"The only goddamn thing that's cursed around here is how fucking good you feel," Odin barked, a rough, self-assured smirk plastered across his face as he lay flat on his back on the grass.
Smack!
Lucy's fist connected sharply with his shoulder in a cute, flushing punch. It barely did a single point of actual damage to his solid, muscular frame, but Odin knew the rules of the game. The second a woman hits you, you fake the absolute hell out of the pain. He instantly let out a dramatic, breathless gasp, clutching his chest and rolling his eyes back as if she had just shattered his ribs.
"Argh! You violent bitch, you're trying to murder your own man!" Odin whined comically, thoroughly enjoying the show.
"Oh, shut the fuck up, you big baby! That didn't hurt at all," Lucy countered, a genuine, breathless laugh breaking through her weary exterior. Soon enough, the two of them dove right back into their usual, healthy bickering, trading insults like casual currency.
Lucy let out a long, exhausted sigh, stretching her arms above her head. "Seriously, I feel gross as hell. I'm completely covered in mountain dirt and ash. Plus..." She paused, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she looked down. "...your fucking cum is literally dripping down my thighs. I need to wash this shit away right now before I actually end up pregnant with your brat."
With that, she stood up, completely unbothered by her nakedness in the secluded oasis.
Watching her bare, round ass swaying directly in front of his line of sight, Odin couldn't resist the primal urge. He reached out with a lightning-fast reflex and delivered a massive, loud, and incredibly heavy slap right across her naked cheek.
"Kyaaa!" Lucy shrieked, jumping forward as the sound echoed off the cavern walls.
Embarrassed to her absolute core but completely loving the raw, possessive attention she was receiving, she whipped around with burning cheeks. She violently grabbed Odin's hand, using all her strength to yank his heavy, naked body up from the grass. Nudging him hard with her hip, she began dragging him toward the riverbank to go wash up, her grip locked tightly around his fingers, refusing to let go for a single second.
Odin glanced back over his shoulder at the floating rock Pokémon. "Hey, Geodude! Guard our belongings and that fucking egg incubator with your life. If a single wild pest touches our bags, I'll turn you into a set of Basketballs."
Geodude instantly hovered into a rigid, military-grade stance, snapping a rocky hand to his brow in a flawless, hyper-disciplined salute. The sight of the floating boulder acting like a loyal soldier made both Odin and Lucy burst into a fit of genuine, echoing laughter as their bare feet finally splashed into the crystal-clear water.
The river was a hidden subterranean marvel. The water was pristine and entirely see-through, allowing them to see every smooth pebble on the bed below. A few wild Magikarp and Remoraid drifted lazily through the current, but Odin paid absolutely zero attention to them. He didn't even know their goddamn names. After all, when it came to the actual biology of this world, Odin was a complete, unadulterated Pokémon noob. The only things he actually knew were the details Angel meticulously taught him, the precise data his System spit out, the advice Lucy gave him, and whatever random bits of knowledge he had managed to pick up since being transmigrated into this world not long ago.
Standing in the cooling current, the sensory shift suddenly splashed Odin's mind awake, dragging his thoughts back to a life that felt like a distant, twisted dream. He remembered Mark. The fucking asshole who had gunned him down on Earth with an AK-47.
Odin knew deep down that he had totally deserved Mark's wrath. Back in his old life, Odin had been a merciless bully. He had beaten Mark up, humiliated him in front of the entire school, blackmailed his mom, and even ruthlessly cornered and raped Mark's mother—going so far as to get the woman pregnant just to completely break Mark's spirit. All in all, Odin was a piece of shit who thoroughly earned that bullet. Though truth be told, he will do it all over again, if given the chance.
Ironically, Mark was also the one who had introduced him to Pokémon in the first place, a franchise Odin had always mocked him for, calling it "nerd shit." But by some twisted, divine karma, after being murdered by a school shooter, Odin had been transmigrated straight into the Pokémon world, starting as a bottom-tier Team Rocket grunt and rising to an Officer.
He used to absolutely hate Mark for sending him here. But as he stood in the water, Odin realized he didn't even know when the shift had started, but he no longer thought about Mark anymore. The burning, toxic hatred was completely gone. Over the past week, he had actually learned to love the world he was living in. He loved the adrenaline of the battles, the unique tactical details, the strategy, and even the simple, basic aspects of training, exploring, and killing people.
Instead of hatred, a weird, dark sense of gratitude washed over him. Because of that murder, he now had a real family sort of—Koffing, his loyal Geodude bro, the breathtaking ghost girl Angel... and now, even Lucy. Although his future with Lucy wasn't officially locked in yet, he felt their connection was far too deep to ignore after today. After this trip, he was entirely sure Lucy would fully give herself to him and leave Pewter City behind, heading straight to Vermilion City where he planned to start a massive new chapter in his Team Rocket career.
'Still,' Odin thought with a wicked smirk, looking up at the ceiling. 'Fuck you anyway, Mark. Just for the sports of it.'
SPLASH!
A heavy wave of cold river water slammed directly into Odin's face, violently shocking him out of his daydream.
Lucy stood a few feet away, completely naked, her body glistening under the sunbeams filtering through the ceiling. She was giggling and cheerfully laughing, looking absolutely breathtaking in her birthday suit. Her smile was incredibly warm and charming as she leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees.
"What the hell are you daydreaming about, slacker?" she asked, her voice echoing softly. "You looked like you were reliving your past misrable and sad story."
Odin wiped the water from his eyes, his gaze turning serious. "I was thinking about what comes next. I'm leaving Pewter City after this mission, Lucy. I want you to come with me to Vermilion City."
Lucy's playful smirk instantly vanished, her eyes widening as she understood exactly what he was asking. Odin had brought this up a couple of days ago—except back then, the rude, arrogant bastard had literally demanded that she completely submit to him, giving him her body, mind, and soul. Back then, Lucy had been too overwhelmed and proud, telling him she wasn't sure and that she would think about it and let him know later.
She realized right now that Odin was looking for a definitive answer. He wanted to hear, without a single doubt, if she was going to be his forever. Back then, she didn't have an answer. But now, after everything they had gone through and all the intimate moment they had shared, she did. She didn't want to be just another face in the crowd. She wanted to be by his side. She didn't even care that much anymore if they would find a Nidoran or not.
Lucy waded through the current, closing the distance between them until her naked skin pressed flush against his chest. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, looking up into his eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "I'll go with you, Odin. I'm not staying behind."
She lunged forward, passionately kissing him, her tongue intertwining with his in a deep, desperate make-out session right in the middle of the river. Between her breathless, romantic kisses, she leaned against his ear, her voice trembling with complete surrender. "I'll do exactly what you said to me, Odin. I'll give you what you wanted. My body, my mind, my soul... I'm yours, and yours alone from now on. I'm giving my everything to you."
She leaned back in, her lips meeting his in a deep, soul-searing kiss. It wasn't just passion; it was a promise. "I'm yours," she murmured again, against his skin.
The total, unconditional surrender from Lucy pleased Odin greatly, releasing the final bits of his lingering uneasiness. Thoroughly satisfied, he pulled her body even tighter into his embrace, passionately making out with her as the rushing water swirled around their hips.
With the contracts of their future sealed, the vibe in the river turned into an absolute honeymoon. They began washing each other, their hands moving tenderly and passionately over each other's skin. They washed each other's backs, lingering on the curves, and eventually moved to wash each other's private parts—Odin's large hands thoroughly washing out her pussy while Lucy gently washed his dick. Lucy rubbed her hands over his defined chest, and Odin matched her intensity, passionately washing her firm breasts and her plump, shapely ass. They cleaned every single inch of their bodies, even washing the dirt and ash out of their long hair.
They looked like two incredibly loving newlyweds completely lost in their own world, the entire atmosphere filled with love, warmth, and pure, radiant happiness.
Soon enough, the romantic mood shifted back into chaotic playing. They began splashing massive waves of water at each other, laughing, shouting curses, and joking around as if the entire universe revolved strictly around the two of them. At one point, Odin spotted a stray Magikarp swimming near his feet. With a sudden burst of movement, he grabbed the heavy, orange fish with his bare hands and violently threw it straight at Lucy's chest!
"Kyaaa!" Lucy screamed at the top of her lungs, completely losing her mind as the stupid, slimy fish flopped wildly against her naked skin before splashing back into the river.
Odin threw his head back, laughing his absolute ass off at her horrified expression.
"Oh, you are fucking dead!" Lucy roared. For payback, she lunged through the water, jumping straight onto his back and climbing all the way onto his broad shoulders.
The second her bare skin made contact, Odin's long, wet black hair began prickling right against her sensitive pussy. The strange, tickling, and intensely feel-good sensation sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to her core, causing her cheeks to turn completely tomato-red. Ignoring the embarrassing heat, she tightly grabbed two handfuls of his long hair, treating it like a set of puppet strings.
"Go here! No wait, Go there! No actually, Go Check that out over there!" Lucy commanded loudly, wildly pulling his hair left and right to guide him through the river like a puppet. "Faster, you mule! Faster!"
Odin happily played along, letting out a booming laugh as he carried her weight through the current, thoroughly enjoying the peaceful, harmonious, and completely unhinged moment between them. They kept laughing, bickering, and joking around like a newly wedded couple with absolutely zero cares in the world.
Not far from them on the dry bank, Geodude stood like a silent stone statue. He kept his eyes locked on their pile of clothes, their belongings, and the high-tech egg incubator. The little rock Pokémon never uttered a single word; even his simple mind understood the importance of the moment, choosing to remain completely quiet so his Big Boss could enjoy his rare, peaceful time with his woman.
Eventually, the high-speed playing slowed down. Lucy slid off his shoulders back into the water, and the two of them instantly locked lips again, making out passionately in the fading afternoon light. The desire flared up naturally, leading to a quick, intense fifteen minutes of making out, Fucking, and loving each other in the shallow current—a simple, raw celebration of their new bond.
Once they finished, they thoroughly washed each other one last time, making sure they were both squeaky clean from head to toe.
But as they finally stepped out of the water onto the muddy bank, Odin took one look at their gear and froze dead in his tracks.
"Wait a damn minute..." Odin muttered, his jaw dropping.
Lucy blinked, water dripping from her long eyelashes. "What's wrong?"
Odin pointed a finger at the pile of Team Rocket uniforms resting on the grass. "We are completely clean... but our clothes are still covered in the exact same mud, dirt, and ash from earlier. We are literal geniuses, Lucy. Absolute fucking masterminds."
Lucy stared at the filthy fabric, and then she let out a loud, hysterical laugh that echoed wildly through the cavern. "We are the most pathetic Officers in the entire history of the syndicate! We forgot how basic laundry works!"
After a brief session of playful banter and bickering, calling each other stupid and forgetful, they collectively came to the conclusion that they had no choice but to throw the uniforms into the river and wash their clothes as well.
But while they were standing there naked, scrubbing the heavy black fabric in the current, Lucy was suddenly hit with a brutal wave of realization. She stopped scrubbing, her eyes widening as she looked at him.
"Wait... Odin..." Lucy stammered, before bursting into a loud, unhinged fit of laughter. "What the fuck is the point of washing our clothes right now?! They are completely, utterly soaking wet, and it is going to take forever for heavy denim to dry inside a damp cave! I told you this fucking mountain is cursed! We are never going to catch our Nidorans at this rate! Hahaha!"
Odin let the words sink into his brain for a second. He looked at the heavy, dripping wet black leather and denim in his hands, and then he burst into a loud, boisterous laugh alongside her. "Hahaha! Fuck it, Lucy!"
He wrung out his trousers, shaking his head with an arrogant, unbothered grin. "Let's just wear our clothes wet! We'll get used to the dampness after a few minutes of walking. It might even dry on our way down the shafts... or at least it'll feel like it dried. Who gives a shit?"
"You're a maniac," Lucy laughed, but she didn't argue.
Standing naked on the bank, the two of them pulled the cold, heavy, and dripping wet Team Rocket Uniforms right back onto their clean skin. The wet fabric clung tightly to their bodies, perfectly molding against Odin's chiseled six-pack and broad shoulders, and completely tracing the seductive, curvaceous hourglass outline of Lucy's frame. They adjusted their belts, strapped on their gear, and wore the wet uniforms with absolute, unyielding pride.
Odin snapped his fingers, his eyes turning cold and sharp as his System radar flashed with the nearby signals of Pokémons, but strangely, no high Potential Nidoran's popped out at all. "Alright, Geodude, fall in. The vacation is officially over. Let's go rob– i mean take our rewards from both dead mommy and daddy. They gave me permission, so it's not robbing hahaha."