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Pokemon, even without the obvious figure of a Machamp, were strong. I sometimes forgot that with Hestia. Till she did something like lift me into the air easy as a child. My Delphox companion smirked, eyes smoldering as she held me at her height. I was a measly 5'4" to her 6'5". I remember when she first evolved and I was level to her bust, thinking, Well this is going to be awkward. It wasn't, of course. Hestia never hesitated to tell me what she needed. Her advances had never been subtle.

My back pressed into our apartment wall, having gotten home from hanging out with friends. She nuzzled my nose against hers, then asked, “Why are you still dressed, hmm?"

“I… uh… just got home?"

“That won't do, love," Hestia said. She leaned close, her body heat making me break out into a sweat. She nibbled on my earlobe, and I gasped, chest pressing up against hers. “I've been missing you all evening. Meet me in the bedroom, clothes off."

She set me down and started strutting away. The red fur that layered her body like a long, flowing dress swished with her fluffy yellow tail as she sashayed down the hall to our bedroom.

I rushed after, throwing my clothes off as I did, nearly tripping over my pants as I hopped out of them and into our bedroom. I felt my face flush as Hestia waited at the edge of our bed, giggling.

“So eager."

“You're the one picking me up first thing when I get home," I complained, trying to not just tackle her into the bed. It wasn't until Hestia evolved that I realized why I had such an affinity for her breed. Her luscious curves, gentle demeanor, I had unknowingly identified with it my entire life, and while two years of hormone therapy had given me some curves, softer skin, and a small bust, I was far from the model I aspired to be.

Still, when Hestia eyed me over, it was hard not to feel like a goddess. She looked at me the way other folks stole glances at her, and that look alone made my cock start to swell a little.

“You're so easy," Hestia teased. “All a girl needs to do is be bigger than you and you just swoon."

I folded my arms over my chest and said, “That was one time with the gym leader—"

“And Sasha's obstagoon, that wild Nidoqueen we encountered, that time I caught you looking at porn of—"

“Shhh!" I stomped my foot, face redder than Hestia's fur. She cackled, her laugh closer to a stereotypical evil witch than the graceful pokemon she appeared to be.

“Come here, love." She wagged a finger, and an invisible force shoved me to her. I fell into her arms with a gasp. Her soft fur felt like clothes freshly pulled from the dryer. I couldn't help but nuzzle into her neck, taking in her scent, reminiscent of a smoky incense.

She kissed my shoulder, hugging me close. “Better."

“Sorry I was out all day."

“Oh, it was fine," Hestia whispered. “You'll just have to pay me back."

“Shoot," I grinned and leaned away. “I'm a bit short on money. Is there something else I can repay you with?"

Hestia rolled her eyes and, in a blur of fiery fur, twisted around and threw me on my back. I gasped, pulse picking up as she straddled my much smaller body. She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. “You're lucky you can do more with your mouth than just run it."

She scooted forward, slipping her slender legs under my armpits to make sure I could not escape. With a simple thought, she used her innate psychic powers to pull open her gown of fur to reveal her crotch. Along her flesh was a second coat of fine, white fur, splitting to a burnt umber on her thighs, and between those supple thighs was her vulva, dripping, swollen a little with arousal. She had been toying with herself before I got home. Her lips were more flushed than normal, her clit already risen from its hood. She spread her flower for me, showing the dark pink interior. Her inner walls flexed and she sighed.

“I've been waiting so long."

I resisted the urge to tease her that it had only been a day. From what I could tell from other people with fire type partners, they made for a very horny subgroup of pokemon. Perhaps it was being so hot-blooded, but I could hardly complain with this beautiful goddess before me.

Hestia sat on my face and I gladly grabbed her thighs. Her flesh was always so soft and yielding. It stunned me just how many ways she could be warm and soft. Her cunt ground hard against my lips, smearing chin and cheeks with Hestia's arousal, making sure I'd smell that mixture of burnt cinnamon and anise for the rest of the night. I eagerly ate her out; my tongue dragged across her folds, wetly kissing her clit, sucking it between my lips to nip with my teeth. Hestia yipped and tried to pull away, but I hugged my face to her cunt, my grip on her thighs tight as they could be. I licked and sucked her button, tongue flicking back and forth over it and making her grit her teeth while fresh nectar drooled on my chin. Above me she bit down on her hand, other hand palming and massaging her breast.

My tastebuds ground up and down that button, licking up any arousal and replacing it with my spit. I brought her right to the edge before releasing her clit. I yanked her a bit forward, Hestia huffing, as my tongue dove into her honeypot. My toes curled from her vent's taste as it clenched against me. Her hips rolled, rubbing her labia against my nose, making it hard to breathe at times. Not that I told her to stop. Being smothered by her sex had my cock stiff against my stomach, twitching when Hestia's tail brushed up and down it. I continued to hug my goddess tight and worship her. My tongue lapped in and out her vent, straining to get as deep as possible, to touch her in every part possible till my muscle ached.

Hestia reached down and started rubbing her clit. Her slender digits worked in quick circles around her button as her moans became unrestrained. Her back arced, her contractions more spontaneous, till she cried, “Fuck!" and came. She doubled over, no longer working her clit, while my tongue continued to eat her out. She panted against the bed, flooding my mouth with her femme cum. It was more salty and bitter than her previous arousal, practically staining my palate, but I adored it. I moaned against her mound to show my appreciation while she shuddered and trembled, clenching on my tongue and occasionally rolling her hips.

I was so caught up in eating her out I didn't notice I had my face pressed so tight to her I couldn't breathe. I released her, panting through her fur, a little lightheaded. With a grunt, Hestia swung her hips off of me.

“Hah, uh, thank you, love," she whispered.

“Mmm," I grunted, a dumb little look of bliss on my face. Despite my still throbbing erection, I'd be happy to just spend all night between her thighs.

Hestia knew that as well, but she always insisted my needs be attended as well. Tonight was no different. She moved around to my hips, taking her time in mounting me. I did not complain, simply watched as her voluptuous thighs lifted over my cock. She tilted my shaft up so it met her mound, shivering as my tip rubbed her labia. When she got me aligned, she dropped down on my shaft with a happy little sigh.

Her walls, hot and wet, contracted around my cock, her abdomen clenching as she flexed her inner muscles. I bucked my hips into her, pubes now damp with her arousal, panting. I grabbed her hips and rocked in and out, the way her walls rubbed against my glans so good. I tried to hump faster, getting a little desperate to stroke out my pleasure, but Hestia did not move with me. Still panting, she watched me struggle with a smirk, waiting for me to let her have control. I liked letting her have control, but sometimes I lost myself inside her.

Panting, flushed down to my neck and sweating from our combined heat, I forced myself to settle. She placed a palm on my chest and whispered, “That's a good girl." She started rocking back and forth, riding my cock with practiced ease. Her cunt rose just to my tip, her nectar leaking around my glans, before she would drop back down. A quick, curt, movement, she made it seem eloquent. The whole time her eyes stayed locked with mine. I watched her work in awe, bust rising and falling with each motion. She occasionally gasped, claws digging into my chest a little. Her walls worked up and down on my cock and built the tension above my crotch. My orgasms had changed since hormone therapy. They came slowly, like water climbing to a boil rather than some volcanic eruption. I bit my lip, trying to hump up into Hestia. When I did, she'd deliberately slow her pace, leaving me whimpering and wanting.

My balls and thighs were soaked in her nectar by the time I began to reach my first peak. I squirmed beneath, whining, unsure how long she had been slowly yet steadily milking me. The rhythmic, wet plap of our crotches became a hypnotic metronome. All I saw, smelled, tasted, felt, and heard were her. Her smirk strained at the pleasure she tried to hold back as she kept me pinned. The tension and heat in my hips rose till my balls started to clutch. My cock shot nothing more than ropes of seedless cum inside her cunt, totally lost in the slurry of her arousal as I whimpered and moaned.

“That's it," Hestia urged, “That's a good girl, cum for me." I did, hips jerking forward and back, eyes shut tight as pleasure blossomed through my thighs, my stomach, all over. Tears ran down my cheek, ones of pleasure so great my body did not know what to do with itself. And all through my orgasm, Hestia continued her steady pace, her vent slipping up and down my cock. Occasionally she stabbed down deep enough for me to feel the fleshy barrier of her cervix. My urethra nudging it in a sharp sensation of pleasure for us both, crotches matted in her hot arousal. By this point I was drenched in sweat, but the room smelled only of Hestia and her powerful sex.

She slowed a moment, giving me a chance to catch my breath, then she started working her hips again. I did not complain. Unlike a male counterpart, my refractory period was like a woman's, meaning I did not need to stop. A trait Hestia had come to adore about me in my transition.

She worked her hips faster and ordered, “Touch me."

I could only obey her.

I sat up, using one arm to keep myself propped upright. As she continued to ride my cock, my free hand rubbed her mound. She gasped, going still for a moment when I found her clit. She silently cursed, then kept moving. I used her arousal to keep my fingertips slick, keeping index and middle finger wrapped around her clitoral hood. Each gyration of her hips rubbed her button up and down the fingers it was pinched between. “Y-yes," Hestia breathed, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me into her bust. Her breasts were nearly the size of my head, but given our size difference that was not that surprising. I kissed the side of one, nuzzling into the off-white fur before her hand guided me to her tit. Her nipples, once hard, stood out from the fur, making it easy to latch onto one and suck hard. When I did, Hestia groaned, her movements against me becoming more and more erratic.

She hugged me close, begging, “Do-don't stop, please… oh fuck…" My teeth teased her tit, almost biting her nipple as I roughly sucked. My palm now mashed against her clit, fingers slipping up and down her messy labia as she rode my cock. A steady litany of curses came from her lips as she worked faster and faster, until… “Fuck… I'm cumming… please…" I knew what she meant as she practically collapsed against me. I let us fall back into the bed, planting my feet so my cock could work on her depths. Close to my own orgasm, I humped blindly up into her, churning up her contracting cunny as I continued suckling on her breast and rubbing blindly at her mound. Eventually, our hips ground together, a wet, sticky mess of femme cum as I reached my second orgasm. I released her breast and moaned against her chest, grinding against her sex for a few more breaths before collapsing. Her cunt flexed and milked my shaft, almost instinctively, as we both panted against one another, riding out a mutual afterglow.

Eventually, with a little grunt, she propped herself up on her elbow to look at me. I looked like I just came out of a sauna, dripping sweat and flushed red from her heat. My half hard cock slipped wetly from her cunt at a slight shift of her hips. She kissed me, lips lingering against mine before her narrow tongue probed my lips. It was longer, and more insistent. I let it in, and she explored my mouth, which still surely tasted of her cum. I moaned a little, eventually kissing her back. Her lips, soft and narrow, rubbed against mine, her tongue working under and over my more pliant muscle, our tastebuds slipping against each other in a wet exchange of her flavors. We both moaned sweet little nothings, bodies beginning to grind listlessly against each other again, instinctually wanting more pleasure from each other.

She broke the kiss, eventually; her smolder returned. She nuzzled my cheek and asked, “Ready for round two?"

“Can I, uh, get a glass of water first."

Hestia giggled. “What have we said about hydrating throughout the day?"

She didn't like having to stop for water breaks, but being a horny fire pokemon I doubt she could fully understand just how much I sweat from our fucking. Already the sheets beneath me were damp with it.

“Please, love," I pleaded, “I'll die if I don't."

She sighed and rolled off me. “If only my cum could be enough for you."

“If I ever befriend Jirachi I'll be sure to make that my one wish," I teased as I got up.

“Cheeky." Hestia's tail whipped my butt, getting me to jump. “Hurry up," she said before the closet door flew open. From a shelf, out levitated red, knotted strap-on she wore when pegging me. “If I get this on before you're done I'll hunt you down and take you where I find you."

For some reason, as I quickly drained a tall glass of water in front of the kitchen sink, I decided to wander over to the sliding glass door of our fourth floor balcony. It had such a nice view of the city. I couldn't help but admire it, as Hestia snuck up against me. A familiar, lubed strap-on rubbing against the small of my back.

“My my, what a dirty girl," Hestia purred. She didn't bother drawing the curtains, as she showed me that what she promised was no idle threat.