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The radiant sun peeked through the treetops, the air was clear and warm, and the leaves rustled in the wind. It was a beautiful day in late summer and the first day of James's long-awaited and extended hiking trip through the wilderness. The young man had everything he needed for his trek, backpack, plenty of water, a compass to roughly keep track of where to go, and of course a smile on his face because this was his first day away from the daily slog in ages. Appropriate to the weather and occasion, he wore sturdy hiking boots, white shorts, an airy shirt and vest, and a black hat on his curly hazel hair. Every couple of minutes, he took a quick look at the compass to maintain a rough direction because he didn't really trust his intuitive sense of direction yet and didn't want to get lost on the first day. But suddenly, the compass needle went absolutely crazy, spinning and vibrating vigorously. James grunted in annoyed surprise. Perhaps there was a disturbance nearby? He raised his head just for a second and scanned his surroundings, but he didn't stop and foolishly wandered on, which he immediately regretted. One wrong step was enough to send him flying. He tripped over a stray root and lost his footing and his hat, dropped down the hill, and smacked into several thorny bushes and low-hanging branches. Without any control over his descent, his body just kept tumbling until he hit something solid. Unfortunately, he hit the object with his head first and before he knew it, his lights went out.

Seemingly, just a brief blink of darkness passed between him losing and regaining consciousness. In reality, James had probably been out of action for minutes or even longer. An agonized groan escaped his lips as he tried to get up. Every single bone of his body hurt, he had a throbbing headache, his clothing was covered in dirt and mud, and he was bleeding from several scratches, but it didn't feel like he had broken anything. He found himself lying in a little trough, bedded on dead branches and heaps of fallen leaves. For what it was, it was actually quite comfortable. Slowly panning his head, he noticed that the forest around him was warmer than he remembered it to be, the colors of the leaves already shifting and changing to an autumnal palette. It was still pleasantly warm and the glow of the sun engulfed him like honey. This was odd. Had he been unconscious for that long? Long enough for the seasons to change? No, that was a silly thought, and yet... Left confused and tired, he slumped back into the natural bedding and decided to extend his rest to recover a little more before continuing his journey.

"Oh, a visitor! What an unexpected but welcome surprise. Are you okay, my dear?" a melodious voice called from nearby, making James flinch. He awkwardly lifted his head and stared at the origin of the voice, trying to identify who had just spoken to him. It took him a moment to find her. Just a few feet away, a delphox leaned against a tree trunk and watched him with a worried gaze. The colors of her fur, a mixture of black, reddish-brown, auburn, cream, and warm yellow, blended just perfectly into the autumn coloration of the surrounding forest, making it difficult to discern her features. He honestly couldn't tell where the beautiful vixen's flowing skirt and effusive ear tufts ended and where the colorful forest began. But was it really her who had spoken? Pokémon usually didn't talk, did they? Her eyes wandered over his body, and she hissed and winced as she noticed his terrible condition and battered attire. "Oh my, you look really rough, all scratched up and sore. What happened to you? Did you play in the brambles?" she summarized her findings with a gentle chuckle. "Here, let me help you up." She approached him with an elegant gait and reached him a black paw.

James's jaw was still agape in astonishment, and he stared at her dumbly. Yes, her muzzle had moved, so it must have been her who had just spoken. But that was impossible! Was he hallucinating? After staring at her in utter astonishment for a moment, he finally accepted her offer, grabbed her paw, and let her pull him back on his legs. Talking pokémon or not, he could really use her help right now.

Standing upright proved surprisingly difficult. James's knees felt like cooked noodles, his vision was a blurry mess, and his surroundings turned and twisted like he was sitting on a rollercoaster, making him violently nauseous. "Not quite. I... I stumbled and fell down the hill. Then, everything went black," he slurred. "When I woke up, I was lying at the foot of the hill, right here where you found me. Ugh, I think I'm gonna puke." His sense of balance gave up and he keeled over.

The delphox gasped in shock and jumped forward, catching James before he collapsed entirely. She grabbed his head and looked him right in the eye, her amber eyes blinking with concern. "Oh dear. It appears like you have suffered a little more than just a few scratches. You might have contracted a concussion. Come, I'll get you home. I've got a few remedies that help your poor brain recover from the blow," she offered and wrapped an arm around his waist, supporting him so he wouldn't fall again. So close to her, he got a good whiff of her scent, a mixture of herbal, spicy, burnt, and floral odors. She smelled like a spice merchant. "Besides, you deserve a moment to rest from your little mishap." Very slowly and carefully, she got going with him, step by step, and carried him to her home, wherever that was.

Her dwelling fit just as well in the forest as she did, although it was much more elaborate than he had expected. It was a complete timber-framed cottage nestled into a rocky alcove, smoke rose from its brick chimney, and it was roofed with branches and clad with a cream brown plaster. The front was lined with two round windows and an ornamental wooden door. In front of it, there was a big, fenced herbal garden, arranged in a seemingly chaotic fashion and intersected by narrow stone paths. Wild pokémon were known to build homes, but not ones that could rival human buildings like this one. Perhaps she lived here with her human master, James surmised, remote and secluded from the day-to-day business.

The delphox carried him through the garden and the door into the rustic cottage. James's jaw dropped as he saw the stunning interior. They had entered a great, round room that was equipped with everything, cooking utensils like a stove, pans and pots, comfy rugs and a fancy armchair, a table holding delicate glassware and countless vials of colorful liquids, cupboards overflowing with ingredients, knickknack, and tools, and several shelves filled with books and scrolls. This place was a kitchen, a living room, a laboratory, a storage room, and a library all in one. Utter chaos, but a surprisingly cozy comfy one. Despite the rather small windows, the interior was brightly illuminated by the brilliant golden glow of a hanging lantern. The air was rich with herbal and savory smells, the same ones that clung to her fur. However, after letting his eyes wander and absorbing the sights, he couldn't find a single hint of human influence or technology. She seemed to live in this cottage on her own, without any other human being, as unbelievable as that may sound.

After his initial stupor faded, he blurted out, "Wow, this is beautiful!"

"Oh, thank you. It's my home and my everything. I'm glad you like it, honey." She chuckled as she hoisted him over to the armchair. With a deep sigh, he dropped into the soft, bouncy seat and rested his aching arms and body. His eyes lazily followed his host as she fiddled around at the stove, preparing something with a happy whistle on her lips.

A couple of minutes later, the gorgeous delphox returned with a steaming cup and a saucer filled with a mint-green paste. She pulled up two stools, sat down on one, and put her utensils on the other one. "That's a herbal tea. I've spiked with some extras to get you back in shape. It tastes great and I guarantee that you'll love it," she told him. "And this is a healing salve I just whipped up. It should work wonders on your sores and scratches. Would you mind undressing for me so I can apply it, sweetie?"

"Huh? Oh, sure," James replied dully. He sluggishly got up and dropped his backpack before doing as told, stripping from his vest and shirt. His eyes widened as he saw just how beaten everything looked. His clothes were nothing more than tattered scraps and his torso and arms were a mess of bloody scratches. No wonder he felt like he had slept on barbwire.

She pointed at his legs and requested, "Your shoes and your pants as well, please." Then she began to stir the paste with a finger before rubbing it on her paws.

He gave her a befuddled, slightly embarrassed look, hesitant to undress even further. But he quickly realized that this wasn't the moment to worry about his decency. There were scrapes all over his legs as well, and she couldn't help him if he didn't allow her access. So he finally gave in and quickly stripped down to his underwear. Luckily, it was mostly intact and didn't reveal anything, otherwise, he'd been even more embarrassed. "T-there."

"Alright, this might sting a bit at first but I promise that it'll help." She got up and leaned closer to him, rubbing and smearing the paste all over him, vigorously working it into his arms, chest, back, stomach, and finally his legs. James stood perfectly still during the treatment, blushing with embarrassment. Initially, every bit of skin the salve covered burned even worse, making him groan and hiss in agony, but the pain soon subsided to a numb tingling, and much to his surprise, the wounds looked much better already. Had it really worked that fast?

"Here, have a drink and sit down. The salve still needs a moment to fully take effect," she said and offered him the cup of hot tea. He gladly accepted it and took a tentative sip. It tasted rich and fresh, almost immediately invigorating his body and calming his mind. The muddy, blurry filter overlaying his vision finally cleared, the throbbing headache faded, and the nausea vanished. This was some good stuff! He quickly took another big sip, enough to accidentally burn himself on the hot liquid and gasp for air.

"Careful, honey! Don't go so fast. It's still hot!" the vixen laughed. With a glowing smile, she continued, "Now that we've taken care of the most pressing matters, how about we have a little chat? We haven't introduced ourselves to each other yet, have we? My name is Myra, a humble forest witch at your service. And who are you, sweetie?"

She was a forest witch? He stared at her with astonishment and blurted out curiously, "I'm James. Wait, you're a witch? Like, a real witch? You must be joking, witches only exist in fairy tales and myths. What do you really do? Also, do you really live here all on your own or is your master just away right now?" Okay, he maybe shouldn't have phrased it that way, even though those were the questions that burned on his mind the most right now.

Myra was stunned and quite indignant at his outburst of genuine but rude questions. She rolled her eyes and frowned. Her amber eyes developed a strong pink glow, and all of a sudden, the saucer with leftover paste began to hover as if carried by invisible strings. James's jaw dropped to the floor. Pokémon with such powers were believed to exist but they had always been a relic of the past, the stuff of myth and legend, and they were usually more powerful entities than a simple delphox, and yet he just witnessed her working her magic. "Yes, you could call my craft magic, art of the arcane, psychic powers, or weaving the strands of fate, but I mostly call it convenient. I'm also an alchemist. And no, I don't have a master," she explained sharply before her voice softened again. "In fact, no humans live anywhere near this place. You are, in fact, the first human in years who has found his way here."

James nodded with an awkward smile, still stunned by her demonstration. She had clearly confirmed that she was a wild pokémon and held magic abilities, as fantastical as that sounded. Though, calling her wild didn't feel right, not while he was sitting in her cozy cottage and working her utterly incredible powers. However, he also wondered how she managed to stay secret. Civilization wasn't very far from here, only about a day's walk, and she lived close to a fairly popular hiking trail -- the one he had been following -- so others must pass by her home fairly regularly. "How comes that only so few discover your home?"

"Well, I usually don't want to be found. Humans, especially larger groups of them, tend to be a lot of trouble, you know? However, in your case, it's different. You are all on your own, and you also desperately needed my help. I couldn't just leave you there, all battered and bruised. Besides, there is something I need from you. An important alchemical ingredient that I lack because I rarely have the opportunity to safely interact with humans," she singsonged with an impish grin, her eyes suddenly glowing with a strange fire. "Many of my concoctions require a life liquid. Although you humans lack magical abilities, and even reduce and destroy arcane energy around you, your bodily fluids are magically very potent."

James couldn't help it, but the way she worded her request made it sound like this whole incident was just a ruse to attract unwary wanderers. He wasn't sure what a 'life liquid' was, but he had no desire to give it to her. It sounded like he needed it to... live. "Wait, you want my life liquid? What is that anyway? Do you mean my blood?"

"What? Oh no! I didn't patch you up only to immediately take you apart again. I mean, yes, technically speaking, blood is one life liquid, but there's another one that fits the bill. One that is..." She sensually smacked her lips. "Way more fun to obtain."

He stared at her, the gears in his head grinding as he tried to figure out the second life liquid. What other liquid could it be? One that was fun to obtain even. Slowly, his gaze wandered to his crotch and he came to the inevitable conclusion. Blood was essential to sustain life, but sperm was essential to create life. "Do you mean..."

"Yes, exactly. Semen is a very useful ingredient in all kinds of healing salves and potions, one that easily rivals the effects of blood. That's why I would like to take a sample of your semen. I really need it for research purposes."

Healing salves she said? All of a sudden, he saw the milky, creamy shine and texture of the salve she had applied in a whole new light. "Is there... is there cum in there?" he ventured to ask, pointing to the saucer.

"Yes, of course. Otherwise, it wouldn't have worked as well as it did. Look at yourself. All the scratches and wounds are gone," she giggled. "Only thanks to the power of a squirt of cum."

James grimaced as he received the anticipated but not so welcome answer. "So, do all of your potions contain... ugh, cum?"

"All of them?" Myra raised a brow and blessed him with a lewd laugh. "No, sweetie, not all of them... but most of them. It's just such a potent ingredient that I simply don't want to do without it. In fact, your tea is spiked with some of my assistant's processed and refined semen."

Of course, James had just taken another sip of the tasty herbal tea when she broke the news to him. He reflexively snorted half of it across the table and over his lap and stared at her, hoping that she was just telling jokes. But no, judging by the tone of her voice and her impish giggling, she wasn't. All the talk about cum was making him uncomfortable but also strangely aroused.

"So, what do you say? I fixed you up, and now I'm asking for compensation. Just a simple donation of a bit of your semen," Myra requested sensually. "I promise that it'll be fun. It's not my first time doing this and I know how to please a male." She got up and tilted her head, looking at him with big, pleading eyes, "Please?"

James blushed furiously even thinking about her request, but he did feel like he owed her something for her efforts. After all, her magic had made his wounds disappear, had taken care of his concussion, and he felt stronger and more awake than ever. Not to mention that he was growing fond of her, both of her gorgeous looks and her caring, motherly, yet playful manners.

He gazed at Myra's body, tracing the outline of her feminine shape as she got up and approached him, moving closer and closer. Her alluring hot aroma infused the air and made him drool. She put a paw on his thigh and massaged it gently, rubbing up from his knee ever so close to his crotch. James thought about pulling back for a second, but he couldn't do it. It simply felt too good. Her other paw moved on his head, guiding his eyes over her body. As if by accident, part of her fur shifted aside and revealed one of her shining dark nipples. Then she raised a leg and he saw another part of her, a black and glistening mound between her legs. Unlike him, she wasn't ashamed to show her goods. His uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment was gradually displaced by a rising desire. Blood rushed from his head to his groin, his heart throbbed in his chest, and he breathed heavily as the wave of arousal claimed him. Her body managed to do what her words failed to do: convince him to accept her request.

"How does it feel? Do you want more, honey?" the witch cooed.

Left speechless and still overwhelmed by her gentle assertiveness, he nodded hazily.

With the greatest naturalness, Myra pulled him off the chair and down to his knees. Made compliant by her ministrations and his surging lust, James was putty in her paws. He allowed her to guide him all the way until his face was level with her crotch. Now he could see her glistening spade in all its glory, a black, puffy triangle throbbing between her legs, a strand of her juices drooling down. Her scent had become even stronger, carrying a much tangier and muskier note that demanded his attention and made him drool. The longer this alluring mixture rested in his nose, the longer the tantalizing image lingered in his brain, the more intensely he craved to taste her.

"Do you want to lick it, dear?" she asked with an impish smile.

"Yes, please," James wheezed and she promptly fulfilled his wish, pushing her sex against his face. His lips met hers in a lewd, sloppy kiss. Her spade was just as warm and wet as it looked, brimful and throbbing with life. Whatever doubt was left in his mind was washed away by her taste as her juices spilled over his lips and trickled down his chin. It was an experience like no other, the softness and plumpness of her cookie unmatched. He had eaten pussy before but never such an exotic, luscious version, never with a pokémon, and never with a real witch. He definitely had been missing out. His hands moved onto her thighs, sensually brushing up and down, while he savored her delicious offer, digging deeper and shoving his entire tongue into her depths. He embraced her with all his vigor, sucking and slurping her spade as if it was his only source of sustenance in the middle of the hot desert.

Myra rewarded his efforts with a throaty purr, her hips moving and shifting ever so slightly, grinding her organ against his mouth. "You're doing very well, sweetie. ~ah~ Keep it up like that, will you?" she cheered, her grip on his head tightening. Her growing dominance was doing something to him. James had never been an assertive guy, but this treatment truly coaxed out his submissive side. His legs weakened and only her powerful grip kept him on his legs as she essentially rode his face. Her flesh squished and smacked lusciously as she rubbed it against him. Her scent was everywhere, clinging heavily to his nose and lips. Her body was everywhere, her autumn fur taking up his entire view. His skin was burning and glowing wherever she touched him. The sensation of her caress lingered in his mind and rested on him as a moist shine of her juices.

James soon lost himself in the heat, grunting and groaning with blissful pleasure as it consumed his mind and controlled his actions. His cock had risen to life, fully swollen and throbbing in his briefs and begging for attention. But when he slid a hand closer to his crotch and aching erection, Myra stopped him brusquely. Her paw closed around his wrist and she purred with a sweet but authoritative voice, "Please, don't touch yourself, honey. You wouldn't want you to blow your precious load too early, would you?" She obviously tested his limits, assessed how far she could extend her dominion over him without him stopping her. Honestly, he wondered the same thing. As much as he wanted to touch himself, her grip and voice sent an exhilarating shiver through his spine, so he held still.

Her confidence rose even further when he obeyed her command without complaint and an impish grin formed on her muzzle. "In fact, let's prevent you from giving in to your temptations, James. May I restrain you?" Myra requested, elevating her crotch off his face to let him talk.

A strand of her pussy juice and his saliva was still hanging between her spade and his lips, jiggling as he spoke, "Restrain me? What do you mean? Do you want to tie me up?"

"Yes, exactly. And don't worry, you're in good paws. I wouldn't have patched you up if I didn't care about your well-being, my dear. Besides, I've got the sneaking suspicion that you might even enjoy it," the witch cooed. A pink shine glowed in her eyes. She was working her magic again. A long piece of rope rose from its resting place next to the bookshelves and slithered over to him like a lazy seviper, squeezing through his thighs, coiling around his limbs, and tying back his arms. He eyed it warily, uncertainty surging through him as the rope wiggled its way into his briefs and loosely tied him up, practically immobilizing him.

"Do you really think this is necessary?" James stammered, blushing furiously.

"No, it's not necessary, but fun. Let me sweeten the deal for you, a little reward for your trouble," Myra singsonged, moving a paw onto her moist cookie and spreading it to reveal her rosy depths. His urge to dig in rose steeply, but the rope held him back. "You let me play with you and milk you however I want, and I let you mount me however you want. Deal?"

Myra seemed to really enjoy her position of utter dominance, but James would have been lying if he claimed that her dominance and his own helplessness didn't turn him on, too. "Okay, but please, don't make me regret this," he agreed with a horny tremor.

The witch's chest fluffed up and she gasped with delight. "Oh, don't you worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure that you receive only the best treatment." With a sudden jerk, the rope closed around his limbs and the knots tightened, sealing his fate for the immediate future.

Now, James was at her mercy and had to play the way she wanted. However, she didn't need to explicitly tell him what to do. As soon as she pressed her dripping spade back onto his face, his tongue shot out automatically and he continued to lick her with the same vigor and passion as before. Slurping and squishing filled the room and merged with his muffled groans and her wanton cries for more. Once again, the heat in his body surged, lust clouding and drowning his mind, and his erection throbbed in his tight briefs. It begged for attention more than ever, leaking copiously, but still remained cruelly unattended. His hands were tied and Myra didn't devote a single thought to his poor cock. Instead of stroking the part of him that needed it the most, she proceeded to caress everything else. She patted his head, ruffled his hair, and brushed her paws over his naked skin, his shoulders, and back, all the way down to his butt. Her touch electrified him and got him closer to the edge, so achingly close, but it was never enough to push him over it.

"More, honey! Deeper! Give it to me, just a little more," Myra mewled with heated tension. Her hug tightened around him, her paws pulled him closer, and her thighs pressed against his cheeks. Her crotch had become everything he could see, smell, taste, hear, and feel, drowning out his other perception and occupying his entire mind.

"Ah, I'm close!" Myra announced moments before she came with a powerful orgasm. Her body shook as it washed through her and a savage, primal howl escaped her lungs, a cry of raw bliss. James was stuck at the center of the action, the current center of his world and understanding, his lips resting on the contracting, jumping spade. The delphox's juices gushed out and splattered over his face in a wet, warm, and sticky eruption. Her tight channel tightened around his tongue while he continued his ministrations, reaping the rewards of his efforts.

Myra held him close for a tiny eternity, literally showering him with her climax until the contractions subsided. Her overzealous sex calmed down and returned to rest, and the gushes of her fem cum faded into a trickle, becoming less than what his painfully erect cock was spilling at the same time. She loosened her oppressive hug and stepped back, allowing James to catch his breath. Her vulpine face glowed with deep satisfaction and she rubbed her cheeks, grinning at him, "James, my dear, that was amazing!" Then she looked at his briefs and discovered a big, damp spot and a telling bulge. "Oh, pardon me. I can see that you're ripe for release, so let's not dawdle. Here, let me help you out."

James looked at Myra with a pleading expression as she dropped to her knees, getting down on his level. She put her paws on his skin, feeling him up and teasing him even more. He couldn't help but groan and tremble at her caresses. His stiff rosy nipples fascinated her in particular. She spent almost an entire minute playing with them, losing herself completely in rubbing and twisting them, before she snapped out of it. Then, she finally slipped a paw on his crotch and took care of his throbbing, leaking issue. "Tell me when you're about to blow, okay, honey? Wouldn't want to waste any of your valuable semen."

The witch grabbed his head and brought his face to hers. She hesitated only a second before pressing her lips on his, muzzle on mouth, giving him a warm, loving kiss. James was stunned by her advance. Even though he had just been nose-deep in her pussy, kissing her on the muzzle somehow felt much more intimate. Their moment of pure, raw lust was tainted by a tinge of wholesome affection.

While she was still kissing him, James heard a series of telling noises coming from his crotch. With no care for his briefs, she tore and ripped them apart. It distracted him enough to prematurely break the kiss and ask, "What are you doing?"

"Freeing your little guy."

"But my briefs?"

"Shush, honey. It's easier and quicker to do it that way. I'll fix them afterward," she calmed his worry. "I promise." With a final tug and snap, she broke them open and discarded them with a psychic fling. His erection bounced free and revealed itself in all its glory. He wasn't big, long, or gifted in any way, just plain average, but that didn't diminish Myra's experience. She gasped with bawdy excitement when she unveiled it. The kiss was long forgotten, her whole attention was now on his throbbing, glistening, and ragingly erect penis. He was so incredibly close that even a gust of air would've been enough to trigger his orgasm. With awed voice, she whispered, "But first I'll fix this."

The witch knew how close he was, not even daring to touch him anywhere close to his shaft. Instead, she fetched a glass jar and positioned it so that it would catch his cum. Once ready, she leaned closer and pulled him into a hug, her other paw sliding down his back. Before he knew it, she rubbed a finger over his pucker. The touch in the unexpected place made him flinch. Granted, it wasn't his first time he had done something back there, but the way she just did it without any word or comment was something else, electrifying and exciting like their entire encounter.

With gentle but determined pressure, Myra pushed her finger against his sphincter until it slipped in. A shaky groan slipped from James's lips as he felt her digit turn and curl inside him, blessing him with repeated spurts of pleasure as it progressed, moving deeper and deeper. Soon, it found its target, and the next touch conjured up an even stronger rush of pleasure that numbed his mind and nearly sent him over the edge. She smiled as she readied the jar. Then, she began to rhythmically rub his prostate, making him blow almost instantly.

A desperate moan escaped James as he lost control over himself. All the teasing and caressing had finally come to its inevitable conclusion. Without ever touching himself, he experienced one of, if not the most powerful climax he had ever had. His entire body was on fire, burning with lust and excitement. His balls tensed up, his sphincter clamped down on the delphox's fingers, and his dick twitched with the dire need to release his pent-up seed. The first spurt hit the bottom of the jar with a clear, loud ping, its force and volume greater than ever before. Controlled by the rhythm of his heart, spurt after spurt followed, each of them just as rich and wet as the very first one. It was so much more than it used to be, but in his lust-addled state, he didn't have the mental ability to think about it. He just let it flow as it came.

"Good boy, give me everything you have. I need every single drop of your essence," Myra cooed, milking his prostate with quick, vigorous strokes. Her ardent caress washed through him with concussive blasts, prolonging his blissful release and teasing out all he could give.

Finally, far beyond his usual limits, his eruption came to an end. The grip of lust around his brain softened and his mind cleared just in time for Myra to show him the fruits of her labor. James couldn't believe his own eyes when he saw the jar full of cum. Had he really managed to fill all of it in one go? Myra seemed to have read his mind, and explained with a sensual whisper, "Remember the tea I gave you? Not only does it restore your body, but it also stimulates productivity. A neat trick, isn't it? I just needed someone to test it on." Then she put the jar to her lips and took a big sip, savoring the mouthful of semen for a moment, swishing it around to spread its flavor before swallowing it with a loud gulp. "Thank you so much, my dear. Now I've got enough life liquid to last me for quite a while. Enough to even be a little wasteful with it."

Myra got up with her bounty, but promptly paused and hesitated, as if she had forgotten something. Before James could say anything, she started laughing and snapped her fingers, "Oh right, I shouldn't leave you like that, should I? Sorry, honey." Within the blink of an eye, his restraints loosened, the knots untied, and the rope dropped to the ground before slithering back to its resting place. The change was sudden enough to throw him off balance. Fortunately, Myra had the presence of mind to catch him and pick him up. With a glance at his still rigid dick, she purred, "You know what? Before I do anything else, I should give you your reward for being such a good boy."

Gently she grabbed his hand, helped him up, and pulled him along, out of the main chamber, through a round door, and into one of the three adjacent rooms. It was a much smaller room, decorated and furnished with dressers, bookshelves, fancy wardrobes, colorful rugs, lush potted plants, and most importantly, a large, comfy bed stacked with pillows and blankets. This was the witch's comfy, cozy bedroom, and she didn't waste any time throwing him and herself onto her bed.

Myra rolled onto her back with an exhilarated giggle, spread her legs and skirt apart, and once again revealed her glistening, luscious spade. It was still just as tempting as before, begging him to come closer and play with it. "You know what to do, sweetie? Come here and make me happy," she beckoned him with a bawdy trill. Even though he had just cum more than ever, James still ready to continue, his dick twitching and stiffening at the alluring sight.

James eagerly got on all fours and crawled over to her. He brushed his hands up her legs and thighs, pausing when he parted her legs to relish the sensation of her soft fur and wallow in her vulpine beauty. Her autumn colors and her feminine shape, her sleek muzzle and glowing amber eyes, the amicable yet longing smirk made for an exciting mixture, one that turned him on like nothing else. He had never paid much attention to pokémon, but he had also never met one as capable and wonderful as her, still free and untainted by human influence. Tired of waiting, she curled her finger in a come-hither motion and growled with burning desire. "James, what are you waiting for? Shall I tie you up and play with you some more, or will you come already and mate with me?" she summoned him and he broke free from his breathless rapture, finally climbing over her and embracing her fully.

Mark's hands brushed further over her hips, her sides, and onto her chest, ultimately coming to rest on her shoulders. He slid between her thighs, his hardened shaft teasingly caressing her fur as he approached her quivering spade. Myra bit her lower lip while she leered at him with flaming desire, her paw reaching for his cock and guiding it to her pussy. A thrilling shiver rippled through his body as his tip nudged against the warm, puffy spade, slipping into the right position all by itself. Now, he only had to push forward and claim his reward.

Myra's lush nether lips split and parted with a wet squelch, accepting and swallowing his tip. He groaned with pleasure as her tight, warm insides wrapped around him. They stirred his arousal and made him crave more. Thrusting his hips forward, he drove more of his dick inside her, and instinctively assumed a steady rhythm, loosening her snug hole bit by bit. The delphox rewarded his confident advance with an ecstatic moan, her muzzle wide open and her tongue hanging out as moans of heated pleasure escaped her like steam a boiling kettle.

Once James had worked his way all the way into her, pushed deep enough that his balls touched the fleshy rim of her spade, he lowered himself on her. His arms slid around her waist and he pulled her into a tight embrace before he began to fuck her properly. Shallow strokes at first, just an inch out and in, but brisk and with as much force as his body could muster, making the frame of the bed sing. Myra melted into his hold, her paws lovingly rubbing his back while he sped up, thrusting faster and faster, enjoying her amazing tightness and glowing heat. With each passing second, his lust grew and spread. It controlled his muscles, overpowered his brain, and turned him into a horny machine caught in a positive feedback loop. The faster and harder he thrust, the higher his pleasure rose, fueling his vigor and driving him to even greater efforts.

The witch lost herself in radiant moans and effusive cries as he bred her tight cookie. Her body heated up, literally glowing with the fire of her lust. Her magic developed a mind of its own, her eyes turning pink as the air around them sparkled and glittered in a firework of radiant, warm colors, red, orange, yellow, and gold. Her magic alone made this one of the most memorable and exhilarating fucks he had ever experienced.

However, even the best, most magical moment in the world had to end at some point. James's orgasm was fast approaching, and judging by the effusive sparkles around them, Myra was close as well. With gritted teeth, he gathered his last bit of strength and gave her everything he got. A race to the edge, ever closer to the cliff, until he rushed over it. For the blink of an eye, he felt like he was floating in space, only to be struck down by his orgasm with incomprehensible might and washed away by a mental tsunami, diving into a sea of pleasure. His body gave up like a balloon that had lost its air, and all the energy left his limbs to fuel his ejaculation. While he collapsed onto the delphox, her body reared up and quivered, her pussy clenching tightly around his shaft. A throaty howl escaped her throat before she grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, sharing her orgasmic bliss with him not only down below, but face-to-face as well.

This time, he didn't unload into a cold jar but pumped his seed deep into a warm, tight hole. Snugly enclosed, he felt spurt after spurt of hot cum escape his twitching tip, and with the effects of the tea still coursing through his body, he just couldn't stop cumming. Every rope was as rich and voluminous as the first. While each was fairly insignificant on its own, their sheer number soon filled and rounded Myra with his love. Completely enraptured by his rampant orgasm, he kept kissing and caressing the delphox in his arms while she returned his heated love with even more kisses and caresses. Everything blended together in a singular moment of bliss, the shared orgasm uniting them.

The fiery storm subsided and they were left basking in the warm afterglow of their union. Huffing and panting, groaning and grunting, still exchanging deep and sloppy kisses, as they stayed locked together in a tight embrace on her bed. At that moment, there was no place James would rather be than with the hot delphox witch. Finally, the petting stopped and she slowly disentangled their limbs and bodies, breaking the kiss, pulling back her arms and legs, and finally nudging him gently, encouraging him to pull out. Sluggishly, James followed her unspoken order and moved back, his cock slipping out with a lush slurp, followed by a gush of her juices and a trace of his cum. Most of his potent donation was safely stored inside her, and he was amazed to find that he had become even more productive than before. He had come so much that her abdomen was visibly stretched and bulging, her womb filled to the brim with semen.

"Ah, it's so much. I didn't expect your body to take the enhancements this well. What a wonderful surprise," she gasped, patting and rubbing her swollen, sloshing abdomen. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths before she opened them to look right at him. Something was going inside her head, he could hear the gears turning, literally. Pondering something, Myra closed her muzzle and her gaze became distant.

Then, finally, she came forth with an offer, "So, tell me, James. Do you have any firm plans for the next week, or do you have some time off?"

He looked at her inquisitively, head tilted and one brow raised. "Why do you ask?"

"I could offer you a nice, refreshing vacation at my humble dwelling, full board, room service, spa, and sexy times included," she offered, purring and pointing at his softening dick. "The only payment is a milking session in the morning and one in the evening. With ties and teasing, of course. What do you think? Does this sound like a compelling offer, my dear?"

Just a day ago, James had left for a two-week hiking trip through the uncharted wilderness. It was his first vacation in ages and he had been looking forward to this trip for a long time. But within the blink of an eye, Myra's offer overturned everything he had so meticulously planned. What could be better than spending some time with a beautiful, magical, and talking pokémon? "Could I also book a stay for two weeks?" he asked hopefully.

The witch nodded with an endearing smile, "You can stay for as long as you like, sweetie. I'll make sure that you won't get bored. And even if you have to go one day, you're always welcome to return, as long as you keep this place a secret. Understood? Now, come here and let me spoil you, James." She grabbed him and pulled him to her chest, wrapping her arms and legs around him in another hot, fluffy embrace. Yes, he would absolutely love his stay with the delphox witch, there was no doubt about that at all.