I still play Pokemon. Sad huh? I'm using one of the default names from Pokemon Saphire/Ruby, since FireRed/LeafGreen doesn't have defaults.
This story is graphic, lustful, and in first person, how completely unlike me. Sore abundance of one-liners, I assure you, there shall be many. Might be a multi, I have ideas for other scenes. But I want to see how this one goes first.
Enjoy. ::evil perverted smile::
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Whispers
Something…
I don't know where I am, everything seems a bit… off…
It's not… bad… per say.
Just… off.
It's a bit dark… but, warm.
Yes, there's a good deal of warmth.
"Lance?"
I look down and, I think I remember. Part of things anyways; I'm with Jean, the new League champion.
I'm holding her in my arms, and we're completely alone.
The broad-brimmed hat she wore when she challenged me isn't with her, and I can see the delicate curves of her mouth and lips. Her slender arms, close up, I can see are well muscled from her travels.
The edge in her wide brown eyes, that which drove her to take the challenge, and triumph over all she met, it's hidden now. But I know that she isn't weak, neither mentally or physically, no matter what the task.
It's a shame now though; it was that calculated determination which first sparked my interest.
The loose-knit sweater she wears, decent enough, but the neck-line is shaped in just a way that… My hands run over well-rounded hips, the rough fabric of her skirt sliding across her skin like… When I take her mouth, the warmth as she opens up to me sends chills down my spine, and I feel…
It's these traits that have sparked my lust.
I know where I am suddenly, not just with whom. It's my room, the cramped space the world has set aside for one of its most powerful men.
I feel her slim fingers twine into my hair as my mouth moves down her neck. A small cry works its way past her lips, before I work my hands under her thighs, dropping her down onto the bed under me. The ties of my vest fall away as her hands come up, her legs are spread and I bring myself to a rest between them.
Capturing her mouth once more, the kiss is short lived. She pulls away from me suddenly, and I look down into mahogany eyes. I can only smile.
The edge has returned.
Her hands go to the hem of her shirt, and she pulls the pale blue garment up and over her head. She smile and comes up to meet me as I move in again, I chuckle as I try to remove the shirt she has already unbuttoned for me. Thinking it unfair for me to see her pale silky skin, while I remain covered.
The man who shares the room next to mine, with whom I am good friends with, he may brag about his hardened body, but she seems more than just pleased as her fingers trace the lines of my shoulder. She catches a few strands of her sandy hair in her mouth, lips pulled back in a playful smile as I run one finger under the strap of her bra. A black satiny material, it clings to her like a second skin, but the cloth is far to course to match her flesh.
But now she is the one with more clothing.
She gives a shrill laugh as I attempt to remove the troublesome article, and backs up from me, all the way to the headboard.
I follow, of course, moving as a predator, my prey in plain sight.
She grins evilly, and moves again.
Taken aback this time, I cannot follow her, and before I can react, she is behind me.
Her breasts press down on my back, and she embraces me from behind. I smirk as her fingers trace along my belt buckle, jumping as she heads south.
"Hush now Hatchling," She purrs in my ear. A shiver runs down my spine, before rushing back up again. I do not hear her voice often, commanding and powerful when she directs a battle, quiet across the room as she whispers too the other female members of the Elite.
I grin at the name she gives me, Hatchling. Lance the Dragon Master, a Hatchling. I would bristle should anyone else call me such, but from her…
Her hands leave me, and my breathing returns to normal, I had not noticed how shallow each breath had been under her menstruations.
I hear a slight amount of shuffling behind me, and I try to look over.
But her hands reach out, and cover my eyes,
"Be patient Hatchling," she coos, I smile again,
Fine.
Not a moment later, her hands return, and work to remove the belt. She does not press herself against me again, but her hand slides down my open pants,
And that isn't so important anymore.
I fall back against her as she places a gentle hand on my shoulder. Her tongue runs along my ear, and I clutch my teeth as they chatter somewhat. Her fingers moving methodically against that oh so sensitive part of me, pulling me away, to where she wants me to be…
Jean doesn't wear perfume; or any make-up as far as I know, unlike many of the women I often meet. She has the raw beauty of nature, she smells sweet as the forest and mountains.
I turn my head slightly, placing a light kiss on one of the bare breasts my head rests on, a warm soft pillow. So she wanted to do it herself I see. She giggles, and her other hand strokes my jaw tenderly.
"How is that Hatchling?" She asks softly, removing that blessed hand once more. I feel disappointment as she changes how we lay on the bed. The covers we never pulled back messed around us as we lay on top.
Or rather, I lay; she moves out from under me, leaving me too lie on my back as she sits for a moment.
A very short moment. She looks over me once or twice, before swinging one well-muscled leg over, straddling me before moving out over top.
I kiss her as her face comes over mine, smiling against her lips as heat runs through my veins. My hands run over her smooth back, coming to her hips where I begin working at the skirt she wears.
The button and zipper come apart in my hands, allowing me to push down the stiff material, and caress her. She gasps at the contact, freezing above me, I grin cruelly,
"I'm supposed to be in charge, remember?" I growl in a low voice, taking her mouth as I flip us over, she seems to wake up again, and moves against the fingers pushing into her. I smile as her eyes dilate,
"I remember Hatchling," She purrs, catching my ear in her teeth, and nipping gently at the skin. She pulls my pants down the rest of the way, before wrapping her arms around my shoulders again.
I pause a moment, sliding one hand down her side, slowly pulling down the silky undergarment.
She's tense, and so am I. I smile down at her yet again, before dipping my head down. I gently kiss around each pink nipple, taking the chance to run my tongue over each silky patch, and bringing out the hard nub of flesh.
Her reaction excites me. Her cheeks go bright pink, and it creeps down over her chest. She arches up towards me, her hips running into mine. I smile again and push her back down against the covers with my hands.
"Be patient Champion," I whisper, she laughs at that, she has such a free sense of humor. I grind my hips slowly against hers, careful not to enter the warmth I can feel. Deliberately placing my hands just off to the side of each breast, taunting her.
Her nails bite into my skin, and she arches again, moving at first with, then against me for more friction.
"Lance!" she whines, giggling at the same time, "I didn't do this to you!" I laugh now, we kiss again, and I take my time in ending this one, running my tongue over hers repeatedly.
"You were worse." I chuckle, noting her uneven breathing.
When I meet her eyes again, there is a dangerous glint deep within chocolate depths.
This drives me even harder.
I want to tease her some more, loving the feeling of her beneath me, knowing how much she loves every nip and touch.
But when she wraps her legs around me, and she starts touching me back,
If I don't let go, I feel as if I'm going to explode.
"Are you ready?" I challenge, changing the pace, moving slower now, looming over her.
I watch her throat as she swallows, her eyes opening wide as she feels me hovering over her entrance. It takes a moment, before she shuts her eyes again; turning her face to me once more with mouth half open.
"Now Lance," She breathes, facing the side again, eyes still shut, "I want this now,"
I doubt I will ever be able to refuse her.
I move slowly, watching the shivers run across her skin as I settle over her once more. Slowly, gently, I move inside.
She gasps as I am only just entering, I pause a moment, before moving again. Her reaction is the same, but I do not pause again, thoughts not meaning much anymore.
Mayhap I do not know her as well as I shall, but now I've now learned she does not like to be kept waiting.
My own eyes are closed as she quickly reaches up, her hands fist in my hair, and she yanks my head down. Startled, I try to say something, but her mouth closes over mine before I can utter a word. At the same time, her legs tense up, and quickly bring me closer, instantly thrusting me inside of her.
Instinct is all that's left.
A small explosion goes off inside of me, and rushes out into her. Stunned, we cannot move, frozen as more of that intense heat fires between us, over and over again. Lust pounds through my veins, and I withdraw from her part way, my vision is blurred, and streaked crimson as I ram back into her.
Again and again I thrust myself into her. Again and again she adds to my power, drawing me close in time.
She screams, but I have no breath to do the same, if she's saying anything, the meanings are too far beyond me.
But I know, I, know.
She wants this as much as I do. She wants me over her; she wants me inside of her. She wants me in her blood so thick she won't be able to tell the two apart. She wants this, I know she does. It's in her voice, it's in her movements, it's in her soul.
She wants me.
It ends, and I am completely drained, caught off guard but utterly fulfilled. I collapse against her, hearing the pounding of both our hearts, thundering away in time to one another.
I have the strength to move us, rolling over to put her above me, before she simply falls to my side. One of her arms remains around me, and vice versa. I feel her warmth still as she comes up to my side, curling against me.
I do not call her name, nor do I speak to her. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, but not seeing the cracked plaster. Not smelling the traces of rot in the walls.
Not resting inside the dorms beneath the Indigo Plateau.
…
I remember now…
"Mornin' Ma'am, sleep well?"
I am on One Island, in the Sevvie Islands,
"Why yes Bruno, good to see you this morning."
I am on a League Tour that will travel to Hoenn, the Sevvie Islands, and Jhoto before returning to Kanto.
"Is Lance up yet? Wouldn't be surprised if he's been to Mt. Ember and back already today!"
I am not with Jean, the young Kanto Champion, not a month into her title.
"I'm afraid not, that's what I was coming to see, Jean and Lorelei have been up since earlier this morning, speaking with that charming boy Celio."
I am dreaming.
"Could you fetch Lance Bruno? I hope the poor boy isn't sick. He lives for these tours!"
And it's time to wake up.
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HehehehehahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!
That was so much FUN!! Oh yes, Multi chapter THIS SHALL BE!! So fun! I shall torture Lance! Because he is my favorite Pokemon character!
Muahahaa, this is the first time I've written in WEEKS! So good to get something on… hard-drive?
Whatever.
Next chapter should be soon! Reviewness!!!