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Vines of Deceit	By : Manifest Destiny Category: Pokemon > General Views: 14165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Pokemon is copy write by GameFreak, INC. and Nintendo. I make no money from this story, nor do I seek any.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
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Chapter 15: Undisclosed Desires
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With a hood over his head and a room key in his shaking hand, Tristan rode the elevator alone and in silence up to the suite Alder had given him. Shock from the day’s events had finally caught up with him, leaving him numb and out of touch with the world. The doors nearly closed on him at his destination, but he snapped to attention and caught them before he was shut inside.
He took slow and heavy steps to the door, weakly pushing it open.
Once inside, he simply sat on the floor, unable to move another muscle. He sat there for minutes on end, staring into the dark of the room.
Tristan couldn’t bear to check the XTransceiver he felt vibrating on his wrist. He’d been receiving calls and messages non-stop ever since he appeared on television at the Master Bowl, but he ignored every single one. He didn’t know what he could say to anyone who saw him today, not to his best friends or even his own parents.
A knock on the door nearly scared Tristan out of his skin, sending him leaping to his feet and hiding behind a chair.
“Mr. Adeku? Hotel staff.”
Tristan caught his breath and slowly made his way to the door and opened it.
“Sorry to disturb you, but the Pokémon that were left at the front desk to receive medical attention are now fully recovered.” The attendant handed Tristan a tray of four Poké Balls and gave a short bow, before walking back down the hallway.
Shutting the door again, Tristan walked into the room properly for the first time, looking at the lavish furniture and decorations. He found himself surprised N’s Sigilyph’s ball was included with his Pokémon.
“That’s right…” Tristan remembered that N had never asked for the Pokémon he'd lent back before he exited the stadium in such a grand fashion. “I’ll get you back to your trainer one day.”
He set the tray down on a table next to the single bed, then grabbed one of the spheres with a shaking hand.
“Please be okay…”
A single press of the button expanded the red and white sphere and another press, this time held, unlocked it from its stasis mode. Tristan thankfully didn’t need a third press to release its occupant; she did that herself.
The bright flash of light stung Tristan’s eyes but he didn’t blink. He watched the release fully and did not shy away.
Draya, the bipedal foxlike creature who could speak human language, stood and shook herself, whipping her large mane of red and black fur back and forth.
“Ugh,” she grimace and stuck out her tongue. “That felt ugly,” she turned and faced Tristan, “What’d you do to me?”
“Stasis lock,” he said in a low mumble. “You were hurt.”
“Hey, what’s with the voice?” the Zoroark asked. “Are you okay?”
Tristan turned on one of the small lights in the room and pulled off his hood.
“No…” he looked at her, eyes heavy and defeated.
The two sat down on the side of the bed together while Tristan laid out the events from the moment Draya had lost consciousness in the Relic Castle. As he spoke, Tristan leaned against his Zoroark’s shoulder and held one of her paws in his hand, slowly rubbing the fur with his thumb. The words fell out of his mouth as if they were made of lead, tumbling down to the floor without any energy or life behind them.
“N… is their king.” Tristan turned his head to look at her, looking for some kind of answer or solution. “If Team Plasma’s leader is the great Hero of Truth…” he hung his head, “then what can I do?”
“What you always do,” she said, lifting his chin up. “You’ll stand up for what you believe in, and I’ll do what I always do,” she gave him a quick kiss.
Caught off guard by Draya’s actions, words briefly failed Tristan. “…And that is?” he finally asked.
Draya grinned, apparently amused by his clueless stare. “Keeping you from falling apart. You’re so fragile.”
“You’re right,” said Tristan. He fell backwards onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. The XTransceiver on his wrist vibrated again and Tristan pulled it off of his arm. He tossed it off the side of the bed without even a glance at its screen. “I can’t even face my friends and family. I feel pretty worthless right now.”
“Hey, you’re not supposed to agree with me,” she whined. Draya joined him down on the bed, lying down beside her human trainer, and gently poked his cheek with one of her claws. She lowered her voice, almost whispering her next words. “I bet I know something that’ll make you feel better,” she teased.
Before Tristan could respond, Draya wrapped her arms around him, pulled him over to the center of the bed, and pinned him underneath her. Still on edge from the evening’s past excitement, Tristan’s arms went to try and push her away, but he stopped himself. He had gripped her shoulders tightly in the sudden movement, so Tristan relaxed and let his hands drift to her sides.
Draya took this as a sign to continue, and slowly lowered her body onto his, letting her weight push him further into the soft sheets on the bed. The Illusion Pokémon stared into his eyes and brought one of her hands to the side of Tristan’s face while the other unzipped his jacket.
Tristan began to catch on to Draya’s true intentions when her other hand trailed down his side, stopping at his waist. “Draya… I don’t know if now is—” A red claw landed on his lips, silencing him.
“You said, ‘I can’t even face my friends and family’, so what does that make me? What does that make us?” Draya kept her clawed finger pressed against his mouth, preventing him from speaking. “You wanted to see me over everyone else,” she spoke softly, without her usual playful demeanor, and her cyan eyes betrayed a sense of sincerity the Zoroark rarely showed.
“That tells me a lot, you know.” Draya finally moved her paw away from his face and let it rest on his chest.
“I— I just needed to make sure you were alright,” Tristan said, unconvinced by his own words.
“Tristan, you can try and fool yourself all you want, but that isn’t all you wanted, even if your attitude says otherwise. You don’t have to hold back with me…” Draya tilted her head slightly and leaned down for another kiss, this time much more forceful and insistent.
Tristan felt the soft, short fur of her muzzle rub against his face as she kissed him deeply. He felt her wet tongue press his lips and opened his mouth, relenting to her aggressive tactics. Immediately Tristan was greeted by a rush of unexpected sweetness; a product of Draya’s illusory abilities. Tristan fought back on his own, pushing back and exploring the Zoroark’s mouth with his own tongue.
No matter how many times they found themselves locked in such a passionate kiss, Tristan couldn’t help but get lost in how strange—not bad, but strange—Draya’s inhuman teeth felt. A small spark of fear would run through him whenever he felt one of her sharp fangs brush against his tongue or playfully nibble at his lip.
For a brief moment, the world fell away, and there was just the two of them, the only sound being the other’s heavy breaths in their partner’s ear.
Draya ran her fingers through Tristan’s hair with one hand while the other worked its way underneath his shirt. Her sharp claws lightly drug against his bare skin, sending shivers up his spine. Draya drove the exploratory hands slowly and deliberately, exploring for any places that would get a reaction out of her human.
“I won’t pretend to know exactly what you went through,” Draya said after she broke the deep kiss, “but I can tell you’re really upset about it. I don’t want you feel bad anymore.” She licked the side of his face, stopping at his ear. “I can help you feel better,” she whispered. “You want that, right?”
“I—” Tristan started, but the words caught in his throat. In the past, whenever the two of them had exchanged physical affections, something had always stopped them from experimenting past kissing. Tristan’s unease and uncertainty of his own feelings had always pushed the idea of physical intimacy away. Now, however, he could think of little reason to hold back.
“Of course I do, but… why now?” he managed to ask.
“Because,” Draya pushed herself up on her hands and knees, backed down further on the bed, and straddled his legs. “You chose me over everyone else when you wanted someone to comfort you. Also, I want to satisfy those desires you keep buried deep down inside yourself.” She slowly undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and hooked her claws under the waistband of his underwear. “I know a thing or two about these kinds of things, you know. Just trust me.”
“Does that mean you’ve… done things like this before?” asked Tristan. A strange, new brand curiosity ran through his head at the thought of Draya practicing any sort of intimate behavior with someone else. Tristan felt his face grow hot as his mind began to wander.
“Aww, is that jealousy?” Draya giggled. “No, I haven’t ‘done things’ like this. I was on my own before I found you, and we’ve been so busy we barely had any time for each other.” The Zoroark shook her head, letting her large mane of fur whip back and forth and looked down at the human beneath her. “I don’t think I ever asked… Do you mind that I’m not… human?”
“No, not at all. It’s—you know—different,” Tristan looked away, but took a hand and ran it along her thigh, rubbing her fur, “but I like you, and what you are.”
Draya grinned, “So, you like this body of mine, don’t you? I seem to remember you staring a bit right after I changed from being just a little fox. Come on, don’t be shy.”
“Yes,” Tristan said sheepishly, embarrassed to hear his answer out loud.
“Then just relax and let me show you what I can do with it,” she offered. “I’ll make you forget all about today.”
After a nod of encouragement from him, Draya slowly pulled Tristan’s lower garments down around his ankles. She grinned at the honesty his body displayed at her actions, his member already growing stiff. She gently stroked him with her paw, tugging and squeezing in a rhythm that soon had her human trainer taking heavy breaths. Draya surprised him by dropping her head to his groin and giving him a slow and heavy lick with her tongue.
Tristan groaned in pleasure at the sudden sensation. “Wh-Where did you learn to do that?”
“I told you back when I evolved that I learned how to kiss from watching humans,” Draya gave him a sidelong glance. “I was surprised at how… creative human mates can be when they think they’re alone,” she giggled.
“And now we’re alone,” Tristan mused to her.
“Oh, you noticed?” She gave him another lick, but this time finished the motion by taking his full length into her mouth. Draya massaged his member with her tongue and sucked lightly, gently grazing his skin with her teeth as she moved her head back and forth.
Tristan moaned and began to move in time with her oral technique, slightly thrusting into her mouth after she pulled away. He could feel Draya humming to herself in amusement at the reactions she was getting.
Draya herself was getting into things herself; Tristan watched as one of her hands wandered in between her legs.
“You— Ah, might want to slow it down, Draya,” Tristan warned, his limit suddenly much closer than he was expecting.
She released him from her mouth, though not without one last swipe of her skillful tongue.
“How’d I do?” she asked. “I always thought this kind of thing was weird, but the males I saw seemed to enjoy themselves.”
“It was good,” Tristan told her. “I just didn’t want to, uh, you know, finish too soon.”
“Oh, I get it,” Draya grinned. She pushed herself up with her hands and crawled up along Tristan’s body, dragging her furred chest against him as she slid up to face him. Draya straddled him again, leaving her groin hovering over his.
“You want to save that for down here, don’t you?” Draya took one of Tristan’s hands and guided it between her legs. “Feel that?”
“I…” Tristan’s words failed him again as he let Draya probe herself with his fingers. The soft fur around her crotch had grown damp with her own excitement.
“You did that to me, you know. Not so worthless after all, huh?” she teased.
“Is that right?” Tristan asked. Feeling bolstered by Draya’s words, Tristan eased a finger inside of her, up to the second joint. He slowly worked it in and out of her, coaxing out a few pleased moans from the Zoroark.
“Does… that feel good?” he asked.
The fur around her entrance was damp and cool, a stark contrast to the heat and warmth within. Putting another finger inside, Tristan further explored the warm, slick folds of Draya’s body. The further he pushed his fingers inside her, the tighter she felt. His fingering had fallen into a rhythm of insertion and light flexing of his fingers inside of her. He could feel her inner walls clench down on his fingers slightly at his more aggressive thrusts.
Tristan pulled his fingers nearly entirely out of her, and crossed his ring and middle finger, inserting both at once with a bit more force than Draya had been expecting.
“How about that?” he asked.
“Mmn, yeah,” she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his. Draya continued to guide the hand she held and pushed his fingers deeper inside her. She let out a heavy moan, shuddering from the stimulation.
Draya pulled Tristan’s hand away suddenly and grabbed his shaft, pressing the tip against her entrance.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
Tristan could feel a sensation of warm wetness that drew his attention down to the point of contact. He felt his pulse quicken and his face heat up in anticipation for what would happen next.
“Are you ready? Do you still want to hold back? I’ll— I’ll stop if you say the word.”
Tristan didn’t respond right away, but put his hands around her slim waist. Unlike the fur on her legs or arms, the fur on Draya’s stomach was much shorter and incredibly soft to the touch. Tristan could feel her heavy breathing, a sign that she was just as anxious as he was about what they were about to do together. Any downward force he put against her pressed her warm slit further onto him; a small sampling of what awaited fully penetrating her.
Draya pushed away slightly from his grasp, looking expectantly for her answer.
“I’m ready,” he nodded. “I don’t want to be embarrassed by what I want anymore. Besides, I don’t think I could hold back if I wanted to.”
“Me either,” she grinned slyly. “I was bluffing.”
Tristan held onto her hips as she slowly sunk down onto him, the tight folds of her body enveloping everything he could give her. Once she finally took him entirely inside of herself, Draya shuddered at the connection. She shifted in place on Tristan’s lap, trying to better accommodate her mate. Her movements brushed the thick fur around her groin against Tristan’s, sending shivers up his spine as well.
“O-Oh yeah,” Draya said. “I almost forgot.” She grabbed the sides of Tristan’s face and leaned in close, “Close your eyes.”
Tristan did as he was told and was treated to another of Draya’s passionate kisses, which he gave back in full. He focused on the feeling of everything Draya was giving to him, physically and emotionally. When she broke the kiss suddenly, he opened his eyes to a brand-new sight. Their surroundings had changed into that of a wide open field. A warm, gentle breeze blew through the air, pushing white puffy clouds across the sky. In this made-up world, it was brightly lit but there was no sun to blind the two that lay on the grass.
“There.” Draya rocked back and forth against Tristan, slowly working up to thrusting up and down on him. “Here, no one will bother us. They can’t—” she moaned, her breath becoming more labored with each bounce, “—hear us, or see us. It’s just you and me. Together.”
Tristan gripped her hips tighter, meeting her thrusts with his own, groaning in time to her moans.
“It’s perfect, Draya.” The human leaned up and kissed the panting Zoroark as their movements continued to quicken in pace. “I…”
“What? Getting close?”
“Not that,” he shook his head. “I love you.”
Draya’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath caught in her chest. “Y-You better!”
The Illusion Pokémon grabbed her trainer’s face and kissed him hard, picking up the pace of her movements. Draya’s downward thrusts soon became irregular until she slammed herself down on him with all of her strength, her inner walls clenching tightly as she hit her climax. She broke the kiss as she rode her orgasm out, letting out a delighted squeal as she dug her claws into Tristan’s shoulders tight enough to leave red scratches in their wake.
Tristan tried to last as long as he could, but with his Pokémon writhing in pleasure on top of him, he could only offer up a few more thrusts while Draya grinded herself against him as much as she could. He grabbed her rear and buried his face in the thick fur of Draya’s chest, holding onto her tightly as he came inside.
They laid in the false world Draya had conjured up for the two of them for some time. The sky began to darken and transition into a dim twilight, complete with a pale moon rising high into the fake sky.
“So,” Draya spoke up after catching her breath. She laid on top of her human lover, “Feel any better?”
“Are you kidding?” Tristan asked. He stroked Draya’s back with one arm and held her close with the other. “I feel exhausted.”
She chuckled, “Not what I meant, but I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Of course I feel better,” he said, kissing her cheek. “You helped me forget everything on my mind for a little bit. Thank you, Draya.”
“Anytime. Do you need to ‘forget’ again?” Draya grinned.
“Ask me in the morning,” Tristan smiled back. “I’m seriously tired.”
“Then relax,” his Zoroark said, cradling his head in her arms. “I’ll take care of you.”
Outside of Draya’s illusion, the Unova region and the rest of the world were both still reeling from the night’s events in Nimbasa City’s Big Stadium.
Inside, however, two lovers cast aside their worries and fears for a single night of peace, both knowing that soon one would be carrying the weight of the nation on their shoulders.
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To Be Continued…
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