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** Here for the porn? Skip to page 5. If you'd like a bit more back story, however, I put a good amount of work into the other stuff, so I recommend you read that first J

"So, still think you got what it takes to beat me?"

"Oho, when'd you get so bold? Oh right. According to you, that's my fault. Sorry."

"Ah, you're all talk. You know I'll kick your ass, you're just afraid you've lost your touch."

"You're pushin it."

"Do something about it."

...

I leaned against the stadium wall, waiting for Charr to cross the arena. It'd been awhile since I'd sparred with him. Come to think of it, I don't think I'd faced off with him since he'd evolved. Probably why he wanted to do this in the first place. Being about 2 feet shorter than me, he usually felt like he had something to prove. It was kind of funny, really: here he was, under the pretense that he wasn't good enough for me, always striving to assert his worth as a teammate; he just didn't understand that he didn't need to prove himself to me. I couldn't find a better partner anywhere; ever since I met him, he'd always been loyal, honest, helpful, courteous...a good guy in general. Alas, here we were. He had always been a bit naïve, after all.

I hopped in place a bit to get my blood flowing. I shook my arms out, jerked my neck side to side. I felt my feathers rustle in the breeze. It had been awhile since I'd fought anyone, but I was feeling great. The sun was high in the sky, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. I could feel the energy course through my body. I was alive. I was ready.

"You ready?"

Look at that, he's a psychic type.

"Bring it on, hotshot."

He stepped first, of course. He swung his arms in wide arcs as he ran, probably in an attempt to throw me off guard. His style was all about constant motion, whereas mine was focused more on balancing solidity with my aerodynamic design. It favored our specialties: him, his extremely dexterous feet hands and speed; me, my powerful legs and larger size.

I let him come.

Not ten feet away, he flipped forward, flawlessly transitioning his run into an iron tail. It shredded the ground I had been standing on milliseconds prior. Planning to use his forward momentum to my advantage, I aimed a heavy kick at his midsection; however, he had already touched down and propelled himself into another flip, flying forward and over my leg. He landed on the stadium wall, pushing himself off and straight at me.

I jumped straight up, ducking forward and bringing my legs over my head in a flip kick. However, my talon didn't connect with his face. His hand caught my leg and hung on as I completed my flip. His speed was incredible: before I had even touched the ground, he had maneuvered himself to the back of my leg. Using the force of my missed kick to propel him, he flipped up onto my back, grabbing my shoulders with his hands. As I landed, I saw him whip over my head with his feet extended at my face. I closed my eyes.

The impact was painful, to say the least. I felt his grip on my shoulders release as I flew backward headfirst, banging my head against the ground. I fell into an ungraceful backwards roll, coming to rest on one knee, monkey feet prints burned into my face. He stood there, grinning, his body in a stance mockingly similar to my own starting posture.

"Getting slow, are we?"

"You act like you've already won."

"Who says I haven't?"

Concentrating my energy, I pumped my legs and sprinted towards him. I was ready for payback, but I kept myself calm. Using my speed, I propelled myself into a powerful chest-level flying kick. He read it perfectly, jumping over me and swinging a fist at my face. I deflected his punch with one arm while using my other talon to grab his tail. I imagined the shocked expression on his face as I flipped backward, pulling him underneath me and dragging him through the dirt before releasing my grip, sending him careening into the stadium wall. There was a loud crash as the concrete shattered and debris flew from his site of impact.

As the dust began to settle, he stepped out of the small crater, tossing rubble aside. He brushed himself off.

"Maybe you oughta get that thing bobbed."

"Funny guy, huh?"

"You know it, short stuff."

That pissed him off. His brow furrowed intensely and he snarled, baring his teeth. I almost considered giving him the 'come get me' claw flex, but I restrained myself. I wanted him mad, not determined.

He turned around, walking back into the hole in the stadium wall. He searched around for a minute, looking for something. I wasn't sure what to expect. Seemingly finding it, he took a step back. Aiming carefully, he raised his hand and chopped clean through the rock. He moved about 3 feet to the left and repeated the action. My confusion subsided as I saw him perform a final kick, shattering the rock between the chop marks to reveal a neatly separated steel bar, which rolled into his hand.

"Figured I'd mix things up a bit."

I wouldn't be so worried if I hadn't seen him use a staff before.

To get a feel for it, he spun it a bit, bringing it over his head, around his back...it was like a dance, watching him use it with such grace and simultaneous deadliness. He walked towards me, still spinning his makeshift weapon with all of the elegance and fatal precision of a diving pidgeot.

I decided to make sure he wasn't too comfortable on his stroll over. I jumped into the air and began hurling fire balls at him. Without skipping a beat, he spun the pole in front of him, completely stopping each attack in a flurry of flames and metal. Charging my energy, I opened my mouth and blew a fire blast at him. He flipped over the scorching flames, landing with his feet balanced on his upright staff. He remained perched there like a wingull, a smug grin on his face, the ground behind him scorched black.

"Hope you can do better than that!"

Seeing an opportunity, I dove at him when I landed, aiming a sweeping kick at the bottom of the staff. My shin connected, but he had already jumped, and the staff simply spun in place. I attempted to kick it away, but he had already grabbed it with his feet and pulled it over my leg. He landed on his hands then quickly dropped to his back, where he started a defensive capoeira roll, using the staff to create a wall of flying steel around him. Unsure what to do, I threw a heavy kick at him, but his staff caught my raised heel and spun me off balance. I felt the rod connect with my other leg, sweeping my planted foot out from under me. I fell hard on my back.

A bit dazed, I looked up, unsure of what to expect. I saw a black silhouette falling towards me against the outline of the sun. Thinking quickly, I rolled backward. I heard a loud metallic snap against the ground I had been laying on. Coming to balance on my feet, I pushed forward and leaned my upper body back, extending both legs into a horizontal jump kick. I caught a glimpse of the surprised expression on his face before my legs connected with his chest, sending him flying backward. Finding myself on my back again, I jumped up and caught sight of him still in mid-flight. He aimed the pole down, driving it into the ground to slow himself.

I jumped toward him, intent on keeping him off balance. He managed to bring himself to a stop just as I reached him. Still moving forward, I aimed a running kick at his face. He rolled to the side to dodge it. Spinning on my planted claw, I brought my other leg down to ground level in a sweeping kick. He barely managed to jump over it. Continuing my spin, I raised my leg to about chest-level, where his jump had placed him. My shin connected with his shoulder, sending him sprawling a few feet away.

Down but not out, he quickly regained his composure. He ran at me this time, spinning his weapon on his right side. Intent on keeping him on the defensive, I charged to meet him halfway. He brought the pole up in a sideways slash, which I blocked (somewhat painfully) with my forearm. He spun in the opposite direction, using a two-handed grip to swing the pole. I performed another sweep kick, spinning in the opposite direction below his attack. My foot connected with his as I felt a rush of air overhead. Leaning hard into him, I threw an elbow up into his airborne body, which I felt connect with his chest. He flew backwards, but managed to regain his footing as he landed.

He rushed me again. He faked a horizontal downward swing which I fell for and instead quickly stabbed my gut. Using the opposite end of the pole, he delivered a smack to my head, still defenseless due to my claw instinctively clenching my stomach. He jumped up, kicking me hard in the chest. As I leaned my head back from the impact, I saw him flip backwards out of his kick, the pole underneath of him, swinging up hard-

My jaw provided me with a wealth of pain as the steel connected, sending me flying backward headfirst. I landed rather painfully a few seconds later, my head digging a trench in the dirt.

Through my daze, I felt quickening footsteps pounding the ground. Despite my aching jaw, I rolled onto my back and spun my legs, bringing myself up to a standing position. He was on me a second later. It was all I could do to block his swings, each attack paining whichever limb I chose to sacrifice for the better of my body.

Realizing I was going to get my ass kicked at this rate, I did the only thing that I could to escape his onslaught of strikes: I jumped.

As I ascended, I shook my head, slapping myself a couple times. I pondered what I should expect when I landed. Glancing down, I saw Charr standing approximately where my shadow was in the noon sunlight. Suddenly, flames erupted around him, a ring of fire encircling the ground he stood on. He jerked his arms upward, and the flames converged into a gigantic spinning inferno headed...my way.

Oh. Shit.

Thinking quickly, I got into a diving position. I threw my arms out to my sides and pulled hard to my right, causing myself to spin in the opposite direction of the flames. Heating the air around me in a circular current, I increased the speed of my spin. I only hoped it would be fast enough. I felt my feathers ignite from the heat I was generating.

The flames hit me, engulfing me before being slowed by my own spin. They began shifting, weakening, dissipating in the air around me. After a good 5 seconds, the flames had vanished. The counterclockwise movement from the tornado of fire caused me to finish my spin about 50 feet away from the ground. I was about to brace myself for a landing when I noticed Charr was still right there, waiting for me to land with a braced swing. I focused my energy into my right leg, using my already high velocity to propel myself into a powerful diving stab with my foot. Realizing too late how much force was behind my attack, Charr attempted to leap out of the way.

I landed. The impact was a bit jarring. The ground flew up around me, creating a large hole in the stadium floor. Regaining my composure, I jumped out of the crater to find Charr struggling to his feet. Pressing my advantage, I ran at him.

He ducked under my first kick, a horizontal swipe at his head. My second, a rising vertical swing, he avoided by jumping backward. However, as my leg reached the height of the kick, I brought my heel down hard on him. Still off balance, he had no choice but to throw his staff up in a feeble attempt to block it. My talon easily shattered the steel rod, splintering it in the middle.

I spun into a roundhouse, which he managed to actually stop by grabbing with his paw. However, I leaped off of my other foot, spinning while he held my leg. Bringing my left foot around and over my right, I connected with his cheek, causing him to release his grip on my other leg as he was forced to the ground.

Landing nimbly on my feet, I charged him again. He managed to push himself to a standing position before I caught up with him. I jumped slightly, bringing my legs in line with his upper body.

I scissor kicked. The first blow connected with his left paw, which he had raised in a feeble attempt to block. The second hit his right forearm, knocking his last defense away and leaving his body unguarded. My third kick found his face.

He flew backwards, skipping across the ground once, twice, thrice, before colliding with the stadium wall. He slid down slowly, finally coming to rest on the ground, arms lying limply by his side.

~

"All right, I think that oran berry did the trick."

He leans his head against the wall. I don't want to look at him right now, so I rest my eyes on the wall opposite where our rescue team bandannas are hung, focusing on a small crack in the stone.

"...Aw c'mon, don't take it so hard. You pretty much had me up until the end there. You would have beaten anyone else easy."

"Yeah, yeah...anyone else..."

...Just not him.

"What's that supposed to mean? You're a great fighter! You can't seriously hold me as the only person worth comparing yourself to?"

I let the question hang. How would I even begin to explain this? I know I'm amongst the elite rescue team members. I know that other pokemon respect me for my abilities. I don't care. They're opinions aren't even remotely of my concern.

"...Look, Charr, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just that you're so damn hard on yourself."

I look him in the eyes.

"You really think that's what this is about? That I'm angry that I'm not as good as you?"

"It certainly comes off that way."

"I'm not that shallow."

"Then why are you disappointed? You're the only pokemon I know who's capable of holding their own in a fight against me. That in and of itself says a lot about you. You're a legend! Not our team and you with it, you alone! Any other squad would be ecstatic to have a member as valuable as you with them, leading them even. I've had to fight a lot of other squad leaders who spoke out against us being on the same team."

"Don't you get it? I don't give a damn about what anyone else thinks about me. I don't care if I'm the most valued second-in-command the world's ever had! None of it matters if I can't prove myself to you."

"Charr, what are you talking about? I've never been disappointed with you. You think that besting me in combat will raise my opinion of you? I couldn't care less which of us is a better fighter! You're irreplaceable, both as an ally and as a friend. I'd probably still be out napping in some field wondering what to do with myself if you hadn't come along way back when and showed me around."

"IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME BEING YOUR ALLY! It's so much more complicated than that, and I can't even properly explain it to you! You're my best friend, and I can't even explain it to you. Because you'd never look at me the same..."

"...Charr, that's not-"

"I'm angry because when I challenge you, I see it as an opportunity to impress you. But it's not just that. I don't care about beating you. I just want you to see me as something worth admiring. I want you to feel about me like I do about you. But I can't beat you, so I can't make that happen.

"You really want to know why I'm like this? I LOVE YOU!

" ...I love you, damnit, and I have no idea how to make you feel that way about me."

Tears begin to slide down my face, evaporating soon after reaching my cheeks. I shut my eyes, hoping he won't look at me and see the vapor rising off of my fur.

"So now that I've gone and irreparably ruined our friendship, why don't you just kick m-"

~

I press my beak against your lips, resting my arms against the bed on either of side of you. Your mouth tightens briefly, perhaps unsure of my intentions. However, you soon relax and reciprocate my action, pushing lightly up into my beak. I figure you're adequately calmed down by now, so I break the kiss. You stare at me with your watery blue eyes, an expression of subdued happiness mingled with confusion visible across your face. I rest my beak against your nose.

"And you thought beating me in a fight would make me love you? ...If I had had ANY idea at all, I wouldn't have waited so long to do this:"

I tilt my head again, forcing my tongue between your lips. Perhaps out of surprise at my boldness, you hesitate slightly. I press my tongue against your teeth, attempting to pry them apart. Slowly, you open your mouth; I push forward, eager to explore. Finding your tongue, I poke it playfully with my own. You meet my gesture with a lick. I drag my tongue across the inside of your cheek, where you pin it briefly against the indent of my beak, before I pull back, changing my target to the roof of your mouth. Your tongue lazily trails mine, pressing against its underside as I enjoy the ridges of your palette. I withdraw my tongue into my mouth, inviting you to follow.

You wrap your arms around my head as you pull yourself flush against me. As your tongue traces the inside of my beak, your legs wrap around my waist. I notice dimly that what I can only imagine is your member presses against my gut, leaving a warm spot of pre in my feathers. You slip your tongue underneath mine, caressing the underside of my beak. My talons find their way to the backs of your thighs.

Suddenly, you pull back. As I instinctively inhale, realizing that I haven't taken a breath for some time, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths blows back and forth with our hasty breaths. I can't help but smile as I pant. I look up, searching your eyes. The previous appearance of confusion and hesitance has abated, replaced with a considerably more lustful expression.

Remembering something from earlier, I look down and find that, sure enough, a certain pink protrusion of yours is prodding me in the stomach. I feel my own member jump at the sight.

"Hm...let's see what we can do about that."

Grinning, you lean forward again, kissing me as I spin us around so that I'm hovering over the bed. Careful to avoid jabbing you with my cock, I slowly sit down, repositioning my shaft between my navel and your own member. I scoot backward a few feet, dragging you with me, so that you're not dangling off the bed. I pull away from your lips to look down, lining up our rods so they rest against one another. Mine's a bit bigger, but yours is still a sizeable 7 or 8 inches. From the way you're perched on my lap, they line up almost perfectly. I reach down, carefully grasping both members in my claw. You spread your legs a bit, your hands resting on the bed behind your back.

I gently slide my claw down our shafts. Unused to my touch, you let out a sigh, causing my cock to twitch lightly against yours. Gripping a little tighter, I slide my claw back up to the heads. The feeling of your member pressing against mine, wrapped in the warmth of my claw, pulsing excitedly against my cock ...it's fantastic. I give them a squeeze, causing both of us to sigh at the feeling.

I start jerking us off at a reasonable speed. My claw quickly becomes slick with pre; as it seeps between my talons, I can't help but imagine what it'll taste like later...But that can wait.

Using the added lubrication, I pick up the pace, pumping faster with my claw. Each descent brings with it a wet slapping sound, vaguely reminding me of some of the times I'd imagined doing this with you. The fuller grip in my claw causes me to remember that this is actually happening, and I feel myself tense up a bit from the simple realization. I notice that you've begun to hump gently against my member.

"Hah-Have you done this before?"

"No, but I...Mmm...I have run it through my head. Many times. Hope you're enjoying yourself."

Each time I bring my claw up I rub the head of my cock with my thumb talon, adding a little extra stimulation to my already sensitive member. I look at you: your eyes are lidded over; your tongue hanging limply from your open mouth. I stop myself from giggling. For a tough guy, you pull off cute pretty well.

As I continue my ministrations, I can tell I'm getting close. I feel the pressure in my gut increase. The back of my claw becomes wet from the copious amounts of pre I'm producing. I'm not gonna last much longer.

I feel something soft begin bumping against the base of my shaft. After a second, I realize that your balls are drawn up tightly against your groin. You push yourself forward a bit with your arms, grinding into me. I feel both of our members swell slightly in my claw.

"You -Haah- want first dibs?"

"Nnnngh...YES!"

I feel your balls tighten against my length. I quickly angle both members toward you, continuing my pumping as I do so. Your cock begins to pulse against mine as you shoot, your first strand spattering your chin and chest fur with a rope of cum. Seeing and feeling you doing that against me, I find that I can't hold back any longer. My arm is a blur of motion, the flames on my wrist heating up and flaring as my own orgasm hits.

I'm lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Our cocks pulse against one another, jets of cum shooting from our members. My hand continues to pump, intent on milking us for all we're worth. I close my eyes, the pleasure too much to bear. Through the fog of lust in my head, I hear you cry out. Your hips rub back and forth across mine, your member thrusting into my claw. I notice I've been moaning for some time.

As my claw begins to slow down, I feel your balls contracting and expanding against my member. Each time they constrict, your cock pulses, painting your stomach with another line of seed. I realize too late that I never bothered giving myself any, but find quickly that I don't care much. After all, I can always help you clean up.

After what seems like minutes, I begin to taper off, my cock still twitching a bit. I notice you're member has stopped pulsing as well. Completely exhausted, I fall backwards on to the bed, never bothering to open my eyes.

I feel you shift forward. You lay yourself against my chest, wetting my feathers with cum. As you finish pulling yourself up my chest, dragging your member and the better part of our loads through my soft down, I sense your warm breath on my face. I force myself to open an eye and look at you. You look like something out of a movie in your enamored state, the dying sunlight falling on the left half of your amorous face.

"You know, that stuff's gonna take forever to get out -*pant*- now that it's smeared into my feathers."

"We can clean up tomorrow."

"Good...I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. That fight earlier really took it out of me."

"Oh yeah, sure, the fight. I'm not that tired though, to be honest."

"Oh. You're not."

"Nope. As a matter of fact, I was kind of hoping you'd be in the mood for a little more fun."

I groan. I'm about to protest, saying we can try it tomorrow...but, mulling it over, I decide it'll be worth it when we're done.

"All right. Are you sure though? I didn't want to rush things."

"Well, you did a terrible job of that already. And I wouldn't be asking unless I meant it."

"In that case, how do you want to go about doing this?"

"Let me show you..."

You detach yourself from me, snapping a few strands of cum against my stomach in the process. I absentmindedly drag my claw through my feathers and begin licking it. You spin around to the side and resting yourself on the bed. I miss the warmth of your body against mine already. However, when I see you bend over, cheeks spread, tail raised, still hard cock hanging between your legs, I find myself thinking that it was a small sacrifice to make for such a wonderful change of position. You look back at me over your shoulder.

"Coming?"

I pause from cleaning my talons.

"I thought I just did. Then again, it's not very difficult when the view's this good."

The blush that creeps into your face simply adds to the delightful pose you're in.

Slowly, I force myself to sit up. After shaking my head, I crawl over to you, lazily sliding my member between your fuzzy cheeks as I get into position. The flames from your head dance across my shoulder as I place my claws on the bed on either side of you. I bring my head down next to your ear.

"I want this. Really badly. But if you're uncomfortable or in pain, don't hesitate to tell me."

"I can take it."

"Don't be a hero."

"I consider that a challenge."

I feel like sighing in exasperation, but I can't help but chuckle. You always have acted the tough guy. From your grin, I can tell you're thinking the same thing.

I push myself up to my knees. To give myself a bit more room to maneuver, I scoot backward a bit, clutching my member with my claw and sliding it down the base of your tail. Your soft fur tickles my shaft, causing me to pause for a second. I lean down again, angling my tip against the exposed flesh of your entrance. Gripping my shaft near the base, I squeeze hard, forcing a glob of leftover cum to the tip. I rub the head of my cock around your hole, careful to apply liberal amounts of lubrication. As I work, my tip slips into the inviting warmth every so often. About the fourth time this happens, I find I can't help but push in a little further. I feel my head slide into your opening, eliciting a moan from you. Realizing that you're probably properly prepared at this point, I press forward, allowing another couple inches to sink in to your passage. I'm met with a slight flex, which, while incredible for me, means you're uncomfortable. I pause, allowing you to adjust.

"Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you."

So long as you relax.

"What am I, an emonga?"

"...A what?"

"Oh, right, that hasn't been released yet, sorry. You hear some crazy shit when you talk to Alakazam. Did you know that he's apparently had a conversation with Dialga? I mean, we've seen our fair share of legendary pokemon, but Dia-AH!"

I feel you instinctively clench around the better part of my member. Looking down, I see I have about 6 of my 9 inches in.

"Aaaah, damn...what was that for!?"

"Sorry. You were distracted with your story, so I figured I'd make some more progress."

"Mmph...All right...just be gentle with the last bit...It's my first time."

"Anything for you."

I let you contemplate that as I push forward, slowly but gradually sliding my length into you. I wrap my arm tightly around your waist, pulling you close. Using the extra leverage, I press more forcefully, intent on hilting you. You squirm a bit at the feeling of having something so deep inside you. I can't help but be glad that that something is me.

I feel my hips connect with your rear. Your muscles tense at the telltale impact, squeezing the entirety of my cock. I shudder, shooting a bit of pre into your passage.

"Just say the word when you're ready."

"Okay."

Huh. I had expected a smart remark.

Glad that you're finally accepting my concern, I lean forward, putting my face right into the fire on the back of your head. I peck you on the warm skin underneath the flames. Pulling myself back into an upright position, I relax a bit, enjoying the heat of your body encompassing my length. I feel something graze my stomach. Looking down, I see your tail running lightly across my chest, tracing circles in the feathers.

"I think I'm good."

"In all seriousness, tell me if you want to stop at any point."

"I can't imagine that happening."

"Never can be too careful."

"I've been careful about this for a long time."

"My point exactly."

Before you can argue, I begin pulling out. Whatever you were about to say dies in your throat, the exhaled air turning into a moan. Mostly free of your warm confines by now, I leave only the tip in you. I pause for a couple seconds, letting you brace yourself.

"All right, here we go!"

I thrust forward hard, hilting you again. You gasp at the sensation of being filled so quickly. The feeling of having your walls envelop my length causes me to exhale deeply. I pause again, waiting until I feel your muscles relax. I grab your sides with my claws, massaging your lower back with my thumb talons. Sensing your passage ease its grip on my member, I slide back out, a bit faster this time. I continue to rub your back, making sure you're comfortable. With my cock almost completely out again, I push forward with the same amount of force as before. Your walls only clench for a brief moment this time before I feel them ease up, which I can only assume means that you're adjusting to the feeling of having me buried in you.

As much as I do enjoy being hilted in your warm depths, I want to give you a ride you'll remember. I pull back hard, thrusting back in almost immediately after. I feel my cock twitch as my hips bump your rear. However, I ignore the pleasure and instead slide out quickly, intent on picking up the pace.

In. I clutch your sides more forcefully, allowing me more control over the situation. Out. Your tail wraps around my midsection, pulling me towards you. In. My precum has slicked you up enough that this is getting pretty easy. Out. You push back against me as I withdraw, subconsciously begging for more.

I begin to develop a rhythm, keeping a bit more of my member in you with each pull back. I feel my head growing dizzy with desire. I lose count of how many times I've hilted you. My hips swing pendulously, my length sliding back and forth from your entrance. I notice vaguely that my breathing has quickened. You gasp every few thrusts, your walls squeezing my member with each sharp intake of air.

Now at a comfortable speed, I place a claw on the small of your back, using it to steady myself. With the other claw I collect some of the cum on my stomach. Licking my talons, I enjoy the salty sweet and slightly unfamiliar flavor. My cock twitches at the idea of producing more of the delicious elixir. Without stopping my hips, I wipe my chest again, gathering up more of the sticky white liquid.

However, my hand pauses as an idea pops into my head. Still thrusting my member at a decent pace, I reach my claw forward, holding it in front of your mouth.

"Care for a taste?"

Without a word, I feel your tongue press against my palm, dragging slowly up to the digits. The warm organ tickles my hand, causing me to shiver a bit at the touch.

The sudden quiver of my body makes me to thrust forward a little harder than I had intended, bumping your nose into my hand and painting it a nice shade of white. Your head swivels to glare at me. I stop thrusting for a moment. My member twitches at the sudden lack of activity.

"Um. M'bad."

Your frown changes into a michevious grin as your tongue flicks upward, cleaning off the better part of your nose. Taking that as a sign of forgiveness, I resume my thrusting, going a bit faster than I had been before.

In part due to our earlier session and in part due to my drunken tired state of lust, I can feel myself drawing up faster than I expected. My thrusts become shallower, matching my breath.

"I...haah...don't think I'm gonna last much longer, Charr..."

"Ah...damnit, I'm not there yet..."

Thinking quickly, I lean over you, placing a claw on the bed. I reach down with the other, grasping your member in my talons. I begin jacking you off, gripping your cock a bit more tightly than I had the first time around. With each thrust I make, I pump my claw down your length, using the extra force to pull you tighter against me.

"That...mmmph....that feels great...don't stop..."

"Wouldn't...dream of it...AH, shit!"

I feel the muscles tighten in my groin. I pull back one last time and slam my hips forward, burying myself as far in you as I can. You let out a cry as my cock begins to pulse, spraying your passage with my seed. Through my ecstasy I continue to pump my claw, fueled by my desire to feel your walls clench around my length. After about the fourth twitch of my member, I feel yours begin to spasm in my hand.

"FUCK!"

As your seed sprays onto the bed below, your muscles clamp down on my cock, constricting my member as it floods your depths with whatever I have left in the tank. I feel the fire on your head burning intensely, warming my face with its powerful blaze. Your fur becomes hot against my already scorching feathers. I feel flames begin to surround us as we ride out our orgasms. I vaguely consider what this would be like if my house wasn't made of stone.

I move my claw away from your still-shooting member, holding you tightly to me. I feel my hips buck involuntarily a couple times, unable to resist the instinct. The room is sweltering; the cum on my chest begins to sizzle.

After a good thirty seconds, I feel my member stop jerking, your walls still contracting around it every so often. My exhaustion returning, I decide to ignore whatever concerns I may have in favor of sleep. Wrapping an arm around your waist, I push us up with my other arm, keeping my member inside of you as I move into a sitting position. Having accomplished that, I fall backward, extending my legs in front of me as I fall. My head lands a bit hard on the pile of ash where my pillow was minutes prior. I pass it off as an unfortunate side effect of a great evening. I can feel your heart beating as we lay there, my breathing causing you to rise and fall with my chest.

"That...was amazing..."

"Mhm."

"...What, you're going to bed already?"

"Mhm."

"...As nice as it feels, you're just going to leave your cock in me for the night?"

"Mhmm."

"...Could you at least roll over so I can put my head on the bed?"

I wrap my arms around you and drift off to sleep.