Chapter 01
Witch's Fire
Powering up...
Accessing Hard drive...
Scanning System...
Booting User-Interface...
Name: Arimen De'Noir Croisce
Gender: Male
Age: 17
License Name ~~~ Status ~~~ Rank ~~~ Other Information
Pet Owner ~~~ N/A ~~~ ... ~~~ …
Tamer ~~~ Special ~~~ 00 ~~~ S.I.T (Still In-Training)
Master Tamer ~~~ N/A ~~~ … ~~~ …
Rancher ~~~ N/A ~~~ … ~~~ …
Breeder ~~~ N/A ~~~ … ~~~ …
Researcher ~~~ N/A ~~~ … ~~~ …
Psychic ~~~ NULL ~~~ … ~~~ NOT licensed to carry physic types...
Celestial ~~~ NULL ~~~ … ~~~ NOT licensed to carry celestial types...
Infernal ~~~ NULL ~~~ … ~~~ NOT licensed to carry Infernal types...
Dangerous ~~~ NULL ~~~ … ~~~ ...
Active Harem:
Registered Name --- Pokégirl Species --- Rank --- Basic Information --- Expand
NONE DETECTED
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NONE DETECTED
Extra Information:
League: The Orange Islands
Province: Basa Province
City of Birth: Eva Klaer (Basa --- Orange League)
Date of Birth: 12 December, 282 A.S
The young man flipped shut his pokédex and stared up at the ceiling, today they were going to be issued their first pokégirls... and to be honest, he was a little nervous... which was probably why he was awake at three in the morning... either that or one of his instructors screaming. He had the “lucky”... draw, and his room was next to the instructors. The only female instructor at Camp Holmes was at the moment enjoying the rest of the night with her 'girls.
He rolled over and sat up, his legs dangling off of the edge of the bed. To be honest, he was a little worried about which 'girl he was going to get later that day. He'd heard a few tales about some of the “wilder” ones... but then again... most of the people who were telling him these rumors hadn't been here any longer than he had.
Entirely unable to get to sleep he groaned as he stood up. His lightly tanned skin glistening in the dim light spilling in through the poorly covered window that led to the courtyard. He ran his fingers through his thick blue hair and sighed. He still hadn't gotten his blood test results back, and he still had no explanation for why his hair was blue. His mother was a fire-type, and he had little to no ice or water ancestry in him, as far as he knew anyway... and he was the only one in the family with blue hair. He sighed again, frustrated that there really wasn't anything to do... except listen to his instructor finish taming her 'girls... which honestly wasn't all that high on his list of things to do for the day.
He stood to his feet and walked over to the bathroom. His sweaty skin the first thing that caught his eye as he looked in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair again, and looked at the color closely... it was one of the darker light blues, like deep water, almost a sapphire color. His eyes were gray, but he knew that was just because he was bored.
He rolled his eyes as another moan pierced the walls of his room and made its way to his ears... tonight was going to be a long night indeed.
~~O~~O~~( I )~~O~~O~~
He wasn't sure how long he had been staring at the roof... he wasn't even sure if he had dozed off or not... but he was glad to hear that those two had finally stopped... they had been at it for the better part of the night... and by the time the sun started to rise, he had nearly had enough. True, listening to two lovely women go at it gave him quite the “Good morning” … but he wanted to save that for later today... when he was introduced to his own 'girl.
He turned his head and looked out the window to the light blue sky and sighed, it was time to get up and start his day... he hopped out of bed, took a quick shower, then dressed in the standard camp uniform featureless pants, and a simple black t-shirt with the camp logo printed on the front just over the heart, and a larger version emblazoned on the back.
Exiting from his room into the central courtyard he found quite a few people already in line to get their 'girl... he rolled his eyes and grabbed breakfast first, before stepping into the line... which had only grown a little bit. He was normally a reserved and quiet eater... but as the line grew longer, he decided to have some fun... noisily enjoying his food. Not to say he was being a pig, he was just over-exaggerating his derived enjoyment, making sure to also derive enjoyment from the hateful and jealous looks he was receiving.
The others had gotten up hours early to make sure they were one of the firsts in line... but they had neglected to get food... and now they were regretting it... they could easily go get some food, but there was one catch. If they stepped out of the line to go get some food, they would have to start at the back of the line... and that was something most were unwilling to do... a few, perhaps those with a weaker resolve, broke formation and grabbed some food.
When he finally got to the front of the line the sun had gone quite a ways into the sky... not quite midday, but only a few hours away from it. He entered the hall, and was refreshed by a cool gust of air, and the smiling faces of the few 'girls he could see working there. He calmed his fears and then walked up to the first desk, where a young girl was sitting, obviously bored by the day's labors “Name please.” She said vacantly, her voice dry and flat... like she'd asked that question a thousand times today.
“Arimen De'Noir Croisce.” He placed a little of his weight on the table by leaning on it... he'd been standing for a few hours, so he just wanted to give his feet a few minutes rest while they could get it.
She flipped through some sheets and then looked up at him, “Ahh... Arimen, you've shown enough aptitude to require a few further steps...” She turned around and scanned behind her, almost as if looking for someone in particular, “Do you see the double doors back there?” Arimen nodded, “Alright... go through those doors and take a seat, and give them this when they ask for it...”
Arimen sighed, he didn't want any further steps, he just wanted to get his life on with, “Alright...” Taking the sheet of paper in his hands he followed instructions and went to the designated room, where he was promptly approached by a fuzzy looking 'girl with large breasts and an infectious grin. “I was told to come here by...”
The 'girl nodded and smiled, pointing to another door before continuing on her way.
He rolled his eyes and moved on, for that was all he could do.
~~O~~O~~( I )~~O~~O~~
He had been ushered through various handlers and various tests, apparently all of which he passed to some degree, 'cause with everyone he was handed over to someone else. In this test, he was holding a crystal ball in his hands... he wasn't alone, there were a few other boys and girls here with him... not that many though. Apparently this was a method of filtering out potential candidates... candidates for what though? He really had no idea.
The crystal ball in his hands was supposed to glow... at least... that's what he was told. The girls had gotten it easily enough... their globes glowing to varying degrees of intensity, but nothing brighter than a dimming campfire. He however, was struggling with his... and it was starting to frustrate him to no end.
The man overseeing the test groaned as he looked at Arimen, “No, no,no,no,no! You're doing it wrong! Look at me...” Arimen complied, he figured if he glared any harder at the damn orb he'd cause the thing to explode... “Look... you're trying to hard! Relax a bit... if you try to force it to glow, it won't... in fact, it can't.”
Arimen sighed, “Relax? Today is one of the most important days of our careers... how are we supposed to relax...” “Alright... I'll try.” He nodded, took a deep breathe, and then looked at the orb once more, trying to imagine a soft familiar glow coming from inside of it... almost as if it were a mini-sun in his hands, getting brighter and brighter, slowly pulsating and shifting...
The light pulsed and slowly began to fade as he looked up at the older man in front of him... a questioning look on his face... “What?”
“What! What? Boy! Do you know how long it's been since I've seen something that shocking?”
“... shocking?”
“No one I've ever seen has ever made that thing glow like that... You definitely have an affinity for magic.”
Arimen almost couldn't believe his ears... How? His father was beyond terrible at magic, and he didn't have an ounce of magic ancestry in him as far as he could tell, and he had never received any training whatsoever.
~~O~~O~~( I )~~O~~O~~
Arimen sighed, closing the door to his bedroom behind him. He had been run through so many tests today, that he felt more like a test subject that a tamer in training. It was almost refreshing to think that he only had three more weeks to go... then he would be a tamer for real. It had taken a good portion of the day for everyone to get assigned their 'girl. Tonight they were supposed to tame them, and tomorrow would start the final three weeks. The last three weeks... it was all as a partnership from that point on. They had to survive off of each other, if one of them failed, both of them would fail... and inside the camp failure meant you could probably take the tests again, the next time the class went through... but outside of the camp, failure... usually resulted in death.
He locked the bedroom door and sat on his bed, kicking off his shoes and collapsing back on the soft material. He was almost tired enough to go to sleep now, and leave the taming for later... but no, he didn't know anything about her, and even if the taming did wait, he needed to at least talk to her. To figure out who she was... he was, after all, going to be relying on her for protection and for assistance from that point on. They had to be partners. They had to be partners, or they wouldn't make it.
He sat up and rolled his shoulders back, looking up at the roof once more... he stood up from the bed, and pulled the pokéball from his belt. He couldn't help but wonder what she was going to be like, whether they would get along, whether she was a new threshold, raised on a ranch, or had she been someone's 'girl before... he fingered the 'ball for a second and sighed, better to just get it over with.
He scanned the pokéball with his pokédex and sighed when he saw what was in the pokéball... he was going to have an... interesting next three weeks.
WITCH, the Magic Abuser Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic
Frequency: Uncommon (Most of the world), Very Rare (Edo League)
Diet: Human-style
Role: Amateur magic-users
Libido: Average mainly, gets High when they’re excited
Strong Vs: Ghost, Fighting
Weak Vs: Psychic, Magic, Water, Fire
Special Weakness: Ticklish, green-skinned witches have severe water allergy
Attacks: Spellwork, Witch’s Curse, Barrier, Aura Barrier, Mystic Bolt, Mana Bolt, Power Bolt, Reflect
Enhancements: Magical Affinity
Evolves: Sorceress (normal), Enchantress (Moon Stone), Elementalist (Angel Stone, Dark Stone, Diamond Stone, Fire Stone, Heavy Metal, Ice Crystal, Leaf Stone, Mana Crystal, Psi Crystal, Thunder Stone, Venom Stone or Water Stone), Tick-Tock (Dream Stone), Puppeteer (battle stress… with dolls?)
Evolves From: None
Witches are how almost every magic-user Pokégirl starts out. They can use only low level spells and Magic Techniques, but they are generally useful for those wanting to start out with magic Pokégirls. Witches are low in all-around power, but they are usually attuned to a particular sort of magic. They have little in the way of magical strength but can usually be counted on to have some minor tricks that make them useful in day-to-day affairs.
This is not to say that there are not risks in having a Witch Pokégirl.
Witches tend to be extreme in everything. Whether it’s being pissed, battling, or Taming, they go at it with gusto and THEN SOME, encouraging their Tamer and Harem sisters to do the same. Most Tamers tend to want a more mild-mannered girl, but the growing few able to cope, though, find witches to be very useful, their powers capable of defeating Pokégirls that most would consider to be out of their weight class. Because of their tendency to overcompensate in, well, everything, a proverb has arisen. It goes: “Only a Witch could want to kiss you and kill you at the same time.” This is most certainly true, as Witches sometimes find themselves frustrated with their Tamer’s inability to keep up with them.
Their Witch’s Curse attack causing completely and totally random things to happen, and not always for the Tamer’s benefit. Fortunately, the effects are low-level and amount to nothing more than light slapstick humor for the most part.
There are rumors, though, of a Witch who wears scarlet, a Witch whose powers are strong enough to change the world entirely. All Witches scorn this rumor, however discreet observations have noted that the vast majority of them, especially older Witches, are afraid of the color red…
As an interesting side note, a Witch’s Magical Affinity makes their skin much more sensitive, making them very ticklish and easily satisfied during Taming. It also makes them near useless in Sex Battles, but as they will state (very loudly, especially after being defeating by a Sex Attack), “That’s not the kind of battles we’re meant for, dammit! RRAGH!”
Also, never EVER accuse them of being Infernal. Doing so will get you a firecracker down the front of your pants. Most Witches have an almost instinctual hatred of Infernals, possibly stemming from a mystically-induced race memory of pre-Sukebe Salem. Frequently, when around an Infernal, they can be heard grumbling and occasionally muttering the words ‘insult’ and Salem.
Witches are a relatively common Threshold for the children of magic-type Pokégirls.
Side Note: Sometimes a Witch will be born with green skin. They usually have shorter tempers and meaner dispositions than their normal-colored comrades, and tend frequently to be found in Team Rocket-style groups, leading some to term them ‘Wicked Witches.’ They have a SEVERE skin allergy to water, as in being exposed to too much of it will result in severe rashes and painful boils growing on their skin. They can still drink it, however, as the allergy is just on their skin. Those affected describe the effect as feeling like they are melting. As such, ‘Wicked’ Witches quickly learn spells to keep themselves clean, as they don’t have any other means of bathing…
Arimen sighed once more... it was now or never. He pressed the button on the pokéball and the red beam that shot forth began to swirl about, taking the shape of a young woman. She took stock of the situation for a moment before turning to face him.
She had long silver hair with crimson and sapphire highlights that came to just under her butt. Arimen found her hair color mildly amusing, as the pokédex entry had said witches disliked the color red. Her eyes were soft and round, well placed on her face. Her left eye was green, her right, silver. Her skin was a little fairer than his own, but he imagined that was from spending more of her time indoors than out, and not from an inability to tan. He guessed she'd stand at just under five feet tall, which was little short compared to his nearly six feet, but it wasn't a huge difference. Her butt looked to be a handful, but it wasn't even close to as large as some of the other 'girls he had seen today. Her breasts a C cup, in comparison with what Arimen understood to be the breed “average”, were a little large, and her height only made them seem larger. She was wearing a small night sky colored leotard over her body... with a small see-through frill lining the skirt, leaving only her panties hiding her lower portion from view. Her legs were bare, and he could see a little of the muscle beneath the flesh, which he was happy about, it meant she had healthy legs. Her arms were also bare, but the muscle beneath them wasn't as toned as her legs.
As they looked at each other, neither making a sound, the silence stretched on... a minute, two minutes... it almost felt like an hour had passed before the thought of saying something even crossed his mind. He cleared his throat and smiled, “My name is Ariman De'Noir Croisce.”
She looked at him for a moment longer, almost as if taking stock of the man in front of her, she then nodded and returned the smile. “Nice to meet you.” Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, and her silver eye shut, something between a wink, and being deep in thought, “Are you my tamer?”
He shrugged, “That would depend on your perspective I guess.” He looked out the window for a moment before returning his attention to her, “I am not officially a licensed tamer yet, but if I pass these next three weeks then I will be, and you'll be my first 'girl.”
Her eyes shot open wide, “Three weeks! I can't go that long without a taming!”
He laughed, and couldn't help but wonder what her history was, she obviously didn't know much about the Orange Leagues requirements to obtain a tamers license. “Let me clarify...” He patted the bed next to him, a signal that she could take a seat if she wished, to which she promptly complied, “We are in the Orange League...” She nodded her knowledge of that statement, “and one of the requirements to become a tamer in the Orange League is to pass a rigorous nine week program before the license is issued. We are in the final three weeks of that program, and you've been assigned to me as my partner for the next three weeks, and should I succeed, then you'll be my first pokégirl as well.
She digested the information for a moment before nodding her understanding, “Then... taming?”
“Single tracked mind aren't ya?” He laughed again, poking just a little fun at her expense, “If you like, I will, if not, then I won't... as I'm not officially your tamer I have no legal say in the matter, and though I'm pretty sure if you asked most of the other guys around here they would tame you instead if you so preferred.”
She looked at him for a second, and then placed her hand in his, “I think you'll do just fine...” She leaned into him, and placed a kiss on his cheek.
He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist, gently lifting her onto his lap, “I'm glad you think so.” He placed a kiss on her lips, which she promptly returned with a passion, which reminded him of the pokédex's comment regarding the Witch breeds gusto, which in turn reminded him of their very sensitive skin, which placed a smirk on his lips, and an idea in his head.
She made an agreeing sound in her throat as she pressed further into the kiss, both of her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of a man so close to her. She hadn't ever been tamed by a man, other women and pokégirls yes, but never a real man.
He quickly pulled out of the kiss and stood from the bed, and before she could do so much as react he had thrown her towards the middle, and pounced on top of her, effectively pinning her beneath him. His hand easily found her hip and began to rub against her thigh.
She moaned beneath him, reaching her hand up and pulling him down into another kiss. One of her hands massaged the back of his neck, the other slid under his shirt and rubbed his back.
He sat up, and gently pulled her hands from his body, kissing each of them in turn, before removing his shirt, revealing his lightly toned, and well tanned, chest beneath. To which she grinned and made a soft purring noise in the back of her throat.
She sat up as well, and started to undo the corset portion of her leotard. Watching him carefully, as his eyes drifted from her hands to her body, admiring it, just as he had when she had first been called out of the pokéball. He looked into her eyes and smiled, and that was when she noticed that his eyes were two different colors as well. A silvery gray and green. Which she would later figure out that his eyes, unlike hers which were single colors, would change depending on his health/mood.
He slowly moved his hands over hers, and took over the removal of her corset, which he finished with a slight tug before throwing it in the corner with his own shirt.
She stood shakily on the bed, before pulling the sleeves off of her shoulder, and tugging the leotard down. Stepping out of it she kicked it off of the bed and knelled in front of him. Her face a fair tinge of red. Very little clothing left on her body.
Arimen lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, “You have nothing to be ashamed of...” and with those words placed another kiss on her lips, gently guiding her onto her back, his hands exploring her near naked body.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and her own hands were exploring his bare back, but he was ready to take this further. He ran his hand against her, her panties the only thing separating the two pieces of flesh.
She moaned at his continued touch, and tried to remove her underwear... but his other hand caught hers and raised it to his mouth, where he began to suckle on her knuckles, licking between the fingers. She sighed, and realizing he wouldn't let her do that yet settled for second best. Her free hand drifted up to her breasts, and started to tease herself, squeezing her breasts through the fabric. She voiced her pleasure at his touch and lifted her hips, pushing his hand a little deeper than he had intended. Which earned him another loud moan from the 'girl beneath him.
He released her hand and laid himself on top of her, his now free hand orienting her chin to his own, “You know...” He kissed her on the lips, “Before we go any further...” He kissed her neck, “I think you should at least tell me your name.”
She kissed his forehead, taking this lapse in his defenses to slide her hand down under her panties, a stronghold which she would not give up easily, “Pick one for me.” She tried returning his kisses, only to be stopped by him righting himself, sitting up beside her.
“You never had one? Or you didn't like the one you had?”
She sighed, sitting up as well... she didn't want to talk, she wanted him to take her body and make her feel good. “If your name was 'WC03' you'd want a different name too.”
He grimaced and then shrugged, “Yeah...” He crawled up next to her, “I guess I can see that...” He looked down at her panties, a large wet spot on them, and grinned devilishly, one of his hands sliding down her stomach to where her hand had been a moment before, “You should think about what you'd rather be called then...” He slide his other hand around to her back and undid the hook of her bra, letting it immediately fall away, and get tossed off of the bed with the rest of the clothing, “But don't rush on my account.”
She shared a grin with him, rubbing her hips against his hand, her face twisted with her effort to contain herself, “Oh... don't worry...” A soft moan escaped her lips as he slipped a finger inside of her, “I...” another moan, “Wasn't planning too...”
“Good...” He leaned into her, placing kisses wherever he could get his lips, slipping another finger inside of her, and holding her close with his other arm, “Because then I'd have to stop...” He slipped a third finger inside of her, and pushed them as deep as he thought he could without hurting her, “This...”
The groan of passion that released from her body at that one action made him smile, at least he knew now that she was REALLY enjoying this. “Muhhh!” A throaty growl escaped her as she wrapped her legs around his waist once more, feeling his erection against her thigh, even through his pants, “Don't be so cold!” She glared at him, pushing herself into his fingers, “Give. Me. MORE!!!”
“More huh?” He grinned as he pulled his fingers out of her warmth to her displeasure, which she was more than willing to vocalize... he hadn't realized she was as wet as she was until he lifted his hand out of her panties. His hand was soaked. He immediately stood up from the bed, pried himself from her legs, and then laid her on the edge, her legs dangling off. She opened her mouth to say something, but when he started tugging on her panties she shushed and helped him get them off of her.
He tossed the “dirty” laundry in the corner, and grinned at her, before dropping to his knees and placing his head between her legs, his tongue immediately going to where his fingers had been not that long before. The hand that was wet with her juices rubbed just above his tongue, occasionally slipping a finger in to aid his tongue in it's probing. The hand that was dry worked on her legs, occasionally drifting up to her stomach, running a few circles around her navel … sometimes, “slipping” into it, then returning to her legs...
He had her writhing beneath him, trying to hold it in as much as possible, “I... I can't... pl... please...” When he slid his hand back up to her stomach, and started tickling her, she exploded. Her scream pierced the room, and just for a split second, he hoped his roommate had heard that... he now had a way to get back at his instructor for all those nights she kept him awake with the sounds of her Harem and her having a good time.
Her orgasm covered his face with her bodily juices, and left him slightly stunned... the pokédex had said that Witch's had extremely sensitive skin... and that they loved being tickled... but he hadn't expected such a powerful reaction. He slid up next to her, licking his love covered hands and leaned in closer to her to kiss her cheek, ignoring the fact that his face was covered, just as his hand was.
After taking a few moments to recover she rolled over on top of him, and immediately started licking his face, paying extra attention to the area around his lips and inside of his mouth. She pulled away, licked her lips, and grinned... her breath still a little heavy.
“You ready...”
He hadn't even STARTED his question, and the biggest grin he had ever seen on someone's face adorned hers. “Ready for more? HELL YES!!!”
He couldn't help but roll his eyes... it didn't look like he was going to be getting any sleep tonight.
She slid off of the bed, and steadied herself for a moment before standing, and he couldn't help but think that she really did have a pretty body. Her nude form glistened with sweat and a large grin adorned her face as she turned towards him. She stuck her tongue out at him and winked again, before straddling him and tugging on his pants, which he was quick to oblige in assisting with their removal, and now the only piece of worn clothing in the room was his boxers, which she quickly tugged off, leaving both of them entirely in the nude, and her with a really good view of his manliness.
She licked her lips and knelt down in front of him, taking him in her hand. He hadn't realized just how soft her hands were until she did that... but other thoughts didn't remain long in his mind as she started to stroke him, her other hand resting on his hip, gently squeezing every now and again.
He made a groan of his own as he threw back his head and just enjoyed... that was until she started licking him... he quickly looked at her, only to see her licking the slit in his head, getting the taste of his pre-cum in her mouth, and then swirling her tongue around his head. She spared a glance up at him, and a smile. A smile which he couldn't help but return.
She took more of him into her mouth, her tongue now running up and down his length, both of her hands now free as she went on auto-pilot, bobbing her head up and down on top of him.
“You...” He sat up, careful not to interrupt her, “My naughty little Witch...” He ran one hand through her hair, the other resting on her shoulder, massaging it lightly as she continued her work unabated, “Are a delight.”
She made an agreeing sound in her throat, which, had he not utilized every ounce of his willpower, probably would have made him cum. She apparently sensed this, and started utilizing it, making much more than just agreeing sounds in the back of her throat, which was just too much for him to bare... and he released himself inside of her. Her eyes jumped wide in shock as he spilled out into her mouth. She started swallowing his seed as soon as some started spilling out from between her lips. After she was sure he had given her everything that was in there she sucked a few more times... just to make sure. She pulled backwards just a little and landed on her butt, and sighed, “You...” She wiped the cum that had spilled out of her mouth up with a finger and looked at it for a moment, “Taste...” She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked on it for a little bit, making it as dramatic as she could, even smacking her lips when she pulled the finger out, smiling and winking at him again, “Really. Good.”
He grinned, and slid over to her, lifting her to her feet, his muscle hard again. “Well that's good...” He walked her over to the bed, and laid down next to her, “Because now it's time to feed your other lips.” The shudder that passed through her body and the moan that escaped her mouth at those words made him grin.
She rolled over on top of him, her legs to either side of his waist, her nude body poised above his own, the biggest smile he had ever seen decorating her face... but only for a moment before it faded... a look of worry replacing it... “I...” She looked away, avoiding eye contact, “I'm...”
He flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, and silenced her with a kiss... “It doesn't matter...” He kissed her again, hoping that she could feel the love that he was trying to radiate, “I'll love you anyway.”
She returned the kiss with an equal fervor, “Still...” She wrapped her legs around his waist and sighed, “I think you should know... I'm a virgin.”
He kissed her for as long as he thought he could hold his breathe, “We all are at one point in time dove.” And with another kiss, he pushed his head past her lips, receiving a moan from her body.
He slowly pushed himself deeper into her body, waiting for the natural wall that he knew would be coming up. Careful not to go too fast, or to push too hard. He didn't want to mess up, not on their first time. Especially not on her first time. She moaned lightly as he continued to press into her until he felt it. He prodded it a few times with his head before nibbling on her ear. He would go no further until she was ready. Ever.
When he stopped, she wondered why... but after a moment she realized that he was doing the “gentlemanly” thing and giving her the choice of backing out now, or going on. Either way, regardless of what it is he wanted... the choice was hers to make. She rolled them over, resting on top of him for a moment before pulling back, his cock sliding out much more easily than it had gone in, despite all of her natural juices creating a very slick lubricant.
Just when she had nearly pulled entirely off of him, she dropped herself back down. A few seconds passed before she felt it... it felt like a thousand needles had been stabbed into her gut... just below the stomach. Her muscles all contracted out of reflex, and a few whimpers escaped from her lips.
Several more moments passed before the pain started to fade. She leaned over and laid herself on top of him, and running a hand along his stomach, up and down his chest, she sighed a silent “thank you...” before closing her eyes and listening to his heartbeat.
At least that's what she was doing until she felt him grab her ass cheeks with his hands and start moving her up and down on his cock, which was, after a few lifts and drops, met with a hip thrust every now and again.
She lifted herself up onto her arms and grinned as she started taking over, she rolled her hips back and forth as she lifted herself up and nearly off of his cock before dropping herself back onto it, almost like a circle. Back and up, forward and down, back and up, forward and down. As she began to pick up the pace, he started meeting her hip thrusts with some of his own, which was driving her mad... but what finally drove her over the edge, was when he started rubbing her nipples and massaging her stomach.
He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold out, so pulling on everything he knew, he started to match her, hip thrust for hip thrust, and utilized her extra sensitive skin, teasing her nipples and stomach in an attempt to get her to cum before he himself was unable to continue. He groaned as his seed spilled into her body, and that was apparently enough to finish her as she came herself, her orgasm piercing the air.
She collapsed on top of him, spent, and he couldn't blame her... so was he. Slowly pulling himself out of her, to her displeasure, which she voiced with a grunt, he ran a hand through her hair, which had gotten all tangled with all of their rolling and turning. He kissed her on the forehead and whispered good night.
The only reply he received was a soft and adorable, “Witch...”
Chapter End
Notes:
Year 300 A.S.
A young tamer-to-be find himself at the start of a hectic day... and by the end of the day... he wonders how he'll survive the next three weeks...