The Oshawott Has Waited Long Enough!

Used and Left Wanting...

The moment the two ferals have to themselves stretches on for a bit, both glancing between you and the fallen Lyra still sprawled motionless in the corner. Obediently, or perhaps fearfully, you remain knelt with your mouth agape for those who might take it. Ultimately, a voracious grumble sounded by the otter pokemon’s belly breaks the peace and, consequently, the stalemate. As she gestures to you with a primitive grunt, the your corrupted friend takes another look toward your meager frame, responding with what sounds like an unimpressed *huff* before turning and padding over to his former chieftain. His easy dismissal of you might have hurt had you time to consider such things before the wicked smile of the other feral froze your blood.

To your credit, you did not flee nor retract your present maw as she stalked her way toward you, head lowering as if to ready a pounce. Though if you claimed this due to bravery, you’d be a liar. The worry becomes quite apparent in your eyes as the girl, bent low so that her own eyes are nearly inline with your own, savors every second of the terror she has evoked. Her game comes to an end suddenly, halting her prowl a few feet from where to rest, her thin body bunching up in preparation…

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as she explosively leaps forward, catching your wrists as they come up in a vain attempt to ward her off. Stars spot your vision as your back and head simultaneously collide with the floorboards, the delicate but no less painful weight of your aggressor resting atop your midsection. Dazed as you are, stark focus returns a feminine growl pieces the air just inches for your muzzle. A drooling maw lined with sharp, pearly teeth are their to greet your recovering vision. Reflexively, you try to move your arms, only to find they are pinned to the floor above you, clenched tight in the smaller girls claws. Thoroughly enjoying your horrified whimpering, the infected Jona rears back her razor maw, widening it further to show you exactly what she has planned for you. Reason gives way to utter despair as she lunges forward, stealing a scream from your lips…

Unprepared for the malicious coupling of mouths, your shocked gasps earns what sounds like a taunting chuckle if the otter was capable of such. The sudden invasion of her tongue is only slightly more preferable than what you thought she had planned originally. Her licks and pecks are offset by the occasional bite and pulling of flesh, giving rise to an alternating sense of pain as well as pleasure. Jona makes sure to keep you off kilter, at times toning down the aggressiveness of the kiss only to clamp down hard on your tongue to pull on it until you whine in agony. She isn’t doing this for your pleasure, and she’s letting you know that.

This rough treatment goes on for a while, your suffering for her desire, and soon you begin to feel the bit of your torso beneath the ravenous woman straddling it start to slicken. Unable to look beyond the dominant sea otter, something tells you that she's enjoying the act a fair amount. Shamefully, despite the pain, even you must admit her efforts are having an effect on you as well. You sheath tingles with arousal under the harsh treatment and it’s not long before you feel the morning breeze on your exposed member.

This doesn’t escape the notice of the little hellion atop you, or perhaps this was her goal all along. Regardless, once she feels your friend bumping against her rump there’s really nothing you can do to stop her. Removing her mouth to give your poor tongue a break, she instead pulls back hard on your sore wrists to bring you along for the ride, leaning back to a seated position upon your lap. Too broken to resist her whims, you sit up and allow her to guide you hands to her seat and **** you to cup it, taking a bit of tush in each palm. She lets out a satisfied rumble when your hands are where she wants them before capturing your gaze once more. You watch, spellbound via a mixture of discomfort and fascination, as she slowly rises from your hips to only to rub her dripping flower teasingly across your tip.

Mercifully, she doesn’t taunt you for long, though that might just be due to her own wanton desire. You gasp involuntarily as that sweet honey pot slides down your length, every clench causing you to throb with need. A hefty moan escapes the volatile feral as her descent comes to an end, her toned butt in your paws and petite breasts in your face. The moment you share is almost sweet as she adapts to your acceptable offering, though you know better than to expect gentleness from this one.

You are at least somewhat prepared when the pin prick of claws dig into the scruff of your neck, forcing your lips to her pert nipple. You’re in no position to resist and so your mouth once more opens to accommodate her lust. The nub is firm and you carefully suckle at it, trying not to do anything that might earn you another scratch. The breathy mewling from above lets you know that she isn’t disapproving of your work so you continue on in a similar manner. Your growing enthusiasm is rewarded by the occasional tightening of her warm pussy or lessening of her grip on your neck.

You are allowed your play for a time, encouraging sounds and sensations to prod you along. Eventually though, Jona would take what she came for and your experimentation would be interrupted by a sudden jerk of her womanhood, exposing most of your cock to the cool air. That devilish gleam has returned to her eye as she glares down at you like the meat you are. Before you could even think to respond, however, that lovely sopping heat returns tenfold, your aching penis claimed by her feral passage.

Her arms wrap tightly around your head, burying your face in her heaving chest as she begins to bounce on your pulsing rod. There is no slow build up, no easy progression toward the summit, the time for such things has passed. All you are left with is the ever quickening pace of the wild Oshawott as she drives your cock up toward her cervix. With little more than her supple cheeks to grip, it’s all you can do to hang on as that soft booty batters your pelvis.

You know you can’t last at this hectic speed and can only hope the girl can find what she needs before long. You’ll never understand how right you were, as that wicked smile is replaced by a yawning void, eager to finally quench that ever present hunger. You are moments from the point of no return, pits of white hot ecstasy eroding your other senses as that otter snatch threatens to milk you for all you’re worth.

The passionate moans erupting from you become muffled cries of confusion once your face disappears into Jona’s. Her trap sprung and her prey snared, she wastes little time uncoupling herself from the meager excuse of a phallus. Another forceful swallow takes your neck, pushing your whimpering muzzle through the tight rim of the ferals esophagus. Your resultant thrashing is far too weak to be of any real obstacle to the girls designs, another gulp lifting your hindpaws from the floor and obscuring your shoulders from view.

It’s around the time your chest passes beyond her lips that the burning sting of denial hits your miserable cock, so close was it’s relief only to be stripped away. Thoughts of orgasim override rational thought and your sad struggles move away from the goal of escape to simply reaching the sorely sought after peak. The cruel woman picks up on your plight, another mirthless chuckle reverberating around you, before temporarily stopping your descent merely to give your sorrowful rod a harsh flick. The pain is amplified by the oversensitivity brought on by your blue balling. The rest of your journey is quickened by the aid of gravity, your wiggling paws vanishing forever with one last gulp.

The small stomach barely concedes to your arrival, forcing you into a tight ball and pinning your arms behind you. The air is sparse and the heat is unbearable but all you can manage to think of is joyous release. It’s there in the darkness, right there, barely an inch from your face twitching with unrepentant need. You can’t move in the tight confines, however, so utterly trapped by the gurgling flesh around your curled form. It is all you can do to whine pathetically in the inky blackness, **** to stare at the cock you can’t satisfy until finally, mercifully, you slip away from the anguish of it all...

_The _recently infected sea otter lounged lazily among the kelp woven pillows that once belonged to the Milotic now filling out her Vaporeon friend. She looked on in genuine amazement at the vulpine who was now more belly than ‘mon’ after his near heroic devouring of the massive woman. He lay spread eagle in what must have been the most delightful food coma the happy Vappy had ever experienced.

It had been a simple thing, pretending to fall deeper into the elders hypnosis that she really had. Her former chieftain was skilled in that regard, to be sure, but now she followed a higher calling. One that demanded her base instinct be her sole guiding principle. All she had to do was wait for a moment alone with the finned fox before she could turn the tide in her favor. He had even unwittingly made her ploy all the easier to spring, sitting beside her and never noticing she had slipped her dainty legs for their bindings. His face was priceless when she whipped her legs around his head, stifling out his scream with her juice slickened muff.

Once he had turned, it was high time she filled the ache in her belly that had dogged her since the early morning hours. The Milotic proved a formidable foe, but was no match for the combined might of two ferals. What was unexpected was the little morsel sat in the corner, unflinching as his friend was overwhelmed. Be it fear or morbid curiosity, it mattered little to the Oshawott as making him the first meal of her new life was all she cared about. His soft wales from within her stomach announced to her that he was unable to work that underwhelming prick to a happy ending.

And that delicious thought had her paw rubbing at her own groin, eager to finish what the silly morsel could not~