To be a Pokemon
#4 of Heart of a Trainer, Soul of a Pokémon
First part here (link is above, too, thought the other stories above it have nothing to do with this one.; they are merely different stories in the Poke world): http://orcas.yiffstar.com/?pid=70778
Lucien stared out across into the bleeding sky, his crimson eyes matching the flames that danced among the clouds and over the horizon. They stared out across the green trees, lit orange from the sun's final rays, over the rolling hills, past the gentle flowing streams that made his long black ears twitch. Instead of beholding the sights, he let his eyes dim down, no longer focusing on his eyesight as he stared off into the distance. His fur rose on end from the discomfort of the stone he was atop. It was freezing, the chill sweeping up through his black and blue fur, resting itself against his soft skin. His black toes curled as he closed his large eyes, feeling his blue aura dance around him in disarray. It sparkled and then died away, playing over his prickling fur and flittering into smoke as it snaked over his lithe body, nuzzling close to his fur instead of flaring out as it usually did. Like the setting sun, it flickered and pealed away from the sky, as if it were to set, behind the darkness, beyond the clouds, into nothing.
He shrugged off the chill creeping into his rear from the slate out hanging, a waterfall pouring down to his right, roaring as it slammed down into the glassy water below. The blue dog looked down, watching the foam and spray rise up from the crashing waves, throwing itself against rocks and summoning ripples farther along the churning waters. The chill rose along his spine, making him arch his back and shift uncomfortably as he slumped forward, betraying his solid, erect stance. Gingerly, he reached down and picked up a rounded stone from the boulder he was atop, rolling it over his palm, feeling its slick surface run along his soft pads.
As he danced it over his pads, he heaved a breath from his chest, the yellow fur prickling around the spike on the Lucario's chest. Resting his mind, he tried to not think, to just be at peace with himself. Yet, it kept slipping down the ravine of emotions swirling inside his head, throwing him into despair. Why did it bother him so much that Cruz had mated his trainer, his friend? It made his chest burn, flare with an unquenchable yearning, a desire and near hatred. It was more than the fact he didn't like Cruz and greatly cared for his trainer. It was more than the fact Cruz had defiled their master. Even the fact it was wrong, a Pokemon and a human together in such a relationship, was not enough to explain why he was feeling the way he was.
Angrily, the dog ground his teeth together, a feral growl ripping from his lips as he clenched the rock in his paw, the muscles standing out against the fur as he quivered with irritation. For the first time since smelling the scent of Cruz and his trainer he felt it roar to life within him. The blue plumes seethed from his body and his canines gnashed together in agitation as his claws wrapped firmly around the pebble. Swiftly, he pushed himself up with his thin but muscular hind legs, his two blue ears held beck against his skull as the four black ears rose in the fashion his hackles did. With a snarl, the cobalt aura around him exploded into a flaming mass, consuming the air around it as leaned back, throwing the rock angrily into the water below. It shrieked through the air, ablaze with the aura, before slamming into the water. At first it sizzled, creating barely a ripple as it vanished into the churning waves. Lucien stared at it for a moment, his bloodred eyes smoldering as suddenly a torrent of water gushed upward, spattering out into the air with a howling roar that matched his own, deafening the waterfall as it pushed the droplets into the air, slamming into the quiet air in a plumes fashion before falling back on itself, raining downward.
Lucien's ears lay flat against his skull as the growls made his chest rumble, the water pattering down on his fur slicking it against his form, plastering it to his body as he quivered, paws clenched and eyes filled with hollow anger.
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Keldjor's ear twitched slightly from his curled position by the new camp his trainer was setting up. Krai lay curled up beside him, her smooth back rising and falling in her sleep, ears flickering. Quietly as to not wake her up, the Umbreon slipped free from his comfort beside the Persian, leaving the warmth behind as he cocked his head in the air. He had thought he heard something. Was he imagining things?
I heard it, too,' Keldjor swiveled his head to Cruz, the black dog who was until recently gnawing on a thick branch. Some of the bark still hung from his large teeth as he spit the fibers out, trying to push them away with his tongue. It sounded like Lucien.'
Yeah, I though so, too. But what would he be doing way out there beyond the wooden towers? He is normally here, watching two-legged-pale-skin trainer.' He glanced over to Kelsey, to make sure she was still there, tying another rope to a metal stake and fastening it. This time, she was going to try and set the tent up because they had time. Normally, they stopped too late so it was already dark by the time they stopped and she had to sleep on the ground under a tree.
'Do you think he found something?' The Houndoom played with the dirt under his claws, huffing softly.
'I doubt it. Blue-dog-friend would face it by himself. He is stubborn that way,' the black feline turned to his dog counterpart, cocking his head, red eyes sparkling as he spoke, like you.'
'I am nothing like that swooning fool.'
Keldjor paid no heed to the feral growling in the dog's throat, or the bared teeth threatening to snap down like a guillotine. Instead, he turned his back on the wolf, raising his banner in the air, the yellow stripe on it glowing softly as he threw his head to the wind and trotted away with the pride only a cat could muster before he snuggled up with his Persian. He nuzzled the golden fur before setting his chin on her and closing his eyes. There was no point to arguing with Cruz, he would not understand.
Cruz watched the Umbreon stalk away and growled, dismissing it slowly before trotting up to his trainer. His member peeked out from its sheath and he internally winced. Embarrassing, even shameful that it willed him to want to mouth his trainer again. It had been a few days since then, and he could not help but desire it again. Still, he would not use his trainer like that again. Despite this, he could not help but look lustily toward her rear as she was on her hands and knees, trying to tie the last pin of the tent down. Cruz shook his head, walking beside her and watching her fingers nimbly work around the rope. He stared at his paws, wishing he had hands. He had never felt the need for them before; they were not useful for hunting, or mounting a bitch, or for bolting through the forest. But as he watched her hands work the rope into a knot, pulling it taut, he huffed.
Kelsey turned to him and smiled softly, "Hey boy, you doing good?" He didn't understand but the cooing voice embarrassed him and he leaned into her palm as she stroked behind his horns, making him pant. It felt so good to be able to reach the skin there. As she scratched behind his ear he murred, nearly kicking his foot. He held back the urge, only filthy pets did that, he told himself as the fingers played through his black fur and grabbed his head gently, pulling it in as the girl pressed a kiss against his nose. He wrinkled it as she did, but licked her neck, returning the gesture.
He heard her giggle and leaned into her side, sighing softly. No wonder Lucien liked this; he wondered to himself, it felt so nice, being near something warm and gentle. He was halfway asleep from the soft petting before he felt Kelsey shift away and he opened his eyes, looking up at her and swishing his devil tail slightly. "Lucien should be back by now; I'm going to go find him." He sensed worry in her voice and padded after her but she held out her hand to him, fingers pointing toward the sky and palm facing him. "Stay."
Insulted by the command, one he recognized from watching trainers and their pets, he sat and flattened his ears, watching her run off into the forest. Huffing, he sat down on his haunches and obeyed the command.
Kelsey left her Pokemon in the clearing near the tent, shrinking under branches as the green leaves engulfed her, shading her view and hiding her from the world. She had needed to get away, and following her friend had been the perfect escape. Ever since the cave she had felt strange. It was bad enough she never felt attracted to a human. It was awful she never wanted a relationship with one. Disgraceful that she surrounded herself with creatures that couldn't talk back. And to add to it all, she had presented herself to a dog.
She hadn't liked Cruz at all, hadn't really considered what he wanted. She had told herself that when she rolled on all fours for him, but she had desired it, too. What was she to do? She had let lust control her, even though she preached abstinence.
How many people did it with Pokemon? Just the freaks her parents had told her about before she left on her journey. She agreed with them, so why had she let herself be mounted? Why had she liked it? And why did she want it again? As she thought of this, her mind tried to direct her at the task at hand, which was looking for Lucien. Sadly, this only succeeded in her wondering what it would be like with Lucien. She told herself she was not into animals, but she couldn't help staring at his sheath every now and again. Shameful, she reminded herself, absolutely shameful. Her heart squirmed with heat, making her shift uncomfortably as she walked through the forest. It was true, and she could not lie that she loved him. Trying to ignore the question at hand, she focused on her surroundings. Yet, the question could not be denied, nor could it be lessened; how much did she love him?
She had always thought of her Lucario as a friend, one she could always count on. He seemed more human than animal, and had always been there for her. Always supported her and been everything she needed. He was her savior, her shield, her shelter and the comfort her heart longed for. And she had been content with that, with his presence, with his friendship. All that had been questioned when she had allowed Cruz to mount her. Though the idea still seemed strange for her, she couldn't deny she had liked it, and wanted it again, even if he wasn't a human. So what did that mean for her and Lucien? Her heart gnawed at her insides, like a beast as she tried to figure out the confusion that ran through her mind.
She knew three things; surely she could answer a question from that. She loved Lucien, he was everything she could ever want. She had liked the sex with Cruz, even if he was not a human. She was not completely against the idea of going farther with Lucien. And then there was the question of how much did she love him?
But before she could even cross examine herself over the subject, there was one that stopped her dead in her tracks: did Lucien love her?
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Lucien sat on the rock, furiously stroking his member. He had no desire for sex, but he was frustrated and snapping trees into pieces only brought him so much satisfaction. The splintering wood only reminded him of how he felt and he couldn't even stand to meditate in his state. So instead he had coaxed his wolfhood out of its sheath and began to relieve tension. Though it was not the same kind, maybe it would help him to relax.
He ran his furry paw against his length, already through with being gentle to it. He had lulled himself into desire, and instead played his digits over it roughly, running up and down his red length, working it along its scooped shape tip and back down to the base. Lucien began to pant as he wrapped his entire paw around it, pushing his paw up and down the slick length, his hips leaning into the feeling of pleasure that swam from him.
He growled in lust as he pumped his paw up and down his length, gritting his teeth. He panted as he stroked up and down the red veins, his other paw fondling his balls as he closed his eyes, huffing with grating breath. He jerked his hips into the air, running his paws along the thick skin and picturing himself with another Lucario. However, the image didn't seem to stick with him and he barked softly, wuffing as he stroked harder, feeling wet beads of hot pre dribble down from the head of his cock. Hot pleasure surged from him as he closed his eyes, listening to the waterfall as he fingered his heated wolfhood and ran up and down it.
Even then, it gave no feeling of release and he groaned, the pleasure blossoming as he stroked the hot length more, rubbing against his furry blue sacks and gritting his teeth, a wolven moan coming from his maw.
Unable to take it, Lucien grabbed the base in both paws and leaned down, setting his mouth over it. He sucked, pressing his tongue over the curved head, pressing his furry sheath farther down to expose more of the throbbing length to his maw. Having an elongated snout, he was able to press more if it in his mouth, groaning with satisfaction as he sucked, bobbing his head up and down on his shaft and bucking into it softly, hips rocking forward as he swirled his wet tongue over the hot shaft, his fingers playing at his sheath and stroking small circles on his furry orbs.
Tightness gripped his loins him as heat rolled over him, making him graze his teeth over the sensitive cock, pulling his head back and pushing forward, thrusting and nearly panting as he humped into his mouth, head bumping up against his throat as he stroked harder, sucking and pressing pressure on his length, pulling intense pleasure from himself, suckling it back into his body as he felt the hot heat surge into his mouth. His claws tightened as he stroked the base he could not quite fit in his mouth while he masturbated heatedly. The Lucario groaned as he went harder at it, bucking as hard as he could go without gagging, feeling the base of him swell pleasantly under his pads. The knot rubbed at the sensitive webbing between his pads, pressing into the fur on his paws as he felt a squirt of salty pre line his throat, making him thrust more and rub the base, squeezing it and groaning ferally.
The heat washed through him, slamming into his brain and igniting in his crotch, making him nearly bite down as he awaited the oncoming seed, ecstatic heat prickling through his fur as his aura licked the air, blistering with the heat as well.
And then, the only sound that could have reached him in such a state called his name breathlessly. "Lucien....?"
Red eyes snapped open and the blue dog looked to the wide eyed girl staring at him, her hair fallen in a ragged fashion over her shoulders and down her back. Despite the pleasure, he pulled away, some of the pre dripping from his mouth as it formed a string between his agape maw and his throbbing base. Fear glittered through him and he wanted to run, but there was no denying his pleasure; it was coming. There was no stopping it as he stared at his trainer, trying to clamp his length closed, trying to stop the inevitable.
It was only a second before the white, viscous fluid sprayed out like a stream, pushing its spurt onto the Lucario's neck and up the sides of his black and blue cheeks, splattering onto the fur, clinging to it as the seed continued to pour forth. Shame could not contain the pleasure as he saw Kelsey's hands come to her mouth, clearly as frozen as he was. He watched her, the embarrassment grinding through the pleasure like a mortar and pestle, bringing him less aware of the hot force of his cum against his chest and chin and more aware of his trainer.
The gush died down to a trickle as the two stared at each other, the only sound the rustling of the leaves and the steady drip of white fluid against the rock's hard surface. As the pleasure subsided, Lucien turned aware, squinting his eyes closed. He wanted to disappear and vanish as the throbbing at his cock reminded him of where he was. He was sitting, caught in the act by his trainer, his friend, his companion. He had never felt such pain in his heart, and he didn't even know why.
"Lucien...." The voice was soft, questioning and worried. She should not be worried, he thought as lust gnawed through him, grabbing his sheath with its ethereal grip, holding it despite his want for it to go down. The knot taunted him silently, refusing his wolfhood from retreating into his sheath. Instead, it waved in the air, pink and filled with hot, coursing blood, like a testament to his wrongs.
He heard her step closer and at last broke from his stupor, giving a growling bark with one clear meaning, though he spoke as well. 'Stay away.'
He heard the steps stop, and listened to the breathing of his trainer, though the waterfall masked it well. His bubbling aura, filled with emotions he had no name for, flickered up around him, making it hard for him to find hers. As he remained facing the ground, paws over his erect shaft, he heard the footsteps again. This time he turned his heady, ready to tell her to stop again, only she was right beside him, his eyes widening as she knelt down, watching him with her soft expression, filled with wonder and puzzlement. His stunned state gave Kelsey the time she needed to gently run her finger down the pink, cum stained cock. At the touch, he snarled, bolting away from her, dancing free from the fingers, the lusty ache pulsing on his shaft where she had touched him as he backed against a rock, snarling softly. The rejection in Kelsey made him regret it, but the snarl carried on despite it as he watched her. He didn't want her to touch him. He wouldn't be able to control himself if she touched him that way. He didn't want to hurt her.
'Don't touch me.' This time, it was a plea, and he watched her, tensed and ready to bolt if she came closer. His pink member, still very erect and pounding with blood, lay abandoned in the air, its tip still oozing slightly. His claws dug into the rock behind him, raking the granite as he pressed his back against the cold stone.
She stepped forward quietly, looking up at him, clearly hesitating. Lucien, too, hesitated and did not bolt, watching her advance forward slightly. The look on her face puzzled him, and through his uncertainty, he licked her aura with his, feeling the same feelings as his. Confusion, even more confusion. Why was she as uncertain and worried as him? And what was the ache in him that made him breathless? It was not just lust, that he knew, it was more. And he could not spring to safety for himself or for Kelsey as she approached him. She stepped up the rock, watching him, her eyes as uncertain and fearful as he knew he was.
Why?
He gasped softly as she rubbed her palm up the pink length, and gently rested her hand there, tilting it slightly in her palm, drumming it with her fingers and gently touching the knot. It was not like when he was stroking himself off but it made him itch with emotions nonetheless. And when she squeezed it gently Lucien reacted according to instinct. Without thinking, he wrapped his right paw around her waist, the other cradling her head as he pressed his muzzle to her soft lips. Startled by his own reactions, he nearly jumped, but felt more of the surprise in Kelsey as he pulled her closer, feeling his eager cock pressing into her belly as he pressed his maw to hers.
He meant to kiss her gently, as he had seen humans do, but the foreign, raging feelings inside him grinded into his brain and he could not. Lucien supported the back of her head, pressing it to his as he hungrily gripped her lips with his, panting as his paw circled farther around her waist, pressing her body to his as he worked his tongue up against her lips. He heard her whimper softly like a pup before her own hands circled his shoulders as she leaned up, pressing with her own passion. He could taste his own seed, the one that still dripped off his muzzle, and he was sure she tasted it, too. This time, he was not ashamed as he held her to him, his cherished trainer.
Lucien's heart galloped within his chest as he felt her warm skin through her shirt, his fur brushing against the fabric of the clothes as the aura around them swam, lapsing into a pool as he drank in her presence; like he knew she was drinking in the lingering taste on his mouth. His paws gripped desperately at her, holding his trainer to him as his tail twitched, her own body reacting the same.
Excitement coursed through his shuddering blue body as he pulled his back away from the cold rock, his mind swimming in ecstasy as he felt her press into him as much as he into her. For some reason, his mind swirled to life through the passion of their holds, and he pulled her tighter to him, nearly panting as they kissed, running out of breath and pulling from each other, both of their faces heated.
But then, Kelsey went too far and leaned more into him, and Lucien felt his cock bury further into her clothes, making his body shiver with lust. And at that moment, he knew it wasn't safe to be doing this. The feeling snapped into his awareness and, frightened for her safety, he pushed her away. Quivering with regret, he watched her stumble back and trip, cursing himself for hurting her. He shot her an apologetic look, watching her confused face mixed with something else he couldn't quite place; anger, hurt, pain? 'I'm sorry....' With that, he shifted on his hind legs, bolting off and holding his wolfhood in one paw, the source of his downfall, to keep it from bobbing in the air. However, it did not stop the pearly drop of pre that rolled down the pink flesh before dripping off onto the grass as he fled.
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Lucien sat in a tree, curled up on a branch as he stared at his sheath. Finally, the knot had deflated and his shaft had crawled back to the cave whence it came. His fur prickled in the cold air while he watched the ground below. He rubbed his soft paws across his fur, trying to warm himself up more than his short fur would. Regardless, his back prickled from the cold air. Looking up into the night sky, he watched the sliver of moon beckon to him as the stars glittered around it, glistening in the navy darkness. Even the tree branches swayed, whispering to him. He ignored them, closing his eyes and sighing softly, clenching his canines angrily. What would he do now? How could he face his trainer with this weakness? Would she even be able to look at him now?
Lucien kneaded the bark, his nails ripping into the wood's insides. He felt its aura flare but did not care. Why should he care when he was in so much more pain? He closed his eyes and thought of Kelsey, how her aura felt so similar to his. Yet...how could that be? This pain, this uncertainty, protectiveness and want....all these feelings that swirled into some heated emotion he had no name for. He wanted to hold her, to hold her and apologize, and to beg her forgiveness and love. Though he had no right to want it, he desired her acceptance and approval. He needed her, and she would never let him go. He did not want to let her down or desert her, to ever leave her side. Lucien did not want to run, but he did not want to stay.
Opening his eyes again, he felt them full of tears, and howled out into the air, feeling his heart ache. Oh, how he wished to be like Keldjor, to be with Krai and lick her and nuzzle her and look at her without fear. He wanted to care for Kelsey like Keldjor did for Krai. More than anything the Lucario wanted to be able to just lie beside her without thinking he might lose control or hurt her. But...he could not. The confusing feelings made it hard to think when he was around her; it made him unsure of himself. It often felt as if any moment he would make an error or slip up and end up getting her hurt...How could he bare with that when he cared for her so much? Often, he felt the same way as Keldjor said he cared for Krai. It often upset him to the extent of their love...
Love....
He felt the same as Keldjor and Keldjor loved Krai. Did he love Kelsey? The thought startled him so much he consulted himself on more accounts he had read and been told about. His heart burned with affirmation and dread filled his nostrils as he inhaled a short breath. He was in love with his trainer. Disdain bit him at the fact as he gripped the bark tighter, wild fright coursing through him before he thought back to when he had kissed her. He could mess up again, no matter the pain he had to get away and protect her. But...could he bear to hurt her that way? Even if it was for her own good? Even if it would save her from his ways. The thing that made him hesitate was when she kissed him back.
No, no more hesitation, he told himself, it makes it harder to leave.
Yet he could not stop from hesitating. His mind coursed to life, running through the thoughts over and over again, double checking his thoughts until his heart inside felt it would burst from its confines. He turned, sniffing the chilling air as he pinpointed his trainer, bolting for her as quickly as he could.
As he ducked under a branch, he thought it through once more: he felt the same way Keldjor did and Keldjor loved Krai. Therefore, he loved Kelsey, and he could not deny it. And then, her aura had felt similar to his in every single way, in all the confusing emotions he did not know until now. It was love; she felt the same as him. So if he loved her and wanted to be with her, and she felt the same way, that meant she loved him and wanted him as well. The thoughts beamed through his head, carrying him on as he darted over branches and sprinted across the ground, ignoring the ache in his lungs as he panted for breath. He did not want to wait; he did not want to stop. He could not relent, he wanted to be with her and confirm it with his own paws and eyes.
Shoving branches from the way and tearing vines from the path, Lucien bounded across the forest, inhaling as much air as he could into his aching lungs. Close, so close. But not close enough as he tore through the brush, smashing saplings and ripping apart shrubs that kept him from his trainer. Nothing would get in his way, never. Nothing, not heaven nor hell itself. His panting became ragged as he stopped at the clearing, sniffing the air. The wind whipped his four black ears around as his two blue ones flickered in the air, swiveling and searching. Keldjor glanced to him from beside Krai, but Lucien walked past the cuddling cats, padding to the tent and drawing back the flaps at the entrance, finding her curled up in a sleeping bag.
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Kelsey hugged her pillow, whimpering softly as tears pooled from her weak human eyes. The shove had hurt her, but it was far from her mind. Some trainer she was, some friend she was. Now, Lucien would never come back. The thought sent her through hysteric sobbing as she clung tighter to the soft pillow, burying her wet eyes into the thin padding. She hadn't meant to touch him, hadn't meant to grab him or kiss him back or love him. But she did, she pushed the line one too many times. And now she had lost all her chances; lost Lucien. The thought gripped her, choking her as her chest sobbed with heaves, tears making the fabric damp, eyes stinging from the salty quality.
Everything, she had ruined everything.
It meant nothing that Lucien kissed her first, nothing that he had asked her in a plea not to touch him. His ragged snarl scared her, not just his tone with the words. The passion beneath the thoughts were so vehement, she couldn't help but feel the pit of her heart burn to pieces, her cries becoming louder. Curling up, she choked out racking sobs that restricted her breathing. Her furry companion, one she had kept since he was a pup, was gone because of her. How could she ever replace him? And even if he came back, how could she explain herself? Surely, he was disgusted with her, he could feel her emotions. That is why he fled, she convinced herself. She did not deserve him, she was selfish and wanted only for herself.
Not anymore, now she would set him free. Her disgust of her emotions blistered in her throat and chest, making her entire body ache. If only she could hold him one more time...she had thought.
Slowly the tears died away, Kelsey laying curled in her bag, wishing as she dosed off into sleep that she may hold him one more time.
It felt, she thought, almost too real when a muzzle rested on her neck, feeling paws press against her beck and a warm body next to her. Clinging desperately to him, she felt her consciousness slipping back into her dream. No, she didn't want to let this dream go. Didn't want to face reality, not when the touch felt so real and loving. Her mind swam in despair as she slipped out of her dream, laying in the sleeping bag. The pressure where he held her remained on her as she woke, opening her tired eyes.
Lucien felt her jump with a start as she looked up at him. His heart quivered alongside her body, and stuttered when she began crying in his arms. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed beneath him, burying her head against his chest, careful of the small spike there. "Please don't leave me. I'm sorry I'm not a good trainer. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I won't try anything again, just please don't leave me." Her whimpering made him ache as he nuzzles his blue cheek to hers and held her, running his padded paws along her back.
'Kelsey...I love you.' Her body froze against him and she started crying more, he felt her aura flare with guilt and he gaped at it. She thought she loved him more. Fiercely, he grabbed her head with his paw, kissing her lips and this time working his tongue into her fragile mouth. Her hesitance made him more determined and he rejoiced as she kissed him back, resting her hands on his shoulders as he kneaded gently at her mid back with his free paw.
Though his tongue rubbed hers, explored her mouth with an eager tone, he remained gentle to her. Lucien held her head firmly in his one paw, pulling back and laying tender kisses along her soft lips, sucking on the lower one with zeal as she squirmed beside him, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. He refused those and hovered over them, wiping them away with his soft tongue. She whimpered softly as his pink tongue ran over her soft cheek, and he froze as he kneaded her back.
She was his.
The idea made him again passionate as he rolled on top of his trainer, wrapping both arms behind her head and leaning fully into hot kisses, pulling her small tongue along his, sucking lightly on her lips and feeling his heart crest with flames. This time they did not hurt, they burned with passion and love, making him groan out as he held her tighter, resting all but his chest against her as he swiveled his head from side to side, pressing at the moist lips. She held him back, her eyes closed as she pressed herself into him, kissing him back with equal affection. It wasn't enough for Lucien as his passion, the passion that flared like a beacon now that he felt it, drove him father. His paws traced down his trainer's sides. His paws rested there for a minute before his pads took hold of the fabric on her shirt, pulling it up away from her as he lifted it from her head, leaving her bare chest against him. He felt her breathe catch as she tried to push him away.
He gently took hold of her hands with his and kissed her neck, making her gasp. There was no need for words; he knew what she felt, too. She was his, and he was hers. And she loved him. He would never let her go. Slowly, he lowered his muzzle, seizing one of the pink nipples with his wolven maw. He heard her gasp and nearly growled with satisfaction as his paws held her tighter against his muzzle. His tongue rolled over the nub, feeling it harden with his suckling and teasing. Swallowing, Lucien covered more of the breast with his mouth. It felt so soft, so comforting as he let his emotions seethe inside him. An unfamiliar burning claimed him as he removed his mouth, licking up between her soft breasts, hearing her moan.
The loveliest sound in the world.
Leaning his black and blue head down, his two large ears angled back against his skull, ringing with the beautiful sound as he ran his warm tongue over the smooth flesh again. Fur tingled along him as his mouth pressed into the soft breasts, kissing them, teasing the pink tips now hard as the soft human hands grabbed the nape of his back, kneading the fur there. The Lucario kissed back up his trainer's neck, she was his, and he loved her. Each kiss felt a testament to their loyalty, each squirm was proof he was alive, and his name spoken softly on those quivering lips was the beacon of the light burning in his chest. "I love you, too." Her murmur beneath the wet kisses and dancing tongue made him sigh with pleasure, running his pads down her neck and eliciting a soft moan. He was almost unaware of Kelsey's hands that ran between his thighs until he felt the fingers brush up against the blue sacks there.
A whimper came through as he broke the kiss, seeing his trainer's flushed face. Embarrassment that he caught her. Determination to prove she loved him. Passion boiled in the air around them, Lucien huffed, feeling his hips lean forward slightly, the pink tip peaking from its hiding place as the sheath was nudged gently, making the blue dog all but a slave. He moaned his own rough snarl as the hands strokes his shaft, tracing the line between each furred ball, running under them and caressing the sensitive flesh. His eyes closed, a murr coming to his muzzle as the fingers slipped into his sheath, stroking the hot shaft, running over the beginnings of the throbbing veins in the swollen container.
Lucien's red eyes open as he hands gripped his hard length, now prodding the air with slight twitching. The inch or so that was free made his body ache and he gripped Kelsey's hands, whimpering again. At the sound, she stopped and he grabbed her pants, tugging them gently, feeling her hips move to free herself. Savoring the feel of her wriggling under him, he swiped them farther down, letting her kick them off. She shifted, rolling the top half of her body. It took the canine a moment to understand what his human companion was doing. Trying to roll over and allow him to mount. Mount like Cruz had done.
The thought made him nearly savage as he grabbed her arms, pressing them back down to were they where as he growled, panting with need.
She was his.
He leaned up, softly nipping her neck and leaning his hips back, pushing them at her soft lips to try and find her entrance. He felt the heat flickering in her aura, making him lean more into her, pre already beading off the wanting shaft as the tip finally found its mark and Kelsey gasped.
She belonged to no one else.
Carefully, he wrapped his paws around her shoulders, licking up her neck with his soft tongue before rocking his hips, pressing the member into the welcoming folds. At last, he felt himself inside of her, the warmth and tight space driving him to nip hotly at her ears and cheek. He heard her yelp as he pushed more of himself into her, his hips pushing forward with a near wild obsession as the motion pulled more of his length out, gliding into her until he hilted her, panting. She was, too, though not from being tired. Both of them were hot, giving one another time to get used to the feel. At last, she seemed ready, so he pulled his hips back, pushing them back in. The walls pulled him in, warming him, beckoning him to be hers and to claim her, and claim her he would.
She would always be his.
He drove himself farther, the heat from both his heart and her body making him pant. She moaned under him, arching and making his body ache with need. Fingers slid through his fur, his warm tongue ran over her breast, sweat dripped from the two, paws ran over curved sides, legs wrapped around waists, cries pealed through the air with desire. Fur ran against flesh, auras snarled in the air, dancing into swirls, tongues gliding along one another, names writhing through the air as both screamed out, Lucien's thick member pumping in and out, the hot walls holding him ever tighter as he thrusted up into her. His paws rested on either side of his trainer's head, allowing him to thrust into her, grinding his hips into hers, the sacks rubbing into her soft rear as he pushed.
She was his life's love.
He howled as her legs pulled his waist close, demanding him deeper as his pushes grew slow, but strong, his panting filling the air alongside her soft moans. They would not be soft for long, he huffed, pulling back, pressing himself deeper, feeling every inch of her insides, plunging to the very depths of her soul, and drawing it out as she drew out his life to him. He pressed himself close, molding his body up against hers as he felt his body clench, his insides churning and clasping onto Kelsey's aura. With one more strong push he melted his body against hers, feeling her heat also greet him, his warmth flooding deep within her, claiming her, drawing her into him, calling them as lovers and mates as Lucien tilted Kelsey's wanting lips, covering them gently as the warmth flooded between them, erasing all else.
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His hand was warm, a soft caring rubbing against his palm as the swooning sounds of larks greeted the cozy air, cool but not cold. The wind cooed, playing around with his delicate fur, tracing patterns over the aura flickering around him. A soft stir greeted his lips, and he opened his ruby eyes to the face of the sun, the brightness he held in his arms and kept as his own. Her fingers intertwined around his black paws, flexing as she smiled at him, her other resting against the stone as the waterfall below kept quiet beneath them. There was only her, his brown haired lover, his life's meaning and salvation. His bright moon to diminish the flashy stars, drawing him closer to his heart and home. To him, she was no treasure; she was the very palace in which it was kept. And when her soft lips reached his, his drew her there a second longer, savoring her taste as the hand in his lap gripped something Krai had given him in the morning. Sneaky cats, they always knew everything.
Lucien grabbed her hand in his, watching her soft expression turn slightly flushed; she was so shy, he loved her red cheeks and soft smile. Gentle, he nudged it open with his pads, kissing her palm and setting his other hand there, uncurling his paw and then pressing her fingers over it, lingering with both paws over hers as his heart clenched within his chest, fire dripping from his insides, swimming with love as he gently let go. Kelsey pulled her hand back, cradling it as if it were the object of God's very own life before she opened her palm. In it, there was a golden ring as brilliant as the sunset, a single gem resting in the center, held by golden hands woven around it, holding it forever there. The jewel was rounded like a tear drop, its surface almost clear, but a gentle blue in the light, nearly radiating with its own love as its surface glimmered up at her, basking her in its comforting smile.
'Kelsey...' two soft paws rested back against the sides of her soft hands, the blue muzzle of her Lucario looking up to her, his soft red eyes gentle. 'Will you marry me?' The two watched one another before Kelsey threw herself into Lucien's arms, hugging him close, gripping the moonstone encrusted ring that nearly burned through her hand into her heart as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Yes Lucien, nothing in this world would make me happier." She whispered, sealing herself alongside him, two lovers from different worlds, tied by love and united by the moon.