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Drasna sighed to herself, wandering through the streets of Celestic Town. She had come here, to her old hometown in the northern part of the Sinnoh Region, to find...well, she wasn't sure exactly.
Her wife had wanted to come, but Drasna had insisted she needed to go alone. In truth, her wife was part of the reason why she felt so uncertain right now. She still loved her, don't get the wrong idea, just...it had been so, so long since they'd had sex, and Drasna was really missing it.
She supposed it shouldn't be too surprising. Both she and her wife were getting quite up there in age, it wasn't shocking that one of them would've lost their sexual urges. But Drasna hadn't. She had been told more than once that she had a hell of a body for a woman her age, and evidently her sex drive had stayed with it...which sadly left her feeling a little neglected when her wife stopped seeing her as a sexual partner.
Sighing again, she sat down on a bench, trying to collect her thoughts.
If she had delayed her vacation any longer, then things might have ended up so much differently. Maybe Drasna would have internally settled those feelings of neglect, returned home to her otherwise loving, aging wife, and become truly happy with her again. Maybe she would have felt even more lost than before, and the situation at home would have slowly spiraled out of control. And like parallel lines, her path and his would have never crossed...but fate was looking down on her kindly, in its own way.
"Drasna?" A youthful voice resounded from nearby, sounding off in disbelief. A handsome man, a newcomer to adulthood, was staring at her with wide, adoring eyes. He was a Sinnoh native, a boy who had recently come of age and decided to backpack across the whole beautiful region. He had taken up lodging in one of the town's small inns, and planned on only staying a few days to appreciate the historic town. But his love of history paled in comparison to his pure admiration for the older, accomplished woman before him.
"It is you, right? I'd recognize you anywhere, I'm such a huge fan! The way you battle is just so graceful, and even after all these years you've only gotten better, not to mention more beautiful. I admire the model you set..." The young man's flurry of compliments came to a pause when he noticed the sullen look on her face. Something was clearly amiss.
In his excitement to meet her, he had completely lost himself in the idea of her, and nearly forgotten to acknowledge the reality.
"Oh... I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude if you're busy. I know being famous must be exhausting...I can leave you alone, if you'd prefer that." For as big of a fan as he was, the last thing he'd want would be to violate her privacy, especially in her own hometown.
Drasna hadn't been expecting to run into a fan here, but she supposed she shouldn't be surprised. The Elite Four of any region was a prestigious position. Of course she would still hold a lot of popularity in her home region. The surge of compliments followed by apologies made her smile and chuckle.
"It's quite alright." She assured. "I'm only on vacation, not busy at all." She scooted aside to make room on the bench. She wasn't quite sure why. She could've just as easily voiced her appreciation of his admiration and sent him on his way, but...she supposed she just wanted to have somebody, anybody, to talk to at the moment. "I could use the company."
That was so much more than he had been expecting; a quick chat at most, an autograph, and a selfie would have been enough to make his entire month. But the opportunity to spend so much time with a gorgeous older woman, one he'd been cheering on for so long? Part of him wondered if it was really okay to intrude on Drasna's personal time like that.
But the other part was already walking over to the bench and taking a seat right beside her, carefully gauging how much distance he could comfortably put between them. He couldn't turn down a request from his favorite Elite Four member in the world, right? This was already a dream come true.
"It'd be an honor to keep you company, really! Thank you for having me!" He brushed aside his dark, curly bangs and turned to her with an infatuated smile. "I'm Ren, by the way. I've been a Sinnohan all my life, but I follow the Kalos League a lot...mostly because of you. You're amazing, seriously. A huge inspiration."
"Good to meet you, Ren." Drasna gave him a genuine smile, enjoying his cheerful nature. In some ways, he reminded her of herself, in her younger days. "And thank you. You really know how to make an old lady feel admired..." She trailed off, the words tugging her train of thought back to what had brought her here in the first place.
Her gaze wandered over the town, a lot of familiar locations. Surprisingly little had changed since she had moved to Kalos...Celestic was almost a town out of time. She momentarily forgot about the young man next to her, her last words and distracted gaze telling him a lot about how she was feeling at the moment.
That kindly smile that emanated such a wonderful motherly aura...the way she battled and cared for her Pokemon with that same gentle look in her eyes was what made Ren fall for her in the first place.
"Please, I can't begin to tell you how much I admire you. I think you're the kind of person every trainer should aspire to be." Of course, by 'fall for her', he didn't necessarily mean it like that. He was aware of the tiniest bit of Drasna's personal life, and he'd watched those few celebratory occasions where she and her wife would appear together on live TV. What a lucky woman her wife must have been. If he had the chance to grow old with a beautiful, gentle, and kindly lady like her...
Ren shook off those thoughts for the moment. Now wasn't the time for such fantasies. It shouldn't have been...but he quickly noticed Drasna's gaze wasn't quite focused on the moment either. Those wistful eyes seemed different than the Drasna depicted in front of a camera. He could read her well enough, could see the heavy thoughts weighing down on her shoulders. As a fan...no, as a human being right by her side, he was more than willing to let her lean on him.
"Is something the matter?" He gently asked, trying not to impose himself on the situation. "I'm sorry if it's not my place, it's just...you look like you have a lot on your mind. I wouldn't mind at all, if you want to talk about it...but of course, please don't feel pressured."
"Hmm?" Drasna looked at him, shaking herself out of memories and questions. Realizing that he had picked up on her mood, she contemplated what she should say. Surely she couldn't just pour out her marital struggles and doubts to this random fan...
...but on the other hand, why couldn't she? He was an unknown, from a different region than the one she now called home. It wasn't like she was especially likely to run into him frequently, if at all. What was the worst that could happen? He talks to a tabloid and gives them a rumor about her relationship? She had long since learned to ignore those sorts of stories anyway.
"I...I suppose I can tell you..." She said. The feeling of starting to talk made her feel a little calmer. It was nice to get it off her chest. "I came here to reflect. There's been some...difficulties with me and my wife lately, you see."
Martial issues. As young and free as he was, this wasn't something that Ren had all that much expertise in. Part of him worried that he'd be completely useless for something like this...but an outsider's perspective could be valuable, and even more than that, just the emotional unburdening of talking through her problems with someone was incredibly important. For the wonderful woman beside him, he would lend an ear no matter how heavy her heart was. The man fixed his focus completely on Drasna, his silver eyes sparkling with compassion.
"I'm sorry to hear that...you two always seemed like such a good couple, I would have never guessed." Seeing Drasna show up with her wife year after year for red carpets and the like, he genuinely admired how committed they seemed. Maybe part of him yearned for that stability too. But those cameras could never capture the full extent of a relationship.
"If you're comfortable with it...may I ask what those difficulties are? If you think it would help, I mean." It was the gentlest suggestion he could manage. "Whatever you tell me, it stays between us. I won't go running off to the paparazzi or anything like that, I promise." The look in Ren's eyes was genuine. He didn't intend to tell a single soul.
Drasna could tell that he seemed genuine in his words, at least. Obviously she didn't know him for certain, but she felt pretty confident that he would keep his word. Not that it mattered, really. It's not like he would have any proof if he did tell.
"It's..." She considered what to tell him, how to put it. She didn't want to come across like she was attacking her wife; she hadn't really done anything wrong to deserve that. "It's nothing that either of us has done, exactly. I suppose you could say it's the opposite." She flushed a little. It was a bit embarrassing to talk about this. "As we've gotten older, my wife's sex drive has...slowed, to say the least. I can't even remember the last time we did...anything. But...but mine hasn't, so I just...I feel lonely and uncared for, sometimes." She turned her head to look at Ren. "I'm not saying she doesn't love me! I know she does. But..." She shrugged, uncertain how to clarify further.
A faint heat rose to his cheeks, giving his a light red tint to match her own. That was certainly a sensitive subject matter. He felt like a voyeur being granted an unearned view of their bedroom. Was it really okay for him to hear all of these intimate details? But maybe strangers were best for confessions like these. Even more, he was surprised that Drasna's libido hadn't run dry with all of her graceful aging. But maybe he shouldn't have been. That refined, mature aura she radiated carried a certain spryness with it, nearly untouched by that yearly-rising number she'd been assigned. Another reason to admire her.
Ren felt absolutely no hostility coming from her. It was perfectly clear that she was still deeply in love with her wife, and this complaint hadn't changed that in the slightest. But that didn't make her desires wrong. He shook his head, making his curly black hair sway along with him.
"I understand exactly what you mean. This isn't a lack of love, not on her side or yours. It must be so hard to talk about, especially to her, isn't it? But neither of you did anything wrong," he reassured her, and exhaled through his nose. The young man was understanding beyond his years, at least in some small part. "Still...that doesn't mean your pain isn't real. You aren't wrong to feel frustrated, not at all." He brought a comforting hand to her shoulder, hoping that small touch wouldn't be unwelcome. "It may not help with the loneliness, but, um..." That slight red tint became a bit more saturated. "Has...tending to your needs alone...helped at all?"
Drasna chuckled at the suggestion, touched by the understanding and care he seemed to display, far more than she would've expected from somebody his age. Of course, she had tried exactly what he was suggesting. It had been her first thought, when she realized what was happening in her marriage, that she could just take care of it herself.
"It alleviates it a tiny bit..." She shook her head. "But it's not the same...as soon as I come down from the feeling, I just feel lonelier than ever." She smiled. "But I appreciate the idea, anyway. You're really sweet."
Intense pleasure with loneliness immediately following...Ren understood that better than he cared to admit. He'd become well-acquainted with that feeling in these days of pleasure-seeking, even when caressing a partner in bed with not even the fabric of their clothes to keep them from each other. All that intimacy was meaningless when he knew they would be separated in the morning. He gave a small, helpless laugh.
"I'm sorry, I wish I had more meaningful advice..." To ease his unsteadiness, he took a deep breath, and found comfort in Drasna's smile. "The last thing I want is for this to come across wrong. You and your wife are so, so cute together, and I would love if you two could...I don't know, find some way to satisfy both of your needs. But with the way things are..." His better nature told him to hold his tongue, but he wanted to respond to Drasna's feelings with his own. "You deserve better than to feel that crushing loneliness, especially from someone who loves you. It's not her fault, and not yours either...but still. You're an amazing woman...so full of love, so beautiful, even sexy. Anyone would be lucky to call you their wife, to have and hold you in bed whenever you want it. Someone as you should never have to feel alone."
Drasna flushed, her cheeks turning red at his words. It was a beautiful sentiment, and she truly appreciated it. Though she couldn't help but be a bit embarrassed by his words, the amount of admiration in them.
"Thank you..." She laughed awkwardly. "You don't have to exaggerate though. I'm an old woman...I know people say I've aged gracefully, but surely I'm not all that compared to all the other, much younger women you must be used to."
Honestly, Ren didn't know what had just come over him. Those words of praise spilled out of his lips without much if any inhibition, like a direct pipeline from his heart to his lips had been established. Lavishing a married woman with this much praise surely violated normal etiquette, and it didn't help that he was a man talking to an something of an out-and-proud lesbian icon. He was long past the point of worrying about that though. He had seen Drasna's pain, and he wanted nothing more than to ease it.
"It's not an exaggeration at all." he bluntly stated, immediately dispelling her self-deprecation. "You're every bit as gorgeous as any woman my age... no, you're even better in my eyes, if I'm being honest. Beauty like yours, the kind that hasn't faded at all over the years, is so rare...and it helps that you're a beautiful woman both inside and out. If it were up to me, I'd give up a hundred of the hottest women my age for just one night with you."
Ah. Ren had gone and said something inappropriate, hadn't he? His mind took over again, wrestling with his heart for just a bit of temporary control. "N...not that I...I mean, just theoretically! I'd never want to get between...agh, I'm sorry. I take it you know what I mean, right?" Laying out the depths of his affection like that was a bit embarrassing, but in some sense, it felt like he was unburdening himself just the same. "...I really do mean it. Everything from your curves to your smile, all I see are reasons to love you. She's a lucky woman to have you. If I were in her place...I would gladly take care of all your needs."
"I...understand what you're attempting to say." Drasna assured him even as the other implications of his words made her further redden in embarrassment. "Don't freak yourself out. I'm not offended."
As Drasna let a somewhat awkward silence hang between them, a thought she didn't expect intruded on her...why not?
Drasna tried to shake it away. Where had that come from? She had never been attracted to men. All the way back to her teenage years, back in a time when people in general had been far less understanding of it than they were today, the female form had been the only one she had found appealing. It had been like that all her life, and now? Was she really that desperate for attention that she would even accept it from a man? And besides, she was married! Surely she couldn't just...sleep around like that...
Ren could hear his heart pounding like crazy in his chest. He was in disbelief that he'd said all of that to her, flagrantly sexualizing a lesbian icon right to her face. Drasna's words gave him a bit of comfort, but they did little to quell the heat rising to his cheeks.
"I'm glad. You know I would never...y...you understand." The air remained tense between them as he struggled to find the words to say. His choice of words may have been poorly thought out, but what was harder to reconcile now that he'd calmed down from that emotional fervor was that...he really did mean all of that. If she were interested in men, if he had been the one Drasna had chosen, then he would have loved nothing more than to grow old by her side. And even when they may have been deemed too old for the act, he would have remained willing to give her what her body so desperately yearned for. Even now the thought enticed him. Their age gap didn't matter in his mind. If she reached out a hand, Ren would have gladly...no. What was he thinking? How disrespectful for him to even be treating that sort of scandal as a faint possibility, much less a desirable one. But how could he not see her like that?
"Ugh, I'm sorry. I said too much, didn't I? If you want me to leave, I will. I didn't mean to...I mean, I meant all of that, but...saying it like that was so awkward, and inappropriate..."
"No, don't!" Drasna said quickly when she realized he was suggesting leaving. She couldn't have that, not until she sorted out her thoughts. "S...stay, just...give me a moment..."
She tried to put her thoughts on order. Sure, she wasn't attracted to men, but...lesbians were much harder to find, and even more difficult was finding any who would be interested in somebody her age. And her wife...her wife loved her. She would want her to be happy...right? She probably wouldn't want her to pass up on a rare opportunity like this, surely? ...she couldn't believe she was really entertaining this option, but...if she was going to do anything, she'd better before she lost her nerve.
"Do...you really mean all that?" She asked. "You truly find me sexy?"
His legs tensed up and he nearly sprung to his feet, prepared to run away from this overwhelmingly awkward scenario he'd gotten himself into. But Drasna's words turned his legs to lead, anchored him firmly by her side, calming his nerves even the slightest bit. "...Alright." If that was what she wanted, he would stay.
Being confronted by his own words was something Ren usually never shied away from, but things felt so much more intense now. Yet as inappropriate as he had obviously been, he had no intention of taking back what he said.
"...I do. I'm sure she does too, but... well, look at you. Curvy in all the right places, there's plenty in the front and the back to admire about you. And say what you will, but I think your face has only become even more beautiful with age. A smile I would love to wake up to every single morning. Forgive me for saying it, but every part of you is so unbelievably sexy, Drasna."
He could feel his heart thumping powerfully in his chest again. The air between them had changed, grown hotter, and...well, if she needed any further proof that his words were honest, she could just glance down at his lap. That growing, massive bulge pitched a sizable tent. He couldn't be blamed for that.
Drasna gaze dropped downward, possibly from mild embarrassment, possibly from a subconscious thought to look. Whatever the reason, she found herself staring squarely at the bulge formed in his pants. Her heart beat a bit quicker. She had no experience with men to compare to, no idea if it was average or above or what, but...as crazy as the idea was, maybe that was the answer to her problems.
"Would..." Looking up at him, she stumbled over her words, hardly believing she was saying them. "Would you like to prove it?" She tried to put a suggestive, playful tone to her words, the kind she had used back when she had been flirting with the woman who would become her wife. She was a bit out of practice, but she hope the meaning got across.
The flow of time seemed to grind to a halt, and Ren found himself unable to look away, fully fixated on the woman he'd just showered with compliments. He couldn't believe what she was saying either. His mind pored over those six words dozens of times in a single instant, trying and failing to find any alternative interpretation of them. Not with that flirtatious tone, one that seemed almost wrong coming out of her lips, but that he found himself welcoming anyway.
Wrong didn't begin to cover what she was implying, what his heart was yearning for. There were dozens of things that made this a horrible, horrible idea. He knew he shouldn't have been on the receiving end of these words. He knew that surely, if he accepted them, it would break the heart of the one woman who really did deserve them.
'Deserve them'? Did she really? It was such a callous, downright embarrassing thought to have, but one he couldn't turn away from.
"Drasna," he whispered to her, his breath hitching in his throat. "I... are you sure?" But his hand was already reaching over to her own. He felt a touch of gold against his finger...her wedding band. Oh Arceus, someone else should be holding her hand right now. And yet he selfishly, greedily, felt like he deserved it so much more than that woman.
"I..." Drasna swallowed. She was being given a chance to back out. She should take it. Should say it was all a mistake and that they should go their separate ways. But...she was also being given a chance to continue. And, with attempts to justify it to herself, to assure herself that her wife would approve if it made her happy, she nodded. "I'm sure..." She cleared her throat. "I have a house here, my parents left it me. We could go there...if you really want to."
The moral impetus didn't fall solely on her. Ren could convince himself that this was fine in a thousand different ways, but he knew better than that. That enticing, scandalous offer to take this to her childhood home, to go through all of this beyond the loving gaze of her wife, and even to make her betray her own sexuality...the burning truth in his core was that this wasn't the right thing to do. It was undeniable. He'd never see footage of those two women together in the same way. He knew he should stop this now, cut all contact and send her home sobbing to the comforting arms of her spouse.
So then why did his hand tighten around her own, why did his fingers feel so comfortably laced into hers? ...Oh, right. He didn't want to be alone either.
They were out in public. Anyone could have seen them together, and a single picture of how close they'd become would be enough to ignite a scandal that would burn through Kalos in minutes. But all he could think about was how radiant she looked in this sunset, how he wished he could have this golden woman all to himself so much sooner than this. He couldn't even wait until they made it back to her house, he had fallen too hard. He leaned forward, shut his eyes in surrender to these feelings, and closed the distance between them slowly. Until his lips were pressed against his own, kissing her with a slow, soft passion like he'd never kissed a woman before.
Drasna hadn't expected the kiss. As his lips pressed against hers, alarm bells rang from how exposed they were. Anybody could see them, and if just one recognized her and took a picture...she knew it would be front page of every tabloid from here to Kalos. Yet she didn't pull back...on the contrary, she kissed in return, pushing her lips against his. It started awkward and clumsy, but was quickly filled with heat and passion for this man who had been the first to show her real affection since this whole mess started...
When they overcame that initial awkwardness, when their lips connected in just the right way, everything felt so right. Ren reveled in that sensation, returned every bit of heat she gave with more of his own, knowing those lips had been kissing just one woman for decades up until now. When she broke the kiss at last, she had fully and completely stolen his breath away. He was nearly left panting out of sheer desire for her, out of a taboo need to feel her so much more.
Pulling back, she took her hand from his, looking around nervously. Thankfully, it didn't seem like anyone was around.
"Wait until we're in the house, silly boy." She admonished, but with no real anger behind it.
"I'm sorry," he whispered back to her, but his undertones were more of seductive teasing than genuine remorse. "You make it hard for me to wait."
He stood from the bench and glanced around, assuring himself that no one would see. He was grateful that this rustic town drew such little attention to itself. His eyes seemed to acknowledge that he had done something wrong, that he was playing with fire. And yet he seemed guiltless, all too willing to be burned. He extended a hand to Drasna where she sat, like she was a princess and he was her escort. "Shall we?"
Drasna swallowed, feeling this was truly the last chance. If she took his hand, then...then she wouldn't back out. She would be betraying her wife, the love of her life, betraying her lifelong orientation...all because she couldn't stand the loneliness.
She reached up and took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet.
"Follow me." She requested. "I'll show you the way to the house."
Again he felt that golden ring brush against his fingers when he took her hand. It was a manifestation of the romantic vow she took, their uncompromising, immortal love given physical form. And the thought of fulfilling those vows better than her loving wife could...it excited him more than it should have.
"Gladly." He followed close by her side, only ever lagging behind her so he could admire the way her wide, babymaking hips swayed as she walked. His overeager shaft swelled up, more desperate for her body than he'd been for anyone else. The way it strained against that restraining fabric was nearly unbearable. Fuck, he couldn't wait to get out of his clothes.
Drasna led him through the small town, carefully avoiding anybody else who might be outside. They made it to her childhood home without incident, Drasna quickly opening the doors and leading the way inside.
Memories surged over her as she waited for him to follow her in. Not just of her childhood, of discovering she liked women...beyond that, this was where she had honeymooned with her wife. It was a house full of history and personal attachment, all of which had prevented her from ever selling it...and all of which she was about to let be defiled.
As he stepped into her historic house, Ren could feel the weight of those accumulated memories pressing down on him. A young Drasna had grown up here, had likely imagined herself finding permanent happiness with the woman of her dreams in these very halls. And though he didn't know it, this very same house had become a monument to their love during that honeymoon. All those passionate nights they must have shared together, right in these walls...yet he didn't feel unwelcome in the slightest. Not when he took a step in behind the house's owner.
And not when he wrapped his arms behind her, abruptly interrupting her reminiscence, and clung affectionately to her from behind. Any memories racing through her mind would now have to compete for room in her thoughts, thanks to the sensation of that huge bulge pressing right up against her plush rear. The much younger man pressed a kiss to her cheek from behind, and whispered sweet words into her ear, words that he had no right to gift her: "Welcome home, my love."
The words sent a shiver down her body. Words so familiar, and yet, so foreign and wrong in that voice, accompanied by the feeling of that bulge pressing against her. All of it should have sent her running for the hills, but instead, it was making her quiver in excitement.
Pulling out of his arms, too worked up to wait, she took his arms and brought him close, pressing their lips together as she pulled him towards the bedroom.
Every kiss with her felt as novel and forbidden as the first. Her lips sent a light, pleasant shock through his whole body that he couldn't get enough of, like his most depraved pleasure receptors were all being pinged at once. It was more than a want at this point, he needed to take this further.
Through that kiss he followed her right into the bedroom, letting her guide their stumbling feet every step of the way. Between those passionate embraces he could barely get a glance at the room, the childhood bedroom she had grown up with, the magnificent bed that had been waiting for Drasna's return. Being here, doing this with her in that very room, made him feel so strangely sensual. It made him want her so much more.
He couldn't bring himself to even lock the door, there was just no need. Ren's hands focused on her body instead, that gorgeous, sexy, curvaceous delight that had gone unappreciated for far too long. Without so much as asking her permission, his hands wandered down from her hips as they kissed, and they pulled her closer, sinking right into that doughy, fat ass of hers, showing her directly just how sexy he found her body. He groped and squeezed away as they kissed, unable to bring himself to stop that loving embrace for even a second.
Drasna moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands squeezing her ass, almost possessively. Her wife had always loved her ass...she used to grope and play with it teasingly around the house...but that was before. Recently it had been as neglected as the rest of her.
Reaching up, she started to undo her clothes, soon letting them drop to the floor, exposing most of her body to Ren, only her bra and panties remaining on her.
The feeling of those strong, manly hands playing with her plump cheeks must have been a new sensation for her. Ren was stronger, greedier than her spouse could ever be. She knew the touch of a man would be foreign to her, that male hands would only ever make it there as an act of flagrant harassment in the past. But he was unlike them. His touch was being welcomed, her body gave way to it and silently gave him permission to do even more.
Possessive may have been putting it lightly. The way he groped her, felt her up and just sunk his fingers into that doughy ass, his hands just asserted ownership of her body wherever they touched him. He knew damn well that he had no right to Drasna, not like her wife did. That the idea that he alone could possess her was a depraved fantasy at best. And the undeniable desire he had for exactly that was something he knew must never be put to words, at least not yet. But his hands expressed it all too well for him, they made his intentions remarkably clear.
He pulled away and let go just so that they could strip down together. Ren frantically tampered with the belt on his waist, unclasped it and slid it off, tossed it haphazardly to the floor with a metallic jingle. His pants effortlessly dropped at his pull, leaving him in nothing but tight-fitted boxers that snugly contained his monstrous bulge. He practically ripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, exposing his youthful, muscular figure to his newest flame. He was handsome, chiseled, lean in build. And her?
"Drasna, you're fucking gorgeous."
"Thank you." Drasna blushed as she looked over his body, the first time she had ever given the male form attention like this. She thought he looked fine enough...certainly he had nothing in looks on the woman she was so fond of, but...his attention and desire for her made up for it, in some strange way, making her burn with a need to feel him, and to make him feel good in return.
Stepping closer, she carefully lowered herself to her knees. She reached a hand forward, rubbing at that bulge, more eager than she expected to see what was inside. Gripping his boxers, she pulled them down, letting his cock spring free.
That look on her face was so much more adorable than he could have imagined. Drasna was undoubtedly a middle-aged woman, but she may as well have been a blushing schoolgirl in this moment, surrendering her first time to him. In a sense, that was still the case: even if it was just her first time with a man, he was being entrusted with a special occasion for her, a moment that should never have come to pass.
Even after all of that heated, passionate making out, Ren was unsure how a lesbian like her would feel going all the way with a man. He wondered if she would even feel sexual gratification from this, or if just drinking in his attention and love would be enough to fill the hole her wife had left in her lack of care. But watching her drop to the floor and willingly take the next step was so much hotter than he had been expecting.
From the moment his cock sprang out, it throbbed and twitched, desperate to feel her. Its sheer size made it smack right against her face once she'd freed it, long enough to close the distance and more. That heated seven-inch rod happily rested on her face, introducing her to the sight and feeling of a thick, pulsating cock for the first time. The warmth it emanated, those bulging veins, its sheer girth that might be a challenge to wrap her lips around. And it was this hard all because of her.
His hands wandered down to her graying hair, laced into those well-maintained locks and dominantly pulled her closer, gently rubbing her right up against that length. Ren waited eagerly to see how she would respond to it. A lesbian's first cock, and maybe the best she could have asked for.
Drasna gasped as his cock touched her. She really didn't know what constituted an impressive size for a man, but it was bigger than the toys she had experienced with her wife. She let him rub her face against it as she took in the other differences. The heated, throbbing life to it...and the scent...she had never imagined she would like the smell of cock. Had never even considered it, because why would she? Yet she was inhaling, eager for more.
Opening her lips, she extended her tongue, running it along the cock before her tentatively, testingly, watching for a reaction.
He would have opened his mouth to ask how she felt, but that transfixed look in her eyes told him everything he wanted to know. It seemed clear that Drasna liked his warm, lively cock more than a lesbian ever should. Even this late in her life, she was still discovering new things, hm? It was never too late to keep experimenting. And Ren was happy to indulge, rubbing that pulsating shaft right up against her, letting her intake that thick, masculine scent that it exuded. He could feel her soft breaths moving in more than out...
And then came the touch of her tongue. Her technique was clumsy and awkward, nowhere near the expertise of some of the women he'd spent passionate nights with. But that was to be expected, and in all honesty, Ren didn't care. The fact that it was Drasna's tongue was all he needed to be more turned on than for anyone else...a sentiment her wife didn't seem to share these days. That hard, thick cock twitched as it felt that warm tongue spreading streaks of drool along his cock, and even began dribbling precum out from the tip and down to her lips, an early reward.
"Fuck, that's good..." He sighed out for her, his gaze fixed on her sultry milfy figure.
Those eyes, that half-lidded silvery gaze. He was looking at her like she was the sole object of his desires, the only woman he could ever want to share this kind of moment with. A look she hadn't gotten in who knew how long.
Seeing that look on her made her practically melt. That was what she needed. That was why she was doing this now. It wasn't the physical pleasure in itself. It was the feeling of her partner believing she was the only woman in the world in that moment...that was what she missed the most. And seeing him give it to her, she really wanted to give him what he wanted back.
Opening her mouth, she took his cock inside. She had sucked on dildos before, using her spit to lube them up. She had a general idea of how to do this. Still, this was larger, more challenging, and she had never done it with a focus on giving pleasure before. Even so, she managed to fit her mouth around it and started to move her head, bit by bit getting used to the size and taking more and more in with each bob of her head.
"Mmmmmh, fuck..." Her amateurish technique was only so much of a limitation. The feeling of her soft, plush lips wrapped around his cock, of her warm, wet mouth taking in his oversized length, was pure heaven. And that look in his eyes that she so craved, it grew stronger like a billowing blaze, burning with a love that transcended age, orientation, and marital status alike.
Where her own inexperience failed her, Ren was happy to guide. He caressed her beautiful head gently and eased her into that bobbing motion, teaching her with his hands exactly how he wanted her to move. He showed her to linger at the tip and then throw herself at his shaft, hold it down as far as she could before slowly sliding back up. Bit by bit he was helping her take more of him inside, two inches, then three and four.
"Just like that...fuck, you're doing so good. And you feel amazing...mmnh, I fucking love you, Drasna..." He sighed down to her in pure bliss, and his cock throbbed with pure affection inside of her mouth. Ren just couldn't help himself. He wanted her love, he wanted all of it.
As his hand guided her movements, Drasna became more and more confident in them. She picked up on his cues well, soon instinctively incorporating what he showed her he liked, all to make it better for him, to get more of that passionate gaze out of him.
She could taste his precum leaking onto her tongue as she sucked on his cock, feeling him throb in her mouth. She knew that if she kept this up, he would end up cumming. The thought should've disgusted her, having a man's cum filling her mouth and throat. But in this situation, in this moment, she didn't feel that. She was eager to taste it, her head moving faster as she tried to draw it out of him.
It was remarkable just how fast Drasna was picking up on how to pleasure a cock, particularly for a woman who had no interest in this in all of her storied life. He found that his guidance was soon unnecessary, the way she bobbed up and down as if devoted to the service of that massive rod had already brought him into a state of pure pleasure. The more she worked her mouth along that enormous length, the more it rewarded her with powerful twitches and spurts of pre-cum, a sign of how much he loved this.
"Yes, just like that... give me more, baby..." A horrible thought came to his mind, the worst fantasy he could have imagined. What if her wife were here, bearing witness to this betrayal firsthand? What if she stormed in and watched from the door in horror at what her wife was doing, and with a boy this much younger than her, no less? It should have been shameful, sinful even...but it made his cock throb particularly hard in her mouth. Goodness, that was fucked up, and yet part of him wanted it so deeply.
She had been inundated with that thick cock scent this entire time, fully submerged in it as she worshipped his dick. Something even better was coming, churning in those heavy balls that smacked against her chin. A reward greater than anything she could have known. Drasna was just one inch away from her lips connecting to the very base. And if she managed to take it all the way down...she might just have earned it.
She could feel how close he was, in every throb and twitch, in every quiet exclamation of pleasure, in every tensing of his body. The base of his cock was right there in front of her, a mere inch away. Tempting her to finish taking it all the way.
Pushing herself determinedly, she shoved forward, forcing his cock into her throat more and more. Fuck...all the people who looked up to her as a lesbian icon, one of the people who had helped make same-sex relationships more accepted and normalized...if only they could see her now. Her face flushed at the thought. On her knees, taking a cock like she was born to do it...they'd feel almost as betrayed as her wife would.
With one last push, her lips connected with the base of his cock.
The thoughts of betrayal in his mind were just as strong as his thoughts of pure love for the GILF on her knees. How would the world react to this? If just one picture got out from this encounter, the legendary lesbian icon Drasna would be as good as gone, dismissed as a wife-abandoning, queer-baiting, cock-hungry, attention-seeking whore. Imagine the heartbreak in her wife's eyes. Imagine how many years back this would set her fight for lesbians' rights.
With her lips connected to the very base, every inch of his cock was buried deep in her throat, and it was over, Ren couldn't take it anymore. He held her there, kept her connected with every inch of that throbbing, twitching cock stuffed inside of her, able to breathe in nothing but the aroma of his cock.
"Fuck, Drasna..." His breaths became unsteady, his hips bucked as if to push his length deeper than it had already gone. And that look in his eyes, he was just helplessly in love, fawning over her body and enamored by everything about her. "I'm...mmmmmfh, fuuuuuuck!"
That throbbing grew stronger, STRONGER, and then it all exploded. Thick, rich, hot white spunk poured out from the tip in thick, heavy ropes, an uncontrollable, veritable flood of semen for her to feast on. He sprayed a few ropes right down her throat and then pulled back, bringing her lips to the tip, granting the lesbian her first taste of that sticky seed. It filled her mouth, drowned her tongue with the flavor, he made sure to keep her there so she could get every drop. Thoughts of getting her hopelessly addicted to his taste were all he could fantasize about as he poured out every drop of that heavy load right into her, until he was finished at last.
Drasna could tell when he was about to cum. What she could never have foreseen was the size of his release. She swallowed the first few shots down her throat without much issue, but then he had pulled back and started releasing into her mouth. The taste was overwhelming; salty, thick cum covering her tongue with a flavor far more intense than her wife's juices.
She swallowed as much of it as she could, but when he at last pulled his cock back away from her lips, there was still so much. It leaked out of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts, staining her bra with her young lover's load.
The sheer size of that load was only a surprise to one of them. For Ren, this was completely expected, the natural output given how pent-up he'd been from traveling for a few days...and more importantly, from how much Drasna had turned him on throughout all of this. That overwhelming release was like making up for lost time on both of their parts. The scent of it lingered around her and filled the air of her childhood room, marring the memories of innocence and love that once belonged here. And that overwhelming volume was a symbol of just how much love he had to give her, enough to fill her stomach and paint her mouth white, enough to make up for all the times she had felt undesired and sexually unwanted...and maybe enough to overshadow her inadequate wife.
"Fuck...Arceus, that was...wow..." The young man panted lightly, his body dripping with sweat. After that first climax, he should have entered a refractory period, taken some time to calm down from that sexual high. But the sight alone of his seed pouring out of Drasna's lips and pooling between her breasts...he lacked the words to describe how unbelievably horny that made him. His soft, drool-coated shaft, marked with stray strands of seed lingering from the tip, had shrunk down after pumping all of that out for her. And yet it was already starting to grow, slowly but certainly returning to its full size.
"Did you...like that?" He breathlessly asked, dying to know what his lesbian lover felt about those new sensations.
"I..." Drasna was still catching her breath from the intensity of that blowjob. Pulling herself up, she sat on the bed, leaning back a bit, her legs spread. Her panties were visibly soaked through, something Drasna could feel as she moved, but almost couldn't believe.
Reaching down, she ran her fingers through the mess, raising them up with her own juices glistening on the tip. She examined it in surprise and wonder. A man had done that? Had made her react like...that? It was surely just from how neglected she was previously...right?
"Yeah...I think so." She finally answered, laughing as she wiped her fingers on the sheet. Reaching down, she pulled her panties off, exposing her soaked pussy to the air.
The flames of passion in his eyes flickered in anticipation when he watched where her hand wandered. As if her own mind wasn't enough, she had to feel for herself how her body felt about all of this new pleasure. And when she arrived at that answer, slid those soaked panties down and exposed the intense mess that had been left between her legs...fuck. Fuck. That flame turned into a billowing inferno.
She would see it in Ren's eyes again, a hyperfixation on her like she was the only woman in the entire region, a desire for her body so powerful that he would give up all else just to have her. A look that may have been more powerful even than the ones her wife gave her on their honeymoon nights right in this very house.
His heart spilled words right onto his tongue, where they lingered, hesitating, airless and uncertain. "Goodness..." Was the only sound that left him as his mind slammed on the brakes. Invoking her memory would be a terrible mistake. What he was about to give her was something Drasna could have just as easily gotten from her, back before her desire had sputtered out. The comparison would be too direct, and she would have every reason to draw them in her head, to come to terrifying conclusions about herself and what she wanted, who she wanted. It was a path they were better off not going down, a road that might have been one-way. There was lightning on the tip of his tongue. Ren should have kept quiet. But his inhibitions in this moment were lacking.
"...How long has it been since she's tended to you like this?" His voice was quiet and careful, yet it still echoed through the room. He took slow, steady steps towards the bed, and lowered himself down between her widespread legs. "How long since she's made you into this much of a mess?" His hands reached towards those wide hips, fit for child-rearing even in her old age. If only she had met a man sooner. "I can't imagine how lonely it must have been, taking care of things like this without her. Even at her age, she should be where I am, worshiping her goddess of a wife. But she isn't. She won't be." His cock ached for more attention, but he ignored it so readily. He pulled her closer, sliding her along the sheets that were becoming stained with her juices. "I won't let you suffer through that anymore. You deserve better. You deserve happiness, satisfaction, love, pleasure, everything."
He looked up at Drasna with the most loving, desiring eyes, directing every last bit of his erotic longing towards her. The depths of his hunger for her burned through the room.
"Let me give it to you. Let me make up for all of her wasted time...let me make you feel better than she ever could." Ren brought himself right up to her lower lips. He kissed them once, a sexual, teasing embrace, a lick of his tongue to lap up those sensual juices. And then he buried his head right between her thighs permanently, grabbed those hips to pull her closer, and let his warm, drooling tongue get to work. It lapped at her entrance, traced her folds, traveled up and circled around her clit. It pushed its way inside, carrying moans through like a bridge, letting them vibrate with pleasure as he explored her needy walls. He didn't regret a single word he said.
Drasna was stunned silent through his entire speech. She should've been reacting. Cutting him off. Screaming and yelling at him for daring to insult the woman she loved. Instead, she just sat there. Let him talk, let him take a place between her legs, where only her wife had been. The feeling with which he spoke, the conviction behind his words of admiration...it was all so much, such a reminder of what she'd been missing, what she needed.
She let out a breathy sound of pleasure when she felt his tongue start licking her pussy. She lay back on the bed all the way, letting him explore her with his mouth. She expected he would be passable at best, if not somewhat lacking, compared to how her wife would do it. But no...he was good at it.
More than that, good was understating it. Moans began to escape her mouth as he continued. It was like he had a natural instinct for it, his tongue and lips always knowing exactly where to go next in order to make her feel maximum pleasure. She squirmed on the bed, treacherous thoughts blooming in her head. That he was just as good as her wife. That he was maybe better even. That he was right; she still could've eaten Drasna out once her own desires faded. That her wife deserved to get cheated on for neglecting her needs.
Through all of those second thoughts that caused him to hesitate before that speech, not once did he ever worry that his technique would fall short of what Drasna had gotten used to throughout her married life. That woman had decades of experience pleasing the dragon tamer in front of him, a head start that should have been impossible to surmount, in theory. But it had taken minutes, maybe less, to reach her level and even begin to surpass her.
Her moans were the only fuel Ren needed to keep his fire burning. That skillful tongue had one advantage over her partner's. She had all the experience in the world with Drasna, but he had charmed countless Sinnohan women into spreading their legs wide open for him so he could take them just like this. His drooling tongue knew its way around a woman by now, and every moan Drasna let out was a further clue to discover what she liked best. He gave her deepest spots extra attention, let his tongue lap her insides and wriggle so deep inside of her. His lips would purse around her swollen clit and give her the most sensual, explosive kisses possible. He'd lap up those excess juices, mixing drool and her sweet nectar to coat her lower lips. And his moans were just ceaseless, falling on her exclusively, anywhere from soft whispers of pleasure to deep, rumbling moans that would reverberate with the very core of her arousal.
For as much as she squirmed and struggled to keep up with the pleasure, his hands were always there, holding her body right up to his face so he could keep on worshipping her pussy like this. It had taken him less than an hour of knowing Drasna to be there for her like this. Like she hadn't been in so, so long. Again he pictured her wife watching from beyond that ajar door. His depraved mental image of her began to tear up. And he liked it.
Drasna's cries of pleasure kept getting louder with every moment, just as he kept getting better at eating her out. There was no doubt in her mind now, he was better than her wife could've given her. Better than her wife ever had been. In half the time her wife would've taken, she was already rocketing towards an orgasm that felt like it was going to be twice as intense.
"R...Ren!" She cried out, the name not at all the one that she was supposed to scream in pleasure. "I'm...I'm..." Her pussy trembled and her words trailed off as her loudest moan yet escaped her and she began to squirt.
Fuck, it was the way she moaned out his name that really drove him wild. She was crying out his name, a man's name, letting it echo through her home. Those moans alone compelled him to eat her out so much more passionately, subjecting her pussy to an onslaught of pleasure like her wife could never provide even in the prime of their lives. The perfect tonguefucking to bring her all the way through the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had.
The room filled up with a cacophony of her messy squirting and his own sloppy kisses and slurps. He eagerly lapped up her nectar, every bit of it that he could, not caring at all about how much more it made a mess of him. Drops of it fell into his hair, some sprayed out onto his face for him to lick up on his own, and when he wasn't tonguefucking her senseless, he was drinking up her love juices eagerly, taking in that prize that her wife hadn't earned in so long.
When her squirting finally subsided, he gave her pussy one last, sloppy kiss before drawing up from the floor, looking down at what a mess he'd turned her into. The words of his little speech hung in the air, leaving both of them silent. But the way he looked at her, his face a drenched mess, the way he licked his lips in satisfaction, it was clear those weren't just words of empty arousal. He had been given time to consider the repercussions of his words, and he willfully refused to take them back. He didn't regret it.
Drasna lay there, breathing heavily, slowly recovering from an experience more intense than any she had ever experienced. Her thoughts were wild and scattered, but there wasn't much of her wife in them at the moment. Only one person was currently filling her thoughts, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't eager to see what it would feel like to have him fill her body too.
And so, looking up at him with a gaze radiating happiness, approval, and affection, she moved her legs, spreading them open readily as her gaze moved pointedly to his re-hardened cock.
Their connection made it seem like THEY were the married couple here. They didn't need a single word between them. Before she ever spread her legs, Ren knew what his lover wanted just from the way she looked at him. He'd never been on the receiving end of that much love, the kind that drowned out all confusion and guilt, a perverse, wonderful sensation that absolved them completely. She would understand, right? This was for love. Real love.
He climbed onto the bed, mounting himself on top of Drasna without a second thought. Their bodies clicked together like it was completely natural, his young cock rubbing against her mature lesbian pussy like it instinctively knew that it belonged there. His strong form towered over her, and his hands tenderly reached for her own, lacing his fingers into both of her palms, holding her like a lover should. The million reasons why this was wrong didn't matter anymore. The pure, radiant warmth in each other's eyes was all they needed.
Slowly, gently, his cock began to force its way into her lubed-up entrance, spreading her lower folds wide open to make room for the enormous rod that outsized any toy she'd used prior to this. Soft, low moans slipped past his lips as he stretched her walls, basked in the sensation of her warm, wet slit clinging to him for dear life. He was robbing her of any delusion that she was a lesbian. All of her years of activism, of turmoil, fighting for her right to love, all amounted to nothing in the end. And that was okay, so long as she ended up in his arms.
Drasna moaned eagerly as she felt him pushing inside her, gripping his hands back softly. His cock filled her better than any toy...and not just because of his size. This real, pulsing, flesh-and-blood cock...it felt right inside of her. Like a puzzle piece slotting into place, like it was finally where it belonged.
In all her life, she had never doubted that she was a lesbian. Not even when her parents had been warning her that it would make her life so much harder. Not even when protestors were screaming insults at her over her appointment to the Elite Four. All those moments where she had wanted to curl up and hide...but she had never doubted. But now...? For the first time in Drasna's life, doubts started to surface.
Swallowing, she looked up at Ren and nodded, words forming in mouth that she would've been disgusted with before this.
"Show me..." She whispered. "Show me how wrong I was...to think I was a lesbian..."
They had long crossed the point of no return, erasing all hope that they would make the right choices in this morally repugnant moment of bliss. Drasna's doubts didn't deserve any space in her head. They ran counter to everything she believed in, everything she had fought for. Ren had seen those vintage clips of her inaugural speech, made by her wife's side to a polarized, incensed audience. He had seen her in high definition being celebrated at pride parades, lauded for her strong character and hailed as a hope for the future.
She was born this way, right? It wasn't like she had chosen to be a lesbian. She was queer and proud of it. She didn't need men. She was living her dream life, her happily ever after.
As if that was ever going to work.
Her words ignited the most depraved parts of Ren's brain. His body lowered down, his hips raised and nearly brought that throbbing cock all the way out of her. A word escaped him that he would never have dreamed of using in a million years until this point.
"I'll fix you... you beautiful, delusional fucking DYKE." His hips slammed down all the way, connecting their hips together, skewering her insides with every fucking of that massive, veiny, pulsating, heated, perfect fucking cock. No toy could compare, all her wife's strap-ons were just cheap imitations of the real thing, inferior in size, taste, scent and texture. Just like how that woman, that failure of a wife, was inferior to him in every way that mattered. He began correcting the failed lesbian beneath him, mating with her, BREEDING her like she was always meant for it. His thrusts took a brutal pace immediately, slamming back and forth, wrecking her insides and marring her with a pleasure that she'd never recover from. The incessant CLAP CLAP CLAP of his hips battering down against her own, of his twitching cockhead bashing against her cervix and spilling precum right onto it, snuffed out every other memory this house retained. Now there was just the unimaginable, ruthless pleasure of pounding the living fuck out of this stupid, sexy old dyke.
Hearing that word, one that had always been used as a degrading slur, a word that she would've listed among her most hated had she ever been asked...it shouldn't have made her moan, her pussy tighten up and squeeze the cock filling it. And yet it did.
Waves of sensation flowed over Drasna's body, each more intense and awe-inspiring than the last. With every breathy, needy gasp, with every touch of his cock's tip to her furthest depths, the questions and thoughts that should've terrified her grew louder. That she could've had something like this years ago. That she had wasted so much time, so much pleasure...
She clung onto him, her cries of pleasure tinged with the struggle of someone coming to terms with something that went against everything they ever believed. But moment by moment...that added layer faded, and the pure, raw, loving cries of desire became clearer and clearer.
It must have been a crushing sensation. She had wasted so many of the best years of her life chasing equality that she no longer needed, convincing herself that she was disgusted with the very thing that was breaking her mind now, courting a girlfriend and now-wife that she'd never be able to love the same way. The cruelest, most misogynistic part of Ren felt about as robbed as she really had been. She could have devoted all of that time to him, or at the least a man, could have abandoned that life and come to realize her purpose when she was younger, more fertile, with more years to devote to him.
But that was alright, wasn't it? She was perfect the way she was for him. Old, yet graceful in her age, like a fine wine. Her curves hadn't deteriorated over the years, he could tell that better than ever by the way those massive tits bounced wildly with every thrust, still stained with traces of his seed. And her pussy, thanks to all its neglect, was so wonderfully fucking tight. She was the perfect woman in his mind. Fucking that long legacy out of her felt downright heavenly; he never wanted to stop.
That monstrous cock had hollowed her out, reshaped her walls into a form-fitting cocksleeve made for servicing him alone. The tighter her insides hugged him, the more ruthlessly his hips bashed down into her. He shifted their position, sending her legs straight up as he hammered her into the mattress. A mating press for an old woman, long past her most fertile years. As if that mattered to him. Her womb had been woefully empty for too long, and now he was resurrecting it by force, reminding her body by abusing her tight pussy, forcing her to come to grips with the reality of the situation.
All of her life was one delusional road leading to a hard-earned, senselessly pleasurable lesson. No matter her age, no matter the orientation she claimed to be, she was made for one reason alone: to bear his children, and bear every fucking drop of pleasure that came with that process.
Drasna's eyes rolled up in her head as she was pushed into a mating press. She had heard of this position, and the thoughts that knowledge inspired...
No, it couldn't be possible. She was past the age of ever bearing children. She and her wife had made the decision to go childless and that chance was long gone, a thought that, in her current state of mind, would have been depressing, if the cock plowing deep into her wasn't a constant, more than welcome distraction. It was still the perfect cock for her. Even if it couldn't get her pregnant...or so she thought, anyway.
She clung onto him, her voice giving a clear show of how overwhelmingly she was enjoying this, her thoughts filled with the idea of him pumping her full of his cum. What would it feel like? She never would've imagined she would experience that sensation. She never would've imagined that she would want to. But she was craving it now, her pussy twitching around him as she barreled towards her own release, and, she hoped, his own.[/quote]
If she still cared about what was and wasn't possible, then he really had fucked her to the point of delusion. What else was supposed to be impossible? A lesbian getting fucked straight. A GILF getting the kind of attention, the kind of ruthless babymaking sex, that would make her the envy of women less than half her age. The sheer amount of pleasure that his huge, throbbing cock was giving her, a real cock, not an imitation, one that belonged to a man whose body should have repulsed her. Ren had already done the impossible countless times in the short span that he'd known her. What was one more impossibility but a fragile piece of resistance to break past?
His hands only left her body so Drasna could cling to him for her dear old life, let him be the only thing tethering her to reality as he fucked any semblance of sanity and normalcy right out of her. The lightning-fast pace that his hips had taken with her made her childhood bed creak like mad, threatening to snap the old wooden bedframe from the strain of it all. His now freed hands found her oversized grandmotherly tits and began squeezing and groping away, feeling her up without a care. The sheer force in every thrust, the sweaty, drooling, mindless rhythm of their bodies, the echo of their moans and grunts like a symphony.
He wouldn't, couldn't finish first, that would never satisfy him. He had to make her body admit it first, that she loved his cock more than she'd ever loved her wife, that she wanted to cum all over his godly cock for the rest of her life.
"Cum for me..." His voice was like a growl in her ears, gravelly and hoarse from the bed-breaking ruthlessness of it all. "Show me you'll never be that fruitless dyke again...show me who you should have spent your life with. Do it, fucking CUM FOR ME!"
Drasna held onto him, gasping and crying out as he played with her breasts, rocked by pleasure like she had never felt before. She couldn't take it anymore...the heat building up inside of her was too intense. Screaming in pleasure, she began to cum hard around his cock, her body shaking and quivering in release under him.
There it was, yet another impossibility. The token lesbian of an entire nation was cumming all over his massive cock, her divine body twitching and spasming beneath him. He offered her no mercy, kept up his thrusting with no reprieve for the hot old lady cumming harder than she'd ever done in her entire life. There was nothing left, no role he couldn't fill, no comparison that he'd ever lose to her wife. Maybe it was time she traded her in for a new, young husband instead.
His heart pounded like a drum in his chest. That massive cock bashed against her cervix over and over again, knocking on the entrance to her womb with a strength that would make a Machamp jealous. Ren refused to even give her body the choice to stay child-free. A greater pleasure and purpose existed for her, a way to atone for her years of falsely believing she only loved women. All her life her womb had gone undisturbed, met with no outside interference, not even the faintest chance of fertilization. That ended today.
He stared into Drasna's eyes one last time, burning his gaze into her memory so she'd never forget what it felt like to be desired, to be the most beautiful woman in his world. Then he leaned down and destroyed any distance between them, locking his lips into her own, right as he moaned out in blissful euphoria. His hips slammed down and drove his cock right down into her womb, forcing his way in, skewering her deeper than he had any right to. And like that, right where she was most fertile, regardless of how past-ripe or dormant her babymaker had been, that was where he came, poured veritable buckets of his thick, fertile young semen right into her womb, flooded her insides with that warmth, that sensation of pure, white-hot love that only a man could give. What could be more powerful than that silent message that screamed into her body, 'I want you to bear my children'? What could another woman do to her that could ever come close?
His massive rod spared not a single drop, emptied his load deep into her womb and let it fully flood her ovaries, spurring them to work once more. One heavy splurt after another and she was overflowing before long, leaking his DNA and staining her bed with it, while every drop that remained quickly conquered and colonized her womb as his own property. He had done the unthinkable.
Drasna lay panting beneath him, still moaning quietly even though she had already stopped cumming. She could feel his cum filling her, leaking out of her, an even bigger load than his first one, as impossible as that sounded. But then again...after what she had just experienced, was anything truly impossible? She rubbed a hand against her stomach, imagining a child forming inside of her, and smiled.
Reaching up, Drasna gently pulled Ren down on top of her, hugging him against her tiredly. Her heart was still pounding, and her thoughts were filled with questions about the future. But one thing was certain, and she put it into words whispered to him.
"I think...you and I are going to be seeing a lot more of each other."
Ren's arms wrapped around her so naturally, as if he'd repeated the motions thousands of times in their short life together. He held Drasna to his body, beyond satisfied with this first encounter. And that loneliness that always came when those sexual highs left him...this time, he didn't feel it at all.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He whispered right back to her. His eyes closed in pure comfort. He hadn't bothered pulling out of her, and it seemed she wasn't interested in that either. They were as close as lovers could be, and that warmth, that bliss, was beyond comparison.
Nothing mattered anymore. Their depravity, the repercussions, the mess they'd made, none of it. Drasna was where she belonged, in his arms, and that was all he needed.
"I love you," he whispered again to her.
"I love you too." Drasna smiled as she whispered it back, content to lay there with him and figure out the rest later.