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None of it had been what he’d really intended.

His life had been a mess of chaos and pain before the rescue. He couldn’t really remember much of his early life, the memories were messy and frightening and his mind had blocked them out. Whatever horror that had hurt him, stolen his voice, left him subtly terrified of the world no longer had a conscious presence in his brain...though its shadow lingered behind, refusing to grant him peace.

What he remembered was Davis finding him in the cold rain, too tired to even struggle against him. Taking him inside to someplace warm, giving him food, treating him with a kindness he’d never known, even given him a name. He hadn’t been able to leave the human’s side for a long time...even now, being away for too long was unpleasant, though he’d gotten to the point where he could at least not cling relentlessly, could take shorts walks outdoors without panicking, and didn’t react with hostility towards every other human that existed. Including Davis’s partners.

Which presented a different problem. Davis and his girlfriends would come in, have a few drinks, and then go up to the bedroom and get busy...and Nox would feel a tension in his gut, a fire in his loins, a frustration he had no familiarity with. It had taken him a while to realize that it was a desire, a deep-seated need for sex, one that threatened to overtake him every time. He tried to ignore it, jerk himself off privately to try to relieve himself, but it seemed like it got less effective every time.

For a while he got lucky, things seemed to end between Davis and the girl before the feelings got unmanageable, and the time between that and the next girl would give himself time to get unwound. But then had come Bethany...she was always kind to Nox, even after a rough start where he had been hostile to her, and he respected her for the joy she gave Davis. But the relationship lasted, and the two of them kept at it, they were more active on that front than any of the previous relationships. And it was pushing him harder, farther than ever...masturbation wasn’t providing real relief anymore.

He started watching. He knew they didn’t want it, but it was like a compulsion, the only thing that could help relieve things. Watching while pawing off was more relieving, but that didn’t prove to be a solution, just a temporary help...he needed more, had to actually obey his body’s drives. He’d tried...tried going out, tried to find someone, but his nerve failed him on every approach, he felt such a deep anxiety and unpleasantness that he couldn’t go through with it. So he would go back unsatisfied, and often have to listen to the humans copulate, which compounded the issue to the breaking point.

It didn’t help that his sexual urges weren’t just as simple as wanting to spread his seed. His fantasies tended towards ones where he was powerful, controlling, rough and dominating. He didn’t know why, but it always came into his head that way...maybe it was because of his past, the sense of powerlessness that had hurt him so much, and his subconscious was trying to counter that. He couldn’t realize his fantasies with someone he wasn’t comfortable with, not with a stranger…there was just too much anxiety for him to initiate. It had to be someone he had no fear of, had nothing getting in the way...which left precious few options, ones that he didn’t really want contemplate but had less and less control over by the day.

And then he had seen them that day. Bethany, tied down, immobile, silenced, vulnerable...something had snapped in him. It was everything he wanted, the chance to have unrivaled power and control, to act how he had always desired, and finally get himself sated properly. And the only thing standing in his way had been Davis...he wanted to say he felt remorse at knocking him out, but even after the fact it was difficult, because he had just needed it so bad. And the fact that Bethany hadn’t been entirely willing hadn’t bothered him either...especially when he felt her body respond the way it should have, the feeling of power was amplified so much when he felt that he had power over even her emotional response, could make her like it even when she might not have wanted to.

He had almost gone again, but the urges had faded enough after one round that he had been able to keep himself in check. Maybe he was a bit disturbed by all of it after the fact...not as much as he probably should have been, but enough that he understood the absence of Bethany and the rather cool response Davis had towards him, not that he’d given much chance for response. He’d thought, foolishly, that that was the end of it.

Davis had come in that evening. Nox had been standing there to show contrition, try to display that he wanted to make up for it, even if his body was telling him he had nothing to be sorry for...but he’d been able to smell it before Davis had even walked in the door. And far from being relieved, the trigger had hit even harder. Before he knew it, he had knocked Davis out again...he didn’t even remember what Davis had said, his mind was locked on a single thing. It was easy for him to carry Davis, he was stronger than he looked...what had been more challenging was disrobing him, which he’d eventually done rather clumsily with a fair bit of damage to the garments. His need hadn’t been helping much.

Getting Davis tied up had been easy...while he’d been out during the days, Nox had learned how to use the restraints, how to set them up the same way they had been before, so that he could put another under his control. It hadn’t been Davis he’d intended for this...but he’d found that there was still a good deal of excitement in it. It was because he was so close and comfortable with Davis, didn’t have any fear or nerve with him at all, that it was possible.

Then he had waited...waited for Davis to rouse, so he would be aware of every moment Nox had possession of him, could use his body in this way. Could feel him, could be brought to the pinnacle of pleasure by him, and accept his seed knowing full well who it was that was doing it to him. He’d gone further with Davis, knowing that there wasn’t a time limit there, no one was there to potentially wake up and interrupt...he’d toyed with his body more, and taken him several times rather than just once.

It hadn’t been what he’d intended...but it had been glorious.

It had been a shock, several days after, when they had offered to let him join in. He certainly hadn’t expected them to accept his presence at all, much less during such a time as that...but now they understood, knew what he was going through, and were willing to try to help him through that. He certainly couldn’t have said no...well, indicated no. And without question, it had been good, he’d been able to keep himself in control and a good time was had by all, both Bethany and Davis had accepted him.

And yet...there was a way it had been lacking. He had loved the sexual contact, and it had kept him from going around the bend for sure, but he still would have liked to have the level of control and dominance that he’d had before. His craving for that wasn’t going away, even with the newfound satisfaction. But he hadn’t been planning on making an issue out of it, he was in enough control and could keep himself in check.

It hadn’t been what he’d intended...but it had happened, in subtle ways. The first time was when Davis had been planning on entering Bethany, and Nox had intercepted him, pushed him aside to take Bethany himself. He hadn’t really realized what he’d done until afterward...and more surprising than that was that neither of them had stopped it. They’d said they would stop him if he crossed a line...so did that mean that he hadn’t crossed a line to them?

In the next few sessions, he’d pushed the limits a little bit more each time. Not waiting for their cues to act, pushing them into certain positions and acts, going harder and faster than they had specified...and each time, he found them willing to comply with him. The kicker had been when he’d pulled out the bondage gear again, setting it up in position and giving them a pointed look...and they had barely hesitated before one of them had gotten into position, with expressions that suggested rather significant deference to him.

He didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this was unusual.

Despite the wonderful relief on his mind and his dick, he was worried, so he went to look into it. Maybe he’d been doing something wrong, hurting them somehow by participating in sex with them. If so, he needed to stop before he did something really bad, maybe he could find another alternative for them...his investigation took him into a place on the Internet that was heavily suffused with Poképhilia information, including a lot of discourse on how different types affected sexual intercourse. And there he had found an important bit of information:

“Caution should be used in sexual relations with Psychic and Dark types due to their potential for subtle mental alteration. The fluids of Psychic types can make many more suggestible, especially if the Psychic type has a dominant personality. This lowers resistance to mind control and manipulation, as well as increasing pleasurable response to such manipulation. Fortunately, the effect only extends to that one Psychic Pokémon, but it can lead to difficulty breaking away from them if they prove to be abusive or troublesome. Repeated exposure can create a perpetual state of mind control during sexual interaction, though this fortunately does not seem to extend to non-sexual interaction.

Similarly, Dark-types have compounds in their fluids that makes many people more sexually submissive. These are especially potent if the Dark-type has a dominant personality, and even more if it has dominant sexual attitudes. This can be especially troublesome in cases of rape by a Dark-type, as this sort of intercourse makes one extremely likely to willingly engage the Pokémon again, even despite the forced state of the previous interaction. Repeated exposure reinforces the submission to the point where a dominant Dark-type can do almost anything it wants and its partner will let them. Again, it doesn’t seem to extend far beyond sex, although it seems that it might allow for more subtle influences of other natures.

Reversal of these states is very difficult the further they go. Psychic rewriting is the only likely method of undoing it, and it can quickly be undone by subsequent exposure, especially in the case of Dark-type influence due to their natural capacity to nullify psychic effects. Thus, the best course of action is caution in engagement.”

Nox had never known about this aspect of his nature; had he known, he might have found another way to relieve himself before it had come to this. But now he knew why they had allowed him back in, and why they were giving him more and more latitude to do what he wanted.

It hadn’t been how he intended it...but damn if he didn’t find it alluring.

It matched up with what he wanted...the ability to express his dominance and control, exactly as he wished. And he couldn’t undo it now, not without great difficulty and the likelihood of failure if he ever engaged them again. And they didn’t seem to be bothered by it, either, maybe it was just his imagination talking but he could swear their moans were louder, their orgasms were longer-lasting and more potent, and they seemed more satisfied the more he took charge. Who was it hurting to let this state persist?

No, he had better ideas...ideas that worked more with making his fantasies come alive. And he was more than eager to live some of them out.

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Beth’s moans came deep and heavy, her body rocking under his furious thrusting. Nox wasn’t going light at all - he hadn’t from the start, and he had no intention of easing up. And she had no way of staving him off, with her limbs locked down as completely as the first time. His dick squelched as he rammed in, seed slurping out here and there - the remnants of his first load, still warm inside her. He hadn’t waited around for his knot to deflate, using his claws to spread her open and pop it out after he’d stopped shooting. He’d done that before during one of their more recent romps, and knew he wouldn’t hurt her with it, and it made getting back to the action a lot easier.

The female human was tied down, but her voice was loud and clear, unaffected by the usual gag. That particular piece was on Davis, who could do nothing but watch in the chair nearby the bed. Even in the dim light, the two coupling bodies were clear, as was Beth’s unmitigated euphoria. He couldn’t take his eyes away from it - literally, his head wasn’t able to move far enough to look away, and his arms were tied behind the back of the chair, his legs tied apart to the legs, no ability to move or shift. Even muffled, he was still moaning loud enough for both of them to hear...perhaps because of the vibrator strapped to his dick, trying to force him into yet another orgasm. He’d shot four times already, and was totally empty, yet there was no chance of getting relief from it until Nox decided it.

It was the most dominant high Nox had ever felt in his life. He knew what he wanted - to barge in on them just as they were about to get busy, subdue Davis and tie him down, and then get busy with Beth. She had already been tied down, willing to try to be adventurous again...something he’d been subtly coaxing to her, using his newly-recognized influence over her. He’d been waiting for the moment when the set-up was just right, reminiscent of the first encounter with her...it had the airs of the earlier rape, but he knew that this time she would have no objection.

And she didn’t. He could hear it on her voice, the wild, heavenly pleasure she was feeling, how much she wanted him, wanted to feel a second helping of his seed gush deep inside her. Had he been able to speak, he would have made her say how much she loved him inside her, how much bigger and more satisfying he was than Davis...but he was voiceless, and he wanted them to be wordless as well, there was no need for them to speak to him. Davis could hear her pleasure clearly, it didn’t need to be said how much Nox was doing for her.

He gripped the bedsheets tight, clawing through them a bit as he punched his knot back into her pussy for a second time. The woman’s blissful cry of climax had to suffice for both of them, screaming out as her body contracted in rampant pleasure, clenching down around him as he pumped more of his spunk inside her. Each throb sent another wave of warmth into her already full depths, the volume was enough to make her feel slightly bloated and distended in a way she was utterly unfamiliar with. Impossible though it was, he couldn’t help but enjoy the fantasy of making her bear his young, overpowering her birth control and the genetic divide purely on the force of his virility.

He didn’t pull out this time, letting his batter stew inside her depths until he was good and ready to pull out. The swell didn’t actually go all the way down, just receded partway, enough for him to remove himself, with a significant rush of semen following behind, enough to stain the covers with the potent scent of his essence. He loved the sight of that, knowing he was leaving his mark in a different way...maybe they could wash it out, but Nox’s sensitive nose could smell it lingering around all over the room, even overriding Davis’s scent.

Speaking of...he moved over to Davis now, leaving Beth in place on the bed for the moment. Davis was looking up at his deviously smirking face, his expression meek, submissive, just as Nox wanted it...he deftly undid the ropes holding Davis to the chair, freeing his arms and legs, undoing the gag and tossing it aside, and then guiding him onto his knees on the floor. The vibrator was still in place, keeping him achingly hard despite his emptiness.

When Davis looked back up, Nox’s cock was right in his face. The dark red shaft was soaked in both Nox and Beth’s secretions, almost dripping with them...and he did nothing more than open up and let the Zoroark push him down on it. He watched more of his cock disappear into his human partner’s mouth, pushing him beyond the usual limit as he made him taste the mingling tastes. This wasn’t the first time he’d pushed that on Davis, the first time had been spur-of-the-moment, one of the things that had started him really thinking about what was happening to the humans...but since then, he’d had Davis clean him off several times, and even Beth had done so on a couple occasions. Of course, both of them knew his taste very well by now, even by their own choice, as he knew theirs...but the mixture was something special, implanting it firmly in their brains what he was doing to them, and how much they were getting into it.

As he continued to force Davis down on him, one of his footpaws shuffled forward, between the male’s legs until they reached his balls, laying on the carpet. The buzz of the vibrator tickled against his foot, but he paid to no mind, instead shifting around until his toes were on top of the orbs, his claws resting against them and poking into the scrotum...and then he pressed down, squeezing them between the carpet and his claws, not hard enough to break but more than hard enough to register the pain. Davis let out a muffled moan and his face screwed up a bit, but he didn’t pull off, and he didn’t try to get away. Nox’s grin widened a bit; he’d been working on Davis here and there for a while, almost training him to accept the pain, even enjoy it. It was certainly paying off with his response here, allowing him to do as he wished to such a sensitive region. He had no intention of doing harm - in fact he’d practiced so much specifically to find the safe limits, damage to his human was intolerable - but the idea of holding another male’s ability to reproduce hostage like this, threaten to take them away, was such a satisfying thought process that he couldn’t help but to make it happen.

He felt Davis start to squirm a lot, his moans getting more frequent...he was having another orgasm, not a droplet left to release but the movements were signal enough. He finally let the human off of him, his cock cleaned about two-thirds of the way down apart from the human’s saliva, and released his aching nutsack from the floor. Now it was time for the final phase of his fantasy.

The vibrator came off, and Nox pushed Davis onto the bed, setting him up over Beth. Weary from the multiple climaxes already, it was clear Davis wouldn’t be able to do much...which was exactly what Nox was wanting to see. He watched with a slightly sadistic grin as Davis made a half-hearted effort to try to fuck Bethany, sliding in and out, his dick getting soaked in Zoroark seed. The grimace on Beth’s face was enjoyable enough - she wasn’t getting anything out of this, just as he wanted. And Davis was softening up, unable to maintain an erection without help now that he’d gotten so exhausted.

He started walking around the bed, and wherever Beth’s limbs were tied, he undid them and attached them to Davis instead. Her legs were freed, his were tied...then his left arm, and finally his right. He’d gone fully soft by the time he was fully bound, and Beth seemed almost anxious to get out from under him. She shifted back towards the head of the bed, keeping her legs spread, almost as if she knew what Nox was planning.

The Zoroark got up onto the bed now, eying Davis’s ass. That tight pucker was now possibly more familiar with Nox’s dick than his cock was with Beth’s pussy; of course, Nox had more chances at it lately, since they lived together and Beth lived separately. With any luck, that would change soon; he’d overheard the two discussing cohabitation, and although he wasn’t trying to push them on anything outside of sex, there was no question more access to Beth would be more fun for him.

But it wasn’t just Davis’s rear he wanted to attend to. With a bit of focus, he unleashed a burst of dark power on the human’s gonads, lighting up cock and balls with pain and pleasure. Another thing he’d practiced, finding just the right intensity to stimulate with mixed signals without doing any damage...it had gotten to the point where Davis had offered himself to him for more of the treatment, that was how good he was getting. It was even more intense than the vibrator, and was returning his erection to him despite the clear lack of interest from his body.

Nox slowly pushed himself over Davis, one hand gripping the human’s arm rather roughly, the other clutching his head. The tip of his drooling cock was pressed up against his human’s asshole...he sent a slightly stronger thrum through Davis’s cock and balls as he thrust in harshly, ramming into the hilt with a single violent stroke. Immediately he jerked out and drove in again, going as hard at Davis as he did the first time he tied him down...he was halfway tempted to try to knot-fuck the human, but wasn’t sure that would feel comfortable for him, so he contented himself with just threatening it, his knot slamming extremely hard against Davis’s tight hole.

At the same time, he started pushing Davis’s head down, grinding it against Beth’s leaking pussy. Obediently, Davis opened his mouth and started licking at her snatch, lapping up the mixture of her fluids and Zoroark seed dribbling out of her. It sent Nox’s heart racing, watching the other male...the inferior male, in his living fantasy, tasting him from within the depths of his partner. He was unable to satisfy his partner, impotent and seedless, and only responding to the touch of a superior male...and he had to watch as that superior male did it right, bred his female like she deserved, gave her the pleasure and seed her body craved, and then submit to him like a proper omega bitch.

It was even more fun to act out than imagine, and the two humans were playing their parts perfectly. He wondered how deep they were into their roles - were they just pretending, or did they really feel like they were living it out? He knew he had influence, but he didn’t know how potent it was, how deep it would sink into their minds when he wanted it...perhaps they were purely puppets, responding only to his whim, or maybe they were truly feeling their parts...and perhaps, even enjoying the fantasy in their own right. He hoped so, as much fun as it was to be in his role, it probably would have killed the mood a bit to find out that they hated it. It was a mystery to him...even if he did allow them to talk, he couldn’t know how much of it was his wanting them to like it and how much was their own minds speaking.

His cock throbbed with need as he pounded ever harder into Davis, trying to break his ass open with the thickness of his knot. The need to tie was driving him insane, his control of himself slipping as he fucked with wild abandon. His stimulation on the human’s gonads intensified, nearing the safe limit he’d set on himself, and it wasn’t clear that he’d be able to keep himself below that. He ground Davis’s face more forcefully into Beth, trying to push him deeper inside her and make him lick more intensely and struggle a bit against his grip - utterly futile, working him up further. The pressure was building almost to a point of intelorability…

And then finally he felt that critical give under his pressure, the opening of Davis’s passage to accept his knot inside, tying to him and allowing him blessed release. His cock spurted forth its third load of the evening, saturating Davis’s bowels with the same spunk he was currently lapping out of his girlfriend. His body rubbed against Davis’s, fur scratching at his back and he ramped up his stimulation to the limit...a quick few seconds was all it took for the human to shudder and clench around him, forced into one more dry orgasm that seemed to drain him of what little vigor he had left. He slumped down in his bonds underneath Nox, completely and utterly spent in every possible way, only able to moan quietly as he was filled to the brim with thick, musky seed.

Nox didn’t stop at filling him, though. With a smirk, he gripped the human’s hips hard and yanked, roughly pulling his knot out and unloading the rest of his offering onto Davis’s back, smearing his skin with his potent scent. The stretched, gaping hole was a satisfying thing for him to behold, as was the sight of his cum on the human...none of it would linger, at least obviously, but he could smell himself on Davis almost constantly now, and his scent was starting to rub off on Beth as well. Nothing they would ever detect, but other Pokémon would...and they would know that they had been claimed, and to stay away.

Finally Nox rolled off of Davis entirely, leaving him laying on the bed to recover. He’d never felt so satisfied in his life...this sated urges much deeper than simple lust, finally giving him the true relief he’d been seeking for so long. Next time he’d go easier, less controlling, something more along the usual lines of what they did...he’d wait for a while before doing this again, let the urges build back up until they clawed at him, demanding to be unleashed, and perhaps in the meantime he’d think up some other creative twists. With any luck, the opportunities would be endless.

His eyes traveled over to Beth…she was fingering herself looking at him, still flushed. Davis hadn’t gotten her off from his oral treatment...a devilish smirk appeared on his face once more. Certainly he had one more in him, it wouldn’t do to leave a female in need. He returned to the bed and sidled behind Beth, then wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her up and dropping her on his shaft, plunging her down fully. This position wouldn’t be as fast or rough as the last two times...but it would provide a perfect line of sight for Davis to his cock in her cunt. Indeed, he was already looking, almost enthralled by the view...maybe he really was into this for real. Well, he’d get plenty more opportunities to enjoy it, and everything that came with it.

It hadn’t been what he intended. But it was working out just right.