Ash started to turn her over but stopped, realizing her face would be pressed into the ground.
Misty felt a moment of relief, thinking he had changed his mind. But she was wrong. She watched as he brought out a bed and laid it on the grass.
"Don't worry," he said with a gentle smile as he lifted her. "This time the ground won't hurt you."
Misty was confused by his sudden concern. Why was he acting like he cared now?
The rough ground was nothing. The real pain was him raping her, him taking her virginity, him destroying any feeling of safety.
Her thoughts spiraled into self-blame. Why did I leave home? Why was I fishing here alone? She started questioning if this was really her fault, she thought as her eyes filled with tears again.
After placing her on the bed, he began adjusting the ropes to secure her in a new position.
Misty was positioned on her stomach in a doggy-style pose, knees bent sharply with legs folded beneath her.
Her ankles were bound tightly to her wrists behind her back, the rope pulling her limbs together and forcing her hips to arch upward, lifting her butt high off the bed.
With her face pressed into the bed and legs spread wide apart, she was left completely exposed and immobilized once again.
"I know it seems strange that I'm still tying you up," Ash said as he finished adjusting the ropes.
He noticed she was still very sad, with tears falling from her eyes. Although he didn't know the reason, he still tried to comfort her as best he could.
"But there's a reason. After five times, it will all be your decision. I'll remove the ropes then. I just needed to adjust your position so you'll have the best experience."
Misty was confused as she noticed how he positioned her gently and spoke softly while tying her up again.
She still tried to struggle, but it was pointless. For some reason, she just couldn't find any strength in her body.
Why is he being nice again? The question filled her with confusion and fear. If he wants to rape me, why not just do it? Why does he have to say all these things? Why this cruel act of caring?
Tears streamed from her eyes as the questions raced through her mind. Was he really telling the truth? Would he actually let me go after five times?
As Misty was lost in her thoughts, Ash's gaze was fixed on her anus.
The small, tight opening seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The delicate anal hole trembled with each of her rapid heartbeats.
It slowly opened and closed with her shaky breaths.
The skin of her butt was a soft, pale white. In the very center, the small ring of muscle was slightly pink.
It was positioned close to her other entrance, which was still wet and slightly stretched from their recent act. A mix of their fluids glistened there.
Ash admired the view. Her anus was much smaller and tighter than any he had seen before. The pale, untouched skin was a stark contrast to her tanned body.
The sight alone was enough to make him hard.
Your anus is so small and cute, Misty," he murmured, his voice soft. "I'm going in now."
Misty, who had already accepted her fate, was ready, but she didn't expect what "going in" meant.
With that, he pressed his face against her, spreading her butt cheeks apart and burying his face between her soft cheeks
A wave of pure shame and disgust washed over her. No... you can't... Not there... her mind screamed. Being penetrated was one thing, but this felt even more degrading and perverted. The thought of him putting his mouth there was unimaginable.
As Ash pressed his face closer, the mixed scents of her arousal and the grass filled his senses. But beneath it all was her unique fragrance: the clean scent of lake water mixed with the sweet hint of wild berries.
He had realized that almost everyone he had tasted was surprisingly clean and pleasant. It made sense, in the Pokémon world, most people lived on a diet of fresh berries and natural foods, especially when traveling in the wild.
His lips parted and his tongue emerged.
He wasn't doing this just for fun. Over the past three months, he had learned from Daisy and Delia that a first anal experience was always painful unless done carefully.
They had taught him to prepare the area properly, to use saliva to wet and relax the tense muscles first.
Though, he didn't need to do that now, as they usually wore a plug to stay ready. But Misty's back entrance was still untouched.
His goal was to make the eventual penetration easier for her, to minimize the sharp pain.
His tongue moved in slow, wide circles around her back opening. He kept this up for over ten seconds, enjoying the warm, sweet and salty taste.
Then he pressed the tip of his tongue harder against the tight ring of muscle. He did this for a full minute until the muscle began to relax.
He kept repeating the pattern: lick, circle, and press. The ring of muscle grew softer and wet.
Finally, he pointed his tongue and pushed slowly.
The tip slipped past the tight outer muscle. He slid about an inch inside.
He held his tongue there, feeling her warmth. Then he gently rolled the tip inside.
A soft, deep warmth spread inside her, a feeling she had never experienced before. A shiver of shame ran through her body. She hated it... Why did this disgusting act feel so good?
She tried to scream, struggling to form the words, "Mmm~ no... don't... if you continue ahhh~"
The gag in her mouth shot out thin tentacles that slid over her tongue, stroking it without stopping.
Her cry turned into wet "hmm~ mmm~ " sounds as drool soaked the gag.
Ash continued for another full minute. Her inside was now slick and hot against his tongue.
He slowly pulled his tongue out. As it left, her anus clenched instinctively, with a soft, wet "pop~", his tongue left her body and a thin strand of saliva stretched between them for a moment before breaking.
The sudden emptiness made her quiver, leaving behind a warm, wet feeling, a confusing mix of deep shame and a sense of relief.