His own zip fell down quickly, and then he was pulling his length from his pants and sliding it into her wetness. He pushed inside her slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
Daisy gasped at the feeling of him stretching her, filling her. There was a moment of pain, but it quickly gave way to a pleasure so intense it stole her breath.
Rael stilled once he was fully sheathed inside her, giving her time to adjust. He peppered kisses along her jaw and neck, murmuring soft words of praise and comfort.
"Are you okay, Daisy?" he whispered against her skin.
She nodded, fingers gripping his shoulders. "Yes… keep going."
He began to move then, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with the same gentle pace. Daisy whimpered at the feeling, her body arching up to meet his thrusts.
"Good girl," Rael growled, picking up the pace slightly. "You feel so good around me, Daisy."
She moaned in response, her nails digging into his back as he hit a spot inside her that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
"That's it," he encouraged, angling his hips to hit that spot with every thrust. "Let me hear you."
Daisy couldn't have stayed quiet if she tried. Each movement of Rael's hips inside her drew sounds from deep in her throat—sounds she didn't even recognize as her own.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. Rael groaned at the feeling, his pace faltering slightly.
"You're going to make me come, Daisy," he warned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
But Daisy was beyond caring. All she knew was the building pressure inside her, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each movement of Rael's body.
"Come with me," she begged, her voice husky with desire. "Please, Rael… I'm so close."
He growled in response, hips snapping forward in quick, shallow thrusts now. The change in angle had Daisy seeing stars behind her eyelids.
"Yes," she cried out, her voice echoing through the quiet town. "Oh god, yes… right there."
Rael captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries as her body tightened around him.
"Come for me, Daisy," he murmured against her lips. "Let go."
And with that, Daisy fell apart beneath him. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure washing over her as she clung to Rael. He continued to thrust through her orgasm, prolonging the sensation until Daisy wasn't sure where one ended and another began.
Finally, with a guttural groan, Rael found his own release inside her. His hips stuttered, body trembling with the force of his orgasm as he filled her with his seed.
"Rael, what are you doing?!" A loud, female voice sounded from behind.
Rael's head snapped up in shock, as did Daisy's. The girl's eyes widened even more upon seeing who had just caught them.
Delia Ketchum was standing a few feet away, her face contorted in anger and shock.
She was dressed in a practical, adventuring outfit—more like a scout than anything else. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she wore sturdy boots and a vest with many pockets. Despite the anger in her expression, she looked… striking.
"Delia…" Rael managed, quickly withdrawing from Daisy and tucking himself back into his pants. Cum trailed down Daisy's thighs, making her blush even deeper with embarrassment.
"Ms. Ketchum…!" Daisy squeaked, quickly pulling her own pants and panties back on. "S-sorry… w-we and Rael…"
She didn't even have the words to explain.
"Delia," Rael repeated, stepping toward her. He could see the hurt in her eyes, and it cut him deeply. "You're… you're very beautiful like that."
His cheeks were still flushed, and he knew he must look a mess.
"You!" Delia's voice was venomous, her fists clenched at her sides.
"Delia, please calm down…" Rael reached for her, taking her hips and hand in his. "I was going to tell you… I just… I had to go to the lab, and then Daisy was there, and—"
[Host, you currently have 280 L-Essence stored.]
Rael stopped short, realizing what he was doing. He couldn't keep doing this. He needed a better way to handle this situation.
"System," he thought urgently, "How much L-Essence would it take to create a skill that would make any woman I've marked not jealous of me when I'm with another woman?"
[Host, creating such a passive skill would require 270 L-Essence.]
He quickly checked his current amount.
[You currently have 280 L-Essense stored.]
"Then do it!" he thought, not wanting to waste any more time.
[Creating skill...]
[Skill created successfully!]
[270 L-Essence used.]
[How would you like to designate this skill?]
He quickly thought of a name.
"Harem King."
[Skill designated as 'Harem King.']
Delia's expression shifted. Her clenched fists relaxed, and though she still looked miffed, the burning jealousy in her eyes dulled into something else—teasing irritation.
With a sharp "Hmpf!" she stepped forward and flicked Rael's forehead with her fingers. "You idiot. You could've at least told me if I wasn't going to be the only one…"
Rael stared in surprise as she pouted, adorably crossing her arms under her chest.
It's working…! he exclaimed inwardly.
Turning back to Daisy, he walked toward her slowly. She was still catching her breath, trembling slightly as she stood there, half-dressed and red in the face. Rael raised a hand and gently caressed the side of her neck, his palm warm and possessive.
"Lust Mark," he whispered.
A soft pink glow shimmered under his hand, forming a tattoo-like emblem resembling a Pokéball—visible only to him. It pulsed once before settling.
Daisy flinched slightly. "W-what are you doing, Rael?"
Her heart was pounding. First, they'd been caught mid-act, then Delia—Ms. Ketchum!—didn't even seem mad anymore, and now Rael was doing something else entirely. She felt a swirl of emotions: confusion, arousal, and a strange… contentment?
When Rael removed his hand, something shifted inside her. The lingering embarrassment and jealousy from Delia's presence melted away, replaced by warmth and a new hunger in her gaze.
She looked up at him, eyes more passionate than ever.
Then Delia stepped forward again. She pulled a soft tissue from one of her many pocketed vests and knelt beside Daisy. Her movements were calm, almost maternal, but with a strange intimacy that made Daisy shiver.
"Let me clean you up a bit, sweetheart," Delia said softly.
"Ms. Ketchum…" Daisy whispered, voice cracking with embarrassment.
But Delia was gentle. She carefully wiped the sticky trail running down Daisy's thigh, her touch tender and slow. Daisy couldn't help the heat that flared up in her cheeks—or the way her legs twitched slightly at the contact.
"There we go," Delia said with a soft smile, crumpling the tissue and standing back up. "All clean."
Daisy was speechless, eyes wide, her face nearly glowing with color.
To be continued...
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