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It wasn’t Silver’s fault that Kris was so fucking hot. Everyone else thought so! Half the old Team talked about the things they wanted to do to her and the other half was just too chicken to talk. If you followed in her wake, the town she just swept through would be oohing and ahhing about her skills as a Trainer and her upstanding disposition. Silver knew what they really meant: she had cute tits and a tight ass.
…not like he’d seen them in a minute. She might be famous as the Champion and the victor over Team Rocket, but it wasn’t making her easier to find. Silver watched her house in New Bark for a while, caught a couple cheesy traditional dances in Ecruteak, rigged a slot machine and won some money in Goldenrod…where the hell was this chick?
He even slapped the Elite Four around, but instead of answers they all just looked at him.
Karen glared and said something that he didn’t pay attention to. When she raised her voice he snapped his fingers at her. “You’re wasting your time, lady…I only listen to winners.”
She was shouting when he left but that didn’t scare Silver at all. He’d stared down the barrel of his father’s gun more than once. At least Lance had the balls to smirk at him. Silver knew he’d do the same, any man would, to Karen or to Kris. But Lance wasn’t smirking when he conceded the fight, and that at least was satisfying. He said something that Silver caught the end of, “…nice to yourself, too…” Silver gave him a look, trying to figure out his angle, before he scoffed and left. If they weren’t going to help him out, what was the point in sticking around…?
Feraligatr still had plenty of energy so they hit the Goldenrod food court afterwards. Everybody got a burger and fries and Silver let Sneasel have a bit of his last beer. She didn’t seem to like it but she kept trying to steal it anyway. Girl after his own heart. But he’d have to go buy some after this. They left and went to the liquor store on the fourth floor; luckily, someone from the old Team still owned it and let him buy a bottle of vodka. Didn’t even have to use his fake ID. Silver was whistling when he left the department store. It hadn’t been a good day, but it was going alright.
Sneasel really didn’t like the vodka, but Alakazam and Crobat did. Silver was humming idly and strolling through evening Goldenrod, everything fading to dull grey as the last rose gold left the tips of the skyscrapers. Everyone else seemed to be ignoring him but for one girl wandering in from the west. That one girl. Always her. She wasn’t following him but she wasn’t trying to get away either.
Silver whirled and swung the vodka at her, but the top was on and anyway she was half a block behind him. Still, the gesture mattered. She was eating a bag of cheesy corn chips and had the orange dust all over her fingers, didn’t even flinch, didn’t even pause in the middle of putting another chip in her mouth. Her chewing sounded louder than he expected, or maybe it was quieter here, despite the surrounding crowds.
Or maybe it was something else, because his heart kicked into overdrive and he reflexively took another swig of alcohol.
“Following me? You might give me the wrong idea here,” he sneered. It got really hard to keep focused when he noticed her tank-top and bike shorts. The evening shadows only emphasized her cleavage and her delicate teardrop tits. Her shorts were tight and he could see the elegant V of her bones, the flesh of her thighs pressing the shorts taut. Silver licked his lips, throat burning.
He was a man, after all! This was what men did! Still, her sheer ability to stop him in his tracks was irritating and he didn’t feel manly at all. He just felt…captivated. He wanted to do whatever she wanted. He took another drink, letting it stun him out of his trance. She was still just looking at him, eating chips; god he hadn’t even noticed her Umbreon, skulking in the shadows and giving Alakazam a Mean Look that had Silver himself shaking.
“Well, you gonna say something?”
Kris put a finger in her mouth, pressing her lips apart, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her finger came out wet and shiny. She cleaned each finger this way, forming her lips around them, pulling hard and slow. Silver swallowed reflexively.
He managed not to stammer. “You’re such a freak, huh.”
Kris shrugged. “Let me have a drink of that.
…nice. It’d be easier to fuck her once she was drunk. He handed over the bottle. Kris put it to her mouth and leaned back, taking a much bigger drink than he was expecting. He glanced at Alakazam – was he seeing this – no, he was still quivering in Umbreon’s Mean Look. What a wimp. Silver took the vodka back from Kris and drank.
“You can’t have all of it.”
Kris rolled her eyes. “I’ve gotta catch up.”
“You’re a girl, it won’t take long. Come on, let’s go to the casino, there’s a back room. Ever been?”
She hadn’t, obviously, because nobody who wasn’t in with the Team could go there. Silver gestured for her to follow. They walked the evening streets, passing the vodka back and forth a few times. Umbreon had stopped transfixing Alakazam but he was still being a little bitch and refusing to come near. He was gonna ruin Silver’s game like this…Silver returned him and sent out Feraligatr, who hissed at Kris.
“Down, boy,” Silver said, “Maybe later.”
Kris looked him up and down. “Been training.”
“Like what you see?”
She didn’t answer, but he didn’t need her to. She liked Feraligatr; who wouldn’t?
It was easy to tell when they were close – even the sidewalk outside was vibrating with the casino’s music. Kris didn’t flinch as they walked in and it got really loud. Silver took her wrist and pulled her through the line of people purchasing coins. They jostled a few, got growled at for jumping the line, but Silver told them to shove it and called one of the managers by name.
Wearing a fake smile the whole time, Toshio said, “Silver, fuck’s wrong with you, you can’t just yell at customers and expect me to make it right.”
“I don’t care about them; I’m here for the VIP lounge.” Silver twitched his eyes toward Kris, who was looking around the casino with undisguised interest.
“Hey, do you have any coins on you?” she asked. “I’m feeling lucky.”
“Yeah, we’ll do that later,” Silver lied.
Toshio gave him a look but handed him the key. “Don’t fuck me with this, alright? Someone’s got a reservation at nine.”
Silver smirked at him. “That’s like two hours. If I’m still in there by then, I won’t care what happens to you or to me.”
Besides being swagged out in glass, gold, velvet, and tons of sofas, the VIP room looked over the whole floor. It was half-voyeurism, half-exhibitionism – if you sat at the glass-and-brass railing, you could watch everything and be watched by everyone. That wasn’t why Silver wanted to come there though. If you kept going there was a back room, normally locked, where the high rollers could play private games, drink at a private bar, do everything privately. It had TVs showing sports, dramas, the news; it had its own corridor to the kitchens; it even had a smoking balcony, obscured from the street by thick plants. Silver let her soak it in for a moment, but she didn’t even seem impressed, just took another drink.
He took the bottle out of her hands and put it on the bar. The glass made a loud noise in the quiet, private room. “So what do you think?”
Kris shrugged. “We gonna…watch the news…?”
Annoyed, Silver grabbed at her pigtails. “You’re getting the royal treatment and you’re just gonna make fun of me?”
Kris just looked into his eyes as he pulled her by the hair up against the bar. It must’ve hurt but she didn’t even flinch. Years it had been, thinking about this exact act, and now his head was full of shivers. Was she gonna scream? Try to fight? Call the cops tomorrow? What the fuck was he doing? She kept looking at him and he could hear the silent question; as answer, he snarled and pulled her head back so she was looking down her nose at him. Her mouth opened; she clenched her fists.
This little freak wanted it…! She was still watching him as he grabbed at her tits with his other hand. She gasped when he squeezed a little too hard. He pulled her up against him and bit her throat – damn, maybe she’d let him choke her – and she yelped, her breath coming quick. She reached back for his hand on her hair but he just tightened his grip and shook her a bit.
“No way, bitch, it’s too late now.”
God her tits were just as soft and perky as he thought they’d be – shoved up against the bar and pulled into an arch by the hair, Kris was practically pushing her tits into his hand. Silver hadn’t grabbed as many tits as some of the other guys said they had, but he could tell Kris had nice ones, just big enough to have weight and a teardrop shape. More importantly she was breathing heavy and not fighting him at all; he put his hand under the hem of her tank top and pushed it up.
She was warm and soft; he couldn’t help clenching his hand in her hair from how bad he wanted to fuck her right here, right now. She gasped quietly, whined a little as he fondled her tits, lifting one, then the other. She pushed her hips up against his, rubbing his very hard cock – Silver grunted, surprised, so engrossed in Kris’s tits that he hadn’t even realized he was about to pop. He pulled her hair to get her off him and spun her around and pushed her face down on the bar.
“Got a condom?”
Kris shook her head, out of breath and gripping the edge of the bar white-knuckled. She pushed her ass back into his dick and he groaned. God, what the hell, why not do it raw…
“You’re clean?”
Silver stared at her. “You don’t bring a condom and you’re asking me that?”
Kris shrugged. “Did you?”
“Of course I…” Silver fished around in his pockets. Well, shit. He’d probably be able to pull out in time, maybe. But he certainly wasn’t going to stop now. If she got knocked up…it couldn’t cost that much, right? People did it all the time. Silver grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her face into the bar. She made a muffled whimper and pushed back as much as she could against his cock. No stopping now. He pulled at her shorts – they were elastic, nice – and got them and her panties down. She was panting against the bar as he worked his pants open one-handed, and honestly he wasn’t doing much better himself. Fumbling with the buttons and zipper, shoving at his underwear, he was crazy, going crazy over this hot piece of ass.
She was looking back at him even as he held her down by the neck against the bar, and he tried to look at her bare ass instead, smooth and taut and waiting…but god the way she was looking at him, eyes wide and mouth open, her face pressed against the bar – and then he took his dick in his other hand and pressed it up against her pussy, and her face went slack, eyes staring somewhere beyond him, her mouth drooping, almost frowning. What must he have looked like…? He felt like he was falling apart, torn between the intense sensation and sheer relief of being inside her. She was warm, and tight, and when he went all the way in and waited, she sighed, and it took him a moment to realize he was sighing too.
He thrust once and she made a noise almost like pain, but he knew better…her hips were against the bar, pressing inexorably against him, and it just made him able to go deeper, quickly working up to a ridiculous speed. Oh, the years spent thinking about how he’d make her beg, how he’d make her shout his name – shit, instead he was about to come after thirty seconds! He stopped, took his hand off her neck, twisted his fingers into her hair again and pulled her face off the bar. Lips slack and wet, eyes half-lidded, she was still out of breath, but she watched him steadily.
“Anybody else know how much of a slut you are?” Silver pulled her into a harsher arch and she grimaced, making a strained noise in her throat.
“Just you,” she said, pushing against him. God he was just gonna bust right here. His hand clenched harder and he grabbed at her hips with the other, slapping the side of her ass, but it just vibrated into his cock. Fuck. He pulled out a bit so he could give her a real spank and she squeaked in pain. Damn, she could be cute, too? Silver gave up and just fucked her, fingers in her hair, her ass cheeks pressed against his hips, warm, soft, wet as hell – he pulled all the way out and went all the way back in, just to see, and it was like there wasn’t any friction at all she was so wet…but when he was all the way back in she clenched down onto him and they fit perfectly together, pulling on each other with every movement.
Silver felt like his cock was gonna explode it was so swollen, and then he lost control of himself and fucked her as hard as he could into the bar, hips moving without his say-so, and she was making bitten-off cries with every thrust and oh fuck he came as deep as possible inside her, hips crowding up against her as all senses narrowed to the tip of his cock, pulsing and sharp and painfully delightful, filling her up with hot come.
“Oh, fuck,” Silver said, half in earnest enjoyment and half in resigned awareness. Kris made different gasps with each twitch of his dick and he thrust a few more times into her; he’d already come inside her so why pull out now…? She was still gripping the bar for dear life and she was sweating. Fuck, he was sweating, as it turned out…he let go of her hair and she slumped against the bar, breathing hard, watching him from the side of one eye, not making any attempt to move.
“Fuck,” Silver said again, articulately, as if that would tell her what he meant. When she said nothing he gestured irritatedly. “Are you gonna get pregnant?”
“I have an IUD,” Kris said, rolling her eyes. “You’re the stupid one for not asking.”
He should’ve gotten annoyed but instead he was just relieved. One less thing to worry about, and no chance for the family to make fun of the boss’s kid for knocking up some random chick. Although she wasn’t some random chick. Come was seeping around his dick and down her leg and all he wanted was to fuck her again. She clenched around him and he gasped.
“There a towel in this place…?” she said.
Silver pulled out and staggered around the bar with his pants half down his thighs. Yeah, there was a bar cloth, clean and white and folded. He wiped his dick off and brought it to her.
“So…” she said, wiping up. “You said you had coins?”
~~~
Silver still hadn’t spent all the money Kris had won last week. He was inventing reasons to go shopping: TMs he didn’t need (but what if he did catch a Dratini), another new pair of shoes (well…you could never have too many), another horde of coins (that one had practical value…but only if…but how would she not! …wouldn’t she?). And yet he still had money to blow, and he hated that. Being able to spend money on…other stuff…only made him think about all the easy ways he could get more money and that was a tricky path to walk. He was doing just fine earning money from Training and odd jobs; thinking about the other ways guys in the Team earned money wasn’t helpful.
He was seriously debating donating it to charity and feeling like a limp-dick loser even for considering. People and Pokémon should be strong enough to help themselves! Just giving them stuff didn’t seem like the best solution to him. But nobody was asking him, and anyway he’d be able to get rid of all of it in one fell swoop and get back to preying on hotshot Ace Trainers or painting somebody’s house, paying the rent, and getting on with his life. It was too much to think about being able to buy a cool truck or some fancy liquor.
Then she called. Silver stared at his PokéGear for too long and almost missed the call. He picked up, tried not to sound breathless, said “Hey” too fast, scuffed his foot in the dirt.
Kris sounded breathless too anyway. “Hey. Um. What are you doing?”
Silver flinched. “What’s it to you? I thought I might donate some money to the orphans or something.”
“Uh-huh. Sure. So you’re not doing anything.”
“Not yet. Unless you want me to donate that money.”
She giggled. Silver stared into the distance. She thought he was funny. What the fuck was happening? She said, “So, you know, I’m in Olivine if you’re nearby.”
Silver scoffed. “Sounds like a hassle. Isn’t it usually better when I find you?”
“Thought we could try something different. I leave tomorrow for Hoenn.”
Hoenn? Might as well be Kalos as far as he was concerned. Even though he was gonna win his court case they wouldn’t let him travel yet. Bullshit but what could you do? Anyway. Silver said, “Don’t go anywhere tricky. I’ll be there.”
The old lady whose garden he was planting was happy about the neat and even rows but sad he wouldn’t be there tomorrow. He promised her he’d be back later in the week and hopped on Crobat and was gone. Gardening…when Silver was a kid he thought he’d be Champion, a Champion so powerful and feared that they’d do whatever he said. He’d tell the Pokémon League to stop pursuing his father and he’d get his own island and people would come to him for advice on how to grow stronger. The fantasy looked a little silly now, in more ways than one. His father was a weakling who deserved what he got, first off, and secondly…he hated to admit it but gardening was nice, so was painting, hell, so was Pokémon Training, including all the mushy stuff.
Crobat detected his mood somehow and gave a squeak pitched for human ears; Silver patted his head. Yeah, it was alright. About to be more alright, if he wasn’t misreading things. She’d called him. The guys said that was a good thing and a bad thing. You didn’t want to pick up on the first try or else she’d think she had you. But you wanted her to call more than you did, so you had to pick up often enough. The guys said a lot of dumb shit, though; shit that seemed even dumber now that he realized they weren’t getting any. None of their advice had helped him nail Kris, anyhow, except for the constant reminder to stay cool. Although he hadn’t done that either.
The sun was low when they got to Olivine, but the spring air was still balmy. Crobat touched down in a rush – must’ve got that from Silver too – and the two of them wandered the streets, looking around for that annoying girl who was rapidly turning into a greater obsession than he’d feared. She was battling some Sailor on the pier, a grin on her face as Umbreon used Toxic. The Sailor shouted some taunt but Silver just got annoyed.
“Crobat, let’s show them a real Toxic.”
Obligingly, Crobat used Toxic on Umbreon. She didn’t quite realize what had happened, blinking and coughing, but Kris did, meeting his eyes, curious.
“Whoa, hey buddy, that’s not fair!” The Sailor was shaking his finger in Silver’s face. Yeah, he was tall and ripped from working on a boat, but he wasn’t that hot. Wasn’t going to take Silver’s place, not in battle and not in…maybe he was getting ahead of himself.
Silver said, “Stick that finger in my face again and you’ll lose it. I don’t have time for weaklings.”
The Sailor sputtered, nervous laughter mixed with outrage. “Okay, buddy, if that’s how it is – Seadra, give him a nice Surf!”
Silver sent out Feraligatr and had him handle the Seadra while he and Crobat focused on Kris and Umbreon. They’d been training, of course, now even stronger, slipping past attacks and fitting their own in the rhythm like never before. Crobat should’ve been fast enough to run rings around Umbreon, but the way she positioned herself and the timings she chose meant that he had to slow down and play it safe. Silver realized too late he was smiling, and tried to frown instead. Ah, what was the point…
Feraligatr suplexed Seadra into the pier with a solid crack of wood; the Sailor squawked in alarm and ran up to Silver. “Call off that wild animal!”
“Get out of my face!” Silver snarled. If this guy interrupted his focus one more time…!
“Silver, let’s ditch this place…I’m bored,” Kris said, tugging on his sleeve. Well, that was fine. He could look magnanimous now.
“Yeah, whatever. Me too. Here’s your money, jack-off,” Silver said, tossing him a few bills. Oh shit those were ten-grand notes. Ah whatever. “Don’t follow me or else.”
They went walking around the sunset town as if they’d come on vacation or something. Kris was pointing out stuff she liked and Silver said her gambling money should cover it, but that wasn’t what she wanted to hear, apparently. Still, she kept pointing at stuff and asking if he liked it. Did he like it? Most stuff just looked the same. There were some nice gold chains and a cool shirt or two, but nothing that he thought would look good on her.
Silver was hungry after the travel and the battling, so at the next convenience store he said, “Let’s get food.”
Kris wasn’t interested in convenience food but she pointed the way to the Sailors’ Café. Silver rolled his eyes – what if they ran into that guy from earlier? – but he didn’t really care, so they sat down in some booth and ordered fried chicken combos. The food was good and fast, anyway, cheap enough that their Pokémon got lots to eat too, and as they ate Silver had plenty of time to wonder about what he could possibly talk about over dinner with this girl. Lucky for him she didn’t mind silence, eating steadily and looking at him from time to time.
“What are you looking at?” she asked. He had been looking at her for a while, huh.
“You, obviously. What’s the deal? I thought you didn’t like me,” Silver said, turning his gaze to his food. He could be polite, if that was the strongest move.
“No, I think you’re a jerk,” Kris shrugged. “Not the same thing.”
Silver scoffed. “A jerk? Maybe. Everyone else is concerned about that instead of trying to be the strongest.”
Kris just shrugged again and he was left thinking about what he’d said. Maybe what he said was jerk behavior. Wait, he didn’t care about that! But he had a funny feeling: a new sense opening for the first time, telling him that, well, that philosophy made him a jerk. He didn’t care about what others thought, only about being the strongest.
Kris must’ve seen something on his face, because she said, “That’s why you got Champion, probably.”
Yeah, definitely was. “Yeah, that and I fucking hate losing. Especially to you. How did you get so good so early, anyway?”
Kris giggled. “You know I live next to a Pokémon researcher, right…?”
“Shit, really?” Silver banged his hand on the table. “I always knew he was hiding, like, Pokémon steroids in that big lab! So what, he had special technology for you or something? I knew it! I knew some kid couldn’t be that good!”
Kris let his enthusiasm die in silence, then said, “No, I’ve been training Pokémon since I could walk. All that stuff you learned by accident I was practicing when I was six. It was just easier for me. Plus my mom taught me how to be polite to Pokémon.”
It was like a switch flipped and Silver’s brain was now full of hot lava. Man he wanted to explode! She was so annoying! She was strong because she did homework? ...Because of her mom? That wasn’t…but Silver ground his teeth, remembering the long hours with those stolen textbooks learning type advantage and same-type-attack-bonus and learnsets and statistics and and and and god he really wanted to choke her right now. That had been her life. And she’d always known how to play on a team. Of course she’d been stronger than him.
“Let’s get out of here,” Silver said. Kris was done eating too, so they left money and walked out into the night. They hadn’t gone far before Kris pointed to a pharmacy.
“You, uh…got lube?”
Silver frowned. “Huh? Of course I do. And condoms.”
Kris grinned. “Okay, good. Well, you don’t need condoms. Unless there’s something I should know about you?”
“Course not.”
That settled that. She even held his hand as they walked to a love hotel by the pier, nautical-themed with Horsea and anchors and an off-putting rendition of Lugia on the wall. Silver was apparently one of only a few who had seen the real Lugia. They took their room key and went down the hall and Silver locked the door behind them. Kris looked around the room for a moment, then sat on the bed and watched him take his jacket off.
“So…” she said as he untied his shoes. “Um…can I ask you something?”
Silver didn’t answer, just walked over and grabbed her and pressed his face to hers, sucking at her lips, biting her lips, god that soft mouth and his fingers in her hair – he pulled away and got his pants undone while she caught her breath. Her eyes got nice and wide at his half-hard cock; he got all the way hard when she took it in her hand and gave it one pump. Then she gave him an evil look he’d never seen before and obliviated his consciousness by closing her mouth on his cock and sucking him off.
Fuck he was gonna come right now. Her lips were wet and hot and it was like she could touch the deepest part of him just by sucking his cock in her mouth.
“Cut it out!” Silver pushed her away; she came off with an obscene, intentional pop of wet lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Better not be,” Kris said. “So, um, have you ever, uh, done anal?”
“Huh?” he said like a dunce. God he wouldn’t be able to tell the guys about this either; they wouldn’t believe him. Even if they did he just…didn’t want to. But oh man would they be jealous. Everybody wanted this. Right? It was the thing girls didn’t like and guys wanted to try. But of course this little freak wanted it. Fuck his cock twitched just thinking about it. Silver cleared his throat.
“No.”
“Oh cool.” She blushed. “I mean, me either. I mean, um, what I mean, you know…”
“Don’t worry,” Silver grinned meanly. “I’ll fuck you in the ass."
Something about that made her feel good, which was a weird feeling for him. Silver was used to being off-putting, aloof, or just hated, but his mean smile and anger seemed to produce the opposite reaction in Kris. Go figure. He pushed her onto her back; she was wearing a skirt tonight, and it flared up around her belly, showing off her long lean legs and her powder-blue thong. God he might just come on her thighs, looking at that tight ass in her cute underwear. Manfully he pushed that thought down and pulled her underwear off.
She was already wet, and the little movements of her underwear and his hands against her pussy made her groan. Fuck, he wanted to fuck her so bad. He told her so and she gasped, rocking her hips against the empty air. He got the lube out of his back pocket and got himself slick and aimed carefully.
“No, no, not yet,” she said. “Do me too.”
“Oh, yeah, right.”
His fingers were still slick. He put one up against her firm, smooth asshole, marveling privately at the novelty of feeling the skin and muscle tightening, quivering, relaxing against him. She was so warm on the outside but at first press, slipping into her, Silver was surprised that she was hot inside. Almost too hot, but it just made him want to push his finger in further, where she was the smoothest thing he’d ever felt. From her choking breaths it must feel good. He pulled his finger back a bit and she groaned loud and long. God he had to do this more often, he could probably make her scream this way. He hooked his finger and tugged against the tight muscle at the entrance and she bucked her hips against him, almost popping his finger out.
He stuck another finger in as he returned, and she was bending up off the bed, on her elbows watching him, her eyes half-lidded and mouth slack, clutching at the blankets with her fingers. If Silver wasn’t so into this he might have been freaked out; some part of his mind was saying this was crazy shit, she was going crazy, but if that was true then he was crazy too because he was using every last drop of will not to plunge balls-deep into her ass right here and now and make the walls come down with how hard he was gonna fuck her.
She was groaning with every thrust of his fingers and clasping her fingers around his wrist, seemingly unable to decide if she was trying to stop him or make him go faster, harder – her hand shook, pulling toward herself and pushing away in equal measure.
“Touch my pussy?” she gasped. Silver considered the problem, then leaned down and put his mouth on her. She had a sharp taste, and so warm. Well, he’d never done this either, but morons all over the world figured it out so it couldn’t be that hard. Supposed to use your tongue, right? But as he went it seemed like kissing it was better, and then kind of doing every motion you possibly could, one after another, repeating, switching directions, and relentlessly hunting whatever made Kris tighten her thighs and groan again.
She came really quickly, or maybe Silver was losing track of time, but her asshole was seizing on his fingers and she clutched his head with her thighs and bucked almost into the air with the force of her orgasm. He felt like a god with her coming on his fingers and against his mouth. Nobody was better than he, not now and not ever. She let herself fall against the bed, gasping, and he took his fingers out of her and put his cock against her ass. She whimpered, defeated, but didn’t fight him.
“My turn.” He thrust into her nice and easy – oh her ass was tight, he’d known it would be tight but it was insane, resisting him so much, but as soon as he got the tip past her hole it was no resistance at all, just smooth and long and easy, with an incredible cinching tightness right at her entrance. Her eyes rolled shut and she groaned again, digging her fingers into the blankets and the bed, legs spread wide for him, clenching her ass involuntarily on the base of his cock.
Fuck he was gonna come right now, on his hands and knees looking down at her, still half-dressed in a red blouse, skirt riding up, her pigtails spread behind her head and the muscles of her arms standing out as she held on for dear life. Her legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him against her ass; fuck he was gonna come. He thrust again and again and every time he pulled back she made this long, low moan, like he was dragging something terrible out of her, like she couldn’t bear for him to be so far away. When he thrust back in she’d move with him, sudden shocked movements, and it felt so good Silver wondered how he’d ever lived without burying his cock in this girl.
Goddamn she was tight. And she’d clench on him like she never wanted to let him more than a centimeter out of her. With every thrust she got louder, too, and Silver wondered with a smirk if you could hear her out in the hall. Probably not; it was a love hotel, but he had ambitions. He snapped his hips against her, tried to get a little deeper – she cried out as he kept going, faster, harder, each thrust drawing pained cries from her, except that Silver knew she fucking loved it, wanted him to overwhelm her, and oh he was going to, fucking that tight ass until she broke or he did.
He reached the point of no return, said, “Fuck I’m gonna come in your ass,” and then she was really screaming, sharp and high and loud as hell with each thrust, and it wasn’t much work to come hard, emptying himself in her ass, the tight ring around the base of his cock sweetly torturing him with every pulse and twitch of his orgasm. God she was going to kill him. Silver could barely hold himself up anymore. He was out of breath and his abs ached from thrusting and coming his brains out and all he wanted to do was collapse on her. It wouldn’t do to be so weak, but this little freak made him want to do all kinds of weird things.
She was looking at him, eyes wide and face so open, like he’d pried her soul out just by fucking her, and he must’ve looked like that too, or something, because she reached up for his cheek. It felt way too good. Tingles spread all through his face and down his spine, and Silver gave in to the moment and kissed her again. She kissed back wildly, pressing against him, pulling at his lips, trying to lock him there with her – he wanted to be locked there with her – and his cock gave a few last twitches, still so hard, feeling like he might come again if he kept thrusting. He did thrust more, like she was pulling his cock into her just by kissing him, and she moaned into his mouth. Damn maybe he would come again if she kept moaning like that.
After too long, they stopped, just looking at each other for a while. Silver’s dick was about to fall out, and he picked himself up and went to get a towel, but there wasn’t any come to clean up. Huh, convenient. He watched Kris have the same moment and smirked at her. She giggled. Fuck, could he fuck again? He wanted to after that cute laugh. Ugh he probably had to shower or something. Right? He went to the bathroom and there was a low sink. That was thoughtful. As he was washing his hands and his still-swollen cock in the sink she came and wrapped her hands around his chest and sighed into his back.
Damn, he was down bad. This wasn’t good. He was thinking about stuff like refusing to let this girl go to Hoenn, taking her with him to like Sinnoh on a trip or something instead, or Kanto, or just to Goldenrod to gamble again. He couldn’t say that, could he?
“Wish I didn’t have work tomorrow,” Kris mumbled in his back.
“What are you doing in Hoenn?”
“Stuff for the League,” Kris sighed. “Dumb shit. No, it’s cool, I like conservation work, but…”
That was cool, he thought. Conservation. Nature was strong; making it stronger was good for everyone. The greatest challenge was the only one worthwhile, and if Nature grew weak then how would people and Pokémon train? It was everyone’s greatest opponent.
“Well, don’t be lame about it,” Silver said. “If you do want to go.”
He turned around to look at her. She still wore that open expression, pressed up against him and looking into his eyes. She saw something there and smiled.
“Okay. Keep your phone on.”
Silver snorted. “Come on, you think I’d ignore you? That’d be weak.”
She said they could stay the night in the love hotel, and man Silver wanted to, but it seemed risky with her long flight in the morning. He didn’t really want to have to say goodbye to her, too, wanted to leave with some time left before her trip, so that it would be like any other parting of theirs. Maybe she detected that and maybe not, but she didn’t look upset, just said, “Good night,” as he got on Crobat and looked at her one last time. With the sea hissing and the half-moon light on her face she was gorgeous.
Damn it, you fuck a girl in the ass one time and she can wring your heart out like a wet rag. Silver and Crobat flew into the night. What the hell was he gonna do?