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A labored groan broke the silence of the bedroom as Christine began to stir from her unconscious stupor. Very slowly the Blaziken sat up and rubbed the back of her head, eyes slowly coming to focus on her surroundings a bit slower than normal due to the hangover of which she'd just become painfully aware of having. Slowly a modest bedroom came into focus, but the first thing she noticed was that it was not her own. Sunlight poured through the open bedroom window and she could feel a cool morning breeze that brought a shred of physical comfort to her.

As Christine's mind slowly began to reboot she started to remember, little fragments at first. She remembered the bar and how bored she'd been with it, obviously she'd remembered that, as she was relatively sober at that time. She remembered the white dragon, how differently he'd behaved from other men she encountered... but that was when it started to get a little fuzzy. Christine recalled getting into a conversation with... she couldn't remember his name... but she did remember sitting beside him at the bar and that they'd talked. The Blaziken sat up a bit more and rubbed her forehead as she tried to make sense of things. When any effort to do that failed she decided to get up and take a peek down the hallway.

"Nnngh." Devon grunted as he stretched, wing joints popping whilst he bent over the stove scrambling some eggs. His sleep had been remarkable peaceful given the night that had preceded it. Christine had tested his patience to its breaking point; so much so that even he was surprised he was still able to act civil. The white dragon took some solace in the fact that it was a new morning, and with it a chance to start a new day. At least until...

"Hey..." came the voice he'd heard so many times the night before, but this time the slur was gone. Devon turned his head to see the form of the female Blaziken standing in the hallway looking at him, her expression unreadable and her eyes rather haunting in the dim light.

"Hello." The drake responded, not really knowing what else to say. "You woke up pretty quickly for being as fucked up as you were last night." He added matter-of-factly. It was an honest observation; the time for sarcastic barbs had passed.

"You don't even want to know the hangovers I've overcome..." she retorted, walking over to him. "Why did you do what you did last night?" Christine asked of him. "Why go out of your way, and then not even make a move?" the feathered female further inquired. The fact that she'd let herself become as drunk as she was last night, and then to have a male not even try to put the moves on her while she was hammered... it was a tremendous blow to her pride.

"There are other things in the world besides sex." He said while turning to regard her with those steely-blue eyes of his, even letting a smile form on his lips. He picked up the frying pan that held the now sizzling eggs and walked over towards the kitchen table, and upending its contents onto two plates. "Do you like salt with your eggs?" he asked her nonchalantly.

Christine was floored yet again. Here he was saying there were other things in the world besides sex to justify him not making a move on her the night before, and now he was pouring on the chivalry again... like he was taunting her or something. But before she could voice an objection or try to prove again in some way that he was just trying to get in her pants he cut her off.

"Look, it doesn't matter to me what you think I'm trying to do. I'm trying to be the better person and show some kindness and hospitality. You can take it or leave it. Here's some warm food, or there's the door... all I did was give you a bed for the night." Devon quipped at the end and sat down at the table, a little guilt jab that she felt staggering her more than it should have.

The blaziken slowly approached the table, cautiously, as if fearful he might bite her, and sat down. His head was turned downwards towards his plate, but those piercing blue eyes were locked on her once she was seated across from him. "Sure..." she spoke with ever-waning trepidation. "... I'd like some salt."

The two of them ate in an awkward silence for some time, or however long one can take eating scrambled eggs. But after a while, her voice again broke the silence.

"Look... I'm sorry about last night." She said after taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the painful swallow of her pride. It was all she said, her having to come to grips with why this contrite behavior was manifesting itself in her. Usually she was cold as ice, but something about this dragon made her feel... different. And she became furious with herself when she found a blush rising on her cheeks when a smile slowly crept its way over the dragon's muzzle.

He took a final bite of his eggs and reached across the table, fingers outstretched in a handshake gesture. "Start over?"

That was it. She HAD to learn more about this male, this mysterious white dragon who'd managed to captivate her interest more than any other male she'd ever encountered. And what really boggled her mind was that it didn't really appear that he'd even been TRYING to get her attention.

"Alright... Devon, was it?" the blaziken said with a snide smile, conveying that bit of cockiness that was just part of who she was. When he nodded to her inquiry she took his hand and gently squeezed. She made a sound of surprise when she was pulled slightly towards him, then felt his lips press gently against the back of her clawed hand. Her heart fluttered a bit at that, but then a bit of indignation rose in her. "Oh NOW you do it." She said with a chuckle but silently cursed herself when she felt a heat in her cheeks rising in the form of a blush yet again. It was, of course, indistinguishable against her red feathers... but she NEVER got embarrassed around men.

Devon's smile persisted even in the face of her resurgent snarkiness, his tail swaying behind him a bit. "Would you have preferred it if I didn't?"

She mirrored his smile this time. "You're not like the others, are you..." the Blaziken femme mused in more of a statement than a question.

The white-scaled drake continued to hold her gaze in silence before uttering a single syllable. "No."

(2 weeks later)

A click and a creak broke the silent air inside the house as the front door opened. A white-scaled hand was on the knob as the figure of the female Blaziken crossed the threshold and stepped inside, Devon stepping in after her and closing the door. It had been two weeks since the rocky night they'd met and they'd been spending quite a bit of time with the other.

Slowly but surely Devon's gentle and unassuming demeanor had melted the ice around Christine's heart, while her fiery personality and sometimes sharp tongue sought to ignite the passion in his own. It was like they brought out the best in each other. Their time together hadn't been anything overly extravagant, just him spending time hanging out at her house after work or going out to get something to eat together... and the dragon found himself being drawn ever closer to her. Perhaps unbeknownst to the other their growing feelings for each other were reaching a critical point.

There hadn't been any outward displays of affection, no romantic intentions made plain by action or word, and that only served to increase the pressure they were under. It was inevitable that it would boil over.

And as soon as the front door closed, one of them broke.

The wall behind the door once again creaked in protest from the weight being put against it much as it had the first time Devon had brought Christine to his house. But the wall was not met with scales as it had that first time, but with feathers. Christine's back was against the wall a she looked up at Devon having been pushed against the flat surface by him, his face mere inches from hers. Their breath mingled for a few heady moments before they both leaned in and crushed their lips together, a mutual concession to desire that was instigated by neither party in particular but one that was carried out with incredible fervor by both. Devon slipped his tongue into her mouth as he let his weight press her into the wall whilst her arms draped around his neck and pulled him close. Neither of them knew how much time had passed before the kiss broke but after it did Devon rested his forehead against hers.

"It's only been 2 weeks, but it feels like it's been building for a lot longer, Chris." The white dragon hummed, a little out of breath from the passionate kiss as he used the moniker that was a product of their increasingly casual relationship.

Christine meanwhile brought up one hand and caressed his cheek. "You let the cat out of the bag now, lover boy. You know there's only one way this can go from here..." the Blaziken crooned as she ground her curvaceous body against his hard frontside, her full breasts rubbing against his chest. She gave a delighted gasp and giggle as he swept her up in his powerful arms, once more draping her arms around his neck. "Again with that chivalry..." the fire-type chided as she leaned in to drag her tongue over his cheek, her body temperature rising in a way very noticeable to Devon as her oral appendage traced a trail of heat like lava over his scales. The action prompted a shiver and a slight moan from the drake, his back arching just a little bit.

The door to Devon's bedroom swung open and Christine once more found herself lying on those soft sheets of his, but this time she was considerably more lucid than the last time she was there. This time she stared up at Devon as she stretched languidly out, trying to look nice and sexy for the dragon she knew would soon be her lover. She'd never had a problem doing it, flaunting her sexuality had become almost passé to her and yet doing it for Devon, this dragon she'd come to romantically desire, it made her heart race and her cheeks flush as she took the bottom of her shirt in her hands and pulled it over her head to expose a white lace bra covering her voluptuous breasts. Once her hands were done removing her shirt she reached behind her back and undid the clasp to the lacy garment, loosening it but not removing it. "Do you want these?" she churred to him, making a show of reaching her clawed hands up to massage her soft breasts.

The white-scaled dragon watched the display with a lick of his lips before he crawled onto his bed with her. "You know I do." He murmured back to her with a lustful smile gracing his muzzle as his hands reached up to snatch her bra from her chest, freeing her gorgeous tits. He absentmindedly cast the lingerie aside as his eyes remained fixed on her bared chest; her tits were a healthy and ample D-cup, covered in the softest downy plumage and peaked with erect pink nipples poking through the feathers... each one pierced with a small silver ring. The drake cocked an eyeridge and an amused smirk. "Sexy..." came his deep rumble before he leaned in and dragged his tongue over one of her pink nubs, tugging lightly on the ring before taking it into his mouth and suckling deeply on it. One of his hands came up and massaged the breast that wasn't occupied by his mouth, caressing and squeezing it while he lapped and sucked on her nipples.

The feathered fire-type felt herself becoming quite hot and bothered but in the most delicious of ways, arching her body up into his attentions and giving a soft moan, clawed hands caressing the back of his head and holding him against her tits. Her breath began to come in soft pants with little wisps of smoke puffing from her nostrils and her nipples becoming taut with arousal from the wonderful attentions he was heaping upon them. That blush in her cheeks began to make itself known again but this time she welcomed it as the heralding of what truly was to be a wonderful moment, embracing the thought of giving herself fully to someone in spite of it being a major departure from her normal way of going through life. She looked down at him with half-lidded eyes as he nursed her like a young drakeling might and could readily feel her panties beginning to get moist.

Devon meanwhile was just as wound up as she was but was putting forth all his energy into pleasing her. He'd always been able to derive almost as much pleasure from pleasuring his partner than being pleasured himself.

Almost.

And it was that last little caveat which drove him on as he eagerly switched to her other breast and took that nipple into his mouth as well, tongue flicking over the piercing and lips sealing over it. It drove him on because his body needed its satisfaction as well, and he wasn't going to achieve orgasm simply from the empathy and happiness he felt... so by god he was going to fuck her. They both knew it, and he just hoped he could bring himself to last long enough to make the encounter lengthy and savory for her as well. After switching to and heaping equal attention upon her other breast his hands moved to her waist and took hold of her white silken panties.

"Oh no you don't..." came the chiding coo from the Blaziken as she shifted backwards and away from him. "None of this 'ladies first' bullshit." She added and placed a clawed hand on his bare chest and shoved him back, using just a bit of the immense strength she possessed to deposit him neatly onto his back where he landed with a soft grunt. He soon found her hands now working to undo his pants, eyes going wide as his growing erection sprung forth to slap against his bare belly scales when she pulled them down far enough to reveal it. Her eyes twinkled with excitement... it was beautiful. While the rest of him was a silvery white his cock was a healthy pink, human in shape and structure, pulsing lightly with his heartbeat at a very respectable 10 thick inches. Not too big, but far from small. She looked back up at him with a pleasant smirk tugging at one side of her mouth; the eyebrow above that side cocked in much the same manner just before she leaned down with her tongue extended.

The white-scaled dragon's spine drew into a rapid and reflexive arch, a sharp gasp leaving him as he felt a searing swatch of wetness drag over his growing length. One of his hands wove its fingers into her luxurious hair and his hips raised off the bed a bit to push his swollen cock against that questing tongue of hers, gentle waves of pleasure and anticipation rolling through him only exacerbated when she trailed her tongue lower and began lapping at his balls. She ran it over the leathery flesh of his plump scrotum before wrapping her lips around one of his large balls and drawing it into her mouth to suckle tenderly on while one of her clawed hands moved up to stroke his member. "O-ohhh fuck... n-naughty girl..." was all he could moan when he felt her release his balls after about a minute or so of doting affection on them and dip lower to press her tongue against his tailhole, lapping there gently and teasingly while looking up at him with a smirk and a wink.

Christine was having all manner of fun teasing the drake like this but soon abandoned her gradual efforts in favor of a speedier route to pleasuring him. She lifted her head back up level with his groin and sunk her mouth onto his hard cock, tongue sliding along the sensitive underside of it while her lips sealed tight around his pink flesh. Fire type that she was she was able to easily increase her body temperature, especially in her mouth so she could perform a variety of attacks, and that was precisely what she did. Her eyes closed and a deep purr emanated from the Blaziken as her maw began to heat up, head beginning to move back and forth along his length, one hand moving to cup and gently caress his balls while the other rubbed beneath them and, after rubbing at his taint, gently sank first one, then two digits beneath his tail. The sultry avian sucked and bobbed on him, seeking to bring him to orgasm as quickly as she could.

Meanwhile Devon was in a world of euphoria and building tension. Under different circumstances he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from bucking into her bobbing motions but that hot, wet, tongue and those soft lips sucking and caressing over his engorged cock drove him absolutely mad with pleasure, his naked body paralyzed. Her mouth was like an oven, but instead of burning or searing him it just drove him to new heights of ecstasy he'd never thought were possible. And those fingers sinking into his snug tailhole and tickling his prostate didn't help matters either. "S-shit Chris..." was all he could muster, fingers running affectionately and amorously through her beautiful light-yellow hair. His member oozed a steady stream of pre against her blissfully scalding tongue, the dragon able to feel a powerful orgasm creeping up the base of his spine as he gorged himself on the sight of her bobbing and sucking on his throbbing shaft, using the sight to stoke his own arousal. "I'm gonna cum!"

Those must have been the words that Christine had been waiting for. "Good... just want to take the edge off love." She purred, the pleasant taste the affectionate pet name left on her tongue almost palpable. "Don't hold back, give me everything..." she coed with a smirk, once more sinking herself all the way to the base so that her nose tickled his pubic scales, gazing up at him expectantly.

Needless to say that was all he could stand and he arched up off his bed reflexively, his dragonhood swelling and bursting forth in powerful, potent spurts of cum directly into her warm suckling mouth and against her wonderfully moist and persistent tongue. Waves of euphoric release rolled through him, cock throbbing and jerking in her mouth and body twitching and convulsing lightly with every blissful muscular contraction that drained his taut ballsac of its first creamy load. His tailhole also clenched and squeezed reflexively at those two clawed digits fingering him.

The Blaziken cooed and eagerly suckled on her new lover through his orgasm. Her fingers kept pumping in and out of his rump while her other hand came up and squeezed his scrotum to try and prolong his climax. She laved her tongue against the pulsing, bulging underside of that spurting length, enjoying his musky flavor and happily swallowing as much of his seed as she could until she felt him finally start to come down, his weight slowly sagging back into the sheets. Still the sultry fire-type kept up her ministrations, sucking and bobbing lightly for a few more moments before pulling off his still-throbbing member with a soft 'pop' of lips.

"Fucking incredible..." the dragon panted as he flopped back on the bed, panting for breath as his length likewise flopped against his belly scales with a soft, sticky 'slap'. The powerful orgasm left him feeling incredibly drained but very content... as well as raging arousal and lust still pumping through his veins. And it was only exacerbated by what he saw next.

"You'd better not be done yet, lover boy..." came Christine's sweet voice from above him, Devon looking up to see the fire-type standing up with her legs together, bent over with her shapely rump clad in her thin white thong pushed out in his direction. She was looking back at him, eyes half-lidded with desire and slowly hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties, pulling them down those powerful legs of hers. Slowly her pert ass was fully exposed, the faintest hint of her pink slit visible between her strong thighs as the skimpy lace article was pulled all the way down and discarded at the foot of the bed after she stepped out of them. It was then that she widened her stance and flicked her luxurious tailfeathers to the side... showing him everything... her fine, almost downy pubic feathers which she clearly kept neatly trimmed... the tight little pucker of her tailhole between those toned cheeks, and the beautiful lips of her pussy. One of her hands snaked along her belly beneath her and reached back to part herself for him, showing the awestruck and lust-drunk drake her velvet inner flesh and how wet and ready she was for him.

Devon couldn't contain himself as such a sight and gesture of willingness was put before him. He all but scrambled to his hands and knees behind her and buried his muzzle in her backside. First he nosed beneath her tailfeathers, running his tongue along and over her tailhole while his large, strong paws massaged and spread her rump cheeks so he could get deeper. The actions earned him a sweet and deeply pleasured groan from the Blaziken as well as a clawed hand curling its fingers through his hair as she reached back to pull him more firmly against her ass. He smirked and softly rimmed her for a few more moments before his mouth moved lower, covering her feathered mound with gentle kisses before his tongue once more lashed forth, this time sliding along her soft, pink slit. Her aroused moisture threatened to scald his tongue, but still he persevered and slid it deep inside her to taste and tease her inner flesh.

"Oh god Devon!" Christine cried out from above him, eagerly pressing herself back into his ministrations. His tongue beneath her tail felt wonderful but having his mouth pressed to her sex drove her absolutely mad with desire. She was panting heavily now, embers falling from her mouth with every exhalation as he pleasured her and drank deep of her body, in the back of her mind chastising herself for bending over and presenting to him in the manner she had. But as wonderful as the dragon's oral affections felt all they did was fan the flames of her raging desire for him and ultimately she grunted and used one of her powerful legs to push the dragon backward, unintentionally shoving him off the bed as the heat of the moment caused her strength to get the better of her.

She then rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide for him, one hand fondling one of her large breasts, rolling and tugging on an erect nipple while the other once more slid down her lean stomach. Her gaze locked with his as those clawed digits combed through the wonderfully soft feathers of her belly before reaching her pussy and parting her folds for him once again. "Please..." was all she could whimper, fingering herself softly and letting out more of those soft moans. She couldn't stem the tide of emotions that flowed from her heart. She needed him inside her, needed to have them give themselves to each other in the mot complete way possible.

Devon grunted as he was unceremoniously deposited on his back and off the bed in the midst of such a lovely time but quickly got over it when he saw what awaited him when he got back up... as if the image of her bent over with her tail raised wasn't gorgeous enough. His length hadn't softened much, but seeing his new lover on her back, legs spread wide, one hand caressing her tits while the other rubbed softly at her clit (which he could now see was pierced with a single gold stud), the expression of pure desire she was fixing him with, and that softly spoken single word plea had him diamond hard and throbbing in an instant. He needed her just as much, not just physically but emotionally the dragon felt himself drawn to her with an almost irresistible force. She was crass, sarcastic, and obviously had been dead to the world of meaningful relationships when they'd met, but here she was... on his bed, legs spread, toying with herself, and begging him to take her. And he could feel she wanted it to be different than all her previous trysts, he'd been able to glean that much from how their relationship had progressed over the past 2 weeks; they had evolved from uneasy acquaintances to friends and then to something they'd just begun to outwardly express with the searing kiss they'd shared just after they'd walked in the door. Devon crawled atop her, nestling himself between her spread legs and lustfully ground against her, his throbbing member rubbing and sliding over her soft lips. His eyes stared into hers, conveying just as much longing as her own smoldering stare before he aligned himself and pressed his hips forward.

The blaziken let out a cry of bliss as she felt his hard cock slide inside her tight, welcoming depths, stretching her pussy out just right as her exclamation was matched by a moan from him as well. Her strong legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in deeper, her chest heaving with her lustful pants as his groin came to rest pushed flush against hers. Her eyes, tightly shut under the deluge of sensations, slowly opened to stare at Devon... unable to do anything apart from just lay there and try to take it all in. "Shit Devon, it feels so good..." she panted out, reaching up to cup his cheek and rub the scales there as her half-lidded, smitten gaze bored into his eyes.

Slowly the dragon's hips began to roll back and forth after a few moments of basking in the heady sensations, strong paws gripping and squeezing her soft breasts while his lips found hers in a deep kiss which she returned with vehement passion, arms draping around his neck. The sensations of her furnace-like mouth on his cock were but a distant memory, eclipsed by the molten confines of her pussy squeezing his aching length and sending spikes of pleasure up his spine each time he pushed himself into her. "Mmf... fuck Chris... GOD you're warm..." he hissed against her lips before resuming the deep lip lock, trying to avoid using the term "hot" while his hips drove into hers, balls slapping against her rump.

Christine poured all of her emotions into their kiss, one clawed hand running through his hair and over the back of his head while the other just stayed draped around his shoulders. Her eyes were closed and deep moans of bliss rose up from inside her as their tongues danced and their hot breaths mingled, the Blaziken having to use all her remaining conscious effort to not start huffing smoke and embers into his mouth as her level of pleasure and arousal just rose higher and higher. "I love you... I love you..." she panted desperately, body rocking up against him each time he surged forward and spread her wide around his thick length.

She would get a response, Devon silently promised himself, but he was too wracked with lust and pleasure to coherently respond at the moment. The dragon had to break the kiss so he could breathe as the level of pleasure and arousal coursing through his naked body demanded that his mouth be free to be able to pant and gasp with effort and rising euphoria. His throbbing member smeared his precum along the wonderfully hot inner walls of her sex as his forehead rested against hers, his muscular ass cheeks clenching and flexing with every buck of his hips. "Ah... FUCK!" came his snarl when Christine smirked and grabbed ahold of those bare cheeks of his, digging her clawed fingers in and squeezing hard.

The action, despite his best attempts at restraint, caused him to cum again.

He pumped thick, creamy spurts of semen into her tight, hot pussy... his mind blank but for the waves of blissful release that rolled through his naked form, body twitching and arching lightly atop the beautiful fire-type with every muscular contraction that drained his aching balls inside her. To his absentminded delight, or as much as he could feel beneath the relentless tide of pleasure that accompanied his climax, those luscious but powerful legs tightened their hold wrapped around his waist and her gorgeous body arched up to meet him with her own cry of bliss echoing in his ears. He felt her tighten and squeeze around his pulsing length, letting him know she'd cum as well and a mixture of his creamy seed and her searing nectar oozed out of her and onto his balls and thighs.

Through the haze of her own pleasure Christine rolled over so their positions were switched with her on top and him on the bottom, his swollen manhood never leaving her hot depths. "Oh Devon..." She breathed in an almost dreamily amorous way, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes and a smitten smile. In any other situation she would have berated herself profusely for behaving in such a sappy manner but she was past the point of caring. He had wormed his way into her heart and brought out a side of her that even she didn't know existed.

"Yes Chris... fuck yes." came Devon's encouraging growl when she switched their positions, his paws immediately coming up to cup and squeeze her soft tits as her own hands settled on his chest. His cock still pulsed with his rapid heartbeat inside her, refractory period completely absent in his lust for her. "A-ahh... god!" he moaned when she started to rock back and forth atop him, neither of them done with each other or feeling out their yearning for one another. Her motions were lustful, but not frantic... passionate, but not hectic... and the drake got to watch her beautiful naked body move in what he could only see as wonderfully practiced motions.

The Blaziken was absolutely flawless. Absolutely perfect. One hand rested on his chest while the other curled itself in her own hair, her eyes closed and her beak slightly open to allow for her soft moans and gasps. She wasn't bouncing on him, instead rather sensually rolling her hips back and forth across his lap, more caressing his length within her pussy than thrusting it in and out. The fact that her cunt was already filled with his first load put all the sensations over the top for him as he got his own sloppy seconds, a mixture of his cum and her moisture being so lewdly smeared all over his length in a wonderfully pleasurable mess. And the sight of her moving atop him coupled with her tight sex squeezing and sliding along his cock only made him arch up against her and squeeze her luscious breasts, rolling those pierced nipples between his fingers as his engorged length began to ooze precum yet again after only about 5 minutes of the new position.

Christine meanwhile savored the more languid pace to their lovemaking this time; even though it really was the same time, they'd never stopped. Slowly her eyes opened once again and she stared down at him with a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips upon feeling him begin to throb within her confines yet again. "Cum inside me again baby... god I want to feel you fill this pussy up." She moaned in a voice that carried a bit of her sharp, vulgar tongue, her back arching as his cock hit all the right spots. But even as she moved her eyes snapped open and her hips gave an involuntary shove down onto him when one of Devon's hands left her breasts and moved between them to start rubbing at her clit, tugging at the gold ring just a bit before caressing her in slow circles to match the rhythm of her grinding.

"Only if you milk it out of me." The dragon responded from beneath her as he rubbed her most sensitive of areas. Both of their bodies were still enflamed with desire but it was of a more subdued sort, which was the only reason they were both able to keep the pace slow and passionate even as they both drew close to cumming again. Christine's eyes drooped closed yet again while she rocked against him slowly and sensually. His rubbing of her clit sent her on a rapid climb to orgasm and it was barely any time at all before she was clenching and squeezing on him once again as she came with another cry of ecstasy. Her scalding nectar oozed around him while she continued her gentle gyrations throughout her climax, caressing his throbbing cock within the confines of her rippling inner muscles. With the last embers of her lust she reached back and squeezed his sac once again while gazing down at him with a mixture of exhaustion and desperate need. "Please..." she begged in the midst her final orgasm.

That was all the dragon could take. Even though it was his third climax it was the apex of the evening. "Uuuugh!" was the only noise he could make as his taut scrotum contracted in her grasp yet again, his body giving a lurch upwards as he came hard for the third time. Much as was the case with Christine Devon's climax didn't feel as euphoric as the previous two, more like a blissful absence of pressure and relief as he flooded her pussy with even more of his warm cum. His eyes closed and the dragon let the waves of catharsis flow through him whilst his arms wrapped around her and pulled her down into a deep, languid kiss.

The Blaziken cooed into his mouth in response to feeling more pulses of his thick, creamy seed fill her... her tongue rolling against his slowly while little flashes of pleasure tickled her as her soft breasts pressed into his chest and her sensitive, taut nipples brushed over his scales which now shimmered with a light coat of sweat. Slowly, ever so gently their lips parted after a few moments of kissing, the two of their faces still less than 2 inches apart as they both panted softly, breaths mingling, and gazed deeply into one another's half-lidded eyes.

"I love you too, by the way." Devon whispered with a smile between his heavy breathing, his member now finally starting to soften and eventually slipped from her body followed by a small river of his cum, the final parting company of their intimate flesh made both of them shiver. Christine leaned down a bit and gently kissed his chest several times before just laying atop him, body limp from exhaustion, sexual fulfillment, and newfound love.

"I've never felt this way before." The beautiful pokemon said softly, almost as much to herself as to him. Her head lay sideways atop his scaled pecs, staring thoughtfully at the wall with a blank expression as she tried to make sense of what exactly had become of her, what strange and wonderful things this dragon had done to her.

Devon likewise was happily perplexed at the situation in which he now emotionally found himself. He knew it was good and beautiful, that was for sure... but he also knew they both needed a clear head to fully quantify it. They could figure it out in the morning, most likely accompanied with a shower and some more sex. But for now both new lovers could do nothing apart from just let their tired naked bodies lay together in wonderful afterglow, neither saying another word, before sleep found them both not long after.

(Probably some of the most gratuitous sex I've ever written, but it's the scene I've wanted to create since I came up with Christine and I'm very pleased with it. I hope you are too. Blazikens are so fucking sexy. Feels good to post something again, it's been 4 years...)