"Fuck me harder…" gasped a supple little Espeon.

She then let her head fall to her side, as if uttering these words was a great interruption. Instead, she turned her attention to her supple pink fur of her back rubbing against the dusty, rust red rock beneath her back. The tangerine-pelted Flareon began to pump even harder at her utterance, causing the friction from her back on the rocky earth that surrounded them in the fresh cave to give off billows of dust.

Along the raised veins of his throbbing manhood, trickling out like the beads of sweat dotting his neck was Espeon's love juice, the sign that Espeon was enjoying herself.

And operating inside of her pleasure was the half hidden, half ignored ecstasy she got from this crime, this sin, this transgression- the ungodly pleasure she derived from mating with, instead of battling with, her opponent; It was the corrupt smirk on her face, the gentle pawing of his featherlike mane, the confused thoughts of their masters, the coy twitch of her delicate, forked tail; and the stream of sin that was flowing out of her hole.

"HARDER!" She yowled, with a maniacal grin forming shortly afterwards.

"You want it rough don't ya' Baby?" half-grunted, half-spoke the Flareon.

Espeon did want it rough. Now that the tension, the door between pleasure and ecstasy had been broken, there was nothing left inside but her craving- her untamed, ravenous craving. With all the pelvic thrusting he could muster, he began to push in an out of her with the ferocity of a Rapidash in heat. His knees nearly buckled with their own strength. There were no more clouds of dust-There was nothing more to grind into the air. Espeon's dainty frame was now being thrust into hard stone. Her small, wrinkly clitoris was no longer small and wrinkly but engorged with her sin. His drawn back balls swung like pendulums with every push and pull.

Abruptly, Flareon drew out of her, with drips of cumulative love juices dripping off his engorged manhood. With a sigh he moved towards her other hole. Espeon winced with the stings of his penis trying to invade her tight anus, accompanying the twitches and spasms of orgasm that had already invaded her body. He thrust-and her anus gaped open like her mouth did in surprise. She yowled with pain, but waited for the intense pleasure. She could already feel her poop chute tightening with orgasm amidst the burning. Flareon pedelled her even harder than he did before, his pleasure locking him in his own world. Espeon waited and waited, but the pleasure had not come.

Explaining why she didn't just push him out is like explaining starving to someone who thinks hungry is not eating dinner. She craved her long awaited orgasms with insatiable hunger. Finally, her long awaited wave of pleasure came and everything became worthwhile. She lied on her back, paralyzed with pleasure, while Flareon jizzed up her. Tomorrow, she would act like none of this happened. With a wink and a flirtatious nod, they separated and trotted away in opposite directions.