While sucking gently on the dick in your mouth, you think back on the events that got you into this situation, as people with dicks in their mouths are apt to do.
Being a Pokémon trainer isn’t always as exciting as it seems. As with all ‘adventurous’ careers, it’s mostly down time. Routes are a lot longer than some people believe, most taking days to transverse; thus, your trainer, Kataoka, spends most of his time simply walking from town to town in complete silence, enjoying the peace and quiet of nature. Despite the fact that your legs always felt sore, you did enjoy sharing your trainer’s nomadic life style. The peace and
quiet of the natural trails gave you a lot of time to just… think. And you’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently.
Your trainer and you were always moving from place to place, wandering the wilderness on your own, not really able to make many permanent friends along the way. For years, you’ve been his only real companion… and thus, you’ve volunteered to take care of his ‘needs’, whenever the necessity arises, and he does the same for you whenever you’re in estrus. That’s all it was -- routine maintenance. Surely neither of you were enjoying it or anything! You definitely weren’t a couple. Admittedly, these flings have slowly been becoming more and more frequent and intimate… but surely, your trainer must just be fantasizing about one of the human girls he knows.
After all, a human like him could never fall in love with a simple Pokémon like you…
… right?
You looked up at Kataoka fondly as you cradled his shaft with your tongue. He hasn’t been able to shave yet on this expedition, giving him a prominent five o’clock shadow, which you always loved. He also donned a thick brown flight jacket to protect him from the chilly northern winds, which gave him a bit of an outdoorsy look. Something about him just seemed so perfect to you. “Kurisu, seriously… you don’t have to...” He said, looking a little guilty. Just a few minutes earlier, the two of you had been sitting around the campfire, when you noticed a long-brewing tension in your companion that you were more than happy to take care of.
“Shh…” You whisper, crudely. “Let me take care of you…” You struggled with the english language, but you knew how to say a few basic phrases, having been patiently taught by your trainer. Still, you preferred to stay silent most of the time, but Kataoka always loved to hear your voice during sex, so you whisper sweet nothings into his ears whenever you need to calm him down. Seeing how willing your are, Kataoka hesitantly leans back and relaxes, closing his eyes as you gently take his entire shaft in your mouth, letting it press against the back of your throat. Besides the sound of the campfire, the two of you were dead silent, both trying to pretend not to enjoy this; however, Kataoka can’t help but let out little moans as you slide your tongue back and forth against his shaft, which you have to admit excites you a little.
You move your lips back and forth along his shaft painfully slowly, sending your tongue over every inch of your trainer’s manhood as you gently suck him off by the campfire. He was always worried that another trainer might stumble upon the campsite, but in the vast expanse of the wilderness, that was next to impossible. It was just you and him, now… and the two of you had as long as you needed. Eventually, you sense that the man’s about to reach his climax, and plunge his shaft as deep into your maw as it would fit. It didn’t take long for your trainer to blow his load down your throat, and you delighted as you felt the man tense up, completely failing to stifle one last moan as he thrusted forward. You listened to his exhausted pants as you made sure to swallow every last drop, before finally opening your mouth, letting his manhood slip free from your lips. “There…” You whisper, softly. “Isn’t that all better?”
He nodded curtly, still not daring to open his eyes. As you sit there, slowly licking his shaft clean, you wonder what he must be thinking about. He might’ve been fantasizing about that lady that runs the Blackthorn gym… or perhaps he was picturing the lady that hosts that news channel he's always watching. Or, maybe… he was thinking about you.
You quickly wipe that thought from your mind. That was silly. You were just a simple, ugly Pokémon. Why would he ever be fantasizing about somebody like you? … at least, that’s what you tell yourself. Either way, you fall asleep that night wrapped in his arms, as the two of you keep each other comfy and warm throughout the dark, cold night...
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