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"Had enough yet, pig?"

The Grumpig managed to get himself into a sitting position, rubbing his sore snout and delivering a death glare to the snickering Blaziken. "The fuck is the matter with you? I didn't even do anything to you!"

"Why should I care?" Kyrian cracked his knuckles as he watched the Grumpig get to his feet slowly. "You're good practice, and I like beating up on Psychic-types. Give your kind a little payback for all the battles I've been knocked out of because of your mind tricks."

The Grumpig was panting hard, clearly in pain, just the way Kyr wanted him. He would be the first to admit he had a somewhat unhealthy antagonism for Psychic-type Pokémon, the result not just of many lost fights against them, but of the way he lost them - mindbending, confusion, screwing with his mind and body, making a mockery of his fighting style, it was all enough to drive him crazy. The Grumpig hadn't even been fighting him, he's just been unlucky enough to cross Kyr's line of sight while he was off wandering in the woods away from Vern, his trainer. He'd pounded the pig pretty well, and had no intention of stopping until he was nice and whipped.

"You know, I really hate creeps like you who think you can just waltz in and beat the crap out of anyone who's there," the Grumpig snarled. "You make life hell for innocent Pokémon just because of some grudge, or because you have no control, or because you want to impress a trainer, or just because you're bored, or whatever the hell reason your kind of people have! Can't you find someone who wants to fight against you and just have it out with them, and leave the rest of us alone?"

Kyr scoffed. "Oh, get over it. You're a Pokémon, you can take it. I fight who I want to fight, when I want to fight, and if my trainer wants me to fight, then all the better."

"So you're just a jerkass who likes to show off how much stronger he is than Pokémon who don't fight for a living? You really have that much disregard for the lives of others?"

"You call it disregard? I call it doing what I'm meant to do. Fighting is what I do, and I do it well. When I'm battling against other trainers' Pokémon, they've got the same mindset, it's not like it's a foreign concept. And battling means I gotta stay in practice, and there's no practice like other Pokémon. Especially Psychic Pokémon, because you guys screw with me all the time and I'm fucking tired of it."

Grumpig's gaze was almost murderous. "You...maybe you wouldn't get messed with if you didn't just indiscriminately attack us! We're going to defend ourselves whether you like it or not!"

"Oh, is that so? Well, then, let's see it, porky." He leapt at the Grumpig again, who scrambled out of the way just in time, then used a Psywave to knock Kyr backwards as he tried to pursue him. Kyr stumbled but was back to his senses quickly, and made a rush for the Grumpig.

Too late he noticed the glowing eyes. Kyr's entire body locked up in mid-stride, and before he knew what had happened, the Grumpig bounded towards him and tackled him to the ground. He held Kyr's upper body down with his full weight and stared him right in the eyes, his own eyes glowing brightly. Kyr was unable to look away as he felt the foreign presence invade his mind, his vision going bright white as he unsuccessfully tried to repel the intrusion.

He wasn't quite sure how long he was under, but at some point his vision cleared back up, and he felt himself able to move again, though the disorientation in his head kept him from moving quickly. He managed to sit up, and his eyes landed on the Grumpig, who was dusting himself off. "You bastard! What did you do to me?! Tell me now!"

"Hoo...been a while since I tried that trick..." the Grumpig panted. "You got what you deserved, jerkass. You're not gonna be trouble for us anymore."

"Tell me what you did to me!"

"Hmph, fine. It's a little bit of mental triggering, something that causes you to act a certain way. You could just call it a curse."

"Curse? That's ghost stuff!"

"Well, it's not like a ghost curse, it's just got an effect pattern that one could refer to as being cursed. You'll be feeling its effects soon, most likely when you get back to your trainer."

If looks could kill, Kyr would have been doing what he wanted his uncooperative body to do at that moment. "What the hell are you talking about? What, did you mind-warp me so that you could make me try to kill Vern?"

Grumpig smirked. "Kill him? Well, I suppose if you fuck him TOO hard, you could do that."

Only one word of that really caught Kyr's senses, and it had him freeze up solid. "Wh...what?!"

"You heard right, bird. My curse, as it were, is that you'll be stricken with a devastating, unshakable lust for your trainer, so bad you probably won't be able to control yourself around him. So instead of beating up on innocent Pokémon and making our lives miserable, you'll be screwing him and doing it to yourselves instead."

"You fucker!" Kyr tried to leap to his feet and ended up crashing back to the ground in a haze of dizziness. He shook his head wildly to shake off some of his disorientation, and it was starting to work, but not enough that he could leap at the Grumpig again. "You take it off right this instant, or I'll eviscerate you!"

"You'll do no such thing to me," Grumpig replied, his eyes glowing again. The spinning in Kyr's head returned with a vengeance, keeping him laid out on the ground. "And for your information, I can't take it off."

"Bullshit! You put it on! You can take it off!"

"Now, see, I did put it on, but I put it on in such a way that I can't break it. After all, if I did that, then you'd beat me to within an inch of my life to get me to remove it, and I might just do it to save myself. If I did try to break it, I'd pretty much turn your brain into mush, so either you leave to try to break it myself, or when I finally gave in, you'd be the one to pay the price in the end."

"Grah! You porky bastard! I oughta turn you into bacon! You'd better fucking tell me how to break this, or you'll really regret ever being born!"

"Fuck, calm down, you're going to give yourself a stroke and I want you to live long enough for this curse to take effect. Anyway, breaking it is simple: just don't give into it for a full day, and you'll be rid of it. That means controlling yourself despite your worst urges and not getting yourself get out of control. I don't really think you can do it, but maybe you'll prove me wrong."

"You'd better hope you never find out, if I find you again you're a dead pig!"

"I'm perfectly happy to never have that happen. And you'd better keep listening, because there's more. Hold it off for a full day and you'll be rid of the curse, but fail three times, and that window closes. You'll never be able to break it after that, and you'll spend the rest of your life like that. Judging by what I've seen of you, you're both going to be in for a rough ride, and I can't think of anyone more deserving."

"You-! I'm gonna kill you!" Kyr tried once again to stand, with no better results, but as he went down, he saw the Grumpig limping away, disappearing into the brush. He tried to crawl after him, but the spinning in his head kept him from his pursuit, and by the time his head had cleared enough for him to stand, he had no idea where the Grumpig had gone. Anger burned in his chest and throat, and he let out and enraged caw that sent Taillows flying from the trees.

Oh, how he HATED psychics.

---

At first, Kyr had hoped against hope that the Grumpig had been bluffing; in the immediate aftermath, as he started walking back to their camp, he didn't feel any different from normal. However, that hope was soon dashed as he felt a familiar tingling in his loins, the unmistakable sensation of budding arousal that normally he would have freely welcomed. Almost at the same time, images arose unbidden in his mind: the sight of Vern, prostrate on the ground, his nude form prone and open to him, him laying over him and placing himself right at that tight hole, ready to pierce him and make him his-

Kyr slapped himself, hard, his head whipping to the side painfully from the force of his own blow. Fucking Grumpig! I won't let him beat me like this! I can't think about that, I can't let myself think about that!

Of course, demanding it of himself was one thing, actually doing it was another, and his cock was out and hard already just at the thoughts he'd had before the blow. He couldn't hold back a scowl at the traitorous organ. Dammit, I can't walk back and have him see this.

He turned and leaned forward against a tree, bracing himself with his left arm while bringing his right hand down to stroke himself furiously, trying to work all the sexual tension out of himself before he could even put Vern in danger. Kyr worked his pole as hard as he ever had, but despite long and frenzied efforts, he simply couldn't bring himself to cum, or even to the brink. In fact, all it did was make the problem worse; he couldn't prevent himself from imagining Vern underneath him, which fueled his burgeoning lust but refused to allow him to simply get off on the imagining alone. After several minutes, all he had to show for the attempt was a harder dick, a somewhat sore right hand, and a mind further addled by the curse.

This already isn't going well...

Slowly he continued on his way back to camp, arriving as the sun started to set. Almost miraculously, Vern wasn't outside at the time, allowing him to sit down by the fire and find a position where he wouldn't be exposing himself to his trainer. Part of him hoped that Vern had left entirely, headed to the next town for some reason or another and left a note he just hadn't seen, but he knew that was just a fool's dream; they were several days travel from the nearest town, and Vern wouldn't have left unguarded like that.

A rustling from the tent confirmed his suspicions. As he heard the zipper move, he allowed himself to glance back, mentally willing himself not to think lustful thoughts about Vern. That meager preparation proved insufficient when Vern emerged, and Kyr's eyes widened. Oh, fuck, he's shirtless.

Vern was wearing nothing except a pair of ragged jean shorts and presumably his underwear; his body was shining with sweat, like he'd just been hard at work. Kyr remembered suddenly that this wasn't that unusual, it had been a hot day and Vern typically dressed light in the first place. He was far from a chiseled specimen of a human; in fact, he was rather shorter and thinner, and his torso was closer to showing ribs than pecs. All of this combined was driving Kyr's lust wild; his body was telling him that there was a physically inferior male nearby that almost demanded to be dominated by his taller and more powerful Blaziken self. His dick was throbbing, begging for release, and once again he forced himself to deny it, shifting to prevent Vern from seeing anything unusual. It was getting harder and harder to hold himself back, though, and he was feeling desperation creep into his gut.

"Man, wish I could handle the heat like you can, Kyr. It's blazing out! I dunno how you Fire-types do it." Vern was his typical self, bright and chipper, if sounding a little worn. "Made doing a lot of the stuff I wanted to do agony." He sat on the ground a bit away from Kyr and set a couple of hot dogs on roasting sticks just above the coals. "Just a simple dinner tonight, I'm too beat to do anything fancy!"

"Mmm..."

Vern looked over towards him. "Something wrong?"

"Just a bit frustrated. Had a run-in with some stupid Psychic-type in the woods."

"Ah...glad you came back in one piece. Want a hot dog?"

Kyr shook his head, shifting to hide his raging erection as best as possible without making Vern too suspicious. "Not hungry right now."

Vern shrugged. "Suit yourself. I know you can make one yourself anytime you want."

Kyr nodded but didn't respond. He simply sat by the fire, casting glances towards Vern every now and then, watching as he ate and then sat and relaxed by the fire. The time seemed to drag on forever, night falling at an interminable pace, Kyr barely making any conversation beyond apologizing for not feeling talkative. He was eternally thankful that Vern wasn't prodding him; they had been together long enough to understand when they each needed space, but Kyr had still worried that his unusual behavior would get his trainer worried. And he badly needed the space; even just looking at Vern was causing the lust in his body to surge, and he felt certain his touch would completely break his restraint.

Finally, darkness had settled well in for the night, and Vern finally got up and headed for the tent. Kyr let out a quiet sigh of relief; Vern going to sleep would give him a better chance of holding himself back. He was almost ready to get up when he heard more noises coming from the tent, and as he looked back, his eyes widened once again as Vern emerged, now wearing nothing but his boxers, pulling a thin mat out with him. "Oh! I thought...you were going to sleep?"

"I am, but not in there. It's like a damned sauna. It's warm enough, I'll sleep outside tonight." He laid the mat out fairly close to the fire, and laid down on his back, stretching out and closing his eyes. "G'night, Kyr. Sleep well."

There is no way that's gonna happen. Kyr shut his eyes and shook his head, but the mental image of his trainer in his underwear was driving him mad. He could feel his shaft throbbing, almost as if it was pulling him towards Vern, completely impossible to ignore. His head was becoming cloudy, wearing down his concentration; he was finding it hard to keep his mind off of Vern, and more and more the fantasies were creeping in...

He barely even realized that he was now staring fully at Vern, the pale human not quite asleep but clearly closing in. Without consciously trying, he was starting to move, crawling over to him, his loins quivering more as he neared his prey. He only paused as he came right up above Vern's legs, briefly hesitating before the lust pushed through again. His head lowered towards the still-covered groin of his trainer, and he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his trainer; he could smell just a hint of lust from the human, a scent that was not totally unfamiliar to him but in his current state was like nothing he had ever experienced.

It was too much for him. The floodgates suddenly had broken wide open. His brain had stopped issuing proper commands, and his body was acting of its own accord.

Now he wasn't waiting, or hesitating, or showing any kind of reluctance at all. He simply reached over, took hold, and shredded Vern's boxers with his claws. Vern's eyes snapped open, shocked, but had no time to ascertain what was happening as he was flipped onto his stomach on the pad, then pinned under the Blaziken's powerful arms. There was no decorum, no build-up, no preparation; there was only Kyr, out of control, ramming his cock into Vern's ass, hilting himself in one single push.

No sound came from Vern's mouth, though the jerking in his body indicated that he had felt that blow. Kyr didn't care; Kyr was mentally incapable of caring at that moment. His mind had only one focus, and that was fucking his trainer. He yanked himself almost all the way out, then shoved back in hard, then immediately repeated, building up a viciously fast and hard pace as the built-up lust of the entire afternoon was being taken out at once. The pleasure rushing through his body was immense, not just the tightness around his hot dick but the satisfaction of finally sating his desires. He was loving every second of it; everything about the rutting felt more than natural, it felt right.

He gripped Vern harder as his thrusts quickly became more erratic, the fuck session reaching its end fairly rapidly. After just a couple of minutes, he let out a loud, satisfied moan as he slammed himself home, his burning seed spraying inside Vern. He kept himself locked deep inside for the duration of his orgasm, letting every drop of his cum settle in the human. Only after he was completely drained did he reluctantly pull himself out of Vern, his body fighting even that as his cock felt so perfect within that tight ass.

Just like that, it was over, and suddenly Kyr felt shame burning in him. He quickly backed away from Vern, who had finally flipped himself over to look at Vern, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. Kyr averted his eyes, unable to face down his trainer as the full force of what had happened just hit him. Fucking hell...I just raped my own trainer. How...how could I...I should have fought harder, I could have...

Wordlessly, Vern stood up, picking up the mat with him. Without a look back at Kyr, he stumbled back to the tent, opening up the flap and slipping inside quickly. Kyr didn't bother trying to stop him; instead, he stood up himself and walked away from the tent, into the woods a ways, not settling down until he couldn't see the campsite. He laid down and cursed himself over and over again until sleep claimed him.

---

Kyr's morning was already off to a bad start when he awoke. For one, it took no time at all for the memory of the previous night's events to return to him, and with it the same and self-loathing that came with it. And for two, he already had a raging erection and a burning desire to do it again.

Fuck that...I'm not giving in this time. I'm not even going to move from this spot, not as long as I have a shred of control over myself.

His brain and body seemed to be conspiring against that plan of action, though. The lust only continued to grow, and the unbidden thoughts of screwing the human again came on more forcefully than ever before, now that he truly knew what it was like. Once again, he tried to desperately quell the lust by jacking himself off, trying to let the mental images of fucking Vern bring him over the edge this time; once again, the effort was futile, and as he kept at it more and more, the haze started to come again.

A splash from the distance was all it took to get him moving, not quite of his own volition. Might be danger...I need to protect Vern, can't let him be hurt by anyone else... It was a simple and easy excuse that beat down the part of him trying to hold back. He slipped through the woods, moving towards the sound of the splash; he knew it was from a pond not far from the campsite, and anything in there could easily happen upon Vern unguarded...

As he neared the pond, it became visible through the trees, and he could see the surface of the water fairly clearly. He slowed down and watched, the haze of lust making it difficult to focus. He couldn't see any Pokémon nearby, but the sound of moving water drew his attention, and his eye caught sight of the human head and arms protruding from the surface. It was Vern.

Kyr's breath caught in his throat. He was telling himself to run, get away before he did something he would regret, but his body wasn't obeying him; it remained rigid in the brush, mostly invisible to the human from the lake. He watched, silent, as Vern reached the edge of the lake and climbed out, unknowingly revealing his fully nude body to the hidden Blaziken.

It proved to be too much for Kyr. The sight triggered a flashback to the previous night, the powerful screwing he laid on the trainer, the intense pleasure and satisfaction from the conquest...combined with his current raging lust, he again completely lost the ability to control himself. Quietly he stalked out of the bushes, making rapid but silent steps towards Vern, the human unaware of the pursuit. He never even got the chance to turn before Kyr pounced on him, taking him down to the ground roughly. Vern's limbs were quickly pinned, and he barely managed to struggle before Kyr sank his cock into him, forcing a cry from both of him, Vern's shocked, Kyr's triumphant.

The Blaziken didn't hold back, beginning to thrust hard and fast into Vern, his grip tightening on the human's arms. He started regaining a bit of his self-control shortly into the act, however, and slowed himself down, trying to avoid injuring Vern in his lust. Ngh...can't...let myself...get out of control...any more than I am already... Yet it felt so good to Kyr, though, that same sense of rightness flowing into his head even as he tried to fight them. Despite everything, he wanted more, and he wanted to get it from Vern.

As he realized this, he also realized that he was heating up; his cock was growing hotter inside Vern, intensifying Kyr's pleasure. He didn't know if Vern could take it, and tried to will it down, but the efforts of his physical and thermal control were beginning to wear on his resilience. He couldn't keep both of them up, and just before he cracked, he made a decision. Once again he started thrusting harder and faster, rocketing back and forth inside Vern, keeping the heat from his cock manageable but letting his muscles exert their full force on him. He could hear sounds coming from Vern but couldn't process them, couldn't figure out what they meant. It didn't matter to him at that moment; all that mattered was sating himself.

Finally, after several brutal minutes, he cawed out and unleashed himself inside Vern for the second time in two days, a volcanic geyser flooding the human's bowels. Once again his mind was swarmed with pleasure at sating the desires that had been forced into him, followed by a horrified realization at what he had just done. With the lust gone, he pulled out rapidly and took off into the woods again. He had no idea if Vern even saw it was him, but was sure he had to know.

I can't go back...I can't ever go back. That's twice, failing once more means I can't ever get rid of the curse...I've already betrayed him twice, the least I can do is make sure I don't do it again.

---

Hours passed. The sky darkened into night, then the glow of morning returned. The passage of time had brought no relief to Kyrian, either physical or emotional. He hadn't slept a wink, his body and brain refusing to even entertain the idea. Wracked with guilt over his actions towards Vern, raging lust coursing through his body trying to take him over again, furious at the Grumpig that had brought both of them on, he was well and truly a wreck and it didn't feel like it was letting up any time soon.

He wandered the forest, futilely seeking some means of relief from the arousal that refused to die. Yet no relief was forthcoming in the slightest; it seemed almost the contrary, as everything he did seemed to intensify it, driving him nearly to madness as he sought to exorcise it. He was certain it was starting to have that effect on his brain like it had the past couple times, and the lack of sleep was only making him more vulnerable. He he been walking continually for hours, unable to stay still, knowing that if there was an answer to be found he would only find it by moving.

It was just reaching dawn when he stepped out of the trees and froze. He was back at the camp.

No...no, I can't, I can't be here, this is where...

He tried to will himself to run, get away, anything to not fall into the same trap, to not do anything to Vern again, but he was suddenly paralyzed, unable to move away. Though Vern wasn't immediately visible, Kyr felt certain that if camp was still up and it was so early that he would probably be in the tent. He couldn't hope that Vern hadn't come back, he had to be here, and Kyr had to get away...

He took a step towards the tent, then another. The whims of his burning, throbbing cock and the part of his mind that was responding to the curse were proving impossible for him to overcome. The remaining rational part of him couldn't make him turn away, couldn't make him ignore the desire that was flooding him. Once again, there was something inside him that told him that this was where he should be, and what he had machinations to do was what he should be doing. Every iota of resistance wasn't enough.

He could have sworn he'd blacked out between the first two steps and arriving right in front of the tent. The door flap was already wide open, practically inviting him inside, and as he looked in, his heart skipped a beat; Vern was asleep on his mat, completely nude once again. He could feel hot air wafting out from the tent, and recalled how Vern had complained about the heat in there before on warm nights; Kyr realized that that must have been why he was like that. The sight of it proved irresistible to his addled mind and body, and he slipped inside the tent, virtually soundless.

I can't stop this...I'm going to do it again, the curse is too powerful...maybe...if I don't finish...it won't count? I gotta hope...gotta hope that I can hold back...maybe I can force myself to stop if I hold back enough...

His hands were on Vern a moment later, shifting him fully off of his back, raising his ass up enough to give him a good angle. He felt Vern come to, but that was a secondary fact at that point; his primary concern was keeping himself from going overboard. Slowly, agonizingly, he slid the tip of his cock into Vern, moaning as he felt that tightness around even that little bit of him. Aaaagh...this is so good...ngh, feels so right...I can't let it...the curse...

He could hear Vern's breathing quicken, and the guilt started to bubble up within him again, but it was quickly silenced again by the lust coursing through him. He pressed forward the slightest bit more, catching himself before he get too much further inside his trainer, trying his best to keep from losing control.

But...but it feels...so good...

He pushed forward a little more, getting a bit of a sinking feeling as he found himself halfway buried inside Vern, and it was taking every bit of restraint to not just shove himself in fully and fuck his trainer like there was no tomorrow. His grip on Vern's shoulders tightened and he strained himself not to let go, hoping there was still a chance to get out of this without losing completely...

He heard Vern suck in a shaky breath, and then, unexpectedly, it came out in words. "Please...Kyr...fuck me harder!"

Hearing Vern actually speak to him during the act alone would have pushed his concentration to the absolute limit. But the effect of those exact words was dramatically greater, cascading through his brain and shattering every bit of his fragile resistance to the curse; the knowledge that his target wasn't just not resisting, but actively encouraging him to have his way, sent the part of him that deeply desired such action into a frenzy from which there was no return.

In a fraction of a second, his cock was slammed fully into Vern, the human's loud gasp and moan erasing any doubt of his sincerity in his words. Kyr held nothing back, pistoning in and out of the human at breakneck speed; beyond that, he was bringing the heat as well, not just allowing but actively coaxing his cock to get hotter and hotter, searing the human as he rutted him furiously. That feeling of rightness, that desire to dominate, was more intense and pervasive than ever, and without the guilt and restraint he was enjoying it far more than ever before. "You like that, bitch? You like feeling my burning cock in your ass?"

Vern cried out as he was hit with a particularly hard and hot thrust. "Ah, Kyr, yes, I love the feel of your hot cock in me, please, give me more!"

Kyr panted hard as he intensified his movements, feeling himself barreling towards his orgasm. The sound of Vern's voice, dripping with pleasure at his domination, was only making it come faster. "Get ready! I'm gonna cum in you and mark you as my bitch!"

"A-ah! Kyr, please, cum in me, burn your mark in me, make me yours!"

That pleading mewl was enough to send Kyr over the edge. He slammed into the hilt and cawed out as he unleashed his lava flow deep into Vern, grinding hard to make sure every drop got into his human. He heard Vern cry out as well, and convulse around him in a way that told him he had also reached his climax, which only amplified the sense of pride and power and dominance he felt.

Finally, once they were both thoroughly drained, the two of them collapsed onto their sides, Kyr still lodged firmly inside Vern, the two of them panting and reveling in the afterglow. It took a minute for Kyr to finally break the silence. "You...really threw me for a loop there, Vern."

Vern gave a tired nod. "Yeah...me, too. I...guess I didn't realize how bad I wanted that."

"I can't believe you did...I used you horribly, and couldn't stop myself...I thought for sure you'd hate me after all that..."

"Maybe...but, well, I kinda had a hard time hiding that I came both times. I...you know I'm not very experienced, and being fucked like that was...well, kinda exhilarating. I admit I was, uh, shocked when it happened, but, well, I didn't exactly go to great lengths to try to stop you."

"I don't know that you could have anyway."

"Maybe not, but it wasn't like I was trying to get away, either..." Vern was quiet for a moment. "...That Psychic Pokémon did this to you, didn't it?"

Kyr's arms tensed up around Vern. "You...you knew?"

"No, it was just a guess...you'd been acting weird, and then...well, I know you never would have done something like that just on your own, you'd never been like that...I've heard of Psychic Pokémon messing with bodies and minds like that, but I thought they were just rumors...guess not, huh?"

"Guess not...he called it a curse. I wanted to tell you about it, but it wouldn't let me...wouldn't let me run away, either. Maybe I should've tried another way to let you know...doesn't matter now, though, the curse can't be broken anymore."

"Doesn't sound so much like a curse at this point...what will it do to you?"

"Well...he said I'd have some kind of uncontrollable lust..." He chuckled the slightest bit. "Er...and I guess I should mention, after you cried out how much you enjoyed and wanted it...I mean, it was hard enough for me to fight the urges before, but I don't think there's any way I can now. For all I know I could be going at you several times a day..."

"Wow...you weren't kidding when you said you were gonna make me your bitch, huh?"

Kyr gulped. "Ah...Vern, I don't want to do that, I don't want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable...I've already done that to you, and it made me feel horrible. I don't want to just lose control-" He stopped short as Vern brought a hand up to caress the side of his face, craning his neck around to look at him with a smile.

"I didn't say I had a problem with it, did I? I said I was yours, and I meant it. You can do what you want with me, when you want to do it. Hell, some of the stuff you did to me these past few days...tearing off my clothes, ambushing me when I wasn't expecting it...honestly, that really, really turned me on. I don't have any problem saying it, my body is yours, whenever and wherever."

"Ah, Vern, you're..." Kyr felt his heartbeat quicken again at the thought, and his loins tingle. "Saying stuff like that is just gonna make me want you more...and like, immediately more..."

Vern snickered and reached his other hand down to fondle Kyr's groin. "Then I guess I'm just gonna have to learn how to keep up with you, huh?"