TFA!-The Second Round: Finding Your Fate Filled With Promiscuity
Story by Account Discontinued on SoFurry
I would like to be able to write please.
Carlos would never imagine who he was in bed with right now. In fact, with each passing second his pacing heart only grew more and more rushed as he stared back into those amber eyes.
How did he get in bed naked with Arceus?
It's a simple start really. He was your average Joe, working 9-5 jobs bi-monthly before he got fired for something he didn't do or being too late too many times to be swept under the proverbial rug. It's not that it was entirely his fault for the latter, as he's told all of his bosses that he was a very strong narcoleptic and getting through the day to get to work was like trying to fight a motherly Machamp with no boxing gloves. In other words, he just couldn't beat out his condition and yet his employers took it as an excuse to skip out on days and gave him his pink slip to leave with.
It was truly a shame.
And it was on one of those days where he got a very fumed call from one of those bosses of his who seemed none too fond that he called out early to not get locked in the mall he worked at. Working a cash register for a malasada shop where the cook made the stalest doughnuts possible would drain one's efforts for trying to make a living when people don't even want to bother with buying anything. The chef always whined that people never appreciated their cooking, but their stubbornness was so strong that not even Carlos' boss could break through it. And yet _he-_the 5'7" wonder boy of sleep periods-is on watch because he missed some clocks.
A walk to clear his head had him running into a guy he never saw before out on the road, falling to the ground as it felt like he hit a brick wall. The stranger didn't move but offered a hand to help Carlos off his ass. Oh well, not like he was wearing anything special-just khakis and a white tee.
"Pardon me sir, I was not aware that I was in your way. My apologies." That voice, which by then sounded like the textbook definition of classy yet pompous, had enchanted Carlos immediately, spawning curiosity within his brain and making him slow his roll. The second he had been helped up he was gonna walk on but the stranger seemed to have...reeled him in. Wasn't a bad-looking guy either; built and tall like a giant and looking like he went to the gym three times a day but worked just as hard as someone who only went once a day.
"Uh...no problem, big guy. Just try not to break my nose next time-think your chest might be a _little _too solid."
"I feel that may be a winded exaggeration, as compared to those who share a similar build or bigger than such I am a lot more plush to the sensation." Wordy fella, wasn't he? By then, Carlos just took him as a wanderlusting soul who was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't give a damn about wherever he ended up at. Must be trying to hide from burglars or something.
"What exactly brings you to the suburbs? Trying to look for your house?" Carlos was right to assume the man before him was young-looking but actually elderly if his grayish hair meant anything to him.
"I was attempting to find a solution to a mundane yet strenuous problem that irks the very core of my mind. Perhaps..." The strange man trailed off, making eye contact with a confused Carlos before he felt what he thought was a pebble having been flung at him from down the street before he saw no prepubescent culprit to cause such a thing yet still rubbing his head to soothe it away. "Hmmm..."
"Well uh...you have fun looking for...answers or whatever. I'm gonna head home. Later...uh, big guy?" Carlos waved back, awkwardly though, and made to depart from the encounter with only a slightly less miffed attitude when he first came out here to breathe in fresh-ish air from the outside world. But he came to have his trek halted by a strong hand gripping his shoulder and leaving a sudden sense of pressure to well in his gut.
Waaaay too many red flags jumped up at once when he felt the stranger hold him still with relative ease.
"Leaving so soon? It would seem more customary that, given the situation of how we met without requiring the insertion of a motive to seek one for a certain appeal to tolerate from the other, we at least disclose names so that with time we will still know each other well enough to not be completely absent-minded of our lives."
"...Sheesh, cool it with the fancy words please. No one around here talks like that-you sound like my college professor." It's true. Every vibe that was left on the lad by that old hippie Mr. Arlington was resonating from the stranger's energy with every smart word he decided to use on him.
"Fair enough. But please, let us know each other by identity at the least."
"Fine, fine. I'm Carlos. Happy now?"
The young man had expected a happy response to him giving away the only thing he'd have to himself before this stranger went ahead and kidnapped him out of the blue with some chloroform and an intimate cloth but he was not suddenly forced down against his will to get assaulted in such a manner. In fact, at the reveal of his name to the stranger, he paused and made eye contact again. Carlos swore there was a bit of red tinting those black irises but the longer he looked the less clear it got for him.
"...Call me ." That was a rather far fetched name, and no that was not a pun. Stop staring at the leek-carrying bird that flew over Carlos' head to a nearby electrical line to try and assert how much of a bad pun that was.
Anyway, the strange man known as Amolkd-
Amnolda-
Akalnk-ok you know what, he's just A now.
A was gone and he made sure to get a move on too, still trying to wrap his head around what just happened. In this day and age, meeting a complete stranger you bump into that only asks for your name and talks like he taught world history like he religiously read the textbooks he assigned to his students was like telling that pervert you used to ignore when you were an ignorant kid which window belonged to your bedroom. It was out of place, stupid and surely guaranteed a robbery. Yet Carlos seemed so open to tell someone he just met his first name without much of a second thought and left it at that. Was A a psychic? He had yet to know.
Otherwise, home sweet home came around and bed time seemed to snap into play after he sat down on his couch. Carlos was out like a light and he'd stay that way for the rest of the night. But his dreams were plagued by a visual he had yet to understand. Eyes as red as a ruby surrounded in emerald that looked as if they could read into his entire lifeline from the very beginning.
The next day was where things started getting more... intimate. The man was at his door after he finished jogging, asking if he had come across a stone that resembled a flower in design. Seemingly nothing, Carlos had tried to find a way to show that he was not interested but one look towards those eyes had him...out of it. It sure didn't help that having expended his energy by running around several blocks and back again left him vulnerable for sleeping against his will-it sucked suddenly dropping to a snore with the door open too.
A seemed to be more of the caring type at the time because Carlos snapped awake in the man's arms. Like seriously, he felt like he had been carted off from a wedding and he was the bride. His grogginess state left him to grow flustered in the strange man's grasp, only to find himself get even hotter in the face as he was pressed between those rather plush pecs of A's.
"There there," the man had said, rubbing into Carlos' back and making him relax, "I only wish for you to find peace. It would be a shame to take advantage of your debilitating case and lose our bond. I would fight to keep this house in one piece if need be."
Okay, that's enough cheesy soap opera junk. Carlos gagged on whatever comment had threatened to come out of his throat as boot-licking words and shook his way out of A's grasp. "Listen pal, I don't know what you're deal is. We only just met yesterday and you're acting like we went on a first date already."
"Is this not how we commence a date? Affection is not to starting point?" ...Is this guy for real? Was he lost in the head to where he thought old tricks worked on people today?
"Uh, no? You talk to them first-"
"We did have a chat. Yesterday evening and right now."
"Lemme finish..." A held his tongue for now, so Carlos continued. "...okay, after you talk the first time, you talk even more. Get to know each other, see what interests you both share. Cheesy stuff like that. If you like enough things to talk with each other for hours, then you hit it off enough for a date. _This _is far from a first date of any kind."
"Technically," A went on, "this is the first date of which we meet rather than an encounter that happened by raw chance. So by that standing, this _is _a first date. I just have yet to present you with the opportunity to provide the full picture as you lay here being smitten by your medical condition."
Carlos was skeptical. He's gone through most of his life with only his parents and next door neighbors' kids for companionship and once he was old enough to be on his own, he unfortunately stayed on his own. Some of his own foolishness, others by sheer unluck striking his chances at having someone around so he didn't turn into a hermit. But even though A was offering, it was just so sudden to offer company-especially considering he had passed out on the big guy. "I didn't tell you that it was a medical condition..."
"Come now, Carlos. No one is daft enough to not recognize the signs of narcolepsy. In fact, I have high hopes that by tonight it will be a thing of the past."
...Carlos couldn't help but laugh. Loudly even. He's tried for the past couple of years to get over it. Trying to adjust his sleep schedule, limiting his all-nighters and finding comfy spaces to take naps on so his urge to sleep didn't just come when it wanted to. But no matter what he did, there was something to make him drift off from his goal or something to keep in mind while he was trying to fix himself so he was doomed to live with it forever. "Yeah, maybe in my dreams but definitely not here. That'll be the day-hell a damn miracle."
"A miracle, you say? Tell you what. I require an hour to prepare our first date-"
"This still doesn't cou-"
"-And I need you to go pick out something to wear and to go out to this salesman for a corsage." A handed Carlos a slip of paper before letting the small lad go and heading to the door. He bowed in respect and made no sudden moves as Carlos went up the stairs that stood before him. What even could he wear out to the...Carlos remembered that A gave him a location to go to and looked it over.
In golden embroidered letters, it read:
Aren Cello Uswin
Professional Florist
Located at 493 Myths Ave.
There's that red flag. Myths Avenue? Aren Cello Uswin? A florist? Either this was a bigger joke than Carlos' life or the city was slowly losing its mind from all the uneventful messes going on these days. Besides a rainstorm that blew a lot of trees down some months back, this city was relatively tame in terms of interesting landmarks and whatnot. Nonetheless, Carlos unlocked his phone to check if this location was legit to search. And to the lad's surprise, there it was. Even had a picture that looked weathered enough to pass off as forgotten yet present. There wasn't even a name for it, just a shop loaded with flowers of different species and assorted colors to make one think you had a rainbow bouquet to buy from there.
This was all just so strange...A was up to something, that much was certain. And he was fairly certain that this place did not exist up until this scenario. But for now, Carlos played along. If he was being played for a fool, at least he had a place to trash in spite so he didn't feel completely torn. And if it was true then...Huh. He had to stop putting on his dress shirt for a second before resuming. Was he really about to agree to go out on a date with a guy he met only yesterday whose name was a pain in the ass to remember in a pinch and held the kind of body type that guys of Carlos' build dream of whenever they walk or drive past gyms they could easily afford?
The answer was yes, as seen by his hurried dressing at the sound of A calling him in wonder if he was okay. Carlos snapped the last button in place before scurrying past A so he could leave without further question. And thankfully, there had been none to slow him down as he rushed into a good stride on the sidewalk for the city. The benefit of this neighborhood was that it was only a few blocks away from downtown, so there hadn't been any reason to invest in transportation unless he had to go out and visit family. Anyhow, this Myths Avenue was supposedly a small section of pavement between Bourjy and Wisp streets and once Carlos found the latter up ahead he practically skated down the way for the first corner that broke off into the street. For a minute, there was nothing that suggested that Myths Avenue existed and Carlos slowed to a crawl as he realized it. A was gonna have some words about this.
But just as the lad made a turn to go back home, he heard a clank of a can hitting the curb behind him so he turned around to see a Purrloin hissing at him before coming to retrieve the discarded object off the ground and darting off to the street next to him. Once the shock faded, he realized that he was just about to walk past his destination; his foot rested on the corner that divided Wisp with the now Myths Avenue and at the far end of the new road that Carlos was one-hundred ten percent sure didn't rest right there a few seconds ago, the flower shop resided like a landmark.
This was just...Well, Carlos had exhausted every adjective in the dictionary to describe these new, random situations so his best bet was gonna be just weird. He slowly trudged into the avenue, too focused on taking in the sights of a once non-existent street to notice that the corners that had allowed one to cross the street past it sealed shut from view...
The shop looked fresh as the flowers that lined up in display before Carlos, as if inviting him to come inside with the beckoning way they danced in the breeze that brought some heat off his shoulders. Carlos didn't even know he was sweating until then and quickly wiped his brow clean before proceeding. The front door read "Open" but as far as an outside view provided there didn't seem to be another soul in sight. Carlos went to open his way inside but the door didn't budge. Further inspection showed that there was something blocking the door from the inside-a chair.
"Uh...weird way to promote someone buying flowers if I can't come in to pay for some..." Then he remembered he was only getting a corsage and turned to look through the display flower beds. Looking high and low, he missed out the chance to marvel the exquisite taste this mysterious florist held. For a minute, Carlos was sure that there were only bouquets here to get when he saw an oddly white flower sitting in the middle of some tulips. It hadn't been there before and Carlos looked around to assure himself that there were no trees around for it to drop from. Looking it over, he realized that it was a corsage. White as snow, it held a golden band to fasten onto one's wrist and the inner stems were also tinted with this glimmering sheen. Carlos had struck gold-pun intended-and he made sure that he wouldn't leave here a hoodlum by placing down some cash through the mail slot. At least that wasn't locked.
"Alright, now to get home." A was certain to like this piece-it matched his hair and looked just as good as him. Wait, where'd that come from? Focus Carlos, you only met him yesterday and today! The lad berated himself some more as he ran off of Myths Avenue and down the way, leaving the road that he left behind to fade like it was never there in the first place.
His pace seemed quite empowered now that he had the corsage on him, but that didn't save his slacks and button down from sweat as he ran up the walkway to his house. One whiff of the air around him and he was smacked with the stench of effort being contained in clothes meant for small shindigs. The door opened...on its own, as A was not behind it once Carlos was able to slip inside but Carlos came to find the other man at the dining room table preparing the last bits of...of...
Carlos stood there flabbergasted as he gazed upon the dinner that A made. A glistening turkey freshly plucked from the oven rested in the middle like those roasted pigs you normally see in animated TV shows that'd rather have placeholder dishes than real food that people sit down to eat; mashed potatoes, gravy in a small tub, steak, broccoli and what looked like a honey-glazed ham platter circled around the turkey like a posse ready to throw down; and empty plates with silverware that looked something straight out of a fancy restaurant presented themselves before the seats. It was a lot to eat and Carlos was still panting to catch his breath from running, but A took it as the lad having an anxiety attack and coming over to assist him.
"Are you okay? Do you need to take a rest before we eat?" The large man had trapped Carlos in his hold again, smothering his face with those pillows passing off as pecs. Only this time, as he was not waking up into them, Carlos felt a soothing tingle run down his spine. His fatigue subsided, his heart returned to a normal beat and it felt as if he just chugged down a whole keg of berry juice made out of Sitrus Berries. Revitalized, Carlos cleared his throat.
"No thanks...on the resting bit, I'm fine now."
"Good. It would be a shame to set all of this up for nothing. Now let us eat."
It wasn't until A prepared both of their plates with everything on it and had already eaten a majority of it all in a seemingly ravenous manner before Carlos realized something about the food. He's seen Thanksgiving food being prepared by friends and family in the past and turkey and ham doesn't just cook to this level of perfection in under an hour...
"Say uh...A?" Carlos wasn't sure how he was supposed to relay to A that this food might 'taste a bit funny' for the time that it was cooked, but it didn't even taste off-putting to be noteworthy at all. It was like...it had been already in the oven and he didn't know. But he wasn't sure of that outcome so he kept his resolve until A finally answered from gobbling down his potatoes without leaving a mark.
"Yes, Carlos?"
"How hot was the oven when you used it to cook all of this? I was only gone for twenty minutes tops..." A said be gone for an hour so he could make things out into a date upon Carlos' return but to craft up the kind of meal you see in movies before drama goes down in a third of that time without any faults or issues just left the lad skeptical. Was A a professional chef that went out on dates with strangers he meets so he could practice his calling without the public hounding him? Or was he simply good at it? As if to answer his inner thoughts, A nodded towards Carlos and spoke:
"I have a very effective way to cook things in a matter of minutes without the long wait time. Just need only privacy with no possible means of eavesdropping and nothing will come out undercooked or burnt to a crisp. The food shows for the efficiency of my cooking method, hmm?"
"Yeah..." Frankly, if it weren't for the fact that A was trying to take him out like he were a damsel, then he would have been all for having this white-haired guy around as a friend that visited often and cooked for fun. Speaking of his hair, Carlos nearly forgot the corsage he had been tasked to get and dug it out of his pocket. Despite the compact space, the petals were fine and dandy with no wrinkles to give away any sign of imitation flora. "Oh uh, here's that flower thing you wanted me to get."
"Keep it. It is to adorn your wrist in the future, as a means of security in fact."
"What, is it gonna protect me from danger?"
A tilted his head like a canine would when asked a question from its owner. "That is the general idea of such an item, yes."
"I'm sure it'll do a great job then." Carlos hoped sarcasm would fly right past A while he let the corsage sit on the table next to his nearly empty platter, because the guy did not look the type to take such a condescending tone without doing something to ensure it doesn't happen again. Luckily for Carlos, he was free to eat in peace for A did the same with no visible reaction.
They both finished at the same time in spite of A having the head start from finishing the servings with himself as the last and he handled the dishes to be cleaned so Carlos didn't need to leave the table. Though when he finished, A instructed him to go upstairs and wash his face clean. Before he could question why, a cold spot had finally made itself known on the lad's face and he noticed the gravy marking tinted with potato and made a dash for the stairs. As he ascended to the upper floors, A sighed and brandished his hands.
"Now then. Let us conduct properly." The fabulous dinner began to fade into nothingness, all the fancy utensils leaving with it before A's eyes began to glow a bright amber. This didn't deter him, and he went about with fiddling with things while he was already ahead. Like dim the lights and the intake of natural light into the house to mimic a very pitch black evening until candles spawned in like little flames o-
Wait, they were little flames.
White fire balls lined the way upstairs and A began to make his way up. He could still hear Carlos mumbling to himself in the bathroom, so A was clear to slip into the master bedroom on the opposite end while creating a guided path for the young human to take. Ah yes, time to shed this she-
"Whoa..." ...On second thought, let's hold on for a little while longer.
A heard the creeks of footsteps come towards the room so he shed his clothes off like they were mere feathers and stepped out to only be clad in a pair of briefs. He situated himself against Carlos' dresser and watched the young man slowly enter the room.
Carlos looked dumbfounded, like he had saw a vision but haven't the faintest clue if it were real or not. Though from the looks of things and A's suggestive state of wear, it was better to give the benefit of the doubt to lessen the strife of over analyzing the situation. Carlos had a question but A knew the answer before he needed to do so, so to save face he merely reached out and shushed the little guy and embraced him with strength again. It seemed that relaxant effect kicked in, for Carlos seemed to go slack now that A had him in his hands. Only a couple minutes later did he try to move his head away to speak.
"What's this about...? Why is my hallway on fire but not...really? And why are you naked?" At the notice of A's _near _nudity, Carlos made a dramatic show of keeping eye contact with the larger man hugging him. It wasn't that A was bad to look at-on the contrary, it would be hard to look away if they hadn't already met-but it seemed so...new and unexpected. Again, they met only a day ago and they had already gotten to this point in a relationship-even if one wants to call it that-where they do more than kiss and cuddle.
"I would like to soothe your concern by saying the flames are under control. *My * control. There will be no mishap involving them but I will admit they were a nice touch. As for my bare nakedness, I wanted to experience what you would call love making. Mortals like yourself have such a fine way of expressing your deepest affections for one another and I am intrigued."
Carlos could have picked anything to be his rebuttal once A decided to use the moment of word-less air being breathed to come forth and embrace him to his body, but it was the comment with _mortals _that actually got the words flowing. "Mortals...?"
"Yes, mortals. You see, I am...far different from you in that regard. I could show you what, but you have to swear that you will not tell. Trust in me when I say you will wish you had not." Carlos shouldn't take much from a man bigger than him with a hugging fetish, but then those eyes gazing down at him turned red like a blood moon and he sheepishly nodded to affirm the ultimatum at hand here so he didn't choke over his words and fuck things up. "Good. Now hold still and close your eyes..."
And here we are, Carlos and the now revealed Amoldnak in a kiss initiated by the latter that seemed so unlikely to happen with Carlos' assumption that Arceus had no mouth. He was expecting a llama bigger than his house to break the roof off to show his true self, but instead he was surprised to find that not only did Amoldnak stay humanoid in stature when he shed his disguise but seemed more...perfect with his build. If it weren't for the fact that Carlos had yet to ever yearn for a specific gender, he would have tried every excuse in the book about being straight to get out of this. But even if he had, would he really deny Arceus of all beings the chance to make love?
Frankly, it was an honor to have that heavy body press down on his lanky form and pin him to the bed; to have those strong hands explore with a feather-light touch to seek out places to incite a reaction from the human focused on delivering an experience for Amoldnak's lips-or lack thereof seeing as Arceus had no lips; and to feel the raw strength radiating from his upper half as it kept a firm pressure on Carlos' torso. It should have been painful but it was honestly about as agonizing as being smothered in a mountain of pillows. Weighted but still soft.
Carlos dared to reach around and hold onto Amoldnak, and he was internally relieved that his hands didn't disintegrate at the point of contact. After all, he didn't know if he was truly worthy or not to actually do this. Amoldnak seemed not to care regardless, taking this time to attempt what Carlos called a Kalos kiss and slip his rather lengthy tongue inside the human's parted mouth. There was no contest that Amoldnak would overtake Carlos and keep him as helpless as the human was now but the llama made no move to dominate the lad's oral orifice. In fact, once the tips touched they stayed together. So Carlos took the lead in trying to tangle that tongue down to his level so he could pin it like a button. And by a stroke of luck, Amoldnak did not fight back nor made things difficult for him before that large muscle meant for tasting conceded and laid flat beneath Carlos'. It was there that he realized that he was running out of air and fast, so Carlos pulled back and had to gasp for air. They had been kissing for a good twenty minutes but only when tongue came around did the true effect kick in.
"You are quite the kisser, Carlos. Humans normally try their best for half the time you allotted and yet you went beyond such a limit with every intent to impress." Carlos would question that claim but then he remembered that this was Arceus-or Amoldnak, rather-and he couldn't deny it either way. So he shrugged.
"I've had my fair share of practice on uh...failed dates." He doesn't want to go into much detail on it.
"This will not be a failure, provided you are not trying to make things go poorly. I will guide you through what you have yet to experience and we will help each other once the real action begins." That'll be an interesting time, considering Carlos had a new pressure on his body to deal with. One look down confirmed that the warm, fleshy weight that aided in keeping him immobile with Amoldnak on top of him was the llama's erection. Having not even felt it get riled up to this state, Carlos had to admit that it was quite the sight to see an equine shaft look ready to ram into his face like a Rampardos going in for a Giga Impact. It was a thick one too, promising eternal suffering for whoever wasn't equipped for a size so big trying to take it. Carlos being one of those that did not meet the requirements-like being of matching musculature or having no insides to rupture.
Amoldnak took the extended pause as a means to guide Carlos to that hole puncher of a cock between them, lifting off the human so he could move around below while ushering the lad towards that shaft. It throbbed once and as Carlos feared precum almost hot enough to pass off as water cum splurted out and seeped into his wavy hair. Welp, guess he'll be needing a shower after this. Hoping that he could do this with just his hands, Carlos scooped whatever could pass off as lube off of his head and rubbed his hands together to then smear that musky liquid onto Amoldnak's cock. The rumble of pleasure promised of an exemplary performance from the human if he continued with this idea of maintenance, so Carlos opted to use whatever he could to get Amoldnak going.
His hands, once the human figured out that he could pretty much guarantee a mess on his body if he did so much as brush across the flared cock head staring at him, were soaked in preseed within mere minutes of getting into the motions of jerking off Arceus themselves; his mouth found itself idly licking off whatever pre dripped down past his forehead and temples; and his posture left little to the imagination as he sought to keep himself comfortable while his fingers grew sore from keeping a grip on something so thick that it prevented a full reach-around for measurement.
Nonetheless, Amold was enamored with the way Carlos took things with methodical skill yet inexperienced energy. It was like taking a test of agility and applying ways to mitigate one's lack of speed with technique to still finish in spite of the disadvantages at play. And such disadvantages present were the girth of Amoldnak's penis and the productivity of his loins. The bed was swamped with runoff from whatever oozed out of that urethra rather than shoot and the llama's loins were only going to stick to making things messier. Carlos didn't seem to mind much anyhow, more than likely aided by the stuffy aroma keeping the two of them situated in a classic tale of domination through musk.
Amoldnak seemed to pump it out fluidly despite it being a scent and Carlos' human senses were overcome with the primitive yet renown method of ensuring someone that they were in good, assertive hands. It didn't help that the splurts of clear prespunk were getting less frequent and more focused on being powerful so that they nailed him in the face and more importantly his nose. Had Amoldnak been anymore careless about this state of affairs he would have converted Carlos into a mindless puppet awaiting direction. But he wasn't-at least, he thought so. He would never enslave what he did not create. And Carlos was no Pokemon with a guilty desire to be commanded at any rate.
The thoughts on that were lost as a particular stroke had the llama thrusting through Carlos' hands and soiling his face with more of the thick fluids shooting from his cock with a profound force. They could count for aggressive poking at this point but they were just barely missing the lad's eyes so he couldn't exactly say it was too much. Though it only meant that Carlos needed to get in gear and fast. And fast was something possible with the thick meat in his grasp. So he got to work, trying to soothe his aching digits by spreading them out and curling them inward as they slid up and down in a blur that Amoldnak could watch with ease. Things were getting heated, the old deity was certain of it, and in the height of his excitement, he adjusted his position so that he was fully hunched over Carlos and had a very good view of the human's butt. Pert, shaven and lacking nothing unsightly or unsanitary in aroma. It smelled as normal as one would think of someone who didn't try to be different from a societal norm.
Interesting.
Amoldnak's involuntarily-obtained view of Carlos' ass was lost as he groaned in his baritone voice deeper than any recordable decibel to the sensation of his loins giving it their all to release. And release was putting it gently.
Carlos felt like he were dipping his head into a river being forced along by a flood, white spunk splashing against his face, chest and whatever else on him that could be reached by those commandeering shots of divine virility in liquid form. There was so much that he couldn't help but to open his mouth to taste it and his tongue was in nirvana reacting to the rich flavor that blasted through his taste buds as the cum that caused such flew through that hole flaring out from the throes of orgasm. That orgasm lasted for a quite a while, mind you.
Gods don't have limits.
Amoldnak eventually found it in him to stop, so his will brought the torrent of semen to a full halt in tandem. Carlos was drenched _in Arceus love and the bed was in a bad-maybe even worse-state. Though a mess was hardly an issue with Amoldnak in play and a wave of his hand-which had gone from being a pristine gold to a shimmering aqua blue-made everything wet from precum, spunk, sweat or whatever else found its way into the mix to evaporate into nothing. Thankfully for Carlos, he got to kept what he had yet to swallow and used the liberating moment to gulp down the near-viscous seed making his cheeks fit to burst. He _huffed, for holding all of that in was more of a dire task than being asked for quarterly reports to be done in half an hour.
With Carlos busy catching his breath below, Amoldnak was free to adjust himself before he grew tired of bearing down upon his human for the day and he settled for a kneel right before the recovering lad. A heavy hand pressed onto Carlos' shoulder and squeezed to ease every tense knot that formed from that intense handjob that was delivered. "I trust you were satisfied with my compensation?"
"Yeah...Definitely not used to someone...cumming gallons..." Carlos was just relieved that he wouldn't have to do a ton of cleaning up if Amoldnak could cum that much from just some strokes and the occasional kiss. For now, he found his hands magnetized to that erection once again and he tried to see if he could deviate the conversation to the guttural moans and grunts that the llama had been uttering without hesitation within the past few minutes. But he was stopped before he could start his pace back up, leaving Carlos to whine for a moment before his hands were released.
"Unfortunately, we haven't the time. Our actions ate away almost twenty minutes and I would like what I do next to count for every single minute remaining."
Carlos was confused, as a guy who was requested to have sex would be when their partner wants to make a time crunch for an unexplained reason. Where would Amoldnak be going in such a hurry and why was the time so important to him? All of this and more could be answered at this very moment where the two of them just stared at each other on the revitalized bed, but Amoldnak seemed to want to avoid an interrogation for the time being. As he pushed Carlos onto his back as he had did when he revealed his true forme, the human was taken aback by the sight he was given.
The humanoid llama of unfathomable power was straddling his waist as TV show cowgirls got onto bulls to ride in a rodeo, the surprise of finding that _he _wasn't going to be needing a hospital if Amoldnak chose to see how much he fit inside of that defenseless pucker of Carlos' managed to awaken the boner that the human had been lacking up to this point; yes, that means he wasn't fully hard during that swamping handjob nor when they were locked together at the lips for several minutes. Though the best part of seeing the Alpha of Pokemon-their God to worship-get onto someone's lap with their erection ready and posed below his tail hole as he stayed risen to keep it outside?
Watching him drop down and having that stoic face shatter into one of concentrated efforts to ease discomfort.
Amoldnak was tight. It felt like Carlos just got his cock stuck into a fleshlight a few sizes too small for him yet still the deity pushed down to swallow it all into his rectum. Carlos had wondered if he would need to be gently and not thrust noce he figured out that Amoldnak was going to bottom, but he didn't need to bother for the llama decided to _sit down _on him like he needed only a breather to be prepared.
And that's where the _real action _began.
Amoldnak was relentless, barely paying attention to the pleas to slow down or ease up from Carlos bouncing below him as he treated that cock of his like a toy attached to a very flimsy surface. His hole sucked in that cock with such ease that it didn't need to stay out of him for long before it was all back inside and it battered against every surface within that muscled passage clenching down on that thin intruder.
Carlos was in heaven all the same, registering the stinging pain of having someone so built and heavy rapidly slam their beefy ass onto his thighs and hips to take him as nothing more than a mere prick of discomfort in comparison to the sheer euphoria _that ran through his body like ice cold water being poured down his back unwanted. His loins were in a state of unease and eagerness, churning up loads like one of agriculture would churn butter and the results spoke for themselves as the first began to let loose within Amoldnak's white butt. Human cream seeped into those walls, being rubbed in by the llama's non-stop pace and even being oozed out thanks to him squeezing down on Carlos' _erupting cock without a break.
And with no break came no refractory period-yet with a rather burning oversensitivity on the head of his shaft-and with no period to take a breather came a load just as strong as the first. The new load joined the first in making a mess within Amoldnak yet still he bounced with ease. The semen that joined the rest was settled deeper into that passage of strength and adaptation and with its passing came the build up for a third. And when that came to pass, a fourth began to bubble up from Carlos' overworked balls. And when number five came and went, the human's mind was torn asunder. Pure bliss marked his stupor to Amoldnak but all he did was use his strong, golden hands to keep a firm grip on Carlos' chest so he could ride onwards without suddenly slipping off and making things a bit difficult to recover should he jump and slam the human's tender flesh the wrong way.
His pacing was very methodical from the looks of it. One load took half a minute to bring about so Carlos' tanks were beyond a state of vacancy when he blacked out, unable to process so much pleasure in one sitting without losing much-if not all, function for his body before going slack. And it was here that Amoldnak ceased _plapping _his way down to the lad's deep-red lap and sore hips. The deity's butt was _caked _in baby batter, leaving his pure white fur rather pearly and matted from the almost excessive amount of fluids. While he wish he could stay and see the true extent of Carlos' developing virility, he had to depart.
Yes, just as a nearly clock hit 7:02 PM, Amoldnak began to dissipate in particles of light that rapidly faded from perceivable view as quickly as it began, leaving the human to lay on his bed looking like he just hit a world record for most orgasms in one sitting in under an hour of pumping.
One week later...
Carlos was an average joe. He didn't have special hair, special skin, special eyes, special...well, anything that one could see when they come across him. He burnt through jobs like drug addicts burnt through their loved ones' life savings to pay for a quick fix and he was slowly getting a bad reputation among most renown corporations as a bad egg to hire.
However, he has a better calling in mind.
Here he was now at home, back from another talking-to from his new boss to which he wa warned that he was on strike 2 for tardiness. But all of that was behind him-just like his discarded clothes and shoes. He was naked as the day he was born, stationed at his PC like a box office code monkey as he clicked through porn pages like a maniac looking for his favorite under the cluster of new material overshadowing it from quick view, spare hand already busy pumping his thick cock like the beefy log it was.
Yes, you read that right. Carlos got an upgrade.
Apparently Amoldnak had decided not to make his abrupt and unannounced departure come without at least a parting gift for Carlos to remember him by, and it seemed that bestowing him with a libido that was horrifying in theory was in his mind. Pardoning his nearly shattered pelvis and nursing bruises that ironically made an ass shape if one trailed the markings of the impacts from the deity that caused it, Carlos had gotten out of that memorable day with not only a sex drive that'd tire out any of these Lopunny that he saw in hour-long videos on these porn sites but a cock meant to match. HIs balls, having been raisins when he came to in the height of his bliss, were the size of melons and his cock head steadily pumped pre onto his chest as it stood tall but barely enough to impede his sight. It does make for a sight when he had to force it down his pants less so he could walk without jabbing any passersby with children i-
At last! Carlos found the video he was looking for; hidden among the rough of the porn site he was on was a video specifically made for the appeal of dudes with huge cocks trying to take on cocks smaller than theirs in any shape or form. Called "small tops & big bottoms" from the general titles that spawned in the scarce yet fruitful section that Carlos loved to frequent, Whatever it was, it made him stroke with a hunger that predatory Pokemon usually shared. His favorite out of the few dozen he came across was of a Machamp and his trainer.
The four-armed brute was jacke off protein and effort but not even all of that could make the way he whimpered seem manly as he forced himself backwards onto the human's cock behind him. Once he saw that he set the video to loop, Carlos let his mouse go, but went wild on stroking his dick.
He prayed every night that Amoldnak came back to him so he could tame those cheeks again with the proper equipment.