Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: (Another) First Kiss

by Tanuki1029

Everyone wants a second chance, Max more than most. She thinks it's finally here, until it all goes so terribly wrong. All she can do is watch as a fresh start becomes an ancient catastrophe; a taste, so sweet, turns to ash in the mouth, as the hero who defeated Dark Matter finds out what happened when she didn't. (A Pokémon Super Mystery Dungeon Adaptation)

16. Chapter 16: S-E-X-X-Y

(A/N: Sex ahead, as promised/warned last chapter. If you're not interested, treat the end of the last chapter as a tasteful fade to black. If you do want this, well.

You're probably not wasting your time reading this, are you? Enjoy~)

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"X because it's extra baby
Y because it's extra baby
Unnoticed by few
Very very few
And that includes you"

"S-E-X-X-Y" from Severe Tire Damage by They Might Be Giants

Max could show him exactly how stupid he'd been.

"For one," Max said. She rolled over until she lay on her back against his left leg. Her right paw pulled her up with his arm while her left ran all along his scales. "Even if we shared an egg group," he shivered as her paw ran along the crease between his hips and his thigh, "there are so, so many other options."

Ithos meeped as she straddled his left leg and bore into his eyes with her own. When they met, she'd taken him out of his depth over and over again, leaving him hopeless but to cling to her in a vast sea as she taught him how to swim. He adapted quickly, though, and hadn't looked lost for a while. It was a beauty of nostalgia to see that uncertainty in his eyes again.

Max started with the familiar, pressing their lips together. When he tried to reciprocate, though, she pulled away, kissing all along his mouth. As he fought to meet her lips, she sedated him with a slow, deliberate brush of his groin with her hindpaw. As a reptile, he had a natural little slit to keep his sex contained.

She drank in his nervous squeaks of pleasure and finally pressed her lips against his for good. The moment they met, he pulled her closer in desperate excitement. Max rewarded him by letting his tongue dance along her lips while she traced her paws along his scales. As she did, he eagerly reciprocated. He ran his claws through her fur, feeling the pockets of pudge that rested atop her muscles.

He had always been so quick to learn.

She groped the many muscles along his back while he did the same to hers, both of their paws drifting lower and lower. Max continued to multitask with her hindpaw and started running up and down that little slit to coax out its delectable contents. Ithos' paw went to her side, squeezing the pudge of the transition between her hips and her ass.

While his paws grew more adventurous, so too did both of their tongues. Max dipped her own through his lips, and he quickly took over. Ithos dove his tongue through the opening she'd breached and commandeered hers.

He worked along her tongue with his own, dragging the taste of smoke and flame all along its length. She acquiesced to his control above and focused her attentions below. His tongue tasted all around the inside of her mouth between gasps of air when she pressed her hindpaw against his slit. His eyes, closed in focus, repeatedly opened up in mind numbing ecstasy, and he wasn't even hard yet.

With his every taste, every grope, she felt a heat growing down below. It wasn't how she'd always felt need, but she recognized it nonetheless. Having a vagina had been novel at first, but she'd gotten quite used to its new language.

She ground her groin against his scales with a gasp of her own to sate herself for the moment. After all, she still had so much to teach him. When he finally got around to groping her ass proper, she felt his shafts pressing against her paw, holding them in. He instantly lost himself in a daze of surprise, and she decided they'd been upright for far too long.

Not so gently, but not too rough, Max planted her paws on the ground and forced him down. They had a bed, but that would require them to let go for even a moment. Ithos had to roll to his left in half a panic to protect his tail, but he did it just in time.

Max rolled off to lay next to him, propped up on her right arm while her left ran down his scales. She drank in the sight of his body. She'd always thought he was hot, and all their time training honed his natural beauty.

It felt a bit odd how she still enjoyed simply staring at him. Even if it manifested different physically, she still felt the same way. She still looked at anyone she found attractive the same way as she had when she thought she was a guy. She had to wonder, had she always felt attraction the way a girl would, or did she still experience it like a guy does? How did guys experience it? Well, she had a good example below her.

The way Ithos breathlessly stared at her body, she could tell he felt the same. Somehow, this added to the thrill of it. Their eyes met, catching each other in the act. Ithos blushed and looked away, but Max continued to stare. He didn't last long before he had to look again. Max would've been able to tell even if she hadn't seen his head turn, the timid shafts of his hemipenes growing more and more bold.

Now that his tail sat between his legs, his groin became a lump in the transition between his belly and his tail. The nature of his anatomy, it would've been easy to miss if not for the shocks of pink revealing themselves. He started to squirm as she stared, and she took in an eager breath.

"Sorry in advance," Max said with a smirk. She spun around on her hindpaw to straddle his chest like a saddle and lay along his belly. "I know I'm heavy, but I hope you don't mind the view."

Ithos hummed and squirmed, his hemipenes suggesting he very much did not mind it at all. They pushed the rest of their way out of his slit as she shuffled down his torso. She brought her head closer and closer to his groin, making sure to take her sweet time.

After all, he'd forced her to wait a year. It was only fair.

Finally, her head rested on his thigh. She brought her paw to run along his groin while sucking in the heady musk. Even without fur to capture the sweat, it had enough creaks and crevices to cultivate a delectable stench. She huffed a deep breath through her nose, eyes rolling back as she licked her lips. His sulfuric sweat melded so perfectly well with the steamy stench of his need.

Her left paw gingerly held his higher cock while her right got to tracing everywhere else. She'd felt them pressing against her back that one time, but that hardly prepared her for their size. Then again, of course they'd be big to her.

As her right paw drifted lower, she gave a forlorn gaze at the hole situated below his slit. She really was fond of topping, but it simply wasn't an option at the moment. Not without seeking out special tools, at least. Maybe she should… well, assuming she could convince Ithos to let her. Might as well plant the seeds early.

Max drew shivers out of Ithos as she traced around his asshole and groped his cock in time. Each stroke and squeeze, she felt his hole twitch in time with his shafts. The pelvic floor was shared for reptiles as well, then. This one's was, at least. She got to work prodding at his anus and chuckled as he yelped in surprise. She plied him with a few more deliberate strokes until she heard him groaning in pleasure.

Then, she felt warm scales squeezing the insides of her thighs. She hadn't even noticed he wasn't reciprocating, too wrapped up in her own ministrations. He was so considerate.

His paws teased higher and higher a few times. As he reached the crease between her thighs and her ass, his right paw cupped her cheek. His left traced a claw down the crease, scratching an itch she'd not tended to for too long. His warm paws lit her on fire with desire as they drew closer and closer to her groin.

Max purred in her own pleasure and poked her paw against his pucker again. He meeped in surprise again, but didn't clench quite so hard this time. Either he liked it, or he'd endure anything to get her to keep playing with his shafts. It was a shame, though. With one paw occupied with his higher shaft, and the other his pucker, the lower had to stand on its own, high and alone. Max wouldn't stand for this neglect.

She rolled back onto her chest and brought the higher shaft to her lips while her paw shifted to its twin. He hissed in pleasure when she kissed his cock, both paws squeezing whatever they could grab hold of. His right gave a harsh, loving squeeze to her ass while his left came dangerously close to closing her lower lips for good.

Max moaned at the touch and got to work rewarding his efforts again. She pulled his tip into her mouth, sucking her lips over her teeth as she did, and started running her tongue around it. Her left paw gave a constant, light squeeze as she dragged it up and down his length.

Sufficiently distracted, she dipped a nubbin right into his pucker.

"M-MA-aaaaah," Ithos yelped. His surprised clench to keep her out only sabotaged itself. The nascent beginnings of pleasure from the contact heightened with the added pressure.

Perfect. Cock in her mouth, Max grinned. She'd definitely be able to get him to bottom some day.

She left her nubbin in to allow him to acclimate to the feeling and continued with his more familiar pleasures. His warmth started to burn ever so slightly as she continued stroking him. She dipped her mouth further and further onto his shaft in a similar motion as a prelude to the main event. Somewhere in her lost memory, she remembered the motion. It felt so familiar, so wonderful.

Then came the slightly less familiar. Ithos finally pressed a warming finger into her steaming mound. Max tensed on instinct, squeezing around him just like he had. She purred around his cock and sucked it with a deep, desperate breath.

He gently dragged his finger along her slit while the others pressed against the rest of her mound. Their almost burning heat went perfectly with the desperate need she felt to fill herself. For a man who had only ever touched himself, he seemed remarkably capable of playing with her groin. She wondered if he had some familiarity thanks to having an opening of his own.

"I-is that good?" Ithos asked. He was the most adorable thing she'd ever meet. If she wasn't busy sucking, stroking and poking him, she'd have slapped her forehead. "O-or, uh," he seemed to register her humored exasperation, "yeah. You like that, don't you?"

Max dipped her nubbin deeper into his anus and he stopped talking and started mewling. Odd sound for a lizard, but she didn't mind. As long as he shut up.

It got the message across, though, and he continued fingering her. She desperately clenched around him for the stimulation, wishing she had more inside already. That being said, as hot as his scales were, she appreciated all the time he gave her to acclimate. He teased along the border of her fur and her slit with expert dexterity. She didn't really get why until he found what he was looking for.

Ithos brushed against the little nub at the peak of her pussy and watched her shiver from her paws to her ears. She tried to squeeze her legs around his paw to hold it there, catching her hindpaws on his chest. Even with her face in his groin, she could see that self-satisfied smirk.

He pressed one finger against her clit while squeezing his palm against her pussy. For the moment, Max didn't mind the reconfiguration. She still wanted him to fill her already, but there was an appeal to the torturous pleasure of forcing her lips together. He started tracing his claw around her clit, carefully, but with just enough of a close call to make her squirm.

With all new, ravenous desire, Max shoved as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. It had the sour tang of a hickory fire before the lighter fluid had completely burned away. The taste had her squirm and purr.

The feeling of the cock in her mouth was a true delight as well. If she'd any doubts about her promiscuity before her stint in the Dungeons, they had fully left. There was really only one way that having a cock in her mouth could be nostalgic. It was a miracle she'd held off from this carnal desire for so long.

Then again, she'd gotten quite proficient in self-regulation.

His smooth shaft pressed desperately against the roof of her mouth. She bobbed her head along its length a few times to introduce him to the motion, then swirled her tongue around it. Once she'd tasted every inch of it, she bobbed lower once more to taste it all again. Every time he rolled a finger over her clit, she'd swallow it with more and more vigor. He'd even started trying to use that to control her.

So predictable, equally adorable. Max started gently pumping her nubbin in and out of his pucker. He hissed in confused pleasure that only emboldened her.

Then, his cocks started to leak. The flavor of pre hit her tongue first, and she sucked it down like a sweet nectar. More addictive than the Lotus of a Dungeon, she quickly got to work milking as much out of him as possible. A premature squirt dripped along her left paw, so warm, so delicious.

The more she swallowed, the more she felt it burn as it went down. Of course it was hot, but some quirk of his typing gave a different kind of burn as well. It reminded her of whiskey.

After only a taste, she was already drunk.

Ithos' composure continued to slip more and more. Max barely noticed for a while, too engrossed in the delectable snacks before her. She started teasing a second nubbin into his hole while swallowing his length hole and finally noticed he hadn't tickled her clit for a while now. More, as she continued to suck him and stroke him, she could feel his heat rising to a sweltering peak while his hole refused to stop clenching.

He was close.

Max pulled her mouth off his cock with several farewell licks and a devious grin. Ithos whined in disappointment that turned to desperation as she pulled her paw off his cock as well. His hips thrust themselves up towards her, bopping against her nose and muzzle. It was divine punishment.

"M-Max," Ithos whined. His whine turned to a whimper when she pumped her nubbins in and out of his hole a few times to milk his desperation further. "K-keep going, I'm so close. C'mon, please?"

Oh, how the tables had turned. She ground her groin against him in vengeful glee. The ache of her own need was great, but it was oh so worth it. She wiggled her ass towards him while using her tail to wave the scent of her need into his face. "You want me to finish you off?" Max cooed. She continued pumping his pucker in search of a prostate to get him even more desperate. "Make me."

"M-make?" Ithos asked. Max squirmed on top of him in anticipation. He was into denial, wasn't he? "Oh! That's what you mean, okay." That wasn't exactly the begging she was hoping for.

Ithos snatched her legs up in his paws and shoved her off him. His gentle paws turned firm and forceful as he yanked her ass up by the tail. She yelped in pain and surprise but tried to bite back her building anxiety. It was a bit rough for a first time, but she could take it.

He prodded against her entrance once. As empty as she felt, she found herself clenching to avoid the intrusion. Before she could convince herself to relax, the shaft she'd slathered in spit slammed right through. The muscles seized in pain, and her own fluids and spit barely kept her skin from tearing. If she clenched around it more, though, maybe she could get into it.

Ithos bent down to wrap both arms around her and whispered, "You're mine." He bared his teeth behind her and barely touched them against her shoulder. It was nothing more than an illusion of a bite.

Max screamed in terror and shocked him. The attack landed, and she threw him off while instincts ripped her out of herself. Her sexual desire evaporated while she curled up in some corner of the room, clutching her tail to her chest.

The hurt in his eyes registered before she even knew what happened.

"M-Max, are you okay?" Ithos asked. He slowly reached out a paw. He winced. Max realized she'd flinched away.

"P-pi!" Max squeaked, trying to choke down her fear. Half of her wanted to melt into his embrace, but the other half couldn't stop envisioning those teeth and claws tearing into her. Once that look in his eyes registered, though, she refused to give it another moment's thought. "S-sorry!" She took another deep breath and forced herself to go to him.

"Stop," Ithos said softly, but firm. He held out a paw as well, looking right into her eyes. Despite the hurt still there, he smiled. It didn't seem like a contradiction, though. "Max, it's all right."

"Y-Yeah! It's fine!" Max said. She sucked in a deep breath and forced a smile. She couldn't make him feel like she was afraid of him again.

"Max," Ithos mumbled with a sad chuckle. Max tilted her head with one ear raised, smile starting to crack. "Pika-speak." With that, her facade fell. She'd tried so hard to push past it for him, but it was fruitless. Of course he'd know better.

Max slumped against the wall behind her, squeezing her tail to her chest. She took a few breaths, desperate to fix herself. This was his first time—he deserved a great fuck, not a therapy session. She wouldn't let her instincts take this away from her. They'd been having a great time. If she'd just held on for a bit longer, it would've been fine.

"Sorry," they said in unison, Ithos with a nervous smile, Max near tears.

Ithos took the lead first, quickly adding, "I got too rough. I-I thought the biting would be playful, but I should've thought more about your instincts."

"I-Ith-" Max started to say, but immediately cut herself off at the slip. With another deep breath, she tried again. "Ithos, no." Clenching her teeth, she forced her tears away. "I'm sorry. You were doing fine. I don't mind getting rough. I don't know what got into me." She was okay. She was fine. The more she told herself that, the more she believed it.

Ithos, however, was a different story. He watched her with a careful eye. She could feel him looking everywhere at once, even while they shared eye contact. Then, his eyes popped open.

"Codi—right!" he cheered. While Max tried to build the courage to ask why in the hell he was bringing up another girl right now, he dashed over to the table they'd abandoned. He snatched up her plate and ran it over with an exuberant smile as sweet as the dessert.

The sight of the treat made her mouth water, but she still flinched at his dash of an approach. With what looked like immense effort, he forced himself to slow to a crawl. Another spike of guilt cut through her heart. She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes, but she could feel his expression anyway. He was… still excited looking. Even his tail flame blazed with eagerness.

Max kept her eyes on the remains of a pie slice as he brought it over. Its scent soothed her panicking instincts as he approached. More and more, she felt the need to cower from him shrinking away.

Even as he sat down in front of her, though, the fear persisted in the back of her mind. She wanted to let it go, ignore it, but it infuriated her. He was her boyfriend—fiance, now! He deserved her trust, not to grovel before her every time she decides to get scared for no reason.

Ithos silently held a forkful in front of her with an expectant gaze. Max pouted at the sight. She didn't need him to feed her. Still, that scent overwhelmed her sense too much to resist. Sparks raining from her cheeks, she opened wide and ate it. The pie melted in her mouth, and her inhibitions melted with it. Embarrassment stopped its attempted reign as she eagerly watched him prepare another forkful.

"There, there," Ithos whispered. He gave her another bite and repositioned so his back was against the wall as he sat on her left. Resting the plate on his thigh, he wrapped the now freed arm around her back. "You're okay."

Max leaned into his touch. She loved him. He was safe. He was feeding her delicious apple pie.

As he continued to feed her, bite by bite, she felt the terror draining away as her instincts reacclimated to him. His heat kept her warm while his arms held her tight and his scales kept her safe. He was sweet, gentle, doting, loving. He patiently placed each forkful of food into her maw with a smile, happy to see her relaxing again. As she looked him over, she noticed one more thing about him.

He was still very, very hard.

Max squeezed her eyes shut. She wouldn't ruin the moment. She wouldn't even let him know she'd noticed. She could already feel him heating up next to her.

"I'm, uh, well," Ithos mumbled. He started squirming in his seat as much as he could without tipping the plate over. Max shook her head and opened her eyes to see his nervous, apologetic smile. She glanced down for an instant to find him just as hard as before. He grew even redder. "Y-you're cute?"

"Oh?" Max chuckled. It was a natural bodily response, but one that could be incredibly awkward. She'd had her own fair share of awkward boners before, so she wouldn't hold it against him. Of course, that didn't stop it being very, very funny. She wanted to say some kind of joke, but he distracted her with yet another delectable bite of that irresistible treat. She took the hint and dropped it, if only to finish the slice.

As he scraped the last of the pie onto the fork, she deflated into his hold. Her ears flopped against her head, even as she licked the fork clean. With a grumble, she put her paws over her eyes.

"Ugh, I'm sorry," Max said. She shook her head. Even now, she felt the slightest bit of trepidation now that the pie had gone.

"Hey, it's all right," Ithos cooed. He set the plate aside and brought his other paw to her belly. She winced, but there was no resisting that level of petting. Luckily, he showed restraint and focused on soothing her more than short-circuiting her. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

"Ithos, no," Max said. She snatched his left paw up before he could neutralize her. "It's your first time. You were doing great!" Ithos nodded but raised a brow. Max smacked her paw to her face. Why did she have to admit everything to him on accident? Yet, as he nodded to her tail, she realized his qualm was elsewhere. She looked down at herself and came to the same realization.

It was her first time, too, as far as this body was concerned.

"O-okay, it's kind of mine, too," Max mumbled. She quickly shook her head, though. "But, look, I should still have known better." She flicked a slightly-too-judgmental paw at him. "It's not your fault, all right?"

"Max, I get that," Ithos said. He shifted in his seat a little and surprised himself into a sudden shiver. His thighs had rubbed against his shafts, both of which were still at full mast.

This was her chance. Max could give him a good first time, yet. She aimed her muzzle down to stare up at him with a suggestive look. It said all she needed to. The message connected with him, too, if his cheeks were any indication. She slowly ran her right paw along his thigh.

"Are you sure?" Ithos asked. Max didn't even dignify that with a response as she dipped her paw into his inner thigh. She brushed the back of her paw against both shafts as she continued to grope him, pressing her body against his to feel him shiver. He looked up in bliss before quickly hardening his expression. "Max, I mean it." With a longing gaze to her paw, he snatched it up and showed it to her.

Her paw was shaking. Max stared at it for a moment, not quite believing it. She'd calmed down, she knew it. Yet, her heart was still racing. She wanted it to be from arousal, but she knew it wasn't.

Max gently pulled her paw to her chest with its twin, and Ithos gave her comforting pats as she did. After a deep breath in, she sighed, "Thanks." She'd been so eager to make him happy that she was willing to ignore her own feelings. In fact, she might've been able to avoid all of this if she'd just spoken up sooner. This all started with her trying to ignore her own well-being for his happiness.

She wasn't the only one with that issue.

"I'm sorry for getting so scared," Max said. Ithos started to wave the issue away, but she glared up at him with a smirk before he said anything. "If I don't get to act like everything is fine, you don't either." He looked away, and his nervous smile faded away.

"It's not your fault," Ithos said, closing his eyes as he did. He was telling himself as much as he was telling her.

"It's not yours, either," Max said. She turned to try and get on him, then realized he was. He was still hard. Good God, this boy's stamina. She knew she loved him, but Jesus, he never ran out of new reasons to give her. She sufficed to hug his arm while looking up at him. "I love you, all right? I know it hurts."

"Look, I know, but," Ithos mumbled, shaking his head. A bit of his vitriol faded away as she squeezed his arm, but not all of it. "It's really not the big deal here, y'know?" He looked down at her. "I can't imagine how awful it is to be that scared."

"And I can't imagine how awful it is to have someone you love stare at you like you're a monster," Max said. Ithos flinched with a whimper as the last of his facade chipped away with the last of hers. He was so brilliant at finding what she was hiding, so she'd had to learn the skill as well. After so much time, they'd started finding the emotions they hid from themselves.

Ithos chuckled, shaking his head as he stared up at the ceiling. "Well," he mumbled, tilting his head back to look over his shoulder at her. "At least I already got you to agree to marry me."

"Yep," Max chuckled. Her heart fluttered at that, and she squeezed his arm in excitement. She squished her cheek against his arm and rocked back and forth as her tail swished through the air behind her. "I am, too." She sat there around his arm for a moment, happy to enjoy his presence.

Then, Ithos started wriggling out of her hold. Before she could object, he snatched her up and plopped her on his lap. "There," Ithos sighed. He wrapped his arms around her. "Now we can—," he flinched as the tip of his higher shaft brushed against her backside, "—hug." A defeated look took over his eyes. "Without those getting in the way."

Max chuckled and caught his head before he could crumple into her. "Don't worry, I don't mind," she said. In fact, she would've squeezed her thighs together to quell her growing desire if they weren't wrapped around him. For his sake, though, she just ignored it.

They smiled at each other and sat in their embrace. Max felt her heart finally starting to slow as they did. Without the need for pets, for words, for anything but feeling him wrapped around her and herself wrapped around him. His hesitant embrace gradually relaxed, too, and she could feel him let go of the bravado he'd meant to hide the hurt.

Ithos started to hold back a whimper, so Max squeezed it out of him. The short-lived resistance turned it to a sob. He squeezed her tighter, and she did the same as he let out what few tears he needed to.

Max took a deep breath, followed by a long sigh. His touch kept relaxing her more and more as the fear turned to angst turned to unease. Before she knew it, the comfort his embrace offered fully outpaced the fear it once caused. She melted into his embrace further and further with deep relief. His arms felt like home again.

They'd both seen right through the other. Better than they knew themselves, their hearts connected on a level deeper than words. This connection, a perfect language in its own right, said what they never could and brought what they didn't know they needed. It was a very sweet moment.

Unfortunately, nothing turned Max on more than genuine emotional connection.

Ithos started to squirm a bit under her, too, and she let out a little sigh of relief. Good. One of her worst traits had rubbed off on him. She'd probably conditioned him into it, even.

Max eagerly started pulling up to tug him into a kiss. Ithos started to reciprocate before refusing in a familiar motion. Frustratingly familiar. Painfully familiar. A kind of familiar that she'd really hoped they'd left behind already. She groaned in frustrated need, forced to clench her pelvic floor as tight as possible while she buried her face into his chest.

"I-I still want to, Max," Ithos muttered. In an instant, Max started dropping down, but he was quick enough on the draw to hold her up. "But," he scolded with an exasperated smirk. "I think we should talk it out first."

Great. Great. Not only did she have to wait longer, but she even had to admit he had a point. As if he deserved that. Then again, of course he did. He always deserved the best.

"Yes," Max groaned through grit teeth. She closed her eyes and summoned the whole of her restraint. "We should do that." It was okay. It was just a few more minutes. If she'd already waited a year, she could wait a few more minutes. She just had to ignore that idiot's self-satisfied smirk, and she'd be golden. With another breath, she nodded.

"All right," Ithos said. He ran a paw down her side with a supportive smile. "Be sure to let me know you're slipping as soon as you can, okay?"

"Y-yeah," Max said. She looked away with a frown. If this was still a concern, she'd have to be extremely careful. She couldn't always control herself, and that could put him in serious danger. They were lucky she'd only run away.

With a determined nod, she looked up at him and said, "Look, don't hesitate to attack me if you have to." Ithos flinched back in surprise, but she grabbed his shoulder. "I'll be fine. We spar all the time, right? If things start going South, I don't want you to think you have to let me hurt-"

"M-Max," Ithos chuckled, covering her mouth with his paw. "That's not at all what I meant." Max blinked and muffled confusion through his paw. He lightly slapped his other paw to his forehead while chuckling at her reaction. "Let's just not let it get to that point." She paused. It was, admittedly, a tempting proposition. "You can let me know if you're feeling that way way before we get there, right?"

Ithos stared down at her, waiting for an answer. Max waited for him to remove his paw. He continued to stare at her until she spitefully muffled through his paw. "O-oh, sorry," he mumbled.

Max sucked in some fresh air, though she already missed his scent. "Yeah," she said with a befuddled smile. "You're right." Still, she couldn't help worrying further. She'd love for them to not let it get to that point, but she couldn't let herself accept the possibility she'd hurt him. "But still-"

"I'm not going to hurt you," Ithos said, voice cracking. The hurt in his voice finally pulled Max out of her head enough to see he was close to crying. They'd just talked about how much it hurt him to scare her. Now, she was asking him to attack her for his own good. She was too caught up in her own nightmares to see that he'd dragged him into his own.

"I," Max whispered, putting a paw on his shoulder. She had to chuckle, but it came out a bit pained. It left a sad smile behind. "I'm sorry." She pulled him into another hug and squeezed him tight. "I just don't want to hurt you, either."

"You won't," Ithos said. He pulled out of their hug enough to grab her right paw in his own. She scooched back a bit (ignoring his shiver as she brushed against the tips of his cocks) and looked up with one ear flicked up in confusion. Despite his shiver, he had an eager smile. "I can basically understand you, but if you're too panicked to say anything," he squeezed her paw three times, "grab whatever part of me you can, and squeeze three times."

"Ithos," Max said with a widening smile. His first mission. He was so adorable. It burned her heart while the ambiguous wording made her squirm. She'd put this off for as long as she could possibly stand.

"Anywhere?" she hummed. Ithos looked down in slight confusion that evaporated when he saw her sultry expression. She brought her paw to his shoulder and gave it a squeeze, whispering, "Here?" She repeated the question when she traced his scales down to grope his chest and again as she slid off him to squeeze his love handle the hardest of them all.

"What about…" she asked, tracing her paw right over top his groin without so much as grazing his shafts. She grabbed a pawful of pudge in his inner thigh and really kneaded into it. That alone had his shafts leaking again.

Her left paw tracing down his back, she tentatively placed her right on his higher shaft. She looked up in a silent question that was ultimately redundant. He was clearly too worked up to resist just like her. Still, it was even hotter to force him to nod through the haze of pleasure. Words had escaped him, too, leaving him churring in excitement.

Max gave his cock a nice squeeze and continued to feel up his back. When he started to whimper, she started stroking her paw up and down. Watching herself do it, she stared with a wistful gaze. "Oh, I've missed this," she mumbled.

"Y-you what?" Ithos stammered through his haze. Max flinched. "Oh, right." She was almost used to him knowing (it had been, what, two years at this point?), but she couldn't help a spike of panic with his cock in her paw. She didn't know if it counted as deception, hell, it certainly didn't, but her cheeks sparked nonetheless. Would the reminder put him off?

"Max, come on," Ithos chuckled, yanking her into a side hug (while making sure she could still grip his cock). "I don't care that you used to think you were a guy."

Her inhibitions melted into his scales with her again. That particular wording even had her wiggling in a moment of exuberance. She'd never said it like that, before. Maybe he'd been spending time with Codi lately. However he came up with it, that extra little dose of affirmation put her over the moon.

"M-Max, please," Ithos groaned. Max jerked up and started stroking him off again once she remembered where she was. "Y-yeah," Ithos moaned. He traced his paw over her back to scratch the little spots that always got a bit itchy. He got a bit more distant as she went on but tried for one last attempt at affirmation. "We're, aaaahhh, y'know. Boy girl. Straight couple?"

Straight, that. Max twisted her mouth at that a bit, though she wasn't sure why. Somehow, it still didn't feel like straight sex to her. Maybe it was just from overwhelming experience, but she still felt like sex with a guy was gay.

Ithos groped her belly pudge and yoinked her out of that thought.

Max immediately realized she didn't care about whether or not it was straight as much as she cared if she could finally get his fucking cock in her. She wanted him inside of her. If Ithos wanted to think of it as straight, well, that didn't matter to her. Whatever floated his boat.

She brought her left paw to her groin to get herself ready and found Ithos' paw in her way. By the time she saw it, he'd already started running a claw right around her clit again. The anticipatory contact made her squeeze around that emptiness with all her might. They were always touching, yet somehow, even feeling her walls touching against themselves was enough contact to get a rush of pleasure.

"Ch-chaaaa," Max gasped as Ithos prodded a finger inside. He watched her with an eager smirk as she clenched around it and then pulled that finger out. She almost screamed from the absence.

"C'mon, with how much you sucked on me," Ithos said. Max glanced at his finger and saw it dripping. That little dip was all it took. "Don't I get a taste?" He looked down with a devious smile and dragged his long, reptilian tongue all around his finger until he'd absorbed all of her juices it had to offer.

Max grabbed him by the hips and nearly threw him to the ground. His confident smirk faltered into slight panic, so she took a moment to press her lips against his. In thanks, he wrapped his tongue, still soaked in her own juices, around her own. Her eyes rolled back at the sensation and the taste, so much sweeter than his, and with tingling hints of her typing shocking all throughout it.

God, she loved being a pikachu.

Her groin ached in empty desperation. She couldn't take this anymore. She scampered down to his hips and sat on his tail. His lower cock pressed against her outer lips.

Without fur in the way, she felt his warmth almost burning her down below. Instead of hurting, though, it only added to her own heat. It made her desire into a desperate need that had her grinding her pussy along his length so hard she couldn't stop herself long enough to angle it in.

Ithos cocks both twitched at her contact. Even with only her outer lips teasing the length, she could get his upper shaft to jump with every grind and squeeze on its lower twin. She ground against his cock a few more times just to see all the precum he'd leak all over himself before finally gritting her teeth and pulling back. Ithos seized when her paw pressed his cockhead into her lips.

Max forced herself to ease forward. She needed the whole shaft inside her an hour ago, but forcing it too quick would ruin it. As a bonus, his desperate moans of need were a nice reward for taking her time.

She eagerly squeezed around his cockhead, feeling it twitch against her walls with spine-tingling pleasure. That—that—was what no toy had given her. Those micro-movements of passion and love that made sex feel alive. Her tongue drifted out of her maw as she squeaked out a moan of pleasure and started pushing further.

Ithos suddenly thrust up into her with a groan. The burning rush of pleasure as his flaming spire pierced her deeper made her see white for just a moment. She squeezed her passage tight as she could around it, feeling her own need building right up to its peak. She'd overdone it on the foreplay, but oh God was it worth it, now. She was in such a haze of pleasure as she felt him twitching inside of her, filling her with a delicious burn of his seed.

… shit.

Max squeezed around his cock anyway. It felt so good. She pulsed her passage around his pene while its twin sprayed her belly in its own offering. She brought a paw to give it some congratulatory pats of its own, then felt the pool he'd sprayed into her fur. After getting a good glob, she pulled it up to see.

She rubbed it around in her paw and watched it stick in every creak and crevice. It spread and spread, but never seemed to break apart.

Sticky and strong: the best combination.

Max eagerly brought the load into her lips and licked it off her paw. Its taste burned just like his precum had, his typing infusing it with the fire at the end of his tail. It was too tangy to be bitter, that alcoholic burn almost sweet. She idly wondered if the fumes meant it was flammable, too.

She certainly felt some nice flames below.

So close to her peak, though. Max tried to clench around his shaft enough to bring herself over, but doubted it would go anywhere. He'd be soft soon.

Still, she pressed her walls against him while she could, largely because she couldn't help herself. The nice layer of his cum inside only made her more desperate, adding to the wonderful sensation of feeling as much as she'd gotten in. She looked down and realized it hadn't even been half, which made sense. With a less than delicate clench, she felt he'd barely breached the entrance.

It didn't escape her notice that he was still hard. Even the cock stimulated by nothing but air had yet to flag, though she didn't know if they could erect independent of each other.

"S-sorry," Ithos peeped. A light flush of embarrassment sat atop a wash of dazed pleasure. He was clearly struggling to look apologetic at all, but she had to give him credit for trying. She shifted in her seat without thinking and both of them squealed in surprised pleasure.

"Ch-chaaa chu," Max squeaked. She pushed herself a bit further onto his shaft. Maybe that would work for comfort. "It's oohhhhh," she started to say before cutting herself off with a moan. It had to have been just one more inch, but it was so good. It pierced her deeper while her lips spread wider around it. Thanks to her own desperate leaking and his cum, she had plenty lubrication for the motion.

Ithos put a paw to the back of his head, squeezing it as tight as possible while clenching his teeth with wide-open eyes. Right—she completely forgot how sensitive cocks get after cumming. This had to hurt like hell.

"S-shit, sorry!" she squeaked. Her cheeks sparked in embarrassment while she mournfully started pulling off. It felt… beyond good, though.

"N-no," Ithos chirped. The paw not contorting his head around its claws snatched her hindpaw out from under her. She stumbled and fell with a yelp that turned into a squeal of pleasure. She'd fallen right back onto his cock. "I d-don't—so good—mind."

Max put that claim to the test without hesitation. She started gently grinding further and further down his cock, sparks of excitement down below melding perfectly with the burn of his cum. It was even better than the warming lube she'd bought during an especially desperate month. It filled every single inch of her passage thanks to his cock shooting all the way up inside her.

It wasn't easy to resist the urge to clench while she speared herself deeper. She knew better, thanks to anal, that clenching while pushing more in could be really bad, but anal hadn't prepared her for the totality of this experience. With a cock up her ass, she felt it against her prostate and her anus.

In her vagina, it was everywhere. She could feel every single inch of his cock inside of her. Convincing herself to let even a slight bit of that complete explosion of stimulation was almost impossible.

Somehow, through some divine mean, she barely managed. She relaxed for the scant milliseconds necessary to push herself further on. Every single time rewarded her with mind numbing pleasure that made it harder and harder to miss having a cock. Every press of her walls against him brought another twitch, another twinge of pleasure. She needed to get the whole thing in.

She was so glad she'd found ways to play with herself. Every single toy had been its own varying level of disappointment, but they'd had a boon she'd always looked forward to: preparation. Thanks to them, she'd gotten her passage used to intrusion.

Ithos planted his hindpaws on the ground. The shift barely registered in Max until the point of doing that revealed itself. He used the new leverage to start thrusting up.

"PIIKaaaaaa," Max screeched in bliss.

"Max?!" Ithos gasped, one eye closed in pleasure while the other glared with worry. When he saw her face, though, he relaxed. "Okay, you're okay." Max simply nodded. She didn't know what else to do. Ithos, however, seemed to have a good idea.

He grabbed both her hindpaws and tilted to the right, sweeping his tail out from between his legs. It rolled just under him enough to give him the leverage to start sitting up. With another thrust, he pacified Max long enough to grab her by the hips and jerk up. The motion caught Max off guard, but she didn't have a single reason to complain until the back of her head slammed into the floor.

"KAchu," Max yelped. She threw her paws back to clutch at the back of her head with a constant wince and hiss of pain.

"M-Max, I'm sorry!" Ithos said. "Are you okay?! Here!" He started to pull out to help her.

Max snatched his paw up with the one not currently clutching the back of her head and yanked him back. She didn't care. She'd get over the pain. She needed to get fucked already, so she hissed out, "Just fuck me until it stops hurting."

After a single worried glance, Ithos eagerly obliged. How the hell he could keep going this soon, she had no idea, but she'd be dead in the ground before she complained. The burning bliss below didn't do much to stop the pain, but it drowned it out somewhat. Now that he'd started pushing himself in, it was a bit easier to make herself relax.

More and more pushed in while she just had to lay there. Ithos didn't really have a smooth progression, eager thrusts a constant as he failed to control himself, but the little surprises only made it better. It was a different feel having someone slowly creep in instead of pumping a bit more in each time.

It was bliss. Everything about him was bliss. She loved this concussion inducing idiot with all of her heart. The more of him she felt spreading her open, the more her wince of pain shifted to a grin.

"A-almost, sweet Mother of creation, there," Ithos chirped out. He had both arms around her legs, a paw on each thigh as he pulled her onto his cock. His erratic thrusts made it impossible to tell if he was all the way in yet, and she was too busy staring at the muscles on his chest and arms rippling to check. As he pulled her further on, the head of his upper cock started poking into her belly.

Ithos shivered at the stimulation while light sparks of embarrassment bounced down her cheeks. Somehow, she didn't really expect to have enough pudge for that to be possible. She looked away, a bit embarrassed. At least Ithos didn't seem to mind.

Ithos let go of her left leg to reach down and squeeze a pawful of her belly. As he did, both cocks pulsed in pleasure. Max even felt a light spray of cum in her fur from his upper cock.

Yep, Ithos certainly didn't mind.

With a grunt and a thrust, Ithos pulled her all the way onto his cock. Max yelped at the harsh intrusion with bliss in her eyes. It was better than she'd ever dreamed, and it was only just beginning. Ithos stayed firmly inside of her for a few seconds while his mind blanked in pleasure. His higher cock started to leak as she squeezed her pussy around its twin to feel every vein, ridge, inch.

Max started to squirm, desperate for more stimulation, and it yanked Ithos out of his reverie. He shook his head and got back to work, though it clearly pained him to undo his progress. Max made sure to make it worth his while, though.

As he started to gently pull out, she clenched around his cock as tight as she possibly could. That building pleasure from earlier was far past what she'd imagined its peak as. He shivered as he pulled out, adding even more pleasure and stimulation in his motion as he did. Max could even swear that she felt some of the previous load get squeezed out.

Then, his higher cock came around with another surprise. As he pulled out, it started dragging right over her clit. Max squeezed even harder than she thought possible, the dual pleasure already about to tip her over the edge.

The tickling euphoria mixed heavenly with the almost painful dragging of his cock against her insides as they left her walls nothing to clench against but themselves. It was almost torture. It was bliss.

Ithos had pulled out about all he could stand, though. Luckily, it was already more than Max could stand, too. He gave little warning before thrusting back into her. His cock speared right through her passage before the signal to relax could fully go through. What little pain it caused had nothing on the sensation of his other cock dragging over her clit as he thrust.

Max squeaked in pleasure and tried so desperately to pull herself on further. Even when she hilted against him, she wriggled around his cock to fill its twin rubbing over her clit. It sent electric tingles of pleasure through her with every slightest touch.

"Oohhh Mew," Ithos moaned. Max wanted to liquify the sound of his pleasure and drink it. It felt divine to hear. "N-nice—that shocking is really good." Barely more than a virgin, and he already had an electro-stimulation kink.

They were made for each other.

Max had assumed that was just how it felt. When she looked down, though, she saw a very gentle arc between his higher cock and her thigh. She would've looked for longer, but her nerve left when he thrust into her again, the pleasure forcing her head to roll back. She even tried to squeeze her legs together to get more of herself around him, but that just squished into his sides.

Her legs squished into his sides. She could've screamed. He was nowhere near as bulky as her in muscle or fat, but he was clearly no slouch, either.

Hell, he'd been holding her ass (and more) up this whole time, the only sweats broken over pleasure. She loved the feeling of his scales yielding to her fur as she squeezed around him. His little bit of pudge was almost perfect, though she found herself wondering if he could be a little fatter—charizard.

They really were made for each other.

Her walls clenching around him started to push Ithos further and further. He pulled out more to slam in faster without pausing and relish the feeling before he started pulling out again. He'd started thrusting proper. Max squealed in pleasure as he did, every thrust smacking his other cock against her clit. Every thrust that slammed into her filled her more fully than she thought possible while sending shocks of pleasure through her clit.

Ithos started to burn hotter as he slammed harder. The minor irritation of his cum earlier conducted the heat for him, burning her pussy with pleasure as he started thrusting in and out faster than she could release. A full body pleasure started pulsing through her with every one, so she gave up on releasing.

"I-I'm-" Ithos didn't even try to finish that sentence. His scales smashed against her fur while he filled her pussy with all he had. Every thrust, she felt a building ecstasy burn through her like an inferno that she was powerless to escape. She felt soaked from her own sweat as her clenching forced her walls together until his thrusts forced them apart once again.

Once his thrusts switched to short, fast, and hard, she flew over the edge of ecstasy. Every muscle in her body seized in agonizing bliss, the smacks of his cock against her clit the perfect farewell to his virginity. Even as she came, his thrusts pulled more squeaks of pleasure out of her, prolonging the orgasm.

Ithos slammed in a few more times while his cock started to spray. He had a look of intense exertion on his face as he slammed in, trying to hold onto his peak for as long as he could. The more his upper cock leaked, though, the more she felt the same inside. His burning cum started painting her walls again while the other had a much better angle to spray down the length of her torso.

Finally, Ithos threw his head back and thrust in one last time, shooting his second load deep inside her and all across her chest. The rawness of her walls made the burn of his cum even more pleasurable. Before now, she'd never really gotten the craze for cumming inside.

Now, she understood the appeal.

He managed a few more thrusts, and Max eagerly milked out what she could with his motions. Every drop of his cum sent her that little bit deeper into post-coital bliss. It might not have been possible for him to fertilize her eggs, but whatever instinct was in charge of reproduction seemed as oblivious to that fact as Ithos had been. As she rubbed her paw over her belly, she couldn't help wondering how it might feel.

"H-hey, uh," Ithos muttered in a haze of pleasure. His eyes were glassy, but so were hers. How could this have possibly been his first time? "Sh-should, I'm—do I leave, now?"

Max nearly balked at the attempted cum and run before she figured out what he meant. "Just, hold on," she said. She clenched as tight as her battered walls could around him for one last, glorious little slide of stimulation. "Now."

Ithos churred in ecstasy and did as she asked. He was as reticent to end this as she was, so, so slowly pulling out to relish the moment. Max sighed in pleasure as he did. She watched him leave, revealing more and more of his other cock as he went, though both were glistening. She tried to figure out if a lizard could sweat for a moment, but then she realized that no, they couldn't. That was just her cum.

Max had sprayed all over his groin. It was only fair, though, considering the mess he'd made of her belly. Sure, she always had a patch of lighter fur there, but this was beyond ridiculous. Luckily, it seemed she'd painted his scales at least as much as he'd soaked her fur.

The sight made her feel like she might cum again.

They both shivered as the last of his shaft left her. Max missed the sensation of his cock spreading her open, but it wasn't all bad. Now, she had a blissful soreness all the way through her.

Ithos flopped down next to her and yanked her into a hug. Neither gave a moment's thought to the cum covering her as she pressed into his embrace. His own cum covered his chest and belly as it did hers while she wrapped lovingly around him.

Ithos needed rest just that little bit more and fell onto his back. Their grips were strong enough, though that Max didn't have any trouble holding on, resting right on top of him. As she did, a slightly bizarre sensation started creeping down her passage. All of that warmth he'd pumped into her started oozing through. With nowhere else to go, it eventually started dripping out.

Max… wasn't expecting that. She's not sure what she expected. It was just an odd feeling that she hadn't anticipated. As the flow dripped over her clit, she shivered in the afterglow.

"Mother Mew," Ithos gasped. Max considered suggesting he call her mommy if he's gonna say mother so much, but immediately decided against it. She didn't know where that thought came from, and she already knew she was far from vanilla. "I've been missing out on this all this time?"

Max grunted some incomprehensible nonsense in agreement, then joined in his groan of grief. She was glad he'd enjoyed it as well. She certainly had.

Ithos' grief was, luckily, short lived. He just shook his head and cupped a paw around her cheek. With a quick adjustment, he pulled her eyes into his. He was smiling so wide that she could see a few teeth, and it made her squirm to see him so happy. She wriggled out of his hold and squeezed him tight before pushing up to give him a quick kiss.

"I really love you," they muttered in unison. With a quick glance, they both rolled their eyes and chuckled before another kiss. Neither could catch their breath enough for it to be more than a peck, but that didn't detract from its passion.

"So," Max whispered, laying her head on his chest. She wanted to smirk at him to say this, but she opted to rest instead. "Still feel stupid?"

"Honestly?" Ithos said. He gave it some thought and a few nods. "Even dumber than Ash."

"Hey!" Max said, lightly bapping his forehead. She tilted her head barely enough to give him a stern look with one eye. "Come on, don't say that." Unfortunately, she couldn't stop a smirk from taking over her very serious expression. "Ash figured out fucking a loooong while ago."

"Okay," Ithos laughed. Rolling his eyes, he squeezed her tight against himself again. "I thought you were gonna stand up for me, but fine, sure." He tried his absolute best to pout, looking away to frown while the sides of his lips refused to go down. "Just kick at me while I'm down. It's fine." The best he managed was a judgmental glare. "Just not very fiance behavior of you."

They both started to laugh together and squeezed the other. Max hummed in glee and pleasure, feeling that ring on her finger again. It was such an intricate fantasy that she couldn't even call it a dream.

It was so much better than dreams could tell.

"Although, y'know," Ithos said. Max glanced up to see him smirking down at her. "Doesn't that just mean I have a lot of time to make up for?" He looked so immensely proud of himself for this, yet Max couldn't even clock what he was trying to say. Without another word, he held her up to sit up, revealing all by placing her on his lap. His cocks poked at her from below.

He was still hard.

"Jesus Christ, Ithos," Max hissed. She squeezed her passage and winced, still so sore. "I don't know if I can," she chuckled, shaking her head. Ithos smirked down at her, making it so much harder to really commit to her own physical well-being.

"Well, I guess we could wash up first," Ithos said. Before Max could ask for clarification, he whisked her up in his arms and oh so gracefully laid her on the ground, leaving a paw on the back of her head just in case.

Max was so eager to discover what kind of washing up they could do on the ground that, even through the ache of use, she could feel desire's spark below. The exhaustion only made it that much harder to endure. Now that she'd felt the bliss of being filled, that soreness tormented her as an ongoing, constant reminder of how empty she was as the slurry of their shared fluids dripped out.

Ithos gave her a quick peck on the lips with a grin and rubbed his cheek into hers. A useless gesture for a charmander except that it showed his love to the pikachu he'd promised to marry. "Rest up, okay?" he sang with a glint in his eye.

Max squeezed her thighs together. That doting love of his had always lit her heart on fire, but now all of those little things she loved about him engulfed her in flames. His smile, his care, the burning warmth of his scales, the flame of his embarrassment and inferno of his love spun all around her with a whole new dimension to it all. Now, sex was just another extension of all that she loved about him.

Ithos looked down with a glint of novelty in that caring smile of his as he dipped lower. The delightful warmth of his touch caressed her as he brought his paws along her body to feel her muscles. He took turns groping at her body and rubbing away the tense exhaustion.

Finally, he got to cleaning. He dipped his head down to give a long, deliberate lick across the chest he'd sprayed all over twice. He grimaced at his own taste at first but went right along licking her clean.

Max cooed out in relaxation at the continued warmth and burn. The absence of his spunk in her fur was hard to mourn with the lingering drip of his saliva left behind. He took deliberate drags all across her chest, dipping lower and lower with each one in a subtle search until he dragged across a little nub on her left that made her shiver.

She hadn't even realized she had nipples for a while, yet he'd found them already. By chance, he'd even happened upon the more sensitive of the two (just two, thank God).

With a now familiar eagerness in his eye, he swirled around her little nub of a teat. Max hissed in breath while he did, forced to squeeze her thighs together in a now constant desire. She stopped caring to ask if she should go for another round and only wondered if she could.

Of course, once Ithos brought a claw to swirl around her other nipple, she could never resist.

Max felt every touch in a reinvigorating rush through the whole of her body. Every lick across her chest made her ears wiggle in time with her tail. She felt like royalty with him, having her every depraved want tended to without even needing to ask. He lingered on her chest for just long enough to leave her satisfied and wanting more.

The heat of his body, as well, started to rise once again. With one last, longing look to her chest, he continued cleaning up his mess. He couldn't bear to leave her chest completely, though, and wrapped his left paw around her mousey mammary as he went.

"How does a lizard like you even know what a nipple is?" Max chuckled.

Ithos froze while his scales suddenly spiked in warmth. He glanced away in panic while desperately trying to regain his confident smirk from only moments ago. "W-well, y'know, I've, um," he mumbled. He could barely glance at her once before shrinking away from her gaze again. His burning embarrassment made Max so glad she'd asked. He whispered, "always had a thing for mammals."

"That's funny," Max chuckled. She brought her paw up to his shoulder, dragging it down to the very base of his shoulder-blade to scratch the rough patch of scales there. "I've always had a thing for lizards."

Ithos let out a sigh of relief that turned into a mutual chuckle. He looked back at her with a soft, comfortable smile. Mouth coated in his own spunk, he leaned up to plant a kiss on her lips. Max snuck a quick taste of his tongue as he pulled away. He shook his head and said, "I love you, y'know that?"

"Well," Max said, glancing down at his—still erect?!—shafts. Was she that cute, or was he simply that desperate? "I'd gotten the impression, yes."

Ithos dragged his paw down her body to give her pussy a pleasant grope. Max winced a bit at the soreness but cooed at the feeling anyway. Ithos smirked at her reaction and leaned down to whisper, "Funny. I got that very same impression." He let his paw linger just long enough to feel her squeeze her thighs together and chuckled as he went back to licking her clean.

First time. This was his first time.

As he shifted over, the swinging of his dangling shafts caught Max's eye. She licked her lips at the sight, both nice and slick with the upper shaft particularly glistening. As she watched, Ithos wiggled his hips a bit to entice her. In that regard, it was super effective.

Max reached over to pull his leg over, and he happily obliged. As he kissed, slurped and licked down her torso, he brought his shafts closer and closer. He was just as eager as her but seemed just as happy to force her to wait for her prize. The suggestion he was just being thorough disintegrated every time he glanced snarkily up to watch her longing gaze.

Finally, he waddled his legs over and around her head, leaving his cocks right… above her head. Max rolled her eyes. She had to scoot herself back a bit to get a good angle.

The moment she did, Ithos dipped down to give a firm, generous lick across her clit. A shocked shiver wracked through Max's body as she lunged up to yank his glistening member into her maw. She pulled a similar shiver out of him by sucking the whole length in at once, its twin rubbing against her forehead.

Max swirled her tongue around it to get a full taste of their combined fluids. The inebriant burn of his spunk mixed delightfully with the soak of her own sweet, tingling cum. She'd never hesitated to taste herself when she had a cock, trying gave her much more trouble now. That bitter stick had no shadow over her flavor anymore. It was so sweet she'd consider drinking it recreationally if she could.

Ithos dipped his tongue into her vagina, suggesting he felt similarly. They let out shared moans at each other's ministrations and flavors. She sucked nice and hard on his shaft while she could and vocalized her pleasure with more moans.

The dexterous licks of Ithos' tongue made it hard for Max to concentrate. He worked in and along her slit in equal measure, the warmth of his saliva working perfectly to ease the soreness his ravenous pounding had caused her. He was so gentle, so caring, that she could immediately feel his paw drifting along to help him.

Max didn't lay idle, but she had much less involved decision making. She, apparently, had enough experience with a cock in her mouth that she could run more or less automatically.

Amnesia was such a bizarre ailment.

Ithos, however, seemed to give even his slightest motions the deepest of consideration, deliberation. Every dip of a finger into her pussy had a long, reverent tickle of that same claw tapping at the ready. She couldn't tell if he was deliberately going slow to drive her mad, that unsure of himself, or simply that enraptured in awe that he felt the need to cherish every slightest motion.

His touch tingled down her groin as his tongue swirled and dipped around and inside her with its revitalizing touch. Ithos gently squeezed her little mounds between his fingers and continued their trek down. With a final farewell with a claw's graze, he scritched down her perineum.

Max flinched when he tickled her anus. His cocks throbbed from the thrill of feeling her reaction. She continued sucking, but now, she was almost lost. Would that still even feel good?

Ithos dragged his claw along her asshole; it did still feel good. He prodded lightly against it with the tip of his finger a few times, then went back to tracing his claw all around it. He moved his tongue with intentionality as he did, feeling which motions exactly caused her to tense, and which caused her to relax. She was his experiment, then. Fitting that she would be a lab rat.

His tongue slid over her clit, and his claw scratched across her asshole as it tightened. In a slow, deliberate flow, he dipped his tongue deeper and lower into her. She eagerly relaxed to let him in with a moan.

Ithos prodded his finger into her asshole, flooding the tight hole with his warmth. Max wrapped her mouth around his cock to muffle her own scream as she clenched around both. The limited dual penetration had her revitalized passage aching with an all new peak in seconds.

Before she knew it, she felt her whole body shiver and spasm in another orgasm. This was his first time.

She needed more.

Max shoved him to the floor beside her. His finger popped out of her ass and forced her to press her pussy against his muzzle for a moment, further soaking his face in her cum. He didn't seem to mind, though, looking ecstatic as she hopped around to kiss him before darting under their bed.

"M-Max?" Ithos asked. He hopped up, but forced himself to keep his distance. Rather than explain, Max ripped an inconspicuous box out from under the bed. He relaxed seeing her pull something out and return.

Max scurried over with the bottle of lube in her maw and tackled Ithos to the floor again. She'd just cum for the second time, and yet all it did was revitalize her desperation. She spat the lube out of her mouth and stared down at him with awe. "Ithos, how the fuck are you this good?" she asked.

"I-I'm," Ithos stammered. His eyes shot up in adorable excitement all at once while the widest, most adorable grin spread across his lips. She felt him wiggling in excitement as he whispered to himself, "I'm good at this!"

"How am I possibly the cute one?" Max chuckled.

"Huh?" Ithos asked. Suddenly, he realized what he'd just been doing. His cheeks flushed a bit and he turned away.

Max leaned down to kiss him before he could. He relaxed beneath her, and she was happy to see him do that. Still, he had yet to answer her question. "Ithos, how?" she asked, already struggling to keep herself off him.

"How?" Ithos asked. It took less than a second for the question to register, and Max thought the quick pause would outlast her lifespan. Once he made sense of the question, though, Ithos still looked a bit confused. "I'm just doing what you did." He shrugged with a nervous smile. "W-well, it's a bit different, uh, mechanically."

Then, he looked up at her with the same sweet smile she'd fallen in love with in the first place, the slightest hint of a blush at his cheeks. "You made me feel really great, and I wanted to do the same for you," he said.

Max snatched up the lube and shoved it into his paws. Once he almost sort of had a grip on it, she pulled back and pointed at his hemipenes. "Two cocks," she said, then pointed to herself. "Two holes." She turned around and wiggled her ass in the air for him in a familiar, comfortable position. "That's lube. Put it on yourself, then me, especially my asshole."

Ithos almost started to ask for more information, but Max looked between her own legs to nip that notion in the bud with a glare. "G-got it!" Ithos said. Max laid back down, ass still in the air, as he got to fiddling with the cap.

A smart man, he very quickly got to work rubbing the lube on himself. He rumbled in a bit of pleasure at the feeling, probably only used to the rough friction of his own scales. Max only hoped he'd use enough on both so he didn't end up tearing her ass apart.

Although, given his size, maybe friction wouldn't be the only risk of that.

Max tensed up when his warm paw started spreading the chilly lube onto her. After a quick rub of the residue, he pushed her tail up to drip the freezing lube right onto her. To soothe the chill, he followed its path down with a finger, rubbing it in as it went and adding more to make sure it got just about everywhere. Max was already leaning into his touch, biting her fur to quell her need.

Then, he put a finger in her asshole again.

"K-KAAAaahaahahachu," Max squeaked. A look of bliss twisted her face in a mix of a smile and a grimace. He very gently pulled out while she was still clenching, then waited at her entrance until she relaxed again.

After she did, Ithos waited one agonizing second before once again thrusting his finger in. It was an agonizingly effective prelude of what was to come. It somehow felt completely familiar, yet so novel. She didn't even have a prostate anymore, but she found herself desperately wishing he'd find it anyway. Either from a phantom sense of memory or instinctual conditioning, she could still feel a surge of pleasure when he brushed over where it used to be.

So, of course, he noticed, and, of course, he made sure to rub at it specifically.

"God, I love you," Max moaned. She was in too much agonizing pleasure to care about the slip, but she felt Ithos tilt his head to check in. Max just nodded and gave a thumb's up, and he answered by going back to pumping his finger into her asshole.

It shouldn't have already felt this good, but it did. The lube was always cold at first, and the shock of that chill only made the slow burn of his internal flame warming it up that much better. It reminded her of that awful Rescue Mission that had them go up the mountain instead of around, nearly freezing her to death. She liked these circumstances much more.

Right as Max started to get comfortable, Ithos started getting even more bold. As if he'd been shy so far, but he seemed eager to keep going. She felt the same.

Ithos started giving her less and less time to get used to his finger entering and exiting. The rough hide of his scales came just perfectly short of scratching at her. It was so, so perfect, and he already had more than enough lube to get away with it. Despite that, she felt him start adding a little bit more.

Then, he added another finger.

It took all of her control not to clench as tight as those muscles possibly could around him. She whimpered in pleasure, feeling him spread her even wider, yet still so, so short of what was to come. Ithos was so caring, so gentle that she started to wonder if, despite her being the one to fall from heaven, he'd been an angel all along. After all, a fallen angel wasn't exactly supposed to be a good thing.

Max could hear Ithos' breathing grow more and more heavy in time with hers. More than boldness, she could feel him start to struggle with patience. How fitting. She was almost out of it herself.

"A-are you-"

"Fuck, yes," Max interrupted with a hiss. She squeezed her ass around his fingers as he yanked them out and struggled not to squeeze her thighs together to make up for their absence. It would only make his mounting take more time.

The tip of Ithos' higher cock kissed her ass. That slight touch alone had her seeing stars, so when his other started rubbing against her lower lips, she was so many galaxies away. She squeezed her walls together in anticipation, their sore exhaustion an unbearable emptiness when she only felt nothing but her own walls pressing against each other.

This position made it significantly easier on Ithos to line himself up. Having to aim two at once, then, was hardly too difficult for him. He seemed only eager to take his time out of some last minute torment before giving her what she wanted. It worked, nearly making her scream.

Finally, she felt him start teasing into both at once. Her vaginal lips eagerly made way, leaving his other cock to prod against her asshole more and more with every little thrust. She'd expected more trouble convincing herself to stay relaxed back there, but that came even more naturally to her than it had been to relax her other entrance. It didn't take her long to figure out why.

No wonder she was so forgiving of Ash's antics.

Those thoughts burst into flames when the flare of his cockhead finally breached her asshole. She didn't even bother trying to resist clenching around it as she swallowed up its modest head. He trembled at the sensation, breath growing heavier as he started leaning on her back legs for support.

Max would take over if she needed, but for now, Ithos was already starting to tentatively press forward. He didn't seem to register the extra care needed for the new entrance, so Max was glad to have been such a slut in her previous life.

A shiver wriggled up her spine as he started spreading her wider in both holes. The familiar, sore ache of her vaginal walls spreading apart worked so perfectly with the ever widening sodomy right above it. She felt so full in her pussy and spread so open on her asshole. Even though they were being spread equally as wide, her asshole was still tighter.

Ithos kept pushing in further and further like last time, failing to grasp the concept of two thrusts forward one back. His prolonged, constant pushing forward had her spreading wider every second. She tried to get him to try pulling a bit out by squeezing around his shafts, but that only made him pause and wait.

Max loved how much of an idiot he was sometimes. Of course he wouldn't know better, and she couldn't imagine anyone who did giving this unique experience. It was so bizarre, but she loved it so much.

Of course, she could always show him a more traditional technique once she got herself a strap-on.

As Ithos speared her more and more, inch by inch, Max felt him rubbing right up against the heat he'd left with his last payload. Most of it had seeped out, but what hadn't left her steaming and sensitive in every crook and crevice it touched. The background radiation of that came right to the forefront of her mind as his lubricated cock slide right on by.

Max keened out as his cock glanced against the phantom remains of her prostate. The graze essentially forced her to clench around him. To make matters more explosive, that extra tension all around his lower cock, tight ring around his other, gave him a rush of pleasure that forced him to thrust deeper.

"S-sorry," Ithos hissed. Max whimpered a bit, but she couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. It hurt a bit, certainly, but it also felt so, so good.

"I-it's…," Max started to say, but lost herself in her words. The conflicting pleasure and pain faded as her tight ring adjusted to the new spreading. She forgot she even needed to talk, and wasn't really even sure she could anymore as the pleasure started to mount inside her more and more. Instead of bothering to get out of the haze, she found herself desperately trying to wiggle more of those cocks into her.

Her entire ass wobbled from the motion, rippling around Ithos' paws at her hips. His paws did nothing to stop the wave, though, with ripples of her chub spreading right over her back and meeting with her belly, already jiggling from the motion. The full body motion felt so nice for her, spreading the pleasure with it.

Ithos squeezed his paws around her hips and gave into temptation. The sight awoke something in him, and he thrust the rest of the way inside. Ripples of that motion caused their own wave.

He couldn't pause to let her adjust, already pulling out for another thrust. Max had a bleary eyed smile. She'd always assumed he only teased her about her weight because he knew she liked it. Now, she was realizing he'd had his own reasons for constantly reaching a paw down for quick grabs and gropes. After all, he had brought her an entire orchard of apples, not to mention the pie.

She started to wonder if she was the only one who could stand to see the other put on some pounds.

Not more than halfway out, Ithos suddenly slammed forward again. Max clenched around him and felt an all new spray of precum filling both of her holes. It was sheer, utter bliss. She couldn't wait to be filled again. Yet again, she found a paw rubbing her belly, wondering if only.

Max shook her head and brought her arm back to lay on. They didn't need kids right now. She probably didn't want any ever. Still, she couldn't help wondering how laying would feel. It had always been a curiosity for her.

… it had always been a curiosity for her?

With another surge forward, Ithos fucked the revelation out of her. His pace accelerated at an unbelievable pace, even more eager than last time. It was impossible to quantify an emotion, but if she had to guess, she'd go with twice as eager. Well, she might, if she didn't have two cocks ramming in and out of her holes with the conflagration of novice passion.

Every thrust spread Max open on the way in, tickling every spot within her vagina on its way and slamming into that odd bundle of nerves in her asshole before his hips met hers. His scales smacked into her fur every time, sending a rippling wave of fat all the way from her ass to her chest.

To eliminate any doubt of how he felt, Ithos moved his paws up to get a firm grip on her plush hips, squeezing those love handles for all they were worth. He used them for leverage on the way in and out in equal measure as he fucked her for all she was worth. The sheer, overwhelming daze of pleasure had Max struggling to keep up, tongue lolling out as she felt all the stimulation rising to yet another peak.

All of a sudden, though, Ithos started thrusting with even more desperation. His violent pace started to slow as his breath started to grow heavy again. He tried valiantly not to stop, but Max felt him putting more and more weight on her and, despite his best efforts, slowing down.

"I think," Ithos gasped, "I need a breather."

Max squeezed around his shafts, and he slammed back into her. He still had most of her weight on her as well. So, in a sense, he needed her for balance.

Max threw her ass into his groin and forced him to tumble back yelping. Any qualms he had with the motion must not have mattered too much when her weight slammed him even deeper than he'd been before. The momentum had her start tumbling back, too, but she made sure to keep herself nice and speared in both holes.

Ithos got the breather he needed, though. Max made sure of that. She planted her hindpaws on each of his thighs and started thrusting up and down.

As well as some more precum, she also milked some very deeply pleasured moans out of Ithos. As she got into the motion, she felt him wrap his paws around her to squeeze at any bits of her chub that she could reach. He gave some firm squeezes to her love handles, her belly, finally landing on her chest again.

Max rolled her head back with her thrusts. Even though it was a different context, pushing her pelvis forward for pleasure came so much more natural to her. She wasn't sure which she had the opportunity to do more before, but she had a feeling she tried to top any chance she got. Even through this mind-numbing double-penetration, she still found herself longing.

Ithos couldn't resist trying to thrust up as she fell this time, rattling those concerns out of her once again. What was wouldn't get in the way of what mattered right then and there: getting fucked, filled, and flooded. With all new vigor, she got back to focusing on her own thrusts.

Laying on top of him was as close as she could get to topping for now, so she took the chance for all it was worth and got to work. The angle forced the head of his cock to grind against the top of her passage, nearly slipping out almost every time. The position left that cock barely inside of her at all while struggling to get her asshole off the base of the other.

With a frustrated grunt, she gave up on laying on her back and rolled forward. The motion speared his cock into her vagina and made her moan out a long, "Chaaaaaa." She wiggled on top for a moment before continuing her mission.

Ithos gave her fat a parting grope as she moved her hindpaws to the floor. Max continued to squeeze his cocks for all they were worth as she rolled forward until her forepaws hit the ground.

His tail smacked into her left wrist. She yanked it up with a yelp, about to yell at him until she noticed the familiar flame at the end of his tail. She was so horny that she put her face right next to an open flame and didn't even notice. She still struggled to really register what would've been wrong with that or how it could possibly be more urgent than the two cocks in her.

With the fire hazard taken care of, Max finally got started proper. She had a good feel for both of the cocks now, and they spread her nice and wide. She pushed her thighs together as she leaned forward about as far as she could.

The motion had her squeaking in pleasure, tail tensing up to the sky while excited sparks bounced down it. She started pushing back, and sank into bliss. She could get used to this.

Max worked the motion slowly a few times, relishing in the novel experience, well, not too novel. She'd learned the trick pretty early on trying to figure out how the fuck to pleasure herself again, and this position gave her the most luck. Still, with the constant, delicious twitches of two real, living cocks spreading both holes open, it was plenty novel to leave her in awe.

Ithos breathlessly tried to help her along while still resting up a bit. Max appreciated the effort and redoubled her own. She started speeding up as best she could and wiggling her pelvis around as she did.

Already, she felt the pleasure mounting again. She felt every twitch and tingle of Ithos' cocks all throughout her. She kept smacking her phantom prostate against him in every thrust and even started shifting her hips just right to really grind him against it.

Every single time she moved, she felt more pre spilling into her. The delightful warmth hit her perfectly in all the most sensitive parts. She had to bite her cheek as she went to keep herself from climaxing again too soon. This one had to be their last, and thus, it would be their best. Ithos was clearly running low, and despite being the more athletic one, she didn't know if she had much more in her, either.

Ithos sat up to start grabbing at her ass with one paw while the other held him up. The squeeze made Max squirm as she leaned even harder into his groin. While she wiggled around his cocks, they both moaned in pleasure.

Ithos redoubled his efforts and brought his other paw around to do the same. They groped all along her ass as she fucked him, squeezing extra hard any time she clenched tight around him. He started rocking his hips with her motions to add even more stimulation to the mix for both of them.

Max could feel that ache inside more than ever, now. She was already leaking his precum out of her vagina no matter how hard she clenched, though her asshole was tight enough to hold it in. That added sensation of the cum flowing out worked absolute wonders for her by spreading that intoxicating burn everywhere. The needy ache of exhaustion had her moaning in pleasure for every inch she had inside her.

"M-Max, I-I need," Ithos grunted. "Gonna-" He hissed out his own interruption and wrapped burning scales around the fat of her thighs.

His body heat soared while Max continued riding him. It even started to sting, but with all the heat everywhere else, it only added to the delight. That light bit of pain had no chance overcoming the blaze of pleasure that he'd already steeped her in.

Ithos dug his paws into her love handles and lifted her ass up. Max squeaked at the motion, and he swung his tails underneath her legs as he hopped up onto his legs again. She could feel his cocks twitching desperately inside her with every motion, each little rub sending out a shot of precum while he grunted in all the exertion and stamina he had left to hold his last loads back.

Max didn't sit idly back, but she happily let him put some more effort into the motions for a second. She needed a breather of her own. She couldn't commit to it for more than a single thrust.

She wanted to lay back and let him fuck her, but she was too horny. She needed every bit of force pounding into her that both of them could add. She'd felt him split both holes open, hammering into her, and she was desperate to feel its full extent again.

Ithos grabbed her by the love handles and helped her along. He threw her forward to yank her back with every thrust. His cocks slammed so deep into her every time. Both hilted with every thrust, and the harsh pound against her pelvis with every single one sent a ripple of fat all the way through from her ass to her mammaries.

Eager shocks of pleasure shot all through Max with every thrust, too. Lightning arced all around as they fucked, engulfing them. Ithos hissed and groaned every time her eager shocks shot through him. It constantly jerked him back in or out while the electricity commandeered control of his nerves.

Max gave up on releasing the tension on the way in, now. That exhilarating pressure built and built with every thrust, every twitch, every shock, every burning scale that slammed into her, every squirt of pre deeper than she'd ever been able to feel before and every breathless moan from Ithos. Her pleasure built with it, far beyond what she'd already had before. Her heart raced with every single inch that plowed inside her.

"Pi-Pika!" Max gasped. Her eyes weren't glassy anymore. She had all her faculties focused on holding those cocks as deep inside her as she possibly could until he stopped trying to rip them from her grasp.

"Max!" Ithos moaned. He bent over her like he had before to slam into her even harder. His scalding scales covered her back as he reached down to grope her belly with his paws. He let a plume of flames out of his mouth feeling her fat around his fingers, that burn of his scales delightfully singing the sensitive fur of her belly.

The flare of passion over her head sent Max over the edge. She couldn't hold on any longer and felt herself start to spasm down below. Her pussy sprayed all over his cock while the muscles rippled with her fat around every inch of it.

Ithos hissed out a cloud of smoke above them that slightly flooded the room as he finally slammed in. Her helpless squirms and spasms went in waves around his cock while he started to fire his load inside her again. The little bit of cooling from the lube had no lasting effect, burning her so deep in both holes as he filled her with his kerosene cum.

The wave of her orgasm didn't abate for a moment while he did, each thrust sending her to another height that she never could have known. Every time she thought she'd reached the end of its full body seizing, she would have to clench again as its next wave washed over her.

His cocks erupting inside her had her squeezing around as tight as she possibly could. She needed every milliliter of that cum inside of her.

She wouldn't lose a drop.

Every spurt had her clenching harder. The extra tension only served to make him shoot another load even deeper. It was a hopeless feedback loop of pleasure that had her tail joining her back in a desperate arc to the sky while her hips tried to merge with Ithos' into one set. The way his scales burned against her fur, she worried they might end up welded together.

At her absolute tightest, the most tension she'd ever felt, Ithos ripped out of her to slam inside again. He pumped into her a few times, sending another wave of ripples through her. With that rippling of her fat, every muscle gave out at once.

The burning exertion of pleasure burst inside her as she came again. Every single muscle in her body went out at once. Ithos didn't hesitate to grab her by the chest and flop back.

Her entire back rested against the soft, creamy scales of his chest and belly. From the tips of her ears to her tail, she felt all the tension she'd ever felt in her body seeping out of her pussy in one wonderful flow. Even as Ithos tickled his paws across her nipples, she didn't have the energy to wriggle at the touch. She just lay back while the fresh tingles arced through her fur with unending release.

"Chaaaaaaaa," Max squealed out. Ithos gave a few slight thrusts in agreement. The gentle invasion of her depths had her squeak out a, "Pi!" with every one. His searing cum coated her insides again. She didn't know if she'd every get it all out. She hoped she never lost a drop.

Ithos leaned his head up to plant a kiss on the top of her head. Max wiggled her head with a dumb smile leaving her mouth wide open. His unceasing inferno worked double duty with the ongoing release.

His heat soaked deep through her fur into her muscles. Like a sauna, it sucked her sweat out to join the humid steam leftovers of their lovemaking. He rubbed his burning paws all along her belly, squeezing every bit of fat he could get his paws on, and the molten cum inside of her resonated with the contact. Even as he softened, she felt the delightful stretch spreading both holes open.

Ithos gave a simple tug of his hips, and tugged both cocks out at once (Max could swear she heard a pop! from her asshole). She didn't have the energy to clench anymore. With nothing left to block the flow, the shared fluids of their love making spilled out of both holes in a steady stream.

Ithos churred in delight, Max squeaking in the same, as it flowed freely down the cleft of her groin and ass and onto his groin. Max used what little strength she had left to roll over on top of him.

With their bellies meeting, her own had to bear even more of her weight. The added weight squeezed her just enough to deflate her just a bit more. Her own weight juiced her like a lemon, sending a spurt all over Ithos' cocks right as they returned to their resting place. They both wriggled a bit at the sensations while they stared into each other's eyes.

Ithos grabbed her by the armpits and tugged her up, leaving a trail of their cum from his groin up his belly. They could clean up later. Max smiled at him, barely still conscious. Their lips met. After taking a moment to register the touch, Max reciprocated. Ithos glanced down at her dazed expression and chuckled.

Now, she knew what it meant to be fucked silly.

Ithos started pulling back, but Max squeaked in distress. She couldn't, not yet. She wriggled back up to his lips and let them meet again. Her eyes sat floating in an ocean of distant bliss.

Ithos rolled his eyes and hugged her tight. She'd always been clingy, so this was nothing new. If anything, he probably always assumed she'd be cuddly after sex. Max wasn't sure herself, but she knew in that moment that if they didn't stay kissing for at least another minute then she would die from despair. With a suck and a cartoonish squeak, she finally pulled back and let the kiss end.

"So," Ithos gasped. He was still clearly out of breath. Having twenty-two pounds of mouse on his chest probably didn't help things, but he already knew Max would never let him take her off. A bit of her sense returned, and she used it to rub her cheek into his chest. "Does that mean I did good?"

Max tilted her head back to narrow her eyes at him. Behind the air of a joke, she could see heartbreaking sincerity. "Yep," she said with a chuckle. "A+."

"Yes!" Ithos cheered, pumping his fist by his side. He chuckled while Max buried her face into his chest in second-paw embarrassment. At least he wasn't doing that stupid fucking dance.

Max tentatively glanced up, then very carefully examined his face. She nodded in deep, serious thought as she looked him over, considering every single scale on him. After intense scrutiny, she nodded and looked up at his (now, slightly worried) eyes and decreed her judgment: "Dork."

"You-" Ithos grumbled. He shook his head and tugged her into a tighter hug with a roll of his eyes. "Takes one to know one."

Max didn't bother with another retort and hugged him back. His arms around her, and hers around him, she felt at home and at peace. Whatever came, she knew she had him. At some point, she realized he was asleep, and they were on the bed. He must've taken her there. She wondered for a moment if he'd cleaned her up first, but that thought faded with her consciousness.

Just another mess to deal with in the morning.