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Hey everyone!

Here's a story featuring two species that are rarely shown (at least not as featured as others). I would like to start writing in unusual species, and in this case one came with the other, as I got inspired to write this little piece of story ^^ Hope you will enjoy it, and show it with a fave, a comment or a vote!

Thanks to Gritou for being such a fuzzy ball of love in my life!

Beck's eyes were prowling the crowd, looking at each fur in the cavernous room from his comfortable seat at the bar. His green scaly paw was toying with his drink, moving the amber liquid with it in circles. The crocodile liked this part of the hunt almost as much as what followed, the thrill of choosing his next prey cursing through his veins and engorging his cock.

The hotel was full, as it always was when hosting such a huge convention. Before his crocodilian eyes paraded furs of all sizes and colors, female, males, in formal clothes, with clothes that would fit besides a pool... You named one, and it was sure to be there. There were more than a few that attracted his eyes, but he kept quiet, knowing that the first rule of hunting was to patiently for the right moment.

The saurian wasn't even sure what this convention was all about, something about economics, or marketing, or whatever. It had numbers, surely. Beck couldn't care less, he wasn't there to attend boring lecture after all, but for something else entirely. He took a sip of his drink, mentally going through the list of potential targets, finishing the whiskey without even noticing.

"Here Beck, on the house!" The elephant bartender put a new glass on the coaster as he took away the empty one. The crocodile nodded in thanks, picking up the whiskey but not drinking it yet; he had to be sober after all, and right now he was just on the good side of tipsy. The bartender knew that, he had noticed how the croc appeared at the hotel every time a convention was hold, almost every time going up the lift with a fur.

Almost every time. Beck wasn't always lucky in hunting down a good hole to fuck, he wasn't perfect after all... But one time his skills hadn't been enough to convince a buxom leopard to let his cock inside her hairy vagina, the elephant had provided some solace in the form of a glass fur of beer... And a good, hard fuck in the bar's bathroom.

The memory of how he had plowed that leathery hole was enough to make his cock throb. It had been a good fuck, the bartender could take it rough... And he was always ready to provide Beck with what he needed. Probably that was the reason why he was trying to get the croc drunk, in the hopes of scoring again.

He was half tempted to go along with that, after all the elephant had provided hot sex those times he had allowed it. But that would be giving up the hunt even before trying, and he hadn't dressed himself with his best suit, a tan one that valorized his greens and that was tight enough not to hide his muscled figure.

Because that was the reason he did it, coming to this hotel at convention, to feel the excitement of cornering a fur, so to speak, to convince him or her into letting his crocodilian cock inside them...All of that on their own will, he didn't want to taint that pleasure using cheap tricks. Plus, he could always finally gave his number to the elephant... He could use a regular fuck buddy after all.

Setting aside the thoughts of big gray buttcheeks milking his cock, at least for the moment, Beck went back to observe the crowd, putting candidates in the list. A buff black bull just passed before him, the type of fur who would give you a nice ride and let you mount him with passion; but he looked too resolved as he entered the lift, which put him in the category of the married men who dreamt only of their wives' pussy.

Talking about pussy, he saw an impressive specimen of tiger in a table just a few feet from him, clad in a dress that was barely keeping her boobs from spilling out. Unfortunately, the wolf in front of her seemed to be the lucky chosen to see such an event, and it was unluckily he would share the tigress with him, so he moved along.

Beck didn't let himself being annoyed by that, he was too seasoned in the hunt to be discouraged by just that. True, his hard cock was begging him to take actions, and soon, and it could be easy to ask the grey-skinned bartender to get in the bathroom... All thoughts that were rejected, he wasn't too old to wait a few hours before dipping his dick in warm, tight places.

Then, as often was the case, his prey appeared. A lithe gazelle, maybe a few inches shorter than him, though the tall, straight horns could miscalculate. He looked young, but that could be because of his built that made him look like a twink. The white, black and tan of his fur was quite appealing, and despite being thin he packed a nice ass under the black pants he was wearing under his blue shirt...

It was his shifting eyes that convinced the croc, eyes that were looking about, searching for something, hoping for something. In short, the hoofed fur was clearly dreaming of getting some actions at the convention, his fantasies being fueled by the hook up stories he surely had heard about; he just wanted to be part of one, for the first time.

The saurian didn't move, it wasn't the right time. As his ancestors had done eons ago, he waited in the particular waters that a crowded bar was, expecting to find the telltales signs that would lead him to the kill. After all, he wasn't sure which pastures the herbivore liked to graze, and then, if he was willingly to overcome the ancestral fear of reptiles...

Then, his gazed locked with the gazelle's, and by how those eyes bulged at seeing him he was sure that met the right criteria. The crocodile nodded at the unnamed fur, a small warm smile splitting his very long muzzle, before turning to look in his glass, letting the time work its magic. With some it was useful to come boldly, with others it was best to let out a bait and let them come to him.

The gazelle seemed to belong in that last group. His brief observation made him deduce that he hadn't done anything like that before, and that his nervousness was due to some other aspects... Maybe he was in the closet, maybe he had a girlfriend - or boyfriend- back home. Not that he cared about that, what happened in conventions stayed there, after all; plus, the croc couldn't bother himself with morals.

Beck almost chuckled as he heard the crackling of a stool besides him, a tilt of his scaly head welcoming the gazelle, who didn't stop to shift on his seat. The crocodile stayed silence for the moment, savoring the moment of approaching, and secretly analyzing his prey; he had a good smell, a hint of perfume under the convention-brought sweat, his sensible nostrils flaring as he whiffed the musk of arousal from the other male.

"It's even easier than I thought." The saurian thought, deciding that he should cut the chase; the poor herbivore was practically begging to be fucked, and he was far from being a cruel hunter, not when his prey was so willingly.

"Hello there." He slowly hissed, turning his massive head toward the gazelle, his best unthreatening smile on his long snout. There was no use to play the dangerous card after all, unless the other wanted that... But probably getting a scaly dick was enough of a danger for the horned male.

"Hello." The gazelle answered without stuttering, though with a bit of hesitation. That was a good sign, he was shy but not enough to let him block, but that had been obvious by how he had approached the sitting croc right away once he had seen him.

"Hot today, isn't it?" Beck started the small talk; it was always part of his hunting ritual, exchanging the minimum of conversation with his prey. After all, he wasn't a creep no?

"Yeah, the air conditioning barely kept the chill in the conference room." The herbivore said, though that much was clear from the halos in his shirt. Beck himself wasn't having much of a problem, the bar was cool enough and he kept himself hydrated for the whole time.

"Oh, so you're one of those attending the convention?" The crocodile sounded surprised of such a discovery, as if he hadn't noticed the name tag on the left pec of the gazelle.

"Unfortunately yes!" He exclaimed, showing his tag for good measure. The thing claimed that his name was Tyrel, with an overly long and hard to pronounce African surname attached after it.

"I'm sure it is quite pleasant." The croc chuckled, knowing fully well that it was what the other wanted to hear; he just hoped that the gazelle wouldn't start talking about it that would kill his mood.

"I assume you aren't attending it from your words." Tyrel mused, not buying his claim but not minding him, or so his body language told him. A good hunter had to know such things, and he was quite skilled in doing that; for example, he knew from the rigidness of the bartender's back that the elephant was jealous of the other herbivore.

"No, I'm here for... pleasure." Beck stressed the last word consciously, adding a good leering on the gazelle's ass before sticking out his big paw. "I'm Beck by the way."

"T-Tyrel." The other provided his own name and shook the offered paw; his small sudden stutter and light blush pointed out how he had caught his double meaning. Things were progressing pretty quickly, for the everlasting pleasure of his hard cock.

"Nice to meet you. Would you like to be offered a drink? You seems to need it to... get back liquids." The scaly predator said, nonchalantly guiding Tyrel's paw down between his legs, pressing it against his ranging boner.

"I-I-I don't m-mind." The stutter worsened but the soft furred man didn't pulled out his paw, even snakingly caressed the massive dong for good measure.

"A whiskey for my new friend!" He ordered, enjoying how those big elephantine hears flicked; that might hurt the chances of bedding the bartender again, but he was sure that he would melt down if he offered his scaly butt. He had seen that dong and it would be worth bottoming for that.

The elephant put the glass delicately in front of Tyrel, with the carefulness of someone restraining his anger; not that the gazelle noticed that, or the glare he was subject too, as he was almost openly jerking the croc at this point.

"To conventions!" Beck toasted, raising his glass as the gazelle did the same. He gulped down what little left had been of his drink, the herbivore amazingly doing the same, finish it all as if it would help taking courage. He didn't need that, not when they were just moments away from being naked.

"I-if you want, I have a good bottle of wine in my room's minifridge..." Tyrel proposed, his blush declaring that there would be little time for wine tasting.

"Thought you never ask love! Go on, I pay the tab and join you in your room." The croc told him, his impressive collection of teeth showing in his smile. He needed the extra time to mend things with the elephant, and it didn't hurt that it showed his dominance either.

"G-good. I'm in room 416." The herbivore said, giving one last stroke to the pants trapped cock before standing up, walking straight to the lift. The saurian didn't lose the chance to admire that good piece of ass, the small tail barely hiding those curves.

Sighing, he turned to face an enraged bartender presenting him the bill, his eyes like storm clouds. "Come on, you know what I do here." The croc hissed, fishing out 50 bucks and handling them to the elephant.

"Yes, but I don't like to see it right under my trunk." He replied, accepting the cash and handing over the change.

"Keep it. And..." Beck gifted him the small piece of paper he had retrieved along with the money, smiling brightly. "Call me if you want to stick your trunk in my hole."

He left with that, not turning around to see the other's reaction, swishing his long tail behind him in that particular way that highlighted his ass. He was confident that he would receive a call, soon, the bartender had everything to gain from that after all; and while at that, they could think of ways to include him in his hunting... That would spice up his routine.

Lady Luck was still with him, as he found a lift just ready to be taken, and all for himself even. Beck took the chance and felt himself up, rubbing his paws over his clothed body as the cabin went up, psyching himself up for what came next. His cock felt even bigger than usual, ready to violate a quivering hole in a few minutes.

The lift stopped just as he gave one last jerk to his pole, the doors letting him the properly lit corridor. It wasn't hard to find room 416, by now the croc knew that hotel by heart... He passed several doors as he walked, some of them housing such pleasant memories... like the 407, oh those pharmaceutical sell girls, they had needed just to see him in a speedo to practically kidnap him...

Setting aside remembrance of bouncing boobs and dripping pussy, Beck arrived to the appropriate door, where he would form different kind of memories. Adjusting his jacket, he rapped on the door, counting silently how long it would take to the gazelle to open up to him; in the end, he had reached only six seconds, less than he had expected.

"You came." Tyrel stated with a renewed security, still completely clothed. The time apart had had the right effect on him, just keeping him on the right side of shy... Or so the saurian hoped.

"I mean to come several times today." The croc rumbled, stepping inside the room without invitation, enjoying the ear flicker he had caused as he passed beside the herbivore. The room was nothing out of the ordinary, not one of the biggest for sure, but it would suffice for what he had in mind.

"I-I am pleased to hear. I almost thought you weren't though." The horned male said, closing the door behind him.

"We both know this is gonna happen." He mused, going to draw the curtains. He might be a kinky bastard, but he preferred to have his privacy and, by experience, he knew that someone could have seen them from one of the rooms facing opposite to theirs.

His host spoke as he got rid of his jacket, neatly resting it on a chair's back. "I'm knew to this kind of things..."

"You don't say." Beck interrupted him, chuckling as he faced the gazelle. To his merit, for a newbie he was acting well, there was a bit of blush but no stammer, nor reluctance. His black ears were moving too, but not too frenetically, as in fear, just in what he had learned meant anticipation.

"Yeah. So, I don't know if there are rules or..." Tyrel left the rest unsaid, leaning on the obvious expertise of his partner to fill the gap. Or maybe he just lost his words as he admired the freshly exposed chest of the crocodile, since he had just took it off. His gaze was sure flattering, Beck was quite proud of his muscles, the results of countless session at the gym.

"No rules, except no kissing." He told him, kicking out his shoes and socks while unbuckling his belt at the same time. The scaly male could see the effects of his unceremonious undressing on the gazelle, a clear bulge being filling his pants; his tail would have swished for the satisfaction, if he hadn't trained it to be still so to not break furniture.

"I... see..." The herbivore said in a slightly sad tone, though his features were showing only lust as the croc revealed his tight boxers, the lines of his hard cock tenting the fabric.

"Oh no you don't. Kissing is just impractical for someone with a muzzle like mine." The saurian explained, stepping close to the smaller male, pressing his body against his, his paws going to cup those nice cheeks as his muscles rubbed against his clothes. Tyrel's own paws went to rest on his shoulder, waiting to see what came next before acting, no doubt.

"I didn't know that." The gazelle swallowed thanks to the sudden closeness, his trapped boner pressing against one of Beck's tight as his own scaled cock pocked him in the stomach. Sensually, slowly, the crocodile's paws kneaded that butt, rising up his back before going to the front, unbuttoning the shirt.

"Now you do. I'm open to anything else, although I'd rather top tonight." He said as he tossed away that shirt, skilled paws passing on the pants, nonchalantly brushing against the herbivore's hard dick. He felt decently long and thick, something that might be worth playing with, though, in all honesty, he was going to save his ass for the much more impressive cock of his bartender.

"W-well..." The horned fur gulped as the pants slided down, revealing that he had gone commando for the whole time as his cock sprung up, free, smearing some pre on Beck's underwear.

"Looks like you were prepared for lewd times... Nice." The saurian remarked, his paws going back to size the other's ass, the distance between them closing as he arranged them so the gazelle's cock was point up, throbbing between them. Fur against his scales was hardly a novelty, he learned long ago how not to be bothered by it, thankfully it never had tickled him in any way.

He looked down, locking gazes with the other male, his golden eyes demanding an answer, quickly, as he abused those cheeks. "I prefer bottoming..." The younger fur confessed in a whisper, making the croc really, really happy.

"Have you brought lube with you?" He asked, one paw leaving that delicious butt to go and jerk the black tool in front of them. The other hissed at such sensation, probably not used to the rather rough feeling of scales slipping on his meat up and down... The hiss of surprise morphing in a moan rather quickly though, as he got used to that.

"Yes... Good stuff too..." The gazelle moaned as he got the pawjob, squirming under the attentions of the reptile.

"The go and fetch it, I'll wait on the bed." Beck ordered, releasing his prey abruptly, prancing in his underwear as he reached the piece of furniture. Turning again, he chuckled at seeing the gazelle still on the spot, a dreamy look in his muzzle; the sound of his merriment awakened him, though, the lithe male hurrying to the bathroom, obviously to retrieve the lube, his cock swinging in the air as he moved.

"What an eager prey..." He thought, as he got rid of his boxers with a flick of his wrist, leaving him finally and fully naked. His dick bounced happily, its foot-long length throbbing and pulsing as he settled down on the bed, tail aside for comfort, his cock laying on six pack, legs far apart to better show it.

The croc waited, prompted on his elbows to have a better view, admiring his own body, ripped with muscles, his chest and abs a gentler shade of green than his back scales. He knew how attractive he was, perfectly so, and how he elicited lust in others, male and females alike. Now there was one particular fur caught in his net, and he was about to re-enter the scene any seconds now...

Said fur just appeared as he thought that, gasping at finally seeing the crocodilian dong, almost dropping the tube of lube that he was holding in one paw. He approached the bed, slowly, one step at the time, unknowingly giving a good show for the croc, who could admire him once again, keeping every detail of his black-reddish-white fur and his lithe body.

"Don't be shy... Come here, settle between my legs." Beck invited him, arranging some pillows behind him now, watching the other approaching and getting on the mattress on all four, ass held high. The gazelle had already understood what the bigger male wanted, but there was pleasure in ordering and getting obeyed. "Go on, take a good look and suck of my scaly cock."

His prey chuckled nervously, not saying anything as he lowered his head, careful for his horns not to touch and, more importantly, hurt the predator. Beck folded his arms behind his head, in the perfect position to admire the younger fur's first contact with such a massive reptilian cock.

Tyrel first looked at it, probably marveling how its sheath didn't retract except for the head. It was a particularity and oddity that few species had, even more so among reptiles: Beck didn't care, he knew that it did its work right, and soon the gazelle would too. The croc shivered as a soft paw went to touch his member, hesitantly at first, poking with one finger as to test it, then running the same digit down, to where other furs had balls.

"It's how I read in books..." The prey marveled, his finger going up and down a few times in an almost tickling manner. "Except I imagined the scales to be... rougher..."

"Evolution saw in that those scales won't cause harm." He rumbled, some pre spurting out of his cock, landing on his stomach where it remained there, a glistening spot of liquid. The herbivore leaned forward, tongue lashing out to lap it, moans of appreciation rising from both men as he did that.

"Evolution gave you horse cocks too..." The cheeky furred male mused, one delicate paw grabbing the mentioned cock, though not encircling completely thanks to its girth. The jerking brought pleasure to the croc, though he refrained from moaning since this was just the appetizer for much more.

"I'm sure your ass can handle it." The saurian said in a confident tone, contemplating if he had to repeat the order or just growl his demand. His craving for a hole was growing with each twist and jerk, and it was becoming quite unbearable... after all, he was an aquatic creature, he needed some moisture...

In the end, the croc didn't need to do anything, either because his prey had picked up his intentions or because the knelt fur had decided he had enough wrist gymnastic. Opening his mouth wide, always careful to not scrap his partner with his long and straight horns, he delved down, getting a few inches in before stopping.

The hot and wet feeling around the head of his cock made him moan, as the croc watched the furred male's cheeks bulge thanks to his thickness. He knew perfectly what a challenge his cock posed, and didn't expect someone with such a short muzzle to deepthroat him; the gazelle might have been equally aware of the fact, since as his head went down a paw slipped along with it, caressing what part of cock didn't get inside that mouth.

Beck laid down, happy to have picked up the right prey as the herbivore bobbed his head up and down his length, stimulating it in every way possible thanks to its long tongue, the appendix caressing and exploring those now sleek scales. He didn't take long to learn how to truly please him either, thanks to the passionate moans of the crocodile directing him, his tongue passing over his tip to stimulate the exposed flesh.

"Good prey, learning how to deal with a predator so quickly..." Beck told the other, receiving some muffled moans that might be either of pleasure or complain at the name. The gazelle didn't stop, though, keeping sucking the big croc cock, the vision being obscenely delightful from the scaly male's point of view.

Th4e tip of his tail moved in pleasure, as it used to do, and for sure the expression "feeling his cum churn in his balls" could be applied to that moment even if the reptile's attributes were well hidden away. His eyes caught how boned up his prey was, his erected member appearing from time to time as the gazelle's moved; it was times like that he wished his tail could be more mobile, or that his feet wouldn't be so callous, he liked to give pleasure as he received it... But the prey didn't seem to mind, keeping doing his sucking job.

"You should start stretching your hole love... You'll need that." Beck advised him, knowing fully well that the other needed all the preparation he could get. "Turn around, show me your ass."

Tyler did as told, without his mouth even leaving his cock, which gave a peculiar sensation as it turned around the thickness; soon, his muzzle was facing those perfect orbs, not too big, but with lots of substance, the white fur exalting the blackness of the blinking hole posed under the short tail.

His nostrils flared when the musk hit him, the smell just rekindling his horniness as his paws grabbed the delicious butt, setting it apart for better access to the pucker. His tongue poked out of his muzzle, giving a long, wide lick to the tailstar, the gazelle on top of him shivering at the sensation but not skipping a bit in his sucking.

Not wasting time, Beck used his very wide and thick tongue in the way only experts could, taking advantage of its peculiarity to better prepare his prey. His tongue was, in all aspects, a natural dildo, with built-in lube, the perfect tool to ease asses as the fellating male would discover; first, though, he had to lick the hole several times, coating it with his saliva before pressing his tip against its center, slowly demanding entrance.

Finally the ring gave in to his ministrations, letting the tongue enter it and spread it well and wide. That elicited a very satisfying moan from the herbivore, the sound resonating on the croc's cock as he kept sucking it, his efforts in doing so renewing as with the pace of the jerking. If he was hoping for the crocodile to bust his nut, he would be disappointed; that load was meant to go in his ass, not in his thirsty mouth.

Beck would have chuckled if he could, but for the moment his muzzle was busy with another stuck, his tongue worming inside the warm tunnel, hilting as it got too wide for it. That was just the start, as he used his powerful ribbon of flesh to fuck the gazelle; one of his paw travelled from where it had nested to the herbivore's cock, finding it hard and throbbing, proof of his own ability.

The crocodile idly jerked it as he loosened up the tailhole, while Tyler kept slurping and jerking his big saurian cock. The furred male was good, very good, handling that stick like a pro, but the sampling of his ass was stirring a need in the croc, one that couldn't be satisfied by just a blow job. With a final smack, he left that ass as he gave a forceful jerk to the black cock, slapping one buttcheek with his free paw.

"Time to saddle up. Use lots of lube." Beck recommended, the other already shifting to do as told without his muzzle leaving his priced manhood; he kept moving his head up and down, making sure not to stop even when his paw started searching for the forgotten bottle of lube. The croc just approved his behavior with a grumble, his eyes half closed to better focus on the pleasure of a warm muzzle around half of his pole.

Even like that he noticed the quickness of the gazelle's moves, how he applied the sticky liquid to his fingers and then how those digits disappeared in his ass, even though that was just imagination. Way too quick, though, he had to stress the important of preparation. "Take your time." He said, looking his prey in the eyes. "I'm not even close. Don't rush things."

Tyler nodded his understanding, his movements slowing down. It was really arousing to watch the younger male sucking his cock, his ass propped up as he fingered himself, his dick disappearing in that eager muzzle time and time again as the furred guy prepared for the ride of his life. He let the minutes pass, as the other started panting for the effort and the hotness of the situation, patiently waiting for him to be ready.

Beck opened his eyes completely as he felt the warmness disappear, the gazelle spitting out the enormous thing as he tried to catch his breath. "I-I've got four fingers in, you think that should be enough?" He said, his paw still jammed in his ass.

"It's sure good. Now, lemme stand up, want to fuck you on all four." The crocodile told him, waiting for the other to scramble aside. He grabbed the lube as he moved, tail swishing freely now while he applied the liquid on his gargantuan cock in abundant doses. The herbivore stayed where he was, the bed squeaking as the big male arranged himself behind the smaller one, the cute little tail crowing that ass flicking in expectation.

Spreading those legs more using his own, the scaly hunk positioned his cock between those cheeks, rubbing against them as his paws went to grab the furred sides, the tip just kissing that lubed and prepared hole. All speech went away, replaced by animalistic need to mate, hard and strong, the crocodile angling his impressive manhood and pushing it in at a steady pace, the thickness spreading that ass wide open.

Tyrel moaned loudly, his head jerking upward as he got impaled on a foot long cock, his prostate being battered almost flat; his vocalization just grew in tone as the whole dick penetrated him, something that took quite sometimes. Finally, the hairless pelvis of the saurian pressed against those furred cheeks, the poor herbivore still moaning breathlessly.

Beck enjoyed that feeling, the moment when he was balls (so to speak) deep in his prey. He knew that the smaller male hadn't suffered, his moans had been obviously of pleasure... And he himself was panting as that warm tunnel clenched and massaged his cock. Such a good catch, a bottom who knew how to take a dick!

The crock couldn't resist any longer, so he moved his hips out, just enough to remove a few inches of his cock, thrusting it inside almost immediately, so that the movement stimulated his sensible cockhead. He kept his thrust short at the beginning, just enough to stimulate but not too much, giving the gazelle time to adjust to the pole embedded in him.

"Fuck!" Tyler cursed as he got bred, his hips moving with the thrusts, helped by the paws at his hips. The croc just growled, too taken to speak, increasing the depth of his thrusts slowly, to the point that only his tip was inside before he shoved his whole length inside the willingly gazelle, pleasure washing on him as he fucked.

The man under him moaned and thrashed about in ways only a man whose fucked could do. He was arching his back too, his horns almost touching it, giving an even better angle of attack to the croc, who didn't have to be asked to do just that, speeding up the pace too. The feeling of those furry balls slapping against his smooth crotch was sufficiently lewd, if he kept the situation like that he could cum in about ten minutes...

"G-god!" The gazelle violated the Second Commandment in the most blasphemous situation possible, his body freezing still all of sudden. The way his ass's spasmed around his saurian cock would have been enough of a sign that the herbivore was experiencing an orgasm, but his sense of smell tipped the croc off as he caught the stench of hot cum in the air.

With a roar the green skinned croc pushed his weight on the gazelle, the limbs of the man in the afterglow giving in and flattening the herbivore on his belly. Without skipping a bit, the saurian manhandled his prey, turning the both of them so that he was on the bottom this time, his tail on the side as he laid on his back, the other still impaled on the big cock even while on top.

Positioning his powerful legs, his paws grabbing his pray even more as he started bucking his hips up, moving thee gazelle's body on his cock without efforts. The change of angle and dynamics aroused him even more as he abused that clenching hole, Tyler keeping moaning as he got used for the saurian's pleasure.

The feeling of an ass around his cock, its warmth moving up and down his shaft... there were few things that he liked more than that. The bed groaned under them as they fucked, his hips moving upwards while the herbivore put down his own legs, adding his own voluntary movements to the mix.

It wasn't likely to last much longer for Beck, he knew his limits. Lashing out his tongue, he licked his prey's neck, fucking him with more strength, one paw traveling from the hip to find that the gazelle was hard again and leaking. Growling, he grabbed that cock, synchring the jerking to his upwards thrusts as he felt his orgasm fast approaching.

Probably the added pleasure of a scaly paw was too much for Tyler, his prostate having endured a long and hard stimulation, even harder after his first orgasm. With a bellow, the lighter male came once again, those ropes of cum splashing on his furred stromach as his ass convulsed once again after such a short time.

That was enough for the crocodile, whom pressed down his pre as he thrust in him, his cock erupting inside the tight confines, shooting his seed deep inside the other man. Satisfied, he let the gazelle go, his cock flopping out as the horned male stood aside, followed by a good deal of white semen before his hole closed up.

Beck turned to the other man, his crocodilian cock still mightily hard even after the orgasm. "I'll give you teen minutes, then my dick comes back inside you." He announced to a breathless Tyler, chuckling as the light of lust and disbelief those words set on in his brown eyes.