It was important to have a special place, Ardwin felt. Some place you could go where nobody would bother you, where you could get away from everyone else, a space especially set aside to be separate from the hustle and bustle that was everyday life.

Ardwin’s special place was a very particular oak tree, tall and strong, placed on the crest of a hill so perfectly that it looked like something out of a children’s book. It seemed too picturesque to be real. But it was, and it was far enough away from any trace of civilization that not a single road or building could be seen from up on that hill, just field stretching off in every direction towards the surrounding forest.

Being so out of the way meant it was quite time-consuming to reach, requiring a lengthy hike through the surrounding wilderness, but that was fine. Ardwin felt that putting in all that effort to get to the spot made the time he spent there that much more special.

Even if it did mean that he was sometimes a bit tired when he finally did reach his destination. Which was why Ardwin was sitting at the base of the tree as he was, leaning back against it with his head resting on one shoulder, enjoying a well-deserved nap. What better way to enjoy the serenity of such a place than through sleep?

But that nap was drawing to a close as Ardwin came back around to the land of the living, feeling as exceptionally well-rested as he always did when he took a nap under that tree. Ardwin spread out his arms wide and pushed out his chest, stretching some life back into his sleepy muscles. He let his eyes crack open.

But Ardwin wasn’t greeted by the view of the forest spreading out from the foot of the hill that he’d grown used to. Kneeling in front of Ardwin, leaning forward so that their face was level with his own, was a gardevoir. Their eyes stared into his own, taking up the entirety of his field of view.

“Hello,” the gardevoir said. Or Ardwin heard them say it, anyway. He didn’t see the pokémon’s mouth move. It had to be telepathy; that would explain why it sounded so clear, the words bypassing his ears entirely and being fed directly into his mind.

Ardwin let out a high pitched yelp, almost a squeak, scrabbling back against the trunk of the tree as he tried to get his feet on the ground and stand up. While he struggled, the gardevoir in front of him simply floated up, using their psychic powers to adopt a standing position with ease.

One that, Ardwin noted, left the gardevoir as close to him as when they’d been kneeling. The gardevoir was just a foot away from him, close enough for the horn jutting out of their chest to poke against Ardwin’s sternum. An orange horn, rather than the typical red.

With the adrenaline pumping through his veins having purged any drowsiness from his mind, Ardwin was able to fully take in the pokémon in front of him. A gardevoir, that much was obvious; he’d recognized that half a second after opening his eyes.

More noteworthy was that they were blue. A rather gorgeous shade of teal, in fact, one that seemed to sparkle ever so slightly in the light filtering through the leaves of the canopy. A shiny. Quite the rare encounter, one that Ardwin would’ve been awed by if he’d seen it at a distance. Waking up to it crouching in front of him, however, inspired rather different feelings than wonder.

There was more oddity to them than just their colour, though. The gown that gardevoir were typically known for was cut short on this particular individual, only going down to just above their knees. It seemed to be a bit tighter fit than those of other gardevoir, too, allowing Ardwin to see the way it hugged the pokémon’s narrow hips—as well as the bulge between their legs, informing Ardwin that this pokémon was unquestionably male.

“My eyes are up here, y’know,” the gardevoir said, though the way he canted his hips forward, drawing his skirt even tighter around his crotch, made it obvious that he didn’t mind Ardwin’s gaze nearly as much as those words implied. Regardless, Ardwin pulled his eyes away and back up to the gardevoir’s face, and the pokémon responded by flashing a grin full of big, sharp teeth.

“W-what do you want?” Ardwin said, unable to suppress a stutter. The gardevoir chuffed at the sound of it.

“A kiss.”

“A kiss?” Ardwin echoed, spluttering.  The gardevoir nodded; Ardwin frantically shook his head. “You can’t just... walk up to somebody and ask for a kiss!”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s not how it works! I’m a human, and you’re a...”

“A pokémon?” the gardevoir said, picking up where Ardwin trailed off. He sidled up even closer to Ardwin, their fronts pressed together as tight as the gardevoir’s chest horn would allow. “Come on. You gotta know how repressive that way of thinking is, right?”

“I don’t even know you! I’ve never even seen you before in my  life!”

“But I’ve seen you!” the gardevoir said, suddenly brimming with excitement that matched Ardwin’s discomfort beat-for-beat in intensity. “I see you come out here all the time, out to this tree, right here. This is, like, the fifteenth time. I come up and look at you while you sleep! And now you’ve seen me, so we basically know each other, so now we can kiss each other!”

Ardwin gawped. “What?”

Ardwin didn’t get an answer to his question, because the gardevoir chose that moment to lunge forward and snag Ardwin in a sudden, lip-locking kiss. 

As soon as their lips touched, everything changed. All the fear and confusion that Ardwin felt about being approached by such a weird pokémon evaporated in a rush of sudden, inexplicable euphoria. Ardwin could feel some strange energy flooding into him through the conduit of that kiss, rushing down through his body and easing the tension of every muscle it passed, wrapping his mind in a layer of pink fuzz that made it difficult to think at all.

Ardwin sagged back, the trunk of the tree and the press of the gardevoir’s body against his the only thing preventing him from sliding all the way down to the ground. Everything seemed to defocus. It was difficult to tell how long the kiss had lasted; Ardwin only realised it had ended when the gardevoir was pulling away, giving him a sultry look while running his tongue over his lips. Was he wearing eyeliner? No, that was just the way his eyes looked. Like he was specifically made to look as sexy as possible.

“S-stop,” Ardwin said, but the low, quavering tone of his voice didn’t lend itself to an especially strong rejection. The gardevoir’s eyebrows raised.

“I thought you’d be conked out after just one kiss,” the gardevoir said. “Guess I’ll just have to go a bit deeper this time.”

Before Ardwin could ask what he meant by that or move to avoid what was obviously coming, the gardevoir leaned forward again, pressing his mouth against Ardwin’s. But this time, as he’d promised a second before, he went deeper. His tongue pushed out and forced its way past Ardwin’s lips, finding next to no resistance to impede its progress.

Once it was inside, Ardwin was instantly overwhelmed by another wave of pleasure, this time double or triple the intensity of what he’d experienced before. Having the gardevoir [i]inside[/i] his mouth, probing and invading as deep as possible, seemed to allow whatever energy it was that was causing those sensations to flow that much better. The gardevoir sought out his tongue, wrapping around it, pinning it to the floor of his mouth, and Ardwin was too weak and powerless to resist. All he could do was moan into the gardevoir’s mouth.

That pink fuzz gripping his thoughts changed, becoming an all-consuming haze. Ardwin almost forgot where he was entirely. It was impossible for Ardwin to feel anxious about the gardevoir forcing himself on him, impossible to try to think of some way to reject his advances or escape. All he could do was stand there and accept them, quivering slightly, his eyes rolled up and half-lidded.

The gardevoir only stopped once they’d been kissing long and hard enough for drool to start running out of the cracks between their lips, rolling down Ardwin’s chin. When he pulled back, a few strands of saliva connected them for a moment, evidence of just how thorough the kiss had been, before snapping.

“Now,” the gardevoir said, “how about we get you out of these clothes?”

Addled as he might’ve been, Ardwin still wasn’t eager to start stripping down. The kissing hadn’t made him into a willing servant ready to jump at the gardevoir’s every word, it’d just left him so utterly out of it that he couldn’t say no. Hardly the condition for obeying commands.

But it seemed that the gardevoir had accounted for that. His eyes flashed with a purple light, and suddenly, Ardwin found his body moving with a will of its own. His hands hooked themselves into the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before dropping it to the side, revealing his bare chest. Then, Ardwin’s arms immediately dropped limp at his sides, the gardevoir releasing his control over them.

“Oh, wow,” the gardevoir murmured, getting an eyeful of Ardwin’s chest before it become clear that an eyeful wasn’t going to be nearly enough, whereupon he reached out and let his hands touch down just below Ardwin’s collarbone. Then, he dragged them lower, palms and fingers trailing along the curves of the muscles there. “Everything I could’ve dreamed and more.”

“Say,” the gardevoir said, glancing up to look Ardwin in the eyes, glazed and unfocused though they might’ve been. “A human like you and a pokémon like me, out here doing this. Kind of feels like you’re my master, doesn’t it?”

“Whuh?”

“Would you like it if I called you that?” the gardevoir said, leaning in until their faces were just inches apart, voice dropping down to a whisper. “Master?”

Ardwin stirred at that, face twisting a bit. It seemed that he’d come to his senses enough that he was about to give a response, no doubt more murmurs of disagreement. That wouldn’t be any fun at all.

So it was a good thing that the gardevoir nipped it in the bud straight away by closing those last few inches, forcing yet another kiss onto Ardwin. His tongue shot out, again finding no resistance as it pushed its way into Ardwin’s mouth, only a low moan that was muffled against his lips.

That wave of pacifying pleasure again rolled through Ardwin’s body, rising in little spikes of intensity with every move of the gardevoir’s tongue against his, and it was all to easy to fall into that limp, placid state. Slouched back against the tree, letting the gardevoir claim his mouth as his own while his hands continued to roam up and down Ardwin’s chest. Feeling at his sides, rubbing along his front, fingers finding their way to his nipples to rub and squeeze at them.

By the time the gardevoir pulled away again, Ardwin felt almost debilitated. It wasn’t as if the kiss was actually draining any energy from him; he was physically fine, but the unnatural pleasure of that kiss made it impossible to [i]do[/i] anything, regardless of whether or not he was capable. Things felt fuzzy, like they were spinning, and where it was difficult to string two coherent thoughts together, it was quite easy to just lie placid and let everything that was happening roll over him like a warm tide.

“You look so cute like that, master,” the gardevoir said, one hand rubbing down over Ardwin’s abs, “but I think I’m interested in more than just your upper half.”

True to his word, the gardevoir’s hand suddenly went a whole lot lower, fingers sliding down across his abs, down, down, until they slipped past the waistband of his jeans. Ardwin felt them tracing across the front of his pants, not groping him, but providing just enough pressure to make their presence known.

Just enough pressure so that Ardwin could feel how he was pressed up tight against the fabric of his jeans, straining against his fly. He’d been so overwhelmed by the kiss, by the feeling of the gardevoir’s hands on his chest, that he hadn’t even registered how his own body was reacting to that touch.

When had he gotten hard? It was difficult to say. Ardwin was in no state to wrack his mind trying to figure it out. All that mattered was that at that present moment, he was hard, and dripping to boot, if the feeling of wet fabric down there was anything to go by. He couldn’t help but give a small buck, trying to press himself against those lightly tracing fingers.

Only for the gardevoir to pull them away, chuckling. “Now now, master. You didn’t come out here just to dry hump my palm, did you? How about taking those off for me?”

Ardwin didn’t have the mental presence to be able to do that or refuse, regardless of what his feelings about the idea were, so it was a good thing that the gardevoir took control of his body again and did it for him. His hands reached down, fumbling for the button of his jeans, but encountered difficulty in finding it until the gardevoir looked down to see where it was for himself.

If Ardwin were in anything resembling a conscious state, that would’ve been an interesting observation about the limits of psychic abilities, the fact that the gardevoir actually needed to look at what he was doing and couldn’t just sense it psychically. At that particular moment, though, he was so out of it that he barely realised he was being disrobed. Once the button of his pants was undone, down came the zipper.

But that was apparently as much as the gardevoir was willing to wait. Once Ardwin’s jeans were open, providing the slightest glimpse of the bulging underwear contained inside, the gardevoir reached forward and grabbed a hold of them by the sides. He yanked the jeans down, out of the grip of Ardwin’s hands and down to his knees, elevating that glimpse from before into a full and open view. Ardwin’s briefs, hugging his package so tightly that they might as well have been painted on.

“Ohhh,” the gardevoir said, more a sigh than a word, eyes locked between Ardwin’s legs. That bulge was capped by a large wet stain, clear evidence of his excitement. The gardevoir reached up and touched it with a finger; when he drew it back, a thick strand of fluid came along with it, stretching out until it was too thin to support itself and it snapped back.

“I just wanna drop right down,” the gardevoir said, bending at the knees to lower himself down. As he did so, he leaned in, bringing his mouth up to Ardwin’s throat before planting a kiss right on the side of his neck. “Push my face right between your legs and go to town.”

With it came an explosion of pleasure that rushed down along Ardwin’s spine, as if shot into him by means of the kiss. His knees wobbled, feeling as if they would give out from under him at any moment, but they didn’t. Part of that was the pressure of the gardevoir’s body against his to keep him standing, but a slight tingling informed him that the gardevoir’s body control at work as well, making sure his legs did their job in spite of what he was feeling from the kisses.

“But that would be too hasty, wouldn’t it, master? We’ve got to savour this moment.”

Ardwin hardly even registered the gardevoir’s words. He was too consumed by the next kiss, this one lower still, planted right on the centre of his collarbone. Warmth bloomed in his chest, and his breath hitched in his throat before coming out as a shuddering moan.

And right on its heels, another kiss, but one that broke the trend of the two before it. For one, it didn’t go down so much as it went sideways, and for another, it wasn’t much of a kiss at all. Rather, the gardevoir positioned himself over one of Ardwin’s nipples and let his tongue slip out, pressing against it with a firm, forceful lick. At the same time, one of his hands reached up and grabbed a hold of Ardwin’s other nipple, pinching it between two fingers, rolling and twisting at it.

Ardwin couldn’t help but arch his chest up into the sensations, and it didn’t feel like that reaction was a result of the gardevoir’s psychic powers. It simply felt too unimaginably good to have that tongue lapping at him, those fingers pinching at him, setting his chest alight in electric sensation. 

“Oh, master, the way you squirm is just adorable!” the gardevoir said—telepathically, of course, given the way his mouth was plastered over Ardwin’s nipple. “I wonder what you’ll do if I do [i]this?[/i]”

The gardevoir took a hold of his nipple with his mouth, giving it the briefest nip between his teeth before he started sucking on it.

Ardwin outright gasped, his shuddering briefly stopping as his body stiffened. Were his nipples always this sensitive? It had to be the gardevoir’s strange power at work, that ability to make him feel good with every touch, every strange perversion. 

But it didn’t matter what caused it, the result was the same; even without being touched, his cock throbbed that much harder in his briefs. That wet spot on the front of them expanded. Ardwin wouldn’t have been surprised if he managed to cum from that stimulation alone.

The gardevoir chuckled. He knew the effect he was having on Ardwin, he knew that he very well could bring Ardwin to orgasm purely by playing with his nipples. But that wasn’t his goal. There was so much to do, so much more fun to have to bring things to a finish that way.

He spent only a few moments longer on Ardwin’s chest before releasing his nipples and moving lower still, though his mouth didn’t stop its work for a moment. His tongue trailed a path from Ardwin’s nipple down to his solar plexus, lapping at his bare skin, and from there it would be a straight shot down to Ardwin’s crotch.

Not that the gardevoir took that direct route, or made his way down with any speed. He took his time, choosing to beat a trailing path through Ardwin’s abs, tongue forcing its way between those muscles hidden just below the surface, coating them in saliva.

Ardwin found himself tensing his core without making any conscious effort to do so. That only provided an even harder surface for the gardevoir to lick at, pressing his tongue to feel the tension in those muscles. When he got down low enough, he jammed his tongue into Ardwin’s belly button; that was enough to make his muscles finally stop their clenching in favour of a spasm.

But after that, it was only a short jaunt to what laid below. The gardevoir took a slanted approach to reach it, veering off to the side of Ardwin’s belly and dragging his tongue down along the crease where his thigh met his torso, until he’d at last reached his destination. His face was dead centre between Ardwin’s legs, which meant that the human’s cock was just a few inches away from his nose, bulging through the thin fabric of his underwear.

The gardevoir leaned in and pressed his nose right up against that patch of dampness on the front of Ardwin’s briefs, taking a deep drag of his scent. His nostrils filled with the scent of Ardwin’s arousal; he shuddered, Ardwin squeaked.

The gardevoir had already been breathing heavy, but after letting out a loud moan, he started outright panting. Apparently, that sniff was too much excitement for him to handle. 

“Master, you can’t tease me like this!” the gardevoir said. “Can’t you see I need you?”

Ardwin’s head snapped down, eyes bulging, jerked out of his reverie by the absurd accusation that [i]he[/i] was the one doing any sort of teasing—and was met by the sight of the gardevoir looking up at him, licking a smear of pre off of his upper lip. One of his hands was moving busily under his skirt; at some point, he must’ve reached down and started groping himself, pleasuring himself as he explored Ardwin’s body.

The knowing look of his eyes, the smirk on his face, it was obvious that the gardevoir was just trying to wind him up. But the sharp motions of the hand between his legs made it clear that he was just as excited as his words implied. But he was definitely in full control of the situation, and he was going to pursue that excitement.

The gardevoir reached up with both hands and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ardwin’s briefs, pulling them down sharply. They peeled away with a wet noise. Ardwin’s cock flopped out into the open, fully erect and already smeared with a generous helping of precum, with more drooling from the tip and rolling down his shaft in thick globs.

Ardwin could feel the heat of the gardevoir’s breath washing over him, his face mere inches away from Ardwin’s crotch. His eyes were open wide, laser-focused on Ardwin’s erection. He leaned in closer still, until the tip of it just kissed his face—and then gave it a long, sweeping lick, all the way from its base to its tip, collecting up every bit of pre that stood in his path.

Ardwin shuddered at that, but he only started to moan when the gardevoir got to the end of his lick and capped it off with a small, quick kiss to the tip of Ardwin’s cock. He felt the same euphoric energy that defined all of the gardevoir’s kisses course through him, now thrumming through his most sensitive area. A thick spurt of pre rolled through him with enough force to actually shoot out, splattering against the gardevoir’s lips.

The gardevoir stood back up, floating to his feet with infinite grace. Once he did, he shuffled his hips forward, and Ardwin felt something pressing against his thigh. He looked down to see what it was, head moving with dreamlike slowness, like wading through a sea of molasses.

When he saw it, his eyes widened. It was the gardevoir’s cock, jutting out of the front of his skirt. That wasn’t the surprising part. The surprise came from the fact that it was nine inches long, huge, far larger than he’d expect from such a girly looking pokémon. Though it seemed that plenty of his expectations were being broken in that particular encounter.

Ardwin could feel moisture smeared across the skin of his thigh where it had touched him. The gardevoir reached down and grabbed his cock by the middle, angling it up and providing Ardwin with a much better view of its tip. That allowed him to see all the pre oozing out of it, a thick stream of excitement that mirrored his own. 

Then, the gardevoir used the same hand that was grasped around his cock to grab Ardwin’s, wrapping around them both and pressing them together.

“It’s so cute pressed up against mine like this,” the gardevoir murmured, sounding almost awestruck.

‘Cute’ wasn’t the most flattering word to describe that particular part of him, but next to the gardevoir’s, it wasn’t entirely inaccurate. The gardevoir had a big advantage over him in terms of size, by a number of inches. His hand squeezed down, pressing them together tighter and coaxing out a spurt of pre that drooled down across Ardwin’s own cock, seeping into the space between them and allowing them to slip and slide against each other with ease. The whole situation practically demanded that he start grinding them together.

Though that wasn’t what the gardevoir did. Instead, he grabbed Ardwin by the shoulder—with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the both of their cocks—and spun him around, leaving his back pressed against nothing but air. Then, the gardevoir threw his weight forward against Ardwin.

Ardwin shouted—more shrieked, really—as he was sent toppling backwards, the gardevoir’s body on top of his own guaranteeing a painful landing that would likely send them rolling all the way down the foot of the hill.

That was Ardwin’s expectation, anyway. What happened was, maybe a foot before Ardwin’s back touched the ground, he found his fall broken by... a whole load of nothing. Some invisible force arrested his momentum completely, leaving him floating in the air with the gardevoir lying on top of him, before gently lowering him the rest of the way down.

Psychic powers. Of course. It figured that the gardevoir would try to do something flashy with them.

But flashy as it might’ve been, the gardevoir was wasting no time on showing off. Even that small display was done with the pure purpose of moving things forward; now that Ardwin was laid out on his back, the gardevoir was able to move against his body that much easier. Now, all the gardevoir had to do was shift himself around, and gravity translated every motion into pressure, the grinding of their dicks against one another.

The shock of the fall had been enough to jerk Ardwin out of his trance. Given another moment, he might’ve been lucid enough to raise some manner of complaint, maybe even push the gardevoir off of him entirely.

Such a chance would never emerge. The moment after both of them were landed on the ground safely, the gardevoir dropped down flat on top of Ardwin and snagged his mouth in yet another kiss, and he was lost yet again to the gardevoir’s strange power. It flowed through his body, almost seeming to pool inside him when he was lying on his back as he was. His limbs tingled with weakness, light and floaty, yet imparting a certainty that if he tried to move them, they’d feel as if they were made of lead.

Though not if the gardevoir tried to move them. As he’d already demonstrated, he had complete and utter control over Ardwin’s body. The gardevoir made use of that power once again, bringing Ardwin’s arms up and wrapping them around his chest. An unwilling embrace, but one that Ardwin was quickly left in no state to complain about as the gardevoir’s tongue continued to invade his mouth, saturating him with sheer submissiveness.

All throughout the kiss, the gardevoir kept humping and grinding against Ardwin, their two cocks squishing against one another with all the pressure that the gardevoir’s body weight offered and all the slickness that the continual outpour of precum from the both of them afforded. Ardwin moaned into the gardevoir’s mouth, all the raw desire and pleasure flooding his body moving him to try to hump up against the gardevoir, only to find the pokémon’s weight kept him from doing any such thing. All he could do was lie back and let the gardevoir do what he wanted.

Thankfully, the gardevoir’s goals seemed to line up quite nicely with the demands of Ardwin’s lust-driven impulses. The size advantage that the gardevoir had over Ardwin meant that every part of Ardwin’s cock was being pushed down on, ground against his belly, no matter whether the gardevoir was pulling back or moving forward. The only distinction was in the distribution of that delightfully shifting pressure, each of the gardevoir’s movements making Ardwin feel the buzz of pleasure in his dick that much more strongly. Combined with the kiss that never seemed to end, Ardwin was being driven inexorably towards a finish.

But once again, it was a finish that the gardevoir didn’t feel fit to grant Ardwin just yet. He broke the kiss, thick strands of saliva connecting their lips as he pulled back. Ardwin felt his arms loosen from around the gardevoir’s body and fall limp at his sides, allowing the gardevoir to rise up onto his knees.

Ardwin looked up at the gardevoir. He had no choice to do anything else, with the way he was kneeling over top of him, cock jutting out over Ardwin’s body and dripping with their mixed precum. The gardevoir grabbed it by around the base and gave it a long stroke from the base to the head, wringing out a spurt of precum that splattered across Ardwin’s chest.

“Come on, master,” the gardevoir said, rolling his hips up into the grip of his hand. Ardwin could hear his cock sliding wet against his fingers, evidence of just how incredibly drippy he was—the [i]both[/i] of them were, as clearly evidenced by the rivulets of precum Ardwin could feel rolling down his sides, springing from where his cock was laid throbbing against his belly. “Aren’t you going to say anything? Tell me just how much you want this?”

Ardwin bit his lip. It was hardly a gesture that lent itself towards protest, but it was what it was. Now that he was free from that mind-melting kiss, if only for a few seconds, Ardwin could almost think. Not very coherently, but he’d at least gathered himself enough to be able to muster up a single word response.

“No,” Ardwin mumbled, even as his eyes were glued between the gardevoir’s legs and his own cock continued to throb and drip against his stomach.

The gardevoir laughed, not put off or discouraged but apparently excited by Ardwin’s refusal, almost to the point of mania. “Of course, master! Why waste words when there’s so much better uses your mouth could be put towards?”

The gardevoir floated up and off of Ardwin’s body, landing neatly on his feet next to him. At the same time, Ardwin felt himself moving again, limbs once more possessed by that foreign will. He rolled onto his side and then pushed himself up to his knees, adopting a kneeling position that left him face-level with the gardevoir’s crotch, the pokémon’s cock throbbing and dripping just a few inches away from his mouth.

Then, he stood there. The onus was entirely on Ardwin. There was every possibility that he could just stand up and run off, finally freeing himself from what had proven to be the strangest pokémon encounter in all his life.

But Ardwin didn’t. Certainly not out of any lack of desire; every shred of rationality and logic that was left in Ardwin’s head was screaming for him to bolt, which was admittedly not the majority of his mind at that present moment, but was still a large enough portion that he ought to have been able to act on it. But when Ardwin tried to move to do so, he found his body had an agenda of its own, refusing to obey his commands.

The psychic control, of course. He’d been foolish to think for even a moment that the gardevoir would’ve let him go that easy. Instead of sprinting as far as his legs would take him, Ardwin found himself shuffling on his knees, moving forward until the gardevoir’s cock was laid out against his face.

Then, the gardevoir flashed him a grin, one that showed off every one of his sharp teeth. At the same time, Ardwin felt a flicker of energy run through his body, congregating in his neck before shooting up through his face—and then, his jaw dropped, his mouth opened, and his tongue stretched out to plant itself against the base of the gardevoir’s cock. Against his will, Ardwin found himself giving it a long, lingering lick from base to tip.

After so long of being subject to the gardevoir’s every whim and desire, it seemed almost surprising that it had taken this long for him to decide to use Ardwin’s mouth, but now that he was, he was taking his time with it. He just stood there, letting Ardwin take things at his own pace—which was, on account of the body control, still technically the gardevoir’s own pace. Regardless, it was slow. When Ardwin finally reached the head of the gardevoir’s cock, having collected a mouthful of pre in the process, he gave its tip a quick kiss before gulping it all down.

That was when the taste of the gardevoir’s precum finally hit his taste buds in full force. There was saltiness and a slight bitterness, which he’d expected, and an odd sweetness which he hadn’t. The notes of musk that he’d previously only smelled now transformed into a heady flavour that seemed to soak into his taste buds. All that on top of the feeling of it sliding down his throat, thick and virile.

There was a word that summed it all up quite nicely. It wasn’t a word that Ardwin wanted to use, on account of it seeming far too positive, almost like a ringing commendation of the whole situation, but neither could he ignore just how appropriate it felt. Satisfying. Gulping down the gardevoir’s precum like that felt good, oddly right. He didn’t want to do it again, but he couldn’t deny the pleasantness of having done it once.

But it didn’t matter what he wanted, because the gardevoir was the one controlling his actions, and the gardevoir wanted to feel that tongue of his so much more. Ardwin leaned forward again, this time going a bit lower than before and planting his tongue right between the gardevoir’s balls. He licked up between them, dragging himself right across a small reservoir of precum that had been collecting in the folds there, letting it all run into his mouth before making his way further up the gardevoir’s shaft.

It was lick after lick like that, each almost agonizingly slow, to the point where Ardwin wondered if the gardevoir was getting off from it at all. Whenever he looked up, though, the gardevoir was staring back down at him with that cocky smile of his.

Because it wasn’t about hard and fast pleasure like fucking someone offered. It felt good, sure, but it was more about forcing Ardwin to service him. To gulp down the endless stream of precum drooling down his shaft. To worship him, and enjoy every moment of it.

Which really was the worst part of it all for Ardwin. Despite his reluctance, his distaste, his abhorrence for the situation—all of which were kept locked up inside his own mind, on account of the gardevoir controlling his body and nipping any thoughts of resistance in the bud—Ardwin did find a certain enjoyment to the situation. As was quite clearly evidenced by his cock, hard as ever, occasionally throbbing hard enough to jump up and slap against his stomach.

Having to confront that fact was worse than any amount of facefucking, Ardwin figured. The gardevoir tasted good, and he was getting off from licking his cock. Those facts were being made abundantly clear, and they were [i]grating[/i] to have to acknowledge.

“What’s wrong, master?” the gardevoir said in a tone so innocent, so cloyingly sweet, that it became clear that the gardevoir couldn’t have anything less than complete knowledge of what he was doing. “Getting impatient? Eager for more? Well, far be it from me to make you wait!”

When Ardwin came to the end of his latest lick, lips planted on the tip of the gardevoir’s cock, he reached out and grabbed the back of Ardwin’s head. Then, he thrust forward, pressing his cock against Ardwin’s mouth—and, finding no resistance, past his lips.

That wasn’t to say that the gardevoir immediately launched into wild thrusting in and out of Ardwin’s mouth. No, he continued taking things as slow and steady as he had before. He allowed Ardwin plenty of time to adjust to his presence. The feeling of his lips stretched wide around the gardevoir’s thick cock, the way it throbbed and drooling against his tongue.

Ardwin instantly regretted his earlier annoyance, because this was definitely a far worse situation. Not because of any physical discomfort; the gardevoir moved with such care that there was never any risk of him feeling any pain or not being able to breathe. No, it was because with his mouth constantly plugged with the source of all that musk and continually oozing precum rather than just licking at it, it was a dozen times as strong. It grew thick in his sinuses, muddied his thoughts.

More notably, it made his own cock twitch and drip that much more between his legs. Ardwin wondered if the gardevoir was aware of that. Then, he wondered how far the gardevoir’s telepathy extended. That was because, mere seconds after that first thought, Ardwin found his hand moving down to grab a hold of his own shaft. Then, it started to stroke—slowly, always slowly, never so much that Ardwin would actually be able to at all get off from it. Ardwin felt frustrated at that. Then, he wondered why it was that he was angry that he wasn’t getting off if he was so adamant about not having wanted this whole sexual encounter in the first place.

But there was no time to spend thinking about that, because the gardevoir was starting to increase his pace. 
No more of those glacial thrusts, good only for enjoying the warmth of Ardwin’s mouth; the gardevoir pulled back until only the head of his cock remained between Ardwin’s lips, then thrust forward, battering against the entrance to his throat.

Ardwin briefly worried about gagging. Right as the thought entered his mind, he felt a twinge, a prickle of implacable energy inside him. When the gardevoir drew his hips back again, he thrust in even deeper than before, this time [i]into[/i] Ardwin’s throat—and he didn’t gag. More psychic wonders at work, it seemed.

“Masterrrr,” the gardevoir crooned, dragging out that last syllable into a throaty purr. “You’re so good at this! You’ve been practicing with other boys, haven’t you?”

Ardwin didn’t answer, not in the least because his sexual history was no business of this random stranger of a pokémon. But mostly because he had a mouthful of said pokémon’s cock, which made it difficult to formulate a reply. Though he did let out a low groan, which the gardevoir felt roll through his shaft as pleasurable vibrations that made him shudder in delight.

“It’s okay, master,” the gardevoir said, starting to shift into a steady rhythm of fucking Ardwin’s mouth. Long, rolling strokes that drew the head of his dick back as far as Ardwin’s tongue before plunging it deep into his throat. “You won’t need any of those boys ever again now that I’m here. Just me!”

Ardwin’s only reply was in the form of a moan. It wasn’t as if he could do anything else. The gardevoir thrust in and out of Ardwin’s mouth, each time going deep enough for his nose to butt up against the pokémon’s pubic bone, though he was starting to slide only halfway out whenever he pulled back instead of all the way. Clearly, he wanted to stay sheathed in Ardwin’s mouth and throat as much as possible.

In pursuit of that goal, the gardevoir was starting to pick up the pace. Rapid thrusts had his cock plunging deep into Ardwin’s throat and his balls swinging forward to slap against Ardwin’s chin. Ardwin could feel precum drooling into his belly; when he tried to gulp it down, his throat wrung the gardevoir’s shaft for even more of it.

His whole world seemed to have narrowed down to the gardevoir fucking his face. Awareness of anything else faded into dimness; it was impossible to focus on anything but the nine inches of cock buried in his throat.

It was still just as good as when the gardevoir had started. Ardwin could still feel the flavour of the pokémon’s musk being rubbed into his tongue with every thrust, as if he were trying to grind it into his taste buds forever, and it hadn’t lost an ounce of its appeal. Still the overpowering, all-consuming taste of masculinity that his brain couldn’t help but interpret as good and desirable.

What had changed was his opposition to the whole situation. Not to say that Ardwin had started eagerly embracing the treatment he was receiving, but with the gardevoir swabbing his throat as he was, it was difficult to do anything but let everything wash over him. A sort of resigned acceptance. A decent part of that had to be due to oxygen deprivation, he figured.

At the very least, it made for a convenient excuse. Ardwin hardly wanted to admit that having his mouth and throat used as a fuckhole by such a domineering, possessive pokémon was [i]arousing.[/i] That would be embarrassing, mortifying, beyond the pale. He wouldn’t have to confront such a possibility if he stayed in the hazy state that came with getting facefucked, his hand jerking himself off almost forgotten in the midst of it all.

But the gardevoir was quite opposed to him getting used to things. No, he wanted to push Ardwin’s limits, take things as far as they could possibly go. Though it didn’t seem as such when the gardevoir pulled out without a word of warning, the head of his cock popping out from between Ardwin’s lips. 

Though it only seemed that way because of the shallowness of Ardwin’s viewpoint. His mind was too bogged down from the facefucking to be able to predict what the gardevoir not wanting to use his throat anymore meant.

That was fine. Ardwin didn’t need to predict what was coming, he just needed to wait a second or two for it to happen. While his mind was still reeling in surprise, he felt the gardevoir’s telepathy intrude on his thoughts once again.

“Aw, I’m sorry, master!” the gardevoir said. “You’re getting bored, aren’t you? You want me to move things along.  Don’t worry: your wish is my command!”

Ardwin could describe his emotional state with a great many words, but none of them were ‘bored’. He did want to move things along, though. The problem was in exactly what that meant. For Ardwin, moving things along meant moving towards the end.

For the gardevoir, it meant starting the next exciting thing. And for all his lack of foresight, Ardwin was given a rather good idea of what that was going to be when he found himself floating up to his feet in a telekinetic grip, the gardevoir grabbing his arms and spinning him around at the same time, leaving them back-to-front with the pokémon’s cock pressed up against Ardwin’s ass.

“You ready, master?”

Ardwin’s answer was immediate and unhesitating. “No!”

“Aw, nervous? Don’t worry, master, I believe in you. You can take it!”

The gardevoir punctuated his words by leaning in and planting a kiss right on the side of Ardwin’s neck. Instantly, Ardwin felt that familiar mind-melting rush shoot down his spine, relaxing his muscles so that the air in his lungs escaped as a shuddering sigh. He went lax in the gardevoir’s grip, his ass pressing back against the pokémon’s crotch as he simultaneously bent forward at the hips, arms sliding forward in the gardevoir’s hands until they’d gone from just below his shoulders to gripped around his wrists.

It left them in a rather particular position: the gardevoir standing straight while Ardwin was bent at an almost ninety degree angle, supported by the gardevoir’s hold on his arms.

It also left the gardevoir’s cock planted squarely between his ass cheeks, the underside of his shaft grinding against Ardwin’s hole. “So, master, are you ready now?”

Ardwin let out an incoherent moan as response.

“Wonderful!”

With Ardwin rendered as limp and senseless as he was by that most recent kiss, it ought to have been difficult for the gardevoir to line himself up. He was so much dead weight, after all, difficult to orient without shifting into an easier position.

But the gardevoir’s psychic powers, again the psychic powers. It seemed that the gardevoir could use Ardwin in whatever way he desired thanks to those powers. Ardwin felt overwhelmed, unable of so much as moving a muscle, but those muscles moved with a will of their own. The gardevoir’s will. Ardwin bore his weight just enough for the gardevoir to pull back and line the head of his cock up with his asshole; then, he thrust in.

Ardwin couldn’t be described senseless after that point. He was definitely sensing a whole lot of things, all at once. Half of the gardevoir’s shaft had plunged into him at once, and considering the huge size of the thing, taking it was no mean feat. Ardwin felt himself stretched wide around the thickness of the gardevoir’s cock in areas deep inside him, areas that were only going to get deeper as things went on.

Ardwin let out a surprised shout when the gardevoir pushed in. It wound up transforming into a quavering moan halfway through as the gardevoir pushed even deeper, right around the time that he’d started sliding against Ardwin’s prostate. Every inch he went past that point translated directly into grinding pressure against that magical spot inside of Ardwin, a pleasure button that the gardevoir was mashing perfectly.

His cock twitched, jumped, slapped against his belly. He shivered in the gardevoir’s grip, walls clenching tight around that invading member—but not at all tight enough to stop its progress, only enough so that Ardwin could feel every bit of it as it moved through him, millimetre by millimetre.

Ardwin moaned again. This time, the gardevoir joined him.

“I knew you’d love it, master, I just knew it!” the gardevoir said. “But you just wait, it’s gonna get better.”

The gardevoir gave another sharp drive of his hips, sinking another quarter of his shaft into Ardwin’s ass with no signs of stopping any time soon. Ardwin gasped, jerking in the gardevoir’s grip. If he were left to support himself, Ardwin would’ve dropped to the ground ages ago. But with the gardevoir’s hands around his wrists and his dick buried in his ass, there was no chance of that happening; if he was going down, it was only going to be down to the base of the gardevoir’s cock.

Which happened a whole lot sooner than he’d expected. Even though those last few inches were going deeper inside Ardwin than anything had ever gone before, stretching him in areas that he’d never felt prior, they gave way to the gardevoir’s advance in moments. Soon, Ardwin felt the gardevoir’s hips press flush against his ass, felt his balls swing forward and slap against the back of his own. Yes, the gardevoir had finally bottomed out inside of him.

“You did it, master,” the gardevoir said. “I’m so proud!”

Unfortunately, Ardwin did not feel the same sense of pride at being an effective cocksock for a wild pokémon that he’d known for less than an hour. He did, however, feel plenty of unwilling pleasure at being used in such a way. Pride, shame, none of it changed the physical sensations; the gardevoir’s cock inside him ground against his prostate, made him feel so delightfully full, that there was no way he could respond to it other than to clench down around it, drool precum all over himself, and moan like the complete slut that the gardevoir wanted him to be.

Which was, luckily enough, exactly what the gardevoir wanted him to do. He let out a lighthearted chuckle before dragging his hips back, pulling out until only half of his shaft remained in Ardwin’s ass before slamming himself back inside. No more taking it easy, if what he’d been doing could be described as such. Now, the gardevoir seemed intent on fucking Ardwin for all he was worth.

The sounds of skin against skin filled the air, the gardevoir’s thighs clapping against Ardwin’s ass with every thrust. There was no gradual build-up of speed; the gardevoir immediately threw himself into things with as much energy as he could muster, his arousal permitting no less. It was impossible for him to put into words just how much he wanted Ardwin, so he had to show it through action.

Action which involved yanking back on Ardwin’s arms, pulling him into every thrust. There was so much he wanted to do. Lean down and kiss the back of Ardwin’s neck, maybe bite it just the slightest bit, like some sort of animal. Let go of Ardwin’s wrists and instead grope at his chest, pinching at his nipples. Turn Ardwin’s head to the side and shove his tongue down his throat. 

But he could hardly spare the effort to do any of it, because it would all mean diverting attention away from his frantic pounding of Ardwin’s ass. The gardevoir felt unstoppable, his body solely dedicated to fucking Ardwin as hard as possible.

Which was something Ardwin was well suited for, however he might’ve felt about it. His insides provided just the right amount of grip for the gardevoir to use as a fucksleeve, squeezing down tight enough for pleasure without being so crushing as to prevent him from going at a properly fast pace. And the gardevoir certainly was going at a fast pace; he wasted no time gradually speeding up, instead immediately throwing himself into rapid, ass-clapping thrusts, balls swinging forward and slapping against the back of Ardwin’s own with each one of them.

Ardwin could hear the gardevoir outright panting behind him, a mixture of arousal and physical exertion in those breaths from the sheer effort he was putting into fucking Ardwin. Though none of that exertion showed in his voice, telepathic as it was.

“This is what it’s all about, master,” the gardevoir said, letting out a groan as he spoke. “You and I, like this, connected together! Can you feel it? The closeness?”

Ardwin let out a mirroring groan. Yes, they were definitely close. It was hard to be closer to someone than when they were literally inside you. And he could certainly feel it, feel his prostate being crushed with every thrust of the gardevoir’s hips, his thick cock grinding against it and forcing thick dribbles of precum out of Ardwin that alternately dripped to the ground or were smeared against himself when his cock jumped up against his belly. Was any of that meant to be surprising?

There was no time to call out the gardevoir’s penchant for stating the obvious, though, because that was when he leaned in while pulling back on Ardwin’s arms, drawing Ardwin’s upper half up high enough that the gardevoir could plant a kiss right on the nape of his neck. A herculean effort, being that it required diverting attention away from thrusting into Ardwin’s ass.

But one that was well worth it. Ardwin was awash in another flood of that unnatural euphoria, snuffing out any thoughts running through his mind until all that mattered was feeling more of that wonderful pleasure.

It was certainly in no short supply. Even while kissing him, the gardevoir hadn’t stopped thrusting for a moment. If anything, he’d sped up even more. There seemed to be no limit to his stamina, as if fucking Ardwin was somehow giving him more energy instead of draining it. And that increase in speed and intensity translated directly into ecstasy for Ardwin, being stretched and used in such a way feeling like the strongest pleasure he’d ever known, encompassing his whole body.

It was all building towards an inevitable, undeniable finish, for the both of them. There was no way that the gardevoir could keep up such a breakneck pace without reaching an equally powerful finish. There was no way that Ardwin could endure that sustained assault on his ass without having an orgasm beaten out of him, practically squeezed out of his prostate. Both of them could feel it, a tension winding up in each of them, crying to be let loose.

“I’m getting close, master,” the gardevoir said, gripping Ardwin’s wrists tighter as his thrusts, somehow, managed to get even faster. “I thought I’d last longer, but you’re just— too— cute!”

Ardwin let out a loud moan, absolutely no attempt made to restrain it. In his right mind, he’d probably feel a twinge of annoyance at being called cute, but in the state he was in, the only twinge he felt was between his legs. The kiss kept any objections or hangups firmly out of mind. The only thing he could think about was that rising pleasure between his legs, cresting higher towards a peak...

Which it finally reached in an explosive finish. The thick stream of pre drooling from Ardwin’s cock was replaced by jets of cum, shooting out of him and onto the grass below, bar the one or two that splattered against his stomach as his cock jumped and throbbed. A typical prostate orgasm would just dribble and ooze out of him, but the gardevoir was fucking him hard enough that his body seemed to have no choice but to fire off with all due force.

But that was just half of what made up his orgasm. The other half, far more relevant to the one who’d caused it, was in the form of his muscles clenching down. Ardwin’s inner walls tightened as his body tried its hardest to squeeze out a worthy cumshot, inadvertently squeezing down around the gardevoir’s cock lodged deep inside him.

Once the gardevoir felt that, he gave only one last thrust, thighs slapping against Ardwin’s ass, and then stayed there. No motion was necessary; the feeling of Ardwin’s inner walls wringing his cock as if he was trying to milk him for his cum was more than enough to bring him over the edge. The gardevoir let out a moan that overpowered Ardwin’s own, just as he’d overpowered Ardwin in every other respect, before his release was upon him.

Ropes of cum shot out of him, working deep into Ardwin’s insides, spears of liquid warmth that he felt spreading out into his belly. It only served to intensify Ardwin’s own orgasm, feeling sympathetic pleasure as the gardevoir unloaded into his ass. Was it some psychic trick, or was his body simply that geared towards serving this stronger male, that he felt good simply by fulfilling the role of cumdump?

It was impossible to say, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the gardevoir cumming into him, each jet of seed into his guts only serving to prolong his own orgasm, both of them cumming and cumming until, after some immeasurable length of time, they finally wound down to a finish.

Both of them stayed in that position, the gardevoir buried up to the hilt in Ardwin’s ass, the warm weight of his cum heavy in Ardwin’s belly. It wasn’t as if Ardwin had the energy to try moving, even if his wrists weren’t still held in the gardevoir’s steely grip, and the gardevoir himself seemed perfectly content to remain with his cock lodged up Ardwin’s rear.

“How was that, master?” the gardevoir said, panting as he spoke, hot breath washing along the side of Ardwin’s head. “Scratch your itch any?”

Ardwin moaned in response. He noticed he’d been doing that a lot; his responses seemed to have shifted away from language entirely in favour of moans and groans.

That seemed to suit the gardevoir just fine. He let out a small laugh before he shuffled backwards, dragging Ardwin along with him. Then, when his back was against the tree, he used his psychic powers to lower himself to the ground, adopting a sitting position and dragging Ardwin into his lap.

One arm wrapped around Ardwin’s chest, hugging him close to the gardevoir’s front. His free hand made its way up to Ardwin’s face, grabbing a hold of his cheeks, pressing down to open his mouth. His jaw posed no resistance; Ardwin hardly even knew what was going on until the gardevoir’s fingers had moved from his cheeks to his lips, pushing past so that they could press against his tongue.

“Because I don’t know if it did mine. I think I could go again, as a matter of fact,” the gardevoir said, letting out a low rumble at the same time that Ardwin could feel in his chest. Then, Ardwin felt the gardevoir’s breath against his ear, a second before he leaned in and planted a kiss on the side of his neck.

It was like sheer arousal being dumped into his body, white hot ardour shot directly into his veins. Ardwin whined at the intensity of it, harsher than anything that he’d felt from the gardevoir’s kisses previously. At the same time, his cock, not even having had a chance to go flaccid from his previous orgasm, suddenly throbbed. In spite of having had one not a minute before, Ardwin could feel himself craving another release.

One that the gardevoir was eager to supply. Seemingly devoid of any notion of a refractory period, his cock throbbed in the grip of Ardwin’s ass. 

Was Ardwin going to be able to walk after everything was said and done? Was he even going to be conscious? As one of the gardevoir’s hands started roaming across his body whilst the other continued probing his mouth, it seemed there was only one way they were going to find out.

---

As it turned out, Ardwin wasn’t  going to remain conscious. Or at least, not entirely. They’d kept fucking over and over until Ardwin had only the dimmest awareness of what was going on and he’d lost track of how many times he’d came. Orgasms just seemed to blend into one another, as did time.

At some point, the gardevoir had stopped fucking him. Rather than just leave him be, though, he’d taken Ardwin somewhere. Ardwin didn’t really know where. He had vague memories of being carried bridal style in the gardevoir’s arms deep into the woods, but what direction and just how far they’d gone, it was impossible to say.

He did recall being brought into a cave and laid out on a bed, cobbled together out of leaves and straw. As luxurious accommodations as a wild pokémon could muster, he imagined. That was where Ardwin had woken up.

That had been two days ago. Ardwin was still there, and at that moment, was sitting on his bed and staring off at the entrance of the cave, considering things.

Could he have left? Sure, he could’ve. A lot of the time, the gardevoir wasn’t there to stop him, and he could’ve just wandered out into the woods. Where he had no reception even if his phone [i]hadn’t[/i] died by the time he first woke up, no idea where he was, no idea how to forage or tell what plants were or weren’t poisonous...

The other option being staying where he was, where he had access to fresh water from a stream outside the cave, protection from the elements, and food that the gardevoir brought back for him whenever he returned from the woods.

As the gardevoir chose that moment right then to do. If Ardwin hadn’t been looking at the cave entrance, he wouldn’t have even noticed. The gardevoir floated in silently, feet not even touching the ground, holding an armful of berries against his chest. He’d probably been hoping to catch Ardwin by surprise. When he saw Ardwin looking at him, though, he didn’t seem the least bit disappointed. Instead, he glanced down at the berries, smiling at the haul he’d acquired. 

At least, that was what it seemed like he was smiling at. Ardwin knew better than to assume such. Looking lower than the gardevoir’s arms, Ardwin saw the pokémon’s cock jutting out from the split in his skirt, erect and already starting to drool pre.

“Hello, master,” the gardevoir said, taking a moment to set down his latest haul before drifting towards Ardwin. “Have you been sitting there waiting for me? Oh, you’re so sweet. I’m sure your mouth has just been watering for my return.”

From the way the gardevoir’s cock jumped as he spoke, it was quite clear he didn’t mean mouth watering in anticipation of food. That had proven to be yet another thing that the gardevoir provided on top of food and shelter: keeping Ardwin warm at night, whether he wanted it or not.

Ardwin groaned, but he felt his own dick twitch at the sight of the gardevoir’s erection.  ‘Whether he wanted it or not’ was increasingly turning away from ‘not’, at least in regards to his body’s reactions. It had only been two days, and already he felt hot and needy whenever the gardevoir was around, aching to be filled in spite of whatever desire to escape his logical mind might’ve had. It increasingly seemed like their relationship, such as it was, would be for the long haul. Ardwin dreaded the thought.

No time to think too much about such things, though; Ardwin’s attention was firmly grounded in the present, rather than any thoughts of the far flung future. Or if it wasn’t, then it quickly became such when the gardevoir got close enough for Ardwin to smell him. Once he was only a foot or so away, the scent of his musk had grown to such potency, such thickness, that it could almost be felt as much as smelled. Like something physically sitting in the back of Ardwin’s nose.

“Eagerly awaiting my entrance. Hoping I might make a night of fucking your mouth,” the gardevoir said, narrating Ardwin’s desires—or his interpretation of them, at any rate. He walked as he talked, coming to a stop in front of Ardwin while jerking his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, as if trying to milk it for the stream of pre that was already starting to drool and trickle over his fingers.

Ardwin would’ve liked to be able to respond by spitting a rejection, loudly proclaiming how he didn’t have the slightest desire to debase himself in such a manner. Unfortunately, the sight of his penis lying already erect against his stomach would’ve undermined his protests—perfectly visible because, of course, the gardevoir had long since disposed of his clothes.

Moreover, it was even more difficult for Ardwin to shout out his rejections when his body was moving with ideas of its own, ones that ran quite counter to his supposed protests. He dropped to the ground, flat on his belly at first before rolling over onto his back. More of the gardevoir’s psychic control at work.

“Well, too bad, master,” the gardevoir said, taking another few steps forward until his feet were planted on the ground to either side of Ardwin’s head. Ardwin stared up past the gardevoir’s balls and up at his face, obscured by the hand still working his cock as it might’ve been. “I’ve got a different task for your mouth tonight, but I’m sure you’ll love it all the same!”

Without a single additional word, the gardevoir dropped down into a squat, bringing his ass directly down onto Ardwin’s head. His face wedged itself perfectly in between the gardevoir’s cheeks, leaving his nose and mouth pressed directly against the pokémon’s asshole.

The scent of a new kind of musk began to attack his senses at once. It was similar to what Ardwin had smelled before, carrying all the same distinct notes that he’d come to expect from the gardevoir and just as reeking of sex as anything coming from nearer his crotch, but undeniably different. It had a sort of earthy bitterness to it that set it apart—that was the best he could put it into words, anyway.

But regardless, it was only new in the most situational sense of the term. Ardwin had certainly become familiar with it already on previous nights. The gardevoir had made use of him in any and every way imaginable, exploring every part of his body, and forcing Ardwin to explore every part of his. That was enough experience for Ardwin to know exactly what it was the gardevoir wanted him to do, but fell short of the amount required for him to actually push himself to do it.

Thankfully, his willing participation wasn’t required. That was what the gardevoir had his psychic powers for. Powers that, when it became clear after a second or two that Ardwin wasn’t doing what the gardevoir wanted, manifested themselves. Ardwin felt a thrum roll through his body as the gardevoir assumed control a moment before his tongue leapt out of his mouth of its own volition, pressing itself against the gardevoir’s asshole.

“It’s okay, master,” the gardevoir said, grinding himself against Ardwin’s face while his tongue started eagerly lapping at the pokémon’s entrance, regardless of the will of its owner. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it eventually!”

Ardwin hoped that he wouldn’t, but it didn’t seem like it would particularly matter if he did or not. Regardless of whatever his will or wishes might’ve been, Ardwin was nothing more than a plaything for the gardevoir, to be told what he was to do and worked like a puppet if he dared refuse to obey. Sure, the gardevoir coached everything in soft language and dropped the word ‘master’ at the end of practically every sentence, but there was no question as to who was in charge.

But the worst of it was that, for all the objections he might’ve had, Ardwin was beginning to adapt to the role. At first, it had taken those insidious kisses to make Ardwin react the way the gardevoir wanted to. Now, after the gardevoir had used him enough times that he’d lost count—and beat out of him an equally unknown but undoubtedly higher number of orgasms—it seemed that they were no longer required. Ardwin got hard whenever he was around, as had already been demonstrated.

And more, that erection of his was now drooling a steady stream of pre onto his belly, throbbing and twitching as his tongue lapped wildly at the gardevoir’s backdoor. His pleasure, that desire that had been lit in him by the gardevoir’s presence, had only intensified as a result of the gardevoir using him in such a manner.

His physical body had already fallen into lockstep with the gardevoir’s desires. Given he was a psychic, it seemed only a matter of time before Ardwin’s mind followed suit.

All such thoughts were running through Ardwin’s head. The gardevoir’s thoughts, however, were a good deal simpler. Apart from the minor exertion of mental energy it took to keep Ardwin’s tongue in action, he was simply luxuriating in the feeling of having his ass worshipped, masturbating leisurely at the sensation.

It wasn’t a long-ranging, intricate plan he was following. All of the dread of such a thing that Ardwin felt, the gardevoir wasn’t even aware of. His motivations were downright simple. He’d seen Ardwin; he’d watched Ardwin. He’d wanted Ardwin. He’d taken Ardwin, and now he was making use of Ardwin. 

And if he was to use his psychic powers in that pursuit, well, who was to complain? Ardwin didn’t know what was best for him, after all. Only the gardevoir knew what was in his best interest. The fact that it always happened to be exactly what the gardevoir wanted was simply a convenient coincidence.

The gardevoir settled in, shifting his hips as he got more comfortable on his impromptu seat. Yes, coincidence. Perhaps serendipity would have it that a good throatfucking would be in Ardwin’s best interest after all.

---

And so it did. Not right away, of course; it would’ve been a disservice for the gardevoir not to eke out every bit of pleasure out of sitting on Ardwin’s face that he could. Something which ended up taking somewhere in the range of a half an hour. Thankfully, with some continued psychic assistance, Ardwin was more than happy to indulge him.

Well, perhaps not [i]happy[/i] to assist, given the gardevoir was focusing less on mind control and more on body control. But he certainly tackled his job with gusto.

All that was past now, anyway. The gardevoir had enjoyed the time spent, was almost willing to continue the experience for however long he could drag it out, but there was just so much to [i]do.[/i] Which wasn’t to say that any of it was vital, demanding his attention, but simply that there were so many opportunities for how he could use Ardwin that it would be almost a shame to sink all his time into a single pursuit.

Which was what brought the gardevoir to finally pull himself up and off of Ardwin’s face, a couple strings of saliva momentarily stretching off from his ass to Ardwin’s mouth, a showcase of just how thorough his tonguework had been, before snapping. The gardevoir brought himself up only as far as his knees, then started to shuffle back.

If Ardwin was unsure what the gardevoir had in mind—difficult to imagine, but perhaps spending all that time with his face buried in the gardevoir’s ass had caused his focus to drift slightly—then he wouldn’t be for long. The position made it easy for the gardevoir to drop down a few inches or so and lay his cock out across Ardwin’s face.

Whereupon Ardwin saw, or rather felt, the fruits of the past thirty minutes of licking. The gardevoir’s cock was positively soaked with his own fluids, pre slathered in a thick layer across the underside of his shaft where he’d been oozing all over himself. With the pokémon’s dick laid out across his face as it was, that meant that all that precum was now being slathered across Ardwin’s mouth, nose, and cheeks.

Though not for long. After all, every second spent doing that was both time that wasn’t spent using Ardwin to the fullest, and was time that Ardwin could use to collect himself and potentially launch into a string of protests. The gardevoir didn’t want to hear that; there were infinitely better uses that Ardwin’s mouth could be put towards than speaking.

So the gardevoir aligned the head of his cock, dripping with pre, with Ardwin’s lips, soaked with sweat and spit, before throwing his hips forward in one smooth thrust. All that slickness, combined with a precise application of psychic pressure to make Ardwin more cooperative, meant that entry was flawless. The gardevoir slid right in, facing no resistance until Ardwin’s chin was bumping against his pubic bone, the entirety of his shaft buried in Ardwin’s mouth.

Ardwin might’ve been surprised when the gardevoir didn’t immediately seize on the opportunity to start thrusting, fucking his throat like it was nothing more than a cheap onahole, but he really ought not to have been. The facesitting from earlier wasn’t just an attempt at building up excitement through foreplay; it set a precedent. The gardevoir no longer needed to rush things.

Not like that first encounter out in the field, where he’d thrown everything he had into ramming Ardwin as hard as he could like some fuck-hungry beast. No, that was an initial encounter, where he was still feeling out possibilities. Now, the gardevoir understood that he had Ardwin firmly in his grip, and he could afford to take his time and enjoy every bit of their time together.

Which [i]could[/i] include that sort of unrestrained rutting, of course. He planned on giving Ardwin’s other end that sort of treatment later on in the evening. But at that moment, the gardevoir was slowly moving his hips, working his cock in and out of Ardwin’s mouth at a pace that could only be described as leisurely, observing the way his throat bulged and his body shivered in response.

He had the stamina to make it last just as long as he’d made the facesitting last, pump a load or two into Ardwin’s stomach, and still have more than enough energy to have all the fun with Ardwin’s ass that his heart could imagine. A long, long night, but one of many to come.