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EDIT: Thanks to a kind reviewer (who I'll name if they request, but I default to privacy) for pointing out my error! I forgot to "Save" the file I upload to FFnet from so it uploaded the same body as Ch. 39 on this one. At least it's fixed now. Enjoy!
Chap. 40: Machinations
Morley Vaan sighed in relief as he ejaculated, pumping spurt after spurt of semen into his partner. His partner, dark-skinned, beautiful, and completely comatose. She hadn't been when they started. In fact, he was fairly sure she had been active until just moments ago, when they had both been about to reach their peak. Adisa had, if nothing else, been panting and avidly rocking her body into his as he stroked in and out of her slick, tight channel.
Now she was staring sightlessly at the ceiling, her body acting on autonomous responses only. Still breathing fast, but even as he watched the deep brown of her eyes was being covered by eyelids. "Interesting," he murmured, then reached down and tweaked one of her stiff, dark nipples. Harder than he would have normally, hard enough to make her yelp.
There wasn't any response. He shoved forward again, sheathing his slowly softening member as deep inside her pussy as it would go to the sound of cum squelching out... no response aside from a faint exhale of air. "She's not in there," he realized with a quiet exhalation. "Completely checked out. So, the invaders do have a weakness."
He pulled out of her quickly and efficiently, already reaching for his Pokégear and slapping it onto his wrist, where the band sealed magnetically a moment later. "Outgoing call: EX Period P team R. Authorization: Vaan Six-Nine-One."
A few seconds later, a very great deal of computing had been done to make the call as secure as possible, before a soft, quiet voice answered, "Officer Vaan. Congratulations on your promotion. What can we do for you?"
"I have information that your superior wants. Please put me through."
"Executive P. is out for the day, sir, if you'd-"
"Get me to him. Now. This is not optional. He will not be angry with you for putting me through, Grunt."
"Y- Yes, sir," the quiet-sounding woman murmured, "One moment."
There were two more clicks, a few seconds of delay, and then a single ring before his superior's voice answered gruffly, "This better be important. It's three in the morning here. You, start sucking again. You, lick her Water-type pussy."
Morley took only a moment to imagine which women or Pokémon his boss might be enjoying to help him get back to sleep after this, "I just watched one of the invaders... shut down. She's completely comatose, nonresponsive. Autonomous systems only."
"I see. Sedate her. Bring her in to the base. Actually, if it's closer, Ariana's base in Cerulean. That's where you are, right?"
"Yes, sir. Am I... assigning her to Ariana?"
"No," Proton chuckled, "You can keep your toy for now. We have some tests we need to run while she's still under. Get here there as soon as possible. If what happened is what I think it was, we don't have any time to waste. And while you're on the way, get a report written up. Take one of your recruits to dictate if you need to. This is even more important than keeping the site secure for now. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Morley answered, already reaching for his clothes. "I'll get right on it. Should I request a few people from Ariana's guard to come assist until we're back?"
"I'll do that, get things set up on Ariana's end. Just focus on getting the invader to the base as soon as possible. We don't want her to wake up. You have a cover prepared if she does?"
"I'll tell her what happened," Morley replied while pulling on his pants, "she passed out after sex, and I am taking her to get medical treatment."
"Excellent. Keep me posted."
"Yes, sir. Sorry for waking you, sir."
"It's fine. And you don't have to worry about little Chiana, she made the right call patching you through, just like you did requesting it. This is a high priority for us. Do not mess it up, Officer Vaan."
The reminder that he had just been promoted at this very Executive's request was not lost on Morley, so his body tensed up as he gave a quick nod, "Yes, sir. I won't."
The line went dead a moment later without niceties. Morley immediately ordered another call, this one to his new second in command, Carol. At least she answered herself, despite the late hour. "Sir?"
"Priority one. I need a dispatch of extra guards to the Cave, and an escort. Say, six grunts total, including one Operative-level. You'll be temporarily taking charge of the situation at the Bridge. Do you need a briefing on that?"
"No, Sir," Carol replied at once, "Did something happen?"
He could hear her dressing over the line already. She was quite competent, and well deserved to step into his old spot, but she wasn't quite as good as he was. That was alright, it meant she wouldn't try to supplant him anytime soon. Probably, anyway. "Something, yes, but not to me. You aren't cleared to know it, yet, sorry. I'll let you know what I can. Just get here as soon as you can with the reinforcements."
"I'll be out the door in five, Sir."
"Good."
That line went dead too, leaving Morley to finish dressing, and make one last call for a room cleanup in the hotel. Rocket owned it, and a 'room cleanup' as opposed to simple housekeeping could mean any number of things here. Cleaning up a body, disposing of blood, or worse, after a party gone wrong for example. In this case, Morley mostly just needed Adisa dressed and ready for transport as soon as possible. As for sedation...
The case he carried at all times in the field clicked open with a bio-scan of his retina, fingerprints, and passcode. Inside was a simple gun-styled hypodermic applicator with a single dose of a quite-potent sedative, intended for just this scenario. The invaders' bodies looked like theirs, they acted like theirs. They were even genetically compatible, nearly identical. But they were far hardier, almost like a Pokémon's, and thus were quite drug resistant compared to the humans native to this world. As such, a more potent mixture of sedatives had been devised. It was that which he pressed to Adisa Chuke's shoulder. When he pressed the trigger there was a quick expelling of air, but she didn't so much as flinch. It was like her brain activity was near-zero.
Which, if what he suspected was happening, was probably the case.
The cleanup crew was prompt, they had entered his room without knocking in under five minutes from placing the call, but he was already working on the verbal report. There was no time to waste, none at all. "She's alive, sedated. Get her covered and in the transport van right away. We're bound for Cerulean Central."
"Sir," the cleanup officer in charge said with a nod, "We'll have her prepped in six, loaded in ten. Will you be going with?"
"Yes. Send my things after, I don't think I'll be coming back to Cerulean for a bit after this."
"Yes, Sir," he nodded. Crisp, clean, precise. A good Agent.
"What's your name, Agent?"
For a moment, the tall man faltered, apparently genuinely surprised by the question, "Trevor, Sir. Agent Trevor."
"Good job thus far. Continue, and I'll make sure that's included in my report."
"Yes, Sir!"
Morley, at least, knew how to motivate people. Rockets were so easy, after all: they all wanted the same things. Power, money, wealth, prestige, pleasure... they all came together in this world, in their world. It was why so many of them had even joined. A good report meant increased chance for promotion, or at least a bonus. Motivation was simple... but effective.
Adisa was bored, but there was little else to do. She'd already written down her responses to the questions they were about to ask her and put them into the datapad so she could simply load them. She had showered, eaten lunch, and now dinner, but they had not yet come to ask her anything yet.
So she had written an email to her mother, one she hadn't spoken to in months. That had taken a good hour, but as no one had come to finish her interview, Adisa was still confined to her room.
There was nothing to do but wait... and maybe review the email one more time.
Mama,
I'm doing well. GF is treating us very well in this Beta Test. We have a whole floor of dedicated rooms, a huge cafeteria, a gym, all sorts of things to keep us entertained in the rare moments we aren't inside the game, like now.
There's even a pool, just for our exclusive use, and the cooking robots are quite good, no matter what time of day you request something.
About the game itself, I can't say too much, but it's definitely going to be one to look forward to. Game-changing. I know you never really got into them yourself, but I think you'd enjoy this one. The AI and MMI have come a long, long way in the last century, even the last twenty years. It's all-but indistinguishable from real life, and the variety of actions you can do... I've yet to find a limit. And I've tried, I really have. I think I might've broken a few hearts, actually, and I've definitely sent some people crying in tears. Not trying to be a bully, but...
See, I joined- well, I was recruited. I have a job, in the game. Right now my assignment is protecting a certain area from people who aren't ready for the dangers it represents. Sometimes, I have to use the game mechanics- the Pokémon- to fight. I hardly ever lose, and if I do, it's proof the people who get past me are good enough to handle the area ahead. That's not all: I helped capture this colossal, lightning-spitting bird that was wreaking havoc all over a power plant. Cool, huh? I didn't get the capture, but I did strike the last couple of blows that let someone else capture it. It had pretty much wiped out our whole team at that point, but I held on.
Anyway, some of the people in the company are a bit sketchy, but by and large we're having a lot of fun doing the work, and also in our downtime (which, for me, is quite a lot- not many people get past the group under me). Pokémon in 'real life' are so cute and adorable! You can just cuddle all day, it's awesome.
There's another reason I wanted to write to you, though. I met someone.
Before you get all excited, it's not a boyfriend (though I do have one in the game, heh... and, uh... it's realistic. Really!).
At least, he's not mine. An older gentleman, who goes by the name of Kawasaki Niwa. Familiar to you at all? It might be. He seems to know you. Went to school with you in the lower grades? Said he'd love to reconnect after, quote, 'all these years'. Do you want me to forward your contact information? He seems like a nice man, definitely your type.
Handsome, too, just a little gray for me. You know, since you keep asking me when I'm going to settle down, it's only fair I remind you that Dad didn't want you to be alone forever after he died. He and I both want you to be happy, not alone.
Sorry I haven't been able to write much, we really do spent weeks at a time logged in. We get paid for all of it, and I've just checked my account. Everything is adding up as it should, they aren't trying to cheat us. In fact, we get paid out of the game too since they're taking the security of information so seriously. I can't say too much more about it, but it's very exciting. I'm glad I got to be part of this project.
Love from your daughter,
Adisa
It was hardly great prose or a novel, but Adisa could find nothing really wrong with it after her second pass, so she hit the Send button and sighed, leaning back in the comfortable chair next to the small desk GameFreak had provided. Of course, finally, the questioners arrived.
At least she would have a few new things to tell them, and plenty of complaints about the timing of this crash.
When Alex entered Elle's room, she was still dripping saliva and squirt onto the bed, but there was no sign of the orderly or whoever had done it to her. "Hey," his companion moaned, half-delirious, "Missed you."
He snorted, amused, more than a little aroused, but mostly just confused. "You don't look like you did. What happened?"
"Maline Greengrass."
"What?" His eyes narrowed, "What did she do?"
"Told her assistant to eat me out," was Elle's response. Matter-of-fact, almost, despite the subject matter and the fact that her most intimate parts were on full display to him and anyone else who stepped into the room. Not that Alex was complaining, he liked the image, but... "And you let her?"
Elle blinked and actually lifted her head to look at him, nonplussed. A moment later, she raised up onto her elbows, "Uh, yeah? Why?"
He sighed and ran a hand over his face, "Because I just turned down a blowjob by her and her assistant."
Elle blinked again, and focus seemed to come back as she sat up, "Okay, again, why? She's gorgeous."
"That's not the point," he grumbled, and sat down in the same seat Maline had just left. It was still warm. "She's using us. I don't know what for, and I don't like it."
"So what? We can use her right back," Elle reminded him, "and that little slut she has following her around today licks good pussy. Better than you do. No offense. Or maybe I was just really excited."
Alex rolled his eyes, "Still. I mean..."
Elle leaned forward, dropping the robe she wore and standing up nude, still dripping her own fluids onto the floor, "I'm going to shower. If you're still bothered when I get out, we can talk. But I don't feel like I did anything wrong. If anything, I'm a little disappointed you didn't take her up on it."
He groaned as his younger companion went about doing exactly what she had said. He wanted to protest... but he didn't feel he had the right. He didn't own the girl, after all. They were together. Dating. In a relationship, but... it was open, wasn't it? She had made it clear she wanted to have sex with more than just him. Wanted him to be with more than her.
So why... did this bother him?
It wasn't just Maline using him, using her, them. No... there had to be more to it. Yes, Maline held power over them, and that was icky for all kinds of reasons, but he didn't think she would make Elle, or himself, do sexual favors for her without consent. She did seem the type to be pushy about it, but not actually forceful. But even then, why him, and her? It couldn't just be the Sync Rate, and it couldn't be because Maline was honest about wanting him to be the Champion. Could it? And if so, why? Why him, again? Why Elle?
Was he just annoyed he hadn't been able to participate? No... That didn't seem right, either.
He could've had his own orgasm, Maline made that quite clear. He'd turned it down. Elle hadn't. What about that was so wrong? The most frustrating part, Alex concluded as he heard the shower turn off a few minutes later, was that he just didn't know why it bothered him. He only knew it did.
Maybe it was just that he didn't know the person giving her pleasure, couldn't even put a face to them. Maybe it was because he felt he was right about them being used. Not used for sex really, because Maline no doubt had plenty of people who could do that for her if needed. Maybe it was just that he was frustrated as hell because of one setback after another on the way to this night, when he and Elle could finally go all the way, and had it ripped away once more by chance and circumstance.
But if he was just horny, then why hadn't he taken up the offer?
Alex sighed, and Elle stepped out of the shower, still nude. She seemed a lot more relaxed than he was. Was it the orgasm? Probably, he couldn't think of any other reason. She had to be as pent-up as he was, even if... Another sigh came free, "Fuck, Elle. I don't know. Maybe I'm just jealous."
She snorted as she turned to the drawers, still dripping a bit with a towel around her long hair and started pulling out underclothes, "I donno why. You got to fuck a porn star in the game a bit ago, remember? Not that I didn't get mine."
"Well, sure," he grumbled while running a hand through his hair, "but... I wanted to be with you."
"And you will be," Elle told him, still holding her panties and bra in one hand as she stepped around the hospital-style bed and threw her legs over his lap before sitting down. Her arms came around his neck, and she leaned in to kiss him deeply, "I'm in love with you, idiot. I'm not going anywhere. You'll get to pop my cherry soon enough, as soon as they let us back into the game, okay? And then, you can do it out here, too."
He shuddered, "You've mentioned that before."
She grinned against his lips, her small breasts pressed into his shirt firmly enough he could feel her little nipples diamond-hard against him, "Because it's hot, and I want it. If it feels just like real life, you could take my virginity over... and over... as long as I don't lose it here, yet. Or, we could just do it here after the one time. I'm fine with that, too. Whatever you want, baby. Because I'm yours. Okay?"
"I do think it's kinky," he chuckled as his hands slid down her moist back to cup her rear, pulling and tugging at the crease of her ass and even her pussy a little, "but you're the one who wants it more than I do. I don't have a virginity fetish. At least, I don't think I do. But... Elle... Fuck. I don't know what I'm trying to say."
"Then don't say it," she replied reasonably, "when you figure it out, let me know. But you don't have to be jealous. Yes, I let some slut eat me out. Yes, I let some other Trainer- a real one, somewhere on this floor right now- finger me during your match with Stirling. Came really hard, too. She's a cutie, and her twin sister..."
"Wait, the- the twins?"
Elle grinned, then leaned over to nibble his earlobe like he seemed to like doing to her, "The same. Cute, right? I'd love to fuck them both with you, side by side. But first, we have to get back into the game. Until then, let's go get something to eat. Unless you want me to gobble you up, first...?"
He swallowed as she pulled away. "Uh... I mean, if you're offering... I do feel like kind of an idiot for turning it down before, but... I don't... I think I didn't want you to be mad. Maybe. Or at least, that's part of it."
"Hah... you worry too much, lover," Elle giggled, then slid off him. Not far, just down to her knees. From between his legs, she pulled the towel off her hair for a little extra padding for her knees, then reached for his pants. "Don't worry, Alex. I'm going to do my best for you, to help relieve you for later. Maybe after dinner- or, fuck, lunch, I don't know what time it really is- we can just hang out, or go back into the game. But for now..."
She stopped talking, and instead put her tight, cute lips to work kissing a long, gentle line down the front of Alex's stiff shaft. He sighed in pleasure, though there was no relief to be had from the tension that had been building since he had first seen Elle after fighting and then fucking Brigid Stirling. It had built further when Maline and then her assistant had teased him, offering more, but his fury at being manipulated had helped quell some of the arousal and frustration.
Knowing Elle was naked and dripping water just feet away, a dozen steps at most, had not helped at all. Watching her walk around naked or nearly so, straddle him, kiss him, was even worse.
He had been given a blowjob by Elle before, but only in the game. The most they had done in the real world was a little bit of grinding through their clothes as she slept draped over him one night. This... it felt different. Not just more real, though there was an undercurrent of knowledge that if things went to far, this time at least, there would be consequences.
That was a secret thrill all its own. But what hit Alex hardest as Elle moved from peppering feather-light kisses along his length to licking him in earnest, covering every centimeter in saliva, was her earnest, sincere eyes. She wanted this... wanted him. He knew Elle could lie through her teeth if she wanted, she was quite good at it. He hadn't known her to lie to him, but right then, in what she had said while sitting on his lap, facing him, could no more have been a lie than him saying he was in love with her, too.
Even if it seemed a little disingenuous to say it while she was worshipping his cock. "Elle," he groaned as she shifted tactics again, this time taking his head in her mouth to swirl her tongue around it while her hands pumped different parts of him, and her brilliant eyes bored into his own.
"Mm?"
"I... Fuck. Don't stop... I'm an idiot."
"Mm, hmm," she agreed, smiling around him with mirth and arousal both. She came off him with a long lick, showing him her tongue as she moved through the last half-inch. "Don't feel bad, you're only a man. Just remember, it's a two-way street. You don't have to fix me up right now- I'm a bit over-sensitive, actually- but I'm going to want a good warm-up once we get into the game before you stick this thing in my juicy, tight pussy. And maybe tonight, too, if we don't get to log back in soon."
"Deal," he groaned, tossing his head back so it thumped against the curtains and the window behind them. "Just don't stop."
"I wasn't going to," she whispered one last time, then started bobbing on him again. Faster, harder, longer than before, as if the game-experience of trying to throat him (successful or not) translated into the real world's gag reflex. Already pent up, his body responded immediately, first by resting a hand on Elle's head to help guide her, then by pumping his hips just a little to provide a tiny bit more force and friction.
He watched Elle wince the first few times his cock hit the back of her mouth and started pushing into her throat, but after ten or eleven strokes she seemed to master her reflex, and started relaxing even more. Soon, while she was still only taking about half of him, he could feel the back of her throat every two or three thrusts as his own bucking met her bobbing.
"I'm getting close," he told her.
"Do it," she said in a moment, then went right back to sucking, "I want to taste the real thing."
"Fuck, Elle... after this... I don't know if Gobbler will- fuck- do it for me..."
She came off him again, just as fast, "Then ask me, dumbass, or put it in my mouth, whip it out. We have an arrangement, remember?"
She took him further still, another half-inch past the middle of his erection, and Alex's eyes rolled back in his head as he remembered what she had suggested. When one of them wanted pleasure, they asked, and the other provided.
That was it. No strings. If they weren't in the mood, a Pokémon or even another person might do, but for the most part they were to take care of the other's needs, no matter when or where (within reason).
The thought of just pulling her onto his dick as they walked through one forest or down a roadside path or another gave Alex yet another thrill, and suddenly it was too much.
"Cumming," he grunted, one last chance to warn her.
Elle didn't pull off of him. Instead, she only pulled his cap out until it was just showing inside her lips, then pushed her tongue up against his hole as one very powerful shot of hot semen plastered against the muscle. Another followed quickly after, and by the fourth some was leaking out of her mouth. It was starting to run down and hang from her chin as he finished his orgasm, panting.
Elle's cheeks hollowed as she fought to pull more out of his pipe, and he groaned in renewed ecstasy as she kept up the suction until he left her mouth with a loud popping sound. Then she made a show of scooping up the dribble with her finger and hanging it over her mouth, wide open, as she gargled on his cum for a few seconds.
Once it had fallen in to join the rest, Elle sucked the last bits off her finger, then swallowed it with a delighted smile. "So tasty, Alex. You've no idea how good that is. Salty cream, yum! But come on, I gotta get dressed and get some real food in me. Who knows when we'll have a chance to eat it again. You notice we haven't had a server update in a bit? I wonder if that's why it crashed. No maintenance."
"Maybe," he chuckled, too unfocused to really follow her rapid-fire speech at the moment. If he were honest, he was too unfocused to even tuck his dick back into his pants. Maybe in ten minutes. Maybe.
