Call of the Wind

Dislaimer: I do not own Pokémon. I'm just having a little fun with it, that's all.


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Call of the Wind


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"Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried, her body jostled forward by the driving thrusts of her lover. Her hands gripped the fragrant grass underneath her, a few blades tickling her breasts.

Behind her, he growled, pumping into her hard and fast. {{ Come, little one. Come for me... }}

"Oh! I..I'm coming!" she shrieked, feeling the familiar tremors of release spreading through her belly. "Suicune!"

With a snarl, he surged into her a final time. His cock strained against her womb, his seed rushing out with each delicious pulse. Suicune growled, shuddering as he peaked, the girl beneath him whimpering and crying out in ecstasy.

Yes, she truly was a delight...


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"No!" she shouted, tears in her eyes. "No! I won't!"

Suicune looked down at her, his red eyes glowing with slight irritation.

The girl was being unreasonable, openly defying him and yelling at him. She would have to learn that certain matters were not for her to decide. But, he could understand her objections. Sighing, he lowered his head to her level, looking deeply into her troubled eyes.

{{ Naiya, }} he thought soothingly. {{ You must go home. }}

"I don't want to!" she cried, nervously gripping the hem of her dress.

She'd put it back on earlier, after he'd dried it for her, only because he had insisted, gruffly stating that the sight of her flesh made it difficult for him to concentrate. Had she know what he would want to talk about, she'd have stayed naked, shattering his control.

{{ Listen to me, }} he murmured. {{ Your body is weak, still new to mating. Even now, your legs are trembling, are they not? }}

Grudgingly, she nodded. Her body was achy, as if she had run a long distance, taking part in activities her muscles were not used to. Albeit, pleasurable, mind-numbing activities, but they left her with little strength all the same.

"But...we...we did it two times today," she stammered, blushing wildly.

Suicune growled, inwardly smiling at her timid, yet arousing, statement. They had mated again, shortly after she woke from her nap. He'd found himself too tempted by her flesh to leave her alone. Which was why she was clothed now, his attention restored as she argued against going back to her home for more rest.

{{ Yes, we did, }} he purred, nuzzling the sweet curve of her neck. {{ Your stamina is...admirable, but the second time left you even weaker than before and you slept longer. }}

She sighed, rubbing the furry planes of his face. "I don't want to leave you," she whispered, kissing his nose. "I want to stay."

Pleased by her answer, he gathered her close, his forelegs encompassing her form as they both lay on the ground. Tilting her head back, she looked up at him, her eyes soft with emotion.

{{ I'd rather keep you with me, as well, }} he grumbled. {{ But, you need rest, and if you stay here with me, I can't guarantee you'll get any. }}

Naiya smiled, giddy at the implication that he wouldn't be able to stop touching her. "I see," she whispered. "You want me too much."

It wasn't a question, and it was undeniably true.

{{ Mmm... }} he purred, licking her cheek, unable to resist tasting her.

"But I hate it there," she confessed, gazing blankly at the sky. "My mother doesn't want me and there's nothing worth staying for."

Suicune stilled, pulling back to look into her eyes.

He was not familiar with the human way of raising offspring, but he doubted it was normal for children to sound as miserable as she had just now. He wondered briefly what type of woman Naiya's mother was, and what she had done to her, to cause such a reaction.

Also, the thought of leaving her, not being able to see her again, did not appeal to him either. If the girl did not wish to dwell at home any longer, then, by all means, she would have to stay with him. He thought the matter over.

{{ Very well, }} he concluded. {{ After you have rested, if you wish it, I will take you away with me... }}

Naiya gasped, staring up at him with wonder. "You mean it?"

He nodded, a canine smirk on his face. {{ Yes...but you may end up feeling much weaker then...Perhaps several times a day... }} he finished on a purr, red eyes glowing faintly.

She laughed, reaching up to hold his muzzle in her hands. "I think I can live with that," she stated, bringing his head down for a long, wet kiss.

Above them, the sun slowly began its descent, the air cooling in the early evening sky.


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{{ I'll leave you now, }} he grumbled, hovering just outside her window. {{ Gather whatever you wish to bring and meet me in the clearing tomorrow, *after* you've had your rest. }}

"Alright," she murmured, leaning against the windowsill. "Are you sure you don't want to come in?" Her eyes were dark, sinfully inviting.

Suicune bit back a growl, amazed by how easily she aroused him. Even on the ride back to her home, he'd been maddened by the feel of her, bare against the fur of his back. And the little minx hadn't helped it, rubbing her lower body playfully against his spine.

{{ I'm sure, }} he answered, eyeing her hungrily. {{ Rest now, little one. }}

Naiya nodded, kissing his nose briefly before he turned and flew away. Sighing contentedly, she sat there, watching as his glittering form disappeared into the darkening sky.

A few minutes later, she heard the dull roar of a motor coming towards the house. Startled, she glanced at the clock. Her mother was back early.

Rushing to her closet, Naiya pulled out some underwear and a new dress, quickly putting them on. Unlocking her door, she ran downstairs and hurried into the kitchen. Taking some vegetables and meat from the fridge, she started to prepare dinner, her heart racing.

After a moment, the front door unlocked and her mother stepped into the hall, stamping her feet on a rug. In the kitchen, Naiya's hands shook as she washed the vegetables, a nervous tremor running up her spine.

From the sound of her mother's footsteps, she wasn't as drunk as she usually was. In the past, if her mother came back from town sober, it meant bad news for her. Usually a slap or two and no dinner, just because she was in a foul mood.

'Not anymore,' Naiya thought hopefully. 'By this time tomorrow, I'll be far away from here, with Suicune.'

Her mother walked into the kitchen. Dressed in a gray traveling coat, the older woman held a brown paper bag under each arm. She was frowning as she placed the bags on the kitchen table, the contents jostled slightly.

"Good to see you're doing something productive," her mother greeted sourly, taking out a bottle of vodka from one sack. "You've been lazing around too much lately."

Naiya kept silent, methodically cleaning and preparing the vegetables for a stew. She was use to it, after all. Her mother would insult her, eat some food, and then banish her upstairs so she could drink, as usual.

Which was why she was surprised when her mother did not immediately start drinking, instead moving to put the bottle in a cabinet under the kitchen counter. Naiya stared at her, confused by her actions.

"That idiot lawyer is coming tomorrow," her mother spat bitterly, closing the cabinet door. "I forgot about the damned interview until I got the letter in town." She pulled an envelope from her coat pocket, waving it accusingly at her daughter. "Just what I need now, another fool in this house!"

Naiya's eyes glinted, understanding dawning in their blue depths.

The lawyer her father had entrusted with the income for them would be visiting then. Every year, a kind old gentleman named Mr. Kramer would stop by their house and interview them, her and her mother.

The interview was meant to determine if she was being properly cared for, only then would he authorize the monthly checks in her mother's name. If it had ever been found that she was neglected, she would be wisked away to a foster home, her mother left penniless.

Because of this, no matter how much her mother hated her, the older woman made sure never to leave any lasting marks on her and fed her regularly. She'd also made sure to frighten her out of wishing for a foster home, telling her chilling tales of people who secretly used children for labor and "favors", all for extra money.

She'd never really understood what "favors" were, but had taken the warnings to heart. And, as much as Naiya hated to admit it, she'd rather have put up with her mother than live with strangers. She'd never made any indication she wanted to live anywhere else.

That was how things had been ever since.

"You'll eat 'til you're full tonight," her mother grumbled, pulling out several packages from the other sack. "That damned bastard might think I'm starving you again."

This was also expected, her mother suddenly buying more food and medicine to put into their cupboards, all to keep up the appearance that she was a doting parent who cared about her child's health.

"You'll wear the dress I gave you last month," her mother commanded. "Last time, that idiot mentioned that you dressed in old rags. Said some shit about there being enough money to buy you new clothes. Don't know why it matters, since you're never going to go anywhere."

Naiya ignored the rest of her mother's rant, dutifully cooking the stew.

Her mother had given her one of her older going-out dresses last month. It was a pink, long sleeved dress with a darker pink overlayed lattice bodice. It was simple and airy, the hem ending just above her knees.

It was too nice to use during housework, so she'd never worn it. It looked like she'd get a chance to after all.

"You'll wake up early and prepare breakfast," her mother went on. "He'll probably get here by mid-morning. And make sure to tell him how well you've been studying! I don't want that bastard insisting I send you to school again."

"Yes, mother," she answered quietly, adding the meat to the stew.

During a visit a few years ago, Mr. Kramer had been surprised to learn her mother hadn't sent her to school. Naiya could read, of course, but was ignorant of the other subjects children regularly learned about, besides Pokémon.

Instead of heeding the lawyer's firm suggestions to enter her into a local school, her mother had applied for an at-home study program instead. She didn't want her daughter getting any "ideas" from other children, or anyone else for that matter.

Over the years, she'd learned some science, history, and math from the pamphlets mailed to their house, but nothing terribly interesting. Going to a proper school would have probably been just as boring.

"I'm going to change, put the rest of this away," her mother stated. "And clean up your room before you go to sleep. The bastard might think I'm letting you live in a sty."

Naiya gritted her teeth, nodding as her mother headed upstairs. Of course, her room was always spotless.

'By this time tomorrow,' she repeated to herself. 'I'll be far away from here, with Suicune.'


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Dredger did not like the outdoors.

He had grown up in large towns, devoid of actual rambling forests and wildlife. He'd gone to school and studied law in even bigger cities, only a spattering of trees here and there. And he preferred it that way.

He was an urbanite, through and through.

Which was why he absolutely hated where he was now, traveling past what seemed like miles of trees, and, gods help him, mountains! Sneering at the landscape, he drove on, intent on reaching his destination and leaving quickly after the business was done.

'Why'd that bloody old Kramer have to croak?' he wonder disgustingly. 'Now, of all times, when I could be in a casino, drinking scotch and scoring some ass.'

In his late twenties, Dredger was known for being a sharp, sometimes cruel, attorney. Out to get the biggest cases, all for the money and fame. Interested only in pleasing himself.

He scoffed at "human interests" lawyers like Kramer who accepted every "bleeding heart" case that fell on their desks. And here *he* was, cutting into his vacation time to pick up his dead colleague's last case.

'I'll be thankful to hand this load over to someone else,' he thought, pulling up in front of a simple, two story house. 'Then, I can get back to bangin' that cute blond waitress...'

Looking over the house, he stepped down from his car. His gray business suit gleamed in the morning sunlight. Another thing he didn't like: waking up before noon.

Pulling a folder from his briefcase, Dredger read through the files on Kramer's last case.

Something about an old broad and her daughter living off a yearly income left behind by her dead husband. He was suppose to make sure the girl was healthy, well cared for. If she was, approve the checks for her mother.

Apparently, this had been going on for many years.

But, wait, there was a new element this year.

Since the girl was now eighteen, an adult, she was also provided a portion of the money left behind. A nice, sizeable amount, in fact.

'What the hell do I care,' he shrugged, tossing the folder back into the case. 'They can do whatever the heck they want with it. Country yokels.'

Walking to the door, he knocked twice, waiting impatiently for someone to answer the door. About a minute later, an older woman answered the door, glaring at him warily.

She could have once been called pretty, but obviously the years hadn't been kind. Her slightly pale skin was heavily lined, like she frowned a lot. Her hair was a dull black, several strands faded gray and white. Her eyes were a dark, harsh blue.

"Who're you?" she demanded, not bothering with niceties.

"Good morning," he greeted with practiced ease. "I'm Mr. Dredger, the lawyer taking Mr. Kramer's place."

"Where is the old bastard?" she spat, mistrust in her eyes.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Kramer died yesterday," he answered, eyeing the woman with distaste. "Heart failure."

The woman snorted. "Well, at least the idiot won't be harping at me anymore." She glanced at him appraisingly. "You here to interview us then?"

He nodded, quickly becoming bored. "Yes, ma'am. Could I come in?"

With a grunt, she opened the door further, letting him into the house. A moment later, he was seated on a couch in a small living room. The woman sat in a chair across from him.

"So," she stated, feeling downright surly for lack of alcohol in her system. "You know what to do or what?"

"I believe I'm suppose to interview your daughter, then you," he answered, pulling out the folder from his briefcase. "It's all in here."

"Fine," she snorted, rising from the chair. She made her way down a hall towards the back of the house.

"Naiya!" she called into the kitchen. "Come into the living room."

Dredger looked up just as a young woman entered the room. His eyes focused on her immediately, less than lawyerly thoughts forming in his mind.

The girl, Naiya, was slim and nicely curved. The pink dress she wore accented her creamy complexion. Her face was very pretty, large blue eyes set above rosy cheeks and a small mouth. But, it was below her face where he spent most of his time looking.

Her breasts were full and ripe, the dark pink bodice of her dress showing just a hint of the creamy orbs. Her waist was dainty and small, tapering down to legs that were long and slim, calves nicely rounded, from the looks of what the skirt left bare. He bet her ass was just as good-looking, firm and young.

These thoughts flitted through his mind and he almost didn't catch her quietly worded question.

"W-Where's Mr. Kramer?" she asked, her voice achingly innocent, blue eyes wide and confused.

Dredger snapped into the role of the perfect gentleman, still thinking about what lay beneath the girl's dress.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Kramer passed away yesterday," he murmured, standing up to gallantly seat her on the couch. "I'm Mr. Dredger, I'll be taking over your case for him from now on."

The girl looked up at him, worry in her eyes. "He died?"

"So, what?" her mother grumbled from the hall, peering at her sharply. "No loss to us, since this lawyer's come to take his place."

Dredger watched that girl lower her head, obviously uncomfortable with a stranger in the house. He quickly thought up a suitable response.

"He was a nice man," he answered, looking towards the older woman. "If you'll excuse us, ma'am. I'll begin the interview."

Grunting again, the mother left, walking towards the kitchen. Watching her leave, Dredger's lascivious thoughts about her daughter returned. Turning towards the girl, he studied her timid behavior, his gaze again focusing on her breasts.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, picking up the folder. "Let's begin, shall we?"

Over the next several minutes, Naiya answered his questions, a bit hesitantly at first. He seemed like a nice man, speaking to her softly. He was somewhat handsome, with his dark hair slicked back and strong facial features. But, his eyes were cold, a sharp piercing black.

She felt uncomfortable sitting next to him, his thigh occassionally brushing against hers. The way he kept staring at her didn't help her relax either. She caught him looking down at her chest several times.

Finally, the interview was over. But, as she excused herself, he held her arm back, stopping her from leaving the couch. Obviously, he had more questions to ask.

"Tell me, Naiya," he breathed, leaning in closer to her. "Do you get out much? Have any friends?"

She tensed slightly. "Um...no, actually, I don't."

"It must get lonely, then," he cooed, sliding a hand along the back of the couch to rest behind her head. "Just you and your mom, right?"

Naiya was finding it more and more difficult to breath. "Sometimes."

"Hmm...So, you've never been anywhere? Done anything?"

She didn't feel like answering his question. His leg was rubbing against hers, the feeling unnerving her. Whatever this man was trying to do, she didn't like it.

It was nothing like Suicune's touch.

"Has anybody ever...touched you?" he mumbled, his hand resting rather heavily on her knee, slowly making its way underneath her skirt, up her thigh...

Flustered and disgusted, she leapt from the couch, wrapping her arms around herself defensively. She stared at him warily.

"I...I think I better call my mom in," she stated, backing up into the hall. "You'll want to interview her, too."

Not waiting for an answer, she fled the room. Ducking briefly into the kitchen to speak to her mother, she made her way upstairs to her room, absently rubbing her arms to get rid of the unpleasant feeling the man's caresses left behind.

No, it had been nothing like Suicune's touch.

Back in the living room, Dredger rubbed at his crotch, his semi-hard erection rising against his trousers. He smirked.

Damn, the girl's skin had been soft, and she smelled nice, too. From her reaction and her skittish behavior, it was apparent she was an innocent. A virgin no doubt.

That thought had him excited. He'd never had a virgin before, but he'd heard they were tight, just right for fuckin'. If she cried, that would be good too.

He'd always liked hearing women cry as he pounded into them. Yeah...

The mother walked into the living room then. He quickly put the folder in his lap, hiding his arousal.

"You done yet?" she asked testily. "Got anymore questions?"

Dredger studied her carefully. From her attitude, it seemed that she didn't like anyone much, even her own daughter. And he wanted the girl. This he could use...

Taking a cigarette case out of his coat pocket, he lit one and proceeded to smoke it, ignoring the older woman's questioning glare.

"Ma'am, I'm nothing like Kramer," he stated plainly, blowing a ring of smoke into the air. "So, let's cut to the chase. You want the monthly checks, right?"

Surprised, she sat across from him, watching him warily. "Yeah, so?"

"Your daughter is full grown now, a burden to a woman like you. After all, wouldn't you rather be shopping in town or attending parties?"

He'd read in the file that she came from a socialite background, falling from grace after giving birth to a poor Pokémon researcher's child. A pity, really.

She relaxed a bit after that, recognizing a kindred spirit in the man before her. "Yeah, but what with raising the brat and my husband putting limits on my income, I haven't been able to get out much." Her face twisted into a bitter mask of regret. "The damned weak fool."

Dredger decided to play his final card.

"Actually, your husband planned well regarding the money," he drawled, idly examining the tip of his cigarette. "His previous investments in Pokémon research made quite a sum over the years. To be blunt, he had a fortune stashed away."

The woman stared at him blankly for a few seconds, before anger overtook her features. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly.

"That bastard!" she hissed. "I knew it! He did it to deliberately keep me here! If I'd had my way, I could have dumped her off at a boarding school years ago!"

The lawyer inwardly laughed at her outrage. 'He probably knew what a money-grabbing bitch you were,' he thought to himself.

Puffing more smoke into the air, he continued. "There's also an extra clause in his will that grants your daughter her own income once she reaches age eighteen." He paused meaningfully. "More than what you're getting now, actually."

As he had expected, she was livid, her face glowing red in her anger.

"That stupid bitch doesn't deserve anything!" she growled, her eyes sharp with hatred. "She's just a spineless ninny with nothing but Pokémon in her head."

'Now, for the kill,' he thought, putting his cigarette out in the dirt of a potted plant on the coffee table in front of him. He smirked, sensing victory a few seconds away.

"I'd be willing to help you correct this injustice," he assured her, leaning back into the couch. "All for the right price, of course."

"What?" she grunted, still angry at this newest revelation.

"Your daughter is very attractive, isn't she?" he asked, ignoring her poisonous look. "Many would say she's beautiful."

"So?" the older woman spat, obviously jealous. "What of it?"

"A pretty girl like that gains a lot of notice, especially from rich, powerful men. I know quite a few who'd pay handsomely to...keep her company," he insinuated, lifting his brows suggestively. "Myself included."

The woman across from his stilled, suddenly understanding his silkily spoken words. She gazed at him with renewed interest, her mind finally grasping his meaning.

"I see," she responded, leaning back in her own chair. "Your terms?"

Dredger smirked. The deal was struck.

"Along with your monthly checks, I can have hers made out in cash," he stated. "All the money would then be delivered to you. Just give me a couple of hours with her, whenever I want, and I can assure you the life of luxury you're accustomed to."

He reached into his pocket for another cigarette. "I assume she's a virgin, so you'll take care of the rest, of course. Bleeding, tearing, accidental pregnancy, and the like. I don't always use protection," he admitted shamelessly. "But, I'm clean."

The older woman raised her brow sardonically.

"Well, clean enough." He shrugged. "If I like her, I might even recommend her to a few of the men I mentioned earlier. Clients of mine who don't mind paying well for a nice piece of young flesh. We'll split-"

"I want eighty percent of whatever they pay for her," she commanded, not the least bit ashamed that she was peddling her child's body. "Nothing less."

"Fine," Dredger sneered, anticipating the demand. "Everything must remain discreet, of course."

"As long as you pay me," she answered.

The two talked on, finalizing the details of their sordid arrangement.

Upstairs, the subject of their debasement lay innocently upon her bed, her mind filled with sweet images of glittering water and ruby red eyes.




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Nasty bit of business they're cookin' up, eh? Whatever will become of Naiya? *ponders* ... >=}


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