Ariana's face remained remarkably close, her gaze piercing as her words hung in the humid air of the ruined sanctuary. Inside Odin's mind, his thoughts raced, frantically parsing the implications of her words.
The scent of fate? he wondered. Does she actually suspect my Poison Affinity? Is an affinity some actual phenomenon in this world, or a universal trait the system simply quantifies? If it's real, can any powerful trainer gain such an edge? Can anyone bathe in the Light of Arceus and recieve an affinity... does Angel have an affinity.. I remember she said my pupils began changing, and her pupils are anything but normal, her pupils shaped liked snowflakes.. does she perhaps have an affinity with ice types? Is that why is so uninterested in owning any other Pokémons.'
He remembered their midnight call—how she had confidently promised that the Arbok egg would achieve greatness under his specific care, explicitly mentioning his 'peculiar fate.'
Either I'm overthinking it, Odin mused, or this woman is an absolute force of nature. No This bitch is a complete freak of nature. Eerie, unhinged, and fiercely dangerous, Odin realized.
Knowing that showing his hand would be fatal, Odin chose to professionally feign ignorance. He locked right back into his signature, egotistical "second-generation young master" act, though he kept his tongue carefully measured to avoid pushing an Executive too far.
"Fate? That's quite the poetic line, Executive Ariana," Odin scoffed with a lazy smirk. He took a half-step back to regain his personal space. "If 'fate' means I have to stand around in a ruined garden while you analyze my aura, I might have to ask for a bonus. I'm just a man who knows how to spot a good investment. If the universe favors me for it, who am I to complain?"
Ariana didn't break eye contact. Instead, she let out a low, breathless, and incredibly seductive moan, tilting her head to the side. "Mmmhh... ahhh..." She leaned into his neck, openly sniffing his collarbone like an obsessed, deeply unhinged yandere, entirely ignoring his deflection. "I love it... the scent... It's an intoxicating fragrance, Odin. You remind me so much of Boss Giovanni himself... that exact same suffocating, irresistible stench of destiny..."
Odin's internal monologue groaned in pure exhaustion. Why are all the damn women around me so fucking weird? First Angel, then Lucy, now this one.
Yet, as she pressed her front almost entirely against him, his raw male instincts took over. She was a gorgeous, mature woman in her mid-thirties, and her extreme proximity was maddening. He almost instinctively reached out to heavily spank her round, alluring ass just for the absolute sport of it, but he forced himself to hold back.
Suddenly, Ariana's focus snapped toward Lucy, and her serene face twisted into an expression of pure, unfiltered, and venomous mock-affection.
"Ah, my beautiful, vexing cousin," Ariana purred, her voice dripping with absolute condescension as she began an unfiltered, public family roast. "Look at what a greedy little wench you still are. Leeching onto Odin the very second he gets noticed. You found yourself a golden goose, didn't you, you shameless hoe? And what did you do? You immediately wrapped your legs and your pussy right around him, ready to wring his luck and wallet with your body."
Lucy's face exploded into a violent crimson, her eyes flashing with pure rage as she was humiliated in front of Odin "Executive Ariana! That is completely out of line! I am an Elite Officer—"
"Oh, it's okay, no shame in it, cousin," Ariana interrupted with a mocking wave of her hand, turning her seductive gaze back to Odin, her eyes tracing his broad shoulders and chest. "There's no harm in using the powers we women have. After all, I'm no stranger to this tactic either. Look at him—handsome, tall, rich, possessing a sexy body, and absolutely blessed by fate. Tell me, Odin... once you finally claw your way up to Captain rank, why don't you come under my personal care? My personal guidance? Become my exclusive Captain... working strictly under my name, in my private quarters?.. of course, there would be a reward for you as well, can't let you say I'm ungrateful now can I?" She winked seductively.
Panicking that her cousin was about to literally snatch her Odin, her golden ticket away right in front of her eyes, Lucy frantically stepped between them, trying to push them apart. "Ariana, stop it! Leave him alone! You can't just take him!"
Ariana let out a loud, alluring, and completely captivating laugh, her body gliding back just an inch as her hips swayed hypnotically. She gave Odin a slow, teasing wink before turning a sharp glare back to Lucy.
"Oh, you greedy, vexing wench... you want him all for yourself?" Ariana taunted, her voice echoing in the quiet cavern. "You think you can leech off all of his charm and infinite luck on your own? You should know better, my dear cousin. A man like Odin rarely ever has only one woman in his life. Men like him have many women; they possess too much raw power to stay in one place or with one person for too long."
Odin stood in the background, keeping his face neutral but completely agreeing with her statement in his head. 'Damn right, bitch. At least someone around here understands how kings operate.'
"There is absolutely no harm in sharing, cousin," Ariana continued, her smile turning incredibly sinister. "Their luck is infinite, after all... why can't I have a piece of it? You dirty, vexing hoe. Don't you know sharing is caring?"
Lucy, pushed to her absolute limit, fiercely retaliated, throwing caution to the wind. "Why don't you go keep leeching off the Boss instead, Ariana?! Don't you dare corrupt my Odin! Besides, you are way too old for him anyway! You're already in your mid-thirties, and you have a child for Arceus' sake!"
The sharp mention of her child finally struck a nerve. Ariana's unhinged, playful pressure instantly vanished, her eyes narrowing as she backed down just slightly, the reminder of her maternal responsibilities forcing her back into reality.
She clicked her tongue, her alluring smile returning but becoming tightly controlled. "Hmph. Always a party pooper, Lucy."
Remembering her primary objective for crossing Mt. Moon, Ariana stepped right back into Odin's space, the distance closing until their clothes practically brushed. She raised the heavy glass incubator, pressing the sleek container directly into his hands. As she did, she leaned her lips directly against his ear, her voice dropping into a deep, velvety, siren-like whisper that radiated pure, unhinged provocation:
"Take care of our child for me... daddy."
The sheer, hyper-sexualized weight of that sentence—delivered by a stunning, mature Executive sniffing his neck—instantly triggered a violent, primal reaction in Odin's body. His biology completely overrode his mental restraint. Down below, his massive, hidden 12-inch cock instantly burst with vigor, swelling to its absolute maximum, rock-hard size.
The fabric of his tight, black trousers bulged violently, casting a massive, unmistakable, and rigid outline right down the front of his crotch. His body was going completely crazy, his veins pumping adrenaline as if his DNA was screaming at him to turn her around, fuck her, dominate her, and breed her right there on the blood-stained grass beneath their feet.
Both Lucy and Ariana's eyes instantly dropped to the prominent, towering bulge stretching his pants.
Lucy let out a sharp, audible gasp, her face burning so hot it looked like it would melt, while Ariana let out a low, deeply amused, and triumphant chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the physical proof of her total control over him.
Odin's face flushed with a rare wave of intense embarrassment. He felt like an absolute idiot, a toy being playfully manipulated by a wicked older woman. He wasn't surr if he is exactly where he wanted to be or if He is losing face, and standing there with a massive, rock-hard erection in front of his boss was a total disaster for his pride.
He knew he couldn't just stand there and take it. He had to flip the script immediately. He needed to reassert his presence and aggressively execute a display of absolute dominance to shatter her playful game.
Odin aggressively stepped forward, completely ignoring the embarrassing tightness in his trousers. He clamped a firm, heavy hand onto Ariana's shoulder, his grip surprisingly strong as he leaned his face down until his eyes were leveled a single millimeter away from hers. His voice dropped into a deep, gravelly, and intensely dominant register, a wicked, mocking smirk returning to his lips.
"You like playing with fire, Executive?" Odin whispered darkly, his eyes flashing with the cold, lethal edge he had used on the League trainers. "You talk about fate, sharing, and calling me 'daddy'... but you better be careful with what you pray for. A man like me doesn't get managed, and I don't play roles in another person's game. If you keep teasing this beast, Ariana, you might just find yourself backed against a wall, begging me to stop. Don't start a match you aren't prepared to thoroughly lose to me."
Lucy's jaw dropped at his staggering, near-suicidal boldness, while Ariana's chilling smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. She felt the heavy, suffocating pressure of his raw masculine aura slamming against her presence—proving that the 18-year-old upstart wasn't just a boy she could easily manipulate; he was a dangerous, arrogant predator in the making.
Ariana was caught completely off guard by the sheer, unadulterated arrogance and dominant weight crashing off of this sexy man. For a woman used to seeing grunts piss themselves at her mere glance, Odin's suffocating masculine pressure was a sudden, jarring slap to her ego. Refusing to lose face, her seductive mask instantly hardened into a venomous, unyielding glare. She stood tall, her posture radiating an unquestioned, tyrannical authority as she prepared to answer dominance with absolute dominance.
"Oh? Is that so, little boy?" Ariana purred, her voice a chilling, razor-sharp hiss as she leaned even closer, her eyes flashing with dangerous malice. "Are you truly sure you want to go through with your little fantasy of bending my spine and dicking me down? You think you have the balls to fuck me thoroughly and make me beg you to stop? You're playing a game where the losers get eaten alive."
As if on cue, a silent, signal rippled through the air. The four high-level monsters that had just brutally slaughtered the royal Nido couple slithered and stepped forward, flanking Ariana like a wall of executioners. Arbok, Vileplume, Honchkrow, and Hypno unleashed their full, unhidden murderous intent. The ambient pressure became heavy, suffocating, and completely insufferable. Neither Odin nor Ariana was willing to submit, locked in a brutal stare-down that turned the entire garden into an absolute pressure cooker. The raw psychic and physical energy radiating from Ariana's team was so overwhelming that Lucy's legs grew visibly weak, trembling as she struggled to even stand upright.
But Odin didn't back down. Not a single millimeter. No matter how much killing intent slammed into his chest, his stubborn pride held firm—and his rock-hard, twelve-inch erection didn't go down either. The violent, rigid bulge in his black trousers remained fully extended, pointing straight at Ariana like a weapon, as if silently declaring that she was simply the next woman he was going to conquer and thoroughly breed.
Sensing the deadly tension, Geodude showed he had absolute balls of steel. Refusing to let his Big Boss be bullied by these high-level freaks, the little rock violently rolled forward, placing his dense body directly between Odin and the four massive powerhouses.
"Geo... DUDE!!!" he roared at the top of his lungs, his rocky fists clenching.
He knew damn well he stood absolutely no chance against Level 50+ Platinum beasts. But watching anyone try to intimidate his Big Boss was completely unacceptable. He was entirely ready to die protecting Odin's life, with absolutely zero regrets. "GEO... DUDE!!!! DUDE!!!!"
The raw, fanatical loyalty of the little rock almost brought tears to Lucy's eyes. Geodude was being a complete, undeniable bro. Even Odin and Ariana felt a wave of satisfaction at his sheer bravery—or pure stupidity. Either way, Geodude was a real one.
To make the scene even more comically tragic, Geodude stretched his rocky arms out wide, keeping his back to Odin as if desperately signaling: 'I got this, Boss! Forget about me! Just run! Take your mate with you and save yourselves! May we meet again in the afterlife!!' "Geo... Dude!!!"
Unable to handle the agonizing, life-or-death pressure for another second, Lucy yelled her lungs out, her voice cracking with sheer panic. "Please! Just stop this at once! Ariana, Odin, please... stop!"
Contrary to what both Odin and Lucy expected, the suffocating atmosphere vanished in an instant. Ariana froze, her venomous posture dissolving as she burst into a loud, unfiltered, and completely unhinged laughter. The sound echoed off the cavern walls, yet even her manic laughter was intensely seductive, sounding like a wicked siren howling in delight. Tears literally pricked her eyes from laughing so hard.
"Ahahaha! Oh, look at you two!" Ariana laughed, crouching down and waving a hand dismissively. "Joke, joke! I was just testing his mettle! Don't break down in tears in front of me, dear cousin. Don't act like a hysterical child in front of your man, have some fucking face, will ya? Hahahahaha!"
Still chuckling, Ariana reached out and began caressing the aggressive, protective Geodude, lightly scratching the stone creature under its rocky chin.
"Aren't you just a good, loyal little subject?" she cooed, her eyes gleaming. "Good... good boy. Keep him safe, will ya? We certainly can't let Team Rocket's golden goose die out here. So you'll just have to die for him instead, right? Just kidding, ahahaha!"
She stood back up, smoothing down her white uniform before turning her sharp, mocking gaze straight back to a trembling Lucy.
"Oh my, my, Lucy. What a magnificent man you've found to leech off of," Ariana taunted, her voice dripping with explicit provocation. "Make sure you keep your pussy tight, cousin. Wrap your pussy around him every single chance you get, and give him anything and everything his body wants. Make sure you don't lose him for me, my dear vexing hoe of a cousin."
Lucy's face instantly turned a complete tomato-red of pure, unadulterated embarrassment. "A-Ariana...!"
Seeing her cousin completely shut down only encouraged Ariana to push the knife deeper, teasing her relentlessly without a single shred of filter. "Oh, come on now, don't go acting all shy and innocent, my dear cousin. Don't act like you've never let him fuck you before. I know for a statistical fact that he has already thoroughly fucked you silly more than once. Just admit it."
"Arrgghhh!!! Please, enough, Ariana!" Lucy shrieked, covering her burning face with her hands, completely mortified. "Just please shut the fuck up! Let's not talk about this at all! Like, never again! Please...!"
Eventually, after the teasing ran its course, the heavy tension fully dissolved, and the situation turned back into lively business mode. Ariana turned her sharp, calculating eyes back to Odin, her gaze drifting lazily over his broad chest. "Alright, upstart. Let's talk about the mission I gave you. How is the collection proceeding? Did you manage to gather any moon stones for me?"
Odin locked right back into business mode, his mind clearing. He gave her an honest, unfiltered answer, shrugging his shoulders. "I haven't even begun digging for the stones yet, Executive. I've been preoccupied helping Lucy track down a high-potential Pokémon for her squad."
Hearing this, Ariana let out an irritated click of her tongue. "Tch." She shot a venomous glance in Lucy's direction, muttering under her breath. "Opportunistic hoe."
"Once I'm done sorting her out, I'll start earnestly looking for your moon stones," Odin continued smoothly, entirely unbothered by her attitude. "With my capabilities, it shouldn't be any problem whatsoever. I'll have it done in a jiffy."
Odin snapped his fingers sharply. Understanding the signal instantly, Geodude rolled over to Odin's discarded travel bag, used his heavy rocky arms to pry the main pocket open, and grabbed the pristine Moon Stone he had gifted to his Big Boss earlier. With an incredibly smug, cocky expression on his stone face, Geodude waddled over and proudly presented the Moon Stone to Ariana, hyping himself up like an absolute legend. "Geo, geo... DUDE!!"
The little rock's over-the-top pride caused everyone to crack a smile, even bringing a genuine chuckle out of Ariana.
She reached down, taking the smooth, cratered stone from Geodude's hands and inspecting its quality. A look of satisfaction crossed her face. "Well, look at that. I'll take this stone now. With this, you have already technically completed the baseline requirements for your mission, just in case you fail to find any others. However, I'm keeping the commission open on your ledger. If you can find more moon stones deeper in the shafts, make sure to hoard them. The more you bring me, the higher your contribution points and TR credits will scale."
After clearing up a few more technical logistics and high-level business details, Ariana took a step back, her high-end white boots clicking against the rock. "I'll be chilling inside the primary underground base in the Pewter City slums for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Don't make me wait too long."
With the business concluded, all of them bid their goodbyes. Ariana, refusing to leave without the final word, locked her eyes onto Odin one last time. She dropped her gaze directly to his prominent, unyielding trousers bulge, letting out a deep, wicked purr before flashing him a highly suggestive, lingering wink. With a slow, hypnotic sway of her curvaceous hips, she turned and disappeared down the dark tunnel, her squad fading into the gloom behind her.
Now, the silence of the garden sanctuary settled over them once more. It was just Odin, Lucy, and the proud Geodude standing by the rushing riverbank.
But Odin's cock was still completely, aggressively rock-hard. The intense combination of the brush with death, the unhinged sexual taunts from an Executive, and his own raw testosterone left him in desperate, immediate need of a violent physical release.
He slowly turned his body, his predatory, dark eyes locking onto Lucy with a wave of raw, unfiltered lust.
Lucy felt a sudden tremor ripple straight through her core. Her wobbly legs shook, a wave of intense heat and nervous joy washing over her skin as she looked at the heavy, massive outline stretching his pants. Her mind flashed vividly back to this morning—the "Golden Locker Time," as he had arrogantly called it—where he had ruthlessly pinned her against the metal lockers and aggressively destroyed her with his unlimited stamina.
"O-Odin, wait..." Lucy sputtered, taking a panicked half-step back as her face flushed crimson again. She tried to desperately protest, trying to preserve what little dignity she had left after Ariana's roasts. "No, hold on! Not right here in the open! We still have to check the river nests! Stop looking at me like that, you beast...!"
But her protests were completely hollow, a hopeless endeavor against his desires. Odin was a man who took exactly what he wanted when it came to her seductive, curvaceous body, and right now, the King demanded his tribute.
"Not right here in the open! Stop looking at me like you're going to devour me, you absolute beast—"
"Shut the fuck up, Lucy," Odin growled, his voice deep, gravelly, and entirely dominant
He lunged forward, his powerful hands aggressively stripping away his uniform and tearing into hers, leaving no room for her hollow protests. He grabbed her by the hips, aggressively bending her spine down right onto the soft, trampled grass of the sanctuary. Without a single shred of mercy, he drove himself straight into her, began relentlessly fucking her pussy, releasing all of his pent up stress caused by that bitch Ariana. He made sure to teach her that his thrusting and dicking down skills is worth completely shattered her breath.
Odin was a king demanding his tribute, and he unleashed his entire pent-up frustration in long, wide, and punishingly aggressive thrusts. The onslaught was continuous, leaving her absolutely zero room to rest or catch her breath against the dirt.
Lucy's half-hearted protests instantly melted into pure, visceral ecstasy. Once you took a man like Odin, there was no turning back—her body, soul, and mind already belonged entirely to him, even if she was too embarrassed to admit it. She threw her head back, her loud, uninhibited moans wailing through the entire sanctuary, echoing wildly off the rocky walls of Mt. Moon.
A few meters away, Geodude stood guard, completely third-wheeling the performance as he sneaked frequent, curious glances over his rocky shoulders.
Suddenly, the little rock-type's fanatical loyalty kicked into absolute overdrive. Seeing his Big Boss locked in a display of pure dominance, Geodude decided he needed to act as the ultimate hype-man. He floated in place, his stone eyes widening as he began wildly cheering Odin on.
But it didn't stop there. True to his obsessive desire to copy his commander, Geodude locked onto Odin's aggressive rhythm. He comically threw his hands in the air and began perfectly mimicking Odin's rapid thrusting motions, violently driving his stone lower-half back and forth into the empty air! He locked into a rugged, breathless pace, perfectly copying Odin's deep groans and rough voice, grunting comically in his unique Pokémon language.
"Geo! Geo!... DUDEEEEE!!!!" the rock screamed, thrusting the empty air with absolute, focus
The entire hidden garden became a symphony of chaotic, sex noise. Lucy was completely lost to the sensation, letting out loud, unhinged cries and begging for his raw dominance. "Fuck me harder! Treat me like your goddamn toy, Odin! FUCK ME SILLY, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE, JUST BUST YOUR FUCKING NUT INSIDE OF ME! AND MAKE ME YOURS!!, she wailed, tossing out breathless, submissive comments as her fingers clawed into the grass.
Odin matched her energy, dropping heavy, arrogant, and degrading roasts right down at her as he maintained his machine-gun pace, his rugged groans echoing through the mist.
And right alongside them, the background was completely filled with Geodude's bizarre, hilarious grunts as he continued frantically thrusting the air, wildly screaming and hyping both himself and his Big Boss up to the literal ceiling. "Geo... DUDEEEEE!! Dude!! Geo... DUDE!!"
Eventually, the high-intensity performance reached its absolute peak. Odin violently shifted her over, locking her down into a crushing mating press position. Lucy's wobbly legs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him in as he began pumping into her with the speed of a machine gun.
The friction was blistering, the adrenaline explosive. Odin's muscles locked up, his veins popping along his broad shoulders as he let out a final, gravelly roar: "I'm about to fucking bust!!"
And bust he did. He unleashed his entire, massive nut deep inside of her, his body shuddering violently as he claimed his total dominance. Lucy let out one final, breathless shriek before her eyes rolled back in pure satisfaction.
Slowly, Odin let go of her, collapsing with an exhausted groan right onto the dirt next to her. The two of them lay completely naked and spent on the trampled patch of grass, their skin glistening with sweat under the sunbeams. Off to the side, Geodude finally stopped his wild air-thrusting, wiping his stone brow like a proud, elite bodyguard who had successfully watched over his commander's victory.
Lucy slowly rolled over, resting her flushed face against Odin's chest and wrapping her arms around him in a tender, protective embrace. Odin let out a lazy sigh, wrapping his arm around her bare waist as they silently stared up at the sunlit cracks in the cavern ceiling.
The comfortable, exhausted silence stretched for a few minutes before Lucy finally broke it. She shifted slightly, her voice still rough and raspy from the screaming.
"Odin..." she muttered, looking toward the dark tunnels ahead. "Do you think we can even find a high-potential Nidoran at this point? With the way we're going... and all these insane distractions... I'm starting to think this mountain is cursed.