Ch. 83 - B Side
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Belle - Trainer's Lucario
In the quiet of the room, I embraced him. Truly and fully. For what felt like the first time. Let my hands appreciate the way his skin felt, the way his shoulders moved as his arms wrapped around me in turn. The feeling of his chest, rising and falling with his breath. Slow, and relaxed. His aura had gone through so many different changes in the evening. Conversations with Claire and Tempest leaving his lust on full display, before they'd shuffled off to shower, arm in arm. Their laughter, and then their moans through the door. Teasing, no doubt, but it was an invitation he passed on, his attention on the rest of us. The lighthearted warmth that seemed to radiate from him as he swapped jokes with Mira and Alcyon.
That warmth had become home to me. Even before I realized it. Helena and Sybil were right. It was our job to protect him. If they would protect his body, then I would protect his innocent heart.
Dinner had been ordered from a nearby restaurant, nothing too fancy, and Sybil had scrounged the nearby trees for a bit to add to it. A light meal. Enough if only just. Judging by the way he'd been looking at me, clearly intentional. A heavier meal might have taken the wind out of our sails, and neither Helena nor I wanted that. Conversation had been lively, and cheerful. His aura shifted to a kind of complacent happiness. Asked about plans, he made promises of taking on the local league trainers. The lapras had joined in, with an excitement I hadn't anticipated, encouraged him to give everyone a proper alola. Alcyon even offered to help 'make an entrance with a splash'. One more for our team, if only for the moment. Glad for it, though. That she felt like digging in with the rest of us.
That she felt welcomed to. It was because of his aura. Because of who he was. An idiot, Helena had called him. I had bristled, back then... but I came to realize she was right in some ways. I couldn't imagine myself being afraid of him anymore; he was too honest. His honesty lead us, and everything that came after was then entirely his fault. As the evening wound down, and Claire and Tempest finally had enough of each other's company in the surely dreadfully cold water now, we all kind of came to the realization that there was no way the room was big enough for us all to comfortably sleep out of the pokeballs. Alcyon was the first to call it a night, with Penance not long behind... but before long it was just the three of us. Helena, my master, and my anxiously beating heart.
A heart that had only begun to calm once his arms were around me. Calmed, in defiance of everything I believed I'd have to feel again tonight.
His lips found me, then his tongue, and my thoughts stilled. Everything in the room seemed to follow. For a moment there was just nothing, nothing besides the warmth of the man who held me. The joy of the taste of him. A little sweet from dinner still, a taste that he doubtless shared in turn from me. It was so much different, the way things felt tonight. The way his hand at my back made me tremble. I found myself reaching for it, guiding his grasp lower, brushing against my tail, sending a pinprick of pleasure up my back. He took the hint, and let his fingers wander, grip me, pull me close, and it was everywhere in the world I belonged.
In his kiss, in his touch, all of my senses had sharpened, or muted. I'd closed my eyes, and all I could hear was the thundering of my heart. The wet noises of his tongue and mine clashing. The slight creak of the bed beneath us as I pursued him. Our breath, the murmured laugh from Helena. I could smell him, his skin, the soap he used, and his sex. I could smell Helena too, hers was tart, and with the way she moved closer, it perfumed the moment. I had turned my attention to her, I was going to ask something, but those words were unimportant. Trivial.
Helena's kiss met me next, and she left me stunned and breathless with her passion. My hands had left him, slid through her thick fur, teased at her horn, before she pressed it against me, pushed me back. She shared a look with our trainer, and he seemed to understand without a word between them, hoisting me up to sit in his lap, the heat of his body, of his urgently throbbing cock pressed against my ass as she pushed her nose between my legs. I couldn't help myself, my hips moved of their own accord, writhed and wiggled in his lap, grinding against him. It felt so good to just feel his need of me.
"Don't worry." She said, a low, breathy tone I'd never heard from her before. "Just relax. Let him hold you, however he wants. You're mine first, tonight. Understand? I've had a lot on my mind, and you're most of it." She teased, before nipping at one thigh, then the other, pushing them apart and into his hands.
I didn't. I didn't understand. Not at first. He took my legs in his hands, and held them up, and open. It was humiliating as she sniffed at my sex. I couldn't meet her gaze, for all she was staring up at me, searching for something. I couldn't meet his, either, the playful rumble of his laughter at my back sent a chill down my spine before the first brush of Helena's tongue matched it from the tip of my tail up. I tensed, somewhere in me I froze up, panicked.
I felt for a moment like I needed to apologize, they both had stilled, but he shook his head, and I could feel the warmth of him. His body, his hands, his heartbeat, his aura. "Go on." He encouraged, and I trembled as she moved in again. Deeper this time, the warmth of her tongue pushing through my folds, writhing, filthy, hungry. Looking away from him, she seemed so much bigger from where she was. A rumble of a growl, the nudge of her horn against my leg, keeping me open to her.
She'd always been my weakness. I hated to admit it. I couldn't argue against her, or reason with her, or convince her of much of anything. All the times I tried so hard to keep a cool head, and she always knew how to push me off balance. No matter how I tried, it seemed like I was always caught up in her rhythm. When she wanted something, there was just nothing I could do. I shouldn't have been surprised that this was so little different... for all it was so very, very different!
I moaned, and didn't realize I had until I felt his laughter again, then hers. I didn't understand why they were laughing, why I felt trapped between them, and at the same time wanted it even more. I felt a fresh flush of embarrassment, but it wasn't the only feeling flooding me. He'd let go of my thighs, his hands sliding up, teasing at my sex with one, and squeezing my chest with the other. I wondered if he liked what he felt. I was somewhere between his body and hers. A softness for his fingers to squeeze against, when he wasn't teasing at my center spike. It wasn't sensitive like my breasts. It was just pressure, where it anchored to my chest. I'd been struck there, used it to defend myself, and it never felt like much of anything. Not before, at least.
Somehow, everything was too much tonight. That pressure was the most intimate, frustratingly sexy thing I'd ever felt. His fingertips drifted away to my breast and I felt the bud of my nipple rising up to greet him. It hurt when he pinched it. Rolled it between his digits. I gasped, and Helena pushed deeper, and somewhere in it, I'd wrapped my legs around her, bucked against her mouth. Pleasure, pain, their auras and mine, it was a blur of aching hunger and need I'd never felt before in my life.
I wanted them to stop teasing me. I never wanted them to stop. I was embarrassed, ashamed and completely off guard. But at the same time I felt so safe, and so complete between them. My heart and my mind rebelled against each other. Indecisive, to the end. But my body? My body betrayed me. My body was the honest one, far more than my heart or my mind now. I could only follow the pleasure, rising so quickly now. I had no idea what was coming.
It was his kiss that sent me over the edge. I turned my head and there he was. His tongue and mine clashed. We warred for territory, and control. At times I ceded, let him take me exactly how he wanted. At times I pressed, and sought his retreat relentlessly. A muffled moan from him, my hand behind his head, keeping him there, the same as my legs around Helena. I wanted it. Arceus, but I needed it like water!
All of my thoughts and feelings had stilled the only thing that was still real was being trapped between their tongues. Yielding to his, then to hers, as they toyed with me. I was helpless, whimpering and bucking against Helena with the pleasure she gave me. I could feel master's cock as I moved, grinding against him with every motion. Lust and need radiated from him, his hands had begun to wander me. To feel me up completely. And my hands met him, led him. I taught him my body, even as we learned it together.
If my chest was closer to that of a human woman, my pussy was more like Helena's. His fingers probed against the swollen, desperate triangle of my womanhood, and I could feel myself dripping. From Helena's attentions, and my own need. She continued to toy with me, her tongue lapping at me, making me jump and jolt as she found one sensitive place after another.
It was his kiss that brought me to the first peak, and Helena's tongue lead me to the second. So deep now. So deep in me I could feel the way it curled against my walls. Could feel her breath against my swollen sex. Ached for her. Ached for more. I chased his kiss now, and he took every affection I had to give. Nipped at my tongue and drew me in. Let me lead his hands to play with me, even as my best friend devoured me. They both lead me to pleasure, and it was everything I had never dared dream.
Breathless, panting, I relented at last. Dizzy, and giggling as he laid me down on the bed. I'd expected him to pursue, but he stood beside me, held my hand. Helena joined at my other side, the bed a little too narrow for the three of us to fit comfortably. But that troublemaker was scheming. Maybe it was perfect, after all. She was scheming... which was good, because I couldn't have held a thought at that moment if our lives depended on it.
Helena
"Good girl." I said, nuzzling against her with my wet cheek. She looked like she might protest, but instead opened herself to my kiss, the taste of her pussy fresh on my tongue. "You always were, weren't you?" Yeah, and I fucking hated that about her, most days. She was the good one. The perfect one. Always so fucking helpful, always so fucking sweet. I hated that about her and I loved it, too. More importantly, tonight I could use it.
"You're gonna be a good girl for me, aren't you?" I asked, nuzzling against her cheek. "No more struggling against it." I murmured, kissing her again. "You belong to me, don't you?" Another kiss, a bite at her shoulder, her moan soft and confused as she looked to me. Confused, but she nodded... and I knew she meant it. Whatever happened next, she was mine to look after. I was the one who had to lead us. The one she could rely on for this. To take her into this place, and guide her through it. I took her surrender and led her to him.
"You're gonna be a good girl for him, aren't you?" I asked, pulling away, making her chase down the next kiss. "You'd better be." I murmured as she nodded again, her head against mine. "You're mine tonight." Words I repeated to her, between kisses and bites at her neck and shoulder. "You're mine, but we are his." I said firmly, leading her kisses until she sat up at the edge of the bed. Go on, Master. She's ready for you now. It's time for us to teach her where she belongs." She was confused, as my paw reached for her head. Bewildered as I pushed her head down, but she opened her mouth as he moved in front of her. "Show him. Show your master you know how to be a good girl for him."
She was still lost from the rush of it all. The orgasms we'd both just given her together. The weight of my words, maybe even the surprise within herself at the acceptance of them. She looked to him, for permission. Or for a command. She'd have done anything, probably. Done anything he wanted. Been anything for him tonight. It was my job to make sure she didn't falter this time. Didn't get scared. Didn't have time to think about anything.
"Don't stop halfway." His words were softly spoken. A whisper, an encouragement. But she wouldn't have heard them that way. In the place she was, it was an irrevocable command. It was an order, and something I knew, with a bitterness in my heart, that she'd felt before. Her ears fell back in shame, even as her head moved forward. But he didn't just leave her to the task. His hand brushed against her cheek, and forced her gaze up before her tongue could reach him. "Make me proud tonight, Belle."
I could have kissed him! He deserved so much more than a kiss! It was exactly what she needed. A different feeling in a familiar place. The difference of his touch, his affection. In a single breath he'd reminded her of who he was. Of who he was to her. Her ears perked up, and I could feel her spirit rise again. She nodded, and turned her gaze back to his cock, determined as though she had been called to battle.
Her attentions came with an inelegance I hadn't expected. Pushed deep right from the start, her hands taking hold of him, keeping him from moving away. It was enough to throw me off. The sight of her throwing herself into the fire like that was enough to spark one within me. "Good girl!" A praise she'd earned, the filthy little fellatrix. "Worship your master's cock. You made him work and worry all this time, you have a lot to make up for, don't you? Use your tongue, all the way out!" I ordered. From my position I had a nice close look at that wet pink length, as she lapped at his balls even as she gagged herself on him.
Belle was relentless! Her tongue pushing further and further, as much as she could reach. Every gag and heave of her leaving him wetter and wetter. Master moaned, and that made Belle moan. She wasn't half as subtle as she thought, her hand drifted between her legs, played with herself as she gave him everything she had. His hand at her cheek slid behind her head at some point, but I knew him well enough. He'd only caressed her, encouraged. There was no grip, no force. It was a shame.
For all he trembled and moaned, his gaze was worried. He looked to me as if to ask me to stop her. Had begun to pull himself back. But I wasn't about to let him get away, springing off the bed to shove my horn into his hip, forcing him back into her mouth, hard enough to choke her. A surprised gurgle that ended in a satisfied hum and a pleading gaze up at him.
"Don't." I scolded, as I stared up at him. "If she needed to stop, she would." She moaned at that, a muffled mhm that ended in another choking sound. I was glad he trusted me. If I had to explain it to him, I'm not sure he'd have gone along with me. This was how it needed to be. How it had to be, I thought. She had begun this path, he needed take her through the rest. I was making her do all the things she'd been forced to, and as guilty as I felt knowing that, I knew it was right. In my horn, and in my heart, I knew.
She only proved me right, her hands reaching out to grab his hips, pulling him into her even harder. Her head bobbed above me. A relentless assault on him, even as her body desperately struggled for breath. I could feel pleasure rising in my horn, but it was twisted, different. It was tinged with a lot of other complicated and messy feelings. I couldn't make sense of it, and struggled to. I was so distracted by it that when he spoke to me, I was powerless against it.
"On your back, Helena. High enough that Belle has enough room." The tone sent a chill down my spine, but that was nothing compared to all the sensations my horn just went through. Gods, but I could have wet myself. I had never moved faster to do something he said! When he led her to the bed, Belle made show of crawling up toward me, a glance over her shoulder at our master, a shake of her hips in knowing satisfaction as he watched her every move. Then her attention turned to me, her tongue at my sex, worshiping me every bit as passionately as she'd just pleasured him.
I couldn't wrap my legs around her the way she'd done to me, but my paws took hold of her head, pushed her down even as he led her to eat me in turn. She devoted herself to it. Her tongue slipped past my folds, deep as she could manage, her breath came in short hot bursts as his fingers manipulated her. Caressed and teased at her dripping pussy. I could hear how wet she was as he began to penetrate her. She came before I did, and I wanted to scold her but all I could do was whine as her tongue writhed and curled within me.
"Arceus, what are you, a fucking octillery?" I more growled than said as a second wave of pleasure hit me by surprise. I had no idea her tongue could reach that far, and regretted all the time we wasted arguing over the years. "Don't you dare fucking stop! And you , fucker!" I scolded master. "What do you want, an invitation!? Fuck her, already! She's begging you for it!"
Trainer
Helena was right, Belle was putting on a show for me. Begging me to take her. In the midst of it all she'd hiked up her tail, shook her hips at me. Pushed into my fingers, did everything she could to make herself an enticing target. Helena thought she had the upper hand, but even now Belle was a disciplined fighting pokemon, through and through. She had been lost at first but recovered enough to give me a sign. Recovered enough to claim her own ground even as she gave the initiative to Helena. Her surrender was something she could have retracted in a moment, if she really wanted to.
I could respect her fighting spirit. Her will in this. She accepted because she chose to, not because she was defeated. I met her heat with mine, her body yielding to the intrusion, opened to receive my attack. I had intended to stop halfway but she pushed her ass into me when I slowed down. I could feel the resistance within her, where her smaller body struggled to accommodate a human cock. I towered over her in stature, but that meant nothing to the steel and determination in her heart. She whimpered, and I felt her tense. I knew that it was pleasure and pain. Could feel every surface within her, spread wide to take me. My truncheon battered her inside from the very start, but neither of us would cede this territory. She laid claim to me every bit as much as I had her.
Fucking? Fighting? To her it was one and the same right now. This was a battle, and she was counting on me to be her equal. To accept her as my equal. This was a dance, and as her hands reached behind her back, blindly toward me, I grasped them. She was counting on me to lead, to accept her as my partner. It was love, abuse, and invaluable instruction.
Every thrust of my hips, I tugged her by hand and wrist, pulled her into me. Every time my hips met her ass, she pushed her face harder against Helena, who was desperately gripping at the back of Belle's head and gyrating her hips to try and hit all the right spots. Her moans and whimpers were muffled by pillows and bedding. Somehow she'd half buried herself, as if she didn't want to be seen like this. Although it was a moot point, she writhed so much her head kept poking through, a deep flush of embarrassment, need and lust betrayed by the delicate skin inside her ears.
To say nothing of the slack, open mouthed panting as she threw her head back and came again.
"This is mine, Belle." Firmly spoken, as if I were giving orders in a league fight. " You're mine. Quit slacking off! You wanted me to fuck you? Push those hips into me. Kick against the bed if you have to!"
It wasn't just about the sex. I gave her an insight in the moment. Let her take control in her own way. One foot swept up close to her chest, planted against the tired old bed and she pushed with all her might. She gasped, whimpered, went halfway slack as the force of the motion hit her deep inside. I knew she might as well have been kicked in the stomach for how it felt, and backed off. But she growled, and looked over her shoulder at me. "I'll tap when I need to. Stop being polite and fuck me!"
When Helena looked up, irritated that her pleasure had been interrupted, I spanked Belle's ass, one sharp hard swat into the next. More strength than I'd have given any of the others. "Who said you could stop? Get Helena's holes ready for me. When I'm done with yours, she's next!" The lucario gasped and bucked. The sting of the blows startled her. I had shocked her. That melted immediately into a grin, and a low husky reply of "Yes, sir!"
Belle - Trainer's Lucario and Lover
Arceus but it hurt! His spanking had set me aflame inside. Found a weak spot I didn't know I had, and I was a puddle. It hurt, and that pain transformed the pain of his thick human cock destroying my pussy. It went from an agony I endured to an ecstasy I embraced. I had been forced to orgasm before, but I'd never felt a climax that came like a constant rolling wave. My muscles ached with the tension, and the sudden flood of warmth of his semen in me was like an answer to a prayer I didn't remember chanting.
He pushed so deep I thought I'd suffocate, too! When he came inside me, there was nowhere else he was trying to put it but in my womb. Master bred me. Passionately. Purposefully. He tried like hell to impregnate me, as if it would take by sheer desire and force of will. I knew it wasn't special. That I wasn't special in that regard. He gave all of us that same passion. But that meant he loved me the same. Loved me just the same as he loved Claire, or Tempest. I was equal to them. Equal to them, in his eyes! I wanted to cry, I wanted to laugh, but when he pulled out, I just wished he'd fuck me some more!
"Master, please!" I begged, between my devotions to Helena. A hoarse, panting cry for more from him. I begged him that he wouldn't be done with me yet. I'd waited so long to find this moment, had lost faith that it could even exist. I needed more!
There's an old human saying, to be careful of what one wishes for. I was keenly aware of it when I felt that hot, slick cock against the tight ring of my ass. I had been fucked that way a lot, and it never got easier. It always hurt, and stayed hurt until I could move enough after they were done hurting me to do something for it. He was going to ruin me. I could feel it in his aura. He needed this, needed to define us. Our relationship. My place beneath him. I was going to let him. I took a breath, and relaxed as best as I could.
I waited. I waited for him to hurt me. I accepted it, embraced the idea of it. Humans were humans in the end, and I loved this one. It was okay if it was him, I told myself. I waited, and nothing happened. I could feel the pressure, he was right there. The heat of his cock against my tight ring. Pulsing and throbbing. Promise of the punishment I was about to get. I was scared and nothing happened.
So I breathed again, and looked over my shoulder. Even Helena had fallen still, watched, mesmerized by it. The little trouble maker's nasty plots coming to fruition as she took in the sight of him towering over me. My hands still trapped in his, helpless, even if I had thought to struggle. Maybe if I'd kicked, but he was too close for that, really.
Yet, still nothing happened. I took another breath, and felt the pressure slack. Felt the slow parting of my ass. He'd begun to thrust, but only the barest hint of it. It felt strange. It didn't hurt. Not really. It was uncomfortable, but it wasn't painful. I was confused and lost, and then I could feel him a little deeper. I could feel everything. For all the times I'd been abused, I'd never felt this before. I'd never been allowed to feel this the way I was feeling it now. I could feel the head of his cock, pushing in, and being tugged on as he pulled out. A little more now and I'd started to feel it in my belly. Helena had wriggled free from beneath me, come up between his legs. I could feel myself getting wet all over again. Then her tongue hit me.
I'd only ever known how to be used. To be hurt. To be fucked and raped and ruined and left sobbing as I tried to put myself back together again. To endure another day. I was prepared for that. I had steeled my heart to it. I had made peace with it for the sake of this beautiful man. I was so afraid, and I was still afraid it was a trick, but it wasn't.
Something I'd only ever known as humiliation, and pain... tonight was the most wild, intimate and sexy thing I'd ever felt. I didn't realize I was moaning until I heard my own voice echo in the room. "Oh, shit..." I didn't cuss, did I? "Oh fuck!" I did, and I came. Between the two of them I didn't have a choice. it was going to keep happening. I wanted it to. I needed to cum for him. For her. For them.
"Be a good girl, Belle." He instructed, letting my hands go. "Lay against the bed, reach back and spread your cheeks. Show me how much you love me."
Arceus, but I'd have shown him anything he wanted. I was worried about my chest spike tearing up the bedding, but I did as he asked, let my feet spread apart a little wider, and pulled hard at my ass to give it to him as he pleased. I'd been humiliated this way in the past. Made to spread myself open so some filthy human could use me, or torment me with toys. Or worse.
The humiliation tonight was how badly I wanted him to see me like that. I wanted him to enjoy the sight of my ruined holes taking his cock in! I wanted him to watch as his seed dripped from my pussy, Helena lapping it up like ice cream. I wanted this man to have me however the fuck he wanted. I wanted him to humiliate me, because I knew he'd never hurt me. Not like I had been before.
The ways he did hurt me felt as beautiful as his aura. The ache in my belly was perfect and welcomed. As satisfying as a hard day of training. The ways he used me shattered the shackles I'd worn since the day I was sold. I wanted it. It was so strange, to want this!
The night was young, and by the time it was over, Helena and I would be closer than we'd ever been in our lives. I'd return the attention and then some. Lavish her aching, abused holes with all my affection. I didn't mind serving her. Not like this. I owed her everything, after all. My rival, my best friend, and from now on, my lover, and my master's lover.
I couldn't wait to watch him fuck her. The anticipation of that was almost as good as the way his cock left me aching inside!
Helena - Trainer's absol
He'd moved from her ass to mine. Took my legs and held me in place. Looked to me as if to ask permission. "Dumb fuck." I answered, turning my head to the side. "I promised anything. Don't make me fuckin' repeat myself, you pervert!" So he didn't... didn't make me repeat myself. I wasn't ready like she was, and he wasn't as gentle, but he didn't need to be. I could take it. I could take anything he had to give.
But being teamed up on wasn't fair at all!
Belle had straddled my face, smeared her dripping wet pussy against my mouth until I took the hint, it was eat her or suffocate. I growled, but it didn't last, her fingers at my pussy saw to that. I didn't know what to do, where to move or how to writhe. If I focused on making sure his cock went in easy, Belle abused my pussy. If I focused on making my pussy feel good, he got rougher with my ass. All the while I couldn't really protest, with a mouth full of swollen lucario quim! I could taste the sourness of his cum in the tart of her fluids. Could smell her sweat and pleasure. Fuck's sake, but that was all I could taste or smell, and all I'd be tasting for hours after, I knew!
They'd turned the tables without a word. Like it was the natural progression of things. My turn to be held down and used. I hated how much I loved it, too. It wasn't like me. It wasn't my speed at all, and at the same time I just wanted him to fuck me harder. To really mess me up. Wanted her to push those digits in as deep as she could get.
I knew she could tell, she could feel my aura, after all. Unlike that stuck up psychic slut, she didn't need to read my mind, she had my body on speed dial. And our master? Our master payed attention to us as a matter of instinct. He looked to our feelings better than he ever had cared for his own. When she got aggressive, so did he. Pretty soon I couldn't move or breathe or even squeak. All I could do was hold on tight because they were going to fuck me 'til I blacked out.
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Arceus, but I didn't know how literal that was going to be. It was dark in the room now. My body was protesting every motion. I was being fucked still. That gorgeous human cock had moved to my pussy at some point. It ached. All the way to my womb. I could feel the heated soreness in my ass. The phantom feeling of a cock far too big for that hole, of all the abuse he gave me. He knew I, of any of them except maybe Tempest, could have handled everything he had to give. Could have endured his darkest desires. So when Belle was too tired and gave up the fight... he relied on me.
Master relied on me to finish, tonight. I was his girl. I was the one he could turn to for that perfect, primal need inside him. I was the one who could handle the truth of a man. "Go on." I coaxed, my paws wrapping around his shoulders. My throat was dry, and it hurt to speak. Belle had done a number on me before I blacked out. "Breed me. I need it, too." I could handle it, the truth of him.
His kiss met me, bewildered me. Far too sweet and loving for how powerfully his hips had begun to move against me. It was like he was trying to break me! But I could feel it. The way he swelled. It was welling up inside him. He was going to spend the last of his strength to try and defy nature. Defy the gods themselves. "Do it, fucker... as deep as you want. I'll make sure to give you a big family."
It was play. Perversion. I knew him. What he hoped for. With all of us. What he wished he could give, wished he could be. A dark and beautiful place in that human heart. He didn't want it with another human. Not even Wendy, for all she meant to him, clearly. No. He wanted to breed us. He wanted _ us _ to give him children. I could feel it in my horn, and in my cunt. Most of them would have. I'd play along, but fuck's sake, I could imagine me as a mother and it was horrifying!
His cum inside me was proof of his dedication to me. His devotion. That I accepted it so greedily... with a kiss the gods could weep for with envy... was proof of my feelings for him. He'd taken care of me. Taken care of Belle, too. The least I could do was take care of him, in kind. To handle the dark truth of him. As often as he wanted me to do so. I was glad I couldn't get pregnant from him. But at the same time... there was a kind of melancholy. He'd have been a great father. Even with as a lousy mother as I'd be.
I'd have done it, I'd decided in the end. Catching my breath, trying to find the strength to even roll over. I'd have done it. The fucker had earned the right, after all; he kept our agreement. Belle was laying next to me, exhausted, sated and smiling. Her hand holding my paw as our master embraced me in the aftermath of his last orgasm. He trembled with exhaustion as he shifted, stretched out and wrapped us up in his arms. The bed was so small it was almost funny, I knew half his ass was hanging off the edge, but with the weight of Belle and I in his embrace, he was as safe as could be. We'd keep him safe. I'd keep him safe.
I'd keep my word to him, too. The promise we made so long ago. "Anything, boss." I murmured in his ear. "No complaints, no arguments. I promised."
His response was an embarrassing squeeze of my belly, leaving his seed dripping out of me on the bed. He knew exactly what he'd done, and just smirked at me. Knew I couldn't, and wouldn't do a thing about it. When he looked to Belle, she just laughed. Reached down. "Seriously?" I'd more gasped than said as she scooped up the mess from my aching body.
"You did say anything, didn't you?" Belle asked, her wet digits in front of my mouth.
Fuck's sake. I never could stay on top for long, with her!
Belle - Trainer's Lucario
It was well into the night when master stirred me, a silent wink and tilt of his head to follow him. We left Helena in the middle of the bed, he'd... We. We had fucked her senseless together before the night was done. My hips hurt. My ass hurt. I couldn't stop smiling. I took his hand, and followed his lead into the bathroom. I loved watching his silhouette in the darkness. I blushed at the sight of the scratches I'd left in his back and shoulders, as he turned on the light, and shut the door.
I couldn't help but stare as he bent over, and started the shower. Before the water heated up, he held me. Sat at the edge of the tub and embraced me. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I was sure I wanted it, wherever we were going, together.
"I love you, Belle." As if he'd needed to say it. I winked, kissed his lips, said the same. It was true. I did love him, but it was so much more than that. I loved Helena, but my heart didn't burn for her the same as it did of thoughts of him. One kiss melted into the next and my thoughts were scattered like leaves in the wind. It felt like I'd tried a hundred times to find the words to tell him, in the moments we waited for the water. All I had was that kiss, and the way I looked into his eyes. Seeing myself reflected back in his gaze was more affirming than I'd ever known anything could have been.
I was crying, I didn't know why. I wanted to apologize, but he shushed me. Kissed me. Embraced me and lifted me over the edge into the water. He'd shut the curtain, and there we were, in our own little world, sitting at the bottom of that tub, hot water falling over us. His hands kneading at my shoulders and down my arms as he sat behind me. It soothed me far beyond sinew and bone. I'd begun to drift in my thoughts. I could've fallen asleep. Maybe I did, for a little bit, here and there.
It wasn't why he'd brought me there, I thought. His aura was one of exhausted contentment. But it was something I wanted. He and I alone together, I turned and kissed him anew. Deeper this time. Purposeful. I'd let them use me yesterday. My best friends, my lovers. I followed their rhythm, and let them do what they wanted. It was fun, it was wonderful. But it was time to do something new.
It didn't take much to get his attention, my paws squeezing and tugging on his tired, battered cock. My teeth grazing his neck. But what really did it was the whispered words I did manage. "I want you." Three simple words. Too small, and too weak to even grasp at the heart of it. Want him? Yes, and the sun is slightly warm! Still, those three words were enough. His teeth against my skin, a mouthful of the fur of my neck in the exchange, but not a whisper of complaint. My hands took his shoulders, pushed him back until he was laying down as much as he could in the small basin of the tub, leaning back against the far side as I stood up.
I wanted him. I wanted to tease him. I stood beneath the water, my hands roaming my body. Touching all the places he had the night before. I didn't know anything about being enticing, about turning a man on. I knew I wanted to. I must have looked ridiculous, like a half-drowned ratatta mimicking the motions of an arbok. But somehow I only loved everything I didn't know. I loved...
I loved the way he looked at me. The way he watched me as I moved. I didn't know how to be sexy, but with his eyes on me, I knew I was, to him. I loved the way I felt when his hand reached up, brushing against my thigh as I stood above him. I knew what he wanted, and I was what he wanted, and I wanted it with him. I loved the way his body responded to mine. The way he twitched and pulsed, as I bent forward at the hip above him, a shake of my chest, and a teasing grip on his hands to guide them over my breasts. I loved the differences between us, how much of his feelings were betrayed by the lack of fur. By the way he blushed, tensed, relaxed, breathed. I didn't need to see his aura, I turned him on, overwhelmingly so.
I loved that he let me.
I loved that I wasn't rushed, all that hunger in his eyes, and his touch. I loved that he let me lower myself slowly. Grind against him before lining us up for what came next. Being used by him last night hadn't hurt my heart, but it didn't fill it half as much as this moment did. He was mine to take, as I wanted.
I loved being allowed to want this. In my own heart and mind, being allowed to want him.
All these years, I had been so afraid. So hurt. I learned to shut down. Shut it all out as best as I could. Like it wasn't happening to me. Like it was some other lucario, and some other room. I was afraid, before. That I would do that again. Or panic like the first few times. Or forget how to, and hurt him. I was frightened of being hurt, and frightened of hurting him. I was afraid of him, and of me.
This would be the night it all changed. Forever. I was astride my lover. My friend. My partner, and my trainer. My master. I had placed myself here. I didn't feel afraid. I didn't want or need this to be happening to some other lucario to keep me safe. I needed it to be happening to me. I savored the sensations now. Overwhelming. Arceus, but he was big inside me! I could feel the way the pressure grew and slipped in deeper, the way he rubbed at me inside, in places I was already a little raw and sore. It hurt, and I knew it would hurt tomorrow, and it didn't matter. Tonight, it didn't matter at all.
What mattered was how I could feel his heartbeat, when I sank down all the way. I could feel him pressed against me deep inside. The pain of it was gratifying. This was my lover, so deep in me it felt like a punch to the stomach. I was sitting on him completely. I was leading his hands to touch me, and he was eager. I leaned in to kiss his chest, and it was with his hand scratching behind my ear.
We took our time. Would sleep in tomorrow, probably. Tonight was ours. Every kiss, every caress. The way he moaned when I began to lick at his collarbone and shoulder. The way he shivered when the water turned cold. It was a shame it had done so as quickly as it did, but I was glad we hadn't finished yet. The towels beneath me, and he above me in bed, and he was so gentle. So tender.
In the calm and quiet of the room, in the aftermath of all of our teasing, all of our lovemaking, what was left was two lovers exploring each other. Learning, one touch at a time, as much as we could about one another. It was that, I realized I'd been crying about before. That there was anything left for me that was new. That there was something left inside me that I could share with him, for the first time.