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Pokemon are a mysterious and powerful set of creatures that could do anything from setting fire to objects with their minds, to lifting said objects with pure bulk and brawn no matter the size. There could be new classifications of pokemon found every single day due to the wide variety, and their origins in each region would perhaps never be fully understood. People had found harmony in living with pokemon despite the dangers and most didn’t seem to care where their partners came from, or much about them outside of a few regular details. Alexander absolutely cared to the point where he had made it his goal to become a professor in the study of pokemon, and pokemon origins. His latest idea had been one approved by his teachers and one that he was proud to pursue. To gain knowledge he needed more than just what he could study through books, and so he had made it his mission to travel to the other regions of the pokemon world starting with the Johto region figuring that it held a lot of traditional interest. A pen pal had been kind enough to let him borrow the top floor of an old inn that had been converted into a little store. The kindly old women who ran the shop downstairs were even nice enough to bring him food on occasion since cooking wasn’t his strong suit quite yet. That being said, not everything was going according to plan. There was a problem with who he had considered his greatest assistant in life.

You see, throughout his entire childhood, he had fostered a warm partnership with a pokemon, one that had shared his curiosity and his sense of adventure for the most part. Scorch had been his scorbunny until he was a teen, and then she had evolved into a raboot. He had been told to expect her to grow moody during that evolutionary period, and yet, Scorch had always remained so upbeat and ready to go with him wherever and whenever. That had changed recently. Scorch had evolved into a cinderace, and he had figured that she would become more active with that evolution, but he could not have guessed that she would have become more aggressive. She refused to stay in her ball, often ignored what he had to say in favor of doing her own thing, and she had picked up a new type of hobby. Cinderace were often considered a sporty type of pokemon that would take up something like soccer, or some other team sport full of jolly cooperation and jubilee, but Scorch had decided on something a bit more one on one. She had gone with martial arts, and he found himself surprised as she challenged both trainers and pokemon to duels without his consent. At first, he had tried to dissuade her from such dangerous activities as there was research to be done, and he also didn’t want to see her come to harm, but upon seeing how little she paid heed to his advice, Alexander had decided to help her sign up for tournaments. However, her moods did not change and she continued to act aloof. Now he had dragged her off to the Johto region and she didn’t seem any happier, but he also couldn’t tell if the change had annoyed her or not. Anytime he tried to broach the topic she just ignored him, or went off to do her own thing.

At the moment, Alexander sat in his room jotting down his thoughts at a little study desk by the light of the window, but he found he could scribble his thoughts no longer. He leaned back and frowned, violet eyes peering upward at the ceiling as he wondered what he was going to do about Scorch. As the days went on, and as he noticed the absence of his cheerful partner more and more, Alexander found that advancing his goals was becoming difficult. He was constantly distracted, constantly wondering if he could do anything to cheer her up. He had asked one of the kindly old ladies downstairs if they could teach him how to bake something sweet, but when he presented the treats to his pokemon she simply ate one quietly and gave no reaction. He’d actually been proud of himself for managing to make something edible for once too. When he pressed her into coming with him on fieldwork as they used to do together, she simply walked along his side and seemed more annoyed than anything else. There was a quaint little dojo where he could take her where she could practice to her heart’s content, but he often had to leave her there instead of being able to be with her, and well, maybe that was the problem.

Every day they had spent together Scorch had gone with him on all of his little study trips, on every single little hunt for new information out in the wild, or in a stuffy institution. Not once had she complained about her lot in life, but she had remained by his side as a steadfast assistant and companion. However, Alexander felt as though he hadn’t been the most attentive. He had often distanced himself from what she did because he had other things to do, a dream and a goal to chase, but then what of her goals? He clucked his tongue and leaned back in his seat far enough that he could balance the pencil he had been using on his upper lip. Even though he had eventually signed her up for tournaments, he had never been a trainer for her, and hadn’t participated with her in many of these competitions. They were often between pokemon themselves, or trainers against pokemon for those humans that were a bit insane. He had never been an athlete, and well, fieldwork gave him plenty of stamina, but he wouldn’t call himself strong by any stretch of the imagination. That being said, perhaps it was time to set aside his goals in favor of bonding with his pokemon. Even if it might be a dumb idea, and hurt a whole lot. He couldn’t just sit idly by any longer while his partner further distanced herself from him.

Scorch stood just outside of the building. The cinderace was a bit taller for her species, but still held the same color of fur with a predominant touch of white across her body. That white carried a few hints of orange thanks to the morning sun rising above the clouds. She wore a set of red pants that appeared close in material to her fur and a tank top of white. At the moment, she had her eyes closed as the breeze passed through her fur, one of her ears hanging and the other in a relaxed position. The relaxed ear stood straight up as the door to the store slid open with a loud clack. She turned just in time to see Alexander trotting out wearing clothes similar to her, but with black shorts instead of red. His black hair had been tied back into a messy tail, and his eyes carried a few circles underneath making her wonder whether or not he had been sleeping properly these past few days.

Alexander beamed when he caught the jade-eyed glare of his partner. He raised a hand and said aloud, “Good morning!”

Her arms crossed, the pokemon tilted her head and sniffed in response, the question quite clear in her expression.

Now, typically the mornings were reserved for sleeping in or jotting down notes. He didn’t really go out until later in the day, so he could understand her questioning glance and he answered as best as he could, “You see, I thought that I would join you for your morning exercise, and in fact, I figured that today you could decide what we’re going to be doing and I’ll do it with you instead of sauntering off on my own.”

Scorch’s eyes opened wide as she gawked at Alexander for a few seconds before leaning in to huff aloud.

He put his hands up in defense and beamed, “I’m not teasing, not at all. I feel like I haven’t spent enough time with you since you evolved. Sure, we go places, but I don’t really feel like I’ve been a good partner. So please, let me participate in your world for a bit. Of course, I’ll ask you to go easy on me.”

She placed her hands on her hips and opened her mouth while staring at him before shaking her head while turning away.

While she brushed him off with a flick of her wrist and began walking away, Alexander followed while huffing, “W-wait! I mean it. Anything you want! Any training regimen. I’ll follow along on whatever you want today. No research.” When she stopped to give him a look with a quirked brow and a small frown, he beamed and clapped his hands, “I promise.”

Though Scorch still seemed a bit moody, she shrugged and brought a hand up to wave for him to follow her. Perfect! A chance to bond with his pokemon over the thing that she enjoyed doing. At the very least he could join in on her morning exercises, but today was going to be more than that. Anything she did, he would try to do as well in order to understand her Of course, maybe he was trying a little bit too hard, but he wanted to correct this error he felt he had made. So, on they went.

The morning started with a brisk jog around the city. Old stone paths led them around the city and Scorch took them through the edge. At first, keeping up didn’t seem so hard. His partner’s pace was slow enough that he could easily keep right at her tail, but clear breaths and working muscles began to strain as they got to the second lap around the city. She didn’t slow down, not even a second. Scorch maintained her pace every single second of the jog until they got around the fifth lap. Partially, he assumed that she stopped because he had gone from grinning and joyful, to wheezing and clutching his chest. Of course, his trials and tribulations were nowhere near over. Scorch waited until he caught his breath to begin a series of movements. She struck out with her fist before stepping forward and raising her leg to kick hard enough to cut the air. When he tried to imitate her punch, she let out a loud scoff. He blinked as she slapped his arms into place and demonstrated the motion again, this time slower. Alexander obliged by imitating the motion as best as he could. Again she punched, but faster this time, and he followed the motion again. Oddly enough, after a few times, he found that his arm was growing sore. They switched to punching with the other arm before she turned to him to slap his leg.

She brought her leg up and then down in a low angled kick, something that even he could do, but as he tried it he nearly stumbled forward. Again she scoffed, but she corrected his posture and showed him again. He continued to repeat the motions until she stood at his side doing the same thing. They went through this for around four more unique movements until his entire body pulsed with warm soreness. However, he did not complain and did not ask for Scorch to stop her routine, instead, he followed along as best as he could manage.

While this happened, he could not help but notice how much more refined her movements had gotten. He had never seen her kick so sharply, had never seen her movements cut through the air quite so fluidly. Even though sweat clung to her form enough to wet her shirt, she still moved without losing a breath. Her chest and form had grown, her body the picture of power and beauty combined. Of course, he had to turn away after a while to focus on what he was doing, and more than that, he should have been ashamed for gawking in such a manner at the body of his pokemon.

When Scorch simply stood in place for a little bit, he asked quietly, “So what next?” Scorch rubbed her neck while looking upward until he chuckled, “You know, all this time I thought that you had grown distant and intense, but it seems you’re still thinking about me quite fondly if you’re taking it this easy on me.”

He swore he spotted a touch of pink beneath the frosted white of her cheeks, but that rosy expression became difficult to see as she turned her head and crossed her arms with a huff.

“I know that you have your own wants, your own desires, and maybe a trainer more focused on battle would be better for you, but I want to be a better trainer for you. I suppose, I’ve just been selfish, so I think that you should be selfish today, as much as you want.” Alexander muttered.

Her shoulders sagged a bit, her head turning toward him just enough that he could see one eye peering at him.

One of her ears bounced straight up as he clapped his hands, “C’mon! Let’s spar next. That’s the type of thing that you do, right? I should be involved with every part of this process as your trainer.”

She coughed, actually coughed as she turned toward him and put both of her hands up as if she could push the notion away.

Alexander beamed, “I’ve seen you fighting with humans before, so I don’t see what the problem is, right? You’re not going to maim me and I certainly won’t be hurting you, so I don’t see the harm in it, right?”

If she could speak his language then perhaps she might have told him what an idiot he was, but her hands slowly lowered themselves as she stared at his bright expression.

Scorch sighed and took a stance, and Alexander did his best to mimic what she was doing. She threw a punch, which he assumed was slower than normal. He brought a hand up to push it to the side remembering a motion she had taught him just this morning before feeling a surge of confidence. Maybe he could actually do this! He thrust his other hand forward, and suddenly, his world was turning quite quickly. Oh goodness. He landed on his back with both of her hands on his wrist. Everything was spinning, and spinning quite a bit. His vision steadied enough to see Scorch looking down at him with such a worried expression, her typical cold frown broken apart but in the most concerning of ways. Her shirt had fallen enough that he could see the shape of her chest beneath it, her form hanging over him in such a lovely way.

“You are truly beautiful.” He muttered, “No human nor pokemon could hope to match that figure of yours.”

He wanted to tell her that he would be just fine in due time, but the dizzying sights of the world soon began to turn black as the adrenaline of the day died down and his body’s exhaustion caught up with him. The last thing he had seen was her blushing face and an arm covering her chest as if she had been embarrassed, and something else as well. A small smile. A little fragment that perhaps proved that she had received his drunken compliments in a positive light.

Getting knocked out wasn’t something that happened very often to Alexander, but it wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling. Studying pokemon had put him in harm's way more than a few times. Electric shocks, pressurized water blasts, and even a stray blast of psychic energy. That being said, he never could quite get used to it. Waking up brought awareness swirling back to every part of his body, his very sore body. Every ache and pain came to him in waking layers. First, the pain of being flipped onto his back on rock and stone presented many pinpricks of sensation. Then came the underlying soreness of working his body to the bone from the attempt to keep up with his pokemon. At the same time, there were some pleasant things about waking up too. For one, someone had carried him into bed and his sore body was pressed against cool fabric and pillows. There was also something very pleasantly warm pressed against his side, a familiar warmth that he hadn’t felt in quite some time.

Deciding that his eyes had been closed long enough, he opened them slowly to peer down at the dimly lit form of Scorch lying against him. Her eyes were shut, her head pressed against his shoulder and her hand resting on his chest. Despite feeling sore, he couldn’t help but smile as he looked at her. It had been so long since she had nestled this close to him, so long since she had shared a spot of intimacy with him. He had seen little fragments of her care today, and this solidified the fact that she was still the same partner he had known throughout his life. That being said, not all was the same. Scorch was a different pokemon with different needs and despite getting knocked on his ass, he wanted to continue trying to tend to those needs and participate in her interests. That being said, it wasn’t just her personality and interest that had shifted.

Lying together in such a tender moment allowed him to look at her closely for the first time since she had evolved, something he had only had a few glances of when they were last outside. Her chest had grown just a bit, the curve of her body more defined with the strength of her arms and legs a bit more prominent. He couldn’t help but allow his curiosity to guide his hand to her side, digits drifting to her thigh where he felt that strength by pressing his digits against her legs. She had the tone and muscle alike to crush champions with those kicks of hers, and hips and thighs sizable enough to squeeze the life out of anyone unlucky or lucky enough to be caught between them. He felt a mix of growing pride, and a twist of something else. Alexander had missed these moments of closeness, and had longed for even the briefest second of familiar warmth, but it had been long enough without those moments that now he was all too aware of the differences of her body. As his digits drifted along the curve of her thighs, as they strayed around to her rear, he felt a stab of guilt tugging his arm away.

Admiration of the beauty of her form was one thing, but he found that he was taking it too far. His fingers should be kept to himself, and his thoughts should not stray toward such heated forms of intimacy. At the same time, he found that he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to wake her up with something far more loving than his usual method. A touch along the ear, his lips against hers. His cheeks burst into flames as the thoughts settled and as he realized he had sat up to lean down closer to her. Just a few breaths away, just a few more inches and he could give her a chaste kiss. One of his hands drifted to her ears to touch gingerly along the rim, her body shifting as he leaned in, nose nearly touching her own. Scorch’s eyes drifted open, his heart thumping wildly managing to be the only sound he could hear at this moment. And then, she tilted her head and leaned in to capture his mouth.

Her lips were hotter than her body had been, spots of tender heat pressing against the cool of his mouth. Scorch leaned in closer, her hand at his cheek gingerly until her eyes opened wide. She pulled away, her cheeks flaring, the temperature in the room rising just a bit as she sat up with a cough at the side of the bed. Alexander remained where he had been, the touch of her lips on his remaining as a phantom heat. When he looked toward her, he could see that her shoulders were drawn in tight, her hands at her thighs, her back shaking just a little bit.

Alexander reached out to touch her shoulder, her body jolting at the touch, but relaxing as his words flowed softly, “Hey, Scorch? I’m sorry I wasn’t a very good training partner today. Tomorrow I’d like to try again, but for now, I’d like to do something else. Look at me, please.”

Scorch turned around slowly, her eyes darting away a few times before she looked at him, the fluff of her cheeks still warm and bright.

“Do you hate me?” He asked quietly.

She shook her head, a deep frown forming on her face and her eyes regaining some of their edge. Her hand came up to add a bit of punctuation, cutting the air as if to throw aside the notion.

He smiled, “Good. I’ve been afraid of that for too long. You seemed so distant, but I figured it was because I was being selfish so today I threw myself into what you were doing with my all. It was a little stupid, but did you at least have a good time having me around?”

The pokemon nodded, but she tilted her head and looked away for a moment before touching his chest. When he winced, she fixed him with a glare.

“Ahah, okay. Point taken. I’ll try to take it a bit easier, but you see, I want to be part of your life because I care about you. No matter what you might think, I feel like I haven’t been there enough for you since you’ve taken up fighting. I’m a pokemon researcher, someone who hopes to be a professor someday, but you’re my partner and I need to be there for you.” He then grabbed her hand with both of his, “So, let’s continue these exercises every morning.”

Her eyes peered down at his hands before looking into his eyes. Slowly, her lips curved into a big smile, the biggest he had seen in a long time before she nodded.

When that was settled he beamed and couldn’t help but chuckle, “So, onto the topic of the kiss.” Her smile faded to a tiny dot, but at least she didn’t look away as he continued, “I must admit that I was looking at you fondly while you slept in ways that I felt guilty about, and I felt like I was about to make a mistake, but then you woke up and your first instinct was to touch my cheek and kiss me. I think that I had never felt something more beautiful, so please, don’t be ashamed of that kiss.”

Alexander expected her to be bashful, to maybe get a slap or two on the chest for gushing so much, but instead, she crawled onto his lap and grabbed his shoulders. She looked at him with a type of ferocity he had only seen during competitions, and that ferocity was undercut by a crooked frown and the pink frosting the white of her cheeks. He thought of asking what was the matter, but she soon threw aside any need for that as her mouth was planted firmly against his. It was more of a punch than a kiss, hard enough that his mouth rang out with a bit of pain that he couldn’t help but chuckle at. Soon enough, the pain filtered away and the trembling lips against his own melted properly and began to meld together with his. The heat from the kiss soon encouraged him to press closer, his eyes shut as he tilted his head and made the most of this lovely moment. Both of his hands trailed to her back, digits pressing through the fabric of what she wore to admire her body while he dipped his tongue into her mouth. Her hands at his shoulders had been squeezing down at first, but as the kiss continued, her digits began to twitch and pop until they shifted away and down to rest on his chest. The heat pouring off of her had stopped growing, but it remained as a constant flow that curled around him as if her aura were trying to pull him closer.

Their lips separated with a wet smack, a line of drool falling from the side of her panting mouth. Her chest rose and fell, her eyes hazy and no longer as fierce. He wanted to peel her clothes away right now, to bring his mouth over hers again, but he still needed to catch his breath and he wasn’t sure how far she wanted to take this. That being said, his member did not listen to his sense and had already been bouncing to attention. He was now hard enough that his shorts were straining, the tent of fabric pushing up between Scorch’s legs. As he throbbed against her, she shuddered, her fingers pressing to his chest while she peered down between them and leaned back. His bulge twitched between them now, any chance of slowing down crushed. Even still, he found himself concerned that showing her such a sight was a step too far.

As he opened his mouth to apologize for his bodily reaction, one of Scorch’s hands moved down over the top of the bulge. She gripped the head gently, the heat of her touch pouring through the fabric. Her digits moved along the top, sliding down to the hem of his shorts to grasp through the waistline. She tugged both his boxers and his shorts over his shaft, letting it out into the cool air where she brushed the side gingerly with the tips of her digits before taking hold of the base. Scorch looked at him for a second with a small smile before her fingers moved back up to the tip to squeeze softly before she let them slip away. Alexander’s mind had been dragged into a steaming haze, his thoughts jumbled with lust as he mused on what to say to all of this. His thoughts were not allowed to gather as stimulation continued to be presented to him.

Scorch got off of his lap, and off the bed. She grasped the hem of her shirt before bringing it up and over her head revealing her body beaded by dots of sweat. Her shorts came next, the full form of her body exposed as she kicked away the last article of clothing covering her. The smile on her face remained radiant, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she got back onto the bed to bring her face between his legs. Was it that exciting that he had lust for her? Did she want to see more of his deepest desires and expressions? He couldn’t be sure, and at the same time, as a researcher, he did enjoy experimentation.

As her hands grasped his shorts to tug them down a bit more, he looped a set of digits around one of her ears. She froze, eyes wide as he tugged her ear. Her back arched, and a visible shiver ran down her spine and through her hips. Did she like that? He tugged again and her lips were brought in contact with his shaft, her digits gripping onto his thighs. Alexander had succumbed to these desires purely because she had shown interest and he wanted to participate in what she loved, but perhaps she was just as curious about what his interests were.

Smiling, Alexander muttered, “When you’re done staring, can you get your tongue out? I’m not too experienced, but I definitely know what you’re supposed to be doing.”

For a moment, there was a shard of something like irritation crossing her features, but her cheeks had brightened and that visible shudder appeared again. Her tongue appeared after that sharp glance, that wet warmth passing over the base of his shaft before climbing up to the tip. A sliver of pleasure bounced up his spine as he watched her tongue move back down, his grip on her ear tightening a bit as her mouth reached his balls. She lapped and licked each heavy orb, her nose pressing against each to bring them up while her tongue worked the sack. Her hands twitched and moved to rest atop his thighs. Enjoyment of ear tugging. He’d have to remember that. What other sorts of things did she enjoy? What other little tugs and pushes did she find attractive, or maybe it was simply the expression of his hunger that drove her wild? He wanted to get to know her mind as he would a subject to be studied, but it was so much more intimate than that. All of his concentration was on her, every little piece, and that concentration struggled to maintain itself as she felt her tongue on his bare body.

Though it felt good, he still felt the need for a little more room to move, and so he rumbled, “Hey, move a bit so I can get out of these shorts.”

Scorch gave his balls one last kiss before she moved backward and onto her knees waiting at the foot of the bed. With that, he could slip out of his shorts, bringing his legs up to pull them down and over before flicking them off along with his boxers onto the floor. Once his legs were back on the bed and spread, Scorch’s mouth was at his balls again, her hand grasping his shaft this time. Her mouth took in one of his balls, her lips suckling on it while her hand began to pump him. Alexander grunted at the sudden intensity of her actions, and again he grabbed her ear which seemed to only excite her further. Her mouth popped off of his balls to plant kisses along his inner thighs. He had meant to show her a little bit of aggression in order to tease out how passionate she wanted this to be, but right now his head was swimming with heat and he could barely hold onto her ear thanks to the constant flicks and movements of her tongue. A trembling spike of pleasure trailed through him again as her tongue moved along the base of his shaft and up to the tip where her lips rested, her eyes peering up at him with innocent joy.

Breathing out, Alexander managed to say, “I can’t believe how eager you are for this. Are you sure we shouldn’t take it a bit slower?”

She looked at him with a familiar touch of annoyance, both of her hands moving to the base of her ears to grasp onto them and yank once. At the same time, her lips moved over the tip of his shaft, her tongue swirling around it while he tried to make sense of what she meant. Slowly, he took hold of her ears with both hands. Her eyes were watching him with a strange sort of fire flickering in them. He wondered if he should discourage her from taking on this type of challenge. If he knew how much experience she had then he might be more comfortable with it, but at the same time, she seemed very confident. With a small smile, he decided to trust in that confidence, his grip on her ears tightening, her arms wrapping around his waist as she closed her eyes to let him work.

Alexander dragged her head down to bring her lips over a few inches of his shaft. She didn’t try to struggle, and didn’t gag in response, but what he received in return was shuddering pleasure that had his hips shaking in delight. The mix of warmth and wetness was just right, her tongue pushing against the underside of his shaft while her lips created a loving suction. He tugged again, and still, she did not gag, and yet again until he found her nose pressed against the curled fuzz of his crotch. Alexander cursed quietly as he finally felt her struggling just a bit against his hold, and as his shaft bounced against her tongue from the pleasure rolling through him. Her sharp breaths flowed across his crotch hot enough to be steam, and her claws had begun to dig into his thighs, but not hard enough to hurt. Slowly, he started to bring her up before his hips suddenly bucked and another curse flowed from his lips. He uttered that same curse again and again as he began to fuck her mouth, what little control of his body going away at that very moment. The soreness from the morning exercise had nowhere near faded, but he felt good enough to keep on rolling his hips with reckless abandon. Whatever thoughts he had held in his mind had been blasted aside by that heat long ago, and now the mire of his mind could only produce desires to breed and hump, to throw his passion into her as hard as he could despite the little aches of his body. What had thrown aside any hesitation at all was the ease with which she had handled those initial pulls, the way she seemed to radiate pure desire for what was happening right now. If she wanted it so badly, then as her trainer he should be more than happy to provide it.

Scorch’s eyes had opened like drunken half-moons, lines of spittle connecting her chin to his balls that broke apart and reformed with every thrust. He slowed down only as he felt the pulse of his orgasm nearing, the pressure nearly mounting enough to make him blow right there and then. Instead, he doubled over while holding her ears tightly, his cock throbbing violently releasing a long line of pre along her tongue. He pulled out of her mouth slowly and let go of her ears, leaning back to grab hold of his member while looking down at her. When the tip of his shaft popped out of her mouth, Scorch opened her maw wide and let her tongue out, actual steam flowing from her mouth as she awaited his return.

Instead, he toyed with her tongue by pushing his shaft against it, his other hand grasping her cheek while he murmured, “I hope you don’t mind if I treat you sweetly too. I know that you can probably handle a lot of abuse, but if I’m being honest, I can’t keep that pace up too long without hurting myself. More importantly, I want a chance to love you too. So, let me paint your tongue with my love, Scorch.”

Her eyes seemed to glisten, her chest rising and falling just a bit faster. She kept her tongue out for him, the back of his fingers touching that sticky warmth as he passed his hand up and down his cock. Alexander pumped his shaft while placing a hand on her cheek, a thumb running alongside the side of her mouth before hooking inside just to toy with her. She didn’t move at all, her hands folded at her lap while she waited for his seed patiently. It didn’t take long for him to feel the heat beginning to build higher and higher, each twitch sending more of that pressurized pleasure through his body until finally, he began to paint her tongue with his passion and love. He groaned as he pumped, each twitch producing another line or two of warm cum that she accepted on her sticky tongue without moving. When he finished, he let his cock rest on her tongue, his eyes peering down at her open maw. Was she waiting for something? Her gaze locked on his, her body remaining still and one of her ears standing straight and alert. That’s right. A trainer gave commands, right?

With a small smile, he cupped her cheek and leaned down to whisper, “Swallow.”

She closed her lips around his shaft and brought her face to his crotch again. Alexander shuddered as he could practically feel her gulping down his love, her tongue lapping around his shaft. He expected her to pull away as soon as she had finished swallowing, but her arms looped around his waist and her head bobbed back and forth slowly as her tongue cleaned his shaft of the mess made by fucking her throat. The steady motion brought arousal out of his tired body that had him trembling, his hands grasping the back of her head as he let out a low moan in response to her attention. Slowly, she took her arms away from his waist, and slowly she brought her mouth away from his shaft that was twitching back to life.

Alexander leaned back and faced the ceiling with a loud gasp, eyes shut, “Goodness, I didn’t know that you would be so capable, and where did all that shyness go?” He then looked toward her with a small smile, “Guess both of us went a little wild when we realized the other was into what was happening. Now then, shall I return the favor?”

Scorch shook her head, but before he could ask why, she straddled his lap. Her hands gripped the hem of his shirt to tug it up and over his head, Alexander doing his best to comply. Her chest pressed against his, her hands stroking along his form. He was a bit softer than she was, and hoped to remedy that in time, but her digits traced the outline of his body as if she were in love with every inch. She smiled and leaned in to kiss his chest before pressing her cheek with her ear raised as if to listen to his heart. At the same time, her hips were moving, the heat between her legs pressed down over the top of his shaft as he continued to grow harder. Loving and sweet, intense and strong. These things and so much more made up pieces of who his beautiful partner was, and he hoped to continue learning more about her.

When she finished tracing his body, he grabbed her hands gingerly, attracting the attention of her loving gaze. Quietly, he began, “I think I know what you want to do, but I have a selfish request. Take it slow at first, okay?” He then planted a peck on her lips and whispered, “I love you.”

She grabbed his cheeks and drew her lips to his in one fluid motion. Scorch locked her lips against his, and kept her mouth tied to his as she brought her hips up. One of her hands drifted between his legs to grab his shaft, coaxing it that extra bit he needed to get fully erect again while his mind swarmed with heat. The temperature in the room had grown to an intensity that he might compare to a sauna, but he relished in it knowing that it came from her passion and desire. She eased the tip of his shaft against the heat between her legs, pressing it gingerly to folds dripping with her arousal that parted for him. Alexander felt like he needed to tell her to take it easy, to slow down just a bit more, but it was hard to argue against those lips against his own making it hard to think. His arms finally wrapped around her body as he gave up, as he allowed her to take whatever pace she desired.

At first, she brought her hips down slowly to ease his shaft inside of her, her lips breaking away from his so she could breathe out a sweet sigh that sounds as though she were saying that she loved him too. Her lips reconnected with his soon after, their kiss drowning whatever reaction he could summon as she lowered herself further and further until every inch of his shaft was secured inside of her. His throbbing shaft pressed and bounced against her inner walls, the stickiness clinging to him massaging his cock as she rocked her hips forward and backward. She then began to bounce on him at a steady pace, her rear making a soft tap every time it came down on his thighs. That little sound grew a bit louder as she used more of her strength to bring her hips down, his own beginning to move in kind, unable to ignore what she wanted. He would have to think of some sort of way to reign this passion of hers in, but then again, why would he? Alexander had commanded her to take it easy, to take it slow at first, and she did just that, but it seemed like she couldn’t hold out very long until her hips were jerking and bouncing, the soft sounds of her rear on his thighs turning to loud claps that echoed against the walls of the room. In time, perhaps he could tame this heat of hers. Damn, wait, wasn’t he forgetting something?

In these sorts of engagements, it was important to use a condom, but these thoughts were immediately barreled over by the constant ping of pleasure his brain was receiving as she drove her hips down on his lap. What good would a condom even do? Did it even matter if he came inside of her? It wasn’t as if it happened often enough to hear about it. Sure, trainers had relationships with their pokemon in certain regions more commonly than others, but he hadn’t heard of a pokemon getting pregnant from a human’s seed. At the same time, the prospect alone had his hips jerking faster rather than slowing down. He couldn’t stop himself. With a grunt, his grip on her body tightened and he leaned forward to push her over. He brought her back down onto the bed and ignored every muscle in his body groaning in agony as he brought his hips forward wildly to buck into her. Their lips had separated allowing Scorch to let out a sharp squeal in delight and shock, her legs locking around his hips to hold herself onto his body as he drove himself into her over and over again.

The heat was too much to take, the pleasure in his mind blanking out every other thought except for one trail. He loved her and needed to prove that right now. She wanted it intense, she wanted it wild, and they could have all the time in the world to take it slow so he would prove his care with all the energy he could muster. He pumped in as fast as he could, his climax shuddering ever closer with every thrust. Her claws dug into his back, her toes curling inward to cling to his lower back while her insides were churned. He finally began to bottom out with one more thrust, the amount of seed pouring from him a shock as the heat lanced out of him in sudden jets. She let out a sweet groan, his back burning pleasantly as her claws drifted up before rating on his shoulders. Scorch’s insides reacted in kind, tightening and gushing around his length while their bodies dripped with sweat pressed together.

When all was done, he leaned on the bed with one arm to hold himself up while he breathed out, “I’ll grow stronger for you, and I won’t abandon my dreams either. So stay with me, and let’s grow together.”

Her response came as a breath against his ear, a gentle kiss full of quiet heat that promised more than words could ever express.

Together, they got up as best as they could. Alexander was the one who struggled the most, but Scorch was there to help him to the shower where they leaned against the cool tiles and allowed water to spray over them. She was still clinging onto him, her face to his chest, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He never wanted to see her in a state where it seemed like he wasn’t doing enough for her, and perhaps they would have to contend with the fact that their relationship was odd, but he loved her regardless. In his mind, he could not think of a single regret as the spray of the shower soothed his aching body.

The next day, there were perhaps a few regrets, but not about the relationship. He sat just outside of the store wearing traditional robes of the region while fanning himself, shoulders and head sagging as shaggy hair was let loose over the tan of his exposed shoulders. Scorch sat next to him with a bag of ice applied over bruises and scratches, a bottle of disinfectant looming nearby.

Quietly he muttered, “I can’t believe that I can’t move at all without feeling some sort of pain.”

To his surprise and joy, Scorch snickered and gave his shoulders a gentle nudge.

“Message received. I’ll take it easy, so long as you’ll take it easy on me, and eventually, I’ll be able to keep up with you.” He said as he looked toward her with a small smile.

Scorch rubbed her chin at that one, but eventually, she grinned and gave him a nod.

They leaned side by side, and later that day, the kind old women from the shop brought them both a meal heavy in protein and for some odd reason gave him congratulations.