Page 40 of Crocodile Tears
I work her methodically, curling my fingers to find the spot that makes her back arch while my thumb continues circling her clit.She’s panting now, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rides my hand.I’d love to taste her, but that’s too big a risk under the circumstances—though this whole encounter is pure insanity.Knowing that doesn’t mean I can stop.
“Are you ready for me?”I ask when she’s gasping and desperate.
“Yes.Please, Cal.I need you inside me.”
I shift our positions to bring my cock against her pussy, leaving us both breathless with anticipation.I brush the head of my cock against her entrance, and she whimpers softly at the contact.The sound makes something primal stir in my chest—part protective instinct and part raw desire.
“I love how wet you are,” I whisper against her lips, teasing her with shallow movements that make her hips buck, seeking more.
“Please.”She digs her nails into my shoulders.“Stop teasing.”
When I finally push inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size, her mouth falls open in a silent gasp of pleasure.Her core feels incredible—hot and tight and perfect around me, like her body was designed specifically for mine.“God, Becci.”I pause when I’m fully seated inside her, overwhelmed by the sensation.“You feel amazing.”
She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, taking me even deeper.“Move,” she whispers urgently.“I need you to move.”
I pull out slowly until only the tip remains inside her before thrusting back in with controlled force that makes her cry out softly.The angle is perfect, hitting spots that make her eyes roll back with pleasure.
“Yes.”She gasps, meeting my next thrust with her own movement.“Just like that.”
I establish a rhythm that has her trembling against me, each stroke designed to maximize the friction and pressure that’s driving us both toward madness.The storage room fills with the sound of our breathing and the soft noises of our bodies joining.
“You like this?”I ask, changing the angle slightly to hit a spot that makes her back arch.
“I love it.”She bites her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.“I love the way you feel inside me.”
Her excitement triggers a partial shift, making scales appear along her shoulders and arms.Her eyes take on the predatory focus of her crocodile nature.For a moment, I’m concerned about compatibility issues between our shifted forms.
Those concerns evaporate when her transformation enhances rather than complicates our connection.Her increased strength allows her to match my movements with athletic precision while her enhanced senses seem to amplify every touch and sensation.
My own shift begins in response to hers—enhanced strength and endurance that allows me to support her weight effortlessly while maintaining the rhythm that’s driving us both toward release.My skin takes on the subtle texture of scales, and my grip on her hips becomes more possessive.
Where our bodies join, we both maintain perfect human form, minimizing any possible conflict between our beastly shapes.“You’re incredible like this,” I whisper against her ear as I surge deeply inside her, and she responds by tightening her pussy around me in ways that make rational thought impossible.
“Cal… ” She drags her claws gently down my back, careful not to cause damage while still expressing the intensity of what she’s feeling.“Don’t stop.”
I increase my pace, driving into her with the kind of controlled power that only comes from enhanced shifter strength.Each thrust pushes her higher up the wall, and she has to wrap her arms around my neck to maintain her position.
“Is this what you wanted?”I ask, punctuating each word with a deep stroke that makes her gasp.
“Yes.”Her voice is barely coherent.“Exactly what I wanted.”
The combination of danger, adrenaline, and desperate attraction creates an intensity I’ve never experienced before.Every nerve ending feels hyperactive, every sensation magnified beyond normal human capacity.
“I feel how close you are,” I murmur, adjusting my angle to increase the pressure against her most sensitive spots.“Let go for me, Becci.”
She shakes her head, trying to maintain control.“Not yet.I want this to last.”
But her body betrays her words, trembling and tightening around me in ways that suggest she’s fighting a losing battle against her own pleasure.I slow my movements deliberately, making each stroke long and deep and measured.“Then we’ll take our time.”
The change in rhythm makes her whimper with frustration and need.“That’s not fair.”
“Nothing about this situation is fair.”I capture her mouth in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and barely controlled hunger.“But I’m going to make sure you remember every second of it.”
I couldn’t stop if enemy forces were breaking down the door.The feel of her body responding to mine, the sounds she makes when I hit exactly the right angle, the way she looks at me like I’m something precious and dangerous—all of it combines into an experience that transcends the physical.
When I feel her starting to peak, I thrust harder and faster, giving her the intensity she needs to fall over the edge.Her release hits like a shock wave, and she buries her face against my shoulder to muffle her cry of pleasure.The sensation of her sheath contracting around me triggers my own climax, and I come inside her with a low growl that probably carries more of my Gila monster nature than is appropriate.
For several heartbeats, we remain locked together, breathing hard and trembling with aftershocks.Her scales gradually fade as her shift subsides, and my own enhanced features return to baseline human appearance.
