Page 52 of Crocodile Tears
I vary my technique based on his responses, using my enhanced flexibility to create angles and pressures impossible for human partners.The way he trembles beneath my ministrations, the increasingly desperate quality of his breathing, and the barely restrained power in his grip all feed something hungry in my chest that has nothing to do with scientific curiosity.
When he’s trembling with barely controlled need, I release him and move back up his body, positioning myself above him with deliberate slowness.“Ready for the next phase of testing?”
Cal’s eyes show the kind of focused intensity I associate with complex problem-solving.“What do you need from me?”
“I need you to not hold back your shifting.I want to experience full compatibility rather than modified human approximation.”
He responds by allowing his own partial transformation, creating textural changes that enhance our physical connection beyond anything I’ve experienced with human partners.When I lower myself onto his cock, the sensations are amplified by our enhanced physiology.
“Perfect.”I gasp while adjusting to his size from this angle and noting the new sensory information.“This is exactly what I hypothesized.”
Cal’s hands guide my movements while his shifted features create expression patterns I find fascinating and attractive.“Your hypothesis was accurate.”
I establish a rhythm that takes advantage of our enhanced strength and flexibility, rolling my hips in ways that would be impossible without shifter capabilities.Each movement sends waves of sensation through both of us, and I find myself cataloging not just the physical responses but the way he looks at me, like I’m something precious and wild at the same time.
“More research required,” I manage while increasing the tempo and bracing my hands against his chest for leverage.
The muscles under my palms flex as Cal responds by gripping my hips and shifting our positions in one fluid motion.His enhanced strength makes it effortless to support my weight while keeping us joined, and the new angle sends sparks of pleasure racing up my spine to places that make rational thought nearly impossible.
“How’s this for research data?”he asks, his voice rough with exertion as he establishes a rhythm that tests every bit of my scientific detachment.
“Excellent experimental design.”I exhale raggedly, meeting his thrusts with enthusiasm.The way he fills me, the friction and pressure hitting exactly the right spots, is beyond anything I calculated or hypothesized.
Our reptilian characteristics emerge naturally as we move together.My scales create textured friction patterns against his skin, which has taken on the subtle roughening that comes with his own partial shift.The enhanced flexibility lets us find positions that would challenge normal human anatomy while our increased strength makes possible the kind of intense, demanding movements that my crocodile nature has always craved but I’ve never been able to explore.
For the first time in any intimate encounter, I don’t have to monitor my shifting or moderate my strength.Cal not only accepts my complete reptilian nature but responds with his own enhanced capabilities, creating feedback loops of sensation and intensity that build exponentially.
“I don’t have to hold back.”The words come out breathlessly as I ride him with an abandon that feels revolutionary.My scales have spread across my shoulders and down my arms, creating patterns of sensitivity I’ve never experienced during sex.
Cal’s grip on my hips tightens, his fingers pressing into my skin with possession that sends heat racing through my veins.“Don’t hold back anything.”
The permission unleashes responses I’ve suppressed in every previous relationship.My scales extend further, climbing up my neck and down my torso in patterns that catch the lamplight.My strength increases, allowing me to move with demands that would overwhelm a human partner.Cal meets every movement with equal intensity, his own shift creating the kind of primal interaction that makes something deep in my chest unclench for the first time.
“This is what I needed,” I say, the vulnerability of it making my voice crack even as I build toward a climax that feels more intense than anything I’ve experienced.“To not have to hide what I am.”
Cal’s eyes, now showing flecks of reptilian gold, hold mine as he maintains the rhythm that’s driving us both toward inevitable release.“This is what we both needed.To be exactly what we are.”
The emotion in his words combined with the physical intensity of our connection pushes me toward an edge I’ve never approached before—not just physical release, but something that feels like acceptance so complete it might change me permanently.
When my orgasm hits, it triggers full-body responses that include partial shifting and enhanced sensory processing.The intensity overwhelms my usually controlled responses, leaving me crying out with abandon while my body contracts around Cal’s cock.
His release follows immediately, triggered by my reactions and enhanced by our reptilian compatibility.He pulls me against him while spending himself inside me, creating the kind of primal satisfaction that my crocodile nature recognizes as perfect mating behavior.
For several minutes, we remain locked together while our enhanced physiologies process the intensity of what just occurred.My scales gradually fade as my shifting subsides, but the satisfaction remains at levels that suggest significant neurochemical changes.
“That was… ” I search for words while trying to catch my breath.
Cal strokes my hair as his features shift back to normal.“Incredible?Amazing?Awe-inspiring?”
With a laugh, I settle against his chest, my brain already trying to make sense of what just happened.“I think the partial shifting amplified everything way beyond normal human responses.”
“You’re analyzing our sex life already?”
I trace lazy patterns on his chest.“I’m trying to figure out what made that so different from every other relationship I’ve had.”
He chuckles and adjusts so we’re both more comfortable.“And?”
“Complete acceptance, I guess.I’ve never been with someone who wasn’t at least a little freaked out by the reptile side.”I pause, thinking.“Also, my whole controlled laboratory life suddenly seems limited compared to the past few days.”
