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There she was.
Griffin shook slightly, his heart pounding in his chest, his knuckles white as he gripped the old oak he hid behind.
I can’t believe it . . .
That really is her!
Leaves and branches and thorns blocked his sight somewhat, but there was no mistaking the creature he saw. The thick blue coat, the tan furred legs and snout, the long pink braids that stretched all the way to the tail. There could be no doubt; it was Zacian.
It took everything the man had to not cry out in joy. He had been dreaming of this day for his whole life. All the years as a child hearing about the tales of the legendary Pokémon, all the nights he dreamt of seeing the beautiful creature in the flesh, all came to this. He never thought he’d actually find the wolf, and, as he became an adult and learned more of life and acquired responsibilities, he thought of Zacian less and less, and began to accept that it was just a legend to tell a child. Where he once searched the Slumbering Weald whenever he could, braving the untraveled forest paths and the ever-present fog whenever he could, Griffin had found himself coming less and less, searching half-heartedly while he made a day of it and picked berries. Even then, he’d still look over his shoulder, hoping to catch a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye but knowing it wouldn’t be.
And yet, he now watched the Pokémon drinking from a river some fifty feet away from where he stood in hiding.
Griffin bit his lip, thinking.
Okay, okay.
I’ve found Zacian after all these years.
. . .
What now?
His mind was a blank for ideas as he stared unblinkingly at the wolf, afraid he might lose sight of it if he looked away for even a moment. He had no clue what his next move was.
I mean, I’ve seen it, so that’s, like, my whole childhood dream come true . . .
But that can’t be it! After all this time waiting and looking . . .
I’ve got to do something!
Many others would immediately attempt to battle and catch the legendary, but Griffin could never bring himself to try and catch such a wondrous creature of legend; besides, he wasn’t a trainer at all.
Hmm . . . wait a minute!
Moving as slowly as he could, Griffin reached his hand down and pulled his phone from his pocket, bringing it up to eye height. He opened the camera app and aimed it, pulling the Pokémon into perfect focus. The shot was perfect, its head dipped into the river as it drank deep, its whole body in all its majesty in view.
Here we go! Griffin thought with a grin as he pressed the app’s button.
Click!
Griffin’s heart fell into his stomach as the loud artificial shutter sound split the forest’s silence.
He glanced at the camera. The picture was saved, a perfect moment in time.
He flicked his eyes back to Zacian.
It was gone.
He stood there stunned.
How did it get away so fast!? I didn’t hear anything.
Griffin sighed, lowering his head as he put his phone back in his pocket.
Well, at least I got a good picture. That counts for someth—
“Hmph!”
Griffin nearly jumped out of his skin as a loud noise came from behind him. Placing his back to the old oak and a hand on his heaving chest, he came face to face with Zacian. The wolf stared at him, its golden eyes boring into his own. He opened his mouth, but only mumbled nothings slipped off his tongue as he gawked at the wolf, wide-eyed.
“What are you doing?”
Griffin continued to dumbly stare for some time before he realized he had just watched the Pokémon open and close its mouth and hear it speak. He blinked once, then swallowed.
“I—I—I was watching y—you,” he stuttered as he shook.
Zacian continued to stare at him, utterly silent. Even in the midst of heart-stopping fear, Griffin was still awed by the Pokémon’s beauty; its sapphire and tan fur were resplendent up close, its pink braids completely perfect in their weave, not a stray hair to be seen. Even with a docked ear and numerous scars across its body, it still held a undeniable regal elegance, a nobility that Griffin could swear he could almost feel palpably.
While its beauty struck him, so too did a sense of unease, not just from the searing gaze he was under, but also the realization that the Pokémon’s head was level with his—and that it was leaning its head down to meet him eye to eye. Unable to hold Zacian’s accusing gaze, his eyes wandered to its shoulder, his eyes widening more to see it above his own head. Griffin was tall, a little over six foot, but the Pokémon towered over him. He had not expected that; there was no mention of it in any of the stories he’d been told as far as he could recall, and it had looked average size from so far away. He swallowed, unsure what would happen next.
“Why?” Zacian finally asked. Through his fear and awe, he could still manage to notice the Pokémon’s voice was rather light. Still loud and intimidating, but also clear and elegant—even feminine perhaps.
“W—well, I, uh . . .”
Griffin looked at his feet, trying desperately to think of something, sensing the creature would not accept an answer of extreme infatuation and obsession. As he fought for some idea, his eyes fell upon his bag of gathered berries.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, reaching down to grab the bag, holding it aloft for Zacian. “I—I grabbed these for you! Please, accept my offering!”
The giant wolf stared at him hard for a few seconds, then looked at the bag. Griffin breathed a sigh of relief just to have its piercing golden gaze off of him. Zacian leaned forward, poking its snout into the bag, looking around and sniffing; Griffin stifled a chuckle to see such a legendary creature act just like a snooping Nickit searching through someone’s lunch for a snack. It pulled its snout free and looked at him again. It looked unimpressed.
“Berries? The like of which I can find in the weald at any time?”
“B—but these are different!” Griffin hurriedly replied, trying to think of anything as he spoke. “These . . . uh, well . . .”
He paused, smacking his dry mouth as he was drawing a blank. Zacian snorted.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, looking back at the wolf. He caught his breath and held a hand, palm open, towards the hefted bag. “These have all been picked by me for your benefit. Yes, you can just gather them yourself, but you don’t have to bother yourself with all the trouble!”
“It is absolutely trivial for me to find and eat these,” Zacian replied. “I know the forest like the back of my paw.”
“But you can’t grab them for later, hmm?” he asked, wriggling his fingers as he spoke. “I can with my hands, so you can have a bunch all at once and try different flavors!”
Zacian stared at him in silence. Griffin could feel the sweat on his brow. He’d never been so nervous in his life.
As he waited and waited, Zacian finally blinked once, nodding.
“Very well,” it said, its voice a little less stern. “Hold still.”
Griffin did as the legendary Pokémon told him, keeping his hand still as it returned its snout to the bag of berries and began eating. It ate slowly and neatly, more like a human would than any Pokémon would, though Griffin smiled to see it lick its chops now and again. As famous and renowned a creature it was, Griffin could see it was still a Pokémon like any other.
Without thinking, he reached his other hand up and pet the wolf’s head, feeling just how soft its sapphire fur was there.
Zacian shot its head up in an instant, glaring at him again.
“What was that?”
“I—I, uh, uh—“
“You pet me like some lowly cur,” the Pokémon growled, its golden eyes burning.
“S—sorry?”
“Hmph,” she snorted again. She stared at him a bit longer before motioning him to the side. “Drop the bag and step aside.”
Griffin did just that, placing the bag down and shuffling to the side. He watched as Zacian continued to eat, still marveling at what he saw.
His eyes soon drifted to the rest of the Pokémon. It really was magnificent. Griffin bit his lip and stood silently, the touch of its fur on his hand still fresh in his mind. He wished he could run a hand along its flank and dig his fingers in; he could just imagine how silky and cool it’d feel.
Once again, finding himself moving before he decided too, Griffin began walking alongside Zacian. The wolf flicked an eye to him, but quickly returned to its meal. He looked closely, but did not touch, looking over the amazing creature in awe.
He reached its end and turned to face it from behind, shaking his head in disbelief how amazing the Pokémon was. As he looked on, Zacian wagged its tail lightly. Griffin chuckled silently, still amused by its common habits.
Zacian suddenly stepped forward, digging its muzzle a bit further into the bag to get at some more berries. As it did so, it lifted its tail, wagging it a bit more excitedly as it kept if aloft. Griffin snorted softly.
Wow, it must really like whatever berry its eating now. I wonder which it wa—
Griffin’s train of thought was lost in an instant as his eyes absentmindedly fell to Zacian’s rear. His face turned bright red, and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat. His mind went blank for a long time, and all the world seemed to grow dim and quiet, the sounds of Zacian eating only barely able to reach him. It took some time for his mind to start back up.
I . . . I guess Zacian is a female . . .
Griffin stood a few feet away from the she-wolf as he stared at her bare pussy. With her tail raised, he could see everything: her surprisingly big rump as it shook slightly in the air, her little tail hole tucked away in her tan fur, and her slit that rested exactly at eye-height. His face burned, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from her womanhood. It was nestled within her thick fur, her lips plump and full. It felt weird to think so, but he couldn’t help but find it beautiful—and his body couldn’t help but find it unbelievably attractive.
He stepped towards her slowly, watching as he did so rather than telling his legs to move. He stopped only perhaps a foot away from her femininity. To his shock, he could feel the sheer heat coming from her, and the smell struck him as well, a musty scent that was somehow equally fresh. He began to tremble as his hand came up. It came closer and closer to her, the heat growing tremendously as he hovered his hand just a few inches from her slit.
This is bad, this is bad, this is bad! He screamed at himself internally. I can’t do this, she’ll bite my head off or something!
Zacian continued eating all the while Griffin fought with all his might to keep from taking advantage of her, none the wiser. Griffin closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he fought against everything his body told him to do. He breathed through his nose, struggling to temper his breathing and calm himself.
Alright, alright, it’s under control.
. . .
Whew, that was clo—
Griffin shot his eyes open as he watched his index and middle fingers reached forward, touch the very top of her lips, and drag down her long slit to the very bottom. His mouth agape, he could only scarcely register a slight twitch around his digits before the Warrior Pokémon turned around in a instant, her privates replaced with her face directly in his, her nose pressed into his own, her golden eyes wide with burning rage. Griffin let out a small whimper.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t tear your throat out right now!” she growled, her teeth bared, vicious dark energy swirling around her canines.
Griffin opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say. He had not thought about what he had done, he had no excuse, no reason, no apology. He shook, cold sweat pouring out of him as he realized his end was near.
This is it.
Well . . .
I guess I got my dream, after all.
Griffin sighed, meeting Zacian’s furious glare.
I guess there’s one last thing I can do.
Without a word, Griffin closed his eyes and kissed the wolf.
It was strange kissing a muzzle, but Griffin thought little of it as he expected a death blow any second. Instead, focused on pushing into the soft, furry lips before him, turning his head slightly. Realizing he hadn’t yet been killed, and, thinking he had certainly no time left, he rushed himself, grunting slightly as he pushed his tongue into her maw, pushing it against her own long, flat tongue, tasting the very same berries she just ate. As he realized she was yet unmoving, not even attempting to push her own tongue against his, he opened up his eyes, looking up at hers, confused. He saw his own feelings mirrored there, her golden eyes squinted, her brow furrowed, a look of bewilderment plain to see. Their eyes locked as he continued to kiss her, even bringing up his hands to pet her cheeks, scratch her chin, run his fingers again through her luxurious fur like he had wanted.
After a while, Griffin pulled away, breathing hard. He lowered his hands and watched her, wondering what her next move might by; judging from the stunned look on her face, he guessed she might have been doing the same.
“W—what was that?” she asked, her voice quiet, wavering. Griffin found it so strange to her her voice so weak when she was so close to effortlessly slaughtering him less than a minute before.
“A—a kiss,” he stuttered. His own voice was a mess; he swallowed dryly, hoping it would help.
“Why d—did you do that?”
“W—well . . .” he started, shifting his weight uneasily as he struggle for words. “I—I was about to die, and . . . and y—you’re so beautiful . . .”
A silence fell over them for a time. Griffin jumped a little as he heard Zacian finally speak up.
“. . . You think I’m beautiful?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
Griffin blinked.
“Of course,” he replied, any hesitation or nervousness in his voice forgotten. “You’re magnificent. You’re the most beautiful Pokémon I’ve ever seen.”
Zacian was silent again, but Griffin could hear a swishing noise from nearby. A glance over her shoulder revealed her tail wagging slowly behind her.
“Really?” she asked again, a gleam in her eyes. “No one . . . no one’s ever told me that before.”
“Of course!” he replied, his chest rising and falling as he grew excited, the threat of death long forgotten. “You fur is sleek and immaculate, you carry yourself so gracefully, your body’s so slender yet full . . .”
Griffin trailed off as his memory returned to her curvaceous behind and her womanhood. His face grew red again, and he diverted his gaze.
“U—um, oh!” he exclaimed as he looked back to see the wolf’s head dipped down as she stared at his crotch. He could see his pants tented, the denim poorly hiding the massive erection he had there. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Zacian leaned in close, very close, sniffing. Griffin gasped as he felt her press her nose against it, feeling the wet warmth through the fabric, his member throbbing and bucking into her. Zacian pulled away and looked up at him, her expression unreadable.
“I—I’m sorry, I d—didn’t mean t—“
A few seconds had passed before Griffin realized he was riding upon her back, his chest pressed flat into her, his arms holding her tight around her ribs. He narrowed his eyes as the weald blurred past, struggling to remember what happened. She had picked him up by the shirt like a scruffed puppy and hurled him onto her own back like he weighed nothing at all. Now he was riding her to somewhere he did not know at breakneck speeds. She hopped up over boulders and rivers, ran down hills and between valleys, up and over fallen trees and through brambles. It all made him very motion sick; he closed his eyes and hoped they would reach whatever their destination was before long.
Thankfully, he hadn’t wait very much longer. Zacian slowed, and Griffin lifted his head and opened his eyes. A large, earthy outcropping stuck out of the ground just ahead of him, like the worn remains of what was once a great hill. At the base near them was a hole; Zacian was leading him there. It had looked like a small opening from a distance, but Zacian and him were able to fit in without any trouble. They continued quite a distance into the cave, the light leaving them entirely for several seconds. Just as it started to make him feel uneasy, a beam of light began to reach them from up ahead. The wolf Pokémon soon stepped into a round opening, a large bed of moss upon the floor and a small spring bubbling nearby. A small hole at the top of the high-roofed cave let in all the light they needed. Zacian padded a few steps forward onto the mossy bed then crouched down to let him off. Griffin stood on shaky feet, blowing a sigh of relief as he stood on solid ground.
“Man, that was fast,” he said aloud, shaking away the jitters that remained. He took in the rest of the cave for a minute then turned to Zacian where she still remained crouched on the floor, her head turned to him as she panted lightly. “Where are we?”
“This is my home,” she explained, still panting. “My refuge. No one but you and I has ever been here before.”
“Wow,” he replied simply, looking around again before returning to her once more. “Are you tired from the run?”
“No,” Zacian said, swallowing as she continued to pant. “I can run day and night without tiring. It is . . . something else that afflicts me.”
Zacian stood and turned to him, getting close as she had before. Griffin tensed up only to find her warm, wet tongue on his cheek. She lapped at him slowly a few times, making his face burn even hotter than before.
Backing off, she looked at him, her eyes narrowed, her tongue sticking out slightly.
“I . . . misjudged you,” she spoke, her voice low and hushed. “I thought you were some trainer trying to catch me or some common degenerate, but . . . you love me, don’t you?”
Griffin breath hitched in his chest to hear her say that. Swallowing hard, he caught his breath.
“I—I do. I’ve loved you since my parents and grandparents told me all the stories about you. I wanted to find you so bad, to know the Pokémon I dreamt about for so many years was real, and there you were.”
Zacian looked down. Griffin followed her gaze and saw his erection had returned. Growling, he put his hand over it, trying in vain to cover his ample shame.
“I’m s—sorry,” he tried to explain, unable to meet her gaze. “That’s—that’s new. I never felt like that to you before, but you’re s—so pretty in real life . . .”
Zacian said nothing as Griffin kept his eyes averted, annoyed and ashamed with himself. He opened his mouth to continue apologizing but was interrupted.
“Look at me.”
Warily, Griffin raised his head, gasping as he saw her crouched, facing away from him, her tail lifted and to the side; her thick ass and pussy were in full view once more. His heart felt as if it was jumping out of his throat as he saw it twitch and glisten, his subconscious realizing what it meant before his mind did. The tent in his jeans grew painful as his member bucked into the strained denim.
“What is your name?”
“G—Griffin.”
Zacian nodded.
“Alright, Griffin,” Zacian said as she looked back at him, panting still. “Show me how much you love me.”
Zacian arched her back slightly, raising her rear some though her belly remained on the mossy floor, letting him get a good look at her shapely behind. Griffin, his mouth agape, once more watched as from a distance as he disrobed, tossing his shirt to the side and letting his pants and boxer shorts fall to his ankles before stepping out of them, his erect cock springing into the cool cave air.
He shook as he approached the legendary Pokémon, scarcely able to believe what was happening. Even though she sat down with her rear raised only slightly, large as she was, it was at the perfect height for him. His hands shaking, he took a grip of her behind, squeezing his fingers in deep testily. Her fur was soft, but her surprisingly plump flesh beneath was even softer. From her strength and speed, he would’ve figured she was all muscle and bone, but she was too beautiful, too legendary to be left inadequate where it mattered. He dug his fingers in, feeling her ass pool around his digits.
“Hnng,” he grunted, glancing down as his cock throbbed and stiffened in response. He was particularly well-endowed, but he still wondered if he would be able to please such a large creature as herself.
His wondering was cut short as Zacian, growling softly, pushed back towards him, backing her ass into him and making her pussy meet the very tip of his cock. They both gasped at each other’s touch, Griffin’s cock throbbing excitedly as it felt just the barest presence of her lips as they twitched around his leaking head. Griffin shuddered hard as arousal surged through his body, making him grip her ass tight; he could feel her move in much the same way underneath his grasp.
“Ohhh,” the wolf moaned, craning her head to look at him. Her voice grew stronger, commanding as she continued, her need dripping from every word. “I—I can’t wait any longer. Make love to me, now!”
In the countless stories and myths Griffin had heard in his life, many had remarked on the compelling leadership and utter authority some legendary Pokémon possessed over other Pokémon and even humans; Griffin found such claims to be very true as he, after a moment of shock, realized his hips were already moving on their own, smashing into Zacian’s rear as he shoved his cock inside of her repeatedly. The moment he realized what his body was doing, he took control and proceeded to do the very same, moaning contentedly as he did so.
Zacian was unbelievably warm and snug inside, far tighter than he would’ve imagined at her size. Her pussy hugged his cock perfectly, squeezing lightly as he slid within her already wet passage. The warmth was spectacular, as soothing as it was arousing. Long as his manhood was, she was deep enough for him to push in without any fear of meeting her end, allowing him to go at with gusto, his hips meeting her fat ass with a smack every time he thrust, each impact making her butt jiggle; just that sight was enough to make him throb harder.
“Mmm, ohhh,” Zacian moaned wordlessly, her head swaying from side to side as he mated her. She gazed back at him, her golden eyes barely open, her tongue dangling from her mouth as she panted. He could feel her shiver with each thrust, each squeeze of his hands on her thick rump. The legendary Pokémon swallowed dryly, trying to catch her breath as she started to speak.
“H—harder, Griffin!” she asked, her voice wavering somewhat though her obvious need drove her on.
Griffin nodded, then began to do as she told him, throwing his hips into her with greater force. A lesser Pokémon might’ve struggled under his blows, but Zacian was no lesser Pokémon; her large frame and boundless strength weathered his thrusts with ease even as he pushed hard and deep. His crotch smashed into her ass repeatedly, the cave filling with the meaty plaps of flesh on flesh. Her rear absorbed his impacts with no trouble whatsoever, the rest of her frame barely moving though Griffin sweat and panted as he pushed into her. Though the rest of her felt little from his body meeting hers, she shuddered nonetheless as her womanhood couldn’t resist his invading member. Her exterior was as tough as it was elegant, but her pussy was amazingly sensitive and vulnerable, twitching more energetically with each of his thrusts. He could feel her grow wetter and wetter as he went, everywhere his dick reached within her growing more slippery as it shivered from his touch.
“Uhh, ahhh!” Zacian suddenly growled, a powerful shiver rippling through her body, her ass jiggling slightly even. She gazed back at Griffin, her eyes open wide. “Harder, please! I—I need more!”
“Y—yes, Zacian!” Griffin replied hurriedly,
Looking back down at his cock as he shoved it inside of her, he grit his teeth and gripped her ass hard as he started thrusting faster and harder than before. He breathed hard through his nose as he pushed into her with effort, his chest rising and falling. Sweat poured from his brow, his shirt growing damp. His cock felt like it was on fire as he shot in and out of her pussy, her tunnel squeezing him with greater pressure than before. She felt so tight around him even as he pushed her walls away and spread her, earning only more squeezing as a reward, one his cock readily welcomed as it swelled and throbbed, bulging veins etched across his hung shaft. His hips met her ass with a satisfying clap again and again, each meeting followed very shortly by a quieter slap as his balls met her rear. Griffin could feel them grow heavy and clench weakly as his end was nearing; he had to ensure that Zacian would be there as well when his time came.
For her part, Zacian helped some. As she began to whine weakly, she pushed back into his thrusts, shivering lightly as he met her just a little harder as she did so. Griffin could hear her whine and whimper and pant, feel her squeeze his cock lovingly, but he could tell it wasn’t enough for her.
Of course it wasn’t!
Zacian was a Pokémon of legend, a hero of countless ages past, a gorgeous creature with a heavenly figure and a soft side deep within! Griffin knew he offered little, almost nothing to something truly wondrous like her. He closed his eyes, growling angrily to himself, thrusting vigorously all the while.
I . . . I can’t do her like this!
After all these years wondering if she were real, just to witness a creature like her is a gift. To be with her like this . . . it’s a blessing!
I can’t let her down, can’t let her not know the pleasure and love she’s owed.
Griffin opened his eyes and set his jaw.
I won’t!
He said nothing as he removed a hand from her, raised it high, and brought it down, slapping her fat ass forcefully, making it jiggle wildly. Zacian looked at him, her eyes shot open, a mixture of anger, confusion, and arousal spread across her face.
“Wha—Ohh!”
Zacian’s questioning was brought to a swift end as Griffin reaffirmed his grip on her ass and spread her cheeks before he thrust into her with everything he had.
The Warrior Pokémon whimpered in ecstasy as he threw himself into her madly, her spread ass and his mighty thrusts pushing his cock deeper than ever before. Griffin could feel his cock stiffen and swell as he neared release, could feel she was likewise close as well as he delved deeper than he had thought possible. His engorged tip reached a narrower, hotter, wetter portion of her insides than before, every touch making her pussy spasm all along his cock. She shivered nonstop as his hips were a blur, rapid loud plaps echoing off the cave walls and into the air above them. His chest heaving as he gasped for air, he continued to thrust with all his might, crashing into her again and again, bouncing off her thick ass with a loud smack.
Her pussy squeezed him harder and harder, grasping every inch of his member even as it flew in and out of her, grateful for his enticing presence. Her fluids seeped from her slit as she bathed his cock in her hot excitement, damping her fur and wetting his crotch, letting him slide inside her increasingly tight pussy with no issue. Zacian continued to push her ass back into his thrusts, though she hardly needed to now. She struggled to keep her head lifted as she looked over her shoulder at him, whining as she panted, her eyes fogged over with bliss.
“That’s it, Griffin, th—that’s it!” she cried out, breathing hard, shivering every other word. “Give it to me! G—give me all you got!”
Griffin tried to answer her affirmatively, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a growling yell as he felt the end near. He pinched his eyes shut as he thrust madly, no longer trying to maintain control. Leaning close to her, he held onto her ass for dear life, digging his hands into her supple ass almost painfully, flinging his cock up inside her as deep as could be. His manhood filled with blood, hard as diamonds as it split her quaking pussy in two. She shuddered and twitched around his cock just as feverishly as his cock throbbed, both pulsing with a life of their own as their hips met with titanic smacks. He could feel her collapse around her, her liquids spilling around his cock as she too neared the end. She squeezed him heavenly tight, gripping every inch of his veiny shaft, teasing him to release inside of her, fill her with his hot love. His balls clenched hard, slapping her bouncy ass as his seed filled his member and seeped from his tip, raring to blow his load. The last few heavy blows came, each stronger than the one before, almost painful for both of them as they gave the last of their energy for one final, incredible release.
“Z—Zacian!” Griffin screamed into the cave, his primal yell drowned out by the wolf’s howl as she shuddered and came just as he did.
Zacian’s howl and his own yell rang in his ears, but Griffin scarcely noticed it as he thrust hard and slow now, his body shuddering as if in seizure as he released. His balls clenched powerfully as his cock spewed his liquid love deep, deep into her trembling pussy. His veiny, swollen shaft pulsed with life as he fired rope after rope into her, her pussy clamping down and rhythmically squeezing his manhood, forcing more and more of his cum into her wanting folds. Griffin’s eyes fluttered as he danced on the edge of consciousness, the exertion, the sheer ecstasy of his erupting cock nearly too much for him. He glanced down, watching mesmerized as he still thrust, his cock jerking insanely hard as it disappeared into her twitching, dripping slit, barely holding it together as she squeezed him like a vice grip. He looked up at her face; Zacian’s eyes opened and closed slowly, her howl having grown soft and weak before dying on her lips though they both continued to cum. Her glazed eyes met his, and she smiled, pushing back into him weakly as she did so.
“Mmm . . . f—fill me up,” she pleaded, her voice a whisper.
Griffin smiled back and bit his lip, forcing himself to keep it together for her. He continued to thrust evenly, pumping his cock inside of her as he continued to shoot thick ropes into her deepest reaches, cumming far more than he ever thought he could, but it was what he need to please his legend.
He thrust and thrust and thrust, his cock throbbing as he shoved it inside her without end, making her quake around his cock in orgasm for a long time. By the time he was empty, he was completely and utterly spent. With a shaky gasp, still inside of her, Griffin slumped onto the larger creature, doubled over upon her ass. Zacian murmured, satisfied, for a long while before she noticed him nearly passed out on top of her.
“G—Griffin, wake up,” she said with a weak voice.
Griffin blinked, and pulled himself up. He looked down at her ass and his cock still embedded in her warm pussy. Grunting, he stepped back, watching and shivering as he left her warm confines, his now soft cock slumping down from her slit. A little trace of his seed could be seen on her folds, but that was all; the rest of his huge load was nestled safely within her depths. Griffin glanced up to see Zacian smiling weakly at him, her tail wagging lazily.
“You—you released so much of your love within me . . . s—so deep,” she said with a shiver, blinking slowly. “Thank you . . .”
Proud but far too tired to reply, Griffin simply nodded, swaying on his feet.
Zacian flopped onto her side heavily. She stared up at him, her front legs folded close to her chest. She motioned with her front paws.
“Come, lay with me.”
He need not be told twice. Shedding his shirt, Griffin snuggled close to the wolf, wrapping his arms as far around her much larger body as he could manage. Zacian leaned down and licked his cheek.
“What . . . what happens now?” Griffin asked sleepily, his eyes only half-open. Their lovemaking had left him drained in many ways.
Zacian quit her licking, instead nuzzling his cheek with her big snout as she spoke.
“You have seen me, know where I reside. I can’t let you leave to tell the world of me and ruin my secrecy.”
“I won’t tell,” Griffin assured her, pushing his cheek into her as she nuzzled into him. “I wouldn’t tell a soul what we shared.”
“I know,” she replied, her once threatening voice a forgotten memory compared to the soft, warm tone in his ear. “But I must do what I must.”
Griffin just sighed.
“I understand. I had just wanted a kiss before—I can’t ask for a better sendoff than this.”
Zacian chuckled quietly, the reverberation through her large body vibrating pleasantly against Griffin’s smaller frame.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” she began to explain. “I realize now I have need of an attendant. Someone that can properly grasp and move what I want . . . someone that can attend to my needs. All of them.”
Zacian growled softly at that last part, moving her face closer to kiss him. It was awkward for the larger creature, and she was unused to the action in general, but Griffin didn’t care, kissing her back without a thought.
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” he replied, smiling.
The couple hugged each other close as Zacian tucked her tail around him and, with a comfort and sense of fulfillment neither of the two very different creatures had never known before, they fell quickly into a blissful sleep.