Fiery Love
A smutty teaser for those adult readers who might be interested in a little love story between a traienr and his pokemon. Only...I grow tired of people jsut doing all this beastialty crap. The only thing appealing within the realms of beastiality is dragons themselves...
But thats besides the point. Jerrick is a wonderful trainer, having blazed through the elite four (as you beat in every pokemon game) with just one pokemon. His trusty Typhlosion, most lvoed pokemon, favorite fighter, and three year companion.
Jerrick, returning to the statue of Arceus which has recently been erected nearby Hearthome city, thanks the god-pokemon. He makes a wish, and Lia changes from your animal-like pocket monster into a sexy anthropomorphic version of a typhlosion.
This whole story was inspired by my love for this starter (I loved to play my crystal version over and over and over again), and this picture that I found over the interwebs:
https://static1.e621.net/data/90/81/9081220d0b77005e18639293d84bc11c.jpg
They are on a cruise boat. Have fun with your imagination.
As the two made way back to the cabin, they came into a black room, only lit by Lia's pink mane, flickering as slow as the gentle current of water through an anemone. She pecked Jerrick on the cheek, and he chuckled, leading her to the bedroom.
Once they were both in, and the door shut, Lia pulled Jerrick in for another kiss, one filled with as much passion as she could put forth. Her mane overflowed with pink excitement, covering her shoulders and upper back in a wash of warmth.
"Alright, let me peel off this sweaty outfit.", Jerrick parted from his lover.
"Make it quick."
Jerrick smiled, and headed towards the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind him. After he had removed his suit jacket and long sleeve button up white shirt, he walked back out, finding Lia still in her white dress, laying on the bed, and her panties hanging from her foot, above her.
With a smile, he crawled on the bed, running one hand from her back to her sizable rump, giving it a smooth squeeze. Lia pulled him onto her as she rolled over, parting her legs to give him the perfect spot. They kissed again, this time, deeper, longer.
Jerrick ran his hand down one side, to kneed her thigh, and she breathed heavily for him, sounding like halfway between a sigh of relief and release. The next move she pulled though, was removing his pants, and that was a relative ease to her, as if she had been an expert at declothing others.
Jerrick reached one hand behind her dress, unzipping it as far as it would go, then eased her upper half out of it, showing her plump, perky breasts. He kissed her neck, and she slowly writhed beneath him as he trailed down to her chest, then rose, removing her dress the rest of the way.
With nothing blocking either from their most intimate desires, they were at one another quickly. Jerrick had wrapped his hand around Lia's thigh, and with each slight brush past her nether lips, she would breathe heavily into the single long kiss they shared.
Within moments, Lia's inner thighs were dampened from her arousal, and Jerrick repositioned himself, laying atop her, caressing her body as they took the kiss lightly. Lia wrapped her legs around his waist, and sat up, grabbing hold of his shoulders. They sat like that in the middle of the bed for several long, agonizing moments, staring into one another's eyes, set ablaze with such passion.
She seemed to be hesitant. Sensing her slight reluctance to proceed, Jerrick kissed her to distract her long enough as he brought her up, and positioned them both together, Slowly lowering his fiery lover. He slid within her warm, tight folds easily, and Lia panted cutely, excitement making her heart flutter. The sensation was...So intimate. There really isn't any other word for such bliss. With every movement that Jerrick made, may it be small, or a slow driven thrust, the pink flames that had died to low embers around her collar, would grow, swirling like a heavy fog until it had pooled around them, licking at them both with welcoming warmth. It slowly reached across the bed until it poured over, filling the floor slowly until the pink flames were about the whole room, wavering, pulsing, with every thrust Jerrick made until Lia could handle no more.
She tensed, and her breath caught for a moment, warmth coursing through her blissfully. A flow of red swirls ran through the pink flames, and she let her arms drop as her climax began to slow, and her mind caught up with the wonderful sensation. Jerrick was still on top of her, panting, the pink flames had dissipated to envelope only them, and it lit the room brightly on its own.
After Jerrick rolled over, Lia took to his side and he pulled the covers over them. The flames didn't seem to struggle under the blanket, and they seemed to flow nicely throughout its underside, giving Jerrick a lovely warm sensation.
Neither said a word, neither moved. It was perfect as they were.