Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 9

Both pokemon reared back and let loose a torrent of fire from their mouths. The temperature ratcheted up in the large space very quickly as both jets collided in the center and fanned outward in comically unrealistic fashion. I threw up an arm as feeble protection against the heat and light.

From what I could tell, the two pokemon were fairly evenly matched. Jive was probably a little bit weaker than his opponent, however that didn't matter when type advantage and syncronicity all aligned. As the flames died down, I knew the next attack would settle these two once and for all.

"Jive/Garchomp, Dragon Rush!" We shouted simultaniously.

As one, the rocket-like protrusions on either side of their heads sprang to life. Energy flared behind them like jets. Each reared back a clawed fin while the jets added speed to the attacks. Seconds ticked by as the two dragons raced towards each other. Claws whipped forward and both pokemon broke from their mad dash to collapse and roll across the floor.

Cynthia and I watched and waited. Both combatants were heavily damaged. It only remained to see if either, or both, could pull themselves back to their feet. I wasn't surprised when the champion's dragon dragged itself heavily to one knee. Cynthia's grin practically split her face when it was clear Jive wasn't as fortunate. I collected him back into his pokeball.

"I won't let this end yet! This match is too fun to let it end this easily! Do you have anything else you can send against me?"

It had been a while since last we had battled each other. She didn't know my roster, but she should have at least been able to count the number I'd used against her and known I had one more in the wings. It had been a hard battle, however, so it was easy to understand how she might have slipped in her counting.

My hand came up; my last pokeball lightly perched atop my fingers. Her smile faltered slightly but refused to vanish. No matter who won, it had been well fought. I gripped the ball more tightly and pointed at the center of the field.

"Hel. It's time to wrap this thing up."

Despite the fact that Vikings were mentioned in the first movie, Norse mythology seemed to be completely nonexistent in this world. Or maybe it was just that I was too far away from Norway (or Minnesota as pointed out in the same movie). That certainly explained why Cynthia didn't react at the mention of my pokemon's name. If she didn't understand before the red energy cleared, she certainly did a moment later. Her jaw dropped open in horror and she visibly paled.

I'd held Hel back because she had numerous weaknesses. Near as I could tell, the grass-ice type Abomasnow had the most type disadvantages in the game. That didn't matter to me. I'd caught her fair and square and helped someone out of a jam doing it. That it also meant I had the single most effective weapon against dragon types in reserve throughout the battle only added to my fortune.

Cynthia shook her head and looked over at her battered Garchomp. Almostany attack would probably do to take him down, but a single ice type move, super effective against both dragons and ground types, would make it a painful certainty. She only had one choice, and it relied on her Garchomp being faster on the attack than Hel.

He wasn't. Hel's Ice Beam shot out with little warning, at my command, while Flamethrower had to build up slightly. By the time Garchomp reared back to spit out the fire, it continued its momentum backwards as Ice Beam tossed the dragon aside like a rag doll.

With a heavy sigh, but a much lighter expression, Cynthia recalled her final pokemon. "Just a few moments ago, you were the most powerful challenger. And just now, you became the most powerful of all the Trainers. You are now our newest Champion!"

Even in defeat, Cynthia remained poised and confident. The twinkle in her eyes said that she appreciated defeat almost as much as she would have victory. Between us, the challenge meant all. It didn't matter if we won or lost, just that we got to push ourselves to the limits and have fun while doing so.

"Before we get to yourrewards, there is one last thing we must do." I couldn't help but be excited by the seductive way she said 'rewards' but I remembered from the other games that there was one last step before the credits rolled, so to speak. "As the new champion, you and your companions shall be recorded in the Hall of Fame."

Dutifully, I followed her out the small door at the back of the room. The next room was mostly taken up by a large computer. On the front sat pockmarks designed to hold pokemon in their balls. Cynthia held out a hand towards me and I obediently handed over all six of my companions.

I couldn't help but tense as she put the balls into the machine. If I was going to be sent back, this was likely it. I had defeated the game and the last scene was about to end. As the computer scanned my pokemon into its memory, the screen would fade to black and credits will roll.

I hadn't realized I'd closed my eyes until I felt a light touch on my arm. Nervous of what I would find, and uncertain which fate I wanted, I glanced over. Concern clouded Cynthia's beautiful blond face. She knew nothing of my origin or my worries.

That complete lack of angst finally did it. I spun towards her and stood in one fluid motion. Her eyes sprang wide in surprise. She instinctively recoiled slightly when I lunged and wrapped my arms around her. One hand cupped the back of her head while the other clutched her waist.

All through my travels in Sinnoh, well over two years of my life, I never once kissed anyone. Sure, it sometimes seemed that I'd fucked and sucked my way through half the female population of the fantasy world, but I'd held back that one thing. As unreasonable as it seemed, the lack implied, to my mind if nowhere else, that it was just sex. All animal attraction and physical need and no emotions.

Only two woman had come close to drawing me in. The simple innocence and self-consciousness of Gardinia had pulled all the right strings with my protector nature. The pure surprised joy she elicited during our brief period together was not only its own aphrodisiac but also a good way to bind me to her if we'd stuck together for longer than the single time.

The other was the woman who found me and took me under her wing when I discovered myself inexplicably in a world that shouldn't exist. She explained the rules, showed interest in a guy with a bit of an inferiority complex, and even pointed me in the direction of other women in need. It's implicit that she not only is willing to share but also expected me to wander and experience everything.

When my mouth met with Cynthia's, there was no hesitation in me. The only question was whether she would reciprocate or not. For a moment, I feared I'd overstepped the bounds of our unusual relationship when she hesitated. After her initial surprise at the unexpected escalation, her mouth opened softly and her tongue slipped out to meet mine.

Cynthia's hands came to rest on my hips. Her body pressed against mine with a need that shocked me. All this time, had she thought more of me than the casual fling I had assumed? Her hands glided around my back and wrapped up to my shoulder blades in order to pull me closer. Her soft breasts strained as they pressed against my solid chest.

After very nearly a minute, our heads tore from each other as if brute strength had been required to overcome our desire to remain fused. Somehow, our chests managed to heave in gulps of air despite the desperation with which our bodies remained pressed together. Cynthia's eyes reflected the same surprise and awe of my own over how strongly the other responded.

"You...I never thought...when..."

I tilted my head forward to silence her unformed questions with a much softer kiss than the urgent one that had begun this. Cynthia's gray eyes drifted closed in contentment. Her body melted into my embrace and warmth spread throughout me, filling my muscles with the strength to hold her indefinitely.

I ran my hand through her incredibly thick, long, blond hair, now that the urgency and need to hold her steady had cleared. I caught the black barrette ornament that stuck out and tossed it aside. Once that was clear I was able to comb through from her ear all the way down her back until my arm could no longer reach.

Cynthia's hands clutched at my back, as if in search of hand holds to keep me from escape. There was no need. My own hand remained firmly around her and pressed our hips together. The bulge in my jeans pressed firmly against her soft body and she began to squirm enticingly. The extra friction only spurred me on and soon neither of us could wait.

We refused to break the kiss, even as we both scrambled for each other's clothing. Our bodies pulled apart just enough for desperate hands to sneak between while our lips remained locked. Cynthia's trademark pendant popped off in my haste to undo the single clasp that held her jacket closed. I paused just long enough to let her pull my own trench coat off my arms before I instantly returned the favor.

Shirts were trickier. Hands fumbled with the bottoms and managed to pull them out from our pants. I began to lift hers; impatient to divest her of her clothes but still anxious to run my hands across her smooth skin. My thumbs, gliding up her firm stomach, broke my concentration entirely when they reached the silky mounds of her breasts. I'd forgotten the feel of them, large enough to enjoy but small enough they seemed to fit perfectly within my hands; small enough that she never wore a bra beneath her chemise-style tank top.

The kiss faltered and broke apart when my thumbs found her taut nipples. Her head snapped back and she let out a moan of pure desire. Her hands, already desperate to gain purchase on my shirt, clenched at the sensation. She was frozen with the surprise of the power of her reaction.

I took advantage of the situation and quickly slipped the shirt over her head. I got her to lean forward with another playful taunt of her nipples. Her head snapped forward as her back arched, seeking escape from the sweet sensation. Seconds later she was topless and her shirt hung loose between her hands, still gripping my shirt.

Cynthia let go just long enough for her top to fall free before she rushed to grab my clothes once more. If she was a bit rough taking my shirt off, I didn't mind. I threw my own arms up to help her with the process. She got rid of the shirt as quickly as possible but paused at the sight of my bare torso.

It had been quite a while since we'd last seen each other and the extra travel had hardened my body even since then. Although desperate to move along, impatient for even the intimacy of another kiss, I allowed the pause in the action as her fingers traced my muscles. From the reverent way she memorized my body, it was clear she had thought of me so often that the new reality came as a shock (hopefully a pleasant one).

Gray eyes drifted up to meet mine. There was a vulnerability in them that I never would have expected from the strong, kind, Sinnoh champion. "You've changed."

Although made as a statement, there was an inherent question behind it. If my two-plus years of travel had changed my physique this much, what had the adventures done to me? Once, there had been a spark between us that went beyond our physical compatibility. Although she couldn't come right out and ask, she feared all of my time with adult rules battles had cured me of the sentimentality that would drive me to feel something special for her.

Rather than answer her, and maybe make her self-conscious over the unasked questions, I once more wrapped her in my arms. My eyes drifted closed as I pulled her close and guided her head to my shoulder. I'd never dated a woman this close to my height but it felt right to nuzzle her hair with my cheek. Once more, she held me tight. This time, however, it felt less like fear that I would disappear than gratitude that I was finally there.

Although the emotional moment had slowed our tempo, it did nothing to cool our mutual need. She finally pulled away and stepped out of my embrace entirely. With our hands entwined, she backed up towards an elevator in the wall. The doors opened just before we reached them and shut the moment I passed through. Had I not been distracted by her half-naked beauty, I probably would have expected silly Star Trek sound effects to go with them. The elevator was comfortably appointed with plush cushioned seats but we had eyes only for each other.

The trip down was short. When the doors opened behind me, a gentle push on our conjoined hands was all that was needed to guide me backwards out of the elevator. It didn't take much observation to know we were in the fabled dungeon of the Elite Four. What surprised me was the relatively small amount of space devoted to any kind of fetishes. A good chunk of floor space, in this overly large room, was taken up by much more mundane pursuits; a king-sized bed stacked with pillows and cushions, a massage table, a Jacuzzi, a well appointed kitchen. There was even a corner of the room devoted to a couch and an impressive entertainment center.

Cynthia's eyes darted around the room uncertainly. I as the victor, had the right to choose anything and she was honor bound to follow, especially when we had declared nothing out of bounds. While everything down there showed wear and loving care, there was only one thing that interested me at the moment.

I continued to stare into her eyes, letting myself enjoy her perfect breasts in my peripheral vision, as I led her. Our hands remained entwined and our arms at full extension while I walked backwards. She glanced, once, over my shoulder before her attention returned fully to me. A shy smile crept across her lips, the only sign that she approved of my choice.

The back of my legs bumped against the objective. Her eyes widened and nervous uncertainty returned in full force when she watched me drop to one knee, her hands still held in mine between us. She wasn't ready for some full declaration of love and devotion. That was fine. I wasn't about to go all Brok on her either.

The nerves slowly vanished, but the uncertainty remained, when I released her hands and began to undo her pants. From where I kneeled on the floor, I remained fully beyond her reach, which left her hands fumbling for something to do. Her black dress pants pooled around her ankles, unable to drop away completely due to her heeled boots, to leave her completely bare.

Not even a blond tuft showed above the delicate "v" junction of her legs. She watched me, a little self-consciously, as I studied her every curve. Her unshakable champion persona faltered again but it only made her more perfect in my eyes. The last time, I hadn't gotten this chance. I wanted to drink it all in and memorize her every curve.

Finally, I stood up. I guided her, with my hands on her hips, to turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. I dropped to my knees again and worked off each boot in turn. While I slipped the discarded pants off of her feet, I noticed her thighs were tight with tension. From what I knew of her personality, she wasn't the type of person to take advantage of her skill and the power of her pokemon to ask the vanquished to go down on her. Maybe, like me, it was something more intimate and beyond her ability to ask for it. She was uncertain how to act in unfamiliar territory, with me so close to her lust.

My eyes twinkled when I glanced up at her. Her body tensed a little more at the sight of my playful grin. My first kiss landed on the inside of her ankle. Every two inches higher, I placed another. She dutifully opened her legs with only the slightest instruction from my fingers but I could tell the effort it cost her. Tremors reverberated through her and her breath had shortened.

Her hands remained folded on her lap. I was two kisses away from my goal when I reached up and lightly pulled her hands apart and placed them on the sheets by her sides. Her fingers curled in the sheets but she accepted the change.

One last glance up showed Cynthia bit her lip as she watched me. There was a desperate hope in her eyes that would have solidified my resolve if I hadn't already planned to go forward. No one, man or woman, should be that desperate for something so simple, just because they couldn't bring themselves to ask for what they truly wanted.

My arms slid beneath her thighs and wrapped around her hips. Cynthia nearly fell backward but caught herself with braced arms. The combination of my hands and her new position opened her up wide to me. One kiss landed on the tender junction of leg and hip and one last crossed to repeat the same on the other side. Her whole body shook in anticipation.

Even before I moved in, I could see the proof of her need. Her petite pink folds glistened with desire. Her bud was flush and stood out, slightly, from its protective hood. I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and gently kissed that dark nub. A delicate mewl escaped from her in appreciation.

Conscious of her apparent lack of experience, there was so much that I immediately set aside for later. So was close enough that I wouldn't need a barrage of tricks. I would save them until she could learn to appreciate the extra effort.

My tongue crept out and slowly glided between her folds. Her body parted before me until I reached her sensitive pearl. Her arms shook and her head dropped back. She began to whimper even before I slowly pressed against her need. She gasped. "Oh God!"

"Please." Cynthia whispered when I placed another light kiss on her bud. I obliged.

My tongue began to lap up the sweet desire that seeped from her in time with my ministrations. I pressed with each flick. Every third pass the pressure, instead, swirled around the base, shifting back the protective hood and opening her even more.

The tremors in her arms grew so great she collapsed backwards, though her hands remained tangled in the sheets. Her hips fought my hands in a confused attempt to either seek more of, or escape from, the torment. My grip defeated every attempt, even when her whole body began to rock with the attempts.

Short staccato breaths were her only response to my attentions. Cynthia couldn't even gather enough air to moan or plead any more. I knew by the rapid twitches of her muscles that she grew close. I cinched my arms tighter and pressed my face against her. My upper lip pushed her folds back to offer more access to her throbbing clit while my chin pressed against the sensitive muscles of her hot depths.

It was too much for her to bear. Cynthia screamed out. Her whole body arched, as if struck by lightning. A moment later her feet wrapped around my head in a strangle hold while the rest of her body writhed up and down, side to side, in time with her screams. In direct contradiction, her hips constantly tried to pull away while her legs pushed me harder.

Fresh desire surged into me. Every second of her euphoric screams were an aphrodisiac. Every time her body bucked sent a fresh pulse of blood straight to my groin. Every time she clutched helplessly at the sheets added to the pressure that built within me.

I let up before she could inure herself to the sensation. Her boneless body continued to twitch as if random shocks sprang from the bed to torment her. I smiled and enjoyed the view as I kicked off my boots and let my pants drop. The aftershocks had only begun to fade when I finally climbed onto the bed completely naked.

I couldn't help the warmth that filled my chest when Cynthia's dazed smile turned towards me. Actually, it was more apt to say her head flopped in my direction. Her eyes looked like they could barely focus but she glanced down at my hand and noticed what I cupped there as I crawled towards her. Weakly, her hand drifted over to cover mine.