Pokémon: Dungeon Of Seduction

I chew thoughtfully at a chunk of bread while reading the Hoenn Now Newspaper. I hear an assault of clattering and laughter as people eat and drink their fill at the diner. I'm in the middle of a riveting story about a Stoutland who found a boy trapped in a well, when someone clears their throat.

"Is this seat taken?" A man dressed in black stands in front of me, bluish silver hair tussled and dusty. "It's really busy in here and I'm afraid I can't find an empty table." He sounds embarrassed.

"Of course," I quickly turn my attention back to the paper, trying to ignore the luxurious scent of his cologne. Most trainers don't wear cologne, certainly not ones as dusty as he was!

He noticed me examining him out of the corner of his eye and chuckled, running his hand through his dusty hair. "I apologize for my appearance, you see I was exploring a cave before I got here."

I clicked my tongue, setting down the paper and meeting his cool blue gaze. "I'm Laer Brevain," something about this man draws me in.

"I'm Steven Stone," he beams, straightening a semi tattered red tie and clacking his ringed index finger against the table.

Silence again, I pick up the paper and continue reading as a petite waitress drops a bowl of stew in front of him. He thanks her and hands over a few bills.

"Are you Mr. Stone's son? The guy in charge of the Devon Corporation?" I ask, eventually uneasy by the silence hanging between us.

He laughs, "is that all?"

I know who he is. I'm not an idiot, this man is a fucking legend.

"Aren't you the Champion or something too?" I finally give him something to chew on. "We are in Hoenn, so do you expect me to be excited or something?"

He laughs again.

"I mean, no offense but I think I could probably beat your ass in a battle." Most people don't describe me as 'kind'.

He straightens up, more serious now. "Is that an official challenge?"

"Certainly, if you're that determined to lose." Casually I place my spoon into my empty bowl and stand, ready to leave.

"Hold on!" He puts a hand up in a stopping motion. "Stay with me while I finish eating and I'll give you the challenge you asked for." A twinkle comes into his eye.

"Fine," I plop back down and continue reading. When he finishes we leave the diner together.

"Wanna just battle out here?" I yawn, looking at my poketch I realize it's going on midnight. Diners in Hoenn are usually open all night. Trainers and workers need to eat, regardless of the hour.

He also checks his poketch, which looks way fancier than mine. Must be the updated version; I know Steven is loaded so I'm not ashamed. I get by on battle winnings, which isn't a lucrative business for maintaining a household.

"Damn, I didn't realize it was so late." He looks alarmed when he sees what time it is.

I'm disappointed, the thought of battling him and dragging my ass into the Pokémon Center at an unholy hour doesn't bode well.

"Where are you staying tonight?" His voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Pokémon Center, I'm currently traveling. My tent got trashed by an Ursaring this past weekend, so trying to save up for a new one." As soon as I said it regret trickled down my spine. This rich man probably doesn't understand such menial problems.

"That sucks, Ursaring are really territorial at this time of year." He looked out into the distance and then back at me, "it's a little late for a battle, huh?"

"Scared of the challenge?" I shoot back, though I agree with him.

"Of course not!" He looked thoughtful for a moment. "How about you stay in my guest room tonight," he flushes when he sees the look I give him, "I have a guest house if you'd prefer that!"

"You don't have to get all flustered," I say coyly, forcing him to meet my gaze.

"I've not seen many people with violet eyes," he says, changing the subject to mention this detail about my features.

"Same color as my mother," wistfulness fills my voice. "If you have a large bathtub I'm willing to stay there tonight. I assume so we can battle as soon as we rise?"

A smile breaks his face, "yes. Plus staying in a Pokémon Center constantly isn't good for the body or the mind. Those beds are hard!"

I agree with him and venture, "where do you live anyways?"

"Mossdeep," casually he pulls out a Pokéball and releases a shining Skarmory. "Flying doesn't scare you does it?"

In response I release my Drifblim. "I fly all the time. Are you ready? You'll need to lead the way I've never been over to Mossdeep."

Steven opens the door and leads me into his house, I'm met with the smell of vanilla and Steel Pokémon Wax. A sultry combination, somehow.

It's late but Steven offers me a glass of wine, which I accept.

"You're old enough?" He jokes.

"I'm 24, asshole." I retort.

"You mentioned a bath?" He's pulling a bunch of rocks from a satchel he's been carrying.

"I did," eyeing his dusty hair I hold back a laugh. This rich and famous man was more like an average person than I thought.

"I did, the Pokémon Center just has locker room-esque showers. I hate them." I feel a pout on my lips.

"Feel free," he motions towards a door across from us, "the bath is in there."

I'm watching him as he pulls out the stones. He's handsome, that's for damn sure. He smells luscious as well, somehow after spending the day in literal dirt.

A sudden boldness and excitement takes over me. Months of being alone in the wilderness, only talking to Joys and Shopkeepers.

'What kind of man are you, Steven Stone?' I wonder.

"You look like you need a bath more than I do," pointing to the pile of dust forming around him on the granite floor.

"I'd make a fine host if I took the bath before you!" He seems insulted that anyone would consider bathing before their guest.

Fuck it, now or probably never. I take a breath and let out airily, "who said you have to go first?"

"Pardon?" He goes rigid under my stare, not wanting to misread or overstep what his mind thought was happening.

I could feel a pulsing stir tingling from my thighs into my chest. "Come keep me company, Champion."

He stands up, wiping his hands on a cloth he pulls from the bag.

"Excuse me, could you say that once more?" His voice suits his name, like cool stone it melts over me. He strides closer, so close that I have to look up at his tall, lean figure. My heart flutters, oh shit.

"Come keep me company," I annunciate the words sensually, sliding my fingers into his until they're interlaced.

"Is this why you agreed to come here?" He takes another step, we can't really get much closer.

"Honestly?" I say, looking into his eyes and feeling the warmth between my legs growing more intense.

"Honestly," his other hand gently grabs a lock of my sea green hair and twists it between his fingers.

My heart is going to pound through my fucking chest.

"I didn't intend on attempting to seduce you. I apologize, Mr. Stone." I'm starting to backtrack, unsure if I have the gall to continue this dance much longer.

"Call me Steven," his cologne is fucking delicious.

"Steven, I…." God I'm doing a terrible job, I haven't done this in forever. "I just can't stop looking at you, the dust all over you. Something about such a spectacular man living a simple life such as yours fills me with a different kind of energy." I put my hand against his chest and feel his heart running at a break neck pace underneath. "It makes me wonder what your energy tastes like."

Without a word he leads me into the bathroom, where a massive bath sits in the middle. He turns on a spigot and says, "thing takes forever to fill up." He adjusts the knobs until he's satisfied and retrieves two towels.

"Two? So does that mean you'll lend me your company?" I say breathily, a twitch forming deep inside me. I can feel myself getting wet with anticipation.

"It does." He traces my face with a strong, calloused finger and I shudder underneath him.

He seems to enjoy that reaction and proceeds to trace over my lips. Another shudder, I'm so thirsty for him now I might vanish from the lust.

The bath splashes behind us, steam starting to fill the room and form a mist around the room.

He starts to unbutton his shirt and my breath catches, I didn't anticipate that he would be so well built. Strong muscles bunched as he undid the final button and placed his shirt into a basket nearby. He looks at me with an enlivened gaze. I get the feeling it's been awhile for him as well.

I'm wearing a white button down dress, I start unbuttoning myself as well. I feel his thirsty gaze on me and I fucking love it. Wiggling out of the dress, I reveal black undergarments and knee high socks.

As if on cue he takes off his slacks, standing in very form fitting boxer briefs. I see that a slight erection has formed and my excitement hits a high. I unclasp my bra, slide off my panties and step delicately into the bath. I turn around so I can finish watching him undress.

He sees me watching and takes off his underwear and socks, revealing himself to me. It's a nice fucking sight.

He steps into the water and begins dispensing some liquid from the wall inside the tub. Intense minty foam starts to form and pleasure swaths me.

"This is amazing," I say.

A watery sound and he's sitting next to me. A flush runs up my neck and into my face, he's got to make the first move. I'm frozen with desire and too nervous to do anything about it.

"Laer," it comes out as a whisper while he looks down at me. "I want to make you cum so hard you beg me to stop."

My heart leaps into my throat at his boldness. A teenage flutter enters me again and I smack it away, replacing it with hunger.

"Then show me," I stand up out of the water, droplets glistening on my sun kissed flesh.

He stands as well, taking my face in his hands he kisses me.

I kiss him back, feeling him fully engorge against my navel. My knees go weak and he keeps me standing with his hands on my face, kissing deeply.

No longer wishing to stand I lower myself to my knees, water wrapping around my breasts as I tease the head of his member against my lips. I look up and see him watching me, excitement shivering down him.

I take him into my mouth, feeling his already hard dick get even harder. Tracing my tongue over his shaft, sucking and moaning as his cock squelches under my attention. Warm drops of precum make their way into my mouth and I greedily swallow every bit.

Moving in tandem with me he's thrusting his dick into the back of my throat. Tears are forming in my eyes and I fucking love choking on his cock.

I motion for him to sit and instead he scoops me into his arms and proceeds to carry my down the hallway. I assume he's taking me to his room.

Overcome by passion I start kissing him, gripping his sides against my legs as he carries me.

Reaching the bed he releases me and I fall onto the intense softness of it.

Steven has a different look in his eyes now than when we met in the diner earlier, they're smoldering now.

He drinks in the sight of me; sprawled and dripping on his bed, panting as I waited to see what he would do next.

Grabbing my ankle he wrenches me closer to him, I'm shivering with anticipation. He lowers his face, I feel his breath hovering over my pussy. He pulls away suddenly, flipping me over and wrenching me closer to him.

My breath is ragged, I'm whimpering as his hands close around my waist. Lowering his face, this time burying it in my hot pussy from behind, nuzzling into me, making my insides quake.

Gasping, my fingers wrap around his silken sheets. I can feel the pulse of his tongue against my dripping snatch. I quiver as he pulls away, slapping my ass sharply.

I let out a moan, rocking my hips back and forth, begging him to enter me.

Obliging he presses his hard cock against me, sliding it up until it's rubbing my soaking clit. He strokes a few times, his cock pulsing with each swift movement.

"Please fuck me!" I beg, turning my upper body to face him.

A bolt of lightning hits my chest, he's so fucking sexy, standing behind me alight with passion.

I feel him press into me, a gasp escaping my lips when I finally feel him inside me. For a moment he stands, unmoving before he begins slowly thrusting.

"You're so fucking tight," the words come out in a ragged gasp as he strokes in and out slowly.

Moaning I buck my hips back to meet him. Now he's running his hands down my back, wrapping his hand in my hair and jerking my head back.

Pleasure bubbles over me and I feel myself closer to a climax every time I hear our flesh collide. He hits a spot that sends tingling tremors down my spine.

"Right there," moaning I arch my back, he moves faster now. I press my breasts against the bed, I can feel my insides almost melting as I start to climax.

"Fuck yes," I moan, the final consonant slithering out of my mouth while I grip the sheets. "I'm gonna cum."

Even faster he pumps, I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy as he forces himself in deeper. I climax, feeling my pussy grow even more wet I sink down onto the bed.

"Cum all over me," I beg as Steven slaps my ass, filling the room with its sharp noise.

As if being willed by my words he pulls out, shooting jets of hot spunk all over my ass, up to my shoulders.

"Fuck," he gasps. I hear him rustle in a drawer and then he's wiping his load off of me with a plush towel, dragging his hand over my pussy one last time. This sends a shiver down my spine and I climax again under his hand.

Exhausted he collapses onto the bed and I tangle my fingers in his before drifting to sleep…