Desire~

Thunder Thighs

A devious grin creases her lips and her eyelids lower seductively. You swallow hard as you recognize the look the purple eyed female was casting upon you. Her maw opens slightly and her dampened tongue slides between her lips and you recoil as it approaches your face. You gasp as the slickened flesh traces a line from your chin, across your left cheek, and ends just below your eye. Thoughts of being eaten flood your mind and shutting your eyes to your predicament is all you can do. The following saliva bath you were expecting never comes, however. You dare steal a peek through one eye and what you see confuses you even more.

The feral has made no move aside from the initial slurp and is waiting with a coy expression for you to face her. Seeing no other option, you slowly open your eyes and rise your face to meet hers. Her smile widens when you meet her stare and a low growl rumbles from deep within her chest. You whimper in fear as her body presses more fully against your own, bringing her face just a few inches from yours. Her grin with those pointy tusks make you shiver as the terror mounts in your heart. Worst of all are the eyes; those massive purple orbs that almost seem to glow in the darkened hut...

The fear sends you struggling wildly, and pointlessly, against her iron grip in one last attempt to free yourself. The water-type looks at you with a quizzical expression before the intimidating grin returns as a thought crosses her usually empty mind. Your flailing hips are pinned tight against the wood as her own thrusts forward. You are about to kick at her shins with your last free limb when you feel it.

Her legs come together slowly but firmly, trapping your semi-erect penis between her upper thighs. The sudden sensation in your nethers causes you to gasp aloud and cease your struggles. When you look up at her once more, she wears a lustful visage with her eyes little more than slits and the tip of her tongue running over her lips. Her face is hot with desire and she lets you know just what her plans for you are.

Without the slightest warning, the infected Dewgong shifts her weight from her left foot to the right, squishing your member between her toned thighs. You shut your eyes and release a surprised grunt. The imposing temptress must have enjoyed your reaction because she slowly begins to pivot from her right to her left foot, stealing another gasp from you. She continues to shift her stance, starting a slow rhythm of grinding her leg muscle against your hardening cock. Moans begin to flow from your maw as the feral continues to rub your manhood left and right alternatively.

Suddenly, you feel her legs spread to let your rock hard member hang in the cool air. You open your eyes just in time to catch your captor offer what looks like a wink before she smashed her legs back together on your exposed rod.

"Gaahh!"

The sudden sensation, pain, and heat cause you to howl in ecstasy. Seeing you open mouth, the Dewgong wastes no time in leaning in and planting her lips against yours for a passionate kiss. All you can do is moan as her delicate tongue glides across and around your own. The mix of blissful sensations have you going limp in her arms, exactly as she had hoped for. You don't even register the wall against your back begin to depart as the seductive seal cups your head in one of her hands, locking your mouth with hers. With that gesture, she begins to carry you over to the blankets, all while her thighs still grinding against you with each step...

As she reaches the makeshift bedding, she turns so that her back is facing the cloth. After one final invasion of her tongue, she sets you down. The feeling of floor beneath you was a sobering moment and even with your lust filled mind, you manage to slip out of her gentle grasp. Expecting some resistance, the infected woman stops your retreat before it ever starts as her tail shoots through her legs, between your own, and delivers a firm swat on your rump. The sting of the hit makes you instinctively hop forward, right into her waiting arms. With a smirk, as if to mock your attempt, she throws herself backward onto the sheets, pulling you along with her.

You both land softly; her with her back on the cozy bedding, and you with your face stuck once more between her breasts. One arm wraps around the back of your head, securing your face. You burn with embarrassment to once again be caught within her bountiful bust before you feel her legs wrap around your torso and squeeze tight. Another moan bursts forth from your lips as her other hand reaches down and grasps your twitching cock, lining it up with her feminine folds. She was going to have you, willing or otherwise...

Your **** to 'drive it home' is met with another firm smack of her tail, leaving a bright mark on your tush, and causing your hips to plow forward. The warmth and tightness of her womanhood makes you cry out in utter bliss. Your damp rump aches from the bite of her tail and you look past her chest to see her smiling right back at you. Apparently, your stare lasts a bit too long because you soon hear a grunt, followed by another harsh slap across your backside. The painful reminder lets you know who's in charge as you slowly will your hips to begin thrusting into her depths...

After a few awkward moments trying to sync up your thrusts, the both of you are soon bucking in unison. Moans and heavy panting fill the air, nearly drowning out the rain beyond the hut's walls. You obediently propel your meat into her, not wanting to feel the bite of her tail again, when you notice her free hand begin to fondle one of her breasts. Despite your obvious peril, you must admit that they are beautiful. Your actions surprise you as one of your hands slip up her heaving side and gingerly rub against the underside of the mound. Her curious eyes meet your timid ones and for a moment, you expect another swat for the offense.

She, however, smiles provocatively at your gesture and grasps your wrist, placing your hand on top of her bouncing teat. Your fingers probe into the malleable flesh and you both moan together. Desire replaces any reason left in your tired mind and you summon the last of your energy to ram your pounding rod deeper and deeper into the feral. Her breathing becomes harsh and is broken up by growls of lust; the sounds only serving to urge you on. After a few more solid pumps, you plunge deep within her and scream out. Just before you release your seed, you feel her folds clamp down on your member as she adds her own voice to the wild melody.

As you both come down from your respective highs, you collapse across her trembling belly, panting hard. The last of your willpower has faded and your body refuses to heed any calls. You lie there atop the recovering Dewgong, and barely flinch when an arm is draped about your shoulders. With no more resistance in your muscles, you close your eyes and await the inevitable. Your final conscious thought is one of acceptance.

There are worse ways to go...

The well-rested water-type awoke some time later and stretched her aching muscles upon the blankets. She laid there for a moment to wipe the wariness from her eyes before sitting up. The bulge in her midsection gave her pleasant, though brief, memories of her encounter with the smaller male. The Dewgong smiled as she stroked the lump that was the remains of the Sneasel dissolving within her womb. The male had given her a truly wonderful orgasm just a few hours ago. A grin widened on her face as she thought of the next one he would provide her…