Faraway Fantasies
Flygon (Female) x Human (Male—Generic OC)
Story Summary: A young Dutch man spices up his life by visiting a famous Pokémon brothel in one of the few cities where it's legal: Amsterdam. After careful research, he thinks he's found the perfect match, but can he handle her?
"Sign here, and here, and here, for the full experience," a reception desk employee said in a bored tone, pointing at the three paper forms on the counter.
Koen knew he shouldn't sign right away. He examined the forms; however, he only signed the first two. "Here we go."
The reception employee didn't even react. He put the signed forms into a binder and typed something on a computer. "Cash, I presume?"
"Correct," Koen replied as he took out his wallet, pulled out five hundred euros, and placed them on the counter. He thought the experience was expensive, but had learned long ago that anything within Amsterdam's fabled red-light district came at a premium.
The employee took the cash and stashed it in the register. The printer behind him whirled to life and printed out a form. He handed Koen the payment ticket and the form. "Go down the main hallway and take the third exit. Show the form with the QR code to the bouncer you'll run into."
"Thank you," Koen replied. As he strolled down the hallway and past a few other patrons, he realized that none of the other hallways had bouncers except for the third one. He saw the warning sign emblazoned with bold yellow letters on a black background next to the muscular bouncer, who only regarded him with a side glance.
Warning. All Pokémon beyond this section proved too challenging to train and may not adhere to the Faraway Fantasies code of conduct. Please sign Liability Waiver AA and AB for access. Liability Waiver AC is optional and reserved for the wildest clients seeking the most thrilling experiences—Faraway Fantasies Management.
Koen retrieved his form and presented it to the bouncer, who grabbed a scanner. After a quick QR scan, he entered the hallway. The long corridor, illuminated by faint, flickering lights, appeared intimidating; each doorway, more heavily reinforced than the last, loomed menacingly. A chill ran down his spine as he walked until he arrived at the door that matched the name and printed code on his form. He pressed the form to the doorway's scanner, and after a few seconds of processing, the scanner whirred and clicked, ejecting a translator. He picked up the device, noting its smooth plastic texture before inserting the small earbud, feeling it settle in his ear.
"There we go." Koen opened the heavy doorway and closed it behind him with a heavy thud that made the room rumble. The sight that greeted him floored him. Rather than the stereotypical—and tacky—hotel room he half expected, he found himself in an expansive room dotted with sand pits, lush grass, and trees. "Well, this is worth the five hundred euros, I must admit," he said. He walked forward and looked around, finding the silence and stillness rather eerie. He glanced at the form still in his hands. "Says here your name is… Jizara."
At the lack of response or movement within the room, Koen cupped his hand and shouted, "Jizara! Dear, are you here?"
No answer.
Unbeknownst to Koen, Jizara observed him through the dense foliage of one tree, with her unmoving form camouflaged with her surroundings. Green scales and ridges blended with the rustling leaves, with only the occasional flash of the red rims of her wings or tail revealing her position. Her gaze followed the human as he strolled around the enclosure, searching for her.
"Hey there, Jizara, I'm Koen," Koen called out again. "I booked you for the evening." He stopped in the center, spun on the spot, and yelled to every nook and cranny, "It's just me! Wanted a bit of fun before retiring for the night!"
No answer.
"Jizara? Anybody there? Please!?" Koen asked as he stopped between several of the enclosure's trees.
'Enough of this. Go time.' Jizara's wings spread, and her claws loosened their grip on the branches. From the tree where she hid, she sprang like a predator and flew toward Koen, her wings oscillating to where the air thundered with the sound of a rippling vibration in her wake. With a forceful crash that knocked the wind from him, she pinned Koen against the grass, its smooth texture contrasting her feet's rough scales. She gave him a long, hard stare, then scoffed—a sharp sound that spoke volumes. "Hm, painfully average dude I got here, it seems," she commented. "You're tall, at least. Decent shape, that's a plus. Young, too. Cute." Jizara shifted forward, shuffling her wings over her shoulders to display herself for him.
Koen swallowed hard when he met her eyes—hidden behind a membranous red shield—with his. Jizara wasn't joking around. The power that exuded from her made him tremble underneath the Flygon, his knees shaking to where he had trouble controlling them. And yet he mustered the courage to reach up for a firm stroke, grabbing her flank with a palm. There she stood over him—a Flygon. A Pokémon he'd dreamed of countless times yet only saw in textbooks or the internet, a Pokémon native to only the most inhospitable Australian and African deserts.
Jizara's tail reacted and slapped his hand away with a firm smack. Koen yelped and pulled his hand back as the flat surface of her three tail fans provided a rather painful sting. She huffed and shifted her weight, letting one of her heavy footfalls settle on his chest, with the claws unsheathing to keep him pinned. "You only touch me when I allow it."
"And when will that be?" Koen asked, rubbing his aching hand.
"You're so lucky I'm contractually obligated not to hurt you too badly. Unless you signed the all-releasing waiver." Jizara craned her neck, and her snout approached his face until their noses touched. Her eyes, hidden behind their red shields, burned into his, and she inhaled. Her scaly lips curled upward in a sinister smile that revealed her sharp fangs, and then she sat back and scoffed. "Please tell me you signed the biggest waiver, and it wasn't an error on my display thing back there."
"I did not!" Koen exclaimed as soon as he understood what she had told him through the earbud in his right ear, and his heart raced with both fear and arousal. "Precisely because I was rather terrified halfway through reading it."
"That's what losers say. You should've signed it. I get to have the most fun that way," Jizara said with a disappointed look on her draconic features. Her wings buzzed behind her, and her tail drifted from side to side. "Without it, I have to exercise so much caution. Boring."
"I'd rather not visit the hospital after this," Koen said. He reached with both hands for her forelimbs and struggled to get her off him but gave up when he failed to move her an inch. The Flygon, at most twice his size, wasn't massive by any stretch of the imagination, yet she looked strong enough to crush him easily if desired.
Jizara observed his weak struggle with a tilt of her head, a smile forming on her lips as she felt his body shifting beneath her. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad."
Koen abandoned his endeavors and looked back up into her eyes. "Mercy? I'm new to this whole thing. I've never visited a place quite like this one before."
"I can tell," Jizara said. She kept him captive, her foot claws pressing into Koen's chest, his body sinking into the cool, yielding grass. She opened her maw and leaned forward, licking him along his jawline with a tongue that turned out surprisingly soft for such an intimidating dragoness.
Jizara shifted her tongue with a mischievous grin so that the point slid inward toward the human's mouth. In response, out of curiosity to see her reaction to denial, Koen tilted his head back and shut his lips, but that didn't stop the Flygon. Jizara leaned further and forced his lips open with a thrust of her tongue.
Koen let out a stunned groan that died against her larger tongue as it forced his mouth open with little to no effort. Her tongue roamed around in his mouth, leaving a wet and sticky sensation. A soft, unrelenting pressure on his tongue—a feeling both strange and oddly pleasant—made him moan. She growled through her throat and pressed herself closer, shoving more of her smooth tongue into the pinned human's mouth, feeling up the inside of his throat as she explored him. Koen coughed, gagged, and struggled for air, his fingers clenching around her neck.
As suddenly as she started, Jizara pulled her tongue out from his mouth. Koen turned his head away from her slobbering tongue and spat excess saliva out of his mouth. The viscous fluid left his cheeks sticky; its taste was pleasant and tangy. It would be a lie if he claimed the sensation wasn't enticing, but the manner she held him in place prevented him from reciprocating.
Jizara's foot claws remained firm, pinning him in place so he couldn't resist even an inch. "You better enjoy what I taste like."
"I swear I do!" Koen replied amidst coughs while trying to turn his head and spit out the remaining drool, to no avail. His cheeks remained slick with dragon saliva, with strands falling from the edge of his lips. The strong aftertaste lingered in his mouth and drove him crazy. His mind kept returning to it, no matter how much he tried to focus on the situation he found himself.
Jizara winked at him as she towered over him. She swiveled, spread her hind legs, and laid down on top of him. "Enjoy the view, loser." The Flygon's body weight settled down on his neck, chest, and stomach, pinning him down and leaving no secret for his eyes.
"It's a lovely view!" Koen said to appease her. He blushed as Jizara's muscular thighs nestled around his face and held it in place. From the muscles that ran down her lengthy tail, to the distinct slit of rosy flesh between a sea of emerald scales, to the thick and alluring contours of her thighs, he saw it all.
Jizara lowered herself further until her cloaca brushed against Koen's lips, so close its warmth permeated onto his skin. He felt the outline of the dragoness' flesh resting against his nose and mouth. Her feminine aroma, deliciously scented with earthy and spicy tinges, invaded his nostrils, making his heart skip a beat. The sudden sensation caused Koen to tilt his head up, sliding his mouth over the entire area where her slit ended.
Koen licked out instinctively as he looked up between Jizara's tail and slit. From his position, all that encompassed his vision of the dragoness was her rump. Her armored scales shifted to reveal further the outer rim of her soft, pink vent whenever the muscles in her flanks twitched or moved. Every time they did, her fluids dribbled over his lips and made him hungrier for her, as such an enticing taste left him wanting nothing more than to savor every little drop of them.
As Koen's lips slid over her slit, his mouth closed over the entirety of her opening, and his teeth grazed against Jizara's moistening flesh. The touch elicited a growl from the dragoness' jaws, and she shoved her hips forward, grinding against his mouth forcefully in candid approval. "Mm, well done. You're not entirely new," Jizara said between growls and snarls.
"Oh, yeah, you like that?" Koen replied, breaking the kiss.
"Yes, but don't get cocky." Jizara's eyes focused on the erect bulge showing through her client's pants, with her nostrils sniffing at his musky scent. Her tongue rolled out from her maw and pressed against the fabric, tracing the length of the human's dick before circling over the tip. The Flygon's snout skimmed over the bulge, with her hot breath caressing his confined cock through the thin cloth of his pants.
Koen bucked his hips, unable to restrain himself as her tongue worked wonders around his erection. He returned the favor in kind by running his tongue over the inside of the soft and slimy lips that framed her cloaca's entrance, teasing them as he pulled them apart gently before delving into her warm depths. The walls clenched around him in response, coaxing him to explore farther with hungry ripples that tugged on his mouth invitingly. He thrust his tongue forward, piercing past her protective inner lips and making Jizara's flesh tense up in excitement.
"Mm, eager one," Jizara rumbled from above him. "Very eager one." Her jaws clenched, and her teeth clicked as she panted on the trapped member, with her tongue working her way along the fabric. A single claw came forward, and she teased at the waistband of his pants, threatening to tear them if Koen ignored her unspoken demands.
With the thought of Jizara being a bit more brutal than he preferred, Koen frantically worked the buttons off and loosened up his pants. He couldn't see her through her, but he swore he heard her smugly chuckling as he rushed to undress himself, awkward as it was, given the limited mobility of his arms and the trapped state of his upper body under her weight. Once his penis popped free of its confines, bouncing upward through the loose flap in his underwear and hanging up erect, he waited for whatever came next.
"Not bad." Jizara eyed the prize eagerly and rewarded her submissive customer by engulfing the length with one smooth motion of her maw. Her sharp teeth brushed dangerously against the sensitive organ as she brought her lips to the very base, enveloping him in the warmth of her jaws and giving him a full taste of her mouth and its well-practiced skills.
Koen gasped as the Flygon sucked on his cock, feeling himself twitching inside of her as she rolled her tongue over his most sensitive of places. The softness and sponginess of the dragon's mouth contrasted against the roughness of her teeth and lips, and his hips pushed up further each time those fearsome edges came close to prickling him.
Jizara bobbed her head back and forth, using her agile tongue to swirl around his glans. She pulled out and craned her neck to look at what little of his face poked out from between her thick thighs. "How do you feel, big boy? Liking my mouth already?" she asked, giving him no room to speak as she dived back in and engulfed his cock with her maw. Her muscular tongue offered no mercy, pressing and coiling around his length at the same rhythm as the bobs of her head.
Koen couldn't find any words to reply with, and even if he could, they would've drowned in the endless flesh of her slit while she lavished his member with loving strokes. They had grown slippery under the steady trickle of fluids coating her insides. His tongue sank deeper into her passage andmet with the sudden sensation of dozens of small muscle contractions.
Each ripple in the soft flesh stroked his tongue with the utmost care as her tight depths gripped it. Koen moaned, groaned, and grunted into Jizara's slit, prompting her to chuckle around his cock. This sound translated to pleasing vibrations he enjoyed along his shaft as she continued rhythmically bobbing her head.
Reluctantly, Koen retracted his tongue and placed his hands on Jizara's rump. "Wait, wait… I…" he stammered. His heartbeat raced, and he knew he wouldn't hold out much longer at this rate.
Jizara let him fall with an audible pop and lifted her haunches enough to allow him room to speak. "Something wrong?" She smirked, and the mischievous tone dripped off her voice in spades. "You can cum if you want. I promise I won't judge."
"No, it's… just… I want to take it slow, yes?" Koen said, sounding almost apologetic about wanting to prolong the experience. "You're amazing. Splendid, you're gorgeous, your mouth is so perfect—" he stuttered, finding it harder to get the words out as the seconds passed.
"Don't compliment me, idiot. I'm your sex partner, not a lover. Just relax, man up, and do your job. I'm sure you can handle an extra orgasm, and so can I. Now, get your tongue in there before I change my mind," Jizara insisted. With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she dropped her weight onto him again and smothered him with her thighs and cloaca, a heavy sigh escaping her jaws at the renewed contact.
Koen dove forward, consumed by the Flygon's essence and relishing the heady taste that swamped him once more. Without delay, Jizara picked up where she had left off, her head engulfing and gently bobbing on his shaft with hungry enthusiasm. While she suckled on him, her tongue glided over the exposed underside and played with his shaft, enjoying the heat it emanated and how it pulsed in anticipation, throbbing against her.
Jizara's throat swallowed a few times around Koen's cock, flexing firmly and constricting the organ with incredible skill. She growled to excite him further with intense vibrations. As her hunger grew, she increased the speed of her movements in a furious onslaught that had him gasping desperately into her nether regions.
And no respite came. Koen's hips writhed helplessly below her ministrations, pushing his length forward with fervent need in pursuit of pleasure. Koen sensed himself inching closer by the second, and as Jizara didn't offer a break to warn her, he let himself go and climaxed, thrusting his member as deep into the welcoming mouth as his position allowed him. His pelvis convulsed with each ejaculation, sending thick, ropey bursts of his semen splattering into his partner's mouth with reckless abandon.
Jizara swallowed without complaint, gulping down the salty liquid that he pumped into her throat with unabashed greed. She slowed her motions and eased herself over his body, rocking her haunches forward to grind her slit over Koen's face. While licking up the remaining fluids from his penis, she let out a long, sensual rumble. She rolled his tip over her tongue, cleaning it to the last drop.
The further touches left Koen moaning weakly into Jizara's rosy cloaca, with his eyes fluttering as his tongue lolled out, still smothered by the Flygon's sopping slit. His mind whirled in blissful euphoria, and he struggled to stay conscious amid the intense pleasure that overwhelmed his senses. The rush of a powerful orgasm robbed him of his strength, leaving him vulnerable to the pleasures his partner provided for him.
After several long moments of bliss and utter rapture, his limbs ached, his heart raced, and his entire body shivered with the aftereffects. Despite the pleasurable experience, his member didn't share his desire for rest, nor did his stamina deplete as much as it should've given the explosive orgasm. It took little for his cock to perk back up, swelling within Jizara's view to full hardness in a matter of seconds.
Above him, Jizara grinned at his resilience. She turned and lowered her backside on Koen's chest, pressing her swollen vent against his stomach with a loud, wet smack. "My, my, my, you still aren't satisfied? Good." The dragoness' throat rumbled while rubbing his chin with her fanned tail affectionately. She stood up, moved to the side, and stared down at him, licking her lips with giddy excitement.
"Not in a long shot, dear," Koen replied, catching his breath.
"Then move your ass and get off your back." Jizara lowered herself on her hind legs and watched with a wide smirk as Koen finished undressing and scrambled to his knees to approach her again. Without a moment of delay, he wrapped his arms around the dragoness' powerful haunches, mesmerized at their immense bulk and how much they rippled with corded muscles as he squeezed on them.
Jizara felt a sharp jolt as his hands firmly gripped her tail base, causing her to arch her back. The Flygon's tail, a blur of motion, lashed out with surprising speed, wrapping around his neck with a firm grip. Overcome with a sudden wave of fear, Koen's fingers scrambled to release her, his breath catching in his throat. His face twisted in concern as he looked down at the Pokémon staring back at him through red eye shields. She was expressionless, with her claws pressed against the grass for balance. It took Koen seconds of uncertainty to realize that she hadn't restricted his breathing.
"What, you thought I'd present myself like a bitch and let you have your way with me? Not in a million years. Even with my tail up, I'm still in charge of what happens." Jizara seemed amused by his naivety. "Besides, you need some guidance if you'll be useful." She flicked Koen's forehead with the tip of her tail's middle fan, which he understood meant she grew impatient. He regained a hold of her muscular rear end and, guided by her tail, brought his mouth down onto her dripping slit.
The emerald scales framing it parted and revealed the fleshy lips within, glistening with Jizara's arousal. Her folds yielded to his lips and tasted delightfully warm and silky against his tongue's touch. Koen didn't waste a second in thrusting his tongue forward, entering the wet vent with renewed confidence and a bit of playful lustfulness in the hopes it would elicit a loud reaction from his paid companion. He heard her utter a muted hum of appreciation and felt a fanned tail tip brush against his shoulder in encouragement.
"Closer to the bottom," Jizara suggested. "I'm not human. The magic happens closer to the bottom with dragons like me." As the dragoness spread her legs, her cloacal opening widened, granting the human greater access. Koen followed through and noticed some movement underneath the flesh that caused her to quiver and the insides of her passage to tremble with tiny spasms, contracting wildly over his tongue.
Jizara's body language and the subtle reactions of her form, coupled with the noises she emanated, let Koen know he had found the most sensitive spots. He shifted his attention and planted a firm kiss over the area where Jizara wanted it most. The meeting of their lips sent a shiver down her spine as he touched the very edge of her inner flesh.
As soon as Koen kissed her where she desired the most, Jizara relaxed. She threw her head back and exhaled, melting into the caresses, sighing while he applied more pressure with his lips. The Flygon's outer flesh enveloped the human's mouth and embraced it heatedly. Her lubricating juices leaked as her excitement grew, with thick strands of liquid splashing onto his cheeks. Her tail coiled ever so slightly tighter, forcing a gasp out of him that reminded her to relax her hold.
Koen pressed onward, tasting Jizara's sweet flavor and gulping it as she gave out indistinct murmurs of approval. His tongue sought the source of her dripping fluids, probing at the tight entrance with a gentle touch while his fingers brushed across her inner thighs and tail base, easing her into the newfound pleasure.
Jizara growled lustfully, planting her feet and claws into the grass beneath her. "I can't take this any longer." She dragged her tail up to her back, forcing Koen's body above her and his face to mash into her back, just between her spread wings, with his torso pressed against her spine and his arms wrapped around her for support. Her muscles rippled under her tough, armored hide against his touch; her draconic scent and earthy aroma caused him to feel dizzy and even more eager.
Koen's cock pressed against the length of her slit, eliciting a growl from the Flygon. "Yes, right there," Jizara said through throaty rumbles. Her tail tightened on his neck, slightly cutting his air supply off as a veiled threat. "Push yourself into me, now."
Koen obliged. He pushed forward with his pelvis, sliding himself against the length of Jizara's engorged slit. Her cloaca's folds grasped him in, their fleshy flaps spreading to wrap themselves around his dick like a vise and bring him in deeper, where a sea of soft, fleshy ridges greeted him.
Koen tried to speak but found the words lost in his throat, as only a gasp escaped him. Immediately, he felt the pressure increase around his neck as Jizara adjusted her tail's grip and pulled him harder against her back. Koen moaned as his senses threatened to black out, his vision obscured by the figure of the dragoness under him. His legs squirmed as they dangled over her rear, fighting against her heavy and powerful hind legs to bring his aching member as far into her as he could. There was hardly any room for leverage in their position, but her hold on him made it difficult to move without having to exert the force needed to shove himself on top of her.
Despite that, Koen dragged his hips forward, inching further into Jizara with each push until he eventually found himself almost wholly sheathed within her. He gritted his teeth as the Flygon's insides squeezed hungrily on the intruder. Her walls rippled around his shaft, causing his toes to curl and a wave of shivers up and down his spine. He let out a strangled moan as he struggled to stay conscious under the intense grip on his neck and the utter bliss that radiated throughout his body.
"That's it, useless oaf," Jizara rumbled, showing no strain despite carrying his weight on her back. She swayed her body back and forth and, combined with well-timed pulls and pushes of her tail, made the human bounce off her rear, almost mimicking the motions of a real thrust.
It drove Koen to the edge. He tried his best to reciprocate her efforts, even though her vice-like grip and the difficulty in moving took their toll on his battered body. He managed another short burst of movement, slamming into her and sinking into her depths once more until she pushed him back with her tail and then yanked him against her back, dragging him in and out of her in a quick motion that exposed his entire length to the cool air before plunging back into the heavenly heat of the dragoness' cloaca.
Each time Jizara's tail pulled him toward the front of her body and slammed him face-first into her back, her flesh tightly closed around his cock in a slick embrace. Koen groaned as he fell into a vicious cycle, alternating between the two unique and overwhelming sensations. One moment, he savored the delightful sensation of sinking into Jizara's inviting passage, only to feel his entire body tense the very next when the Flygon's tail yanked him backward, withdrawing his length from her depths and denying him the warmth and comfort of her velvety flesh.
All too soon, Koen approached yet another climax. He whimpered under the oppressing strength of the dragon Pokémon, and his struggles ceased as he lost more energy through his constant attempts at resistance. The rush of blood to his brain muddied his mind, leaving him with nothing more than an acute sense of ecstasy and the dull tingling that pulsed down his loins as Jizara worked her magic on him. He tried to say something, anything, but found all words that left his mouth as unintelligible grunts, stifled by the firm coils of her tail around his neck.
Jizara growled, enjoying the rough impacts of his pelvis against the engorged rim of her cloaca and the deep, harsh penetrations each of her motions created. She limited the length of his movements, making sure she had control over his range of motion and using that to tease him. She bit her lip and let out a low hiss at each stroke as he plunged into her. "Almost there. Oh yes!" She leaned forward, stretched her body with a deep grunt, and felt the pleasure ripple through her muscles as she used her tail to force him against her backside. Koen's member buried so far into her with each pass that it pleased the bottom passage of her cloaca just right. "Give in. You know you want to."
As Jizara continued to drive him insane with pleasure, Koen knew it was only a matter of seconds before he gave in to his impending release. He tried to reply again but couldn't because of the tail coiled around his neck. Judging by the spasms and deep, guttural rumbles emanating from Jizara's chest that sent rough vibrations throughout him, Koen knew she had to be close, too.
Jizara kept the pace consistent, letting out an occasional growl or trill as she slammed his body into her haunches repeatedly with the powerful pulls of her tail as a makeshift leash, sending the human bouncing off her body with each impact. She felt him lean against her back, his head resting comfortably in the crook of her neck with his eyes closed, face red, and mouth agape. His nostrils flared with each exhale, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest against her scales accompanied light pants and huffs of exertion.
The rhythmic rocking of her body filled the forested room with the sharp slaps of flesh upon scales that came with each thrust Jizara made as she bounced him on her rear. His length throbbed hard with anticipation, the head twitching as it rubbed against the inner ridges of her flesh in how only a dragon Pokémon gave, providing him with an exquisite friction that left him moaning uncontrollably and powerless to resist the mounting ecstasy that coursed through him.
"Cum," Jizara commanded with a firm voice.
It was too much. Koen groaned as he jerked his body against hers. His muscles tightened, and his insides contracted as he climaxed again. This time, he shuddered violently as his orgasm tore into him with much more intensity than his last one. His mind spun out of control, and he collapsed in Jizara's grasp, left utterly weak from both his second ejaculation and the Flygon's tight chokehold.
His semen rushed out in hot bursts that filled the interior of her cloaca in seconds, and it came out along with a deluge of her fluids, courtesy of her orgasm that matched his, oozing from her abused vent and trailing down her inner thighs in a steady flow, forming small pools in the grass between her legs.
They remained motionless for several minutes afterward. Each of them bathed in their pleasure while the other rode out the rest of their orgasmic high, content and exhausted. When Jizara judged the moment right, she released the human's neck and let him fall onto the grass beside her. She grunted approvingly, and Koen panted as he lay face down on the soft surface.
"That was amazing," Koen said breathlessly, still lost in the afterglow and his heart pounding hard from the experience.
"What do you mean 'was' amazing? We are far from done," Jizara stated. "You paid for six hours, and six yours I'll get." She shook her body to relax her muscles, letting her wings vibrate energetically. A slow grin spread across her face, revealing the sharp points of her fangs. "You may be done, but I am not."
Koen gave a tired sigh and tried to stand up but found his legs wouldn't obey him as they still trembled after the intense climax and his subsequent fall. Upon feeling pressure on his back—courtesy of her fanned tail flipping him and pushing him upright—he looked up in alarm and made eye contact with her shielded eyes.
Jizara's tail brushed past him and grabbed onto his softening cock, giving it a few rough strokes that smeared their mixed fluids along its fanned tip. She chuckled hoarsely in his ear, running the edge of her claws against his neck in a way that made him whimper. "As I said, we're so not done."
Koen only gulped in response, unable to shy away from her. He realized paying for six hours turned out far too optimistic.
Notes: Flygon is pretty awesome.