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A Humble Request II

by Squirt, aka iguessineedanaccount

The sun's been down for half an hour. The cave is dark and my paws are chilly; I tuck them into my armpits and curl up against the stalagmites. It's quiet here on my little stone peninsula, amidst the placid water and dull gemstones. What little moonlight there is tonight trickles in through the cave's gaping maw, around the bend that leads to this expansive subterranean pool. The shadows of the limestone formations are long and mean.

I try not to worry, but I can't help it. Ever since Elan left us, nowhere feels like home. Nowhere feels entirely safe. I've done this before, living in the wilderness. Foraging for food, fighting for territory, avoiding predators. I'm a lot stronger than I was back then, too. Training has that effect, I guess.

But it's hard to readjust, after losing the creature comforts of a warm home and hot meals and a bed. I miss them more every day. And though I'd never wish it all hadn't happened, it hurts to think about what did happen.

I see the flicker of orange before I hear the patter of feet hurrying down the tunnel. And thankfully, the one thing I didn't lose, the most important one, turns the corner and sheds the light of his tailflame to the chamber.

I realize how pathetic I probably look. I try to stand up give an enthusiastic greeting, but I just sort of sit up and wave.

Flamey dashes around the edge of the pool and to the base of the 'peninsula'. I do get up finally, and walk over with my arms outstretched to give him a hug. He embraces me, then pulls me behind an outcrop of rock and hunkers down. Um.

"Hi?"

He puts a clawtip on my lips.

"Shh."

I listen attentively. Hear nothing.

"...Ran into a honchkrow and a gigalith," he whispers. "I didn't want to hurt them."

I don't doubt he could have, though a gigalith might have been tough for him. I'm glad he took the safer option. But, for once, I get to be the smart one.

"Flamey...hiding isn't going to cover your tail."

He looks at me, then the ground. Then he slinks out of our impromptu cover.

"I'm sure they'd be bored of the chase by now, anyway."

I follow him. The cave is always brighter with him around. Of course, he's a bright charmeleon. The little glints of minerals in the walls are muted but still stunning in the glow of his flame.

"Any luck scouting?" The area has been slowly growing more hostile, as Flamey's trouble today shows. We're looking for somewhere quieter.

"My unkind company took a good chunk out of my search time. No, not especially."

He examines his claws; I notice one looks chipped. He tucks it behind his back before he thinks I've noticed, then swishes his tail as he paces.

"So. Just another night in the cave, then?"

"Yeah. Sounds good."

I join him over on our favorite spot, and we make a meal of some leftover berries and the small, pale crabs from the cave pool. It's enough.

Afterward, I lay on my tummy, making rippling splishes in the water. Flamey strokes my back.

"...Say Fuzz, did you get outside at all today?"

"Well...I sat out in the sun by the entrance for a bit."

"Oh. Well, that's nice."

"Hm."

"Did you do that yesterday, too?"

I feel him weighing his words, and I feel guilty.

"...I'm not a cave dweller, Flamey."

"I know, I know. Sorry." He sighs. "I just worry."

"Well, you don't need to worry about me. I'm fine."

"...You're sure?"

"..."

"Mm. All right, I'll get off it."

This whole line of conversation has put me in a bad mood. I don't like being angry around Flamey, because I'm usually not, and being that way now just makes me even angrier. I want to just walk away and find somewhere to sulk, but if I do that he'll know something's wrong, and-

I give an "oof" as Flamey suddenly drops atop me; his knees settle on either side of my hips. I feel his tail somewhere near my toes. He leans forward, pressing his hands against my upper back. His fingers make creases in my skin as he rubs deep, into my muscles beneath. He digs in with the corners of his palms and makes small circles. I can't help the happy sighs I make. Curses.

He makes his way down by spine. He's not nearly the largest pokemon I've ever met, but Flamey's claws always feel big to me; he can wrap his fingers around my shoulders and still cover most of my upper back.

He uses some short strokes, like he's rolling dough. Not that I'm doughy or anything! Tasty, maybe. Hee.

He gets to the base of my tail and begins pressing out to the sides. At this point I'm pretty much putty in his hands. It's hard to be frustrated when you have a handsome lizard caressing your cares away.

He hops his hands up to my shoulders again, kneading just below them with his knuckles. It's the kind of rough treatment I need to knock out those last stubborn thoughts.

As quick as he started, he gets up and off of me. I roll to face him and his shimmery eyes.

"You never gave me a kiss when I walked in, Fuzz."

I sit up, smirking. Crawl over to him.

"Well I wouldn't want to break custom..."

I give him a slow, polite kiss on the lips, then I lean forward to give him a hug.

"I'm glad you're home. It's always colder when you're gone."

He runs his claws through my head tuft. Traces a claw down my spine.

"...Well...if you're feeling cold..."

He gently pushes me away and reclines. Then he splays his legs. His tailflame does more than enough to provide a clear view of his displayed genitalia.

My chest tightens and my jaw clenches and my sheath gets rigid and I stare like a hungry animal. Remembering a hint of decency, I pull my gaze up to his face. If the swelling around his slit wasn't enough of a hint, his eyes burn with that "fuck me" look he gets, and the color in his cheeks has nothing to do with shame. Rrrr.

I half crawl, half pounce at him. Instinct drives me to a graceful stop just in front of his groin. I pant lightly, though I'm not at all winded. His warm, reptilian scent enters my nose and messes with my head. My cock strains against my sheath; a trickle of pre wets the fur nearest the tip. I lay my paws on the inside of his thighs. Lean down. Close my eyes. Let my tongue take over, lapping across his most sensitive scales.

"...W-wait, Fuzz."

I don't know why he'd want me to stop now. I would really like to keep going. So I do.

He puts a hand on my forehead and pushes insistently. I bring my muzzle to his palm and lick that a couple times in protest. His claws slide beneath my jaw, scritch at my neck.

"I...wanted to, er, try something...a little different..."

I rub my cheek against his hand. It's annoying when he springs his ideas on me and all I want to do is have sex, but sometimes they're fun. I wait with whatever patience a horny otter can be expected to have, while he gathers up some courage.

"I uh. Well, I don't want to get hard."

I blink.

"You don't?"

"No. B-but it's for a reason! I uh. Well, I wanted to see if you could. Uh. Fit yours. In."

I love that about him. How he's so eloquent and descriptive with everything, except sex.

"In your penis?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. I mostly don't giggle a lot.

His cheeks turn a deep crimson, which makes me smile. I nuzzle his hand encouragingly.

"N-no...In uh. In my slit."

I give him a toothy grin.

"Sure."

I climb over him, lining my penis up so that it rests along the part in his 'lower lips'. Even though I'm still sheathed, I can't help it, I grind down against his cloaca. I can feel him wanting to buck up against me, although he holds back. I try not to lay it on too thick as I give his chest a few kisses. I know how hard he's trying to stay soft for the sake of this experiment, and I'm not helping...but, I kind of love how much power I have over him like this.

I wrap my free paw around my sheath and tug it down, exposing my penis. It pulses once, and again, as it hangs free. I cup my fingers around the slickened skin near the top, and spread pre along my length with a few gentle rubs. I'm reminded how cool the cave can get by the evening air chilling my member...and how warm my boyfriend's body is, by the heat tickling my balls. I really can't wait to get inside him.

I'm used to his dick sticking out of there, but I know just where to line my tip up between his folds. I squeeze down near the base of my shaft and milk out a few more drops of pre. Something tells me he hasn't been practicing this much on his own; he's usually kind of impulsive with his kinky ideas; so it's best to play it safe.

I smear my 'lover's essence' along his cockslit. It's a delicate job, so I don't risk a peek up from my work, but I can picture his face: eyes closed, brow furrowed, the tiniest lift at the corners of his mouth.

I get my tip in position again. It looks like a reasonable fit; I mean, his dick has to fit through there, maybe it's not that surprising.

I notice his claw edging closer to his cloaca, digits flexing. It's a sure sign he's nervous. We've talked about it before, and he's gotten better about trusting me, but I know how controlled he likes everything, so this is difficult for him.

Better move quick. But...well, I owe him a little assurance.

I take a second to meet his eyes.

"Hey."

He quickly withdraws his claw. Cute. I give him a soft smile.

"Good?"

He inhales sharply, holds it. Lets some of it out.

"Good."

I nudge my hips forward. My tip enters him. It's very slick. He hisses.

"Ah, w-wait! Slow. Slow, please."

"Does it hurt?"

"No. Just. Unusual."

His uniquely-Flamey word choices always makes me giggle.

"Cool."

I press in again. Ohhh, yeah.

He huffs, and I feel the intense heat of his breath through the fur on my head. If my one hand weren't holding me up, and the other weren't busy 'steering', I'd rub his tummy to help calm him down. Oh well~.

At first, it's actually pretty easy-going. It's very hot, of course, but I'm used to that. I'm surprised by how open the inside of his cockslit feels. I do my best to not jab the sides at a weird angle.

The openness doesn't last. With about two inches of my penis inside him, I feel the underside of my shaft rub against something rigid. I have a feeling I know what, but push I forward a little more.

When you've spent enough time frotting with someone, it's not too hard to tell what their dick feels like against yours. I spare anther quick glance upward; Despite his blush, Flamey smiles back.

"Well aren't you excited."

He averts his eyes from me like he's guilty of a crime.

"I couldn't help it," he mumbles.

"It's fine. Just gonna make this harder."

"Sorry."

"I like it, Flamey."

His big toe wraps around one of my tails; I lift it, tickling the space between his toes with my fur. He rests a hand on my lower back, the old "I don't want to force you to but please continue" gesture. If you insist, my handsome lover.

I press on, deeper into his body. I want to be careful, since you're not really supposed to use a cockslit like this...but I guess by that logic, I should be more gentle with his butt. Which, hah, I am not. I guess we'll have to see how he does here. But I'd hate to have to stop; the idea of cumming in his slit is VERY appealing.

I just about bottom out in him. I shift my balance backward, off of my hands, so I can rest my weight on my knees. My shaft slides back with me. You know that awesome feeling when you're really stiff and you press down on the top of your dick with a flat paw, then slide it off toward the front? It's like that, but instead of a paw, it's a charmeleon's body gripping your dick. Mmph!

I venture a peek down. My cock's still about halfway in, angled upward toward the roof of his pouch. It's very subtle, but I notice the lips of his cloaca twitch, like they're trying to squeeze around me. Fascinating. And hot. I rest my paw on one lip, pulling it back a little with my thumb, checking out the way his slit hugs my shaft.

"Heh."

He questions me with his eyes.

"Sorry. It's just, you really do look like a girl like this."

The blush on his face matches the throb of his cock against mine. But it's a touchy subject, and he knows that I know it.

"Buizel."

"I know, I know. It's just...well, you like it, don't you?"

He looks away. Contemplating.

"...Maybe..."

He sighs.

"But...I'm a guy...Fuzz...and I like that, too..."

I put my arms on either side of him again, so I can lean up toward his face. My hips connect with his in the process, making us both squirm a little.

"Give me a kiss."

He does. He tries to keep it lips-only, since he's a drama queen about his sexuality sometimes, but I want him to understand. So, I balance my weight on one arm and wrap the other around his shoulder to pull him in closer. I feel one of his arms close around my back, too, as he parts his lips and tilts his head for a better angle. It's not the frenzied kissing of wild passion; it's more of a gentle, rhythmic pattern, with ebbs and flows between our tongues. It's really sweet.

My arm starts to give, so I have to drop the other for support. I'm grateful that he continues to kiss me for a few lingering seconds before letting gravity pull him down. It's the tiny gestures like that, that make me so sure of what I say next.

"You can be whoever you are or whoever you want to be with me. Okay? I love you."

"I know," he says dismissively, looking off to the side.

...Well, it's okay. Sometimes you have to drill a message in a few times before it really hits home.

Luckily, I'm in a good position for drilling something in to him. Heheheh.

...On second thought, we could do a bit better.

"Hey Flamey. Slide up against the wall there?"

"Uh..."

I move my hands to his hips and lean back so I can guide him. I don't want to risk pulling out and letting Flamey's own arousal block my entry, so I stay nice and close, crawling with my knees while he shifts back. He's pretty dextrous; without too much trouble, and more than a hint of frotting, he gets his back against the rock surface. He rests his hands on the floor and splays his legs out to the side, just like I want. Rrf.

I give a small hump to make sure I'm angled okay; going off his quick sigh, I'd say we're in business.

"You ready, babe?"

The pout over his nickname is surly, but the "yes" that follows is the horny charmeleon I'm looking for.

I start easing myself out of his slit. My cock throbs, nudging against his. It's so nice, being this close to him~.

There's a lot of squishing as I pull back, and it's not too hard to figure out why: my shaft is absolutely coated in precum. I can only imagine how much there is inside his slit. I don't have a lot of reference, since Flamey's the only guy I've ever been with, but he pres a lot. I mean, if I'm in the right mood, like, so-aroused-I-can't-think-straight, I get drippy, too, but when he gets to that point, he's just shy of a babbling brook. I think he's more of a water type than I am sometimes.

I make sure not to pull out too far. It wouldn't be very comfortable to have our dicks jamming into each other, better that I keep them in constant contact. The more careful I am about it now, the better off we'll be in the long run, when I'm too busy humping to care.

With only my tip and a smidge more inside his slit, I'm already missing the warmth of his body. I push back in, not too hard, but with some force, until I'm hilted again. I'm glad I asked him to move, because the way his cock and his cloaca press against my shaft at this angle is awesome. Judging by Flamey's gasp, he likes it, too.

I work up less-than-slowly to a rhythm. I'm probably not doing my best to be considerate, but it's such a new feeling, I just wanna know everything about it! Flamey doesn't seem to mind too much, since he's squirming like a worm on a hook.

This is easily the slickest I've ever been while fucking him. We're already making a mess between our crotches: my fur is damp and sticky, his scales are pretty much puddled with pre.

Flamey closes his eyes and turns his head down, like he's in deep concentration...he's cute in ways he doesn't understand. Of course, he's just trying to keep his composure, and there's no way I'm letting him keep that.

I lean in close, slow down my thrusting.

"Hey."

He knows my game too well, I think, since he doesn't look up. He's listening though.

"You like it?"

A nod.

"Feels good, right?"

A few nods.

"How good? Really good?"

No nods, just a teeny tiny moan. Nice.

"Yeah, it does...Mmph!"

I give him a good, hard grind, just about as far as I can reach inside him. He rolls his head to the side, eyes still clenched shut. Another moan, louder this time, still with his jaw closed.

"Cmon, Flamey, you...hrph...don't be so modest!"

I give a hard pump and a grunt for emphasis. He reciprocates with a whine and a buck.

"Cmooon~. Tell me what you like about it."

He opens his eyes, looks at me.

"Uhhm...I, uh...nghh...Hhfff-"

He writhes as I rub along the curves of his lower lips with my thumbs.

"Heheh. Oh yeah? What else?"

I follow a brief pause with another rough thrust. Can't make it too easy for him, after all.

"Cmon Flamey, tell me."

He clutches me for support.

"I...I like the wAAY...y-your cock rubs against mine, -GNHhh!- when you grrrind it...inside me..."

"You mean, like this?" I ask, pressing flush against him and rocking my hips.

"Aunghh, y-yess!"

He grits his teeth. I do too. Fuck I love it when he talks dirty.

"A-and...and how I, hnahn, feel, really full, when, aaouhh, when yyou're there..."

I'm getting close. I wonder how long it'll take him to notice.

"Aaand how my slit feels when y-you rub againstnhhh, the lips, aaandd how you snug up against me when...w-when..."

"Wh-when what, Flamey?"

I'm sure he's caught on to my devious lip-bite smile by now, but I'm not going to open my eyes to check. I want to focus on feeling every little bit of this.

"H-hey wwwait, y-you said-"

"Don't worry about it Flamey!"

He starts clenching, trying to keep me out, but his arms betray him, pulling me closer-

"Fuzz-!"

"Flamey!"

"Wait, F-FUZZ DON'TRRRrrrrrrRRNNGGHHHH-"

Ohhh, come on Flamey, it can fit, you can take it, stop squeezing so hard, I'm gonna tuck this knot inside you, come on, come on,

"Come, onnnNNNNHHH--HAH!"

And with an extra-slick *shlorp*, it's in. Oohhhhhh my lizard, my shy, sexy lizard! He took the whole thing! I can feel him throbbing against me, his tip poking into my bulb.

He drops one of his claws to scrape at the ground, scratching gouges in the earth. The other clings tight to my back. I massage his butt while I talk, comfort him:

"Ohhh Flamey, you took all of me...You took all of me your first try...Ohh, you feel SO good, Flamey~!"

He squirms around, adjusting to the feeling.

"Fuzzzz...unnhh...nhgn...sso...s-so full...You, brat..."

I start humping again, my belly pressed against his.

"Mmmnh...I'm real close, babe..."

"Ghh...I KNOW, your KNOT is inside me...fhhuck..."

I kiss his collarbone, half-whisper:

"I'm gonna cum in you, Flamey...right in your slit..."

"I know...gahh...fucking do it..."

Couldn't ask for more than that. I clutch his butt real firm with my paws and get serious with my thrusts. I feel his cock awkwardly bumping against me, feel the gentle tug of his slit holding my knot in every time I pull back...ahn...geez...

"...Gonna...gonna cum..."

I rest my forehead on his chest. His chin drops atop my hair tuft. One more thrust, and I shudder as my orgasm takes me. I feel my cum flow past his slit, surge through my length as it fills him. I throb against his walls, against his cock, through all the pre pooled in there...

I can't help but jerk my hips each time my member fires a shot. When I exhale, it's one long, vocal sigh after another. Flamey runs his claws along the fur in my back, which is, to use one of his favorite words, "titillating." It just makes me cum harder. My leg muscles complain about how tense they are, but it's good. I know I'm giving him a part of me. My lovely lizard boy, bearing my would-be babies.

I flop down against him, content to rest against his warm scales while I ride this out. He encircles me with his arms, then his legs. Even his tail raises up and drapes across my back. It's nice to be held so close by someone. About equal to pumping them full of cum, I'd say.

With my ear against his chest, I hear his heartbeat very clearly. Smooth, strong, beautiful.

I hope he doesn't mind me drooling on him, but I can't even close my mouth right now.

...My orgasm starts to fade. Everything feels really warm and wet down there. Warm, and wet, and right.

He starts grinding up, practically forcing my sheath into his slit with how hard he's pressing. He digs his chin into against my scalp. I can feel how swollen his cock is in there, he's just aching to get off! Rhhff~.

His hands slide down to my hips; I lean up and lick his neck.He's almost shivering with how bad he wants it. Man, if I hadn't just cum inside him I would be INCREDIBLY horny. Not that I don't still think it's hot, I just need a minute!

I guess it's probably my knot's fault, keeping things sealed up pretty tight in there, but each time he humps there's a muffled _squish_inside his slit. There's also this sucking feeling around my dick each time he draws back from a thrust. With all the heat and friction already trapped in there...hhh...

Guess I'm not going to get a minute, after all. With my knot trapping me, I have no choice but to endure this terrible pleasure. I return Flamey's clinging embrace, as much a hostage of his lust as he is at this point. My quiet moans aren't stifled much by his chest; he likes when I moan, maybe he'll get off faster. Then again, I'm not sure I want this to end quickly. Ngh!

...Y-yes I do. Maybe.

"Agh...c-careful..."

No response, just more effort. Ugh...frick...

I can't keep still. I dig my nails into his scales. I roll my head against him, giving myself an accidental noogie with his chin bone.

"Flameyyy-"

"Jh-...littlemore-"

I can't take this, but I have to, it's not that bad, come on, be strong for him-

"NhaAHHhh-!"

He clinches around me in a vice. A gentle, pulsing pressure against my knot tells me enough. I hug him back, basking in the heat of his body as he makes an even bigger mess of his cloaca.

I feel the underside of his jaw leave my head. His nose nudges against my face, so I turn into him and receive his kiss. It's sloppy, to say the least, full of loose saliva and gasps. I expect nothing less of my charmeleon while he's getting his rocks off. And although the excess spit on my muzzlefur has an unpleasant cooling effect, I'm thankful I have a reason for it to be there.

He groans into my mouth, pulls back slightly.

"Fuck...Too much..."

"Hm?"

His claws leave my back, favoring the floor again; I let him go, lowering my hands to his knees. He spreads his legs with a slight grimace.

I look down, and my eyebrows raise in surprise. Apparently I took up more room than I thought. Between my cock, his cock, and the fluids in there, he's actually kind of bloated around his slit. Curious, I place my paw on his lower tummy and press in a little; he hisses and grabs my wrist. He lets it go quick enough, but obviously there's some discomfort.

It's a situation that calls for fixing.

I give him another small kiss, make eye contact with him. I slide my paws to the edges of his cloaca. He frowns, but nods, understanding. I feel him try to go slack around me.

I begin the awkward process of tugging my knot out. It's kind of like trying to open a bag of chips, where you want to get them open, but you don't want to pull so hard you rip the bag in half.

For me, it's not so bad. It may suck to have my penis yanked, and by my own volition no less, but few things in life are quite as nice as being squeezed behind the knot. It sorta sucks for him though, so when the SCHLORP finally happens and my knot pops free and he can stop wincing, I'm eager to make him feel better. I slide the rest of my shaft out of him; a good bit of cum follows, sticking to the sides of his slit and pooling around it. His hole doesn't close up all the way; I can see the tip of his member within.

I shimmy my butt back, moving away from him, but I pull his legs with me. He cooperates, scooting forward on his hands and haunches until he's off the cave wall. He lies down, keeping his privates nice and available for me.

I lean down, over his tail, resting my forearms on the ground to the sides of his tummy. (The first time I saw Flamey use his forearms to rest on, I thought it was weird that he kept his thumbs angled up, but he tells me that's how most people do it, and the palms-down way I do it is just because of my fins. He's pretty smart for a pokemon, so I believe him.)

I bring my lips to his slit. Normally I'm pretty gentle when I play around here with my mouth, but this time's a little special, so I just bury my nose in him. He's stretched out a bit, but not too stretched, so I don't get much further than that, but it gives me enough room to stick my tongue out and lap at some of the sticky stuff inside him, along with anything else I can reach.

After a couple licks, he gives a gasp, then grips my headfur and holds me in place. I remind myself to breathe, but when I do I'm suddenly so staggered that for a second my vision gets red at the corners. I just manage to keep myself steady, and after a couple more rushed breaths, I take a second to adjust to the heavy musk clouding my senses. I probably should have been more careful about that...but, sometimes my desire to please gets the better of me.

It doesn't take long after I start for his penis to poke its way out, though I'm sure for him it's felt like quite a while since he was 'free'. I wrap my lips around the tip and let it come to me. As his erection takes its usual place on his groin, a lot of our excess fluids are forced out with it, and I do my best to clean. Flamey, being a jerk, of course, doesn't let me move my head too freely, even when I try to ease up, so when he reaches full mast, I catch his tip in the back of my throat. Which is annoying, and makes me gag. He gives me a cheeky grin from across his tummy, and I roll my eyes.

I bob up and down a few times. Slowly. I don't know if I'd call it savoring the flavor, but at this point having his cock in my muzzle just uh. Well, it feels right, you know? His whole humping frenzy a minute ago sort of got me going a lot...plus his scent...ngh...

My paw has found its way to my shaft. It's almost embarrassing how close I am again. I kind of don't want to trouble Flamey about it, but it's already been a kinky sort of night...

He huffs with discontent when I let his member slip from my lips. It throbs against his tummy.

"Aw," he says, with mixed humor and disappointment. But I'm already turning around, positioning over him.

"H...hey..."

I bend my knees and angle my cock toward the base of his.

"Nhh. Sorry, Flamey..."

I let my tip slide down his length before touching it to his tailhole.

"I want in again..."

I hear him catch his breath just as I thrust down, right through his ring, into the warm confines beyond. It's tight as hell, since I didn't use any lube for his butt, but my member's slick enough, so I just hammer it in until his muscles finally yield.

And, with a little hip motion and a handful of loud gasps, I'm a knot short of a full tie.

I grab hold of his tail, hugging it to my chest. The extra curve this causes lets me thrust with more power, which I put to use immediately. This isn't a relaxed fuck; I'm being greedy, and I'm going to go as hard as it takes to get what I want.

I ram my knot against his hole. We really didn't spend any time preparing this, so it is TIGHT, and Flamey hisses each thrust.

"Fuck!! Fuzz!"

I grin, keep on slamming.

"Hff...take it, babe~"

I press hard, get my knot about halfway in, keep pressing...

"NHAAAAAH," he bellows. The cave gets much brighter and my back feels really warm while the sound of a flamethrower erupts behind me. Just a little...more...nnnnnnnn-

His ring swallows my knot and clamps down hard behind it. He squeezes hard around me in a way that's going to make him feel really sore tomorrow.

"Perf-fect-t", I mutter. His legs surprise me as they wrap around my midsection from a weird angle, then pull me in tighter to him. I grind down hard once, twice,

"AUUuufffuuuuck," I croon as my orgasm hits. As his body clutches tight to my cock, ohhhh, am I so glad I did this~. Flamey even thrusts back into me. Ohh, he is sooo warmmm!

My balls rest against the scales at the base of his tail, draining into him. I lay sort of spread-eagle, letting his tail wrap around my midsection. I used to be kind of worried about the fire at the tip of his tail, but the flames only tickle unless Flamey's in a bad mood. The way they fwip around against my back is sort of soothing.

"Ohh...kay...no more...for me, I think..."

I close my eyes, ready to take a breather after a very proper mating.

His claws land on my butt. I've always thought I don't have much of a butt, but he says it's fine, "in all senses of the word". *snrk*. But uh, regardless, he seems pretty eager to play with it now.

I flex my glutes, sort of jokingly, but I relax again as he starts to knead them. It's only a brief groping before his hands leave my cheeks, which is a little disappointing...but then one grips the base of my tail and hoists it up, while two clawtips from the other press against my tailhole.

It's not that I don't like the idea, it's just that I already came twice. Tied as I am, though, I'm helpless to do anything but plead with my eyes as he smiles devilishly and-

"Eep!"

He wiggles the two fingers inside me, each buried to the last knuckle. Nghuhhh...not what I need right now...

"Flameyyyy-"

"Shhh. You're okay."

He's not wrong, but I don't have to like it. Well, okay, maybe my penis likes it, but the rest of me doesn't have to. I tell myself, while clamping around his fingers and grinding uncomfortably into his ass.

His claws are a little dangerous for this sort of activity. We used to have some special rubber stoppers for him, but they were...left behind. I don't mind, though, so long as he's careful.

For all his skill at not scraping me up, he only spends a short time fingering me before he says,

"Pull out."

He pushes forward and up with his fingers, like he's steering me. I feel him shiver as my knot tugs at his ring. Well...all right...

For the second time tonight, I brace my paws against his scales and pull back prematurely with my hips. I groan, his claws curl into my very sensitive flesh even as they guide me, I tug, I tug, and my knot *schlick*s its way out. I get off my knees, onto my paws. On to all fours. The rest of my shaft follows my knot, until with a parting kiss, my tip flops its way to the side of his tail.

He gets to his feet steadily. Not like a guy who just got fucked twice. Oh gosh.

He pulls his fingers out, wipes them on the back of my leg. I'd call him out for being a neat freak, but he digs his claws into my butt, which, when he's ready to go, that...Um. Does things to me.

I bend over further and hike my tail and sort of, mewl? Like a meowth in heat? Yeah.

He gets right up flush against me and hot-dogs his dick. Despite the silly name of the act, it presses my buttons in all the right ways. When he knows I'm presenting for him and he just takes his time.

He uses my cheeks to warm his length, sliding it along my crevice, drooling pre all over my backside. I bite my lip and try to hold still, despite my dick leaking between my legs, desperate as ever for another round. I'm almost about to start begging when he finally pauses.

"You want it?"

"Yes please."

He sheaths himself inside me. I moan a low "aooouu", ending with an "mmm"; just one way of saying "I love you", I guess~.

He leans forward, putting all of his weight on me. He slides his arms to my chest, curling his claws over my shoulders. His head rests beside mine. My fur bristles at the heat suddenly searing my back.

Sometimes, when we do this, he whispers dirty things in my ear. Tonight, he skips the pillow talk and just ruts me. Slow. Hard. Awesome. Rutting.

Each time he bucks into me, I slide forward a hair. I arch my back into him, lean into each bump from his hips. I'm on fire and it burns _so_good.

A cheeky comment from the back of my mind bubbles to the top,

"Shd've...left yr dick...a mess..."

I'm so exhausted I'm slurring my words, but I can tell he's smiling from the heat of his breath. He nuzzles me in response, but I'm on auto-pilot, so I finish the thought.

"...extra lube..."

My arms ache from the strain on them. My head throbs. His pace picks up, though he keeps it fast on the hilt and slow pulling back. His left claw relaxes its grip, trails down to my chest, pinches my nipple.

I may have been moaning loudly for the past minute or two, I can't remember. I catch myself doing it now. I don't know that we've ever gone so many times in one session, it's terrible and exhilarating.

He stops. Holds still. I feel him twitching inside me, his charmeleon-sized cock in my buizel-sized body.

It takes a second. The first throb is just a trickle, like he wasn't quite ready to cum. The second is a proper spasm though, and his seed hits much deeper.

He holds at full hilt, groaning in little "ah"s and "hh"s with each shot. He slides his hands down to my tummy and wraps me in his arms. I try not to quiver too much, but I'm tired and sore and still somehow stupidly horny, so I shake anyway. He just squeezes me tighter.

He fills me. A lot. I never get to see his balls, but they sure do drain when they want to.

He reaches down between my legs and grips my shaft. And strokes. And I plain old can't take it.

"D-don't, I'm gonna fall-"

I'm glad that he's bigger than me, so that he can lift my poor tired butt (and the rest of me) without too much trouble. I relax into his embrace, let him cradle me in his arms. He leans against the wall, slithers his back down the stone. I give a quiet gasp as I land in his lap. His legs curl around mine, and he reclines enough that I can rest against him while he pumps my cock.

It, really, does not take long. After all the lovemaking tonight, my body is a primed sexual engine, and it is running way too hot. It's only a handful of strokes from Flamey's nimble digits before I feel my balls tightening again. I almost don't react, I'm so spent already, just clutch weakly at his forearm around my gut while the fur on the back of my neck bristles.

I go off. Spew cum everywhere. I groan, lean back into Flamey, let my eyes roll up into my head. I throb against his hand, clench around his cock inside me. He gives light, pulsing squeezes to my shaft, with the edge of his palm and his little finger around my knot.

..I didn't think I had another 10 shots left in me, but, well, there they are, right on the ground in front of my watery eyes. Plus a trickle across the back of Flamey's hand. I pant lightly, blink away the liquid in my vision. Sort of. I could use a towel.

Flamey's teeth nibble at the fur near my earhole, though my head's all screwy and it sounds muffled. I feel like a big fluffy cushion, ripe for hugging and sleeping and absolutely nothing else right now.

...But...I should do one thing.

"Flamey...I'm sorry I've...hm."

I try to stand. Flamey helps. I slide off of him, which is a bit messy, but worth it to turn around and give him a hug. I hold him tight. He does the same for me.

"Flamey, I'm sorry I've been...you know. Distant. Down. All of that."

He kisses my forehead.

"Don't."

"But I want to. You deserve better than that. I'm better than that."

I sink into his chest as he exhales.

"Yes. But, I'm thankful that I can support you when you aren't at your best. Feelings and their effects on your personality aren't something you should be ashamed of."

He pets along my back. Kisses my head again. Warms me with his body.

"...I miss him too."

My heart sinks a little as painful emotions well up. He strokes my headfur.

"But I'm here. And you're here. And that's enough."

...Yeah. It is.