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An old dream (42 and Ackina)

It seemed like Sam bagged himself a freak and that never ceased to surprise him. She was getting far more into it than he could ever expect and that only made him hornier. The large male was spurn on by her words. He sped up as he felt her walls tighten around him even more and her body quiver from her own orgasm. She came while being raped by a stranger? She either had issues or was a massive closeted pervert and either way, he was having a good time because of it.

"Yes! Fuck!" He groaned. The old man's cock rammed inside her at a strong and quicker pace now, hitting her depths over and over again, feeling her insides coiling around him so tightly. He couldn't hold it anymore and just let himself go. His whole body trembled and shook. His hips shuddered as his cock throbbed. He filled her up with his cock deeply, making sure not a drop was missed.

So much of his seed was pumped inside of her. He was breeding her with all he could and that thought alone made him harder even in that moment.

After the high started to come down, his breathing was labored. He was old and not in super great shape despite being physically strong still. Such a session was tiring. While still inside the girl, he moved back and away from her, watching where they were connected. "Look at that..." He said, putting a hand on her crotch and rubbing it. "Such a nice girl, aren't you?"
 
Sam tried to control his breathing as he looked down at the girl. She remained in place, not trying to run away or hide, but instead very open about her submission. She probably had a huge submissive streak in her. He knew of girls like her, who secretly craved - knowingly or not - a strong dominant presence to take them. He liked that and Sam couldn't help but chuckle at her almost innocent question.

The old man's hand came down, slapping her inner thigh lightly as he stood up. "You are something, missy." He said. "Might take one time... might take a hundred... won't know 'till you're belly starts popping." He laughed. Then he moved around her. "Get dressed." He ordered. "You look like you'll be enjoying some breeding after this. So tonight, you'll be coming to my hotel room. Got it?" He said, adding in that he was staying at the Sunflower Hotel, just outside of town, Room 2.6. "Wear something cute, Eiko. And don't say anything to anyone. Understand?"
 
The old man sniffed and scratched his nose as he watched the girl go. She was a nice and sweet kid, so he was sure he would be able to keep her quiet with just a bit of pressure. To think that so soon into his journey, he was already breeding a young lass like her. Life really did feel good and he would live what little he had left to its fullest. He knew that not all would be as cooperative as her and some would be far too much, but he looked forward to it.

Putting his trunks back on, the old man kicked some sand over the cum pool and then made his way into the forest. As he walked, he took out his pokeball and released the Gengar within. "Hey buddy." He said, looking at the smiling ghost type. Ghosts didn't age, so the gengar looked the same as he always had. He was a little unique in that he had two tails for some odd reason, but that was one of the things that made him his special buddy. "Had some fun today... I think we'll be having loads more on this trip." He chuckled.
 
"Ah... looky here..." He said as he spotted the girl in the distance. Even Gengar perked up in the air when he spoke and looked toward her. Gengar... knew about his way of doing things, but they were both twisted individuals, so the pokemon definitely matched his master. That also tended to happen after what was nearly fifty years of co-existing. He was about to take a deep breath and get himself ready to go toward the girl when the old bird attacked.

"Geng--?" He watched his gengar get hit by the heavy water jet and the ghost vanished behind a tree... no, into a tree.

"Oh my..." Sam's eyes locked onto the pelipper and he scratched his beard. "An old timer like you fighting another old timer. We should be friends a get along, no?" He said, cocking his head, before pointing at the bird. "Gengar, Hypnosis. Let's calm him down a tad."

The dark ghost type emerged from the tree with its massive grin and pointed its hands toward the bird, activating the hypnosis ability to put the old bird to sleep.
 
Sam raised an eyebrow when the bird pokemon managed to dodge his gengar's hypnotizing attack. A small grin formed on his lips as he crossed his arms, still rather relaxed. "Look at that, Gengar. We have a veteran... a grumpy one at that. Shall we add him to the team?" He asked, looking at his own pokemon. The gengar grinned like always and got back into a combat stance as a reply. "I guess we are. Haha..."

"Gengar, Lick!" He shouted and the dark ghost charged forward, its tongue extending to absurd lengths as it tried to give the pelipper a lick and hopefully paralyze it. That way, they could capture the pokemon more easily.
 
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