The Grey Trainer
A tale of an Absol, searching for the courage to admit her feelings to her trainer.
It's been quite a struggle, but here's an update! Work has been kinda crazy lately, though through the fragments of free time I've managed to mass together, this came. This piece is a little different to my usual writing style, written very much on the advice and helpful suggestions of others - as well as being my first crack at the pokemon universe. (Thanks, Foxohki for the encouragement on that one!) Written on a PDA as usual, though for once proof read on my shiney new netbook. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Here goes...
The Grey Trainer - Part One Of Two - Courage
Snow: My heart weighs heavy with the fate of my kin.
The winds of dusk drew a fragile note from the world, a dull rustle of bared trees as winters chill coursed through the landscape. The sky was painted crimson, a perfect bloody tone reflected in the mirror of a vast lake. The waters stirred, still yet to freeze despite the cold, faint ripples sailing to the farthest shores of black sand. Grey wisps of clouds drifted through the glassy image, gradually darkening to stormier shades as a prelude to the first snows of the season. Here, where stripped woodlands thinned to meet the waters edge, a great fire burned brightly, a merry crackling quite abstract against such an environment of serenity, sparks cast into the sky to vie against the final sliver of sun for dominance of the heavens. Soft earth had been brushed aside to form a natural barrier against the wind, a large sheet of waterproof material suspended at an opposing slant to offer protection from the elements of the world, the interior cast in the long shadows of the daylight requiem.
A figure had strayed beyond the circle of firelight, silver-white fur shaded beautifully with all of the hues of the sky, a gaze of crimson more striking than any jewel drifting beyond the horizon. The Absol blew a soft exhalation through her teeth, her sigh lost in the dull whistle of a breath of wind as she immersed herself in her musings. Even from here, sharp senses could pick up the steady breathing of her trainer, a deep sleep in the wake of an exhausting day of work, an Espeon, the only other pokemon in his team curled happily upon his chest. A slight unease remained rooted in her stomach, an unsettling whine of instinct which she had no opportunity to quell.
Their journey, in this most inhospitable of times was one taken at her request. The natural ability of her kind was to sense impending disasters, earning her kin the reputation of beings of ill fortune, as if the very appearance of an Absol caused the events which they forewarned against. She grit her teeth slightly at the indignation of being subject to the superstitions of both human and fellow pokemon alike, yet memories of more recent instances of abuse were more heartening to her than she would like to admit. Her trainer was always the first to her defence, with a dark glare and calculated string of words which would cause any foe to falter, a pride drawing forth a blossom of warmth in her chest. Snow met the eyes of her reflection and sighed, pawing softly at the waters glass to distort her form, ripples melding all the world as one image. She may as well put such things from her mind. As if her trainer would ever think of her as she did him.
Her duty was to watch out for wild pokemon, for those who might raid their supplies, or otherwise endanger the camp, yet she knew there was little point. Here, at winters height in the middle of nowhere, the chances of an encounter with anything at all was slim at best, a fact which said much about the sense of their own venture, and her masters worth for indulging the call of her instincts. In fact, he had been indulging these whims of hers for the past three years, trainer and pokemon roaming the world to chase the subjects of her senses, an existence she found peace in, and contrast to the terrors of a distant past. But that would not bear thinking about; memories of cages, of being beaten by uniformed thugs, subject to cruel experimentation, shivering alone and fearful in the dark, steeped in hatred and despair.
But then Reis had come, armed only with his courage, appearing before her covered in dust and blood in the wake of his battles. He was cold, and blunt, yet within him she found a kinship for the first time, a darkness in his eyes which mirrored her own. The man had given Snow a name and a home, care and companionship, yet as she drew closer and closer to him, her heart felt more and more torn. To her, he was the whole world, her most precious thing. Though a perfect wall of morals and constraints divided them. A soft crunching noise drew her from any further musings, the subtle metronome of footsteps signalling the approach of her Espeon companion. The eeveelution drew level, her smaller frame brushing against the Absol in greeting before her head lowered to the waters surface to take a drink.
Siere took her name from eyes of the deepest shade of blue, one of the many aspects which marked her as an exceptional example of her species. Her coat was a lustrous purple velvet, her jewel a perfect ruby red, her flawless features inspiring a slight element of jealousy in the Absol. The Espeon was barely over a year old, her early evolution coming as quite a surprise as she matured swiftly into what she was today. Entering contests as a show pokemon had gained their party the coin on which to travel, leaving Snow to most of the battles of the road; an aspect which she actually found herself enjoying. A midnight lined ear flicked in agitation, the Espeon rising to fix her with curious eyes, "I don't understand why he trains so hard..." Her tone was light, almost childlike, failing to betray knowledge far beyond age, "Doesn't he trust in us? In our ability to protect him?"
Snow took a few moments to put her answer together, surveying her companion carefully. "His actions are not born from a lack of faith." The Absol reassured, "If he could not protect us in turn, then he would have no right to call himself a man." She shook her head in the wake of the eeveelution's expression, an accusing look as if her words had been particularly harsh, "At least, that's Reis' way of thinking."
Siere slumped in the sand, cat-like features falling, the Espeon silent as the sun vanished below a distant horizon. The first stars twinkled into existence against the dark canvas of the infinite heavens as the waxing moon shed its silver luminescence upon them. "Human honour is such a strange concept... I don't think I understand it at all." And Siere had a strong desire to understand, especially if it involved her trainer. Reis was precious to her, precious enough for her to evolve for his sake, "I hate seeing him push himself like this."
The Absol turned, padding back to the ring of light with the younger pokemon in her wake, dropping down beside the great fire to soak in the warmth of its glow. She must admit, Reis worked himself harder than any pokemon trainer she had ever encountered, adamantly testing his limits as he trained himself for battle as much as either of them. "I believe our kind would call this the weight of pride." The sound of his breathing drifted from beneath the awning, a soothing adagio which drew the corners of her lips into a smile, "You worry for him too much, Reis is durable if naught else."
Siere held her silence for a very long time. An Espeon would only evolve for the most worthy of trainers, a transformation born from the strong desire to protect their master. Her psychic powers, a foresight designed to shield the one for whom she cared most from an ill fate, a destiny which following the Absol drew them into more often than not. Reis was precious to her indeed, the one who had cared for her from an abandoned egg to what she was today, and age had matured these feelings into a desire for something far beyond the normal relationship between trainer and pokemon. "Reis is many things..." She mused idly, preparing to broach a now familiar topic.
"It's your heat, Siere." The Absol flicked her tail nervously, speaking swiftly, "You should not act on the desires of a mind fuelled by lust; you risk your relationship with our trainer." Her head bowed slightly, *Not to mention it's illegal by the governments standards... And jeopardises my own chances...* Snow cursed herself for her train of thought, shaking her head as if to clear it of some troubling muse. Pride would not allow her to speak as openly of her affections for her master as her companion often did, an envy for the young Espeon's fearlessness melding with a conscious rejection of her own advice. The Absol took a breath, with effort putting her mind back into order, "First heat is... Difficult. Suppress your instincts - or find yourself a suitable wild."
A playful smile drew at the corners of the eeveelution's mouth, "You're always so quick to ward me off, Snow." At her age, Siere had little luck using the powers of her species for anything more than communication and hazy foresight, yet it didn't take a psychic to see through the Absol, especially after all this time, "In fact, you're almost quick enough for me to start to think that you have feelings for Reis yourse-"
Snow's fragile vanir cracked at last, her stutter clear. "Y-you can't possibly be suggesting that I like...?" Her response faded into nothing under the psychic's pure gaze, the Absol looking down in an effort to hide her blush as Siere cocked her head to the side curiously. The cat-like creature was too smart for her own good, her impressive intellect contrasting greatly with her playful, nigh childlike naivety to form a strangely effective combination. Snow shook her head wildly, reiterating her statement with action. "Reis is my master, nothing more. You go too far."
The Espeon advanced, her eyes meeting and locking with those of her peer as she drew ever closer, the sands crunching beneath each footstep. "Oh come on, Snow. I've seen the way you look at him." Her blush was clear against dark features, stark in the firelight, the Espeon continuing to press her companion with a knowing expression. "You're always watching Reis with such a longing expression on your face - it's so cute." The Absol was weak against her teasing and she knew it, the other pokemon finding her breath catching in her chest as these words rang true. "You really love him, don't you?"
Snow winced as an expression of victory crossed the eeveelution's face, breaking eye contact and slumping in defeat as she was seen through at last. She remained silent for a long time, a myriad of thoughts and feelings threatening to engulf her. Her confidence had always suffered, her nervous apprehension a far cry from both Reis' steadfastness and Siere's playful manner. Here and now, the difference was more stark than ever. "It's not like it changes anything... A human and a pokemon could never be together." Her tone was resigned, her gaze drawn into the tantalising blaze of the fire.
Siere shook her head slowly, "I wonder - is that what you really think?" Her insights were far more accurate than she was often given credit for, and for a long time she had been watching both her trainer and the Absol. Yes, Snow was always staring after Reis, yet sometimes she could swear that he looked back with the same expression in his eyes, as if all the world stood between him and what he desired. And she had to admit, no matter how much her companion envied her nature, in truth all that she wanted for herself was the same bond that was growing between those two. "Well, I suppose I can accept you as my rival." She turned away, staggering slightly as her hind legs brushed together, a raw sensation coursing through her small body to draw forth a shiver from her form. "D-don't underestimate me just because I'm younger!"
The Absol blinked, snapped from her slump; a subtle scent reaching her as the smell of the eeveelution's heat at last overcame that of the campfire. Her eyes flicked unconsciously beneath the Espeon's tail, a fleeting glimpse of young folds puffed up, slick and shining with moisture before Siere lowered her tail to cover them with a soft almost meow-like sound. Her blush was barely visible against that velvety fur of purple, yet from her whine and expression alone her situation was made clear. Her jaw set defiantly, and she looked away. "Oh for Arceus' sake, Siere. If it's really that bad you should return to your ball - there's no relief to be had out here."
It was true. To roam too far from camp was dangerous, despite the seemingly deserted nature of their wilderness, and for the Espeon to take matters into paw here would have been less than ideal. It wasn't that Snow minded, having taught the young pokemon the same 'measures' to overcome heat that she used herself, yet the sheer volume of her companions ministrations would have likely woken their trainer. And that may have been awkward. "It's my turn to watch tonight anyway." She added.
"I can handle it." The Espeon winced beneath the disapproving expression of her companion, glancing to the side for a few moments before deflating. Snow's logic was sound, and beneath the weight of that which she couldn't argue against she found herself relenting, "Fine..." Siere sighed, pulling herself to her feet to wander to the limit of the fire light, paws fumbling at the edge of the awning, tugging at a pack before at last brushing against a familiar sphere. She turned with a smile of acknowledgement, inclining her head. "Good night, Snow." Crimson light engulfed her, splitting the night as the soft sound of the pokeball activating rang clear. In an instant, she was gone.
"Good night, Siere." A fragile wind coursed through their campsite, the shadows dancing as the fire stirred in its wake, loose sand kicked up to force her into a squint. The Absol shivered unconsciously, acute senses noting the temperature dropping quite sharply as she drew closer to their heat source. Her mind however, was elsewhere, her gaze cast to the midnight canvas of the sky. "Rivals, huh?" She wondered how their trainer would react, what he would say if he knew that both members of his team were so infatuated with him. How would she even tell him? The man often said that language, that debate and discourse were the pinnacle of the gifts given in this world, over time teaching the Absol the human tongue quite effectively. Yet for all of the words she knew, she could find none worthy enough to articulate her feelings towards him. And even if she could, she didn't have the courage.
What she would say, what she would do if the barriers of taboo were removed, if she could find within herself the will to advance. Just the thought sent heat coursing through her loins, her body swaying for a moment, Snow lowering herself into a more comfortable posture. Her paw strayed low, her need rising as a familiar fantasy began to form before her very eyes. Siere was so naïve in her youth, barely conscious of what she even wanted from a male, yet the Absol knew exactly what she was after. Their trainer, his lithe, toned form, the Reis who never failed to appear so alluring despite the difference in race. The Reis who within her minds eye would rain soft kisses and caresses upon her before taking her completely, making the Absol his. A soft moan escaped her lips as the idea of mating with her human sent a flush through her nether regions, her forepaw trailing rough fur, dampening with arousal.
A faint rustling wrenched her from the fantasy, the winds breath a stirring to eclipse her trainers waking yawn. The Absol froze, the sound of Reis drawn from sleep enough to jar her from any further motions, a fear of exactly how long he had been watching her brought to the forefront of her mind. Snow turned slowly, trusting to her posture to disguise any prior action as she righted herself at last. Her breath was misting in the cold, though a thick coat of fur protected her from the element, her body quivering not from the chill but from need. She turned to meet his eyes, her crimsons to glance upon his perfect azures.
Silver locks framed stern features, part of her trainers lightly muscled physique revealed as he pulled himself upright from the depths of an overlarge winter sleeping bag. The cold never really seemed to effect him much, the man growing to be quite resilient in the wake of harsh training. His hands rose to brush the sleep from his eyes, the reverse of each palm an elaborate tribal marking against pale skin, cast in the flickering light. The man brought his focus upon her, something clearly amiss, "Snow... Did something happen?" His voice was deep and rough, perhaps the final remnant of the older, darker Reis, a subtle undertone of concern lacing his words, "Are you alright?"
Snow lowered her gaze, still gathering her thoughts after the unexpected interruption, her voice soft and light as she adopted the dialect of humans. It seemed she was safe, "I'm fine, master. Go back to sleep." She followed his line of sight to the Espeon's nearby pokeball, the trainer acknowledging her location before returning his piercing attentions to her. Just a few more minutes, that's all she would have needed, and now she was left with an itch which burned to be left unattended.
"You're shivering." Reis inclined his head slowly, oblivious to her circumstances as keen senses began to work. A subtle blush was barely evident against her dark features, yet beneath his gaze that was not uncommon; especially of late. He slipped an arm free of the thick material of the liner, following the seam of his sleeping bag as he worked the side open. The man shifted aside to clear some space, his tone direct, "I wont have you freeze. Come on."
Snow blinked, struggling to process his sudden invitation. She hadn't slept with her trainer in many months now, not since illness had robbed her of movement last winter. Reis had ended up just as sick, yet never once hesitated to risk his health in warming her. The Absol advanced nervously, taking a shaking step forwards more at the will of instinct than his command. For all of her warnings to the Espeon, her own heat had crept up upon her so craftily, a dull throbbing of desire as she looked upon the male before her. Reis was right there, reduced to naught but a pair of boxers for nightwear, holding back the covers to make room for her. Like every fantasy made real. She fought hard to keep her voice steady, as sense caught up with her, "What about the watch?"
"There's little need for it here." He seemed so sure, not a flicker of doubt within his eyes as he made his statement. There was something within him which inspired belief, his very voice a reassuring steadfastness to which the idea of falsity was simply unbelievable. He lay back as she padded to his side, the world eclipsed for but an instant as thick, puffed up material descended upon them. Here, he was so close, bare skin pressed against silver-white fur as they vied for what little space there was, the Absol ending up mostly draped across her trainer. The hand of his pinned arm rose, gently stroking the fur of her back, a bliss which sent a soft purring through her body. "It's been a long time since we have been together like this... I have missed it."
Snow closed her eyes, curled against his chest, listening to his heart beat its adagio. The Absol revelled in his scent, his touch, to be so close to that which she wished for above all else; her whole body aching as the needs he had so unknowingly interrupted threatened to overwhelm her. Her mind ran rampant with half formed fantasies, each as outlandish as the last, her body shuffling against him regardless of any will. Snow looked up to meet his gaze, the mans line of sight drifting down from the distant heavens to catch hers. And a sensation blossomed within her chest: A perfect longing melded with all of the repressed feelings of the last few years, a curse for her weakness shattered as she at last found courage. This was it: Now or never. The whole world held its breath in apprehension, her heartbeat echoing in her ears, the Absol drawing up his unmoving form to slowly lick his cheek.
Reis froze. Her intentions were clear from the look in her eyes alone; the half formed blush, the subtle dampness of fur against his leg, all impossible to miss. His pokemon took a shuddering breath, summoning her will; she needed him to know, "Reis, I lo-!" Snow found no opportunity to finish, the man closing the distance in an instant to meet her in an unexpected kiss, his tongue working its way into her maw as a fleeting motion became deep and passionate.
Her trainer was always so unreadable, so clumsy in his motions of affection, so distant, yet now his hands were roaming her furred body, twisting into a mane of soft white as he held her close, the pair at last breaking to light gasps. The man let out a sigh of contentment, "I waited for you... For such a long time." His voice was so sincere, "For you to find your courage." Reis was smiling, the expression a far cry from his usual collected shell; something in his eyes which she had never seen before, a lust perfectly mirroring her own, "For all this time, I've wanted this too."
Snow was at a loss. Of every possible outcome the Absol had played over in her head, never had she foreseen this. Reis, he had been watching her too, bound by the same myriad of taboos and restraints, all shattered in her advance. And now, he was looking to her with the same eyes; eyes which shone with an emotion intangible. "Reis..." An errant tear traced its solitary course down her face, "You knew all along."
"When you went into heat last winter, you weren't interested in chasing any males." He glanced to the side, trying to find the best words, "I knew that you were suffering. And I worried." The man wiped her tear away, taking a slow, deep breath, "So, when you left camp that night, I followed you." A grin twisted the corner of his lips, his hands trailing her flanks, "And there you were, with your paw right here..." Fingers traced the heat of her crotch, her form quivering to the touch, "Crying out my name."
A soft moan escaped her, the pressure of her heat nigh unbearable, "R-Reis!" Never had he considered her to be 'merely a pokemon', the action coming to him as naturally as it would with one of his own kind. Snow was beautiful, her form an exotic allure in which he found such vast enticement, her outcries egging him on as the man blindly brushed through damp fur to trace soft, moist flesh.
"Just like that." The memory was one he had revisited so many times, the Absol lying there with her legs spread, working so desperately towards release, her words a revelation for him, too. His entire outlook had changed in a single night, thoughts once unimaginable becoming subtle longings of his own. And now, as the Absol writhed in his grasp, he found them sated at last.
Snow moaned openly, lost in the wake of her trainers motions. Tonight, fantasy had encroached upon reality, his soft touches brushing against all of the right places as he explored her body, the Absol's breath catching as questing fingers trailed her sensitive slit. He was so slow, so gentle, seeming to commit every inch of her to memory; every gasp, every moan a map for his manipulations. His roaming hand shifted, carefully parting folds as two fingers gently probed her soaked opening.
"Snow..." Reis took his time, relishing the moment as he built up a subtle rhythm, "You're making such a cute face." He grinned as her blush deepened, his companion grinding her hips against him as heat fuelled lust began to take over. His words were having such an effect upon her, his tone a charm which egged her on, a gentle calling to submit to her instincts. The Absol cried out as his pace increased, pleasure coursing through her body as the beginnings of a climax began to stir.
"Reis, I-" The Absol cut herself off with a moan, "I'm so close!" Her body was beyond her control, bucking desperately against his probing fingers as the man brought her quivering form to the edge of ecstasy. This pleasure, there was no comparison to her own motions, nothing even close to the hurried paws of past heats, "Please, don't stop..." The fur of her crotch was matted with need, a wetness soaking through to his skin as her frantic motions brought his thumb to brush against her clit, "I'm going to - I'm-!" The Absol cried out, orgasm hitting her like a thunderbolt, collapsing against his body to moan an incoherent stream of her native tongue. His movements had yet to cease, drawing her through the heights as his probing digits assailed her writhing form.
The human slowed, gently guiding her down as Snow caught her breath, "You were really pent up, weren't you?" His smile was so natural, as if his features had never once been cold, "I'll assume that 'Sol - Abs - Absol!' is a good thing?" The question was rhetorical, Reis chuckling absently as his hands traced through soft fur. The mans usual restrained manner was gone, an honesty in the warmth of his affections as he gave a contented sigh.
Snow closed her eyes in bliss. For so long, this had been all she had wanted, to be accepted by her trainer, to be as close to him as she was now. To finally be open, it was as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She recovered swiftly, quite conscious of something hard pinned between their bodies, a soft gasp escaping her trainer as her weight brushed against it. A shadow of a smile crossed her face at his reaction, the man glancing to the side as if slightly embarrassed for it.
The Absol rose on shaky legs, thick blankets falling away as she uncovered his reclined form. His scent was so strong, an aroma of masculinity in which her heat delighted, foreplay a mere stall to her desires. Firelight cast his athletic build in a medley of crimson shadows, the opportunity to explore her trainers body granted to her at last. Only a thin layer of fabric separated the Absol from her goal, sharp claws carefully tugging at the material to pull it away as an exclamation passed her lips, "Reis, you're huge!"
Reis blushed, unable to hide the effect of her words. By human standards, he would probably find himself not far beyond average, though to an Absol, nigh undoubtedly beyond compare. His breath caught as a dexterous forepaw brushed against his length, the pokemon between his legs drinking in the sight. Nestled at a soft patch of light hair, his member was a far cry from the canine-like tools of her kin, now seen up close for the first time. Both instinct and curiosity guided her in equal measure, Snow drawing closer, tongue extending for a gentle lick which sent shivers running through her trainer. Though she lacked any experience with a human, memories of past observations, past desires and far flung fantasies granted her confidence, his taste lingering upon her senses, a dull and not unpleasant musk.
Paws descended to pin his legs apart, her weight holding him down as Snow took control. Perhaps her nature too, was changing; desire granting her certainty in motion, her advance coming so naturally. The Absol glanced up, closing her mouth about the tip as a subtle flick of the tongue drew a soft moan from her trainer, her teasing having such an effect as she gradually took more of his shaft. Her movements were so slow, so sensual, an errant forepaw rising to toy with the base of his member, his voice a questioning whisper, "You've done this before... Haven't you?"
The Absol drew back, her parting a soft kiss against his flesh, "I caught humans doing it once." Her smile was a playful one, "It was super effective against the male, so I took the time to learn." That one instance had led to so much, curiosity in the wake of her spying leading her through a myriad of smut. Humans seemed so obsessed with it, all things from writings to films available to her, if only the Absol took the time to look. These were whole other worlds, places to loose herself in, free from the constraints of reality - and fuel to her passions as some of the more erotic scenarios drifted before her memory.
The man set his jaw, unable to tear his gaze from the Absol. Snow, her head gently bobbing between his legs, her dark, wing-like tail a softly swaying metronome to her motions. Her short muzzle felt so unlike any human in memory, the sensation a wet tightness melded with all of the skill of her practise, pleasure building far more swiftly than pride would admit. Reis fought to steady his breaths, waging a losing battle as the pressure of her paws squeezed the base of his shaft, lips providing a perfect seal to her movements.
His taste was so intoxicating, his reactions a medley set to draw out her long sleeping alpha side. Snow glanced up to see his eyes squeezed shut, a myriad of subtle hints of just how close he was surfacing before senses far beyond those of a human. "Snow-!" Reis groaned as he reached the edge, body jerking as the trainer came at last into the Absol's waiting muzzle. She didn't skip a beat, cheeks bulging for but a moment before she gulped down his thick seed, relishing a taste so different to any other, drawing back at last to lick a salty trace of creamy white from her lips.
Reis took a deep breath. Never had he seen Snow so seductive, never had he imagined that mating with her would turn out anything like this. For all of the fantasies her form had haunted, for all of the times his gaze had drifted beneath her tail on the road, acting upon those desires had proved far beyond any dream. The man grinned as he caught her eye, "Lie back for me..." He pulled himself up, advancing through the mass of blankets as the Absol followed his command, "I want to see just how much you want this."
Her quadruped nature robbed the pokemon of movement, paws brushing against his chest as her trainer leaned in close to kiss her prone form. Reis, he was finally hers, crawling down her body as he took in the sight of his squirming Absol, hands brushing through thick fur to trace lines of black nipples, stiff from arousal; her body quaking to his touch. He paused as he reached her crotch, eyes focusing on her dark slit, crowned by pearls of moisture, silver-white fur wet and matted with need, "Don't... Don't stare at me so hard." Snow, her face crimson, flushed in embarrassment as he surveyed her most intimate parts, chest heaving as her heart beat fast in apprehension.
Her scent was so strong, so enticing, a subtle sweet aroma which drew him in. Hands settled on furred thighs, her sex so perfectly presented to him, so completely his. Her moan split the night, a high pitched wail as he dragged the tip of his tongue against her dark folds, delving into a taste so exotic, so forbidden, "The fantasies you've been having about me..." His inhalation drew a trail of cold air over her crotch, Snow's breath catching in her throat, "Tell me about them."
The Absol's face scrunched up in pleasure, his tongue exploring her body as fingers brushed against her chest. Reis was learning so quickly, "Always... That you would kiss me like you do now." Her voice was barely a whisper, lost in the moment as any reservations for her admittance faded far into the back of her mind. Heat was driving her wild, the need for release coupled with so many moons of repressed feelings, the sensation of his tongue coursing through her folds such overwhelming pleasure; "Put me on my back... Take me like a human." Her moans were increasing in pitch, threatening to lapse into her native tongue as he teased her hidden nubs.
"Go on..." Her reactions were so cute, her body bucking up against him in the brief moment he pulled away. Fresh arousal coursed through his being, his member stirring with new life as her words played out the scene before his eyes.
"You'd take me so roughly..." The Absol seemed to be having difficulty finding her voice at all, punctuating her phrases with fresh moans, "Oh, Arceus..." Her eyes closed, a fresh fantasy finding root in her mind as she neared climax, "And then..." An errant hand had strayed low, fingers teasing her opening as his lips found her clit, "You'd mate with Siere too - make her scream." Snow cried out, orgasm tearing through her body as her trainer swallowed his surprise to lick frantically at her opening, a flush of his own just noticeable in the glow of the firelight.
"Siere, too?" His voice was questioning, yet tinged with an undertone of lust. For all of Snow's teasing, he had never really considered the Espeon in such a way, the thought of taking her small form alone sending a throb of desire through his loins. His mind snapped back to the present as the claws of a hind leg nicked his shoulder, Reis drawing up to find his hard member so tantalisingly close to her waiting folds.
This was it, finally on the edge of the invisible line which marked the boundaries of trainer and pokemon, even after straying tonight, the final push would be a change forever. "Reis, I-" Excitement joined forces with fear, the Absol fighting through a mire of heat to articulate her feelings, "I've never - never been..." Her voice trailed as recognition flashed in his eyes. Before him, there was only the lab, the roots of carefully concealed inexperience laid bare as she met his eyes. "Please be gentle..." And as low as a whisper, "Just to start."
Reis inclined his head in acknowledgement, fingers twisting into fur as arms curled about her legs, carefully evading her swaying tail as his tip brushed against her moist slit; a soft gasp escaping him as he felt the warmth of the Absol's smaller body. The trainer eased forward slowly, parting tight, wet heaven as Snow cried out beneath him, his jaw setting as her squeezing folds rippled about the few inches of length he had managed to take her with. Her face was scrunched up into an expression of pleasured ecstasy, no trace of pain, merely such a wondrous sensation of being filled so completely, Reis releasing a cry of effort as he finally hilted in the pokemon's writhing form.
He fit her so perfectly, his member stretching the Absol's small opening to its limits. Snow was in heaven: After so much yearning, finally Reis was mating with her, destroying such a perfectly intricate wall of morals, taboos and constraints to be with her as he was now. Reis drew close, his eyes meeting hers in an expression beyond articulation before meeting her muzzle in a deep kiss, passion and lust vying for dominance over one tender moment. "Reis..." Words were on her lips, yet now wasn't the time, a burning desire welling from her heat, hips grinding against him as pleasure coursed through her body.
Reis bit his lip, doing his utmost to stifle the feeling, the knowledge that her heat was holding the Absol in a nigh insatiable state fuelling him with the urge to leave her anything but wanting. He drew back, each light thrust drawing a pleasured moan from the Absol, a slow pace building as he claimed Snow as his own. She was so sensitive, so wet, body rocked by a climax already as she bucked up against the rhythm of his hips, crying out as fluids soaked his crotch in the wake of her orgasm.
The young trainers breath caught, his member squeezed almost to the point of pain as her inner walls massaged his length, unable to quell soft moans of his own as passion overtook him. Snow, she was so beautiful, so deliciously cute, and so completely his. Reis increased his pace, unable to deny her dream, shifting his body as he built up a series of hard, fast motions, egged on by moans of pleasure, cries of satisfaction.
He was close, fighting against waves of pleasure to do battle against the forces of inevitability, the pokemon beneath him having long since surrendered to the lusts of her heat as he worked to satisfy her feral form. Snow, her pleasures were feeding his own, the Absol lost within the realms of ecstasy, her subtle blush homage to that which fuelled their mating. His thighs were slick with her juices, her fur dishevelled, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body to shine in the dying firelight as exertion took its toll.
Snow couldn't find her voice, lost in the throes of pleasure as every exhalation degenerated into a moan of want. She knew Reis was nearing his orgasm, his motions developing a subtle jerk to them, rising in time to her own climax. Her trainer released a deep groan, blood trickling down his chin as tides of pleasure at last overwhelmed him, the feeling of his seed filling her eclipsing all other senses. As if this alone put out the fires of heat, her own body shook to mirror his, her voice dropping into her native tongue as she cried out pleasure into the night.
Reis slumped, struggling to gain his breath, chest heaving to find a perfect synchronisation with his Absol partner. He pulled back, drawing forth a fresh moan from the pokemon as their combined fluids leaked from her abused slit, a thick mess tracing course down to her tail as he collapsed beside her, the Absol rolling to lie over his prone form. Snow seemed to have found her senses, a clarity in her eyes far beyond the hold of fickle heat, her heart beating for love as they shared a wayward smile.
"Look, Snow..." Reis pulled the bedding about them, a pocket of warmth against the outside world, "It's your namesake." The pokemon blinked. White flakes were falling from the abyss of the night sky, a silvery descent cast in the sputtering finale of the campfire beyond their shelter. Still he remembered her eyes when he led her from darkness to the world beyond her cage, the look of wonder as the Absol first saw winters grasp. The day she had become Snow. The day she had become his.
Fatigue seized her, the Absol's body melting into her trainers arms as he folded them about her, the perfect feeling of belonging a chord in her very soul. Her first time had taken such a toll, Snow pushed beyond her limits in the wake of such pleasure, such relief. "Reis..." Her eyes closed, sleep calling to her in the subtle melody of his heartbeat as she reached the limit of coherency, "I love you..."
Reis smiled, holding Snow close as he felt her slip into the realm of dreams, a warmth coursing through his body as she spoke those words at last. The world beyond may disagree, yet to him, all the happiness he required was right here with him.
Soon the sun would dawn upon a new day.
~ SevenWingedDragon ~
Thanks for reading. *Bows his head* This marks my first update since Sofurry 2.0, and hopefully many more to come. I intend to make at least one sequel, though like 'The Dragon Knight' I have enough of a framework to keep this going for a while depending on how it's recieved. Cheers again for taking a look, and good night!