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Summer Interest	By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 7726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Alex quickly washed up, still slightly flushed from what he had just done, and the number of eye rolls he received while awkwardly trying to offer Zoroark the towel he found, then even more awkwardly watching as she licked herself clean. He hadn't been able to look away, which amused Zoroark to no end based on the playful gleam in her eye, the way her tongue slowly teased across her plump sex, legs spread to give him an unobscured view. At least they hadn't ruined the couch.
He lost his shorts somewhere along the way, leaving him bare from the waist down. After drying himself, Alex opened the bathroom door, and this time Zoroark did wait to ambush him, deep red mane outlining her lithe body. She lounged with her back to the wall, her smile showing too many teeth.
"I said I wasn't finished with you." She flowed through the space between them, at Alex's side in one graceful motion. "Even among pokemon it's not very nice to breed a girl and disappear." Her claws slipped beneath his collar and used that leverage to spin him around and gently shove him to the wall.
Alex made a small squeak on impact, his face hot. "I wasn't- I didn't-"
Zoroark darted in, placing a lick across his lips which shut him up, her breath humid on his skin. "Words make a poor apology."
Deep red claws dragged at his shoulder a moment before he understood. Zoroark didn't back away, her chest pressed against his, forcing him to awkwardly slide down the wall, his nose trailing through her furred belly until the damp musk of their prior activities filled his senses.
Zoroark didn't give him more than a moment to admire her arousal-glossed lips, the strange, vaguely teardrop shape of her vulva glistening, inviting. Her hips curled into his face, pinning his head against the wall. Alex licked obediently, tasting the salty hint of his own presence, which only made him blush harder, but he wouldn't have stopped even if he had the choice. Zoroark let out a softly appreciative growl.
His tongue played in the silky heat of her pussy, even the taste of her enjoyable in its own way, neutral if a slight mineral tang. Two prior orgasms did little to discourage his quick erection. Alex hesitantly brought his hands to the back of Zoroark's muscular thighs, searching through her lush fur to find the taut curve of her butt. He groped at her, fingertips testing the toned muscle beneath, not quite so soft as he imagined, but intriguingly curvy and at least a little intimidating. Her hips bucked against his face, and a paw fondly pat him on the head.
After some time Zoroark pulled her hips away, freeing Alex. He panted, fresh cool air filling his lungs and sharpening the taste of Zoroark's sex that filled his mouth. A tremor of satisfaction worked through his gut seeing her breathing hard as well.
Zoroark lift her right leg, balancing expertly on the other. The blood red claws on her foot slipped beneath the collar of his t-shirt and deftly gripped him, forcing Alex to awkwardly scramble or risk having his clothing shredded. Zoroark forced him to the side, then shoved him back onto his elbows, making him thankful for the thick carpet covering the length of the hallway. The predatory gleam in Zoroark's eyes formed an uneasy knot in his stomach.
Her wide footpaw drove his chest back, leaving him staring up at the ceiling. She quickly lowered herself, one knee on each side of his head, hips slowly descending towards his face. She paused to stroke his cheek.
Zoroark spoke with a quiet, dangerous growl deep in her chest. "Not bad, pup. You're at least eager, but you should know how to properly please a girl." She lowered herself atop Alex, giving him a unique view up her slender gray belly, her chin tilting up as she rubbed herself against his lips, slick heat leaving a wet smear around his mouth. Alex once again started teasing his tongue into her tight entrance, but almost immediately Zoroark gripped his hair, angling his head back.
"Deeper." She shifted as well, bringing the forward point of her sex firmly against his tongue. Her claws dug painfully at his scalp, voice growing fiercer. "There."
Alex noticed the small crevice on the inside of her pussy, his tongue exploring, gently teasing her open. Nestled inside was a small nib of flesh, stiffer and more pronounced than the smooth muscular walls of her sex. He toyed with it, his tongue forming a picture of her strange anatomy and enjoying how it slipped around its protective refuge at the playful whims of his tongue.
Zoroark huffed, almost a bark of pleasure, and she released her hold on his hair, falling forward on both hands, her thighs squeezing tight, growling a simple exultation. "Good boy."
He sucked part of her fleshy outer lips into his mouth, letting him focus on what could only be her clit, thighs crushingly warm around his head, fur tickling his ears, muffling the soft whimpering sounds Zoroark made. Alex didn't even notice her shift until one of her footpaws searched across his belly. Soft fur quickly trapped his straining cock between the top of her foot and his own body. Alex inhaled sharply but knew better than to let his tongue falter.
Pleasure radiated from his previously neglected arousal, Zoroark's paw slowly teasing long strokes along his entire length. Warm satin fur cushioned the large joints that connected her claws, his cock settling between two of them. The hard but smooth backs of her claws glided across his pelvis, a claw tip occasionally poking into his thigh, sending a nervous jolt up his spine.
A soft needy whine escaped through his nose, mouth thoroughly occupied. The feat of dexterity required to stroke him as she did was impressive in its own right, but the sensations it sent through him, emphasizing how much he enjoyed having her atop him like this, drove his mind to blank nothingness, some primal state of being that let him feel pleasure and serve, nothing more.
Alex couldn't finish before her again, but the pressure in his groin built, his cock twitching desperately, and Zoroark continued to tease him, refusing to slow despite how close she brought him to the edge. He fought an increasingly futile battle against himself.
A car pulled into the driveway, and the automatic garage door whirred to life, slow, but putting a very finite limit on their time. Alex panicked, pushing at Zoroark's tense thighs. Zoroark growled, a very quiet, very dangerous sound, stilling everything but his tongue. Her crotch ground against his lips with savage insistence.
Zoroark leaned her face low, fiery blue eyes menacing. "You're done when I release you."
Alex whimpered, fear and pleasure forming an intoxicating cocktail in his gut. He licked frantically at her engorged clit, his jaw aching in protest but he didn't dare slow. He tried to speak without stopping, to convince Zoroark they needed to at least move somewhere else. An illusion wouldn't prevent someone from walking into them. Zoroark only let more of her weight press down onto his face, her thighs tense, locking his head firmly in place. He had no doubt that she could wrench his neck from his shoulders without much effort. He tried fruitlessly to push against her thighs and butt. If he could just explain for a second-
Zoroark snarled. "Struggle for me, pup. I don't care if they know you're mine. Imagine what Essie would think to find you like this." The back of her foot pressed more firmly against his cock, moving faster, ignoring the small spasms that jerked his hips and driving the breath from his lungs. Soft, tight, relentless, so good, he couldn't-
Warmth blossomed against his belly, painted across his skin by Zoroark's fur as she continued to stroke him. Alex squeezed his eyes shut, a long high pitched noise whistling from his nose, Zoroark's gentle musk overwhelming him, thought washed away in electric euphoria, her paw milking him through yet another powerful release.
His entire body froze up, his calves and feet and toes stiff. The only muscle in his body not locked in bliss relaxed just long enough to continue pumping his seed onto the back of Zoroark's paw.
The heavy outer door slammed shut, driving away the fog of pleasure ensnaring his thoughts. His sister would probably kill him if shame couldn't. Alex lashed his tongue, not caring if he pulled something in his neck. Zoroark's tight sex fought him, squeezing ever harder in an attempt to trap his tongue within her crushing heat. Footsteps slowly ascended the stairs from the basement.
Zoroark growled, almost imperceptibly low, but Alex felt the rumble through her pelvis. Her claws raked his scalp, the full weight of her lithe body crushing him into the soft carpet. His own fingers clawed at her quivering thighs, fingernails bending uselessly against her tough hide.
The quick jerk of Zoroark curling forward almost snapped his neck. Alex continued to toy with Zoroark's clit, terrified of disappointing her, but she squeezed hard. After a moment she tugged her sex free of Alex's suckling lips and uncoordinatedly ground her wet pussy back and forth across chin and nose, covering him in her slick fluids, powerful hips twitching. Breath hissed between her fangs in rhythmic, stuttering gasps.
"I'm back!" Essie's voice called from downstairs.
Alex furiously tapped at Zoroark's hip, but she squat atop him in a stupor, growling, swaying, eyes glassy. Footsteps started up the stairs which led directly onto the hallway where Zoroark pinned him to the floor. He didn't dare make a sound.
Zoroark slowly let her back straighten, and Alex looked up at her with wide pleading eyes. She grinned down at him but didn't move, a vicious smile showing off blade-like fangs.
"Alex?" Essie stepped up into the hall, less than fifteen feet from them. Zoroark must have them hidden, because Essie didn't immediately react to anything out of the ordinary.
Please, Alex willed. Zoroark's slick lips gave him one last sloppy kiss, pressing firmly over his mouth, then relented. Cool air stung his wet skin, both face and the small mess he made of his belly, but he ignored both of these for now. Essie walked towards them. Alex scrambled out from underneath Zoroark and darted into his room, no other option than to hope Zoroark kept them both hidden. He stumbled one leg into a pair of shorts when Essie rounded the door and poked her head in.
"O-Oh, I didn't hear you come in." He waited for the look of disgust, for her to recoil, start shouting.
Essie smiled. "You're still alive! Zoroark didn't give you any trouble did she?" Her sky blue blouse clung to the curve of her chest, encouraging memories from earlier that morning.
The aforementioned pokemon slipped past his sister unnoticed and gave him a broad grin, her blue eyes glittering with playful malevolence. She sat on the ground, bent forward and began to lick her footpaw clean of his cum, gray fur matted with his sticky release, some of it imparting an indecent luster to her maroon claws.
Alex stood, shorts forgotten, pooled around his ankle, trying very hard not to imagine his sister naked, much harder to do after today, her blue shirt the same color as the lace panties of Zoroark's illusion. He tried not to stammer. "No, not at all."
"Really." Essie shot him a dubious stare before breaking out into a grin. "I came home early because, and I love her to death, she's a nightmare sometimes. I didn't want to say anything ahead of time." She bit her lip sheepishly. " She once made a shopkeeper think his store had three feet of water in it. I had to buy a week's pay worth of crap he couldn’t sell just to avoid having the league called down on me." Essie shook her head. "Where is she now?"
Alex shrugged nonchalantly as if he didn't have his spent dick out in front of his sister and a mix of her pokemon's sexual fluids splashed across various parts of his body. "I don't know," he said a bit too quickly. "She's been turning invisible. I think to scare me." Zoroark shook with silent laughter.
"Typical," Essie muttered and turned away, retreating back down the hall and downstairs. "Thanks for keeping her company for me! I'll have to leave her here with you more often if she's going to behave."
When he heard his sister's footsteps on the stairs again, Alex let out a long, ragged breath, trying to will his pounding heart to slow down at least a little. Zoroark continued grooming herself, looking terribly satisfied.
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