A/N: I'M ALIVE WITH A CHAPTER OF SEXY VENGENCE! Lol Seriously though, I am so humbled by all the wonderful reviews and support for my story! You people are so amazing and I couldn't be luckier to have such love for my writing. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much! Love you guys and hope you enjoy the latest addition!

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LOST STORIES OF ARKHAM INMATES

Chapter 11 (?): Irrational Little Humans

The moment his finger slid into her wet sheath, he knew sex was going to be impossible tonight. Riolu was too tight, and if he pressed her for sex, he could end up hurting her irreparably.

Riolu had indeed been a virgin, her hymen tearing under the sharp pressure of his claw. He was almost in disbelief that someone as beautiful and seductive as her had remained untouched for so long. But at long last, she was deflowered and by his hand no less.

She whimpered, trying to pull his claw out of he, observing the fluids and blood coating his finger. He brings his hand to his mouth, inhaling her wild scent, the fragrance shooting hot lightening straight to his groin.

"Mine..." He growled, licking his claw clean before leaning over Riolu once more. "You are mine..."

He kisses her deeply, the combined essences of her driving his libido even higher.

"I want to taste you everywhere..." He growls, a light dusting of pink showing through on his dark skin. He bends to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet rain scent, licking and sucking gently. He was especially careful of his fangs as he made his way down her chest. He licked each nipple in turn, hearing an airy sigh escape her each time. He longed to lavish her breasts for hours on end but with the dangers of his razor sharp teeth, he couldn't linger long.

He sighed, basking in all her sweetness: the rise of her breasts, the concave of her stomach, the perfect swell of her hips leading to the secret treasure between her legs. He grabs each of her knees, making enough room for him to scoot down between them. He didn't care for these cramped accommodations himself, the room far too small for his liking, but if it made his bride happy, he could tolerate it for her sake.

"Mine..." He spoke quietly before bending to lick between her legs, laving the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. One taste was all it took... Instant addiction consumed him. He truly wished he could kiss here there more deeply, tease and pull with his lips without the worry of his teeth, bury his fingers deep in her without the worry of his claws.

But all of these worries left his mind when he looked up to watch her reactions. Her face was the picture of surprised pleasure, her color running high, her back arching, her breasts pointed to the heavens, her thighs clenching involuntarily, he toes curling into the matress.

This is what he had longed for: Riolu, flush with pleasure and eager... for him. The thought was almost too much to believe, his mind drunk with pride and pleasure.

He leaned down, licking her core softly once more. She arches up, a soft feminine cry escaping her. A grin makes it's way across his face.

She was so damn lovely, and she was his.

"Tell me you're mine..." He spoke before laving her core in even stripes, eager to pull more of those delightful noises from her.

"Ah! Waylon, I'm so yours..." Her voice was a soft rasp, and so quiet he nearly missed it, but filled with such feeling, it warmed something of him. Something that had never known an affection like hers. He felt humbled and almost unsure of how to respond.

"Waylon..." Her tone suggested a sense of worry.

"What's wrong?" He'd do anything to wash away that look of anxiety.

"You stopped... and I really liked what we were doing. Um, can we please continue...?"

Ever the proper lady, she reverted to her polite habits to express her desires. He obeyed her, helplessly drawn back to the feast laid out before him.

His tongue traced circles around her bud before flicking over it quickly. Her whole body drew tight, shaking and arching towards his mouth. She moans a garbled version of his name, pumping her hips as she drew close to the edge. He really wanted to fuck Riolu, his cock throbbing in painful need. He'd give anything to bury himself inside that tiny powerhouse of sensuality.

"Ooh, Way-lon!" She cries out helplessy, bucking in a primitive rhythm as she reaches the peak of carnal, moving with his mouth as best as she can. His tongue laps along her cleft, eagerly soaking in the fluids that rushed freely from her.

She collapses into the mattress, slumping back as she tries to catch her breath. He was helpless to stop the growl that ripped its way through him, tearing open his pants in his reckless eagerness. He closes his eyes a moment, fantasizing about fucking Riolu with no restraint, her loving every moment. He runs his hand along his erection, stroking himself as he become lost in this fantasy for a moment.

"Waylon...?"

His eyes opened to a flushed Riolu leaning over, her hand reaching towards his erection.

"I want to touch you too..."

Holy shit, would she really do that to him? It was more than he could hope for...

His breath clogged in his throat, a small hiss escaping him as she moved her delicate hands over his erection, the first person to hold such an intimate part of him in years.

He thrust his pelvis into the rhythm of her hand, her touch so profoundly welcome after years of deprived, secret yearnings. He had dated any woman willing to tolerate him but never had any of them desired to touch him as Riolu does. Most of the women he ended up with only wanted him for money or to lure him into a trap.

Riolu was the first person to genuinely care for him since his hears in the carnival. The thought lanced him with bittersweet feeling, regret from his past and hope for his future with Riolu swelling in his chest.

"Never leave me..." The words left him before he could think twice about it, leaving him with an intense sense of vulnerability.

She leans up, kissing his chest before squeezing his cock in her hands. "You can't leave me either, Waylon. Don't forget that."

Her words were both a soothing balm and a blistering aphrodisiac, enticing him to go further with her.

"I can't fuck you tonight: you're still too inexperienced and I don't want to hurt you... I'll be right back."

He stands quickly, leaving the room and a very bemused Riolu behind.

What was Waylon up to?

Everything was getting hot and heavy when Waylon jumped up and walked out. Just what the hell was it that Killer Croc had up his sleeve anyway?

He was still somewhere near but she couldn't guess his motives at all... And holy shit, he was huge in her hands! She could barely hold him with both her hands! How the hell was he expecting to have sex anyway?

These thoughts came to a screeching halt as an inhuman roar rips through the corridor, the walls reverberate with the magnitude of pain in that sound. It was a roar of Killer Croc's, that was unmistakable. But why did he sound as through he were in pain?

He reemerges from the hall, his eyes heated, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Of all this, it's his fingers which her eyes become drawn to. Where long deadly talons once threatened now lived bloody shortend stumps on the end of each finger.

"Waylon, are you okay? Why did you run off and-"

Killer Croc silences her with a kiss, his hands cradling her head as he grazes his lips along the surface of her moth. He pulls away, leading her to the bed before laying across it.

"Lay on top of me, facing away... Do it!" He rasped, his large fists shaking as he resisted picking her up and moving her how he need her...

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hey! I'm sorry to leave it on such a teasing part put I had limited time to write this out and hopefully I can get back to updating this soon. Love my peeps and hope you enjoy the latest installment! Lemme know what you think and I will try to update this again ASAP! R&R!