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"Oh, fuck." I said, retreating from the door when I saw, standing between the other two, the suited man from the park with his golden lion. "He's back, Flame!" I hissed as I retreated from the door and contemplated other ways out of the apartment. "He's here!" Ebonflame hopped off the sofa, his fur already abush, and glared at the door. We could escape out the bedroom window, but go… where? The man had already found my apartment, which meant he probably knew where I worked, too.

The knock came again, unchanged from the previous knocks. And I had foolishly let them know I was home by talking to them. Gritting my teeth I shook my head with a growl. There was nothing to do but figure out what the guy and his suits wanted. “Be ready, Flame. If they want to go at us like Armadore's men, let's give 'em hell." Flame nodded, moving around to the far side of the recliner where he could just peek out and see the door, black mist beginning to puff from his bushed fur.

Returning to the door I cracked it open to the limits of the stay chain. “Yeah?" I asked, displeasure readily apparent in my voice, ready to kick the door shut in his face.

“We are here concerning your Pokémon, sir." The lead suit, the one whose lion had attacked Ebonflame earlier in the day, said evenly, his voice neutral. “We intend no harm, to either of you. We are here to clarify the situation, for you and her. May we come in?"

“And who are you, are they?" I nodded toward the other two suits standing to either side of the golden lion's haunches. At least there was no sun hovering above the beast's head, this time. It merely looked like a very large, very dangerous, but otherwise mundane lion. Well, except for that soft golden hue and white tipped yellow-gold mane. It wasn't metallic, per se, but gave a great approximation of it in natural fur hues.

“Ah, apologies. I am Heilan, this is Nimue." His hand dropped toward the lion at his side, brushing across the mane. “My associates are Avery and Malthier, attorneys at law for the Firm."

I blinked and frowned. “Attorneys? What the hell do you need attorneys for? You attacked us!"

The man, Heilan, nodded his head slowly. “To verify certain sensor readings, nothing more. If we may come in, sir? This situation is complex, and better explained in the privacy of your home than here in the breezeway or your work office."

Grudgingly I pushed the door closed to release the stay chain and drew it open again, stepping back to one side where I could more easily ambush them coming in if they did anything suspicious. They did not, Heilan stepping in with his lion behind and then the other two after them. I closed the door with a bit more force than necessary, the chain rattling against the frame. “What is this all about, then?"

“The estate of one Bernard Greenpatch, late of Greenpatch Holdings, and his named beneficiary, one Pokémon referred to as 'Ebonflame'." I blinked, my jaw dropping. “I could only assume you found a Pokémon containment vessel and released her from therein?"

Floored, I meandered into the living room and waved toward the sofa, inviting them to sit. “Uh, yeah. Two weeks ago, or so." I admitted, trying to wrap my head around an estate being managed for a century without being gobbled up by probate.

The two suits who had accompanied Heilan settled onto the sofa but he remained standing, one hand on his lion's head. The cat took up a huge bit of real estate in my living room even seated with its tail curled around its astoundingly huge paws. The lion turned its head up and let out a soft, basso rumble that I felt through the soles of my feet. The owl perched on the man's shoulder gave a soft hoot but did not otherwise move. Heilan merely nodded toward the owl and stroked his lion's mane. “Do you still have the device?"

I nodded jerkily, “Uh… yeah, I, uh, it's in my office." I pushed myself out of the recliner and went into my office. The red and white ball still sat, utterly forgotten, on the shelf where I had placed it after releasing Ebonflame. I brought it out and handed it to Heilan. He, in turn, handed it to one of his associates, the one without a Pokémon. The other's owl remained perched on the reinforced shoulder of his expensive tailored suit, watching me with those pale, haunting eyes. I spilled myself back into the recliner and put a hand down when I sensed a black form slink around to the side to stand next to me. My fingers slipped into the fur of his hackles which were still bushed but settling.

The man studied the ball for a few seconds, fished a small tool out of an inner pocket of his blazer, and deftly popped up the button on the front of the ball. He peered into the revealed space for a moment before setting it down and fishing a small card out of his pocket to review whatever it said. “Serial number match, sir." He stated flatly after comparing ball and card for several moments. “All conditions achieved." His eyes shifted from Heilan to me, then Ebonflame, and then back to the pokeball as he set it on the end table. “All." He reiterated.

“Understood." Heilan turned to face me and straightened a bit, lacing his hands behind his back. “When the late Mister Greenpatch was facing the end of his life a century ago he did two things. One was to trap his companion - his mate," Heilan nodded down to Ebonflame, “in a Pokéball." He released one hand to wave at the device on the end table before lacing them together behind his back once more. “In the hopes she would survive the disaster he was caught up in. That, it turned out, achieved its purpose but not its goal. Mister Greenpatch was involved in the Pokémon emancipation movement which continued despite the loss of his leadership, eventually achieving its goals. The destruction of the airship, the loss of all lives, was the attempt of the opposition to stop Mister Greenpatch's efforts by removing him." As he spoke Heilan did not pace, did not move, watching me steadily. “As we now know, their efforts were for naught. Others took up his mantle and carried on his efforts." One hand dropped to his lion's head, stroking the short fur just forward of his mane.

“The second thing he did was record a quick last request, a last will, which was recovered from the wreckage." His fingers splayed into his lion's mane as he took a slow breath. “We maintain the recording he made but can only offer a transcript, if you desire. It is… not pleasant to listen to. The gist, in short, was that our Firm was to maintain his holdings, his estate, until such time as his Pokémon was rescued, whereupon those holdings would fall to her." His hand left the mane to wave toward Ebonflame. “And, should the person who discovered her prove worthy, themselves as well. As it was assumed that the trap would be located relatively swiftly amongst the wreckage a hold on probate proceedings was ordered, and thence maintained when Ebonflame's device was not located."

“Until I found it, fifteen miles from the site." I finished with a slow nod. “A century later."

Heilan nodded, “Which you found, yes, and released her from, thereby initiating our attempts to locate her, verify her identity, ascertain her condition and the situation she was in."

“Him, actually." I said, one corner of my mouth quirking up rakishly.

That gave the man pause, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Pardon? Him?"

I nodded. “Him."

“Sir, all records indicated that Greenpatch's Pokémon, Ebonflame, was female." The suited man who had been examining the ball said diffidently, also taken aback by the revelation. His gaze shifted to Ebonflame and then down, eyes blinking. I was not sure what he saw but it must've verified my claim.

“He was." I said with a nod, my rakish grin widening. “When I released him from the ball he was female. Upon learning that I was gay he… well, changed. He became male." I rested the fingers of my free hand against my breast. “For me." Ebonflame let out a low gekkr and I felt him sit up taller under my hand, sensed the swish of his tail around his paws as he preened proudly.

“I… see." Heilan stumbled a bit before regaining his composure. “All indications from sensors, and verified this morning during our impromptu duel, does indicate that we are dealing with the same Pokémon. Her… sorry, his abilities were never exhaustively detailed, as he did not fight in the Pokémon arenas of the day. Considering his type that would have been too revealing. They were, however, exhaustively examined and recorded, allowing very accurate sensor arrays to detect their emergence, even a century later. As it stands, since we have verified - his - identity, our obligation to surrender the estate we have maintained since the passing of Mister Greenpatch to her care, and the care of her bonded." His eyes glimmered as a slight grin drew at one corner of his mouth. “Her mate, as it seems. That was one condition of the estate, that Ebonflame chose her new mate whom, it was assumed, would also be her trainer or, in modern terms, her bonded."

“His."

The man chuffed a reful sigh and nodded. “Yes, my apologies. His bonded."

“And his type? I've never determined that, myself. I don't even know how to classify the abilities he uses."

“Ah, yes. Ebonflame is an abyssal type, a demon." My jaw dropped and my eyes widened, brows trying to disappear into my hairline. “The power he uses is called the Flame of the Abyss, and is among the most powerful of Pokémon abilities, and quite dangerous."

“A demon?" I squeaked and cast a look down at Ebonflame, my handsome black furred lover… mate.

“As humans have demons in myth, Pokémon have them realized. No one knows how Greenpatch came across such an entity, but in his care the more chaotic, dangerous aspects of her, sorry, his nature were never manifested. It appears that under your care, likewise, that nature has not manifested." He took another slow breath before unrolling the last of his statement. “Therefore, as an apparent good steward of the beneficiary, Ebonflame, we are here to present you with all of the necessary release forms, legal paperwork, trust framework, and other associated details to assume stewardship of the Greenpatch estate." His attention shifted to Ebonflame. “With his affirmation, of course. In the end it all belongs to him, not you, even if your name is on the paperwork."

“And… uhhh… if I wanted your Firm to continue managing the estate with a stipend for Ebonflame's care and other associated requirements, would that be feasible? I mean, you've managed it for a century already." I offered a sheepish grin. I was okay with my personal monies, but I had no idea what remained of the Greenpatch properties, though I dreaded to think there might be outstanding debts that had been accruing for a century. Talk about late fees!

Heilman smiled thinly and nodded. “We assumed that could be a potential choice you might make and have the necessary paperwork already prepared." He waved his free hand toward the two seated men who had remained voiceless through the long exposition, on my sofa. When I turned to them the man with the owl on his shoulder took out a briefcase, opened it, and produced a folder as thick as my wrist. It made a palpable thump as he set it on the table. Little tabs and stickers stuck out everywhere and I could read 'signature here' on a few of them.

“Wow." I gulped as I stared at it, agog. “All that for some antiques and maybe land?"

Heilman actually laughed, a cool, almost sinister sound. “Oh, no. Greenpatch came from a monied family with a long history, established multiple very successful businesses, chaired many corporate boards of directors. He had no heirs nor patronymic ties, his assets were strictly divested from his businesses, the eventual sale of which provided further assets to the estate. The entirety of which are a considerable portion of our Firm's managed properties. Under the Firm's stewardship those have grown considerably, but were already considerable even at the time of his passing. The current valuation as of noon today, when these legal materials were being prepared, was well into the multiples of billions, sir, and seventy-three still extant properties, domiciles, and managed lands encompassing approximately four point seven thousand square miles." He offered a thin smile. “Ebonflame is now the wealthiest Pokémon in history, and globally at this time, once his essence has been imbued into these documents."

My jaw dropped and I almost swooned right there in the chair. I heard Ebonflame's surprised gekkr-yelp as well. I had no idea how much he understood about money and material wealth but even he seemed floored by the news. “His… essence?" I could hardly speak, my voice a choked croak. I could barely breathe. Multiples of billions? Holy shit!

“He would merely need to express his natural ability, the Flame of the Abyss, and place his paw upon the relevant highlighted sections of the documents. You would then sign beneath, but always after he has placed his mark. We can identify you as his caretaker, or mate, as either of you prefer."

I sidled over and the man who had examined the Pokeball stood to give me room on the sofa. He went into the kitchen and returned with two of the chairs from the table. One he placed near his partner at the end of the sofa and the other he placed opposite where I sat, where Heilman sat. “Would mate cause complications?"

The man shook his head. “No. Our Firm manages many such trusts and we understand such mate bonds to be permanent. None, to my knowledge, have ever been dissolved or divorced. Pokémon tend to hang onto those of us they bond to." He smiled and stroked the lion's huge head and I shifted my gaze between the two. “No. He and I prefer the ladies, of our own species respectively. Same gender mate bonds are quite common and, legally, do not pose any issues. Societally that is, of course, quite different."

I abruptly rose from the couch, startling all three men into sitting up straighter and a disquieted hoot from the momentarily unbalanced owl, and hastened into the kitchen. I snatched a knife from its block and returned to the living room to kneel in front of Ebonflame as the three men looked on. I held the knife up, the flat of the blade balanced on one finger and the hilt on another.

“Ebon, Flame, love." I said, my voice thick, “Would you wish to accept me? As yours, bonded and mate?" I asked after choking a couple of times.

“By body and blood." Heilman, understanding, intoned over my ragged attempts to speak.

“By body and by blood?" I repeated as I gazed into Ebonflame's brilliant eyes. The color was… it wasn't. It was all of them, swirling upon a field of black like the colors in an opal. His slitted pupils were vertical lines through swirling galaxies that widened, engulfing the colors as he craned his head forward over the blade held up between us to touch his cool nose to mine. I laughed and gasped and cried all in a single explosion of breath as I shifted the knife to hold it properly, looking at it quizzically.

Just how? I mean, sure, I'd seen the blood brother oath in a couple of movies, where they cut their palms and held their hands together but I could not bring myself to slice Ebonflame's paw pad. It would make walking a right royal bitch for days.

“Here, let me show you." Heilman stepped forward to take a knee, holding his hand out. I carefully laid the hilt of the knife in it. “Your hand." I held it out and he grasped my wrist, turning my hand over, and with one deft, efficient twitch sliced a neat line across the meat of my palm at the base of my thumb. The stinging slice burned like a bitch and I hissed a breath but held myself still as blood welled up. “Ebonflame?" When my wonderful fox-type demon - DEMON! - raised his leg Heilman reached down to take his paw and, with another quick twitch, drew a line across the back of his leg just below the elbow. He then guided my hand to grasp Ebonflame's leg, grinding our respective cuts together - DAMN but that stung! - while Ebonflame's paw rested upon my forearm. Cold fire seeped into my palm and raced up my arm with an icy, yet oddly hot, chill.

“We of Chathom, Lowe, Marks, and Trent, executors of the estate of Bernard Greenpatch, deceased, witness this affirmation of the social bond, the acceptance of the mate bond, and the formal union of the blood bond." Heilman intoned as he set the knife on the end table beside the pokeball that had brought so much chaos into my life, but also so much delight. “So notated."

“So notated." The two men seated on the sofa said quietly.

“I would suggest emerald, myself." I turned and looked askance at that non-sequitur interjected into that crazy tumult of emotions. Heilman nodded his head and I looked toward the man seated on the sofa with no Pokémon in evidence. He raised a hand to stroke a small golden stud piercing high in one ear. “A visual queue for others, mostly humans, to understand one is bonded and to whom. His is a Ponyta, Chimilee. She has a matching piercing. Emerald would look stunning against his black."

“Or sapphire." I said after a few moments, smiling at the opalescent swirl of Ebonflame's gaze. My leggy fox-type merely flashed me a bright, toothy grin knowing why I thought of such color. Heilman merely nodded sagely.

“Or that, yes."

Finally dragging my gaze away, I shifted and accepted a towel Heilman had somehow managed to secure from my kitchen to press against the small cut though it had already stopped bleeding, black tendrils of mist shimmering from its shallow depths. “How long will this paperwork take?"

Heilman returned to his chair and sat down and that's when I noticed the tiny, almost invisible white ivory stud secreted in the hollow of his ear's upper curve. The lion had another that was even harder to spot, but they were not mates, as Heilman had said earlier. The stud seemed to just signify a bond, not the nature of it. The owl had one too, a gold band around one leg that matched the one on his bondmate's left ring finger. At that moment I didn't care if mine sported a banner that said “I get face fucked by my Pokémon!" for all to see. I was Ebonflame's, and delighted to be his.

The substantial bequeathment was merely icing on a cake he had already frosted multiple times.

The paperwork took hours. There was just so much of it and the owl man wanted to go over each page at length, mostly speaking to Ebonflame but I was not left out of the education. My mind was boggled within the first ten minutes but I muddled through, letting Ebonflame's black misty paw press upon the large empty square to sign each section and I scrawled my own name below that. The owl man would then add his initials and date it. Heilman and his lion and the second man whose Pokémon I never saw added bits here and there to 'dumb down' some of the owl man's lawyer-speak. Dinner was ordered at some point so subtly I never saw it done and was retrieved at the door by the man without a Pokémon whose bonded, apparently, had delivered it.

It was nearing midnight by the time the last page was pawed, signed, countersigned, and dated. A second, blessedly smaller sachet of paperwork was taken from the briefcase and set down as the first monstrous stack was put away. “These are instructions on the accounts, holdings, and other properties. It will take us approximately a week to set up access and we will notify you then." Owl man explained as he rested his fingers on the new shelf of papers. He took a small card-wallet from a pocket in the briefcase and placed it on top of the papers. “These will give you access to the current primary financial accounts, you merely need to call the numbers on each card and set up the required access codes."

I looked at the small card-wallet and then Ebonflame. “How will he use them?" I asked with a frown.

“He can't, and does not need to. As you know most point-of-sale machines have interfaces Pokémon can use with their appendages, paws in Ebonflame's case, that are as secure as the biometrics you use for your own purchases. All he needs do is place his paw on them, the same way he did for the documents. The cards are for you, as you are his primary interface with our human centered society." He closed the briefcase with a click and stood. “And we're all set. Any time you would like to come down and go over… well, anything at all, our contact info is in the card wallet, the documents, and your phone, now." He stood smoothly, the owl staying in place without any apparent problems. As he took up the briefcase it gave a small series of hoots and warbles that sounded almost accusatory at his bonded. The man cast a look at Heilman, who in turn glanced down when his lion gave a low, chuffing rumble.

I raised my eyebrow as the two humans looked to each other again and then to me. “Yes, that. Okay." Heilman chuckled and rested his hand in his lion's deep sun-gold mane. “Ebonflame is at the cusp of evolution. I thought to keep that information quiet, and let nature follow its normal course, but Nimue and Freil think I should not, so I shant." He looked to Ebonflame and then up to me. “Judging by the level of his current power he may go through his next evolution within the month, depending on his level of activity."

“Activity?"

“Fighting, dueling, hunting." Heilman said and then the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Other physical exertions that draw upon his core strengths." In other words, without saying them outright; fucking. Like the man at the grooming parlor and his Zebstreka traveling the world so his bonded could get fucked. I nodded dumbly and offered a rakish return grin of my own. With a nod Heilman followed the other two out and I watched them move down the breezeway toward the parking lot before closing the door.

“Well." I said as I walked back and dumped myself onto the sofa, Ebonflame jumping up to sprawl alongside me, his head in my lap as I scritched below his ears. “That just happened. And I don't even know what the fuck that was. Is." I reached out to flick the folder and card wallet with a finger. “Your first bonded setting you up without knowing who would find you, or that they would treat you well, and setting up your… their, our… care, life, future." I shook my head and let out a sigh.

It was all too much; the day itself had been exhausting and the last six hours had certainly topped that. I was flat wrung out. Leaning down I nuzzled between Ebonflame's ears. “To say he must have loved you is ludicrous. He, this, went beyond love, Flame. It was devotion." Gathering the black furred fox-like Pokémon I hugged him against my chest as he raised his head to press the stiff velvet of his lips to mine. “I vow the same devotion, my little demon." I pressed into the kiss, letting his tongue invade my mouth as I slipped my arms around him and awkwardly rose from the couch to carry him into the bedroom.

I wasn't sure if he was feeling particularly amorous after the long day, I was asleep within moments, still dressed.

I woke the next morning with a black furry pillow, my head nestled into the hollow of his stomach with his body curled around my head from shoulder to shoulder, his head upon my chest and his tail over my face. A slight turn of my head, which did not seem to rouse his slow, steady breathing brought my face close to something else in the cup of his curled body. I did not even have to move his leg out of the way, letting it slide up over my face as I nuzzled under it, through the lush depths of fur along his stomach, until my lips found the soft fuzz of his sheath tip. A few gentle touches of my lips coaxed it back from the slim, hot flesh within and I circled it lightly with my tongue. His breathing did not change even as I nuzzled in closer, enjoying the taste of his sheath slickened flesh.

His hips jerked and he let out a soft snort, sliding the rest of himself into my mouth in a smooth, easy shove. I was not sure if that was a dream response or not, for he did not seem to rouse though his breathing quickened slightly. I let his length rest upon my tongue, stroking it lazily as I came up from the muzzy thoughts of my own awakening, and simply luxuriated in the feel of it thickening. Pre spattered as it began to throb and his body shuddered, drawing slightly and then bucking forward with another thrust. Blunt claws flexed against my shoulder and I sensed his head lift to look down at me as he finally woke.

He burred a short vulpine snort, placed a paw against the back of my head, and began thrusting in earnest. Ahh, what a lovely way to wake up, with my newfound mate in my mouth - or me in his, of course - while I awakened him. His body bucked and rolled as he thrust against my face with growing abandon, his fur sheathed knot bumping my lips. Bringing up a hand I closed my fingers over it and squeezed though did not use my grip to forestall his mounting passion. I simply let him free, gulping down the ever-increasing flow of pre for several long, luxurious moments before he popped.

With a sharp, snarling gekker his blunt claws dug against my scalp and his body curled tight around me as his body jerked, his cock spasmed, and my mouth was flooded with the copious thin wash of his salty, musky, sweet release. Ebonflame let out a long, slow, growling sigh of satiation as I suckled his first release dry, the corners of my open mouth turned up in an expression of similar beatific ease. It took another ten minutes or so for his body to be satisfied and his cock to rapidly slim, the knot against my lips shrinking. The soft fur of his sheath brushed my lips as he both receded and I drew up until the last slim taper eased from my lips into that fuzzy black scabbard.

Once free Ebonflame rolled, bounced up to his paws, and shook himself vigorously, tail lashing the air above me as I rolled onto my back with a satisfied sigh. What a delightful way to greet the day. I watched as he arched his back, fur rising in a fluff, and then bowed into a body long stretch that curled his tail up, giving me a very nice view of his handsome hindquarters from balls to the matte black pucker under his tail. Hopping off the bed he trotted out and I took a bit longer to lever myself upright and shambled out to use the bathroom.

Throughout that entire pleasant awakening my cock had never bestirred itself, not even a trickle of pre gleaming from the tip, so satiated was it after the last several days, weeks. After my morning ablutions I went into the kitchen, giving Ebonflame a ruffle as he sprawled on the sofa watching some morning program on the holo, I didn't pause to pay it any attention. Without words, or even bothering to dress or brush off the black fur clinging to me here and there I set about getting the coffee going.

Returning to my room I recovered my phone and called the office to explain I would not be coming in this morning due to rather profound and important family matters that had come up unexpectedly. The receptionist was understandably concerned, wondering if something had happened to my parents who were all the family I had - or, rather, that she knew I had. I reassured her my parents were just fine but I had an unexpected inheritance to deal with and it would take most of my day.

Settling into the sofa and letting Ebonflame's handsome head rest in my lap I took up the card wallet and drew out half a dozen cards. I began calling to activate them and set up the required security. Then I went through the sachet of paperwork, most of it dealing with the accounts Ebonflame had been bequeathed, how to access them and figure out just what to do with them.

It was…. Well, it was beyond astounding. They were prodigious, deep, and woven together with such complexity I knew I would need that Firm to walk me through it. And the assets were mind blowing. When Heilman had said 'multiples of billions' he had not been exaggerating. After a century being managed by a clearly skilled firm they had grown to exceed the entirety of Greenpatch's original businesses, before they had been parted up and sold off by subsequent boardrooms.

Ebonflame, and me by proxy, had just become unbelievably wealthy. I could not even imagine the tax nightmare that was going to cause. That, again, would be something I left to the firm. One sheaf of papers was nothing more than addresses of properties all over the empire, several around and within the city itself. Some were fallow, others still actively in use, mostly as parks since no beneficiary of Greenpatch had been around to develop them otherwise and local municipalities had taken over their maintenance. I, or rather, Ebonflame would have to determine what to do with those but I suspect most would remain parks.

One, just outside the city's beltline perimeter, I saw featured a large, secluded lake and chuckled. Seven hundred sixty three acres of pristine old-growth forest and a ninety acre lake where a certain crime boss liked to take a swim. I wonder what he would think if he found out it was now owned by a Pokémon.

One that his hireling had held in a trap, within his grasp, worth more than his entire business and criminal empire.

Ebonflame stood, turned, and stretched on the sofa with his rump almost in my face, forcing me to duck his lazily swaying tail. He grinned back at me and purposely dropped it to drag across my face as he hopped off the couch and padded toward the hallway. He gave a soft chuffing burr and I looked up from the papers to see only his rear half, tail twitching lazily before lifting up.

Ohh, someone was randy today. Not even two hours and he was asking me back to the bedroom. Well, I could work with that. I set aside my now mostly cooled coffee and ambled toward that salaciously waving tail. Just before I could reach out and touch it he darted forward with a grin cast over his shoulder and into the bedroom. I found him sitting on the bed facing the door, that bright gleaming grin still parting his muzzle.

“Okay, lovermine, what have you got in mind?" I asked as I approached the bed. His lush tail lashed back and forth as he stood and stepped back to make room on the bed so I kneed up onto it, leaning forward onto my elbows to see what he would do next. He stood and circled me, the fur of his shoulder and hip brushing against me from shoulder to hip before he turned and gave me a firm nudge in the butt. I huffed a laugh and moved forward a little bit further and watched over my shoulder as he turned behind me and dipped his muzzle to give me a lick from balls to asshole making me shudder.

Oh, certainly, my tall dark and handsome black foxy mate, I'll take more of that any time. He was not terribly heavy so when he rose up to mount me I barely even shifted, other than to lower my chest and raise my ass for the delights to come. As before his aim was a little awkward, poking high along the cleft of my ass a few times as he huffed into my hair. Adjusting his stance he tried again as I rolled my hips a little to give him more access only to be poked above and below the target. He huffed and growled softly into my ear and I was just about to reach back and give him a little aiming support when he speared home. His awkward poke became a sudden smooth spearing as his slender, slick shaft drove fully until me to its base, knot and all.

Of course, on the nascent side of arousal his knot was hardly thicker than my flaccid cock so it was just a momentary added thickness before he was buried fully. I let out a delighted groan and Ebonflame burred a sharp little gasp as his nose stroked my ear, followed by a long slithering lick from earlobe to the nape of my neck. “Ahh, that's it, Flame, love." I said as he drew almost his entire length back and then drove forward, fully, once more. “Fuck me." I gasped as his hips cupped my upturned ass and he drew, paused, and thrust again. 'Fuck me good!"

And, so, he did. Finding his stance after a few moments of sidling atop me he began to thrust at me with fierce, powerful, full-length drives that plunged that wonderful fox meat deep into me. Pre spurted and slithered about as he began to thicken rapidly, stretching my tight ring as I clenched my depths down and pushed against that invading power. Even as his knot grew he plowed it past my resistance and drew it back with muffled, wet pops that made my entire body shudder. Even fully aroused his knot was not a massive thing. Thicker than I was, and Paul had been, and any of the men since, but not something that caused any discomfort as it was pulled from me or driven back in. Each return thrust took more of his strength to work it through, and required that I relax a bit more, but easily accepted.

“That's it, love." I grunted as it pressed hard against my tight ring, its solidity as unyielding as a rock but slickened by his pre. I forced my muscles to relax and felt the heavy grinding weight suddenly plow through and drag another coughing, burring snarl from my lover, my mate. When he hammered in I clenched down tight and refused to let him draw back, escalating his snarl to a sharp burring growl. That's when he really went wild, his body slamming at my ass with short, savage, powerful jerks from his slim frame. With my ass clenched behind his knot there was not much left to give but his power made the spear of his erection pound the entire core of my being, his knot grinding just so, but I did not feel my arousal building. It was there, certainly, but the demand for release was pretty much ignored.

I was Flame's, now, and his pleasure was my desire. After all, his cock wasn't huge and even his knot was manageable. If I relaxed enough he could even drag it back out without any real discomfort. But I didn't, feeling how the tension built within the weight upon my back, the desperate grip of forelegs about my waist and the drag of blunt claws against the front of my thighs as he tried to push the entirety of his being into me.

And then let go with a jerking shudder atop me. His toeclaws flexed and dug at my skin as he pulled against me, dragging himself closer, his quaking legs cupping my ass and quivering. Deep within I felt the sudden rigidity of his shaft, the liquid shift and slosh of his pre, before it was all subsumed by the muscular pull and hot rush that eclipsed that of mere pre. “Yes, love, yes." I said, turning my head to nuzzle at the muzzle dipped over my shoulder. “Yes, that's it, let me have all of you." I clenched and massaged his buried cock and knot with the muscles of my ass as twitch after twitch poured molten heat into me.

That initial climax lasted several very long, very pleasant seconds but what followed was just as fulfilling. Or, perhaps, just filling as his climax faded but his cock certainly did not. His weight crashed down behind my shoulders and his muzzle pressed against the side of my neck, both forelegs releasing their death grip about my waist to straddle my midsection as he simply stood hunched over me. We spent the next half hour, more or less, like that. Every few minutes his throbbing girth would thicken a bit, harden, tense, and then send another brief torrent of heat into me but nothing like the first.

All the while, utterly unnoticed by my blissed-out submission to my furry black fox, dark mist drifted from his fur in waves, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. When he would have those little climaxes the mist thickened, rising up from his hackles like smoke to pool at the ceiling. With my face buried in the bedcovers or by the hungry dancing of tongues as we kissed, I never noticed it.

At length I felt his knot shrink and his cock slim before he unsteadily drew back. The soft squelch of his half-formed knot slipping free was decadence as I clenched to prevent pouring the copious seed sloshing about within me from soiling the bed. He dipped his muzzle and dragged his tongue solidly against the back of my balls and across my clenched ring cleaning any bit that leaked before it dripped from my balls.

After a brief visit to the restroom to lessen the risk of containment failure I went about preparing lunch, having entirely forgotten about breakfast having been lost in all of that paperwork. That was certainly going to change my life, both for the better and likely for the worse once people found out. Not that the existence of an inheritance from Greenpatch was known or even recorded in public history, it was nonetheless an insane amount of money.

And money is power. Those that have it can exert it, and those that know who has it want to use them to further their own power. I could only imagine what Armadore might want to do, having even that most minor contact with me previously. I would certainly have to give up my job with the city so I could see to Ebonflame's holdings.

And, of course, his desires which he made known half way through lunch. He gave a soft gekkr to get my attention and grinned toothily as he licked Pulki slime from his whiskers. I cocked an eyebrow at the deep cobalt gaze directed across the table at me and dipped his muzzle in a nod. He had to do it a few more times before I caught on.

He wanted me under the table!

I laughed and more than happily gave into his demands, ducking under the table to shuffle over to his chair. Let's just say that blowing him from below the table, with his forelimbs atop it and is rear legs all but sitting on my shoulders, sounds a lot more awkward than it is. Not even an hour from the bedroom and he was aroused enough again to fill my mouth at the table. This time I did notice the mist that poured from his fur, pooling on the chair to drift down around my knees, but I did not say anything.

Well, my mouth was full, okay!

Once his arousal had faded and another copious load of is desire had joined lunch in my belly, I shuffled out from under the table to give him a kiss before lifting him from the chair and carrying him to the sofa where we both sprawled out, panting. “Love, you're leaking." I pointed out as I stroked the fur of his sides, watching the thin streamers of black mist that rose and swirled about my fingers briefly before fading. He looked at himself and gave that splay-eared little shrug.

I remembered the day he had become male, how that black mist throbbed and pulled from his fur while I was getting ready for work. This was similar, but different. It was steady rather than pulsing, simply exuding from his fur and drifting momentarily before fading. Heilman had said he was on the cusp of evolution, and how he would achieve it.

“Love, are you trying to push your next evo?" I asked as I leaned down to nuzzle between those tall triangular ears. He raised his head, giving my lips a stroke, and grinned, nodding. I watched the mist, “Are you that close?" Another toothy nod.

He was close, but not yet quite there, and he knew the easiest way to achieve it. Unlike the days of his past where trainers would pit their Pokémon against one another often enough to maintain evolution, he could not just go out and find challengers. No, he could simply fuck himself to the next level, using me.

Not that I was arguing as I found myself on the floor in front of the sofa, face buried in the warm sunbaked stone and spicy musk of his belly fur with a fox erect and pouring yet another flood of cum down my throat.

Or, an hour after that, when I was on my back while he stood over me and plowed that knot into my ass yet again. THAT was awkward, let me tell you. He's a tall fox, very tall, so getting my hips up high enough while I was on my back took some effort and strain and, in the end, half a dozen pillows. But it was nice, too, because it let us share hot kisses almost the entire time his pleasant length and more than pleasant knot throbbed within me.

By then the darkness was fairly pouring off of him, cascading over me, across the bed to pool on the floor while a column of it rose up to spread shadows across the ceiling. The overhead light tried its best to overcome the encroaching darkness but gave in half way through with a soft, electrical 'pop' and plunging the room into late afternoon gloom.

And, every single time he seemed to produce the same volume of cum. How he managed to recharge and reload so quickly was well beyond my understanding. I knew I would not have been able to keep up with a quarter of his pace, but I did understand, while he was on his back on the sofa and I nursed a long, slow reward from him, why he had not so much as given my cock a lick all day.

And I was beginning to sorely need more than a lick.

He knew I would've become exhausted if I'd tried to match him climax for climax. Too exhausted for a day long fuckfest the likes of which I had never even tried with Paul or during my teenage years at my most hormone addled, that I could not have even imagined. And I didn't need dinner because my appetite was more than sated by the sheer volume of foxy seed I was gulping down. So I fixed dinner for him and spent it under the table, again.

By the time full night fell the apartment was a dark morass of swirling mist that even the light fixtures could not pierce. I simply turned them off lest they succumb like the bedroom light had. I could see, well enough, even with the lights off, to know where Ebonflame was in the center of all that roiling black mist. We didn't bother watching any holos and entertained ourselves otherwise.

Well, he entertained himself, and I entertained myself by being his eager, slutty human bitch.

He nudged and guided me into the bedroom close to what I usually considered my normal bedtime for, I knew, would be another session at my ass which was beginning to ache just a little. Not because of his size but because of how much he had used it… four, maybe five times since dawn, I had lost count. My face several more times, not that I was arguing. My jaw was not nearly fatigued and my belly not so full I couldn't take more, eagerly.

In the bedroom it was full dark and I had to let Ebonflame be my guide, as well as memory, as I shuffled to the bed. I found it with one leg and then my hands as I crawled up onto it, ready to be fox stuffed again. Boy was I going to sleep like the absolute dead tonight, even if I had to suckle him in my sleep. Shifting onto hands and elbows while darkness swirled and churned around me, I dipped my back and raised my ass for my mate, eager to feel him in me despite the low, persistent ache.

But he had other ideas. He came around and nuzzled under my chin until I raised my head, then pushed under me until I was forced to sit back on my heels. I could feel the smooth stroke of his fur against my thighs, stomach, and chest until the brush of his tail over my brow made me blink. If his tail was on my brow and I could feel his slender, petite paws between my knees, that meant his ass was maybe an inch from my nose. I could certainly smell it, that heady, potent musk of dried stone and deliciously spicy masculine bouquet, but I could not bring myself to taste it.

That wasn't me, after all.

His body pressed back, the lush fur of his backside grinding against my chest as his tail draped over my shoulder. Then I figured it out and leaned back slightly. “Love, I'm too big, and we didn't visit the pharmacy for lube." I explained as I stroked his haunches and flanks. I drew one hand back and inward across the deep fur of his rump to dip my thumb under the root of his tail. I felt it twitch up, curling about the back of my head even as the root drew to one side. The flesh under my thumb was hot and smooth, it twitched under the caress of my thumb as I stroked slowly up and down, circling. Coming down to the lowest point I pressed in gently, then upward. The natural inclination from a pressure ascending from the taint was to relax, I had learned that over the years.

When my thumb slowly drew up to dip toward his center I felt the muscles do as coaxed, relaxing with a soft twitch to let my thumb ease slowly into the tight, hot embrace. Ebonflame coughed a vulpine gasp and burred as he pressed back, all but impaling himself on my thumb. Was this the first time he had ever felt an intrusion in that particular entry? Had Greenpatch aimed high and plumbed his vixen via her back door? I was sure that, if he had, she may have been willing. HE most certainly was, his weight shifting side to side as my thumb slowly, gently explored the clenching heat under that upraised tail telling me of his eagerness.

Withdrawing my thumb I quickly stuck two fingers in my mouth to coat them with saliva while he whined a soft vulpine burr at the sudden absence. Placing them just below his rim I once more eased upward, letting one finger slowly ease into him and heard a soft, growling sigh as he shuddered. After probing that heat for a minute I shifted my hand to bring a second finger up against him.

That did not go so easily. It took a little to slip it past his tight, twitching ring and his soft growls rose to a softer whine. I was barely past the first knuckle when he let out a soft, whining yelp and pulled forward. I immediately withdrew my fingers and grasped his haunches to nuzzle above his tail. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, love." I said into that fur as I felt him relax. “It'll take some time, and we have that, love. I'm sorry I hurt you. We'll have to take it slow, and with proper lube, okay?"

Ebonflame turned about and drove his head under my chin, crooning a soft, rolling burr of vulpine sounds I could not put into words. His head came up and his tongue found my lips unerringly despite the darkness. He, most likely, could probably see just fine in the darkness of his own power and the more mundane darkness.

After a few moments of heated kissing to calm ourselves down Ebonflame shifted back and suddenly I felt paws on my shoulders, then upper back, as he pulled me forward. I fell into his breast, then downward as his paws continued to pull at me, wrapping around my ribs as I sensed his rear legs shuffling closer to my head. Well, if that was the way he wanted it that was the way I would let him give it to me. I raised my head into the pressure of his body and easily found his need when it tapped my chin, my cheek, and then my lips.

I opened my mouth with eager lust and he filled it with a smooth, firm thrust that plunged him to the knot to the eager caress of my tongue. Well, this was an interesting position, to say the least, and a bit awkward as I had to turn my head to one side so he could get himself fully into my mouth as he thrust. But heck, I was enjoying it, yet again, so I let him enjoy his lusts. At first all I could hear was the whisper and hiss of fur against my ears, the soft scratch of bedding under his rear paws, and the soft chuffs and growls as his pleasure thickened in my mouth. After some minutes, however, I began to hear a low whisper that was not fur, not the slick sound of his erection plunging or withdrawing from my mouth.

It grew in volume, from a whisper to a hiss. Things fluttered, the sound of the curtain string's wooden bead tapping the wall. Still Ebonflame thrust at me, huffing rapid breaths as his forelegs clutched about my ribs and blunt claws dug at the back of my arms. The hissing became louder, the calendar on my wall flapping and curtains thumping as I began to feel a warm stir of breeze across my naked feet, a soft vibration of the bed that was not caused by my mate's energetic thrusts. I was aware of it, though most of my awareness was for that spear driving at my face, the thump of his knot against my lips, his particular musk that spoke of arousal fulfilled so many times without bathing.

Beyond us, beyond what I could see which was only the inside of Ebonflame's cupped legs and the shadowed sway of heavy balls, the darkness had begun to move. Slowly, at first, but growing more energetic in rapid pulses in time with the fox-like Pokémon's thrusts. The closer he came to his culmination the faster the darkness swirled around us, drawing into a column from bed to ceiling, stirring the curtains, calendar, and other loose objects. It sucked into the bedroom from other areas of the apartment leaving naught behind but the mundane darkness of night.

I saw none of this, listening with a less lust-addled corner of my brain as the breeze became a wind growing into a tempest of warm motion across my naked skin. Was this it? This had to be it.

But Ebonflame was still climbing toward the precipice of pleasure within my suckling mouth, his knot thumping against my lips with each plunge. What would happen, I wondered, when he reached that precipice and plunged off?

I felt his thrusts becoming erratic, his body shuddering and tensing as his cock thickened just that little bit more heralding that plunge from the edge. I sealed my tongue upward as he thrust, held, fell back, thrust again and held, his legs shivering. And grew.

He didn't fountain into my mouth as I expected, as I wanted and yearned for. He grew. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that it was not just that incipient firming that thickened him a moment before release, but an actual, noticeable increase in both girth and length. Soon each shuddering plunge touched lightly at the back of my throat when his knot pressed against my lips, and my nose. His forelegs shifted their fierce grip about my ribs, drawing back and up as he thrust now with slow, deep power. I felt his paws shift to my shoulder, then my head as my handsome black furred lover reared up so that he was no longer hunched over me, but upright, his hips drawing back and plunging forward into my face.

The wind roared until it consumed all other sounds, the bed shook though not so much that it threw me off all fours. Small things on shelves and dresser top fell and scattered.

And still Ebonflame thrust, his cock now stretching my jaw open in a way I was more familiar with from my own past. It was not a strain, but certainly… more. Each forward drive of his hips tickled the back of my throat and I gulped the surge of pre that poured from him with each throb and twitch.

The paws upon my head felt… different. Larger, stronger, the pads and firm pressure of blunt clawtips further apart, from above my ears to below my jawline to the back of my head. His snarl deepened to a very un-foxish rumble and his thrusts became firm, sharp jerks of his hips as he edged closer. The whole room seemed to shake and I heard something clatter noisily from the closet as the door was jerked open to rattle against the wind.

And then he came.

Oh, boy howdy, did he come. He drove forward, his knot grinding against my mouth, and his cock throbbed mightily and then twitched. It fountained across the back of my tongue and poured into my throat. I had already prepared myself so was able to swallow, but had to do so rapidly. Each upward press of my tongue made his body jerk against me and a coughing, baritone burr escape his throat. A second, just as powerful, flooded into my mouth, the hands grasping firmly at my head and holding it in place as I gulped with rapid thirst.

Gods damn did he come. Holy fuck, it was a torrent! I was barely able to keep up, feeling some escape from the corners of my mouth to trickle down my chin. I braced my hands against the front of his knees as he gave a few short, desultory thrusts and then stilled, his cock still throbbing as its presence filled my mouth like never before.

Wait, what?

His… hands?

That's certainly what it felt like, strong digits wrapped around my head holding me tight to his groin as his cock poured out the last dregs of his initial release. More would follow, I well knew and savored, so all I could go on was the feel of him holding me, the upright stature he had adopted, the heavy pall of thick fur brushing my face redolent with his dry stone and arousal spice. I could see nothing at all because the room was night dark and he was, of course, even more black than that.

As his primary orgasm faded so did the rush of the wind and the trembling of the bed, until all was still and silent but for the sound of my swift gulps to consume the last of his offering. I could still feel what escaped leaking down my chin but I didn't care, I was lost in the moment, the realization that my Flame was something new, yet unchanged. So I relaxed into it, into being his, for his pleasure and mine in giving it.

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Chief Account Executor Heilman frowned when his phone trilled and rattled on the nightstand as he was preparing for bed. He was, for the night, alone as Nimue had another to spend his evening with, halfway across the city; a winsome yet slightly older Solioness who had caught his fancy and he hers. That was no issue, he could find his way home without issue once the sun rose. Sitting on the edge of his bed he tapped the phone to accept the call.

“Sir," He heard the voice of a technician who had been assigned to aid him in locating and validating the Greenpatch beneficiary. “Sorry to be calling so late, but the alarm has been going off the last twelve hours and I thought I would give you an update as the issue has, apparently, concluded."

“I thought the tracking system was to be taken down now that the beneficiary has been identified and bequeathed." Heilman said in his neutral voice.

“We were in the process of shutting it down when the alarms began, approximately twelve hours ago. It began as a low-level build, with a marked surge every hour or two that would settle in a higher energy state. Initially we simply turned the alarms off but each surge would reactivate them. But about three hours ago the scale exceeded the sensor's maximum rating and remained there. We could only assume the pattern continued and, approximately half an hour ago we detected a small, localized seismic event at the focal point of the sensor readings."

“A seismic event?" Heilman's brows went up.

“Yes, sir. About two point two on the seismic intensity scale, validated by other sensor networks within and external to our own, but limited to roughly a quarter acre in radius." About the size of a small apartment block, Heilman mused. “Shortly after the secession of the seismic event, which lasted roughly twelve minutes, the sensor net for the subject dropped to background state. Nothing further since about five minutes ago."

“Cease monitoring." Heilman ordered flatly, putting a little displeasure into his vocal neutrality. “The beneficiary has been located and full bequeathment bestowed, we no longer need to continue monitoring. Terminate the sensor net for them immediately."

“Affirmative, sir. I thought you would want to know due to the power level of the anomaly, sir. We were unsure what it portended."

“That is very well, I am informed. It was nothing more than an evolution of the subject who has all rights concerning their privacy retained now that our task has been fulfilled. Extend that to them." If it truly was the evolution Nimue had suggested was eminent, it was truly a profound one to cause a detectable localized seismic event. Exceeding the limited range of the detection network was hardly an anomaly, many Pokémon could do that during some evolutions, some even occluding from outside of their sensor network at times. But none, in Heilman's years, had caused tremors.

Perhaps he would give the subject's mate a call to ascertain what had occurred. He would do that in the morning, however. After two weeks tracking the elusive Greenpatch heir down with few full nights to rest he was not going to let this one slide. Especially since he did not have four hundred pounds of lion to share his bed with.

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Before Ebonflame's prodigious, in comparison to his previous, cock began to shrink I reached up to find his knot, to see if it had become larger, as well. Oh, it most certainly had, filling my grip quite nicely. Before, I could just about touch fingertips to thumb while squeezing it but now it was perhaps twice as large. Not something I knew I could pass so easily the next time he plumbed my ass but I was more than willing to see if I could take it at all so long as he nested it before reaching its full size.

And I would take it, I knew. I wanted that throbbing bulk in me, wanted to feel it grinding against my inner trigger as it throbbed and pumped his lust into my bowels. But not immediately, he would need some time to recover, even if it was only an hour or two as it had been between his desires all day. His knot shrank and his pleasant new girth subsided, eventually slipping free of my mouth as soft velvet fur brushed my lips. His hands shifted down, gripping my chin and drawing me upright.

The lips that met mine were fierce, the teeth behind them larger though no sharper, thankfully. The cool pad of his nose against my cheek was more broad as well and the tongue… well, let's just say he could delve a great deal further into my mouth than he had earlier. I groped at his hips, feeling the muscle shift under a new, thicker, deeper pelt as I returned his hungry kiss, letting him taste himself on my tongue. And, when he noticed, my cheeks and chin as well when he bathed away the damp streaks left by what I had not been able to swallow fast enough.

His deep gekkring growl was deeper in timbre but still unmistakably fox-like in nature as strong hands slipped around my waist to grab my ass and haul me closer. He wasn't quite as tall as I was on our knees, which meant that when he stood fully, he would probably be as tall as I was, if I recalled the design of bipedal Pokémon legs properly. Some stood flat of foot, like I did, while others had hocks and stood on their pads which made them taller with the same body mass.

And his mass was still less than my own, his hips slightly narrower, waist notably so but for the fur, his chest as broad as mine. I had to go by feel, and what I felt was quite enticing indeed. I was still exploring the broad plane of his chest when his hands shifted up to my shoulders and pushed, firmly. I fell back at his urging, quickly getting my legs out of my own way to sprawl on my back as I felt him move over me, a shadow looming darker in the night gloom of my bedroom.

Weighty balls dragged over my crotch as he shuffled astride me and I stroked his upper arms, lean and muscular under his fur, expecting him to rise up and give me another mouthful of his pleasure. I wanted to feel those balls, to see how much they had grown along with him. When I tried reaching down toward his groin he gently moved my hand away, back to his waist. I let both rest there as he straddled my hips, leaning down to give me a slow caress with his tongue from the side of my neck, along my jawline, and coming to my lips.

Then I felt his intentions as his velveteen balls drew up along my cock and he reached down with one hand to capture my needy erection. It was already slick with pre, I'd been leaking for hours it seemed and it only took a light caress of his pad around my tip to spread it across my firming flesh. “Flame, love?" I hazarded as I felt my erection lifted up, settling into the hot, satin furred cleft where his vixen diamond had been only days before. His hips rolled and he rumbled a gentle gekkr of approbation as his hand released and his posture slid my cock upward until it nestled into the pocket of his tail and ring. “Love, I was too big before…" He silenced me with another stroke of his tongue, delving it into my mouth as his hips shifted, rolled.

And then my blunt human head was kissing the hot center of his ring, his weight shifting back ever so slowly, dimpling his flesh inward. I felt it flutter and twitch as a slow, low rumble vibrated from his breast and through the muzzle pressed to my lips. The growl rose into a soft sigh, a whine as the pressure built and I thought about trying to shift my hips away, he was going too…

Fast, oh my gods! I felt the tight resistance of his flesh part and slip smoothly down half of my length as he let out a strained, growling hiss into my mouth. Immediately his ass clenched tight, forestalling any further progress as his body rebelled. He did not pull up, however, did not remove my painful girth from his ass. He simply perched there, speared by half of my length, my hands fisted into the thick fur of his waist and his own in the bedding to either side of my shoulders while he let himself adjust. His kiss faltered, tongue withdrawing as he panted and rumbled softly, his furred lips against mine.

And then he drew up an inch or so and settled, eliciting a grunt from me as the hot, barely lubricated friction pulled at the skin of my shaft as he slowly impaled himself. Within his body muscles clenched and grasped, pushed powerfully and seemed to pull at the same time. The sensation was excruciating in its pleasure but too tight to let me rise far toward my long abayed release. He drew up again, slowly, several inches and then settled with that same slow, torturous roll of his hips.

Half a dozen times, perhaps more, his body rose and fell in slow, torturous care until, at long last, I felt his backside come to rest upon my thighs, his tail flicking and dancing across my lower legs and toes. Heavy balls came to rest in the nest of my groin hair and he collapsed forward onto his elbows over me, his kiss once more delving into my mouth. I suckled upon his invading tongue as my own did battle against it and lost. He rumbled softly as I felt strong hands stroking the sweaty mop of my hair.

I also felt the slow, insistent tightening and flexing of that amazing rectal heat stroking my entire length, from the tight constriction about my base to the hot, silken smoothness caressing my tip. He lifted his head to look down at me, a soft, glowing blue shimmer of slit pupiled eyes and the flash of brilliant white teeth in the dark as he smiled wolfishly. I stroked his waist and hips with my hands, blunt fingertips delving deep into fur as he stayed still upon me, letting his body adjust. As a vixen, a very much smaller version of his current self, he had taken me easily though it was a tight fit. This was entirely new perhaps, as I did not know Greenpatch's predilections, to his new body, making him a virgin in that regard.

I could still feel that the girth filling him was somewhat uncomfortable in the tension of his abs and the subtle quiver of the thighs straddling my hips, but he was not willing to remove himself to ease that ache. I knew it would fade and the pleasure of our union would begin to overtake it. After all, I'd been there many times in the past, sometimes with particularly girthy males, so I knew. He would sure as hell be sore in the morning, probably each time we coupled like this, for the next weeks or months, depending on how often, and how roughly, he wanted to have me there.

Or, considering the last sixteen or so hours, perhaps it would only be days until he could accept me without discomfort.

Eventually the intense grip of his anal ring eased and he began moving again, watching my face as he drew up slowly, hovered a moment with little more than my head within him, and settled. I gritted my teeth and hissed at the smooth, tight, slick heat of him sliding down my length and grasped at his fur. He paused once he had settled to give me a quiet rumble of inquiry.

“Oh, feels delightful, love." I groaned as he slowly drew up again, driving me quite rapidly toward my needy peak. “Absolutely… fucking divine." He whuffled a soft, burring gekkr of pleasure and settled once more, easing himself around me, letting himself feel my presence within. I could hear him panting, sense the shadow of his head as he loomed upright, rising and falling with slow gyrations of his hips.

I let my hands drift inward, finding the plump ridge of his sheath and stroked the short fur softly. At its base his knot, still held within, was a bulky thing I could only imagine with eager impatience would feel marvelous inside me. His length was considerable as well, as thick as I was but not quite as long, but certainly longer when that knot was accounted for. It had touched the back of my throat when my lips were pressed to the curve of his knot so I knew he was well endowed in his new form indeed. Not enough to limit my breathing, save when I was hungrily gulping down his spunk, though.

Just right. No, perfect.

His rise and fall did not hasten, but the tightness let my arousal build slowly, despite its desperate need. My balls had been churning for hours but had not yet begun to ache. Under the mind-numbing stroke of his satin depths there would be no worry about the ache of blue balls very, very soon.

I groped his sheath, let my thumb caress the naked, dripping flesh exposed from it, and slid my other hand down to lift the weight of his balls. I could not wait to see those in the morning, up close and very personal. Only the size of his knot would prevent those from slapping my face as he fucked my mouth but that was no big deal, I could stare and get fucked at the same time. The thought of watching them twitch as he came is what finally tossed the last straw on the overladen camel's back.

“Love!" I groaned as my hips bucked up to meet the slow downward drop of his body, making him snarl softly in eagerness as my needy balls tightened, my cock throbbed, and then jerked. So tight was he that I could feel the rush of my climax rise from my very root until it fountained in hot, needy gobs into the embrace of his depths. “Oh, love, Flame." I moaned between gasping breaths as my cock jerked and twitched and tried to shove my very balls up through the tight embrace, the liquid heat of my gift washing throughout him, around my invading girth, and he let out a long, slow, rumbling sigh.

“G- Gooood, lllovve. Mmmyy Mmmate." He growled, cutting the last syllable harshly. At first I missed it, my brain was in a white nova fog as I finally found my release after an entire day of being fucked like a bitch in heat. The words were barely discernible in the heavy rumble of his growl as he lifted, settled, shifted slightly, and tightened to milk me to the very dregs. But they were words, and after a few moments they percolated through. “Lllovve, mmate. Gooood." He loomed tall over me, tail drifting slowly across my legs as its anchor muscles did amazing things to my still captured, still achingly erect, length. Eyes gleamed in the dark, a soft gleam of lambent blue hovering in the darkness. “Mmmine!"

Ebonflame could talk!

Reaching up I wrapped my arms about his shoulders and drew him down. My demon fox refugee from a Pokémon trap could TALK!

Fin.