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Sarah panted slightly against the scaly body pressed against hers, the powerful claws fondling her rear with gentle caress. Her breathing hitched from the touches, her face red with heat and shyness. "Baroos..." She murmured, her hands resting on her Feraligatr's blue chest. He murred in response, working his claws up her back again, rubbing the soft skin and hunching over her smaller form, nuzzling his yellow chin into her red hair. Sarah's hands wound up and grabbed the reptile's neck, holding him close as she whimpered in pleasure, chest arching against her pokemon's. Warmly, she kissed his cheek, feeling one of his strong arms wrap around her thigh and lift it, making his trainer shudder softly. The soft churl of her gator made her skin burn along her body, her lips pressing gently on the tip of Baroos' snout. Responding in turn, Baroos took his free hand, cupping Sarah's soft chin and nuzzling her neck, the feel of the soft ridges of scale making her moan before the soft tongue slipped against hers.

Her thin arms wrapped around her feraligatr's head, pulling his large muzzle to hers as she kissed him, rubbing her clothed body against his rough scales. She wanted them off so bad, she felt like she was on fire in them, her insides aching for her gator. As if sensing his trainer's dismay, Baroos held her thigh closer to him, rocking her gently back and forth in his arm as the other gripped the bottom of her shirt. Sarah parted her kiss, sure she was going to fall before she felt the cool wall against her back as the claw rubbed the inside of her thigh, making her pant, Baroos' lips meeting hers again and pulling her into a kiss. Sarah moaned into his mouth, panting needingly against him as he unbuttoned her shirt with a claw, shrugging it off of her.

"Baroos..." He broke the kiss, leaving her lips lingering for the feel of his smooth tongue before she felt him unclasp her bra, leaving her smooth breasts to hang in the air. "I need you..." she huffed, hugging his head and hearing his soft growls and murrs as he nuzzled between her firm breasts, making her back arch away from the cool wall. She lingered on the feel of his loving shows of affection before she felt his large tongue run over her chest, nearly covering the entire breast as he ran his tongue along her painfully slow, her body bucking into his chest from the feel. She moaned his name again and her Feraligatr half closed his eyes, letting her pants and shuddering make his own body strain with delight. He elated in the feel of her firm flesh against him, tongue circling extra around her perky and by now very hard nipples, clamping his mouth carefully over it and sucking. She cried out this time and he smelled the arousal between her legs, his mouth watering for it. Teasingly, he ran the claw not holding her hip between her legs. Instinctually, she clamped them together and his trilling chur murred from his mouth again as his other claw rubbed her inner thigh.

Her whimpering pant made Baroos' chest rumble with delight as his free claw slid under her other thigh, pulling her pale legs apart and hearing her squeak, trying to close them again as her hands gripped his shoulders. With great care, the feraligatr pulled her thighs up onto his broad shoulders. He felt her squirm, scared she'd fall. He chuckled at that beneath his lust for his loving trainer. Like he'd let her fall. Being a taller pokemon, he could support the legs on his shoulders, her form hunched over and hugging his large blue head as he nuzzled between her legs, pressing his nose into her lap, inhaling the scent.

Sarah's whimpers grew into heated moans at the snout rubbed up into her crotch, making her rock into the nuzzling maw, her hands white from the strain of gripping her pokemon's scaly head. A sharp cry of pleasure escaped her throat as Baroos' tongue rubbed at her pants. Even with the layer of fabric between the rough appendage and her wanting flower the contact sent Sarah over the edge and she leaned further into the licking tongue, the gentle brushes setting her insides alight with desire as she molded herself to the tongue, trying to push herself closer into he gator's licking. She began to moan louder, rocking her hips into him as the tongue began pressing harder, slipping between the lips, pressing as far between them as it could go with the clothes in the way. Baroos growled in pleasure, stopping his attempts to nuzzle at her again, his claws free to wander up her sides now that she was seated on him, clinging tightly to him. Her breasts kept bouncing in his sights when she gripped him, pressing their soft mounts onto his forehead, making him pull his attention away from her wet flower, hot with need.

His grin crept through his sharp teeth as his tongue licked slowly from her crotch to her cleavage, making her groan, gripping the sides of his head. His vent was swollen from her scent and reactions, the yellow strip on his crotch bulging where it met in a V shape on his front. Shifting slightly to keep her on a bit better, he proceeded with dipping his claws into her pants, wriggling them down her panties and rubbing at her soft skin. Her broken moan greeted him as he once again licked at her breasts a moment, making her kick and squirm atop him. As his claws pressed into her sex, swirling around in her soaked folds, finding the revealed nub and stroking it, Baroos pressed his maw to his trainer's agape one. The hot air from her moans bathed his tongue, making him groan and press further into her.

Sarah gripped her lover's maw, suckling on his tongue as her body writhed from the erotic touches of her pokemon's stroking in her most sensitive of areas. Her entire body squirmed and her legs hurt from trying to squeeze together, only to be impeded by her feraligatr's thick neck, his claws working away, dipping into her succulent passage, slipping back out and rolling her sensitive clit between the moist claws slathered with the beginnings of her juices. The slick sounds reached Sarah's ears, but she was too high in ecstasy to notice. Her face was flushed, nipples standing out in the cool air as her back pressed and arched between the smooth wall and the muscular mouth and fingers of the gator. Pleasure shuddered from her innermost body, from her clenched toes to her invaded sex, her body arched itself to her alligator, her fingers sliding down to her feraligatr's yellow chin while she moaned into his mouth, nearly unable to take such touching and abuse any longer as the thick digits began to wriggle to and fro inside her.

Sarah leaned into them, nothing could reach her now, she was at the height of ecstasy. Nothing, that is, except the front door slamming closed. "Honey! We're home!" At this, she almost would have forgotten her pleasure had it not been so sharp within her quivering body.

"Put me down!" Sarah whispered heatedly, stuttering and mumbling, trying to push her pokemon's mouth away and pull herself off his strong shoulders. "Baroos!" Her red cheeks were highlighted by her panting lips and tongue swiping across them. Her netherlips felt swollen, she didn't want to leave, but she couldn't risk getting caught.

"Where are you at, Sarah?" She heard her mother call.

"In my room!" Sarah called back, pushing at Baroos' snout. "Please, baby. We can't get caught." Reluctantly, she felt him withdraw his fingers and wrap an arm around her waist, setting her down. Dazed by lust, she nearly stumbled her way onto the ground as she landed on her feet. Hurriedly, she scrambled to grab her bra, fighting to hook it back on over her tired and sweaty body, at last getting them to snap together firmly, cupping her aching breasts as she fled to grab her shirt halfway across the room where Baroos had thrown it.

She heard the footsteps ascending the stairs and grabbed the shirt, fumbling clumsily with the buttons. The knock on her door made her jump and run quickly to it, kicking stuffed animals and stray books out of the way. Sometimes, a messy room was a curse. Her mother opened the door and she caught the metal handle in her shaking hand, panting softly and trying to cover up her poorly buttoned blouse. "Hey honey, it something wrong?"

"No mom, was just....getting some exercise done, you know how much I love DDR." Sarah forced a grin, pressing her legs together uncomfortably. She hated the swollen ache between them, begging to be filled. Her mother glanced up and down her daughter's form, seeing the messy hair and mismatched buttons.

"Honey, don't try me, I know what you were doing in there." She grabbed a frayed clump of her daughter's hair and shook it in front of Sarah's eyes. "There's only one thing that would make your hair so messy."

Sarah's heart cringed inside her body, feeling as if it were about to explode from its carefully constructed confines and rupture into pieces. She stammered wordlessly, seeing her mom scowl and make a tch sound. She was so dead; her parents were going to kill her. The thought made her faint, weak as he knees shook and felt like they'd turn to Jell-o and melt off. But she felt something poke into her back that kept her steady and she leaned against it for support. The churr behind her brought back her senses as she regained her voice from her dry throat. "No mom, I was...I swear I didn't...I wasâ€""

"Don't lie to me, young lady." Her mother huffed. Sarah cringed. "You lazy girl, you were sleeping this whole time, weren't you? It's why your hair is such a mess, didn't even put your shirt on properly. Sarah, you get yourself washed up right now. And then get outside; it's a beautiful day today. You spend too long cooped up in your room." Sarah's heart felt it melted with the tension, relief bubbling up from her, though her heart was still running double overtime, her arms shaking slightly. With that, her mother peered over her shoulder and beside Baroos. "And don't you ever clean up your room?" Her mother rolled her eyes and walked down to the bathroom to collect the clothes resting there. "If there's any clothes in your room by the time I start, you have to do them yourself." Her mother called.

"Yes, mom!" Sarah called back, feeling her insides queasy from the shock of almost being discovered. With that, she closed her door, breathing a sigh of relief. She turned to go get herself fixed up, Baroos trudging after her.

"Gatooorrr...." he murred softly at her, catching her in her scrambling and holding her to his chest, stroking her hair and nuzzling her with soft care. "Feraallligatorr..."

"Babe..." Sarah turned in his arms, kissing his chest because he was too tall for her to reach his lips unless he stooped down. "I know you're anxious. It's been awhile since we've been alone together, mm?" She gently patted his knee, rubbing the rough, scaly hide. Baroos hugged her waist before releasing her, grumbling softly. "I know you're patient, I know. Thank you for being such, I don't mean to..." Her words halted at the blue forefinger on her mouth.

"Ralll..." He coeed to her, shuffling to the door and stepping out, grinning at her with his fangs, beckoning her. His plotted steps were slow but fluid as his tail bumped open the door more. Sarah followed after him and grinned, jumping onto his back.

"I caught you!" She grinned, wrapping her hind legs against his lower back and holding onto one of the three large red spikes on his back. Baroos feigned a roar, thrashing under his trainer. Giggling, his trainer held on, knowing if her faraligatr really wanted her off he could throw her off with ease. Still pretending to try and get her off, he trudged into the bathroom, setting her down.

"I don't hear that water running!" Her mother called up. Sarah sighed, turning on the water and waiting before holding her hand under it, seeing how hot it was. Letting it trickle down her fingers she flicked her hand, getting the warm droplets off. Wasn't quite warm enough so she turned the knob more, sitting on top of the toilet seat and looking to her gator, snickering at her.

"Oh no, I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you." She pouted at him. "Go outside!" She heard his rumbling laughter and looked away, blushing. She knew she wasn't going to get him away so she yanked her pants off first. Better to just get her over with. Her face turned redder when she heard his shrill churls, much like the sound of the whistling sounds men made. Embarrassed, she reminded herself not to let him go to the movies anymore. They taught him too much that ended up being a pain later. Trying to ignore her pokemon's contented murring, she pulled off her shirt, too.

At his gurgling murrs, she was about to turn to apprehend him but felt a stain in her shirt on the back. Puzzled, she looked at it. It was clear, but wet. Gingerly, she poked her finger at it, sniffing it. The sweet, spicy smell of a male's musk, she knew it. It was the first time she's noticed his swollen his vent was. She winced at how upsetting it must have been for her parents to come home when he was doing what he was. Even if she was the one enjoying it, she knew it made him quite eager.

"Baroos, would you like to take a shower with me?" Puzzled, he tilted his head at her. He knew how shy she was as well. The flicker at the end of his tail told Sarah he very much would like to but was resisting because he believed there to be a catch. "Oh, stop having cold feet, the shower's big enough."

His slanted grin made her heart flutter as he stepped forward, reaching around her and lowering himself so he could unlatch her bra, nuzzling her nose between the two succulent mounds on her chest. Her face turned scarlet but she said nothing as he kissed one, running his claws through her hair and stepping in the shower. He was warning her, she thought, of what she should expect in there.

But, she told herself, that was fine because she had her own plans. Stepping in, she was the first to act, dropping to her knees and pawing at his tail. Baroos turned, looking down at her. To get a better view of why she was on the floor, he shifted his body around in the crammed space, looking down at her. Taking, the chance, she ran her fingers over the soft swells of the vent. Baroos hissed.

"I was wondering...if you'd let me try and do for you what you did for me." His throat was gurgling with pleasure as she stroked around the entrance to his vent. He was not the only one who could tease. Grinning, she felt him shift, some of the warm water running down his thick shoulders and trailing down his cobalt belly. The scales nearly sparkled from the wetness, and Sarah felt her mouth water. Baroos was so large he blocked all the water from hitting her, but her knees and hands were beginning to get wet from the slick floor.

"How about it, big boy?" She dipped the tips of her fingers into the hot vent, feeling the warmth tickle her fingers. Her feraligatr moaned, the gurgling growls in his throat became softer and more like a purr as the fingers traced the soft flesh lining the inside of the vent. Water pealed down his chest, making his blue hide glisten and shimmer, casting a slight blue glow over his trainer as she began to rub and stroke the swollen folds until the tip of a very eager member poked out. The tip was rounded, and as a little more slid as well Sarah's heart bubbled with the view of the ribs along its slick, pink surface.

She pressed her mouth onto the exposed half inch of pink peeking out, sucking on it. He groaned as Sarah rolled the head around in her mouth, the feel soft, pliable, and slick. Of course, she knew this. It tasted bland for now, but she sucked at hi regardless, rubbing her tongue up against the head of the tip, gliding her tongue down the sensitive belly of it. She felt it begin to throb and watched as more of the red rod slipped from her gator's yellow stripe.

Sarah's pink tongue ran over the hot flesh, circling the rounded head as she lifted a hand to hold the quickly growing shaft in place, her other hand rubbing the sides of the vent where the orbs began to swell. Sarah squeezed the sack, feeling the partial thrust against her mouth from the reaction. Pre beaded on the side of her cheek and she shivered, kissing the spade tip and pushing her mouth back onto it, suckling at the slick flesh throbbing painfully inside the shaft, running her tongue over the grooves and ridges.

The warm bubbling at the back of her throat made her swallow, and from what little she could taste it was salty. Her own arousal quickly coming into play instead of just trying to please her gator, she lifted both hands away from the orbs, gently gliding her fingers up the shaft. Fully exposed now, it was hard and ready. Both Sarah's hands glided up the side, tickling over the ridges, tracing the slick insides of the ribs so well known to reptiles, especially alligators. The moaning hiss told her to continue as she pressed both thumbs into the sides, pushing up and down along the length she could not fit into her mouth. The good eight and a half inches gave a lurch as Baroos bucked slightly, making Sarah nearly gag as it pressed more against her.

She leaned in further, clenching and unclenching the shaft, rubbing her thumbs deeply into it as her tongue swirled around the curved cock. More of the warm pre beaded out into the back of her mouth before she pulled it out, licking along the entire length, tilting it up and rubbing her wet tongue over the thick length, nibbling lightly near the base as she heard another hiss.

A claw rested on her head as Baroos shifted his blue hips, rubbing them carefully as to not hurt his trainer. She sucked on one of the deeper ridges, licking roughly at the base of the vent, the lumped flesh there harder and hotter. The claw gripped harder, but didn't hurt her as the red hairs twined around the claws while Sarah let her tongue glide over the thick veins and pulsing shaft. The rumbling, gurgling pants of pleasure made her cease her teasing and take a few more licks at the head, the pre very sweet and watery. More dripped out with each lick so she engulfed it, sucking and pressing her head forward and back.

Baroos' tongue lolled out as he leaned back, hips pressing forward gently as the warm mouth slid over him, pushing and pressing into him. Lust ebbed at his body with every thrust and lick. He felt the moist tongue run between the ribs, her soft mouth clamp farther down, the dull massage of her swallows. His length felt swollen and ready and fire burned in him as he grabbed her head with both hands, keeping her steady as the constricting feeling in his thighs and crotch grew. He needed release.

"Graaa...." He moaned, the orbs swelling, pressing deeply into the scales and giving the yellow hue almost an orange color alongside his crimson shaft, speckled with purple ridges slowly being sucked on by his lover. With a muffled roar, he felt the trickle of the hot steam jet up his cock, bulging the taut muscles as the large length lurches, steadying in his trainer's mouth as he came into her mouth.

Sarah felt the head press up into her soft pallet before the heat bubbled into her mouth, squirting its sticky seed into her mouth. Swallowing it, she felt the viscous juices slick down her throat, making her throat and stomach flood with warmth from the salty cum. She could only swallow two gulps of the hot liquid filling her mouth before she had to pull away, licking her lips and feeling the sweet aftertaste as more of the creamy fluid poured from her large gator's length, the red length fully erect and dripping with spurts against Sarah's chest and neck.

Baroos panted, the warmth fading as he felt his length go slack, dangling there for a moment before it began to retreat into his vent. Leaning forward, he felt the hot water trickle over his shoulders. He'd grown unaware it was even on after he got used to the feel on his backscales and delighted in the warm afterglow as well as the warm water sliding in sheets over his shoulders and down his stomach, sliding over his slowly shrinking member. Gurgling with satisfaction, he looked down, his growling stopping abruptly.

His yellow eyes narrowed as he gazed upon his trainer's body, the water slicking her hair and beading on the tips, mixing with the seed on her chest as it ran in rivulets down her smooth skin to between her slick things, pooling between her legs and making the hair there a darker red.

"Feraa..." He leaned forward and watched her glance up as he began to suckle on her chest without warning. Already moist, it was easy to press most of his large mouth over it, sucking almost the entire smooth mound. Her moan was sharp as the large tongue circles it, sweeping over her sensitive breasts, tickling her nipples as his claws pulled her up into a standing position.

Her body heeded his tugs and pulls as he drew her wet body up to his, allowing even his normally rough scales to be able to rub slickly over her pale skin.

As he released the plump breast he marveled at his trainer again, his length again hard, pressing needingly into her stomach. It had been so long and even with release it ached to be sheathed inside her warm folds, where Baroos felt it belonged.

She needed it too; he felt it as she arches her smaller form against his, her read hair plastered to her shoulders, damp and almost brown with water. The sounds of them rubbing together were almost lewd, their soaked bodies pressed together. He heard her whimpering and panting. Baroos bent his knees, trying to lower his cock to her sweet smelling flower so he could enter her like he had done many times before. Each time it was as tight and fulfilling as the last and left him aching to claim her again and again.

With a soft churl and a kiss to his trainer's forehead, Baroos pushed his hard shaft upward, the head nuzzling the soft lips, kissing the tip of her entrance. Instead of thrusting into her, Baroos grinded his hips against hers, pressing the thick head against her and making her moan, her hand trailing down to grab the shaft and press it into herself.

The feraligatr grabbed her hand, stopping her and hugging her to his chest as he rubbed into her. He was going to make this feel the best he could.

"Sarah!" A loud knock interrupted them both. "Hurry up in there!" Sarah groaned and rested her head against Baroos, pounding his chest lightly with her fist.

Baroos cooed to her and kissed her forehead, hugging her waist and backing away, handing her the soap. "Nooo...." She whined, pouting against him. "I want you..."

Baroos' erection lurched and he pulled her away from his chest and grumbled at her, setting the soap in her hands. He wanted her so much, too, and it made it harder when she looked at him such a way. With that he pulled his dripping body from the shower, the water running down his tail and three large red scales on his back. Grabbing a towel, he rubbed it on his scales, trying to dry of the wetness and calm himself down.

Sarah scrubbed herself down with the soap, dropping it once or twice in frustration. She knew that, for her, he was being the responsible for her welfare. She normally was, but this time she was getting as frustrated as he was. As the suds ran down her arms and thighs she grabbed the Head & Shoulders bottle, squeezing the sickly blue shampoo into her hands. Stepping away from the water, she lathered it into her hair, closing her eyes. Like her gator, she tried to calm herself down but her insides squirmed.

As the water ran down she got the bubbles out of her hair, letting it fall around her like fire, searing down her pale back. Running her fingers through her hair, she opened her right eye, making sure all the shampoo was out of her hair. With that she stamped her foot, huffing and turning the faucet off and letting the water poor off. "Baroos, can you hand me a towel?"

A scaled claw reached in with a green towel and she wrapped it around herself out, wringing her hair out and stepping out. She grabbed her pokeball from the counter and sighed. "Baroos, return."

"Gatooorr." With that the light swirled around him and pulled him back into the snug orb. "Coming, mom!"

Sarah strapped her bra together and pushes it over her head, careful not to undo it. She was never good at putting them on once they were around her. So this was an easy solution to her issues of getting the clasps to match. She grinned, but also cursed herself for the lusty feeling that made her remember how much trouble Baroos had with it at first. Once, he just ripped it apart, bending the clasps all up and ruining it. Hurriedly, she pulled on her pants, trying the string in the front and pulling on a regular T shirt, one overing herself in the mirror. Her hair was still wet but she never dried it, better to let it be natural.

As she hopped down the stairs, she held her pokeball tight, setting it on the counter as she got her backpack together, putting some sandwiches and drinks in. "Where are you headed off to so early?" She turned to see her mom washing up her hands, toweling them off.

"Just going to head to the park, Baroos needs some air, he hasn't been getting out a lot since I've been back for the summer." She didn't add that he needed it extra now since they couldn't do it as easily in the house as they had in her dorm room. She didn't have to worry s much about moaning and pleading there. And her roommate was never there, so it worked out well.

"Yes, you two need to get out more often. Always cramped up in your room playing video games and playing pranks on one another. You two act just like a brother and sister. I'm glad you two get along so well." More like a couple, Sarah mused. "I'm glad your father and I got in contact with the professor to give you his totodile. You should really write a letter to him, sometime."

"I will, mom." Sarah promised, tucking some red strands behind her ear and grabbed her backpack, securing her pokeballs. sure to grab her feraligatr. "See you later, mom! I'll be home tonight!"

Sarah bolted her way out the door and stepped through the red paved streets. She lived in Goldenrod, where the Radio tower in Johto was. Being in the big city was nice sometimes, except she had to wait until she was thirteen to get her first pokemon, unlike many trainers who got theirs as soon as they hit the double digits. Since New Bark was so far away, her parents wanted to make sure she was ready before they went there.

She had been in love with the sporty little totodile ever since it glimmered from its ball, its crimson eyes staring up at her with kindness and a certain amount of wonder. Though no one in her family was a trainer Sarah took a quick liking to pokemon, quickly catching many of them. In her three years with her faithful pokemon, she had aready beat six of the gym leaders. She hadn't been too keen on battling them, though and was more content to spend her time alone, playing with her pokemon and sleeping with them under the starry skies.

It had been no wonder, Sarah remembered as she walked north of the city toward National Park, that at such an age she was experimenting with herself. She was a teenage girl, after all, who could fault her for that? It hadn't been a long time after she'd gotten her totodile, maybe a few weeks, when he caught her trying to please herself.

Ashamed he's caught her, she tried to shrug it off. But then one day she caught him doing it, too. And what scared her worse is that he'd been looking at the camera in her backpack with pictures of her. It had taken Baroos awhile to be brave enough to step up and see how far she'd let him go.

"Are you going to participate in the catching game?" Her attention snapped to the man behind the desk at the entrance to National Park, pulling her out of her reminiscing.

"Oh, no sir, just going to enjoy the summer."

The man grinned, leaning back. "You'd be one of the only ones. Summers are dull around here, everyone's run to Olivine, Cianwood, and Cherrygrove to get out of the heat, not bake in a park. Only people I've seen are a few fleeting trainers around here passing from palace to place, no one's entered the competition today."

"Yeah, it'd be an easy win, but I really don't have money to spend on entering right now." Sarah had never won a game, and her mom had gotten mad at her when she learned she'd entered a bug catching competition weekly.

"I understand, have a nice day!" He waved to her as she stepped into the park, walking up and sitting on a bench. "Baroos, come out!"

"Feraligator!" He bellowed as he stepped onto the ground, swishing his powerful tail. He checked his bearings and murred in memory, sitting down next to her and rummaging a sandwich from her backpack, walking around the place on his own.

Sarah closed her eyes, resting her hands in her lap as she remembered this place. There was a secret path from one of the gates and once she had sent up a tent there. It'd been about the time her totodile evolved and she was scared to try it with her croconaw. He was so much -bigger- when he evolved. But Baroos had been careful with her, as always. He'd taken her missionary style to be most careful with her, trying to comfort her with his murrs and kisses as he'd entered her.

He'd felt so much better than his first evolution. If she had thought that was good, the little three and a quarter inches exploring her, a throbbing six and a half had felt amazing. The size didn't seem too impressive when she thought about it, but the jump of over an inch scared her quite a bit. Especially when she'd had nothing to compare it to. It had felt amazing and Sarah opened her eyes, looking down and seeing she'd been rubbing herself. She blushed, though no one was around she was in the open and it was not a very lady like thing to do. And though she hated it when her mother said to be more lady like, this was one thing she obliged gladly. But she was already aroused again and groaned at her luck.

She flopped back on the bench, clenching her legs together and painfully pressing the swollen lips together. Maybe that'd keep her head out of the gutters. But a nudge to her thigh made her jump, and did not help her disposition. "Baroos!" She pouted at him batting off his claw and turning from him. "You're not helping."

Despite her words, it seemed he had every intention of helping her, though only aiding to the problem instead of curing it as he hugged her back, pulling her to his stomach and folding his arms around her chest. She leaned back, regardless of her will.

Baroos slid both his claws into her pants, stroking and fondling at the sensitive folds, making his trainer suck in a breath. He cupped her sensitive sex fondly in his claws as he slipped a claw between the folds to tickle her clit. Sarah moaned, but tried to push his arms away. "Baroos, stop..." she murmured weakly. "Not in public, babe..."

The gator rested his mouth on his trainer's cheek, wriggling his fingers around as he breathed in her ear, murring softly and cooing.

"Please....not here. I don't w...want anyone to catch us..." Her pleas were weak as the azure digits rubbed around in her, soon just gently stroking her outer lips.

His soft cooing grew into soft chirps, tickling her ear as he nuzzled her hair, squeezing her sex in his large palm, rubbing his rough stomach against her back. Her whimpers made him snake his tongue out along her neck, its small barbs running along her soft skin.

"I don't..." Her panting was more distressed now and she was leaning into the claws, feeling the tips brush against her wet entrance. She felt hot again, ceasing to care where she was as she felt the warm sandpapering tongue weave over her neck. The roaming hands continued their merciless rubbing and she had to try not to fall, closing her eyes, shivering. She felt the hard member beginning to poke against her mid back and her insides burned. She needed it, she needed him.

At last, she gasped with a press against the sensitive button of flesh. "Take me..." She panted. "Please...take me now Baroos." Her words were heated, riddled with lust as she felt him release her and scoop her up bridal style as he jumped over the bench with his powerful legs, landing in the grass and bolting through it until they were in the clearing they'd found so long ago. "Barooossss...." The moans made the swollen vent engorge more, the tip pressing out further. Resisting tearing her clothes away, he laid her down gently, watching as she wriggled out of her own shirt and pants, his shaft throbbing with arousal and slipping out to greet the air. He covered her with his scaly form, helping her pull her clothes off the rest of the way as he hovered above her, his vent pushing more of the shaft out, his insides swimming with lust as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Fulfilling both their needs, he pressed the head into her, spreading her with his claws to allow him to slip in easier. He felt her stir under him, arching up to him, her fingers gripping the ground tightly, pulling up blades of grass. Baroos lowered himself farther, licking and nipping at her hot skin, squirming and arching. They hadn't even started and he felt the need to plant his seed in her. She was already making him so close with her pleasure.

Baroos gripped the ground on either side, beginning his gentle thrusts into the slick passage, holding him tightly within the warm confines. He rocked his hips forward and back, his hard length slipping in and out, inching closer to her womb with each thrust. pressing hotly into her sweet nether lips, kissing and suckling his eager length. The grass under him felt slick as he pressed deeper, tail stiffening behind him, back and rear flexing from his gentle thrusts.

Sarah panted, her breasts bouncing in time with the thrusts. The fleshy ridges sliding in and out had her curling her toes, closing her eyes as she swam in the feeling. She needed him so bad, her entire body trying to coax him further, to hilt in her with her soft whimpers and dripping sex. "F...faster..." she begged, unable to wrap her legs around his waist to pull him further into her. It took a moment for him to oblige, but he wrapped his arms around her, under her soft back so he wouldn't hurt her. Resting on them, he carefully shifted each knee so her legs were outside his. With that, he began to thrust deeper.

It was Baroos' turn to let loose a gurgled moan as he pressed farther into her, his head already dripping with pre into her clamping walls, gripping him tighter, squeezing his thick member and pressing into his smooth ribs, teasing the soft veins. Slick and red, the large length pressed farther into her, her moans making him thrust harder. Rubbing his scaly chest against hers they both groaned.

He grew used to his methodic pace, allowing her to feel every inch while not going too slow. His body shuddered with pleasure at his trainer's delicate body against his, her hands scrapping at his scales, tickling them and making him arching back against the legs fastened around his back.

Her moaning became airy and sparse as he held her at a cusp of pleasure, shifting every once in awhile, the slick head readjusting in her gentle hold and allowing him to thrust at a new angle. With every thrust she felt wetter, tighter.

Sarah panted into her feraligatr's chest, the heat sliding in and out of her, rubbing into her sensitive spots with its ridges and ribs, pressing her into ecstasy as one of her hands ran down her side, then up as she gripped her own breast, moaning. Her eyes fluttered with the squishing sounds, the cock deep and hard within her, moving with grace with each arching thrust.

Buckling down, the gator grunted, beginning to pick up pace. The sudden change made Sarah cry out in pleasure and it only encouraged him to grind into her between his hard thrusting, beginning to hilt her with each powerful hump. Sarah moaned louder, crying his name and squeezing his rump tighter with her legs, eager to press up into his rocking hips, the length deep inside her filling her with warmth and fullness, pressing up inside her, deep and full. The ribs ran up and down, slick with pre as Baroos growled, pressing harder.

Her alligator panted, his body hot, eyes fluttering with the feel of his trainer around him, her walls pulsing around him against her moans of his name. His name, again, calling him, begging him as her slick body rubbed against his. As he pumped into her he began to hear the wet sounds of their love. His backclaws dug into the ground, peeling mud with him as he hunched down more on his padded shoulders, bringing Sarah's body as close to his as he could, slowing down but arching with each push. He felt so close, the thick length throbbing, making him rumble in his chest against her.

But he waited, slowing himself, trying to control himself enough to let her get to her climax first. She felt close, too. Her inner passage was tight, rubbing against him, holding him against her with abandon. Her arms clung to him as well as she whimpered, eyes closed and mouth agape, nearly gasping with each thrust. Her grip on him grew tighter as her body seemed to freeze, the moment Baroos had been waiting for. He surged forward with a grinding push, She screamed and plastered herself to him, legs pressing harder against his sides as her body filled with the warmth of release, making her freeze with the wave of pleasure.

The feraligatr hissed in pleasure, tongue lolling out as he, too, took pleasure in her release, the warm juices flowing against him, slicking along him and dripping onto his hot vent, filling him with warmth and trickling down the painful bulges around his vent. She was spent and tired, but he was still ready and eager, humping more at her, slowly at first, nuzzling her neck and shuddering with the feel of the slick passage.

The sound made him more aroused, his tip twitching in her as he began making quick little pushes, spreading her further and forcing his head into her as far as he could, eliciting a moan from his trainer as the length spasmed around him with the afterglow of Sarah's climax. With that, it was too much and Baroos hilted her once more, his seed jetting out, filling her womb with the hot seed, claiming her as his once again, wrapping his warm scent around her pale body as he nipped her gently, hugging her and rubbing his hips against hers as his own bellowing moan resonated, his tip still stiff and dripping.

"Baroos...." Sarah panted into him, her mumbling soft as she hugged his neck, kissing his hot cheeks. "You're the best." Baroos grumbled his agreement as he nuzzles her, rolling to his side and unlocking her from his grip so he could nuzzle and hug her against him. Both laid together with their arms, legs, and necks intertwined, occasionally kissing or nuzzling against each other with sweet words or chirps until Baroos' length slipped out, shrinking back into the swollen vent as they stared into the bright sky, clouds bubbling from beyond the trees, creeping through the blue sky.

Sarah rolled over, facing away from him and nuzzling her forehead into his chin, to which he wrapped his arms around her and licked her arm. She gazed up into a tree and blinked. In it was a rough carving of a croconaw and a girl holding hands. At that, Sarah smiled, looking up at Baroos. "It's still there." she murmured to him, he cooed in response, tail curling behind him. She looked at it, and the date under it. "The first day we said it..." Sarah felt her eyes water. "The day we promised we'd be together forever, no matter what." Baroos' chest rumbled as she kissed him, hugging her tight and pressing his large muzzle against her soft lips. "Happy anniversary," she whispered to him. "Thank you, I love you, Baroos."

"Feraa..." Baroos held her in his scaly palms, his yellow eyes soft and loving as he nuzzled her, gurgling the words back as bet he could and whipping her tears away, intertwining his claws with hers, content to lie beside her for the rest of his days as their tree stood above, the image carved in it forever.