The Chaotix, The Fox and The Dingo | By : LootingLizards Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 1130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Eight; The Fun Begins
Wait, what? Why? This had been Espio and Joe's reaction to the crocodiles' plan of action for the evening, It came just too suddenly for them to understand. Then again, the crocodiles were always too cryptic for them to suss. Now left alone, they could finally have some peace in isolation. The stench of swamp gas was seeping through the knots in the wooden floor, which Espio knelt down to breathe in. “Eh?” Joe remarked in the living area as he spotted Espio's content face taking large sniffs at air. “The fuck are you doing, Espio?” He was now stood over the chameleon, waiting irritably for an answer. Espio finished breathing in, and peered up blissfully at the komodo dragon. “It just triggers a pleasant memory for me, that's all.” Joe, while puzzled, shrugged and began to walk out of the living area. He stopped when he heard an soft moan from Espio's direction, and he hissed as he span around and witnessed Espio panting heavily, not caring for the drool that was hitting the deck. “Ah, what kind of memory would this...” Joe began, but he winced as he saw Espio's penis begin to become erect. “Um, I'll just be meditating outside, if that's alright with you” he muttered, his lisp apparently becoming worse due to how uncomfortable he felt having seen something he'd rather have not.
Unable to acknowledge Joe due to being in the middle of masturbation, Espio had long abandoned his prudence. Embracing the memory that had taunted him so much two nights ago, his penis was now out in full again. He took deep, lusting whiffs of gas as he slowly rubbed along the shaft. At this point he'd be willing to beg on the floor like a bitch for just the smallest peek at Vector's own manhood. He imagined how large it'd be, how strong. To imagine it swaying freely in his direction made Espio rub faster. He buckled back as the sensation grew down below. His cheeks flushed a bright red. His tongue stuck out of his mouth, dripping with saliva. “Ah...ah damn, that's good...” he struggled to whisper in his ecstasy. Soon, he couldn't even hold himself upright when seated, he resorted to lying on the floor to keep the feeling coming. He could have held the feeling at that relatively unenergised point if he hadn't thought about Vector's potential response.
Alas, he briefly considered what Vector's response might be to this. He'd be mad, yes, and he'd be far more controlling than usual if his trust was breached. Far more dominating over his body...if he felt particularly mad, he might force Espio to act as his whore in retribution for being so shameless. The sensation in Espio's gonads began to rise to euphoric levels in response to the thoughts. So what if he was caught, it'd be even more desirable for him, it's just what he was crying out for. Espio's rubbing turned to wild caress as he excited his shaft. The head was building up, it was going to release its load soon. Espio made his final movements towards a conclusion, thrusting his dick high into the air while struggling to chant smut talk towards himself “Yes...dirty....filthy...bitch...no...use...to...deny...” After one last thrust, his body just couldn't take it any more, and he moaned blissfully as he climaxed to orgasm. Collapsing in a heap, he could feel the cum squeezing through his fingers, which he promptly licked off like the bitch he was. Too exhausted to do anything else, he allowed himself to drift to sleep happily.
It was about an hour later that Joe found Espio's limp form on the wooden floor. “Oh shit, I need to get the smell of chameleon jizz out of that before Dingodile finds out what he did!” He scurried quickly. Firstly, he cleaned up Espio's privates and escorted him to bed, carefully forcing the penis back in so Vector didn't get suspicious. He then brought out the best detergent he could find in the house, and ferociously scrubbed away at the wood to try and get rid of the scent. Once he'd done as much as he thought he could do, he settled down in the living area with some samurai scriptures at hand. A few minutes later, Vector and Dingodile arrived back, looking a little worse for wear. “I do hope you're not drunk, gentlemen” Joe asserted to them. “Nah, we ain't drunk mate, just a little tipsy”. Dingodile walked forward, sat himself down on the couch next to Joe and opened up a packet of chips he'd bought. Joe was assured that Dingodile was being honest, given that he couldn't even walk in a straight line when he was off his rocker. Vector sat on the opposite couch, and the three of them started discussing the events of the night. Joe disclosed that Espio was currently fast asleep, but he refused to say why when Vector pointed out that it wasn't like Espio to doze off. Joe was intent on keeping the lizards' feelings of lust away from the crocodiles. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to him, he was about to become his own traitor.
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