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The following takes place immediately after the events of chapter one.
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The walk home was slow, relaxing, and easier than the walk to the campsite. When we finally reached the front door of our home, I decided I would break the silence that had followed us all the way from camp, as I pushed the key into the lock and pulled the door open. "Home sweet home."

Gardevoir replied with a tired and whiny, "Finally."

"I told you you'd be tired." I walked in and began dropping the things off of my back. I took off my shoes and put them next to the bags. I noticed Gardevoir had moved in front of me. I looked up from my shoes and saw that she had a slightly annoyed but playful look on her face.

"It's your stupid ass that made me tired." It occurred to me that she would say something like that. She turned away from me and walked toward the couch, sprawling herself over it and finally relaxing. "Haven't you ever heard of being gentle?" She opened an eye and looked at me for a response.

"Oh, I'm sorry for not being more ladylike." I mimicked a curtsy and walked into the laundry room. I tossed my dirty clothes into the washer and started it. "By the way, I call the shower!"

"I was just about to say that, you fuckin'..." Her voice trailed off, I assume from being exhausted. On top of wearing ourselves out last night, anyone who's ever gone camping knows that you don't exactly wake up feeling refreshed and energetic the next morning.

I walked out into the living room to see that she'd fallen asleep. I was right. The fact of the matter was that we were both too weak right now to travel; we needed to train. I had purchased a treadmill and some weight sets a while back, but we didn't have room for them anywhere so I kind of stowed them in the attic.

I went into the bathroom, stripped, bathed, dried off, and got into new clothes for the day. The whole process took less than ten minutes, so I went ahead and tossed my other outfit into the wash with the first. When I came out to the living room, I saw that Gard hadn't even moved since I'd last left. Honestly, I didn't feel like waking her up just to get her into the shower. She'd never been much of a morning person. Instead, I plopped down onto the loveseat across the room from her. It didn't take long for me to slip into a sort of exhausted unconsciousness.

When I woke up, I immediately knew that it had been a few hours. Maybe less. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was noon. Gard had disappeared, so I shrugged it off figuring she'd gone to her bed. I quickly realized that I was not right this time when I heard a noise come from my room. 'She's probably just looking for something,' I thought. I closed my eyes to go back to sleep, but I failed. I was no longer tired enough to sleep on a loveseat. I craved the comfort of my queen-size. The room seemed to lose its color as I jumped off of the couch and nearly fainted from the head rush, putting me out of commission for a few seconds.

After that ordeal, I decided to go to my room and see what Gard was doing. I quietly walked up the stairs so as not to startle her only to see that she was in my bed, asleep. "What the-" I said it before I could stop myself, waking her up. She sat up slowly with a tired look on her face. When our eyes met, she saw that I was confused about her little change of locale. I was no longer confused about why she was in my room when the sheet covering her body drifted down, revealing her beautiful chest in all of its naked glory.

"I know it's a little bit of a cliche... But I figured I would move in here since we're kind of hurting for space." She got up and walked toward me, covering herself with the sheet, like a makeshift gown of sorts. "We can use my old room as the training room." She reached a hand out and touched my face. I tried to maintain my composure, but I was still getting quite aroused.

"Okay, Gard. That makes perfect sense. You're trying out my bed because you want to share it." I looked at the thin sheet that divided our worlds. "But why are you doing it naked?"

She looked down at herself and dropped the sheet to the floor, revealing herself to me. "Persuading material."

"You know, you could've just a-" I was interrupted by a long, passionate kiss from her. She wasted no time in getting me as bare as she was. She pulled my shirt off and broke the kiss while doing so.

"Then consider this my thank you." She proceeded to pull my pants down after unbuttoning them. She dropped to her knees after kissing me one last time, loving but sort of rushed. My boxers were only in the way for a few seconds. Tossing them aside, she grabbed my erect dick and stroked it quickly, gripping it just enough not to hurt at all.

"You know Gard," I said looking down at her. "You're the one who told me to be more gentle. Maybe you should try it."

She stopped what she was doing, looked up at me, and said, "I'm sorry for not being more ladylike," mocking me.

She then engulfed the whole thing in her mouth. She knew exactly how to get this done quickly. She started stroking with her hands and sucking with her mouth, her hot breath teasing my shaft between her quick-moving fingers, barely noticeable compared to the warmth of her wet tongue, which was rubbing the sensitive underside of my head.

Things were adding up fast. But I had a different plan in mind for this time. I looked down and saw that she was blushing again, a look of almost anguish on her face. Another wave of heat had taken her oer already.

"Gard," I tried to talk between pants. "How are you in another wave already?"

She stopped sucking but took over with her hand, stroking my well-lubricated rod with her hands. "It just happens. Now shut up and enjoy. Make sure you have energy for me afterward." She laughed her girly laugh and started sucking again.

"Okay, pushy..." I could've guessed that this wasn't just convincing material for moving in. She wanted to get fucked again.

The pleasure was really starting to get to me. My mind was starting to haze, like I was watching what was happening rather than being involved in it. I felt the sensation of orgasm starting to coil up.

"Here it comes, Gard..."

At this she started moving three times as fast as she already was. Needless to say, it pushed my orgasm to the front of the line and I shot my warm seed into her mouth, while she sucked on the head, intensifying the orgasm and taking the whole load on her tongue.

I fainted for a few seconds from the sheer pleasure I was feeling. I fell back onto the bed and felt my mind clear, and I lost all feeling except for the orgasm's sensitivity increase. I sat back up and watched Gardevoir swallow everything I'd given her all at once.

"I think I'm starting to like the way that tastes." She said with an innocent smile. Yeah, innocent.

"Really..." My head tilted back from exhaustion.

"Mhmm." She had that childish, playful tone in her voice again.

"Great."

"Jack... Get up." She whined.

"I don't wanna." I whined back. Then I felt her hand on my flaccid extension and I was aroused in mind, but not in body. My mind said, "Fuck her now," but my dick said, "I need a break, Jack."

"Jack..."

"Gard."

"Did you lie yesterday when you said you'd do anything to make me happy?"

Great. That was just what I needed. A guilt trip. I really did love her, and I've never accepted a challenge that I didn't think I could do. And she knew that I would please her, she just wanted me to hurry up and do it.

I groaned a little and got up from the bed. "Okay, Gard. Lay down on your back."

She complied immediately. I leaned over her and kissed her, then I moved down her body as slowly as I felt that I could, kissing every part of her all the way down until I reached her pussy. But I stopped. Because I wanted to tease her. I skipped the puss and moved over it to her leg, I kissed her slowly up the inner thigh until I was about to reach the sweet-scented orifice... And then I switched legs. I could hear the irritation in her moans of excitement. After repeating this a few times, I finally went ahead and started the dark deed which she'd requested.

First, I started at the bottom so I could lick up all of the fluid that she'd produced today that hadn't already dripped off. Then I pressed my tongue against it as hard as I felt necessary and I moved it slowly up to her clit. She moaned a long moan that got more high-pitched when I reached the top. She was dripping so much and moaning so much, between scent and sound I was starting to tune everything out. At that moment, there was nothing else. No bed, no room, just her and I. Eventually I could tell that she wanted me to speed up (based on the way that she was pushing my face into her crevasse) and I had no problem doing so. I licked and licked and licked as quick and hard as I could. She enjoyed it very much. I could feel her starting to tense up so I pushed my middle finger into hers and started stroking as fast as I could. She reacted by nearly squeezing it off with the force of her orgasm. For a minute or two I leaned down and licked any excess juices off while she continued to groan from the sensitivity.

"Oh, Jack... I changed my mind about being so gentle... I want you to fuck me like your life depended on it."

I stood up and got ready. Of course, I'd gotten quite aroused during my little licking session and so had she. As I prepared to make my entry, she leaned forward and grabbed my back, bracing for impact.

My first thrust was slow and steady. Gard moaned and squirmed at the feeling of it as each thrust grew less slow and steady and more fast and rough until eventually I was going as fast and hard as I could. She was loving it. She gripped onto me as hard as she could and shouted at me to keep going. She was cheering me on like she'd lose everything if I couldn't fuck the orgasm out of her. Each thrust was more rough, more wet, more heavily scented. I was again closing the visuals out of my world, like it was her and me and nothing else. After a little while of this, I could feel her starting to tighten. I wasn't that close yet, I had another plan for where I was gonna cum. As soon as she was completely finished with her body-rocking orgasm, I finally couldn't take any more and I pulled out of her. She knew exactly what to do.

She pushed me onto the bed and sucked until I couldn't take any more and she swallowed every drop of semen that came out of me, all at once. I was lost in a haze of good feelings and foggy thoughts and sights. Once she was completely done with me, she slowly pulled off of it and laid down next to me, at eye-level. I rolled over onto my side so I could just gaze into her deep, red eyes. We kissed one last time before I finally had something to say.

"Gard, you're a different girl in bed."

"I know. Something takes over, like instinct..." We were both kind of drowzy from our twenty-minute endeavor.

"We have to take a break from this, Gardevoir. I don't know how much more of this I can do."

"I know. But I think after today, based on the way you did things, it'll be a week or so before another wave hits. That's just my guess."

"Well, I don't mean THAT long..."

She interrupted me yet again for another kiss before we fell asleep, once more, in each other's sweet embrace, laying in the glow that we'd created.Chapter End Notes:I've only got a rough idea of what the entirety of the story is going to be like, but I can tell you this; it looks like it's going to be a six-chapter story, and the final two chapters are going to be sexless. I made this with a simple plan in my mind. Add a small detail to the story and include more sex. Another thing I'm having trouble with is deciding how to describe Gardevoir's personality. Is it like, spunky? But only to friends? I don't know. I'm still editing everything, even after I upload it