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Chapter 12
<00:00, Streets of Plymouth>
“What the HELL do you mean someone got a hold of my information??” Andrew screamed into the com.
“I’m telling you, someone got a hold of my sealed files on you, and is now trying to grab you.” Braxton replied. “From what I can gather, they were hoping to roll you up in your sleep.”
“Yea, fat chance of that now.” Andrew snorted. “Thanks to Claire and your warning I’m hotfooting it the fuck out of Plymouth.” He waved at Claire, who was running slightly behind him. “I’m going straight out the front gate, or over the wall, if I have to.”
“That is a terrible idea, Andrew. Hole up somewhere and wait for whoever is coming to leave. My boss and I want you to be able to live as normal a life as you can.” Braxton’s voice sounded tired. “Kerrik showed Blue just how little an author can really be trained. I have no plans on re-testing that.”
“Yea, well, you’re doing a fucking amazing job of that. All I wanted was to have a nice stay in Plymouth, then try and make my way to London to find out if-“
“Yes, there is a Witch at the London Ranch.”
Andrew skidded to a halt and stared at the com. “How in hell did you know that I wanted one?”
He could hear Braxton laughing. “Just a hunch. And Andrew, be careful. If something happens, I wouldn’t be able to do anything for at least a few days. I won’t be able to help you at all if someone else in the PLC got to you.”
Andrew shook his head and started jogging. “Thank you for the warning. Out.” He ended the call and clipped the com back onto his belt. “How did you know that, Braxton? Jesus, man.” He glared at Claire.
She shook her head wildly. “I had no idea you were planning that, either.”
He shrugged and continued jogging until they made it to the front gate. “Alright. Apart from the cannons, the gate should be mostly unguarded.” He glanced apprehensively at the massive auto cannons. “I really hope they don’t shoot at us.” He whirled and stared at Claire. “Summon your wings.”
She blinked. “What?”
He grit his teeth. “I said summon your wings. If you look like a bug type, the cannons will most likely start firing because some sleep-deprived idiot is manning the controls.” He pointed at the closed gate. “I would much rather test that theory inside than out there.”
Claire nodded and her wings appeared. “Should I fly?”
Andrew shook his head. “Just walk with me towards the gate.”
They were almost there when Andrew heard a piercing scream emanate from the cannon’s tower. “OH MY GOD THEY’RE HERE OH GOD OH GOD OH GO-“ he heard, along with what must have been a slap to the screaming man’s face. “Sir, shut up.” Could be heard from a second voice. Andrew shook his head.
“And that’s why I had you do that, Claire. Unsummon them and let’s go. I don’t know when Braxton’s scary police patrol is going to show up.” He explained and yanked the gate’s inset door open.
Standing there was an OfficerJenny and what was probably her partner.
“Shit.” Andrew muttered.
<01:30, Plymouth Police Station>
“Do you, or do you not, own a Slicer?” The officer was glaring at him now.
“I have told you that I did own a Slicer, but I do not anymore.” Andrew explained again. As soon as he had seen who was outside, he had immediately sent Claire what he prayed had been a feeling for her to hide. He hadn’t seen her while getting marched back to the Police Station, so he hoped she had gotten the message and was laying low. “I have answered that same question at least three times now. What am I being charged with?”
The man scowled at him. “You were attempting to leave this city in the middle of the night. What criminal organization do you belong to?”
Andrew stared at him. “If being outside of a town at night is a crime, then I hope you can afford to lock up every single Tamer on this godforsaken planet.” He shook his head. “I don’t have to answer any of these questions, anyways. I haven’t been formally charged with anything since I was brought here, and you are wasting my valuable time. I am trying to get to London to attempt and buy the Witch that the ranch has. I set out so late because I had a prior engagement with some residents of this town that ran late. After I had fulfilled my business, I decided to leave.” He looked at the officer again. “Actually, Officer, I have not been charged, I have not been introduced, and I have not been given any sort of right to a phone call or a lawyer. So right now, I really feel like leaving.”
The officer stared at him. “Jack. It’s Jack. Officer Jack to someone like you, terrorist.”
Andrew resisted the urge to scream at him. “So I am being charged with being a part of a criminal organization? What is the proof, or evidence, or ANYTHING against me?”
Jack grinned. “One of our trucks was sabotaged a few hours ago. Damage was consistent with a Pokégirl’s strength, but the cuts were made by a sword. Our tracers gave us a probable id of a Slicer. That is the proof and evidence.”
Andrew slammed his fist onto the table. “AND I DON’T EVEN FUCKING HAVE A SLICER!” He took a deep breath. “Furthermore, I was in this town for the past 36 hours. I have not left.”
Jack shook his head. “You have no alibi. At the moment we are detaining you as a suspected terrorist. You are required to forfeit all possessions-“ He stopped. “Why are you smiling?”
Andrew was laughing. “I have no alibi?”
Jack nodded. “There is nothing here to tie you to this town-“ He stared at Andrew again. “What is wrong with you?”
Andrew couldn’t speak, he was too busy laughing. All he could do was point over Jack’s shoulder. Jack whirled around. “What is going on in here?”
Andrew sat up. “Officer Jack here is detaining me with no probable cause and under false charges.” He started laughing again. “Officer May, would you be so kind as to produce an alibi for me for the past 36 hours?”
Jack’s face turned red. “What is the meaning of this? Who are you?” He said to May.
She stared at him. “Police Chief of this town. Who are you?”
Jack’s face turned white. “I am the leader of a convoy that was on its way to London before it was attacked. Damage was cause by a Slicer, and we caught this Tamer leaving the town around midnight.” His face slowly started to color again. “He cannot produce an alibi and I am arresting him.”
Andrew raised his hand. “Uh, I believe what Officer Jack is trying to say is that he attempted to arrest me inside the town, at the gate, and that he has refused to provide me with a chance to produce an alibi.”
May narrowed her eyes. “I can easily produce an alibi for this man, Officer. And if you attempted to arrest him inside my town, I can tell you that I am not pleased by that.” She stopped him before he could speak. “In this town I am the ranking Officer. You have no power here.” She smiled at him. “If you would like his alibi, I can retrieve it for you.” She eyed him. “Let me tell you, sir, that refusing will put you in jail.”
Jack scowled at Andrew. “If he can produce an alibi for the 3 hours before midnight, I will be forced to let him go.”
Andrew’s grin grew wider. “But I just did.”
May glared at him. “What he means, sir, is that I am this man’s alibi.” Jack whirled around to stare at her again. “From approximately 9PM to 12PM this man was taming my sister and I.” She glanced at Andrew. “And I know for a fact that he was in the Pokécenter from 4PM until the time that he left and came to my house.”
Braxton’s gaze blanked. “Is this your sworn statement?”
May placed her hand on an imaginary bible and raised the other in the air. “I, as Police Chief of Plymouth, swear that the alibi concerning Andrew Ranger is truthful and recounted to the best of my knowledge.” She rolled her eyes and looked meaningfully at Jack.
He swore. “In that case you are free to go. I’ve got to get going, too.” He stared at Andrew. “You said you wanted to go to London?” Andrew nodded carefully. “Then I can give you a ride, if you’re willing to pay. I’m only here to find the terrorist my boss wanted me to. You have an alibi, and don’t even own the Slicer that took out our truck.”
Andrew bit his lip. “How much would it cost?”
Jack shrugged. “10,000 SLC? I need to fix the damage, or I would offer you a ride for free. I’m not really a bad person.” He added sheepishly.
Andrew thought for a few seconds before shrugging. “Why not? I’ve got ferals to sell anyways. I’ll make it back in London.”
Jack gave him a relaxed smile. “We’ll leave at 8AM. I won’t wait for you, though.” He said, standing. Andrew did, too, and shook his hand.
“I’m just glad we could get this resolved without me having to spend any time in jail. I really don’t like being at someone else’s mercy.” He looked Jack in the eye. “If anyone tries to arrest me on the trip, I will defend myself.”
Andrew winced but nodded. “You would probably be within your rights. See you at 8.” He said and walked out of the station.
Andrew released the breath he had been holding and turned to May. “Thank you for showing up when you did.”
She smiled. “I couldn’t let such an extraordinary man such as yourself get arrested and throw in jail, could I?” She smirked. “Now then, will you please come back to bed?”
Andrew chuckled.
<07:55, Outside Plymouth>
“…”
Grace looked at Andrew. His face had gone completely white and she would have sworn he was shaking. “Uh, Master, are you alright?”
Andrew continued staring at the vehicle in front of him. “No. This can not be happening.”
Grace surveyed the truck distastefully. “I’m pretty sure that it will run. What’s the problem with it?” ‘It’ was a tan pickup truck with what looked like a modified roll cage in the back.
Andrew pointed at the doors. “Tell me why those are bulging outwards, and I’ll tell you what is wrong with that truck.”
Grace blinked, but began guessing. “The metal is warped. The door is too big for the frame. Something inside pushed really hard. Something outside pulled really hard.” She glanced at Andrew and saw him shaking his head. “Is it intentional?” He nodded. “Is it armor?” He nodded. She stared at him. “You really meant it, didn’t you?” He nodded again. “Are we going to walk?” He shook his head and sighed.
“As long as they don’t expect me to be in that cage, I’ll be fine.” He sighed again. “Let’s get going. I don’t want Jack getting antsy and deciding that researching me is what he should do to pass the time.” After May had gotten him released, Andrew had gone back to her house. Thankfully, an (understandably) frightened Claire had been there waiting for him. What he had decided was that Grace was going to be his bodyguard for the trip. Claire would stay within her pokéball so that none of the police officers could remember that Slicers evolve into Valkyries and that they were looking for someone with a Slicer. What would follow from there would undoubtedly be bloody, and not something that he thought he would probably win. So instead, he was going to sit and pray that the trip was uneventful.
“ANDREW! Let’s GO!” He heard Jack yell. Andrew shuddered.
“I need to be at that ranch. Soon. Trucks are nice. Armor protects you. I need this convoy. I need this convoy…” Andrew whispered to himself as he inched his way towards the passenger seat of the rear truck.
<14:00, Outside London>
Andrew stood and watched the trucks drive off into the city. With any luck he would never see them again. He waited until they were all out of site before breathing a sigh of relief and releasing Claire. She materialized and scanned the area before focusing on him. “Where’s Grace, and where are we?” She asked.
Andrew showed her a pokéball. “Grace is resting. It was a two-day journey, and she was told to be the gunner of one of the trucks.” He shrugged. “She almost ran out of ammo. We were busy.”
Claire hugged him. “I feel a lot better now that I’m here.” She glared at him when he started laughing. “I mean here, with you, instead of in that stupid ball.” He kept laughing. She sighed. “So where are we going next?”
Andrew pointed in the general direction of the city. “The Ranch is somewhere to the left of us. I’m hoping to find a road and follow it.” He glanced at the sky. “Also, I was thinking of going into the city afterwards. I’m hungry.” He looked back down at Claire. “Mind taking overwatch? You might be able to see something I can’t, as well.”
She nodded and skipped into the air as he started walking in what he thought was probably a North-Eastern direction. It took a few minutes, but he finally saw what seemed to be a band of differing color in front of him. He made to wave at Claire before he stopped. “Claire, is that a road in front of me?”
She continued circling over his head. He shrugged before waving his arm, causing her to come gliding down, skidding to a halt in front of him. “Yes?”
Andrew nodded at what he could see. “Is that a road? Also, did you hear anything a moment ago?”
Claire nodded. “It’s a road that seems to be connected to the city. And no, I didn’t. Why?”
“I tried to see if we had a telepathic Delta Bond or if we had nothing. We apparently have nothing, but I’m almost certain we have a Bond started.” He grinned. “I’ve heard that the best way to form a Delta Bond is through lots of taming.” He winked at her. “Think you could help me with that tomorrow?”
Claire laughed before pouting slightly. “Why not today?”
Andrew spread his arms in front of him. “Because I’m on my way to meet someone new. I’m pretty sure that I should get to know them when I first meet them, right?”
Claire rolled her eyes. “Just say you’re adding to the harem and you would rather fuck her than fuck me if that’s what you mean.” She said before stalking off in a huff.
“Claire, come on! Hey! Wait up!” Andrew called after her. “What is up with you?” He yelled as he jogged to catch up. “Yes, we’re on our way to a Ranch so I can hopefully pick up another pokégirl. But I’m doing it for only one real reason and under two major stipulations; I’m doing it to balance the harem, and I’ll only take her, if she is there, if she says yes and if you say yes! I still need your input as the Alpha, since I talked with Grace during the trip and she said-“
Claire whirled around. “Oh I see. You talk with GRACE when you need something approved, you have GRACE around and probably tamed her during the trip, and NOW, we’re going to a ranch and you won’t even talk to ME or tame ME until the last second, is that it? Until you absolutely have to, huh?”
Andrew stared at her. “I couldn’t have you with me during the trip because, in case you had forgotten, we were travelling with a police squad that was LOOKING for me! They were looking for tamers with a Slicer, and they would have probably remembered that Slicers evolve into Valkyries if they had one flying in their faces!” He took a deep breath. “If you feel like I haven’t been spending time with you lately, then yes. That is completely true. However, I haven’t had the chance. Also, in the future, I hope to be able to have a full harem. Maybe even more. That means even less time with me. However,” he added, a thoughtful look on his face, “The Alpha usually arranges the taming schedules… Although, if the current Alpha doesn’t want to do her job, I could always find someone else willing to do the work-“ He stopped. “Claire, you do know that we are about to go into a public place, right? Uh, unless you feel the need to do that, then go ahead.”
She looked up from where she was unwinding the tape around her breasts. “Oh, I just wanted to remind you of the major reason that I am the Alpha.” She explained as the last wrap fell off. “And I feel like I really need to do this. Yes.” She took a deep breath, and her chest pushed forward. “You liiiiike me.” She grinned as Andrew’s eyes flicked to her breasts.
Andrew shook his head violently. “Ok, fine. I’ll tame you soon. And you’re still the Alpha. But I really, really want to get to that ranch, ok?” He glanced back at her before looking away quickly. “Please?”
Claire laughed and skipped back into the air. Andrew slowly massaged his eyes before resuming his walk towards the road in the distance. She was seriously not acting like a Valkyrie. What the hell had he done to her?
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Andrew stared at the sprawling complex in front of him. “You know, I always envisioned fences and never really imagined what would be in the pastures. This makes a lot more sense.” He said as he surveyed the Ranch. “One big inter-connected building. Sleeping quarters, eating quarters, rec rooms, of course. I am an idiot.”
Claire shrugged. “Well, obviously.” She laughed at the look on his face. “Come on. I’m a little hungry, too. Let’s get this over with, already.”
Andrew shrugged and walked towards the part of the building that connected to the road. He heard a clinking sound behind him, and turned to see Claire playing with a rapier. “Geez, Claire. We’re not going in there to battle someone.” She rolled her eyes.
“I will protect you. This will help me. Let’s go already.” She murmured.
Andrew sighed and pushed open the door. Scanning the room, he made his way past the seats and walked up to the desk. “Hello. Who am I to speak to in order to inquire about claiming an Uncommon Pokégirl using my claim voucher?” He asked, turning a smile back towards whomever was sitting there.
Claire started laughing. “Huh?” The Bunnygirl stared at him. “You want a whatsit?”
Andrew facepalmed. “Can I speak with your master, please?”
She brightened. “Of course! He’ll be here shortly.” She grinned. “That little button makes it work.” She explained, happily (and repeatedly) jabbing a red button on her desk.
Andrew gave a weary smile. “That’s very… awesome.” He winced and slowly walked to a chair.
“SUE! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU ONLY NEED TO HIT THE BUTTON ONCE!” Andrew heard from the door next to the Bunnygirl. “SEND WHOMEVER IT IS BACK HERE!”
Sue nodded emphatically. “Hey! Mr Tamer person!” She called to Andrew, who had just plopped down onto his chair. He rolled his eyes and got back up. “Henry is ready for you, just go through that door over there!” She pointed at the door from which Andrew heard the man yelling.
He gave a forced smile. “Thanks, Sue. Have a good day.” He quickly yanked open the door and stepped into the hallway behind it, Claire slipping in after him and closing the door. Surveying the area, he noticed an arm waving at him from an open doorway on his left. “Hello? Henry, right?”
A head popped out and grinned at him. “Yup. Usually I let Tamers stew for a few minutes, but you seem like a guy who actually knows what he’s doing.” He laughed at the look on Andrew’s face. “Relax. It’s only for maybe 5, 10 minutes tops.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “And how did you decide I knew what I was doing? I doubt that your Bunnygirl could have sent you a message. Although, her insistent button pushing might have had something to do with it.”
The man shook his head. “Step in here and I’ll show you.” He said, ducking back into the room he was occupying. Andrew followed and immediately understood. “See, there are cameras in the lobby, and you walked in with a pretty impressive looking Pokégirl, here, and you looked around the place, here, and the only part that made me wonder was when you asked Sue what you did with so many complicated and long words.” He smirked. “She has a mike on the desk that’s connected to this room. Also, her button is only connected to a little light here.” He pointed to an LED in between the screens. “She is just the front, I’m the real receptionist. She keeps people busy when I can’t.”
Andrew nodded. “Not bad. So, can we talk business, or are you busy?”
Henry shook his head vigorously and jumped up from the chair he was in. “Nope, not busy at all. What are you looking for? I heard you wanted an Uncommon; I can get you a list of ones we have here. I can also give you a quick tour, show you the ‘girls that are up for sale at the moment.”
Andrew shook his head. “Specifically I was hoping you had a Witch. In addition, I have ferals to sell. What would you like to take care of first?”
Henry started walking down the hallway. “Let’s get your Witch out of the way first, since I’m almost certain that will be a much easier prospect. We have one, it’s just that she’s… Well, she was put in the starter program but the Tamer she was given to deemed her unacceptable. He tried to exchange her, finally selling her back to me. I can see what he meant, though. She seems to be mute, and all she does is stare at things and sometimes she will interact with them, but she doesn’t really do much.” He stopped at a door labeled ‘Living Quarters U’. “If you will give me just a moment, I’ll go find her.” He said, and ducked inside. Andrew heard discussion, probably between Henry and whoever was the caretaker. He scowled.
“Of course she would go in there, under those circumstances.” He muttered. Claire looked at him.
“She would go where, Master?” She asked curiously.
He nodded at the writing. “Living Quarters U. U for Unacceptable, probably. Every other door marked ‘Living Quarters’ that I saw was numbered, not lettered.”
Claire looked away. “Thank you for telling me that. I did not know.”
Andrew looked at her curiously. “It was just a guess. You can read, right?” She nodded. “All I did was draw a logical conclusion from what I knew… Are you ok?”
Claire nodded and angrily brushed the tear away from her eye. “I’m fine.”
Andrew cautiously hugged her. “If I brought up any painful memories I’m sorry. Do you want me to speak more carefully in the future?”
Claire shook her head. “You couldn’t have known. Henry’s coming back.” She whispered as the door opened again. Andrew straightened up in time for Henry to poke his head into the hallway.
“If you would follow me, you can meet her. But like I said, don’t expect much.” He motioned them into the room.
Andrew followed and looked around. It seemed like a waiting room, a desk near the door he was in, tables and chairs set up in a carpeted area. One girl in a hoodie sat staring at a table. Andrew glanced at Henry. “Does she know English?”
Henry nodded. “We gave her a Language T2 to be sure. She just doesn’t do anything.”
Andrew nodded and walked over to the girl. “Do you mind if I sit down?” He asked quietly. She started tapping the tabletop slowly. He carefully sat down next to her. “My name is Andrew. Do you have a name?” Her tapping stuttered twice before resuming. “Will you share it with me?” One stutter. “Ok.” He watched her for a few moments before pulling out a pocketknife. He started tapping it against the table at the same rhythm she was. Suddenly he stopped and looked at her. She had stopped tapping and was watching his knife quietly. “Would you like to see it?” He asked. She nodded. He handed to her and watched as she stroked the handle. “I’ll be right back, ok?” She nodded again. Andrew stood up and walked to where Claire and Henry were watching him. “Henry, can I have five more minutes with her?”
Henry nodded. “She’s interacting with you more than she has with everyone else combined. Take your time.”
Andrew smiled and turned to Claire. “Claire, katana, please.”
Henry put up his hand. “Wait a minute. No weapons in here.”
Andrew glared at him. “Any Pokégirl is more dangerous than a simple sword. And in case you hadn’t noticed, I already had a pocketknife. I just want to see how she reacts to a katana. If she reacts the way I think she will, then I’ll take her. If not, then I’m not sure. But I would like to be sure, please.”
Henry sighed. “Fine. Do whatever you would like.”
Andrew smiled as Claire handed him a katana. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.” He walked back over to the girl at the table. “What do you think of this?” He asked, and placed the sword gently on the table. She immediately dropped the knife and stroked the blade of the katana. He grinned. “I saw you admiring the handle of my knife.” He explained and chuckled as she looked at his face, startled. “If you would like, you could come with me.” She blinked. “Um, I apologize for my terrible grammar and pronunciation in advance, but… Issho ni shimasu ka?” He mumbled. Her face immediately lit up and she hugged him. He laughed. “I just exhausted my knowledge of your language, so I’m sorry for that. But I take it that your answer is yes?” She nodded vigorously. He grinned and looked over at Henry. “Do you have to Pokéball her?”
Henry shrugged. “I usually do, but she seems like she’s rather possessive of you. I can look the other way this time.” He smiled and pointed back the way they had come. “Let’s head back to my office and we can do the paperwork.”
Andrew nodded and followed him out the door, Claire desummoning the katana off the table. “How do you handle feral sales?” He asked as they made their way back to the front.
Henry looked back at him as he began rummaging in his desk. “Standard league rates, standard point system applies. Also, if you sign a contract to only sell to us, I can give you an extra percent of sales. In addition to all that, since you helped me with the Witch, I would be willing to help you set up a transporter account so you wouldn’t have to come by in person whenever you needed to sell pokégirls. Usually you would have to pay a flat upfront fee to set one up, in addition to a small percent of all sales you send us via transporter. However, I can waive the upfront fee, and I’ll even half the tax so that you still would get more money on sales if you agreed to sell solely to us. Agreeing to sell solely to us would not affect your right to sell on third party sites such as Pokébay, just your rights to sell to any other ranch. So, is all of that acceptable?” He checked another form. “Oh, and if you sell us a certain number of ‘girls per month, I think it’s five or ten, we’ll give you an extra 5-10%. I’m not 100% sure on that, though.”
Andrew shrugged. “That all seems more than reasonable. If I agree to an exclusive contract with you, can I still sell to Ranches in other leagues?”
Henry nodded. “I’m pretty sure you can, if you find yourself there and need to offload some pokégirls.”
Andrew put his hand out. “Where do I sign?”
<18:00, Café Solosis>
Andrew watched as his new Witch ate. She seemed to be eating more than her 5’5” frame would have suggested – She was almost finished with the same size meal that he had just put away. “So, are you willing to share your name with me now?”
She glanced at him and shook her head. He sighed. The only sound he had gotten out of her was a quick ‘Eep’ of surprise when he had pokéballed her so it would register to his name. After that, nothing.
“Are you going to say nothing at all times that you’re with me?” He asked. She hesitated, but shook her head no. “Alright. Once you’re finished, let’s see about getting a room for the night, and I’ll introduce you formally to the harem.” He glanced around before waving their waitress down. “If you would like, I would like to bond with you tonight.” He added.
She blushed a deep red before burying her face in his coat. He chuckled.
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“This is Claire, a Valkyrie, and Grace, a Mini-Top.” Andrew said, pointing each girl out in turn. “Claire, Grace, this a Witch who is going to be joining us.” He glared at her. “And who doesn’t want to tell me her name. If you don’t tell me by the time I tame you, I’ll just name you. Is that ok?” She nodded. “Can I call you something now, even if you choose to tell me your name later?” She nodded again and he smiled. “Ok. How about Lyn?” She nodded again.
Claire smiled and waved at Lyn. “Hi Lyn. You’ve already seen me, back at the Ranch.” Lyn nodded again.
Grace rolled her eyes, regarding the shorter pokégirl. “Hi Lyn.”
Andrew nodded. “Alright. Claire, Lyn and I are going to use the bedroom. You can use my Pokédex to check our funds and anything else you might want to do, as well as hopefully draw up a fair taming schedule.” He glowered at her. “Emphasis on ‘fair’. And Grace, are you literate?”
Grace looked at the floor sheepishly. “A little, but not really.”
Andrew nodded. “Ok. Lyn, are you?” She shrugged. “Alright, in that case, Claire, draw up a schedule when we can all learn to read and write.” He grinned. “It’s actually a lot of fun.”
Grace shrugged. “Whatever.” Lyn just nodded.
Andrew clapped his hands. “Alright, Lyn and I are going to have some time together, now.” He smiled and poked at her. “We can just sit around if you want, ok?” She nodded and allowed herself to be pulled into the bedroom. Andrew closed the door and Claire sat down with the pokédex. Grace sighed and flopped down near the bedroom door. Claire raised her eyebrow.
“Maybe I want to hear.” Grace said, and stuck her tongue out at Claire. Claire just shook her head and went back to work.
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Andrew gently closed the door before turning towards Lyn. “Alright, what would you like-“ He stopped and stared at her. She gazed back neutrally, all clothing gone from her body. “Um, are you sure?” Lyn shrugged and hopped onto the bed. “Lyn, you barely know me, and you haven’t talked to me once. Don’t you want to at least talk? Or, well, have me talk.” He asked sadly.
Lyn blinked and looked into his eyes. He held her gaze. She winced and turned away while he continued to look at her head. “Please. If you actually don’t want me, just let me know and I’ll find someone who does.”
She whirled around with a panicked expression and dove for him, holding on tightly as she began to sob. “n... no” she whispered, barely audible to Andrew’s ears. Her sobs grew in volume as he gently patted her back.
After a few minutes, Andrew sighed and gently peeled her off of him. “Could you please put something on? My body wants to tame you and I don’t know if you want that.” He murmured. She looked down at his crotch and gave a hoarse laugh at the sight of the twitching bulge. He chuckled. “Please?”
She shook her head and crawled back onto the bed. Andrew raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?” She nodded. He shrugged and stretched. “If you’re sure.” He got his shirt off and was taking his pants off when he felt Lyn gently pulling him towards the bed. Grinning, he let himself fall towards her, earning a squeak as his body impacted off of hers. He struggled out of his pants and flopped over to stare at her. He winked. “Gravity is a fun little law. Be careful who you lay under.” He chided. She stuck her tongue out at him.
Her eyes widened as he lightly stroked her arm but she shuddered and pulled away from him as he moved his hand towards her groin. He looked at her. “Too much?”
She shook her head and grabbed her legs, pulling them open. Andrew blinked in shock as her neutral stare returned. “tame” she murmured. He eyed her apprehensively before returning his gaze to her face.
“Lyn, I don’t know what you have experienced before, but to me, sex is a bond. It’s not something that you do callously with anyone.” He motioned at her still spread legs. “And, while what you are doing is turning me on, and is something that I would be willing to do with you, right now you aren’t doing it because you want to.” He sighed. “You’re doing it to be done, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do things that way.” He grimaced. “While you are with me, I will not force you to do anything. I will make suggestions, I will attempt to guide you down a path that I want, but I will never force you into anything you don’t want.” He gently pulled her legs back down. “Please.”
She stared at him for a few second before the tears returned in earnest; wailing, she dove on him again. Holding her tight, Andrew rocked back and forth, attempting to comfort her. And didn’t protest when Lyn, still firmly attached, lifted her hips and pierced herself on his penis with a hiccupping sob. Continuing to rock, he let her control him, allowing her a freedom that he doubted she had ever truly enjoyed. He smiled sadly and closed his eyes, listening to her sobs. After a time, he heard her give a muffled cry, her motions slowing. He only opened his eyes after Lyn’s motions had ceased. Slowly coming to a halt, he lifted her off of him and tucked her into the bed as best he could, snuggling in beside her. He sighed heavily and, wrapping his arms around her, drifted off to sleep.
Andrew Ranger
Age: 27
Licenses:
Tamer: Y
Master Tamer: N
Researcher: N
Watcher: N
Breeder: N
Active Harem:
Hauteclere – Valkyrie, Level 19 (Alpha)
Grace – Mini-Top, Level 24
Lyn – Witch, Level 10