Defender
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Graying Blood
Chapter 7: Defender
***
The Lady was in deliberations with other heads of the family through the day, leaving Alexei and his cohorts to roam the mansion. Slate and the Absol found the recreation room in the basement. Settling on a pool table in a corner, the two began a game.
Alexei opened. Posturing carefully, the absol scattered the triage in all directions with a flick of his wrist and a cue.
"So what were you dreaming about last night," the sandslash asked, breaking the silence that hung over the two since the meeting with Lady Maria. "Looked to be a pretty wild one." He took his turn, sinking several of the billiard balls with a well aimed flick.
With a shrug, Alexei positioned himself in response. "It was weird." That's all he could really gather. Every detail of last night was fragmented. A gold-plated nidoking. Unown. Datan and someone else. Or something. It seemed so familiar, but he had never seen anything as unearthly as that in his life.
"Careful there!" Slate warned, reflexively stopping the absol's arm before he could scratch the green felt. "Don't think House Grayquill would be too happy with us damaging their property."
"Oh..." the disaster pokemon blinked a few times as he set the cue to his side. "Thanks...can't focus today."
"Might sound like an ass for saying this, but we're being hunted by the Team. It's not an ideal time to start losing it."
The absol sunk several more of the billiards, before giving the sandslash a little smirk. "I'm not falling to pieces, Slate. I'm more together than I've ever been since the whole Alph mess."
"You don't look the part, what with trying to tear my throat out a little bit ago and all..."
"Now, now. You said we all fall victim to that madness from time to time." Alexei watched the sandslash take position. "If you're looking for another apology on that, I could give one. But that wouldn't take it back."
"I know. Is it wrong for me to worry about a friend sometime, hm?" With that, Slate struck the cue ball, sending it into another, which deflected from a wall into another and then a pair close together, splitting them to sink either in adjacent holes. "Hunted by our own again. The stakes are certainly higher this time."
"You got off easy."
Those deep, dark eyes met the absol's red with that comment. "Now what the hell do you mean by that? Are you really saying trying to get back into our boss' good graces was easy? I'd reconsider that statement, friend. You know how she can be when angered with us."
"Please. You are her fucktoy; you have been since the Academy. I'd take that over Facility Five and the late Agent Datan anytime, friend."
Slate thumped the butt of his pool cue on the floor hard. "Excuse me? I would have never made it out there alive, Alex. I'm not Executive's family like you are. I was outright *lucky* that Thaddeus cut me a break like that."
"It is not really a luxury if Theo and I are evidence."
"I never said it was." With that, he found his move merely served to scatter the orbs further. "Damn."
The absol saw the pattern come together in his eyes at this moment. "Luck does have a lot to do with it." With that, the supernatural luck of his species shined through. With a shove of his cue, he struck the ball, hitting another in sequence which deflected at an impossible to strike another and deflect into the final one. Sinking the remaining pieces in this game. He handed his cue to the sandslash. "Good game."
***
Faustus sat in meditation in his apartment, all the shades down and closed. He was seated calmly in the center of his empty living room, spare several scrolls of his unowian calligraphy hung upon the walls. Lying before him were seven plump, dark berries. Atropa Belladonna. Deadly nightshade.
The ancient absol broke his trance and tentatively took them into paw. Only this would allow his mind to spread enough to commune at any real length with what lived just behind the curtain of reality. He needed to step behind it.
He took the first berry between two claw tips, popping it open before rubbing it into his right eye. Another being smeared into his left with the dark type taking the remaining five berries into his muzzle and swallowing them. With the deed done and rubbing his eyes clear again, Faust fell back into his meditation.
"If Arceus is talking with his defender, I must be more in tune with my own master," he justified to himself in a mutter.
In silence he sat until he hit the threshold. The room's temperature seemed to soar, his heart drumming in his chest with its own chaotic rhythm. Slowly opening his now fully-opened eyes, he saw the white textured walls of his apartment shift around and warp. Geometric patterns raised and sunk into the background, a million transparent ants crawling over his ceiling, circling in figure eights.
What struck him most was the dry mouth. His tongue scraped the roof of his now sandpaper-dry mouth as he stood, his body feeling a hundredfold heavier. Staggering over to the sink, he spotted a large black carp flailing in the stainless steel basin. The absol looked at it for a few moments, accepting the illusion as much as a part of his reality as the wind or sky. He poured himself a glass of water and swallowed it with several hard gulps. It seemed to just roll over his tongue; reliving the thirst, but doing nothing to combat the complete parched feeling in his muzzle.
He then blinked as the fish swam into the wall of the sink, the metal rippling as it vanished out of sight into the the pipes behind the wall. Taking this as a simple fact of life, he sets the glass down and heavily plods back to the living room. Time melts here and the next thing Faust can remember is a booming knock at his door, each blow followed by a distorted chittering noise.
With heavy plods to his apartment's door, he opened it to see Terra standing outside. The sunlight behind her was blindingly white, Faust looking away from her.
"Good afternoon, Faustus. Are you okay?" she asked with a bit of concern.
His voice was a hoarse, forced whisper. "I'll live."
The alakazam could see the absol's blown pupils as he looked to her again. "Should I leave you be?"
"It would be best." No matter how hard he tried to speak, his voice was still a whisper. A tingling shot through his body, and he threw a glance over his shoulder to start seeing the unown on the scrolls begin to peel themselves off.
"Not yet!" he said waving both paws at the flying glyphs.
"Who are you talking to?"
He turned back to Terra just as quick, shaking his head a little. "Uhm...no one. Sorry about that."
"Maybe we should get you to the hospital..."
He only shook his head at the suggestion. "No. Nobody can so much as glimpse Heavens without a painful journey or a fight."
Her voice suddenly turned sharp and pointed. "We know what are you are doing, Faustus."
"Pardon?"
"Don't feign ignorance; The Creator sees all. Your revolution in the Heavens will not come to pass."
He looked over his shoulder again to see the unown swarm had vanished, replaced with crawling, semi-transparent spiders. When he went to address Terra again, the Alakazam was gone. The sun now assaulted his eyes too much and he closed the door again, the bugs parting before his steps.
He scraped his tongue over the roof of his entirely parched mouth again, going for another glass of water. Before he reached the sink, he saw the wall just fly at him, slamming into him without any pain and sending him flying through the air into the opposite wall, which opens into an inky void and swallows the ancient absol, sealing behind him.
He tumbled through aether, going in no direction in particular. The laws of physics happily suspended themselves here; images of what happened, what was always happening and what will never happened flashed through his eyes and mind. He was spontaneous alight with nuclear flames and temperatures below the point of absolute zero. But all he felt was a mild warmth as his tumble was arrested in the middle of a cloud of infinite unown.
He stood before the throne of the Unown. Their most private of courts; a place where only Arceus himself was invited once.
They took shape, changing colors and taking their spots like pixels to form an opulent throne room a hundred miles high, an endless hallway before it. The king and his court formed next. The king was a thinnish nidoking clad in gold armor sat on the right throne and a zangoose woman wearing an elegant gown of woven silver and obsidian was seated upon the left throne. There was an ampharos chancellor at the nidoking's side with the zangoose's side empty.
"Take your spot, Minister," the nidoking ordered. "We have important matters of court to discuss."
***
By evening, Rhombus and her subordinates were waiting outside of the meeting hall of the Grayquill Estate. A pair of large oak double doors opened and Maria, along with several other nidoian stepped out, making their way out to leave her to address the three.
"Ahem..." she cleared her throat. "We have come to the decision that House Grayquill will provide what shelter and resources we can to allies against the Patriarch of House Bloodquill. You are welcome to stay here as long as you are aiding our goals."
Rhombus offered the nidoqueen her paw. "We agree."
She took the paw and they shook on it. "We will be contacting surviving Executive's we are certain we can trust next."
"Don't approach Executive Yeva," Alexei inserted with a bit of anger. "She's a traitor."
Maria's tail swished behind her as she eyed the absol and broke her grip with Rhombus, folding her arms behind her back in a dignified manner. "We didn't intend to; we're well aware of Lilith burning bridges with her."
"A bit more waiting, I'm assuming?" Rhombus asked her.
"Yes. By tomorrow we should know who's on our side. One step at a time."
***
Faustus gladly accepted his position in the Unown King's court.
"Our brethren in the Creator's realm are starting to wake up more and more by the moment," the king boomed proudly. "However, the Creator itself is starting to stir. As you saw, Minister. As a servant of one of our representatives there, we ask what you intend to do."
The old absol smirked at the question, turning to face the monarch. "The Creator and his servants will meet their ends this time. I once loved them and their realm so much, until I was abandoned by the trickery of other mortals."
The zangoose queen spoke up. "We feel you are a worthy servant of our cause. Rejection often breeds contempt and the strongest of hatreds, after all."
"I will strike the blow with my patron which will fell the lout Arceus personally," Faust proudly boasted.
"And we expect nothing less from its spurned servant," the ampahros Chancellor piped up. "But you need to be of a closer relation with your new master, Faustus."
"I see."
"You don't quite. Not yet," the ampharos chirped back before the humanoid pink ditto emerged from the seams in marble tiles on the floor.
"Kneel," it ordered in it's semi-electronic drone.
The old absol obeyed, sinking down on a knee before the pink blob. It began to twist and bubble, evaporating into its component Unown who flew toward the disaster pokemon, sinking into his eyes and body with a mild tingling sensation. His ancient frame seemed to gain new energy as the symbol pokemon flowed into him to bind more thoroughly with his soul.
"When you first rescued our brother from the ruins of his Solaceon temple, you bonded with him through your love of calligraphy as your dark element prevented fusion in your world. But he must be within your essence for you to truly serve and your laws of nature don't apply here," the zangoose explained as the absol and unown began to merge together.
Time began to melt for Faust again and the next thing he knew he was waking up in the middle of his empty living room, panting heavily with a horribly sore, but no longer dry throat. Standing sorely, he found his vision was still vaguely shimmering, entirely blurred from the trip.
The scrolls hung upon the wall were blank.
***
Alexei had decided to call the rest of the night early. Returning the the groups room, he opened the door and stepped into the darkness. Flicking the light switch, he quickly found out he wasn't alone. Rhombus was waiting for him on the bed, dressed down into her underwear.
"I told you I was going to make you regret telling off your superior," she said with a fanged grin. "Think Slate's just my fucktoy, huh? No. That's you, pet." She watched the absol tense up a little bit, a paw going to his crotch in instinctive pain from his last session with her, a shot of nausea shooting through his stomach. Rhombus just chuckled inwardly at this. She always loved to put her males in their place.
He knew he could actually get away with saying no to her, but it was difficult when seeing the large, mature firedog woman waiting for him like this. He was going to regret this, but he gave her a submissive nod and closed the door behind him.
As she flicked her tail a bit, the absol found the room filled with a sweet scent of pheromones. Her attract attack hit him full force, any reservations he may have had melting away as he began to feel his sheath thicken in his trousers.
"Strip," she ordered, watching the dark type obey her without the slightest hesitance now, leaving him only in his heavy white fur coat with a growing arousal as she teasingly rubbed over the crotch of her green panties a bit. "Good boy," she beckoned for him to approached with a claw tip.
He obeyed her, quickly scrambling up and over the sheets only for the large arcanine fem to pin him down under her heavy frame. Her hot breath rolled over his face and he shuddered as he felt a strong paw grope down his chest, through his thick ruff and down all the way to his throbbing cock. Rhombus gives his length a couple of firm squeezes, kneading at it as he melts under her.
"You like that, don't you, pet?" she churred low, lapping over his muzzle with eyes narrowed with a fanged grin on her muzzle. Alexei was too lost in the feeling to pick up on the dangerous cues she was giving him, only replying with a low moan as that paw continued to gently massage his malehood. She frowned as his lack of response and that hand that gave pleasure just as quickly provides its opposite. Sinking lower, it clamped down upon his jewels.
Alexei's eyes bulge in shock and a scream that almost makes the window panes rattle as she clamps down on his jewels, a nauseating shock shooting through his guts. His eyes squeezed shut in the pain, watering a little as she continued to clamp down, grinding the pair together watch her plaything's cry shrink to a soft whimper as she squirmed underneath her.
"Feel that?," she asked cruelly, giving his sac a hard yank and earning another whine and a few tears from her pet. "I could pop those with a twitch of my paw, Alex." She twisted his package hard, making the absol urf in nausea as his whole being feels deathly ill from the firedog's treatment. He was still powerless against it, the scent of her attraction still hanging in the air as he only began to drip pre from the ordeal.
A deep growl came from the back of Rhombus' throat as her feral instincts began to take root. She gave another squeeze on those orbs, feeling them start to deform under the pressure as her other paw slipped down between her own legs, stroking at the damp crotch of her undies.
Alexei gasped for any breath he could, his guts felt as if they were about to burst from the strain in the center of his maleness.
She eases up off him just as quickly, moving into a squat over the smaller male. One of her footpaws drops softly on to his abused package, cock between her furry toes. The absol pants in a mixture of relief and exertion, his pair still radiating dull pain through him while the foot massages him. Her paw begins to push the cloth aside now, rubbing the outside of her moist and hot sex as she reveled in the male's pain.
Pleasure begins to get the better of him, the abol sweating as his pained sac begins to draw up tight, tapered tip of his cock twitching and spurting pre onto the firedog's foot. She stamped down on his sac here, wiggling her toes and squishing his berries between them with a twisted grin of glee, eyes positively lit up as Alexei gave a hoarse cry, tears rolling down his face and soaking into his fur.
He came nonetheless, testes painfully pinned to his pelvis as they pumped out thick ropes of glistening white cum. She lifted her paw and let them paint it in his seed. "Better not be all you have tonight," she muttered before standing up on the mattress and pushing the spooge-soaked paw to his muzzle. "Clean up your mess, first."
He was still in a daze as that gooey footpaw was shoved into his face, blinking in confusion as waves of pain still flow through his entire being. He noses at the pads of her foot, giving a long lick at it from the back to the claw tips, tasting his salty, musky seed all the while.
She wiggled her toes against his face, pumping a pair of fingers into her snatch with a content chirr as her foot was worshiped, the absol taking each of her toes into his muzzle to suckle on them, giving the individual attention she expected of her pet.
Seeing the final few laps of his tongue finish the job, she ruffled his head fur a little with it before slipping down to give his orbs a final squeeze with the foot, making him whine as another spurt of milked out to splash over his chest fur.
Rhombus took his softening malehood between her toes, squeezing the semi-stiff flesh. "That's all? Don't give up yet, pet..." she gave a couple of animalistic growls as she pulled the cloth of her undies aside and spread her sex-lips with a pair of fingers, more potent pheromones flowing out to fill the air in another Attraction attack.
Alexei felt his tired mind fill with lust for the big arcanine woman again, his sore and worked member hardening in an instant as his balls gave a sharp pang of protest.
"Arcani--" she murmured in feral pokespeak, blinking as she realized her error. "I mean, good boy." She rubbed her paw up his stiffening prick a few more times before planting it back at her side and scooting up and over the dark type's hips. Pulling her underwear down to just below her knees, she squatted lower, a paw pushing the absol's sore cock up so it's head rubbed outside of her hot entrance. "Gonna ride you raw," she growled, before slamming herself down upon him with a loud moan, biting her lip as her firm ass pounded Alex's jewels to earn another whine.
Growling ferally, she bucks upon the male with her full force, the solid frame of the bed they were on creaking in stress, almost as if it was ready to also buckle underneath her assault on Alex. He could only take it from the large fem, pinned under her lustful form as she wrested every last bit from him, sac aching sharply as it bounces on every upstroke of her slick lower lips upon his malehood.
He feels those massive paws clamp down on his shoulders next, the firedog lowering herself muzzle to muzzle with him, eye to eye as her sharp little claws begin to dig under his fur. As they sharply began to pierce his skin, he felt her large hips pound down upon him, a shock from his balls mixing with the feeling of her throbbing, milking pussy clamping down, rippling as it tries to wring every last drop from his spent member.
And he surrenders it. With a shudder and a whimper, she feels his cock give a few weaker twitches inside, her walls kneading it to drain those abused orbs between his legs.
She gave a small lick against the flat side of his shattered horn. "If you think I was rough on your balls, imagine what I'd do to Gideon if I ever got him alone," she said with a wry chuckle, despite being dead serious.
Graying Blood
Chapter 7: Defender
***
The Lady was in deliberations with other heads of the family through the day, leaving Alexei and his cohorts to roam the mansion. Slate and the Absol found the recreation room in the basement. Settling on a pool table in a corner, the two began a game.
Alexei opened. Posturing carefully, the absol scattered the triage in all directions with a flick of his wrist and a cue.
"So what were you dreaming about last night," the sandslash asked, breaking the silence that hung over the two since the meeting with Lady Maria. "Looked to be a pretty wild one." He took his turn, sinking several of the billiard balls with a well aimed flick.
With a shrug, Alexei positioned himself in response. "It was weird." That's all he could really gather. Every detail of last night was fragmented. A gold-plated nidoking. Unown. Datan and someone else. Or something. It seemed so familiar, but he had never seen anything as unearthly as that in his life.
"Careful there!" Slate warned, reflexively stopping the absol's arm before he could scratch the green felt. "Don't think House Grayquill would be too happy with us damaging their property."
"Oh..." the disaster pokemon blinked a few times as he set the cue to his side. "Thanks...can't focus today."
"Might sound like an ass for saying this, but we're being hunted by the Team. It's not an ideal time to start losing it."
The absol sunk several more of the billiards, before giving the sandslash a little smirk. "I'm not falling to pieces, Slate. I'm more together than I've ever been since the whole Alph mess."
"You don't look the part, what with trying to tear my throat out a little bit ago and all..."
"Now, now. You said we all fall victim to that madness from time to time." Alexei watched the sandslash take position. "If you're looking for another apology on that, I could give one. But that wouldn't take it back."
"I know. Is it wrong for me to worry about a friend sometime, hm?" With that, Slate struck the cue ball, sending it into another, which deflected from a wall into another and then a pair close together, splitting them to sink either in adjacent holes. "Hunted by our own again. The stakes are certainly higher this time."
"You got off easy."
Those deep, dark eyes met the absol's red with that comment. "Now what the hell do you mean by that? Are you really saying trying to get back into our boss' good graces was easy? I'd reconsider that statement, friend. You know how she can be when angered with us."
"Please. You are her fucktoy; you have been since the Academy. I'd take that over Facility Five and the late Agent Datan anytime, friend."
Slate thumped the butt of his pool cue on the floor hard. "Excuse me? I would have never made it out there alive, Alex. I'm not Executive's family like you are. I was outright *lucky* that Thaddeus cut me a break like that."
"It is not really a luxury if Theo and I are evidence."
"I never said it was." With that, he found his move merely served to scatter the orbs further. "Damn."
The absol saw the pattern come together in his eyes at this moment. "Luck does have a lot to do with it." With that, the supernatural luck of his species shined through. With a shove of his cue, he struck the ball, hitting another in sequence which deflected at an impossible to strike another and deflect into the final one. Sinking the remaining pieces in this game. He handed his cue to the sandslash. "Good game."
***
Faustus sat in meditation in his apartment, all the shades down and closed. He was seated calmly in the center of his empty living room, spare several scrolls of his unowian calligraphy hung upon the walls. Lying before him were seven plump, dark berries. Atropa Belladonna. Deadly nightshade.
The ancient absol broke his trance and tentatively took them into paw. Only this would allow his mind to spread enough to commune at any real length with what lived just behind the curtain of reality. He needed to step behind it.
He took the first berry between two claw tips, popping it open before rubbing it into his right eye. Another being smeared into his left with the dark type taking the remaining five berries into his muzzle and swallowing them. With the deed done and rubbing his eyes clear again, Faust fell back into his meditation.
"If Arceus is talking with his defender, I must be more in tune with my own master," he justified to himself in a mutter.
In silence he sat until he hit the threshold. The room's temperature seemed to soar, his heart drumming in his chest with its own chaotic rhythm. Slowly opening his now fully-opened eyes, he saw the white textured walls of his apartment shift around and warp. Geometric patterns raised and sunk into the background, a million transparent ants crawling over his ceiling, circling in figure eights.
What struck him most was the dry mouth. His tongue scraped the roof of his now sandpaper-dry mouth as he stood, his body feeling a hundredfold heavier. Staggering over to the sink, he spotted a large black carp flailing in the stainless steel basin. The absol looked at it for a few moments, accepting the illusion as much as a part of his reality as the wind or sky. He poured himself a glass of water and swallowed it with several hard gulps. It seemed to just roll over his tongue; reliving the thirst, but doing nothing to combat the complete parched feeling in his muzzle.
He then blinked as the fish swam into the wall of the sink, the metal rippling as it vanished out of sight into the the pipes behind the wall. Taking this as a simple fact of life, he sets the glass down and heavily plods back to the living room. Time melts here and the next thing Faust can remember is a booming knock at his door, each blow followed by a distorted chittering noise.
With heavy plods to his apartment's door, he opened it to see Terra standing outside. The sunlight behind her was blindingly white, Faust looking away from her.
"Good afternoon, Faustus. Are you okay?" she asked with a bit of concern.
His voice was a hoarse, forced whisper. "I'll live."
The alakazam could see the absol's blown pupils as he looked to her again. "Should I leave you be?"
"It would be best." No matter how hard he tried to speak, his voice was still a whisper. A tingling shot through his body, and he threw a glance over his shoulder to start seeing the unown on the scrolls begin to peel themselves off.
"Not yet!" he said waving both paws at the flying glyphs.
"Who are you talking to?"
He turned back to Terra just as quick, shaking his head a little. "Uhm...no one. Sorry about that."
"Maybe we should get you to the hospital..."
He only shook his head at the suggestion. "No. Nobody can so much as glimpse Heavens without a painful journey or a fight."
Her voice suddenly turned sharp and pointed. "We know what are you are doing, Faustus."
"Pardon?"
"Don't feign ignorance; The Creator sees all. Your revolution in the Heavens will not come to pass."
He looked over his shoulder again to see the unown swarm had vanished, replaced with crawling, semi-transparent spiders. When he went to address Terra again, the Alakazam was gone. The sun now assaulted his eyes too much and he closed the door again, the bugs parting before his steps.
He scraped his tongue over the roof of his entirely parched mouth again, going for another glass of water. Before he reached the sink, he saw the wall just fly at him, slamming into him without any pain and sending him flying through the air into the opposite wall, which opens into an inky void and swallows the ancient absol, sealing behind him.
He tumbled through aether, going in no direction in particular. The laws of physics happily suspended themselves here; images of what happened, what was always happening and what will never happened flashed through his eyes and mind. He was spontaneous alight with nuclear flames and temperatures below the point of absolute zero. But all he felt was a mild warmth as his tumble was arrested in the middle of a cloud of infinite unown.
He stood before the throne of the Unown. Their most private of courts; a place where only Arceus himself was invited once.
They took shape, changing colors and taking their spots like pixels to form an opulent throne room a hundred miles high, an endless hallway before it. The king and his court formed next. The king was a thinnish nidoking clad in gold armor sat on the right throne and a zangoose woman wearing an elegant gown of woven silver and obsidian was seated upon the left throne. There was an ampharos chancellor at the nidoking's side with the zangoose's side empty.
"Take your spot, Minister," the nidoking ordered. "We have important matters of court to discuss."
***
By evening, Rhombus and her subordinates were waiting outside of the meeting hall of the Grayquill Estate. A pair of large oak double doors opened and Maria, along with several other nidoian stepped out, making their way out to leave her to address the three.
"Ahem..." she cleared her throat. "We have come to the decision that House Grayquill will provide what shelter and resources we can to allies against the Patriarch of House Bloodquill. You are welcome to stay here as long as you are aiding our goals."
Rhombus offered the nidoqueen her paw. "We agree."
She took the paw and they shook on it. "We will be contacting surviving Executive's we are certain we can trust next."
"Don't approach Executive Yeva," Alexei inserted with a bit of anger. "She's a traitor."
Maria's tail swished behind her as she eyed the absol and broke her grip with Rhombus, folding her arms behind her back in a dignified manner. "We didn't intend to; we're well aware of Lilith burning bridges with her."
"A bit more waiting, I'm assuming?" Rhombus asked her.
"Yes. By tomorrow we should know who's on our side. One step at a time."
***
Faustus gladly accepted his position in the Unown King's court.
"Our brethren in the Creator's realm are starting to wake up more and more by the moment," the king boomed proudly. "However, the Creator itself is starting to stir. As you saw, Minister. As a servant of one of our representatives there, we ask what you intend to do."
The old absol smirked at the question, turning to face the monarch. "The Creator and his servants will meet their ends this time. I once loved them and their realm so much, until I was abandoned by the trickery of other mortals."
The zangoose queen spoke up. "We feel you are a worthy servant of our cause. Rejection often breeds contempt and the strongest of hatreds, after all."
"I will strike the blow with my patron which will fell the lout Arceus personally," Faust proudly boasted.
"And we expect nothing less from its spurned servant," the ampahros Chancellor piped up. "But you need to be of a closer relation with your new master, Faustus."
"I see."
"You don't quite. Not yet," the ampharos chirped back before the humanoid pink ditto emerged from the seams in marble tiles on the floor.
"Kneel," it ordered in it's semi-electronic drone.
The old absol obeyed, sinking down on a knee before the pink blob. It began to twist and bubble, evaporating into its component Unown who flew toward the disaster pokemon, sinking into his eyes and body with a mild tingling sensation. His ancient frame seemed to gain new energy as the symbol pokemon flowed into him to bind more thoroughly with his soul.
"When you first rescued our brother from the ruins of his Solaceon temple, you bonded with him through your love of calligraphy as your dark element prevented fusion in your world. But he must be within your essence for you to truly serve and your laws of nature don't apply here," the zangoose explained as the absol and unown began to merge together.
Time began to melt for Faust again and the next thing he knew he was waking up in the middle of his empty living room, panting heavily with a horribly sore, but no longer dry throat. Standing sorely, he found his vision was still vaguely shimmering, entirely blurred from the trip.
The scrolls hung upon the wall were blank.
***
Alexei had decided to call the rest of the night early. Returning the the groups room, he opened the door and stepped into the darkness. Flicking the light switch, he quickly found out he wasn't alone. Rhombus was waiting for him on the bed, dressed down into her underwear.
"I told you I was going to make you regret telling off your superior," she said with a fanged grin. "Think Slate's just my fucktoy, huh? No. That's you, pet." She watched the absol tense up a little bit, a paw going to his crotch in instinctive pain from his last session with her, a shot of nausea shooting through his stomach. Rhombus just chuckled inwardly at this. She always loved to put her males in their place.
He knew he could actually get away with saying no to her, but it was difficult when seeing the large, mature firedog woman waiting for him like this. He was going to regret this, but he gave her a submissive nod and closed the door behind him.
As she flicked her tail a bit, the absol found the room filled with a sweet scent of pheromones. Her attract attack hit him full force, any reservations he may have had melting away as he began to feel his sheath thicken in his trousers.
"Strip," she ordered, watching the dark type obey her without the slightest hesitance now, leaving him only in his heavy white fur coat with a growing arousal as she teasingly rubbed over the crotch of her green panties a bit. "Good boy," she beckoned for him to approached with a claw tip.
He obeyed her, quickly scrambling up and over the sheets only for the large arcanine fem to pin him down under her heavy frame. Her hot breath rolled over his face and he shuddered as he felt a strong paw grope down his chest, through his thick ruff and down all the way to his throbbing cock. Rhombus gives his length a couple of firm squeezes, kneading at it as he melts under her.
"You like that, don't you, pet?" she churred low, lapping over his muzzle with eyes narrowed with a fanged grin on her muzzle. Alexei was too lost in the feeling to pick up on the dangerous cues she was giving him, only replying with a low moan as that paw continued to gently massage his malehood. She frowned as his lack of response and that hand that gave pleasure just as quickly provides its opposite. Sinking lower, it clamped down upon his jewels.
Alexei's eyes bulge in shock and a scream that almost makes the window panes rattle as she clamps down on his jewels, a nauseating shock shooting through his guts. His eyes squeezed shut in the pain, watering a little as she continued to clamp down, grinding the pair together watch her plaything's cry shrink to a soft whimper as she squirmed underneath her.
"Feel that?," she asked cruelly, giving his sac a hard yank and earning another whine and a few tears from her pet. "I could pop those with a twitch of my paw, Alex." She twisted his package hard, making the absol urf in nausea as his whole being feels deathly ill from the firedog's treatment. He was still powerless against it, the scent of her attraction still hanging in the air as he only began to drip pre from the ordeal.
A deep growl came from the back of Rhombus' throat as her feral instincts began to take root. She gave another squeeze on those orbs, feeling them start to deform under the pressure as her other paw slipped down between her own legs, stroking at the damp crotch of her undies.
Alexei gasped for any breath he could, his guts felt as if they were about to burst from the strain in the center of his maleness.
She eases up off him just as quickly, moving into a squat over the smaller male. One of her footpaws drops softly on to his abused package, cock between her furry toes. The absol pants in a mixture of relief and exertion, his pair still radiating dull pain through him while the foot massages him. Her paw begins to push the cloth aside now, rubbing the outside of her moist and hot sex as she reveled in the male's pain.
Pleasure begins to get the better of him, the abol sweating as his pained sac begins to draw up tight, tapered tip of his cock twitching and spurting pre onto the firedog's foot. She stamped down on his sac here, wiggling her toes and squishing his berries between them with a twisted grin of glee, eyes positively lit up as Alexei gave a hoarse cry, tears rolling down his face and soaking into his fur.
He came nonetheless, testes painfully pinned to his pelvis as they pumped out thick ropes of glistening white cum. She lifted her paw and let them paint it in his seed. "Better not be all you have tonight," she muttered before standing up on the mattress and pushing the spooge-soaked paw to his muzzle. "Clean up your mess, first."
He was still in a daze as that gooey footpaw was shoved into his face, blinking in confusion as waves of pain still flow through his entire being. He noses at the pads of her foot, giving a long lick at it from the back to the claw tips, tasting his salty, musky seed all the while.
She wiggled her toes against his face, pumping a pair of fingers into her snatch with a content chirr as her foot was worshiped, the absol taking each of her toes into his muzzle to suckle on them, giving the individual attention she expected of her pet.
Seeing the final few laps of his tongue finish the job, she ruffled his head fur a little with it before slipping down to give his orbs a final squeeze with the foot, making him whine as another spurt of milked out to splash over his chest fur.
Rhombus took his softening malehood between her toes, squeezing the semi-stiff flesh. "That's all? Don't give up yet, pet..." she gave a couple of animalistic growls as she pulled the cloth of her undies aside and spread her sex-lips with a pair of fingers, more potent pheromones flowing out to fill the air in another Attraction attack.
Alexei felt his tired mind fill with lust for the big arcanine woman again, his sore and worked member hardening in an instant as his balls gave a sharp pang of protest.
"Arcani--" she murmured in feral pokespeak, blinking as she realized her error. "I mean, good boy." She rubbed her paw up his stiffening prick a few more times before planting it back at her side and scooting up and over the dark type's hips. Pulling her underwear down to just below her knees, she squatted lower, a paw pushing the absol's sore cock up so it's head rubbed outside of her hot entrance. "Gonna ride you raw," she growled, before slamming herself down upon him with a loud moan, biting her lip as her firm ass pounded Alex's jewels to earn another whine.
Growling ferally, she bucks upon the male with her full force, the solid frame of the bed they were on creaking in stress, almost as if it was ready to also buckle underneath her assault on Alex. He could only take it from the large fem, pinned under her lustful form as she wrested every last bit from him, sac aching sharply as it bounces on every upstroke of her slick lower lips upon his malehood.
He feels those massive paws clamp down on his shoulders next, the firedog lowering herself muzzle to muzzle with him, eye to eye as her sharp little claws begin to dig under his fur. As they sharply began to pierce his skin, he felt her large hips pound down upon him, a shock from his balls mixing with the feeling of her throbbing, milking pussy clamping down, rippling as it tries to wring every last drop from his spent member.
And he surrenders it. With a shudder and a whimper, she feels his cock give a few weaker twitches inside, her walls kneading it to drain those abused orbs between his legs.
She gave a small lick against the flat side of his shattered horn. "If you think I was rough on your balls, imagine what I'd do to Gideon if I ever got him alone," she said with a wry chuckle, despite being dead serious.