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The Glaceon's den was much warmer than the roaring blizzard that had trapped him in with his kind hostess...still, the tinge of too-cool air nipped the typhlosion's nose, and made him sneeze, startling the glaceon a bit. He still couldn't figure out why she, an ice type, would have gone out of her way to rescue a snow-blinded fire badger like himself... He watched her curiously as she proceeded inward, with...was that a saunter?

The walls of the den were lined with strange luminous crystals that cast a soft blue glow upon the room, the dim light playing off the glaceon's fur in an almost ethereal way. It was only now, that he realized...his savior, she was beautiful...no...divine. He broke away from what had turned into a stare when he noticed her looking back at him, her expression unreadable. Fortunately, fur masked embarrassment well.

Her den, as it turned out, was more than a few tunnels, almost a cavern network, in fact. While she traveled here comfortably and with ease, every step brought him a chill, his shoulders sliding against the walls. He began to question how far in her den was... but then his nose picked up her scent from down one of the tunnels... old, strong, concentrated...sweet? His nose raised to the air, and a tangy sweetness greeted his nostrils. It was hauntingly familiar, and he knew it was hers, but...

When they finally arrived at the enclosed dead end, the scent was very strong, distractingly so. He closed his eyes, enjoying the smell deeply, but when he opened his eyes again, the smell was again stronger...but there was much more for his eyes to enjoy than his nose... the smaller, beautiful Pokémon crouched before him, head down, flanks raised, and her tail pushed aside, revealing her pinkened, damp sex. His breath caught, and realization struck him like a stray avalanche. The smell was her heat. He felt himself harden quickly, her desire emboldening his own.

His trained and conditioned timidity fell away quickly as he approached her. She continued to watch, silently, holding her position with all the stillness of a breathtaking sapphire statue. With little warning, his desire at its peak already, he pressed his snout into her haunches, taking in the purer form of her scent, and as she yelped at the sudden warmth of his exhale, he pressed forward just a bit further, and busied his tongue at her entrance.

She jumped at the first contact. His hot tongue had to be a lot for her. He slowed his lapping, both carefully preparing the smaller Pokémon, and savoring her sweet arousal. It didn't take long for her to begin panting from the feeling of his hot tongue teasing its way slowly up the sides of her cool mound.

His trained and conditioned timidity fell away quickly as he approached her. She continued to watch, silently, holding her position with all the stillness of a breathtaking sapphire statue. With little warning, his desire at its peak already, he pressed his snout into her haunches, taking in the purer form of her scent, and as she yelped at the sudden warmth of his exhale, he pressed forward just a bit further, and busied his tongue at her entrance.

She jumped at the first contact. His hot tongue had to be a lot for her. He slowed his lapping, both carefully preparing the smaller Pokémon, and savoring her sweet arousal. It didn't take long for her to begin panting from the feeling of his hot tongue teasing its way slowly up the sides of her cool mound. Her moans didn't leave any room to question whether or not she enjoyed this. With each consecutive lap. Her mewling dropped into a growl suddenly, expressing her desires plainly. His erection was now throbbing between his legs uncomfortably, never letting him forget his own needs...but they would have to wait just a bit longer... he wanted to taste her from the source, not her runoff. He pressed the tip of his tongue past the oh-so-thin lips he'd been teasing all this time.

Her back arched, and her muscles locked visibly. He knew immediately that he'd done something right. Her reaction was better than he'd hoped. As soon as she began to unlock herself, and he heard her breathe, he began to withdraw his tongue, slowly. He felt her breath catch as he withdrew, sure his true-to-type, fire-hot tongue was bringing her a stronger sensation than she'd ever had before. As soon as his tongue was almost fully withdrawn from her cool, constricting passage, he ran his tongue down between her folds, before running his tongue back up. As he reached the bottom of her now-soaked slit the second time, her knees shook slightly. He paused and wondered at that for a brief moment, and lingering there, focusing his efforts at the bottom-most region. She began to wobble and shake as he found the source of her elevated pleasure. A tiny nub right there, otherwise concealed by a thin veil of her skin. He closed his eyes and began to lap at it in earnest, earning heated moans and gasps from the enraptured female before him. He lapped and lapped, occasionally clearing her steadily flowing arousal, and even nibbling softly at the spot. After only a moment of that, she began to shiver violently, and all of her muscles tensed at once. He shifted himself, steadying her with his forepaws on her hips, and suckled on her once more. "Glaaay Glaaaaceon!"

She rocked back into him, grinding on his face with all the force she could muster, which was much more than he'd expected. Already unstable in his compromised position, he fell back, the glaceon falling over, cutting her orgasm short with the shock of her collapse. He quickly righted himself to see her small frame still sideways, panting. She was cute, no...She was adorable. He lumbered his way over to her, and plopped down at her back, wrapping her in a snuggle.

He did his best to ignore the uncomfortably rigid member that throbbed between his hind legs. He ran his tongue over her nape, and she looked up at the larger fire-badger. Hazily, dreamily at first, but her senses seemed to rapidly return to her. She made it obvious that she had no intention to ignore what he was doing his best to. She began to squirm in his hold, rubbing ceaselessly against him, forcing his attention to his member.

Her look betrayed her intentions as much as her actions. With one final lick, hot and slow across her cool neck; he pulled off and stood to his full height of 1.7 meters, dwarfing the canine. He cocked his head, emphasizing the question. She was completely unfazed, and strode up to him, as he tried to hold himself at a stand. He let out a groan and almost folded on her as she ran her tongue up his length. The sensation was extreme, to say the least. Her tongue was slick and cold. The touch sent shivers down his spine, and even more blood to his erection. He spoke a question to her that he was certain she either wouldn't understand, or wouldn't care enough to answer with words. Her actions spoke loud enough when she turned around, and presented her still-damp lips to him.

He paused, uncertain. He could hurt her... his body argued his mind, instinct told him it would be fine. Conditioning and reason told him otherwise. While he was transfixed, at war with himself, she had already made up her mind, and unseen by him, she sauntered closer, closing the meter or so of distance in just three steps. She turned around, and pressed her rump into him, making him jump, and her intentions clear. Hesitantly, the typhlosion let out a light, soft growl, which she returned, far more melodic than he could ever hope to imitate.

Timidly, he lowered himself over her, his instincts still screaming at him to rut her like mad, his logic shouting back that doing so would hurt her, badly. He opted for a slower approach. Carefully, he lined himself up with her, steeling himself against his animal nature. He was already agonizingly erect, and just being this close to a female like this, for the first time in...Ever?

In his hesitation, she pressed the matter...and herself on him, painting shock and raw pleasure on his face in a single broad and swift stroke. She was tight. He was huge...and they both loved it. He was barely in her, and he didn't taper too sharply, but his girth was enough to press her to slow down and ease into it. Eager as she was, she was eager to enjoy this, not to tear herself. She eased back slowly, as much teasing him as savoring him, and trying not to hurt herself. Slowly, gradually, centimeter by centimeter, she took more and more. His whimpers and whines made the experience that much better... but the warmth... as soon as he'd licked her, she knew this was going to be divine.

She kept pressing back, taking her time, as much as she'd wanted to take him all at once, she'd learned long ago that was a bad idea. He was a lot to take. His size was giving her as much trouble as it was pleasure, and to make matters even more difficult, the heat... His heat was almost as fierce as her own was. She flinched as he reached a barrier inside her. Already? She looked down, looking between her legs to find that he was only about ¾ of the way inside of her, and already, he was pressing against her deepest reaches, and stretching her more than any of the other males she'd ever coupled with... Well...she had always wondered what it would feel like to try... Taking a few breaths to brace herself, she pulled forward, grudgingly releasing some of him, though her passage was working against her. Her companion was frozen, or at still enough to give that illusion. His warmth was seeping in through contact with her back, but he was going to great lengths not to put his weight on her. With little warning, she thrust herself back, forcing him against the barrier again.

The hapless male above her shook almost as much as she did, letting out a groan. He arched his back, lifting it above her, and his head lowered, pressing to the side of her own. He let out a few strained utterances of his own name. As for herself, she pressed forward again, the typhlosion did his level best to keep his head alongside hers, whispering assurances, she assumed. This time, she pulled forward until he was just barely inside her. The sudden lack of his warmth in her inner reaches was dreadful to experience, and she didn't plan to keep herself empty for long. She bucked back again, the typhlosion grunting as she did. He was paralyzed and panting loudly. She was beginning to feel the strain, and the tell-tale warmth that was building up inside of her told her that he might just last as long as herself. Again, she pulled forward, and sharply thrust back, not expecting the typhlosion to thrust in time with her...

Her mouth opened and her body went rigid. The barrier gave way, and he pressed in, filling her completely. The ring of muscle itched from the pressure, her insides balled up, and her mind was blank briefly. When she recovered, her mouth was open, her tongue was out, and her partner had begun to move already, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in. The movements were small, and quick, but every twitch felt like heaven. Every time he pushed back through her, hilting all the way, he would scratch the itch her muscles a bit more, and all she could really do at this point was hold herself up. His pace didn't change much, but the depth of his thrusts gradually got greater and greater. Each additional centimeter he would pull or push was another step towards the release she'd been waiting on. He wasn't being rough, in fact, it felt like he was still almost unsure of himself and what he was doing... Had he never done this before? All the while, the noise of their copulation grew. His panting and hers. The schlik of his hot wet flesh pressing into her own cool tunnel, and the steady dripping below them as their fluids combined beneath them, and inside herself. He was trying to say something again, but whatever the message, it was lost to her. She couldn't focus on words right now. Every time he moved, she moved closer and closer to that ultimate bliss that she knew was coming.

His movements shifted suddenly, and he began to thrust sharply, the depth of his movements bringing him from entrance, past her cervix every time. She lowered her head, resting on her paws below, saving her strength so she could stand. The second orgasm was always the hard one, and he wasn't going to make this easy on her. Every time he pressed in, and buried himself completely, she was stretched to the limit, and his heat was warming her so much... His pace redoubled and he began to jackhammer into her. She let out a little yip each time he pressed into her, quickly losing control as her limit closed in like an avalanche. He pressed in one more time, as jerkily as any movement he'd yet made, but this time he didn't pull back out. She seized up as an unspeakably hot jet of his seed shot straight against her uterus. Every muscle she had tensed at once. That was it. As the second burst of seed coated her insides, she came, her body forcefully milking him for more, and he had no issues providing. Surge after surge, his seed filled her past full, and had already begun leaking out before he was finished. Her vision blurred, and her legs threatened to collapse, but the typhlosion stood, and held her up at her belly, adding to the glorious pressure.

The two rode out their orgasms together, basking in the fulfillment that only comes from an act that creates new life. After she'd finally come down, he pulled out, some of the seed forcing itself out of her overfull body as he did so. Her legs couldn't hold her anymore, something the typhlosion had taken note of earlier. As he rolled to the side of the puddle, he whipped up the glaceon, and rest her on his belly. He smiled at her yelp. She probably didn't expect to go airborne and land in a bed of fluff. She looked up at him, and licked his muzzle. It didn't look like either of them were going to be cold tonight, blizzard be damned.