The Rift 3: Filling the Void by AnonEmis
The Rift
3: Filling the Void
By AnonEmis
The night. It has a reputation of being the most peaceful time on Unova. The moon's serene rays replace the sun's vigorous ones and bring calm and sleep to people and Pokémon alike. On an uncharted island just off the coast of Unova, things were no different. The moon's light illuminated the empty beach. The breezy kiss of the wind swayed the palm fronds and rustled the sand from its slumber on the beach. The lazy waves lapped at the shore, washing up debris, shells, and pearls from the depths. Had anyone been watching though, they would have seen a piece of debris come alive and move, only to look closer and see that it was a Pokémon. The bear-like creature collapsed on the shoreline, taking sputtering, ragged coughs and breaths. His blue and cream fur was soaked to the hide, plastered to his skin by the salty liquid. Multiple wounds emancipated the Pokémon as it struggled to crawl to shore. The salt poured into the fresh cuts and brought jagged spears of pain into his body, but he continued crawling nonetheless, using the last reserves of his drained strength. His muscles rippled in his moonlight and his claws dug into the sand, one after the other, trying to reach safety. Once he was far enough in from the grasps of the sea, he painfully rolled onto his back and gazed forlornly at the star-bursting sky. His red eyes wearily closed: but whether to sleep or to die was something only that Pokémon knew. A wheezy wisp of sound escaped his maw, barely more powerful than the evening breeze and was easily lost among the flowing wind.
"...Han..."
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Han stood outside the Café Plaisir, feet aching and head spinning. Delicate flocks of snowflakes fell to earth in scattered flurries, painting the world with their delicate white bodies as they lay still. Han withdrew his cellphone from the pocket of his leather jacket and looked at the directions he had downloaded. This was the place. The café was situated on the outskirts of Castelia City. The air was quiet and heavy, but Han could hear the sounds of music and cheerful chatter resonating through the earthen brick walls and the windows. He took one last glance at the phone and began to sift through the Café Plaisir's online website. Finding nothing of interest there, except for a suspicious looking members-only tab, he put his hand on the doorknob. Suddenly, Han started to feel dizzy, his head began to start a low drumbeat; a relentless, yet dull, boom in his mind's ears. Ty, Ty, the percussion kept repeating. Unconsciously, Han took out the bottle of stolen pills and swallowed one.
"Idiot..." He reprimanded himself. However, the wooziness and sounds had disappeared for now. He took a deep breath and tried to relax his aching heart. He thought of his lover, the love of his life; the Typhlosion who sacrificed himself to save Han. The loss of him scarred Han deeply.
"I miss you Ty..." He sadly thought.
Han brushed the tears from his eyes and absent-mindedly stroked his short hair. He needed to at least look presentable, although perhaps no one would recognize him. He opened the door and walked inside. He was greeted by a wave of warmth, instantly thawing the chills of the weather. Han took a look around. Other than two tired businessmen sitting in one of the multiple cedar tables and chairs, which were lit by tasteful iron chandeliers, the place was empty of customers. However, he saw many Pokémon in the kitchen windows, cooking; he could smell the savory scents wafting into his nostrils. Han exhaled softly.
"Hello there!"
Han was greeted by a Gardevoir in a green apron with a Pokeball design; her smile was incredibly wide, showing perfect white teeth. Many would have considered it an insincere look, but the Embrace Pokémon's eyes were kind and caring. Han smiled and nodded.
"Hello."
"My name is Sharon, and I'm the hostess here," Her voice then became a tad husky and her eyes narrowed seductively. "Would you like a menu?"
The Gardevoir reached for a pile of menus on the hostess stand.
Han was a bit confused by her attitude, but put on his most winning smile.
"I'm fine, thanks. I'm just here for the alcohol." He said with a little chuckle.
"Oh, alright... The bar's that way." Sharon seemed to be a bit disappointed but she still gestured to the bar. Han nodded and made a beeline for the place; ignoring the looks the other patrons were giving him. The great, oak, cocktail lounge was laden with bottles of every shape and brand; it was well stocked with many exotic brands in languages Han never seen before. It covered the far wall and was manned by a Sceptile in the same apron along with a bowtie. The reptilian initially looked quite bored as there weren't many customers, his green face propped up by an elbow and his eyes were drooped sleepily. His expression quickly changed to interest as Han walked over and sat down, the Pokémon took a long, furtive, look at Han's body and grinned.
"Why hello there, hon," The Sceptile drawled, "What'cha need?"
Han thought for a minute, contemplating which was best to drown his sorrows in.
"Five shots of the strongest scotch you have, err... What would your name be?"
The Sceptile simply grinned and turned around, his tail swishing slowly. The apron he was wearing didn't cover his back, allowing Han to see it bare. It was oiled and smelt of evergreen, an aphrodisiac among grass-types. Han took a whiff and felt himself drifting away from reality, despite him having not even drunk a drop of alcohol. The bartender looked back and winked at Han. With nimble movements and sleight of hand, he began to gather the shot glasses and the bottle from the expansive shelves behind the bar. He pirouetted 180 degrees back to the bar and expertly set the glasses down in a neat row. With his claws, he shorn the cork off the bottle and poured an even amount of malt scotch into each glass without even spilling a drop. With a flourish, the Forest Pokémon slid the glasses to Han's placing. Han raised an eyebrow.
"Impressive."
"Hehe, thank you cutie." The grass-type leaned towards the bar, a slight smile on his lips. "The name's Leon by the way." Answering Han's question.
Han smiled and downed the first shot in a single gulp, he immediately felt the hot liquid flowing down his throat and warm his insides. It was almost like the pain in Han's emotions was being scrubbed clean. Almost.
He looked up and saw the Sceptile gazing at him with interest. Leon started to stare into Han's eyes, licking his lips flirtatiously. To Han's chagrin, he felt his cheeks getting a bit hot. After what happened on the cruise ship, he never realized how lonely he was ever since Ty was missing. He was a zombie, incapable of happiness and consumed by an empty void that Ty's death had left. But perhaps it was the alcohol, but Han really enjoyed the attention Leon was giving him, it was like he could feel good again. Whole.
"My name's Han" The trainer said with a slim smile, returning the look and focusing his deep, chocolate, eyes on Leon. His words were slightly slurred by the combined effects of the alcohol and the Oxycontin.
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Meanwhile:
"Hey Jack, look at the new customer; he's kinda cute isn't he?"
Jack stopped cutting up the berries with his paring knife and turned to the Flygon working next to him, who was staring very interestedly at the young man walking towards the bar. His draconic eyes followed the young human's every movement as he made his way to the watering hole. The Typhlosion had to agree, he had seen his face when he was talking to Sharon. His features were a bit boyish, but his eyes radiated maturity. They were very luminescent and reminded Jack of dark chocolate. His body though, Jack wasn't sure, the jacket covered up his bulk very well. In his Irish brogue, Jack chuckled.
"Heh, ye got that right." The fire-type glanced over teasingly to the Flygon, who was named Felix. "Too bad yer shift is over; you've got that look in yer eye."
Felix smirked and he began to preen his diamond-shaped wings with his claws. He adjusted his apron and began to walk out the granite partition that separated the kitchen from the main dining area. He called out behind him.
"Don't worry Jack, there's nothing wrong with just trying to talk with a customer" He said with a mischievous grin.
He didn't make it. A purple aura surrounded the dragon's body and his body was frozen stiff. Jack whirled around to see the source of the attack. With mixed relief and exasperation, the Typhlosion noticed Sharon using her Psychic to hold Felix in place.
"H-hey!" Felix tried to struggle, but the Gardevoir continued to hold his body in place.
Jack sighed, "Yeh mind lettin' Felix go, Sharon?"
Sharon rolled her eyes. The Gardevoir released Felix from her psychic hold and crossed her slight arms. Felix fell to his knees and spun around to face Sharon, his face a mask of shock and anger.
"What the hell was that for?!"
"I know your shift is off, and YOU know that it's against the rules to seduce customers when your off-duty. It's bad for business." Sharon spoke sternly.
Felix rolled his eyes.
"Pfft, you're just jealous he brushed you off!" The Flygon retorted.
Sharon bristled in annoyance. "For your information, he clearly didn't want a menu, so he's off-limits to everyone, idiot."
"Who are you calling an-"
Jack cut in, his expression showed disappointment.
"Quit fightin' will ya? Looks like Leon beat us to the punch."
Felix and Sharon looked over through the window in the kitchen. Leon had jumped over the bar and began to chat the customer up. He sat on the stool next the customer's, but was slowly edging towards him like a predator. The young man's five shot glasses were empty and he seemed to be swaying a little on his chair. It seemed like Leon told a joke which made the customer chuckle. The clear, tinkly laugh reverberated in Jack's ears and he caught himself actually perking them up.
"He has a nice laugh..." Jack thought to himself.
Felix began to flex his wickedly sharp claws. He gritted his teeth in anger.
"I am going to murder that freaking asshole!"
"Calm down Felix," Sharon sighed. She tried to raise a hand to put on his shoulder, but Felix slapped it away.
"Why the nerve of that dragon-hating slut, taking advantage of a customer." He seethed.
"Wasn't that exactly what you were going to do?" Sharon pointed out.
Felix flushed a brilliant shade of vermillion. He started stammering.
"NO! W-well, err, c'mon Jack, help me out h- Ohhh"
"...Wow..." Sharon finished for Felix.
Leon had helped take off the customer's leather jacket, revealing the young man's physic. He was wearing a white button-up shirt which hugged the man's chest and torso accented the toned body; the abs and pectorals clearly showing through. Under the shirt, the young man had a body that could make models flush with envy. Jack could see that other than a few scars on his biceps, his body was flawless. Despite the muscles, the customer's figure was fairly slim, more of a swimmer's build rather than a bodybuilder's. With the body and the clothes, he looked like a celebrity. Leon clearly noticed his sexy build and grinned ear to ear. He edged even closer.
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Han's head was swimming; the world teetered and tottered around him. It took all his focus to remain firmly on the stool and keep his eyes open. He looked at the Sceptile with bleary eyes. His maw was opening and closing, as if he was trying to talk. His words fell on deaf ears though, as Han was more than just tipsy.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Han managed to say.
Leon snickered. "No worries, Han. I was just wondering if you would like a menu, you seem hungry."
Han thought for a moment, he was a bit peckish. He nodded and tried to get off the chair, but stumbled a bit. He felt a smooth arm on his, and saw Leon steadying him. In his other paw, he held a stack of menus.
"If you take a menu, you get a private room and one of us waiter or waitresses to wait on you; my menu is on the top." The Sceptile said with a seductive expression.
"Wait on me?" Han thought, he wasn't sure what this was leading to, but the Oxycontin and scotch currently thrashing his mind and judgement weren't helping.
"Thanks, where's the room?" Han instead said.
Leon consulted a notepad from his apron pocket. "Room 2b; it's upstairs, third door to your right. Hope to see you soon, cutie."
The Sceptile winked and casually went back to his place at the bar.
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"Ugh, it looks like Leon seduced the poor guy." Felix muttered in disgust and disappointment.
Jack watched as the customer strode up the stairs, his deliberate, elegant gait only slightly hampered by the booze-induced dizziness. He personally had no animosity towards Leon, but he did admit he was a bit of a tool towards dragons like Felix. Nonetheless, he looked after the man's retreating back with slight jealousy as he disappeared from view. The young man had good looks, a nice laugh, and beautiful eyes; he seemed very alluring. He couldn't blame Leon for wanting him. He yawned and resignedly returned to his wooden cutting board and began chopping the slightly stale berries. While this was happening, Felix continued to mutter rants and curses at Leon, swearing to set him on fire and other more-violent musings. The dragon stalked around the ceramic floor, his foot-claws gouging the tiles. Felix looked like he was about to roar in sheer rage, but he never got the chance to open his maw.
The intercom sounded in the kitchen, the operator's voice grated with a metallic, coarse tone. It echoed off the walls and was heard audibly in the main dining area.
"Jack to room 2b, there is a customer waiting for you."
The Typhlosion's eyes boggled, as did Felix's and Sharon's. Room 2b was the suite that the mysterious young man was occupying. Heart racing, Jack quickly put on his apron and meticulously washed his juice-stained paws. He ran his claws through his luscious fur and glanced at Felix and Sharon; envy and confusion etched onto their faces. Jack broke into a wide grin as he glanced at the two.
"See ya guys tomorrow, hehe."
Jack walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs, trying very hard not to meet Leon's eyes. He could feel the Sceptile's enraged gaze burning a hole in the back of his skull. Once he got up the stairs, out of Leon's murderous stare, and was standing just outside the customer's room, he took a deep breath, put on his trademark grin, and walked inside.
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The bottle of pills lay spilt and scattered on the carpeting. A stack of menus was strewn across the floor like leaves in the wind. The room's atmosphere was filled with the racking gasps of the sole occupant: Han. His panicked eyes were fixed on the top menu, featuring a male Typhlosion. Jack. He had been about to use the suite telephone to call up Leon, but his eyes snapped onto one menu. The name was printed in bold text and imprinted the name into Han's eyes. However, Han saw someone different on that picture, saw a different name; all too familiar.
"T-T-Ty?"
The name clearly said Jack, but his addled mind only saw Ty. His heart felt like it was clenched by a sinister claw. It had to be him! The same eyes, the same smile, Han was convinced; Ty was alive and working here. It was as if the imaginary bridge between mind and heart had been severed by a great tide of lust and wanting.
"But why..."
Han's mind was going nowhere, the scotch and the ridiculous overdose of pills had rendered Han nothing more than an animal for the moment. The shock faded away to euphoria as Han silently rejoiced at his lover coming back to him, they would be reunited and all the pain would was going away, it had to. He took a shuddering breath and calmed himself. He needed to be calm, be appealing. There was a reason Ty had been missing, but now, the alcohol had wormed its way into his mind. Lust overcame anything higher thought.
A light rap was heard on the door.
" 'Scuse me sir, ya called? It's Jack."
Han's heart began erratically thumping. He hastily gathered the fallen pills and swallowed one. The world gradually stopped spinning, but his head was still clouded. He kicked the menus under the bed and sat back down in the easy chair. Han chuckled to himself.
"Well, Jack, two can play at this game."
Han called out, "Come in!"
The door creaked open and a large Typhlosion walked in, a low-fitting apron covering his waist and below. Other than that and a naughty grin on his face, Jack was wearing nothing else. He closed the door behind him and pulled out a pen and notepad from his apron pocket.
"Would you like something to eat, Mr...?"
Han shook his head.
"I'm Han, and I would rather get to know you first, Jack."
Jack pretended to be flustered and hid his face in his paws for a second.
"Awwe, well I wouldn't know if you'd like to listen to me talk..."
"I would, why don't you take a seat?" Han said with a slight smile, gesturing to the couch opposite to his easy chair.
"Don't mind if I do!" Jack chirped. Being the tease he was, he lay sprawled on his side and spread his brawny legs as far as the apron would let him, giving Han one of the most erotic sights ever. The fabric covered his member from sight, but just barely. The half-light filtering in from the velvet curtains fell upon Jack's fur, making it shimmer and shine. Any other human would have been aroused and seduced then and there. To Jack's surprise, young man didn't even glance at his crotch. He simply stared into his eyes, the young man's fudge-coloured eyes trying to divine into Jack's very being. Jack quivered a little. Up close, Jack could see them; their faint glimmer seemed to suck him in, into Han's mind. He felt himself actually blush in front of a customer.
"You 'ave beautiful eyes, Han." Jack blurted out. He flushed and quickly apologized, inwardly chastising himself for being too forward. What was happening?
"Sorry sir, didn't mean to be sudden..."
Han chuckled again, once introducing Jack to his melodious laugh.
"No worries, thank you. I'd like to know you better though."
"Well since yeh asked nicely, I'm one of the owner's Pokémon, I wanted to work here an' when I evolved, I applied as quickly as I could. I've served lots of customers since I was hired, but you seem the best lookin'; and the most interestin'."
The smile fell from Han's face. The young man's expression became serious as he stood, his face a mask of pure wanting. His deft hands slowly unbuttoned the fastenings on his shirt as he rose. While his gaze never left Jack's crimson eyes, Han began to step towards the couch.
In a low and husky voice, Han whispered. "Really? Then I'd hate to disappoint you, Jack."
All the buttons on Han's shirt had been undone. The trainer's bare chest muscles stood proudly under Jack's hungry gaze. Han shrugged his shoulders and let the shirt fall off his body like a silky second skin. Jack noticed a heavy cloth bandage covering his left bicep. Han still looked very sexy; the fabric on his arm barely detracting from his looks. His eyes looked penetratingly at Jack while the Typhlosion tore his sight from Han's eyes to his crotch. A tent was beginning to form, the restrained member struggling to free itself from its denim prison while Han kicked off his shoes and socks.
Without warning, Han pounced. His frame landed on Jack's, Han's hands pinned the Pokémon's with surprising strength. The initial shock quickly gave way to ecstasy as the human's eager lips met his own. Out of all of Jack's customers, no one started off with kissing, let alone as passionately as Han. The trainer's breath seamlessly flowed into Jack's maw, wetting his dry mouth. At the same time, Han's human scent filled Jack's nostrils with its wispy tendrils. The scent and the taste were both the same: mint and musk. The sweet taste embraced his tongue and the smell tickled his nose. Jack slowly closed his eyes in pleasure, letting Han do all the work. The young man's tongue snaked into Jack's maw and caressed his own; it was gentle at first, then Han's lips became frantic, animalistic.
"Mmmm..." Jack murred into Han's mouth, sending vibrations down his throat.
Han suddenly withdrew until only their tongues were in contact; constantly swishing around erotically, as the young man began to press his body against Jack's. The Typhlosion purred; feeling the heat from Han's body soaking into his fur like the sun. Jack's 8-inch member was fully erect now; it poked Han's abs as they began to grind, their cocks brushing against each other with each gyration of their hips.
Han slid his tongue out of Jack's thirsty maw, a long strand of glistening saliva ran from both of their hanging tongues. The strand snapped and fell onto Jack's lips, which quickly lapped it up. Jack stared naughtily at the human straddling his chest, a mischievous grin on his lips as he breathlessly spoke.
"Well damn, I ain't never had someone who kissed like you, hon!"
Han was breathing heavily, a slight sheen of sweat shimmered on his chest; a reminder of their passionate make-out. His brown eyes stared hungrily at Jack's body, their fierce lust evident in his noir pupils.
Without a word, Han slid off Jack and fell to his knees in front of the couch. His hands gripped the side of the apron, trying to rip it off. Jack gently brushed them away, a teasing smile plastered on his face.
"Look 'ere," Jack jokingly scolded, "Yeh gotta watch the uniform!"
Han's features curved into a feral smile as he gazed at the sexy Typhlosion in front of him; his own muscles straining against the apron. Almost as much as the bulge poking a tent in the uniform.
"Don't be a tease" Han breathed as he grasped the apron in both hands and ripped the garment in half. With a great tearing noise, the two halves of the apron fluttered down to the carpet, revealing Jack's throbbing member. Just over eight inches in length and a fleshy pink in colour, the cock rose from its sheath. It was about three inches wide at the base and tapered to a perfect point. Pre flowed from the quivering tip like lava from a volcano.
Han's eyes lit up in frenzied delight as he brought his face close to Jack's manhood. The scent of cologne and sweat invaded his nostrils and aroused the young man even further. He placed his right hand on the pulsing cock and gently squeezed, inciting a sharp intake of breath from Jack. Next came his lips. Han started with a series of kisses at the base of the cock. The wet sounds mingled with Jack's moans as Han worked his way up the member, his drool mixed with Jack's precum as he teasingly slobbered over the entire shaft, leaving the tip in a sexually agonizing state.
Jack's tongue flopped out of his drooling maw as he arched his head back. His long, lustful moans filled the sound-proofed rooms with their guttural sounds.
"Oooohhhhh, don't stop..."
Jack began to squirm, feeling a familiar rush begin to envelop his senses, bringing him into heat. All of a sudden, Han stopped. Jack felt an immediate sense of emptiness as he felt his orgasm retreating.
"Hey, I'm the supposed to be the tease-"
Jack never got to finish as a loud cry of pleasure escaped his lips.
"Goddamn!"
Han's expert lips surrounded Jack's member and slowly slid down the length of the erect shaft. Jack felt as if his cock was enveloped into a jungle; Han's hot breath washed over him like a fog, clouding his senses and sending further into the throes of animalistic lust. Six inches in, Jack felt the back of Han's throat. Pre began leaking like a faucet and slicked Han's mouth. The trainer could feel the sweet nectar dribbling down into his stomach, warming his insides. Easily suppressing his gag reflex, the young man began to slowly bob up and down on the shaft, with each stoke, the tip of his tongue grazed the cock. Jack's moans were becoming a constant thing, his cries in sync with Han's bobbing. Jack's paws found their way to Han's head, running his paws through his silky hair and guiding the young man deeper and deeper onto his stiff shaft. The moaning cumulated when Han went deep, swallowing all eight inches without even gagging.
"Mmmff" A muffled groan of pleasure emanated from Han.
Pre leaked out of the corners of his mouth as his lips pressed against his fur. Han remained like this for a minute, allowing Jack to enjoy the feeling. The Typhlosion did; Han's human tongue and mouth were softer than a Pokémon's, yet still letting Jack feel the rough texture of his mouth as he licked and suckled Jack's cock.
Han's fingers began to play with Jack's fur; stroking the luscious strands and massaging his muscles, which had been clenched the whole time in sheer excitement.
Jack murred in pleasure. Grinning broadly, he looked down at the hot young man working him over.
"Oh wow, yeh sure know what yer doin', hon."
Han looked adoringly into Jack's eyes, mesmerizing him with his playful gaze, a mischievous twinkle in his look. He slid his mouth off Jack's member, his lips making a sucking noise as they retreated. Without warning, Han dove back in. This time, he went down on Jack fervently: his tongue roughly rubbed Jack's member as it slid in and out of Han's gaping mouth, making it wet with his pre. Before long, Jack felt a feral rush in his cock; it worked its way from his sac and into his bell, before completely taking over his mind in a frenzy.
"Ohh... I hope yer ready Han, I'm about ta cum!"
Han squeezed Jack's pumping hips with his hands, the only signal that Han heard. Jack's murrs escalated until he could no longer contain it.
With a roar, Jack came and held on the arms of the couch to prevent from being bucked off by the sheer force of his own orgasm. Oodles upon oodles of Jack's sweet seed spurted into Han's waiting mouth like a torrent. Han swallowed, feeling the hot liquid flow into his insides. He couldn't take all of it though, as he coughed to stop from choking on the rather large amount of cum that Jack had produced. The tide kept on coming though, splattering all over his lips and cheeks, painting them white. Han licked his lips, savoring the exotic taste of Jack's juices. Seed ran down his chin, dripping down his chin and onto his sweating chest. The trainer leaned back, slowly stroking Jack's still-erect cock, cum still spurting out, coating Jack's fur with his own seed. Han grinned at the Typhlosion above him, looking equally as drained with an equally naughty smile on his face. Jack chuckled a bit, seeing Han's face covered in his fluids.
"Heh, hope I didn't surprise yeh!" Jack seemed very proud of the amount of cum he had produced, his tongue was flopping out and he looked very content. He was greedily scooping up his own seed in his paws and licking them clean, his sexy red eyes staring at Han as Jack put on a little show for Han. He began suckle each of the fingers of his cum-stained paws, his long tongue slurping loudly as he eagerly licked himself clean.
The erotic sight aroused Han even more and he unbuttoned his jeans, leaving only his boxers which were straining to keep in his own throbbing member. Jack noticed the bulge and with great agility, leapt from the couch and lay on top of Han, a look of animalistic arousal evident on the fire-type's face. The positions were reversed. Han immediately smelt the musk radiating from the gorgeous beast straddling him and wrapped his muscular arms around Jack, passionately feeling every last curve; every sinewy muscle. He felt the Pokémon rub his cock, still fully erect, (A testament to the Typhlosion's amazing sex drive) against his boxers and stomach. The warm, sticky fluid smeared all over his toned body as if Jack's fur were a brush.
Han felt a rough, textured tongue licking his face. He realized Jack was licking his face clean, scooping and swallowing up his seed with each slurp. Han caught his eye and Jack gave another seductive grin, his eyes narrowed and teasing. In an equally husky tone, he managed to whisper.
"I love the taste o' my own cum; but I can't wait teh taste yer's..."
Han smiled and closed his eyes, allowing the Typhlosion to do his work, letting out small moans of pleasure each time Jack's rough tongue rubbed his face.
Han reached out and gently gripped Jack's ears, bringing his maw down to his waiting lips. Once again, their tongues swirled around each other, Jack's fluids being swapped between mouths and eventually swallowed by the aroused Pokémon. Jack's heart was beating a tattoo beat; he had never been with someone like Han. He seemed like the perfect human, and Jack couldn't help but kiss Han deeper; trying to meld into the human's body and eyes.
"Jack? You're... Kinda... Ack, squishing me."
Jack looked down and saw Han with a grimace of pain on his face. The Typhlosion suddenly realized that he had actually been trying to meld with Han; his bulk pinning the young man to the floor and nearly suffocating him. Another flush of rouge came to Jack's cheeks; he'd gotten too passionate. A rookie mistake.
"Oh, sorry Han, I jus' got a lil' too-"
"Don't be Jack." Han turned away and lay sprawled on the bed, stomach up and his dangling legs spread apart to give Jack a very nice view of Han's crotch. A tent had formed on the boxers and there was a small puddle in the fabric, courtesy of Han's pre. Han's expression was expectant; challenging Jack to make the next move.
The Typhlosion obliged and the naughty, excited smirk returned to Jack's face. He fell to his knees and placed his paws on the waistband, his lustful eyes meeting Han's, a silent assent passing in between them. Jack began to slide the underwear off, and beholded his prize. Han's member stood seven inches thick, pre leaking from the bell at an almost constant pace. His sac hung low and tantalising; it took all of Jack's willpower to not immediately gorge himself. He wanted to make this last.
Jack cupped Han's sac in his furry paw, kneading it and drinking in the lustful moans that emanated from Han. Next he placed his lips just on the tip of the cock, letting the precum moisten his lips. Jack inhaled and took in the musky aroma wafting into his nostrils. He took a deep breath and completely filled his hungry maw with Han's cock. His experienced tongue immediately went to work; the rough organ coated the member with a thick layer of saliva.
"Aaaaahhhhhh...." Han was overcome with the waves of pleasure flowing up his body, he watched with bated breath as the Pokémon began to suck him off. Jack's eyes were closed in pleasure as he bobbed up and down on the organ, his muffled murrs filled the air and Han's ears. At last, Jack backed off and gave Han's member a long lick from base to tip. Amidst Han's sharp gasp of ecstasy, Jack crawled on top of Han, once again straddling him. Jack let his tongue, dripping with Han's pre and his own drool flop out of his mouth, a sign of his feral lust.
"Yeh liked that Han?" He breathlessly asked.
"Yeah..." Han whispered. His chocolate eyes became suggestive as his mouth curved into a seductive smirk.
"I want you Jack."
"Yer wish is my command, sir..." Jack huskily whispered. He took his own member in his paw and began to grind against Han's. Once his love-muscle was sufficiently lubed, Jack spread Han's sinewy legs with his powerful arms and pressed the tip of his dripping member against the hole.
"C'mon, give it to me you slut..." Han snarled, his need for Jack inside him was clear.
"Alright hon, here it comes..."
As Jack started to push the tapered tip in, Han winced a little, unused to such a large member in his tight hole. He was clearly a virgin, his hole at least.
"Oh god..." Both of them groaned in sheer pleasure and arousal.
Jack pushed in harder stopped and to let Han absorb his cock. As his sphincter relaxed, the Typhlosion pushed in deeper, tingles of euphoria going up his body as Han's anal walls hugged Jack's cock. Jack took minute to enjoy the feeling, never had a human brought him so much pleasure. Jack kept the pressure up and pushed all the way and was soon buried deep in this handsome young man. The pleasure of Han's ass sent Jack into heat, he began to pump, long strokes that went deeper and deeper into Han's insides, sending them both down the path of no return. Han took it with little effort; Jack's eight inches sliding in and out with a delicious squelching sound. Jack had Han in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Han yelled.
Han's hole gripped Jack as he pumped, both lovers were moaning constantly, echoing throughout the soundproofed room. Without warning, Han grabbed Jack's head and forced him down in a savage kiss, his breath filled Jack's maw as they both moaned into each other's mouths.
"Smack, smack" was the sound Jack's sac made as it slapped against Han's ass with each pounding. It reverberated in the room. Han's manhole was getting wet and hot inside as Jack continued; relentlessly pumping him with his throbbing dick. The Typhlosion pulled away from the kiss and stared panting like an animal, his eyes red-rimmed and sweat pouring off of his fur.
"Ahh... Han... Git ready, I'm about to come!" Jack grunted.
"Ooohh... Give me all you got Jack." Was Han's pained reply.
Jack began to pump Han's cock with a paw, desperately wanting Han to blow a load all over his stomach and face when he came. That moment arrived.
Their sweating bodies tensed as they both came simultaneously.
"Aaaaahhhh!" They both screamed to the heavens as Han's member shot its load, human juice splatting onto Jack's soft fur and muzzle, coating it in white. He opened his maw, frantically catching the powerful spurts of Han's seed in his waiting tongue.
While this was happening, Jack came with a fury. Feeling the orgasm take him over, Jack buried his tool to the hilt in Han's ravaged hole. A blast of fresh cum rushed into Han's ass, coating the walls with seed and flowing straight into his insides, sending warmth up Han's spine. The orgasm lasted for a minute, erratic spurts shooting up the trainer's hole as Jack's body bucked weakly with each contraction.
Completely drained, Jack wearily pulled out of Han's hole, seed flowing out from the gaping opening. The Typhlosion then collapsed on top of Han, staring adoringly at the gorgeous human with the amazing eyes. Han gazed back at Jack and smiled, speechless for the moment. Jack felt his heart flutter and subconsciously, knew he was falling for this young man with the endless brown eyes. He inwardly hoped Han would never leave and stay here with him.
Wishful thinking, he blearily thought. He felt a pair of sweet lips envelop his and murred in pleasure. Han withdrew and looked at Jack, his face a mask of pure content.
"That was... Amazing... Ty..." Han whispered before closing his eyes, his arms still wrapped around the Typhlosion's back, holding Jack close.
"Huh? Han, did yeh just call me Ty?" Jack's brow furrowed in confusion, but the young man was already asleep, his face peaceful and smiling. Jack smiled at the view, pushed the thought from his head and embraced the man. He was happy and completely drained at their love-making. No human had been that passionate, or handsome. The bear-like Pokémon rolled them both under the blankets, ignoring the mess covering both their bodies. He then snuggled close to the human beside him, nuzzling his furry snout into Han's smooth neck before succumbing to the reaches of sleep as well. A peaceful smile was left on both their lips.
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Ooo... Looks like Han just had a one night stand, I'd hate to be him when he wakes up though. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, it took a lot of effort and I would REALLY appreciate some ratings and comments. They let me know how I'm doing as a writer. It only takes 30 seconds. (: Another announcement, I'm going to start taking requests for some short scenes from you viewers. Just comment or pm me the basic premise and I'll start writing! ^-^ It's first come, first serve though and my watchers get extra priority, as a thank you for reading my stories and supporting me this far.
Sincerely,
Anon