Chapter 22: Coming of the King (Part 1) [NSFW]

[Clock - 11:09 | 11:09 AM]

[Calendar - 13/02/2003]

[Location - Croc Kingdom (Name Pending) - Old Gotham, Gotham City, New Jersey]

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Warning! Warning!

Men Kissing! Men Holding Hands! Perhaps even more! 

Go read at Questionable Questing for NSFW images!

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Atlas covered his face with hands to hide his embarrassment... The way he acted was so fucking embarrassing! His flushed red body was sore, from the tip of his fingers to his non-existent toes- Beside him, the lush green scales of the one and only big dicked crocodilian king known as Waylon Jones, held his body with clawed hands. Atlas was still flushed, he was still winded out and a he felt a little bit tired (a lot tired, but he would not let the smug crocodile know about it), his ass still felt the result of a night of furious fornication. The banquet went well, with everyone talking and having fun- when it ended, Atlas crowned Waylon with the king with the crown he made, and everyone went home! Buck did make a praying gesture with his single hand before he smirked and walked away, being followed by 35 baby crocodiles and their mother (the other 20 were in the farm), leaving Atlas to guide Waylon to his quarters, a good place to sleep-

And that was when Atlas remembered, well, let me show you-

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Flashback

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[Clock - 23:36 | 11:36 PM]

[Calendar - 12/02/2003]

[Location - Foundation Station Train, Croc Kingdom (Name Pending) - Old Gotham, Gotham City]

Atlas had just finished touring Waylon through the entire kingdom, a proud smile on his face as he explained to him everything that went on making the homes, and the four special buildings. He explained to him that these four buildings were created to try and get the favor of the four gods, so they would bless him and the kingdom! He chose Isis because of her wisdom, Sobek because he is a crocodile god and a god of kings (Pharaohs, but the same applies) and could offer power to him, he chose Hathor because she was a Goddess of Women, Beauty, Parties, Alcohol and a bunch of other things too, and he chose her more for the kingdom than the king- and Ptah, he chose Ptah because he was the patron god of sculptors, creators, and artists! And, well, Atlas is kind of one? He made a sculpture! And an entire kingdom, if that does not count as making something, he will riot! "-and, I'm realizing now, that I made everyone a place and I forgot to make you one too." As he floated before the entrance to the train of Foundation Station, Atlas started to feel... nervous: "And I also realized I'm the only one of the kingdom, besides the king, that has no home of his own." They stayed in complete silence as Atlas felt nervous, remembering the words Waylon had told him. Awkwardly, he clenched his fists over his clothes and berated himself for being so fucking stupid and just for once grap an opportunity, not be a loser like you've always been- "So, uhm, you wanna come in...?"

"Heh-" Waylon, that same smug grin on his face that he had a few minutes ago, said: "-I want to come in, alright." With the patience of a Buddhist monk- no, I'm just kidding. Waylon was can be patient when it comes to things he wants (see exhibit 1: Him staying away for weeks to make sure his kingdom was not affected by him being rescued from Akrham Asylum, even though he wanted to be here and help) but right now he was everything but patient. Seeing as he simply grabbed Atlas with both hands like he was a toy, and pushed into the train. Atlas was awfully quiet through the whole way, but that was because he couldn't keep his nerves down! Waylon, however, was excited- it's been a while since the last time, and, well, the boy is cute. He worked hard to make him (make them? Well, he's sure he didn't make an entire kingdom to get into his pants, because of he did? Damn, that's a level of dedication he won't ever achieve) his kingdom and this crown, so of course he had to reward him, right? Remembering a certain conversation they had, he already knew what the boy would like- His dick, of course.

So, when entered Cart 10 where he knew the boy slept in, he was kinda surprised to find... nothing much. There was a bed, a bet with a mattress on it, but besides that? Only a single table. If you ignore the whole weird panel full of buttons that glowed, there wasn't much in this cart besides what Atlas would use, which happens to be a bed and a table. "Huh, minimalist much?" He commented and look down to see Atlas look at him nervously- his entire face was flushed red, and he looked like he was going to run away from him out of embarrassment more than fear (and that was a new one, people usually run away from him because he is going to kill them), and that looked kinda cute. Cute in a 'small animal' kind of way. "Well, you look so nervous kid, it's almost like you've never-" It was then that it clicked in Waylon's head, a large grin started to spread over his mouth, revealing all his sharp teeth (he pretended like he didn't see Atlas look at them in a... particular way) as he said: "-you haven't, have you? Just a pure little boy that has never been touched before, huh? A little virgin... That's adorable." Maybe he was having too much fun with it, because when Atlas started squirming under him, he felt more aroused than he thought he would. I mean, there was the illusion of power, the illusion of having control over this entire situation- Waylon was very aware that if Atlas wanted, he could simply teleport away from him, so he was here out of his own free will. "So, I'm going to be your first, huh?"

"...yeah." Atlas squeaked out, cosplaying a tomato- He could feel Waylon's hands on his waist, he has no toes but if he did, he's pretty sure they'd be curling up right now! "...so...uhm, what do we do?" There is a stark difference between writing various explicit scenes about sex in fanfictions like Atlas has done many times in the past, and although he was a whore at heart, he was but a pure maiden that was never even touched by someone before~ Of course, that does not include himself: "I... don't know much?" Well, he did know about sex and how sex happened, but fiction is one thing and reality is another- he knew the rules, but he never played the game. "Lube, right? Lube... I think I can get it?" Nervously, he reached out towards his bag of holding and pulled it off of his waist and into his chest, nervously (his fingers were trembling) he tried to pull out a vial of oil (olive oil, because that's all the lube he has- hey, if the Greeks could do it, why can't they?) and looked up at Waylon-

"Woah there, cowboy, not so fast." Grabbing the trembling hand, Waylon chuckled- he waited for a few moments until Atlas was no longer shivering from sheer excitement and nervousness, saying: "I might be a big monster, but I try to be good sometimes." He took off his leather jacket- Atlas has been saying he'll make him royal clothes in the future, specifically clothes that would not hinder his movement and act as secondary armor -and let it fall on the ground, lowering himself until his nose was touching Atlas' own small pink-ish nose: "So, let's start slow? A simple kiss-" He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue out- It was a long, forked tongue. Not because he was born with it forked, but it was made to be like this when he was in that cursed circus. Well, he can't complain about it when it has been of great use to him in pleasuring women and men alike- seriously, forked tongues are useful in oral. "-open wide~"

Waylon thought that 'Hey, I'm his first, so gotta make it memorable, right?' But he was not even aware that this? This was also Atlas' first kiss.

Yes, yes, laugh it up. A 20 something guy who hasn't had his first kiss yet... But, well, the forked tongue was weirdly good, okay? And Waylon had an impressive control over it, which made Atlas curl his non-existent toes as Waylon held him and clenched his hands, his claws pressing against his skin made him feel things. The roughness of those scales and the softness of the leathery skin underneath was also kinda great to feel... He let Waylon do whatever he wanted, mostly because he couldn't bother and because he was enjoying not doing anything right now.

Waylon pulled back and looked down, the bridge of saliva connecting their tongues broke and Waylon couldn't help but smirk at how easily he made Atlas go from nervous to relaxed and looking kinda silly. His gaze darkened for a moment as he gazed into that open mouth, and there was the familiar itchiness by his crotch that was a sign of his cock- he saw the relaxed face Atlas had close as he looked down, eyes wide, and Waylon felt smug. "Yeah, you like what you see?"

"...where did that come from- that wasn't there!" Atlas felt more nervous now- that certainly wasn't there before! Is this some kind of crocodilian dick magic or something? Did that simply grow out of his body- Oh gods, is Waylon magical in nature-

"I don't know." Was the simple response the smug Waylon gave: "It simply happens- balls and dick... It's kinda weird that when I'm not feeling it or don't want to-" Like magic, Atlas blinked and watched as it simply... slipped into an almost invisible thin slit, everything going back inside (even though Waylon looked kinda uncomfortable doing that while his dick was hard), it was kinda like tucking your painfully hard dick in a very tight and painful enclosed space... Like tight pants. "-it simply goes back in. Cool, right? Can't get kicked in the balls if the balls magically go inside your body." Nonchalantly, the small slit opened up and once again the same dick plopped out with a heavy and meaty slap against the bed, Waylon simply grinned back: "Now, where were we...?"

"Uh... Can I touch it...?" Atlas reached out towards the dick- This was going to be the first one he has touched (that isn't his own, of course) and he wanted to make sure it was... Well, he just wanted to touch it, okay!? They aren't even fucking yet, and he was already feeling weak. His hand wrapped around the head, it was warm and pulsed with Waylon's heartbeat... He had to swallow his saliva back: "Uh- nice cock? What the fuck am I supposed to say in this situation?"

"Nothing." Waylon chuckled- it was honestly kinda adorable to watch Atlas just being awkward and panicking over little things as he was a bundle of nerves: "Why not start with something simple then?" With a hand resting on Atlas' head, he tightened his grip on the boy's hair and grinned with sharp teeth as he pulled Atlas' head closer, ordering: "Suck it."

"...can you give me, like, one moment-" Before Waylon could answer, Atlas worked. He casted two spells on himself that he felt like he needed! [Alter Self] and [Flatten Self] were two different 2nd level spells of the Transmutation school of magic, but both were useful here. With [Alter Self], he chose to modify his body to get rid of gag reflex and he also used [Flatten Self] but modified the spell a little- you see, the spell makes your bones go soft and flattens you like a pancake, but he only applied the first half of the spell, making his bones go soft and bendable. "Okay-" He hadn't even finished speaking, his head was shoved forward and thank the gods he casted those two spells, because it went right in without any issue, besides the surprise, of course. He had no gag reflex too, so win!

...he didn't know then, but he would be played by Waylon like a fiddle.