Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 1

She visibly swallowed, then dragged her eyes to meet mine. "The winner can ask for anything within the stipulations set. In this case there were none, so it has to be completely vanilla. But the loser is allowed to make suggestions." She couldn't help but subconsciously lick her lips. "I'd like to suggest I get a long,hard, taste of you?" She was rewarded by a very active pulse of life before her eyes.

I couldn't deny the allure of the idea. Hell, I liked the concept of adult rules altogether. Unfortunately, I didn't see myself making very many challenges, being as shy as I tend to be, and I didn't expect many women to initiate such a challenge as Cynthia had. But hell, I'd never could build up the courage for a one night stand. Maybe this would force me into one or two. My sheer stubborn pride would help to force me to accept the challenges, and it would save my precious five sixty eight a little longer.

I think I'd taken a little too long to respond. I hadn't really even looked at her while I thought over the implications and possibilities. It wasn't until I felt the dark green boxer-briefs peeled down, and left to drop the rest of the way to the ground, that I remembered the scene before me. My engorged lust jumped free, almost perfectly perpendicular to my body. I barely had time to think, before she lunged forward and swallowed me whole.

My body shook as her jaw pressed against my enraged loins. I wished that the sensation could both finish quickly and never end. Her lips and jaw worked to massage the base of my hard shaft. She seemed to draw pressure directly from the rest of my body, to settle in my turgid balls. Her tongue retreated the moment her lips sealed around my tip, and only now uncoiled to join the fun. Unable to reach my head, buried in the farthest recesses of her mouth, she contented herself to trace the overly sensitive underside.

Cynthia's teeth tickled across my flesh as she slowly pulled her head back. My entire body ached with the need to collapse. Sheer will alone kept my legs locked and in place. Concentrating that heavily on standing certainly stole much of the sensation of her effect. Overall, standing was perfect if the person going down wanted to prove their complete dominance but horrid for complete enjoyment in my case. She seemed to sense this and relented.

With a an audible pop, that nearly made my knees buckle again, Cynthia released me. Her hands pressed against my hips and urged me straight down. Once I reached my knees, she held me firm once more and smiled. Her eyes were mere inches from mine. "I'll show you a position I enjoy." Still suave as ever, I nodded dumbly.

With a shrug, Cynthia's coat floated to the ground. What I had taken for a tank-top was nothing more than a tube of fabric that curved around her waist, with only small triangles to reach up and, barely, cover her areolae. Thread so thin that I found myself hard-pressed to even call them spaghetti straps, held the fabric up and confirmed that she wore nothing beneath. It was obvious the coat was never intended to come off, except in these instances, for it was all that kept a sudden turn from revealing her pert breasts to the world.

Cynthia knelt before me and began to inch her knees forward, between mine. Her hands remained on my hips as she began to lean backwards and shimmy beneath me in an incredibly erotic limbo dance. When she reached the pants and underwear, still trapped at my ankles, she leaned forward. She'd forgotten about them as surely as I had. Her arms curved around my legs and she began to work my loafers free before she could eliminate the obstruction.

I was acutely aware of the proximity of her skilled, soft, lips to my groin. Cynthia was equally aware of the fact and leaned forward to torment me further. Instead of swallowing me once more, she shifted to her left. My body shook as the light kiss that she placed on the sensitive skin where leg meets loin began to strengthen. After a moment her mouth opened and those talented teeth grazed the erogenous zone. I grew even harder.

My body almost sagged with mixed relief and disappointment when she ended with a quick peck. My relaxed state lasted less than a second as she slowly licked her way across to the other side. Her tongue seemed to curl and explore the meticulously shaved skin that hung beneath my inflamed desire. She traced slight wrinkles and every muscle seized with need. She chuckled slightly as the proud form just above her gaze bounced in anticipation.

Once more I froze as her teeth reached the other side. My body shook with the tension. Cynthia's teeth grazed across the tender flesh and I couldn't help but think of those teeth around me as she retreated. Everything she did was utter torment, designed to entice me without bringing me once inch closer to climax. She kept me rock hard, but wanted to luxuriate in my actual milking; a concept so foreign to me I barely contained my excitement.

Finally her teeth, her tongue, her lips, pulled away. Hands on my hips once more began to guide me lower. With my eyes closed in pleasure, and my body numbed to all but her mouth's caress, I never noticed her free my pants at last. Nor did I feel her shift to lie beneath my spread knees. For a moment, only her head was visible. Then, as I sank backwards, her chest came into view. Whether from friction with the ground, as she slid beneath me, or by her own hand, the shirt rode up to rest about her shoulders. Framed between my thighs, my erection rested comfortably between, were her wonderful, small, breasts.

Cynthia lay there and stared up at me. Somehow, this remarkable, attractive, woman desired me. She reached up, arms curled about my hips, and tugged at the lapels of the trench-coat that I'd forgotten I wore, despite the ninety degree heat. As it fell, she tossed it aside. Nailed fingers slipped beneath the black t-shirt to snake through the dark hair of my stomach. She couldn't reach higher, but her message was clear, 'I want to see everything!' A little nervous, I nonetheless complied.

Had anyone stumbled upon us ~thank God no one did~ they would surely have thought I thoroughly dominated her. As is often the case in oral sex, they couldn't have been farther from the truth. Naked, and possibly more desperate for release than I'd ever thought possible, I was completely helpless before her. Although I pinned her to the ground, a single finger could have toppled me. And that didn't even account for the ease with which she could grab, or bite, the most sensitive parts of my anatomy.

Cynthia's head lifted. As eager as I was, she still could only reach my tip due to the position. The corners of her mouth curled upward, slightly. The effect tightened her lips around the overly-sensitive ridge and prompted a groan of anticipation. She held fast as she shifted back a little farther, which pulled at my erection slightly. Her head raised again and another inch slid into her mouth before she reached her limit. Inch by agonizing inch she repeated the process. With each shift the pressure between my legs grew. With each extra inch of flesh she engulfed I grew closer to release.

Half an inch remained. My whole body shook with pent up tension. She had already shifted for the final push, but frustratingly refrained. I could barely open my eyes into slits, but what I saw confirmed that she had maddening intentions. She didn't want me to just cum. She wanted an explosive orgasm, a mind blowing eruption that I'd never forget. She wanted me helpless before her whenever we met in the future. She never lost, so when she did, who better to have as a mindless slave than one stronger than her?

I knew all of this, but didn't care. I'd willingly, gladly, become her slave if these were the gifts she could bestow.

Cynthia slid back until her teeth lightly held me captive, just behind the sensitive tip. What began as a groan of need quickly transformed into whimpers. Her tongue began to trace the outline of my barbed head. My whole body burned with the need for release, yet she continued to taunt me with minuscule steps. Finally my strength gave before her comfortable endurance and I collapsed backwards. Still, she managed to keep grip on her treasure, her toy, me, though her hands wrapped around my hips and helped to push it down towards her.

As predicted, it took little effort for her to slip from beneath me. My legs managed to straighten at last during the process. And Cynthia ended up on hands and knees above my legs. Somehow, completely beyond my ability to understand, she managed the entire procedure without once releasing me from her mouth. I now lay on my back, finally as noticeably powerless as I'd know I was all along, with her poised above. We both knew the time had come.

Her hands flew forward, and her nails bit into my hips. Her knees skipped backwards. With all four 'legs' removed, she plunged downward. Carried by the force of gravity, her mouth slid across taut flesh. Lips kissed my groin then ground into me as her momentum carried her further than she could have willed herself to go.

The universe paused at the same moment my breath seemed to catch and hold within my lungs. For a timeless second all I could feel was my flesh being stretched, her wet mouth blazing around every fiber of my being, and the trapped mass she had cultivated that seemed to fill not merely my balls, but the entire region between my hips. I was trapped on the precipice of time.

My voice burst with a scream that I was sure could be heard for miles. Molten seed burned upward through the minuscule tube. Gravity was not done with Cynthia. Her head pressed harder against me under physics' cruel control. I pierced her throat and began my fevered injection.

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Even before her body had fully settled, she moaned. The sound sent fresh sensation directly into the core of my being, as the vibrations rattled through overwrought nerves. My body surged and shot out again. Her cheeks and tongue contracted and writhed around me, willed even greater effort from me. My body complied with ardor and left me imprisoned in unending euphoria.

Did she slow to a stop? Was it sudden? Did she take further advantage of my helplessness? I don't know. When the haze of ecstasy finally began to wane, she sat atop me. Her thighs pressed against my hips as she faced me. My flaccid form rested between her hands and pressed against her. Her own lust, still thoroughly protected by her black pants, was slightly stained by the seed that continued still to trickle from me. By the relatively minor amount, I managed to fathom she hadn't been in this position long.

She absently rubbed around my tip to cause unbearable aftershocks. With each my body jerked and twitched futilely beneath her. She tortured me with the glorious, random, electrical shocks of post-lust. Her eyes gazed longingly up the length of my body. "I'd challenge you to another battle, but I don't think your up for it."

Her comment came out half growled and I realized why her pants were stained. While she continued to rub and caress me, she subconsciously pressed it against herself. What had started out as a seduction, intended to trap me with a need for her, had at least partially backfired. Not only had she turned herself on by it, but the method prevented reciprocation. Nowshe wanted a second chance as much as I did. Of course, it doesn't exactly hurt that I'm not exactly small, a fact she now had ample proof of.

"You go have some fun with what I've taught you. But make sure to capture and train some other powerful pokemon. Next time we'll both have a complete set, and be using some," the glint returned to her eyes as her smile became enigmatic, "alternative rules."

With what seemed to be a great feat of willpower, Cynthia climbed off of me, after she let go. I reached for my clothes, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her shirt and coat remained draped over her arm as she stood and watched me dress. The moment my underwear was safely on, her eyes locked on the small bulge and never strayed until the trench-coat swung around, with a flourish and slipped back onto my shoulders.

My eyes remained on her breasts, as she intended, even after hers finally lifted to mine. I couldn't help it, what's more, I was desperate to see what lay beneath the stained pants. Casually, she slipped the shirt back on and broke my trance. "I'll have my eyes on you." Her gaze drifted longingly back down one last time before she turned to leave.

At the edge of the forest, Cynthia looked over her shoulder. "If you're interested, you might want to check out the Eterna Gym and battle the Leader there. If I know Gardenia, she'll take one look at you and insist on some of those 'alternative rules' I mentioned even before you reach the door. And don't worry, I'll keep the level of your skill," even from a distance I noticed her instinctive glance between my legs, "a secret. You should be able to trounce her and all of her trainers with ease. Enjoy your prize!" The last she said with a casual wave over her shoulder, and tossed a pokeball negligently to the ground.

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