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Plasma's Bride	By : Temerity Category: Pokemon > General Views: 7930 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Well, that's the last time I promise any sort of deadline. This chapter turned out enormous, so here's part one, I'll put up part two when I (Eventually) finish the thing. I have been sorely tempted to go back and change the whole lot into a first person narrative - my original plan was going to jump around in point of view between a few characters, but I think we'll be sticking with Amy. Thought for the day; do you usually prefer smut written in first or third person?

Amy fumbled one-handed at the Pokéball, her second once again firmly ensconced between her thighs. It was a surprisingly taxing challenge, to her lust addled mind. At torturous length, the sphere snapped open and her Krookodile was freed in a blast of white light.

There was no telling what was running through her Pokémon’s head at that moment. She certainly must have been a sight; chestnut hair plastered to her sweat-streaked brow, one hand buried beneath candy-striped panties, chest rising and falling expansively after her exertion. Tiberius simply stood, towered, above her kneeling form, gaze locked with hers. She lifted a hand, hesitantly and touched him, lightly, on the chest. He felt like fine sandpaper, and a light push was enough to send the stunned Krookodile to the ground.

The Pokémon stared, dumbstruck, as Amy groped for his rapidly hardening member. One part of him, at least, had a handle on what was about to happen. She wasted no time on pleasantries, spurred into action by an itch that had to be scratched, an ever deepening ache. Mounting the mighty beast, she kept her hand to his cock as she straddled his torso, gripping it like a drowning woman. It felt good in her hand. It felt right in her hand. She never wanted to let it go. Twitching her panties to one side, she plunged herself onto the massive rod. And came up short.

It was a simple gesture, but an effective one. A heavy, taloned fist seized her by the waist as she fell. The stop was sharp, abrupt. The brunette gasped in frustration, shapely hips writhing of their own accord, grinding her aching pussy against the object of her salvation, the huge cock that just barely parted her nether lips. Amy yearned for it, desperately. Fighting against the Krookodile’s grasp did her no good; she might as well try to push down the mountain she had just climbed out of the belly of. Forming a sentence took longer than it had any right to but somehow she got her sex-scrambled neurons aligned together for long enough to string together something vaguely coherent.

“Why?” she whined, through gritted teeth. “I know that you want me, Tiberius. I can feel that you want me.” Amy gave his throbbing prick a gentle squeeze, to punctuate her sentence. It jerked in response, almost tearing free of the girl’s grasp. An unconscious moan leapt to her lips and her eyes widened. The thing was primal, a force of nature. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined it inside her. “Look at me, Tiberius. Don’t you want to fuck me, to own me, to make me yours?” She ran her free hand across her curves, squeezing and caressing for emphasis.

“Dominate me, Tiberius.”

The last sentence oozed between her plump lips like honey, imbued with every ounce of sensuality and desire that she could force into it. The Pokémon gazed down at her, dark eyes cool and unmoved. Slowly, steadily, he began to force her upward, off his turgid member. A lance of fear stabbed through the brunette, cold and terrible. Tiberius didn’t need her, not like she needed him. He didn’t even want her. He was going to take his magnificent cock and he was going to leave, and she was going to have nothing. He set her down on the grass tenderly before regaining his feet. Stretching to his full height, he loomed above the girl.

“Please.”

It was little more than a whisper, but it was all she had. She still held his cock, her hand tiny against the mighty tool. It wasn’t until he knotted his claws through her hair and hauled it downward that she understood. Tiberius would fuck her, he would own her, and he would mould her into a mewling toy, a receptacle for his cock and his cum. But she had not yet earned that right. If she didn’t please him, she might never earn that right. She had offered herself to him and he had accepted, and their relationship had changed forever. Amy’s body set fire at the thought.

Pausing for a moment, she admired his cock. A harsh, angry red, it stood out boldly against his pale belly. A faint scent drifted to her, but she couldn’t quite place it. The sight of it sent tingles running up her spine; proud and tall, it was her altar, her idol. She prepared to worship before it. Hesitantly, still painfully aware that it would be taken from her if she failed to please him she flicked out her tongue and ran the tip slowly, blissfully from the base to the peak of his monument to masculinity. She could scarce believe how long the journey took her. Compared to the sandstone of his hide it was almost soft, perfectly smooth. Small hands slipped downward to fondle his sack, hefty globes overflowing the girl’s slim fingers. His monstrous rod lurched at that, returning to her upturned face with an audible slap. She gasped, butterflies of desire fluttering through her belly and simply enjoyed the weight, the heat of it running the length of her face.

Tiberius was a silent monolith, content to allow his trainer to explore his virility, tiny pink tongue licking, lapping across his rod. At length she turned her attention to the divine orbs that her hands were struggling to contain. There was a remarkable amount of ground to cover, even considering what little her fingers had managed to encompass. Nonetheless, she set to with gusto; soft lips and slim tongue licking and sucking their way across his exposed sack. It might have been her imagination, but she could almost feel the cum churning inside, the leviathan load that was building and straining for release. Her attentions, finally received a response from the enormous beast, a deep contented rumble from the depths of his throat.

Tightening his grip on her hair, he drew Amy slowly back up his length. She nuzzled at it as she went; plush lips lathering kisses across the shaft. Reaching eye level with the crown, she found a heavy pearl of precum, ripe and ready to fall. Eagerly she lapped it up, her mouth flooding with the taste of exotic spices; cinnamon and cardamom, ginger and ginseng. From her vantage, the intimidating length of the enormous cock suddenly became acutely clear to her. The brunette swallowed, unsure, as Tiberius tugged gently, insistently at her hair. Timidly, she planted a soft kiss on the massive head, held it for a moment. Soft lips parted as she began to take him into her mouth, a lance of fear stabbing into the girl as she realised quite how big the Pokémon’s cock really was. Drawing back slightly, she pumped his cock with long, double handed strokes while she firmed her resolve. The Krookodile lost patience, grunted in annoyance and forced the entire head into her mouth, stretching her plump lips wide around his girth. Amy’s vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears at the sudden intrusion.

Apparently having been given a moment to adjust to his size, Amy took the opportunity to shift onto elbows and knees while her talented tongue lashed the sensitive underside of his cock. Heavy breasts brushing the grass and panty-clad rump raised skyward, it made a better position to worship Tiberius’s low-slung cock. There was an insistent tugging at the back of her neck as the Pokémon slipped a taloned digit beneath her collar, then a sound of ripping fabric as he simply shredded the back of her shirt. Amy quickly shrugged out of the sleeves as the garment fell into tatters and then unsnapped her bra before he could destroy that, too. The Krookodile’s rod pulsed and twitched in her mouth as she lavished it with attention, tracing the underside with her long tongue as she attempted to force more of the massive member into her greedy mouth. Spit and precum dripped from the corners of her mouth as she gagged on his cock, despoiling her pretty face. A deep bass chuckle resounded in the beast’s throat as he watched his beautiful trainer desperately attempt to impale her throat on his length. Amy glared up at him through watering eyes, mascara starting to run down her face and join with the slime being forced from her mouth. She made another, valiant attempt at driving the blunt head of his massive rod into her throat. Gagging, the trainer pulled back, smothering the underside of the Pokémon’s prodigious length with sloppy kisses as she gasped for breath.

It was easier when she went down once more, his cock slipping between his lips and filling her mouth as if they were made for each other. She moaned in satisfaction, feeling complete in a way that she never had before. Coming up short once again, Amy gagged as the head of his cock tried to shove its way into her narrow throat. This time, though, Tiberius seized the girl by her hair, placed his other hand across her curvaceous rear and thrust, slowly but insistently. Gagging violently, eyes overflowing with tears, completely unable to breathe, Amy felt a thrill of accomplishment as her throat opened for the enormous intruder. Drumming his tail on the ground, the Pokémon roared in pleasure at his dominance of the slim brunette. The Krookodile let her set the pace for a time, choking down near two thirds of his massive cock before drawing back to breathe. Each time she drew back a fresh pulse of precum would fill her mouth, outlandish spices overwhelming her with flavour. Humming in satisfaction, Amy proclaimed her devotion to the mighty beast with lips, tongue and throat.

A tightening of the claws in her hair was all the warning she got, then she went to pull back for air and found herself fighting against Tiberius’s iron grasp. She tensed, then relaxed, allowing him to enjoy her throat at his leisure. It wasn’t until he began to thrust forward again, slowly easing his enormous rod into the depths of her slim throat that she understood. Reaching up with one elegant hand, she seized him by one muscular hip and began to aid his efforts, tears streaming from her eyes as his length disappeared between her lips torturously slowly, inch by inch. The brunette’s lungs were screaming at her for air and her chin was a solid mess of spit and precum by the time she realised that she could go no further. A hopeful glance up at her master through heavy lashes revealed a solid face, implacable. She knew he would let her breathe either way. But this was her test, to prove herself.

A fresh wave of determination flooded through her. Drawing back a half inch, she forced her head down again. Tiberius’s hand fell free of her hair; it was her task, now. It took an effort of will not to simply tear herself off his cock at that moment, to fill her burning lungs with as much air as they would take, then to collapse sobbing, a broken gasping thing, undeserving of the Krookodile’s touch. But she had not come this far just to quit now. The world was going black by the time her nose brushed against his rough belly. At that, Tiberius hauled her up himself. Lungs filling with cool sweet air, spit and cum dripping from her chin and covering her lovely breasts, Amy couldn’t help the beaming smile that crossed her face as she gazed up at the Krookodile adoringly.

She was his. She had earned that right.
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