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A gekkring cough of laughter brought my gaze up from the pan I was scrubbing to see Ebonflame sprawled on his side along the length of the sofa, remote trapped under one paw. It was not the show he was laughing at, however. He caught my curious look and pointedly, slowly, raised the higher of his rear legs, exposing the dense fur along the underside of his body. Within that lush nest I could see the shorter fur of his ebony black sheath as he revealed it to me with a winsome, come hither look on his muzzle. Bright white teeth gleamed in that tapered black muzzle as he leered at me.

“Oh, that's how it is, hmm?" I laughed as I looked down to rinse the pan. “Going to make me need another shower, are you?" I glanced up to see him nodding, that grin brightening further. “Well, we've got plenty of time for you and I to explore the new you." I winked and licked my lips. “Just let me finish washing up." Studiously turning my attention to my chores lest that comely display drive me to distraction I finished washing the cookware quickly. Despite that I could already feel my maleness awakening to the idea, growing heavy between my legs.

Setting the last of the cleaned flatware in the rack I made my way around the countertop toward the sofa where Ebonflame had returned to whatever holo program he had been watching. His attention turned toward me as I approached, teeth gleaming in a pleased smile as he once again raised his hind leg, like a bitch inviting her cubs to nurse. I smiled back as I settled to the floor on my knees before the sofa. Ebonflame was no longer a bitch, and I was no cub, but I was eager to suckle on the strong masculine 'teat' he was offering.

I could see a slight glimmer of pink revealed from the short ebony fur of his sheath as I leaned in to nuzzle the fur of his stomach, filling my nose with the rich hot rock of his fur and the rich masculine spice of his musk. I wasted little time washing my face in the soft warmth of his fur before I turned my head to find a hotter, and furless, heat to caress with my lips. Ebonshadow's long, relaxed sprawl twitched and he let out a soft rumble, watching with those deep blue eyes as I kissed the exposed tip of his tapered cock.

I kissed and licked, circling the tip, feeling the heat of it and tasting the subtly bitter nutty salt and sweetness of his flesh and sheath dampness. After a few moments of this torture I felt a paw at the back of my head, blunt claws dragging at my scalp as he pushed. I followed his guidance, my own maleness springing to aching solidity as his slid across my tongue. My lips pushed his sheath back as his quaking paw pushed me down, until even the subtle curve of his nascent knot passed between them. That put the point of his throbbing length against the back of my throat and I was once again glad for the minor surgery that removed my gag reflex.

It did, however, cause some problems with breathing so I drew my head back up, letting the growing bulge slip out of my mouth. I could feel his body shuddering, hear the soft, raspy burrs of his pleasure as I drew up and let that one paw push me back down. I did not take the swelling knot a second time, knowing that it would be highly uncomfortable in the ill-fitting confines of my teeth. As I drew up again the muscles of his haunches twitched and then drove forward even as the paw pushed me down again.

And he began thrusting with eager abandon and I melted into it. There was not the pure animal power, this time, he was able to exert when he had mounted my head the night before since he was lying on his side but I didn't care. I let him use my muzzle as instinct drove him, my mind swirling with pleasure and lust as I felt him rapidly thickening within my mouth, the swelling curve of his exposed knot bumping my lips with each needful shove. Remembering my research I reached one hand up, slipped my fingers around the throbbing girth of his knot and squeezed in time with his thrusts. Behind the knot was, apparently, as sensitive as the underside of my own just below the head and the snarling whoop that escaped his lungs told me my research had been accurate.

His needful thrusts redoubled, now with both of his forepaws planted against the back of my head and his upper leg raised so high his haunches almost rolled upside down. The paw of his lower rear leg thumped against my chest, blunt claws raking as it sought purchase to give him that more leverage for his thrusts. Hot, thin, mildly flavored pre suffused my mouth with each throb of his length and I gulped it down each time his cock plunged fully into my mouth, breathing through my nose as he withdrew.

His needful thrusts slowed, then sped up, then slowed in a chaotic rhythm. The force of the paw, or paws, at the back of my head were sometimes a mere touch, other times desperately powerful. I loved it, being the outlet for his desire as much as he had been for me the last… only a week, was it, since the first time I allowed him to take me into her, at the time, muzzle. Ten days, or so, since releasing her from the time worn old trap I'd found.

Not even a month from the event that brought about me being there at all.

And now I was letting my face get plowed by a lusty, handsome black furred fox-like Pokémon. I was feeling the growing tension building up in the muscles of his thighs, at the way those blunt claws dug into the back of my head and raked against my chest. The breathy, harsh growls that built to snarls even as they deepend in timbre. I could feel the knot in my grasp throbbing more rapidly, showering the inside of my greedy mouth with pre and I squeezed more firmly upon it, two fingers around the slim root to stroke the back side of it where, in nature, a bitch's entry would be clenching to hold him in place.

The firm thump of a knock at my door made Ebonflame and I twitch; three heavy concussions of sound that brought my handsome Pokémon's thrust to a begrudging halt on the cusp of his fulfillment. I chose to ignore it, pulling at his knot as I let my head descend to kiss at its solid curve. Ebonflame huffed and dragged blunt claws against my scalp, his haunches bunching for another thrust when the knock came again.

Three heavy, firm blows against my door. Not the sharp rap of knuckles, but the heavy thump as from the side of a fist. I had no orders in for delivery, and they would only give a quick desultory knock before returning to their route anyway. Maintenance would call first, or to announce pest control services. The landlord knocked politely and, if no one answered, would call.

This was someone else. Someone insistent.

With a soft, irritated growl, feeling that wonderful solid heat in my mouth rapidly slimming I pushed back and stood up, rubbing my face with my hands to shed a bit of loose fur. The knock came again, firmly enough to rattle the door in its frame. “Okay, damn the gods, I'm coming!" I bellowed, adding a bit of bleariness as if just being awakened to my voice. Ebon had been the one coming, or just about. I could only imagine his current case of blue balls, if Pokémon ever got them.

Stepping down to the bathroom I grabbed my robe and cinched it on as I stomped toward the door. I tapped the view pane to look out into the breezeway but only saw a single dark suited man standing at my door. The rest of the breezeway was blurred by privacy settings so all that was in focus was the man. And, of course, the two blurred shadows of similar hue standing to either side of the door against the wall.

Without removing the chain I cracked the door open to peer myopically out at the man in front of the door while, under the concealment of the robe, my body was tensed and ready. “What?" I asked with sleepy anger. “Who the fuck are you?"

“Someone the boss sent to fetch you." The man grumbled, both hands clasped loosely in front of himself. “He wants to have a word."

“And who is your boss, then? If I say no will those other two suits be helping you 'fetch' me?" I snarled without looking away from the first suit.

“Mister Armadore." The man didn't move but I sensed the other two shifting in place. I slid foot to the base of the door ready to heave it shut the moment I so much as sensed them twitch.

“I talked to him yesterday." I growled, shifting my shoulder closer to the door. “You know about his kid and the other three he set on me yesterday, I assume?" The man nodded woodenly. “And that was four on one. You're three. Get the picture?"

'No, it's still four on one." A voice said behind me and my shoulder drove into the door, slamming it shut before the man outside could make a move. I spun to see a fourth suit standing in the hallway from the bedrooms. In his hand I saw the same device Nicholas had pointed at me in the alley.

Ebonflame was nowhere to be seen.

The man waved the small digital trap at me. “Unless you want to join your Pokémon in digital stasis I suggest you open the door, before they break it down." He said with a nod toward the door. With a snarl that would've done Ebonflame proud I reached back and flicked the lock open before stepping far enough forward so it did not slam into my back when they came in. I never took my eyes from the man and his highly illegal trap. As the other three filed in the man, who had apparently found the open window in my bedroom, stepped back down the hallway. “The boss will want to see you in a bit more than a bathrobe and fur."

Just how long had the man been lingering, I wondered as I scowled and stalked past him. “You'll regret trapping my Pokémon." I said in a dark, low voice before stepping into my bedroom. With utterly zero modesty I disrobed in front of the man and one of the others who stood in the doorway and watched impassively.

Once I was fully clothed in comfortable, loose-fitting slacks and a long sleeve undershirt I followed the two men out into the living room where the other two had remained. I saw the man slip his trap into a small holder on his belt and snap down a cover so it could not be identified. Two of the men preceded me and two followed along behind, none of them speaking. In the parking lot out front was a large black utility van, spotlessly clean and polished to a high shine. As we approached the side door slid back revealing seats in the cargo area. I boarded and sat in the row adjacent to the door, noticing that there was no door on the opposite side. The other four piled in after, two in the front, one in the back row of seats and the man with the trap in the one beside me.

They drove out onto the causeway and away from the city, moving deeper and deeper into less populated suburbs, passing over the outer belt loop and into much more rural farm country. After an hour the van turned down an old, careworn but clear road beside a large sign that read: “Ambassador Park." The van followed the road, passing no other vehicles in any of the numerous pull-outs at labeled trail heads or picnic pavilions. At length it drew up near a large lake at another of the covered pavilions where a single other vehicle waited, an elongated saloon car where four more suited men stood around, obviously alert. I saw a couple of Pokémon in the trees, but no flame headed simian. A shadow circled just above the trees, too large to be a simple bird.

The van stopped and the man with the trap stepped out and I followed. Only the man from the rearmost seat joined us. With the man holding Ebonflame hostage leading and the last man following, I was led down a short path to a small beach of well-tended grass and pea gravel stretching down to the water. Two chairs had been placed facing the water, one of which was occupied. I could hear the other guards following though they remained well back. While I had not seen any overt weapons I could only assume they were armed to the teeth.

“He's here, sir." Trap man said to the seated figure as he waved one hand toward the unoccupied chair. With dubious care I circled around to look at the seated figure. A distinguished older man with many of Nicholas Armadore's features sat there gazing out over the lake, not looking at me as I settled into the chair. The graying hair at his temples and in the neatly trimmed beard gave him a distinguished appearance.

After I had settled the man sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees, but did not look at me. “Did you know what you did to my son?" He asked quietly, hands dangling between his knees.

“Knocked him out when he set three of your goons on me." I replied neutrally, feeling decidedly vulnerable surrounded by at least eight more of the goons, the nearest of whom still had that trap on his hip. The elder Armadore gave me a sidelong look.

“You broke his neck." He said flatly. “C2, 3, and 4 were fractured. Only the arrival of another group offering a quick bit of healing prevented the swelling from cutting off his spinal cord. You also broke his jaw and shattered a number of teeth." I blinked and stared, wide eyed, at that very man's father, one of the city's more well-known criminal kingpins.

“I did not realize I struck him so hard, no." I shook my head. “But, considering he had pulled a knife and a Pokémon trap on me in the alley I figured it was the smartest course to remove him from the fight first."

The man grunted and turned his attention back to the lake. “And following that up by shattering the face of one man, the knee of another, and breaking the ribs of a third while your Pokémon kept theirs occupied. You've not let your skills go to pot since you stopped competing." I only stopped competing because I no longer had Paul to keep up with or share our victories.

“I keep up my training, yes." I acceded with a nod, “Teaching self-defense on some weekends at the park." Where was he going with this, I wondered. I was certainly not going to accept a position as another one of his thugs if he intended to offer me a job. I hadn't attended any of the training sessions in over a month, with the community service and Ebonflame's addition to my life.

“Alas but were my son so disciplined." The man said with a sigh. “I'm afraid I let him pull a bit too much at the leash and he slipped it entirely. Those three were his men, not mine. I was unaware that he was amassing his own strongarm squad, or many of the other activities he had gotten himself into." His eyes cast sidelong at me again with a slight turn of his head. “Aside from taking advantage of women he got stupidly drunk."

“Or assaulting others he saw as competition for them." I added. The man nodded and waved one of his hands to accede the point. “Without considering that they were not interested in his floozies, being gay." I leaned forward in my chair, adopting a similar posture, elbows on knees and hands dangling between them. But I was prepared to move, picking targets by hearing where I could not see. Trap man would be first, as he was both closest and held my Lad on his hip. I would spare him nothing. “Look, I'm sorry I smashed your kid up so bad. He made his choice. He could've walked away after the alley. Even after you got him off the charges for the assault and weapons. I didn't bring in the police, after all. He sought me out, I did not seek him."

“I am aware." The elder Armadore nodded, then took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. “Do you know why we are safe here, and in that park where you live, son?"

I shook my head. “No? In the park because the locals keep it safe, either the police or their Pokémon keep out the undesirables and wild, aggressive Pokémon. Way out here… I have no idea."

“Parks and Wildlands Services, that's why. Whenever a dangerous animal or Pokémon is reported they identify it, hunt it down, and remove it." I was aware of PaWS but they were not something people around the park saw on a regular basis. In the park near home I'd see normal park employees but never PaWS. Raising an arm he reached back and made a summoning gesture with one hand. I turned to follow the motion, and then shifted my gaze to the man with the trap. He took it out of the pouch and laid it in the elder Armadore's hand. “They use these." He held up the device so I could see it before turning his attention back to the lake, resting his arms on his legs, the poketrap held in one hand.

“We supply them, purchased from a country where using them is still legal. Parks and Wildlands has a writ that allows them to use poketraps for the safe capture, transport, and release of more dangerous wild animals and Pokémon."

“And your son had one…why?"

“I did not realize he did." He signed and turned the trap over in his hands as he stared down at it. “Until I was informed. Little did I understand, at the time, why. But now I do." With a short, quick motion his arm swung to the side, toward me, to present the poketrap at me on his palm. I tentatively reached out to collect it, the material cool to the touch. “He… well, let's just say he was not using it for its intended purpose and Pokémon were not the only things he was collecting with it. And those he did use it to capture were not being released in a safe, remote location."

I curled my lip. “What was he doing with it?" I clutched the device in my hand, letting my thumb slide lightly across the release button.

“I will not go into details, no." Armadore shook his head and heaved a sigh. “But I have other sons, and daughters. Nicholas will answer for his indiscretions, once he recovers from his more recent follies. He is no longer in the line of ascension, in any regard."

“And what about me? Why drag me all the way out here when you could have explained all of this to me in my own living room? I harmed your family and… what, you want payback?"

Armadore gave a soft laugh and waved one arm at the lake. “Because I like the wild places, those less tamed like the parks, and this is a beautiful lake. My bonded enjoys swimming and, well, with my reputation it would not do for people to see me having a sit down with a city official, even if they are just a mid-level functionary, in their own home." I blinked and looked out across the calm surface of the lake. I saw no Pokémon, not even ripples escaping some unseen cove where one might be swimming.

“You have a Pokémon?"

“We all do." He nodded back over his shoulder. “They're out there, watching over us." His attention turned back to the lake. “My own is just there." One hand waved toward a spot in the water maybe a hundred feet from shore. “She's been watching us, now that you're here for this little… tet'e'tet." His fingers flexed a couple of times and the water shifted, then rolled as something beneath the surface moved toward the shore.

The sleek blue-green head of some manner of horse type Pokémon broke the surface, gills melting into a powerful neck as forelimbs shifted from fins to legs. It was taller than Ebonflame, perhaps as tall as my hips or waist, and definitely heavier. Water coursed noisily from scaled skin the spectacular hues and patterns of trout before blurring as hair rippled across it, chasing away the dashing trout patterns for equally dashing, though much more subdued, striations of blues and grays like a tiger shark with fur. The equine type ambled leisurely over to dip its head and press into the elder Armadore's chest. It was already dry.

“Wow." I stammered as the man stroked his bonded's neck and head. “She's beautiful." Armadore looked across at me and nodded.

“She is, and as vain about it as any teenage girl." He stroked one of the Pokémon's tall equine ears. “Pre-dates my wife, my children, my rise to the position I now hold. As much a part of my life as that shadow of yours may be of your own, even if he did arrive a bit late."

I looked down at the trap in my hands and, turning to point the lens at an open swath of lawn nearby, depressed the release button. A blue fan of light lanced out, scanning quickly side to side before repeating up and down, assembling Ebonflame out of the air. He was still sprawled as he had been on the sofa and, even as I watched the materialization, still as exposed as he had been when I went to the door.

Well, shit.

Ebonflame snarled as he sprang up from the grass, immediately bursting into a roiling cloud of cavern dark flame from which only eyes the color of live coals pierced. At least that hid the little issue of his fellatio interruptus. Armadore did not move, nor did his Pokémon other than to raise her head and gaze toward the boiling cloud of furious darkness.

Seeing that I was not in any immediate, pressing danger Ebonflame's gaze roved the beach and forest, coming to settle on the man who had used the trap on him. Long streamers of darkness lanced out, hardening into wicked looking points before my upraised hand made him pause. Six deadly points hovered mere inches from the man's eyes, throat, chest, and groin. For his part the man quailed but stood his ground, hands down at his sides and held slightly out, fingers spread to show he was not holding the trap. I saw a few beads of sweat spring upon his brow and trail downward as he strove to focus on the points before his eyes.

“It's okay, Flame." I said quickly and those burning coals turned their glimmering regard to me. After a moment the tendrils of darkness withdrew, mist and flames subsiding, until Ebonshadow's vulpine form emerged. At least that momentary stint in his fighting form allowed the dangling evidence of our earlier pleasures to slip back into its black furry scabbard. He trotted over and buried his head in my open arms, making short vulpine growls of restrained fury.

With a flick I tossed the trap back toward the man who had used it. It landed in the grass but he made no motion to recover it.

“He is impressive." I turned my head back to the elder Armadore whose Pokémon had turned to stand behind his chair and rest her long equine chin over his shoulder. He was stroking her muzzle with one hand as he watched Ebonflame. “Truly impressive. I am thankful that he only used one of those shadow spears to stab my son, from what I just saw."

“I think your man got the jump on him and he's rightfully pissed."

Armadore snorted a chuckle. “From what I imagined he interrupted, and being trapped again, I can well imagine." The man nodded, his dark brown eyes holding a knowing glimmer. “Rain would be of a similar bent, had she been trapped like that." He turned and gave the side of his Pokémon's powerful equine head a peck. “And I would be as wroth as you were. Don't hold it against David, he was just ensuring your handsome fellow did not prevent us having our little face to face."

“You have sons, plural?" I cast my glance toward the Pokémon at his back and raised an eyebrow.

“Four, and two daughters." Armadore nodded and smiled. “And a knowing wife, and her Doggerel. We made it work out fine, for all of us. Somehow I doubt you two will have that complication, rewarding as it is at times." A frown drew at the corners of his mouth. “Or not." Leaning forward he stood and stretched his back slowly. “But let there be peace between us. What my eldest did I apologize for, and do not hold you in any acrimony. David, Lexi, and his men will return you to your apartment." He plucked at the buttons of his impeccable suit top as he spoke. “I'm going to enjoy this time away from business for a swim and some relaxation. You have a pleasant day." He turned his attention toward Ebonflame and preferred a short bow after removing his blazer and draping it over the chair. “And you, too, dark one."

I stood from the chair and, after a moment, extended my hand. “Peace, and a pleasant day to you as well, Mister Armadore." Taking one arm from the sleeve of his shirt he reached out to clasp my hand in firm, but not excessive, handshake.

“Jakob, in the future." He released my hand and set the shirt side before going to his pants.

That I did not need to witness so I turned toward the trap man, David, my brows raised. He turned and waved an arm toward the forest path. Armadore was right, this was a nice, private, quiet little beach. I would have to remember it. David fell in a pace to one side, walking with that cautious gait of someone unsure of being safe.

“Sorry about that." He said as the shadows of the forest fell over us. “To you, mostly." He dropped his gaze to Ebonflame who shot him a red-eyed glare. “It was not kind, and worse for the timing."

I shot him a similar sidelong glower. “Ya think?"

“I Know." He replied with a shrug, turning his attention to the path. “You're not the only one, you know. Most of us." He waved an arm to sweep the forest and, ostensibly, the men and their Pokémon bonded lurking within protecting their Boss. “So, yeah. I wouldn't have done it, but you were going to refuse Mister Armadore's invitation and your bonded would've have backed you. Very well, from what I was told, and all of our Pokémon would not have been able to support us."

“Still pissed off you did that." I said with a sigh. “He do that often, yank people out of their homes for lakeside chat?"

David shook his head. “No. As far as I know you're the first to be here, at the lake. Usually… well, best not to go into particulars, yeah? We're not nice people, but neither are we brutes like the ones Nicholas recruited. We have a job which we take seriously, is all." He let out a soft, rueful chuckle. “He almost called the meeting off when I sent him a pic of… well…" He trailed off looking a bit sheepish.

“Which you've deleted?" I stopped and glared at him. The two men following us at a considerate remove did as well fifty or so feet back down the path.

“Heck yes I did. Don't want stuff like that on my phone, I'm not into guys." His eyes flicked to Ebonflame. “Or male 'mon."

I resumed walking. “And where is yours, then? He said everyone here had one."

David pointed up. “Silvally. She's been circling since we got out of the van. Name's Sunshine and you," he gave a nod toward Ebonflame, “scare the feathers off of her. Scare most of them, from what I've heard from the others. No idea why since they never saw his power until you released him. And, let me tell you, that scared me shitless."

“Lucky he stopped, then, hmm?"

“Fuck yeah." We emerged from the forest to the lawn of the pavilion and made our way back over to the van. I climbed into the same seat and Ebonflame stood between while the other three resumed their earlier seats. Only one had a Pokémon I could see, some sort of glimmering newt-like reptile that shone with a light which defied giving a distinct color. It rested on his arm as he drove and I couldn't look at it for long before my eyes became blurry and unfocused.

The driver, Lexi, was quiet during the drive while the other three, David, Bryce, and Gregor, conversed amiably now that the stress of their temporary kidnapping was past. When pressed they said that they would have beat me senseless, or dead, if Armadore asked but the looks on their faces was not entirely confident. They all knew what I had done to Nicholas and his brute squad so were more than happy their boss just wanted to talk.

They were definitely a strange group. They seemed equally as capable of violence or amiability at a simple order, and I gathered their Pokémon were much the same. They also came off as if I was some sort of friend or at least a co-worker invited to their office barbeque. We parted with companionable waves as they dropped me off in the apartment parking lot before driving away.

Fucking weird ass morning! And I had gotten back well before noon. I followed Ebonflame in and to the bedroom where I began shedding my clothes while he watched from the bed. “Well, that was scary." I opined, tossing them into the hamper. It was getting full so I dragged it out to the laundry cubby in the hallway and started the wash.

When I came back into the bedroom I found Ebonshadow curled into a miserable looking ball of black fur, shivers racing through him that made the fur stand and fall. I climbed onto the bed to wrap myself around him, pushing my face under the tail draped over his muzzle. He wined and buried his muzzle under my chin, pushing himself tight up against me. “Scared you?" He nodded jerkily, shivering more violently for a moment. “That I was in danger, or at being trapped in another of those things for another century?"

Again he nodded jerkily, though I had no way of knowing if it was a general affirmative or to one specific part of the questions. It sucked his not being able to speak, trapped communicating by growl or pantomime. He licked my throat, jawline, chin, and when his tongue crossed my lips pressed into my return of it with a desperate hunger. He did not want to lose me, that much was clear. Emerging a century later without his prior bonded, Greenpatch, had been bad. The thought of it happening again had to be worse.

“I'm here, Flame, luv." I said into the fur between his flattened ears, holding him close and stroking his back. “I'm here, I'm yours." He continued to shiver and whine softly as I stroked his fur. “I won't let anyone take you away again."

It took a long time for him to calm and stop shuddering and I stayed with him, curled up around him. Even once his emotional release faded I stayed, letting him find some ease to his fears, until I felt him fall into slumber. I remained as he slept, finding some of my own for a time.

Dusk was darkening the bedroom window when I awoke next and I slowly extricated myself from the bed. I found the window closed and locked when I checked so I went to prepare a light dinner. Ebonflame padded out with a quiet click of claws on the floor as I was searing the chicken and came over to lean against my hip. I stroked the fur of his head with one hand as I cooked.

He had his appetite, at least, eating with the same dainty precision as he had when he was female. The Pulki he simply gulped down in two quick bites before turning on the chicken thigh and vegetables. He retired to the sofa again as I washed up but did not give me that raised leg invitation I had been enjoying before our unexpected excursion, merely watching me with soft green eyes above the tail draped over his muzzle.

“What do you feel like watching, hon?" I asked as I came to join him on the sofa. His ears splayed in that vulpine shrug and he rested his head in my lap. I looked down to see his eyes directed up at me, the slit pupils leaving the soft blue stark in the black fur of his vulpine face. I chuckled softly. “Or not watch, mmh? I think we were doing something this morning that left you unfulfilled?" My hand stroked slowly along his back from shoulders to haunches, digging deep into the soft, warm fur. He huffed a soft gekkr and gave the front of my briefs, all that I had left on after returning, a playful lick.

And I remembered, then, something else I had left unfinished. “Shit, I forgot the laundry. I need to put it in the drier." Shuffling off the sofa I leaned down to give him a nuzzle between the ears before hastening down the hall to the laundry machines. I quickly transferred the still damp load into the drier before putting the whites into the wash. When I returned to the living room, fully intending to get on my knees for him again only to find that Ebonflame was not on the sofa.

“Flame?" I called, surprised. There were few places in the apartment for him to have disappeared to so I turned back to check the bedroom. He was not on the bed and I stopped just within the door to look around. Then I felt strong legs wrap about my ribs from behind and a slender muzzle drop onto my shoulder, whiskers tickling my cheek. Ebonflame was certainly tall, but it had not registered on me just how tall he would be when he reared up. I staggered forward a pace, catching the paws wrapped awkwardly around my chest as he nuzzled against the side of my neck and then nibbled my ear. I felt his hind legs brushing my calves as he hopped to keep up and I laughed.

Holding those paws around my chest I shuffled toward the bed, only releasing them as I climbed up onto it. Ebonflame dropped away, poking at the briefs cladding my backside before I wriggled out of them. Shifting up fully onto the bed on hands and knees I cast the briefs aside and looked back at the black form standing on the floor behind me. “I won't say no, hon. Not at all." I smiled as his tongue lolled and his eyes shone with the deep cobalt blue of desire. “I'm all yours."

He hopped smoothly up onto the bed and slowly circled me, snuffing and nuzzling from my ass to my side, my shoulder, my face. Kissing while being on knees and elbows was certainly awkward but we managed, spending a couple heated minutes dancing tongues. His was certainly far more nimble and much longer than my own, but mine was stronger. I could not get much past his sharp vulpine fangs but he could damn near plumb my throat. Thank the many gods for no gag reflex, yet again.

He once more resumed his circling, giving me a good view of his handsome sheath through the drape of fur along his stomach but when I craned my head forward and tried to nuzzle under his flank he danced playfully aside. Not that I would've minded if he just turned and mounted my face right there but he had other plans. He would mount and rut my face at his leisure some other time and I would eagerly accept it.

I waited with eager impatience as he continued his orbit, his nose once more returning to my backside and huffed a hot breath across the back of my balls. And then a hot, firm, slow lick against them that traveled upward along the cleft of my ass. How different his tongue was than Paul's had been, slim and hot but not nearly muscular enough to try pressing into the center of my needy, neglected ring. His heated strokes dragged across it, circling, the cool pad of his nose offering a teasing alternation of temperature as I held still before him. I let my shoulders down, chest upon the bed and presented my ass high for his exploration.

After a couple of torturous minutes satisfying himself that I was well prepared for what was to come he pawed lightly at my hip and growled a soft, burring gekkr of inquiry. “Yes, love." I said, turning my head to look back at him. “All yours, eagerly." The gentle, inquisitive paw became a stronger press as he climbed up, shuffling his rear legs awkwardly.

Ahh, but I had entirely forgotten! This was entirely new to him, he had been mounted all of his life, however he (well, she, previously) and Greenpatch had shared their intimacy, he had always been the recipient, never the provider. Considering he was a Pokémon we were both virgins to some degree. I certainly understood the mechanics, but it had always been hands grasping at my waist when my lovers came at me from behind like that, not paws. I held still and let him make his way, the body would know even if the intelligence driving it was unsure.

His paws transitioned from the back of my hips to my waist, slipping down around me to grip around me, hooking back and pressing against the front of my thighs. I felt him shuffle his rear legs forward between my own, the roll of his body as he humped fruitlessly, his sheath not yet close enough to do more than offer a tantalizing brush across the very apex of my cleft. He growled softly in frustration, backing up slightly to readjust and stepped in again, a sharp poke slightly lower as he strove to find his target. Shifting one shoulder I reached back between my legs and carefully fumbled about until my fingers brushed his sheath. Capturing it gently as he froze in place I guided him downward, until the slick tip of naked, dripping flesh settled against my heated, needy ring.

His hips flexed, rolled, pressed and I relaxed myself. His frustrated, whining growls became a snarling huff as I felt a slim, smooth, slick heat drive into me. “Yes, Flame, my lad." I breathed as I felt him press most of himself in then jerk back. Blunt claws dug at the front of my thighs as I pressed my rear up toward the hot cup of his ear legs. “Nature knows, let yourself go." I reached a little further back to caress the heavy, cool velvet of the balls I felt swaying behind me. “Find your pleasure, I give myself to you."

His haunches flexed again, cupping my rump with warm, satin soft fur as the heat of his length was shoved into me again, rapidly thickening. I let out a long, eager sigh as he drove himself into me and yanked back, then drove forward again. Claws dug at the front of my thigh and his body sagged forward, his chin upon the back of my shoulder, whiskers tickling my neck as he found his stride. He hammered me with short, needy, fierce thrusts that stretched me as his erection grew and my body grasped at it. I felt his nascent knot plow into me, slip free, plow in again at the depth of each thrusts.

It was growing, too, and each time it was shoved into me I felt a wonderful zing of pleasure. Before long it became difficult for him to drag it free but it was not so large as to be uncomfortable for me. Quite the opposite, making me twitch and shudder each time it ground against me before plunging in. After several deliciously decadent minutes of letting him force that large bulk into and drag it out of my eager entry I waited until he ground heavily against me, forcing my very experienced ring to accept his girth so that when he plowed through I clamped down, hard, behind it. Ebonflame let out a sharp, snarling growl that was loud in my ear and his entire body froze for a moment, his weight shuddering upon my back. I could feel his knot, a profound presence straining against the clench of my ring, pulse powerfully as I locked him to me. The spear it backed throbbed deep within me and filled me with a wonderful sense of euphoria.

Then he began thrusting again; short, powerful, almost brutal driving jerks that hammered against me. Strong legs tightened fiercely about my waist and the weight of his breast settled heavily between my shoulder blades. Whiskers tickled my cheek and I could see his muzzle from the corner of one eye, lips drawn up to reveal ivory teeth as he panted heavily beside my face. His cock throbbed and twitched and swelled in time with his knot, each short, powerful drive grinding it against that spot just within my body that only Paul had ever had much success hitting just so.

And Flame was not just hitting it, he was grinding against it, the rapid swell of his knot putting more and more pressure against it as he strove over me. I felt my own erection slapping against my stomach with each short, urgent thrust, occasionally brushing the back of the paws clutched about my waist and clawing at my thighs. “That's it, Flame." I groaned as that hard, throbbing bulk ground against me from within, quickly driving me toward the inevitable conclusion. “That's it, that's… oh, gods, that's perfect." I turned my head to the black vulpine muzzle alongside my face and kissed the whiskers that teased my lips.

Fumbling back with one hand I grabbed my bouncing length just as I felt the rising pressure reach its crescendo. When I clamped down with the first orgasmic surge Ebonflame let out a short, snarling burr and seized the side of my neck in the solid grasp of his sharp teeth and slammed into me. His knot seemed to swell and then I felt, even through my own blissful contractions, the sudden hot fluid rush of his release pouring into the very center of my being. “Yes!" I hissed into the fur below one ear as his teeth pressed hard against my flesh, heedless of the wet saliva dripping down my shoulder. “Fuck, Flame. Love. Yes!" My own orgasm spent itself explosively into the palm of my hand, ebbing long before the pulsing power of his own did.

At length his body slumped, abruptly boneless, collapsing onto my back and driving me deeper into the bed but for my ass still held up in the cup of his haunches, securely locked to my newfound love; mate. He panted heavily against the side of my face after releasing my shoulder, leaving red dimples where his teeth had clamped down but no blood. I could still feel his presence within me throb and pulse with the rapid beat of his heart. I kept myself clenched against the invading mass of his knot and length speared into me, the liquid heat of his pleasure surging and sloshing about the limited space as my muscles stroked and grasped at him. He was not as thick as Paul had been, save for that delightful knot uniting us. Only that addition made him longer than Paul had been, but so profoundly more powerful.

Ebonflame shifted his legs from about my waist after a couple of minutes and planted them between my shoulder blades as his weight leaned against my lecherously upraised ass. He stared down at me with eyes so blue they were almost black, holding my gaze as I turned my head to look up. His pose seemed one of triumph, forequarters standing tall, neck arched as he watched his conquest writhe beneath him. Yeah, okay, let's just call me what I most happily was; his bitch, rightfully and so amazingly claimed.

I drew my hand out and awkwardly twisted my arm to show him the glistening puddle in the cup of my palm. Slow oozing dribbles marred my wrist and forearm as well but I had captured that release lest I need to run another load of laundry before we could sleep. Dipping his head he held my gaze as he slowly lapped it from my palm and licked the glistening trails from my arm. His cock throbbed, swelling within me, grinding heavily against my inner trigger as I felt another short surge of warmth add to the gift he had already given.

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“What do we know?" The suited man asked as he stood behind a chair in which one of the technicians sat. On the large display before them a human stood with a black fox-shaped shadow so deep the camera had difficulty displaying it at his side. The view was of the mouth of an alley, taken from a camera above a cafe across the boulevard. The shadow of another man stood just within the alley but, from the frozen positions, the two men were merely talking.

“This was all we could recover after the event recording the other day. Apparently all of the video footage within the alley was confiscated by law enforcement before any of our representatives could request it. They overlooked the cafe, but it does not show the event." As he spoke the man tapped the screen with a slim stylus and the scene began to move. The man and his video defying black companion walked briskly across the boulevard and turned away from the cafe, soon passing out of frame. “No other footage from the street, save for traffic and local police surveillance cameras which we do not have access to."

“What we have is good enough. Have we been able to identify the man?" Suit said quietly as his fingers trailed through the thick mane of the leonine Pokémon at his side. They were close. Hopefully the would be able to verify identity and put the whole issue to rest within days if not hours.

“Yes, sir." The tech said as the video window shrank to one corner and a different set of windows was displayed. One was a public identity dossier, another an employment ID badge, and a third listing the subject's entire publicly accessible history from his majority through to the present, no childhood history prior to attaining his majority due to child safety limitations. Suit did not care about that, anyway. All three offered a current address. “City employee, zoning and planning office."

A desk jockey? One who had proven on several occasions to be as dangerous as his companion, though in a purely mundane human way. There were several commendations and trophies for well over half a dozen different martial arts styles. That would explain how he was so dangerous. Interesting. There were also links to another man, shown as deceased in the last major conflict against a belligerent little country that ended in a stalemate. He well remembered that particular conflict, personally and in no positive ways. “Any patterns?"

“No sir. The legal department is currently working on subpoenas to access his transaction history. We do know he shops at the open-air market in the park, but that's about it." The dossier vanished below a city map zoomed in on the district containing the areas of the park normally used by city residents. It zoomed in further, until the subject's apartment block and the market in the park were highlighted. Several lines connected the two, meandering through the park and small forested boundaries between activity areas. One of those lines shone more brightly than the rest. “This would be his most direct path from his residence to the market."

From what the grocer in the park said the man was a regular, passing through once every couple of weeks to buy locally produced farm and dairy products. The grub seller hinted that he had only recently begun buying from him and always had the black Pokémon with him.

“Okay." He nodded and stroked the lion's ear lightly. “Pull back the peripheral response teams and let the boardroom reassign them. I will only need one team from this point on. I want them to divide up into three shifts to monitor the subject's activities outside of his residence and place of employment. They are to inform me whenever he leaves either, particularly when he is not in work attire."

“Affirmative." The suit swept out of the monitoring room. His team would identify the subject's current location and then keep him informed of the pair's movements. Perhaps long enough for him to get a decent night's sleep.