Chapter 13:Morning
I should mention that I don't own the song lyrics used in this chapter, or the bands parodies. Also, sex scene ahoy!
Ash looked towards the closed door of the en-suite bathroom of the hotel room. "Are you nearly ready?" He asked, raising his voice above the sound of the shower, and his wife's singing.
"Just a minute~!" She sang back. "Charles Goodshow on the screen today, convinced the liberals it's okay, so let's get dressed and dance away the night~! While they kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor~! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor~! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor TONIGHT~!"
Ash always wondered how she could make such a horrific song sound so amazing. Despite ridding herself of the "heartless bitch" persona of her youth, Cynthia's taste in clothing and music hadn't changed since she was a teenager.
She was into bands that he was sure that he never would have heard of save for her efforts to make him "musically cultured." This included bands like Siouxsie And The Mismagius, Emerald Day, The Remoraids, and Operation Ivysaur.
Ash himself wasn't a fan of any particular band or genre, but he had to say that even the most fast-paced, shouty, unintelligible song sounded fantastic, coming from her lips.
It almost felt surreal at times, he thought, looking down at the gold band on his left hand.
Six years.
Six years they had been together, eight months of those six years married. Their anniversary was the same day as Cynthia's birthday, which passed two months ago. Ash's twenty-fourth birthday had passed two weeks ago.
That was when they had a conversation that changed everything.
It had been on her mind for a while, Cynthia told him. She was slightly tipsy from the few glasses of wine she had. For some reason Cynthia had an extremely high tolerance for vodka, but could get drunk from the mere smell of anything else.
She had been thinking about it for a few weeks, and wasn't sure about how to approach him about it. That was, until she blurted it out that night in bed, while enjoying the afterglow of sex.
She wanted a baby.
Cynthia wanted his baby.
Ash had been stunned, then delighted. And why wouldn't he be? He always wanted a family, ever since his dad...
Ever since he was young. And now, his wife, lover, best human friend and soul-mate wanted to be the mother of his child.
Damn right he was happy.
But at the same time, he was scared.
Could he raise a child?
He grew up without a dad for most of his childhood, it was just him and his mom. So what did he know about being a father and raising a kid?
Absolutely nothing, he knew that. But for Cynthia, for the woman he knew he was in love with since the age of eighteen, he would be a quick study.
It still felt like yesterday, that night, on the stretch of private beach she owned in Undella Bay.
She had confessed that she hated being seen as perfect, because only people who didn't know her thought of her like that. They didn't her secret fears and desires, they didn't know her at all and made their own assumptions about her.
They didn't know her like he did, she told him.
She pointed out her flaws, that she didn't know how to show her emotions, that she didn't trust enough, that she was so pathetic that she was twenty-one and had never been kissed, that she couldn't dance...
Ash decided that he could at least help with one of the those things. He only knew one dance from years ago, that he learned back in Kanto after helping a cliff-side sea town with their problems with a very powerful gastly. There was a festival and he and Misty shared a dance.
So taking Cynthia by the hand, he stood, directing her on where to put her hands. They moved awkwardly at first, half-remembered steps and clumsy feet.
But then something clicked and they simply just moved together, like the sea - flowing perfectly, somehow knowing where the other would be, to a song Cynthia was softly singing. Never before had a song about heartbreak being compared to necrosis sounded so beautiful.
They didn't know how long it was before they ended up just twirling on the spot, looking into each other's eyes, their lips inches apart.
That was the exact moment Ash Ketchum thought 'This is her. This is the woman I want to be with for the rest of my life.'
And six years on, so far, so good.
WTLM
Cynthia's singing turned into a soft humming as she stepped out of the shower, picked up a fluffy towel and began to dry herself off. Her mind turned to the last fortnight. Two weeks ago, she and Ash talked about their future, if they wanted to become more than a couple, if they wanted to become a family.
It had shocked Cynthia herself when she brought it up. Sure, she saw a lot of people with babies when out and about, but nowadays it seemed everyone had their own little bundle of joy. She supposed that her subconscious or something was causing her to take notice.
She didn't know she wanted a family with Ash until she blurted it out, when she was lying on Ash, her mind still fuzzy with wine and post-orgasmic bliss. But now, it was all she could think about, a cute little boy with Ash's eyes and blonde hair, a beautiful girl that looked like a female version of her daddy, but much prettier. Hundreds of combinations of hair, eyes, noses, if they took after him or her...
Put simply, no matter how girly it sounded... Cynthia wanted Ash's babies. She wanted to give him a family.
To be honest, the very thought of it terrified her, could she even take care of a baby? 'Maternal' wasn't the first word that sprang to mind when one thought of Cynthia Shirona, but she would do anything for Ash if it made him happy.
Neither came from what could be called a normal family. She was raised by her grandparents and he was raised by Delia, a single mother. But they were together, they were happy, they were healthy and something deep inside her heart told her... They were ready.
So, fourteen days ago, Cynthia stopped taking her birth control pills. They weren't trying for a baby exactly, more they weren't not trying for a baby. They were just going to let nature take it's course.
Though she hoped that nature wouldn't take too long with all the unprotected sex they were having - in bed, in the gym after a particularly passionate spar, in the front seat of her jeep after they drove to a secluded spot in the mountains that gave a perfect view of a star-lit valley, and when they were feeling 'adventurous' on the beach after skinny-dipping.
No, it wouldn't take long at all, Cynthia suspected. She briefly allowed a little fantasy to run through her mind.
They would have two children, a boy and a girl. A brunette and a blonde, both with brown eyes. In her day-dreams, they always had Ash's eyes.
Brown was such a pretty colour, the colour of chocolate, or fertile soil, warm, soft and bursting with life. Grey was just, well, grey, it wasn't anything special.
Grey was a rather ugly colour, like a churning sea on a stormy day, she always thought. Ash tried to convince her otherwise, claiming that her eyes were like silver sparkling in moonlight. She would just laugh, but it always made her heart flutter when he said it.
Neither were very busy today.
A meeting with them and Clay Carson, the Driftveil City Gym Leader, was all that was on their itinerary.
Clay invited them to stay in the penthouse suite of one of Driftveil City's many luxurious five star hotels, free of charge. Not a bad way to get on their good sides, she had to admit.
The reason for this was that Clay had plans for Driftveil City to host one of the biggest tournaments in history, where any trainer could walk in off the street and compete with Gym Leaders, Elites and Champions in various types of tournaments, daily. Clay called it the Pokemon World Tournament.
The only thing he needed was their backing, it would be easy enough to get his fellow Unova Gym Leaders and Elites involved and Ash was a given, but Clay needed Cynthia's influence with the Sinnoh Leaders and Elites to convince them to sign up. From there, every other region's Leaders, Elites and Champions would want to join in on the fun.
It was a great plan, both Ash and Cynthia thought, and they were in town for the grand opening. They would be the first ever to compete in the PWT in an exhibition match. If a battle between not only the Champions of Unova and Sinnoh, but the pokemon world's legendary power couple didn't draw in a crowd, nothing would.
But that was three days away, now was now and with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and room service bringing breakfast in half an hour, an early morning quickie seemed like the right way to start the day.
She was going to get so fat, she thought to herself humorously. While not a vain person by nature, Cynthia took pride in her appearance. She turned to the full-length mirror and gave herself a once over.
Pale, delicate, unblemished skin that Ash couldn't resist kissing? Check!
Lustrous, soft, blonde hair that Ash just had to run his hands through? Check!
Pink nipples that stood proudly on well formed breasts that Ash found so squeeze-able, so pinch-able, so bite-able, so suck-able, so do-whatever-you-want-baby-just-don't-ever-stop-able? Double check!
Hot, sweet, tight skitty that was now a bit wet due to her thoughts about what Ash would do to aforementioned breasts? Triple check!
Little black bathrobe, the one that was purposely too small, clung to her prominent derriere and womanly parts and did a horrible job of covering them? Quadruple check!
That settled it, she was getting laid!
WTLM
The room was still slightly dark, Cynthia hadn't opened the curtains of the bedroom when she got up to shower. So when Cynthia finally exited the bathroom, the bright white light shone behind her giving her the image of what Ash always thought of her - a blonde angel in black, or to be precise, a Valkyrie, a beautiful winged warrior.
Her blonde hair fell somehow fell perfectly down her back, free of knots and completely straight. Her single grey eye, his favourite colour, well, tied with yellow, gleaming with playful lust and ravenous hunger. She licked her deep pink lips in anticipation and the need to lick, taste and devour.
She had her back against the door frame, along with one shapely leg propped up against it, toying with the sash that held together the tiny, tiny robe, the one that was thin enough to make out her diamond hard nipples and barely reached the tops of her thighs and was riding up due to the position of her leg, giving the barest glimpse of her glistening lower lips.
That was planned how she it.
Evil woman.
"You weren't waiting too long, were you?" Cynthia purred, her voice laced with subtle humour.
"I'd wait forever for you, you should know that by know." Ash returned, smiling when her cheeks and the top of her breasts lit up in a cute blush.
"Dork." She muttered under her breath. There he goes again, making her feel like a thirteen year old with her first crush. You'd think she would be used to his random romantic remarks by now.
"Will I have to wait much longer, or am I going to have to come over there, throw you to the ground and ravage you, wife?" Ash asked, taking in every inch of visible skin.
"Silly husband!" Cynthia laughed, running her fingers down her cleavage, opening her robe, ever so slowly, until it revealed her navel. She crossed the room, her hips swaying like a metronome.
She reached the foot of the bed and released the sash, the robe falling off of her slim shoulders, pooling around her ankles and revealing her naked body.
Cynthia's sultry smile widened when she heard Ash's breath catch in his throat and she stayed where she was for a moment, allowing him to admire her.
She crawled up his body, completely avoiding the bulge in his boxers, her long hair tickling his legs and chest. She settled on his chest, surprisingly light for her height, and began to playfully tussle his already messy hair. "You should now by now that I'm the one who does the ravaging around here!"
She quickly positioned herself on his face, one knee on either sid of his head, hovering above his mouth and facing his legs. "Lick!" She commanded and shuddered when Ash's enthusiastic and experienced tongue got to work at tracing her folds.
"Yeah, that's right..." Cynthia moaned as Ash's tongue sharpened to a point and entered her, swirling around before retreating to give her a long lick from bottom to top, catching the sweet honey that began to flow in earnest. "You just love eating me out, don't you?" She asked rhetorically, grinding her crotch into the rough stubble on his jaw. "You love knowing you've spoiled me for anyone else. You love staking your claim on your pussy, huh?" Ash's tongue reached down to flick her clit in response.
Cynthia, knowing that her dirty talk would no doubt increase her husband's fervour, as it would hers, brought her hands up to toy with her nipples, pinching and twisting them to provide even more pleasure as his hands spread her pussy lips further to allow his fingers to enter.
Cynthia felt a single finger begin to slowly make it's way inside her, lubing itself with her juices. The finger gained speed as another one joined it, while Ash's other hand teased her clit. She felt her orgasm building, the fire inside her burning hotter and fiercer , but too slowly for her liking. Ash didn't think he was in control this time, did he?
"C'mon," She urged, lightly pressing her fingernails into his thigh. "Show me who owns this skitty, fuck me with your tongue! Who gets to fuck me whenever he feels like it?" Steadying herself with one hand on his chest, Cynthia's bucking hips got faster and faster, humping Ash's face. "Who can make me see stars with just his fingers, huh?" The questions went unanswered as Ash's tongue worked away at lapping at her insides, while drinking down any juice that escaped.
But he still replied, bringing his palm down on Cynthia's bouncing ass. "Yes!" She screamed, as she felt the sharp, stinging pain mix with the intense pleasure, forcing her closer to orgasm. "Hit me again!" His hand came down again, faster, harder, leaving angry red hand prints across her cheeks.
A thing about Cynthia that Ash quickly figured out was that she got off on power, whether exerting power over him or being on the receiving end of his, so riding his tongue while being mercilessly spanked was sort of the best of both worlds for her. He just needed that little extra push to really rev her engine.
He withdrew his slick fingers from inside her and switched it with the one spanking her. His slippery fingers massaged her ass, eliciting cooing noises from Cynthia. She whimpered slightly when he pressed a finger against her rosebud. "N-no, tha-that's cheating!" She yelped as it slipped inside her even tighter hole, sliding in past the ring of muscle and wriggling it around, making her groan in taboo pleasure.
Another thing Ash realised about Cynthia, no matter who much she tried to deny it, she loved him playing with her ass as much as he did, if the way her pussy and ass tightened around his fingers was any indication.
The white-hot liquid fire that had building inside Cynthia spread to every centimetre of her body, her every nerve
Unable to resist the ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her, Cynthia simply gave in and "Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck, gonna cum! Gonna cum!" She shrieked, an explosion of sweet nectar covering Ash's face. The strength left her limbs and she fell forward on to Ash's still covered crotch.
Ash didn't bother to hide his smile when he heard Cynthia's piteous moan at him removing his fingers and mouth from her lower regions.
"You okay?" He asked the woman covered in a thin sheen of sweat with her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her ass in the air, her still free-flowing cunt dripping a copious amount of fluid on the bedsheets
"Akiduiobhucfie..." She moaned, seemingly too blissed out to use any known human language. Ash felt his chest puff with male pride. See, he had developed a rule of thumb when it came to the female orgasm - If it sounds like she's lost half her IQ points, then it's safe to assume you've done a good job.
Ash began to kiss Cynthia's back until she came back from whatever cloud she was on. She managed to regain her wits a minute or two later, shifting around so she sat in Ash's now naked lap with her legs wrapped around his waist.
They shared a rough, hard kiss, as if their tongues were fighting to the death. Her mouth tasted similar to her lower lips, hot, sweet, with a hint of spice and Cynthia's already frantic tongue went wild as she got a taste of herself.
Ash gained the advantage by groping and teasing her ass again, making her squeak into his mouth. But Cynthia made a surprise counter-assault, dragging her fingernails across Ash's back, causing him buck his hips into hers.
"Fuck me..." She growled, reaching down a hand to properly position Ash and herself for penetration. He sank into her, right up to the hilt of his tool and they both hissed at the familiar heat of the other. "Yes!" She shouted, her hips crashing into her husband's with primal instinct and fury. "Put a baby in me!"
Ash knew that when she got like this, completely unreserved, uninhibited, fierce and wild, he could only hold on and hope that she didn't break his pelvis. He latched onto her nipple sucking hard before giving the other one equal treatment. With how worked up Cynthia was and how long he had been holding back, he knew he wouldn't last long.
But he figured Cynthia wouldn't mind, she had more on her mind than cumming again. Right now, in her mind, they weren't Ash and Cynthia, they weren't even Husband and Wife. They were just Man and Woman, engaged in the most sacred of human rituals; procreation.
She rested her head on his right shoulder, ready to sink her teeth in his skin and mark her property. She could feel him tensing and as he began to slow down to prevent himself cumming too early. "No...Already came...Just finish inside me, baby...Please, Ashy, make us a family...Make me a mommy..." Cynthia whispered in a half-begging tone.
Spurred on by her words, Ash's thrusting became more erratic, more wild, until he lost all control, knocking Cynthia onto her back. He continued rutting against her until he felt the familiar sensation of ejaculation. And like a cannon, hot, white life-giving seed made it's way from his body and into hers, painting her inner walls white.
At the same moment, Cynthia howled in delight at the feeling, marking her husband and mate with deceptively sharp teeth, drawing forth some blood from his shoulder.
Ash ignored the pain, he was more focused on attacking his wife's neck with kisses. He made to pull away, but she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and tightening her grip with her long legs. "No... Stay, stay where you belong..." She urged, now nibbling on his earlobe. Ash complied, relaxing his body, but being careful not to crush her with his own weight.
"I can feel you," She continued dreamily. "I can feel you making your way into the deepest part of me... It's like..." She struggled to find the right word. "It's incredible." She eventually settled on.
Ash began to gently rub her flat stomach. "Do you think...?" He trailed off.
"I hope so... I better be having your baby, Ash Ketchum, or else!" She mock-threatened.
"Or else what?" Ash questioned.
"Or else, I'm going to tie you to this bed and fuck you like a wild nidoqueen in heat until I am!"
Ash laughed. "Well, you won't blame me if I say I'm conflicted, will you?" Ash placed his own arms around Cynthia and place a soft kiss on her lips. "I hope so too." He rolled off of Cynthia and she lay her head on his chest. She crossed her legs over the other to make sure nothing escaped her.
"Hey, Ash?"
"Yeah?"
"Breakfast should be here soon, you wanna get dressed?"
"Hmm, we could...or we could go again? If we do it twice, doesn't that double our chances?" He asked with a devilish smile.
Cynthia smiled in return, her hand already on his member, stroking him back to full-mast. "I just love the way you think, Ashy." She laughed.
WTLM
Ash and Cynthia's first child was conceived a week later, on a cold morning in early December. A boy that looked just like his father, as Cynthia had bet, but he did inherit her grey eyes.
And though the weather outside was frightful, the warm love in their hearts for each other and their son, and later daughter, was enough to keep warm for a lifetime.