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For the first time this year, it was hot outside, properly, genuinely hot with clear blue skies as far as the eye could see, and it was a Friday, no less! So the moment Opal returned from work and arrived in her narrow townhouse, she dropped everything in her hands, slipped out of her tight, stuffy business suit, and donned a pair of black shades and a bikini that was redder than her curly, russet hair. The casserole in the fridge, the mail from her data provider, and the ever-expanding heap of old, dirty clothing in the laundry room, it all could wait as she applied plenty of sunscreen and barged out of the backdoor onto her small, wood-paneled patio to embrace summer. Her trusty sun lounger was all she wanted and needed right now, and not ten minutes had passed after her arrival when she already lay on the striped white and yellow fabric, belly-up and spread out to let the warm, gleaming sun tan her light skin into a color more appropriate for the new season.

Plus, the relative quiet of her comfy little backyard was extraordinarily refreshing after all the hectic, noisy business in her office. The jaunty songs of the bird pokemon and the gentle rustling of the trees lulled her into a state of comfy relaxation in no time and the stress and hardships of the foregone week dissolved into mindless delight. Nothing could've been more restorative to her psyche right now.

But just when Opal was about to slip off, a pitiful whine snapped her out of her drowsiness and reminded her of the one thing she had completely forgotten about so far. "Oh no, Crescent! I knew I was missing something," she blurted out and sat up, only to stare right into the sorry face of a large, regal absol. Hurriedly, she reached for his head and sank her hands deep into his thick, gorgeous mane, making up for her negligence with a vigorous petting. "Hello there, Crescent. I'm so happy to see you, sweetie."

Within seconds, the pokemon's dismal frown lit up into a beaming smile, and he began to wag his scythe-like tail as he returned her greeting with a big, affectionate lick across her face. He didn't appreciate the sunscreen on her skin, snorting and sticking out his tongue at the taste, but that only briefly stopped him from plastering her freckled cheeks with more sloppy licks until they shone with his saliva.

"Okay! Alright! That's enough, sweetie!" Opal gently pushed back against the overexcited pokemon, but a spontaneous giggle fit undercut her protest almost immediately. "I guess I deserve this for neglecting you, don't I?"

Emboldened by her ebullient laughter, Crescent ignored her initial objection and continued to slobber across her face for another round before he pulled back with a contented chuff and puffed-up chest. Satisfied with the belated greeting, he strutted around the lounger and found himself a nice, cool spot in the shadow of the hedge that separated her patio from the neighbor's.

"Aww, was it too hot for you in the sun, my poor boy?" Opal laughed at the rapidly panting absol, only to earn herself a reproachful glare. After all, he couldn't do much about his thick, fluffy pelt, and even panting with his rosy tongue out wasn't enough to cool him down in the scorching sun, the strands of his snowy white fur glistening with beads of sweat. Yet, he shuffled as close to the shadow's edge and toward her as he could, the tip of one of his claws even poking into the harsh sunlight. Still peering at her with huge blue eyes, he let out another sad whimper and restlessly pawed at the wood.

Opal blankly returned the absol's stare for another heartbeat before she connected the dots and remarked, "You want me to come closer? Oh, that's so sweet of you." With a sigh, she slipped off her sun lounger and dragged it toward the absol, placing it right at the other edge of the shadow. "There. Better?"

Crescent responded with an avid nod and stopped pawing at the ground before he tucked all four limbs under his body and compacted himself into a loaf of fluffy white fur. Smiling contentedly, he finally closed his eyes and let out a deep, sonorous purr.

Opal followed her pokemon's example and slumped onto the lounger with a blissful sigh, allowing the sun to continue its work on her. But where the toasty warmth and distant sounds of nature swiftly lulled her back into relaxed drowsiness, something was different now, keeping her awake against all odds. Initially, it was only a subliminal, inexplicable agitation that seized her body, but as the minutes passed and she continued to toss and turn, it got worse to the point she finally identified the culprit: a faint, yet distinct smell lingered in the air, thick, musky, and so strangely familiar.

It was Crescent's scent!

The moment the realization struck, it was as if someone had flipped a switch in Opal's mind, and the aroma no longer bothered her. Though, where her mind found peace in understanding, the rest of her body wouldn't let it slide so easily, and where her thoughts scattered and drifted around like floes on an ocean, the absol's sweaty scent continued to pervade her perception, invoking a strange new heat in her abdomen. Mellow and barely noticeable yet, the sensation caressed her as pleasantly as the rays of the summer sun and only helped facilitate her journey to the land of dreams.

Indeed, the moment Opal fell asleep, she started dreaming, and as her absol's scent continued to infuse her breath, her dreams turned wet just as swiftly. Most of the time, it was so blurry and hazy, she couldn't tell what was happening, but among all the fantasies and figments, one thing stood out: veiled in a pelt as bright and dazzling as the sun, Crescent had come to visit her in her sleep, and everything after his arrival turned into a thrilling, yet barely comprehensible rush of excitement.

Unfortunately, she snapped out of the dream just as things were getting more taboo and interesting, and she woke up with a heavy groan, all hot, sweaty, and now also wet in more than one way. Not only was she hornier than before, but her inner thighs had become suspiciously damp as something warm and slippery glided along her supple skin, and when she opened her eyes, she was treated to a sight that made her wonder if she was still asleep: Crescent had risen from his spot in the shadow and climbed onto the lounger, his forepaws indenting the fabric between her splayed legs and his head hovering a hand's breadth above her crotch. His nostrils fluttered as he sampled her scent with deep, heavy snorts, and his vast blue eyes sparkled with a peculiar energy as his gaze met hers, gulping down the muzzleful of salty sweat he had lapped off her thigh.

"Crescent? Hang on, what are you doing there, sweetie?" Opal squeaked, and her heart skipped a beat as the absol bent down and slipped out his tongue, dragging it along her inner thigh with a firm, yet excruciatingly slow lick. A powerful tingle rushed up her spine as the wet, rosy muscle almost touched the edge of her vulva, and despite wearing her red bikini, she felt fully exposed and naked as the unhelpful fabric rode up her slit.

After the initial shock passed, she finally reached for the absol's head, gripping his shimmering black horn with one hand and his chin with the other to stop him in his tracks. A deep crimson blush rushed onto her freckled cheeks, but it didn't just originate from her embarrassment about his intimacy, but also from the lust trapped inside her breast. However, she knew she mustn't succumb to her own arousal, because did he even know what he was doing there?

A filthy, dirty poke fucker, forcing herself onto a poor, innocent creature for her own personal satisfaction.

A deep, rumbling growl snapped Opal out of her thoughts, and her heart pounded in her chest as Crescent gently, but insistently pushed back against her palms, his drool dribbling from his muzzle directly onto her hand as he openly sniffed her arousal. Then, he slipped out his long, powerful tongue and slithered it between her fingers in a nimble dance, nosily slobbering all over her knuckles until they were as wet as her pussy.

With a dazed whimper, Opal realized that her absol was fully aware of what he was doing, but she couldn't muster any meaningful response as he pinned her with his hungry eyes. A single command, a word of objection, that's all it took to call him off, but she didn't get past moaning his name before her voice hitched. "Crescent…?"

This wouldn't become a headline, but a shameful entry and visit of the authorities nonetheless. No sentence, but a humiliating exploration of her and Crescent's relationship on tape and camera, dissected by 'experts' in uniform to determine his agency.

Grunting softly, the feral male took two of her fingers into his muzzle, and he bared his shiny canines in a cocky grin as he slurped and sucked on them, basking in her breathless attention. A few licks later, he let go again and pressed his muzzle against her waist as if to kiss her. But for once, it wasn't a sign of affection, as he merely hooked a single tooth behind the string of her bikini bottom and yanked at it, drawing a stunned cry from Opal's lips as he ripped the elastic fabric apart.

"Crescent!" she groaned, tightening her grip around the absol's horn in feeble resistance, but the damage was done. With her bikini bottom torn and turned into a loose patch of fabric, her crotch was now completely exposed to his eyes, as was her irrefutable arousal. Her sweaty vulva was slightly swollen and reddened, her folds in between glistening, dripping with her smell and juices, and her insides were on fire, blazing with a desperate craving for relief.

One source of such relief hovered right above her plump pussy, panting and drooling onto her trimmed red pubes with his big, tempting tongue hanging from his muzzle. She had seen the wonders absols could perform with it in oh so many videos and clips she had discovered in dingy, hidden places online, and it had become such a long-standing fantasy of hers ever since, one she had enjoyed all on her own countless times. But never with him around. Of course, Crescent had been needy before. Obviously, she had been tempted before, but never before had they gotten this close, and never before had it felt like such a perfect opportunity, a dream about to come true.

She was living in a row house, so her closest neighbors lived within earshot and vision range of her patio. A single camera would suffice to turn this into another entry in the 'amateur' section, her own likeness only concealed by a pair of shades as she turned into the wank material for countless faceless girls and so many guys online, receiving spicy comments like the ones she had anonymously left on other videos.

Opal looked around, hastily scanning her surroundings for the flash of a camera lens or the eyes of curious spectators. She barely got time to assess the risk, though, as Crescent already moved closer and started to lick her sweaty pubic hair, dragging her mind back to the distracting spot between her thighs. Not quite daring to touch her pussy yet, he still moved close enough to engulf her in a cloud of his potent male musk, and while it was rank and acrid enough to drive tears to her eyes, it also affected her like a potent aphrodisiac, stoking her arousal until she could no longer think of anything else.

She needed relief now, especially since she hadn't found any time to alleviate her pent-up arousal this week. Maybe her fingers would do? she briefly wondered. She just had to push Crescent aside and slip them in. All lubricated and dripping with his spit, she would even get a part of him inside her, but wasn't that unfair? After all, he seemed as eager about this opportunity as she was, and leaving him to watch while she masturbated with his saliva felt cruel. Too cruel.

There was no stepping back from this, and she was outdoors, too! Somebody was bound to get evidence of this, and they would...

"Fuck the consequences, I need this," Opal whined under her breath and let go of Crescent's horn, tapping his cheeks twice to garner his attention. With a thrilled smile, she nodded at him and whispered, "Go for it, handsome. Lick me!"

The absol paused and looked up at her, tilting his head with a surprised coo before a broad, winning smile grew on his lips. His large pink tongue still hung from his muzzle as he returned to her crotch and this time he didn't even bother with her glistening, spit-soaked pubes. No, he went even lower and pressed his warm, wet muscle against her pussy, covering it all the way from the bottom to her stiff, throbbing clit.

Crescent hadn't even moved his tongue yet, but the touch alone and all the taboo behind it sent a mighty shiver through Opal's body. This was actually happening! She was actually letting her absol do this! She bit her lip and inhaled sharply before she let out a deep, trembling moan, tensing up as the gentle pressure against her folds stirred a fresh wave of bubbly joy. Peering deep into his vast blue eyes, she whimpered, "O-okay. Y-you can go on, sweetie. Please, lick me."

Her plea elicited a resonant purr from the absol, and he gave her exactly what she asked for, dragging his tongue across her sensitive bead and back. Once he had swallowed the first muzzleful of her juices, he instantly went for seconds and unceremoniously began to eat her out as if he was drinking from a bowl of water, lapping at her cunt with quick, forceful slurps and greedy snorts.

After stewing in her own arousal for this long, after all the teasing and months of temptations, Opal couldn't have asked for anything better than Crescent's feral affection, and his every lick elicited another blast of stimulation in her loins, stoking her scorching arousal into a raging wildfire until she was dripping with sweat. The blazing sun didn't make her situation any better, and her gasps and groans grew ever more laborious as she baked in the mounting heat, but it couldn't diminish her delight in the slightest while she lived through one of the most intense moments of her life. Nothing she had tried so far could compare to the absol going wild on her pussy, not her fingers nor the largest toy she owned, and his tongue wasn't even inside yet, too busy circling and flicking it against her clit!

"Oh fuck, you're amazing, sweetie," Opal moaned and grabbed the male's curved black horn to pull him closer, but he refused her horny gesture with a forceful waggle of his head. He didn't even budge an inch as she wrapped her thighs around his back, enjoying her pussy entirely on his terms.

Another minute passed, and Crescent still hadn't gone any deeper. He rather spent his time worshiping her folds with his restless tongue, working her labia and everything around it until her entire crotch was soaked and shining with his spit and her juices. It was so much, their mixed fluids streamed down her butt and dripped off his chin to pool a dark, damp spot on her lounger, and where he gorged himself with lusty grunts and noisy gulps, messily drinking down as much of her sticky nectar as he could get, she was consumed by a surging craving for more. This wasn't enough! She wanted him inside her clenching cunt, so she tugged at his horn to move him closer, but to no avail. Below his thick, luxurious coat of fur lay a body bulging with muscles and a headstrong mind that required something more convincing than her needy whimpers and writhing to reconsider his approach.

"Arceus, Crescent, d-deeper! Harder! Please, I need your tongue inside me," Opal finally burst out. "Please, I can't take this any longer!"

Her begging whine electrified the absol, and he paused his oral assault for just a moment, waiting for her pussy's contractions to calm down before he slammed his tongue inside her, turning her fledgling frustration into a loud, lustful scream of pleasure as his powerful muscle curled and rubbed against her G-spot. The rest of her tight, sensitive channel soon received just as much of his bestial love as he thrashed and writhed his tongue around in violent contortions, and he wouldn't let up for a single second while he worked it ever deeper inside her.

The insertion was so sudden, so violent, it almost pushed Opal over the edge then and there, but her own cry delayed the imminent eruption as she realized how noisy she was. At that point, she wouldn't have been surprised if the entire neighborhood had heard her scream, and she hastily pressed both hands against her mouth to stifle her voice, but she couldn't stop the unstoppable as the absol's enthusiasm carried her into a dizzying orgasm. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her fingers clenched around her cheeks, and her cunt exploded into a flurry of contractions, squirting her sticky juices all over Crescent's furred muzzle.

If any of her neighbors decided to investigate her cry, they would find her like this, almost naked and utterly enamored with her absol's tongue, his muzzle wrapped around her cunt and flush with her sweaty skin. Few situations were more unambiguous and incriminating than this, and it only added insult to injury that she had wrapped her legs around Crescent's back, seemingly forcing him to eat her out...

But thanks to her mind-crushing high, her brewing concerns hardly reached her, no matter how persistent and valid they were. Besides, on the pinnacle of ecstasy, the risk of being discovered only added to her thrill, sweeping up all her doubts and worries in a storm of senseless bliss while her pussy and every muscle in her abdomen contracted in a furious frenzy. Again and again, her folds tightened so hard that Crescent could barely wiggle his tongue inside her taut channel, only for them to rapidly loosen up with everything else.

Clenching and slackening in a relentless cycle, Opal wished her climax would last forever, suspending her in an eternity of heavenly joy, but sadly, it was already drawing to a close, and as her contractions faded, so did the tension in her limbs. Cramped up for so long, her arms and legs slackened so abruptly, she lost control over her body and fell off the sun lounger into the shadows, crashing onto her patio's wooden paneling with a stunned groan. This wasn't at all the outcome she had hoped for, but at least it was a little cooler here, allowing some of the immense heat within her body to dissipate while she spent another minute collapsed on the ground, recovering with deep breaths.

Opal's heart still hammered in her heaving chest when she eventually rolled onto her back, and she was immediately greeted by the sight of her absol's hulking body. He had followed her into the shadows, and his muzzle hovered above her wet, dripping crotch as if nothing had happened, eagerly sampling her scent with flaring nostrils. However, his muzzle wasn't the first thing she noticed, as Crescent had turned around and gotten into a position he had assumed many times before: standing next to her, he had raised one of his hindlegs as if he was about to piss against a wall, which coincidentally gave her a perfect view of his thick, throbbing cock.

The shape and color of an absol's penis was another thing Opal was well acquainted with, both from Crescent's random phases of arousal as well as from the many, many videos she had watched online. Like a mixture of an arcanine's shaft and a luxray's rod, his endowment was dark red and interspersed with an intricate net of purple veins. His glans was tapered like an arrow and encircled by small, sparkling barbs like a collar, and from there, his shaft thickened ever more to the center before narrowing a little where it disappeared in his sweaty, fuzzy sheath. And while she hadn't seen Crescent's knot before, she could tell that it was just as big as the rest of him. Almost none of the absols and feral males in those clips online had been as hung as him, and even the two nuts dangling between his hindlegs were massive, each of the furless black orbs as large as her entire fist and enveloped in a glistening, dripping layer of sweat.

Her speechless wonder was cut short when the absol's rod suddenly started jumping and flexing vigorously, a strained grunt slipping from his maw as he pushed hard, over and over again.

"Crescent? What are you doing there, sweetie?" Opal whispered in a mix of curiosity and concern. His position betrayed his intentions, but she didn't move, as she was too absorbed by the thrilling sight of his endowments and hadn't quite processed the implications yet. He couldn't possibly mean to pee on her, could he?

Although the absol was rock-hard and leaking pre, he eventually managed to push hard enough to blast a squirt of steaming golden piss right onto Opal's cleavage. The messy splash made her flinch, and it was merely the herald of a larger flood when he finally unleashed the rest in a thin, hissing stream of pungent yellow. Her immediate reaction and the fact that she was his trainer, his owner didn't seem to faze him, though, and he casually continued to lap at her cunt while he urinated all over her tits.

He was pissing on her! Claiming her like a lowly bitch! She had only ever seen this behavior in wildlife documentaries and that one infamous video she had found a couple of months ago. No doubt, if she allowed him to assert himself like this, it would irrecoverably reshape their relationship. At least nobody would see this while she was nestled into the crook between her lounger and the tall, thick hedge.

The insolent treatment should've infuriated Opal since she had chided him for the very same behavior countless times before. Signposts and tree trunks were fine targets for a leak, but she had lectured him so often about it when he had marked one of her belongings, be it the side of her bedpost, a batch of fresh clothing, or the wheel of her car. Now, he was marking her, but instead of invoking her fury or disgust, her absol's dominance only stoked the fire of her arousal. Every drop of his pungent piss exacerbated that thrill, and instead of objecting, she moaned with perverted joy as she reached for his barbed rod and wrapped her hand around it, assuming control over the stream of urine.

She had to push it away! She had to put an end to this! If she encouraged him now, he would assume that she welcomed their new roles. He would become her master, and she would become his pet for the rest of this mating, and likely for every mating to come. Perhaps it would even make him pushier and more assertive overall. A risky prospect with a creature so much bigger and stronger than her.

Opal's doubts were piping up again, but they were swiftly drowned out when she realized that she was about to mate with her beloved absol. They had been together for a few years now, and she had fantasized about this very moment for at least a hundred nights. There was no doubt about it, she was about to do something stupid when she parted her lips and angled Crescent's rod toward her face. A garbled groan escaped her as the stream of hot piss splashed into her mouth and across her cheeks, and the strong aroma of urine swiftly enveloped her entire tongue and every last taste bud. She didn't manage to swallow any of it, though, gagging at the pungent taste and reflexively spitting everything out again, but the growing, dripping mess on her face and in her hair spoke volumes. His scent was now spread across her entire upper body, in no small part because of her intervention.

Crescent rewarded his trainer's submission with a playful lick across her belly, and when his stream of pee finally ebbed, he lowered his hindleg and unceremoniously planted his rump on her face, pinning her head to the piss-soaked wooden panels while he continued to lap at her crotch with a contented grunt.

Opal squeaked as Crescent's massive breeding orbs suddenly encompassed her entire vision, his sweaty sheath pressing against her lips while his fat, swollen rod settled between her breasts. With her nose buried in his crotch, his scent and aroma were stronger than ever, and his ripe, sweaty musk mixed with the tangy taste of fresh piss to net her lips and permeate her every breath with a cocktail so intense, it made her choke and tear up. But at the same time, the rank mixture fueled her depraved lust as much as his passionate cunnilingus, and she groaned as her arousal grew faster than she could handle.

At least, her next task was clear as day. Since she didn't have many options in her current position, she slipped out her tongue and brushed it across his sheath, licking him as thoroughly as he licked her. She received her rewards immediately, as he thrust his eager taster deep into her pussy and lubricated her cleavage with a splash of warm, sticky pre. A moment later, he even took advantage of the tight cleft with a probing thrust. Her red bikini top posed a brief obstacle to the absol's plans, as his tip got entangled in the fabric, but he dealt with it as unceremoniously as with her bottom, shredding it with a single strike of his claw before he shoved his barbed fuck meat even deeper into her cleavage and began to hump her tits in a horny frenzy.

As Crescent moved forward, he dragged his swollen nuts across Opal's lips, and she mindlessly spread her affection to his big, sweaty orbs, her tongue dancing across them in a pink blur to wash them with her spit. She also tried to swallow his sack, but even just one of his balls was too big to fit in her mouth, and he was humping her too hard for her to try anyway.

But no matter how quickly the absol humped her tits, it was never enough as he whined with sorely unsatisfied need, and it didn't get better when she pressed her breasts tightly against his rod, because he still stopped after a few more thrusts and got up. This wasn't enough anymore. He was desperate for more, insistently tapping and pawing at her butt to make that understood.

Crescent's request fell on open ears, as Opal had been longingly awaiting this moment. "You wanna mount me, don't you, big boy?" she purred and rolled over, heaving herself on all fours the best she could. Her arms and legs were still trembling after the intense licking, and she was so thoroughly soaked that it was surprisingly chilly in the shadow of the hedge. At least that was something the absol could remedy when he mounted her with his hot, hulking body, only for her to immediately collapse under his weight, slumping onto the dark wood and a puddle of his piss with a strained groan.

This time, the absol didn't give her any time to recover. She yelped as he thrust forward and jabbed his tip against her inner thigh, and while he didn't manage to find her dripping, needy slit on his first try, he wasted no time trying again, and again, huffing and snorting as he humped her with fiery desire. Clenching a paw around her shoulder, he pinned her even harder against the ground and assaulted her cheeks with a slobbery assault of licks and kisses. Drooling all over her sweaty, freckled skin, his tongue flailed across her face, treating her lips with the same feral affection as her ear.

As so many times before, Opal couldn't object to her absol's zealous licking, not because it cracked her up and sent her into a giggle fit, but because she was too horny to care. All semblance of authority over him had evaporated in the senseless rush and she had completely transformed into his moaning, whining bitch, eager and desperate to have him inside her as his frantic thrusts inched ever closer to her slit. She gasped and clenched up every time his tip prodded her asshole, slipping in just deep enough to stir a flurry of tingles, but he never pushed any deeper than that, even if his throaty growls grew louder, fiercer, needier. No, he was out for a proper mating, a thorough breeding that only her cunt could provide.

"Ah fuck, slow down and take your time, sweetie," she whined as Crescent kept stabbing her thighs with his tip, shifting away from his target again. "Please, just a little to get it in, will you?"

The absol growled unwillingly, but he eventually heeded her advice and slowed down his hectic humping. The instant he stopped moving, his tip almost magically aligned with her pussy, spreading her labia ever so slightly. Signifying his gratitude with a loving lick across her cheek, he granted Opal another second to brace herself before he finally claimed her with a single forceful thrust.

Opal's mind erupted into a dazzling firework as Crescent rammed his rod all the way inside her tight, wet cunt. The sensation surpassed anything her fingers and toys had ever achieved, outperforming even his tongue's heavenly ministrations as it was so long and thick that it reached and stretched out every inch of her channel, filling her so much it created a fat, throbbing bulge on her abdomen.

In fact, the first thrust alone nearly pushed the redheaded woman over the edge, and while it wasn't enough to make her cum on the spot, it scrambled her brain so much that she could no longer control herself. All tension escaped her limbs and her jaw dropped down while a throaty cry erupted from the deepest depths of her lungs, resounding with a level of ecstasy that surpassed even her neighbor's screams of joy every night her husband rearranged her insides. And as if her initial cry hadn't been incriminating enough, she howled even harder when Crescent pulled back out, all the little barbs on his prick standing up and raking across the sensitive insides of her cunt. Blinding pain flashed through her head, but it was nothing compared to the wave of pleasure that succeeded it. This hurt a lot, but it hurt so good, stimulating all the best spots, and the next time he plunged his colossal schlong inside her, she finally erupted. Another glorious climax seized her, and it wrecked her poor, overwhelmed mind so much, she lost it in every way imaginable.

Dragging her nails across the wooden panels of her patio, Opal came with a rapturous scream and powerful, frenzied contractions. Her pussy clenched so hard, it almost hurt as much as Crescent's spiked tip, but her clenching didn't slow his thrusts in the slightest. On the contrary, he welcomed her climax with a triumphant growl and rammed his big, barbed rod in and out of her even harder, cherishing the frantic cock massage while the raw, brutal force in his thrusts catapulted her orgasm into even greater heights.

The rough pounding also made Opal squirt harder than ever before. With every contraction, a fresh squirt of her juices splattered onto her thighs, and soon enough, her spurts merged into one constant, hissing stream of liquid. Initially, she didn't comprehend the damp heat that spread across her legs, too entranced by her absol's massive fuck rod to put two and two together, but then, a wave of odd relief washed through her and it finally clicked: she was pissing herself!

The absol was fucking her so hard, she had lost control over her bladder, and it didn't take long until he noticed her lapse, too. A crude chuckle escaped his throat and he unceremoniously doubled his speed, hammering her quaking, pissing pussy in a violent blur to turn her golden stream into a messy splatter. His fat, drooping nuts joined the dirty fun as well, swinging against her crotch with wet, sloppy claps until they were thoroughly soaked with her pee.

Eventually, Opal's bladder ran dry and her uncontrollable eruption ceased, but she barely got time to recover from her high. While she had been cumming her brains out, Crescent's knot had begun to engorge, and with every thrust, his sheath peeled back another sliver to reveal more and more of the swelling crimson bulb. With her head pinned to the floor, she couldn't see it, and her teary vision had deteriorated into blurry shapes and shadows anyway, but the daunting size of the absol's knot hardly remained a secret as he battered it against her reddened, sore cunt. It had to be at least the size of a fist, she recalled from the clips online, and it wasn't even fully inflated yet!

His size and her tightness didn't stop the male from attempting a tie, though. If anything, the bigger his knot grew, the more desperately, the more viciously he pounded her to try and get it in before it grew too big to fit. He even wrapped his jaw around her neck, his sharp canines poking her sweaty skin as he enforced that one decisive iota of control he needed to push his knot inside her.

When the tie finally happened, time itself slowed down to a crawl. Stretched to her limits, a wet, meaty pop rang in Opal's ears as the rest of Crescent's bulb emerged from his sheath and slipped into her sensitive depths, crushing her G-spot and squeezing her clit from the inside. She screamed at the top of her lungs as the massive knot settled inside her, still growing larger with powerful pulses, and his tip moved deeper than even her largest toy, piercing through her cervix to inject the first squirt of his hot, thick seed into her womb, creating a sensation she had never experienced before when the excruciating pain and intense pleasure from this violation blended into each other.

Ultimately, it was the overwhelming intensity of the act that carried most of Opal's orgasm. Every spurt of cum felt like a punch to the guts, every pulse and flex of Crescent's barbed, knotted rod drowned her brain with fresh stimulation, every scratch and nick of his claws and teeth stirred a thrilling pain, and the knowledge that her own absol was mating with her, breeding with her, infused her with a depraved delight, a satisfaction so wrong, yet as thoroughly fulfilling as his endless reserve of semen. And when she succumbed to another orgasm, Crescent let out a thundering howl to celebrate his triumph over the bitch he had claimed.

And while Crescent towered above Opal proud and tall, his chest pushed out and mane puffed up while he pumped rope after rope of his virile semen inside her, she just lay there in a puddle of piss, her favorite bikini in shreds while her belly swelled with the incomprehensible amount of cum he dumped inside her uterus. She was sweaty and disheveled, red streaks and scratches plastered all across her body, but she regretted nothing, not even a little of what she had allowed him to do.

Would her body and cunt be sore and aching the next day? As certainly as the sun rose the next morning! Would she have to scrub and clean the mess they had made? Every last bit to remove the tiniest bit of the evidence! Was there a chance somebody heard her scream and howl in mindless bliss? Had somebody spotted her and Crescent? Had somebody watched and taped her piss over herself as the absol dominated her? At this point, she would've been surprised if not…

Yet, Opal didn't care about any of the consequences, because she had never felt this alive. Finally, she had gotten to mate with her absol, and it had been more intense and messier than anything she had seen online. He had claimed her, used her, ruined her with his bestial, knotted prick, and she had loved every second of it. It was a rush so powerful, it was addictive, and it had only taken her utter submission to him to attain it. A small price to pay…

"Fuck, Crescent, you really did a number on me, you horny beast," she groaned under her breath and sluggishly reached for her cunt, rubbing her swollen clit to extend her orgasm. At that moment, she looked up and peered through the metal frame of her sun lounger to the other side of her patio, only to spot a pair of pink ears and clear blue eyes peeking out of the hedge. The neighbor's sylveon was watching them with an open muzzle and brazen curiosity! How long had he been there? How much had he seen? Opal couldn't tell, and her mind was so fuzzy from all her orgasms and overstimulation that she couldn't react even if she tried. Besides, a split-second after making eye contact, the other male whirled around and escaped into the bushes, only a faint rustling indicating his presence as he took his leave.

Opal wordlessly stared at the bushes for another moment before Crescent claimed her attention with a big, fat lick across her face. "Ack! Not so rough, handsome," she giggled before he shut her up with a sudden kiss, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth. A second passed, then another, but he refused to pull away, indulging her tongue in an ever wilder, sloppier dance while his body vibrated with a deep, contented purr.

Half a minute later, the absol finally broke the kiss and tended to the damage he had caused, gently licking the scratches that littered her body. His orgasm was still ongoing, and his gargantuan fuck meat kept pulsing and squirting inside her, slowly rounding her bloated midriff with his gooey seed, but his relentless, overbearing horniness had made way for a much more tender, caring kind of dominance.

So when Opal's mind settled into a cozy afterglow, Crescent's affection sparked a strange flutter in her chest, and with it came one more question: had this been just a bout of lust and horniness? Did he only see her as his subby, needy cocksleeve, or was there more to it? In any case, something had changed between them, and she had a feeling that the coming hours and days would reveal more about the consequences of this encounter.