Soaked to the bone and tired from a rude awakening, a lone braixen stumbled through the pitch-black forest, among leafless trees and deep, muddy soil. Torrential rain had struck the woods by surprise, and softened the ground to the point they had washed away the roof of his comfy little den and exposed him to the elements, sending him on a thankless quest for another shelter. As much as the exhaustion gnawed at Finn's mind and weighed down his legs like lead, as much as the cold, heavy raindrops ravaged his heat-loving hide, he had to press on through the murky darkness. He had to keep moving with half-lidded eyes and gritted teeth to find a safer place to stay, be it only for the remainder of the night and rainstorm.

Unfortunately, the relentless torrent had already leveled and destroyed most of Finn's options. Most of the abandoned burrows he came across were flooded or wrecked, like his own, the trees didn't offer any leaves for shelter yet, and whatever intact den he found was already occupied. At first, he wasn't desperate enough to risk waking their inhabitants and beg for shelter, but as his strength was leaving his limbs, the braixen was getting increasingly tempted to barge into the next burrow and try his luck.

It wouldn't come to that, however, as Finn reached the rocky foot of a cliff face. Almost immediately, he slipped on the water-logged stone and tumbled down a few feet before he came to a crashing halt against the face of a boulder. Passed out in chilly water for just a few seconds, he recovered consciousness with a beaten groan and looked up to notice the dark, looming entrance of a cave right beside him. No doubt, it was a hideout for yet another pokemon, but it had become his only option since his body was aching from the fall and his limbs barely responded to his commands anymore. He couldn't walk another inch, and he climbed up the rocky ledge and into the cave entrance with the last of his strength.

At least, the cave was more spacious and comfortable than expected. The air inside was still humid, but the rock was dry and surprisingly warm, there was no sign of other inhabitants, and once the exhausted braixen crawled behind the first bend, the incessant, irritating pattering of rain abated into a muffled, almost calming rushing that lulled him to sleep in no time.

As the next morning arrived, the vibrant song of bird pokemon and the dazzling rays of sunlight poured through the cave entrance and roused Finn from his slumber. However, where the rest of nature seemingly had forgotten about the storm, he was still utterly drained from the torturous night, stretching his aching body with a groan and opening his eyes just a crack to have a look around his new resting spot. Warm gray rock embraced him in a small, round chamber, and while he knew about the bend leading out into the sunlit forest, he discovered another tunnel leading deeper into the mountain, explaining why he hadn't encountered anyone yesterday.

Still staring at the new tunnel, the braixen's nose suddenly twitched as he picked up a strange sweet aroma. He cocked his head in confusion as the scent triggered an instinct deep inside him and stirred his arousal, making his muzzle water and drawing another inch of his morning wood out of his sheath. He let out a shaky whimper as the odor grew even more intense, clouding his brain to the point where he could barely think, so he rolled on all fours and dragged himself toward the cave's exit to catch a breath of fresh air.

Finn paused halfway and perked his ears when he suddenly heard footsteps, but before he could turn, a slender, scaly paw already grabbed his chin and pulled his head around. Reflexively, the braixen bared his teeth and clawed at the paw's owner, but his threatening growl swiftly turned into a stunned squeak when the same pokemon snatched his arm mid-swing and slammed it to the ground with surprising force. Next thing, he stared into the grinning muzzle and the glowing purple eyes of a salazzle, and as she parted her lips, blowing a thick pink mist over his muzzle, his other arm went slack as much as the rest of his body before he could strike again.

The salazzle's breath carried the same sweet scent Finn had smelled before, but a thousand times more intense, brimming with so many colors and nuances, so much energy that it hit his brain like a rolling boulder and exacerbated his lingering arousal into a blazing inferno. His jaw dropped, his eyes went blank, and he began to drool uncontrollably while his morning wood jumped and swelled to full mast, jutting out of his fuzzy sheath as a huge, throbbing red spire.

The braixen's reaction elicited a delighted coo from the slinky reptile, and she cupped his head with both paws, pushing him over onto his back. With her long pink tongue hanging from her muzzle, she straddled his waist and gave him another taste of her intoxicating scent, flushing his brain with fresh pheromones before it had processed the first batch. 

Finn reared up from the stimulation overload, groaning and gasping in confusion as his muscles tensed up and slackened in an uncoordinated frenzy. His paws and feet clenched and curled, his tail fluttered uncontrollably, and his erection began to twitch and heave as if he was cumming already.

The braixen's aimless writhing grew more and more desperate as the salazzle showered him with one breath of pheromones after another, shrouding his mind in a dense, impenetrable mist of arousal while his rod jumped and flailed wildly, leaking and squirting pre across the rocky floor of the cave. Yet, there was no relief. Every breath only added further to his scorching lust, exacerbating the heat in his chest and making him whine like a bitch in heat, needy, begging for more. Every last fiber of his body craved relief, but he failed to lift a single finger as the female turned him into a slave of his own lust.

The salazzle had only begun toying with her catch, though, and seconds turned into minutes as she delighted in his struggle, giggling with perverted glee and whacking her thick, scaly tail from side to side as she kept him pinned to the ground and flooded his lungs and brain with her pheromones.

The treatment eventually broke the overwhelmed braixen, and his strength faded, his muscles went slack, his squirming ceased, and his desperate cries ebbed into a low, mindless whimper as his body gave up.

At that moment, the devious reptile finally lowered her rump and pressed her warm, wet slit against Finn's trembling, drooling tip. The slippery touch instantly invigorated the exhausted male, and he arched up with a dazed cry as the first proper orgasm rushed through him, forcing his sore muscles back into action. His nuts tightened and his cock twitched violently, blasting the first rope of milky seed over the salazzle's ass and painting her black and purple scales before she pushed down and slid his rod deep inside her.

The braixen clenched his paws as the female's tight, hot cunt swallowed inch after inch of his erection, and he kept cumming deep inside her with a quavering cry, filling her with spurt after spurt of his fertile seed. But the unspeakable relief from the relentless teasing wouldn't reach completion as the salazzle denied him a proper tie. Her moist, quivering slit pressed against his swollen knot, smooching it as it popped out of his sheath, but she refused to sit down fully and take it inside her.

Finn still tried everything to bury his knot in the lizard's cunt, instinctively arching up and bucking his hips to thrust deeper, but to no avail. At no point did she allow him to tie her, holding him in place with both paws and feet as she rode him with lazy humps. Giggling at his growing desperation, she teased his throbbing knot with the warm snugness of her cunt with every stroke, leaving him squirming and whimpering as his orgasm never reached its proper conclusion.

At the same time, the braixen's orgasm wouldn't cease either. A minute passed, then another, but his cock continued to tense and flex, and his furry orbs clenched as hard as at the beginning, pumping rope after rope of seed inside the salazzle's greedy cunt. And whenever his mind-breaking rush threatened to falter, she bent over him and blew a fresh breath of her sweet, intoxicating pheromones around his face, suspending him between a tie and nothing as she rode him with cries and squawks of depraved joy.

At least, the insatiable female eventually rewarded her poor catch with a hint of affection for his girth and seed. Sure, she cruelly denied Finn a proper knotting, but he groaned with shaky bliss as she pulled up her feet to her butt and curled a scaly pink sole around his nuts, kneading and massaging them to tease every last drop from his clenching orbs. Her other foot ventured even further up, her toes wrapping around the base of his knot and squeezing the sensitive flesh to mimic the clenching of a female braixen's spade, fueling and prolonging his orgasm.

Finn's jaw dropped and his vision blurred as his brain succumbed to the skillful stimulation, and he noticed when the salazzle drew ever closer to his face, her large pink eyes burning with endless lust as she peered at him like a tasty treat. Then, she let loose another deep, guttural cry of lust and wrapped her muzzle around his, forcing her slender, forked tongue inside his gullet and coiling it around his in a wild joust. 

The lizard's assertive kiss flushed the braixen with more of her sweet aroma, invigorating his orgasm and spurring his sore muscles while she humped him in a horny frenzy. With each thrust, her juices and his cum leaked and squirted back out of her cunt, soaking his knot, drenching his sheath, and spraying everywhere as she slammed her butt onto his thighs and her fat tail onto the rocky ground, the thumping and slurping of the merciless ride echoing throughout the cave.

Finally, the salazzle yielded to her own bottomless lust and erupted with a muffled squeal. She shoved her tongue even deeper down Finn's throat and fed him her pheromone-laced saliva, filling his stomach with a strange, glowing heat while her pussy started to clench and ripple around his cock, massaging his swollen red member with frantic contractions. In her orgasmic bliss, she also pushed down the final bit and took his knot with a wet, satisfying pop, embracing him completely with her convulsing channel and unleashing a fresh storm of stimulation on the braixen's brain.

Raging, unrelenting pleasure consumed all of Finn's thoughts, and his limbs went slack as he turned into a mindless puppet in the salazzle's paws, only existing to fill her knotted pussy with more of his potent cream. The pain, the aching, the numbness from the endless overstimulation and overuse didn't matter anymore, as there was no space left beside his uncontrollable lust, and as long as his orgasm lasted, that fact wouldn't change.

Obviously, the salazzle wouldn't allow Finn's climax to fade, and the moment her own high ebbed, she pulled away from him with all her might. His knot resisted her attempt to break the tie, bulging and stretching her cunt as she tugged and yanked on it, but the larger female ultimately had the strength and determination to see it through and dislodge the massive bulb with a wet slurp. 

The rough act drew an overwhelmed squeak from the braixen, but his partner's tongue stifled his cry and forced him back into submission as she continued to hump him just as hard as before. Even without the tight tie, he was too broken to recover from his high, cumming and squirting inside the salazzle while she rode him with boundless enthusiasm. He was simply no match for the ravenous female, unable to handle her instinctual nymphomania, too weak to struggle and stop her as she continued to take what she wanted, minute after minute, orgasm after orgasm. Half an hour in, his voice failed him, and fifteen minutes later, his body has deteriorated to a limp husk, his eyes blank and his eyelids drooping from the exhaustion, but she kept riding him with no pause or end in sight even though his nuts had run dry and his dick stopped twitching long ago.

Finally, after an hour of relentless sex, the horny reptile was satisfied and pulled away from Finn's sore, aching rod with a deep, contented sigh. Finally, the braixen's mind and body could recover, and his eyes closed as he was too drained to stay awake, ready to turn the encounter into a foggy, wet nightmare. However, the salazzle didn't grant him any rest as she wrapped her tail around his chest and towed him along toward her den in the heart of the mountain, dragging the drained male deeper and deeper into the darkness. Soon, the dim pink glow of her body became his only source of light, and yet, a defeated smile grew on Finn's lips as he was enveloped by a gust of warm, dry air. At least, her den would be much more comfortable than the cold, damp woods.