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• Behold, ladies and gents. Our first Pokémon prompt. Gotta lewd them all. As always, this is written by the legendary Jeeves, so follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

What Lycanroc Wants

Despite the fact that she was the pokémon and he was the trainer, Sam had always felt very much as though Lycanroc was the one in charge when it came to their relationship. She had taught him how to use her effectively in battle. She had taken him from a pretty average trainer to one who had gotten to the semi finals of two pokémon league championships, and the grand final of another just this past year. And yet regardless of how hard she pushed Sam to succeed in that aspect of his life, it wasn't as though Lycanroc was actually all that invested in battling herself. She did it when required, and did amazingly against all but the most powerful and shrewd of opponents. But when left purely to her own devices, which if Sam was honest was most of the time given the hell he'd face if he ever tried to dictate a schedule to her, there was more or less only one way which Lycanroc seemed to like to spend her time.

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“Oh, god…”

Sam pressed a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans as Lycanroc pressed her soft tits around his cock and rocked her upper body gently back and forth, urging him to thrust, to hump her breasts while her toothy maw panted over him, drooling saliva all over her own chest and his cock to lubricate it for easier motion between the fluffy furred mounds. Close by, on the far side of the tree to which his pokémon had recently pressed him before yanking down his pants, two other trainers with whom he had been traveling for the past few days chatted as they set up camp in the forest. Their warm conversation and laughter rang in the male human's ears as he stared down into the piercing eyes of his gorgeous, sapphire furred pokémon. She growled softly, insistently, and without hesitation Sam began to hump faster. To fuck his pokemon's tits more greedily, more blissfully. To give her what she wanted. What she always wanted, and what for the last few days she had been denied thanks to the presence of others in their normally rather quiet, private lives.

Throwing back his head and almost hitting it against the trunk of the tree with what would have been enough force to make him see stars, Sam had to fight with every ounce of determination that Lycanroc had instilled in him over the last few years as the pokémon's maw engulfed him. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to wail to Lycanroc that he loved her. That he needed her. That he would do anything, everything just to see her smile that devilishly toothy smile of approval up at him. Instead though, he clamped his hand tighter over his mouth and let his hips continue their feverish bucking against the now combined assault of soft, pillowy flesh against his shaft and hot, wet suction upon his very tip.

A rumbling growl of lust escaped Lycanroc herself, one clawed hand between her legs as the other cupped Sam's soft, fragile, downy haired balls. Even those she controlled. Tending to his body-care. Trimming him. Making him look the way she wanted. Soft. Smooth. Delicate despite his manliness. So unlike herself in all ways. Sam couldn't resist her. Not now, not ever. Her sharp eyes. The way she smiled at the corners of her muzzle even as she bobbed and slurped and lashed his tip with her rough tongue. And now, atop it all, the most delicate but firm squeeze to his tender testicles.

His eyes rolled back. His balls tightened within the pokémon's grasp, and as her claws ever so delicately caressed the skin of his sensitive sack, he pushed himself up onto the tips of his toes, drove himself deep between Lycanroc's breasts, and began to let loose silently gasping, frantic ribbons of cum into her greedily, gleefully snarling maw.

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Later that same night, in the privacy of his own tent after the last light had been put out, Sam heard his sleeping bag being unzipped. He lay there in the darkness as he felt Lycanroc go to work. Pulling up his t-shirt, coaxing him to lift his arms without a sound, then tugging his boxers down and off, his cock already well on its way to complete rigidity as it had been from the very instant he heard her starting to move around beside him.

She straddled him, and wasted no time in taking what she craved. She had gotten a taste quite literally earlier that night, and now it didn't matter if there were other humans around. It didn't matter if they could get caught in the act. Lycanroc wanted his cock, and she was going to get it.

With her palms pressed to his smoothly shaven chest, claws raking sensuously across his skin without ever leaving a scratch, the pokémon sank down upon him. She snarled in ecstasy, but despite the volume of her exclamation Sam didn't dare shush her. More to the point, he didn't want to shush her. Her cries, her pleasure was music to his ears, and doing anything to stifle that would have been insanity. Thus as the heat of her body engulfed him and the tight grip of her inner muscles began to milk him as her thighs began to bounce her up and down with passionate vigor, Sam surrendered to her. He did the smart thing. The thing which had always served him well in life thus far. He did exactly what Lycanroc wanted, and stopped caring about anything that wasn't her.

“Yesss... ohhh, I love you…”

He moaned softly, but not any quieter than his breathless voice compelled him to utter the words. The pokémon growled happily in response, and rewarded them both by starting to ride him faster. Her firm, fluffy buttocks began to clap against Sam's thighs, and just seconds later Sam was certain he heard shuffling in the next tent over, just a meter or so away from the canvas wall of his own. To worry about that would have been to devote even a fraction of his mind to something that wasn't Lycanroc though. So, quite simply, the human put it out of his mind. Instead he reached up into the darkness and found Lycanroc's breasts. She was proud of them, and even when the specific act didn't call for it, she loved having them played with. Acknowledged. Touched, caressed, squeezed. He squeezed them then, and a piercing howl escaped his pokémon lover. In the tent next door, a light went on. Even through two layers of canvas the illumination was enough to let Sam see his lover. The wild, panting snarl of bliss on her face as she rode him. The savage glee in her eyes as her shiny blue coat shook with the urgency of her body's bucking.

“Sam? Was that... did you hear that?”

A voice called out. A voice using his name. But, Sam didn't answer. He accepted that it really had happened. That the voice really had addressed him. But beyond that basic fact, it remained irrelevant. The person talking wasn't Lycanroc. They weren't in the tent with him. They weren't fucking him. Milking his cock. Moaning, grunting, feeling so good because he was focused on them.

Lycanroc leaned down, her panting maw and wet tongue pressing against Sam's mouth as she pushed all her weight against him, using her own body as a fulcrum to generate more force for the motion of her pussy up and down around his cock. The heavy slap-slap-slap of ass against thighs grew wetter as Lycanroc's pussy drooled as it began to spasm and clutch harder around Sam. Lycanroc whined blissfully into his mouth, then threw her head back with a shrill yelp as Sam's cock twitched at just the right moment and grazed her g-spot more roughly than had already been the case.

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“I love you…”

Sam moaned as he felt Lycanroc trembling, the intensity of her riding faltering just slightly as she began to lose control of her body in the imminent approach of her climax. The pokémon howled in rapture, and though he couldn't be sure that his words had been what had pushed her to make such an intensely blissful sound, Sam didn't want to risk missing out on the opportunity for it to happen again.

“I love you!!”

He wailed to his pokémon, and was rewarded with an ear-splitting roar as the pussy wrapped around him burned white hot. As a torrent of juices gushed over his neatly trimmed crotch and balls, and he felt his own body surrendering itself to Lycanroc in one more way as pleasure overwhelmed him too. String after string of Sam's cum poured into Lycanroc's needy pussy. He gave her everything. Every drop. Every ounce of devotion. Every drop of ecstasy that raced through his body, he channelled it all into the pokémon still riding him, still grunting and snarling and whimpering in bliss even as his own orgasm was beginning to wane.

Sam didn't think twice as Lycanroc pulled herself off his cock, her pussy still twitching and drooling a mixture of their fluids, and crawled her way up his body, leaving a slick trail all the way up his torso until she planted herself atop his face. He could have told her that was enough for now. That they were already going to have too much to explain in the morning, and had to be quiet. To be good until their new friends had gone. But instead, as his pokémon sat upon his face and pushed her hot pussy against his mouth, Sam found his shaky hands rising up to grasp the pokémon's hips. To hold her not to control her, but to help her push down against him even harder, to grind her clit on his upper lip so that when his tongue got to work, she was rising towards a new orgasm from the very first lick.

He felt her clawed hands on the top of his head. He heard her latest cry ringing shamelessly through the night air as the light in the tent beside theirs went off again.

After that, all Sam knew was Lycanroc. Her. All her. Only her. Until…

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Sam didn't remember falling asleep. When he woke up though, he remembered why he didn't remember. Why even now he was exhausted despite the faded, leaf-dappled sunshine filtering in through both the tree canopy and the tent's canvas roof.

Lycanroc lay atop him even now, snoring gently, drooling onto his neck as she pressed her nose under his chin. Sam trembled as he remembered how many times she had ridden him. His face. His cock. His fingers. She had been insatiable, and she had screamed and howled louder with every orgasm. Daring her human lover's traveling companions to complain. Daring them to demand to know what was going on in their new friend's tent.

Now though, everything was quiet beyond the walls of the tent, besides the normal sounds of a pokémon-rich forest.

Half an hour later, when Lycanroc awoke naturally and after riding Sam's rather tender morning wood to one more orgasm for good measure, the human finally crawled out of the tent, still stark naked but too freshly blissed out from his latest peak to really notice. He blinked. The clearing was empty. The other tents were gone, though the flattened earth where they had lain remained as proof that they had been there.

From beside himself, Sam heard a satisfied growl. He looked over, and saw Lycanroc grinning from ear to ear, her tail wagging.

He chuckled softly.

“Just you and me again, huh?”

He murmured to his beloved pokémon. She beamed more gleefully and toothily still, nodding and pushing her head against Sam's touch as he caressed one side of her face.

“So…”

Sam chuckled, shrugging as he turned away from the site of the now absent tents and fully towards Lycanroc. He could have worried about what his former traveling companions might think about what they had heard last night. He could have worried about where they might go next. Who they might tell. He could have gotten into a panic over so many things. But instead, once again Sam did the smart, easy thing as his beautiful pokémon gazed up at him with fierce adoration, and put all thoughts out of his mind besides her.

“…what would you like for us to do today?”

By Jeeves.