"You alright, Mom?", Poppy asked her as Martha was staring at the picture, "Yes and no... it's sort of like when Thomas was killed. I had to control my emotions a few times that night... I didn't really have a chance to just cry as much as I wanted until I finally got home... and then I had Kel who was kinda supporting me as we were kinda learning of each other.".
Thomas squeezed her hand, "And I have never been prouder and more relieved than for Kel to be there for you, Martha...That was when I realized that she may have been more than just a simple she-hulk, and I am glad I saw everything ever since, for if it wasn't for you, she would never have bloomed into an incredible woman, a wonderful mother, and a compassionate lover, next to being the first She-Hulk...Gotham wouldn't know the truth, but we do...And we will honor her wish to keep protecting Gotham and take care of our family as she wanted...She will always be Kel Emerald Wayne, and the first Gamma Guardian of Gotham.", with a sad, loving smile.
Martha gave a sob along with a tearful smile, and loudly wept as she buried her face into Thomas' chest, and everybody bowed their heads in respect and tears, and then somehow, they felt a breeze, a breeze of sweet grass and pine trees, two scents Kel loved, blowing gently around them in caressing hugs and a lingering touch of a kiss on Thomas and Martha's lips, before the breeze was gone.
"Was that...?", Martha whispered as she teared up. "She was right... she really was right...", Thomas muttered as he quickly wrapped his arms around Martha tightly as he teared up as well.
Martha knew what he meant, and she whispered, "Yes...She truly has a pure soul like she always wished for...She's at peace now, Thomas...", as they held each other tightly with small, happy smiles, crying silently as the others politely left to give the couple privacy.
The couple spent a bit before leaving the Batcave, with Bruce and the others having already shut off the Batcomputer and all, and so, went to their separate accommodations, with Thomas and Martha exhausted and just content to cuddle and sleep with each other in their beloved master bedroom, with Alfred happily ravishing and snuggling with his fiancée in his bedroom officially, with Bruce sleeping with company of the dogs as Poppy had ordered them out of Waylon's bedroom down from the family wing.
Poppy nervously yet excitedly sat on Waylon's bed as she watched him close the blinds and such on the balcony doors, discovering that the heaven-sent gift of Caroline's chimes is gone, probably because Caroline and Jane are alive again, with only the bedside lamps on, no need for the room ceiling lights.
Poppy played with her hair, "Is it weird that I'm even more nervous than I was, when we revealed ourselves and pleasured each other?", glancing at Waylon who just finished with the last window's blinds, closing them.
"No, not entirely... though, strange it's you being the nervous one... I'm honestly feeling a bit... comfortable.", Waylon said as she gave a small smile.
"Well, that's nice to hear; makes me feel a bit better than if you're not nervous... that calms me down.", Poppy said before she slowly started to peel her socks off of her feet while Waylon finished and turned around. She gave a smirk as he stood there practically staring. "Oh, Wally... you never told me that you're the type of guy that likes his girl's feet.", she teased as she leaned back.
Waylon exhaled, "I...I couldn't help watching you when you do gymnastics on those beautiful feet, it's so astounding that you could balance on them so incredibly well, on the balance beam, the swings, the poles, and the spins...", coming closer.
"Let me guess, you sort of lied to Bruce when he noticed you watching me?", Poppy smiled, and Waylon blushed, "He thought it was the leotard, which was truly, honestly attractively cute on you when you were younger before this week...Now, I can say that you shall be beautiful when you go do it as your new self...Attractively beautiful, that is...", looking at her with a intense, adoring expression on his face.
Poppy gave a small snort as she couldn't help finding Waylon's little kink about her charming; certainly something she could have some fun with. "Please, Wally, don't be shy with me...", Poppy gave a little smirk. "Don't act like you're having to be subtle or phrase things in a better way as if Bruce was around.".
"Okay...", Waylon sighed. "It's a bit of a part with the croc instincts but I want to ravish you so bad... to play with practically every inch of your body...".
"With a bit of emphasis on my feet?", Poppy wiggled her toes with a look on her face that read that she practically had her lover on a string to play with however she wished. Of course, unlike say if someone like Talia was holding the strings, she wouldn't win over Poppy for Poppy loved Waylon so passionately.
Waylon's heart raced as he breathed, "You're as wry as you're brilliant, Poppy...", standing over her with his arms between her legs, and then reached down to take her feet in his hands, caressing and massaging her toes and sole while his lips moved to kiss the top of her feet.
Poppy gasped as she mewed and moaned in pleasure, "Wally...That feels so nice, don't stop until you did every inch of my feet...Been ages since I had a massage, and not even those massage chairs would compare to this...", as she tried not to squirm, loving the kneading action of his hands and stunned at the feel of his lips ravishing the top of her feet, from the knuckles of her toes to her ankles, watching him as she leaned back.
"How far you want me to go?", Waylon asked as he briefly paused, "Pepper them with kisses or would you prefer a bit more... naughtier?". She practically felt a chill of pleasure through her spine upon hearing him ask that.
"Go all the way, Wally... I want you to practically worship them.", Poppy moaned. "If you're alright with that...", she quickly added; a bit worried if maybe she was taking Waylon's fetish a bit too far for his liking. She got her answer when she felt his tongue press slowly against the bottom of her foot, up from the arch of her foot right to her toes.
Poppy moaned and mewed in pleasure as Waylon smiled at her over her foot and kept massaging and caressing and kissing and licking each foot for several minutes as he held them reverently, moving into the bed to rest on his knees.
Poppy was amazed by the strength of his hands and the dexterity of his tongue, and saw that she was close to the sweet spot of his knees, and took a deep breath, and then moved her right foot while Waylon was distracted with her left foot, and then using her agile gymnastics skill of her foot, she went to play with his hidden rod in his trousers like a footjob.
"Fuck, Poppy...", Waylon moaned as Poppy chuckled. "Oh, sorry, does my foot make you very more sensitive down there? Shouldn't have let me know that...", she teased as she continued to rub against his dick. One of his hands quickly went straight to her crotch and rubbed against her pants as she gave out a loud moan.
Waylon gave a low husky groan as Poppy didn't even stop rubbing her foot against his hidden dick, waking it up slowly, part of his Croc instincts glowing in his eyes as he rubbed his hand against her crotch in her pants faster, with his hand raising her other foot to his lips, taking her toes in his mouth like her nipples, suckling.
Poppy moaned so loudly, "Fuck, Wally!", as pleasure washed over her like waves from both the friction in her crotch and the sensation of her toes for the next several minutes, and the angle of her legs made it even more incredible for it wasn't long until she gave out her first orgasm, yelling out in pleasure, "Yes, Wally!", panting heavily as he gently let down her foot, and her other foot letting off his rising dick.
Waylon growled softly, "May I please rip your clothes off, like last time?", as Poppy saw the glow in his eyes, seeing that what he said about part of his Croc instincts wanting to ravish her in every inch of her body, and she shivered in pleasure and delight, "You don't have to ask, Wally, do it.".
Waylon chuckled, "I'm guessing that we'll probably be going through quite a number of outfits for some time...", with a slightly sheepish grin.
"Oh, you get hot and bothered by that too?", Poppy smirked. "Won't lie... when I turned... feeling my clothes constrain against my body as I grew out of them... it was like a rush of pleasure feeling them tear apart against me. Similar as when you were ripping them off of me.".
"Yeah... I kinda get that feeling as well; feels so... empowering...", Waylon replied with a purring hum. Poppy grinned, "What are you waiting for?".
Waylon smiled, kissed her passionately as he covered her, his hands slightly changing into claws, going around her and in front of her, shredding and ripping her clothes as she moaned and gasped out in pleasure, her hands scrambling to get his clothes off, using part of her Hulk strength to break and rip them open from him as well.
Waylon growled lusting yet lovingly, "So damn beautiful...You're going to be mine...Sorry about the Croc instincts...", as Poppy caressed his cheeks, "Don't be, as long as you have some control while you're human, I don't mind at all of you intending to make sure that I belong to you both on the outside and on the inside...I wasn't stupid when I saw the dogs looking between you and me when they smelled the scents on us...Ravish me from bottom to top, Wally, scent-mark me...I'm all yours...".
"Of course...", Waylon said. "Just don't expect a love bite or anything... rather not risk that...", he chuckled as Poppy blushed, "Yeah; let's not experiment in that way to see which is stronger, your teeth or my skin... in any form...".
Waylon nodded, and shuffled backwards, gently picking up one of Poppy's legs and went to ravish it from ankle to hip slowly with his lips and tongue and trailing fingers that sent waves of pleasure, making her blood boil hot with arousal, as Poppy moaned, gasped and mewed in pleasure, "Wally...Yes...", her fingers clenching into the sheets.
It took a long hour and half for Waylon to ravish and scent-mark Poppy's body every inch from front to back, from bottom to top, to please his Croc instincts for the time being, and enough to send Poppy into her second orgasm after Waylon pleasured her breasts and her crotch with his hands, lips and tongue.
Poppy breathed in awe and almost nervous excitement as she watched Waylon embellish his dick with her orgasm juices, all hot and turned on by the sight of it, "It may be smaller, less glorious than your Croc dick, but it doesn't lack in being perfect by human proportions...And before you ask, I know you will fit me...I know you don't want to hurt me, but it will hurt when you break it. I trust you, and I love you, Waylon Jones.", with a reassuring smile.
"I love you too, Penelope Wayne...", Waylon smiled as he lined himself up. "Alright, I'm going to enter, okay?", looking at her lovingly and gently. "Do it...", Poppy whispered before one small thrust of his waist came as she loudly moaned as she felt him enter inside her.
Waylon moaned in surprise and pleasure as he felt her squeezing him, like testing him as he fought against his Croc instincts partly, "So perfectly warm and tight...", as Poppy loudly moaned with every little increase of him entering deeper into her, pleasure shooting through her, "You fit me so good...".
A few minutes later, Waylon paused at her hymn wall, and Poppy reached to caress into his shoulders, taking a deep breath as she looked into her beloved Waylon's eyes, thoroughly human with a glinting flash of gold, showing that his Croc instincts are restrained yet jumping in anticipation, whispering, "I'm ready...I know I said I want sweet and gentle, but what do you want? Maybe we can compromise on this part...".
"it's up to you, Poppy; I... I would very much like to perhaps got a bit more... wild after all the gentleness we have done but I don't want to put you at any risk or hurt you. So, what would you suggest?", Waylon whispered.
"Just... be slow right now when you break it and give me a few minutes to get through it... once it starts feeling good again... you can go wild if you wish. I can take it.", Poppy smiled. She was right; if worse came to worse, she could easily turn into her Hulk form to make sure not to have any issues if Waylon was going too far than she thought she could take.
Waylon nodded, "Okay.", kissing her on the lips, caressing her hips, feeling her hands brush through his hair, and then settled into his shoulders, seeing her relaxed, and he took a deep breath before he started to move forward, slowly.
Poppy could practically feel the pressure pushing against her wall as Waylon was trying as gently as possible to break it. Part of her wondered if it was part of her gamma genes that was making it stronger than it would for mostly any woman. "Come on, Wally... a bit more force into it... I think my genes are being a bit detrimental at the moment.", Poppy said.
Waylon exhaled, "Alright...", moving his hips back slightly, and then pushed through the wall with a bit more force as Poppy clenched her nails into his shoulders, giving out a sharp cry out in pain, and Waylon immediately paused, kissing her tears away with a hand off her hip to caress her cheek, whispering, "It's okay, Poppy...I'm here.", his heart clenching momentarily, hating to see her hurting.
Poppy took a few deep breaths as she took a few minutes to get through the pain, her heart leaping in love for her beloved Waylon to reassure her and being patient for her, and after the pain vanished away, she nodded, "You can move now...I'm better now...".
Waylon sighed in relief, nodding as he then started to move, letting go of his Croc instincts a bit, but not all the way as he embraced her, his hands caressing and sending waves of pleasure through her body, his thrusts becoming bold and a bit wild.
Poppy gasped and moaned so loudly in pleasure as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, "Yes, Wally! Don't stop!", and Waylon obeyed her, moving deeper into her, groaning and growling in pleasure as she squeezed him through his thrusts, lasting for several minutes.
Waylon was in heaven, stunned that he's making love to his true love, his girlfriend, his mate, and his Croc instincts were roaring in joy yet still so much desire to claim her as official mates in Croc form, and he barely managed to compromise, wanting to hear more out of her.
"You're so damn tight and perfect, Poppy! You want to be naughty a bit?", Waylon purred and growled huskily which sent shivers of delight and pleasure down Poppy's spine, and she pleaded, "Yes! Damn it, do it!".
Waylon smirked as his hands squeezed and smacked her ass, thrusting harder at the same time, and Poppy cried out in pleasure, "Oh, right there! Don't stop!", realizing that he found her G-spot, and Waylon grinned as he didn't stop, switching between her fantastic buttocks in squeezing and smacking, while hitting her G-spot over and over, still restraining his Croc instincts.
This went for another several minutes before Poppy pleaded, "Oh, god, I'm going to come! Blow in me, Wally, I'm so damn close!", and Waylon growled dominatingly, "You are all mine...My beautiful gymnast...", feeling the same as he felt so hard and primed to release.
"Yes, I'm all yours, my gorgeous hunk!", Poppy cried out in pleasure, and Waylon gave a few more thrusts before he shouted, "Poppy!", as he came, and at the same time, Poppy shouted, "Wally!", as she came, squeezing him, feeling filled up of his seed for the first time.
Waves of pleasure in the post-climax came through them as they collapsed, panting and smiling, recovering slowly as he didn't pull out just yet, with Poppy caressing his sweaty chest, "That...that was amazing...I have no complaints here...Give me a few minutes, and then I'm good for the second round in your ideal place...that is, if you aren't exhausted yet?", with a sultry grin, not blind to see that Waylon had held back somewhat with his Croc instincts, and they must be screaming at him because she must be smelling like very aroused, at the prime of her heat.