He didn't bother with a slow undressing. His hands fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the sudden silence of the room. He shoved his jeans and boxers down in one rough motion, kicking them off his ankles.
He was hard. Painfully, throbbingly hard. The rush of blood was so intense it made his vision swim.
Gardevoir's eyes widened as she looked down. She had never seen a human male before—not like this. Her head tilted.
"Master?" she squeaked, her voice trembling. "It is... so big. Is that... for me?"
"Every inch," Kian growled.
He didn't wait for her to process the geometry of it. He reached down, gripping her ankles—which felt impossibly smooth and shoved her knees toward her shoulders. The white biological skirt of her lower half fell away completely, exposing the prize the System had crafted for him.
Kian froze for a split second, his breath hitching.
It was perfect. Nestled between her pale, slender thighs was a vertical slit of pink, glistening flesh. It wasn't alien. It wasn't monstrous. It was a perfect, inviting pussy, largely hairless but swollen with the heat of her sudden evolution. A clear, viscous nectar was already seeping from it, urged on by her pheromonal reaction to him.
"Beautiful," Kian murmured, his voice hoarse.
He lowered himself, positioning his hips between hers. The heat radiating from her open crotch was intoxicating.
"M-Master, wait," Gardevoir panicked slightly, her instincts warring with her devotion. "I feel... pressure. I feel scared."
"Don't be scared," Kian said, though his tone offered no room for refusal. He loomed over her, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her head. "You exist for this. This is what you were made for."
He crashed his lips down onto hers.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a claiming. He crushed her soft lips against her teeth, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She gasped, shocked by the invasion, but her body betrayed her. She tasted sweet, like berries and ozone. She was clumsy, unsure of what to do, her tongue lying flat until Kian swirled his against hers, teaching her, demanding her participation.
While he ravaged her mouth, silencing her protests, his hips snapped forward.
The tip of his cock found the wet entrance.
He didn't probe. He didn't tease. He shoved.
"Mmph!!"
Gardevoir's scream was muffled by his mouth, vibrating against his lips. Her body went rigid, her back arching off the mattress as he broke through the barrier of her virginity. It was tight—unbelievably, suffocatingly tight. It felt like she was gripping him with a fist of velvet.
Kian groaned, the sensation nearly sending him over the edge immediately. He paused, buried to the hilt, his forehead resting against hers. They were both panting, their breath mingling in the small space between them.
"Relax," Kian commanded, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. They were swimming with tears, but the red irises were glowing with a strange, euphoric light. The pain was there, but the System's bond was converting it into a twisted form of pleasure. "Take it."
"It... it fills me," she whimpered, her hands fluttering uselessly before settling on his biceps, gripping the muscle. "Master... I am full."
"We're just getting started."
Kian withdrew almost completely, the friction causing her to shudder, and then slammed back in.
Slap.
The sound of his hips hitting her white, fleshy buttocks echoed in the room.
"Ah! Master!"
Kian established a rhythm, primal and unrelenting. Thrust. Drag. Thrust. With every stroke, he felt the internal walls of her pussy clamping down on him, milking him.her pussy was cleaner, tighter, more reactive.
He looked down at their joined bodies. Seeing his cock burying itself inside the white, elegant form of a Pokémon was the ultimate taboo, and it fueled his lust.
"You like this, don't you?" Kian grunted, picking up the pace.
"I... Ah! Yes! Master!" Gardevoir cried out, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. The pain was fading, replaced by a searing heat that coiled in her belly. "Too deep! You are... touching... inside!"
Kian reached down, his hands finding her breasts again. They were bouncing with the force of his thrusts, the nipples hard and red against the pale skin. He grabbed them roughly, his fingers digging into the soft yield of the flesh. He squeezed them together, pushing the mass of her cleavage up.
"Look at you," he sneered, feeling powerful. "A Pokémon in the streets, but a whore in my bed."
"Please! Master, the friction...!" Her voice pitched higher, becoming melodic, sounding more like her Pokémon cry. "Gar... Garde...!"
He leaned down, burying his face in her cleavage while he continued to hammer into her. He bit down lightly on the white skin of her breast, and she screamed, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.
The friction was becoming unbearable. The sensation of her human traits combined with the alien tightness of her biology was overwhelming. Kian felt the pressure building at the base of his spine.
"I'm gonna breed you," Kian growled into her ear, his hips snapping with violent force now. "I'm gonna fill your womb."
"Yes! Give it to me!" Gardevoir sobbed, completely lost to the instinct. The System had rewritten her. She wanted this. She needed his seed to feel complete. "Master, please! Fill me!"
Kian grabbed her hips, bruising the white skin, and drove himself in one final, deep thrust, grinding his pelvis against her clitoris.
"Fuuuck!"
Kian threw his head back, his entire body seizing as he erupted. He poured himself into her, roping hot jets of semen deep into her womb. The release was blinding, a white-hot exorcism of his past life.
Gardevoir shrieked, her body bowing upward, her inner walls convulsing in a rhythmic orgasm that milked every last drop from him. She clamped down so hard Kian thought he might never get out.
They stayed like that for a long time, Kian panting heavily, his weight pressing her into the mattress, while Gardevoir twitched beneath him, her eyes rolled back, a line of drool escaping the corner of her mouth.
Slowly, the fog of lust began to clear. Kian pulled out, a wet schlop sound marking the separation. A mix of his seed and her fluids leaked from her, staining the white sheets.
He sat back, wiping sweat from his forehead. He felt incredible. Lighter. Stronger.
[Ding!]
The blue screen materialized in front of his face again.
[System Notification][Act of Dominance Complete.][Target: Gardevoir (Lvl 21) has been successfully 'Broken In'.]
[Rewards:]
XP Gained: 500 XP (Trainer), 1000 XP (Gardevoir)
Bond Level: Maximum (Devotion)
New Skill Unlocked: [Pheromone Press] – Passive. Your scent now naturally arouses female Pokémon in the vicinity, lowering their aggression and capture difficulty.
Quest Progress: [First Blood] - Complete.
Kian grinned, reading the rewards. This was better than any game.
"Master..."
He looked down. Gardevoir was curling onto her side, looking at him with heavy, half-lidded eyes. She looked wrecked, her hair messy, her body marked with red splotches from his grip. But she was smiling.
"Did I... do well?"