Story Notes:
First wrote it for Furaffinity, but I figured I mind as well post it here too.
Chapter 4
I just realized I haven't been putting disclaimers on. Crap.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
I remained by Chelsea's side for the next two days. Drake brought me food at mealtimes and left, only saying a few reassuring words each time. I tried to sleep on the floor, but couldn't bear the thought of sleeping while my mate was injured so badly.
Finally, the lack of sleep started to get to me. I was just starting to doze off when I heard a slight rustling. My eyes shot open.
Chelsea was stirring. I climbed to my feet as those beautiful golden eyes opened.
"Where...where am I?" she groaned.
"We're in my room," I told her gently.
She tried to sit up, but cried in pain as her wrist moved. I helped her up and propped her back against the wall before sitting next to her.
"It's been two days," I continued. "I was beginning to worry that the Creators had gone too far."
Her eyes widened at the mention of the monsters who had tortured her to within an inch of her life.
"You didn't promise to obey them, did you?" she asked.
"I...I'm sorry..." I answered sadly.
"Do you have any idea what you did?" Even injured, she was trying to be intimidating. That was one of the reasons I loved her so much.
"They were going to kill you. I had to do it. I couldn't condemn you to death."
"You should have," she murmured. "They wouldn't have had any way to control you then. You'd have been free."
"No, I wouldn't." I shook my head. "I could never be free with the knowledge that I killed you."
"But it wouldn't have been you. They would have been the ones who did it."
"Because of what I did." I snarled quietly. "I'm getting sick of this."
"Sick of what?" Chelsea looked sad. "I'm sorry I asked you toâ�""
"Not you," I assured her, stroking her hair. "the Creators. I'm tired of being ordered around like this."
"We all are," she told me. "even 036. But what can we do about it?"
"Don't worry. We'll find a way out." I kissed the female I loved for the first time in almost a week. "I know it sounds corny, but as long as we're all together, I believe we can do anything."
She giggled. "You're right."
"You think so, too?"
"Yes," Chelsea kissed me back, then whispered, "It does sound corny."
I laughed and lay down, pulling her with me. "As long as you love me, I don't care," I whispered back. "my mate."
"I like the sound of that." She kissed me again, and I could feel myself growing warm with both love and lust. She looked over her shoulder to where my arousal was starting to show itself. "Let's do something about that, shall we?"
She reached for my crotch, but just then Spike entered the room, and she quickly withdrew her hand. He looked over to me.
"Hey, Aggron," he called to me. "I came to apologize for how I acted earlier."
"You...what?" I asked, confused. Spike did not apologize for anything. Ever.
He scowled. "Don't make me repeat it. I was a jerk, I admit it. You didn't deserve to be mocked like that."
"So...you really are sorry?" I asked.
"Yes." He sighed. "Wait, Spark told me that Chelsea was in here recovering. Where is she?"
I suddenly realized that he couldn't see Chelsea laying next to me from the angle he was at.
"I was going to apologize to her, too," he continued. "while she's still unconscious and can't pester me about it."
"Help me sit up," Chelsea whispered to me. The burns on her wrists were still hurting her, and she couldn't flex her wrists without serious pain.
I wrapped one arm around her shoulders and sat up, pulling her with me, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. As an afterthought, I lifted her and put her onto my lap.
"Oh." Spike looked surprised. "You are here. Wait, why are you two in bed together?"
I grinned. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention. We got back together."
His eyes widened, then he flushed. "So were you two just...?"
"Yep." I winked at Chelsea, turning my head so Spike didn't see, and she smiled mischievously.
The Tyranitar's face turned almost the same crimson color as the diamond on his abdomen. "I...I think I should go."
"Not just yet. Don't you have something to say to me?" Chelsea giggled, repositioning herself on my lap. I groaned as her rump rubbed against my member.
"Uh...I can tell you later..."
"See you later, then," I groaned, getting more aroused as Chelsea continued to squirm in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her smooth belly. "Sit still, would you?"
"I can't help it," Chelsea protested, pretending to struggle against my embrace. "You're poking me."
"I'm going to go now," Spike said awkwardly. "You two seem like you're busy. Or about to be, anyway."
"I'm still going to want that apology," Chelsea told him sweetly.
"Y-yeah, okay," Spike answered. "Later."
He left, leaving my mate and I alone.
"I thought he'd never leave," I told her as she got off my lap.
Chelsea locked the door before returning to stand in front of me. By now I was thoroughly aroused, and my erection stood awaiting her attention.
"Hold on a second," the Gardevoir told me, her eyes on my shaft. "Before we get too carried away, can we use something to brace my wrists? That way I don't hurt them and ruin the moment."
"Of course," I replied, getting off the bed and moving to the cabinet next to it.
I opened it and pulled out the two wrist braces Spike had given me for the first anniversary of our creation. I never used them because for one thing, I didn't need them, and for another, they were too small. They were the perfect size for Chelsea, though. She held her arms out and I put them on her wrists.
"That should help," I told her before kissing her. "Now, remind me again, where were we?"
"Let me think..." Chelsea dropped to her knees so her face was level with my cock. She kissed the tip lightly before wrapping her left hand around it and stroking its length. "I think we were about here." She trailed her tongue slowly around the head as she reached her right hand down her body to finger herself.
"Ohh...I remember now," I groaned, my eyes closing as I enjoyed the blissful feeling of her loving touch. A drop of fluid appeared on my tip.
She stopped teasing me with her tongue for a moment and moaned. I opened my eyes to see her rubbing and fingering herself furiously. She was obviously getting very worked up about this.
I opened my mouth to say something about it, but instead just moaned as she suddenly took six inches of my shaft into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked and bobbed her head on my cock, causing me to growl in pleasure.
"Chelsea..." I moaned out her name, not just because I was enjoying her treatment, but also because I wanted to tell her something.
She just looked into my eyes as she continued to work on me, raising one eyebrow inquisitively.
"Stop..."
Chelsea partly did as I asked, releasing my shaft from her mouth but returning to placing soft licks up its length. I groaned again as more precum formed and was swiftly licked up.
"Chelsea, wait," I told her.
She sighed and stopped her wonderful licking. "I was just trying to make up for what I put you through." She looked away and stood up. "I-I'm sorry. I thought this would make you happy."
"It does," I told her. "but there's two things wrong with it. First, you're still weak from what the Creators did to you. I don't want you to be the one doing the work. Second, this isn't doing anything for you. I know you want to please me, but it would make me so much happier to be able to return the favor."
I leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Chelsea, and there's nothing in the world I want more than to make you happy. By whatever means necessary."
She blushed. "I love you too."
I embraced her once again, holding her fragile body close to my armored one as I kissed her hair. "Tell me what you want me to do. How can I make you happy?"
"I want you inside me," she told me bluntly. "I want you to take me as hard as you can, as fast as you can, and for as long as you want."
I was rather surprised by her rather forward words, but I smiled. I slid my arms down her back and grabbed her smooth rump, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs as far around me as they would go and removed one hand from my shoulder to move the front of her dress out of the way of what we were about to do. She moved her hand to the back of my neck, using the plates there as a handhold as she pressed her lower regions to my own. I carried her to the wall, pressing her back against the cold metal. Her whole body shivered from the feeling, and I felt her nether lips tremble against my tip.
"Ready?" I asked her.
Our eyes met for a moment, the matching colors almost seeming to symbolize how the two of us belonged together.
She smiled. "Whenever you are."
I kissed her yet again, pressing into her as I did so. We both moaned through our kiss as I penetrated her gentle folds before breaking the kiss to get some air. I intended to go slowly and make this blissful moment last, but suddenly remembered what she had said she wanted. Once about half an inch of my member was inside her, I quickly rammed the rest in as well. I couldn't help but grin as she let out a sharp gasp of pleasure from the sudden intrusion.
After I'd given Chelsea a moment to get used to having me inside her, I pulled almost completely out of her before thrusting back in. I continued this process, my humping slowly growing faster and harder, and she continued to yelp with every thrust.
"Aggron..."
"Shhhh..." I hushed her. "Don't say anything, just enjoy it."
I moved her away from the wall again. I began to lift her as I withdrew and drop her back down as I plowed back in, causing two natural forces, gravity and love, to unite. The result became obvious after only a few thrusts, as Chelsea responded with a shriek of ecstasy, her body tensing up as she came. I felt her juices splash onto my crotch, but barely noticed because of something else that had my attention.
I had been at the edge of my own climax from both her earlier treatment and our mating, and the sensation of her body clamping onto my rod gave me the final push. I fell into a pleasurable oblivion as my cock sprayed her womb with my seed. The thick substance quickly filled her, however, and I soon felt our mixed fluids oozing down the insides of my legs to the floor.
"You were...really pent up," Chelsea panted after taking a moment to regain her senses.
I nodded. "Yeah...that and the fact that you're the best mate I've ever had."
"I thought I was the only mate you'd ever had." She frowned.
"That's got nothing to do with it." I smiled at her. "You're the only mate I will ever have, too."
"Aggron...there's something we have to talk about."
"Uh-oh." I groaned. "The last time one of us said that, it resulted in me being depressed and you being tortured."
"I'm serious." Chelsea let out a short laugh, despite her "serious" manner. "And I don't really think it would be a good idea to talk about this while you're still buried inside me."
I grinned. "Well, since I really don't want to find out what you're being so serious about, I think I'll stay inside you."
My mate just gave me a look. "Don't be childish."
"I'm not a child," I whined playfully. My grin widened. "Want me to prove it?"
"It depends on what you mean by 'prove'."
I carried her back to the bed and lay her on her back, her legs dangling over the edge. I leaned over her and kissed her.
"Oh," she said, giggling again. I loved her giggle. "That's what you mean."
I smirked. "I'll take that as a yes, then."
"No, Aggâ�"mmh..."
Her protest quickly turned into a moan as I thrust into her.
"You asked for it, remember? You said you wanted me to do this, quote, 'as hard as I can, as fast as I can, and for as long as I want.'"
"Dammit, Aggron..." she moaned. "Seriously, stop. We need to talk."
"That's part of the reason I'm not stopping. Besides, it sounds like you're enjoying this." I said, starting to move faster.
Chelsea moaned again before replying. "I am, but...mmh...it's important that we talk about this."
"Then I guess we'd better hurry this up," I told her, grinning down at her. I suddenly obeyed her earlier request and began to pound her at top speed, seed from my earlier climax splashing out of her with each thrust.
Chelsea suddenly fell silent, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open as if she was trying to scream. I began to worry that maybe I was hurting her and slowed down a little, but she shook her head silently. I decided she was just overwhelmed by the pleasure and resumed my pounding, focusing instead the feeling of her tight walls pressing on my cock.
That sensation, as well as the resulting feeling of ecstasy, quickly overwhelmed my brain, and I found myself lost in the pleasure and listening only to my instincts. I don't know how much time passed as I repeatedly pounded Chelsea's swollen sex. There was only one thought that managed to pierce through the drunken haze of pleasure that blanketed my mind, and that was to do whatever it took to make the female below me scream.
As if she had read that thought, I felt the Gardevoir's body beginning to tense, although I was pretty sure she hadn't read my mind. She seemed to be too focused on continuing to breathe to do anything else but enjoy the pounding I was giving her. I could feel my own pleasure beginning to spike, and lamented the fact that soon, this wonderful feeling of bliss would have to end.
"Aggron..." Chelsea's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm gonna cum soon..."
"Me too," was all I managed before my climax struck. I felt the overwhelming pleasure flowing from our union reach its peak once more. I felt my shaft beginning to spray my load into her, but her snatch was already full with both of our juices, and a puddle began to form where it overflowed.
Despite the mind-numbing pleasure I was experiencing, my brain managed to gather enough information to realize that Chelsea hadn't reached her orgasm yet, and I continued to pound her even as I emptied my load into her.
My extra efforts were unnecessary, however. Either she was far closer than I had thought, the satisfaction of having me cum inside of her was enough to push her over the edge, or both. Regardless, Chelsea let out a loud moan of delight, her body stiffening as she clamped onto me with both her vagina and her legs. Another gush of fluids splashed onto my bed.
I finally pulled out of her and lay on the bed beside her. We both reveled in the afterglow for the second time that...morning? Day? Night? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that we were together.
"Okay, I'm done messing around now," I told my mate. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
When there was no answer, I looked to my side. Chelsea was already asleep. I hugged her, pulling the covers over us, and joined her in slumber with the feeling of her warm body prominent in my mind.
When I awoke, Drake was in my room, bringing my meal with him as usual. He and Chelsea were sitting at the steel table talking in hushed voices. Curious, I pretended I was still asleep, closing my eyes almost entirely and listening carefully.
"You should tell him," Drake was murmuring.
"I know." Chelsea looked over in my direction. "I'm afraid he'll take it the wrong way, though."
"Don't worry." Drake put a claw on her shoulder. "I'm sure he'll understand."
"I hope so..."
Drake got up. "I've gotta get going. I told Eclipse I'd hang out with her."
"I'll talk to you later, then," Chelsea replied.
"See you," Drake said before he left.
When the door closed behind him, Chelsea sighed. "I know you're awake."
I smiled and stood up. Of course I wouldn't be able to hide that from a Psychic-type.
"So what was that all about?" I asked, sitting at the table with her, taking the chair Drake had just vacated.
"Drake and I were discussing that matter I wanted to talk to you about earlier," Chelsea answered, looked unusually worried.
"And that would be...?"
"You said earlier that I was the only mate you'd ever have." Chelsea sighed. "That's what we need to talk about."
"You're not going to tell me I need to leave you and find a different mate, are you?" I asked her. "I thought the whole torture thing proved that I can't just give you up."
"Of course not," she answered.
I heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, that's good."
"But listen." Chelsea looked down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. "You know how dangerous our lives as Dark Pokémon are. Sure, your armor protects you from harm, but I could die on any mission. That's what we need to talk about."
"You won't die," I told her firmly. "I told you before, I'm willing to do anything to protect you."
"And I told you that you won't always be able to protect me." The Gardevoir looked back up at me, frowning. "Sooner or later, I'm going to get killedâ�""
"Don't say that," I interrupted her.
"â�"And when I do," she continued as if I hadn't spoken. "I don't want you to spend the rest of your life grieving for me. When I die, I want you to find another mate. Promise me you'll find a way to be happy without me."
I was silent for a long moment. "I'm sorry, Chelsea. I can't."
Now it was her turn to sit in silence for a moment before she stood. "I should let you eat."
"Chelsea..."
She ignored me and headed for the door.
Upon reaching it, she paused. "Oh, Aggron, one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Contrary to popular belief, grief won't fade with time." Chelsea didn't even turn back to me as she spoke. "You need to find happiness in order to overcome it. When I die, you'll grieve forever unless you find a new mate."
"Then I'll grieve," I murmured. "Nobody will ever be able to replace you."
She hesitated a moment, as if she were about to say something else, but walked out the door instead, leaving me alone with my meal. I picked up a piece of meat from the plate and began to eat, the flavor of the food drowned out by the thoughts racing through my head.
"I heard you and Chelsea have gotten through the trouble you two were having." Sage spoke as I entered his room, not looking up from the flower he was examining.
"Yeah," I answered, unsure what else to say.
"That's good. You two were made for each other. Almost literally." He turned to look at me, grinning slightly. "So what finally got it through your skulls?"
"The Creators did." I scowled. "I disobeyed orders on a mission. They decided to punish me."
"And because they can't physically hurt you, they tortured Chelsea instead, didn't they?"
I nodded, closing my eyes as Chelsea's screams of pain echoed through my mind.
"I hate to say it, Aggron," Sage said. "but it was inevitable. The Creators are always watching us. They keep track of who we talk to, our relationships with the others, etcetera, and they're not oblivious to what happens between us. They knew the two of you were in love, maybe even before you yourselves did."
I was silent.
"They've been looking for a way to control you since you were created," the Venusaur continued. "They knew they wouldn't be able to harm you, so they've been watching you more intensely than the rest of us. They're still doing it now."
I followed his gaze to the little security camera on the ceiling. Unsurprisingly, it was pointed towards us. I tried moving away from Sage, and the camera followed me. There was no doubting what Sage had said. The Creators were watching me. I wondered if there was a way to avoid their gaze.
"I know what you're thinking," Sage said. "You don't want to try."
I looked at him, tilting my head questioningly.
"If they can't find you, they might assume you've escaped," Sage explained. "What do you think they'd do to Chelsea?"
"They'd kill her," I growled.
"Or worse." Sage closed his eyes. "I've witnessed the terrible methods the Creators use to keep us in line. I've asked myself before whether or not it's worth working for these people. That's why I don't go on missions anymore. I don't have the faintest idea why they've allowed me to avoid missions, but they do. What about you? What do you think about the situation?"
I just gave him a skeptical look. "I didn't know you were capable of asking stupid questions."
Sage grinned. "You learn something new every day."
I laughed. "I'm sick to death of being a slave to the Creators. I just want to be free. I just want to be Chelsea's mate, to live a normal life with her. Maybe even have children."
"Dark Pokémon are sterile," he said simply.
"I know, and it pisses me off," I said. "I want to have a kid, and I know that Chelsea does, too. I'd give anything for that chance."
"When we are free, the two of you should adopt a baby," Sage replied.
I sighed. "It wouldn't be the same."
"Aggron, you don't need blood ties to a child for them to belong to you. For example, I've always cared for you as if you were my son, and I know you think of me as a father."
I smiled. His words filled me with an indescribable emotion. It wasn't love, I knew what that felt like, but it was similar. "Sage..."
He gave me a very serious look then. "As for the Creators, they've never cared one bit about us, and if we stay here with them, we will all die."
The smile quickly disappeared from my face. "I know, but how are we going to escape?"
"I've always believed that you'll find a way."
"Me?" I frowned again. "Why me?"
"You're different from the rest of us," he said. "You're the only one the Creators are afraid of. You're the only one all the other Dark Pokémon respect and listen to."
"What's your point?"
"You're a natural leader. No other Dark Pokémon naturally takes command like you do. You're the most powerful of all of us, but no matter how strong or tough you are, deep down, you don't want to fight."
"So what should I do?"
He chuckled. "You like asking me that question, don't you?"
I smiled and shrugged.
Sage shook his head and smiled. "It could be tomorrow, or it could be next year. All I know is that when the time comes, you'll be the one to lead us to freedom."Chapter End Notes:...So, there you go. A little bit of foreshadowing, I guess
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I remained by Chelsea's side for the next two days. Drake brought me food at mealtimes and left, only saying a few reassuring words each time. I tried to sleep on the floor, but couldn't bear the thought of sleeping while my mate was injured so badly.
Finally, the lack of sleep started to get to me. I was just starting to doze off when I heard a slight rustling. My eyes shot open.
Chelsea was stirring. I climbed to my feet as those beautiful golden eyes opened.
"Where...where am I?" she groaned.
"We're in my room," I told her gently.
She tried to sit up, but cried in pain as her wrist moved. I helped her up and propped her back against the wall before sitting next to her.
"It's been two days," I continued. "I was beginning to worry that the Creators had gone too far."
Her eyes widened at the mention of the monsters who had tortured her to within an inch of her life.
"You didn't promise to obey them, did you?" she asked.
"I...I'm sorry..." I answered sadly.
"Do you have any idea what you did?" Even injured, she was trying to be intimidating. That was one of the reasons I loved her so much.
"They were going to kill you. I had to do it. I couldn't condemn you to death."
"You should have," she murmured. "They wouldn't have had any way to control you then. You'd have been free."
"No, I wouldn't." I shook my head. "I could never be free with the knowledge that I killed you."
"But it wouldn't have been you. They would have been the ones who did it."
"Because of what I did." I snarled quietly. "I'm getting sick of this."
"Sick of what?" Chelsea looked sad. "I'm sorry I asked you toâ�""
"Not you," I assured her, stroking her hair. "the Creators. I'm tired of being ordered around like this."
"We all are," she told me. "even 036. But what can we do about it?"
"Don't worry. We'll find a way out." I kissed the female I loved for the first time in almost a week. "I know it sounds corny, but as long as we're all together, I believe we can do anything."
She giggled. "You're right."
"You think so, too?"
"Yes," Chelsea kissed me back, then whispered, "It does sound corny."
I laughed and lay down, pulling her with me. "As long as you love me, I don't care," I whispered back. "my mate."
"I like the sound of that." She kissed me again, and I could feel myself growing warm with both love and lust. She looked over her shoulder to where my arousal was starting to show itself. "Let's do something about that, shall we?"
She reached for my crotch, but just then Spike entered the room, and she quickly withdrew her hand. He looked over to me.
"Hey, Aggron," he called to me. "I came to apologize for how I acted earlier."
"You...what?" I asked, confused. Spike did not apologize for anything. Ever.
He scowled. "Don't make me repeat it. I was a jerk, I admit it. You didn't deserve to be mocked like that."
"So...you really are sorry?" I asked.
"Yes." He sighed. "Wait, Spark told me that Chelsea was in here recovering. Where is she?"
I suddenly realized that he couldn't see Chelsea laying next to me from the angle he was at.
"I was going to apologize to her, too," he continued. "while she's still unconscious and can't pester me about it."
"Help me sit up," Chelsea whispered to me. The burns on her wrists were still hurting her, and she couldn't flex her wrists without serious pain.
I wrapped one arm around her shoulders and sat up, pulling her with me, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. As an afterthought, I lifted her and put her onto my lap.
"Oh." Spike looked surprised. "You are here. Wait, why are you two in bed together?"
I grinned. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention. We got back together."
His eyes widened, then he flushed. "So were you two just...?"
"Yep." I winked at Chelsea, turning my head so Spike didn't see, and she smiled mischievously.
The Tyranitar's face turned almost the same crimson color as the diamond on his abdomen. "I...I think I should go."
"Not just yet. Don't you have something to say to me?" Chelsea giggled, repositioning herself on my lap. I groaned as her rump rubbed against my member.
"Uh...I can tell you later..."
"See you later, then," I groaned, getting more aroused as Chelsea continued to squirm in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her smooth belly. "Sit still, would you?"
"I can't help it," Chelsea protested, pretending to struggle against my embrace. "You're poking me."
"I'm going to go now," Spike said awkwardly. "You two seem like you're busy. Or about to be, anyway."
"I'm still going to want that apology," Chelsea told him sweetly.
"Y-yeah, okay," Spike answered. "Later."
He left, leaving my mate and I alone.
"I thought he'd never leave," I told her as she got off my lap.
Chelsea locked the door before returning to stand in front of me. By now I was thoroughly aroused, and my erection stood awaiting her attention.
"Hold on a second," the Gardevoir told me, her eyes on my shaft. "Before we get too carried away, can we use something to brace my wrists? That way I don't hurt them and ruin the moment."
"Of course," I replied, getting off the bed and moving to the cabinet next to it.
I opened it and pulled out the two wrist braces Spike had given me for the first anniversary of our creation. I never used them because for one thing, I didn't need them, and for another, they were too small. They were the perfect size for Chelsea, though. She held her arms out and I put them on her wrists.
"That should help," I told her before kissing her. "Now, remind me again, where were we?"
"Let me think..." Chelsea dropped to her knees so her face was level with my cock. She kissed the tip lightly before wrapping her left hand around it and stroking its length. "I think we were about here." She trailed her tongue slowly around the head as she reached her right hand down her body to finger herself.
"Ohh...I remember now," I groaned, my eyes closing as I enjoyed the blissful feeling of her loving touch. A drop of fluid appeared on my tip.
She stopped teasing me with her tongue for a moment and moaned. I opened my eyes to see her rubbing and fingering herself furiously. She was obviously getting very worked up about this.
I opened my mouth to say something about it, but instead just moaned as she suddenly took six inches of my shaft into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked and bobbed her head on my cock, causing me to growl in pleasure.
"Chelsea..." I moaned out her name, not just because I was enjoying her treatment, but also because I wanted to tell her something.
She just looked into my eyes as she continued to work on me, raising one eyebrow inquisitively.
"Stop..."
Chelsea partly did as I asked, releasing my shaft from her mouth but returning to placing soft licks up its length. I groaned again as more precum formed and was swiftly licked up.
"Chelsea, wait," I told her.
She sighed and stopped her wonderful licking. "I was just trying to make up for what I put you through." She looked away and stood up. "I-I'm sorry. I thought this would make you happy."
"It does," I told her. "but there's two things wrong with it. First, you're still weak from what the Creators did to you. I don't want you to be the one doing the work. Second, this isn't doing anything for you. I know you want to please me, but it would make me so much happier to be able to return the favor."
I leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Chelsea, and there's nothing in the world I want more than to make you happy. By whatever means necessary."
She blushed. "I love you too."
I embraced her once again, holding her fragile body close to my armored one as I kissed her hair. "Tell me what you want me to do. How can I make you happy?"
"I want you inside me," she told me bluntly. "I want you to take me as hard as you can, as fast as you can, and for as long as you want."
I was rather surprised by her rather forward words, but I smiled. I slid my arms down her back and grabbed her smooth rump, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs as far around me as they would go and removed one hand from my shoulder to move the front of her dress out of the way of what we were about to do. She moved her hand to the back of my neck, using the plates there as a handhold as she pressed her lower regions to my own. I carried her to the wall, pressing her back against the cold metal. Her whole body shivered from the feeling, and I felt her nether lips tremble against my tip.
"Ready?" I asked her.
Our eyes met for a moment, the matching colors almost seeming to symbolize how the two of us belonged together.
She smiled. "Whenever you are."
I kissed her yet again, pressing into her as I did so. We both moaned through our kiss as I penetrated her gentle folds before breaking the kiss to get some air. I intended to go slowly and make this blissful moment last, but suddenly remembered what she had said she wanted. Once about half an inch of my member was inside her, I quickly rammed the rest in as well. I couldn't help but grin as she let out a sharp gasp of pleasure from the sudden intrusion.
After I'd given Chelsea a moment to get used to having me inside her, I pulled almost completely out of her before thrusting back in. I continued this process, my humping slowly growing faster and harder, and she continued to yelp with every thrust.
"Aggron..."
"Shhhh..." I hushed her. "Don't say anything, just enjoy it."
I moved her away from the wall again. I began to lift her as I withdrew and drop her back down as I plowed back in, causing two natural forces, gravity and love, to unite. The result became obvious after only a few thrusts, as Chelsea responded with a shriek of ecstasy, her body tensing up as she came. I felt her juices splash onto my crotch, but barely noticed because of something else that had my attention.
I had been at the edge of my own climax from both her earlier treatment and our mating, and the sensation of her body clamping onto my rod gave me the final push. I fell into a pleasurable oblivion as my cock sprayed her womb with my seed. The thick substance quickly filled her, however, and I soon felt our mixed fluids oozing down the insides of my legs to the floor.
"You were...really pent up," Chelsea panted after taking a moment to regain her senses.
I nodded. "Yeah...that and the fact that you're the best mate I've ever had."
"I thought I was the only mate you'd ever had." She frowned.
"That's got nothing to do with it." I smiled at her. "You're the only mate I will ever have, too."
"Aggron...there's something we have to talk about."
"Uh-oh." I groaned. "The last time one of us said that, it resulted in me being depressed and you being tortured."
"I'm serious." Chelsea let out a short laugh, despite her "serious" manner. "And I don't really think it would be a good idea to talk about this while you're still buried inside me."
I grinned. "Well, since I really don't want to find out what you're being so serious about, I think I'll stay inside you."
My mate just gave me a look. "Don't be childish."
"I'm not a child," I whined playfully. My grin widened. "Want me to prove it?"
"It depends on what you mean by 'prove'."
I carried her back to the bed and lay her on her back, her legs dangling over the edge. I leaned over her and kissed her.
"Oh," she said, giggling again. I loved her giggle. "That's what you mean."
I smirked. "I'll take that as a yes, then."
"No, Aggâ�"mmh..."
Her protest quickly turned into a moan as I thrust into her.
"You asked for it, remember? You said you wanted me to do this, quote, 'as hard as I can, as fast as I can, and for as long as I want.'"
"Dammit, Aggron..." she moaned. "Seriously, stop. We need to talk."
"That's part of the reason I'm not stopping. Besides, it sounds like you're enjoying this." I said, starting to move faster.
Chelsea moaned again before replying. "I am, but...mmh...it's important that we talk about this."
"Then I guess we'd better hurry this up," I told her, grinning down at her. I suddenly obeyed her earlier request and began to pound her at top speed, seed from my earlier climax splashing out of her with each thrust.
Chelsea suddenly fell silent, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open as if she was trying to scream. I began to worry that maybe I was hurting her and slowed down a little, but she shook her head silently. I decided she was just overwhelmed by the pleasure and resumed my pounding, focusing instead the feeling of her tight walls pressing on my cock.
That sensation, as well as the resulting feeling of ecstasy, quickly overwhelmed my brain, and I found myself lost in the pleasure and listening only to my instincts. I don't know how much time passed as I repeatedly pounded Chelsea's swollen sex. There was only one thought that managed to pierce through the drunken haze of pleasure that blanketed my mind, and that was to do whatever it took to make the female below me scream.
As if she had read that thought, I felt the Gardevoir's body beginning to tense, although I was pretty sure she hadn't read my mind. She seemed to be too focused on continuing to breathe to do anything else but enjoy the pounding I was giving her. I could feel my own pleasure beginning to spike, and lamented the fact that soon, this wonderful feeling of bliss would have to end.
"Aggron..." Chelsea's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm gonna cum soon..."
"Me too," was all I managed before my climax struck. I felt the overwhelming pleasure flowing from our union reach its peak once more. I felt my shaft beginning to spray my load into her, but her snatch was already full with both of our juices, and a puddle began to form where it overflowed.
Despite the mind-numbing pleasure I was experiencing, my brain managed to gather enough information to realize that Chelsea hadn't reached her orgasm yet, and I continued to pound her even as I emptied my load into her.
My extra efforts were unnecessary, however. Either she was far closer than I had thought, the satisfaction of having me cum inside of her was enough to push her over the edge, or both. Regardless, Chelsea let out a loud moan of delight, her body stiffening as she clamped onto me with both her vagina and her legs. Another gush of fluids splashed onto my bed.
I finally pulled out of her and lay on the bed beside her. We both reveled in the afterglow for the second time that...morning? Day? Night? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that we were together.
"Okay, I'm done messing around now," I told my mate. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
When there was no answer, I looked to my side. Chelsea was already asleep. I hugged her, pulling the covers over us, and joined her in slumber with the feeling of her warm body prominent in my mind.
When I awoke, Drake was in my room, bringing my meal with him as usual. He and Chelsea were sitting at the steel table talking in hushed voices. Curious, I pretended I was still asleep, closing my eyes almost entirely and listening carefully.
"You should tell him," Drake was murmuring.
"I know." Chelsea looked over in my direction. "I'm afraid he'll take it the wrong way, though."
"Don't worry." Drake put a claw on her shoulder. "I'm sure he'll understand."
"I hope so..."
Drake got up. "I've gotta get going. I told Eclipse I'd hang out with her."
"I'll talk to you later, then," Chelsea replied.
"See you," Drake said before he left.
When the door closed behind him, Chelsea sighed. "I know you're awake."
I smiled and stood up. Of course I wouldn't be able to hide that from a Psychic-type.
"So what was that all about?" I asked, sitting at the table with her, taking the chair Drake had just vacated.
"Drake and I were discussing that matter I wanted to talk to you about earlier," Chelsea answered, looked unusually worried.
"And that would be...?"
"You said earlier that I was the only mate you'd ever have." Chelsea sighed. "That's what we need to talk about."
"You're not going to tell me I need to leave you and find a different mate, are you?" I asked her. "I thought the whole torture thing proved that I can't just give you up."
"Of course not," she answered.
I heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, that's good."
"But listen." Chelsea looked down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. "You know how dangerous our lives as Dark Pokémon are. Sure, your armor protects you from harm, but I could die on any mission. That's what we need to talk about."
"You won't die," I told her firmly. "I told you before, I'm willing to do anything to protect you."
"And I told you that you won't always be able to protect me." The Gardevoir looked back up at me, frowning. "Sooner or later, I'm going to get killedâ�""
"Don't say that," I interrupted her.
"â�"And when I do," she continued as if I hadn't spoken. "I don't want you to spend the rest of your life grieving for me. When I die, I want you to find another mate. Promise me you'll find a way to be happy without me."
I was silent for a long moment. "I'm sorry, Chelsea. I can't."
Now it was her turn to sit in silence for a moment before she stood. "I should let you eat."
"Chelsea..."
She ignored me and headed for the door.
Upon reaching it, she paused. "Oh, Aggron, one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Contrary to popular belief, grief won't fade with time." Chelsea didn't even turn back to me as she spoke. "You need to find happiness in order to overcome it. When I die, you'll grieve forever unless you find a new mate."
"Then I'll grieve," I murmured. "Nobody will ever be able to replace you."
She hesitated a moment, as if she were about to say something else, but walked out the door instead, leaving me alone with my meal. I picked up a piece of meat from the plate and began to eat, the flavor of the food drowned out by the thoughts racing through my head.
"I heard you and Chelsea have gotten through the trouble you two were having." Sage spoke as I entered his room, not looking up from the flower he was examining.
"Yeah," I answered, unsure what else to say.
"That's good. You two were made for each other. Almost literally." He turned to look at me, grinning slightly. "So what finally got it through your skulls?"
"The Creators did." I scowled. "I disobeyed orders on a mission. They decided to punish me."
"And because they can't physically hurt you, they tortured Chelsea instead, didn't they?"
I nodded, closing my eyes as Chelsea's screams of pain echoed through my mind.
"I hate to say it, Aggron," Sage said. "but it was inevitable. The Creators are always watching us. They keep track of who we talk to, our relationships with the others, etcetera, and they're not oblivious to what happens between us. They knew the two of you were in love, maybe even before you yourselves did."
I was silent.
"They've been looking for a way to control you since you were created," the Venusaur continued. "They knew they wouldn't be able to harm you, so they've been watching you more intensely than the rest of us. They're still doing it now."
I followed his gaze to the little security camera on the ceiling. Unsurprisingly, it was pointed towards us. I tried moving away from Sage, and the camera followed me. There was no doubting what Sage had said. The Creators were watching me. I wondered if there was a way to avoid their gaze.
"I know what you're thinking," Sage said. "You don't want to try."
I looked at him, tilting my head questioningly.
"If they can't find you, they might assume you've escaped," Sage explained. "What do you think they'd do to Chelsea?"
"They'd kill her," I growled.
"Or worse." Sage closed his eyes. "I've witnessed the terrible methods the Creators use to keep us in line. I've asked myself before whether or not it's worth working for these people. That's why I don't go on missions anymore. I don't have the faintest idea why they've allowed me to avoid missions, but they do. What about you? What do you think about the situation?"
I just gave him a skeptical look. "I didn't know you were capable of asking stupid questions."
Sage grinned. "You learn something new every day."
I laughed. "I'm sick to death of being a slave to the Creators. I just want to be free. I just want to be Chelsea's mate, to live a normal life with her. Maybe even have children."
"Dark Pokémon are sterile," he said simply.
"I know, and it pisses me off," I said. "I want to have a kid, and I know that Chelsea does, too. I'd give anything for that chance."
"When we are free, the two of you should adopt a baby," Sage replied.
I sighed. "It wouldn't be the same."
"Aggron, you don't need blood ties to a child for them to belong to you. For example, I've always cared for you as if you were my son, and I know you think of me as a father."
I smiled. His words filled me with an indescribable emotion. It wasn't love, I knew what that felt like, but it was similar. "Sage..."
He gave me a very serious look then. "As for the Creators, they've never cared one bit about us, and if we stay here with them, we will all die."
The smile quickly disappeared from my face. "I know, but how are we going to escape?"
"I've always believed that you'll find a way."
"Me?" I frowned again. "Why me?"
"You're different from the rest of us," he said. "You're the only one the Creators are afraid of. You're the only one all the other Dark Pokémon respect and listen to."
"What's your point?"
"You're a natural leader. No other Dark Pokémon naturally takes command like you do. You're the most powerful of all of us, but no matter how strong or tough you are, deep down, you don't want to fight."
"So what should I do?"
He chuckled. "You like asking me that question, don't you?"
I smiled and shrugged.
Sage shook his head and smiled. "It could be tomorrow, or it could be next year. All I know is that when the time comes, you'll be the one to lead us to freedom."Chapter End Notes:...So, there you go. A little bit of foreshadowing, I guess