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Phew... okay, here it is. The one that took 6 bloody months. Though when you only count the days I actually spent writing, it only took about a week or so.

From here on out, I will hopefully be writing more and more, you can hope to see the third chapter in about...

Well, i'm not sure really ^^" soon, I hope, but it'll come out when it comes out.

Either way, I hope you all enjoy this next chapter.

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"So let me check again to see if I've got this." Lakuta, crouched up on the bar stool, idly fiddling with the buttons on his Pokédex, scrolling through the countless descriptions he had picked up here and there. For some bizarre reason, it also tried to keep a count of the number of steps he was taking, though shaking it seemed to get the job done just fine.

"If I am not self-aware than I'm an animal, but if I am I'm a person, and humans are also people, but I am not a human, and Pokémon are neither animals, humans or my kind?"

Jack, coming over from serving a tall drink to an Aipom, leaned over the bar slightly to the twink of a wolf, having to take a few moments to decipher what Lakuta had said.

"Yeh that sounds about right. Though yeh couldn't exactly all me an expert on the matter. Anyway, how are you holding up after yeh big rest?"

"Oh, miles better, thank you! And I've certainly got some stories to tell..." Lakuta closed the lid of the red gadget, peering up at Jack, closely leaning over the bar towards the fiery figure, though he immediately sat back again as Jack was a fair bit taller than him. He often forgot just how large some of these creatures were, only emphasised by his own figure. Lakuta stretched his arms slowly, before adjusting his shoulder bag up a little. He had slept all night and all through the next day as well. It was only mid-afternoon by the time he finally woke up. Fortunately, Lakuta now felt well-rested and fully recovered.

Gradually, Lakuta rotated his gaze out to the rest of the bar. This evening was certainly a quiet one in comparison to when he was here last. The sounds only resonated with a low chatter, dulcet and delicate, as if the atmosphere of the finest restaurant had been placed into the bar... which also happened to be in a brothel. Each small rounded table perfectly matched the mood with a small candle neatly placed in the middle of each, and towards the left wall an open flame in a fireplace gave the place a welcoming sensation, the dancing flames mesmerizing Lakuta for a good few minutes in a silent trance.

Above all other sounds could be heard slow blues music coming from one corner of the bar. He had heard it a few times before, the 3/4 beat of jive and joy: a sound sure to liven up any classy establishment. Though for all his travels, this was the first time he had ever heard it used in such a way. Cool, yet warming; Elegant, yet concentrated. It cast Lakuta's mind to another time, in which he was the guest of an ancient tribe, treated to exotically spiced meats and a spectacular fire-dance under a pale gibbous. It was the same vibe: seemingly bursting with energy, but also methodical, precise and enclosed with layer after layer of talent and practice. And for the slightest moment, Lakuta could feel himself transported back to his homelands, and all the adventure that was still left to be had there, just waiting for him now.

Lakuta let out a small sigh, before shaking his head, getting himself back in gear. Adventurers like him should never be brought down by such things! If it was the last thing he did, he'll find adventure here for sure. A huge brothel like this? So diverse? So many doors and sections? This place had secrets to be uncovered, there was no doubt about it. It was simply a matter of finding them. For now, however, his attention shifted back to the sounds of the band. Upon the small corner platform of varnished dark oak was a set of 4 Pokémon, of whom he had registered previously but only now did he truly have a good look at.

On the drums was a Machamp, a drumstick in each of his 4 hands, thus able to play a quiet and complex beat only a finely tuned ear of music could take apart (which Lakuta certainly didn't have). Playing some kind of unknown string instrument was a Kricketune. It seemed strapped to his front and had two sets of strings, one in base and one in treble on either side. The sound it produced was sharp and seemingly ideal for the rest of the band. Skilfully working a long saxophone was an Ursaring, casually covered by aviator shades as he played the main tune of the songs. The last one was a slight anomaly. Whilst the other 3 faced the rest of the bar, the other sat up at a piano, promptly facing away.

It was a Blaziken, decorated by a dark beige fedora, a lit cigarette in his beak, and dancing his fingers over the piano in a way Lakuta hadn't ever seen before! Each key was struck perfectly, with a blurring motion such that 3 fingers on each claw-hand easily appeared as 6, with only one of his 3-clawed feet needed to work each of the 3 pedals to play. The piano was a part of him, one with him even, working the keys as a master pianist would, with intense yellow and blue eyes that never left the grand instrument for a single moment.

The focus of the Pokémon was almost unnerving. And the more Lakuta stared, the more the sounds of the piano became all he could hear. He felt like he could fall into a trance all over again, this time over the notes he played, but was interrupted abruptly by Jack with a tap on the shoulder. Lakuta swivelled himself back around, flicking his ear in embarrassment, though he wasn't entirely certain what he was embarrassed about.

"Oy! Yeh gonna lose yerself if you stare too much, Li'l Lak, heheh. Anyway, yeh said something about a story?"

"Oh! Yes! That's right..." He slowly put his hands into his pockets, smiling sheepishly to himself.

"Well I was running myself a bath when-" He stopped almost as soon as he began due to his paw discovering something in his pocket: paper. The note that had been left for him with his shorts. Jack, however, was having none of his silence. Of course he already knew everything that had happened with him and Pruina, but hearing it from Lakuta would have made him chuckle regardless.

"Go on, what happened, eh?"

Lakuta was sill silent. He spent about 20 seconds of thought pondering his next response. His head dipped down slightly, the next few seconds slowing down to days in his mind, as the feeling of the note took him back to the morning after. The several minutes he had spent simply staring at those shorts. For a moment, Lakuta got lost in the flashback, blissfully unaware that fate had decided that something even more significant was happening in those few moments- something Lakuta didn't even see. The Blaziken did nothing more than look up from his piano, towards Jack, indicating down to Lakuta, before immediately going back to focus on his piano playing. Jack needed little more.

"Hey, I was wondering. You wouldn't happen to know who wrote this not-" He was interrupted once again, this time by Jack who, with a slight grin of excitement, spoke more quietly and quickly to him.

"Get yerself ready Lakuta. You've got yeh night booked up."

"W-What? What are you talking about? No, I was wondering if you-"

"I got to go serve some people now. Make yerself look good. Be at room 2-12 in about three hours. And remember to take deep breaths!"

With that, Jack glided away from Lakuta down to the other end of the bar. Lakuta just sat there, jaw slightly dropped, completely lost for words. Was Jack inviting him for sex? It was certainly out of the blue. And why did he just run off like that? And what did he say about deep breaths? What was Lakuta supposed to do for 3 more hours? He supposed he could pay for a drink.

It occurred to Lakuta just then that everything he had received so far had been freebies. He wondered if he should buy a drink, if for no other reason than to try and pay this place back for giving him a place to stay. He supposed that his money wouldn't be much use in getting him home again either. In spite of this, he felt it necessary to keep it on his person for now. Just in case of emergency, as he didn't seem to have a whole lot left. If the worst came to it, he could always see how much one of his relics would be worth.

Lakuta looked around again, wondering what else he could do in the meantime. Giving a pouting sigh, he slid off the stool, heading into the hallway he had gone into yesterday for his icy encounter. All the rooms down here were G, followed by a number. Thus the logical assumption was that room 2-12 would fall upon the second floor.

On the way up, he passed by a few framed pictures, mostly scenery, but with one showing an extremely old picture of a small group of Pokémon standing outside the Plaisir building. One of whom he recognised was a slightly younger-looking Jack, bearing a particularly smug smirk, though he could make out none of the others. Above the large double-doored entrance hung a humble banner with "GRAND OPENING" written in fine characters on it. Lakuta stared thoughtfully, pondering just how long this place had been running. He wasn't staring for more than a minute or so though. He had somewhere to be, after all. And indeed, after a small trip up the stairs, he was in a hallway seemingly identical to the ground floor.

The 12th room was a small walk towards one of the rooms at the very end, with the door planted just like any other, with its number proudly displayed overhead. Lakuta reached up to open the door, when he realised that he didn't even have a key to the place. What was he going to do now then? Another sigh escaped him as he looked out of the window at the end of the corridor, far into the mountainous skylines as afternoon slowly turning into evening on the horizon.

Only now, in the new light could he see some more details of this range of steep hills. The base was scattered with dense forest that almost resembled jungle in some areas, higher up it got less thick, instead dominated by familiar moor and grassland. Only some of the tallest peaks he could see had snow, though from what he could tell the snow that was up there went thoroughly deep.

Upon the twisting slopes of the hills, Lakuta could have sworn he noticed something. A small blue flicker of light, lasting a split second. He blinked a couple of times; it was likely a reflection of a river that ran nearby, down from the hills into the forests. Sure enough, there was no abnormal light after looking again; simply the running waters. He smiled at its simple beauty for a moment, curious about the landscapes beyond here, and what sort of magic a society of such diversity could spawn.

Eventually, however, Lakuta began wondering about the door. Perhaps he should go down back into the bar and bring it up with Jack, though he did seem very busy when he wandered off. Lakuta thought for a few moments, before consulting his shoulder bag. Of course it contained anything a self-respecting adventurer would possess: a compass, long lengths of rope, a concealed weapon, a survivalist knife and a few more little items that have proved very convenient in the past. One such item was a high-quality lock pick.

Lakuta justified that since he was supposed to be in there anyway, then there was no harm in letting himself in as long as he didn't damage the lock. Lakuta took it out, carefully slotting it into the hole, to begin his work. It took one or two attempts, even with his experience. Picking a lock is one thing, but leaving no evidence it had been picked took a little more focus. With a little bit of a jiggle however, he soon heard the satisfying click of the lock, the smooth hinges guiding the door as it glided open for him.

As far as room shape was concerned, it was identical to what he had previously been in, with the two huge glass panes opposite him, and a corridor to the right, as well as a TV in the right wall. To his surprise however, the furniture seemed slightly different that was he saw before. Instead of a green sofa to his left was a huge brown leather armchair, and next to that hung what seemed to be a bulging punching bag, scratched and nearly torn in many places.

In fact, now that he padded further into the room and got a closer look, the armchair too had the occasional claw mark embedded into the surface. The curiosity of Lakuta lead him to slowly sit down in this armchair, his gentle rear resting into the seat, allowing himself to sink into the soft, crisp embrace of the leather. It seemed very much so that It was designed for someone much taller than him with a back rest that went right above his head. Lakuta adjusted himself to a better posture; his feet managed to rest on the floor, but just barely.

Lakuta spent the next couple of minutes in neutral silence, drumming his paw fingers on one of the arms of the newfound chair, staring left to right several times. Alas, patience wasn't always one of his more refined qualities. Soon he was up again, stepping around the room, simply switching the light on and off, having a few goes with the punching bag (though he quickly gave up on that one) and staring out of the window with an inert gaze. Turning back, he took note of the television. Though he couldn't find a remote, the side of it had a set of buttons for turning it on and off, volume, and channel control. With nothing better to do right now, he thought he may as well switch it on- see what kind of entertainment there was around these parts.

Time seemed to pass more smoothly now, with the added entertainment of the screen for his pleasure. He seemed to pick up a surprising amount of exposition from the news alone. Trainers, gyms, routes, berries, such unique culture, as well as even more new Pokémon- truly a whole new world of possibility.

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Damel, finally having finished his last song, as well as his last cigarette, leant back from the keys, straining a little as he heard a series of cracks up his spine, before sighing with relief as he leant down again, closing up the piano lid. He didn't smile, not yet anyway. Instead he embraced a brief moment of quietness and peace. Of course it didn't last long. It never did.

"Hey Damel!" The Ursaring leant against the wall casually, aviators perched on his forehead, with folded arms. And behind a devilish grin was in fact a great deal of challenge.

"Hope you'll be sticking round for the aftermath of our party tonight, you owe me big time."

Damel looked up to him, before giving a small smirk, getting up slowly, tilting his hat down a tad and closing his eyes. His voice was quiet, relatively deep, but oozing a daunting confidence.

"Yeah. You'd love that, wouldn't you. Heh, sorry Bertie. I got other plans for tonight"

"Eeeehh. Snagged some more prey, have you?"

"Yeah, this one's a real cutie. Looks like our little rivalry will have to be put on hold for tonight."

The Ursaring gave a soft scowl, tilting his head up and looking out to the bar.

"pfft... you ain't foolin' me with that 'cool guy' attitude. You just put it on all the time to be the mysterious one, hoggin' all the damn attention."

Damel chuckled softly, before turning away from him, walking to the exit of the bar.

"Yeah, you're probably right... But I know you love it."

"Hey you! Why I oughtta..." The Ursaring stopped mid-sentence. Damel was already gone. He cursed him for being so cocky, then cursed himself for being so driven towards that cockiness.

Meanwhile, Damel was making his way back to his room. His place of residence in this vast sexual empire wasn't much, granted. Certainly not as eccentric as what some of the others get up to in Captivate or Dark Pulse. But here in the most public areas? It had a homely feel to it. Plus, being able to live and work where people first come in gave him some of the first picks to any creature that took his fancy, which certainly never hurts. He always felt like if he ever accepted the offered promotion to higher (or lower) areas, he'd lose something in the way he did things.

Case in point, Damel was very much interested to see what he was about to have access to. He had seen one or two others like the one he'd got himself tonight, though this would be his first time truly getting to know one from the 'inside out'.

Once he was on his floor, he reached back into his shining feathery hair, emerging a set of keys. He tossed them into the air a few times before making it to his door. He opened it thinking he'd have a small break, then track down where Jack had put his entertainment to wait, however...

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Lakuta was glued to the screen, entranced by so many new and interesting stories of these lands. Humans seemed to be the prime species when it came to urban development, yet Pokémon were at its heart wherever he looked. It seemed that humans and Pokémon here symbiotically relied on each other for development of living in many places. Still, even though all that, where he was right now seemed even more special than that. Pokémon undoubtedly owned this area and everything in it.

To stretch his legs, Lakuta stood up from the armchair once more, switching off the television and doing a few small exercises on the spot, before staring out back to the hills. He'd been inside a building for over 24 hours now, more than he was used to. The diverse landscapes of the wilds were calling to him, as was the silently promised adventure of the new biomes. It was only as Lakuta was beginning to wonder when someone would arrive that he turned back around again, and froze in shock as he stood face-to-face with another figure, standing equally motionless in the now open doorway.

Lakuta's eyes, Damel's eyes, both of them glanced at each other, neither one of them initially sure of what to say. Though whereas Lakuta's expression was of mere confusion, Damel had a bit more of an intensity to his look. It seemed to him that the young wolf had found a way in without the keys. And as Damel analysed Lakuta's stunned silence, he immediately ceased the opportunity to take control of the situation, taking a slow step forwards, shutting the door behind him. Lakuta was at a social disadvantage here, and Damel would not let that go to waste.

By now, the sun had disappeared below the horizon, leaving a much darker environment between the two beings. The silence persisted, though the awkwardness gave way to a new tension of who would make a significant action first.

Lakuta gazed forward, seeing a frame of darkness, with a daunting familiar figure standing there. It was the piano player; he was certain of it. Was this his room?

Damel gazed forward, seeing a flustered, vulnerable creature in front of the faintest slither of a crescent moon in the skyline. What to do with him first?

Removing his hat, Damel stepped forwards again, laying it down on a hook next to his punching bag. His movements were unnervingly slow. At closer range, Lakuta could notice a grin on the Blaziken's beak, causing him to hold his hands out in front of him with a degree of shyness. The way the Pokémon moved wasn't at all threatening- quite the opposite, in fact. It was serpent-like, seeming to beckon Lakuta in with his stare and grin; a look that, instead of angrily threatening him to remain in place, hooked his mind to remain still out of respect, or awe, or even seduction. Damel, finally sure that he'd made a first impression, moved onto the next phase, stepping directly towards Lakuta, speaking with a voice that filled the room.

"So... I come back from my day's work only to find you waiting for me? I must say... I am truly touched."

Damel, seeing Lakuta standing there subdued, began turning his head to a small oil lamp on the wall next to the chair. From his beak, a tiny plume of fire shot into the glass casing, providing a dim orange illumination to the place. Lakuta was under his spell. As a matter of fact, Damel was confident he could have taken the wolf there and then. But it had been too long since he'd had a chance to play around with someone like this. Damel opted to start slowly stepping around Lakuta, who was still grinding gears in his mind to come up with something to say. His circling was now a little unnerving, but not once did stepping away occur to him. And although it was a small voice, Lakuta succeeded in coming out with something.

"Good- Good evening sir. I, I'm sorry for breaking in. Jack didn't give me the keys, and so I couldn't get in, b-but then I had nowhere else I could go, and then-"

Damel quickly ceased the fem's ramblings, placing one avian claw over Lakuta's muzzle, his movements coming to a standstill, simply staring once more, his optics giving a glare that pierced Lakuta, yet still with the dull smirk that kept Lakuta in line.

"You know... I was really looking forward to a break before I found you. Seems peace and quiet is something that wishes to avoid me."

Lakuta was just about to put himself into another string of apologies, but after a few moments of the Blaziken's stare, one that seemed to examine him like a prized item, Lakuta's brain started ticking again, and though his body remained in his hypnosis, he took this time to begin piecing some things together. First and foremost, this Pokémon had sexual intent, that much was clear. It must have been arranged previously, Jack had to be in on it. At least with this scenario, letting himself into the room was a bit more justified. In situations like this one, Lakuta would usually be giving a few smirks of his own, but looking over the daunting figure, Damel's mannerisms kept him in his place. He did, however, succeed in giving a bit more of a composed response.

"Well, I suppose I'm already here... maybe I can help you relax?"

"mmm..." Damel's smirk became a grin very soon. Seemed the little one had found some confidence. Damel's tri-claws now slowly glided down Lakuta's front, surprised at the texture. Even from a distance it seemed soft, but now feeling it, it was warm silk to the touch, delightful and delicate.

"Oh, I'm sure that you can." It would have been nice to have played this out a little longer. Questions such as 'And what could you do to relax me?' or 'Maybe there is some way you can make it up to me?' The words spoken before the action, the calm before the storm, the setup, the build-up. Alas, Damel was feeling a little needy this evening, and was more than eager to get underway.

Damel began a soft push on Lakuta's chest, immediately ensuring he would begin stepping backwards in a guided path towards his armchair, though just before Lakuta would fall backwards over the leather, Damel initiated his first rapid movement, for less than half a second a blur, spawning back behind Lakuta, already sat on his chair. And the second swift motion, directed at both his claws, as precise and as controlled as his piano playing, was aimed at his new toy.

Lakuta had not a moment to react as Damel slipped around him before he felt his right forearm clutched and yanked harshly around, another tug jerking his body between his dom's legs, leant forwards, his left paw supporting himself against Damel's shoulder. Damel himself wasted no time in getting his other claw to the back of Lakuta's skull, gripping it with an unapologetic sting that came from sharp talons digging into Lakuta's head. Lakuta was still, and a little tense, opting to remain submitted to him, by now the dominating grip, and the sharp claws dragging through the back of his head gave Lakuta a flushed gaze and a quiet moan, ears lowering a small amount from this treatment.

Last night with Pruina had been something magical, but Lakuta knew he was a sub at heart, and this Blaziken was certainly not afraid to get under his skin. His body began relaxing into Damel's hold, as Lakuta began looking over his frame, this time admiring a shape which hid very little. Like Jack, an abnormal warmth radiated from Damel's body, though this only aided in Lakuta's softening. It was such that by the time he glanced back up to meet Damel's eyes, Lakuta was smirking sharply, giving a gaze of stirring desire for the male.

A third movement, the final piece of the puzzle, the last thing to start the engine. Damel keeping his hold firm, dragged Lakuta upwards towards him, his hard beak, sharp at the end parting slightly, and tilting, embracing the boy in a kiss, though it was unlike any sort of kiss Lakuta had felt. The beak remained open, and moved up and down a little over Lakuta's maw, the sharp ends dragging across Lakuta just enough that felt it, surprisingly gentle in comparison to the hold that was allowing the kiss to take place.

For the first time in a while, the Blaziken's eyes were shut, and Lakuta was rendering up more and more control to him, with his neck going limp, paws moving off the shoulder and gently rubbing Damel's front, and his weight effortlessly supported by the clamped claws.

Lakuta could soon feel a tongue begin sliding through, exploring the very opening to his maw to get a feel for his own tongue. It was unlike anything the wolf had felt before from a kiss: the tongue was vine-like, tapered at the tip, round instead of flat, and got thicker the further down Lakuta could feel. Of even more significance was the fact that said tongue was moving like it were its own entity, slithering around to the roof of Lakuta's maw, sliding against the roof of it, before coiling downwards, wrapping once around Lakuta's tongue tightly.

Damel's beak parted more, his head tilted further so that it locked around the side of Lakuta's jaws. Lakuta could feel a hot breath engulf his nasals, and whether it was because of his type or his recent cigarette, it had a very pungent smoky scent. A good few minutes went by with this merging, Lakuta's ears falling back behind his head, over Damel's talons, his eyes eventually closing alongside Damel's. And, as one of Damel's eyes opened again, checking up on the boy, seeing his complete numb relaxation, his tongue uncoiled itself, and rested gently in his maw for a split second, before making its next, less tender move.

What Lakuta felt next was sharp, fierce, and contained a hypnotising brutality. His eyes shot open again, wide and frozen, to the feeling of that same tongue, much longer than he would have ever assumed, shooting down his maw into his throat. For the first few moments, his insides, trained over the years to not even flinch to this kind of thing, was fine, but it wasn't long before the depth was rivalling even the largest of packages, forcing out a deep gag. Lakuta's hands dropped down, hanging by his sides. He tried wriggling his head the tiniest bit, but the split second he did so, Damel was fully forcing himself upon the wolf, his legs tightly wrapping around Lakuta's, propping him up as his tongue only slid further down, a happy violation for Damel, a searing suffocation for Lakuta, who began struggling further, barely able to breathe.

As Lakuta's eyes strained to focus on something, he could see that Damel's eyes were very much open again, and had that same fixated glare he had back in the bar, as he toyed with the piano keys. It was one that took what it wanted and gave nothing back. Lakuta could see there and then that he would not be getting out of whatever this fire-type had in store. And despite Lakuta's best efforts, his head didn't budge one bit. Then again, there was a majority portion of Lakuta by now who, despite the coughing, wanted to remain like this forever, even trying to fight his struggles, moving his head upwards to give something back in the kiss, rubbing his own tongue up against Damel's.

Damel let out a sound: low and gruff, somewhere between a growl and a pleasured, perverted sigh, and carried with it sadistic implication. As he saw the poor little wolf begin to lose strength, he granted a temporary mercy, letting go of Lakuta's head, immediately allowing Lakuta to throw his head backwards. A couple of tears were at his eyes as he gazed upwards towards the ceiling, coughing up Damel's saliva, spluttering it out over his muzzle, wheezing to catch his breath. The spectacle was most entertaining, and exactly the sort of result Damel had hoped for. But of course, he couldn't have Lakuta fully catching his breath on his watch.

The talons which once held Lakuta's head now jab forwards, closing tightly around the back of his neck with fierce grip. Lakuta yelped for a moment, but managed to take note of the fact that the hold was very specifically placed that blood flow was untouched. Though to say that Lakuta felt at ease would still be false, as those sharp claws were now digging into the front of Lakuta's neck, the lowest one pressing softly into the area between his collarbone, compressing a vulnerable section of his windpipe. And while it didn't cut off Lakuta's breathing, it was enough to increase the rate of his breaths, his tongue hanging out a little as he panted.

Besides that, however, Damel had squeezed a great deal of strength out of Lakuta, leaving him helpless. Lakuta's eyes began to drop down again, this time with a brand new sight. In time he has been gagging on Damel's tongue, a large red member had sprouted upwards, and the claw not around his neck was stroking the bottom of it slowly, letting the rod jump upwards in succession, a tiny string of pre hanging from a pointed tip.

Damel's attention was elsewhere, tilting Lakuta's head back a small amount, his jaws hung open to display a soft, pink-red maw, strings of saliva connecting the top and bottom halves of the muzzle, the view of him going all the way back to a particularly inviting throat.

It was difficult for Lakuta to focus still, but he knew for a fact that there was only one thing on his mind there and then. And Damel, having seen what he had access to, had the exact same thing planned. Leaning back into his armchair, he tilted his bulging shaft forwards a little to point at Lakuta. The scent was hazy, thick and intoxicating, and invited Lakuta down towards it with an irresistible urge. Lakuta tried pushing his head down, only resulting in the further compression of his throat, coughing again, but still trying to get closer, the scent growing stronger by the millimetres closer he reached.

Damel, of course, wanted nothing more at this point than to move onto the main event, but he had to admit that seeing Lakuta struggle towards it like this was a great deal of fun. Damel let out a soft chuckle, gently easing Lakuta downwards, such that, even as Lakuta now desperately pointed his tongue outwards, he just barely missed his package.

"Does the little wolf want to take me that badly, mmmm?"

Damel tilted his head upwards as he leaned back, glaring down at Lakuta with the wide grin of a madman and the authority of a dangerous lord.

"Beg."

Lakuta, now completely entranced by the musk, glanced upwards again, head tilted a little. There was a mild look of confusion among panting desperation. Damel simply remained in place, the slick tongue sliding over his beak.

"You heard me, dear... if you want my dick, I want to hear you beg for it."

Even in much less intense circumstances, Lakuta had little reservation about begging in the manner. It only added to a passionate foreplay, after all. But right here, right now, not only did he not mind begging, he was fully pleading, his wheezing voice fully feminine, a couple of tears still hanging at his cheeks, excitedly going over the top with his beg. It was all he could do with the last of his strength to prevent an eager smirk.

"P-Please sir... I crave your shaft too much... I want my throat to be worn like a sleeve over you, fucked 'till there's nothing left that isn't jammed into my thro-"

As what seemed to be a common occurrence that night, Lakuta got silenced before he could finish what he was saying. Though when previously it had been a finger to the lips, another voice, or the elusive note, this interruption was unyielding, as Damel slammed Lakuta's head downwards, driving his shaft against smooth canine flesh, forcing his maw properly open. Within the first push, his tip, his head, and even the first parts of his shaft slid into the throat's entrance, Lakuta wincing, but not yet gagging.

Holding onto Damel's legs for some support, Lakuta tried to aid his dom, pushing his head a little further downwards. Damel, however, had it all planned out. He started to drag Lakuta's head back again, to a point where only the very tip touched upon the back of his tongue, the wolf's maw filling with a slick spit and precum mixture. Musk once wavering into his nose was now marking itself into Lakuta's flesh, scent becoming an immensely addictive taste as he wraps his tongue over whatever he can get hold of.

Nevertheless, before he got too comfortable, Lakuta could feel another ram downwards, this time a great deal further, the avian shaft impaling Lakuta's frontal depths with numbing ferocity, the front of his neck bulging out slightly from the stuffing. He began coughing again, hard, though they barely came out as coughs at all; more like the smallest of splutters as he felt the length pursue to a depth that rivalled the tongue treatment he had previously received. Well over half way down, holding Damel's thighs tightly, barely able to accommodate what was already there, he could feel himself getting raised a little once more, though this time the steel-hard breeding tool never left his throat.

There was a pause, muffled whimpers emanating from Lakuta, before one more push had Lakuta's face buried beneath crotch fur. This was almost too much to handle, and Lakuta was tugging at Damel's thighs frantically, barely able to get any air through himself at all. His face was a deep red, and almost sweating form the roasting heat swelling inside him, alongside the embrace of Damel's feathery fire-type fur.

As for Damel's status? His head still tilted upwards, but his gaze went outwards, above and beyond his wolf toy. His tongue hung out slightly, as he let out a rough, pleasured sigh. And along with that outlet of breath came a jet of flames that illuminated above Lakuta for a few moments, dissipating in the middle of the room. His smile was now smug, and when he felt the tug at his thighs, a signal from the hole he was drilled into, one of his 3-pronged talons, no longer holding his cock, moved to grab one of Lakuta's wrists, bringing it round his back, all the way so that his other wrist could also be wrenched free of holding onto anything. By the end of it, whilst one claw kept an ever warning grip on Lakuta's neck, the other tightly secured his wrists behind his back.

At this point Lakuta was fully choking on the dick, coughing up the thick, inner throat saliva that he had, along with more frequent trails of pre, all over the lower ends of Damel's shaft, as well as his crotch. Craving more than just resting at depth, Damel soon began lifting Lakuta's head up for another time, not nearly as far, and not nearly for as long, immediately jamming his hips upwards against Lakuta's maw, the same motion repeating a few times, getting more rapid with each thrust. It wasn't long before Lakuta's head was getting carelessly jerked downwards against the motions, the sliding motions of the throat fucking just barely enough that Lakuta could get small amount of air flowing through him.

Another fiery jet shot from Damel, this time tilted downwards, a lone ember just barely missing Lakuta's swishing tail. Of course the Blaziken didn't want his flames to touch such a delicate creature below him. But dear arceus was it fun seeing just how close he could get it.

After a good few minutes of this rough treatment, Lakuta glanced up again, staring wide-eyed and desperately at Damel, who soon met Lakuta's gaze with a fully merciless expression, maintaining a hard eye contact as his shaft claimed Lakuta's frontal fuck-hole. The sickly precum saliva concoction was now dribbling down the underside of Lakuta's maw, onto his chest, the lustful scents of Damel embedding itself into the fur. Nothing seemed to hold this beast back now, and the eye-contact they shared meant they both knew the only way that this would end.

Damel was ready for unloading, and wasn't going to milk this out any longer than he needed to. No more words, no more begging, no more toying- here and now he would finish this. His dick jumped up a good few times, a rushing sensation creeping up from within the pianist, ready to unload at any moment.

Lakuta meanwhile was barely able to think, let alone comprehend what was coming, his top half getting repeatedly tossed and pounded back and forth like a ragdoll.

It began with a sudden pause, a massive wave of pleasure injecting itself into the Blaziken's body, as he held down the wolf all the way once more. After a few seconds like this, brief, harsh impacts of his hips went against Lakuta, as a huge jet of hot cum began pumping his insides. And then another. And then another still.

Lakuta managed to come to his senses a little from this: the cum was not just hot by the standards of one's seed, this fluid almost burned inside him. A few more degrees and it may have even dome some damage. As it was, Lakuta could only just barely handle it. With that being said, at these depths, keeping it down was the only this he was physically capable of. He tilted his attention upwards to perceive a feral lust of a stare from his attacker, up towards the ceiling, embers and a little bit of smoke floating from the nostrils at his beak.

It was unlike anything Lakuta had felt before, and a part of him just wanted to remain there. But with the addition of the boiling load, the depth began making him feel faint. Damel, as much as he was having fun with himself, knew when to back off, and he certainly didn't want this one to pass out. With one final movement, his claws, his legs, everything except his shaft moved off Lakuta, which Lakuta himself wrenched his head backwards to be free of. The force required, combined with his hazy state, had him falling backwards onto the floor, able to do nothing but gasp for air as Damel's cum got coughed up, bit by bit.

Of course, this was simply more amusement for the one still in the chair, as a final sigh of satisfaction was followed by Damel staring at the pathetic figure, recovering from his treatment.

Once Lakuta's breathing was reduced to a soft pant, Damel stood up, approaching the femboy from behind, lifting him like he was made of tissue paper, making him stand up straight. To clean off what was left on his length, he softly rubbed himself into the fluffy pelt of Lakuta's back. It had been out long enough now that it was a very pleasant warmth to Lakuta. And, with both his claws now wrapped around his torso, helping him to stand, Damel leaned down, gliding his exotic tongue up Lakuta's nape, gently rubbing his beak against the top of his head. His voice was still low, and demanded constant respect, but in the words was also softness, and comfort.

"You were a wonderful experience..."

Lakuta's face, which had all but returned to normal, became slightly flushed once again. In spite of everything, he couldn't help but tilt his head upwards, giving a delicate nuzzle to his captor, returning a soft lick, even managing a pleasant smile.

"Thanks... you were amazing as well."

For a good 5 minutes they stood there, warmed by the fire type in the orange glow of the oil lamp. The stand-up spooning only ended once Damel began to stand up straight, letting go of Lakuta to let him stand by himself. It felt almost unreal to Lakuta, such a high intensity, followed by such a calming down-time. As if he had just woken up from a long dream. Damel, now smirking again, walked over to the door, picking up his hat, resting it upon himself, as well as picking up a pack of smokes from the nearby shelf, tucking it safely into the grand feathers at his head.

"I gotta go now babe. People to see. No rest for the wicked, heh. Feel free to clean yourself off in the bathroom before you go. See you around."

His smile faded a little, as he looked back to the door. With another sigh, appearing more focused, more repressed, much like he had when Lakuta had first laid eyes upon him, he was out of the door, off to an afterparty he had been putting off for some time now.

* * *

"And I swear on me mother it was the furthest I'd ever seen someone shoot out their load in me life!"

Jack, giving a rather amusing story to some drinkers, rested against the back of the bar, cleaning the last of his glasses in preparation for the bustle that would soon come with the night time shenanigans. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he picked out a rather ditzy-looking Lakuta, who made his way back over to the bar, resting his head sideways on the counter, smiling, even laughing happily to himself. Jack was right on top of it.

"What I tell yeh, booked up night, take deep breaths, looks like you've had the time of yeh life, lad."

Lakuta managed a slow nod, giggling a bit, before sitting up again, resting his maw on his hands.

"He was... eheh, interesting to say the least."

Lakuta looked to Jack, who was simply shaking his head with a grin all of his own. The wolf was just about to get down from the bar stool, when he realised that he didn't have anywhere else to go. Of course, there was still the matter of payment, and of course the note. He sat up straight and began opening his bag.

"Hey, umm. So I think until I find a way to get home, I may as well stick around here. I... I don't really have any money on me at the moment, but I do have some other things, if trade is negotiable."

Lakuta fumbled around in his bag. Surely there had to be something in here he could afford to get rid of. Nothing with magical properties if he could help it. Ah-ha! Bingo! Lakuta took out a small, dark green pouch, secured closed by a yellow string.

"Trade? Well, I'm not usually one for it, makes business a little hard, ya see. There ain't many who would-"

For the first time today, it was Lakuta who managed to stop someone else mid-sentence. The bag, once turned upside down, placed onto the counter a series of coins, pure gold, and pressed into a special shape. Thousands of years old, they were, but Lakuta hoped they'd be enough. Jack, not even knowing where to begin, picked them up, giving them a very close examination.

"Now... where does a cute li'l thing like you pick up treasures such as these, eh?"

Lakuta gave his shoulders a bashful shrug, his smile becoming more friendly, and more relaxed. It seemed to be that they would be enough.

"I collect things like this in my travels. Each a little piece of history. Do you... think that they'll be able to pay for anything?"

Jack, now positive that they were genuine, placed the coins back in the pouch, taking it off the counter and placing it in a safe under the bar, where a lot of excess cash money was stored.

"I know a maniac who'll buy them for a high price, let's just say that. Once I made the exchange I'll deduct however much you should have been charged already and give the rest back to yeh tax-free, how does that sound?"

Lakuta, in relief, nodded his head quickly. He wasn't sure how much this was gonna get him... heck, even if he did end up with an amount, he wouldn't know if it could buy him a house or a pencil sharpener with it. All more things he'd have to learn on the way, he supposed.

Jack leant forwards over the counter a little. With the amount these coins would probably be worth, the Typhlosion would be sure to make a big-spender out of this creature. He gets only the best, and Jack gets the profits. The way he saw it, everyone would come out a winner.

"Now, how's about we find you a good-quality place to sleep for the night, eh?