Male x Female Pokemon
Chris pushed himself off the counter, trying not to die from boredom. While other eighteen year olds were hanging out with their friends, playing video games, dating, and having some modicum of a social life, he was stuck in this flower shop. The Floral Studio was smack dab on the outskirts of Viridian City instead of inside the busy metropolis. His mother said that the location helped in finding the rarest of forest flowers, yet he'd never seen her go out to pick one.
Nowadays, he spent most of his time behind the counter. Nobody rang the shop, nobody came into the shop, and not many people even knew this place existed. For the longest time, Chris thought that this shop was merely an easy way to launder money, but not even that had been the case. He'd seen the financials, and, well…
The thought made him depressed, so he tried to think of other things. At least the place smelled nice. Flowers, dirt, the trademark smell of a florist. And hey, with the lack of business, he could be on his phone for most of the day! Even if his mom would scold him if she saw him on it, it was easy enough to look busy.
"Ten more minutes." He sighed to himself, checking some social media platform for the umpteenth time.
He gave a look around the shop. How he despised this place; it had been where he'd been dragged to after school every day until he graduated, hell, he'd done his homework on that table over there when he wasn't working. Chris was almost positive his mother had broken some kind of laws forcing him to work at fifteen, especially when she didn't even pay him.
"Fuck it." Chris walked to the door and turned the lights off, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
He didn' t look back at the store as he walked down the road. The night was cool, there was a comfortable summer breeze that gave him a slight chill. With a small shiver, Chris pushed his hands into his pants pockets, and continued on. He knew where he wanted to go, it was a place he went often after the store closed.
Living in Viridian City was fun, but Chris always considered himself more of a country boy. He enjoyed being outside, away from the concrete jungle and on a forest path. The specific path he was taking now was a somewhat dangerous path to take if one didn't have any Pokemon. Chris didn't mind the danger, however; most Pokemon in the woods could be avoided or scared off with a deep shout or growl. Worst case scenario, he'd kick the Caterpie away.
The forest was alive with activity, more so than usual it seemed. Every few minutes, a Pokemon would walk in front of him, and they'd both freeze. Sometimes it was a Caterpie, other times it was a Pokemon that made Chris wish he'd brought a Pokeball or two. A Pikachu. A Poochyena. Even rarer ones, like a Persian or a Liepard.
Chris, however, had no interest in a Pokemon. He had some, sure, but they weren't really his friends as much as they were help around the shop or the home. It wasn't that he didn't like Pokemon, it was just that… well, he wasn't good at battling. He'd tried before, but always got a panic attack whenever it came to deciding on what to do, or whenever his Pokemon had taken a hit or, Arceus forbid, they faint.
The thought of the week or so he'd spend in a blanket burrito hugging his starter was shook from his head as he stumbled over a root. Chris cursed a bit before frowning and looking back at the root, only to find that it was a rather grumpy Pokemon. His heart skipped a beat as he saw this feral, almost rabid looking Growlithe.
The Pokemon snarled at him, bearing his sharp looking fangs, and that's when Chris decided to get the fuck out of there. With a frightened yelp, he dodged a fiery bite as the dog lunged at him, and, screaming now, he ran down the trail. He felt heat at his back, both the Growlithe and the flame wheel that he blasted out of his maw, igniting the forest around him as he gave chase. Hell, even the ground he ran on was set alight from his paws.
He swore profusely as he ran, gaining significant distance from the Pokemon as time went on. Unfortunately, Chris wasn't an athlete by any sense of the word; his side was cramping, feeling like someone was driving a hot knife into his side, and he was constantly running out of breath. With each look back at the Growlithe, and the hatred that was in his eyes, a second wind was an easy thing to get.
After a few frantic minutes of running in circles, he gave another look back and saw Growlithe, or, well, a lack thereof. He'd either lost the Pokemon, or the little creature was so smart he knew exactly how to cut Chris off to ambush him. Either way, Chris walked away from the area, quickly, when he froze.
The smell of smoke was in the air.
He tried to recall the last time it rained, but couldn't… the realization that he'd heard something about a drought on the TV sent an icy spike down his spine. He had to move, and move fast.
The city was… well, he didn't even know where he was now, but he looked into the sky and saw the light pollution from Viridian City, so he ran towards that. Chris was able to get all of fifty steps towards the city before he was met with a billowing wall of hot flames in the distance. It was quickly headed towards him, like some kind of terrifying specter.
Either which way he ran, Chris was met with more and more fire, more choking smoke, and frantic Pokemon that knew the forest better than he ever could. They were what scared him the most; nothing would be more terrifying than a three foot tall, sixty-one pound Mightyena barreling into him, not right now when he was in so much danger.
When the smoke got bad enough, Chris got on his hands and knees, crawling frantically over to the one area in the distance that wasn't engulfed in flames. As he did so, however, the smoke got heavier, forcing him into a prone position, forcing him to crawl through the dirt. But he was too slow, he knew this.
The fire was too fast, and Chris couldn't stand, couldn't run away from it. He didn't give up by any means, the realization that he'd be burned alive made him crawl faster and faster, but running from the Growlithe had taken a lot out of him. Chris looked back just in time to see some odd, shimmering pink light scoop a Pokemon up and have it rise into the smoke, disappearing in the billowing, inky demon.
The sight made him question if he'd been breathing in too much smoke. Chris shook his head and tried to pull himself forward, away from the fire. He felt weaker and weaker as seconds that felt like hours passed, however. The smoke made him light headed, dizzy, and sleepy.
Right before he passed out, his vision was engulfed in a brilliant flash of pink.
And then he died.
. . .
The afterlife was… well, interesting, to say the least. Chris woke up from his death on a bed of soft, green grass. His face was oddly wet with dew, and so was his clothing. He opened his eyes and looked around, panic set in. All around him was black and grey, the remnants of a forest after a fire. With a quizzical frown, Chris touched his cheeks, face, ears; this definitely was his face.
He wasn't dead, quite the opposite; he was alive, but how? The forest had been on fire, he'd seen the flames close in on him and, the last thing he remembered, was passing out. By all accounts, he should have been dead. Yet here he was, on a bed of green grass, alive, even a little wet. Chris felt something on his back, it fell from him as he sat up.
With a frown, he looked over at what had been on him, and saw a pink blob… thing. It had a long, thin tail that ended in a bulbous tip, rather large legs… Chris' heart skipped a beat as he realized what… who, this Pokemon might be. With a shaky head, Chris turned the Pokemon over, and saw the sleeping, oddly feline face of Mew.
He just… looked at it for a while.
Mew. It was Mew. An actual, real life, real deal, one hundred percent, in the flesh, Mew. The small Pokemon was breathing, which was good; it hadn't died from the fire. Chris reached over and poked it; Mew had soft skin, it almost felt like fur, but there was none there. It gave a soft, mewling cry, causing Chris to retract his hand in a flash.
He watched as the Pokemon stretched, giving an adorable yawn as its big blue eyes opened. Mew looked around curiously for a few seconds, as if it couldn't recall where it was, and then it saw Chris. Again, a big yawn, then Mew smiled and waved at Chris before floating up into the air. He was about to say something when Mew suddenly gave a small cry and fell from the air.
He caught the light Pokemon easily, Mew looked up at him with an exhausted smile, and almost instantly shut its eyes and went back to sleep. Chris didn't know what to do. On one hand, Mew was a Pokemon, so it would be easy to just let it go and forget he ever saw it, on the other… it was fucking Mew!
Instead of letting it rest on the ground, Chris got up, his entire body aching and screaming to sit back down. He was woozy, lightheaded, and dizzy, but as he started walking, he began to feel slightly better. Whenever he got the chance to, he'd look down at the sleeping Mew in complete amazement. He blushed a bit when he gave a look up and down Mew, and saw that, in fact, it was a she. And she had a rather nice slit between her legs…
Chris quickly looked away, blushing fiercely as he made his way towards Viridian City. The trail was gone, but so was all the foliage in the woods, so getting home was rather easy. On the perimeter of the forest, he saw all sorts of firefighters and police officers and their Pokemon, Chris avoided them, however. Last thing he wanted was to be seen with Mew, even if he could just say that she was his.
He walked to the florist shop, using his body to shield Mew from any prying eyes. His family lived in a flat above the flower shop, he walked through the door and into his room, quickly, silently shutting it behind him so as to not draw any attention. Both his mom and dad would be at work, so he'd be able to spend most of his time today nursing Mew back to health.
Chris sat the Pokemon down on his bed, resting her head on the pillow and pulling a blanket over her. Mew was way too small for the bed, she looked comically small on it, and it did get a chuckle out of him. He sat down on the comfortable bed next to Mew, and gently began running his hand over her head. She was so incredibly soft… it was hard to pull himself away from her.
Chris got up, eventually, realizing that all he could do was let her rest. When he went into the bathroom to relieve himself, he looked at himself in the mirror and realized just how bad he looked; cut, scraped, dirt all over his face and neck… he needed a shower. It was a force of habit when he went into his room to strip down. He hadn't even thought about Mew, how he was getting naked in front of her until he'd wrapped the robe around himself.
He turned, and was glad beyond words when he saw that she was still deep asleep. Chris walked over to her again, giving her a small pet on the head when he felt some odd urge rise up inside of him. With a shaky hand, he raised the blanket and pulled a leg downwards, getting another view of her slit.
It was small, pink as the rest of her, but one could clearly see just how female she was. Quickly, the perversion got to him, Chris ashamedly put the blanket back down over Mew and tucked her in. He hit himself in the head as he left the room… how fucking stupid was he?
He tried not to think of how degenerate he was as the cold water rushed down his skin. The water soon grew warm, and there was quite a lot of time spent in there rubbing himself down with soap. So much dirt and whatnot fell from his skin that he hardly recognized himself by the time he was done. Once he was finished, Chris sat down, cross legged, in the bathtub, sighing.
There was some part of him that couldn't stop thinking about what lay between her legs. It didn't take long for Chris' length to nag him, nor did it take much resistance for him to take care of it from the mere thought of Mew's wonderfully small slit. When he had finished, shame made his face hot and flush, he quickly got out of the shower, not wanting to be alone, naked, and in the company of his deviant thoughts any longer.
Chris berated himself as he dried off. What should have been a relaxing shower had turned into something he'd prefer not to think of. After all, Mew… well, it was fucking Mew! He couldn't… shouldn't try to do anything with her. That would be wrong beyond words. She was a Pokemon, not his fuck toy...
While he didn't know much about Mew, he did know that she was one of the first Pokemon… shouldn't the age difference alone be enough to skeeve him out? The more he thought about it, though, the more he realized just how little he felt about the ordeal. Mew wasn't some stupid Pokemon; from what he had been told by people who supposedly knew people who had Mew, she was rather smart, and playful.
If she did anything… to him, wouldn't that be okay? She knew what she was doing, after all… Y-yeah. Chris would be fine. Right?
He looked over at Mew, she was still sleeping on the bed, snoring, even! It was cute, adorable! With a shake of his head, Chris got dressed in a fresh pair of clothing and sat down at his desk. Before he ran through the motions of playing any sort of game, it struck him just how tired he really was.
Chris got up and stripped down to his underwear, and looked at the bed. Mew was softly, soundly sleeping, and sure, he could have just slept on the couch, but when was the next time he'd be able to cuddle with Mew, the Mew? It didn't take long for him to throw the blankets off of her, scoop her into his arms, and get into bed with her. As he drifted off to sleep, he cuddled Mew like she was nothing more than his old stuffed Teddiursa.
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Chris awoke to a crash, sometime in the afternoon.
He pried his eyes open and looked around, the room was hazy and blurry. Looking around, he saw a floating pink Pokemon rummaging around his room. When Mew saw him, she gave a happy cry and barreled into his chest, seemingly elated at not being left in the forest alone. Chris was in a bit of shock, but he hugged the soft creature back.
Chris looked down at Mew, and was surprised when the Pokemon looked up and locked lips with his. It was an electrifying feeling, having his lips squished against hers, and it sent shivers down his body. Before those devient feelings came back, however, he pulled away from Mew, grinning, but with a stern look on his brow.
"L-Look, Mew… I think you're cute and all, but you're a Pokemon!" Chris tried to show her that it was wrong, but she just tilted her head to one side. "Well! I'm a… I'm a human!"
Mew looked down at his scrawny frame and boxer briefs, then back up at him. Chris quickly pulled a blanket above his growing manhood, embarrassingly, easily, aroused by Mew's kiss. He sat down, but Mew was quick on him. That same psychic energy that he saw right before he passed out, that pink, shimmering… thing… it formed around the blanket.
He tried to hold onto it and bring it down on his underwear, but it was impossible. Mew, it seemed, was determined to see his bulge. Well, once she'd flung the blanket across the room, Mew turned back to him with a smile, and got down near his groin. She moved his hands off his throbbing length and looked up at him.
Before he knew what was happening, the pink stuff was around his underwear and had pulled them down around his ankles. With his length up in the air, nothing stopped Mew from cooing at it, looking at him with her big, curious eyes. It throbbed openly as Chris nervously fretted with his hands, wondering why she was just looking at it. Surely, someone, something, as old as Mew had seen a human's before…
"I… um… th-tha...t's… that's my penis." Chris awkwardly said, stroking it a bit. He wanted to breathe some more life in it, but that was impossible; his cock was harder than he'd ever seen.
"Mew?" She curiously asked, poking at it with a finger. He throbbed at the touch, causing her to recoil and giggle.
Chris watched as she moved her lower body upwards, looking down at what lay between her own legs. Surely enough, it was a small, pink slit that Chris wanted to just… touch, fondle, fuck… anything…
Well, she'd touched his, so it was only fair… With a shaky hand, he reached out and pushed against Mew's lips. It was considerably squishier than the rest of her body, and the fur felt almost like velvet. Mew giggled at the touch, not pulling away, so Chris went a bit further, running a finger up her, again, she refused to move. This time, he was a bit more daring, pushing in slightly, spreading her pussy ever so slightly, and felt her wonderful warmth on his finger.
He wasn't sure if he'd gone too far, or had somehow offended Mew, because she pulled away without a giggle. It wasn't until she went to his groin that he chalked it up to her curiousness getting the better of her. She began to touch him, feeling his balls, his throbbing shaft, rubbing the tip in the palm of her small hands. For Chris, who'd never really been touched much before, it felt nothing short of awesome.
A small bead of precum ran down his tip. Mew reached over and touched it, adopting a surprised look as it pulled away from him. A strand of it fell onto his sack, she watched as the fluid was squished between her fingers. As curious as ever, Mew reached up and licked her hand clean, her eyes growing wide with surprise and delight. Chris moaned as she went down to his shaft, beginning to lick it fervently.
He hadn't expected things to go so fast, but Chris wasn't complaining. The feeling of a soft, warm tongue on his throbbing, shuddering prick wasn't something he didn't enjoy, quite the contrary. Mew was so energetic in her licks that she got as much of his pre as she could have wanted, and then some. She took long, quick licks up the length of his shaft, her saliva mixing with his own pre, drooling down and pooling on his sack.
Mew, as if trying to encourage more pre, began gently rubbing and feeling around Chris' balls, coaxing more and more out. He squirmed under her touch, and couldn't find the strength to sit up anymore. Falling backwards, Mew was smacked in the face by his shaft, and she couldn't help but giggle at Chris' fall as she went back to licking.
Soft moans escaped his throat as his cock was licked. Never before had anything ever felt this good. Not masturbation, not any sort of toy, nothing could rival the soft, yet firm, energetic tongue of Mew. Chris knew he was close, he wanted this to last forever, but couldn't get the motivation to pull away from Mew or do anything that might help prolong her licking.
"M-Mew…" He murmured, but it was already too late.
The moan turned into a whimper half way through as Chris came. Mew gave a surprised cry as she was shot in the face with a rope of sticky white cum, but she quickly got a taste for it. Before he could shoot a third rope, Mew's mouth was around his tip, gently suckling him. Chris cried out with a loud, quivering grunt, and he pushed Mew down the rest of his shaft as he emptied his pent up balls.
Surprisingly, Mew took his entire length without much complaint, and he was surprised at that. Chris wasn't well endowed by any sense of the word, but neither was he average, or anywhere near it. Mew was able to take his inches without so much as a cry, and soon, his entire cock was enveloped by warm, suckling Mew.
What little there was left in his balls was drained and emptied into her throat. Chris stammered some sort of apology as he finished, but Mew didn't say anything. She didn't move, either… didn't even make a sound. With a panicked look, Chris thought he had choked her to death…
Mew, however, had her eyes closed, a small smile on the edge of her mouth, she was apparently just enjoying his length inside of her. With a relieved sigh, Chris stroked Mew's head affectionately, hoping he'd be able to reciprocate what she'd just done to him. He wondered when she'd get off his dick; it was getting a bit sensitive now…
But Mew began to suck again.
Chris gasped as an uncomfortable sensation flooded his groin, and squirmed under her touch. Try as he might, however, Mew and his cock were inseparable. No matter how much he moved, no matter how hard he pushed, nothing could pull his length from her throat.
With a resigned, gaspy moan, Chris grabbed a pillow and squeezed it hard as he was sucked off. Minutes flew by as Mew sucked him, her warmth, the wetness and sliminess he felt giving him a second wind after a while. He wasn't sure if it was that - how seemingly good she was at this - or some psychic manipulation on her behalf that this was possible, but it felt good…
Chris sat back on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows as he watched her work on his length. When she saw that he wasn't trying to free himself anymore, Mew began to work up and down him, her tongue moving back and forth in a zig-zag pattern each time. If licking was good, then this was on a whole other level…
She gave soft, happy cries as Chris scratched behind her ears lovingly, and, just for that, she dove down his cock, making him cry out in pleasure. His thighs shook from the feelings that were sparking in his groin, her soft hands kneading his balls only added to the bliss he felt.
Somehow, impossibly, Chris felt close again. He put a hand on Mew, beginning to push and pull her head on his cock; if she wanted his cum, she'd get it. Chris fucked Mew's throat, moaning loud, loud enough where he'd be concerned about it if he knew his mother was working in the store below, but he couldn't help it. Everything about this situation was awesome, and he was going to take advantage of it as long as he could.
"Y-you… you ready?" He moaned, shivering and panting hard now.
Mew opened her eyes and tried to smile, but he just as quickly shoved her down his cock as he did ask. Chris was too consumed by his lust to even think about just who he was shoving down. Everything felt close, too close, his groin was tighter than it had ever been, he needed release, he needed her to continue for just a few more…
And he was there.
Chris let out a loud, horrifyingly embarrassing moan - one that made his voice crack halfway through - as he came yet again. Mew dove down, for a second time, to his groin, and greedily drank his cum. Pleasure unknown raced through his body, Chris saw stars as he shivered through the second orgasm, holding Mew close. So warm, so tight…
This time, Mew left him. When Chris had nothing more to give, she sucked up his length, his shrinking member left her mouth with a pop and a splat as it fell. The two of them panted, reveling in the pleasure and aftermath of what had occurred. Mew eventually got up and floated over to Chris' face. He was assaulted by a flurry of kisses he had a hard time not returning, putting a hand on Mew's back, stroking it softly. He got so caught up in the making out that he didn't even realize he was slowly growing smaller and smaller.
Chris finally left Mew's lips and opened his eyes, and felt like he took a punch to his gut. As he tried to comprehend what had happened, why he was tiny, Chris looked at his hand, at the big bed he was in, his shirt - that once fit him, how titanic it was now. Why was it like this, why was he short like… he looked up.
Mew was grinning, giggling, covering her mouth with her hands as she laughed.
"Did you do this?" Chris frantically asked.
She nodded, and then broke out in cute laughter. Chris sat there, embarrassed, pouting. After a few seconds, he was pushed down by Mew's tail, the small… well, she wasn't small anymore… the Pokemon hovered up to his lips, and slowly lowered her wet pussy down on his face.
Chris' dick popped right back up as Mew slowly ground herself on him, moaning her name quietly as he went to work on her. Now that they were the same size, he needed to be precise and specific where he licked. If he had taken advantage of his size earlier, his tongue would have easily hit all those wonderful spots no problem. Now, however, there was skill required.
He had to maneuver his tongue around her lips, had to measure her reactions when he'd lick a certain area, or press his tongue into her. The concentration he had surprised him; Chris really cared about getting Mew off. Never before had he ever had this kind of confidence with anyone.
When he felt her tail curl around one of his thighs, he knew he was doing something right. Licking some odd spot, why it felt so good for her he did not know; the female anatomy was somewhat alien to Chris, but he went with it.
To get a better position, and to do what he wanted to do next, Chris grabbed Mew's haunches and flipped her around. She fell without any fight, lying there, legs spread open, groin waiting for Chris. Without so much as a smile he went back down on her. This time, however, it wasn't just tongue he impressed her with.
Mew gasped in surprise pleasure, and squealed her name as Chris slipped a finger inside of her. As he figured, Mew was a tight little creature. Even though they were roughly the same size, Chris had difficulty slipping his index finger in, and couldn't slip more than the first knuckle of both index and middle finger without a pained moan from her.
The thought struck him that Mew might not have ever been with anyone before. For some odd reason, he hoped that wasn't the case; surely, he, a normal human, wouldn't be, shouldn't be, her first. He looked up at her the longer he went down on her. This was Mew, after all… but she just looked so… pleased. Happy.
He wouldn't chicken out now. It was what she wanted, and Chris was more than happy to be the one to bring her to an orgasm… the first orgasm that she would be brought to. With this knowledge in mind, he went back to licking her, fingering her, spreading her walls so they'd be able to better accommodate his length when she was ready for him.
Hands were laid on his head, pushing him onto her harder and harder. For the past few licks, he'd been working her clit with his tongue, his finger flicking upwards every time he pushed in. Mew quivered as he continued to lick her, her legs shaking hard against his back.
It was a position that he would have been comfortable dying in, but Chris' head was soon pushed upwards by Mew. He looked into her big, blue eyes before moving up her, and locking lips. As he deeply, passionately kissed, he led a hand down to his cock, and angled it. With a thrust, he entered Mew.
She shivered, at first, pulling away from him and clenching her eyes tightly shut as she looked down. Chris was about to pull out, but Mew made no move for him to leave her. After a quick, sharp breath, Mew nodded, and looked up at him, a fierce blush spreading across her face.
He'd taken her, Chris realized. A warm feeling filled his chest as he was pulled into Mew's embrace, and an even warmer feeling spread across his groin as he began to properly fuck her. What he felt astounded him, and, for the rest of his life, he'd never forget what it had been like to fuck Mew.
Her walls seemed to drag around his cock with each thrust; as he pushed his length in, they seemed to spiral all over him. Almost like they were rotating and stretching the further he pushed in, and the feelings… they were intense. The heat that she gave off, and the fluids from their combined arousal, it made for one of the best experiences of Chris' life.
Mew gave out soft, satisfied cries as Chris continued to thrust into her. They were cute sounds, and, overall, he strove to make her moan like that. Even as he panted from the physical demand, each time she'd cry out, he'd feel some sense of reinvigoration that would push him to fuck her harder, faster.
Chris fucked her until his head spun. He was dizzy from the exertion, trying to prove his worth to Mew, trying to make sure he got her off before he came. Stopping, Chris began to pant as he looked into Mew's pleasured face… and that's when he saw it.
His carpet, that was. The sight weirded him out; he closed his eyes and shook his head, wondering if the heat was getting to him. However, when he opened them, Chris saw that they were indeed in the air. Mew had begun to float away, softly cooing her name as he rapidly fucked her.
A few seconds were taken for him to marvel at the fact that he was floating upside down. Soon, however, the temptation to continue to thrust, even though he had already relieved himself twice already, came back. Chris hugged onto Mew tightly as he started to fuck her again.
As much as he hated to admit it, for the third time, he felt close. Chris held on deeply, wondering if he was choking the life from Mew as he fucked her, but at this point, there was only one thing that he cared about: yet another explosive finish. And from Mew's shaking legs, she wasn't too far off, either.
The longer he slid his cock in and out, the harder she began to tremble. Mew unknowingly flew into a wall, but Chris just used the extra leverage to continue even harder. Mew buried her face in his neck, mewling her name quickly now, taking soft, trembling breaths.
It was extremely sudden when she was brought to an orgasm. Chris had his hands around her waist, and was gently pulling her on and off, thrusting hard inside, when she suddenly wrapped her tail around his leg, and tightened hard. He felt fluid leak down his thighs, she cried out, moaning loudly, and clenched her walls like they were a vice. With a deep breath, he held himself inside of her.
She was so cute, using him like that. Currently, he was nothing more than a rod she could use to pleasure herself with, and Chris didn't mind that. Being the rod was a lot of fun, and, hell, her orgasm brought him to the edge. Once she finished, Chris gave a few more wonderful, hard thrusts, making her cry out, and then, he joined her in crying out.
There wasn't anything left in his balls. He knew that. Mew knew that. But for some reason, Chris felt like this orgasm really filled her up… he could feel the ropes of cum fly from his cock, from deep within him. It was one of the best orgasms of his life, and he didn't know why. Maybe some kind of psychic manipulation, but Chris didn't care.
With each throb, a fat rope left him, and his entire groin seized up in pleasure. Mew held his head in her arms, stroking his hair like he was some kind of child, but he didn't fight it. It felt good… calming.
After it was all said and done, the two of them sank down onto the bed. They were both thoroughly exhausted from the last twenty-four hours, from the wildfire they'd been in, to the wild sex they'd had. Sleep came easily to Chris after three mind-shatteringly awesome orgasms, he quickly drifted off in Mew's arms, surrounded by her soft, pink body.
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