Birthday art - Pax

[Story]

Pax of Charmander and his friends fight back against Kyrn of Houndoom, who suddenly attacks them, but the team is annihilated.

 Against the backdrop of a forest engulfed in her flames, Pax, the last man standing, is also felled by her. Kyrn looks down at Pax, who has fallen on his back, with a cruel stare. He prepared himself to be killed from now on.

 But her sharp-clawed paws were lowered not to his neck or chest, but to his crotch.

 Pax was startled, but the damage done to his body made it impossible for him to resist. His body reacted reflexively, even if he didn't want to, as the slit between his legs was rubbed back and forth. Pax gritted his teeth at the shame of having shown his erect penis to his hated enemy.

Satisfied with the sight, Kyrn straddled Pax on his back and she slowly lowered her hips to his crotch. Pax tried to raise himself up to stop her, but Kyrn's front legs slammed his head into the ground. He couldn't see the scene because his head was held down as it was, but he could feel the soft elasticity of the tip of his penis and the sensation of his penis exposed to the open air gradually being enveloped in hot, sliding folds.

 He could hear the sound of hot breaths and groans coming from above him. Her hips on her slowly slid up and down, eventually bouncing up and down as she began to piston. Pax gritted his teeth and braced himself for the humiliation of being subjected to his enemy and the patience of not accepting the pleasure.

Kyrn swiveled his hips, contentedly enjoying the feel of his prey's penis rubbing inside his body. It's one of the best parts of being an aggressor, being able to bend a loser to your will. It was one thing to inflict another humiliation on her death-defying prey.

 Every time she would invade, brutalize, and destroy, and then turn back the prey that stood in her way to stop her, she could not help but feel a tingle in the depths of her lower abdomen and her spade. So when the crack of her spade opened and a hard penis entered her, she involuntarily looked up to the sky with an inexpressible feeling of fulfillment.

 The dark blue night sky was hazed by the smoke from the flames she had released. The color of the flames reflected in the corners of her eyes, the smell of burning forest filled her nostrils, and in the middle of this hellish scene she indulged in a sexual pleasure that was the opposite of that.

 She is no longer dominated by anyone, and of course there are no males who can subdue her. However, since she was born a female, her body knows the pleasures of a female. Her sexual organs delighted in being gouged by the male's sexual organs, and that pleasure filled her. But she does not give that dominion to anyone. Only she can give her female pleasure. And so the empty womb of the dictator trembled and popped with pleasure.