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sage-nebula · 7 years

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I'm done watching the TMSE eps! The action was cool! And Alan jumping to reach Lizardon when he's hurt was great.

I’m happy you enjoyed them!! ♥ And YES, aside from how much I love (beyond words) what Alan sparing .01 seconds before leaping out of the aircraft to go save Lizardon says about their bond and how much Alan loves that dragon, I also think that was one of the coolest bits of animation the series has had to date. (That, and Lizardon corkscrewing around … I think it was one of Kyogre’s attacks, might’ve been one of Groudon’s, though.) It was just so fluid and smooth, and so realistically done, in that you know that Alan’s body weight and the momentum of his jump would swing him around like that. God, it was awesome. One of my favorite parts. ♥

But that aside … yeah, no, I don’t think you’re being picky at all. While I did like it the first time I watched, the more times I’ve watched TSME + Alan’s main series episodes (and I’ve rewatched them all dozens of times—I have some parts of dialogue straight up memorized), the more I’ve come to realize that Alan’s and Manon’s relationship is not only unhealthy, but was also very poorly developed and written (which is part of what makes it so unhealthy). I’m putting the rest of this under a cut, because it’s an unpopular fandom opinion that’s very critical, and I do not want Discourse™, so no one better start any with me when I’m being as polite as I can by putting this under a cut to begin with.

(And that includes vaguing about me, because so help me, if I find out you’ve vagued about me / made passive-aggressive posts whatsoever as a result of this, I’ll block you at best and give you the aggressive fight you’ll clearly be craving at worst, no forgiveness and no mercy. I’m seriously not in the mood whatsoever. So if you really like their relationship / believe Manon did no wrong ever in her life and can’t stand to read opinions to the contrary, just do literally everyone a favor and don’t click to go under the cut.)

To begin with, Alan’s and Manon’s relationship is predicated on Manon ignoring Alan’s boundaries and denied consent for companionship and partnership. She develops an interest in him when she sees him use mega evolution, and overhears him say that he wants to “defeat all mega evolutions and stand at the top.” Manon believes that Alan has a lot of personal ambition, which is something that resonates with her (given that she also has personal ambitions, and she admires / values those who believe similarly). All of that, plus the fact that she (as part of her own personal ambition) wants to use mega evolution for her own strength, power, and glory, leads to her latching onto him so that he can lead her to mega stones.

The problem is that Alan does not want her company. He makes this explicitly clear time and again throughout TSME 1. He calls her “pesky” (i.e. annoying), he tells her flat out “don’t follow me,” he tells her that certain things about him aren’t her business, he ditches her at every opportunity, et cetera. It’s made abundantly clear, over and over again, that Alan does not want Manon’s company. Manon, however, ignores this. When he tells her, “don’t follow me,” she shouts at him, “I can do whatever I like!” When he ditches her at the PokéCenter and goes to meet Siebold for a match on his own, she chases him down and shouts at him to stop leaving her behind in the middle of the restaurant, causing a scene because he didn’t wait for her even though he never consented to their partnership (and flat out told her that he didn’t want it). Some have argued that since he stopped to help her capture that flabébé, and that since he escorted her to the PokéCenter, that clearly meant he wanted her to come along. However, not only is Alan not anywhere remotely near that level of tsundere (calling him a tsundere shows a blatant lack of understanding of his character; if anything he would be a kuudere, but he’s not that, either), but he stopped to help her capture the flabébé because he saw that she was struggling (he flat out says, “You’re struggling” before he offers assistance) and he doesn’t like to see people struggle or suffer. He always steps in to help, first thing. And after that, he escorted her to the PokéCenter because she demonstrated twice in that battle that she was prone to getting distracted, the second time of which was at the detriment of the poisoned pokémon she had just captured. (“That’s great, now get it to the Pokémon Center so you can treat the poison,” Alan says, as Manon celebrates her capture.) Alan stopped to help an inexperienced trainer, and then escorted her to the PokéCenter so that her flabébé wouldn’t suffer from poison any longer. Once both things were accomplished, he left, because he did not want to travel with her. He had his own journey, he didn’t want to be a Babysitter™.

But Manon didn’t respect that. She continued to hunt him down, no matter how many times he said “no” or “don’t” or “stop.” His refused consent meant nothing in comparison to her own desires. Eventually, by the end of the episode, she wears him down and he gives up, allowing her to “do whatever [she] want[s]” because he realizes that nothing he says or does is effective enough to get her to back off. (I mean, if I were in his shoes, I would have resorted to calling out Lizardon to scare her into running away, but Alan is a lot nicer than I am.) Manon railroaded over his boundaries until he gave dubious consent because nothing he did to turn her away was effective.

So the very foundation of their relationship is Alan saying “no” and Manon saying “yes” and Alan sighing and giving in because she won’t take “no” for an answer. They didn’t enter into truly consensual partnership at the end of TSME 1, because someone giving in purely because saying “no” and “don’t follow me” and “stop following me” isn’t the same as truly consenting to partnership. Perhaps because of this, we don’t see anything of them enjoying each other’s company in either TSME 2 or TSME 3. In TSME 2, we see Alan having to pull Manon out of jam after jam; she trips down the hill and gets stuck in the bramble, and Alan (exasperated, and having to pull himself away from his work) chases after her, only to find that Steven rescued her first (which Alan thanks him for). She does the same thing a little while later, and this time Alan—grousing over the fact that “you’re always like this”—goes to get her again. During the Mega Rayquaza attack, she gets thrown off her feet and Alan dives to catch her. He protects her, obviously, and looks out for her, but again: This is the type of person he is. He’s not going to let a ten-year-old child come to harm when he can do something to prevent it. He’s not going to let her be stuck in bramble after she tumbles down a hill if he can help get her out of it. He can’t stand to see people hurt or suffering, even if it’s a minor inconvenience they brought on themselves, and even if they annoy him (which Manon does, because these are two whole specials in which he doesn’t once smile genuinely at her). To that end, while I still find the scene funny because of how big brother - little sister it is, he flat out tells her to “go somewhere else” when Lysandre arrives, and is constantly stressing over her annoying or agitating Lysandre (because you know, the last thing someone who has been emotionally abused for several years wants is for their abuser to be set off by something), so yeah, in TSME 2 it’s readily apparent that he found her presence more stressful than fun.

TSME 3 is along the same lines. Manon insults Alan when he follows Steven into the Devon building so they can communicate with Lysandre about the megalith and Primal Legedaries (“Don’t you have this thing called ‘emotion’?”), because she, I guess, doesn’t recognize or respect the fact that he’s working, this is serious, it was never meant to be a fun journey, she should have realized that when she refused to stop stalking him. She then grows agitated when he volunteers to go stop the Primal Legendaries, because she has finally realized that he does not have personal ambition, that he is the type of person who will volunteer to “fight against the world’s destruction” because it’s the Right thing to do. Manon is not that type of person. That type of motivation doesn’t make sense to her. When she does stow away to go to the Primal Legendary battle site, she does so for Alan’s sake, because she’s attached to him and views him as one of her own. (You may notice all these Slytherin qualities piling up, and yeah—Manon is very Slytherin, as I’ve discussed at length before.) Regardless, she fights with him over it, and Alan—recognizing that she cares about his safety, and feeling a bit touched by that, but not wanting her at the Primal Legendaries site because it’s dangerous and she would just be at risk again like she was before, particularly if she doesn’t even want to be there (and she doesn’t—she flat out says that she’s not going)—tells her to go back to Kalos. Again, some people take issue with this, but Kalos is her home region, she only went to Hoenn to tag along with him, she can resume her badge quest (if she’s even on one—tbh, she never says she is) once she goes back home, and anyway, he’s not forcing her. Even if she doesn’t go back to Kalos, she can go somewhere else in Hoenn. The point is, he’s telling her—once again!—not to follow him.

But she does. And to be fair, it works out for the best; thanks to Hari-san’s quick thinking (because remember, Manon did not give him a single command in all of TSME 3) and Steven’s Mega Metagross, Manon was able to drag Alan’s body to safety after Primal Groudon knocked him unconscious and almost killed him. And this, at the tail end of TSME 3, is what finally makes Alan warm to Manon. It’s not that she saved him, but rather, it’s their conversation near the end of the episode. This exchage:

Alan: “Were you scared?”

Manon: “Yeah … but … I was really worried, so—!”

Alan: “Thank you.”

This is the very first genuine smile we get from him to her, and it’s at the end of TSME 3. Alan is not only courageous, but he values courage; there’s a reason why he specifically asked Manon if she was scared when she did what she did. He was confirming a thought, which is that she was terrified, but did what she felt was right anyway, which is important to him. True courage is doing what must be done despite being frightened, and that’s what Manon did. When Manon showed true courage, that won Alan over. It took nearly three entire specials to do it, but she did it. She finally did it.

The problem, as you pointed out, is that this isn’t good writing, because we never actually see them bond. Not once does Alan want to be around her. Not once does he actually enjoy spending time with her. To be fair, in TSME 2 and TSME 3 he’s stressed the entire time because Lysandre is there. But even before Lysandre shows up, Alan shows exasperation at Manon’s antics, rather than enjoyment. He’s not spending time with a friend; he’s babysitting a child that won’t stop tagging along with him. TSME 1, the entirety of which shows him repeatedly trying to ditch her while she refuses to be ditched, doesn’t help this. Lysandre isn’t physically present at all in TSME 1, so Alan is as relaxed as he ever is in TSME, and yet he still doesn’t have any desire to hang around Manon. The fact that he repeatedly tries to ditch her cements this.

So even though he warms up to her due to her act of courage in TSME 3, yeah, we have no real reason to be invested in their relationship, unless Manon’s feelings are all that you care about, in which case you just want him to be a pretty trophy for her to finally win. If your objective is to see Manon happy by having her “get the boy,” then yeah, I guess that would make you happy. But as for me, well, I actually care about Alan, so to see his wishes and consent explicitly disrespected again, and again, and again, and again in TSME 1, and then to see him having to just try to babysit / protect her in TSME 2 and 3 until she finally does something for him in return … yeah, that relatonship doesn’t do very much for me. I’m not a fan.

That said, we can kind of understand why, perhaps, the sudden (platonic) affection he felt for Manon in that moment made her so important to him if we consider the fact that he has not only been protecting her throughout the past two traumatic events, but also that he’s been emotionally abused by Lysandre for the past two years (well, the actual time span isn’t given, but it’s been a long time, and that’s the time frame I gave it), and that Manon’s hug is probably the first hug he’s had from another human being in that time. He hasn’t seen Sycamore since he entered Lysandre’s service, which also means that he hasn’t had any emotional support from another human being at all in that time. He has Lizardon, of course, and Lizardon is irreplaceable, but it’s a bit different when you can get that affection from another human being. Alan already demonstrated that he never wanted Manon in danger, over and over again in the specials, and that was just when she was a kid that was tagging along with him. Now she’s someone who genuinely cares about him, she’s given him the first human hug he’s had in potential years, and now he wants to make absolutely sure she’s not in danger. He wants her to be safe, he wants her to have a good journey. He wants her far, far, far away from him. When we think about it like that, Alan considering getting strength to protect her can make sense, even though I once again agree that it was rushed as hell and doesn’t feel as emotionally satisfying as his relationship with Sycamore. (Because even though we only have flashbacks of their relationship at this point, the very first flashback we get of them in TSME 1 is one where Alan was enjoying spending time with Sycamore, where he grinned and smiled genuinely at him; and in TSME 2, we not only see him once again beaming at Sycamore (and calling him voluntarily), but we also see that the only reason why he agreed to Lysandre’s service was to protect Sycamore, so that makes their relationship feel satisfying even before their main series interactions, which is something that—despite all the on-screen time they spent together—we just did not get from Alan and Manon.)

Of course, then TSME 4 happens, and Manon once again hunts him down (across continents, this time!) when he leaves her behind. She confronts him, and he rebuffs her. Contrary to what some try to claim, in this fight, he does explicitly tell her that they cannot travel together, and when she demands to know why, he explicitly tells her because she will be in danger again. And she doesn’t care. Not only does she repeatedly cut him off when he’s in the middle of talking during this argument, but she rebukes each and every attempt he makes to end the partnership (that, as he points out in this fight, he never even consented to) before he screams a lie at her. He tried every single tactic he had to try and end that partnership. He told her no, and that didn’t work. He told her not to follow him, and that didn’t work. He tried leaving her behind, and that didn’t work. He told her they couldn’t travel together anymore, and that didn’t work. He told her he was worried about her safety, and that didn’t work. I have to point out that if their genders were reversed, people would be up in arms about a girl getting so desperate to get a boy to stop following her that she has to scream a lie at him to get him to back off, and they wouldn’t feel any sympathy whatsoever when the boy cried later for it. But sexist double standards mean that the fandom hates and trashes all over Alan for this instead when Manon finally leaves, and then sends her chespin away from her (instead of recalling him to his pokéball), which then results in him getting in trouble and landing in a coma. Fandom thinks that’s Alan’s fault.

It’s not. It’s hers. Her constant railroading of Alan’s boundaries aside, she was the irresponsible trainer who sent Hari-san away instead of recalling him to his pokéball. It’s no different than when newbie!Ash abandoned Metapod in the first few episodes of the OS, to the point where Metapod was taken hostage by the beedrill. The only difference is, Ash was raked over the coals for it, and forced to own up to his own irresponsible behavior. He learned his lesson and grew as a trainer and person because of it.

Manon never did. Not only is she never called out by fandom, but Alan blames himself as well, feeling guilty for yelling at Manon, somehow construing what happened to Hari-san to therefore be his fault (presumably because he didn’t protect her, as he feels was his responsibility). Therefore, he decides to devote his gathering of mega evolution energy to healing Hari-san, so that Manon will no longer be in despair. (Because remember, Alan hates to see people struggle. He didn’t even want to see Manon struggle with bramble. So how do you think it makes him feel to hear someone, much less a child like her, sobbing? Alan cares too much. He can’t shrug and say she should have been more responsible. It kills him to see someone heartbroken like that, so he decides to save Hari-san to make her smile. Again, it’s just the type of person he is.)

Without giving too much away about the future episodes, the problem with this is that Alan’s motivation is guilt. He feels guilty for what happened to Hari-san. He wants to make it right. And because he blames himself for yelling at Manon, which he then thinks led to what happened to Hari-san, how likely do you think it’s going to be that he’ll tell her “no” to things in the future? The last time he asserted his boundaries, Hari-san ended up in a coma. He fixed that, but he won’t want it to happen again. This makes their relationship very unhealthy, especially because later episodes make it very, abundantly clear that Manon has not learned a damn thing from any of this and continues to push her own desires onto him. (What happens in XYZ045 was so bad that it actually triggered me re: bad memories of my own boundaries being violated in my youth. It’s a huge part of why I disavow everything after XYZ044.) Unless Manon learns her lesson and stops overriding his boundaries, and Alan has it reinforced that he’s allowed to set those boundaries, their relationship could get very toxic, very fast, and all at Alan’s expense. And again, this is on top of being so poorly developed that we don’t actually see them enjoying each other’s company, that we don’t actually see Alan wanting to spend time with her, that the most we get is that he’s grateful for her assistance, responds warmly to her display of courage, wants her safe, and feels guilty about Hari-san. The fact of the matter is, these two characters are just incompatible, but because the anime team was worried that the children in the audience wouldn’t be able to relate to Alan since he’s a teenager, they inserted Manon to be a viewpoint character for the audience. No wonder their relationship is so poorly developed; Manon’s function was to be an audience surrogate, not to have a positive impact on Alan’s life.

So yeah, just … you’re not being picky. I’ll admit that my feelings are especially negative given the way fandom likes to treat Alan as Manon’s pretty trophy, stripping him of just about everything he is so that he can be a prize to prop her up instead, but again, I’ve rewatched TSME and Alan’s main series episodes at least ten times each over the past year. And every rewatch I have makes me realize more and more just how underdeveloped and honestly not good their relationship is. I try to fix this in my own writings by having Alan assert his boundaries more + having Manon go on on her own separate journey at the end of canon, without him, so that she can learn and grow as an independent trainer and person (because she’s barely a trainer by the end of it all, tbh; she never once battles, and the series repeatedly draws parallels between her and Bonnie, a seven-year-old who also doesn’t battle because she’s too young). I try to fix the damage as best I can, but it’s damage that had no real reason to exist in the first place. If Manon had been in the main series instead as a traveling companion for Ash’s rival Shouta, and a rival / protégé for Ash, then she and Alan could have met as opponents in the League, she would have had more screentime and agency in the narrative, and literally everything would have been improved by a thousandfold.

But c’est la vie, that’s not what happened. Not very much I can do about it. :/

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fbismostunwanted1158 · 7 years

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For the imagine thing, if you're still doing them.... I'm going to go dirty and ask for Imagine that your 'first time' is with Chakotay. Please? Cause you do smut so very well?

Okay, anon. Buckle up. This shit got long. (That’s what she said.) Anyway. Needless to say, this is NSFW. Watch out kiddies.

Your concentration has been blown all through Beta shift. Tonight. My quarters 1900 hours. His lowvoice echoes in your subconscious and sends tingling tendrils of anticipationacross your body. A warmth settles low in your belly with an answering wetnessbetween your thighs.

A blush colors your cheeks and you look around to see ifanyone is watching. No one notices you. No one ever notices you; only when youmake an error in calculation. But, he does. He sees you for who you really are.The Commander is never far from your thoughts.

His warm smile, the way he guides you through the corridorwith the close protection of his body, the easy companionship, and his cooking.God his cooking. The temperature isslowly rising and you wonder if it’s you or the warp core. Someone moving besideyou pulls your attention back to the task at hand.

After a few minutes, you lose focus once again. Time seemsto be moving so incredibly slow! This shift cannot possibly last any longer.The chronometer is nearing 1730. Just in time for you to clear away thehalf-written reports and--

“You’ve been working on this diagnostic for thirty minutesnow, Lieutenant. Is there something wrong?”

Oh. Shit. Why is this happening? Why? Why?

“I am so sorry. I’m—it’s just been a long day, ma’am,”B’Elanna looks at you and almost seems genuinely concerned. She pauses for amoment and you hold your breath.

“Why don’t I finish with this and you can get an early startto bed. Be ready to report tomorrow, rested and refreshed,” you look shockedand both of you know that you’re not going to say ‘no’.

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” you practically bolt out the door.

Once in your quarters, you rifle through the little civilianclothes you have. Nothing seems to be capturing your attention, so you give upon the search and start with your shower first, hoping that inspiration willstrike you.

Your aching muscles sing under the steady pressure of thehot spray. Feeling adventurous, you grab the body scrub from the untouchedcorner of the stall, a gift from your sister upon Voyager’s departure, and lather yourself. Reveling in the warmvanilla that envelopes you.

Stepping out of the bathroom, after a quick shave of yourlegs, you plop down into the softness of your bed. The towel that is looselywrapped around you relaxes as the tie falls out. Despite the standard issue‘Fleet mattress and sheet set, this is some of the best damn sleep you’ve everhad.

You burrow deeper into the comforter. A quick nap before avisit to the Commander sounds like a wonderful idea. Your eyes slip closedbefore you can ask the computer to set an alarm.

The chime of the door rouses you from your deep sleep. Yourun your hands through your dry hair and—DRYHAIR. OH, GOD.

“Computer, what time is it?”

“The time is 1948.”

Oh, God. You situp, hands flying to your mouth, and the override to your door is being keyedin. The door opens to reveal the Commander, concern etched deeply into hisexpression. There is nothing you can do to really hide your nudity from him, soyou clutch the towel against you, a deep blush rising from your chest to yourhairline.

He crosses to you and gingerly sits at the edge of your bed.

“I was worried when you didn’t answer any of my pages. Are youalright,” you lean into the hand that comes to brush your unruly hair from yourface.

“Chakotay,” his name tumbles from your foggy brain, “I am sosorry. I fell asleep and I--.”

“Sleeping is never something you have to apologize for,” hecups your face, a calloused thumb caresses your cheek, “I’ve noticed that youhaven’t been getting enough rest. I should go and let you get back to sleep.”

“No,” you think. Hehas slept in your bed many times before. Content with only feeding you,massaging you, laughing with you, and cradling you in his strong arms throughthe countless nightmares. Your relationship over these seven long months hasgrown strong, building to a beautiful crescendo that currently is slippingthrough your fingers.

Tears prick hotly behind your eyes and he scans your face,seeming to read your thoughts. He shakes his head sadly and he wants to speak,but your movement stops him. Forgetting the towel, you bring both of your handsto comb through his hair. You let your arms drop to his shoulders as he bringsyour forehead to his lips. You shudder at the delicate contact of the kiss.

He is so close you can almost feel his pulse; the enticingscent of earth, musk, and spice pulls you to nuzzle his neck. You place anexperimental kiss on his pulse point, he rests the bridge of his nose againstyour shoulder.

“Chakotay. Please,”you’re breathless, “I need you. All ofyou,” he growls as your whispered request finds him. Broad hands trace downyour bare back, goose flesh breaks out across your sensitive skin. His mouthbegins to leave wet open-mouthed kisses leading to your neck.

You moan unabashedly into the cool air of your quarters; hishands tighten on your hips. Your senses are so overwrought with what he’s doingto you that you forget to reciprocate, but he doesn’t seem to care. Recliningyou in his embrace, his lips trail your collar bone and you feel his tongueswirl over your skin.

“Mmmm…you taste likevanilla,” he hums into you. A dull ache begins to throb deep inside you,the wet heat returns to you and gushes unbidden from your naked cunt. Rubbingyour thighs together to create friction of any kind, your fingers find theirway to the hair at the nape of his neck.

A whimper is drawn from you as his mouth suckles one of yourstiff dusky nipples. You arch into his mouth and he groans with a mouth full ofyour breast.

“Are you sure…?”

You open your eyes to consider his; deep brown, full of loveand passion. A smile spreads on your face and you guide him up to meet yourlips. This kiss is different than any you’ve shared before, it’s strong, allconsuming, the fire he’s kept at bay, is slowly scorching you.

Coming up for air, he scans your face once more, asking yourpermission yet again.

“Yes, Chakotay. Takeme. I am yours. Make love to me,” the dimpled grin he gives you is blindingand beautiful. He descends upon you again; licking, nipping, and kissing. Youfeel his hand skim over the rippling muscles of your stomach, your breathhitches as one of his fingers runs through your swollen folds, hot and slippery,thick with want.

“Gods, already so wetfor me,” he brings the digit to his mouth and sucks it clean. Craving contactand the desperate need to touch his skin overtakes you, you pull clumsily atthe zipper of his jacket. Gently, he pushes you away, kissing your nose.

“Not yet. Let me seeto you first. I want to watch you come undone.”

His brazen statement and hand questing between your thighsbrings you to new heights. The slickness between your legs is surprising. You’venever been so wet in your life. His mouth returns to yours. Tongue languidlycaressing yours; there is no way you will live another night without feelingthis man inside you.

He circles your clit slowly, maddeningly; your body istaunt, ready for release. You grind yourself down into him and he presses afinger against your gushing slit.

“Ohhhh…yesssss.”

“Yes? Do you like howthat feels,” he huffs into your open mouth.

“Jesus, yes. Moremoremoremremomoreeeee…” hisfinger pushes into you, deliciously. He moans as you cry out, pulsing aroundhis broad finger.

“Oh, it’s—ah…yes. Yes.Yes,” the full feeling of him has you quaking intensely.

“Do you,” he sucksyour bottom lip between his teeth, “fingeryourself?”

His interrogation is seriously turning you on and you begin toride his finger. He gasps and matches your deep steady thrusts.

“Ugnf…yes. But, ohhhh—hmmm,”you brush your nose across his and he watches with heavy lidded eyes as youpull your bottom lip between your teeth, “Yourfingers. God, they’re bigger than mine.”

He licks your jaw hungrily and kisses you until you’rebreathless. As you pant, he adds a second finger, his thumb rubbing your clitmore insistently. The pressure is too much and it makes you jump. He stops,fingers still inside you.

“Did I hurt you,” hisbreath is hot in your ear and you feel the worry on it.

“No. It’s just toomuch.”

“Show me,” you’reconfused for a moment and he parts from you with a lingering kiss. Sittingupright, he pulls one of your legs into his lap and lets the other fall behindhim. He grasps your hand and pulls it down your body, resting it on your achingclit.

His hand covers your own and the other slowly massages youropening. You get the hint and shyly start to press and flick at the strainingbundle of nerves. You look to see him watching intently and your inner musclesclench at the intensity in which he studies your movements.

His fingers slide back inside you and you nearly come thenand there. You throw your head back and simply enjoy yourself. Your free handcomes to knead at your breast and tweak your nipple. He grunts enthusiasticallyand sets a steady rhythm.

“Do you like it whensomeone touches your breasts?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Ah, you’re so tight.It’s magnificent,” you never thought you’d be one for dirty talk, but it’sdriving you crazy with want. A fresh rush of wetness runs down his palm.

“Mmm…you like to talk.Tell me, tell me what you want.”

You feel your pussy tighten in warning. You’re soaking wetas another wave coats his hand.

“Ah! Oh! I wa-nt—ung—Iwant to feel you inside me,” all you hear is his breath, deep and heavy inthe air, “I want to ride your cock untilI forget my own naaaAAAMEAH!”

You come so hard that the force your cunt is gripping hisfingers with is almost painful. He sighs and leans down to kiss you soundly,breathing life back into you. He pulls back to say something to you, but there’sno time. You need his dick inside of you. Right at this very moment.

He huffs out a short laugh as you pounce and rolls over,helping you remove the obnoxious number of layers between you and his caramelskin. He is bared from the waste up and you fight the urge to sink your teethinto his collarbone.

Noticing the fire in your eyes, his hands palm both of yourbreasts, flicking roughly at your nipples. The sensation shoots straight toyour sensitive cunt and you rub your slick opening over the trail of hair underhis naval.

He grabs both of your ass cheeks in his hands, pulling youup his body; large arms wrap around you to unfasten his trousers, but he doesn’tslip from them just yet. He brings you to him, small slow nibbles morph intofeverish twists of tongue and teeth.

You begin to rock back on him, your clit finding delicious frictionon his abdomen, his hips thrust of their own accord, you slide down to meet hisstraining erection. He stills you, panting into your mouth, and you feel himtwitch against your ass.

“What I am about totake from you is precious,” he breathes, “I would be honored. But, if you are having--,” you silence himwith a finger over his full lips.

“I have never beenmore certain of anything. I trust you. I-,” you falter and he smiles. Hiseyes close for a moment and when they open again a lone tear escapes.

“I love you,” hetakes your hand in his and brings your knuckles to his mouth. His admission takesthe air from your lungs, you drop a kiss just above his heart, and travel downhis body. When you reach his calves, his trousers and briefs are crowded underhis knees. Once you’ve done away with his boots, socks, and pants you finallyget a good look at that handsome cock. Jumping and begging to plunge deepinside you.

“Come here,” hehusks. You climb him and he maneuvers you underneath him once again. Your handsroam the warm skin of his shoulders and he settles between your legs.

“We’ll take it easythis time. Save the more of the ‘riding’ for later,” you both chuckle andhe kisses your cheek. His hand caressing the side of your breast, sliding downover your belly, and back to your wet pulsing heat.

Fingers stretch you and his thumb mimics your movementsperfectly over your clit. You feel yourself hurtling toward release once more.When you’re just about to come, he slips his fingers from you, the head of hiscock nudging at your opening. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, you take him in. He’s huge,like iron, pulsing and twitching inside you.

The feeling isn’t uncomfortable, but strange. You’ve neverbeen so full, stretched around something so hard and heavy. His eyes are onyou, measuring your every movement, his control is impressive. Focused only onyou.

“Ahhh…is this alright,”he hisses and leans down to bring you face-to-face.

The small twinge gives way to a pleasurable ache, you feelyour muscles ripple around him and he groans, eyes squeezed shut.

“Yes, oh yes. You feelso goooood. Mmmm…”

He gives an experimental thrust and there is no real relief,he returns, pressing you deeper into the mattress and pulling against yourfront wall on his way out. Your pussy clenches in satisfaction and you moan obscenelyto let him know just how good hefeels.

He does it again. And again. Gaining speed and intensity asyour body coats him with ample lubrication. The ache turns to a throb, yourmuscles flutter every time his cock leaves you. You bring your legs to restaround his hips and he slips deeper into you.

“OH. OH. YE-ESS. G-OD,M-MORE.”

“Yes. Yes. Can youcome,” he is grunting with effort.

“H-har-der. Ughn. Ineed—I need…,” you slip your hand between your writhing bodies to slideover your clit. He grasps at one of your breasts, rolling your nipple betweenhis fingers.

Your body tenses, rippling and milking his cock, pulling itdeeper into you. Your orgasm strikes you so potently that you cannot gatherenough air in your lungs to scream the way you are inside your head. He sucksyour lip into his mouth briefly before ducking into your neck and roaring as hecomes inside you.

The warmth of it fills you, seeping into your bones. He laysbeside you, breathing like he’s just run long distance. You’re not fairing muchbetter. Soon, your senses return to you and he is gathering you to his sweatslicked chest.

“You let me know,” his arm pushes me up to lay across him, “Ifyou are hurting tomorrow. I’ll get a dermal regenerator.”

You can’t help but smile at his caring nature. Theexhaustion from earlier is assaulting you tenfold and he’s already fallingasleep. So, that is what it feels like to be ‘thoroughly fucked’, as MeganDelaney puts it. It’s wonderful. And you’re so glad you waited for this man.

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