Ch. 53
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--Wendy--
So much had happened, so quickly. It was hard to believe, but it was… they were all telling the same story. Sharing the same words. It was hard to believe how close we had come to losing him. Hard to believe how much the thought of it hurt. He had become my dearest friend, outside of my pokemon. Had helped me through so much, helped me learn so much.
But it was nothing compared to how much Penance had grown since she met him. Figuratively, and literally. Having missed her evolution? That hurt too, raw and visceral. I knew what was coming next. I knew, before she asked me to come talk. Before she pulled Morrigan aside. Morrigan. It was too personal to share with Claire.
“I love him.” She was never one to beat around the bush. I knew that. That, at least, didn’t hurt me to hear. I was happy for her. I understood. I wanted to think I did, at least. “I love him, and I … I want to be his.”
I wanted to cry. I felt a little sick to my stomach, and my heart was heavy, so heavy that for a moment I thought it might just stop entirely. But it didn’t, and neither did she.
“Wendy, I’m grateful to you. I love you, and I’m grateful for everything we had, every moment, every adventure. But he’s where I need to be. He’s… I don’t even know if I can explain it. The way he is, the way he thinks and moves and acts. The way he treats me, treats all of us.”
I didn’t have a response, but it didn’t matter. Her words were all a rush, almost an assault on my senses. I understood, I did. Hadn’t I thought much the same of him? The appreciation, the gratitude and the adoration of everything he was. All of the things that made him who he was? All of the ways he treated them, that made me understand all the ways I was lacking?
I wasn’t surprised she fell in love. I was almost a little jealous. Staccato and I, what we had was something special. I’d never ask him to be anyone else. I never needed anyone else. But I understood. I understood what it was that he had, the way she responded to it.
The strength of who he was. The way he was, as a person. As a man. She needed that, and it was something I would never be able to give her. And that hurt. It hurt so much I felt like my heart would split in two.
But I understood. I understood what she meant, what she was asking. And I understood that I wasn’t losing her. Not really. Not in the big picture. I … wanted to travel with him. I wanted to battle as a league trainer still, but, I wanted to stay with him.
He was a great friend to me. To all of us. She loved him, she would be happy with him, and I knew in my heart he would take care of her the same as he took care of all of his pokemon. All of his family.
The same way he’d take care of me, if I let him. It was a tempting thought. The way he looked at them, the way he laughed with them. The way he loved them. The way they loved him. I understood. It hurt less, I think… as I handed over her pokeball. It seemed so small and fragile as she took it in her teeth. Her nose to mine, for just a moment, gratitude etched into her eyes.
It was the right thing to do. I knew that. But seeing her go to him, choose him? It hurt. But in a way I’d never ask to take back. A way I could almost have wept with joy for.
She loved him. And as he embraced her, in front of all of them, to their cheers and congratulations, I knew in my heart he loved her, too. He loved her, and he always, always would.
And I would find a way to be okay with that. She needed that. He did too, maybe.
Their first kiss was so passionate, so heartfelt that my own heart ached for it. I’d never experienced that kind of passion, that kind of devotion. Staccato loved me, in his way, but his way was patient, and longsuffering.
I could almost feel envious of her. Of the way he loved her, loved them.
But mostly, I was relieved for her. To see her so happy. To see her in his arms, the way he smiled as he held her, the way he held her pokeball, as if it might disappear or break if he let it go.
She was a treasure to him. She was treasured by him.
Morrigan’s hand on my shoulder, her smile, her knowing little nod. It meant a lot to me, put my heart at ease to know that someone else thought I was doing the right thing.
And besides, Penance wouldn’t be far away. Neither would he. He offered, didn’t he? To travel together? He’d stand by it.
And maybe that was okay too. Maybe it was okay to be so close to them. To envy her a little.
--Penance--
Bringing him my pokeball… feeling him take it from my teeth, replace that tasteless plastic lump with his tongue, his hand on my cheek, drawing me in, encouraging me to kiss him exactly how I wanted to, my tongue slipping past his lips, daring him to suck and nibble and linger just the way he did… I could have melted, then and there. I might have, a little. With all of them watching. Tempest pushed us back together as our kiss parted, and neither of us resisted.
I’m not sure which of us lead the other, we were both of the same mind, as we slipped away. I knew what he wanted. As he straddled my shoulders and held on, I knew exactly what I wanted, too. It was Claire’s laughter in my mind that cemented the idea.
I’d never felt so strong before, never felt so confident. Carrying him? Easy. To the top of the nearby peak? Child’s play. I wasn’t even breathing hard when we got there. But it wasn’t good enough. Not for me. He deserved better than that. There was a taller peak, looming over us. I wanted him to see the world from as far up as I could take him. I wanted him to myself, a mile above it all.
So I ran, with him on my back, laughing and holding me tight. His warmth against me, hands sliding through my fur, kissing me all over, until we were at the highest place I could find. And I warmed the chill in his body with mine, as he stripped down, bared himself to the elements, and to me.
I could smell him, in ways I hadn’t ever before. He was delicious. I could smell the earthy scent of his sweat, the faint hints of salt, and a sense of masculinity that ran far deeper than anyone else could even understand. It drove me wild, and for a moment, I could think of nothing more than how badly I wanted to have my tongue all over him, all over that scent.
I didn’t even realize I’d taken him into my mouth until I heard him moan. It was embarrassing, but with his cock on my tongue, his hands slipping through my fur, pulling me in, more and more, I didn’t want it to change, at all. I wanted to give him that pleasure. I wanted to give myself to him. To surrender to him, entirely. I wanted him to take me. To put me where he wanted me, and show me what I could do for him.
I promised him before that I would always feel this way for him. I promised him love and loyalty, and in that moment, I understood what it meant. What it meant for me. I was his. I wanted nothing more than that. Whatever that meant to him, whatever he needed me to be. And likewise, I needed him, too. To show me how he felt. To show me what he wanted. To help me understand where I belonged, with him.
So I devoted myself to it. To pleasing him, as a woman. Gave him my body, then and there. And when he turned me around, and I felt him push himself into me, that greedy length slipping past my hot walls, buried inside me on that mountain, I melted for him. I wanted it so badly that nothing else mattered. I pushed back, and he took me, hard and fast.
His hands on my belly, slipping through my fur, sent jolts of pleasure through my whole body. He teased me, all over, and all I could do was hike my ass up a little, and beg for it. Beg for him to fuck me, to take me. I could smell his sweat, different than before. The sudden rush of the scent on my nose drove me wild, and I could feel my hips shaking back against him. I could feel my whole body surrender to it. To the male mating me. Driving me wild in ways I had never felt before.
I didn’t realize how loud I was being until I heard it echoing back at me, but it only spurred me on, my pussy clamping down hard around him, dripping to the rocks beneath us. The wet, lewd sounds of his cock pushing and pulling through me as my whole body shuddered and surrendered to everything he was doing; it was a beautiful sound. A beautiful feeling, and as I hiked my tail up higher, he grabbed my rump with one hand, thumb tugging against me, teasing my ass as he fucked me, deep and hard.
He didn’t hold back at all, pumped into me, again and again. It drove me wild, the feeling of that heat slipping in and out of me. Every nerve in my body was on fire as I felt it dragging and pushing on my walls. I just took him away from everyone else, stole him away just to feel this… and they let me, and he wanted it, and I wanted it, and for the first time in my life I didn’t have anyone to answer to but him…
When he told me he was about to fill me, I pushed into him.I didn’t want him to spill a drop anywhere that wasn’t deep inside me. I was his girl. I was his. However he needed it, however he wanted it. I’d never tell him no. I’d never pretend I wasn’t.
And neither did he, his hands gripped me tight, pulling me into him, as my tail brushed against his bare chest, trembling with delight, as he pumped me full. Flooded my womanhood with every last drop.
As he finally relaxed enough to sit, he didn’t even feign surprise at my tongue bathing his manhood, and those beautiful, well spent orbs. I took my time, cleaning my pussy off of his cock, then just teasing the length of it, as he caressed me. It was an addiction. I loved his scent, his taste. I loved the taste of his seed, and the way he looked at me.
I’d do it for him, whenever he wanted, and I knew from the look in his eyes, it would be almost constant. He loved it, the way I licked him. The way I loved him. The way I looked at him as I pleasured him. He didn’t need to say a word, his touch told me everything.
I was a good girl.
I was -his- good girl.
--Claire--
Honestly, it seemed every time I turned around, someone else wanted a turn with him. I’d created a monster! But I fucking loved it. He was insatiable, and I knew I’d have all the details later. I could almost feel his pleasure as he came, from wherever it was the girl took him. Just a sudden burst of white-hot satisfaction, betraying the moment he hit his peak. The first of several times that day.
I wondered if my mother felt it, but she was in the middle of talking to Wendy, and didn’t give away anything when I looked. Mira felt it though, her ribbons wrapped around my arm, a knowing little smirk on her face as she pulled me back to join everyone around the ashen remains of the campfire.
I decided in the end that I might not have really wanted to know. My mother was a very different woman than my childhood image of her had been. She wasn’t as vocal about it, but I could tell she was enjoying things a little too much.
Tempest distracted me shortly after, her broad hands slipping through my fur as she met my eyes with a teasing, longing expression. We slipped away soon after, and found a quiet place in the tall grass. Her tongue and mine danced for what seemed like hours, as she caressed me, in all the right ways. I couldn’t have resisted it at all, as she slid her hand up my thigh. I wanted it. I needed it. The feeling of her fingers against my aching, dripping sex. The look in her eyes as she teased her way down my body, and back up once more, this time replacing her probing digits with her tongue, lapping up my nectar and pushing in as deep as she could get it.
I couldn’t hold back, I wanted it, wanted her so badly that before long I was using half of her muzzle for my pleasure, pushing her face into my cunt, again and again, grinding it against her, as she growled and teased me all over until I came, marking her with the sudden spray of pleasure.
Watching her lick it off of her fingers, and her muzzle was … it was exhilarating, and she went right back to it. I was still so sensitive from what she’d just done to me that I couldn’t do anything but moan and writhe beneath her probing tongue as she brought me to peak again and again. Colors that didn’t quite exist flashing as I closed my eyes and rode the waves of pleasure and passion.
As she raised her head and smiled at me, I all but tackled her to the grass, my hands entwined with hers, pinning her down as I kissed and nipped at her neck and shoulder. She writhed beneath me, her hips against mine, spreading her legs for me as I kissed my way down her chest, feeling her muscular body beneath my fingertips as I made my way to the soft, swollen sex waiting for me.
Her scent, warm and earthy and familiar, danced across my senses, and that puffy, needy, greedy cunt seemed like it would melt against my tongue as I lapped at her leaking entrance. She bucked and writhed beneath me, and before long I was pushing my fingertips into her, slow and deep. Fucking her there in the grass as she panted and begged for more. Begged me to do it harder, faster.
But I teased for the longest time, as I spread her pussy open. My fingers probed, writhed, dipped in, more and more, until I was able to slip another in, and another, my hand pushing into her beautiful pussy as she bucked and came around the sudden stretching of my fist inside her.
She pushed hard into me, and I met her hips every time. Her hot, wet walls clutched at my hand and she all but howled with delight as I gave her the fuck she was longing for. But I was only just getting started. My free hand found my branch, and slipped it free, slowly. She had no idea what was going on as I pulled my hand out, making her gush again, as I replaced it with the branch. It wasn’t the first time I’d fucked her with it, and she pushed her hips up to meet it, her eyes opening in surprise as my fingers found her tight ass.
I wasn’t surprised at how easy it was now, to slip my fingers into that clutching ring. Master loved that ass, and she loved the rough attention he gave her. If she could take him, she could take my fingers, too. Before long, she was putty in my hands, all but melting as I ruined her slutty pussy with the thick branch, and spread her ass wide with my fingers.
Her hands clutched at the grass, tearing it up in chunks as she bucked and writhed and came again and again, her whole body tensing and slacking in waves. Finally, breathless, she fell still, my hand slipping free from beneath her tail, though I left the branch in her, and rolled her slowly so we could share it between us.
I thought I had tired her out, but it seemed she was only just getting started, as we fucked the thick rod together, she seemed to get a second wind, and before long, we were competing with each other, trying to give the other the better orgasm.
It was a wonderful welcome home, and it was only just the beginning.
--Trainer--
Everything about Penance seemed to radiate sex, as we held each other in the afterglow. She outweighed me now. Easily by a hundred pounds, probably more. Her eyes were obsidian flecked with amber. When she looked out from the mountaintop, her gaze was fierce, and proud. When she looked at me, she looked almost shy. Not embarrassed, but … a little overwhelmed by the way I looked at her.
And I loved looking at her. When I took her in my hands and turned her around, I loved what I saw. Her sex, hot and wet, swollen and puffy, waiting for me to fill it up again. The sound of the walls being parted as I touched her and rubbed her. The way she looked over her shoulder at me, longing and want and just a hint of teasing as she lifted her tail and wagged it while I played with her.
I loved the way she touched me. She used her whole body to caress me, and she was so soft, so warm and silky. I loved her broad, nimble tongue, and it felt like she must have had an oral fixation, because she licked me all over. She didn’t hesitate at all, when I led her mouth to me, hot, wet, eager and despite her size, so gentle, so sweet… She brought me to more than one peak, and held me close as I trembled in the afterglow. Her on her back, and I atop her belly, her paws wrapped around me, broad and comforting. Sheltering me from the roughness of the stone and the cold of the thin mountain air.
It was almost a strange feeling, making love to her like that. She wasn’t shaped quite right for missionary, and she had to roll her hips, hold her paws together just so to get the angle right. I was worried she was uncomfortable, but her teasing little kisses, and the way she began to whimper and roll into my motions convinced me otherwise. It felt amazing, filling her belly like that. Feeling her take it all in. Her swollen sex gripping me from three distinct sides as I rocked my hips against her and finally pulled out, leaving a trail of cum dripping down to her ass.
I was tempted to take it, too, but she laughed and pushed at me with a paw. “Next time, master. Shouldn’t we take a break for now?”
She was right, of course. We must have been up there for hours, and I wanted to stay even longer, but she was ultimately the voice of reason, encouraging me to dress and find our way back down.
Claire welcomed us both back, first taking my hand and kissing me, her tongue teasing mine as her thoughts met mine. Oh. She tastes good. It amused me to think that not too long ago the idea of it would have embarrassed me, but instead, I just gave her an even better taste, my thoughts lingering on the swollen, dripping sex I had my mouth on less than an hour ago. Claire had to fight the tremble of sudden want she felt as she took all the details from me.
I laughed, as I reached out to run my hand over Penance’s head. “Looks like we’ll have company next time.” I said, as she looked up at me.
“If that’s what you want, you know I’ll do my best for you.” Penance replied, nuzzling into my hand. “I’ll always do my best for you.”
It was a day full of playing and laughter. Claire, Cocoa and Mira went down to the lakeside, while Tempest and Penance sparred with each other in the grass. Helena stayed close to me, though she was quiet for a long time.
It was a conversation that was going to have to happen, sooner or later. I knew that. I was relieved that it was sooner, to be honest.
--Helena--
“I’m jealous of them.” It was strange to admit it. But when Penance stole him away for the morning? When he came back… when they came back smelling like really good sex? The thought that it would be so easy for any of them to take him away, a little here, a little there? It bothered me.
“I don’t want anyone taking you away from me.” I felt like an idiot for saying it. He was right there. They were right there. It wasn’t like they were going to disappear on me. It wasn’t like I was going to wake up alone. But I still felt it. I still felt that sense of worry. Of doubt.
I was about to ask him what it was he wanted from me, what I could do to make sure he wanted me to keep coming back, but he interrupted me. His fingers under my jaw, making me meet his gaze when I wanted to look anywhere else. He was firm, but everything he did next after that, everything he said was gentle.
“I’m not going anywhere.” The first thing he said, as he touched his nose to mine. “I’m not leaving you behind. I’m not going to forget you exist. I’m not going to forget you have feelings, too. I’m not going to pretend you aren’t vulnerable, aren’t worried, aren’t lonely.” I loved how he cut right to the heart of it. I hated it, too. The idea that he could see right through me. See right to my heart. I hated being that exposed, but I loved that it was him doing it.
I was lonely. I had been for a very long time. And I had found someone I wanted, but he was crowded, and I didn’t know what that meant for me.
I didn’t know what it meant until he kissed me. Soft, and gentle. His lips on mine, the comfort of it, the sweetness.
It was mine, in that moment. Nobody else crowded us. Nobody else intruded. Nobody else looked up. His hand slipped through my fur, and I leaned into his touch, and for just a moment, I was his.
More than that, he was mine. No distractions. No looking away. He saw only me as he held me. He wasn’t divided. He wasn’t looking for what came next. He was looking for a way to help me understand. Looking for a way to help me be at ease. When he kissed me, it wasn’t for him. The pleasure he got was in feeling me relax in his touch. He kissed me to be mine, not to make me his.
“And don’t worry about what I want. Helena, I won’t deny it, you’re beautiful, and I would, in a heartbeat. I’d have you here and now in front of all of them, if that’s how you wanted it to be.” I didn’t, but I still blushed at the idea of it. At the idea of his hands on me in a very different way. A lurid little fantasy.
“I don’t know what I want.” I replied, my paw coming to rest on his chest, as I met his gaze. “I want to be close to you.” I said, shaking my head, before brushing my horn against the side of his head. “I don’t know what that means. What I want it to mean.”
He smiled at that, his gentle, disarming smile, as he took my paws in his hands. “And you have all the time in the world to figure that out, okay? For now, just be close to me. That’s what I want most of all. To have you here. To be able to hold you like this, and listen to your worries.”
“Fucker… you can’t… fucking… fuck. Why do you know just what to say?” I loved it, and hated it, and as I nudged him with my horn, he pulled me with him, laying in the grass. I was laying on his chest, and looking down at him as he looked up at me. It felt like an eternity, but… it also felt … right.
When I kissed him, it wasn’t a jolt of electricity. It wasn’t sunlight breaking through clouds. It wasn’t everything suddenly being right in the world or a moment of clarity and everything suddenly making sense.
It was just … right. Like being welcomed home. Safe, and happy and warm. I laughed, as I nuzzled into him, and he kissed me again, and it was right. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, or to cry at the relief of it. Maybe both. But as his hands slowly slid down my back, that teasing, knowing little smile… it felt right as I wiggled my rump just a little, until his fingers brushed against me. It felt right as I pushed into those probing digits.
It felt right as he freed himself beneath me. As I sank down on it while everyone played around us. Oblivious to our quiet, gentle lovemaking in the grass. Oblivious to how good his manhood felt, as it slipped into me. How right it felt to take him, my friend, my partner. Rocking myself against him, slow and subtle, kissing him and loving him.
It was amazing, how full I felt. The way his cock spread me open. The way it reached all the way to the back, and dragged on me, on all sides. The heat of it. I loved the way it jumped and twitched inside me when I kissed him. I loved the way his hands felt, slipping through my fur. The way he caressed my cheek, my hips, even my nipples, when they weren’t just dragging back and forth across his stomach.
I felt it in my horn before I felt it in my womb. It was overwhelming. I had to bite back the sounds I wanted to make, because I didn’t want anyone to see, not this time, at least. This was ours, his and mine, and as I stared into his eyes, he nodded, I nodded, and pushed down hard, feeling it swell and grind against me, sending a jolt of pleasure through me in all the right ways.
I had expected him to get up, to move on when he was done. It wasn’t the first time I’d been fucked, though his was my first human cock. And I’d seen it plenty, too. My old master… he never waited around when he was done with whoever it was he took. I expected it, and was ready for it…
But he didn’t go anywhere. He held me in his arms, and caressed me all over, and kissed me, again and again until it was embarrassing to have so much of his attention. He was still buried in me, and I felt his hips wiggle, just a little bit, grinding it against me. Driving me crazy and he knew it, the fucker.
I sank down on him again, just held him inside me, as my paws kneaded his chest and shoulders. It was maddening and beautiful, and I didn’t want it to stop, and fuck me, I wanted to feel him flood me again!
He didn’t look away, didn’t rush at all. Kissed me, and caressed me, and touched me in ways that made my heart skip a beat… and when he spoke, those words meant just for me, I melted all over again, and it felt right, and he felt right…
“I love you, Helena. No matter what. You’re family. You’re my girl. You don’t have to prove anything to me.” I could have cried at that. I loved how well he understood. I hated it. I hated that he saw all the things about me that made me feel weak, but I was glad it was him.
“I have to prove it to me.” I replied, nipping at his fingers. “Zip up, fucker. We’re going for a walk. When I’m done with you, you’re going to need me to carry you home, understand? You opened pandora’s box, take responsibility!”