Lewd times with Sky Shaymin
The sun glowed tiger lily orange through the bedroom window, and the stars were fading in. Shaymin and I sat side by side on the bed, having both finished our evening routines--though there was one optional part we hadn't yet got to.
"You wanna fuck tonight?" he asked, leaning against me.
I grinned. "I'd love to."
He jumped onto my lap, then pushed me onto my back. His raspy tongue reddened my cheeks, massaged my eyes through their lids. His saliva steeped the air with intoxicating sweetness, like fig wine--and when his tongue finally met my lips, my legs began to tremble.
I cupped his head in my hands and slipped my tongue inside. Shallowly, just enough to feel his slender little canines, his firm gums. I caressed his cheek, traced the petite v of his jawbone. His spiny tongue tugged at my lips, teasing them further apart--until I gave in, put my hand on the back of his head, and pushed his whole snout inside. He giggled; the sweetness of his breath seeped into the back of my throat.
This was how we kissed when we were horny: with him inside me, painting my mouth with his saliva, nuzzling the insides of my cheeks with his agile snout. His scent thickened, revealing heart notes of coffee and basil. I pressed him against my chest, and he purred--or, I call it a purr, but the sound was high-pitched and resembled a cricket's trill more than anything I've heard from a mammal. His body vibrated ticklishly.
My mouth grew raw after a few minutes; I sucked on his tongue to still it and ran both hands down his flank. God, he was small--my thumbs were nearly touching each other. I ventured down to his belly, over his sheath, around his thighs. His tail felt as soft as bog cotton.
When he withdrew his snout from my mouth, smiling gently, the fur was matted with moisture. Eyes of deep green, like homalomena, beheld mine. The bed creaked faintly as he ground his hips against my chest, at the same time raising his paw before my face. The fresh pink pads gleamed as though coated with wax. As I licked, a faint floral sweetness like cherry blossoms emerged on my tongue.
"Do you want me to finish in your mouth?" Shaymin asked just as his knot slipped out.
"Of course I do."
He tapped my nose, then scooted forward until my head was between his hind legs. Five inches of candy red hung just above my lips. He plunged it all inside.
We settled into a quick, steady rhythm. I worked my lips as he thrust, massaging from tip to base. His moans were staccato and cute, like he was imitating a baby bird.
Finally he folded his forelegs and thrust his knot past my teeth. I enveloped it with my tongue and pressed it hard against my palate. Hot seed flooded the back of my mouth--but, despite the temptation, I didn't swallow. Scent warmed my nose, spicy like cinnamon and ginger, but more raw, more pure.
I clasped Shaymin to my face and flipped onto my belly, letting his seed ooze toward the front of my mouth. Sweetness like honeyed plum enveloped my tongue, balancing the spice notes. And he was still cumming, pulsing fresh new seed, until it threatened to leak from my lips. Between pulses, I threw my head back to swallow, then dove back in. The next emissions were saltier, the notes of plum and spice mellowing to sandalwood and sage with a base of white musk. Breezy coastal scrub. I sucked like a hungry newborn until none was left.
"Is that it?" I breathed.
Shaymin smiled and swatted my nose. "That's more than you'd get from a human, you greedy thing."
"Mm, true, and much tastier." I scratched beneath his chin, and his eyes narrowed with pleasure. "You'll do me next, right?"
"I just did, didn't I?" He smiled smugly.
I rolled my eyes. "You know what I mean."
"He he. Yes, I will."
He stood up and padded toward my hips. He put me in his mouth, and I sighed with pleasure, looking forward to the night ahead...