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Description: A man and his Nidoqueen use their second anniversary to renew their vows to one another through a traditional picnic that gets interrupted by heightening passions.

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***Nidoqueen's noticeable need***

Rina always loved the sunset’s reflection upon still, peaceful water, so for our anniversary, I took her to the small hill overlooking the Crystalfrond lake. A few trees grew on its top, nourished by the gentle climate, enough to provide us with much-needed privacy for our traditional picnic.

“Oy, slow down,” I reached for her mauve tail, only for it to playfully slip right between my fingers. Silly creature, dashing off on those short, pudgy legs of her, relying on her swinging tail to adjust for the bulk of her body. I thought the simple yet elegant skirt I got her would inconvenience her movement, but she never made it look awkward in spite of her constitution. On the contrary, it added to her feminine allure, enriching the rest of her already feminine features.

“Niidoooo…” her gasp carried from the crest of the hill, her innocent mind dazzled by the sight unfurling at the bottom. Since I was the basket carrier, I took my sweet time to climb the gentle slope, grinning from ear to ear at her enthusiasm. It was an infectious thing to see her in such high spirits. Too rare were the moments where we could venture to a quiet place and push the entire world away, until the warmth shared by mutual embrace became our little corner of paradise.

Just as I made it to the top, Rina rushed to seize my free hand within her clawed one, forcing me to forsake the basket in order to keep up with her alert pace. For such a little pudgy creature, she sure possessed surprising strength!

“Woaaaaah….” She marveled at the serene beauty the golden hour cast upon the lake, her swishing tail a storm of bottled emotions. She emitted no other sound while I crouched beside her to shrink to an appropriate height; not even a fragment of the only word her vocabulary held. Still as the trees casting their dappled shadows over us, Rina’s dark carnelian eyes absorbed the otherworldly beauty of the landscape, drawn to the shifting blotches of muted dark milling along the shore. Her grip tightened around mine, until I could feel her shivering excitement ooze into me.

“Nido nido!” She insistently pointed at those other people and their pokemon, wondering if they were here for similar reasons. Of course I felt the blood rush into my cheeks and temples, flooding me with unexpected embarrassment from picturing the entire crowd of people calling their pokemon back to start the romance.

“They’re…celebrating their friendship, yes,” I wiggled my way out of her request in the most elegant way available, well aware that Rina’s innocent outlook on our mateship needed not be tarnished by truth’s ugliness.

“And I’ve come more than prepared myself, thank you for asking. Made sure to pick a time similar to our first visit here. I also didn’t bring candles, matches, flashlight, or anything that can help us navigate the dark. It’s not a proper homage to our bond if I accidentally kiss your snout tip instead of the cheek or land in the wrong hole while trying to…you know…”

“Niido!” She slapped her free hand over her mouth, appalled with the span of my memory.

“I salvaged the situation, didn’t I?” I gave her ear a little petting, feeling it twitch and shudder. Still ticklish.

“Ehhh,” Rina’s sly gaze narrowed as a daring smirk probed at the corners of the flat snout. Seems I wasn’t the only one with a sharp attention to detail!

“I didn’t expect you to feel so good, you little rascal!” I hugged her against my collarbone, relishing the gentle brushes of her forehead horn against my clean-shaved cheek. “Besides, you took it as a compliment. Hugged me so tight, I couldn’t breathe for a full minute.”

“Mmmhhhmmm,” the gentle hum rippling through her throat passed into me, granting wings to my fluttering heart.

“N—nido…” she slipped out of my embrace, fixing her attention to the basket. “Ummm…Nido?”

Her hands made the sign for present, undoubtedly anxious at the thought that, unlike me, she had no viable way of surprising me with a physical treat.

“No. No present,” I gestured through sign language, beginning to study it alongside Rina. It seemed far easier to get her to speak, but her pride was thicker than her feminine armor. There was no getting through unless she wished me to, and witnessing my dedication to embrace a newfound way to communicate with her made up the core of her elaborate test.

Or maybe she really found it impossible to form human words and I continued to delude myself with fantasies.

“Just as we agreed. We’re equal. Now and forever.”

Forever meant an hour at most, for she’d immediately forgive my lapse after I’d inserted the best vibrator my current funds could buy into her. Crank that up to maximum intensity, and she’d climax so hard her throat would go raw from the loudest “Nidoooo!” cry I’d ever hear.

Of course she bought into my lie. Secrecy came as second nature to one who had had to hide his condemning feelings for his pokemon in whichever location constituted a public place. Being with her here, on top of our little world, breathed calm into me, letting me take a break from all the pretense and accept her hand without scouting the area to make sure nobody saw us.

Her grip tightened around mine, strong and confident, befitting of a lover. Even her posture seemed different. Straighter, eyes warmer and brimming with renewed confidence. Unlike the people down on the shore, she had me not only as her partner, but as her soulmate for as long as we lived.

While one hand romanced me in one of the few ways she knew how, the other fondled the seams of her skirt, displeased with its now redundant purpose.

“Already growing soft in the chest from just holding hands? Now who’s the one with the poor self-control out of us, eh?” My hand went for one of the titular formations, only to find them tough as a bug’s chitinous carapace. She didn’t even twitch an ear, tense a claw or perk up her tail tip, indifferent to where my touch traveled. Unless she relaxed—or grew aroused, to put it in more colloquial terms—those tear-shaped formations retained their designated goal, that of protecting her heart and providing much-needed symmetry on the other side.

“Errrh?” She smiled in that devious way of hers, bouncing from one leg to the other in giddy excitement. “Niido ni?”

That cute, poking tongue tip under her disarming wink undid me. I melted down to my knees, burying my face between her breasts, a relieved, ecstatic sigh fleeing my lips. “Thank goodness you’re better than me.,” I said as I looked up to her quirked eyebrows. If I was the female having her breasts fondled, I’d have been all—”

“Reh,” she pulled up her skirt in a flash to prove me so terribly wrong, squeaking in glee at how easy it was for her to trick me.

Okay. Maybe I misjudged her. But that didn’t stop me from remaining there between her breasts, kissing my way around one up to her collarbone while fondling some sense into them. Those soft, circular motions always got the job done, cutting through her defense like butter, softening her carapace to the smoother consistency of an animal’s fine hide.

“Awwwh…” little Rina scrunched her legs tight, likely ashamed of the intense shudder rattling the shuddering insides of her sex.

“Where’s your warrior’s spirit now, my love?” I booped her cute snout as I rose, giving her left breast one last fondle before I jumped away to avoid her swinging tail. “Oh, there it is. What’s your next move? Or do you need me to go first?”

“Hrrr,” Rina turned to face me, leaning into a forward posture, ready to charge me. Instead of remaining in that wrestling stance, I adopted a casual posture, already knowing from the noticeable lust smoldering within those cunning rubies that she simply postured for my benefit.

“Meh,” she puffed in indignation, folding her thick arms under her perky breasts, wearing a thought-provoking scowl. I forgot something, but what? Not that she’d tell me, the little brat. Watching me simmer always gave her the necessary satisfaction of hugging and stroking my arm as if I was that ignorant child who missed every clue around.

Or maybe that was her way of admitting defeat in the most charming and cunning way.

“Let’s settle our feud after the sun sinks below the mountain, eh? We only come here once a year after all,” I pointed her head to the lake, scratching the back of her ears while occasionally glancing at her skirt to make sure she did not tear it in a pang of unbecoming lust.

When did I even grow accustomed to her skirt, I wondered? All this time, it looked nothing short of ridiculous, like trying to don a gown on a warrior maiden to make her look the part in court. I tried to minimize that effect by going for practicality over style. Straight, simple, unassuming, the skirt I got her fulfilled its designated purpose, veiling her plump folds beneath a layer of decency most of us with bipedal pokemon were required by law to oblige while in the cities. Covering her top was indicated, but I wasn’t about to go on a month’s worth of abstinence as part of the deal. At least she accepted this one compromise, if only because it armed her with new ways to fluster me.

Even in the more secluded yet still public places.

Silly Rina…never taking the societal rules seriously until reality retorted to her playful teases in ways I dared not reveal to her. Better to live in love than in fear.

Her awkwardly short fingers intertwined with mine, holding each other as if married. Together, we watched the sun dunk below distant mountains, its blazing hues painted within a sky populated only by the occasional cloud. Its reflection created a shimmering conflagration upon the lake’s surface, its clear, perfect picture distorted only near the shore, where the few water pokemon sizable enough for our eyes engaged in swimming contests. Past the lake towered our city, its forms muddled and subdued, waiting for the coming of dusk to come to life through the turning of the lights.

A strange melancholy overtook me while we studied the various figures populating the beach at the base of the hill. Some were static, mere dots against a sandy canvas. Others frolicked in the wet sand smoothed out by the water’s lapping currents. Their pokemon stood next to them, or occasionally entered their personal space for the rare pet or whatever it was that normal people did to strengthen their bonds with their pokemon partners.

How many of them shared the mutual respect Rina and I took to heart? How many celebrated their bond with these loyal creatures capable of experiencing an emotional spectrum very similar to ours? Much as I liked to believe they were here for more than just personal downtime, I knew the truth to be less optimistic.

They relished their pokemon. They even bonded with them to a degree. But what I witnessed was friendship at best, not love. What I shared with Rina towered so far above them, they’d go blind before even beginning to grasp its form, let alone meaning.

As if sensing my churning unrest with a world still ensnared by its detrimental history, Rina leaned her cheek against my wrist, letting out a mellow croon. She understood me better than anyone, instilling an arousal so visceral within me that I had to excuse myself out of her grasp, put a little distance between the two of us, and pretend to be immensely taken with two blastoise. They played frisbee. The variety where they shot their water darts at a specifically-designed disc in each other’s direction.

After I misdirected her attention to them by exaggerating my fascination with their sport, I tiptoed my way back to the basket, lest something unbecoming transpired on the cliff’s edge, exposed to all those pairs of eyes. They wouldn’t notice us at first, of course. Not until Rina cried out her orgasm-filled shrill.

Why else would I always find myself searching for those remote places?

“Nid…Nidooooo!” Rina cried out her heart-wrenching disappointment, bounding after me as fast as her chubby legs allowed.

Uh oh…Nidoqueen weren’t known for their grace and agility. Familiar as I was with her, my chest still tightened in apprehension, for once she began picking speed, the horn at the top of her brow could go into all sorts of places.

“Oy oy, slow down you rascal,” I held out my hands to slow down her charge.

As if that worked. In the end, I still jumped out of her way and she still tumbled into one of her combat-specific rolls where she ended on all fours, ready to tear me a new one. “Are you seriously going to attack the bearer of the basket?”

Rina feigned a furious tackle that I stumbled back from, only for her scowl to explode into a grin. “Niiido!” She squeaked, grabbing the basket herself to hand it over. As the transaction took place, she jerked it back at the last moment, presenting me her cheek.

“Mmmuah,” I grossly exaggerated that kiss, just the way she liked it.

“Nido,” Rina turned the other cheek, left eye already squinting in anticipation.

As if I was going to play her game…

The next kiss landed straight in the middle of her snout. It was Rina’s cutest, most intimate part of her mouth, and I made sure to hug my palms around the back of her neck and keep her there for a good few seconds. By the time I finished, the little rascal huffed and softly moaned, completely dazzled.

“Good enough, I take it?” I whistled a silent tune to mask my agitated heart beats. Kissing her lips always put me in the mood for the next stage, and today was not one of those impromptu lovemaking days, for what was tradition without order?

I snatched the basket on the way to our little nook, anointed by the aftermath of our first lovemaking session.

That…actually sounded much more romantic in my head; the thought of returning to the exact spot where I had first shared my seed with Rina under the dappled shadows cast by the oak’s protective boughs.

“Let’s see…” I propped my back against that mildly uncomfortable trunk, basket set between my knees. “The treats remained the same, per our tradition. Only the gift I got you is new.”

“Uuuh? Nidooo!” The swaying disappointment present in Rina’s growl immediately drained the blood from my face. There was no recovering from that. Nothing I could say or do could hope to make up for this slip. Whereas I simmered from horniness moments ago, I now boiled in my fretting regret while faced with Rina’s straight, challenging glare. Her ears showed their teal insides as they stared me head-on, tail swinging so close to the ground I tensed up, half expecting it to swing grass and dirt this way and that in furious retribution.

“Mmm,” it all ended with a swift shrug. Taking advantage of my petrified self, Rina strolled over to the basket, hooking the blanket nestled in there between two claws. She cared not one bit for the sandwiches and sweet treats tumbling down the sides, interested in that one roughspun woolen blanket colored with traditional colors formed into braid-like patterns.

Just like a human would, she straightened it over the ground from all of its four corners, bending forward to ensure that I caught a good glimpse of her soaked mound. Steaming in her leaking juices, the lips acquired a noticeable pink flush closer to her slit, where they hugged each other in perfect harmony, not letting any sight of her insides slip out for my awestruck gawking. To make it even worse for me, she added a light movement to her buxom haunches, pretending to sway them in tempo with her excited hum.

“Mhhm,” she turned to face me once her task was done, arms folded under her noticeably plumper breasts, their hardness stripped away by the softness of arousal. She did not need to perform her silly hand signs, her sharp glare enough to dare me to match my present against hers.

“Oh, is that so?” I raised up to the challenge in spite of my trembling knees, weakened by arousal. “Go on then, show me. I’m dying to see how you can possibly…oh…”

Damn. I caught it too late. Rina’s devious smirk confirmed as much, awfully pleased with her quick wit.

Without even asking for my help, her hands reached behind to her lower back, undoing the button tying the flap-like portion of her skirt around the tail. With that loop undone, she let the tail flap of the skirt simply fall down with a little encouragement from her flicking tail. With that step out of the way, she pushed the skirt down to her knees, letting it fold around her ankles. As she stepped out of it one foot at a time, the self-control of her foot claws left my jaw agape, for I all but expected that skirt to audibly tear.

“Good enough?” her fingers wove to me. So careful, so precise she turned out to be, that I only noticed the damp state of her flushed vent after she finished folding her sole piece of clothing in a neat bundle.

“It’s…impressive, to be sure,” I gulped down my awe with this tidy, controlled version of her, not at all the boisterous, noisy Nido Nido I fell in love with a year ago.

“That is nothing,” she drew in the air, nodding confidently.

Two replies within a few seconds of one another. Did she…purposefully play stupid until now? Pretending to be a slow learner? Maybe I could have reached an eloquent deduction, had my cock not raged against the moist patch embedded within my underwear, where the constant trickle of precum I leaked oozed into the fabric. But for the throbs rushing through my malehood, I laid eerily still, with only the heavy yet snappy breaths rolling past my mesmerized lips to express my approval of whatever Rina had in mind.

No way she—

Yes. It was happening. A Nidoqueen, a pokemon, slipped into her bed with the titillating slowness of a model taken straight from the magazines I gifted to her as part of a big joke. Rina must have been practicing this type of eroticism by herself enough times to gain the confidence necessary to move in those sensual patterns, ending her charming display by settling into her chosen pose.

“Mhhhhmmm,” she let out a throaty rumble, intimately aware with how successfully she interpreted her version of human attraction. Head leaned into the palm of a hand supported by a firmly planted elbow against the ground, Rina lounged on her side as if posing for a lewd picture, cupping one of her breasts in her free hand while her legs, parted to show a little peek of the pink line of her blood-infused sex, grinded together in arousing anticipation.

“Niiiidoooo….” She rumbled a deep, blood-heating call, adding a charming squint for an extra dose of alure. The tip of her tongue suggestively sailed over the lips of her lovely muzzle while a wiggling finger invited me into her bed, into her body.

“Ahah,” a stiff, awkward chuckle was all that my stunned self could manage. “We have…a picnic to share first. Tradition. It’s what we’re here for. Isn’t it?”

Why did I just say that? What sane man could refuse such lofty invitation?

An insecure one, to be sure.

Rina bedazzled me with her buxom charm, stripping away the little edge I had on her, that of a human’s knowledge and concept of romance. She did not just pose for me. She downright engaged in a courtship act I, as the male, ought to have initiated.

I could still salvage this. Turn it around, regain my bearing, dispel whatever charm she placed on me. Even as I plucked the contents of the basket from wherever they fell, my focus just wasn’t on food, but on her, and on how tight my underwear suddenly felt. Rina laughed at my expense; at how my sandwich bounced off the side of the basket as I found my eyes inadvertently drawn to her.

“Nihhh…” she sighed, playfully kneading at her tummy, reaching ever lower. She wouldn’t dare spoil the sanctity of our picnic before we even had a bite. Besides, her claws got in the way more than once, enough that she gave up the thought of pleasuring herself when I could do it far better for her.

“See? You can barely stand straight…I mean lay straight from hunger,” I gulped down my pang of unnecessary nervousness, finding it hard to maintain my bearing while my cheeks seared and my heart pounded. “Come on, give it a try. Look, it even has a little icon to help distinguish it from mine.”

“Nidooo….” That sounded more like a groan than heartfelt praise as she shifted onto her fours to scoot over. She eyed my offering, emitting a heart-swelling yip at how much she loved my little drawing.

She loved it so much, that the sandwich ended up back in the basket and I pushed against the oak’s trunk, sandwich in hand and no more room to flee. At least, not without forsaking my dignity and crawl away like an animal.

“Mrrrrhmmmm,” Rina let out a throaty, salacious hum, the generous wetness soaking her vulva spreading to the mauve hide of her haunches due to friction.

“I uhh…can’t I eat first?”

Her smaller yet impossibly arousing buxom body leaned over mine, putting us in quite the compromising position. Short as she was, Rina sure knew how to make me feel as the small one, robbing me of my breath by inching her snout impossibly close to my lips.

“Prrrrr,” her rumbling purr rippled through her throat in generous tones. The soft touch of her lips against mine guided my eyelids lower over the eyes, seeking to blind me to the playful wiggle of her tail, to the proximity of her dripping vulva hovering just above the small bulge in my shorts.

“Gah,” I gasped, fully expecting her to mount me and grind herself against my covered crotch. She took pity on me this time, leaning forward on her knees, freeing a hand so that she could remove the only means of delay I squeezed in my hand. Slowly, with surprising care, she tugged at the sandwich until I let go of it, placing it back in the basket with surprising care. Next, her tail wrapped around its handle, setting it at a good enough distance to avoid its temptation.

“I…do you really want to…” I fidgeted like a virgin, unaccustomed to Rina being the one to place her hands all over my waist without me guiding her there. I could have made her attempted removal of my shorts terribly frustrating, but jokes had their limits, and I certainly reached the peak of my lust as well.

Damn that sandwich. Better to just straight into the main course.

Her thrumming enthusiasm rose to such suave heights while she undressed me, taking great pride in being the one to initiate this time around. By wagging my hips in unison with her tugs, I allowed her to slip the shorts down my legs with little in the way of trouble, leaving me with naught but the tent in my underwear to greet her.

Upon sighting it, her mouth formed the closes “O” she could manage, ever surprised by this thing called an erection. It surprised me not one bit that her hands rushed to expose what lied underneath, but the reaction of an anxious man proved to be surprisingly alert.

“Wait,” I stopped her just in the nick of time. Our second anniversary, and it felt exactly like the first, plagued by the same nerves that told me this was too good to be true; that pokemon fancied humans, unable to fully love them.

“Mrrf,” Rina puffed in response, adopting an alternative strategy, that of employing the entirety of her body to get the job done.

She advanced over me like the confident lover she was, lifting herself up on her legs that carried her over my lap. From that position, she could simply descent upon my bare cock to take me into her and give me the ride of my life, but sometimes, romance won over raw need.

Especially when it involved proving me wrong. As if unaware of how easily she could have me, my mate leaned over to cup my cheeks between her bulky hands, giving our eyes the moment of respite needed to worship one another.

“Nido…” she silently whispered her version of “I love you” as her blunt, endearing snout reached for my lips, finding them too eager to part.

“Oh, you,” I huffed, clutching her ears at first, then beginning to fondle them as the heat of her tongue brushing against mine melted away whatever awkwardness I still possessed. Sure we had shared the fuller type of kissing, but to commemorate our bond, we stuck to simply touching tongue tips, followed by one too many kisses on the tip of her snout and along her lips.

“Niiidooo,” she expressed her fulfillment in the kindest, most motherly voice she could manage, rewarding my still superior ability to kiss in the only way she knew how.

“Ahhh, Rina….” My words faded amidst the divine embrace of her bosom. It wasn’t enough that she tucked me between her breasts. Fully aware of how much I enjoyed immersing within the depths of this canyon, she clutched the now perky mounds, forcing them against my cheeks in the most attentive hug she could grant me.

“Muah muah muah,” I rapidly kissed whichever of her mounds was closest to my lips. That put some alertness into Rina, dismissing her hug due to the jolts of arousal crawling down her spine. I thought I won this round by getting her to squeak, but a Nidoqueen was not so easily defeated.

Positively giddy from our minuscule version of a foreplay, Rina drew back to study her prey. Her shorter, stronger huffs had a weight to them, as if her growing need pressed down on her being, squeezing out whatever self-control she still clung onto.

Uh oh. I knew that look; that sharp, unyielding focus present in her sparkling carnelian eyes. It never ruled out in the favor of my boundaries.

Without a single word or sound to give away her intentions, Rina completely ignored the lousy T-shirt I was wearing, uninterested in getting me fully naked. Her interests lied elsewhere, and it became immediately apparent this was no longer the methodical female I kissed just moments ago.

Not that I minded her more feral self; how she clawed and lightly scratched at my underwear, hinting that she’d either have my help in getting it off, or her claws would decide for me. I lifted my rump off the ground for a split second to preserve the only pair of underwear I brought along, gasping as my erection bobbed out of its confines.

“I’m sorry, but….I’ll likely finish….very fast. Didn’t…masturbate…” I added between the flurry of kisses on the sides of her neck and throat, my mind clouded by thoughts of how impossible to withstand her moist, inner heat would feel around my bare cock.

Rina released curt, equally passionate moans whenever I spoke, trembling with eagerness. She only had to squat on top of my lap; to invite me into the depths of her being while we held onto each other. But instead of her hindquarters coming forward, her front leaned back, aiming for…

“Wait!” I let the weirdest, most ungainly cry in existence in my rush to block her snout, to prevent it from doing what it intended. My stomach just sank, heart shrinking into a dim speck, squeezed into that frail form by flooding dread and arousal alike.

“You can’t! You—you shouldn’t!” I admonished her for even thinking that. How gross! How vulgar! We were far better than this! We didn’t—we never shared any pleasure but for the one way—the best way—for a man to make love to his mate.

Rina playfully nibbled on my fingers, not taking me serious at all. There was no smothering the playful glint in her eyes; no viable argument I could make to prevent her from following her heart on this matter.

“I won’t—I won’t even be able to kiss you…” Whenever I got backed into a corner, all of my flair flew out the window. Gone was the confident lover whose meticulous kisses got Rina purring her heart out just moments ago. In his stead came a stuttering simpleton who licked at his lips one too many times without even realizing how suggestive that came across to my Nidoqueen partner.

“Grrrh…” the little brat shoved my hands aside, slipping a hand between my legs to literally grab me by the balls. Of course I froze, like any man would when his mate got serious with him.

“I am going to,” she imperfectly gestured with her other hand, tempting me with a light fondling of my sack to ensure I remained nice and rigid. “You will let me.”

No second part was needed, the deduction already obvious.

“Fine,” I relented with a shuddering sigh, trembling in literal anticipation. Appalling as it was, oral attention given to my privates still made for a top of the list kink of mine. Only, there was a stark difference between fapping to the vivid imagery rolling through the private confines of my mind, and actually having my cock sucked by the creature I loved most in the world.

It wasn’t just the chilling horror of disgusting her that gave me pause, but the creeping sorrow of being thoroughly unable to make love to her. Our anniversary relied on my ability to perform, and I was no Liepard to require only a dozen minutes of downtime before going at it again.

“Ack!” Rina bumped her forehead horn into my ticklish stomach. One distraction. That was all it took for my hands to cup my belly instead, for my control to slip, for Rina to make the decision for me, as she always intended.

Sudden euphoria swallowed every sense I possessed, a slick warmth like no other, swaying and lurching like the crashing waves of pleasure ravaging my slender frame.

“A…aaaahhhhh!” My next plea came in the frail, pathetic voice of a man taken into the mouth of their partner for the first time. My eyes uselessly rolled into the back of my head, shielding me from beholding the sights unfurling between my legs. Not even in my mind’s eye could I imagine her doing, for reality stretched and thinned, as if pulled into a myriad of directions.

“Ah…ahahahhhh!” I whimpered through grinding teeth, lurching forward, then slamming my head back against the trunk, forgetting it was there in my rush to crawl out of my skin in bliss.

Rina didn’t find the uncontrollable twitching of my feet and clenching fists amusing, too preoccupied with bringing me on the verge of passing out from the overwhelming cascade of too intense delight.

And that was just the beginning. Instead of pulling back, Rina pressed on, sparing me no adjustment period as she all but swallowed my erection down to the base, her maw more than able to accommodate.

“Awh…Awghhhh!” I pleaded to whatever indifferent gods listened to give me strength to hold on, but all I heard in reply was the thunder pounding in my breast. Either my seed would burst, or my heart would.

“Ahhhh…” a blessed gasp rushed out of me as soon as my cock flopped free of Rina’s mouth. Fully engulfed in her saliva, the hardness of my cock stood out like the bulging muscles of an oiled warrior. If she touched my taut glans or pulled back the foreskin covering it, I’d have given in the next second.

“P…please…” I mouthed the simplest word in existence. Rina’s purr answered me back, her mouth moving a little as if assessing my taste. Was I in the fully capacity of my senses, my stomach would have undoubtedly lurched in revulsion, but I had far more pressing concerns.

Such as her incoming mouth, opened just enough for her inviting tongue to greet me back in.

This time, I did not moan. I simply tossed my palms over my face, groaning in their depth. Whatever this break was supposed to accomplish, it failed spectacularly at, for I was back to square one, throbbing in her maw with my breath stuck in my lungs.

On the brink of ejaculation inside the mouth of my love, and all my mind conjured so far was the antithesis of arousing. She might not mind it. Perhaps she even enjoyed it! But my limited human perception couldn’t, for one second, picture this as anything less than demeaning. I was downright disgusted with the idea of my cock entering such beautiful and expressive mouth—the same one I’ve kissed so, so many times, yet there was nothing I could do but accept it. My body certainly did, so impressed with her efforts that I found myself teetering on the precipice of release, flooded by overwhelm from head to toes.

“Gh…ghaahhhmmm!” I felt myself slipping so close to the end, almost ejaculating from the mind-reeling sensation of having my foreskin rolled back; of her tongue exposing the tightness of my glans to the gentle warmth of her mouth, inviting me to relish it with every inch of my shaft.

I could barely withstand it; this new and overpowering sensation similar yet foreign compared to her vent. Completely bewildered with what to do, my legs spread in invitation for her to take the rest of me in, only to cave in around her arms when she actually did it. My only means of communication, of setting up the semblance of a pace, were sharp groans, growls and moans, earning me the opposite of control.

“Pl—ahhh—please t—take it s—slowwww,” I attempted to appeal to her self-control, but it fell on deaf ears.

The ears.

I grabbed onto those instead, holding them as if antlers helping stabilize the instinctive bucking of my hips, clutching instead of fondling them as I was meant to.

Not that it mattered. My hands ended on the ground anyway, fingers curled around fistfuls of grass, my teeth grinding together while listening to her merciless suckling.

“Hffff, hfff, ahhhh,” I sought to withhold my shameful orgasm long enough by regulating my breaths. Inside her. That’s where I wanted to be. Not in her awwwwhhhhh!

Whatever pace I discovered vanished amidst lashes of molten sparks coiling around my tip. Rina’s tongue, tight around my glans, held me there in loving embrace as her head began bobbing, emulating thrusts that I was supposed to deliver! Not that I was in any of such state while smothered by her fleshy, impossible to deny tongue.

Surprisingly skilled, it rubbed the underside of my cock for a dose of exotic stimulation. It continued sliding along the sides, one at a time, followed by the brush of her tongue’s base over the top of my shaft. That was the only time when I could squeeze in a sharp inhale, locked in my tight chest by her next maneuver, of wrapping her tongue around me like as if I was her greatest present.

“I’m…I can’t…” I mumbled, feeling my cock squeezed against the roof of her mouth for an extra dose of pressure meant to emulate her insides.

“I can’t hold!”

For some reason, my body decided to lurch forward; for my legs to spread and give in to the swishing caress of her hand that fondled my sack. I held onto Rina as tight as I could while passion exploded out of me in ragged throbs. Everything I had was drained out of me, one gasp, one spurt at a time, milked out by the skillful tempo of her tightening and loosening tongue.

The wet, suckling sounds. Those slight tremors of her throat, emphasizing that she swallowed everything I gave. My heart threatened to explode in my breast from how horrifyingly intense this all felt, making my spine crawl with sensations I never deemed possible.

“Done..I’m done…” I patted her shoulder, desperately swallowing the spittle building in my mouth. My throat felt completely parched, a visible irony when faced with the sodden mess that my body was, T-shirt flat and sticking to my wet skin.

Rina pulled back not a moment too late, her gaze dim, alluring and brimming with satisfaction over the slow, salacious lick of her snout. She moved in to kiss me, spurred by growly satisfaction, only for me to turn from her.

“Not after you just…”

“Oh…” she emitted a low, elusive sound that often gave me hope of an enriching vocabulary. “Nido…”

“Sorry…”

I slumped against the tree, panting so heavily my throat hurt. A myriad of thoughts swarmed through my fatigued mind; concerns that begged me to share them with Rina in order to ensure that she enjoyed this.

That she did it for herself as well, not just me.

In a way, I kind of got my answer from the delectable rumble she emitted, the hallmark of gratification. My uncertain hand slipped into hers soon as I removed my T-shirt, both to cool myself off and be properly naked in solidarity with her. If one discounted the sneakers I had yet to get out of, that was. Rina pointed that detail out to me, requesting that I made it right, removal of socks included.

“There are drawbacks to playing human. To following the rest of the world instead of sticking to what best suits us,” I gave her one of my many lectures in the heat of nervousness. A poor coping mechanism that she somehow enjoyed enough to get her tail wagging. “Kissing after…you know…is one of them. But experienced lovers see opportunity instead of obstacles, and that’s what I intend to show you. Would you kindly?” I invited her into the makeshift bed she prepared for us. A blanket to some, a spot of heaven for me.

At every step she took, my love sneaked side glances at me, pointing her tail tip suggestively at the trail of clear beads she left in the grass. Her arousal had a slight consistency to it, a little thicker than my precum, yet still susceptible to drool down on the grass as more and more of it pooled on her mound. Whatever did she think of to visibly shudder between the legs like that? To summon more of her nectar to surface? This last stubborn string refused to give, hanging in the wind like the most erotic web in existence? I reached out to rid her of it, itching to shove that finger into my mouth and taste her.

“N—nid!” I made her eyes gape to the size of saucers, purposefully licking her honey off in the second it took for her to glance back at me.

“What?” I shrugged, increasing my pace to rest a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You took my sandwich away, so I’ll savor the next best thing.”

“Oooh? Niid—Niidooo?!” She froze on the spot, requiring several kisses and a few strokes over the edge of her ears. What a little hypocrite, to play the role of the shocked damsel where feasting on her vent was concerned. Not like she didn’t just swallow everything I had in me just a few minutes ago!

Enjoyable as it was to engage in friendly banter, I took the wiser route by cupping her breasts and sneaking my way down her belly. That worked well enough to get her all giddy and purring once again, awfully pleased that I was going to have her in the other, more intimate way, where our bodies kissed in unison with our mouths.

Or should have, given the earlier mishap.

One day. One day I’d surprise her in the same way she got me. But right now, she needed more than just my tongue thrust deep inside her. More than my lips pressed against her nether ones in loving embrace, nipping at their shuddering form. The entirety of her vent itched to be scratched, spread, stimulated, aroused like I had never seen it before.

Whilst a minor, almost faded gradient giving color to her plump folds, the pinkness had now spread throughout the entirety of her mound thanks to the generous amounts of blood readying her sex for the ultimate reward. Calling her soaked was an understatement, for her drool had leaked a few inches down her thighs, clear and gentle-smelling, matching her warm, tender personality perfectly.

“Eyyy, a little patience,” I caught the tip of her tail just as it attempted to spread her as the appetizer. She squirmed out of my grasp, cooing her apology. As if to purposefully spite me with her rebelliousness, she settled for the next best thing, of fingering her receptive breasts. At the height of passion, a Nidoqueen’s breasts turned rounder, fuller, perkier, their sensitivity increased to high heavens.

Soft, needy huffs wormed their way past her slackened lips, the tip of her tongue lolling out in the open as if in heat. It immediately rolled back into her mouth when she noticed me staring, her expression losing its charming vulnerability.

She wanted to be an equal lover to me, in control of her senses, not a horny, gasping and moaning victim.

As if she had a choice.

“Go on,” I invited her to lie down on her back when she paused in front of the blanket, fretting for whatever reason. “Who posed for me earlier? Who conquered this blanket with her voluptuous form? Give me another one of those charming displays.”

“Umm…Nido…”

Being naked on a hilltop after the sun had set, with the remaining light dimming at a noticeable rate, did not do wanders to my patience. I took the express way of getting through whatever gave Rina pause, combating it with kisses.

Kisses. It was always kisses with Rina. Give her the due payment, and she’d do anything for you.

Or close to. As she settled down on the blanket, an arm swung under her head and the other rubbing at her belly suggestively, I couldn’t help but notice the firm squeeze of her thigs. Not even her cutest of expressions, with one eye shut and her tongue poking out in a silly dare to take her, could convince me that she truly desired this.

A challenge. I liked getting to the bottom of those. To present her with physical reminder that I worshipped her body regardless of her perception of it.

Compared to Rina’s sluggish and alluring display, I straddled her faster than she could blink, a set of limbs placed on each of her sides as our eyes danced across each other’s face. Slowly, one smiling inch at a time, Rina returned to her glowing self, as awestruck that a human fell in love with her as she was on the first day we made love.

“What’s the matter?” I kissed my way around her collarbone, up her jaw and over the one defiant eye that dared shut me out a few seconds ago. “Do I need to kiss my way down between your legs to find out? Or will your thighs invite me on their own accord?”

“Nid—nidooo,” her hands cupped my cheeks, stroking me with a sympathy I grew to recognize over time. So this was the source of her consternation; the guilt of receiving my utmost attention while she couldn’t provide me with her greatest asset.

“Hey…” I grabbed one of her hands in mine, stroking its back with my thumb. “When have you known me to be a disappointing lover?”

She smiled sheepishly at that, alluding to our first few times when I mistook the clenching of her powerful genital muscles for an orgasm. How wrong I was going to prove her this time! Sure, it wasn’t alright for her mate to be flaccid while the flames of arousal throbbed deep within her, but such surprises only served to deepen the bond we shared.

Rina tried to make me shirk my manly duties, constantly trying to drag me into her embrace, first with her hands, then with the combined efforts of her tail attempting to bring down the balance in one of my knees.

“Nido…nido!” a certain urgency slipped into her tone, truly wishing me to just lay limp in mutual embrace while her vent remained unattended, ignored.

Abandoned.

“Oh, my love…” soft words gave way to a storm of kisses. I always enjoyed starting off slow, letting her squirming gradually build up, for her squeaks and moans to gain amplitude as I moved to the more meaningful areas. She fully expected me to next trail up her jaw in search of her lips, but as my body slid lower, so did my mouth follow.

“Ghhhmmm,” I squinted against the painful lurch of my spent cock, hardened by the heat sizzling within the depths of her mound. To make up for her shorter stature, I often ended with my belly pressed against her genital area. Her heat almost stung my receptive skin. It tickled my dark hairs, smearing them with copious drool as I slipped a few inches lower, grinding against her vent as I did.

“Urrrh…” Her fingers clenched around my wrists, visible tremors surging through her body. My onrush of plentiful kisses added fuel to her inner flames, stoking them ever brighter the closer I moved to one of her breasts.

I did not give her the chance to breathe nor stop me, kissing my way to the middle of one of those soft, tear-shaped mounds, its smooth, mellow texture akin to fine hide. It was always an arousing delight to feel them harden ever so subtly, for this wasn’t the rigidity specific to her usual demeanor. Far more intimate, this reaction similar best compared to that of my erection, where her body reacted to pleasure in the only way it knew how.

To further torment her, I added a dash of tongue to her plight, relishing her sharp gasp, those assaulting hands digging into my hair, trying to get me to stop.

“I’m not stopping,” I rasped, cupping both of her breasts in my hands, now that the lower part of my body comfortably supported my weight while Rina’s bulk embraced my top. “You’re going to have to ram your tail up my bum if you wish me to.”

“Nh…Nih…nhaaa!” A high-pitched, elated moan exploded from her gaping mouth, ears pinned all the way back. Heavens, but was she sensitive! Just my simple massage, starting from the base of the palms and ending in the fluctuating pressure of my fingers stroking her breasts in those circular patterns she loved, was enough to get her singing whatever tune I wanted. I made out with one of her mounds a little, licking and kissing its middle spot, the most sensitive there was, parting with a drooling smooch when I felt her thighs tighten too hard around mine.

“Khh…khhhhrrr…” the poor thing panted something fierce after I was done, eyes dim and bleary. “Nh…Nido…”

“Yes, yes,” I drawled, working my way back up to her lips, cradling them in wet affection. “You’re the sensitive of us two now. How fitting.”

“Mhh,” she gently pulled on my hair, forcing my head back a little so that the tip of her wider tongue could slip into my mouth.

By the time I remembered why I refused to let her kiss me, it was too late.

Then again, this was what I loved the most about Rina. Her self-control of not taking more than I was willing to give. She was no mere beast to flood my mouth, claw my back, or hump me in search of relief. Though I could feel the throbs of lust pulsing through her mound, this lovely being relied on my guidance as much as I needed hers, our tongues embracing and twirling around one another in what amounted to delightful harmony.

She wanted more, of course. Far more. But mere kissing wasn’t going to solve the problem from down there, and I wasn’t about to keep her waiting for too long. Knowing that I’d do a better job with my left, I leaned slightly on the right to slip my fingers down her belly, navigating the inside of a haunch in search of her sweet spot. Aware of my intentions, Rina’s grip faltered. Her hands now lied at her side, ready to grab fistfuls of blanket when the pleasure grew too great. Eyes closed, muzzle scrunched in focus, she knew where I headed next and prepared to relish every second of it.

“Mmm…Mhhmmmm,” soft, silent coos slipped past the embrace of her lips. Claws tensed, pressing their tips into the blanket’s fabric. Her ears twitched, their edges turning indigo from the smoldering heat entrapped within. Further down, her tail tip curled around in itself, signifying how entrapped she felt by the control I had over her body.

“Oh heavens…” I gasped at how hot the surface of her mound felt to my arousal-caked hand. Aching spasms shot through my member, torn between resting and hardening with purpose, brought to life by the slide of my fingertips over the throbbing surface of her sex.

We both moaned in unison as I cupped her sex, fitting it within the depth of my palm, relishing its subtle twitches. I had the benefit of remaining alert this time while Rina fell prey to the blindness of stubborn eyelids, clenched tight over eyes that saw nothing but sparks of twinkling pleasure.

“You’re just…a mess down there,” those faded words, whispered under my breath, aroused me as much as they delighted her. It did us no good for me to just lay idle, like some rigid log, head leaned against her breasts while my hand did all the work. And yet, I found myself transfixed with the plumpness of her mound. With the slight different in temperature whenever my fingertips traced her feminine cleft from top to bottom and vice versa. The lack of a clit added to the exoticness of her vulva, requiring me to try harder instead of pressing that cheat button for instant success.

All I had to do was slip through her nether lips, and her inner clenches would likely do the work for me, so long as I remained in there.

Not yet. Not until I had my fill of the surface before checking in what lied beneath. Though that knowledge was not foreign to me, the absolutely drenched state of her sex practically begged me to frolic with it; to slip my fingers back and forth, to massage it in ways I seldom paid attention to. To an outsider, this would have been the strangest kink in existence, that of rubbing your partner’s vulva, but Rina relished it as much as I did, if not more.

It was the perfect teasing for her. While my face spurred into motion to resume kissing and rubbing my cheeks against her breasts, my hand gently groped and kneaded at her mound. I treated it not as a vent meant to be pierced, but as the whole that it was, and Rina couldn’t get enough of it.

“N…Nido…ah…Nido…” her head rocked and swayed under my caress, like a ship caught in the waves of a stormy sea. She seemed lost amidst the lapping currents of prickling pleasure, her breaths gaining amplitude as her haunches began grinding together in impatience.

I still tested her patience while the heat of lust welled within my cheeks and brow. In the absence of seed, it was my temples that throbbed, taking away from the focus required to be an expert lover to her. Too preoccupied with how I performed down there, I simply leaned my head within the gap between her breasts, closing my eyes to fully focus on the rhythm that mattered.

“Awh…Nidooooo….” Rina’s hands alighted upon my head, one tousling the brown locks of my short hair, the other stroking my cheek similar to the pace I maintained. I could keep doing this for a while. Bring her to climax in an excruciatingly slow way for the messiest squirt she ever loosened.

Rina, however, had other urges. Feeling herself ready for the next stage, she pulled up her legs so that a glob of arousal sneaked its way out of her slightly opened vagina. While trailing her cleft, my index inadvertently sunk within her passage, her gasp signaling the need to take this up a notch.

“Ohhhh….” Rina’s soft, pleasure-filled eyes cracked open halfway. Her pupils traveled to where my index slipped into her, watching me slip through her powerful clenching muscles for just a second or two before darkness replaced the arousing sight.

“This feels so good, doesn’t it?” I scratched at her left ear, now that I found myself unable to fondle either of her breasts given the positioning of my head, propped right between them. I made it all the way to my knuckle, gasping silently to mask the clues of my stiffening erection. I wasn’t ready to mate her for more than a dozen seconds without growing flaccid, so Rina was better off being attended by my finger.

I never expected the feel of her insides, so familiar to my cock, to arouse me to such extent. Her walls started off smooth, yet deeper within, soft ridges began to manifest, only to further fade into constrictive smoothness so delightful, so paralyzing to my member’s tip.

“Ni……niiiihhhh!”

Rina couldn’t avoid clamping down on me any longer. It was as if her tunnel caved in around that single finger, intent on squeezing it dry, demanding its seed through the most erotic and visceral way available. I waited for her to relax; for her breaths to even out a bit before retreating, followed by a light gush of fresh arousal.

“Grrawh…” Rina sighed as if in relief, licking her lips with a tongue so sluggish one might just believe she climaxed.

One, two, three. No, two. Though she enjoyed three of my fingers the most, I needed to delay her orgasm a bit in order to put my strategy in motion.

“Rawwwh!”

Both of Rina’s hands fled my head, aware that she no longer had control over how tight her fingers squeezed, or how deep her claws pierced. The abundant wetness coating her mound and pooling at the base of her tail in a narrow puddle added a terribly arousing squelch to the penetration of my fingers that my bobbing cock approved of. As expected, Rina’s breath cut with just half of my fingers in, the claws of her hands clawing madly at the poor blanket whose sole mistake was to be brought here today instead of its twin.

“Niiid!” Rina and I passed the second acclimating obstacle, that of letting her constricting tunnel sample the tightness of two joined fingers instead of just one. Stinging, irrational guilt tied up my stomach in a giant knot as I noticed bead-shaped tears crawl down her cheeks, the pleasure so unbearable that her eyes grew moist themselves. A trickle of that overpowering dread of hurting her still persisted to this day, two years after we declared our love to one another and more than four years after bonding with her.

I took a deep, calming breath. Focus. She needed me at my best, an involved mate fully dedicated to carrying his loved one to the highest peak of pleasure.

As soon as her muscles loosened in noticeable disappointment with the lack of throbs meant to pump seed into her, I slipped out of her down to my nails, trimmed and filed to prepare for this possibility. Her frame visibly relaxed. If not for the hungry shudders from downstairs, Rina struck the picture of utmost fulfillment, gasping and starting at the sky, transfixed by its starry beauty.

We had plenty of time for that later. Right now, I had to do something about her raging heat. Keenly aware that neither of us would last long in our respective state, be it teary-eyed Rina or my aching cock self, I sucked in a deep, resolute breath to prepare for what was to come physically and emotionally.

“I love you, more than any word can describe,” I whispered to her seemingly disinterested ears that immediately shifted in my direction.

“Nido…” she replied weakly, attempting to reach me with a hand.

“Nido!” Her face immediately changed, charming cuteness giving way to a scrunched snout, tightly sealed eyelids, and arched, noticeable eyebrows.

Nothing changed in the way I entered her. The initial squelch still welcome my fingers in her tightening depths. Her muscles convulsed with equal fervor. Haunches parted, legs kicked, tail swished relentlessly as I invaded her vent with a tightness that would never falter compared to my cock. Once I sank to my knuckles, I drew back for another stroke, keeping it equally sluggish for the sake of pacing.

“Khhhrrr!” Rina barely withstood this third thrust, her jaws shuddering, teeth rattling from how close it pushed her.

Damn. I had far less time than I anticipated. Not good, but not great.

“I love you,” I mouthed once again as I pressed my knees against the ground, steadying myself with my other arm, all so that I could grind my body against hers to emulate our mating. It was far more difficult to rely on the support of a single arm, and I sorely lacked the ability to hover right above her, but the best memories came from the improper tries.

Shlick, shleck, shlick, came the increasingly louder squelches of Rina’s shuddering pussy as I pierced her increasingly faster than I anticipated. My combined groans and her murmuring moans were not enough to muffle those erotic sounds, so crucial to making this moment all the more intense. Being of superior height, it was my body that caressed her buoying one, ensuring that the flow remained in tone with the thrusts happening between her legs. Pulling out meant that my chest streamed down her breasts, letting my pecs wash over her far plumper, far warmer formations. Plunging in forced her mounds to squish upward, the friction greater, the pressure far more fulfilling.

Rina moaned her sweet sounds. She gasped, huffed, twisted her head this way and that, navigating the undercurrents of lust swimming through her nether depths. Even as she crested the peak of her pleasure, my mate still summoned the necessary fortitude to crack an eye open. To moan out an enamored, “Nido…” as she reached forward to kiss me.

I reached up to kiss her brow instead, adding that third finger at the last moment, sinking all of my girth into her.

Rina’s eyes gaped in unison with her mouth, no sound escaping her tightened throat. Her hands seized my shoulders, clawing bloody, passionate scratches in the heat of peaking orgasm. Though my entire frame trembled from focus and arousal alike, I still forced my fingers to spread and swirl into her; to surprise her in every way that my cock failed to.

“Niiiiii!” Rina shrieked out an earsplitting shrill, pressing her claws tight into my shoulders as if to hold herself from being swept away. The mightiest squirt erupted out of her, its force so great it audibly impacted with my hand and forced my fingers back an inch or two.

“I love you. I love you so much,” I repeated, increasing the speed of my thrusts along with the motions of my torso. Rina continued to cry out her bliss, her maw parted fully, an indigo patch present in her warmth-filled cheeks.

Not even my fingers could last forever against the relentless deluge pouring out of her. Feeling my other arm ready to give in, I buried my fingers deep inside her and my face tight against her neck. The euphoria of granting my mate the best orgasm of her life battled with the aching throbs of my cock, spent yet overly stimulated by the rhythmical clenching of her vent. It was such a unique thing, to experience a female’s orgasm while able minded; to feel the extent of her orgasm within her bliss-filled tremors or the warmth of her thicker, stronger-scented honey wash over your hand.

Tension only began disperse from my body after her muscles began to loosen as well. She only had a few shudders left in her before everything dulled down to a trickle, both real and metaphorical.

“N…ni…” Rina couldn’t even form her most beloved word while blinking back overly generous tears from her eyes, awash with unbridled satisfaction.

“I know,” I said as I hugged her tight against me, feeling her breasts harden now that her fire waned. “You’ve been saying it forever, you lust-addled fool.”

I chuckled over her soft, amused gasp, forgetting all about how bad her scratches over my shoulders stung. She noticed them as well, given her sinking ears, but tried her best not to ruin the moment while she guided my head between her breasts, into my favorite resting spot.

“I’m going to marry you one day, when they allow it,” I repeated the same pledge I made one year ago, in this exact spot.

Like before, she did not take me seriously, comforting me by softly combing through my hair with her claws. How little faith she had. At her speed, she’d learn sign language in a little more than two years. She knew how to pose, just like the models in the human magazines, and she had an innate talent for finding berries and arranging them into what she called a tart to prove that she could feed me, as a wife should.

What more could a man ask for?

***The End***

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