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Adaman let out a sigh as he pushed through the heavy wooden doors of the Galaxy Team’s headquarters and started down the slate steps.

“Finally…” he muttered.

Another one of his bi-monthly meetings between him, Commander Kamado, and Pearl Clan Leader Irida. The sharp rise in mass outbreaks, the cause of said outbreaks, and why these specific outbreaks only seemed to happen during an intense storm was the topic of this meeting’s discussion. These outbreaks, massive mass outbreaks as Captain Cyllene called them, were a new phenomenon that started occurring mere weeks after the closing of the Space-Time rift and the quelling of the red sky. Maybe it had something to do with the rift closing, causing a shift in the Space-Time Continuum, which, in turn, was causing all these fierce storms and Pokémon to swarm in areas outside of their natural habitat? 

It was a conundrum to say the least. But Akari, the Hero of Hisui, the girl spat out from the rift in the sky, had immediately jumped at the opportunity to investigate. Together with his sister Mai, the pair were hard at work, researching these strange occurrences across the vast Hisui Region. It was incredible just how capable the teenage girl was at her young age.

Adaman’s brown eyes looked toward the sky. The previously bright, sunny blue sky was replaced with swirling, dark, gray clouds. Which meant only one thing.

“Looks like a storm’s brewing…”

“Fee…” Fern, his trusty Leafeon, whined from his side, ears and tail drooping. 

“Don’t worry, Fern,” he reassured, crouching down to pet the Verdant Pokémon’s head. “I know how you don’t like storms. We’ll be back before it even starts if we don’t waste any time.”

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of going out in this weather,” a familiar voice called out, causing him to turn his head.

Irida, along with her Glaceon, Kōri, stepped out from the Galaxy Headquarters. Fern yipped happily at the sight of his fellow Eeveelution friend once again. Kōri wagged her tail eagerly in response, equally as excited as her Grass-type counterpart. Adaman wished he could say the same upon seeing his rival clan leader.

The Pearl Clan Leader’s face scrunched in disgust as she was met with mildly humid air, and in true Irida-fashion, began to fan herself. How she was always hot in temperatures above 60°, especially in her standard getup, which looked more suited for a day along the shores of Cobalt Coastlands, remained a mystery to the Diamond Clan Leader.

“It’ll start pouring any minute now. You’ll get caught before you even reach the Highlands.”

As if on cue, a low rumble of thunder echoed throughout the village.

“We’re fine,” Adaman assured with a lazy wave of the hand. “If we hurry, we’ll just barely make it.” He whistled at Fern, who was currently in the middle of a playful wrestling match with Kōri.

“Come on, Fern. We’re leaving.”

The Leafeon voiced his goodbyes, joining his trainer as they began making their way toward the front gate, but before they could get far, Irida’s voice called out to them again.

“You’re better off staying here in the village until the storm passes. With your inability to play the Celestica Flute to call upon Wyrdeer, you’re a sitting Psyduck.”

Adaman didn’t miss the somewhat condescending tone in Irida’s voice mentioning his…incompetence at playing that blasted flute. His eyes narrowed, head snapping in her direction.

“I’d already be in the Fieldlands by now if you weren’t here wasting my time.”

The Pearl Clan Leader scoffed, offended. “Well, excuuuuuse me for wanting to help you! I was just offering a suggestion to spare your sorry hide from the storm! But with more space than brains in that thick skull of yours, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

It was Adaman’s turn to scoff. “Well, you can take your offer and shove it, Irida!” he growled. Another roll of thunder reverberated through the air, adding to the tension.

Fern and Kōri worriedly glanced between their trainers as their bickering started. Not a day went by where these two didn’t argue about something. Even with the threat to the Hisui region gone, they still had their moments. The two Eeveelutions sighed.

After a minute of intense arguing, Adaman threw his hands up in annoyance. “I don’t have time for this! I’m leaving! C’mon, Fern!”

“Go ahead and get soaked in the rain, see if I care!” Irida yelled as Adaman stomped toward the front gate, fuming. “Don’t come crying to me when you catch a cold!”

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Drip, drip, drip…

Maybe he should have heeded Irida’s warning.

No sooner had he and Fern crossed the wooden bridge onto Deertrack Path than it began to drizzle. The Grass-type was thoroughly enjoying the refreshing drops of rain on his leafy fur, however the same could not be said for Adaman. His haori hung over his head, creating a shield to protect his hair from dampness, but it was proving to be a futile attempt as his jacket was starting to grow wet itself. He shivered as the wind blew, cold rain touching his exposed skin. The Pokémon of Obsidian Fieldlands were nowhere in sight, huddled and tucked away in their homes. How Adaman wished he was in his own home right about now.

Adaman flinched as a bright flash of lightning appeared, followed by a particularly loud boom of thunder. Fern whimpered, his body trembling.

“It’s okay, Fern,” Adaman whispered. He scooped his partner up and held him close, wrapping his haori around his body. The Leafeon snuggled against his chest.

“There you go, nice and warm.”

He continued his trek. The wind howled, pushing against him. The raindrops seem to grow heavier against him. He was mentally kicking himself for not taking up Irida’s offer. He imagined she was warm and cozy in one of the guest quarters in the village, chowing down on some of Beni’s famous potato mochi, laughing while picturing him struggling in the storm. He sucked his teeth; he had no one to blame but himself and his stubbornness and hasty attitude.

Mighty Dialga, he needed some sort of miracle.

By the saving grace of Almighty Dialga themself, the Diamond Clan Leader’s prayers were answered as a voice called his name through the roaring wind. At the top of the hill stood a very familiar figure with equally familiar agate yellow eyes, which were gleaming with concern through her light black hair, which clung to her face. At her side stood her easily identifiable partner Pokémon: Growlithe. Relief washed over his face as he called back to her.

“Ayame!”

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“Adaman?”

Ayame had just returned from her second forage walk, deciding on scavenging a second time that day in preparation for the impending storm. She had managed to find a myriad of berries and edible plants she didn’t grow in her tiny garden before the rain set her off for home. The usually lively Obsidian Fieldlands were barren as the Pokémon sought out shelter from the approaching storm. Not even the Survey or Security Corps were out scouring the Fieldlands, most likely back at Jubilife Village. It was practically deserted. So it was quite a shock to see her boyfriend of all people wandering around in this type of weather.

The Diamond Clan Leader perked up at the sound of his name and she was met with those sharp, coffee brown eyes of his. A look of relief washed over the man.

“Ayame!” He called back to her.

Ayame immediately rushed toward him, nearly slipping down the hill in the process. Himawari, her Growlithe, barked in greeting, standing up on her hind legs and wagging her tail excitedly. Adaman grinned, reaching down to pet the Puppy Pokémon.

“What on Earth are you doing out here in this weather?” she questioned. “It’s about to start pouring!”

“Well, I was trying to head home before the rain got too bad, but uhh…” —he grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head— “I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

“Why didn’t you just stay in the village until the storm passed? I’m sure they would have let you.”

“W-Well, I thought I could make it beforehand…”

“Did you think it would be a ‘waste of time?’” the woman air-quoted, arching an eyebrow at the man. All Adaman did was nonchalantly shove his hands into his haori pockets, sweatdropping, which told Ayame all she needed to hear.

She sighed, shaking her head. Of course. The man was never one to waste precious time, which more often than not led him to make hasty decisions. Hell, it was that same hastiness that led them to meet in the first place.

“Come on,” she said, reaching for his arm. “You’re staying with me until this storm passes.”

Another flash of lightning. Another deafening boom of thunder.

“Hurry!”

The rain began battering down as the group ran toward Horseshoe Plains. The winds grew more harsh, and they struggled to fight through it. Every couple of seconds, there was a flash of lightning followed by a loud rumble. It was definitely not safe to be outside. Fortunately for them, Ayame’s home wasn’t far. The familiar pink flowers and oxbow lakes greeted them as they entered the plains. Ayame’s tent was located at the far end of Horseshoe Plains, secluded from the rest of the area, just along the riverbank, surrounded by a bed of pink and white phlox flowers. The recognizable light purple canvas of her tent came into their view. Using the last of their strength, Adaman and Ayame sprinted toward the tent as fast as their legs could carry them. The pair practically flopped on the wooden floor inside, safe and sound, albeit completely soaked, cold, and out of breath.

“Haaah, haah, we made it,” Ayame panted, doubling over as she struggled to catch her breath. Himawari whined, shaking off the water from her fur, while Fern merely licked himself dry. Ayame’s Goodra, Zoroark, Ambipom, Yanmega, and Alpha Lilligant, who had been sleeping moments before their arrival, awoke to greet them.

“You-You definitely w-wouldn’t have made it before the rain started,” she continued, shivering as she removed her wet tabi socks and zori sandals.

Adaman removed his boots, cringing as he peeled his equally damp socks from his feet. 

“Y-You’re right. I’m s-so glad I ran into you when I did or else I would have been—HACHOO!”

Adaman swiftly covered his mouth as he sneezed. His body shook and his teeth chattered.

Ayame frowned. “Here, let’s get you out of those damp clothes. You’ll catch a nasty cold.”

That was the last thing he needed, to get sick because of his own hastiness. He’d never hear the end of Irida’s patronizing “I told you so’s.”

“I-I don’t have a change of clothes,” Adaman expressed as Ayame led him over to the large trunk where she kept her clothing. The woman knelt down, opened the trunk, and sifted through it. She soon found what she was looking for. She pulled out a simple blue cotton jinbei: a kimono-like top and some matching shorts that had previously belonged to her father along with a pair of slippers. Above the trunk were some cabinets which held some plush towels and she grabbed one for him as well.

“Here,” she whispered, handing them to him. “It might be a bit of a tight fit, but it’ll do.”

“Better than sitting around in wet clothes. Or worse, in my underwear,” He chuckled, accepting it.

Ayame’s cheeks heated up slightly. Thank goodness she kept her deceased father’s clothes. She couldn’t imagine sitting around all night with Adaman with him only wearing his underwear. Although…it wouldn’t be a bad sight to see—

She shook that thought from her head. “Y-You can change in that corner over there.” She pointed toward the bamboo shoji folding screen located in the far corner of the tent.

The man nodded, making his way over toward the corner. Ayame found a yukata for herself before retreating to her own corner to change.

The jinbei Ayame gave him was comfortable, though it was a bit small on his muscular frame. He was grateful though. Better than sitting in his underwear. He used the towel to dry his body as well as his tri-colored hair, which he relieved from its usual Ponytatail, cascading to his shoulders. Miraculously, his blue eyeliner had remained intact. He neatly folded his damp clothing and the towel before stepping out from behind the shoji screen. At the same time, Ayame had stepped out from behind hers.

Ayame’s eyes immediately fell on Adaman and she felt her cheeks heating up. Her father’s jinbei being a size too small allowed for the top to hug the Diamond Clan Leader’s sinewy body, causing his pectoral muscles to become more pronounced. She could just barely see the skin of said muscles through the v-shaped neckline. Any lower and they might have popped out fully. The sleeves were rolled up a bit, revealing his toned arms, free from its usual bandages. His arms were littered with old training scars and sparse amounts of hair on his forearms, and on his left arm, a large, angry red patch of scarred tissue. The burn scar, an everlasting reminder of their very first encounter. The shorts also squeezed his lower half, however the top of the jinbei was long enough to cover his groin to prevent anything from…showing.

Ayame bit her lip as her yellow eyes scanned him over and over. Arceus above, he was a beautiful specimen. His well built body, achieved by years of training, his sharp, domineering, coffee-brown eyes that could cause even the strongest to cower before him with just one gaze, his silky three-toned hair that she could spend hours running her hands through, his acute eyebrows, with just one arch of them, could make her weak in the knees—

Adaman found himself staring as well.

The woman was dressed in a lilac-colored yukata adorned with iris flowers (typical of her), with a simple purple sash holding it all together. Her long, light black hair, which was missing the large red bow she always wore, was mostly dry, with a few damp strings clinging to her face. Her trademark red eyeshadow was gone, which made her eyes look more soft. The bandage on her cheek was also absent, revealing the noticeable scar on her face, given to her by her Zoroark a few years prior.

Adaman was nearly drooling as he gawked at her, his mouth open slightly. Mighty Dialga, she was gorgeous. Her soft and glowing brown skin, her hypnotic agate yellow eyes that could place anyone under a spell just by staring into them, those adorable freckles that were dusted across her face, the tear birthmark just under her right eye—

The duo’s eyes fell onto one another, pulling them out of their trances once they caught the other staring. A smirk formed on Adaman’s face while Ayame’s cheeks turned Tamato Berry red.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Ayame quickly diverted her gaze, reduced to a blushing, sputtering mess. Her cheeks burned as Adaman’s laugh rang in her ears.

“It’s okay if you were, I don’t mind at all.”

“L-Let’s just put our clothes out to dry…” Ayame mumbled, trying to change the subject. “S-Since we can’t use the fire pit outside, we’ll have to put them along the irori.”

Ayame led Adaman to the sunken hearth in the middle of the tent. The flame, which had been burning for the past few hours, was beginning to die. She knelt down and placed a few pieces of charcoal into the pit before having Himawari bring the flame back to life with a low-grade Flamethrower. Ayame set her soaked clothes a few inches away from the flames, prompting Adaman to follow suit. He sighed as the warmth of the fire radiated onto his cold skin. Nice and toasty.

“I can’t thank you enough Ayame,” he said, holding his arms out toward the flames. “You really saved my hide. I’d be a sitting Psyduck if it wasn’t for you.”

“You’re lucky I found you when I did,” the woman replied. “Then again, it’s not the first time I’ve saved you due to your hastiness.”

Adaman sweatdropped, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Ayame tittered.

“But,” she scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad I did. Both times. Even if your decisions were a little less than ideal.”

A soft smile spread on Adaman’s face. His arms snaked around her waist, holding her close. He planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

“I’m glad you did, too.”

The pair stayed in their embrace, their bodies close, for about about a minute until the sound of their loudly rumbling stomachs interrupted. Both Adaman and Ayame’s faces flushed with embarrassment.

“Ehehehe, guess all that running made us hungry,” Adaman laughed.

“Guess so,” Ayame agreed. “I was gonna make some soup and potato mochi. Is that alright with you?”

“Of course it is. You know how much I love your potato mochi. Here, I’ll help you.”

“It’s alright, you’re my guest,” she argued.

“No, I insist. It’s the least I could do for you after you’ve helped me.” Before she could protest, Adaman stood up, offering her his hand. Taking his hand, Ayame stood up, and went to retrieve her basket of spoils.

Together, the duo prepped for their supper, laughing and joking around. Using the last of the potatoes from Ayame’s small garden, they were able to yield a dozen of the potato mochi, albeit a bit smaller than usual. The rest of the potatoes went into the soup, along with some leeks, carrots, onions, a bunch of Springy Mushrooms, a few Sootfoot Roots, some Plump Beans, five Leppa Berries, four clumps of Crunchy Salt along with some other seasonings and spices, and lots of Hearty Grains. Ayame also whipped up some Adamant Mint tea (Adaman’s favorite), adding some Dazzling Honey as sweetener. The tent was filled with the sweet aroma of the potato mochi and tea coupled with the savoriness of the soup. Once the soup was to their taste, Ayame and Adaman grabbed some food bowls for the Pokémon and served them first. When they were all situated and chowing down, the two served themselves, choosing to sit in front of the warm fire.

The Diamond Clan Leader wasted no time stuffing his face like a man starved. It was always a treat for him to indulge in Ayame’s homemade cooking.

Ayame giggled. “Slow down. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Mmph, sorry,” Adaman replied, his mouth stuffed with potato mochi. He swallowed before continuing. “I just can’t get enough of your potato mochi. It just has that special something.”

“I’m sure that nice Beni fellow would be quite heartbroken to hear you say such a thing.”

“Don’t tell him, though! He might ban me from the Wallflower if he found out!”

“Don’t worry,” Ayame snickered behind her hand. “Your secret is safe with me.”

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“Doesn’t look like the storm’s gonna settle anytime soon,” Adaman frowned, shutting the door to Ayame’s home. Night had fallen upon the Obsidian Fieldlands and the rain was far from letting up.

“Looks like we’ll have to wait it out until morning,” Ayame murmured.

Another roar of thunder echoed into the night, this one the loudest so far, causing both Adaman and Ayame to flinch. The Pokémon let out various cries and whines, startled. The pair did their best to soothe them.

“Why don’t you guys rest in your Pokéballs for the night?” Ayame suggested after a second clap of thunder frightened the group. “You’ll feel much safer in them.”

Ayame’s Pokémon agreed. Anything to escape this loud noise!

Ayame reached for her basket, pulling out various Pokéballs. One by one, each member of her party was zapped back into their respective ball.

“Himawari?” she called, holding out the Growlithe’s Great Ball. Himawari barked, shaking her head. She trotted over toward Fern, who was cowering in the corner, paws clamped over his ears, snuggling against the Grass-type. She barked again.

“Ohh,” Ayame realized. “You want to stay out and comfort Fern?”

“Growl!” The Puppy Pokémon yapped in response. Fern lifted his head up, grateful for Himawari’s company. He offered her a loving headbutt.

The two trainers cooed.

“Maybe we should follow suit and get some rest as well,” Ayame proposed. A cold draft blew in from the top of the tent, making the pair shiver. “Or at least get under some blankets to keep warm.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Adaman quivered.

At the back of the room lay three futons, some thick, cotton comforters, and some down pillows, all folded in a neat pile. Ayame retrieved two of each, unfolding them and making them up.

“Thank you again for your help, Ayame,” Adaman expressed as he nestled himself underneath the comforter, sighing as his body was met with the sweet warmth.

Ayame crawled under the comforter, resting on her front. She smiled in the man’s direction.

“It was nothing. Glad to help.”

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The sound of rain battering against the hut filled the night. The thunder had reduced to a low, rumbling sound, much more pleasant than the booming, crackling claps from before. The fire from the irori crackled. Himawari and Fern snored lightly, nestled against one another for warmth and security. Adaman, however, was wide awake.

A chilly breeze blew in from above, causing the man to shiver rather violently. Almighty Dialga, he hated the cold. He couldn’t for the life of him understand how Irida could stand wandering around the Alabaster Icelands, which had temperatures dropping well into the negatives, in such skimpy clothing.

He turned onto his side, curling up into a fetal position to preserve body heat. A second gale of wind swept through the room and Adaman’s teeth began to chatter. He shivered, rubbing his pals over his forearms.

Ayame’s eyes were shut, though she had not yet entered the world of sleep. The soft, almost gentle rolling of thunder filled her ears. She loved quiet thunderstorms like this, nothing like the loud, cacophonous thunder that was happening earlier. It brought her peace, tranquility. It reminded her of the nights she would spend nestled in between her mom and dad as they listened to the storm while it passed. She sighed longingly, pressing her head deeper into her cold pillow. Sleep was just around the corner. She could feel herself slowly slipping into the depths of dreamland when—

Ayame jolted slightly, her eyes flying open. She heard a noise from beside her. It sounded like chattering. Chattering and shivering..?

“Adaman?” She whispered. “Are you okay?”

“I-I-I’m c-cold,” the man quavered. He swore he could see his breath in the air.

Ayame frowned. The air did feel a bit chilly to her, but not so much that it would be a bother. Obsidian Fieldlands did get cool nights in the summer and she was used to them; she practically reveled in them. But here poor Adaman was, laying there, shaking like a Snorunt in the middle of a blizzard. She guessed he wasn’t used to anything below warm temperatures, having grown up in the muggy and humid Crimson Mirelands.

Wordlessly, she pulled herself up. She dragged her futon and comforter a few feet over toward Adaman, lining hers up together with his. Adaman watched curiously as she threw half of her comforter over his already blanketed body. She slipped back under the covers, inching closer toward the Diamond Clan Leader until they were mere inches apart. Adaman’s arm instinctively wrapped itself around Ayame’s frame and pulled her toward his front, closing the remaining gap between them. She was met with the familiar earthy scent of the man; he smelled of the woods, mixed with various plants and spices. The aroma of the rain still lingered on him, creating a cocktail of an outdoorsy smell. It was heavenly, intoxicating. Ayame’s cheeks began to grow rosy.

“I-Is that better?”

Adaman sighed in content, feeling Ayame’s body flush against him. He could smell her iconic fragrance of iris flowers; delicate, woody, and a tad bit spicy. It was one of his favorite smells. The heat radiating from Ayame’s body in conjunction with that sweet smell made him want more. Want to feel more of her, want to smell more of her, want to feel closer to her.

“It is. Much better,” Adaman breathed. “Though…” His voice trailed off as he shivered again ever so slightly, though it had a bit less to do with the cold.

“I could use just a bit more warming up.”

“O-Oh? How’s this?”

Ayame leaned in ever so slightly, pressing an innocent kiss against his cheek.

“Better?”

“Warmer,” he all but begged. “Just a bit more.”

Her lips moved to his, capturing them in a chaste smooch. Adaman smiled into the kiss.

“How’s that?”

“Much better,” Adaman chuckled.

Ayame laughed quietly. “Is that all you wanted? A kiss? You could have just asked…I wouldn’t have said no.”

“I know I could’ve, but this was much better.”

Ayame tittered. “You’re so silly. Was that good enough for you? Or did you need more ‘warming up?’”

“I could go for some more. Still feeling a tad bit chilly,” he chortled.

Ayame shook her head with a giggle but yielded. Their lips met for another kiss, eyes fluttering close. It was slow, tender, and warm as they moved in tandem with one another. Ayame’s arms snaked upward and around Adaman’s neck. Adaman’s hand caressed her side in a back-and-forth motion. Their lips smacked together, creating that telltale sound.

The innocence of the kiss was quick to melt away as a tongue slowly swiped along Ayame’s bottom lip, requesting entrance. The woman’s mouth parted, granting him access. Their tongues met and formed a dance, with Adaman’s taking the lead. Soft moans escaped their lips. Ayame felt a different kind of warmth beginning to pool from within her, a spark, a fire on the verge of igniting. She had never felt this way before. This felt miles different than the dozens of other kisses she and Adaman had shared over the course of their relationship. It was new, exciting, but also a bit frightening.

Adaman could feel his own warmth bubbling in the pit of his stomach. It felt so good to be able to kiss her like this. So full of passion, so full of love. He craved more of her. His hand slowly gilded downward, resting on her thigh. His hand dipped underneath the skirt of her yukata, coming in contact with her bare thigh, stroking it gently. Another moan escaped the young woman’s mouth.

His hand grabbed at the woman’s leg, curving around it from her knee. With a gentle tug, he hooked it over his hip, bringing their lower halves flush against each other.

Ayame gasped as she felt herself pressed against Adaman’s clothed groin, which morphed into another moan as she was met with a slight roll of Adaman’s hips. A wave of excitement surged throughout her body and a hand moved from his neck to clutch at the sleeve of his jinbei. Her mind was beginning to grow hazy, lost in the intense passion from their make-out session. Her hips started to move on their own accord, grinding against Adaman’s. A groan rumbled in the back of the man’s throat. He felt a tightness forming in his groin area. His shorts were beginning to constrict him even further than before. His hand gripped her thigh.

Ayame was the first to break for air, the lack of it was starting to make her dizzy. The pair were left panting, staring into each other’s eyes. Their lips were puffy and shining with saliva and their cheeks were flushed. A single string of spit connected their two mouths.

After a thirty-second breather, the brown-eyed man leaned in once more, peppering kisses along Ayame’s jaw. He adjusted his body so that his arm was holding his body up from the floor, his front half above her. With her head already tossed to the side, Adaman had full access to her neck, which he planned on taking full advantage of. His lips moved from her jawbone to her jugular, teeth beginning to nibble on the soft flesh.

“Adaman…” she gasped quietly, bringing a hand to bury into his tri-colored hair. He trailed kisses along her neck, occasionally dragging his teeth along. He made it to the junction where the base of her neck met her shoulders. He latched on, nibbling on that spot as well before starting to suck, evoking a louder gasp from Ayame. Another jolt of pleasure surged through her and that heat in her belly was growing by the minute and she bit her lip. She could feel wetness pooling from between her legs.

The hand in his hair tightened, pulling at it from the roots, drawing out a groan from him. The tug went straight to his dick, hardening in response. His hips resumed rocking against Ayame’s as he nibbled and sucked on her neck, undoubtedly forming a love bite. Ayame’s brain was in a complete fog as her senses were overloading. Her breathing grew heavier and her grip on his sleeve tightened. She quickly regained some sort of clarity when she felt something hard poking at the apex of her thigh.

“A-Adaman, wait…”

Immediately, he stopped, lifting his head up from her neck, allowing for her to sit up. His eyes were filled with concern as he scanned her face for any signs of discomfort.

“S-Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”

A blush dusted her already flushed cheeks as her eyes shifted away from his gaze. There was a tense silence for a few seconds before Ayame spoke again.

“A-Are we going to do…y-you know… that ..?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Adaman’s slit eyebrow arched upward. “We don’t have to. Unless you want to?”

Was she ready? She and Adaman had only been courting for a little over ten months now, and yet, she was very comfortable around him. The first person she had contact with since the death of her mother, and the first person outside her immediate family she has had contact with at all in her almost twenty-one years of life. She felt safe, secure around him. He made her laugh, he held her on the days where she mourned over the loss of her parents. She allowed herself to let down her guard around him and venture out of her shell. He truly cared for her, strived to protect her and make her happy. She was happy with him and she trusted him with her life. So, it was clear to her that she was ready to take her relationship with Adaman to the next level.

A hand cradled her face. Adaman’s fingers gently pushed her chin upward so their eyes reunited.

“I don’t want you to force yourself if you’re not up to it,” he whispered.

And that, too. He always put her needs and wants before his.

Ayame shook her head. “I-It's just that…” she trailed off, her gaze dropping to her hands as she twiddled her fingers.

“Just what?” Adaman urged.

“It’s just that…” Ayame’s cheeks grew darker. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

She chewed her lip, half expecting Adaman to laugh at her for her inexperience, but the laughter never came. Instead, something else came from his lips. Something she never expected.

“That’s okay, neither have I.”

Her eyes widened and she met his gaze once more. 

“Really?” she replied incredulously. “You’ve never done it?”

“Is that surprising?” the Diamond Clan Leader questioned, cocking his head to the side.

“W-Well, yeah! You’re Adaman, the leader of the Diamond Clan. Y-You’re so smart, handsome, and muscular…”

A smirk formed on Adaman’s lips. “Go on, I enjoy compliments.”

Ayame lightly smacked him in the chest as she blushed. “W-What I mean is, you could have anyone you want. S-So, it’s a little shocking to hear you say that you’ve never been with anyone else before.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, being leader of the Diamond Clan is a pretty busy job, loaded with lots of responsibilities. So I don’t really get a lot of free time to myself, and when I do, I’m too tired to do anything else. Which is why I haven’t really explored that aspect of life yet, aside from reading a few of my sister’s books,” he admitted.

“O-Oh,” Ayame nodded, understanding.

“But, that’s okay. I’m fine with it. You know why?”

Ayame shook her head. “No, why?”

“Because…” he reached out and tucked a strand of light black hair behind her ear. “It means I get to experience this moment with you and you alone.” His voice had dropped a few octaves to what Ayame could only describe as his authoritative “clan leader” voice, now husky and deep. It made her arousal throb with need and sent shivers down her spine.

He leaned in, pressing a quick yet heated kiss on her lips before trailing down to her ear. Ayame shuddered as she felt his breath on her ear, his lips mere millimeters away.

“Exploring each other’s bodies…” he pressed a kiss against the shell of her ear. His tongue peaked out, gliding along the ridges. Ayame bit back a moan.

“Making each other feel good…” his teeth captured her lobe, nipping and sucking at it, eliciting a quiet squeak from the young woman as her eyes fluttered shut.

“I want to experience that with you, Ayame. I want to make you feel good and I want to feel good right along with you.” More forceful nips and sucks at her lobe had Ayame keening quietly, biting her lip, nearly drawing blood. Her whole body was getting hot. The cold draft billowing from above seemed to no longer have an effect on either of them.

“Do you want this, Ayame? Do you want me?”

Ayame whimpered, only able to produce a small nod. Adaman, however, was not satisfied with this.

“I need a verbal answer, Flower,” he said, removing his lips from her earlobe. His sharp brown eyes bore into her yellow ones, burning with desire. A hand reached out to stroke her face.

“Please, I need to hear you say it.”

Ayame’s own hand trailed up, ghosting over his. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage so hard, she was sure Adaman could hear it. She was ready for this, ready for Adaman.

“I-I’m ready,” she murmured with a resolute nod. “P-Please.”

That was all he needed to hear.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, before doing the same to her lips. Their tongues met again in another steady yet fiery dance. Adaman’s hand buried itself into Ayame’s black tresses, closing his fist gently. Ayame moaned into the kiss, nipping his lip slightly.

So, she likes having her hair pulled as well.

The man made a mental note of that, storing the new information in the back of his mind for their next encounter, whenever that may be.

Ayame’s hands wandered toward his front, playing with the string of his jinbei.

“You can take it off if you’d like,” he whispered against her lips. The woman’s cheeks reddened. After a slight hesitation, her dainty fingers pulled on the strings, untying the shirt.

Adaman broke from the kiss, shrugging off the kimono-esque top and tossing it haphazardly to the side, revealing his bare upper half.

Ayame’s mouth went dry as her eyes were met with the newly exposed flesh, the dim lighting from the oil lantern reflecting off his skin, practically making him glow. Sure, she had seen him shirtless once before, way back when, but this was different from tending to wounds.

Adaman was very well-built due to years of training. His biceps were refined, the muscles pronounced without the need to flex his arms. On his upper right arm, the Diamond Clan’s insignia was tattooed to his skin. His pectorals gleamed in the light. They looked firm; Ayame wondered what they would feel like in her hands. On his left pec, a splash of scarred skin. Another burn. Two tiny barbell piercings peeked out from both pink nipples, a sight that was not previously there before. Finally, her eyes wandered down toward his abs. The lighting showcased each dip that separated one muscle from the other. Scars were also spread out across his abdomen, some fading and others relatively fresh. His abdominal muscles, complete with a sturdy-looking four-pack, looked as hard as a Steelix’s tempered body, and probably felt just as chiseled.

Ayame absentmindedly licked her lips, unable to tear her eyes away from his Adonis-like physique. He was absolutely gorgeous; Arceus had truly blessed her with this beautiful sight. If her body didn’t feel like it was on fire before, it definitely was now. Her agate yellow eyes were filled with a hunger she had never experienced before.

“Like what you see?” Adaman smirked, snapping Ayame out of her trance. Her face flushed red, deepening in color when Adaman began flexing his pectoral muscles, further adding to her embarrassment. 

“I saw you staring at me before,” he pointed out.

Why must he tease her like this?

“Like I said before, I don’t mind if you stare.”

Ayame gingerly stretched out a hand toward his chest, but hesitated, shyness overtaking her. Adaman gently grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling it toward him.

“It’s okay if you wanna touch. I know you want to; I can see it in your eyes.”

Before she could protest further, he placed her hand atop his right pec. 

The flesh felt firm in her hand, just as she suspected. His skin was warm, heated by desire. Her other hand joined its partner as they began exploring. Her baby-soft palms ghosted over every muscle, every dip, every scar. From his chest to his biceps, to his abs, her hands wandered. She bit her lip again. His body felt incredible in her hands. It was rugged from the harsh Hisuian land, yet somehow soft and smooth like a Golduck’s back. Her dainty fingers brushed against his pierced nipples, eliciting a shuddering “fuck” from the man that made Ayame throb. His head lowered toward her neck, once again peppering it with kisses and nibbles. His mouth returned to that sweet spot, kissing over the tender, reddened skin.

His own hands began venturing down her body, first stopping at her chest. Ayame gasped quietly as he gave them a gentle squeeze. She swore she felt Adaman smile against her. His hands began to slowly knead her through her yukata. Whimpers escaped from the woman’s lips as she gripped his scarred bicep. Her thighs rubbed together, creating some alleviating friction between her legs. How was it that it was his first time, and yet, he was able to make her crumble beneath him like that?

His hands furthered their descent, gliding along her sides and her abdomen before reaching their destination: the deep purple sash around her waist.

“May I?” he whispered against her neck, his fingers playing with the silk ribbon. He kissed his way up to meet her gaze. Ayame’s heart hammered against her ribcage. She let out a shaky exhale before nodding silently. His fingers pulled at the ribbon, setting it free from its bow, allowing for her yukata to cascade open. He pushed the garment off her shoulders, lightly tossing it to the side, leaving Ayame bare from the waist up. He was just barely able to catch a glimpse of her chest before Ayame’s arms encased them, shielding them from his view. Her face flushed red, gaze casted downward. She felt exposed, vulnerable.

“Don’t be embarrassed, my diamond,” Adaman cooed, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Ayame’s blush deepened. “They’re…They’re not…very big…” she spoke bashfully, voice barely above a whisper.

Adaman simply shook his head. “That doesn’t matter.” 

He reached for her hands, gently prying them away from her chest. His thumbs rubbed tender, comforting circles on the backs of her hands and he brought one up to his lips. His hands released hers, stretching out to cup her breasts. The mounds, though not large, fit perfectly in his palms.

“Every part of your body is beautiful to me, Ayame.” 

He captured her lips in a sweet kiss. His hands resumed their kneading. Her breasts were full and soft to the touch, but firm in his palms as he kneaded them. His calloused fingers toyed with her nipples, rolling and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing them into hardness.

She let out a tiny moan into the kiss, tiny sparks of electricity coursing through her body. His lips trailed across her jaw and down her neck, suckling on that sweet spot once more, however this time, he didn’t stop there. He ventured past her collarbones, decorating each one with matching lovebites, until his head was at level with her chest.

“So beautiful…” he whispered, before replacing one of his hands with his mouth. His lips kissed the stiff peak before parting to allow his tongue to glide over the sensitive nub. His tongue flicked the bud, lightly at first, but soon adding more pressure. He continued to work her other nipple with his fingers. Ayame’s breathing began to grow labored. Her fingers weaved into his cobalt streaked hair, closing a fist at the roots. He groaned, mouth vibrating against her flesh. He took the perky nub further into his mouth and began to suck. His tongue continued its onslaught, adding to Ayame’s pleasure. He frequently switched between each breast to give both an equal amount of attention.

“A-Adaman..!” a high-pitched, airy cry of his name tore from her lips as she felt the faint presence of teeth against the delicate flesh. The coil in her belly grew tighter and the heat between her thighs grew hotter as Adaman continued his ministrations. The sounds she made were music to the Diamond Clan Leader’s ears and hearing Ayame cry out his name sent sparks down to his dick. His shorts were starting to feel impossibly tight on him. He had to get them off.

He gently pressed a palm against her abdomen, coaxing her to lay back. Ayame obliged, leaning back until her back hit the soft mattress. Adaman’s mouth left her breast with an audible pop. He adjusted his body so that he was kneeling over her. He pushed the comforters to the side, exposing their bodies to the chilled air. 

One hand fondled her breast while the other reached for the hem of his cotton shorts, pulling them down. He let out a sigh. Though he was still confined by his undergarments, it was a relief to be free of those constricting shorts. He struggled to kick them off, squirming around like a Wurmple. Ayame found herself giggling at his unsuccessful attempts, prompting a blush to form at the man’s cheeks. Finally, he managed to free his legs from the damn garment, chucking them across the room, leaving the pair in only their fundoshis.

Ayame was quick to notice the strained bulge in Adaman’s undergarment. She could only imagine what he was hiding under that thick fabric. It filled her with a sense of wonder and excitement, but also with a slight nervousness. The realization that they were both just a single garment away from being fully nude finally dawned on her. For the first time, someone other than her parents would be seeing her naked body, and it kind of scared her. Would he find her beautiful?

Adaman’s own eyes gazed over Ayame’s lower half, covered by her red fundoshi. He didn’t miss the dark patch of wetness that stained the fabric, the sight causing him to lick his lips. He wanted nothing more than to rip that fabric off and see her in all her glory. This moment, this special, intimate moment, it was happening. He couldn’t be more excited to be able to share this experience with the woman he loved.

She shivered as his hand slowly slid down her breasts and her abdomen to the dip of her v-line. His fingers pressed ever so lightly against her clothed mound. Ayame’s breath hitched.

“Is this okay?” he asked, gazing into her eyes.

She offered him a slight nod and gasped when his fingers began to rub at that wet spot.

“You’re so wet for me, Ayame,” he murmured.

“D-Don’t s-say such things,” she whimpered, her hands coming up to shield her reddened face. The Diamond Clan Leader chuckled lowly. She was so cute, in a situation where she should be anything other than cute.

Her whimpers transformed into a loud mewl when Adaman’s dexterous digits pressed hard against her clothed arousal.

“Now, now,” he tutted. “None of that.” Using his free hand, he gently swatted her hands away. He pressed several kisses onto her freckled cheeks.

“I want to see that pretty face of yours.”

The poor woman’s face was flushed a deep red, her brown skin practically glowing. Her breathing was ragged, lips swollen and puffy from their kissing. Her eyelids drooped halfway over her agate yellow eyes, creating this look of intoxication, intoxicated from the pleasure she was receiving. His gaze lowered to her neck, which was littered with his lovebites. He counted five of them, the biggest one being at the junction of her neck and shoulders. Finally, his eyes met her breasts, her dusky brown nipples stiff and slick with his saliva. 

Adaman felt himself twitch at the sight. She looked absolutely debauched, and it was all because of him; he did this to her. He shivered with lust, the primal urge to just tear the remainder of their clothing off and just take her right then and there washed over him, but he restrained himself, not wanting to scare the poor woman off.

Ayame felt his gaze practically burning holes in her already heated skin. She wanted nothing more than to hide, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Her body was reacting in ways it had never previously done. All these touches, all these kisses. It felt good, so, so good, but so overwhelming. She wanted more, no, needed more of Adaman.

His hand moved up a bit towards the hem of her undergarments. His coffee brown eyes met her agate yellow ones.

“This is the last to go,” he informed. “Are you ready?”

The woman’s breathing staggered slightly, but she gave him the green light with another silent nod.

His fingers were at her sides, tugging at the strings that held her fundoshi together. The fibers seemed to unravel at a Shellos’ pace, as if time itself had slowed down. Ayame’s heart felt ready to burst from the confines of her ribcage as Adaman’s fingers hooked over the hem.

“Lift up your hips for me, Flower,” he whispered.

Ayame obeyed, planting her feet on the mattress to elevate her hip. The fabric was slowly slid off her hips and down her long, slender legs. In an instant, it was removed and promptly tossed to the side, leaving Ayame stark naked before him.

Adaman gently pried her legs apart and practically salivated. All the time he’d spent reading and studying Mai’s books couldn’t have prepared him enough for the sight in front of him. Her pubic area had a small patch of dark curls paired with a tiny cluster of freckles. Her lower lips were plump, with her clit just barely poking out from between them. Her entrance dripped with arousal and desire. This was much more than heavily descriptive words or graphically accurate illustrations; it was the real deal, and he was in love.

His whole body shuddered. He wanted so desperately to have his mouth on her, dragging his tongue over her folds, tasting her sweet nectar.

“Y-You’re staring…”

He snapped out of his daze, eyes flicking up to meet Ayame’s bashful expression. He gave her a guilty smile.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he whispered. “You’re just…so sexy.”

Her cheeks burned and she squirmed in place. Intrigued by her reaction, he decided to press a bit further.

“Look at you, so wet and needy for me. Won’t be long before you’re fully ready to take me. You don’t know how bad I want you right now, my precious diamond.”

“Adaman…” the young woman whined, her hips bucking slightly.

So, she has a thing for dirty talk as well. He smirked wickedly. Interesting…

A hand trailed like a string of Dazzling Honey down her thigh toward her center. Ayame shivered under his touch and her hips canted upward when his palm came in contact with her curls.

“So eager,” he mumbled.

“A-Adaman, please…” she whimpered. He felt his dick twitch again at the sound of her plea. Almighty Dialga, she was cute, whining and begging for him like that. He could have just given her what she wanted right then, but he decided to toy with her once more.

“Please what, my diamond?” he inquired. “What do you need?”

“I-I…need you…”

His fingers rubbed small, tight circles against her pubic bone, drawing out another needy whine from the woman.

“Need me to do what?”

Her face flushed. “Y-You know…”

The Diamond Clan leader bit back a chuckle. “Mmm…I’m afraid I don’t. You’ll have to tell me, my sweet.”

“Adaman!” Ayame groaned, tossing an arm over her eyes. “D-Don’t make me say it…I-It’s embarrassing…”

The man hummed, sliding his fingers down further, grazing over her plump lips. Ayame’s breath hitched and she tried to tilt her hips up to press his hand further into her, but the man withdrew, not allowing her the satisfaction.

“Mmm-mmm,” he shook his head in mock disapproval. “Use your words, Flower.”

“You’re so mean…” she whined and this time, he couldn’t contain his chuckle.

“No, I’m not being mean; I just need you to tell me what you want so I can make you feel good,” he explained, his voice laced with sincerity. “I want to make you feel good.”

Ayame gulped. She would have to toss her shyness aside if she wanted Adaman to give her what she so desperately craved. She felt if she were to wait even another second, she’d explode. Letting out a shuddering exhale, she relented.

“Please…” she begged. “Touch me. T-Touch me there…” 

She prayed to the heavens that her response would suffice, that she wouldn’t have to tell him exactly where to touch her. She would just die of embarrassment if that happened!

Fortunately for her, the Diamond Clan Leader decided to spare her from further humiliation. With a smile and a faint “thank you,” his fingers began to rub directly onto her in a vertical motion. Wetness immediately coated his fingertips and he licked his lips.

Ayame gasped loudly at the sudden feeling, a hand clutching the comforter below. His hand was now at her most intimate parts, somewhere no one has ever touched her before; a place where she rarely even touched herself. Despite it being his first time touching a woman in this matter, Adaman’s fingers rubbed in all the right places; his time studying diagrams of the female anatomy in his sister’s books was all starting to pay off. His skilled digits easily found her clit, gently stroking the tiny nub, forcing out more gasps and mewls from the young woman.

His mouth overtook hers in a passionate kiss, swallowing up her moans. He felt her free hand grip his occupied arm. His lips moved to her ear, capturing her lobe between his teeth. At that same moment, a lone finger slipped inside of her.

“Haaah~! Adaman~!” Ayame keened, her nails digging into his muscled flesh.

“That feel good, Flower?” he purred into her ear, gliding his finger in and out.

All she could do was offer a frenzied nod and he smirked. He worked his finger in her hole, a second one soon joining it, stretching her a bit more, all while his calloused thumb continued to massage her clit. His mouth found her neck once again, quick to add to the collection of lovebites spread out across it. Her hips began to move on their own accord, in time with his movements. She tried to bite her lip in an attempt to spare the sleeping Pokémon mere feet away from them, but a particularly pressured rub at her clit put a wrench in that plan. Her moans and cries, paired with the lewd schlicking noises sent shockwaves down to his ever-hardening member. The strain of his undergarments were getting too much to bear. His unoccupied hand slid down to his crotch, palming over his clothed erection, offering some relief. He bit back a moan, teeth clamping down on Ayame’s pulse point, prompting another pleasured gasp.

Oh how he loved those sounds. He wanted to hear more of them. He wanted to hear those sounds get louder. He pushed his aching feeling of arousal to the side and focused on his task at hand. His fingers stopped thrusting, and instead began rubbing along each of her walls. The kisses along Ayame’s neck slowed as his lips stayed attached to her pulse. Adaman’s eyebrows knit together in concentration. Puzzled, Ayame craned her neck as much as she could to get a glimpse of the man’s focused expression. He appeared to be looking for something. For what, Ayame had no clue.

Adaman’s search soon came to an end when his fingertips ghosted over that telltale patch of spongy, ridged tissue along her anterior wall. He remembered reading about that very spot; a key point to a person’s pleasure. He grinned triumphantly against her neck.

Found it.

His fingers curled upward in a “come hither” motion, deliciously rubbing against that spot. The result was immediate as searing pleasure shot up Ayame’s spine and she cried out in ecstasy.

“Ahhh~! T-There~!” 

Her head fell back onto her pillow, her legs involuntarily jerking shut around his hand. Unfazed, the Diamond Clan leader simply spread them back apart with his empty hand, pinning one thigh to the mattress with his palm. He focused on that spot, bending and flexing his index and middle fingers. His thumb never stopped its ministrations on her clit.

Ayame’s brain was beginning to short-circuit, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of raw pleasure she was experiencing. Never had she made herself feel like this before. She never wanted it to stop.

“M-More, Adaman…! I…need—ngh! Please…” she pleaded, pushing her hips further into his hand.

Well, who was he to deny his precious diamond?

He continued his actions, kissing his way down her body, stopping only to pay extra attention to her breasts, once again nibbling and sucking at the delicate flesh, before continuing his descent. He kissed over every inch of her abdomen, lips and tongue gliding over the faded scars, every dip and crevice, and even her bellybutton; no part of her skin went unkissed. Continuing downward, his lips planted several kisses along her pubic bone, her dark curls tickling his face. The action pulled Ayame from her pleasure-induced brain fog as she snapped her head down to see her boyfriend nearly at eye-level with her core. Her eyes widened.

“W-What are you d-doing?” she stammered.

The man withdrew his fingers from her, causing a whine to leave her throat. His two fingers were slick with her juices. In a split second, he brought them to his lips, slipping them into his mouth.

“Adaman!” Ayame cried, face burning. “D-Don’t do… that!”

He hummed. She tasted sweet with a slight tanginess, like a ripe Hopo Berry. He couldn’t suppress the lustful full-body shudder that coursed through his body. His brown eyes were filled with a newfound hunger, like a pack of hungry Luxray in search of a Stantler to feast upon.

He had to taste more of her.

“You taste s-sweet…” his voice was unsteady, like he was on the verge of losing all restraint.

His kisses continued downward until his head sat comfortably between her legs. Two fingers spread her open, allowing for better access. The strain of his fundoshi grew tighter than ever as he witnessed her dripping hole, weeping with need. His tongue swiped over his lips.

“A-Adaman..?”

He lifted his head to meet Ayame’s yellow eyes, which wore a look of uncertainty and hesitance. His gaze softened and he reached for her hand, tenderly rubbing circles on the back.

“Trust me, okay? You’ll like this; I’ll make you feel so good, promise,” he whispered. 

He scanned her face for any misgivings or objections. Ayame let out a quavering breath. She trusted him; she wouldn’t have let him get this far if she hadn’t. He had taken such good care of her thus far. This would be no different. She lightly squeezed his hand and nodded, giving him the go-ahead.

He kissed along her inner thighs, nibbling and sucking at the skin, planting light lovebites there as well. His hands caressed the supple skin of her inner legs. Her quiet whines spurred him to get on with it. His arms hooked around her knees, pulling her close to his face. His tongue peeked out from his lips and without any further delay, he dove right in. His tongue lapped at her folds, her wetness coating his taste buds, and Almighty Dialga did she taste divine! Although he wanted nothing more than to go hog-wild on her like a starving Alpha Pokémon, he took his time, savoring her. His tongue skated over every part of her, gathering more of her sweet nectar.

“Oooh! Adaman~!” the woman moaned out, hands immediately flying into his cobalt hair, digging into his scalp. White-hot pleasure surged through her body, feeling miles different from when his hand was down there just minutes prior. Her hips jerked from underneath him as he continued his onslaught. He hummed against her core, sending delectable vibrations to sweep over her sex. A loud squeal erupted from her throat as his lips sealed over her clit, sucking and swiping his tongue over the sensitive nub.

His eyes flicked up. Ayame’s yellow eyes were tightly shut, head tossing from side to side, back arched, and face contorted in euphoria. Her cheeks glowed Tamato Berry red and her small mouth hung agape as labored pants and cute moans escaped her lips. Her light black bangs clung to her face. It was a truly beautiful sight to behold.

“You taste absolutely amazing, Ayame,” he puffed. “Fuck…”

Teeth delicately grazed her clit, rewarding him with a shrill wail. The hands in Adaman’s hair yanked slightly more aggressively, forcing out lust-filled moans from the Diamond Clan Leader, which in turn, vibrated over her core. His grip on her thighs tensed and the strain on his groin was unbearable. He dropped a hand down and his fingers sharply yanked at the knots holding his fundoshi together. With the strength of a Machamp, he tore the fabric from his waist, hurling it somewhere in the room, his aching erection finally free from its cloth prison.

His hand immediately began stroking himself, breathing a relieved sigh. He continued devouring her, his hand movements moving in time with the swipes of his tongue. His tongue twisted inside her hole, offering him even more of her sweet juices.

“Oh, Arceus! A-Adaman~!”

The hand on her thigh pushed her leg a smidge, allowing for his hand to squeeze through. He dragged his tongue along her slit one last time, tasting as much as he possibly could, before his lips returned to their spot on her small bundle of nerves. Two fingers rubbed along her inner lips before once again slipping inside her. He angled his fingers just right so that they hit that special spot with every thrust.

Ayame’s senses were beginning to overload. His lips, his fingers, his tongue, it was all starting to get too much for her. An unfamiliar heat began to boil at her very center. It was as if she were the volcano on Firespit Island and she was mere moments from eruption.

And Adaman could feel it, too. Her walls began to tighten around his fingers, fluttering and throbbing. The writhing of her hips increased, so much so that he reluctantly moved his hand from his cock to pin her hips down in order to keep up. He knew what was coming.

“A-Adaman~! S-Something’s—haahh! Something’s c-coming…!” she cried out desperately.

Adaman snickered, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His voice was soft and low like silk.

“That would be you, my diamond. Don’t worry, you can let go. I’ve got you, I promise.”

His mouth returned to her arousal, pressing a kiss to her vulva. His eyes burned into hers as his voice morphed into his authoritative, “Diamond Clan Leader” tone, all to utter one single phrase: 

“Cum for me, Ayame.”

His assault resumed with fervent eagerness. His hand plunged in and out at a blistering speed while his tongue lapped and swirled over her bundle of nerves. She was almost there, nearly at the edge when teeth gently scraped across her nub, and she came undone.

Her back arched high off the mattress as she climaxed, shrieking his name mixed with drawn out, high-pitched cries, tingling pleasure spreading from her head to the tips of her toes, but most intensely at her center. Her legs cinched around his head, locking him in place. Her juices gushed out, coating his hand and tongue, and he greedily slurped it all up as if he hadn’t had a drink in days. Her eyes rolled back and her body shook, white spots dancing across her vision. She felt as if she were flying off of Mount Coronet’s peak, free-falling down to the earth below. True to his word, Adaman held onto her, reaching up to interlock their fingers. Never once did his eyes leave her. He was in awe at the sight. She was truly a vision of beauty and sexiness.

His pace slowed as he helped her ride out her orgasm. It wasn’t long before she came down from her high, head falling back against her pillow. Her breathing was fast and heavy. She cracked her eyes open as Adaman withdrew his fingers from her, licking the excess from them as well as on his slick-coated lips. Their gazes met and he offered her a warm smile, leaning up to capture her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

Ayame could taste herself on his lips. She thought she would find it revolting, but she didn’t mind it too much. It wasn’t a bad taste by any means.

Adaman broke from the kiss. “How was that? Did you like it?”

Her face reddened, turning her head to the side to avert her gaze. She bashfully nodded and Adaman chuckled. There she was, back to her adorable, shy self.

He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I’m glad you did.”

Ayame felt his erection poking against her upper thigh. Adaman was probably desperate for a little relief as well. It wouldn’t be fair to him if she was having all the fun.

“D-Do you want me to return the favor?” Ayame asked when they broke for air. “I-I’ve never done anything like that before, s-so I’m probably not gonna do it well, but I, um…” She stumbled over her words.

Adaman pecked her cheek. “As much as I would love that, I want tonight to be about you; don’t worry about me.”

“B-But, it’s the least I can do for you after you made me feel so…incredible,” she argued.

“You’ve already done so much for me today, Flower. Let me take care of you,” he whispered.

“Y-You said you wanted to feel good alongside me, right?” Her voice grew slightly more assertive. “So let me. Let me make you feel good too, even if I’m not experienced.”

She threw him a pleading look, her voice returning to its softer tone. “Please?”

He couldn’t deny her, especially when she gave him that pouty look. He gave her a chaste kiss.

“If you insist, my diamond.”

He laid back, propping himself up onto his forearms as Ayame pulled herself into a kneeling position. Her eyes casted downward, finally getting a glimpse of what he was working with.

His length stood at attention. Beads of pre-cum dribbled from his slit, trickling down the bulbous, reddened head. Ayame didn’t know what was considered “average size” for a man, but Adaman looked big to her. It was long and stocky in terms of girth. His veins were practically pulsating. A few centimeters above, a tuft of cobalt hair covered his pubic bone, matching the hair on his head.

Ayame practically drooled. Her thighs rubbed together, feeling that familiar heat of arousal returning. A new hunger was beginning to overtake her.

“Look who’s staring now,” the man teased as Ayame’s face flushed with embarrassment.

“I-I’m just surprised is all…” she muttered, biting her lip. “It’s…big. N-Not that I’ve seen bigger…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he snickered.

Ayame’s hand reached out for his twitching length, but hesitated. Now that she was in this position, she really wasn’t sure what to do. She knew she wanted to please him, just as he had done to her, but she didn’t know how. She didn’t even know how to start.

“It’s okay, it’s not gonna bite you,” Adaman crooned.

“I…I…um…” she stuttered embarrassedly. “I…don’t know what to do…” She looked up expectantly at him for assistance.

Adaman simply grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand down to the base of his cock. On impulse, her hand wrapped itself around his shaft. He was hard in her hand and his skin was soft. He had to suppress the shiver that wracked his body.

“N-Now, just move it up and down,” he instructed.

With a shaky exhale, Ayame nodded. Her hand slowly began pumping up and down his length. Adaman’s breath hitched in his throat. Her hand was soft and warm compared to his rough and calloused ones. It brought a whole new feeling to it.

“L-Like this..?” she whispered, unsure.

A throaty moan slipped from his lips. “Just like that, Flower. You’re doing great...”

Ayame blushed at his praise. It gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling inside knowing that she was pleasing him right, despite having zero prior experience.

Her hand movements continued, languidly stroking him. Adaman was reduced to a heaving, moaning mess. Her movements were a tad irregular, as to be expected, but by Dialga, they felt good. He muttered a string of profanities under his breath and his cheeks crimsoned. More beads of arousal leaked from his tip, streaming down the sides of his length and onto Ayame’s hand, offering some lubricant.

“D-Don’t be afraid to go faster,” he murmured.

“A-Are you sure?”

“Positive. P-Please…”

With a bit of a confidence boost, Ayame’s movements picked up speed. Adaman hissed through his teeth as the pleasure surged through him. His hips began to lurch upward, meeting her strokes. Every moan and restrained swear sent sparks of pleasure down to her core. She could hardly believe the sight. The mighty, well-respected Diamond Clan Leader was slowly losing control before her very eyes, because of her. She was pleasuring him.

“Fuck…” he gasped, his voice returning to its low, husky tone. His jaw went slack, his teeth digging into his lower lip. She eyed his weeping, slick cock, hunger evident in her yellow eyes. She wondered what it would taste like, what he would taste like. Could she even taste him like he had done her? Only one way to find out.

Ayame’s hand movements slowed as she leaned over him, her face mere inches from his groin. He glanced down to see her hovering over his dick and he trembled with need.

“Is it okay if I…taste you?” she whispered, rubbing his head with her thumb.

“Gods, y-yes,” he purred. “Please…”

With his seal of approval, Ayame’s tongue stuck out from her lips. She craned her neck down and gingerly lapped up his slit. He tasted slightly salty, but there was a trace of sweetness hidden somewhere. She hummed, tongue gently skating over his tip, collecting more of his essence. Her tongue began sliding down his length, greedily gathering the excess that had oozed from his tip.

Adaman shuddered, head falling back, and breathing growing heavier. Her tongue felt absolutely heavenly on him.

“So good, Flower…” he sighed. “So good…”

Adaman’s receptiveness toward her actions spurred her on. With her uncertainty melting away, she slowly dragged her tongue from base to tip. She pressed her lips against his crown before slowly taking him into her mouth. Coffee-brown eyes widened.

“Fuck! Ayame~!” he hissed. Her mouth was wet and warm, a dangerous combination. His hand found its way into her light black tresses, gently caressing her hair as she worked her mouth on his cock.

Ayame couldn’t stop the moan that left her throat. He was hot and thick, just barely able to fit in her mouth. Her hips swayed as more wetness pooled between her legs. Her head sank further, taking more of him inside, stopping when she felt her throat beginning to contract. Her hand enclosed around the remaining few inches and she established a moderate rhythm, pumping her hand and bobbing her head. Saliva dribbled from her mouth, running down the sides of his length. The hand on her hair tightened, sending vibrations to Adaman’s dick when Ayame groaned.

Her yellow eyes flicked up, meeting Adaman’s. His face was flushed and his bottom lip was between his teeth. His pretty coffee-brown eyes were darkened with hunger and desire as he watched her. Her cheeks darkened.

Fuck.

That look she gave him caused that all-too-familiar heat to bubble at his core. She looked impossibly cute, incredibly sexy with her mouth on him like this. Warmth spread throughout his body as he felt her pace increase. He hissed out her name in broken syllables, eyes struggling to stay open, further slipping into the depths of pleasure. Suddenly, his eyes flung open wide when he felt her soft palm cupping his balls, fondling the sensitive mounds.

“Shiiiit~!” he groaned loudly. He wasn’t normally this loud when…tending to himself back at the Diamond Settlement; couldn’t have his fellow clanspeople hearing their great leader getting his rocks off in his tent. But here? He could be as loud as he wanted; they both could. Ayame had no human neighbors, so they posed no risk of getting caught mid-coitus. 

Harsh pants frequently left his throat as she tugged at his gonads. Miraculously, she was able to keep up her rhythm with her mouth and other hand. Her core throbbed and her legs mashed together to provide some friction. Adaman could feel himself drawing closer and closer toward the edge. As much as he wanted to just give into the pleasure, he wanted to reach that peak alongside the one he loved.

A sharp tug on his balls caused a choked cry to slip from his lips.

“F-Fuck, Ayame! S-Stop!” He firmly yanked her head back, causing his cock to slip out her mouth. Dribble clung to Ayame’s lips as she panted. Worry overtook the woman as she stared at his heaving form.

“I-I’m sorry. D-Did I do something wrong?” she whimpered, feeling small. “I-I’m so sorry, Ada—”

He interrupted her rambling with a gentle shush. He sat up and tenderly cradled her face in his hands, eyes softening. He brought their lips together, tasting each other’s essence. When they broke apart, he stared into her agate yellow eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, my sweet.” he breathed, thumb rubbing circles over her lip. “F-Far from it.” 

Scarlet dusted over his sun kissed cheeks. “I-It’s just that I…uh…don’t wanna finish so soon, you know?”

When she realized what he was insinuating, Ayame’s cheeks also grew red.

“O-Oh…”

Did she really have that much of an effect on him?

Before she could dwell on it further, his lips were on hers again in a searing kiss. He gently lowered her to the mattress below, her head hitting the fluffy pillows. He kneeled before her, parting her legs to reveal her sopping wet cunt again, throbbing and dripping with need. She seemed even wetter than before. Their lips parted and their eyes met. Time seemed to stop in the area surrounding them. Their eyes were fixated on the other’s, staring intensely, full of love, passion, and intimacy. The pattering sound of the rain against the tent, the low grumbles of thunder, the soft crackling of the fire grew, all of it grew muffled. The only sound to be heard were their hearts, beating together as one, practically bursting at their seams. It was as if the couple were in their own little bubble, their own little world.

“Are you ready for me, Ayame?” he murmured, hands caressing her thighs, causing her to shiver.

This was it. This special moment was about to begin. She was about to give herself up to the man she loved.

She nodded slowly, but Adaman was unsatisfied.

“Say it,” he almost demanded, unconvinced, gaze boring into her yellow orbs. “I need you to say it. Please.”

Her breath was shaky and uneven.

“I-I’m ready for you, Adaman,” she whispered. “P-Please…make me yours…”

“Ayame…” 

He seized her lips in another burning kiss. He reached down, grabbing ahold of his member and aligned it with her entrance. He rubbed it along her slit, gathering up her juices. Ayame’s body stiffened as his head bumped against her hole.

Adaman frowned at her sudden tenseness. “You’ve got to relax, my diamond, otherwise this won’t work. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“S-Sorry…”

“Shhh, no need to apologize.” He reached for her hand, interlocking their fingers. “Just relax, it’s okay. Deep breaths, deep breaths.”

She obeyed, breath struggling in her throat as she inhaled then exhaled. The tension in her body lessened up a bit. She felt his tip prodding at her entrance.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, just tell me and I will, okay?” he promised.

Ayame nodded.

“I’m going inside now…”

“O-Okay…”

She mentally prepared herself for the penetration. Having had “the talk” with her mother and father way back in her early teens, she knew what to expect when being penetrated for the first time; a little discomfort was to be envisioned. But it still frightened her at the possibility of feeling any sort of pain during the act. She squeezed Adaman’s hand for comfort.

He squeezed back, bringing her hand up to kiss.

And with that, the Diamond Clan Leader slowly pushed himself inside her. Ayame winced at the sudden intrusion of his tip. Her legs trembled.

Adaman grunted as he was met with her tight, wet heat. Her walls immediately clamped down on his member. He pushed himself further inside, stopping and starting to allow her walls to adjust as they gave way to accommodate him. Ayame gasped as he sank deeper inside her, eyes screwing shut. Her hand squeezed his tighter, whimpers escaping past her lips. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but that didn’t make the stretch any less uncomfortable.

“Relax, r-relax,” he cooed, rubbing circles on the back of her hand. “You’re doing so good for me, Flower. J-Just a little more.”

He continued sheathing himself inside and his lips found hers to distract her from the initial discomfort. His hips soon met hers, buried at the hilt. He bit his lip, heaving as her walls squeezed him. He had to ward off that feral urge to immediately pound away at her, gripping her leg with his other hand.

“T-There we go,” he panted. “I-It’s fully in.”

Finally, they were one.

“A-Are you hurting?”

She cracked open an eye, meeting his worry-filled expression.

“I-It’s okay,” she assured him. “I-It doesn’t hurt, it’s j-just a tad uncomfortable being s-stretched like this…”

“Y-You’ll adjust to it soon. It’ll feel really good.”

Adaman remained still, allowing Ayame time to adjust to him. He busied himself by planting feather-light kisses along her neck. She felt full; he filled her up in a way that his fingers could not. He felt hot inside her, hot and hard. Finally, they were one.

After a minute, Ayame wiggled her hips against his. “Y-You can move now.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, a bit unsure.

She nodded. “I-I’ll be okay, I think. J-Just start slowly.”

With a kiss to her temple and a comforting squeeze to her hand, he gradually drew his hips back, until only the tip remained inside, before flooding back in. Quiet gasps escape the two as Adaman established a slow, gentle rhythm. The Diamond Clan Leader could feel his restraint slowly slipping away as his cock was massaged by Ayame’s slick, velvety heat. The way her tight walls constricted his cock felt sublime. He chewed on his bottom lip, eyes on the verge of shutting.

The initial pain of being entered gradually ebbed away, morphing into a dull, yet pleasurable ache. Adaman’s slow pace, while it felt good, was not enough to satisfy her growing, aching desire. She craved for more. Ayame whined, pushing her hips upward to meet Adaman’s languid thrusts.

“A-Adaman,” she whimpered. “Please…M-More…”

“What is it? Tell me what you need?” he puffed, eyes boring into hers.

Her flushed cheeks grew scarlet, nibbling at her lip. She knew Adaman wouldn’t budge if she didn’t outright say what she wanted. With a voice just barely above a whisper, she uttered:

“Faster…”

Adaman was almost too happy to oblige. His hand slipped from her grasp to join its partner at her other thigh. Curling his arms around the backs of her knees, he pulled her closer, hooking her legs around his waist, driving himself deeper in the process. Instinctively, Ayame’s ankles crossed behind him, locking her legs in place. With her legs secured, the man leaned forward, planting his palms on the mattress on both sides of the woman’s head. Their foreheads pressed against each other, their lips barely touching. Ayame’s arms draped over his shoulders and with a snap of his hips, Adaman’s pace picked up to a moderately faster speed; not too fast but not slow either; it was just right.

The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin and the downright vulgar squelching sounds being emitted from their lower halves, paired with their lustful moans and destitute chants of the other’s name filled the room. Any ounce of shyness Ayame had left completely dissolved; she was too far gone in her pleasure at that point to feel any sort of embarrassment. Her vocalizations were near constant, high-pitched and unabashed. 

Adaman was astonished at how Ayame, who normally possessed a quiet, reserved disposition, had transformed into the noisy, wanton woman that writhed with need underneath him. It filled him with a sense of pride. He was the cause of her pleasure; he was the first to make her feel this way.

And he would be the only one.

“Dear Dialga, you’re so tight, Ayame,” he hissed out against her lips. “You feel so fucking good around me. So tight and hot…”

He caught the way her walls clenched around him at the salacious statement. It spurred him to continue.

“Your tight little pussy is gripping my cock so good, Flower; you’re taking me so well. You like me taking you like this, don’t you? You like my cock all nice and deep in your pussy? I know I do. You feel amazing, my precious diamond...”

“Adaman…!” she whined, squirming about, fueling his arousal even further.

And her noises. God, he would never get tired of hearing his name fall from her lips.

He angled his hips slightly so that his length brushed up against her g-spot, earning him a squeal.

“Ahhh, Adamaaaan~!”

He proceeded to roll his hips into hers, aiming at that very specific spot with every thrust, setting her nerves ablaze. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved in time with his. His lips claimed hers in a scorching kiss, oozing with passion, their moans devoured by the other’s mouth. He lowered himself onto his forearms, encasing his body with hers. Their chests, glistening with sweat, were flushed against each other. Her arms slid down his shoulders, nails digging into the scarred skin of his back, creating crescent-shaped grooves in their wake. Adaman could feel that familiar heat beginning to boil from within him. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and by the way his beloved’s walls started to contract around him, she wasn’t too far off either.

The knot in Ayame’s belly began to tighten once more. That sensation she had felt minutes before was returning, spiking much faster and seemingly stronger than before. Sweet release was just around the corner.

“A-Ayame…fuck…I’m s-so close…” he grunted when their lips parted.

“Adaman, I—haaah! I-I’m—nghhh! I-I’m a-almost there~!” she wailed. Her legs squeezed his waist

The ramming of his hips escalated, pounding into her with an increased moxie, chasing after both of their climaxes. Adaman’s cobalt-streaked hair cascaded in his line of sight, creating a curtain around his face. His cheeks were flushed with exertion, his eyebrows furrowed together. He straightened his arms a little for better leverage, still managing to keep their chests in close contact. His hands gripped the mattress below, the stirring in his gut sailing faster and faster. 

No, he couldn’t. Not yet. He wanted to bring her over the edge first.

A hand dropped down to where they were joined. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed over her oversensitive clit, creating delectable friction, and Ayame’s body writhed against him, a strangled sob slipping past her. Her silken walls clamped down impossibly tight on him like a Scizor’s pincers. Her nails raked down his back, and he groaned at the sweet, stinging pain.

“I-I love you, Ayame!” he gasped brokenly, his thrusts growing frenzied, all sense of control lost. “I l-love you so much!”

“Adaman~! I l-love you… I-I love you~!” she babbled.

She hugged his body like her life depended on it, nails practically clawing at his skin. The rising, bubbling pressure in her core soared through her body. Her body was going numb, her senses overwhelmed by the rush of molten-hot rapture. Her body could no longer keep up with his frenetic thrusts, leaving her with no choice but to just lay there and take what he was giving her. A delirious litany of “Adaman” fell from her lips in a garbled mess of jumbled, sporadic syllables and keening mewls, but Adaman heard them clear as day.

“Cum with me, my precious diamond. Cum with me!”

And she did.

With a harsh slam of his hips and an equally intense rub to her sensitive bundle of nerves, fireworks went off behind Ayame’s eyes as her second orgasm crashed down on her hard. Her body convulsed violently from under him, hips and back arched off the mattress as her arms squeezed him with all her might. She screamed his name, voice running hoarse. The sight and sound of her, paired with the intense fluttering and constriction of her walls was enough to send him tumbling into bliss right behind her. With one last powerful thrust, he retracted his cock from her cunt and spilled his seed onto her stomach, a wild cry of her name tearing itself from his throat.

He collapsed in a heap beside her, half of his body flopped against hers. The room filled with their heavy, exhausted pants as their bodies slowly calmed down from their intense high. Lips gently pecked her shoulder, hands lazily caressed his back. Neither one moved, basking in the glow of their post-orgasmic haze.

Bliss. The only word to describe their feelings. Bliss. The pair felt warm inside, not due to their bodies flushed against each other or the sedating arousal in the pits of their stomach, but something different.

Five minutes had passed before Ayame felt Adaman’s body leaving hers as he pushed himself up, giving her a chaste kiss before standing, exposing her to the cool air. Ayame wanted to ask what he was doing, but her brain could not form words. So, she was left to admire the back side of his body, normally obscured by his haori and baggy clothing.

Scars stretched across his robust back, including a fading patch of burned skin. His back was just as well-built and sturdy looking as his front. Ayame caught the grooves and scratch marks that ran down his shoulder blades, undoubtedly caused by her nails. Guilt washed over her. She hoped she hadn’t hurt him.

Her eyes wandered down further to his backside, firm and toned, just like the rest of him. Scarlet dusted her cheeks as she watched it sway as he walked. She wondered if it felt just like the rest of his muscles did. She wasn’t too disappointed when he retrieved his discarded jinbei shorts and slipped them on; his backside looked even better in them.

She sighed, turning her head up to stare at the purple ceiling. Her sense of clarity was beginning to return, and with it came a realization. Something that had slipped her mind during their intense display of passion and intimacy. A thought that, up until that moment of pure ecstasy, had never crossed her mind. And at that moment, it finally dawned on her.

Adaman had said, “I love you” to her. For the very first time. Not once, but twice. And she had said it back. Twice.

The phrase was nearly foreign to her, having not said nor heard it in nearly four years, last uttered to her by her adoring mother Sumire, a few hours before succumbing to her broken heart. Throughout the entirety of their ten-month courtship, Adaman had shown the woman various displays of his affection for her, which included the traditional Diamond Clan courting rituals of gifting flowers, reciting poetry, cooking homemade Diamond Clan cuisine, and making homemade jewelry. Though he also went out of his way to express his feelings for her that were outside of his clan’s sanctioned courting norms, like accompanying her on her forage walks, having a picnic by the river in the plains, and cooking with her. And yet, this was the first time she had ever heard him affirm that three word phrase.

Did he really feel that way? Or was it just blurted out in the heat of the moment?

Her thought left her mind as Adaman came into her line of sight once more, kneeling in front of her. In his hands, a wet white rag and a wooden cup. She forced herself into a sitting position, lightly shuddering at the feeling of his sticky fluids on her belly. He offered her the cup.

“Here, drink up,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. She graciously accepted the cup, bringing it to her lips. The water instantly soothed her parched throat.

Using the rag, Adaman began gently cleaning up her abdomen of his fluids, making sure to mop up every last drop. For every spot that was clear of his cum, he pressed a feather-light kiss. Ayame watched, her heart swooning. Once he had finished, their eyes met.

“Hey,” he murmured.

“Hi,” she whispered back.

A hand snaked up to cradle her head. His thumb rubbed circled on her hickey-littered neck. A blush crept onto his face when he realized just how many were present on her neck.

“I…uhh…think I got a bit carried away with the love marks,” he said sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

“I-It’s okay,” Ayame whispered. “I kinda scratched your back a bit. Sorry…”

“I guess we both did our fair share of marking tonight, huh?”

The pair laughed quietly. Adaman folded the rag, bringing it up to her neck, pressing it against the angry red marks. “Some heat should help a bit.”

Ayame sighed at the warmth, her eyes absentmindedly fluttering close. Her heart felt ready to burst at the seams. He really knew how to take care of her. He cared for her in a way she had never experienced before, in more ways than one. And she, deep down, felt the exact way about him. There was no doubt in her mind.

She loved him.

She brought the half-full cup to his lips. “You need to drink too.”

He chuckled, but allowed himself to drink, the water quenching his thirst. “Thank you.”

He set the cup and the rag to the side and joined her in bed once again, pulling the comforter over their bodies. He laid on his back with an arm draped around her body, holding her close. Ayame snuggled close to him, her chest partially against his, a hand resting on his chest and her head nestled in the crook of his neck.

They laid there in silence, the sound of the crackling fire and the softening patter of rain filling their ears again. Adaman’s free hand played with her hair, twirling a lock of light black hair around his finger. His coffee brown eyes gazed lovingly at the woman. He could hardly believe that nearly a year ago, he had been saved by the very woman that laid before him. The shy, reserved, mysterious woman, who belonged to neither the Diamond or Pearl Clan or Jubilife Village, by the grace of Almighty Dialga, rescued him, sparing him from a fiery demise, and nursed him back to health in that very tent. And now, they laid there together after sharing the most intimate moment a couple could ever experience together.

He loved her.

“Ayame?” he called, his voice low.

Ayame’s agate yellow eyes peeked at him through her long lashes. She hummed in question.

“I love you.”

The corners of her lips twitch upward slightly in a tired, yet happy smile.

“You mean it?” she whispered.

“I do. I wouldn’t even be here with you now if it wasn’t for you. I owe you my life, Ayame. And I will spend the rest of the time Almighty Dialga has bestowed upon me trying to repay you.” His words were genuine, pouring his heart out to the woman he loved. Ayame’s heart fluttered.

“Oh, Adaman…”

Their lips met, pouring every ounce of love, passion, and adoration into a slow, saccharine kiss. A few droplets of tears welled up in the corner of Ayame’s eyes. She will be forever grateful she decided to take her forage walk later on that special day. That decision shaped her entire life, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you too, Adaman,” she replied, voice quavering.

Gentle hands wiped away her tears and quiet coos soothed her. His arms encased her in a hug and she melted in them. The night sounds and soft white noises of the room soon whisked them both off to the depths of dreamland, their thoughts filled with warmth and happiness. Adaman could only think as he slipped into unconsciousness: thank Dialga he didn’t listen to Irida.