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- 1-Forgotten Melodies
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Kikara
Forgotten Melodies

Mystic Mewtwo

Part One

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon, or its characters. Nintendo, 4Kids, and guys like them do. Not little unimportant me.

I know this is what all of you have been waiting for. I apologize for taking so long. Writer’s block is a nasty thing. But here I am again, and I thank you all for being so patient with me.

Summary: This is the long awaited sequel to “Between Two Worlds.” Ki, and Mewtwo are settled happily in their new life, and taking care of their beautiful babies, who are growing bigger every day.

But even with as contented as Ki has become in her new family, a dark shadow still looms inside her. She still wonders of her origin, and her parents, and why they so cruelly and carelessly abandoned her.

When the most important person that can answer her questions, her father, suddenly appears, how will she react? And what other dangers for her, and her family could be revealed?

This part contains some very vivid, and very descriptive sex. Those of you that were disappointed with these scenes fry fiy first story are in for a real treat.

I must issue a very strong PG-13 rating on this. If you are mature enough to handle it, then please do proceed onward. You will most certainly be impressed, if not blown away entirely.

The crisp, white full moon drug across the horizon, slowly making its way to the west. As it began to set, pale silver moonbeams struck a dark, glassy sea. Gentle waves slapped the side of a tiny, deserted island.

The silver tendrils of moonlight slowly climbed their way up the side, as the moon set further. A large, magnificent building suddenly gleamed in the darkness, like a lighthouse beacon.

Tall, menacing towers loomed up towards the sky. Dozens of windmills rotated slowly, as if by a constant breeze, or a power generator. They creaked slightly, every so often, sending ominous sounds throughout the echoing night.

The moonlight traveled further up the side of the building, reaching the center windows of the tallest tower. They glowed softly in the silver beamBR> BR>
The light stole in through these windows, creeping into a large bedroom. Moonbeams shone brilliantly on a lush, soft purple carpet, and beautiful white walls.

Small, silver strands fell across a large bed, gently illuminating a couple sleeping beneath its soft sheets, and warm blankets.

A small sigh issued forth from the young woman, and she snuggled up closer to the warm side of her mate’s . I. In his sleep, he reflexively held his arms tighter around her, a small smile on his gently curved mouth.

The two continued to slumber on, unaware of the diminishing night, and the approaching morning. Only when a small silver moonbeam slid across the pale lavender fur, and skin of his face, did one of them awake.

He slowly opened one large, deep amethyst eye, and surveyed the room. He knew from where the position of the moon was, that morning was not far off.

He closed his eye, and half sighed, half groaned. Their wake up call would be coming before too long.

This time he opened both of his eyes, blinking them sleepily. The room became in focus a few seconds later.

Then he stretched his sleep-stiffened body a bit, careful not to wake up his mate. The bedcovers making a slight rustle as he shifted, and settled his weight on the mattress again.

He looked to his still sleeping mate, and smiled warmly. Gingerly brushing a lock of her hair away from her face.

His beautiful angel…. she was so tired. He really didn’t have a heart to wake her, especianot not on this day.

He sighed softly, and laid his head next to hers, his cheek on her bare shoulder. He gently kissed it.

She smiled, and sighed contentedly in her sleep. He gently pulled her closer to him.
Then let his hand slide under the covers, where the rest of her laid exposed.

He gently began running his hand over her soft skin, touching various parts of her anatomy. She gave a soft giggle when he began fondling her breasts.

He chuckled lightly, and continued on down to her middle. He ran his hand over her flat stomach, and suddenly paused.

His smile faded, and his expression became sad. His eyes losing some of their light.
He sighed heavily.

He so missed her being pregnant. He missed running his hand over her swollen abdomen, and feeling the life growing inside her.

He remembered when he used to put an ear against her belly when she pregnant, and close his eyes, and listen to his babies move within her.

Now he could hold those same babies he heard in her all those months ago, and watch them grow up before his eyes. It gave him such joy.

Still, he had a growing desire to experience it all again. And they were going to keep trying until they succeeded again.

For he knew she also desired to be pregnant again.

He moved his hand then to her slender hips, and where they parted to her legs. Here, safely hidden between her thighs, was her most important part of her anatomy. The part where life would get its start, and where it gave them such pleasure in love making.
He gently pulled one of her legs apart, and ever so softly, began to fondle it.

A shudder went through her body then, and a quiet moan escaped her lips. Reflexively, she wrapped a leg around his hip.

He smiled, and chuckled.

‘A little anxious to start this morning, are we?’ he silently thought, teasingly, to her.

He bent his head down in the covers, and kissed her thigh.

Wake up, my darling, he whispered, softly, to her in telepathy.

He brought his head back up to the surface, as she let out a small, sleepy moan.
He watched her eyelids flutter a bit, then settle. He smiled to himself.

‘Here we go again,’ he thought.

He gently nudged her cheek.

Come on now, baby, hexed xed her softly, As much as Iw yow you want to sleep in, you have to wake up. The babies will be getting hungry soon.

Oh, he so hated doing this, but she needed to wake up otherwise. He’d soon as let her sleep to her heart’s content, than to get her up in the cold morning air. But she’d been known to sleep through the babies’ hungry cries more than once. Only because she was so tired.

He didn’t blame her. He himself was fatigued as much as she was. He would like to sleep too, but he couldn’t. Parenting was a full time job for them both.

And even with all this, they still wanted more.

He shook his head with amusement, and nudged her cheek once more. This time, her eyes began to slowly open, their deep emerald green reflecting the last strands of the moon’s silver beams.

He swallowed hard, and tried to calm his thudding heart beat against his chest. Not now, couldn’t think of that right now.

Of course, it didn’t help that her leg was wrapped around his hip, and sort of sitting half-strided on him.

Oh, he was certain she’d get it, once she woke up completely. That he had no doubt in his mind.

For now, he gritted his teeth against the urge, and focused on just getting her awake.

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I felt soft, warm breath gently flowing through my hair, and a few seconds later, it was accompanied by a delicate nuzzle on my cheek.

Wake up, my love, a soft, male voice whispered to me.

I gave a quiet moan, sleepily blinking open my eyes. My vision blurry as the last webs of sleep still hung on.

After a few seconds, it cleared, and I was able to see the beautiful face of the one who had awakened me. My one, and only true love.

My Mewtwo.

Good morning, baby, he said to me, softly.

Good morning, my love, I returned, just as softly.

He brushed his lips gingerly over mine, giving me a tender kiss. Our mouths opened slightly, and I felt his tongue slip into mine. I gave a soft moan, as he gently began caressing my tongue with his.

After a few minutes, we stopped, and gently parted. He carefully touched his nose to mine, staring into each other’s eyes.

He smiled at me warmly.

Happy Birthday, my angel love, he whispered, softly, That was just your first present.

I smiled back at him.

I can’t wait for my other ones, I murmured, quietly.

He chuckled lightly, gently kissing my forehead. I sighed contentedly, laying my head on his chest. I felt his head settling softly on my head.

I was happy he remembered that today was my birthday, but even better was it was also Christmas Eve.

I had been found on the institute’s door, when I was two days old, a day after Christmas. So it was determined by Mew that I must have been born on Christmas Eve.
I smiled warmly, remembering how she used to call me her Christmas baby. I suppose I was.

She didn’t use the term much anymore, as I had grown too old for it. But in her heart, I know I will always remain her Christmas baby.

I gave a soft sigh, nestling in the fur of Mewtwo’s chest. I listened to our hearts beating, but only felt one single heartbeat.

He gently pulled me closer, burying his face in my hair. I shivered with pleasure as his warm breath flowed through.

I just now became aware I had one leg around his hip, and I suppose I had done that earlier while still sleeping. My foot brushed the base of his tail.

His eyes went wide, and he gave a small groan.

Damn! he uttered in a low, almost strained, voice.

He clenched his teeth hard, as if fighting against something. I was really afraid then I had hurt him somehow.

I started to put my leg down, but was surprised to stillness when he quickly shook his head.

No, it’s all right, he told me, quietly, You’re not hurting me.

Are you sure? I asked, softly, unconvinced.

Yes, he answered, gently, his voice sounding less strained.

I let the weight of my leg settle on his hip again. He let out a soft, groaning sigh, and held me closer. Burying his face in my hair once more.

He sniffed it lightly, and I giggled at the sensation.

Your hair smells like roses, he whispered, softly, seductively, And….

He paused, taking another sniff.

Baby powder, he added, a drunken grin on his face.

I giggled, knowing what course he was taking. I put a finger on his chest, gently tracing the pattern. A shudder went through his body, and he laid his head on my shoulder.

Does it really smell like that? I asked him, murmuring softly.

Mmm… yes, it does, he answered, whispering quietly.

He bent his head to my chest, softly nuzzling between my breasts. I giggled, and he gave a small chuckle.

I felt his hand run over my thigh, and between my legs. I gave a soft moan of pleasure, as he began to caress my private lovingly.

He gently covered his lips over mine, and began kissing me passionately. After a few minutes, we gingerly broke.
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