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Dolmen looked up from his book as the clean flatland breeze swept over him, and he paused his reading to take a deep, fulfilling lungful of the chilled air. He held the breath in his chest- noting the subtle hint of basilisk musk in the taste- and exhaled with a sigh. Basilisk. He knew that particular scent quite well.

Basalt's home early.

He rose from his worn wicker-chair with a yawn and set his book aside to look out over the plains. Their home-cave was situated high on a hill overlooking the Buru flatlands, and from their grassy porch Dolmen could see out into the surrounding steppes for miles around. The human brought up a tan, muscular forearm to block the sun from his eyes as he scanned the waving fields of browned grasses and charley-wheat for the source of that familiar scent.

As a human he didn't have the sharpest of noses. If he could smell Basalt, the old basilisk was likely close by.

The mottled, russet hide of southern basilisks like his mate blended in well with the colors of the flatland's fall season, and it took him some time to spot Basalt in the tall brush below. At this time of year the charley-wheat grew well over his mate's head, and walking low to the ground on all six limbs as Basalt did he was forced to push his way through the brush with his blunt snout. From his perch on the high hill Dolmen could see the line that the basilisk made through the grasses as he forced his way towards home, and he marked the speed of his mate's progress.

He frowned. The basilisk was cutting through the grass at an alarming rate. If Dolmen didn't know better he might have even guessed that his mate was running.

Basalt never ran.

Still... he's moving far too quickly. Too quickly for him to be carrying any prey at least. That means another failed hunt.

He sighed. This was the second time this week that Basalt had failed to bring back any food for the two of them.

It wasn't as though they were at any risk of starving. They could always trade with the nearby villages for food in a pinch. But Dolmen knew that the hunt- the act of providing for both himself and his mate- was a matter of pride for Basalt. The basilisk took his failures in this matter to heart. Recently it had been the cause of a great deal of stress for the old beast.

He won't be in a good mood. I'd best get inside and get ready then.

He turned and collected both his book and the wicker-chair before brushing past the canvas curtain that served as a makeshift door for their cave. He deposited the chair just inside of the threshold, and stepping deeper within he felt the biting air of the fall season recede behind him.

It was good to be back inside. He was getting chilly.

Their home was little more than a small grotto cut into the side of the hill, but it was home nonetheless. Adorned only with the sparsest of furniture and a rug of spread furs for a bed, it was a cozy- if modest- dwelling place.The cave had belonged to Basalt's tribe for generations, and when the basilisk had taken him as his mate it was the natural choice for them to move into. He couldn't imagine the alternative: forcing the old basilisk to move into his stick-built hut back in the village.

His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light inside of the cavern, and he strode to his corner of the cave to set his book down with the others on top of the oak dresser. He undressed and tossed his shirt and worn slacks into the dresser as well. Basalt liked him bare when he was around, and Dolmen didn't much mind acquiescing. For his age he had a great body- his bulky muscles built from years of labor and hard life- and he enjoyed the effect that his bare skin had on his inhuman mate.

Of course, for what was soon to happen, he didn't want clothes to get in the way either. He remembered a particularly unfortunate incident where Basalt had quite ruined his good pair of slacks in the midst of their usual after-hunt "activities", and he had learned his lesson well from that experience.

The human chuckled dryly and flopped down on the soft furs of their bed-mat. He stretched out his muscles and laid back casually against the stony wall, keeping his eyes on the curtain-door as he waited for his mate. Basalt would doubtless be home shortly, and he had learned in the recent years of their long relationship that it was best to position himself in plain sight and in easy access for the basilisk whenever he returned home from a failed hunt.

The basilisk had never explained why, but as of late the old beast was always voraciously lustful after a failed hunt. If today was like any other day he would return home grumbling and hissing over his failure... only then to jump on Dolmen like he was a young bull in season again. A rushed, frantic breeding would ensue, and then poof, Basalt would be right as rain and forget about the whole matter.

Until he remembered that they were both still hungry, that is. Then the lamenting of his failures would resume, and off he would march again to continue his hunt unless Dolmen redressed and went to the villages to trade for food. Dolmen frowned and idly scratched his broad, scarred chest as he laid back and watched the door.

This hunting problem has been happening more and more often over the last few years. I understand that he's getting old. It's natural. I'm not so young myself. But I just wish he wouldn't take it so hard on himself. I could hunt as well if he'd let me.

He and Basalt had worked out early on in their relationship that it would be easier if the basilisk did the hunting while the human watched their home and prepared the food. It made sense; Basalt had the predatory senses, claws and camouflage that Dolmen did not, and Dolmen's human hands worked better with tools and cooking utensils. Basalt was simply the superior hunter, and he the better housekeeper. The arrangement had worked well for them over the years. It was only recently that the old beast had begun to lose his edge. Dolmen's frown deepened as the memory of that first failed hunt hit him. He shook the thought from his head.

Neither of us are young anymore. Hell, I'll be pushing fifty pretty soon, and Basalt's got me beat by a good several-hundred years if he's to be believed. We're just out of our prime. That's all. I'm sure this is just a bad streak for us. A really long... bad streak.

The sound of movement outside the cave distracted Dolmen from his thoughts, and after a moment his mate entered. The basilisk pushed open the canvas curtain with an aggravated huff and stomped inside, and as he pulled himself into the cave Dolmen was given a good look at his old companion.

Basalt had once been a studly example of a male flatlands basilisk, but now the old beast was a few solid decades out of his prime, and his age showed along the grayed scales of his belly and from the heavy, sagging flesh that hung around his thick belly and neck. With the exception of his lethal eyes and his having six legs rather than four, he was very much like a great, overgrown lizard, and as he entered their home he crawled low to the ground in much the same manner as his diminutive cousins. His thick, leathery hide bulged from the sheer bulk of his corded, packed muscles, and his massive paws were easily broad enough to dwarf Dolmen's chest when spread out. His long, flat tail trailed behind him, and as Basalt came into the cave it took a few seconds for him to pull it in as well.

Dolmen looked down at the stony floor of the cave as Basalt entered, an act that had become almost instinct at this point in their relationship. Even though he was Dolmen's mate, Basalt was still a basilisk, and as such his eyes were as lethal to Dolmen as to anyone else. In all the years that they had known each other, he and Basalt had never once looked each other in the eyes. Dolmen didn't particularly fancy being turned to stone, so it was likely never to happen.

"No luck today, old thing?" Dolmen asked. He already knew the answer of course, but he didn't want to impress to his mate that he didn't care. If he said nothing the basilisk might mistake his silence with contempt, or worse, pity.

The basilisk made a rough grunt in response and shook his hunting-gear pack from his back. Dolmen cringed as it was carelessly deposited onto the floor.

"What does it look like, human?"

Basalt's voice had always been rough and callous. He wasn't human, after all. But today it had an edge to it. Razor sharp. All business. The basilisk set about removing the larger metal traps from his pack, and Dolmen winced as the beast practically tore them from the sack. He had made the gear-pack several season ago to help Basalt with his hunting, and it was too old and worn to be handled so roughly.

Damn. I was right. He's in that mood. Oh well. Time for damage control.

"You know, I wasn't feeling up for venison anyway," Dolmen said in an effort to alleviate the tension. He saw the thick muscles on the basilisk's shoulders stiffen, and he knew immediately that he had made a mistake.

Real smooth, Dolmen.

He scrambled for something else to say, and the idea of going to the village popped into his head.

"I was thinking... the old widow down in the village has some nice chickens. We still have some leftovers from the crop we could trade, and-"

Basalt slammed his tail down against the floor, silencing the human, and Dolmen swallowed the rest of his sentence. A deep, bass rumble boiled out of the basilisk's throat. He hadn't heard the basilisk make that sound in a _long_time.

"I will not have _ my _ mate bowing and scraping to some old hag in the village... not again."

"Whoa, whoa. No one said anything about bowing or scraping. I'm just thinking-"

Basalt hissed sharply, cutting the human off once more. He clearly wasn't in the mood for argument.

"I know what you are thinking," he growled. "I am not a dumb animal. I can see it on your face every time I come back like this. You think that I am going soft... weak. Ha... just you wait until I get finished with this damn pack."

The basilisk's voice carried the low, menacing rumble of thunder at this point, and Dolmen felt the reverberation of the beast's growl even from where he lay in the furs. It had perhaps the opposite effect on Dolmen than nature had intended; he found the beast's guttural voice to be incredibly attractive, and his cock twitched against the furs as the bass rumble reverberated in his chest cavity.

Still... he's really got it bad today. He's not going to go easy on me. I'd best brace myself. As soon as he's done with the pack he's gonna come for me.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Basalt. I've never accused you of being weak."

The basilisk made an ugly sound in his throat as he began hastily unpacking the snares and the rest of the gear. His long tail twisted in on itself as he worked. It was a telltale sign that Dolmen had learned to read well over the years. Basalt's body was tensing up for the kill. The human carried on, ignoring his increasing arousal and alarm.

To Dolmen, there was nothing more arousing than being the prey to a brute like Basalt.

"Look, I get it. You're not as good a hunter as you used to be. I understand that. We're both getting old. You-"

"Bah. Nonsense. I have never been a keener hunter," Basalt rumbled, cutting Dolmen off once again. His tail looped and curled anxiously on the stony floor as he spoke, and Dolmen watched it as it slid around with a mind of its own. He was very aware of just how flexible and powerful that tail was, and he had no intention of letting the basilisk surprise him with it today.

"Then what's the problem? Talk to me. We're a mated pair, old thing. We work together, and your hunting affects us both, so I deserve to know. You've been holding out on me for too long now."

"Tch... why bother explaining? A human would not understand."

"A human can try. What's with all this drama, old thing? It's not like you."

"Dolmen."

The basilisk voice cracked ruggedly as he spoke the human's name, and Dolmen watched as the beast stopped unpacking and shuddered. He could hear the basilisk inhale slowly, raggedly. His guttural exhale was practically a groan. Basalt pulled out the last of the snares and sealed the pack slowly.

His tail twitched sharply. Once. Twice.

Damn. He's taken in too much of my scent. He's gonna snap soon.

"Errgh... I tire of this. You are making me hungry."

"That can wait a little longer. I'm not going anywhere. Now what's the matter with you?"

"The matter... the matter, little prey, is that I am getting old."

"Yeah. That's no secret, Basalt. You're old-going-on-ancient. But it's nothing to be ashamed of. You see the grey in my hair?"

"Shut up, human. You did not let me finish. As I have already said, my age... is not the problem. Not exactly."

The old beast grunted as he pushed the pack back into its corner, and with the matter of unpacking finally completed he turned at last to look at his human. The basilisk's lethal eyes focused on a point just below the man's collarbone. They narrowed sharply. Dolmen shivered at the intimate, chilling rush as he felt death's stare crawl across his body.

Basalt was a predator, a killer, and just with his eyes alone he was able to install that very important thought into his mate's mind. The basilisk growled, perhaps sensing the effect he was having on the smaller human.

"Grrghh... the problem is my sense of smell."

He punctuated this with a deep, slow intake of breath. His sides expanded as he drew in the close air of the cave, and the sigh that followed sounded far too pleasurable. A thick, gooey line of slaver slipped along his lower lip before dripping down to the floor. Dolmen could smell the basilisk's lust- the clouds of his musky pheromones having already saturated the cave at this point- and he shrewdly covered his hardening erection with the furs.

If the basilisk knew he was already hard...

"You mean you can't smell anymore?"

" No. No. Be silent and let me finish... grrghh... before I lose control... foolish human..."

The basilisk left the pack and lumbered closer to their bedfurs, and as he did he kept his lethal eyes glued onto the smaller, more vulnerable man. The beast's heaving, lustful breathing echoed loudly in the small cave- deep, shuddering gulps of air- and Dolmen knew that each lungful was driving Basalt closer to that irreversible edge. The result was inevitable. All Dolmen could buy with this conversation was a few moments to brace himself. And perhaps... maybe he could even manage to pull an explanation for all of this from the beast before he went over the limit.

"Basilisks...ugh... do not lose their sense of smell as they age. It is... aghh... the opposite, actually. It only gets... mhmm... sharper. My sense of smell is better than it has ever been."

The basilisk rumbled low in his throat as he spoke, and Dolmen saw that long tail snap back into its coils as his mate came a few slow steps closer. They were slow steps. Stalking steps. Dolmen slid back deeper into the furs, keenly aware of how little they would protect him. His cock throbbed needily beneath the fur.

He knew Basalt could smell his own lust by now. His time was almost up.

"Huh. And that's a problem?"

"It is... for me."

"How?"

The basilisk's eyes shifted to the human's forehead, following a bead of sweat that had formed there as it trailed down his skull. Down, dangerously close to his own eyes. When they were younger- full of hot blooded, feral lust and ever hungry for the other- he and the basilisk had made a game out of Basalt's lethal vision. The basilisk would try to see how close he could get to looking Dolmen eye-to-eye before the human panicked and looked away. Old age had tempered them both, and the game had long since been left behind with the rest of their youth.

As Basalt's eyes trailed their way down the bridge of the man's nose, Dolmen realized just how long it had truly been. The eyes passed by his own- so close- before following another line of sweat as it passed down his cheek. The deadly gaze settled on the crux of his mate's full lips.

"Do you remember why I chose you?" the basilisk growled quietly into the still air of the cave. Dolmen noticed that his mate had inched closer to him while he had been distracted with their game. From this distance Basalt could quite easily pounce.

"W-what?"

"Do you remember the reason that I chose a human for a mate?"

Dolmen hastily thought back on when they had first met. They had made for quite the unusual couple: the eccentric, introverted man with unusual appetites- inhuman appetites- and the basilisk with a fetish for the softer, more vulnerable creatures of the villages. This was not to say that Dolmen was soft or vulnerable. By human standards he was anything but. He was proud of his muscular physique and masculine image, things which he had earned from his hard life out in the wilderness, far from the comforts of the village. He had been the strongest man in the village back in his youth, and though the years had added a bit of grey to his hair and a few pounds to his waistline he had retained his impressive, beefy bulk.

But when they had first met, Basalt had assured him that all that muscle meant nothing to a basilisk of his size, of his strength and virility. To a massive creature like Basalt the muscular human was still very much the prey. So much so in fact, that Basalt had told him he even smelled like prey. Dolmen recalled how much Basalt liked to call him that in the early years of their courtship and in the late hours when they would roll about in the furs. He remembered how it had struck him somewhere deep in his psyche, how badly he had wanted to be the weaker one in a village of weak people, and how wonderful his life became when the basilisk had turned those shameful thoughts into blissful reality.

"That scent," he would say lustfully into the human's ear before nipping at it. "It drives me feral, human. Mad. You taste... smell... so very much like... prey."

The scent of prey.

"My scent?"

The basilisk nodded, never taking his lethal eyes off of his mate.

"Yes. That damned... heavenly... scent. You see, today's failure was not the fault of my old bones. By midday I had already... ungh... found the trail of a tapa doe by the south river. It wasn't difficult to follow. I tracked her back near the hill... back near here... but when I closed in for the kill I caught your scent in the air. It... _distracted_me."

Distracted him? My smell distracted him?

Dolmen almost laughed, but he remembered how easily Basalt's pride could be hurt.

"I distracted you?"

The basilisk growled at the mocking tone hidden in the question. He was so very close, and Dolmen could feel the basilisk's hot breath on his vulnerable neck.

"Don't act so surprised, human. You know what your scent does to me. _You _are the reason I returned so early. You are the reason I cannot hunt anymore."

The basilisk grinned. The sharp, yellowed fangs of a predator- of a killer- gleamed in the dim light of the cave. Dolmen swallowed nervously as the basilisk huffed eagerly at his collarbone, and he saw the beast's claws dig into the furs as the rapture of his mate's scent- now up close and bare- coursed through his system.

"Uh... what?"

"I could have stayed out and hunted all day... but no. Not with your damned scent hanging in the air. Now... I can smell you from miles away. It pulls at me. Calls to me. I cannot focus."

He dragged his long, rough tongue against Dolmen's throat, and the human shuddered at the wet, warm touch.

"I could only take so much of it before I lost control."

So that's the reason? it's been me all this time?

"So you came back for me?"

The basilisk growled low in his throat. His line of sight trailed down the human's brawny chest. Lower. Much lower. His eyes fixed on their target, and pulling the furs from his lover's crotch he licked his lips.

"Yessss. And now... I can finish my hunt," he growled.

The basilisk completed his advance on the prone human, and Dolmen could only slide back deeper in the furs as his mate loomed over him. It was at times like this- when over twelve hundred pounds of leathery hide, musk and muscle perched over him with that ravenous intent- that Dolmen was forced to remember just who he had given himself over to. The basilisk crawled over him, dominating him easily, and he tried not to utter an entirely unmanly whimper as the vast paws came up and held his arms fast against the furs. Basalt wasn't in the mood for a struggle.

He felt the weight of his mate settle over him. Claiming his prey. There would be no more delays now.

Given free reign over the human, the basilisk eagerly ran his blunt muzzle up along Dolmen's chest, inhaling deeply and groaning in that deep bass. No place was off-limits, and the brutish basilisk pushed his broad snout into every sensitive, private place as he searched for the remotest caches of human scent. Dolmen's armpits, his chest, his groin, his neck- each was a haven of delicious ecstasy, and the beast quivered deep in his throat as he partook in the feast. When Dolmen's arms instinctively tensed and struggled to push back again the invasion, Basalt pinned them back to the furs roughly.

Dolmen was forced into submission, his hands held high above him and pinned to the furs as his mate devoured his scent without mercy or consideration. He shuddered and squirmed weakly as he felt the brutish snout push and prod at his hips and chest, and he gasped as he felt the first touch of that thick tongue scrape roughly over his exposed nipple.

"Gahh... Basalt...ooh, you could have just told... oof... me."

The basilisk dragged his tongue up and down Dolmen's chest before grinning wickedly. Smiles were a human invention; Basalt had learned to imitate the act only because he knew how deeply it frightened his mate. Rows upon rows of glistening, serrated fangs hovered inches from his face. Predator's fangs.

"Told you?" He leaned over and gently scraped one of those long fangs against Dolmen's sensitive nipple before dragging his tongue across it again. And again. Rougher and harder. The beast had a fascination with the mammal gland, lacking any himself, and Dolmen was forced to submit to the long and exhaustive domination of his sensitive, exposed buds.

Only when they were red and raw, glistening with the basilisk's saliva, did the beast relent.

"And risk losing_this_? No. Had I told you earlier how you were affecting my hunts, you might have taken steps to hide your scent. I can't have that... hunts be damned."

"Then why tell me now?"

"Because... human. You asked."

He placed a long, slow lick across his mate's face.

"And because tonight... when I own you... when I punish your body for ruining my hunts with its... delectable.... scent... I want you to know the reason for your suffering."

Whatever response Dolmen would have summoned was swallowed as the basilisk lurched forward rapidly and wrapped his jaws around his mate's smaller head. That immense, mobile tongue surged forward and pushed past the weak defenses of his lips to spear deep into his throat, and with his arms pinned Dolmen could only moan and gag and squirm as the basilisk took every inch of his throat for his own pleasure. Feeling the wriggling, squirming man beneath him only served to increase the pleasure Basalt felt in his own dominance, and he rumbled happily and caressed his mate's raw chest and inner thighs with his other set of paws. Slipping a claw down to Dolmen's taint, he let its blunt tip scrape down the human's sensitive perineum. The yelp that followed was greedily swallowed.

Basalt felt his mate struggling for breath with his thick tongue in his throat and a set of jaws wrapped around his head, and at last- with a satisfied groan- he pulled himself off and let his tongue slide leisurely from its new home. Inch after inch of pink, stretchy muscle slid wetly from the gagging man's mouth until at last all of it came out with a wet "schlop". Basalt let his tongue drag across the human's face.

"You see that?" he asked as he slowly retracted it back into his own maw. "That is twenty-three inches as you humans measure. And it was all inside of you just now. I think I tasted the opening to your stomach."

He smacked his lips.

"Delicious."

Dolmen could only cough and sputter in response. He did so enjoy being handled roughly- it was one of the things Basalt could do to him that so few humans could- but he could do without all that tongue business. Basilisk kisses were not pleasant at all.

"But I've had enough of your mouth."

With that he gave that devilish grin again and pulled his blunt head down. He kept the man's armed pinned as he lined his head up with his mate's groin, and licking his lips once more he buried his snout underneath Dolmen's plump sack without a moment of hesitation or a word of warning. The human gasped as he felt Basalt eagerly sniff and dig deep into his most sensitive and sacred of places, and as the beast eagerly huffed in the smell of his hairy, loose sack and taint he was left powerless in the grip of his submissive pleasure. Basalt's second set of paws clutched the man's thighs and spread them apart, and with such easy access the basilisk took his time and thoroughly rooted around for every choice breath of manly musk. The sounds of his deep, pleasured moans filled the cavern in symphony with the tense gasps of his human mate.

He pulled back only after he was sure every inch had been thoroughly explored and exploited. He placed a slow, languid lick straight between both of his mate's balls as he retreated, letting his thick tongue trail up and slide across the human's rock-hard shaft before grinning cruelly.

"You know, I could smell this from miles away. How much better it is at this distance. So tasty... you have no idea how bad I want to eat them."

Dolmen laughed nervously.

"Hehe... it's been while since you made that joke, old thing."

The basilisk looked up at his mate's cock. The grin vanished.

"I don't joke, human."

The basilisk opened his cavernous mouth wide and let Dolmen get a good, long look at the rows and rows of a predator's fangs... before snapping them down on his groin-

-and stopping just at the point where his fangs grazed the loose skin of his mate's sack.

" HOLY... shit Basalt! I thought you were gonna do it that time."

Basalt chuckled in that deep, bass voice and gave another long lick to his lover's precious jewels. He patted them with his heavy paw as he rose and released Dolmen's sore hands.

"No. Not today. I need them for other things."

Basalt stepped back a pace and allowed Dolmen sit back up. The basilisk turned around slowly as his mate rose, and he let that inhuman grin slip back over his muzzle. His thick hind leg rose slowly, ponderously off of the ground. Dolmen eye's followed the motion, and as the basilisk revealed his underbelly to his mate he was given a show that very few humans had ever witnessed. Over the long years of their companionship Dolmen had become rather well acquainted with the natural equipment of a male flatlands basilisk. He would even venture that- on that particular subject- he might have even been the most well acquainted human in Buru. Nevertheless, when Basalt leered at him like that and raised that heavy hind leg, displaying in oh-so-shameless glory his malehood for the smaller human's sole pleasure, he still felt a little woozy.

He blamed the musk.

Basalt was an old basilisk, and a large one, and what lay between his thick and powerfully muscled hind legs was a sure sign of such. Nearly three feet of smooth, slippery prehensile cock had slid out from the swollen, leathery folds of the basilisk's vent and now rested casually on the floor. With a slow, sensual roll of the beast's broad hips the organ wriggled into life, and the tip pulled itself up to squirm and wave enticingly at the stunned human. It's enticing, powerful aroma hit him like a punch in the gut.

Basalt licked his fangs and let his cock pull itself off the ground to dance slowly in smooth arcs. He growled low in his throat as he watched his mate's reaction. He could see just how clearly his human wanted him.

"You're gonna get bred, human."

The cock slowly curled against itself as its tip rose back towards the basilisk's body, and Dolmen watched with wide eyes as it traced the swollen area of flesh beneath his vent. The skin there had bulged and sagged from the weight of the old basilisk's tremendously heavy internal testicles, and the slim cocktip traced each obscene bulge with gentle strokes, leaving a wet trail on the hide where it had touched. Dolmen tried not to imagine just how much of that thick, hot basilisk cum was churning in those massive orbs. Churning for him.

"I'm not standing like this for my own amusement, Dolmen. Come here and claim them."

Dolmen crawled forward slowly at the command, and as he approached the basilisk he saw the beast's cock slide slowly back into its vent with a wet "slurp". Inch after inch disappeared back into the heavy folds in slow contractions as the twitching muscles of the basilisk's waist and hips worked to pull his tool back into his body. By the time Dolmen had positioned himself before his mate's vent it had escaped entirely back into its sheath. Dolmen knew he would see it again when the basilisk was ready.

He's just teasing me.

He sidled up to the larger male's exposed underbelly and shuddered at the warmth and danger of their proximity. The powerful, enveloping musk that Basalt produced was nearly enough to knock the breath from him, and his cock twitched involuntarily as the close-range assault of the scent smacked him. He remembered the early days when just a whiff of the basilisk's cock had been enough to set him off. He had learned control over the years, but it was still a challenge to think straight when Basalt forced him to endure his musk up close and personal. Fear and lust clouded his mind, and he wondered if the sensation was natural for prey like himself.

And Basalt says my smell affects him. Ha.

Basalt grew impatient as his mate ogled his exposed groin. His tail flicked up and slapped Dolmen's arm rudely.

"What are you waiting for, human? I'm not getting any younger."

Dolmen knew what his mate wanted, and reaching up he grabbed a handful of heavy basilisk sack. The beast groaned out in appreciation, nearly purring as his mate gently tugged and rolled the thick, sensitive skin and the great egg-givers beneath it. He felt them twitch and heave under his touch, and Basalt's slit leaked a single strand of pearly, slick fluid as he was manhandled. All the while Dolmen was beaten aback by wave after wave of potent musk, and his own cock practically drooled from the exposure.

"I am not a hatchling. Harder," Basalt grunted.

Dolmen obeyed, pulling, pressing and clutching the heavy orbs under his hands with more force. He put his considerable muscles to the task, and his biceps strained and flexed as his hands worked the hot, heavy flesh. The basilisk rumbled his approval of this new unrestrained force.He sighed deeply as his mate worked him, and his long, thick tongue hung out from his maw as the smaller human kneaded his sore and pent-up balls. Dolmen pulled roughly on the loose, heavy flesh of the basilisk's pride, stretching it out from his mate's massive body before tugging it flat and pressing it back taut to see the clear, bulging outline of those two pineapple sized seed factories. Basalt groaned in pleasure.

"Use your... ugh... teeth."

At this command the human hesitated. He wasn't sure what would happen if he were to press his face against the source of that powerful musk. He might cum on the spot or even pass out. It had happened before. He looked back at his mate's face- now twisted in a toothy grimace of ecstasy- and back at the heavy sack he was currently abusing without much apparent effect.

"Teeth. Now."

The gruff voice offered no pity, and Dolmen gulped nervously.

Oh boy... here we go.

He opened his mouth and took a quick breath- unfortunately this served only to make him take in a heady lungful of his mate's potent musk straight from the source- before burying his face in the basilisk's warm, tough sack. He tried not to breathe in, but as soon as his tongue brushed against the basilisk's musky hide he knew he had made a mistake. The feral, masculine scent hit him like a thunderbolt, frying his senses and sending a pulse of pure pleasure straight from his nose, down his spine and down his pulsing shaft. His vision sparkled with blurry stars as he came hard, and caught in his lust he smothered himself willingly in his mate's egg-makers. His cock spurted out onto the furs as he desperately mouthed and tugged at his mate's sack. Far away he heard his mate roar out in satisfaction at this new, far-preferred treatment.

This didn't last long however. Almost immediately after Dolmen came Basalt took in the scent of his mate's seed. His body shuddered from his blunt head down to the tip of his tail as he caught the scent of the human's cum. Beneath his fervently working teeth and lips, Dolmen felt the basilisk's ponderous balls heave violently as his own lengthy cock spurted in it's sleeve.

With a throaty growl Basalt pried the human from his crotch and threw him back down on the furs. Ignoring his dazed and spent mate, he wheeled around and pressed his snout roughly into the furs where Dolmen had released that quick spurt of seed. He buried his nose in it, huffing deeply, desperately, before dragging his tongue along the furs to collect everything that had been spent. Again and again he pulled his broad tongue along the furs until the hair of the pelt was wet and matted, and when he was satisfied nothing had gone to waste he glared at the human with those lethal eyes.

Disgust. And hunger.

"Weak."

With a furious roar he pounced on the prone human-slamming several hundred pounds of muscle and mass down on his smaller mate's body- and Dolmen tried not to cry out as the basilisk's vast jaws swooped down and swallowed his cock and balls all at once. Broad, powerful paws came up and held his arms over his head once again as the second pair came and spread his trembling knees apart. With his mate completely exposed and restrained, the massive beast was given total and utter access to the human's sensitive body. Dolmen could only gasp out in pleasure as his overly sensitive and spent cock was slurped and sucked dry by the basilisk's powerful tongue.

"Thlorp... suckle...thlorp... suckle... thlorp."

The wet sounds of the basilisk's tongue and throat bounced around the cave in harmony with the sweet gasps and groans of the caught human, and Dolmen's muscular limbs trembled under the grip of the basilisk as he was completely devoured. The basilisk took in a deep shuddering breath against the human's dark pubic hair, taking in his mate's most powerful scent straight from the source.

"You... suckle... are... thlorp... schlop... mine," he rumbled between eager sucks. Dolmen shuddered and groaned as the basilisk ran his thick, bumpy tongue against his sack. Basalt took in another breath of the human's musk. A deep, desperate breath. His eyes took on a predatory glint. His tongue scooped up the man's balls and took them into his mouth, and he pressed his great fangs lightly against the sensitive skin there.

Dolmen tensed. He got the message.

These are mine, the basilisk was saying. These tiny, pathetic, human balls belong to me. The seed inside them- weak prey seed- belongs to me. Not to the furs. If you are going to cum, it will be in me. Nowhere else.

The fangs pressed down harder. Just enough to prove their point.

Understand?

"Gah... ugh... okay! Okay...I'm s-sorry!" he managed to utter between groans. The basilisk rumbled his approval. His mate knew to whom he belonged. He gave the human's sack one last, swooping lick before letting them slip from his jaws.

"Tch, how can Men even mate with such little things? A hatchling can cum more than you, Dolmen."

He released the human and crawled over him, lining up Dolmen's limp cock and soaked balls with his own. The basilisk let his balls press down weightily on the human's, and Dolmen looked down to see just how immensely the beast's sack dwarfed his own. He felt the intimate throb of the great orbs against his as they churned.

"This," he said as he let his cock slip out and maneuvered it just enough to prod the human's sack and lift it up against his own, "this is what a male should have between his legs. Don't you agree?"

He retracted his slippery cock and retreated back down the human's body to press his muzzle against his mate's exposed throat. He opened his jaws and set his fangs against Dolmen's neck. The human winced. It had been a long time since his mate had risked that. Basalt was a predator, and when something like him- something smaller and frailer like he was- was between his fangs, anything could happen. Instinct could set him to kill. Dolmen was glad he trusted the beast as much as he did.

Basalt ran his tongue along his mate's open throat, tasting his sweat and enjoying the feeling of his dark stubble against his tongue. As he did this his massive paw came down and settled over the human's limp and spent pride, and Dolmen winced as the calloused, rough paw clutched and groped at him.

"You're not done yet," the basilisk rumbled between moments of gnawing and licking. "I'm still hungry..."

He released his neck and spread his jaws along the human's face, enveloping him as his mouth was pried open once again by that thick and dexterous tongue. At this point Dolmen didn't even try to resist, and after only a moment Basalt eased it down the human's practiced throat, tasting everything he could reach. Dolmen gagged once, twice, choking on the beast's thick, heavy saliva and the taste of his own cum. A thunderous groan erupted from the beast as he felt the human squirm under his body, and he relished that the human could only breathe in the air of his own mouth.

Even his breath belong to his mate.

He pulled his tongue out with a wet "slurp" as Dolmen coughed and sputtered. He gave the man's crotch a neat tap with his paw, letting a claw flick playfully against the smaller, fleshy cock. Dolmen had grown hard again, though he was terribly sore and still extremely sensitive.

"That's good enough. You're going in. Hard."

"What? I already came, Basalt. I'm not-"

"It wasn't a request."

"You know, you're lucky I'm into this whole act. I'm getting really tired of being interrupted."

"In. Now."

His tone dropped back to that razor edge. Dolmen swallowed nervously. He wasn't sure he had it in him.

C'mon, old man. You can do this.

The basilisk gave Dolmen's collarbone one last, long lick before he crawled up along the human's prone form.Dolmen's face brushed up against the basilisk's broad chest, and up the beast went until his mate's cock was directly against the swollen, leathery folds of his sheathe-vent. Basalt gave a guttural, throaty gasp as he felt the human's flesh grind against his own, and for a moment he simply stood still above him. Dolmen could feel the needy folds practically throbbing against his sensitive glans, beckoning him in.

Then Basalt began to press. The weight of the beast's thighs as he grinded and pressed their bodies flush was immense, and he worried the basilisk might break his hips this time.

He truly is desperate today.

"Put... it... in," the basilisk growled from between clenched fangs, and Dolmen reached a hand down between their bodies to grasp his firm, slick member. He trembled as he pointed it up, pressed it forward-

And then the basilisk slammed his weight down without restraint, and the man's thick cock sank down to the root. Basalt roared furiously as his smaller mate penetrated him, and behind him his tail snapped about and constricted around the dresser, splintering the wood. Dolmen gasped as he felt the hot, slick and utterly tight walls of the basilisk's vent wrap tight around him, and he almost came again then and there as it squeezed mercilessly on his sore, rigid shaft.

He restrained himself; Basalt would kill him if he finished this early.

Focus.

But focus was difficult to come by. Every breath sent potent, heady pheromones coursing through his system, and he struggled to breathe as the beast sank his vast weight down mercilessly upon his chest. Basalt's heavy body and thick limbs shuddered from the pleasure he stole from his weaker mate, and his massive arms trembled as he held himself up against his human. Dolmen felt the basilisk's thunderous heartbeat against his chest. The lustfull beat thrummed against him; he even felt it in his cock as that wondrously slick, tight sheathe suckled and tugged on him.

"Ahhh," the basilisk groaned. "I need this."

He ground his hips down upon the smaller body beneath him, and his deep growls and bass hisses told Dolmen just how much truth lay in that statement. Dolmen could only groan in return and endure.

It wasn't as though he didn't receive his own pleasure. Far from it. He reveled in the feeling of the brute mass above him, in the rough texture of the leathery flesh against his chest and crotch and the heavy, demanding weight that pressed between his thighs with utter need. He didn't know what strange twist of fate led him to enjoy the company of such a beast, or why the heavens above had instilled within him the desire to throw himself in the lewd games of domination and hunger that his basilisk demanded from his mate. As his cock sunk in to the balls in his mate's deep vent however, he didn't care. He moaned deeply in utter satisfaction, praising whatever divinity had given him this life.

His cock was trapped in that slick, tight slot alongside that of the basilisk's, and he felt the larger male's cock squirm and twist beside his own. Spike of pleasure shot through him as Basalt's vent tightened and squeezed hungrily around his shaft, and he wrapped his arms around the wide midsection of his mate. The sticky slopping sounds as the basilisk ground and pounded down upon the human sounded messily in the cave, and before long a small pool had formed from the wet juices dripping down Dolmen's balls and onto the matted furs.

"Ba... Basalt... ease up," he stammered between breathless moments when the basilisk's body wasn't crushing the air out of his lungs. Basalt only growled deeply in response. He ground his hips back down against m even harder as if to punish Dolmen for such a request. Down below, Dolmen felt the basilisk's heavy sack throb and twitch against his own. He couldn't help but notice just how massive Basalt's own pair was when compared to his as they rubbed against him.

"Feel that?" the beast rumbled above him. "Soon now."

That tight vent clutched at him again, and he felt the basilisk's needy fluids drip down through the seal and pool across his balls. He gave a weak thrust up into that tight orifice- not because he was weak but because he had to push up against hundreds of pounds of basilisk to do so. Basalt rumbled approval, and one thrust after another the human grunted and thrust and was rewarded with slick wet noises and twisting, heavenly squeezes around his trapped shaft. Each thrust and each resulting clutch around his cock sent a spike of pleasure through them both.

Again... shclick... again.... grunt, shclick.... moan.... shlick... again.

He felt his balls begin to pull up and snuggle close to his body even as the basilisk's own internal pair began to tremble and twitch urgently against him. Then the basilisk suddenly rolled over, pulling his mate along with him, and Dolmen found himself on top of the massive beast, his cock still snugly embedded deep within. Basalt smugly looked down the bridge of his flat snout at his mate and folded his thick arms behind his head to watch. He growled lustfully, the reverberation sounding all through his body and precipitating a constriction in his vent that made Dolmen shudder.

"Did I tell you to stop, human?"

Dolmen was already breathless and sweating, but he settled back into position between the basilisk's thick thighs and started to thrust deeper into the slick vent. One of the basilisk's paws suddenly swatted him on the head, and he saw stars for a moment. Basalt wasn't a light hitter.

"Gah! What the hell?"

"I've had enough of that. Get it where it belongs."

Oh. He can't mean-

"Deep. Or I'll do it myself, and you don't want that. Not today."

Dolmen nodded dumbly, still a bit dazed by the musk. He pulled out slowly, feeling Basalt's vent clutch and grasp wetly on him as he struggled to remove himself. The basilisk's cock teased his own relentlessly within the vent, squirming and wriggling with intense fervor against his smooth, sensitive crown as he pulled back. The slick, wet sound of his progress accompanied his huffs and the basilisk's low growl of pleasure, and Dolmen was sure his lethal eyes were fixed on his slowly emerging cock. He felt the blood rush to his face; he loved it when the basilisk looked at him like property.

He pulled his cock out until just the head remained, and right when he tried to yank his hips back and finish the job the basilisk set a broad paw on his shapely rear and pushed down. Hard. With a pleasured, defeated groan he sank back down to the root, and a feral rumble and shudder rippled down the basilisk's prone body all the way to the tip of his tail as he was filled again. Those heavy balls throbbed in appreciation against his own.

"Ahh... dammit Basalt... I was close."

The basilisk's paw squeezed on his firm, plump cheeks, slipped a blunt claw between for a tease. He licked his lips lasciviously, and Dolmen was treated to a view of that thick instrument as it swabbed the outside of the basilisk's maw.

"Huhuh. Couldn't resist. Looks like you'll have to start over."

"Shut it, lizard. Let me concentrate, or this is gonna be over real quick."

He pulled up again, all force this time, and his cock emerged with great effort as the wet "slorp" filled the cave with lewd sound. He shuddered as his head was pulled free with one wet pop, and as soon as it was free both the basilisk and the human gasped. Basalt's cock slipped free almost immediately to wrap back around his mate's wet, sticky package, and the basilisk chuckled as this elicited further moans from his human. His cock easily wrapped around Dolmen's waist and still had room to tuck and wrap itself around his hefty, human sack.

"In. Now. I want to feel that seed in the back of my guts."

"Lovely talk, Basalt."

The basilisk rumbled in agitation, but Dolmen obeyed. He praised the divinity that had blessed him with this opportunity and scooted back to line his cock up to the basilisk's tightly sealed backdoor. it had been a while since the beast had let him do this on his own. He knew Basalt was eyeing him, and he wished he could look up just once to meet his lover's face as he sank in. He would never have that pleasure, but it wasn't so bad.

Time to work your magic, old man.

He smiled, and as he pushed himself in- burying himself hilt deep all the way to the sack in one heavy, powerful thrust- he reached down and grasped the basilisk's cock with both hands, pulling the entirety of his mate's long tool from its holster in one go. The slippery tool seized and shuddered as it unwrapped itself from Dolmen's own, and the human was rewarded with a shot of thick, musky basilisk cum straight on his broad chest and a roar of utter satisfaction from his mate. He didn't wait for the basilisk to recover- he was strong enough to endure anything he could throw at him- and so he wasted no time in pounding down into his mate, stroking and manhandling the basilisk's lengthy, slippery cock as he did so.

Basalt's blunt snout twisted in a grimace of absolute ecstasy, and with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure Dolmen was able to look up and see his lover's face without fear. He wrung the beast's cock, watching Basalt's face contort as he changed tactics and let his hand glide and slip over the sensitive tip while his other hand squeezed and massaged the base. His heels dug into the furs beneath them as he gained purchase and pushed.

Deep, just like the basilisk wanted.

"Grah... human...I ... can't."

"Ha. Lost a bit of endurance over the years, huh?"

He mercilessly pounded into the larger beast, glad to finally have the opportunity to pay back in full the domination he had been subject to. He enjoyed watching the beast beneath him: the way the basilisk's maw snapped and yawned as he gasped, the way his long, wet cock squirmed in his grip, the muscles of his wide chest and long belly as his reptilian body roiled and twitched under the brutal assault that the smaller human was dishing out. He felt his cock bump into the massive, heavy nut of the basilisk's plump prostate, and after he had it located he tilted his hips and drummed down hard against it.

Basalt roared again, deafening his mate as the thunderous sounds of his bliss echoed in the close confines of their home. He felt the walls of his mate's tunnel constrict around him wonderfully, felt basilisk's cock wriggle furiously in his hands as those internal testicles seized and shuddered, and Dolmen watched with a pleased expression as gallons of thick, beastly seed finally spewed forth from the squirming shaft.

Who's the prey now?

Each rich burst splattered audibly against Basalt's broad chest, and seizing upon an idea Dolmen grabbed the tip of his mate's cock and pointed it straight at his mate's head. The basilisk's maw was still gaping as he shuddered and roared out his climax, and his open jaws were an easy target as Dolmen aimed the line of fire straight in. Basalt's roar was cut short as a particularly heavy, hot load shot straight down his throat and against his tongue, and the rest of his climax splashed onto his face and flush throat as he sputtered and coughed.

"Damn... cough... human."

Dolmen grinned and grinded himself deeper in. He let a hand trail down to massage the fleshy hide that marked his mate's internal testicles, and the basilisk let out an uncharacteristic whimper as his spent sack was worked hard and rough.

"Got ya, old thing."

"Grrrgh."

Basalt's eyes shot open, and just as soon as Dolmen had uttered his words of victory the basilisk's paws clamped down on his plump behind, trapping him inside. He felt the tunnel constrict around him once more, wringing his cock, and he winced as he realized just how close he was to cumming himself.

Basalt grinned once again. His teeth glistened with more than just saliva now. A long, thick trail of yellowed cum slid down the curve of a fang and trickled onto his lip.

"Still hungry."

"No. You're kidding me... I'm too old for this shi-"

With one sudden, swift movement the basilisk rolled back onto his belly and pinned the human's hands to his side. Back on top, he pushed down against Dolmen and- using his immense weight- slammed himself down on his mate's cock as he viciously rode him. Deep and hard. Dolmen let out a ragged sound somewhere between a scream and a moan; the pleasure from the basilisk using him like a toy contrasted against the unpleasant trauma of having more than a ton of beastly muscle slam him into the ground.

" Every. Last. Drop."

Back in his place, pinned down against the furs, Dolmen could only lay back and try to resist the overwhelming pleasure of domination as the basilisk forcibly rode his cock. Basalt didn't have to move his great, leathery hips far to slide up and down the smaller human's shaft, and his massive rear was a blur of movement as he slapped himself up and down on his mate, riding him for his own pleasure. Dolmen quivered as every intimate sensation rippled across his body and battered at his senses. Each breath against the beast's chest was a lungful of heady musk, and his ears rang with the sound of their pleasured panting and the wet slaps of hide against sticky, flush skin.

Slap, shlorp, slap, shlorp, slap, shlorp.

Dolmen lacked the stamina of his youth, and it only took a few minutes of labored, frantic pounding before he felt his sack tighten up and his muscles tense up in preparation. The basilisk sensed his mate begin to spasm beneath him, and in an astounding feat of flexibility for his age he curled his back up and arced his head down to seal his jaws around the humans head, just in time to catch the pleasured gasp of his mate's release as he shot deep within. He swallowed the breathless moan of his prey, savoring the smell and taste of complete and utter surrender. The human's cock pumped and unloaded in the deepest reaches of his mate's body, and Basalt rumbled in approval as he felt the warm seed batter against his prostate.

That was where it belonged.

As they descended from their rapturous climax Basalt opened his maw and released his mate's face. He gave the man's cock one last squeeze before rolling back onto his back with a throaty sigh of satisfaction. He pulled Dolmen with him, and the human collapsed against the basilisk's broad belly with an exhausted groan. He was absolutely spent. Basalt wrapped his great paws around the his back, holding him close. His rolling heartbeat thundered against the man's muscular chest. As Dolmen lay his head against his mate's belly, he could easily fall asleep to the sound.

The basilisk had other ideas.

"Dolmen?" Basalt called gruffly, cutting the silence, and the man looked up with bleary eyes at the sound of his mate's voice. The basilisk yawned, and Dolmen was treated with the sight of his mate's cavernous jaws and glistening fangs. He noted that only a few seconds before his head had been neatly tucked away inside of that maw.

The human blinked. "Hey you. Better now?"

"Ugh... I believe so."

"Good. Nearly broke my hips there, old thing. I'm exhausted."

The basilisk chuckled throatily. "Yes. I'm sorry, Dolmen. I don't quite know what came over me... this really is becoming a problem, I'm telling you."

"Yeah. Don't get me wrong. The sex is great, but we kinda have to eat too."

"Well, now that I have a clear head again... I think we can figure out a solution."

"Sounds like a plan."

The basilisk's voice had lost that razor edge, and just as Dolmen had predicted Basalt was back to his old self. This was the basilisk he had fallen in love with. The other beast, the one he had just mated with, that was just lust. An entirely different matter. A matter that had its time and its place. But now that Dolmen knew the cause of his mate's recent difficulties, he could put the matter to rest. He would take measures to ensure Basalt wouldn't catch his scent during his hunts.

"Dolmen?"

"Hmm?"

"You're not going to sleep, are you? It is still light outside."

"No. I'm just a... a bit spent."

"Good. Then get your clothes back on. You're going to the village after all."

"Huh? Why?"

The basilisk grinned again. The act had lost all malice and depravity now. From this angle it even seemed a bit goofy.

"Because... I'm still hungry. For real food, though. And it's either you or the old widow's chickens."