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As the Dragon Master & Maya departed from the fields of Route 11,
The Vermilion Orchids waving them off,
They settled in the warmth of eachother, as they rode above the currents of Kanto on Dragonite's back,
Their hearts so full of wonder; their bodies now buzzing with excitement as they held on through the breeze.
Lance told Maya every detail of the letters he had received, written by the hands of his Grandparents, and how even though it still remained a mystery as to who had mailed them to the Estate, he was so eternally grateful to whoever had sent them his way. Watching their long lives unfold through the letters made it abundantly clear to him that the Longing would only lead to a life of hardship, bitterness and anguish,
And, he told her as the cities passed them by below,
Life was too short, to live in anguish.
Soon they were soaring above the Celadon River Valley, the winds whipping through Maya's hair as she sat up front by the Dragon's warm wings. Lance had insisted that she take the lead tonight, as she hadn't seen the sprawling views of Kanto in so long.
But it soon became very clear to her, why he wished to be seated behind...
From the moment they had settled in the sky, he had been clutching to her so tightly, wrapping his powerful arms about her body, warming up her bones in the cold air of the night,
A certain hunger brewing within them both as they neared the grounds of the Estate,
His deepening breath casting down the bareness of her neck, where the curves led so delicately into the muscles of her shoulders, inhaling the scent of her that he had missed every night and every day,
Maya's eyes closing as his whisper began hushing within her ear...
"Maya...
I'm so sorry, that it took me this long.
That you had to face these pains alone..."
His hand softly reached up to find the nape of her neck, parting between her sweeping swaths of curls as he began trailing so slowly down her spine.
She shuttered at his wandering touch;
His hands, so calloused and hard as they traced her,
Oh, how she missed this sacred touch...
She leaned her body back into his own, pressing hard into his fingers as her eyes sealed tight.
"It's okay," she hushed back, her breath picking up pace as she felt his fingers sink lower down the blades of her back, "It was worth every second."
He let out the softest sigh within her ear,
His trailing fingers now pausing just above the center of her back, massaging the area so slowly,
A curious smile edging across his face at the new terrain of muscle that had grown since the last time he had touched her,
Before his face fell somber once again.
"You were always so much stronger, than me..." His fingers moved in circles, now pressing in deep,
Before sliding his hand around toward her front, to rest upon her chest,
Where he flattened it warmly to her sternum, his fingers now feeling the silken fabric of the dress where it gathered at the line of her cleavage,
At this sacred spot where the pain had hurt the worst in their parting,
His breath hushing into the curve of her ear as he massaged her so slow,
"Tonight," his whisper edged out, "I'll make up for this pain..."
His hand searched lower over her breasts, curving down along her waist on a journey,
"I'll make your body forget," he hushed sharply, "that you ever had to endure this,"
Now reaching for the ledges of her hips, her breath holding in the shutter,
As her own whisper dared to call back,
"I don't want to forget," she hushed back to him, "For so long, it was all I had left of you."
He nodded in understanding; that mentality was exactly what had helped him when his own suffering became too much to bear.
"I know," he hushed softly, "I held onto it, too..."
He edged closer to her ear, holding on to her so tight,
"But you never deserved this," his breath steamed down the bones of her collar, "You never deserved any pain."
"I would do it again," she hushed back, her hand reaching to squeeze upon his own where it now rested at the parting of her thighs, "If I knew it would lead me back here, to you."
He let out another soft growl within her ear, now pulling to retrieve his hands back up to her shoulders, admiring again her gorgeous new curves. His hands caressed the muscles so softly, before squeezing them tender beneath his hands,
His lips now brushing against the arcs of her shoulder, in a sweet trail of kisses so fine,
"Your journeys... have done your body well," he whispered, his breath growing more and more jagged as he inhaled her so deep, "So beautiful... so strong. That's a good thing..."
His hands began to part to either side, before gripping hard to the ledges of her shoulders as he pulled her in close,
Her eyes growing wide, as his jagged little whisper dared into her,
"...Because tonight,
I'm going to break you wide open,
and drink every ounce of you, like wine."
Her eyes slammed closed at his wicked little words,
Biting her lip at the thought,
A soft, shaking sigh leaving her lungs as she eagerly listened for more,
"I'll bring you back," he went on with a snarl, "To the throne of Rayquaza,
On your little hands and knees,
Until you're listless, and weak,
but every last bone in your body
will beg me not to stop."
He gripped to her harder,
Feeling her shake at the knees,
His full body pressing with a grind to the silks of her back,
Her cerulean blues peeling open so slyly, upturning with the tiniest, most devious grin.
As the sights of the Elite Four Estate came into view below,
The sprawling green gardens, dark emerald and jade in this moonlight, grew closer and closer as she smiled with delight at its majesty; she had missed this gorgeous view.
...
Not one step inside the Mansion did they make it,
until the two began ravishing each other;
Kissing deep within the darkness,
stumbling in the foyer of the Estate house, Maya pushing his back to the door as it sealed behind them closed,
Hands searching; breath panting,
Her fingers gripping to the satin gold seams of his cape,
The memories of this place sweeping within Maya's mind as its features hit her eyes,
The towering stonecast ceilings, the iron little lanterns watching on from above as he grabbed to her, his lips diving for her neck, his hand sliding up the tall silken slit of the gown...
Before breaking away, now leading her so quickly down the hall,
Until they came to the ivory floor of the Parlor, where Maya paused for a moment, taking in the gorgeous grand room where it stood in the darkness,
Remembering now, the last time she had been here, in the flesh,
When they had departed out the double bay doors to the garden, when the terrible rift of their Longing did begin.
Her heart; she could feel it now pulsing with a tinge of new pressure,
Her feet now frozen on the marble as she remembered the Zoroark's illusion, the one that Kadabra had helped bring to life in the depths of the Glaseado cave,
The pressure now turning to a ringing little sting, as her eyes found the dusty space where the grand piano once stood.
Lance stopped, the pressure now echoing within his chest as well,
Now turning around to find Maya's face fallen with the memory, her eyes now lost to the emptiness of the room.
He approached her slowly, reaching to gently grab her hand again,
"This room," he reassured her, "Always felt so empty, without you."
She found her smile again,
Simply admiring the feel of her little weight upon the white stone floor, the pain dissipating beneath the warmth of his hand.
"Where did it go?" She asked, gesturing to the empty space by the window.
"Follow me."
Quietly leading her back down the hall, they continued through the corridor of the Estate until they reached the tall, bronze-lined doors of the Dragon Master's Study. He opened the doors swiftly, before guiding her inside.
The towering, scholarly bookcases; the smell of old, leatherbound dictionaries and maps framed in glass;
This stately Study always left Maya so amazed; it's regal, academic vibe and intimidating yet impressive décor of the Dragon Master's keepsakes was always the perfect portrayal of the Champion's spirit.
Lance's hand found the dimmer switch on the wall, flickering awake the electric lanterns that dotted around the room. Sitting by the window near his big gothic desk, beneath the basking glow of the candlelight, was his gorgeous grand piano, the long velvet bench seat perched beneath the keys.
She slowly crossed the room, the shining tails of her gown trailing behind her as she approached the handsome instrument. She gazed down at the ivories in awe, a little smile crossing her face as she gently grazed her fingers over the cold stone of the keys, gently pressing down to chime out a single note to echo out into the walls of the Study.
She sighed, remembering her Champion's elegant performance from earlier.
"You played so beautifully tonight," She whispered, lost in the thought.
He stood by the door, studying her closely.
"I could feel you," he hushed back, "Watching me, from the crowd."
He began crossing the floor, as she turned back to face him,
Her playful, cerulean blues carefully eyeing him down as he approached,
His stern, silver gaze now locked to her own,
"I waited so long," he hushed out again, "To feel your eyes on me. To play for you, again."
He glanced back down to the piano, it's black-lacquered sheen gleaming beneath the dim lantern lights.
"I was practicing so much that I just decided to move it in here. Playing was often the only thing that gave me any sort of relief."
Her eyes fell sullen at the thought.
"I worried for you, every day," she whispered in the dark, reaching for her chest, "But every time I thought of you, I'd feel it... I began to feel so guilty. Because you didn't deserve any more anguish, in your life. I didn't know how to make you feel better, from so far away. Especially after learning that my thoughts of you, might only making your pains worse."
His silver eyes found hers again, now lined in a new seriousness.
"No, Maya," he hushed back to her, "Your guilt doesn't belong here."
He approached her slowly, his eyes turning more and more grey as he recalled the horrid memories of the last year.
"The Code was right about one thing," his words were soft, "Anguish, is a thing to be honored. Because it's a wonderful teacher."
He reached for her hand, now bringing it up to his lips.
"It taught me patience, in waiting for you."
He gently kissed at her knuckles, closing his eyes soft.
"It taught me understanding," he kissed her hand once more, "The wisdom, to realize that the Longing had caused generations of undeserved pain."
He planted one more kiss, relishing deep the salts upon her skin as he inhaled in the scents of her,
"And that you were right, about our strengths, and our weaknesses. I had never felt so weak, without you here."
Now peering back up into her eyes, his silver shields now lined in something cold.
"I am the one, who is guilty, Maya.
I did... shameful things, while you were away.
Things, that I need to make up for..."
His hands now reached for the ledges of her narrow little hips,
Guiding her down backwards to sit at the piano's velvet bench, her back facing the keys, her cerulean eyes still locked to his own as his words fell to a whisper,
"I put myself in danger...
I relished in my pains; I tried triggering them, on purpose, just to feel you within me again."
He slowly kneeled down before her to the floor, his hands now falling to rest upon her knees, a somber look in his eye as he peered back up to her,
"I wanted... to feel the pain," He kissed to her hand again where it sat in her lap,
"I began... to long for it,
In the same way that I longed for you."
His hands now found the red silken lining of her gown where it covered over her thighs, trailing it down smoothly as his brow grew sharp, studying the fabric so closely. Her eyes grew round at this revelation, but her head nodded slow, her breath beginning to quicken at the feel of his hands tracing upon her.
"I hated myself, for doing this," he hushed, "Because when your pains were at their highest, I'm nearly certain that I was to blame."
He froze for a moment, his silver eyes now peering back up to lock to her own,
"And for that, I'm so sorry, Maya. I'll never forgive myself.
But it only made it more clear to me; how terribly backwards the Longing truly is."
Maya leaned forward on the bench, gently reaching to clasp the side of the Dragon Master's hardened face, at the lines that had grown deeper since they'd last been alone in this room, tracing down the thick, solid curve of his jaw.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of," Maya whispered down to him, holding in a shutter as his hands continued to draw down her legs, "I missed you so badly; I would have done just about anything, to feel you again."
His silver eyes peered up to her own once more, gleaming beneath the dim light of the Study,
"I'll never put you through that, again." His whispered called up, before peering back down to her thighs, where his hands continued to caress at the sweet silken fabric beneath his fingers, "I'll spend the rest of our lives, making it up to you."
"Oh yeah?" she hushed with a playful smile, fighting to hold back her tremble, "And how do you plan on doing that?"
He smiled as well, now pulling his arms down to gently graze along the bottoms of her legs, carefully slipping his hands beneath the silken hem of the gown to feel for the back of her powerful calves, now squeezing them softly.
"For starters," he hushed down to her knees in a vow, "I'll make sure that you never feel lonely..."
He sketched down the length of her leg, before reaching the straps of her pretty red stiletto, where he carefully slipped it off her foot.
Her eyes grew wide at the sight, watching him remove it; watching him admire the bareness of her ankle, the curves of her calves...
"I'll always walk beside you," he hushed, "And when we grow old, and your feet are too tired to journey. Then I'll carry you, wherever we go."
He moved to her other foot, now slipping off the second heel with ease. He brought both of her legs together, now massaging up the backs of her calves with a sigh.
Maya threw her head back slowly, her hands holding still to the velvet as she propped herself taller, her breath growing more and more jagged at the feel of his hands as they neared the ledges of her knees.
He suddenly stopped, now reaching down to the rim of his beltline,
Where his fingers felt for the clip on the side, pressing in hard to release it,
The long leather lead of his belt now pulling out from his suit of white ivory, where his fearsome team of dragons slept still on the line, tucked away in their pokeballs,
Maya's eyes watching as he reached to gently place them on the table behind him, the leather coiling into a sacred little circle as they settled in their outpost,
A sly smile crossing her face with the memory, of the last time his Dragons stood guard for the night...
His eyes found hers again with a grin,
"I'll plant orchids in our garden," he said with the smile, "So you can watch them grow tall every Spring."
He leaned his powerful body forward, his hands now searching between the silken red slit of the gown, crawling up the bareness of her knees, squeezing them tenderly, as he settled onto the floor just between them.
"I vow to never miss a moment," he hushed slowly, "I never want to go a day without seeing your smile again."
She grinned at this;
Before her lips parted, so softly, in awe,
At the feel of his mouth upon the sweet, supple skin of her thighs, where he began kissing, now hiking up the dress even higher,
Her legs now slowly parting with the gentle push of his hands,
As a shaking, cold sigh left her lungs, her eyes peering down now to watch him,
His lips trailing deeper and deeper down the line,
"I vow, to always protect you," he whispered in to her, "To be your armor, and your shield, when you need me to be."
Further he pressed, his lips searching deep between her, the dark sound of a growl leaving his lungs as her hands reached down now to clutch to him, slowly stroking the along sides of his garnet sprigs of hair as she listened on,
"To fly this path with you... even if the course is uncharted."
Her brows furrowed at his touch, staring down to him in wonder as her breaths began drawing in jagged and deep,
His hands now further peeling up at the silk,
Now pushing the gown up and away from his face, watching it gather in an ocean of folds above the highline of her hip bones,
Her bare legs now stretched out and exposed, fully parted;
Where his eyes now spotted the strap of a holster at the top of her thigh; where Kadabra and Charcadet's pokeballs slept hidden on the side.
His lips kissed at the buckle of the holster, before his fingers reached to break it open fast,
Their eyes locking again, as he removed her noble team from her custody,
Reaching back to place them on the table behind, where they settled at the center of his Dragon brigade,
Maya smiling at the sight of them together; their guardians of the night,
As Lance's silver gaze now turned back to her,
So hallowed and hungry for more,
Her bare legs folded open,
His eyes growing wide at the sight,
As they now fell upon a crimson red pair of panties, lace-lined and thin, this last little border drawn between them,
He drew closer,
fingers grazing at the lace,
His lungs now breathing in the delightful hidden scents of her,
His hands clutching so tight, at her sweet feral fragrance,
His mind now recalling the memories divine of her body,
Her breath trembling out with a shake as she watched on in disbelief,
his eyes sealing closed at the thought...
"And if it's the last thing I do," he hushed slowly, his mouth merely inches from the cover of her divide,
"I'll make up for this awful year of anguish...
...with a lifetime,
of bliss."
His fingers
hastily ripped
the lacey fabric aside,
as his lips hungrily dove to her,
Enveloping her womanhood in the embered embrace of his mouth,
Her jagged moans,
Crying down to his ears,
Her jaw dropping as she watched him
slowly devour her,
His lips laying siege,
His tongue searching within every sacred fold of her flower,
Suckling and pulling; hands bracing to her thighs,
As she threw herself into him,
Her hands now grasped to the back of his head,
Pushing him further,
Pressing him deep,
Shuttering at his every last movement, as his hands struggled to pry her open, fighting her tremble, rallying against the clamping of her knees,
Her moans, growing louder,
Her hips, bucking harder to his face,
Her brow twisting with the pleasure, as his silver eyes dared to peer up to her,
Locking with her own in this sanctified embrace,
Her mouth hanging open, her breath holding tight,
At the incredible, earth-shaking pleasure,
Now allowing it to wash along through her;
Radiating up into the depths of her body; down the quaking of her thighs, up into the muscles of her stomach,
Now leaning herself backwards on the bench, her elbows clamoring to rest on the ivories of the piano,
Where they clanged into the keys, again and again,
Releasing her body to the rhythm of his lips as they consumed her,
Drinking her in, his eyes closing at the rapture of her sweet, sacred flavor,
His arms wrapped about her legs, hiking them over his shoulders,
As he pressed to her deeper,
His tongue breaking through, lapping her up,
Her sweetness dripping down her divide, as her knees began to shake,
Her thighs clenching; his eyes now peeling open to gaze up at her again,
Only to find her writhing,
Her lids sealed so tight, her head thrown back in ecstasy,
Her moans transforming into shaking new calls of this bliss,
"Lance," she shook out, her eyes finding the strength to peer down to him,
"I missed you... I missed you..."
She could feel it now, building fast...
The tide of this ocean growing stronger,
As her hands gripped to his long locks of hair,
Weaving them between her fingers, pulling them strong, tighter and tighter,
His eyes seared at the pain of this,
But something,
began fluttering awake within his chest...
At the feel of her writhing little body; the taste of her divide,
Combined with the wrath of this, as she yanked upon his scalp,
A pressure... a pleasure of his own,
As he relished in the sting,
He moaned down into her, loving every second of her pull,
Now creating a new wave of vibrations that pressed into her softly;
Her body thrashing; his hands gripping hard now to hold her at bay,
"Lance," her lungs shook out again,
The pressure mounting,
The pleasure reaching its absolute peak...
"My Champion...
My... Champion!
That's it... that's it!..."
Her hands released from the pull of his hair to clamor back at the piano in urgency, her fingers gripping to the ledges of the keys as she whimpered down upon him,
And with one final cry,
her body,
Clenched down
And the throes of the sacred release
Overcame her,
Body writhing,
Heart pounding,
Hips grinding to the Champion's face, as his tongue held steady on the pace,
Feeling the great pulses of her divide as they panged out so quickly, delicate & devastating,
a shaking flower in the breeze, now gripping beneath the feel of his lips as he savored every second,
He let out a soft growl as he slowed down his pace,
Lips finally parting,
As the trembling of her body,
began subsiding, as the contractions fell away,
His eyes now peering up to her in wonder;
Her torrid little muscles; her broken little face,
The scents of her nectar now laced to his jawline, as he slowly stood up tall between her legs,
Diving in to kiss her deep, where she lay listless on the bench,
Her breath still stuttering; her muscles still shuddering and raw,
As her hands reached up to clasp about his face, now tasting the remnants of herself drenched upon it,
As he broke from the kiss, he stood above her,
His own breath panting; his own eyes wide with excitement and pride,
Her hands reaching down to his beltline,
Her cerulean blues growing sly,
As her fingers grazed across
The massive, swollen bulge within the confines of his trousers,
Thickened and wide, and
Bursting at the seams...
Her eyes hungrily peering up to him with a look of pure desire,
But he shook his head firm,
As his stoic, stone-cold voice hushed out strong,
"I'm not through with you yet."
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The door of the Dragon Master's Chambers sealed behind them as they crashed together again,
Lips searching, hands gripping,
The trepidation of last year's encounter now lifetimes away,
As his hands found the back haltered tie of her gown, pulling at the bow behind her neck to let it plunge open,
The silk draping away from her body, unveiling the beauty of the bareness of her skin;
Her tan, muscle-lined shoulders; her puckering little breasts,
His hands grazing over the new fault lines of abs across her stomach as he studied her close, admiring this new terrain of strength; his hands grasping to trace along their trails as he pulled her in close, his whisper beckoning into her ear,
"How could I," he hushed "Have ever let you walk away..."
His lips dove for her neck, her trembling sigh shaking out at the feel of his searching kiss,
"I don't want anything, without you," he sighed, a jagged breath casting down her collar, "I had never felt so lost."
She wrapped her arms around him tight, the words soaking in, her eyes sealing closed as she took a slow moment to revel in this glory;
Now returned to the powerful arms of her sweet Dragon Master; wrapped in the warmth of his embrace...
"I belong here," she hushed back, "This is where I need to be."
He gazed down to her, letting the ocean of her cerulean gaze soak in,
Now reaching to clutch around her face, his thumb grazing over the wild spray of freckles that lined across her cheek; they were so much more vibrant they had been when they had first met, now glowing and blessed by the bold Paldean sun,
His silver eyes staring so deeply within her own, so lined in their stoic resolve,
Now reeling her in for another deep, unyielding kiss,
His tongue searching; the taste of her still laced within his breath,
She hastily unzipped his ivory Champion's jacket, tearing it from his shoulders to watch it fall to the floor,
As he unbuttoned the new golden cape, it's chain breaking away as she slid it off and above him,
Admiring it for a moment, as it lay heavy in her hands,
As she watched him slowly remove his white undershirt, peeling it up from his torso to toss it aimlessly to the ground,
Her eyes now falling on the glory of his body;
So rugged and strong; his massive bare shoulders so broad, above those beautiful, thick columns of abdominals, cut like the finest cast of swirled marble,
She swallowed hard; such a powerful, commanding body, so much harder than it had been from a year of anguishing alone, scarred and built up by months of his penance and punishment.
Along the side of his ribs, she could still faintly make out the three little pink scarred arches; the last remaining stain of the angry Dragon's Claw.
Her face slowly fell as she studied him;
For so many days, she had longed for this sight...
He approached her slowly, his dark eyes gleaming with each step,
As he slowly took the cape out from the folds of her arms, now walking it over to the dresser, where a coat rack stood ready,
Where another cape already hung listless from its hooks; so he placed the golden garment just beside it, hanging it carefully and tall.
Just behind the dresser, Maya finally found the sight of her own reflection in the big, Victorian mirror that stretched out along the wall,
Her body, now nude and exposed; the curls of her hair looking wild, the bangs still pinned back; her face looking hungry and bright,
The memories of last year's adventure in this bedroom now filling her mind, of the last time this mirror had truly seen her face...
He slowly walked over to her, circling around behind as his hands carefully traced her down,
Caressing down the bareness of her waist, her hips,
Kissing at the arches of her shoulders as he held to her loosely,
Guiding her in a step closer to the dresser, until it was right at her knees,
Now pressing his stiffness up against her in a grind, still hidden behind the confines of his trousers,
Still swollen; still ready to burst,
Maya closing her eyes, at the very feel of it;
Before opening again, their eyes now locking in the mirror above them as he leaned in with a growl,
"I thought about you..." he hushed, his fingers trailing lower as they clutched to the muscles of her stomach, "I thought about that first night, so much..."
He pressed into her harder, his manhood grinding to her back, Maya's breathing growing faster with a sigh,
"So did I," she hushed back, "All the time... It was the best night, of my life..."
His fingers carefully edged down further as they both watched on in the reflection of the glass,
Now crossing over the warmth of her sex; grazing at the folds of her lips so gently,
As a jagged little whimper left her lungs, watching as his fingers began exploring,
Tracing around in circles; teasing at the divide,
"Did you touch yourself?" His husky voice asked, "Please tell me, that you did..."
His fingers began gently massaging; ringing at her sacred little bell where all the nerves lie,
Her whimpers shuddering out again, her head shaking slowly,
"No," she hushed out, "I just couldn't..."
He gripped to her tighter, pressing himself harder to her back,
Now picking up the pace of his fingers as they began rolling in a rhythm,
His eyes watching hungrily in the mirror as her body began to collapse,
Her hands falling to the dresser to brace herself,
Her voice edging out through the cries,
"There were times, that I wanted to..." she hushed up to him, her eyes sealing with the feel of this bliss, "But without you... I just couldn't. It just wasn't the same."
He gripped to her tighter,
Before slipping a finger inside,
Her moans calling softly; his lips grazing at her neck in a bite,
Pushing so deeply within her divide,
"You saved yourself," he growled fiercely, his fingers now pumping fast, his eyes growing wild, "You saved yourself, for me..."
Her moans grew louder, her body now shaking in a writhe,
Her hands reaching back to clutch him,
The pressure building up fast...
Before his fingers began to suddenly slow,
Now withdrawing, so carefully from within her
The juices dripping down her thighs,
His whisper edging into the curve of her ear,
"I'll make it worth the wait."
Leading her back to the bed, Maya crawled to the center,
Her back outstretching before him; on her shaking little knees,
Her hands reaching, before gripping, to the silks of his burgundy bedsheets,
Presenting her body to the Champion's watching silver eyes,
Her face turning up to find him in the mirror, which was now hanging tall across the room,
Studying him close,
As he finally broke open the button of his trousers, peeling them off fast,
Her eyes growing wide at the sight:
of his uncovered manhood,
colossal,
enormous,
dangerous and strong;
He climbed to the bed, where he positioned himself right behind her,
Where he stared down to her in awe;
The toned muscles of her back; her hands gripping to the bedsheets in waiting,
Peering up to the mirror before them, her eyes hungry and wide...
...Something familiar coming over him now...
...a memory...
...a dream...
His brow now furrowing;
Now looking strangely about the room,
A sly little smile overtaking his face.
He leaned down to her for a moment, his hand grazing at her back,
"Close your eyes." He commanded,
and she did, with a devious little grin...
The darkness overcoming her as she waited...
She felt his body leave the mattress for a moment...
...
...
Before returning,
Now feeling the caress of his hands
Grazing at her back, once again,
And the powerful warmth of his manhood,
Now resting upon her;
The sounds of the Dragon Master's breath drawing deeper,
And deeper,
His hands now finding their grip along the bones of her hips,
Now feeling the head of his weapon drawing closer,
Pressing up against her curtained entrance from behind,
Which was dripping; now aching to be filled...
Her body now bracing to the bed; trembling with anticipation of this moment,
His beckoning whisper now calling so softly to her ear...
"...Maya..."
Her eyes remained closed, but her body did shutter at the sound...
"...I won't let you go this time...
I won't let you go..."
As her voice,
Cried out,
And his manhood,
Powered through,
Pushing so deeply inside of her,
As her face twisted with the feel of it;
So massive; so thick,
Her hands gripping
To the sheets on the mattress, surrendering to the throes of this bliss,
As his body began pumping behind her, relishing the warmth of the depths of her divide,
Exactly as he remembered it,
So tender; so tight,
So positively serene,
His hands gripped so tightly to her hips, the little handles to her body,
As he drove himself deeper,
Her moans calling louder to the walls of the Chamber,
Crying out for dear life as began pumping faster, and faster,
His silver eyes now taking in the sight,
Of her gorgeous face twisting in the mirror, so lost in the bliss of this feeling,
Her toned little body pressed down hard to the sheets, the coolness of its silk grazing against the bareness of her breasts as she swung back and forth with his rhythm,
Her face grinding down to the covers as her calling moans shook out, unable to stop them if she tried,
She finally looked up, her eyes finally opening to gaze into the great mirror before her,
Her own reflection gazing back with a look of absolute bliss: her mouth hanging open, the sweat gathering on her brow as her hair swayed about,
Now locking eyes with her Champion, as he toiled away,
His bare, muscled chest holding strong, his unforgettable abdominals flexing with his every thrust, his calloused hands gripping to the curves of her waist so tight as he continued to drive himself within her,
Her eyes slammed shut with this sweet familiar feeling;
Every inch of his manhood now rallying inside,
Tearing at the pull of her divide; harder, and harder,
Her jaw dropping at the heavenly feel of the length of him, exactly as she remembered it,
Loving this wicked position; completely dominating her from behind as his silver eyes clutched closed, relishing the deepest warmth of her body.
In the mirror again, her eyes then spotted something else: Something fluttering down his shoulders, something draped down his chest...
She could feel it now; a heavy fabric rippling with his movements, grazing down at the edges of her bare hips...
She reached her hand back to feel it, her fingers fumbling to grab it strong,
Now weaving it loose between her knuckles,
...Her eyes growing round in recognition...
...Her brow turning with the memory...
...of that strange, sacred dream...
"Stop," she moaned out softly,
"Stop..."
He stopped;
His silver eyes; they locked to hers in the mirror,
Frozen now in their embrace.
Slowly, steadily, gently... Maya crawled herself back to lift onto her knees, his thickness still welled deep within her as she attempted to arc up straight, her back now pressing gently to his sweat-lined chest.
His breath panting with this dance, his fingers gripping to her tightly as she held in her tremble,
Her head turning back to him,
Her eyes now searching within his own in shock,
As they fell upon the most glorious sight;
Her Champion's handsome black cape,
Now draped over the bareness of his shoulders,
The very same one she had met him in, so long ago...
Her eyes now found the little platinum chain,
Which now lay broken and listless, hanging in a line down his chest,
Her jaw dropping as she shook her head in disbelief,
Her whisper edging out softly,
"I dreamed of this," she hushed out, "I dreamed of you..."
Lance's brow turned stern, now recalling the throes of his own sacred dream,
Which had inspired him to don this new covering...
His eyes now falling on the silken bare skin of her shoulders, where a new spray of freckles shined like a galaxy of spots,
And her new tanned terrain of muscle, just as he had witnessed it in that sweet drunken fantasy...
His jaw dropping, as it dawned over him slow,
That he had not dreamed that dream alone.
She carefully reached up to her hair,
Her fingers searching within her tresses, where her bangs were pinned back,
Now releasing a hidden hairpin of a button, veiled deep within the coils of her curls,
Pulling it out from her long layered locks, to reveal:
The silver dragon-pin button,
The very one he had mailed to her;
The one he had torn from this cape,
On the night where their lips had been blessed by the sweetness of the wine,
From the grapes which had grown from the very same soils,
That had birthed the fabled flowers of their love.
His face fell in shock, at the sight of it,
As she carefully reached for his broken little chain, now affixing the button back to the metal,
Before stretching it across this handsome cape; linking it back into place,
Finally back, where it belonged.
She smiled at the sight of it; the chain across his chest,
At this cape that always carried all his fortitude.
A sly little smile now crossing his own face as well,
"You dreamed this?" He hushed, now positioning himself back behind her,
watching her nod so slow,
as his fingers gripped to her hips so tightly,
his growling whisper calling within her ear:
"So you remember how it ends..."
He thrusted into her,
so deep,
pushing her body back down to the bed,
as his hips began to drive deeply within her,
Harder and harder,
Deeper and deeper, now unleashing a new pent-up fury within him,
Her moans growing louder, every inch of him rallying strong,
Captivated by the very sight of her; writhing and trembling on his bed,
As he leaned down to her, his hands now gripping to her body,
Squeezing at her breasts, rocking at the depths of her divide,
His growling moans calling out within her ear, unashamed and brutal,
as Maya's body began to feel the sacred call within her growing fast,
The pressure building,
The pleasure diving deep,
As his hands gripped tight and his voice called out, matching her crying moans as her body began to shutter beneath his hallowed words:
"Come for me, Maya...
Come for me, again..."
Her body tightened up, her eyes sealing closed at his command,
as the massive wave of pleasure reached its highest peak,
and the throes of the sacred release
overcame her,
Her little lips pulsing,
Contracting,
As her moans cried out into the darkness,
Her hands gripping to the sheets,
Body trembling and spellbound,
Just struggling to breathe,
As his body refused to back down now,
Pushing harder, and harder,
His hands still gripped to her waist as he strengthened his rhythm,
Now losing all composure,
His own tide rising,
His own wave building fast,
At the feel of her tight little body;
His silver eyes now finding her own in the mirror;
Her broken, gorgeous face,
And those cerulean eyes, barely open in the light of this rapture,
Piercing right through him,
As a towering wave of pressure began building fast,
His body pounding,
And drenched now with sweat,
The force building,
Now winding so tight...
As the throes of the sacred release,
Overcame him,
Holding it in,
Letting it go,
Releasing himself deep within her,
His body trembling with every last pulse,
Filling up through the depths of her body...
Now frozen, in the paralyzing pleasure of this bliss...
Before a FLASH
Of emerald light
Overtook the sights of his vision,
The walls of his chambers now falling away,
As another sacred Blackthorn vision began playing out before their eyes:
...
A standing run of trees after midnight; so verdant and green,
In a lush and fertile jade valley;
Lance's eyes spotted it now,
Winding through the forest, coiling through the brush,
The mighty Rayquaza!
Emerald scales gleaming,
So mighty and divine,
Dancing in the darkness of the valley,
Diving up now to swim into the ocean of starlight,
Up into the black clouds above,
Now meeting with its partner,
The Second Rayquaza!
Such celestial beauty, as the duo came together again,
Rising higher to this midnight sky,
Where they found the great lantern of the Moon,
So full and so bright with its wisdom of the world,
The witness to all of their days,
The Dragons now diving; curling and dancing around and around,
Lance's eyes growing wide at the sight, as he turned now to face her,
His Maya, who stood beside him in awe,
Her cerulean blues turning to match him,
Her smile, so fine,
As they both now peered up at these legendary Dragons,
As they watched on the throes of their Dance,
Encircling the ivory glow of the moonlight,
Which beamed brighter, and brighter,
Overtaking the sky,
Now transforming before their wide little eyes:
Into the shell
Of a sweet sacred egg.
...
Long after midnight,
Lance carried Maya from the burgundy silks of his bed,
His handsome cape now wrapped about her body,
Their laughter echoing out down the hall,
As he carried her back over the threshold of the Study,
Where he laid her down on the fine velvet chaise by the window, the moonlight filling in,
And he sat at the piano, with a grin.
"I wrote this one for you," he hushed to her softly, "I wrote it the day, that you left."
She smiled so sweetly, her eyes now falling on the page of sheet music standing tall above the bridge of the piano, reading the title to herself from afar:
The Blooms of Route 11
He squared his shoulders wide,
Rising his hands to the ivories, peering up to her for one last stolen glance,
Before his fingers pressed down so softly,
And he began to play: ***
A song brimming with uncharted adventure;
A melody so daring and bold,
Of a journey, lined with curiosity and Kantonian spirit,
One that reminded Maya of the calling of a flame between the trees;
A song that the orchids could dance to, as they sway within the breeze,
The cool, courageous harmonies, so rebellious and brave,
As if they could defy all traditions,
And sing endlessly each night,
Maya lifted herself from the chaise now, stepping out slow into the floor of the Study, her steps long and slow,
Her arms casting up now, as she swept herself around the room in a dance,
Lance watching on the from piano, the smile still plastered to his face,
As she twirled to the music, her eyes closing in bliss,
In such happiness; just to be here, in this moment,
Dancing to the Dragon Master's song.
As her body danced by his big gothic desk,
Something on top quickly grabbed her attention;
A loose piece of paper, sitting at the top of a stack.
Her hands reached for it curiously, bringing it up to her eyes,
Where her brow furrowed softly, digesting the sight:
Building plans, for charming little cottage,
Schematics and stone; measurements and math along the margins,
Bedrooms; at least three of nice size,
Where they stood beneath the tiles of a rooftop,
And a chimney, where coils of smoke echoed high,
But it was only when she spotted the garden,
Drawn out toward the edges of the page in a pencil so fine,
That her eyes filled with tears:
A coastline, whipping soft with the salts of the sweet Vermilion tide;
A curtain of trees in the background, so verdant and divine,
And an unfurled blanket
Of fresh Vermilion Orchids,
In the only place they ever grew with pride,
On the rinds of Route 11,
Where they could watch on for a lifetime,
At the love that they helped bloom.
Maya's eyes peering up now to her sweet Dragon Master, as he kept up the song,
His silver eyes finding her slyly, so sharp and so bold,
As he smiled so softly,
And played the song again.
...
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