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This story was written for Miles4. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and psychically enhanced femdom involving a human and a pokemon. :3

[center][b][u]A Trainer and his Queen[/u][/b][/center]

Oliver did not speak as the battle began. He simply smiled and knelt down beside his most cherished pokemon companion, indeed the only pokemon companion he had ever known. Gently, for just a moment he rested his forehead against Espeon's own, then smiled as he pulled back, watching as with serene grace the pokemon turned and slowly padded out onto the field where their latest battle was to take place.

"Go, Blastoise!"

The other trainer looked so confident. An older woman; experienced, proudly showing off her collection of over thirty gym badges to anyone who tried to challenge her. She had earned those badges, no doubt. She was a skilled trainer without question. But, that didn't matter. Skill, natural ability, powerful pokemon... all of it fell away in comparison to Espeon.

"Blastoise, use hydro... w-wha..."

Espeon blinked. Not moving, not flinching as the water pokemon's cannons emerged from its shell and locked upon her, just blinking her deep green eyes as they stared out across the field, and letting the Blastoise and its trainer do all the reacting as the huge water pokemon suddenly grunted in confusion, and began to rise up off the ground.

"Rapid spin, Blastoise! Break free!"

The trainer cried out, but it was hopeless. Espeon's telekinetic power had Blastoise totally immobile, not a single cell of its body left under its own command. He floated higher, and higher, and higher, until he was at least twenty metres off the ground, then thirty, forty, [i]fifty[/i] metres high, and then...

Espeon blinked again, not even looking up, still staring directly at the trainer who had been cruel enough to put her pokemon up against [i]her[/i] power, and dropped Blastoise.

"No!!"

The trainer screamed, and to her credit, albeit stupidly, she lunged forward as though trying to break her vastly larger, heavier pokemon's fall with her own body.

Espeon blinked again, and with about fifty centimetres of its fall left to go, Blastoise froze once more before it could flatten its trainer upon landing.

Only then did Oliver speak, stepping forward and asking the question that Espeon had placed in his mind to be asked with calm simplicty.

"Do you forfeit?"

The other trainer's eyes bulged as Blastoise was returned to a standing position, but still frozen with a rippling pinkish outline of psychic energy restraining him without any visible effort on Espeon's part. She looked back and forth at her helpless pokemon, and then at the Espeon responsible for rendering him so utterly powerless, before nodding as she scrambled to her knees from where she had fallen prone upon the grass.

"I... I forfeit, please."

Immediately, Espeon's psychic hold on the water type faded. The pokemon stretched her two forelegs out in front of her, bowing respectfully to the Blastoise more than its trainer in thanks for the match. Then she turned on her heels, and as she walked proudly back towards Oliver began to telepathically address him.

"[i]I know that custom says when eyes meet a challenge should be accepted, but you really should stop accepting battle invitations from random trainers we meet on the road. I feel terrible having to scare or even hurt their poor pokemon just because their trainers are too foolish to recognise that they have no chance of victo...[/i]"

Before that thought could conclude its appearance in Oliver's mind though, several other things happened in the real world which distracted Espeon. She heard a bellowing cry from behind her, a cry of anger and humiliation. Then she heard another cry, a human voice.

"Blastoise, no!!"

And finally, she heard Oliver cry out. In horror, in anguished sorrow as suddenly he was moving, flinging himself forward. Grabbing her roughly and turning so that he was behind her, clutching her to him like he was a human shield. Espeon closed her eyes, and looked through his. She saw a vast gout of water lancing towards them; formerly towards her, now her trainer, with the Blastoise at its far end. The Blastoise who apparently wasn't willing to accept his trainer's forfeit, and was trying to attack his former opponent while her back was turned.

In a split-second, Espeon erected a force-field which the water hit and bounced off of like rain upon glass mere inches away from Oliver's wide-eyed face, through which his pokemon was still calmly observing the scene. A moment later, the Blastoise' own eyes widened. He wasn't overcome by telekinesis this time. This wasn't for show, and Espeon had no interest in theatrics. She targeted the water type's brain with a focused psychic assault, and for just a moment, she unleashed her full power into the Blastoise's mind. To let him know precisely why his trainer had been smart to call for a forfeit, and why he was a fool not just for disobeying his trainer, but for choosing to do so against this opponent, of all opponents.

The Blastoise slumped over, unconscious, barely a moment later. The psychic shield around Espeon and Oliver dissipated, and the cries of the other trainer, a mixture of frantic apologies and sorrowful moaning at her own disobedient pokemon, filled the air.

"[i]Can we go, please? I would like for us to be alone.[/i]"

Espeon asked. She didn't command, but quite simply because she never needed to. Oliver knew that she knew vastly more in any given situation than he ever could, and he was smart enough, far smarter than most humans, to know that arrogantly assuming his species gave him the right to be in charge was a dire error.

They left without another word, or so much as a glance back at the still apologising, now weeping pokemon trainer. She had enough to deal with; a pokemon to heal and then to discipline and re-train from a pretty fundamental level thanks to its disobedience, without having to drive herself crazy with guilt trying to appease those whom Blastoise had seemed to put in danger. But, more importantly than that, Espeon had something that she needed to do, and while it was something that she could have done anywhere, she knew that Oliver would be most appreciative if she waited until they were alone together.

For a good half an hour they walked, back the way they'd come, until they reached where the route they'd been travelling on all week intersected a lush patch of woodland. For another thirty minutes or so, Espeon leading the way all the while, they walked into the woods themselves, far enough away from the roads to ensure that they wouldn't be disturbed. Only then did Espeon stop walking as they found a small clearing with a little creek running through its centre. She looked around, nodded in acceptance, then turned towards Oliver as he was already beginning to pull off his pack and get ready to set up camp for them for the day and the night ahead.

Before he could do more than pull off his bags and begin to root around within his main pack for his firelighting implements and their camp cookware though, the human felt something. Sure enough he looked down just in time to see a faint glow of telekinetic energy ripple into being around his waist, and his belt beginning to unbuckle itself. With his tanned skin getting rapidly more flushed, Oliver raised his head to regard Espeon, who just sat a short distance away piercing him with her beautiful green eyes, as her telepathic voice whispered like silk within every fibre of his being.

"[i]You placed yourself in harm's way for me. It was foolish, unnecessary. And yet... the instinct to do so, the fear of seeing me hurt, the love I felt blaze within you as you sought to protect me no matter the cost... such selflessness deserves a reward.[/i]"

There were so many things that Oliver could have said to Espeon in that moment. He could have acted modest and told her it was nothing. He could have been benevolent and told her that his loving actions required no reward. He could have spoken with heartfelt joy and told her that he would sooner feel pain himself for a lifetime than make her face it for a moment. But, the great thing about having a psychic pokemon of Espeon's phenomenal ability as his partner was that Oliver didn't need to say any of it, because Espeon already knew it, and he knew that she knew it. Ever since she had first evolved, and since those first faltering words that Espeon had projected into his mind just days later...

'[i]I want... to be... the very best...[/i]'

...his mind had been an open book to her. Willingly he had laid himself bare. Every intrusive thought, every anxiety, every fantasy, every passing interest and deep, all consuming passion all Espeon's to peruse and understand every bit as deeply as Oliver's own mind understood it.

She had learned that he really did understand her. That even as an Eevee he had seen within her the absolute determination of a pokemon that would not accept anything less than perfection from herself. That even then, he had acknowledged that she far outmatched him in terms of raw talent, and that rather than her helping him to achieve greatness as a pokemon trainer, it was down to him to help [i]her[/i] achieve greatness as a pokemon. And before long, as her psychic power grew and grew; while she became not only more talented and powerful, but as they spent more weeks, then months, and finally years travelling together, Oliver became her trainer in name only. Espeon taught him and protected him far more than the other way around, and she found something new forming in his mind that he did not want to be hidden from its first flickering inception.

A growing desire. An urge that was taboo, that was the shameful secret of so... [i]so[/i] many pokemon trainer's minds into which Espeon had peered. But, there was nothing shameful, nothing which made Oliver embarrassed about how he had come to feel about Espeon. And from the first time she had asked him about those thoughts which crossed his mind idly during mornings in camp, or when she was showing off her skills in battle or just in the course of a day, or indeed when he slipped away in the evenings to a restroom or a quiet spot wherever they were camping to masturbate, Oliver had of course been honest with her. What was the point in lying after all, knowing full well that even if he'd tried, she'd know it anyway.

"I love you, Espeon. My... my Queen."

Those were the words he had spoken to her the very first time she acknowledged and confronted his sexual desire for her. And now, as she sought to reward him in the manner she knew would be most pleasing not just for Oliver but for both of them, those same words echoed in her mind from his. His heart raced, his cock began to swell as Espeon telekinetically teased his belt undone, his cargo pants open, and his underwear down to his knees. Oliver leaned back on his hands and allowed Espeon to strip him bare from the waist down without delay, and as he did so his love and reverent awe for the pokemon that he was proud to serve washed over Espeon in joyous, giddy waves of pure emotion.

"[i]Tell me what you desire, Oliver. Show me.[/i]"

She asked, and without hesitation, he answered. Oliver closed his eyes, and just as Espeon had taught him he focused his thoughts, channelled his intention into one single image which he pushed to the forefront of his mind for his beloved pokemon to see. The image was him lying back upon the forest floor, with Espeon's crotch straddling his face and his hands clasping her hindquarters to hold her in place as he ate her out. His cock was twitching, and surrounded by a glow of constant telekinetic force, psychic stimulation pleasuring him as he much more physically, manually handled his Queen's side of things.

Espeon purred loudly, and her tails swept from side to side, raised high as her nether regions began to heat up, and to dampen more swiftly than they already had been during their walk here. After all, she had known from the moment Oliver leapt forward to save her that their next meaningful action together would be one of love and of pleasure.

"[i]This is your reward, Oliver. If you wish to be selfish, to ask for your own pleasure to come first...[/i]"

Her thought trailed off, and the pokemon's eyes twinkled with delight as she giggled softly, audibly, while a powerful wave of thought and emotion from Oliver washed over her. She nodded, and began to pad closer to him as she removed the rest of his clothes with the same careless, psychic ease that she did literally everything, bending matter to her whim not through sheer force of will, but the subtlest of tweaks to reality itself within her mind, which were then simply broadcast out into the material world.

His response to her offering of something more for [i]him[/i] had been simple, and though she always gave him the opportunity to state his wishes more actively within his head, she had of course known what he was thinking all along. Some lovers talked a big game about their selflessness, and their desire to see their partners happy. But never in her life, never in all her days being able to reach into the minds all around her, had Espeon ever met someone for whom that was as true as it was for Oliver. Right now, he [b]was[/b] being selfish. He was thinking of his own pleasure, his own desires. There was nothing he loved more than hearing and feeling Espeon cumming because of his actions, except perhaps feeling it very specifically occurring while she was straddling his face, until her ejaculatory juices were streaming down his cheeks like little... or if he was lucky, not so little, lustful rivers.

And since that was what he truly wanted, to be pressed into service bringing his companion pokemon, his psychic marvel, his beloved Queen Espeon the most intense and abundant pleasure that she could handle, Espeon responded with benevolence. With kindness. With absolute adoration. In short, she used her telekinetic powers to press Oliver flat upon his back down on the ground, leaving him spread eagled as a glow of psychic energy locked his wrists and ankles in place and another band of glowing energy formed around his erection like a ghostly hand. She pinned him down, and strode over to him. She swung her left rear leg up and over his head, mounting him while facing down the length of his body so that she could regard his already twitching erection, and after hearing Oliver groan in awe and feeling his mind flooding itself with all it had ever learned and had been taught about eating Espeon pussy, she simply lowered her hips and pressed her already glistening depths down over the human's mouth.

"Oh god... ooohhgod..."

As pleasure began to rush through Espeon's body, as Oliver hurriedly began to bury his tongue in her pussy and suckle on her surprisingly large clit and generally do everything in his power to make her most intimate regions gush across his face in the most swift and volatile manner possible, the human's moans rang out muffled from between her thighs. She knew of course that his calls to a deity were just an expression, a faint praise to the heavenly nature of pleasure but spoken more of habit than of a purposeful intent to use the language in that manner. But at the same time, she enjoyed that they were spoken because of her. There were times when his thoughts of her were more like a humble worshipper kneeling in awe before a deity than simply a Queen. Times when she felt him watching her as she battled or performed some other action which for a less powerful psychic type, or someone without such abilities at all would no doubt seem impossible. Activities which of course she would perform in less than the blink of an eye.

Was she a goddess to him, more than a Queen? Perhaps. But, no matter the title, his devotion was the same. He would have eaten her out to the best of his ability whether or not she was telekinetically stimulating his cock at the same time. He would have fought with every ounce of skill and passion he possessed to make her scream and cum and squirt for him even if she had promised him that she would shut down the pleasure receptors in his head and deny him even the slightest satisfaction for doing so. And that was not only precisely why Espeon would never do such a thing, because she knew it to be entirely unnecessary, but also why even thought Espeon knew she could have earned the love, the devotion and the erotic attentions of hundreds of trainers and professors and breeders, not to mention countless other pokemon over the years, she had retained Oliver alone as her confidante. Her partner, her [i]trainer[/i], and of course, her cherished lover.

She loved Oliver so dearly because he did not desire and love her either because of her power, or in spite of it. He loved her, he longed for her regardless of it, and would still have lain down here and let her straddle his face, ride his tongue to orgasm even if she woke up tomorrow with not a shred of her power remaining. And yet, both she and the human himself were still ever so glad that she [i]did[/i] possess those powers. Not just because it let them communicate in a way that few pokemon and their trainers could no matter the closeness of their bond, but because when it came to moments like this, moments of pleasure and passion shared between them, it let them go so, [i]so[/i] far beyond what other lovers would be able to share.

"[i]Please don't make me stop... please don't make me stop... please don't make me stop...[/i]"

As Oliver slurped and tongued Espeon towards orgasm, hearing the pokemon straddling him beginning to pant and whimper as she stared hungrily down at the human's straining cock, dribbling pre-cum as her psychic energy sent waves of pleasurable stimulation crashing over it without the slightest physical contact, his own mind repeated that same plea over and over again. It was obsessive. Frenzied in its repetitions. And of course it was uttered so sincerely, so instinctively, not with any intent for Espeon to hear it and acknowledge it. Quite simply, it existed within his mind because it was Oliver's deepest wish that not only would he make Espeon cum against his face, but he'd get to do so [i]again[/i] immediately afterwards.

The pokemon yowled, she shrieked and shuddered as her back arched, her tails whipped out and her toes curled in pure ecstasy. Her pussy convulsed as Oliver hungrily feasted on her aching and bulbous clitoris, and as Espeon wailed to the skies of the forest clearing in orgasm, she felt and heard the hot, wet splashing of her juices soaking Oliver's face. It was so good, so [i]much[/i] that for an instant Espeon was almost overwhelmed by the rush of pure emotional euphoria that came crashing through the human's mind, never mind her own physical pleasure.

Of course, he didn't stop, and she didn't make him.

He ate her harder, hungrier still despite his mouth being so slick it was hard for Espeon to remain perched upon it without slipping somewhat against his smooth skinned cheeks and chin. With her eyes closed, Espeon trembled as the human so deeply devoted to her let his mind start to wander a little under the thrall of his own pleasure, and she grunted in bliss as his mind, thus hers too as it watched on, was filled with memories of their past actions together.

The two of them bundled up in a sleeping bag together on a cold winter's night, three of his fingers inside her as they cuddled face to face, and her eyes peering deep into his as she directly stimulated the pleasure centres of his brain and convinced his cock that he was fucking her with every stroke of his fingers. Them lying side by side in the dorm space of a pokemon centre, secretly teasing one another with shared fantasies of what they wanted to do to one another until late at night, long after lights out, Espeon could take it no longer. Scrambling silently up onto the bed, her mind reaching out to all the others in the room and ensuring that they were all asleep as she slowly, quietly rode Oliver's cock. Espeon shrieking and clawing at his back as they made rough, wild love in a field of wildflowers, the pokemon on her back and urging her human companion to fuck her harder, rougher, to pound her senseless as he lay over her and did exactly that.

Twice more Espeon wailed, shrieked and gurgled her way through climax before Oliver's fantasies became less about fuelling his desire to pleasure her, and though no less about all the times he'd made Espeon cum began instead to focus on times when he'd been cumming [i]with[/i] her. He still kept on eating, licking and slurping at her soaking wet pussy with equal vigour, and Espeon knew he would have worked her to as many more orgasms as she could have handled had she not said or done anything to suggest that she too desired something more. But, when Espeon wanted more she never held that fact back from Oliver. Thus, he cried out joyously from between her quaking thighs as not only did the pleasure surging through his cock intensify, but he felt something which unmistakably let him know that something wonderful was about to happen. He felt the ground pulling away beneath him, and moaned blissfully up into the pokemon's dripping pussy as with his body still spread eagled, held in effortless psychic bondage by Espeon's powerful mind, both he and the psychic type began to levitate off the ground and to float a good ten feet or so up into warm afternoon air.

"My Queen..."

A single pleading moan escaped Oliver as with grace and beauty to every motion of her lithe form, Espeon slipped away from him and floated up to loom over him, green eyes and the red gem in the centre of her forehead glowing even more brightly than the shimmer of pink psychic energy that was surrounding her entire body to hold it aloft. They didn't remain separate though, for soon enough Oliver found himself able to move his limbs at last. He had no control over his overall motion, he couldn't [i]swim[/i] or in any way propel himself through the air, but the way Espeon's psychic energy appeared to be holding him aloft allowed his body to move within that space with almost no effort. Thus he reached his arms out, beckoning pleadingly to his beloved Queen, and sure enough she floated back to him. She trembled as his strong, smooth skinned body embraced her fluffy form, but even then refused to surrender the slightest control as she settled against him. Espeon stared deep into her human lover's eyes, and growled as her crotch rocked teasingly, lustfully against the tip of his desperately straining erection at long last.

"[i]You want me...[/i]"

It wasn't a command, nor a question. It was a simple statement of fact, and one which Oliver groaned in desperate agreement with as he nodded his head.

"[i]You need me.[/i]"

Espeon continued, giggling as the pokemon trainer shuddered in delight and whispered feverishly to her.

"Always, my Queen. Always."

Oliver's hands fell upon Espeon's hindquarters, and his eyes bulged. A strangled cry escaped him as her pussy swallowed up just the very head of his cock within its hot, wet, tight interior. Instinctively his hips tried to thrust, but that part of his body was suddenly utterly immobile once again, helpless to move as it floated in the air. He shuddered, his toes curled, he writhed and cried out ever more desperately as with a tender growl Espeon pulled herself off his cock, then slid down around just its tip again, then drew back anew. She repeated that motion five or six times in succession before an almighty wailing plea for relief escaped Oliver, though even then he could not bring himself to have his desires be truly selfish.

"Please! [b]Please![/b] Espeon... cum. Oh god. Ride me. Fuck me... please, just... oohh god, please cum with me."

He barely had time to catch his breath after that before Espeon gave her human companion exactly what he wanted. Once again, his body was suddenly entirely his own to command, but before Oliver's lustful instincts could kick in and he could even think about thrusting his hips forward, Espeon sank hungrily down around him. Their mutual cry echoed out across the clearing and far beyond, but regardless of who heard, be they human or pokemon or something else entirely, that cry was only the beginning. Still suspended in the air, Espeon almost sitting in Oliver's lap were it not for the fact that they were both hanging some ten feet above the grass, the pair began to buck and thrust urgently against one another. They convulsed, they wailed, and without any further restraint the pair start fucking with wild, frenetic savagery.

"[i]Yes! Yes! Ooohhhfuck! Fuckyesssss, a-aahhhhh... Oliver! Harder! Deeper! Yesssssssss![/i]"

As her feral shrieks and yowling cries echoed all around them audibly, the closest possible approximations of those same blissful sounds rang out as words in Oliver's head. Floating in the air thanks to Espeon's phenomenal psychic power, Oliver humped almost effortlessly upward, striking hard and deep into Espeon without hesitation, knowing that was precisely how she loved it. In return he felt her forelimbs clawing at his sides and the backs of his shoulders, while her hindpaws dug into his thighs. Of course, as soon as blood was drawn her psychic energy healed the wounds instantly. Thus without consequence the slight pain of those actions became just another exquisitely intense sensation added to the myriad other pleasures provoked by Espeon's riding of his cock.

They fucked wildly, rolling over, spinning end over end in the air, Oliver dizzy and disoriented by the wild motion as he always was, but far too excited, far too lost in the throes of pleasure and his adoration for his Queen to possibly try and slow or steady himself. Despite the rest of his body defying gravity under the thrall of Espeon's psychic abilities, Oliver grunted as his balls slapped heavily against Espeon over and over again with every thrust he delivered. Through his intense pleasure he fought to keep his own eyes open so that he could stare into the pokemon's beautiful, bliss-stricken face and watch as their lust consumed her, driving her to ever more wild heights.

"[i]By Arceus, yes!! Oh! Ohhh fuck, cumming... I... Oliver, don't stop!! Don't fucking stop! Yes! [b]Yes! I'm cumming![/b][/i]"

All around the clearing, rocks began to levitate. The creek itself meandering through the grassy glade found itself lifting from its bed, the water glimmering in the air as though contained in an invisible pipe while Espeon briefly lost full control over her powers, consumed by the ecstasy of her latest orgasm with Oliver buried deep inside her to such a degree that there was no mental capacity left to fully regulate her incredible psychic abilities. Leaves swirled up out of the forest, some stripped from nearby trees and others from the ground, and whirled around them in an unseen vortex of Espeon's overflowing psychic and orgasmic energy. Glistening liquids poured out from between them as the pokemon squirted violently, and they too were whipped up into the air, shining like a thousand little prisms as they caught the sunlight beaming down upon the passionate scene.

Needless to say, it didn't take long after Espeon herself lost control for the man who adored and worshipped her so dearly to surrender himself, so that he might share his ecstasy with hers. Even then though Oliver did not merely do as Espeon had begged. He didn't just keep going, but somehow found a new gear into which to throw himself. He fucked her as hard as he had [i]ever[/i] fucked the incredible pokemon he served with such pride, and didn't just feel his own orgasm rocketing towards him at overwhelming speed, but saw, and felt within Espeon something building that required no psychic power whatsoever to detect.

The pokemon's translated screams trailed off even as her primal vocalisations grew even louder and more wild. She mewled and shrieked and snarled at the top of her lungs as Oliver just kept on going while she feverishly humped back at him in return, and even as she heard Oliver starting to cry out to her while his mind filled with the imminent, desperate anticipation of a man who was about to cum no matter what, she felt her own pussy clamp urgently down around him once again. Fresh, savage ecstasy crashed through her body with the advent of yet another orgasm, and in that instant she felt the first hot ribbon of Oliver's cum streak forth and begin painting the insides of her clutching, squirting, burning hot depths.

"My Queen!!"

Oliver screamed as he unloaded deep into the creature who had his heart, his soul, every fibre of his being at her service; joyously given for as long as she would have him.

"[i]My Oliver![/i]"

The pokemon screamed in a giddy telepathic squeal right back at him, snarling and mewling and huffing as he filled her with spurt after spurt of hot cum, while she drenched his loins with her own liquid desires.

They writhed, they clutched, and they pushed one another to their absolute limits before finally, [i]finally[/i] their bucking and humping and shuddering ceased. Beyond that, they simply clung to one another. Panting, whimpering and dripping they continued to hang in mid air with practically every object in the clearing that hadn't been rooted into the earth to begin with now swirling around them in a vast psionic vortex. Even then though, as the human male tilted his head to one side, and shared a breathless but giddy, ever so sloppy kiss with the pokemon wrapped up in his arms, they both knew this wasn't it. They both knew they weren't yet done.

After all, Espeon's powers went far, far beyond just a little telekinetic levitation, some bondage and some telepathy. She was, to Oliver's mind at least, practically a Goddess amongst pokemon if not amongst all beings. Legendary in her own right, though the world did not yet know it on as grand a scale as they perhaps shoould have. Her degree of psychic control wasn't just enough to strike down practically any opponent and shield herself from practically any attack. It went so, [i]so[/i] far beyond that... though, to Oliver's delight, she seemed all too content just to use those more potent powers upon him, and him alone.

"Ohhhh, my Queen..."

Oliver gasped as Espeon brought her forehead to rest against his. She licked his face affectionately, and purred as their eyes opened simultaneously, yet saw into one another far beyond just what lay immediately visible.

"Yes... ohh, yes... Espeon. Please, let me... [i]ah[/i]... let me give you more..."

The human moaned as he felt Espeon's power reaching into his mind, and exerting precise control over the neurons of his brain in much the same was as earlier on she had manipulated the cells within his cock to produce contactless, pure psychic pleasure.

He felt his cock twitch as her mind told his that he wasn't too sensitive any more, and in an instant, he wasn't.

He felt his balls ache with desire as her mind told his that he was ready to cum again, and in an instant, he was.

And then, he heard six words. A hungry, almost guttural plea echoed in his mind, and in an instant his hips were in motion once again as Espeon clung to his trembling, floating body, and began to buck against him anew.

"[i]Again, Oliver![/i]"

Espeon's eyes rolled back, she snarled in ecstasy, and she urged her lover's body immediately back to peak receptivity so that he could keep up with her vastly more substantial needs. So that he could do what he wanted so badly to do, and serve his Queen, his Goddess to her infinite satisfaction.

"[i]Fuck me again! [b]Harder![/b][/i]"

By Jeeves

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