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Description: A man and his Nidoqueen use their second anniversary to renew their vows to one another through a traditional picnic that gets interrupted by heightening passions.

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***Nidoqueen's noticeable need part 1***

Rina always loved the sunset’s reflection upon still, peaceful water, so for our anniversary, I took her to the small hill overlooking the Crystalfrond lake. A few trees grew on its top, nourished by the gentle climate, enough to provide us with much-needed privacy for our traditional picnic.

“Oy, slow down,” I reached for her mauve tail, only for it to playfully slip right between my fingers. Silly creature, dashing off on those short, pudgy legs of her, relying on her swinging tail to adjust for the bulk of her body. I thought the simple yet elegant skirt I got her would inconvenience her movement, but she never made it look awkward in spite of her constitution. On the contrary, it added to her feminine allure, enriching the rest of her already feminine features.

“Niidoooo…” her gasp carried from the crest of the hill, her innocent mind dazzled by the sight unfurling at the bottom. Since I was the basket carrier, I took my sweet time to climb the gentle slope, grinning from ear to ear at her enthusiasm. It was an infectious thing to see her in such high spirits. Too rare were the moments where we could venture to a quiet place and push the entire world away, until the warmth shared by mutual embrace became our little corner of paradise.

Just as I made it to the top, Rina rushed to seize my free hand within her clawed one, forcing me to forsake the basket in order to keep up with her alert pace. For such a little pudgy creature, she sure possessed surprising strength!

“Woaaaaah….” She marveled at the serene beauty the golden hour cast upon the lake, her swishing tail a storm of bottled emotions. She emitted no other sound while I crouched beside her to shrink to an appropriate height; not even a fragment of the only word her vocabulary held. Still as the trees casting their dappled shadows over us, Rina’s dark carnelian eyes absorbed the otherworldly beauty of the landscape, drawn to the shifting blotches of muted dark milling along the shore. Her grip tightened around mine, until I could feel her shivering excitement ooze into me.

“Nido nido!” She insistently pointed at those other people and their pokemon, wondering if they were here for similar reasons. Of course I felt the blood rush into my cheeks and temples, flooding me with unexpected embarrassment from picturing the entire crowd of people calling their pokemon back to start the romance.

“They’re…celebrating their friendship, yes,” I wiggled my way out of her request in the most elegant way available, well aware that Rina’s innocent outlook on our mateship needed not be tarnished by truth’s ugliness.

“And I’ve come more than prepared myself, thank you for asking. Made sure to pick a time similar to our first visit here. I also didn’t bring candles, matches, flashlight, or anything that can help us navigate the dark. It’s not a proper homage to our bond if I accidentally kiss your snout tip instead of the cheek or land in the wrong hole while trying to…you know…”

“Niido!” She slapped her free hand over her mouth, appalled with the span of my memory.

“I salvaged the situation, didn’t I?” I gave her ear a little petting, feeling it twitch and shudder. Still ticklish.

“Ehhh,” Rina’s sly gaze narrowed as a daring smirk probed at the corners of the flat snout. Seems I wasn’t the only one with a sharp attention to detail!

“I didn’t expect you to feel so good, you little rascal!” I hugged her against my collarbone, relishing the gentle brushes of her forehead horn against my clean-shaved cheek. “Besides, you took it as a compliment. Hugged me so tight, I couldn’t breathe for a full minute.”

“Mmmhhhmmm,” the gentle hum rippling through her throat passed into me, granting wings to my fluttering heart.

“N—nido…” she slipped out of my embrace, fixing her attention to the basket. “Ummm…Nido?”

Her hands made the sign for present, undoubtedly anxious at the thought that, unlike me, she had no viable way of surprising me with a physical treat.

“No. No present,” I gestured through sign language, beginning to study it alongside Rina. It seemed far easier to get her to speak, but her pride was thicker than her feminine armor. There was no getting through unless she wished me to, and witnessing my dedication to embrace a newfound way to communicate with her made up the core of her elaborate test.

Or maybe she really found it impossible to form human words and I continued to delude myself with fantasies.

“Just as we agreed. We’re equal. Now and forever.”

Forever meant an hour at most, for she’d immediately forgive my lapse after I’d inserted the best vibrator my current funds could buy into her. Crank that up to maximum intensity, and she’d climax so hard her throat would go raw from the loudest “Nidoooo!” cry I’d ever hear.

Of course she bought into my lie. Secrecy came as second nature to one who had had to hide his condemning feelings for his pokemon in whichever location constituted a public place. Being with her here, on top of our little world, breathed calm into me, letting me take a break from all the pretense and accept her hand without scouting the area to make sure nobody saw us.

Her grip tightened around mine, strong and confident, befitting of a lover. Even her posture seemed different. Straighter, eyes warmer and brimming with renewed confidence. Unlike the people down on the shore, she had me not only as her partner, but as her soulmate for as long as we lived.

While one hand romanced me in one of the few ways she knew how, the other fondled the seams of her skirt, displeased with its now redundant purpose.

“Already growing soft in the chest from just holding hands? Now who’s the one with the poor self-control out of us, eh?” My hand went for one of the titular formations, only to find them tough as a bug’s chitinous carapace. She didn’t even twitch an ear, tense a claw or perk up her tail tip, indifferent to where my touch traveled. Unless she relaxed—or grew aroused, to put it in more colloquial terms—those tear-shaped formations retained their designated goal, that of protecting her heart and providing much-needed symmetry on the other side.

“Errrh?” She smiled in that devious way of hers, bouncing from one leg to the other in giddy excitement. “Niido ni?”

That cute, poking tongue tip under her disarming wink undid me. I melted down to my knees, burying my face between her breasts, a relieved, ecstatic sigh fleeing my lips. “Thank goodness you’re better than me.,” I said as I looked up to her quirked eyebrows. If I was the female having her breasts fondled, I’d have been all—”

“Reh,” she pulled up her skirt in a flash to prove me so terribly wrong, squeaking in glee at how easy it was for her to trick me.

Okay. Maybe I misjudged her. But that didn’t stop me from remaining there between her breasts, kissing my way around one up to her collarbone while fondling some sense into them. Those soft, circular motions always got the job done, cutting through her defense like butter, softening her carapace to the smoother consistency of an animal’s fine hide.

“Awwwh…” little Rina scrunched her legs tight, likely ashamed of the intense shudder rattling the shuddering insides of her sex.

“Where’s your warrior’s spirit now, my love?” I booped her cute snout as I rose, giving her left breast one last fondle before I jumped away to avoid her swinging tail. “Oh, there it is. What’s your next move? Or do you need me to go first?”

“Hrrr,” Rina turned to face me, leaning into a forward posture, ready to charge me. Instead of remaining in that wrestling stance, I adopted a casual posture, already knowing from the noticeable lust smoldering within those cunning rubies that she simply postured for my benefit.

“Meh,” she puffed in indignation, folding her thick arms under her perky breasts, wearing a thought-provoking scowl. I forgot something, but what? Not that she’d tell me, the little brat. Watching me simmer always gave her the necessary satisfaction of hugging and stroking my arm as if I was that ignorant child who missed every clue around.

Or maybe that was her way of admitting defeat in the most charming and cunning way.

“Let’s settle our feud after the sun sinks below the mountain, eh? We only come here once a year after all,” I pointed her head to the lake, scratching the back of her ears while occasionally glancing at her skirt to make sure she did not tear it in a pang of unbecoming lust.

When did I even grow accustomed to her skirt, I wondered? All this time, it looked nothing short of ridiculous, like trying to don a gown on a warrior maiden to make her look the part in court. I tried to minimize that effect by going for practicality over style. Straight, simple, unassuming, the skirt I got her fulfilled its designated purpose, veiling her plump folds beneath a layer of decency most of us with bipedal pokemon were required by law to oblige while in the cities. Covering her top was indicated, but I wasn’t about to go on a month’s worth of abstinence as part of the deal. At least she accepted this one compromise, if only because it armed her with new ways to fluster me.

Even in the more secluded yet still public places.

Silly Rina…never taking the societal rules seriously until reality retorted to her playful teases in ways I dared not reveal to her. Better to live in love than in fear.

Her awkwardly short fingers intertwined with mine, holding each other as if married. Together, we watched the sun dunk below distant mountains, its blazing hues painted within a sky populated only by the occasional cloud. Its reflection created a shimmering conflagration upon the lake’s surface, its clear, perfect picture distorted only near the shore, where the few water pokemon sizable enough for our eyes engaged in swimming contests. Past the lake towered our city, its forms muddled and subdued, waiting for the coming of dusk to come to life through the turning of the lights.

A strange melancholy overtook me while we studied the various figures populating the beach at the base of the hill. Some were static, mere dots against a sandy canvas. Others frolicked in the wet sand smoothed out by the water’s lapping currents. Their pokemon stood next to them, or occasionally entered their personal space for the rare pet or whatever it was that normal people did to strengthen their bonds with their pokemon partners.

How many of them shared the mutual respect Rina and I took to heart? How many celebrated their bond with these loyal creatures capable of experiencing an emotional spectrum very similar to ours? Much as I liked to believe they were here for more than just personal downtime, I knew the truth to be less optimistic.

They relished their pokemon. They even bonded with them to a degree. But what I witnessed was friendship at best, not love. What I shared with Rina towered so far above them, they’d go blind before even beginning to grasp its form, let alone meaning.

As if sensing my churning unrest with a world still ensnared by its detrimental history, Rina leaned her cheek against my wrist, letting out a mellow croon. She understood me better than anyone, instilling an arousal so visceral within me that I had to excuse myself out of her grasp, put a little distance between the two of us, and pretend to be immensely taken with two blastoise. They played frisbee. The variety where they shot their water darts at a specifically-designed disc in each other’s direction.

After I misdirected her attention to them by exaggerating my fascination with their sport, I tiptoed my way back to the basket, lest something unbecoming transpired on the cliff’s edge, exposed to all those pairs of eyes. They wouldn’t notice us at first, of course. Not until Rina cried out her orgasm-filled shrill.

Why else would I always find myself searching for those remote places?

“Nid…Nidooooo!” Rina cried out her heart-wrenching disappointment, bounding after me as fast as her chubby legs allowed.

Uh oh…Nidoqueen weren’t known for their grace and agility. Familiar as I was with her, my chest still tightened in apprehension, for once she began picking speed, the horn at the top of her brow could go into all sorts of places.

“Oy oy, slow down you rascal,” I held out my hands to slow down her charge.

As if that worked. In the end, I still jumped out of her way and she still tumbled into one of her combat-specific rolls where she ended on all fours, ready to tear me a new one. “Are you seriously going to attack the bearer of the basket?”

Rina feigned a furious tackle that I stumbled back from, only for her scowl to explode into a grin. “Niiido!” She squeaked, grabbing the basket herself to hand it over. As the transaction took place, she jerked it back at the last moment, presenting me her cheek.

“Mmmuah,” I grossly exaggerated that kiss, just the way she liked it.

“Nido,” Rina turned the other cheek, left eye already squinting in anticipation.

As if I was going to play her game…

The next kiss landed straight in the middle of her snout. It was Rina’s cutest, most intimate part of her mouth, and I made sure to hug my palms around the back of her neck and keep her there for a good few seconds. By the time I finished, the little rascal huffed and softly moaned, completely dazzled.

“Good enough, I take it?” I whistled a silent tune to mask my agitated heart beats. Kissing her lips always put me in the mood for the next stage, and today was not one of those impromptu lovemaking days, for what was tradition without order?

I snatched the basket on the way to our little nook, anointed by the aftermath of our first lovemaking session.

That…actually sounded much more romantic in my head; the thought of returning to the exact spot where I had first shared my seed with Rina under the dappled shadows cast by the oak’s protective boughs.

“Let’s see…” I propped my back against that mildly uncomfortable trunk, basket set between my knees. “The treats remained the same, per our tradition. Only the gift I got you is new.”

“Uuuh? Nidooo!” The swaying disappointment present in Rina’s growl immediately drained the blood from my face. There was no recovering from that. Nothing I could say or do could hope to make up for this slip. Whereas I simmered from horniness moments ago, I now boiled in my fretting regret while faced with Rina’s straight, challenging glare. Her ears showed their teal insides as they stared me head-on, tail swinging so close to the ground I tensed up, half expecting it to swing grass and dirt this way and that in furious retribution.

“Mmm,” it all ended with a swift shrug. Taking advantage of my petrified self, Rina strolled over to the basket, hooking the blanket nestled in there between two claws. She cared not one bit for the sandwiches and sweet treats tumbling down the sides, interested in that one roughspun woolen blanket colored with traditional colors formed into braid-like patterns.

Just like a human would, she straightened it over the ground from all of its four corners, bending forward to ensure that I caught a good glimpse of her soaked mound. Steaming in her leaking juices, the lips acquired a noticeable pink flush closer to her slit, where they hugged each other in perfect harmony, not letting any sight of her insides slip out for my awestruck gawking. To make it even worse for me, she added a light movement to her buxom haunches, pretending to sway them in tempo with her excited hum.

“Mhhm,” she turned to face me once her task was done, arms folded under her noticeably plumper breasts, their hardness stripped away by the softness of arousal. She did not need to perform her silly hand signs, her sharp glare enough to dare me to match my present against hers.

“Oh, is that so?” I raised up to the challenge in spite of my trembling knees, weakened by arousal. “Go on then, show me. I’m dying to see how you can possibly…oh…”

Damn. I caught it too late. Rina’s devious smirk confirmed as much, awfully pleased with her quick wit.

Without even asking for my help, her hands reached behind to her lower back, undoing the button tying the flap-like portion of her skirt around the tail. With that loop undone, she let the tail flap of the skirt simply fall down with a little encouragement from her flicking tail. With that step out of the way, she pushed the skirt down to her knees, letting it fold around her ankles. As she stepped out of it one foot at a time, the self-control of her foot claws left my jaw agape, for I all but expected that skirt to audibly tear.

“Good enough?” her fingers wove to me. So careful, so precise she turned out to be, that I only noticed the damp state of her flushed vent after she finished folding her sole piece of clothing in a neat bundle.

“It’s…impressive, to be sure,” I gulped down my awe with this tidy, controlled version of her, not at all the boisterous, noisy Nido Nido I fell in love with a year ago.

“That is nothing,” she drew in the air, nodding confidently.

Two replies within a few seconds of one another. Did she…purposefully play stupid until now? Pretending to be a slow learner? Maybe I could have reached an eloquent deduction, had my cock not raged against the moist patch embedded within my underwear, where the constant trickle of precum I leaked oozed into the fabric. But for the throbs rushing through my malehood, I laid eerily still, with only the heavy yet snappy breaths rolling past my mesmerized lips to express my approval of whatever Rina had in mind.

No way she—

Yes. It was happening. A Nidoqueen, a pokemon, slipped into her bed with the titillating slowness of a model taken straight from the magazines I gifted to her as part of a big joke. Rina must have been practicing this type of eroticism by herself enough times to gain the confidence necessary to move in those sensual patterns, ending her charming display by settling into her chosen pose.

“Mhhhhmmm,” she let out a throaty rumble, intimately aware with how successfully she interpreted her version of human attraction. Head leaned into the palm of a hand supported by a firmly planted elbow against the ground, Rina lounged on her side as if posing for a lewd picture, cupping one of her breasts in her free hand while her legs, parted to show a little peek of the pink line of her blood-infused sex, grinded together in arousing anticipation.

“Niiiidoooo….” She rumbled a deep, blood-heating call, adding a charming squint for an extra dose of alure. The tip of her tongue suggestively sailed over the lips of her lovely muzzle while a wiggling finger invited me into her bed, into her body.

“Ahah,” a stiff, awkward chuckle was all that my stunned self could manage. “We have…a picnic to share first. Tradition. It’s what we’re here for. Isn’t it?”

Why did I just say that? What sane man could refuse such lofty invitation?

An insecure one, to be sure.

Rina bedazzled me with her buxom charm, stripping away the little edge I had on her, that of a human’s knowledge and concept of romance. She did not just pose for me. She downright engaged in a courtship act I, as the male, ought to have initiated.

I could still salvage this. Turn it around, regain my bearing, dispel whatever charm she placed on me. Even as I plucked the contents of the basket from wherever they fell, my focus just wasn’t on food, but on her, and on how tight my underwear suddenly felt. Rina laughed at my expense; at how my sandwich bounced off the side of the basket as I found my eyes inadvertently drawn to her.

“Nihhh…” she sighed, playfully kneading at her tummy, reaching ever lower. She wouldn’t dare spoil the sanctity of our picnic before we even had a bite. Besides, her claws got in the way more than once, enough that she gave up the thought of pleasuring herself when I could do it far better for her.

“See? You can barely stand straight…I mean lay straight from hunger,” I gulped down my pang of unnecessary nervousness, finding it hard to maintain my bearing while my cheeks seared and my heart pounded. “Come on, give it a try. Look, it even has a little icon to help distinguish it from mine.”

“Nidooo….” That sounded more like a groan than heartfelt praise as she shifted onto her fours to scoot over. She eyed my offering, emitting a heart-swelling yip at how much she loved my little drawing.

She loved it so much, that the sandwich ended up back in the basket and I pushed against the oak’s trunk, sandwich in hand and no more room to flee. At least, not without forsaking my dignity and crawl away like an animal.

“Mrrrrhmmmm,” Rina let out a throaty, salacious hum, the generous wetness soaking her vulva spreading to the mauve hide of her haunches due to friction.

“I uhh…can’t I eat first?”

Her smaller yet impossibly arousing buxom body leaned over mine, putting us in quite the compromising position. Short as she was, Rina sure knew how to make me feel as the small one, robbing me of my breath by inching her snout impossibly close to my lips.

“Prrrrr,” her rumbling purr rippled through her throat in generous tones. The soft touch of her lips against mine guided my eyelids lower over the eyes, seeking to blind me to the playful wiggle of her tail, to the proximity of her dripping vulva hovering just above the small bulge in my shorts.

“Gah,” I gasped, fully expecting her to mount me and grind herself against my covered crotch. She took pity on me this time, leaning forward on her knees, freeing a hand so that she could remove the only means of delay I squeezed in my hand. Slowly, with surprising care, she tugged at the sandwich until I let go of it, placing it back in the basket with surprising care. Next, her tail wrapped around its handle, setting it at a good enough distance to avoid its temptation.

“I…do you really want to…” I fidgeted like a virgin, unaccustomed to Rina being the one to place her hands all over my waist without me guiding her there. I could have made her attempted removal of my shorts terribly frustrating, but jokes had their limits, and I certainly reached the peak of my lust as well.

Damn that sandwich. Better to just straight into the main course.

Her thrumming enthusiasm rose to such suave heights while she undressed me, taking great pride in being the one to initiate this time around. By wagging my hips in unison with her tugs, I allowed her to slip the shorts down my legs with little in the way of trouble, leaving me with naught but the tent in my underwear to greet her.

Upon sighting it, her mouth formed the closes “O” she could manage, ever surprised by this thing called an erection. It surprised me not one bit that her hands rushed to expose what lied underneath, but the reaction of an anxious man proved to be surprisingly alert.

“Wait,” I stopped her just in the nick of time. Our second anniversary, and it felt exactly like the first, plagued by the same nerves that told me this was too good to be true; that pokemon fancied humans, unable to fully love them.

“Mrrf,” Rina puffed in response, adopting an alternative strategy, that of employing the entirety of her body to get the job done.

She advanced over me like the confident lover she was, lifting herself up on her legs that carried her over my lap. From that position, she could simply descent upon my bare cock to take me into her and give me the ride of my life, but sometimes, romance won over raw need.

Especially when it involved proving me wrong. As if unaware of how easily she could have me, my mate leaned over to cup my cheeks between her bulky hands, giving our eyes the moment of respite needed to worship one another.

“Nido…” she silently whispered her version of “I love you” as her blunt, endearing snout reached for my lips, finding them too eager to part.

“Oh, you,” I huffed, clutching her ears at first, then beginning to fondle them as the heat of her tongue brushing against mine melted away whatever awkwardness I still possessed. Sure we had shared the fuller type of kissing, but to commemorate our bond, we stuck to simply touching tongue tips, followed by one too many kisses on the tip of her snout and along her lips.

“Niiidooo,” she expressed her fulfillment in the kindest, most motherly voice she could manage, rewarding my still superior ability to kiss in the only way she knew how.

“Ahhh, Rina….” My words faded amidst the divine embrace of her bosom. It wasn’t enough that she tucked me between her breasts. Fully aware of how much I enjoyed immersing within the depths of this canyon, she clutched the now perky mounds, forcing them against my cheeks in the most attentive hug she could grant me.

“Muah muah muah,” I rapidly kissed whichever of her mounds was closest to my lips. That put some alertness into Rina, dismissing her hug due to the jolts of arousal crawling down her spine. I thought I won this round by getting her to squeak, but a Nidoqueen was not so easily defeated.

Positively giddy from our minuscule version of a foreplay, Rina drew back to study her prey. Her shorter, stronger huffs had a weight to them, as if her growing need pressed down on her being, squeezing out whatever self-control she still clung onto.

Uh oh. I knew that look; that sharp, unyielding focus present in her sparkling carnelian eyes. It never ruled out in the favor of my boundaries.

Without a single word or sound to give away her intentions, Rina completely ignored the lousy T-shirt I was wearing, uninterested in getting me fully naked. Her interests lied elsewhere, and it became immediately apparent this was no longer the methodical female I kissed just moments ago.

Not that I minded her more feral self; how she clawed and lightly scratched at my underwear, hinting that she’d either have my help in getting it off, or her claws would decide for me. I lifted my rump off the ground for a split second to preserve the only pair of underwear I brought along, gasping as my erection bobbed out of its confines.

“I’m sorry, but….I’ll likely finish….very fast. Didn’t…masturbate…” I added between the flurry of kisses on the sides of her neck and throat, my mind clouded by thoughts of how impossible to withstand her moist, inner heat would feel around my bare cock.

Rina released curt, equally passionate moans whenever I spoke, trembling with eagerness. She only had to squat on top of my lap; to invite me into the depths of her being while we held onto each other. But instead of her hindquarters coming forward, her front leaned back, aiming for…

“Wait!” I let the weirdest, most ungainly cry in existence in my rush to block her snout, to prevent it from doing what it intended. My stomach just sank, heart shrinking into a dim speck, squeezed into that frail form by flooding dread and arousal alike.

“You can’t! You—you shouldn’t!” I admonished her for even thinking that. How gross! How vulgar! We were far better than this! We didn’t—we never shared any pleasure but for the one way—the best way—for a man to make love to his mate.

Rina playfully nibbled on my fingers, not taking me serious at all. There was no smothering the playful glint in her eyes; no viable argument I could make to prevent her from following her heart on this matter.

“I won’t—I won’t even be able to kiss you…” Whenever I got backed into a corner, all of my flair flew out the window. Gone was the confident lover whose meticulous kisses got Rina purring her heart out just moments ago. In his stead came a stuttering simpleton who licked at his lips one too many times without even realizing how suggestive that came across to my Nidoqueen partner.

“Grrrh…” the little brat shoved my hands aside, slipping a hand between my legs to literally grab me by the balls. Of course I froze, like any man would when his mate got serious with him.

“I am going to,” she imperfectly gestured with her other hand, tempting me with a light fondling of my sack to ensure I remained nice and rigid. “You will let me.”

No second part was needed, the deduction already obvious.

“Fine,” I relented with a shuddering sigh, trembling in literal anticipation. Appalling as it was, oral attention given to my privates still made for a top of the list kink of mine. Only, there was a stark difference between fapping to the vivid imagery rolling through the private confines of my mind, and actually having my cock sucked by the creature I loved most in the world.

It wasn’t just the chilling horror of disgusting her that gave me pause, but the creeping sorrow of being thoroughly unable to make love to her. Our anniversary relied on my ability to perform, and I was no Liepard to require only a dozen minutes of downtime before going at it again.

“Ack!” Rina bumped her forehead horn into my ticklish stomach. One distraction. That was all it took for my hands to cup my belly instead, for my control to slip, for Rina to make the decision for me, as she always intended.

Sudden euphoria swallowed every sense I possessed, a slick warmth like no other, swaying and lurching like the crashing waves of pleasure ravaging my slender frame.

“A…aaaahhhhh!” My next plea came in the frail, pathetic voice of a man taken into the mouth of their partner for the first time. My eyes uselessly rolled into the back of my head, shielding me from beholding the sights unfurling between my legs. Not even in my mind’s eye could I imagine her doing, for reality stretched and thinned, as if pulled into a myriad of directions.

“Ah…ahahahhhh!” I whimpered through grinding teeth, lurching forward, then slamming my head back against the trunk, forgetting it was there in my rush to crawl out of my skin in bliss.

Rina didn’t find the uncontrollable twitching of my feet and clenching fists amusing, too preoccupied with bringing me on the verge of passing out from the overwhelming cascade of too intense delight.

And that was just the beginning. Instead of pulling back, Rina pressed on, sparing me no adjustment period as she all but swallowed my erection down to the base, her maw more than able to accommodate.

“Awh…Awghhhh!” I pleaded to whatever indifferent gods listened to give me strength to hold on, but all I heard in reply was the thunder pounding in my breast. Either my seed would burst, or my heart would.

“Ahhhh…” a blessed gasp rushed out of me as soon as my cock flopped free of Rina’s mouth. Fully engulfed in her saliva, the hardness of my cock stood out like the bulging muscles of an oiled warrior. If she touched my taut glans or pulled back the foreskin covering it, I’d have given in the next second.

“P…please…” I mouthed the simplest word in existence. Rina’s purr answered me back, her mouth moving a little as if assessing my taste. Was I in the fully capacity of my senses, my stomach would have undoubtedly lurched in revulsion, but I had far more pressing concerns.

Such as her incoming mouth, opened just enough for her inviting tongue to greet me back in.

This time, I did not moan. I simply tossed my palms over my face, groaning in their depth. Whatever this break was supposed to accomplish, it failed spectacularly at, for I was back to square one, throbbing in her maw with my breath stuck in my lungs.

On the brink of ejaculation inside the mouth of my love, and all my mind conjured so far was the antithesis of arousing. She might not mind it. Perhaps she even enjoyed it! But my limited human perception couldn’t, for one second, picture this as anything less than demeaning. I was downright disgusted with the idea of my cock entering such beautiful and expressive mouth—the same one I’ve kissed so, so many times, yet there was nothing I could do but accept it. My body certainly did, so impressed with her efforts that I found myself teetering on the precipice of release, flooded by overwhelm from head to toes.

“Gh…ghaahhhmmm!” I felt myself slipping so close to the end, almost ejaculating from the mind-reeling sensation of having my foreskin rolled back; of her tongue exposing the tightness of my glans to the gentle warmth of her mouth, inviting me to relish it with every inch of my shaft.

I could barely withstand it; this new and overpowering sensation similar yet foreign compared to her vent. Completely bewildered with what to do, my legs spread in invitation for her to take the rest of me in, only to cave in around her arms when she actually did it. My only means of communication, of setting up the semblance of a pace, were sharp groans, growls and moans, earning me the opposite of control.

“Pl—ahhh—please t—take it s—slowwww,” I attempted to appeal to her self-control, but it fell on deaf ears.

The ears.

I grabbed onto those instead, holding them as if antlers helping stabilize the instinctive bucking of my hips, clutching instead of fondling them as I was meant to.

Not that it mattered. My hands ended on the ground anyway, fingers curled around fistfuls of grass, my teeth grinding together while listening to her merciless suckling.

“Hffff, hfff, ahhhh,” I sought to withhold my shameful orgasm long enough by regulating my breaths. Inside her. That’s where I wanted to be. Not in her awwwwhhhhh!

Whatever pace I discovered vanished amidst lashes of molten sparks coiling around my tip. Rina’s tongue, tight around my glans, held me there in loving embrace as her head began bobbing, emulating thrusts that I was supposed to deliver! Not that I was in any of such state while smothered by her fleshy, impossible to deny tongue.

Surprisingly skilled, it rubbed the underside of my cock for a dose of exotic stimulation. It continued sliding along the sides, one at a time, followed by the brush of her tongue’s base over the top of my shaft. That was the only time when I could squeeze in a sharp inhale, locked in my tight chest by her next maneuver, of wrapping her tongue around me like as if I was her greatest present.

“I’m…I can’t…” I mumbled, feeling my cock squeezed against the roof of her mouth for an extra dose of pressure meant to emulate her insides.

“I can’t hold!”

For some reason, my body decided to lurch forward; for my legs to spread and give in to the swishing caress of her hand that fondled my sack. I held onto Rina as tight as I could while passion exploded out of me in ragged throbs. Everything I had was drained out of me, one gasp, one spurt at a time, milked out by the skillful tempo of her tightening and loosening tongue.

The wet, suckling sounds. Those slight tremors of her throat, emphasizing that she swallowed everything I gave. My heart threatened to explode in my breast from how horrifyingly intense this all felt, making my spine crawl with sensations I never deemed possible.

“Done..I’m done…” I patted her shoulder, desperately swallowing the spittle building in my mouth. My throat felt completely parched, a visible irony when faced with the sodden mess that my body was, T-shirt flat and sticking to my wet skin.

Rina pulled back not a moment too late, her gaze dim, alluring and brimming with satisfaction over the slow, salacious lick of her snout. She moved in to kiss me, spurred by growly satisfaction, only for me to turn from her.

“Not after you just…”

“Oh…” she emitted a low, elusive sound that often gave me hope of an enriching vocabulary. “Nido…”

“Sorry…”

I slumped against the tree, panting so heavily my throat hurt. A myriad of thoughts swarmed through my fatigued mind; concerns that begged me to share them with Rina in order to ensure that she enjoyed this.

That she did it for herself as well, not just me.

***End of part 1***

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