To gain a pokemon...to lose your heart part 9
#9 of to gain a pokemon...to lose your heart
Ou'reErr....Cindyr goes a little wild, if you don't blood, or are a bit squeamish, please don't read. I'm not into blood-play or anything like that...but Cindyr is feeling a little angry, and hey, she's doing it, not me.
I'm thinking more short chapters from now on, otherwise they'll take too long to post...and soon I'll be adding more action....action of what kind you ask? Jus wait and see...
To gain a pokemon...to lose your heart part 9
Greg just lay staring at the shredded bow, tatters of red silk splayed across his pillow, and felt wretched. He was hurting, because he knew that he had probably just ruined what had been the best relationship of his life, and that his beloved was probably even now lying with another. And the worst thing of it all was that he deserved it, and he knew he deserved it, and that thought hurt the most, the thought that he had no right to go and stop her doing whatever she wanted with whoever she wanted because he had just gone and done the very same thing.
He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, didn't want to think, didn't want to face the terrible truth of just exactly how badly he had ruined things between them.
It was impossible, of course, for his legs to carry him somewhere without him even knowing about it, but that's what it felt like. One minute he seemed to be lying in his bed, the next, he was sitting by the stream, the picturesque surroundings awash with impending sunrise. The Magikarp slowly swam back and forth beneath the water, accompanied once by the flick of a Dratini's tail.
Once, that would have been a remarkable event, something to shout about...but now all he wanted was for the world to leave him alone.
His legs once again seemed to carry him away without any thought from him, walking him upstream, to a small bend in the river, protected by trees.
A Ninetails came pelting out of this area, tails between its legs, whimpering with pain and clutching at it's muzzle, its nose marked by three long, precise, parallel lines, claw marks from some animal that had disliked him.
Greg stared at the trees, wondering what could be in there and, almost on impulse, walked towards it, not really caring if whatever had hurt the Ninetails should turn its anger on him instead. Surely he would be severely injured if he had those marks on him.
The human rounded the trees and saw another Ninetails sitting on the bank of the river, slowly licking her paw, and whimpering softly, a shallow gash in her side, the white fur marred by a slow seeping of blood.
He stared at this and blinked, wondering what a Ninetails would be doing out here all alone. There were only two ninetails that he knew of out here, Cindyr and Monty, and yet these two were down at the river fighting. He walked forwards, not caring to be silent, but the Ninetails didn't look up. It appeared to be crying from the pain in its side, even though it was only a slight gash.
Greg stopped, looking at the injured ninetails, taking off his shirt and bundling it up before pressing it gently to the wound.
The ninetails whirled, claws slashing, growling at him, eyes narrowed with deadly intent.
The last thought that went through his head before the paw hit was that the ninetails shouldn't have been so angry about a little cut like that, even if it did sting, but then the paw connected and a streak of fire raced down his face and then all was black.
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When he came to it was to see the ninetails still sitting there in the same position, licking her paw and crying. He stared at her blankly, before realising, belatedly, that it was Cindyr.
"Cindyr?" He asked quietly, and the ninetails rounded on him suddenly, growling deep in her throat as she straddled him, staring at him and snarling, her nine tails slowly slithering back and forth across his ankles.
"Cindyr?" He asked weakly, pressing against her chest half-heartedly to try and push her off, which obviously didn't work. The ninetails leant down closer, snarling and snapping at him, holding him firmly pinned, and then kissed him furiously, still snarling as the claws on her paws dug deep into his shoulders.
He made a muffled sound of protest and tried to get her off, but it was hard, as she was quite heavy and being very stubborn, and he didn't exactly want to get her to move, not entirely at any rate.
The ninetails paws slowly made their way down his body, and then started to tug his shirt up, growling all the while; paws raking six lines down his chest to his pants, three on each side, making him arch and give a gasp of pain. They were only superficial wounds, but they still hurt like hell.
Cindyr yanked his pants down and took a deep breath of him, licking him once and then nipping at him, making gasp again and tense up, only just noticing that her fur was matted and dirty and the wound on her side still bled slightly, as if she and Monty had been wrestling, or fighting.
The ninetails climbed up his body again and snarled at him as she pressed herself against him, staring down at him and biting his nose suddenly, making him give a sound of pain once more. "Shut up!" She snarled at him, silencing him with a deep, lustful, almost desperate kiss, growling deeply into his mouth as her teeth scraped roughly over his tongue.
Both groaned as she suddenly moved back a little and sat down, his cock thrust deep into her silky depths as she growled again and broke the kiss, licking his face for a second and then licking at his neck, biting down on the side of his neck hard enough to draw blood, making him jerk and try to get away.
"Hold still or I'll really bite you!" She snarled, holding her gleaming, now-slightly-bloody teeth close to his face and snapping at him again, with a loud, rabid snarling bark, working her rear over him and then kissing him again, filling his mouth with the taste of his own blood.
Cindyr leaned down and lapped at the puncture marks on his neck, making him wince involuntarily and the ninetails to murr with satisfaction. "Hurts, doesn't it?" She asked, humping her rear as hot liquids began to spill from around his cock, before she suddenly leaned down and bit deep into his shoulder, snarling once more.
Greg arched and tried to push her off, pain and pleasure wracking his body as he tried to get away from the ninetails, but she was having none of it, paws holding him firmly down, claws digging furrows into his shoulder, hurting him more the more he tried to move.
With a heaving push, Greg managed to overbalance her and throw her away, sitting up and holding his shoulder and then trying to scramble to his feet, wincing in pain, blood slowly seeping from the puncture marks in his fragile skin. He was almost to his feet when Cindyr's paw hit him again, sending him sprawling, dazed and winded, to the ground once more, moaning softly.
"Cindyr...stop...please..." He moaned softly as she climbed atop him once more, giving a howl of triumph as she buried him in her to the hilt.
"Oh no you little bastard!" She snarled in his ear, and then bit it as well drawing blood, "You're going to learn what happens when you fuck with my heart!" She snarled, wrapping her paws around his back and digging deep furrows from his spine to his shoulders, making him arch and roar with pain as she continued to hump his member, growling and smiling as she lapped at the trails of blood slicking him, and then kissing him passionately once more with her bloodied muzzle, her beautiful creamy fur matted with red liquid now.
Greg moaned softly at both the pain and the pleasure of his beloved ninetails raping him and abusing his flesh at the same time, just wishing it was over so she would stop tormenting him with pain, and yet every time he got close she would rake her claws across him again, leaving more furrows like someone had whipped him three times with perfect aim to leave parallel marks, and the pain would force his mind away from orgasm and make him last a lot longer.
But eventually it was too much fro both of them, and Cindyr arched her back, her hot liquids spilling from within her body as she howled with lust, but halfway through her tumultuous, blood-stained orgasm, she latched onto his undamaged shoulder and bit deep into it as he came, hot cum splashing up to coat her inner flesh with his creamy seed as blood gushed into the grinning ninetails mouth.
Greg's eyes watered and he almost fainted, shaking and trying to push the ninetails off him, who had gone stiff, her eyes wide as she stared down her muzzle at the blood leaking slowly from between her jaws.
Cindyr's jaws slowly opened and she stared at the havoc she had wreaked on his body.
His chest was crisscrossed with parallel scythe marks from her claws and his back was another story altogether, looking like main roads Queensland had gone and drawn in every road in the country across his back in red marker. His shoulder's had deep puncture marks in them, as well as one side of his neck, which bled sluggishly, and his earlobe was bleeding, and he had a busted lip, probably from one of her more passionate kisses.
The ninetails stared at all this, her tails stiff and her paws resting on his chest, carefully away from anywhere it could hurt him, as her eyes slowly filled with tears. She collapsed forwards onto his chest and sobbed into his neck, making the wide-eyed, confused human jerk as her weight hurt all the different marks on him.
"Oh Greg I'm sorry!" She wailed into his shoulder, her words muffled by his skin. Greg tried his best to stroke her neck gently but every movement hurt, he would have bruised and abrasion all over him come morning.
"It was my fault..." He whispered gently, stroking her neck and ears painfully, though he just wanted to push her away at that point, all the marks and punctures to his body crying out to him to hurt her in return.
"But I shouldn't have done this!" She wailed in return, obviously referring to the damaged state of his body.
"You were angry love...I forgive you..." he murmured, kissing her neck with difficulty, even though he only had to stretch his neck a few inches to do so.
"I wanted to kill you! I wanted to hurt you and make you love me and make love to you all that same time! I wanted you to hurt! I wanted you to bleed and whimper and beg me to stop!....." She trailed off into incoherent sobs and ramblings, muffled by his shoulder.
Greg just stroked her neck gently, whispering softly in her ear, "I know love, I forgive you..."
"But you shouldn't! You should hate me! I want to hate you! But I can't...I want to tear out your throat for sleeping with Nevyda! But I want to forgive you for it as well...I want to tell you it's alright....but every time I think about I want to hurt you and make you bleed..."She sobbed into his shoulder again and pawed weakly at him, as if trying to push him away, even though she were the one straddling him.
He didn't know what to say, so he decided to say nothing, but then said, "Cindyr, look at me." Firmly to her. She ignored him.
He said it again, "Cindyr, as your trainer, I command you to look at me!" And grabbing her head and turning it towards him.
She looked at him, almost a look of loathing, and seemed to be contemplating biting him again. "I deserved what I got, okay! I'd rather you tear me to pieces than leave me! But I won't have you feeling guilty because you gave me what I had coming! Now pull yourself together, we're going back to the pokecentre where you can your wounds tended and then we're gonna have a nice long talk, okay?" He said firmly, looking her in the eye.
The ninetails looked down and mumbled something incoherent, licking his neck gently as she did, and then leaned up and kissed him passionately before he could say anything or ask what she had said, filling his mouth with the taste of his own blood.
"You need to be tended to." She murmured quietly, licking his face and then moving onto his neck. "Sit up" She commanded to him, grabbing his shoulder and heaving so that he was forced into a sitting position. "Now hold still. This will hurt."
Greg winced and arched his back, giving a moan of pain as Cindyr started to clean his wounds with her talented tongue, which hurt, a lot, but he gritted his teeth and took it as best he could, only letting out a little whimper every now and again.
"I deserve it." He said through gritted teeth, breathing irregular and shallow, stuttered.
"Yes...you do." She agreed, giving him a particularly deep lap and making him arch and wince.
She finished her less-than-delightful job and then kissed him again, long and hard, the taste of blood strong in her mouth.
Greg broke the kiss and then nipped her ear half-heartedly, looking down at her.
"What was that for?" She asked, growling dangerously.
He coughed slightly and then said, slightly nervously, "Um...I heard that biting a canine's ear shows dominance...I was hoping you'd go back to being submissive again..." He looked at her growling form and then asked in a small voice, "Did it work?"
Cindyr kept growling at him for a few moments, and he became scared that he would be getting more cuts, but then the growl slowly tapered off and the corners of her mouth tilted up and she started to smile, and then started laughing joyously, leaning forwards and kissing him lovingly "No it didn't, my silly human, but it did remind me just why I love you...and why I'm going to forgive you for the Nevyda incident...as long as you treat me like a princess for the next few days." She said, and Greg smiled as best he could, taking note of just how close her claws were to him once more, as if to say 'or else'.
"Princess then..." He said gently, kissing her and wincing as he stretched one of his wounds, "Princess it is..."