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Aside from a somewhat awkward dinner where his sister asked him why he was so quiet, to which he blushed harder than he had an explanation for, the rest of the day came to a quiet and uneventful conclusion. His parents conversation in the kitchen provided a low background murmur during the quieter scenes of the made-for-TV movie he watched in the living room with his sister.

Alex barely paid any attention to the screen, instead focusing on not thinking of his sister naked. Essie sat in the recliner only a few feet away, face lit by the screen of her phone, both of them not watching the movie in amiable silence.

The plush couch and dimly lit scenes of the movie about a pokemon lawyer nearly lulled him to sleep, but a shadow lurking next to the couch caught his eye, something not quite right about the way it moved, how it resisted the light trying to illuminate the space it occupied. It materialized into a Zoroark.

To his surprise and relief, Alex froze instead of jumping or making noise, but his heart raced into action to make up for it. Zoroark grinned, her fangs ghostly pale in the darkness, eyes reflecting what little light there was as a shiny metallic blue.

He tried to stutter out something quiet, too shocked to even know what words would have come out of his mouth, but Zoroark flowed atop him, her knees straddling his hips, and pressed a large red claw over his lips.

Sweat instantly prickled beneath his shirt, her warm body pressing to his, locking their combined heat to his chest. The rest of her paw guided his chin gently to the left and her tongue found the sensitive skin along his jaw. Slow licks from her almost rough tongue stilled his breath for a moment, her own exhalation a heated whisper in his ear.

The pleasant assault left Alex dazed for a moment, only realizing Zoroark had turned him to face his sister during a brief pause where she trailed her snout down his neck to nibble his collarbone. He shuddered. Even engrossed in the small glowing rectangle of her phone, Essie should have noticed them had it not been for Zoroark. Still, any noise could draw her over, the TV only loud enough to banish silence.

As if noticing him looking, Zoroark playfully bit into one of the more tender spots on his neck. His fingers tensed at her hips, clutching soft gray fur, and Zoroark rolled her pelvis into his lap, the cloth pajama pants he wore letting him feel her brush against his twitching excitement. Her body vibrated with silent laughter.

Between the warmth of Zoroark's body atop him and the day's exertions, Alex let himself relax a bit while Zoroark licked and teased him. His sister still poked at her phone, completely unaware. He wondered if sex with a human girl would feel any different. It seemed hard to imagine it could feel any better than it did with Zoroark. He glanced at Essie's chest. It didn't bother him that Zoroark didn't have breasts, but given the chance-

Zoroark's deft claws carefully spread the opening of Alex's pants, letting his stiff cock spring free. His breath caught, and Zoroark leaned into him, her snout digging in just below his ear, tongue dragging hungrily against his skin. Damp heat pressed against his tip, letting him feel her wet lips hesitantly spread around his head, then lower still, until her insides firmly gripped and massaged his entire shaft.

It took every shred of control he possessed to remain silent, barely trusting himself to breathe, still facing his sister. Zoroark moved agonizingly slowly, her hips precise and controlled, the effort causing her pussy to flex and quiver around him. This restrained pace let Alex fully appreciate her body, the way her slick flesh slid across his like silk, the subtle protrusion of her clit when it brushed across his tip, continuing down the top of his shaft, and the way her sex vibrated throughout the entire stroke. It was heaven.

Already Alex could feel the pleasure building within him, his body's instinctive desire to prove his virility. While it wasn't the frantic rush that brought him to an early finish like before, he knew he couldn't hold out, even at this tender pace, maybe even especially so. Their position, her on top, trapping him in place, left her in complete control. He couldn't stop her hips, give himself a moment to edge back from the precipice, couldn't shorten the full strokes that let him experience everything from her lips spreading around his tip to how she tightened ever so slightly as her plump lips compressed against his pelvis.

Sharp fangs bit into his neck hard enough to hurt. Alex's chest tightened, a yelp ready to burst from his lips. He grabbed a tight hold in Zoroark's soft fur, squeezing. Unfortunately the pain didn't distract from pleasure. If anything, it only forced him to suppress yet another instinctual demand.

Zoroark's body once again finished lowering into his lap, embracing the full length of his cock in her suckling depths. The unfortunate barrie r of cloth only allowedhim feel a hint of her springy outer lips, though Zoroark ground herself against his pelvis before dragging herself upwards, leaving him wanting for her wet heat.

Alex couldn't take hit. He pulled his throat from Zoroark's jaws and shoved his face into the thick tuft of black fur on her chest in an attempt to silently warn her that he couldn't take much more. Her hips didn't miss a beat, raising until an unlucky twitch might pull him completely free, but she blessedly lowered once more before that could happen, her insides pulling him back inside. Zoroark pushed his face aside, back towards Ellie.

Zoroark spoke so faintly he might have imagined it. "Look at her when you cum."

Ellie lazily perused her phone, knees pulled up towards her chest, light from the TV playing off her pale thighs, exposed nearly to the gentle curve of her butt by the short cloth shorts she wore. He couldn't look away.

As Alex felt himself approach the deepest reaches of Zoroark's slim body, the fire roaring below his bellybutton exploded, stoked by the need for complete silence. His cock struggled against Zoroark's hungry grip, her inner muscles forcing his tip directly against her womb.

His mouth opened in a soundless cry while he emptied himself deep within Zoroark's body. Each pulse sent a wave of pleasure surging through him and a blossom of heavy seed to pool outside Zoroark's womb in a futile attempt to breed her. His vision blurred, and Alex felt ready to succumb to the bliss, his body drained, giving Zoroark everything he had.

Every last fiber of tension drained from his muscles, leaving him absolutely satisfied. Yet Zoroark didn't move, instead remaining crouched, trapping Alex inside her. Despite the wondrous comfort of her sex, he couldn't defy biology, growing soft within her. Her tightness tried to expel is flaccid cock, but Zoroark forced their bodies together.

Alex looked up, and Zoroark met his wordless question with a broad, toothy grin and a paw on his chest, letting her claw tips rest threateningly against his throat in a gesture that said ' stay put' in no uncertain terms.

Without warning, Zoroark drew him sideways onto the couch, her lithe body twisting to let her lie back while her legs wrapped around his waist, holding tight, keeping them locked at the hip. The transition forced Alex into a much more awkward shift, but he managed to refrain from making any noise louder than a whisper to find himself atop Zoroark's warm body. She grinned up at him.

Once sure of their new position, Zoroark's legs unwound, her hips tilting upwards, and she somehow managed to bring one of her large hind paws up to press his shoulder back. Alex did as she silently commanded, his eyes flicking to his sister, still only a few feet away and completely unaware, the glow of the phone screen making her features soft and ghostly.

Chill air instantly made Alex regret the loss of Zoroark's blazing sex around his own. He awkwardly shuffled his length back inside the far less comfortable confines of his pants, the front of which remained damp.

The large foot-paw against his shoulder stopped pushing him away. A trio of red claws curled around his shoulder and forced him down, claws threatening the price of disobedience. Television light shone briefly off of Zoroark's glistening pussy, plump black lips nestled amongst velvety smoke-soft fur. That was the last thing he saw before his vision reduced to vague shapes, his face guided between Zoroark's thighs, her clawed grip not quite forcing him all the way down. Yet.

Heat from her body intensified the scent of her, of them - the sharp, animal musk of their coupling filled his senses. Zoroark's other leg wrapped around his back, further encouraging him forwards, her sex tilted up towards him, fully presented.

Alex knew what she wanted, and what Zoroark wanted, she got. But now all he could think about was how careful she'd been to keep him inside of her. All of him. Claws tightened on his shoulder. Alex grabbed a tight hold on her hips, fur silky between his fingers, her body hard and lean beneath. The paw on her shoulder sank down his back, hips driving upwards, thighs closing.

Sloppy wet heat pressed against Alex's lips, a mixture of fluids smearing his skin. One last frantic breath of resistance, his lips pressed tightly shut, only served to fill his head with her scent, head swimming. He exhaled, nose nestled in the damp fur above her pussy, and relented, embracing the lewd kiss.

He hesitantly licked Zoroark's soft, slick flesh. She had been his first taste of a woman, a memory still vivid in his mind. A salty, bitter taste now marred what he remembered, and it grew stronger as he licked, as Zoroark gently rolled her hips into him.

The thought of cleaning his own cum from her burned his cheeks even more than the heat of her body, but Zoroark seemed to exult in it. A paw fondly rest atop the back of his head, claws relaxed but twitching sporadically. Her thighs quivered around him like a silent purr, and when he swallowed his pride and pressed into her depths, tongue searching for the sensitive nub he knew hid within, her inner walls nearly crushed him.

Alex closed his eyes, lost in her. He lapped at her, at his own cum, a sharp taste on his tongue. But his traitorous mind couldn't simply enjoy her body. The thought of Essie so close, one glance away from witnessing his utter subservience to her pokemon, sexual fluids covering his face and shorts. All it would take was one look, one sound, one momentary falter in Zoroark's illusion.

If a similar thought bothered Zoroark, she seemed in no particular hurry to finish. Despite her obvious enjoyment, Zoroark didn't cum quickly, and Alex didn't think she'd thank him if he tried to force it. Instead, he let the heat dull his mind into enjoying his task, enjoy letting Zoroark use him for her own pleasure. Because in all honesty, getting to this point had been worth it, and if it made her more willing to be with him-

Lost between Zoroark's thighs, Alex hadn't noticed movement, not until Essie's shadow passed across the two of them.

"I'm heading to bed. Don't stay up too late." Essie yawned loudly. "I'm sure Zoroark won't won't let you sleep in. I think she might even like you."

Panic crippled his thoughts but not his body. Only the awkward position and Zoroark's thighs, her grip tightening on the back of his head in a conspiracy to restrain him, kept Alex from leaping up and off the couch. Even after he froze, no longer attempting to flee, Zoroark held him – tighter, her hips grinding up against his face, nearly suffocating him. Essie's movement halted, an uncomfortable silence stretching longer – too long.

Zoroark's body quivered in silent mirth, but finally she relaxed her hold, letting Alex breathe truly fresh air for the first time since he first found his head between her thighs. "Night," was all he managed to whimper.

"Seriously," she chuckled. "Before you fall asleep down here."

Alex couldn't see her, letting his mind frantically conjuring images of what she might be seeing. Only the eventual creak of stairs let him know she'd moved on, leaving he and Zoroark to the harsh glow of the television, undiscovered once again.

"Wouldn't want to disobey your elder sister," Zoroark chided. "Better hurry up." Her large paw forced his face back against her sex. "And you wouldn't want to disappoint me, either."

For some reason, the interruption and flash of panic only made Alex even more aroused. He had grown to enjoy his place between Zoroark's legs, serving her. Part of him glowed each time her muscles twitched, thighs squeezing his head, claws nipping at his skin, all because of him. Yet now he longed to take her again himself, his erection straining against damp shorts and taunted by the cruel chill of the world outside her body.

Zoroark panted, quiet, but no longer silent. The smooth roll of her hips grew uncoordinated, twitchy, and his tongue caressing the delicate nub inside her pussy nearly sent her whole body into spasm.

A growl built in her chest, more a vibration than an audible sound. "That's it pup. Keep going-"

Pride swelled within Alex, soothing his aching jaw. He suckled the top of her sex, drawing as much of her into his mouth as he could, tongue reaching for her clit. His nose pressed against her pelvis, taut muscle trembling beneath his face.

Zoroark whined, and her whole body curled in around him. Alex envied her release, powerful contractions wracked her sex, her insides only relaxing so they could explode with tension and pleasure once more. Alex continued to tend her, coaxing the steady rhythm longer but careful not to overstimulate her clit.

Eventually, Zoroark's body melted around him, her thighs slumping away from his head, one leg slipping from the couch entirely, her chest heaving. Alex took the moment to rest himself, a warm glow in his belly at pleasing Zoroark so thoroughly. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her thigh, imagining how nice it would be to lay like this with her without the lewd pairing of fluids now cooling unpleasantly on his skin.

The position also let him admire Zoroark's pussy, plump lips gleaming, even the short fur surrounding her plush lips matted and reflective, a remarkable display of raw beauty, deadly graceful curves and exotic anatomy. Alex shifted his shorts, anticipation growing. He'd even clean her up again afterward if he blessed him with relief.

Instead, Zoroark finally sat up, pleased grin wide on her face. "Well, you heard you sister. Bed. I want you well rested for tomorrow." And with that, Zoroark hopped off the couch and melded with shadow, the television the only remaining light in a silent house.

After thoroughly scrubbing himself, face and teeth, especially teeth, Alex stumbled towards his bed, still able to taste her - them - over the powerful mint toothpaste. He half expected Zoroark to be laying in the middle of it, taking up most of the bed and forcing him to beg for a spot. Instead, he found it cold and empty. Despite his exhaustion, the moment he didn't have anything to occupy his thoughts, Zoroark dominated his mind's eye, reviving his erection. He knew she wouldn't approve of him getting himself off, so he lay awake and restless until finally claimed by sleep.