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The bathroom air was foggy and humid as Opal stepped out of the shower cabin. Finally, she was clean again, her freckled skin covered with glistening droplets and her curly red hair soaked with water. The scent of shampoo and shower gel masked any remaining traces of the mess that had been on her body not too long ago, and only a slight bump on her abdomen and her reddened, sore pussy betrayed what had happened between her and her absol this afternoon. A shameful memory or one to cherish? She wasn't entirely sure yet, and an endless stream of thoughts occupied her as she toweled off and blow-dried her hair, absentmindedly staring into the mirror most of the time.

Had it been just a one-off, or would it happen again? Would Crescent ask for more, demand more? Would she submit to him again? How much could she even risk before the neighbors caught on to it? After all, there was already at least one sylveon in the neighborhood who knew about her dirty secret.

After brushing her tousled hair in all directions for a whole five minutes, Opal eventually let up and put down her hairbrush, trying to banish those concerns from her head — what happened had happened, there was no undoing the past. As long as she didn't allow her absol to engage her like that ever again, it would have been nothing more than a single lapse in judgment, and everything could go back to normal.

However, Opal's resolve was tested the moment she entered her bedroom to don some fresh clothes, because Crescent was already there, waiting for her with a wagging tail. Sprawled across the lower end of her bed, he lay on his side at just the perfect angle that his fuzzy, sweaty white sheath and heavy black sack were the first things that struck her attention, followed closely by his gorgeous, half-lidded blue eyes.

"Oh, hey there, sweetie. What are you doing in my room?" she asked, trying to overplay the nervousness in her voice as his presence and undeniable interest in her naked body made her heart pound. She had never felt so naked in front of the absol; she had never been so aware of his gaze while he languidly inspected her from head to toe, lingering a little longer at the halfway point.

Eventually, the quadruped let out a jolly whistle and stretched out a forepaw, patting a pile of clothing in front of him — her clothing. Opal hoped he hadn't messed up her wardrobe too much as she checked out his choice. "What's that? Do you want me to wear this?"

The absol nodded without missing a beat, his tail wagging even faster as he nudged the clothes toward the edge of the bed.

As Opal moved closer to get a better look, she was finally hit by Crescent's scent. Although she had blasted him with the water hose when she had cleaned the patio, the water had only been a temporary fix as his musk was again as strong as before. Pungent, acrid, yet so familiar, the stench of the feral pokemon male conjured a hot blush onto her cheeks as she stood before him, absentmindedly inhaling even more of the potent cocktail while he rolled around on the sheets, his tail whipping back and forth in an excited blur as he waited for her comment on his choice.

Was a whiff of his scent really enough to make her horny again? Did he know what this was doing to her?

Opal shook her head and tried to ignore the new heat welling up within her. She really had to give him a proper, thorough bath sometime, but first, she had to get dressed. Bending over the stack of clothes, she skimmed through them and hummed in appreciation. Her absol had a sense of style because he had picked a matching green crop top and skirt for her. He had even thought of her underwear, and the fact that he had carried that pair of pink panties in his muzzle, lacing them with his spit, sent an electrifying shiver through her.

Since when did he care about her clothing, though? Never before had the absol touched her wardrobe, only to now ready an entire outfit for her. Why?

In any case, she couldn't have made a better choice, and she reached for the panties to put them on. But just when she was about to pick them up, Crescent sat up and craned his head toward her, halting her motion with a paw on her shoulder. Peering deep into her eyes for a second, he finally parted his lips and slipped out his big rosy tongue, but instead of plastering her cheeks with a wild flurry of licks — his usual way of greeting her — he tilted his head and targeted only her mouth, swiping his slippery muscle across it before his lips met hers.

Opal gasped at the unexpected advance, and before she could say anything, the feral thrust his tongue past her lips, his warm, sweaty paw pad tenderly cupping her shoulder as he explored the depths of her mouth. The last and first time he had done this, he had been pounding her pussy raw on the patio, and at that moment she understood that this wasn't just a friendly lick, but a deep kiss. He was kissing her, with tongue, and the realization hit her so hard, she moaned into his kiss, sucking on his writhing tongue before she accidentally swallowed a mouthful of their mixed saliva.

The absol chuckled at her reaction, and he shoved his tongue even deeper into her mouth, deep enough to make her gag. He left it there for another second before he pulled back and broke the kiss, still staying close enough that a glistening strand of spit kept dangling between their lips.

Once Opal had recovered her breath, Crescent went in again and indulged her in another exchange of affection. This time, she was prepared, though, and she reached around the male's head, holding him steady as she coiled her tongue around his in a much more mutual dance.

Eventually, their second kiss drew to an end as well, but even after their lips parted, Opal's heart continued to pound so hard, it almost burst from her chest, and the thoughts in her head were spinning faster than ever. Was she just horny? Or was it genuine love? She was crushing on him, wasn't she? But what was it to Crescent? Sure, he sat there with a beaming smile on his muzzle; sure, he had just shared two deep, intense French kisses with her, but was this only a result of his lust for her or something deeper? Honestly, she wished she could've had a week or so to mull over these questions — ultimately dismissing them as sappy nonsense — but he hadn't even given her a single day.

Before Opal could lose herself in the flurry of questions, though, the absol pawed at her shoulder and returned her attention to the stack of clothing. "Oh, right. Thanks for that, sweetie," she muttered, hastily nodding at him as she slipped into the panties. A few moments later, she was fully dressed again, and even though her outfit had a distinct note of sweaty absol, she didn't mind it one bit. It's not like she was planning to go out into town anyway — she was too exhausted to even humor the notion. Instead, she ruffled Crescent's mane in appreciation and went downstairs, heading out onto the patio with a book in one hand and the absol close to her side.

Fortunately, the rest of the evening passed uneventfully since the absol's energy reserves were as empty as hers. He spent most of the time loafing next to her lounger, lazily staring at the backyard while she immersed herself in her book. Frankly, it wasn't a good read, just a cheap light novel she had begun reading some time ago and hadn't finished yet, but it was enough to distract her from the events of the day, granting a moment of peace after all the nerve-racking excitement.

As the hours passed, the sun set beyond the horizon, the heated air cooled, and the sky gradually darkened to a deep blue. When it eventually became too dark to read, Opal set down her novel and stretched with a yawn, "Ah, is it that late already? I think it's time to head back inside." Patting the absol on the back, she slipped off the lounger and made her way back into the building.

Upon noticing her departure, Crescent rose with a sleepy snort and followed her into the living room. However, where she stopped next to his poke bed next to the sofa, he completely ignored the big, padded basket and strutted past her, heading straight toward the stairs.

Was he going for a late evening snack? The kitchen was on the ground floor, though. "Crescent, where are you going, sweetie?" Staring at the feral in confusion, Opal shook her head, closed the living room door, and followed him up the stairs. As he passed by the bathroom and approached the door to her bedroom, she finally understood. "Hang on, do you want to sleep in my room?"

The absol didn't stop to respond, though, but pushed open the bedroom door and slipped inside, making a beeline for her bed, waiting at the foot end for her to catch up with his head tilted and a strange glint in his eyes. As soon as he was sure of her undivided attention, he stepped next to one of the bedposts and raised his hindleg, communicating his intentions with nothing but a soft grunt.

Opal raised a hand, her lips parting as she watched the male, but she didn't stop him. In fact, she couldn't have said a word if she tried, because all the concerns and desires she had suppressed this evening rushed back to her mind as she saw him prepare to piss against the bedpost of her bed.

The fuck on the patio had been ridiculously risky and careless, but it had demonstrated his unambiguous desire for her. As had the kiss, the fact he had chosen her outfit, and how he had stayed at her side ever since. Crescent cared about her, he wanted to be close to her, and whether it was a matter of lust, love, or a mixture of both, it didn't matter right now as she wanted the same, and this was the perfect opportunity. What happened inside her bedroom would stay inside her bedroom, and nobody would mind if she slept beside her beloved absol, if she hugged him a little tighter than usual, if she spread her legs for him and let him mount her again…

While Opal lost herself in ever dirtier thoughts, Crescent patiently awaited her reaction, standing there for almost an entire minute without moving a muscle, but she still didn't object; still didn't move an inch either. Only her eyes slipped between his hindlegs, latching on to his fat, drooping breeding orbs and his sphincter, that gently twitching pink diamond just below the root of his tail. Further below, a sliver of red peeked from his sheath, and she wondered if her ogling him aroused him as much as it aroused her.

"It's alright, sweetie. You can sleep here tonight," she whispered as if that question was still relevant. No, it was crystal clear that the absol would share the bed with her, and this was only about the details of that arrangement. He wanted to mark her bed, something she had scolded him for many times before, but today was different. He had marked her not too long ago, and something about this notion tickled the same naughty part of her brain. Besides, she could always scrub it clean later.

Finally, Opal nodded at the absol and not a second later, his anus twitched a little harder, a soft grunt escaped his muzzle, and a thin stream of steaming yellow urine erupted from his peeking tip, dousing the bottom of the bedpost and impregnating the wood with his scent. Once it was enough to leave a stain on the carpet underneath, he paused the flow and moved on to the next bedpost, repeating the process four times in total until every single bedpost was marked. Then, he climbed onto the bed and spread himself across her sheets, looking at her with an expectant grin.

His work was done, now it was time for her to get ready for bed.

Yet, Opal stood there for another moment, blankly staring at the damp splotches of piss before she snapped out of her daze and reached under her top. With a red hot blush rising to her cheeks, she pulled it over her head and bared her freckled boobs to Crescent's hungry leer. He even licked his lips as she reached for her skirt, and she couldn't help but notice the growing damp spot on the blanket right below his peeking cock, the fabric soaking with his pre and piss. Not that it mattered, because he was so sweaty that her entire bed would be soaked with his scent tomorrow anyway. Nevertheless, it riled her up as much as everything else, and by the time she stripped her panties, the dark splotch on them was as big as the one on her sheets.

Finally, Opal was as naked as her absol, her plump, glistening pussy as bare as his swelling, pulsing red cock, and his lusty gaze made her feel more exposed than ever. Usually, she would've slipped into her pajamas at this point, but she dismissed the idea as the feral insistently patted the sheets, and instead, she headed right for the bed, biting her lip as she lay down next to him. Not a moment later, he craned his head over her naked frame and sampled her scent with flaring nostrils. Drooling, purring like an idling engine, he parted his muzzle and darted out his tongue, brushing it across her slender belly, circling it around her navel, dragging it down her abdomen, across her fuzzy red pubes, and further down still.

Opal squealed as Crescent's wet, hot muscle flicked against her clit, and her voice and face melted with bliss as he followed up with an even wider, firmer lick across her cunt. "Ah, Crescent. W-what are you doing? Didn't you have enough today?" As if she even needed to ask that question, because of course he wanted more. It was night time and they were sharing a bed, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that he was up for more fun times.

Although, her horniness apparently clouded her judgment because the quadruped wasn't actually interested in a tumble in the sheets. Instead, he pulled away from her pussy after just a few licks and slumped next to her, straddling her from the side with one foreleg wrapped around her chest and one hindleg wrapped around her thigh, his half-erect shaft grinding against her skin. Snuggled close to her, he nuzzled her with a contented purr and sought out her lips with his muzzle, enticing her into a deep, passionate kiss. Exchanging spit and tongues for another blissful moment, he ultimately broke away and nestled his head against the crook of her neck, closing his eyes with a hearty yawn.

Barely a minute later, the absol's breath calmed and his heartbeat slowed, indicating he had slipped off to sleep while Opal was still wide awake, her heart pounding in her chest as his languid affection had triggered a fresh surge of confusing thoughts and emotions. She was even less sure than before about what was happening between her and him, and in her groggy arousal, part of her also felt slightly betrayed that he hadn't continued to lick her, that he hadn't mounted her again. Instead, he lay draped over her like a living, breathing blanket, enveloping her with his potent male musk and body heat at her every breath and heartbeat and teasing her with his half-hard, leaking cock. It made her so horny, so excruciatingly hot and sweaty that she doubted she would ever be able to fall asleep, but she still closed her eyes and tried to find some rest.

It would take another half hour until Opal was so tired, she passed out anyway, and once she was asleep, she didn't wake up until the next morning broke and the sunlight pouring through the cracks in the blinds fell onto her face. Sadly, her slumber wasn't particularly restful, as she woke up in an even worse state: swelteringly hot, ravenously hungry, and relentlessly horny. However, the rumbling of her empty stomach was drowned out by a noisy chuffing and slurping, and when she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a fuzzy white butt and a wagging black tail. Crescent was on top of her, purring as he casually rubbed himself against her cleavage and lapped at her cunt. Judging by how wet everything felt around her tits, he had been doing this for quite some time already, soaking her sweaty crotch and belly with sticky pre and spit, and it also explained why she was hornier and hotter than ever.

"Ah, g-good morning, sweetie. C-couldn't you have waited with this until I was awake?" she muttered and took a shaky breath, only to moan and quiver as she inhaled a lungful of his intoxicating musk. All the while, her eyes were glued to his fluffy backside, his flexing pair of balls and twitching pink pucker fanning the flames of her lust as much as the incessant shlicking and slurping. "D-don't stop, though. I-I'm getting close."

The instant Crescent received her permission to carry on, he stepped up his game and unleashed a fervent flurry upon her clit, turning the lazy tongue wash into a formidable storm that made her squeal and squirm. Her screams didn't reach far, though, as he unceremoniously planted his rump on her face and buried her beneath his hot, sweaty fluff. And where his musky, sweaty scent had enveloped her like a potent perfume before, it now smothered her with an intensity that drove tears to her eyes and stoked her arousal into a raging wildfire, almost pushing her over the edge then and there.

Although the absol's butt shrouded Opal's in fuzzy darkness, the needy tensing against her lips left no doubt about what was nestled against her mouth. In her ravenous lust, she greeted his sweaty asshole with a fat, sloppy kiss and began to circle her tongue around his tight sphincter, inundating her nostrils and taste buds with the rawest, most intense version of his aroma, but that only made her drool even harder.

Not a moment later, Crescent rewarded her ministrations with a deep, throaty groan, and he forcefully spread her thighs apart. Ceasing his own superficial licks, he instead plunged his tongue deep into her channel and thrashed it around like a beached magikarp, pumping it in and out in an ever faster frenzy.

The tongue-fuck finally was too much for Opal to handle. Crossing her legs behind Crescent's neck, she erupted with a muffled scream and burst into violent contractions, squirting her juices all over his muzzle. But even though her folds tightened around his tongue with almost painful force, she couldn't break his ravenous affection, barely slowing the thrusting and thrashing of his slippery muscle as he drank from her tangy nectar with wet, noisy gulps. And where the orgasmic supernova lit up her brain with the flash of a thousand exploding stars, it didn't stop her own ministrations. Clutching the absol's sweaty rump with both hands, she slammed her tongue deep into his ass and frantically mashed it against his prostate, mirroring his affection the best she could while she lost herself in the rush.

Crescent's unyielding affection sustained Opal's orgasm for another minute before her body couldn't keep up anymore and her high tapered off, her channel's contractions ebbing into a weak flutter. The rest of her body followed suit as all strength escaped her limbs, her arms and legs sinking down onto the mattress, and she finally pulled her tongue out of his butt to catch her breath with deep gasps. It had been less than an hour since she had woken up and she was already completely exhausted.

At least, the absol gave her some time to recuperate as he got up from her face and climbed off her body, making himself comfortable beside her with a cocky smile as he inspected the aftermath. Although he hadn't ejaculated or peed on her yet, her reddened skin was soaked with a glossy layer of sweat, spit, and a few gooey strands of pre that lined her belly all the way down to her matted pubes.

"Fuck, Crescent, look what you've done. I barely woke up, and I already need another shower," Opal chuckled weakly, brushing a hand across the mess on her chest. Honestly, part of her wanted to stay in bed regardless, but not only was she in dire need of a deep, thorough cleaning, pangs of hunger also reminded her of the empty pit in her stomach, and a few gulps of fresh water sounded quite tempting, too. So with a heavy groan, she first heaved herself onto the edge of her bed, then onto her feet to drag herself toward the bathroom.

All the while, Crescent was hot on her heels, and he lunged in front of her just as she approached the bathroom door, slapping away her hand when she reached for the handle.

"Hey, what's the matter, sweetie? I already told you, I really need a shower right now."

The absol vigorously shook his head and raised his hindleg, showing off his fully engorged, dripping red rod. Then, he nuzzled Opal's butt and gingerly grabbed her wrist with his muzzle, trying to pull her along.

At that moment, a hot blush shot onto her cheeks, because she realized that she had completely forgotten about his needs and desires even though he had just given her one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Fortunately, the sight of his fat, pulsing cock rekindled her arousal in no time, and she figured that if they were to fuck, they better did it before taking a bath anyway. "Oh, you want to mate, big boy?"

Crescent finally let go of her wrist and nodded, his tail wagging in a flurry as he pranced toward the stairs.

"Why didn't you te… I mean, where are you going, then? Don't you want to head back to the bedroom…"

Shaking his head, the absol patted the floor until Opal followed him to the stairs. From there, he led her down to the ground floor and even further down to the basement, where he guided her all the way to the laundry room.

Only a single narrow, tilted window lit the tiled room with a smidgen of sunlight, and the smell of dust and detergent filled the air. Among the dryer, washing machine, and various tall cabinets, a colossal pile of worn clothing lay on the floor, the result of two weeks of neglect, and without missing a beat, Crescent jumped into the heap and scattered everything across the tiles. Hurriedly arranging the laundry into a makeshift carpet, he then began to paw and pat at it, all while looking at her with his tail whacking from side to side and his tongue dangling from his muzzle.

Once again, it was up to Opal to figure out what her absol wanted from her, but the circumstances didn't leave many options. "What? You want to mount me on that pile of old clothing?"

Crescent nodded fervently, then he jumped aside so Opal could lie down. And when she tarried a little too long, he made the decision for her. Slipping behind her, he bumped his head into her back and shoved her forward with enough force to make her trip and tumble into the pile with a stunned squeak. By the time she recovered, he was already on top of her, his fur brushing against her back and his swollen taper slapping against her thigh.

"Ah, looks like someone just can't wait," Opal laughed and bit her lip as the absol shuffled forward just a bit further, aligning his barbed taper with her dripping folds. And as if he hadn't licked her enough already, he showered her back and neck with a wet volley of affection, his tail wagging so furiously, it shook his entire body and hers by extension. His hips remained perfectly still, though, and he only slipped the very tip of his cock inside her as if he was waiting for something.

"Come on, push it in!"

Barely heeding her command, Crescent continued to plaster Opal with licks while he penetrated her ever-so-shallowly, only slipping the first inch in and out of her. All barbs, no girth, the sensation was awkward rather than pleasant, and she rolled her eyes with a distraught grunt, being denied so close to what she craved. So instead of waiting for him to move his lazy ass, she took matters into her own hands, pushing back against him to take the next inch. However, before she could get to the good part, his tip merely grazing her G-spot, he reared up and pulled back, placing both forepaws on her shoulders to force her into the pile of worn clothing, denying her once again.

"Crescent, fuck, what the hell are you doing? You didn't bother to fuck me last night, you didn't fuck me in bed this morning, and you keep teasing me. Why? We both know you need it as much as I do, so why don't you just stick it in already and fuck me hard, please. I need it," Opal whined, clenching her fists so hard, her knuckles turned white.

This time, her absol listened, and before she could say anything more, he slammed his rod all the way inside her, following up the first inch with at least eight more. She burst into a deep, throaty scream as her insides got stretched wide open by his girth, and for just a split-second, she was full to the brim with his hot, fat cock before he yanked it back again, raking his barbs across her sensitive insides to unleash a tremendous firework of pain and pleasure upon her brain. This was already as intense as their first time on the patio, and he didn't even bother to ease her in, giving her exactly what she had begged for when he skipped right to the feral pounding.

Crescent's merciless thrusts made Opal submit in no time, and being within the four walls of her home, she didn't even try to contain herself and screamed into the pile of clothes as he ravaged her tight channel, spreading her legs even wider and pushing out her butt like a bitch in heat.

As if he had ever treated her as anything else than his bitch since their first time yesterday. She had worn what he picked for her, she had let him stay in her bedroom, allowed him to mark her bed, and slept naked by his side at his behest. She had tongued his ass after he had woken her up, and ignored hunger and thirst just to get plowed by him in a pile of her old, dirty clothing. He was testing her limits, and she eagerly embraced it all.

The absol was just as aware that he no longer had to hold back because he hammered Opal even harder than in the backyard. Grunting and growling right into her ear, he lapped at her cheeks and drooled all over her face while his balls pummeled her crotch with resounding slaps.

Over the following minutes, Crescent's ruthless rut consumed ever more of Opal's mind and body, carrying her toward another orgasm at a breakneck pace, but where she let loose an endless song of bliss, her arms and legs trembling and barely able to keep herself uptight, she swore not to lose control over her bladder and piss all over herself again. That was easier said than done, though, as the absol's thrusts shook her whole body to the bone, smothering her with stimulation until she could no longer think straight. Her focus got even worse when he dug his claws into her shoulders, tightening his hold while he bashed his bulging sheath and swelling knot against her cunt with brutal might, but she still held on somehow.

But all that was left of her focus vanished the moment she erupted into a mind-breaking climax. Hitting her without warning, her pussy burst into wild contractions around his spiny taper, squirting all over his sweaty sheath, while the rhythmic clenching spurred his rutting rage on even more. Every single squeeze made her feel the barbed texture of his rod in more intense detail than ever, while his violent thrusts continued unabated, overloading her body with tingling stimulation, flooding her vision with the flash of a thousand supernovae, and finally wresting the last bit of control from her.

Already, Opal's squirts were getting wetter and messier, a different kind of relief sneaking into the storm of horny delight, but before she started pissing herself properly, Crescent tied her with one last thrust. Growling through gritted teeth, he forced his bloated knot against her stretching orifice until it finally slipped in with a nasty pop, and it didn't just seal her pussy as it swelled even bigger inside her, but it squeezed her urethra shut as well, squashing her relief before it had even begun. At the same time, his tip breached her cervix, and where his barbs had ruined her sanity as they had been grinding against her G-spot, they now snapped her brain in half as they reached a place ten times more sensitive.

Instead of celebrating the tie with a roar of triumph like her absol, however, Opal fell completely silent. Eyes out of focus, drool running from the corner of her open mouth, trembling and shaking with too little strength to hold herself upright, she stayed barely conscious while her lower body was wrapped up in violent contractions, suspending her in a twilight between dream and reality. All the while, Crescent growled into her ear as he came inside her, huffing and panting heavily as he blasted the first rope of hot, thick semen deep into her womb, and the next followed in quick succession, his rod tensing and rubbing against her raw, stretched insides at every spurt.

Opal came even harder as Crescent's virile fuck juice filled her fertile depths, and her contractions turned into desperate, greedy undulations, the movement of her internal muscles syncing up to milk his massive breeding orbs from every ounce of their potent baby batter. And although her cunt's anatomy couldn't match a feral bitch's equipment, the incredibly tight tie still made her cum for longer than ever before. A few minutes had to pass before her orgasm released its oppressive hold around her brain. But although her body eventually calmed down and her contractions weakened, her mind wouldn't recover entirely as long as the absol's massive knotted rod was still inside her. It didn't seem as if that fact would change anytime soon either, because it was still fully inflated by the time her high faded, pulsing and grinding against every inch of her sensitive channel and the passage to her deeper fertile depths to keep her on edge while he continued to nut inside her, flooding her womb with ever more of his thick, hot seed.

Eventually, Opal had recovered enough of her strength to heave herself back on all fours, only to blankly stare at her swelling, sweat-soaked belly. "Fuck, I thought you went all in yesterday, sweetie, but I guess I underestimated you."

Crescent returned Opal's whimper with a firm nuzzle and a loving lick across her cheek, only to slip off her back and turn around, ending up butt-to-butt with her. But where he assumed a position much more natural for a feral like him, the tugging and yanking hit her while she was the most sensitive, knocking her right back down into the pile of fabric. It wouldn't stop there, either, as the absol started moving, dragging her along on a brief, yet seemingly endless journey across the laundry room to take care of something.

Opal wasn't sure what the feral was up to, though, because she was too weak to turn her head to check and too distracted to think too hard about it. She only heard him rummaging, followed by the rushing of water and rustling of plastic. Then there was a thud, some crunching, and plenty of wet, noisy slurping, all the while he casually continued to fill her womb with spurt after spurt of seed, wagging his tail and shaking his rump enough to keep her distracted with fresh sparks of stimulation.

Once the absol was done, he turned back around and carefully hooked his paws under Opal's bloated belly. Gently pulling and tugging at her sweaty body, he flipped her over until she was lying on her back, facing him directly. Thanks to that, she noticed that his muzzle was soaked with water and crumbs, the source of which were a bucket of tap water and a large bag of kibble next to them that he had knocked over and torn open.

By now, Opal had become so hungry that she started salivating as she spotted the heap of dry little pellets that had poured from the bag and onto the tiled floor. She immediately caught herself wondering what they tasted like, and while she was still staring at the pokemon feed, Crescent scooped up a muzzleful, bent over her, and pressed his lips against hers with an expectant grunt.

Was he trying to feed her?

Opal moaned in surprise, hesitating for just a moment before she accepted his offer because she was starving, and besides, why would she refuse his gesture anyway? Because of her pride? Because of her decency? Both had become things of the past ever since she had submitted to him yesterday, and even more so after today, so she parted her lips and let him feed her a mouthful of kibble.

Crescent patiently waited for Opal to process the dry aroma, allowing her to thoroughly chew and swallow everything before he stuffed his thick, slippery tongue into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag and reflexively suck on it so she would wash down the taste of straw and oatmeal with his saliva.

The feral broke his intense French kiss as Opal's belly growled with a longing for more, and while she lay there, slack-jawed and gasping for breath, he gathered a muzzleful of water. Then, once she had recovered, he shared the wet load with a particularly sloppy kiss before he fed her even more kibble.

All the while, Opal embraced the feeding in a state of horny helplessness. First, Crescent had claimed her clothing, then her bed, and now her food and drink, asserting himself in taking care of her needs. She wondered what aspect of her was even left to claim, and she slipped a hand onto her bulging belly, absently rubbing the sloshing bump. They surely weren't compatible, right? There was no way he could knock her up? Yet, the mere thought of him impregnating her with his pups thrilled her more than it had any right to, and her craving for the big, handsome absol grew even worse than her hunger, demanding answers to all those questions that had been tormenting her since yesterday. So the next time he shared a sip of water with her, she clasped his head with both hands and looked deep into his blue eyes. Heart hammering in her chest, she pursed her lips and finally whispered, "I love you, Crescent, sweetie. I love you so much, but I can't help but wonder… i-is it… d-do you…?"

Without missing a beat, the absol locked his lips with hers and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. And since he couldn't talk, she figured that this was the clearest sign he could give that their feelings were mutual, that he loved her back, that he wanted her as his mate. But maybe this was just another figment of her imagination? Her feelings making her believe things that didn't exist? The usual doubts reared their ugly head once again, but she ignored them faster than ever as Crescent deepened his ardent affection, distracting her with the eager dance of his tongue and the wonderful warmth of his muzzle.

Eventually, Crescent broke the kiss to take a deep breath, and while Opal's mind was still clouded with lovey-dovey fuzziness, he suddenly yanked his hips back and extracted his half-deflated knot from her pussy. But instead of pulling it out entirely, he slammed it back inside and stretched out her poor pussy in a surprise encore to their previous romp, knot-fucking her with wet slurps and pops, grunting and drooling all over her face. And when she started screaming in overwhelmed delight, he silenced her with another deep French kiss, utterly dominating her with his love, his fat cock, and his powerful tongue to consolidate their new relationship. At that moment, she knew that he would protect her, care for her, love her with all his heart and body, rut her, mate her, breed her, and she eagerly embraced it all, submitting to her absol to become the happiest woman in the world with no more doubts and no more worries on her mind. The next workday seemingly an eternity away, she was now all his for the rest of the weekend.