11:50PM. November 30th. The silence was deafening, the house perfectly still. Not a sound heard from the outside. His challenge was finished, Pikachu had won. With only a minute left before he could let it all loose, it was a surprise how quiet the home was. Not a thump, not a hump, not a growl nor howl, not a moan or shout or scream, silent as the night.

From inside Salazzle’s home, the living room was dimly lit, the illuminate glow of the TV itself brighter than the low set lights. Huddled up on the couch were Flaaffy, Floragato, Salandit, Timburr, and Cyndaquil watching a late night movie. Their occasional comments to the movie and conversation among each other were as casual as could be as if there weren’t at all a strange absence of a certain electric rodent and pheromone lizard. But it would explain the otherwise deafening silence. Then where were they?

Elsewhere, the expected huff, puff, and moan of the inevitable could be heard. But rather from outside the Salazzle residence, it was somewhere much more fitting, much more expected to hear such sultry noises. Standing outside of the Steams and Wet Dreams night club were two very flustered guards on night shift. They would occasionally take glances at each other with flustered expressions and cheeks red with blush. Normally, the sounds of sexual merriment wouldn’t bother them at all—with how frequently they’d be assaulted audibly by the sounds of sex, they would’ve become near immune to its usual effects. But while hearing the club’s workers in the throes of bliss and passion was as common as a mud puddle in the rain, it was rather rare to hear the howling cries of the club’s top gals; the club owners themselves.

Trembles ran through Salazzle’s figure, her legs raised and shaking violently. Heated breaths escaped her maw amid howls and moans. Her tail swished out of her control as did a lot of her form, from her squirming to the tight grips at the bed sheets, anything to express her pleasure and expel the growing sensation that continued to violate every pleasure receptor in her voluptuous figure. She struggled for air, seeing stars in her blurring vision and losing her mind to the continuous assault that violated her just as Meowscarada had been previously, the poor feline in no better a state and still being rattled with pleasure despite Salazzle being the main focus.

“Oooh—haahh—nmm!! FFUCK!!” Her thighs clenched tight and smothered the male between her legs, trapping his face into her crotch while she shook all the more. His tongue so deep within her, grinding so strong into hypersensitive walls, another orgasm rattling the woman’s entire frame. Nectar squirted violently, hosing down her assailant’s face with yet another climax, a number of releases she’d long since stopped counting through the overwhelming pleasure. But it was certainly no less than five per woman.

Beside her, Meowscarada was a wreck, her body caked in sweat, huffing and gasping, struggling all the same to catch her breath through the endless pleasure. Both woman could tell him to stop at any moment—they’d established a safe word. But both of them had immediately thrown the knowledge aside and, through the vicious pleasure that battered at their very psyches, had forgotten altogether what the word even was. He’d warned them to remember it, “This is the [B]only[/B] way you’re going to stop me. And if you forget that word… you’re [B]mine.[/B]” Most would be appalled by the audacity to speak so possessively and borderline rudely towards the company’s owners like that, to dare even have thoughts of owning these wonderful, beautiful women who’d offered luxurious work and safety to sex workers. But none of them knew the context of their togetherness, just how close to these two women he was, especially his closeness to Salazzle.

Salazzle and Meowscarada had essentially abducted Pikachu to their workplace with all intentions of having sex, continuous sex, nonstop sex, as much sex as the hung Alpha could give them. He’d endured a month of teasing, torture, and abstinence just to prove a point and win a challenge a friend had offered him and that was simply it. The reward he expected was simply to have access to his dream come true, but never in a million years did he think this friendly little challenge of theirs would expand so far out of its original goal as to be granted not only access to the world’s most prestigious sex club, but to be offered a job there, work as a relief station, a dream job in his dream company. Getting paid to pleasure his co-workers by being on standby for anyone at any moment to come up to him with full intention of simply having sex for the sake of feeling good and releasing any tension or stress. That alone made the 30 days of nightmarish need so worth it. But that just wasn’t enough it seemed.

Salazzle and Meowscarada, all too proud of the Alpha Pokemon for managing such a daunting task, was going to ensure he knew just how proud of him they all were. Especially the two of them. And their euphoric screams made that all too clear. His face, absolutely drenched with the many orgasms of two screaming squirters, was buried in Salazzle’s crotch, nose pushed against her engorged clit and muzzle stuck in her cunt, slurping away recklessly with husky growls of hunger and approval, feasting on whatever of her gushing, squirting flavor poured into his maw and letting the rest drown him in aroma. The purely intense smell of Salazzle and Meowscarada in heat drove Pikachu to sexual insanity, a possibly irreparable state of endless sexual want that would, or wouldn’t, never be cured. Not that anyone there was complaining—the women were too busy screaming to. His paw rapidly stroked and pumped Meowscarada while he ate out Salazzle, tongue dug so deep, exploring so violently, slurping, swirling, pushing repeatedly against sweet spots, g-spot. His paw was charged with bolts, strong shocks that kept Meowscarada repeatedly arching her back, gripping the bed sheets, screaming to the male for mercy while he violated her nonstop, even through her orgasms that left her so very sensitive to the point she literally cried with pleasure, sobbing screams of euphoria from the overwhelming bliss that burned her body with pleasurable pain.

And this was only their foreplay.

Pikachu took one look at the clock above.11:59PM. The time ticking, the second hand slowly approaching its destination to complete another one minute revolution. It was time. He knew his first load wouldn’t survive the first thrust but he wouldn’t wait a second longer to reap the rewards of his perseverance. Grabbing Salazzle’s locked up legs, he forced her spread again and growled at her, his voice so deep, so full of lust, it was like a completely different mon was standing in front of her. His swelled, furious erection, 15 inches of enraged bitch breaking fury, aimed for her snatch, the red glow in his eyes of a true Alpha Pokemon, a feral beast untamed. A darkness loomed over his face as if he was consumed by the night, the sudden menacing aura that surrounded Pikachu making both Salazzle and Meowscarada gulp and blush furiously with a mix of terror and unrivaled arousal. They knew what they were in for—Floragato had created a beast with this challenge, something he never would’ve seen coming. Something not even Pikachu would’ve seen coming. He had no idea that Alphas would enter a state like this if they couldn’t have a proper release in a month’s time, but damn did it feel [I]so fucking good[/I] just to indulge in a woman’s body. And it was only about to get better, multiplied ten times over.

“Pikachu…” Salazzle huffed, still gasping for air, trying to recoup herself from so many orgasms, so much intense oral. She genuinely didn’t think she was ready to be fucked by him, her entire body still tingled heavily with the throes of afterglow. Her vagina throbbed from the mere contact of his tip against her drenched entrance. “Pikachu, w-wait…” Her voice was almost hoarse from all the screaming and howling. If she hadn’t thrown her voice out yet, Pikachu was bound to seal the deal in a matter of seconds.

The newfound silence among their huffing and panting was maddening. Their heartbeats thumped to the rhythm of the clock, thunderous booms in the women’s ears with the inevitable approaching by the second—44… 45… 46… “Salazzle…” Pikachu’s deep voice practically growled out words, the male’s aura having become a visible radiance that consumed the horny Alpha’s body. It was a deep, vicious red the same as the brilliant glow of his eyes. Pikachu was consumed by lust.

52… 53… 54… Pikachu’s hips pressed forward oh so slightly, prodding easily pass Salazzle’s tenderized labia. The tip began a slow sink into her heat and the woman gasped sharply with pleasure. This was going to break her. She was going to be a broken whore by the end of this. And it made her so fucking hot for him. “Your body… is [B]my[/B] property…” Pikachu spoke huskily, the only words necessary. They needn’t look at the clock. They could hear it, they could tell. 57… 58… 59… [B]Midnight[/B].

“[B]MMMFFFUUUUUCK!![/B]” Salazzle roared, her body succumbed, her mind shattered. A singular thrust, vicious, violent, and so so very deep into her body. Pikachu’s hips pressed flush against her own, 15 inches worth buried and stretching her moist heat. His girth easily reached her cervix and punched right through her completely shattered defenses. To the deepest confines of Salazzle’s womb, Pikachu filled her up and left her belly bulged with the outline of his massive erection, the Alpha shine in his eye igniting into a full fiery glint as he released a piercing [B]howl[/B] of successful conquest and [B]bred[/B] Salazzle. As he’d believed, his first load, the audible churn and gurgle of his swollen balls, there was no surviving the first thrust. Ribbon after extra virile ribbon fed straight into Salazzle’s unprotected and very fertile womb, the very first drops of cum ensuring a heavy pregnancy.

But ensuring eggs in her womb was not his end goal. That was the [B]start.[/B]

Salazzle, broken beyond repair, shook with dilated pupils, her eyes wide and her gaze locked on the Alpha male above her. His paws rested upon her chest, pressing into her soft breasts while he shook, growled, grunted deeply at her. His hips bucked against hers, rocking her slightly with each pump of cum inside of her, the sheer excess of a month’s worth of supply quickly pouring out of her, the woman’s belly rounding out with flooding, literally steamed semen gushing so thickly from Salazzle’s pussy, the heat of Pikachu’s cum and their conjoined bodies causing the bedroom to fog with the shroud of heated sex.

And it was only the beginning of a long, long rut. The first of oh so many. Amid his intense climax, Pikachu began a rut, powerful and relentless that assaulted Salazzle’s body unlike any sex she’d ever had. Her body shook, her breasts bounced, the entire bed rocked with the ferocity of Pikachu’s strength, every tug from her fire being gripped so firm by her constricting vagina only to relax and embrace the forward plunge that struck her weakened cervix so rough. Her howls and screams echoed through and from the bedroom, any employees who lived on sight surely finding it a struggle to sleep through the night were they not currently occupying their own No Nut November clients who pummeled their moist and soft depths all the same.

Pikachu growled, roared, purely feral without a thought in his head. All civil reasoning had been abandoned long ago, nothing but the husk of a sex crazed beast pinning Salazzle and giving her a fuck she’ll never forget. And every second of their sex, every plunge, every slam, she screamed in approval, came with delight, and clung to him for more. She refused to let go, her body aching for this, her body loving it. It was violent, it was borderline abusive in all the right ways. It stung to be fucked this hard, but the pain hurt so fucking [B]good.[/B] It burned even for the steamy, sultry fire-type, her cunt constantly gushing and cumming, the hypersensitivity of so many orgasms making the experience so much more mind blowing for her and yet even as the burn of overstimulation grew stronger by the minute, she’d pull him closer, wrap her legs around him, kiss him, scream at him to fuck her [B]harder.[/B]

Meowscarada’s digits pumped her own fire, masturbating to the wild display of an Alpha’s absolute peak wrath. She marveled at Pikachu’s unrivaled breeding prowess, seeing how he could make Salazzle cum with every other thrust, the surge of sparks that coursed through his crotch into hers, bolting her vagina, her g-spot, her clit alike, every single pleasure button abused by thrust after thrust or light sparks and shocks that had the fire lizard literally crying, tears masked among the sea of sweat that caked her body, her voice sure to be thrown out for the next few days with how loud and consistently she screeched and screamed her pleasure to the beast of a male atop of her. Arceus bless this violent monster and his compassionate, mindless rut. He fucked her with all the intent of stimulating, breaking her beyond repair. Even through selfish fucking, he still ensured her pleasure would be maximized, that she would not walk straight for a week minimum, that she would remember sex like this for the rest of her life.

And that stunning feline would be next.

His massive balls churned furiously, another load ready to erupt, further impregnate, further bloat out the beautiful female beneath him. He shook heavily, eyes on her, that red glow of Alpha power so menacing, so alluring. Salazzle was drenched in fluid, saliva, sweat, tears, breast milk, her tits spraying so bountifully with the rough groping, the heavy slamming, all the sex milking her as much as she milked him. She couldn’t think even if she tried, every attempt to process anything being met with her screams and howls, her orgasms and his thrusts. And soon, he’d give her a second helping of cum, a roar so loud and piercing that anyone outside of that room would believe it to be something legendary—Groudon, Cobalion, even an Entei! But certainly not the piercing roar of a [I]Pikachu.[/I]

Balls deep inside of her cum laden canal, his cock easily punched through Salazzle’s cervix and feed directly into her already heavily impregnated womb, another fresh and excessive batch further adding to her litter, waves and waves of semen so hot and fresh rounding out the beautiful woman’s belly even further. And all the while, her eyes rolled up, her body shook as she squirted for the umpteenth time, the comparison of loads spent not even a contest—his mere two to what had to have been upwards of thirty orgasms for her. Her vision was fading and fast, her consciousness being literally fucked out of her—it was too much, too fucking much! It was the absolute peek of pleasure for her and never in a million lifetimes could she imagine any other male, any other cock satisfying her body even to half the extent of this [I]breeder.[/I] On the brink of unconsciousness, as she gazed up at the male above her, head tilted upward to the ceiling with howls and roars of satisfaction, feeling his violent throbs and bucks against her, she could think only one last time before finally slipping away.

[I]He is the best decision we’ve ever made~[/I]

“O-oh heavens me…” Meowscarada looked on in sheer awe at her fiance. Spread eagle, eyes rolled up, mere moments from losing consciousness. Her leg twitched, her body quivered, her sex, gaped as it was, dribbled an endless sea of Pikachu semen, the thick spill of rich male fluid, the trail of drool from her maw and running tears down her cheeks. Salazzle was the visual epitome of [B]fucked silly[/B] and she wouldn’t change this feeling for the world. Pikachu looked over the trembling, mind broken pheromone lizard with pride, marveling at the results of his lust, such a beautiful woman of perfection broken down into a mess of sex and pleasure, made into [B]his[/B] property.

And she was just the first.

His insatiable gaze turned towards the grass cat, the looming darkness over Pikachu’s face masking his appearance, leaving only the brilliant shine of his Alpha glow to illuminate those sex crazed eyes of his. It was absolutely menacing beyond words for Meowscarada, stared down by a monster, a beast that was self-restrained now fully unchained and ready to ruin the wombs of any female, the bodies of any male, any gender, all genders, all Pokemon not safe from his ferocity. But he had only two current targets, and one had already been marked.

“Ms. Meowsy..~” Pikachu growled huskily, hungrily, standing in front of the flushed, horny feline. Her body shook with a mix of anticipation and fear. After what he did to Salazzle, Meowscarada was not only all the more turned on but fearful of this monster doing the same to her. So many orgasms, so much sensitivity, so much violation… she wanted it all but could she handle it? Never had she been nor seen anyone fucked and used so viciously, so selfishly! And yet… pleasured and taken such good care of to the point of complete shut down. Her gaze met with the male’s girth, slathered in leftover fluids, the rich, musky aroma of Pikachu seed, the thick scent of Salazzle pheromones, her honey painting a layer over his cock with another of the male’s own cum. His dick was [I]very[/I] dirty with the fruits of his labor on the feline’s soon-to-be and she knew what he was about to say. She slowly leaned toward his musky pole in preparation.

“[B]Clean my dick.[/B]” His voice dripped with sexual venom, a deep tone of control and power that send chills up Meowscarada’s spine. It was like a voice speaking directly into her core, manipulating her body to obey and be his. Not like he needed to control her, she was all too ready, all too happy to serve and satisfy him. She’d be his slave in a heartbeat for dick like this, especially knowing what it can do to her and what it [B]has[/B] done to her fiance. Perhaps it was her being in heat that made her so willing to be controlled, conquered, [B]owned[/B] by this male, but she didn’t care. The smell, the power, the dominance of a true Alpha Pokemon that would rock her world day after day, ensure her pleasure, take care of her, love her properly in the bedroom, he was a sex lover’s dream come true and she was a sex lover.

Her tongue danced his tip, swirling its girth and tasting the clash of flavors. Sweet pussy juice, thick, salty seed, a delight of hers. She had a love for the salty sweet and this concoction of sex fluid only made her all the more addicted. She embraced his dick with a kiss, tongue dancing him, swirling and caressing, scooping up the mixed flavors while she french kissed the head of that lengthy pole until she could wait no longer, lips parting to seal around the crown of that pride and suck him off. She’d grab and pump his dick were it not for all the juices coating it, said juices that belonged only in her mouth and not to be spread and tainted by her paw. Instead, she’d go down on him, inch after inch of lengthy, 15 inch breeding meat, not faltering once. Pikachu groaned, growled huskily, watched impressed at the busty feline’s ability to consume and swallow his dick so deep into her system without slowing nor choking in the slightest. Her pace was consistent, from the tip of that big dick to its base until her nose buried into the thick pubic fur of his crotch where his musk rest at its thickest and strongest. She shuddered heavily, Meowscarada’s nose lost in the dampness of his sweaty crotch, a long, deep inhale sending an eruption of sensation through her body as she took in nothing but pure, unfiltered [B]musk[/B].

Her eyes rolled up, her body shook, her tongue’s swirling faltered oh so slightly. A single moan and her muscles clenched up. The faint pitter patter of fluid could be heard pass their shared panting as a puddle slowly grew beneath Meowscarada. She was cumming. She was fucking [B]cumming[/B] from smelling him. Her body shook, her pussy clenched on air, burning hot with the need to be used, fucked, slammed, bred, impregnated. Her body screamed at her to clean his dick already so he’d bend her over and use her like a damn [I]sleeve.[/I] But she wanted this moment to last. They’d only have a first time together once and their first fuck of oh so many in the future would truly determine their sexual relationship. Like any first impression, a good fuck says all, especially knowing that this first of many would come with [I]physical evidence[/I] in a matter of weeks.

Pikachu had nothing to say, he could barely formulate words to begin with in his crazed state. He simply wanted sex, sex, more sex. His body demanded it and Meowscarada craved it. She repeatedly swallowed on him, clenching and convulsing her throat around that lengthy spire that pulsed strong in her gullet, hungering for the constant spill of precum that fed straight into her stomach. She pulled up off of his dick to the head, only to let a long rope of his flavor paint her tongue—musky, so fucking musky. She moaned, tasting that cock fluid, her pussy throbbing at the smells, the tastes, all of her senses being stimulated by this fucking [B]alpha male[/B]. She felt like she was gonna cum again and it felt so fucking good. How could she be getting pleasured so hard just by smelling a man? By sucking his dick?? Never had a cock ever gotten her so stirred that she’d came just blowing it, and she’s laid with stallions! Zebstrika cock happened to be one of her favorites—that equine shape, the medial ring, that electrical power that surged through them as they’d fuck her throat and pussy alike. Fuck… maybe she just had a bit of a thing for electric-types. Her grass typing allowed her to resist their wild charges so they could be a little more unhinged in bolting up on her, pleasuring her greatly through their sex. She already knew the experience would be all the same with Pikachu but turned up to 11 as all of this already was.

Meowscarada had been genuinely surprised she wasn’t being viciously facefucked yet. She’d expected Pikachu to have gone all out long ago and gone throat swabbing her yet here he was, standing patiently, letting her bob along his tower of flesh and suck his dick at her own pace. Perhaps he was waiting to get to the real treasure between her legs, not wanting to exert himself any further after the wild fuck he just gave Salazzle. Or maybe he wanted to enjoy the slower pacing—calm before the storm as they say. Thinking like that, it only made Meowscarada more anxious for what was to come, the anticipation that this slower paced oral sex would come at the cost of her pussy taking an absolute beating making her arousal inflamed vagina throb all over again. Her sex dripped heavily, so fucking horny, so damn turned on, she’d better clean this dick good and clean it fast so he’d fuck her already, her body couldn’t take the torment anymore! As good as his dick tasted, as much as she wanted a fat load of nut pumped all over her taste buds, her sex literally [I]throbbed[/I] with desperation to be abused, used, and fed a fresh serving of baby batter to stir up some kittens in that womb of hers. Without thinking, the illusionist feline took Pikachu all in again and began to milk him dry, loudly slurping, sucking, drinking the fluid off of that dick while more pumped from it, dick milk, pussy nectar, precum, even the male’s sweat, all of those fluids and flavors combining into an addictive ambrosia that had Meowscarada’s legs trembling violently again and the puddle of pussy juice staining the bed sheets having grown larger with another orgasm.

She was gonna fucking fall in love with this dick. Literally.

Pikachu, satisfied with the horny woman’s efforts, finally pulled her off of him, a bit of a rough motion but following up with a tender caress of her cheek and a scratch under the chin that left her purring for him. He smiled at her, a compassionate gaze of care for the kind and motherly feline that reminded her that there was a loving male under that vicious, feral beast that was about to ruin her body in the best way. She bit her lip, not sure how he wanted her but she had a hunch he didn’t care what position it was. There was a good chance she might end up taking a creampie in a completely different position from when they’d started—who knows how many others they’d go through to get there. Pikachu simply moved forward and Meowscarada got the message immediately, laying herself back with raised legs spread and her swollen labia on display, a perfectly plump shaped peach that ached for him. He moved between the taller woman’s legs and took a moment to look her over.

Voluptuous.

That was the only way to describe this plumply goddess. Curvaceous in all the right places, ass so bountiful and shapely, thighs so thick and soft, toned, muscular legs that showed she was a woman of leg day. Her belly, soft and slightly chubby, evidence of her having never fully gotten rid of the baby fat that came with birthing two children prior. Her breasts so large and certainly very milky, courtesy again of her previous births. She was a tried and true MILF through and through in every meaning of the term. And Pikachu was about to give her a third.

But not without getting a taste of his own. She had the courtesy to obey his demand and desire to have his dick sucked and cleaned, he was all too happy to not only return the favor but to reap the rewards of his abstinence to its fullest. His tongue dug into her fire, her taste immediately striking his tongue. Not as sweet as Salazzle but still an absolute joy to wolf down. His greed sent him deep in the cat’s cunt, lips locked and roughly frenching kissing her just as she’d done to his dick, tongue grinding and digging for treasure in her moist cavern. He had the woman instantly in a moaning fit, shaky hands pressing onto his head as if trying to shove him away yet squeezing as if trying to pull him deeper, the instant pleasurable assault that shook Meowscarada to her core leaving her body confused on whether this intense pleasure was welcome or too much.

Having cum twice untouched certainly had her body very receptive to the pleasure. A little too receptive even. It felt so damn good, [B]too damn good![/B] She screamed, moaned, cried out and this was just his tongue! Arceus help her, she wouldn’t survive the dicking he planned for her. But she wanted it so badly, hungered and ached for it! She needed it, it felt so fucking good, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if he didn’t knock her up! Salazzle’s gonna have his baby so she had to as well! That’s what her body was telling her—fuck, that’s what her own desires told her! It may not have been a three-way marriage but sweet Arceus would she treat him like a husband if this was what she’d get out of him whenever they had sex.

Pikachu finally tugged out of her, after having had a field day sucking her plump pussy, eating her out like an animal, and getting a good feast out of her vagina. Though he hadn’t brought her to orgasm, that’d happen very soon as he moved atop of her, mounting the panting, sweat caked feline with his rigid flesh kissing her labia, engorged cock grinding upon engorged pussy lips. Their gazes locked, both panting, breathing heavily, lost to lust and hunger. Words needn’t be spoken, the two knew what was coming, they read each other’s minds. Pikachu slammed forward, every last inch consumed into a sopping wet inferno. And as hips smashed, so too did lips. Their kiss was vicious and wet, tongues swirling and wrestling one another, dominance and control swapping between the two as neither gave up their lustful battle of love and hunger. Their sex was wild, instant rutting slamming her soaked vagina, Pikachu’s growls as loud as Meowscarada’s howls. They fucked and kissed, like star crossed lovers feral to satisfy their endlessly active libidos. The loud gushing of dick repeatedly abusing pussy echoed through the bedroom as did the constant impact of hips to hips. Pikachu’s large balls swung and smacked upon that massive cat ass, all the while neither giving up on their intense french kissing session.

It was like a competition between the two to see who’d falter first, who would break the kiss and give in to the other. If Pikachu caved first, he knew she’d grab him and turn the tables, shove him down and ride him until he was numb and his balls dry and shooting blanks. But if Meowscarada gave in, he’d keep her pinned, violate her, abuse her with sex, and leave her entire body shattered and numb for [B]days[/B]. A win-win regardless for both of them. Needless to say, the kiss persisted endlessly, sexual desire and adrenaline keeping the two at an all time high, Meowscarada throwing her hips into Pikachu’s thrusts to send him deeper, fuck herself harder on him, milk him stronger. Her orgasms kept coming, one after the other, a squirter just like Salazzle that had their crotches and the bed absolutely soaked. Pikachu would howl each time she squirted as the feline’s orgasms came with [I]intense[/I] rippling constriction that choked his dick so fucking good it made him want to cum inside her each time. But he’d resist, he’d hold back his own release, wanting to service this woman to the absolute best of his abilities. These women may have been engaged to marry each other but they both were his absolute dream girls and he’d ensure that both would remember him for life. He would always be the first thought on their minds when it came to wanting dick in their sex and love life. He would make certain he would be the only possible and viable candidate for their male or penis involved threesomes. There wouldn’t be another cock in this world that could meet their expectations when involving someone specifically in their [B]marriage[/B] and not just in their bedroom. He didn’t care who they had sex with but when it came to getting [I]serious[/I] and [I]intimate[/I] with each other and someone else, he’d be the only one for them.

This would be one of only two things in his entire life he would be this absolutely selfish and greedy about.

Meowscarada’s screams were beautiful. Her cries of euphoria rung out like the harmonic symphonies of a Primarina. Her voice was divine even in the throes of the most violent sex. Pikachu grit his teeth, the inevitable fast approaching. He could hold back no longer, orgasm was imminent and impregnation was inevitable. Meowscarada came all over him yet again—was that 20? 25? Who was keeping count, she was screaming and squirting so much it could’ve all been one single, consecutive orgasm for all they cared. Regardless, her body was extremely receptive to Pikachu, to be taken and impregnated by him. She was as ready as could be and one firm slam and a surge of bolts through her vagina sending her into one last, truly explosive, screeching climax had Pikachu plunging through her cervix with a roar of his own. Balls deep and pumped right to the womb, he poured everything he had left into her, torrents of virile male pride assaulting the writhing, screaming illusionist’s womb, directly feeding all of that rich white straight into her egg chamber. She shook violently, he quaked intensely, the two clinging to one another and sharing in mutual eruption, an earth shattering climax overtaking the both of them as he had experienced with Salazzle prior. Meowscarada’s entire body began to shut down mid climax, the sensation simply too much, too great, far too strong for her poor body to withstand and it was the most fucking [B]amazing[/B] feeling. Her soon-to-be wife was the only other mon that could make her feel this way but on a much more romantic scale than the pure primal lust this was. Her fading, clouding gaze locked onto Pikachu’s one last time as she began to slip away as Salazzle did and as Pikachu pulled out to plaster her front in the continuous sea of his seed, her thoughts were all the same as Salazzle’s own.

[I]He truly is the male to satisfy us all~[/I]