Simba hissed at the scent of pheromones, the pungent scent making him jittery. The Luxray was accustomed to the scent, especially at this volume. He smelled the pheromones of a male marking his territory, along with the smell of a female in heat. Only problem was, the female was Saria Hitoawa.
Krom yawned as he sat on the couch, enjoying his day. He scratched the back of his head, grumbling at why he felt the need to mark territory. He was aware Pokemon did it, but someone like him? He felt the need to do it, so it must be for the best. His Pokemon were all with Simba, and it was just him and Saria. Krom figured Kyouhei was off enjoying himself, hopefully training his Pokemon. Simba told him that the marking of territory is so that no other males enter your territory, and if they do, they're signing a death warrant. Especially if a female in heat is on his territory. Although, Krom did smell something different in Saria. She had a more musky scent that caused his focus to break when she walked in the room.
Saria Hitoawa was at a standstill. She went into heat again, and felt the need to mate and reproduce, although she had no one to reproduce with. She was shy about asking her husband in any terms, so she settled for enjoying his company. She rests her head on his shoulder, wondering if he could smell the same pheromones she could. Even if he didn't, the scent of blood was likely in his nose, as it was in her's. She rubbed her head against his shoulder, the contact causing her to bite her lip.
Krom felt Saria rub her head on his shoulder, and then he smelt blood. He looked to her, tilting his head. "Are you okay? Do you need something?" he asked, wondering why she was so affectionate. She shrugged, and Krom chuckled. "You can ask me anything. I'm here for you." he said. She blushed, her hormones acting up. She looked up to Krom, who smiled. She looked down, unsure how to go about speaking to him about what her body was going through. She saw his nostrils flare, and his pupils dilate. Simba had always said that meant either it was too damn dark, or you're wearing too many damn clothes. Saria decided to just ask for a hug, which Krom chuckled at. He hugged his wife, and she groaned under her breath. Her soft breast pressed against his muscled chest. Krom felt his instincts kick in, and could have sworn he felt his teeth poking at his gums.
Krom pulled back, surprising her. He kissed her, causing her to gasp, where his tongue slid into her mouth. As a Halfling, and a Gardevoir one at that, her emotions and sensations were likely triple that of a normal human. His hands made their way to her hips, tugging at the hem off her dress. She leaned back, allowing him to pull it off of her body, discarding it with a grunt. She saw the animalistic flare in his blood red eyes, and that something deep inside his being guided him through this. She didn't even blink before he hoisted her from the ground, her bra discarded. He placed her on the bed, looming over her like a mountain, his heavily muscled body pressed against her's.
She moaned when his tongue slid across her neck. She always was skittish about people touching her neck, but yet she craned her neck back for more. His left hand was on her sensitive breast, kneading the soft flesh delicately. He kissed her, their eyes hazed over with lust. His hand left her breast, trailing down her waist to her hip, where he tore her undergarments from her body, as if he had claws. She squeaked, nervous as he chuckled. The scent of pheromones increased, as cool air hit her. She moaned, and she could clearly see the look in his blood red eyes, as it was reflected by her own crimson orbs.
His seemingly possessed body trailed down her's with an almost serpentine flow. She moaned when his tongue found it's way across her breasts, her erect nipples the fleshy appendage's next target. Looking slyer than a Seviper on a sweet summer Saturday, his body left the bed, his head between her legs. She was unsure of what she would do, but she hoped he was gentle, as it was her first time. As Gardevoir are Pokemon, her Labia Majora were peeled back, the more Pokemon like Labia Minora swollen, a deep red in color. The bed was coated in fluids, and even a little blood, and she bit her lip. She felt something warm run against her core, and moaned loudly. She felt the sensation again, moaning just as loudly. Krom chuckled, his tongue traveling up the soft, sensitive flesh a third time. His large hands found their way to her hips, causing her to whimper. He winked, giving her a thumbs up, and she groaned.
She cried out, his tongue entering her. Krom grunted, hating the fleshy barrier known as a hymen. As a Hitoawa, he tore down every wall or barrier in his way, be it on a castle or in a woman. Hr prodded the flesh with his tongue, his saliva slowly eating through the flesh. Saria writhed around him, wrapping her legs around his head as she called out. He hummed, the vibration stimulating. One of his fingers ran with his finger, prodding her insides as she writhed.
His finger moved up to the small nub of flesh known as the clitoris, rubbing slowly, almost deliberately. He tongue moved quick, joining his finger instantly before returning to it's former place.
She screamed, her orgasm hitting harder than she'd think. Blood and fluids rushed into Krom's mouth, and he chuckled, lifting his head. Blood trailed down his chin, the sly smirk on his face causing her to blush. Despite the fact that Krom wore loose jogging pants, the garment was painfully tight. Saria slowly rose from the bed, panting as she did so, her half lidded eyes settling below his waist.
She stood, nearly half a foot shorter than the Hitoawa. She looked up at him, and he smiled. She kissed him, standing up on her tiptoes to do so. His hands rested on her rear, and she moaned at how sensitive her flesh was. Her hand trailed down his muscled body, hardened from his harrowing travels, and into his pants. He grunted as her hand met his swollen member, freeing it from his pants. Her other hand hit his waist, sliding the pants down. She smiles at Krom before sinking to her knees, returning the favor.
She stared at his erection, almost unsure what to do. She liked the tip, causing him to groan in pleasure. She smiled, moving her hand up and down the organ. Her speed picked up, and she frowned slightly, as her hands didn't wrap around the thick organ fully. She removed her hand, licking it again. She leaned down, licking the bottom of the shaft, her tongue grazing his balls. He moaned, and she smiled. She took the tip into her mouth, the warmth unusual to both of them. She swiveled her tongue around the organ as she took more into her mouth, Krom moaning louder. She saw his abdomen, the organ poking at the back of her throat. The small organ under her tongue that produced saliva worked more than usual, as she pulled back, then moved forward.
Krom grunted in pleasure. Saria's head bobbed, the saliva covered organ being encased in her warm mouth. He felt pressure build up in his gut, and moaned even louder. Saria massaged his balls, feeling his member swell even more. She pulled the organ from her mouth, a saliva trail from her lips to the swollen tip of the member. She stroked it licking her lips clean. She squeezed the organ, her instincts telling her to pump something from his cock. Her instincts happened to be right, as a rush of warm, sticky white liquid exploded from his cock, and he grunted, closing his eyes. The liquid hit her in the face, causing her to close one of her eyes, the liquid trailing down her chin to drip onto her breasts.
Krom chuckled. She rose to her feet, using Psychic to remove the liquid from her body. Krom grunted, kissing his wife. The young lovers shared a passionate kiss, their hormones still refusing to rest. Saria's hands fell to his chest, and his to her plump rear and he smirked. He hoisted her into the air, placing her on the bed, the sheets soaked in fluid and sweat, even on a late Autumn morning. He grinded his still erect member against her, causing her to moan. She panted, her species not known for endurance. She sat up, trying to gain leverage on the boy. He wouldn't allow it, dominant like a dragon, grunting as she felt her self spun around, his teeth against her earlobe. She grunted, his hand finding it's way back to her breast. Her arm wrapped around his head, his tongue across her neck. He pressed his chest against her back, and she groaned.
The need became too much. She fell forward, on her hands and knees. Her rump was in the air, and she pleaded with her eyes. She didn't care about their species, nor their age, she needed him now. He smirked, squeezing the soft flesh before ramming himself in, shattering her hymen and causing her to scream in pain. Krom stood still, waiting for her signal to go. Saria used Heal Pulse, the pain fainting quickly. She nodded, and Krom pulled out slowly, then slammed back in.
He grunted at how tight and wet she felt. His hands rested on her ass, and he thrusted again, loving the feel of the wet cavern. The ripples of the walls, the heat and warmth, even the emotion. Her emotions slipped, and she used her powers, melding her mind with his. They shared the sensations and feelings. They were the closest thing to one being that any couple could wish to be, the slapping of skin on skin and the scent of musty sweat enhancing the feel. She panted rhythmically, almost in time with his thrusts. He grunted, feeling his orgasm coming. Saria beat him to it, the ecstasy breaking her first. She came hard, provoking him. Their fluids mixed and he grunted.
He didn't pull out, nor did his member become soft. He just kept thrusting, the ecstasy nearly too much for Saria to handle. Krom moved his hands next to her shoulders, leaning over her, their skin touching even more. His instincts were in full control, and his teeth came down, clamping onto her shoulder. She cried out, and felt her blood hit his tongue, some dark, hidden part of him commanding him to mark her with his teeth. His mouth left her shoulder, his bloody tongue sliding across her neck. He leaned down to her ear, their panting the only thing in the house for moments, until Krom whispered into her ear.
"I Love You Saria." he said, panting. She smiled, tears of joy forming in her eyes. He kissed her neck, thrusting harder and enhancing their mind meld. She loved him, the psychic connection so strong and the sensations mixed so well, they wanted to spend eternity like that. But, such things can not happen and her orgasm hit hard, and she fell forward, unable to support herself on her arms anymore. Krom grunted, his orgasm just as hard, blinding him for moments before he fell next to her.
He held her, smiling as they dozed. He wrapped his larger arms around her body, smiling as he held the woman he loved.
Simba rolled his eyes. "Remind me how I allow such young kids to keep me up till four in the morning." he said, grunting. 'Fucking kids! Literally! Their mother fucking eleven! Who the fuck fucks at eleven!?" he yelled, his only audience Sher-Khan. The young Halfling snorted, swing at his father's twitching tail. He frowned, looking through his father's tape recorders. He shrugged, pulling out one. He frowned. It was painted blue, and said 'R.I.P Peace' on it. He clicked it, listening to the recording.
"This is Mufasa Lionheart, head scientist of Ketchum Genetics. Former head scientist, excuse me. That fucking church ruined me. I still have my son, Simba. If you are hearing this, Ash Ketchum has passed on and I have not. I decided t conduct my own investigation, and have found shocking results, possibly proving that Ash Ketchum did not die of natural causes, but might have been assassinated." his father said. "Ash Ketchum passed of natural causes after a long battle and loving day with his family. That was the official report. But I dug deeper, and found some things that frighten me." he said.
"Number one. I headed to the Medical examiner, who seemed unnerved at my appearance. The autopsy had concluded that his heart gave out, likely from all the excitement in his life. However, upon looking at the autopsy report, I found no toxicology report, which means one of two things. He forgot, or he left it out on purposed. I inquired, and he said he merely misplaced it. He lied." His father's voice said, causing Simba to frown.
"Number two, upon clearing out the ranch of Ash Ketchum, and selling Pallet Town back to the Pokemon League, I decided to check his bedroom thoroughly. I found nothing abnormal except one thing. The outfit the grand champion died in was gone. Either it was still on his body, or it was taken." His father's voice stated.
"Number three. The Westborough Baptist Church hated Ash Ketchum. After he died, they tore down his ranch, and his special Pokemon schools, his restaurants, and even Ketchum Genetics. Simba, if you are hearing this, listen closely. What I am about to tell you could change the world." he said. "The last person to battle Ash Ketchum before his death was Gary Oak. I found this harmless, except for one thing. His Pidgeot missed a Toxic, then was defeated by Ash's Staraptor." he said.
"I believe th3 Toxic splattered onto Ash's missing outfit, then into his skin, killing him. It would be an accident if I'm right. Gary would apologize, cry and all would be normal. No. Because the day Ash Ketchum died, Gary Oak wore a golden cross around his neck." he stated, and Simba froze. If his father was correct, then the Westborough Baptist Church employed Gary Oak to kill his best friend, and watched as his empire, a reminder of Ash's superiority, be torn down. It seemed plausible.
Simba growled, his form shifting. "Gary Oak, if you are behind this, you will know pain no living being has ever known." he stated, heading off to the dungeon, where Cheren Westborough was held captive.