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Summary: Del and Zyra had a fantastic day out exploring, and they've been having a streak of good luck. Del, in all his wisdom, decided to tell the woman he's been working with for years that he's going to ask out the cute girl at the Cafe because she has a nice smile and she's his type. Zyra is going to show him exactly why she should be the one Del picks, and not that floozy fox.

This is where Zyra and Del first came from, before putting them in the main PMD Heroes story because I liked the characters too much. 18+ only, not at all needed to read the main story, it's just hot side-story stuff.

AN: Heya, was struggling with PMD Heroes of the Past Chapter 10 and figured I'd work on something short in the meantime. I wrote this a while back, and it's literally just pure smut, there's no story here beyond the first thousand words. Going to work on that chapter again and will have it out by next weekend.

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The atmosphere within Treasure Town was peaceful--quiet. A soothing wind ghosted through the trees, rustling leaves and causing the grass to sway at its touch. The stream running through the center of town burbled as the duo made their way over the bridge. The pair, a Delphox and a Mienshao, strolled side-by-side through the dimly lit town, the sunset falling to the encroaching darkness.

"Look, Zyra, I'm telling you, we've been on a roll." The Delphox's tail whipped side to side with joy. He glanced at the fighting-type and flashed her a smile. "I think I'm gonna do it. Our luck has been good, and we've been killing it on missions lately."

"What are ya gonna do, Del?" Zyra, the Mienshao, held her good mood better than the fox, but couldn't help the little bouncy movement to her steps. "C'mon, I'm not psychic-type--use your words, dummy."

"I'm gonna ask her out!" Del replied. Zyra raised a brow and he continued. "The Braixen at Spinda's Café."

"Ah..." Zyra huffed and pursed her lips. "So, why her?" The bounce in her step died and her tail twitched with agitation.

"I dunno! I mean, she's just cute. She's literally my type," he couldn't help chuckling at that, "and did you see the way she smiled at me the other day? She was so pretty and friendly."

"Del. Buddy. Listen to me." She rolled her eyes and turned to face him. "It's her job to be friendly to you and anyone else that walks in those doors. Don't harass her at work--go find someone else ya know. Ideally, one that you've known for a long while. They'll usually be more receptive and honest."

Zyra turned away from the Braixen and clenched her paws. She was able to hold back the frustrated growl in her voice, though it was a close call. Del, meanwhile, opened his mouth to protest, only to pause. He closed his jaws and sighed through his nose, choosing to remain silent.

The duo turned north toward the residential areas, following the stone path down from the upper layer of Treasure Town. They made their way down the massive set of stone steps, the solid construction weathered under their paws. It spat them out at the entrance of a sparsely forested grove, and they followed along the familiar gravel path.

Del drummed his fingers against his thigh, opening his mouth to say something, then paused. He glanced at Zyra, who hadn't turned to look at him since they'd crossed the bridge. He couldn't figure out the sudden change after their great day.

"I dunno, she just seemed honest," Del continued. He missed the twitch of Zyra's eye. "You know, I bet it wouldn't hurt to try at least. And, if she says no, then it's all okay! It's not like there's not other ladies out there!"

"Mhm..." Zyra was quiet, her voice softer. "Plenty of 'em around. You just need to open your eyes a little."

"Exactly! I know we aren't like, Artemis the Ninetales famous, but we've got some recognition around town! I'm sure someone's into me."

Zyra clenched her jaw and picked up her pace, a huff of frustration escaping her. Del jogged to keep up, his steps scattering the gravel on the path leading to their house. The building was short, squat, with all the furnishings an exploration team would need.

Zyra ripped the door open, causing Del to squeak and jump back, his snout almost caved in by the metal. The Mienshao stormed into the house and chucked her Treasure Bag onto the table, her steps carrying her toward the bedrooms.

"Zyra, what's wrong?" Del closed the door behind himself and dropped off his bag beside Zyra's, following after her. "Did I upset you with the fame thing again? I know it's not your favourite topic, but-"

"No. Don't worry about it, I'm just going to bed." Zyra's response was cold, barely able to hide the growl in her voice. She stepped into her room and went to close the door. "Goodnight."

"Hey, don't be like that. Come on, let's talk." Del slipped into Zyra's room behind her, standing awkwardly by the door. "I'm here for you. We're partners. Whatever you need." Del stepped closer to her and tilted his head, a soft smile on his face.

"Yeah, right. Go on, I need to sleep. It's late, and despite the wonderful day, I'm still tired." Zyra turned to face him, arms crossed, scowling. She waved him away with a paw and huffed. Del shook his head and stepped closer still, giving the Mienshao a supportive smile.

"Come on, you know you can tell me anything. I promise." The Delphox's smile caused Zyra to glare at him in return. She grit her teeth and huffed through her nose, mentally battling with herself for a moment. Then...

"Would you fuck me?"

"What!?" Del reeled back, inhaling sharply, coughing a few times to clear out his throat. "Sorry, I- What? Did you just- Do you-"

"Yes, you idiot! I like you! I've liked you for a while! You're hot and sweet and adorably oblivious." Zyra growled and threw her arms outward, pacing angrily in front of the frozen fox. "Now, answer the question, Del."

"I... Uh. Yes, I think? Sorry, I'm just... You've caught me off guard. Why are you-"

"For such an amazing treasure hunter you're sure fucking blind," Zyra snapped, rolling her eyes. She stepped closer, her hips shifting side to side as she approached, not entirely by accident. Del's eyes followed the movement, much to her delight. "So, let me ask this again. Do you consider me a friend?"

"Yes...?"

"One you've known for a while?"

"Of course."

"And..." Zyra sauntered closer, setting a paw on Del's chest. Slowly, she started to drag her claws through his fur, her fingers sliding down his chest. "Do you find me attractive?"

"Uh... I..." His cheeks grew hot, and his ears pinned back, his breathing faster. "I... Y-yes... Yes, you're very pretty, and sweet and-"

"Shush." She pressed a finger to his lips, and Del froze. "... If you knew I was interested in you before, would you have asked me out?" She pulled her paw from his face and settled it back on his chest, her digits slowly kneading his fur.

"Of course I would! You're, like, my best friend, and you're sweet and kind and can kick ass, and you're pretty and-" Del is cut off by a glare from Zyra, a confused look replacing it a moment later.

"So then why didn't you?" She grumbled and poked at his chest hard, forcing him back a step. "I gave you all these signs, and I even told you that-"

"What!? When? I would have known if you had-"

"What about when I invited you down to the beach? You know, that little secluded area hidden by trees? We were alone, and I was pressed up against you, soaking wet from the water. I even told you it would be a romantic spot to have sex." Zyra narrowed her eyes and frowned up at him.

"W-well, I thought you were cold, and... I thought you were speaking generally, so I agreed. I didn't think that-"

"And what about when I asked for your help while I was in my room? On all fours, chest to the floor, ass hiked up and facing you? I had my tail up, for fucks sake."

"I thought you were looking for something under your bed! I didn't want to stare, that would've been rude!"

"Okay, and what about when I told you I wanted you to shower with me? I made you wash my back. I put your hands on my ass and everything!"

"I thought you needed help washing because you hurt your shoulder earlier! I wasn't-"

"I was grinding myself against you."

"... It was a small shower?"

"... You're absolutely hopeless, ya know that?" Zyra stared hard at Del, her eyes never leaving his. After a moment she shook her head and sighed, muttering under her breath. "You're lucky you're cute..."

"Hey, I'm not hopeless! I was gonna ask out-"

"Hey, know what?" Zyra interrupted. "I just had a great idea..." Zyra purred up at Del, her eyes narrowed. She pressed a palm flat against his chest and started to push him backward, forcing him to follow her lead. "You wanna ask out that lil floozy in the café, and... you said you'd wanna date me, right?"

"W-well, yes, and I-" Del's back pressed against the wall and he squeaked. He stammered, unable to form the words he wanted, pinned under the gaze of the lusty Mienshao.

"Well then... I think I'll have to do a little convincing to make up your mind, won't I, Del?" A low, playful purr rolled from her throat, sending shivers up the Delphox's back.

Del looked down as Zyra's paw began its slow descent. Her claws curled and raked gently against his chest, working through his fur in long, slow, side-to-side movements. She gradually slid lower and lower, working her fingers across his abdomen, tracing over the musculature hidden beneath his fur. Her digits worked up and down his core, causing Del to shiver beneath her touch.

A thud sounded out as Zyra dropped to the floor, on her knees before Del. Her free paw gripped Del's hips, digits digging in a little, while she placed her other palm flat on his middle. With a growl she shoved him back, pinning his hips to the wall. Zyra looked up at him, eyes narrowed, her tongue sliding out to lick at her lips.

"Zyra, I... What? I-I don't... Why-"

"Shhh, relax... If you want me to stop, just tell me. And, if you want me to keep going..." She leaned in, her eyes flicking away from Del's to focus on his midriff. "Well... Just stay still and let me do all the work..."

Del's followed Zyra's movements, his breathing short and heartbeat quick. With her left paw pinning Del's hips to the wall, her right slowly worked over his belly, brushing through his fur, gliding lower, and lower. Her claws trailed down to his crotch, gentle as she worked those points through his sensitive fur. Carefully, she worked her paw ever-so-slightly to the left--Del took a sharp breath as those digits brushed against his sheath.

Her paw shifted, pressing her palm flat against his crotch, while her thumb and pointer curled around his base. Zyra smirked and gently squeezed, drawing a strangled gasp from Del, his hips shifting in her grip. He remained pinned to the wall though, unable to escape her grasp. Zyra leaned in and pressed her muzzle right into the fur hiding his decency, her eyes peering up at him.

"Someone seems excited already..." Her words and throaty purr washed warm air over his emerging length, and Del huffed excitedly above her.

The pink of his length started to slip from his sheath, nothing more than just the very tip. That was more than enough to begin teasing the fox, however. Zyra squeezed his thickening sheath and leaned in, her eyes locked on Del's. She licked her lips and pressed forward, huffing as she felt the warmth of his excitement against her. Zyra gave his tip a soft, teasing kiss, lips playing against the head of his length.

Del's hips rocked forward and he shifted in her grip. Zyra narrowed her eyes and _shoved_him back against the wall, keeping him pinned while she worked him up. Her nose pressed right into his crotch, unable to move further due to the shape of her muzzle. That didn't matter though, the soft kisses against his tip had his cock growing straight into her maw. Zyra couldn't help the little smirk around his stiffening cock, and let her tongue come into play. That slick pink tongue slid under his length and cradled it, bathing the underside in warmth, occasionally rolling her tongue against the bottom to tease him further.

Zyra's gaze never broke from Del's eyes, smirking around his growing cock, just opening her mouth a little wider for him. She didn't even need to move, merely letting his excitement stiffen against her tongue and grow straight into her maw, her warm breath teasing over his cock and balls.

"Oh f-fuck... Zyra... That's-"

She cut him off by tightening her lips around his shaft and gave him a firm, eager suckle, slurping at his hardening length. Del clenched his teeth and shuddered, his hips bucking in her grasp, eager for more. The Mienshao kept him pinned and giggled around his cock, the sound partially muffled by the way her tongue _rolled_against the underside of his head.

Zyra closed her eyes, fully focusing on the growing cock spilling into her maw. Her fingers tightened up around the base of his sheath and started to work him back and forth, shifting her paw the slightest amount, stroking his length into her mouth. She suddenly pushed forward, scrunching her nose against his crotch and forcing him just a little deeper. Her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, and then she began flicking her tongue side to side, causing the back of it to grind firmly against his tip. Del couldn't help the soft, eager panting that escaped him, utterly transfixed on his partner worshipping his cock.

Finally, she looked up, feeling the tip of his length grinding against the entrance of her throat. He wasn't fully hard, and she knew it. She held herself against his groin, breathing through her nose, shifting her angle on him a little. She took a breath, pulled back briefly, and then pressed forward. His length ground firmly against her throat, wedged against it, a constantly increasing pressure trying to push deeper...

Zyra kept her eyes on Del's, his attention locked on her. She smirked around the cock in her mouth, winked, and swallowed.

Del's eyes rolled back and he slumped against the wall, the uncomfortable pressure on his cock vanishing in an instant. It's replaced by a tight, squeezing warmth that gripped him just right, tugging at his length, encouraging him deeper. He curled his fingers, a shudder rolling over him, and he placed his hands against the wall for balance--anything to keep himself grounded.

Zyra swallowed around the cock buried in her throat, feeling him throb. The digits at Del's base started to press back against his sheath. She worked him gently, pulling it back further and further until his knot slipped free, letting it rest against her lips. Being a fox, his knot was smaller than the average canine but no less sensitive--a fact she was going to abuse.

Slowly, Zyra pulled back, eyes on Del's again. She gave a firm, eager swallow around his tip, and when she felt how his hips bucked against her paw pinning him, she did it twice more, toying with him relentlessly, milking his tip with her throat.

She kept her gaze on him, slowly pulling away, inch after inch of spit-slick cock sliding from between her lips. Her tongue cradled his length on the way back until, finally, she pulled free. All that remained was her tongue curling under the head of his twitching cock and rubbing him firmly. With a final kiss on the head and swirl of her tongue around the crown of his shaft, she pulled off of him, sitting back on her knees, giving him a moment to breathe.

"Mnnf... Nice and thick..." Her teasing purr only served to excite the Delphox further, the sound of his panting filling the small room. "Hey, Del... wanna know why you should date me?"

"Hah... I don't... what?" Del couldn't focus, his mind reeling from the whole situation. He clenched his teeth and tried to steady his breathing to calm himself down a little.

"I don't have a gag reflex."

Zyra wasn't going to give him the chance to relax.

There was no warning, no notice, nothing. Zyra opened her muzzle, giving Del just the briefest glance at those sharp teeth glimmering in the light, and she _sank_her maw over him. Her tongue arched up and cradled his cock as she slid down his length, burying his cock in her maw. She held her gaze on his and pushed herself all the way to the base. Her throat spread for his cock head, and sank his twitching rod into that tight, gripping tunnel.

Zyra looked up at his face, the poor fox panting and moaning, helpless against her assault. She had more for him yet. She twisted her head a little to the side and pushed forward, her lips kissing his knot with a lewd little suckle. She held there for a long moment, giving several hard, audible gulps around his cock. Del's legs quivered and he arched his back, hips grinding toward that warm, wet tunnel milking his cock.

She needed his attention for what was coming. Both of her paws gripped his hips hard and shoved him against the wall again, a painting rattling from the aggressive move. Del gasped and looked down, and Zyra smiled up at him around his cock.

Without a word, the tip of his cock still buried in her throat, Zyra opened her jaws wide. Del shuddered, legs tensing and fingers curling as he watched the Mienshao open her mouth, sharp teeth visible as she swallowed repeatedly around his head. There was no warning as she opened her mouth even wider and _sank_her maw right over his knot, trapping his length completely in her jaws. Her lips squeezed down over his cock, buried behind his knot, gripping him firmly.

Del shuddered, eyes rolling back, hips trying to grind into that hot, slick maw, only to find himself helplessly pinned to the wall. Her paws gripped his hips tight, powerful arms keeping him trapped. With her nose pressed firmly against his crotch there was absolutely nowhere to go but deeper into Zyra's maw, right where she wanted him. He could feel her sharp teeth just grazing the base of his cock, everything buried deep inside that hot, talented mouth.

Then, she began to swallow. Loud, firm gulps rippled around the cock in her throat, her muscles milking and squeezing Del's shaft. Zyra kept her gaze locked on him, watching his expressions, grinning around the length throbbing in her mouth. She gulped harder still, letting him hear every single time she swallowed. Del was very aware that she was literally milking his cock with her throat.

After what felt like an eternity to poor Del, Zyra began to pull off of him. She allowed her teeth to just barely brush along his knot on the way back, letting him feel those sharp points so close to his sensitive flesh, making sure he knew who was in charge. Once she was clear of his knot, she pressed herself forward to kiss it one last time, slurping against it, and started to slide back. Inch after inch of his length slid from her mouth, her lips tight around him. Zyra's tongue pressed against the underside and angled it up, forcing his shaft to grind against the ridges on the roof of her mouth.

Del's reaction was immediate, his hips jerking forward in her grip, trying at the same time to push into the sensation and pull away. Zyra giggled around his length, and kept him pinned. She pulled back until just his tip was cradled between her lips, the rest of his throbbing cock glimmering with spit.

Zyra started to suckle on him hard, hollowing her cheeks while her tongue lashed at his tip repeatedly. She rolled her tongue along the head of his cock, swiping the precum drooling from his length away repeatedly, keeping his length clean. She held herself there for a torturously long moment, enjoying watching him struggling against her grip--unable to pull away, and unwilling to tell her to stop.

Del's length started to throb eagerly in her mouth, and Zyra let out a wicked little giggle around him. She worked herself harder against him, her tongue feathering his tip roughly, before switching to rough suckling again. Her eyes were on his, watching him close, waiting for him to get close.

Del's eyes screwed shut and his hips repetitively bucked in her grip, spurts of pre seeping over her tongue. With a final suckle and a loud pop she pulled away, strands of pre and drool connecting her lips to him. His length throbbed and twitched in the air, spitting precum across her muzzle and face. She looked up at him and gave Del an innocent grin, to which he barely responded--his jaw was clenched and he was panting through his teeth, his whole body on edge.

Zyra pulled off just a moment too soon, and she was well aware of it.

"Mnnf, fuck... Good boy! Are you enjoying yourself, Del?" Zyra's words rolled from her lips and sent shivers up Del's spine, her low, husky voice spiking his lust higher.

"Y-yes! Fuck! Z-Zyra, please, I'm almost- hah... Don't stop-"

A paw shot to his drooling length and she gave him a soft squeeze, cutting the Delphox off entirely. Zyra smirked up at him and leaned in, pressing her lips against his tip to give him a soft, tongue-filled kiss. Her tongue swirled around him in a long, slow motion over the head of his cock, her eyes locked onto him. The lusty shudder and the needy moan that slipped from Del had the Mienshao's heart pounding with excitement.

"Nuh-uh. You're done when I say you're done. And I..." She leaned in, her paw lifting his cock higher. With his length out of the way, Zyra leaned in and pressed her lips against his balls, hot breath teasing over them "I'm not done playing with you yet, Del..." Her lips rubbed against his sack with each word, her tongue slipping out to drag a single lick between his nuts.

Del tried his best to push his hips forward, needy for her affection. Zyra allowed him to grind against her face, enjoying how eager he was, before _shoving_him against the wall again. She growled playfully, turning her attention away from his heavily blushing face. Her focus was entirely on the cock and balls before her, figuring out the best way to make him squirm...

Zyra's long tongue rolled from her mouth and curled up, cradling one of his balls. She worked her tongue back and forth, undulating it in slow arches against his orb, toying with it. There was no warning as she switched to working her tongue side to side under one of his nuts, and then sliding beneath the other, bathing his balls in eager licks. Those rapid movements stilled, changing to firm, deep swirls against his balls, tracing him with her tongue. His cock isn't left unattended, her digits squeezing around him gently as she worked him from base to tip, her spit and his pre letting her stroke him off easily.

"You doing okay, big guy?" Her words are muffled against his sack. Del's not given time to respond, opening her jaws wide and tilting her head back. She gives the panting, squirming Delphox a good moment to look, letting him gaze at that wet mouth, the entrance to her throat, and those sharp teeth lining her jaws.

Zyra lunged, sinking her maw over his sack, taking both of his balls into her mouth properly and burying her nose against the underside of his cock. She closed her lips over top of them, sealing his balls entirely within the hot, wet sauna of her mouth, her tongue resting beneath his balls.

The reaction was immediate--the poor fox arched his back and slapped a palm over his mouth, trying in vain to muffle the whorish moan that slipped between his fingers. Zyra huffed through her nose and giggled around the balls in her mouth, finally getting to work.

Her tongue curled up and rolled against him, sitting right between the heavy orbs resting in her maw. She licked between his nuts and then pulled back, very gently tugging on them with her lips, suckling on his balls. She slurps on him playfully, smiling around the balls very gently pulsing and tensing in her muzzle.

Every little movement of her lips pulling back and then rocking forward was helped along by her tongue. It arched beneath one ball, working against him gently in deep, slow swirls, then swapped to the other to repeat the sensual onslaught. Her ball worship was accented by her paw shamelessly pumping his length, letting his throbbing cock freely drool into her palm and over her face, just toying with the fox further.

The mess didn't matter--all that did was breaking Del.

Zyra hummed and shifted her attention to his left nut, her tongue rolling firmly against it, her teeth just barely grazing his sensitive sack. She slowly pulled back, her eyes on him, increasing the pressure as she went, before finally letting his orbs out of her mouth with a wet pop. She tilted her head to the side and pressed a hot, eager kiss against his right nut. Her tongue added to the kiss, rolling against it and swirling deeply. Finally, she parted her lips, sucking that hot, pulsing orb into her maw, bathing it with her tongue.

Del couldn't focus, his mind wracked in pleasure, reduced to open mouth panting, his whole body quivering from her touch and worship. The only thing he could communicate was how much he loved it all with breathy moans and whimpers. Zyra merely smiled against his balls, the Mienshao toying with him, edging him, claiming him.

Zyra tilted her head and took his other nut back into her mouth, giving them both another long, lewd suckle. Finally, she gave him mercy, pulling away with a _pop_and left the poor fox shuddering against the wall.

"Hey, Del..." Zyra murmured up to him, trying to gain his attention. The Delphox shivered, hips twitching, and turned his gaze away from the ceiling, fixing his hazy vision on his partner. The sight nearly made him cum on the spot, the poor fox shuddering in lust.

Zyra held her mouth open wide and rolled her tongue out, the pink muscle cradling the head of his cock and working side-to-side beneath him. He gazed into her mouth, eyes lingering on those sharp teeth glimmering with drool, before his attention was torn away. Zyra's tongue slowly, torturously, started working laps around the tip of his cock, curling under the edge of his head and grinding circles around him.

The paw not pinning him to the wall pumped his length quickly--she was jerking him off right into her open, waiting maw! She knew she had his attention and lulled her tongue out further, cradling the underside of his cock, the edges of her tongue cupping the sides of his length. Zyra stared up at him, her mouth open, and _swallowed_the mess of saliva and precum pooling at the back of her throat. Del huffed hard as he watched that slick mess disappear with a loud gulp, desperately wishing that it was his cum she was swallowing.

"Del... Tell me what you want, big guy..." Zyra's words were slurred with her tongue against his cock, but that only made it hotter. Her paw moved faster, shamelessly jerking him off, uncaring of the loud noises or the mess they were making. "Be a good boy and beg for it." She slipped her tongue back into her mouth, leaning in with the motion to give his tip a greedy, tongue filled kiss, suckling on him, before pulling away with a wet slurp and a trail of saliva.

Del groaned, his hips twitching, trying to pull away from the wall. His balls tensed and his cock throbbed in her grip. There was a warmth building his middle, struggling desperately to get out. He was close--agonizingly so.

And she's not letting him finish.

"I..." He could barely speak, his body quivering with pleasure and lust. "Zyra... I-I... Please... I want..." His words were slurred, interrupted with quick breaths, panting hard.

"What do you want? Use your words, Del..." She stroked him off faster still, her thumb brushing against the underside of his tip with every stroke. His hips bucked and writhed, desperate to push himself just that little bit more, but her strength kept him pinned. Her grip tightened and relaxed in rippling motions as she jerked him off, practically milking him.

Zyra had a feral grin the entire time--he was putty in her hands.

"I-I want to cum! Please let me- hnnnf... F-fuck! Please..." Del was desperate, barely able to think. He tried to lean forward and get that little bit of stimulation to push him over the edge.

"Good boy..."

Then, she let go. A needy whine left Del, unable to understand why she stopped. She couldn't stop! He was so close! He needed to finish, just a little more!

Del wasn't given the time to beg. Zyra's paws shot to Del's hips, gripping him as she stood up. She curled one of her paws and worked her claws through his fur, brushing over his skin, moving all the way up to his chest. She turned him, making sure he remained facing her the whole time.

Zyra took a step forward, pushing on his chest and gripping his hips, forcing him backward, step after step. Unable to see where he was going, Del tripped backward over the edge of the bed and sprawled out, a panicked shout leaving him. He tried to sit up, only for Zyra to plant her paw on his chest and shove him down to the bed hard enough that he bounced.

Zyra crawled onto the bed like a predator, eyes narrowed, licking her glistening lips with a throaty purr. She planted a single paw against his chest and pressed down, keeping him pinned. With a little maneuvering she planted her other elbow right between his thighs and leaned forward, leaving her nose pressed up against the underside of his cock. A playful growl slipped out with her tongue and dragged a lick all the way from his base, up his length, and swiped across the tip, making sure he was focused solely on her.

"Hey Del? Wanna know something else?" Her purr had Del swimming in confusion, barely able to articulate his words. He tried to sit up, unable to with the hand on his chest, only able to lift his head to watch her.

Zyra leaned in and opened her mouth, breathing hot, wet air against his cock. Saliva dripped from her tongue and onto his length, letting her tongue contact him and give his tip the lightest of swirls with it, teasing it around his crown. Her lips parted further and she leaned in, her jaws hovering over either side of his cock. Those sharp teeth slowly closed in on his dick, just barely grazing his length, the fear and pleasure making Del quiver.

Zyra looked at him out of the corner of her eye, making sure he got a good look at his cock cradled between her jaws and teeth. She shifted her tongue, curling around his length and closing her lips around him. Several deep, greedy suckles left Del clenching his jaw, unable to grind into her mouth while her other paw held his thigh down. Her tongue fluttered over his tip, torturing him with fast, firm licks, before she finally pulled off of him with a wet pop.

"You should date me because I swallow."

Her mouth descended over him in a flash, lips clamping down around him and tongue curling up, grinding against his cock with deep, firm motions. Del tried to shift and squirm but her paws kept him pinned, only able to watch Zyra aggressively going down on him.

She began to bob her head, starting with slow, short motions halfway down his length, dragging her lips against him, leaving a trail of saliva as she went. Her tongue swirled quick laps around his tip, working him over and over again with eager movements. She shifted her eyes to look up at Del and smirked around the mouthful of cock.

Del was fixated, unable to look away, one hand over his mouth to huff and pant through it to keep himself quiet, while his other one curled up and bunched the bedsheets. He was holding on for dear life, and Zyra was going to change that.

Without any warning she sank her maw deeper over his length. His cock pressed against the back of her throat for the slightest moment, before she swallowed, and _shoved_her nose into his crotch. Del's cock was in her throat, his angle letting him see the outline of his shaft bulging her neck out as she swallowed around him. Those deep, firm, greedy gulps milked his cock hard, letting him hear, feel, and see every time her muscles clenched and squeezed around him.

Zyra tilted her head to the side to get a better angle, practically resting her head on his thigh, the shape of her muzzle making it impossible to go further head on. She looked up at Del, swallowed around his cock to watch him squirm, and pushed deeper. Her mouth opened wide, jaws descending over his knot, trapping his entire length in her mouth and throat.

Del panted and quivered, his eyes half-lidded, equal parts exhaustion and pure, insatiable lust working through him. He moaned through his fingers as Zyra swallowed around his cock, letting him see that bulge in her throat shift and get milked by her muscles. That soft, tight, warm tunnel held him in the most perfect of ways, and with his knot buried in her mouth, her jaws keeping him inside, there wasn't any way he could pull back. Not that he wanted to.

The Mienshao pulled herself back, pressing her lips against his shaft firmly, withdrawing all the way until his tip slid out of her throat with a slick sound. She gasped for breath and narrowed her eyes, diving down onto him again as if taking it as a challenge. Zyra buried his cock down her throat again and again, letting his tip slip out of her throat, before pressing in, kissing his crotch, and letting him feel that slick tunnel spread around his cock and clamp down on him. Eager movements worked his tip in and out of her throat while her tongue curled around his cock, lapping at anything and everything she could.

Del tried to buck his hips, squirming, desperately grinding into the pure bliss milking his shaft. Every movement down had him gasping through his fingers, and every pull back made him shudder. He quivered in place, legs tensing, core tightening, being forced toward the edge by Zyra face fucking herself onto his cock without mercy.

Suddenly, she pinned her lips to his crotch again and starts rapidly working herself back and forth, tongue grinding and snaking around his cock, her throat squeezing and clenching around him. Deep, eager, greedy gulps are all he can hear as she milks his cock hard, those tight walls relentless in their assault. His cock was trapped in her mouth and throat, and she wasn't letting go until she had her prize.

Del nearly broke as her paw slipped between his thighs and cradled his balls. Gentle, soft rolling motions of her paw and light tugs had Del very quickly losing composure. He felt his climax approaching rapidly, unable to get out a warning he was close. His hands, paws, and tail were all numb, his whole body tensing, legs straining, hips desperately grinding himself into the mouth pinned to his crotch and swallowing his cock.

Zyra could feel it too, his cock throbbing eagerly, desperate for release. She worked him hard, her tongue lashing against him, rolling firmly, pressing against him over and over, never stopping. Her throat squeezed and clenched around him, those greedy gulps and swallows milking him for all he's worth.

He shuddered and arched his back, his breath catching in his throat. Zyra felt his balls tense in her palm, his knot growing between her jaws, his cock throbbing hard._She _growls around him, the deep vibration adding to the relentless milking of his length and the massaging of his balls.

Del shuddered, eyes rolling back as his vision went white, pure pleasure overwhelming him. Zyra grinned around her mouthful of cock, watching him arch his back and cum hard. Her lips remained wrapped around the very base of his cock, sealed against his crotch. His length throbbed deep in her throat, her walls clamping down around him.

Zyra took a deep, greedy gulp every time she felt his length pulse in her mouth, swallowing his cum and milking him for more, her throat rippling and coaxing him for more. Her paw continued to massage and toy with his balls, timing her movements. Every deep, hard swallow just pulled more from the poor fox, quite literally milking him through his orgasm. Deep, hot, eager gulps had Del panting hard, chest heaving as Zyra quite literally tried to drain him, her throat gripping and massaging his cock.

The Mienshao pulled back, letting his shaft slide free of her throat with a gasp. A thick gush of cum is the reward for her efforts, splashing against the back of her throat, catching her off guard. She swallowed reflexively and purred, pulling back further and further, increasing the suction on his length even as cum spilled into her maw and painted her mouth white.

Zyra stopped when she reached his tip, her tongue fluttering against his spasming length. Firm, deep, eager grinds of her tongue work against his head over and over again, joined by the paw that had been pinning him to the bed. She wrapped her digits around his cock, pumping him hard into her mouth, stroking upward and squeezing, milking him straight into her muzzle. She held herself on him as long as she could, pumping him through his climax, massaging his balls, making sure that he's been drained for all he's worth.

It took Del nearly thirty seconds to come down from his orgasm, Zyra's technique extending his climax as long as she physically could. Her eyes were closed, focused on pleasuring him, making sure she got absolutely everything. The weight of cum over her tongue and filling her muzzle caused her to shudder with lust. Her cheeks bulged out from the seed in her maw, a little bit seeping from her lips and down the length of Del's cock.

Finally finished, Del was nothing but a limp puddle on the bed, and Zyra pulled back. Her lips pressed tight against him, sliding over his tip, allowing his limp cock to fall from her mouth. Zyra tapped at Del's thigh, in an attempt to gain his attention, one last display for the fox.

The Delphox shuddered, struggling to lift his head, looking down at Zyra, his chest heaving with the strength of his climax. He couldn't feel anything, his whole body numb. His jaw fell open, and he shivered as he watched Zyra.

Even though her cheeks puffed out a little from the amount of cum in her maw, she still managed to smirk up at him, giggling with a full mouth. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, showing off just how thoroughly Del had painted her maw white. A healthy layer of cum coated her tongue and pooled at the back of her throat. His seed drooled down from her sharp teeth, and oozed along the roof of her mouth, falling to add to the mess in her muzzle.

Zyra made sure he got a good, long look at the mess in her maw, before she snapped her jaws shut with a click of her teeth. Her cheeks bulged out, and a little cum drooled from the corner of her lips and down her jaw. Zyra tipped her head back and swallowed once, twice, three times, and a fourth every single hard gulp letting him watch more and more of his cum sliding down her throat, the sound of his seed disappearing very audible in the quiet room.

With the mess taken care of, the Mienshao turned her attention back to Del. Once again, she opened her mouth to show off that soft pink interior, completely free of any cum. She swallowed it all--every. Last. Drop. Her tongue snaked out and over her lips, collecting the little bit that escaped, her jaws closing with a soft click of teeth.

"Mnnf... Fuck, you came a lot. What a good boy..." Her voice was a little rough from the constant abuse, but she didn't care in the slightest. She loved doing that, and it was well worth it. She got to watch him lose his composure to just her paws and mouth. She watched him quiver and squirm in her grasp. Listened to him beg. Felt him quivering and throbbing in her throat and unloading himself into her. He gave her everything.

She shifted and rubbed her thighs together--she was soaked. Her digits slipped between her thighs, shamelessly toying with herself as she cast her gaze back up at Del. Fingers slid into her sex, spreading herself out around them, letting out a husky gasp of pleasure.

"Fuck... Mnnf, how was that? Did I convince ya? Heh..."

Zyra froze, and gave a little giggle, looking up at her partner. He was already fast asleep, sprawled out on his back and breathing deeply. Zyra crawled her way up the bed, moving to press herself against him. Her fingers continued to slip into her folds, spreading herself out, while her palm ground against her clit.

She shuddered and leaned in, pushing her muzzle into his neck fluff, and pressed a soft kiss right against his throat. Her warm breath washed against his neck, and heated him further, letting her nuzzle into him eagerly, pressed close.

"I think I win. You owe me a date, Del."

Zyra closed her eyes, the Mienshao gently rolling her hips. The excitement from everything had her absolutely aching with lust. Once Del was awake, she was going to make sure he returned the favour. Several times over. Deep inside her, until he couldn't move.

As for now? Zyra cuddled up next to her partner, a satisfied grin on her lips. Now it was time to enjoy her quiet time with him.