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"Ah, another day down," a young man, Jordan, exclaimed as he walked along the narrow, bitumen path; starting towards his house. Turning his head to speak over his shoulder to his companion he added, "And time for the weekend too. About time, right?"

"Yeah, about time. Finally time to relax," his pokémon, a garchomp named Marc, said in an excited tone. Jordan slowed his pace to walk alongside his companion as he looked over his form. He appeared much like others of his kind sporting deep blue scales that covered most of his body; the colors only interrupted by the yellow and red scales on his underbelly and the dull yellow scales splashed across his nose. He also had the bright white arm-spikes and horns along his body that, combined with his muscular, well-toned form, impressive strength and scar atop his head, made him give off an intimidating aura. Despite his aura of power though, Jordan knew he had a loyal, loving heart and would fight to the bitter end to save those he cared for. Jordan knew that's what made him different. What made him special.

Turning his gaze away from his companion, he looked down at his pale cream trousers and began to think about how much more impressive Marc was than him. Jordan didn't think he was overly impressive and believed he was about as average as could be. He had piecing blue eyes, short blond hair and slightly tanned skin that stretched tight over his smaller, slightly muscular frame. He almost always wore a plain black t-shirt and long brown or cream-colored trousers. He believed the only thing that made him special was his ability to speak with and understand pokémon; an ability he'd had since he was young. Yet despite this, he remained modest and shy when questioned about it, often remaining deadly silent as others praised his rare talent.

He shook his head as he smiled at Marc and continued walking down the path in the dawn's dying light towards his house on the outskirts of Virbank City. The crimson reds and sandy oranges that streaked across the sky reminded him of when he first met Marc.

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It had been a day similar to this, many months ago, with the sky a similar hue of beautiful red as Jordan walked home from his workplace; a pokémon adoption center. He had finished early and was starting on his way home down the same narrow path he took every day. As he looked around at the tall, daunting trees that hung overhead and the smaller plentiful berry bushes, he noticed a rougher, less used path stretching out from behind one of now destroyed bushes. He pulled his phone from his top trouser pocket and checked the time. Smiling to himself, he replaced the phone and decided to set off down the once hidden trail; an adventurous feeling invigorating him as he moved on.

As he moved deeper into the trail, he became aware of the many smaller pokémon playing in the bushes around him; their squeaks and chirps of joy making him smile as he walked further onward. Amazed by the sights and sounds, as well as the fresh air that graced his face and lungs, he moved over a larger ridge and turned a corner when he spotted a blue and red form on the grass beside the worn path. He dismissed the form as a sleeping pokémon as he curiously approached it; eager to find out what it was.

As he walked closer, his nose began to pick up the distinct coppery smell of blood. He smelt around slowly until his eyes and nose focused on the crumpled form in front of him. His eyes went wide as he realized the form lying limply on the grass was the source of the smell; the gible, as he now realized it as, covered in scars and blood. Racing down the slight incline and over to the injured pokémon, he feel to his knees as he checked its frail body for a pulse. Sighing in relief, he found that it appeared to be unconscious, and bleeding quite badly, but still alive.

Without a second thought, he picked up the pokémon, cradling it in his arms, and began to run down the trail as fast a he could; able to see his neighborhood from atop the small mountain. Blazing past the houses, he quickly turned into his driveway and raced for his front door; grabbing the keys from his t-shirt pocket. With desperation, he threw open the door and raced into the living room, laying the wounded pokémon on his dull brown couch. Shifting the pokémon so he would not fall, he quickly moved into the bathroom and sorted through the first-aid kit; grasping the hyper potion in his hand as he returned to the gible with a towel.

Spraying the medicine over the wound, he gasped slightly as the gible flinched in pain. Having applied great deal of the medicine, he set it aside and began to mop up the blood that slowly trickled from the wounds; the medicine already having greatly slowed the bleeding. Tossing aside the slightly bloody towel, he returned to the first-aid kit and picked out some bandages before coming back to the injured pokémon. He noticed that, although most of the wounds were already healing, there was a large gash in his head fin that was still bleeding. Wasting no time, he gently moved the pokémon and wrapped the bandages over the wound.

His job complete, his hands began to shake wildly and his breathing slowed as the adrenaline began to leave his system. Sitting down across from the gible, he took deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure and calm himself. As he finally settled down, his hand still slightly shaking, he looked at the small blue form on his couch and silently hoped it would be alright. He knew dragon types were resilient, but this one looks badly hurt and he silently worried that he was too late. Trying to allay his fears, he grabbed a blanket and gently draped it over the gible as he watched the pokémon's breathing slowly steady.

He watched the pokémon for an hour, content to watch its chest lightly rise and fall as he kept a close eye on its condition. As he began to think about what he should do with the pokémon, he noticed it slowly stirring from its sleep. Standing up, he made his way to the kitchen to retrieve some food for the pokémon; certain it must be hungry after what it had been through. Piling several Oran and Sitrus berries into a bowl, he closed the fridge with a quiet 'thud' and made his way back to the living room.

Entering slowly, he looked at the gible, who had woken up and now sat looking around worriedly, and spoke calmly as he approached. The gible scrambled from beneath the blanket and hid itself in the far crease of the couch. Seeing its fearful reaction, he slowed himself as he soothing said, "It alright. Hey, you don't need to worry, I promise I'm not going to hurt you." Placing the bowl of berries on the glass top of the coffee table he added, "See, I just came to bring you something to eat. You must be starving." The gible looked over at the berries as his stomach rumbled and Jordan backed away.

Nervously grabbing a Sitrus berry from atop the pile, he quickly hid back on the couch as he began to hungrily devour the berry. Having quickly finished the first berry, he soon went back for a second and third as Jordan slowly moved to sit across from him. He smiled gently as the gible ate the last berry and patted his full stomach in pleasure. As Jordan looked at the pokémon, he noticed its reaction had changed from one of fear to a look of curiosity and question.

Feeling his own curiosity overcome him, he licked his dry lips as he softly said, "Hi, my name is Jordan, Jordan Hydeson. This is my house; where I live... I brought you here because you were badly injured and I, I thought I should help." Resting momentarily, he looked over to see the gible nodding slowly in understanding as he continued, "I gave you some medicine and placed that bandage on your head to help with the wounds you received; so don't worry you should be fine."

"I, uh, may I ask your name or at least what happened to make you as injured as that?" he finished with a nervous stammer.

The gible nodded as he started, "M-My name is Marcgoph, although I prefer Marc. As for my injury..." He paused momentarily and shut his eyes as he tried to remember what had happened to him. "I-I remember I was looking out adventuring and looking for berries. I thought I found some when..." pausing again he shook his head and opened his eyes to look at Jordan before he continued saying, "I remember getting hit from behind by something heavy and being pinned to the ground." Visibly shuddering, he whispered, "I don't remember anything after that."

Moving closer to the pokémon, he gently placed his right hand atop the small pokémon's left shoulder and rubbed it lightly as he calmed the clearly terrified gible. "It's alright, don't push yourself." Looking up to his eyes, Marc smiled gently and went to grab onto the larger hand when he felt a searing pain pulse through his body, causing him to let out a small cry of pain as he quickly pulled his hands back to his sides. Seeing the pain painted on his face, and feeling his small frame tighten, he pulled his hand back and spoke to Marc, a slight tone of concern breaking through his otherwise monotonous voice, "Your wounds look like they're healing quickly, but you should probably rest until tomorrow." Taking a deep breath, Jordan closed his eyes as he spoke, "You could stay here for the night if you want."

Marc looked up excitedly, having never stayed in a human den before, as he chirped in agreement and thanks. Nodding quickly, Jordan stood up and, after ensuring Marc could walk without pain, showed him to his guest room; a small untouched room containing only a small bed, side table and lamp. Without hesitation, Marc quickly ran into the room and began exploring the soft mattress and feather-filled pillows; mentally noting how much softer it was than the hard, barren earth he usually slept on.

Jordan stood by the door and watched as the injured, yet still very active gible, gently curled up and quickly fell asleep, snoring lightly. Leaving the door open, he turned and walked across the hall to his own room; the room a similar setup to the other with the addition of a wardrobe on the far left hand side of the room. Crawling into his own bed, he pulled his blanket tightly into his chest and yawned loudly as a wave of fatigue washed over his body. Mumbling nonsensically, he quickly fell into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with thoughts of what would happen in the morning.

The night passed quickly, and as the morning rays peered through the blinds at the foot of his bed, Jordan stirred from his blissful sleep; his dream faded as soon as he awoke. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he slowly sat up, legs dangling over the side of the bed, and began to saunter over to the room he had placed Marc in. Looking into the room, he watched as the small blue ball began to uncurl itself as it awoke. Mumbling quietly, Marc sat up groggily and stretched his small form as he yawned loudly.

Looking over to Jordan, he blinked rapidly to clear his eyes before smiling and chirping happily. Jordan returned his cheerful look as he moved over to him and asked to check the bandage. Nodding quickly, Jordan stepped closer and began to unravel the long bandage, letting it rest against the bed covers. Finally uncovering the wound, he sighed in relief as he saw that it had healed completely; only a scar left in its place. Explaining the good news to Marc, he lightly hugged him in thanks as Jordan returned the friendly, innocent gesture.

Standing back up, he offered Marc some breakfast as Marc's stomach rumbled loudly. Moving to the kitchen, Jordan made a large stack of Bluk berry pancakes and set them down on the table as both greedily devoured them. As both of them sat back, their stomachs visibly bulging from the sheer volume of food they'd eaten, Jordan shifted to sit forward and loudly cleared his throat. Easily drawing Marc's attention, and sensing something important, he too sat forward as he prepared to listen intently.

Starting slowly, Jordan stammered, "So, after this you'll be going back to the wild right?" Marc nodded sadly as Jordan continued, seemingly unaware of Marc's answer, "Well, i-it's just, I was thinking... I know this is sudden, and we've only just met and all but... " Stopping himself and breathing deeply, he steeled his will as he said clearly, "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to stay a bit longer." Marc's eyes shot wide upon hearing Jordan's revelation as he leaned forward and chirped happily, fidgeting in excitement.

Surprised at Marc's reaction and eagerness, he stammered unintelligibly before he exclaimed, "Really? Thanks!" Marc moved from his chair and onto the floor as he approached Jordan's leg, hugging it tightly in thanks. Jordan stroked calmly along his back as he fumbled around his trouser pocket and pulled out a small, worn, red and white capsule. Bringing it to its full size, he stepped back as Marc looked at the object with glee; Jordan mentally noted that he must have somehow known what the pokéball was.

Slowly lowering it to the floor, Jordan explained that this would allow them to be together without needing to worry about others. Before he could finish his explanation, Marc moved with surprising speed towards the ball and tapped on the front of it; his body instantly being surrounded by light. Mouth agape, Jordan watched as the ball rocked gently on the ground three times before making a quiet click. Still surprised at Marc's eagerness, he tapped on the front of the ball to let his new companion back out.

Seeing the stunned look on Jordan's face, Marc ran up and gently snuggled against him as Jordan returned the gesture. Both were sure this was going to be start of a long friendship.

Over the next few months, Marc confessed his desire to join Jordan at his workplace where he asked to spar with some of the other pokémon in the center; a common and necessary activity at the center. His regular sparring causing him to rapidly grow stronger and more nimble as he soon evolved into a gabite; his cheerful demeanor still present and his confidence growing considerably, despite Jordan sensing there was something he was keeping hidden. Having attained his new form, his power and speed drastically improved, it was soon that he again evolved into a powerful and loyal garchomp.

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Blinking rapidly as they turned down the quiet street towards his house, he turned his head slightly to loosen his tense muscles as they continued walking. Passing his neighbor's sickly green, picket fence, he turned from the concrete footpath and into his bland front yard. Walking in front of Marc as he fumbled with his keys, he paced over to the door and, finally finding the right key, unlocked the squeaky, wooden door.

Walking into the small hallway, he placed the keys in a bowl atop the small mahogany table that sat idly by the door. Dropping his backpack on the floor and kicking it beneath the table, he stretched tiredly as he slowly plodded into the living room. Casually walking around the worn, dull brown couch as he made his way to the kitchen, he turned around to ask Marc if he wanted anything.

Barely able to finish his sentence, Marc rushed at him; easily picking him up and balancing him on his hips as he pinned him against the wall. His breath caught in his throat, Jordan's mouth opened dumbly as he felt Marc force his legs slightly apart; Marc using Jordan's surprise and open mouth to passionately and deeply kiss him. Feeling Marc's tongue gently prodding around, he allowed the foreign intruder into his mouth as his mind tried to comprehend what had occurred.

As Jordan's mind began to calm, he noticed that Marc was still madly kissing him and began to moan silently when he felt something large, hot and wet rub against the bottom of his trousers. Curiosity overtaking his still rattled mind, he broke from the kiss as he looked down and saw Marc's large, pink shaft gently gliding against the underside of his trousers. Breath catching once again, he looked up at Marc's face and saw a mix of lust, embarrassment and worry easily readable on his muscular features.

Stammering madly, and blushing furiously, Jordan quietly asked, "M-Marc, can I, can I please get down?" Hearing his companion, each word tinged with fear and hurting more than any blow he'd ever felt, he slowly lowered him to the ground and stepped away from him. Turning away in embarrassment, his shaft rapidly softening and retracting back into its protective slit, Marc hunched over in sorrow as he quickly began to walk away; convincing himself he had destroyed his only chance and their friendship.

Feeling a small hand on his shoulder, he flinched and froze on the spot as he awaited Jordan's judgment; expecting at least a verbal onslaught. Feeling the hand urging him to turn around, he stifled his tears and hung his head low as he turned around, looking at the floor, unable to look into his friend's eyes. Forcing his head up, Jordan's heart pounded in his chest as he looked his friend in the eye and saw sorrow hiding behind them. Unable to speak, Jordan moved his hand to Marc's left arm-spike and led him to the couch.

Placing Marc on the smaller couch, Jordan walked around the coffee table and sat himself across from Marc on the newer, larger, black leather couch. Marc looked nervously at his arms-pikes, his head lowered in shame, as he mentally prepared himself for the verbal trashing he knew he deserved when he heard a brief whisper escape Jordan's lips. Forcing his head lower in shame, he listened intently, not wanting to further offend him, as he heard Jordan stutter in a low voice, "U-Um, wh-when did you... I mean, how long have you felt... 'this way' a-about me?"

Looking at a blank space atop the coffee table, Marc took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he began to explain, a small fragment of his mind clinging desperately to the hope that their friendship could still be saved, "I-I first noticed I 'liked' you just after I'd evolved; into a gabite. I-I just thought you were so nice to want to help pokémon, and that you helped me when we first met and.." Taking in another shaky breath, Marc paused momentarily before continuing in a lower, more solemn tone, "I guess I just thought you were so nice and so caring. I wanted to say something, but I was worried what would happen, so I just tried to hide it so you wouldn't have to worry and we could still be friends. But the more I kept trying to hide it, the worse it got, like it was building. I kept trying to stop myself, but then when I evolved it got worse and I... I couldn't control it any more. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

Eyes still tightly closed, Marc struggled to hold back the tears that welled in his forlorn eyes as he mentally beat himself; convinced he had no right to cry after what he'd done.

Jordan listened silently and unmoving as he heard the proud garchomp's despair-tinged words; his mind battling with Marc's confession as his own thoughts nagged for his attention. Lightly falling back onto the couch, Jordan shut his eyes and slowed his breathing, the adrenaline rush from before slowly leaving his system, as he pushed aside his thoughts and cleared his mind. Now able to focus to some extent, he began to think about Marc and the time they'd spent together; Marc helping at the center, gathering berries and occasionally helping with dinner. Marc's done so much for me,_Jordan thought to himself, _And yet he's never asked for anything in return. He even kept his secret so we could still be friends. Maybe...

Forcing the thoughts of fear and taboo that plagued his mind aside, he reflected on his reaction to Marc's confession and actions. Replaying the events countless times through his mind, he slowly noticed that the surprise act and confession had not made him angry; and even now, although he knew it was taboo, he could not find any reason to hate Marc.

Slowly opening his eyes, as though awoken from a trance, Jordan took in a shaky breath and steeled his nerves and mind as he reached across the seemingly infinite abyss that separated him and his companion. Finally crossing the impossible gap, Marc gently placed his hand atop Marc's head; feeling and seeing the larger, stronger male visibly flinch at his touch. Moving his hand shakily down underneath Marc's chin, he cautiously raised his head so the two were eye level. Marc opened his sorrow and shame filled eyes as he silently looked into Jordan's unreadable eyes; clinging desperately to the last sliver of dwindling hope.

Drawing out a long, nervous breath and forcing his gaze into Marc's eyes, Jordan whispered softly, "I'm so sorry for how I reacted. I shouldn't have been so critical. I'm so sorry and I... I love you!" Leaning across the expanse, Jordan rested his head lovingly on top of Marc's left shoulder; hearing his gasp in a mixture of happiness and relief. Holding his breath as he willingly fell into his lover's embrace, he silently wept tears of joy. He doesn't hate me,_Marc thought with relief, _He doesn't hate me!

Slowly pulling apart from their eternal embrace, Marc looked into Jordan's eyes and saw the same love and nervousness he was certain was present in his eyes. Giving a small, kind smile as he lovingly caressed the top of Marc's head, Jordan softly asked, "So then... W-Would you still like to... Y-You know?"

Hearing his lover confess his love and lust, Marc swiftly jumped over the small table and tackled him onto the soft couch. Landing with a soft 'thud', Jordan squeaked quietly as he felt the larger, more dominant male force him onto his back; Marc mentally noting Jordan's willing submissiveness.

Looking down at his lover with lust-filled eyes, Marc quickly pushed his head forward as he locked Jordan in a passionate kiss, one which Jordan returned with lustful eagerness, as Marc subtly pushed his lover's legs apart; his engorged maleness already rapidly sliding from its protective slit. Forcing his tongue deeper into his lover's submissive mouth as the two tongue-battled in bliss, Marc began to rub his fully erect, needy shaft gently against his lover's hips. Jordan moaned silently against the stronger, more agile garchomp tongue as he felt his own shaft begin to rise and strain against its cloth prison; the feeling of being dominated fueling his lust.

As Marc continued his treatment, he noticed a tent beginning to form from his lover's trousers as he playfully rubbed against the other shaft's soft prison; teasing it and coaxing it to full length. Unable to contain his lust and continue his teasing, Marc pulled away from the kiss and stood beside his lover; looking over his smaller, more delicate frame as he heard a playful groan of disappointment escape Jordan's lips. Growling lustfully at the submissive moan, Marc shuddered in anticipation as he shifted his body forward; the tip of his massive length resting directly in front of Jordan's mouth as pre-cum starting to leak from the tip.

Looking at the enormous spire that stood mere inches away from his salivating mouth, Jordan stopped momentarily as he gazed over the impressive length noting the size, at least 16 inches long and 3 inches wide at the base that tapered to a mercifully small tip. Still obsessed with the pink, swollen member, he looked over the numerous thick, purple spines that jutted out from it at regular intervals, each slightly thicker than the last, as he shuddered at the thought of how it would feel. Looking up, he saw Marc proudly standing in front of him, head held high and chest pushed out, as he gave a sultry smile that caused Jordan to blush heavily and move towards the intimidating member; his lust-hazed mind knowing exactly what he wanted.

Moving towards the tip, he breathed in deeply, smelling the other male's intoxicating, spicy musk that made his head spin, before he nervously stuck out his tongue and lapped over the sensitive head. Marc growled loudly as he felt the small, warm tongue gently glide over the head and along the sensitive underside of his shaft; raw pleasure shooting up his spine and spreading through his body. Hearing the lustful growl above him, Jordan redoubled his efforts as he licked hungrily along the sides and underside of the shaft, the tip occasionally bouncing against his cheek as it smeared potent garchomp musk across his face.

Overcome by lust, and eager to pleasure the male above him, Jordan pulled back from the shaft, earning a disappointed growl from Marc, before he opened his virgin mouth wide and slowly sunk his head down on it; the spicy-sweet taste of the pre-cum making him moan in delight and he greedily swallowed it. Marc threw his head back as he loudly moaned in pleasure, the smaller mouth and tongue working almost flawlessly over his sensitive tip as he felt Jordan's hands begin to stroke over the rest of his needy erection; paying special attention to his thick spikes.

Marc continued to growl lustfully as he watched the other male willingly suck his massive spire, desperate to taste the rich, fertile seed he held. He felt the tip bounce against the back of his lover's throat as he struggled to control himself, not wanting to hurt him on their first time, and began to pant loudly as he felt his climax drawing near. Growling noisily, he forced himself away from his lover as his large spire popped free of Jordan's mouth, not wanting this amazing experience to end so quickly.

Marc looked down at him with love and lust as he shuddered at the thought of what he was about to do to his lover. Quickly leaning over him, Marc again kissed his lover deeply, tasting his own potent pre-cum, as he subtly slid his large arm-spikes into his lover's trousers and began to tug them down. Realizing what Marc was doing, Jordan squirmed slightly as he undid his fly and helped him lower his trousers; the trousers quickly falling around his ankles and taking his boxers with them. Feeling the trousers give way, Marc stood back up and looked over Jordan's lower section as he immediately noticed the throbbing shaft begging for attention.

Lowering his head, Marc stopped just above the needy shaft as he breathed in the weaker, tangy musk of his lover before he continued down to Jordan's tight pucker. Shivering with anticipation, Jordan jumped slightly and looked down as he felt Marc's tongue snake out of his mouth and lick lightly around his tight, virgin ass. Feeling the jolt of surprise Jordan received from his teasing, Marc licked slowly around the pucker once again before he straightened his tongue and pushed inside; enjoying the clean yet earthy taste.

Looking up, he saw his mate rest his head back and begin to claw incessantly at the leather as he continued his lustful licking. Forcing his ass open as he pushed more of his eager tongue inside his mate, Marc continued lapping at his anal walls as he made sure to coat all of them with his slick, slippery saliva; mentally noting the importance of this activity as he thought about what he was going to do next. Unable to stave of his lust any longer, Marc pulled his tongue free from Jordan with a light 'pop', causing him to moan as he felt himself become oddly empty.

Shuddering as he moved over Jordan, Marc looked down into his lover's eyes as he ground his stick, slick tip against the virgin entrance; the pre-cum flowing from the tip adding extra lubrication. Finished with his brief teasing, and seeing the need in Jordan's eyes, he sharply thrust forward as he claimed his mate's virginity. Feeling the incredible pressure, and hearing Jordan exclaim sharply in pain as the muscles both pleasured him and tried to force out the foreign intruder, Marc stopped and licked lovingly along his companion's neck to help both sooth the pain and calm him.

After several long minutes, Marc noticed his lover's groans of pain had transformed into moan of pleasure as Jordan slowly tried to force himself down on the enormous shaft. Smiling lustfully, Marc began slowly sliding his member in and out as he slowly forced more and more of the impossibly large member into the once virgin hole; Jordan moaning loudly, eyes closed and mouth agape as he struggled for breath. Feeling the muscles begin to loosen, he forced more of his length into the warm orifice until he felt his scaly crotch gently slap against his lover's ass.

Holding still for a moment to revel in bliss, Marc slowly began to pull out until only the tip of his penis remained; the barbs scraping pleasurably against the soft, anal walls as Jordan quietly moaned, wanted to be filled again. Feeling the intense pleasure course through his body, he slowly thrust back in; slightly increasing his pace as his heartbeat pulsed through his shaft. Feeling their hips meet again with a soft squelching sound, Marc growled in absolute pleasure as he continued his thrusting, slowly increasing his speed and force as he bred his companion.

Feeling Marc increase his pace as he continued to forcefully rut him, a constant wet, squelching sound overriding their blissful moans of pleasure, Jordan started to rhythmically flex his anal muscles, loving the feeling of the thick barbs harshly scraping against his soft wall. Feeling the submissive male flexing around his spire, Marc growled dominantly as he continued to thrust into him at a breeding pace, trying hard to hold off him imminent release. Finally unable to take anymore of the intense pleasure that coursed through his veins like liquid lightning, Jordan wrapped his arm tightly around Marc as he mumbled unintelligibly and climaxed.

Marc looked down as he saw the other male start cumming, his balls tightening as he released his creamy white seed into the air and onto both their chests. Seeing the intimate action, along with the sudden clenching of his anal muscles, Marc leaned in and whispered, "I bet you'd like it if I claimed your ass wouldn't you? I bet you would. Do you want me to seed you?"

Trying to fight off his release until he received an answer, Marc heard Jordan mumble quietly, "Yes. Please. Please seed me, make me yours, master."

Hearing Jordan's confession, Marc pulled back and, with an almost bone-shattering thrust, thrust back inside his lover one last time before he shouted out loud, head tilted back and mouth agape, and started to cum, years of pent up lust squirting from his tip. Ropes upon ropes of fertile, thick seed flooded from Marc's shaft and into Jordan as both remained completely still. Jordan's stomach started swelling to an impossible level as the rich spunk continued to spray into his already bloated belly, trapped by the large garchomp shaft that continued to lightly thrust inside him.

Finally finishing, Marc slowly pulled his softening penis out of his lover with a wet squelch as a few extra ropes of rich semen shot along his stomach. Breathing heavily as his spent spire slowly retracted back into its slit, he looked down and admired his handiwork with a sultry smile, seeing the creamy white seed cover his lover's stomach as more of his potent essence leaked from his abused and stretched hole.

Feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him, Marc softly leaned in and cuddled with his new mate, ignoring the wet feeling as their combined 'mess' caked his scales. Content with being by his mate's side, he murred lightly as they snuggled and both came down from their blissful high. Turning slightly, Jordan mumbled sleepily, "Thank you Marcgoph, that was... amazing. I love you. I love you so much." Smiling lovingly, he looked down to his mate as he watched him quickly drift off to sleep, their intimate activities having drained the last of his energy.

Watching his chest slowly rise and fall, Marc yawned loudly as he snuggled against his lover's chest and gave a loving lick to the underside of his neck, feeling his energy rapidly drain as well. As he yawned again, he thought about how they would live together now that their feelings had come to surface and what other fun 'activities' they could do together. He smiled sleepily as he began to drift off into a blissful sleep; already dreaming what fun they could have when they awoke.