Professors lived in labs or taught at Pokeschools and universities. They educated humans and Pokémon on their relationships with each other, and started off young children with their very first partners. They were not, Liko knew, supposed to live in cryptic old manors in the mountains above remote villages. And they were certainly not supposed to require visitors to hike all the way up on foot.
And yet that was exactly where she, Ult, and Roy found themselves. They were at least a mile over the village, where the airship was parked. The forest was thick and coniferous, the path they were on barely more than a Stantler trail. It didn't seem like anyone had walked it in years.
"Are you sure we couldn't have taken the airship?" she asked, stopping and panting with her hands on her knees.
Roy and Ult glanced back, a good dozen paces ahead of her.
"Stop whining, it isn't that far," Ult said, rolling his eyes.
Roy shot him a look and came back to her, handing her the water bottle from his pack. "We're almost there. I think I saw a tower rising over the forest on the last switchback."
Liko took the bottle, gulping gratefully. Her pack was unusually light; her Pokemon stored in their balls today, but she couldn't stop panting.
"How do you still have so much energy? We've been hiking for like an hour!" she asked, handing him the bottle back.
Roy flashed a grin. "Aren't you excited about meeting Professor Primerose? We might finally learn something useful about the Strong Spheres."
"No wonder you're always losing battles. You got no grit," Ult said.
"Just ignore him. He's just as winded as you, he just doesn't want you to know," Roy said, giving her a wink.
"Am not! I'll be the first one there!"
Liko let out a breathy chuckle, hiked her backpack up, and continued. The two boys continued to bicker until, at last, they broke through the trees and arrived in a clearing. The grass was soft and trimmed, and the path turned into wide, smooth paving stones that cut right through it. It led to a wrought iron gate, with stacked rock pylons and a fence that extended into the trees. A mansion loomed, set on a hill some distance from the gate, overlooking the meadow.
"See? First!" Ult said, sprinting into the green and turning around, his hands on his hips.
"Good going. That means you can be the one to knock," Roy replied.
"What?" Ult gasped, recoiling slightly. "But Liko's the one who found out about this old manor. If she hadn't been poking around the airship's flight logs, we never would have come here in the first place. I say she does the honor."
Roy frowned. "But you--"
"It's okay, I can do it," Liko said, letting out a nervous chuckle. "He's supposed to be an old friend of the Rising Volt Tacklers, isn't he?"
"That's what Ludlow said," Roy said.
"I'll admit that worries me some. Do you really think we can trust that old fogie's memories?" Ult asked, losing some of his bravado.
"You didn't think to mention that sooner?" Liko asked, her hand curling against her chest. "What if he–"
"It's fine, Liko. Have some confidence. We're the Rising Volt Tacklers, remember?" Roy asked.
"You're right. We can't ignore any leads. Who knows when the explorers will strike next?" Liko took a breath, squared her shoulders, and reached up, ringing the old, brass bell beside the gate.
Its toll rolled across the meadow, breaching the wrought iron gate and echoing in the courtyard. She held her breath as they waited, hesitantly stepping away from the gate.
"Anyone home?" Ult called, cupping his mouth.
As Liko reached up to tug the bell cord again, a sudden creak crossed the courtyard as the main manor doors swung open. A tall, handsome man, looking around twenty, hurried out, waving his hands.
"Wait, we're here. Just give me a second," he called, running up to the gate. He slowed as he approached, straightening his sleek leather coat and giving a slight bow. As he straightened, his eyes fixed on Liko, widening slightly.
"Forgive me, we don't often see visitors this far into the mountains," he said, smiling warmly. "I'm Alaric, Professor Primerose's assistant. What brings such a beautiful girl to our manor?"
Liko blushed, looking back at Roy and Ult, who gave her nods. Swallowing hard, she stepped forward, raising her voice. "Um, we're here to ask about Strong Spheres. We heard Professor Primerose is a technology specialist and might have some insight."
The man's smile slipped, his brow furrowing. "Oh, straight to business, is it? I must confess, I find such drivel rather dull. Why don't you come in, have some tea, and introduce yourselves? Perhaps then we'll be more agreeable to business."
He unlocked the gate, pulling it open and motioning them in. Exchanging looks, the trio followed him inside. The manor doors creaked open, revealing a spacious lobby with a polished marble floor, several double doors, and twin grand staircases leading to an overlook railing and the upstairs. The decor was old-fashioned, reminding Liko of her grandmother's tastes. Alric gestured to a coatrack, where they relieved their packs.
"Forgive the dust, as I mentioned, we don't often see guests," Alaric said, bowing again. "If you'll follow me?"
They trailed after him through a side passage, entering a large hallway with several painted portraits lining the walls. Liko gasped as they passed one showing none other than Lucius, portrayed in a heroic pose with several of the heroes in shadowy, vague forms that weren't quite recognizable.
"You recognize him?" Alaric asked, pausing as Liko studied the portrait.
"I...yes, kind of," she said without thinking.
He chuckled kindly, moving to stand behind her, close enough she could feel his warmth. "The professor might enjoy his gadgets, but I'm something of a student of history. I find this hero's story fascinating."
"Well, I bet you'll be interested to know Liko's actually one of his descendants," Ult piped up.
Liko froze, turning to stare at him, but Alaric clapped his hands together.
"Truly? How marvelous! To think I had the blood of such an awe-inspiring legend in these humble halls. I'm flattered," he said.
"I-It's really not all that impressive," Liko mumbled, fingering a strand of hair. "I'm just a normal girl."
"Perhaps on the outside, but the inside? An heir of greatness. I'm certain you'll do great things, as will your descendants after you. I'm grateful you've come here and allowed me to be a footnote in your journey. I'm even more excited to speak with you all now."
He turned in a whirl, his long coat billowing after him as he strode down the corridor.
"Good going," Roy muttered, elbowing Ult.
"What? He's even nicer now," Ult protested.
"Seems a little weird. Kind of like you around batting," Roy returned. "Right, Liko?"
"Huh?" she blinked, still playing with her hair. As the two stared at her, her blush deepened. "Oh, um...he seems kind. And sweet."
"You just like his muscles," Ult muttered.
Alaric opened the next door ahead, turning with a sweeping gesture and welcoming them into a lavish tea room. A small round table with two armchairs sat by a large window, with a sofa, bookshelf, and coffee table filling the rest of the room.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable. I'll find one of the servants to make up some tea," he said.
They found their seats. Liko settled in the armchair, Roy taking the other, as Ult flopped down on the sofa.
"What do you think of this manor?" Liko asked, checking the doorway to make sure he was actually gone.
"Eh, seems nice enough. Place is a little gaudy, though," Ult said, peering around at the gold-leaf gilded moulding.
"Yeah, but I have a feeling this Alaric fellow isn't going to let us go easy. He seems like the type to drone on and on about whatever's caught his fancy. Honestly, I don't think he'll have much to tell us about Lucius that we don't already know. Or what matters, at this point, given that we met the guy."
"I don't know," Liko murmured. "He seems genuine. And it's not so bad to talk with someone who knows something about the things we've actually lived through."
A cough at the door caused her to jump, seeing Alaric had already returned. He stepped aside, and a maid and butler, wearing white and black uniforms, entered, setting a plate of pastries and a porcelain tea set on the table.
"Oran-berry Tea," the butler said, pouring them each a cup. "I sweetened it so it might better match your tastes."
Alaric took the seat beside Liko, smiling graciously as he took a cup. Liko accepted hers as well, the warmth spreading into her fingers. Roy and Ult took theirs a bit reluctantly.
"So," Alaric began. "I've met the fair Liko, but you two are a mystery."
"Ah, right. I'm Roy, and this is Ult. We're with the Rising Volt Tacklers," Roy said, gesturing to himself and Ult in turn.
"I think I've heard the professor mention something about that. Your team has been rather busy, or so his contacts claim. I suppose it shouldn't be too surprising that you're running into obscure tech like the strong Spheres."
"What can you tell us about them?" Liko asked, scooching slightly away from him, so that their thighs no longer brushed.
"Not much, I'm afraid. It really is the professor's specialty. And, you see, he's currently away."
"What?" Roy groaned, staring at him. "You mean we came all this way for nothing?"
Alaric gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do there. But if you're interested, I do know of locations nearby where you can encounter some rather rare Pokémon."
"Really?" Ult sat up straight. "Like what?"
"Umbreon, believe it or not. The Eevee gather in these groves under the moonlight and evolve. Or so the stories say. Actually, forget I mentioned anything. They are just local fables of the village. I'm sure it wouldn't be worth checking out."
"I'll be the judge of that," Roy said. "Every story has its roots in truth, doesn't it? At least, that seems to be the case with what I've seen on our journey so far."
"Yeah, no. I'm not missing a chance to find a natural born umbreon. I wonder if it learns any different moves than a trainer taught it?" Ult asked.
Alaric smiled faintly. "Well, if you're serious, I can provide the locations, and you can investigate yourselves. But be warned, they are rather secluded, and would likely take most of the night."
"Eh, no problem. Not the first time I've gone camping," Roy said.
"I...wouldn't prefer it," Liko admitted, looking down, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
"Hmm, that actually works out," Alaric said, tapping his chin. "I was just thinking I could review the professor's research, and perhaps find something on the Strong Spheres. Why don't you come here instead, and we can go over them? Maybe some dinner while we're at it? The manor cooks are simply incredible, and I just know they'd be delighted to have another mouth to feed."
"I don't know…" Liko said, looking helplessly at Roy.
He shrugged. "Sounds like a good idea to me. It would be a shame if we came here for nothing, right?"
"You just want to go rare Pokémon hunting," Liko sighed.
He shrugged, the corner of his lips twitching in a smile. "Maybe. But you did say you wanted to talk some more. This is a good chance, right?"
"I'd be delighted to keep you company while they forage around the forest," Alaric said, smiling gently at her. "I bet a special girl like you has so many interesting experiences to share. I'd be delighted to hear about them, and perhaps we can make tonight one we'll cherish together."
"You talk so weird," Ult said, rolling his eyes.
"Ah, is that so? Please, forgive my mannerisms, then. I was raised in a most unique environment," Alaric said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"So it's decided? You show us those hunting spots, and Liko will come over here to see if you find anything on the Strong Soheres?" Roy asked, standing.
"I'm agreeable to the idea," Alaric said, taking his hand.
Roy glanced at Ult and Liko. "Then we'll see you back here at nightfall."
Alaric said, "Yes, though you needn't hike all the way up here. I'll have someone waiting for you in the village. In fact, why don't I just send you down with them? We typically use a Rapidash-drawn carriage to get to and fro. A little old-fashioned, but the Professor enjoys his rides."
He turned and called into the hall. "Giles! Please come assist our guests back to the village."
The butler materialized in the doorway, giving a crisp bow. "Right away, sir."
"Oh, wait! One thing before we go," Ult said, stepping over to the tea table and grabbing a small pastry, popping it in his mouth.
Roy chuckled, snagging him one himself. When Liko stared at him, he shrugged. "He offered."
"No need to worry, there's plenty," Alaric said, smiling at Liko. "I'll be sure to save the best for you tonight." He held her gaze just long enough to warm her cheeks before adding, "All for your pleasure."
She nodded, a strange flutter in her heart. She looked back as the butler led them away, finding Alaric watching her with that same, mysterious smile. The same way her Sprigatito looked at a ball of yarn, before it evolved.
***
Once they'd safely returned to the airship, the knot in Liko's stomach grew with every passing hour. Ult and Roy talked endlessly about their night out, about what Pokémon they hoped to find and what moves they hoped to see. She just sat in her quarters, absently petting her Pokémon, staring at an old suitcase her grandmother had given her. Surely she shouldn't...it was just dinner.
But then again, if this wasn't a 'special occasion,' what was? And some small part of her secretly wanted to impress Alaric. This might be her chance.
At last, as the sun touched the horizon, Liko finally plopped onto the bed, opening the case beside her. Her fingers trembled as she pinched a delicate fold of fabric, lifting out a dress. The material was soft and near weightless, with a slight sheen that caught the light.
With a touch of red staining her cheeks, she pulled it on, admiring the silky smooth whisper of the fabric over her skin. When all was settled, it was snug around her bosom, with a low V-neck cut that revealed the budding swell of her breasts. The skirt was tight around her waist, but loosened into ruffles that reached the mid-thigh, while the long sleeves followed the same style, covering her wrists. The color was a striking aqua-marine, matching her eyes, with yellow ribbon trim.
Liko turned before her small mirror, a frown creasing her lips. The fabric, while beautiful, was just as thin as it felt, almost sheer to her modest tastes. She could make out the lines of her bra across her back, and the ridges of the cups wrapping around the swell of her breasts.
With some timidity, she slipped the sleeve off her shoulders and fidgeted with the undergarment, letting it drop to the floor. She took a breath, pulling the sleeve back up, and turned in front of the mirror again. The bodice was smooth across her skin and still tight enough to give her chest shape without the extra support.
That was better. She smoothed the front, a flush on her cheeks as she studied her reflection. A lot better.
She almost changed her mind again, debating on not dressing up at all, but a knock at the door sounded. She ran to it, opening it thoughtlessly. The moment she saw Roy, she froze, regretting that decision, but before she could slam the door, he gasped, staring at her. His eyes roamed from her face down her body, lingering on the snug fabric of her chest before he caught himself, looking away with a blush.
"You're...nice," he stammered.
Her face burned. "Is it too much? I can change."
He looked at her again, this time managing to look her in the eye. "No, it's great. Come on, the carriage is waiting for you."
She nodded, gripping the hem of her skirt with both hands as she hurried out the door behind him. As she came out onto the deck, Ult let out a low whistle, staring at her with far less subtly than even Roy.
"Now that's how you dress for a date," he said.
"A-A date?!"
"Come on, Liko. He's inviting you to a fancy dinner, alone, after you get all dressed up. What else would you call that?"
"Enough teasing, she's going to be late," Roy said, though he, too, wouldn't quite meet her eyes. "And by that, I mean we're going to be late. It's a long hike to the mountains."
"You're not coming with me?" Liko asked, head jerking toward them.
They both shook their heads.
"Nope," Ult said.
"Yeah, Alaric said the best path was from the base of the village. Certainly beats going all the way to the top of the mountains," Roy said.
"Oh." Liko went quiet, picking at her skirt. "I just...though we'd go together."
They shrugged and grabbed the rest of their supplies before heading off the airship. Liko got a few encouraging words from the other members of the Rising Volt Tacklers, and more than a few compliments, before she, too, reluctantly followed them.
They made their way into the village just as twilight settled over the cobblestone streets. The small cluster of homes was quiet, with only a few lights in the windows. At the square, standing near the fountain, was the butler, Giles. Beside him was a sleek, black carriage, pulled by a pair of muscular Rapidashes, their manes burning like brilliant candles in the gloom. Liko approached, Roy and Ult following behind.
"We meet again, my Lady," Giles said, bowing with a faint smile. "That dress is as beautiful as a Beautifly's wings."
"Thank you," Liko said, dipping her head, blushing. "It was my grandmother's."
Roy cleared his throat, and Liko turned, finding him lifting his gaze to meet hers. What had he been staring at before?
"Best of luck," he said, grinning at her. "I hope he managed to find something about the Strong Spheres."
"Good luck with your Pokémon," she returned, giving him a strained smile. "I'll do my best!"
Despite her bravado, her stomach flipped as the two boys ran off, leaving her alone with the butler. He was kind and courteous, opening the door for her, but she couldn't keep from shifting as she sat down, sitting as close to the window as she could. From there, she could see Ult and Roy disappear into the forest, their Pokémon already out of their balls.
With a jolt, the carriage took off, beginning the long climb up the rocky mountain path. It was smoother than the way down, the Rapidash slow and steady on the ascent. Their fires lit the coming night, casting long shadows off the path. She quickly gave up peering into the depths of the forest, the darkness doing nothing for her nerves. It wouldn't have been so bad if Giles had been there with her, but he had to drive, leaving her alone. Alaric filled her thoughts, every kind word, brushing touch, and compliment, causing her heart to beat just a little quicker.
Just as the sun vanished beneath the ridges looming over the horizon, the lights of the manor came into view. The Rapidash whinnied as Giles brought them to a stop. A moment later, the door opened, and he offered her a hand down. She took it gratefully, eager to leave the stifling air of the carriage behind.
The night wind was chill, cutting through her dress like it wasn't even there. She shivered, skin pebbling as she hugged her arms, hurrying after the butler. The door opened to reveal Alaric's silhouette, releasing a blast of warm air that enveloped her like a hug.
"I've brought her just as you requested," the butler said, ushering them inside.
"Thank you. I hope it wasn't...." Alaric's words died in his throat as she entered the light, and his gaze fell upon her. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared, taking in every detail of her new attire. His eyes touched her chest, and widened slightly.
"It seems the night's colder than I guessed," he said, offering her a small smile. "And the dress is beautiful. But it is you who brings it to life."
Liko's blush intensified, and she dropped her gaze, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "Thank you, my Grandmother gave it to me for a special occasion," she squeaked. "And it's much warmer in here. I hope they don't get too cold running around outside." She turned, peering out the window. "Roy and Ult, I mean."
His smile warmed. "They knew what they were getting into. I can't say I'm disappointed, either. It gives us plenty of time to get to know each other."
With that, he turned and led the way to the dining room. It was massive, with an arched ceiling and a table sized for at least twenty. Candles burned on the walls and in candelabras on the table, giving it a warm, inviting atmosphere. Only two places were set, one at the head of the table, the other right next to it, across the corner.
"Dinner should be along shortly. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Alaric asked, sitting at the head.
She sat as gracefully as she could, awed by the grandeur of the gold trim and glass chandeliers adorning the room. "Do you always eat here? It's so empty."
He chuckled wryly. "Usually, it's just me and the professor, and sometimes the servants. But this is a special occasion, so I figured we'd use the grand dining room." His brow furrowed, and he reached out, placing his hand on hers. "It doesn't bother you, does it?"
The touch sent tingles racing up her arm. Liko shook her head, blushing lightly. His hand was really warm. And big, completely covering hers.
He left it there for almost a full second before pulling back, relief showing on his face. "Good. I'd hate to make such a beautiful girl uncomfortable."
Servants arrived through a pair of double doors, he explained, which led to the kitchen, laying out a full-course meal. Liko gasped as plate after plate was laid before her, a smattering of samples from Remoraid stew to sweet rice balls with Petcha sauce and a bowl of sliced apples.
"I wasn't quite sure what you might like, so I asked them to prepare a little bit of everything. If there's something not to your taste, please don't feel obliged to eat it," Alaric said, pleased with her reaction. He picked up a piece of the fish stew with a silver fork and put it into his own mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Mmm, Remoraid is always a treat. This stew is excellent, try it."
Liko took a tentative bite, and her eyes widened. "It's delicious!" she exclaimed.
"Isn't it? The cooks here are truly masters of their craft."
He took another bite, watching her as she sampled some of the other dishes, a fond smile on his face. She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze, but it tasted too good to stop.
As they ate, he steered the conversation toward her travels, asking for stories about her adventures, her battles, and the strange and wonderful places she had seen. Liko was hesitant at first, but when he seemed genuinely interested, she opened up, sharing more and more of her journey. From the way he reacted, he must have found it as engaging as the stories of Lucius himself, gasping and smiling at all the right moments.
"I'm jealous," he confessed, leaning forward, "stuck in this dusty old manor while you're out there, living a life that would make even the ancient heroes envious. It's truly captivating. Or rather..." he reached under the table, laying his hand on her knee. "You are."
Her heart skipped a beat. "I...I'm not that impressive. Roy and Ult are good battlers. I just do my best."
"Nonsense. You're kind and considerate. And so mature for your age. What are you, sixteen?"
"Fifteen."
"Only fifteen, and already forging your own legend." His hand slid up her thigh, caressing the skin at the hem of her dress with the thumb. "Truly, you have the blood of heroes in your veins."
Her breath hitched, a blush burning across her cheeks and chest. She shifted, unsure how to respond, but he didn't press further. Instead, he leaned back, his hand withdrawing slowly, a lingering warmth tracing the path it had taken.
"Forgive me, I've been having you speak so much you've barely eaten anything. Please, enjoy it before it gets cold," Alaric said.
She nodded, but could barely swallow past the lump in her throat and the butterflies in her stomach. As they finished eating, there always seemed to be an excuse for their knees to touch, or for him to brush against her. It was exhilarating, and she began to look forward to each moment, each warm smile he sent her way.
"Those boys, Roy and Ult, what were their names? They don't know what they're missing," he said as a maid cleared the last of the plates.
"Sorry?" Liko looked up, startled by the comment.
"I can tell in your actions. You're not used to being appreciated."
He rose, offering her a hand. She took it daintily, gripping him tightly as he raised her to her feet. She came face-to-face with him, looking up into his deep, caring eyes. She could feel his breath on her forehead. He brought his other hand up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. It lingered, cupping her cheek. The warmth spread through her, making her shiver.
"Come," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I have something for you. In my study."
"The Strong Spheres?" she practically gasped.
Without answering, and still holding her hand, he led her from the dining room into the main lobby and up one of the grand staircases. His hand was firm and confident on hers, never giving her the chance to slip away.
His study was smaller than the dining room, but every bit as lavishly decorated. A desk sat in the center, its surface cluttered with maps and a few odd gadgets she couldn't identify. A large bookshelf dominated one wall, the shelves sagging with the weight of hundreds of old books. Pictures and paintings of eras long past hung across the walls. There was a closed door across the entrance, and only one window on the wall, letting the starlight in.
Alaric finally let go of her hand, walking into the room.
"It's cozy," Liko said, looking around. "It reminds me of my grandmother."
"She's a woman of fine taste," he said, glancing at her dress. "Very fine."
"So, um, were you able to find anything in the professor's research?" she asked, clasping her hands at her waist.
His face darkened, and he shook his head. "I'm afraid there was mention of them, but little else. I wish I could help more, I do."
"Oh," she said, disappointment welling inside her.
He sighed, leaning back against the desk. "I know. You came all this way for nothing. I apologize."
"Then...then why bring me here?"
He straightened, moving to her, reaching for her hands and clasping them in his. "I meant what I said before. I can see you don't get nearly enough appreciation, Liko. I know it's forward of me, but I'd like to change that. Even if only for a night."
His thumbs caressed her knuckles, and a thrill ran through her. She tried to take a step back, but his gaze held her captive, dark and intense. She swallowed hard.
"Alaric, I..."
"Shh," he murmured, releasing one of her hands to cup her face, tilting it up toward him.
His thumb brushed over her lips, and she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down. His breath ghosted over her lips, warm and sweet, and then his own was pressed against hers.
The kiss was gentle, almost chaste, but it sent a jolt through her. She jerked away, finally freeing her hand, gasping for breath.
"Wait," she stammered. "I-I don't think..."
His hand snaked around her back, pulling her flush against him. His lips pressed against her cheek, marching up her jaw. "I know," he whispered when he reached her ear.
She squirmed as he nibbled on her earlobe, hand tracing down her spine, cupping her ass. "A-Alaric..."
He didn't listen, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder and kissing her neck. She shivered, squeezing her eyes shut as a low moan escaped her lips. When he returned to her lips, stealing another kiss, her hands rose against his chest, but she lacked the strength to push away. When his tongue glided along her lips, she pressed them in a firm line, her fingers curled into his shirt.
When he pulled away, he was panting, a dark hunger in his eyes. He raised a hand to her cheek again, wiping away a tear she hadn't realized had fallen.
"I...I've never..." she managed, her mind reeling.
"Your first kiss?" He smiled. "Thank you for sharing it with me."
"But I never said--"
Alaric's hand rose to cup the back of her head, holding her still as he silenced her with a kiss. This one hung, suspended, deepening as her resistance wilted. His tongue touched her again, and this time, her lips parted, allowing him in. He explored the inside of her mouth, tasting her. Claiming her.
When he pulled away, she was breathless, head lolling on his grip. And then his lips were on her neck again, kissing and nipping at her skin in a line down her chest. His hands roamed, running down her back and following the curve of her slender waist. A gasp escaped her as he grasped her ass, squeezing a cheek in either hand.
His kisses finally strayed, moving over the swell of her breast, their warmth seeping through the thin fabric. Her back arched despite her best efforts as he found her nipple, kissing it. As he enjoyed her with his lips, he palmed her other breast before rubbing her nipple between his forefinger. She whimpered, squirming as the little nubs hardened beneath the pressure. The stimulation sent titillations down her back, the warmth in her belly growing.
"You say you don't want this, yet your body sings a different song," he murmured, nipping at the nub.
She squeaked, clapping a hand over her mouth at the sound. Her cheeks burned with shame as he looked up, flicking her other nipple with his finger.
"Why, then, would you wear something like this if not for my attention?" he asked, a smile tugging at his lips. "The moment you first arrived tonight, you made your intentions apparent."
"I didn't! I don't–"
Her heart stopped as she saw what he was staring at. The sheer fabric, wet with his saliva, did little to conceal the twin pricks of her erect nipples.
"It was awfully cold outside, wasn't it?" he murmured, kissing her breast again. He rubbed her nipple, pressing on the hard bud. "Surely you hadn't forgotten that when you chose this dress. What else could you be doing but teasing me?"
"I...I didn't..." Her eyes widened with horror as she realized what he'd been getting at, and why he'd reacted so when she'd shown up on his doorstep. She tried to cover her breasts, mortified, but he pulled her hands away.
"Don't be shy. There's no need," he said, pulling her close. "In fact, I'd like to see more."
Before she could protest, his hands slid around her shoulders, finding the ribbon tying her back. He deftly untied the bow, and the front sagged, the sleeves sliding down her arms. She scrambled to catch it, holding it tight against her chest, but he tugged it out of her grip, baring her chest. She let out a yelp, covering her breasts.
But he didn't seem to care, kissing her deeply and passionately, running his hands over her bare back, feeling the bumps of her spine and shoulder blades. She shivered as one of his hands dipped low, slipping beneath the folds of her dress, groping her ass.
With every kiss, her resolve wavered, drawn out with her breath through short, stolen gasps. Her hands weakened, falling to her sides. But just as the air rushed across them again, pebbling her nipples, his hands replaced hers on her chest, kneading the soft mounds. She wasn't large, barely a handful each, but he palmed them eagerly, brushing her nipples with his thumbs.
He broke the kiss, watching her face as he leaned down. A gasp escaped her as his hot, wet mouth enveloped her nipple, and he suckled gently. His other hand began to play with its twin, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. A jolt shot through her, a strange, unfamiliar ache building deep inside her.
"Alaric," she whimpered, trying to push him away.
He pulled back, but only to kiss her again, deeper this time. His tongue probed her mouth, demanding. His hand abandoned her breast, sliding down her belly, dipping between her thighs. She whimpered as he found the cleft of her sex through her panties, rubbing slowly, firmly. His other hand pulled at her dress, getting it over the curve of her hips and letting it pool at her feet.
She was suddenly exposed, dressed in only a pair of simple, white panties, tied with a ribbon string over her hips and drawn tight over her mound. Her head spun as he stepped back, keeping his hands on her sides, admiring her nubile form. It was happening so quickly. What had happened to dinner? What had happened to the Strong Spheres?
"You truly are a masterpiece, Liko," he said, his breath warm against her ear.
His hands rounded her ass and grasped her thighs. With an effortless sweep, he lifted her into the air. Liko yelped, clutching at his shoulders for balance, her legs instinctively locking around his waist. She slid down as her weight settled, her groin coming to rest against the hard ridge straining at the fabric of his pants. He held her there, a hand on her back and the other groping her ass, as he kissed her again, grinding himself against her.
"Please," she breathed between kisses. She didn't know what she was asking for. For him to stop? To continue?
He made that decision on his own, his kisses growing passionately, no longer gentle but fervent. Liko squirmed as the grinding continued, surrendering to the warmth of the embrace and the strength with which he held her. When his tongue invaded her mouth, she let it in, her own moving to meet it.
"That's it," he whispered, pulling back to look her in the eye. "Give it to me. Show me the fire of Lucius's seed."
Liko's blush deepened as she laced her arms around his neck, driven by the warmth spreading through her. Her hips rolled furtively, rubbing her groin against his bulge. The friction sent a thrill through her, and she gasped, wriggling in pleasure.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, rewarding her with more kisses.
He carried her across the room, kissing her hungrily, and let go of her just long enough to pull the door open. The room beyond was dimly lit, illuminated only by a single lamp and the moonlight pouring through the windows of the far wall. But it was enough to see the large, king-sized bed with crimson covers and white sheets. A bedroom.
Alaric strode to the bed, laying her down on her back in the center. He crawled up between her legs, kissing up her stomach and between her breasts. She struggled weakly, but he caught her wrists and pinned them over her head, finally claiming her lips again.
His free hand traced down her side, over her hip, and settled between her legs. He cupped her mound over her panties, rubbing her gently through the thin, soaked fabric. A tremor coursed through her as a new, alien pleasure began to build, centered on the spot where he touched her.
He broke the kiss, pulling back to watch her face as he pushed his free hand under her panties, running his finger over the cleft of her labia. She was slick, her folds parting as he explored, the tip of his finger circling the entrance to her virgin channel. Liko whimpered as the pressure sent a jolt through her.
"Alaric," she panted, her hips shifting on the bed. Her body was beginning to feel like it wasn't her own. Her mind was starting to feel that way, too.
He didn't need to be asked twice. With some pressure, he eased his fingertip into her, stretching her taut. Her back arched, and she let out a soft cry, the strange pleasure intensifying. He worked it back and forth, slowly sinking deeper, until he penetrated to the knuckle.
"So tight," he murmured, "You really must be a virgin. Have you even touched yourself before?"
She shook her head, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. He pulled back, smiling, then thrust into her again. After a few more strokes, he added a second finger, pushing them both inside her at once. Liko threw back her head, a high-pitched whine escaping her throat as she arched off the bed.
With a curl of his fingers, he found a sensitive spot inside her, and she came undone. A gasp escaped her, her whole body tensing as a powerful, electric pleasure shot through her. Her walls spasmed around his fingers, her hips bucking. As it faded, she slumped, panting, her limbs heavy.
When she opened her eyes, Alaric was looking down at her, a triumphant glint in his eyes. He pulled his fingers from her, the slick digits glistening in the moonlight. With a slight smile, he brought them to his lips, tasting her.
"Delicious," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again. There was a strange, tangy flavor on his lips. Her flavor.
The kiss was shorter this time. His hands went to the tie of her panties, and he pulled them down her legs. The cool night air kissed her most private place, and she flushed, trying to cover herself. But he grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head again.
"Time for the main course," he said, a predatory glint in his eyes.
He stood, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. She gasped as she got her first clear look at his bare chest. It was lean and sculpted, with a light smattering of dark hair over well-defined pecs. And then went his pants, followed by the rest of his clothing.
"Like what you see?" he asked, smirking down at her as he kicked them away. He knelt over her, a knee on either side of her hips. His erect penis jutted from a thatch of dark curls. She couldn't look away, mesmerized by the sight of it. It was enormous, in her eyes, far larger than just two fingers. How could something like that ever fit inside her?
Seeing her wide-eyed gaze, he took her hand, wrapping it around the shaft. It was hot and hard, the skin smooth and velvety. He guided her into stroking it, her small hand unable to close all the way around the girth.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he promised, his breath warm on her ear. "It might hurt at first, but I promise you, by the end of the night, you'll be begging for more."
He released her, but she continued to stroke him, unable to look away. A small bead of clear fluid built up at the slit on the tip, dripping down and landing on her stomach.
He pulled away from her, kneeling between her legs. He grasped her knees, pushing her legs up and apart, spreading her legs wide. He scooched forward, wedging the head of his cock against her pussy.
Liko squirmed at the sudden pressure against her virgin opening. Her body tensed as he ground against her, stretching her wider than his fingers had. Her breath hitched as he found the right angle, sinking an inch into her. A sharp, tearing pain shot through her, like she was being split in half.
"Wait," she gasped, writhing. "It hurts."
But he just adjusted his grip, forcing her legs apart. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, as a searing pain erupted from her core. He held her there, impaled upon the full length of his cock. She could feel his weight deep in her stomach, throbbing and full. It was too much, too big, too fast. Tears streamed down her face as she gasped for breath.
Just as the pain was beginning to subside, Alaric pulled back, wrenching out of her constricting passage. His penis flopped onto her stomach, the head resting on her navel. It glistened wetly in the lamplight, running with jagged, crimson streaks.
He rolled his hips, rubbing against her stomach in a slow, deliberate motion. "Mine," he breathed, heavy with reverence. "The blood of Lucius, the womb of his heir."
Liko stared at the crimson-stained member, but struggled to focus on it. The room blurred through her tears. She gasped, her chest heaving, as she tried to process the pain, the sight, the weight of him. And the hollow emptiness she now felt inside.
"Unn…Alaric…"
He shifted, hooking his arms under her legs and raising her hips off the bed, angling her pussy towards him. The ravaged hole winked with every gasp, gaping from the oversized intrusion. He aligned himself, and this time, when he pushed, he slid in with one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.
"Ach!" Liko choked, the pain returning, but duller this time, a deep ache that spread through her lower body. He began to move, pulling out until just the head remained inside, then thrusting back in. With every stroke, he drove the breath from her lungs, stretching her fully and completely.
But soon, Liko's cries turned into whimpers, then into moans. The pain began to fade, replaced by a strange, building pleasure. She found herself waiting eagerly for his thrusts, her hands clenching the sheets above her head.
"Ah, ah, ah," she panted, rocking with the force of his movements.
He watched her face, looming over with a slight, self-satisfied grin. She could feel him, thick and hard inside her, stroking that same place his fingers had found earlier, but with an intensity that made her tremble.
All at once, he slammed into her, and she lost all control. She let out a throaty moan, arching off the mattress as his fingers dug into her ass, holding her impaled on his bulging cock. It seemed to swell, threatening to tear her in half, grinding hard against her cervix. The building pressure inside her burst, and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her, so intense it was painful. Her entire body convulsed, her legs locking around Alaric's waist, pulling him harder, deeper. Against her womb.
"Too much!" she moaned.
Alaric's face tightened, and he let out a groan as he strained his hips, forcing himself deeper. His cock spasmed inside her, and heat flooded her belly, thick and wet. The heavy, pulsing sensation repeated over and over, gradually losing strength, until Alaric finally collapsed, lying limp atop her. His cock softened, but remained inside her.
He lay there for a long while, breathing hard, pinning her to the bed with his weight. Liko lay still, dazed and exhausted. Her heart pounded in her chest, an anxious thrill running through her as wetness seeped past his flaccid penis, dribbling down her thighs.
"What...what did you do...?" she croaked, squirming weakly beneath him.
He propped himself up, smiling down at her as he brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "The past is important, but so is the future," he said, kissing her forehead. "And now, our bloodlines are bound."
"Our bloodlines?"
"Lucius was a hero, but even heroes fade. With this, I have joined my seed to the seed of a legend. It will be a joy to watch what grows from this union," he said, getting to his knees.
Liko winced as his cock squelched out of her, pushed out by a backflow of thick, off-white fluid, streaked with red. Her hole was battered and torn, winking needily as it gaped around nothing. The trickle of semen ran down her seam, pooling in the divot of her anus before dripping onto the sheets.
Alaric rolled off the bed, padding over to a small table. He came back with a cloth and a basin of water. He climbed onto the bed again, sitting beside her as he gently wiped her inner thighs, careful of her raw entrance.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked softly.
Liko shook her head, a fresh wave of tears pricking at her eyes. She felt empty now, used and sore. But there was something else, a strange tenderness in her belly, a yearning she didn't quite understand.
"I...I need some air," she whispered, pushing herself up. Her muscles protested, a deep ache spreading through her lower body. She ignored it, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and rising to her feet. She swayed, catching herself on the bedpost, her legs trembling. The ebbing trickle of semen ran down her leg as she stumbled to the balcony, opening the door and stepping out into the night. The air was crisp, and she shivered as it licked at her bare skin, gripping the railing with both hands.
She looked up at the moon, a brilliant silver orb in the star-dusted sky. It was beautiful, but its light made her feel exposed, a reminder of...of what? She wasn't even sure.
What had happened? He had been so charming, so attentive. She'd felt seen, in a way she never had before, not even with Roy or Ult. But one moment, she was having a nice dinner, the next, borne away on a whirlwind of sensation, fear, and pleasure. And then...this. The ache, the emptiness, and that strange, lingering warmth in her belly. A terrifying desire for more.
She stiffened as a pair of arms slid around her, drawing her back against a muscled chest. She couldn't help relaxing against him, letting his warmth envelop her. Alaric's chin rested on the top of her head, and he followed her gaze up to the moon.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Just like you."
She shivered, but not from the cold. She couldn't bring herself to pull away. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the whisper of the wind.
"Because I wanted to." His hand slid down her belly, resting possessively over her womb. "Ideally, I would have liked to wait a few more years to let you mature, but what can a man do but play with the cards he's dealt? I couldn't miss this chance, when I might never see you again. And who knows, perhaps nothing will come of it. Perhaps the night will pass, and we will be nothing more than a fond memory."
He turned her around, cupping her face in his hands and forcing her to meet his gaze. His expression was unreadable in the moonlight, but she could feel the intensity of his stare.
"But perhaps, something will. And I could not live with myself, knowing I let such an opportunity pass me by."
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Liko's mind reeled, a thousand thoughts and emotions colliding at once. Fear and anger warred with a strange, burgeoning affection. But it was the tenderness in his touch that broke her, and she found herself kissing him back, reaching on our tip toes to hold around his neck.
He smiled against her lips, pulling her flush against him. He was already hard again, the heat of his erection pressing into her stomach. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her back into the room and laying her gently on the bed.
This time, he took his time, exploring every inch of her body with his hands and lips, reacquainting himself with her curves and hollows. He suckled at her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard pebbles, then kissed a path down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. Liko squirmed, her hands tangling in his hair as he moved lower, parting her legs with his hands.
She gasped as his hot, wet tongue swept over her folds, lapping their combined juices. The attention did wonders for her stiff, aching pussy, the pain and tenderness receding under the tender ministrations. He found her clit, and a jolt shot through her, her hips bucking as he nibbled on it.
"Alaric," she panted, writhing beneath him.
He took his cue and redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking at the sensitive nub. Her pleasure built, a slow, steady climb that culminated in a shuddering release that left her gasping and trembling.
Before she could recover, he was kissing her again, tasting their combined essence. He settled between her legs, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. She was slick and ready, and this time, when he entered her, there was only a brief, dull ache as he stretched her wide.
"Alaric..." she moaned as he began to thrust.
"Hmm?"
"I...I want to..." she gasped.
He slowed, stopping when he'd reached the full depths of his penetration. "Want to what, Liko?"
Her blush burned across her cheeks as she met his gaze. "I want to try."
He raised an eyebrow, but a smile quirked his lips. He reached under her back, picking her up with one hand and spinning them around, so she straddled his waist as he lay on his back. He released her, laying his hands behind his head, legs parted slightly, and grinned.
"Alright, go ahead."
Liko stared at him for a moment, chewing on her lower lip. Finally, she placed her hands on his chest, testing her balance, and slowly raised her hips. His cock slid out of her with a wet squelch, the shaft glistening in the moonlight. She held it there for a moment, her passage empty and aching. Then, with a soft moan, she lowered herself back onto him.
She repeated the motion, this time faster. A rhythm formed, rising and falling on him as he gazed up at her, eyes sparkling with amusement. She leaned forward, changing the angle, and a gasp escaped her as he scraped against her tender walls.
"You're doing well," Alaric said, rubbing her hips.
Liko blushed. "I-It feels so good!"
She began to move in earnest, her hips undulating, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Alaric watched her, a smug look on his face, as he reached up to cup her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. The added stimulation sent her soaring, and she began to ride him harder, her hands splayed on his chest as she chased her release.
"Ahhh!" she cried out as she came, her walls spasming around him.
He groaned as her orgasm rolled across his cock, and he began to thrust up into her, meeting her downward strokes. Before her body could settle, her orgasm extended by the stimulation, his cock swelled, erupting into her depths for the second time. His hands shot out, grabbing her hips and holding her in place as he pumped her full of his seed. She squeezed her eyes shut, leaning back and feeling the prick of his cock straining against the inside of her stomach.
"So full…" Her voice trailed off, lost in a throaty moan as another wave rolled her, this one taking her off her high.
He relaxed, and she collapsed onto him, her head resting on his chest as she panted for breath. He held her, running a hand through her sweat-damp hair as their hearts hammered in unison.
"To think such a shy girl could take charge like that," he murmured into her hair. "I thought you didn't like it."
"I-It so felt good, I couldn't stop myself," she mumbled, blushing. "But it's just one night. I...I wanted to have a fond memory of it, too. Not just where it hurts."
"I understand." He rolled, pulling her with him, so he lay on top of her. He kissed her gently, then pushed himself up. "But it's getting late. You should rest. You wouldn't want your friends poking around and wondering why you're so exhausted."
Liko squeaked, eyes widening as his words dispelled the fog of lust and pleasure that hung over her head.
"I...I shouldn't have...What if they find out?"
He smiled, getting off the bed and beginning to dress. "Have no worries, the secret is safe with me. Rest now, and I'll have Giles get you back to the ship before the sun rises. He might not look at it, but he's got a way with words. I'm certain he convinced your friends who remained on the airship that you simply fell asleep after dinner. It would have been rude to wake you."
She clutched the sheets to her chest as he pulled on his pants, her mind racing. What would she say? What could she say to them? Ult would tease her mercilessly if he ever found out. And Roy...she couldn't even imagine what he'd say. How could she ever look them in the eye?
Despite her frantic thoughts and racing heart, exhaustion overwhelmed her. Before Alaric could finish dressing, her eyes slid closed, and she fell asleep.
When next she knew, she was on the carriage back to the airship, wearing her dress again. She groaned, sitting up, and felt something crinkle in her hand. She raised it, peering at it in the dim light, blinking unsteadily. A paper with...a number?
"'Should fate have joined us in the end, call me,'" she whispered, reading the words beside the number aloud. A faint smile ghosted across her lips. What a strange way of giving someone your phone number. Not that she ever intended to use it. Alaric would quickly fade to be a simple page in her journey, a part of the history he so loved.
***
At least, that had been the plan, but nearly one month after they left the old professor's mansion behind, Liko sat alone in her room, staring at her Rotom phone. With a fluttering heart and butterflies in her stomach, she tapped the screen, dialing the number on the old, crinkled paper. An answer came almost immediately, Alaric's face appearing on the screen.
"Liko," he said, breaking out into a grin. "I half-expected I'd never hear from you again. How goes your journey?"
"It's...fine," she said, fidgeting with her sleeve. "I just...well, there's something I wanted to tell you."
His eyes lit up, but he maintained his composure, watching as she chewed on her lip. "I'm listening."
"I think, um, you might have been right. About us."
The smile faded, replaced by an intensity that made her squirm. "Are you saying you're...?"
She nodded, finally meeting his gaze, giving him a shy smile.
He clapped his hands, delighted. "That's wonderful news! A child is precisely what I hoped for!"
Liko's hand drifted, resting on her stomach, on the small life she'd just learned was growing within.
Alaric smiled tenderly at her. "Looks like our futures are going to be entwined after all."