Kindle moaned breathlessly as his fourth orgasm in the last hour shuddered through him. The Typhlosion’s hips bucked weakly as he gasped for breath and his boyfriend, Harley's, wonderfully rough, feline tongue lapped up his dribbling seed. Earlier, he had shot much heftier loads but, after hours of being milked, he was pretty spent. However, the Liepard between his legs seemed determined to make sure he was completely empty before the night was over.

“Come on, Big guy.” Harley cooed, smirking coyly. The leopard's tail swayed behind him like a metronome as he stared up at Kindle. “You’ve gotta have at least a little more than that.”

The badger huffed, shivering as his boyfriend playfully ran his tongue along the underside of his shaft. "W-with a milk-hungry cat between my legs all evening, I'm not so sure."

"Cream-hungry," Harley corrected. "And, besides, we gotta have you properly emptied for the month or you become Kyrie's new baby until after New Year's."

Kindle's cheeks blazed red at the thought of his other mate's reward for winning their challenge. He loved how the Companeon took care of him but for a month, possibly more depending on when he failed, if he did, that was past his comfort zone.

"Ooh, a twitch and a dribble," Harley purred, before swallowing Kindle's cock to the root and forcing a tired moan from the winded badger. He was surely in for a long night.