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When he woke up enough to put a thought together, he was very grateful it was the weekend. He wasn't exhausted at least, but he could feel the evening and night's exertions. His lips were dry despite their best efforts to stay hydrated. A glance at his alarm clock told him it was nearly afternoon.

Not surprising. He hadn't quite lost track of how many times they'd fucked. It was more than he'd imagined he could have gone, though, a testament to Dez's allure and skill. His morning wood did, in fact, feel tender. It was almost a wonder he could get hard at all.

His Salazzle lover—still quite a novel thought, though one that had him smile—had opted to stay the night at his invitation when they'd finally surrendered to fatigue. They were still spooned together. She stirred in his arms, curled up enough that her tail wasn't touching his erection. The translator was on the nightstand with her wrist screen. He kissed the top of her head, gently. And then remembered what he was going to ask.

Her breathing picked up as she stirred again, hugging his arm looped under her. Advantage of her being smaller and lighter: his hand was a little tingly, but the limb hadn't fallen asleep. He lazed, watching her, until a violet eye cracked open and her pupil focused on him.

"Good morning," he whispered, smiling.

Dez smiled back, and murmured something that sounded pleasant. Maybe the same sentiment. The eye blinked, opened wider, and her gaze flicked to the nightstand.

"Need the translator?"

She nodded, and he took advantage of his longer reach to scoop up the collar and wristband. Her fingers worked in practiced motions, turning them on and hooking the translator to her neck. After a moment, it chimed pleasantly.

"Sorry," she said, patting his arm. "I forgot I had it off. Usually if I'm waking up with someone..."

He grinned. "You speak the same language, I get it. And I don't mind. How are you feeling?"

"Mmmm." She arched in a languid stretch, albeit with a pleased hum when she found his morning wood. "You, and your bed, are very comfortable."

"Glad to be of service."

"How are you?"

"Also very comfortable." He took in a breath as her fingers closed around his length. It wasn't bruised and battered enough to be unpleasant, at least. Quite the opposite. "Though if we're doing anything, I'd want to go to the bathroom and get some water first."

She chuckled and patted his arm with her other hand. "Poor Ewan. Did I tire you out?"

"A little," he wasn't afraid to admit. He grinned again. "And I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"Mm." Aside from a soft caress from her thumb, she seemed content just to hold him. "So, is it..." She trailed off for a moment. "You're open to more? A courtship?"

He hugged her a little closer. "I am. I mean, we'd have to talk about what 'more' looks like, what we both want from a relationship. That sort of thing. Doesn't have to be now, though."

Her purr vibrated against his chest. "I'm glad. I... my initial attraction was physical, but I enjoy talking with you, spending time with you." She rolled onto her back and looked up at him. "The sex, too."

He chuckled and rested his free hand on her belly. They'd cleaned up before going to bed, or otherwise both of them would have been quite sticky. His cock flexed in her hand at the memories. She gave it a short, slow stroke. Even without his research he didn't have to wonder if they were the only one who'd crossed the divide between species, or if those fragments of old legends were true. They were just the latest in an undoubtedly long line of humans and Pokémon who had found themselves on the same page.

Which reminded him.

"I remembered what I was going to ask you about the translator," he said, and frowned when she went still.

At least, until he saw the clearly bashful expression on her face. "I forgot to remind you," she said, not quite meeting his gaze. "I had... other things on my mind."

"I think we both did." He slipped his fingers between her thighs, and her purr grew louder. "But, I wanted to ask... if in the future you forgot the charger again, or if it broke down, or you just didn't want to put it on for a bit, would that change things between us?" He watched her watching him, and gave a reassuring smile. "I don't think it would, for what it's worth. But I'm curious to hear what you think."

She nodded slowly, and let go of his cock to snuggle closer. "I am... very glad to hear that." She paused, and he let her gather her thoughts. "There was a worry in the back of my mind that, without it... you wouldn't be attracted to me anymore."

"And I didn't want you to worry about that. What matters now, is, well, we've already established a pretty thorough connection. I'm interested in and attracted to you. I mean, if I got sick or had an accident and couldn't speak anymore, I wouldn't be any less myself, would I? We'd have to figure something out if we couldn't share a language anymore, but it's not a deal-breaker."

Dez leaned up and kissed him, slowly, with every bit of practice they'd put in the night before to convey her passion with a minimum of awkward interfacing. Their tongues met, and he belatedly hoped his morning breath wasn't bad. She didn't seem to notice, or maybe didn't care.

"Don't tell anyone," he murmured when they came up for air, "but I think I'm falling for you."

She giggled as she slipped her muzzle under his chin. "The feeling is the same with me." The hand on his chest paused in its caresses after a moment. "We'll also need to talk about what happens if someone finds out."

Much as he wished he could shrug it off, that was a worry in more than just the back of his mind. But also not a deal-breaker. "We will. Later, though."

"Later," she agreed, and slid her hand down towards his groin.

Unfortunately, his bodily needs wouldn't be so easily postponed. "Bathroom first," he said, kissing her head in apology, and felt rather bereft of her warmth once he left the comfort of the sheets. Afterwards, he swished some mouthwash in case they started kissing again. She went in as soon as he left, and he downed a glass of water before refilling both their cups.

"Thank you," she said when he handed hers over after she'd returned to the bed. "Seems I missed the opportunity to help you, though." She patted his nearly-flaccid cock.

"It'd be a fun way to wake up. Better than any alarm clock." He set his drink down so he could caress her in return. "I'm not sure it'll get back up anytime soon, you drained me pretty well."

Her grin was nothing short of devious. "Shame. I wouldn't turn down one more round before breakfast."

He considered his options and smiled. "Well, my fingers still work?"

"Mm. That'll do just fine," she murmured, guiding his hand. His fingers were sore too, it turned out, but once he found the right position, it was easy enough to keep two in while rubbing her, his other hand and lips finding a few erogenous spots she'd introduced him to the night before. He still didn't get fully hard despite teasing and stroking from her hand, but she waved off his attempted apology and bore down on his hand anew. It didn't take long until she arched in his embrace, lower half writhing and grinding into his touch, her vocalizations guttural and wordless and unmistakably orgasmic.

"Good, good, pause, okay," she said when he threatened to keep going, a little giggle tinging her voice as she relaxed into his arms. "Oh, thank you, Ewan." Her fingers cupped his balls one more time—she was a little fascinated, as many Pokémon had them mostly retracted when not aroused, or fully internal like Salandit. "I'll have to return the favor when you're recovered."

He chuckled and helped clean her, and his fingers, with a couple tissues. "I look forward to it. But, since my cock isn't being very cooperative, I think I need a shower. Then breakfast?"

"I'll join you, if the water is warm enough."

"If not, I promise to keep you warm," he said. As it turned out, borderline scalding for him was barely more than lukewarm for her. He bumped the temperature when they traded positions. They lathered each other up as much as themselves, casually exploring and caressing. Teasing, too, though they were pretty well sated. After they dried off and he reluctantly put on a pair of shorts, they raided the fridge and pantry for food.

"So, I need to go buy some supplies for my place sometime today," Dez said between bites. Once again, she was perched on the table, foot nearly in his lap. "I would enjoy a walk with you, before that?"

"Absolutely," he said. "I should get groceries too. Run some laundry... probably take a nap. I was too busy having fun to sleep much last night."

They shared a grin, and he split one of the fresh fruits for her.

"We could meet tomorrow once we're rested up." She curled her tongue around one of the slices, evidently savoring the flavor. And likely teasing him. "In fact, I should show you my place. It's only fair."

"I look forward to seeing it. Another juice?"

"Please."

---

After a few more practice kisses—thorough ones, of course—they ended up walking down the main market street for their district. Distant clouds formed the likely vanguard of a mild storm front that would interrupt an otherwise beautiful day. They enjoyed the sights and idle conversation about whatever came to mind, occasionally interrupted by a passerby asking where Dez got the collar. Once the wind picked up they embraced, promised to text, and reluctantly parted. He was missing her before they even turned around.

Then again, he would see her soon. Memories of their conversations, and hopes for more, put a smile on his face. Probably a goofy one. He didn't care.

A raindrop hit Ewan's shoulder right as he came up the walkway to his place. Perfect timing. Plates and towels got sorted after texting Dez that he'd enjoyed the night with her; hunger distracted him from tackling more until he enjoyed some leftover rice.

The fresh air from the walk had refreshed his sense of smell. On entering the bedroom he caught a faint, lingering scent of the prior night's carnality. More so when he stripped the well-used sheets.

"Down, boy," he muttered at his attempted erection. It twitched in his pants, probably wondering when it would get milked by the sexy Salazzle again. The urge to do something about it was quite thoroughly sated, at least.

He found himself grinning again. Dez was... well, 'unlike any of his past lovers' was certainly accurate. It was true for more than species. Though, that keen mind did have very lovely packaging. Did the creators of the translator realize just what an entrancing being they were unleashing on humanity?

A thought occurred, and he was fairly stunned that he hadn't thought of it before. He pulled out his phone to text Dez: "Does the translator work in reverse, would I be able to use it to talk in your tongue? Or do they make one like that?"

He wondered how that would work, how it would sound. He'd have to get used to another voice overlapping his own. Dez had said it took her months of practice and tweaking to get it sounding fluent and natural. But what was life without new things to learn and strive for?

His phone buzzed. "It doesn't. I remember hearing one of the employees say something about working on a human version. I'll send a message and ask."

He replied with his thanks and set about the laundry. More date ideas, too, he'd have to put together a list after a nap. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

---

By Sunday morning he had a few jobs lined up for the week, part to give himself something to do, part to keep some money in his pocket until the regular paychecks started flowing. It also gave him some measure of distraction from his phone. Not that he was restlessly waiting for Dez's message. He actually did focus on breathing, relaxing, slowing down his urge to be with her every waking minute. There were still relationship hurdles to sort out. They were still two people with their own lives, even if they were starting to overlap.

Or intertwine, as it were. Intermingle. Join. Straddle. Exploring and knowing each other. Deep, intimate connection.

Maybe the language barrier was a good thing. He was already having trouble imagining going back to his own species.

His phone vibrated, and he took a breath to let his heart land from its giddy leap. She was free to meet him whenever, and attached the address. One of his favorite cafes was on the route, so he asked if she wanted anything.

When he got there, he got two lemonades and, for the first time, had good reason to pick up a small pack of Poké beans.

Dez was waiting for him on the main road and waved the moment he was in sight. He did one better and knelt down, carefully balancing the drink carrier and wrapping an arm around her.

"I should have asked if there was anything you wanted to do before coming to my place," she said, once they withdrew.

"Nothing looked interesting today, so we're not missing much. I'm just glad you're having me." He licked his lips. "Though it is good to get out and about sometimes, or we'll wear each other out."

Her grin was nothing short of devious. She led him down one of the side paths. A long, narrow building had a crisp logo of a Pokémon in a stylized house on the side. It looked to have been a set of bike garages or personal storages, judging by the roll-up doors on each unit. A sign out front read: "Konikoni Pokémon Dens"

A Wartortle came out the door of one, waved at Dez, did a double-take at Ewan, and seemed to shrug before grabbing a package and retreating inside.

Dez's unit was towards the end, and even had her name on the small mailbox. She opened the regular door to the side of the roll-up with a wave of her wristband over the control pad. "Here we are. Come in!"

Ewan wasn't sure what he'd been expecting—hadn't tried to expect anything, really. The space inside wasn't all that different from where he was living. Floor mats and a rug covered the linoleum floor—which had probably been put over the garage concrete. A few seat cushions around a low table, a kitchenette, a few other odd features and sundries. The temperature was decent and the air was as fresh as the indoors got. Not bad at all. It was good to know the place wasn't taking advantage of her and other Pokémon. There was plenty of that with humans.

"Looks nice," he said, setting the drink carrier on the table. "How do you like it?"

She hummed. "It's decent. Secure, clean, polite neighbors." Her gaze turned sly. "Right now, I'd rather focus on my guest."

He went to one knee to take off his shoes, looking her up and down, enjoying the rush of anticipation. "Would I be hopelessly ensnared if I said I was at your service?"

Dez grinned and closed the distance. Her muzzle brushed by his lips before working along his jaw and neck. Her svelte figure pressed flush against him, intimate and uninhibited; their hands roamed freely over each other, and hers quickly slipped under his shirt and along the waistline of his pants.

They didn't dive in yet. Her teasing withdrawal nearly had him falling towards her, a near-literal pull of seduction. He was reminded that she was older, and certainly more experienced. Of course she'd have keen ideas on how to beguile and entice.

"Let me get a drink," she purred, "and then I can show you more."

"The lemonade is fantastic. And, these are for you." He held out the pack of beans, and smiled when her eyes lit up.

"You picked my favorites. Such a, what is the term? Fine man? No, it sounds like, hm. Gentle?"

"Hm? Oh, gentleman?"

"That sounds right. Some concepts don't translate well no matter how good the technology, I think." She took a slow pull on her cup, clearly savoring the flavor. He took the opportunity to sip his own. Her eyes focused on him after a few swallows and she set it back on the table. "Now, where were we?"

In retrospect, he probably should have guessed the drinks would go ignored once they were pressed against each other.

The more they touched and kissed and explored, the more his need came rushing to the fore, the previous day's recovery leaving him ready for more. Her fingers slid between them and teased the button on his pants. "Go ahead," he breathed, giving her rump a squeeze. She growled in his ear, fumbling at the fastening until he helped slip it free. The zipper was much easier for her, and he let out a breath when she caressed his stiffening length. The heat bled through his underwear so quickly he almost thought she'd snuck her hand inside that, too.

His fingers couldn't quite find the right angle to feel her up. She arched at his touch all the same, so he settled for exploring, seeing where else she might be sensitive. No breasts, long muzzle, a tail... and yet, he couldn't stop, didn't want to be anywhere but here, caressing and groping the irresistible lady before him. She wasn't idle, either, nuzzling and cupping his balls and working his pants down to his thighs before squeezing his shaft. She found the fly of his underwear and snuck a couple fingers in, stroking him directly.

A low chuckle rolled in her throat as he pushed forward. "Feels like you're tempted to rut me right on the table, here."

"Probably not the most comfortable," he murmured, and grinned when rubbing between tail and back had her huff and roll her hips into his touch. "I don't suppose there's a bed?"

"There is," she said, her sotto voce natural voice husky under the smooth translation that followed. "This is the part where I say, you might be a little big for it." A well-timed squeeze for emphasis made up for her pulling away. She took his hand and smirked as his pants fell a little further.

He managed to keep them on until they arrived. The bed was little more than twin-sized with a bottom sheet and something like a thin blanket. Given how warm she was, would she even need it? He let go of his pants and stepped out of them as she vaulted onto the mattress. The short socks he wore came off easily while he pulled off his shirt. She watched, gaze hungry, as he made a little show of edging the underwear down, the tent increasingly obvious until he slipped the last bit of clothing off and kicked it into the loose pile.

Once again, he was naked with a Salazzle. It was only the start, he knew.

"I may not be very good at this," she said. Her hands went to his hips and gently stopped him short of the bed. He only had a moment to frown before he saw the way she was eyeing his shaft, the underside almost touching her thin snout each time it bobbed. She opened her muzzle; she didn't have teeth, but from kissing he knew there was an edge behind her thin lips, almost like that of a beak. Despite her concern, he felt none of that. Her tongue traced a hot, wet path up his shaft. One hand stayed on his hip, and he gently put his palm over it, while the other circled his base. Thus held, she took another long lick before rising up on her knees and tail. She wasn't able to fit more than his head in her muzzle—too thick, which was something of a boost to his ego—but her tongue swirled around him, then lapped at the pre he could feel starting to drip out.

His other hand stroked her smooth scalp, especially when she grumbled when a few attempts to take more of him fell short. "This is pretty hot, Dez," he murmured. His cock tensed in her grip as she looked up at him. He always did love that. "It, ah... might be easier than you think to get me off like this."

She grinned and hummed, sending a shiver up his spine from the vibration. After a few more slow, sensual strokes, she withdrew. "Good to know. We might have to try that sometime. For now, though." She leaned back, moving the hand from his cock to her belly and trailing downwards. "I think I want you somewhere else..."

He licked his lips. No doubt she'd be wet, eager... and he remembered how she smelled, and felt. "I'm thinking the same thing."

"Good," she purred, and pointed to the nightstand next to them. A couple bottles were in reach, and he grabbed the taller one. The brand was the same as his. "I liked the lubricant."

"It works wonders. But first, I want to try something." He chuckled as her head tilted, and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. Confusion gave way to purrs as he kissed her muzzle, then down her throat, chest, belly. Whether by realizing his intent or just from reflex her thighs opened, and he spread her with his thumbs. Very wet, indeed, and her usual scent mixed with the headier spice of her arousal. The subtle pucker of her anus rested underneath, and then underbelly turned to tail.

With one hand under her thigh for support, he dove in, throwing all caution out and taking his first taste of her. She was different from the couple women he'd eaten out before, somewhat muskier and a little tart. Not unpleasant. He stroked his tongue along her slit, curling and pressing and seeking sensitive spots as she ran fingers through his hair and gasped. So far, so good. If she had a clit or the equivalent he wasn't sure where it was, though from the way she started rolling her hips when he pressed in, there was plenty of pleasure to be had. He added a finger, working it in while he closed his lips above it, seeing what got a reaction...

"Place," she said.

He blinked. Paused at her annoyed grunt.

"Sorry." She kept a hand on his head, and the other tapped her wrist. Her own voice grew louder, though the translation stayed the same volume. "I'll explain later. You're fine." She shivered as he bent his finger. "Unless... mm, you'd rather get on the bed."

Much as he wanted to keep tasting her, pleasing her, his shaft was starting to ache with his need. Possibly too much, it wouldn't do to last less than a minute. He uncapped the lube and started working it in her, then on himself. One last kiss to her lower belly and he rose up, climbing onto the bed and between her legs once she turned on the sheets.

"This, uh," he said, trying to figure out how to bridge the third of a meter between them. "Maybe if I lay down more?"

She made an 'ah' sound, reached up, and pulled a pillow from the headrest. "This should help."

"Good idea," he said, helping her position it under her hips. She arched and grinned at him, tail and thighs open. He didn't waste any more time before guiding himself to her entrance and pushing. "Fuck, Dez..."

"That's it," she said, natural sibilant tones mingling with the smooth synthetic translation. "In me, Ewan. Take me."

He didn't need telling twice, either. A few slow pushes let her get used to the girth before he couldn't hold back, hands on either side of her the moment he was lined up enough to stay inside. Those lovely violet eyes gleamed with arousal, burning into him with their shared need. She tensed around him and he thrust, their hips meeting, little sounds catching in their throats.

Once again, he was balls-deep in a Pokémon. She wasn't his species, he wasn't hers. It didn't matter. He didn't care about anything but her embrace, her pleasure, his need to be with her. In her. A sound came from her throat, a rolling growl, and an odd tone. She huffed, tapped the screen on her wrist. Before he could ask, she bore down on him and gripped him firmly, lustfully.

He thrust again, and again, and didn't stop, couldn't stop. Not when he'd been wanting her for a day and a half. Needing her. He should have been more attentive to what made her feel good, but when he thought to slow down and study her, she hooked her ankles on his thighs, gripped his shoulders, growled louder, and arched up to meet his reflexive push. Guttural sounds slipped into his panting as he rutted her, trying to push deeper into that carnal heat. Little hints of her true strength came out when she dug her fingers into his muscles or pulled on him with her legs. Less than half his weight, and she could easily overpower him at any moment. Or more, given her nature. And yet, there was only pleasure.

"Soon..." he gasped, feeling the tension in his core, the hot air around them smelling of sex, of her. His balls grew tight against him as she moaned and rocked with each buck of his hips, not slowing. He wasn't going to last, and she didn't seem to care, nipping his ear and his neck and seeming to say something like in me and don't stop but there was no translation; he didn't care, not when her velvety, slick walls had him in a molten grip that squeezed and clenched until all that pressure burst...

His low groan laced with her satisfied cry as he bottomed out in her, once again shaking and arching and tensing with each thick spurt of his seed into her, his virility wasted but welcomed; she moaned, holding him tight inside and out until he emptied himself, praising him though he couldn't make out the words, then squirming and grinding against him until she shuddered, inner muscles rippling and milking him just as his own climax was tapering, driving the pleasure near to the point of pain but just short, just enough that he wished he could give her more, or otherwise stay in the moment until unconsciousness would take him...

But it didn't, and once spent, his body relaxed and muzzy warmth replaced the burning lust. She didn't let go even as he relaxed, even purring once a fair bit of his weight rested on her. Strong, indeed. Vaguely remembering what she'd said about being held, he moved his elbows closer, head beside hers, keeping her in what he hoped would be a snug embrace.

"Even better... than the first time," he managed to say after a minute. It was true.

She chuckled and stroked his hair. "Good." It felt nice to hear, even if something about her voice sounded...

Wait.

He was still catching his breath. His ears worked fine, though, and it had been her voice. Her voice. No translation. She was still caressing him, but slower, hesitant. He must have tensed up or otherwise given away something of his epiphany. Forcing his pleasure-addled brain to hammer a theory together was nearly a challenge.

"I didn't know you could speak human words," he murmured, stroking her arm. If anything, he was surprised it hadn't come up earlier.

"Nathahh..." She huffed, and took in a breath. "Not vee... not good."

"Not very well?" he murmured, and felt her nod. "You speak it better than I'd speak Pokémon. Best I could probably do is just say your name over and over."

She snorted and giggled, kissing his neck. Then she turned a little under him, and he rose up enough to see her wrist screen light up at her touch.

"When they were testing this with me," she said through the translator, "they also trained me how to 'subvocalize.' Little more than whispering." She tapped the screen again, and spoke much quieter. The translated voice, however, stayed the same volume: "Easier to talk and to be understood when I'm not competing with my own voice. If that makes sense?"

He nodded. "It does. But, you had it off just now?"

Her expression almost seemed like a blush. "It keeps trying to translate my moans, I think. At first I just turned off the subvocalizing, but... I just didn't want to worry about staying quiet. I hope you don't mind."

"I wondered why you were saying odd things," he said, chuckling. "And... no, I still don't mind. I mean, if one of us needs to change things, or stop, I'm pretty sure we could get the point across."

"Or, don't stop." She smirked and rolled her hips, which had the unfortunate effect of him slipping out when he tried to return the favor. "No, don't worry about the mess. Mm. You are a pleasure, Ewan."

He leaned in and kissed her neck. "So are you." His shoulderblades were starting to burn from holding himself up, so he moved to lay on his side and hold her in a cuddle.

"Here," she said, reaching over first to grab a couple cloths. The mess was going to get colder and the less-fun kind of sticky. Once done, she dropped them off the side and nestled close. She made quite the lovely little spoon for him to wrap an arm around.

He smiled as he felt her warmth suffuse him again. "I don't have any doubts that this sort of thing happened in the old days."

"I'm sure of it," she murmured.

"Just one thing I still wonder."

"Oh?"

He rubbed her belly while he put his thoughts together. "Did our two peoples learn each other's language more easily because we worked together for survival? Or, did we speak the same language to begin with?"

"Hm, there may be no way to know," she said, curling the tip of her tail around his calf. "If the Legends among us lived during that time, they're not telling."

"Maybe we're just not ready for their stories."

She made a thoughtful sound and played her fingers over his arm and hand. Was it odd, how nice it felt to touch and be touched? "We'll just have to make some of our own."

He licked his lips. "I like the sound of that. I'm... honestly a little surprised how much I enjoy this. The two of us. Not just because of the sex."

"I feel the same way," she murmured, threading her fingers into his. "When I thought about finding a human to share this bed with, I admit, I wasn't thinking much beyond the physical. It's something I hope we can explore."

"Me too."

She made a teasing roll of her hips. "Though I'm not above saying the sex is quite fun."

A teasing growl rolled in his throat, and he kissed and experimentally nibbled her neck. His teeth didn't quite catch on her smooth skin—and given how tough Pokémon were, it wouldn't surprise him if she'd barely feel an actual bite from him. She purred all the same and guided his hand lower, between her legs. For his part, the spirit was more willing than the flesh to rise to the occasion while he recharged.

She didn't push further just yet. Maybe she was recovering, too?

"So, you're a lot stronger than I am. Which is... fun, very fun," he said. "And tougher. How, uh, how many times could you have sex?"

Dez cocked her head, and he felt more than heard her soft chuckle. "Funny you ask. Since last night, I've wondered the same for humans." Her tail shifted against his legs. "For me... it depends on mood. Usually several times, though during breeding season or very energetic sessions, it could go much of a day and into the night. Ten, twenty?"

He wasn't really surprised. "I'll do my best to keep up, but it takes about time for me to recharge."

"By recharge, you mean..." She bent down, hand sliding past his, and he was about to commit to confusion. Then her fingers found his balls, cupping and rolling them with a gentle touch. "These, making more seed for me, yes?"

He was torn between teasing her back and surrendering to her grip. A kiss on her neck seemed a good third option. "Sort of. Most of the, ah, fluid is actually made internally. Not that that matters, I guess? Anyway. I don't think many human guys can go more than once in a row. How many times total... well, I'm willing to find out." He took in a breath, one that hitched as she fondled him. "Arceus, you're so warm. I hope I don't feel cold to you or something like that?"

"Mmm, no." She hesitated. "Maybe a little equivalent? No, that's not the right word. Lukewarm? At least on the outside." The fingers gently squeezed him, her head turning to watch him as she added pressure until he squirmed, then backed off, just keeping a firm grip that rather effectively chased off any glumness from her critique. "You warm up nicely. And when you're inside me, you are plenty hot." She let out a low purr. "Truth be told, I need a few minutes after sex, too. You're twice as big and last longer than what I'm used to. It almost aches, it's so good."

Just like that, his ego was aloft again. His shaft was slowly swelling against her tail, too. That her hand was starting to move that way certainly helped.

Still. "Twice the size? I mean, let me know if I go too rough, or..."

Dez eyed him, smirking, and raised her tail. "I think I'm the one who should be giving you that warning," she purred, fingers finding his half-erect length. "You won't hurt me. Pokémon are built for breeding with different sizes, for making and laying eggs. Salandit may not be large compared to you, but a dozen of them add up. Especially when they're all trying to breed me."

"Sounds like quite an event," he said, feeling more blood going downwards.

She slowly caressed him, tail wrapping around his waist, and her thighs radiated heat as she brought his shaft between them. "Mm. Seems you don't mind hearing more? Are you imagining me at the center of attention, every male competing to please me the best?"

He took in a breath. "I'm glad I don't have to fight them. They'd probably bite."

"Ha! Only a little. No, you're safe with me." She stroked the underside of his cock, tantalizingly slow. "Safe to imagine me on my back, or on my knees with tail raised even higher than it is now, getting taken again and again. Each male looking to become a sire for a new clutch." Her other hand brought one of his fingers up to her muzzle, breath hot on his skin. "Filling me. Taking me again and again until they were exhausted..."

"Sounds like you added words to your translator," he murmured, nibbling her neck again.

"I was very thorough. I like talking to my partners, no matter the language."

"I can't find any reason to object." He was about fully hard, his lusts slowly reawakening. His hand went down to her belly again. "What did you like best about the, all of the Salandit?"

"The attention, the pleasure, the intimacy between needful mating... all of it," she murmured, licking his finger. "The times we used pheromones for sure. Breeding season, especially, our home would be filled with them. They were near desperate for sex, any sex. Like they'd gone a whole season without relief and I was the only one who could help them..."

It took him a moment to realize he was grinding himself between her slick thighs, and she hadn't even needed to keep stroking.

"I thought so," she murmured, violet eyes alight, "you do rather like the idea of pheromones."

He bit his lip, taking in a breath. That the air smelled like sex, and even more strongly of her since it was her home, wasn't lost on him. "It's crossed my mind a few times. Shame I'd probably get sick."

Rather than her expression softening, she looked no less sly. "And if you didn't?"

He paused. Blinked. Licked his lips. "I, uh. Well. I don't know how well it'd work on me, but... if it did?" He licked his lips again, and then raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you planning?"

She still had a hold on his shaft, which very much agreed with the plan before he'd even heard it. "No plan, yet. I did some research on Antidotes and anti-toxins."

"I didn't know that could—well, it's possible to cure a Poison move, it happens all the time." He'd had the usual PSAs all through his life. "Aren't there side effects?"

"Most of what people recover from is damage from toxicity, not the Antidote. I do need to learn more, I wouldn't want you hurt or discomforted."

He chuckled and kissed her neck. "I appreciate it. If it works..."

"Until I get more answers, I could always just pretend to enthrall you." Her hand started moving again.

"Those pesky pheromones," he murmured, pressing himself between her thighs, nibbling near her throat. "I'm just completely helpless to resist you."

The purring growl vibrated against his lips. "That's it, Ewan. Easier to just give yourself over to me." Her thighs squeezed around him.

"Do I have to call you mistress? Or grovel before you?"

"Mm. Nothing so debasing... though now you have me thinking, could I tease you enough to make you beg for more?"

Another squeeze, and he groaned, sliding his free hand down to rub at her. "Wouldn't take too much. Might be fun to try."

She licked his finger again. He'd never seen the appeal of that in porn, but there she was making him want that tongue elsewhere. "Actually. If we're trying something new," she murmured, the tip of her tail curling on his thigh, "I want you to mate with me."

That did make him pause, and after a moment's thought he consciously tensed his cock, the top of which was quite directly rubbing her slit. "Um." Maybe it was a translation error?

The grin on Dez's muzzle said otherwise. "Not that we haven't already, but..." The grin faltered, her gaze wavering. "Or maybe it's a silly idea."

He gave her the best reassuring smile he could manage, despite his cock very needfully throbbing at the prospect of any mating with her. "No, no, try me. Tell me what you mean."

"I had a daydream after we met in the break room," she murmured, "of you being a Pokémon."

"One of your Salandit?"

She gave him a sly look. "Like I said, maybe later. But no, you were... I don't remember what kind. Or maybe you were still human, but we spoke as, we spoke like Pokémon do."

Pokémon didn't have a language in quite the same way as humans did, he knew that much. Distinctive cries, some of which had doubtless inspired their names, and various noises. Some trainers had gotten their Pokémon to 'say' their own names—and plenty of Pokémon were named after those cries in some fashion. There was no end of debate on how much human communication relied on body language, tone, context, and various other nonverbal cues, perhaps even as much as Pokémon. There was enough structure for a translator to work, though it had been something of a scientific pipe dream until the last few years of advances.

"So, no translator needed?"

"No," Dez said, touching her collar. "Humans have so many words. I won't say our communication is simpler, but it's more..."

"To the point? Direct?"

She nodded. "Like that. You were... very bold, in stating your desire. And I didn't have to think about what to say. Not to say I don't enjoy us talking."

"It's your fantasy, you make the rules," he murmured, rubbing her belly. Or, honestly, so low on her belly his fingers were getting wet again. "I'm guessing we ended up like this?"

"In this bed, in fact," she admitted, giggling. "But yes. Not to say I'd rather you were a Pokémon."

"No, I think I get it. We've connected with human words. On... not my territory, but familiar ground to me, if that makes sense?"

"It does." Her hand nudged his further down.

"And," he continued, "I may have been a bit dense, not understanding your interest at first. Then figuring out my own hangups."

"I don't blame you."

He smiled. "I'm glad it didn't stop us. And I'm not just saying that because I'm one push away from being inside you."

She arched her back until wet heat kissed the tip of his cock. "Go on."

He struggled to bring his thoughts back in order. "It's, we're sharing a connection," he said, each motion seeming to add pressure until her flesh started spreading around him. Through sheer force of will, he held himself still. "Ohh, Dez. Um. I'm not just saying this. I'm not... I love the idea of us speaking more freely. It's not silly."

She kissed the back of his hand, then touched her collar again. "So... what would you say, if I took this off? If I wanted to see if we could, well, try connecting in my way?"

He wasn't quite sure what to think; no, that wasn't true, he just wasn't sure any of his hesitancy was legitimate. He knew, and had experienced, her intellect on par with his. They'd already been intimate. Words were important—no, communication was important. Especially after having already talked, couldn't they do so without words? He trusted her that much. More, even.

"Okay," he said. "Let's give it a shot."

She blinked, eyes widening slightly. "You're sure? I don't doubt you. I just—"

He cut her off by leaning over and down to plant a kiss on her muzzle, or at least on the side, though she turned to kiss him more properly. The angle was awkward enough to keep it short. That just meant pouring a bit more passion into the embrace.

"I am," he said, grinding his tip over her slit. "I trust you." The top of his shaft rubbed her entrance. "And I meant what I said about wanting you, not the collar."

She purred, eyes gleaming. With a practiced motion she unhooked the translator and set it on the other nightstand. Her eyes settled on his again and she hummed, tail curling around his leg. Maybe he should have asked if he could still speak.

Then again, did he need to? He was dense, at times, he wasn't too proud to admit; this, though, didn't take a genius to figure out what they both wanted. Just instinct and trust.

His fingers spread her, hips pushed forward, and he let out a breath as he slipped inside. The angle wasn't quite right when she tried to bear down on him at first. Hands guided each other until they lined up, and blessed heat surrounded his cock on his next thrust. The need that had been building, no less intense for having just been sated, flared within him. He didn't need words, but that didn't mean he had to be silent; he let his groan speak for how much he enjoyed being back inside her.

Her purr, and a roll of her hips, answered him.

He didn't think he'd ever had sex side-by-side like this, not that any of his past lovers had gripped his waist with their tail. It helped keep him from losing control and hammering away. The pace also tantalized him with the slowness, the intimacy, the promise of getting just a little closer. He could feel her breathing, feel each shift of her muscled back against his front. Feel his fingers rubbing and spreading her as he pushed deeper.

She was far from passive, arching her back and meeting his slow, exploratory thrusts. Her walls quivered around him, tight but not constricting. It was a perfect fit, really. Her breaths quickened as they moved and made little gasps and churrs and other sounds if he thrust the right way or rubbed her in a good spot. The long, sinuous tail tightened its grip around his waist and leg, pulling him forward.

Only problem was, his side was starting to burn. The curse of using muscles in unfamiliar ways. He stopped before he cramped up—that would ruin the fun—and slipped out of her as he rose to his knees. He throbbed in the chill air, need urging him on. It took whatever thoughts he had left to try something new, straddling her leg and raising the other. She got the hint and raised her tail, exposing herself to him. He drank in the sight of her wet, still-spread slit for a moment, then aimed himself and, with a little more shimmying and adjusting, pushed himself back in.

The heat was even more intense for his brief absence. Only a deep gulp of air and pulling back out kept him from falling into uncontrolled rutting and a too-early release, or so it felt. Fuck, he'd never have imagined how a little extra body warmth would feel like melting him in the best ways. She tensed the leg against his belly and chest as he wrapped his arm around it, keeping him from driving in deeper. He was thankful for that even as he shivered at other muscles tensing around him. His eyes watched as his cock disappeared into her, surrounded by that pink hide below the pattern that always drew his eye.

Now he'd have another reason to stare at it.

When he was ready to start thrusting again, though, she only let him get halfway in before the muscled thigh became rigid, barely giving under his push. He looked up, frowning, expecting to need to change positions or do something different. Instead, a sly smirk curled her lips as she rolled her hips in teasing gyrations, only to hold him back from pushing deeper. Not immovably, though. Resistance, not restraint. Daring him to do more.

He growled in challenge, surprising himself, and put power behind his next thrust.

Her eyes widened. Then her grin spread, her fingers teased their joining, and her challenge relented—slightly. Just as he was debating how rough to give it to her, she intercepted his now-free hand and twined her fingers with his.

Strong, but not brutal, then.

He leaned forward and gripped her thigh. He was outclassed in strength, so he let his weight do some work for him. Her rasping groan answered his grunts. Their eyes met, her irises blazing with all the lust and passion he could feel whirling within him as well. Any concern about hurting her evaporated as her tail curled around his thigh, the tip even teasing his balls as they clapped against her. He knew he wouldn't last long, even right off the rebound from the earlier climax.

Dez's leg relaxed, nearly sending him sprawling atop her before he caught himself—and she caught him. Now he was in deep, as deep as he could remember ever having gone in a woman. He felt every tremor and rippling squeeze—even his pulse, reflected against her tight grip. Hers, too, thready and quick. Just as she'd taken all of his cock, her eyes seemed to draw him in, and he could swear the feeling was mutual.

"Good male," she purred.

Without thinking, without doubting, he leaned in to kiss her. It was clumsy, more like their parted mouths trying to fit together while their tongues sought each other or slipped into any gap between them. The passion more than made up for it, their shared breath building as she tensed around him and he rolled his hips, the firm grip of their interlocked hands growing tighter.

She broke the kiss first, her eyes brilliant, her body sublime, her embrace intoxicating.

He pulled back, thrust, and let his groan give his answer. No need for human words. No place for them, this time. Her muzzle parted in a low moan as she arched, opening herself, offering, enticing the virile male atop her to claim her as his own...

He kissed her hand. Then fucked her, short and deep, a carnal mating that had them both panting and gasping and gripping each other. His hold on her leg slipped, he caught his fall on the bed, then she was curled around him, pulling him in, squeezing, tensing, her lithe figure undulating as she hissed wordless encouragement, breath catching and muscles twitching as her own climax approached. She pushed herself onto him just as his balls tightened and he felt the tension build and build and break—he buried himself, groaning and shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, throbbing inside her, and then he felt the first spurt of seed—

"Raaa-aaa-aaak!" came the guttural cry from below him, his cock feeling twice its size, she was so tight all of a sudden. She was clamping down and milking him until he tensed with each spurt, eyes screwing shut from the waves of heated ecstasy slamming into him, through him, building on each other as each of his panting breaths became a low groan, and even as his last few shots felt blank he still pushed his hips against hers, wanting to give her every last drop...

At some point, his arms stopped holding him up. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex this good, not even in the past days. He couldn't remember much of anything, yet, so he settled for rolling onto his side and pulling Dez into a cuddle again. Sort of. His limbs weren't very cooperative either.

She got the message, or had the same idea; this time she guided him onto his back—saving him from rolling off the bed in the process—and then draped herself on him. The sheen of sweat he'd worked up cooled his skin, but everywhere she touched was perfectly cozy. He wished he could wrap more of himself around her without awkward contortions. She was so comfortable, so smooth, so warm. So beautiful. So perfect.

Aside from little sounds of appreciation, they stayed wordless while they caught their breaths. He kissed the top of her head and she stroked his chest, seeming to listen to his heartbeat.

The feeling of something dripping and her slow wriggle was the only thing that brought him out of the reverie.

"Need the translator?"

"Mm... no," she murmured, moving a little higher—the mess would be mostly on him, then. Oh well.

"Bed's still gonna be a mess," he murmured, then considered the wet spots under him. "More of one."

"Mmm." She only stirred to nestle even closer. Then, her head lifted, and she nodded towards the nightstand.

He reached for the cloths, though there were only a couple left. He ran a moment back through his head after handing them over. "Did I hear you say I was good, earlier?"

She dropped one to the side, placed the other between his legs and under his balls—probably too late for half the mess—and then moved his softening length between their bodies before bringing her hand up to lick it clean. Slowly. Violet eyes dancing as she met his gaze.

"Tease," he growled, reaching out to pull her back down. She giggled as she seemed to melt into his embrace, her hand still a little damp as she caressed his chest and ribs. "You're amazing, though."

She murmured something, and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Not at first. Not until he stopped thinking about how it translated and focused instead on how it felt. What it meant.

"You, too."

He smiled. "I'm glad you think so." A soft purr told him he'd guessed right. Or at least, close enough. Maybe there was something to the whole cross-species communication. He wondered if it was something that could be studied.

There we go, he thought, chuckling to himself, I've cracked the code for communicating with Pokémon. All you have to do is fuck each other halfway to insensibility. Easy!

"Hmm?"

"Nothing," he murmured, kissing her head again. "Silly thoughts." Looking into communication wasn't a bad plan, he just had to either find something concrete, or otherwise differentiate himself from the legion of people who claimed to be able to speak to Pokémon in some fashion or another.

Then again, maybe there were grains of truth to it? Cold reading was a skill, and Pokémon relied a lot on body language. Learning the language was doable. Translation was possible, now, too.

It was almost mundane in its achievement. Who knew how much had been spent on developing the technology, and they'd used it to hook up. Was he supposed to feel guilty about that, or worried about what others would think, or what the future might hold? He was half certain he'd been ruined for human company. At least they'd touched on the possibility of more—should he worry about what that looked like?

No, he didn't think he would. Not right now, anyway. Not when holding her felt too good to stop for anything short of nature's call or a natural disaster.

When he looked down, planning to kiss her head again, he found her watching his face. He smiled. "Just thinking, despite my best efforts."

She smirked, then tilted her head. "Us?"

"Us and the future. We'll have time to talk, later," he murmured, stroking her sleek back. "I hope you don't mind cuddling for a while longer?"

Her sibilant speech was a little more complex as she lifted herself to look at him more properly. He'd caught that it had something to do with the two of them, or doing something together.

"I have to admit, I missed that one."

Dez smiled and placed a slender finger under his chin to guide him into a kiss. Oh. The fit was still very imperfect. Their tongues brushed over each other, sending little sparks through his chest. Maybe they weren't built the same, sure. They also weren't as different as it seemed. She was worth the effort.

And not just because of the sex—though he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a big part of it, and he felt himself stirring at the thought of more. Their tongues twined and hands slowly roamed. He wasn't sure how many more times he could go until he was tapped out. At least a couple more, and hopefully not too sore the next day. It was so very worth it, though.

When they came up for air, her brilliant eyes met his, and they shared a smile. Thirst was starting to make itself known—he'd have to retrieve their lemonade, probably after some water to keep from wasting the delicious drink by guzzling it. He'd probably have to go to the bathroom soon, too. Food eventually. Sleep would probably come from exhaustion rather than fatigue.

Good thing they had the whole day to themselves. And, he hoped, it was only the beginning.