For Flight: In Gaslight Shadows
I present to you the first story of the For Flight story arc: In Gaslight Shadows. A few things you should know about the universe:
1) Humans and Pokemon have no problems communicating verbally, and for some, mentally.
2) There is no trainer system, everyone is essentially equal.
Without further ado:
The bedroom was paneled in dark wood, the fragrant smell of polish permeating the room. In the orange glow of dimly flickering electric lights, the dull shine of brass pipes and somber toned furnishings combined to create a genteel sense of landed masculinity. From the extravagant arched windows dominating the exterior walls, the surely antique canopied bed, to the steam fed heating pipes; the room resonated with the trappings of wealth.
Catherin's heeled boots sank deeply into the carpeted floor as she turned; surveying the room with deliberately wide eyes, as if overawed by its opulence, while quietly noting exits and windows. Her eyes lingered on the journals lying open on the rosewood study table, the notepad resting on the curvaceously legged night stand, and the check book resting precariously on the hearth. Completing her turn, she regarded the gentleman who owned the bedroom with a delicately arched eyebrow.
"What a lovely chamber, dear. I am sure I have never seen the like of it before", she exclaimed sycophantically. The man chuckled modestly, stripping off his rain streaked suit and arranging it on a hanger. Neither imposingly built nor possessing an aura of power, he possessed an unassuming, forgettable face that was entirely unbecoming for a power monger of his influence. It was hard to believe that this man's every word, gesture, and footfall had consequences that reverberated through every division of the city, both legitimate and underground.
"This is nothing, sweet. I could show you sights that would make this grandeur pale in comparison." While delivered in an entirely deadpan tone, his conspicuous glance at the low neckline of Catherin's blouse belied his true intentions, and the double edged meaning of his words. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rising.
Catherin angled her head away and raised a hand to her mouth, as if hiding a coy smile. Behind the shield of her hand, her lips twisted in a disgusted grimace. "Have you found it yet, Lex?" she asked mentally, her common accent contrasting sharply with the refined tones she had adopted for her companion. "Even his insinuations are bad."
Despite her distaste, she stepped towards the man, feeling her blouse clinging to her hourglass figure; the result of a thorough soaking by the same rain that was even now pattering against the windows. Although she didn't look down, she was sure that the thin white cotton was quite translucent. Though she briefly regretted her lack of undergarments, she pushed the thought away. She had an objective, and anything to accomplish it would be worth it.
"No," Lex's mental reply came, "still looking." A flash of amusement came through the mental link. "Keep him busy..."
Shoving her revulsion aside, she pressed up against him sinuously. She purred breathily, "What sights would those be?" hoping to minimize the time she had to spend in the loathsome process. A hand strayed suggestively towards his gold plated belt buckle as she arched her body into his.
Using the belt, Catherin drew him hard against her, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest. In response, the man's grey eyes slipped below her neckline as his arms slipped around her, deftly maneuvering her towards the bed. Sitting her down on the silky mattress, his hands slid up along her curves, just brushing against her breast before coming to rest on the top button of her blouse. She shivered in disgust, though her potential bedmate probably mistook it for lust.
Catherin brought her hand up to gently hold his hands, temporarily stalling him. She smiled at him with an expression full of promise. "Could you give me a few minutes, dear?" she asked, moving his hands off of her. "Just to prepare?" Angling her head seductively, she gave him a smoldering glance that hopefully melted away any of his reservations.
Although he clearly did not want to wait for her seemingly extraneous preparations, he maintained his veneer of gentlemanliness. "Of course sweet, the bathroom is just behind that door."
Catherin gave him one last fleeting half-smile before retreating into the small room. The floors and walls were white marble, with a contrasting black marble sink set beneath a polished copper mirror. A tub was sunk into the floor, also white marble, and the whole room was adorned with gleaming copper pipes carrying hot water. She turned to the mirror, and watched as her reflection stared back at her.
Her hair, hanging loose in a brown curtain around her shoulders framed an exotic face with eyes like a forest pool of deep green. Looking down, she could see that the rain had, indeed, made her sheer white blouse translucent. It provided only an insubstantial membrane over her body, and failed to leave anything to the imagination. Her breasts were of the perfect size to accentuate her figure, not so large as to dominate her form, but certainly conspicuous. Thankfully, her violet skirt, while sheer, was not subject to the same effect.
Catherin turned on the sink to mask the noise of her activities. Steam slowly filled the room as hot water rushed into the marble basin. Catherin reached down, and drew the hem of her skirt up, revealing lithe legs, and extracted a packet from a pouch strapped to her inner thigh. Tearing the packet slowly, she poured the sweet smelling powder into her mouth where it immediately dissolved on contact.
Carefully putting the spent packet back into its bag, so as to not leave evidence, Catherin rinsed her hands in the sink, savoring the feeling of hot water on her skin. She turned off the water, straightened her hair, and readopted the regal, gliding tread as she flowed out of the bathroom. The man was sitting on the bed, his belt coiled up on the nightstand. His eyes roamed over her body as she approached him, and sat on his lap.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Catherin didn't have patience for anything that would delay the procedure. Putting an index finger to his mouth, she leaned her head back and parted her lips, a clear invitation.
Luckily, her host was in no mood to stall either, and swooped down, a hand curling behind her neck as he pressed their lips together. Catherin licked at his lips, asking, and he responded by slowly extending his tongue into her mouth, dancing with her tongue, tasting her mouth and the sweet powder that she held in it.
As they kissed slowly, his hand gradually relaxed around her neck, his eyelids falling closed as he sank backwards into the support of the bed. Catherin eased him down, watching the sleep powder that she had earlier bought from a shady Breloom take effect. The double dose of awakening that she ingested before arriving also seemed to be working as expected.
She took off his shoes, setting them beside the bed and extracted a syringe from her pouch. Sliding it carefully into his neck, Catherin slowly injected the advanced form of stun spore that the Breloom also concocted into his system. It would interfere with his hypothalamus, preventing him from forming long-term memories. When he awoke the next day, he'd have no recollection of the last night. He'd probably assume he'd drunk too much.
"He's out." she reported to Lex. Catherin started leafing through the notebook on the nightstand, and, not finding anything of interest, moved on to the journals on the study table.
A mental image of him padding into a well-kept library appeared in her mind. "Keep looking," Lex replied, "I've checked through the entire mansion. The only rooms left are his bedroom and this library. Meet me here if you don't find anything." Catherin saw him flip open a book with his pointed muzzle, and hold it open with his paws as he started reading.
Catherin continued flipping through the journals, but didn't find anything of note. After quickly looking through the checkbook, she quietly exited the room, glancing back one last time to check whether she had disturbed anything, before closing the door behind her. Dredging up the floor plan of the mansion she had studied the day before, she recalled the location of the library and set off through the silent halls.
The hallways were dark, lit at intervals by dim electric lights. The servants had long retired to their own dwellings, leaving the master to his personal affairs. Their absence showed in the tense silence looming over the halls and the soft, empty echoes of Catherin's footsteps on the wooden floored hallways. Rounding a corner, she exited the wing housing the bedroom and entered the main hall. A brass and crystal chandelier gave sparse illumination to the hall, reflecting dully off marble staircases and polished wood floors. Catherin located the library on the second floor, and slipped inside.
She was greeted by the sight of Lex perching on the reading table at the center of the room. His hind legs were resting on an elaborately carved wooden chair and his forepaws were on the table, a position that gave her a clear view of his black-furred sheath. He looked up as she entered, red eyes meeting hers as his yellow rings pulsed gently in welcome.
"Hey Cait," the Umbreon said as she walked in, still buried in the book. "I think I'm on to something here. Could you turn the page?" He looked up and took in her transparent blouse and obvious lack of a bra. A mischievous grin twitched at the sides of his mouth, but he didn't comment. Catherin was sure she caught a spark in his eyes, though, and felt her body flush under his gaze.
Ignoring his pointed stare, Catherin rounded the table and came up behind him. A long scar twisted down the back of one of his ears, a relic from an old injury. He was wearing a blue collar that Catherin had given to him as a gift a few years back, silver clasp glinting in the electric light. Glossy black fur outlined the muscles under his pelt as he shifted on the chair.
Looking over him, Catherin could see a complicated sketch of intricate machinery with notes scribbled in a precise hand in the margins. She turned the page, Lex lifting his paws one at a time as she did to hold down the new sheets. The next entry was full of dense script describing the print on the previous page.
"This is it..." said Lex as he began to read intensely, his rings glowing bright yellow in concentration. "I'm going to take a while to memorize this page. Why don't you go grab your bag?" he suggested absently, before returning to pouring over the copperplate. Catherin nodded, moving past the table and out the library door. She descended the marble staircase and pushed open the solid oak door. A gust of wind swept across the threshold, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and fresh rain. Closing the door behind her, she stepped into the light drizzle that the rain had subsided into, quickly disappearing into the dark of the night.
A hedgerow had been planted alongside the house. Catherin walked, counting her steps, until she stopped by a patch of brush indistinguishable from its neighbors. Reaching towards it, her hand suddenly became enveloped in a patch of dark energy, as if she had reached into a pool of pitch. Suddenly, the darkness dissolved, and reformed into a cloth bag. Catherin opened it briefly to check its contents, before jogging sedately back to the manor.
Lex was still deeply absorbed in reading when she stepped into the library. Catherin snuck another glance at his sheath while he was preoccupied. Lex's ear flicked, telling her that he had noticed her fleeting look, but couldn't be bothered to say anything. She smiled to herself, amused at an idea that suddenly crept into her mind, before sauntering over to an overstuffed armchair. Setting the satchel down onto it, she angled herself so that she faced Lex. She pulled out a sleeveless leather vest lined with fleece and set it on a side table. Next, a pair of half-thigh length calfskin shorts with leather buckles around the legs joined the jacket. Lastly, she set two heavy leather flight boots on the floor. They came up to her knees.
She glanced up from putting down the boots. Lex was still transcribing the journal into his photographic memory, but Catherin could see from his slowly twitching tail that he was watching her. Smiling to herself, she raised her hand and started toying with the highest button on her blouse. Her other hand pressed the wet cloth close to her body, clearly outlining her breasts and revealing a faint glimpse of areola.
An arm raised itself up to a nipple and started fondling it through the wet fabric as the first button was slowly undone. The shirt drew apart, revealing an alluring view of her cleavage as she started undoing the next button. Lex was clearly peeking at her, only reading with one eye now, his tongue licking along his muzzle absently. A tiny bit of flesh began poking out of his sheath, glistening with a shining fluid.
Catherin continued her slow progress, loosening the third button and giving her enough shoulder room to shrug off a sleeve of the blouse. The shirt hung dangerously low, just covering her nipple from Lex's prying eyes. He had abandoned any pretense of reading by now, hastily finishing the last paragraph before flipping the book closed and staring at her unashamedly. As the forth button went, Catherin raised a bare arm and teasingly screened her breast, offering tantalizing glimpses between slightly spread fingers. Soon, the last button was undone and the blouse slid off her arm, unveiling her other unprotected breast. Lex leaned forward, gazing intently as if he were trying to take in much too many details at once. Unfortunately, he only caught the merest glance before she took it in her free hand and raised it to her mouth, enveloping the nub and sucking seductively. She smiled around it at Lex, winking at his open jaw while fondling her other breast. Lex shut his mouth abruptly.
Suddenly, she released both of them, exposing them to his eyes. The left breast glistened wetly and was slightly pink from her suckling. Catherin, sneaking a glance under the table, saw that a decent length now protruded from his sheath. She smirked, pleased that her teasing had the intended effect. Deciding that she had let him gaze long enough, she started bending at the hip, sliding her hands down her curvaceous body.
Her hair flowed across her shoulder, falling in a veil over her body again as Lex let out a soft snarl of sexual frustration. As soon as her hands reached her skirt, she started sliding it down over her hips without delay, knowing that her long hair would provide an adequate yet enticing shield from his eyes. It didn't take long before her long legs were entirely bare, protected from Lex only by her improvised veil.
She stepped out from the piles of skirt, kicking off the heeled boots while maintaining her bent posture. Spreading her legs, Catherin trailed her fingers along the insides of her legs as she ever so slowly uncurled, gliding along her calves and thighs. She shivered from the intimate contact, even from her own hands. As she straightened up, she cupped her mound in one hand, a final barrier to tease Lex with.
He was planning something, she could tell, from the glint in his eyes. Yet he was still in the same position, perched on the table and supported by the chair. Catherin locked eyes with him as she curled back her fingers, finally revealing her most folds to his sight. A single finger plunged between them, drawing a low moan from her as she stood, exposed in her entirety before him. A drop of moisture started trailing down her inner thigh. She basked momentarily in his attention before Lex disappeared into a blur hurtling towards her.
Catherin didn't even have time to react before he reappeared before her, lightly jumping and knocking her back into the chair. He propped himself up on her legs and, with a smoldering glance, slowly and deliberately licked the bead of liquid and followed the trail up towards its origin. Catherin shivered in pleasure as he neared her folds, and arched her back in a moan as his tongue lightly traced her lips.
DONG! The reverberating sounding of the hourly bell echoed throughout the manor. Lex looked up at her with eyes shining with mischief. As the next bell rang, he licked briskly up her moist mound, a hint of sharp teeth brushing against her sensitive nub, making Catherin buck into his muzzle. The third chime was punctuated with a slow, forceful press of his tongue that parted her folds and made her whine mutedly in pleading.
Lex jumped up, positioning his length strategically while resting his forepaws on her shoulders. He licked her open mouth, and she could taste herself on his jaws. As the fourth and final bell of the hour chimed, he slowly pressed his hips towards her, his shaft brushing against her clitoris before penetrating into her warm, slick depths. She groaned as he filled her pleasantly, and moaned again as his partially formed knot ground against her clit.
She looked at him, begging, her hands caressing his head in silent pleading. He gazed into her eyes and she saw him smile. Deviously. He pulled out slowly, leaving her feeling a lust inducing emptiness. As he reached the apex of his withdraw, she waited eagerly for his thrust, but he kept still, tip just brushing against her folds.
Lex grinned at Catherin, satisfied with himself. "It's four in the morning, Catling. The butler will be here to light the first fire in ten minutes." He winked. "We don't have time to play right now", he said. The Umbreon leaned in and nuzzled her neck. "This is payback for that strip tease you made me endure", he whispered into her ear as he rubbed his head against her affectionately. Without another word, he jumped off of her and trotted towards the library door. Lex jumped and pulled down the switch with his jaw, plunging the room into darkness. Catherin sat, shivering in the chair for a moment before pulling herself together and throwing on the leather vest. The sharp neckline plunged in a V that terminated dangerously low, its dark brown leather revealing a fair amount of cleavage. She quickly fastened the clasps, pulling the pliable material flush with her form.
Her bare arms quickly pulled on the shorts, buckling the straps at mid-thigh and clasping it. The boots followed, and she pulled out an aviator's heavy windbreaker from the bag and threw it on over the entire affair. She looked up to see the book Lex was reading propelled to its place on a bookshelf by a tendril of dark energy. Standing up, she grabbed the bag containing the clothes and threw it into a jacket pocket.
Looking around the darkened library, she traced a shadow to a window where Lex was standing, outlined in the moonlight. Coming alongside of him, she pulled out a pocket watch, silvery light shining off the polished brass surface. She glanced at the reading for a moment before flipping it closed. As they stood in the darkness, Catherin, distracted by their unfinished activities, rubbed her thighs together absently. A jerk of movement caught her eye as Lex turned to leer up at her, and she flushed.
The two heard a clack as the door to the entry hall was opened by the butler. In the darkness of the library, the muted slam seemed like a crack of lightning. They waited in tense muteness as the chronometer counted down to their designated time. Catherin broke the silence. "Screw you for leaving me like this, Lex", she hissed down at him. She gave in to the overpowering urge and slipped a finger down her shorts, rubbing softly to relieve lust.
Lex reared up and nudged her crotch with his muzzle, causing a sharp intake of breath. "You probably will..." He grinned at her, teeth shining in the dark. "And you know it'll make it all the better later, Cat. Anyways, I wasn't the one who did the striptease", Lex pointed out, frustratingly logical.
Lex's words were cut off by a soft click from the pocket watch, indicating a time mark. Catherin pulled open the window and Lex leaped onto the sill as a muted, whirring hum filled the air. Metallic wings sliced through the air as, suddenly, a silhouette swooped down and hovered unsteadily by the window, indicating with a sharp twist of its head to jump on. Lex bunched up his muscles and took a flying leap onto the bird's back before clearing space for Catherin.
Catherin jumped, deftly avoiding the rapidly flapping metallic wings as she slid onto the Skarmory's hard, metallic back. As she straddled their means of escape, grabbing hold of the bird's neck, Lex sent a soft burst of dark energy into the window, jarring it so it slid closed. Their exit proved to be quite timely. A light turned on in the library as the building diminished into the distance; the butler coming in to prepare for the morning with a pinch of his master's snuff.
The country estate, set some distance from the city, soon faded into the fog and darkness. For a long darkness there was nothing but the muted sigh of rain over the whirring of wings and rush of wind. Catherin, still rather diverted from their previous risqué activities in the library, was driven nearly to distraction by the vibration of the Skarmory's wings and body between her legs. She fought off the temptation to slip a finger down her shorts, Lex smirking knowingly at her from his perch in front of her.
There was the sound of metal sliding on metal as the Skarmory turned his head to look back at them. "Did you get what you were looking for?" he asked curiously in a voice that sounded like rusty hinges. "The company will want to know if you succeeded" he added as a disclaimer to his prying.
Lex nodded at the bird. "It's all in my head, Alec", he said, tapping the Skarmory's shoulder, before quickly retracting his paw as a wing threatened to slice it off.
Alec laughed. "I'm not sure the company would like to be told that it's," he paused for effect, "all in your head."
Catherin muffled a groan at the pun. Lex, examining his paw gingerly, said, "Don't try harder Alec."
Alec, unfazed, chuckled a screech to himself before descending through the clouds.
The city sprawled out before the trio, looming out of the darkness. The center of the city shone brightly, illuminated by the glow of the newly adopted, and expensive, electric lights. The brilliant hub was surrounded by ancestral mansions on wide colonnades, and important administrative buildings. There were also patches of darkness indicating decorative gardens and ponds.
It was useful, Lex thought cynically, that the rich and powerful were conveniently placed at the heart of the city. There, they were perpetually surrounded by the less affluent, and could be watched and contained easily. Further from the core of the city, the shining electric lights faded to a dull glow, where gaslight lanterns feebly chased away the darkness, casting shadows on narrow streets. Winding alleys riddled the midtown, home to the middle class, the enterprising corporations, and the motley cast of people making their living. In their streets of ancient cobbled stone, items traded hands, companies rose and fell, and all plotted their ascension: to be the ones who would live in the splendor of electric lights.
It wasn't bad in the midtown, though. Certainly better than the void bordering the dull glow of gas lamps, where those too poor to afford housing in the lighted districts were forced to live in squalid dusk. To spend an entire lifetime of nights gazing into the light, and to know that they would likely never walk in it, was a daunting, crippling awareness.
Lex's musings were disturbed when Alec pulled into a dive, fanning out his wings. The city grew in his vision until Alec was just skimming over rooftops, and then they were rushing down a street, ghostly blurs of gaslights flashing beside them, puddles murkily reflecting their glow on the cobblestones. Alec's wings droned as he back-winged to a coasting stop in front of a nondescript door. Catherin slid off Alec's back, landing lightly on the street. Her shadow flickered in the glow of the streetlamp as she reached out to catch Lex, who jumped to her from his perch. "Thanks Alec", she said. "We'll see you tomorrow night for the briefing?" Alec ruffled his wings, steel plates sliding over each other with a sharp noise. "Sure," he replied, "I'll be off to get my sleep now. G'night." He braced his legs and leaped, retreating to the sky in a dull hum of flapping wings.
Catherin walked up to the door and produced a key, unlocking it and stepping across the threshold. Leaving her boots at the entrance, she hung the coat on a rack and moved across the polished wood floor, cradling Lex against her. The two maintained a content silence as Catherin climbed the stairs in the darkness and opened the door to the bedroom. Without any warning, she threw Lex onto the bed, the Umbreon flailing in midair with a sharp cry of indignation that was cut off with his impact on the pillows. She quickly joined him, leaping onto the bed and pinning him against a cushion. Lex whined in protest and flailed his legs in an unsuccessful attempt to free himself. He froze as Catherin's face loomed out of the darkness, stopping directly in front of his muzzle. Her wicked smile revealed a line of white teeth in the darkness.
"I'm going to screw you so hard that you faint, you rogue. You're going to learn the price of keeping me pent up for so long" she said in an intimately suggestive whisper. She slipped a finger into Lex's collar, rubbing beneath his chin with her thumb.
Lex blinked in amusement. "On the contrary I think I'm going to enjoy this very..." His words were cut off as Catherin pulled his head forward, kissing him deeply she maneuvered them onto their sides. A tongue stroked Lex's muzzle, his jaws parting to combat her intrusion with his own, playing flittingly with her tongue tip before slipping past and curling along hers. They fought for a few moments, caressing each other's tongues and enjoying the velvety sensations before Catherin drew a single finger in a shivering line from Lex's neck to sheath, causing him to arch his back in sensational response, nipping lightly at her lower lip in appreciation.
Her hand nimbly stroked his sheath, Lex panting as he quickly hardened beneath her touch. She held his length in her hand, enjoying the pulsing warmth as it enlarged, rubbing softly at the unformed knot. Catherin leaned over and quickly kissed him, diving down and following with a short lick across the underside of his head that left Lex gasping. With a feral grin up at him she lowered her head and caught a drop of liquid beading at his tip, then parted her lips, sinking slowly down and engulfing his shaft in a warm, wet cavern of decadent bliss. A slow, rolling suction started, causing Lex to arch and cry out softly, limbs going stiff.
She was too absorbed in the moment and was unaware of a delicate extension of dark energy that undid the buttons of her vest and unlatched her shorts. Taken by surprise, Caitlin inhaled softly as Lex surged up at her, knocking her on her back. He stood over her for a moment, a shining drop of fluid adorning his shaft as he took in her body, unveiled by the open vest hanging loosely around her. Before Catherin could retaliate, Lex bent down and rasped his tongue roughly over a breast, causing her to close her eyes and moan in appreciation. Another lap followed, and a paw moved to stroke her other nipple, causing the sensitive nubs to stiffen.
Immersing herself in the pleasure laced tingling, she squirmed out of her vest and shorts, leaving her body bare to Lex's sight. In return he nipped lightly at a breast, causing her to gasp in surprise before relaxing as he rubbed a cheek across her, using the texture of his smooth fur to provide a contrasting stimulation. Catherin took advantage of the interlude to gently draw him against her, holding his back against her body. Hugging him from behind, she felt his warmth against her skin and whispered softly, "Love you, you rascal".
Lex whined in response and whispered mentally, "Love you too dearest." They lay in contentment for a moment, enjoying each other's warmth and presence. The amiable silence was only disturbed by the sound of Catherin's hand moving across Lex's fur, stroking him gently. Lex tipped his head up and gave her face a few licks, and Catherin smiled, kissing him on the nose. She slipped a hand down to rub his still hard length, breaking the peace of the moment to satisfy her rising urges. In return he moved his tail between her legs and ground back at her. After a minute of mutual pleasure, Catherin rolled away from him. Curling her body, she arched her back and pressed her breasts against the bed, tucking her legs beneath her and presenting herself for him. She looked back at him with a quick flick of her tongue across her lips to entice him, an encouragement hardly needed as he bound over to her.
His tongue pressed against her folds, parting them wetly. She hummed contently as she pressed back at him. Catherin made a sound of pleasure as he licked again, giving a cushion-muffled yelp as a nose stroked across her clit. His next tongue stroke drove deep into her, giving a fleeting preview of what was to come. Lex lapped delicately at her nub, causing Catherin to pant into the pillow. She felt soft paws on her back as he mounted her, shifting around for positioning. Despite his urgency, Lex spared a moment to lick Catherin's ear, causing her to shiver in mute anticipation. Moving precisely, he finally shifted his hips and pressed his tip against her.
Delaying no further, he pushed forward gently, feeling her spreading around him, velvety, moist folds enveloping and squeezing gently around him as he advanced, Catherin arching her back as his shaft parted her and filled her, feeling the bulb of his tip giving away to a long, thick length. Lex shivered as her muscles clenched steadily, stopping as his slightly formed knot brushed against her clitoris. Catherin gave a short exhale, savoring the feeling of being so full, before looking back over her shoulder and meeting his eyes.
In a moment of wordless communication, Lex drew back, and thrust gently, working into a rolling, continuous motion. They moved together in mutual pleasure, Catherin soon catching his rhythm and rocking back in counterpoint, breathing hard as they enjoyed the sensations of carnal movement. Between the bursts of pleasure accompanying each thrust, Lex felt his knot forming, grinding against Catherin on every beat, her moans filling the small room.
With every movement, their desire built, every movement heightening it and every sound building up a flood of sheer sensational, hedonistic joy barely held back by a dam of their collective restraint that was fast eroding. With a final thrust, Lex ground his knot hard against Catherin, hearing her groan deeply as the bulge pressed against her clitoris and stretch her. She gasped as her folds were spread, pressing back against him as his knot slipped past and lodged within her, leaving her impossibly full. The feeling thrust her into transcendent bliss, Catherin arching her back with a cry of joy, convulsing around his length as a torrent of elation burst through her body even as Lex snarled, feeling the same release as he twitched and flooded her with a rush of hot liquid bliss.
They stayed, poised on the precipice, preserving the pleasure for a short moment of eternity, feelings indescribable rushing through them. And then, their common energies spent, the pair collapsed, still joined, panting on the bed in fulfillment. After a long moment of vibrant tranquility, Catherin reached down to cup her mound, savoring the feeling of being filled to her limits. In a well-practiced motion, Catherin drew back a leg and rolled over, allowing Lex to stretch out over her stomach. Breathing heavily, she cradled his head against her breast, drawing a blanket over them as they wandered off into sleep, connected by their bond.
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