Flare & Ember: Installment 4
#4 of Flare & Ember
Here is the fourth installment of my ongoing series. I worked extra hard on this one (not that I ever slacked off before :P ) so I hope you enjoy it. I sure enjoyed writing it.
This one is mostly storytelling, but I'd be lying if I said there was no big yiff scene waiting for ya at the end! =)
All the characters you know are back, of course, but there are some new ones, as well! Enjoy! =3
Bonus points: I referenced a British humorist (a novelist), actually going so far as to swipe a joke of his. Name him and the name of the book I referenced (if you know that, too) for Bonus Points!
I wanna see if I'm the only one left that still reads his stuff.
Flare & Ember
Installment 4
11 -- Six hundred and twelve Poké, two Mini, and Sixpence
The three had cuddled together on the bed, and had fallen asleep. For a while, nothing could be heard but a slight whistling sound as they breathed slowly and softly. Now and again, a pleasant breeze would blow though the air vent, displacing the stale, muggy air that so often builds up in these rooms in the summer months. They lay together, dreaming sweet, peaceful dreams.
Indeed, Lei was enjoying the most comfortable dream he had ever had. It was strange, though. He felt half awake, and yet he was dreaming. He had common sense, and a modicum of conscious thought, but he was seeing and hearing things that weren't there.
These things may have been absent, but they were truly wonderful all the same. He was reclining in a moonlit field of clovers, looking at the starry sky with the two Vulpix he violated the day before. The breeze would blow every now and then, getting in under his fur, mingling with his down, refreshing him.
He took his gaze off Luna Major, the larger moon, in order to look at Ember. In her place was a rent collector. And in his paw: 600 Poké.
This sudden, disturbing apparition shattered this inner peace of his, this first peace he had felt for many days. He bolted upright with a jerk, eyes shot. Ember yawned and rolled over, still asleep, but Flare had been woken.
"Something wrong?" he inquired.
"Yeah. My rent."
"What about it?"
Lei sighed. He could see that this would take some explanation. He lifted a finger and shut his eyes in thought.
"First of all, I'm flat broke," he began, then went into detail. "I threw a party a few days back, and I had a little too much to drink. A friend of mine brought some..." He trailed off, deciding to omit some of the less necessary details. He went on. "I lost basically everything I owned in a stupid game of stones, and I owe six-hundred and twelve Poké, two Mini, and Sixpence for the rent of this goddamn den."
"What's a 'goddamn den'?"
"Fuck." Lei belatedly realized that the monosyllable expletive did nothing to convey his dislike of introducing them to 'dirty words'.
"What's a 'fuck'?"
Lei treated himself to a facepaw. "It means 'mate' but you only say it to be rude, or when something bad happens, like saying 'shoot!'."
"Oh..." Flare trailed off. He could now guess what 'goddamn' meant. "Then... you owe how much?"
Lei repeated the sum in question.
"Six-hundred and twelve Poké, two Mini, and Sixpence," echoed Flare, nodding in appreciation. "Six-hundred and twelve Poké... Two Mini... And Sixpence..." he repeated. He glanced at his sister, as a relaxed yawn and and a stretch from her drew his attention. "You awake?"
She nodded sleepily, rubbing her eyes. "What's all this about six-hundred and twelve Poké?"
"Six hundred and twelve Poké, two Mini, and Sixpence," corrected Flare. He has to pay six hundred and twel-
It took a while, but Lei finally snapped. " Shut the fuck up! Fuck! If you say six-hundred and shitfuck Poké and Mini and Shit-pence one more time, I'll..." He grasped his chest and breathed deeply, composing himself.
After about half a minute, he was more or less himself again. "Yeah," he continued, still breathing heavily, but clearly calm. "It's already overdue. I didn't pay it myself yesterday, so... the rent collector will come by today to see what's up. I need money fast."
Lei was in trouble, but strangely, he wasn't worried. An unbeatable optimism had always seen him through.
12 -- Poké and Change
The sun was now rising. It was gray morning, and though it was summer, the night chill still pervaded the air, a sharp contrast to the stuffy bedroom. Flare & Ember were just outside, taking a stretch and a breather. Two steps inside, Lei was kindling a small fire to get breakfast ready before the heat of the day would render such a maneuver uncomfortable, to say the least.
As the last of the nightbugs chirped, Lei was looking out the entrance with a touch of sorrow. Those two were fine, for now. But for the first time in his mottled, sometimes drunken, life, he had responsibilities. Sure, he had to work odd jobs now and then, to pay for his keep. But before, it just meant that he alone wouldn't make it. Now he was a...
His heart skipped a beat.
A father.
As he thought, his natural optimism started to wane, replaced by a soggy, heavy dread. He had more than a single misgiving, now, about what would happen if he failed these two. He placed a pot on, and watched the flames lick the crusted bottom of the empty pot. "What?" he ejaculated. He had been too distrait to fill it with water.
After a trip to the empty kitchen water tank, two trips back and forth to and from the well near those two Goddamned life-changing fox kits, and one from the tank to the pot, he was absolutely unsure of anything he was doing. He didn't really see anything, not even blackness, when he heard a voice speak to him.
Ember had noticed Lei's distraught manner. She could kind of guess what was wrong, but she asked him directly anyway, by means of being polite. "Is anything wrong?"
"Yeah," came the absent-minded response.
"Worrying about that money?"
"Yeah."
"And you have no idea how to get it, huh?"
"Yeah."
Flare came around the corner and chuckled. "Are you really, really, gay?"
"Yeah," Lei droned, still staring blankly at the pot, that when watched, never boils. He was greeted by Flare's grating laughter. Kids will always be kids, and at that age, homophobic jokes are quite funny. Second only to toilet humor among the boys. Even Ember couldn't help but giggle a little.
At the very least, this made Lei snap out of it. He even chuckled lightly himself. "Well, yeah..." he said after a while, scratching behind his neck uncomfortably. "I've got no real skills, and I've done all right so far simply because I live off an allowance from a rich cousin. If I can scrape together enough to pay for this expensive place for just one month, he'll never know about that little fiasco, so he won't cut the allowance off on the principle that 'I'm too immature', I... we can live in this nice den, and that's that, and all's well."
Flare had simmered down long since, but he still felt flushed in the face. "So you really just have to pay it just this once? ... And after that, you'll be set..." His night had been traumatic: Death of family, Exhausting walk home, sex with a near stranger... But there was that weirdo Raichu...
"Y'know," he began, "That creep who escorted us home said something about how to make quick money."
"Oh, really," Lei said with an amused 'do tell' smile. He was skeptical of any offer of quick money by anyone other than his cousin.
"Yeah, that's right!" Ember chipped in. She had completely forgotten 'til now. "He said he wanted to take photos of us, I guess we look cute or something. He said to go to the abandoned shack near Oaktown, knock three times, and ask to buy a bottle of ink. Like a password, or something. Neat, huh?"
Expecting a Ponzi scheme or 'Instant-Win!' lottery of some sort, this underground, dangerous stuff went straight to Lei's fun loving heart. Why not offer them up for a photo shoot, or something? The world needed more cub porn. There wasn't enough to go around from his point of view. The inability to make copies anywhere near the clarity of the original photo made these things a commodity of sorts. And here- here were two cubs already versed in sex, and probably willing to hold their genitals out in the open, nice and still, for the necessary two minutes while the camera worked its magic.
He could lie and play it off until they got there. But he felt he ought to tell them. It was only right.
"They're... um... photos of your privates. Not just of you. They'll be bid on in an auction, probably, and lots of guys like me will look at you through them. To... you know, make playing with themselves more fun."
The two just blushed. "How do you know?" asked Flare.
Lei just rolled his eyes. "Password; the password."
"Duh~" Ember said, hitting herself for not thinking of it. No one could blame her though. This was the first she had heard of pornography. She felt her face blush even deeper. "I don't... mind..." she squeaked weakly. "Might be... f-fun." Her voice trailed off to an almost inaudible whimper.
"Flare?" Lei called.
"Sure, why not. I don't really care anymore. If that's what it takes, I'll do it. I won't enjoy it, but I'll do it."
Flare knew he was lying to Lei, and to himself. He secretly liked the thought, whether or not he would admit it.
13 -- The Great Detective
The two foxies were bashful during their breakfast. They were quiet, too. Nor did Lei want to bring up a conversation. He knew a father probably shouldn't be doing this kind of thing, but... These two were different, weren't they? They didn't mind, did they?
Reluctantly, he started the ball rolling. "You two can back out any time you want to. I'm not making you do this."
Ember looked up at him. "No, you're not," she replied cryptically, before returning to munch on her warm grindmeal.
Inwardly, Lei was pleased at the arrangements, but this mood at the table was getting to him. He sat there for a few more minutes, letting silence pervade the air once more.
Eventually, he gave the ball another push. "It might actually be fun for you, Flare. Ember seems to think she'll like it."
"I know."
Lei couldn't work under these conditions. He pried his wooden spoon moodily, refusing to acknowledge the others' presence.
He had diagnosed the atmosphere as sullen and awkward, but he was wrong. Mostly wrong. It was awkward, but the kits were both looking forward to their photo op. They just didn't want to talk about it.
It had turned into a warm day. Lei's forested area was a lot cooler than their last home, due to the shade, reassuring the two Vulpix, and helping them adjust to their new neighborhood as they walked toward their contact.
They seemed more bright and lively now, so Lei gave it another go. Maybe with some breakfast in him, he might be a little more fortified for sober conversation with children.
"Feeling better?" He queried, smiling.
"I guess...?" puzzled Ember, trying to remember when she had been feeling bad.
Flare piped up, changing the subject. "How far is Oaktown from here?" he asked. He'd had enough of walking around the forest for hours.
"We're already almost there. I live on the outskirts."
"Well, the shack is near Oaktown, too. Where is it?"
Lei was silent for a bit. "Outskirts... Where along them? It could be anywhere along a ring outside the town."
"Fuck," Flare said.
Lei chuckled to himself. "Maybe cubs won't be so bad after all," he thought. "They are supposed to end up just like the parent, right?"
In the end, they ended up circling the whole town, with no luck. Lei was about to suggest moving the search inward a bit, when he saw a Pikachu approaching. "This can't be good," he thought.
The Chu drew close. He was very striking, even for a Pikachu. And not only did he look rich, he smelled it too. The dim forest light glittered off his gold hoop earing, and his fur had been professionally groomed from ear to toe. The scent of only the best cologne emanated from his shiny coat of fur, at the same time masculine and cute.
"I am looking for one 'Lei, Raichu,' he stated professionally. He looked emotionless, like a dead fish on a slab of ice.
"Fuck," thought Lei.
"Fuck," thought Flare.
Ember went a little farther than this. She utilized a longer word. Longer meant dirtier, right? "Shitfuck."
"That would be me," Lei answered. "Look, I'll pay as soon as I get the money, but right now I've got nothing for you." Now Lei was worried. He was hoping he wouldn't meet this guy until he had the means to pay. Once he had been approached, he knew, it would only be a matter of days before he was evicted. If he could have avoided this meeting, though, he couldn't be evicted on moral grounds, and he would have gotten a few extra weeks.
"You were expecting me then, I see?" The Chu wasn't budging. He was as imperturbable as ever. "My supervisor requires six-hundred and twelve Poké, two Mini..." A tic manifested itself in Lei's left eyebrow. "...and Sixpence."
"Look, please," Lei pleaded, clasping his paws. "I have every intention of paying- I just can't at the moment..." He looked at Ember, then over to Flare, finally resting his gaze at the ground. "These two are too young to survive on their own. Their parents were both hunted. I'm now their... their... dad. If you evict me, please at least get them somewhere decent to live."
The Pika shuffled uncomfortably. "I really can't help, short of paying the debt myself. My arm is being twisted. That's all I can say of the matter. If she even... Never mind. Sorry."
He shifted his gaze left and right, as if he felt sneaky or dirty, even. He sighed, turned around, and began to walk off. "I never met you here. Got that? When I finally meet you, make sure you have it."
Lei looked up. "Thanks!" But he was already gone.
As the group continued their search, they were thankful, of course. But the general opinion was that he had plenty of money to help out if he truly felt sorry for them. Strangely, Lei felt mainly jealousy and anger toward the collector. "If he wanted to help so bad, why didn't he just pay?" he spouted.
Ember was feeling the most grateful toward him of the three. After all, she felt, it wasn't his fault he was rich. "Come on, he gave us a second chance, didn't he?"
Lei was forced to admit this fact. But it didn't change his opinion that he was a rich motherfucker who lost concern for others.
The bitter mood had completely faded by the time the party finally found the secret shack. It was deserted and empty, or looked like it. Sola, the summer sun, was already at noontime. Though it was lunchtime, the pangs of hunger were not felt by any of them. All of them, even Lei, were overtaken by anticipation.
"A bottle of ink?" Lei asked Ember.
"Yeah. Ask to buy one."
"Strange password."
Ember shrugged, as if to say, 'It's not my fault. I wasn't consulted in the matter,' then she said, "But knock two times, three seconds apart, first."
Flare cut in: "No, no! Knock three times, two seconds apart."
Lei rubbed his temple. "I don't need this. Not now. What is it?"
The two thought for a while, then they both spoke simultaneously.
"Yeah, he's right."
"Wait, I think she was right, after all!"
Without troubling himself over it, Lei just followed his intuition. He loved going to the theater, and his idol, Detective Smarts, would know what to do here. He thought of Vino, the actor that most usually played the detective at the Oaktown theater. "Vino as The Greatest Detective investigating a possible cub pornographer..." he mused.
Suddenly, he knew exactly what to do. A similar thing happened in The Blood Ring.
He almost became a different person. Ignoring the bickering that was now breaking out between the twins, he casually knocked three times, two seconds apart, smiling self-assuredly, almost conceitedly. He guessed that only two knocks so far apart would be hard to hear for those no doubt below the ground, under the super-secret trapdoor hatch that just had to be there.
The door didn't open, but he heard a girl's voice speak. "Help! I've been locked in! Open the door, please!"
Detective Smarts was on top of it. Lei would have made a mistake here, but not Detective Smarts. "Are you shitting me, good sir or madam? I came to buy a bottle of ink. If this isn't the place, my 'directory' must have a duplicate entry."
Cheesy, but almost entirely quoted. Not bad, he thought.
"Oh! Are you a fan of The Greatest Detective?" The girl inside said, as the door swung open, revealing a tiny Eevee with an ink smudge on her face, and a musty book on her pack slung over her side. She was holding a candle, and her eyes squinted in the forest gloam after so much time in pitch blackness.
14 -- Underground Activity
It turned out that there was no trapdoor inside. It was just a super-secret spiral staircase behind a decrepit empty bookshelf. Oh well.
They began their descent, all in awe. So much awe, in fact, that Lei was forced to shed the Smarts shell. The staircase went down farther then anyone could have guessed. It was lined with hard packed dirt and clay, and was only lit by the candle the ink faced Eevee was holding in her paw.
After they had reached the plain clay room at the bottom, the little Vee set the candle on the table in the center, providing some little light, and introduced herself.
"My name's Inky," she began. I... see you have two kits here? What exactly do you have in mind for them?"
The two remained silent. "There's more than porn here?" Lei wondered. "I was told they would make good subjects for a photo shoot."
"Ah. Thought so. You didn't seem the type to just waste them, but I didn't know for sure." She spoke casually as if this stuff was perfectly normal. It actually was, for her.
Lei remained silent. "Waste them!?" he thought. His eyes almost bulged, thoroughly horrified. "What's that supposed to mean!?"
"Just a moment." Inky moved over to one of the two doors the room presented, opened it, and showed them in.
The hall inside was unlit, but candlelight was coming from the nearest door on the right. "I'll be in my study if I'm needed. It's the other door in the lobby. Feel free to knock." Inky winked, then withdrew.
It was a scary thing. Even Lei was a little scared as they approached the flickering candlelight. The kits were silent as they worried for the first time what they might have gotten into. If it was really that Rai they met, there was no telling what he might feel inclined to do to them. It may have been speciel profiling, but they didn't really trust Rai's with their bodies anymore. At least Lei was kind to them.
As soon as Lei turned the corner, though, everything changed for the better. "X! You rascal! I might have known it was you here!"
"Lei!" came a Raichu's voice from within. "You little bitch! So God-Fucking-Good to see you! I knew those foxies would have no trouble getting you to come here! When I realized who was looking after 'em, I knew I had to get them safely home. Halfway there be damned. Wife be damned."
Flare decided it was definitely safe to turn the corner. As soon as he did so, he saw the Rai from last night clasping paws with Lei, and exchanging a back slap or two.
"You friends with the guy?" Ember asked, poking her head in.
Lei glanced back. "Yep. I invited him to the party I mentioned. He brought some of his work over. ... That was your work, right, X?"
"Fuck Yeah. Didn't want to say so at the time. But it was." X looked at Flare and Ember. "I really can't apologize enough. I've fucking wrecked your lives, I guess."
"We've all got to eat right?" Ember said bravely, but everyone could see she was still trying to forget.
It really wasn't so bad for the two. Hunting was so socially accepted, neither of them bore him any resentment. As far as they were concerned, they had simply permanently changed families. Just like their Mom said would probably happen, "either today or in five years." They were definitely still grieving, but the kind of lenience this new lifestyle granted them would help them get over it quickly.
There was some short silence, but Flare broke it with great purpose. "Let's get started! This might actually be fun!"
"Shit, you'll love it!" X assented, grateful for his willingness to drop the distasteful subject.
Ember was also glad of the sudden fizziness. "Could I go first?"
"Yeah! 'Course. Le'mme get set up." He walked over to the corner of the room, where they now noticed was a nifty setup, with spotlights, a plain white cloth slung smoothly as a backdrop, and stacks of pillows of various shades of gray. As he began to ignite the wick inside each of the three spotlights, he explained the procedure. Each picture takes two minutes to develop. You need to remain as still as possible as they take shape. Every time you move, or shift, the picture blurs. The less blurry it is, the more I can sell it for.
Reminded of money, Lei asked a question that had been bugging him all the way over here. "And... about how many do we need to get six-hundred Poké?
"Lots!" He laughed. "This biz isn't the goldmine you might think it is. The ones that come out sell for fifty to a hundred Poké, but only about one out of every four can be seen clearly enough to sell. After paying my own expenses-" he waved his paw, indicating stacks of blank paper envelopes, each shielding a single matte film from the light, "I get about ten to twenty Poké in profits. I sort through them all later, so I pay a flat rate for each shot, whether or not it was good. I pay two Poké each, and I barely have enough to feed myself."
"That's all?"
"That's all. I'm in this business for the fun! Where the fuck else can I look at prepubescent pussy and cocks for money? The small pay is a minor trade off!"
Lei pondered, calculating sums in his head. "That means ten hours..." How many days do we need to return? I need that exact amount fast."
"In trouble? Yup. Just leave it to me. If you need six-hundred Poké, I can do it in two days in a pinch. I always need subjects. Just as long as these subjects here don't get too antsy, mess up my photos."
Lei looked at them, letting his expression alone speak for itself.
"Yeah! Definitely." Flare said.
Ember was a bit more hesitant. "Just as long as we get something out of it. I had no idea I'd be sitting cooped up here so long.
15 -- Cooped Up
Ember had taken her place on an off white cushion X had meticulously selected among his dozens of shades. "Why did finding that one take so long?" she asked.
"It has to contrast your fur just right. Not too much. Not too little."
"And why do they call you 'X'? It's a scary name."
X made a slight correction there. "I call myself X. Max is stupid. Scary is better than stupid.
"Spread your legs, face the camera, hold your flower open."
Guessing correctly what 'flower' meant, She complied. She blushed as X strode back to the camera and made a few adjustments, zooming in to her place that would soon no longer be secret at all.
"Okay. Few tips. Get comfy now. Breath really slowly and gently, keeps your chest still. If you move too much, I won't pay for the shot, because I'll know for sure it didn't work. Ready? Stay still now." He slid a slide out on the camera, exposing the film, as well as exposing her private flesh, spread out by her young paws, so all the world could soon see the uncovered skin.
By the end of the still, she was glistening, and her heart was beating rapidly. She had tried to keep even her face still, but she had not noticed a slight smile spread itself across her face, about halfway through.
Fortunately, this first shot didn't use the face at all. X took the exposed slide and, after scribbling something it's envelope with a reed pen, stuffed it inside and reloaded the camera.
"Excellent. Very nice. Now the male alone."
Flare sat down on the vacated cushion, and got a whiff of the scent his horny sister left behind. He felt the warmth of an erection forming.
"Rub it," X instructed. "This is going to be tricky. It needs to be still the whole time. Boys usually wreck twice as many as girls. Rub it 'til it's hard, then hold it at the base. Keep it stiff, but try not to make it throb or bounce or anything.
"Ready? Three, two, one..." he counted. Then the slide cover was pulled out again.
Flare really tried his best. He couldn't help but let his penis twitch a couple times, but he held it in place shamefully, imagining a group of adults he would never see ogling it, using that little slide like a window, peering through his sheath right at his meat whenever anyone wanted.
"Not too shabby. It might be a little blurry, but hopefully it might be saleable. A hundred forty eight left."
This would probably take some willpower.
Only about halfway through the session, the two had already posed together, apart, holding each other, holding themselves, looking needy, looking satisfied, coupling, cleaning, and even playing doctor, using props X was happy to supply.
They had chatted about all sorts of fun things kits weren't allowed to talk about with adults. They learned about prostitution, about things like bondage play and chastity, about what being gay was really about ("It's not their choice? It's not just about boys trying to be weird?") and even about surgical decisions couples sometimes make together to keep their partner, or themselves, in the proper place. Not to mention lots of new words to use.
The two were actually panting with need by the time they had reached slide eighty-one.
"I don't think they can take any more," X said, shaking his head. He then looked over at Lei, catching up on his lost sleep.
"Wake up, Biatch!" he screamed, shaking Lei roughly by the shoulder.
"Huh? was sleeping?"
"How could anyone sleep while..." He was cut off as the scent of fancy cologne heralded the coming of the richest, and only Pika they had met that day.
"Yo, X!" he said. His manner was relaxed, completely different from their first encounter.
"...Oh, shit!" was what he said when he realized he wasn't speaking to X, but this other Raichu, Lei. He looked to see if the kits were here for a photo op, but he already knew that must have been the reason Lei had come here.
He really had wanted to take on the burden earlier, but had no money on him at the moment of their first encounter. He was instructed to head directly back, with the debt paid in ready money. No sack of coins, no deal. What was he to tell the boss? "Yes sir, they paid. The money they gave me, you mean? I don't have it with me at the moment." Not likely.
This time he was ready. Ignoring his erection at the sights and smells the room presented, he tried to make amends. "I'm really sorry I couldn't help you guys earlier. I've got a bit of money with me now, and I came to buy some slides, but I'm more than happy to reconsider."
Ember looked at his burgeoning erection. She had an idea. It was a fiscal decision, but it was not due to fiscal need. She walked up to the Chu and gave him a lick, just as she learned from Lei. You can cum in me twice for the rent money. Please?"
Pika fought hard against this. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't do this to a little girl. "Really, it's okay. I'll pay your debt if you'll just...
Unfortunately, or possibly fortunately, his words were misconstrued by Ember. She gratefully pushed his recently cleaned and powdered cock right into her mouth. It was a little strange, compared to her brother's. This one was very dry at first. It was a little lighter in color than the others she had seen before, too. His was a pretty pink. She sucked hard, working her tongue around the tip. She was glad when the pre began to dribble. He tasted great, and he made a lot. Her whole mouth was becoming slimy in no time.
Pika was brought down onto his back, as Ember gobbled every drop he let loose. He felt his orgasm beginning, and he actually started humping her mouth a bit. When he reached his peak, he pulled out, finishing himself off with his paw, coating the fur on her face with his load.
Ember wriggled her hind quarters in desperation, her slit dripping her own juices on the clay floor, the sight of a male throbbing and shooting inches from her eyes, into her eyes, created an almost unbearable need inside her.
And Pika wasn't sated yet. This little pleasantness had been given to him on a silver platter, and as long as it was no longer a donation, he wanted his money's worth. Without a word, he walked around her, mounting her doggystyle, and thrust hard into her cavity.
Ember's limbs gave out at this sudden pleasure. She tried her best to keep her tiny butt propped up invitingly, but her little knees gave out, quivering like a jelly.
It turned out not to be a problem. She hadn't noticed through all the waves of pleasure, but her hind was actually being held up by Pika. He had just come, so he was not going to have much of a problem lasting inside her, even though she was such a tight fit for an adult.
Ember's vision had blacked out. She was being thrust into by the hottest guy she had ever seen, even though he wasn't her species. His prick was just right for her. It was packed into her, she could feel herself squeezing it, with every thrust she felt her walls clamp down onto this wonderful invader. It was hard and ungiving, but so smooth and slick as it glided along her walls, smearing their juices across her G-spot with almost every stroke.
Hazily, she felt a penis press up against her muzzle. She tried her hardest to open her eyes, but found it impossible. Whatever. The only thing she wanted more than cock now was more cock.
She hungrily clamped her lips over it, instantly recognising the scent of her brother. She gave it all the loving attention she could, but she couldn't really concentrate though this much bliss. This was the best she had ever felt. More true love than the vibrator, more sheer pleasure than her other encounters with penises.
She suddenly felt something else in her womb. She felt Pika's dick throb, and a splash of something warm, and so nice, deep inside her tummy. It throbbed again, and it grazed her G-spot for the umpteenth time. It was the final straw. As the cock throbbed a third time, her walls tried to squeeze down hard, impeded by the rock hard meat already stretching her. They squeezed again, and again, trying to end her orgasm. After Pika had given everything he had, he pushed farther in, giving her cunny as much resistance as it would take. Ember bit down hard, unfortunately putting a tooth through her brother's shaft.
Flare was just about to get off inside her mouth, when he felt her bite into him. The pain caused him to cum, and though it hurt, this painful sort of sex had it's own kind of feeling. He came into her mouth, giving Ember more seed to treasure inside her. It came out slowly, he felt his member trying to squeeze the sperm past her teeth, but they were clamping him shut. His knot grew past her teeth, painfully, yet welcomingly tying in a sharp, spiky environment. When he was finally relieved, most of his cum was still inside of his own penis! It began slowly, pleasurably leaking out, forcing his sister to taste it over an extended length of time.
They all lay still, panting. Flare withdrew as soon as his knot shrank, happy to see that he was not too badly damaged.
Lei had been playing with himself as this all unfolded, but he ran over as soon as he saw the drip of blood on the base of Flare's shaft. "Are you hurt bad?" he asked, worried.
"No, I'm hurt good," came the sleepy response.
"I'm Miles, by the way," Pika said, shattering the current topic of conversation, and obliterating the mood. "Does anyone care to go out for dinner? My treat!"