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The Secret Ingredient is Love
THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE THREE MONTHS AFTER THE EVENTS OF CHAPTER 3
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After waking up, I sat up and looked around. Gardevoir was snoozing soundly on the bed as she always did. I got up out of the bed as quietly as I could, for fear of waking her, and tiptoed across the room. Once I'd reached the living room, I looked out the window to survey the current weather. Today was an important day in my world if there ever was one. Today was the day I was going to leave the house and travel with Gardevoir. We'd been exercising almost every day until about a month ago, when we both just decided we'd done enough. We could both run for about 10 minutes without stopping and since we'd have no reason to run anyway we'd be fine. Gardevoir was strong enough mentally to take out just about any wild Pokemon that dared challenge us and I could throw a pretty strong punch myself.
I wasn't planning on it, but I'd also learned to play the guitar pretty well. It was Gard's decision. She just brought it up one day, and I said that if she really wanted me to learn to play it, I would. She wanted me to, so I did.
It was sunny outside. Not a cloud in the sky. Today was meant to happen. I imagined all of the things we would do out on the trails, just wandering between cities. The long walks, watching the stars, telling stories, picking berries (something that Gard had proved she could do more than well enough multiple times on other "test camping trips"), starting fires with ease, doing first-aid... Even the bad things were coming up. It was all part of the experience. If things went my way, there would be no injuries early in. I didn't like to think about Gardevoir getting hurt, but everybody knows that sometimes shit happens. I'd just tried to always be prepared for it.
I jerked out of my daydreaming when I heard Gard coming down the stairs.
"How's it going, sleepyhead?" I loved to tease her.
"It's going great, Jack." Apparently she didn't get it.
I stood and examined her for a few seconds. She'd really gotten fit during the time that we'd been exercising. Her gown was split down the sides (something she started doing a while back to get more comfortable when sleeping), and the legs she was displaying were more muscular. I think that she'd previously thought that they were fat or something, even if they weren't. Women are not my profession.
I walked over and kissed her, and then backed away to say something.
"Today's the day, Gard." I looked deep into her blood-red ruby eyes. They were happy, blissful almost. But not surprised.
"I know. When are we leaving?"
"Soon. Do you want coffee, or do you want to start weening off of it now?" She slapped my belly playfully at this comment and backed away. A while back, I'd bought her a coffee maker to help her wake up. She'd grown dependent on it.
"I won't... I won't drink any. You're right. I want to stop cold turkey."
"Well, we're not bringing it with us, so you can pick whether you want a headache today or tomorrow." I'd already gone through the process of not drinking caffeine after becoming dependent like her. It was not pleasant. Every day was glazed over with headaches that nothing could cure. It made exercising a serious pain and I got pretty lethargic during that week. But some people take only a day, or up to a month.
"I want today to be perfect. Warm it up." I understood. I kind of wanted some, too, just to be able to sit down and drink with her. I loved every moment I spent with her. I loved talking to her, and just looking at her. Being in the same room as her put me in a state of the purest joy you can imagine. Just knowing that she was in the room with me brought forth images of spending time with her, of our lives together.
I set up the machine, let it brew and then poured two mugs. I brought them to the table and set them down, sitting next to her. Without speaking, we both started to sip at the coffee. Every time she took a sip, I took a sip. I leaned over the table and copied her every move. She giggled and I giggled. Eventually we were both sitting there laughing at how childish we were. We were almost always happy together.
I washed out our mugs and went into the living room to find Gard rummaging through her bag, with a straight look on her face. She was making sure she had everything, we would be leaving soon. I should've been doing the same thing, but I decided to make sure everything was locked up. I'd put everything we weren't bringing with us in a space under the floorboards in a locked closet. I checked on it, then turned and looked through my bag. I had everything. We were officially ready to go.
I'd figured leaving the house on our journey would be more climactic, more exciting, but it wasn't. It just felt right. Fate had chosen to push me through the door and assure me I would never be turning around, with my lover at my side all the way. We left the street and walked on the dusty trail away from town, past the Pokemon Center, past the general store, and the houses started showing up less often until we were finally officially out. We were about to reach the place where we'd admitted our love to each other so long ago. I was thinking about it, and she knew.
She was the first one to break the silence. "Do you want to just... Spend the day at our first campsite? I mean, as a test to make sure we brought everything?"
"Sure." Not only was that already what I was thinking, it was actually a pretty good idea. We made the turn and ended up at the place that was held so sacred to us, only about 15 minutes from the place we used to live. We set up camp and we were prepared for anything at noon. I was getting pretty hungry, but Gard and I agreed not to bring any food along with us. We would make it with what we had. Gard (again) read my thoughts and realized I was getting hungry. She got out one of her books and started to read. I was feeling curious, so I peeked at the spine of the book:
SURVIVAL: PLANTS, BERRIES AND FRUITS. The subtitle read, FOODS TO LIVE OFF OF AND THE EFFECTS OF THOSE TO AVOID.
A good choice. I wondered what she'd bought when she'd gone out the other day. I set up the fire while she set out with her book to gather ingredients for one of her stews. She'd always refused to let me even touch them during the cooking process. They were her deal entirely. Not that it was a problem, they always turned out great. She started carrying spices around in her bag a few trips ago. Five minutes hadn't gone by and I had a fire going. Another two minutes later, Gard came back to the campsite with a bucket of fresh water from a nearby stream and a handful of berries and nuts of different colors and sizes. She poured the water, dropped in the ingredients and stirred with a wooden spoon.
She was flipping through the book when she came across a page with a tall, grass-like plant illustrated on it. When she saw the picture, she looked back up toward where she'd gone, signifying that she'd seen this ingredient. Obviously pleased by the description, an almost devious smile crept across her face while she read it. She planted a bookmark in the spot and skipped off to her previous location. She was such a girl.
Part of me wanted to open the book and see what she'd read, but I knew that if she came back while I was reading it the consequences could've been dire. As far as I knew, there wasn't a girl in the world that liked having someone look through her stuff. So I just sat and waited her to come back from scavenging. I busied myself with setting up a fishing rod. Maybe I could eat some Magikarp tonight.
When she arrived, I gaped at how much of the plant she'd brought back. She had about two handfuls of the plant, which she dumped into the pot without thinking twice. She looked up as though something startled her, and then looked over at me. She blushed and giggled.
"I'm not going to tell you." She went back to stirring her stew.
She'd gone into my mind again, whether or not she'd realized it. She knew that I was curious about it. I knew that she wasn't going to budge. So I cast my attention back to my fishing. The moment I would feel a nibble, I would pull the hook out of the water. But the fish weren't biting today. I was interrupted from my fishing by a noise very close behind me. I relaxed, however, when I remembered Gardevoir was right there a moment ago. She sat down next to me and watched me fish. She was thinking about something very sentimental. Both of our minds were linked, but she had to be feeling very much of whatever emotion before I could sense it. It was pretty much the opposite with me. Every thought could be read.
Finally, I decided to feed my curiosity. "What are you thinking about?"
"Look around, Jack. Do you recognize this place?"
Before she was done talking, I was cast into my own flashback. I was not fishing, just sitting there, staring at the moonlight bouncing off of the water. She was crying. She was embarrassed and worried. I took my hand and grabbed hers, and felt the worry fade away into relaxation, and then I kissed her and felt it fade into bliss. I came out of my flashback to realize that I was indeed kissing her. She was kissing me back. The sorrow and caution I'd felt from the flashback drifted away. I broke the kiss. She blushed and shrugged into herself a little.
"You're such a romantic, Jack..." She said this in her sarcastic voice. I knew that she'd brought the flashback into my mind.
"You didn't have to do that. I remember every detail of that night..." My stomach growled again. I was getting uncomfortably hungry. "Um..."
"One O'clock." She was getting better at it every day. This stew was going to take longer to cook than the others she'd made. I wondered why, and my thoughts shifted over to the herb she'd added at the last minute.
"I told you already," she reached over and touched my chin, her fingertips grazing my five o'clock shadow. "I'm not telling you."
"Fine." I went back to my fishing, feigning anger or arrogance. But she knew I really wanted to know, so my tricks weren't going to work on her. She giggled and got up to stir her stew.
When one o'clock came around, I got out my bowl and got ready to be served. She sifted out the herb she added, which had floated to the top, and threw it into the bushes nearby. She gave me a ladle of the stew and I sat down to eat. I really was hungry. The incredible smell that this herb had produced was making my mouth water. I sniffed the bowl up close. It was a little spicy, a little raw, like meat cooking. I took a bite. Every one of my taste buds threw a fucking party with cake and presents. It was a salty, spicy, sour, mix of nuts and berries. Imagine seasoned salt on steroids.
After I swallowed my mouthful of food, I decided to compliment the chef as I always had. "Gard, you've really outdone yourself this time. What was that herb you added?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow. And thank you." I knew that she was saying that to get me to shut up. I had to find out what it was. Maybe after she went to bed, I would reach into her bag, and...
She shot me an angry glare before getting up and taking the book somewhere where I wouldn't find it. Fuck. I had to get used to not thinking. She came back and sat down to eat the rest of the meal.
Once we were both finished, I took the bowls to wash and thanked her again. On my way to the stream where I'd wash them, I started to feel sleepy. It was normal. I always did after she made a meal. A stomach full of hot food will do that. I washed the dishes and went back to the tent to lay down, like always. But something very different happened this time. I fell asleep.
"I am dreaming," I said to myself. I knew it was true. I had fallen asleep and was dreaming. I got up and left the tent to find that I was sitting outside eating with Gardevoir. She shot the copy of me an angry look and got up to do something. Good. My dream was telling me where her book was. I followed her over to the space under the tent, behind where we slept. She tucked it under the tent and went back to eat with me. I looked at us and smiled blissfully. We looked so happy together.
Upon awakening, I didn't move. I was still very tired. I instead focused my energy into looking around. Gardevoir was laying next to me, asleep. That was strange. She normally went out and did God-knows-what while I rested from eating. I slowly sat up and left the tent, trying yet again to do so without waking her.
I had to piss. I went a few yards away from the tent and started to leak. Looking around, it appeared that only a few hours had passed. Still, that was much more than normal. My estimate was that it was five o'clock. For a moment I felt guilty about sleeping away so much of Gard's first day traveling. While my thoughts drifted around, I started to realize that I had been done pissing and I was just standing there with my pants down. Maybe it was because I had just woke up, or something.
I remembered the book and went to get it. I carefully crept up on the tent, making sure not to wake its inhabitant. I slid my hand under, quietly. Carefully. I slowly pulled the book from under the tent and then quietly crept away. I was only a few yards away from the tent when I opened it and found the page that she'd marked.
Common name: LANTAKAIMA.
Clear differences from other herbs: Dulled color, weakness and dead appearance year-round.
Taste: Adds salty, spicy, and sweet can be brought out with the use of other ingredients.
I gulped nervously at the unexpected length of the following paragraph.
Effects: If used in moderation, it is a well-known sleep inducer. If too much is used, it can even bring about heart failure or death. It can only kill if the entire plant is eaten. Most who consume it fall asleep for about three hours before waking up. To prevent any negative side-effects, remove the plant from the dish after cooking if possible. The flavor will stay behind. This plant is known to target the nervous system of anyone who eats it, and the effects of consumption differ by gender.
I was starting to see where this was headed. I'd heard about this before.
In a male of any species, it will dull all senses in the body except for pleasure. However, if the pleasure is sexual in nature, it will delay the climax. In women, it does the same, but it speeds up the climax process if any sexual pleasure is experienced. It is common to use this herb before planned sexual intercourse, but it is also common to use in recipes as a generally good spice or additive. Some people also experience minor hallucinations. The effects of the herb will generally only work once a week or less often in some cases. Do not burn. Breathing in smoke created by this plant can cause respiratory failure.
I closed the book. "Why would she do this?" I asked myself under my breath. "She could always just ask."
I found it even more strange because as of two months ago, she was no longer in heat. We still had sex every few days, but that's normal early in a relationship. I figured she just wanted to try something knew and she got some sort of joy out of thinking I wouldn't find out. I pinched myself on the arm, and sure enough I could not feel it. The normal sensation was replaced by a feeling not unlike the scratching of a bothersome itch. But my experiments were interrupted by Gard's hand groping at my genitals aggressively. I was not very startled, but I was sort of frightened that I was not feeling anything down there.
"So, you know what the herb did, don't you?" I felt nothing but excitement coming from her. Her hot breath was teasing my right ear. Even though I could barely feel any part of my body, I could clearly see that I was getting hard at an alarming rate.
"Yes. Let's go." I turned around and held her hand, leading her to the tent. I was quite confused. I was going through the motions. I was watching a film from my perspective and controlling my actions in real-time, but I was not controlling myself. I was allowing myself to control me.
I pushed her down onto the sleeping bags. I pulled her gown down off of her. I worked my way through the haze to get a mouthful of her welcoming crease. Her fluids tasted better than they ever had. It was like the flavor was magnified. Every lick caused my cheeks to tingle and the bottom of my tongue to twitch and contract. Her breaths were getting short. I wasn't at it for more than 25 seconds when she pumped quite an amount of her cum into my mouth. With my entire tongue covered in this strong-tasting fluid, I smiled from the sheer flavor. I went back down for round 2. The herb was doing its job, and well enough that I could probably get another orgasm out of her without any effort. Sure enough, after another minute or so her muscles tensed up to send out more of the fluid. Her groans were almost pained at this point. The herb made her very sensitive, and having two orgasms in a row can do it, too. I decided it was my turn, so I slowed my licks. I went all the way from the very bottom to the very top. Each lick caused a spasm and a squirm to come from her direction. I licked all the way up her body to her mouth, and we kissed.
She was blushing deeply. Through my blurred vision, it stuck out quite a bit. Her entire body was gray to me, but her nipples were bright pink and her cheeks were piercing red. We kissed for a moment more before she said, "Do it, Jack. Now." Or something to that extent.
I did. I placed the tip of my member at her entrance and thrust inward in one fluid motion, sending her into a blur of backward motion. Every motion was a blur. It honestly felt amazing. Sweat dripped down my stomach onto hers, causing waves of piercing cold to rock through my abdominals with each thrust. Each push caused the haze to move around her. I knew it was an illusion, but it was hypnotizing to watch. I saw her shout before I heard it. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed, followed by a scream of pleasure erupting from her lungs. It seemed to echo through the tent somehow. It seemed very distant. She was beginning to tighten around me, but I wasn't even close to done. She squeezed out a rather powerful orgasm, causing her cum to disperse all over me in a mist. It coated my groin and stomach, along with my thighs, causing more of the magnified cold with each thrust. I was in a world of strong feelings. Everything was amplified. Every sight, sound, scent, and touch felt like a dozen of whatever it was in reality. I couldn't wait for my orgasm, which was slowly coiling up at the tip of my length.
She squeezed again, releasing more of her heavy-scented liquid. It dripped to the floor this time. Her muscles were weakening. As far as the new, primal me was concerned, that meant it was time to hurry up. I started thrusting harder and harder, my dulled senses not telling me to stop. If anything, Gardevoir's shouts of pleasure were cheering me on, telling me to go faster. I pushed into her with a quicker and harder pace every second, causing more of the banana-scented fluid to drip from her crevasse. Every second I was being brought into ecstasy; every thrust was another step forward into a world of pleasure.
Finally, I started to reach my peak. Gardevoir's shouts reached higher tones and her body started to squirm and wriggle weakly. Her muscles tightened and convulsed around my shaft while I poured my seed into her. The lower half of my body was stricken by purple lightning, and I kept thrusting until the thunder wore off. Gardevoir sat there, mouth agape, until I pulled out and fell down next to her.
"How long is this going to last, Gard?" I asked between cold breaths.
"Just go to sleep, it'll wear off by tomorrow..." she said while she dozed off for the night.
That was something I could follow. I closed my eyes and almost immediately drifted off into dreamland. Hopefully tomorrow would be calm. I knew I was going to be tired.Chapter End Notes:Okay, guys. This is the last chapter with any smut, at least in this chapter. Also, I'm not sure if I need to add the "drug use" tag being that the only drug is entirely fictional. I'm adding it just in case. If anything is wrong here, just tell me
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After waking up, I sat up and looked around. Gardevoir was snoozing soundly on the bed as she always did. I got up out of the bed as quietly as I could, for fear of waking her, and tiptoed across the room. Once I'd reached the living room, I looked out the window to survey the current weather. Today was an important day in my world if there ever was one. Today was the day I was going to leave the house and travel with Gardevoir. We'd been exercising almost every day until about a month ago, when we both just decided we'd done enough. We could both run for about 10 minutes without stopping and since we'd have no reason to run anyway we'd be fine. Gardevoir was strong enough mentally to take out just about any wild Pokemon that dared challenge us and I could throw a pretty strong punch myself.
I wasn't planning on it, but I'd also learned to play the guitar pretty well. It was Gard's decision. She just brought it up one day, and I said that if she really wanted me to learn to play it, I would. She wanted me to, so I did.
It was sunny outside. Not a cloud in the sky. Today was meant to happen. I imagined all of the things we would do out on the trails, just wandering between cities. The long walks, watching the stars, telling stories, picking berries (something that Gard had proved she could do more than well enough multiple times on other "test camping trips"), starting fires with ease, doing first-aid... Even the bad things were coming up. It was all part of the experience. If things went my way, there would be no injuries early in. I didn't like to think about Gardevoir getting hurt, but everybody knows that sometimes shit happens. I'd just tried to always be prepared for it.
I jerked out of my daydreaming when I heard Gard coming down the stairs.
"How's it going, sleepyhead?" I loved to tease her.
"It's going great, Jack." Apparently she didn't get it.
I stood and examined her for a few seconds. She'd really gotten fit during the time that we'd been exercising. Her gown was split down the sides (something she started doing a while back to get more comfortable when sleeping), and the legs she was displaying were more muscular. I think that she'd previously thought that they were fat or something, even if they weren't. Women are not my profession.
I walked over and kissed her, and then backed away to say something.
"Today's the day, Gard." I looked deep into her blood-red ruby eyes. They were happy, blissful almost. But not surprised.
"I know. When are we leaving?"
"Soon. Do you want coffee, or do you want to start weening off of it now?" She slapped my belly playfully at this comment and backed away. A while back, I'd bought her a coffee maker to help her wake up. She'd grown dependent on it.
"I won't... I won't drink any. You're right. I want to stop cold turkey."
"Well, we're not bringing it with us, so you can pick whether you want a headache today or tomorrow." I'd already gone through the process of not drinking caffeine after becoming dependent like her. It was not pleasant. Every day was glazed over with headaches that nothing could cure. It made exercising a serious pain and I got pretty lethargic during that week. But some people take only a day, or up to a month.
"I want today to be perfect. Warm it up." I understood. I kind of wanted some, too, just to be able to sit down and drink with her. I loved every moment I spent with her. I loved talking to her, and just looking at her. Being in the same room as her put me in a state of the purest joy you can imagine. Just knowing that she was in the room with me brought forth images of spending time with her, of our lives together.
I set up the machine, let it brew and then poured two mugs. I brought them to the table and set them down, sitting next to her. Without speaking, we both started to sip at the coffee. Every time she took a sip, I took a sip. I leaned over the table and copied her every move. She giggled and I giggled. Eventually we were both sitting there laughing at how childish we were. We were almost always happy together.
I washed out our mugs and went into the living room to find Gard rummaging through her bag, with a straight look on her face. She was making sure she had everything, we would be leaving soon. I should've been doing the same thing, but I decided to make sure everything was locked up. I'd put everything we weren't bringing with us in a space under the floorboards in a locked closet. I checked on it, then turned and looked through my bag. I had everything. We were officially ready to go.
I'd figured leaving the house on our journey would be more climactic, more exciting, but it wasn't. It just felt right. Fate had chosen to push me through the door and assure me I would never be turning around, with my lover at my side all the way. We left the street and walked on the dusty trail away from town, past the Pokemon Center, past the general store, and the houses started showing up less often until we were finally officially out. We were about to reach the place where we'd admitted our love to each other so long ago. I was thinking about it, and she knew.
She was the first one to break the silence. "Do you want to just... Spend the day at our first campsite? I mean, as a test to make sure we brought everything?"
"Sure." Not only was that already what I was thinking, it was actually a pretty good idea. We made the turn and ended up at the place that was held so sacred to us, only about 15 minutes from the place we used to live. We set up camp and we were prepared for anything at noon. I was getting pretty hungry, but Gard and I agreed not to bring any food along with us. We would make it with what we had. Gard (again) read my thoughts and realized I was getting hungry. She got out one of her books and started to read. I was feeling curious, so I peeked at the spine of the book:
SURVIVAL: PLANTS, BERRIES AND FRUITS. The subtitle read, FOODS TO LIVE OFF OF AND THE EFFECTS OF THOSE TO AVOID.
A good choice. I wondered what she'd bought when she'd gone out the other day. I set up the fire while she set out with her book to gather ingredients for one of her stews. She'd always refused to let me even touch them during the cooking process. They were her deal entirely. Not that it was a problem, they always turned out great. She started carrying spices around in her bag a few trips ago. Five minutes hadn't gone by and I had a fire going. Another two minutes later, Gard came back to the campsite with a bucket of fresh water from a nearby stream and a handful of berries and nuts of different colors and sizes. She poured the water, dropped in the ingredients and stirred with a wooden spoon.
She was flipping through the book when she came across a page with a tall, grass-like plant illustrated on it. When she saw the picture, she looked back up toward where she'd gone, signifying that she'd seen this ingredient. Obviously pleased by the description, an almost devious smile crept across her face while she read it. She planted a bookmark in the spot and skipped off to her previous location. She was such a girl.
Part of me wanted to open the book and see what she'd read, but I knew that if she came back while I was reading it the consequences could've been dire. As far as I knew, there wasn't a girl in the world that liked having someone look through her stuff. So I just sat and waited her to come back from scavenging. I busied myself with setting up a fishing rod. Maybe I could eat some Magikarp tonight.
When she arrived, I gaped at how much of the plant she'd brought back. She had about two handfuls of the plant, which she dumped into the pot without thinking twice. She looked up as though something startled her, and then looked over at me. She blushed and giggled.
"I'm not going to tell you." She went back to stirring her stew.
She'd gone into my mind again, whether or not she'd realized it. She knew that I was curious about it. I knew that she wasn't going to budge. So I cast my attention back to my fishing. The moment I would feel a nibble, I would pull the hook out of the water. But the fish weren't biting today. I was interrupted from my fishing by a noise very close behind me. I relaxed, however, when I remembered Gardevoir was right there a moment ago. She sat down next to me and watched me fish. She was thinking about something very sentimental. Both of our minds were linked, but she had to be feeling very much of whatever emotion before I could sense it. It was pretty much the opposite with me. Every thought could be read.
Finally, I decided to feed my curiosity. "What are you thinking about?"
"Look around, Jack. Do you recognize this place?"
Before she was done talking, I was cast into my own flashback. I was not fishing, just sitting there, staring at the moonlight bouncing off of the water. She was crying. She was embarrassed and worried. I took my hand and grabbed hers, and felt the worry fade away into relaxation, and then I kissed her and felt it fade into bliss. I came out of my flashback to realize that I was indeed kissing her. She was kissing me back. The sorrow and caution I'd felt from the flashback drifted away. I broke the kiss. She blushed and shrugged into herself a little.
"You're such a romantic, Jack..." She said this in her sarcastic voice. I knew that she'd brought the flashback into my mind.
"You didn't have to do that. I remember every detail of that night..." My stomach growled again. I was getting uncomfortably hungry. "Um..."
"One O'clock." She was getting better at it every day. This stew was going to take longer to cook than the others she'd made. I wondered why, and my thoughts shifted over to the herb she'd added at the last minute.
"I told you already," she reached over and touched my chin, her fingertips grazing my five o'clock shadow. "I'm not telling you."
"Fine." I went back to my fishing, feigning anger or arrogance. But she knew I really wanted to know, so my tricks weren't going to work on her. She giggled and got up to stir her stew.
When one o'clock came around, I got out my bowl and got ready to be served. She sifted out the herb she added, which had floated to the top, and threw it into the bushes nearby. She gave me a ladle of the stew and I sat down to eat. I really was hungry. The incredible smell that this herb had produced was making my mouth water. I sniffed the bowl up close. It was a little spicy, a little raw, like meat cooking. I took a bite. Every one of my taste buds threw a fucking party with cake and presents. It was a salty, spicy, sour, mix of nuts and berries. Imagine seasoned salt on steroids.
After I swallowed my mouthful of food, I decided to compliment the chef as I always had. "Gard, you've really outdone yourself this time. What was that herb you added?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow. And thank you." I knew that she was saying that to get me to shut up. I had to find out what it was. Maybe after she went to bed, I would reach into her bag, and...
She shot me an angry glare before getting up and taking the book somewhere where I wouldn't find it. Fuck. I had to get used to not thinking. She came back and sat down to eat the rest of the meal.
Once we were both finished, I took the bowls to wash and thanked her again. On my way to the stream where I'd wash them, I started to feel sleepy. It was normal. I always did after she made a meal. A stomach full of hot food will do that. I washed the dishes and went back to the tent to lay down, like always. But something very different happened this time. I fell asleep.
"I am dreaming," I said to myself. I knew it was true. I had fallen asleep and was dreaming. I got up and left the tent to find that I was sitting outside eating with Gardevoir. She shot the copy of me an angry look and got up to do something. Good. My dream was telling me where her book was. I followed her over to the space under the tent, behind where we slept. She tucked it under the tent and went back to eat with me. I looked at us and smiled blissfully. We looked so happy together.
Upon awakening, I didn't move. I was still very tired. I instead focused my energy into looking around. Gardevoir was laying next to me, asleep. That was strange. She normally went out and did God-knows-what while I rested from eating. I slowly sat up and left the tent, trying yet again to do so without waking her.
I had to piss. I went a few yards away from the tent and started to leak. Looking around, it appeared that only a few hours had passed. Still, that was much more than normal. My estimate was that it was five o'clock. For a moment I felt guilty about sleeping away so much of Gard's first day traveling. While my thoughts drifted around, I started to realize that I had been done pissing and I was just standing there with my pants down. Maybe it was because I had just woke up, or something.
I remembered the book and went to get it. I carefully crept up on the tent, making sure not to wake its inhabitant. I slid my hand under, quietly. Carefully. I slowly pulled the book from under the tent and then quietly crept away. I was only a few yards away from the tent when I opened it and found the page that she'd marked.
Common name: LANTAKAIMA.
Clear differences from other herbs: Dulled color, weakness and dead appearance year-round.
Taste: Adds salty, spicy, and sweet can be brought out with the use of other ingredients.
I gulped nervously at the unexpected length of the following paragraph.
Effects: If used in moderation, it is a well-known sleep inducer. If too much is used, it can even bring about heart failure or death. It can only kill if the entire plant is eaten. Most who consume it fall asleep for about three hours before waking up. To prevent any negative side-effects, remove the plant from the dish after cooking if possible. The flavor will stay behind. This plant is known to target the nervous system of anyone who eats it, and the effects of consumption differ by gender.
I was starting to see where this was headed. I'd heard about this before.
In a male of any species, it will dull all senses in the body except for pleasure. However, if the pleasure is sexual in nature, it will delay the climax. In women, it does the same, but it speeds up the climax process if any sexual pleasure is experienced. It is common to use this herb before planned sexual intercourse, but it is also common to use in recipes as a generally good spice or additive. Some people also experience minor hallucinations. The effects of the herb will generally only work once a week or less often in some cases. Do not burn. Breathing in smoke created by this plant can cause respiratory failure.
I closed the book. "Why would she do this?" I asked myself under my breath. "She could always just ask."
I found it even more strange because as of two months ago, she was no longer in heat. We still had sex every few days, but that's normal early in a relationship. I figured she just wanted to try something knew and she got some sort of joy out of thinking I wouldn't find out. I pinched myself on the arm, and sure enough I could not feel it. The normal sensation was replaced by a feeling not unlike the scratching of a bothersome itch. But my experiments were interrupted by Gard's hand groping at my genitals aggressively. I was not very startled, but I was sort of frightened that I was not feeling anything down there.
"So, you know what the herb did, don't you?" I felt nothing but excitement coming from her. Her hot breath was teasing my right ear. Even though I could barely feel any part of my body, I could clearly see that I was getting hard at an alarming rate.
"Yes. Let's go." I turned around and held her hand, leading her to the tent. I was quite confused. I was going through the motions. I was watching a film from my perspective and controlling my actions in real-time, but I was not controlling myself. I was allowing myself to control me.
I pushed her down onto the sleeping bags. I pulled her gown down off of her. I worked my way through the haze to get a mouthful of her welcoming crease. Her fluids tasted better than they ever had. It was like the flavor was magnified. Every lick caused my cheeks to tingle and the bottom of my tongue to twitch and contract. Her breaths were getting short. I wasn't at it for more than 25 seconds when she pumped quite an amount of her cum into my mouth. With my entire tongue covered in this strong-tasting fluid, I smiled from the sheer flavor. I went back down for round 2. The herb was doing its job, and well enough that I could probably get another orgasm out of her without any effort. Sure enough, after another minute or so her muscles tensed up to send out more of the fluid. Her groans were almost pained at this point. The herb made her very sensitive, and having two orgasms in a row can do it, too. I decided it was my turn, so I slowed my licks. I went all the way from the very bottom to the very top. Each lick caused a spasm and a squirm to come from her direction. I licked all the way up her body to her mouth, and we kissed.
She was blushing deeply. Through my blurred vision, it stuck out quite a bit. Her entire body was gray to me, but her nipples were bright pink and her cheeks were piercing red. We kissed for a moment more before she said, "Do it, Jack. Now." Or something to that extent.
I did. I placed the tip of my member at her entrance and thrust inward in one fluid motion, sending her into a blur of backward motion. Every motion was a blur. It honestly felt amazing. Sweat dripped down my stomach onto hers, causing waves of piercing cold to rock through my abdominals with each thrust. Each push caused the haze to move around her. I knew it was an illusion, but it was hypnotizing to watch. I saw her shout before I heard it. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed, followed by a scream of pleasure erupting from her lungs. It seemed to echo through the tent somehow. It seemed very distant. She was beginning to tighten around me, but I wasn't even close to done. She squeezed out a rather powerful orgasm, causing her cum to disperse all over me in a mist. It coated my groin and stomach, along with my thighs, causing more of the magnified cold with each thrust. I was in a world of strong feelings. Everything was amplified. Every sight, sound, scent, and touch felt like a dozen of whatever it was in reality. I couldn't wait for my orgasm, which was slowly coiling up at the tip of my length.
She squeezed again, releasing more of her heavy-scented liquid. It dripped to the floor this time. Her muscles were weakening. As far as the new, primal me was concerned, that meant it was time to hurry up. I started thrusting harder and harder, my dulled senses not telling me to stop. If anything, Gardevoir's shouts of pleasure were cheering me on, telling me to go faster. I pushed into her with a quicker and harder pace every second, causing more of the banana-scented fluid to drip from her crevasse. Every second I was being brought into ecstasy; every thrust was another step forward into a world of pleasure.
Finally, I started to reach my peak. Gardevoir's shouts reached higher tones and her body started to squirm and wriggle weakly. Her muscles tightened and convulsed around my shaft while I poured my seed into her. The lower half of my body was stricken by purple lightning, and I kept thrusting until the thunder wore off. Gardevoir sat there, mouth agape, until I pulled out and fell down next to her.
"How long is this going to last, Gard?" I asked between cold breaths.
"Just go to sleep, it'll wear off by tomorrow..." she said while she dozed off for the night.
That was something I could follow. I closed my eyes and almost immediately drifted off into dreamland. Hopefully tomorrow would be calm. I knew I was going to be tired.Chapter End Notes:Okay, guys. This is the last chapter with any smut, at least in this chapter. Also, I'm not sure if I need to add the "drug use" tag being that the only drug is entirely fictional. I'm adding it just in case. If anything is wrong here, just tell me