Despite the forest canopy shielding you from the sun's rays, it did little to protect you from the humidity that almost felt like you were being cooked by the inside out. That wasn't about to stop you however, as you've reached a new high score for keeping pace with Meryl, your Mienshao. What was once sparring matches that lasted less than a minute due to a skill and stamina gap you've been pushing slowly but surely with regular sparring sessions every other day. To the outsider this might not sound too impressive, but given a fighting type's natural expertise on the martial arts and their impressive stamina, any human lasting even just a minute is pretty impressive. And with you, it was all thanks to the martial art form Meryl has been teaching you, a form that relied more on defense and countering than offense.
After taking a fighting stance and slowly approaching each other, she threw the first punch and you countered, then did she, then did you, and soon a dizzying whirlwind of punches, palm strike, parries, and even kicks when had the space and were feeling ballsy. At some point, what felt like an eternity but was certainly only seconds, the distance was great enough that you had to reapproach and cycle would begin anew. Sometimes you threw the hit, others times it was her, and as a true test to your skill Meryl would start with a grab at times.
You had kept this dance going for what you knew was well over a minute, and the warmth you felt wasn't from the heat but rather both from the pride you felt and from her as she smiled at you. Now beyond arm's length once more, you began to approach, eager to continue, but while your spirit was eager, your body was giving out. You felt your legs buckle, the burning sensation unable to be ignored anymore, and collapsed back into a nearby tree.
Meryl pulled out her stop watch, "Three minutes and ten seconds."
While she didn't look winded in the slightest, barely even breaking a sweat, you had to take a moment to catch your breath, feeling your sweat soaked shirt stick to you.
Meryl moved forward and crouched in front of you, handing you a water bottle you hurriedly gulp down, "You really pushed yourself this time. I don't want to see you hurt."
With your throat no longer dry and finally having caught your breath, you replied, "I know. It's just…I want to make you proud."
Meryl cupped her paws together and tilted her head, "Aw." She said cutely.
What would otherwise be rather mocking was somewhat genuine if a little teasing between you two. You both knew you had feelings for each other, but neither of you had the heart to carry through with them. With all you two have been through together, you'd think intimacy would be an easy barrier to cross, but that sort of vulnerability seemed to be a nigh impenetrable barrier. One so difficult that apparently sparring which required a closeness that made many uncomfortable and ended in exhaustion and the occasional bruise was easier for you two to go through. And with this sparring session, it seemed like it would serve as a substitute for intimacy once more, at least to you. But not to Meryl.
Whereas these sessions normally ended with a walk back to the Pokémon Center from deep within the forest, Meryl had another ending in mind.
Still crouched in front of you, she put a paw on your shoulder, slowing moving it down your arm. You felt your faces draw closer and closer and kissed. You two weren't so afraid that a kiss wasn't unfamiliar to you two. In fact, kissing, groping, even grinding was normal between you two, and you expected this is where it was going as you pulled each other in. But she quickly parted, her face a beet red and coy smile on her face.
"You're a little stiff you know that?"
"My lips are stiff?" You smirked, joking.
"No," she gave a playfully, but still somewhat painful, punch to your arm, "I meant your body. Did we stretch before we spar?" She asked.
You most certainly did, in fact you always stretched before sparring under her orders, and you couldn't wrap your head around where she was going with this. Fortunately she took your silence as an opportunity to continue.
"Fortunately, I know a way to make a man relax pretty easily." She said with a smirk.
You smirked back, "You know if you want to have sex you don't need to be so coy about it." Not that you didn't like it of course.
Yet her smile quickly faded as her blushed deepened, and she went as far as to cover her mouth with her sleeve, "That's not what I meant." She said softly. "I-I don't want to go there yet."
You tilted your head, "Then…what do you mean?"
She seemed to relax that your tone wasn't angry, removing her sleeve from over her mouth, "I want to see you masturbate." She said bluntly.
You were at a loss for words, "W-why?" Was all you could muster.
"Well…" Meryl seemed to have trouble explaining, "I think it's clear to both of us that we can't just dive into what we want, so why not take it a little slow, y'know?"
"Sure but… I'm still a little confused as to why-"
"I just want to see you do it okay?" She interjected, covering her mouth again, "I guess I'm just…curious."
You felt yourself grow hot, and strangely, a little nervous. You couldn't help but look away when you responded, "If it makes you happy, I'll do it." You wished you didn't sound so nervous.
Meryl's voice seem to perk up, "You will? Thank you!" She wrapped you in a tight hug before moving back, giving you some space to relax as you sat against the tree.
But you couldn't relax, you felt her eyes on you and were paranoid of eyes watching you.
Meryl seemed to read your thoughts, "You think I'm gonna judge the show? Hardly. Don't worry, we won't be caught, we've never had company far out here." She leaned forward, displaying her cleavage that hanged securely against her black top that complimented her white fur well, "Please?" She said seductively.
"I already said I agreed!" You quickly replied, your face growing hot.
Looking away you quickly removed your pants and exposed yourself to her, you nerves hindering your excitement, but you hoped once you got going that wouldn't be an issue. Looking to Meryl, she eyed it in a sort of curiosity, and something about that sent a shiver down your spine. Nervously swallowing, you began to stroke it.
Now she moved closer, over your legs in fact to get a closer look, you swear if she was any closer you'd feel her breath on your growing cock. Well, it would be growing if her sudden movement didn't spook you.
"Oh come on, this can't be the first time you've seen a dick." You say in slight annoyance.
"No, of course not. But… this is different from seeing one on a computer screen."
"Well there isn't a computer screen between us, so could give me some space?" You say a bit more harshly than you mean, "Sorry."
"Don't be." She backs off with a smirk, "Still, I thought it was a guy's dream to have a hot lady near their cock."
"Well you're not just a 'hot lady' to me. You mean a lot to me." You pause for a moment, your limp cock in your hand and let out a nervous laugh, "Wow, guess being sentimental doesn't have a place here."
Meryl snorts, "Not for now at least. I'll stop interrupting and just watch. You just relax, get into it."
You take a deep breath and close your eyes, fantasizing about making love to Meryl. You wondered how she looked nude, though you didn't feel it right to ask her to strip, even if you yourself were exposed. Still, the fantasy did its work at getting you going. You felt your face grow hot, your member twitch in your hand, occasionally you even thrusted your hips upwards as if expecting Meryl's warm, wet entrance over you.
Opening your eyes, you saw Meryl, and while she hadn't moved from her spot she was leaning forward. Her expression told you that she did want to move however as she gazed in surprise at your cock. You couldn't help but feel an immature sense of pride.
"What?" You ask.
She jumps from your sudden question, "It's just…wow. I get how you can fit it in your pants when you're not excited, but how would you do that now?"
You let out a chuckle, "It'd be pretty uncomfortable. What, do you want me to put it away?"
"No!"
You both laugh. A few more moments pass, the silence only broken by your occasional moans, the sounds of rubbing only you could probably hear unless Meryl got close. You had stopped feeling uncomfortable at Meryl staring at you, you didn't even mind her inching closer and closer. In fact, you liked it. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and lust, two expression you didn't think could mix, and it was incredibly satisfying to see her lick her lips on occasion.
But for whatever reason, moments of feeling you were close came and went, and it was beginning to prove frustrating at how long it was taking. You couldn't help but apologize for it.
"It's okay. Maybe you just need some encouragement." She says with a smirk.
She suddenly crawls forward, moving in front of you and begins to whisper in your ear.
"I want you to cum for me. Make a mess. I want to hear you moan, I want to see cum shoot out of that hot, twitching dick."
Her hot breath in your ear sent a shiver down your body. You feel your member twitch as you stroke harder and faster. Butterflies form in your stomach as pressure build. You can't help but start moaning a little louder.
Meryl looks down, smiling, "That's it, baby." She kisses your neck before backing up in front of you. "You've been so good, so here's some more." She takes off her tank top and removes her bra, letting her breast out.
As she squeezes them, she licks her lips, you notice her nipples are erect. "You want to cum on these don't you? I'd let you. I want your hot, sticky cum on my fur."
You felt your feet curl and head grow light as you find your pace, "Jesus, Meryl, you know just what to say."
Meryl starts chuckling as she continues to play with her breast in front of you, but it's cut short as you utter out your next words
"I-I think I'm gonna cum."
Meryl stops playing, "Wait, not yet. Slow it down."
"Wait?!" You almost whine in protest, you felt too good to stop, and you could see Meryl knew that.
For some reason she froze up, looking down at the ground, her face red. "To hell with it." She quickly uttered and removed her pants.
Sticking her paw down her underwear she began to masturbate. "I-I wasn't sure how far I wanted to go. I wanted to keep teasing you, but if you're this close, fuck it."
Fortunately for you, all the blood hasn't rushed from your brain yet. "Uh, I could slow down if you wanted me too so you could cum." Your voice is slurred.
"Don't slow down. Just cum for me. Please." Meryl says.
You didn't need Meryl to tell you that, you were moaning now, dick pulsing, feet curling, you were surprised you hadn't climaxed yet. Your eyes were closed as you entered another fantasy, now having clearer picture of what Meryl's beautiful body was like it made the fantasy feel all more real.
A sudden voice broke you from your trance.
"Open your eyes Thomas."
You did, and saw Meryl completely naked, her legs open. Her face was a deep red, an expression of nervousness and desire was written on her face, thankfully her nerves didn't falter the seductiveness in her voice.
"You gonna cum aren't you? You want to cum in this, don't you? Show me that hot cum you want fill me with."
That did it. Arching you back you let out a final moan as the pressure was released and a warm fluid. Your dick pulsed and kept shooting, all the while Meryl looked on in surprise. When it was finally over, your hand and thighs were covered in your cum and Meryl looked entranced.
"Uh, could you hand me a towel?" You ask breathlessly.
"R-right." Meryl says and quickly retrieves a towel from her backpack.
You couldn't help but feel from her hurriedness that you grossed her out. It didn't help that she stood crouching in front of you when she came over, staring at your mess.
"Uh, sorry if-"
She interrupted you by taking your cum covered hand, you froze as you felt her tongue trace over where the cum was. Her face morphs in slight discomfort before she pulls back, audibly swallowing.
"I guess it's an acquired taste." She says.
"Um, sorry if that was a little gross." You say as you wipe yourself off.
She looks to you in confusion, "Well it wasn't until I tried to eat it," she chuckles, "in fact, it was pretty hot."
As she puts her clothes back on, a question escapes your lips.
"Did you…want me to please you?"
Meryl turns around, a smile on her face, "You know what? Yeah. Granted I think we might need to wait until we get back to our room for you to have recharged."
"I meant…" You couldn't help but feel nervous as you tried to string the words together.
Meryl simply lets out a comforting laugh, "Again, back at our room, Romeo." She hands you our pants, "You know, when I said I wanted you to masturbate, I was curious, but I also read it could help couples get intimate."
"I thought that was when they both masturbated?"
"Maybe. I got what I wanted and it looks like you did too. But I'd be down for it, and maybe a little more." She says with a wink and a peck on the cheek.
Warmth spread through you once more. It looks like you've finally crossed that barrier.