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I scooped up the pokeball and realized it was unused, and what's more an ultra-ball. Only one type of pokeball is more effective at capturing wild pokemon than an ultra-ball, and without hacking the codes, you only get one master-ball. It's virtually the only way to capture a high level pokemon, and often allows you to catch low level ones without even the precursor battle.

I shook my head. Cynthia had indeed succeeded. Not only had she interested me in the concept of adult rules, but I couldn't stop thinking about a second battle. The alternative rules, she had mentioned so casually, intrigued me to no end as well. While I'm not all that into pain, and my submissive nature doesn't extend that far, I do enjoy more than a little bondage; either tied or tying. And while I've experimented some, I'm not naive enough to think I know every interesting fetish out there. Cynthia had seemed so sure that I would be captivated by these rules, that I was certain she was right. She knew her game, and only the surprise of such a high level Piplup had won the battle this time.

So, if I wanted to find out about these alternative rules, I'd have to challenge the Eterna City Gym Leader. To hear Cynthia speak of it, she'd just sent the lynx right to the henhouse. But I knew better to take her word absolutely on this. In order to face a Gym Leader, you had to go through at least half a dozen lackeys first. As good as my Piplup, correction, Prinplup is I doubted he'd be able to handle a dozen or more pokemon in a row. And with only five sixty eight, I couldn't exactly stock up on Full Heals and Lemonades.

Limited options lead to one unavoidable conclusion, time to get myself more pokemon. On my bike, my course set in the direction the pokegear map said was Eterna City, I scanned the woods to either side for anything useful. Pokemon, like so many Anime shows, was predictable and rather cliche. If someone's name was Gardenia, likely she ran a Grass type Gym. This wasn't exactly good news for me.

Just like my little Piplup's Water attack can wipe out Cynthia's Garchomp, even if it had been many levels higher which I doubted, a Grass pokemon as many as ten levels lower could possibly wipe out my Prinplup with one hit. And to make matters worse, Prinplup's Water attacks wouldn't do much against Grass pokemon. Here ends 'pokemon type tactics one-oh-one.'

I had a few tricks up my sleeve already, but I wanted to truly stack the deck here. I'm talking YuGiOh "Heart of the Cards" type deck stacking. Ooops, wrong Manga. Let's just say I'd like odds against the Gym that would make a Vagas card-counter blush with envy. The problem? Grass might have more weaknesses than almost any other type, but they're often weak or difficult to obtain.

Case in point, fire burns grass. But aside from the obligatory starter pokemon of that type, which my Piplup proved I hadn't chosen, there were two other Fire type pokemon in the game. The odds against me being on the right path to catch them were about as steep as I wanted on my side when I walked into the gym. Ice works wonderfully against Grass, but the ninety degree weather meant those odds were about at the level of me being the next Mr. Universe.

That left me with Bug or Flying type pokemon. Well, Bug was out for a number of reasons. First, very few truly powerful Bug type attacks existed, and without my cheat-sheet, I couldn't guarantee I'd grab one of the few pokemon that had one. Second, most Bugs had a tendency to be weak in comparison to almost every other type. And finally, Bugs just give me the creeps. That's right, six foot tall, two-fifty pound, bad-ass-in-black gets freaked by a little butterfly.

So, when I spotted the Murkrow in the waning light, I figured my prayers were answered. Not only did Flying types pluck Grass, but its Dark dual type fit nicely with my attire and 'dark and mysterious' persona. I parked my bike and began to stalk towards it. I waited until I was only about ten feet away, in the shadow of some bushes, before I pulled out my pokeball and quietly summoned Chide. While Prinplup was certainly an effective fighter, I had no idea how talkative he was. I didn't want him to startle the Murkrow.

As it turned out, I didn't need to worry about that. The Murkrow's head swivelled away from us, and it suddenly took flight. I cursed the thing quietly as another pokemon began to stumble out of the bushes. That's fine! I didn't want a Murkrow anyway. People would start to think I was matching my Pokemon to my wardrobe or something. Besides, there's something horribly cliche about a man in all black, with a black trench-coat, and a crow on his shoulder. Yeah, just keep telling yourself that!

As the bundle of white and green burst into sight, I stared open-mouthed. The Murkrow ran from that?!? Ok, so a Raltz is tiny. To get a good image of one in your mind, take a two year old girl, put her in solid white footie-pajamas that completely obfuscates her body and put a gigantic light green bike helmet, with two pink fins along the center line, on her to hide everything else but her mouth. Oh, and make sure she's sucking on her obscured thumb.

While a Psychic type, like Raltz, might get crushed by a Dark type, it has its uses. Not to mention that they're just cool. I've yet to figure out why people like the Psychics so much, but it seems to be fairly universal. So that's how I found myself scaring the bejeezus out of a poor little Raltz when I jumped from hiding to challenge it to a battle. We'll quietly skip over the part where I dropped to my knees and tried to calm it down with further baby-talk. It's undignified and I don't like to think about it.

Now, there's an interesting question I had to guess the answer to rather quickly. In the show, you can't catch a pokemon, usually, unless you've knocked it unconscious, in the game, once it's out you've lost your chance. Here, I figured the show was closer to the truth, after all, knocking it out makes it too easy to catch for the games, especially since you'd have to do that anyway. So at least I didn't have to worry about trying to figure out how close it was to unconsciousness, especially without life bars to gauge with.

So, since none of Prinplup's attacks were super effective against Pychic pokemon, I might as well go for the sheer power of Hydro Pump. "Chide, Hydro Pump!" Once more the penguin's beak opened and an impossible amount of water shot forth. The poor little Raltz disappeared in a torrent of water. I readied the ultra-ball and wound back my arm as the flood petered out.

My jaw dropped. Raltz stood with its head cocked at us and thumb still stuffed in its mouth. For a pokemon with little discernable facial expression, it certainly made its confusion know. One of the most powerful Water attacks, delivered by an equally powerful Water type pokemon had damaged the Raltz, but done nowhere near enough to knock it out. When a blue glow surrounded Chide I knew it wasn't good. When he lifted into the air quickly, then crashed to the ground even more quickly, my heart leapt to my throat. Confusion wasn't the strongest Psychic attack and my Prinplup barely managed to stagger and remain standing after it. If the little Raltz could do that now, imagine what it was capable of once it evolved a couple of times.

Fortunately, Chide seemed faster than the Raltz. "Give her another Water Pump, Chide!" I was glad to see no signs of lingering effects of the Confusion attack. While Psychic was a stronger attack, Confusion had an annoying knack at doing exactly that to my pokemon in the game. It's a state where they tend to hurt themselves. This time, when the water petered off Raltz lay on the ground with barely seen, closed, eyes.

My arm reared back and I tossed the ball. Despite an odd spin, the little white nub improbably managed to hit the little Raltz. Red energy poured out to consume the pokemon and drag it into the ball. The little white nub blinked red once, twice, three times, each with a small "bling" before it finally settled. I had my second pokemon!

As I raced my bike down the path, I kept my eyes open for more pokemon, but held little faith. Chide was fairly hurt and the poor Raltz, whom I named Lita after a telepathic character from a favored science fiction series of mine, would be unconscious until I could get it to a pokemon center. I was positive I didn't have any of the special Revive medicine. So it was doubtful I could even catch anything if I found it. Besides, I was fresh out of pokeballs.

Neither the show nor the game do sufficient justice to the scenic countryside that I passed through. Now, a few miles doesn't take all that long on a ten-speed, but that slight distance from a city in my world would still be crawling with civilization. Here, the path quite literally turned and I suddenly burst upon tall buildings. How I hadn't seen them above the trees I don't know, but placate my ego by reminding myself it was off to one side and I was focused on the path ahead.

I made a quick stop by the Pokemon Center to revive and refresh my poor pokemon, but otherwise headed straight for Eterna City's Gym. Sure, I've never been known for sexual escapades, but something about the prospect of gambling with sexual favors tugged at my, er, sense of adventure.

One step into the gym and my suspicions were confirmed; this was for trainers who preferred Grass type pokemon. The place was a veritable maze of trees. Years of acting allowed my expression to shift to mild panic. Fortunately, a young woman wandered up just in time to catch my reaction. "Hi, I'm Jill, one of the trainers here. You're here to challenge Gardenia aren't you?"

Some people say you can't lie with your eyes. I can tell you that's utter bull. I'm quite good at it when I bother, and right now I maintained the slight nervous panic as I turned to her. She was probably eighteen, blond, had nice full breasts and her legs came together very nicely. A very tight body. But all she saw was a meek nod as my eyes never left hers. "Well then, I've been instructed to tell you that we'll only except adult rules for you."

Jill's eyes twinkled slightly as she said this and I began to sputter slightly. I didn't even have to act for that. I'd expected to have to make the challenge and insist on the specific rules. I certainly hadn't expected a very attractive blond to not only insist on them, but tell me that it was specific to me. Okay, so I'm not the greatest for self-esteem where my body is concerned. Sure, I think of myself as a fair catch, but usually for my mild and caring temperament. I'm certainly not used to having women look at me like a slab of meat. I finally managed another meek nod.

"Good. But before you accept, I have to go through a few basics." This part bored her. Here was the fine print. Personally I was interested in hearing it. This was, after all, why I'd been sent here. "FirstIhaveto assureyou thateveryonehereisover theage ofeighteen." Resigned sigh. At least I now knew she was eighteen. "Second, we'll be going by a slight alteration on the standard adult rules." Jill glanced over her shoulder at the trees and lowered her voice conspiratorially. "To be honest, the first is just standard alteration for gyms, it's the second part that I'm going to enjoy."

Jill straightened once more. Her hands went down and she tugged the bottom of her blouse to work out an imagined wrinkle. "The first part of the altered rules is that you will face a number of trainers in succession. You may, at any point, choose to stop your progress through the gym and claim your rightful victory from the trainer you've just defeated. Of course, if you lose then you become the defeated and the woman who beat you gets to claim her prize instead."

At this point, Jill made no effort to hide her focus, as her eyes slid down my body. If I'm any judge at all, she stopped and watched my crotch as she continued with the rules. All of the attention caused life to once more return to that area. The corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction. Her message was clear, she hoped she could beat me right off. That implication became all the more clear as blood began to flow into an ever growing erection.

"The second alteration," her eyes flickered back up to mine and winked in reminder before they returned to my groin, "regards pokemon. Every time you or your opponent loses a pokemon, you loose an article of clothing. Should you have more clothing than pokemon it is assumed you will be naked if you lose." That makes perfect sense. This 'strip-battle' version allowed the victor the perfect opportunity to gauge what they would most like the loser to do to, or for, them.

"You may revive your pokemon between battles, but your state of undress must remain into the next battle. Should anyone loose a pokemon while completely naked, they owe a grope. Either their opponent may grope them or insist they be groped." And interesting rule to be sure, but it made sense as well. Most trainers would come in with five or six pokemon and run out of clothing quickly, especially if they had to revive them between battles. With only two pokemon and no medicine, I'd only be down one article of clothing before I lost entirely. I figured I'd be fair if, or when, Chide fell and take off both shirt and pants.

The moment he confirmed his acceptance, Jill shifted to a ready stance. She reached back and pulled a tiny pokeball and held it forth. "Go Abomasnow!" My heart sank. A Grass/Ice dual type would be pretty difficult, especially an evolved form. And I had hoped to save my secret weapons for Gardenia. That, however, was the moment I noticed she had five other pokeballs on her belt. With that many pokemon, she was a very low level trainer. Otherwise, she'd be running the gym. When she saw my Prinplup, she thought she had me for sure.

I won't bore you with the number of battles that followed. The pokemon fell one by one, all with the use of Hydro Pump or Steel Wing attacks. Since neither are remarkably effective against Grass pokemon, it said quite a bit about the relative levels of our pokemon. In highlight, Jill only wore tight pants, a loose blouse and a lace bra and panty set. What's more, her body was as tight and enticing as I'd thought, and she was shaved bare.

By the time she took off the bra, her nerves were showing. Granted, I was almost as distracted as she was by her near nudity. When she lost the panties my resolve solidified while her crumbled. Strange thing about me, it's what I can't see, or can barely see, that entices me. You barely cover a woman, or even offer occasional 'stolen' glimpses and all I can do is stare. You put a naked woman in front of me and I'll continue with whatever I was doing.

I guessed she was so tense that she wouldn't appreciate being groped, for her last two pokemon, and chose myself. Both times grateful eyes met mine and she lingered as she stroked me through my pants. While she enjoyed the thought of total domination over a man, she obviously hadn't considered that I could beat her. Or, what was worse, that in victory, that I could demand she do things that she normally preferred not to. While still vanilla, there are things some women dislike or even fear. Jill had probably only turned eighteen recently, and while she'd fantasized about the adult rules, this was the first she'd actually participated in.

Five other women followed. Each of them were stunning in their own way. Their bodies, hair and eye color all varied. Their level of dress ranged from opulent to little more than lingerie. They all had three things in common though. Each one of them used Grass type pokemon, I defeated them all with just Hydro Pump and Steel Wing, and they all ended up stark naked. What's more, most of them actively tried to seduce me, non-verbally of course ~it seemed to be an unspoken rule~ into choosing them. What's more, they all seemed completely genuine in their attempts. Well, all but the one who didn't even try to seduce me.

It figures. Me with a serious red-head fetish and the only one at the gym stands there, buck naked, with hands on her hips and an expression that dares me to choose her. Hell, she all but silently promised me she'd make sure that anything I chose to do with her would end up decidedly unpleasant. Too bad really, she even had a shock of well groomed bright red between her legs. In the shape of a heart, of all things!

At last I'd reached Gardenia. She had short, reddish-light-brownish, hair and light brown eyes. She wore a dark green shawl that seemed to drape delightfully about her upper body as she moved. Her light brown cargo-pants had been cut off just above the knees to expose the rest of her strong legs down to her green hiking boots. Her black, long-sleeved, turtleneck ended just below her small, firm breasts. The effect was to expose her entire navel to the elements.

With the tiny bellybutton and another three inches of flesh above her belt, I knew I was in trouble. That simple observation told me she shaved at least some of her hair religiously as the top of her pants barely covered an inch above her sex. It also let me know, in no uncertain terms, that she either went commando or had the skimpiest, most improbable panties I'd ever seen. The thought of winning enough battles to get her pants off made my blood rush even faster.

I'd let myself be groped some and done some groping along the way. With one of the brunettes I knew she wanted to be groped, so I'd complied. Well, the moment my hand slide between her legs, they clamped shut and she began to rub herself across my fingers. Damn near got herself off before a delightful voice drifted from an unseen intercom to chastise her. That voice had done almost as much to get me hot as the woman's moans right in front of me.

Now, that soft, innocent sounding, voice drifted over to me from feet away. "Congratulations on your victories, and I'm honored that you'd choose to keep battling to me rather than take what I know was offered. I'm Gardenia." Something in her voice led me to realize that she held quite a bit of the same self-doubt that I did. She didn't feel she could measure up physically to the knockouts that came before her, so she compensated with skill as a trainer.

I had to disagree. I smiled kindly, and finally let my eyes speak truthfully. "Call me Lynx. And I could think of none more attractive here than you." The blush that begun at Gardenia's cheeks quickly spread to cover every inch of exposed skin. While it didn't quite clash with the green shawl or shoes, it certainly complimented everything else.

"You've proven yourself a skilled trainer. One pokemon to get here? And using attacks that shouldn't do much at that. But I'm much better than my acolytes." We both smiled and nodded. While both of us wanted to win, neither would be disappointed to lose this match. She called out her first pokemon and the match was started.

Cherubi, her first, looked like nothing more than two cherries linked at the stems, each with a face. I didn't give her the time to attack. I could tell her pokemon were strong, and type was on her side. "Chide, Blizzard!"

Gardenia's eyes widened with shock as my Prinplup's beak opened. Instead of water, a flurry of ice and snowflakes poured forth. One of the first tricks you learn as a pokemon trainer is to teach your pokemon attacks that are super effective against pokemon that can kick your butt. So I wasn't surprised when the poor Cherubi collapsed after the first attack. If it hadn't, I would have been in big trouble. Three on one with no type advantage was a little difficult, especially when I hadn't even had the time to customize Raltz's attacks.
Gardenia's light brown eyes twinkled as she looked up at me. She returned the fainted pokemon to its home. That's when I noticed she only had two other pokeballs on her belt. Like me, she chose to honor the intent of the rules instead of the letter. She kicked off her boots and proceeded to toss the shawl aside with a flourish. Where the cut-off cargos masked her feminine charms, the tight shirt accentuated others. I had to admit to being slightly distracted. And my body was considerably distracted.


"Turtwig, go!" At last, a pokemon I recognized. Turtwig resembles a small tortoise and is the Grass equivalent of Piplup, a starter pokemon. It also meant they should be relatively evenly matched, at the same level, and should give the Grass tortoise a decided advantage. I wasn't worried. Gardenia might have expected a Water Pokemon to use an Ice attack, particularly a penguin, but she could never expect what I had planned next.

This time, her commands led quickly on the heels of her summons. "Giga-drain!"

"Chide, dodge and move in close." Fortunately Giga-drain, like so many of the high power attacks tends to be less than accurate. My Prinplup waddled forward two steps, but then flopped forward onto his belly. For a moment I thought he'd fallen, then his flippers pushed off and he began to slide faster and faster, across the grass. Gardenia's vampiric attack soared right over the low slung penguin. The tortoise tried to compensate, but the attack petered off right before it corrected its aim.

"Drillpeck Chide!" A gasp escaped Gardenia as she realized my Water type also had been taught a devastating Flying type attack. Flippers pounded the ground and my Prinplup launched itself, beak first at the Tortwig. As it flew, it spun from off-centered momentum. The blow hit the poor tortoise square on the jaw and it fell like the pair of cherries had.

Gardenia, visibly impressed with my forethought, reached for the bottom of her tight shirt. She stopped immediately when she realized she didn't have my undivided attention. An understandable situation since Chide glowed once more. He grew, and when the glow faded his face was hidden by what looked like a trident face-mask. My new Empoleon was also much more imposing.

My attention returned to Gardenia. Her head lowered slightly and she looked up at my through her eyelashes. Something in the look made my knees weak, probably as blood flow stopped below my groin. She slowly pulled the shirt upward. Immediately the action revealed a dark green lace bra. While I couldn't quite see the darker flesh beneath, her nipples stood erect beneath the thin material. This time, rather than remove a second article to balance her remaining pokemon, she reached to her waist. First the belt, then an inch of zipper flopped open.

I didn't care how improbable it was that the loose cargo pants managed to sit on her wide hips completely unzipped. The gap must have reached down to right above the start of her pink flesh. She blatantly displayed the small landing strip of light-brown-auburn hair. Gardenia had watched and studied me as I fought the rest of the women. She had figured out my weakness. Tease and suggest the possibility of glimpses and I can't concentrate. Heck, I barely heard her call out for Roserade.

"Chide, Blizz..." I didn't get a chance to even finish my instructions. A blinding beam of light shot out from the anthropomorphic, female, plant's rose-bud hands. Gardenia had managed to distract me so successfully with lust that I didn't notice her pokemon as she collected sunlight for a Solar Beam! That, single most powerful, Grass attack hit my poor Prinplup square on. I had my pokeball out before the attack subsided and called Chide back immediately.

I slid my t-shirt from my belt and palmed my second, and final, pokeball. I shrugged the trench-coat off and pulled the shirt free. I slowed a bit as I undid first my belt, then the button and zipper. I've never been that sure how to strip properly for an audience, but young Gardenia seemed to enjoy the show. And as I crouched to slide my pant s off, her eyes were locked on my loins.

Finally, I stood, clad only in bulging boxer-briefs. My thumbs slid beneath the elastic and pulled very slowly. "No, wait! As my request, I want you to leave that on while I ride you."

There was pure hunger in Gardenia's soft voice. She strode towards me, full of purpose, and her eyes never left the bulge. It was all she could do to keep her hand from drifting between her own legs to play in anticipation. "Stop!" Confused, almost innocent, eyes jerked up to meet mine as her body reacted to the natural command of my voice. Her chest heaved with stress, her arms and legs shook with adrenalin, and the subtle muscles, revealed by her open pants, clenched over and over with need.

The ultra-ball rolled into my fingertips with a basic slight-of-hand trick. Her mouth dropped open and her breath caught. Wide, round, eyes stared in incredulity. Gardenia tried to pull herself straight but only managed a tense nervousness as I called forth Raltz. Her eyes glanced over at the new pokemon, but quickly found mine. Her gaze pleaded not to do it. But in the depths of her irises she virtually glowed with thankful applause.

Raltz knew what to do already. Even as Gardenia opened her mouth to issue commands, Raltz tilted her head back to expose her red eyes. Those eyes and Roserade both glowed blue. The Grass pokemon was caught in the grip of a full out Psychic attack. One of the few attacks that are super effective against its Poison dual type. Unlike me, she didn't even wait for the attack to subside. She pointed the pokeball and conceded the match.

Gardenia collapsed to her knees as she stowed the pokeball. Although tears rolled down her cheeks, she beamed at me. A single finger beckoned me closer. As I stepped forward, her arms reached back and the tension sprung out of the bra. My length lunged as realization dawned that I had won. This beautiful young woman was now mine to do with as I pleased. And what's more, the thought pleased her as well. The bra fell free as she reached down to her waist.

My hands caught her wrists and kept her from removing her pants. Confused eyes searched mine. "But, I need to be naked."

I knelt before her, my hands still on hers, on her pants. I leaned down, my lips next to her head. I intentionally let my breath tickle over her ear as I whispered. "You will be. But I would like to complete that." Her body shivered. I knew it was at least in part due to my breath, but figured another part was anticipation.

With my hands still about her wrists, I stood and brought her with me. I shifted my grip so that we both held not only her cut-off cargos, but each other's hands. Our eyes locked for a moment before Gardenia's shifted away. All of her skin, now almost completely visible, began to turn red. I knelt before her, and allowed my eyes to linger down her body as I did so. A light tug and she relinquished control fully to me.

Her hands were unsure as I folded back the flaps she had so tauntingly opened. A light kiss on the soft, light-brown, hair caused Gardenia to shudder. I couldn't help but be mesmerized as I began to slowly pull down the pants. Supreme confidence in pokemon battles did not translate to confidence in lust, and her hands met to instinctively covered herself, only moments before exposure. I stopped and looked upward with a gentle smile, but that only made her blush more.

The pants slid down farther and I confirmed, with no possible confusion, she wore no panties. To judge by how tensely her hands, one flat atop the other, pressed against her crotch she now wished she had. Not that it would have made any difference. If she'd worn them, it would merely have prolonged this part of the process. When the pants reached her ankles, she dutifully stepped free.

I leaned back and my eyes swept up her body. I knew some very personal things about her just by the way she stood. While she may not still have been a virgin, yet to be determined, she had little experience with anyone looking at her completely naked. What's more, she had an inferiority complex about her probably b-cup, at largest, breasts. The interesting thing was that she thought so little of them that she didn't try to cover them. Instead, her arms framed them as she reached to cover the truly important area. It was as if she naturally assumed no one would ever look there, so why bother.

I watched her legs tense as a hand slipped between hers. Palm to palm, I slid her hands to the side. Should I have expected anything other than the tiny folds of her lips and the bright pink bud at the fore? No, but her embarrassment, her shame of the area, had almost persuaded me that she had been afflicted somehow. I continued to hold her hands, lightly enough that she could break away at a moment's notice, as I leaned forward. Another kiss, this time halfway between the well-groomed fuzz and that tender bud, and she shuddered again. Her hands gripped mine and she moaned softly.

I placed her hands on either side of my head. Her body tensed as full realization of my intentions occurred. I felt her hands start to grip, obviously determined to push me back, but it was too late. My palms rested on her thighs and my thumbs spread the loose flesh aside. Lips carefully plucked at the delicious pearl and my tongue darted out to taste her.

Gardenia's fingers curled in my hair. She moaned and her body seemed to melt for a split second before she remembered how to stand, while the first stirrings of pleasure raced through her body. My lips opened to push back even more loose skin and my tongue began to probe.

Around the base of her now engorged need, across the tip, pressed into the tender flesh around it, I sought every sensitive chink in her armor. Every time I found an especially potent locale I made a mental note. Her moans began to shift from breathy whispers, to groans, to lightly quaking screams. Instinct drove her to press my head tight against her. I gladly complied and even began to rock my lower jaw back and forth in time with my rapid tongue. As I felt nerve and muscle roll beneath my caress I reveled in her increased reaction.

Gardenia alternated between complete tension and an almost inability to stand. She shook almost constantly. More weight pressed against my head and I knew she could barely keep herself aloft. This was the state I'd been in earlier. While everything I did drove her to further and further euphoria, the simple act of standing stole her ability for climax. Her screams transformed into whimpered please and I knew it was time.

Very little is more sure to bring me to erection than to have a woman completely helpless before me. I'm not talking chained down, though that's quite lovely under the right circumstances, I mean the feel of a woman as they writhe helpless to stop the utter bliss that surges through them. I don't care if my orgasm last for five seconds, if I finish at all, so long as I can feel her climax over and over for dozens of minutes constantly.

As I slowly lowered a grateful Gardenia to the grassy turf, I felt her slip towards release. My tongue continued to dig and assault her without pause. Over and across, around and down. No sooner had her shoulders reached the ground then they vaulted upwards as her back and neck arched. Her hands flew from my head and began to gouge at the defenseless grass. A scream of pleasure, so pure and powerful I had never heard it's like before, erupted from her. Like her musical voice, her sweet cream flowed freely and washed over me.

My arms wrapped around her hips in a vain effort to hold her steady. Immersed in pleasure too great to comprehend, her body began to try to buck, to cringe, to clutch, anything in order to stop the blessed torment. But still my tongue assaulted. My lips sealed against her and a quick suck drew her soft mound even farther from protection and her screams, her escapes, her very sensation grew exponentially. All the while, my own need bordered on manic, painfully hard between my legs.

The screams began to fade, ever so slightly, and I knew. My head lifted and her body collapsed, boneless, to the ground. Gardenia's eyes were screwed shut. Tears streamed their corners, but the expression stole any fear I could have had. Saints, with a vision of heaven, could not have looked more blessed. As I shifted to hover above her, I hoped she would find even greater heights.

Gardenia had plenty of warning of my intentions. My hands slid her knees wider. The tip of my lust brushed against her tender mound, with a not inconsequential spasm as her reaction, before it slid lower. I lifted her hips slightly to rest on my thighs and my head sank into the opening of her temple. With each step, I paused. By some rulings I'd already claimed my prize and had no rights for this. As I settled slightly within her, her enfeebled legs tried to pull my hips forward and she barely managed to whimper, "PLEASE!"

My hips crashed forward. Gardenia screamed an orgasm even more powerful than before as I pierced her very core. Her back arched beneath me. Nailed fingers bit into my arms. And then I pulled out. Once more her body collapsed. Electricity coursed through her as I began a methodical rhythm. She jerked and bucked as I pushed into her incredibly wet depths. Numb relief settled over her as I slid free.

I didn't last. I knew I wouldn't. Her desire, her pleasure, her rapture had built a need so strong in me that I couldn't hold out. I don't know how she knew the timing, but just as I began to pull out for the final time, intent to collapse to one side and launch my seed harmlessly across the ground, Gardenia found inhuman strength and impaled herself. Her legs wrapped my hips and forced me deeper still.

The world froze as fire burned straight up my shaft. One timeless moment later the world exploded into sensation as I erupted within her. Free from guilt, my tempo reached frantic proportions. Besides, my body was beyond caring. Her depths clutched and stroked my length and greedily devoured every drop of lust that I could produce.

I don't know how long we held each other in that ecstatic state, but when one began to slow, the other managed to ride the sensation back to full potency.

As I lay there, in the aftermath of our passion, I suddenly realized the other trainers remained throughout the trees. They had witnessed everything, from our fevered battle to our frenzied passion. Without a too-obvious glance, I regarded their expressions. I'd never done anything in public before, and an almost morbid curiosity demanded to see their horror. Instead, I saw longing and jealousy. Except for one face. The red-head sat on the grass, a ways off, dejected and broken. Had they known what I planed, they would have tried even harder to steer my choice.

A soft cheek nuzzled against my neck and I relaxed as my arms wrapped protectively around Gardenia. Soon I would be gone, but I would be back, eventually. And every woman there had a fresh goal; defeat me to demand a repeat performance. I smiled and let myself follow Gardenia into a content, satisfied, slumber with a single thought. I'm going to LOVE adult rules battles!

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