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You were an average resident of Haven's lower areas. Like most people in the area you have an unlocked aura and some basic self-defense weaponry. Nothing capable of standing up to Huntsmen and Huntresses though.

You're relaxing at the closest bar, The Dark Den. Stupidly dramatic name, but it fits. A lot of less reputable folk hang around this place, but it was neutral territory for the different gangs and groups, at least for now.

Among the less regular patrons was a relatively short crocodile faunus with a rough accent – Tock. That's all anyone knew her as, and she liked it that way.

You don't know who she works for, and you probably don't want to know, between those custom tooth prosthetics, the cutlasses and her penchant for hiring grunts that didn't always survive for her 'missions' it was easy to guess what she did, and her stature clearly wasn't a problem for getting dirty deeds done, and not for cheap either, given how freely she spent her money.

She was given a wide berth by most of the folks there, including you. It was a shame too. She was kinda cute in a rough sorta way... if you could put aside her line of work that was.

Tonight she was here again. It seemed Tock decided to have some fun cause she had some time off. You’d had your back to the door when she’d come in and before you knew it, she’d sat down on the stool next to yours. “’ello there, mate! ‘ave I seen ya ‘ere before?”

Your nervous reply makes her laugh. Throwing a handful of Lien onto the counter, she buys a whole bottle to share between the two of you. Making bawdy toasts, she drinks with you. Not that you could really resist.

After several shots she grabs your arm in an iron grip. “Let’s get outta ‘ere, I wanna ‘ave some fun,  so come wit’ me?” It wasn’t really a question.

She dragged you into the closest alley without lights. Getting on her knees, she pulls down your pants with her teeth, biting clean through the zipper.

"’Olla an' I boite yo dick off mate ‘fore youse can scream ‘Grimm!’, you savvy?" She tells you cheerfully. You quickly parse through her words. They weren't an idle threat as your mangled zipper could attest to.  

You stay still against the wall as her metal fangs traced lightly over your cock, just hard enough to scrape the skin without piercing while her rough tongue flicked and licked around the head.

As one hand rested on your thigh, the other slipped into her unbuckled pants and in-between her legs.

She started to suck, thin lips tightly pressed into a suction, tracing across all most sensitive flesh just behind your cockhead with vigour.

Then she grinned again and opened her mouth wide.

For a terrifying second you were sure it was the end for your manhood, but instead she went down, throating it in a careful but swift rhythm.

As you grew close, your hands clawed her shaven head and forced her down as deep as you could and came.

As soon as that burst of ecstasy passed you immediately let go, fear returning. You’d just forced the diminutive head-hunter to deep-throat you.

But instead of biting down, she drew back, teeth tracing over your flesh until her lips suctioned onto the tip again, before letting it pop out. Staring up at you with her big golden eyes, she licked her lips clean and grinned widely. "Well then, now dat I got a taste of ya, I be thinkin’ I want more"

Her teeth gently bite on your shaft again, sending electricity arcing up your spine and coaxing it back into hardness.

She laughed at your expression of nervous lust and stood up to her full height, stripping her shirt and dropping her own pants now, her swords and an ornate looking stop-watch clattering with them. Dripping cunt now exposed, you could literally smell the arousal on her.

"Loik what'cha see?" She asked, ever-grinning. "Not dat it matters if ya don't." She clicked her teeth together in a mock bite at you.

Even leaning heavily back against the wall, you were still a head taller, yet it made her no less terrifying, or hot... perhaps even more so; The heady scent of female faunus arousal wafted from her, intoxicating to any red-blooded man.

She jumped up and you catch her by reflex and her legs wrap around you. Pressing her lips to yours, teeth – metal on enamel – clacked together at the suddenness.

The brief worries of a chipped tooth were forgotten as passionate instinct took over. Heedless of the sharp slicers, your tongue pushed against hers in the lustful kiss. It was a losing battle as she pushed back up hard, rough, grinding her bottom along your erection.

The heat of her pussy brought you fully back to full mast, erection pressing firmly between her scaly asscheeks insistently.

"C'mon then, get on wit’ it." She jibes, "Or are ye too scared?"

With that prompting you lift up and after a few blind probes, you feel pulsing soft folds envelop your tip and hilt yourself with an instinctual buck of the hips.

Slick warmth encompasses your member as it spears into her core.

"Fock." Tock breathed out in time to your plunge, biting her lip and drawing blood briefly before her aura healed it.

Grasping her buttocks firmly, you lift her up a bit to draw yourself out... and lower her back down.

With her walls squeezing down so hard, drawing out takes some difficulty.

You repeat the action, pulling up and dropping down again. and again, gradually building rhythm, encouraged by her moans and slight, uncharacteristic squeaks. The wet smacks lewdly echoing through the dim alley as your cock churned in and out, going faster and faster.

Her hips bucked and thrusted in time to your movements. The toothy kissing didn’t stop, wet and breathless, you barely feel or care about the cuts her teeth leave on your lips and tongue. 

Soon you can barely take the stimulation any more, the tight yet pliable grip of her pussy squeezing down on the sensitive spots.

When she throws her head back suddenly and tenses, you realize its the same for her. Leaning harder into the wall you redouble your efforts before muscles could cramp up, thrusting up rapidly, bouncing her small frame within your grasp.

Finally the two of you reach a peak when her already squeezing insides start spasming randomly.

Unable to hold up, her torso falls onto yours and she bites down on your shoulder - making your aura flare - a trembling moan muffled by your flesh as her body shakes and trembles over you.

You feel that familiar hot feeling in your loins and your sack draws up as you finally cum, shooting inside over and over until the feeling passes.

For several minutes you rest, still buried deep inside her as she hangs on. Loosely sliding down the wall until you’re almost squatting, both of you pant, weak-kneed in the afterglow, a familiar, good soreness following in its wake even as you slowly soften and slip out of her tight confines.

Tock slides back onto her feet, swaying slightly, scaly thighs slick in the stickiness of sex.

Unceremoniously she pulls on her pants and shirt. Picking up her swords you notice she was grinning again, but it was just a little less predatory than before.

"That was fun mate, lets do that again yeah?" She winked at you "Don'tcha worry about contacting me, I'll find ya when I wan some more."

She walked away, not waiting for an answer, her ample hips swaying side to side with each step. Your hands squeezed the air reflexively, the phantom feeling of those hips still in them.  

Man what a woman...

That night would haunt your dreams for a while, you couldn’t say if they were nightmares or not, the rapid beating of your heart contrasting with the tightness in your pants when you recollect it.

Over a month later she showed up again, popping into the Den, that same grin on her face. For an inexplicable reason you resist the instinct to avoid her like most of the rest did, and she spots you.

“There you are! I wondered if I’d find ya ‘ere again!” She loudly stated, sidling up to you. “So ‘ow ya goin’? Show any otha’ gals a good time?” Her crass question throws you for a loop.

As you sputter like an embarrassed school-boy, she laughs hard, squeezing her eyes shut and bending over as she slaps you across the back. “Ah I missed dis, takin’ the piss outta ya is too much fun!”

You shut your mouth, ego bruised a little, but it’s not like you could talk back even if you wanted to.

“Anyways, OI’m stayin’ in town for a bit so why not do a repeat performance, ey?” She interrupts your train of thought. Your mind’s telling you ‘no’, but your body, your body is telling you ‘YES!’

“Sure, let’s do it.” You say before you could stop yourself.

“Crackin’ lets get a couple shots in me and then you can follow.” She replies cheerfully. “Barman, get us the good stuff! Y’know wot I mean!” She barked out, waving a hand up to catch his attention, as if the man hadn’t been eyeing her warily since she’d come in.

Soon enough you found yourself half-way through a bottle of scotch, and the two of you were far more plastered than last time.

Both you and Tock struggle to your feet and leaning heavily on each other make your way out the doors.

“I don’ think an alley iz gonna cut it dis time.” Tock chuckled drunkenly. “Take me to yo place hun.”

“Shuure.” You slur. Sounded like a great idea!

Quicker than anticipated you arrive at your apartment building and amble into the lift. As the doors closed and you feel it rising, Tock leans onto you chest first, forcing you to hold her up. Raising her head, she stands on her tip-toes and kisses you clumsily. And you kiss her back.

Reaching the right floor, you back her out without stopping, only pausing to fumble with the door locks, then kept backing her in until reaching the bed. 

She fell back with an uncharacteristically girlish giggle, kicking off her boots. You hiss as one nails you in the shin and glare at her.  “Oooh is the big baaaad man gonna ravage dis helpless little gal?” She mocks playfully, fingers clumsily trying to pull down her pants from the waist-line. “Or is he just a scawedy cwat?"

Uninhibited by your usual nerves, you plant your arms over her, leaning your weight on her, staring into her eyes. “I’ll show you ‘scaredy cat’.” You growl, and pull down her pants the rest of the way, and then yours.

“Well come on then we don’ got all nig-mmmgh”

You silence her banter with another deep kiss. Her legs rose up instinctually, as you press down and slide into her, until your hips were grinding into hers. She was as tight and hot as you remembered.

Hips rising up, you pulled out, only to thrust  down, repenetrating her with a squelch.

Without pausing, your hands grabbed her ankles and pushed them over her head, she barely gave a huff of discomfort, being fighter like her led to a lot of flexibility. Supporting yourself on her pinned legs, you piston into her, plunging yourself into her sopping depths that clung on to your shaft like a ribbed vice.

The pressure on your cock resonated in your loins. Chasing the feeling, your heated pounding picked up, slamming her into the bed, it’s wooden frame knocking into the wall.

“Ooh. Aaaah! Hah. Hah. H-HAAAH! Mmmmmhhheee!” Tock’s bratty snark had since devolved into animalistic, high-pitched cries as your member did its best to hollow her out, until abruptly something snapped and with a grunt you unleashed within her, every muscle tensing. With her twitching and shaking under your frame, she clearly hit her peak too.

Lying on top of her panting your face hung close to hers. Coming out of her haze she smiled and gave you a peck on the lips. “Now dat wuz good... Le’s giv it a go again, yeah?” She saucily wiggled her hips into yours, squeezing down on your still buried ‘sword’ intentionally, trying to provoke a reaction.

The next hour was sleepless and rough, lost in a hazy passion of rutting like animals hitting a high and then getting jibed into going again, until finally both you and Tock faded into a satisfyingly exhausted sleep.

You woke abruptly from a dreamless slumber. The morning sun was rising, shining through the curtains.
Quickly realizing the tangle of limbs you were in, you turn your head and see a messy mohawk, the rest of her buried under the covers.

Your one free hand pulled at the blanket, lowering it ever so slightly and exposing her face. In stark contrast to her character it looks strangely at peace. In the morning light you observe details you didn’t really pay attention to in the dimness of the evening, let alone the dark night.

Her face is rather young, she’s not all that much older than you, if that. Her scaly skin made her seem older. Your hand comes up and brushes across the short bristly hair at the side of her head, fingers ever-so gently tracing across an enormous crossed scar across it. You wonder what or who could have hurt her that badly, and strangely feel like hurting them.

“Mmmm, lemme sleep or I’ll bite your fingas off.” She groaned out, and pulled the cover back over her face.

After some time just laying there quietly she untangled herself from your embrace, giving you a mild kick with a smirk as she did. Rolling out from under the blanket she sat on the edge of the bed and stretched, nude body exposed in the sunlight. Pert breasts and firm muscle shifted over  her ribs. Her scales created a patchwork for dark greens over the lighter-green of the smaller ones. The sunlight hit them, exposing their multifaceted structures, like organic gemstones embedded on her body. Numerous other scars covered her body, claw marks, the blast-like spread scars of bullets, even what looked like a lash-mark. Yet they didn’t mar her, it was a part of what made her Tock.

She grinned over her shoulder. “Wotcha starin’ at eh?”

"You're beautiful." You mutter without thinking.

Her grin twisted, and you immediately remembered why she was feared and avoided.

“The fock d’you say?!” she snarled, jumping up to loom over you.  

Swallowing your fear you repeat yourself. “You’re beautiful. All of you.” Seeing her taken aback you continue your momentum. “I like all of you, your hair, your eyes, your sharp teeth and your skin too. I like you... Tock.”

She flinched, and turned around, hunching in, hands curled in fists by her sides, almost like a hurt child. “Do ya really mean dat?” She asked after a moment of silence.

Gently taking one hand you pull her back onto the bed and kiss her deeply when she turns her head, only to pull back as she bites your lip with a bit more force. “Does that answer your question?”

Her almost glowing yellow eyes stared into your own, searchingly. Then her familiar grin returned and she pushed you over onto your back with surprising strength, swung a leg over your chest and straddled your face. “Foin then, lova-boy. Show me ‘ow much you like me then, yeah?” She said, fisting some of your hair in one hand, and planted down on you, grinding hard over your lips and nose.

Muffled by her thighs you still hear her. “Clean me up good ya hear?”

Abrupt and crass, but that was Tock for you.  Quickly responding your hands held her hips and guided them over your opened lips more closely. Sticking out your tongue you mimed eating and lickng, trying to get in deep, undulating and scraping around within her.

“Fock, da’s good that iz” She moaned out, now grinding more rhythmically, and your own sore member engorged with blood, pulsing almost synchronously with her movements. One of your hands, let go of her and grasped it, stroking it in time to her movements and your breathless ministrations to her nethers. Before you could continue, she suddenly let go of your hair and lifted off you. You barely got a chance to look up before she turned around and planted her ass over your face. Her hands swat away yours and place them on her thighs.

“Lookie ‘ere, we’ve got a noice sausage for brekkie.” You hear her say jovially and feel her grasp you. A moment later and the scarily arousing feeling of her teeth tracing on your knob ran up your spine.

The sensation was interrupted. “Oi, I didn’t say to stop workin’ on me snatch!” You hear her say, and jolt back into action. With her position turned around you take a moment to recoordinate your tongue to find the sensitive spots, sucking at the hot labia while probing for the reactions, the trembling of her nether lips, the shake of her inner walls.

As you ate out her quivering quim, you let yourself connect the action with the feeling of her mouth’s suction on you. As before, her teeth barely grazed you and her throat, tongue and lips worked over, pulling the sensitive nerves that sent pulses of up your body, making you twitch. The limited air and senses were making it intensify the sensations.

Desperate for release, you abandoned delicacy for sheer animalism. Your hands just barely lifted her ample arse up and you laid into her, tongue flicking like a cat, you lapped away at her, grinding in as deep as you could into her wetness.

Tock began to rock back and forth, timing her motions on you to yours on her. Holding steady pace the pressure built until it erupted. The stickiness of her cunt contracted around your tongue as she reached a climax, the salty mixed juices squirting out, running into your mouth. She moaned, the vibrations running through your length in a pleasant tickling, making you follow suit in coming.

You felt her swallow without raising her head. The contractions of her throat coaxed ever last drop out of you. After a moment she leaned back, releasing your cock from her deadly mouth. Unable to see under the confines of her buttocks, you could imagine the smug look on her face.

She clambered off a moment later, standing by the bed with her hands folded, behind her head. “Now dat was a killa way to sta’t the morn.”

You could only smile and shake your head as you got up as well.

 “You and me luv, we’re a thing now, savvy?” She told you with a punch to the shoulder.

You nod, still smiling “Savvy. Now lets go clean up in the shower.”

“Ohoho! Still rarin’ to get it on wit’ me after all dat?” Tock laughed bodaciously.

You sigh, realizing what she’d misinterpreted and would now demand, and led her to your bathroom.

After a good 20 minutes of expending the hot water as you pounded her against the wall, lifting her onto her curling toes, the two of you exited and got dressed.

Before either of you could speak, both your bellies rumbled.

Tock and you both laughed raucously at the sudden intrusion.

Wiping away tears of mirth Tock punched you in the shoulder again. “Arite this morning wit’ you is goin’ ace! Lez go get some real brekkie!” And opened the window, hopping out from the third floor. Shaking your head you followed her, climbing down and feeling a tad foolish as she jeered you for being slow.

From then on that was your relationship, she’d go off on a mission of some sort, come back and you’d spend a week just living life freely, and fucking the night away like it was the last day on Remnant. She didn’t acknowledge it, but your outings were basically casual dates, going to see movies and things like that, even taking advantage of the darkness of an empty theater for some frisk.

She was a hellion who blew into town and then out like a tornado with teeth, but she was your hellion, and you were hers.

It was one day when she’d been in town for over a week - the longest time you’d spent together in one go. She woke you up with an unusual tender kiss and an even bigger grin than usual.

“My boss foinally gave me a new job mate, a biiig one it is! I’m so bloody excaited ‘bout dis one I almos’ wish I could tell you!” She announced loudly. 

Even though you smile at her, for some reason the news caused a tight feeling in your gut, a tension you only got when something bad was going to happen. You knew better than to probe her for information on a mission however. She said it was for safety. Still, it was worth a shot to try, just this time. 

“You know, you’ve never told me anything about your boss. He must be a real big fish himself.” You try an angle.

Tock smile dropped into unease. “She. And trust me, you don’ wanna know not’in’ bout ‘er.”

Not wanting to ruin the day, you dropped the topic.

The rest of the day the two of you spend on the town. Not carousing, but simply walking together; enjoying the sunlight, sitting on the grass in a park, skipping rocks across a pond, talking about nothing important.

As evening approached and the two of you wander over to your  favorite haunt, you take her rough, small hand. “I don’t want this to end” you whisper, half-expecting her to call you a sissy for it.

She doesn’t. Tock just looks down at her boots. “... neitha do I.” She mutters after a moment.  

“...Then don’t go.” You say. “Stay with me.”

“Da’s not how it works luv.” She shook her head with a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”

Entering the pub, you take a table with her and order properly. You decide to take your time with your food and drink tonight. Tock seemed to be in a similar mood. Coming home this quiet mood seems to remain. Instead of backing into the bedroom as usual, the two of you enter it normally. Tock seems to be looking around the place with a strange curiosity as if seeing it for the first time.

You both sit on the bed together, looking into one another’s eyes, the quiet noises of the night coming in through the windows. You kiss her, gently and push her onto the bed. Slowly, softly you warm up her body, then return to kissing her.

Your body presses her into the mattress and for the first time the two of you make love through the night, embracing one another tightly, yet softly.

The next morning you wake up alone. Tock was gone and there was a note on the bed-stand. It’s words were simple.

Wait for me lad! I’ll be back!
Farewell,
- Tock

You put the note in your wallet. And so you waited for her to return. Waited to tell her the words left unspoken.  

A few weeks turned into months, a few months became many. Many became a year and still you waited. Deep inside, you knew she wasn’t coming back, and still you couldn’t help coming to the old Den every night and wait for her to burst in with that sharp grin and give you a cheeky ‘Ello mate!’ one more time.

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It was one day when she’d been in town for over a week - the longest time you’d spent together in one go. She woke you up with an unusual tender kiss and an even bigger grin than usual.

“My boss foinally gave me a new job mate, a biiig one it is! I’m so bloody excaited ‘bout dis one I almos’ wish I could tell you!” She announced loudly. 

Even though you smile at her, for some reason the news caused a tight feeling in your gut, a tension you only got when something bad was going to happen. You knew better than to probe her for information on a mission however. She said it was for safety. Still, it was worth a shot to try, just this time. 

 “You know, you’ve never told me anything about your boss. He must be a real big fish himself.” You try an angle.

Tock smile dropped into unease. “She. And trust me, you don’ wanna know not’in’ bout ‘er.”

You wanted to drop the risky subject, and avoid spoiling today, but something stiffened your resolve.

“Tock, I... I got a bad feeling about this one. Every mission’s a risk but if it’s a ‘big fish’ then at least let me know... Please.”

It spoke volumes that she didn’t just cuss you out and stomp off angrily, instead staying quiet for a minute, frowning. “Oim tellin’ ya, ya don’ wanna know.” She muttered sourly.

“Yes, I do. Because I... I don’t want to lose you Tock. Don’t take this one.” You beg her.

Now she blew up. “Ya don’ understan’! Ya can’ jus’ say ‘No’ to da Queen ya berk! If you’re tol’ to kill de Grimm Reapa you kill ‘em!”

“The Queen? The Grimm Reaper?” You ask confusedly. None of the gang leaders or Kingdoms you knew of had a monicker like that. The Grimm Reaper however was a legend, a story told by merchants and criminals alike, of a powerful Huntress that turned Grimm to stone then disappearing.

You come back to the first part. “What Queen?”

A moment later her face reversed from frowning anger to wide-eyed surprise. “I shouldn’ a told ya tha’, I’z said too much alreadeh’.” She muttered, taking a step back.

You’d never seen her like this before. Angry, Happy, Lustful, but this was... “You’re afraid.” You realize, disbelievingly. “You’re afraid of her...”

“No ‘m not!” She barked a denial, but her expression gave it away.

“Yes you are.” You retort. “And if it’s that bad then don’t go out there. Stay with me!”

“And what!? Wait for ‘er to send somebody after me instead?” She yelled. “She’s the bloody Queen o’ de Grimm!”

Queen of the Grimm... The thought was mind-boggling. Impossible. And yet you believed her. And you weren’t going to let that stop you.

“Then let’s run.” You tell her. “We can just disappear.”

“And go where? Do wot!?” Tock ranted back, fists balled at her sides as she yelled up at you.

“We’ll figure it out!” You yell back. “As long as you’re with me, I don’t care how, but we can find a way!” You tell her.

Tock shook her head in frustration. “Why the fock do ya even care, ya git!?”

“Because I love you!” The words burst out.

Suddenly the loud room was silent, just the two of your staring into each other’s eyes.

“...Ya wot?” She croaked out finally.

You were beyond being nervous at this point. “I love you, Tock.” You repeat quietly. “I feel happy with you, it’s fun and happy and I don’t want it to end. I want to live with you, laugh with you. Every time you go on a mission I count the days until you come back and even though you’re so strong, I worry anyway.” You lay it all out, feeling suddenly tired.

Tock collapsed on a chair behind her, stunned into speechlessness.

Finally she stood up woodenly. “I... I ‘ave ta go.” Walking towards the door, she paused at the doorway. “I’ll be back soon.” She said over her shoulder and vanished outside.

For the rest of the morning you tried to keep busy through the listless, defeated feeling hanging over.

It was past noon when she stumbled in through the door, holding a half-empty bottle. For a moment the both of you stand across from each other.

Then she broke the silence. “Ya raley luv meh?” She slurred, swaying forward and her free hand gripping your collar, eyes searching yours.

“Yes.”

She burst into tears and clung to you. Today was just full of surprises. You hug her, comforting her a bit awkwardly as  her crying soaked your shirt.

Finally getting under control, she looked up again, eyes still watery. “Arite then lad. Le’s do it. Le’s run someplace, togetha’!” She declared.

You nod, face serious, but inside you were gleeful. “Of course. But let’s get you to bed first. You can barely stand.” She looked like she was going to disagree, but a hiccup nearly toppled her over.

You pick up her small frame in a bridal carry, making her blush. You lay her down on the bed and she feel asleep instantly. After watching her for a moment, you start thinking. You’d gallantly offered to run away with her but this wasn’t a couple eloping in a cheesy romcom. You had a real danger to avoid.

Pulling out some old, dusty maps, you pored over them, searching for a place on Remnant to escape to. It was nightfall when you recalled an old Huntsman stories of a village in a nearly inaccessible valley nestled in a far in mountains of South-East Mistral, where Grimm were fairly scarce and small.

You’d never given it much thought, but desperation makes for good motivation. You begin to plan out finding a way to skip town without leaving a trace to follow. By morning you had a plan.

When Tock came to, sober and calmer she tore apart most of the plan and reworked it. Although impulsive by nature, she was a professional after all. Being a head-huntress, she knew better than anyone what a head-hunter would think like, would be able to do. But at least she liked the destination.

When night came, you left the house together, and disappeared into the night, never to be heard from in the town again...  

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The sun was starting to set as you trudged along the mountain path, welcoming the cool autumn breeze. You’d worked the fields diligently today and it was satisfying, despite the muscle soreness and growing callouses on your hands and feet. It made you feel more like a man as the old farmers said. Perhaps a cliche but not untrue. The Lien clinking in your pockets was a nice plus too. But best of all, was coming home at the end of the day, because she was waiting for you there.

Of course it helped that you’d managed to get a pretty nice house. It’d been dirt cheap because it was broken down and abandoned at the far outskirts of the little rural community, so nobody else wanted it. It took some heavy duty clean up and rebuilding, but that wasn’t too hard courtesy of Aura-enhanced strength. The run-down house was now a comfy cottage and there were some amenities you’d discovered that made it all the better.

You trudged up to the door and opened the door. “Honey I’m home!” you called out into the house as you shed your shoes.

Frowning when no answer came you tense for an unwelcome surprise and walk further inside. Brothers above you hope nothing happened.

A splash sounded from further back in the house. “Tock?”

Winding your way to the back door you slid it open to be hit by a wave of smoky steam. Coughing a bit you wave it aside and glance over at the hot spring. It appeared empty until suddenly a shape erupted from the water. You stumble, barely catching, Tock as she launched out.

“Ah luv yer back!” She exclaimed cheerfully. Her teasing metal grin betrayed a mischievous mood.

Sliding out of your arms she stood, proudly naked, hands on her hips. “I was gonna do da whole ‘dinna, bath or mee’ ting but le’s jus’ skip it and git to da good par’ so strip boyo!” She pointed at your chest, then gestured to the other end of the hot pool, where a tray lay, “An’ don’ worry ‘bout food, go’ sum grub cooked up too.” She slowly stepped back into the water, drifting over to lay back against the rocks on the other end.

You grin, “Yes ma’m!”

Stripping your shirt and work pants off to the pool side you slide into the water. Groaning, you close your eyes for a long moment, enjoying the near scalding heat work swiftly into your tired muscles, relaxing them. You feel like drifting away, this was what heaven must be like...

A sharp poke wakes you. “Oi, dont’cha forget to wo’ship me here!” Tock demands cheekily, legs provocatively spread.

You take a moment to take her in. The steam drifting over the water, the mountain tops in the distance alight with the last rays of the sun, and your lovely, unconventional wife grinning down in front of it all.

“Of course not ‘luv’.” You respond easily, swimming over and sliding your hands under her scaly, firm behind, gripping her cheeks aggressively.

Bringing your hips in, you guide yourself into her soaking snatch. Nether lips twitching over your bellend, you feel her open up as you pop inside her. Sliding in to the hilt, you lean over and plant a breathy kiss on her jaw.

Eyes closed, she let out a crocodile-like hiss, “Ohhhh Gods jus’ like that hon’.”

You feel her abdomen spasm tighter, gripping like a vice even as you drag out roughly, then heave your hips forward. The water splashes from the sudden motions as you repeat, progressively speeding up.

Tock’s breaths come in hiccuping gasps as you pound steadily into her core. Her legs gradually, involuntarily rise from the water with each thrust. Her hands clawing into your shoulders. A tingle twitched within your loins...

Suddenly those legs wrapped around you with strength that reminded you who she was, and your positions were flipped.

“Now i’s my turn!” She declared, her green eyes glinting with steel. Pushing you down she raised her hips now and slammed down, hilting herself with splash, an immediately coming back up again. The motion clapping against the water as she bounced rapidly, clenching tight the entire time. The tingle behind your cock returned with a vengeance, becoming a full blown star as electricity seemed to race down your spine. Your rough hands desperately gripped the rocks, tightly holding on for the ride.

As Tocks breaths turned into faster and faster high-pitched gasps your back arched as that familiar ecstasy blew its lid. In that moment two became one in soul and feeling, ascending above mortal feeling. Then time snapped back into place.

Panting, you collapse back against the stone siding, Tock draped over you, hot water pleasantly extending the onset of afterglow, somewhat taking away the soreness as you slip out. Blissfully pressed against one another, you stare up at the constellations overhead, pondering how life could be better than this.

 “Oi lad. You eva’ want sprogs of your own?” Tock murmers into your chest suddenly. “Ya think I’d be, ah, ya kno... a good Ma’?”

The question surprises you only a little. “Yeah? Why not? I’m sure big bad Tock can handle some kids.” You chuckle, even as you wonder where she was going with this.  

You feel her grin against you. “Well, then ya best get ready to play Da’ then. I’m late.”

It took a second to register what she said, and you look down to see a rare, shy smile on her face, one you return with speechless delight.

Finally you find the right words. “Nymphadora Tock, I love you.”

She pouts at the use of her forbidden first name, looking away. “Neva’ shoulda’ told ya that bloody name.”

Your chuckle cut off with a manly shriek as metal chompers bit down on your nipple. “Ah! Uncle! Uncle! I give!”

Letting go Tock rose up to her full height, straddling over, grinning down at you. “Dat’s roit, da queen ‘ere is me!” 

Her grin slips a bit as you sit up and kiss her belly gently, arms wrapping up around her. “Yes, and I’m yours forever.”

“Of course.” She gruffly responds, settling down into your arms.

 And You lived Happily Ever After... The End