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A/N: It's Guy Fawkes Night! Pretty fireworks! Aye, I’m a pervert. But I’m old enough in my country. Quiet! Not that there’s an age limit on being a pervert… what? Also keep in mind, though I may be writing this, I don’t approve of rape. Like I said, I’m just a pervert, and I’m sadistic too… and honest 8D My titles suck.

I think one day i'm gonna do a chapter that isn't fit to be posted on ff.net too, hmmmm. I think this one is sorta pushing it a bit. Gotta tone down the language there too >___<

Author: Yoru Ryu (Rainy Day)
Rating: R / M
Listening to: Eric Prydz & Pink Floyd ~ Proper Education
Shipping: Clair x Lance
Disclaimer: Dumbarse
Warnings: Mostly Game verse… Crystal game verse. PWP. Lemon. M/F. Incest. Um, rape D:

Number Two: Dragonshipping
Dragon’s Den

That… girl! That infernal girl! She wasn’t worthy to hold the Rising badge! So what if she’d won the Gym Battle. A Gym battle was hardly really a gauge of a trainer’s strength. Battling out in the open space of the land was what determined a great trainer. Sure, she’d go skipping back to her other trainer pals and show off her new badge. But it was doubtful she’d realise that she hadn’t actually earned it. It was unbelievable how long it had taken her to bring back the Dragon Fang from the Dragon’s Den. She was so slow, in fact, she’d had to have gone in just to see if a Dragonair hadn’t eaten her. Not that the beautiful dragons living there would ever dirty themselves by eating a human, much less a girl like her.

Now, she was finally out of sight, surfing off on her Lapras. So it was just me and… him. If it weren’t for him that simple little girl still wouldn’t have that badge! And all just because he’s the…

“So, Clair. How many other trainers have you denied a badge?”

He really shouldn’t have spoken. That was not a smart move, bold but not smart.

“That girl is unworthy to wield the Dragon Badge.” Clair turned to the man stood a few paces behind her. “Lance.”

“I’m sure you’re aware that your personal opinions are not to intrude on your Gym responsibilities.” The other trainer put a hand on his hip. “And it’s called the ‘Rising’ Badge.”

Clair seethed before roughly crossing her arms across her chest. “Why are you even here, Lance? Haven’t got any Rockets to bust or young trainers to tail?”

The Dragon trainer waved his hand carelessly at her accusations. “Oh, you know. Our Grandfather was having kittens about the number of trainers you’ve been sending in here, so he called me out.”

“Oh yes! Because you’re so much more trustworthy!” Clair hissed.

“Haha, take it how you will, but it is as Grandfather wishes. And the League wouldn’t be too happy to discover you either. If you’re that worried about unworthy trainers making it into the League, don’t be. The Elite and I will be the ones to stop them. Not you.”

The Gym Leader’s eyes grew wider with anger at each word her cousin was saying. Just because he was older! Just because he was the Dragon Master! Just because he was the Pokemon Champion! He wasn’t a better person than her! Than anyone! And Grandfather always held favour over him too. He was the one to get a Dratini, while she only got a Horsea. Of course, she loved her Pokemon more than anything, but it was painful at such a young age. Her cousin, who was only older by two years, gets a mystic Pokemon and she gets a Pokemon anyone could catch with a fishing rod.

And when she finally did get a Dratini, Lance had a second Dratini! He may have been the favourite trainer in Blackthorn in their childhood (and still now) but she had still felt bad for him when he was being bullied by the children from Cherrygrove for training a Magikarp. She’d stepped in to help him.

That was the first time they’d won a battle against another trainer. And it was their first double battle too. Of course, Lance had gotten most of the praise and that was when Grandfather had decided Lance would be the Blackthorn Gym Leader.

As children, however, that had no effect on their friendship. Heck, they didn’t understand what a privilege that was. And even if Clair was holding a secret jealously towards her cousin, they still continued to be best friends. Even as they grew older and their Pokemon progressed in leaps and bounds.

Until that day Grandfather had caught them kissing.

They’d done it a few other times before and they’d always hid it well. Not because they were cousins, blood cousins, but because they were only nine-years-old. After that, both their families had kept them away from each other for quite some time. The Dragon Den’s ceremonies were the only time they’d play like they used to.

Then both Lance’s parents were killed by a wayward dragon suffering Outrage, and he’d left Blackthorn without warning. Clair was appointed Gym Leader and the next time she met her cousin was when he returned to take the Den’s challenge and take the title of Dragon Master. And then later to become the Johto League Champion.

Clair remained Gym Leader.

And now he was looking down at her nonchalantly.

“You think I care about the Pokemon League?” Clair judged her cousin’s face but couldn’t read anything. “I’m Gym Leader because I’m upholding the Dragon’s honour. Something you abandoned the respect of.”

“And honouring the dragons in this Den by refusing a deserving trainer her badge is how it’s done these days? Huh, I must be spending too much time in Kanto to not have realised times had changed so much.”

Clenching a fist Clair let out a deep breath. Lance was inevitably stronger than her in both Pokemon and in a physical sense, though she loathed to admit it.

“You’re right, you do spend too much time in Kanto…” She scowled at the mocking look the man gave her, “but, believe it or not, we don’t actually need you here.”

Lance held his hands out. “And yet Grandfather deems otherwise. Perhaps he wants me to take over your job too.” Clair’s eyes flashed. “I have the time.”

Throwing logic and caution to the dragons Clair rushed forward and caught her older cousin by surprise and pinned him against a fir tree, growling under her breath. They were stood a fair ways away from the entrance to the Den’s shrine in a thick covering of sharp evergreens.

She held one of his wrists by his side and the other at a painful angle near his face, against the trunk of a tree. Despite the angle of his arm, Lance smiled down at her, causing her to tighten her grip. “Now, dear cousin, when did you get so strong?”

“Like I’m going to tell you!” Clair snarled.

The Dragon Master chuckled. “Ah, shame that. But don’t you think we’re in a little bit of a suspicious position?” It may have been a rhetorical question said with a smirk, but Clair still gave it an answer.

Digging her nails into his wrists to try and draw an expression to the red haired man’s face Clair hissed, “are you weak enough to be held by a woman? Come on! Push me down! I know you can!”

“Oh, I can, I just don’t want to. I’m rather enjoying myself actually.”

The Gym Leader reeled back slightly when the other trainer smiled at her, showing the typical sharp fang-like canines the Blackthorn people had.

“You know, Lance, you’re not the only dragon trainer in Blackthorn, someday someone’s going to take you down, and I don’t care if it’s me, Tom, Dick or Harry! You’re not perfect, invincible or anything. Without your Pokemon you aren’t anything!” Clair’s eyes bored into her cousin’s and he finally glared.

Throwing his wrist out Lance knocked her arm back shortly before twisting his other hand around hers and flipped their positions so he held the blue haired woman’s arms at her side. “You should take more care with who you clash with, dear. They may come back to bite you,” he said through a smirk and lidded eyes.

Clair glowered at the man looking down at her face. Her Pokemon would’ve stopped the Dragon Master had they not sensed this was their trainer’s battle alone.

“Where’s that sweet little child who liked to make daisy chains for her Horsea?” Lance asked.

“Where’s that boy who used to make little beds for his Dratini?” Clair countered sharply. The older trainer snorted. “Actually, I’ve decided that I will be the one to teach you a lesson, older brother.”

Lance tightened his grip around the wrists he’d trapped. Clair hadn’t called him ’brother’ in over ten years. They’d never been closer than when they were nine-years-old, and even as they used to steal kisses behind bushes or buildings, Clair had started calling him ’Big Brother’.

“You know, Lance.” Clair continued.” You’re a great trainer, and whether you want to admit it or not, I am too. Grandfather’s always praising us when I visit him. He says we’re the best in recent generations.” She watched the man’s face carefully watching his suspicious eyes. “Do you know what he said would be best? Oh, no you wouldn’t would you. Always in Kanto. But don’t worry, I’ll tell you.” A pause. “He said we should get married.”

Lance growled at her in response.

Turning her face to one side Clair still watched her childhood friend. “Actually, he wants us to have a child. But we have to get married first lest we dishonour the Dragon Clan. But as far as I’m aware… you yourself are a bastard child anyway. You already have no honour.”

The Dragon Master was seething with silent fury, and his grip on her wrists was truly painful, yet the Gym Leader refused to let it show. He seemed to be paralysed with his anger so she decided to put her plan into action.

For years she’d been thinking up ways to humiliate her cousin. Since he was better at her in Pokemon that particular path was blocked off. She knew he’d only beat her and laugh. Physical fight? He was stronger there too. He just wouldn’t deem an educational test worthy, so there was only really one thing left that came to mind. And if he were as heavily into training as he himself said he was (and as Grandfather said), he wouldn’t have as much experience as her. It may have been sick she’d ever thought of it, but if she played it right, she could finally dominate him at something.

And Grandfather had been serious about them. She had not been lying then. But enough thinking…

She leant her head forward and kissed him.

He stayed still, frozen. Possibly still with anger, possibly not, Clair couldn’t tell, So she attempted to deepen the kiss, but it was a task made difficult when she couldn’t mover her hands. After a long moment with no response it became obvious the older trainer was in the human equivalent of a Dragon’s Outrage. It was a strange condition that only affected pure blooded members in the Royal line of the Dragon Clan. Clair herself had never suffered from it, but…

Carefully wriggling her hands out of Lance’s grasp she put both her hands on his chest and shoved him roughly back into another tree, and yet still he never made a move of his own. His eyes staring off into the distance with a glazed look.

This was turning out to be unexpectedly helpful. But how long would it be before he broke out of it?

The Gym Leader pinned his body against the harsh pins of the fir tree and grabbed his wrists again, still red from her nails digging in earlier. “Well, now. What to do with you. What to do…” she breathed to herself. “I suppose I should tie you down, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?”

Bringing his hand up to her mouth she kissed the back of it. “I should be a lady, but you don’t deserve that,” she broke off to suck on his middle finger, still with no reaction. “Oh dear, you really are out of it aren’t you?”

Dropping his hand to let it fall limply at his side, she peeled the top half of the man’s leather outfit off and wrapped it tightly around his arms to restrict movement before she crushed her lips over his and pushed her tongue into the warmth.

Due to the upcoming League challenge looming on the horizon she’d been too busy battling worthless trainers trying to get their eighth badge for acceptance in the Indigo Plateau, to find a decent bed mate. So this wouldn’t be an entirely unpleasant experience.

Lance was still motionless as the Blackthorn Gym Leader travelled lower down his body in an attempt to dominate early. When she was kneeling in front of him, his arms held at his side by the constricting jacket, she pressed her face against his crotch. Best to go straight for the ace in this instance.

Not bothering to be careful she pulled his fly open and grasped his cock before sheathing it in her mouth without wasting a second. A sharp intake of breath above her proved the Dragon Master wasn’t totally out of it, or at least, he was breaking out of the condition. Smiling smugly to herself Clair swirled her tongue around the head of the member in her mouth. As she continued to gently caress the organ she could hear the gasps coming faster and faster.

It was all happening so easy. He was so easy to manipulate. And she was going to lord it over him for a long time.

Letting her eyes drift up the man still had that distant look but the hard cock in her mouth and the heavy breathing proved he was still on the planet. She was starting to breathe a little heavy too, to her disappointment. But no matter.

Not being entirely careful and not giving a damn she took him down to the hilt and bit down. Hard enough to cause pain, but not hard enough for him to pull away because of it, not that he could anyway. As she continued to rake her teeth up and down she looked up to see the frown plastered across the Champion’s face.

Soon she could taste the drops of pre-cum, salty on her tongue, and she found herself wishing he’d come too to witness how she was in charge. She began running her tongue between all the veins and curling it around the head before she’d apply pressure with her teeth. Although the man couldn’t move of his own will his breathing was taking a turn for the hectic and his eyes seemed to be gaining more life in them.

Noticing this, Clair pulled him further along with her teeth whilst fingering his sac. “Hm-hm, close…” she whispered as best she could with her mouth full. The tingling feelings had started racing around her own body and she was moaning softly against her will. The added vibrations took their toll and she felt the older man’s balls tighten up before she grabbed them quickly, halting the release.

Lance coughed and groaned despite his current state as he was denied his relief.

Retreating from the still hard, strained cock Clair smirked in triumph. “Hoh-ho, now who’s on top?” she asked the immobile man. “Who’s in control now?”

Despite her obvious victory, she was still losing the battle with her own body. No matter how sadistic the thoughts or purpose behind what she was doing, it was still turning her on. Lance was now slightly bent over and she could smell the arousal on the air; his and hers. The heat between her legs was starting to get to her head, and if she couldn’t control herself, her plan would be ruined.

Looking back down at the straining cock she moaned at the back of her throat. It had really been too long since she’d had a man. This might be taking it a step too far but… damn!

Keeping her vicious grip on his balls she stood up, ripping his jacket free before tearing her own cape off and throwing it away haphazardly. Sliding out of her blue bodysuit she pressed her now naked body against Lance’s, gasping as his cock rubbed up against her. Keeping her body flush against his she ran her free hand down her back to caress her own arse.

Splaying her fingers across her cheeks she probed her own rear and dropped her forehead to Lance’s shoulder as she gasped out. Pushing her fingers further, she rubbed them against her vagina stroking her fingers across it and letting out whimpering sighs.

“Aahhhh…” Retreating her hand she ran it down her front to firmly cup her pussy before penetrating herself with a finger. With a sharp hiss she pushed into the heat further. “Ah!” She bit down on the Dragon Master’s neck, leaving an impressive mark, as she probed herself with her middle finger as Lance‘s eyes dilated at the sensation of fangs on his neck. Lifting herself to her tiptoes Clair scratched her innards with a sharp pointed nail as she fingered herself relentlessly.

The air was filled with her pants and gasps and she inhaled the arousal that hung around. Pushing herself up against the hard cock she rubbed her breasts across Lance’s black shirt to be rewarded with the delightful friction of the fabric. “Oh, god, oh…” she moaned into the man’s neck after the taste of blood stimulated her further.

She wasn’t too far gone to release the grip she had on her cousin, but oh how she suddenly wanted him to touch her!

Her breath hitched as she began riding her finger before she tossed her head back and screamed an incoherent name as her orgasm hit. The warmth between her legs and around her hand exploded as the stars burst behind her eyes.

“Ohhhh, yes.” She collapsed on Lance, resting all her weight on him and pushing him harder onto the tree’s needles. “Ahh, big brother… you make a great audience,” she hissed as she removed her finger.

Pushing her body away from the red haired man’s, Clair frowned in disappointment. Would be even remember this? Well, perhaps not remembering that last part would be good, but still. She struck his face with her free hand. That cleared his eyes somewhat more.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt she tossed him to the floor and fell on top of him, never once releasing her grip on him. She straddled his stomach and pushed his shirt up to his arms. Not that she particularly cared at the current moment, but they were sprawled out on her own outfit and cape.

Moving back she lifted herself and held the base of his cock inline with herself, lowering herself till the head nudged her burning entrance. Drawing in a heavy breath of anticipation she roughly dropped herself down as much of the shaft into herself as physically possible. Lance moaned quietly in his semi-conscious state as she felt her entrance stretched ruthlessly. Breathing in deeply through her teeth she ran her hand across her breasts while rising over cousin then slamming back down.

“Oh, my god…” she panted after only a few thrusts. It had really been too long since she’d been laid. No strings attached; just pure unbridled lust. Not that she found Lance particularly lustful, but she could understand why so many girls fawned over him. Of course she also had an impressive horde of male admirers herself. Throwing those irrelevant thoughts from her head she thrust her body back on her cousin’s cock violently again.

As she jerked up and down the feeling of her body tightening washed over her. Speeding her drive more, her body flushed rosy red with heat, her orgasm hit quicker than she had anticipated. Those familiar stars passed by her eyes, exploding and blinding her further as her internal muscles clamped down on the object intruding her; refusing to let it go. All the while she continued to abuse the older trainer’s predicament as she milked every last nerve in her body of it’s pleasure. Throwing herself up again she continued her actions. This was why women were better; they could last. That’s why they lived longer.

Soon after another orgasm had overcome her she stopped her motions. “Shall we let you go now, dear?” Clair mocked her fellow clansman all the while still impaled.

Drawing herself up to slide agonisingly slow along his cock she tightened her grip around his balls before throwing herself down, slamming down on him and letting go. Without wasting any time the other trainer rolled his head as the relief he’d been denied exploded from his body drawing a guttural from his throat. Clair gasped and gagged on her breath as the searing hot seed poured into her, filling her. Forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.

The Blackthorn Gym Leader adjusted herself around the wetness, barely holding back a malicious smirk as she watched the final clouds in the Dragon Master’s eyes clear.

Lance clenched his eyes shut. Why did he feel so tired? Was it-wasn’t he just in the Dragon Shrine waiting to scold Clair? Had he fallen asleep? No. He’d never do that, especially not in front of Grandfather. And he shouldn’t have had any reason to anyway. He could handle both his titles with ease. Trying to reach an arm up to rub his face he frowned as he felt them restricted at his side. And now a cold breeze was blowing over him.

“W-what… Clair?” he gasped as his vision cleared and he saw his cousin sitting over him. “Now this is-ah!” He winced as Clair moved over him, realising what situation they were in. “You can’t!”

“Ah, you’re no naive, big brother,” Lance cringed at the nickname as Clair continued. “I can and I have… and I will. I must admit it was nice with you out like that, but we can have more fun now, no?”

He just couldn’t find the strength to push her away. Damnit! What was wrong with her? Was she in some sort of hysterics because she couldn’t take a little criticism? Surely not. That wouldn’t cause her to jump an immobile man.

Gathering himself as best he could while he could feel the friction of her innards around his cock, and the heat radiating from her, he tried to speak clearly. “Clair, I don’t think-” cut off again as she rocked forward on him. Not good. He could feel his body betraying him.

“I’m going to have you begging me,” Lance’s eyes widened, “to stop or to cum. You can choose which. I don’t mind” Clair finished with a triumphant look as she felt the member buried in her slit hardening. “Shall we begin?”

Lance’s eyes dilated as Clair pinned him down, hands on his shoulders, and began rocking to and fro along him. This was the climax she’d been imagining. Her moment to dominate a man who had dominated her whole life, whether he knew it or not. She cut off his valiant yet futile protests with particularly violent thrusts.

Soon his gasps and pants of objection became what they were; just gasps and pants as she continued to tease him, his arms still trapped at his sides. She could feel his cock plug her as her walls dragged over it with each movement, creating that delicious searing friction. It was made much better to her eyes as she could see the man writhing beneath her as she rode him without abandon.

Her nails dug painfully into his shoulders and the red flush spread across his body, but at least he could close his eyes as he felt his hips involuntary rise up to meet each of his cousin’s downward thrusts.

Clair thought she might be getting giddy as she felt her third orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. Her breasts bobbed up and down as she sped up her pace as any morale thoughts fled her mind. Her breathing coming in heavy grunts as she drove that shaft as far as she could while listening to Lance’s drawn moans of unwanted pleasure.

The thought of being caught out in the open a mere memory to even Lance, their cries carried across the still forests of the Dragon’s Den.

Throwing herself about, Clair inclined her head as she inhaled the scent clinging to the air, clenching her teeth as she felt her final release bomb over her. Thinking about the act she was committing with a member of her family pushing her over the edge. She screamed as her whole being set on fire, throwing her head back, hair a wild mess of blue.

Lance shouted out as he felt the unbearably tight pressure surround his cock as Clair’s walls clamped down on him, riding out her own bliss. Scrunching his eyes tight enough to see blood and feel tears he felt his own orgasm ripped from his body and he came crashing in his cousin once more. Only this time he was painfully aware of it.

How had she managed to do this?

Perhaps it was a shame her love for him had mutated into this sadistic relationship she’d hold over him for the rest of their lives.


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A/N: … Lance stalks little children… because he’s a Paedophile… it’s the passage right of being a League Champion. They just have to be. Steven Stone is also a paedo 8D They both just keep popping up at you in the game. And I’ve written bastard!Lance… never done that before XD; The next one won’t have Lance involved though. Two in a row is enough, as much as I love him.

I have the next relationships figured out, but if there’s anything anybody particularly wants, then leave it in a review or email me or summat. Otherwise drop off a review on your way out. As usual, flames will be stored away for warmth in this bad weather… it’s England, what do you expect?

If someone doesn’t do some good Elite/GL pr0n soon I’m going to cry XD