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"Hit me with another, Burris!"

The donkey bartender snickered a bit at the lizard's eager request. "Another? You don't usually go past two unless you're trying to hit on someone. And you're not usually that vocal about it either. So either something really good or something really bad happened to you today...which is it, Monroe?" The question was a bit unnecessary; the wide grin across Monroe's yellow face said more than enough. It was a face that had been in his bar more than a few times, so he'd gotten to know Monroe pretty well...well enough to read him, at least.

"The best, the best possible thing!" Monroe's voice was giddy with excitement, his huge tail thumping around a bit in his eagerness. "They've just authorized a dig for that site I was telling you about - The Ascatan discovery site down south, you remember?"

"Of course I do. You couldn't stop babbling about that, it almost made my ears fall off."

Monroe snorted a laugh at that. "Ass."

"That I am. Any more news flashes?"

"Just one: guess who's gonna be heading up the dig?"

"No shit? No wonder you're so excited." Burris slid another drink into the collared lizard's hands. "Congrats, sounds like it's just about a dream come true. Just don't overdo the celebration, little guy like you might not be able to handle that much liquor."

"I'm not THAT little, and you've seen me take more than two before." Then again, to Burris, a lot of people were small - the donkey looked more like a horse in build, and had a good bit of meat on his bones, a useful trait when one had to play both bartender and bouncer. Monroe, while not tiny, was far from that - a slim collared lizard, a shade over six feet tall, more adapted to scholarly pursuits than physical ones. Which suited him fine - archaeology was his passion anyway, and being a professor in that discipline, he had ways of corralling troublesome students without physical force.

"You're little to me, and I'd lay money that I can drink you under the table," cracked Burris.

"No bet, you could probably drink an elephant under the table. I'll be fine, though, the flight doesn't leave for a week, I don't plan to party THAT hard!"

"If you say so, though you look like you're in quite the partying mood. Are these ruins really that special?"

"You kidding me? They're one of the most completely preserved ruins that's ever been found! There's entire rooms under the ground, furnished and preserved from the world for centuries! Half of what we do won't be digging, it'll be cataloguing what we see in front of our faces - you don't even KNOW how rare it is for an archaeologist to be able to do that! And for a civilization we know so little about!"

"Okay, okay! Settle your teal butt down, I get it! It's a big deal, the work of a lifetime, and I'm just a plebe who can't appreciate it. So you're going with a team, then?"

"Yeah, a bunch of students who're at the top of the class, getting a chance to do some major work for their degree. I picked some of them myself...no way I'm letting just anyone put there hands in there, they gotta be the most trustworthy people I can find!"

"And I'm sure you're good at find that," Burris chuckled. "Gonna be the crown jewel work for the esteemed Dr. Lehner."

Monroe grimaced a bit. "Burris, you KNOW how I feel about being called that."

"Get used to it. You've got a bunch of students who're gonna be following you out of the country for work that could make or break their careers. You're gonna be hearing the title a whole hell of a lot, whether you like it or not."

"Easy, I'll just tell 'em they'll be sent home if they call me anything but Monroe. It's just too formal for me!"

"Yeah, like that'll work. Face it, blueberry, the kids are gonna see you as an authority figure, you're not getting away from that! Work on it all you want, but you're still gonna hear plenty of doctors around you! And that's not even getting into the other people you'll meet."

A pause, before Monroe shrugged. "Well, I'll figure something out, don't you worry about me! I can handle getting a few doctors thrown my way for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"I should hope so! I'd take it in a heartbeat, the best I usually hear is 'asswipe.' And that's just counting the ones I can make out. So I'm guessing I won't be seeing much of you this summer, then?"

Monroe nodded. "Not for about twelve weeks. I hope you'll be able to manage without me for that long!"

Now it was Burris's turn to snort in laughter. "Somehow I think I'll manage."

---

As the evening wore on, Monroe tapered off his drinking, but he still had a pretty good buzz going. That, plus his endless elation at his appointment, had him feeling good, confident...enough that he felt like chatting someone up, seeing about taking them back for another type of fun. It was something he liked to do, wished he could do more often...there just happened to be a couple issues in the way of it.

But he was lubed up enough tonight that he thought he might be able to get past that...and as his eyes caught a rather big gator that had sat himself at the bar at some point during the night, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. A healthy, masculine figure, clearly muscular and eager to show it with the short-sleeved shirt showing off a nice set of guns...it was the figure he kind of wished he could have, but definitely liked in his partners.

And as he started to chat the gator up, it was clear that the interest was mutual. His name was Markus, he was a student at the university, a weight trainer but not a meathead, and seeming to have an interest in academic types. He'd mentioned a fascination with the biological sciences and a pursuit of a degree of some sort in the field, but at the moment both of them were definitely more focused on a different type of biology. It took very little convincing to get Markus to agree to come back to his place, where he was certain he could ogle that handsome body as he worked it over. It couldn't have been more perfect...in theory, anyway.

The cab back to his place, he couldn't stop rubbing Markus's body through his clothes. The feel of the muscle he possessed was such a turn-on, the tautness and thickness that was ubiquitous on the green machine...he could already imagine how those cords of muscle might writhe and twist under his fingers as he worked over the gator on his bed. And from the quiet purrs and rumbles Markus was giving off and the arm around his shoulder, he was really getting into it...it was almost a miracle that the two in their somewhat buzzed haze didn't start making out in the back like a couple of teenagers. Which probably would have been a bit of a scandal, and that was the last thing Monroe wanted after getting his dream gig...that more than anything was what kept him in check until they arrived at his house.

Everything was going just as planned until they reached Monroe's bedroom. The clothes were coming off, Markus had a head of steam and was clearly eager to get to the action...but then his pants came down, and Monroe had a sudden sobering moment. The young man was hung - he was equipped with a slit which had effectively hidden things, but now that he was horny and ready for action, his endowment had emerged and it was impressive, somewhere between nine and ten inches long and around two and a half wide apart from the pointed tip by Monroe's estimate. And he could also see the swelling near the base showing balls that were about the size of a plum each. It had to be a point of pride for the young gator...and a point of envy and doubt for Monroe.

There's no way I can measure up.

The collared lizard had doffed his own pants, but was feeling rather inadequate next to what he was seeing. His own, uncut length was hard at six-and-a-half inches long and one-and-a-half wide - measures that he was all too familiar with - and orbs that clocked in just a hair above golf ball-sized. Maybe he should've been satisfied, size wasn't what mattered, he could get in bed with most any guy he really wanted and they wouldn't care...and none of that helped in his mind. He loved to look at guys with big dicks, loved to be with them...but also wanted that for himself, above anything else. And now, just like almost always, faced with a partner endowed more generously than he, he was faltering, doubting himself.

He's gotta be used to bigger guys than me. He'd be bored if I tried to top him...I'm sure he's a lot more used to taking the lead with someone my size. There's no way I can...satisfy him the way I want.

It had him tempted to call the whole thing off...except, that would be rude, would leave him unsatisfied, and just be all around unpleasant. And he really did want to get some action that night...so once again it was a course of action he was familiar with. He put on a smile and threw himself against Markus, grinding against him. "So...you ready to have your way with me, you big stud?"

Markus grinned down at him, though clearly a little caught off-guard. "Oh, is that what you're after? And here I thought you were going a different direction, the way you were trying to eat me up with your eyes earlier."

"What can I say? I'm a man of varied tastes."

"No problem with that. I'm good either way. Just make sure you keep up with me, little lizard."

"Well, don't you have the sharp tongue? Maybe you can put it to better use." Monroe slid back and laid himself down on the bed, spreading his legs and heaving his tail out of the way, putting his tight bud on display for Markus. The gator wasted no time, climbing on behind him and leaning in, his claws spreading the collared lizard's cheeks so that he could start licking and slurping at Monroe's ass, prepping him for the main event.

It felt good, Monroe couldn't deny that...the sensation of Markus's tongue over his pucker was pleasantly enticing, keeping him hard and engaged. It still, though, wasn't how he had planned things...and that was a common occurrence. He ended up on the bottom a lot more than he wanted to be...he didn't hate it, for sure, but he wished he could feel confident enough to take charge more often like he wanted to. He liked to be the top, but it just never felt right with bigger guys. Maybe he'd feel more confident if the other guy was equipped smaller than he was...the problem was, he was attracted to the big package on the muscular guys, that was what he wanted. And so being on bottom was an all too familiar experience, and one he worried he'd have to be resigned to for good.

Though, Markus was doing his best to make sure he was satisfied despite the non-ideal scenario. The gator was clearly experienced in rimming, he was pushing his tongue inside and around Monroe's tailhole just right to make him moan out in pleasure. He pushed back into Markus, trying to get him inside further, and Markus was more than accommodating, lashing his hot organ deeper inside, getting deep enough that his lower jaw was able to cup Monroe's balls fully, giving him a nice sack massage at the same time. Maybe it wasn't his highest preference, but he didn't think he was going to mind it so much this time.

Finally, Markus pulled back, grinning at the sight of Monroe squirming a bit from his treatment. "Seems like you're good and ready, now...try not to blow too quickly, I know it'll be good but I'd like to have a chance to finish."

Monroe flipped onto his back and stuck his tongue out at Markus. "Oh, you think you're a hot shot? You're gonna have to work it out of me, bucko."

"You think so? Well, we'll see about that." Markus leaned over, lining his cock up with the lizard's tailhole and smearing precum all around the rim. Monroe watched him tease his entrance, and bit back the urge to tell him to go for it already...the young man was trying to rile him up, but he wasn't going to take that bait. Even if his dick was throbbing and dripping pre onto his balls...

Finally, though, Markus pressed in, slowly stretching Monroe's tailhole around his girth. Monroe drew a sharp breath inward, it had been a bit since his last encounter so it was at the first moment a sharper sensation than he expected...but he was experienced with generous size, and relaxed pretty easily into it shortly afterwards. Markus was stretching him slowly, filling him up at an easy clip, humming pleasantly as he went deeper inside. He didn't stop pushing until he reached the base, their two bodies meeting with a light bump.

Both were panting, definitely enjoying the pleasure. For Monroe it was almost enough to forget what he'd wanted to do...not quite, but almost. Markus truly did feel good back there, not the biggest he'd ever had but more than big enough to given him a nice stretch and filling. And he was pretty sure the young, muscular gator was up to give him a good pounding. "Don't hold anything back on me...I can handle whatever you give me."

Markus grinned down at him. "You got it." He drew himself out, and then thrust back in with a nice energy, smacking his hips into Monroe's rear. The collared lizard moaned out shakily as he felt his prostate get nicked, sending a thrill all throughout him. And this time Markus didn't wait around, dragging his thick shaft back out more quickly and humping back in, really starting to work it out. His body dropped partway onto Monroe's, holding him gently as he started to speed up, rocking in and out of the lizard's body.

Monroe was starting to hold Markus's body as well, rubbing himself against those handsome muscles and just getting into the ride. His cock was grinding between the two bodies, leaking more precum onto each of them, while his rear was ringing out with wet smacks every time Markus hilted into him, a sound that was becoming more frequent every minute. He was so big, it felt so good...what Monroe wouldn't have given to be able to give that kind of pleasure, to be the one pounding in and stretching his partner so wonderfully, leaking so much inside him...

As Markus got close, his thrusts getting a bit unsteady, he unwrapped one arm and reached between the two of them, gripping Monroe's dick with his hand and starting to stroke it. The lizard flushed, the feel of that big strong hand served just to highlight his lack of size to him...though it clearly wasn't Markus's intention, the gator had no clue what he was thinking, he was simply trying to give Monroe all the pleasure he could. And his hand was just as experienced as every other part of him, jerking him at just the right speed and tension, his nail sweeping under Monroe's foreskin as a fingertip rubbed at the sensitive head...

"Ah!" With his mind distracted by other thoughts, Monroe's climax hit unexpectedly, making him jerk a bit and squeeze down hard on Markus's dick. He started shooting hard into the gator's hand, and Markus didn't try to avoid it, helping him squirt out and rubbing it all over the collared lizard's cock as he kept stroking it. His own breathing was getting labored, Monroe could tell it wouldn't be long...and sure enough, just a half-dozen pumps later, a growl signaled out Markus's end, and he was graced once again by the familiar sensation of cum being pulsed into his rear. The warm, sticky fluid felt good inside him, a nice compliment to the relaxed afterglow of his own climax...and there was a lot of good to be had, Markus was shooting plenty of it into him, filling him up nicely. Another thing he liked, another thing he wished he could do...

The gator rolled them over onto their sides, holding Monroe and purring softly. Apparently he was a cuddler...Monroe didn't mind, he was pretty well beat from the booze and the sex, content to lie in Markus's arms until he fell asleep. But while there was plenty of satisfaction, his last thoughts before sleep were tinged with no small amount of disconcerting envy, an all-too-familiar mindset after what should have been something so enjoyable...

---

The encounter with Markus lingered in Monroe's head for longer than it probably should have. He knew he should have been over it quickly - it was a one-night stand, probably not going to mean anything to the gator who he might never actually see again - but it still niggled at him, how he'd gotten cold feet with what he really wanted to do. And he struggled to get that nice, big, juicy package out of his mind...just like all the other times.

By the time he was to fly down south to the Prayana region, he was mostly over it, or so he told himself. At the very least, he was distracted enough from it by the prospect of his work, of bringing the Ascatan back to life in some sense. They were almost the precise definition of a lost tribe, one that the modern world knew next to nothing about, apart from a couple passing mentions in regions they were supposed to have lived nearby to. The discovery of a messy, overgrown village sight had rocked the archaeological world, and even more when it was reported that there were underground chambers that were whole - almost unheard of. It was too big a story for anyone to get exclusivity, but his university had gotten rights to a portion of the site with two chambers supposedly waiting to be examined. They would still have to piece a lot together, there wasn't likely to be a lot of writing to be found, but perhaps there would be artifacts to shed light on the Ascatan...he was already trying to envision a museum exhibit, bringing some of the secrets of the lost tribe out into the open.

That was what occupied his mind as he boarded the late night plane, a cheap red-eye that would get him there in time to get things set up before the students and other supervisors arrived. Despite the hour, he felt wide awake, and doubted he'd be sleeping much on the plane...even though he'd arranged to make that possible. The hour of the flight meant it was virtually empty, and he'd decided to splurge for a first-class seat, his first time out of coach, with more leg and body room that would be perfect for relaxing and dozing off. Even if he wasn't sleeping, though, he was sure he'd enjoy it...

But there turned out to be something else to enjoy - namely, the flight attendant.

His eyes widened as he stepped into the aisle, introduced himself as Trenell, and began reciting the familiar rules of flying and safety procedures. Monroe wasn't listening, didn't really feel he had to with his experience, and maybe a bit distracted by what he was seeing - a shark who looked like he barely fit down the aisles in the first place. He had to be a great white lineage or something like that, looking to be the size of Markus where most sharks he had met were thinner and leaner and tended to be a bit shorter. He wasn't really muscular the same way...he just looked like he was naturally broad.

And then there was down below...the uniform already looked tight on Trenell, but the bulge down there made it appear ready to split open. With a bulge like that, the shark had to be bigger than even Markus was, maybe bordering on a full foot at full mast! And he was certain he could see the outlines of the shark's nuts there, too, not quite defined enough to clearly estimate the size but almost certainly in excess of the gator he'd recently gotten around with.

Fuck...what I wouldn't give to be packing like that.

Mentally he smacked himself. He should have been thinking about the upcoming weeks of ruins exploration, not cock size...but, just like with Markus, it wouldn't go away, it stuck around in his head, images of what it might look like underneath that tight uniform.

And if that wasn't enough, it was making his own pants rather tight as well. A bad time for a boner...thankfully, though, the first class seating was practically empty, and he suspected most of the people in the sparsely-populated coach seats were sleeping, so he probably wasn't going to get called on it. All he did was try to shift it out of sight and get it out of his mind.

Which worked until Trenell came by again, and that bulge was at eye level. "Do you need anything, sir?"

"Ah, well...I guess maybe a drink or something." He hadn't meant alcohol, but his mind was starting to think that might actually be a good idea.

"Of course. We have a small selection of wines...uhm, a pinot grigio, a white zinfadel...er, zinfandel, sorry. Or a nice cabanet...ah, cabernet, uh..."

Monroe couldn't help but smile in amusement and laugh a bit. "Guess your tongue isn't doing its job with all those words today, eh?" He tried to make it sound as good-natured as possible, while still remaining slightly flirty - he didn't want Trenell thinking he was going to get nasty over something like that.

"It's all right. Wines are pretty new to me. Heh...I'm just out of my element." Trenell gave a shy smile. "I mean, I don't think it's possible for a shark to be further out of his element than way up here, as far from the water as you can get. Kind of intimidating, I guess."

"You don't seem that intimidated, though. You been at this job long?"

"Almost a year now. I guess it wasn't my first choice, but it's not too bad. I do like helping people out, and I do get to occasionally spend time in some exotic places. So there's upsides to it. I guess I'd be able to get the same thing closer to the water if I worked on a cruise ship, but they're having some reputation issues these days, and most aren't hiring."

Monroe nodded; he'd heard all about that, too many cases of food poisoning, fires, ships getting stranded, and other unsavory business was meaning tough times for the cruise business. It wasn't really his thing, but a couple of his older colleagues seemed to be very into it. "Either way, you have to deal with people. Must be a lot of awful customers that make the job rougher, eh?"

"Ah, well, you know...I don't mind it that much. They can get demanding, but I can deal with it." There was a bit of a waver in the shark's voice, one that didn't escape Monroe...he sounded almost like he might be a bit embarrassed. About what, the lizard didn't know...unless...

"I bet a lot of people appreciate that more than you know. I don't suppose you take special requests for certain customers?"

"Ah-heh...well, I'm not supposed to take special requests...but I've been, uh, told that I'm very good at taking orders."

It was all Monroe could do to keep a straight face. Holy shit, he's subby as fuck. There was no doubt that Trenell was flirting back with him, and telling him exactly how he liked it. How he could be such a sub with a dick like that...well, the world had its inexplicable wonders. "I hope no one abuses that about you...that would just be plain mean."

"I wouldn't call it abusing, myself. Some have their own ideas about what my job should be, of course...but there's plenty of appreciative customers, and good ones may get a few extra perks under the right circumstances." Trenell's face reddened just a slight bit, but more than enough to be noticeable.

Bloody hell...if this guy's not a platinum member of the Mile High Club, I'll eat my coat. But if he's game... "I hope I count as a good customer, then...maybe your tongue isn't quite doing the words thing well, but do you think it still works for some...other purposes?"

Trenell went even redder; it was getting less subtle by the moment, but clearly he wasn't objecting. "I'd say it's always game for that." He leaned in a bit, keeping his voice down even if no one was immediately around to hear. "If you really want it...the, uh, others have always said that...the first class lavatory has the most room. I have to, uh, make a check of them...every now and then...and the next check is, uh, pretty soon..."

"I'll keep that in mind." Message loud and clear; he let Trenell go, the shark trying to get the red out of his face as he returned briefly to his job. Monroe only waited a short bit, until he was serving one of the few awake passengers in the back, then clicked off his seat belt and slid out of his seat. He was definitely tented, but no one was going to notice as he made his quick jaunt to the restroom in the front.

He clicked it open, and could immediately see what Trenell was talking about; it had about twice the space of a typical plane lavatory. Man, first class gets all the perks... He closed the door, making sure not to lock it, and then sat back on top of the closed toilet seat, undoing the front of his pants and letting his aching erection breathe. The tight pants might have been a mistake...then again, how was he to know he was going to get all hot and bothered on the plane? There was rarely a hot, big-dicked, subby shark steward there. He only hoped that he wouldn't be too small for Trenell...hung as he was, he was probably used to something pretty big, something a lot bigger and better than Monroe.

True to his word, Trenell showed up in the lavatory just a few minutes later. The shark seemed slightly nervous, his smile a tad unsteady as he approached Monroe, eying up the lizard's erect piece. "Should I, uh, clean that for you, sir?" Lordy, he sounded so sexy when he said that...it almost might have been enough to get Monroe to overcome his hesitation with him, if they had had any real opportunity for that.

"Yeah, I'd appreciate that. With your mouth, if you would. And feel free to, ah, get more comfortable while you're at it."

Trenell blushed a bit, but shook his head. "Appreciate the offer, sir, but, if I take it out now I'm probably never getting it back in. These pants are more than a bit tight on me...they haven't gotten around to, uh, relaxed fit yet."

"That's gotta end up leaving you pent up."

Nothing but a bashful averted glance from Trenell as the shark lowered to he knees in front of Monroe. "Wouldn't be the first time, sir." His hand took a hold of the base of the lizard's member and his tongue went night to work, sliding over the head of his shaft and lapping up the dribbling precum that had already gathered there. Monroe gripped the toilet seat and spread his legs wider, trying to keep his moan quiet enough that it wouldn't be heard over the roar of the plane outside the lavatory. That was going to be tough, Trenell was GOOD. Not just sucking dick, but putting him in the mood for a good dick sucking...damn, why couldn't he own the shark for the whole flight?

You couldn't occupy him for the whole flight anyway. He's probably taken twice your size easily.

It was a thought he desperately tried to push aside. He didn't want to start getting insecure now, not with such a limited opportunity. Yet, it was still tougher than he thought, especially considering that Trenell was already taking him all the way to the hilt without so much as a hint of trouble. The shark didn't waste any effort - he went all the way down, then all the way back up, with a flurry of licks all over and just the hint of a scrape of teeth here and there to add some zest to it. Not something most would do, not something most would ask for or be comfortable with, but Trenell made it feel like a natural part of the act, and it sent shivers down the lizard's spine with each little scratch.

His hands moved from the seat of the toilet to grasp Trenell's dorsal fin, gripping it tight and pulling the shark into him. Not a peep of protest, if anything Trenell worked him harder, bobbing up and down more rapidly, the how wet maw serving its purpose beautifully. Monroe's breathing intensified, panting heavily and moaning more loudly, almost loud enough to be audible over the noise of the jet engines around them. He was even bucking a bit into the toothy mouth, trying to force himself as deep as he could go.

He wished it could last forever, but sadly he was already feeling that throb in his loins, the telltale sign of his impending release. He was clenching all he could, trying to make it last, while at the same time grinding desperately against Trenell's nose as he was worked over magically. His eyes were shut tight, he didn't see the slight smile form on Trenell's face as he went in for the figurative kill - his tongue dove against the tip of Monroe's cock and slurped underneath the foreskin, attacking the sensitive head for all it was worth. It took only scant seconds of this before Monroe clamped his teeth on his lips to muzzle his cry, his overwhelmed shaft bursting forth his load into the shark's mouth. Immediately Trenell clamped down and suckled, milking the lizard's length forcefully and swallowing every bit of his offering with practiced ease. He still made slight rocking motions, working Monroe thoroughly to get him drained as much as he could...by the end, Monroe had slumped back, drained dry and worn out, feeling almost a giddy wooziness from the escapade.

Trenell pulled off of him carefully, licking up any stray traces of cum before disengaging from the reptile's groin. Not a trace of fluids had gotten onto his uniform...if Monroe needed any more evidence about how often he did this, that was pretty much the smoking gun. "I hope I performed to your satisfaction, sir."

"Haa...I'd say." Monroe straightened himself up a bit, still quite flushed in the face. "You did a great job...sorry I can't make you stick around for more."

"The feeling's mutual. But I suppose I should probably get back to work anyway...the, ah, others know I have some...experiences, but they don't want me leaving them with all the work."

"Fair enough. I'll let you get back to work...maybe I'll get lucky and run into you again on one of my flights. If I do, I'll make sure you know for sure."

Trenell nodded, blushing a bit. "I'll be sure to remember. Thank you...I'll see you back in your seat." He stepped back from Monroe and opened the door cautiously; Monroe noticed he was walking a bit awkwardly, and the bulge in his groin had gotten considerably larger. No doubt he was feeling the tension...it felt almost rude not to offer to return the favor, but Trenell probably would have declined anyway.

He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped himself off a bit, letting his length soften a bit before pulling his pants back up. That had felt really good...yet, again, he'd been such an easy trial for the shark, he couldn't possibly have measured up to what Trenell was probably used to working with. Maybe a break for him, but it still made him feel inadequate...he let out a sigh as he exited the restroom and headed back to his seat, and hoped that the coming exciting work would provide him with a respite from his insecurities.

---

Monroe took the few days he had before the rest of the crew arrived to get the dig site prepared for them, at least in a very general sense. A lot more set-up was going to be needed to actually get them started properly, but he could make sure the area was clear, start outlining the ideal path of progress, and just in general scout out the site for anything that might cause issues going forward. Things he'd been tempted to leave for some lucky student to earn their stripes on, but with a site this important, he'd come to the conclusion that it demanded an experienced touch.

All this allowed things to go smoothly when the others finally landed in Prayana. A score of students, elite undergraduates or graduates, along with four faculty members to provide additional supervision...at least, that was the official story, though Monroe was pretty sure it was more because they wanted to be at the famous site themselves. Still, he was the one in charge, and he took to it quite readily. The site was being organized and set up in record time, thanks to the previous set-up...a good thing, because as always, they had limited time to examine the site and gain what they could from it. Monroe wanted to be sure they could make the most of those weeks that they had...what they found, what they learned, could shape all the future expeditions by themselves or others.

By the third day, the set-up was nearly complete, and preparations were being made for the actual digging. Monroe was examining the tools and grid lines when he saw one of the supervisors approaching, with a crested gecko in far too formal wear for a dig site flanking him. "Hey, Monroe! We've got a guest!"

"I can see that. Mind the lines!" He stepped around to meet the two, making sure he didn't disrupt any of the set-up they'd already gone through - that would just slow things down. Better to have the guest away from where they were actually digging. "Must be an important guest if you're bringing him to meet me."

"You could say that. I'd like you to meet Dyonn Korkonara, magistrate of the Prayana region. He wants to see what we're going to be doing down here."

The crested gecko nodded and smiled to Monroe. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Lehner."

Monroe felt himself redden a bit as he extended his hand. "Ah, please, just call me Monroe."

The crested gecko bowed and nodded to Monroe as they shook hands. "Very well. I'm pleased to welcome such an esteemed visitor to Prayana. I hope you're finding your accommodations to your liking."

"More or less...the hotel's better than a tent, for sure, although my door lock's got a nasty habit of deciding to slack off. Luckily I've got nothing too valuable to steal down here. So you're the authority around here, then?"

"Indeed. We magistrates make up most of the authority in the more remote regions since the war. It's proven to be challenging getting a proper government back into establishment, so they're relying on us more than ever to ensure the maintenance of peace and law. Truthfully, the duties are more...extensive than I had expected when I accepted the position."

"Oh? You mean you've got more power than it looks like?"

"You could say that. I'm more like a governor than anything. It's...difficult, to be sure, but...the previous magistrates for Prayana, they have been, shall we say, less than beneficial. I feel almost an obligation to ensure that they are treated correctly, and, well, I'm not so sure there are many other options that can be trusted should I choose to resign."

Monroe nodded. "Yeah...I hear that. That's why I try to just stay out of politics as much as possible. It's always more complicated than it's worth."

"I won't call it an unwise decision. I hope, though, that your eagerness to uncover the secrets of this site won't compromise it unreasonably. From what I have heard, it is a location of great historical significance, perhaps one of the last of them from a people who are but poorly known. Were it to be desecrated, we might lose something important."

"Of course, Mr. Korkonara. That's one of the tenets of archaeology - don't destroy the secrets trying to uncover the secrets. We're going to be exceedingly careful with everything. Especially the buildings - those are practically a miracle, we need to make sure they stay fully intact."

"I'm happy to hear that. Perhaps you could give me a tour, and a bit of insight into your plans while down here?"

Monroe nodded; likely Dyonn was going to get a tour one way or another, but it really was most appropriate for him to be the one leading the way. "I think I could do that. Just follow me."

There wasn't a whole lot to show, given that the work was just in the set-up phases, but Monroe was rather thankful for that - it meant less risk of disruption and less having to explain processes and procedures. Because it was clear early on that Dyonn had very little knowledge of archaeology, and a few misconceptions from popular media to boot...the less he had to go into details, the sooner he could go back to the set-up. It was a challenge, dumbing it down enough that he didn't confuse the gecko, while trying not to sound like he was insulting the official's intelligence...he felt he was navigating it pretty well, but there was a clear sense that he was starting to lose Dyonn.

Until they came across two students working on the set-up, whose behavior was sending up red flags. Monroe shut up quickly, and held a hand up to pause Dyonn. The gecko looked an curiously as he quietly approached the students, who remained unaware of their presence.

"No, dude, I'm serious! There's gonna be more here than anywhere else! We're the first ones to actually dig here!" The corgi's voice was quiet but excited, too excited. "It's gonna be a mountain of artifacts! I doubt they'll ever notice one or two missing little pieces!"

The tabby cat sounded a little more hesitant. "You sure? I don't wanna get in trouble here."

"Nah, man, it won't be trouble! I mean, I dunno how to sneak them out yet, but like, there's gonna be hundreds of bits here and there! There's no way they're gonna be watching every single one! And c'mon, how cool is it gonna be to say that you have a piece of history from a lost culture?"

"Yeah, you're right, that would be pretty cool! Even if it's just like a pottery shard or something, that'd be just a great story to tell!"

"Maybe it would be." Both students yelped and scrambled to their feet, turning to look at the severe expression on Monroe's face. "But I'm sure it wouldn't be a good story to be kicked out of your programs for archaeological theft. And that's assuming you weren't also thrown in jail right down here."

"S-sorry, d-er, uhm, Monroe," the corgi said shakily, ears flattening down.

"I'll be making sure you two are closely watched. I'd better not hear that you're trying to sneak anything out. Now get back to work!"

Both students rushed off, looking suitably chastened. With a bit of a sigh, Monroe turned back to Dyonn, who had an understandably concerned expression on his face. "Are you, erm, entirely certain that you're not going to have any problems?"

"I doubt it. They don't have any records of misbehavior. I'll have them watched carefully but I think I've nipped that." He tried to smile a bit, to put Dyonn at ease. "I'm sure you know how it is...someone gets put in an unfamiliar position, they have opportunities they never imagined...temptation can be pretty awful, right? Even if you're a good person at heart, it's still gonna be there."

He saw Dyonn's expression ease; of course he could relate, he'd probably lived it, was still living it. "I suppose you have a point. And you do seem to have a firm hold on things."

"Absolutely. Don't you worry about a thing, Mr. Korkonara. I'll see to it that everything goes completely smoothly."

---

And for ten days, everything did proceed smoothly. With the dig sites fully established, the real grunt work had begun, and Monroe was ensuring that everything went according to protocol. Despite the antsiness of the students to get to the really good stuff, they still had to do the normal expedition work as well, and there was plenty of that to be done. For a site as extensive is this, the number of potential objects to be found was exceedingly high...they would only come up with a fraction of them in the area they were going to be poring over, so it was doubly important not to miss anything of value.

The real draw, though, was always going to be the underground rooms. The entrances had been partially dug out by the time of their arrival, and Monroe set some of the people to work getting them to open them up more, and making sure that all the soil drawn away was sifted through for any artifacts they could find. A maximum of possible caution was employed, but even Monroe didn't believe that they could avoid damaging absolutely anything with as much soil as was being pulled away; he just hoped that it would be kept to a minimum, and not anything especially important.

Just as the tenth work day was winding down, the entryway to the first worship chamber had been dug out enough for someone to enter. And Monroe was talking down one of the diggers who was trying to worm his way into being the first one to go inside.

"Come on, it's not fair! I did most of the work, I should be able to get the rewards for that!" the otter protested.

"You'll get your chance, just like everyone else will," stated Monroe plainly. "But you're going to have to wait until I've had a chance to go in and examine it. I won't have my students put in danger...if it's unstable, or if there are any dangers that we aren't aware of, I'm going to be the first to find out and make sure no one else is put in harm's way."

"Ah, come on, Monroe...you're just saying that because you want to be the first one!"

"Being first in this is hardly important in any way relevant to the importance of the site."

The otter scowled. "Man...maybe it's important to me. Why don't I get to do it?"

Monroe chuckled. "Get your degree and earn a dig lead, and you can make all the decisions you want. Now check out, Dmitri's taking everyone into town for grub, so join them and have fun. If all goes well, we'll be able to start cataloguing tomorrow, and if that's the case you'll be one of the first ones."

"Fine..." The otter gave up and went off to join the rest of the crew. Monroe, on the other hand, turned towards the entrance of the underground room, checking it carefully as he walked around it, making sure there was no sign of any danger. Truthfully, he was excited to be the first one setting foot in this chamber in centuries...but his concern was legitimate, these had been buried for so long, who knew what kind of structural integrity they really had? Sure, at first glance they looked sturdy, but the house made of straw must have seemed sturdy until a gale-force wolf came around.

Even though no one was around, he spoke aloud, helping to reinforce his thoughts with his voice - a habit he'd gotten into during his own college training. "Hm...looks pretty good...stone held together by dried clay, seems like they had a pretty good method for keeping these standing. Surprisingly good condition...I guess being buried, they weren't as exposed to most elements, but I would think the rain would have worn them down seeping into the ground." He took a look around at the surrounding environment. "It looks like there were more trees here until fairly recently, maybe that kept a lot of water from coming in. Other chambers might not have been so lucky."

He did a full walkaround, looking for any signs of sunken ground or other obvious signs that there had been upheaval underneath the earth. "No signs of instability...I guess it's fortunate that it's a fairly geologically stable area, not prone to earthquakes. Also lucky that it hasn't been a target of raiders or such...I guess they didn't know there was anything here of importance. Hopefully we can keep them out still."

Satisfied, he slowly, carefully stepped down the slope to the entrance. It seemed a bit small, but that was largely because it still wasn't fully dug out; there was a good foot down before he could see a more packed-down dirt floor. The chamber wasn't an especially large room, maybe about ten feet wide and fifteen long, and not very high - he was almost grazing the ceiling with his head. Said ceiling was the first thing that caught his eye - it appeared to be a solid slab of stone, no breaks in it at all. "Wow...I guess this is how they kept it from falling in on people. And probably why we still have this amazing opportunity."

He grabbed his flashlight and shone it around a bit in the darkness; the sun wasn't exactly providing a lot of illumination despite the daylight still being decent. A growing sense of excitement built inside him as his light landed on various treasures of the Ascatan...well, to him they were treasures, though they weren't what most people thought of as treasure. Pottery, figurines, various odds and ends, mostly sitting on the ground though a couple seemed to be up higher on stones that stuck out of the walls...things that provided potential insights into a culture, not gold and jewels and valuables like some people thought all the ancient cultures had. Maybe there were still some of those around, but that wasn't as archaeologically useful...no, he wanted the stuff that told him what the Ascatan were like.

Carefully he slipped on a pair of latex gloves, not wanting to accidentally spoil anything that he might touch. There probably wasn't much he could or should touch anyway, but just in case, it was good to be prepared. And so prepared, he started to pore around, examining the area to try to determine its purpose. There seemed to be a number of figurines of interesting figures...they might have been deities or spirits of some kind, that was a common theme in older cultures. They didn't have the appearance of real people...that was, they didn't look like statues of chiefs or other leaders, but like figures of greater reverence. Of course, Monroe could have been completely wrong about that...they didn't know quite enough about the Ascatan to be sure. But he'd examined a lot of artifacts from a lot of cultures, and he'd gotten an eye for some themes...these seemed to fit a certain theme.

Looking around the chamber further, there seemed to be some kind of small stone structure at the far end. Maybe an altar of some kind? He knelt down to look at it, shining the light over it closely. It didn't look especially ornate, but it had that quality of structure, a central fixture in a room with possible religious icons...maybe this had been a place of worship, a place to give thanks and sacrifice to their gods or whatever they had. It wouldn't be a surprise, most cultures had some place of worship, though rarely did they see one as well preserved as this. If only he could get some more specific insight into them, he wished he could learn more about what they did, the rituals and the significance of the objects in here...that might be forever beyond him, though.

As he rose from his crouch and mode to step away, his foot hit a low patch, and he stumbled and fell over. His light hit the ground and went out, causing Monroe to curse under his breath. At least it was still light enough that he wasn't in total blackness, but he wasn't sure where his light had gone...hopefully it hadn't damaged anything. He went to push himself up to try to search for it, and his hand accidentally fell onto part of one of the figurines...for a brief moment he realized his mishap, and was thankful that he was wearing gloves and unlikely to leave any mark.

In the next moment, his vision went white, and then black.

There was a brief moment of nothing before a blurry figure appeared in the darkness. Monroe still didn't know what was going on...he wasn't in the chamber anymore, in fact he didn't know where he was at all, it was just a large void. He wasn't even sitting on anything he could see, there was a surface of some sort but it was just as featureless as the rest of the surroundings. The only thing he had to focus on was the figure, which was getting steadily clearer in the darkness, despite there being no light source he could see...in fact, he was clear as well, appearing to his own vision like he was in a well-lit room.

Something very weird is going on here...

As the figure coalesced in front of him, he felt his heart start to race. He didn't know what it was, but he could feel some kind of tension in him at the presence of the figure...like his body knew he was supposed to be wary of it. It didn't help that the figure was huge, it must have been at least ten feet tall by his estimate and maybe more, and it was rapidly becoming clearer that it was a humanoid shape of some sort. If it was hostile, he didn't stand a chance...

The body manifested into something more tangible a few moments later. A furry body standing tall on two legs, reminiscent of a feline, but higher up the features got more distinctly avian, taloned hands and a beaked head rounding off the image. Its color was striking, a forest green body with a teal underbelly, and bright yellow eyes that almost seemed to shine. It possessed wings, not two but six, that stretched straight out in an even arc behind its back. Nothing like any person Monroe had ever seen before...

And of course, he couldn't help but glance down at its - HIS groin. The unknown being stood nude, and was packing a sheath and balls that certainly had some heft to them - though, they didn't seem especially big on his body, it was more that his body was so big that they were naturally upsized. Still intimidating enough for him, but he swallowed that down. He had to do something... "Uh...hello?"

"Figures. I would be awoken by a raider." Monroe nearly leapt out of his skin - the being's voice was incredibly deep and almost resonated in him. And he hadn't really expected him to respond in a way he could understand.

"Y-you...you speak English?"

"I speak no words of mortal tongue, and certainly not one as insufferable as that. The words of the gods are of the spirit, not the ear."

"Of...gods? Y-you...you're..."

"Yes. Irthis, god of souls of the Ascatan. The bringer of bounty, blesser of fertility, foundation of all that lives. Not that it matters now, as every one of my followers is dead. Cruel irony, the way of Gaia."

"No way...the...gods are real?!"

"Of course we are. Or at least some of us are. There are of course entire fictions invented by mortal minds...rather ludicrous ones, some of them. But unless you deign to tell me your eyes are lying to you, surely you have to accept that I am real as I stand here in front of you?"

"I...I suppose so..." Monroe was shaking. On the one hand, holy crap, a real god! On the other hand, holy crap, a real god. And he was alone, unarmed, and trying very hard not to stare at the package which was a lot closer to head high than most. "Wh-where...am I?"

"You are where you were. This in nothing but a spirit landscape...the realm on which gods are allowed to interact with mortals, should a mortal be so lucky."

"But...how?"

"You made contact with an idol of myself, imbued with a fragment of my spirit long ago for my worshippers to commune with me. After sitting untouched for tiresome ages, I suppose the fragment of my spirit decided the first mortal to make contact would do, however."

This felt worse by the moment - not just a god, but one that had been bored and alone for ages. It didn't sound like a good mix to him. "You...were just...waiting?"

"Waiting and watching. Perhaps it was channeling me somewhat, it is such an almighty bore observing the denizens of Gaia and being unable to do anything but simply watch. Mortals are not half as interesting as they think they are..."

"Can you...not get followers?"

Irthis's eyes flashed, and Monroe shrank back a bit. "Would I be griping about it if I could? Mortal will is required for me to commune, and that cannot happen if there is not a mortal on the planet who knows my name or image! It would be easier if I had any of my followers left from the past..."

"What happened to them?"

"The same fate that befalls many mortals - overrun into another culture, decimated and assimilated. That any of my idols remained for anyone to uncover is perhaps the one blessing I had over many other unfortunate agents of Gaia...though being in the hands of raiders is hardly an improvement."

"I'm not a raider! I...I'm an archaeologist!"

"Whatever word you make up for it changes nothing. I am not bound to serve your interests, whatever they may be."

"It's not...I'm not interested in anything, you know..." Well, there was one thing he couldn't help but be interested in, as his eyes were darting down to it all the time. Jeez, I must need help...

"That is something I could easily discern..." The god's eyes flashed again, making Monroe jump. When he spoke again, it was with an air of impatience. "But of course. Dissatisfaction with...anatomy."

"H-hey!"

"It appears time does not change everything. How many of my worshippers begged me about this? Give me a longer this, a thicker that, make my seed flow like a river...as if any of that was necessary for fertility! The machinations of mortals will forever be impenetrable to me."

"I didn't ask you for anything!" protested Monroe. "I'm just trying to figure out what's going on! I just want to get back to what I was doing!"

"You mean defiling a shrine of the Ascatan, a shrine to myself and their other gods? I may have had to appear to a raider, but I don't have to go without a punishment...I did not have my idol lay in wait for some bandit to hock it for a few coins and lay in some dusty chamber to be forgotten again!"

"What? I'm not like that!"

"Don't feign innocence, mortal! I have seen what fate has befallen many other remains of the past, their articles stolen, passed off as cheap knick-knacks to anyone who pleases, never knowing the importance they once held! Even great civilizations with great gods have found themselves trivialized to dust! I would prefer myself to remain lost than to have to endure such a fate of my own!"

"I'm not going to do that! I'm not a raider, and this...idol, or whatever, isn't some prize I'm taking for myself! I just wanted to study the ruins, collect samples from the culture, try to learn something about the Ascatan, and any piece that comes with would be brought into a museum, or a cultural center, or something like that! I'm not going to SELL it, that would be crazy!"

Irthis was silent, and for a brief moment Monroe felt terror well up - he hadn't realized how loud he'd gotten, and something told him yelling at a god was a bad idea. But it appeared the gryphon god had other thoughts, as he leaned in with a distinct curiosity. "A...museum, you say? One of those...buildings where mortals come to observe the artifacts of the past? Where any mortal who desired could come to see my idol...and learn my name, and my purpose? Where I could potentially once again gain followers?"

"Er...well, I mean...that COULD happen...it's not the purpose of it, but..."

"I need not purpose. Opportunity is enough. I have a proposition for you, mortal...if you have the honor you claim to, then you have but a simple task. Respect my site of the Ascatan as you learn from it, bring knowledge of myself and the other spirits to the rest of your mortal world, and grant me access once again to mortal will...and I shall bring to you the thing you desire. A fair trade, I'm sure you agree."

"I...yes, of course!" Monroe agreed quickly.

"Good...the pact is made. But lest you think you can do anything you wish now, know that should you breach your agreement, I have just as much power to take back my gifts...with interest, as you mortals might say. And now that you have made contact with my image, it will be far easier to appear to you again, no matter where you are...so it would be in your best interest to be cooperative."

"You don't have to tell me twice..."

"Then it is settled." Irthis straightened up again. "Now then...I believe you were busy with something."

Once again Monroe's vision went white, and then he was back in the chamber. He quickly scrambled to his feet again, looking around wildly, heart still thumping at an allegro, but there was no one there, just himself as it had been before. Shaking his head, he spotted his flashlight on the ground not far away, and picked it up without further incident; shaking it and testing the power, he found that it seemed to have survived the fall. He shone the light on the thing that he'd accidentally touched...sure enough, it was a clay idol of a gryphon with six wings, certainly cruder than the image that had appeared to him but immediately recognizable. He looked around, and now noticed several others of different shapes along the ground...Irthis wasn't the only one apparently. This was the first they'd ever found of any religious icons of the Ascatan, and any information about them was incredibly scarce...maybe there were writings or markings they could find to get more information. He hoped so, because at the moment, he didn't know how he was going to explain how he got the name of one of their gods in his head...

---

At first, Monroe found himself unsure if what had just happened was a dream. Perhaps he'd gotten a concussion from the fall and dreamed up that entire sequence...the image of Irthis just a subconscious piece of information he'd gleaned from a glance at the statue at some point before. It would have made sense, and it wouldn't have the problem of being utterly beyond belief.

Yet, as the dig continued, as the objects in the shrine started to be catalogued and examined, he was quickly finding it hard to stick to that explanation. For one thing, as he was looking over the statue figures in the shrine, names were coming to him...names he knew he'd never heard, much less could put to them, but they were being given to him somehow, and it was hard to keep himself from speaking them out loud randomly. No doubt they WANTED to be spoken...but how could he justify how he knew them, when there was no real source for them? What he really needed was some written documents or testaments from people who still had information about neighboring cultures and might possibly be able to mention them in passing...

And there was another point of evidence as well. The first couple nights, he'd checked himself out, just out of a sense of wishful thinking, and when he hadn't noticed any change had written it off as just false hope. But as the days passed, he knew he wasn't just imagining things. He WAS getting bigger...just slowly, not all at once like he'd thought it would be. By the end of the second week after he'd met Irthis, he was a good inch longer and half-inch thicker, and his balls had swollen a good bit...enough growth in all dimensions that it was getting visible in his tight professional pants. None of the students had noticed, which was a good thing in his eyes - much as he wanted to be big, he didn't want them getting the wrong idea about him, that could get him in trouble in a hurry.

A week later he was sitting in his hotel room after a long day of work, staring with barely-masked giddiness at his gonads. He didn't have any official measures on hand, but he'd gotten a good eye for estimates from all the ogling he'd done, and this was a significant shift. He'd passed eight inches more rapidly than he'd passed seven, and was starting to approach nine...and his girth was at least a match for the gator he'd laid with before his trip. To say nothing of his balls, which were growing faster than he'd expected, nearly hitting the size of tennis balls. There weren't really any words for how excited this was making him - he was getting his dream, better than he'd ever expected! He didn't know where it was going to stop, but he wasn't in any hurry for that to happen, for sure.

And now he was getting ideas...there had been something he'd always wanted to try, after seeing it in several videos and pictures he'd looked at. Giving himself head seemed like a fun idea, but he'd never been able to reach himself, even though he was pretty flexible he'd always come up just short...but at this point, he was sure he was long enough that his mouth could reach at least the tip of it. It was at least a start, and he couldn't resist the idea...why was there any reason to resist it, anyway?

He shifted on the bed, trying to get into as comfortable a position as he could...wouldn't do to have him cramping up while trying to stretch for this. One hand grabbed his leg and pulled up, while he tried to lean forward as much as possible...he always was a fairly flexible guy, and the end of his muzzle was already close without too much effort needing to be put in. But it wasn't quite there...his free hand bracing himself, he tried to bend further, pull his lower half up, and was getting so close...

The tip of his cock bumped against his muzzle almost in surprise. It hadn't even required as much as he'd expected! He opened up, tongue darting out, catching the tip of his dick...it almost caused him to lose position, the sensation was just that good. He shifted a bit more and pulled with a bit more effort, trying to capture the tip in his mouth...

The door squealed a bit as it opened, just as his lips closed around the tip of his member. Monroe's eyes widened and he yelped a bit - it was Dyonn! The crested gecko had pushed the door open...he scrambled to cover himself up under the bed, but there was no way to escape embarrassment for both of them, he'd clearly seen enough...

Dyonn's staring wasn't helping make it any easier, even when he was covered up. "I'm very sorry, Dr. Lehner! the door moved when I knocked, I thought it was open..."

That fucking worthless lock! "It's fine! I'm...sorry, I wouldn't have...been doing that if I had been expecting someone."

"No need to apologize...I should have called ahead, I was...just in the area and wanted to ask how the dig was going. I...think perhaps it would be best to...get an update tomorrow..."

"Ah, y-yeah, most likely...when we're, uh, both more...ready for it."

"Yes...yes, ah, you're right. My...my apologies, once again..." Dyonn swallowed hard and shut the door. Monroe grumbled a bit, threw himself off the bed, and pulled out a binder, then jammed it under the door, making sure it was wedged in nice and tight. Why doesn't this door have a damned deadbolt...at least this should help.

With a sigh, he flopped back onto the bed. That had been thoroughly embarrassing. The local authority getting a full-on view of him blowing himself...though, it was odd, he had spent rather a lot of time staring while Monroe was trying to cover himself up. Monroe would have expected him to avert his gaze or something.

Maybe he saw something he liked.

He shook his head, trying to cast that thought out. That was just...maybe, satisfaction in his growth. Not exactly appropriate. And perhaps it was because he was still horny...

Less than a minute later, he was back in position, the tip of his cock firmly entrenched in his mouth, his tongue sweeping over the tip while drool dribbled down the sides. He'd gotten a good almost three inches into his maw, and it felt amazing...maybe not quite like a blowjob from someone else, but absolutely satisfying and pleasurable just how he thought it would be. There was just enough for him to be able to bob up and down without fear of losing his grip...even though a lot of his dick wasn't getting any action, the thrill of the act and his newfound size was keeping him plenty aroused and getting him closer to what he really wanted.

And he got it, and then some. He clamped down as he felt his climax hit, his load blowing directly into his waiting mouth. He'd tasted himself before, but never drank directly from the spigot...maybe it was just his imagination, but he was certain he tasted better this way, at least he felt like that was the case. And there was so much of it...he was coming hard, the jets way stronger and bigger than they ever had been before, he was almost having to race to swallow before his mouth was filled up. There was such an eagerness in it...he loved how much there was, easily a load to start to compete with the males he'd fantasized about for so long.

Only after he'd swallowed every drop did he relax and release himself, and stretch out on the bed. His face plastered with a smile of giddy contentment...he would definitely have to do that again. Just...without the interruption in the middle.

---

As the days progressed, it kept getting better. They were starting to find more than just the remnants of pottery and tools that had been the expectation from the dig site, apart from the worship chambers. Decorative items like beads and jewels were being found, as well as some bones buried in the ground that appeared to be from local wildlife. They weren't able to determine whether the animals were hunted as food or kept and domesticated yet, but either one would have provided keen insight into the Ascatan.

Insight which Monroe was already getting somewhat...he was fairly sure it wasn't just Irthis giving him hints anymore, as he was getting impressions that seemed to be outside the life god's purview. But they were proving to be incredibly useful, helping him to find just what he needed to find to make the dig a success. And they led to the most valuable finding yet: stones with actual writing on them, faded and hard to read but a rare remnant of the language of the Ascatan. And though Monroe wasn't a linguistics expert, he'd read enough about other cultures in the region to see similarities between this language and others that were more well-known and studied. It provided an excellent opportunity to perhaps back up some of the suggestions he was getting from the gods, which in turn could let him start to reveal more about what he was learning himself.

His elation was boundless - not just incredible and fascinating discovery, but nice physical gains on top of that. His growth had continued unabated, enough that his endowment was becoming regularly noticeable in his tight pants. No one was saying anything, though he'd caught a couple of odd looks his way here and there, but for the most part people seemed to be engaged in the work, enough that they couldn't dwell on it. Which suited Monroe fine, he was more than content to enjoy his gains in private here...though, he had every intention of sharing plenty upon his return home. There was nothing more he could have asked for, everything seemed to be going his way.

Maybe he should've known that would mean there was trouble on the horizon.

The first signs were when he started seeing people around the dig site who weren't part of the work, and who didn't appear to be locals or tourists. There seemed to be about a half-dozen of them overall, with some local officials joining them now and then. At first he told his crew not to pay any mind to them as long as they didn't try to interrupt anything, not expecting that they would. For a few days, they didn't...and then they started stomping around like they owned the place. When they started trying to intrude into the dig areas themselves, ignoring them was definitely not an option any longer, and Monroe took it upon himself to confront one of the bigwigs after hearing two students claim they were being hassled by one.

What he'd found out made his blood run cold. The intruders were executives for a big box retailer, renowned as much for their ubiquity as their inconsideration of anyone but themselves and their profits. And they were all too gleeful in informing Monroe that they were plotting the location of their new shopping center in Prayana, right on top of the Ascatan site. Denial turned to shock and then angry protest as he tried to defend his site and his work, certain that there must be some mistake, trying to point out the importance of the site to them. Maybe they weren't archaeologists, but they would have to understand to some degree...

And that was when he found out what he was really dealing with, as the executive in charge of the project made himself known. Of course, it was the one most known for his contempt of just about everything that didn't make him money, who had put on very public displays of callous and appalling behavior and didn't seem to ever suffer for it. Monroe could only be horrorstruck as he crowed about how he chose the site deliberately, to provoke anger and outcry, and thereby draw attention to the area and bring in more customers who wouldn't give a damn about the significance of the site. And he wasted no small amount of breath belittling Monroe for his passion and showing exactly how little he thought of him, and telling him to pack up and stop wasting all their time. When he finally left, the lizard was reeling, almost ill, and he was almost certain he wasn't the only voice in his mind outraged by what was going on.

Not that he needed other voices. Gifts on the line or not, he would have defended his work and the site to his last breath...but the added gifts put even more on the line, more he had no intention of letting go of lightly. So he made a beeline for the council building, the evening sun dipping into the horizon as he barged in and made a beeline for the magistrate's office. There were only a couple people in the building, and they all gave him plenty of berth - his anger seemed a lot bigger than he was, and that seemed enough of a warning to them.

One person didn't seem to be as affected by it, though: the tired crested gecko who merely sighed when his door was hurled open unceremoniously by Monroe. "You don't have to tell me why you're here, I can already guess."

"You bet your ass!" Monroe shut the door rather hard behind him but didn't move away from it. "A fucking shopping center? On the only complete Ascatan site in the fucking country? Do you even know what you're doing, Mr. Korkonara? Do you know what you're putting at risk?"

"Of course I know what I'm doing. It's not my favorite idea, but that's where they want it."

"Tell them they can't have it!"

Dyonn let out a frustrated sigh, looking up at Monroe seriously. "I can't just tell them no, you know. I have a responsibility-"

"This site is part of your responsibility!" Monroe nearly shouted. "Preservation of the ancient histories that can tell us so much about the past of this world! Excavation of the artifacts so they can be studied and shown to others! This may be the only real chance we have to learn about the Ascatan! I thought you understood that, the way you talked about them when we first met! Tell the fucking fat cats to piss off and build somewhere else!"

"They've already decided where they want to build, and I can't really risk the agreement on this. They're going to bring development, and a lot of money into this area."

"Oh, really? And how much of that is going into your pocket, Mister Korkonara?"

That got a serious scowl out of the crested gecko. "Not nearly enough for the trouble it's given me. They aren't bribing me, Dr. Lehner...it's not about my personal gratification, it's about my duty. There aren't a lot of economic opportunities in Prayana, as I'm sure you've noticed...people are struggling, they don't have much and it's hard to live in what they do. Bringing in money and people provides a chance for them to gain something more...and as the magistrate of Prayana, I have a duty to secure the well-being of these citizens. And I can't prioritize it over visitors, even ones of esteem like you, nor can I let the shadows of the past rule over the needs of the present, even if I would prefer to preserve them."

Monroe was steaming a bit; the words made a bit too much sense for his liking, but he wasn't through yet. "And you think this is in the best interest of the people here? To lose out on part of their heritage? Hell, they should be part of this, there should be a cultural heritage center here to show some of the artifacts here! Mr. Korkonara, you're crushing a potential draw to Prayana, when it doesn't have to be that way! Just tell the idiots to build somewhere else, there's plenty of places to put an eyesore like that, they don't need to be doing this crap!"

"It's not that easy! If I try to push them, they may threaten to cancel the whole deal...and then I lose my job, and with the record of magistrates for the region...I don't want to leave them to someone who might not care about their well-being at all, some drug lord or labor abuser..."

"You have to stand up for something! They clearly don't care about your people, they just want to make a buck! You think letting them walk all over you is going to benefit anyone?"

"I...am rather stuck, I hope you understand. And I don't wish to...rock the boat more than necessary. Now, Dr. Lehner, if you please, you are rather...distracting me from my work..."

Monroe struggled to find the right words to follow that up...and that was to his benefit, as it let him catch something he hadn't noticed before. Namely, that Dyonn had been glancing back and forth between Monroe's face and his pants. The unmistakable bulge of his dick was standing out in his pants, as usual...and the crested gecko couldn't help but be drawn to it. He hadn't just imagined the flick of his eyes when Dyonn had walked in on him.

If he wants it that bad...maybe...

It was a stupid and crazy idea. It could cost him his job. It could cost him the dig. It could potentially get him arrested. But like hell he was going to let the site, and his growth, be compromised for some big business mogul's self-satisfaction. The decision was easy...he clicked the lock on the door, and stepped towards Dyonn, making the gecko look at him nervously.

"I thought we'd already been over this..." Monroe started flicking the buttons on his shirt, deftly yet slowly undoing each one, showing more of his teal chest to Dyonn. "Just call me 'Monroe.'"

"D...erm...Monroe..." Dyonn was trying to sound put out, but failing badly; his head was turned, but his eyes were defying him, going back to Monroe's bulge and the growing revelation of his chest. His own pants, Monroe noticed, were betraying his interest even more obviously...though, it wasn't nearly as prominent as Monroe's was, even while Monroe was still soft. That was going to change quickly as he felt his heart start to pound.

"Perhaps...I can convince you to change your mind, Dyonn. I can at least make you think about it...see things my way." His shirt was unbuttoned all the way, and Dyonn's eyes were definitely fixated now on his defined chest and fairly prominent abs. With a hand free, he reached out and started undoing the buttons on the politician's shirt.

"Monroe...this...isn't very...proper..." Inaction spoke louder than the hesitant words, as Dyonn wasn't making any effort to stave off the collared lizard's hand.

"We're alone. The door's locked. And we're both adults. There's nothing improper about it." Monroe was leaning over, almost right up next to Dyonn's head now as he worked his fingers down the shirt, separating it little by little. "I'm not...paying you for what I want. I'm simply helping you a bit...relieving you of some of that stress. I can see it in your face, and your body...so pent up, you probably haven't gotten any...personal attention for a while. It must be distracting...and when you're distracted, sometimes you...miss things. Or think differently than you would when relaxed. Maybe I'm wrong...but perhaps...it's worth it to find out, no?"

He heard Dyonn take a sharp breath inward, but before any speech could happen, he shrugged his shirt off, exposing his torso fully, and anything that had laid on the gecko's tongue slid right off with the garment. He was transfixed on the toned, muscular arms and chest, a sight for very sore eyes indeed...Monroe was sure now, Dyonn was gay as could be, and in a region and position that may not have looked as favorably on that, he might not have had any attention in ages. And he had a mighty thirst...a thirst that Monroe was going to slake, and hope that that had an effect.

And for a mighty thirst...only a mighty drink would do. He smirked a bit, teasing Dyonn a bit and putting on his best confident display as he unbuttoned his fly, rubbing at the front to tease that bulge that had Dyonn captivated. On his rubbing, he caught one finger on the zipper and lowered it down, and the gecko inhaled sharply as the color of Monroe's flesh met him immediately. The collared lizard had gone without underwear...in fact, his undergarments were simply too tight and restrictive at this point, it felt much more comfortable without until he could get some to accommodate his new package. He'd been a little worried about that in general, but right now, it was having a nice effect.

Finally, he pulled his pants down fully, and stepped out of them, making Dyonn quiver. Monroe's growth hadn't abated at all in the past couple weeks, what he was presenting to the official was almost 11 inches long, and in excess of three inches thick, with baseball-sized balls hanging below. The startled and wanting gaze he was getting made Monroe feel all the better...it was the same gaze he was certain he'd given to the guys he'd fawned over, and it gave him even more confidence in his size. Not that he wasn't feeling some of that already - after all, he was almost a match for the horses and dragons he'd seen, that alone was building him up - but seeing someone else reinforce that, that was just the icing.

"I...I thought...I was...imagining things..." Dyonn managed to stammer out.

"Oh? How long have you been...trying to imagine?" Monroe's voice was low, sultry...a voice he'd practiced but rarely had ever gotten the chance to use in this position. The perfect voice for a confident, self-assured dominant type...well, in his mind, anyway. He slowly pushed Dyonn up against the desk, his fingers undoing the gecko's pants without any hint of protest. "Have you been...interested in seeing more since that little...mishap?"

"I...ah..." Still struggling to come up with words, Dyonn's voice wasn't being aided by the groping as he was slowly disrobed. His pants were drawn down a ways, bringing to the fore tight white briefs that were having a problem with something poking against the front and making it wet. Monroe grinned even wider, brushing his finger against that wet tip, getting a quiet, shaky moan out of Dyonn, before drawing that garment down to meet his pants. Dyonn's pointed dick was only about half as long as Monroe's, and less than that in thickness...but for eagerness and readiness, at least, it was a solid match.

"Heh heh...seems like you have been, if this is your reaction. It would be a shame to keep you waiting, keep you pent up and frustrated..." Monroe placed a hand on Dyonn's shoulder and pushed him up onto the surface of the desk; the crested gecko's fingers clamped down on the front edge of the desk, and his pants and briefs were pulled all the way down and off of his legs. The end of his tail flicked around a bit and wrapped around Monroe's ankle as he stepped up between Dyonn's freed legs; one of the collared lizard's hands wrapped around Dyonn's ankle and bent his leg up, while the other clamped down on the gecko's wrist. It wasn't a tight hold, but assertive enough to send a thrill through Dyonn, evidenced by a quiet, shaky moan.

"Yes, that's right...just let me take care of some of that stress for you..." Monroe hissed, quietly but forcefully, and punctuated by the press of the tip of his cock against Dyonn's flexing tailhole. Just that touch was enough to get Dyonn's head arcing back, quick panting breaths being drawn in and released as he was mercifully teased. And Monroe was looking down in satisfaction, reveling in the stark disparity between his girth and the small size of the tight passage he was about to enter. How often he'd dreamed about seeing that...it was time to make it a reality.

He pushed forward, slowly but insistently, demanding passage into the gecko's warm depths. It took a few moments, but that bud yielded to him, a thick inch spreading Dyonn wide, and then another. The gecko moaned much louder, much higher as well, a definite strain in his voice but with such a delicious shake that could have been nothing but pleasure. His grip on the desk tightened up considerably - there was no question he didn't want to be going anywhere, even if he couldn't articulate that.

And for Monroe, it was absolute heaven. He could feel such a tightness around his dick, the kind of stretch he'd only felt from the other end of things and seen in the videos and images he loved...the kind he'd worried he'd never experience for himself. And it was better than he ever imagined, Dyonn's ass hugged him so tightly, put such a pleasant heat and pressure around him that he could hardly stand it. His own stiff hums, moans, and groans were coming out underneath Dyonn's, mingling in pleasant harmony as he pushed in deeper; maybe he was going a little fast, but he couldn't help it, it felt so good that he had a hard time holding himself back, and the gecko wasn't voicing any complaints. The entire massive girth was slowly swallowed up, both reptiles voicing their pleasure endlessly until Monroe's crotch met with Dyonn's rear, his heavy balls resting against that thick tail base.

Monroe only gave Dyonn a brief moment to get accustomed to his size; as it was, he was barely able to keep himself from shoving the gecko down on the desk and railing him ruthlessly. His restraint was only taking him so far, and the high, shuddery moans Dyonn was giving off weren't helping in the slightest with that. Slowly he drew himself out, pulling out about halfway before pushing back in, raising his partner's voice another step as his cock squirted a bit of precum. Monroe's tip was leaking much more heavily, getting that hole nice and sopping wet around him; he could already see some dribbles onto the desk, leaving his mark on the wooden structure. Maybe if he left enough of his fluids behind Dyonn would smell him every time he came into his office...

His pace picked up nicely with alluring thoughts like that fueling his drive. Fingers clenched down more tightly, his grip magnifying as he worked himself in and out of Dyonn's hole faster. Every now and then, he looked down and reveled in the sight of his own cock stretching the gecko's tight pucker nice and wide. He'd had a couple of guys do the same to him on occasion...he always loved to hold on to that sight and imagine it was him on the other end of it, and now he was there, doing just what he wanted. The realization was another thrill, another note of realness on the whole affair, spurring him to drive in harder, squirting pre over and over into Dyonn's backside, mauling his prostate to get him to sing out his pleasure ever louder.

And Dyonn was being plenty cooperative on that front; the gecko was getting loud enough that it would be audible outside the office. Had anyone else been there, the risk of being caught and a possible scandal would have been unacceptable, but Monroe had only seen a couple stragglers on their way out...he had no fear of Dyonn getting as loud as he wanted in those circumstances. As he leaned in a bit more, Dyonn arched back more, his fingers in a tight and quivering grip on the desk, his shirt hanging off him in a slowly more unkempt mess as sweat beaded down all over him. His own precum was splashing over Monroe's stomach and groin, and down the gecko's own body, dribbling onto the desk to join Monroe's or down his tail to plop onto the floor. And with the way his chest was heaving up and down, Monroe suspected it wasn't going to be long before something much thicker was dripping...

"Yes...just let go...let yourself relax and your body enjoy the feeling of release..." he hissed into Dyonn's ear, tightening his grip as he did to intensify the message as it came through. He was stroking through the gecko's anus with almost his entire length now, loudly slurping out and squelching in, feeling a churning in his balls as he neared his own limit. "Let all that nasty stress and exhaustion out of you...show me just how much you wanted and needed a nice, thick cock like mine to take you away for a few minutes..."

It didn't take long; Dyonn threw his head back not half a dozen thrusts later, clenching down on Monroe and making things even more impossibly tight around him as jets of semen surged out from the tip of his dick, splattering onto himself and Monroe and the desk around him. It was an impressive amount given the gecko's fairly unimpressive endowment, there was little question that he'd been incredibly pent up...and Monroe was very much enjoying the sounds he was making as he released that build-up, the moans and cries he'd always wanted to incite when he was topping.

His dream come true hit a new high moments later when he drove in one final time and started his own release. The gush inside Dyonn's body felt massive even at the outset, he could swear he could feel the heavy output of his balls surging out of him, pouring into the gecko and filling him up nicely with the collared lizard's spunk. And it came, and came, and came...well after Dyonn's shots had ceased, he was still going, the flow feeling almost endless, leaking out around his dick and seeping onto the desk, and down Dyonn's tail to dribble onto the floor. Each of those baseball-sized orbs gave up as much as they could handle, keeping him in the high of climax for well over a full minute.

By the time it was finally over, and he slowly slunk down from the grace of orgasm, Dyonn was simply moaning in contentment, a belly full of jizz making up for balls finally emptied of it. Monroe released the grip on his wrist, and almost immediately the gecko sank back, laying down and resting on the surface, chest flexing up and down as he recovered from a romp he clearly wasn't used to. It was pure satisfaction to Monroe...Dyonn had reacted almost just like in his dreams, totally worn out and supremely satisfied by his big, thick cock and heavy balls loading him up with seed.

"See? Nice and relaxed now...I'll bet your head's gonna be a lot clearer after you rest up. Maybe you'll see things a bit...differently." Slowly he pulled out of Dyonn, a string of semen lingering between them for a bit before snapping and splashing on Dyonn's tail. It felt almost a shame to extract himself from that hot, wet tunnel, but he knew he couldn't stay there too long, someone was probably going to wonder about where he was after he'd charged off like that. He looked around for something to wipe off with, but nothing was in sight and he was still leaking a bit...he gave up and shoved his pants back on, his still half-hard dick providing plenty of bulge and stain partway down the leg. He looked back at Dyonn, who was still on the desk, not really trying to get up. "If you need to talk about anything...let me know. I'm happy to make my case as many times as you want to hear it...whatever helps you reach a good decision." He threw his shirt back on and slipped out the door, shutting it quietly out of habit. The building was totally deserted as far as he could tell, but he still figured it was best not to be too visible, just in case.

As he left that evening, Monroe had no idea if his actions were going to have any effect; anger had given way to anxiety, and by the time he was back in his hotel room he was almost a wreck. Sleep was fitful that night, and his exhaustion was evident to everyone at the dig site the next day...but it was worth it to see the furious face of the executive as he stormed up, demanding to know what Monroe had done to deny them the site. His faux-innocent confusion had only riled the executive further, and he'd left swearing revenge, that he wouldn't get away with this and he would regret crossing him. The satisfaction and relief were incredible, tempered only by the worry that he wasn't out of the woods yet...

But within more two days, even that was taken care of, as many of the executives were removed from the region entirely. Monroe wasn't sure what happened, but when other, more reasonable executives were spotted in the region, looking at a completely different location for the building, he had his suspicions. Maybe the prick wasn't so unstoppable after all...and considering that it meant peace for Monroe and his crew in the last weeks of their dig, scrambling to find as much as they could, he was quite happy to have provided a little lubricant to the resolution.

---

"Well, well, the stranger's back!" Burris exclaimed as Monroe slid onto a stool up at the bar. "You look like you're in good spirits, I guess all that digging up that old place did you some good after all!"

Monroe flashed the donkey a grin. "More than you even know." He really did feel like a different person, more relaxed, more confident, more healthy even, he was getting nicely muscular under his clothing thanks to the nice testosterone boost. And his jeans, despite being pretty relaxed, still felt nice and tight thanks to the hefty package he was boasting now...he was half-tempted to give Burris a peek, but kept himself in check, the donkey's wife probably wouldn't have appreciated that. Or his boyfriend, for that matter. "It was a blast, we brought back a nice collection of artifacts and I think we may have found some insights into the actual culture of the Ascatan. I might become the very first expert on them...and there's quite a part of me that can't wait to talk about them!"

"Well, I think you'll have to, because I bet it's just gonna slide in one ear and out the other with me. But good, I'm glad it was all it was cracked up to be! You looking to have your usual then?"

"Yeah, hit me!"

Playing catch-up with Burris was good - a nice, relaxing return to familiarity. He was certain the donkey was picking up on some of the changes to him at least, though he didn't comment on them...perhaps not wanting to cross a line, since that had gotten him in trouble with at least one partner in the past. It didn't matter, even quiet appreciation was gratifying, an extra confidence booster that was always welcome. And especially that night, as it became obvious that there was at least one other set of eyes on him.

Said eyes belonged to a raptor that had come in not long after he did. The bearded green reptile had slid into a corner, alone, but Monroe had caught him looking more than a few times...at some point it stopped even being subtle. Being desired was still rather new to him, feeling desirable even newer...and he wanted to make the most of that. So after a good hour of chatting with his bartender friend, Monroe decided to shift his attention to the raptor, shifting over a few seats and sidling up to him. "See something you like?"

The raptor gave him a bit of a sidelong, toothy grin. "Mmmmmaybe...maybe more than just something."

The somewhat coy response was only too telling. Monroe took a moment to size the raptor up. He wasn't a super big guy, but he did appear to be a few inches taller than Monroe, and he looked as if he kept up a fairly healthy lifestyle - his body had a leaner type of muscle that made him look fit even without a ton of bulk. Definitely easy on the eyes, though there was something about his frame that seemed a bit unusual, that he couldn't quite put his finger on. His eyes darted down to the raptor's groin out of habit, but he wasn't able to tell much right off the bat. Not that he was too worried at this point - his own prominent bulge was easily one of the things the raptor had interest in, if he was competing with that...

"Well, I'll happily be multiple somethings if you want. My name's Monroe...yours?"

"Vex. Nice to meet you, Monroe...very nice, if I might say, you know how to catch a guy's eye."

"The pleasure is mine. Don't think I've seen you around here before...you come here often and I've just missed you?"

"Just moved here this summer...I think I'd remember you if I saw you, you seem pretty memorable!"

"Well, I'd say a few people would agree with you." Monroe gave Vex a wink. "But I know how to, ah, reinforce that, if you catch my drift."

Vex's grin widened. "I'd like to catch something else, actually. I gotta ask...is that for real, down there? You're not just stuffing a bunch of fruit down there to make yourself look impressive, are you?"

"Not unless you've got a hankering for blue banana, then I might call it that." Monroe snickered; being impressive enough that they doubted it could be real, that felt satisfying for sure. "I guarantee, 100% bona-fide lizard bone. Accept no produce substitute."

Vex's eyes widened a bit briefly, as if not expecting that to be the real answer, but never lost his smile. "Heh, nice...but did you bring enough to share?"

Monroe leaned in a bit, dropping his voice into Vex's ear. "Why do you ask? You want me to...share with you?"

"Only if you've got enough for the both of us." Vex shifted a bit, spreading his legs just a tad on the stool. Monroe glanced down, curious, to see the slight wet spot between the raptor's legs...a wet spot, despite there being absolutely no bulge whatsoever. It took a moment before it clicked - that was what had seemed odd before, the slightly wider hips and thighs that seemed more at home on a feminine than a masculine frame, not super obvious but he'd kind of picked up on it checking that area out. He's trans? Wow, you'd never be able to tell without looking closely. Well, if he wants a nice, thick filling down there...

"I think I've got more than enough...maybe you'd like for me to show you?"

"Believe me, I can't wait."

---

It was probably one of the rare times Monroe had been mostly sober when picking up a guy, sober enough to drive the two of them back to Vex's place. The raptor had a smaller place, but well-kept, clearly hadn't been lived in long...and Monroe was looking forward to making a nice mess in it.

Vex seemed to be just as eager, maybe even more so. He wasn't keeping his hands to himself very well during the drive, feeling up Monroe's chest and stomach muscles and rubbing the generous protrusion between Monroe's legs. He could feel that very prominently...again, he didn't have any underwear on, he had nothing that came even close to fitting him anymore. Now that he was back, he planned on looking into some custom fitting pants and drawers, but he was waiting until he was certain he'd stopped growing first...and that hadn't happened yet.

As they pulled up, Vex was finally able to tear himself away from Monroe, though only with promises of much more intimate contact to come. It was a smaller building, but still with plenty of space for a single occupant, and only very lightly lived in - it certainly looked like Vex had only been there a fairly short time. And Monroe was looking forward to giving him a nice greeting. They hastened inside and up to Vex's bedroom, leaving any tour off for another time; right now, they both had one goal on their minds, and anything standing in that way was intolerable.

The lizard's eyes drank in the sight as Vex disrobed in front of him. He had a somewhat feminine frame, but with a decent bit of meat on his bones, not slim or wispy but mildly muscular, especially in his chest and stomach where the definition was a bit clearer. Monroe had to admit, it looked good on him...but the prize he was really after tonight was between his legs, the ready snatch that was already dripping eagerly, waiting for an infusion that Monroe was more than eager to provide. Once his body was bared, he sat back on his bed and watched his own show as Monroe stripped down himself. The collared lizard was all too happy to show off the gains he'd acquired down south, in both senses of the word...and he didn't mind the bit of ogling over the rest of his body, either. He was no hulk, he was still much less bulky than most of the guys he'd partnered with before - he would have to actively work out if he wanted THAT kind of shape - but the healthy tone over his whole body, aided by the labor of the dig, was quite pleasing to his own eyes, and seemed to be doing the trick for Vex as well.

And then he dropped his pants, and the raptor practically started to salivate. Monroe's stiffening cock had gotten so much bigger than when he'd made his case to Dyonn, now standing at a proud fourteen inches at full mast, four-point-five broad, dwarfing all the guys he'd slept with before and most he'd even seen. And the sack handing underneath had also swelled a good bit more, a bit bigger than large apples, barely fitting between his legs. He grinned confidently at Vex, who had an extremely wanting gaze directed right at his gargantuan pole. "Ever tried anything this big?"

"No...you've get the biggest one I've tried beat, hands down. I can't wait to feel it..."

"You don't have to. Turn over."

Vex complied eagerly, shifting onto hands and knees, hiking up his tail and presenting himself to Monroe. The lizard climbed up behind him, running his hands along the raptor's sides before taking hold of his slightly wide hips and lining the tip of his uncut length against Vex's cunt. It sounded like Vex had some familiarity with size, but he urged himself to take it slow as he entered - THIS size was more than most would know.

"Aaaahhh...yeaaaaaah...gods, you feel so huge..." Vex breathily moaned as Monroe pushed into him, fingers curling into the covers. Monroe lacked the words but echoed the sentiment, Vex was amazingly tight around him, so hot and wet and feeling just incredible. He kept his entry up, encountering some more resistance deeper inside but not relenting, especially not with Vex pushing back against him, and after a minute he was hilted deep within the other reptile. His hands strayed from the raptor's hips as his body leaned over, one planting on the bed while the other rubbed against Vex's stomach; he could feel the slight firmness of his dick inside, another giddy thrill as another fantasy was realized, driving home just how big he'd become.

He started his thrusts slow, not wanting to overdo it, but Vex's continual encouragement and eagerness to shove back against him quickly made that a moot point - that greedy twat was eager for a pounding, and the size didn't seem to be an issue. It wasn't long before Monroe was drilling in hard and fast, his newly acquired strength being put to good use. The hisses and moans from Vex were almost musical, the raptor was clenching on him over and over, ramping up the tension on every thrust in and clinging to him like he didn't want Monroe leaving his body on the way out. Loud squishes were accompanying each motion as the mixture of their fluids started to pour out and wet the covers.

"Ahhhnnn...getting...close..." Vex managed to hiss out, almost too soon...though, Monroe was feeling his own orgasm bubble up rather quickly as well. So big and sensitive, he was still trying to get his longevity back up, especially with something so vigorous...but he didn't really mind having to practice a lot to achieve that. "Give it to me, stud...I wanna...see how much...you can pack into me..."

"Haah...with pleasure..." Monroe's arm wrapped around Vex as he pushed to the end, taking shorter but fiercer thrusts to ramp up the stimulation to the max. It didn't take too much more time before he heard the raptor cry out, felt his body shake as orgasm overtook him, his passage suddenly becoming much tighter and wetter. And that was about all he could take himself, he groaned out as his balls began to unload inside Vex. He felt Vex's back arch and his body push into his cock more as each pulse rushed deep into him, rapidly soaking him and filling him with a thoroughness Monroe liked to think he'd never gotten before. Even with the enormity of his penis, some of the fluids were squirting out around it, especially when he shifted and pumped in a little bit, making even more of a mess on the bed...but most of it was staying stubbornly stuck inside, ensuring a nice cream-filled raptor would be laying next to him for a good while.

Finally, he felt Vex slumping a bit underneath him, and holding tight rolled the two onto their sides. Though the pleasure high had somewhat faded, he was still shooting into the raptor, packing whatever space was left with his seed...he chuckled quietly and kept rubbing Vex's stomach, enjoying feeling himself through the raptor's flesh, seeing the stretch of his folds around his gigantic girth, and hearing him moan at the contact. This had definitely been a nice welcome back home, and he was feeling more than certain that Vex had loved it just as much as he had. Perhaps he could convince the raptor to have another go in the morning when they had both recovered...

---

Monroe woke up in a very different position he went to sleep in. Except he couldn't really see any of it.

The first thing that broke through his sleep-addled mind was his eyes being covered by something. He tried to brush it away, and rapidly found that that wasn't going to happen - his wrists only moved a little ways before being held in check by something. His legs were much the same way, and even his snout was tied shut...he was completely bewildered for a moment until he remembered what he'd been doing just before he went to sleep.

Holy shit. Wasn't expecting a kinky little devil.

About the only thing that was free was his cock standing at full attention with its morning wood...except, he realized soon, that wasn't entirely true either. The cool metal of a cock ring around his base became clearer as he woke up more, the fit plenty tight around him...he didn't know what kind of cock ring Vex would have that could fit around his beast, probably something improvised. Hopefully he could get it off in the end...

Although, I guess it doesn't have to end right away...

"Oh, good, you're awake!" Vex's voice startled him a bit, he hadn't realized the raptor was in the room. "Good thing...I'm in the mood for a little more fun before we part ways. After all, there's so much real estate to cover...one day clearly wouldn't be long enough. Hope you don't mind the jewelry, I'd like to make this one last just a touch longer..."

Monroe couldn't really reply beyond a muffled hum, but he hoped his tone sounded agreeable enough. Either way, he couldn't really stop Vex at this point even if he wanted to...he simply sighed as he felt Vex start to touch and stroke his cock, and a hot tongue start to lap at the surface. There were probably remnants of their fun last night still on him, he wondered what Vex might be tasting...maybe he'd have to get his own taste at some point.

The ring started to make more and more sense as the oral treatment continued - Vex really wanted this to last. The raptor was being incredibly thorough - every bit of his cock was getting licked, all the way up and down the massive body, special attention on the head where the raptor's tongue lavished special attention under his foreskin, making Monroe's whole body twitch in pleasure. And his giant balls weren't ignored either - rubbed, groped, and squeezed while Vex's mouth was occupied with his shaft, and then getting a nice tongue bath of their own. Even his stomach and chest got a bit of oral attention, Vex licking along the contours of his budding musculature, fingers probing wherever they could.

"You taste delicious...should have expected that from someone packing so much down there." Vex's whisper was right into his ear, making him shiver and moan. "So manly and rugged...you're really a treat, I hope you know this doesn't have to be a one-time thing. You know I'd enjoy it..." The voice moved away a bit as Vex climbed up on top of him; even without being able to see, he was pretty sure he knew what was coming, and his guess was proven accurate as a hot, wet hole was pressed over the head of his cock. "I needed you so bad last night, I couldn't really stop to savor things...but I'm going to make up for that now."

Monroe was hardly in a position to disagree; his fingers clenched as he felt pleasure creep over his shaft again, Vex lowering himself slowly, teasingly. How he wanted to just buck up with his hips, they could move a bit at least...but he held back, not wanting to wreck what Vex had planned, trying to practice some restraint, something that had been tough with the body he always wanted. Of course, it was getting harder as each inch sank inside the raptor's body, spurring him continually higher on the pleasure chart...

But Vex clearly wasn't content just riding him. Monroe's breath came in sharply as he felt Vex's hands take a grip on his balls, holding and massaging them as he shifted up and down on that impressive staff. "Fuck...you're just so huge everywhere...I love how much you stretch me out..." Nothing but moans in response from Monroe, he was really starting to squirm now, the tingles too much for him to totally keep himself still, but Vex still had all the control of everything...and he had to admit, he was totally digging it. He'd been resistant in the past to letting others take charge, but now that he wasn't worried about not having enough to please, it felt different somehow, more fun than before...or maybe Vex was just that good at it, that was possible too.

And the cock ring was turning into a godsend, because the pleasure was just insane, and maintaining that insane level way longer than the previous night. He was throbbing madly, his precum was coming through in copious gushes, but the big one was being solidly blocked off...he was almost certain it wasn't going to last forever, but he was more than happy to take what he could get. And what he was getting was a ball fondling and a steady envelopment of his monster cock...Vex seemed no looser than the last round, clearly he had a fair bit of practice with coming off of big boys, and he knew how to get the most out of it. Now he couldn't help but push back onto the raptor, though his position still meant that Vex was able to dictate things.

But now Vex seemed more than happy to have an excuse to pick up the pace. He rose and fell faster on Monroe now, pushing himself down further and rubbing Monroe's sock more vigorously. The collared lizard moaned deeply, his balls were really aching for release now, the ring still stubbornly holding them back but they were building up the pressure, he could feel it starting to break through, slowly but surely...he was trying to hold himself back now, though, make it last as long as he could before finally lost it.

Vex seemed to be getting to that point as well, huffing and puffing and getting less steady with his movements. With a slight growl, he suddenly let go of Monroe's balls and twisted around on his cock, the spin creating a brand new sensation that made Monroe's heart skip a beat. His hands went down on the lizard's chest, and then he slammed himself all the way down, pulled himself up as fast as he could, and rocketed down again. It wasn't quite as fast or forceful as the way they'd done it last night, which was apparently just perfect for keeping Monroe on the edge...he rocked up as much as he could but he was still just able to keep himself from blowing.

And that just enough was all that was needed. Finally, Vex yelled out in bliss, and he clamped down tight around Monroe's cock, rocking up and down as he soaked the hot flesh in his juices. The tension in Monroe was almost agonizing now, but it was soon to end - Vex rose up once more, and with one hand snapped the ring off before burying the whole thing into the hilt once more. And then the dam burst, like never before...Monroe's eyes rolled back in his head and he jerked hard against his bonds as climax overtook him. If he'd thought he was productive last night, he was about to reach a whole new level of that term, the first pulse felt like it was enough to fill up every crevice of the raptor's pussy on its own. And it just kept coming, there was no holding anything back now, it was coming with force and volume, unstoppable as a tidal wave.

Vex wasn't staying still while he was getting filled, though; he was still rocking up and down, working Monroe's cock with all the vigor he could. This was causing a much greater release of their fluids, which were splashing out all over Monroe's groin and tail, his stomach, and the bed. He really was making a mess...then again, it was mostly Vex's fault, and he didn't seem to care that much. And it was rather a point of pride that he could make such a huge mess all over the place...oh, he'd gush as long as he had to, he loved being so productive.

Finally, Vex seemed to wear out, stilling on his dick and letting his body be pumped full of whatever Monroe had left to give. Which turned out to be quite a lot, plenty of it still leaking out, giving both of them a nice white painting around their lower bodies. Only when Monroe's balls finally stopped producing did Vex dismount him; he was breathing heavily, but sounded quite satisfied. "That was so much fun...almost want to do it again. Well, not almost by a long shot, but I think I need some time to recover from that before I do."

Suddenly the blindfold was away, and Monroe squinted as the brightness hit his eyes hard. His mouth was unlocked too, allowing him to open wider and pant harder, getting his air back faster. Slowly his limbs were unlocked too, allowing him freedom as he got some energy back; once his legs were removed from the cuffs, he was able to sit up and grin at Vex. "That was some way to wake up."

"You should feel special, I don't give that treatment to just any guy."

"I'm the lucky lotto winner, eh?"

"Looks like you already won with that between your legs." The raptor leaned in toward's Monroe's ear. "I put my number next to your phone...don't feel like you have to be a stranger."

"You make a good case for it," Monroe replied with a grin. He made a mental note to leave his own with Vex as well...something he didn't typically do in the past, but now he felt plenty confident enough to. Another change he had to thank Irthis for...

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Monroe set the measuring tape aside, satisfaction all over his features. He hadn't had any change in the past seven days...it seemed to be safe to say that he'd gotten all he was going to get out of his growth. But what a result!

The length of his enormous cock had reached a hair over 18 inches - a size he'd yet to see on any other person, even in porn. And the five-inch-and-change girth was also well beyond any of his observations, giving him a mass exceeding his wildest dreams. His orbs were at least as big as softballs, maybe a bit bigger. It was fair to say that he'd gotten everything he'd wanted from his end of the deal, and more, considering the nice tone his body had achieved as well.

He loved it...but a part of him wondered if others would.

To this point, he was the only one who knew that he'd been growing...everyone else had only seen him once, or gotten only a brief look another time. What would they think if they saw how much bigger he'd gotten? His thoughts went to Vex...the raptor had seen him at fourteen, would he think that the extra size was freakish? It was that thought that had kept him from taking the raptor up on his offer...well, that and the need to get pants that fit, but that was the one that he couldn't easily resolve.

I thought I was done with worrying about this kinda stuff.

He heard a buzz on his phone on the nightstand and snatched it up. Another text from Vex...the raptor had been persistent. Maybe more than Monroe had expected...he read back through the unanswered texts again, watching the progression. They'd started off playful, but slowly he seemed to be getting more concerned that he hadn't heard from Monroe...there was nothing overt, but he wondered if Vex wasn't feeling like it was something about him that had gotten in the way, or if his little bondage adventure hadn't driven Monroe away.

He stared for a long time...and then, almost like a switch, he started typing. [Hey, Vex. Sorry, just been busy getting things back to normal after my trip. You want to meet up later?]

To hell with it. If he's scared off, then it wasn't meant to be, but like hell I'm going to be that guy who started regretting his greatest desire. I'll tell him what happened...that's what Irthis wanted anyway, right? He smiled to himself again. Maybe he still had his insecurities, but who didn't? There was only one way to get over them...and there was no point in not trying.