The Romance of Fenrar and Lyra

Chapter 1-

~Fenrar~
I yearned for her. I wanted all of her. I wanted to smell, know, taste every inch of her. I wanted her to be mine. I craved her existence.

Fenrar watched her closely from his place, never to go and disturb her while she worked in the garden. He longed for the exciting, yet pleasurable sensation left on his neck after being touched by her soft hands. He loved the relaxing feel of lips touching his forehead every morning. He loved to watch her smile. It peaked his feelings for her, gradually increasing body temperature. He could not sit still when she was near.
Lyra was working in the garden. A white cap fitted loosely on her head and left a penumbra of shade along her face. She handled the nature with great care, trimming weeds as if they were the threads to a time bomb, and tending to flowers as if they were her children.
He decided that today was the day. He must have her today. He clumsily emerged from the dark greenery of his place, and trudged cautiously over to her. Being a Scolipede, not just a Scolipede- her Scolipede, he couldn't quite keep too much of steady balance. She immediately swung her head over, bringing beautiful locks of auburn brown hair, and gazed gleefully at him with deep, soulful, emerald eyes. "Fenrar! I missed you!" She spoke. He couldn't help but watch every animation from her lips, gently shaping each word with them. She stood up, curving on her back in a sexy fashion (she probably wasn't attempting to), and his face felt flushed.
She walked over to him and placed her hand on his neck, in which he acknowledged and lowered his head. She pecked him generously on the head a single time, then brushed her hand away. His mind was melting. Her kisses were magical. He roughly brushed up against her and slid his tongue out a quarter of the way. She must be mine... He thought continuously. "Fenrar, sheesh, you're very affectionate today!" She said giggling and stroking the crest on his head and kissing him again on the cheek. He knew this was love, but she loved him as a pet or a friend. He understood that he was just a pokemon- her pokemon, but he yearned for more of her affection.
His rough, wet tongue glided over her cheek and around her neck. "Fenrar, ah... What are you doing?" She mumbled through unsure lips. He stopped and locked gazes with Lyra, clearly indicating to her what he wanted. "B-But! You are a- ah!" Before she could say anymore he slid his thick, long, snake-like tongue into her open mouth. "Mm..mmm..." She mumbled in pleasure. Was she really enjoying herself? Would she be able to love him like a human lover? He thought desperately. He wanted more than this, he wanted to know all of her mouth, throat, tongue and more. Testing his boundaries, Fenrar slipped his tongue deeper into her mouth and around the edge of her throat. Lyra replied to this with a heartfelt, "MM!", and then a gasp. She quickly closed her mouth again and began to suck on his tongue.
This was bliss. Lyra, the girl who saved him from darkness, his brightest ray of sunshine, his one and only, was reacting to his lead as a woman. And she was not rejecting him. He slowly realized that the pleasure of her mouth was affecting his whole body, especially one special place. His member gradually lengthened, yet not to full length. Even so, it was still big, long, and yearning. Eventually, his beak-like mouth met with her soft lips in a kiss, while his tongue forced itself into her throat. He held the kiss for a couple seconds, then he detached himself from her using all of his remaining willpower.
Lyra's knees shook, and she dropped to the ground. "Ha.. Ha.. Ha..." Her breaths of struggle even turned him on. Why was he like this? Fenrar's embarrassed and regretful gaze fell upon Lyra. He turned to run away, but he was suddenly stopped by a small, forceful, yet gentle grip. He peered over his shoulder to find Lyra smiling at him. "I also love... Fenrar..." She said kissing his leg.

She was getting ready to strip. Fenrar wasn't sure if his self control could handle so much of her at one time. She tugged at the ruffled white shirt and pulled it up and over her head revealing her pink, lacy bra. Fenrar's member started to peak again. She looked at him with a red face, but she was still shyly smiling. Then, she pulled her green skirt off with two fingers, picked them up, and kicked them away sexily with her feet. All that was left were the panties and bra. She shyly walked over to Fenrar, sat down and turned her back to him. He readied his conscious and eased towards her with his beak. The sunlight softly wrapped its warmth around her fair and delicate body. His breath touched her back, and she shuddered- half from pleasure. He touched his beak to the cloth holding the bra in the back and snapped it. The clothing fell loosely onto the ground. He gently licked her bare back a couple times, tasting her sweet and soft skin. She relaxed her haunches and slowly lowered her arms. She then turned around to face him. He looked right at her. She immediately turned her face, too embarrassed to face her first lover. Fenrar brought his face closer to hers and gently pushed her head to look at him, and not away. She kissed him over and over on the face.
Fenrar eased up even more bring his forelegs over. He brought his beak up to one of her breasts and began to lick the nipple slowly, but roughly. Lyra let out a soft cry of pleasure and hugged the far side of his neck to prepare herself for him. She held on tightly to his horns as if she depended on him, which made him happy. He sucked deeply on her breasts, engulfing one in his beak. It tasted sweet and clean and pure.

~Lyra~
I never thought I would love him like this. I needed him. Begged for him. Did he feel this way all along? My mind goes blank. I love him. He loves me. Now, we will be one.

As Fenrar continued to tease her breasts, Lyra's cries of pleasure grew louder and more frequent. "I never thought... Ah, ah... You loved me... This way.. Ah!" She stammered through heavy breaths. She could sense a hidden fear inside Fenrar. Did he think that he was doing something wrong? That she did not love him? Lyra immediately stopped the skinship and directed her Scolipede lover's face towards hers. She placed a passionate kiss upon his beak, tasting the tongue that had just devoured her body. "Listen... Fenrar, I love you. I have never realized this much until now. I want us to be together, body and soul."
His face flushed and then he abruptly and vigorously licked her face, chest, and neck. Lyra couldn't hold back her small moans. Fenrar was being forceful, but she would have to endure it. He loved her too much. He paused for a heartbeat gazing into her eyes. He showed feelings of love in his eyes, but a horny expression on his face. It turned her on slightly. Shuddering, she lifted her legs into a point with her knees attempting to encourage his feelings in a sexual way. "Ah!" She gasped as his beak tugged the cloth sheltering her 'special place'. Fenrar emitted a lewd chirp when he inspected it. "S-Shut up..!" She returned sharply with an embarrassed and shy expression on her face.
Fenrar then approached her entrance with hot breath which made her shudder with anxiousness. She brought her top lip over the bottom in a light bit and repositioned her hands behind her waist to support herself. The breaths turned wet on her entrance as she felt a new, yet familiar texture on her clit. Fenrar glided the tip of his tongue over the surface of her clit. "Ah-h..! Fe-Fen!" She moaned and flipped her head back. The vigorous licks continued profusely massaging her clit and entrance. Her lips cracked into a smile as she pet Fenrar's head. He then proceeded to poke his tongue at her entrance. "Fenrar.. If you keep going then-" Her words were cut off by his big wet tongue slipping into her entrance and replaced with a long moan.

~Fenrar~
She tasted divine. He wiggled his tongue all through her insides as her juices lapped around it. His silva mingled with her juices. She let out a variety of moans: long, short, high-pitched. She even called out his name. He pushed all of his tongue into her vagina and tasted every corner. With a loud "Ah!" Lyra flipped back her head and came on his tongue. He savored every drop. Not planning on releasing her any time soon, he continued to vigorously lick her, and she continued to cum onto his tongue with every boost of pleasure.
Her eyes faded slightly and she was panting. His libido was too much for her, but he wanted to taste more. She was now lying down breathing heavily after each ejaculation. He was still going strong, rubbing her clit with the base of his tongue and wriggling all of his tongue within her. After the sixth ejaculation, Lyra lifted herself up with a light, but heartfelt, moan and pushed his head away. He nuzzled her warm chest. He could hear her strong heartbeat. She stroked his cheek and pressed him closer to her breast. He had fully elongated, and she seemed as if she was ready for him.
She slowly flipped around, legs shaking from the recent ejaculations, and leaned her rear up to his face. "I.. I'm ready now.." She spoke in a hesitant cute voice. He rose from the ground and loomed over her. Her body was too small to completely take his cock. He was like a horse. She blushed more the longer he waited. "D-Don't stare..." But he couldn't help it. Her skin was clean of flaws, and it was bright and beautiful. He gave her entrance another quick lick before mounting her with his forelegs by her arms, and his hind legs by her lower waist. He pressed his elongated cock to the lips of her vagina. "Please... Put it in now..." She said blushing fiercely.
He prodded gently at first, and seeing that he couldn't fit, he tried a little more forcefully. He could hear her shaky moans that grew louder the more he tried to push his way in. The lips of her entrance spread slightly and he took that chance to thrust the head of his cock in. She let out a long moan of pain and pleasure as he immediately started to thrust just the head in and out of her vagina. Her walls clamped around the head. He clenched his teeth and forced more of his cock in her entrance. As he rammed his member against her warm, wet, soft walls, Lyra bit her lip and restrained a cluster of moans. He thrusted faster, loving the way her body sucked him in deeper with each go. He felt an overwhelming sense in his cock. He couldn't hold it anymore. Shoving his cock to her womb, he let out a heavy load of cum. He swelled up so big, the cum couldn't overflow out of her vagina. He was still horny though. Without taking his cock out or letting her rest, he started ramming her again, the same speed as the last. She was so warm, and they would be connected by body now. Lyra emitted many lewd noises and pants, struggling to take in his cock, but wanted more and more of it. He came again.
He continued this pattern for four more times, cumming buckets into her womb.
Her stomach was plump with his seed. He slowly took his cock out, immediately regretting it, and Lyra collapsed to the ground breathing heavily. She did not open her eyes. A small pool of Fenrar's cum flowed out of her vagina, forming a puddle on the ground between her limp legs.
He huddled closely around her after she weakly mouthed "I love you".

-end of chapter 1-