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. “When I’m through with you, you won’t need any of those boys ever again. 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.

Though as unwanted as all of those sensations were, they were also all expected. Falling neatly in line with everything else that the gardevoir had done to Ardwin up to that point. But something new was beginning to arise. Something not actively unpleasant, but somehow distinct from the rest of the forced pleasure he was experiencing.

Ardwin felt a tingling all over his body. It had been there for some time, but earlier, it had been weak enough that he’d been able to dismiss it as being a side effect of the gardevoir’s psychic powers. Yet it had grown gradually stronger, and now it was at the point where it felt as if it was on the forefront of his awareness, pounding his senses, demanding his attention. It was more than just a side effect.

Ardwin tried to put his concerns into words. When the gardevoir slammed into him from behind with another thigh-slapping thrust, those words were lost in the wake of another moan, louder and more desperate than the ones that came before it.

It wasn’t coherent, but he’d apparently managed to convey something, judging by the gardevoir’s response. Unfortunately, said response did nothing to put his mind at ease. “Oh, are you starting to feel it? Don’t worry, master! I promise you’re going to love it!”

A chill ran up Ardwin’s spine at that. Love it? What was ‘it’? What he was feeling was all confusing sensations and the gardevoir had nothing but vaguely ominous suggestions. 

The gardevoir could feel his unease, though. That was while he leaned in while pulling back on Ardwin’s arms, drawing his upper half up high enough that he could plant a kiss on the back of Ardwin’s neck, right at the nape. Then, another flood of that unnatural pleasure, snuffing out any thoughts of unease or suspicion that he might’ve had, until none of his previous fears mattered in the slightest.

Though that equally unnatural tingling only gained in strength and, though Ardwin was hardly in a state of mind to notice or pay attention to it, things were becoming yet more odd. When had his legs left the ground? They were drawn up against his body, folded up so that his knees were up by his chest, a position that left him completely free of any contact with the ground. The gardevoir’s psychic powers had stepped in to fill the gap, supporting him in midair while the pokémon continued to rail him.

Ardwin might have wondered why the gardevoir had chosen to exert his body control in such a way, if he were still in anything approaching a rational state of mind. Instead, he tried to lean back into the gardevoir’s thrusts. The psychic forces supporting him rendered that impossible, of course, but he tried to do it anyway. The gardevoir’s cock stretching him wide and thrusting in and out of his asshole simply felt to good to do anything else.

Which meant he also didn’t spare a thought to how that tingling began to focus in his legs, increasing to a fever pitch—before suddenly stopping entirely. Something had shifted, but Ardwin did not look to see what it was. 

As for why he didn’t look, he wasn’t entirely sure. Ardwin’s priorities seemed to have shifted. Investigating every little oddity out of the constant stream of sensations that swept over him seemed a waste of time. Not only because it seemed an impossible feat, but a pointless one, too. Why would he bother trying to do such a thing when he could simply [i]feel,[/i] take in all the pleasure being forced on him?

It was an aberrant mindset, Ardwin knew. None of it made any sense at all. He ought to have been deeply interested in finding out what in the hell was happening to his body, maybe even justified in feeling a bit of horror at the prospect of what might’ve been causing those sensations.

But Ardwin knew all of that on some dim, detached level, a logic that was operating in the background after having long since lost control of his behaviour. What was really guiding his actions was arousal, that burning, all-encompassing need. One that had initially been forced into him by the gardevoir’s kisses, but now seemed to have taken on a life of its own, increasing in intensity even without the gardevoir’s mouth on his body.

The gardevoir’s thrusts were continuing at a steady pace—though steady didn’t mean slow. It just meant that there was no deviation from that breakneck speed, each thrust grinding against Ardwin’s prostate, eking out a steady stream of pleasure that manifested itself as the thick stream of pre drooling from his cock. The gardevoir’s balls swung forward and slapped against Ardwin’s own to mark each thrust.

Which was what led Ardwin to realise that those balls seemed to be swinging into his with greater force each time. Though the realisation was nothing more than a footnote in his mind, easily chalked up to the gardevoir simply speeding up. The fact that the gardevoir had done no such thing didn’t even cross his mind, and he was in no position to look down and see the actual, physical growth that the gardevoir’s balls had undergone. They were bigger. They were [i]heavier.[/i]

But he could hardly be blamed for that ignorance. His attention was stolen by a far more prominent change; his insides were being stretched to a whole new degree, wider and deeper than ever before, as the gardevoir’s cock seemed to somehow enlarge inside of him. Length being drawn out of seemingly nowhere, matched by an equal fattening of the gardevoir’s shaft.

It was difficult for Ardwin to track the passage of time. All the psychic mind fuckery and the plain physical pleasure of his prostate being ground flat had that effect on him. It was easier to mark events by the things he could feel, when he started or stopped feeling them.

For example, when he ceased to feel the impact of the gardevoir’s balls against his own—not slowing down, but stopping entirely. And then, shortly afterwards, he felt his legs. Most people could feel their legs, but it was another thing to be acutely [i]aware[/i] of the fact that you were feeling your legs. Ardwin was, because the feelings that were coming from his legs were very, very strange.

They were swinging. More, they seemed to be swinging a whole lot more than he’d consider normal under any circumstances. Pendulously. Almost as if they had become something other than legs.

Curiosity finally overriding the feelings of pleasure shooting through his body, Ardwin craned his head down and tried to look back at where his legs ought to have been. They weren’t there. Instead, there was a huge pair of balls, each one as big around as a watermelon. Swaying heavily with each of the gardevoir’s thrusts.

As much as the gardevoir was thrusting, anyway. The particulars of the situation made it so that he couldn’t really thrust [i]into[/i] Ardwin—physically couldn’t. Ardwin was coming to realise that as he looked on and got an eyeful of all the distressing imagery back there.

They seemed to have merged, for lack of a better word. Though that was a particularly good word. The gardevoir was no longer sliding in and out of Ardwin’s ass, roughly fucking him; he was still rocking his hips slightly, imitating the motion, but that just made it all the more clear that there was no sliding going on. Ardwin’s body moved with the gardevoir’s hips, his rear joined to the pokémon’s crotch.

And those huge balls of his swung with every motion. They were white in colour, matching the gardevoir’s body, but Ardwin was the one who felt them just as if they were a part of his own. Ardwin’s own cock and balls jutted out from above them, untouched, still drooling a thick stream of precum.

For the time being, anyway. Even Ardwin’s lust-addled mind was able to realise that he was being changed somehow, into something else. Unclear, uncertainty—though from a glance, he had a decent idea of just what he was becoming. Transformed into an enormous pair of balls for the gardevoir, and presumably a cock to go with it shortly, as if the gardevoir’s weren’t big enough already.

Ardwin felt a lot of ways. Or maybe he didn’t; really, he only felt a handful of ways, to varying levels of strength. He felt confused that such a thing was even possible, and a bit scared that it was happening to him. Only the tiniest bit, though. Mostly, he felt that it was really, really hot.

An odd way to feel, but it wasn’t as if it was something that Ardwin consciously chose. He had no sway in the fact that he found something so ridiculous to be so arousing. Was that the gardevoir’s psychic power at work, or some preference of his own that he hadn’t known about, one so absurd he hadn’t even considered, until it finally had the chance to be realised? There was no way to say.

But whatever the case about his own tastes, Ardwin felt that the physical sensations were not psychically induced. They were real, and they were intense. At some point, the pleasure had stopped coming from the gardevoir fucking him and started coming from something else, stemming from a source that Ardwin couldn’t pin down for the life of him.

That didn’t make it feel any less good, though. If anything, it felt even more powerful than the sex had. Pleasure far better than anything he’d felt from having his prostate pounded now thrummed through his body, at that moment focused on his balls, but spreading out from where his body merged with the gardevoir’s and up towards his head.

“Did you figure it out, master?” the gardevoir said. “I really hope you don’t mind me doing this. You’re just so cute, and I wouldn’t want you to wander off after we finished here and not come back!”

Ardwin opened his mouth to give some sort of reply. Probably not words from any sort of language, but definitely some sort of noise. Instead, he found himself stopped short as a gush of thick, clear fluid forced its way past his lips. It wasn’t at all unpleasant coming up; in fact, it was so natural, so sudden, that Ardwin didn’t even realise what had happened until the stuff was dripping off the bottom of his chin.

Shortly after that, the taste hit him. Salty and distinctly familiar. No doubt about it: it was precum.

“Ha ha, wow,” the gardevoir said. “This is going quicker than I thought. We’ll be together in no time, master!”

As if they weren’t already together enough. But Ardwin could tell what the gardevoir meant; that pleasure was crawling its way still further up Ardwin’s body, and for every inch it passed over, Ardwin could feel himself change. His body was becoming less the assortment of muscles and bones that made up the typical person, and more something rounder, something that pulsed, [i]throbbed,[/i] with unrepentant, undeniable pleasure.

A feeling Ardwin was already intimately familiar with. It was exactly the same kind of feeling that he felt when he got hard. No, not just hard; it was like when he got so hard, so incredibly erect, that his dick felt like an iron bar in his pants. Like when he was so hard that it was impossible to ignore, and all he could focus on was himself throbbing and pulsing as his cock demanded satisfaction. That was what it was like.

Only now, that feeling wasn’t isolated to that small spot between his legs. Now, it had grown to encompass everything below his rib cage, and that area was only increasing in size. As it was, it was already overwhelming, and it was only going to get stronger.

In fact, the only place on his lower body where Ardwin couldn’t feel that sensation was the one spot between his legs where he’d expect to feel it most. It seemed that during his transformation, his own cock and balls had been done away with, absorbed. Ardwin didn’t feel an especially strong sense of loss. Now that his entire body was turning into one, having a dick of his own seemed somewhat unnecessary.

Though the primary reason Ardwin didn’t mind it was that his mind was somewhere else entirely. Even without any genitals of his own, those waves of sexual pleasure continued to wash over him. His entire body had become an erogenous zone, and he was lavishing the feeling. At some point, his arms had disappeared, merging in with the rest of his body as he continued his transformation into a penis.

It sounded a bit strange when stated so bluntly. Which was why it was a good thing that Ardwin wasn’t thinking about his situation in those words, or any words, really. He was entirely lost in the moment, the lust and physical sensations driving all language and reason from his mind.

“It’s almost done,” the gardevoir said. Telepathy made his voice sound even, but Ardwin could hear the sounds of him panting. “Do you feel it yet, master? Do you want it?”

Even in such a state as he was, Ardwin had to think that was a bit of an odd statement. Obviously he felt it. His entire body was turning into a cock and balls. The fact that the gardevoir was asking at all made it seem like, maybe, that wasn’t what he was referring to. Feel what, then? Want what?

Around the time he was thinking that, Ardwin felt the gardevoir’s hands—long since having lost any wrists to grab, meaning Ardwin’s body was being supported totally by psychic energy—wrap around his sides. His fingertips were just able to touch that way, if they squeezed down on Ardwin hard enough. That meant that Ardwin had shrunk down a bit. Not to say he wasn’t still ungodly huge in terms of cock size, but in comparison to his earlier human state, he was smaller.

His size wasn’t the thing at the forefront of Ardwin’s mind, though. Instead, he was focused on a new want—or rather, a familiar want in a different form. A want that answered his previous wonderings about what the gardevoir had meant. He wanted to cum.

Or at least, that was what Ardwin thought until the gardevoir’s hands squeeze down on him, moving up and down along his body in wringing, squeezing strokes. That was when Ardwin corrected himself: he didn’t want to cum, he [i]needed[/i] to cum. More precum burbled from Ardwin’s mouth as the gardevoir jerked him off, something which had taken on an entirely different meaning than what it would’ve had mere minutes before.

As the gardevoir did so, Ardwin felt foreskin bunching up over his face before pulling back, moving up and down along his head with the gardevoir’s strokes. It didn’t feel like it smothered him, though. At some point, whenever it was that the transformation had reached his head—it seemed to have done so without his noticing—Ardwin’s face had been done away with. There was no longer any mouth or nose to smother.

Or eyes, for that matter, though Ardwin seemed to have a sense of his surroundings regardless. Perhaps now that they shared the same body, Ardwin was tapped into some form of psychic sense from the gardevoir that made up for the loss.

Ardwin didn’t know for sure, and he didn’t care. Thinking deeply about that sort of thing wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He didn’t understand what had happened to him nearly well enough to grasp it. Besides, none of that had anything to do with getting him to cum.

What the gardevoir was doing, however, very much did. His stroking was speeding up; judging by the heaviness of his breathing, the gardevoir was already quite close to the edge, and was wasting no time in dragging things out. That made sense. If everything that had happened had felt even half as good for the gardevoir as it had for Ardwin, then it was no wonder he was about to bust.

Ardwin certainly was. It was something that he could feel in every part of his body, that building pleasure like a spring winding up with ever increasing tension. With the gardevoir now stroking his whole body at a frantic rate, hurtling towards orgasm, it wouldn’t be long before all that tension finally broke.

“Here it comes!” the gardevoir said, biting his lip. As if Ardwin needed any warning. He could feel his balls—[i]their[/i] balls—drawing up, preparing to churn up of their new partnership.

Ardwin could feel it coming, and his mind was full of nothing but abject excitement. Complex thought had gone out the window. For the most part, his mental state could be summed up with a single word: cum. He was about to cum! The gardevoir was stroking him, and he was going to cum, and it all felt delightful. Cum, cum, cum—

It was to the looping chorus of that single word that their long awaited orgasm finally hit. With an especially powerful throb accompanied by an even more powerful wave of pleasure, Ardwin felt something shooting up and through him, rolling through his body until emerging from his mouth as a rope of cum that fired out of him with enough force to arc four feet before touching the ground.

Was mouth still an accurate word? It had been changed into nothing more than a urethra, but Ardwin could still taste everything that passed through it. That meant as the gardevoir’s cum passed through it, the flavour immediately overpowered Ardwin’s senses, far stronger than all the pre that had come before it. The saltiness, the odd mix of sweetness and bitterness, Ardwin could taste it all.

But above all of those simple flavours was the unique taste of the gardevoir’s musk. That masculinity unmatched by anything he’d ever experienced in any other partner, now gushing past his mouth in what felt like pint sized bursts.

It dragged on and on. That was appropriate enough, considering it was, in a sense, Ardwin’s first orgasm. It was certainly their first ever joint orgasm, so it was appropriate that it would be a big, long one. Considering it was also Ardwin’s first time experiencing the mind-melting pleasure that was cumming with his [i]whole body,[/i] it figured his sense of time would dilate a bit on top of that, meaning it felt almost endless.

But it wasn’t. After a series of powerful spurts, enough to paint the grass in front of him white, things finally started to wind down. They came to a close with one last spurt, one that didn’t have the force to shoot out, but rather oozed out and along the underside of the gardevoir’s cock. Or, depending on perspective, Ardwin’s belly; they’d become one and the same.

The gardevoir walked back until he reached the trunk of the tree and allowed his psychic powers to carry him down to the ground, so that he was comfortably sat against it in the exact same spot that Ardwin had been in when the pokémon had first come across him. 

Though if Ardwin had expected the gardevoir cumming and then sitting down to mean that he was stopping, or even taking a break, he was dead wrong. As soon as he was planted on the ground, the gardevoir pushed himself up into a cross-legged position, hands never having left his cock. Once he was sat  just the way he wanted, he started stroking again, hands moving across his shaft and smearing the cum clinging to it all across its surface.

Ardwin would’ve moaned, had he the ability. Judging from the breathy chuckle that the gardevoir let out, Ardwin assumed that he was able to pick up on it regardless.

“Got so much more stamina like this,” the gardevoir murmured. Telepathically murmured, that was, which left Ardwin in a strange place of not being sure whether or not it was directed at him. It didn’t sound like it was, but if he’d heard it, it had to be, didn’t it? Or was he picking up on the gardevoir’s thoughts in general, now that they shared the same body? It would explain how he’d heard Ardwin’s moan earlier. Or rather, the thought of the moan.

Whatever the case, Ardwin didn’t receive any sort of explanation, and his thoughts were driven off of the subject entirely when the gardevoir suddenly leaned down and planted his mouth on the tip of his cock. His tongue swirled around its head, slipping into the space between glans and foreskin as it sought out all the cum and pre that was trapped within, gathering it up before bringing it back into his mouth to gulp down.

Ardwin would’ve shuddered if he was in his old body, but in his new form, that reaction translated into a throb. One that brought with it another spurt of pre that the gardevoir eagerly swallowed down. The gardevoir was right, the stamina that the transformation offered the two of them was insane. Ardwin had orgasmed barely a minute before, but he felt no hint of a refractory period. In fact, with the gardevoir licking him as he was, Ardwin was already feeling the desire to cum surging back just as strong as it’d been before.

The gardevoir was quick to indulge it, likely feeling the urge just as strong as Ardwin was. In a display of impressive jaw flexibility, the gardevoir started sinking lower, taking himself into his own mouth inch by inch. Which was the point where Ardwin realised he’d shrunk still further; while he was still enormous by cock standards, he was now small enough that the gardevoir could fit his mouth around him at all, which was a significant change.

One that, given it meant he got to experience being in a warm, wet mouth, Ardwin had to approve of. Though eventually, the gardevoir’s mouth did run out of room. At that point, he transitioned seamlessly into deepthroating, seemingly devoid of any gag reflex or need to breathe.

Ardwin was in paradise. He only had the experience of being jerked off to compare it to, but next to that, this was absolutely heavenly. Hands stroking him couldn’t hold a candle to the feeling of a wet tongue lapping at him, of warm walls wrapped around his shaft, squeezing down on him and milking him with the gardevoir’s every swallow. Not a trace of coherent thought remained in Ardwin’s mind; everything was once again lost to whole-body pleasure and the growing need to cum.

It took near to no time at all for the gardevoir to sink down low enough that his lips were kissing the base of his own cock. Evidently, his spine was just as flexible as his throat had proven to be. Once he got there, he spent only a second or two before pulling halfway off his shaft—then sinking back down once again. He’d wasted practically no time building up speed, already shifting into a rapid pace.

Ardwin must’ve still been sensitive from the transformation, because as it was, it took no time at all for him to reach a second climax. The gardevoir couldn’t have been sucking for a full minute before the feeling of that tight throat was too much for Ardwin to handle. He gave a violent throb, the gardevoir’s throat clenched down to check it, and that was all there was before the first spurt of cum was shooting up Ardwin’s shaft.

And straight into the gardevoir’s throat. He gulped it down greedily—as best he could, anyway, what with Ardwin being buried deep enough that he was practically cumming directly into his stomach. The gardevoir shook and moaned around a mouthful of cock, overwhelmed by a pleasure that was presumably a mirror of Ardwin’s own. If it was, then Ardwin understood the response perfectly, though he expressed it in the form of throbbing and cumming instead, being that he couldn’t do much else.

It was just as long and voluminous an orgasm as the first, the only difference being that now, instead of being sprayed out onto the ground, every drop of it was going straight into the gardevoir’s belly. After having seen what the gardevoir had done to the grass, Ardwin knew just how much that was, and the fact that the gardevoir was able to take all of it without a problem was impressive.

Though Ardwin wasn’t given to sitting around in awe of such a feat. His mind was too overcome by how good it felt to possibly consider such things. So he just sat there awash in the pleasure of throbbing and cumming. Judging by the lack of any commentary, the gardevoir was in a similar state, swallowing it all down until his belly sloshed with the stuff.

Until Ardwin had shot off the last spurt of cum, the gardevoir had gulped it down greedily, and it was all over. The gardevoir leaned back against the trunk of the tree, letting his cock slip free of his lips with a pop, his shaft shiny with saliva. He sat there for a moment, panting and catching his breath. Ardwin did the same, in spirit if not in body.

Though eventually the gardevoir did recover, and as shaky as his breathing might’ve been, his telepathic voice was just as even as it ever was. “Now we’re together forever, master,” the gardevoir said, reaching out and stroking Ardwin’s side as if he were some sort of treasured pet. “Isn’t it wonderful? Now just let me do all the working and thinking while you, well, do what you do best!”

Were he in his old body, Ardwin probably would’ve taken umbrage with that, even if he was tight in the grip of the gardevoir’s psychic powers and mind-warping kisses. All the kissing and fucking without a lick of concern for if Ardwin wanted it was one thing, the idea of his new state being [i]permanent[/i] was a step too far.

In his new form, however, Ardwin found himself more concerned with when he was next going to be able to cum. Given the way the gardevoir was touching him, it didn’t seem like it’d be too far off.