Capítulo 50: Oricorio; Chance Encounter
Rubbing my aching jaw, I glared at Cynthia as she pulled up her pants again, smirking at me.
This was the third time she had pulled me to the side to get her off, and at first I was happy to gulp down her semen, even enjoying when she painted my face slightly with the remaining rope.
However, now it had become slightly annoying, as her boundless lust had stopped our journey to Melemele Meadow by a good half hour.
"Cynthia..."
She just shrugged, still smirking as she said "Sorry, but I can't really help it..."
Rolling my eyes, I glared at her again, resuming our walk on Route 2 towards the Meadow.
The tall grass around us was alive with Pokemon, the purplish Meowth scurrying around while Growlithe yipped eagerly at one another.
I had already caught a Cutiefly, the small yellow furry Pokemon happily nuzzling against my shoulder before eagerly transferring into the Pokeball.
The Native Pokemon of Route 2 weren't incredibly special; obviously their were stronger Pokemon here, mainly being the Growlithe and Abra's that wandered around, as compared to the brown Rattata's that rushed around.
I wasn't too intrigued by regional variants, at least not of Meowth or Rattata... never really liked them; Persian's were too haughty for such a basic Pokemon, and Raticate's were... well, I just didn't like them.
However, I was enjoying the gorgeous scenery as we walked; the grass was lush and verdant, the trees were tall and healthy, and the ocean lapped at the steep cliffs of the island, creating a gentle background noise for us as we walked.
We had encountered a few people, all of whom had just waved at us with a smile, saying "Alola~!"
There had been this one woman, wearing just some shells to cover her voluptuous breasts, and a skirt made from long leaves.
Both Cynthia and I had stared at her in shock, and slight arousal, wondering what made her want to wear something like that, before remembering that this was a completely different culture from ours.
Of course, that had been the first time Cynthia pulled me aside, spraying her semen into my stomach to relieve her lust.
Cresting a small hill, I gasped as we were greeted with the sight of rolling yellow flowers of all kinds, a sweet smell wafting in the air.
"It's..."
Covering my mouth, I stared down at the large meadow, taking in the sight.
It was breathtaking, all these flowers growing on a small hill that overlooked a nice swathe of golden sand below us.
Smiling, I was about to step forwards when Cynthia took my hand, a gentle smile on her lips as she said "Well, what better place than here, hmm?"
Getting on a knee, I let out another gasp as I watched Cynthia take out a small red box.
Lifting the lid, she revealed a beautiful golden ring, a large emerald nestled on the top.
Slipping it onto my left ring finger, Cynthia grinned at me as she got up, catching me as I launched myself into her arms.
"Cynthia~ Y-You didn't have to do this~!"
She laughed, hugging me close as she said "Well, just seeing this made it worth it, my love~!"
I giggled as I leaned my head against her chest, ignoring her hands that dropped to my ass.
Looking up, I met her lips as she lowered her head, giving her a deep kiss.
Once I felt like she was about to go too far, I separated from her, still grinning as I stared at the ring on my finger.
"I can't believe it..."
She nodded, gulping slightly as she took a shaky breath.
"To think that one day you'd propose to me with a ring... Cyn, this was my dream for many, many years..."
Biting her lip, Cynthia stared at me with slight worry, hesitantly asking "W-Well, was it still one of your dreams, at least?"
I chuckled, nodding, as I gave her another quick kiss.
"It was, but we already 'proposed' to one another Cynthia... there was no need to spend money on a ring..."
"Then think of it as a mark, to ward some people away from you."
Laughing, I held up my left hand, staring at it some more, enjoying the way the emerald glittered in the afternoon sun.
"Who knows~"
Dodging her hands, I laughed as I started running down the hill, avoiding Cynthia's grasp as we entered the yellow fields.
"Milan~! Haha~ What're you, a kid?!"
Hearing her laughing behind me, I giggled again, slowing down as I took in the sea of yellow petals around me.
"Did you know that a yellow flower is a symbol of joy?"
"Is it?"
Cynthia walked beside me, taking my right hand in her left as we started walking around, taking in the flowers.
"Mhm~! Flowers have many, many meanings..."
Looking around, I found the one I had hoped was here, leading Cynthia towards it.
"See this one, that looks like a sun? That's a Dahlia, and one the most popular meanings behind it is the bond shared between two people, forever..."
Cynthia stared at me, swallowing as she saw me smiling at her.
Taking her other hand, I gently tilted my head back, waiting for her to lean down.
Pulling her into a kiss, I gave her a few pecks before pulling away, still smiling.
"We'll be together, forever, right Cynthia?"
"Forever..."
She nodded, staring over at the Dahlia for a few seconds, before smirking.
"Do any of these flowers have the meaning of 'I want to have a dozen children with you'?"
I rolled my eyes, pursing my lips as I said "You ruined the moment."
Chuckling, she kissed me again, saying "Well, I told you before I was never one for the intricacies of a relationship; I'll always be very forward in what I want or expect..."
Sighing, I stared at her serious face, realizing her golden eyes matched perfectly with the Dahlia.
"Well, that's true... maybe that's why I'm so drawn to those intricacies; to even us out..."
She chuckled again, before releasing my hands.
"We're looking for the Oricorio right? Should be a yellow bird with pom-pom's?"
Seeing that she was going to all business, I nodded, looking around the meadow.
"Yes, and they should be-"
As I was speaking a short yellow bird hopped out onto the path, it's wings ending in a golden fluffy ball that resembled the pom-pom's cheerleaders used.
It looked over at us, tilting it's head curiously before...
Crouching down, I smiled at the Oricorio, placing a Pokeball on the ground in front of me.
"Hey there. Y'know, I find Oricorio very fascinating, especially how you react to flowers and nectars."
It nodded at me, hopping slightly closer.
"I like flowers to; in fact, I have an entire farm in a different region, and I want to grow more flowers, I just sadly haven't had the chance yet. Do you want to come along? I can promise you a good field of flowers, just maybe not this grand!"
I chuckled a little, and the Oricorio brought a pom to its tiny beak, considering my request.
"Ori! Cori! O! O!"
Dancing around, it jumped over to the Pokeball, using its talons to press the center.
Watching as it was surrounded by the familiar red energy of the Pokeball, I grinned to myself, happy with another successful capture.
"How do you do it?"
I glanced back up at Cynthia, who was staring at me in wonder.
"What? Talk them into coming with me? I'd guess it's a mix of being half ditto and genuinely wanting to be with them."
She shook her head, smiling at me in defeat.
"If I tried that, the damn thing would use Peck on me!"
I laughed, getting up.
"Well that's cause you're so serious and brooding all the time! Smile a little more! Otherwise you'll remain a scary woman!"
Cynthia shook her head again, before gesturing to the rest of the meadow.
"Shall we?"
I nodded, taking her hand again as we stared exploring the rest of the meadow.
I caught a Cottonee and Petilil, finding them both to be utterly adorable.
The rest of the day was spent in relative peace, Cynthia enjoying herself as we both laughed and took in the beautiful scenery.
However, she eventually reached her limit, pulling me towards a small cave near the meadow.
Entering, she was plastered onto me, her lips pressed against my own as she forced her tongue around mine, her hands slipping under my dress as she groped my ass.
As we made out in the cave, we heard a familiar noise, making us stop.
"Ah~ Y-Yes, right there~! Fuck it's so good~!"
Peering deeper into the dark cave, we saw a blonde woman leaning against a rock, her arms moving rapidly as she made a mess of her drenched pussy.
One hand groped her modest breasts, pinching and rolling the puffy nipple, while the other churned her plump pussy lips.
All three of us froze, staring at one another, before the woman's pale green eyes went wide with both fright and arousal.
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