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"Give it to me, every swollen inch." she whispered against his neck, the stoked heat inside her radiating into the air and singeing fur and pillows alike as the delphox gave into her yearly estrus. And with him... she wanted this for him, to give him this chance to seed the aged vulpine.

He didn't disappoint as her petals were spread by the black, swollen length that she'd spent hours teasing, getting riled up and needy just for her season. The first thrust sent her vision into darkness as the flash of white and then colors swam past and she didn't notice she had moaned out against him and shut her eyes. The deepest dam inside her nethers felt the pulse of creamy pre-seed splash against her already soaked tunnel and trail back as he withdrew. His abnormally swollen balls traced up the inside of her locked thighs and plucked up a few runs of her furred dress as the matting of fluids from their closeness had already made her stick to him and vice versa.

"Yessssssss..." he groaned out, the absol's thoughts muddled by how he got here, in this den with her, but all that mattered right now was that she was sweetly nibbling at his neck and sighing softly after the first slamming thrust. The second he didn't hold back on either, hearing her sounds get muffled as he slammed home into the drooling pussy he'd been teased with for months, weeks into her heat. He wasn't sure how long but the absol's pinkened shades started to blur as his instincts took over. The need to breed her was too strong now that he'd pressed inside her and all the delicate pheromones she'd been trying to keep under wraps in the best ways the experienced mother could were driving him nearly feral.

Claws dug in and through the pillows she'd made of her home and the tearing was spare of her fur as she'd had the foresight to wrap herself around his hips with her legs and being pushed higher up his back with every few thrusts. His teeth sank in, still, taking to the bouncing "ball" right in from of him.

The squeal he received was welcome all the same as the boy was always admiring her bust even when she wasn't using it to tease and taunt him for pleasures of the flesh. Her arms draped around his neck as she could barely keep her voice silent or think of something witty to say amongst his hard, desperate thrusts. She swore she came at least once already if not twice, too, but the intensity of him was keeping the experienced matron off balance as her body was begging for his seed with each flutter of her tunnel trying to milk him on his way in.

The room was ablaze with the dim blue flames she'd easily lost control of, nothing harmful to him or her but the furnishings of the flame fired den she'd stuffed high with soft blankets and pillows of all sorts was not enjoying the heat. And she wasn't exactly considering his resistance to the heat either...

But none of those details mattered as the ebony knot pressed her loins wide, eyes going just as broad as she left her mouth in the same shape he was forcing her other lips to make. The seed her body craved, that her mind was ravenous for, was right there and she didn't hold back a word as she near breathlessly begged.

"Yes, give it to me, give me your knot, anything for it, give me it all to me NOW!" she screamed against him and buried her muzzle into his neck fur, every twinge of muscle and sinew curling under him to brace for the ravaging thrust that he wound up for to bury himself into her as deeply as his canine length could muster.

And it came, the knot popping in-

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• and her body fell to the side of the pillow she'd been holding onto desperately in her morning dreams that were as vivid as ever lately. Her petals were twitching, on the edge of a nocturnal orgasm with scent of her actual, non-dreaming heat flooding her senses as the fluid soaked pillow was lost and she found herself slumped along the floor muttering and letting out a geckering noise of mixed need and disappointment. It was as haunting as one would expect a witch's den to sound like early in the day as the bird-types scattered in haste at the sudden, dreary sound echoing into the lightly wooded hills the phox made her home.

With a heaving, telling sigh she spread herself out wide along the floor as her body was wanting so deeply she was considering tossing herself at the nearest male in sight should she exit her den. And just jilling herself off with her fingers or spellcraft wouldn't be enough to do anything but ease the desperate want to be bred inside her. It hadn't been this strong since her prior daughter's birth and not quite as potent as her third son's. But in that she took solace as this time... she could choose a proper sire.

An almost bitter smile wound up along her lips, eyes distant and recalling things in her past that flashed by dressed in the lusts her heat demanded she remember as well. Four sons first, two daughters next and now she was deep enough to consider a seventh in her long life. Six children to call her own, strong and healthy, raised to the best of her ability usually as the single mother to each and now... that urge to settle down rather than wander for this one sank into her deeper than she expected it ever to do so.

Maybe the life of being a travelling merchant would need to fade for this elder delphox, the wisened matron and mother Heratsu as she was known. She'd had a few last names to go along with but few would forget her. Or her acting name of Evaline. But she hadn't used that in years, goodness no!

Her silver coat glinted in the darkness, a plight of being a varient of the normal stock but not an unpleasant distinction. It made growing up a touch tough at times but she did encounter another "shiny" early on when she was in her middle evolutions. And tonight she dreamed of another like absol, pink and fruitful to her nether's desperate needs. Her body was aching just considering him once more.

Shaking her head, she pushed herself to her feet and focused on the tiny bundles of flames she could create. Mystic Fire was principle to being used as an attack move, of course, but with practice it was equal to a cantrip with some patient use of like powers. And when she used it together with Psychic she could do marvels few would believe a delphox could. But for now all she asked of herself and talents was to light the bundles of spiced and prepared wood to hold the fire and not be consumed as the psychic ornamentation and seasonings didn't let the heat damage the bundle of sticks.

"I need to get laid." she muttered half heartedly to herself, the syrup of lust in her voice doubling her usual sultry tones that always spoke of some tease or temptation even when asking a glass of water from the tavern owner. She'd settled outside Osten Wood Village for the winter and had made herself a den within easy walking distance not to impose upon the tiny town's limited housing. Crawling through the steep and shallow entrance she crossed her arms and looked over the thin valley she'd set her sights on to see how it would look come the fresh melt of snow. She was not disappointed as the plains were blooming with fresh plants and the frolic of many pokemon seeking the bounty such a haven would provide from berry, bush or eachother. 'Twas nature, afterall.

"I wonder if the absol of my dreams will come to the Guild..." she wondered, a hoothoot looking boldly at her hooters to which she looked up and only winked at them. The dear caught the notice and went wide eyed before falling off the branch backwards and showing itself as a 'her' much to the phox's frown and sigh as she looked back towards the long worn trail that headed to town. "Only way to know is to go, it seems."

Then the rank scent of her den soaked in her musks and need rose after her finally, blinking a few times as she bundled her nose and wafted some of it away so she didn't over-excite herself with her own need further. "... after a quick dip and sprucing up it seems!"