The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the landscape as two figures made their way beneath the towering oaks of the forest. Their steps were deliberate yet unhurried, the crunch of paws and boots on the thick carpet of fallen leaves echoing in harmony with the occasional rustle of brambles and the whistle of the wind through the branches. The forest was quiet, save for the natural symphony around them. The man's gaze occasionally shifted to his companion, a slender Furret whose soft paw remained firmly grasped around his hand. Her determination was palpable as she led him through the dense undergrowth, her focus set on one thing—returning home.
The prince couldn't help but smile at her eagerness, though the warmth of that smile was tinged with a pang of quiet guilt. Her sweet scent had grown stronger the closer they got, mingling with the forest air, and her breaths had become quick and shallow, heavy with anticipation. He could feel her desire radiating from her in waves, as unstoppable as a gathering storm. The realization gnawed at his conscience—he had kept her waiting far too long, longer than she deserved. What a terrible man he was to let her burn with such longing. He vowed to himself that he would make up for it, that he would ease the ache in her heart and soul before he left for the battlefields of Kalos. This last dance with her, this final moment of intimacy, would be his way of making amends.
The trees began to thin, their short journey finally ending as the pair approached the entrance of a wide, dark cave nestled among the thick foliage. The cave mouth yawned open before them, hidden from the casual passerby but familiar to both. The prince paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the place that had become a second home to him—no, to both of them. He had spent countless hours within those stone walls, sharing moments of quiet companionship and passionate connection with Branwen. The memories tugged at his heart, but he pushed them aside. Now was not the time for reminiscence; for at this moment, he had an upmost important job to accomplish. To him, it was as important as joining the battlefield or upholding the honor of his nation; to satisfy his maiden and her burning pain was the only goal on his mind.
Branwen stopped at the mouth of the cave, her round black eyes looking back at her lover in a demanding and pleading glance. The prince nodded with a warm smile, the Furret smiling with a relieved expression in return as they finally made their way inside. The glowing rocks adorning the cave gave the space an alluring blue-green hue, and the prince's eyes scanned the myriads of objects and gifts that adorned the Furret's home, including a large brush and an assortment of berries to fulfill her hunger. The Prince didn't have much time to appreciate the scenery, however, as he was suddenly and unceremoniously pulled towards a corner of the cave with growing haste, the man being thrown like a sack of rocks onto a pile of makeshift bedding, the woolen blankets and thick pillows cushioning his fall as very excited and horny Furret pinned him taut to the ground, her long snakelike body wrapping around him as she claimed him in a needy and passionate kiss. The prince moaned in return, his hands rushing to throw away his now annoying and unneeded clothing as fast as his arms and legs would allow.
"Bran…"
"Fur…" the Pokemon purred, her lips reconnecting with his with renewed vigor as her paws gripped the hem of his trousers, the man's hands working to remove his shirt in tandem as he was disrobed with haste. Soon enough, the deed was done, and the prince found himself smothered by impossibly soft fur pressing against his bare skin, his lips still in a lick lock with his Furret lover as his lust thrummed up like a war drum.
Without a second thought, the prince's hands drifted alongside the Furret's long body, his fingers approaching her sacred region as they grazed the leaking hidden opening. The prince took his time, exploring as much as he could of her before his digits grazed upon its prize: pulsing flesh, puffy and needy. Bran's reaction was instantaneous; her body freezing like it was stuck in ice as she gave off a long and needy moan, her vocalizations reverberating off the cave walls and rebounding into the prince's ears, their collective blush thrumming up with each second that passed by.
"You like that?"
"Fur…" she drolled, her voice falling away into oblivion as the prince slipped his fingers further inside, the Furret screeching with lust and happiness as his digits penetrated her. Her fluids were practically gushing like a stream at this point, thick dollops of her honey dripping out onto his hand and on the floor with no end in sight. Still, the Prince was determined to get her off, his fingers pushing further inside the throbbing flesh as it sucked him in greedily, his fingers massaging her walls as his other hand joined in the fun, digits contacting her small nub and giving it a gentle pinch. In a flash, the Furret screamed louder than she ever had been before, the prince slightly recoiling in the fear that he had hurt her, but his worries were for naught as he felt her walls clamp impossibly on his hand, holding it in place like a vice grip as her dam of resistance finally broke, her orgasm rocketing out of her slit with blazing fury. The young man could only lay there and watch as she rode out her first orgasm, the Pokemon humping his fingers desperately while her slick flesh milked them for fluids they could not give.
The prince just sat patiently, waiting for the Furret to calm herself down. And, soon enough, she did, as his fingers were finally able to slip out of her soaked crotch as she collapsed on him, her lips meeting with his once more as she curled around him, her puffy slit resting dangerously near his private parts as he felt the blood begin to pump downward. The Furret gasped into his mouth, pulling back slightly as she felt something poke against her underside. The Furret didn't need to look to know what it was, a smug and slightly evil smile crawling across her face as she rose from the Prince's body, her legs stabilizing on the floor as she rolled her hips, the Prince having to hold back a gasp as he felt his member graze her waiting and welcoming entrance, his tip absorbing her warmth as the Furret teased him mercilessly, that evil smile only growing in intensity as she ground her slit against his, the frustrated tip wanting to enter but being denied entry time and time again.
"Gah! B…Bran…"
"Furr…?
"P…please… end this…"
The Furret only purred in response, satisfied with the prince's answer. Lining up her slit for real, the Furret's legs shifted slightly, her hips lowering slowly as the tip was finally allowed to enter her, her lower lips sucking up the mushroom-shaped head as the Furret's body lowered further and further, inch after inch disappearing into her pulsating snatch with each passing second.
"Bran… that feels so good…"
"Furrettt…" she only moaned, her lower lips having taken in half of his length at this point, her face only being able to be described as pure bliss as she sunk further, more and more of the prince's girth disappearing inside as their hips neared collision. Suddenly, without any warning, the Pokemon's body jerked, her greedy walls taking in the rest of the length in one swift motion as the Furret's hips slammed into his, both lovers letting out groans of pleasure at the feeling of being connected. The prince struggled to keep his mind straight, the pleasure he was feeling being indescribable, you could even say heavenly. This was his own little slice of heaven, hidden away from the rest of the judging world out there. No one could ever know, would ever know, what was happening right now. This was the big secret, the hidden pin in the prince's near-perfect public persona of heroism and strength. Here, being smothered with the love of his partner, was the real place he belonged, the only place he wanted to be.
"Bran, I love you, my sweet maiden…"
The Furret leaned her nose into his, her eyes half-lidded with unspoken love as her lips connected with his once more, the message perfectly clear to the prince as his hands flew to her sides, her tail swishing behind her in happiness at the feeling. With a happy moan, the Furret raised her hips into the air, the prince's member being released all the way to the tip before the Pokemon slammed back down once more, a wet slap echoing throughout the cave walls as the prince shouted in white hot pleasure, a sound unbecoming of such a royal, yet he could care less at this moment.
And the Furret wouldn't let him compose himself, either, as just as quickly as she fell she was already risen once, the Pokemon falling into a strong cycle of rise and fall, of in and out as she made passionate love to the man pinned below her. Her velvety walls squeezed and tugged at his cock in just the right ways, his tip kissing the opening of her cervix time and time again as the female slammed her hips against his with growing vigor. Her mouth was hanging open with barely contained intestacy, her movement turning less and less focused as pleasure consumed her senses, the prince not doing much better as he began to raise in tandem with her falls, thrusting in and out of that wet hole in search of that all-encompassing warmth and pleasure that he couldn't get enough of.
"Ah… Bran… I can't get enough of you!"
"FUR… FURRET FUR!" she screamed back in agreement, their hips slamming back together in tandem as they finished speaking, their limbs entwined the other in a vice grip and her long tail locked around his legs like a binding rope as they continued to make love, the wet slaps reaching a fever pitch as their climaxes quickly and rapidly approached.
"Close… getting close…"
Bran's walls were becoming unbearable, the squeezing and the thick wetness along with the enveloping heat making the prince just barely able to hold himself back every time he dove back inside her. Yet, he didn't want to be the first one to go; this was for her, after all, and he wanted to leave her with pleasant memories of happiness, not with disappointment. So, mustering all his strength, he held back blowing his load with all his might, wanting to give his lady the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait long, and with one final thrust, the deed was done.
"F…FURRETTTT!" the Pokemon screeched into the heavens, her voice seemingly unending as she rode out her second orgasm. Her walls constricted around the prince's throbbing shaft with impossible tightness, the pleasure reaching a crescendo as they spasmed uncontrollably, her gushing feminine fluids streaming forth unhindered from underneath her. With a groan of his own, the prince couldn't hold it anymore, and he finally released inside her, his head pushing into her womb and being held in place by her cervix as he came, his sperm flooding the very center of her reproductive center. He was just happy and grateful that he couldn't gift her any children, despite how sad that may sound; he didn't want to burden the lass with any more trouble than he already had, after all.
"Ah.. Ahh… ahh…" the two lovebirds panted in unison, exhaustion and post-coital buzz setting in as their normal senses slowly returned. The prince pulled the female close, the soft warmth of her fur brushing against his skin as she nestled into his neck with a sigh. Her small, delicate tongue flicked out to lick his cheek affectionately, a tender gesture that made him smile despite the weight in his chest. Branwen's tail remained wrapped around his, their bond so strong that even in these moments of impending separation, she sought to stay connected to him. As they settled down together on the cave floor, the prince wanted nothing more than to freeze time, to savor this last moment of happiness and bliss with his beloved. But he knew that duty called, and soon, he would have to leave.
He let his fingers glide gently through the Furret's soft fur, stroking her head in slow, soothing motions. He felt her breathing start to slow, the rise and fall of her small body becoming more even as the telltale signs of slumber began to take hold. Her grip on him loosened slightly, her once-vibrant energy dimming into the peaceful rhythms of sleep.
"Yes, that's it. Sleep now," the prince whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. With great care, he began to slip his legs free from the death grip of her tail, moving slowly so as not to wake her. When he finally succeeded, he gently laid her down on the bedding, her body curling in on itself instinctively. A soft, slightly sad whine escaped her as she sensed his absence, missing the warmth his body had provided. The sound tugged at his heart, but he steeled himself against the emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.
"It pains me to leave you like this, but I aim to keep my promise," he murmured, brushing a stray tuft of fur from her face. "Just watch for me, Branwen, and wait until I come back to this country once more. Someday."
For a brief moment, his heart fluttered in place, caught between the conflicting desires of duty and love. But he knew what he had to do. With a final, lingering look at his resting lover, he gathered his pants and blue tunic and tiptoed silently out of the cave. The night air greeted him with a cool embrace, and as he stepped into the outside world, the twinkling stars and full moon above signaled that much time had passed during their encounter.
"My lord, it has become quite late…" the prince mumbled to himself, glancing back one last time at the cave mouth. A wistful sigh escaped his lips as he turned away, forcing himself to move forward. He aimed for the meadow where his loyal steed, Aldus, would hopefully be waiting. His lingering worries, however, were soon alleviated when the soft sound of neighing reached his ears.
He whirled around just in time to see his Galarian Rapidash emerging from the trees, a smug and knowing expression on its face. The sight of his trusty mount brought a smile to the prince's face, even as a slight blush colored his cheeks.
"Ah… Aldus… you followed me…" he said, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and fondness.
The Rapidash raised its head snootily, as if to say, "Of course I did!" The young man chuckled jovially in response, brushing some dirt off his clothes as he walked towards his steed.
"Ay, I suppose I cannot hide anything from you, boy. What do you say we forget about all of this, huh? I'll reward you handsomely!" he teased, though he knew the Rapidash would not be so easily placated.
Aldus rolled his eyes in response, turning away with an air of impatience. The prince could only laugh at his companion's attitude, knowing that despite everything, the bond between them was strong. He mounted the Rapidash with an elegant leap, gripping the lead with practiced confidence.
"Now, to the castle at once! Away!" he commanded; his voice filled with newfound determination.
The Rapidash neighed proudly, responding to the call with a burst of speed as the two rode into the night. The wind whipped past them, carrying with it the scent of the forest and the distant sound of rustling leaves. But even as they raced toward the future, the prince's mind couldn't help but drift back to that cave in the woods, to the Furret who now slept soundly in the quiet darkness. She would awaken expecting to see him, expecting to feel his embrace, only to be met with the cold reality of his absence. The thought was almost too painful to bear, and for a moment, he questioned his decision. Would he have the strength to leave her behind again if he returned? Would he even want to?
But then he remembered his vow, the promise he had made to her.
I will make it through this, my dear Branwen. If it's for you, nothing will stand in my way. You can count on it.
With that thought anchoring him, the prince rode onwards, his resolve unshaken. He was riding away from his past and toward an uncertain future, but he was determined that one day, he would return to his love once more.
…and that was a promise.