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

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***Nidoqueen's noticeable need part 2***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or should have, given the earlier mishap.

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

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

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

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

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

As if she had a choice.

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

“Umm…Nido…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abandoned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ni……niiiihhhh!”

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

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

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

“Rawwwh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What more could a man ask for?

***The End***

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