I woke up one morning feeling particularly insatiable. You see, my Nidoking makes it a point to fuck me at least once a day, but this day had been a particularly long one on my end and I simply wasn't feeling up to it. Though, that didn't exactly stop us per se; he simply had his way with me as I lay in bed. I do love that about him. It was nice, to be sure, but the difference was that I went to sleep without having been made to cum, or even taking care of myself after the fact. So it didn't take any more than an idle brush of my erection against his body as I awoke the next morning to remember that I was still in need. Of course, leave it to me to respond to that need by wanting to wake him up with a blowjob.

	After whispering to him to make sure he was still asleep, I slowly shrank under the covers so as not to disturb him just yet, curling up to let my face meet his crotch. I gently traced his slit with one finger, allowing it to depress slightly at one end. The flesh parted a bit when I added a second finger, the Pokémon's moist insides now exposed to the air around us. While a night's worth of our body heat had accumulated underneath the sheets, it was probably quite cool compared to the warm depths of Nidoking's most intimate spot. I could feel some of this heat on my fingertips as they slid back up the opening, just barely revealing the tip of his penis. It seemed by the beginnings of its emergence that my gesture was appreciated even as he slept; or if he had woken up, he certainly wasn't doing anything to stop me. Regardless, I took the liberty of enjoying the rest of him first. 

	Resigning my fingers to holding the flesh open, I began my treatment with a gentle kiss at the base of the slit. Suckling lightly at his natural moisture as I gradually moved north, I nearly lost control of myself against the taste of Nidoking's secretions. I couldn't tell you if it was a side-effect of the toxins characteristic to his species' biology or simply my own love of pleasuring him, but by this point I felt little more than a compulsion to fill myself with that taste. No more than a moment after securing my composure, however, was I interrupted by the touch of his organ against my upper lip. Its growing presence stood as if to demand my attention, and in my desperation to taste more of him I was happy to obey. 

	My fingers no longer necessary to hold him open, I braced his meat with one hand and moved to take a final lap from the juices accumulating at the bottom of the slit, some of which was already dribbling down between his legs. As my tongue reached the base of his growing organ, I swallowed my earnings and continued with one long lick up his tapered length. Nearing the tip, I jumped slightly when I felt the weight of Nidoking's claw rest on my head through the sheets. I don't know when it happened, but he must have been awoken by my earlier mischief between his legs. Finally assured of his enjoyment, I couldn't help but smile as I resumed my work. 

	Musing that he was in need of some further care, and that I was in need of some more of his fluids, I planted a kiss around the trickle of precum that was forming at his tip. The gentle suckles that spread further and further down his shaft were complimented by the greedy writhes of my tongue, both products of my desire to coax out more of that delicious juice. Allowing him to withdraw from my mouth after a bit, I took a moment to marvel at his girth. Standing now at full attention and flourishing a subtle bulge at the base, it was a mesmerizing sight even to someone as familiar with the Pokémon's nether regions as myself. I stole a series of further kisses as I retained my loose grip on the organ, this time sharing the love throughout his entire length. For a second time I nearly fell to the mercy of my own urges as I stopped to lap up the occasional dribble of precum making its way down the shaft. My thirst only grew as I noticed Nidoking's claw begin to stroke my head, almost as if to pet me in approval of my services, or perhaps as encouragement to proceed further. Regardless, my self-control too far gone to resist, I took the opportunity.

	With a final slurp of his length from base to tip, I began to indulge as much of that savory monster as I could. While I eased its impressive girth toward my throat, my tongue was already resuming its ravenous pursuit of Nidoking's natural flavors. With each lick of the organ and each bit of his secretions sucked down, I could feel more of my facial muscles relax, as if to allow as much of his manhood to penetrate me as possible. The Pokémon's biology was not the only force at work; however, as I quickly took notice of his efforts to shove me headfirst between his legs. At this point I could do nothing but oblige him, forcing myself to touch my lips to his swollen base. Nidoking was quick to make this contact short-lived as he began to buck his hips violently, slamming himself in and out of my desperate maw and breaching the back of my throat with each plunge. 

	This was only the precursor to Nidoking's climax; no sooner than this wonderful, heavenly abuse of my body began to drive me into a total stupor did he culminate it by holding me firmly to his base, and the tip of his manhood to my throat. What followed was an emission of such force that I could barely hear his strained groans over the rush of his release coursing through my body. I had no choice but to allow every drop of every splash to ooze down my gullet and settle in my belly, not that I would ever have refused such a generous reward. Even as the flow of his ejaculate ebbed, I was sure to savor every bit of the juices afforded to me by the continued presence of his organ in my mouth, suckling gently at the beast and bearing the far-fetched hope of a second orgasm. As much as Nidoking seemed to enjoy my efforts, his claw's permitting me movement of my head and his hips dropping to the mattress in relaxation meant the end of our fun for now.

	Though I slowly managed to gather myself to make my way back up to greet him, he simply grasped my shoulders and pulled me into a brief kiss before resting his head on the pillows once more. A warm, wet sensation that resulted from the embrace pushing my erection into Nidoking's reminded me that I still hadn't managed to cum after all that, but at the same time I felt content. As strange as it was for how close I stood to my own orgasm, there was something immensely satisfying about having indulged him without being able to finish myself off, a certain sort of pride in being a receptacle for his pleasure. Little did either of us know that I would be glad to have saved myself, as I would need all the energy I could muster for the “celebration” that was to be in order. After all, we would later wake up to find that The Phantom Pain would be coming to Steam.