Chapter 1 - From a Cinder to a Flame
"Alright, use discharge!"
The pokemon loosed a powerful burst of sky blue electricity at its intended target, a Seviper that was too slow to get out of the way. Electricity danced over its skin, and once the attack ended the snake collapsed on the ground. The injuries weren't serious, and Seviper would be up and about in an hour or two. A young boy examined the fallen poison pokemon from a distance, having decided that it made excellent practice for his own pokemon.
Marcus Tome's gaze shifted to his own pokemon and long time friend Isis. She was a Luxray, and an incredibly rare one due to the fact that she had bright orange fur instead of the blue fur that was standard for a more typical member of her species. She was looking back at him with a proud smile, hoping that she had done well. He was only fifteen, but was also a skilled trainer and cared well for his pokemon. Approaching her, he got down on his knees so he could give her a hug. Most boys his age would be more likely to simply pat the pokemon on the head, but this sort of congratulatory contact came naturally to him. Once the embrace ended, they headed back to their campsite on route 119 so that they could prepare dinner and watch the sun set over the Hoenn region.
Isis kept her eyes on him as they carefully made their way through the tall grass. He was only about a foot taller than she was, though he had a build that suggested he could just manage to carry her if need be. His hair was her favourite feature just after his lovely blue eyes, with it being a light shade of brown and in a permanent state of messiness. It concealed much of his white headband, the only part visible being on his forehead and dominated by a grey shade poke ball pattern. He wore a dark blue jumper, the slightly dog-eared look telling that he had been journeying with his pokemon for quite a long time. Even the hood was tattered, the singe marks being the result of a close encounter with a distressed Magmortar. He also sported a pair of three quarter length denim shorts and a pair of black sneakers, although Isis couldn't see them clearly in the tall grass. When he noticed her staring, he offered a wide grin while taking in her own appearance. Besides the orange fur, she wasn't much different from a regular Luxray girl. Perhaps the most outstanding difference was that she was well endowed in comparison to most pokemon girls, at least with the top of her chest. Tome realised just where he was looking after a few seconds, returning his eyes to the path ahead, blushing furiously at the sight of her breasts. He was saved any further awkward silence as they reached the campsite, where his other pokemon were waiting for him and Isis to return from the training.
Sitting with his back to the group and watching the darker part of the woods, Tyranitar turned his head enough to give Tome a courteous nod and smile before he went back to his sentry duty. Tome had let him know it wasn't necessary for him to do so, but Tyranitar simply couldn't force himself to drop the habit. He also showed remarkable concentration, especially since Breloom had decided to pester him tonight. Breloom never meant any harm, but he could be annoying and loveable at the same time for all his actions.
Standing over the fire was Nidoqueen, who was busy preparing one of the meals Tome's mother had shown her how to cook during a visit home. She also looked up as he approached, offering a gentle smile as he took a moment to smell the food as it stewed over the campfire. A small, oddly shaped rock was sitting next to his bag, but Tome hadn't really expected Spiritomb to leave the rock before nightfall. He usually only came out when it was necessary, like during a battle or to perform a task, since he was so serious all the time. Over the time they had spent together he had loosened up a bit, but not enough to keep him out of his rock if he didn't need to be. Nearby, Tome saw that Froslass had decided to re-organise his bag tonight, the contents of it strewn around it as she picked through the items and placed them in like piles. She too greeted him with a smile before returning to the task at hand, trying to find a spot in the bag for his small stock of potions to go. Many times she had attempted to tame his hair, with no luck on any occasion.
"So, what are you cooking tonight Nidoqueen?" he asked her, enjoying the smell but not quite able to tell what it was.
"Nido Nidoqueen." She replied, her own tongue unable to speak in a way understandable to him. Isis was listening carefully, before turning to face him.
"It's beef stew." She translated, Tome being able to understand her due to having spent most of his life with her. She had learned to speak his last name because it was how he preferred to be known, although it always felt awkward for her to say it.
"Smells good." He offered, taking a deep breath to fully appreciate her skill at cooking. Nidoqueen blushed at the compliment, turning her attention back to the food so that it would be perfect when they ate. Fortunately for the hungry group, it was only a minute away from being ready. She began ladling it out into the seven bowls, giving them to their respective owners when she was done. The group ate their meals in relative silence, the company of one another being more than enough for them.
"That was great, Nidoqueen." Tome complimented her once he had finished draining the last of it from the bowl. The others offered their own praise as well, making her blush. "I'll take those bowls to the river and wash them, and I might as well have a bath while I'm at it."
The bowls laid on the riverbank, stacked neatly and cleaned as well as could be done. Tome's clothes were sitting next to them along with a towel, while he was busy in the river washing himself. The water was cool, but not unbearable, and Tome found himself wishing that he'd taken the bath before dinner and while the sun was still up. Either way, the rushing current felt nice enough that he sat with his back facing the flow of water, allowing the pressure to help ease his shoulders and back. A gentle smile appeared on his face as the water did its job, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the makeshift massage.
Unknown to him, a pair of red and orange eyes were watching him from the bushes. Isis had tracked him carefully and silently when he had mentioned that he would be taking a bath in the river, taking the opportunity to watch him. She had known him for the better part of eight years, and had been firm friends almost from the moment they had met. As a Shinx, her brothers and sisters had not been very open minded about her colour, even though her parents had tried to help her fit in with them. It was to no avail however, and once they had come across the lonely human boy they decided it would be best for her to be with him rather than the constant torment her siblings offered. The pair immediately hit it off, and once Tome had his tenth birthday they had set off on their journey.
Things had gone as smoothly as they did for any trainer and their pokemon, but once Isis had evolved into a Luxray a personal problem had emerged. She had found herself falling hard for her best friend, a situation that had shocked her to the core when she realised it for the first time. Isis had talked to the other girls about it, and Nidoqueen had suggested that it might have more to do with how Tome had been the first boy to be friendly to her than any true feelings of love. Convinced that she was right, Isis had tried to accept that as the truth.
Over the next few months, it became apparent that it wasn't the true cause. Sure, Tome was a fantastic person and the first friend she ever had, but one day on their travels they had been caught out in the rain. Dashing for cover, the pair had shaken themselves dry underneath an abandoned gazebo. She had looked up to see if he was okay, and the way his hair fell around his face and his wonderful blue eyes had stirred something deep in her heart. For almost a whole week she had avoided his gaze, ashamed at the feelings she was having for a human. On the last day of that week, she had overheard him talking with Nurse Joy...
"I'm worried about Isis," he began, looking sad. Isis was watching from around the corner, her special eyesight allowing her to see though the wall and avoid detection. Joy was trying to comfort him, placing one arm around his shoulders.
"There's nothing wrong with her." She offered, trying to get him to open up. He looked down at the ground, his concern for the Luxray weighing heavily on his mind.
"I know, but she won't even look at me anymore." He began. "Was it something I did? Did I hurt her in some way?" Isis wanted desperately to tell him it wasn't true, that it wasn't his fault. Inwardly she cursed the language barrier, feeling even worse for her feelings about him.
"I don't believe that." Joy assured him, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Maybe she's just worried about something." He sighed, unable to lift his head.
"I just wish I could help her..." he trailed off, a silent tear running down his cheek. Up until now, Isis had believed herself the only victim of her feelings. But now that had changed; Tome was being made unhappy because of them too, and she couldn't bear to see that. It was then that she decided not to allow her feelings to do any more damage. She would not allow him to suffer for her.
Nowadays, Isis had accepted that her love was as much a part of her as her legs or her tail. She was no longer embarrassed that she loved a human, and would not care what anyone else thought about the matter. However, it didn't stop her being ashamed over the covert activities that had become more frequent over time. Whenever he had to change clothes, she used her special sight to watch him through the walls. When he took a bath in a river or lake, she hid in the bushes and watched him clean himself. Once, she had even taken his boxers off as he slept, gazing in wonder at him until he began to stir. He still believed that she had been asleep the whole time, and that he had taken them off in his sleep.
At the current moment, she couldn't take her eyes off him as he let the water massage out the days work. This particular time was made worse due to the fact that it was mating season, and she was in heat. As she watched him sitting there, eyes closed and a smile on his face, she knew that she would have to claim him for herself.
Quietly creeping out of the bushes, she made her way over to where his belongings rested. Her eyes never left him, watching intently for any sign of detection or just a simple gesture that might show he was about to get out of the water. Once she was within a foot from his belongings, he realised that he was being watched. He turned his head in confusion, eyes coming to rest on her.
"Isis, what are you doing here?" he asked, genuinely curious. She froze in fear, and then did the first thing that came to mind. Lunging forward, she grabbed his clothes and towel and swiftly bolted into the bushes. Wide eyed and puzzled, he leapt up out of the river without a second thought.
"Hey! Isis!" he called after her, before a sudden breeze made him realise that he was still naked. Covering himself as best he could, he set off in order to try and catch up to her. Cursing under his breath, he tried his best to avoid touching anything and keep a steady pace.
"Isis, this isn't funny!" he cried out again, a pleading note in his voice. He was about to call out again when something large and furry tackled him from behind. Worried that he had been attacked by some predator, he flipped over to find a familiar set of red eyes looking down at him.
"Who's trying to be funny?" she asked, pinning him to the ground with her weight. Tome might have been able to shift her, but her comment left him stunned. Seconds later, her meaning became apparent when she leaned down and kissed him. For a few seconds Tome couldn't believe this was happening, but his base instincts took over soon enough and he returned the kiss. His arms came up to wrap themselves around her neck, drawing them both further in to the passionate moment. It was only when he felt himself beginning to harden that he broke it off, unable to believe a pokemon could make him feel like this. She looked into his shocked eyes with a hurt expression, hoping that he could still be brought around.
"You don't like me?" she asked mournfully. His eyes widened further, and he wanted to tell her that it wasn't like that. His mouth however, wasn't about to let it be that easy.
"I love you, Tome." She offered, rubbing her body against his. The feeling of her furry breasts on his body was incredible, and her heat on his penis had made him as hard as possible. Could he really want to be with her in this way?
"Isis..." he breathed, wondering how he was going to convey his feelings with his voice unwilling to co-operate. Finally, he pulled her head closer and kissed her, his instincts telling him that this was indeed what he wanted. Isis accepted the kiss readily, her tongue licking along his lips asking for entrance. He obliged, and for a few wonderful moments their tongues danced together in his mouth. It was only for need of air that they drew apart, and Tome took the opportunity to roll Isis onto her back. She watched him as he took her place on top, arranging himself so that he didn't cause her any discomfort. Quietly, he began kissing her lower jaw and neck, her breathing becoming heavier with enjoyment. The motions were causing her breasts to rub against his body again, and he moved down further in order to offer her even more pleasure.
Isis began to pant when Tome brought his hands to her body, running them along her breasts and giving each of them a tender rub as he did so. His hands were progressing towards the top of her chest, finally coming to rest on her primary pair. Moving his head back to watch he began to lovingly massage them, paying close attention to the nipples hidden under the fur. She moaned as he kept this up, getting louder when his thumbs caressed the very tips of her nipples. Finding satisfaction in her reaction, he leaned in again while parting the fur as best as he could before running his tongue around the sensitive tips much like his thumbs. He started with light circles on each, followed by taking one in his mouth to suckle on it like an infant. She closed her eyes as her front paws came to rest on his head, her breath escaping in a barely audible hiss. For nearly a full minute he continued with this before giving her other breast the same treatment. The sensation was so blissful that she couldn't open her eyes anymore. She had hoped that he would be good, but he was even more talented than she could have imagined.
Once he finally drew back, Isis took the chance to get back on all fours. The heat in her body was almost unbearable, and there was only one way to soothe it. Bending her front legs, she looked back over her shoulder and locked eyes with him, her wanting clear to him. Silently he took his position behind her, holding himself steady with one hand while the other rested on her flank. The matted fur around her wet slit and her strong scent was incredibly inviting, and he wasted no time in entering her, the build up of arousal making the task easily accomplished. He let out a gasp as the full force of her heat enveloped him, a feeling so strong that he almost released right then. Holding on with all the willpower he could muster, Tome managed to keep himself from coming and stayed still long enough to adjust to her body. Isis gave him a gentle smile, coiling her tail around his waist. Once he was ready, he withdrew a short distance and glided back in smoothly, extracting a sigh from both of them at the wonderful feeling of his length stroking her insides. He maintained a slow pace for the beginning, afraid that if he went any faster he would finish too early for her. She didn't mind, rocking back against him in time with his thrusts.
In the back of his mind, Tome felt that this was how things were supposed to be between them. Perhaps fate had intended her to have bright orange fur, simply so that they would meet and fall in love with each other. There seemed to be no other reason for him to be physically attracted to a pokemon. Realising that he should be focussed on the present rather than mulling over a vague point, he looked down to take in her features as they made love. She had her eyes closed, her mouth silently moaning along with the motions of their bodies. He was happy that he could give such pleasure to her.
"Faster..." she begged, and he increased his speed so that they slid into a comfortable pace that kept both from holding back in any way. Isis could no longer suppress her voice, moans and whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips as easily as excess water after a drink. She wasn't the only one, with Tome's own muffled sighs mingling with hers. He quickened his pace again, bending over her so that he could run his hands along her flank and breasts while he rammed into her warm, wet pussy. The moment was as close to perfect as any pair could ever hope to attain.
Finally, Isis couldn't hold on any longer. With one final scream of pure ecstasy she reached her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on his hard length and drawing him in as far as he could go. It was too much for him as well, her tightness and heat causing him to reach his own climax. A final sigh escaped him along with his seed, coming both inside her and on her as he pulled out. Unconsciously he reached down and rubbed out the rest of his seed, unloading the remainder on Isis's rear legs and her wet slit.
Fully spent, he sat back on the ground in order to prevent himself falling over, Isis turning around to nuzzle him as he did so. He wrapped his arms around her neck and drew her into the embrace before leaning back to kiss her once more, feeling a love for his long time friend that well and truly eclipsed any such feeling he had had for her in the past.
"Thank you, Tome." She said, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek once more. He ran one hand along her neck, a loving smile on his face.
"We were meant to share this moment," he offered, and she was able to feel the sincerity in every word. "I'm sure of it."
"I love you, Tome."
"I love you too, Isis."
The pokemon loosed a powerful burst of sky blue electricity at its intended target, a Seviper that was too slow to get out of the way. Electricity danced over its skin, and once the attack ended the snake collapsed on the ground. The injuries weren't serious, and Seviper would be up and about in an hour or two. A young boy examined the fallen poison pokemon from a distance, having decided that it made excellent practice for his own pokemon.
Marcus Tome's gaze shifted to his own pokemon and long time friend Isis. She was a Luxray, and an incredibly rare one due to the fact that she had bright orange fur instead of the blue fur that was standard for a more typical member of her species. She was looking back at him with a proud smile, hoping that she had done well. He was only fifteen, but was also a skilled trainer and cared well for his pokemon. Approaching her, he got down on his knees so he could give her a hug. Most boys his age would be more likely to simply pat the pokemon on the head, but this sort of congratulatory contact came naturally to him. Once the embrace ended, they headed back to their campsite on route 119 so that they could prepare dinner and watch the sun set over the Hoenn region.
Isis kept her eyes on him as they carefully made their way through the tall grass. He was only about a foot taller than she was, though he had a build that suggested he could just manage to carry her if need be. His hair was her favourite feature just after his lovely blue eyes, with it being a light shade of brown and in a permanent state of messiness. It concealed much of his white headband, the only part visible being on his forehead and dominated by a grey shade poke ball pattern. He wore a dark blue jumper, the slightly dog-eared look telling that he had been journeying with his pokemon for quite a long time. Even the hood was tattered, the singe marks being the result of a close encounter with a distressed Magmortar. He also sported a pair of three quarter length denim shorts and a pair of black sneakers, although Isis couldn't see them clearly in the tall grass. When he noticed her staring, he offered a wide grin while taking in her own appearance. Besides the orange fur, she wasn't much different from a regular Luxray girl. Perhaps the most outstanding difference was that she was well endowed in comparison to most pokemon girls, at least with the top of her chest. Tome realised just where he was looking after a few seconds, returning his eyes to the path ahead, blushing furiously at the sight of her breasts. He was saved any further awkward silence as they reached the campsite, where his other pokemon were waiting for him and Isis to return from the training.
Sitting with his back to the group and watching the darker part of the woods, Tyranitar turned his head enough to give Tome a courteous nod and smile before he went back to his sentry duty. Tome had let him know it wasn't necessary for him to do so, but Tyranitar simply couldn't force himself to drop the habit. He also showed remarkable concentration, especially since Breloom had decided to pester him tonight. Breloom never meant any harm, but he could be annoying and loveable at the same time for all his actions.
Standing over the fire was Nidoqueen, who was busy preparing one of the meals Tome's mother had shown her how to cook during a visit home. She also looked up as he approached, offering a gentle smile as he took a moment to smell the food as it stewed over the campfire. A small, oddly shaped rock was sitting next to his bag, but Tome hadn't really expected Spiritomb to leave the rock before nightfall. He usually only came out when it was necessary, like during a battle or to perform a task, since he was so serious all the time. Over the time they had spent together he had loosened up a bit, but not enough to keep him out of his rock if he didn't need to be. Nearby, Tome saw that Froslass had decided to re-organise his bag tonight, the contents of it strewn around it as she picked through the items and placed them in like piles. She too greeted him with a smile before returning to the task at hand, trying to find a spot in the bag for his small stock of potions to go. Many times she had attempted to tame his hair, with no luck on any occasion.
"So, what are you cooking tonight Nidoqueen?" he asked her, enjoying the smell but not quite able to tell what it was.
"Nido Nidoqueen." She replied, her own tongue unable to speak in a way understandable to him. Isis was listening carefully, before turning to face him.
"It's beef stew." She translated, Tome being able to understand her due to having spent most of his life with her. She had learned to speak his last name because it was how he preferred to be known, although it always felt awkward for her to say it.
"Smells good." He offered, taking a deep breath to fully appreciate her skill at cooking. Nidoqueen blushed at the compliment, turning her attention back to the food so that it would be perfect when they ate. Fortunately for the hungry group, it was only a minute away from being ready. She began ladling it out into the seven bowls, giving them to their respective owners when she was done. The group ate their meals in relative silence, the company of one another being more than enough for them.
"That was great, Nidoqueen." Tome complimented her once he had finished draining the last of it from the bowl. The others offered their own praise as well, making her blush. "I'll take those bowls to the river and wash them, and I might as well have a bath while I'm at it."
The bowls laid on the riverbank, stacked neatly and cleaned as well as could be done. Tome's clothes were sitting next to them along with a towel, while he was busy in the river washing himself. The water was cool, but not unbearable, and Tome found himself wishing that he'd taken the bath before dinner and while the sun was still up. Either way, the rushing current felt nice enough that he sat with his back facing the flow of water, allowing the pressure to help ease his shoulders and back. A gentle smile appeared on his face as the water did its job, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the makeshift massage.
Unknown to him, a pair of red and orange eyes were watching him from the bushes. Isis had tracked him carefully and silently when he had mentioned that he would be taking a bath in the river, taking the opportunity to watch him. She had known him for the better part of eight years, and had been firm friends almost from the moment they had met. As a Shinx, her brothers and sisters had not been very open minded about her colour, even though her parents had tried to help her fit in with them. It was to no avail however, and once they had come across the lonely human boy they decided it would be best for her to be with him rather than the constant torment her siblings offered. The pair immediately hit it off, and once Tome had his tenth birthday they had set off on their journey.
Things had gone as smoothly as they did for any trainer and their pokemon, but once Isis had evolved into a Luxray a personal problem had emerged. She had found herself falling hard for her best friend, a situation that had shocked her to the core when she realised it for the first time. Isis had talked to the other girls about it, and Nidoqueen had suggested that it might have more to do with how Tome had been the first boy to be friendly to her than any true feelings of love. Convinced that she was right, Isis had tried to accept that as the truth.
Over the next few months, it became apparent that it wasn't the true cause. Sure, Tome was a fantastic person and the first friend she ever had, but one day on their travels they had been caught out in the rain. Dashing for cover, the pair had shaken themselves dry underneath an abandoned gazebo. She had looked up to see if he was okay, and the way his hair fell around his face and his wonderful blue eyes had stirred something deep in her heart. For almost a whole week she had avoided his gaze, ashamed at the feelings she was having for a human. On the last day of that week, she had overheard him talking with Nurse Joy...
"I'm worried about Isis," he began, looking sad. Isis was watching from around the corner, her special eyesight allowing her to see though the wall and avoid detection. Joy was trying to comfort him, placing one arm around his shoulders.
"There's nothing wrong with her." She offered, trying to get him to open up. He looked down at the ground, his concern for the Luxray weighing heavily on his mind.
"I know, but she won't even look at me anymore." He began. "Was it something I did? Did I hurt her in some way?" Isis wanted desperately to tell him it wasn't true, that it wasn't his fault. Inwardly she cursed the language barrier, feeling even worse for her feelings about him.
"I don't believe that." Joy assured him, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Maybe she's just worried about something." He sighed, unable to lift his head.
"I just wish I could help her..." he trailed off, a silent tear running down his cheek. Up until now, Isis had believed herself the only victim of her feelings. But now that had changed; Tome was being made unhappy because of them too, and she couldn't bear to see that. It was then that she decided not to allow her feelings to do any more damage. She would not allow him to suffer for her.
Nowadays, Isis had accepted that her love was as much a part of her as her legs or her tail. She was no longer embarrassed that she loved a human, and would not care what anyone else thought about the matter. However, it didn't stop her being ashamed over the covert activities that had become more frequent over time. Whenever he had to change clothes, she used her special sight to watch him through the walls. When he took a bath in a river or lake, she hid in the bushes and watched him clean himself. Once, she had even taken his boxers off as he slept, gazing in wonder at him until he began to stir. He still believed that she had been asleep the whole time, and that he had taken them off in his sleep.
At the current moment, she couldn't take her eyes off him as he let the water massage out the days work. This particular time was made worse due to the fact that it was mating season, and she was in heat. As she watched him sitting there, eyes closed and a smile on his face, she knew that she would have to claim him for herself.
Quietly creeping out of the bushes, she made her way over to where his belongings rested. Her eyes never left him, watching intently for any sign of detection or just a simple gesture that might show he was about to get out of the water. Once she was within a foot from his belongings, he realised that he was being watched. He turned his head in confusion, eyes coming to rest on her.
"Isis, what are you doing here?" he asked, genuinely curious. She froze in fear, and then did the first thing that came to mind. Lunging forward, she grabbed his clothes and towel and swiftly bolted into the bushes. Wide eyed and puzzled, he leapt up out of the river without a second thought.
"Hey! Isis!" he called after her, before a sudden breeze made him realise that he was still naked. Covering himself as best he could, he set off in order to try and catch up to her. Cursing under his breath, he tried his best to avoid touching anything and keep a steady pace.
"Isis, this isn't funny!" he cried out again, a pleading note in his voice. He was about to call out again when something large and furry tackled him from behind. Worried that he had been attacked by some predator, he flipped over to find a familiar set of red eyes looking down at him.
"Who's trying to be funny?" she asked, pinning him to the ground with her weight. Tome might have been able to shift her, but her comment left him stunned. Seconds later, her meaning became apparent when she leaned down and kissed him. For a few seconds Tome couldn't believe this was happening, but his base instincts took over soon enough and he returned the kiss. His arms came up to wrap themselves around her neck, drawing them both further in to the passionate moment. It was only when he felt himself beginning to harden that he broke it off, unable to believe a pokemon could make him feel like this. She looked into his shocked eyes with a hurt expression, hoping that he could still be brought around.
"You don't like me?" she asked mournfully. His eyes widened further, and he wanted to tell her that it wasn't like that. His mouth however, wasn't about to let it be that easy.
"I love you, Tome." She offered, rubbing her body against his. The feeling of her furry breasts on his body was incredible, and her heat on his penis had made him as hard as possible. Could he really want to be with her in this way?
"Isis..." he breathed, wondering how he was going to convey his feelings with his voice unwilling to co-operate. Finally, he pulled her head closer and kissed her, his instincts telling him that this was indeed what he wanted. Isis accepted the kiss readily, her tongue licking along his lips asking for entrance. He obliged, and for a few wonderful moments their tongues danced together in his mouth. It was only for need of air that they drew apart, and Tome took the opportunity to roll Isis onto her back. She watched him as he took her place on top, arranging himself so that he didn't cause her any discomfort. Quietly, he began kissing her lower jaw and neck, her breathing becoming heavier with enjoyment. The motions were causing her breasts to rub against his body again, and he moved down further in order to offer her even more pleasure.
Isis began to pant when Tome brought his hands to her body, running them along her breasts and giving each of them a tender rub as he did so. His hands were progressing towards the top of her chest, finally coming to rest on her primary pair. Moving his head back to watch he began to lovingly massage them, paying close attention to the nipples hidden under the fur. She moaned as he kept this up, getting louder when his thumbs caressed the very tips of her nipples. Finding satisfaction in her reaction, he leaned in again while parting the fur as best as he could before running his tongue around the sensitive tips much like his thumbs. He started with light circles on each, followed by taking one in his mouth to suckle on it like an infant. She closed her eyes as her front paws came to rest on his head, her breath escaping in a barely audible hiss. For nearly a full minute he continued with this before giving her other breast the same treatment. The sensation was so blissful that she couldn't open her eyes anymore. She had hoped that he would be good, but he was even more talented than she could have imagined.
Once he finally drew back, Isis took the chance to get back on all fours. The heat in her body was almost unbearable, and there was only one way to soothe it. Bending her front legs, she looked back over her shoulder and locked eyes with him, her wanting clear to him. Silently he took his position behind her, holding himself steady with one hand while the other rested on her flank. The matted fur around her wet slit and her strong scent was incredibly inviting, and he wasted no time in entering her, the build up of arousal making the task easily accomplished. He let out a gasp as the full force of her heat enveloped him, a feeling so strong that he almost released right then. Holding on with all the willpower he could muster, Tome managed to keep himself from coming and stayed still long enough to adjust to her body. Isis gave him a gentle smile, coiling her tail around his waist. Once he was ready, he withdrew a short distance and glided back in smoothly, extracting a sigh from both of them at the wonderful feeling of his length stroking her insides. He maintained a slow pace for the beginning, afraid that if he went any faster he would finish too early for her. She didn't mind, rocking back against him in time with his thrusts.
In the back of his mind, Tome felt that this was how things were supposed to be between them. Perhaps fate had intended her to have bright orange fur, simply so that they would meet and fall in love with each other. There seemed to be no other reason for him to be physically attracted to a pokemon. Realising that he should be focussed on the present rather than mulling over a vague point, he looked down to take in her features as they made love. She had her eyes closed, her mouth silently moaning along with the motions of their bodies. He was happy that he could give such pleasure to her.
"Faster..." she begged, and he increased his speed so that they slid into a comfortable pace that kept both from holding back in any way. Isis could no longer suppress her voice, moans and whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips as easily as excess water after a drink. She wasn't the only one, with Tome's own muffled sighs mingling with hers. He quickened his pace again, bending over her so that he could run his hands along her flank and breasts while he rammed into her warm, wet pussy. The moment was as close to perfect as any pair could ever hope to attain.
Finally, Isis couldn't hold on any longer. With one final scream of pure ecstasy she reached her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on his hard length and drawing him in as far as he could go. It was too much for him as well, her tightness and heat causing him to reach his own climax. A final sigh escaped him along with his seed, coming both inside her and on her as he pulled out. Unconsciously he reached down and rubbed out the rest of his seed, unloading the remainder on Isis's rear legs and her wet slit.
Fully spent, he sat back on the ground in order to prevent himself falling over, Isis turning around to nuzzle him as he did so. He wrapped his arms around her neck and drew her into the embrace before leaning back to kiss her once more, feeling a love for his long time friend that well and truly eclipsed any such feeling he had had for her in the past.
"Thank you, Tome." She said, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek once more. He ran one hand along her neck, a loving smile on his face.
"We were meant to share this moment," he offered, and she was able to feel the sincerity in every word. "I'm sure of it."
"I love you, Tome."
"I love you too, Isis."
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