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Here it was...his desires were about to come to fruition. At least, he hoped that was the case…he would’ve hated for it to come to nothing. It wasn’t every day one had the chance to meet a legendary Pokémon, but if he had everything right, he would soon be coming face to face with one.

Kurtis had a thing for legendary Pokémon and the myths surrounding them. Every day, he spent time searching for more information about them, the latest updates and rumors swirling about them, the newest pictures that claimed to be of any one of them (but usually weren’t). If one had any questions about them, he was the person to go to for information, and he would talk your ear off about the subject in question and more. But Kurtis had a few claims to fame beyond that - he’d actually met a couple of legendary Pokémon in the past. In fact, it was a chance encounter with Celebi years ago that had gotten him interested in the whole subject in the first place. He’d caught sight of Raikou years later, managing to actually get a couple of pictures of the incredible beast, which had made him a minor celebrity in the circuit.

He’d at times in the past gone searching for some legendaries, trying to seek out a more personal encounter with them or dispel rumors about their locations. But he’d never actually gone deliberately trying to summon them, preferring to let the encounters remain chance...until now. Kurtis had come across a key piece of information that one could summon certain legendary Pokémon using particular stones in the middle of a desolate ruin which was said to once be home to an ancient civilization. Ordinarily, something he would have just filed away and not acted on, except for two things. First, he happened to have one of the stones in question, and knew how to get to the location without too much trouble, so it was something he could actually access.

Second, the Pokémon in question was Zekrom, the one he most wanted to meet.

To say that Kurtis wanted to meet Zekrom in particular was an understatement. Among all other legendaries, the black thunder dragon, master of ideals, was the one that excited him most. He loved the legends surrounding Zekrom and his compatriots, and would get into passionate discussions about every rumor he came across, ardently defending the dragon against some who felt what he represented was somehow bad or wrong. If there was any Pokémon that would actively get him trying to arrange a meeting, it would be him.

Of course, there was also the less savory other reason he wanted to meet Zekrom...namely, he found the dragon insanely sexy and wanted to admire his body in person. It was a bizarre thing, he didn’t really have that kind of response to other Pokémon, even other legendary Pokémon, but Zekrom did something for him that he just didn’t get anywhere else, and he couldn’t resist the thought of seeing that in front of him. True, he’d seen plenty of drawings, both dirty and not, and they had plenty to fuel his fantasies, but nothing could measure up to the real thing. It was perhaps a selfish reason, but he was hardly invulnerable to temptation. He promised he wouldn’t harass the dragon about it...just getting a chance to look at him was all he needed.

So with everything he needed in tow, he made the rather long drive to the ruins site. The location was very much out of the way, and very small, not large enough to have garnered attention and protection; aside from a couple of signs erected around it telling brief histories about the ruins and the people who once lived there, it was generally deserted. Which was good for Kurtis, he didn’t want a bunch of people around, he wanted this to just be him and Zekrom. He wasn’t even going to take pictures; to him, this was a very personal quest, not one to share with others.

Everything went swimmingly on the drive up, and then the long walk afterwards to actually get to the ruins themselves. He had nothing with him except the Dark Stone needed to summon Zekrom and his bag with a few travel supplies...it was about the lightest he’d ever packed for an expedition towards a legendary Pokémon, a fact he was rather glad for as some of these trips took a long time and required a lot more planning. Fortunately, there weren’t any Pokémon around the ruins either; they seemed to stay away for some reason. They were unlikely to bother Kurtis anyway, he wasn’t a trainer and thus didn’t really attract any attention from them unless he was invading their territory.

The ruins site wasn’t exactly the most visually impressive thing; there weren’t any major structures, just some remnants of stone buildings, a pillar here and there, maybe a bit of a wall, not much to see on the surface. There was almost certainly more of interest under the soil, but at the moment he wasn’t concerned about that...maybe later, on another trip, but for now, his only purpose was to get to the indicated spot, a circle near the center of the ruins that was supposed to be the former location of a shrine to Zekrom and Reshiram. It took a bit of searching, but he finally thought he had it when he spotted a shallow indentation in the ground, grassy and looking oddly clear for the environment.

Setting his bag down at the edge and taking only the stone with him, he made his way slowly to the center of the circle, painfully aware of his heartbeat. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he could almost swear he could feel the electricity in the air around him, prickling at his body. Was it a warning, or a sign he was in the right place at the right time? He wasn’t sure...a few second thoughts crept into his head, he wasn’t sure whether Zekrom would be unhappy with being summoned, not every legendary Pokémon enjoyed interacting with humans. But his desire to see Zekrom in person kept him going until he was in the center.

He laid the stone down on the ground, gently placing it as close to the exact center of the circle as he could. Then he stepped back and knelt on the ground in front of it, getting down low almost in a worshipping pose. Now came the one tricky part...calling on Zekrom apparently required a spoken phrase, but it was unclear whether there was a single phrase that worked or if it was just certain things needed to be said and the exact words were unimportant. Plus, Kurtis didn’t know if it had to be in the language spoken by the ancient people from this area or if he could say it in his familiar language. If it was the former, he wasn’t sure if he could say it right; he’d been practicing but that was no guarantee that he’d even started correctly. But he wasn’t going to get anywhere worrying about it...he decided to just go for it, the way he was most familiar with.

“O master of ideals, I call upon you to return to this world. Your spark brings the pursuit of perfection, the rejection that what is is what must be. Bless us with your presence once more and grant us the strength to forge our world in our own image. Our will be to yours, great Zekrom.”

For a brief period, nothing seemed to happen, and he was wondering if he should start to speak one of the rehearsed variants from the other language...and then he saw the stone rise into the air, glowing brightly and crackling with electricity. Awestruck, he watched with his jaw agape as the stone flared brightly, then began to expand outwards, growing into a much different shape...long arms and powerful legs extended out from the ball of lightning, a long neck and head with a single horn-like protrusion, large wings and a conical tail which flared with a powerful charge. The shine died down, but the electric aura persisted, radiating off the black-bodied dragon that now stood in front of him.

All was quiet for a moment, as Zekrom looked around slowly, taking in the sights of the ruins around him. He seemed to Kurtis to know where he was...finally, he folded his arms and looked right down at Kurtis, who was still enraptured by the sight. “Hm...it’s been a long time since I’ve been summoned to this place. Wasn’t even sure anyone remembered it…” His voice had a very deep baritone, almost like a rumble of thunder.

“W-wow...you’re really...you’re really Zekrom…” It was everything he’d hoped for...Kurtis couldn’t help but stare, admiring the black dragon towering over him. He exuded strength, grace, had an air of nobility about him...and was sexy as fuck. It took all the restraint he had not to start begging him for a romp, he didn’t know how that would be received and certainly didn’t want to piss his idol off. “Amazing...you’re so incredible…”

“That would be me. And you are?”

“Um, Kurtis. Sir.” He felt a little bit foolish that that had slipped out, but the slight twitch in the dragon’s face had suggested that it had been a good thing. He knew some legendaries liked being deferred to, enjoyed being worshipped...maybe Zekrom was that type. “I...I really wanted to meet you...I’ve heard such incredible things about you, your power...I’ve always been more fascinated about you than any other legendary Pokémon…”

“You flatter me with your words,” Zekrom replied with a slight hint of a pleasured tone in his voice. “I like that...too rare that I hear such adulation, most who try to summon me simply want my power without the respect I deserve. Well, I suppose I should ask what it is you want from me, then...I might be more inclined to grant it.”

“I...I can’t say I...really wanted anything in particular,” Kurtis managed to get out. “I hope it wasn’t a bother, great Zekrom, I...I simply wanted a chance to meet you, to really see you in person…”

Zekrom was quiet for a moment, his stare almost boring into Kurtis, and he at first feared he’d offended Zekrom...maybe the dragon wanted to show off his power to him, or simply disliked being bothered for trivial reasons. But then he broke into a sly grin. “Don’t lie to me, Kurtis. I may not be the master of truth but I can tell that’s not what’s in your heart.”

“Ah?”

“What, you don’t know that I read the hearts of those who call me? Every time. After all, everyone has their ideals, they can’t hide those from me. And I know what your ideal encounter with me would entail...definitely haven’t had a worshipper ask for THAT before.”

“I...I’m sorry, I didn’t want to offend…”

“Who’s offended? I’m rather pleased that someone finds me so attractive. Fearsome, powerful, entrancing, those are all familiar, but sexy...yes, extremely uncommon, and even more so that they would actually act on such feelings.” Zekrom took slow steps towards Kurtis, as if sizing him up. By the time he spoke again, he was right in front of the human. “Stand.”

Kurtis obeyed immediately, scrambling to his feet. Even upright, he was stunned by how much Zekrom towered over him...the dragon was more than half-again his height, and broad enough for several of him. His powerful electric aura was even more intense so close to him. All of this only serve to fuel his arousal...he was hard, his pants presenting a bulge between his legs that he couldn’t really hide.

“I’ll make your ideal encounter come true...on one condition. You will call me Master, and you will do as I order you. You will not refuse a single command, no matter how impossible it may seem to you. And should you start to refuse, you will allow me to override your refusal and do as I wish anyway. Are you clear on this?”

“Y-yes...Master…” How could he possibly have refused? This was everything he could have ever dreamed of...even the part where Zekrom took such control. Kurtis wasn’t typically servile, but this was a legend - they deserved to be worshipped, and Zekrom deserved it especially.

“Good. Now, get out of those garments hiding your body. I deserve to see my slave as he was meant to be...standing before me ready to serve. Don’t waste time, I’m not a patient person.”

Immediately he got to it, disrobing faster than he ever had in his life. The cool, foggy air left a chill on his skin as it was bared, and the aura of electricity hit him even more distinctly as he was left without any sort of buffer to it, but none of that brought the slightest hesitation as his shirts, pants, and shoes were all cast aside, well out of easy reach of his retrieval. Standing now fully naked, fully hard, the contrast was obvious - him, thin for a human, looking pitifully small and scrawny next to the titanic, muscular dragon...truly he looked like he was meant to serve.

“Good...you obey well. Now you shall get your reward.” A slit in the front of Zekrom’s body parted, and Kurtis watched wide-eyed as a spire of flesh grew from it rapidly, beyond anything he could have imagined. At first pitch-black in color like the rest of him, it started to take on a bright blue glow as it swelled, crackling with powerful electricity. By the time it was done, the massive pole stood far larger than anything Kurtis had seen before, a length and girth making his own look almost invisible in comparison, suited for a god.

Zekrom was enjoying the look on the human’s face; being a legendary, more of an essence than a purely physical being, he had some measure of control over his appearance, and had embellished himself a bit from what he would normally have...of course, that was part of the human’s ideal, so it wasn’t all his idea, but he certainly wasn’t finding it aversive. “It’s not just here to look at, slave. Take me in your mouth, taste me and know the flavor of your master.”

Kurtis nodded. “Yes, Master, at once.” Stepping forward, he bent the behemoth down towards him…it was so big and heavy, taking a fair effort to get to his mouth. The moment it was low enough, he opened wide and wrapped his lips around the tip. So big, he could only get a very little bit of it inside there, and the energy it was giving off was incredible, almost a constant electrical rush that tickled and slightly stung. His tongue lapped over the tip, taking in the potent taste of that flesh, exceptionally powerful, musky, so virile...he couldn’t get enough of it.

But Zekrom wasn’t satisfied. “You think that’s enough, slave? Your master has so much cock and you’re ignoring it. No, take it in farther, and don’t dilly-dally.”

Farther? That seemed absurdly impossible, his mouth was barely capable of handling the little it already had. But Kurtis had agreed to do anything he said, no matter how impossible, and this wasn’t the time to be breaking his word. So, taking a deep breath, he pushed himself into the monster cock, expecting it to be futile and to incur Zekrom’s wrath…

But the power of the dragon was apparently not to be trifled with. To Kurtis’s astonishment, the massive cock pressed further inside, stretching his mouth beyond anything that should have been possible. It should have been incredibly painful, but it wasn’t, not even in the slightest...how it was happening, he was clueless, but he could do nothing except comply with the directive, and continue on. Slowly he worked his way down, inch by inch, feeling the pole push his throat open in a way that couldn’t have looked pleasant to an observer. His breath was cut off, but he felt no daze, no fear of suffocation; Zekrom was making sure, somehow, that this wouldn’t be an issue. Had his agreement given him protection?

A hand on the back of his head made sure he didn’t recede, and he kept working down...more and more of the shaft disappeared into him, pushing things wider apart relentlessly, allowing more of the sparking cock to let its surges go inside his body, jolting him occasionally and always giving him that electric tingle. Finally, when he was halfway down, Zekrom stopped him, and with his powerful hand pulled him back, back, until only the tip of his cock was in Kurtis’s mouth again. He looked down at the stunned human, who suddenly remembered to breath again around the still-considerable mouthful. “Hm hm hm...very good. I wasn’t sure if you’d do it...that was just a demonstration, proof of what I can do to you without harming you. Surprised? You shouldn’t be...you know we legendary Pokémon have a different existence from the rest of you, we don’t play by the same rules. Now that you truly understand that, I expect no fear from you for anything I demand.”

Kurtis nodded as best he could. He really should have expected that...but few legendaries put on such a display as that, it was something he’d never seen before so he couldn’t really understand the full measure of it. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“I see you understand. Now, then...prepare to take my first load. You wanted to taste me, now you will get the most powerful taste I can offer.” That was all the warning Kurtis got, as a surge of thick, sparking cum exploded into his mouth. He quickly latched down on the top of the dragon’s cock and let the fluid force its way into him, rapidly pumping over his tongue and then into his throat. He didn’t even have to swallow, the force of Zekrom’s ejaculation did all the work for him, allowing him to revel in the taste of it - so strong, so masculine, and so electrically charged that it was keeping his hair on end. Over and over it pumped into him, filling him deeply, so much of it that it was making his stomach bloat out, the sheer volume seemingly too much to contain yet he was being forced to contain it nonetheless.

Zekrom didn’t give him any quarter, forcing him to take his entire orgasm, which lasted quite a long time, much longer than Kurtis’s ever had. But finally the load tapered off, and he let the last bits of it pool in his mouth, letting the taste overwhelm him as the meat in his mouth extracted itself. Panting hard, he rubbed a hand over his distended stomach...how it wasn’t horribly uncomfortable, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t complaining.

“Looks like you enjoyed that, slave,” Zekrom rumbled pleasantly. “Impressed that you took all of that in...don’t worry, you won’t stay pumped up like that long, you’re going to need space for the next round. Give it a second…”

As promised, something started happening. Kurtis felt a strange sensation through him, a buzzing that coursed through him pleasantly...the bulge in his stomach slowly receded, until it was back down to its normal size, the filling completely absorbed into him. The tingling died away, but he still felt odd, different somehow… “What was that?”

“Just another taste of my power. For now, you can no longer be harmed by electricity. Which is a good thing, because I’m going to go all out on you. Now get on your hands and knees, bitch.”

Kurtis complied instantly - what reason would he have to refuse? On all fours, ass in the air, he knew what was coming and he wanted it profusely. “Please fuck my ass, Master, ram it all in me and take me like a lowly bitch, pump me full of your godly seed again!”

Zekrom grinned down at him; he hadn’t even asked for the begging, but it was getting him nice and hot, well hotter. His glowing cock crackled as he stomped up behind Kurtis, bending onto all yours above the human, completely overshadowing him. The charged shaft hit the human’s opening, the tip resting against it, looking far too large to fit into him...but there was no question that it would, he wasn’t going all this way to leave any part of his cock out of his slave. “Once you’ve had this, bitch, you’ll never know anything better. I’m going to be the best you’ll ever have, and every time you’re fucked by something else you’ll wish it was me.”

On that ominous note, he bucked forward, driving his massive shaft into the small human, spreading his hole obscenely wide and making his gut distend again, this time with something considerably more solid. Kurtis let out a wild cry as he felt himself shift to take it, much like before except from the other direction, and it felt a whole lot more pleasurable. But it was the finale that really brought him to new heights...the moment that cock hilted inside him, Zekrom let out a potent discharge that lit up his entire body, making it shine with the force of his charge. He let out a scream as he came instantly, spurting his cum like gunfire on the ground as his balls contracted viciously from the jolts.

And that was just the beginning. Suddenly the dragon was much more active, ruthlessly driving into him with the whole length of his gigantic dick, abusing his slave’s body for his pleasure. Every thrust forcefully distended Kurtis, spreading him in a fashion that should have been utterly impossible, and then releasing another discharge into him that was equal or greater than the first. It looked horrifying, but Kurtis was in pure heaven, crying out with pure pleasure as Zekrom fucked his brains out. He was in the midst of an endless climax, his body unable to come down from its apparent limit as the size and shock applied maximum power to him, his own dick pumping out a steady stream of seed as it was pushed to its limit and then beyond, fueled by what he’d drawn in from Zekrom before. It was like he had endless energy, if it could only be applied to this one thing...and he would have gladly taken an eternity of it, without a second thought, or even a first.

And Zekrom was getting fully into it as well. He hadn’t fucked a human ever, and it had been ages since his last mortal Pokémon, usually he was limited to other legendaries and it was tiresome always being on equal terms, never really able to cut loose with control like this. That he not only had a willing and eager human, but one who fearlessly took everything he had to give and loved it, was driving him wild. His furious thrusts built up harder, his body slamming down into Kurtis’s with power that could have injured if he so willed it, his cock being seized by that incredibly tight hole. And he only built up the lightning bolts too, sending them directly through his cock, a pleasure for himself as well as his slave, adding to his own stimulation and keeping him enthralled.

The relentless pleasure had Kurtis essentially blacking out, a helpless slave to the fury of the rush in his body. The only reason he could stay upright was the force of the lightning locking his muscles in position, keeping him in place for the cock distorting his body. He could feel a quivering within him, a powerful swell that was bubbling up inside, like his orgasm but far stronger, coming out on top of the enduring climax already occurring within him...he would have begged more for it, but his mouth had lost its ability to form words, all noises a pure proclamation of his euphoria.

“Rrgh...get ready...you’re going to get it all soon…” Zekrom found himself too soon reaching his endpoint...well, it had been a long time, perhaps next time he’d build up to it more, but he needed his release and he needed it sooner rather than later. He put everything he had into his last thrusts, ravaging his slave with incredible speed and pumping more power into him than he would into his average Fusion Bolt. Now he was right there, past any hope of stopping, roaring out loudly as he felt his body overcome that final hurdle. His cock buried itself completely inside Kurtis, and he unleashed a powerful lightning blast as he came.

Too much, it was too much. Kurtis lost even his voice as everything collided within him, the thunder and the massive cock and the surging dragon seed ready to bloat him again...his eyes rolled back in his head as he experienced a high of ecstasy that he never could have imagined, an orgasm on top of orgasmic-level pleasure that threatened to break him, leave him utterly reduced to gibbering lunacy. He could never have described it, it was the kind of pleasure that could only be achieved through supernatural forces, his body was simply channeling it from the beast that had claimed him, the wonderful creature that had taken him and fulfilled his deepest desires beyond his wildest dreams. He was nothing and everything, an insensible lump of flesh and a screaming spirit of joy all at once.

All this was only visible in the swirling chaos of his mind; his body, on the other hand, was stock still, no longer shooting its own load, but taking in more than enough to make up for that. Zekrom’s second orgasm was even more prolific than his first, and the sheer mass of dragoncum was making him swell up more than ever before, his stomach looking like a balloon about to burst. The dragon didn’t allow one drop to escape, his cock blocking off one end and his electricity locking up the other, ensuring that his slave would have to endure it all, at least temporarily. He knew what he was doing to the human...it was a rare privilege for any mortal to enjoy, and rarer still for himself, and he knew that giving this to him would have significant consequences. But that wasn’t bothering him, it was worth it to have this kind of fun again.

Neither one really knew how long everything lasted this time; time had lost meaning briefly, perhaps even fluxed by the sheer force of the sensations running through the both of them. But finally, the end of it came, and they both receded from their highs, Zekrom’s load finally calming, Kurtis’s mind coming back to him. The first thing he noticed was the huge swell in his gut, so large that it was resting on the ground even with his limbs in full extended position. Again, it seemed crazy that he should be able to survive like this...but not only was he, he was vaguely enjoying it.

A shot while later, Zekrom slowly pulled himself out of the human; his cock had returned to its normal black color, and was slowly receding inside his slit. “That was quite the fantastic fuck, slave. You’ve pleased me...I haven’t felt this satisfied in a long time.”

“I’m glad to have...given you such pleasure, master. I...I don’t even know how to describe what you’ve given me…”

“You don’t have to...I can feel it within my spirit. A perk of being what I am.”

“I understand...thank you so much…” Kurtis felt a new warmth in him as once again his body began to absorb the fluid inside him, his shape returning to normal a bit more quickly than before even with the added load within him. He still felt shaky as he got to his feet, almost like he was experiencing extreme fatigue and extreme adrenaline at the same time. It was a rather giddy feeling, one he didn’t want to end.

“You’re welcome. And now...it’s time for me to return to my realm. But you will keep my stone with you...the next time we meet, you will not need to go so far out of your way. And you will not need to summon me...I will come to you. And you will want to be ready for that, because your master won’t want to be kept waiting. Remember this…”

The air crackled with energy again, and the big dragon’s form began to glow brightly, receding back into the small sphere from where it had emerged. As the glow faded, it fell back to the ground, bouncing slightly before coming to rest in the circle. Shakily, Kurtis picked it up; though it seemed no different from before, he could swear he felt Zekrom’s presence in it - not just a hint of something, but the actual force of the legendary dragon’s soul. It still had its power over him, still commanded him...though it issued no commands now, he could do as he wished until it asked something of him again.

And, he thought as he returned to his clothes and began to dress himself again, he would certainly be ready when that happened. If this was what being slave to a legendary was like, he was glad to have signed up.