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Snapped Opportunities

Summary: A chance of a lifetime presents itself. Being given access to two pokemon celebrities to snap as many pictures as desired. Julia is more than happy to take this opportunity, but the location is odd. Why a hotel? As the shoot progresses, Julia can't help but notice the looks she's getting, the way that the pair are posing just for her, and beckoning her. What has she gotten herself into?

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Pokemon athletics and performance art were wildly popular. Sure, people loved to watch the sparks fly quite literally sometimes in battles, but pageantry and team dynamics were becoming more and more widespread. Contests had been around for quite some time, but now they were bigger, now they were wilder with performances that astounded millions across the pokemon world. And that was exactly why Julia had gotten up today, not because she was going to enjoy one of these events or even participate, but because she had a job to do. Her boss managed a magazine that followed these events all across different regions and one of the most difficult aspects of the job were the interviews, and what went hand in hand with that were the photographs. Pokemon could be captured through photography in their natural environments easily enough so long as you didn’t mind a bit of possible harm, and during such contests and competitions they were open to it as well, but having the stars and being able to pose them any way you wanted was another story entirely. Julia’s boss, that absolute mad genius, had gotten her the opportunity of a lifetime. Kander the lucario and Bale the cinderace were contest pokemon of the highest caliber. They were sporty types but mostly did beauty contests and performances. Together, they had soared in popularity in multiple regions and were quickly growing in popularity in others as well. It was these two pokemon that she had been given the opportunity to photograph and meet face to face! However, she wasn’t quite sure about the location. A tall and ritzy-looking hotel wasn’t exactly a studio, or anywhere related to contests. Julia stood outside while rubbing her chin unsure if she was in the right place. She was an olive-skinned shutterbug wearing a tank top and shorts with a jacket draped over her shoulders, and a camera slung around her neck ready to catch anything she thought looked interesting. She ran a hand through short, curly, black hair and checked the notes on her phone with hazel eyes. The address was right, but it didn’t feel right to have the shoot take place here, and so she called her boss just in case.

One ring was all it took for her boss to answer, his voice booming from the other side, “Talk to me Julia, what’s up?”

Julia winced but smiled as she spoke her piece, “Got the address right, but it looks like it took me to a hotel, is that where we’re meeting?”

Her boss clucked his tongue on the other end, “That’s right. Manager said that the pokemon would feel more comfortable there.”

She blinked and tilted her head, “Manager? Do you mean, trainer? I mean, I guess a pokemon could have a manager.”

“Manager.” Her boss repeated before explaining, “Those pokemon are near wild and they apparently never get into a pokeball, not even the ones they allowed themselves to be captured with. Their manager handles most of the business end of the stuff while making sure the two stars are happy enough. A hotel is what they asked for, and well, it’ll be just you and those pokemon. And get this, yeah? They told me to give you as much time as you needed with them! No extra charge or anything, so that means this literally is your big payday, and your way to get in. Think about it, these pokemon recognize you, like the way you do your work aaaand—”

Julia’s eyes sparkled as she finished the statement, “And I get requested, or even hired on commission and I’m the first served out of any other shutterbug!”

“Damn right!” Huffed her boss before he muttered, “You’re welcome. Now, go get ‘em and make me proud.”

The call ended and she stuffed her phone away in a pocket before letting out a puff of breath that had her coughing. When she stopped her choking, she bumbled her way through the fancy double doors and stepped into another world. The hotel had looked expensive on the outside, and on the inside, it looked even more so. Velvet carpets lined the floor, and gold or golden-colored rails lead to a second floor where elevators awaited to take people higher into the tower of opulence. She wandered around while gawking at every little thing in sight until she bumped into what felt like a brick wall. As she turned and adjusted her shaken glasses, she realized that it was in fact just a very tall man.

“May I help you?” He asked with all the tones of a man who is very, very displeased to see a stain under a magnifying lens on his shirt.

Julia smiled as innocently as she could before addressing the kind man, “Hello, sir. I have an appointment here with ah, two pokemon. They should have checked in with their manager and are awaiting a photographer?”

The well-dressed, and very strong-looking man frowned before departing behind a desk. He muttered to a few other individuals before coming back slowly with a card. As he handed her the card, the man spoke plainly, “The room number and floor are on the card. Have a nice day.”

She watched as he walked away before rolling her eyes. Instead of worrying about annoying the hotel staff, she focused on the numbers on the card telling her to head up to the top floor. A suite? They had bought out a premium suite for this? If only she had that type of money to splurge. Ah well, at least it would make a nice backdrop for photos. Maybe she could even get them to dress up. As her legs began to carry her to the elevators, she realized with a little frown that she wouldn’t exactly be able to talk to pokemon. The communication aspect might be a little bit strained, and yet, hadn’t she worked with pokemon before? Yeah, she had. They could have minds of their own, and more than that, they were smart enough to have minds of their own. Little hand signals and vocalizations in a negative or positive tone usually helped with understanding what they wanted or meant, and sometimes it was surprisingly easy to work with them. No, she was just psyching herself out. Her glasses tipped a little as the elevator started, her focus back on the real world where she had pressed the button to head all the way to the top. No way she was gonna back out of this now.

The premium suite was something that Julia hadn’t really thought she’d be seeing herself in this lifetime. It started with a massive room with a couch, television, and everything. To her, it looked more like the living room of a very expensive apartment complete with a fully stocked kitchen on the side behind what appeared to be a bar. She peered through one of the doorways and saw a long hot tub awaiting looking like a miniature pool, and somewhere else she was certain there would be a bathroom too. While Julia looked around all over with curious eyes, she didn’t realize that the stars of her photoshoot stepped in from the balcony. She froze in place when she heard a sliding door shut, and turned slowly to see the cinderace and lucario standing there.

Kander was the lucario with his arms crossed and a small frown on his face. His fur was the typical blue and black, but hued a bit darker in places and with much more definition than she was used to seeing on a lucario. Curls and fluff were abound on his body with less of a round to the spot where his thighs met his calves. Bright golden eyes watched her with more intensity than she had been expecting, and if it weren’t for his partner then she might’ve felt a bit intimidated. Bale the cinderace bounded toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist before picking her up and spinning her around sending the room flying for a second before she was set down giving her an opportunity to get a good look at him. His eyes were bright rubies, and his fur had a bit more scruff than what she was used to seeing, but what was most noticeable about him was that his fur was nearly entirely snow-colored besides a touch of red at the toes. Oddly, she had seen them wearing outfits in magazines and shows often enough that it felt like she had walked in on them naked right now.

Clearing her throat, she clasped her camera and held it up slowly while introducing herself, “Uhm, hello. Sorry about coming in unannounced. The uh, guy at the lobby gave me a card so I figured I should just come on in. I’m your photographer.”

Bale took one of her hands and shook it with a big smile on his face in a clear greeting before he slapped and swatted his friend’s shoulder from the back urging Kander forward.

Kander looked at her with the same serious expression before shrugging, taking her hand gently to his mouth to plant a kiss over the top of it.

The cinderace bounded away with a grin for a few seconds before returning with a phone in hand, spinning her again before holding her in place with an arm around her shoulders, posing her for a selfie. At this point, her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide. She hadn’t expected them to just hit her with all of that at once, and certainly hadn’t expected the kiss on the hand. Neither did she expect a kiss on the cheek from Bale which seemingly served as thanks for the selfie. He hummed along and stood next to Kander with an arm around his partner’s shoulders, the other hand held up with digits forming the shape of a v.

Realizing that her opportunity began right now, she flicked her camera on and brought it up, stepping back just enough and making sure every setting was just right before snapping a picture. She was suddenly brought along on a speedy impromptu photoshoot right from the get-go. They posed by the balcony and on the balcony with their faces toward the wind, with their strong bodies on display. She even got prodded into taking a few pictures by the hot tub, and a few of them she wasn’t sure she could use. It was often Bale ruining the picture in one way or another, but earning a smile from her. He would lean in to kiss his partner on the cheek, make a silly face, or on occasion take a pose that seemed a little too sensual for her publication. Kander seemed to be taking this much more seriously, and she couldn’t help but giggle a bit as Bale kissed him for one picture right on the lips earning an irritated bark afterward. These didn’t have to be perfect. There was software for making them look better, and the fact that she could get the pictures at all alone was enough to make her gush. On occasion, she was pulled into frame for a selfie taken on Bale’s phone. Julia got a taste of his teasing as he continued to do things that embarrassed her in the middle of these selfies. His face pressed to her neck, his mouth pecking her cheek. These were things that would make her blush and feel strange if another human did it, and yet, she had to admit that her reaction wasn’t much different complete with a weird fluttering in her chest. These were celebrities, that was why, that was all. She didn’t actually think the cinderace teasing her was hot or anything, well, maybe just a bit. Honestly, the more time she spent around them, the more she couldn’t help but really take in the details of their bodies. Bale had a bit more rounding to his form in places, but anytime he held her she could feel the definition of his trained body squeezing onto her. Meanwhile, Kander looked sleeker, more toned, and lithe as if he were on a strict diet. Either way, both of them looked fantastic.

After she had plenty of pictures to choose from, the cinderace took her gently by one arm and tugged her through a few doors until they reached the bedroom. Big, just as she had figured it would be with a bed fit for more than just two people in the middle. It even had a closet that the cinderace opened to show that it was full of outfits. She had as much time to spend with them as she wanted, as much time to get pictures that could be used for future issues, and more. Eyes full of stars, she grinned and held her camera up as the cinderace plucked a few outfits from the closet and yanked them out while Kander simply shook his head. They dressed as athletes, as fancy gentlemen from another world, as pirates, and much much more. On occasion, she felt something odd from the way that Bale in particular was moving. Whenever he stripped he seemed to curve his body in ways toward her, seemed to move in a manner that suggested that he was posing for her in amorous ways. She tried to write it off at first, but he got Kander in on it as well. The outfits used also showed a little bit more, chaps and speedos, pieces of gear that were open at the crotch, and the back giving her a full view of every little detail.

At some point, she needed to turn away to breathe in deeply, to push the thoughts down in her mind that she had somehow become hopelessly attracted to these two pokemon. When she turned back to continue the photoshoot, her face only continued to redden. Both of them laid on the bed with one leg each in the air, heavy balls pointed toward her. Julia’s glasses fogged as she felt the steam pouring out of her ears, her eyes averting for a few moments before she looked back to see them in another pose. They sat together, arms wrapped around each other, hands covering their laps where the most important parts were, and while it was a bit more chaste than the other pose, the half-lidded stares she was getting did not feel chaste at all. She gulped and snapped a picture, hopping as the sound of the shutter clicked, surprising herself. Right, maybe she would just save that one for a personal collection.

After the shutter went off, the cinderace hopped up off the bed with a big grin while Kander remained sitting on the bed shaking his head. Bale approached her, and as her camera lowered he moved around her back to grasp onto her jacket. She opened her mouth to ask if there was anything that she could help with, but he simply spread her jacket open a bit more before reaching in to grasp her breasts through her tank top. Julia’s eyes widened, her heart racing as spots of red turned into a full flush across her face. The cinderace chuckled with his chin on her shoulder, his mouth moving to plant little kisses along her neck while she fought with every response rocketing through her mind. Julia wasn’t a stupid girl, she could put two and two together. They had wanted a photographer for photos, yes, that much was true, but what type of star would book one for as long as the photographer wanted? The hotel room as well was an odd setting, and though it got harder to think as those soft digits slipped through the neck of her tank top, she realized that she had been brought in as a toy for these pokemon.

Her legs began to shake as she opened her mouth to express her concerns, “Listen, boys, I just don’t really know if I’m the right gal for this. I mean, you could get someone much better than me, and you know, maybe someone who is a pokemon.”

Julia’s words were punctuated with a squeak as the cinderace yanked the straps of her tank top to the side and pulled it down along with the bra hard enough to let her breasts out into the open. Kander had mostly been looking away at this point and looking grumpy. She figured that he wasn’t in on this and was more annoyed than anything else to have this little shutterbug as a toy when he could have anyone he wanted, but after her breasts were exposed, he got up and rumbled while staring at her. His digits started at both of her nipples, thumbs brushing along them before he cupped her breasts. He tugged on one of her nipples and she doubled over while letting out an errant moan, the heat in her cheeks skyrocketing as she heard the cinderace behind her chuckling. The lucario’s hands moved to her sides, claws pressed through her top before drawing downward and dragging along the plump curves of her body to the hips where they tugged her shirt up.

Shaking from all of the attention, she could do nothing as they began to strip her down. The cinderace began by licking her neck, biting down for one second as if to signal the change in mood. Gentle hands removed her camera and set it down somewhere before they returned to yank her jacket away. Firm and rough digits brought her shirt up slowly, her arms rising to just let them do whatever they wanted as both her bra and top were discarded. Those rough fingers moved to her chest, squeezing and kneading gingerly while the cinderace grasped her rear. A tongue dragged along her chest to the nipple before fangs closed onto her breast, but did not bite down. The presence of those fangs was enough to make her shiver. Her legs buckled as fingers slipped through her shorts to curve and arch inside of her, two of them twisting within causing her to double forward before being dragged back. A gasp escaped her, the cinderace’s digits looping through her hair to tug her back far enough to let him bite her neck again hard. At the same time, the lucario’s tongue was brushing along her chest, lapping away constantly with a gentle rhythm. The mixture of rough and sweet had her mind swirling, had her legs shaking violently while her insides were toyed with. She wasn’t sure what to make of this, but at the moment she didn’t seem to care. It felt good to be toyed with in this manner, felt good to surrender herself to the whims of these two creatures surrounding her. They were much stronger than her, and whatever concerns she might’ve had were brushed aside by their movements teasing arousal and desire out of her to replace those doubts.

Despite her willingness to participate in this carnal action growing, all at once, it stopped. The soreness of having her hair being yanked, the tongue at her chest, the fingers deep inside of her; all of that went away in a moment. A line of drool fell from the side of her mouth as she worked to steady herself without the support of those pokemon celebrities. With shaky digits, she pushed her glasses up to see that they had moved away from her. Kander sat on the bed with his knees spread enough that his primal shaft was clearly visible. Bale sat next to the lucario with one leg drawn up on the bed, a similar shape of cock rising from under his crotch. Both of them were massive, and both of them were staring at her with glowing eyes full of lust. Was this her choice now? How could she just turn away after all of that? Arousal pulsed in her body, her insides feeling so empty now that the cinderace’s fingers were gone. She needed this too.

Julia took her glasses off and found a safe little corner to stuff them in before stepping out of her boots and socks. She trembled as she hooked her digits through her shorts and underwear before tugging them down all in one go. When she turned to look at the pokemon again, she saw that Bale had the same bright smile, but one of his hands prodded the air toward the floor with a single claw. Quiet and commanding, barely needing to push her. She might have felt insulted if it weren’t for the fact that she was so willing to throw herself into this moment. Getting the message, she got down on her knees before everything began again.

Kander got up and touched her cheek gently to lead her to turn on her knees away from the bed, her eyes following his thick cock pointed right at her face. She thought of reaching up to grasp him in her hand, to start exploring of her own will, but strong legs were draped over her shoulders, heat pressed along the back of her head. Digits curled through her hair, tugging her head back so she could feel the girth of the cinderace’s cock against her cheek, and so she could see his smirk. He peered down at her while dragging a foot along her thigh and up just above her chest where he hooked his calf under her chin and squeezed her against his thigh. The pressure continued to increase until she felt smothered by that heat and mass surrounding her. At this moment, she could get a good look at both pokemon. They were larger than she remembered, strong and stout bodies honed by competition waiting to ravage her.

The tip of the lucario’s shaft was pressed against her lips, her mouth opening as Bale’s leg squeezed around her neck just a bit harder. Kander eased his shaft inside her mouth against her tongue, Julia breathing out over that massive thing as it inched closer and closer to her throat. As he dipped his cock deeper into her mouth, the leg around her neck loosened its hold allowing her to seal her lips over the primal shaft waiting for her attention. Before she could get too comfortable, her head was thrust forward by the hand on her hair, a gag escaping her, her entire body shuddering as a muffled moan shook from her lips. The pair of pokemon looked at one another before peering down at her, Bale grinning madly with his chin resting in both hands. Kander shook almost as much as she did, his hands slowly moving over her head to take her hair into his grip. He continued to stare at her, not pushing, not shoving for his turn but seemingly waiting for her permission.

How could she give permission for such a thing? That little spot of pain had sent ripples through her body, signals in her mind firing to let her know that she was about to be dominated. The leg still curled near her neck, the touch of his foot along her body as he had moved into position, and even the gentle hold of the lucario with his hands on her head waiting to fuck her throat. These things brought out such hunger in her. Julia didn’t get many chances to have sex, or to enjoy herself because she mostly kept her focus on her work, but now, now she didn’t have any choice but to accept pleasure and pain unending, and so she looked toward the lucario with a hazy gaze and nodded as much as she could.

With that nod, the leg around her neck loosened entirely, the cinderace resting his feet at her shoulders as he scooted back and watched his friend with a big smile. At that moment, Kander let loose. The gentleness and sweetness broke away into a feral hunger as he growled and began dragging her head toward his crotch. Each tug brought another gag to her throat until she was forced to get used to it until her nose was shoved against the fur of his crotch. He used her throat like a toy, thrusting and pounding inside fast enough that his balls slapped against her chin. Haze and heat filled her senses, the scent of earth and spice curling all around as she was forced to be as close to these primal bodies. It almost felt like she could hear him apologizing as Kander continued to fuck her, as the base of his shaft began to swell and kiss against her lips with every thrust.

All of that being the case, she could still feel him holding back, could still feel his digits trembling with quiet concern. He gave into that concern, it seemed, as he leaned back and took a break from pounding into her, one of his hands moving to stroke over her cheek while the other moved to feel over her chest. Whatever pace he wanted, she would be satisfied with. If he wanted to share this little warmth with her, then she’d be fine with it, and if he wanted to ravage her again then she would let it happen happily. Bale, however, had other plans. His foot rose before pressing against the back of her head, shoving steadily until she was forced to wrap her lips against that swollen base, Kander wincing in response. Despite that wince, despite the little growl he gave afterward, his shaft bounced and twitched against her tongue. The foot at the back of her head pressed and pushed, grinding her nose and lips against the lucario’s crotch while her tongue worked to milk the shaft inside of her throat making it difficult to breathe. Kander tried to pull back, his cock slipping from her mouth bit by bit until Bale chuckled and pressed his foot again at the back of her head.

Her lips slid over every inch of his shaft again, the lucario letting out a snarl as he doubled over and grabbed onto her head, hot cum pouring out directly into her throat. The lucario backed away just enough to paint her tongue, just enough to let her taste that heated mixture full of salt and bitterness that clung to her senses until it felt like she was melting because of it. When he finished, she swallowed every little drop before coughing as he pulled out of her maw. Kander sat on the bed with a breath, eyes shut as he faced the ceiling. Bale got off the bed and grabbed her by the shoulders to lift her up and press her down to the covers. Her eyes grew wide as he moved over her, as one of his arms looped around her knee to lift her leg and spread it to the side while his mouth moved down to once again bite on her neck. The bite felt hotter than before, his entire form seething with a kind of warmth that threatened to swallow her as he poked and prodded her nethers with his primal desire.

Free, finally free to say what she wanted, she did not wait for him to give her the opportunity, instead, she grasped his back and rasped aloud, “Break me.”

What had come over her? Was it their scent? Some kind of move she didn’t know about being used on her? Her desires were running rampant, her body aching for more of their primal treatment. The cinderace pulled his mouth away from a fresh mark, a smile on his face as he gave her something sweet, perhaps as a reward. His lips pressed against hers softly, his free hand touching her cheek gingerly. She had come to love and adjust to the cinderace’s bullying. His bites were heated and hissing marks that pressed into her skin where they left their mark, and his digits were soft but treated her in rough ways tugging her and pulling her in the ways that he wanted her to go. Embarrassingly enough, if she had to choose which type of treatment she preferred, she would have to go with the way that Bale was treating her. Even this sweet treat she was experiencing right now could only be so sweet because of how rough he had been with her before. As their kiss separated, he eased the tip of his cock inside of her cunt, before burying every inch in one thrust.

Little shocks of sensation trailed up her spine as her insides were spread wide, as her body was seized by the hips to be held in place as he pistoned forward. She arched her back and grasped the covers around her, breaths escaping her mouth in heated groans and grunts, her body being jolted as he pounded into her with all his desire. Fangs were pressed and squeezed along her neck, pressing and biting in before moving to the shoulders and then back to the neck again to leave more marks. Anytime he moved in for a kiss, she expected something rougher, something meaner, but his kisses were gentle pecks with little breaths blown in between causing her to shudder before she was quickly reminded of his actual nature as he slammed back inside. On occasion, he would keep his mouth against hers, dipping his tongue inside before letting warmth spill into her maw from his. During these moments he would stop his thrusting, or take it nice and slow before picking up the pace again. Already she could feel the pent-up pokemon’s desire swelling at the base, kissing her entrance while threatening to stretch her wide again. When she looked to the side, her hazy eyes caught sight of the lucario watching them with such wild intensity, and she could see from between his legs he was sprouting something that desired her.

Julia had been given as much time as she wanted for this photoshoot, but what it really amounted to was how much these two wanted her here for. Would they want her forever? Would they want to keep her? Would they have even let her walk away? Such thoughts made her shake violently and groan while the constant drumming of hip to thigh echoed out in the room. Her body shuddered as she felt herself climbing closer to an orgasm, as the constant grinding against her inner walls did not allow her to control herself. The pressure mounting inside of her burst forward as she felt that swollen base hilt inside of her before being forced out by his powerful movements. Bale let out a chuckling sigh, a little groan pointed right at her ear as he repeated the motion over and over again causing her to cry out. She writhed and twisted, her insides tightening on him further and further until she felt her orgasm strike her back down to the bed, her breaths ragged as her insides worked to milk that shaft pounding deep inside of her. One more thrust and he rooted himself as deep as he could manage inside of her, every inch pulsing inside of her, every throbbing section of that shaft grinding along her deepest reaches. Her chest rose and fell slowly, everything stopping for a second. Julia’s entire form was beaded with sweat, a few drops falling from the cinderace himself to mix with her own as she looked up at him. His ruby eyes peered down at her with such mischief, such joyful hunger that she could not help but know exactly what he wanted at this moment. The fact that she knew what he wanted didn’t help with the embarrassment flowing through her, but what did help with it was the fact that her entire form begged for release. She needed more of his grinding inside of her, more of his rough treatment interrupted by occasional sweetness. It was that need that had her lips parting so easily, it was her need that had her mouth open sighing to the air both her pleasure and what she said next.

Both of her hands moved to her crotch, fingers spreading over her mound to pull herself apart just a little bit more as she breathed out into the air, “Breed me, please?”

As the words left her mouth she felt her face steam in realization of what she had said. Was she just some whore for these creatures? She had come here to do a job, but now she was doing whatever this was. Even now that lust threatened to drag her back down into the depths, but it was far too late to fight against it. Both pokemon stared at her before Bale grinned wide and began to pull out of her cunt. She thought that he might be letting her go, but just as the tip of his cock slipped free of her insides, he dipped back in nice and slow while capturing her lips with his. The cinderace’s tongue slid along hers, his hips rocking forward to grind inside of her steadily bit by bit, her eyes fluttering as any hopes of regaining her sanity sank deeper and deeper until it all went away with one last motion. He thrust his hips forward hard enough to jerk her backward, her insides suddenly awash with his seed, stained with his virile cum pouring from his primal dick. Bale didn’t pull out but kept on shoving forward as if he could somehow get deeper inside of her while she was bred just like she asked to be.

A break, surely they would let her have a break of some sort. Bale got up and she let her head fall back with a deep sigh to the comfortable bed. She closed her eyes for a second, her legs remaining open as the heat of what had just happened dripped out of her, combining with the cool air of the hotel brushing along her sore body. She heard the snap of a phone camera and her eyes cracked open, her hands pushing her up onto her rear to spot Bale with phone in hand waving at her. Julia’s mouth opened wide to give a snappy response at that, but she paused as she saw both of their arousals twitching back to life once more.

Still, she needed to express some sort of dissent, “Listen, I mean, a few selfies were fine when I had all my clothes, but you could have at least showed me the phone and told me you were going to—”

Another picture was snapped, and this time Kander huffed and swatted his friend on the shoulder. Bale rolled his eyes but Kander rumbled something to his friend’s ear. They shared a look for a moment before Bale leaned in to mutter something into the ear of his partner. She could neither understand them, nor even hear the sounds that Bale made. Kander shuddered before looking away, Bale chuckling as he took a step back and looked toward her. Warmth blossomed in her chest again under that stare, but all he did was offer the phone to her with a little tilt of his head.

She blinked and got up slowly while Kander crossed his arms and huffed. Her legs might as well have been custard, or jelly, but she still managed to make her way to the cinderace to take the phone. Julia figured he must have been offering her a chance to delete the pictures that had just been taken, and she smiled at the prospect. Okay, so maybe this cinderace wasn’t as wild as she had thought. Although, she had loved every second of what had happened. Her post-sex clarity could not erase the memory of her giving herself freely to those two pokemon that had ravaged her and used her.

Julia grasped the phone and turned it over to look at the screen. There were words on the screen instead of the pictures. “Let’s keep playing. Even if you delete these now, I’ll be sure to take more later, so be good and you’ll get more of what you’ve been loving all along.”

Bale freed the phone from her digits as she peered into his face. He had the same bright smile, the same look on his face full of mischief, but those words had filled her with such dread and excitement. It was a command, it was a foretelling of what was going to happen. She expected him to pin her down at this very moment, for her body to be captured on that little device for his later amusement, and her heart throbbed faster and faster with each passing second. Their lips were so close to touching again, and he still had one hand that could force her any which way he desired. Instead, the phone was tossed onto the bed, and Kander stepped through a door. Bale stopped just outside the doorway with a hand on the wall as he looked toward her. He didn’t try to push her, didn’t try to stop her from leaving. Even the phone was there unlocked for her. Was it just his instinct that told him that she was absolute putty for this type of thing? Or maybe it was the fact that her eyes kept wandering toward their bodies constantly. Slowly, she followed along until she broke through the threshold of the door to head into the bathroom. The shower was a glass cube jutting out of the wall, and already the steam began to pour out as water sprayed the tiled floors. Kander had stepped inside and left the door open, and soon enough, she was dragged along by the shoulders.

The point of no return had escaped her long ago. Perhaps it had been as soon as she stepped through the suite’s door. Regardless, she found herself in a situation where she had become an outlet for these pokemon’s urges, and the more the cinderace tried to show her that she had the choice to leave, the more she let herself be dragged and yanked around. Her body had been pressed to the cool wall of the shower, her mouth caught in a constant kiss while her insides were spread and used by the lucario’s cock. He had grabbed her and immediately started fucking her when she entered the shower, the cinderace chuckling as he stepped under the water. Her legs had been pulled up over her shoulders, Kander’s arms wrapped around her waist to hold her up while he pounded more of her sanity away. A sticky canine tongue pushed along her own, dipping deep into her mouth for a forceful kiss that told her how much of that sweetness had been forced. At the same time, she almost preferred this. No, she did prefer it. That wild nature that he had been hiding was now unbound, was now free to do whatever he pleased. His claws dug in to add more marks to her form, his tongue a constant presence in her mouth and in her mind. She wanted more of what he was giving her, she wanted more of his true nature finally set free inside of her, but how long would she last with all of this? It wasn’t as though she had the stamina of an athlete, and the weariness of the day was beginning to tug on her mind, but even then the adrenaline of this moment kept her moaning to his mouth, kept her begging for more in between breaths.

His thrusts were short and quick, his claws digging into her skin in an almost desperate manner to keep her as close as possible. It was this animalistic desperation that kept her heart beating faster, that made her meek and obedient whenever she even thought of stepping away from all this. Again her insides were filled before she could even realize it, again her body trembled in delight as she was bred by a pokemon of all things. The problem was that she was blacking out, the problem was that her body couldn’t keep up with all of this even with the adrenaline pushing her onward. There were bruises and scratches, bitemarks, and more showing the wear and tear of her form, but even still she wanted to try more and more to keep up with these two lovely beasts.

Round and round the world span as her body was dragged around and taken. She was certain that they had lube somewhere to use her ass, and perhaps one day they would, but they continued to use her cunt instead. Her cheek met the cold tiles of the shower wall, and her pussy stretched again wide as the cinderace plowed her with his characteristic cruelty. Hair tugged, neck bitten and marked, her mind able to count the little spots where it hurt, where the signs of his hunger would be if she looked in a mirror. Julia couldn’t help but notice that they had done nothing but cum inside of her cunt over and over again after the first time where Kander had used her throat. Maybe they really were breeding her after all. What a ridiculous notion. She was a human, they were pokemon, and yet her heart fluttered whenever she repeated the thought to herself. To be able to be plump and seeded by these pokemon would make the part of her that was in charge right now joyous, but inside somewhere she whimpered at the thought. She didn’t want to be reduced to that, but even the fear in her heart somehow seemed tinted and hued with desire and delight at the thought.

Julia found herself fading in and out, her body erupting with sensations before going numb again as her exhausted form was ravaged by these two creatures. She wanted to stay up and let it all happen, wanted to keep herself awake for everything that would go on. As her eyes shut, as she simply could not handle being awake for all of it anymore, the cinderace continued to use her until he was finished, every thrust creating a loud and wet slap that joined the constant hiss of the shower. The last thing she remembered was an injection of that thick heat breaking deep inside of her, his arms around her with his hands clasping onto her chest toying with her nipples while the lucario growled and grasped her thigh perhaps to take his turn as her world turned dark.

A dreamless sleep had taken her and had kept her there for quite a while until her eyes began to crack open. She sat up quickly and looked around only to find that the room was barely lit and that she had been placed in bed. Julia breathed out and looked down at her body, her chest and shoulders full of claw and fang marks. The cool air felt nice against her sore body, and so she shrugged off more of the covers before looking around. Kander was at her side, his eyes shut tight and one of his hands drifting against her flank. She leaned over to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek as thanks for him at least trying to be nice to her. Cursing as quietly as she could manage, she got off the bed while every muscle in her body protested. Sighing, she looked toward the source of light to see that it led to the living room of this massive suite. It would be nice to have an apartment even half this damn thing’s size, but whatever, she just needed something to drink right now.

Stepping through the door she searched for the source of the light only to notice that it came from two things. The television was on as well as the kitchen light. Sitting on the couch was Bale with one leg over the other, a passive look on his face that seemed so different than the big smile he was always giving her. It was weird to see him without any mischief, without any domination in his stance. His head turned a bit, one ear twitching, and one eye peeking toward her before the barest hint of a smile curved at the side of his lips. He opened an arm toward the couch, and well, she walked over without even thinking about it. The spot that she had thought would have been empty had her clothes and things in a neat little pile, but there was something else she noticed. Her finger reached down and looped around what appeared to be a black choker, and attached to it was a small pokeball of all things.

The cinderace snickered as she looked toward him with a small frown, and she realized again she had a choice to make. Except, this time that wasn’t the case. Bale got up and took the choker from her, opening it carefully before sliding it around her neck. She locked up as he planted little kisses along her neck and cheek, his breath against her ear whispering wordless promises of love and desire. Had this been a proposal of some sort? Or rather, was it some sort of courtship ritual of a pokemon? A claw pressed against her chin and tipped her vision to his where it locked, his lips locking around hers for a few beautiful seconds before he pulled away. He took a seat again and looked at her with a small smile. It was late in the evening, late enough that it would be pitch black if it weren’t for the lights on right now. She hadn’t called her boss to let him know of her success, and to lie about what else had happened, but she had a suspicion that she would be working with these pokemon more and more, and perhaps even as a permanent employee of sorts. This all had been done in the hope to earn a better position, to earn something more sustainable, and now she found herself in a dream position. All she had to do was submit and let herself enjoy this rapture.

Julia got on her knees in front of him, her cheeks warming again as she found herself embarrassed by how easy it was to accept all of this. The cinderace continued to chuckle for some reason as his fingers dipped through her hair to brush claws along her scalp gently, his foot coming up to tap her under the chin. She planted a kiss atop of it before he brought his legs over her shoulders with his toes pressed to her lower back. Her mouth moved to his heavy balls, her tongue dragging against them, and hover over his taint as he raised his hips for her. Julia closed her eyes and let her tongue drift along his rear, pushing and pressing against his puckered star while he simply lounged on the couch enjoying his new pet; his new mate.

And the cinderace continued to snicker and sigh because he didn’t even need to make it known what was under her clothes, the contract and money for her services today, and her service down the road. For a moment, he had thought to be professional, but all Julia wanted was to drown in this primal opportunity. And so, he allowed Julia to submit to him, allowed her to give her heart and body to him and his partner. She would still be compensated, and that reaction of hers upon seeing what she had nearly missed would be more than hilarious. If this was what she wanted, then Bale hoped she was prepared to train a bit for her stamina. He couldn’t have her pass out every single time, couldn’t have her snap before both of them were done using her. At the same time, he hoped that she would never get fully adjusted to it, so he could watch her break down time and time again, and so he could build her right back.

#lucario #cinderace #pokephilia #m/m/f

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pyrethorns · 3 years ago

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Quiet Release

Summary: Ian can see the love his wife's slyveon has for her, a love that goes far beyond simple adoration, and he doesn't hate the poor thing for it either. His wife is constantly out on business trips and barely has enough time for him, let alone a pokemon she considers to be a cute pet despite the sylveon being much smarter than that. And so, as he grows closer to the sylveon, as he bonds with the poor thing, a new love blooms that he cannot deny into his lonely heart.

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By the waterside stood a city made of rising concrete. The salt kissed air brushed along brick roads and walkways leading to the various routes heading in and out of the city. At the center sat a large train station with magnet rails sliding far past the gaze of human or pokemon toward another region entirely. Pokemon wandered Goldenrod City through and around the buildings, but more could be seen around the wilderness surrounding the area. The outskirts of the city still had trees, a few homes choosing to remain near the wildlife either for their own comfort or the comfort of their pokemon. One such house sat near the end of one of the roads heading into Goldenrod city. The morning sun had just risen, the bruised blues of the early morning cut away by soft oranges landing over the house. Salt and ocean still managed to permeate the air near the outskirts. That scent mixed with the smell of eggs and protein frying together wafting out an open window. Through the window a man stood by a stove humming. He was an olive-skinned fellow with shaggy black hair tied back messily out of purple eyes. An apron adorned his body and covered most of what else he was wearing. At the moment, Ian was up and at it when the sun wasn’t even shining properly for no other reason than he simply cared about his wife. She was getting ready to head out for a big day as a businesswoman, and typically, she didn’t eat her breakfast unless he pushed something on her. So by the time she got to the kitchen garbed in her dress suit and holding onto her purse, he had set a plate with a fork and knife on the countertop with a hand on the chair watching her with a small smile. His wife was a pale girl with red hair and bright blue eyes. She beamed and thanked him for the food before taking her seat, and before eating she leaned up to plant a big kiss on his cheek. Ian leaned over with his arms crossed on the counter to listen to her latest exploits.

“So, I’ll be staying in Saffron for a week or two, but that’s not the special part. The special bit is that we’ve got a big deal with some show that wants to feature our products. I’ve been securing and reaching out forever to get this deal going and it’s finally going through!” She bubbled before starting on her food.

He nodded along with a small smile. Of course, that wasn’t his domain of interest and never had, but he liked hearing her talk. His own domain had been construction and training fighting pokemon. Honing his body and his skill while helping build the very cities and towns that people lived in among their pokemon. However, a few injuries had left him with a dull ache in one shoulder that would flare up on occasion. He had to take it easy nowadays, but he was fine with that so long as he could continue this peaceful life with his wife. That being said, not everything was so peaceful.

Tapping steps on wooden floors turned his attention to the source of that interruption of peace. A large sylveon sauntered into the kitchen with its chin held high. There was that source looking proud as ever. This scruffy-furred pokemon had more of a cream color to their fur rather than the pure white of most sylveon, and deep green eyes. The pink, the cream, and the rest of the colors combined always seemed darker to him than the typical bright and fluffy. Kal had been their house partner for a while now, and for the most part, Ian didn’t consider the big guy to be a pet. Rather, a temperamental part of the family. That temperament was reserved solely for him usually, but he held no ill will toward the pokemon. In part, it was because Kal made his wife happy, but also it was because watching Kal was a little sad sometimes.

The large pokemon pushed his face against the leg of his wife and she leaned down to pet his head and make sweet noises at him, but as she turned back to her meal, he could see it clearly on Kal’s face that there was something else he wanted. He always wanted something else. Kal sat by the sink with a little sigh when that was all he got from his wife. Ian had tried to tell his wife that their pokemon had evolved into a sylveon because he loved her, and that love was more than platonic, but his wife had waved it off with a laugh. His wife was of the belief that their little eevee had grown into a beautiful creature, and that was about it. She didn’t really have a deep bond with pokemon, didn’t really see them as more than wildlife that could be useful and cute. Now, she wasn’t mean to pokemon, but neither did she give them the proper credit they deserved. They were just as smart as humans, and maybe even smarter than that depending on the type you looked at, and unfortunately in this case that meant that Kal was quite capable of falling in love.

Breakfast was over soon enough and the trio headed to the foyer where his wife began her goodbyes, “Okay, you’ve got my number if anything happens and just in case you wanna pester me at night. If it goes straight to voicemail I’m probably doing something important and oh yeah, make sure to take care of Kal. I know he gets sulky when I’m not around.”

He looked down at Kal whose ears were flagged, eyes peering downward, and Ian cleared his throat, “It’ll be fine. I’ll be sure to keep trying to break through that icy wall he has with me.”

That earned him two kisses on his cheek, and one on his lips before his wife clapped her hands, “Good! All right, I’ll be heading out now!”

Ian rubbed the back of his head, “Oh, don’t forget about Kal now.”

She blinked, “Oh! Right, of course!” She leaned over and kissed the top of his head before grabbing his cheeks and ruffling them while bubbling, “Now you be a good boy!”

And with that, she got up and turned to open the door and step out. Despite the kiss on the head, Kal kept his eyes down and his ears flagged as the door shut. Ian rubbed the back of his head before he slowly planted a hand on the pokemon’s head. Quietly, he began, “Hey, buddy. If you’d like then we could spend some time together. I can somewhat understand what you’re meaning if you wanna try and talk it out?”

One of Kal’s ribbons slapped his hand away before the overgrown ribbon dog got up and stalked out of the foyer with much less energy than he’d expect. To most, maybe getting a little swat on the hand would be insulting, or even dejecting, but at least it wasn’t a bite. There were a few scars on his hands and arms specifically from trying to buddy up with Kal, but he didn’t really want to give up on that, and didn’t want to blame the poor pokemon for his heart. Trying to talk about his wife about it just led to giggling and her brushing off any notion that Kal might be more than just her precious pup. And honestly, he just wanted to try and provide a little comfort. With a sigh, he rubbed one shoulder and decided to get on with the day. No sense on dwelling on the impossible for now.

House chores were mostly what he did, but on occasion he stepped out back where a block of wood had been set up to let him stretch out his muscles with a bit of chopping. He wasn’t as in shape as he used to be, and he could never attain that again, but he prided himself in the tone he held in his stout form. Chopping wood and doing common chores around the house that stressed his body but could be easily dropped if he started hurting. These things kept him entertained, kept him feeling like he was still doing something with his body even though he could no longer fight, could no longer travel and construct.. That and well, he liked experimenting in the kitchen. And typically he made those experiments catered for his wife, but perhaps this week he could do something a bit different.

The first night he set out meat honeyed and spiced just a little bit to see how Kal would take it. Of course, the pokemon was indignant upon seeing him in the kitchen, but he set the plate down with food quietly and went about sitting with his own plate. He couldn’t help but watch out the corner of his eye as Kal ate it without problem. The reactions were subtle, but he could see the enjoyment. An initial slow bite, before the real feast began. Biting down more vigorously, more joyously.

When he finished his own meal, he looked toward the pokemon sitting there with a small smile plastered on his features and asked, “Enjoyed that?”

The smile faded and Kal looked toward him with a frown before one ribbon slowly came up to give what looked like a thumbs up.

“Oho? Usually I save these types of things for the wife, but I figured I’d cook something special for you too with her out. Y’know, we could always spend a little time together. Bond a bit and—”

Whatever he had to say fell into the empty air as Kal scoffed and headed out of the room.

Okay, so he had at least gotten an affirmative, and Kal hadn’t exactly denied him, but he figured that was enough for now compared to growling, biting, snapping or anything violent really. He did the dishes while occasionally pausing to let his shoulder rest, a hum on his lips as he headed through the empty house. The emptiness was something he had gotten used to with his wife getting so involved in business over in Saffron, but even still he could feel the dull pangs of loneliness there. She was always doing something, always passionate about her work, and he loved that about her, but still he found himself missing the days where they would just lie together for hours at a time. Ah well, he would get to enjoy that again when she got back for a bit, but for now, a lonely bed awaited him upstairs.

When he got to his room, he shed his clothes bit by bit until he was standing in only his boxers. The room had a bed large enough for two people at the center with black covers over the top. A window sat near one wall, and each side of the bed had a nightstand with a lamp on it. Shower first, or sleep and shower in the morning? An eternal question that plagued him. Right now, the loneliness was creeping up on him and he just kind of wanted to sleep, and so he pushed the covers up and slipped into bed. He paused when he noticed something odd. On closer inspection of the bed, he noted that his wife’s side of the bed had a bump in it. Ian pulled the covers a bit more to find Kal curled up and now glaring at him. With a small smile, he reached out to touch Kal’s head, pausing just before his fingers touched the fur. No sense in getting bitten before bed, but to his surprise, Kal pushed his face against his fingers. He stroked through the pokemon’s fur, surprised by how soft it seemed despite the scruffy state, Kal’s eyes closing as he settled with his ears folded back. Poor thing must’ve been as lonely as he was, or perhaps even lonelier than that.

He muttered while reaching over to flick off the lights, “Guess you and me are bunkmates for now. Promise I won’t tell her if you don’t.”

In the dark, he swore he heard something like a chuckle from his pokemon, and for the first time, Kal pressed his body heat against him and together they departed to the land of dreams. The first few days went the same as usual. Get up, do chores, try to bond a little with Kal. That last part was the only difference in his routine. Kal had begun hanging around him just a bit, and even helping with chores. Those ribbons were much stronger than he gave them credit for, and on occasion when he would struggle with his shoulder, or nearly drop something, Kal was there to help with a scoff and a flick of his tail. The nights were the truly shocking part to him. He took a shower and sometimes Kal would join him, or sometimes Kal would remain in the room, but when he got into bed, the sylveon would hop in and curl up against him. However, even he could see that it wasn’t enough. He caught Kal more than once peering out the window, or just sitting there looking dejected, and it was more than just that. More than just a little sadness. It was something crushing, something deep inside that felt worse than his own longing; because Kal could never long for what he had never received.

One night while sitting in bed with a book in one hand and arm lounging over the pokemon’s soft body, he decided to have a little talk, “Say, Kal?” When the pokemon shifted in response, he breathed out, “I know that my wife is a bit dim, and I know that you probably see me as either a rival or an enemy, but I want you to know that I’ve always been rooting for you as funny as that sounds. I wish she could see how smart you are, how clever you are; instead of just how cute you are. That bein’ said, if you somehow managed to charm you I guess that’d mean you and I would have to settle how sharing would work.”

The pokemon raised its head and they shared a look before he snickered. To his joyful surprise, Kal also shared in that humored tittering.

He planted a hand on the pokemon’s cheek and squeezed gently before leaning down to place his head against Kal’s. Oddly, the pokemon seemed to lock up, expression turning into a little dot while he muttered, “You deserve love too buddy, so keep trying, and if you ever want to try and find someone else, let me know and I’ll help you. Okay? I care about you, always have even if you’ve bitten and scratched me to hell and back.”

There was a frown on the sylveon’s face, brow furrowed, eyes set downward rather than on him, and for a moment, he was worried he had said something wrong. Kal had always been a gruff looking sylveon instead of the typical cotton candy types, but even then he was hoping for a better reaction than this. That being said, Kal simply planted his cheek to his side and let out a long huff. He supposed that he could accept that as some sort of positive reaction, or at the very least, it was good enough for him. With a sigh, he settled on the bed before closing his eyes again. He still missed his wife, but oddly enough, the warmth at his side provided enough comfort for him to sleep steadily with a small smile on his lips.

The morning came again. Filtered light from the windows shifted inside bringing him to the waking world before any alarm could have a chance to, however, there was something else that caught his attention. There was a constant shifting at his side, a pushing and pressing until he could ignore it no longer. He moved the covers to see an oddly affectionate Kal nuzzling his side. Ian blinked and watched the sylveon cuddle him before wondering if this was a dream. What seemed more dreamlike was the fact that the sylveon opened his eyes and peered up at him, and did not claw him immediately. They shared that gaze for a few seconds before the sylveon got onto his lap while continuing his nuzzling.

“Hey there.” He said slowly, the morning still clinging to his voice, “You okay? Missing the wife that much that you’re looking for affection from ol’ me?”

Kal let out a noise like a purr and continued to climb up his body until both paws were to the side of his head, their eyes meeting again.

Pokemon were smarter than most humans gave them credit for. They were intelligent creatures that could form genuine bonds and even love, and right now Ian was wondering what Kal was thinking. There was something warm in that gaze, something that made his heart thump a bit faster even though he should perhaps keep that in control. Was Kal trying to charm him? For what reason would Kal ever do that? He had only ever tried that stunt with…with his wife. The woman that both of them loved. Oh goodness. How did he deny the advances of a pokemon? Well, how would he deny the advances of a human? Both of those were easy if he could just open his mouth and say the word, but the situation was more complicated than that. For one thing, he found that he was oddly enjoying the attention. It wasn’t just the stare, it was the ribbons at his sides bringing gentle touches along his form, the heat resting over him poised to ease downward onto his body. Just how pent up was he to let a pokemon charm him so easily?

Instead of panicking or reacting rashly, he reached up to pass a hand through the fur atop Kal’s head, muttering as he did so, “Here I figured I wasn’t your type.”

Frowning, Kal planted his forehead against his own, ribbons touching his cheeks as Ian swore he heard something whispering, “You’ll do for now.”

“What?” He asked while tilting his head, “Did you just talk?”

There were types of pokemon that could communicate through telepathy or through some sort of presence exerted by their typing, but this was the first that he had heard Kal doing it. When he opened his mouth to ask what that was all about, Kal stole a kiss. The sylveon’s mouth clamped over his own, lips locked together, and a long and sticky tongue pressing into his mouth. Surprise dotted his expression growing into shock as he simply could not believe what was happening. Heat rose in his cheeks as he felt the warmth of that tongue against his own, as he felt Kal’s desire through every little movement. The hand that he had placed on the pokemon’s head moved to the cheek, cupping before he managed to break away from the embrace of mouth on mouth.

It had been such a short kiss, such a brief encounter, and yet, his heart had gone from a steady thumping to a racing beat. His breath also felt as if it had been stolen with that one kiss, that moment frozen in time that he would surely not forget anytime soon. He had always contended with the thought of what he would do should his wife return the feelings of this odd pokemon, but never did he think that Kal would come onto him so strongly, at the same time, where was his anger? Where was his outward shock and distaste? Where was his irritation and contempt for the situation? All he could feel was a dull thronging at his lips where his own desire to continue that connection had begun to fester and grow. Kal’s verdant gaze had slowly turned from his, ears folded back as if a sudden shame had overtaken his confidence. He brushed his hand along the sylveon’s cheek, Kal’s ears perking again, a shudder echoing in his body as the sylveon planted a kiss on his thumb. He passed his thumb along those soft lips, pressing on occasion before Kal took it into his maw. The same tongue slick with drool that had invaded his mouth now toyed with his finger, wrapping and twisting around it while those deep green eyes seemed to glow as they peered at him from the side. Perhaps, he was not being charmed. Perhaps, it would be better to say that he was being seduced.

His wife had given him as much love as she could considering how busy she was, but his libido still grew behind the calm veneer he put on. He wanted to plant his cock deep inside of her again, he wanted to fuck her for hours, and to bring her back to bed just to do it again before she left for the morning, but that was something he couldn’t do anymore considering her position and where she worked. These thoughts that raced through his mind and echoed in his body urged him to push his thumb further inside the sylveon’s maw, digit brushing along one fang before pressing down on that thick tongue as it curled around him. It seemed that Kal could sense his growing interest as the pokemon grinned around his finger, maw opening just enough to show his fangs, tongue still toying around with the thumb in his mouth. When he pulled his thumb out, the ribbons curled around his body tightly and Kal growled before biting down on his hand, he winced before shuddering as the sylveon continued to lick and suck on his fingers, glowing eyes peering up at him.

“That desperate?” He muttered as his only response.

Finally, Kal let his fingers free and again he heard the voice flowing at the back of his head, “Yes, and so are you.”

They shared a very tired look for a second. The pretense of domination and seduction were set aside for a second, and they both simply stared at one another. Both of them were in love with a woman who was nearly married to her work, but at least for Ian he got to sleep with her on occasion. Kal had no such luck and he felt bad about that, and both of them were pent up. With a sigh, he leaned back against the headboard of the and ran his fingers along the fur of Kal’s cheeks. That little stare deflated the situation a bit, the hold on his body from the ribbons softening. Kal’s eyes had veered away, as if there was some sort of shame in admitting that they were both desperate enough to do this. Did he even like men? Well, Ian had to ask himself the same question. He couldn’t ignore the fact that the closeness they had just shared had ignited something deep within him, that the tongue on his fingers had made him long to feel that elsewhere. Now that it happened, he couldn’t just ignore it.

“Hey, look at me.” He began quietly. When the sylveon looked toward him and those soft ears perked, he breathed out and continued, “Listen. We’re both itching for this, and I guess since I’m okay with you making passes at my wife I should be okay with you making passes at me. So, if you want this, then I guess we could do whatever it was you wanted.”

Those perked ears shot straight up, bright eyes wide and misting just a bit giving him every bit of answer he needed without weird fairy telepathy.

He smiled at the response and tilted his head to one side while sighing, “Don’t get all gushed about it. We’re just grinding out some frustration, right?” No, that wasn’t right, was it? And so squeezed the sylveon’s cheek gingerly and muttered, “And above all else, I do care about you.”

Kal kissed his hand a few times, each smack of those soft lips against his digits making him shiver, warmth filling his cheeks. This continued until he heard a muted whisper in his head, one full of hushed excitement, “Thank you.”

Ian shrugged before reaching over to the nightstand. It had a small drawer used for a few things, and in it, he had a bottle of lube and a toy for his own use. This time, however, he wouldn’t need the toy. When he had the bottle in hand, Kal pounced on him, mouth striking mouth again in a furious kiss. That thick tongue pushed deep inside of his mouth, one of his hands still pressed to the sylveon’s cheek as if he could push it away, but after a few moments, he melted into the embrace. The kiss lasted much longer, and he was thankful for it this time. Their tongues and lips melded together, their spit mixing creating a sticky concoction shared between them as their lips smacked and popped making sounds that echoed in the room alongside their breathy sighs.

Something shifted in him as the kiss continued. He had been an idle participant so far and allowed everything to happen instead of being active, but now he wanted it without a doubt despite the small pangs of guilt echoing somewhere deep within. He grasped the back of his pokemon’s head firmly and dipped deep into the kiss as he sat up. Kal’s eyes widened before fluttering back down, the pokemon’s body shuddering under the sudden tightness of his hold. When their mouths pulled away, when they were both breathing in and out through sharp grins; they separated.

Grunting, Ian got off of the bed and dropped his boxers. His shaft bounced out into the air already harder than he had been expecting. Questioning his sexuality could come later, and so he sat back on the bed while keeping the lube nearby. As he laid back down, the sylveon moved between his legs, tongue dragging over one of his thighs. He shuddered as he felt that warmth sliding against his skin, his cock reacting with a few twitches. Ian could see those glowing eyes peering at his shaft while the sylveon continued to lap and kiss along his legs. For now, he let his hand rest atop of Kal’s head to loop digits through the fluff resting there. He watched with a small smile as that tongue moved to the curled hair of his crotch, pressing and pushing against the surface, the side of that sticky warmth brushing against the base of his cock.

With his free hand, he took hold of his shaft and slapped it against the sylveon’s cheek while muttering, “Gonna play all day, or are you going to get work buddy?”

The sylveon looked up at him with a jolt, and for a second he swore he saw a shade of pink through the cream fur on his cheeks. Before he could try to actually see if it was a blush or a trick of the light, Kal turned around and hopped on his body. He blinked as he found himself face to ass with the plump rear of his pokemon. A soft tail brushed along his chest and up to his chin before moving further up until it was out of the way and pointed toward the ceiling. Two ribbons grasped those sizable haunches to pull them apart revealing a dark hole waiting for his attention, along with a set of sizable balls. A little tit-for-tat? He could get behind that. Only…He just needed a bit to adjust to the sight. He found that his cock stirred from the vision in front of him rather than deflating, both of his hands moving to grasp where the ribbons were. Ian had always said that he enjoyed rears, that he enjoyed ass more than anything else, and perhaps he should have taken that as a clue that he would be into men as well. Why not, right?

He opened his mouth and put his tongue directly on one of those heavy balls, salt and sweat dripping along his senses immediately with an odd sweetness. Kal let out a surprised yelp and a mewl that had a smile growing on his face. Oh, the pokemon hadn’t expected that? Then maybe he really was just hiding his face, but how could he ignore something so beautiful right in front of him? His tongue moved to the taint slowly where he planted a kiss before blowing air along that spot earning another surprised sound. Ian couldn’t help but laugh, couldn’t help but chuckle, and of course, he clamped his mouth shut as best as he could when he heard Kal growling. Best not to make the sharp-toothed creature hovering their mouth over your cock angry. Instead of making fun of his partner in desperation, he let his tongue out again to lap against the taint, his mouth moving to the rear as he had done a few times for his wife. It wasn’t so different, wasn’t so odd, but even still he couldn’t help but find the fact that it was pokemon somehow more arousing rather than not; and a male one at that. His tongue lapped around the ring leaving behind a slick trail of warmth, and every time he circled that plush ring he ended it with a kiss of lip to ass as if he were kissing his wife on their wedding day. Every movement of his tongue brought him deeper into the motion, brought his mind to focus purely on what was happening right now. That concentration was directed at the ass in front of him, his tongue dipping against the hole and around it as he worked as if he were trying to pleasure his wife. The thought of considering Kal his wife brought a small smile to his face because he was certain that Kal would bite him immediately if he called the sylveon as such, or any pet name that he would call his wife for that matter in bed, like kitten.

Feedback came in the form of Kal’s shivering body, little mewls and moans pouring out into the air before being silenced. His own body trembled as he felt that tongue lapping at the sides of his shaft, as he felt the heated breaths of his pokemon trailing along his legs. The tongue on his cock moved down to the balls for a second before climbing back up to the tip, and then all at once, heat engulfed his member. He winced from the sudden touch, but soon breathed out a pleasant sigh against the pokemon’s ass. Ian got back to his work, tongue dipping inside just a bit now that he had a bit more confidence. At the same time, his mind was being filled with such lovely fog. The mouth around his cock bobbed up and down, tongue pressed against the underside. It almost felt like Kal wanted him to breed his mouth right there and then instead of his ass. While swimming in his pleasure, Ian decided to explore just a bit more. After all, he should get to know the body of his lover a bit better.

One of his hands moved to cup those sizable balls before shifting down and underneath the sylveon until he felt something throbbing against his digits beyond an odd mound of fur. The length and girth of it were surprising, to say the least, but Kal had always been bigger than what he would consider normal for a sylveon so he supposed that the equipment matched that fact as well. Instead of pulling his hand away from that primal length, he squeezed onto it and began to pump gingerly. Kal’s hips buckled, hind legs nearly slipping. The reaction brought a smile to his lips as he helped keep the poor thing aloft with a hand tugging his tail up. Kal growled for a few seconds, the sound vibrating around his shaft, but he ignored it in order to dip his tongue deep into that lovely rear while tugging on his shaft. His fingers ran along the length before stopping at the tip to close over it, his hand then sliding on back to the base where he swore it felt like it was swelling up. The pent-up pokemon’s hips were already thrusting and pushing, a line of something slick and warm dripping down the length of that primal shaft from the head. Was the poor thing already about to blow?

In that moment, a few thoughts began to run through his mind. Kal had never gotten the chance to enjoy something like this, had never gotten the chance to really express his lust in the same ways that he had. He wondered if Kal was ever able to do anything to satisfy himself at all. Surely he had never seen it, and if Kal wandered outdoors for a moment of privacy, would that be the same as having a sweet moment with someone he pined for? Probably not, and so he made a decision that could very well be painful, and was most assuredly embarrassing.

Slowly, he pulled his mouth away leaving that lovely ass sticky with his spit. As he breathed out, he stopped stroking the pokemon and muttered, “Hey. You wanna go first?”

That put a stop to the tongue on his cock. The answer was clear in the movement, but still, he heard a voice that sounded smaller than he expected, “Really?”

He sat up and reached over to grasp the pokemon’s head, his other set of digits rubbing along the length and behind before stopping at the rump while he spoke, “Just get me off with that tongue of yours, and prep me and I’ll let you fuck me like you want to fuck my wife.” A little mischief urged him to utter a bit more quietly, “C’mon, I bet you want to take her from behind. Could even do that.”

Again the voice came, but a bit more strongly, “From the front and face to face. I wanted to make love with her, not just fuck her.” And slowly the words sounded out in his mind, “And now I want to make love with you.”

There was no addition to that ending, no tease, no mischief or sassy remark. He found himself touched by the sentiment, but wondered if he could return so strong of a feeling. Already he felt closer to the pokemon, and in a way, he had always cared for him. So was there some sort of odd love there? Yeah, and if this kept on going he might actually be able to utter it out loud. The warm tongue on his shaft began to move again soon with a sort of vigor and excitement that hadn’t been there before. Kal’s head bobbed up and down before swirling around, his tongue twisting along his shaft as if he were trying to milk it. Ian had not had a chance to really let loose in recent times and he found himself more than a little bit pent up as he held onto the pokemon’s head and rode that pleasure out. His hips soon began to buck to thrust into Kal’s mouth, the sylveon not gagging at all as his throat and maw were used like a sex sleeve. Maybe he could be a bit rougher, and so he drove the pokemon’s head down with more of his strength. Warm huffs blew over his balls with each push, a wet noise emanating from the constant throatfucking. To him, it sounded like the beat of a song, the rhythm a constant buzz in his mind that urged him to play more of it using the instrument given to him. The heat was clouding his mind far too much, the pressure and lust building in his gut urging his legs to wrap around the sylveon’s head to hold it there while he ground out his pleasure. There was no stopping right now, no pausing the lust that was flowing through his mind. Words danced at the edge of his head making him wonder if he should say them or not while he ground out his desire and took out all his desperate lust on that sweet tongue.

Breathing out, he couldn’t help but say it all aloud, “That’s it, suck it down. Take every inch. You don’t need my wife. You just need this dick.”

No reply, no sound, instead he felt the sylveon’s entire body shake as if in utter awe and fear of those taboo words said aloud. He cursed with a grunt, his cock throbbing violently against that warm tongue before he started to blow his load. It felt like Kal might’ve been surprised because he tried to pull his head back, but to no avail. The pokemon soon remained still as every drop of his climax filled his maw and throat, staining that precious tongue with his mark.

He opened his mouth to ask Kal to swallow, but he soon felt the action as that warm seed slid past his shaft and away. He listened to the sound of Kal gulping and slowly let go of the sylveon. Kal brought his head up and let out a sighing mewl before getting off of him. He turned around with glowing eyes full of hunger and desire, and he swore he saw the shape of hearts somewhere deep within that gaze. His own heart was thumping faster as he realized what he had offered this overgrown sylveon, but he didn’t back down. He leaned back with his legs up, one hand grabbing the lube while the other spread his own ass. A tongue soon pressed against his rear lapping at his puckered hole giving him something new to feel and contend with. He breathed out steadily, a groan escaping him as the pokemon dipped that large tongue inside of his ass. Though he had lifted his hips just a bit, it seemed like that wouldn’t be enough for the ravenous pokemon. Soft ribbons wrapped around his ankles tugging them up and forcing him onto his back while that warm tongue dripping with spittle lapped away at his insides. He grunted while wondering if he could get control of this situation before he just let it happen.

Ian blew out a breath as he felt that tongue dip deeper than anything had any right to be in there, groaned as he felt the sylveon’s nose pushing against the bottom of his balls. His toes curled inward from the attention, his mind growing blank as heat and pressure turned to light motes of pain that seemed oddly pleasant. When that tongue pulled free, his ankles were brought back down but still spread out allowing him just a bit more movement. He sat up slowly to pour out a bit of the lube. Never having done this before didn’t bother him. One finger slid inside, another finger came soon after, and slowly the next one as well. It was a steady process. However, the gaze of his pokemon right now made him feel very aware of the fact that Kal was a creature that could rupture dimensions with a bark if he decided to. Could he handle that type of strength? And more than that, why did he feel such excitement at the challenge? Of course he would. He had been a trainer that had fought alongside his pokemon and lived nearly every day of his life diving into challenges much more frightening than this, but none could compare to this feeling right now. Once he pulled his fingers away and gave the pokemon a nod, he was on his back again.

Kal moved over him, their mouths meeting again for a heated kiss full of puffing breaths sliding and combining together. He felt the tip of the sylveon’s shaft brushing against his ass and struggling to get into position, and so of course he reached down to grab with both hands and help him out just a bit. The tip brushed against his lubed star and he had to wonder quietly whether or not this would work. That throbbing tool in his hands sent little ripples of concern through his body, a cold hand grasping his heart as he wasn’t sure whether or not this would hurt too much, or just the right amount. Even then, it was too late to stop. The warm tongue on his pushing and pressing deeper in his mouth let him know that they were well beyond the point of return, and besides, he was kinda curious how it felt anyway. Slowly, he eased the tip inside of himself before getting ready to let go. It would be fine. By the way he had been acting, Ian was sure that he had signaled that he was new at this sort of thing, and even if he weren’t, surely if the sylveon were planning on making love to him, it would be a gentle time, right? Each digit releasing brought another shiver through his body until his entire form jolted.

A muffled curse flowed between the connection of their lips as he felt his insides stretch wide for the sudden girth pounded inside of him. Motherfucker! Absolute bastard, that overgrown giftbox actually crammed most if not all of that fat thing inside of his ass! He had never had something inside of him like this, and only had a little bit of practice to stretch and lube his insides, but with all of that in mind alongside the sudden irritation, there was something about it that he enjoyed. Each thrust of the pokemon’s hips brought more of that primal thing inside of him, brought more of it grinding against his inner walls, sending waves of pain that soon began to flow alongside a strange pleasure. That pleasure grew as the kiss parted, as Kal planted his chin on his shoulder to let out heated breaths that felt like they would melt his ears. He grit his teeth as the pace somehow increased, as his insides were stretched even further and the pokemon went fully feral. This was making love? It felt more like getting ravaged, getting torn sunder until he was nothing but the buzzing at the back of his mind! Part of him was getting into it, and another part wasn’t sure how to feel at all, but he did know for certain that he wanted it to continue.

“Sorry!” The voice curled into his mind hitting him with a sensation of wild lust, “I can’t stop my hips, I should be more gentle, but how could I?”

He could have pushed right now, he could have honed in on that shameful lust, but instead, he wrapped his arms around the sylveon’s body and grunted, “This is part of it too, right? What you wanted to show her? Yeah, it hurts a bit, but I’m enjoying it. Kal, show me your love.”

A mistake, perhaps, or maybe not. Either way, the sylveon’s body began to shake as he thrust in hard, as something bulbous began to kiss against his rear with every push. His toes curled in, one eye closing as he felt the soreness echoing through him again. Ian had just gotten used to the constant grinding, and now he found that it was nearly unbearable again, at the same time, he didn’t hate it. This closeness, this heat, and pressure, he loved every second of it because it felt like he was connected to this pokemon in a way deeper than he had ever expected. It wasn’t just the literal deepness, but it felt like their hearts were connected right now, it felt as if the care he felt for the pokemon was growing into something else entirely. Ian knew that he needed to put a lid on that, that he couldn’t just love this pokemon the same way that he did his wife, and yet his heart seemed to flutter the more he stared at the creature pounding deep inside of his ass.

Ian couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound rousing the attention of the pokemon who brought his head up to stare at him. They shared a look, his eyes half-mooned and hazed by lust and desire as he rumbled, “Keep going like this and I might fall in love with you buddy.”

Kal’s thrusting stopped for a second and he thought that he crossed the line. An apology was ready at the tip of his lips but slipped out as a moan and a curse as Kal bit down on his shoulder and began thrusting with a vigor that had the bed creaking. He didn’t know if Kal was capable of thinking right now, but he was thankful that the marks being left were on his good shoulder instead of his bad one. Regardless, he held the sylveon as close to his body as he could while accepting every push of that tool radiating and throbbing with love and heat. The guilt that he had been pushing far inside of him seemed smothered by the pokemon’s passionate advances. Each thrust produced a whine now from the creature that seemed so close to blowing. The clues were in the constant throbbing inside of his rear, the thick tool pouring thin lines of pre that stained his insides and mixed with the lube. Another shove caught him off guard as he was stretched just a bit more with what sounded like a wet pop. He grunted and clung on tighter, eyes shut as he suddenly felt the heat of desire pooling inside of him as warm seed began to fill him.

Quietly he muttered, “That’s it, let it all out. I know you love her, I know she’ll never see you the same way that you look at her, but I’ll accept whatever it is you have to give me.”

While he was still being filled with that dreamy warmth, the sylveon began to shake. At first, he thought it was with pleasure, but then he felt drops of something wetting his shoulder and arm. He blinked and peered toward the pokemon just as fangs were brought away from his shoulder. Tears were streaming down from the sylveon’s face. That normally gruff and scruff expression marred by a crooked frown. Ian could feel his heart twisting. Had it not been enough? Had it only made the poor thing sadder? If it weren’t enough then he would do whatever it took to make Kal happy. Anything he could do, he would do it, and he would start by owning up to making this mistake and offering more. He opened his mouth to apologize but was faced with a kiss, a sharp one that made his shoulders jolt up before they relaxed slowly. Again and again, his lips were pecked.

And while Kal peppered his mouth with kisses, he heard in his mind whispered, “I love you.”

He gulped while receiving each kiss, the warmth flowing through him stopping despite the twitching of that shaft still going. Ian placed a hand at the back of the pokemon’s head and pressed their foreheads together while he uttered the truth from deep in his heart, “I love you too, kitten.”

The frown deepened at the nickname, but the sylveon simply sniffled and planted a kiss this time on his neck. He leaned back and breathed out to the air drowning in the warmth flooding him, and the heat pulsing against his body. It took a bit, but Kal pulled out stretching his rear out again, and he wondered if he would ever get used to that. His eyes were shut now, his chest rising and falling as his mind sorted through what happened, and finally properly registered the guilt. However, he didn’t have much time to think. He felt a tongue along the side of his shaft that had been bouncing back to life the entire time. His eyes opened slowly and he sat up to see his cock being lavished and worshiped by the tongue and maw of his sylveon. Kal’s bright eyes peered at him, a ribbon wrapped around the bottle of lube and held up toward him.

Breathing out, Ian took the lube digit by digit. When he had the bottle in his palm, he watched as Kal turned around and raised his tail and rear high into the air. Right, it wasn’t over yet. One hand squeezed out a healthy amount of lube onto the pokemon’s ass, ribbons spreading that plump rump apart allowing him to stare again at that plush hole that he had been licking before. Two of his fingers moved to press inside and he was surprised to see how easily they slid in, the sound of the sylveon moaning catching him off guard. His body trembled, drool building up in his mouth as his desires began to rise to the surface. Three fingers dipped inside and spread apart, the pokemon mewling and groaning aloud. Did Kal have more experience with this kind of thing? Or was his body just naturally this way? Regardless, these thoughts were soon discarded as he pulled his fingers out to grab his member in hand. He squeezed firmly while grasping the tail of the pokemon to lower his hips. The tip of his shaft kissed that plush star, his entire body shuddering as he began to slide on in.

Little by little those lovely hips began to drop, that rear rolling downward and those tight insides gripping onto his shaft. He sucked in a breath as he struggled not to take full control before he heard the voice again in his mind, “Why are you holding back, love? You’re mine and I’m yours, right? We can do whatever we want right now and for this week. Just enjoy it. Just enjoy me. Please.”

How could he say no to that? Both of his hands clasped onto those plump ass-cheeks, his hips rocking upward to slam all of his cock into that willing hole. The sylveon let out a squeak, his hands bringing the pokemon’s ass up before bringing it back down again. Kal trilled in pure delight, hips moving to help milk his cock as Ian cursed quietly over and over again. Guilt burned away yet again with lust as the kindling behind that fire. Here in the bed that his wife and himself shared every night he was pounding the ass of the pokemon they both cared about, and more than that, he had admitted his love for that very pokemon. To her, he was nothing more than a simple pet, but to him now he was part of the marriage. He slammed inside of that tight ass, his eyes focused on the back of the sylveon’s head. One of his hands moved up to grab onto the fluff that counted as his hair, his digits looping through it before he yanked back. The reaction was a gasp and a growl, but he did not stop thrusting, and did not stop pulling either.

“You said anything I want, right? So I’m breeding you and treating you like I would my wife. You’re fine with that right? Being married to me, yeah?” He said with his breaths flowing outward.

The answer came with a shudder through the body of the sylveon that he felt through their carnal connection. The pokemon’s insides also seemed to tighten further at the mention, his own hips pushing constantly to grind out his pleasure and desire. Kal’s body bounced with every thrust, his moans, and mewls growing louder as those growls from before disappeared. The pressure in his gut was already mounting, the desire in his shaft sending it bouncing against those inner walls, but still, he did not slow down as his sweaty form worked with all of his power to breed that tight hole. A few more thrusts and he could feel the heat slipping from his cock, he could feel his control fading as he cursed aloud once more. Hot cum filled the sylveon’s insides, raw and uninterrupted. He filled the sylveon just as he had been filled, and the grip at the back of the pokemon’s head began to soften.

He let out a breath that felt as if every little bit of heat was leaving his body as his fingers began to rub and push through the pokemon’s fur. The sylveon hummed happily, leaning against the touch. The morning was still on them, there were still things that needed to be done for the day, but he laid back and shut his eyes again just to let the glow of what had just happened wash over him. The insides that had been clinging so tight to him now released him, his eyes remaining closed until he felt a gentle tongue at his lips. He opened one tired eye to see the sylveon standing next to him, mouth hovering just a few inches away, and of course, he leaned in to share a loving kiss. Just until the wife got back. That’s it.

Ian found that the time they spent together was full of heat. Even if his shoulder hurt at times, his pokemon would still find a way to make a pleasant experience. The mornings, the evenings, and the middle of the day. Showers with lips locked together, dinner spent side-eying one another until the food was finished and thrust out the way for the table to be used as a makeshift bed. By the time his wife came back, the routine had settled in far too deeply. Another trip came sooner than expected, and both of them found themselves in the shower. Kal’s cheek was pressed against the glass door, his tongue sticking out with one eye closed as he peered back at the human. Ian grunted as he slid inside, his hips crashing forward immediately. The shower head was pointed away from them doing nothing but adding a constant hiss that struggled to drown out the clap of his hips striking the sylveon’s rear. His movements were shakier than usual, quicker too, and there was a good reason for that.

“Hey hon! Thanks for the food.” His wife’s voice appeared. Ian didn’t stop as she continued on in the very same room, the foggy glass keeping her from seeing what was happening as she continued on, “I’ll be gone a bit longer this time, but I’ve been so proud of how you two have gotten along! You even take showers together and that’s so damn precious.”

The sylveon’s ribbons were at the edge of the sliding door as if he were threatening to open it, that single eye peering back at him glowing as Ian thrust in faster while grunting, “No need to worry about us hun.”

Kal ran his tongue along the foggy glass creating a perfect little view-hole of what was happening near the bottom. It wasn’t just that either. The ribbons on the door were threatening to tug it open, to free what was happening under the protection of the water and steam. With a frown, he wrapped his arms around the little bastard’s chest and neck to lift him high up while using him like a sex toy. Despite the danger, despite his irritation, he could only feel his cock throbbing more in response to the stimulation. That little mutt knew exactly how to press his buttons. The sylveon opened his mouth wide but Ian managed to move the arm around the pokemon’s neck to instead keep his mouth shut. He let out a sharp hiss as fangs bit down on his hand, a little snicker escaping the pokemon.

“Hey, you okay? Did you hit yourself on something?”

Ian drove his cock in rougher while muttering, “We might get along, but I think Kal has a taste for me. He keeps biting.”

His wife clucked her tongue, “Well, I hope you two solve that while I’m gone again.”

“You should tell her to open the door and give you a kiss, tell her to close her eyes and let you paint her.” He heard the sylveon’s voice breathing out into his mind.

Despite his shuddering, despite the fact he knew it was wrong, Ian breathed out, “You know, Cass, you could always give me a proper kiss goodbye. Have a taste of me for the road.”

A little squeak escaped his wife, before she giggled, “Ian, dear, isn’t that a bit much with Kal right next to you? Though, I guess he sleeps in the room.” She then sighed, “No, no, I’ll want to do much more than that. So you’ll have to be satisfied with a kiss through the glass. Now, I’ve got to go, so bye bye!”

He heard the smack of his wife’s lips against the glass door and saw the imprint, but all he could do was grunt in reply as his orgasm struck him hard. The pokemon’s insides tightened like a vice milking him dry, the pokemon’s primal shaft bouncing and spraying out Kal’s desire against the glass door painting just where his wife’s lips were still pressed. When the foggy image of his wife moved away, he sat on the white tiles of the floor and shut his eyes tight. Kal lapped along the spots he had bitten on his fingers. They both heard the door open and then shut, neither of them moving as they drank in the warmth of what they had done.

Quietly, he addressed the sylveon, “You need to be a bit nicer.”

The sylveon sniffed, the voice in his mind stronger than ever, “Why would I? When we both love these games so much. When it makes you so much rougher, so much more dominant.”

He placed his chin atop the pokemon’s head while sniffing, “Guess that means you’ve given up on my wife, huh?”

A little snort escaped the pokemon as the voice purred, “Not at all. I might love you now, but she was still the one that awakened my heart. Why would I ever give up on your wife?”

Despite what had been said, a small smile etched itself on his expression as he reached up to grab the sylveon’s cheek and squeeze, “All right, buddy. Don’t get your hopes up.” Ian then leaned down to plant a kiss on the pokemon’s ear, words coming as a whisper, “And whenever you get frustrated with how much you fail, you can always grind out some of that heat with me.”

He could feel the warmth of the pokemon growing despite the heat of the steam surrounding them. Ian let go of Kal, and the pokemon turned to climb onto his lap with a sweet purr. Their lips met for a gentle kiss while his hand stroked through the fur of the sylveon’s cheek. Both of their eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit bathroom, the heat of the water nothing compared to what they shared. Their tongues mixed together and all he could feel was a swelling love from deep within. He still cared about his wife, and he still wanted the love of his wife as well, but now there was something more in the house that needed to tend to. He thought of all the times he had only given pity to this pokemon so full of love and life, and he found that he felt sad because of it. There was nothing that he could do about the love that Kal had for his wife, but at the very least Ian could give him a portion of his heart, and his body. That being said, he found that he was growing more lustful nowadays even with the pokemon’s help. He had thought that his desires would lessen over time, but having a new outlet simply gave him ways to experiment, and at the same time, he had to wonder if those glowing eyes were boring into him, were tearing into his very being, and corrupting him. If that were the case, then he would gladly accept it. He could feel the throbbing heat of the pokemon pressing against his body as if letting him know that he wanted more. Ian would become a slave to that desire if he wasn’t careful, but in a way, it felt like he had a purpose again. He wondered if his pokemon lover felt the same way. and as their lips parted he breathed out to let his voice join the steam.

“I love you.”

#Pokephilia #erotica #romance #sylveon

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Mistaken Night

Summary: Winter can be a lonely time of year, and it is better shared with a friend, but a quiet misunderstanding leads to crossed lips and excited yearning. A mistake is not always a bad thing. 18 +

Winter flowed over Lungmen in shades of deep gray and white. Thick clouds meandered over the nomadic city covering the moon entirely while flakes of snow trailed downward to frost concrete buildings and sidewalks alike. The crowds from above traveled in tight groups wearing heavy coats and scarves, clothes keeping them insulated from the chill of Winter. Even in the cold, the people in Lungmen continued with business as usual. Neon lights trailed through the commercial districts providing no warmth, but a little direction toward the little places where folk could find what they needed. Steam flowed from kiosks, stalls, and carts selling the local flavor of the streets and providing warmth to whoever sat down for a little word or two. Lungmen bloomed even in the snow, life pulsing even in the quietest corners. A feline wandered through the crowds at a steady pace, no one disturbing her as she weaved through the thicket of people. She wore rounded glasses covering amber eyes, a long coat cloaking most of her form while heavy boots padded through the snowy sidewalk and streets. There were a few people in the stalls who waved to her, and she gave a small smile and nod in return while passing by. She wandered over bridges with a drunken man about to tip over into a body of water, and she caught him right before he fell with one hand. As she pulled him onto his feet and dusted him off, she lectured him until the red of his cheeks had faded just a little bit, but even then he simply laughed and thanked her before trotting off with a little stumble. With a sigh, she ran a hand through her tousled hair to get rid of the snow from the orange, black, and white before she turned her tail and continued walking. The stores were brighter than ever this time of year, the warm lights pouring out of the windows glowing against the snowflakes falling all around. Mr. Lee had told her to go out and enjoy herself while he took care of business for a few days, but that had left her with very little to do. She liked working, and she enjoyed training, but his express instructions had been to take a break. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the consideration, at the same time, she didn’t like being idle. No classes. No detective work. And Mr. Lee had even told her to take it easy on the sparring, so no training. She might’ve appreciated the vacation a bit more if Mr. Lee had been with her to ease some of this boredom, but he had to go off by himself on something she could have been helping with. Of course, she wasn’t bitter, not even a little, but she couldn’t help but pout internally just a bit. Hung and Aak had decided to have a lazy day, and evening, and she had gotten restless even trying to keep up with that amount of nothing, so here she was. Out and about walking through Lungmen hoping to find something to do.

With a sigh pointed toward the heavens, she found herself ready to go back and force her friends into any sort of activity at all when she heard a crash from around a corner. Her ears perked, her pupils honing in on the direction of the sound before they grew. Waai Fu moved quietly, the snow barely disturbed under her steps as she rounded the corner into an alleyway. She kept on moving down the long alley, the only light a single lamp hanging above a door. Her steps stopped at the edge of the corner, her ears poking out slowly before her eyes looked out toward the scene unfolding before her.

A cart sat near a wall glowing with a few warm lights hanging above it. The smell of clean oil and fried seafood wafted over to her, but what she noticed most was the fact that there were several men standing in front of the cart that did not look like customers. One of them stood at the front of the cart obscuring the view of the owner, one hand holding a knife, the other slammed onto the metallic surface of the cart. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned around the corner just a bit, the voices becoming a bit more clear as her ears focused on the words trailing through the air.

“Whose your boss? A suspicious lookin’ fella like you out in the dark must be doin’ something shady. Either way, this territory doesn’t belong to you, and you need to pay up if you want to operate here.” Came the gruff response of the tiger making the threats.

There was a response from the owner of the cart too quiet for her to hear, made even more difficult to hear as the tiger slammed his hand on the cart again.

“Just selling food? The fuck you expect us to believe that when you picked such a shady location while lookin’ like that? So, how about you put down your knife and pay up for doing business in our neck of the woods?”

That was all she needed to hear. Violence between two rival gangs could not be allowed to go unpunished, and more so if one of them was trying to impersonate a regular food cart. What would happen if someone stumbled on this expecting food only to find drugs, or who knows what? Waai Fu could see Mr. Lee chiding her with a wagging finger and a small smirk already, and could hear him clearly saying that he had told her to take a break, but justice did not rest. She opened her coat and pushed her hands through the inner pockets to pull out a pair of knives with knuckle dusters rounding her fingers and without hesitation, Waai Fu charged into the fray.

“The fuck you mean just a chef’s knife? That thing looks nastier than the little pig sticker I got in my hand right now!”

A loud crack interrupted the conversation, Waai Fu’s boot connecting squarely with the tiger’s chin sending him sprawling across the floor. Everyone in attendance stood in shock before they began fumbling in their pockets for weapons. She darted through the small crowd and smashed a fist into the gut of a woman pulling out a crossbow before she turned to duck a bat being swung by a slab of yelling meat. She leaped into the air with her knee raised and struck him in the chest and he crumpled to the floor wheezing now instead of yelling. The others looked shaken after three of their own had been taken down, but a rather brave girl with a short sword came charging in. Waai Fu ducked and darted, raising her fist to deflect a few blows with her knives before she returned fire with a flurry of her own. She couldn’t let any of them recover, couldn’t let any of them realize that she was only one girl in the middle of a bunch of thugs. Her leg lashed out as she turned while avoiding a vertical slice, her heel colliding with the girl’s cheek sending her crashing into the cart. When she turned again, the rest of the group were picking up their wounded and dragging them away. This was her element, this was where she thrived, and already it seemed like it was over. That being said, this wasn’t for entertainment, this was a genuine street brawl and one that she needed to take seriously. She relaxed for a moment only to tense as she turned in time to watch the girl get up, before the sword flew from her hands landing harmlessly in the snow. As the final assailant fell over, she prepared herself to face the one that would be brave enough to help her knowing that no amount of help would be enough to stop her from doling out justice. A kindness could be repaid with a word or two at the very least. As she brought her fists up into a stance and peered at the visage of the owner of the cart to address whoever it was, her entire body froze. She frowned, the expression dipping lower as she relaxed and put away her weapons.

Waving at her with a meek little arc was a very familiar face, half of which was hidden by the neck of a coat. She took a deep breath and while she buttoned up, exhaled, “I see. So at the center of trouble I find you, again, in a dangerous little corner just asking for everything to go wrong.”

A little smile peaked over the collar of the coat as her friend Jaye replied quietly, “That seems to be the case. All I came here to do was sell a little food to the workers that come out the warehouses nearby. Figured they’d appreciate it, and they did.”

Despite herself, Waai Fu smiled while leaning over the cart, “And you got mistaken for a shady individual again.”

He rubbed his head, his tiny smile fading beyond her sight while his silver eyes peered elsewhere. Jaye was a humanoid ursus with pallid skin and hair like rain clouds rounded by two ursine ears shaded in a similar color. His eyes were always underlined with dark circles, and even now in this jovial conversation, he had a quiet and somehow dangerous aura about him. Was it the fact that his neutral stare looked so piercing? Or the fact that he held a chef’s knife in a manner that suggested he had some martial training? Regardless, Waai Fu knew that he was an honest fellow with honest goals in mind, but that certainly did not stop him from getting into trouble.

“So what brings you around?” Jaye said, cutting through the silence.

Adrenaline fading from the initial encounter, she pushes her boot through a pile of snow while sniffing, “Oh, you know. Mr. Lee gave me a bit of time off, and so I figured I’d take a walk around and see if anything interested me in the shops.”

Jaye set his knife down and set his arms at the edge of the cart, “So you’re bored?”

She frowned and thought about arguing with that, before she simply sighed, “Yes. Entirely. I don’t like being idle. Mr. Lee is probably going to tut-tut me about fighting on my day off, but sitting still doesn’t suit me unless I’ve done something to warrant it.” She then scoffed, “And the nerve of him! He told Rhodes Island I was on a week of rest and relaxation so they won’t sign me on for any missions.” Her arms crossed while she shut her eyes and muttered her last bit of irritation, “He even went off on his own on a job telling us that he’d handle it on his own.”

A hum escaped her friend, one of her eyes opening to peer at him, “Must be lonely without Mr. Lee around. Aak and Hung must be feeling the same way on the inside somewhere. You four are pretty tight-knit, after all.”

Jaye’s passive face and small smile made it difficult to argue and fuss, so instead, she blew out, “Yeah, you’re not wrong. If we’re taking a break, then he should be too. I’m more worried when he actually takes the initiative instead of just leaving it to us, because usually that means he’s handling something that he thinks is bigger than us. That, and well, yeah. He’s kind of like family. They all are.”

“And you’re bored out of your mind without something to do because the other two are lazing about.” Said Jaye with a nod.

Despite her mounting irritation, she smiled while responding, “Yes. I’m extremely bored.” While tilting her head and looking toward her friend, she notes aloud, “And I can’t help but notice that you aren’t all that busy right now.”

Jaye looks down at his pristine-looking cart and tools before nodding, “I just got done cleaning everything before I got mistaken for a criminal again.”

She rubbed at the back of her head while looking away, “Hm, well, I saw a little cafe a few blocks back out of this corner. Would you want to go?”

For a moment, Jaye froze before beginning quietly, “Just us two?”

“Yes. If Mr. Lee really wants me to take it easy then I might as well enjoy my evening with someone, and well, relax at a nice place.” She said with a sigh.

Jaye rubbed his neck while muttering, “Guess that sounds nice does seem a bit like a—.”

Waai Fu claps her hands together before he could finish, “Perfect. Now then, let’s get going before your friend sleeping next to your cart wakes up.”

She motions toward the unconscious woman and the discarded short blade while Jaye nods slowly and pockets his knife in his coat before stepping around the cart. That was one reason why people thought Jaye was a bit suspicious. Even when he wasn’t at his cart, he had his knife with him at all times and that thing did look sharper than any chef’s knife had any right to be. If only it were just the knife. Jaye didn’t just know how to cut and clean fish with that thing, he knew how to use it as an effective weapon in a manner that suggested he had been trained. Even she respected his skill with it, but Jaye seemed oblivious to this fact, making her wonder if the one who had taught him had done it without his knowledge somehow. Regardless, to her, Jaye was just another life in Lungmen trying to get to where he wanted to be, another innocent soul that belonged to these streets. He was a good friend, and she would treasure this evening with him, even if he seemed a bit flustered right now for some reason.

As they stepped back over the bridge and headed onward toward the stores and lights surrounded by little crowds, Waai Fu began sifting through something Jaye had said. Lonely. Yeah, she was a bit lonely. It always felt that way when Mr. Lee was gone, always felt that way when any of her loved ones were away, but there were certain things that simple friends could not satisfy. She wanted to wake up in the arms of another during this type of cold, to sip something warm while leaning against another bare body while occasionally parting from the mug to share little kisses. Typically, she had her work to focus on, had university to worry about, and without any of that, she could spend time on overthinking. She would rather not be found drunk in Mr. Lee’s office again bemoaning her absent bastard of a father, and she didn’t want to bother Mr. Lee with her small problems, so she would find her own way to break through this loneliness even if she was annoyed with him for leaving without giving her the chance to follow. In truth, she didn’t know many people that she could relax with on a more intimate level. The Rhodes Island folk were nice but she didn’t know any of them in that manner, and well, Aak and Hung were like family to her and it would be extremely embarrassing to go to either of them with this. She wouldn’t hate it, but her pride was a fickle and stupid thing. Even now she could have asked Jaye on a proper date, but instead, she had just asked if he wanted some coffee. Now that she thought about it, Jaye probably would have been into the idea of doing something more intimate if she asked, but asking for something like that out of the blue would make her seem desperate, and it would embarrass her to no end.

Her thoughts must have been leaking into her expression. It surely must have been because Jaye’s voice soon appeared with a gentle touch on her shoulder, “Hey, hey there. You okay? You’ve been staring blankly into the sky this entire time.”

Hm, so she had. Perhaps she was just a little bit too into her own thoughts, and so she decided to break out of them and breathe out, “Sorry about that. Just thinking about how dull this Winter has been.”

“Must really be that dull for you to fall asleep while standing up. You’re a bit more alert than that, aren’t you?” Jaye muttered.

She looked toward him with a sharp frown, her arms crossed, “I did not fall asleep while standing up.”

A small smile peeked out the collar of his coat as he pointed with a thumb toward something outside of her vision, “Yup, you fell asleep while leading the way.”

Waai Fu followed the direction of his pointing thumb to see the cafe standing in front of them. She placed a hand on the glass door and huffed, “Like I said, I was lost in thought, not asleep. If something had happened then I would have been perfectly alert.”

Jaye chuckled quietly, “I know. Anyone walking with you is always safe. That’s never a concern, but I did worry that you might hit your chin if you kept on looking up. Wanna talk about what’s on your mind?”

She looked at him and thought about it for a moment, thought about actually saying it outwardly, but instead, she brought a finger up to her glasses to straighten them before pushing through the front door, “I’ll think about it.”

The interior of the cafe was awash in styling from far-off cultures. The floors and walls were made of darkened woods, the tables a lighter sheen. Lungmen welcomed anyone regardless of who they had been or who they were, and this place was no different selling coffee from Bolivar. Alongside the scent of roasted and rich coffee, were the sweetened smells of various pastries that were displayed near the front behind a veil of glass. She could hear cups being set down, clinking with their tinny noise joined by the general buzz of people carrying on quiet conversations. This wasn’t a fancy restaurant, but even then there was a tiny woman with canine ears there to take them to a table with a big smile, and a menu each. They sat by the window together, and her eyes peered out toward the snowy gloom for a moment before she turned her attention toward ordering something.

Their steaming mugs came not long after they ordered. For herself, she got something sweet and yet bitter, filled with chocolate and covered by a layer of cream making her wonder if it was coffee at all, but when she pulled it up to her face she could clearly smell that rich flavor waiting for her to take a sip once it cooled a little bit. She raised her eyes to see that Jaye had a similar mixture, but even from where she sat she could smell something like cinnamon. Oddly enough, there was something off about him still. He had seemed flustered when she asked him to go to the cafe, and though that had faded during his little moment of concern for her, his eyes were averted and his cheeks were flushed with just a little pink yet again.

When about half of their mugs had been drained, Jaye asked quietly, “So, what were you thinking about?”

Her ears twitched, and her eyes shut as she held her mug in two hands, “What was I thinking about? Guess you’re watching me just a bit too closely, huh?” When he began to mutter out an excuse, she smiled and cut him off, “It’s fine. I’m glad that you’re paying attention, and that you care enough to listen even when I’m not saying anything. We already talked about it briefly.”

As she opened an eye to peer at him, Jaye set his mug down, fingers tapping the rim as he hummed, “Bored and lonely, was that it?”

Waai Fu didn’t mention what else she had been thinking, but she nodded with a sigh, “Yes. That’s all. Although, I’ll say I’m glad to spend time with you. There aren’t many people that I can just sit with. Most seem to be intimidated by me, and even if you were, you certainly don’t show it.”

Jaye shrugs while peering away, “Can’t say that I don’t know what it's like with people being intimidated for no reason, but uh, well. You’re a good friend. You’ve sat with me while I’ve sold my goods, talked with me, and helped me run the cart a few times too. It isn’t just helping me out with people harassing me. You’re a good person and well, I’m glad we have this chance even if I feel a bit awkward about it.”

She blinked and tilted her head, “Awkward, why would you feel awkward about this outing?”

Their eyes met for a moment, and she set her mug down slowly as he reached over to grab her hand, squeezing gingerly. He got up from his seat while muttering, “Maybe you’re right.”

Her entire body froze, the fur of her tail frizzing as he clutched her hand tight and leaned in close enough that they were just mere breaths apart. He stopped for a few seconds as if thinking about what he was doing, before he set his lips against hers. Thoughts burned through her mind fast enough that she could not process them, her heart thumping quicker for each second spent locked in this warm embrace. His thumb passing over the top of her hand added a mild electric addition to the kiss that had her trembling for just a second before she reigned it in. When he pulled his mouth away, they watched each other for a few seconds before the fluster returned to his face, red and bright.

“Was that too much for a first date?” He asked quietly.

Waai Fu realized the implications that he had been suggesting before, but now it was too late to make any corrections. Even then, she should make some sort of correction. She opened her mouth a few times before finally shaking her head, “Not at all, but Jaye. I think you need to understand that I didn’t take you out on a date. I just wanted a bit of company.” Before he pulled away, she held onto his hand and leaned up while whispering, “But that bravery of yours is something I will treasure this evening.”

And their lips locked again. Firmer this time, her own passion pushed into it now that she wasn't surprised. Her other hand moved to touch his cheek still warm with the heat of the mug she had been holding. She could taste cinnamon and coffee, heat and quiet desire, salt and sugar mixing together in the loveliest of ways. Their lips finally parted with a thin clear line snapping between them. Every single sound had been deafened in the cafe during their kiss, and as they had parted, each sound began to come alive again, making her realize where they were.

She leaned back in her seat as Jaye returned to his. Jaye unbuttoned his coat and fidgeted a few times as if uncomfortable from the sudden warmth of their interaction. She brought her mug up to her mouth and peered out the window while wondering just how stupid she was for taking it that far. He thought it had been a first date, and he thought that it would be their first kiss together, and now she had tainted it with something a bit more heated than that, but even still she wanted more and found herself smiling from the energy building within her. Honesty was the best policy. She continued to smile as she finished the rest of her coffee, setting it down slowly before she made a decision aloud.

“This isn’t a date, I never meant for it to be that, but I did think about asking you for something more intimate than that.”

“More intimate than a date?” He muttered quietly.

She shrugged, a small smirk on her lips despite the warmth on her cheeks growing, “Like you said, I’m lonely and bored tonight, and like I said, I don’t know many people who aren’t intimidated by me. So I was hoping to ask for something that could keep me entertained until the morning, but I might’ve been a bit too embarrassed.” Waai Fu then winked, “But that little kiss of yours ignited something within me.”

Jaye looked down at his mug, parsing what she was saying bit by bit until recognition spread across his face in the form of a crimson fluster, his mouth opening to utter, “You’d really want to do that with me?”

Waai Fu nodded, “Why not? We’ve known each other a while, and you’re a good friend of mine.”

“And you’re too embarrassed to ask Hung or Aak.” He added bluntly.

Her smirk turned into a small frown as she crossed her arms, “They’d never let me live it down.” She then breathed out as she relaxed, her hands again touching the rim of her mug, “So, will you play with me tonight?”

His answer came in the form of his hand atop hers again for a brief moment. Jaye got up from his seat, fingers working to get the buttons of his coat back on, and she rose to join him. Together, they paid for their drinks at the front before stepping out in the cold again. It felt just a bit more intense thanks to the heat of the cafe, and the warmth of the moment that had visited them. They stood for a little bit just outside the cafe hand in hand, his warmth pulsing against her digits. So she had popped the question, he hadn’t given her a proper answer, but they were standing here hand in hand.

“A hotel?” He asked quietly.

She nodded, “That’d be perfect, but—”

When he raised a brow toward her to see what she meant, she squeezed his hand just a bit tighter and brought him around the corner of the cafe and into a darkened alley. She pulled him just enough so they were out of sight before she clasped his face in her hands and pressed his mouth to hers. The heat that she had felt from just those two short kisses had been too much. She needed something right now to satiate her appetite before they kept on moving. That taste of cinnamon again ran across her tongue, their lips melded together as his hands began to grope and grasp along her coat. He found his way just under her coat where her hips awaited, her tail flicking back and forth as he pushed back against her kiss and dipped his tongue into her mouth. What warmth she secured was not enough.

Both of her hands moved up along her front to undo the buttons of her coat, letting it open as she pressed closer to him. His eyes peered open wide for a second before turning back to those same tired half-moons she knew so well. Tongue to tongue, lip to lip they remained for a few more seconds before they parted once more to breathe. Her shoulders were tensed, her chest rising and falling. His hands were still at her hips trembling just a bit while her digits drifted to begin unbuttoning his coat the same way she had done for her own, and he remained still while she kissed his cheek and ear, a purr escaping her. When she opened his coat, she let her hand drift between his legs to press against the firmness of his arousal, her digits tracing the length of that growing bulge while she allowed the heat to take her.

Coats opened, gazes locked together; she breathed in and then out. Waai Fu kept her fingers between his legs, but she took a step back and blew out, “Sorry, I got a little bit carried away there.”

Jaye’s hands remained on her hips while he caught his breath, words in between huffs, “Apology not required, but I mean, it seems a bit risky, right? Just doing it out here like this?”

She had to smile just a bit, her cheeks burning a bit more as she muttered, “Did you think I was going to go all the way out here?”

He grimaced and looked away while muttering, “With how intense you were, yeah, kind of.”

Fingers tightening around his bulge, Waai Fu purred, “And would you have tried to stop me?”

When he didn’t say anything at all, mischief and passion began to rise inside of her as she began working the fly of his pants. The zipper came down slowly, and yet, he did not stop her. Next, her fingers pulled apart the button locking his fly together before she spread it all apart. She dipped her hand into his pants and hooked onto his boxers tugging it down to let his cock out into the cool air between them. He shuddered while she did this, while she stared at his throbbing shaft, and her heart raced. This was an act of pure indecency, but her passion had gotten the better of her, her excitement burning to new heights as she found someone to meld with. It wasn’t just that either. Jaye was normally so passive, so quiet, but his cheeks were in full bloom, his mouth ajar letting little puffs of steam out into the air.

Quietly, she muttered, “Ask me to suck your dick. Don’t chicken out now.”

Jaye’s ears perked, but instead of faltering, he breathed out, “Get down and suck my dick before someone sees us.”

A small smile curved at the corner of her mouth as she crouched down, a few words escaping her with mock irritation, “Such a pervert making me do this out in the open. Any other requests before I get this over with?”

“Lift your sweater and show me your chest.” He said without faltering.

It seemed as though he had regained enough composure to return to that quiet and calm disposition even in this situation. Perhaps he thought she wouldn’t do it. Breathing out mist and lust just a few inches away from his cock, Waai Fu fidgeted with her coat and the sweater underneath, getting her arms through and her hands behind her to unhook her bra. She could feel the sounds of the world growing more intense, the steps outside of the alley crunching just a bit louder as she slipped her arms through the loops of her bra. As she tugged her sweater up and pulled her bra away, her chest fell free against the chilly air. Waai Fu’s breasts weren’t huge, but they were perked and just big enough to fit in the palms of someone’s hands.

The mist flowing from his mouth seemed to increase, one of his arms tucked under his chest, the other jutting upward with his hand holding onto his mouth as if he could stifle the heat flowing from his lips. His cheeks were scarlet, his eyes peering down at her with an intensity that she had not expected. Her hand slowly grasped onto his shaft, her mouth planting a kiss on the tip.

And with that kiss, she purred, “There’s no need to hold back. I’m strong, remember?”

Though he shuddered again, one of his hands moved to loop digits through her hair at the back of her hair while she began her work in earnest. One claw lowered his boxers just a bit more to reveal his balls while her mouth began planting kisses along the side of his member. Each inch of heat was traced by her mouth until she got to the base. Her tongue slipped out, mist flowing from her maw as she trailed all the way back up to the tip of his cock before heading back down again. She repeated this a few times before heading down to his balls. Each orb was lifted by her tongue before she suckled on them, the silver fuzz of his sac doing nothing to deter her as she drank in that warmth radiating off of him. His fingers tensed through her hair as she did this before tightening further as she grabbed hold of his cock to begin stroking it gingerly. While her fingers moved, she pressed her nose to the base of his shaft around the side while her tongue idled against his balls letting drool serve as her lube for his pleasure. At the same time, she used this slow pace to observe his shaft and take in every little detail. Not the biggest she had, but the girth pulsed against her hand and she wondered how much he would stretch her. At the same time, she drew in the heat of his cock through her nostrils, that warmth bubbling in her core as she kept her nose to his shaft. Rich scents of coffee still lingered around him, but there were hints of salt and work there on him, of the kitchen clinging to him even under his clothes. His work ethic had always been respectable, and catching it clearly even hints of his scent made her smile as she continued working his shaft.

The movements of her hand were slow and deliberate, gentle before squeezing at the tip. She repeated these motions even though they were out in public, even though her heart was beating just a bit faster because of that fact. Sure, it added a little bit of intrigue to what they were doing, but for her, it was Jaye’s reaction that sold this. She peered up on occasion to see him fidgeting about, the mist of his breath flowing as he turned his head to the opening of the alley before peering back down at her. Once more he looked away, and with that, she decided to speed things up a bit just for him. Her hand moved off of his shaft, her lips crawling to the tip of his cock bit by bit. She closed her mouth over the tip and shut her eyes, her body trembling while her hands moved between her legs. Button and zipper were taken care of easily, her digits sliding along her crotch to head down and between her legs to slide inside her heat to pleasure herself as she bobbed her head down to take half of his cock into her mouth. The throbbing of his warmth against her tongue sent shivers through her body while her fingers dug deep inside of herself. Two, for now, slid inside rolling and twisting against her inner walls producing little pulses of pleasure. While her eyes were closed and while she moved her mouth over his thick shaft, she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have him inside of her raw.

Waai Fu brought a few more inches of his shaft into her mouth, a part of her wanting to pull away to ask if he’d like to dip his cock inside of her cunt instead of her throat, but instead, she kept on bobbing her head back and forth with her tongue pressed firmly against the bottom of his shaft. His breaths came with little gasps and huffs, his hand at the back of her head tensed and moved around one of her ears to grip tightly before he tugged. Her nose met his crotch earlier than she had expected, but she didn’t gag, and certainly wasn’t complaining as she kept her eyes closed. Slowly, she brought her head back before starting a steady rhythm, that rhythm interrupted whenever he grunted and yanked her head back down again. Each one of those yanks was rewarded with faster movement, a line of warm pre painting her tongue making her wonder just how close he was. That little emission drove her fantasies as she thought of getting up right now and bending over for him, as she thought of the possibility of pushing him down and riding him until he blew his load inside of her. The right thing to do was to suggest a condom, but she already knew what she liked, and what she enjoyed was being filled to the brim with heat and passion alike.

The same accounted for what was in her mouth. Waai Fu loved the heat of his shaft throbbing against her tongue, loved the feeling of his hips occasionally pushing, his fingers tightening before tugging on her ear and hair. Her pace stopped as she found her head being held in place, his cock twitching wildly against her tongue. Was he about to finish? Instead, he pulled her mouth up and away slowly, his hand moving to her cheek. She kept her tongue out against the tip of his shaft, warm drool dripping onto it. One eye opened to peer up at him, to see that one of his hands was pumping his cock against her tongue. With her fingers digging deep inside of her, with her legs shivering from the pleasure as he prepared to paint her mouth and tongue; she could get up right now and ask him to paint her insides instead.

Right now, she needed to get up right now, but as her desires rose above common sense, his climax began. Heated cum painted her drooling tongue, her eyes growing wide before simmering shut. She shuddered, her fingers moving into her cunt faster while she collected every drop of his seed onto her tongue. Her mouth was open wide toward him, her drool dripping to the ground below them while her chest rose and fell quickly. When he finished, she looked up at him with hazy lust in her eyes. Slowly, she closed her mouth and swallowed that sticky warmth that clung to her throat, and then she rose. She stood while her fingers continued working inside of herself, her mouth clamping over his for a firm kiss that was harder than she intended. His hand remained at her ear, but the tightness could not stop her from getting a kiss to ease the burning inside of her for just a moment.

When she pulled away with a sticky smack of lip on lip, she breathed out, “Little bit more and I would have asked you to fill me.”

Jaye shuddered, his hand cupping her cheek before his thumb slid over her lips. As she closed her mouth over his thumb while purring, Jaye breathed out quietly, “Still want to head to that hotel, right?”

And with one more shared glance, they separated. Clothes were fixed in haste. The cold of the evening kept away by hands held together and bodies pressed close as they stepped out into the evening again while doing their best to appear as unflustered as possible. In truth, the heat was almost unbearable now, the gentle chill of the Winter night now an icy kiss wherever she was exposed. Soon that icy kiss ended as they found a hotel to stay at. It was a bit more expensive than she had expected, or wanted, but upon seeing Jaye the worker at the lobby gave them a heavy discount. This time, it wasn’t because Jaye seemed like such a frightening fellow. No, it was because the man simply appreciated eating Jaye’s food after getting off work. A warming moment for a heated evening, but one that held little interest to her as they got into the elevator of the tall building. Twenty floors before they would get to their suite.

They were alone under a buzzing light, alone with the cold of the Winter gone and the heat of their bodies pulsing. The second floor came at such a slow crawl, part of her had to wonder whether or not the elevator was defective as it lumbered onto the third floor. Quietly, she leaned against the wall while her tail twitched, her mouth held in a firm line while she tried to repeat to herself in her mind that patience was a virtue. That being said, Jaye seemed to be holding up just the same. His foot tapped on occasion, and his eyes occasionally darted toward her before pointing at the doors. They passed the third floor and then eventually the fourth floor, and she pressed the back of her head to the wall and looked up seeking strength in the lights. Jaye’s attention was fixed on the door now, but the tapping of his foot had become a regular twitch, and she wondered just how wound up he was. The kiss they had shared had been enough to make him hard again, and she couldn’t help but grope a few times while they were walking through the crowds.

With a small smile, her hands began trembling down toward her pants as she leaned back against the rail of the elevator. Lust and heat dominated her thoughts as she unbuttoned her pants before unzipping them slowly. Jaye turned his attention toward the sound and his cheeks flushed scarlet as she lowered her pants and underwear enough to show the white fluff of her crotch, and the warm slit waiting beneath. She trailed a finger against the slickness, showing him the glisten of her arousal before spreading to show her darkened insides glowing against the light hanging above.

“All that heat.” She began with a breath, “Every drop of what you poured onto my tongue could have gone in here instead.” Her digits dipped inside of herself again, one and then two as she shuddered, “I don’t think I can wait twenty floors for my own pleasure.”

Jaye remained flushed, his words coming with the same quiet calm despite the red of his cheeks, “And did you want me to help, or should I just watch?”

She blinked, expression neutral before she smiled. Had that been a little mischief in his tone? Regardless, she answered with a breathy sigh while pushing her fingers deep inside of herself, “You should be able to take initiative for yourself. I don’t need to tell you what to do.”

Her fingers twisted and rolled inside of her, grinding against her inner walls before slipping out, repeating the same motions to work the right spots while Jaye watched. Part of her expected him to pull out his cock right now, and in fact, she wanted to say that he should, but what little pride she had left kept her lips clamped shut while she pleasured herself. The sound of the elevator reaching another floor came with a dull chime, that noise sending shivers down her spine as her fingers worked just a bit faster. She pulled her digits out and spread her insides for him, repeating this over and over again whenever she pulled out before she got to work again. As dangerous as it was, she needed more room to maneuver, and so she pushed her pants all the way down to her ankles along with her panties. Her fingers dipped back inside, spreading within before pulling out again. Another dull chime and her heart jumped into her throat as the doors slid open. Both of them jolted with their eyes facing the open gateway to a floor that they didn’t need to step out into, but luckily for her; no one was there. Her chest heaved, and her breath released as she pulled her shaky fingers out of her cunt and leaned back with her head pointing upward.

“P-perhaps I should stop and think about what I’m doing.” Her voice stammered and shook into the air.

As she drew her head back down to focus on fixing her pants, Jaye was suddenly at her front with his hands on her inner thighs, his words muttered quickly under heated breaths, “Let me help then.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but already he had moved a set of digits to hook inside of her, to push and drag at her inner walls while his lips were planted to her neck. A curse escaped her, back arching as she grabbed onto his back and dug her claws in. She made a little mental note to get him a new coat after all of this was over, and groaned as her insides were dug into. A sudden turn had him stopping, her body shuddering trying to figure out what was happening before she watched him lower himself. His mouth struck her cunt, warmth blossoming throughout her body as his tongue slid out and along her heat. His fingers still moved inside of her, a thumb pressing through the top to roll around in little circles. She could feel the pressure building, her hands that had been on his back now grasping onto his head to bring him closer, to grind out that pleasure that she so desperately needed. At the same time, embarrassment barreled through her alongside the lust. If Hung, Aak or even Mr. Lee saw her like this then she would perish on the spot, and at the same time, she knew if she were ever in this position near any of them that lust would have taken over her and embarrassment would be a far off concern.

The pressure within continued to rise, her toes clenching, one of her legs tugging back hard enough to free itself from her pants boot and all. She wrapped that leg around his shoulders and brought him in closer, groaning aloud her approval as her orgasm gushing and tightened around his fingers. He continued licking without complaint, his tongue moving to her crotch now smoothing over fuzz and leaving a cool trail of spit mixed with her arousal.

“Ah, I can’t believe we did that.” She purred aloud.

Her hold loosened as Jaye slipped free and cleared his throat, “Same. Maybe next time we could wait until we have some safe privacy, though? Not sure my heart could take it time and time again.”

Waai Fu brushed strands of hair from her eyes before working on fixing her pants, struggling a bit with the leg while she grunted, “No promises, but honestly, I think you should be a bit more adventurous. You have a young lady here in such a lustful state that she’s embarrassing herself non-stop. As a hot blooded ursus like yourself, you should be making a few more commands and acting on your own desires.”

As she zipped her pants up, she looked toward Jaye who was simply smiling just a bit, “I always find it hard to keep up with you, so I don’t think I can meet your expectations on that one, but I have the endurance to keep going with whatever you want every single time.”

She crossed her arms, her tail curling around the elevator room’s rail while she hummed, “I suppose I’ll have to be the hot-blooded one as usual.”

Jaye looked toward the door and shrugged, “Just be careful about going overboard.”

Despite the tease, she smiled and settled next to him, shoulder to shoulder while they both waited for the twentieth floor to come for them. They arrived at a hall with a long stretch of dark carpet waiting for them to cross. Their steps were quiet but quick, her own heart thumping just a bit faster as they approached the room. The door opened with a beep as they presented their card to the reader near the door, and they stepped inside. She shrugged out of her coat and tossed it to the side while peering around the room. A bed near the center, a screen hanging on the wall. The lights flicked on with the same warm glow as the rest of the hotel's lighting, and the floor was soft carpet. When the door shut behind her, she grasped the hem of her sweater to start stripping.

As she tossed her sweater down to where her coat was, she turned and looked toward Jaye, “Come on, let’s get this started.”

Boots were kicked aside along with the socks, whatever else she wore following all cast aside revealing her toned form. Jaye gawked with wide eyes, but as she crossed her arms and smirked, he began stripping as well. Every little article of clothing was removed until he stood in the nude firm and at attention. His body was just as trained as her own, with firm muscle here and there only interrupted by the softness of his stomach. She knew that there was strength under that as well, and all of it was formed out of hard labor. There had been a few times where they had worked together with Rhodes Island on missions, so she knew that his body was for more than just show, but even still she admired the fact that this form of his was entirely for the purpose of being a simple street chef.

Again, she would have loved it if he had a bit more fire in him, but she still cherished every second of this. She stepped toward him once he stood fully in the nude, her hand touching the top of his already firm shaft before she moved her digits to grasp his hand. Their lips met for just a second, for a kiss far too brief, and she parted while stepping back toward the bed inviting him for an evening together hiding from the Winter’s chill.

Waai Fu sat back on the edge of the bed before leaning all the way with her arms holding her up. Jaye followed over her with his hands grabbing onto her legs, his lips moving over the top of her foot to plant pulses of ginger warmth that crawled upward as his mouth moved toward her chest. He grabbed onto one of her breasts, the other one peppered with kisses before his lips trailed to her mouth. She purred under his gentle attention, her hand grasping his cheek. Right now there was no rush, there was no need to push for an ultimate heat. They were behind closed doors and had all night to enjoy one another, but that didn’t mean she wanted to take it entirely slow.

A gap between the embrace of their lips formed. Enough for her to nip on his bottom lip and pull just a bit, enough for her to breathe out, “Make me warm.”

Sweat beaded her body, but the heat on the surface was nothing compared to the emptiness she felt within. She longed to be filled, longed to have his body pressed against her. To let this be known, she wrapped one leg around his waist and hooked her ankle at his lower back, her other leg spread while her hand dipped between them to feel the length of his shaft waiting to enter her. Jaye locked lips with her again, both of their hands guiding his cock to her cunt. She had already said that she had wanted him to blow his load inside of her, so there was no need for discussion right now. The tip of his shaft met the folds of her heat, pressing and pushing until she parted for him. Both of her hands moved to his shoulders, her claw pressing to his cool skin while she purred. Her insides spread bit by bit, every inch of his shaft being fitted in slowly, far too slowly. She dug her claws in a bit and he thrust forward to get the rest of his shaft inside, her breath flowing out in a hiss. He began moving at a steady rhythm, his hand at her chest squeezing gingerly. The pace was sweet and loving, gentle and ginger in a way that had her buzzing with ambient warmth. His lips made little smacks along her own, pecking and dipping closer before pulling away to breathe in and out together.

She brought her hips up to drag him deep inside of herself, her claws moving along his shoulders and up toward his cheeks where she cupped each while muttering, “Harder.”

And so he obliged with a jolt of his hips, his chin resting on her shoulder while her hands moved around to his back. She tugged him close, both of her legs curling around his waist. His hips had started to move properly now, each thrust sending little waves of pleasure through her that grew with every movement. That raw shaft twitched and bounced against her inner walls, her cunt tightening on him as if she were trying to milk him. At the same time, she still wanted more and so she whispered to his ear.

“More.”

Again he began thrusting faster, began using more of his strength, but even then she could feel his nature in each movement. He was a sweet and kind sort that wouldn’t hurt a fly. He pushed with most of his strength and jolted her body with every thrust, but he still had more to give. Was there some way she could tease it out of him, make him move as if he were fighting for tooth and nail? Probably not. She loved this heat regardless, and her own hips worked to make up the difference, his body shuddering against her. At this point, she could feel the twitching of his shaft growing a bit more violent, a steady drip of pre staining her insides. His hips finally began to move with a bit more force, his hands clasping her body close as he breathed out against her shoulder. The movements were exactly what she had been hungering for, but still there was something so sweet, so cool about them that she had to wonder what would it take to set Jaye’s passion ablaze? He leaned back for a moment, stopping while looking down at her. His hands grasped her thighs, his hips jerking forward again as she groaned and clung onto his arms. Again she cried out for more, again he kept giving her what he could. The more he thrust, the more the anticipation built, the more her desire for his seed grew.

Just as her toes began to curl inward, just as she felt her heart begin to race, Jaye slowed down and began to pull out. As his tip slipped free, Waai Fu rumbled, “Need a different position?”

Jaye looked down into her eyes full of hazy lust and hunger before he muttered, “I figured I should at least ask.”

Leaning up and grasping his cheeks, she planted a firm kiss on his lips. She dug her claws against his skin, pressing just a bit as their lips pulled apart and as the words spilled from her mouth, “Cum inside of me.”

He blinked, cheeks red, words tripping out of his mouth, “I know you said that before, but isn’t that a bit—”

Emboldened by heat and lust, Waaifu hooked both of her legs around him and put her arms behind her head as she leaned back and watched him with narrowed eyes and a small cut of a smirk. He looked at her for a few seconds before he planted two digits atop his cock to ease the tip back down. Once it was pointed back at her pussy, he dipped inside again and stretched her apart. This time she didn’t mind that he was taking his time, didn’t mind that he was going slow, because she knew that he was doing it now with the intent to keep it inside of her. Both of his hands grasped at her outer thighs, his body shuddering as he rooted every inch of his cock inside of her. Breathing out, he leaned down to lick her chest, his tongue catching stray drops of sweat while his hips began to pump back and forth. It started with a steady rhythm, but that steadiness shook and rocked as he started pouring more strength into it, as his thrusts became quicker and shorter with every inch of his cock bouncing inside of her.

A few more sweetened thrusts, a few more pushes that had her insides grinding just right, and warm cum began flooding her insides. At first it was just one shot of the stuff, one heavy load that pooled inside of her. A few twitches passed as if he were holding it all back, his hands squeezing at her thighs as he grunted and lunged forward again, each new twitch producing thick seed that had her groaning in delight from the heat filling her. Both her arms moved upward slowly as she stretched, her legs letting go of him slowly as she reveled in the fact that she didn’t need to hold him there. Even still, she wanted more.

Jaye pulled out slowly and sat back on the bed, head tilted upward as he breathed out. A little break? Hah, didn’t he say that he would at least be able to keep up with her endurance-wise? With a small smile, she crawled forward from her position, moving over his lap with a hand pressed to his chest. He opened his mouth and jerked his head up to ask what she was doing, but stopped as she wrapped her tail around his thigh and bit down on his shoulder. He winced but didn’t move, her tongue passing over the little indents she left where her fangs had touched his skin.

Quietly, she breathed against his ear, “I’m not done yet, and I’d like to go at my pace now.”

He gave her a crooked smile, one of his hands groping her rear while he muttered, “Seems like fun. I did tell you that I could at least keep up in endurance, so I’ll follow your lead wherever you go.”

She planted a soft peck against his lips and began to grind her slit against his limp shaft. Bit by bit she could feel the pulse of it growing again as their mouths met again. Both of his hands grabbed onto her rear cheeks, squeezing and kneading them, spreading them slowly as he allowed her kiss to take him. When he was fully hard again, she brought her hips up and eased the tip against her cunt, pushing the head inside before slamming her hips down. She shuddered as she felt every inch of his cock inside of her, grinned as she heard him grunt. Waai Fu began bouncing on his lap with her lips secured to his. Her claws drew lines along his back before stopping at his shoulders to knead and press gingerly. She took the pace in the direction she wanted, quick and rough, fast and without mercy. Her insides were plowed and driven apart, her body shaking as pinpricks of soreness and delight crashed against her gut. Already she could feel the mounting pressing pounding at the back of her head, but she did not slow down. He tried to move his hips as well to help out with the efforts, and although she appreciated his attempts; Waai Fu was in control right now.

Jaye gasped as she clutched his shoulders and held him down, her hair falling just inches above his face as she breathed out against his lips and drove her body down with all of her strength. Each movement sent colliding pleasure rocketing through her, bouncing it all about as she stopped only to roll her hips before getting to work again. Even as she felt her climax racing up her spine, even as she felt her insides tightening and growing that much more sore; Waai Fu continued to jolt her hips up and down atop his lap. Each time she bounced another loud clap echoed through the room along with a sticky smack from their combined arousal mixing inside of her being churned, the noise a testament to how much they had been going at it already, but still she wanted more.

“I’m getting close again.” Muttered Jaye.

His words seemed like such sweet and quiet nectar and she moved her mouth over his slowly and whispered, “Then let it all out.”

And as she captured his lips, he blew his warmth inside of her again. Her digits grasped his cheeks to hold him in place, her sweat dripping onto him to collect with his as his cock twitched out the last portions of his load. Her hips still moved to milk more of that love from him, to take more of his seed from his body into her own, and she purred as that heat settled deep within her. When she pulled her mouth away, she watched him pant, watched his hazy eyes, and she leaned in to kiss his neck and purr.

“That’ll do, for now.” She said quietly.

Even though she still had energy, Waai Fu figured that a bit of rest would do both of them some good. They capped off the evening with a shower, Jaye leaning against the white tiled wall while touching his chest feigning true exhaustion. She caught his smile with a frown of her own and gave his side a pinch before rolling her eyes. That being said, she kept her tail wrapped around his leg as they allowed the water to wash away the pleasant weariness of the evening. Next came rest, and one that she appreciated as she could feel his warmth against her the entire time. There were so few people who could handle her, who could really challenge her in any way, but spending time with Jaye was comfortable. By his existence she seemed to cool the flames of her heart, and even as she watched him sleep into the world of dreams, she found that she couldn’t help but smile. The next morning she awoke stretching her arms out, the sun just peeking through the windows of the hotel room. She looked toward Jaye and saw that he was still dreaming quietly. Her thoughts turned to groping between his legs, to riding him awake since it seemed cock was up before he was. Instead, she leaned over and kissed his nose gently. He really couldn’t keep up with her, but she appreciated the attempt and loved the fact that he would let her drag him wherever. During these lonely Winter days she knew that she wouldn’t have to stay by herself so long as she could find Jaye. That being said, she would still scold Mr. Lee for forcing her on this lonely break, and for not spending said forced break with her and the rest of the agency. Maybe she’d wring him dryer than she had Jaye, or maybe she’d just give him the colder shoulder a bit until his smugness cracked. Either way, those were thoughts for another time.

She planted another kiss on Jaye’s nose, and he sniffed before muttering the words, “G’morning.”

#arknights #smut #fan fiction #outdoors

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pyrethorns · 3 years ago

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What's up next.

All right, so a cinderace has been plowed. A meowscarada has fucked. Now a sylveon in some sad gay for the hell of it. What other pokemon could I use? At the same time, I might need a lil break after this to do some other stuff ooor not, who knows. I do have another arknights story already editted and ready for the posting. Might post that on the weekend. Its Jaye and Waaifu on a cold evening.

#fan fiction #arknights #pokemon

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pyrethorns · 3 years ago

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Poke story thought

Am I really gonna do a story with Sylveon, the most amorous pokemon ever? Probably. Just gotta figure out a good fucky twist with it to add some spice.

#pokephilia #sylveon #prompt musings

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pyrethorns · 3 years ago

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Magician’s Allure

Summary: Ari has a pokemon that has protected her, served as her guardian in her little adventures for quite a while, but she could never have guessed why it had followed her in the first place, what lust would unlock one day with a stray gaze of her eyes catching something beautifully profane. 18+

Winding paths curling and twisting around wide hills and tall plateaus defined the West Province of Paldea, specifically area one. Tall grass swayed as the wind cut through the bumpy plains. Deep shades of orange hued the verdant expanse as the sun kissed the horizon dropping lower and lower until it rested along the line. A plateau sat near the edge of the province overlooking much of the land with a single tree standing at the center bearing a hedge of leaves large enough to provide shade for most of the plateau. It was here that a small camp had been made, a tent near the gnarled roots of the great tree, a fire pit nearby, and what appeared to be a foldout picnic table. At the edge of the hill was an almond-skinned girl wearing overalls and a fiddler cap. Her tousled orange hair stopped just above cloudy gray eyes underlined by a small smile. In her hand, she held a brush that she flicked along the surface of a canvas, and in her other hand, she held a palette with a mix of paints that reflected the sunset-kissed expanse before her. Ari had come out here to paint the land as it looked in different phases of the day and night. The morning and midday had been simple enough, and now she was working on the twilight before moving on to the evening. It sounded simple enough, but she had camped around this location for a few days waiting for just the right landscape with just a bite of trouble. The other day the clouds had been in the way, and the day before that there had been an issue with too few of the fluffy additions, but now it seemed that she would get what she desired, and so long as the clouds didn’t gather anymore, then she would have the perfect opportunity to paint the West Province glowing under the full moon. Even with all of the delays, and all of the things that could possibly go wrong, Ari was smiling brightly. She had finished painting the landscape rolling out before her and all she was doing now was adding a few shapes here and there to represent the pokemon that dotted the region. A few bird pokemon, plenty of lechonk snorting about, and then a few others. She wanted everything to look as natural as possible, but also wanted to add her own flare as well. That being said, at some point, she simply set the brush down and breathed out. It was time to let it be. She got up and stretched, turning around as the cool breeze brushed along her cheeks only to freeze in place. There were always problems, always concerns with painting landscapes in remote locations. Wild pokemon were one of them.

A houndoom stood on all fours staring her down with wild garnet eyes. Small embers flickered out of its mouth, canine lips pulled back to reveal fangs that snapped at the air as it dug into the grass prepared to charge her. Every so often, Ari found herself stepping into the territory of wild pokemon that weren’t too happy to have her there. At a certain point in her life, this would have been cause for concern, but now she only found herself worried about the pokemon threatening her. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any fear at all, oh no. She still found herself trembling a bit from the possibility of being mauled, but she knew without a doubt that wouldn’t happen.

She put both of her hands up slowly and began speaking calmly, “Hey there big guy, you really don’t want to be pointing those claws at me.” When the houndoom snarled, she shook her head, “No no, that’s not a challenge! I’m just saying that there’s plenty of space. I could even leave you alone right now and pack up my things. I mean, I was going to paint the landscape under the full moon, but I mean, your safety is more important than that.”

For a moment, the horned canine tilted its head as if very confused by what she was saying, and why wouldn’t it be? Most humans would either call out their pokemon to defend them, or run away immediately, but she was very carefully trying to get the houndoom to not even chase her. Ari didn’t look very fit, didn’t even look like she could run faster than a pokemon let alone fight one by herself. It must have seemed like she was directly challenging the houndoom, because the embers flowing from his mouth turned to flames jetting from the sides as he snarled and stamped his front paw on the ground. Maybe she should have just apologized and walked away without the other stuff. Regardless, this wouldn’t end well for the wild pokemon. She was certain of that.

The houndoom charged forward without fear before a blur appeared at the houndoom’s side and drove a fist into the pokemon’s cheek without warning. Ari winced as the houndoom went rolling across the grass, barking, and growling as it came to a stop and got up on shaky legs. That blur had been her pokemon and partner, a meowscarada that she had named Mago. He was a feline pokemon with light green fur darker at the legs and arms, a ring of violet petals surrounding his neck where a scarf with two edges fell at his back. He wore a mask like most meowscarada, but his eyes were a deep copper and his fur was more curled and scruffy than the typical smooth and soft. As he took a step forward, he bowed to the houndoom with a flourish, which of course, only served to further anger it. Her precious partner began to step forward with a certain glint in his eyes, a glint that she had seen a few times. He began to dart around the houndoom, stopping to lash out with a claw. The houndoom snarled and snapped at the air, but far too late as the meowscarada continued dancing around him. Ari winced at the sight, every stop in her pokemon’s dance another scratch, another strike, but never hard enough to drive the houndoom away.

“Be nice, and gentle.” She called with a huff as her pokemon hopped back.

Mago peered over at her only long enough to stick out his tongue before he turned his attention back to the battle. The houndoom had recovered enough to send out a ball of fire. Her feline guardian hopped to the side and spun, bringing a hand out at the same time that collected aura from the air itself. The aura formed a glittering sphere. As it solidified, Mago hopped to the side again to avoid another ball of flame hot enough that she could feel it on her skin. He spun as he tossed the aura sphere at the houndoom and as the sphere struck the canine pokemon, it burst into lights spreading across the twilight sky. As beautiful as that display was, it had been powerful enough to send the houndoom flying across the grass floor again, and right over the edge of the plateau. She winced. Pokemon were durable creatures and could survive many things, but even then that had to hurt.

Though she was thankful for the help, she crossed her arms and huffed, “Didn’t I say to be gentle?”

Mago sauntered over to her and snickered, the back of his hand over his mouth along with his tickled response counting as his answer.

“Of course you didn’t listen.” Ari sighed, but then despite that, she smiled just a bit and cupped his cheek, “But I know you’re just looking out for me. So thank you again.”

He rumbled happily and placed his hand over hers as he leaned to her touch. Ari opened her mouth to say something about how he should be this gentle with the pokemon he fights, but he turned his face to kiss her hand. His lips met her fingers before trailing down to the palm, the feline pokemon repeating the motion for each of her digits as she trembled under his attention. Mago had been her partner for a few years now, and she could never get him under control. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t truly a trainer, or maybe he just enjoyed annoying her, regardless, he still felt like a wild pokemon that had just chosen her as a companion. He had followed her from a little forest she had been lost in, and he had entertained her to keep her from being frightened in the wild, and now he seemed attached to her. Maybe it had been because she had watched the little shows he put on with such warmth. Even when he was beating up other pokemon she couldn’t help but find the art in it. She had always cherished having him around, had always loved watching him with his little antics even in battle, but still, she wished that he would be a bit nicer to other pokemon, and to her.

It wasn’t that he was mean to her, not really, but his affection was a bit odd. Even now, he continued to kiss her hand, purring as he did so, his eyes occasionally peering at her with a particular glow. When she pulled her hand away slowly, he huffed and bit down on one of her fingers. She winced despite the bite not hurting that much while muttering, “Be nice.”

Mago shrugged and backed away with a smile. Ari narrowed her eyes but soon found herself returning the expression with one of her own as she watched him point toward her painting.

“Yeah, it’s done. We’ve got to wait a bit before we can move it, but by tonight I should be done with this area.” She then peered at the painting for a bit before frowning, “I could touch up a few places and handle the full moon painting another time, though.”

He snorted loudly and gave her shoulder a heavy pat, hard enough that she tipped to one side for a bit before straightening.

Ari found her cheeks glowing a bit as she sniffed, “I don’t mean that I’d work on it all night. I just meant, a little extra touch here and there wouldn’t do any harm.”

She blinked as her wrist was yanked and her body directed toward the camp, Mago chuckling as he opened his hand toward the picnic table.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll think about it while eating, and maybe I’ll just leave it the way it is.” She then looked up at the sky, “There’s no rush, and if we miss the full moon for whatever reason, then that’s fine too.”

Ari couldn’t exactly cook very well, but she at least helped with preparing the ingredients. Mago, on the other hand, was very good at it for being a pokemon. By the time the sun had set fully and the bruised evening had spread across the land, he had prepared a pot of stew that bubbled pleasantly over a fire. It wasn’t ready yet, but the smell of broth and wine boiling together had spread over the plateau enough that she was very aware of her hunger. Mago had stepped away for a moment leaving her to tend to the pot and fire, but it had been a bit since he had come back. Perhaps he found a pokemon to bully, and she wasn’t particularly fond of that behavior. With a small frown, she got up from the picnic table to seek her precious guardian to make sure he was being nice.

He wasn’t in the tent, and wasn’t behind it either, so she decided to check the other side of the tree. It was large enough that it took her more than a few steps to get behind it, but when the sight of the other side began to reach her vision, she paused. Her freckled cheeks began to flow, her eyes growing wide as she used a hand to keep her gasp from reaching his ears. Mago stood with a hand between his legs grasping what appeared to be his cock. He pumped that long and thick thing with firm strokes, occasionally opening his digits to let it twitch in the air before he kept on going. Every time he let go of it for just a few seconds, her eyes could see and trace every inch of that primal thing. She watched as he thrust his hips, as he pleasured himself. Ari could hear her thoughts telling her to back away and leave him to his business, but her eyes continued watching and her body remained rooted in place. His cock was larger than any toy she had ever used, and certainly larger than any image of human equipment she had beheld. Whenever he let it go, she could see every twitch and pulse sending it bouncing. If they hadn’t set up little lanterns around the tree then she would have never been able to see it, but those warm lights illuminated a sight that she could not forget. More than that, they made her wonder if his odd affection over the time they had known each other had been more than just little things to annoy her. What if he had been attracted to her? The panic was rising in her, but alongside that, she felt a warmth that gripped at her gut tighter and tighter until her knees began to shiver.

Just when she thought that she might have found the strength to turn away, she realized with a chill that he was looking toward her. Being caught staring like a pervert was one thing, but that wasn’t what was kindling the growing fires in her cheeks, oh no. It was the fact that his hand wasn’t stopping. A smirk had tugged at the corner of his mouth as he tugged his shaft, as he pumped that massive, primal thing. Her heart began pumping against her chest, her entire body shaking as she felt so strange. His eyes had sharpened, pupils honing in on her and she had to wonder again if he was doing this because he wanted her in this sort of way. Was this an invite? Did he mean for her to watch? And had he meant for her to catch him all along?

Whatever the case, words blurted from her mouth, “I think the stew is going to burn!”

And with that excuse, she turned and hopped away while trying to squeeze the heat out of her cheeks. Ari sat back at the picnic table while trying to pretend that nothing had happened, in fact, she needed to do something right now to distract herself before dinner. She got up and headed over to the canvas to begin the process of putting her equipment away. The canvas was small enough to carry in a bag, and she mostly had it to replicate the painting on a larger scale in a studio, but it still had a bit of heft to it. Despite keeping her hands busy, Ari found that what she had just seen floated at the edge of her mental vision. Typically, the images she saw in her mind were hazy and because of that she worked heavily from reference and outside sources to help her form ideas, but the image of his throbbing cock remained imprinted in her mind even though she was no longer looking at it. Nope. She didn’t need to think about it, didn’t even want to think about it, but there it was. The sight repeating in her mind’s eye brought about other questions as she stumbled through putting away everything in the tent. How would it feel? Did he want to relieve his lust using her body? Would that even be okay? Surely she had heard of pokemon and trainers holding relationships, but she wasn’t sure where she stood on it. Right now, Ari just knew that she needed to relax.

Ari took a deep breath as she finished putting away her finished work. The process had been ingrained into her body’s physical memory enough that she had found her thoughts littered with thoughts of her pokemon. It did not have the desired effect of distracting her, but why did she need a distraction from that? What she had seen was just a natural part of her pokemon’s body, and a natural function of that body. Everyone did it at one point or another. Even she enjoyed herself from time to time. Pushing aside those thoughts as best she could, Ari returned to the picnic table just as Mago set the bowls down.

All she had to do was act normal, and she turned her head to do just that, “Thanks as always for cooking. I really should watch what you do some time for some—”

Her words paused as he placed a very gentle peck on her lips. It was a brief kiss, a flash in time that didn’t even last a full second, but her face burned all the same. Mago simply served himself a bowl and beamed before sitting next to her. He ate quietly with his eyes closed, the smile on his face showing a particular amount of self-satisfied mischief. It was just a friendly kiss, a little peck, and one that she shouldn’t make such a big deal out of. In fact, she should be more frustrated with herself for getting so heated over such a little thing. Ari turned her attention to eating. When they both finished, she tended to the dishes and then the fire. She was in the process of crouching down to make sure no embers were left to go off when she noticed movement in the corner of her vision.

Ari turned her head enough to see that the source of the movement had been Mago. Her cheeks were flushed bright again, her eyes wide and shaking. The feline pokemon’s cock hovered just a few inches away from her face, that massive girth throbbing in front of her while a set of digits pressed against the top keeping it level with her vision. As he brought his fingers down to the base, it shifted upward giving her the sight of his balls wreathed by dark fur.

As he started to pump his shaft, Ari protested quietly, “You shouldn’t be doing something like this, y’know?”

Her body hopped a bit as he ignored her and grabbed her hair with one hand. His digits looped through strands falling from her head, but he did not yank or tug on her hair, instead, he toyed with it as if she were the pet pokemon and he was the trainer. At the same time, she could feel his claws grazing against her scalp, and could see his bouncing shaft right in front of her pointed at her face. His arousal, his hunger both were made clear with these movements, but she wasn’t sure what to do. Should she tell him to stop, should she say that this was too much? Or should she continue to watch? More than just watching, should she help him?

Quietly, her voice cracked from her lips, “I told you to be nice, didn’t I? Why are you teasing me like this? You don’t actually want me like this, do you?”

Part of her doubted it because it seemed so odd, seemed so strange for anyone at all to want her in this way, but she couldn’t look away from the truth pulsing before her. He didn’t give her any answer, or any indication of an answer as he continued to pump his shaft. Instead, he got closer, the tip of his dick just a few breaths away from her lips. Her mouth opened to try and tell him to stop, but she jolted instead as he thrust upward. His balls landed against her lips, the base of his shaft resting on the rest of her face as he placed his foot on her shoulder and held her there in place. Ari told herself that he was holding her there, told herself that the claws looped through her hair were tightly in place making it impossible to move away. The truth was that she couldn’t help but feel some sort of arousal from such a display of hunger, the heat and pulse of his balls and shaft enough to send shivers down her spine. A scent like sweetened berries and rich earth hit her, the salt of the sweat dripping on her tongue adding to the mixture making her head swim with warm fog. Again she tried to tell herself that she had no choice in the matter, before he suddenly pulled away.

She looked up at him with hazy eyes as he grasped the base of his shaft and stuck his tongue out at her. There were no claws at the back of her head, no foot on her shoulder to keep her in place, even though he had never been doing either of those things. She was free to make a choice. Whether or not she would remain on her knees to help him with his pleasure, or if she would run away. Arceus and gods above she wanted to let her arousal be known and take his cock into her mouth, she wanted him to grab her with those claws in manners that weren’t quite as kind, she wanted to tell him to be mean. At the same time, her heart shook with shame and concern, her hand resting at her chest as if she could still the wild beating thumping against her chest.

Breathing out, she got up and turned away, “I’ll be in the tent.” Then as quietly as possible as if hoping he wouldn’t hear, she muttered, “Do whatever you want tonight.”

It was a command that she did not expect him to follow, but still, she had said it. Still, she had told him to do whatever he wanted. It had slipped from her lips so easily, and she had done so without thinking about it. Even still, it would be okay, right? He often didn’t listen to her commands, so why would he now? Ari wandered to the tent with the feel of his heat still on her face, and the scent lingering as if he were still there. She brushed aside the flap of the tent before pausing, remembering that she had something to paint tonight, but instead she sighed. Just a little rest to get rid of the fog in her mind, that’s all she needed. The tent on the inside was spacious with a few pillows here and there, and a sleeping roll. She turned on an oil lantern near the edge of the tent allowing light to flood the space and she flopped onto her back near her sleeping roll. Her hand idly moved to the side where one of her bags lay open, her fingers touching something smooth before she pulled out it. A pokeball. One that belonged to her precious companion that seemed so intent on disobeying her. The ball itself was symbolic, and nothing more. He had touched it, briefly gone into the ball to make sure that the capture had succeeded, and then popped right out of his own accord. Now he spent most of his time outside of it doing whatever he wanted. She shut her eyes as she tried to will away the image of his shaft pressed against her face, but the scent and feel of that warmth on her face did not allow her to forget so easily.

The flap of the tent moved and she sat up slowly to see Mago come through. She looked away as he stepped inside, her eyes closed again tight before she felt a touch at her head. Again? Digits looped through her hair, just as soft as last time before tightening, claws pressed to her scalp. She opened her eyes wide and saw his shaft pressed along the bridge of her nose, the pressure of his hand on her hair on her thoughts more than the equipment in front of her. He had been sweet the last time he had done this to her, the last time that he had teased her, but now his grip had tightened, his hold fastened securely. The feline pokemon passed his girth along the top of her nose before bringing it down to slap against her lips. She tensed, but did not try to pull away, and it wasn’t the digits looped through her hair preventing her from moving. Ari had expected him to just do his business elsewhere, for him to ignore her and let this game end, but it was more than just a simple game, and she had nowhere to escape. There was a part of her that felt great fear in this revelation, and yet, a smile began to stretch across her face, curved and crooked, while her cheeks burned brighter than ever. It was all part of her command, that he could do whatever he wanted to, and as his trainer, she should let him do whatever he wanted. It was the only excuse she could think of to keep her sanity in this type of situation.

He yanked her by the hair and directed her head and body in the right direction so she was facing his crotch. His twitching shaft pointed itself at her mouth, and at the same time she muttered, “How long have you wanted to do this?”

Mago raised his foot to lightly kick the pokeball out of her hand, the orb rolling onto the floor before he stepped on it.

Ever since the beginning, is what she figured that meant. Did that mean that he had been waiting for the right moment the entire time? If she hadn’t seen him, would he have simply snuck into her room and used her? The questions boiled in her mind, bubbling and breaking in every direction until she could feel herself start to shake in fear and lovely anticipation. What had she brought into her life? She soon had no choice but to face the reality of the matter as he pressed the tip of his shaft against her lips again. This time, she opened her mouth slowly and allowed him to slide his girth along her tongue. Damnit, he should have just thrust in all the way immediately. He should have just yanked her hair and forced her to take his fat dick down her throat, but instead, he took his sweet time. Inch by inch his shaft slid along her tongue forcing her to taste every inch and become aware of his cock in her mouth. She couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening, she couldn’t think about anything else, and she couldn’t escape.

The twitching shaft passing through her mouth continued to do so until she gagged. He paused, but not out of kindness. Mago only did so in order to brace his hips and then thrust forward. He held onto her hair to keep her in place while her throat was filled, while her mouth was stuffed with every inch of his shaft and her nose was pressed to the curled fur of his crotch. He pulled back before thrusting a few times. The first produced a spark in her mind, the second turned that spark into a heated fog, and the third had her drooling uncontrollably. When he pulled out of her mouth, his shaft was sticky with her warm spittle, his hand pumping it in front of her face as if he were prepared to unload on her. Ari couldn’t close her mouth, she had to keep it open in order to take in deep gulps of air, at the same time, she wanted to wait until he gave a sign that it was okay for her to close her mouth. After all, she needed to please this powerful creature towering over her.

Strong digits pumped that thick shaft right in front of her face. Every movement slow and deliberate as if to show her every inch of his cock in motion. What she didn’t expect was for him to spit on his shaft still hovering above her open mouth. That line of clear drool fell over his cock and onto her tongue forcing her to shiver as she felt the warmth of his spit gracing her tongue. He seemed to chuckle as she did nothing but remain on her knees with her mouth open, and he repeated the motion a few times until his hand began to pump faster. The drool on her tongue had created a coating that mixed along with her own. She couldn’t believe that she had let a pokemon do that to her, and yet, it felt so damn right to let him absolutely dominate her in every way. As she saw him pumping faster, as she watched his shaft twitch and bounce violently, she found herself growing more excited knowing what was about to happen. A line of pure, thick heat lanced across her tongue as Mago snarled. She froze in place as his climax began to pour out into her mouth, his twitching shaft controlled only by his hand pointing it toward her. Every throb, every movement of his hand produced another load, another thick line that gathered on her tongue and soon began to slip down into her throat along with his spit.

When he finished, he took a step back and watched as she swallowed every drop without complaint. The warmth slid down her throat and formed a spot somewhere in her gut where she could feel the reminder still pulsing. Ari then looked up at Mago and breathed out, “Satisfied?”

Of course not. He crouched down and grabbed onto her shoulders hard, his mouth on hers for a kiss she had not expected. His claws dug through her clothing, tearing denim and softer material apart as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. The clothes could be replaced, but it felt like his touch was doing something to her soul, it felt as if he were stripped apart every little piece of her until she was nothing more than a heap of vulnerability. Whenever he pulled his mouth away, it was to bite onto her lip or neck, his fangs pressing but never pushing too hard. In the end, she found herself on her back overwhelmed and panting, her eyes staring up at the top of the tent while he yanked her boots and socks away. Right. All he wanted was to fuck her. He’d soon get his wish. Just had to wait a bit for him to get hard and that would be it. Just once, one time, and no more, but it seemed he had much more planned for her.

His grip was at her ankles tugging her legs up and bringing them apart. She blinked and leaned up to see what he was doing in time to see his mouth plant a kiss on her crotch. Ari shivered while opening her mouth trying to figure out what to say only to groan as he let his tongue out to drag along the top of her crotch. He repeated the motion before moving downward, his tongue lapping along the outside of her pussy while one of his hands moved to her inner thighs. Fingers moved and pressed inside of her, digging deep while his tongue continued to lap away at the edges. Those digits twisted inside of her in ways that made her wonder how many other trainers and pokemon he had done this to. He had always been mean to others, always been rude, but she wondered now what he did when she wasn’t looking. Did his mischief take him to sexual places when she didn’t see? And would she get to experience the full extent of that mischief?

Right now, she wanted to squirm away. He was moving slowly again, his fingers dipping in deep but not grinding into her. She only wanted to escape to save herself from these odd feelings and arousal that she couldn’t ignore while being given such sweet treatment. Luckily for her, that sweet treatment soon ended as he got up and between her legs, his shaft fully erect again, and pointed at her crotch. He grabbed her by the ankles again, yanking them up so her hips were pointed in the air. The tip of his shaft was pressed along her entrance waiting to dip inside. Her body trembled as she wondered if his seed would take, if she should whimper for him to put on a condom, but then again, where would they get one right now?

Uncertainty rose through her, her mouth opening as she stammered aloud, “W-wait!”

But he did not listen to her command. He pressed deep inside of her with one thrust, half of his cock rooted inside of her before the rest came along with a wave of pleasure and his balls slapping at her ass. She cried out, her toes curling, her body shaking as he dipped deep inside of her and began pounding into her. His mouth moved over her sizable chest, his tongue dragging along her nipple before he bit down carefully. She whimpered and trembled, gasped and groaned from the attention, her mind a storm of sensation and responses. When she thought she was getting adjusted to the crash of his shaft inside of her cunt, his mouth bit down on another part of her chest. She could feel his claws tensing at her ankles as well as if he wanted to dig them in, but right now she felt like this was more of a symbolic pounding than anything. Mago could not communicate to her with his words, but in this position, she couldn’t do anything at all but keep her hips in the air while he pounded directly down inside of her. The motions were rough, the tip of his shaft reaching her furthest reaches. And with all of that she knew; she knew that he wanted to breed her. One more push and a sudden burst of seed were planted into her, a surprise that caught her off guard, except, he didn’t stop thrusting. With panic and delight she realized that what had ejected inside of her was just a single line of pre and nothing more, and yet it told her that he was getting closer to his goal.

Finally, she could not hide it any longer as she cried aloud, “Fuck, please, keep pounding me, keep using me, do whatever you want tonight and forever!”

His eyes seemed to glow at her words, his grip on her ankles tightening as his hips moved faster to grind his shaft deep inside of her. Heat and pressure gathered at her gut alongside every other sensation, her toes splayed outward as she felt her climax crashing against her senses until finally, it gushed along his shaft. She cried out, her body shaking as she tried to tighten inward only to realize she could do nothing but lie there while he used her. With a growl, he pushed once more with the tip of his cock ready against her furthest spot, hot cum pouring out and directly into her fertile insides. It felt like his seed was being deposited into her mind, her eyes shutting as she swam in a dream made of his cum and the fog that had been plaguing her since the start.

Ari opened her eyes when he pulled out and allowed her legs to drop to the ground. Her chest rose and fell, a few ringed marks around her chest presenting where his fangs had been. She shivered as she tried to bring herself onto her hands, pausing as she saw the state of her own body, and him. Her form was beaded with sweat, already a set of bruises forming here and there, but what caught her eye more was the pokemon that had been her faithful guardian. His eyes were sharpened slits staring directly at her, and his chest rose and fell but he did not look like was tired just yet. His fur seemed shaggier as well, his fangs showing as he breathed out steam. He planted his shaft against her crotch as if to let her know that he was still fully hard, but she had already given him permission to do whatever he wanted forever, so why did he need her permission?

Mago seemed to come to the same exact conclusion as he grabbed onto her hips and turned her on her stomach. Her hips were raised high, claws dragging around and up to her back where they dug in and began making their mark as if he were claiming her. The tip of his shaft was poised to enter her again, and she couldn’t help but whisper the words, “Breed me.”

Both of his hands grabbed onto her hair as he dug his cock deep inside of her again, as he pushed hard enough to jolt her forward. She yelped as her insides were spread again, as her face was pushed to the floor of the tent. Her body shook as she groaned aloud, as whatever shame she had faded away under the weight of the pleasure. Ari’s hips shivered, but she could not move them, she could not keep up with his constant rutting. Already her body was sore enough that she felt as though she would need a good week to work it off, but still, she wanted more of that sweet soreness, of that poisoned lust seeping into her. This position presented more of that lust that she had wanted to see, more of that lust that she had wondered about, and now she could feel it all. Bent over and used like a common pokemon. This feral position, this primal breeding made her feel as if she were his mate and nothing else, his bitch to use until she gave him eggs. The lust had taken over her mind fully, the position breaking her into her role fully.

What kept her sane, surprisingly, were the little pinpricks of pain. On occasion, one of his hands would move from her hair to grasp her body, razor claws sliding along her skin to mark her. These little spots of heat and pain would rise in her mind and remind her that she should be thinking more about returning their relationship to trainer and pokemon, rather than whatever this was, and yet; the pleasure came rolling forward again with every thrust. Every push made her body jolt, every shove made her mind go blank again until the sensations came crashing in. Another load caught her off guard, her groans escaping against the tent floor as his warm seed painted her insides. She was surprised that he had so much in those heavy balls of his, and as he pulled out slowly, she realized that he was still hard.

Ari found herself being dragged back onto his lap, one of his hands grabbing her chest from behind firmly, while his other hand worked to get his shaft inside of her cunt. She worked weakly to get her hips up to try and give him better access, and soon enough he was back inside of her. No break? Was he going to keep this pace up for the entire night? The full moon could come again another time, but could her body handle this? For that matter, could her mind? Already she could feel her thoughts being drowned in a sweet mire as he began to bounce her onto his lap. His hips jolted upward clapping against her ass as he fucked her again, as he bred her like the bitch she was. Ari was a drooling mess now, her mouth open as she panted aloud, her body dripping with sweat. Her insides gushed again as another climax struck her from the constant grinding, but he did not stop as her energy seemed to wane. He grabbed her chest and tugged at her nipple, his other hand holding her wrist back as if she could even think about escaping. He bit down on her shoulder, he thrust a bit faster, he kept on pushing different sensations on her until her mind was entirely blank.

More and more the evening went on with her body being used, her insides being filled and again she found herself on her back. She wasn’t sure what was happening right now, but her thoughts were coming to her again. The red and white of Mago’s pokeball could be seen right next to her, and she took it in hand slowly as if it were the last piece of her mind still intact. She sat up and looked at Mago who was still hard, and still staring down at her ready for more. Despite that raging cock ready to breed her, he froze in place as he saw the ball. She realized that she could probably ask to be released, ask for him to take it easy on her again, but she had already given one command already, how could she go back on that?

With a crooked smile, she brought the ball up to him and breathed out, “Do whatever you want, remember? This is yours. Not mine.”

Days and nights passed. The moon and stars traveled the ocean of the evening skies, and the tent remained in place. Calls were ignored or answered with a quick word or two, and everything was as it should be. The tent was the same as always and kept as clean as the campsite. Ari’s bags had been set aside and taken care of as well, nothing out of place, nothing broken except for one thing. White and red shimmered in the dimness of the tent during the day, shards reflecting a broken bond that had forged something new. Ari’s hair had grown a bit, her eyes shimmering with dark delight as she laid on her back with her legs spread wide while her insides were plowed. Mago’s lips had captured hers, his shaft buried deep inside of her as he passed a hand over hers. Both of their digits were touching her abdomen where a slight bulge had formed. As their kiss parted, their eye met in a glow of lust and hunger, Ari’s body shuddering as she felt her desire for him continuing to grow. She wrapped her legs around his lower back with her toes curling inward tightly as her insides filled with his seed again. He leaned down to kiss her chest and purr, his gentle rocking continuing until his load was spent, and he pulled out slowly before beginning to grind on her crotch again.

She breathed out without shame or fear, “I love you, my master.”

Mago and Ari’s eyes met, the feline pokemon chuckling as he breathed against her ear, and for some reason, she could hear him in her mind whispering, “As I have always loved you, my mate.”

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