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The sun was high in the blue sky and the reddish volcanic rock was glowing with heat when Zack arrived again at the Saya Springs pokemon reserve. At this time of day, the visitor center that guarded the reserve's fenced entrance was completely deserted, not a single other soul in sight of the rickety corrugated-iron hut or on the small, unpaved parking lot in front of it, as most other people had retreated inside to escape the scorching heat. Of course, the hot weather did leave a mark on the tall, brawny man, but he had taken plenty of measures against it, wearing a pair of wide shorts that did little to veil his musclebound hiker's legs and an airy white tank top to cover up his bulging pecs, only leaving a slither of his chiseled abs and patches of streaked skin on his waists exposed. A straw hat protected his eyes from the relentless rays of the sun, but the rest of his bronze skin lay bare, glistening with a layer of sweat and sunscreen.

The other reason for the reserve's deserted entrance was emblazoned on a round red sign hanging next to the door, two black pictographs resembling a salazzle and a salandit. Below it was a warning about the native fire lizards' territorial nature, particularly during mating season at the peak of summer, and some helpful soul had even stocked the vending machine in the visitor center with repel bottles. Even more of the green spray cans littered the dumpster on the other side of the entrance, but Zack barely even noticed them as he set down his backpack and slipped a hand inside, fishing out a petite flacon of a swirling pink perfume.

The man skimmed the list of ingredients on the back, alcohol, water, and various pokemon-based scents with another warning label that mirrored the one at the entrance to a T. One finger on the actuator, he hesitated to apply it to his wrist before he shook his head and murmured, "Let's see if I can go completely without." Returning the flask to his backpack, he stowed it in one of the lockers behind the visitor center before he approached the door. Kept shut by a big, sturdy padlock, he swiftly dialed in the combination and flicked it open to gain access to the reserve.

Once inside, Zack followed one of the countless stony trails that diverged from the entrance, pursuing its meandering path deeper into the scorched, volcanic desert. There were still no other people as far as the eye could see, making him the only one who dared to challenge the midday heat, and it was still getting hotter. Not even a breeze was blowing across the baked earth, and the only noise came from the reserve's hot water geyser hissing somewhere in the distance. However, after another two minutes of walking, he noticed a scurrying shadow out of the corner of his eye, and a vibrato hissing reached his ears.

Zack paused and cast a glance at the reddish dust and boulders around him, and there it was, the black head of a salandit peeking through a crack in the rock, a pair of glowing purple eyes inspecting him with cautious curiosity. Another hiss, another probing flick of the tongue sampling the scents in the air, then the small pokemon emerged from its shaded hiding spot and scooted in front of him. With all fours firmly planted onto the dusty ground and cackling crudely, it began to bob up and down, faster and faster, doing push-ups as if to show off its physical abilities before it stopped to wildly wave at him with a toothy grin on its muzzle. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared before him, it spun around and clambered back onto the pile of boulders, turning every so often to call him closer.

The eager lizard didn't have to ask its visitor twice. Zack took a deep breath and pursued it, arduously making his way up the cliff and along an uneven, narrow trail. But even though he was sweating and breathing heavily in the overbearing heat, he never lost pace with the salandit as it darted across the boulders, and he wouldn't be its only pursuer for long, as more dark shadows flitted around him, growing in size until a whole gang of salandits accompanied him on his trip, chittering and cackling in excitement.

Eventually, the growing group reached a narrow hole in the ground. It was so tight that Zack had to exhale to squeeze past it, but once he had slipped through, a dim, yet roomy cavern awaited him. The space behind the chasm was large enough that he could stand without hitting his head. But even though barely any sunlight made it into this place, it was almost as hot as the outside and incredibly muggy, too, as a geothermal vent filled the air with hot water and steam, turning the cave into a natural sauna. It was a perfect home for the slippery fire lizards that came pouring down the entrance one by one, and it smelled like them as well, the humid air heavy with their acrid, reptilian musk, a mix so thick and potent it made his head spin.

Zack blinked rapidly, bracing himself against the rock while he tried to acclimatize to the muggy cave, but with every breath he took, the heat got worse, his clothing soaking through and clinging to his sweaty skin, and it wasn't a purely physical struggle anymore either. The intoxicating scents and odors muddied his mind and whipped up a hot tingle in his loins, his pants growing tighter with every second. And while he slowly recovered his bearings, the salandit who guided him made itself comfortable on the rock in front of him, sprawling on its back with a smug grin on its reptilian muzzle. Spreading its hindlegs apart, it revealed that it was a he, a pair of thick pink cocks emerging from a slit at the base of its tail. Glistening with sweat and pre, the pulsing rods were lined with fleshy nubs that grew in size from its slender, scaly black slit to its wide, flared glans, and they were each nearly as big as his own manhood, even though the small pokemon didn't even reach up to his knees.

The lizard's open, shameless arousal riled up Zack even more, and as his heat grew worse still, he simply couldn't stand his stuffy, sticky clothing anymore, squirming as the fabric chafed against his plump, stiffening nipples. "Fuck, this is getting too hot!" With a throaty growl, he dropped his straw hat and slipped out of his tank top, baring a set of stretch marks on either side of his abs and a pair of soft, puffy pecs as he wadded it up and stuffed it into a convenient crack in the wall. His cargo pants came next, and as he slipped out of his underwear, he felt the eyes of dozens of curious salandits on his skin, squeaking and chattering excitedly as the disrobing revealed his taut ass and his engorging cock.

Finally out of his oppressive attire, the man took another deep breath and slumped onto the warm, smooth rock with a lazy grin. Following his little partner's example, he spread his legs and reclined, beckoning the salandits to come closer with a wave. However, only one of them indulged his offer so far: his equally aroused guide rolled over and scurried toward him. Or rather waddled, as it raised its rump high enough not to accidentally drag its drooping, sensitive cocks across the rugged, rocky ground, barely maintaining its balance with its flicking tail. That didn't keep it from dedicating all its attention to Zack, though, its purple eyes dancing restlessly across his body as it slipped between his legs. It placed one paw against his right thigh, another against his left, sampling his scent with hasty, hungry flicks of its tongue before it climbed on his crotch and flopped onto his belly.

Zack held his breath, staring at the salandit while their cocks rubbed against each other, only for the slinky pokemon to start squirming, turning, and twisting like a playful shinx or a stranded magikarp while it slowly made its way up to his chest. On the way, the little male slathered him with its sticky pre and something else that sent a mighty thrill up his spine. A thin layer of glistening purple was forming on the salandit's dark, shiny scales, a poison once meant to repel predators, but its purpose had shifted long since. Instead of burning his skin and damaging the tissue underneath, it relaxed him while making him all the more sensitive, tingling and prickling wherever the lizard touched his skin.

Admittedly, the poison still hurt a little at first, but any discomfort was swiftly washed away by a powerful, addictive rush that went beyond just lust and arousal, one that asked for more, demanded more, so much more. And when the salandit finally slipped into the valley formed between Zack's fat pecs, he couldn't contain himself any longer. He grabbed the male with both hands and pulled it up to his face, dragging his tongue across its head and neck while the pokemon squeaked in surprise. Sweaty, salty, bitter, with an aftertaste of earthy dust, the lizard's scales didn't taste good, but there was a twang to it that challenged the strongest liquor. Even though it burned on his tongue, he started drooling with a desperate craving for even more.

The diminutive lizard squirmed weakly in the man's firm grip, but as Zack continued to lick and lap at its body, drinking down the pokemon's poison-laced fluids as if he was dying of thirst, it calmed down and wrapped its tail around his wrist, encouraging him with a squeeze and a crude cackle. Meanwhile, the other salandits drew closer, their hesitance dissipating as some of them stopped merely observing the spectacle and joined the fun with lively chatter, rubbing and grinding their own scaled bodies against the rest of Zack's body, against his feet and sides, his legs and arms, across his stretch marks and his loins with particular interest. So much so, they scrapped and slapped each other over the right to rub against him, barking and hissing as they attempted to court him as if he was an actual salazzle. Only that he was substantially bigger than one, making his squeaking, scurrying harem all the more excited to explore him while an entire dozen of them climbed and clambered their way onto him.

Zack barely noticed their quarrel, though, as the powerful tingling grew ever more intense. Soon, it encompassed him entirely from head to toe, and he became even more relaxed and sensitive to the group's ministrations, sensing every single touch of their claws and cocks as they straddled his sweaty body and began to hump at him with mindless coos. Unsurprisingly, their pre was just as potent as any of their other liquids, and with a dozen salandits working their poison into almost every inch of his skin, it almost got too much for him to handle while he heated up and shivered as if he had eaten a whole plate of chili peppers and mints at once. His fingers and feet began to twitch erratically at the flash flood of sensations, and his mind went on a journey. Fueled by a whole firework of scintillating sparks and rainbow-colored flashes that speckled his vision like the stars in the black void of endless space, he felt so light as a feather, only to be held down, pinned by the little males and their huge, heavy cocks.

While the other lizards kept writhing against Zack, the one in his grip finally settled into a more comfortable position and stopped squirming. Instead, it grabbed his cheeks and pressed its scaly muzzle onto his lips in a crude kiss. At least that's what it felt like to the man, and he unquestioningly indulged the offer, letting his slinky little partner slip its slender, forked tongue into his mouth. Another wave of fiery heat rushed down his throat as the salandit drooled fresh poison into their kiss, whirling and grinding its forked organ against his to feed him even more of the addictive aphrodisiac.

With every drop, with every passing second Zack spent in the growing, squirming pile of salandits, he succumbed more to their potent pheromone-laden secretions, mentally as much as physically. His mind grew ever fuzzier, and his thoughts dispersed in a growing whirl of primal arousal while his body blazed with lust, his sweat mingling with theirs as he became as hard as diamond, throbbing and leaking a steady stream of pre. It still wasn't enough, though. He craved more of this exhilarating rush, and as his lust took control, he broke the ersatz kiss with the salandit and resumed his attention with his own tongue, working his way down to the black lizard's dangling pink rods.

The salandit squeaked as Zack's tongue brushed across one of its nubby cones, and the aroma of its salty, spicy pre encouraged another flurry of licks as he greedily gulped down as much of the liquid as he could get. At that point, taking the lizard's bloated rods into his mouth was merely a formality, and the next time his tongue slipped back to the tips, he opened up wide and wrapped his lips around both, swallowing them with a wet slurp. He didn't manage to take them entirely, though, as they split apart and bulged his cheeks, but that didn't bother the man as he proceeded to rock his head back and forth, sucking on the leaking cocks like on a pair of lollipops.

Embraced by Zack's hot, wet mouth, the reptile's barbed hemipenes swiftly grew even bigger, but he wouldn't slow down. He couldn't slow down, too hungry, too desperate for more of the burning, acrid liquid, more of those increasingly unwieldy, tough spines, and the heat kept thriving in his chest, eliciting a distracting prickle and pressure in his stiff, swollen nipples that mirrored the aching hardness of his dick to a T. Engorged and turgid, the pink corks on his chest craved his attention even more than the salandits, and he arduously lifted his right hand out of the hold of three of the eager, randy lizards, reaching to one of the throbbing buttons of sensitive flesh to alleviate at least some of the mounting pressure.

His pecs and the buds on top hadn't always been this prominent. Two years ago, on his first encounter with the salandits, his chest had still been perfectly flat, but the changes had begun to manifest with increasing exposure to their potent pheromones. At first, he hadn't thought any of it as his nipples had fattened, his pecs growing bigger and softer, but one night, he had awoken from his stiff, sensitive buds chafing against the fabric of pajamas. It had been the first time he had noticed that something was happening with his body, but only after he had come solely from stroking his nips for two hours straight in a horny trance, a record he had beaten on multiple occasions since.

Accordingly, Zack had begun to wear wider, looser tops to give his overly sensitive buds some space, so they wouldn't distract him at work. Besides, it helped conceal the fact that his pecs weren't merely shaped by his thorough training routine, but also the extensive hormonal shift from his repeated trips to the salandit den. An end of the changes wasn't in sight, either, and he wondered if he would need to wear a bra someday to contain the enlarged tissue. They were still getting more sensitive as well, and right now, a fleeting touch against one of his puffy buds was enough to draw a muffled moan from his throat and nearly make him cum on the spot.

Once the man recovered from the surge, he continued to grind his fingers against it, squirming and whining at his own touch. The rubbing swiftly turned into vigorous stroking and squeezing, and finally, relief manifested in a wet squirt of milk, a thin stream of glistening white emerging from his engorged teat as if from a miltank's udder.

However, the initial respite wouldn't last. Although he worked his bud with the proficiency of a farmer milking the tenth of their miltanks, the fullness returned with a vengeance as the mixture of poison and attention stimulated the milk glands in his pecs until milk seeped from its twin on the left without any touch or attention. It wouldn't remain neglected for long, though, as a pair of feuding salandits crawled up his belly, squabbling and hissing at each other as they fought over the privilege of his overflowing left bud. Eventually, one of them won out on their quarrel and jumped onto the man's chest, eager to claim its milky reward.

Zack groaned and clenched his fists as the first salandit wrapped its lips around his nipple, trapping his sensitive, swollen flesh in the wet, slick confines of its muzzle. Not a moment later, it started suckling on it with greedy, passionate slurps, gulping down the man's sweet, creamy issue as it shot out of the engorged bud while the lizard coated his puffy areola with a layer of his tingly, poison-laced saliva.

The assertive, almost violent treatment, the thrilling touch of the lizard's teeth, and the contractions of its gluttonous gullet almost made Zack cum, pushing him so close to the edge that he almost lost his mind over it. He moaned and clenched his fists, squirmed as he was ready to pop, but he simply couldn't reach his peak, only providing the second salandit on his chest the opportunity to claim his other nipple. With a growl, the horny, hungry male pounced on his right pec and clamped onto the leaky nub, tonguing and sucking on it as if its life depended on it. Tapping the seemingly endless reserves that rivaled the most productive miltanks, the small 'mon gulped down its first muzzleful of milk, another, and then another still with hasty, greedy gulps.

The sudden relief in pressure catapulted the man up with such unrestrained force that he flipped upright only to sink back down to his knees. However, his abrupt motion wouldn't shake off the hoard of salandits clinging to him. And while the two latched onto his swollen pecs lost their grip, their muzzles stayed firmly locked to his pecs, each of them dangling off his chest for a moment, all limbs hanging down and their bellies swollen of his milk. Never stopping to drink more of that sweet liquid with eager grunts and slurps, they eventually bothered to pick themselves up again and wrap their tails and paws around his hot, sweaty skin. The male on his face even seized the opportunity to take control of the blowjob, wrapping all five limbs around Zack's head, its tail coiled around his neck before it started to buck its hips in a needy frenzy, bulging his cheeks and making him choke on its double dicks as it fed him more and more of its salty pre.

As Zack knelt there among the sea of salandits, he desperately reached for his cock to alleviate any of that raging, horny inferno in his mind, but he was too late. Another of the lizards beat him to the punch and wrapped itself around his loins, licking him and rubbing its warm, scaly belly against his tumescent, painfully erect cock. Hence, he only got to touch the obstructing salandit's back, all the while new flashes of raw, blinding stimulation enveloped his brain. All strength left his limbs again, and any attempts to pry the overzealous fire reptile off his rod were rendered mute as he slumped over onto his side, squirming and writhing from the relentless stimulation.

Yet, his orgasm failed to materialize. He was trapped in an infinitely intense rush of pleasure, riding that unequaled moment before climax, caught on the edge of relief. The thrilling point of no return lasted seemingly forever, and it would only grow stronger still as a pair of particularly bold salandits capitalized on his new position and clambered onto his ass, aiming to mount and breed him like a salazzle. Of course, each of them was burning to experience the tightness of his ass first, so they started to fight over it directly on Zack's back. Slapping and shoving each other around, they attempted to get on top of him like a jockey on their zebstrika during a wild race, but whenever any of their tips prodded his sphincter, one tackled the other in desperate denial. Over and over again, the two traded roles and places, going back and forth like the tides of the sea, and neither of them gained any advantage over the other, so they ended up mostly just smacking their long, nubby pricks against his rear, rubbing and grinding them against his quivering asshole without ever managing to stick them in.

That honor went to a third salandit, who slipped underneath its quarreling brethren and utilized their struggle with each other to claim the brawny man for himself. Zack trembled as one of the lizard's barbed cones prodded at his hole, and not a moment later, it slipped into his tight orifice. After finding purchase with the tip, it slammed in the rest in a single, forceful thrust and stretched him wide open, grinding its fat rod and countless nubs against his prostate.

It was just a single one of the salandit's thick cocks, but it was enough to lift Zack onto a new level of bliss, muting his higher thoughts in favor of primal instincts. Unable to hold back any longer, he began to buck his hips and thrust forward, grabbing the salandit stuck fast to his crotch once more to try and grind himself against its smooth belly scales, attempting to jerk himself off properly. But the lizard still refused to budge, hugging his cock even tighter as it continued to marinate it with its intoxicating secretions.

In the end, Zack's desperate hip thrust only managed to shake up the fighting salandits on his ass, letting them realize that somebody else had already seized their prize. So they immediately ceased their bickering and instead focused on claiming a share of his ass, each aligning their tips with his occupied pucker, poking and prodding, shoving and humping him in a hectic attempt to bury at least one cock inside him. Since they were each almost as hung as the man underneath them, it seemed like a futile effort to add another penis to the stretched orifice, but as the other salandit kept loosening Zack with ferocious thrusts, it added just enough give to let them join.

Zack let loose a muffled scream as another pair of fat, spiny cocks entered his ass, stretching his ring and slamming his prostate with relentless force. He barely got to focus on the violent insertion and the randy rutting that followed, as the salandit fucking his face finally reached what he was yet denied: a huge, messy orgasm. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot lizard cum blasted down his throat, coating his esophagus and stuffing his stomach with fresh heat as much as his own milk fed the salandits latched onto his chest. He didn't even have to swallow as his reptilian partner had wrapped its tail and paws around his head and buried its cocks all the way down his gullet while it squirted its gooey load, panting with its forked tongue lolling from the side of its wide open muzzle.

Zack, however, was denied fresh air as long as the salandit's twin barbed cones were stuck in his throat, tensing and pumping away endlessly. High on lust and pheromones, a storm of horny, aimless thoughts consumed his head while he could do nothing but lay there under a blanket of writhing, squirming lizards, existing in a state of bliss so utterly dominated by the scaly, slinky males around him, seized by their little teeth, eager tongues, and leaking cocks. Thrust after thrust, gulp after gulp, they blessed him with their insatiable affection, stuffing his guts and draining his chest. Some of them had even claimed his slack limbs, rubbing and grinding, humping his arms and legs, coating every exposed patch of skin they could reach, and even the slightest, briefest caress exacerbated the blazing heat in his breast and loins.

Fortunately, the guide salandit's orgasm didn't last longer than the man's fading breath, and it eventually pulled out, allowing him to fill his burning lungs. His moment of freedom didn't last, though, as another salandit took advantage of the new vacancy and unceremoniously fed him another pair of hemipenes, continuing where its spent companion had left off.

Meanwhile, the lizards perched on Zack's ass were getting closer as well. Their hissing and chattering grew increasingly excited as they pounded him in a needy frenzy, and their cocks swelled and flared in preparation for their orgasms, slowing their thrusts into his tight orifice until the first of them popped with a hearty cry. Slamming its rod all the way into the man's ass, it coated his guts with the same thick, intoxicating spunk that filled his stomach, and the sheer concentration of the potent chemical cocktail hosing his prostate finally carried Zack over the edge he had been on all this time.

The relief was indescribable, every fiber of Zack's body vibrating with pure bliss. Clenching his toes and fingers, he rolled on his back and reared up while his entire abdomen spasmed with frantic contractions. His cock flexed and tensed furiously as he painted the salandit wrapped around his crotch with spurts of sticky cum, and his stretched ring contracting around his lovers' barbed cones, squeezing and massaging them until the other two males popped as well, blasting their hot seed into his guts and all over his rump. If he hadn't been too busy gagging and choking on lizard dick, he would've joined their cries and squeals of delight.

Instead, only a muffled moan left Zack's throat while the other salandits continued to rut him with unbroken fervor, leaving him no time to revel in his orgasm. More and more of the lizards joined the collective climax, coating the man's skin with their sticky seed, and whenever one of them slipped out, spent and satisfied for the moment, another took its place to add another layer to the mess. Even the ones stuck inside his ass were replaced within seconds after pulling out, and the two newcomers made sure to fit both their tapered, nubby pairs into his stretched hole.

Despite the uninterrupted stimulation, Zack's orgasm eventually ebbed, and after soaring on an otherworldly high, the fall was all the harsher. Suddenly, clarity returned to his lust-addled mind, and he briefly realized how much the salandits had wrecked him. His hair was matted down with cum, and his skin was sweaty and soaked with even more of it. His heart pounded in his ears as he struggled to breathe with one of the lizards still using his throat. Worse yet, none of them noticed his growing oversensitivity, draining his aching nipples and flaccid cock, rutting his sore ring and poor, battered prostate with relentless lust while he was too weak, too exhausted to lift but one of his trembling hands and put an end to the almost unbearable treatment.

Zack knew there was no way for him to stop them anymore, and it wouldn't even be the first time it happened. They had ravaged and ruined him before, time and time again, but he always returned for more. They knew him by his own scent now, losing all their restraint around him, but he still followed them to their den across the reserve's tricky, treacherous terrain. But why? All this just for a lick of their intoxicating poison, a moment of celestial bliss? If it had been just the one that had led him here, as on his first time, but word of mouth traveled quickly in the scorching heat of the desert, and one had become two, three, a dozen, many, too many. Perhaps thirty, fifty? He wouldn't know, as he had long lost count, and maybe that was a sign to call it after today before he got swarmed by a critical mass so high, they could take him in shifts for days to come?

But before momentary sobriety could command action, Zack's oversensitivity faded and allowed the relentless chemical and physical stimulation to consume him once more. Faced with the horniness and poison of dozens of salandits, his brain succumbed within seconds, and his eyes went out of focus as he returned into a carnal trance, a rapturous smile persisting on his lips as the salandits switched places and positions. Two new ones claimed his ass, two others displaced the one on his pecs, taking their turns at filling and drinking their fill. Meanwhile, the spent ones scattered into a ring around him, basking in the afterglow with contented grins while they spurred their companions with cheerful cackles.

The man barely noticed any of that, though, as he disappeared inside the billowing, writhing heap of salandits. Not another second passed with at least ten of them spreading their affection across his body, and time itself lost its meaning as minutes and hours blurred together in the endless rhythm of thrusts and humps, licks and slurps. Eventually, he reached the edge again, and a second orgasm followed. Then another. And another, as the growing mix of poison and sweat pervaded his skin and insides so thoroughly, his clouded mind never got a moment to recover. Inside the cave, he couldn't even track the position of the sun, unable to tell if it had set already.

But although the pounding seemingly lasted forever and then some, it eventually found its end as another need began to affect the salandits on top of him. After rutting him in a manic frenzy for hours, hunger was running rampant among the group, and it was a particularly loud rumble of one of their bellies that snapped Zack out of his lusty stupor. By now, his pecs had gotten as empty as their stomachs, the pesky, pent-up pressure gone and the flow of milk dwindled to a trickle, but that didn't stop a pair of particularly eager lizards to try and extract the last few drops of his productive tits. As if the previous gallons hadn't been enough to satiate them, the greedy bunch still hungered for more.

Blinking rapidly, Zack woke as if from a deep slumber, and his vision cleared just in time to catch the lizards as they scurried toward the exit, slipping up through the narrow shaft to the volcanic desert one by one. Only a couple of them stayed behind, resting on his midriff with their tails interlocked and contented grins plastered across their slender muzzles.

The two salandits were surprisingly heavy for their diminutive size, but a fleeting glance at their big, bloated bellies revealed the reason behind their weight and laziness. As the first and last to claim his milky pecs, they had drunk the most of his creamy output, and now their weight drew his attention to the immense volume trapped in his guts. The output of a single one of the slinky lizards was nothing more than a drop in the ocean, but together, they had pumped so much seed inside him to bloat his belly into a massive, sloshing ball of their cum, swelling it out far enough for its bulk to hide the rest of him from view. The rest was scattered all about his taut, sweaty skin in countless streaks like fancy frosting, mixed with their saliva and his own semen, but even though the mess was the biggest he had seen yet, filling him to his limits and stretching him until he looked as if he was incubating a whole extra gang of salandits, the doubts and concern that had bothered him earlier failed to manifest.

Zack wasn't entirely happy, though, as a ravenous hunger was gnawing on his mind that not even the immense stuffing could compensate. Hour after hour, the lizards had drained his breasts dry, and now his body was desperately trying to replenish his reserves with nutrients that their cum simply couldn't provide. Fortunately, one of the salandits returned early from its foraging run with a pile of ripe, plump oran berries in its arms. He had never been more excited to see the juicy blue orbs, and he sluggishly reached out for the arrival.

The salandit nimbly evaded the man's hand, though, and climbed onto his bloated belly, gracefully balancing the delicious bounty in its hold as it strutted toward his face. Dropping the berries onto his chest, it denied him once more as it batted away his other hand with its tail before it grabbed one of them and pressed it against his lips.

For a moment, Zack stared at the lizard in confusion, but then his instincts kicked in and he opened up, allowing the pokemon to feed him. Anything that satisfied his hunger was welcome at this point, and he gulped down the berries without chewing, one by one, until the lizard had fed him the rest of the pile. Thoroughly satisfied, he let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes while the salandits on top of him rubbed and patted his stretched belly, alleviating some of the overbearing pressure. Their poison did its part as well, numbing the aching pressure and soaking deep into his stretched skin, loosening the tissue so it could better bear this immense stuffing, and the even bigger ones to come as they persistently attempted to breed him like he was a fertile salazzle. And the moment they latched onto his stiff buds, a single suck was enough to make him cum once again. His puffy anus loosened and his mouth watered in anticipation, and the feeding was already taking effect, his fat corks squirting thin streams of milk to feed the two hungry salandits.

Just like that, Zack was ready for more, and the shallow, but thrilling high persisted for another few minutes, entertaining him as much as the three males on his chest while he waited for the rest to return, reinvigorated and doubtlessly raring for more. He could hardly wait for it either, because there was nothing more addictive, more fulfilling than the love and lust of an entire harem of randy salandits.