"You practically sound insatiable...", Waylon chuckled as he was trying to take some deep breaths. "Yeah, just give me a bit to reset. That... that was incredible...", he groaned with pleasure as she chuckled.
"Now I know how Mom felt right after she had been first treated...", Poppy chuckled. "Almost impossible to stop once started...".
Waylon replied, "And don't forget that your mom and mama had been lovers for years too...I am going to keep to that promise...No matter what, I will always protect you because I love you so much, Poppy...".
Poppy smiled lovingly, "You already are, Wally...We will do our best to take care of our parents, to protect our home, and Gotham...", and Waylon smiled, kissing her on the lips warmly.
They rested in their tangle of arms and legs for at least 15 minutes before they felt recovered, and with slight moans of pleasure, Waylon pulled out of her, and Poppy grabbed two robes, the main one and a backup from Waylon's bathroom, and covered themselves as Waylon took her hand, leaving Waylon's bedroom, after opening a window to let out the sex scent and air out the room.
They carefully took shortcuts, and ended up through the secret entrance down to the Batcave, with Poppy asking, "I see what you mean by soundproof, the caverns down here would work easily enough...Are you thinking of making love in my private gymnastics space? Because that's hot.", with a smirk.
Waylon replied, "Oh, believe me, that will happen another day as I want to take you against that balance beam or one of the mats, but that's not ideal for my Croc instincts...It's not far, I promise...".
Poppy nodded, "Okay.", curious to see what Waylon has in mind, following his lead, walking for quite a few minutes before they came into a cavern with a cave pool and soft earth, with a silver of moonlight through a small hole in the ceiling.
"Whoa...I didn't search this far ahead on my maps of exploring the caverns...How did you find this beautiful place?", Poppy asked, and Waylon blushed, "I...I may have asked Bruce hypothetically for a private thinking space and someplace to swim privately in my Croc form in case if the staff is working in the manor on the surface in case that I can't use the manor indoor or outdoor pools, and so he showed me this place, after telling me that it was due to an incident of running away after Thomas' funeral, wanting a place to grieve without staff or people looking at him with pity and all.".
"Wow... talk about some luck then finding it...", Poppy said. "I'm a bit surprised you didn't find it.", Waylon admitted.
"Well, I was younger before, Wally... and if I was down here, I didn't really feel like exploring... wouldn't have wanted to fall somewhere that I couldn't be reached. There are a few places where's it's a bit of a drop.", Poppy admitted.
Waylon nodded, "True...", before taking a deep breath, "Is it alright to you?", and Poppy smiled, "Wally, it's more than alright...It's perfect...".
She swayed in front of him, taking off her robe, and with a deep breath, changed and grew up to her Hulk form of 7 ft tall, and Waylon stared practically as he gave a deep, wild, husky growl, changing to his Croc form, "Gorgeous...", walking up to her, his dick already rising fast to full mast, the scent of her in full heat filling his nostrils...
Poppy shivered in delight and excitement, getting hot and turned on, seeing the glow of his eyes attractively hot as she felt like wanting him too, and whispered, "Thank you...You look glorious...Don't hold back anymore...".
Waylon, at her permission, took her up fast in his arms, his claws creating pleasurable trails down her back, kissing her passionately, and Poppy cried out in pleasure as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, moaning loudly at his dick rubbing fiercely against her crotch, going back and forth.
He walked then to the pond edge, and he growled lovingly yet desperately, "Don't freak out, okay?", and Poppy replied, "I won't...I love you, Wally...".
"I love you too, Poppy.", Waylon gave a purr, and stepped into the shallows backwards, while turning Poppy over in his arms, with her back to his chest, with his dick to the back of her vagina, submerging into the surprisingly average temperatures of the water, resting on the sand, with their shoulders and heads above the surface.
Poppy looked over her shoulder with a smile, "Good thing that you are a humanoid Croc...What are you going to do?", and Waylon huskily replied, "My Croc instincts are telling me to announce to the world with my bellows that you are mine, rub our scents together in the face, shoulders, on the back, and nuzzle tenderly with our snout/nose before I take you as my mate officially, claiming you forever...For the human part, I'm going to try to ravish you with my claws and lips while doing all of that...Is that still okay for you?".
"Sounds good to me though... hopefully, you don't mind if I get a bit aggressive.", Poppy said. "Feeling this empowered; it's kinda like a high and almost makes me want to kinda push things to their limits... like throwing you up and pinning you against a wall...".
Waylon growled lowly to her ear, "We can do that after this...you are damn so arousing...", before ravishing her soaked body with his claws, earning Poppy to moan loudly, glad for her nearly impregnatable gamma skin, hearing Waylon giving rumbling, high-pitched bellows, seeing the water tremble around them from the soundwaves of his bellows, faintly hearing the dogs howl in the Manor somewhere.
Poppy whimpered and moaned loudly in pleasure, "Wally!", as his claws sent waves of pleasure over her body, fondling her nipples and squeezing her ass, and then felt his chest touching her back, rubbing her skin as she returned the action, pressing back, not missing out to be involved in his Croc instincts, soon hearing him stop his bellows, and went to nuzzle and rub into her cheeks and hair from the side and behind, and she kept moaning and whimpering and gasping in pleasure, feeling more aroused by the minute, feeling his chest rumbling with growls and purrs against her back and spine, shivering in delight as she's happy that she's in the embrace of her Croc man, lasting for many several minutes.
"Feels so good...", Poppy moaned as she leaned into him. "Certainly quite gentle right now...", she said as Waylon chuckled. "Wanted to start things off a bit calm before it gets fairly out of control.", he told her as she smirked.
"Well, just don't go too crazy, remember, no real biting; wouldn't exactly be great if our first true night ended with me having to nurse a serious bite wound.", Poppy requested sternly.
Waylon replied, "I won't. But can I nibble at least?", and Poppy smiled, "Yes, you can...", before moaning and gasping in pleasure and surprise as Waylon immediately nibbled among her neck gently as he kept rubbing and clawing/ravishing her body including her vagina passionately, a compromise as Poppy soon found out several minutes later as she couldn't hold back, "Damn it, Wally, I need you in me now!".
Waylon growled and rumbled into her ear, "Say it...who do you want?", and Poppy pleaded, "You as my mate! I want you taking me hard and good! Damn it, I want to be your mate!", turning her head slightly to look at him desperately and lovingly and lusting.
"That's my perfect mate...Raise your ass now...", Waylon demanded passionately after kissing and nuzzling her face/nose, and Poppy obeyed him, feeling his claws intertwin into her hands in the water as he covered her immediately, and she shouted out in pleasure and surprise as she was taken in one straight thrust, hitting her G-spot, "OH! YES, WALLY!", as Waylon mated her, snarling, "POPPY!", increasing his wild pace of thrusts as their shouts and snarls of pleasure became screams and roars of pleasure, and if anyone was seeing this from a far distance, they would have thought it was two crocodiles in their mating moment in the water, due to the green colors of Waylon and Poppy.
What they had been doing before, prior to coming down into the caves, one would say it was passionate love; now, it was a very aggressive hour of almost nonstop hard fucking as the two of them just let go of any sort of aggression and little fear of harming the other and rocked with full strength almost.
The shallows of the pond splashed around the duo as Waylon took Poppy hard for half of that hour, thrusting and pounding into her, the roars and screams of pleasure echoing through the cavern, and then came together into a mind-blowing climax, with final roars of their names.
It was a quick few minutes of being filled up and recovering before Poppy spun around with him still inside her, and pounced up to her feet, and kissed him aggressively as she moved fast out of the water, and pinned him hard against the nearest wall, and rode him hard, screaming practically to the high heavens, being a bit controlling with one hand wrapped fairly strong around his neck as a way of asserting control into the last half of the hour.
Waylon himself was turned on, watching his mate ride him as he moaned and growled in pleasure, feeling her fingers pinning him, yet he didn't struggle, only asking here and there to plead, like right now, "Can I open my legs wider for you to ride me deeper?".
Poppy grinned, "That's my good mate...Open them wider...", and he did so, and he gave a deep groan of pleasure as she rode him deeper, hearing her scream in pleasure, "Oh, fuck, yes!", making Waylon even more turned on, realizing that he is damn close to coming after a few minutes...
"Poppy, my gorgeous mate, can I make you come? I'm so damn hard, throbbing so bad...", Waylon pleaded, and Poppy looked at him with an eyebrow, "Is that right? Tell me if you want me to let go now...".
Waylon looked at her desperately and lovingly, "Please!", and Poppy purred, "Very good.", before releasing her hold on his neck and chest, and Waylon then growled, his claws clenching aggressively into her hips, wrapping around her waist with his legs, bringing her closer as he then thrusted passionately, kissing her on the lips.
They both cried out in great pleasure as Waylon released himself inside her once more while Poppy reached yet another orgasm before the two of them just couldn't stay up anymore and collapsed into the pond. Poppy had to flounder around for a moment just to keep herself from having her head submerged in the water before she started to pant and rolled over onto Waylon's chest.
"God, that... that was insane...", Waylon moaned as Poppy gave a light chuckle while still panting. "I know... just... that is some gamma powered sex, no doubt about it... feels almost like an addiction.", she said.
Waylon exhaled deeply as he held her lovingly, "I think I wouldn't mind some gamma powered sex to satisfy my Croc instincts for at least a week in case if it's the mating season for me, but like every other day to give you a break...Are you really sore?".
Poppy chuckled, "Yes, but it's the good kind of sore...I think you might need to carry me back upstairs, in my bed this time, for some needed sleep together, and now, I'm exhausted, but that was the most perfect night I ever had...Thank you, Wally...", kissing him on the cheek.
Waylon smiled happily, "You're very much welcome, and I can't believe that I had the most amazing and incredible night with you...I love you, Penelope Kel Wayne...", and Poppy smiled warmly, "I love you too, Waylon Jones.".
They rested like that for a few minutes before Waylon pulled out gently again, and shrank back to their normal selves, picking up their robes and donning them on, holding hands as they left their new favorite place, and went back through the Batcave, up to the Manor, and into Poppy's bedroom, closing the curtains, and cuddled into the bed with content sighs, the blankets over themselves after removing their robes, exhausted.
Morning seemed to come quickly as Waylon groaned sleepily with the sun in his face, and opened his eyes, blinking before recognizing Poppy's room, and for a brief moment, he panicked like any normal teenager before landing his eyes on his beloved girlfriend and mate, and everything came back to him as he recalled, and sighed with a smile, falling in love with Poppy even more as she looks beautiful with her hair all mussed up and nude against him.
He caressed her strands, moving a couple over her ear lovingly, amazed that he, for the first time, is waking up to her visage, realizing why the routine of waking up to loved ones for Martha and his father was important, because it gave them a future to look forward for...
He's going to have a future with Poppy, to protect their family, to look after Gotham, and to be always there for her, having a home and children with her...His eyes widened as his blood ran cold, realizing that he was so bent up to come, not just one, not two, but three times inside her...with everything going crazy from the resurrection, the machine, the escape, the plane, mourning Kel, and making plans for Thomas' coma spell that will start today, and the Gotham spell last night, all of yesterday, they didn't think clearly...
Yet as he thought more about it, he never had plans and wasn't stocked with condoms because he forever thought Poppy was to be young for a long time yet, and Poppy, she never clearly thought about birth control...And with the changes into Croc and Hulk forms, the size and girth would have destroyed the condoms and the gamma energy possibly destroying the birth control pill..."I'm so dead...".
Poppy's voice startled him, "What are you talking about, Wally? You're not dead...I'm looking at you the last few minutes...Your brain was whirring like cogs that I can practically hear...", as he glanced over to see her looking at him lovingly and sleepily.
"Sorry... didn't know you were up...", Waylon said as she yawned and stretched. "Man, I haven't slept that good in for ages... Of course, good idea we get the rest and all; need to be sharp for today as we have to pose for our 'escape' and such.", Poppy said.
"Oh, right... that... ", Waylon mumbled. "Does it have to be that way? Couldn't have we just took a vacation without anyone really knowing and just came back?", he suggested as Poppy gave him a bit of a look.
"What brought this all on? I thought we had at least gotten everything sorted out about the 'story' when we got back. Is something wrong?", Poppy asked.
"I...Do...do you remember the reveal about Ranbir's plan and Martha telling us?", Waylon asked softly, and Poppy huffed sharply, "How could I forget? If Ranbir wasn't killed by Talia, I would have gladly snapped his legs, for pushing us into a situation we didn't need because of that...that vision of a chosen child, our child they wanted!", before her eyes widened at him, "Wait...are...are you having regrets?".
"No, I would never have regrets because of those amazing, incredible moments with you last night...I just...I know the League is dead, thanks to Fate and Dorji's account by spirit contact yesterday after the rescue in the plane, but...you're 17...and what if there are...other people? I can't help but to think that what if the Mad Hatter went for the live action version, and took women 17 years old and such like the movie, to be Alices, including you? He would have hurt you...our child/ren if you gave birth in his warehouse...He would...", Waylon replied, looking down with a growl.
"Wally, please, don't think that.", Poppy told him. "It's not something to think about. That creep is in Arkham; he won't be hurting another girl and especially not me... he tries anything, I'll snap him like a twig when I go mean and green.", she smirked as Waylon sighed while giving a small nod.
"Okay, fair, fair enough, you, of all people, can handle yourself... but... sorry, my mind and what I said before... We're too young to be parents.", Waylon said. "And I fear I may have gotten you pregnant.".
Poppy exhaled deeply as she glanced at her belly, and it was possible that with her gamma genes and the fact that sperm can be fast from 12 hours to 24 hours, perhaps faster than usual due to Waylon's mutated DNA, and of course, Croc instincts, she may be currently becoming pregnant or became pregnant already.
She then looked up to him, her beloved boyfriend and mate, "If I am, we do have a family who loves us and will support us in this...However, for the rest of the week to satisfy your Croc instincts for a mating season just in case, you need to focus on pulling out before you release as I want it too especially after all the stress of this whole terrifying and crazy past week...But we can't still forget that last night could have been only the first and last time a child/ren is conceived with so much you gave me until we're ready later on the topic of raising children and much older...I love you, Waylon Jones...No matter what happens, we got each other, eh?", with a small, loving smile.