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This story was written for Miles4 as part of my themed Patreon request day for May 2020. This month's theme was "Backyard Vacation" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults; a human and a pokemon. :3

[center][b][u]The Queen at Home[/u][/b][/center]

Following months spent on the open road, sleeping under the stars and far from prying eyes, it was something of a culture shock for Oliver to visit his parents while passing close to the city where he had grown up. He loved his family deeply and knew that they were good people, but he also knew that they wouldn't understand the relationship which he and Espeon shared. How could anyone else hope to after all, when even [i]he[/i] didn't truly understand what he had done to earn the love and affection of such a stunning creature?

For a day or two Oliver and his most cherished pokemon tried to make the best of the visit. They tried to be social and friendly to his family and the family's own pokemon, and to steal what moments they could alone for Oliver to show his ever-present adoration towards and desire for the pokemon who was more than his partner; undeniably his [i]Queen[/i]. But, it broke Oliver's heart to not be able to give his full effort when it came to his pleasing Espeon for fear that he would be too loud, and even worse was seeing her holding back, the pokemon forcing herself not to cry out or ask for what she so obviously wanted. Knowing that she too would be unable to restrain herself if Oliver did to her the same kind of things which he normally did to make her so, [i]so[/i] satisfied. After they were almost caught with the human's face buried between Espeon's legs while in Oliver's own bedroom however, only Espeon's telepathic powers alerting them to his mother's impending intention to peer in on her son late at night; to admire him at peace under her roof again after so long with an empty nest, human and pokemon alike knew that something had to change.

Thus, the very next day Oliver stood before his parents and announced that he'd be setting up his tent at the far end of their back garden.

"It's just... after so long out on the open road, being inside a house all day and all night feels weirdly claustrophobic. I barely got any sleep last night, and Espeon was pacing back and forth for hours. She just couldn't settle. I want to stick around for a few more days, but if we can't get some peace and quiet at night? Not just sleeping in the tent, but being left alone to really get some rest? I think we'll have to pack up and head off sooner than expected."

Needless to say, just as Espeon had predicted when she instructed Oliver what to say, his parents were supremely understanding. Not only were they totally happy for Oliver to set up the tent, but they promised him that from the moment he headed off to bed within it at night, they wouldn't venture so much as a single step out into the garden to disturb him.

Gratefully, though indeed they had no idea just [i]how[/i] grateful he truly was, Oliver hugged his parents tightly. At the same time though half the reason behind his elation and the broad, giddy grin that spread across his face wasn't anything to do with them. Rather, his joy was due to the fact that Espeon had been listening in telepathically upon the conversation, and was lavishing him with psychic praise of her own. Praise, and a promise that when night-time came and they were alone at last, they would more than make up for what time and passions they had missed out on over the last couple of days.

That afternoon, Oliver set up the tent. He didn't just assemble it however, but ensured that tonight they would be sleeping in absolute luxury, pulling the blankets and pillows off his own bed, carrying them downstairs and laying them out across the tent floor to ensure an extra soft and cosy sleeping surface. With Espeon dozing on the lawn, half genuinely catching up on sleep she had missed out on due to her frustration the previous night and half resting up for a sleepless night ahead, the human trainer strolled back and forth between tent and house with a dozen little luxuries. With countless items they wouldn't normally have had access to on the road, from those extra blankets and pillows to some human and pokemon friendly snacks to help them keep up their energy when the night was finally upon them.

By the time dinner was served and Oliver sat and ate with his family, he was so worked up that only Espeon's influence upon his body through his mind was able to keep him from getting physically aroused right there at the table. Even the powerful psychic pokemon herself was having a hard time maintaining control as waves of ever more obscene fantasies radiated out of Oliver's mind and crashed through hers. She could have stopped them, could have simply asked him to stop safe in the knowledge that he would never seek to disobey her. But truth be told, frustrating and desperately arousing as it was, she didn't want him to stop. She was delighted to feel how desperate just a couple of days of not being able to physically please her had made the human who served her with such devoted adoration. It comforted her to know that he cherished that element of their relationship so intensely, because without a doubt these last few days had made her realise just how much she revelled in it too.

Finally after a long, drawn out evening spent by both pokemon and trainer trying to find [i]anything[/i] to do to pass even a few moments in some productive and remotely distracting manner, it was late enough for Oliver to use the prior night's lack of sleep as an excuse to turn in early. He made a point of going through all the normal motions of saying goodnight to his parents, of visiting the restroom, washing up and brushing his teeth, before returning to them one final time as what he hoped seemed like an afterthought. A last opportunity to remind them that he really would appreciate a quiet night without interruptions. Once more they assured him that both they and the family pokemon would leave him to rest peacefully, and with that confirmed Espeon rose from where she had been curled up in one corner of the room before padding off in the direction of the back door, calling out telepathically to Oliver as she did so.

'[i]Come to me now, Oliver. Your Queen has waited far too long already, and requires your [b]immediate[/b] attention.[/i]'

Oliver bid his parents a good night one last time and promptly raced out of the living room, while with Espeon's words echoing in his mind his cock began to swell without any further concern over being seen or caught by anyone. The human opened the back door for Espeon rather than forcing her to go through the pokemon-accessible flap built into it, and he watched shamelessly as the psychic pokemon padded gracefully down the two steps beyond to the back garden, her tails purposefully raised and her hips swaying seductively as she flashed Oliver just the barest glimpse of her dampened nether regions. Espeon in turn watched with pride and elation as Oliver giddily raced out ahead of her while she continued to tread regally across the grass. Then with a telepathic sweep back to the house to ensure that they weren't being observed as she arrived beside her human once again, Oliver now on his knees holding one flap of the tent open, Espeon craned her neck and gently, playfully kissed the human upon his already partially open, panting mouth.

Once inside the tent though, with the cool evening sunlight still shining through its rich green canvas, Espeon dropped even the slightest remaining pretence of being just another trainer's devoted pokemon. She rolled immediately over onto her back, and as Oliver began to crawl into the tent after her, eyes bulging at the sight of her legs spreading and her pussy being sumptuously displayed before him, the human cried out in elation as a wave of telekinetic power [i]dragged[/i] him forward at much greater speed, while another burst of Espeon's psychic power swiftly zipped the door closed behind him.

'[i]Feast.[/i]'

Alone together at last, Espeon wasted not a moment on idle flirtation as she commanded Oliver into action with a single, all too familiar word. Her back arched, and a pillow rose on a wave of her telekinetic energy to press itself over the pokemon's own face in order to muffle the scream which she utterly refused to hold back as Oliver's face pressed itself voraciously between her legs. His hands held Espeon's thighs apart to provide him with the most open and uninhibited target possible, and Espeon was even more glad of the pillow's presence as her forepaws clasped at it tightly. Oliver's tongue darted wildly between sweeping strokes across her clitoris and short, sharp jabs in between the flushed lips of her nether regions to explore the outermost reaches of her pussy itself. He gave her everything, and like the Queen she was, Espeon welcomed it all.

'[i]Oh, my dear Oliver...[/i]'

Espeon's voice rang joyously in the human's mind as he did everything in his power to make her feel good, his mind racing with thoughts of all that he wanted to do for her. Fantasies of a thousand things he wanted to share with her and do [i]to[/i] her, knowing full well Espeon could sense each and every one of those fantasies in all their vivid and passionate detail. Just moments later though, as he continued to eat out the gorgeous pokemon lying writhing before him, Oliver cried out in muffled bliss of his own as he felt a sudden lightness to his body, and realised just a split-second later that both he and Espeon were beginning to float up off the floor of the tent at his beloved Queen's behest. He trembled as he continued to pleasure Espeon regardless of their mutually airborne state, but faltered in his oral attack as another joyous cry escaped him through the folds of the psychic type's hot, increasingly sodden depths. His eyes widened, and Oliver felt his body not just being lifted by Espeon's power, but disrobed. The clothes began to peel themselves off his body; trousers sliding down, shirt unbuttoning, even the waistband of his underwear being telekinetically lifted up and over the throbbing tip of his already rampant erection. He gurgled happily into Espeon's pussy as he even felt her power holding his head in place, thus allowing him to lift his arms and let her strip him entirely naked without losing a moment of the intense pride and pleasure that came from ceaselessly devouring her most intimate and sensitive reaches.

No sooner had the last vestiges of Oliver's clothing fallen away, the two bodies trembling and gasping within the tent's confines began to descend towards the blanketed floor once again. When Oliver's hands made contact with Espeon's thighs again however, they didn't just grasp them this time around. Instead his arms wrapped themselves all the way around the pokemon's loins from below, trapping her even more tightly against him and drawing Espeon's spasming, quivering pussy harder against Oliver's skilled and ravenous tongue. After that, it was a matter of seconds rather than minutes before the human's beloved Queen lost all control. She yowled and shrieked into her pillow as her hips bucked uncontrollably against Oliver's face. She screamed outwith and inside the human's mind as she found his entire consciousness consumed by a single, repeated plea being shunted through his very soul towards her writhing body.

'[i]Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. [b]Cum![/b][/i]'

After having been made to wait when normally she would act on the slightest twinge of desire for her companion's body, Espeon had already been on the fast-track to orgasm. Now though, with her lover's mindless internal pleas and his tongue doing a fantastic job of urging her body to the brink of climax just as passionately without having to speak a single word, nothing could hold her back. She wailed into her pillow as she felt herself careen over the edge. Her body convulsed; toes curling, tails twitching desperately and eyes rolling wildly in their sockets as her pussy gushed across Oliver's greedily slurping, joyously gurgling face. Espeon rode the high of that almighty, long awaited orgasm for all it was worth, and each time Oliver lavished fresh, abundant affection upon her with his lips and tongue both to draw out her bliss and to taste as much of her copious juices as possible, she thrust her hips up against his face with a fresh, muffled shriek. She writhed and thrashed and came on and on until finally as horny as Espeon was, as desperate and needy as her body remained, it simply couldn't sustain the ongoing high of that first orgasm any longer.

Panting and twitching, Espeon manually pushed the pillow off her face because in that moment she honestly wasn't sure if she had the focus to do so with her almighty powers. It had been a long, [i]long[/i] time since she had been this overwhelmingly horny. So horny that her normally near limitless psychic abilities were constrained by her sheer lack of focus, and the raw intensity of her own libido's control over her vast mind. Thus it further delighted her when before she could address him telepathically, as she craned her neck upward to regard Oliver, she already found the human anticipating her wishes without any need for such commands. He crawled up her body, looming over her though with reverence and adoration rather than the slightest trace of a wish to assert any dominance, and was already pressing his hips down against hers. Already grinding his straining erection at the soaking wet outer reaches of her still clutching pussy, when finally Espeon managed to gather herself enough for a plea even more frenzied than the one with which Oliver had begged for her release.

A plea coming not from a Queen. Not from a noble and powerful entity such as Oliver knew Espeon to be, but from a wild beast whose urges now held almost total command over the rest of her, and wouldn't relent until her demands were fulfilled not just once, but repeatedly until such a time as doing so simply wasn't possible any more.

'[i]Fuck me! [b]Hard![/b][/i]'

Espeon's mind screamed maniacally Oliver.

'[i]Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Fuck me again and again and fucking [b]again![/b] And please, please god, Oliver, if I ask you to stop? If I ask you to let me take a break or catch my breath for one single second?! Ignore me, and fuck me [b]harder[/b] until I can't even beg you any more![/i]'

By Jeeves

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