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He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Was it just a dream? A hallucination born of his loneliness and longing for you?

Not a thought was left in Laventon's head but how warm and wonderful you felt beneath him, sprawled out on the futon in the mid-evening light. He had longed for this ever since your first meeting, and suffered many sleepless nights at the thought of you making love to him just like this, trying so desperately not to give in and rub himself to the idea. He would simply lay there the hardest he had ever remembered being and wait for his mind to wander to other things. Research. Yes. His research. Everything he'd spent his career pouring his heart into thus far, everything that he wanted to discover alongside you. And, of course, all the pleasure he wanted the two of you to find together.

Sometimes he gave in.

Sometimes he let a hand travel lazily into his underwear, taking hold of his cock and stroking. Sometimes, though he tried not to, he wandered fully into his debauched fantasies—of your tongue sliding across his sensitive tip and sighing at his taste. Sometimes he didn't last very long. It seemed to creep up on him whenever the thought of you arose. You were the catalyst to his release, and he could barely speak to you knowing the effect you had on him.

You tugged him into a kiss, his lips nervous and trembling as they met yours, and he whined, a desperate little sound that made your chest tighten in the most pleasant way. He was already at full mast and nudging into the bare skin of your mound, but he tried his best not to move. Not until he knew you wanted him to. Beyond the excitement of new discoveries, this sensation—the rush of electricity at knowing he'd soon feel you in a way he'd never imagined, was the sweetest in the world.

He could only faintly register you asking if he was ready, and only nod in response, before every inch of him was being enveloped by a delicious, heavenly warmth. He could not bear to move yet, only to take in the sight of your back arching upwards into his chest as he filled you, and the sound that left your lips when the two of you were fully connected. A similar moan was pulled from him as he felt you pulse around his dick.

He was being kissed once more, and he was kissing back as if he'd never receive the opportunity again. He did not allow himself to worry about how noisy either of you were being, either the soft groans of pleasure or the sounds of your bodies meeting again and again, instead savoring each one to remember later when he was alone and in need of you. Perhaps he'd never need to miss you again, if you were willing to indulge him like this.

The feeling of being completely buried inside you made his head numb. The way you tightened around him as he began to drive in and out caused his eyes to roll half-back, and despite his fear of hurting you he could do little but keep moving faster with each stroke of his hips. He didn't need to worry, however, for you met him with your own feverish urgency. With a grunt you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, so deep he could not provide you with any more of him, and his face found its way into your sweaty neck. Bliss. He'd never imagined sex to be so... Warm. Both in sensation and the way it tugged at his heart to see you smile as he pleased you.

It wasn't long until he whimpered out a warning for his release. Your desperation for him to go faster was too much, too stimulating for a man who had been alone for so long before meeting you. With quick thrusts, he peppered kisses across your forehead and panted as pleasant warmth pooled in his stomach. It was so good. It was too good. Nothing could ever be this wonderful, he thought. He loved you. Did you love him just as much?

When he could not take the pleasure any longer, he fell forward and let out a desperate moan of your name, his hips flush to yours as he emptied himself inside you. He imagined that the two of you were wild Pokémon, attempting to start a family together, a tangible representation of your love for one another, and he could not help but shiver with each spurt he gave you. His thighs twitched where they touched yours. Sweat beaded at his brow. He came harder than he could have imagined was possible.

You did not last much longer than him. Finally being filled by the man you adored so much and feeling his stomach rub into you as he moved was too much to take. With the pulses of his orgasm still subsiding, you came as well - shaking as you held onto him for dear life. You moaned his name, and if he'd had more stamina, he'd be ready to go again at the sound alone.

He was so glad to have you.

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He is so, so beautiful on his knees.

You've always thought so, but today, now that his glassy eyes are upturned and pleading and he is trying so hard not to touch you, it is bordering on too much.

"What do you say?" You ask. Wikstrom swallows and bites his lip. He's shocked at just how many lewd things come to mind. You've ruined him, but he knows deep down you both prefer this side of him. 

"You are breathtaking, your highness. As you always are."

"Lovely." A finger makes its way across his lower lip, so soft and so very kissable. "My little knight."

It has become a routine for the both of you, to fuck like this whenever no one else is around, and it feels so good to have him support you as he makes you cum over and over with his big, beautiful cock and calloused fingers, your throat growing scratchy from all your panting.

He tries not to make a sound, though he very much wants to, as you push your foot flush against his armored chest. Something about having him fully clad like this is so sensual, because it's his submissiveness fully realized, because everyone knows he is yours. 

"Kiss my leg," you command and jolt slightly as he slides his fingers across the arch of your foot and up your calf. 

"It is my absolute pleasure, your highness," he says.

And he is so very erect beneath his tight leggings, so hard it's nearly painful, but he endures it as his eyes slip shut and he kisses as much of your skin as he can reach. His face burns, and you feel the warmth surging through him with each soft press, scorching hot as it makes its way closer to your thigh. He attempts to push away all the thoughts about mounting and making love to you until you are unable to orgasm any further because they only serve to make him throb, but you sound so lovely telling him that he's a good boy. That he is your pet. 

You watch gleefully as he attempts not to grind into the air itself. Little jolts of his hips come sporadically no matter how hard he tells himself not to move, and the way you laugh at him makes it so much worse. 

"Are you alright?" You ask. "It looks like you want something more than this."

He shakes his head no, but you know better. 

"I do not seek to take advantage of Milady's charity like that. You do not need to-"

You silence him, and his fingers cease all movement. "Wikstrom. I can see how hard you've gotten. Won't you let me sit on your face?"

That shuts him up nicely. 

His eyes go wide and he watches intently as you stand and slide off your underwear for him. He will never tire of seeing you bare, knowing that he'll be able to get his fill of you, and he instantly feels the ache of needing to be inside you. Perhaps if he does well, he'll be allowed.

You give him a small pat on the head before turning and revealing your ass to him, groaning in surprise as he dives right into you, his hands supporting you as he slurps at your cunt. Despite all the times he's tasted you like this, he still gets way too excited way too quickly. Knowing that he's the one who gets to do this to you, that he is completely at your mercy and his existence at this moment is for the sole purpose of pleasing your body, nearly brings him to orgasm on its own. But he is a good boy. He withholds his own desperation and the throbbing between his legs to service you fully.

Your thighs and ass smother him, and you clasp both hands over your mouth to keep from moaning. He wants to hear you, but he knows that the two of you are hardly alone here, and the last thing he wants is to be caught like this. Well, perhaps only due to the punishment he'd receive. The idea of others knowing he belongs to you is still quite tempting.

It doesn't take long before he starts sucking you a bit too hard, and you feel a familiar warmth begin to spread. The urgency with which he's eating you out only makes it arrive faster, and once he senses how much wetter you're becoming and how your thighs have begun to tense, he tries his hardest to push you over the edge.

It's too much for him, just as it is for you. Feeling you cum from his tongue as you attempt to hold in your voice makes his back arch, allowing you to rub yourself on his face as his cock spurts, balls twitching and cum dribbling through the fabric. He snakes a hand down to stroke himself as he shoots his load and moans against your skin. The orgasm seems to last forever, and he cums so hard his head starts to spin, but he doesn't stop licking you. He isn't going to stop until his jaw is numb. That much he owes you.

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Fuck, she tasted so good.

Her body was pressed so perfectly against yours and her stiff nipples pushed through the cloth of her top and into your own chest, her back shivering against the wall. You were both too drunk to feel anything but good, but how soft her skin was, how her breath sped up when you gently nipped at her bottom lip.

She'd invited you under the pretense of "Girls' night", but she had to have known it'd end up like this. She was so lonely, so desperate for anyone to give her the love she so terribly needed, and the way she looked with flushed cheeks and messy lipstick after just a few drinks...

It was getting infuriating just how often she complained about not having a boyfriend. She had you, didn't she? She had someone who could treat her better than any man on the island. She had someone who could bring her mind-numbing amounts of pleasure, if she'd only just realize it. Did she really not pick up on your flirting? It was no secret she didn't think very highly of herself in terms of her love life, but was it fully lost on her that she was lovely in every way, especially to her best friend?

Luckily, as she'd invited you to the bathroom to fix her makeup, an offering to share your lip gloss with her had been just enough.

"Here," you said, sliding it on and leaning into her. "Try."

Before you had even a moment to regret your boldness, she'd pressed her lips into yours so roughly your ass dug into the cold tile of the sink. And, without thinking, with a few giggles and drunken kisses shared, you'd dragged her outside.

You slid your thigh between Olivia's legs, both to revel in how she whined at the contact against her wet cunt and to support her from falling. She pulled away from the kiss for just a moment for her head to fall back and for a pleasured whine to spill from her mouth. It was dark, so there was really no reason to worry about being seen, but were anyone to pop into the alley, they'd see the outline of the two of you like this, rocking against each other just out of rhythm of the music pumping through the bar. 

Alolan nights were known to be chilly. Luckily, your palms had grown clammy and hot from dancing and you traced them across her exposed stomach, smiling as her lips found yours once more.

"You're so fucking sexy," you whispered. "God, Olivia." 

Too embarrassed to reply, she buried her face in your neck, your hair shielding her and allowing her to briefly escape all the sensation she was experiencing. The alcohol seemed to do little to help on this front; Instead making her even more pliable, melting into your praise and craving more. 

With no regard for how needy it'd seem, she gave a little thrust into your leg and prayed that you'd move without her needing to ask. Of course, you knew what game she was playing. She was such a good girl who deserved an equally nice reward, but she wouldn't get anything until she'd clearly stated what she wanted.

"You want me to move?" You asked. She nodded and gazed up at you, batting her lashes in a way that nearly broke you right then and there. Her eyes were dark and wanting, the moonlight only serving to make them shine further. 

Since it was your first time together, you decided against pushing things too far - she'd been in need for too long, and you began to move, drinking in her moans and letting her tongue fall limp in your mouth as she humped against you like a Lycanroc. So cute, Olivia, you thought. So, so sweet. My perfect girl.

She was too good for anyone else to have. 

And soon you'd stumbled back to your apartment, both of you dizzy and barely unable to walk straight as you unlocked the door and slid her top off as soon as it'd been closed. There was an utterance of "Is this okay?" To which she responded of course, that she'd been wanting this for far too long, and you fingered the lace of her bra as your other hand reached to unzip her shorts. The bed was too far. She was too wet to wait any longer. The couch would have to do for now. 

She, feeling bad she'd been hogging all the attention, helped you undress as well, biting her lip as she watched you tug your own shirt over your head. You were wearing your nicest underwear for this very occasion, and it seemed to have paid off, judging by how deeply she was blushing.

Her hands were soft as they reached out and cupped your breasts, treating them gently as if not to break you. You wanted her to know she didn't have to worry, but she treated you so delicately that it made you want to cry - Like she didn't understand how she'd gotten herself here, like she wasn't deserving of the sight before her. You guided her. With a knowing look in your eyes, you allowed her to squeeze them through your bra, and it felt so good to have her fondling you that you moaned as well. 

It took no time at all before both of you were nude, intertwined on the scratchy material of the couch, her above you as she explored as much of you as she could. 

Her neck was littered with dark splotches and bites, something you were sure the League would be less than thrilled about, but you were too far gone to give a fuck. When she shimmied down and shyly gave your hardened nipple a lick, her fingers making their way between her legs to rub herself, you were too far gone to give a fuck about anything.

Girls' night was the best.