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Despite his normally calm and boring life, Gael had recently found himself hiding and locking himself in whatever room was closest, running from the majestic white beast roaming his halls.

He could hear her breathing on the other side of his locked door, patiently waiting for him to expose himself and get caught in her inescapable clutches. There was little Gael could do to survive other than hope she got tired and left but he knew better than to believe in miracles.

"Please, Taara, we don't have to resort to violence." Gael pleaded with the merciless alolan ninetales, getting a frosty huff as his only response.

There was no escape from her, it was only a matter of time until she got him, and when she did he would regret hiding from her. The repeating thuds at the bathroom door only served to prove how persistent she was and how little she cared for the safety of his last barrier. He knew it wouldn't hold if Taara ever decided to use her full strength but he had no other choice if he was to survive.

Wooden creaks followed every heavy bang and Gael wondered if his medical bill would cost more than hiring someone to fix his door should it come down to him having to choose between the two. Taara's determination to get to him, however, made it easier to decide which one he cared about more.

"Taara, we can talk about this, right?" Gael asked from the corner furthest away from the now silent ninetales.

Several seconds passed, bearing no evidence of the danger that had been there moments ago, and Gael could feel the air around him grow colder when the door suddenly flew open, letting in the flushed and incredibly frustrated pokemon he'd been running from.

"H-hey Taara, surprised to see you here." Gael gulped as she took her first step towards him.

"I wonder if that really good tv show we watched yesterday is on." Taara took another step, followed by her third, forth, and fifth, her breath getting heavier with each one.

"Why don't we order some food from that restaurant you really like?" Her cool breath hit his face, somehow carrying with it the intense heat in her eyes.

"Please?"

Now face to face, Taara dragged her tongue along his lips, slipping it into his mouth before locking him into a deep kiss, her eyes boring into Gael's with all the fury of a denied female.

Although the kiss was brief, it felt like hours had gone by, lasting about as long as Gael's decency. Impatient from all the effort it took her to get to him, Taara practically tore his clothes off and lathered his body with hers, covering whatever part of him her tongue couldn't reach with her paws, and whatever her paws couldn't reach with her tails.

Gael was buried in a mountain of luxurious, warm fur, blissfully soaking up Taara's unending affection while she explored his body, finding the perfect place to put her soft paws to use.

Taara lapped at the underside of his neck while her paws grabbed his hardening member, using her silky pads to stroke his length after putting his tip in its rightful place, pressing against her swollen spade. Despite Gael getting all of the attention, it almost seemed like she was enjoying it far more with her shivering body, trembling hindlegs, and small whines giving away how desperate she was.

Slick heat dripped down Gael's length in a steady stream of ninetales arousal, leaving his shaft slick enough to glide along her puffy entrance to her ecstacy, occasionally making her thrust her hips in an attempt to get more of the wonderful contact.

Gael watched her eyes roll back and her body stiffen, before completely melting on top of him, and felt a rush of hot fluids flow down his cock onto the tiled floor. He had never seen her shake so much, practically witnessing the regal ninetales become a blur of pure bliss.

If her breathing hadn't been unsteady before, it barely came in any form other than ragged breaths and broken huffs for the better part of a minute or two, leaving her more tired than she'd expected, yet the burning that came from within her demanded more.

The temptation to enjoy the main course now crossed her mind but she hadn't taken her revenge for his rebellion. Her pride wouldn't allow her to give him his release so soon when he'd done his utmost to defy her needs.

She took her time to gather enough strength to shove her cunt into Gael's face, immediately losing what little willpower she'd mustered the second his tongue passed along her entrance, relying on his hands to hold her rear up.

No matter how hard Gael tried to lap up her fluids, more spilled out, overwhelming his tongue's ability to clean the delectable vixen. However, he continued his sisyphean task, watching Taara shiver when his tongue delved too deep or his lips kissed her sex.

Taara could barely hold her own weight and her ability to stay fully conscious wavered with each passing second, her body pushed to it's limit by the added sensitivity of her heat and recent orgasm. Already struggling to hold on, her brain completely shut off as Gael's mouth closed around her spade and he suckled on the oversensitive femininity while his tongue probed deeper than before into her quivering depths.

Gael swore he could see the smoke rising from her head as she failed to process all of the sensations coming from her snatch but her body responded for her, filling Gael's mouth with sweet juices that he eagerly swallowed.

Her heart skipped several beats before spiking in an effort to catch up. In the few seconds it took for her to recover, she was already well on her way to her third climax and Gael's erection exigently bopped her on the nose, demanding some form of pleasure in return.

Taara was just as receptive to his arousal as he was to hers and his enticing scent urged her to take deeper breaths before she could get a taste. She opened her mouth and swallowed Gael's length inch by inch, suckling on what was in her maw before taking more.

Somehow, through unknown means, she managed to excite herself further, pushing the girth in her muzzle all the way to her throat and further still, devouring as much of him as she could until there was nothing left. Had he not been a victim of her love every year, he would have made the mistake of considering the tight clenching around his shaft heaven, but he knew all too well what too much of a good thing felt like.

The urge to give in was just as strong as always, to surrender to the fox bouncing her head up and down between his legs like it was all that she lived for or to the subtle yet fierce taste of her supple flesh that he was powerless to resist. It meant very little, in the end, which of the many things he adored about her was responsible for his subservience to her needs since it would inevitably end either with his head between her legs and hers between his or through the more intimate union they were accustomed to.

Her paws held desperately onto as much of Gael as they could, feeling him build up the load she was so dutifully working towards while rapidly approaching the limits of her own will power. Gael's hands had a similar reaction, gripping on tightly to Taara's firm behind, putting more strain on her already wavering hindlegs.

He ate at her strength as his tongue delved as deep as it could into her quivering snatch, battling her in a contest of wills, of who would outlast the other.When he believed he couldn't last any longer, she broke, making an even bigger mess of his face and floor, leaving him trapped beneath the vixen's weight as she was left a pleasured pile of fluffy fur.

In that moment, Gael saw his opportunity to escape her clutches and save whatever was left of his day from her mischievous plans, his one chance to make a getaway, yet the promise of more from his vixen was very enticing, especially since he hadn't gotten his release.

Time wasn't on his side and pretty soon he was slowly pulling away from the exhausted Taara, making it halfway to the door before the vulpine noticed.

"H-hey Taara, I promise I'm not trying to run away," Gael stammered, bringing his hands up to defend himself from her hungry gaze. "I-I'm just… getting something to drink. Yeah, that's what I'm doing."

"Nine," she growled as she crept closer to him, pushing her face into his as her eyes challenged him to defy her again and her paws lined his member up with her entrance, rubbing his tip against her sopping cunt.

"I… Fuck," Gael whimpered before she impaled herself in a single motion, shoving his length as far into her depths as possible.

Taara's growls became purrs that rumbled through her body and all her earlier exhaustion was replaced by even more of her furious lust, demanding of her what she sought anyways, Gael's seed deep within her womb.

Her seemingly endless energy never failed to amaze Gael, no matter how many times he fell to her whims, but he was only human and, despite how much Taara wished the contrary, he could only go so far. In the end, he failed to match her movements and couldn't do much besides let her have her way as he always did.

The burning in his muscles and lungs as he pushed himself to keep pace with the insatiable ninetails were one of Gael's signs that he had reached his limits and his body had already run out of steam, so when he finally felt his body give up for good, he chose to go with it.

Taara noticed a little bit too late that Gael had fallen to the sweet mercy of slumber but when she did, she let out a frustrated huff before preparing herself for round 2, making sure she's nice and clean for the inevitable.