The Twelve Roses
:Authors Notes:
Ah, yes. The moment i'm sure some of you have been waiting for! The sex scene I promised is here! (Though it won't be the last.) Please enjoy! :)
Chapter 10: The Twelve Roses
"Tony, can I talk to you?", Meil asked, walking over to stand beside Tony, who was leaning against a wall, sipping punch from a glass and looking bored. "Hm? Oh, hey Meil. What is it?" Meil leaned on the wall also, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"You're older than me, so I was hoping I could get some wisdom from an adult." Tony looked amusedly over at Meil. "Well, i'll see what can do. So, what kind of 'wisdom' are we talking about here?"
"Well, you know, about girls.", Meil explained. "Ah, of course.", Tony nodded, taking another sip of punch. "So what do you want to know about girls?", he asked. "Well,", Meil started awkwardly.
"I wanted to know, if you loved a girl. Not just like her, but I mean really 'love' her.", he said, putting emphasis on the word "love". "How would you tell her that?" Tony laughed, finishing the rest of his punch. "Why? You want to tell Kyra?"
Meil pretended to be fascinated in his shoes. "And if I am?" Tony scratched his chin, thinking hard. "Hm, well. There is a trick I learned. I sort of sophisticated yet romantic way of saying, 'I love you'. It's a trick that will sweep any little lady off her feet."
"What is it?", Meil asked excitedly. "Hang on. I'll be right back.", Tony said, and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. Meil tried to get a glimpse of what he was doing, but he could not see him through the thick masses of people blocking his view. Meil suddenly saw a dark, curly head bobbing in the crowd, and Meil dashed to Tony, who was holding a bundle of roses in his hand.
When he saw Meil, he handed over the roses saying, "Here you go. Eleven real roses, and one fake one." Meil stared down at the roses. "Why is one of them fake?", he asked. Tony smirked. "See, here's what you do. Make sure you and Kyra are alone together, in a room, or a hallway, it doesn't matter. Then you give her the roses."
Meil rolled his eyes. "But that's so cliched."
"No, but wait. After you give her the roses, you look into her eyes and say, 'I will love you until the last rose dies.' It's a really good technique because the last rose will never die, because it's fake. It's a way of saying that you'll love her forever." Meil beamed at Tony in amazement.
"That's perfect!", he said, practically jumping in excitement. "Where is Kyra? I'm ready. I know I am!" Tony patted his shoulder in a fatherly fashion. "Well, last I saw her, she was getting some fresh air on a balcony on the second floor. If you can catch her there, that would be the perfect spot."
"Right! Second floor! Thanks, Tony!", Meil said quickly, breaking into a run out the ballroom and into a hallway that lead to a flight of stairs, the roses clutched tightly in his sweaty hands all the while. "Good luck!", Tony called to Meil before he disappeared up the stairs. "He is something else.", Tony muttered, smiling to himself.
Meil tumbled onto the balcony, panting and gasping for breath, wiping sweat off his brow, the roses held behind his back. Kyra was quietly gazing up into the stars from the balcony. "Kyra,", he gasped, straightening up and catching his breath, his glasses slipping down his sweaty nose. She turned, her dress flowing around her legs. "Meil, there you are!", she exclaimed joyously, walking up and embracing him.
"I got you something.", Meil said, finally able to control his breathing. She let go of him and looked up into his eyes. "What is it?" "Just something..." He forced himself to move his arm, and held out the 11 roses, with the one fake one. "These are for you." Kyra took the roses, and her face lit up.
"Oh, Meil! These are wonderful! Thank you! But, wait. One of them is fake. Why is there...?" Meil cleared his throat, smiled, and spoke the words Tony had told him to say in what he hoped was a romantic voice. "Kyra, I will love you until the last rose dies."
She looked up at him, as her mind comprehended what he'd just said. Meil was afraid she'd laugh, but instead, she broke into tears of emotion, holding the flowers to her chest. "Meil, that is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you too.", she said, wiping her eyes.
Then, all of the sudden, she walked up to Meil, who was taken my complete surprise. She held his face in her paws as she steered it towards his. Snaking her arms around him, she kissed him.
The kiss was held for what felt like an eternity to Meil, who's mind was being assaulted with blissful feelings that he could not explain. He had never felt anything like it. Absolute happiness beyond all things. Every worry, every thought all together exited his mind as he savored the moment as if it was his last day on earth.
When they finally parted, Kyra looked embarrassed, but Meil seemed to be in a trance. "How was that?", Kyra asked him in a soft voice. "Brilliant...", Meil whispered, the same way he had when he'd first seen her in her dress, a smile spreading across his flushed face.
After a few seconds, Meil recover enough from his first kiss enough to ask, "Why were you out here?" Kyra looked nervously down at her own feet. "Um, I just wanted some fresh air, that's all." Meil suddenly noticed something strange.
Her face was incredibly flushed, and she appeared to be breathing rather heavily. "Kyra, what wrong? You look sort of feverish.", he said, putting the back of his hand on her forehead. Kyra shook her head, the bell around her neck tinkling slightly. "No, I'm just a little hot. That's all. T-Thank you for the flowers." She quickly rushed off the balcony, and Meil watched her go, wonder if he'd said something wrong.
Meil felt a shaky tap on his shoulder as he poured himself a glass of punch, and saw Kyra standing behind him, her face still sweltering. "Meil, I need to tell you something right now. It's urgent.", she said desperately. As she dragged him to a corner of the ballroom where no one could overhear them, he could see that her legs were slightly buckled, as if she had to go to the bathroom rather badly.
"So, what's the problem?", Meil asked, taking a long sip from his glass. Taking a deep breath, Kyra said, "Meil, I'm in heat."
Meil spat his punch out in a spray, spattering it onto the floor and his suit. A few people looked disgusted as Meil stared at Kyra, punch dribbling down his chin. "You're in what!?" "In heat, Meil! It means I need to mate. Very badly...", and as she said this, her body shuddered, and she let out a small groan. "Oh, god..."
Meil looked around anxiously. He saw Tony dancing with Alice nearby, and ran to him. "Tony, I need you right now!", he said, tugging on Tony's sleeve. "Meil, I'm kind of in the middle of-"
"Just for a second! It's Kyra!", Meil begged. "I'll be right back.", he told Alice as he followed Meil to where Kyra stood, looking flustered.
"What is going on, Meil?", he asked, glancing at Kyra, who let out another groan of agony. "She says she's in heat.", Meil explained. Tony's eyebrows shot past his bangs. "You're serious?"
"Yes!", Meil said loudly, as Kyra slid to the floor, her legs twitching under her dress, breathing heavily. Tony looked completely lost for words. He let out a long sigh, running his finger through his hair as he thought. Meil wished he would stop thinking and come up with a solution all ready.
"Well, you could do it.", Tony said out of nowhere. "Do what?", Meil asked flatly. "Mate with her to relieve her heat. It's the only thing I can think of to be honest." Meil gawked at him, looking from Tony, to Kyra, and back to Tony. "You're kidding, right?", Meil asked, his tone slightly bemused in disbelief. Tony shook his head. "No, I'm not. It's something she can't help; a thing of nature."
Meil took his suggestion as if Tony had just told a very funny joke. "Okay, so what are you proposing I do?", he said with a slightly strangled laugh. Tony pointed to Kyra. "Take her to one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and remember to lock the door.
But before that, go into one of the bathrooms; you will find these little white pills in a dispenser. Give one to Kyra before you actually do it. It'll keep her from getting pregnant." Meil looked shocked by this bit of information. "I had no idea humans could impregnate Pokemon."
"Only ones of certain egg groups. Kyra, being a Lucario, her egg group would be, "Humanshape", one that is strongly compatible with humans." Meil stood staring down at Kyra, knowing now what he had to do. "I so cannot believe this.", Meil laughed to himself, shaking his head.
"Here, take this.", Meil said to Kyra, passing her the tiny white pill. She tossed it down, and panted, "Okay... let's hurry up. Oh, it's getting worse." Meil had chosen a large, vacant room with a queen sized, four-poster bed, with a dresser, a vanity, and a switch that could be rolled left and right to dim or brighten the lights.
The tones of earthy red gave the room a rather warm, comfortable feel. "I have no idea what room this is, but it looks like a bedroom, and no one was inside so I just decided..." Kyra had already walked shakily over to the bed, and was stripping off her dress with such urgency, she was tearing the dress at the seams.
"Wow, Kyra. Just calm down.", Meil advised, pulling off his stuffy tuxedo that he'd been wearing over his shirt. "I can't calm down... Ah, god... I need it now, Meil!" She had completely lost it now. She clutched the sheets in her paws, her body vibrating and writhing in agony.
"Meil, we need to do it now!" She was practically screaming now, and Meil put a finger to his lips, throwing nervous looks at the door. "Shhh... Kyra, keep it down." But Kyra grabbed his shirt and began furiously assisting in the removal of his clothes. Meil remained quite passive in this process, allowing her to remove his shirt, pants, and everything else.
Now he sat awkwardly naked on the edge of the bed, his arousal by Kyra somewhat obvious. Kyra did not seem to give a damn about foreplay, but lay down in the middle of the bed, her legs spread for him, her head resting on a pillow.
She began to rub herself, moaning in desire now mixed with the agony. Meil was somewhat mesmerized, watching Kyra as she tickled her womanhood with small gasps, a clear fluid leaking from between her legs, staining the sheets. "Kyra, I'm here.", he smiled, crouched over her, only inches from entering her body.
"Oh, Meil. Thank you...", she sighed, relief in her strangled voice. Meil felt himself shudder slightly as he entered past her warm, wet lips. He knew it was intense, but not this intense. He pushed farther, enjoying himself somewhat now, but he suddenly stopped.
"What is it?", Kyra asked him breathily. "Hang on, this will only hurt for a second.", he said soothingly, as he thrust inside her quickly, taking her virginity at last. She gasped as she felt the quick pain, though this was quickly overcome by the intensity of the experience yet again. Meil began to thrust slowly at first, Kyra letting out tiny gasps and moans with each pass.
Her breast were bouncing with the rhythm of each push. "Meil, please, faster... deeper...", was all she was able to moan, and Meil obeyed obediently, going so far in, he could feel his pelvis hit her thighs. It was nothing compared to kissing.
Heaven; absolutely the greatest thing he'd ever experienced. He began to thrust faster, building up momentum. Her insides were so tight, so warm and soft, it was almost unbearable. And by the noises Kyra was making, she was feeling a reasonably similar experience. The sensation seemed beyond existence. Meil closed his eyes, feeling as though he'd entered another world completely.
Their bodies seemed to have become tangled; tangled in a writhing pleasure. It was as if their bodies were connected, their love connecting them together, no matter how far they seemed from each other. Kyra wrapped her arms around his neck as he felt her warm fluids gushing over his crotch, her legs twitching as Meil began moving at full force.
Kyra's cries of ecstasy and pleasure were passionate and clear in his ears as he felt a sudden tightness below him. He was about to plant his seed inside her. He gasped in astonishment as he felt himself shoot his seed inside her, her wet walls milking him of every drop. He thrust to release as much as he had, Kyra crying out as she felt the warm liquid enter her.
And as this happened, he suddenly heard Kyra scream, and he felt the warm walls suddenly squeeze Meil. Then her spine bent as the intensity of her orgasm made her insane.
She pushed Meil's face into her breast as he felt a warm wave of fluid squirt past his member, soaking her legs, the sheets, and his legs. She shuddered as she released another jet of warm, sticky liquid. Finally, when her climax ended, and she began laughing through her panting. "O-Oh, Meil... Thank you. Thank you so much." Meil's flushed face, glistening with sweat, smiled down at her.
"Anytime.", he whispered.
Ah, yes. The moment i'm sure some of you have been waiting for! The sex scene I promised is here! (Though it won't be the last.) Please enjoy! :)
Chapter 10: The Twelve Roses
"Tony, can I talk to you?", Meil asked, walking over to stand beside Tony, who was leaning against a wall, sipping punch from a glass and looking bored. "Hm? Oh, hey Meil. What is it?" Meil leaned on the wall also, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"You're older than me, so I was hoping I could get some wisdom from an adult." Tony looked amusedly over at Meil. "Well, i'll see what can do. So, what kind of 'wisdom' are we talking about here?"
"Well, you know, about girls.", Meil explained. "Ah, of course.", Tony nodded, taking another sip of punch. "So what do you want to know about girls?", he asked. "Well,", Meil started awkwardly.
"I wanted to know, if you loved a girl. Not just like her, but I mean really 'love' her.", he said, putting emphasis on the word "love". "How would you tell her that?" Tony laughed, finishing the rest of his punch. "Why? You want to tell Kyra?"
Meil pretended to be fascinated in his shoes. "And if I am?" Tony scratched his chin, thinking hard. "Hm, well. There is a trick I learned. I sort of sophisticated yet romantic way of saying, 'I love you'. It's a trick that will sweep any little lady off her feet."
"What is it?", Meil asked excitedly. "Hang on. I'll be right back.", Tony said, and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. Meil tried to get a glimpse of what he was doing, but he could not see him through the thick masses of people blocking his view. Meil suddenly saw a dark, curly head bobbing in the crowd, and Meil dashed to Tony, who was holding a bundle of roses in his hand.
When he saw Meil, he handed over the roses saying, "Here you go. Eleven real roses, and one fake one." Meil stared down at the roses. "Why is one of them fake?", he asked. Tony smirked. "See, here's what you do. Make sure you and Kyra are alone together, in a room, or a hallway, it doesn't matter. Then you give her the roses."
Meil rolled his eyes. "But that's so cliched."
"No, but wait. After you give her the roses, you look into her eyes and say, 'I will love you until the last rose dies.' It's a really good technique because the last rose will never die, because it's fake. It's a way of saying that you'll love her forever." Meil beamed at Tony in amazement.
"That's perfect!", he said, practically jumping in excitement. "Where is Kyra? I'm ready. I know I am!" Tony patted his shoulder in a fatherly fashion. "Well, last I saw her, she was getting some fresh air on a balcony on the second floor. If you can catch her there, that would be the perfect spot."
"Right! Second floor! Thanks, Tony!", Meil said quickly, breaking into a run out the ballroom and into a hallway that lead to a flight of stairs, the roses clutched tightly in his sweaty hands all the while. "Good luck!", Tony called to Meil before he disappeared up the stairs. "He is something else.", Tony muttered, smiling to himself.
Meil tumbled onto the balcony, panting and gasping for breath, wiping sweat off his brow, the roses held behind his back. Kyra was quietly gazing up into the stars from the balcony. "Kyra,", he gasped, straightening up and catching his breath, his glasses slipping down his sweaty nose. She turned, her dress flowing around her legs. "Meil, there you are!", she exclaimed joyously, walking up and embracing him.
"I got you something.", Meil said, finally able to control his breathing. She let go of him and looked up into his eyes. "What is it?" "Just something..." He forced himself to move his arm, and held out the 11 roses, with the one fake one. "These are for you." Kyra took the roses, and her face lit up.
"Oh, Meil! These are wonderful! Thank you! But, wait. One of them is fake. Why is there...?" Meil cleared his throat, smiled, and spoke the words Tony had told him to say in what he hoped was a romantic voice. "Kyra, I will love you until the last rose dies."
She looked up at him, as her mind comprehended what he'd just said. Meil was afraid she'd laugh, but instead, she broke into tears of emotion, holding the flowers to her chest. "Meil, that is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you too.", she said, wiping her eyes.
Then, all of the sudden, she walked up to Meil, who was taken my complete surprise. She held his face in her paws as she steered it towards his. Snaking her arms around him, she kissed him.
The kiss was held for what felt like an eternity to Meil, who's mind was being assaulted with blissful feelings that he could not explain. He had never felt anything like it. Absolute happiness beyond all things. Every worry, every thought all together exited his mind as he savored the moment as if it was his last day on earth.
When they finally parted, Kyra looked embarrassed, but Meil seemed to be in a trance. "How was that?", Kyra asked him in a soft voice. "Brilliant...", Meil whispered, the same way he had when he'd first seen her in her dress, a smile spreading across his flushed face.
After a few seconds, Meil recover enough from his first kiss enough to ask, "Why were you out here?" Kyra looked nervously down at her own feet. "Um, I just wanted some fresh air, that's all." Meil suddenly noticed something strange.
Her face was incredibly flushed, and she appeared to be breathing rather heavily. "Kyra, what wrong? You look sort of feverish.", he said, putting the back of his hand on her forehead. Kyra shook her head, the bell around her neck tinkling slightly. "No, I'm just a little hot. That's all. T-Thank you for the flowers." She quickly rushed off the balcony, and Meil watched her go, wonder if he'd said something wrong.
Meil felt a shaky tap on his shoulder as he poured himself a glass of punch, and saw Kyra standing behind him, her face still sweltering. "Meil, I need to tell you something right now. It's urgent.", she said desperately. As she dragged him to a corner of the ballroom where no one could overhear them, he could see that her legs were slightly buckled, as if she had to go to the bathroom rather badly.
"So, what's the problem?", Meil asked, taking a long sip from his glass. Taking a deep breath, Kyra said, "Meil, I'm in heat."
Meil spat his punch out in a spray, spattering it onto the floor and his suit. A few people looked disgusted as Meil stared at Kyra, punch dribbling down his chin. "You're in what!?" "In heat, Meil! It means I need to mate. Very badly...", and as she said this, her body shuddered, and she let out a small groan. "Oh, god..."
Meil looked around anxiously. He saw Tony dancing with Alice nearby, and ran to him. "Tony, I need you right now!", he said, tugging on Tony's sleeve. "Meil, I'm kind of in the middle of-"
"Just for a second! It's Kyra!", Meil begged. "I'll be right back.", he told Alice as he followed Meil to where Kyra stood, looking flustered.
"What is going on, Meil?", he asked, glancing at Kyra, who let out another groan of agony. "She says she's in heat.", Meil explained. Tony's eyebrows shot past his bangs. "You're serious?"
"Yes!", Meil said loudly, as Kyra slid to the floor, her legs twitching under her dress, breathing heavily. Tony looked completely lost for words. He let out a long sigh, running his finger through his hair as he thought. Meil wished he would stop thinking and come up with a solution all ready.
"Well, you could do it.", Tony said out of nowhere. "Do what?", Meil asked flatly. "Mate with her to relieve her heat. It's the only thing I can think of to be honest." Meil gawked at him, looking from Tony, to Kyra, and back to Tony. "You're kidding, right?", Meil asked, his tone slightly bemused in disbelief. Tony shook his head. "No, I'm not. It's something she can't help; a thing of nature."
Meil took his suggestion as if Tony had just told a very funny joke. "Okay, so what are you proposing I do?", he said with a slightly strangled laugh. Tony pointed to Kyra. "Take her to one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and remember to lock the door.
But before that, go into one of the bathrooms; you will find these little white pills in a dispenser. Give one to Kyra before you actually do it. It'll keep her from getting pregnant." Meil looked shocked by this bit of information. "I had no idea humans could impregnate Pokemon."
"Only ones of certain egg groups. Kyra, being a Lucario, her egg group would be, "Humanshape", one that is strongly compatible with humans." Meil stood staring down at Kyra, knowing now what he had to do. "I so cannot believe this.", Meil laughed to himself, shaking his head.
"Here, take this.", Meil said to Kyra, passing her the tiny white pill. She tossed it down, and panted, "Okay... let's hurry up. Oh, it's getting worse." Meil had chosen a large, vacant room with a queen sized, four-poster bed, with a dresser, a vanity, and a switch that could be rolled left and right to dim or brighten the lights.
The tones of earthy red gave the room a rather warm, comfortable feel. "I have no idea what room this is, but it looks like a bedroom, and no one was inside so I just decided..." Kyra had already walked shakily over to the bed, and was stripping off her dress with such urgency, she was tearing the dress at the seams.
"Wow, Kyra. Just calm down.", Meil advised, pulling off his stuffy tuxedo that he'd been wearing over his shirt. "I can't calm down... Ah, god... I need it now, Meil!" She had completely lost it now. She clutched the sheets in her paws, her body vibrating and writhing in agony.
"Meil, we need to do it now!" She was practically screaming now, and Meil put a finger to his lips, throwing nervous looks at the door. "Shhh... Kyra, keep it down." But Kyra grabbed his shirt and began furiously assisting in the removal of his clothes. Meil remained quite passive in this process, allowing her to remove his shirt, pants, and everything else.
Now he sat awkwardly naked on the edge of the bed, his arousal by Kyra somewhat obvious. Kyra did not seem to give a damn about foreplay, but lay down in the middle of the bed, her legs spread for him, her head resting on a pillow.
She began to rub herself, moaning in desire now mixed with the agony. Meil was somewhat mesmerized, watching Kyra as she tickled her womanhood with small gasps, a clear fluid leaking from between her legs, staining the sheets. "Kyra, I'm here.", he smiled, crouched over her, only inches from entering her body.
"Oh, Meil. Thank you...", she sighed, relief in her strangled voice. Meil felt himself shudder slightly as he entered past her warm, wet lips. He knew it was intense, but not this intense. He pushed farther, enjoying himself somewhat now, but he suddenly stopped.
"What is it?", Kyra asked him breathily. "Hang on, this will only hurt for a second.", he said soothingly, as he thrust inside her quickly, taking her virginity at last. She gasped as she felt the quick pain, though this was quickly overcome by the intensity of the experience yet again. Meil began to thrust slowly at first, Kyra letting out tiny gasps and moans with each pass.
Her breast were bouncing with the rhythm of each push. "Meil, please, faster... deeper...", was all she was able to moan, and Meil obeyed obediently, going so far in, he could feel his pelvis hit her thighs. It was nothing compared to kissing.
Heaven; absolutely the greatest thing he'd ever experienced. He began to thrust faster, building up momentum. Her insides were so tight, so warm and soft, it was almost unbearable. And by the noises Kyra was making, she was feeling a reasonably similar experience. The sensation seemed beyond existence. Meil closed his eyes, feeling as though he'd entered another world completely.
Their bodies seemed to have become tangled; tangled in a writhing pleasure. It was as if their bodies were connected, their love connecting them together, no matter how far they seemed from each other. Kyra wrapped her arms around his neck as he felt her warm fluids gushing over his crotch, her legs twitching as Meil began moving at full force.
Kyra's cries of ecstasy and pleasure were passionate and clear in his ears as he felt a sudden tightness below him. He was about to plant his seed inside her. He gasped in astonishment as he felt himself shoot his seed inside her, her wet walls milking him of every drop. He thrust to release as much as he had, Kyra crying out as she felt the warm liquid enter her.
And as this happened, he suddenly heard Kyra scream, and he felt the warm walls suddenly squeeze Meil. Then her spine bent as the intensity of her orgasm made her insane.
She pushed Meil's face into her breast as he felt a warm wave of fluid squirt past his member, soaking her legs, the sheets, and his legs. She shuddered as she released another jet of warm, sticky liquid. Finally, when her climax ended, and she began laughing through her panting. "O-Oh, Meil... Thank you. Thank you so much." Meil's flushed face, glistening with sweat, smiled down at her.
"Anytime.", he whispered.