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Rain battered against the tenuously waterproof tent, the reinforced top bearing the brunt of it, but wind gusted hard enough to drive water against the sides. Black city waited a few hours hike away, but traveling through this, if he could even manage to pack away the tent, wouldn't be worth the misery, if it saved time at all.

So River sighed heavily, the air humid and stuffy. His Gardevoir, Maze, sat cross-legged off to the side, eyes closed in meditation. If only he could occupy himself like that. Instead he rolled over again, his back sore from doing nothing but lay about the cramped tent since he went to sleep last night. As dark as it was outside, it might as well still be.

This far out, wireless coverage was spotty at best for anything beyond text messages. And while he had a few items saved to his phone for emergencies, watching porn with no way to relieve himself had only left him more frustrated. What he wouldn't give for a few minutes alone, his eyes drifting towards his bag and the pokeball inside. Not that he blamed Maze at all. He could return his pokemon but he hated to when it wasn't necessary, and doing so would only lead to questions he didn't want to answer.

River rolled onto his side and stared at Maze. His Gardevoir had such a gracefully feminine form despite also being male. A low heat crept into his cheeks. Did Maze ever feel like this? Some pokemon grew aggressive when they became frustrated, but River had never noticed that in Maze. As a trainer, he should have considered this before, but how did he bring something like that up? Distant thunder rolled across the tent, rain pelting relentlessly to create a white noise that amplified the unbearable monotony.

Maze spoke, his voice gentle and melodic. "Is something wrong?"

"No!" River wrenched his back tearing his gaze back towards the ceiling. How long had he been staring. "N-Nothing's wrong."

Maze's large red eyes studied him, not accusing, merely silent and calculating. River squirmed, the words squeezed out of him by that unnerving consideration, as if Maze already knew what he thought. Despite assurances, River still didn't quite trust Maze when he said he couldn't read minds.

River eventually broke. "Can I ask you something awkward?"

"Awkward is more of a human thing." Maze shrugged, green hair masking the majority of his pale face.

What River wouldn't give to feel the same way. "Do you uh, ever feel frustrated?" The light blush in his cheeks turned to a scorching prickle, and he dropped his eyes to his bedroll. "You know, like, wanting to mate?" The terminology used by breeders felt awkward on his tongue - clinical. Asking his pokemon if he thought of having sex didn't seem any better though.

"Not usually." Maze tilted his head in consideration. "I haven't thought much about it. I have never taken a mate."

That should be enough. Clearly it didn't bother Maze, and River met his duty as a trainer. But a mix of curiosity and a very different experience with such struggles, combined with the courage of a horny teenager, let River pursue the conversation, unable to stop himself now that it had been started.

"You never feel the urge to-" River waved his hand vaguely. "Haven't you ever, you know, taken care of things yourself?"

"Isn't that something you say as an insult?"

River snorted. "That's slightly different." Anxiety bubbled in his gut, but the inadvertent humor and Maze's stoic calm diminished the sense of taboo. "Do you masturbate?" When Maze only quirked an eyebrow, River added, "Use your hand to get off, or- Have you ever had an orgasm?"

Gardevoir examined his slender pale green hand curiously. "I'm not sure I understand."

River blinked. Was it possible to not stumble across that somehow? And beside the uniquely bizarre conversation with his pokemon, part of him felt bad for Maze not experiencing something so enjoyable. He should have found him some form of companionship before now.

The rain hammering against the tent gave no indication of letting up, and though angry dark clouds made it feel late, his phone indicated late afternoon. They'd likely be stuck here until morning.

River bit his lip. "I could help you out if you wanted." His soft voice barely rose above the rainfall.

Maze's brow furrowed. "You want me to mate with you?"

"No! No no, not that." River sat up quickly, laughing nervously to himself and trying to ignore the burning heat in his temples, the sweat under his arms. "The other thing, so you can masturbate. Only if you want me to though!" Nerves drilled outwards from his stomach, the acidic queasy feeling spilling into his chest and groin. Though this had partly been spurred on by his own personal pent up energy, the idea of teaching Maze something like this forced River to shift his position at the growing tightness within his pants. A more personal storm of chaotic thought and emotions beat a similar white noise against his brain, and before he could even begin to process what any of this might even mean, Maze answered simply.

"Okay."

The singular word crashed like imitation thunder despite Maze's soft melodic voice, the calm eye of a maelstrom. Red eyes watched River expectantly, waiting for him to demonstrate as he had so many other things throughout their adventures. But River hadn't hadn't really considered this far ahead, of what his offer even meant. Did he demonstrate on himself? Having someone else watch him like that, studying him, nearly banished his erection. However, the alternative meant demonstrating on Maze. The discomforting tightness of his underwear increased.

River looked away, fidgeting. "We probably shouldn't mention this to anyone else."

"Why not?" Maze asked.

"It's embarrassing."

"I don't see how."

River whined. "You don't even know what I'm about to do. Please? This is - personal."

"I have some idea." Maze rolled his eyes. "But fine. I know how humans are about topics like this."

And so that settled it. River had nothing else to stall with. Maze sat calmly, graceful and poised despite their conversation, with his white dress neatly fanned out around himself, hiding his willowy green legs. The red fin protruding from his chest glowed ever so faintly above a waifish belly that curved into narrow hips and soft white folds that imitated a gown. River had always found his delicate figure alluring, especially in battle, but perhaps never in this sort of context.

Considering the cramped tent, River frowned. "I think you'll probably have to lie down. Or you could sit I guess. Whatever is comfortable." His voice faded to a near mumble by the end. He didn't meet Maze's curious red eyes. After a moment, Maze lay down on his side, the fin on his back preventing him from lying flat on his back, which of course River hadn't considered. It should still work.

River remained sitting as he was. "You'll tell me to stop if you don't want me to, right?"

Maze shrugged. "Will I want you to?"

"No, I mean, I don't know. If you're uncomfortable or anything." River trailed off, clearly the only uncomfortable one among them. He sighed, but couldn't help a small thrill ripple up from his navel. He had never seen a pokemon up close like this, had never studied breeding or anatomy. He couldn't but be a little curious.

Maze lay there, waiting, a delicate green arm pillowed under his head, the one red eye not obscured by hair fixed on River. In stark contrast to Maze's relaxed body, River shuffled closer, close enough to rest a shaking hand on Maze's hip, the pale skin soft and warm, only the barest hint of plush give obscuring the hard muscle beneath. Before he could stop himself, River let his hand trail the curve of Maze's rump, the first time he'd touched anyone like this, pokemon or human.

"S-Sorry," he stammered, jerking his hand away as if physically burned by stray thoughts. Maze said nothing, just watched. Angling himself slightly away to avoid noticing Maze's eyes on him, River gingerly brushed aside the gown where it parted in the front to expose willowy legs beneath. Despite having watched Maze fight off all manner of ferocious and powerful foe, River found his hand hesitating as if a friend had just dared him to touch a fine marble statue in a museum.

Maze's thigh, ghostly pale and as lithe as the rest of his body, had a bit more curve to it. River ran a hand slowly upwards, waiting for Maze to protest, but no such protest came, even as River's fingers followed the meager swell of his rump, thumb nestling into the crook of his hip. The gentle motion, besides leaving River in total awe of Maze's silky skin, also left his gown spread, letting River sheepishly glance between Maze's thighs.

A smooth pelvis revealed no obvious sign of arousal, nor any hint of his anatomy at all, merely a subtle cleft closer to what he'd expect of a female. Before he could think about what he was doing, River gently reached between Maze's thighs and brushed the back of his middle finger tenderly along the length of the slit.

Maze let out a quiet sigh of appreciation. "That does feel kind of nice."

River blushed furiously, unnerved by how much he wanted to make his pokemon feel good. His own arousal strained against his pants, vying for attention which River desperately ignored. Instead he focused on Maze.

For a time River simply let his finger travel the length of Maze's slit. It didn't grow wet, and Maze's body resisted any light pressure he applied. The silky flesh grew warmer, taking on a faint green hue, and his lips swelled ever so slightly outwards.

Without warning, Maze's slit blossomed, glossy pink flesh spilling freely across the back of River's hand. The hot slick length left a faint glistening mark on River's skin, and he jerked back in surprise, staring. The tapered length had few features, glossy smooth and growing from a narrow tip to impressively thick base that stretched open his slit. But most surprisingly, Maze's sinuous length moved of its own will, the tip searching and curling.

It dwarfed River's own, both in thickness at the base and in length, easily seven or eight inches long, though the constant serpentine motion made it hard to judge. Maze shivered, his eyes growing distant and unfocused. River fought the urge to touch himself.

River hesitantly curled his fingers around such alien anatomy. An exotic heat blazed in River's tender grip, far warmer than Maze's body, and a thin coating of something slimy left his hand slick. Maze's length squirmed like one giant muscle, stiff but dexterous when it wanted, the tip hooking around River's finger with surprising strength. He had never imagined something so strange yet intriguing, and River found himself breathing harder than Maze.

"Is this okay?" River asked, slowly stroking his hand along Maze's length, enjoying the way it wiggled and tensed, swimming through his fingers like an eel.

Maze's voice held a tight edge that River had never heard from him before. "Very okay." His hips twitched in emphasis.

Did pokemon last very long? Would Maze, this being his first time? River didn't want to rush, leisurely stroking, letting Maze experience such a wonderful pleasure. A perverse sense of pride only added to the River's own pent excitement, each quiet whimper from Maze sending a mirrored throb through his own arousal. A heavy bead of viscous clear fluid leaked from Maze's tip, slowly descending on a glistening strand before soaking into the blanket he lay upon. The sight forced River to imagine what other impressive displays of virility Maze might offer.

River glanced around for something to clean up with and found nothing within reach. Even less appealing was the thought of letting a cum drenched towel sit around in their already damp and stuffy tent for the night. Then he glanced back down at glistening pink flesh, the graceful length so fitting of the lithe body it connected to, slender and graceful. He could hardly imagine what a female must feel having that thing squirming inside of them, what it might feel like inside-

Small shuddering jerks ran up Maze's hips, his eyes squeezed shut, tiny fangs biting and pulling at the navy blue blanket he lay upon. One arm remained under his head while the other reached absently towards River's bedroll with tiny claws extending and retracting at random.

The way Maze's cock swelled and tensed, straining against River's fingers, let him know he had little time to consider. He did want this to be special for Maze, his very first orgasm at River's own hand.

In that brief moment, everything felt right, they had shared so much together already. River trusted Maze with his life, more than any other person in the world. Shoving aside thought and nerves, River crouched closer. A faintly metallic scent greeted him alongside the more familiar grassy sweetness River associated with Maze. Having never kissed a girl nor ever even considered anything sexual with a guy before, River awkwardly guided Maze towards his face and sealed his lips around Maze's strange prehensile tip.

Maze grunted, thrusting forward nearly enough to choke River, then came. His tip curled downwards, and cum sprayed directly across River's tongue in a powerful jet, the salty warmth far more bitter and pungent than anything he expected. River gagged, the way it clung, heavy and thick made it difficult to swallow, but he had no other choice, a wide palm planted atop the back of his head, holding him in place while thick seed poured into his mouth at steady intervals, threatening to spill down River's chin.

So much of it, far more than River himself had ever produced, even after a week left pent up. The heat left River's head spinning, his tongue and lips milking Maze in an attempt to force down his dense seed. When Maze's grip on the back of River's head finally relented, he fell away, groaning at the viscous heat slowly traveling down his throat to pool in his stomach, feeling suddenly very full.

River panted, resting back on his hands, the taste in his mouth impossible to ignore, and watched Maze's shaft slowly recede back into his body, lips sealing with only a slight patch of pale skin glistening with the evidence of what just occurred.

Gardevoir's voice sounded distant, hazed with satisfaction. "I- I maybe should have expressed interest in this sooner. It would have made days like this far more enjoyable."

River sank in on himself, blushing and trying not to think about Maze's words. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Why did you use your mouth?" Maze sat up, his eyes large and curious, no hint of the shy embarrassment currently burning a hole through River's belly around where the noticeable weight of cum settled.

"S-So it didn't make a mess," River replied, not exactly lieing. "It's called a blowjob when someone uses their mouth to um, do that."

"Did it taste good?"

River winced. "Definitely not."

Maze considered a moment. "Did you enjoy doing it?" Of course he asked the exact question River least wanted to consider, but he had always been good at that. At least Maze's genuine interest and easy attitude, the bond they'd created over the years, coaxed River into voicing things he wouldn't dare share with anyone else.

"I think so." River picked at an imaginary spot on the back of his thumb. "I- It felt really good to make you feel good."

Maze grinned, a warm smile that let his tiny fangs peer through. "You said you could do a similar thing for yourself?"

"Well, not the mouth thing, but with your hands, yeah." He breathed a little easier. Maze had always had a calming effect on him, though it did little to ease his own neglected desires.

"I think I can feel what you described earlier, now that I know what to look for." Maze leaned in closer to scrutinize River. "You wish to relieve yourself?"

River had to clear his throat twice before managing to squeak out a barely audible, "Yeah."

"Can I watch?"

"Watch me?" A sliver of nervous anticipation electrified River's inseminated gut at the thought of Maze returning the favor. River didn't know how he felt about that idea, but just watching? It couldn't be any more embarrassing than what he'd already done, and he desperately needed to do something about his own arousal, a far less impressive amount of precum already dampening his underwear.

Maze nodded eagerly and scooted a little closer, looming. Despite now being the subject of Maze's intrusive curiosity, it did offer River an opportunity that he'd craved all morning, and the entire day prior, and the three before that. Trying his best to ignore Maze, River lay back on his bedroll, wriggling to get comfortable and postpone the next step as long as possible.

River fixed his eyes on the shadowy trails of water racing down the tent's roof and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. After a deep breath, his raised his hips just enough to slip his clothing halfway down his thighs, stiff cock springing free against his belly.

"Weird," Maze remarked. "Your reproductive organs are always just out like that?"

This was going about as well as River expected. "More or less," he mumbled, blushing furiously.

"Are all humans that small?"

"It's average!" River protested, taking his length in one hand in a poor attempt to cover himself. Despite Maze's shorter, more slender feminine body, the fact that his cock outmatched River's so obviously felt all the more unfair. Only reminding himself that Maze didn't understand human insecurities regarding the subject let River calm himself after a few breaths, smothering an ember of inadequacy he logically knew was unreasonable.

Precum glistened across his tip, and even simply wrapping his fingers around his aching cock drew a sigh from River, his eyes drifting shut. Eager pleasure tightened his hips and overflowed into his belly, a soft whine lost among the torrential rain. Even had the taste not lingered heavy on River's tongue, each breath a fresh reminder, the memory of pleasuring his pokemon remained sharp in his mind. His hand fell into a familiar rhythm, gentle and steady.

Maze's strange anatomy, pink glossy flesh hot and serpentine in his grip, the way it throbbed and squirmed, something so powerfully male concealed behind smooth feminine grace. Unfamiliar feelings threw themselves in with the surge of pleasure and desire coursing through River's brain. How easily he had taken Maze between his lips, knowing his pokemon was close, knowing he would drink his pokemon's release.

A curious musical voice intruded upon River's fantasy. "Are you thinking about me?"

About that first powerful jet of cum, heat surging across his tongue, filling his mouth, about his pokemon climaxing because of him. About what if Maze wanted to truly experience mating. About who he might want to share that experience with.

Too caught up in pleasure and tangled imagination to respond, River nodded, lips parted, eyes screwed shut. The sharp pleasure of release gripped his pelvis, past the point of no return but still teetering on that tormenting precipice before release. His legs ached, toes curling, then warmth fell heavily across his belly as the fantasy River created dissolved into amorphous fleeting bliss, every desperate twitch of his cock pacifying the maelstrom within.

River floated elsewhere in a tingling cocoon of energy, mind satisfyingly blank. It surprised River to open his eyes and find Maze kneeling beside him. Some of the relief let him refocus his attention on shame and embarrassment, and the now cooling mess leaving a cloudy white trail up his belly. In his haste, River hadn't considered this not unfamiliar predicament, cum clinging to the back of his fingers.

"I can help with that if you'd like." Without waiting for a reply, Maze raised his right palm and River's cum levitated, leaving his skin completely dry, before collecting into a small sphere. The off-white orb floated towards Maze's face, who leaned in to sniff at it.

"Don't be weird." River pulled his shorts back over his softening dick before sitting up.

Maze huffed. "You ate mine." He didn't give River a chance to argue before the sphere zipped through the air and between River's lips.

River's eyes went wide, mouth instinctively snapping closed to prevent the liquid from spilling. The salty overwhelming taste nearly gagged him. Maze tasted better. The unbidden thought sent a shiver through River's increasingly well bred stomach, and he forced his own seed down, then glared. Maze grinned, tiny white fangs amused and hungry. River dropped his gaze.

With the rain still crashing down all around them with no sign of giving up, River slumped back onto his bedroll to pout at the ceiling. Maze lay down on his side and turned to watch River with large red eyes. Somehow jerking himself hadn't fully sated the desire lashing out from his pelvis. It wouldn't take much to get him hard again, and thinking about Maze, about how he wanted to further explore his pokemon's body, make his pokemon cum-

"River?" Maze asked as if River's thoughts had summoned him.

"Yeah?"

Maze's voice held all the nonchalance of a passing request. "Would you give me a blowjob?"

River blinked, lips frozen in an aborted reply. He should explain that you didn't just casually ask someone for something like that, but already blood rushed away from his brain, something about how casually Maze asked, how such a reasonable request wouldn't be denied. It shocked him to realize just how much he wanted to say yes. Far too nervous to give voice to those thoughts, River pushed himself up to a sitting position and blushed again when Maze eagerly grinned and rose to his knees.

The cramped tent didn't give them much room. Even kneeling, white gown spread about him, Maze's green hair brushed the ceiling, towering over River. To make the position work, River would have to prostrate himself on elbows and knees before his pokemon. Without a word, River did so, at least now unable to see Maze watching him, though he felt the gaze across the back of his shoulders like a slap.

River's cock stood at full attention, and he considered removing his shorts for comfort but couldn't bring himself to, thoughts racing at what doing so might imply to Maze. Before he'd done more than level his face with Maze's waifish hips, soft pink flesh slid from his pale slit. As if someone else took over his body, River leaned in to take Maze's silken shaft.

The taste and scent of fresh grass and copper flooded his senses, and salty fluid leaked across River's tongue. Though Maze barely moved, his cock continued to emerge from his slit and into River's waiting mouth. River whimpered, closing his eyes.

Maze's prehensile tip curled down against River's fleshy tongue, and River pushed back, lapping the underside of Maze's shaft, slick and sinuous and warm. An uncomfortable tension spread through River's body the further towards his throat Maze explored. A lurching sensation in his gut instinctively forced River back.

Only the tip of Maze's cock rest his mouth, lips opening to pant around it, humid breath washing over Maze's length until the gagging sensation faded. When River resumed, this time Maze did ease his hips forward, eagerly reclaiming River's mouth, lips tight around Maze's slick length, pale hips filling his vision.

No matter how much he wanted it, River couldn't take more than half of Maze's impressive length before bile forced its way up River's esophagus, the need to cough and gag all but overwhelming no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. Fingernails bit into his palms, fists clenched, abdomen ratcheting tighter in an instinctual effort to prevent River from choking to death. Maze's tip curled into a hook, searching for something to catch and hold itself in, only straightening when River once again sank back onto him.

When River reached his limit, Maze's tip teased and prod, searching for weakness, entrance into his throat only to be denied. Doing so left River's mouth tight, tongue joining the effort, dancing and squeezing around Maze's cock which only left Maze panting and eager. A hand fell lightly across the back of River's head, and Maze leaned forward, the relatively narrow tip of his cock overwhelming the barrier to River's throat.

River's eyes snapped open, watering as every muscle in his body contracted. It took every ounce of will to keep from retching, and River sat back, gagging between short gasping breaths.

"Sorry!" Maze's hand leapt from the back of River's head. "Did I hurt you?" Maze cupped River's chin in delicate hands. A pale green finger brushed away a tear rolling down River's cheek.

River waved Maze away, pulling free, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. "I'm fine," he managed to choke out between shuddering breaths, willing his stomach to calm. "Sorry. I want to, but if you go too deep, I feel like I'm going to-" River tried to think of an explanation that wouldn't kill the mood. Instead he shook his head, letting the thought go unfinished. Maze stroked River's hair as River might a frightened Eevee. Maze's cock throbbed, glistening beside River's face.

After catching his breath, River prepared himself to continue, but Maze spoke first. "I think I might be able to make it easier, if you want to try? You don't have to, of course. I don't want you to be uncomfortable-" Maze hesitated, one hand toying with the edge of his gown, and finished more softly, "But it felt so good."

River's cheeks darkened a few additional shades. He couldn't imagine how Maze could help, but while he'd ever admit it, River would try anything Maze wanted. "Okay."

Maze wriggled in excitement. A chilly soothing wave spread down River's throat, and he twitched at the strange sensation flowing into his belly. Something remained after the pressure dissipated, though River couldn't pinpoint exactly what. He swallowed. Perhaps his throat felt a little less raw?

Breathing normally, the bile in his throat safely returned to his stomach, River could no longer ignore the large cock twitching beside his cheek. River licked precum from Maze's tip, salty and thick, before sucking the tapered length back between his lips.

Crouched as he was, head tilted back, proffered easy access to the entrance of River's throat. River drew his mouth and tongue tight around Maze's muscular shaft, enjoying how it writhed and resisted capture, throbbed with pleasure, growing momentarily thicker. River couldn't hold himself back either.

The electric, gut tensing warning remained. The closer River came to impaling his throat on Maze's cock, the harder his body clenched protest, an occasional gag convulsing every muscle from tongue to toes, his back arching, a drop of precum forced from his own twitching erection. Except this time, no matter how his stomach twisted and heaved, nothing rose in his throat. While certainly uncomfortable, without having to worry about creating an unpleasant mess, River could endure discomfort, so long as Maze finished quickly.

Curious, and urged on by his own roiling desire, River decided to test himself, the thought of so wholly offering his body to Maze only adding to the thrill. River clenched his eyes shut, tears tickling his cheeks, and pushed Maze's cock through the unwilling barrier of his throat.

Immediately every muscle jolted tight in protest, a powerful gag wracking his throat, but nothing more. Maze softly cried out in pleasure, a hand brushing the back of River's ahead before jerking away. Even had his chest not locked up, River couldn't breath, his throat utterly filled, a prehensile shaft exploring its tight confines.

Maze drifted away, unwilling to commit, but River followed his hips in a desperate bid to take Maze's entire length. A deep stretch pushed against every muscle in River's straining neck, muscles that were never meant to stretch the way Maze stretched them. Another full-bodied gag ravaged him. Instinct screamed, muscles contracting on their own, an electric fire spreading through his breathless chest.

River sank back in defeat, cock sliding from his throat, eyes fluttering up into his skull at the sensation. He gasped for breath the moment his throat unsealed, air rushing past Maze's cock and nearly inhaling a bubble of precum. He panted heavily, half dazed, confused why it took so much effort to swallow despite half of Maze's cock still filling his mouth, forcing him to caress Maze's tip to work his throat.

Maze panted as well, voice tight with pleasure. "W-Was that better? I'm very close, I think."

River nodded, hurrying a few more deep breaths, then took Maze's wrist and guided his hand to the back of River's head. That seemed enough for Maze. Without hesitation, River swallowed Maze's entire length, lips spreading around smooth cock, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of Maze penetrating his throat. Once again, he managed all but the last few inches, his body paralyzed between self-preservation and submission.

Maze had no such hesitation. A second hand cupped the back of River's head, and Maze gently but insistently overwhelmed whatever reluctance River's throat could offer. A warm smooth pelvis settled against River's nose, forcing a sloppy kiss against Maze's slit. River twitched, body convulsing, tightening powerfully around the cock invading his throat. Maze cried out, holding River firm.

Tiny claws prickled against the back of River's skull. Maze withdrew, but only enough to immediately thrust forward, slit slapping wetly against River's lips, hands locking River in place. Maze only managed a trio of eager thrusts before he cried out again and drew River tight, grinding against his face, cock engorging.

River thought his throat might break apart, stretched in a way it was never meant to, long cock swelling. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, spinning from lack of oxygen, only made worse by the flames of hungry lust searing through his body. Dense cum sprayed somewhere deep inside his chest, Maze breeding his stomach as he would an eager mate.

Maze's ethereal weight leaned forward, willowy body curling over River, pelvis grinding against his face. River's shoulders burned with the effort of holding himself up entire body exhausted by the effort of choking, but he forced himself to remain upright, Maze clutching the back of his head tight enough to snap his neck if he didn't. He just needed to hold out a little longer, let Maze finish using his body.

Their position allowed Maze's cum to pool in his throat, filled far more quickly than such thick seed could naturally flow towards his gut, a warm weight slowly oozing through his chest. The powerfully rhythmic pulses waned, and Maze groaned in quiet satisfaction.

For a brief moment, panic woke River from the brink of all consuming apathy, something drawing his insides out through his throat, only to feel Maze's tip catch River's bottom lip before slipping free. He swallowed the heavy weight in his throat before gasping for breath.

Tears wet River's cheeks, and every muscle in his throat ached with a gentle soreness, but after a few sputtering coughs, he managed to slump back into a sitting position, awareness cutting through the fog. His chest heaving quietly, eyes glassy, preoccupied by the weight settling in his stomach. He absently stroked his belly.

Fire flickered within Maze's red eyes. "Can we do this often?" Not a trace remained of his large cock beyond the faint wet smears around his slit. Maze stroked River's cheek comfortingly.

River swooned into the touch. "I-If you don't tell anyone about it, I guess we could," he said, voice ragged, his own erection twitching at the thought, how easily he agreed to it.

"Thank you," Maze cooed. "I'm very glad you shared this with me." He gazed ponderously off to the right for a moment before continuing. "Did you enjoy it?"

Too tired to blush or acknowledge embarrassment, River nodded, nuzzling into Maze's palm. The motion drew Maze's hungry attention.

"It wasn't just how it felt, I think," Maze continued, fangs peering out around his smile. "When you put my hand on your head, the feeling of mating you like that, it was-" His voice trailed off as if not sure how to describe what he felt. "I wanted you in a way I've never wanted something before. It is hard to concentrate during that, but I felt echoes of your emotion. I think today forged a new bond between us. You enjoyed me doing that to you?" Claws nipped at River's skin.

River whimpered, remembering those claws on the back of his head, and a whispered admission left his lips before he could consider. "Yes."

Maze leaned forward and pressed his forehead to River's. After a long moment, the two of them broke apart, and River all but collapsed onto his bedroll to recover, eyes drifting shut, the constant hiss of rain soothing. His own cock strained uncomfortably within his shorts, but something about how Maze offered nothing in return, letting his needs fester, only aroused him further, the raw primal want suppressing barriers that wouldn't let him consider some of the thoughts muddling his weary mind.

River wasn't sure if he dozed off or not, ceaseless rain blurring time. Movement snapped his eyes open, and Maze knelt at his side, the tip of his pale pink cock already protruding from his slit.