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Silvally whimpered softly as you stroked his hide. From his fur to his skin to his scales.

What a marvellous creature this was.

Silvally was a majestic beast, powerfully muscled, towering of nobility and gene-wrought power restrained in a chimeric body. His white fur ruffled softly as you ran your brush down through it. For something like this, you needed three separate tools to properly tend to him.

A steel brush to stroke out any knots or undesirable foliage that might have stuck. For his skin you ran a damp cloth, and for his scales a rougher cloth soaked in pleasant-smelling solution.

This ritual took you quite a while each week, but it was one the two of you treasured. It was during one such time you finally were able to lift his helmet off his head. The strain of restraint crumbling into trust that he wouldn’t hurt you. That he would never hurt you.

You finished brushing his mane and he shook his head, tussling it all about and ruffling it all over again. You laughed, he loved the brushing probably the most and half the time he’d ‘accidentally’ undo some of your work.

Your hand touched his snout and his eyes flicked to you innocently. “One more,” you agreed and his mouth twitched, clearly fighting a grin. Your fingers ran through his fur along with the brush, straightening it out again.

The brush went through his mane and then you brought the cloth across his skin. He rumbled something pleasant to the ears and began to sway gently.

The rumble continued until Silvally was singing, a wonderful sound you were lucky to hear.

This time, you bring the cloth around, rubbing his ribcage and then his belly, swishing across his scales, leaving shiny sparkles in your wake.

Silvally shifted, adjusting his position.

Your cloth touched his inner thigh and he twitched. You were careful here, brushing the soft cloth against sensitive scales. You could hear him open his mouth to take a few good breaths, panting slightly as you ducked in between his legs.

Silvally was magnificent from every direction.

The heat of the chimera left you feeling warm and safe as you ran the cloth through Silvally’s thighs. He shifted again, giving another sound that brought along a different tone.

A breathy sound of need.

Of course, you both knew what the fun of these more intimate sessions led to. All part of his plan, you liked to think. Continue to get dirty so you had to continue lavishing him with affection.

Silvally was a beast built to destroy other beasts, not for any earthly pleasures. However, life was built best to make more life. In order to get the design to work, they were given genitals.

The restraining helmets blocked out everything, including desire, but once you’d broken his helmet and freed him, it hadn’t taken too long before a washing day had progressed into something deeply needed.

You continued to wipe along his scales, ignoring his building need until that need was outright dripping on you.

“Ah, I missed a spot?” you hummed, bringing the cloth up as if you’d only just noticed, wrapping around the base of his rather unique tool.

A deep purple to start with, he had a flushed knot at the base of his cock already engorged, leading down to plated rubbery ridges tipped off with a more slender tip, the whole cock widening the further down you looked.

Silvally twitched forwards as you wrapped the cloth around his cock, squeezing his knot for him. His tongue lolled out in pleasure as you began to work at his firm need.

Depending on how long you wound him up for, or just how needy he was, sometimes you only needed to hold onto him and let him go at it, the strength of his body never being a threat to you, just pushing and pushing and pushing until he bathed you in his essence.

He was all relaxed from the grooming, however, and was content to let you play with him. The ‘grooming’ aspect quickly went out the window as his sticky precum ruined the cloth and you discarded that in favour of just your hands.

His eyes shut as he rocked his hips gently, seemed you had riled him up a little more than you thought. You smiled and leaned up, giving Silvally’s cockhead a kiss and smearing your lips with his precum.

Licking that off, you continued to stroke him, both hands together, wrapping around his needy flesh, rubbing and squeezing, stroking along his flesh. Your fingers plucked at the ridges, causing small shivers to run through his body. You watched his belly heave a moment as he took a stabilising breath.

You gave his cock another kiss, longer this time. He shifted his hips and pushed his tip into your mouth daringly, but you had your teeth in the way and he couldn’t go any further.

Your lips tingle pleasantly as his twitching flesh pressed against your lips, pressing and squeezing, trying to seek any avenue into your mouth. His precum drizzled through the gaps of your teeth, lighting your mouth up with his taste.

Cupping your hands around the shaft of his cock, you parted your teeth just slightly to suckle at him as you began to jack your hands back and forth, dragging along his ridges and causing them to twitch with the throbbing of his cock.

His precum was sliding into your mouth, leaving your hands only slightly damp to drag at his sensitive flesh. He snorted out something, adjusting one of his talons.

Understanding, you brought one hand further back as the other slowed down to rub around his cock, pressing down against his knot.

Silvally had a nice set of balls on his person, something you might have found curious considering the more reptilian backside he had, but he was a chimera in every sense of the word and nothing about him surprised you much anymore.

It was a nice feature, a plump sack to grope at your leisure.

His heavy balls weighed pleasantly on your palm as you slowly squeezed his sack, letting more of his cock slip through your lips until the first ridge pressed against them.

Silvally groaned out a sound that ran through your body to the very ground. His stance shifted again, closing in slightly to balance as he pressed a firm push.

One ridge, then two slipped between your lips.

You couldn’t help but moan as his tip touched the back of your throat already. He was a big pokemon in so many ways. He was big, but gentle, rocking back and forth with soft needy puffs of air.

His balls twitched slightly in your grip as you rolled each orb between your fingers. A chittering hiss fell out of his mouth as the pressure was right on the brink of maddening pleasure and pain. You knew his limits as well as you knew your own, however, and he trusted you as much as you trusted him.

A third ridge teased your lips, the length of the created legend filling every part of your mouth with his taste. It was hot in your mouth, hotter than any other part. You could feel his heartbeat quiver against your lips, his length pressing against every taste bud, every nook and cranny of your mouth.

He sighed again, a different sound to the hiss. He sounded so different at so many times, a hiss, a warble, a sigh, a bark, a soft piercing call. It was all him, all him filling your mouth.

You brought your head forwards, knowing he was too gentle to push the third ridge in. He gasped softly as it popped between your lips, tip cramming down your throat and causing you to gag softly. You had to take a moment, maintain your cool as half of his cock throbbed in your mouth, the other half just as needy. Your other hand stroked along where your mouth wasn’t reaching, taking the mixture of saliva and precum to slicken its journey.

His bumpy flesh quivered, throbbing and twitching under your hand as you began to move your tongue. You knew the underside of his cock was sensitive, and it sent him weak to the knees as you began to grind that spot back and forth with your tongue.

He could easily bear down on your, force the rest of his cock down your throat and fuck you until you couldn’t breathe. He could buckle, pressing timidly yet thoughtlessly into you, seeking his own pleasure with soft moans and coos of pleasure.

He did not.

He was stronger than that and he knew it could hurt you. His back legs quivered, you released his balls to stroke along his thighs again, tracing patterns in the scales. That felt good to him as well, sighs and moans, lewd and innocent mixed together into a song of trusting pleasure.

You knew how to make him feel good.

You suckled at his cock, moving slowly and purposefully. You pressed your tongue underneath a ridge where it was most sensitive, he groaned a warbling cry. You drew back slightly, lips clinging to a ridge stubbornly before it popped off with a sigh. His tip spurted precum against the back of your throat, filling your mouth with the salty, heady, fruity aftertaste.

Like everything else, his taste was unique and so very him. It filled your belly with warmth and you tightened your lips around his pride, sucking at the tip for more.

He was more than happy to give you more. He beared down just slightly, leaning onto his front legs to brush his belly against the top of your head. The sounds of his appreciation were musical to your ears, he sang to you as you pleasured him, and you enjoyed the moments his voice caught with breathy breaks more than you maybe should.

You were moving in earnest now, pressing into his cock and then slipping back, easing his tip down your practised throat, sucking his precum down. His balls were floating back and forth, you couldn’t see them but you were aware of their presence as the lightest of movements of air against your chin told you you were getting closer.

Halfway to the next ridge. You kept part of it down your throat as you twitched back and forth just slightly, just the slightest bit. His cock was nestled so well in you and he was crying out with such pleasure. It was stretching your throat out, preparing you for a thicker part.

He groaned, he moaned, he even whimpered slightly as you slowed to a near-stop, pressing in. His body tensed, his legs going straight as you pressed. Your mouth was so full, there was nowhere for anything to go, your lips spread wide, tears hitting your eyes at the pressure.

You did not give in, however. His ridge pressed against your lips, teasing, tensing, pressing hopefully.

You tapped his leg once, purposefully.

He flexed his hips and sunk down.

You had your own language. Two taps was to stop, one big one was to press in firmer. He was a good boy.

There was such strength in every part of him. A living weapon designed to destroy. You weren’t sure what scientist thought it was a good idea to give them genitals but you would hi five whoever that was.

Maybe it was a need for testosterone in their development? Maybe the effort to develop them without was inefficient and they just used suppressors?

Either way. You had a cock swabbing your throat and all was great.

Silvally rocked forwards, pressing his sensitive flesh into your swallowing throat, dragging and constricting at his sensitive ridges, drawing throbs and twitches that spilled his precum into your belly.

Silvally continued to groan and whimper, balls slapping against your chin over and over, fucking firmer, fucking your throat faster. He was still so delicate with you, you’d proven you can take it but he was a gentle giant.

Hearing his sounds of pleasure, the soft little sounds of joy and gratefulness as you treated him to a blowjob sent buzzing thrills all through your body.

You were already hot from feeling his body up, every muscle during the grooming, the power of his body as you were underneath him. He could thrust too hard, flex his hips with strength unbound and probably seriously hurt you.

The fact that he hadn’t, wasn’t, and never would filled your heart with warmth. Or was that just the warmth of your belly as his precum slid down your throat?

There was also that trust in return. You had lifted his restraining helmet off, gifted you both with his freedom, met his eyes, stroked his jaw, poked his nose. His cock was not a weapon like the rest of him. It was powerful for sure, but it wasn’t designed to destroy an Ultra Beast.

You were pretty sure at least, the images of him trying to fuck one of those were strange ones.

His cock, flexing and throbbing in your mouth, was his tool of passion and pleasure, part of the freedom to be something other than a weapon. It was a sensitive thing and he pressed it into your body from multiple different positions depending on the time and how much you wanted to ache in the morning after.

Silvally gave a snarling cry, his hips were losing tempo, thrusting erratically. You gagged and coughed as he fucked his cock down your throat, stretching your jaw even wider. The tingles grew stronger, your hand moved from groping his balls and thigh to grinding against your pants.

The sounds and feeling of his pleasure were almost like your own. The ragged whimpers that tore from his throat felt like they were coming from you, keening and needing more pleasure, more touches, more everything.

He pressed onto you harder, legs sliding and scratching the ground as he closed around you more. More force was put onto your body, more of his rising need to feel everything you’d give him. You could barely suck or use your tongue at this point, he was slamming down your throat so hard you could barely breathe.

Your head was so hot, the heat was pooling in your belly and sending sparking warmth down to your groin and up your spine.

Your throat gave in, your hands lifted back up to touching him and only him. You didn’t need to touch yourself, you were so hot anyway. A shudder was running through your body, you felt like you’d crash over the climax at any moment.

Perhaps he did too.

He grinded his cock in, slowing down but pressing with so much more forceful control. Your mouth was as wide as it could go, your jaw almost painfully open to accept another ridge of his cock. He began to drag his cock back and forth, barely moving it a few inches, your tongue digging into a grove near the base of his cock.

He had a knot, sadly it couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Your hand was almost as good at least. One one his balls, the other slid up to grab onto the very base of his cock, squeezing gently against his pulsing need. It was massive, desperate to slam into your needy flesh.

Your hand, slippery with his precum and your own drool slipped around the base of the beast. One hand couldn’t quite do it, but he loved his balls being groped as well.

You gave a forceful suck around his cummy length, moaning deeply and vibrating your throat as your fingers pressed into his slit slightly, pressing all around the base of his knot and squeezing.

Silvally gave an instinctive buck. It had no restraint to it, the force nearly knocked you onto your back if you weren’t connected to him via his cock.

Then he howled.

Silvally’s control snapped like a taut piece of string and he gave several sloppy thrusts into your throat as his cock pulsed with throbbing force, stretching your throat open wider as his tip burst a stream of virile seed straight into your stomach.

His claws tore up the ground as he pressed down on you, almost falling down on you as he leaned desperately into the pleasure you were giving him. Another jet of cum flooded your belly. And another.

His balls were churning, pulling up against his body as you continued to massage their payload out, tail flicking and fanning as he continued to press down on you, forcing you into your back as he gave rapid, tiny, thrusts into your throat.

He was gasping out, groaning a deep purring sound that rumbled through his belly that pressed against you, rattling your body.

That was too much for you. Pressing down as he shuddered over you sent you over the edge and your own sound was muffled by his thick cock, drenching your pants with your excitement, flushing you to your ears.

He continued to jerk and thrust at random intervals, or whenever you squeezed his knot.

He eventually came down from the high and slipped out of you, letting you gasp for breath. He continued to lay on you though, shifting back so that you could breath but resting his upper body on your belly, nuzzling you as if proud of his work.

He probably was, the horn ball.

You pet his face as he licked at your skin, enjoying his tongue on you. He eventually pulled your pants down with his teeth and licked you clean, tasting your own arousal and pleasure like you had drunk down his.

You chuckled and pet his face tiredly, deciding now was a nice time to have a nap.