>>56592398Imagine Akari mewling, he body quaking and burning up with heat, as her Typhlosion mounts her from behind, every thrust of his heavy, muscled mustelid hips hammering into her tight young ass, stretching her out with a rod of burning heat and making a lurid clapping sound.
Her chest and face pushed into the ground with every impact, her fingers clawing at the ground as her core burns, her breathing heavy and frantic as she's taken over and over again. It doesn't even matter if she wants it or not, she has no choice in the matter.
Eventually there's a rush of searing heat as her body is flooded with burning seed, and she screams. It's impossible to tell if it's pain or pleasure that drives her over the brink, but Typhlosion doesn't care. He's not finished using her yet. His teeth burn at her throat as he forces her down and to be silent, before starting again, more intense, faster, now. Either he needs to make sure his seed takes or he needs to make sure he has his fill before she breaks.
It continues over and over again until he's satisfied, and Akari loses all sense of time as she thrashes and burns within with heat and lust, and for a moment she wonders if the light in her eyes is the flames blooming from Typhlosion's back or her achieving some kind of ecstasy, some kind of higher state.
As he fills her again, she sees the face of God, and just like her, she's on her knees, shuddering, rolling her hips back. She finds peace as she's bred again, and again, pushed harder and higher, because surely this is a sign from Great Sinnoh to accept her destiny as a whore.
