Ash\'s Revenge

Chapter Five

It was quite a while before Ash decided to head back home. He had cooled off enough flying through the crisp evening spring air on Charizard\'s back. Misty had once taught him how to meditate, to visualize crystal clear water cleansing his mind, body and soul. He found that it worked to some extent now, yet in reality he only felt better because it was something his significant other had taught him how to do. Nonetheless, compared to the rage boiling over in him before, he felt much better after a long ride on his Pokémon\'s back. It was fully dark at the moment; billions of tiny stars dotted the blackened sky in an endless array of twinkles. He felt alive up here, hundreds of feet above the foaming ocean waves. Extending his arms outwards, he let the brisk sea wind hit his body full force. It sent chills down his spine and covered his bare arms in goose bumps. He was almost in a pre-orgasmic state; he felt his heart being lifted… Gods, it felt great to be this alive! Inhaling deeply he sighed and lowered his head down to Charizard\'s, so that the fire type could hear his trainer\'s commands.

“Hey buddy, why don\'t we head back home now?”

Charizard nodded and snorted his consent, turning the opposite direction in a graceful glide. Now the many lights of the once tiny Pallet Town came into view. It was strange how such a tiny homely town like Pallet could develop into a much bigger community over the past six years since Ash had left her behind. Everything he knew seemed to be changing right before his eyes, and it was difficult to say whether he liked the new or the old better. He could see the bright lights of the red and white Pokémon Center in the distance, tomorrow was another day at work, that he would thoroughly enjoy, perhaps he should bring Misty with him so she wouldn\'t be all alone all day. Now Ash\'s cute little one story house was coming quickly into view.

“Do me a favor Charizard, and land in the backyard ok? We\'re going to sneak in through the bedroom window.” Ash then added in a mumble: “Knowing my mother, she\'s probably waiting up for me on the couch.” Which the huge fire type Pokémon grunted a hearty laugh at.

A few moments later, trainer and Pokémon had landed safely on the soft grass in the backyard. Ash recalled the large dragon into his Poké Ball for a well deserved rest and made his way to his and Misty\'s bedroom windows. He found that the one nightstand light between their beds was on casting a soft glow in the small bedroom, the low lamp had the effect of candles dancing on the walls. Misty was wearing one of Ash\'s black t-shirts, her large belly stretching the fabric. She was sitting up against the headboard, feet up on two pillows and he could see that the only thing under the t-shirt were her panties. In her hands were the two knitting needles from before, the beginnings of something Ash couldn\'t quite make out between them. She worked slowly, glancing at the book by her side every now and again, the two long needles gliding effortlessly by her slender fingers. Ash\'s sighed.

“God… she\'s beautiful.”

Escaping his daze, he gently tapped the glass, and was thankful that Pikachu perked up his ears sensing his best friend near by. It was he who opened the window for Ash, motioning for Misty to stay put, placing her legs back on the pillows. Once safely inside the room, Ash closed the window and took a few seconds to close the curtains as well. He didn\'t like the fact that it had been so easy to spy on his own wife from outside. Not that the neighbors would be able to mind you. Everything was gated, and locked, and the house next door was several yards away.

(Ash!) Pikachu jumped into his best friend\'s arms lovingly. The adolescent hugged back tightly, giving him a good rub between the ears.

(Daddy…) Togepi muttered in her sleep and closed herself back into her shell.

Ash sat down on Misty\'s bed, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear and giving her lips a soft kiss.

“Hey.” He whispered huskily. He bent his head to kiss her tummy, as Misty ran her fingertips through his hair after placing her knitting down beside her.

“Don\'t ever do that again.” She was mumbling and seemed to be on the verge of crying, trying to hold back her tears.

“I\'m sorry.” He brought her up for a strong embrace. “I couldn\'t let you see me like that. I just had to calm down… alone.”

Misty inhaled the scent of the ocean lingering on her husbands skin.

“And you went flying over the sea?” She smiled and rubbed her large belly. “I can smell it all over you.” She sighed, sitting carefully back on her bed. “I haven\'t seen a single body of water in ages.”

“I know Mist, I\'ve been busy lately. Tell you what? How would you like to go wadding in the pool at the Pokémon Center tomorrow? It\'s inside and well heated for the recovering Pokémon, I\'m sure Corsula and Psyduck would enjoy themselves.”

“I\'d love that.” She smiled up at him.

“Good.” He kissed her on the forehead.

They gazed at each other for a few moments before Misty placed her hands lightly on Ash\'s face, pulling him as close as she could get for a passionate kiss. She ran her tongue over his lips, begging for entrance unto his moist mouth. Ash\'s hands were meanwhile inching their way up under the tight shirt she was wearing; he needed to feel her milky smooth skin under his fingertips. Their breathing was quickly becoming heavier and Misty was wasting no time getting into Ash\'s pants. He moaned right into her mouth, practically gasping as her cool hand touched his erection.

Pikachu watched the couple with a pleasant smile on his face, well that is until they became more passionate. He was happy that they were so in love, yet he also knew when the teenage couple needed privacy. And at that moment, they definitely needed the privacy. He nudged his “sister” Togepi who was still happily snoozing in the middle of Misty\'s bed. Together they walked out of the room, checking to make sure that no one was guarding the door in the hallway. Pikachu knew that Mrs. Ketchum was still sitting quietly on the couch in the living room. Therefore, knowing all too well that the middle aged woman was always happy to see the electric mouse, regardless of circumstances, he brought the half sleeping egg into the living room and sat her right on Delia\'s lap.

“Oh!” She woke up with a start, having dozed off a few moments ago. “Oh… Pikachu, Togepi.” She straightened herself and took them both in her arms. “Where are Ash and Misty?” The electric type didn\'t answer, and instead began nudging his head under her hand, begging to be petted. Togepi was already sound asleep on her “grandmother\'s” lap. “You were always such a friendly Pokémon.” Delia stated and happily petted her son\'s best friend completely forgetting her son.

In the bedroom the couple was still sharing fevered kisses. Ash had noticed Pikachu and Togepi leave and hastily locked the door, not wanting the Pokémon or anyone else for that matter, walking in on them. Although, Ash still had no idea that his own mother was indeed in the house, waiting to see him. He turned back from the door to find his wife had taken off her t-shirt and now lay only in her panties on the bed, waiting patiently for him to return to his ministrations. For a single instant Ash suddenly felt extremely guilty at the sight of Misty\'s rounded belly heavy with their unborn child. His conscious tore at his awareness, forcing him to wonder if he should be doing this with her. He almost felt as if he was taking advantage of her. She noticed his changed facial expressions and sat slowly up never taking her eyes off him or the bulge in his unzipped pants. Misty needed him, she couldn\'t remember ever being this aroused before, hormones sure were fickle little things.

“What\'s wrong Ash?” She whispered, suddenly feeling self conscious of her pregnancy as he continued to stare at her tummy.

“I… uh, Misty… I don\'t want to hurt you or the baby. So I… I think we should stop this, before… before I can\'t stop myself.”

“Oh…” She nodded and reached for Ash\'s black t-shirt and put it back on, rubbing her tummy in the process of covering it.

She repositioned herself in order to get under the covers and it was then that Ash noticed the large wet spot on her white undies. If it was at all possible, he grew harder and breathed in deeply from the tight pressure in his pants. He sighed and made his way to the master bathroom.

“I\'m just going to…”

Misty cut him off.

“No Ash…” Her voice was filled with lust. “Please… sit here with me… let me help.”

“No, it would be unfair to you.”

“Ash, just because I\'m pregnant doesn\'t mean that you can\'t touch me. God Ash… I want to feel you inside me… I need to… it\'s like my body is aching for your touch.”

She stood up to kiss him and gently released his hard member from the confines of his boxers and slacks. She moved her hand along the length of his cock as her thumb made small circles on the head.

“Are you sure you\'re alright with…”

Misty silenced him with a kiss, when they pulled away; Ash began unbuttoning his work shirt. Misty took the cue and once again removed the aforementioned t-shirt, this time sliding off her panties as well. Her scent flooded Ash\'s nostrils and he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. They continued their kissing, running their hands over each other\'s naked bodies. Ash\'s erection was standing full attention against the lower part of Misty\'s belly, it\'s hot read head already glistening with pre-cum. Misty still had a firm grip on its base, massaging it with her fingertips now spreading the pre-cum around; Ash\'s moans were being muffled in his wife\'s mouth. He felt like enough was enough and decided to torture her as pay back. Very carefully, he began rubbing her swollen nipples, gently pinching them between his index finger and thumb. They were extremely sensitive due to the pregnancy, but the reaction from his lover\'s lips was more than anticipated. Misty practically screamed out her moan and Ash found himself being roughly pushed onto his own bed, his wife crawling on top of him. She positioned herself with some difficulty over his lovely shaft and guided it hastily into her slick opening. The couple moaned simultaneously. Misty was much tighter than Ash remembered, her walls were clamping around his cock as she moved herself slowly, yet steadily up and down. Her hands were planted firmly on his stomach helping her lift on and off his dick. She was so wet that they both could hear it along with their own gasps and moans. The ebony haired adolescent couldn\'t resist dipping a fingertip in, lightly tickling her clit and sucking off the sweet juices. The sensation was absolutely wonderful, and would have brought Misty over the edge, yet she was determined not to give in so soon. She could feel her husbands balls tighten just under her ass cheeks, his head was tipped back against the pillows, she could see that his eyes were tightly shut and he was still gently sucking his finger. The pregnant young woman couldn\'t keep from smiling; she absolutely loved having this much power over her husband. He was beginning to thrust harder underneath her, desperately seeking his release, yet unbeknownst to him, it was bringing her a great deal of discomfort.

“Ash…” She suddenly gasped. “Please, stop… God… it hurts.”

In a heartbeat, his motions ceased and he carefully lifted his wife off of him. The beginnings of tears were in her sapphire eyes and she could see that there was nothing but concern present in his chocolate ones.

“You alright?” He whispered breathlessly, his voice low, deep and soothing the red head to the core. “Shh…” He smoothed her hair back and brought her to sit in his lap. “I\'m so sorry Mist, I didn\'t mean to… I just lost control for a second.” He slid his hand down between her legs, noticing how she closed her eyes and sighed, and he slowly fingered her into a quivering orgasm.

“Ash…” She mumbled, laying her head down on his shoulder. Misty felt so safe in his arms, nodding off to sleep with the smell of the ocean still lingering in his ebony hair.

“I love you…” He muttered into her ear as his left hand caressed her pregnant belly. “I love you both.”

He laid his wife down to sleep in her bed after taking off the objects that littered it. He fluffed her pillows and tucked her naked sleeping form beneath the warm and cozy covers. He wished they had a bed to share, but this was the furniture that came with the house. Perhaps after the baby was born he\'d buy them a nice new queen size so they could snuggle up closely together. He closed the light on the nightstand between their beds, and made his own way under the covers. Ash tried to close his eyes and fall asleep, but his erection wouldn\'t let him. His hand seemed to move on it\'s own accord down his stomach to his hardened member. His cock was still covered in Misty\'s juices. Deciding to work slowly, his right hand messaged up and down the length of his penis, while his left moved from caressing his chest and abs to his thighs. It had been along time indeed since the last time he had masturbated, but he sure as hell wasn\'t out of practice. He just had to imagine Misty\'s hands doing this to him, her small slender hands running all over his body and her sweet moist lips kissing his cock. He sped up his motions as his fantasy played out in his mind. He loved being naked under the blankets, all his sensitive areas brushing up against the sheets, it felt forbidden, and God was it a turn on. His nipples seemed to feel the best on the woven cotton, they were hard and he gingerly stroked one then the other with a rough fingertip. Soft and tiny sighs were escaping his pouted lips now, he was trying to be silent for Misty\'s sake, although the thought of being caught jerking off by his own wife was exhilarating, the pregnant red head needed her sleep. The muscles in his body were tensing, his left hand had moved down and now held his balls as they tightened. All too soon it seemed, he shot his load all over his stomach and sheets, crying out Misty\'s name in the process. Ash closed his eyes; he was spent. His body slowly relaxed and his breathing became more steady and measured. He drifted off to sleep that night thinking of Misty and loving the sheer fact that he was covered in his own life bearing semen.

To Be Continued...