Her Prince
Buried underneath the warmth of her thick blanket and cradled by the softness of her downy bed, Cheryl turned the page of her book. Her eyes absorbed the page's written words with urgency and passion. The imagery that sprung to life in her mind's eye made her cheeks burn and her heart flutter in her chest. The girl held her breath without thinking in anticipation of each new sentence. So absorbed was she in her trashy romance novel that all other thoughts and concerns were pushed from her mind.
It was a guilty pleasure of hers; Cheryl knew that the books were nothing more than shallow and clichéd works designed to offer empty solace to lonely single girls. They were all very nearly the same exact book written in slightly different words, filled with melodrama and handsome princes who inexplicably fell in love with the oh-so-humble yet unknowingly beautiful protagonists. Objectively, Cheryl knew that there was little of literary worth in them. Still, she was a lonely single girl in need of solace, and she ate them up.
Cheryl's hand shook slightly, her excitement building as the chapter reached its climax. Even before reaching the end, she knew exactly what would happen. Margeurite, the innocent and naïve maid, would swoon as Lord Rothby wrapped his muscular arms around her. She would melt and he would lay her down ever so gently. They would share a scandalous kiss. Lord Rothby would unlace Margeurite's bodice with restrained haste, and she would run her hands along his unblemished barrel chest. And then...
Shivering slightly, Cheryl's free hand slowly crept down underneath her covers and towards the itch between her legs. "Oh, Lord Rothby," she sighed, realizing how silly it was to pine over some two-dimensional character in a vacuous romance novel. Thinking back on it later she would be mortified. For the moment, however, she was content to lose herself in the fantasy as she gently rubbed her moist slit through her panties. She imagined herself to be Margeurite, could almost feel her lover's powerful arms around her. Her breathing became shorter and harder, her fingers moved faster and faster. Harder. Faster. The book slid out of her hand and fell to the floor, rendered unnecessary. Cheryl closed her eyes and gasped aloud. Her toes curled and her body shook. Sweet release.
When the flood of pleasure and emotion had passed, the girl went limp. Completely exhausted, Cheryl lay there and started to collect her thoughts. Little by little, the feeling that she was floating drained out of her. Opening her eyes, she sat up and looked down at the discarded book. Retrieving it from the floor, she found her place and inserted her bookmark before closing it and setting it carefully on the nightstand. She had gotten what she needed; later tonight, maybe, she would return to it. Then she climbed out of bed.
Glancing at the clock, Cheryl saw that it was noon. Often times she would lose track of time while reading; today the session had not been long. Padding over to her dresser, Cheryl regarded her reflection in the large mirror. She was still dressed in the large white shirt she usually slept it; it was a weekend, and she was home alone. With no plans for the day, she had stayed in bed far later than she should have. Pulling the wrinkled garment over her head, Cheryl stared at herself again. Her breasts were too small; her waist was too thick; her hips too. Nothing like the beautiful girls in the romance novels, she thought to herself. There would be no handsome Lord Rothby for a plain girl like her.
Sitting down with a sigh, Cheryl grabbed her brush and began to untangle her long brown hair. Going through the motions, the girl wondered why she even bothered. It's not like she had anything to do today, or anyone to spend time with. Her friends were all busy. All she had to look forward to was TV, surfing the internet, and maybe later more reading. Just like every other day, it seemed.
A hot shower improved her mood markedly. Still, she avoided her mirror as she pulled on a pair of faded jeans and a clean shirt. Things weren't as bad as she made them out to be, she had to admit. And she wasn't going to spend the day alone. She reached for the pokeball sitting on the corner of her dresser and clicked the button. The ball popped open, and a moment later her Mightyena stood before her. He yawned and stretched, then looked up at Cheryl with gleaming eyes.
Cheryl bent down and tousled the hair on his head. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "How're you doing buddy? Ready to get some exercise?" Mightyena barked and licked her face affectionately. In return, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him; he was her best and most loyal friend.
The pokemon followed close on her heels as she led him outside for a walk. When they got outside, the Mightyena dashed off at full speed. Cheryl smiled and watched him dash about the lawn, burning off his pent-up energy. Skidding to a halt in front of her, Mightyena jumped up against her. The girl laughed and tried to balance herself against his weight before giving in and falling backwards into the grass. The pokemon was on top of her in an instant. His tail wagged back and forth wildly and his tongue lapped at her face. Cheryl squealed and giggled, pretending to wrestle with him. Just as quickly, Mightyena climbed off of her and dashed away again. Rolling over onto her belly, Cheryl watched him go. She was glad for his unwavering companionship.
When Mightyena had tired himself out, Cheryl took him back inside. After a quick but satisfying breakfast for the both of them, she meandered into the living room and sprawled out on the couch. Mightyena dragged himself up after and stretched himself out against her body. Cuddling up against his warm bulk, Cheryl grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through the channels. She only half watched whatever shows were on; most of her attention was focused on her Mightyena. The feel of his furry body pressed up against her was comforting, and she soon found her breathing matching his. Cheryl ran her fingers through his black fur lazily, working her way from his shoulder down to his flank. She scratched behind his ears and rubbed his belly. Although he lay passively, Cheryl could sense his undying affection.
She kissed the top of his head and whispered into his ears. "Thank you. I really needed this today." Mightyena eyed her sleepily and responded with a half-hearted bark. Cheryl laughed and tickled his belly teasingly. They spent the next two hours lying together on the couch, the TV droning on almost in the background.
Cheryl's mind began to drift. Almost against her will, her thoughts turned back to Lord Rothby. Stupid romance novels; I oughta just throw those damn things in the trash, the girl thought to herself. But it was too late. She was beginning to feel that familiar itch between her legs. Cheryl rose and climbed over Mightyena carefully; he had fallen asleep some time ago, and she did her best not to wake him. Once she was sure he hadn't been disturbed, she tip-toed back towards her bedroom.
I'll just finish the chapter, she thought. That should be enough.
Normally Cheryl would climb under her covers and play with herself while she read. It made no sense, but even in the privacy of her own bedroom, even when she was the only one in the house, Cheryl felt uncomfortable with her clothes off. At the moment, however, the mid-day sun shone right through her window, and the room was heating up. She'd be sweltering underneath her thick blankets.
Just this once, she told herself as she slid off her jeans. Just relax. There's nobody else here. Relax and think about Lord Rothby... She was already moist. Biting her lip, she discarded her panties as well, then lay down on top of her bed and snatched up the book. Where had she been again? Oh yes, that's right. Margeurite had just ruefully confessed her forbidden love for her Lord, even though she knew it could never be.
Cheryl opened the book to the marked page and began to read. The plot was predictable, as they all were, and it proceeded exactly as she knew it would. Even so, she found herself swept up in the fantasy. As she read, Cheryl spread her legs and began to finger herself. Her discomfort was quickly forgotten. She wasn't alone in her bedroom anymore; instead she was in an ornate parlor room, wrapped up in her handsome lover's embrace. Her breasts strained at her bodice, aching to be freed and caressed. She was no longer plain old lonely Cheryl, she was the beautiful maid Margeurite, and Lord Rothby loved her.
Back in reality, Cheryl rubbed her steamy pussy with abandon. Her delicate fingers pumped in and out of her body, and she moaned out loud. She was so close now, just a little bit more. Pulling her fingers out, she rubbed her sensitive clit directly. Suddenly, Cheryl felt something unexpected. Something cold and wet brushed against her hand, followed by something warm and wet against her pussy. Lowering the book, she peered down the bed in confusion. What she saw made her heart skip a beat. Her Mightyena had come into her bedroom after her, no doubt drawn by the noise she had carelessly made. She'd been so wrapped up in her fantasy that she notice him jump up on the bed to investigate. The coldness she'd felt had been his nose as he'd sniffed around investigative, so the warmth must have been his tongue as he'd...
With a high-pitched cry of "Eek!", Cheryl dropped her book and tried to push the startled Mightyena away from her crotch. Thinking this was another game, the pokemon pushed back against her hand and took another quick lap at the panicked girl's exposed pussy. She smacked him on his nose to let him know she meant business, and he jumped back, not knowing what he had done wrong. When he was clear of the bed, Cheryl pulled her covers up over herself and yelled "Get out now!" The bewildered Mightyena dashed away.
Shaking with embarrassment and shame, Cheryl tried to calm herself down. Mightyena didn't know what he was doing, she couldn't blame him. Besides, there was something that worried her much more. What had happened was wrong, oh so wrong. Even though she knew that, however, she couldn't help but think of how good his long tongue had felt against her tender slit. No, she had to suppress that. Cheryl closed her eyes and collected her thoughts. It was over. Put it out of her mind.
Her shame did not abate, however, when she realized that she was still horny. Almost in spite of herself, she found herself masturbating again. She tried in vain to recapture her earlier fantasy, but her thoughts kept turning back to the feeling of Mightyena's soft, wet tongue. Pushing the covers back again, Cheryl rubbed herself furiously as she fought a mental battle against herself.
This time she took notice of Mightyena jumping back up onto the bed. Cheryl's eyes shot open, and she realized with dismay that he had not left her room after all. Instead, he zeroed in on her crotch with a hungry look in his eyes. Her fingers still slick with lubrication, Cheryl desperately tried to push his head away, but this time he was much more intent on his target.
"No, stop!" she nearly sobbed as she struggled with him. Again she felt the soft warmth of his tongue press against her sensitive vagina and shuddered. This was wrong, she knew, and she had to put a stop to it, and yet...
Her heart pounding, Cheryl's struggles lessened. Taking it as a sign of his victory, Mightyena mashed his cold nose against the girl's crotch. His tongue lapped her over and over, exploring every nook and cranny relentlessly. Cheryl's head was swimming. This was becoming too much for her to handle; she had to stop him now, but stopping him suddenly seemed like the last thing she wanted to do.
"Stop it," Cheryl protested one last time, but she had ceased trying to push him away completely. She barely noticed herself spreading her legs wider, giving the triumphant Mightyena even better access to her slit. Now her hands were gripping his fur, holding him in place instead of repelling him. She bucked her hips and lifted them up off the bed in an effort to press herself harder against Mightyena's tongue; when she felt it actually slip inside of her, she shuddered and cried out.
"Mightyena, if you don't stop I'm going to..." But it was too late to stop him. She was already cumming. Fluid gushed out of her pussy and coated the Mightyena's muzzle. He licked up as much as he could, enjoying Cheryl's intimate flavors. No longer able to contain herself, the girl let loose a series of high-pitched gasps. Her earlier orgasm paled in comparison to the powerful waves that wracked her body now. As her orgasm stretched on, the overwhelmed girl felt as though she were going to pass out. When the waves of pleasure finally did fade, Cheryl fell back onto her bed, totally limp.
Oblivious to any of her actions, the Mightyena continued to lick at her dripping pussy. "Mightyena, stop please! Seriously," Cheryl panted. This time he obeyed her. Sitting back on his haunches, Mightyena licked his glistening chops contentedly. Cheryl sighed with relief. For a moment, she had been afraid he'd just keep going, and she didn't know how she'd have been able to stand it. Covering her face and closing her eyes, Cheryl took a deep breath and steadied herself. She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't believe that she had just let it happen, couldn't believe how amazing it had been.
Sitting up, Cheryl looked at Mightyena, and her breath caught in her throat. Sitting as he was the pokemon's fully erect penis poked up against his belly. The girl froze. Now that she'd gone this far, she couldn't just kick Mightyena out; no, after the intense orgasm he had given her, she had to repay him. Shaking with fear and anticipation, Cheryl crawled down to the foot of the bed and sat beside him. He nuzzled up against her shoulder, and she ran her hand through the coarse fur of his chest. Little by little her hand worked its way lower down his body towards the his stiff red cock.
"You really shouldn't have done that," she scolded. "But since you did, now I have to do this." With great care, the wrapped her fingers around Mightyena's shaft. The pokemon whimpered softly, and the urgency with which he pressed his body against her increased.
Cheryl knew the basics of sex; she'd thought about it far too often not to. Nevertheless this was her first time actually handling a real cock. Her fingers explored nervously, moving from the moist tip all the way down its slender length to where it poked out of its furry sheath. The gentle caressing provoked an response; she could practically feel the penis swell in her grip, and Mightyena began to pant more heavily. Encouraged by her pokemon's reactions, Cheryl tightened her grip and began to stroke it purposefully. Her hand moved faster and faster, up and down his shaft.
A thin fluid began to leak from the tip, and it dripped down over her hands. Moving to sit directly in front of Mightyena, Cheryl leaned down and gave him an experimental lick. The spicy taste wasn't unpleasant; in fact, the naughtiness of it all made the girl crave more. Focusing her hands on the lower half of the shaft, she lowered her mouth around the top and began to bob her head up and down. At first it was purely imitation of what she'd seen in porn, but gradually Cheryl found her own natural rhythm. Once she was more comfortable, she began to work her tongue around him as well. More of the thin pre-cum squirted into her mouth, and she swallowed what she could.
As she worked him with her hands and her mouth, the base of Mightyena's cock began to swell even further. Without taking the shaft out of her mouth, Cheryl looked down in curiosity. For a moment she stopped stroking him; instead she moved her fingers down to massage the growing bulge. At the same time, the amount of pre-cum shooting into her mouth increased, and Cheryl found she had trouble keeping up with the steady stream. It filled her mouth and began to drip down the shaft. When Mightyena's knot had fully formed, the girl pulled back and gulped down the entire load.
Looking her pokemon up and down, Cheryl realized that her itch had returned. No, it was more than that now; her pussy burned with desire. She had spent so long fantasizing, but now she wanted the real thing, and she wanted it badly. Earlier she had rejected the idea of the taboo act; it had seemed unnatural and wrong. Now, Mightyena's cock looked like the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She wanted him, needed him, to take her right then and there, consequences be damned.
Cheryl scooted Mightyena off of the bed and joined him on the floor. Bracing herself on the bed, she presented her behind to him. Afraid she might lose her nerve, she goaded him along. "Come on, Mightyena. Mount me and fuck me hard!" When she felt his heavy paws on her shoulders, Cheryl felt her heart skip a beat. He was actually doing it.
Mightyena humped her frantically and awkwardly; he was too excited for his own good. Cheryl felt his cock poke against her sex, but instead of penetrating her it slid down against her belly. She gasped slightly when his stabbing prick bumped against her clit. Even the feel of his member rubbing against her felt amazing, and Cheryl allowed it to continue for a while; it almost felt like a form of foreplay. When she was finally ready to consummate with her pokemon, she reached back between her legs with a shaking hand and helped guide him towards her hole.
That was all the help he needed. With one fluid motion he took the girl's virginity and plunged in all the way to the knot. Even as well lubricated as it was, Cheryl's slit was too tight for him to go
any further. Frustrated, Mightyena growled and pushed harder, but he couldn't force his knot in. Cheryl balled her fists around her bed sheets and endured his assault; although she'd asked for it hard, she had been unprepared.
When Mightyena had finally given up on his first attempt to knot her, he returned to his rhythmic humping. As the pokemon's cock slid in and out of her, Cheryl's tensions eased and she began to moan with pleasure. She felt Mightyena's warm bulk pressing down against her back, as well as his hot breath on her neck. The sound of panting filled her ears, although she didn't know if it came from Mightyena or from her. Relaxing her grip on her sheets, she slid one hand back down towards her pussy and began to rub her little clit viciously. It took all of her willpower not to scream.
With his paws still planted firmly on Cheryl's shoulders, Mightyena fucked her with single-minded determination. The girl squirmed and cried out underneath him, exciting his animal instincts and driving him to slam his cock into her harder and harder. With each savage thrust, he felt her insides quiver. His swollen knot pushed urgently against her dripping slit until little by little, he felt it sink ever so slightly further into her. Cheryl's pussy squeezed his shaft as if it yearned for more. They could both feel it; it was about to happen.
"Mightyena, fuck me! Give me your knot pleeeeease," Cheryl bawled. Waves of lust swept through her body. She mashed her fingers so hard against her clit that it almost hurt. She needed to cum, needed to feel him cum inside of her. Almost incoherently, the girl yelled "Mightyena! I love you!"
The knot slid snuggly inside of her. The last thought Cheryl had before she began to cum was that it felt like they were made to fit together. Mightyena howled in triumph as he emptied his load deep inside of her spasming pussy. Pressing her fingers down against her clit, Cheryl could feel the knot buried inside of her, plugging her slit and bottling up all of her lover's sperm. That combined with the feeling of his warm, thick cum flooding her tunnel pushed the over-stimulated girl past the brink; she may have been moaning, or maybe screaming, but she couldn't tell. Her mind went blank, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Together, girl and pokemon shared an earth shattering orgasm.
An immeasurable amount of time later, Cheryl's orgasm receded. The first thing she was aware of was Mightyena still mounted on top of her. He was resting now; it would be some time before his knot deflated enough for him to pull out of her. The spent pokemon licked affectionately at the back of her neck and whined quietly. Cheryl wished they could stay this way forever. Then, realizing that her face was pressed flat against her bed, Cheryl turned her head to the side.
Still hazy with post-coital bliss, the satisfied girl waited for her eyes to regain their focus. When they did, she looked down at the floor beside her bed. Her romance novel had fallen open, its pages now creased. Reaching for it, she snatched the book up and threw it against the wall on the far side of the room. Then she craned her head further to the side. Mightyena met her gaze, and she smiled at him warmly. The pokemon leaned forward and licked at her lips.
Who needs that loser Lord Rothby, Cheryl thought to herself. I have my handsome prince right here. My lover, Mightyena.