Thread: Pokemon: An Unexpected Encounter (Viktoff Samson x N7Biotic)

The moon's light wasn't enough to restore any given man or pokemon's energy completely after such a primal mating sequence between the Zoroark and Blaze. Had this beast above her been any normal pokemon, he'd surely be losing consciousness after unloading such a massive load and his steller performance. Just like the trainer told Blaze and her human partner before they entered these woods They weren't going to be dealing with an average creature. Like a jogger who runs for hours every day. Their first day wasn't nearly as easy as their last. And it helped Zoroark that Blaze's sounds and reactions were all pleasant after he impregnated her. He'd let himself grow lost in her sounds, the way she responded to his tongue running along the fur of her cheek. It was all wonderful. For even just a moment, Zoroark let the idea of further ingraining himself into their lives just flood his evil brain. That way he could make them make these sounds every night, or whenever he wanted too. He could finally do his part as a prolific father to finally lend a hand in raising his wee lil pokemon that he bred with Blaze just now. It was a tender concept that actually served to lower his overall affinity for his signature dark pulse attack for just a moment. Zoroark's arms slipped back down Blaze's body before his hands could take to her hips and turn her onto her left side with his knot still inside her. This way, he hand access to her front without having to be a contortionist. He'd lay over her again, this time with his lower body pressed against her own and his back arched a bit, bringing his face to her bust. However, he didn't bury his face into her right away. Like this, she'd be capable of taking in the sight of mate being over her, her perfect body and breasts nearly shadowed by his strong dark furred body. What'd come immediately next would be his eyes slowly closing gently shut just before he'd bring his nose to the fluff of fur above or between Blaze's breasts before sniffing lightly for her scent and brushing her adoringly in this spot. This took place all while his knot continued to fail to keep the sheer max load of sperm inside her stomach, the hot egg-making milk ran out all around his groin, her leg, and the ground. In this position, her tail wouldn't be laid on and wouldn't be disrupted by his lean, tall body. His intimacy wouldn't end here, his own smaller tail quite visibly slanking from side to side from behind his mess of exotic hair. As his nuzzling stopped, his eyes would slowly open with his line of sight clearly being set on Blaze's own eyes. As his head raised, he pressed the tip of his long tongue to her collar bone before running the hot, wet, intentful tongue up over her throat. Before he'd get to her chin, the tip of his tongue would leave her neck and return to beneath her collar bone in order to repeat this. Again, and again, for at least ten times he slowly drew wet lines in her fur along her colloar bones and throat without necessarily drawing over exactly the same spot over and over. As he finished doing this, a puff of hot breath left his mouth and his eyes shut into an open-mouthed expression of delight. While his sharp features and striking details paired with the black and red colors surely marked him as a dangerous and unruly pokemon from the get-go, he certainly didn't strike her when she was vulnerable beneath him. Pressing his paws into the ground on each side of her head, he began to pull his lower body backward from her rear in slow but progressively harsher movements. While it may have been a confusing action at first, the way his bulbous knot would tease and test her sex would surely make his intent obvious. He'd probably have more success by pressing his upper body against her own and using his arms to try to leverage her body away from his tugs, but he didn't mind if this took a little longer than it needed to. In a way, being bound to Blaze was hardly the worst possible outcome of this encounter. And it was hardly as if Blaze was the worst pokemon to be knotted too. Unless she had a sudden morbid inquiry about what a slow-baked Zoroark would smell like. She was, after all, an Arcanine and her body could most certainly raise to heat levels he just simply wasn't going to be able to withstand. And knowing all of this, Zoroark still took his sweet time just teasing her with the concept of pulling out of her without putting forward the effort to actually get it done quickly. He was having his fun.