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The Rape of Misty	By : TimedWatcher Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 18327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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You propped yourself up, clicking on a nearby lamp. "Thanking me for what?"
"Pah..." She released you from her lips, a bit of drool following your penis, which she wiped from her chin. "Taking me in... and... other things..." Her eyes flicked to your penis, then away, as she blushed.
You exhaled. "I had a long day to think about you and what I did." Misty looked up to you with wide eyed earnestness, an innocence. Like she'd believe anything you told her, as she hung on your every word. "I don't know if there's a real way to make amends for what I did. I did dishonor you. This doesn't feel right." You were lying, obviously. Her mouth felt amazing.
"Are... are you saying... you never want to have sex with me again?" She sounded so disappointed.
Your voice softened. "Noooo. I'm not saying that. I just... want to do it when the time is right for you? Okay? Maybe when you're older." You hoped she'd understand.
But you forgot you were talking to a preteen girl.
Misty got feisty, slapping a hand over her chest. "I am old enough, mister!" Without your permission, she picked you up and stuffed you back into her mouth. Her eyelids perfectly slicing those green eyes of hers in an angry fashion, as you moaned in response.
She held you there, not moving, as if proving a point; even though you could see the way her eyes began to water.
"Glk... fwah~... shee?" Misty slurred, but corrected herself right after. "I know what I'm doing."
"Then you know you're not done, right?" Misty looked like she had seen a gengar, as she seemed about ready to faint. Seemed she could handle it while trying to prove a point or while you're asleep, but now, not so much.
"Teh heh, uhmmm..." Picking you up again, she held you like a sandwich she didn't want to eat, edging it closer and closer to her lips, all while you watched. Misty's small face, small hands and even smaller mouth made your prick seem even bigger, as she ran her tongue meekly up your shaft, flapping it against your glans, similar to how a kitten might with a finger that smelled of magikarp meat.
To an outside observer, her actions would seem inefficient - but to you, it was why you sought her in the first place. That inexperience in her youth that attracted you initially was on full display here as she plied her limited knowledge of blowjobs. She wasn't some porn star hungry for cock, she was just a timid girl searching for your approval.
"Are you okay to do more?" You asked in a gasping breath.
She nodded with enthusiasm, but then got serious, as Misty looked at it like it were an alien artifact, as Misty took time to think about how to handle you. First, she ran your dick across her mouth like a toothbrush, kissing it, experimenting. "Mwah... mmmmoi." Misty then began whapping it against her lips, precum spraying on her young and pretty face, as she then started taking bolder licks, even outright sticking the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue on it. She even remembered she had hands, and even threw those in sometimes, but would always get tired, and go back to using her mouth. As she slurped and sucked you, you could see the wet line of her progress get lower and lower on your length, but you still weren't sure she was gonna do it. "Gllllllrk." She gagged, then shook her head in a rapid way, before rocketing back, a sloppy line from her your cock to her lip following.
"You okay?"
Misty pulled at some hair caught in her mouth. "Pwah~... yes. Thank you for asking." Her voice was sweet and appreciative while doing something so dirty, looking up to you with your penis wielded in both her hands.
Before long, she was bobbing up and down like it was nothing. Your toes curled. "Misty, I'm gonna cum." You declared in a grunt.
"Let me get ready!" She pushed away, her hands hands now limp on her legs. You stood up, firmly holding your erection, stroking it inches away from the young girl's features. "Ahhhh..." She held her mouth open for you with her tongue out; her chin subtly bouncing along as she followed the way you jerked yourself to make sure she caught it.
You groaned deeply as you painted her face in spurts, the initial volley heavy, before tapering off. Misty had tried to keep her eyes open so she could see you do it, but they fluttered fast and closed, a natural reaction to your speedy ejaculate. Creamy lumps stewed on her eyes, nose and cheeks, before dripping down slowly, as Misty cupped her hands and held them beneath her face to catch the drops that didn't go anywhere near her mouth.
She sat like a statue, almost absorbing your essence through her pores, before a lone eye flickered open, her eyelashes sticky. "I thought you were gonna use watergun, not hydro pump."
The corner of your lip raised, letting her know you got it. "You should probably get cleaned up... but forget that guest bedroom. You're sleeping with me tonight." She sprang up with excitement, that she tried to downplay right after, bowing her head to you, before running out and to your bathroom. You laid there, waiting and listening to the way she quickly used the sink.
Returning, she leapt into your bed like she had a bad dream. Lifting your sheet with a revealing panache, she dashed underneath it; presenting herself to you with her back turned, as you wrapped your hand around her middle, forcing her into you, as she ground her bottom into your groin. She was so light, her ribs visible like her skin could barely hold them, as you touched them and counted them in a row.
The position for you was uncomfortable, but for her, that look of contentment never left her face, as the quiet stirrings of sleep left her nose.
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Misty was incredibly apple cheeked, unable to look at you, like she were getting a needle. "Are you done yet?" Misty's legs were splayed open wide, her supple red knees flat against the bed at both sides, like you were prepared to do something else with the young virgin.
Yet still, you couldn't help but admire the vision: Not a single pube dared sprout here yet; hairless and pure looking.
It felt like you were doing surgery trying to aim the adhesive strip, your brow sweating and your fingers trembling. The watermelon green with pink thunderbolts design pinched between your thumb and fingers. You had to act fast, otherwise it would lose its stickiness. It seemed silly to be doing this, but it felt like the only way you could stop yourself from officially making her your wife.
The closed and tight looking labia lips did half the work, like a seam, you started at the bottom and worked your way to the top, applying a sealing swipe when you were done. You checked your work: The bandaid covered up her young slit perfectly. Misty looked down with surprise, pressing her stomach even flatter in hopes of getting a better look at what you did; then fanning her legs back and forth to see how it felt.
Then she looked at you. "What... what are you staring at?"
You stumbled a bit. "It's... it's cute."
Misty smirked.
She folded her knees inward, before hooking them back, as she presented herself to you, her flexing pink anus now visible as well. "Want to take it off?"
You went to work with a third leg that morning.
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