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« Beautiful day for a hunt, isn’t it?”
You turned your head and teal eyes met yours as Raihan smirked, flashing his trademark fangs. A shiver ran down your spine as you pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, before asking your Dragapult to land in the clearing up ahead. You touched ground first, Flygon and Charizard close behind.
“Come on baby,” he kept teasing. “Don’t act all coy already, the game hasn’t even started yet.”
“You seem awfully certain that you’ll be able to even catch anything,” you retorted, sticking your tongue at him.
“You know I am very good at this,” he chuckled, coming closer. Now that you were on the ground, he was easily towering over you, and you would lie if you said this didn’t turn your legs to jelly.
He was very good, indeed. This wasn’t your first rodeo.
“Do I have to separate you, kids?” Leon teased, jumping off his Charizard.
“As if you weren’t eager to start as well, mister Champion,” Raihan laughed as he called back his Flygon. “It’s been a while since we’ve done this.”
It really had been. It was your little game, only between you, Leon and Raihan. Obviously, all of Galar knew about the polyamorous relationship between you, the Dragon Tamer and the Champion. Even if they weren’t celebrities, the number of pictures of you three together on Raihan’s social media was an obvious enough tell. You didn’t mind it. You pretty much knew your relationship would be quite public, being that they both were the most popular trainers in the entire region.
Now, what you three were about to do, that was personal. Something that wasn’t for the public eye.
You took in a deep breath, calling your Dragapult back into his pokéball. The fog in the forest of Sleepwood always gave it an eerie, almost creepy vibe. Perfect for a little chase.
What the public didn’t need to know was some of the kinks the three of you shared. Once in a while, the foggy forest would become your playground for a hunting game. Obviously, you were the game.
Raihan was the one who came up with the fantasy. He noticed how you liked to be roughed up and manhandled once in a while, and he loved the idea of having you completely submitting to him and leaving love bites on you. Leon was usually calmer in the act, but he definitely enjoyed a more dominant role as well. Both of them have always spoiled you and left you content and satisfied, and you loved to play the part when it came to more extreme games, like the one you were about to play.
“Alright, alright, you win,” Leon shrugged before looking at you. “Let’s review the rules one last time.”
You nodded. Everything had already been discussed, the rules, do’s and don’t carefully laid out, safe word and gesture shared. But it never hurt to refresh it all one last time.
“You both have your kit, right?” you asked. Everything you might need on your trip was in there. Water, lube, wipes. You also all had flares and a mean to localize each other in a pinch, or in case you got lost. This one was mostly for Leon.
After checking that everything was in order, you continued. “I will have 10 minutes to run ahead. After that, you are free to work together or against each other. You can tag team me, I prepared myself just in case. The safe word is Wooloo, and if I can’t talk, three fast taps is the sign that you need to stop. Other than that, I will struggle and try to break free, as we established. Let’s just say that I am trying to escape unwanted male attention during mating season,” you grinned. “It falls to you to make me submit.”
The two of them returned the smile, eyes narrowing. You could feel the tension rising and they came ever so slightly closer to you.
“I’ll give you 1 hour to catch me. If you don’t, we’ll rendez-vous back here. If you do manage to catch me, you are free to do with me as you please. When you’re finished, I’ll have 15 minutes this time to try and get away from you. I think that about sums it up.”
“Perfect!” Raihan clicked his tongue as he threw the extra GPS device on the ground. That way you’ll be able to find back this clearing as a rendez-vous point after the game.
“If everyone is ready,” Leon started as he turned to you, golden eyes digging into yours, “I’d suggest you start running, sweetheart.”
So you did.