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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 12: Scent Reactions

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Three hours passed, and Roger wasn’t sure if that meant that Louise and Lisa were done yet or not. He’d known some couples where that was just their warming up period, but he knew others that were done in five minutes. He got the feeling that Anthros were somewhere on the longer end of the scale than the shorter, but at the same time, he didn’t know what their schedule actually was.

More to the point, he didn’t want to interrupt them if they were still in the middle of it with a phone call. He looked at the phone that was on the nightstand of the room, debating picking it up and dialing in, but he stopped himself. He didn’t want to be that sort of guest, constantly pushing at them.

At the same time, he was starting to run out of things to do.

Roger knew that the binder with Louise’s book was still there, waiting for him to get through it so that he could talk to her about the contents, but at the same time, he knew that there were plenty of things that he could discuss with just the first twenty pages or so, and he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. In addition, he honestly didn’t want to push further. He had filled his brain with a lot of facts, and it was bored with reading non-fiction.

He could have called a whore, he supposed, but not only did he not want to spend too much money, but he also didn’t want to risk someone else getting exposed to the pheromones that didn’t have to. He had kept more than six feet back from the owner of the ‘motel’ when he’d arrived, and had minimized his time at the front desk, but he still saw a slight spark in the rat’s eyes at the time. If it could start that quick…

[i]Oh god, and what if someone comes to the room and has a reaction?[/i]

Well, he wouldn’t be here for that, but he imagined that it would be a hell of a time for the couple that were having fun that day. He shivered a bit, trying to put that out of his mind for the moment so that he could focus on the now.

He had been waiting for three hours. Three hours. That had to be enough to justify calling down to the house again. Roger pulled the phone off the hook, dialed out, and waited.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Ring –

Click.

“Hey, you’ve reached Lisa, who’s this?” the gecko said on the other end.

“It’s Roger. I was wondering if you guys had finished yet?”

“Finished? Oh, right, you…oh, I am so scatterbrained, I’m sorry. We did, about forty minutes ago. I just completely forgot about this. I am so sorry.”

“Well, it’s only been forty minutes, and I paid for four hours, anyway.”

“You sure that you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, but I wouldn’t mind coming back.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll grab the car and come get you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You bet I do. I forgot about a guest. Good lord, I can’t believe I did that. Stop laughing at me, Louise!”

There was definitely some laughter in the background, though he wouldn’t have pegged that it was coming from the crocodile before Lisa confirmed it. It was a rasping, bouncy, hissing sound all wrapped up together as something that he had never heard before. Shaking his head, he put it out of his mind for the moment, sitting back at the foot of the bed.

“About how long until you get here?”

“Five minutes.”

“See you then.”

Click.

He hung up, shaking his head a few times. Well, at least now he had a baseline for how long they could have sex. Two hours. Almost two and a half, for that matter. Yeesh.

The human got to his feet, finding his shoes in the corner of the room before jamming them on. He hadn’t brought much with him, considering the fact that it was just an hourly thing, but he made sure to check everything. His wallet, his shirt, the binder, everything. Nothing was getting left behind.

And nothing was.

#

Lisa was on time, just as she’d promised, and she was blushing in a way that he hadn’t been quite sure that a gecko could do. He smiled a little bit as she pulled out of the parking lot, deliberately not poking fun at the burning red on her face. He looked out the window, instead, letting her mutter to herself in annoyance.

“So, um, did you have fun?” he asked.

“Can’t you tell?”

“Not really. Humans don’t have very good noses for that.”

“Well…trust me. We had fun.”

She definitely had a bit more of a blush, but it seemed like that had been more for being late than for anything else. When it came to sex, she didn’t have the same sort of worries that Louise had seemed to have. In fact, Lisa smiled.

“Want the details?”

“I’m not someone that goes around kissing and telling.”

“Well, you didn’t do either. I’m the one telling you.”

“Well, if it wouldn’t bother Louise…”

“Only to the point of making her blush.”

“Well…fine.”

The next minute was a rapid-fire barrage of the intricate details of tail-sex, cloacas, and more, and by the time that they pulled into the driveway, he had learned more about the biology and ins and outs of lesbian scaly sex than he had ever realized there was to learn. His head was spinning as Lisa pulled the keys from the ignition, and the gecko hummed to herself as she stretched her arms overhead.

She was about to pull the door open when the crocodile pushed her head out through the front door of the house. She gestured at him through the window, then at Lisa. The gecko groaned, rolling her eyes.

“What?” Roger asked.

“She wants me to test the pheromone stuff. I don’t know why she’s so bothered by it.”

“She probably doesn’t want you to get surprised by it,” he said, shaking his head.

“Well, it’s not that big a deal. I mean, how much of an effect do you think it could really have on me?”

“Well, after coming to my room a second time, Louise was on the verge of snapping me up like a snack.”

“Yeah, but she does that to everyone.”

“The smell turned the shyest mare in the world into a femdom that was ordering her husband to get fucked by me.”

The gecko whipped her head around, blinking twice.

“…Say what?”

“Yeah.”

“You…did that with just that smell of yours?”

“Well…pretty much, yes. It’s not that I was trying to, but it kinda…happened…”

“Really?”

Lisa smirked.

“You think that it would have an effect on me?”

“Well…maybe? That’s probably why she wants to test it.”

The leopard gecko looked from him to the crocodile in the doorway, then grinned a little bit wider.

“Fine. I’m game for that. Where did she sniff?”

“Everywhere.”

“Alright. Backseat.”

They got out of the car for a moment, but only for a moment. Under Louise’s watchful eye, they went to the backseat. He laid down, and Lisa crawled on top of him, straddling him. It was rather strange to have someone that was actually smaller than him on top like this, and particularly to see her with a cocky sort of grin on her face.

“Well, let’s see if you have that magic smell, then…”

She leaned down, pressing her nose to his neck. She took in a deep breath, the feeling almost tickling to him, but not quite as tickling as the tongue that followed. He yelped slightly.

“Heh, sorry. I get a bit of smell from my tongue, too. Not as much as a snake, but a bit.”

“Yeah, warning about that would have been nice.”

“Oh, but you jumped so cutely…”

She teased, but he thought he saw something else in her eyes, something that was…different. Not quite the maternal need that Jolene had had, or the hunger that Harry did, or the generic bit of connection, friendship, and fun that André had shown, but something different. Something happy, something almost like a dog wagging its tail and grinning up at someone.

[i]…Oh boy…[/i]

The gecko leaned down again, dragging her nose along his shirt. She paused at his armpits, taking in a few deep breaths, and he could feel her shifting again, another bit of difference in her body language.

[i]Shit, shit, shit…[/i]

He looked out of the corner of his eyes, half-expecting Louise to come barreling out of the house after the two of them as this took longer and longer. Her nose nudged down along his stomach, and then wedged between his legs. She took in a deep huff, and she visibly shivered.

“Hoooo…ho…ho boy…”

“You okay?”

“Mmmph…I’m alright…” She shivered, looking up at him. “Mmmph…you…you look very…”

“Uh, Lisa?”

“Cuddly…”

She wiggled up against him again, laying over his chest and laying down on him. She let out a strange sort of vibration, a sound that he wasn’t used to hearing in the slightest, and he grunted as she pinned him in place, keeping him from moving, keeping him from doing anything.

[i]Oh, come on…[/i]

She nuzzled against his chest, though it wasn’t really a physical, sexual thing. It was more like she was getting comfy. He could feel her curling up into a little ball, nuzzling against him.

“Warm…”

“Uh, Lisa…”

“Warm belly. Warm chest. Hee hee…”

“Lisa!”

She blinked, yelping as she sat up again. As a matter of fact, she jumped right out of the car, landing on her feet a few paces back.

“Oh wow…oh holy wow…”

“Lisa!” The crocodile stepped out of the house finally, pulling her wife up against her hip while looking down at him in the car. “What happened, human?”

“She started sniffing, and then got…cuddly.”

“…Cuddly?” Louise asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah, cuddly. She was pulling up in a little ball and nuzzling my chest.”

“…Huh.”

If Lisa had been embarrassed about forgetting him at the hotel, that was nothing compared to how embarrassed she looked at having allowed that to happen. The leopard gecko’s face was as red as her spots were brown, and she whimpered, hiding her face against the crocodile’s hips. She pushed, clearly making it known that she wanted them to go inside, and Louise nodded.

Roger waited for a few minutes, making sure to get out of the car and leave the doors open for the moment. He allowed the breeze to come by, wafting past them and through the doors. When it was done, when there was probably a lot less of his scent hanging around, he slammed them shut and followed them in.

As soon as he was through the door, however, Louise grabbed him under the arms, threw him over her shoulder, and started dragging him to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?!”

“Bath time.”

“What?”

“Can’t stop you from putting off the pheromones, but I can get rid of the stuff clinging to your skin.”

“You’re kidding. I can do that myself.”

“Yeah? Can you do it rough enough to get rid of everything?”

“I can try!”

“Heh, don’t worry. I’m not gonna molest you. I just want to get [i]everything.[/i]”

Somehow, that didn’t make him feel better.

#

With at least half a layer of skin gone and smelling more like soap than anything else, Roger joined the ladies in the living room again. Lisa seemed to have recovered from her embarrassment, at least, and Louise wasn’t upset with him. Or at least, if she was, the crocodile woman was hiding it very, very well. She sat down on a couch, while he was left with an armchair.

“So, um…okay, maybe I should have taken that a bit more seriously,” Lisa said, shaking her head. “I didn’t expect human pheromones to be that strong.”

“Well, you [i]did[/i] have a shed recently, so it’s not that surprising,” Louise said.

“I guess, but…yes.” She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry for the sudden reaction there, Roger. I didn’t think anything would happen, and I wasn’t ready when it did.”

“And this is why I told you to test it first.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but we were busy earlier.”

“Busy enough to just forget about it until after you had sex? You know you stay randy for half a day after that.”

Roger was determinedly looking at the ceiling as they bantered with one another, knowing, just knowing, that something he heard was going to get him in trouble later if he didn’t look like he wasn’t paying attention to it.

[i]These girls really do not know how to keep themselves private, do they?[/i] he thought to himself.

Eventually, the bantering stopped, and they returned to the apology. Roger shook his head, waving it off.

“I figured it wasn’t intentional. That’s why I shouted; I didn’t want you to do something that you weren’t comfortable with.”

“Didn’t I make you uncomfortable?” Lisa asked.

“Oh, yeah, you did, but…well, we both knew that was going to happen. I’m a human in an Anthro world, here. I’m going to be running into things that make me feel weird and uncomfortable all the time.”

“…That does make you a great test subject, though,” Louise said.

“Don’t go down that road, love. He’s not a lab animal.”

“No, but if the lab animals were as good as he was…”

“Do you actually [i]have[/i] those, or are they just Anthros that signed up for experiments?” he asked. “We don’t actually know much about how many ‘normal’ animals are left on this side of the Wall.”

“Not many, admittedly,” the crocodile said, shaking her head and shrugging. “It’s been something that we’ve tried to track a few times, but we don’t really know how the tracking collars that the books mentioned work. We don’t know how to make them, either.”

“Yeah, I’ve been curious about something, too,” Lisa said. “Over there, do you humans know how we live?”

“Not really. We get a news broadcast from time to time, but mostly, we’re aware that you exist and that’s about it.”

They all nodded, as if that explained a lot. He couldn’t blame them. He imagined that having him around was as weird for them as it was for him.

Still, at least they were finding ways of making it work. He glanced out the window, shaking his head at the darkness. He looked toward the bedroom, and sighed.

“I think I should get some sleep.”

The ladies nodded, looking like they wanted to talk something through. He couldn’t blame them.

Going down the hall, he couldn’t help but think about the insanity of the last few days. He’d gone from being a treasured member of a herd to being someone that had to be shuffled around between homes so that he didn’t start affecting the different people around him. He had to be juggled between different Anthros until they found a medicine to start bringing his pheromone levels down, or he would end up fucking up their society.

He just hoped that André was right that it would be for the best that he stayed here. There was a good point that the different Anthros had to be exposed to this to a greater or lesser degree if humans were ever going to come over the Wall again. If humans just came running, then there’d be a hundred ways for Anthros to either start a war with them, or become complete and total slaves. Neither of those were acceptable.

Roger just hoped that it would work out well in the end.

Stepping into the bedroom, he pulled the door shut and then turned the lock on the nob. He laid down, pulled off his clothes, and went to sleep. It was warm enough that sleeping naked felt rather nice, and he smiled as he rubbed his head against the pillow, letting the coolness lull him off to sleep.

#

He woke the next morning with the feeling of a tongue against his asshole, a feeling that was almost familiar. As he groaned, he felt another lick, and the raspiness, the roughness of that tongue, told him that it had to be a cat that was licking him rather than either of the ladies in the house. Roger groaned, lifting his head from the pillow and looking over his shoulder.

It was, of all people, André. The cheetah looked up at him, smiling as he rubbed clawed fingers against the human’s ass cheeks.

“Good morning,” the Peacekeeper said.

“Um…morning. Any reason why your tongue’s between my ass cheeks?”

“Well…I might have been a little jealous of the Watfords…and I might have been needing a little refresher for my fantasies.”

“You sound like an addict there.”

“I suppose I do.” The cheetah shook his head. “It’s manageable, though. I’m not looking to do [i]just[/i] this, but I was hoping for a bit of fun, if you don’t mind.”

“I guess…”

“Lovely.”

As the cheetah went back to dragging his tongue along Roger’s hole, the human groaned and bit his lips to keep the noise down. His morning wood was already rather hard under his stomach, and it was only getting firmer the more that the cheetah licked across his pucker. He groaned under his breath again and again, hugging his pillow as he turned his head to the side.

Open window. The cheetah had probably climbed in a little bit ago, sneaking in. He huffed softly as he felt that bristly tongue pressing against his hole again, starting to work its way past the rim.

“Mmmph…ah…”

“Mmm…mmm…mmmmm…”

It was both flattering and strange to hear someone else moaning from [i]licking[/i] his hole like this. It was a lovely feeling, but it was still weird that someone wanted to just do it. He gritted his teeth from time to time as he felt that rasping, rough thing on the verge of sliding past his rim, feeling those claws in his ass cheeks gently pulling them apart. Never rough, never enough to draw blood, but wow, it was intense.

Finally, André did just what his licking had been threatening to do from the start. One good tug, and the cheeks were dragged apart, and the human’s rim folded. He gasped as he felt that tongue sliding inside of him, arching his back a little bit as it worked into him, sliding past his pucker and licking against his inner walls.

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

The feeling was as intense as he had ever imagined. Not as strong as the feeling of having his asshole opened by a horse cock, but no less intense for it. He moaned as he felt that slippery thing sliding in and out, gripping his pillow harder and muffling the sounds in it.

“Mmmph…fuck…”

“Enjoying yourself?” the cheetah asked.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Good.”

The licking continued, ranging from a simple lick around the rim to a deep thrust of that tongue, going all the way into his pucker and then pushing into his prostate a few times before pulling out and circling again. The wet, hot tease was just perfect for keeping his cock throbbing hard and begging for attention, and he ground his face back and forth into the pillow as he was kept ‘pinned’ by the eager cheetah.

He could feel his orgasm slowly rising, could feel his balls churning as that tongue flicked his hole again and again and again, slowly working him up. The happy moans and chirps of the feline behind him told him that the big guy was having a fun time, still, obviously enjoying digging his tongue around back there, but fuck. It was so naughty, so deep, so eager, and so…

So nice to have this sort of ‘service’ from someone else.

He blushed as he imagined the cheetah’s face. Ever since André had said that he came here to refresh his memories, it reminded him of all the different Anthros that had wanted attention from him since. The way that they had cuddled, the way that they had come back, the way that they kept wanting him to touch them and indulge them. It was like everyone he met got a low-level addiction to him.

It was flattering, boosted his libido like nothing else, and kept reminding him that they needed to do something about this.

Panting, he managed to get a grip on the cheetah’s head, pushing him back from his pucker. André smiled, letting him roll over. Roger’s cock throbbed all too hard as he laid on his back, the whole thing humiliatingly difficult.

“Looks like you could use a little more help.”

“I think that you just want the cream,” the human muttered.

“I wouldn’t say no.”

“And you would be sad if I said no.”

“It’s been…enjoyable,” the cheetah said with a small chuckle. “And yes, I know I probably shouldn’t…but one more shouldn’t hurt.”

“…Mmmph. Fine.”

He was going to have to kick the cheetah out of his room to stop it from happening, anyway. He might as well enjoy this.

André nodded, sliding down and pulling the human’s cock right into his mouth, dragging it down to the back of his throat before swallowing, hard. The feeling of that pulling, that suction, was more than enough to drag a moan out of him, and he hissed under his breath as he felt that throbbing feeling, that clenching tightness of the feline’s throat.

His fingers found the bedsheets, tugging on them and clenching on them in a desperate attempt to keep his head above the metaphorical water. He was swimming in lust as André bounced his head up and down, up and down.

[i]Fuck…fuck…so good…[/i]

He leaned his head back, grinding it against the pillow as he clenched his teeth against the rising stimulation. More, more, more kept coming, making it so hard for him to think, so hard for him to hold himself together. His hips started hunching, and he panted as he fucked the cat’s face from below.

“Mmmph…sorry…”

There was no problem on the cheetah’s end, though. He only seemed to want to take it deeper, to enjoy himself that much more. He grabbed hold of Roger’s legs, and the human took it as a sign to keep thrusting.

In, out, in, out, his balls swinging around as he moved. He could feel that lust from the feline, could feel the hunger. Each swallow pulled his cock deeper, dragged it further down that eager throat.

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

He was getting less and less quiet, and he could feel André eagerly pulling on his cock, that tongue working along the underside, encouraging him to get rougher. Clawed fingers pulled him deeper, one hand moving to his balls, rolling them around, teasing them, making them feel all the fuller.

[i]Mmmph…ah…ah…[/i]

He couldn’t stop moaning, his thoughts wiped out with the pleasure that André was giving him. The cat seemed like he was a creature possessed, unable to stop, shoving his face forward. He barely felt it, but it was still there, the puffing sniffing going on every time that André reached the base of his cock, sucking in the scent of his cock and balls and his crotch and his musk.

His pheromones.

The cheetah let out a muffled mewl, a vibrating moan around the base of his cock, and that was all that Roger needed. After the rimming and the blowjob, he couldn’t take anymore.

Grunting, he grabbed hold of the cat’s head, holding him down, and he slammed his hips forward. He buried his cock all the way back in the cheetah’s throat, holding it there as he came, and came, and came again, each squirt hot and heavy. He moaned, and he heard the sound of something moving around in the hallway.

Louise.

A knock at his door followed, and he groaned, curling his toes as the cheetah sucked on him, swallowing down his load. Louise called through the wooden barrier.

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah, just…just fine.” He blushed. “Um…might have a little visitor at the moment…”

“What? You mean – oh, come on…”

“Yeah, um…André snuck in.”

“…How attached to your dick is he?”

“…Pretty attached,” he admitted when the cat didn’t move when he pushed on the feline’s forehead.

“Alright. I’ll put another plate out for breakfast. I swear, if you invited him –”

“I – mmph! I didn’t!”

“I hope not. We’ll talk about this later.”

The thudding footsteps of the crocodile woman faded away, and he was just grateful that she had never opened the door. He looked down at André, seeing that the Peacekeeper was happily nursing against his cock, sucking softly and purring as loud as he could. Roger sighed, flopping back.

[i]Goddammit.[/i]

#

Roger and André joined the ladies at the breakfast table a half hour later. He had taken the time to grab a shower to get rid of the sweat he’d worked up from the sudden morning blowjob and rimming, while André had taken the time to adjust his uniform and look a bit less disheveled. They’d barely had a chance to sit down before Louise ripped into the Peacekeeper.

“So, any reason you bring him here and then come around like some sort of fuck-boy looking for a booty call?”

“I was here to establish a reminder of his pheromones effectiveness, and to ensure that you two were not falling victim to them,” the cheetah said, all business. “I assume that you are being affected less than me?”

“Well…I am,” Louise said, shaking her head. “Lisa, on the other hand…”

“Really? And what sort of effects have you felt, Lisa?”

“Um…” The leopard gecko blushed. “I would have been more comfortable if it had been sexual, let me put it that way.”

“What happened?”

“You know, um…You know how some reptiles can get with warm rocks, hot days, and other things like that?”

The cheetah nodded.

“Well, I got like that with his chest.”

“Quite the…regression,” André said.

Roger nodded, though he didn’t say anything. He had been a bit surprised at the way that Lisa had been so free about sex but so embarrassed about that. It had taken him until that moment to realize just why that was.

Sexually, André and the others had still been intelligent, just overwhelmed with a number of different needs. However, with the cuddling, Lisa had been dropped down a few IQ points, and perhaps more than a few, as she was in the grips of the dumb lizard need to be with some hot rocks and to enjoy that simple pleasure.

No wonder she felt embarrassed about that.

“It seems that the pheromones ‘wake’ different instincts depending on species, and depending on one’s own interests,” André said. “I’m sorry that there were difficulties. I know that you were pressured into going along with this, but I still apologize that this happened.”

“Yeah, somehow, I think you’re not that sorry after you got your fun,” Louise said.

“He was quite consensual.”

“Yeah? I bet you that you started before waking him up.”

“…”

“Knew it,” the crocodile muttered, rolling her eyes.

“It was still consensual when he did wake up.”

“You couldn’t wake him up and ask first?”

“…Hmm. Apparently, I couldn’t,” André said, as if it was the first time that he had actually thought about it. “I didn’t even…Huh.”

Every Anthro turned to look at him, and he could tell that they were all wondering just what else might happen to them while he was around. Truth be told, Roger was wondering the same thing.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: After a few hours at the motel, Roger comes back to the reptile house. However, he finds out that Lisa has a bit of a different reaction to his pheromones than Louise does.

Tags: M/M, cheetah, gecko, crocodile, human, pheromones, scent, human addiction, rimming, blowjob, morning wood, erection, cuddling, warmth, embarrassment, series, cum, orgasm,