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'Dodge!!' Calem shoutet at the top if his lungs at his Gardevoir, but it was too late. Nidoking's Iron Tail connected, knocking his Gardevoir to the ground.

'Gardevoir! Can you get up? Just one more attack, you can do it!', but no dice. Gardevoir struggled to get on his knees, but fell back to the ground.

The blonde boys shoulders dropped... he was on a losing streak lately and he really thought Nidoking would fall easily to his Gardevoir's psychic attacks.

'Boy, give it up, you lost this one!', the Wanderer's hearty voice boomed across the battle field, followed by a laugh, 'Good work, Nidoking, you're only getting stronger and stronger!'

Nidoking roared, stomping the ground, flexing his muscles as his trainer walked over to his opponent.

'Don't take it so hard, you're not the first Trainer thinking they could get the drop on me and Nidoking with a Gardevoir. Once you grow as old as us two, you'll learn to expect this stuff and come up with ways to counter.'

'... yeah... here, you won, take the money...', Calem knew the Wanderer was right, but he didn't like losing. He'd just about lost all his money at this point, he couldn't even afford a Potion now.

'Come on, chin up, go take care of your Pokemon now. That last one might've been a critical hit. If you're back in the area, come fight us again, maybe you'll find a way to deal with Iron Tail till then!', laughing, his massive hand patting the boys shoulder once, almost making his knees buckle, the man and his Pokemon went on their merry way, towards a nearby mountain pass.

Meanwhile, Gardevoir managed to prop himself up at least, sitting on the ground, looking down. He didn't like losing either, but mainly because he wanted his trainer to be happy. Feeling his trainers disappointment, he began to sob, tears forming in his eyes.

It wasn't that his trainer was disappointed with him because he lost, no he was disappointed and angry at himself and these kinds of self-loathing emotions hurt Gardevoir deeply.

The Pokemon jerked in surprise when he felt Calem's arm sling around his body.

'I'm sorry, I messed up again... and we're out of berries and potions too, I can't even heal you up.', the boy tried to lift his Pokemon to its feet. 'Try to stand... There, you can lean against me. Slow steps, ok?'

Gardevoir tried standing, though being a good head or so higher than his trainer, he had to lean down uncomfortably far to make anything out of his support.

'I don't think we'll make it back to Town before nightfall either... let's try to go back to that hut we passed earlier. I think it had a bed, you can rest there. I'm sorry that's all I can do right now...'.

The Pokemon shook his head. 'Gar, garde.' - It's ok, it's not as bad as it looks - Smiling on against the sting in his stomach where the Iron Tail had hit him hard, being only borderline-convincing with his face still wet with tears.

They walked a small distance down the route, staying away from the grass. Wobbly steps, slow and noticeably arduous for Gardevoir, whose legs continued to cave in.

Stopping, Calem spoke to his Pokemon: 'This isn't good, is it? I'm too small for you to lean on right... here, let's try something different.'

Shifting himself in front of his Pokemon, he crouched down, taking Gardevoir's hands and moving them over his shoulders, crossing them over his chest. 'Hold on tight, I'm going to carry you.'

'Gah!', the Pokemon yelped as he felt his trainers arms wrap around his thin legs, pulling them forward, lifting him off the ground. Surprised and afraid to fall back, Gardevoir clung to his trainer hard, pressing his horn into his back.

'Ouch! Gardevoir, careful with the horn. Try to relax, I got you.', Calem pressed his hands up against his Pokemon, trying to supporting his weight as best as he could.

'See, I can do that much at least.', he took a few tentative steps, finding his balance, before walking down the road. 'This is much quicker, just hold on for a little longer.'

Gardevoir relaxed a little, resting his head on top of his trainers blonde hair. He still held on tight, his arms pressing against Calem's chest, but shifted his upper body a little to the side, so his horn wouldn't poke his trainer in the back so much.

The Pokemon felt happy when he realized Calem's mood was lightning up. He was still upset about the loss and blaming himself for not being able to heal his Pokemon, but being able to help in some way was still making him feel better, which in turn made Gardevoir feel better too.

He also felt happy to be so close to his master.. their bodies pressed together, he could feel his heart pumping in his chest, working to keep both of them moving forward... and his hands touching his... his butt.

'Voir....', the Pokemon exhaled, tensing up a little, his cheeks flushing just a little.

'Is everything ok? We're almost there, I'm sure it was somewhere near. Just hold on a little longer..'

Relaxing, pressing his weight against Calem's palms again, Gardevoir shivered just a little.

He was overwhelmed by just how much his trainer's touch was affecting him now. He had all but forgotten how much he longed for it, but the boy had always acted uncomfortable when he tried to make such close contact... So he eventually stopped trying, fearing it might drive them apart. Gardevoir tightened his grip, pressing himself closer to his trainer, as repressed feelings were bubbling back to the surface.

The place was a little farther off than the boy remembered. Or maybe it just took longer while carrying a Pokemon. At just around 90 pounds, Gardevoir wasn't exactly heavy, but Calem had always been travelling light and it hadn't taken long for his steps to slow down. It was still faster than limping side by side though.

Gardevoir, though concerned a little about the boy's waning strength, didn't mind being able to cling to him just a little longer.

When they finally arrived at the wooden shack, night had caught up to them. Calem's breathing was heavy, as were his legs. His clothes felt damp on his body, but he was glad he managed to make it anyway.

Pressing his shoulder against the wooden door, Calem pushed himself and his Pokemon inside, looking over the place in what little light shone through its windows.

It wasn't anything fancy, a small hut with small windows, a table with some chairs, a bed in a corner, a stack of candles to bring some light into it and a fireplace. No electricity.. There were many huts like these spread over the region and trainers where free to use them to rest. Not all were in good condition, some were pretty banged up by thankless people and their Pokemon, but this one was in rather good shape, it even seemed like one of it's latest residents had taken the time to clean up a little. Or maybe they had a Minccino do it, either way, there was surprisingly little dust around.

Just a few more steps, the boy sat down on the bed, releasing his grip on Gardevoir's thin legs. About to stand up, he felt his Pokemon holding him tight, whispering a weak 'Gar.' in his ear, as if to thank you, but he really meant - Not yet -, wanting to hold on to his trainer just a second longer.

'You're welcome, but you really need to lay down now.', Calem struggled himself free from his Pokemon's grip quickly now. Had it been in better condition, he might not have succeeded, but he did.

Slinging an arm around Gardevoir's back for support, he lifted his legs, turning the Pokemon's body around and carefully let him down on the mattress.

'Just rest now, ok?', he patted Gardevoir's green, shell-like hair, before turning away to light up some candles and the fireplace, bathing the cabin in warm, flickering lights.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he drew up a chair next to his Pokemon's resting place.

'You'd think, after wandering though the world for several months on end, carrying one Pokemon wouldn't leave me dripping like a marathon runner..'

He chuckled, getting out of his blue zipper jacket, hanging it over the chair, looking over his partner.

Gardevoir reacted only with a quiet whine. Without his trainer's closeness, smell and warmth to distract him, he couldn't help but submit to the damage he received earlier.

He'd already been close to going down, a Tackle could have finished it, but that Iron Tail out of nowhere did a real number on him.

Calem put his hand on the big bruise on his Pokemon's side, but pulled it back quickly when it winced at the touch. There were minor scratches and bruises here or there, but the one close to the red crystal horn on his chest was clearly the worst.

Taking the Pokemon's hand instead, he spoke: 'I'm so sorry I let this happen... in the morning, I'll carry you all the way back to town if I have to, so please be ok... if there's anything I can do for you now, just let me know, ok?'

Gardevoir was deep in thought, he felt Calem's genuine concern, as well as his determination to help him if he could. The boy would have fought an Ursaring over an Oran Berry for him. He wouldn't have won, but he would have tried.

With his trainer staring down at him, holding his hand, a thought occurred to Gardevoir. There was one thing that would help him, in more than one way actually...

'De...voir?', the Pokemon nodded slowly.

'What is it? Are you thirs-', but his words were cut off. Leaning forward, Gardevoir pressed his puckered lips against Calem's, initiating a Draining Kiss. He could have placed it anywhere, but he went for the boys small lips to soothe a different ache. He really didn't get more than a peck out of it, but while a swarm of butterflies invaded Gardevoir's stomach, the young trainer was dumbfounded for a second, his eyes wide. Then he hastily pulled himself away, standing up, throwing over his chair, staggering, almost tripping as he put some distance between them.

In his heart, he might have wanted to do anything for his Pokemon, but this was crossing a line! Spitting to the wooden floor, rubbing his forearm over his lips, he found his voice again, hollering into the small room: 'What the heck Gardevoir?! What'd you do that for, god! You're a Pokemon, and a -guy!-', he put special emphasize on that last part, 'My first kiss... gawd!'

As Calem continued talking to himself, insisting that this couldn't possibly count, his words and actions stung in Gardevoir's chest... It confused him, how the boy could feel one thing so clearly, but act against his feelings so starkly. He could still clearly feel that the boy wanted to make him feel better, but different feelings, embarrassment and shame, were rushing in, drowning out his good intentions.

He didn't want that. Unable to close himself off of his trainers emotions, he himself began feeling ashamed of his actions and thoughts. What was he thinking, he, Pokemon and a -guy-, wanting to be with his trainer, stealing a kiss like that.

Tears filled his big red eyes as he started to sob and snivel, drowning in unknown sadness and remorse.

Shaking and crying, he lifted his body from the mattress, repeating his name over and over, pleading, between sobs, for Calem's forgiveness, taking small, unsteady steps towards him.

Snapping out of his initial reaction, the boy's stomach twisted as he faced his Pokemon again, beat up and tears running down his face, stepping towards him, a shaking hand reaching for him. Then he heard the heartbroken voice, every syllable a punch in the gut.

'Did I do that?', the thought swirled through his head, as the Pokemon staggered and fell.

Reflexively, Calem dove for his Pokemon, trying, as good as he could to keep him from crashing to the ground. At least he more or less cushioned his fall.

'Ouch... are you ok, did you hurt yourself?', genuine concern had returned to his emotional canvas strong, concern and guilt.

Crawling out from under his Pokemon, Calem struggled to lift Gardevoir from the ground and bring him back to the bed, where he sat down next to his Pokemon. Now he felt bad, really bad for the way he snapped at his hurt Pokemon.

Faint memories of a move that could heal damage, that he never let his Pokemon use and eventually forgot, returned to him.

'I'm... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten angry like that... I overreacted... that was so sudden and weird. Were you trying to heal yourself?', he asked, unable to look at the sobbing Pokemon, but sounding very apologetic.

Gardevoir's sobbing weakened a little, but he couldn't honestly answer that question without angering his trainer again, so he remained silent.

Calem took a deep breath... 'Gardevoir, will this really heal you? Does this even work on me?', he had never seen the move in use, he really didn't know. Neither did his Pokemon, having never actually used it himself... but he could answer that question without lying, it would make him feel better, one way or another, so he nodded his head, quietly replying '...voir...', shifting one wet eye towards his trainer.

The boy silently struggled with himself. On the one hand, all of this was on him, getting his Pokemon hurt, no items to heal it, even making it cry now. On the other, there was kissing another dude... and a Pokemon too.

But he had to, right? What kind of trainer would that make him, if he let his Pokemon, his friend, suffer through the night, just because he was being squeamish...

Finally, forcing his face to look towards his Pokemon, he mumbled some words, quick and quietly: '...justthisonce...'

Gardevoir's heart skipped a beat, his head perking up, but he hesitated. Had he really heard right?

The blonde boy's face turned red, his blue eyes moving down to avoid his Pokemon's gaze.

'Gar, gar?' - Say again, can I really? -

Taking a few deep breaths, but not raising his eyes, he spoke, more clearly this time: 'If there's a way this heals you up then... just this once, you can do it...', he avoided calling it a 'kiss', somehow that made it easier, but he turned redder anyway.

A wonderful small feeling sparked and spread out in Gardevoir's chest, as he rubbed some of the tears from his face, a faint smile on his lips now.

'He said I could. He said I could!', for a moment, he thought of nothing else as he leaned down towards his trainer. Halfway there, he couldn't believe it... what if he ran away again? A small knot formed in his stomach, but the boy stood his ground, even lifted his face towards the Pokemon, though he had his eyes closed tight, as if he was expecting to be hit. Well, in a way, being on the receiving end of an actual Pokemon move might be considered being hit.

Not even an inch away from the boys thin lips, Gardevoir too closed his eyes, not trying to blend out what was about to happen, but throwing away sight to better concentrate on touch.

And then their lips met. A second passed, two, three... the knot in Gardevoir's stomach disappeared and the butterflies returned, as the Pokemon pressed harder against Calem's lips, who remained passive, but didn't waver.

'This is it. My first and second kiss... both to my Gardevoir.', the boy lamented, but to his surprise, this wasn't as unpleasant as he expected it to be. Well, considering he expected he'd be puking all over the place, if a guy ever got this close, of course it couldn't be as unpleasant.

'What is wrong with me? I know I'm doing this for him, but why is it so easy?', he didn't want to think about the answer that would appear most obvious to his simple, young mind. It slowly got harder to think anyway.

The boy felt his strength leaving him and a cloudy haze invading his mind, as Gardevoir became more aggressive, reaching around Calem's head, holding it steady as his tongue pressed between the boy's lips, invading his mouth with little resistance, revelling in the hot slickness that he found there,

As he explored his trainer's mouth, the Pokemon felt tingly all over as the pain left his body. The more he healed, the more he tasted his trainer and the more he thought about his trainer tasting him, the harder he kissed, the deeper he wanted his tongue to reach, the closer he needed to be to the boy.

With more and more energy passing from him to his Pokemon, Calem began feeling light headed and he barely noticed how the Pokemon had pressed up against him, nor the green hand that moved over his back.

Gardevoir tried to draw it out, a minute passed and his smacking got louder. After almost two minutes, Gardevoir's kiss had turned into a sloppy assault by then, the Pokemon finally broke away from his trainer, a thin rope of saliva connecting both of them for a while.

A shiver went down Gardevoir's spine when he looked at the boy in front of him, his eyes now half-open, unfocused and dazed, lips glistening, his mouth still remaining open. Then he slumped backwards into the mattress, the sudden movement snapping the boy out of his stupor.

'Is it over?', the words sounded a lot less pleased about it than Calem intended. His Pokemon fell down next to him, holding a hand to his horn, huffing happily, as he tried to prevent his heart from jumping out of of his chest.

'Are you feeling... better now?', Calem propped himself up on a wobbly arm, feeling a wave of relieve. Quite a few bruises had disappeared from Gardevoirs body and the big one, the one on the side, it seemed smaller at least.

His arm gave in and he was down on the matress again, panting hard. His head still felt somewhat mushy, the rest of him feeling quite literally drained, but he was happy that Gardevoir felt better now. That's all he was feeling good about, right?

Despite not being very aware of it, the physical intimacy had an effect on the young trainer beyond draining his strength. He wouldn't have openly admitted it if he was asked at the time, but his brain had already showered his system in adrenaline, dopamine and oxytocin, making his heart flutter, his stomach tingle, his pants tighten, among other things.

And Gardevoir picked up on it. Unlike humans, Gardevoir can't help but perceive emotions for what they are.

Excitement, love, longing, arousal. New, deep and honest, pure. But also a little scary to Calem, mixed with embarrassment and insecurity... those feelings that would, given the time, bend and twist the others back in line.

While in his trainers mind, the nice feelings after their kiss were already being dissected, justified and classified to fit his pre-existing comfort zones - it feels good to help your Pokemon - just confusion after losing energy - his hands must have touched me there, of course that would stir a reaction... - Gardevoir saw, nay, felt through all of the pretence, right to the core of what they were. Affection, affection for him.

Like waves of water on a beach, nice, soft and warm feelings wash over Gardevoir, rippling through his body, blood rushing to his face and loins, more so than before, as his breathing became heavier. As he synced with his trainers emotional world, he concentrated on the positive feelings, cheering inwardly with joy at the marvellous sensations he had caused in his master with only a kiss.

His heart had always held great affection for his Trainer. He never treated him badly on purpose and he always felt his remorse, if his recklessness caused him any pain or injury. He felt how, at heart, he was very important to the boy. But Gardevoir had also felt how he got uncomfortable, whenever he acted on his feelings. How he got flustered and angry when he tried to hold his hand one time. And how he was quickly pushed away when he tried to hug his trainer after a great victory.

He wasn't even supposed to 'stare at him like that' because it 'gave him the creeps' and 'what would people think if they saw him staring like that?'.

But maybe now and if it's only this one time, while his emotions were drowning out his pesky, insecure mind, maybe today they could be together.

It had to be, he knew it. High on his masters feelings, while he was still recovering from the Draining Kiss, Gardevoir turned to Calem, placing a hand on his heaving chest and swinging a slim white leg over the boy's own.

Both stayed silent while Gardevoir drew small circles over Calem's torso, breathing in the smell of the blonde boy's hair while blowing hot air in his ears.

Taking the boy's silence as permission, he placed sweet kisses on Calem's head as his hand wandered southward, eventually resting on the boy's crotch. Calem tensed as the Pokemon pressed against the growing bulge in his pants.

No! This was going to far. 'Gardevoir, no, I can't...', but his resistance as vocal only, his body betraying him by slightly pressing up against his Pokemon's palm.

Between kisses, Gardevoir whispered calming words to the boy as it used surprisingly nimble fingers to unbutton and unzip his pants.

Calem's fingers dug into the sheets below him when he felt Gardevoir's hand slide under his briefs waistband. He drew in a sharp breath when the Pokemon grasped his hard rod, freeing it from its confinement.

The Pokemon shuffled around now, crawling on hands and knees to get a better look at his trainer. From what the Pokemon could tell, his five-inch erection was pretty similar to his own, varying only in color and size.

Despite the similarities, it was exotic to the Pokemon non the less, and it belonged to Calem. His Calem.

Rubbing sliding the skin over his shaft and head slowly, he greatly enjoyed the small motions he could coax from his trainer, who was looking away, still struggling a little with where things were going, but not interfering.

But boy did he jerk up when he felt his head engulfed by the hot wetness of his Pokemon's mouth. After the initial jolt of pleasure was over, he sunk back into the mattress, biting his lip as moans tried to escape his throat.

A challenge to the excited Pokemon, as it began to lick and suckle the cute boy's member eagerly. He wanted to hear more, more of his moans, wanted proof from his lips that he was feeling good, even though he clearly felt his masters rising desire.

'Why... so good..', he mumbled to himself as the Pokemon's tongue circled around his head, still trying to argue why this was feeling as good, no, far better than anything he imagined before. Wanting to stop, but at the same time needing to continue.

He could feel an orgasm approaching, just when he was about to tell his Pokemon, Gardevoir stopped for a moment.

'G-gardevoir?', the feeling was waning instantly, but he couldn't bring himself to ask his Pokemon to continue directly.

Then, a thin leg swung over his head as Gardevoir straddled his chest, the white flaps of the Pokemon's dress-like attire dropping down around his head.

Gardevoir needed to bend his back a little, but he just had to have his trainer see what he did to him, had to have it touch him, even just a little.

Calem had a perfect view of his Pokemon's lower regions. His stiff cock, estimated at about a little over four inches, boobing with Gardevoir's motions was the same alabaster white color as most of the Pokemon's skin. His balls, small, smooth and plump and of the same color as the rest. There didn't seem to be a blemish on either of them them, as they dangled above the boy's face, dripping small drops of clear liquid dripping down on his face.

Calem wanted to protest, somehow, anyhow, wasn't another dick supposed to be icky? And so close to his face, but he couldn't. Instead, his senses tried to tell him how beautiful all of it seemed, how nice the faint scent of his Pokemon smelled, and how shapely the Pokemon's butt was - and his senses only screamed louder to do something with what was presented to him, as the Pokemon's lips closed around his member again.

Blushing as a sudden moan escaped him, he reached for what appeared the be the least compromising option and grabbed the Pokemon's cheeks, fondling them with all the skill of an inexperienced boy.

He squeezed the small, but surprisingly firm globes of flesh and muscle, lightly slapping them the way he had seen in an adult film once.

The boy didn't really know what he did, but neither did the Pokemon and feeling his master's hands on his body, for the first time taking some kind of initiative in all of this gave made him shake a little with excitement, giving him goosebumps even, as he moaned around Calem's cock in his mouth.

Though having his ass fondled like that felt nice, it only fuelled the Pokemon's desire to have something else touched, so, spreading his legs apart a little more, he lowered his hips further.

Gardevoir made himself gasp with pleasure as the leaky tip of his cock brushed up against the boy's still damp lips.

Slowly, the Pokemon began to hump his length along Calem's face as he continued to gulp down on the boy's prick.

Meanwhile, Calem was surprised as he tasted... nothing. He felt the slimy substance on his lips, knew that some of it was running along his tongue already, but it didn't taste like anything. Why wouldn't it just taste aweful and vile and give him a reason to stop this? The musky scent invading his nostrils grew stronger, but he didn't even manage to dislike that.

No, he even wanted more, more of both, the smell and the tasteless drops on his lips and the warmth of his Pokemon on his face. Feeling his orgasm on the horizon, feeling so good... he simply couldn't stop himself from opening his lips further.

'Fair is fair, after all...'.

Lifting his chin and using one hand to push Gardevoir's thin rod down a little, it sunk between his lips with the Pokemon's next hump.

A shiver went down Gardevoir's spine when he suddenly felt his cock engulfed by moist, warm flesh. Was this really happening? Was master really returning his physical affections in kind?

The Pokemon felt unable to to move for a moment, as if any movement could take away from this sensation. Only his heart was raging in his chest now.

Puzzled by Gardevoir's sudden stop, Calem tried to push up his hips, as he began to suck on his Pokemon's cock, pretending like it was a lolipop. It's not like he knew much more about blowjobs...

Much to the boy's dismay though, as Gardevoir felt his trainer's lips wrap tightly around his cock, beginning to move, clumsily, but enjoyable non the less, he felt the burning urge to exclaim how good it felt.

Gardevoir arched his back, stretching his head high into the air, Calem's dick leaving his mouth with an audible pop, as he moaned his name into the night, pleasure and excitement thick on his high-pitched voice as he pushed his hips down on the boy, shamelessly grinding his package against Calem's face.

Out of reach - no matter how high he raised his hips, Calem felt nothing but the cabin's air on his prick and his Pokemon's weight on his face. His own pleasure interrupted yet again, again, so close, gave rise to a desperate need and desire to find relief... one that his Gardevoir quickly took over for himself.

Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter to the Pokemon, all he felt was a burning in his loins, as a single urge swept over him, blanking out any other thought.

'Gaaaarrrr~.', his voice turned slurry as he repositioned himself, aligning his hips and the boy's face, pulling out slowly, before slamming his length back into Calem's mouth.

Calem stiffened up when he felt Gardevoir's slim cock poke at the back of his throat so suddenly, gagging and struggling a little as it repeatedly pushed against his uvulae. But despite the discomfort, despite his struggles, he didn't push the Pokemon off.

Gardevoir gasped with every thrust, deaf to the gurgles below him and blind to the unattended piece of meat that helplessly swung around in front of him as he quickened his pace, his balls connecting with the boy's face with audible slaps.

His hips pistoned back and forth, harder and faster as the Pokemon lost himself in his selfish chase of pleasure, ironically fuelled mainly by his trainer's neglected desires.

A shrill squeak rose from Gardevoir's chest his whole length disappeared inside Calem's mouth, as the boy's throat finally gave in to the continuous pounding.

Looking down, he saw the boy's throat extend and bulge slightly whenever he pushed his hips forward, the image sending shivers down his spine. It was just about all he could take. Wanting nothing more than to push even further down the boy's contracting throat, Gardevoir put all of his weight behind his final trusts as he felt a pressure build up, inching closer and closer to the release he craved so much.

As Gardevoir pushed deeper down his throat, his urge to gag intensified, the sensation forcing tears from his eyes. Finally, something negative about all of this, right? Yet, it barely seemed to bother the boy. Neither were the white marbles whipping against his face for more than a minute now. It was uncomfortable, his neck was hurting somewhat, breathing was complicated, his throat felt like it was cramping up around the invader and his larynx stung as it was pushed out of the way again and again. And in the face of Gardevoir's constant teabagging him, part of him tried to make him understand how he should feel degraded. Yet he couldn't hate it.

Finally, Calem felt his body rocked by a last hard trust, before Gardevoir held still. From his position, he could see his Pokemon's buttocks clench and unclench and he felt Gardevoir's cock jerk in his throat. This had to be it. His Pokemon was cuming right down his throat.

After the first spurts, Gardevoir moved his hips again, slowly pulling back, leaving only his head between Calem's lips as he filled his mouth with sticky cum, only occasionally dipping his cock, along with some of his salty load, back down the boy's throat.

Most of his load was either swallowed to make room to breathe, or pushed down Calem's throat, but, some of still managed to spil out over his lips.

Finally, coming down from his orgasmic high, satisfied with himself and the world, Gardevoir pulled his slimy tool out, smearing it over the boy's face as a few remaining drops of cum leak from it's tip.

The Pokemon was panting hard. He felt so fulfilled and more than anything, he was happy that his trainer was the one that made him feel so, his heart brimming with love for this young man below him.

Though, the slightest seed of doubt was trying to invade him now. 'Just this once...', that's what he said, wasn't it? Even though he got so much more out of it than he ever dared to dream, the Pokemon felt the small knot return... what if this was it? What if they were done, now that he had felt so wonderful?

...It would be ok. Memories of this moment would accompany him for the rest of his life and it would be ok, as long as he could spend the rest of that time near his master...

'AAAh!!!rde...', the Pokemon was ripped out of his lamentation when he felt a lick across his still hard member.

'He wants to go on! He wants to go on and he wants more of me!', his heart almost exploded with happiness and lust and a little bit of wishful thinking.

The boy didn't really know what to do now. He was a little disgusted at the bitter-salty taste that had filled his mouth, stubbornly lingering on his tastebuds, somehow scratching in his throat. Yet, he felt strangely intoxicated by the thick, gooey texture and odor that almost overpowered his sense of smell. Not to mention everything else that happened while this cute Pokemon had forced himself on him. It confused him... cute? Had he just called his Gardevoir cute?

He just had a dick in his mouth! He remembered times when he told people to eat a dick, like that Rattata-obsessed kid from Johto that still called him after they left the country... wasn't that supposed to be a bad thing? He just had his throat violated and swallowed a flood of sperm and he called his Pokemon cute for that?

Yet, he went for it all on his own. When it forced its way down his throat, he hadn't tried to shove the Pokemon off. And when it exploded in thick spurts, he barely entertained any option but swallowing. Even now, he was absent-mindedly licking what had overflown to his lips...

Drunk on his Gardevoir's seed and still hard as a rock, undeniably horny, he barely believed what he thought about doing next. Just in order to get his Gardevoir to go back down on him, of course. He'd come so far, leaving unrelieved would only make it worse now, wouldn't it?

The blonde boy swallowed hard, before extending his tongue and dragging it along the underside of his Pokemon's cock, still slimy with spit and cum, renewing the thick taste in his mouth. Pushing his own hips upwards, hoping his partner would follow suit, he continued his lick over the Pokemon's small, but plump balls.

Yes, showing instead of telling, that logic was impeccable, wasn't it? 'Just a little more and Gardevoir would surely continue too...', his thoughts were clear and determined as he sucked one testicle between his lips. Gardevoir moaned at the attention, his alabaster rod flexing, his anus twitching in front of the boys eyes.

The lick continued towards the Pokemon's crack. Yes, he'd just adapt what he always imagined he'd do with a girl one day, how much worse could it possibly make him look now, anyway?

But before he could make it to Gardevoir's little hole, the Pokemon crawled off of him.

Shaking with excitement, the Gardevoir used what of his psychic powers had recovered to slip his masters pants and briefs, as well as shoes and socks right off of him, flinging them across the room.

Calem let out a surprised squeak as the ground seemed to break away below him. No, the ground was still where it belonged, he himself was being lifted into the air by invisible hands, rotated and then dropped down in the centre of the mattress.

Gardevoir sat down between the boys legs, one hand drawing small lines up and down his thighs, coaxing a cute moan from his lips as he squirmed at the touch. As the green hand moved closer, his dick was jerking a little. 'Yes, now, just a few more seconds and it's my turn, please, go on.'

But his Pokemon showed no intention of hurrying up. Another flick of the Pokemon's wrist and he had unbuttoned his masters shirt, literally, the buttons where flying through the air.

Getting the hint, the boy snaked his arms out of his sleeves. He was lying in front of Gardevoir, completely bare now, suddenly feeling awfully self-aware of himself, as his Pokemon eyed his young, slim body up and down.

Gardevoir licked his lips, drinking in the sight of the beautiful boy in front of him. He had seen him in the nude sometimes of course, having traveled together for so long now, but never this close and never so openly.

His blonde hair dishevel some, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes shyly averting his gaze, Gardevoir licked his lips. That he was allowed to see him like this made him tingle all over.

His chest, not muscular, but lean and on its way to be and his flat tummy were both heaving visibly. And his cock... his master was quite a bit smaller than him when it came to body hight, but he outmatched the Pokemon down bellow.

No matter, the way it rested against his lap, stiff, jutting with his heartbeat, quickly, expectantly... it made Gardevoir's heart race. He could feel his trainer's embarrassment as the Pokemon's eyes lingered on him, not stemming from what others might think any more, but only concerned about what his Pokemon was thinking of him right now. So cute, so much cuter than he had ever known him to be.

Leaning forward, his body pressing up against Calem's, Gardevoir purred his name in his trainers ear, before drawing his tongue around its outer rim, nipping on the lobe playfully, making him pant and moan in pitches neither Pokemon, nor trainer ever expected to hear.

The psychic type revelled in all of this, loving the way his master began to twitch and squirm against him, as he made his way down his neck, planting small kisses and licks on the soft skin. He placed a hand on his chest, feeling how it rose and sunk quickly, his heart beating fast below the surface. Beating for him? The Pokemon couldn't hold back a smile.

Meanwhile, the boy's mind went fuzzy, every little touch, every small caress setting of a small explosion inside him. All of this felt so good, too good even, almost unreal. His skin felt hot, but wherever it connected with his Pokemon, it was set ablaze, leaving a small fire that lingered long after Gardevoir had moved on.

Could this really be? And with his own Pokemon, the pretty male Gardevoir he always fought off when he got too touchy-feely? Did that mean he was gay after all? What if anyone found out? What would his friends say? What if... his mind wanted to race away from the moment, trying to escape to a place it was more comfortable with, but Gardevoir wouldn't let it happen.

Sensing the approaching shift in emotions in his trainer, Gardevoir swiftly interfered. Sliding one hand behind his masters back, pushing his chest up, he latched onto the boys nipples, aggressively sucking the sensitive flesh, lashing at it with his tongue.

Sliding his other hand over his master's hip, he began roughly fondling his cute butt, making the small body squirm below him, twisting wildly at the Pokemon's two pronged attack, blowing away any coherent thought.

'Ahhhhhhh~ Gaahrdevoiiiir, whaaat are you doing do meeehhh~', the boys words were slurry and thick with pleasure.

Sucking hard and with an audible 'pop', the Pokemon pulled his lips from his nipple to speak, panting: 'Gar- voir, garde!' - Everything I can do to make you feel good - Or everything to make you mine, something along those lines.

He smiled, looking at his trainers face, beet red, a finger between his teeth, trying to hold back that slurry, squeaky voice.

His skin was damp, small beads of sweat having formed on him, his eyes glazed over with lust, need even, his eyes moving back and forth between the Pokemon and the wall, like a rat trapped in a maze, searching for an exit but not knowing where to look for it.

Then Gardevoir realized, he was still looking for release! It downright slipped his mind, but he never gave him the satisfaction earlier, did he? He'd gotten so distracted with his own lust and the boy's body and his reactions.

And in a way, that excited the Pokemon. He must have been close, yet, aware of it or not, he didn't seem to try and seal the deal by himself.

Calem had, for lack of a better word, completely surrendered himself to his Pokemon, stepped in this maze, thrown away the key and trusted that he'd let him find the way out. And he couldn't possibly understand how much that meant to his Pokemon... and maybe, in the grand scheme of things, he was trying to atone in a way?

Not that Gardevoir was resentful about how long it took for a moment like this to arrive, but in a way, it did seem fair to draw this out just a little bit longer.

With renewed vigor, Gardevoir dove at his master's chest, biting the other nipple, just hard enough leave the faintest imprint on it and to elicit a sharp 'Hssssssss'ing noise, as the boy drew in a sharp breath through his teeth. His other hand slide along the boys thigh, gripping and squeezing it along the way.

Gardevoir kept playfully gnawing on the tender flesh, before finally continuing his decent. Leaving a trail of saliva behind him, the Pokemon twirled around his bellybutton once, before dipping his tongue in, making the boy giggle like a girl, until he bit his lips, trying to stop himself.

Once again, Calem tensed a little as the wet organ came closer to his penis.

'Now?!', he hoped, but then it took a turn to the side, continuing parallel to his length. A disappointed groan escaped his lips as only the side of Gardevoir's head grazed along his shaft.

Reaching his inner thighs, Gardevoir nibbled the soft flesh before sucking it hard, giving his master a hickey that would still remain days later.

And then, the grand prize. Extending his tongue, pressing up against the base of Calem's balls, Gardevoir moved his tongue in one continuous lap, over the hairless flabby skin and along his masters shaft, making him flex his hips in expectation.

Calem dug his nails into the mattress, moaning, 'Finally...'.

Reaching the tip, Gardevoir twirled his tongue around the head once, scooping up a few drops of precum, before... he moved past it.

'Ahhh, no, whyyyy!', the boy's voice rose to a whining pitch. But Gardevoir continued, crawling forward, the Pokemon moved back over the boys belly, down his innie, over this chest, along his neck, over his chin and over the boys lips, finally giving his nose a quick peck, as he stared deep into the boys brown eyes, gently smiling at him.

Gardevoir was toying with him. He was so close, so very close, just one more touch, one more lick, he could feel it, he didn't need any more... but for a fleeting moment, he thought that maybe, he didn't even want any more... it felt so good to be toyed with.

They shared a moment, Calem breathing rapidly, unable to look away from those huge, red eyes, balancing on an edge so thin, it might cut him in half any second, as his Pokemon's hot breath hit his skin.

And then, Gardevoir rose up, as he used his Psychic to drag the boy's legs into the air and towards his torso, hooking his arm's under the boy's knees, grinning wide.

'N-no... donnn't...', Calem's resistance was pitiful at best, it barely even qualified as keeping up appearances anymore. Whatever voice in his head was trying to get the boy to snap out of it, to stop this before that final line was going to be crossed, it had no saying anymore.

It was drowned out by his rising excitement, as Calem felt his Pokemon's cock, still amply slicked up from his previous visit down his throat, pushing against his virgin hole.

His state of mind didn't remain unnoticed by the psychic type, as he began to whisper his name, over and over, telling of his love and adoration and gratefulness and how wonderful he felt, here, now, so close and about to become so much closer. While he pushed his hips forward, sinking his head into his master, his whispers became moans as the heat of Calem's tight insides engulfed him.

'HAAaaaahhh-', Calem couldn't help but to moan, as the white rod entered his body with little resistance. Too good, it felt too good as his body stretched around his Pokemon, not by much, since Gardevoir wasn't that big, but then, neither was he and he still received Gardevoir so easily.

The sounds and the feelings... and a growing craving for more... it was too embarrassing. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the sounds he made, flinging an arm over his face to hide, twisting his body just a little. Not enough to hinder Gardevoir though, quite the opposite even, as the motions sent sparks through his body.

Halfway in already, Gardevoir whispered to the boy - Please, let me see, stay with me, I need you here... - in a language the boy couldn't understand, as his arm was pushed out of the way again and his yaw opened, just a little, freeing his lip, just enough to bring back the moans.

Another inch, the slim cock pulsed inside him as he tensed up, so close... and then, with a final, sudden push, he felt Gardevoir's skin against his own, as the Pokemon pressed his hips against him and the boy was pushed over the edge.

Staying buried deep inside his lover, Gardevoir moaned in ecstasy as Calem's body wrung around him, clenching hard as jets of cum splattered across the groaning boy's body, the first hitting his chin and neck, a few splashing on his chest and stomach, with a rest pooling under his cock, now slowly shrinking.

Gardevoir never even blinked, watching every second of his master's performance, using all of his willpower to hold still until Calem calmed down again, looking back at him with unfocused eyes, face flushed, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Only then, as his squirms died down, did he slowly pull out almost all the way, leaving the boy with a strange, unfulfilled emptiness inside.

Bending down, Gardevoir lapped up some of his master's seed, though kinda salty, to him, it tasted most savoury on his tongue. Collecting more of his masters mess, Gardevoir pushed back into his hot bowels, smaller and between hard breaths this time, but like music to the Pokemon's ears non the less.

After he made it all the way to Calem's neck, he slung his arms around the boy, mashing their lips together hard, as he started to build up a steady rhythm.

To his surprise, he felt the boy's tongue pressing against, then pushing past his lips, grinding against his own tongue.

Their kiss grew more intense and both got a taste of their respective flavor, as they swapped cum and saliva between them, though, due to gravity, most of the slimy mixture ended up in Calem's mouth, who swallowed it down without a second thought.

Continuing the kiss, Gardevoir pistoned his hips harder and faster, quickly approaching his own climax, moaning around the boy's tongue, before pulling away to slam himself into the boy one more time, rocking his body with the force of his thrust.

Calem felt his Pokemon's hot seed coat his insides, as Gardevoir's shrill moan rung in his ears, before it died down and turned into a satisfied murmur.

Pumping a few more times, bent on leaving every drop of his cum inside of his trainer, he watched the boy intently.

Calem was spent... his first time... he just lost all the virginities he had to offer, to another guy, his own Pokemon. He had blown his load with a dick up his ass... and he didn't see anything wrong with that. No, he loved every moment of it... and he loved the Pokemon that made him exprience all of it... the one that still stared down at him with lusty eyes, pumping into him with a growing smile and... a tear trickling down his face?

There was no doubt about it... love... that was love he felt just now, pure and without restraint, not blemished by any other feeling... Gardevoir had been happy, more than happy even, but still, this one feeling burned up everything he had inside and replaced it with pure bliss, so much that it forced tears to his eyes.

The boy in front of him, he had managed to turn him into a complete mess... sweaty, breathing heavy, covered in sticky fluids, inside and out and somehow, it had won him his heart.

Leaning down, he moved in for another kiss, as he resumed his humping, vowing to himself that he would make their love grow even more.