A Close Thing | By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 5508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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At some point in the night, Zoroark shifted one paw to curl around the top of Simi's bare shoulder, claws resting ever so gently at the base of her neck. His other scooped underneath her shoulder, cradling her like something precious. His cheek lay just above her breasts, snout nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Fur covered her, silky and warm, almost too warm. Almost. Closed, Zoroark's eye looked like a slim check mark written into his gray fur in blood-red ink.
Despite wanting to roll on top of him and lose herself in the thick black tuft of fur covering his chest, she couldn't bring herself to wake him for her own selfish desire. So Simi settled herself to enjoy the surreal intimacy of having a wild pokemon trust her enough to cuddled together, each slow breath he took a subtle furry caress.
The heat of Zoroark's body and the weight pinning her to the mattress ushered Simi back towards sleep's hazy fog, and she drifted between dream and reality, each wondrous in its own way. A long, pleasant time later, Zoroark twitched, a shiver running from shoulders to hips, the now familiar rhythm of his breath changing slightly. His claws tensed for just a moment, pressing into Simi's shoulder and causing her to inhale sharply, more in surprise than discomfort. Zoroark's eye snapped open, sharp blue and appearing even larger than usual so close to her own face.
Simi grinned at him and kept her voice low, reluctant to disturb such a perfect silence. "How are you feeling?"
In response, Zoroark closed his eyes and dug his snout further along her throat, pulling at her shoulders despite their bodies already entwined as closely as they could manage. The increased weight against her chest drew a happy sigh from Simi, and her fingers sought the lean definition of his flank, his ribs small graspable ripples beneath tough hide and luxurious coat.
Zoroark's tongue pressed against her throat, the gently rough texture appropriate for him. Each lick tugged at her skin before pulling away clean. It was easy to let herself fall mindlessly into his simple affection, but a small, intrusive thought flickered at the back of if all, even as his attention turned her cheeks redder than his mane, her breaths quick and shallow. Maybe pokemon didn't discuss such matters, but Simi needed to, couldn't simply surrender to pure instinct as much as a part of her wanted to.
Reluctantly, Simi stroked a hand across the top of Zoroark's snout and gently pushed him back. She couldn't hold three words together while he teased her. Zoroark didn't resist, but his head tilted in curiosity. The intensity in his gaze didn't make it any easier to speak.
Simi looked away. "Do you find me attractive?" The slight hesitation in Zoroark's response hurt, even as unreasonable as her expectation was. What had she expected, an instant profession of love? Zoroark always considered his words, clearly less familiar with human speech than she. It still stung.
After what felt an hour, likely only a handful of seconds, Zoroark replied with a simple, "Yes."
Simi waited for him to continue, but he didn't. An awkward pause grew between them, Zoroark satisfied with his answer and Simi too embarrassed to act so forward. If he were human, she never could have.
"I just thought, I mean at least – I've heard men were more insistent. And I don't know, I guess I thought pokemon-" She blushed, not wanting to insinuate something she had no reason to believe. "I thought maybe you'd want me more."
A flash of something primal lit Zoroark's eyes before he turned away, an uncomfortable droop in his shoulders.
Simi flinched. Had she been forcing herself on him this whole time, coercing him? Self-loathing wrapped around her throat, constricting. "You don't have to pretend. I'd understand if- I know I'm not like you." Simi took a deep breath, trying very hard not to lose her what little composure she grasped to. She couldn't meet his eyes and instead spoke to the wall. "I'll always be here for you, no matter how you feel about me."
"No female would be so arrogant to take me in." A low growl rumbled through Zoroark, though more to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I can't be what you want."
Tears threatened her once again. "Of course you can. You already are." Simi swallowed and buried her face into Zoroark's cheek, her voice little more than a squeak, but she knew he heard. "I love you."
Zoroark wisely didn't argue. He remained quiet, but his claws tightened, dimpling her skin, clutching in gentle desperation. Simi feathered kisses across the side of his face, traveling along his angular muzzle.
The familiar room around them vanished. Her bed remained, but it now stood among a large field of tall grasses, the ceiling replaced by clear blue sky, the sun bright despite a lack of warmth, but Zoroark's body against hers more than made up for it. A large silent waterfall crashed down a cliff in the near distance, taller than any Simi had ever seen, easily fifty feet, more, launching a wave of mist that glittered in a rainbow of colors, innumerable tiny jewels dancing in the air above a small pool.
Simi gasped, laughing in delight. Her fingers searched towards the grass, finding a wall she knew existed, familiar in feel but invisible, keeping her from the beautiful illusion. For a moment, she forgot about Zoroark, caught up in his creation. He watched her.
"This is beyond incredible!" Simi cradled his face between her palms.
"It isn't real," he muttered.
"It is right now, and you made it for me. It's beautiful." Simi scratched the underside of his chin, earning her a small growl of satisfaction. It took a slight effort to pull one of Zoroark's paws from her, but she guided his touch towards her chest.
His wide paw easily cupped her breast, but his eyes didn't leave hers. Simi arched against him, trying to not feel foolish, a giddy energy willing her to act. Claws dragged along the curve of her body and curled down to her ribs. Simi whimpered in disappointment until Zoroark lowered himself to lick at her, his eager tongue causing soft flesh to quiver, and a raw, intoxicating pleasure to spread through her chest and elsewhere.
Her fingers tightened around Zoroark's lithe but powerfully toned arms, just below his shoulders. Not once had he judged or teased her, making it so easy to act reckless, ignore the slew of taboos she currently indulged, all sense of propriety forgotten. Fur tickled the insides of her thighs. She hugged her legs about one of his, wiggling her body to feel his silky coat brush across her skin and whisk away the last of her restraint, replacing it with a desire far stronger than any she'd ever felt.
Cloudy soft warmth surrounded her own thigh as it searched gently up towards Zoroark's torso, until she could feel tantalizing hints of him press against her sensitive skin. Zoroark's tongue faltered, a hungry growl deep in his chest, and he glanced up, no subtlety in his sharp eyes, causing her to blush.
Simi breathed heavily herself, lips parted. "How would a girl Zoroark show she's interested?" The words sounded silly and childish, but he so hampered her ability to think. Zoroark dropped his gaze despite the fire in his eyes, shoulders hunched.
He sounded bitter. "I would hurt you."
Simi bit her lip. She'd heard it always hurt the first time. In fact, Alice from the nearby village shared a number of rather intimate tidbits over a dubiously procured cup of brandy, eventually admitting to enjoying things more than not.
"You'd be gentle with me, wouldn't you?" Simi ran a hand up the underside of Zoroark's muzzle.
"Some things I can't control." He still wouldn't look at her face and instead glared at her shoulder. "You are strong, but you are not a pokemon."
The cryptic response didn't really explain anything, and had she been less caught up in the moment she might have asked him to explain. But the unfamiliar swirl of thought-blinding emotions and feelings and heat and pleasure filled her with a reckless bravery.
"I trust you." Her thigh pressed upwards until she could feel the swell of him.
Zoroark whined softly, clearly struggling with himself, his grip on her tight. Eventually he muttered, "We should go outside."
Simi giggled. "It's beautiful in here." She took in the picturesque expanse of grasses waving in an unfelt breeze, the politely quiet waterfall.
"You complain about cleaning sheets."
All the blood she had to spare rushed into her neck and cheeks. "O-Oh." The thought that he needed to mention such a thing sending a shiver through her. She did appreciate the forethought, far more than she currently possessed. "Should we, then?"
Zoroark licked her cheek, but she didn't mind this kind of stalling and indulged him, and herself, a few moments before the growing impatience lurking low in her belly pressed him away. Her private oasis blurred back to boring reality, the familiar dimly lit room with a simple if well made dresser and bedside table. The room felt far colder once Zoroark lift himself off her. For a brief moment he crouched low over her, a predator guarding what was his, admiring her, but he rose almost gracefully and waited at the side of the bed for her to stand.
Being so naked still made her self conscious, but she didn't mind the way Zoroark studied her, a flustering mix of curiosity and want. It felt kind of nice. Simi sidled up to him, drawing one of his arms around her shoulders. Zoroark growled in half-hearted protest.
"I know you don't need my help." Simi rubbed his belly. "I just want you close to me." That quieted him, and Zoroark even let a bit of his weight rest across her. They made their way to the door.
Simi hesitated, her hand on the latch. "You'll make sure no one can see us, right?" With Zoroark's nod, she opened the door and they stepped outside into fresh air free of hearth-fire smoke, something Zoroark's illusion couldn't emulate. Warm sunlight waited for them, though a breeze quickly pebbled Simi's bare skin, pale enough she nearly glowed in the light.
A quick scan of the path towards the road found no one in sight. Still, the thought of anyone coming across her naked, or during the indecent things she planned to let Zoroark do to her, sent a small shiver of anxiety up her spine. Simi wandered them around the rear of the house, even further from view of any possible voyeurs.
Grass tickled her ankles. "I um, don't really know how exactly- I mean I know what happens but-" Her hand shook, fingers tight around Zoroark's wrist. "Have you done this before?"
Zoroark nodded. A pang of irrational jealousy clawed at her excited thoughts, but she refused to let that bother her now, to the extent she could. Simi turned into his chest and hugged him possessively. She would make him want to stay with her, be hers. His thick silky fur smelled vaguely earthy and bestial – raw, a faint but sharp musk unique to him. She liked it.
Simi kept her face hidden in Zoroark's chest. "Then I guess maybe you could take the lead?"
Zoroark said nothing, but his claws searched along her ribs, tracing sharp lines around her back to hold her tight. Despite his injured leg he knelt smoothly enough, Simi helping steady them both. Zoroark leaned into her, his insistent weight carrying her back, the grass a strange mixture of soft and gently prickly on her bare skin.
Zoroark spoke for the first time in a while, crouched low over her. His gaze didn't quite meet hers. "Are you sure?"
Simi reached up and took his narrow muzzle between her palms, forcing his sky blue eyes to look at her. "Of course I am," her voice full of ignorant confidence. "I want to be yours. Completely."
A conflicted growl left a hard edge in his tone, restraint warring with the desire in the way his claws bit at her ribs. "I don't want you to hate me."
Simi pulled his face down, pressing her forehead to his. She kept her voice a whisper. "I'll always love you. No matter what."
An affectionate rumble vibrated his body, and he pulled back just enough to lick her cheek, then her chin, then her throat. Simi arched her neck towards his tongue, each exhalation a hot gust against her sensitive skin. This gesture seemed to embolden Zoroark, his tiny growl almost silent but he shifted from licking her to nuzzling into the crook of her neck with slightly more force than necessary, claws tightening on her shoulder.
Simi giggled, leaving a hand resting on the back of his neck. She gasped when he moved lower, teasing the soft curves of her breasts, his pointed snout poking and prodding, tongue sampling all she had to offer. A long tight breath hissed from Simi's clenched jaw, her eyes fluttering closed, head resting back onto the soft ground.
Zoroark trailed quick licks across her belly, breath tickling, making Simi squirm, her hands finding his arms to grab hold of him, touch as much of him as she possibly could. He kept trailing lower, past her navel lower. Instinctively, Simi tried to bring her knees together, but Zoroark already lay between them, his shoulders keeping her indecently exposed.
Her voice wavered, almost too nervous to form a coherent sound. "What are you-?" Simi squeaked when she found out, hips jerking in a mixture of shock and something wonderful. A large paw pulled free of her own grasping fingers to hold her hip still, claws pressing firmly into her lean tummy.
What he did very briefly seemed wrong and strange, but quickly left Simi panting, hoping he'd never stop. Muscles she didn't know existed fluttered and tensed and trembled and leapt, sending a rush of unfamiliar and overwhelming sensations through her chest, up her spine. Soon she didn't care exactly how he made her feel these things, the rather embarrassing places his textured tongue explored, the quiet whimpers he teased from her.
So when Zoroark stopped, Simi didn't notice the hesitation in the way he looked down upon her rosy cheeks, the hint of tension in the set of his lithe shoulders, the way his fur puffed up in fluffy spikes. Instead she saw her lover, his striking beauty, bold red accents on a predatory gray face, the slight gloss in his silky coat, the threat of rippling muscle running down his arms. Reflective metallic blue eyes. She wanted nothing more in the world but him.
Simi didn't speak, didn't trust herself to. Instead she grabbed Zoroark's flank and pulled him down atop her until his hips dug into the fleshy part of her thighs, leaving the two of them very, very close. Giddy emotions sparked wildly through Simi's mind, eager anticipation. She wanted to say something, remain quiet, wanted Zoroark to do hurry up and- Or simply hold her like this forever.
Simi hugged her face into Zoroark's fuzzy shoulder. "I'm yours."
And slowly, Zoroark moved, the last of his restraint breaking. His grip tightened around Simi's shoulders, quick breath hot against her neck, fur caressing across her breasts and belly and thighs, all paling in comparison to a radiating pressure, sharp and insistent, scorching, raw, inexorable, piercing.
A tight whine squeezed from Simi's chest. She squirmed uselessly beneath Zoroark, his intense grip and weight easily pinning her in place while the gentle caution of his movements grew hungry. True to his word, no amount of care or restraint could change anatomy or instinct or the nature of a pokemon. True to his word, Zoroark hurt her.
Humans in storybooks made love, maybe they did in real life too. Zoroark didn't. Zoroark took her, bred her. It wasn't quick. Simi cried out, clutched and railed at Zoroark, his soft fur tight between her straining fingers, nails biting into her palms and Zoroark's back and the crisp grass around them, in the end, pointless. She lay at the complete mercy of Zoroark's lust, more primal and honest than anything two humans expressed in one another's arms.
Simi experienced the unbridled, savage truth of him, not the human-like illusion she chose to see, but his bestial reality. It didn't diminish her love for him, didn't change her wish to remain by his side, but he was not and never would be human. She would never again forget.
Silent tears wet Simi's cheeks, her entire body too tensed in a useless attempt to cushion herself against Zoroark to more than breathe, even that a desperate struggle. It did end, eventually, Zoroark settling flaccid atop her small body, his chin resting beside her throat, claws having released their grip. Angry red lines marred her pale shoulders.
Not from pain or regret or fear or anything else Simi understood, she began to cry in earnest. Fat tears slipped along her jaw and along the curve of her neck. No one worthy of Zoroark would cry, not now. Showing her weakness like this, unable to stop the quiet half-choked sobs that barked from her chest only made it worse, driving angry embarrassed tears all the harder from her clenched shut eyes.
"Are you okay?" The concern heavy in Zoroark's gruff, weary voice comforted Simi more than she could explain.
"I'll be fine," Simi choked out between gentle sobs. "I'm sorry. I always ruin things." Words tumbled from her mouth without permission. She knew she sounded silly, probably incoherent, but that didn't still her tongue. "I just wanted you to be happy and- And enjoy being with me-" A full-bodied sob cut off her continued apologies.
Zoroark didn't reply but shifted himself to lick the hot tears from her flushed skin, his touch slow and delicate, arms moving to cradle her like he had that morning, a raging inferno quieting to a layer of warm coals and ash to bury her. But sudden tenderness couldn't burn away memory of the moment Zoroark almost took her throat in his jaws, turning away at the last moment leaving her two shallow scratches that still itched, or a dozen other flashes of not-quite-violence that lingered razor sharp on frayed nerves. Humans and pokemon weren't meant for each other, but that thought summoned a powerful, defiant love from somewhere within her. Simi clung to it, to him. Eventually she managed to cry herself out of tears.
Zoroark held her unwaveringly close, his voice a warm rumble. "Are you hurt?"
"I'll be fine." Simi hiccuped. "It was just – just more intense than I expected." She took a few more panting breaths but finally wrangled a bit of composure, wanting to look up into his large glossy eyes but afraid of breaking down again. "I never listen."
Zoroark shifted uneasily. "I shouldn't have-"
"No!" Simi softened the hard edge of her voice, surprised by her own ferocity. "Please don't regret it." Even more quietly but with just as much fervor she added, "Please don't leave."
Zoroark slipped his large paws beneath Simi's back, held her tight, and rolled both of them, leaving Simi resting atop his lithe belly and fluffy inviting chest. Simi giggled weakly. The flood of adrenaline faded, leaving her sore and tired but no longer trembling, slightly more in control of herself. Comparatively cold air chilled her sweaty back and brought uncomfortable attention to the messy state Zoroark left her in.
"Did it feel good?" Simi asked into Zoroark's shoulder, partly out of curiosity, but mostly seeking validation to ease the chaotic storm of emotion still rampaging through her mind.
"Yes." A savage hunger underlied his terse reply, leaving Simi both proud and more than a bit anxious, powerful arms tightening around her back, crushing her body into an embrace of fur and muscle. He would want her again, if not now, later. Could she?
"Pokemon do not offer themselves like you. You are so willful sometimes, yet you gave yourself to me." His tone grew distant, as if savoring memory. A primal growl grated from his throat. "You are so soft, delicate. You didn't fight."
Simi bit her lip. She had fought, a little, for all the good it did. "I'm yours. Forever." Hopefully Zoroark didn't notice the tight tremble of her voice. To be truly his, she would have to grow stronger, never as strong as Zoroark, but worthy of him. She wanted to. Would.
They lay together for a time, Zoroark holding her close, the strength in his arms comforting even now that she knew what he could do to her. However the growing chill between her legs detracted somewhat from the pleasant stupor she let herself drop into.
Simi slowly pushed off Zoroark's chest to sit straddling his hips. "I should get cleaned up. There's a stream nearby. I don't know if pokemon bathe, but you could join me." His nod brought a weary but no less honest smile to Simi's face.
It took effort to stand, ignoring all the strange aches within her, but she forced Zoroark to accept her help up and held his arm around her shoulder. She clung tight, not wanting to feel alone right now, the two of them slowly hobbling away from the house and into the distant treeline.
The stream wasn't large, a slow meandering flow only a two or three feet deep at best. Simi had often played in the cool water during the summer months as a child. Zoroark stopped at the bank but Simi continued, a resolute set to her jaws. The icy water stung, bringing an unwilling gasp from her tensed chest, but she continued. Zoroark chuckled. Better to get it over with quickly, and her skin grew numb almost as soon as it dipped below the surface. She didn't lower herself in much past her navel, already considering getting out.
Simi tried to smile but only managed a grimace. "Coming in?"
He eyed the water warily, but once decided, he stepped into the stream without hesitation, lips drawing back into a silent rictus but otherwise he didn't react to the cold. His fur drifted lazily beneath the surface, the tip of his long red mane pulling downstream in the gentle current then back towards his body. Simi went to him, all but leaping into his warm chest, hugging him tight, shivering.
Cold crept up her torso, her submerged legs starting to ache with the chill, and she reluctantly released Zoroark to unceremoniously scrub herself, barely feeling her own fingers against her skin. Luckily it didn't take long to feel a semblance of clean, though whether or not it came from the numbing cold Simi didn't really care.
A strong desire to hurry from the stream's freezing waters pulled at Simi, but Zoroark had simply stood, watching her. She pressed herself close once again for warmth, but also to hide her face in his fur. She thought of his large claws.
"Did you want me to help?" Simi asked and let her hands sink into the thick wavy bed of fur along his hips, soft gray fur both nearly intangible and clingy at the same time. Had the water been warmer, she would have loved to feel the thicker tuft of his chest beneath the surface. Instead, for both of their sake, she didn't tease – much.
Her fingers massaged along the inner curl of his thighs. Zoroark growled softly, his hands wrapping around her shoulders to pull Simi close. Unable to see, her face lost amongst bushy black fur, she felt delicately at him, exploring the unfamiliar subtleties she hadn't noticed earlier.
A hot stab of apprehension cut through the chill, enjoying the way his claws twitched against her back, afraid of him enjoying her touch too much. That weakness, that she should deny him something they both wanted, threatened to send tears down her cheeks.
Simi's voice trembled, only partly from the cold. "I want to be better. I want to be strong, like you."
"You are already strong." The surety in his steady voice warmed Simi somewhat, as if he actually believed what he said.
"Only because I'm stupid." Simi couldn't fully keep the bitterness from her voice. "Even now I'm a coward. I want to deserve you."
The approval in Zoroark's eyes filled Simi with more pride than any praise her mother ever gave. Zoroark took her by the flank and guided her up to the grassy section of the riverbank. Water streamed from them, Zoroark's fur in particular, and while his damp coat looked a little silly, it also clung to reveal every stunning line of chiseled muscle.
Simi plopped onto her butt, let Zoroark press her to her back, body numb, half from the icy water, skin prickling and taut, and half from her mind retreating. Despite her promise of strength, fear left her frozen, eyes wide. Zoroark crouched low over her, unrestrained lust burning bright blue in his eyes.
A quick half laugh, half snarl ripped from Zoroark's chest. "You are more than a worthy mate." His claws scarped along her ribs, down towards her hips. "You are the only reason I live. Embrace that hunger. I will do anything I can for you, Simi."
A hysterical breathy giggle hissed between her teeth. She couldn't remember him saying her name before. A seemingly small thing compared to the imminent violence tensing his muscles, but his words resonated through her mind regardless. Her own body clenched, a desperate, unvoiced plea. But she had no way to resist him. She wouldn't ask.
Zoroark lowered himself onto her, but not like she expected. His snout tickled down between her breasts, paused to lap little droplets of water from her pebbled skin, and finally rest between her tensed thighs in a position that, despite everything that happened today, still left her feeling vulnerable and more than a little self-conscious.
His tongue pressed to flesh still hot despite the chill of the water, and once he began, relief mixed with unadulterated pleasure, fire flaring to a heated twister in Simi's belly, squeezing her insides into all manner of wonderful knots and flutters. No part of her resisted him in this. He didn't stop, not until quite some time later when Simi begged for an entirely different reason, overwhelmed in a way that didn't at all hurt.
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