Crocodiles can go through 4,000 teeth in their lifetime.
Crocodiles have weak opening jaw muscles, this allows you to hold their mouths closed with bare hands (do noy attempt) they also can't sweat, rather they almost pant to cool down. and! the saltwater crocodile is the animal with the strongest bite force (that is currently alive)
sorry I am a reptile fan
Contains: men whimpering ofc, Baur doesn't last long because crocs only mate for a few minutes, it's okie though because he has fast recovery, consent is sexy as always, men in lingerie (duh), porn with feelings, thigh/chest biting (on Baur)
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It was a moment of peace you had found. Sitting alone in the library of the palace, a place the princess wouldn't look for you, or at least not for a while. You reclined on a spacious chair. Plush with green velvet, a dark wood as the base. The curtains open showing the dark skies just beyond, beautiful stars and the shining moon helped the candles light the room. The summer heat did not reach you within the confines of the library. And the Silence, it was blissful. All you could hear was the faint sound of wind trapped behind the walls. A heavenly sound after being yelled at by her majesty in front of the court, it was a simple mistake you had made, you couldn't even recall what it was you did. And yet you were ridiculed.
“Quite the scene you caused.” A stern yet teasing voice spoke up, you’d be startled had you not heard him approaching. “And you’re getting sloppy, I could hear you before you reached the door.”
Baur walked up behind you and placed his hands on the back of your chair. “You are one to talk.”
You scowled at him, you were once a soldier like him, fought alongside him and your general for many years. Until, you were wounded too much to continue forward in battle. Going down a leg was not easy to manage. And being nobly discharged was not fun either. Sure you were given a job at the palace to account for loss of income, but you’d rather take to the battlefield than deal with the princess and her whining. Not that you’d ever voice that out loud.
“State your business soldier. If you have none then leave me be.” Baur shifted behind you, “I wished to speak to you.” circling around to face you he leaned over you in the chair. You have known Baur for many decades, but never had you seen him look at you with such a hunger. A deep desire, one that made you feel small under him.
Or perhaps that was simply the fact you were much smaller.
Either way you glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. “And what is it you’d like to speak about?” Neither of you wanted to look away, even as the tense in the room became suffocating. His eyes were so pretty, all of him was pretty you thought.
Where was this coming from? You’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of your friend like this, but you had been so good repressing all thoughts and feelings of him like this.
Baur leaned back and reached a hand to you, asking you to join him. A silently pleading look on his face, one you have come to love like all the rest of him. You rolled your eyes and sat up, taking the fae’s hand as you followed him down the long halls you call home. You could recognise the path to your chambers as you passed the portrait of the queen in her youth. Her haunting eyes felt like they were trailing you both. Reaching your door you were quick to open it, Baur seemed a moment away from snapping, and if it was in any other context you’d be concerned about what was the matter. But you had a pretty good guess as to what he was feeling right now. And you felt the same, many years of battle together and you never worked up the courage to tell him how you felt, but fate seemed to pull you together nonetheless.
Leading him into your room you were promptly picked up and carried to your bed. “I lost a leg, not the ability to walk, you know.” Baur bit his lip, fangs grazing his bottom lip. He looked around the room for a moment, thinking over his words carefully. “I wanted to speak to you, and…show you something should you give your consent. I’ve longed to say this to you and there is no better time than now.”
He dropped to his knees before you, his arm crossed across his chest in declaration, “I wanted to share my unyielding love for you and should you permit it I’d like to show you the extent of my love.” His face was turned down and eyes closed tightly. Like he feared you would attack him. You blinked a few times in surprise, you had seen this coming but still it was completely different to hear it from Baur himself.
“I…shall permit it.”
He lifted his shirt over his head to reveal the prettiest green lace, detailed patterns embroidered on, the fabric hugging him in all the right places. The nicest sight you’ve seen in a while.
Oh seven above you were going to ruin this fae.
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His skin was littered with marks. Thighs and chest adoring hickies and love bites, he panted softly as you dragged your hand across the lacey bra he wore, it was really shocking to you that he’d get all dressed up for you. Delicately wrapped in the prettiest of clothes.
“Please, continue.” Baur looked away, feeling a bit pathetic for begging you to stop messing with him, to stop tugging down the bustier and sucking on his chest. But you weren't done savoring the moment, how could you rush at such a time like this?
No, you intended to make him suffer for a bit longer.
Baur grabbed the back of your head and brought you into a heated kiss, tongue lapping at your lips asking you to let him in. You tugged at his hair pulling him away as he whimpered like a mutt. “Now, don't you want this to last? We have all night sergeant.” He glared at you, a pout clear on his face. “Don’t you know it’s rude to be such a tease?” Baur grumbled out, moving to leave open mouth kisses down your neck, sharp teeth threatening to break your skin should you keep him waiting. You sighed, it would seem your lover wasn’t a patient one. Oh well.
Taking your hand you traced down his body, stopping to pinch him on the stomach, if only to make his abs tense. He was sculpted beautifully, from his shining eyes to his scales running down his body, every part of him was stunning. You allowed your hand to rest on the bulge in his panties. The room felt hotter than the summer heat outside, almost too hot. The green haired fae before you jolted up to meet your hand. A desperate effort to make you let him control the pace, you began to gently stroke his dick. The fabric prevents him from feeling the warm touch of your hand. He reached down to pull your dress up enough to reach into your undergarments. Baur matched your teasing pace, occasionally dipping his fingers into your wet heat slightly, a taste of what was to come should you quit your games. “You act like you’ll die if I don't let you bed me this very moment.” “I very well might.” he bit back.
“Very well, but next time we go slow.” Baur became shy at the thought of another night with you, but he couldn’t falter now that he has gotten what he has wanted for decades. Not when you lay back and spread yourself so nice for him. He slotted himself between your legs, a sway to his hips as he did. As he leaned over you he let out a growl, deep and clear. Looking at you with pleading eyes. You had assumed he wanted you to say you wanted him just as much as you. “Baur please, I want you so bad, please show me how much you love me.” He looked like he was about to cry, instead he gruffly replied “So now you want to hurry along. Very well, for you حبيبي I will do anything.”
He pulled down your panties with precision, a man with one goal in mind, to make you feel good. Staring at your pussy with a fascination he nervously began to part your folds. He plunged one finger in, looking up to your face to confirm you weren’t in any pain. The way you twitched and moaned slightly only empowered him to slowly drag his finger back and forth. “Ah….Baur please, keep going.” He immediately slipped another finger in and nipped at your throat. Seconds felt like hours as his slow pace continued, slowly adding more fingers until four stretched you out. Your voice was already beginning to give out from all the begging. Now you regret making Baur wait so long, he seemed all too cheery paying you back for earlier.
“هعمل زي ما انت عايز يا حبيبي” he pulled back only to push himself against you, grinding down on you, trying to enter you without having to raise himself off you for even a moment. And once he did manage to slip in your back arched and a gargled noise of shock, he was big, shouldn’t be a shock considering the rest of him was also big. But when you felt him enter you you were grateful he had taken such care to stretch you beforehand. It felt good if not a bit uncomfortable, “you are…so warm.” Baur’s voice was muffled against your skin. A deep rumble came the back of his throat as he tested the waters with a shallow thrust. You keened, a wail that echoed in your small room. Baur did it again, and again. Until he had started to build up a steady pace. His body being that of a soldier allowed him to maintain his speed all while pressing deeper. Your nails embedded themselves in his skin. Soon he would be sporting the marks of your pleasure with a sense of pride. “Baur!” you squealed like a broken record.
All too quickly Baur’s hips began to jerk, his movements all but stopping as he released, a whine escaped him that if he had been in the right mind he’d be embarrassed by. Instead he began to whine against your neck, licking and sucking hickies on your skin.
You stared at the roof, though pleasurable you had not been able to get off yourself. You wondered if it was even worth it to complain. Not long did you have to ponder before his lips were on yours and you could feel him trying to slip his dick back to your warmth that he craved.
It would seem your lover was up for round 2.
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هعمل زي ما انت عايز يا حبيبي = "I will do as you wish, my dear"
حبيبي = "my love"
