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“Amore,

dove sei andato?

Perchè mi hai lasciato?

Il mio cuore piange qui da solo…”

Soft light bathed the cobblestone streets in a warm glow, casting dancing shadows upon the walls. The soft voice sang out, shoulders hunched and listless while she pushed her gondola forward, her long paddle cutting deep into the inky, black water. The night was quiet except for her voice, one that Latios would know anywhere, even with the heavy, grim air hanging over her.

He passed slowly along the water’s surface, past tall, stone pillars on both sides of the canal. At the top rested the city’s Litwicks, flames shining bright in the darkness. Latios did his best to avoid them where possible. Their light reflected off of his natural cloak, leaving the slightest ripple in mid-air like heat rising from the metal roofs of the city’s great workshops.

Latios came close to her boat and stopped, hanging still in the air before slowly circling. His deep, blue eyes focused on the human staring down the path ahead of her.

Wanting eyes followed her movements, the way she so effortlessly pushed forward, never once losing the cadence in her rhythm. The itch in the back of his mind made his wings flare, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave, not yet. He looked upon her pale face and felt the irritation intensifying, and before he realized it he was within a foot of her blind side.

Before he could drift away from her, she turned so quickly that he was taken aback. One hand reached out like a striking Arbok to caress his cheek. The cloak his species generated began to crumble while her fingers so slowly traced along his feathered face.

“Amore,

sono qui ad aspettare.

Sperando di stringerti.

Un'ultima volta…”

His heart fluttered in his chest, threatening to leap from his throat. Her touch welcomed him in, drawing him close and gratefully accepting his warm presence. Calloused hands, ones that molded metal and wood, had slaved over tools, embraced him.

She had gotten so good at finding him.

Arceus had told him to stay away from humans. Latios had seen their ingenuity, how they reshaped the land to suit their needs. Either driving out the Pokemon or enslaving them within their crudely-fashioned apricorn prisons.

If it were any other human touching him, he wouldn’t have reacted so calmly.

“Adorato...why did you hide from me?” Her voice, as gentle as Mother Mew’s, serenaded him just as sweetly. “I have been looking for you…”

Latios floated forward and pressed his head to the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent deeply, the smell of freshly cut wood and molten metal greeting him. She wore the doublet of a man, inlaid with gold buttons and a deep green that always stood out amongst the workshops.

Her vibrant, red hair had been cut short and tied back, something that always pained him when he remembered her flowing locks. If it weren’t for her voice, he would have needed to take a second glance just to tell she was female.

“I wanted...to let you rest, Giuliana...”

Her mirthful chuckle coincided with the ship gently bumping against the stony wall of the canal, no longer guided by the paddle. Her hands were too busy pressing into his back, holding the much larger creature so tight that he could feel her heartbeat.

“Adorato, to be apart from you for even a day fills my heart with woe.” Her grasp on him relented and finally, her hands fell away. “I was prepared to search till daybreak for you.”

“You should be sleeping…” He spoke softly, his paw running along the smooth, polished wood of the gondola. He had always marveled at the things that Giuliana had been able to fashion, but that familiar ache in his chest remained. “I should not burden your mind, not when you have your...machine to work on.”

Giuliana’s eyes narrowed and she scoffed so heavily that he worried he might have slighted her. “A fool’s errand. It controls the canals, so they believe it can control the tides themselves. They fancy themselves Gods. Idioti! All of them. It’s meant to protect the city!” After a moment’s pause, her face turned towards him slightly. “Besides...I can only give my creations love,” her voice fluttered like a Butterfree in his ears, “they cannot return it.”

Latios felt the feathers on his neck rising, the tightness in his chest compounding till he thought he might swoon.

“I want you to join me tonight.” She finally said, having allowed the silence between them to marinate in the night air. “I need to feel you against me, mi amore...I need to touch you. Every part of you.”

Those words sapped the last of Latios willpower. The realization that she was still moving brought him back to reality, and he quickly moved to keep pace with her.

“If...that is what you desire.”

Giuliana docked her gondola at a small jetty, her arms straining to lift and drop the anchor. She was tired, Latios could tell by the way she pulled herself out with a heavy sigh. The sound of her feet on the cobblestone echoed off into the dark alleys where no Litwick stood vigil, leaving Latios to the thoughts weighing him down like the ship’s anchor.

“Mi amore, non farmi aspettare, per favore.”

Her words drifted out of the muddled shadows and embraced him. Sharp pinpricks of pain enveloped his chest, digging in like Fearow talons, and just as relentless.

Latios quickly followed her goading words, the longing in her voice making it impossible to resist. That solemn singing still rang out in his head. Though he could not understand the words of her Fatherland, their tone wasn’t lost on him.

His eyes were well adapted to the low-light conditions, although the close quarters of the alley still made it difficult for him to maneuver. Even the slightest brush against the rocky walls made him shiver, but he would not give in to the claustrophobic sensation.

Giuliana could have been stepping into the nine circles of Hell, and he would have followed her without a second thought.

The path they took was long and winding while keeping mostly to the alleys. She flitted in and out of view, but he never once lost track of where she was in the darkness. He could sense her mind even amongst the sleeping throngs they passed, her own as sharp as a needle and constantly grinding like a millstone.

Familiar streets soon came into view, and only when they came to a dead-end alley did Giuliana stop. The waning moonlight chased away the umbral tendrils that enshrouded her, freeing her from their icy grasp. The corner of her lip had turned up in a hint of amusement, one hand reaching up and pressing gently against the wall before her...and simply slipping through into the aether.

The rest of her body disappeared, and Latios followed.

The acrid stench of human domiciles faded away instantly, replaced by the sweet, drifting nectar of the world he had been raised in.

Moonlight cascaded through juvenile trees, shining on the budding flowers desperately yearning to bloom. Through the rough, tilled earth they rose heedless of humanity’s attempts to suppress them, tended incessantly by Latios’ guiding paws. Pools of water reflected the pale light from overhead, sending it shimmering across the grotto and enveloping Giuliana in an alabaster glow.

Latios still felt that gnawing ache from the amount of power he used to create and maintain the shroud that encased the garden. It felt like a small price to pay to keep it private.

If Mew could see it, he liked to think she’d approve of what her son had created.

Giuliana rested near one of the pools, allowing her hand to drift along the surface of the still water. As he approached her, her movements stopped.

“I wish I could create something as beautiful as you have here,” she whispered. “Mi amore, ever since you’ve shown me this…you know why I need to protect it.”

Latios did, even if he didn’t like it. Spying on his lover had been one of the hardest things he had ever done, filling him with wracking guilt. To see the grand device she was creating in the center of the city, the great Defense Mechanism of Altomare...no human should have been able to devise such a creation.

At least, not on their own.

He found himself in her arms, the tension and stress fading as soon as she embraced him. The great Legendary tried to ignore the tickling in the back of his head, the very thing that kept him away from her that night. His eyes fell, no longer able to meet the questioning eyes.

“Why do you hide from me so? I know you’re there, I can feel how you yearn to touch me, because...it is my desire as well. Do I...no longer please you?”

Doubt, sadness, he could feel it falling from her like leaves in the autumn cold. Her sadness was as deep a blue as the ocean depths. It chilled him to his bones, worse than any ice-type could hope to accomplish.

“No!” He stammered, all the shame that had been building up in him over the past months coalescing into a tidal wave of grief that poured from him. “I...it pains me to think....” The feathers on the back of his neck rose, sheer pain reflected in his words, the longing for absolution taking his breath away. “I made you into this...this…”

She silenced him so suddenly that he was taken aback. Her lips, soft and delicate, so much more than her hands, planted themselves on his own.

All at once he felt it, the shift in his mind that he couldn’t control. A flare-up of psychic energy radiated out of him, enveloping the two figures in pale-white light that made him light-headed. How could he resist the mingling of their psyches that gave rise to such an incredible longing?

Bits of memory drifted through his head, and he did not resist them. The strain in the back of his mind grew stronger, and he knew that she was experiencing the same visions that tormented him.

It had been his first time in the city, his first time so deep in humanity’s cradle that he had felt sick to his stomach. To see what they had destroyed to take this land for themselves was a mockery of Arceus’ will.

What little he had seen was enough for him. He had made to leave, intent on never returning.

Then...then he had heard that voice. It drew him in and captivated him more than even Mother Mew’s words. He remembered his jaw-dropping when he realized that a human could create such an angelic melody. When he saw her long, red hair decorated with pecha flowers, his heart had begun to beat faster in a feeling he had never known.

That had been the day he first delved into her mind.

It had been innocent at first, a longing to understand the words that she had to share with no one. A performance that didn’t need recognition, one that mattered only to the woman who sang so sweetly amongst the grime of the city. Day after day he would come to listen to her, and each day the longing to have her serenade him directly made it harder to tear himself away.

The human language wasn’t complex, their words, although barbarous at times, were much more esteemed when they came from her lips. It seemed he was the only one that appreciated her talent. As a simple cleaner in the city, every other man was keen to dismiss her.

At least, that was how she looked on the outside. On the inside there was so much more.

How could a human have so much potential? Why would Arceus gift them these opportunities that only needed the slightest spark to ignite like a powder keg? Dreams of grandeur that would never be met, longings that could never truly be fulfilled?

Surely, Arceus wouldn’t have looked down on him. There were so many doubts and insecurities from a lifetime of service. He told himself Mew wouldn’t have held it against him for bringing these thoughts forward.

Within months, his honey-tongued washwoman was starting an internship in the workshops. Gone were the flowing dresses that she wore, replaced by drab, men’s clothing that was always streaked with grease and sawdust. No longer did she suffer the barbs and stings of men who thought her lesser.

Still, she always came back to the canal. Always took the time to sing. These times, Latios knew it was for him.

Whatever bond had formed between them from his meddling left her to realize that he was there, had always been there.

Now, her hands pressed to his feathery chest, rubbing and massaging his body with gentle touches. Promises of what was to come made the hidden vent on his lower body heat up, and no matter how much he tried to resist it he shivered when his conical tip peeked out into the cool, night air.

Her mouth disengaged from his finally, the glisten of his saliva on her lips. He shivered when her tongue slowly ran along it, clearing it away in a manner that only fueled the growing, shameful excitement that he felt.

“Do you think me so weak that I have no choice in the matter?” Her forehead pressed to his own and an explosion of emotions burst through him before he could think to resist it. He shouldn’t have doubted her cleverness in taking advantage of their connection.

Longing, yearning...and intense desire.

No, the bright red emotions were lust.

It seared into his brain and caused his manhood to swell, pushing further from his slit. He went to hide it, but one of her hands rested on his paw and pushed it away.

“Do you think me little more than a marionette? A toy whose strings you pull to suit your whims? And if I were...don’t you think I’d enjoy dancing to your command?”

She was smiling, the hint of a giggling laugh so sweet that Latios’ own muzzle turned up in a hint of amusement.

“Mi amore...sciocca creatura!”

His breath caught in his chest when she pulled away from him, busying herself at the golden buttons along the front of her jerkin. He knew she could feel the press of his hot, heavy erection against her clothed leg, her torturously slow pace only making it twitch faster.

“Is it not the will of Arceus that we should change?” Her voice snapped him out of his reverent awe, although it was agonizing that he could not see when she pulled off her jerkin. “Like you Pokemon, like these flowers…” Her hand gestured broadly to the garden and then returned to him, and this time her fingers curled around his erection. “Why should I not have the opportunity to evolve?”

That question - and the hand around his manhood - gave him more pause than he would have considered.

His length was at least ten inches, a light pink in color that stood out against the white and blue feathers that covered his body. Five ridges ran along the length of it, each one larger than the last. His shaft twitched, pulsating in steady beats and curling sentiently against the air.

He had feared the first time they made love, horrified at just how different his anatomy was. That he had full control over his shaft had seemed to shock her, but he knew soon afterwards that it was excitement, not disgust that made her react so.

Her firm, strong hand moved slowly along his length, coaxing him to action. His head dipped down, pressing into the hollow of her neck and inhaling her scent. Not the smell of wood shavings and bitter oil, but her sweet, feminine aroma that took his breath away. His eyes flashed with a bright light, phantom hands tugging at her clothing and slowly revealing more of her pale skin to his longing eyes.

The glint of the moonlight reflected on her bare flesh, rendering her a porcelain doll and - at least to Latios - twice as perfect. He relished in undressing her, wings quivering as much as his shaft. The tight strap of leather she wore to hold back her breasts came free with a loud, relieved sigh from his paramour. They stood as tall and proud as the citadels that towered over the city, the cold air coaxing her delicate, pink buds to life.

“You males...your fascination with these are so amusing…” She cooed, her body jolting upwards when his tongue made contact with one. “Misericordia...but I do not complain…”

His tongue pulled at her taut skin, teasing around the areola and playing her as easily as he would an instrument. The knowledge of where to touch her, the best places to make her shiver, was constantly present in the back of his mind.

He knew how to make her sing the most carnal songs for him.

Her pants came down with a rush of psychic power, the delicate fabric that covered her womanhood now the only thing keeping him from his treasure. The tumultuous maelstrom in his mind stilled in her presence; everything she felt - and he felt through their connection - made his hips rock faster. He gave a final kiss to each budding bosom before his shoulders tensed.

Giuliana was reaching down, having released his shaft to grab the front of the thin cloth that hid her from him. Her pale face had blossomed with cherry-red desire that took his breath away, but he was far more focused on another part of her.

He saw the flash of scarlet first, the vivid red canvas that she trimmed down but refused to do away with. It was unspoken that he would have been crushed should she shave it all away. His shaft twitched once more, spilling drops of his watery excitement to the fertile soil below. No sooner had she laid herself bare to him did he act. His paws rested tenderly on her shoulders, his claws tracing her skin while his long neck craned down to plant tender kisses on her neck.

The enticing tickle of her pubic mound made him shiver while he ground against her. Each ridge along his shaft caught on her tender lips, eliciting louder gasps from the human. More of his slick pre pooled in the hollow of her abdomen, soon too much for it to hold and causing it to run down her sides like an overflowing canal.

“Mi amore...misericordia! Per favore! Don’t make me wait!”

His hips drew back, allowing his conical tip to trace through her curly, red bush once more. When his tip kissed her entrance, he could resist her no longer. Every muscle in his body tensed up and as her nails dug deep into his feathered back, he pushed forward.

She serenaded him with her gasping calls when the first ridge entered her and slowly pulled back out. He rocked his hips again, pushing it back into her and going even deeper, each time testing her depths with a heavy, panting grunt under his breath.

The tickle of the tall grass on his body co-mingled with the grasp of her long legs wrapping around him. With no chance to pull out, he felt her pushing down on him as best she could. Although the dragon Pokemon could have easily overpowered her in terms of brute strength, he found himself acquiescing to the urgent, commanding squeeze of her hips.

Her song had many parts to it, swelling with his thrusts, then becoming light and airy each time he pulled out of her. His ridges caught on her walls ceaselessly, grinding and rubbing sensually along her inner depths. The pleasure that radiated out of her manifested as a pink aura that surrounded them, encompassing Latios in a warming glow.

Their lips met again, and this time he did not know if it was her or himself that had initiated it. All he knew was that their tongues now mingled, his own much larger one at the mercy of the human’s.

Her muted moans escaped each time he drew back for a breath, his wings flaring with the urge to thrust as hard as he could. No other female had ever offered themselves to him in such a way, and deep down he knew that he would never accept another.

His hips smacked against her groin with a muted thump, his feathers absorbing much of the impact. He shivered from the top of his spine all the way down his back when he felt her deepest barrier. The legs and arms wrapped around him as firmly as iron told him pulling back wasn’t an option.

With one final, commanding thrust, he drove himself into her and inhaled deeply through clenched teeth. His climax came thick and heavy, his wiggling tip just able to pierce her cervix. There was no doubt in his mind he had performed his duties as a mate admirably; he had felt the rush of her own feminine climax coating his groin feathers.

As they joined each other in sublime union he could only pant, savoring the sweet nothings that came from below him. Her hands released him and he rolled over onto his side, then onto his back to allow her to rest on him.

While Giuliana finally gave in to the specter of slumber, Latios was there to hold her.

“Amore,

dove sei andato?

Perchè mi hai lasciato?

Il mio cuore piange qui da solo…”

The torrential rainfall fell around Latios, splashing off his hunched back and simply rolling off to the ground below. The words fell from his lips as effortlessly as the rain on his feathers, the same song he had replayed over and over in his head for decades.

His eyes slowly opened and he felt the heavy weight in his chest grow even stronger. The great trees that surrounded him swayed and rocked, groaning under the stress the turbulent wind put them under.

Water ran free from the overflowing ponds, pooling on a ground that was too saturated to accept more. His eyes closed once more, and for a moment he just listened.

The crack of thunder overhead, the sound of rushing water all around him. Farther away he could hear the commotion of the city. It was a dull clamor that never should have been able to breach the walls of his garden. Many voices cried out for salvation, screams and cries that plagued him no matter how he tried to shut them out.

“Dad?”

He shifted, his wings tucking a little closer to his body when he heard that sing-song voice laid low.

“Father, please...it’s time to go.”

This one was deeper, holding a firmer tone to it that reminded him of a time long ago. A time before his feathers had dulled like the waning sun on the brink of setting.

“We have to leave.”

“No. No, I will not. This is my...our home.” Latios said firmly, finally bringing himself to gaze upon the small stone set into the ground before him. It had been weathered by the centuries, but Latios had not allowed the words to fade.

Giuliana Figlia Della Luna da Altomare. 1498-1553.

“Kyogre will not stop.”

Two smaller creatures hovered near him, their feathered coats kept dry by the psychic shielding they used. One was the spitting image of himself in his youth. The other...the image of her mother.

Her feathers were the most vibrant shade of red, glistening even in the downpour. She was smaller and more lithe than her sibling. She hovered closer to him than her brother did. One of her paws slowly drifted down and landed on his shoulder, giving a firm squeeze.

In his mind, no other creation of Giuliana’s was as glorious as them.

“He will not listen?”

“Mother’s...the human’s machine is complete.” His lip curled back and the words fell from his mouth like sour barbs. “He feels it is an affront to his domain, to try and control his oceans...”

Latios pushed himself off the soaked ground slowly, his heart wrenching when the rain began to fall directly on Giuliana’s grave. For the past month he had protected it from Kyogre’s malevolent downpour. He had seen what it was all building to. Even with the human’s new technological advances, their steam engines and their new capture devices for Pokemon, they stood no chance against an ancient god’s fury.

“Cosimo, Agnolo. I will not leave your mother behind.”

Before they could voice a word against it, he had reached out and taken both of them into his paws.

For the longest time he just held them there, relishing in the last living memory of his mate. For years he had watched them corrupt and twist the ‘defense’ mechanism into a weapon, and in all that time he never concerned himself with their follies. Giuliana had said it would never work.

Unfortunately, Giuliana’s prediction proved false. Even if it lacked a power source.

“Cosimo…” He whispered, his words almost drowned out by the rain. “You are strong. Watch after your sister. Agnolo...you have your mother’s mind, never forget that.” The way his lips quivered and his voice cracked shamed him, but he pressed on. “You two...are the greatest gifts I could have ever received. Your mother would be...so proud to see what you’ve both become.”

His mind drifted to images of better times, and he felt his children shift in his grasp. Of all the memories he had shared with them of their mother, these he had kept for himself. Coveted like the rarest of treasures, they came out with an outpouring of emotion that broke through the torrential rain.

The day he first showed her the garden and was able to see the smile that broke out across her face before she threw herself in to hug him.

Of the nights he took her high above the city on his back, Litwicks - before they had been replaced with gas lamps - twinkling like diamonds far below them. Her laughter as sweet as a cherub even with her face pressed into his back.

How she cried when she held them for the first time, her eyes overflowing with raw emotions. How he had cried when he embraced all three of them.

“Your mother’s heart rests in Altomare. I will not see it crumble.”

Cosimo drew away from him and growled, paws clenching into tight fists. Agnolo did not let him see the tears he knew were there. Longing filled him at that moment and Latios glanced between them before dipping his head.

“There are humans in this world that will surprise you, my children…”

Latios could no longer draw this out. He left them hovering there, their heads turning up to watch him go.

It had been some time since the legendary pokemon had to flex his powers. It was almost amusing in a way. He had spent so much time running and hiding from the humans of the city he feared he had forgotten. It felt unnatural drawing these reserves for something other than maintaining his garden’s protective illusion over the centuries.

The tide had pulled away from the shoreline, draining the canals it fed into and rendering them bare. Gondolas crushed upon the rocks decorated the dry bottoms like skeletal remains. Thin stone walls had been a last ditch effort, torn down like papyrus under unrelenting waves.

Hidden in the depths of the ocean, Kyogre’s bellow reached his ears. A shrill, splitting scream that made him wince. He could already see the wave forming when the leviathan breached the surface.

The water roiled and bubbled around him, great whirlpools building around his fins and sucking down anything unfortunate enough to approach him. Now he could see his intent, as the great wave rose from the surface, it grew larger and larger, towering over him to the point his doubts even he could stop it.

Far away he could smell wood shavings and machine oil, the phantom aroma tormenting him more than the pain that was wracking his body. It had started with pinpricks, but grew into a crushing weight that threatened to strike him from the sky. So long had he lay dormant, he doubted his body remembered how to handle this much power. Latios gathered all of it into his chest and took a deep breath. He was glowing bright white like the forges of the workshops of old, a beacon to the citizens that stared up at him in awe.

Everything that he was and everything he had coalesced into one spectacular beam of light that burst from him. All his pain and sorrow, his love and desire. It cut through the great wave and struck Kyogre dead-on. He heard the bellow again, no longer of anger, but of pain.

And then he was falling.

Like a comet plummeting to earth he no longer had the power to keep himself aloft. Everything drifted out of focus, his vision doubling and then growing black along the edges. With just enough wherewithal he saw the wave almost dissolve, Kyogre disappearing back into the depths that spawned him. The corners of his muzzle turned up in the weakest of smiles.

Then, paws were grasping him, catching him even though he could no longer answer their urgent voices.

Cosimo and Agnolo. They felt so far away, the pain and cold that had plagued him for so long evaporating with the white-hot energy that swallowed him. Before the blackness overtook his vision, he let out the smallest of whispers.

“Mi amore...I’m coming.”