"Iris, for Arceus sake, tell me what's wrong!" Cilan demanded, now sounding angry.

"There's nothing wrong!" shouted Iris, contradicting the tears that were falling down her cheeks even faster. "Just forget about it and let me go home!"

"I'm not letting you go home like this, Iris," Cilan frowned. "If you don't start talking, I'm gonna make you."

Iris didn't know what he meant by that – after all, physically she was much stronger than he was and so it wasn't like he could force her to stand here and pour her heart out to him. All his empty threats accomplished was upsetting her even more, and she tried to push him out of her way but he held his ground.

"Can you please MOVE?" Iris sounded like she was begging him, and she couldn't take his sparkling green eyes staring disapprovingly into hers any longer. She felt numb, and her strength seemed to have weakened since she was finding it difficult to release herself from Cilan's tightened grasp. "PLEASE, CILAN!" Her sobs loudened and became uncontrollable; her eyes were closed and she refused to look at him anymore.

It was probably this refusal that made Iris's heart stop beating when she felt something slam into her lips. She jerked open her eyes to see what Cilan had just done, and even though she was obviously aware of his actions, the actual sight of Cilan's face up against hers, his lips forcefully pressed onto her, made her entire face redden and heat up.

Iris's hysteria didn't dissolve completely, but she didn't hesitate to close her eyes again and return the kiss, moaning passionately as she did so. She didn't know how long it would last so she didn't want to question it. She melted as Cilan removed his hands from her shoulders and firmly cupped her face, deepening the kiss and moaning alongside her.

They were both struggling to breathe, but neither one of them was about to let go. Iris instinctively wrapped her arms around Cilan's neck, having to stand on her tip-toes, and pushed his head so that there wasn't any space between their faces.

After a couple of seconds, Cilan took a step forward to close the tiny gap between them. Their bodies were completely pressed up against each other, and Iris began to stumble as she lost her balance and fell backwards. Luckily, Cilan managed to catch her before she hit the floor, and manouevered her over to his bed, where he delicately placed her so that she was lying down on her back. He then climbed back on top of her and resumed caressing her lips with his own, this time holding her arm down – not that Iris was complaining.

Their groans became louder, and Iris involuntarily began to buck her hips when she felt the bulge in Cilan's pants harden against her crotch. Under normal circumstances she would feel awkward and embarrassed, but something had come over the both of them and now all they felt was desire. Iris opened her legs and wrapped them around Cilan's waist, tightening her arms around his neck once again.

To her disappointment, Cilan retracted from their make-out session and lifted his torso slightly so that he could get a better look at the beautiful, tan-skinned girl beneath him, who was staring up at him with big, hazel eyes. Iris was unsure about what she was going to do, but everything up till this point had been impulsive so she decided to just go for it.

She reached her hands up and confidently started undoing the gold buttons of his vest, and proceeded to rip it off him once she had finished. Cilan quickly followed her lead and tugged at the bottom of her cream top, indicating to Iris that he intended to pull it off her. She was all too happy to comply, and lifted her arms up above her head so that he was able to easily to remove it and toss it onto the floor. He then discarded his vest, along with his own white shirt (after allowing Iris to undo the buttons again of course), and planted another passionate kiss on Iris as she simultaneously undid the buttons of his pants, fumbling out of haste.

One by one, each garment was removed until eventually Cilan was left in his green boxer shorts and Iris in her purple silk bra and underwear. Sweat poured off of them as they embraced each other in a fit of desire and passion, and the only sounds they could hear was heavy breathing and the racing beating of each other's hearts. Cilan cupped his hand around one of Iris's breast, smiling to himself when Iris let out a pleasurable moan into his neck. His other hand did the same to the other breast, and after a minute of teasing her, Cilan linked his arms around Iris's and lifted her up so that he could undo the clasps of her bra.

Her chest heaved heavily as Cilan slipped it off of her and threw it carelessly to the floor, and she gasped as Cilan forced her back down onto the bed, forcing his tongue into her mouth and caressing her breast with his soft hand. Iris reached her hand down and inserted it into his boxers, grasping his penis and sliding up and down. This ignited pleasurable and almost painful moans from Cilan, whose lips stayed locked to the teasing beauty.

He decided to do the same: supporting his body by placing one hand beside Iris on the bed, he used the other to reach inside her underwear and feel her warmth. He gazed at Iris, her face as red as a Charmeleon, whose eyes rolled into the back of her head as Cilan slowly slipped a finger inside her. She tried her best to stifle her moans, even going so far as to place a hand over her mouth to stop them from escaping, but it was no use once Cilan completely removed her underwear as well as his own.

Iris tensed up as the breathtaking sensation of Cilan's skin hit her inner thighs. She let out an involuntary gasp and tightly gripped the bed sheets on either side of her, not being able to keep herself from pulling them as Cilan used his tongue to explore every inch of her, eventually focusing on her swollen clit. Biting her lip was the only way to stop herself from screaming his name; the pleasure he was giving her was just too much and she couldn't handle it. It was as if Cilan knew what he was doing to her, because he then suddenly thrust his tongue inside her as deep as he could. This was it for her.

"Yes! Yes!" she gasped loudly. And after catching her breath she screamed even more, "Oh, my… Cilan, ah!"

He appeared unresponsive, but Cilan was inwardly satisfied with the noises coming from the tan-skinned woman. After placing soft kisses along her inner thighs and making her tremble even more, he proceeded to flick his tongue over her most sensitive regions. This induced Iris to latch onto his head and tangle her fingers through his meadow-coloured hair, nearly screaming in rapture as she violently bucked her hips. It took everything she had in her willpower not to wrap her shaking legs around his head.

An overwhelming feeling of bliss came over Iris as she became fully aware that this was no dream, and that the man she had lusted after since she was fifteen was finally seeing her for what she had become – a fully grown woman. And even though this was the most euphoric thing she had ever experienced in her life, there was something else of his that she would much rather be inside her.

Her vagina was now soaked in her own fluid after that rapturous performance. Iris fought the urge to touch her throbbing clit as Cilan slid himself up her torso so that their faces were near one another again. With his length pressed up against her folds, Iris's heart skipped a beat because she knew what was soon to be coming.

Without conscious thought, her legs opened even wider for Cilan's crotch to nestle between them and she grabbed the back of his head to pull his face closer to hers. They gazed into each other's eyes, panting heavily and sweat pouring off of them, admiring the one another before aggressively kissing again.

Cilan's hand lightly encircled Iris's bare breast, paying close attention to her hardened nipple. In turn, Iris rubbed up and down the length of Cilan's penis, enlarging it in preparation for positioning the tip against her entrance. She removed her hand and held Cilan's forehead against her own, softly pleading.

"Now, please…" she begged, which she had never done in her life until now.

Cilan looked like he wanted to, but appeared hesitant. Iris reassured him with a secure expression of sensuality.

"Please, Cilan, I can't take waiting any longer…" she continued to pant, gazing into his emerald eyes with love and lust. "I really want this… please, let me have it…"

Cilan, a gentleman, granted her wish. He grasped and slowly directed himself towards Iris's entrance, firmly pressing the tip against her. He gave Iris one last look, observing and smiling at her satisfied expression, before steadily inserting himself into her. He let go and cupped Iris's face in his hands, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek as he cautiously and without hurry pushed himself inside.

Iris let out a small whimper in pain – she expected this, since it was her first time – but placed her hands on Cilan's upper legs to keep him in place so that he didn't draw back out of fear of hurting her. He had a concerned expression on his face when he watched Iris's face turn into one of discomfort, but she pushed him ever so slightly so that his length deepened inside her at a pace she was comfortable with.

Once she had adjusted herself and felt fairly relaxed, she murmured a quiet "okay", suggesting to Cilan that he could start pulling out, which he did carefully. With Iris's hands still grasping his legs, Cilan thrust himself back inside her at a slightly quicker pace than last time. A heavy breath escaped Iris at the same time a groan did Cilan, and he repeated his thrusts until a faint smile appeared across Iris's face, indicating that the pain was beginning to subside and she was starting to enjoy it. She let go of his legs and allowed Cilan to pin her wrists against the bed, attacking her neck with longing kisses as he did so.

Once it became clear that Iris was finding pleasure in the experience – her gasps and moans were more than enough to make this obvious – Cilan quickened the pace and tightened his grip on Iris. She opened her legs as wide as she could, and then proceeded to wrap them around Cilan's waist again so that it was easier for him to control his thrusts. Their hips moved simultaneously with each other's and with every push inside her, Iris released an ecstatic gasp of pleasure. She had dreamed of this moment for ages (longer than a person of her age should have if she was being honest with herself), but she didn't realise that the feeling of Cilan being inside her would feel so damn good, especially when he kissed her jawline and moaned with that enticing voice of his – how did he know that was her weak spot?

Once he could feel himself nearing the end, Cilan let go of her wrists and wrapped his arms around Iris's neck and tangled his hands in her thick, purple hair, groaning loudly, to which she did the same. They were both now in full sync with each other and stared into each other's glittering eyes one last time as they both climaxed, voicing deafening moans as they both collapsed, out of breath and trembling from exhaustion.

Iris gripped the sheets of the bed and shut her eyes. 18 years old, and she had just experienced the hottest, most erotic moment in her life. And with the guy she had lusted after for over 5 years no less. Iris looked over at Cilan, who had rolled off of her to lay beside her, also struggling to get his breath back. She allowed herself to smile, but was too tired to do, say or think of anything else, so she just laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling, for what seemed like minutes but realistically was probably only a few seconds.

Her heart skipped a beat as Cilan, in a daze, pulled the covers over them and rolled onto his side to warmly embrace Iris. Her head was nestled against his chest, and she noticed that her heart was beating to the same rhythm of his own. There was plenty of things that she wanted to ask herself; like what they just did, why they did it, what did she mean to Cilan, and what were they going to do now? But as the questions kept swirling around in her head, she could feel herself drifting off into a deep slumber. And before she could give herself any answers, she and Cilan fell into a deep sleep together in each other's arms.