As the lift doors closed he turned and chuckled down at her with that sibilant voice of his. "This is a Falcone owned building. I've been here before when I've had to terminate a rat. They know me well. And I'm sure all the family will know my woman lives here before long."

"I see. That means you can come and go as you please?"

"Yes." The lights moved over the numbers as they ascended.

"So...will you come and go as you please?"

"Yes."

"...regularly?" he inclined his head ever so slightly. The Spanish beauty was blushing. Clearly she was afraid of him, but it seemed she wasn't afraid of the prospect of his visits. "Because I'll be better if we meet regularly."

"You mean your cunt will stay nice and wide for me?" she flinched at the vulgarity of his tongue, which just made him hackle with mirth. "Depends how good you are."

"I'll work hard to please you." She nodded with determination. He chuckled at her.

"We'll see. I don't need to tell you what I'll do if you break our deal."

"I understand." The ping of a bell indicated they had arrived at the correct floor. The door opened and Catherina popped her head out. The coast was clear and she led the way to her apartment.

All I could think was how glad I was I'd tidied up the apartment that morning.

"Do you?" he followed her through the door and glanced around it. It was covered in browns and creams. Very modest colours he thought. This was a glamorous woman on stage. Yet her home was so...modest.

There were no extravagant ornaments, no gaudy paintings or damn yappy small dogs that lived in a handbag. He couldn't see one fluffy stuffed toy or any sign of the wealth that came with her job.

"Si. I know how you dispose of people. But I'm not worried."

"Oh?" He stopped in her living room and scanned the place. The TV was a grand size, but it was build into the wall. It came with the apartment. "Why do you feel so safe then?" he continued the conversation as she disappeared into what was either the bathroom or the bedroom. He was content for now to look around the apartment. after all the hits he'd done, he liked to scope out their home first. It told you a lot about a target. What motives they have, what desires drive them. Where they keep the nice bourbon and firearms.

This apartment was not what he expected. She'd been here long enough to move in her belongings. So where were they? His eyes fell onto a receipt on the coffee table. He inspected it and found lots of mundane items. Kettle, toaster, cutlery, toiletries and groceries. Why wouldn't she just bring a kettle with her from her old home? He spied another receipt, and this one was much more expensive in its items and totals. They were all designer dresses, costume jewellery and shoes. But the card listed at the bottom belonged to the club.

He returned the receipts to their original position on the coffee table.

"Because I want to do whatever you want me to do. I want to please you!"

Catherina hurried around the bedroom, making the bed and stripping out of her clothes. To her horror she was wearing 'comfortable' underwear. That wouldn't do. She dug through her bedside drawers for something more along the lines of 'sex kitten'.

If she was going to do this, she had to do it properly. She didn't know what he was doing in the living room, but it was giving her time to prepare.

Croc took off his hat and coat and laid it over the arm of the chocolate brown fabric sofa. It was then he spied the photograph on the small cabinet under the TV. Catherina was in the picture with an older woman, with the same high cheek bones and deep brown eyes. Her hair had grey streaks in it, but it was clear that she was the source of Catherina's beauty. So family was important to Catherina? He could use that. her father wasn't in the picture, but he already knew why.

It was then he realised what else was in the picture. The two women in the picture wore very basic jeans and summer vests. The background was a small terraced house in the queens, and the picture looked to be recently taken.

That was why she had to buy all new home appliances, and why there was so little in material possessions in the apartment. She clearly came from poverty.

So she wasn't a spoilt rich girl that he'd have to dominate. She was street wise enough to know not to cross him. good.

"I'm getting bored." He lied.

"I'm coming Señor Croc."

"Not yet you're not." He muttered to himself, pulling a small black carry bag from his coat. The door opened and he turned to face her.

Oh she was more beautiful that he'd ever imagined. This last week all he could think about was seeing her naked, feeling her writhing all around him. but seeing the real thing was better than his fantasies by a long shot.

She was only 5.6ft, but she had a voluptuous figure. Her shoulders were strong, her breasts were ample and well rounded. Her body tapered gently to her waist, before her hips curved round and down her supple legs. Her skin looked like it was honey kissed, from her Spanish heritage clearly. Her hair fell over her shoulders in waves and her fringe and bangs framed her feline face perfectly.

She'd removed her makeup and stripped to her underwear.

It was pink...

His hungry gaze faltered as he looked at her pink lacy bra and french panties. This must have toppled her nerve, as her arms wrapped around her toned middle.

"I...it's the sexiest underwear I own. I-"

"Understood. Now stand there and take it off for me." Croc's lips spread wide and he licked his lips at her. Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded and reached behind her back. Almost in sync with the sound of her bra clasp clicking open, he unbuckled his belt. His belt and trousers fell to the floor immediately after her bra did. His hungry golden eyes watched her hungrily. Her breasts were just as rounded as they were in the bra. But now he could see the darker shade of her pert nipples. They jiggled as they were released and hardened as soon as they met with the cold air of the apartment. "More." He growled, but didn't advance on her just yet. Her breathing had become less than rhythmic, and he wanted her willing. He wasn't going to ruin his own parade with haste. She wanted to lay with him. So let he'd let her.

Her hands were trembling as she pushed her panties down. Catherina carefully stepped out of them and waited for her next instruction. She felt so exposed, standing naked in front of him as his eyes travelled over every dip and curve of her body. He seemed to rest his eyes between her legs. It was a perfect V in shape, including her trimmed dark pubic hair. He could see the start of her pink folds, and from here he could smell her. A perk of his animal traits. It took all his self control not to roar and jump her then.

Croc's mouth widened into a hungry grin, and he shoved down his boxers. He chuckled at the scared expression on her face when she saw the sheer size of him. His was already hard, his cock as green and scaly as the rest of him. His balls were a darker green, as was the round head of the shaft, which was a paler green, like his torso. It was monstrous in its girth and its length. It bobbed slightly as he walked towards her. She stumbled backwards, and he stopped in his place. Was she going back on her word? She swore to be willing and participate. She looked ready to run away screaming.

Fear echoed through her tiny body. She fumbled over her own feet as she retreated into the bedroom.

Flashes of those nameless Falcone thugs forcing themselves on her, in her, everywhere around her came to her mind. She saw the sceptical look he was giving her, and took a deep breath. Catherina shook it off and told herself this was the only way to make sure that never happened to her again.

"M-my bed's this way." She smiled nervously and lifted a shaky hand for him to take. He cautiously walked up to the timid nymph, looking down from his height at her with steady eyes.

He wasn't a fool.

He knew this woman wouldn't throw herself at a creature like him had she not been through hell first.

He could see as plain as the brown in her eyes the pain and torture she'd been through. He knew she'd find the prospect of having sex with him terrifying.

He didn't particularly care, but he did want to fuck her. Regularly.

Despite popular belief, Killer Croc was a patient man. You had to be, to be a successful hit man.

He'd be gentle for now, for the reward he'd get later when she was relaxed and would let him go wild with her.

Well, as gentle as he could manage anyway.

Croc took her hand and let her walk him to her bed. It was then she saw the small black bag in his hand. "A-are those the useful tools you were talking about?"

"Si." He teased her, hoping to lighten the mood. She was so tense it chilled the room. "Very useful tools." He sat casually on the bed, seemingly ignoring his throbbing erection and opened the bag for her inspection. "Monster size condoms, custom made for us bigger gentleman." He chuckled huskily at her, not reacting when she lowered to sit next to him. "Normal condoms won't go on, never mind withstand any actual use. I brought lube so it's less likely to actually hurt when I enter you."

"Really?"

"Lube is very useful for-"

"You would do that for me?" he turned and looked at the woman. He sighed. She really had been through the ringer.

First her father was a drunken bum, and then the first time she entered the big bad world, she was raped. How many times he couldn't tell. She was a beautiful woman...not that that meant she deserved it.

In his book of disgusting and bloody deeds, most of which he himself had perpetrated, there were only two things he wouldn't do, and would willingly murder someone for committing. Paedophilia and rape.

Those people were just broken, in his book. They deserved to be put down, hard and painfully...slowly...

Murder he was fine with, apparently.

"It won't exactly be any fun for me if you're screaming in my ears the whole time."

"Oh, right." She nodded at him and placed a nervous hand on his bicep. "Thank you anyway."

"And I brought this." He pulled a packet out of the bag. She boggled her eyes at it.

It was a big pink dildo. "To widen you."

"Oh..." she gulped. Even the dildo wasn't as big as he was. She would certainly need it.

"I can't exactly use my fingers." He wriggled his fingers before her, showing her the sharp tips of his claws. "Not without making a big mess."

She couldn't help it.

She'd been so tense, so afraid, so excited, all at the same time.

And now the big bad crocodile man was waving a pink dildo at her.

She burst into laughter and fell onto her back on the bed, hands over her face. "Never had that reaction before."

"S-sorry." Her shoulders shook, and her hands covered her face. So he couldn't see the point where she started crying though her giggles. "I-I just didn't expect you to be holding a pink dildo. Ever."

Croc chuckled himself and looked shamelessly at her body laid out before him. He grinned and crawled up the bed to lay on his side next to her. he was about to pry her legs open, when he saw her lips through her hands.

They were wet, and trembling.

"Are you crying?"

"No." She answered quickly, and turned onto her front. She didn't do a very good job of hiding the fact she was wiping her tears on the bed sheets. "Just got something in my eyes. must be some dust on the bed or something."

If Croc had been a kind man, he would have turned her back over, put the dildo down and asked her what was wrong. This woman had so many issues, and no one to talk to.

But he wasn't a kind man.

"Right. Well let's get on with this then. It's like riding a bicycle. Once you've gotten back on, you'll remember how to peddle and forget why you were afraid of it in the first place."

"You promise?" she sat up on the bed and looked at him with such a vulnerable look, he did question whether he should continue.

"Sure." His erection was starting to go down. He couldn't make this woman have sex with him, willing or not, it would in its own way be rape. She was in no fit state to be having sex.

And he didn't rape women.

He was just about to announce his decision, when she crawled towards him. Her eyes were steady, despite their watery twinkle. She knelt before him and placed her hands on his chest so gently, he had to look down to see they were there.

"Thank you. You're the best man I've ever met." he snapped his eyes back up to look at her. Before he could make a snide comment, her lips ghosted over his. "I'm glad I belong to you now." Catherina took a deep breath and lifted on hand to stroke his cheek.

"Good. Because you're mine." he growled deeply, tightening his grip on the dildo and leaning into her. "So I'll have my woman now."

Their lips pressed together.

Then their bodies.

Croc hungrily lapped at her mouth, her neck, her jaw, and used the power of his passionate kiss to push her down to the bed. She laid back for him, her limbs trembling as he crawled over her body. Her hands pressed palm down into the sheets and her knees knocked together. "Open your legs." It came out as a guttural moan, his intent and erection firm in their want. "Catherina." He snarled when she didn't comply. She blushed up at him.

That was the first time he'd said her name. There was such power and passion in his voice as he said it, it literally parted her legs for him. "Good girl."

Croc didn't dive straight in. He crashed his mouth against hers again. That seemed to distract her from everything else he was doing. He stroked the outside of her leg and hip with the tips of his fingers, kissing her hard and nipping at her lips and jaw. Her trembling eased off and she closed her eyes. When she started to arch into his touch, he smirked to himself.

Oh yes, patience has its rewards. It was safe enough now to leave her mouth.

"C-Croc!" she yelped as he dragged his thick lips from hers and down her neck. He rubbed his mouth between her breasts, loving how her breathing quickened from this action. He supported his weight over her with one hand, and cupped one of her ample mounds with the other. Holding her breast for his inspection, he hissed with glee at her.

Usually women didn't kiss Croc.

They didn't want to be near him if they could help it.

The only sex he'd ever had was with hookers, and he'd had to pay them BIG time for the pleasure.

Many a time he got to this point and they changed their minds and ran off screaming.

Catherina was whimpering and mewling at him. her hands timidly lifted from the bed sheets by her body and rested on his shoulders. "Croc." She moaned again, and he felt the noise vibrate through his body to his cock.

He growled deeply and dragged his tongue over her pert nipple. "Croc! I-you don't have to-" he opened his mouth wide and took as much of the breast into his mouth as he could. Well over half. He swirled the whole thing with his reptilian tongue and lips. He almost jerked when one of her hands slipped from his shoulder to the back of his head.

She actually liked this?

He smirked against her breast and lifted up.

"Next." He looked down at her, sending her a silent command. She blushed and took the hand from the back of his head to her other breast. She held it for him as he descended his lips onto her. She strangled a moan in her throat as he circled her nipple with his long tongue. He lowered his head and retracted his tongue at the same time, pulling the nipple into his mouth. He sucked it, making wet sapping noises as he did. She still held her breast forward for him, whimpering as he spread his lips wide and sank further and further over her breasts.

Catherina made a mental note to herself. Croc was a breast man.

He moaned against her, sending the vibrations rocketing through her chest. He spent his sweet time licking and sucking her breasts, migrating back to her neck and nipping at her skin there every now and then, before returning to her chest. He used this to distract her from his lower body. He moved from one knee to the next until he was knelt between her open legs. They were wide open now, and her body quivered against the bed beneath him.

He began his decent down the valley of her breasts to the dip of her navel. By the time she realised he wasn't stopping he was already breathing heavily on her pubic hair.

"N-no! Señor Croc don't-please." He raised his head to look at her. at first he thought she'd finally taken all she could from this beast and wanted to run. But her hair was messy from her writhing against the bed. Her eyes were love drunk and her lips parted in her lusty panting. Her honey cheeks were blushing madly, and her body was trembling with something that was not fear.

"Like riding a bike. Remember?"

"B-but!" Croc knelt up between her legs, folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at her. at first she thought she was in trouble. Was he stopping? "I didn't mean stop! I-please don't stop!" she begged him, pushing her elbows into the bed to look up at him.

"I'm not going to." He dropped his gaze to her pussy again, smelling how moist and aroused she truly was. It was a rewarding and refreshing scent. It usually wasn't there in women that laid with him. "Time to get back on the bike Catherina." She trembled, and he flashed his curious eyes at her. "Catherina." He growled deep from his chest, and she trapped a moan in her throat.

So she liked it when he said her name then? He'd remember that. "Lay back."

"S-si Sen-ah!" He slipped his hands under her legs, held her hips and used his super strength to lift her pelvis clear off the bed. She squealed as she found herself practically hanging upside down in his hands, her legs bent forward at either side of his face. "C-Croc? What are you-aa!"

Like a hungry child would with a succulent watermelon, he lifted her pelvis to his face and sank into her. She screamed with pleasure as he dragged his long tongue through her pink folds and over her clit in one swipe. Her entire body shook with the pleasure of it. he repeated the action, then sealed his mouth to her lower lips. Catherina fisted at the bed in desperation. He sucked at her most intimate area, taking her folds into his mouth, sliding his tongue inside her and making sure to drag it against the sides of her as he pulled it back out.

He was doing it on purpose. He was inside her with something other than his penis, to get her to calm down.

And it felt damn good. He returned to lapping at her heavily, paying extra attention to her clit.

Catherina made a mental note. Croc wasn't a breast man. He was a pussy man.

He focused in on her pulsing nub and sucked on it on and off. she writhed in his grip, still suspended from her pelvis in his colossal hands. She couldn't stop herself from screaming his name when he swirled his tongue over her clit over and over and over. "Fuck!" she hissed and quivered all over. Her orgasm sparked through her from his mouth on her clit, through her body and to her brain. She was still panting and riding her orgasm as he lowered her back to the bed.

"Bet you never cum upside-down before?" he smirked, but not as maliciously as he usually did. She genuinely enjoyed that. Again, not something he was used to with women.

He took her distraction as the perfect opportunity to unpack the dildo and make it slick with lube. He held it in place with his right hand, and leaned over her with his left. "You still in there Catherina?"

"...Si.." she smiled up at him with a soft blush on her cheeks. Her eyes widened as she felt something wet and cold push past her folds and into her entrance. Panic sparked in her pupils and he had to growl at her to stop what would have been the start of an all out terror attack. Her brown eyes wavered as they looked up at him, but she understood.

"Good girl." He pushed more of it inside of her. She just stared into his eyes, as if his determination was enough to hold her mind steady. Her body twitched and squirmed against her will every now and then, and he signalled he had slid it all the way in, by sliding it all the way out again. "See, not so bad." Catherina cocked her head to one side and seemed to wake up.

He'd had an erection for ages now.

He wanted to have sex with her.

If he wanted to take her, he could have done so before now. She knew this. But the amount of time he spent on pleasing her, stopping to see what her reaction was at different intervals, making sure she was enjoying herself and still consenting to the act...no man had ever been so kind to her. He didn't have to do this.

She was so scared of having sex with him, because of the rapes. But this didn't feel wrong and dirty like that did. This felt warm. It felt good and natural. She didn't want to be afraid of this. She didn't want to stop Croc from enjoying himself because of what happened to her. Not when he had been so good to her. He'd not taken any pleasure for himself yet...

He sheathed it inside her again, looking away from her face to watch the pink object disappear into her pussy. His cock throbbed painfully, desperate to be the inside that wet heaven instead of the sex toy.

What he didn't expect was the sight of her trembling hand hovering over her groin. He was about to snarl at her not to stop him, when the hand didn't aim for the dildo.

Croc sucked in a breath as her fingertips tentatively traced down the side of his thick cock. The head was weeping with pre-cum, and he hissed at her. "Either do it properly or don't do it. Teasing me will do nothing good to my patience." He warned her with every intention of flipping her over and fucking her if she didn't comply.

"I want to please you Señor Croc." She whimpered trying to reach for his cock again. "You've been so kind to me, I just want to make you feel good too." He flashed his eyes from the fully sheathed dildo, and then to her desperate face.

"Alright." He pulled the dildo out and dropped it by his side. He ignored the startled look on her face when he ripped open a condom wrapper and slid the robber sleeve over his cock. He then used the lube bottle to add extra lubrication and very matter of hand-ly grabbed her hips and angled himself into position.

He pressed the tip of his cock between her folds, but didn't enter her just yet. He looked up to find her with her eyes closed and her lips pressed together. "Laying back and thinking of England is not participating. That is not our deal." Croc grunted at her, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at him. "That's better." He crawled up her body, pushing himself inside her as fluidly as he could as he moved.

Catherina bit her bottom lip and looked to one side as he filled her up. He was very big, and she felt the pain of him stretching her.

In a second she was against the alleyway wall again, being pierced by those monsters. They shoved themselves inside her without any mercy, and ground her against the wall over and over again. "Hay!"

Catherina opened her eyes and looked up. She had pushed her hands against Croc's chest and pushed his body away from her. There were scratches on his chest, and his glare was very intense. He was pissed. "You're in bed having sex with me, Killer Croc. No one else. Want me to stop?" he hissed, waiting for her to say yes and thank him for his mercy.

"No, please don't stop." She whimpered and wiped her face with her hands as quickly as she could. "I'll be better, I swear. I'm sorry." She threw her arms around his neck and succeeded in pulling him flush against her, mainly as he hadn't been expecting it. "Please don't stop." Her voice was shaky with her tears, but her grip around his neck was absolute. "Please." She was begging. Downright begging.

"...be good...and I'll be nice." He whispered begrudgingly by her ear and finished pushing inside of her. The smaller woman arched against him, and her grip stayed firm. She held her legs wide open for him and didn't say a word. He reached behind his head and grabbed her wrists. She yelped as her hands were held above her head by one of his massive hands. His other hand steadied his weight as he moved. "Watch me." Her watery eyes fixed onto his and she nodded.

He moved slowly at first, pulling back only an inch or so before pushing back inside her. This would be so much better when he didn't have to worry about her freaking out on him. Then he could just enjoy the tight wet heat of her all around his cock. She did feel really good. But he couldn't stop staring into her haunted eyes. As it became easier to move in and out of her, and she appeared to grow accustomed to his movements, he started rolling his hips against hers with stronger thrusts.

A moan jumped out of her mouth and shocked her. "You liked that?" He growled, rocking into her and receiving a pleasured whimper for his efforts. "Good girl. Enjoy it." He purred deeply and licked her cheek. He picked up the rhythm of his rolling hips, and grinned as she started to let go. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"I-it does." She trembled and lifted her face, seeking a kiss. He growled and obliged her, crashing their lips together. She enjoyed kissing him.

He could only reason that her rapists didn't try and kiss her. It felt like it was the one thing they didn't try and ruin for her. "C-Croc!"

He purred her name against her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth and chewing on every arduous noise she made.

She may not have realised she was doing it, but her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him closer. Her hands raked at his back and she even started arching her body to push her back against his thrusts.

Now they were having sex.

The power of his thrusting was so great the headboard of the bed started leaving scratches and dints in the wall as it banged into it.

Her skin burned against his, her body bending and moulding around his form to get more of his cock inside her. Croc pulled his lips form her to watch her face as he pounded her into the bed. Her lips were parted ever so slightly as she whimpered and moaned with pleasure.

This was more than he ever got to enjoy with a woman.

It was worth being patient.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and really wanted her to cum again during actual sex. It would make this so much easier next time. He spied the dildo he swiped it before she could notice what he was up to. The reptilian Beast dragged his tongue over one of her nipples and up her neck to distract her. He pressed the button at the end of it and quickly shoved it between them. At the base of his cock and against her clit. "Wh-what's tha-tha! Gnnng." She couldn't control the tremors of pleasure as they assaulted her body. Croc pounding inside her, and the dildo vibrating against her tortured clit. It was too much for her little body to take.

"Be a good girl and cum for me Catherina."

Interesting. That did the trick.

Her dams burst and her body trembled with the power of her orgasm. Catherina clung to her lover as if afraid she'd drown in her pleasure. The feeling of her clamping down around his cock and her body writhing against him took what little control he had left. Croc hissed under his breath and emptied his load inside her, into the condom. He continued to thrust into her until he finished riding his own orgasm and stopped seeing stars. The reptilian beast looked down at his prize and shared her lusty look of gratification. "Good girl." He grinned down at her, cocking his head to one side as he saw she was smiling up at him.

"Thank you for being so kind to me. I will be better next time Señor Croc."

"I'm sure you'll relax sooner. If you know what's good for you."

He meant for it to come out as a threat.

It actually came out via a chuckle that made Catherina beam up at him and giggle. Croc stared at the woman beneath him. She was so beautiful. The thought of any man forcing himself on was...wrong.

Then again, if they didn't, he wouldn't have gotten her into this position with him. Quite literally.

Just as he was about to pull out she leaned up and kissed his lips. But this time was different. Her lips were gentle and tender as they pressed against his.

It was a lover's kiss.

He'd never had a lover's kiss before.

Not that he'd ever tell her that.

"You kept your end of the bargain." He pulled out of her as gently as he could and pulled off the condom. "Are you sore?" he tied the end of it and chucked it into a waste bin by the bed side.

"A little." Catherina sat up and put her hands on her knees. She could already tell he was leaving. He put the dildo and condoms into her bedside draw and instructed her to keep them there. "I will be better next time."

"I know." He could hear the concern in her voice. But this was Killer Croc. He wasn't the touchy feely type. He'd gotten what he wanted and he wasn't staying for 'cuddles'. "How long until you'll have recovered?"

"I should be fine tomorrow." She nodded her head eagerly. She reached for him, but the colossal reptile pushed off the bed and started to gather his things. That led him to the living room for his clothes. Catherina got to her feet and pulled a short silky black dressing gown on. She gingerly followed him into her living room. "I'm off work tomorrow too."

"Good. Rest up." He cleared his throat, finished the conversation and quickly dressed.

"When will I see you again Señor Croc?"

"When I want to see you." He pulled his large raincoat on and placed his hat on his head.

"Soon?" Catherina took a big risk and side stepped in front of him. She wobbled, but managed to stand her ground. "I would like to see you soon."

"Catherina." He growled darkly at her. He wasn't going to repeat himself to her.

"Alright." She nodded and smiled at him sadly. "Thank you for everything you've done for me so far Señor Croc." She walked up to him and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek, but he held her shoulders and kept her at arm's distance.

"I'll be in touch." He released her and within seconds he was out the door and down the hall.

And that was it. he was just gone.