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The lucario looked around the stony outcrop: green mountains and forested valleys as far as the eye could see. He could still hear the sound of a waterfall in the distance, likely the same one he had passed some hours ago during his convoluted journey up to this place.

He didn't see the mew yet, but he would've sworn this was the right place based on her description: a thin, gray-barked tree with few leaves, set among three boulders nearly half as high as the tree, with scarcely enough space between the stones and the tree for him to wiggle in and circle his way around, if he had wanted to do so.

He could almost hear the mew's words ringing in his head: You can't miss it. It's the only tree remaining on that path up the mountain. It's surrounded by stones that fell upon it in an avalanche. It's a miracle it's even alive.

He looked down at the tree's meager roots, and saw how little soil was around them. It was like someone had manually chiseled out just enough stone from the mountainside for the tree to live, replaced it with dirt, and then planted it. Yet, if that were true, it must have happened many years ago, judging by the tree's aged girth. He had seen this same variety of tree in the woods below, and it was usually even narrower than this specimen was.

What a curious place for the mew to have promised to show him "something really good." Moreover, where could she be? It wasn't like her to keep anyone waiting, especially considering how mobile she was.

The lucario was a social and friendly sort, though also more naive and inexperienced than he realized. While he mainly kept to himself, he was happy to be neighborly to other pokemon in this wilderness in which he had lived all his life. As for the mew, she was itinerant -- someone who flitted through the area every few months on her way around the world. He had only had the pleasure of talking to her a few times, and she had always treated him well, but he had also felt a bit shy and out of his league when trying to hold conversation with her. She knew so much more about the world than he did, and sometimes even seemed to know more about injured pokemons' bodies, which should have been his domain as an aura user. His biggest contributions to her had been in working together with her to treat unexpected wounds on passing pokemon who had fallen down on their luck.

He closed his eyes, let his aura sensors rise from around his neck, and scanned the area more fully. Numerous signs of life glowed within his second sight, particularly as he watched the breeze-buffeted leaves of the forest down below. Certainly, this mountain had plenty of life around... but none of the energies carried that ethereal pink edge that the mew's always did.

He was about to give up and sit down when a bit of that pinkness finally did catch his attention, arcing up over the mountain peak high above and then swooping down toward him.

He immediately supposed that it couldn't be anyone but her. No one else in these parts could casually dart over the peak and then rocket themselves faster than a diving bird toward the trail below -- and then stop on a dime as if things like momentum were no problem at all.

Which, she did. She slowed to a halt as if an invisible net had just caught the psychic sphere of force in which she had been traveling.

"Hello!" he said while waving at her -- and tried not to give away how intimidating her entrance felt.

The mew's bulbous tail flicked over her head as she situated her feet toward the ground and dispersed her bubble of psi. A lightweight blast of force billowed out from her, making the lucario's ears flick as she landed.

"Myuu!" she said to him. Then, into his thoughts: Sorry I'm late!

"I only just got here. Your timing is perfect!"

She had a bouncy cheerfulness to her, and he found that as infectious right now as he always did. It was hard to feel insecure about her while she was around, even if later reflection might bring out downer feelings from time to time.

Mm, you smell really nice after walking up here. This is going to be well worth the time~

The lucario blinked, feeling complimented but also a little embarrassed. He hadn't heard the mew use that tone of voice with him before, nor seen her look at his body quite so... strangely! Her eyes had widened and were looking up and down him at every detail of his form, from the steady pads of his feet to the spike on his chest... and at everything in between. Her eyes lingered in places he wasn't expecting, and then finally settled to look straight at his face.

So how're you feeling? All warmed up after that hike?

"A little tired, but I think I'll be fine -- why?"

The mew chuckled. Oh yeah, that'll be perfect then -- you cute, sweet guy, you.

He felt waves of eagerness coming from her, the flow of her aura shifting and intensifying. What a strange feeling from her! She almost never seemed so intent on something. Yet, it was very positive emotion... a strong one!

"I'm not sure I understand," the lucario admitted as the mew glided slowly in his direction, her feet hovering inches above the ground while she leaned her head toward him and began sniffing at his ankles and upward.

Mm, maybe I can help you understand then, she said, pausing from her sniffing near his waist and hovering right in front of him. You remember the other day, when you asked me what those two ursaring were doing in the distance while we were getting a drink at the river?

"The other day" had been more like ten days ago, but yes, he remembered. He had occasionally seen pokemon... interacting in that strange way -- climbing all over each other and thrusting their pelvises together, among other things -- but he didn't know anything about it. He had grown up mostly alone, and tended to get smirks and snickers in response if he asked anyone else about it.

"Sure, I remember," he told her. "Are you going to explain what it is?"

Mm, I'm gonna do better than that. You deserve more than just an explanation, as kind as you are to the others around here. They all talk about how nice you are, but none of them want to take care of you like you need to be taken care of.

This sounded exciting. "Do you want to?"

I can't always, admitted the mew, but I can at least show you something wonderful while I'm here.

The lucario hardly knew what to say. It was true that for a fully matured male of his species, there was a lot he didn't know, and many things he hadn't seen and experienced. He waited with anticipation for the mew to show him this wonderful thing, and he thought that perhaps it might have something to do with the tree.

"Is there some magical fruit or leaf that only this tree bears?" wondered the lucario aloud as he glanced up at it. "Is that what makes the pokemon like to do that? They seem to enjoy it a lot, so maybe it comes from consuming a certain plant?"

He had consumed berries that had altered his mood before -- some for the better and some for the worse -- so this was far from nonsensical within his subjective world. The mew, however, was not talking about anything that depended upon a plant for activation.

She levitated closer, and nudged unexpectedly at his sheath with her nose.

It comes from in here, she said, pointing at it.

Well, that was... certainly a strange sensation. He had been nuzzled in that area a time or two before, though not very often -- usually by female pokemon who had been acting a little strangely to begin with. A rush of emotions went through him anytime someone else touched that area, particularly as rare as it was. It wasn't exactly something that one simply went up and did.

"I, uh..." the lucario started.

He wanted to back away out of sight -- felt vulnerable and insecure. The sheath was coming down a bit, like it often did when it got bumped or touched too much, and the pinkish tip of his penis would soon be showing itself -- yes, there it was. The mew was so interested in it, as if it was critically important. Didn't she know what that was normally used for?

Awkwardly, he backed up against the tree and spread his arms backward against it, as if leaning on the poor thing for support. He felt his skin crawl as his aura pulsed erratically from nervousness. Any focus he'd had, had just been disturbed.

Despite this, the mew kept nudging and nuzzling, her tail swaying casually all the while as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

This is the most natural thing in the world, the mew affirmed him. You don't have to be afraid. Let it come out.

He breathed deeply. He wondered what she wanted from him exactly. He knew that sometimes if it came fully free of the sheath, it would grow thicker and harder, but also become sensitive and difficult to retract... as it also sometimes did when he first woke up each morning. Sometimes he would find a clear or whitish discharge with it, which he had always assumed was just a way for his body to clean itself out while he slept.

The mew's nose moved up and down his sheath, with small and precise waves of telekinetic force accompanying. It made him squirm, his back arching and his knees bending forward. He didn't know why, but whatever the mew was doing... it was somehow just right. Instead of making him feel more anxious, it was starting to make him feel...

"Aaaah!" the lucario moaned.

He hadn't expected to have such an embarrassing outburst -- but then, he also hadn't expected to find his sheath pulling itself down for her so quickly, nor his shaft growing hot and plump with bloodflow.

You're so sensitive...! she marveled, her eyes finally looking up again to meet his own. How does it feel now?

While awaiting his reply, she landed from her levitation and reached up one of her soft-furred, gentle-padded hands to stroke the length along its underside. Her motions were slow, and for a moment the lucario didn't say anything because he was just taking in how warm and pleasant the touch felt.

Her expectant, large eyes eventually got him to speak, but his words were harder to form than usual amid the little jolts of pleasure.

"It's like... eating something really good," he said to her.

She grinned. Does it make you hungry? I could get you some berries.

"N...no... I only mean the feeling. Warm, full... why does it feel so good when you... t-touch it?"

Because I know what I'm doing, cutie. Her tail thumped once against the ground and then lay there behind her, while her other hand moved to join in the act. I kinda live for this.

"This?"

Mm, to see beautiful males enjoy themselves. I heard no one had ever shown you, and I thought it was downright unfair that no one had, as kind as you are to everyone.

"It always feels s...so strange when I do it. Like I might crush it."

You're being too rough, probably... or touching the wrong spots at the wrong firmness. You're pretty strong after all... but I'm weak, yet sensual.

There was no arguing that. He felt ready to collapse because this felt so good, and he had indeed begun to slide down along the tree trunk as his cock pulsed harder. He was losing his footing, all the strength flowing right out of his body because of how good it felt. He was sliding down, as if he had just been defeated in a battle and left slammed against this tree...

Something in his instincts kicked in, and his mental guard went up. The lucario growled and pushed himself upright, and looked down at the mew with the briefest flicker of outrage. Yet, she seemed to sense and understand it, and didn't push him. She slowed her rubbing, closed her eyes slowly, and asked him another question.

Do you know how males normally feel when this is happening to them?

"I don't. What is this, anyway? It feels almost... almost too good!"

That's the idea. Relax, and let me show you. What happens at the end is how female pokemon get their eggs.

"Ahh...!" He gritted his teeth as her hands made another slow stroke and then traced fingers around the tip. "You must be mistaken... I don't have any eggs!"

Of course you don't, but you have the magic juice that makes them grow.

The lucario was blushing hotly under his fur. His breathing had grown so unsteady... but his aura, his aura was rallying so well that it was astonishing. Despite how overwhelmed he felt, he could feel his vital energies pulsing and expanding, and knew that if another of his kind looked this way from a distance they would surely see him as a great big sunburst of power. If only they knew how confused and weak he felt in spite of it! But, perhaps they would not know. Perhaps he would find the strength to go through this proudly... whatever exactly this blissful sorcery was!

"Show me..." he grunted to her, as an odd wave of renewed confidence ran through him. For that moment -- just that moment -- he sounded like someone who knew exactly what he was doing, and was utterly secure in all that was about to occur. While that security wouldn't last, it felt good to say it that way. It felt good to... tell her, to command her to keep showing him. His thoughts were turning funny, and he was beginning to feel that it was indeed very important that she keep showing him. To his emotions at the time, it seemed as if it might be the single most important thing in the entire world!

He felt his aura expanding further, coiling around his own limbs and embracing those of the pitiful tree. He felt himself connecting to it -- suddenly understanding its precarious health more deeply than he had before. For just a moment, he felt conscious of a union between them: the tree supporting his back, while he soothed and fed the tree an energy of life that it was sorely lacking. He had never experienced this level of empathy with a plant before, but with the mew in his mind and his body in such a state of alert, he could feel his power reaching out spontaneously. He needed to be strong, and he wanted the tree to grow strong too.

Yet, no amount of wanting could change the fact he had no idea what this experience was supposed to feel like... and he was starting to feel some apprehension about the fact the sensations were starting to change.

"It's like it's... I can't feel..." he muttered.

The mew didn't even miss a beat, her ears perking as she heard him and her telepathic reply coming back with an ease founded in her many partners' worth of experience: Ah, my rubbing must be tiring your nerves... I've been going at it pretty fast. Well, I know something that'll freshen it right back up again~!

Smoothly, she dropped to her knees, resting her shins on the ground in front of him. She took hold of his base and tugged his shaft ever so slightly downward, applying a soft pressure with her hands along the place where his knot sometimes inflated. While she was doing that, she lifted her spine upright and opened her small, rounded muzzle around his tip. A moist, warm feeling flowed across his penis -- her breath, skillfully exhaled over it. Then she glanced once up at him, saw the further confusion in his eyes, and dove headfirst toward his groin.

Her mouth parted wide for him, and her tongue met the underside of his shaft, gliding down the entire length and lapping repeatedly at the places her fingers were not touching. Her nose buried itself in his abdominal fur, and he heard the harsher sound of her forcing a deep breath through all of the creamy fluff.

Smells so good... mmm, tastes so good too...

The lucario had been feeling overwhelmed by this situation on a regular basis, but now even the mew seemed to share in those feelings. He had no idea what to say or do as she rammed her face back and forth, her tongue slurping down his length each time, her petite chin nudging against the low-hanging sack of his balls. They had been sagging lower as she rubbed him, perhaps encouraged by the warmth, and when he felt the pleasure tickling his nerves again, he found himself pressing back harder against the tree, grasping at it occasionally with his hands, and pressing his hips forward. When he did this motion, the pleasure didn't feel quite as overwhelming, and the sensation of her face brushing against his balls and the withdrawn base of his sheath felt so indescribably perfect.

Breaking through all of his confusion and occasional bouts of concern, there were the first flickers of the idea that all of this was exactly correct. That nothing with this interaction could possibly go wrong, because nature had made it that way. He didn't know if it was an honest conclusion or just another puff of the fog that had settled over his emotions more and more as she stimulated him, but he found it both alluring and compelling.

Whatever she was doing, right now, he needed it... and she needed him to do it with her. He could feel it more and more in the slight trembling of her hands, and sense it in a tell-tale crackle that formed in the pulses of her aura. Something in her was ready to burst... which was a feeling to which the lucario increasingly found himself relating well.

Her tongue licked faster, working up toward the tip from the base, and he gradually became aware that she was pulling her little maw back from him over time, and using her hands to grasp the uncovered parts of his shaft at each step of the way, resulting in a continuous feeling of it being warm and surrounded at all points.

It was always warm and surrounded inside of his sheath... but it had never felt this good among anything outside of the sheath... and never so sensitive or good while retracted inside, either.

The lucario felt some muscles in the lower part of his groin jerk spasmodically, and his shaft flexed upward for just an instant. It was as if the pleasure had built up some lurking static current of electricity inside of him, and then the latest rub and lick had caused his muscles to lose their poise.

Normally, losing control of one's muscles because of an electrical attack felt horrible... so why did this feel so good? His breathing was getting so deep, and yet also so rapid... and he felt like he could press back hard enough against the tree to snap it in half. In fact, something about the idea of snapping the tree in half felt pleasant in an instinctive way -- the idea of showing his strength to the mew, making sure she understood just what he body was capable of...

"Runhh..." he moaned, as another of those little jerking motions struck.

She fully removed her mouth from around his length at that time, and worked her hands faster along the tip before grinning curiously up at him. Her face looked like she was sizing someone up -- trying to read them -- possibly without using her psionics to help the process along. Was that some kind of game to her?

If so, he very much liked playing.

"Th...thank..." he started to say automatically, as a significant portion of his mind concluded that she must be about done with whatever she was trying to show him. After all, nothing could possibly get more impressive than this without being outright painful.

Surely.

Surely?

Get ready for more, you cutie you~ she warned him, and set right back to work at stroking his tip, giving it the occasional kiss and lick.

More of those small contractions... and a feeling of... something... He didn't know what.

Seeing that familiar, vexed-in-the-best-way-possible look on his face, she asked him, So, what are you feeling?

That was a very good question. What was he feeling? What was happening in his body as his blood pounded through his shaft and warmed her perfect little paws?

The mew brushed her hand low against the tight mass of his retracted sheath, her fingers playing with the soft surface and coaxing it to move again under her touch. Meanwhile, the narrow base of his shaft was quivering before both of their eyes.

Something was happening. Something the lucario could not explain properly, but felt that he needed to try.

"I...it's hot down there. Feels ticklish..."

"But you don't seem tickled," she cooed.

This was true. Nevertheless, some strange tension was building up in the nerves all around his base, and upward, tempting him to rub at the shaft the way she had been rubbing it and suckling it, so that the pleasurable feelings would increase again.

"Tingly..." was the only word he could muster. He was surprised to find a quiet growl rising in his throat and an urge to buck his hips upward against her grip.

What he didn't say was that he suddenly felt very full down there too, the way he might feel right before a long-needed relief. For the briefest moment his utterly inexperienced mind wondered if maybe that was in fact what was about to happen -- but he quickly enough determined that these sensations were still different from the ones associated with the need to relieve himself. They were so prickly, and so strong... and felt so good...

Then, almost all at once, his knot swelled up big. It bulged before his eyes as he panted and looked down, the veins on it popping out for both of their enjoyment.

Enjoyment... something about it seemed so right, and felt so good. It all felt good, but something about the image of his knot swelling up in particular filled him with a feeling he hadn't known before: a sense of impending perfectness and rightness and a drive to get there. He only didn't know how, but his body and the mew were both proving to be effective teachers.

"Why's it getting so hard..." he gasped. It was a serious question, since usually when his knot swelled up -- for instance, if he had just woken up from being asleep and simply found it that way -- it deflated in short order.

The mew's fingers kept gently caressing his base, and then progressed into squeezing at it in a ringlike fashion, and the knot did not deflate. No, it did very much the opposite: it tightened so much that he felt like he would burst, that all his blood pressure would just become too much for him and knock him right out. It was so big and so pleasurable -- every touch of every thread of her fur made it feel better and better, and that vision of perfection in his mind seemed nearer and nearer.

He looked at her, not meaning to look her in the eye but meeting her gaze regardless, and saw her tail swishing high over her head, a gleam in her expression that showed she not only knew exactly what she was doing, but eagerly awaited what would soon occur.

"Please... slow down," the lucario murmured. "It's too good... something must be..."

The mew's tail continued to sway, and she silently gazed at him before lowering her mouth to his tip again and giving another slow gulp down his length, this time letting her tongue tickle the upper fringes of his knot as well. Her fingers slowed their squeezing, but now the feelings were welling up more and more... she had slowed down, but the feelings were not going away! They were sneaking up from deep inside of him, making his whole body feel hot and prickly!

He didn't notice his balls tightening up against his taint, but she did. She played with them, touching them softly while a pinkish purple glow coated her tail and eyes, and sent a similar glow into his own sight.

Mmm, you're so close...

"Close to... what?" he wondered aloud. "I feel..."

Yes, what do you feel? Show me what your instincts are telling you.

The pounding heartbeat in his head made it hard to think, and his breaths were arriving with an almost embarrassing frequency for someone as well-trained in fighting as he was.

"I want... to make it happen. I don't know what it is... but I need to make it... I need to make it clear up. I need to..."

Her hand massaged encouragingly on his base, and his knot thrummed with an even eagerer sensation. His shaft began to make smaller, jolting spasms from time to time -- causing a thin white fluid to leak from his tip as it happened. He hardly even noticed, only sensing it as an increase in the overall smell and flavor of his musk and hers together.

Show me, she coaxed.

He grunted -- growled. He felt her reaching into his mind just a little -- not even rudely, but with the gentlest and most gradual of intentions, as if a mental hand as smooth and loving as the one currently tending to his shaft was reaching for some equally hot and lively door within his mind and beginning to stroke at it too, seeking to help him find the handle that would open it up at last.

This was an easier thing for him to understand than some of the bodily sensations. He had often felt a kind of gating in place when he used aura to sense the emotions of other creatures. He had likewise found that sometimes he could help open those gates to let feelings come to light.

And the more she stroked at that special something in his mind, the more he began to growl. The more he began to move on instinct. The more he began to embrace what his body and his raging hormones were telling him.

He thrust in her grasp. Without even knowing what thrusting was, he did it. He drank in the scent both of them were putting off and felt the readiness of his knot, and he slammed faster and faster into her grasp.

Her mouth suckled its way down his gliding length, giving him a warm wetness to feel surrounding him as he went. Strange imaginings filled his mind -- simple ones, but strange just the same. Strange imaginings of finding the mew in the forest and pouncing on her and rubbing his shaft on her until the knot grew just as hard as it was now... and then harder, fuller somehow.

Then, he filled up, every inch of his body filled up with that heat, firmness, and pleasure. His aura throbbed in rhythm with his genital member, and at long last he felt that predicted perfection flood his mind.

He tried to describe it. He tried so hard to describe it while it was happening, just as the mew had asked him to do, but all that came out were "Aaaah!"s and primal cries, ru-ka-rio grunts and a final triumphant ruuu roar.

His knot penetrated her mouth, and she closed it around his base for just a moment -- before deftly and suddenly pulling back.

The lucario watched with an ecstatic mind as what seemed like a river of milky white came shooting out of his cock. It fired hard and far, easily passing the mew's feet once it really got going. Sure, the first few spurts were a little shorter, and the very first in particular was more of just a dribble, but he didn't care -- and neither did she. He hadn't even had the time yet to find the fact that it was happening strange.

Both of them were experiencing the delights of a lucario's first orgasm -- he from his own inexperience, and she vicariously by listening in on what he felt. She moaned too, because there was no way not to. There was no way to hold back the raw pleasure she was sharing with this newcomer to the world of sex. She had more than enough experience herself, but no amount of experience could make the brilliance of a first time lose its luster.

His shaft was hot, and so wild, during those first few spurts. It was a raging animal, almost separate from himself with how proudly it spasmed without a single conscious thought -- and yet so intimately and seamlessly a part of him that there was no escaping how personal a moment it truly was.

Every throb was a legendary moment of happiness. Every spasm was as strong or stronger than the tastiest meal he'd ever had, the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, the prettiest flower he'd ever seen. He felt as if his mind had taken all of his ability to appreciate anything, wrapped it up inside a great sphere of aura within his groin, and then burst that sphere to send all of that pleasantness coursing up through every nerve and muscle in his form.

She milked at his base, called him a stud -- he had no idea what that even meant -- and then placed her face right in the way of the gushing seed. It was his seventh spurt now, and still he was somehow going strong. Perhaps it was all the teasing and coaxing that had led up to this; perhaps his aura was simply making him a conduit of virility. She had no idea, and she didn't fret as to why. She relished it, celebrated it, put her body in its way and let his fresh seed coat her just as she had hoped it would. Then by the twelfth spurt she gasped in happiness at how well it was still going, licked her lips hungrily, and dove open-mouthed down to the hilt once again, moaning into his knot and sucking hard as more of his nigh-endless load came rushing across her tongue and into her throat.

So good... she managed to say through the haze they were sharing.

"Ka... ru-kaaaaah~" he agreed. He had become a living timepiece of sex, launching each new spurt with the regularity and dependability of any mechanical clock, and it seemed to both of them as if this fact might continue on forever. Certainly, he didn't know any better -- maybe this was what the secret of life was. Maybe you did this and then nothing ever felt bad ever again, and eventually you just dissolved into the feelings of perfect bliss. He certainly felt like that was possible right now, with his aura coursing hard through him and the kindly mew showing such a strange but endearing affection to his body.

Nevertheless, there came a point after his twentieth spurt when at last the flow of seed began to taper down, and with it a slackening of his ejaculation. His knot remained rigid, but the spasms came slower and slower, and the seed he pumped into his lover became less and less. He began to feel the ecstasy breaking into a gentler, foggy-minded letdown. No, not a letdown... a letdown was something bad.

And this is the start of "afterglow," she informed him.

Afterglow. Yes, that name sounded positively accurate indeed, especially with the mew's eyes still glowing with him. His mew, even. His mew? He indeed felt possessive toward her. He wanted to hold her close and stop her from ever getting away from him. He wanted to show her his strength and his worth in life. He wanted...

He had no idea, really, what the end was of what he wanted. He might've thought, To have this happen again, but at the moment that seemed logically impossible and emotionally unnecessary. He felt like he had experienced something which could only ever happen once and would never, ever happen again, because of how earth-shattering it was for his perspective. There was no way this could ever...

...And I'll do it with you again just as soon as you're ready. I wonder whether or not that will take a while?

The lucario panted. She knew what he was feeling. He hardly had to explain at this point.

"I want it... more... every day, every hour, forever!" he moaned at her.

The mew laughed in his thoughts as she pulled carefully back from his cock, which continued some slow pulsations and an occasional droplet emerging from within. Everyone thinks that their first time, I think... or at least pretty quickly after their first times. You're sweet, and I hope you can get this feeling as often as you possibly could want it.

The lucario, though still a little dazed, felt encouraged. "Yeah! I will find a way to have it more often. I will..."

His mind blanked -- not because of anything the mew was telling him, but because a wave of some incredibly powerful exhaustion washed over him all of a sudden. Every muscle in his body lost some of its tension, and felt just... so very...

The lucario's head swam, and he reclined onto his back. "Mmm... so that's the glowy part... The light feels so bright now..."

Yes, just close your eyes and rest now, stud. You did quite a big climax for your first time.

A climax. Yes, that was certainly climactic. So it was like the climax of a story, and stories could be told over and over and over...

Just make sure to wait long enough between each telling, so that you don't get too exhausted, she advised him.

Then she gave his length a tender kiss, and his knot a brushing rub with one hand that caused his whole body to twitch and his breath to gasp.

"What was that!?" he nearly coughed out.

It's really sensitive afterward... just keep that in mind, big guy... Mmm, you're so sensitive, I want to keep teasing it but I know I shouldn't!

"C-come right back and do it more after," he babbled. "I'm sure I'll feel up to it again, soon. Before long."

He really had no idea. For all he knew he would never be able to tolerate being touched there again. Right now, the feelings were so overwhelming and so new that he had no clue.

You'll be up for it again soon, she assured him. You're a hungry male... I can already tell.

Then she gave his balls a soft petting, and lay her head to rest on his left thigh, eyes looking cutely at him before the glow abated and the telepathic link closed down.

"You're so sweet and sexy," she whispered to him. "I'll happily teach you all I know."

She traced some patterns on the lean muscles of his abs as they both settled into the silence of a nap. She hadn't cum personally, but being exposed full-blast to his own climax had instilled in her a certain sleepiness that would make it easy to join him there.

It took the lucario a couple more minutes before he had his wits about him enough to be at all puzzled by one of the most visible details of what had transpired between them. While they were nestling down to rest together, he glanced at her face and took a sniff, before asking a cautious question.

"Is it...?"

It's called semen. It's the special stuff that makes females bear their eggs. It's quite different from what you were expecting.

"Is it safe to... touch it?"

She laughed. There'll be plenty of time, but yes, it is. I'll let you examine it all you like, at whatever pace you like.

He nodded, and then his eyes shut woozily.

"Think I'll just sleep for now... okay?"

She petted his head and rubbed up along one of his ears. Yes, we both will.

Curled up together on their sides, they would indeed sleep, for just as long as they both liked, and then they would talk more later.

Meanwhile, a literal afterglow of aura was coating the pokemon and the tree, and silently reinvigorating all three of them.