saying that might just encourage them to taunt him further, so he kept his mouth shut.

Finally the gator pulled away. “Thought you might be one of those guys who compensates for a tiny dick with big guns and shit. Still ain’t got nothing on us, though...Gaia’s blessed us in more than one way.” Reiff pulled back a bit and pushed his hips forward a bit on display for Rip, and the human’s voice went temporarily dead. What he had seen briefly before hadn’t prepared him for the sheer size of what Reiff was packing. It rivaled his forearm in girth and exceeded it in length, both dimensions that inspired terror. Not unfitting on a beast three feet taller than him, somehow, but if that was what they were planning on using…

“Hah, the human’s impressed,” Gareth said with a cruel growl as he tore away the last of the fabric hanging off of Rip’s hips, leaving him truly naked. No doubt he was sporting the same erection that Reiff was, and given that he was about the same size it was probably no smaller. “Maybe he’ll regret running his mouth off earlier now.”

“Hate to break it to you, dipshits, but there’s no way that’s fitting inside me.” Rip found his voice again, and did his best not to sound cowed. His heart was racing a lot faster than he wanted to let on, he didn’t want the beasts to think they were scaring him, even if they truly were at this point. “Not if you really intend to leave me alive, anyway. If the worst you’re gonna do is give me a rubdown, I think I can handle that.”

“Cute, you think we’re gonna go easy on you.” Reiff’s grin widened further, which was making Rip unsettled. “Believe me, it’s going in...and all the way, too. On both ends. And you WILL get through it. And you’d better believe you’re going to remember every second of it, too...that way, next time you think about coming down and hunting where you shouldn’t, you’ll remember what happened to you and maybe think twice.”

Rip stared defiantly back, but it masked the cold terror in his gut. They couldn’t be serious, right? Or maybe they were planning on killing him and trying to fake him out...make him think he could endure it and get away. Or maybe they were delusional and thought they could make it work. Or...there wasn’t any need for another or, those were bad enough.

Gareth was moving, and for a moment he thought he could try to make one more mad dash for freedom...but the weight that had been on his lower legs had left them numb, and he couldn’t manage more than a shuffle before the two of them had him lifted, Gareth gripping his thighs and Reiff holding him by the upper arms. His face was pressed into the bulk of Reiff’s cock, slimy and wet, smelling of a weird reptilian musk. Trying to get away from it only resulted in rubbing it over more of his face.

“Hah, look at him, eager to get to action,” Gareth taunted. “Can’t wait to get a taste, he really did want some gator meat.”

“Oh, he’s gonna get plenty. Heh, wonder if anyone’s tapped that ass of his yet. You see any sign of that?”

“Nah, he’s gotta be untouched. Bet he’s one of those ‘lynch the faggots’ macho men who thinks it’s some kind of disease.”

“Why don’t you go swallow a pipe bomb, you fucking lizard shit?” Rip yelled back at the gator. They were already raping him, the slander was just entirely uncalled for - he’d gone to great lengths to showcase his acceptance, greater than he should have had to, as more than a few of his fans DID have that kind of attitude. Like hell he was going to sit here and listen to them degrade him like that.

Unfortunately, all it ended up doing was making Gareth angry. “Little shit...I was gonna show you some mercy and go in easy, but I think you need to be put in your place a bit more firmly than that!” His claws dug into Rip’s thighs a bit as he put himself in position, the huge tip nestled against his hole...and with a furious thrust, he drove in just over halfway, inches of slick, thick gator cock spreading him open far faster than he ever could have readied for.

Rip’s head jerked back, cry catching in his throat and nearly choking him, his entire body tensing up at that initial invasion. Something was warping hard to allow that beast to enter him, stretching him way beyond what he would have thought possible, giving a powerful dull ache to his body, leaving him with a feeling of fullness that he’d never experienced in his life. And so help him, it felt good. Not at all what he had expected, it was something he knew was rumored to hurt badly, especially the first time, and with the obscene size here it should have been violently painful...but not even close, it sent something through his body that was much more desirable, and even the ache wasn’t overriding it. Intense, no question, almost too much so...but not agonizing.

And that continued, even as Gareth pulled back and slammed forth again, stretching him wider and delving deeper. “Fuuuuuck...this is the tightest damn ass I’ve ever taken. Gaia, he’s fucking clenching, I don’t even know how he can!” He rammed even deeper, Rip could swear it was pushing out of his gut in a mighty bulge, though he couldn’t look down to see it. “This feels so fucking good…haah, like he was built to take dick for us!”

“Ghhgh...fuckin’...monster…” was all Rip could gurgle out, all he dared to, through the groans that threatened to turn to cries. He didn’t have to worry about the noises he made for long, though, as Reiff took the next opportunity he opened his mouth to shove his own gator shaft inside, the tip filling Rip up quite a lot. His eyes turned up to the gator in half-anger, half-disbelief.

“I think I’ve heard enough out of you for now,” was all Reiff said. “Bite, and I bite yours off.”

Rip wished he could’ve asked how that would work, given that the thing was already threatening to take his jaw apart...but then Reiff pushed in further, and thoughts of asking anything were out the window. His throat was pushed open like his ass, expanded around that intruding pole, which was now cutting off his air. His hands flailed, trying to find purchase with their limited mobility, eventually landing on Reiff’s thighs as the gator pushed closer to his face, the thick shaft rocking in and out but going deeper each time. His jaw was stretching well beyond its limit, as was everything else...something absurd was going on, Rip didn’t know what but he didn’t care if it meant he wasn’t going to be killed by cock.

Behind him, Gareth slammed in hard, pushing to his deepest depth yet, and Rip felt the hefty body of the gator press against his rear. Somehow he’d taken everything...he didn’t just feel full, he felt swollen already. And Reiff wasn’t that far behind, quickly pushing his way deeper and expanding him further until he was pushing his cockslit against Rip’s face. He could feel the two so deep inside him, reaching absurd distances into his body, and still wasn’t able to breathe due to the mass blocking any air intake…

And the craziest part was that it wasn’t feeling any worse. His body was buzzing with pleasure all over, despite the straining and stretching, and he could feel his own dick throbbing madly. This hadn’t been at all what he’d expected, he’d thought it would be horrible agony at the least, fatal at worst, but instead he was getting off on it...of all the things that might actually get him excited, this was about as far as he could’ve imagined, if he could’ve imagined it.

The intensity only rose from there, as Gareth and Reiff started thrusting into him, driving in hard and fast with disparate rhythms. Both of them were huffing and growling as they jerked themselves out of the human and sank back into him, liberal amounts of precum rapidly lubing up their respective passages and allowing them to go faster. “Fuckin’ hell...he just never gets any looser, it’s awesome,” Gareth snarled out, sounding almost possessed.

“Too small to loosen up much...I’m not hearing any protests, bet he’ll get off on this,” Reiff laughed. “Got him choking on a dick and he’s still hard as a rock. Kinky fucker.”

Rip avoided glowering up at him only because he couldn’t really tilt his head. He was still lacking in air, but managing to find a bit of space to draw some in when Reiff pulled out farther...he wasn’t sure how but wasn’t questioning it. As hard as they were working him, they clearly wanted to break him...but Rip Rankin wasn’t the type to break without a fight. He steeled himself for the coming rush, maybe they could fuck him at will, but he wasn’t about to back down.

Reiff let out a sudden gasp as Rip started to push into his thrust, swallowing down a bit and tensing around that thick shaft. “Holy shit! Bitch is getting into it now…”

“Was only a matter of ti-hime!” Gareth was caught suddenly off-guard as well as the tension around his dick, already ridiculously high, ramped up again, and a sudden slight twist of Rip’s body sent a bolt of pleasure up his spine. “Holy fuck, that was good...I think he’s working us, Reiff!”

“Hrr, he’s a tough one all right...let’s show him how wild we can really get, then.”

If Rip thought he had been getting a pounding before, now it was coming in full pace. His ass and throat were being brutally slammed open, then the gators were pulling out so far that most of each passage returned to its proper size before being overwhelmed again. The sheer strength of the gators was palpable every time they rammed in, smacking hard enough against his body to make it sore, his nose getting thumped every time Reiff forced himself in to the slit once more. They were sometimes thrusting in tandem, driving in simultaneously and sandwiching him between the two of them, putting an intense pressure on his body each time that would have bent him backwards if they weren’t holding in him place. And despite all that, he was insanely aroused, like he’d never been before in his life.

No. Not despite. Because.

Suddenly it all made sense. This was what had been missing before...the visceral thrill of sheer danger, the excitement of breaking the limits, being pushed too far. He’d never gotten a thrill out of sex, there was nothing there that excited him, made him want to be there and partake...it was too safe, too mundane, impossible to hold his attention and engage him. But this...this wild romp between two great beasts who could break him in half, who had all the power in the world over him...this was fucking intense, exciting, what he had been needing to get into it. And even though their cocks weren’t breaking his body, the fact that they should have been was sending all the right signals, getting his body in just the state where it was most pleasured. No wonder he’d been hard before, his body knew it before his brain did.

As they went harder, he did too, doing everything he could to put them through their paces. He dove down on Reiff’s cock and fought against its extrusion, keeping him from pulling out enough for him to catch a breath. He twisted and turned around them both, but especially around Gareth, tightening down on him and giving him sparks of incredible delight that make him growl and roar out, and he was a vocal one, his voice was starting to ring through the trees and make them shake. And they in turn pounded him harder and faster, never relenting and driving his own pleasure into the stratosphere, his brain overrun by ecstasy.

When he finally couldn’t hold it in anymore, his climax hit like a gunshot. His eyes rolled back in his head and he thrashed harder as he shot his load into the sand, heavy pulses of seed splattering down into the silicate, a robust volume from weeks of inattention. It hit with a fury he’d never felt...he’d had orgasms before but never like this, never even remotely as blissful and satisfying, with his body on extreme high alert and his mind fully captivated.

And Reiff and Gareth were quick in joining him in that rampage of bliss. The gator behind was the first to go, roaring out in earth-shaking power as he burst forth into Rip, a flood of thick gatorcum rushing deep inside the human’s body and adding rapidly to the swell in his gut. Every pulse made him bulge a bit further out, amping up the signals to his brain and raising the peak just a bit further. And then it was Reiff, who didn’t roar, but just gave a grunt that was barely audible through the voice of Gareth as he started feeding Rip his own load, hefty jets pasting his esophagus before the beast pulled himself out and started pumping them right into his mouth. Rip couldn’t possibly swallow fast enough, but most of it just forced its way down anyway, and he was left with a constant heavy dose of sticky, slimy, salty, musky jizz all throughout his mouth, leaking or even shooting from the corners on every additional shot. It was too much, but everything about this had been...and he’d wanted everything about it to be, now he knew that for a fact.

They were all tied up in heaven for a long time, rigidly milking their orgasms for every second they could muster. Eventually it faded away, as it always did, and the two gators were left panting, slightly hunched over with their human victim in between. Reiff pulled out first, letting Rip breathe finally - as soon as he was able to swallow the remaining seed in his mouth - and then letting his upper body drop to the sand. Gareth extracted himself from Rip’s ass a moment, later, a strong gush of semen joining his removal as the pressure forced it out and allowed his gut to return to normal. “Hoo...goddamn, that was the best lay ever.”

Rip was far too tired to say anything, but he had to agree. He was exhausted, his body filled and covered in cum, sore in all sorts of ways, and his vision was still spotty from the limited air...but hell if he wasn’t more satisfied than any other time he could remember. How bad had he needed this? Real sexual release, not the simple, weak stuff from just his hand or from the boring encounters before...something that really left one woozy, weak, and utterly spent, and totally unwound.

Gareth noticed this, and was suitably amazed; he’d figured the human wouldn’t be able to handle it, that he’d break down at some point. He had to give credit, Rip was a lot tougher than he’d expected, and hell if Gareth had thought he’d actually get into it...a sinister gator grin arose on his face. “Heh...his ass is fantastic, Reiff. You totally gotta try it.”

Reiff had expected to hear it any more than Rip did, but taking stock of the human on the sand, he was quickly noticing the same thing Gareth had. Well, if he liked it so much… “I think I’ll have to take you up on that. Maybe on the sand, though, I think if I fuck like that again I’ll probably fall over...and something tells me I’m gonna want to fuck like that again. One more round for you, hunter, and then you get to go...and something tells me you’re going to remember this.”

Rip knew he wasn’t going anywhere until they were done with him, and just rolled over onto his back as the shadows fell over him. He was definitely going to remember this...and the next time he went into this nature preserve, the only guns he would bring would be his muscular arms, ready to hold fast to another grinning reptile as he was served another round of gator meat.