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Phox & Folly

Contents: Pokemon, Mystery Dungeon, Delphox, Nickit, MILF, Anal, Ruined Orgasm, Dominance, Femdom, Paralysis, Turnabout, Threats of Bodily Harm, Bounty Hunting, Collaring

She lay back, expectantly, as his pawpads pressed into a wooden floor of her bedchambers for the evening. The white middle of her furred dress was partly drawn away and the scent of her radiated into the room either by her sheer want for the smaller vulpine or her blessings as a fire type. Likely both. Balin's eyes swam as he took the temptress in, having watched her hips sway through the dining hall just above his eye line and easily caught his attention just as the bulbed bouncing tail the nickit bore caught hers.

Hips broad and aged as she'd teased a few with her growing lineage, a bust that was barely tucked under the silver flaps that he swore were trimmed higher than any other delphox he'd seen- a rarity these days- and he saw the edges of her ass peek out from the violet gown her shiny coat bore. A sight for his eyes, barely a word spoken between them past a room number and the swaying steps she took to make very certain he heard her and could see the droplets of her intentions trailing after her. The shuddering exhale was barely a nod to the throbbing his sheath was making at the clear cut offer.

"Come, come." Heratsu's calm, softened voice called with her beckoning hand. Two taps on the edge of the bed and an uncrossing of her ankles wafted a fresh streak of heat soaked scents towards the younger male's nose and drained him of the consideration to say no. "I've heard quite a lot around town about you for one so small, Balin. Seems you've a reputation for being a wonderful thief of the night if the daycare is any indication..."

Her words were framed with a telling smile, heartfelt and necessary but not missing a drop of longing as he was 'found out' quite nicely; hips rocking upward as her body acted against her disposition. Inhaling deeply, taking her in as he could, the silver fox drank in her fresh warmth with each step closer until his curious, confident gaze looked up and around the white length of fur that ran right between her legs.

"Are you hoping I'll steal into your bedchambers another time and satisfy this itch, Madam Heratsu?" he asked, smirking at the end as calling her name brought a wrinkle to her eye and a questioning gaze. "I'd expect a lady called a gypsy and soothsayer like yourself wouldn't be true stranger even here. Or, as you call yourself with pride, a travelling merchant."

"Then that means I don't have to explain myself since you already know what I intend to take of yours." she answered his bluster, batting her eyes as her knees framed about his head then tightened. The white strip of her gown was drawn fully away, heat warmed folds spreading widely before his nose and then flexing back as her body told of its needs. His back slipped up and forward, his chest pressing along her thighs until it rested atop her belly.

"Oh you won't be taking anything, Madam, because it was mine to give and give to you until dawn comes. As will you, until you find a night's rest thrust upon you." Bilen snapped back as his hips thrust forward and the scarlet, dripping tip of his length pressed up and across her slit. Her body clenched, arms and legs locked as the shudder ran up her spine and into a meek, pitiable noise that he sneered at.

Rut on rut he pressed against her, breathing in her quiet enjoyment of his shaft becoming full and heavy atop her. And the reason he was so well known was all the clearer as it throbbed against her clit- he was as endowed as a thievul yet half the size. The tip would have barely dangled between his front legs were he not pressed down atop her, watching her expression shift with mixed curiosity, a question or two and the clear ache to spread herself wider and relieve the itch he was just barely scratching.

He loved it when he found a 'powerful' woman in this position, it just made the exchange the sweeter when the tiny male surpassed their wildest fantasies. Rocking his hips back then forward, feeling the spread of her pussy give way to his tip he pressed in hard without warning. Her depths quaked around him, a clear climax from just the thrust inside but the rest of her didn't waver from her controlled, stoic calm. False bravado before her inevitable slip into a hungry slut like the rest, Balin reasoned. Chest heaving, the dangling peaks of her breasts shuddered with her breathing but her face was placid save a shallow bite of her lower lip.

She had never once looked away from his eyes even as his attention was drawn elsewhere. Arms crossing the nickit's back, the delphox held him tightly against her even as he tried to pull back and plow onward unimpeded. Instead her thighs gripped his petit body and a pale blue circle surrounded her iris. While she knew he was a dark-type, shifty and immune to her actual psychic powers, the rest of the room was not so fortunate.

"You certainly are as surprising as they say." she whispered, stroking along his back and petting downward. Her claws fanned through his pelt, feeling his muscles tense then relax as he tried to wiggle and reposition to thrust once more futilely. "I do so love the confident types. But if you're to be a capable sire to my nextborn you're going to need to prove you're better than those mere rumors make you out to be, deary."

His ears flattened with his tail, her claws and hands cupping around his tail then pulling the broadened section out from the trap her legs made against his back half. Forced up with her grip he pulled his back legs onto the bed, standing above her partly then lifted his chin to scoff at her challenge. His length pulsed as it was pulled free of her nethers, pointed towards the floor while her nectar dripped and ran in wide trails down its red flesh before he squatted down and ran it across her with shallow thrusts.

"I'll make certain word of me spreads further than I'll get your legs spread this evening, Madam. I'll be the best you've ever had." Balin threatened, teeth sneering out and growling his last words to an amused wrinkle of her eyes and a broadened smirk dressed the delphox's lips. Which was quickly broken as they widened around a moan as his forepaws planted and the angle of his soaked tip slid inside a hole she hadn't expected.

Her pucker clenched around him, almost too tight for his first thrust to sink in more than a pair of inches before the flutter of her chest let him put his weight into the motion and press in to full. Rumors of Heratsu's personal tastes weren't hard to come by for a practiced lover like the silver fox but his want to seed her, to breed her was causing his sack to clench from the heat of her insides alone. Reaching upward his lips surrounded one of the jiggling orbs of her chest and pulled it into the chill, wet touch of his tongue. It took a few passes to expose the nub hidden amongst the fur of her bust but when his tongue finally swirled around it he was rewarded with a powerful clench against his length.

His hips plowed into her from tip to base, feeling her have to adjust to his angle and pull herself up when her hands pulled his hips down to fill her more. Resting the budding knot against the desperate hole, shallow thrust upon thrust pressed against the delphox and the gush of her nethers coated his belly then spread down to slicken his rod as he rode her hard. The dainty splash of something just cooler than his cock pulled his eyes back, the small cup of clear oil being drawn away and out of view left him gawking for a second before his teeth pressed against her other breast.

A firm, controlling bite, mostly for her meddling, growled from him as her voice did the opposite and shook the bedding around them. Slick oil surrounded him, pressing inside her steadily as the lubricant trickled down and soaked her hole before it was forced inside her with wet squelches. Heratsu was getting exactly what she wanted, a rough plowing by a capable lover even as his roughness with her chest wasn't exactly helping her quivering folds get her first actual, full climax.

"Ruff, ruff, little puppy." she chided him before she let her head fall back onto the pillows and pant eagerly to his renewed, eager thrusting. The knot was battering at her stretched tailhole, insides a delight as his canine length pushed powerfully against her most tender spots; pussy lips shuddering as his size pushed them up before the pre spurting tip ground at her nether walls from the other side. Deep set flexes clenched at nothing when her folds found they were not the real source of her pleasure, spirals of white forced into her vision with a tail desperately thrashing under her dress against the bed.

Balin's thrusts were growing agonizingly quick yet shallow, crushing her anal walls before the sudden pop of his member threw her spine back and hips low as they tried to escape the finality she felt coming. And he certainly was, feeling his bud of a sack against her cheeks clenching as he unloaded inside her and panting as his mouth had lost the bite in favor of giving her his full knot finally. Swollen, shuddering pulses of his creamy seed pulsed inside her and were lost to the warmth her species was known for but she was pleased all the same even as a trickle of clear need fell free of her and joined the remaining lube strewn across his belly and between her thighs.

Curled claws slide up and down, petting his back as his hips tried to give way unexpectedly even as his weight was pressed into her bosom and their eyes met. It was hard for him to read it around his unexpected exhaustion but the pleased, gracious look her eyes had made the toothy smile underneath all the more unnerving. Her insides still clenched around him, hungry and craving more but something was sapping him. Leeching him of the vigor he was rumored to have. Confidence he might have but even it was tested once he felt her weight shift forward and above him with his knot still lodged deeply inside.

"My, my... seems I was correct in expecting you to be so bold as to knot me with such a tiny jeer." she spoke atop him, his back flat against the floor and his face shrouded in the breasts he assaulted. Her hips pressed down, spreading his legs apart and grinding the noticeably tender knot in deeper then back as she rode it in shallow, intensifying thrusts. Only then did he finally notice the blue glow's target- the wand poking free of an innocent looking bag. "And again for needing this for one so feisty as you..."

Paralyzed by some trinket from a dungeon or custom crafted by the witch-fox, the nickit gulped as his exhaustion spread swifter and every untouched nerve flared up twice over. Which was solely his shaft and knot buried inside her. Even after his climax he felt another building, forcing him erect within her as a firm press down against his chest and pull up from her hips pulled his knot and every inch of his length free of her and to the nerve wracking chill of the room. Pulsing, tip spilling the last droplets of the seed he'd hoped would be next for the slit that towered over him, he only stared at her in pent up frustration as his legs fell limply to each side of him.

"Now then, as much as that was pleasant it wasn't satisfying. Even knowing one of my preferences, a weak spot, you couldn't keep your word. But I most certainly will keep mine..." she acknowledged, folding down to her knees and looking up his stricken form. Her warm lips wrapped around the tip, pulling the seed from him with a small, appreciate gulp before she lifted her mouth free. "The bounty on your pelt will help a new investment of mine to say the least. And lucky for me it only requires a part of you to claim it. It's such a rare, lovely silver pelt too..."

He tried to open his mouth to scream but his tongue only dangled out lifelessly and unable to do more than mutter a croaked breath. After she stood and went outside his view, the rummaging noises warning of some type of metal, did he try desperately to move again. Mrs. Pathan wasn't serious about taking his... his... his...

The scissor's cold edge brought his eyes back down to his shaft, feeling them underneath his knot as the cruel vixen rested her head up on a hand as she lay next to him. He could smell her still, the once mild heat clearly spread thicker, more needy to draw him in now that she'd fully detached the woven inner white fur that would normally reach only a delphox's hips but hers dangled at her hindpaws. A wrinkle of pressure from the vice underneath his length drew his eyes desperately to her face that looked distant, unnervingly uninterested in what was going on.

"You know... I would hate to see such assets truly go to waste over a personal vendetta- even for a close friend." the fire-type mused, shifting the angle to the sides and lighting his nerves on fire. A gush of pre betrayed his toxified lusts, huffing and panting the heat soaked air even as she mused aloud. "Adellia may just have been simply upset, assuming you knew where her dearest has ran off to. But as I always warned her, Esyia would leave home by herself one day regardless... and here we sit. You and I, little and well endowed dark-type, without her precious popsicle anywhere to be seen. And since you haven't left town in nearly a month... she hasn't been here. But a bounty is a bounty..."

The scissors closed, tucked back and away as she drew them back and shut without injuring his flesh. The relief met release as his shallow, panicked orgasm weakly trickled down from the tip and trailed down towards his fur before it was scooped up by her tongue. A second spasm ran through him once he felt her tasting his seed and tracing each of the split trickles back to the tip then lavish it with an almost apologetic kiss. It didn't keep his heart from beating hard, whining as best he could before her muzzle sank down and just covered him entirely in the fiery hot maw all fire types were known for.

If he wasn't coming off the heels of a ruined climax he would certainly have lost it again there, trying desperately to move or pull away from the increasing tenderness she was forcing upon him. Pulling herself back and away, a satisfied and suspiciously aroused sigh passed out of her. Clearly her eyes were hazy, Heratsu enjoying the empowerment of playing with someone as clear cut and honest as him compared to the many that claimed to be confident men whom she... broke. Easily. Many eagerly. But someone with actual fire caving to her was a rarity she was indulging in even if a bit unfairly.

"And quite delicious too... I wonder if I should keep you, then. Bring you to Adellia all the same but whole rather than missing this length. I may actually be developing a fetish for dark types in my old age, honestly..."

If he could have nodded he would have done so desperately, the wavering in his gaze at the mad witch more than enough for her to run her fingers up his belly. Scritching up under his chin then finally between the blue streaked edges of his ears, she pressed his face down flat and closed his silly looking mouth. The pale blue light he saw earlier returned, surrounding the scissors and lifting them well and far away from his lap as she raked down his chest and pulled him onto his side.

The clench of her backside caught her notice finally, unknowingly wagging her tail at the thoughts and plans she was having. A black studded band came within view of his limited sight, her nod the only indication of what it was before he felt it lock around his neck. Solid, unearthly in weight, he was held down against the bare floor as he felt his jaw flex and twitch.

"Be my toy and the collar around your neck will be removed after I escort you to Adellia's estate and clear your name myself. Otherwise when she comes to hunt you down you'll have no chance of escaping her speed with it on." she warned, tone as firm as his still throbbing length. Grasping it in her claws as she lifted her head from her cocked arm, she gave him a painfully slow, cum slicked stroke that he whined out against in broken, hoarse tones. Feeling his voice try to return he tried to speak but she silenced him with a still wet claw. "Do this and I'll give you the chance to keep your promise to give me the best breeding of my life, dear Balin. Even if it takes you a number of years to achieve that..."

Outfoxed by another fox all he could do was nod, kissing at her finger as he did so. Seems she was willing to continue to play a game he could only hope to understand... and she was clearly playing for keeps. Odds he wasn't exactly willing to bet against right here and now as her paw ran against his fatigued maleness. But her eagerness caught him like the collar around his neck... and he'd slip free of it in due time, put her in her place. But it seems rumors of her interesting nature and deals were not made up fantasies, either, as he bucked his hips weakly at her strokes while his orgasm felt a distant, painful rumor.

"I take it this is a formal offer, Mrs. Heratsu?" he asked dryly. "Because you certainly have a decadent poker face when threatening to remove someone's cock from their body."

"Indeed." she nodded, curling until her nose rested against his. "Afterall, if I can collect everything I want in one pass then why shouldn't I try? You might actually be a better lay than the rumors say in the end. Well, my end next time."

His small yellow eyes rolled in their sockets, shaking his head and nuzzling his nose against hers in the same motion. Regret seeped into him as her joke almost hurt him but his chest heaved in silent laughter all the same. That's probably why it hurt.

"Next time, just tie me up instead of paralyzing me, you crazy witch."