Chapter 7:Bed
Cynthia: Age 9
Cynthia sat on her bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, as looked out of her bedroom window towards the night sky. "Tomorrow's the big day." She whispered to herself as she gently stroked Gible's scales, careful not to wake up the sleeping dragon-type.
Tomorrow would be her tenth birthday, the day she left Celestic Town for whatever region the next ferry out of Sunnyshore was headed for. Maybe she would head for the Hoenn region, supposedly the first region if you went by their story of Groundon and Kyogre creating the land and sea, but she didn't really believe that, since according to Sinnoh lore, Sinnoh was the first region formed by Regigigas.
Or maybe Johto, there was a recently discovered ruin there, maybe if she went there she could take a look around. That sort of thing interested Cynthia. But she was getting off-track, as long as she was out of Sinnoh she was happy, away from Celestic Town, away from these damn foggy mountains, away from... Cynthia angrily wiped the tears that was threatening to fall from her eyes. Goddamn it! She didn't need to cry any more! She was a big girl now, Prof. Rowan gave her a pokedex and everything!
Cynthia heard the door creak open and a small head of brown hair peaked around. "Cyn-Cyn, are you awake?" A small voice whispered.
Cynthia looked at her sister. "Emily, what are doing up? It's nearly midnight, why aren't you in bed!" Cynthia hissed, instantly regretting her hard tone.
The younger girl visibly shrank under her sister's glare. "I know, it's just, It's just..." She stuttered, beginning to tear up.
"Hey, hey, don't cry Emmy, come here, tell me what's wrong," Cynthia soothed, pulling the blanket across the bed to allow her sister to get in.
Emily crawled into the bed pressing her face into Cynthia's blonde hair. "I... I... I'm gonna miss you, Cyn-Cyn!" Emily wailed.
Cynthia wrapped her arms around her sister's small body. "Hey, shush, shush, don't cry Emmy, I'm gonna miss you too, but you don't see me crying, do ya? 'Sides I'll call you whenever I'm at a pokemon center." She said as she rubbed her sister's back.
"But, you'll be so far away!"
"Yeah, but I'll come back every now and again to see you, won't I?"
"What if you become a champion and you have to move away to some far away region?"
"That won't happen, I'm not planning to enter any League, remember? I'm just going to see the other regions,"
"But what if you meet a boy and you get married and you have a lot of babies and I don't see you any more!"
Emily howled.
"Now you're just being silly, Emmy," Cynthia chided.
"But, but, what if it happens?!"
"If and that's a big IF, that happens, then you'll be right there next to me," she reassured her sister.
Emily looked up into her sister's eyes. "R-r-eally?"
"Duh, we are sisters, aren't we?" She giggled, poking her sister on the nose.
Emily giggled along with her. "Yeah, we are!" Emily shot up, suddenly remembering something. "Wait here!" She crept out of the room, not wanting to disturb their grandparents.
A minute later, Emily sneaked back into the bedroom with a small box in her hand. She got back in the bed and handed the box to Cynthia. "Here! Happy birthday!" Emily whispered. "Open it!"
"What is it, Emmy?" Cynthia asked.
"Open it!"
Cynthia took of the top of the box and looked back at her younger sister. "Oh, Emmy, I love them! Where did you get them?" She gasped as attached the black and yellow hair clips to her hair.
"Grandma helped me find and buy them, I got them 'cause I know you like umbreon."
"Yeah, they're my favourite pokemon, after gible, obviously. Thanks Emmy, I love them!" Cynthia glanced towards the clock on the night-stand next to her bed. "Emmy, it's 12:10am, we should get to sleep," she said, stifling a yawn.
"Yeah, I guess so, can... can I sleep with you tonight?" Emily asked, shyly.
"Course you can," Cynthia said. She kissed her sister on the forehead and snuggled together with Gible between them. "G'night, Emmy,"
"G'night, Cyn-Cyn." she yawned as they both drifted off to sleep.
Ash: Age 9
Ash Ketchum watched in wonder as the gengar and nidorino on the T.V screen did battle, it was an exciting, although one-sided battle, the poison type made a good effort to defeat the ghost even though none of his moves had much effect.
Ash watched both trainers as well as the pokemon, the trainers put up a good fight, but the gengar's trainer had the advantage from the very beginning of the three-on-three battle. She stayed calm, cool and collected throughout the battle, using various strategies and tactics to come out on top.
Ash wondered if her would be like that one day, a cool, confident trainer who could win almost effortlessly. But of course to do that, he would need to be a trainer, and for that, he would need a pokemon. That train of thought lead back to the question that plagued his young mind since he turned seven.
'Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle. All three are really cool, I don't think I'll be able to choose between them. I know Bulbasaur would have an advantage against most of the gyms. Then there's Charmander. Having one would be awesome, especially since they evolve into Charizard, but I know Gary wants a Squirtle, I would have a disadvantage there, and I won't lose to Gary!'
Ash turned back to the T.V as the gengar's trainer seemed to grow bored with the battle she had dominated from the onset and decided to finish it, the nidorino was exhausted and only needed a strong hit to knock it out. "Gengar, use Shadow Ba..."
The trainer's cry was drowned out by the voice of Delia Ketchum, Ash's mother. "Ash Ketchum, are you still awake?" She asked, as she opened the door. "It's nearly midnight and you need to be up early, mister."
"But, Mom, the battle's nearly over!"
"I don't care, if you're going to be a pokemon trainer, you better get used to waking up early and the only way to do that is to do that is to go to sleep early," Delia told him sternly.
"I know, I know," Ash grumbled, pushing the power button on the remote control.
"Are you excited for tomorrow?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yep! Can't wait!"
Delia giggled at her son's enthusiasm. He was so unlike that rather grumpy blonde girl she had met the month before while visiting the professor. "Did you double check everything? Did you pack the first-aid kit?"
"Yep!"
"Camping gear?"
"Got all that!"
"Antidotes? There are a lot of poisonous pokemon in the Viridian Forest,"
"Yep! Got 'em,"
"Rope? After all you never know when it might come in handy,"
"Yep!"
"Extra pokeballs?"
"Yep!"
"Fresh underwear?"
"Ye.. Mooooom!" Ash groaned.
Delia smiled at her son. "Oh, Ashy, I'm only teasing,"
"Well, I wish you wouldn't," he grumbled.
"Honey, it's a mother job to tease her child,"
"Well, I wish you wouldn't." he grumbled.
Delia laughed and wrapped Ash in a hug. "I can't believe my little man is going out into the world by himself. I miss you already! Now go to sleep, sweetie."
"Okay, Mom."
Delia walked to the door and clicked off the light. "Hey, Mom?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Do you...do you think I could be as good as you or Dad someday?" Ash asked quietly.
Delia crossed the room and gave her child a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. "Oh, Ashy, you'll be the best. I know it! Now, for the last time, go to sleep!"
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you too, Ash."
After she left, Ash stayed awake for a little while longer, imagining the adventures that lay ahead of him, the people and pokemon he would meet. One thing was for certain, he couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Cynthia: Age 15
Cynthia stood at the window of her new bedroom, located at the top floor of the Champion's Tower, the large building that doubled as a home and training ground for the Champion and Elite Four of the Sinnoh Region, located on an island to the north of Sunnyshore City.
She stared out sightlessly towards the distant lights of Sunnyshore City, trying to ignore the tears rolling down her cheeks. So here she was, at the top of the world and for what?
She was trapped in this tower, like some stupid princess in a kid's story, but she wasn't trapped by a vicious dragon-type, but rather her title, a title she didn't truly want. To be honest, she was feeling rather shitty at the moment, she just got off the phone with her sister. Her sweet little sister who called her a promise-breaker and a liar.
The worst part was that it was true, Cynthia had promised Emily that she had gotten help, that she wouldn't be so fucking angry all the time. Things were finally back to normal, they were friends again. Then she had to ruin it by entering the Sinnoh League, under the childish assumption that if she won, then maybe, just maybe...
Cynthia felt her heart clench and a fresh wave of tears made their escape. NO! She wouldn't think about that! Never again! The worst part was that Emily claimed that Cynthia abandoned her, that was what hurt the most. To actually compare her to that...that human garbador!
Cynthia left the window and undressed. She would have a long day tomorrow, she would have to interview potential candidates for her new Elite Four. Bertha, she decided, could keep her position. She had a few people in mind, perhaps that kid she met in Eterna Forest, he obviously had a deep and powerful connection to his pokemon, even if he was so cheerful and flamboyant it made her want to set herself on fire.
Cynthia got under the covers. She was tired of being angry, tired of being sad. This...this could be her chance, to change herself for the better, to leave her mark. She was Cynthia Goddamn Shirona and she was going to show the world what she could do, not for somebody else, but for herself and her pokemon.
But before all that, she would go back to Celestic Town, she missed her sister and her grandparents. She remembered the day before she left on her journey, how much fun they all together. She wanted that back, she wanted that happiness with her family back. It was time to put everything behind her. It was time to move on.
Cynthia dried the last of her tears, she didn't need to cry, she never let anybody see her tears and she wouldn't start now. Tomorrow was the start of her new life, the new Cynthia Shirona, the Champion. And she would be the greatest Champion there ever was.
Ash: Age 15
Ash lay awake in his bedroom in Pallet Town. Pikachu had already fallen asleep, his tiny body moving up and down with every breath. There was something comforting about having Pikachu sleep on top of him, it was a bit like having a stuffed tediursa. They had always slept like this. After the spearow attack, Ash wanted to keep Pikachu close and after that, they just got into the habit of it.
Anyway, let's get into what was keeping him up. He had just beaten the Battle Frontier and declined the chance to become a Frontier Brain. He was filled with a sense of great accomplishment, of course, but he wondered if he was right in not becoming part of the Battle Frontier.
Should he have joined? It would have been a chance to stand amongst strong trainers and be counted as one of them. Many trainers would have sought him out, for the sole purpose of beating him. Ash didn't like losing, obviously. But losing is the only way to find out how good you are.
It was a dilemma, Ash had always been an adventurous person and as he got older, he became consumed by wanderlust, he wasn't sure if he could give that up. Although, it didn't hurt that Anabel was kind of cute. Ash snorted. As if he would ever be able to talk to a girl. Well, no, he could talk to girls, but when it to *talking* to girls, well, then it wasn't so easy.
It wasn't all that surprising, unfortunately. To be frank, Ash liked girls, but never really figured out how to talk to them beyond being friendly. The only example of a male who could teach him about women, without traumatising him like Prof. Oak, was Brock and while Brock taught him a few things, he wasn't really the best person to show him how talk to them without being slapped.
It was pointless, really. Even if he met a girl he liked, he would just move on after a while. He had crushes on a few girls before, like Clair, the Blackthorn City Gym Leader. She was a strong young woman, though a little haughty and her clothes were very...she had a lot of confidence in herself if her clothes were anything to go by. He was certain she wouldn't want anything to do with a twelve-year-old when she must have been in her late teens, so he quickly forgot about that.
Then there was Flannery, whereas his crush on Clair had been mostly admiration of her power and looks...with Flannery, he really liked her personality, her passion, even though she had been thrust into the responsibilities of being a Gym Leader, she tried her hardest, even if she could be a bit scatter-brained.
Plus, she was really hot, no pun intended. But between puberty, the really freaky puppet show his mom and the professor put on and Flannery's midriff, it had been a confusing time to be Ash Ketchum.
They were a few others besides Clair and Flannery, like that girl, Giselle, even though at the time he had been of the mind that all girls had cooties, he couldn't deny that she was pretty, really, REALLY pretty.
It was true that his greatest dream was to become a Pokemon Master, but sometimes he wondered...if he did become a Pokemon Master, what then? He guessed that it would be nice to have a girlfriend, someone to hug and kiss and...all that stuff. Ash felt his face heat up. it was probably a bit soon to think about that kind of thing, after all, he needed a girlfriend first.
Ash closed his eyes. He would think about all that some other time. He wanted to be up early, Professor Oak wanted to see him about a new region for him to explore and he wanted to spend some time with his friends at the ranch. He could think about girlfriends, skin-tight cat-suits and well-toned stomachs some other time. A few minutes later, he fell asleep.
Cynthia: Age 21
"Why have I never gotten drunk before? Thish ish awesome!" Cynthia mumbled to herself as she quickly downed the remnants of her third bottle of vodka. Probably a terrible choice for someone who had never drank before, it was a miracle she wasn't unconscious but screw it, she needed something strong and Bertha was kind enough to give Cynthia access to her liquor cabinet. It was the early morning of her twenty-second birthday and as usual, she felt like crap.
Cynthia could only remember having two good birthdays, her tenth and her twenty-first. She felt the uncontrollable urge to smile take over her as she remembered how she spent it with Ash, just lying in bed and watching movies. "Oh, Ash..." she sighed. He was the reason, she was drunk off her ass at 1AM, moping in her bedroom.
No, that wasn't true, the reason she was moping was because she was a coward. The great Cynthia Shirona was a fucking coward who couldn't even tell the boy she liked how she felt. Yeah, she had long ago admitted her feelings about Ash to herself. She liked him. A lot. Hell, she probably even loved him.
But what did she know? Ash was the first person she had ever felt this way about. Growing up, she never had time for boys, she was always focused on becoming stronger and after she became Champion, it didn't leave much time for a love life.
But then Ash came along and changed her life. When had she fallen for him, she wondered as she took into a fit of hiccuping. Was it that time in the forest when they discovered his aura abilities? Was it when he went to Iron Island and she realised how empty she felt without him? Was it when they met? Or was it the million and one little things he did that made her heart beat a little bit faster?
It would be so easy, she thought, to walk across the hall and tell him how she felt. 'Or show him,' she smiled to herself. She wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on her body instead of her own, touching her, caressing her, kissing her.
Cynthia felt the familiar heat build up between her thighs. She slowly trailed a hand down the contours of her body and began to slide it into her panties. She started to gently rub her pussy. "Oh, Ash..." She moaned as she imagined that it was his fingers making their way inside her, his firm hand squeezing her breast.
Where had the strong, confident Cynthia Shirona gone? Who was the drunk girl stroking her skitty in a dark room? He was just across the hall...it would be so easy... So why the hell couldn't she!
Because you're scared, a snide voice in the back of her mind spoke up, you're scared he'll leave and you'll go back to being lonely.
Yes, she was scared, alright! Ash had made amazing progress, in a couple of months he'd leave for the Unova region and there was no doubt in her mind that he would become Champion. She knew how much time that would consume, so what would happen to them? Would they just drift apart? Would he forget about her?
NO! She wouldn't allow that to happen! She couldn't allow that to happen! Ash was her's and she wouldn't allow him to forget her. Cynthia reluctantly withdrew her fingers from below her hem-line. She needed to get up and march her ass across that hallway and tell Ash Ketchum how she felt.
Who cared what others thought? The only thing that mattered was how they felt. Surely she wasn't the only one who felt that way? She had seen all the signs, the adoring looks, mixed with a hint of desire, the touches that sent jolts of happiness through their bodies, that night on the beach when they spontaneously decided to teach each other to dance and they just ended up staring into each other's eyes, or eye in her case. No, he felt it too, their connection, everyone saw it, and she was so tired of pretending otherwise.
She had to see Ash, she needed to see him, just so she could talk to him, be comforted by him. She was just so lonely and so drunk and she just...she just really hated birthdays...
Cynthia got up from her bed and slowly stumbled across her bedroom. Now, normally, a drunk, vulnerable and more than a little horny, young woman walking into a young man's bedroom wearing nothing but a bra and panties is a bad idea. But she completely and utterly trusted Ash, he wasn't the type to take advantage of that. But, honestly, she was kind of hoping Ash would take advantage of her, just a little.
But unfortunately for her, Ash was too nice to even think about that. Cynthia placed her hand on the doorknob. This...this was it... The moment of truth. She just needed to turn it and hope for the best... She opened the door and walked inside... But what happened next is a story for another time.
Ash: Age 21
Ash woke up gradually, brought around by the warmth of the summer sun coming through the window of the bedroom and the familiar weight on his chest and arm. His eyes opened slowly, taking in the wonderful sight of his beautiful girlfriend smiling in her sleep, her snores coming out as short, puffy breaths.
Not for the first time, he wondered how this happened. How did he get lucky enough to wake up to this sight every morning? He wrapped his right arm around her and pulled her tighter into him. Cynthia unconsciously let out a small sigh of contentment.
Ash buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath. He could never figure out her shampoo. What was it? It smelled like roses and something else... Persim berry perhaps? It didn't matter, he liked it. He gave one hand the task of stroking her hair until she woke up and the other made it's way under the blanket covering their bodies.
He began by running his hand along her slender arm. Although toned from years of exercise, her skin was inexplicably soft, every inch of her was as soft as a swanna's feathers and just as beautiful, although he knew just how strong she really was, he was still a bit tender from their last spar.
He moved onto her torso, her perfect, smooth stomach with just the slightest hint of abdominal muscles. He stayed there for a few minutes, tracing shapes onto her skin, listening to her breathing.
Ash turned to look out the window. It looked like it was going to be another great day. Despite the fact that most of the year the foothills of Mt. Coronet were covered in thick mists, summer in Celestic Town was one the warmest spots in Sinnoh behind the Lake Valour Resort and maybe Floaroma and Solaceon Town.
Fortunately, not a lot of people knew that, most preferring to head to the more well-known Resort, which meant that the town was quiet nearly the whole year round, which was the main reason Cynthia bought a house there, besides the fact that her family lived there, of course.
So, what would they do today? Ash's schedule was empty for the next couple of weeks and he was sure Cynthia's was too, maybe he could make a nice picnic, they could head down to the lake and swim and spend the day there. But that could wait, right now he had a more important task.
He moved his hand from her stomach to her breasts, her two perfectly shaped scoops of vanilla with two delicious cherries on top. He circled her nipples with his fingers as they began to harden, taking pride in the way she moaned his name in her sleep. "Ash..." She arched her back slightly, her body subconsciously seeking his touch.
"Covered in chocolate..." Ash smiled at her dreamy tone, it sounded like a good dream... "...Clean your mistress with your tongue..." A *really* good dream.
Ash moved his hand away from Cynthia's chest and she emitted a small whimper of displeasure. He gave her a gentle kiss and she sighed softly, her face growing peaceful again.
It amazed him how peaceful she looked in her sleep, almost vulnerable. The only other time he ever saw her completely at ease was when they were in each other's arms. Another thing that amazed him was how young Cynthia looked. Even in her teens, Cynthia had a mature aura about her, making her seem well beyond her years. He knew she never really had a chance to be a kid, forcing herself to grow up early, but few people knew that under Cynthia's exterior of wisdom and maturity, there was a mischievous side just below the surface
Even now, she would drive the people behind the counters at ice-cream parlours to the brink of insanity by pretending to be indecisive about her choice, the poor girl who spent almost an hour creating Cynthia's chocolate-mint-vanilla-raspberry-lemon, in that order, starting from the top, with no more than three diced sitrus berries, sprinkles, but no red or green ones, don't forget that! And just a drop of strawberry sauce on the lemon scoop cone, was nearly driven to tears when Cynthia told her to get rid of it and just give her one scoop of chocolate vanilla.
He ran his finger along her spine and reached possibly his favourite feature of Cynthia's body. He palmed her round, firm ass cheeks, emphasised by her thin waist and curvy hips.
The closest thing he could compare Cynthia's gorgeous behind to was a rainbow, a beautiful sight on it's own, made better because of the rarity with which it's sighted. Ash considered himself one of the luckiest people in the world, because he had unlimited access to such a treasure, usually her rear was covered by her coat or hair.
Cynthia moaned under his wandering hands. "Mmm...Ash, that's dirty...lick it clean first..." A wide smile grew on Ash's face, he'd have to take her up on that sometime.
He reached between her legs and slowly began to rub her already moist womanhood. Cynthia groaned appreciatively as he traced her outer lips, occasionally rubbing against her clitoris. "More Ashy...more..." She whined. Ash withdrew his fingers and chuckled. He quietly got out of bed and got dressed. It was kind of cruel leaving her like that, but he was certain that when she woke up that she would want to carry out the wonderful dream she had.
He decided to get started on breakfast and headed for the door of their bedroom. Huh. Their bedroom, their bed, their house. He was still getting used to it all, he had only moved in with Cynthia a few weeks ago.
"I was enjoying that, you know..." Came the rather annoyed voice of his beloved girlfriend.
"Cynthia! How long were you awake?" Ash asked, startled.
"Oh, about five minutes before you started molesting me." she smiled.
"I think it's only molestation if it's unwanted and you really sounded like you wanted it, anyway why didn't you say anything?"
"And interrupt you? You're joking, right? You have magic hands, Ashy."
Ash flushed, he could never help blushing around Cynthia, a fact she often used to her advantage. "Right, well, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Breakfast? Oh no, you're not done yet!" Cynthia crawled to the end of the bed, a predatory gleam in her eye. She stood on her knees and wrapped her arms around Ash's neck. "Why bother with breakfast when you have an all-you-can-eat buffet right here?"
Ash removed Cynthia's arms from his neck and pushed her onto her back and smiled that oh-so-gorgeous grin that she adored. "That's good, because I'm staving!" Before long the bedroom was once more filled with laughter and moans.
Cynthia: Age 27
The first thing Cynthia noticed when she woke up in the large bed of her private villa was the smell of breakfast. The delicious scent of bacon, eggs, toast and pancakes roused her from her rather deep sleep, deep enough that she didn't notice Ash leave the bed earlier, which was the second thing she noticed.
This was rather unusual, seeing as both rarely left the bed without a good morning kiss from the other, the only exceptions were being late for something, late-night feedings or changings and morning sickness, and she supposed that making breakfast in bed for her could count too. Which brought her to the third thing she noticed.
A handmade card, a folded piece of paper really, sat on her bedside table, and bore her husband's sloppy handwriting and her son's crayon scrawl wasn't much better, the only way to tell who's was who's was that Ash's message had been written in pen. "Happy Mother's Day to an amazing wife and an incredible mommy." She read aloud to herself. Jack didn't write anything so eloquent, it would have been astounding if he had, seeing as he was only two.
Cynthia clutched the card to her chest and smiled. She honestly didn't see herself here ten years ago.
If you had told seventeen-year-old Cynthia Shirona that in ten years time she would be married to the love of her life, with a beautiful baby boy and another baby on the way and proudly bear the name Cynthia Ketchum, she would have told that it's impossible for humans to predict the future and besides she's never even heard of anyone named Ketchum.
She couldn't blame her past self, back then, love and marriage was something that happened in movies and to other people, not her. If she wasn't focused on becoming the strongest trainer in the world, which she achieved by sixteen, she was focused on her studies, which paid off seeing as she gained her Master's degree in archaeology, currently working on her doctorate, which was little more than a formality, after all, she was the authority on ancient civilisation and culture in the Five Regions, she even had a permanent exhibit dedicated to her discoveries in the Narcene Museum. Still, Doctor Cynthia Ketchum did have a certain ring to it.
She met Ash, the man who convinced her that love, real, true love existed. Ash was her soul-mate, the one person in the world who just "got" her, the one person in the world who with just holding hands and looking in each other's eyes, made it feel as deep and meaningful as making love. It was also a plus that his pancakes were to die for.
Cynthia's stomach rumbled as the smell of breakfast hit her again, knowing Ash, the day wouldn't end at breakfast in bed, he probably had the whole day planned out. But honestly, she would prefer to spend the cuddling in bed. Still, she should repay him tomorrow by doing something nice, something really nice for both of them. Cynthia wasn't the type to let something like being pregnant get in the way of an active sex-life, in fact, her sex drive really went up a gear, during her first pregnancy she was as horny as a lopunny in heat and this one wasn't much different, not that Ash minded.
Cynthia's belly stirred again, this time due to her occupant, she smiled softly, her little girl's kicks were getting stronger everyday, a little too strong if she was being honest. "Oow, easy baby, that's mommy's bladder!" She gently scolded. The kicking died down.
"Thank you, sweetie, mommy really doesn't want to need to change the sheets before Daddy and Jacky bring in breakfast," She gave her swollen stomach a rub. "I bet you're pretty hungry too, huh?" Another faint kick. "I thought so. I would go down and check what's taking them so long, but that kind of defeats the point of breakfast in bed..." She then heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall toward the bedroom. The door burst open and a little boy with his daddy's messy black hair, grey eyes and those adorable little marks on his cheeks ran in.
"Mommy, Mommy, up!" He shouted as he struggled to climb onto the bed.
"Don't worry, Jacky, Mommy's got you," Cynthia leaned over to pick Jack up and put him on the bed, he quickly wrapped his little arms around her neck and kiss her cheek. "I love you, too, Jacky." She kissed him back and he crawled down the bed to rest his head on her stomach. "Are you saying good morning to your sister?" Jack nodded and put his head back on her belly. "Good boy! You're gonna be a good big brother, aren't you?"
"Mommy, Daddy!" He said, pointing to the doorway. Ash walked in with a tray covered in various kinds of food. He say the tray on the table and leaned in for a kiss. When he tried to pull away, she grabbed the collar of his shirt to keep their lips locked together. Cynthia pressed against his lips harder but tried to keep it PG. They broke apart and rested their foreheads against the other's, wearing matching smiles.
"I thought by now you would've realised that I *always* get my kiss, my love."
"Sorry, I just thought that you might need sleep and food more than you need a kiss." Ash responded playfully.
Cynthia put a finger to her chin as if in thought. "No, I think the need is about equal. But I got sleep and a kiss, now where's breakfast?"
Ash picked the tray up and sat it on her lap after moving Jack who was ignoring them in favour of talking to her bump. "Here you go."
"Wow, this looks great!" She exclaimed, taking in the sight and smell of the food. A plate of bacon and sausages, a plate of beans, a stack of pancakes and toast and a large glass of orange juice. "I'm going to enjoy this!" She said, although she didn't touch the knife or fork on the tray.
"Aren't you going to eat it?" Ash asked after a minute.
"Of course I am, after you went through the all the trouble to make it for me." She replied, putting her arms behind her head.
"You want me to feed you, don't you?" Ash asked, laughing slightly.
"Well, I can't be expected to do it in my condition..." She said, returning his smile while gesturing to her stomach.
"Okay, open wide..."
Cynthia eagerly at it all up, occasionally giving Jack a piece of pancake or a forkful of beans. "That was delicious, Ash. So, what's next?"
"It's your day, so that's up to you, what do you what to do?"
"Well, how about you get back into bed and we can spend the day watching movies?"
"Sure, what do you want to watch?"
"How about Love And Battles?" She offered.
"Ah, yeah, sure, I guess..."
"Don't worry, I'll hold you through the sad parts." She quipped. "After all, you get more emotional than I do!"
"Yeah, funny." Ash grumbled. A few minutes later, breakfast was cleared up, and Cynthia laid in bed with her stomach full, her son sitting between her legs, her unborn daughter giving the occasional kick and her loving husband's arms wrapped around her body and the opening credits of one of her favourite movies on the TV. Yeah, she definitely didn't see this coming, but she wasn't complaining. Life was perfect.
Ash: Age 27
Ash awoke to the sensation of a warm tongue flickering across the head of his manhood. Peering down, he saw that his wife's head was covered by the blanket, obscuring the no doubt lovely sight. That would not do.
Groaning as Cynthia began to plant kisses on the head, he pulled the blanket aside and there she was, his gorgeous wife, swirling her tongue around his dick, eyes closed and face flushed red, clearly enjoying it as much as he was. Cynthia's eye opened to meet his, her eyes displaying mischief with a strong dose of lust and love. Ash groaned again when descended on his love muscle with practised ease, slowly taking his member into her mouth until her nose was against his pelvis.
Cynthia chuckled when she saw the lust-struck look on Ash's face, sending vibrations through his cock, making him buck his hips, slightly. Cynthia pulled off, just as slowly as she went down, gently scraping her teeth against his shaft. Damn, Ash thought, she really knew how to get him going. She kissed her way down his dick, coming to his testicles, taking one in her mouth, she began to jack him off at a medium pace, not allowing him to cum unless it was in her mouth.
Ash swore in frustration, this was torture! "Cyn..." He grunted through gritted teeth.
Cynthia stopped her sucking and looked up it him, her eye wide and her head tilted to the side, she would have been the picture of innocence if it weren't for the throbbing manhood in her soft hand. "Yes, Ash?"
"Please..."
Cynthia slowed down her hand and Ash's release got further away from him. "Please, what?"
"Please, suck my cock..."
"Hmm...I don't know..." Cynthia said with a contemplative look. "I'm quite enjoying myself down here," she flicked her moist tongue against them to add emphasis to her statement. "So, it looks like you'll have to persuade me..." She finished in an erotic whisper.
Cynthia let out a small yelp as Ash grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her away from his balls and toward his member. He pushed her head down on it, she wasn't prepared this time and gagged around his throbbing dick. He used his hand to control Cynthia's head, knowing she wouldn't mind, she enjoyed it when he got rough.
Knowing that trying to resist would only end in a sore throat, Cynthia relaxed allowing Ash to use her mouth to his whims, she brought a hand up to fondle his balls, knowing she would get her reward for her oral efforts momentarily. Ash's hand stopped clutching her hair and instead started stoking it, allowing Cynthia to resume at her own pace. She began to rapidly bob her head, her blonde hair flying everywhere. Ash felt the build-up in his balls. "Cynthia...I'm going to...ahhgh!"
Cynthia pulled her mouth off again, quickly jerking off his cock. "What's that? Are you going to cum?" She whispered seductively. "Yes!"
"Do you want to pour it all down my throat and watch me swallow your seed like a good bitch?" She knew talking dirty was one of his weaknesses and as they say, all's fair...
"Fuck yes!" Ash was barely hanging on.
"Then do it, baby, cum in my hot little mouth, I'm so thirsty, Ashy, please give me a drink..." She wrapped her lips around the head of his rod once more, sucking vigorously on the tip, after a minute of her treatment Ash came with a shout, dousing her mouth with white-hot seed. Cynthia pulled back and opened her mouth careful not to allow any to spill out. She collected all of his cum on her tongue, sticking it out so she could get a good look. She withdrew her tongue and swallowed with a moan.
Semen, she decided a long time ago, was an acquired taste. She didn't particularly enjoy it, but the fact that Ash blew his load inside her mouth after she sucked him off made it much more enjoyable, it made her feel dirty and she loved it.
It was the same with anal sex, it felt so wrong, so dirty, so hot...
Ash, still slightly dazed, noticed Cynthia straddle his chest, her juices leaking onto him through her wet panties. "Fuck..." Was the only response he was capable of. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Not that I'm complaining, but what brought that on?" Ash asked as Cynthia continued to grind against him. She answered, her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of her most sensitive body part against his broad chest. "Hm, no reason, I'm just an Ashoholic who needed a fix." She said, laughing and moaning when Ash brought up a hand to play with her.
"Sex, sex, sex! Is that all you ever think about?" Ash exclaimed playfully.
"Only near you," she relied truthfully. "You drive me crazy."
"Well, allow me to drive you crazier. Stand up." Cynthia stood on the bed and sighed softly when the air hit her womanhood as he peeled the damp silk off of her mound. Ash sat up and gently guided her onto her back.
Gazing down at her naked, eager body, Ash took a moment to acknowledge just how extraordinarily beautiful she truly was. Cynthia was an ageless beauty, if you had shown Ash two pictures of Cynthia at twenty and thirty, he would have been hard-pressed to tell the difference.
He placed a kiss on her lips, a soft, gentle kiss but it still took their breath away. "I love you, so much."
Cynthia stroked his face with her hand, staring deeply into his eyes, reflecting the adoration each held for the other. "I know. And I, you, my love."
Ash continued down to her neck, laying kisses and sucking on her tender flesh, not hard enough to leave marks, although he knew that she wouldn't mind if he did, she would just cover her neck with her scarf. He moved down to her chest, circling her hardened nipples with his tongue. She began moaning as he took one in his mouth, pinching the other between his finger and thumb. Cynthia grabbed the back of his head and pushed him towards her breast, silently encouraging him. Well, it would have been silent if it weren't for her hisses and mewls of pleasure.
He pulled away from her tit, smiling at the moan she let out when he blew cold air onto the hardened nub. He then turned his attention to her other one, nibbling at it, gently biting it and grazing it with his teeth. As he moved away from her breasts, Cynthia emitted a soft whimper, he would've almost felt sorry for her if he didn't know that he would only increase her pleasure.
Ash left a trail of kisses along her stomach, taking a brief break to play with her belly button. Cynthia giggled breathlessly. "C'mon, Ashy, just a little lower..." She panted.
Ash pulled away to take in the sight of the treasure before him. The tattoo on her hip that her never got tired of looking at, the small patch of blonde hair shaved into the shape of a lightning bolt and just below that... The sight and primal scent of Cynthia's slit slowly leaking her nectar onto the bedsheets made his mouth water, her deep pink insides contrasting wonderfully with her delicious white skin...
He began by licking the inside of her legs, cleaning them of any juice that dripped down. He took his time, licking and sucking on her thighs, enjoying a taste of what was to come, while at the same time, pushing closer and closer to the edge. "Ash," Cynthia whispered, her need for her lover evident in her voice. "Stop teasing me and eat my pussy, you bastard!"
Ash looked up to Cynthia's face, her visible eye glassy and unfocused, her slender fingers rubbing and pinching her nipples. "Well, since you asked nicely!" He moved up to the source of Cynthia's love juice, lapping at her womanhood like a man who just finished a trek across a vast desert, desperately trying to quench a thirst that could never be sated.
Cynthia dug her fingernails into the mattress and wrapped her long legs around Ash's head pulling him deeper into paradise. "Fuck, that's right, just like that!"
Spurred on by her words of encouragement, he redoubled his efforts, he began to pump his fingers in and out of her while his tongue attacked her clit. Cynthia screamed in pleasure, quickly stuffing her fist in her mouth to stifle herself. Ash increased the pace of his fingers, soaking them in her honey, he briefly pulled them out to clean them. He smiled at the taste, no combee's honey could ever compare to it's sweetness.
Cynthia bucked her hips, eager to get her husband' fingers buried inside her again. "Ash, ge... Uh!" Whatever she was about to say was cut off as his digits became merciless, pumping with abandon, focused on nothing but bring her to her breaking point, his tongue never straying from the fleshy pearl at the top of her entrance.
Cynthia' breath grew ragged, humping against Ash's face, he could feel how close she was just a little more... He ever so gently bit down on her clit and was rewarded with a squeal of pure ecstasy and a sudden torrent of womanly fluid, which he eagerly drank down. For minute of two he stayed there, cleaning her thoroughly while she stroked his hair lovingly. Ash kissed his way back up her body, placing a soul-searing kiss on her lips.
Cynthia allowed her arms to be pulled above her head, Ash's hands lying on top of her's. Still kissing, they laced their fingers together. Ash lined himself up with Cynthia's hypersensitive pussy. She hissed at the sensation.
He rubbed his dick against her opening, gently probing and prodding her folds. Cynthia bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, something that had become custom since the very first time they made love. "Ash... I..I need you..." She uttered softly. Ash pulled back to thrust inside and enter nirvana...
And would have if it hadn't been for Jack who rushed into the room. "Mommy, Daddy, Selene's poopy 'gain!" Ash sprang from on top of Cynthia with a level of finesse he didn't actually possess, while Cynthia dived beneath the sheets. "Sorry Jacky, what was that?" Cynthia desperately tried to keep the frustration out of her voice. So close...
"Selene's poopy 'gain!" The boy repeated.
"Oh, okay, Daddy'll be out in a second, alright?"
Jack nodded and left. "Why do I have to do it?"
"Because it's your fault our son nearly saw his us have sex! And I really don't want to have to explain that to a four-year-old!"
"He'll be fine, he didn't see anything, I hope... I really don't want to ask Mom to borrow Mr. And Mrs. Consenting-Adults-In-A-Healthy-And-Stable-Relationship."
"Arceus forbid we ever need those," Cynthia muttered "Now, go change Selene, your mistress commands it!" She ordered.
Ash sighed. "Yes, mistress..."
"And when you get back, you can return to your duties." She smirked.
"Yes, mistress!" Ash left the bedroom with a skip in his step. You know, Ash never really pictured his life like this. Two beautiful children, a goddess of a wife, fame, renown, in other words, happiness. The only thing left to make it better was one diaper change away.
Yeah, life was perfect.