(A/N Start)
I managed a couple of years without posting another one-shot. I couldn't get this one out of my head though, so hopefully making this and leaving yet another mark on the internet gets it out... 0-o
This story popped into my head from a drawing of the Pokemon by the artist "EZ".
(End of A/N)
I remember ignoring him: the man agitated by my dismissiveness. If I were being honest, I don't even remember what he asked, and was in a rush.
He seemed like someone looking for a specific answer, which meant anything else resulted in annoying reiterations. The best thing to do was move onward, but now, I wasn't even moving.
...Where was I?
The first thing that concerned me was the fact I was lying down. As I blinked a few times, my vision wouldn't come about.
It had been daytime. Where was the outdoor breeze?
"You're awake."
A voice, pitch-shifted downward and male. A chain rattled to my left. I had unconsciously tried to scratch my nose, but couldn't.
The hairs on my body grew rigid. My eyes were beginning to adjust and revealed a dark, unfinished basement.
It was a cold interior, insulation exposed and house niceties scattered around. Most objects were lackluster silhouettes, though the gleam from an air conditioning unit was evident.
Another reason my body shivered was from a chilling vent that filled the silence, circulating cold air on my body.
This led me to notice I was naked. What the hell was going on?
"People, Pokemon, they die every day. Creatures of which we've grown to associate with so closely… I'd daresay a death from either side yields a similar weight."
That voice, the timbre, I recognized it. Any doubts I had and wanting to believe this was a weird dream dissipated.
"You're a special case though… your silence spoke volumes earlier, though it also helps to have done some research." Before he could continue, I butted in.
"What the hell is this?" As I jerked forward, I cursed myself for my voice being desperate, not demanding.
I found myself surprised near the end of that sentence because another thing had just dawned on me.
There was something on top of me. It had prevented me from moving too much. And not just something, someone.
A Pokemon.
"Looks like you notice-"
"Shut up." I wanted to ask a question, but I had so many. All I could do was look at the figure on top of me.
The body was furry, moving to the rise and fall of my uneven breathing. To top it off, two half-lidded red eyes were staring right at me.
"Lycanroc..." She whispered. Her gaze was averted from something, choosing to stare at one side of my face. I realized she was pretending to be unconscious and staring away from the man speaking.
This was good information.
The man sighed at my interruption. "Hm, she'll wake up soon enough. I wanted to continue our conversation from earlier today." The fact this Lycanroc seemed disturbed as well had somewhat put me into a state of calmness as I tried to speculate what was going on.
I had been drugged or knocked out in some manner. This man was the one bothering me on my way home during a walk through Eterna Forest. He also said "Earlier today," meaning I hadn't been unconscious long enough to alert anyone.
"What is a Lycanroc doing in Sinnoh?" I didn't want to play his game, though he was determined to resume whatever I had been ignoring him about.
"She's visiting. I'm surprised you know of Alolan Pokemon. I took you for a not-so-Pokémon kinda person." How vague. She was discomforted by this man's voice.
"Do you own her?" I didn't need to tell this guy about myself. I needed to figure out how to convey an escape plan to Lycanroc without letting him know she was awake. A Pokemon has powerful moves, she should be able to break these chains. She wouldn't even have to break the shackle apart, I'm sure Officer Jenny could figure that part out.
Being naked outside was a thought that crossed my mind for a split second. I quickly disregarded it, I needed to focus.
"She's visiting, just like you. We are mere acquaintances. I guess a better term is a participant."
"I didn't volunteer." I snapped back.
"But you will have to, let's not beat around the bush." He cooly replied. My teeth clenched. There didn't seem a point in pushing this guy's buttons, and I wasn't getting much information.
the room wasn't very revealing as I continued to look around. There was no natural light, though two potential exits were in sight: a staircase and a door with a welcome mat.
"Listen... I could just answer the questions you were trying to throw at me earlier, what's the difference in having answered them outside versus being strapped in here? You're gonna get yourself in trouble." Silence followed for a few seconds.
Lycanroc twitched. She was taller than I thought Lycanroc were, matching my height while splayed out. A part of me was thankful she was keeping me warm, though I felt slightly embarrassed.
"I never planned on simply asking questions." I breathed in deeply. This was not going in the direction I hoped.
"So you knocked us both out. I'm restrained, yet the Pokemon capable of breaking us out is on top of me. What's your game?"
"It is research." He spat back, annoyed at my jab at this being pleasure-related. Squinting my eyes, I realized the room was simply very dark, so much so that I doubted he could see us well.
"Hard to research when it's this dark." I was hoping Lycanroc had picked up on my loudmouth analysis of the situation.
She could break us out, so what was the catch?
"My research covers a couple of things. This experiment in particular could be perceived as psychological. As for your partner, she's not gonna challenge me, the antidote hasn't given her back full functionality. Even with it back she'll be willing to participate, just like you." This wasn't making sense, he was holding back something.
"Show the incentive." Confidence had begun flowing back into me. This Pokémon was powerful and easily capable of closing the distance between her and the man, it was only a matter of time.
A click, followed by a buzz. Warm lighting filled the side of the room far from the man and us.
It was a space away from the staircase and door, one I hadn't been able to see well. What I saw left me speechless.
It was my sister. Tied up, and blindfolded. Next to her was a Lycanroc. An aged adult that I presumed to be a parent to the one on top of me. That one wasn't blindfolded, though was tied by the feet and hands.
The anger was immeasurable in its eyes. No, it was a motherly look. It was this Lycanroc's mom, and she was piercing my gaze with every emotion capable of filling me with distraught.
"Listen up." My head snapped over to him. I was furious, though kept my rage silent because my sister seemed unconscious.
"Lives are at stake, let me make that clear. You can save either your sister or the Lycanroc's mother."
"You piece of shit." I seethed through grit teeth. The Lycanroc tightened her embrace upon hearing his statement.
"Wakey wakey Lycanroc, I'm sure you've stirred by now and you'll want to hear this. You'll need to hear how to save your mother, whereas he needs to know how to save his sister." His tone was ushering our attention, it pissed me off.
Lycanroc shifted to her side, somewhat clenching me for comfort and glancing at his figure.
"If you cannot reproduce with the man beneath you, your mother is done for." Though I couldn't see his eyes, I felt his gaze switch to me.
"If you cum in the next 5 minutes, your sister is done for." My mouth opened. I didn't have a response, I just hadn't registered what he said.
"Time starts now."
Lycanroc and my eyes immediately met. She positioned herself and it was the first time she lingered above my body. Her belly was matted from how long she had been pressed against me, and it left mine feeling cool and naked.
She was so damn afraid, it made me sick. However, my brain was amazingly quick on my verdict.
"Just kill me." Lycanroc had looked somewhat ready to try kissing me but stopped when I said that.
"I do not intend to kill you. It's either your sister or her mother." Lycanroc's muzzle planted against mine before I could retort.
"mmph!" Her muzzle was wet. She had pecked my lips and drew back when I made a noise. Both forepaws held the sides of my head weakly, wanting to hold me in place but now resting in shock at what she had done.
"Lycanroc." My voice was calm. Our eyes locked again, and she was desperate, conflicted, and pained.
"I can't kill your mom, I refuse. You don't want my sister to die, right?" Her fluffy chest showed her breathing was quick.
Lycanroc's eyes were wide and she shook her head. "It's an impossible choice, and I don't expect either of us to feel responsible for either outcome. We'd both rather die, yet he doesn't plan on killing us." She continued to listen, not seeming to care I was eating up time and anticipating an answer.
"Break me out-"
"You will leave me no choice." He interrupted, not intending to elaborate.
In a couple of seconds, many thoughts went through my head. There was no more talking, I simply needed trust.
I decided to feed it first.
I craned my neck while maintaining eye contact. It was an invitation for her to nestle herself, kiss my neck, whatever she decided, though was not because I wanted that.
Miraculously, she leaned in and began planting her muzzle against spots of my neck, meekly licking different areas with her warm tongue.
"Break me out of the shackles and we'll charge him," I whispered on her left side, certain he could not hear me.
"Do you know quick attack?" The man was right about one thing when speaking of me. I was not a Pokemon person. My parents had raised us with a distaste for trainers, simply because they didn't want us being far from home. We didn't even have a household Pokemon, which was uncommon.
Even so, I've been to friend's houses and seen enough in the wild to know just how intelligent they are. When Lycanroc's ears twitched at the words "quick attack," it amused me how this wild Pokémon seemed to instinctually recognize that command.
"Lycanroc." My cheeks tinted red as I begrudgingly mewled her name, wanting to ward off suspicion before I resumed whispering.
Her body pushed against mine and it seemed she was waiting. Her mother caught my attention, watching with angst as we crafted an escape attempt.
It was clear neither of us would let them die. We would die trying. Two more ideas flashed in my head, and it didn't feel like we had much time.
The man was silent as our crappy foreplay slowly escalated. She continued to kiss my neck and was maybe suckling a bit. A weird, foreign feeling had flared in me, though I paid it no mind.
"Rock smash...?" I whispered questioningly. Lycanroc took this as a call to action, not realizing I was trying to figure out her full move set.
Before I could even flinch, her claws glowed and destroyed the shackles with amazing precision.
We had been on a single, cheap bed, and everything in arms reach ran through my brain for potential use cases.
"Sand Attack, then quick attack!" I said this as we rolled off one side of the bed together, sheltered from the man.
With an extreme amount of adrenaline, I grabbed the cheap bed from beneath and flipped it upwards. During its air time, I pushed forward.
Lycanroc had run to the left and behind some furniture, a route I hadn't considered. A gunshot rang out and the bed suffered a blow.
I felt myself begin to drop, realizing the bed was falling. I don't know what I intended to do after this, maybe jump over the bed?
As I was falling with it, staying behind its cover, he shot more bullets. They tore up the bed, all where Lycanroc would have been if she had stayed beside me.
"Roc!" That was my cue. I grabbed a piece of the shackle and stood up. I could see the man's face as he had turned towards where Lycanroc cried out.
His face got blasted with sand and I was cheering mentally that she knew that move. I chucked the shackle and nailed him upside the head.
He fired into the ceiling, his attention split between me and her and hindering his aim. As he tried to point and shoot somewhere again with clenched eyes, Lycanroc had begun quick attack.
She rammed into his gut and I heard the air shoot from his mouth. His arms stayed in front of him as his body flew back, the gun falling from his hand.
"Yes!" I hopped over the bed and kneeled beside the man, who was gasping for breath. "I'll stay here, you can get your mom and my sister." Lycanrocs were very smart, I couldn't believe how that played out.
I fished a phone from the man's pocket, dialing an emergency number. As I was doing so, the Lycanroc's mother embraced her daughter and then approached me from behind.
"Roc." She said energetically and with thanks. She also seemed to assure me that she could watch the man while I was on the phone by staring him down.
I dialed the emergency number and while talking, checked to see my sister was still unconscious. Part of me was thankful and hoped I'd get some clothes, then an ambulance would get her taken care of before she saw me like this.
I tensed when a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.
"Canroc..." the Lycanroc shuddered with relief, face pressed against my nape. I guess she didn't care I was naked, which sort of made sense though made me feel a familiar weirdness.
I disregarded it again and rested my hand on top of hers. "That was pretty crazy, heh..." She said nothing, her gratefulness and relief seeping into me.
"I was only able to be that calm because of you." As wholesome as this felt, it was weird being embraced like this and having her mom stare happily, a strange sense of approval emanating from her.
Officer Jenny had arrived and I hid myself behind the bed.
"I've seen druggies undressed and way worse off," she assured. However, she courteously let her Arcanine stand in front of me while paramedics provided a disposable gown.
Before I could be discharged, I had to answer a stream of questions. I was unharmed, physically, and things could have gotten a lot worse, was the consensus.
The decision of what to do with the Lycanrocs was to be discussed between an Alolan professor, the police department, and a Sinnoh professor.
I was not involved in this conversation and was finally discharged late in the evening. My sister was drugged up and I was to be kept updated on her situation whilst she stayed at the hospital.
This left me feeling restless as I entered home and walked straight to my room. My parents were on vacation, and part of me debated not even telling them what happened, though I'm sure my sister wouldn't keep quiet.
I stripped my clothes off, showered, and went to my bedroom in search of underpants. My brain was replaying scenes from earlier repetitively, and a hot shower didn't calm me down like I had hoped.
While lying in bed, I was more concerned with what replayed most. It wasn't being shot at, it wasn't watching the man getting taken down by a quick attack, seeing the police arrive, or the reveal of my sister and the Lycanroc's mother.
It was of Lycanroc. How she clutched my body in fear, and how she pitted trust in me. Something had just clicked, there was clarity between us, as well as comfort.
I wasn't sure how she felt through the whole ordeal, and for some reason, was curious. We were safe now, yet I was concerned with how she was handling herself.
She was so impressive too. Pokemon had always been something I talked about in awe, watching them from afar. My interactions with them in public, simply petting them or watching trainers play with them had always been highlights of my days.
I groaned and sat up. Energy was coursing through me. I should have just stayed in the hospital waiting room or maybe gone to the police station with Officer Jenny.
Lycanroc was probably there, or maybe at the Pokecenter. My fingers stroked my chin continuously, anxious over where I thought she might be.
This was ridiculous. I huffed and got out of bed. If I walked to the kitchen for a glass of water, maybe moving around this late would make me sleepy.
The kitchen was dark, though a window in front of the sink let moonlight pour through. I knew the kitchen well enough to find a glass and then held it under the sink.
As water poured, I began to realize I didn't want water. It would just make me have to pee. All I wanted was to distract myself.
I shivered and poured out the water, setting it beside the sink for tomorrow. Now that I was only in my underwear, I could practically feel the cool air from outdoors seeping through the window and attacking my skin.
What gave me shivers next wasn't the temperature. The sound of the front door closing faintly made its way into the kitchen. A flurry of thoughts confirmed that no one should be getting home this late at night
I nearly shit myself when right beside me, my phone buzzed where I had set it down. It was a phone call, to which I immediately picked up and didn't even look at the caller ID.
"Whoever this is-"
"Hello? Wait, what?"
My whispers shouldn't reach the front door, though the person calling had begun talking right when I did, wasting precious time.
My heart was thumping hard. "There's someone in my house." The idea of conflict again after what happened today created a pain in my chest I had never felt before.
Even worse, my breathing was off. "You said there's someone in your house?" Was that Officer Jenny? Should I even be talking anymore, where was the person who had entered?
There was a back door in a laundry room attached to the kitchen. An open space led to the living room connected to a hallway with bedroom doors, with the front door entrance at the other end that had a staircase leading up to my room.
Whoever was in here could choose to go down the hallway and into the kitchen I'm in, or they could start upstairs and I could make a move for the front door.
Chills came back but in a nauseating wave. I hated fear of the unknown, hated the dark, but thought I had grown past such childlike frights. Was it resurfacing?
"I know your address, I need you to stay on the line with me and provide more info if you can." Officer Jenny said. I think she had been talking before, but I didn't hear it.
All I heard were the footsteps coming through the hallway. "I..." It wasn't a whisper, it was a moan as if I were about to cry.
Just as I had a surge of adrenaline, it now felt like the fight was leaving my body. I fell to my knees and stared at the ground, holding myself up with my hands as my phone skidded into the refrigerator.
"Fuck." I squinted, then blinked as tears formed. Was this a fucking panic attack? Had I overthought a simple intrusion? Not to blow off the dangers of it, but I couldn't believe I was folding in front of something I should be assessing.
"Ly!" A familiar voice brought me out of it. I looked up and saw who had closed the distance quicker than I realized.
Lycanroc rushed over worriedly and joined me on the ground. She wrapped her arms around me, one paw behind my head, embracing me gently.
It was just like before. I was cold and in a weird situation, yet found a twinge of happiness from the warmth provided by Lycanroc.
Her fur was soft. My rapid breathing slowed down, and most of my thoughts stopped. Most of what I was thinking about was trivial, or me overthinking, but one thing was clear.
I was upset that Lycanroc was going to leave. "I... I'm sorry. I, uh, don't understand..." I chortled, sniffed, then backed up to wipe some tears away.
Lycanroc said nothing, still worried over the state she found me in. Her head tilted in careful observance, concerned for my well-being.
With a deep breath, I couldn't help but grin slightly at what just happened. I picked the phone up quickly, realizing Officer Jenny was still on the line.
"Officer Jenny? I'm sorry, are you there?"
"Yes? Did something happen?" I heard a car door over the phone and blushed embarrassedly.
"I think I had a panic attack, but I got over it. Lycanroc showed up and helped me back up, I didn't realize it was her that showed up.
"...Arceus, ya worried me there. I thought you were just super unlucky, but you simply found what I was calling you about. The professor said he could arrange for both Lycanroc to go back to the Alolan Region, but Lycanroc wanted to see you. I need to merge this call now..." I listened as Officer Jenny muttered incoherently whilst attempting to merge our call with someone.
"Professor Kukui, are you there?" My eyebrows raised at that name. Lycanroc seemed able to hear my phone but I put it on speaker since she seemed to be trying to listen.
"Yes, I'm here. I'm assuming Lycanroc arrived?" While Prof.Kukui seemed to have been predicting this, Officer Jenny replied in a surprised manner.
"Yes, she did, I still don't understand how you anticipated that would happen." He chuckled and cleared his throat.
"I'm sure you're both confused, but think of it this way. Pokémon respect and obey their trainers as they collect more and more gym badges, or simply spend time with their trainer and bond. It may have been a first encounter for you two, but it was an intense one. Based on Officer Jenny's report on the events that transpired, I would say Lycanroc was not only impressed by how you handled the situation but also enamored with your behavior."
"That's..." I laughed and bit my lip. "I mean, she kicked that guy's tail once she broke me out." Lycanroc was staring at the phone, not yet satisfied with the message she wanted to convey.
"Well professor, that certainly helps me understand," Officer Jenny started. "But even more so, you had given me word for word every detail of what went down at that house, and I would say Lycanroc had only been capable of such a takedown because of you. She was scared and desperate, and you were able to navigate that situation in a perfectly investigative and reassuring manner. Even without a guarantee for everyone's safety, it was clear your priority was to save everyone. I think Lycanroc admires your compassion, especially during such a stressful event. Despite just meeting, the two of you established pretty good empathy and upon breaking out, were able to team up and take him down."
I stared at the caller ID, touched by her words. Her speech felt like it had come from Lycanroc herself, the way she also stared at the phone with a sense of approval.
"I... thank you, Officer Jenny."
"Well listen up because we're back to the part where Lycanroc is now at your house. I'm assuming she brought her message?"
"You mean that wholesome story wasn't the message?" I joked, but in actuality, felt a bubbly feeling for where this was going.
Lycanroc held a paw out in front of me. In it was a Pokeball.
"I'm assuming by silence she's shown you the Pokeball," chimed Prof.Kukui." I covered my mouth, nodding silently. She looked at me, now nervous.
"Yeah, she showed it." I took the ball from her hand and then pulled her into a hug. "It's a no-brainer for me." I tapped her back with the button of the ball and she was absorbed by the red beam of light.
It shook once, clicked, and then immediately opened back up. She materialized and in a split second, clung to be like a magnet.
"Well I'm glad I could be a part of such an amazing moment. There are details to be situated, but for tonight, rest easy and be ready for tomorrow. Officer Jenny, you have a nice night."
"You as well Prof.Kukui, good night you two." the two happily spoke. The call ended, leaving Lycanroc to excitedly switch gears.
Holding my hand, she walked towards the entrance of the house and I followed. "If you're trying to drag me outside, I'd rather be in more clothing..." Though she didn't turn and kept moving, I could have sworn she smirked at my comment.
"Oh, upstairs?" Did she want a tour of the house? That didn't seem the case as she passed the bathroom, a closet, and a spare bedroom.
At the end of the hallway, the cozy and quiet corner of the upper level was my bedroom. She let go of my hand and walked to the entrance, stopping as if running into a wall.
I saw her body tense as she exaggeratedly drew in a deep sniff. When she turned to look back at me with a grin, I for some reason blushed.
"Wow, do I smell that bad?" I rubbed my fingers together whilst chortling, a mixture of humor and bashfulness swirling in me.
While maintaining eye contact, she dramatically took one step backward, officially entering my room. Quickly, she turned and took a few looks around. I followed her in and Lycanroc beelined for my bed.
It was a cozy double bed, great for spreading out like a Staryu. It was against the middle of the wall with a nightstand on each side and a window on the opposite side of the entrance showing the forest and starry sky.
Seeing Lycanroc stop beside my bed, and simply realizing I had an official Pokemon had made me giddy from many emotions.
With an energy similar to hers, I went to the bed and leaped onto it, landing in the middle and rolling to the end further from her.
"Hah!" I exhaled joyously. "You'd think I would be tired after all the stuff that's gone on but I am just filled with energy!" I beamed at her and crossed my arms behind my head.
Lycanroc's tail wagged and she leaped onto the bed. Immediately, her face sunk into the pillow and I could hear her inhaling its scent like a drug. For some reason, the action reminded me of a kid that would hold a stuffed Pokémon close to them and gain reassurance from.
"I guess I smell good then." I chortled. My teases toward her sniffing habits earned a waggish side glance.
Lycanroc pushed herself over to and on top of me, affectionately sniffing my neck. Her nose was wet and occasionally touched me, though any moistness that met my skin became heated by her rapid exhales.
I found her behavior adorable, and once again her fluffy body was comforting against mine. Usually, I'd be under the covers by now but if she was gonna be sleeping with me, I'd die from heat being this close to her.
Suddenly, Lycanroc began licking me. They were petite strokes of wetness against my skin, like little kisses. Her eyes were open, ears slightly tilted back, and she gazed at me for attention.
I beamed, receding a hand and placing it atop her head, running it down her back. My hand disappeared into the fur where her wild looking white mane flowed upward.
I curiously trailed my hand back upward, following it's direction, then to her face where it ended adorned with a black accent that had fallen over her face. While petting her, Lycanroc dipped her head and caused that part of her mane to swoop in front of her eyes.
When I moved it out the way, I revealed myself to her with a twinkle. A sudden idea crossed my mind, and so I dropped my hand on top my chest. As soon as she looked at me, I leant in a delivered a tiny peck on her nose, my way of imitating her previous licks.
Her spiral-like eyes seemed to gain circles as they widened in surprise at the foreign gesture. I scratched behind my head. Her eyes followed my hand then went back to my face, observing each and every one of my movements with curiosity.
It was nice to see this side of her, compared to what I initially saw. I thought back to all the Pokémon I had played with or received affection from, but this just felt like a whole different type of bond, something that only trainers possessed with their Pokémon.
Lycanroc's gaze had shifted to my eyes, a stream of thoughts seeming to go through her head. I wondered what she was thinking as she seemed to be processing my actions?
Without us having to say anything, it was like we had buried the hatchet on our recent trauma, and we're even thankful to have met each other through such an upsetting event. Despite our little amount of time together, that left us with deep interest, yet strong trust in one another that I could feel.
My heart began to beat in a way that felt familiar. It was that same feeling when we were last against one another during the provoked foreplay. I gulped and subconsciously dropped both hands to my sides, letting my head rest against the pillow.
Now staring straight up, Lycanroc's curiosity pushed forth and an idea seemed to have finally snapped her out her thoughts. What I wasn't expecting was for her to press her muzzle against my lips.
It was like the kiss from the previous scenario, except the intent and feeling was completely different. I began to question if this was more than affection towards me, perhaps connected to the feeling within me that was swelling.
She began licking, her muzzle parting and tongue pressing against my lips. I could feel her curiosity attempting to push my lips apart and explore further, if I could even call it curiosity?
"You know what I want."
My eyes widened. It was what her eyes were telling me as her paws snaked their way to the sides of my head. This gesture was intimate and I had been oblivious toward where this was building up toward.
Her body shifted forward a bit and as if trying to hold her in place, my hands attached to her sides. Did that mean I wanted what she wanted? Was her desire connected to the strange feeling that was now causing my heartbeat to feel like it was thumping across my whole body?
"Mmm..." I moaned. Her breath continued to hit my face and something about it became intoxicating. My lips had parted and she wasted no time pushing deeper. First her tongue ran against the fleshy wall of my cheek, then across the roof of my mouth, and finally across my gums.
Her licks had become more adventurous, no longer tiny pecks. There was more surface, like an invasive fleshy muscle that left salty and wet traces of her taste inside of me. It was a step up from her smell and I could tell she was hooked on my taste as well.
One of her paws had cupped behind my head, and she turned her head sideways so that her muzzle was completely covering my lips and not just the middle. It was a thirsty gesture, and my moan had been the green light for her to suddenly commit to her idea.
The kiss had been a test. Something that could be perceived as an imitation of me pecking her lips, to which she combined it with her licks. Had I not reacted the way I did, I don't think she'd be acting this way.
The goal had become all so clear to me now. She wanted to pleasure me. Not just for my benefit but because it pleasured her as well. Each reaction I gave her seemed to please her tenfold, as she was dining in my mouth and was getting more and more excited whenever I reacted in pleasure.
In a matter of seconds, the heat in my body that had been building up became very evident in my groin. I was becoming hard and my erection was not only pressed back by my briefs, but by her body as well.
I had never felt this good before, and I quickly realized that I was about to ejaculate. Her tongue was novel. I had never experienced it and was ready to let her do whatever she wanted.
However, I didn't want to cum in my drawers. "Bgh" I garbled and felt my tongue press against hers. The sensation was breathtaking and my stomach twisted. Lycanroc felt my body tense up and realized she had pushed a new button.
Her licks had fully focused on my tongue, perfectly pressing and sliding off of mine, then retreating back to her mouth to savor the taste.
My hands ran up her back and to the sides of her face, where I brought my fingers behind her ears to give small, affectionate scratches. When her tongue retreated, I shot mine hungrily into her mouth, wanting to taste that saltiness to a new level.
Her mouth yielded erotic results. The flesh inside was a texture I couldn't think to describe other than heavenly. As I began prodding around, my licks became in rhythm with a slight humping motion that I couldn't help but do.
Lycanroc noticed this. Her eyes briefly trailed down my body as she let me have my few seconds of exploration, but a few seconds was all she was gonna give me.
She knew I was about to bust and wanted to take action. Her hunger was radiating from her, making me feel like her meal, and that meant she wanted what was about to happen.
Lycanroc swung her body and her knees pressed against both my sides as she was now hunched over above my groin. Her feet clasped against both sides of my face, which another new side of me found extremely hot as her digits pressing against me were an exotic sensation.
My briefs were ripped off, to which I could not have cared less, and at this point wanted her to bite me. My cock relished at its freedom, yet ironically was twitching in anticipation of being trapped again.
In this case, if was within Lycanrocs maw, which has closed around my cock as I busted. I groaned in ecstasy and was fully embracing this new freak side to me. Lycanroc's scent was driving me insane, just as mine was doing to her.
I shifted my head sideways, my nose pressing against her digits and inhaling. I curiously smooched her pads and licked. They felt familiar to her tongue except rougher, and her toes twitched but soon curled forth and pressed into my nose.
As I did this, Lycanroc's tongue was grinding against my shaft, moving slightly up and down as she suckled and sandwiched it against the roof of her mouth. Not a single drop of cum dripped from her mouth, and her swallows had put me on cloud nine as I prided myself on having given her what she wanted.
Lycanroc's lust was reaching new heights. She was quick to push onward and match my weirdness. No longer on her knees, my dick had popped out of her mouth as she fell forward and let it disappear under her furry belly.
She was intent on getting more out of this and to start, imitated my gestures by now sniffing around my feet. I had taken a shower and it seemed that like any part of my body, she was obsessed with the smell and followed her sniffs with a lick.
With little focus on my foot, she stared me down, licking slowly, dramatically. This was foreplay, and she was trying to tell me something during it.
"I'm just getting started." She was hungry, and what she had right now was but a ploy.
Lycanroc knew I wasn't ready for whatever she had planned and was intent on analyzing me, waiting for a second wind.
My heart ached. I wanted to give her whatever she wanted. Those determined, red eyes that were eating me alive, screaming for me to surrender myself.
I don't know what gaze I returned to her but it caused her to shift tactics, something that I wasn't expecting.
She positioned herself so that her feet were back with mine, and her head back toward my face.
"Ly…" She pouted, hugging me as if for emotional support.
"Please?" That was the word that jumped around in my head. I swallowed hard as she nuzzled my neck.
She then started whimpering, a whine deep from within her throat that tore me apart. Her tail wagged, my heart throbbed, her eyes shimmered.
And yet, it was all a facade. I could feel the hunger, the hidden intent behind her performance, doing whatever she could to get me to cum again.
It was that exact obviousness that made my dick throb. This felt like my one chance to turn the tables while she played desperate, where I could be on top.
I kissed her muzzle, wrapped an arm around her back, and decided to try and roll us over so I could be on top of her. My hand disappeared under her mane, gripping her back. As I began hardening, my excitement spurred forth a dry hump.
Lycanroc realized what I was doing, and this was the first time I saw her look at me ferociously. Paws that were once caressing the sides of face or feeling up and down my back moved blindingly fast.
Both my arms were pinned to my sides. Any weight I had begun shifting was being pushed back. I sunk into the bed a bit and Lycanroc bared her teeth, a lustful growl making the hairs on my body go stiff.
Lycanroc growled again, pushing her lower region into mine and rubbing her stomach side to side as her teeth pressed against my lips, then her snout.
Knowing that she harbored no ill intent, a submissive feeling seeped into me. I never considered myself to be like this because I felt it meant I wasn't doing much for my partner, but her behavior was offering a whole new perspective.
Lycanroc's pleasure was in seeing me thirst, seeing me want more and more. I had never felt such a strong need to communicate my need for her love until now.
"P-please." I stammered, craning my neck towards her teeth. My whole body was tingling, begging for her to do whatever with it.
Aside from the aforementioned goals Lycanroc had throughout her sexual antics, it was my submission that she had most wanted. This was the first time a sense of accomplishment and control seemed to take course.
My body was where she wanted it and the only times I would move would be when begging for more, twitching in pleasure, or when she wanted to move me.
She licked tiny bits down my neck whilst keeping her teeth bared as I lay coyly. My dick twitched sporadically, engorging and asking for attention.
Lycanroc's muzzle hovered above my lips again, hot breath making my them feel dry and in need of her kiss. She looked at me now exquisitely, knowing she was free to play.
One long kiss without tongue and sincerity told me that I was behaving properly, just as she wanted. It made my cheeks turn red, and the longer she maintained eye contact, the more fidgety I became.
As she sat herself up, her paws trailed down my body, and then she sat up on her knees and rested both paws on the bed to support herself. Somehow, I had just now noticed Lycanroc's situation.
She was wet, practically dripping on me. Her poker face was wearing thin as a familiar hunger made its reappearance. My cock was completely vertical, waiting for entry and I simply sat tense, staring at her beautiful face.
With one last gesture, she slowly licked the side of her muzzle whilst eyeing me down, then she lowered herself. My full length disappeared and her pace started relatively quick.
Lycanroc wanted results, and while riding decided to lower herself so that she hovered above my body, yet could close the distance between her muzzle and my lips.
Her kisses were quick, mixed with licks against my face. Moving to my ear, I could hear the smack of her lips as her tongue shot out and licked the bottom part. It was an audibly arousing mystery, a weird ASMR that left me entranced and open-mouthed panting.
"Canroc" She whined. Her breaths tickled my ear and she kept saying her name in a forlorn manner.
"Please cum." She was begging, saying her name over and over again, smooching my ear, saying it again, licking and now biting me in random places.
"Ggh…" My breathing quickened. Lycanroc quickened. She positioned back upward and stared me down. Both paws rubbed her tummy as she began slamming up and down my dick.
"Lycanroc!" She mewled.
"Lyca….fuc…." I retorted and had fistfuls of sheets in my hand. Before I could begin thrusting she slammed down and stayed there, her waist pressed against mine.
I pushed into her and gained little movement, fully inside her as her vaginal walls squeezed tightly. The rubbing gestures around her belly as she cooed her name sent me over the edge.
I gasped and ejaculated into her. My head rolled to the side and pressed into the bed, my toes curled, and my muscles clenched as did hers.
Her hands stopped above her belly as she looked at it wholly. I felt myself go numb with ecstasy as my fingers slowly unfurled and relaxed.
"You are… amazing." Lycanroc chortled at my exhausted state. Laying back down on top of me, she snuggled up and caressed my face, whispering parts of her name in my ear.
Thank you…you're amazing…I love you…you taste great… All sorts of praises, love bits, and words meant to flatter or ease me fluttered about. Paws felt up and down my bare chest and it wasn't long until that dominant spirit prompted her to hug me so that I was pressed into her chest.
Almost like a sugar crash, the adrenaline I had had left my body, leaving only a warm feeling all over.
I could certainly get used to this.
