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Accepting the Challenge (v1.1)
"Oh, come on, Gard. Some camping will switch things up a little bit for us. And if you really do want to travel and see the country by foot, you're gonna need to be able to camp." I always tried to be stern with her when it came to this kind of thing, but I found it difficult to be serious with my best friend.
My Gardevoir was sitting on the couch next to me. She sat with her legs together, her hands clamped on top of them.
"Listen, Jack. I've got cabin fever as bad as you do," she looked at me and grinned in a joking way, "but I wouldn't trust you to set up a campsite if you were three times smarter than what you already are." She had a sarcastic tone to her voice. She knew that I was smarter than the average person, but she still loved to treat me like I was some sort of dumbass; I suppose it was due to the fact that she was always going to be smarter than me-being a Gardevoir, after all.
"Is that a challenge?" I raised an eyebrow. "Because I'll bet that you wouldn't be able to even make it to the campsite I scouted out without taking a break."
At this she looked over at me and opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, but she stopped. She opened her mouth again and couldn't find the words she was trying to use to her advantage. It was strange, I hadn't seen her confused in quite a long time. Maybe even years.
So I said it for her. "Challenge accepted?"
She came out of her trance at this point. "Of course. I'd never turn down an opportunity to whip your ass at something simple."
"Good. I'll go pack my stuff." I said with audible enthusiasm. I thought for a second to ask her what she was bringing, so as not to bring anything we don't need, but then I remembered that she wouldn't need anything herself anyway, being that she was a Pokemon and all.
Instead, I turned around and said, "But you have to carry the food and cooking stuff. That way it's fair."
"Agreed." She said with a grin. "But I swear, if you pack a bunch of stuff we won't need in there, you'll wake up in the lake."
I snapped, pointed at her and winked in an agreeing fashion and was about to go upstairs to my room when she said, "How long until we leave?"
"Probably about... 15 minutes. Why?"
"Oh, you know, I just..." Her voice trailed off again. I waited a few seconds for her to say something, but she didn't. I snapped my fingers, trying to get her attention, but she continued to stare off into space. I sat right back down next to her and lightly touched her shoulder.
"Gardevoir?" Her mouth hung open, just a little bit, as though she'd just finished talking. I was starting to get a little bit worried.
"Gardevoir?!" I nearly shouted. She came out of her daze.
"Oh, um... What was I saying? Never mind." She began to blush a deep red and her fingers were now teasing the fabric of her permanent gown.
"Gardevoir, are you okay?" I had a little bit of worry in my voice and I wanted her to notice.
She looked at me for a second and then said, "Yeah. I'm fine. Why?"
She looked very nervous and she continued to blush and pinch her dress.
"Gardevoir, you know that you can tell me anything, right?" I tried to look as serious as I possibly could.
"Yes, Jack." She made a face that said she thought that I was suspicious of her doing something because of her behavior, like I was trying to punish her for something.
"Then is something wrong?"
"No, Jack... It's... It's nothing."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded after hesitating for a second. I reached over to hug her and we met in tight embrace for a few seconds.
While we were hugging, I said, "Gardevoir, I love you more than you could imagine and I always want you to be comfortable around me."
She sighed and we broke the hug. I finally proceeded upstairs to my room (leaving her where she sat the whole time).I got my backpack and filled it with two canteens, a lighter, a folding knife, a spare change of clothes and a small pillow. I went downstairs to gather more things only to see that she had moved from her spot on the couch.
"She probably went to her room," I thought. Her room was on the bottom floor, unlike mine. I went to her door and knocked. No response. I knocked again only to hear her footsteps coming closer to the door. She opened it slightly so I could only see her face, the way she was bending.
"Yes?"
"Gard, are you sure that you're-" While talking, I noticed that her face was beet red on the cheeks. I cocked my head and looked past her, only to see her white gown was draped across the bed. She only had one, and she wore it at all times. My eyes grew slightly wide at the realization that my only Pokemon was standing on the other side of this door completely naked. "Never mind, can't remember what I was going to say. As you were."
She closed the door and I ran over to the kitchen as quietly as I could. If she heard me, she'd pass it off as me gathering food and stuff. I went into the pantry and pushed some cans aside so I could press my ear against the wall. This wall was very thin and I'd used it before but never heard anything. This time I did. I heard her whimpering. At first I was worried, I thought that she'd hurt herself or something. But the longer I listened, the more quickly I realized that these were whimpers of quieted pleasure, not much unlike those of a masturbating woman.
I backed away from the wall quickly. It was bad to think of a Pokemon that way, nonetheless spy on my closest friend. I tried my best to push the thoughts out of my head and grabbed some food. I got bread, canned food for her, some fried rice I could eat cold and a can-opener and a skillet. I also got the rack I would be using to hold the skillet above the fire and the potholder I needed to even use it without burning myself.
I put these into a separate backpack and set it next to the front door when I heard her door open and I saw her come out. Thank god, she was fully clothed and acting natural, but I was having a hard time doing the latter.
She said with an emotionless look on her face, "Are we ready to go now?"
"Yeah, um, your bag is right there, Gard."
She looked at me suspiciously. "Did you load this full of useless junk?"
Thank god. She didn't suspect a thing. "No, you can even check it if you want."
"No thanks. Let's get out of here."
I unzipped my backpack and looked through it quickly, double-checking to make sure I had everything. We each had our own sleeping bags strapped onto our backpacks and she had her own pillow tucked into hers. We were ready to go.
When we finally left, I locked the door behind us and we were on our way.
"So," I broke the ice. "You tired yet?" It was obvious I was joking, our house was still in view.
"Never." She had her usual cold but playful tone in her voice. She always seems like she's going to mouth off or something but she never really does, like some sort of "latent sass" for lack of a better term. I waited for her to say something else but she didn't.
About ten minutes later, we were well out of town and into the grassland that surrounded it. We were about two-thirds of the way there.
"Jack?" I was not entirely expecting a conversation.
"Yeah, Gard?"
"How much further?"
"Actually, we're about five minutes away." I looked over to see that she was blushing again.
"Okay. This isn't nearly as far as you were pretending it was."
"No... But there'll be more that we'll use as we ease into traveling, further away each time."
"What, you think I couldn't make it anyway?"
I looked over at her. "Gard, if you were willing to float like a normal Gardevoir you'd be able to go as far as you could whenever you wanted to come with me."
"Shut your mouth, Jack. You know I try to act as decent as I can. Floating just makes me feel more like a wild animal than anything else." She was looking straight forward, focusing on the horizon. "And an animal belongs at the bottom of the food chain."
"Gardevoir, I think if you walked up to a blind person and talked to them, they would treat you like any other person." I thought for a second about how that might've been offensive to her feminine side. I scanned her face for anger but she was just staring blankly at the path. This made me decide that we'd had enough awkward conversation.
Five minutes later, we were there.
"This is it." I said, opening my arms toward the campsite as though I was expecting a hug from it. It was a flat piece of land next to a large pond, with a fire pit already there from previous use by other campers.
"Wow, Jack... It's beautiful."
"Wait until you see some of the others. There's one up in those mountains where you have a full view of the town."
"I wish I went out here more often with you. It sounds like you have a lot of fun." She tilted her head to the side and smiled.
"It's always better with company."
In about another ten minutes, we had our two-person tent set up. We had the sleeping bags unrolled into it, and I was getting ready to light the fire because it was sunset. I went out to get the firewood. When I got back to camp, I saw that Gardevoir was sitting next to the fire pit, looking tired. I put the wood in the pit in a way that would allow air through, lit it and in no time we had a nice fire going. We were both pretty hungry so I set up the rack and the skillet and started cooking her dinner.
When it was finished, I put it on a plate and handed it to her, then I got out my rice and started to eat it.
When we were both finished, the sun had set and the moon was rising in its place, reflecting over the water. I sat down on the edge of the land and looked out at it. A few minutes later, Gardevoir joined me, sitting at my right.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I asked.
"Jack, I have an important question, and I want you to answer me truthfully."
That was kind of sudden. "Anything, Gard."
"Do you love me?"
This question was something I had an answer for. "Gardevoir, I do love you. Haven't I told you that before?"
"No, Jack. I know you love me, but I mean... Love me."
I looked up to see that she was tearing up. I hadn't expected this question. It took a few moments of thinking, but I realized that I did, in fact love her more than any human on the planet.
"Gardevoir... I do love you. I love you more than anything in the world."
She looked at me in disbelief. "Do you mean it?"
"Of course, Gard."
She burst into tears, in a slow, subtle way. I wanted to carry through with the normal maneuver I always did when she was upset. Just give her space. But this time, I felt as though that wasn't going to cut it. She wanted proof that I loved her, and I had to provide it.
I reached over and held her hand. At this, she looked up at me, a single final tear streaking down her cheek. We slowly neared each other until our lips finally met and locked. At first, we just pecked a few times but she eventually slipped her tongue into my mouth. I rolled with it.
When the kiss was broken, Gardevoir said, "Jack, there's something I haven't been telling you."
I was still holding her hand. She started to massage it with her thumb. "You can tell me anything, Gardevoir."
"The reason why I've been acting distracted and strange lately is... Well... I'm in heat."
"I had a feeling, Gardevoir. Do you know how obvious you've been making it?"
"Well, it's the first time it's happened to me. I just feel like I need some sort of release and I can't obtain it."
I thought this was strange. She was a mature Pokemon, but the fact that she'd never acted the way she had been lately confirmed her statement.
I looked deep into her eyes. "Gardevoir, I will do anything it takes to make you happy."
Her voice made the most sudden change from sad and shy to seductive. "I'll never be completely happy unless you are too."
At this point she moved her free hand to my bulge and ran over it with her palm. This took me by surprise because of how sudden it was but she could tell by my tilt of the head that she had my permission to do anything. She said, "Let's move to the tent, shall we?" A sinister smile ran across her face.
She led me into the tent and sat me down on our now stacked sleeping bags. She put the pillows on one end and me on the other. As soon as I was sitting down, she used psychic to drop her gown, revealing her beautiful body to me. I was shocked. I'd never really thought about what she would look like naked, and I sure as hell never imagined she'd be this attractive. Her hips were wide, her legs were long, and her breasts were perfect. Then she leaned down and stripped me. My shirt first. As soon as my shirt was off, I kissed her again. She removed my pants while we kissed. Then came my boxer-briefs. She broke the kiss and slid them off and gazed for a few seconds at my rigid cock.
"Let's see what I can do," she said,
I don't know how she taught herself, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She laid down next to me and slowly stroked my dick for about thirty seconds and just watched what she was doing. It felt great. I think she was using a skill of hers to make it feel twice as good as masturbating by myself. Then I leaned down and kissed her on the neck. She moaned a little in surprise. I slowly moved down until I was kissing her nipple. It was a tough island of pink on the softest ocean of white you could possibly imagine. She gasped and moaned from the sheer excitement of it. Then she took my hand off of my dick and I kissed her one final time before she moved south on me. I sat up at a 45 degree angle so I could watch her. Just her sheer beauty was a major turn-on at this point, and the fact that she was finally acting like herself again was a bonus.
"Please take it slow." I said with sarcastic worry.
"Oh, I'll try my best." She let out a girly laugh and raised her eyebrow just the way I liked.
She sat on her knees and got to work. She leaned down and kissed my tip, causing me to sigh due to the sudden burst of pleasure. But I knew there was more to come. She slowly-oh... so... slowly moved her warm lips down my shaft until she could go no further. Then she came up as slowly as she'd gone down. She repeated this until she saw that I could take no more of this torture and then she finally began to speed up. Shortly after she sped up, she started moaning quietly, as she'd slid a hand down to her soaking crease and started to rub it. After a few minutes of this, I was finally getting close.
"Gard, I'm about to-"
I was interrupted by an unintentional gasp as two streams of hot cum shot down her throat. She pulled her head away from it so another one shot straight up and landed all over my crotch, some of it just dripping out. She wasted no time in using her tongue to clean every single drop off of me. I cringed in pleasure every time she touched the tip, now overly sensitive from the freshly finished orgasm.
"Okay, Jack. Now it's my turn."
She then got up and leaned against... Nothing. She used psychic to make a hard surface beneath her hands which she then leaned against, forming a right angle. This angle put her beautiful, smooth, shiny, white ass in the air, with her legs spread just far enough to spread her flower with her fingers. She waved her ass a little, and just the sight had me aroused harder than the previous time a few seconds ago. I knelt down behind her and kissed her spread flower, using my fingers to spread it so she could just relax. She groaned loudly with pleasure at any light touch to this sensitive area. I wasted no time with introduction; I got straight to work pleasuring her as quickly as I could. I started off licking her clitoris because I knew it was the most sensitive area, but I soon tasted the most amazing substance I'd encountered to that day-gardevoir's pussy juice. It was thick and creamy, sweet and delicious. It tasted almost like bananas and it smelled like it too. I decided I would have to enjoy this myself as much as her. I moved up and began to lick deep into her hole, swallowing as much of the fantastic substance as I could manage to. I didn't want a single drop to hit the ground.
As I lapped away at the substance, Gardevoir grew closer and closer to orgasm. I looked up to find that she was resting her head on her arms, stifling her moans the slightest bit. At some point it finally became too much for her and she came in my face, almost screaming in delight and pleasure. I caught as much of it as I could in my mouth but as hard as I tried, quite a bit of it still fell to the ground.
As Gard came down from her orgasm, she sank to the floor and moaned between deep breaths, while I went and laid down on the sleeping bags. Needless to say, we were both quite tired. I had a full view of her and my vision, so I got ready as she began to crawl over to me lustfully. First she kissed me, and I kissed her. It rejuvenated me back to full strength. It was becoming more and more obvious that I really was in love with her. Then she positioned herself in the cowgirl position as she prepared to take my wood. She held it at first so that only the head was inside, just barely. Then she slowly-again, oh... so... slowly introduced my rock-hard dick to the inside of her tight virgin pussy. Virgin is a key word. She stopped for a second at the wall known as the hymen and then dropped, shouting in simultaneous pain and pleasure, but mostly the latter.
I was going to ask her something along the lines of, 'Are you okay?' but I couldn't bring myself to do so. My breath was stolen by the amazing sensation of her sex hugging mine as it slid up and down. She seemed to be enjoying herself very much. She moved faster and faster every minute. The masculine part of my brain, however, told me that it was time for me to take control... To show her who runs the show.
I grabbed onto her hips and swapped places with her. Missionary position. She didn't exactly argue, either. As I began the thrusting motion that she'd previously had control over, she reached up and hooked her arms around my neck like she was hanging on for dear life. As she slowly drew nearer to orgasm, her moans became too much for me to handle. My male brain reacted by kick-starting the orgasm process. As the immense pleasure overtook me, her flower's walls seemed to squeeze my member while she had the most amazing trembling orgasm of her current life. Needless to say, I kept going to spread it out for her as long as I could, with about 5 more shaky thrusts before I went limp and was pushed out of her. I leaned down and kissed her for a few seconds, and then we fell asleep together in the warmth of our steamy tent, with the scent of our love wafting into our nostrils.
The next morning, I woke up cold. I was still naked, and even though her body heat had kept me warm for the most part, the entire backside of my body was still quite chilly. I got up and took my clothes out of my backpack and put them on. As I left the tent, I looked back at my sleeping lover. I turned around, put her dress over her for warmth, and then left the tent. The fire had died late the previous night and so the pan and rack were cool enough to put away. As I did, the ruckus must have awakened Gardevoir, as she came out of the tent in her gown once more.
As soon as I had the tent put away, we set off for home, making our time with one another last as long as we could. I carried the cooking supplies, because frankly, Gardevoir looked a little sore.
"How are you feeling, Gard?" I asked with a tone of care.
"I feel great, Jack. I've never felt better in my life. And, uh... By the way..."
"Yeah?"
"Just because that wave is over doesn't mean I'm finished with you yet. So be ready at any time."
"Is that a challenge?"
She smiled and hugged me, we kissed, and we walked the rest of the way home as slowly as we desired, holding hands, knowing that our adventures together, both as travelers and as lovers, were very, very far from over.Chapter End Notes:I hope you guys enjoyed this. It took only about five hours to write and it was kind of spontaneous. I'm already formulating the next chapters in my head, and if I get enough positive responses I'll try doing some requests. All constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and can be e-mailed to me through the e-mail linked to this account
My Gardevoir was sitting on the couch next to me. She sat with her legs together, her hands clamped on top of them.
"Listen, Jack. I've got cabin fever as bad as you do," she looked at me and grinned in a joking way, "but I wouldn't trust you to set up a campsite if you were three times smarter than what you already are." She had a sarcastic tone to her voice. She knew that I was smarter than the average person, but she still loved to treat me like I was some sort of dumbass; I suppose it was due to the fact that she was always going to be smarter than me-being a Gardevoir, after all.
"Is that a challenge?" I raised an eyebrow. "Because I'll bet that you wouldn't be able to even make it to the campsite I scouted out without taking a break."
At this she looked over at me and opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, but she stopped. She opened her mouth again and couldn't find the words she was trying to use to her advantage. It was strange, I hadn't seen her confused in quite a long time. Maybe even years.
So I said it for her. "Challenge accepted?"
She came out of her trance at this point. "Of course. I'd never turn down an opportunity to whip your ass at something simple."
"Good. I'll go pack my stuff." I said with audible enthusiasm. I thought for a second to ask her what she was bringing, so as not to bring anything we don't need, but then I remembered that she wouldn't need anything herself anyway, being that she was a Pokemon and all.
Instead, I turned around and said, "But you have to carry the food and cooking stuff. That way it's fair."
"Agreed." She said with a grin. "But I swear, if you pack a bunch of stuff we won't need in there, you'll wake up in the lake."
I snapped, pointed at her and winked in an agreeing fashion and was about to go upstairs to my room when she said, "How long until we leave?"
"Probably about... 15 minutes. Why?"
"Oh, you know, I just..." Her voice trailed off again. I waited a few seconds for her to say something, but she didn't. I snapped my fingers, trying to get her attention, but she continued to stare off into space. I sat right back down next to her and lightly touched her shoulder.
"Gardevoir?" Her mouth hung open, just a little bit, as though she'd just finished talking. I was starting to get a little bit worried.
"Gardevoir?!" I nearly shouted. She came out of her daze.
"Oh, um... What was I saying? Never mind." She began to blush a deep red and her fingers were now teasing the fabric of her permanent gown.
"Gardevoir, are you okay?" I had a little bit of worry in my voice and I wanted her to notice.
She looked at me for a second and then said, "Yeah. I'm fine. Why?"
She looked very nervous and she continued to blush and pinch her dress.
"Gardevoir, you know that you can tell me anything, right?" I tried to look as serious as I possibly could.
"Yes, Jack." She made a face that said she thought that I was suspicious of her doing something because of her behavior, like I was trying to punish her for something.
"Then is something wrong?"
"No, Jack... It's... It's nothing."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded after hesitating for a second. I reached over to hug her and we met in tight embrace for a few seconds.
While we were hugging, I said, "Gardevoir, I love you more than you could imagine and I always want you to be comfortable around me."
She sighed and we broke the hug. I finally proceeded upstairs to my room (leaving her where she sat the whole time).I got my backpack and filled it with two canteens, a lighter, a folding knife, a spare change of clothes and a small pillow. I went downstairs to gather more things only to see that she had moved from her spot on the couch.
"She probably went to her room," I thought. Her room was on the bottom floor, unlike mine. I went to her door and knocked. No response. I knocked again only to hear her footsteps coming closer to the door. She opened it slightly so I could only see her face, the way she was bending.
"Yes?"
"Gard, are you sure that you're-" While talking, I noticed that her face was beet red on the cheeks. I cocked my head and looked past her, only to see her white gown was draped across the bed. She only had one, and she wore it at all times. My eyes grew slightly wide at the realization that my only Pokemon was standing on the other side of this door completely naked. "Never mind, can't remember what I was going to say. As you were."
She closed the door and I ran over to the kitchen as quietly as I could. If she heard me, she'd pass it off as me gathering food and stuff. I went into the pantry and pushed some cans aside so I could press my ear against the wall. This wall was very thin and I'd used it before but never heard anything. This time I did. I heard her whimpering. At first I was worried, I thought that she'd hurt herself or something. But the longer I listened, the more quickly I realized that these were whimpers of quieted pleasure, not much unlike those of a masturbating woman.
I backed away from the wall quickly. It was bad to think of a Pokemon that way, nonetheless spy on my closest friend. I tried my best to push the thoughts out of my head and grabbed some food. I got bread, canned food for her, some fried rice I could eat cold and a can-opener and a skillet. I also got the rack I would be using to hold the skillet above the fire and the potholder I needed to even use it without burning myself.
I put these into a separate backpack and set it next to the front door when I heard her door open and I saw her come out. Thank god, she was fully clothed and acting natural, but I was having a hard time doing the latter.
She said with an emotionless look on her face, "Are we ready to go now?"
"Yeah, um, your bag is right there, Gard."
She looked at me suspiciously. "Did you load this full of useless junk?"
Thank god. She didn't suspect a thing. "No, you can even check it if you want."
"No thanks. Let's get out of here."
I unzipped my backpack and looked through it quickly, double-checking to make sure I had everything. We each had our own sleeping bags strapped onto our backpacks and she had her own pillow tucked into hers. We were ready to go.
When we finally left, I locked the door behind us and we were on our way.
"So," I broke the ice. "You tired yet?" It was obvious I was joking, our house was still in view.
"Never." She had her usual cold but playful tone in her voice. She always seems like she's going to mouth off or something but she never really does, like some sort of "latent sass" for lack of a better term. I waited for her to say something else but she didn't.
About ten minutes later, we were well out of town and into the grassland that surrounded it. We were about two-thirds of the way there.
"Jack?" I was not entirely expecting a conversation.
"Yeah, Gard?"
"How much further?"
"Actually, we're about five minutes away." I looked over to see that she was blushing again.
"Okay. This isn't nearly as far as you were pretending it was."
"No... But there'll be more that we'll use as we ease into traveling, further away each time."
"What, you think I couldn't make it anyway?"
I looked over at her. "Gard, if you were willing to float like a normal Gardevoir you'd be able to go as far as you could whenever you wanted to come with me."
"Shut your mouth, Jack. You know I try to act as decent as I can. Floating just makes me feel more like a wild animal than anything else." She was looking straight forward, focusing on the horizon. "And an animal belongs at the bottom of the food chain."
"Gardevoir, I think if you walked up to a blind person and talked to them, they would treat you like any other person." I thought for a second about how that might've been offensive to her feminine side. I scanned her face for anger but she was just staring blankly at the path. This made me decide that we'd had enough awkward conversation.
Five minutes later, we were there.
"This is it." I said, opening my arms toward the campsite as though I was expecting a hug from it. It was a flat piece of land next to a large pond, with a fire pit already there from previous use by other campers.
"Wow, Jack... It's beautiful."
"Wait until you see some of the others. There's one up in those mountains where you have a full view of the town."
"I wish I went out here more often with you. It sounds like you have a lot of fun." She tilted her head to the side and smiled.
"It's always better with company."
In about another ten minutes, we had our two-person tent set up. We had the sleeping bags unrolled into it, and I was getting ready to light the fire because it was sunset. I went out to get the firewood. When I got back to camp, I saw that Gardevoir was sitting next to the fire pit, looking tired. I put the wood in the pit in a way that would allow air through, lit it and in no time we had a nice fire going. We were both pretty hungry so I set up the rack and the skillet and started cooking her dinner.
When it was finished, I put it on a plate and handed it to her, then I got out my rice and started to eat it.
When we were both finished, the sun had set and the moon was rising in its place, reflecting over the water. I sat down on the edge of the land and looked out at it. A few minutes later, Gardevoir joined me, sitting at my right.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I asked.
"Jack, I have an important question, and I want you to answer me truthfully."
That was kind of sudden. "Anything, Gard."
"Do you love me?"
This question was something I had an answer for. "Gardevoir, I do love you. Haven't I told you that before?"
"No, Jack. I know you love me, but I mean... Love me."
I looked up to see that she was tearing up. I hadn't expected this question. It took a few moments of thinking, but I realized that I did, in fact love her more than any human on the planet.
"Gardevoir... I do love you. I love you more than anything in the world."
She looked at me in disbelief. "Do you mean it?"
"Of course, Gard."
She burst into tears, in a slow, subtle way. I wanted to carry through with the normal maneuver I always did when she was upset. Just give her space. But this time, I felt as though that wasn't going to cut it. She wanted proof that I loved her, and I had to provide it.
I reached over and held her hand. At this, she looked up at me, a single final tear streaking down her cheek. We slowly neared each other until our lips finally met and locked. At first, we just pecked a few times but she eventually slipped her tongue into my mouth. I rolled with it.
When the kiss was broken, Gardevoir said, "Jack, there's something I haven't been telling you."
I was still holding her hand. She started to massage it with her thumb. "You can tell me anything, Gardevoir."
"The reason why I've been acting distracted and strange lately is... Well... I'm in heat."
"I had a feeling, Gardevoir. Do you know how obvious you've been making it?"
"Well, it's the first time it's happened to me. I just feel like I need some sort of release and I can't obtain it."
I thought this was strange. She was a mature Pokemon, but the fact that she'd never acted the way she had been lately confirmed her statement.
I looked deep into her eyes. "Gardevoir, I will do anything it takes to make you happy."
Her voice made the most sudden change from sad and shy to seductive. "I'll never be completely happy unless you are too."
At this point she moved her free hand to my bulge and ran over it with her palm. This took me by surprise because of how sudden it was but she could tell by my tilt of the head that she had my permission to do anything. She said, "Let's move to the tent, shall we?" A sinister smile ran across her face.
She led me into the tent and sat me down on our now stacked sleeping bags. She put the pillows on one end and me on the other. As soon as I was sitting down, she used psychic to drop her gown, revealing her beautiful body to me. I was shocked. I'd never really thought about what she would look like naked, and I sure as hell never imagined she'd be this attractive. Her hips were wide, her legs were long, and her breasts were perfect. Then she leaned down and stripped me. My shirt first. As soon as my shirt was off, I kissed her again. She removed my pants while we kissed. Then came my boxer-briefs. She broke the kiss and slid them off and gazed for a few seconds at my rigid cock.
"Let's see what I can do," she said,
I don't know how she taught herself, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She laid down next to me and slowly stroked my dick for about thirty seconds and just watched what she was doing. It felt great. I think she was using a skill of hers to make it feel twice as good as masturbating by myself. Then I leaned down and kissed her on the neck. She moaned a little in surprise. I slowly moved down until I was kissing her nipple. It was a tough island of pink on the softest ocean of white you could possibly imagine. She gasped and moaned from the sheer excitement of it. Then she took my hand off of my dick and I kissed her one final time before she moved south on me. I sat up at a 45 degree angle so I could watch her. Just her sheer beauty was a major turn-on at this point, and the fact that she was finally acting like herself again was a bonus.
"Please take it slow." I said with sarcastic worry.
"Oh, I'll try my best." She let out a girly laugh and raised her eyebrow just the way I liked.
She sat on her knees and got to work. She leaned down and kissed my tip, causing me to sigh due to the sudden burst of pleasure. But I knew there was more to come. She slowly-oh... so... slowly moved her warm lips down my shaft until she could go no further. Then she came up as slowly as she'd gone down. She repeated this until she saw that I could take no more of this torture and then she finally began to speed up. Shortly after she sped up, she started moaning quietly, as she'd slid a hand down to her soaking crease and started to rub it. After a few minutes of this, I was finally getting close.
"Gard, I'm about to-"
I was interrupted by an unintentional gasp as two streams of hot cum shot down her throat. She pulled her head away from it so another one shot straight up and landed all over my crotch, some of it just dripping out. She wasted no time in using her tongue to clean every single drop off of me. I cringed in pleasure every time she touched the tip, now overly sensitive from the freshly finished orgasm.
"Okay, Jack. Now it's my turn."
She then got up and leaned against... Nothing. She used psychic to make a hard surface beneath her hands which she then leaned against, forming a right angle. This angle put her beautiful, smooth, shiny, white ass in the air, with her legs spread just far enough to spread her flower with her fingers. She waved her ass a little, and just the sight had me aroused harder than the previous time a few seconds ago. I knelt down behind her and kissed her spread flower, using my fingers to spread it so she could just relax. She groaned loudly with pleasure at any light touch to this sensitive area. I wasted no time with introduction; I got straight to work pleasuring her as quickly as I could. I started off licking her clitoris because I knew it was the most sensitive area, but I soon tasted the most amazing substance I'd encountered to that day-gardevoir's pussy juice. It was thick and creamy, sweet and delicious. It tasted almost like bananas and it smelled like it too. I decided I would have to enjoy this myself as much as her. I moved up and began to lick deep into her hole, swallowing as much of the fantastic substance as I could manage to. I didn't want a single drop to hit the ground.
As I lapped away at the substance, Gardevoir grew closer and closer to orgasm. I looked up to find that she was resting her head on her arms, stifling her moans the slightest bit. At some point it finally became too much for her and she came in my face, almost screaming in delight and pleasure. I caught as much of it as I could in my mouth but as hard as I tried, quite a bit of it still fell to the ground.
As Gard came down from her orgasm, she sank to the floor and moaned between deep breaths, while I went and laid down on the sleeping bags. Needless to say, we were both quite tired. I had a full view of her and my vision, so I got ready as she began to crawl over to me lustfully. First she kissed me, and I kissed her. It rejuvenated me back to full strength. It was becoming more and more obvious that I really was in love with her. Then she positioned herself in the cowgirl position as she prepared to take my wood. She held it at first so that only the head was inside, just barely. Then she slowly-again, oh... so... slowly introduced my rock-hard dick to the inside of her tight virgin pussy. Virgin is a key word. She stopped for a second at the wall known as the hymen and then dropped, shouting in simultaneous pain and pleasure, but mostly the latter.
I was going to ask her something along the lines of, 'Are you okay?' but I couldn't bring myself to do so. My breath was stolen by the amazing sensation of her sex hugging mine as it slid up and down. She seemed to be enjoying herself very much. She moved faster and faster every minute. The masculine part of my brain, however, told me that it was time for me to take control... To show her who runs the show.
I grabbed onto her hips and swapped places with her. Missionary position. She didn't exactly argue, either. As I began the thrusting motion that she'd previously had control over, she reached up and hooked her arms around my neck like she was hanging on for dear life. As she slowly drew nearer to orgasm, her moans became too much for me to handle. My male brain reacted by kick-starting the orgasm process. As the immense pleasure overtook me, her flower's walls seemed to squeeze my member while she had the most amazing trembling orgasm of her current life. Needless to say, I kept going to spread it out for her as long as I could, with about 5 more shaky thrusts before I went limp and was pushed out of her. I leaned down and kissed her for a few seconds, and then we fell asleep together in the warmth of our steamy tent, with the scent of our love wafting into our nostrils.
The next morning, I woke up cold. I was still naked, and even though her body heat had kept me warm for the most part, the entire backside of my body was still quite chilly. I got up and took my clothes out of my backpack and put them on. As I left the tent, I looked back at my sleeping lover. I turned around, put her dress over her for warmth, and then left the tent. The fire had died late the previous night and so the pan and rack were cool enough to put away. As I did, the ruckus must have awakened Gardevoir, as she came out of the tent in her gown once more.
As soon as I had the tent put away, we set off for home, making our time with one another last as long as we could. I carried the cooking supplies, because frankly, Gardevoir looked a little sore.
"How are you feeling, Gard?" I asked with a tone of care.
"I feel great, Jack. I've never felt better in my life. And, uh... By the way..."
"Yeah?"
"Just because that wave is over doesn't mean I'm finished with you yet. So be ready at any time."
"Is that a challenge?"
She smiled and hugged me, we kissed, and we walked the rest of the way home as slowly as we desired, holding hands, knowing that our adventures together, both as travelers and as lovers, were very, very far from over.Chapter End Notes:I hope you guys enjoyed this. It took only about five hours to write and it was kind of spontaneous. I'm already formulating the next chapters in my head, and if I get enough positive responses I'll try doing some requests. All constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and can be e-mailed to me through the e-mail linked to this account