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Chap. 42 Life, The Universe, Everything

Alex's body was sore, he was desperately hungry and thirsty, but his highest priority, above all else, was the need to relieve himself. He untangled his avatar's body from Elle's a little faster than she could, and was, thankfully, in the bathroom before she got to her feet, shouting about how rude it was to make a lady wait.
He didn't make her try and hold it while he did the longer part, at least.

By the time Elle had used the restroom herself, he had already ordered room service to be delivered 'as soon as is humanly possible', along with drinks, and consumed half of the water in the hotel room's mini-bridge. The rest he left for Elle, who quickly took over chugging the clear, cool liquid down as he finished in the bathroom.

The food arrived shortly after he got out of the shower, and he set it out while his girlfriend took a quick wash herself. Finally, they could eat, and spare more than a few seconds for a hoarse, dry-mouthed 'thanks'.

"Why did we just... fall on the floor?" Alex asked, finally satisfied. They had both wanted to get right to each other, he was sure, but it seemed like this particular time their avatars had collapsed where they were rather than in bed, like they usually were when they logged off. Even the earlier time weeks ago when they had logged off quickly, their bodies had sat or lain down outside, and been unmolested.

"I don't know," Elle grunted around a mouthful of food. She had demolished a little over half of the sandwiches and pizza that had been sent up by the hotel's staff, and was still going though Alex was feeling stuffed himself. "'S weird. Maybe because of the server crash? It just put our bodies in the nearest approximate space?"

Alex frowned, but nodded. "That's reasonable enough, I guess. Time passed in the server, though. It's been three days, just like it was outside. Well, a bit over two and a half. The time isn't quite the same, but it's close enough we're only about ten minutes off."

"It sucks we couldn't get right to it," she acknowledged, "but every other time we've woken up from being logged out, we more or less came back like we left. For whatever reason, the... well, the server or whatever just left our bodies here, I guess? So they felt hungry, processed food, all that stuff? I'm just glad I didn't piss my pants after three days!"

"Same," Alex chuckled as he pushed the last bits of food on his tray away. "It's nearly eleven now, but three days later. I'm surprised the hotel didn't come check on us, really."

"Maybe they did, but found us there? That'd be weird, but..."

"Nah. It's probably criminal for them to do so, but if they're programmed to ignore strange behavior from Players, like us, then it makes more sense."

"Didn't think of that," Elle acknowledged, finally setting down the last of her own before letting out a huge, long belch. "Damn, that was good. Ugh... you're still an ass for making me wait to pee, but you're forgiven for dinner. For now, at least."

"I'm sure I can make it up to you sooner or later," Alex told her. "I'm... well, about ready for bed. I guess our Pokémon are fine at the PMC, or in their balls for now. They might not even have been aware of time passing."

"Bed?" Elle asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, or at least trying to, "Or sleep? Because if it's the latter, I'm gonna pass. I'm wide awake. But the former... well, we can do vanilla for a while before things get freaky, if you want."

"Freaky? What are you, six?" Elle chuckled along with him, but she still stood up before he had, her belly slightly distended, and burped again. "Maybe we should wait just a little. Cuddle or something. Just a little, I don't want to, urp- well, you know, lose it while we're fucking."

This time, Alex snorted, "Sure, Elle. Believe me, I think that might be a mood killer, too.

"Well, I can think of an anti-mood-killer," Elle said with a grin as she stood up and let the large, fluffy white towel she had been wearing after her shower fall to the floor. Alex, as usual, gaped when he saw the girl's slender, nude body, and his eyes tracked her as she moved to the large single bed.

Elle pushed down the covers and took a few moments to set the pillows up against the headboard, then looked back at him, "Are you coming?"

"R- Right, yeah, I'm coming," Alex all-but shouted as he threw himself up from the small table that was still laden with dishes even if most of the food was gone.

A minute later, he was as naked as Elle was, sitting against the wall of pillows with his legs spread wide. Elle leaned back against him, her own legs open just within his, and tucked her arms around his to pull them against her distended belly. "Ugh, I ate so much, you must think I'm a pig."

Alex laughed hard enough to make her whole body shake against him, but gave her a soft squeeze to reassure the girl, too. "Don't worry about it. I've seen you eat a lot before. I don't know where you put it all, you must have an amazing metabolism, but this isn't that surprising. And it's been three days. I'm surprised we weren't both hungrier than that."

"Still, I can't imagine it helps."

"It doesn't hurt, I promise," he assured her again, then pressed a kiss to the top of the girl's blonde head. "You laying on my belly hurts... I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You're fine."

Elle's glare over her shoulder was several seconds settling, and she rolled away from him for a moment before she settled back with the remote control to the television in her hand. "Ass."

"You love it."

"I like your ass, yes," Elle sniffed haughtily as she turned the device on, "but I don't appreciate you being an ass."

"I like your ass, too," he shot back.

"It is delicious looking, I'm told."

"That's not all that's delic- wait. Are we really doing this?"

"Why not?" Elle asked, scrolling through the channels on the screen list, "It isn't like we haven't watched porn together already."

"I guess. It still feels weird. We... well, we aren't exactly at a point in our relationship where we need it to get excited, right?"

"No," Elle scoffed, "I'm plenty wound up right now, believe me. Just like I can feel you are."

And he was, Alex knew. They were both naked, and his cock was nestled between the cheeks of Elle's ass and against the small of her back, but she hadn't so much as squirmed against it to give him some relief.

She continued, "But I meant what I said about the puking, too. Maybe in an hour or so. Until then, I figure some light petting would help while the time away, and some visuals will help with that. But no petting for you, sorry. I don't want to take the chance you won't be ready later."

Alex snorted, "I guarantee you I'll be ready. I've been waiting for this since... well, day one, really."

"Same," she reminded him, "but I'm serious. You can have your fun... in me. Not until then. Even if it's short. But if you recharge, then we can go again. I'm not worried about a bit of pain."

"Alright," Alex told her, then settled back as she finally picked one of the dozens of poke-porn or regular porn channels available.

It probably wasn't a coincidence that they spent the next twenty minutes watching Brigid Stirling get railed by a Machoke until it was finished, before she moved on to her own, larger Machamp. Alex had to admit it was more than just a little arousing watching the woman he'd most recently had sex with take even the smaller Fighting-type Pokémon in her mouth and pussy. It must have been very well trained, since it yanked itself out a moment before finally climaxing to cover the woman's muscular body in rich, thick semen. The Machamp that followed right after didn't seem to mind, taking her limbs in all four hands and shoving her twat down onto its own prodigious member before yanking her up and down like a ragdoll for more than five minutes. The video they were watching was forty minutes long, and half had been taken up by the first Pokémon. Alex wasn't sure how long she could take the Machamp, who seemed as big around and as long as his forearm... but then Brigid was lifted off and spun in the air to face the same direction as the Machamp, before it sheathed itself in her bum in one fast, hard motion.

Brigid squealed in pain and delight, her tongue lolling out like a woman possessed as the Machamp used her body for its pleasure.

"Fuck, I would love to be just bodied like that," Elle moaned. It was the first time either had talked since the display began, and Alex, startled because he'd almost forgotten she was there, looked down to find Elle openly masturbating right between his legs.

"Maybe I will, then," he told her, his voice husky and full of need.

"Not big enough, sorry," Elle giggled, "but maybe you and a Pokémon together. Fuck... I'm so horny. How's your stomach?"

"A little full still, but mostly settled," he told her after a moment to consider it.

"Me too. But I should probably wait... you aren't the one getting that piece of meat rammed into your stomach. A little while longer, okay?"

"As long as you need," Alex whispered, then decided to join in the fun. One of his hands covered hers between her legs, letting her guide the movement but with just a little more pressure from him, while the other went to massage her pert, perky breasts. "As long as it's tonight."

"I'm not going to back out, lover," Elle told him. Her hips started to grind against his hand, "I'm just as desperate as you are, believe me. Just... just a little while longer. Thirty minutes, tops. I'm already doing a lot better."

"Good. Because if it's an hour, I'm going to shove you up against the headboard and fuck your brains out if you're lying."

"Sounds fun," she sighed, twisting her head up to kiss his neck and jaw. "Maybe after the first time. I'd... I'd kind of like my first time to be, more... well... you know..."

"Don't worry, baby.," he assured her once more, "I'll be gentle. I promise. I don't want to hurt you... no matter how desperate I am."
"Okay."

They went back to watching the porn channel as the Machamp finally unloaded a huge helping of cum into Brigid's rectum, then longer still as he held her up for the camera, the orifice gaping as the goo slithered out in fist-sized dollops. There was a Dugtrio next, which must have been the evolved form of the Diglett Elle had caught in the mine-tour days earlier. Both were amused, but not really surprised to see a trio of women using the thing's heads in the way her own Pokémon's name would suggest while they kissed each other everywhere they could reach. That one was relatively short, and soon they were watching a Smeargle paint pseudo-letters all over a buxom blindfolded woman's body as she hung from several ropes just above the floor. Then it and a Tyrogue took turns shoving their pricks into her mouth or pussy, then ended by spitroasting her while she swung between them.

At least, that's how Alex assumed it ended. He couldn't be sure, because by the time they got to that point, Elle was panting, her body writhing against their combined fingers. That was well and good, but her movements were also causing her body to shift against his cock, which Alex felt was just unfair. It felt amazing, but was nowhere near enough to get him off. Instead, it was just a teasing, tantalizing touch that made him throb all the harder after the porn and Elle herself.

When his fingers pushed through hers and the first two knuckles of his middle finger slipped into Elle's body, she gasped and sighed, while a series of mini-convulsions wracked her. When her orgasm was done, he worked Elle down slowly before pulling the finger out and letting her taste it with her tongue before the rest went into his own mouth.

She lay there for more than a minute afterward as she recovered, then leaned up and rose to her knees. Her eyes sparkled in the low light of the television and the one bedside lamp the suite had on. Outside, through the open curtains, most of the lights of Pewter City had been turned off as the early morning hours began. "No more waiting," Elle said quietly. "How... How do you want me, lover? Like this? I can just climb on and ride you. Or I can lay down, or we can do it Doggy... I'm not picky."

"Fuck, Elle..."

"That's the idea," she interrupted with a giggle, "for you to fuck me."

"As much as I'd love for you to just sit down on my dick right now," Alex answered after a moment to consider, "I... I kind of want to move. It's already been an hour, and my legs are falling asleep. And, well... I kind of always imagined it, you know, more traditional. Missionary, I guess. For that first time."

"Sounds good," Elle chirped with a smile, then hopped off the bed, "Be right back!"

He groaned as the girl entered the bathroom, then got up as he heard the toilet flush. They passed in the short hallway with a significant look, and by the time Alex returned from his second bathroom trip after returning to the game-world, Elle was sitting on the foot of the bed, the porn channel now switched to something more mundane in that it was two human women tribbing each other while Elle languidly tweaked her erect nipples a few feet away.

Alex approached carefully, something in the girl's posture indicating, for the first time, a bit of nerves regarding what they were (hopefully) about to do. "You alright? We don't have to-"

Elle interrupted him with a hand around his half-hard cock and a grip just beyond 'firm' and into 'a little painful' as she gave him a hard look. "You're fucking me tonight. Period. I'm not gonna let a little bit of nervousness stop me, stop us. I was nervous before the Gym, and look how well I did. You were nervous too, but you got to fuck a Gym Leader- a porn star. Now it's my turn for this dick."

"Alright, I'm convinced," Alex chuckled, more to hide his own nerves than anything else. He wasn't nervous with Cora, that first time, because his heart was full of everything but nerves, after the death of his mother. With Joy there was a little, more because he wasn't sure he trusted GameFreak's word about just how perverted the game could be. Megumi had hinted she'd be happy to, but circumstances had kept them apart, at least for now. He'd gotten that very public blowjob from Riina followed by fucking her surrounded by people watching, and then screwed Tthe Steelworks' Gym Leader, too.

This, somehow, felt different, even more than when he'd fingered Lingus, or watched Elle blow Kole and Surtr. He wasn't sure why, he just knew it was. Elle was clearly nervous, but she had been nervous before. He was, but was used to it.

Why was it worse, now?
What was different?

As Alex felt himself step forward as if guided by some unseen hand to stand between the slight girl's knees, he realized what it was. There would be no going back, after this. They had danced around and flirted with the idea before, and called each other a couple... but they could not undo this. Breaking up later would not undo what had been done, or give Elle her first time back.

At least, not in the game. Even if the real-world version was a bit of a cheat as far as that went, she would know what sex was like. Alex swallowed, as Elle leaned back onto her elbows, her blue eyes watching him expectantly, shadowed by her brow alone. "What are you waiting for?"

He shook his head, "Nothing. Just looking at you."

"You've seen me naked plenty of times."

"It's never enough," he replied, then followed by sinking to his knees. One hand slid up her taut belly to cup one of Elle's breasts while the other hiked around her waist and hitched her closer to his mouth. He peppered a long, slow line of kisses up the girl's left thigh, skipped across her groin, and then back out on the right side while he tweaked and rolled one nipple in his fingers.
Then he slid up, closer, and suckled the tit he had been playing with, his own eyes no doubt filled with as much lust and arousal as her own when his fingers moved over to her other breast.

"Tease," Elle sighed, her fingers twisting in his dark hair.

"You love it," he chuckled, then started moving down, kissing a long, zig-zag line down her chest and stomach. Over the last few days, she had been careful to keep herself shaved, so there wasn't even a hint of hair as he started feathering his lips over the most tender flesh around the edges of her soft mound.

He'd gone down on her a few times before, but again, somehow this one felt different. It was easier to pinpoint exactly why, though. Before, the blowjobs and cunnilingus were both implicitly and explicitly the 'end'. Now, him licking Elle's tight, virginal pussy was just a warm-up. Preparation for what was to come.

Elle seemed to feel the same way, because she sighed as he started kissing her outer lips, and let herself fall back onto the soft, rumpled bed, but didn't encourage him to do more. Maybe it was because she'd just orgasmed a few minutes before due to the efforts of both their fingers, but Alex privately thought it was more that she just wanted to enjoy what he was doing. To let him set the pace, when so often she was the one taking charge or pushing things a bit further.

He found himself enjoying it, too. Not just the sweet, tart taste of her fluids as they started to leak from the girl's body, but Elle surrendering her own pleasure to him, to his actions. She wasn't just letting him take charge, she wanted him to, and he was happy to oblige.

The only cost was that he felt obligated, in turn, to make sure she enjoyed it. Not that it was a bad thing, but it was a bit of pressure he wasn't really used to. He kept kissing Elle's labia for several minutes before he added a single knuckle inside her again, pushing and pulling at her flesh not just in and out, but around in circles too, twisting back and forth while he suckled, sucked, licked, or even lightly nipped at her with his mouth.

Soon, the girl was panting again, her youthful vigor more than up to several orgasms in a row. Alex switched to sucking on her clit next and pushed the finger in to the second knuckle, where he could just feel the hint of her hymen. Idly, he thought that with that depth his cock would be about a quarter-inch past the thick head when he touched it, and not even close to half-way in when he broke through. Would she, slender, waifish girl that she was, even be able to take him in all the way? She was only as tall as his shoulders. Would he hurt her if he went in all the way...?

"You're slowing down," Elle whined, "don't stop..."

Alex shook himself internally, "Sorry... had a bit of nerves flare up. Are you getting close...?"

"Mm, hmm," Elle told him, looking down her body at where his head rested between her legs.

"Good... that means you're ready for the next step. If... you really are ready."

The girl didn't bother using words. Instead, she lifted one eyebrow very pointedly.

"Alright," he laughed softly, and rose from his knees to stand with his feet slightly spread and legs bent. Elle gasped as she saw his cock again, rising from between her legs. He couldn't blame her. He had been rock solid for over an hour, and it hurt it was so stiff. But it was a good pain, and soon enough it would be relieved by burying itself inside the girl laying in front of him.

"I'm no expert," Alex reminded her, "so stop me if I'm going too fast."

Elle nodded once, her eyes transfixed on Alex's thick, long shaft as he lifted one of the girl's legs to hold it at the knee with his elbow. The other hand circled his base to let him slide his dick along her folds, gathering up lubrication along the bottom end. There was already copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from him, so by the time he slid the cap up and down, just parting her inner folds a little to get a bit more, Alex felt he was as lubricated as he was going to get.

"Are you ready?" He positioned himself carefully, and forced himself to hold steady despite every instinct begging him to just thrust, to plant his seed in the willing receptacle.

"I think I've told you enough, Alex," Elle replied, her voice somehow scared, trusting, and demanding in equal measure, "If you don't put that cock in me right the fuck now, I'm going downstairs and fucking the first guy I see."

"Your wish is my command, then, Elle."

He pushed in slowly, but smoothly, until the sensitive head of his dick met the soft, semi-pliant barrier. Elle gasped, winced in pain, and his eyes met hers. He wanted to watch where their bodies were now joined, but he was enraptured by the look in her eyes, her wondrous, pained, overjoyed expression.

Her eyes flinched with pain once more as he drove in further, all the way, and the barest hint of a whimper left her.

Alex leaned down carefully, bending at his back instead of his waist to hold as still as he could, to wrap his spare arm around Elle's neck and pull her close. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "that's... fuck. It's not the only time. I'm sorry."
"I'm not," Elle whispered back, "It... it's amazing. I'm so full, Alex. I feel you throbbing, and it's so hot inside me... it hurts, but it's a good hurt. Like a hot-pad set just a little too high."

"I wish it didn't hurt at all," he told her, "because... well, it's not fair. You feel... so, so good. I wish you could feel like I do inside you."

"It already feels pretty good, even if it does hurt," Elle told him seriously, then kissed him passionately. Her hands couldn't seem to stop moving, switching between running her fingers through his hair, along his scalp, or down Alex's broad, muscled back, down his arms, back up, only to start over again. "Now... you should move."

"Are you sure? It's not too-"

"I'm not going to break, lover," Elle whispered, the last word carrying just a bit more weight than it ever had before. "I'm yours. I know it's stupid and naive to say things like that when we're... not in our right minds, with hormones and all that, but I love you. I have for a while. Just... make love to me. You don't have to hold back- well, maybe don't go rough, but go."

"Alright, alright," he acknowledged, and kissed her back lightly. A second kiss on the tip of her pert nose made the girl giggle.

That sound quickly shifted into a moan of pleasure and pain as he moved, pulling out half-way slowly, and then back in, dragging the head of his erection through the deepest parts of her channel, out to the bloody wound, and then back in. "Fuck... you're so tight, Elle."

"I'm tiny, but you're huge," she shot back, "Shit, Alex... it feels so good. You- you can go faster. It only hurts a little, now."

He nodded, but didn't start rutting right away. Instead, he forced himself to stay slow and gentle, but finally dared to lift his body a little to look down between them. Watching his cock disappear into her body was easily the most erotic, arousing sight he'd ever seen. Her own moan seemed to indicate she felt the same way, as his shaft appeared and disappeared in the oldest magic trick known to their species. "Hah... That's..."

"Sexy?"

"Hm, yeah," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed. There was just a little more red than there had been, her blood mingled with her juices, coating his shaft almost like lipstick.

"Good. Faster, lover."

This time, he listened, looking up at her beautiful, serene face as he started thrusting a little bit deeper, more rhythmically. "Are you okay?"

Elle smiled, and one small hand lifted to cup his cheek, "I've never been better in my life. This is perfect. You're perfect."

"You're the perfect one," he told her, and leaned down to kiss her again. When they separated from the tongue-tangling dance a minute later, he was fucking her faster than before, harder too, and he could just feel the bend at the end of her channel with the deepest pups. "Arceus," he swore in the manner of the game-world's people, "I can't believe you can hold all of me, and it's still so tight."

"It's almost like someone crafted you just for me," Elle sighed back, and her legs lifted to coax him just a little deeper as they wrapped around his back.

The change in sensation was immediate. As her pelvis curved, Alex suddenly reached a half-inch more into her body, and his cock actually nudged into the soft flesh at the end of her vagina, making her squeal, "Oh, shit, Alex... it's so good! Fuck me, please... fuck me harder!"

He couldn't have denied doing so if she had begged him to stop. Not anymore.

Her breasts started to bounce and swirl in tiny motions as the rhythmic sound of his thighs meeting her rump and the raised legs mingled with the quiet squeak of the bed as he pressed into her again and again. "I'm... fuck, too close," he grunted, "I can't... Elle, I can't keep going."

"You don't have to," she cried a moment later, "I'm close, too. Come- come in me, Alex! This time, I want it as far in as you can make it go!"

He unleashed in a torrent, one that made Alex wonder if he wasn't still being affected by whatever the Pokémon had done during their first almost-orgy due to the sheer volume of semen his cock seemed to be pouring into the petite girl's hungry, waiting cavity. When he was done, Alex wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead and looked down at Elle to find her almost sleepy-eyed, looking up at him with a few tear-streaks down her temples.

"Uh... Elle? You okay?"

With a trembling smile, she nodded. Her voice was quiet, as quiet as he'd ever heard it, when she replied, "I really am perfect, Alex. That was... everything I hoped for."

He nodded, but as he slowly pulled out, unable to handle the sensation of even being inside her after such a powerful climax, doubt crept in once more. "I'm... I'm sorry it didn't last long. I..."

"Oh, baby," Elle chuckled, scooting up the bed with one hand, while the other sought out his and pulled him after, "You were amazing. Much longer and I'd be aching for days. Trust me, Alex... you were perfect. Not too long, not too short. I knew it would be shorter than it will be later, anyway. That's why I wanted to tease you- so it wouldn't take too long when we actually got to it."

"You suck, then," he chuckled.

"Mm... maybe later," Elle acknowledged as she settled in to lay on the bed a few moments before he did. "But not right now... you're bloodier than I thought. I want to wash, but I'm so sleepy... I can wait until morning. Besides, your cum feels good in there."

He looked down. She was right: there were blood stains on the white sheets, on her thighs... she'd bled a lot more than he thought. "Uh... Are you sure you want to, you know... do this again?"

"At least once, yes," Elle giggled, "outside. But fuck, Alex... if you only knew how good you made me feel, you wouldn't be so insecure about this. I promise, it was everything I wanted it to be. I'm the one who feels like I didn't measure up, I just laid there like a lump. Next time, I'll... I'll do more."

"You were amazing," he told her as he lay down next to the blonde, "You don't have anything to worry about, trust me. There's... there's a reason I couldn't last very long."

She let that go for a moment, then nodded sleepily, "Alright, then, let's just both agree with what they other says, and ignore our own worries and doubts. I'll trust you, if you trust me. And next time, we'll both be more prepared."

"Next time, huh?"

Elle's sleepy eyes cracked open as widely as the smile that blossomed on her cute, lightly freckled face, "Yeah, probably in the morning if I'm not too sore. And before we check out. And once we get on the road. And next time we log out, who knows... but probably not."

"You really do like the idea of being a virgin again, huh...?"

She shrugged and leaned over to kiss him good night, "A bit, yeah... it's kinky. Now go to sleep, it's almost two. Good night, stud... lover. Boyfriend."

"Good night, Elle, beautiful girl, lover, girlfriend," he laughed quietly along with her, then reached over the girl for the switch to the lamp. The television, they left on, the quiet sounds of something fucking something else a soothing backdrop to very lurid dreams.