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There are few simple pleasures in life similar to heading home after a long day. The sight of my home and the thought of finally being able to sit down and relax carried me all the way to the door even whilst feeling like I had no energy left, and I took the keys out of my bag. Even before turning them in the lock, I rested my forehead on the door, sighing deeply. Can't wait to take a nice shower after all this.

But the key couldn't turn. I raised an eyebrow. I was pretty sure I had locked the door the morning, yet it seemed to be open. A turn on the knob confirmed that yes, indeed, the door was open, and I stepped in carefully, wary of any possible intrusion; the lock or door didn't show any sign that someone had forced their way in, but I was still careful as I poked my head in... Nobody in the entrance corridor. I stepped in fully, closed the door as discreetly as I could and walked all the way to the living room...

...Where, sitting on the couch, a massive Zoroark, very familiar to me in his size and appearance, stared at me as I had a sudden movement of fear. The looming presence, oversized for my couch, had certainly surprised me when it appeared in my field of vision and it took a moment of fumbling before I realized who that was, and what that really meant. He raised an eyebrow, almost annoyed at my surprise.

"M... Master? What are you doing here? How did you even get in?"

"You're my pet. I'll invite myself in whenever I want," he replied while spinning a key around his claw to answer the second question; a spare key, which I vaguely remembered giving him in one of the many hypnotized states he had put me under.

The assertive and confident tone he took, which he would always take with me, made it impossible for me to retort anything. At least, I knew nothing would've come from questioning him and I simply nodded, relaxing now after the shock of someone suddenly appearing in my couch when I wasn't expecting them. I put my bag down and removed my jacket, keeping a side-eye on the Zoroark who was still looking at me, with a glint of impatience and eagerness.

"Did you miss my company?" I asked with a little smile, to which he simply groaned.

"I thought we could... watch the TV together," he replied, staring at the TV, which was off at that moment. The scratched-up remote next to him made it pretty obvious that he had tried and failed to get it to work.

"Watch _the_TV?" was probably not what I should've replied, as the Zoroark shot me a dark look, which my restrained giggling did not help assuage. "I'm sorry! I appreciate the gesture."

And a moment later, I hopped my way up to him, in time enough for him not to be mad. I scooted close, pressing up against the side of his body and looking up at him with puppy eyes, as he let out a little grunt and wrapped his left arm around me, squeezing me to him and my face to his chest in a possessive gesture. There was definitely cuteness to the gruff and dominant nature of Reyes when he was trying to have casual, small moments with me. I was almost certain that, just like every other time, it would devolve into more lewd hijinks, but his trying to adapt to a more reasonable lifestyle after being a feral Zoroark for so long made him adorable and appealing in his own way. Plus, more than just the horny beast he could be, he had this loving and possessive side that just made me want to melt against him.

I managed to grab the remote after leaning over his lap for a bit, at which moment I looked down, noticing, surprisingly enough, for the first time, his massive parts between his spread legs. I blushed and tried not to show it, simply leaning back to his left side and turning on the TV... But definitely wondering if he had freeballed his way over to my house. Which would be both a little worrying and also hilarious. I looked around the room and, sure enough, found his very large pants just lying on the ground; so that was a relief, knowing everyone in the neighborhood hadn't just seen a massive naked Zoroark enter my room, and that the cops weren't on their way. However, it didn't solve the problem of me being incredibly conscious of his nudity and the arousal that triggered, the Pavlovian reflex I had acquired after spending so much time with him and being his little slave for so long; just being around him already turned me into an obedient pet, albeit sometimes bratty, but ready to obey to anything. And having direct view of his plushy sheathe made it hard to focus on the TV.

I suppose my body language must've made it obvious; perhaps I leaned forward a little more, or perhaps he just looked at me and saw what my eyes were pointed at. Whatever the case was, I felt his hand moving up to my upper back and slightly pushing me forward.

My ears perked up as I noticed this and had to lean forward a little more. I looked up to Reyes' face, but he was watching whatever was on TV. He seemed unperturbed, and I tried to move back a little to readjust myself, but that was only met with a little growl and further pushing. What was an attempt at moving back ended with me leaning forward over his lap. I thought about asking what he was doing, but I was pretty sure I knew. This was almost a reflex for him... He didn't seem to pay much attention to me as his hand moved up to the back of my head, and with one little shove - not so much a forceful one, mind you, but an automatic one -, my body was fully leaned down and my face against the Zoroark's sheathe.

I let out a little whimper, his scent almost instantly hitting my nose and snaking its way into my mind. Reyes' large hand was firmly grasping the back of my head and pushing down, just enough that he knew I wouldn't be able to go anywhere. I was only able to whine out a muffled "m-master..." before he spread his legs some more and pushed down, forcing his thick, plushy sheathe inside my maw... I was thoroughly silenced by this, and frankly, was already beginning to give in. I moved my free hand to the Zoroark's massive sack, fondling it while I accepted my fate and suckled at this fat sheathe, enjoying these moments where I got to taste my master while not having to worry about gagging. He pushed my face down harder into his crotch while he grinded his hips up, giving little thrusts that served to coax his length out. I readjusted myself on the couch, lying on my side above the Zoroark's lap while wiggling my head left to right...

This felt so... so right. Maybe it was just his scent getting to me, but I had accepted this so fast, and was already thoroughly enjoying nursing at his sheathe and feeling his warm length slide out onto my tongue, thick and throbbing already. I was just keeping my head down, and when I tried to bob up and down, was only met with Reyes' hand, pushing me down insistently and preventing me from moving at all.

Soon enough, my maw was pretty full with the thick meat that kept on growing and growing, pushing into my throat at an alarming speed. The stretch made me gag pretty quickly, but I couldn't move. Reyes' grip tightened and he even grinded his hips against my maw, as more and more cock slid into my throat; I relaxed the best I could, gripped at his large thighs and just swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, almost intimidated at just how many inches were endlessly pushing down into my throat. Soon enough, I felt his knot inflate inside his sheathe, and I tried to move up, but the Zoroark made sure that was in my mouth too. And so, while gagging and coughing still from just how absurdly big he was, I had to feel his sheathe slowly pull back over his knot until it was in there too, bulging out my cheeks.

At this point, I was shivering uncontrollably. His powerful grip made me feel helpless as always, forcing me to gag around his length while trying to suckle on his knot. With all this coughing, saliva had inevitably oozed down onto his crotch, and it was just... just too much. I tapped on the Zoroark's thigh, hoping to get a response; but he just pushed harder, making me cough again. My whole throat was clenching down around him in my attempts to relax and I felt his sack tense up against my cheek, a warm jet of pre filling up my stomach. I tapped once more, more and more hopeless... And to my surprise, with a growl, Reyes actually pulled out, yanking his half-inflated knot out and sliding his entire cock out of my maw my tugging my hair back roughly. I gasped as his monstrous length finally exited my poor body, slick with saliva and oozing with pre mere seconds after he had pulled out.

"M-master, I'm sorry, I... i-it's too much..."

"Too much? You're saying you can't even take your master's cock anymore?"

"N-no! I can, I just... n-need a little time..."

"_Wasting time_is not why I wanted you here."

My sight was still a little hazy after swallowing so much cock and inhaling so much of his musk. I felt his claw opening my maw, pushing down on my tongue as I noticed a vial of some sort of bright pink potion in his other hand. Before I had time to ask, he had shoved the tip of the vial in my maw and was pouring the liquid in. I coughed a little in surprise and some of it oozed down my chin, the sight of which made him grab my muzzle and clamp it shut around the glass.

"Swallow. It'll help you be a better cocksleeve."

Recovering both from the surprise of swallowing a peach-flavored potion, and the surprise that he hadn't just hypnotized my mind into oblivion, I chugged down the entire vial. A wave of intense warmth traversed my body and gave me a strong, sharp headache for several seconds before I was even done swallowing; then I felt my limbs tingle, all my muscles tense up... And then relax. The headache was gone by the last drop, and I felt like I was on a little, warm cloud. I looked up into my master's eyes with an expression of dumb and confused bliss.

"M-master? What did you give me...? It feels... It feels great..."

He couldn't help but smile at the sight of his pet with little stars in his eyes and he leaned his head down, pressing his lips to mine in a deep, but short kiss. His low murr almost made my own body vibrate as he moved his hand over to the back of my head once more and nudged it down.

"Swallow my cock again, pet. You'll understand soon enough."

I didn't even feel nervousness as I opened my maw around the Zoroark's tip, and went down, down... His length slid with incredible ease inside my throat, every inch being swallowed and sucked on; then my lips kissed his knot, and with a harsh push, he shoved that in as well, not wasting a single second. Only when my maw was pushed up against his crotch, only when my face was buried in his fuzz and his sack resting against my left cheek, did I realize I wasn't gagging in the slightest.

Despite the monstrous zorr dick that had been shoved less-than-softly inside me, I didn't feel the slightest bit of those uncomfortable reflexes that usually made the act so difficult; I could just enjoy his taste, his warmth, his size. Realizing what kind of freedom that was giving me, I whimpered a little loudly, overjoyed and aroused to a craze, wiggling my head back and forth and nursing at his cock with loud, sloppy noises. I felt the Zoroark groan above me and he pushed me hard, grinding his crotch against my maw with every bit of strength he had, his length pulsating wildly.

"What a difference... I've rarely, if ever, felt you nurse at me like this."

The Zoroark humped and swung his hips at my face with short little motions, not being able to move much, what with his fat knot tied to my maw and all; but he was incredibly eager, and for once I didn't have to worry about him being too feral, as I felt like I could take anything that he wanted to dish out. More than just simply taking it, it allowed me to enjoy every second, to really focus on working at my master's cock, to suckle loudly, to swallow constantly, to tug at his huge knot with every suck. Soon enough, he yanked his knot right out of my tight maw, growling from the burst of pleasure that gave him; and he shoved it right back in, making me whimper in the process. He repeated that motion over, and over, the loud plops of his knot slipping out of my wet maw, flinging saliva on his fuzz, filling the room, his strong grip ensuring my head couldn't move while his hips did all the work. His claws were digging into my head as he knot-fucked me hard and fast for a moment, before shoving it in one last time with a sigh of relief and keeping me there. Despite the potion, I was seeing stars from being handled so roughly. His length was throbbing so much that I could feel it bulging my throat, and I thought he was going to cum for a moment, but he didn't; instead, I felt something cold and hard against my rear, and with one easy motion, Reyes had slipped his claw inside my hole.

That unexpected sensation made me squirm more than I care to admit and I whined loudly, squeezing my legs together, my whole body reacting as I moved back to grind my rear against his hand. With all these desperate puppy noises, Reyes gave a harsh thrust against my face and shoved me down with his free hand.

"Not so loud. Keep preparing my cock..."

Preparing...? With his thick claw currently fingering me fast and deep, and the way he kept me nursing his cock, I had an inkling of what was to come... And it only made me more eager to continue, keeping pace with his hand, nursing at a similar rhythm, really squishing my maw against his sheathe below his knot. I was doing everything I could to please him, which got a few loud grunts out of him. I was doing my best to focus while he thrust his claw back and forth inside me, giving me an amount of pleasure I didn't think was possible with simple fingering. The potion must've been the cause, as I, again, didn't feel a single bit of pain or discomfort. Just the pure bliss, both physical and mental, of having my master inside me.

When I moved my head back to tug at his knot harshly, and repeated that motion several times, pushing and pulling to stimulate that fat piece of zorr meat as much as I could, it seemed like that was Reyes' limit; he grabbed my head, yanked his knot out, and rapidly slid his length out... I saw him grit his teeth as a single spurt of cum came out of his length, landing on his chest, massive and thick, his throbbing wild and powerful. But no more came out and he eventually relaxed, still holding my head like one holds a toy after using it.

"That was close, pet..." he began, but then noticed my look and my wagging tail as I stared at this trail of cum. "Mmmh... How about you clean me up, mh?"

With his powerful grip, he brought me to his chest. Whimpering, in absolutely no state to even reply anything, I simply obeyed, dragging my tongue across the Zoroark's fur; his chest first, lapping up the trail of cum that he had just shot, bigger in one single spurt than most people cum in their entire orgasm, drinking down every drop. The taste, as with everything in Reyes, was addictive, and got my mind spinning with aroused thoughts as I worked down his body. I moved down onto the ground for ease while licking down to his belly, and then reaching his cock, which wasn't at that edge anymore, having cleaned him up completely.

Taking his chance, that's when Reyes' grip tightened on my head and he pushed me down to his sack. Absolutely enormous, heavy as hell, his sweet, strong scent drilling into my mind.

"Worship them while I take a break. Show me how much you want your master before I breed you like a toy."

He didn't even have to ask. I had already started to worship his fat orbs, which he was keeping me against; pushing my snout between them, taking whiffs of a scent that was already intoxicating before, and positively corrupting now. I couldn't get enough of having my face stuffed in his warmth, and it took me a moment before I finally started to work my tongue on them. With their size, it took a bit to fully cover them with kisses and licks, but I had an infinite reserve of lust and hunger by that point. I worshipped them like they were all I lived for, dragging my tongue across every possible spot, kissing everywhere, sometimes whispering little, submissive "I love you, master~"s from my lewd position, hands on the ground between my legs. He simply grinned down at me, petting my head, his cock towering over my head while I took all my time to taste his monstrously huge balls. All I could think about was to feel these monsters slapping against me, either my face or rear, anywhere, just to feel their weight, to feel master's dominance on me... I whimpered at these thoughts, giving long kisses which almost resembled suckles, thoroughly coating them with saliva from my licks...

Reyes stopped me suddenly by squeezing his thighs around my face. In an instant, my head was stuffed between them and against his nuts, and I whimpered loudly, his strength and size meaning I was thoroughly crushed.

"Now now, little pet... When I release you, you're going to climb up onto that couch, on your knees, and lift your tail for me. Then I'm going to breed you until you're full of my kits, and breed you again, and again, and make you so full you'll look like a pregnant little slut."

It wasn't even a question. He knew I was going to obey, and he was simply announcing my fate. When his thighs parted from my face, there was no question as to what I was going to do. As if possessed, I brought my shaky body up onto the couch as my master stood up, towering over my small frame, stroking himself slowly in anticipation. The couch offered the height he needed, where when he kneeled on the ground and I did the same on the sofa, his heavy, saliva-coated, pulsating length flopped on top of my rear. My hands were on the back of the couch and allowed me to straighten up a little, mind going a little blank with all this lust.

"Oh g-god... Master..."

I wasn't even sure what kind of emotions those words were meant to convey, but the Zoroark was not of a temperament to wait. Wrapping his left hand around my whole midsection and grabbing his cock with the other, he pushed his tip against my hole... I grit my teeth and clawed at the couch, expecting the stretch to be too much.

But what awaited me was an_explosion_ of pleasure. There was no other way to describe it. It was almost as if everything went dark for a second, or rather, everything went bright white; the massive Zoroark had shoved himself in in a single thrust, every inch, spearing my body onto his dick mercilessly and leaving only his inflated knot to push at my hole. He thoroughly knocked the wind out of me, and I gasped, all this bliss suddenly catching up to my body like a blast of lightning and I arched my back, a loud, long whimper streaming out of my maw... As my body, driven out of control, was pushed into an extremely intense and unexpected orgasm. Cum had started shooting out of my own length, which had been rock hard for a long time, and was coating the couch in droves of the thick liquid.

Reyes growled loudly and grinded his knot against my hole, noticing in an instant what was happening, and the actual power of the potion he gave me. Relentless, almost cruel, he made me bounce on his cock, giving short and deep thrusts to push and grind at my prostate. Tears gathered in my eyes from this unbearable pleasure as rope after rope of cum shot onto the pillows, far more than I thought I could actually produce. The large male was driving me to just keep orgasming, dragging out this moment of bliss as much as he could by using my body like a mere cocksleeve; and frankly, with the size difference, I might as well have been.

"Ma...master, please...! I c... I can't...!!"

"Silence. Keep cumming for your master," he ordered, shoving two of his free fingers into my mouth, reducing my pleading to mere muffled whimpers.

The sounds were dizzying, filling the room with slaps and loud squelching, as the Zoroark was pumping me full of pre, allowing him to plow at my poor rear as hard as he wanted. He pushed his fingers deep in my maw until they slipped inside my throat, and my body tensed up reflexively; I was paralyzed and stunned, my body forced back and forth roughly. I hadn't even noticed my orgasm had faded and eventually ended, as pleasure seemed to remain at its peak... Frankly, I felt like I was losing my mind. Even without hypnosis, he was managing to completely break me and reduce me to nothing more than a fleshlight for his enormous Zoroark cock, having me arch my back just so he could look down at my face and grin, seeing how broken I already was.

The constant slaps of his knot were now followed by the gulping noises I made around his claws. Pleased by those sounds, the Zoroark removed his fingers, and in an instant they were replaced by his maw, and his tongue. I opened my eyes wide, the feeling of my master's deep smooches always getting quite a reaction out of me, even in my current state. His fat tongue slithered its way in my maw, and then easily down my throat, pushing as deep as he could. With the potion, I was just able to enjoy that sensation, or at least try to, while I did my best to keep my mind together ; mercilessly fucked in one end, and kissed messily on the other. Globs and strings of pre oozing everywhere in one end, and saliva dripping down my neck on the other... With one hand around my body and the other around my neck, the Zoroark was free to pound and pound away at my rear, not even allowing my body to rock back and forth, holding me steady while he kissed me possessively and bred my rear like no one else could.

There was only so much humping a nearly feral Zoroark could do before he was craving a good tie. I could already tell he was grinding his knot insistently against my tight hole, stopping after every thrust to push and roll his hips, intent on thoroughly knotting me. I moaned loudly at this realization and my master simply silenced me, shoving his tongue deeper and forcing me to swallow around it, turning those moans into sloppy gurgles. He squeezed my throat slightly, moving his body forward so that he could put more strength behind his pushes. I felt my body convulse, all of my sweet spots being pushed and over-stimulated, my own length starting to pulsate all over again; then I opened my eyes wide, realizing what that meant, and started to squirm in my master's grasp, uselessly.

However, with all the focus he required to try and tie his absurdly tight pet, Reyes pulled out from the kiss, although still holding me. I lifted my head and started to beg, my voice broken, slutty, shaking...

"M...master, wait...! If...if you knot me I...I'm..."

But he wasn't listening. He had fully stopped thrusting and was pushing, pushing, pushing, my hole stretching more and more as he angrily grinded his hips. I gasped, trembling, amazed at the complete lack of pain, my head starting to spin.

"Wait... Wait...! P-please, you're going to m-make me cum ag-"

With a loud, sloppy schlk, my master's knot was finally buried inside me, his enormous balls slamming against my rear, thighs and my own balls with a heavy slap. I howled out, yet another shock of pleasure running through my body. There was no controlling these sensations, and no controlling the second orgasm that burst forth from my cock, swollen and throbbing, my balls sagging against those of Reyes while the pillows got another fresh coat of paint. He groaned loudly, the sensation of his pet's tight, albeit ruined hole pushing him to spurt more and more precum...

I felt Reyes' hand move over from my neck to the back of my head, and he shoved me down with little to no effort. I gasped, unable to move my body in any meaningful way as I was paralyzed by the shock of this second orgasm, my master's fat knot having proven too much for my little body. Relentless as always, my master started to give short and quick humps, not quite trying to tug his knot out of me, but making me feel every throbbing inch that he had buried in my poor body, forming quite a bulge on my belly. Those tore yet another howl of pleasure out of me and I convulsed a little, as the Zoroark chuckled, letting his hefty sack plap against my rear and thighs over and over, taking quite a bit of pleasure in breaking his pet. The room was filling with the scent of my own cum as I wasn't allowed to stop for a while, the addictive sensation of being tied to such an absurdly massive knot being the only thing that kept my brain going at that moment.

"Twice now that you've orgasmed without my approval. I'll have to punish you for that, pup," Reyes said after it had finally ended and my length was left shooting blanks. "Now, beg. Your master isn't done."

"Ple... Please, master..." I managed to plead, my head still pinned against the back of the couch. "I love your k-knot, so much... I want more..."

Despite obviously obeying to his order, there was hardly a dishonest word in that begging... And thankfully, my master was not known for disappointing in that regard. Holding my body in place with his left hand, digging his claws into my belly, he pulled his hips back until his knot was yanked out of me with an even sloppier noise than when it slid inside. I twitched and a small shot of cum, remnants of my previous orgasm, spurted out of me from that sensation. That small cry of pleasure wasn't enough to stop him, and as soon as the thick, inflated, slick knot was out, it was shoved back in. And then yanked out again. In a matter of a dozen thrusts, my rear had been loosened enough that he was managing to thrust himself in and out with ease, lewd noises, louder than my whimpers, making my head spin.

"I can't... I can't...~!"

"You begged for this, little SLUT," he groaned, punctuating that last word with a firm knotting and a slap of his sack. "And soon, you'll take my kits as well."

I was drooling on the couch at this point, my head not even able to move as it was pinned down by my master's hand, and all I could do was lift my tail, spread my shaky, strength-less legs, and let my master slam his hips back and forth to knot-fuck me for what felt like hours. A massive beast like him craved this sort of stimulation that was very rarely possible to him, considering his size. Shoving his thick bulb in and out of a small prey like me was a luxury that the potion only made better for him, knowing he could fully give in, fully ravage his pet. And despite how overwhelmed I was, despite how submissiveness and fear mixed as I was faced once more with horniest feral beast I knew, I was positively entranced. With the complete lack of pain, everything he did was just bliss... There was always, still, that little twinge of fear that came with being the prey of a 7 feet tall Zoroark, but I knew I also could simply give in. The downside of that abandon was that I was losing myself completely. As the beast shoved his knot inside me over and over, making pleasure spike to absurd, unhealthy levels, short-circuiting my brain with bliss repeatedly for minutes, I was drooling on the couch, smiling a dumb, slutty smile, whimpering and howling like a pup. Feeling his balls, massive and heavy, slapping against my body, was a reminder of just how much cum he was going to fill me with, and in the meantime, I got to enjoy being his little personal cocksleeve.

Speaking of which, when he had said that soon I would take his kits... I hadn't realized that "soon", in Reyes language, meant not for another while. Not until he had had enough of thoroughly breeding my ass, not until I had milked his knot again and again. Only after hours in addled-luu-brain time did he start to throb harder and grit his teeth; the huge Zoroark stopped his knotting and moved his hand from my head to around my neck, holding me like a toy to make me bounce on his meat far harder than he had before. Getting the last bit of stimulation he needed, which was still quite a lot for my poor body, he speared me on his length, from tip to knot, over, and over, and over, getting his pre everywhere on the couch and even the ground. He looked down with a grin, seeing his length completely coated with his own pre, seeing me overflow with the same transparent liquid, while he gave full-length thrusts and slammed his knot on my poor ruined rear, before he decided he was close enough and shoved me with one last hump on his massively inflated knot, tying me one last time.

What followed was nothing short of a blast of cum inside my belly... I gasped, my breathing slightly altered from his grip around my neck, as I felt the absurd quantities he was pumping inside me. Throbbing so hard that I could feel, and even hear each pump inside me, his knot keeping it all inside. I opened my eyes wide, moving my hands to the Zoroark's - or at least a single one of them, the one around my neck - realizing just how much I was being filled. Reyes was groaning loudly and gritting his teeth, giving erratic, harsh humps, just to make sure I was thoroughly milking him.

"M-master...! Too... Too much! You're cumming t-too much...!"

"Shhh... You're going to take it all."

My belly swelled and I whined loudly, squirming in the Zoroark's strong grasp while I felt my body filling up like a small toy being used and soon to be broken. Despite how fat his knot was, inevitably, some of his thick cream started to ooze out of me and coat his fuzzy orbs, which at this point were sagging and churning against my rear and thighs. After the initial explosion of cum, his orgasm had reached a steady, albeit enormous stream...

And it kept going...

And going.

And going.

My belly was soon going to reach a size big enough to make me look pregnant and I shuddered, still held firmly between his paws. "Too much... T-too much, master..." I pleaded, to which he shushed me gently but dominantly. He came for minutes. Long enough to break me entirely. Eventually, I stopped fighting, simply staying in my master's hands with my arms limp as he held me up, still giving his quick little thrusts while pumping me full of cum, nearly to the breaking point. It kept going. On, and on... Each throb followed by another, all of them of absurd length. The white cream, of a scent much stronger than mine, had coated his balls almost entirely and had oozed down my thighs, sack and length; it had coated the couch and dripped down to a puddle on the ground, between the Zoroark's knees. It had also made a mess on his own legs, a mess that grew and grew, although most of it was pumped inside me.

At first, I didn't even notice that his orgasm was over, so broken was my mind. I was panting heavily, assuming the role of a mere toy. It was at this point that he wrapped his right hand around my neck and his other around my chest, my belly now too large to encompass with one of his hands, and forced me to straighten up. He had raised my torso and my head to I would look up at him, my length, somehow still erect, now pointing forward, bobbing up and down slightly as I met his gaze, somewhat. He was grinning, displaying a confident and dominant attitude as he watched me convulse in his grasp, my tongue out and my eyes half-lidded as I was too dumbed down by pure bliss to even comprehend what was happening.

"Felt good, pet, didn't it? You love being pregnant with your master's kits?"

"Yes... Yes... So much..." I replied, going on autopilot. Not much was going on in my brain at that point.

"But I'm sure you didn't forget I still have to punish you."

While holding me in this position, keeping my head back so I would stare at him and being held up by his hands - my back not quite touching him, but straight enough that I was kneeling more than I was on all fours -, his eyes, for the first time in this session, turned into spirals. I was too lust-drunk and broken to resist, and he drilled into my mind with ease; and frankly, not much had changed... Pure lust, mindless obedience, all things he had already earned in me by force... But what I didn't realize was the control over my body which he had now acquired. His voice sounded echo-y now that I could only see his purple spirals, my mouth half open.

"If you want to cum so bad, pet, then I will let you... Now cum."

I gasped, this newfound control of his making every cell in my body tense up and quiver with electricity; my balls sagged and churned as my breathing became fast and erratic, and with one loud grunt and a throb, I started to orgasm all over again... He didn't let me break eye contact, his left hand holding my neck to keep my head back while his right hand drifted down my body, my chest, my belly, down to my crotch... He teased my length with one of his long claws while thick jets of cum landed on the ruined, sperm-soaked couch, holding it up while grinning down at me. This sensation was foreign, and new, and indescribable. Like an exterior force was creating pleasure out of nowhere, and I felt this force affecting my body in so many ways, my balls churning, growing slightly as Reyes took control of my mind to an extreme degree, his suggestion being facilitated and enhanced both by the potion and the thorough breeding he had given me prior. And now, I just kept on throbbing, humping the air, humping his claw which he kept cupped on the underside of my length, giving me the slightest of stimulations while he watched me, and smiled...

Then the spurts faded, becoming smaller, and shorter...

And then, the spirals grew in brightness.

"More. Keep cumming."

Another wave of electricity. Another throb, my cock swelling and releasing a massive burst of a seconds-long, howl-inducing shot all over the couch. My legs were shaking so much that if he hadn't been holding me, I simply would've fallen down. "Master... Master, n-no more... I'm sorry..." I pleaded, uselessly, my words expressing fear and sorrow while my entire body contradicted them, screaming for more. My mind was scrambled and confused, lost in a haze of endless bliss.

"More. More..."

Long, absurdly long shots... I felt myself cum like I had never done before, the spurts reaching above and beyond the couch, staining the ground far beyond it. My arms were slack, hanging on each side of my body, all my strength being sapped by the spirals. He strengthened the hypnosis, driving every bit of resistance out of me, turning this torture, this unbearable sensation of endless orgasm into one I could not resist. He prodded and rewired every part he needed.

"You want to keep cumming. You _will_keep cumming."

"Too much... T... Too much..."

"Little pup wanted to orgasm without his master's permission, and now he will keep going. Cum."

Mid-orgasm, like an invisible force pushing my body to its limits, my cock swelled again and my balls sagged as Reyes made me shoot out an absurd amount, far bigger than the other throbs... This was punishment alright, punishment like only Reyes could dish out for disobeying him. Punishment that was more addiction and torture than an actual deterrent. He moved his claw back and forth along my length, slowly, keeping that slight stimulation going. Even if he had wanted to give more stimulation, and it was not his style to do so, there was no way he could move now, his knot firmly buried inside me, his length still pressing at every possible spot, throbbing lightly, keeping my rear tied to his crotch and my thighs hugging his sack. For what seemed like an eternity, I could only lose myself in his eyes, hearing his echoing words: "cum... keep going... keep cumming for master..." over and over, my body convulsing in a continuous orgasm which was driving me to the edge of madness, of complete abandon. I had lost all will to fight or resist and was simply giving in... It felt _so_good to give in... Feeling my length throb and throb, not realizing the absurdly big mess I was making as thick sperm kept shooting out of me, Reyes somehow taking so much magical control over me that he was keeping me productive enough to continue. Every now and again he would tease me by letting my orgasm end, giving me a small second to breathe before squeezing my neck and growling his order at me, to cum once more, and with an intensely pulsating cock, I would start all over again.

I lost track of how many times he had forced me to do this after a few minutes... Just like every single time I had been with my master, I lost track of time. With this newfound power of his, Reyes kept at this peak for so, so long. But there was only so much control he could have over my body before my strength failed me, and darkness overtook me, passing out gently in the arms of my master, the last words I heard before slipping into a deep sleep being those of his demands to keep orgasming, for him...

**

Gasp.

I opened my eyes suddenly, my chest rising with the sharp inhale I took, consciousness coming back to me after a god-knows-how-long sleep full of strange dreams. All of them focused on my master, whose control had eroded and then faded completely during my sleep. I was staring at the ceiling, and my whole body was sore... Although, not as sore as I expected. In fact, it wasn't all that bad with how much I had been used...

Or... wait, had it been real at all? I started a motion to sit up, until I realized the situation I was in. I was surprised it had taken me this long to realize, but Reyes was embracing me, and I was lying down against him, on top of his large body. Judging by his breathing, he must have been sleeping. But something was... off. I looked at the couch, the ground, myself, with as little movement as possible... No signs of the enormous mess I half remembered us making. Which was impossible, considering what few memories I had of my hypnotized state. I checked every inch of my visible fur, leaned my head slightly to the right to look at the ground... Clean. Spotless.

Confused was an understatement for how I was feeling. My master's presence confirmed some of my memories, but with how things had gone, I had no explanation for how things had been left so clean. My best guess was some Lizzy trickery, since Reyes seemed to have had one of her potions on himself already, or some sort of illusion work, but that was all I could guess. Even the musk that should have permeated the entire room was simply not here.

I tried to push on the Zoroark's hands, and thankfully for me, they had been simply resting on my body instead of grasping at me as they usually would. Very carefully, I pushed them to the side and managed to sit up, and scoot to the other side of the couch, in between his legs, stretching my arms and yawning a little. I hadn't been too worried about waking Reyes up, as he was one of the deepest sleepers I'd ever known, a fact that I had used to my advantage more than once. I turned my eyes to him, blushing just at the sight of him. The sheer size of his body was enough to make me flustered, but witnessing him sleeping, with his legs spread enough for me to fit in between there, offered me a sight I could not resist. His plushy sheathe and massive orbs, right there, while the beast was sleeping. They looked so huge and fuzzy, and warm, like I could just stuff my face in them and pass out happily. Or maybe I could even worship them while he slept...

I sighed at my own lewd thoughts but knew already that I couldn't resist. After all... Just one sniff wouldn't hurt... right...?

Making doubly sure that Reyes was asleep, I switched my plans from getting up and doing anything else, to enjoying my master's warmth for just a tad bit longer. I lowered myself, on all fours on the couch as I brought my head and muzzle all the way down to the Zoroark's fat nuts... Up close, they seemed even more massive than they actually were, and they were massive, but what truly hit me first was his scent. Despite everything, and despite being so apparently clean, Reyes' musk hit my brain like a truck, so much so that I almost gasped in surprise. As if pulled in by an invisible force, I had to bring my face right up against them. I stuffed my muzzle between the two orbs, giving into this sudden urge to just sniff them more, and more... Letting their size almost envelop my face completely while I lied down on my belly, letting out a soft whimper. Carefully, I partially wrapped my arms around each of the Zoroark's thighs, each larger than my head, while completely letting my head rest in between these fat orbs, taking big, long whiffs, each breath making me closer to just losing myself and forgetting I was supposed to be stealthy...

Until a spark of lucidity hit me and I lifted my head, just enough to get my nose out, and to look around me. Observing his face, Reyes' sleep seemed to have been stirred ever so slightly, but when I looked back down, the sight was just too much. His scent had already taken effect on me and I couldn't fully pull myself away. Settling for the next best thing, I dragged my tongue aaaaaall across the male's fat nuts, which sagged ever so slightly from that warm sensation. I licked once, and twice, and three times, watching the fuzz and skin gather on my tongue as I pushed it down insistently and dragged it up, all the way to the sheathe, which I would sometimes kiss on the way up. Then I brought these kisses down to the two orbs as well, small kisses, eager kisses, the devoted kisses of a loyal slut, desperate to worship their master. Then the kisses turned into suckles... Wholly forgetting the whole "trying to keep him asleep" bit, yet again. But this was too good. Reyes' musk hit my mind in waves, and every time I stopped to take bigger whiffs, to wiggle my face against them, I could feel myself slipping deeper into a lustful trance. I ended up suckling on as much of his balls as I could, pushing my maw against them, as if trying to engulf them completely, although the size made it impossible, and sucking away. Then pulling back to lick everywhere I could, far more desperately now, even panting slightly. I brought one paw to cup them and fondle them, to get a good feel of their weight, of their size, while kissing at them over and over...

Then I lifted my eyes, and with horror, realized that I wasn't alone anymore. Staring right back at me were the vividly colored eyes of my master, a small grin on his face as he seemed to have been awake for a little bit, enjoying my submissiveness and hungry worship.

"Well? Keep going."

I opened my maw as if to say something, but was paralyzed and speechless. I simply nodded, the intense shame of having been caught not so much acting as a deterrent as it was making me far, far more flustered. The Zoroark crossed his arms behind his head and murred as I lowered my head to continue my little work. Incredibly more self-conscious now, I kept on licking at the male's fat balls, coating every inch of them with a thin layer of saliva. I brought my hands back down to the couch instead of holding his orbs, lifting my eyes to look up at him with submissive puppy eyes, while kissing and suckling, not saying a word, simply being as subservient as I possibly could. The male met my gaze and chuckled a deep, growly chuckle, before moving his hand down to my head, and pushing me down, slowly, but insistently, until my muzzle was buried in between the two, and all I could do was whimper and take in his scent.

"Can't even sleep without my pet craving my balls... You're obsessed with them."

His hand kept me there, not even really pushing, exerting just the amount of dominance he needed to make sure my face wouldn't leave this warm, fuzzy spot. I clung unto his thighs, and when I felt his hand finally leave, I thought I would have a moment to take my breath.

But that was a short-lived hope, as I felt his two massive, powerful, fluffy thighs suddenly trap my face right where it was. I gasped as the male didn't waste any time crossing his legs together and squishing even harder, flexing his knees and bringing his thighs close, entrapping me completely. In an instant, shorter than my brain could comprehend, I had been put in a situation of no-return. Reyes kept on murring as he watched me squirm and push against his thighs helplessly, whimpering and trying to resist at first before the warmth, the scent, the proximity to his balls and the strength of his thighs, became simply too much to handle... My attempts to push and break free faded and I was left panting, huffing in between his legs while he rubbed his thighs together.

"Love these thighs so much too, don't you? Can't get enough of master, pet? Answer."

Reyes parted his thighs just enough for me to gasp and breathe, hot air rolling over the Zoroark's balls while I tried to gather my thoughts fast enough to reply.

"Y... Yes... Love... Master..."

"What did you do while I was asleep?"

"W...Worshipped master's balls..."

"Naughty pup."

Without another instant to react, the massive thighs closed around my face again, and I was completely lost in Zoroark fur. I whimpered, my body almost going limp from the intense arousal of being stuck in this heavenly place, muzzle stuck between his two fat orbs yet again. I had brought all of this upon myself, and frankly there was very little regret as I felt his squishing and rubbing his thighs together, legs crossed and making my head completely disappear in there. My head was almost spinning with how tight this space was and how totally engulfed I was, but I didn't fight back, simply letting him squeeze and crush me.

"Tell me how much you love your master."

"L... Love y...you..."

"You're a little Zoroark whore."

"Am... Zorr... w...whore..." I kept on stammering, my voice almost totally muffled.

"Good pet..."

Every now and then, the massive Zoroark would part his legs and let me breathe for a moment, sometimes even scritching behind my ears, before squishing them together again. After a while, I wouldn't even lift my head off his fat nuts, and let him just crush me over and over, sniffing deeply. A thoroughly broken pet already, broken by intense lust, by how cruelly and expertly my master was using my fetishes to turn me into a docile slut. Eventually, he just kept his thighs around me, and remained in this position, only giving short little humps every now and then to make sure I was still "with" him.

This seemed to go on for a while longer, until my master got another idea. His legs parted, and I was grabbed by his two large hands as he took advantage of my current state to lie me on my back with little to no resistance. When I could finally focus, I realized, with a gasp, the sight that was offered to me.

Reyes had kneeled above my head and straightened his back, giving me the sight of his massive nuts, which I had just worshipped, and his rear, close enough to where the sight was taking up almost all of my field of view, while being too far for me to stuff my face in it. Deprived of all strength, the best I could do was to let out a long whimper as my master wordlessly teased me. There really was nothing more to say as he gently, slowly swayed his hips from left to right, letting his balls move above me hypnotically, making sure his thighs were around my face as well. I moved my hands to his thighs shakily, getting lost in this sight for a moment before he lowered himself, taking me by surprise again, waiting for the moment when I would become used to his slow rhythm to suddenly stuff my face in hefty Zoroark balls.

Once more, the scent hit me first. I took a long hard whiff, trembling so much under him that I had to grip his thighs. The large male, murring, leaned forward on all fours and let his hands rest on the couch on each side of my legs, now having far more leverage and a better position to drag his balls all over my face, bringing them over my muzzle and maw over and over, taking his sweet time to really get me to become lost in his scent...

"Take big, big whiffs, little pup."

I tried to reply despite how dizzy I felt, but no words could come out when my entire face was being buried in what amounted to two softball-sized bags, heavy as hell and with a scent that would've made anyone break. It was a testament to how much I had been used and broken by Reyes that I was still holding on, albeit barely, and definitely not fighting the slow descent into corruption. I managed to pant and breathe whenever he would move his hips back and bring his balls over to my eyes, forehead and nose, my chest rising and lowering fast as I tried to breathe as much "fresh air" as I could before I was lost in his warmth and fuzz again. I was vaguely conscious of my own body reacting fairly intensely to this teasing; being so, so close to this musk, feeling him drag his sack over my nose and maw without end, was truly corrupting something in my mind, all over again... I never learned my lesson when I was with him, and always ended up in these situations, gradually losing control over myself again after having regained it. I couldn't even fight it, wouldn't fight it, simply petting my master's thighs as I realized what was happening to me again. It was incredibly hot, and perhaps even a little endearing, that he couldn't resist either. Every opportunity he had to test the limits of my mind, to play with and prod at my fetishes, to see how far he could push me until I became a trembling, broken mess, he took it. Every little crack he saw in my will to behave around him, he exploited as far as he could.

And it was certainly working as he exploited my obsession for his fat nuts, keeping this slow, teasing rhythm, making sure his balls were almost always against or next to my snout, until my mind became a woozy fog of pure lust. Sniff them, that's it... Take in my scent... Lose yourself...

Surprisingly, even without seeing his spirals, his voice started taking this ethereal, distant quality that was so familiar to me, when my mind became his. My mind started to break, and as Reyes gave a little hump against my face, making his balls bounce on my nose heavily, I arched my back, this surge of arousal enough for me to suddenly burst into an orgasm ; with how much he had abused me earlier, the quantity I gave was far smaller - only a few ropes - but it was enough to make him chuckle, seeing just how much fun he could have simply by teasing me in this position. Leaning forward a little more, Reyes started to bounce his sack on my face a little more, raising his hips and letting them fall softly, not enough to hurt himself, but enough for me to feel absolutely overwhelmed as I twitched under him, shooting a few measly ropes of cum, compared to what I knew he had.

His weight was such that I felt almost crushed, or at the very least pinned to the couch enough that I couldn't even try to move. All I could do was to give in, and follow his words: this is all you live for now, slut... His scent powerful enough that, after having taken big whiffs of it over, and over, was creating an addiction and a lust strong enough to rewire my mind. Nothing mattered now other than him, other than worshipping him. I started trying to lap and kiss at his balls again. He stopped his heavy bouncing and I heard him murr, leaving them against my maw for me to worship. Kiss them. Worship them like the slutty dog you are. And I did, of course I did, I obeyed, smooching at them sloppily, between a kiss and a suckle...

I barely even noticed that Reyes had shifted when he did. Looking for a more comfortable position to stay in, the Zoroark had lied down on his back again ; I was on my back as well, although now, my face was stuck under his balls and between his thighs, treating my head like a mere pillow for his sack in a these-are-not-my-glasses position, stripped from the humor and with the pure intent to treat me like the toy he considered me.

Keep taking big breaths... You're not leaving this spot for a long time. Master needs to sleep, so behave, and sleep too... And don't move. Keep being a good pillow.

I was too dizzy to register these words, and it took me at least a minute of huffing, and shivering, and instinctive sniffing before I knew what he meant. Easy enough for me, I remained right where I was, accepting and adoring this spot below my master.

And just like any other time I had ever spent with him, it ended, although less messily, in the broken state of mind I had gotten used to. His scent powerful enough to induce absolute obedience, as I slipped into a musk-induced sleep under my master's influence...

**

After his pet had once more fallen asleep, slipped into the darkness of a peaceful rest induced by his musk, he has stayed for a few more minutes before finally getting off. He grabbed a little canvas bag that he had set down on the low table hours earlier, and took a small fistful of some of the dust that was inside: a blue, gem-like dust that was fine like desert sand. Standing up, he generously sprinkled that dust over the couch, his pet's body, and his own crotch. In an instant, the cum he had shot disappeared, and so did the dust, leaving naught but spotless fur and fabric. Then he groaned a little. While he did his best to leave the place intact, there was one small detail he simply couldn't let go. Kneeling over the Lucario's sleeping face, he pushed and dragged his sheathe and sack over it, getting a drowsy whimper out of his slut: and with just a few little humps, had marked his prey again.

Once he was satisfied, he got up once more and sighed, grinning a little. Still sleeping. He expected them to sleep for a while more, considering how full they were. But Reyes was deeply satisfied, almost in a primal sort of way, of having made his pet "pregnant", and having now ensured they were marked.

Knock knock knock.

Reyes' ears twitched and his head turned towards the corridor. The knock had come from the front door. He sniffed the air a little and leaned forward, going back to a more feral appearance for a moment as he focused his senses, instinctively on the defensive when there was an unexpected appearance. But he didn't smell danger... He smelled food.

He walked up to the front door, his heavy steps making a few precariously positioned pieces of furniture or baubles tremble. He opened the door slowly, looking down with a blank but intimidating face at the Dewott who was looking down at a little tablet in his right hand, adorned with red clothes where Reyes noticed the pizza logo.

"Good evening, got your pizza heeeeee... What the fuck...?"

The Dewott's face had shifted from his tablet to the door, where he could now see the massive Zoroark, bestial looking, notable for his complete lack of clothes and his massive genitalia, basically almost in the poor pokémon's face. He froze and stammered, his voice having lowered and lowered until that last word had been almost nothing more than a whisper. Reyes had started a low, slow growl, the rumble echoing through the corridor slightly and that poor little pizzaman was now terrified and trembling.

"G-G-G-Got your...pizza...um..."

"Who are you? And why do you bring us food?"

"I'll...I'll just...I'll leave this here..."

The Dewott gave up on even trying to 1, figure out what the hell was happening, 2, who this was, and 3, get his money, so he set the pizza down on the ground in front of the Zoroark, and left as fast as he could. Reyes huffed, in the way of a beast having just defended his territory from a small lost prey, and picked up the box, comically small compared to his hand. Closing the door again, he sniffed at the pizza.

"I'm sure my pet will need this when they wake up."

And he walked back to the couch, where his Lucario still slept, comfortable in this house as his new territory.