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Persuasion	By : TheFour Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 9063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gothitelle drummed her fingers on the arm of the desk chair she occupied. Humans were odd creatures. Ian wasn't a bad trainer, but he lacked certain knowledge, and her patience was beginning to wear thin. It had already been three weeks since she'd fully evolved into her final stage. Of course she also didn't know how he'd react if she came right out and said it. They always reacted strangely in regards to their sexuality.
All psychic types developed strong bonds with those around them, and in the wild, communities grew very close, and pokemon didn't share the same taboos as humans did. Close friends, those you trusted, all shared a more intimate bond. Humans didn't understand. Thus the source of her frustration.
It had been easy enough to ignore in her prior forms, but as a fully-evolved pokemon, other forces drove a desire for closeness as well.
She watched Ian sleep from his desk chair. While he wasn't exactly timid, it took him time to grow comfortable to knew things. Their first gym battle nearly had him stammering in fright before the crowd, but now he didn't hesitate to challenge one.
That's what she needed – something to ease him into it. She rose and approached her slumbering trainer. He had long hair for a male, his black bangs almost tickling his eyebrows, and he had the frame of a runner from all their traveling. She didn't know much about human ideals, but she found him more than attractive.
“Sleep well, Ian,” she whispered. A soft glow spread around him, and she directed his dreams. Maybe he'd never thought about her as a potential mate before, but after tonight he will have. With a confident smile, Gothitelle slid onto the bed and snuggled close. Now all she had to do was wait.
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Gothitelle woke early to a sudden movement. Ian sat up quickly, tossing the sheets off him.
She spoken to him with her telepathic voice. “Everything alright?”
His blue eyes darted away from meeting her gaze. “What? Oh, yeah, sorry for waking you. It was nothing.” A light blush of rod crept along his cheeks, and he rose stiffly from bed. “We should probably head out early today. I'm going to get cleaned up.” And with that, he rushed from the room. A moment later she heard the shower running.
Gothitelle smiled. It seemed he remembered her implanted dream. She only had so much control over what his mind would accept, but for that kind of reaction- Maybe she had thought of her before. She happily plopped herself back into Ian's desk chair to wait. In his rush, he forgot to bring fresh clothing with him.
After a time, the shower ceased, and a moment later Ian entered the room wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He stood a foot taller than she, and his lean torso looked good without a shirt. He shifted, cognizant of her gaze as he looked for something to wear.
Gothitelle stood. “I need to speak to you about something.”
Ian let a wrinkled shirt fall to the ground. “Can it wait a moment? I just need to-”
“It can't.” She walked towards him slowly, swaying slightly to attract his eye. No male could resist a good saunter, and Ian was no exception. Despite a visible effort, he watched what little she had to show. “I'm a pokemon.”
Ian chuckled nervously. “I haven't forgotten.” He turned to face her completely, his back now to the bed.
She stopped a step away from him, his height forcing her to look up. “And I have fully evolved. There are things you need provide if I am to remain your partner.” She reached up to place one of her small hands upon his bare chest, right above his beating heart. It thrummed rapidly beneath her hand, purple skin at odds with his more tanned flesh. “I wish to stay, Ian. You are a good person.”
“Uh. Okay. I want you to stay as well.” He barely moved, his stance just as stiff and awkward as his voice. “What can I do?”
Gothitelle grinned. While he could plan battle strategies and training programmes, he could be so oblivious at times. She found it endearing. With a gentle push, she shifted Ian off-balance, and he fell back onto the bed with a soft plop, bringing them closer to eye level.
Telepathy let Ian understand her, but it could be hard to control tone, and often times it sounded distant and impersonal. She did her best to warm her psychic voice. “Did you dream well last night?”
The color of his face deepened, but he didn't look shocked. They had spoken about how much influence she could have over a person before, and he generally didn't mind her using those powers. But he said nothing.
Gothitelle ran her hand down the smooth skin of his chest. “Am I unattractive?” She looked at him, and this time he met her large eyes with his own. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she hadn't expected him to be so composed.
“Our relationship, trainer and pokemon- It's not so simple.” He shifted, seemingly regaining awareness of his current state of dress.
She grinned at him – kind to a fault, if she were being honest, always so caught up with what others wanted and never about himself. “Do you think you could take advantage of me?” She jolted him with a small flow of psychic energy.
He cringed. “Of course not, but- I don't know. What if it's not what you-”
“I believe I've made myself very clear.” She took a step closer, letting her dress brush against his knees, and let her hand drop to rest atop the towel wrapping his waist.
Gothitelle watched him carefully. If he truly didn't want this with her, then she would understand. She'd never force herself upon him. However, humans did have a tendency to follow what they thought was proper, even if they didn't agree. Gothitelle hoped this was the case.
Ian swallowed before taking a deep breath. “I don't want anything to change between us. You're my best friend.”
“And you mine. For pokemon, sharing a psychical bond only strengthens that friendship.” She let her fingers curl beneath the towel, his skin hot against hers. She watched closely for any sign of reluctance, but he looked pensive, and was that – hunger? Excellent.
Once again, Ian looked unsure. Not unwilling, but out of his element. Perhaps her trainer had never mated before. Well, she was happy to take the lead for now. With a sly grin, she brought her second hand to the towel and began to unwrap her trainer.
She pulled the soft, damp cloth away. Her trainer sat naked before her, his sex already at full attention. She looked up and their eyes met. Her own heart raced in her chest, a lusty thrill she'd been suppressing beginning to well up in her belly. She took another step forward between his legs to place her face close to his.
“What would you like me to do?” She fluttered her large eyelids and cupped his face in her hands.
He scooted forward on the bed. His length pressed against her dress-like covering, and he slipped a hand behind her to run along the back of her neck before pulling her into a deep kiss.
Gothitelle swooned. Unaccustomed to the practice, she let him take the lead, more than happy to feel his strong fingers grip the back of her head while the other wrapped around her back to pull them close. She did her best to encourage him, pricking his hips lightly with her claws and grinding her hips against his manhood. Ian broke the kiss, letting his hot breath mist across her face.
He looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry, but I uh, well I'm not sure what you look like under that.” He touched on of the folds of her dress. “Or if we can, you know...”
Gothitelle breathed heavily as well, more breathless than she'd admit, but she grinned at his curiosity. “Would you like to see?” She ran teasing finger along the inside of his thigh before taking a quick step back. She wriggled slightly, causing the black segments of her dress to sway.
The garment itself was a part of her. While humans wore clothing to protect themselves from the cold, a temptes of psychic energy filled her voluminous dress. It could protect her from the most brutal attacks so that her frail body hidden beneath didn't take injury. She motioned him forward with a finger.
Ian rose, only to kneel before her a moment later. She admired his naked body, the first time she'd caught more than a hurried glance of him completely unclothed. He'd always been so careful to avoid that. His muscles were lean and toned. She liked that. Some humans had muscles like a Machamp's, but she preferred her human.
His hands snaked beneath her dress. He found her ankles, delicate and slender, just like the legs they slid up. She mostly resembled a human underneath her dress, with pale purple skin and a willowy frame. Ian slid his hands up the outsides of her thighs, up along her ribs, the first person to touch her beneath the dress.
She shivered. “I'm ready.” A wet heat grew between her legs, her body ready for a mate. The need grew, and such a powerful but basic instinct made concentrating on controlling her powers difficult, and small wisps of purple smoke-like energy escaped her eyes.
Ian found his confidence quickly in this matter, and he smiled tauntingly up at her lidded gaze. “Already?” He gently scraped his fingernails across her hips, granting a light moan from her before he massaged the insides of her thighs.
Gothitelle closed her eyes. Each squeezing touch drew tantalizingly close to her sex. She placed her hands atop Ian's head and leaned into him, using him for balance as she began to pant. Why had she waited so long to bring this up? She gasped.
Ian finally pressed a finger between her thighs and against her wet lips. He probed inquisitively, pressing lightly against her entrance before slipping against the small nub that crowned her pussy.
She cried out and almost fell as her legs quivered. Stupid human, too concerned about her once again. If he continued, she wouldn't last long enough for him to- She almost stumbled once again. “What are you-”
Ian let her dress fall down his back as he knelt underneath her with his head between her legs. His hands gripped her small butt. His tongue shut her up.
She didn't have time to think before Ian licked her. His tongue lapped at her folds with long, flat strokes. She would have asked what would posses someone to do such a thing, but the bolts of pleasure that tore through her easily drove coherency from her mind. She instinctively thrust her hips against Ian's face, ignorant of the lewd groans escaping her throat.
She clutched at the back of his head through her dress. She panted heavily, hoping that he'd never stop. A twisting pleasure started to build in her pelvis, a warm pressure that wanted out. Where had he learned to do this? Did he have a mate he never told her?
Ian pulled away, untangling himself from her to stand. He took a step close and hugged her tightly to him, his own sex poking her in the stomach. He ignored her disappointed whimpering. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Psychic energy blaze to life, filling her large eyes with a purple fire. If she hadn't been so shaken, a pleasured haze dulling her thoughts, she'd have thrown him onto the bed and had her way with him. Instead she managed to send a desperate “please” to his mind.
Ian lifted her up and lay her down on the bed. He pulled her dress up to expose her long, slender legs and dripping sex. His knees nudged her legs apart and he leaned in close, his weight pinning her to the soft bed.
She could smell herself on his breath, and he no longer showed the reserve that he had earlier. Instead of waiting for him to ask, she tried kissing again, pressing her mouth to his and tasting herself. It seemed to be enough, as Ian began to line himself with her entrance. He ground against her, covering his length in her fluids before pressing into her.
She groaned, unintentionally breaking their kiss with a loud moan. He was bigger than she thought, and he stretched her, almost painfully so. Her small claws dug into his back, but he didn't stop his gentle descent.
Gothitelle clung to her trainer, squeezing him tight. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and bit his shoulder – not hard enough o draw blood, but she'd leave him a mark. His hands stroked her hair soothingly, and after a minute or so, their hips touched, his entire length filling her.
“Are you okay?” he whispered into her ear. A quick nod was all the response she could manage, and he kissed her neck and shoulder, letting her get used to his size.
After a moment, he began to withdraw. It felt as if he took a part of her with him, a sinking emptiness replacing his length. Her walls clung to him despite how wet his earlier had made her. At the halfway point, he slid back in, quicker this time, and Gothitelle yelped in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.
She let her psychic energy flow into him through every inch of skin of theirs that touched. The small amount of pain did nothing to dampen the wave of pleasure that she felt, and once she had built a link between them, they would be closer than any number of years could bring them.
Ian picked up his pace, ignorant of the soft glow that surrounded them. Sweat created a thin sheen across his skin, and his breath tickled her hair, his heavy panting increasing with the ferocity of his thrusts.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked, slowing his pace.
“Don't worry yourself,” she stroked his cheek and pressed a kiss against his chest. “It's better than anything I imagined. You're perfect,” and with that, she completed the link.
Ian's thrusting faltered, but Gothitelle thrust against him to keep the pace. The link only carried the most basic of feelings, lust, pleasure, desire. Each other's experience flooded the opposite, human and pokemon, male and female. Gothitelle felt Ian thrust into her, filling her completely, and she also felt Ian, taking his pokemon, thrusting into her tight sex, her body hungry for her male's release.
Ian gasped, words fumbling half-formed from his mouth. “What- did you do?” But he didn't stop.
Gothitelle didn't have the presence of mind to reply. The mixed desire of two people numbed her mind to anything but pleasure. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and brought his mouth to hers. She could still speak though. “Fill me.”
Her human grunted, and she felt his muscles tighten as he thrust into her one last time, more forceful than before. His length slammed against her womb, and at the first jet of seed against her depths, she came.
The welling knot of pleasure in her belly burst, euphoric waves of hot bliss washed up her spine and radiated outwards. Her legs wrapped around Ian, locking him within her, her climax pulsing in time with his every release.
Ian panted against her, his full weight having collapsed upon her during his orgasm. Gothitelle could barely breathe either, their mind's link collapsing just moments after her own release. She still clung to him, letting him rest within her during their afterglow.
Well, she hadn't expected it to turn out like that. Not that she wasn't pleased, but she had no idea how caught up in the moment she got. She sighed as her facilities returned, and she nudged Ian.
He rolled off of her. “Sorry.” He smiled warmly over at her, still breathing hard. “You were incredible. I-I never thought that.”
Was he blushing? Now? Idiot. She stroked his cheek affectionately. “What were you saying about wanting to get started early today?”
“I think we could probably take the day off.” He sighed.
“Excellent.”
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