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-An Eon's Paradise

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“Speech."

"Telepathy."

Thoughts.

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Crashing waves and a rumbling motor groggily opened Markus' tired and weary eyes. His body was stiff and sore from the uncomfortable position where he had been lying down, oddly positioned within the limited space of the small rickety boat that he had rented for his travels. His hands reached up to rub the spray droplets of salt water near his sapphire-blue eyes while his nose crinkled from the conflicting fresh, salty breeze of the sea and the harsh, unnatural odor of gasoline. The mid-afternoon sun glared down harshly upon his tan skin, luckily not burning his poor self despite a lack of sunscreen he hadn't packed for this little escapade.

Getting up into a more pleasant sitting position atop one of the few outcrops built into the flimsy metal hull, he gave a quick glance over to the sea captain steering this hunk of junk. Well, sea captain was perhaps giving the old man too grand of a title with his long, greasy hair, ungroomed beard, and sporting old clothes so torn and tattered it'd make any civilized man faint at the sight. They had never exchanged names with each other, not that it ever mattered to begin with. Markus simply paid the man in full, told him their location, and they were off.

The ancient sailor gave him a passing look, offering a gruff “hmph" that he acknowledged his existence before turning his attention to ahead of them. Markus—his nerves tingling with anxiety and maybe even a hint of sea sickness—looked in the same direction as the sea captain while he lifted his arm to block the sun's blinding rays from connecting with his more sensitive eyes. From his position, he could vaguely make out his destination, its faint shape slowly giving him more details as it grew larger and larger by the second while a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Emerald Island, a small but decently sized part of a much larger archipelago that sat at the southern end of the Hoenn main continent. Other areas surrounded it, including the Southern Islands, Mirage Island and the Battle Frontier. Much like the Safari Zone, each island contained a unique habitat of immense biodiversity with tens if not hundreds of different plant and Pokémon species inhabiting them. Even the Hoenn region's Pokémon ranger division had classified the area as a protected zone, with any trespassing being punishable with large sentences in prison without a proper license.

Of course, Markus hadn't obtained the legal requirements nor the license to visit Emerald Island whatsoever. It was the reason, after all, why he was in a boat that could probably fall apart with the wrong flick against a screw. So why go through all of the trouble?

“Lemme take a wild guess here, lad, and say you're coming out here for the same reason everyone else does?" The gruff and grizzled voice called out to Markus, bringing him to look away from the sandy beaches and lush jungles over to the sailor. His dull, uninterested eyes showed that he already knew the answer to his question.

“With rumors of legendary Pokémon circling about this place for months now, you'd be hard pressed to find someone that isn't," Markus answered while rubbing his hand over the small stubble on his chin in contemplation. “I mean, even if there is the only slightest hint of it being true, wouldn't you try and take that opportunity?" The prospect had certainly set some sort of fire within Markus, causing him to commit some slightly more illegal acts than most people would know him for.

The sailor gave a dry chuckle as he guided the boat through the small, bumpy waves. “I've must've ferried hundreds of kids just like you to and from this island," he started, combing through his hairy beard with a free hand. “Yet not a single one of you lads has ever told me by the end of it they had seen this mystical 'legendary' in the flesh. Only the one who started the rumor in the first place said anything, and he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut about it."

Markus slowly nodded his head in understanding as he leaned back against the edge of the boat, watching them move towards the bright, sandy beaches of Emerald Island. “I guess so… though it couldn't hurt to try and get a bit of excitement on my journey I suppose," he mumbled with a sense of uncertainty.

“Yet you come here with only four of your own Pokémon?" The sea captain asked incredulously, eying the four varying models of pokéballs strapped onto Markus' belt. Much smaller than the normal six most Pokémon trainers would carry. “You'd have a better chance of fucking the damn thing than actually trying to fight or catch it!"

The trainer felt a bright, red blush wash over his cheeks as he looked away in embarrassment, finding the island far more interesting to stare idly at. “I-It's only one Pokémon! How tough can it be?" He stuttered, shifting his hips away from the sailor to obscure the number of Pokémon from his view, as if it actually mattered at this point.

As if his lack of a full team wasn't embarrassing enough, Markus could practically feel the seaman's eyes roll behind him. “Take it from someone as ancient as I am," he said, the boat's engine pathetically sputtering to a stop as they slowly approached dry land. “If there is actually a legendary Pokémon here and you manage to start fighting it, you'll only be coming out of that fight as its bitch," he finished as the vessel stopped just a few short meters from shore. “And you bet that is a promise I am going to make."

Markus gulped nervously, combing through his shaggy blonde hair as he thought over all the different ways this could go horribly wrong. His eyes stared in anxious anticipation past the clear, shallow water and towards the welcoming dry land, taunting his insecurities about a simple island he feared to step onto.

Markus had ventured over to this remote, out of the way island for a sense of adventure and excitement his Pokémon journey couldn't give him. The mere thought of being one of the few adventurers to encounter this mythical beast and live to tell the tale drove him to buy this suspicious ticket. Perhaps, however, in his ambitious excitement he had neglected the thought of it all being a ruse, and the danger of being caught was not worth coming back empty handed. Trapped in a cycle of his own thoughts, he clutched his own rapidly beating heart as he stared into the unknown expanse.

A sudden pat upon his back caused Markus to yelp with surprise. He stumbled momentarily as the suddenness made him jump, knocking him off-balance before he fell off of the boat and straight into the clear blue waves. Knocked rudely out of his mind, he fumbled around uselessly in the water as his eyes stung painfully from the salt. A large hand roughly reached down through the surface and grabbed onto the collar of his plain t-shirt, yanking him out of the water and allowing him to breathe sweet oxygen once again. The trainer shook his head and looked up at his savior, chuckling nervously at the sailor's unimpressed gaze.

“I was just trying to tell ya to get on the island, no need to be so jumpy, lad." The sea captain told him, some hidden worry hidden within his gruff voice.

Markus felt the blood rush to his face once again and nodded his head. “R-Right! Sorry about that, won't happen again," he apologized nervously, wiping his face clean of any stray salt water that may have lingered.

The seaman sighed and sat back down in his boat, beginning to rev up the engine for departure. “You best be using all the time you got with this trip and be back here by sundown on the same side of the shore. There aren't many opportunities to come by here so you better be here quick or I'll have to leave without ya," he said coarsely, back to his original tone of voice.

The Pokémon trainer frowned as he waded towards the shoreline, trudging through the water as he forced his knees above the surface with each step. “And if I don't make it by the allotted time?" Markus asked, inherently worried at the potential outcome.

“Then you'll be stuck here until the next time I arrive is," the sailor answered honestly, tugging on the engine's cord to make it rumble back to life, the harsh smell of gasoline returning to the air. “With fewer and fewer people coming over, that could be tomorrow or a week from now, so you better be here as I can't risk any return trips easily." Despite the harshness of his words, there appeared to be a hidden sense of sympathy within them.

Markus reached the shoreline and gave the sailor a thumbs-up in understanding. As much as he didn't like the idea, it should be easy to get back here before sundown. He had hours in order to do so.

“Don't worry, I'll be here, with that legendary Pokémon safely captured!" Markus responded cockily, stretching his stiff arms after being stuck in such a small craft for such a long time. “I'll certainly have the story ready for you on our return trip!" Though he sounded sure, deep inside worry was starting to gnaw away at him. Now that he was actually on the island itself, he wasn't so certain anymore.

The sailor gave him a wink as his vessel began slowly moving away from the island. “The only tale you'll have to tell after your little vacation is how much fun you had being their little bitch!" He called out boisterously, laughing maniacally while water kicked up behind his engine as small, rippling waves flew over the clear blue surface in his wake.

“Oh yeah, well, I'll have a grandiose time being their bitch, just watch me!" Markus shouted back at the sea captain, watching his form become smaller and smaller over the midday horizon until he and his boat were nothing more than a faint outline. Squeezing all the water out of his clothes as he could, he began his trek towards the lush jungle in search of the fabled mythical beast. Though, his face contorted in thought. “What in the world did I just say?" he mumbled to himself.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of amber, yellow eyes followed his every move as they gleefully giggled at his comment before flying away.

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One would think, after adventuring through a small, but biologically diverse island sheltered off from the rest of society, you would find numerous different species of unique and rare Pokémon scattered about with every step you took. That no matter where you looked there would be a new and interesting discovery to behold before your very eyes. Well, not on this island.

Emerald Island seemed, contrary to everything Markus was told, completely and utterly devoid of all Pokémon life. There were no grass types prancing through the many berry bushes and patches of tall grass which littered the jungle floor, no bug or flying types to inhabit the large, sturdy trees standing proudly with interconnecting branches and dangling vines. Everywhere you looked was another variation of the many trees and plant life—not even any Pokémon that had the appearance of trees, just normal, beautiful trees! The original promise of a large, diverse ecosystem was now only being held onto by a flimsy thread with the vague and possibly untrue promise of a legendary hiding mysteriously on this island.

Markus swatted away another branch from his path, an irritated rumble emanating from his throat. Each step was a loud, angry stomp onto the silent jungle floor, his temper slowly but surely rising due to the unexplainable lack of Pokémon found anywhere. “Biologically diverse my ass," he mumbled quietly under his breath as if some hidden figure would hear his comment.

Finding a tree with a wide trunk—bark peeling off its circular frame while green, wavy vines draped all around it like a protective layer—Markus sat down lazily amongst the roots. The leaves and branches above provided ample shade for him as the sun seemed to move closer and closer to sundown in tantalizingly slow motion. The trainer listened to the sounds, or lack thereof, of the unusually still forest, trying to catch even the smallest peep or crack of a Pokémon call penetrating through the jungle expanse.

A loud groan escaped Markus, his head pressing back painfully against the tree. “Ah yes, come to Emerald fucking Island where you have the possibility of seeing a singular species of grass," he mocked openly to himself. “And if you're lucky enough, you may get a glimpse of the rare Swellow or maybe even the illusive Wurmple! Is this place any special? Hell if we know, let's just close down the whole place cause we can and pretend like there is!" he finished, throwing down his hands in exasperation.

“Oh my, and here I thought this little human had better control over his temper and malice."

The feminine voice came so suddenly and through his mind that he froze with fear, yet adrenaline began to pump rapidly through his veins despite being completely petrified. “W-W-What?" Markus attempted to ask, his blue eyes scanning the tree line but finding nothing just like the last one-hundred times he checked before. ''Where are you?!" Whoever she was clearly wasn't human, a Pokémon perhaps?

“Perhaps don't shout so loudly in my poor, sensitive ears. They are quite delicate and I'm sure you wouldn't want to hurt them, would you?" The voice whispered calmly with a slight suggestive undertone hidden underneath it into his right ear.

Markus, not suspecting her to be so close, yelped and hurriedly scrambled to his feet to get away from the unknown person. Only to trip and fall miserably onto his knees before tumbling onto his back facing towards the creature. Shaking his head clumsily, he opened his mouth to some unspoken words but quickly stopped as he gazed upon the female.

A rose red and snow white dragon levitated a short distance where he had originally sat, her body parallel with the ground as she too looked at him. A cocky smirk plastered onto her rounded snout proved easily she knew what she had done, her amber-gold eyes staring into him teasingly at his more child-like reaction. Her long head and neck came to an end at a more rounded and plump body, a pair of rounded paws with their own set of three sharp claws, two long and almost jet-like wings sat upon two shapely mounds on her back, and a pair of feathery tail fins which came to an end at her pointed, red tail. Her body was impossibly sleek and alluringly curvy, her more feminine appeal easily drawing him in to focus on her more suggestive appeals.

A soft, teasing giggle echoed through the air, drawing Markus out of the trance and back to reality. “Well, it's quite clear now that I have gotten your attention." The dragon stated with an aura of haughtiness, as if she looked down upon him. “It's always the younger ones who start by looking me up and down and get so easily enraptured, not that I blame you."

Markus blinked once in confusion before immediately becoming embarrassingly flustered and forcefully tearing his eyes away from her magnificent form. Pokémon had never been attractive to him in his life, yet this one, lone dragon easily put him under a trance with a simple look! “Who-... What are you?" he asked, fumbling with his hands in a feeble attempt to regain his composure. His breaths had noticeably quickened, his heart racing rapidly as the blood began to pump through his body from the adrenaline and something more.

The Pokémon giggled at his words, almost like she expected them. “Why, you don't know who I am?" She pouted faintly, her voice trailing smoothly across Markus' body like fine silk. “You should at least know what I am, after all, you are the one that has been chasing me across this entire island since you arrived here." Her ethereal, telepathic voice was as smooth as silk and as sweet as honey.

She began circling him like a predator, slowly floating around him as Markus attempted to put together what her soft voice had sung into his ears. A moment of realization suddenly came upon him, she was the legendary Pokémon he was searching for! A Latios…? No, Latias!

A Latias who so casually pointed out Markus had been staring at her big, feathered ass.

His face burned like a lit stove top, the warm, red blush fully encompassing his face. He wouldn't deny she was beautiful, far from the truth by any stretch of the imagination, but she was not the sole exception, so why had he been so captivated by her? Seeing a Pokémon in that way was supposed to be wrong, culturally unredeemable, yet now every time he tried to keep track of her position his mind would absentmindedly drift closer and closer to her shapely, round backside.

Markus fumbled clumsily with a standard pokéball on his belt while the Latias followed his movements with amusement. “My name is Markus," he stated through gritted teeth, finally managing to pull out the pokéball and point it towards the powerful legendary. “And I have come here to do what no one else has done and capture you!"

A moment of silence hung around the air, Markus breathing heavily while attempting to maintain his composure and stare into her eyes for the fight ahead. “Markus," the Latias purred with complete satisfaction, her eyes flashing blue for a mere second as the pokéball he was holding flew out of his hand and into her awaiting paw. “I like that name, Markus, it sounds perfect for someone as stubborn and cute as you," she said, beginning to slowly dance and sway towards where he was standing.

“W-What?" Markus stuttered, still attempting to get over the shock of his pokéball being tossed out of his hand by an invisible force. A quick pat down of his hips made him come to the horrifying realization that his remaining pokéballs were torn off his belt as well, more likely than not scattered amongst the surrounding grass and bushes. He was utterly defenseless.

“And since you asked so politely earlier, Markus," she replied, rolling over each individual letter of his name with emphasized delight, the distance between them closing as her paws rested gently yet forcefully upon his clothed chest, her voice flowing like milk and honey in between each syllable, “you can call me Kadia, or perhaps other titles will do fine once we get later on into the night. A good little human should know how to address legendary Pokémon."

Her warm breath washed sensually over his face, her calming amber eyes staring directly into his own terrified blue. His eyes could pick out every tiny feather of her face as she leaned in towards him, her whole body moving up against him in a suggestion to take a few steps back. His heart was racing, beating out of control like a machine overclocking as his knees turned to malleable jelly.

How unbearably naïve he was to think of taking on a legendary at his skill level.

“I'm terribly sorry I even suggested catching you, I swear! If you just let me get my Pokémon, I'll be on the boat out of here before sundown and you'll never have to see me again!" Markus pleaded desperately, realizing how royally he screwed up by messing with a Pokémon of her caliber.

The Latias let a small chuckle escape her lips. “Don't play coy with me, Markus, I knew you didn't mean me any harm from the start. You're just a cute, shy trainer that didn't know what he was getting into by coming onto my island, I don't blame you for it at all," Kadia answered teasingly, pushing him back further and further with the pointy tip of her claw until he was stuck between a tree and a Latias. “In fact, I quite like you. You're much different than all the other trainers that haphazardly stumble onto my land."

Markus' brain stopped, if only for a moment, out of sheer disbelief. “I am?" he inquired anxiously, his voice filled to the brim with fear. Silently, he wondered if there was some sort of catch, a game she was playing to get him comfortable enough to strike. She clearly wouldn't have too much trouble, she was easily taller and likely heavier than he was and with immense psychic power all while he was pinned against a tree.

Kadia flashed a pleased, knowing grin at him, revealing all of her perfectly white rows of teeth which were easily obscured by her mouth. “Of course," she began, her claws feeling around his body almost possessively and pressing into more sensitive areas with glee in her eyes. “Every trainer I have seen is cocky, arrogant, and walks around like they own the place while never wanting to have any fun." She spoke the last word with a soft, rumbling purr. “Their personality and desire to put me into one of your miserable pokéballs simply isn't enjoyable to deal with, forcing me to take control and dominate their fragile, human minds. In the end, I'd wipe their memories and send them away with no recollection of meeting me."

A tingling feeling ran down Markus' spine as he felt her claws tracing his body, a silent gasp escaping him when Kadia closed the distance between them entirely. Almost teasingly, Kadia began grinding her body against the cloth prison of his trapped member, her soft belly kneading and pressing into him to stimulate his body. His cock became quickly erect, getting excited at the sudden contact while begging to be let free. The Latias' claws molded him like putty to her liking, one snaking around his back to firmly grip his ass while pulling his feet slightly off the ground. She craned her neck down ever so slightly more to his blushing face as he squeaked, a paw moving behind his neck to pull him deeper into her embrace and tickle the edges of his skin with her sharp claws. The human let all of this happen to him, too petrified and enraptured by Kadia to do anything to resist her advances.

“You Markus, on the other hand, are the exact opposite. A cute little human with a youthful and naive dream of catching a legendary lodged stubbornly into that weak mind." Her lower half moved in smooth, methodic circles, his throbbing cock leaking pre out of its mushroom-shaped tip while a soft, begrudging moan escaped his lips. His arms came up in a vain attempt to push her back, only for her to press her advances further and begin pressing the soft, tender folds of her glistening, wet pussy against his pants. “I don't have to control or meddle with your mind, Markus, simply draw you in with all my feminine charm and allure." She moaned hotly into his ear.

Markus attempted to resist his body's more sexual urges, his instincts driving more lewd images through his mind of him rutting this majestic Pokémon. However, he couldn't resist her sexy charm, his cock twitching happily and eagerly at her large, plump body grinding roughly against his smaller, human form. Pants and groans left his open mouth, letting her know just exactly how much he was enjoying this, while her womanly arousal drifted thickly through the air. “N-No, I can't- unfff-" He moaned loudly, her tender pussy lips planting a wet kiss on the barrier between her and his groin.

“Don't pull the poképhilla card on me now." Kadia teased lightly, using her paw on his cheek to tilt his head up towards her's. “By the time I'm done with you, the only satisfaction your cute, little dick will ever get will be from my tight, wet Pokémon flower. In fact," The Latias moved her lips to be just millimeters from his own, placing her attention solely on the human and him alone. “I have a little gift, just for you."

As she spoke her sweet breath rolled over his face, smelling like honey as it mixed with her sweet-scented arousal hanging thickly in the air. Markus looked drunkenly upon her cute snout. “What is it- Mfffph!"

His response was swiftly cut short as her soft, feathery lips smashed into him, gently sucking on his dry lips in a hot, suggestive kiss. Unable to process the situation, he let his body guide him, his arms reaching around her long, white neck to pull himself deeper into her warm, comforting embrace. His eyes closed happily while she roughly thrusted her lower half against him, lustfully grinding his body on the rough bark of the tree behind him. All the while she continued her romantic assault upon his mouth.

Their lips only separated for fractions of a second to let them breathe, before coming back together in a passionate exchange of saliva. A soft, emanating purr rumbled through Kadia's powerful throat as she beckoned Markus further into the kiss, her paw resting comfortably on his ass, squeezing and groping it to her heart's content. Her other paw caressed his cheek like he was her babe, making sure this human knew who he belonged to. Only the quiet, wet sounds of their kiss echoed through their ears under the slowly dimming light of the setting sun.

Kadia's advances became more aggressive, her tongue beginning to poke and prod at the entrance to Markus' mouth to gain entry to what was rightfully hers. He opened willingly, letting her mouth's muscle slither its way into his awaiting maw as he submitted his tongue to her. Her long, wet tongue freely explored the insides of his mouth, slathering his insides with her sticky saliva and rolling over the edges of his cheeks. She continued the erotic french kiss by tracing over his different kinds of teeth, stopping particularly at his canines to growl playfully and press him harder against her head.

Not stopping there, her long tongue wiggled its way further into his maw, tasting every corner of his mouth she could possibly reach her way into. She paused for a moment near his throat, content with simply continuing this kiss there, but instead she poked and tickled against the back of his throat, causing him to nearly gag and squirm in discomfort. “Aww, does my little human not like that?" she toyed with him in his mind, not breaking the kiss whatsoever. _“Does he want me to stop? Because you look quite cute wiggling all around in my claws." _

Despite her teasing words, Kadia retreated her tongue back into her maw and left his mouth with a satisfying pop, leaving a trail of saliva between the two of them. She smiled and giggled like a school girl, wrapping her long, red wings around Markus protectively while he couldn't remove the drunken blush slathered all over his cheeks.

“Now, if you are going to want the absolute privilege of rutting my legendary pussy and shooting all that human sperm deep inside of me, you will have to work for it," Kadia spoke with a sense of haughtiness, clearly knowing how much she had enraptured the poor Pokémon trainer. “We can start with my name, or perhaps a title would be more fitting?" she asked as the paw on his ass moved to his groin, gently kneading and pressing into his pent-up member behind its cloth prison. “A part of me has always wanted to be called Mistress, it holds a bit of power and sounds so controlling. I'm sure you can agree with this, right Markus?"

The rational side of Markus would have screamed at him to somehow escape this island, but it had long since been thrown out the window. Only his most basic instincts and urges remained, and Kadia satisfied all of them. “Yes, Kadi- I mean, Mistress Kadia!" He moaned longingly, his cock throbbing painfully at her near constant teasing and foreplay while her pussy's exotic aroma wafted lazily through the air. He no longer cared about escaping, nor the nearly setting sun visible through the treetops, only this Latias who gave him all of her full attention.

“Oh? Mistress Kadia?" she inquired, rolling the name over her tongue a few times pleasingly. “Yes, I do like the sound of that. Much better than just Mistress by itself." Her lips came down and kissed Markus gently, just a light touch to reward him for being so loyal. “Good boy," she praised, taking her claw off his dick and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, keeping him suspended off the ground. Unfurling her wings around him and pulling his arms away from her, she gave him a cocky smirk. “How would you like a close and intimate look at my beautiful, little pussy?"

Markus never got a chance to respond to the alluring request as he was thrown lazily onto the ground like a ragdoll. Falling with a dull thud, he stared up at the darkening sky and tree tops in a daze, partway due to the fall and partway due Kadia's exotic charm, while the cool grass tickled at the edges of his exposed arms and neck. A small groan left his mouth as he attempted to sit up, only to be roughly pushed back down by Kadia's psychic power, planting his back firmly against the soft earth below. Without needing a command, he obeyed her like a puppy.

“Uh, is it important to note that I'm a virgin?" Markus asked hesitantly, unsure of what to say in the still, dusk air. He had rarely dated any girls back home, much less gotten into any sort of serious, sexual relationship. Most of his experience was whatever the internet decided to show him that day, none of it though ever involved fucking a Pokémon. Mating with a legendary Pokémon hadn't been upon his list of things to do, or ever to do really.

“No, not really," Kadia answered with an underlying chuckle, floating just out of his range of vision to keep her deeds a secret. “Though I can't say I'm too surprised, as cute as you are, Markus, you're far too shy and adorable to be someone who gets around. It is quite fitting how you would only be willing to offer up your services to a female Pokémon, but I just think that makes it even better." Her teasing tone showed she didn't mean any harm, though the sense of superiority still remained.

The human tilted his head up, attempting to get a good luck at what the Latias was planning, only to come face to face with the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Mere inches from his face laid Kadia's shapely, red ass, her curves accentuated by the dim light in the sky as his eyes stared, utterly mesmerized by the two fat cheeks jiggling gently from side to side. Between her feathered mounds was her soft, quivering pussy, weeping all of her delectable feminine juices through her plump, tender folds. Her pink, juicy vulva peeked out from behind her womanly lips while her enticing clit winked exotically in his direction, both calling him alluringly to become lost within their euphoric depths. Above her quivering, wet flower sat her tight, puckered tailhole, filling the air thickly with her musky scent while it flowed with her sweet, aromatic arousal.

Markus' member pressed hopelessly against his pants, attempting to escape out into the open air and be satisfied with Kadia's enticing body. He could feel the warmth emanating from her body, his blush already making his face feel like it was on fire. “You're beautiful, Mistress Kadia." Was all the Pokémon trainer managed to say after staring for several seconds.

“Tell me something I don't know," Kadia teased, backing her voluptuous rear-end closer to his face. “Now be a good little servant and use your tongue so your mistress can figure out a proper reward for her cute little pet, will you?" There was a clear tone of impatience within her voice, wanting what she desired right at that moment.

“Yes, mistress!" He obliged, gently taking one of her cheeks within the palm of his hand and tantalizingly bringing his face closer to her glistening, wet pussy. Reaching out with his tongue, he gently parted her outer, more tender folds and lapped against the insides of her flower. Her sweet, strawberry-like taste exploded across his taste buds as Kadia softly moaned at his touch, encouraging him to trace his tongue across her inner vulva to please more of his exotic mistress. Markus pressed his nose tightly against her pussy and happily took in all of her erotic scent, all while lewdly kissing and licking her quivering little snatch with as much experience as a first time romantic.

A muffled cry of shock emanated from Markus into Kadia's weeping pussy lips as her wide, powerful hips slammed back into his face. His head was forced onto the grass and his lips buried tightly within her hot love tunnel, her juices and arousal staining his face and taste buds. Undeterred, he continued poking and digging underneath her soaking red folds, vigorously tasting her from every which way while she began grinding hotly against him and slathering him in all of her sticky, wet juices. Her erotic scent flowed thickly through his nostrils, clogging up space for preciously needed oxygen.

Kadia's hot, wet snatch squelched loudly on his dry lips as she happily bounced upon his face, her fat tush leaving just enough room for him to breathe before putting him right back to work. Her soft, echoing moans sang through the air quietly, wanting him to almost not know she enjoyed it. “For a virgin, you're squirming that cute little tongue in me quite nicely. All of my juices going down your throat as you become addicted to my taste—just be honest and tell me that's why you came to my island!" she ordered, wiggling his nose deeper into her tender folds. “You were coming here just to be dominated by a beautiful, sexy Latias, weren't you, Markus?"

“Mistress, I-" His muffled voice was silenced once again as her gorgeous, legendary booty was planted firmly against his face once again.

“Please, Markus, Mistress Kadia." She growled suggestively, displeased with his cheapening of her title. “That's two strikes for you now, wouldn't want to get to three, would we? Unless you want to be punished by your mistress, you cute bastard." Her words rung demandingly and erotically while she shifted her large butt down slightly to press her puckered tailhole right up against his awaiting nostrils.

No longer was Kadia's scent sweet and enticing but now thick, and erotic. Her tight, musky butthole tucked itself cutely into Markus, pressing and grinding her soft anal glans against his nostrils as he could do nothing more but begrudgingly whiff her earthly aroma. Yet, her musky scent only encouraged him to go further. His tongue maneuvered its way through her inner vaginal walls, tickling along her sensitive vulva and greedily lapping up her womanly juices she procured bountifully for her human. He began poking and wiggling his tongue into her tight love tunnel, tongue fucking her gently as her constricting walls tightened and opened to accommodate for him.

Kadia's groans became louder and more erotic, a welcoming sign that Markus was managing to please his benevolent mistress. Her juices flowed more freely now, trickling out of her stimulated pussy and onto his awaiting tongue to be gulped down happily by Markus. Each push, lick, and kiss against her legendary flower further increased the euphoric pleasure she was experiencing, making her only want to press down harder and smother her human beneath her enticingly thick ass. Her round, shapely cheeks engulfed his vision from all sides, the red, nearly invisible feathers rubbing roughly on the edges of his exposed skin. Her tail feathers closed desperately around him, tickling him with their soft, downy feeling while she continued to grind and groan for more.

It soon reached the point where Markus could barely breathe. So completely and utterly smothered by her beautiful ass, covered in all of her soft, squishy flesh, he struggled to find room to take in air as he could only inhale the lewd, earthly scent of her cute, puckered tailhole deeply. His mouth was drowning in the droves upon droves of her sweet, sticky juices, pouring out of her soaking wet pussy, his tongue fucking her with passionate and wanton need.

Kadia's coos greatly increased in intensity, her moans calling out into the twilight. Her paws grasped his legs for support at the immense pleasure coursing through her nerves, no longer caring for the safety of her pet as she came just shy of suffocating him. “Keep sticking your tongue all up in my pussy, Markus. You know you can't get enough of it, nor the smell of my hot, musky tailhole, can you?" she demanded dominantly.

“Mffph!" Markus' muffled response came out, crying out desperately from the slowly lacking oxygen. His hands moved to push her glistening, wet folds off of his face, only for her to press back even harder and clamp her inner walls tightly around his tongue.

“Oh Markus, I thought you would've realized there's no escape by now." The Latias chuckled, playfully humping against him to give him a reminder. “The only way you're getting off of my cute, fuzzy tush and getting your precious oxygen is making me cum all over those dry, human lips. But, for now, my little puckered butthole will keep you satisfied."

Markus' air was quickly running out, his lungs losing what little oxygen they had as the only scent that filled his body was her thick, musky aroma. His nose pressed harder against the entrance to her tight anal glans, nearly sticking it partway through at her continued humping and grinding. He hurriedly dug his tongue further into her soaking, wet snatch, lapping up her delicious, sticky femcum.

Kadia grinned smugly and wiggled atop him. “Unnnf! Good boy, I knew you could listen to reason," she praised graciously, moaning loudly in the process. “I'm getting pretty close to cumming- Ah! …-so maybe pick up the pace and I won't have to suffocate you tonight? It'd be a shame to waste such a perfectly good pet on the first night."

Unfortunately, Markus' vision was getting darker.

He could barely keep up his pace, the lack of much needed oxygen finally catching up with him as his body continued to wane. His lungs cried out for any air, struggling to do anything with the aromatic musk coming off of Kadia's erotic body. His arms fell weakly to his sides as he diverted all of his energy to pleasuring her sensitive, pink vulva, aggressively tongue-fucking her inner walls while she squelched and moaned from his efforts. Yet, the Latias continued to ride him like a toy, trying to squeeze every last bit of pleasure out of him and satisfy her pent-up, womanly needs. Her juices flowed and flowed, dribbling down the sides of Markus' cheeks as he could barely take it anymore.

The soft, needy pants of Kaida grew louder, her body pushing and clinging onto him, unable to control the quickly rising euphoria. Markus wasn't quite sure what to think, but even the most in-experienced of men could tell she was about to burst.

“Ah~! Ah~ Ah~!" The Latias moaned, wiggling gently at the lapping of her sensitive pussy. “You better not waste all of my sweet juices if you want a reward- PET!"

Her sudden cry was instantly cut off as she groaned erotically and pressed with all of her might into Markus' tan face. If the sudden cry wasn't enough of a split-second warning, her tight, inner walls definitely were. They clamped down around his invading tongue and broke the floodgates of her flower, sending waves of her hot, sticky femcum directly on him. Her orgasm came like a tsunami, unleashing a torrent of her delectable, wet juices into his mouth while flooding his full belly and splashing over his head. Her soft pussy lips grinded and pressed against his mouth, leaving little room for her draconic fluids to escape. Still, his blonde hair and shirt collar were slathered bountifully in her orgasmic release by the feminine essence he could not swallow.

He saw stars, trapped underneath Kadia and breathing in all of her heavenly musk whilst being quite literally drowned in her endless climax, he was beginning to lose consciousness. Her clear, sweet femcum continuously poured out of her weeping folds and over his face while his nose was buried snugly in her puckered tailhole. Every splash of her juices further spread her berry-like aroma, marking Markus as her own personal toy no human or Pokémon in their right mind would ever use.

Eventually, the Latias' climax slowed down to a trickle. Her once loud and boisterous moans were silenced to a whimper, barely reaching Markus' ears as they echoed quietly through the air. She, at last, separated her gentle, wet snatch from her human pet as he took in a deep, desperate breath of fresh air after what felt like an eon had passed.

Markus coughed violently the moment she got off his body, greedily gasping for oxygen to fill his lungs. What little breaths he got still had twinges of her thickly scent mixed within them. The almost strawberry taste of Kadia's sweet nectar was engraved onto his taste buds, covering every corner of his mouth. Her delicious, sticky juices dripped down his face as he sat up, shaking his head to attempt to formulate his thoughts on the erotic situation that had just transpired.

Meanwhile, Kadia had taken to lazily floating on her back, not paying much attention to Markus' own doings as one of her claws absentmindedly fingered her spent pussy. Her paw toyed and rubbed against the areas he had most likely missed, tracing along her clit and upper regions of her vulva. She closed her amber eyes and exhaled lightly, enjoying the sensation of stimulating her more under-treated bits.

“I-I almost suffocated underneath you!" Markus exclaimed in disbelief, recovering from the shock of being suddenly smothered and used by a legendary Pokémon. “Were you even looking out for me? I'll admit that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life but—"

He was stopped by a flash of psychic energy, and Kadia finally paying him some attention. “There's no need to worry so much, Markus, you did such a great job pleasing a goddess like myself. You should be proud." Her eyes were glowing blue from her psychic, before dimming and revealing her normal, yellow eyes. “None of those other pathetic humans I used in the past on this island have been able to cause me to squirm like you did," she complimented.

“Really Kadia- Mistress Kadia?" He asked, remembering the name she ordered him to call her by.

A small grin appeared on her lips. “Good boy." She purred sensually, her eyes drifting towards his imprisoned cock begging for release. “I don't suppose you have some of your own needs to take care of, wouldn't you? Good boys deserve to get rewarded after such an exemplary performance after all."

Markus could feel his member twitch excitedly at her words, clearly empowered by the prospect. He had forgotten all about his own desires while eating out Kadia's needy flower, but now, his passions were burning. His dick throbbed painfully for any sort of release, his erection pulsing with wanton need while images of thrusting into the pussy he had eaten out moments ago flashed through his mind. If it meant being fucked by Kadia, he was more than happy to be this legendary Pokémon's bitch for as long as she wanted.

A simple nod was all that left him as his answer, too entranced by her allure and aroma to produce a verbal response.

“Is that so, Markus?" Kadia teased, lulling over his name once again to entice him. She flipped over and began hovering on her belly, forgetting about the paw playing with her hot, soaking pussy. Floating ever closer to him, she gave the human a sly look of encouragement. “I don't normally lift up my tail feather for any human that comes wandering onto my island, but for a cutie like you," she cupped her femcum-stained claw underneath his chin and forced him to look directly into her delicate amber eyes, “I'll make an exception."

Using her paw, Kadia instead gently guided Markus back down towards the forest floor. Her soft pads pushed against his chest while he followed along, nearly feeling her warmth and soft texture through the fabric of his shirt. Kadia's snout lay a few inches from his face, her whole body staying close to his own until he was fully prone once again.

Beneath her beautiful yellow irises, Markus could see a commanding yet endearing gaze as they stared into the windows of his soul. She wanted him to love her, to desire her, to need her if not to return the affection but only to fill her sense of pride and ego.

His mind trailed back to the words of the sailor and his own, only to chuckle internally at the irony and accept his fate. He wanted this and Kadia knew this all too well.

Kadia flashed Markus a playful grin as her other claw moved towards his groin, teasingly pressing and kneading into the cloth to elicit a reaction. “You should feel lucky," she stated, her sharper teeth peeking through her smile. “Few, if any humans will ever have the pleasure of saying they were mated by a legendary Pokémon. This had better be quite the honor for you."

Markus blushed and moaned greedily from her actions, shuffling nervously underneath her body as she lied lazily on top of him. “O-Of course, Mistress Kadia!" he replied almost instantly. His cock pulsated against her paw, throbbing for attention as small rockets of pleasure shot through his body.

A giggle echoed through the air. “Quick and obedient, just the way I like them." Kadia cooed softly, moving her lips closer to Markus' own to place a warm, wet kiss upon him in gratitude.

As she suckled gently on his mouth, her claw moved to hook onto his zipper and yank it down. The metal piece easily went down and separated from the latches, obeying the legendary's more superior strength. Satisfied with the result, she quickly unclipped the button on his pants before grasping the edges of his boxers and pulling both layers of clothing down his legs in an instant, effectively exposing his member for the world to see.

His cock sprung up and smacked against the Latias' feathered belly faster than he could react, twitching eagerly with confidence and desire. Markus recoiled and separated from the kiss while his blush further intensified, his face nearly as red as a cherri berry as he had effectively just dick slapped his mistress.

“Sorry about that," Markus muttered, scratching the back of his head anxiously while his dick throbbed and pulsed with little to no care. Blood continued to flow through his phallus as it grew more and more erect, his sensitive glans only reacting further to the pleasing and tickling sensation of Kadia's tiny feathers like blades of cool grass. He had been left out on too many of their more pleasurable interactions this night and his body was no longer having any of that.

The Latias giggled in response, closing her eyes in glee while she quickly snatched up his erect spire within her firm grasp. “Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson in manners then." She teased playfully, her paw gripping around his sensitive skin with a domineering aura, the ridges of her palm grazing against him as she slowly moved up and down his needy cock. Her claw danced up and squeezed, watching the human moan and squirm within her grasp as she rubbed along the underside of his sensitive glans.

“Yes p-please, Mistress Kadia," Markus moaned, his heart rate accelerating and his member throbbing happily at the notion.

Kadia had already given him a quick peck on the mouth by the time he finished his sentence. “Oh my, someone seems eager for what his mistress has instore for him," she toyed, eyeing his erect shaft from the base and his balls, all six-inches up to his mushroom-shaped tip as it spilled out globs of precum. “Though," She turned her attention back to Markus, “I hope you'll be able to handle my cute, little pussy, Markus. Plenty of cute little guys have spilled their seed before I could ever get to have any real fun with them, do you think you will be different?"

Markus nodded his head desperately. His attention was pulled away by Kadia removing her paw from his dick and shifting her body to reveal her glistening pussy to him once more. Her heated juices dripped heavily onto his exposed lap as he stared into her wet, inviting depths. Her tender, plump lips were still soaked from her previous climax yet still looked eager for more while the Latias slowly moved to grind the underside of her body against his cock, rubbing on the edges of his pent-up member but never penetrating into her tight, warm pussy. The human could only moan for more from his mistress, unable to control her alluring form poking and prodding his body.

A quick movement of Kaida's paw was all it took for Markus' head to be pressed firmly against her long, white neck. The comforting embrace of her soft feathers became familiar once again, making him sigh with delight and lock his arms around the legendary's back. His heart rate was quickening once again, images flashing through his mind of his beautiful mistress happily using her pet however her heart desired.

“Heh, don't worry, I'll finish this all in a moment, cutie," Kadia whispered, continuing to rub her soft, pink flesh against Markus. Her essence was slathered over his cock, creating a thin layer of her sticky, wet femininity while his precum stained her folds in a coat of creamy white. Satisfied with turning her servant into a quivering mess desperate for his mistress' attention, Kadia separated their most sacred areas, leaving a trail of her delectable juices. She then hovered the entrance to her wet flower just millimeters from the human's tip, causing him to wait in eager anticipation for the moment to finally arrive.

Markus panted hotly against her neck, gripping tightly around her. He could barely control himself under her bountiful teasing, already feeling like he'd burst at any moment given enough time. He squirmed underneath the larger Pokémon and pressed tightly against her, his body craving her with a lustful desire.

A chuckle escaped Kadia's lips as she leaned down to whisper once again. “I hope you're ready to not walk straight for a week, pet." She smiled and twirled his blonde hair, “Cause you will be pleasing the neediest Latias on this side of the planet."

An all encompassing blush washed over Markus' face as he waited. The warmth of her gorgeous folds raised above the reach of his tip as the Latias lifted her rear-end high into the air.

Silence passed between the two for the briefest of moments, before Kadia slammed down right onto the human's cock.

Markus instantly penetrated into her tight, warm pussy with his erect member, his mouth opening to moan loudly in response. His rock-hard phallus was quickly encompassed by Kadia's constricting vaginal walls, molding to perfectly fit his shape and size as her lubricating juices allowed for her to already press up against the base of his cock. Her powerful hips slapped roughly against his groin, sending a small grunt of pain through him, quickly overtaken by a wave of unimaginable pleasure between the human and Pokémon.

The Latias lingered there for a few moments longer, purring at the pleasurable sensation and trailing her lower end in smooth, methodic circles against Markus before tantalizingly pulling back up to his mushroom-shaped tip. Not even a second later, she slammed past his sensitive glans to repeat the process, only faster once more.

The pleasure was unlike anything Markus had ever experienced as waves of unimaginable bliss rolled through his nerves like an electrical current. His eyes closed instinctually, as if to somehow control the unfathomable sensation, while Kadia continued to smoothly slide up and down his cock in a fast, rhythmic motion. Each press of her wide hips parted her soft, outer lips to gain him access to her vagina, its inner walls clamping down perfectly on his hard, needy member to provide pleasure only a goddess like her could possibly provide. All the while, her feminine essence poured out of her soaking-wet flower, spilling all of her clear, sticky femcum onto the human's sore groin. It was like heaven to the inexperienced human.

Kadia clawed into the back of Markus' plain shirt, nearly ripping holes into it as she kept on slamming greedily into her most loyal servant. Her moans were not nearly as loud and boisterous as her pet's, but she still graced his ears with a lustful groan or a desperate coo here or there to reward his efforts. Her pounding dug him further into the earth, his own hips standing up surprisingly well against the legendary's relentless assault upon it as she rode him like a over-used sex toy. Her overstimulated clit being pressed and smothered by her efforts was becoming a burden, nearly taking all of her energy not to climax for the second time that night.

She didn't want to, not yet, she still had a pet to toy with.

“Well, Markus, is my legendary cunt everything you could have possibly desired and more?" Kadia asked with an evil grin splattered on her face, still pounding him ruthlessly like a sledgehammer.

Her pet didn't immediately respond, Markus was too lost in the experience to notice or care as he focused on the euphoric sensation flowing through his body. Rolling her eyes, the Latias began slamming into him faster. Her fuzzy rear-end crashed into him again and again, accelerating to a faster yet still methodical pace to bring more pleasure to her wet folds. The human let out a desperate moan at her quickened efforts, wincing with each hard press into his groin as Kadia's wet juices splashed over him upon impact. Still, having sex with the model-worthy Pokémon was enough to push past his sore, aching hips.

“Y-Yes Mistress Kadia!" he replied, broken out of his trance by her sudden acceleration. His arms felt weak but still held the tight embrace onto Kadia's neck. His toes curled from the uncontrollable pleasure and his throbbing, needy cock grew closer and closer to its peak. Pre-cum spewed out of its tip, partly lubricating her insides if only to make it even easier for Kadia to ride up and down his stimulated member.

Markus had feared at first that she was meant to take someone much bigger than he could ever be, but if this was the case she didn't show or care as she fucked him like her only outlet.

Kadia's amber eyes closed and she bit her lip to hold back a satisfied and pleasure-filled groan. “Unfff- Such a good human." The legendary dragon admired, craning her long neck back as her red wings stood out straight from the euphoria. “But I'm sure you can take even more of your mistress, can't you? You wouldn't want her to be unsatisfied with her pets."

Markus shook his head, but then nodded, and then shook his head again before becoming flustered at his attempt to answer the question. “J-Just fuck me," he stated in an embarrassed tone.

A toothy grin spread across the Latias' lips in response. She was going to do so already but seeing her human toy become so nervous and blushy was simply another element of fun to her submissive little pets.

The wet sounds of sex echoed louder as Kadia began fucking her pet faster and faster. Her hips moved with lighting speed, bouncing passionately on Markus' pulsating member while each slam only strengthened the lust and ecstasy of their moans. The blissful penetration of her most sacred area caused the Pokémon to get lost in her own sexual heat, her pussy pounding against his groin again and again to release her pent-up needs. However, her voracious fucking was uncontrollable. Every push and pull up and down her pet's meaty spire satisfied part of her erotic desires, if only to be replaced by an insatiable lust for more.

Kadia had already shoved Markus to the grass below by the time his head came slightly off of cloud nine. His hips, bruised and sore from the legendary's blunt assault, were paid no heed as his mind was focused squarely on the unfathomably euphoric pleasure traveling up and down his spine. He could feel every soft curve and defined shape of the Latias' vaginal walls, their soft, fleshy texture squeezing tightly and hotly around his throbbing shaft as her beautiful, soaking flower traveled quickly down his hardened length. It took nearly every ounce of concentration not to burst and cum into his mistress.

And, as if sensing Markus was near his limit, the legendary Pokémon let out a small animalistic growl of pleasure. Her pace spiked once more, this time her movements becoming snappy and erratic as opposed to her more fluid and quick thrusts from before. Her beautiful, curvy body coming down again and again, constricting around his member tighter and tighter and trying to push him deeper into her depths but to no avail.

Each domineering slam shook Markus' body against the ground and gave a stern reminder of how Kadia was his mistress now. Her powerful, sweet-smelling aroma clouded his mind as the pressure within his balls became a blur, the thought of releasing more appealing than ever as his cock throbbed painfully for its climax.

Her tight, warm insides only encouraged this fact, slathering his cock and nether regions in her bountiful feminine essence only suited to heat and warm the already fiery passion shared between the human and Pokémon to a boiling point. Kadia was eager to rein in her pet and see him fail first, to be filled with his creamy human seed so that she may claim him as her own.

Markus couldn't contain himself any longer, having been screwed and fucked into the ground for what felt like hours. His body practically begged him to release and he so happily complied, weakly thrusting his hips into the relentless Latias with a loud and triumphant moan. His member throbbed and pulsed with each wave of his climax as rope upon rope of his warm, sticky semen spewed out of its tip and into Kadia's warm, inviting womb. Her body finally ceased moving, sitting snugly against his bruised lap and unleashed her own climatic orgasm with a content, rumbling purr—her clear, sticky juices mixed with his white, creamy cum to fill whatever space was left in her tight, vaginal depths.

He continued to pant against her feathered neck, his cock twitching with each spurt of cum he shot deep into her soft, tender folds. Yet, her feminine essence poured like a rainstorm, washing over his orgasm and spilling the messy concoction of their releases into a puddle on his lap and the ground. The throbbing of his dick became more reserved as the last remnants of his pent-up orgasm faded, his thick, salty cum painting Kadia's insides a nice, creamy white amongst her clear-coated femcum. Only the sounds of their bated breaths and soft squelching of their juices remained.

A content smile graced Kadia's lips as she snuggled and purred gently into Markus' embrace, relishing blissfully in their aftermath. Her paws held him close to her chest while she wiggled atop him to find a more comfortable position for his semi-erect dick to rest within her. “So, how do you feel after getting the pleasure of fucking a goddess like myself?" she asked haughtily, already knowing just how much she had rocked his world.

Markus blinked once and shook his head, as if to situate himself back into the real world. “Amazing," he stated dumbfoundedly past his aching hips. “Divine, even, Mistress Kadia."

A soft chuckle emanated from the Latias. “Good boy," she praised cockily, running a claw through his messy hair as silence seemed to echo in the cool night air. “You did quite an excellent job yourself so don't you think about running off with that funny, gruff sailor you came here with. You are mine until I say you aren't, got that, cutie?"

“I—" Markus opened his mouth to retort, to counter in some way, but looking back up into the sky he saw the gaze of the moon peeking over the treetops. His ride was gone for who knows how long by now and though a part of him held sorrow over being stranded, yet another more hidden side silently rejoiced in the knowledge.

Nonetheless, he accepted his fate. “Yes, mistress Kadia." He said, feeling the judging gaze of the Latias lifted off of his shoulders with a relieved sigh.

Kadia smirked happily and brought her beautiful red wings down to partly shield him from the elements before falling fast asleep. Her larger form rested over him, not giving any room for him to possibly squeeze out of or somehow escape without waking her. Not that he would want to, anyway.

He was now stranded on a deserted island with Kadia, the Latias he had come here to catch, as his mistress.

Oh how the turn tables.

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