"Prepare to be buried deep within my cloaca, mammal!" You squelch at the very words, pressing further away from the now-advancing bulk of the reptile. He firmly grasps your shoulders, roughly pinning your back against a nearby tree. His clawed hands tear at your shoulders drawing blood, and your weak cry only entices the crocodile further. "Oh, now little one, don't..." saliva ran free of his pleasure-slackened jaw, " s-chlick, don't frett. Don't worry little swine; we'll have a swell time."
Each broad creme-white section of his reptilian belly coarsely ran up your pinned face. It was too rough, and you couldn't dislodge your head from between his chest and the trunk of the tree behind you. But this wasn't what worried you; it was the creature's nethers that drew ever closer as he crawled up the trunk. The off-red end of his hooked member mashes into your belly button, slipping upward under the glide of its own fluids past your sweaty stomach and between your tensed pecs. He tauntingly rubs his musky cock around your nose.
"Get used to that aroma, meat. It will be your best acquainted in only moments," he hisses sibilantly in a snarky tone. But this thing was surely right: you could feel the very gap of his cloaca from which his member stuck out from now skirting your brow. And with a gasp from your mouth, the gape clasps hungrily around your skull, sucking forcefully at your head. The weight of the reptile presses down to easily engulf your smaller form. You scream in a muffle; his flesh now fully down to your collarbone. His pleasureful moan rumbles through your entwined bodies from bellowing lungs to farthest appendage. The pressure holds your breath, and clasps your nostril, possibly to your favor, as rippling bands of thick muscle suck and slurp around your head, pulling it further into his folds.
"Oh, what I love of this!" He calls to the air as his claws rend tree bark.
Even as oxygen deprivation takes its hold you wince to the heavy thud of his massive tail upon your lower torso. This cannot be the end, not like this! Your mind is racing. A fist strikes his tail base, the other pries at the hold of his struggling lips, but it seems you've only just managed to help the beast; your shoulders were just barely too wide for his cloacal muscles to pull around, and now they've hungrily began advancing over your now-trapped hand! You slip sideways and soon he churrs to his pleasure as your masculine form stretches his hole wide, grinding slowly past his raging member to occupy his expansive interior. Soon his body has consumed down to your elbow, and with it your upper torso. His body has clearly distended with what of you has been taken, and the scales all stand apart, with your struggling form spurring through to his crocadilian cock already well lubricated against the relatively smooth surface of the tree, and within little time the massive creature has worked itself into a slicked rhythm against the plant. Creamy fluid oozes down your back in a neglected way; you didn't feel it being pushed under the croc's tail.
A jet of ejaculate shoots free of his bucking, narrowly missing the reptile's muzzle, then another, and more afterward; some even manage to strike his jaw in his mindless bliss. For a minute his legs waver and his thoughts glaze over, in which time he easily slides down your body, settling atop your pelvis. He chuckles, feeling the warmth of your comparatively smaller pecker against the underside of his tail.
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