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Chap. 43: Stomach Drop

Elle stretched languidly against Alex, trying to ignore the twinge of soreness between her legs. She could not have stopped the grin from spreading across her face if she wanted to as she thought back to the cause.

They were both real Trainers, now, with a Gym Badge each. They mattered in the world, at least a little. Even so, she felt like achieving their first real victories was but a stepping stone to what had come after.

She was a woman now. At least, in that way. They had fought for so long and hard to get to last night, and she was sure Alex felt that in some way it was disappointing that it hadn't lasted longer. But she had truly been worn out, and ready for a good night's rest after the biggest, most intense, and certainly longest climax of her life. Elle Berkman, Elizabeth to her father and grandparents (and no one else, on pain of death), certainly did not mind. She had loved last night, making love, being made love to. The intimacy of it as Alex moved over her, and then in her, had been so...

Filling. Full. Fulfilling.

She was not some romantic sop that felt there was only one true love meant for each person. But she knew she was in love with Alex Ward, and had been for a couple of months. At least, as game-time went. How close was it to the real world again? Eh, it didn't matter. They felt the passage of time the same, so for them, it was months. She also knew she was a lovestruck girl... Yet Alex checked off so many boxes for her, it would have been stupid not to pursue him with all she could. The fact that he embraced her sheer level of pervertedness, even encouraged it sometimes, was proof enough, for her, that they were highly compatible.

Last night had proved it, at least intimately, as far as she was concerned. The rest would, and had been so far, proven by everything else. They had fun, interesting conversation. They were comfortable not talking, which her mother had once said was the proof of a good relationship. They both had common interests, and differences.

They both loved Pokémon, exploring, and sex.

She knew, objectively, even at her age that those things would not be enough, years down the line. But they were a good start to build a better relationship from. Elle smiled once more, and whispered, "I'm willing to put in that work, if you are, lover."

Beside her, no doubt responding to her quiet words, Alex murmured, "Love... too, Elle..."

She smiled once more. Even sleeping he was sweet! But she knew he cared for other reasons, too. Lots of guys would say anything to get in a girl's pants... at first. But Alex was also still asleep, and he'd said that. He had also thrown himself into danger, literally allowed himself to get hurt, to keep her safe. Against Nadine Minier, even if he had failed. Against Morley Vaan and his giant Golurk.

A trickling wetness slid between her legs as she thought about it, and she reached a hand down her to touch...

"Ow... Still tender. Fuck."

Even her outside folds were swollen and tender, though she wasn't complaining. She would get used to it soon. She would start, as soon as she was healed up. A day, two perhaps, and she would be raring to go again. Until then...

The girl's smile widened as she glanced around the penthouse, before remembering their Pokémon were still all in their balls, either being healed at the PMC or safely stored away. The blankets shifted a little as she slid down, hissing in pain twice as her pussy twinged again, then settled on her stomach between Alex's legs, the covers around her shoulders to leave his upper half and thighs bare. "I hope you enjoy this like I think most guys do, lover," she said quietly, then took his morning wood in her mouth without using her hands.

She had been reasonably sure he would enjoy it, given how much he enjoyed Gobbler in the mornings, and the last morning blowjob she had given him. What Elle had not expected was how much she would enjoy it, too.

She knew what Alex's dick tasted like, of course. The musk of it after a good night's sleep filled her nostrils and mouth with a pungent but not unpleasant manliness that, to use her mother's old phrasing, 'got her motor running'. She couldn't really smell much different this time, perhaps because she was so used to the scent of her own arousal. The moment her lover's perinium touched Elle's tongue, however, she knew it was very different.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she closed her lips the rest of the way and swirled her tongue languidly around her favorite not-muscle, absorbed more now in analyzing and enjoying the flavor and aroma, the wine-like (or so she imagined) depth of it, like the finest of connoisseurs waxing eloquent about a particular vintage's 'bouquet'. Most evident was, predictably, Alex himself. The taste and smell of semen, even hours old, called to her though there wasn't much left, and it dissipated quickly while Alex moaned softly in his sleep.

Below that, a layer of coppery tang, almost iron-like but a bit softer, perhaps a little more oily. Like blood, yes, and for a moment Elle shuddered with both revulsion and delight as she realized she was tasting her own virginal blood (or what the game decided it tasted like, anyway, and fed to her brain). But there was something off about it, too, almost like it was mixed with butter, only sweeter. Not quite honey-butter, which she'd had the pleasure to taste once in her life when her drunkard father had still been working regularly, before her mother's death.

Her juices, she realized, aged in the stifling air under the blankets. She sighed around Alex's cock, and bobbed deeper, her tongue seeking more on instinct... it was a bit gross, yes, definitely aged more than she was comfortable with, but at the same time that almost seemed to concentrate the flavors, make them stronger somehow. Too sweet, a bit too salty, quite tangy but not overpowering there...

She bobbed deeper, faster, and one hand joined her mouth to pleasure the lower half of Alex's thick, long cock as one muscular leg shifted next to her. He's waking up, she thought, and started moving faster. Her other hand shifted several locks of hair out of her face, then reached down to cup his sack as she lifted her blue eyes. Gods, he looks good from down here. Even better than just standing next to him. I love sucking him.

Am I a slut?

Am I an addict?

Fuck if I care. I just know I like it. He tastes so good, with both of us on him! I want to do this every day. I want to wake him up this way in the morning, either with Gobbler or myself, and relieve his morning wood. I want to have him stick it in me whenever he's horny... I want to make him horny, all the time. Hah... he's twitching, now. Wake up, lover boy...

"E.. Elle...?"

She opened her mouth and dropped down to drag her tongue up his scrotum, tracing the mid-way line all the way up to his tip, then flicked her tongue across it twice, "That's my name."

"Eh- Oh, fuck, that feels so good..."

"Good," Elle chuckled, "I'd be disappointed if I forgot how overnight. You can cum whenever, Alex. Right into my mouth, I want to drink you."

"Mmm, shit... keep talking like that and it won't be long," the older man murmured slowly, his voice a little slurred with the last vestiges of sleep. He stretched slowly around her, then sat up to put her pillow behind him, and his hands behind his head to give him a better view of what she was doing.

Elle smiled up at him, "I can taste us on you. My blood, my cum, and yours... it's so good, Alex. Want a taste?"

She giggled as he shuddered, his mouth grimacing with distaste. "I'll... take your word for it. I'm good, thanks."

"Suit yourself... Mm, shoo fhuuud..."

Elle started bobbing and stroking him faster now, no longer taking her time. As much as she was enjoying it, she wanted to see Alex's face twist in pleasure, to hear him grunt, call her name. Most of all, she wanted to feel him come undone, to release all the building pressure in his body, in his loins, and in the testicles she continued to gently knead.

It didn't take much longer after that. She had been sucking on him for about eight minutes, which was quite a respectable time for both of them, Elle thought, when the first pulse of his seed into her mouth made her jump. She almost recoiled, but instead looked up quickly, sealed her lips around him, and savored the fresh rush of pungent, salty jizz her lover was pushing into her body with every trembling almost-thrust of his hips. On either side of her, his knees vibrated, and she saw his hands clench in the sheets as she kept sucking, pulling up every... last... drop.

Then she let go with a loud pop, and his body jumped instead, before falling back to the bed, limper than he had been even when asleep. "Hah... Who's better, me or Joy?"

"Fuck, Elle," Alex chuckled weakly, "You, hands down. That was... that was the best blowjob I've ever had."

"Better than Gobbler?"

"Way better."

"Better than Brigid Stirling?"

"So much better. She was really good, but too fast to really enjoy it. Seriously, Elle- the best one, ever. Even better than the one in- in the real world."

"In my defense, I have twenty-five percent more experience now," she chuckled, "probably enough for my Prowess to have gone up, if it was registered by the game."

She went back to licking him, cleaning up her saliva and the little bit of his semen that had escaped her lips when his jerking climax had left momentary gaps, and Alex moaned again. Once she was done, she sat up quickly and let the blankets fall before hopping out of bed, trying to hide another wince.

"Still hurt...?"

Yep, there was another wince, this time at the question that meant she wasn't as stealthy as she hoped. "Yeah, a bit," Elle admitted. She wasn't sure why she was hiding how much it did hurt. Perhaps because Alex was a tough guy himself, or maybe because she didn't want him to think he'd hurt her more than was expected, or something.

But she had known it would hurt for days. She was tiny compared to him! But that also meant his cock was so big compared to her that it was a bit uncomfortable for a while. She'd probably be months before she really got used to taking his whole size without a problem. But until then, she would relish it, because it meant both of them felt that much better. "I'll be fine, Alex. Give me a couple days to heal, and you can have this pussy all over again, and again, and again... and in the meantime, you can have Gobbler, or me, or... hell, you could probably fuck Lingus. I bet she'd love it."

"Ugh... Can we not talk about that?"

"Suit yourself," Elle giggled, "I'm going to shower. As much as I love the taste of us on your dick, I probably smell bad. We should get moving, checkout's in an hour."

"An hou- fuck!"

It took them fifty minutes to get down to the lobby, including a quick shower for Alex too. They ran into a small problem there. One that, if their Pokémon had been on hand rather than in the PMC, Alex might have caused a scene over.

"What to you mean our bill is seventeen thousand?"

The concierge, the same smiling, gray-haired gentleman who had been so helpful multiple times during their stay, tapped the printout he had just offered when Alex had first protested the amount. "As you can see, sir, the charge for the penthouse room you and your companion specifically requested when you signed in is three hundred per night. Add to that room service beyond one call per day, and the charges for the meals themselves, or other deliveries, and you get quite a lot closer."

"Wh- what's this?" Elle gasped, pointing at the two largest lines, way down at the bottom.

The concierge's smile widened, "Ah, a sharp eye, Miss Berkman. Yes, your companion was most insistent when you each won your respective first Badges that I, and the staff at Fennel Peak Hotel accept a, and I quote, 'generous tip'. For both badges, I believe that was the exact phrasing. As such, those amounts were added."

Alex grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'wipe that smarmy smile right off his face', but Elle sighed, and plastered on a fake smile herself. One that, admittedly, and purposefully, was far less sincere-seeming than the concierge's. "Ah, thank you for explaining that, sir. That clears everything up. We'll pay now."

Alex stiffened next to her, but Elle's Pokégear was already extended over the receiver mounted on the desk. A few moments later, it beeped, and she was much, much less wealthy than she had been. "Thank you, it was a great stay. I'm glad we came here."

"Thank you, Miss Berkman, and Mr. Ward," the concierge replied, as smoothly genteel and placid as ever, "And next time you're in Pewter City, think of the Fennel Peak once more!"

Alex's grumbling grew immediately worse, but quieter somehow as Elle guided him physically, one arm wrapped around his much larger one, as they walked through the marble-floored lobby.

Outside, a rickshaw waited for them once more, the same Machamp that had first brought them to the hotel. It smiled and waved with the two lower hands, "Champ, Champ!"

"No thanks, we're-" Alex started.

Elle cut him off, "Happy to accept, thank you! Come on, Alex, let's get on. It's a long walk to the Pokémon Center, and I don't want to waste time. We should get moving."

A minute later, despite his grumbling, they were moving as fast as the Machamp could run, nearly bouncing thought he streets were pretty smooth. "You shouldn't have paid for all of that," Alex grumbled. "Fuck, a two-thousand tip? What was he thinking?"

"He was thinking we could afford it," Elle told him sternly, "and he split it with the staff. At least, he implied he did. Come on, Alex. It's a lot, but I still have three-k plus in my account after The Aerie, and you probably have about the same as I had this morning."

"That's not the point," he muttered, "I know it's... Fine. Fine, I get it. I just hate being- I hate feeling cheated. If he'd asked for an amount, I'd probably have agreed, you know? It's just, springing that on us, with that smarmy, you-can't-touch-me smile... it made me want to punch him."

"Well, I'm glad you didn't," Elle said, "because that would've been a problem. The security was already eyeing you, and you know the legal system here is real enough. Also, you know, bit of a turnoff when your boy-toy is being a bully."

"I'm not a boy-toy, or a bully," Alex scoffed.

"You would've been if you'd hit him," Elle replied reasonably, "and you're my boy-toy. Don't feel bad, I'm your cumdump, so it works out."

Seeing Alex's face redden was well worth the (true?) insult to herself, she thought.

At least it settled him down.

Shopping was a relatively straightforward affair once they had recovered their Pokémon. Alex paid for more Potions, a very expensive Revive crystal, one that, when crushed, could help revivify a Pokémon that had been knocked out, even heal some of its injuries according to the packaging, and a dozen pounds worth of various food pellets for their increasingly large teams. Elle even convinced him to splurge a bit and get ten or more of every pellet Type they didn't already have ten of, just in case they found a new Pokémon. The generic Normal Nutrisnacks were good for all types, and any of them could be fed on any other diet if necessary, but the going wisdom was that each type was better for one Type of Pokémon, so that's what they bought.

Elle herself spent a third of her remaining funds, just over a thousand 'dollars' (she was pretty sure they were saying that amount, which was what Pacific Mega-City used as the name for their currency, but that the strange electronic amount that transferred was something else entirely to the NPCs who heard it) on more mundane rations and travel-food for she and Alex. At least they didn't need much in the way of other supplies. Mount Moon would be a huge cavern system if they explored its depths, but the travel guides they had access to suggested that the more surface tunnels necessary for a foot-journey from Pewter to Cerulean City and their next Gyms would take as little as four hours, and as many as three days. Camping gear was a necessity of course, and they already had most of what they needed. But light sources were not. Batteries were heavy, even with the game-world's technology.

"Use your Pokémon," one of the Trainers, an NPC by the look of him, mentioned when he heard Alex and Elle discussing their options. "Lots of them can make light, you know? There's even a Move some learn that can do it."

"What... Flash?" Elle asked, surprised, "That's still a thing?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" the green-haired man, who looked to be in his late thirties dressed in a rumbled button-up shirt and trousers asked. "It's not like it isn't useful, and like your man said: batteries are heavy. Sure, you can trundle a cart in for a long journey, or buy a few backups and hope you can hurry through... or you can take some backups, and not have to hurry. Just bring your Fire-types, maybe an Electric, or even lots of Normal Types and you should be fine. Most of them will just start doing it if you ask, you know?"

"Just... Ask?"

The man nodded, clearly less interested in the topic than the two Players. "Well, yeah. I mean, Pokémon are smart, right? Sure, you have to teach them to do some moves. Harder ones, or ones they wouldn't normally pick up in the wild. But they need to see, so lots of them will just make light however they can in a dark cave. It might not be much, but some types are really good at it, especially if you ask them. Why, my Pikachu, Buzz, can spark his cheeks enough to give me like, eighty feet of good, solid light in any direction."

"O- Oh. That's good to know, I guess," Alex grunted, "And we do have a couple of Fire-types with us, so that'll be good. No electric, yet. Huh. Well, thanks again, Mister."

"Yeah, no problem, kids. Have fun, and good luck with the ladies in Cerulean!"

Alex grinned along with Elle as the man wandered off further into the Pokémart.

They didn't get far outside.

Two familiar faces were sitting on a park bench across the street, Pokémon arrayed around them, eating ice cream cones that were slowly melting in the warm sun.

"Megumi, Kinta!" Elle called, already jogging over, heedless of traffic. "Wh- Wait. What's wrong? Why're you both so sad?"

"Our dad," Kinta sniffled.

Elle realized a moment to late that both of their outfits, far different from when they had met, were completely black. "Oh, no..."