You send Ms. Ketchum stumbling off to her bed. The plan is a GOOD one. With reasons, many reasons behind it. It would be delightful to engage Ms. Ketchum in some sort of rape scenario but the consequences would be simply disastrous. You need to build your base. She will give you what you want soon.
Not soon enough for tonight however. You serve your new Slave one of the few foods that humans and pokemon both enjoy. A Lemonade. Animal like she continues to change her seat. The chair then the table then the counter. You enjoy watching her petite body. You inform her that her racial name is not feminine enough and you ask her if she would enjoy a nickname. She nods her mute agreement. You float ‘Albatina’ as her new nickname. She seems pleased.
You tell her you will be taking her upstairs to fuck her. Your heart is pounding. Never in your life in the old world were you afforded the opportunity to have a slave and to treat her in this way. You ask her if she has any idea what ‘fuck’ means and what you will be doing to her. Being a psychic, she does.
You march Albatina ahead of you up the wooden planks of the stairs. Starring at her petite youthfully tight ass all the while. Your heart is pounding so fast now it is a constant thrum vibrating in your chest. You explain to Albatina she will be sleeping with you and guarding you in your sleep. You also explain your plan to ensnare Ms. Ketchum. You tell Albatina that you will be fucking her several times a day until Ms. Ketchum can be brought on board. Then you order Albatina onto the bed. You have her get on her knees then press her face to the pillow so that her tight little ass is in the air. You stand beside the bed and make her watch you get undressed. Her eyes grow wide at the site of your enormous stiff cock. You remain standing and you slap her ass a few times, asking again if she knows what is going to happen to her. Understanding that her ascent is required she nods and gives you a blank, lust filled expression. You ask her, since she seems to have no pleasure receptors; if she will enjoy the act she is about to perform. She reaches up a hand and touches your temple, which is thick with salt and sweat.
You ask if she means that she will be attuned to your pleasure. She does. Of course, these are purely symbiotic creatures. Very powerful creatures, but lacking purpose and emotion. So they ride the passions of their masters. Probably never before quite so literally as what is about to happen between your two species.
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