Disclaimer: Contains some light violence (in an accidental way) and blood. Just thought i would warn people.
Ethan was enjoying his strange dreams. The logic of what happens during them were of no concern to him. This was a place he reigned supreme in a place built especially for him, even if he wasn't fully aware that he was dreaming. This was until a strange heat started to flood the dreamscape. It was as if he was burning, not on the inside but as if he was lying out in the sun at midday during summer. It hurt and was uncomfortable but he paid it of little mind in comparison to the now lewd and perverse thoughts and images being flashed across both his vision and mind, having absolutely no control over what he was seeing. It was then something clicked deep inside him, he knew he was dreaming, that these thoughts could not be his and that something was happening that he was unaware of. He must wake up...
The dreamscape abruptly vanished before him, being replaced by the blackness of the back of his eyelids. Opening them provided no further information then telling him that it was still night and he was now facing the wall. Blinking a few times he went to rub his eyes with his right arm but it couldn't move, in his sleep induced state it only served as an inconvenience, his mind not questioning why his arm was pinned. As he got more irritated he also started to wake up, his mind quickly clearing out any excess grogginess that still plagued it.
Now that he was somewhat more alert then previously he attempted to move his arm once again, finding it was still locked in place by something warm and fuzzy. His mind took a few precious seconds to figure out what that meant and the second it did his eyes shot open and his entire body came to a screeching halt. Using his other senses that were now available to him he knew partly what was happening, Jess had seemingly snuck into bed with him. He severely doubted she intended to advance any further then this but the situation alone was uncomfortable for him, not even considering that she was in heat.
He quickly found out the position he was in, one that under different circumstances would be extremely comfortable and relaxing. Her arms were wrapped around his chest; in doing so she had somehow maneuvered her left arm under his body, the hand now resting on his right side ribs. This feat was even more impressive due to the spike that adorned each hand and chest, at least her chest spike wasn't digging into him. He then found that her right arm was the culprit in why he couldn't move his right arm. She had seemingly reached over and placed her right elbow in front of his arm and reached up so she was grabbing his shoulder. From this position he could really only moves the bottom half of his arm, and that didn't help too much.
The more he focused the more he found out, for example he hadn't noticed until then that her head was practically resting on top on his, more or less heavily nuzzling into the crook of his neck. What made him even more uncomfortable was her right leg; she had it draped over his in such a way that he was pleasantly surprised that he couldn't feel anything of hers down there. Her leg stopped just after his kneecaps due to their difference in heights.
He was in a pickle, his body told him to do one thing while his mind told him to do others, they seemed to meet in the middle somewhat stating that in this position he was currently in if he were to move too much he would be sure to wake her up. He wasn't sure why his body thought that was a bad thing but he didn't dare question his own hidden morals. Wait, now that he thought about it, waking her up would be a splendid idea he could get himself out of this situation, get her out of his room and have a, hopefully, nice night of sleep.
As he thought of what to do his mind wandered for a bit and he started to wonder if she even knew what she was going through. He had always assumed that she knew what it was or had learnt it sometime in her life but the more he thought about that train of thought he started to realise that the possibility of her knowing nothing about her heat was uncomfortably high.
Settling on the decision that he would wake her up and explain to her what she was going through, he made his first move by carefully untangling her right arm from his. This seemed to make her shift slightly, enough that it was practically minimal, but more than enough for her heating sex to brush up against his right sided rump. He was just grateful that he didn't take any of his clothes off to go to bed this night.
He tensed up, ridged as a rock as a soft mew escaped her lips. He didn't have much time before his efforts to get her off him were for naught as she re-wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself closer to him as her breaths started to come out ragged and hot against his neck. As he once again started to get her off him he felt her start to grind her lower body against him, he could feel the juices leaking from her and onto his jeans as she did so too. It didn't make this all any easier, only harder, in more ways then one.
He attempted to shift his body forward an inch or two in hopes of her bottom half breaking contact with him but alas it was to no avail. Swearing internally he concentrated on removing her right arm again. His success of doing so was again short lived however.
She had bit him, not playfully like she sometimes did, nor enough so that it didn't hurt, no; she had actually bit his right shoulder, enough so that it was easily drawing blood. The searing pain that washed over him only rooted him in place for a few antagonizing moments before he let out loud strings of curses, his current hot-headed solution in both getting out of this situation and having the pain stop, he couldn't exactly move very much.
She responded to his now pleading efforts to wake her up, just not in the way he had hoped. Before returning to the land of the living she had clamped down harder again causing a much more violent and profuse string of curses to leave his mouth, enough so that she finally woke up. He could tell due to her change in breathing and what he perceived to be groggy moans to tell him to shut up, it only lasted a brief moment but it seemed that the seconds she realised what she was doing she let go of his shoulder and practically bolted out of bed.
The second he was freed from her confines he sat up and clenched his left hand just below the shoulder, not daring to touch it as tears streamed down his face. He surveyed the damage the best he could in the low light situation coupled with his t-shirt still being on but if the glisten and the wetness of his shirt told him anything it was that he was losing a fair amount of blood. It wasn't life threatening per say but boy, did it hurt. As he finished up his quick analysis he looked back up to the culprit who was now backed up against the wall with both hands covering her snout.
Jess was scared, worried, sad and just about everything else in between. She regretted everything she had done, yet she still had very little idea what she had done. She knew she had snuck into his bed that night, something inside her told her too, but the pain, confusion and a whole lot of anxiousness was present in his eyes as he stared at her. Without even saying a word his eyes had told her that she hurt him, whether she had been conscious of it or not.
Tears started to silently stream down her face as her hands still covered her blood ridden snout. Her mouth told her that he tasted good, that he would be a fine specimen for whatever it wanted. But her mind was still reeling from both the shock of what she did and hatred for what she was currently going through, the latter which she only had little snippets of what it was. With tears still streaming down her face she ran out of the room and into the hallway, vanishing from sight for Dean.
The pain was slowly ebbing away for him yet the blood still steadily flowed out of his wound. He didn't know why nor did he care at the moment as to why it was only a dull pain now, all he wanted to do was to clean himself up and talk to her about what was happening, if she'd listen that was. Sighing and putting his reservations aside he got up and made his way to the bathroom, quickly taking off his shirt and washing off the blood that had not yet been soaked up by his now newly red white shirt. Tossing it into the nearby bath he inspected the wound in the mirror. It wasn't deep enough that it may have a lasting long term effect but it still much more than any scratch. He watched as the blood was washed away, only for it to slowly be replaced some seconds after, it had slowed down from its starting speed put was still outputting a decent amount of blood, he might get lightheaded very soon but he wasn't about to pass out.
With that in mind and after washing up once again, he hastily made his way downstairs to search for his bandages, hoping that they were not hidden deep in the pile. After dripping a noticeable amount of blood on the floor he finally found what he was looking for in his emergency medical supply bag. Taking the bag with him back upstairs he once again washed the wound in the mirror before speedily and professionally applying the bandage. After he was done he admired his handiwork in the mirror, thinking how he looked partially like one of those beat up anime heroes with the added effect of the slowly spreading red cloth surrounding his shoulder.
Now that he was done with his self preservation, he knew he needed to move onto the part that he really didn't want to do. Looking at himself one last time in the mirror he sighed once again and made his way out of the bathroom only to stand in front of her door, at least he thought she was in there.
"Jess, are you in there?" He asked as he knocked on the door, quickly realizing that she wouldn't be able to answer him anyway. Putting his hand on the door knob he started to slowly turn it as he spoke. "Alright, I'm coming in. I'm not mad at you or anything, we just need to sit down and talk." He didn't hear or see any forms of protest coming from the other side of the door. Was she not in there? His olfactory told him that she most defiantly was.
Opening the door fully and taking a step back he let the smells of her heat cascade out of the room and into the hallway, surprisingly he was oddly used to it now and it wasn't affecting it as much as it once was. Taking a step into the room the first thing he noticed was that the lights weren't turned on, a quick feel of the wall fixed that problem and flooded yellow light on his current dilemma whom was sitting crouched in the corner facing the wall.
Seeing her like this made his heart ache, she seemed so defenceless and helpless with probably no clue what was going on and every fibre of his being told him to comfort her, yet he wasn't that stupid to do so. She may be his friend but heats can control Pokémon as he experienced quite painfully earlier and he wasn't about to risk it, even if the chances were slim. So he did the next best thing, he sat down on the opposite side of the room against the wall and talked. At first it was reassurances about what she did, telling her that although she hurt him, he wasn't going to die anytime soon and that it was just an occupational hazard of owning a Pokémon.
Next, after she had stopped sobbing and was seemingly listening to him, he started to explain what she was going through, and how she could potentially fix it. It went about as smoothly as he thought it would go, he stuttered almost the entire way through it and his face was as red as a tomato from embarrassment. He knew that normally this wouldn't be the case, but he was talking to his best friend who was currently experiencing all this quite possibly looking for a way to end or dampen it, and from what he told her it wouldn't be hard to figure out that he had the tools of the trade to do so.
He finished his half hour long explanation with the room going uncomfortably quiet; his arm had long since stopped bleeding in the time he talked. He honestly expected some sort of reaction but as he waited it didn't come and he assumed that she wanted to be left alone. Getting up he experimentally moved his right shoulder as he moved towards the door and spoke. "Look, were both tired. You stay here; I'll go and get your mattress and pillow from downstairs. I guess we'll talk about this more tomorrow if you wa-"
He was practically out the door, only turning around to face her to quickly finish off his sentence but was quite rudely interrupted by his companion who was now hugging him for dear life. She had buried her head in his chest, crying heavily into it while Ethan stood there in shock. It only took a couple seconds to process what was happening but as soon as he had realised, his arms were wrapped around her head in his best attempt at comforting her. The claws on her hands were also digging uncomfortably into his back just below where the bandage ran; he was silently happy she didn't cut it or his skin.
He stood there as she let out her frustrations on him as his prospect of getting out of this without more cuts ended with her claws applying more and more pressure on him. Eventually it was enough to pierce his skin and cut one of the bottom stands of his bandage but oddly he felt no pain from it. Finally when her crying died down into quite whimpers he started to absently stroke her head, something that had always helped in calming her down. He looked down at his troubled companion, only noticing now that her eyes were looking into his. He smiled and was about to speak, but she silenced him in the one way he didn't expect. She had reached up and pulled his head down before passionately kissing him on the lips, her arms locking him in place.
His brain told him to push away, to be disgusted by all this and tell her this was wrong, but his body wouldn't listen. Instead of doing what he felt was right his body instead moved on its own violation, one of his hands moving to the back of her head while the other rested on her upper back, both pulling her tighter into the embrace.
Jess felt his defences crumble as she continued the kiss; both mental and physical barriers he had put in place were now rubble. She pushed up further into the kiss, pushing herself onto her tip toes to achieve this. It wasn't long before his mouth parted slightly for unknown reasons and before he could stop her she had pushed her tongue into his mouth, experimentally exploring it.
She was reading his aura as she went, she could tell he was in discomfort, that he didn't want to do this, but she also felt the rapidly rising presence of pleasure and excitement brewing within him, even if he may not be aware of it, yet.
The kiss finished with him forcefully pulling away from her, his hands now resting on her shoulders. When he looked deep into her eyes he could see the lust, excitement and need that seemed to dominate her soul, completely controlling her form. It was then he realised he was panting hard, the woe's of the world seemed to crash back down onto him, everything that he felt was wrong about the scenario was now screaming at him to stop, to tell her it was wrong. But he didn't.
Some minute part of him wanted to be there, it wanted to see how far things could go, to sate her ever growing hunger, to become more than just friends. With those clouded goals in mind he leaned forward and with surprising force and gentleness, continued their kiss, his mind in full control of his body and actions.
At first she was surprised; she knew his defences fell but not this hard. Whatever the reason was she had no qualms in sinking into the passionate kiss. Even if he wasn't the best she knew that eventually practice made perfect.
After what seemed like an eternity she broke the kiss, love and warmth radiating from each of them. She grabbed his hand and led him back into his room, the lingering smell of dried blood not affecting either in the slightest.
They didn't even make it halfway to the bed in the corner before she turned around and jumped onto him, literally. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips and her arms were both behind his head, pushing it forward into her own face so she could continue where they had left off. He on the other hand had one arm supporting her weight through her ass and the other was on her upper back pushing her into him, he was more than content in letting her do this.
As they kissed he clumsily moved around the room in an almost blind attempt at getting them to the bed. Once he found the end of the bed he put his back to it and practically fell back first onto it, abruptly breaking both of them out of their kiss.
It didn't take long for them to resume their efforts, each exploring the others mouth as much as their bodies would allow, the flavours of each other intermingling in the shared concoction that was their mouths.
Ethan finally broke the kiss, both of them panting with need and want as they both stared longingly into each other's eyes, both knowing where this was going and both wondering who was going to make the first real move. Ethan did, and with a grin he grabbed her shoulders and rolled over to his left, taking her with him and putting them on the right side of the mattress. He was now on top grinning down at her, she suddenly felt very exposed.
Without breaking eye contact he lent on his right arm as his left snaked down her form and out of their field of visions. She wanted to watch his hand move, she really did but instinct held her in place as he stared into her eyes, a grin starting to become more and more apparent on his face the further down she felt the hand travel down her body.
She was expecting this and she wanted this, so it was ironic that when she felt his hand lightly brush over her heating sex her breath caught in her throat, her mind unable to form anything coherent at all and, to say the least, she was surprised. The jolt of electricity that travelled up her spine when he did so told her that this was only a taste, and that this was only a tiny bit of what was to come.
With eyes glazed over she instinctively spread her legs to make his target easier to find and hoped to whatever god that was watching that Ethan would find his way, and find his way he did. The only thing that she registered before she was launched into a world of bliss was the shit eating grin that was prevalent on Ethan's face. Although he had not done much, only pressing down slightly and rubbing her sex in circular motions, that stimulus alone was more pleasure then she had ever experienced. Like before her breath caught in her throat; but that only lasted a moment before her breaths came in quick rapid successions, quickly followed by her breath continually being caught time after time as he continued.
He looked down at her almost convulsing form with his grin still present on his face. In this position he was dominant, he controlled what happened and he was certain she would do anything to keep him going. Of course however he wasn't going to stop, this was too much fun to do so, nay, he just relished in the feelings she was feeding him, ones of dominance and power, and he was drunk on it as would anyone else would be.
He continued his affections as her chest took in gulp after gulp of air; her arms would sometimes seemingly spasm as well, lifting her upwards before collapsing back in on herself. As he toyed with her he wondered why she was reacting the way she was, of course it was her first time so there was that but he guessed either Pokémon were generally more sensitive or that her heat had a large role to play in this, maybe even both. His mind wandered and he found it strange that he was never really taught anything specific about mating Pokémon, of course he knew the how's but not the details. What he was doing right now may have something to do with it...
Returning back to reality he noticed that her breathing had increased yet again, the rising and falling of her chest becoming chaotic in nature. He had not even slipped a finger inside and she was acting like this, sure he was in-experienced but not that in-experienced to know that people normally need more stimulation then that, probably, he had only ever had one girlfriend.
He watched her chest rise and fall a couple more times, waiting for the perfect moment when she was vacant of any air, he found that moment admits the chaotic breathing and made his mark causing her once again, to sharply inhale and lay there stunned as his finger was welcomed into her sex. The pleasure, the moment, her need, it was all too much for her and with that simple action he toppled the growing tower of pleasure inside of her, causing it all to come crashing down into one large crescendo only she experienced. She clamped down onto that one invading digit with vice like firmness and involuntarily arched her hindquarters upwards slamming into the underside of her lover, her orgasm doing more than just rocking her body.
As her earth shattering orgasm died down her body started to relax, her hindquarters came down from their high perch and her arms lay spayed out beside her with not a care in the world. Ethan on the other hand wasn't going to wait for her to recuperate; as she laid there he restarted his efforts with his finger still inside, moving it to and fro in a slow rhythmic pattern.
She laid there in pure bliss with eyes closed as her lover once again assaulted her sex; with the memories of the orgasm fading fast she was treated to yet another finger as both of the invading digits delved deeper and deeper with each thrust. It wasn't long before her instincts kicked in and she started to gyrate her hips in hopes of finding a position that would allow her lover could get his digits in as deep as possible.
Needless to say she was surprised and felt empty when his actions ceased, the fingers were pulled out and he stopped his stimulations. She opened her eyes and noticed straight away that he was no longer in vision, her aura told her he was still in the room so he had yet to leave so what was he doing? She propped herself up and looked down her body to find her lover with his head lowering to meet her sex, the second they touched it clicked in her head what he was doing and her arms gave way and she greeted this new found pleasure with an open crotch.
Meanwhile Ethan was unsure what exactly he was doing, truth be told he had never gotten this far with anyone, human or Pokémon with the closest being some light fingering of his previous girlfriend before an awkward breakup. So it came as a surprise for him when he found he knew roughly what he should do next, all those years of browsing the internet may finally pay off. What made it better was because it was also her first time, she didn't know any better then what he was doing. To her he was the best she ever had.
He started off simple; he licked up and down the folds of her open vulva, once again teasing her of what was to come. He quickly found that her secretions tasted noticeably sweet, much like bland vanilla ice-cream. Once he felt he had teased her enough he moved onto the appetiser, he continued his previous efforts while also licking tantalisingly close to her vaginal tunnel before trailing his tongue further upwards to bump against her small yet slightly erect clitoris. Boy, was that a mistake. He wasn't sure if it was voluntary or not but him just bumping that small pleasure button caused her legs to spasm and clamp down firmly on his head. Normally this wouldn't be a bad situation but she was a fighting type Pokémon, his head should not be here. While it hurt, his head wasn't about to pop anytime soon, he could tell she was attempting to control herself and thank god for that.
Once she finally released him from her grasp he sat up and rubbed at the temples of his forehead while giving her a 'who's fault was that?' look. "Sorry." she told him through sign language while giving him a sheepish smile. "Continue?" she asked him while re-opening her legs for him to continue his buffet. He couldn't exactly say no at that so once again he lowered his head down to meet her sex.
After re-doing his previous efforts and not touching her clitoris he felt it was time to advance his efforts. His tongue stopped its lapping and instead focused on one spot in particular, dancing around the tunnel of her heating sex. Much like the decaying orbit of a planet his tongue danced around the tunnel in circular motions, slowly and painfully closing in on its prize. Deciding not to keep her in suspense too long he quickly pushed through what little resistance her tunnel posed with his tongue. This caused her to not gasp, clamp his head between her legs or anything else he expected but instead she purred for lack of a better word. It sounded like a low throaty growl but was closer to a purr than anything else; he didn't even know she could do that.
Even though his tongue wasn't exactly long combined with the fact he knew very little about what to do, he still tried his best to pleasure her. Being her first time he would rather her have a better experience but it wasn't like he could learn to do this any other way. As she laid there with her eyes closed and purring Ethan tried his best to pleasure her.
He first pushed his tongue in as deep as he could, even pushing his face into her crotch to do so. He then swirled it around inside her, attempting to stimulate as much area as he could while also collecting as much of the sweet and rewarding nectar that was steadily flowing out of her sex. It wasn't long until an accident happened, a happy accident no less. As he pressed his face into her sex he made a note not to stimulate her clitoris until something other than his head was there. In doing so his head was angled slightly back, giving him an unknown access to her hidden g-spot. He found this out when he dragged his tongue along the top of her tunnel inside her heating sex, brushing over a spot that caused her purring to stop and her legs to spasm slightly.
After he found the location he pestered it with his tongue time and time again, the inside of her sex starting to pulsate in an un-rhythmic pattern, signs that she was getting probably close yet again, only being what he felt like was five minutes since her last one.
As Jess fought her ever growing desire to close her legs around her lover and let loose the flood she was holding back with sheer willpower, Ethan continued to attack the same sensitive spot relentlessly with a cruel idea in mind. He could tell she was holding back, that much was clear as day and he intended to use that to his advantage, lust clouding his mind. He quickly slowed down in his assault as he read her body language, gauging that she was tipping over the edge. His slower motions caused him to metaphorically grab hold of her and keep her at that edge, keeping her in a state of burning need, pure satisfaction and a lack of enough stimuli.
Ethan kept her on that edge for a solid 5 seconds, or at least that's how long it was for him. Jess on the other hand felt like an entire eternity passed as she desperately attempted to fall over that edge, not a single breath leaving or entering her in that time. In the end Ethan abruptly kicked her over the edge by removing his tongue from her and quickly latching on to her over sensitive pleasure button.
This time Ethan was at least partially prepared for her overly strong orgasm, he had placed his hands beside her beautiful honey pot and positioned his arms so that they ran along the length of her thighs. It was uncomfortable, it looked weird but it worked, he could continue sucking on her pleasure button as her body attempted to crush his head.
Ethan marvelled at how her sweet nectar seemed to be getting stronger in taste. Whether it be due to its actual flavour getting better or something else he could not tell but he had no qualms with its sweeter taste.
Jess calmed down and relaxed as the breath she had been holding in was finally released and was quickly replaced by her gasping breath. She laid there, relaxed and venerable to anything he could want to do to her and yet was oddly surprised and pleased when Ethan crawled back up to lie next to her.
She stifled a giggle when she saw her sticky juices covering much of his face and bare chest; it was almost as if he has rolled himself in her juices with the amount on him.
Ethan rested next to his new lover, lust still clouded his mind but what sanity that still resided in him told him that what he did should be more than enough to calm her down for now. His throbbing erection was telling him to do other things to her, things normally reserved for Pokémon but he fought at that feeling and instead basked in the afterglow that the two were enjoying, her more them him.
He turned to her and saw her stupid smile on her cute face and in return could not help but smile back. "So, did you enjoy that? Are you satisfied?" He asked her. In truth he knew the first answer, the second one was what he was interested in.
"Yes, it was good." She lazily signed back at him.
They both stared at each other for different reasons and in those brief seconds Ethan swore he saw something flash behind those beautiful crimson eyes of hers. Before he could even ponder what it was the drunken and lazy look she was sporting was washed away and in an instant she was on top of him, her dripping and heating sex lightly resting atop his rapidly reinflating erection hidden by his jeans.
"Satisfied?" She signed perfectly. "Not until you are..." She paused momentarily, the now obvious dominant look in her eyes fleeting for a mere moment before returning in full force, "lover."
With that she quickly leaned down and took control of the situation, kissing Ethan and using her long tongue to explore as much of his mouth as she could. She tasted something sweet coating his lips and breath and to confirm her suspicions she broke the kiss, leaned down and slowly and tantalisingly licked all the way from his belly button to his neck, stopping there to lick what fluids still remained in the area.
That confirmed it, the sweetness was hers. She grinned at that, she never would have guessed she tasted this good but she needed to get on with what her instincts were telling her. Without warning she swiftly moved her mouth around Ethan's neck, teeth touching but not damaging the skin. She wasn't about to let her toy have all the fun.
So, chapter 2... I will say sorry that it took this long to post, been sitting on the backburner for a while now as I find good smut reasonably hard to make. I didn't think this would be a 3 chapter saga but now as I write this I find that it should be as I don't want to post a 10k+ chapter. People aren't gonna read that much in one sitting, especially if you just want to read the juicy bits.
No promises this time but chapter 3 could be anywhere from a week to a month away, who knows.
Anyways as always, I hope you enjoyed this and sorry for the cock-block!