"Only a little kid would even care about something like that!" Iris says, crossing her arms and turning away from Ash.
"That's not true at all, it's natural for anyone to be mad someone stole their snack! I was looking forward to that bread, and then I find out you took it out of the bag and ate it first?" Ash says, clearly still upset.
"It was in the bag for all of our food, how was I supposed to know if was yours?" Iris fires back, uncrossing her arms and moving in closer, glaring up at her companion. The two have been traveling together for quite a while now, but can't quite seem to get used to one another. Or rather, even if they are used to one another, they can't get along. It's more like the two of them have just grown accustomed to arguing everywhere they go, and can't quite seem to get over any of the small, petty arguments they have.
"If you didn't buy it, why would it be yours?" Ash asks, and Iris throws her hands up.
"I can't with you! You are such a little kid, and I don't see how you've ever made it on any kind of journey, ever!" Iris shakes her head. "It's crazy, did you fight this much with everyone you traveled with? I don't see how they didn't just ditch you!"
"I could say the same thing about you! How would anyone put up with someone always nagging at them and making fun of them?" Ash asks.
"Well, I actually haven't traveled much besides you," she admits. "But that doesn't matter, it's not my fault you act in ways I can't stand! I'm not the problem here."
This is exactly how every one of their arguments go. It's a wonder the two of them haven't parted ways yet, considering all they ever seem to do is bicker and fight with one another. They don't reach any meaningful conclusion in this battle, either, leaving the two of them to be rather distracted as they venture from one town to the next. In the end, the very distraction that this fight led to is going to lead to another.
~X~
After the two continued bickering for some time, each finding new things to bring up about the other, leading to all kinds of further arguments spiraling into more… Iris finally pauses.
"Hey, wait a second… where are we going, anyway?" she asks, looking up at Ash.
"What do you mean? I've been following you, since you were a bit ahead of me…?" Ash asks, and Iris huffs.
"Seriously? But you were always heading in the same direction anyway!" she says.
"But you know Unova better than me!" Ash fires back.
"This is unbelievable, you are so irresponsible!" she points out, though in this case, they are equally to blame for getting lost. The forest trail they were following had branched several times, and neither of them had really been paying attention, instead focusing on their argument. The signs had gone unread, maps left unchecked, and now the pair are far too deep within the forest to be able to easily find their way back out.
"It's not my fault! It's every bit your fault, if you weren't always on my case, I wouldn't have been distracted!" Ash says, and Iris puffs up her cheeks.
"So you're going to blame me for you getting mad about your stupid snack?" Iris says, and Ash had nearly forgotten that was even what started all of this.
"Yes! I am!" he says, and Iris moves in closer, pushing a finger into the center of his chest.
"You better watch it! With your sloppy battling, I could beat you so fast, and we're lost so then you'd have to try and rush off to the Pokemon Center!" Iris says. "Maybe that would motivate you to pay enough attention to get us out of here!"
"I don't know what's worse, being lost, or being lost with you!" Ash says, and Iris ends up so close to him, he can feel her hot breath in his face as she shouts back at him.
"I'm the one suffering here! I'd already be on to the next town if it weren't for you getting us lost!" she says, and Ash can't help but notice how close she is. The way her body feels in close like this, the heat that radiates off of her as they're left alone, deep in the forest.
"As if you have it worse than me," Ash grumbles, trying to pull back a bit. He's starting to have a rather familiar problem, one he would like for Iris to not notice, but he can't really do much when she closes the distance between them once again.
"Oh, really? You think I don't? I'm the one left trying to rein you in all the time! You're an excitable little kid who always runs off and gets into trouble of some kind!" Iris says, and at this point, Ash knows she's just trying to get under his skin. He knows that, but the worst part is that it's working. He forgets about his growing problem, the erection that having her so close always brings out, and he charges in to confront her.
"You get into just as much trouble as I do!" Ash insists, while Iris glances down and notices his erection. Her cheeks flush, and she becomes far more aware of her own building arousal.
As much as she claims to hate this, that she doesn't like arguing with Ash or traveling with him… she's every bit as excited as him. The idea of them battling it out like this, arguing back and forth and back and forth… she's not sure why it gets her all worked up and excited, but she's not at all upset to see him sprouting the same kind of feelings as her.
Sure, she's not as obvious about it, but her panties are definitely more than a little wet from how hard they've been fighting this time.
"Come on, are you seriously getting a boner from arguing with me, again!?" Iris asks, and Ash groans.
"It's not like that's my fault, you get so close, and you wear those tight white pants," he says, and Iris huffs.
"Like you can even see anything! My shirt is so long it's basically a dress!" she counters, but it turns her on even more to hear him admit it. She doesn't know why their fighting always leads to this, why the two of them seem to enjoy bickering and going at one another… until they get so heated, the two begin going at one another in an entirely different way. It's not like there's anything to stop them from going right into it, and while Iris continues acting as though this is all some big problem, she gets down on her knees and starts working to undo his belt, unbuttoning his pants. "I swear, you are way more trouble than you're worth…"
"I could say the same thing about you! Your body is just too much, always turning me on… it's all your fault, you know," Ash says. "So it's a good thing you're willing to take care of it."
"I didn't… this isn't my fault, okay? And I'm just helping out out of the kindness of my heart, I don't owe anything to this monster cock of yours," Iris says, as she pulls it free. They each know how this will go, that the bickering only makes it that much more exciting. There's no chance of either of them stopping this at this point. So early on, before they've had their fun…
Iris leans in, taking him in hand and pumping along his length while leaning in to plant a kiss against the head of his cock.
"It's just so damn big, and you get hard over anything… you're so lame," she says, while her hand strokes along, soft and warm, leaving Ash to grunt in answer.
"Like you can talk, you go for it the second it's out," he teases, and Iris huffs as she works.
"I don't care what you try and claim, you just get hard so I'll take care of you anyway, you're so pathetic," she claims, and Ash is left speechless as she leans in close enough to run her tongue from the base to the tip, then lightly take him into the heat of her mouth.
"Ah, fuck, Iris…" he grunts, as she works her way a bit lower, giggling on his cock. She doesn't hesitate to start taking him in deeper, bobbing down his length to pull back up with a wicked smirk on her face. She's enjoying this. Getting off on teasing him with her body, pushing the pair of them deeper and deeper into all of this. And as she works them into a frenzy, she doesn't hold back, taking him deep down her tight throat. Ash can't help but whimper, his hand finding the back of her head. He holds her in place, and Iris lets out some rather embarrassingly loud slurping noises as she chokes on his cock. But she doesn't stop, she keeps trying, soon pushing back against him as she gags and drools on his cock,
"Let me up to breathe, you jerk," she says, but she knows deep down she enjoys having him so deep he's stretching her throat, she enjoys choking on his cock far more than she would ever admit. Iris doesn't know how this came about, how the two of them went from bickering like siblings that don't get alone to always winding up in this same situation. With Ash this turned on, and Iris taking care of him while her own desires run rampant. She doesn't know, but she's not really going to complain now. She wants it just as badly as he does, and there's no sense in holding back when they're on the same wavelength about something like this. If they both want it, both want each other, then why should they try and fight it? Isn't it better to just go along with it, to let the flow take them and bring them to such intense pleasure?
Even after laying into him for choking her on his cock, she pushes right back in, taking it down her throat and hoping he gets even rougher with her. She can't say she understands it, why he makes her feel this way and why she can't hold back with him, but she isn't aiming to change it. She wants to be like this, to feel like this, to enjoy Ash as much as he enjoys her. And when she pushes down on him like that, he really can't hold back from her. Even if he sees her choking on his cock, watching as she drools down on her shirt and loses all control of herself, it only makes Ash want more from her. He keeps working harder into her, thrusting into her face and down her throat, each of them eager to work out every bit of the frustration they feel for each other sexually.
Iris loves when he goes all out like this, losing all control as he slams his hips forward to shove down her throat. She enjoys the way he loses control with her, his passions getting the better of him as they so often do. She didn't think Ash could be this intense, that he could make things go this far this easily, but she's not complaining. She enjoys the way he loses control with her, she loves knowing that she can get under his skin enough to push her this far. And when he starts to feel things have gone too far, when Ash doesn't quite want to come yet but can't make Iris slow down, he'll tug and pull on her hair to try and slow her. To stop her.
The way she moves, the moans and whimpers that slip out of her as she chokes on his cock and works herself into a passionate frenzy… fucking her throat on his cock even when his hips stop moving… it's too intense for him. But he can't speak, can't even ask her to stop, and he knows that she wouldn't even if she did hear him. She wants to go all out, to indulge in her more passionate desires. The girl can be more than a bit wild once she gets going, something that often has Ash feeling that she might be a bit too much for him. Still, Iris wouldn't stop. She can't. Not when her passions take her over like this. She works him into a frenzy, only pulling back when her lungs burn too much and she needs to get some air.
She's left panting, but still leans in close to lick and suck at his balls. She licks one, then pulls the other into her mouth, sucking on him as she strokes him off. Ash doesn't know how she can do this, go from chewing him out and laying into him to focusing everything she has on his cock and making him feel good… but he swears she's wanting to milk him for all he's worth. He doesn't know how to feel about it, or how much of this he can really take. As Iris alternates between sucking him off and teasing him with her tongue, she also trails her fingers along his pelvis, along his thighs, letting her nails just barely push into him at times. He whimpers, unable to keep up with everything she's doing, losing all control of himself…
And that makes Iris want to mock him further.
"You're so pathetic, you talk such a big game but go to pieces the instant I start in on you," Iris teases. "You're so weak! No wonder you can't get enough of me!"
"Shut up," Ash says, his hands going back to her hair. Iris has about a second or two before she realizes that she might have pushed too far at a time that was far from ideal… but she doesn't mind it. He takes control, shoving her down his cock as he rams into her in the same movement. She feels him sliding down her throat, pushing in deep, and Iris gags on his cock once more. He forces her down, then begins fucking her face even harder than before. Iris can't really take it, but the fact that she can't make it all the more enjoyable to her. She doesn't mind when he takes control, and some part of her had honestly hoped that mocking him like that would make him want to push her further.
It's working out great for her, and while she winds up gagging on his cock, she really doesn't mind. She just wants more, more, more, she wants all that he has to give her. She can't get enough of this feeling, of having him in control, having him use her throat like this and pound so deep into her that she can't even breathe. Of course, she knows it's not going to last. With how much she was pushing him before, teasing him and working him into this frenzy, she knows there's no way he can last.
He's going to come sooner rather than later, and she knows he's going to have a big one for her. She has seen just how much Ash stores up, and it has been a few days since one of their fights went this far… she hasn't really let him have a chance to take care of it on his own, either, not wanting him to be left alone for long enough to let all this go to waste. Iris hadn't known today would be the day, but she's definitely not complaining. The more he pushes her, fucking her throat with all he's got, the harder it is for her to breathe or to think. She doesn't mind. Her eyes kind of roll back as he goes all out on her, pounding down her throat and pushing her closer and closer to passing out.
She knew she was taking a risk, pissing him off like that, but her gamble is paying off. She's so wet she can barely even stand it, and while she keeps one hand on his thigh to tease him with her touch, Iris slides the other down her body and pushes under her tight leggings, starting to stroke over her wet panties. She can feel how soaked she is, knowing her panties are just absolutely drenched, but that doesn't stop her from wanting to take this further. She wants to see how far Ash can go, how much he can take, and he doesn't disappoint.
When he finally pushes himself far enough, grunting as he loses control, Iris slides two of her fingers beneath her panties and into her tight heat. She grinds against them as she feels Ash erupting down her throat. There was no warning, but she didn't expect one. Ash is too far gone to think about something like that, and she has been trying to get him riled up enough to be this rough in the first place. She takes his load gladly, letting it slip down her throat, drop after drop after drop, surging into her stomach. When he's finally done, Iris pulls back to the head of his cock.
She holds there, circling her tongue along his head and sucking every last bit of his come back out of him. It isn't until she's finally done that she pulls back with a soft pop, and looks up at him.
"Mm, how was that? You're so pathetic when you come," she teases. "Exactly how I'd expect a little boy to be about it, not a man."
"Iris," Ash says, panting too hard to even argue with her. "That was amazing."
"Yeah, yeah, I can tell you thought so…" she says, as she shakes her head. "But look how clean I got you. You shouldn't have thing to complain about, right?"
Ash doesn't know how she does this every time. Gets such a rise out of him and has him taking control, then shows off how good of a job she did.
"I didn't even let a single drop slip out, either, and you had a lot for me, didn't you?" she says. "I was hoping you'd not have the chance to take care of that on your own, so it could build up for me…"
"You're wicked," Ash says, as he shakes his head. Iris giggles, turning away from him. The girl bounces up to a tree, leaning against it, feeling the cool bark against her chest even through her shirt. But she leans further, further, bending against it so her ass is sticking out and her top rides up enough to show off her butt in those tight white leggings. Her panties are so soaked, and some has seeped into the leggings beyond, so much so that Ash can make out the shape and color of her panties from here. She shakes her hips a bit, wiggling her little butt for him, and Ash finds himself moving towards her almost as if hypnotized. There's something about her that drives him mad, and he doesn't know how she can always get a rise out of him.
But at the same time, he's not really complaining. When it means he gets to have this much fun, this good of a time, why would he care about anything else? The pleasure they can share in, the desire they each have. It's too much for them to stay apart from each other for long. Once he's in place behind her, Ash really can't help but start grinding in against her butt. Iris has a hell of a body, for a little girl, and Ash can't help himself. He grinds against her, wanting to see how far he can take this this time. His cock presses into the white leggings, against her asshole, her cunt, pushing into each but just to tease. Iris moans each time, feeling something so hot and so hard teasing at her holes.
She wants him badly, but she wants to see how much he'll do first. She doesn't move to work her pants down, instead continuing to grind back against him.
"This must be pretty rough, right?" she teases, as she grinds back on him. "You know how badly you want this, right We can both feel it, but I'm not going to move yet. I want to see how long you can take this!"
"Fuck," Ash grunts, as he continues grinding against her ass. It's too good, feeling her like this, being able to tease her with his cock even through the clothes… but he wants more. He needs more. This is just a taste of what he really wants. Iris knows that, and she keeps him right there, keeps teasing back against him and using her ass in those leggings to drive him mad. She knows that he's going to be unable to keep up, even when it's just through her leggings, when it's not even him directly touching her…
And she loves the way she can tease him, the way she can work him into such a frenzy. She feels him shift down a bit, his cock sliding between her thighs, and she closes them together to let him have an even better time. The tight heat of her thighs on each side of his cock, the silky smooth sensation of his cock sliding between her leggings-covered legs… it's driving Ash mad. He gets so frustrated with her, so tired of all the times she mocks him and teases him, but being able to go all out on her like this always helps him feel better about it. He knows that this is not exactly normal between people who bicker as much as they do.
He knows that. He knows this is something a bit different than what friends or even rivals would do. But he doesn't know how to broach that, doesn't know what Iris would even say if he did. In a way, maybe she's not that far off each time she tells him he's a kid. He does feel like one, trying to navigate all that she makes him feel, everything that she makes him want and desire. Fucking her thighs like this is far from enough. He knows it, and she knows that he knows it. But Ash is holding out for now. He's just indulging in this, wanting more, but also content with the delicious sensation of her thighs on each side of his cock. Iris moans out, feeling his cock grinding beneath her cunt, rubbing into her a bit with each movement…
She doesn't want him to realize just how good this is for her, to call her out on how much she's enjoying it. The thought of him figuring her out is admittedly mortifying. She doesn't want Ash to ever realize just how much he turns her on, how much she enjoys the way they bicker and what always seems to come after. But she loves it. Fuck, she loves it so much, it makes her feel so dirty and wrong for enjoying it so much with someone she can't stand but… at the same time, Iris knows that a lot of that is just put on. If she truly couldn't stand Ash, she wouldn't let things go this far. She wouldn't indulge in him so much. She enjoys it, to an extent, and it always leaves her wanting more in the end. She knows that he's probably going to reach his breaking point with her again, soon, just like he did before.
He's going to do something, the same way he took hold of her and began fucking her face earlier… and she's looking forward to it. She wants to see what he'll do, she wants to tease him to the point that he can't even resist taking control, taking charge with her. Her body is driving him mad, the same way it always does, and it won't take much more for him to break. She knows that, but that doesn't stop her from trying to rush things a bit. She grinds down harder on his cock, working it so it nestles tight against her cunt, rubbing into her and sometimes tilting up a bit to push against her even harder.
"So big, so good," she whines. "How did a kid like you get such a big cock, anyway?"
That finally does it. Ash can't take that kind of mockery, not when it's taking everything he has to even hope to hold back from taking her. He pushes Iris forward, his cock falling back free, as he grabs her white leggings with both hands, fingers digging in on each side of her cunt.
"W-wait," Iris says, as she realizes what's coming. She hadn't thought he would be driven that mad, but before she can say another word, she can hear the fabric tearing. She moans at the thought that he just tore such a huge hole in her leggings, but Ash doesn't hesitate to move along. He pushes her panties aside, soaked as they are and clinging to her mound, and then he's shoving into her. Iris can't breathe. That massive cock that did such a number on her throat… now pushing into her, stretching her, filling her. She shudders, pushing back against him even as she knows that this is going to undo her. It's too much, and Iris can't even keep herself from coming. She shudders, climax taking her from the way he penetrates her alone. Ash doesn't stop when she hits that peak, either, even as he feels her walls clamping down and fluttering around his cock.
That soaked, velvety warmth within her… it's maddening, and after waiting for so long and being teased so much, no part of him can hold back from her. He's ravaging her, holding tightly to her hips as he slams her against the tree with each deep thrust.
"Ah! That's too much! Too big!" she moans out, when her voice finally returns to her. But her pleas fall on deaf ears. Ash is too far gone to care, too lost in taking control of her and pushing her to the very bring of what she can take. In truth, if the two of them weren't so perfectly compatible, he would probably break her. But that's just another aspect of this little arrangement of theirs and how it always seems to play out. As much as they drive one another crazy, their desires and their libido each line up far too perfectly. And while Iris might be small, she's incredible at taking Ash's cock, letting it drive her mad but also feel so damn good.
She can always seem to take his best, his most intense, even if she thinks it might break her at times. He's so big, but her body takes him so well. Each thrust is pushing her closer to the edge, already feeling another climax take her over. Iris knows she's not alone, either. Ash is pushing himself, holding nothing back from her. He's not even in his right mind at the moment, pushing as hard as he can and wanting to put her through her paces for all the teasing, all the mocking. For some reason, his angry fucking feels better than anything to her. She loves being on the receiving end of all of this, feeling his passion and his desire, knowing that she pushed him to this point.
She just can't get enough of it, his thrusts, his cock, the way he grunts from the effort, and the way each thrust pushes her back against the tree. She can feel it against her, and she can feel him forcing her closer and closer. She's not going to be able to take this. To hold out. It's all too much for her, but she loves it. She loves every damn second, she loves how rough he can be, how intense he can become with such little notice.
And she loves that all she has to do to get him like this is keep teasing him the same way she always does. She knows that she can make him go all out on her, make him put her through her paces, and all she has to do is tease him and toy with him a bit. It's adorable, seeing him lose himself in her like this, knowing that she made him this mad. Knowing that she could get even more out of him if she just kept pushing. It's a fun game, seeing how much he can take before he finally snaps.
Iris can't think of any better way for their bickering and fighting to end. By the time all is said and done, both of them end up more relaxed than when they started. And what could be better than that? The way they can use one another to vent off all the steam they cause in the first place just makes things end nice and tidy. Of course, getting here can be a lot of work… but it's work Iris can really enjoy. She likes the way they go at one another, the way she can push Ash's buttons and always get the response she wants from him. There's nothing better, nothing more thrilling.
And when she does finally feel him slamming into her, thrusting in deep and taking control of her? It's like heaven. Iris doesn't want it to end. She wants to keep basking in this perfect bliss for as long as Ash can keep it up. Naturally, when he's in this kind of state, he's not exactly right in the head. She's pushed him so far he can't even think straight, and that means he's going all out on her and pushing her to the limit, but also finding his own limit far too quickly. But this time, there seems to be something more going on. Perhaps she managed to push him in just the right way, making him go so far with her that he can somehow manage to keep a decent pace…
She doesn't know, and doesn't really care. She enjoys being beneath him like this, pressed tight against this tree, so much so that she can barely even move and can feel the rough bark pushing against her skin. She doesn't want him to stop, she wants him to keep going, to keep pushing for as long as he can and bring them both to such intense pleasure they see stars. The harder he fucks her, the deeper into her desire she sinks. She can feel his rough thrusts picking up in pace and intensity both, and Iris knows that she's going to be struggling to keep her own wits about her. But she doesn't mind that. Any time she tries to move, either to push back against him or change the angle of his thrusts, he grabs her tighter.
She can feel his fingers digging possessively into her dark skin, clinging to her. So tightly she's probably going to be hiding bruises tomorrow. Even that only adds to her pleasure. The thought that she could rile him up so much he would be that rough with her… it takes her breath away, and leaves her wanting even more from him. More passion, more thrills, all that he can afford to give her. She doesn't want him holding anything back from her, she wants it all, every last bit of what he has to offer her. The more he does for her, the deeper her passions run. Each thrust is maddening, as he bottoms out within her time and time again. Never for long. He will shove in deep, with all his force and passion, and pull back for another immediately. His hips are jerking in time with her moans and whimpers, and it's hard to tell which of the two of them is enjoying this more.
It's the same as when they argue. The back and forth is so constant, so prepared, that neither Ash nor Iris tend to remember who started it or why. And they each know this is where it will lead, if they let things keep going. They never back down, not ever, not when they both want to be here just as badly as the other. They both want to bask in the pleasure they can share with one another, and they both want to lose all control with one another. The pleasure that they find together is every bit as great as the frustration their arguments always lead to… perhaps more so, all because of that frustration. It's like they have to build things up to that point, all so they can explode on one another in pleasure and passion.
Iris loves it. She loves hitting that point, bringing Ash to that point over and over again. She wants to keep it up, to make him lose control again and again always for her. Always. Iris knows there must be something more than frustration going on here. Something more than disdain, something more than annoyance. She doesn't think she would care this much if she hated him. She doesn't think she would get this worked up, or lose herself so entirely. But the girl isn't quite ready to think about all of that now. She just wants him. She wants to be his, to feel him go all out on her like this.
And it's driving her mad. Each deep thrust has her that much closer to the edge, and all semblance of control has faded from his touch. His movements. She can't move, not when he's gripping her this tightly… but he lets go, reaching up for her hair instead. Iris is so far gone she doesn't even notice the way her body starts moving, the way her hips snap back in time with his thrusts, pushing both of them closer to the brink. There's no stopping them now, no stopping the pleasure erupting between them. Iris can feel his cock beginning to buck and twitch within her, and she knows it's a race to the end. Nothing she does can slow things down now, and with him grabbing her hair and pulling on it to get better leverage, her passions are surging ever higher. She can feel his passion for her, his desire, and the pent up frustration she worked so hard to bring to the forefront of his mind is only making this more intense.
Ash needs her. She knows that, and she can't get enough. He's just as lost in her, anyway. In the tight heat of her body, in finally being able to vent all of his frustrations upon her… he hadn't realized how pent up he was, or that Iris was going out of her way to make that happen. Now, he's just letting his desires guide him, thrusting wildly into her as passion takes control of everything else. There's nothing he can do but keep going, fucking her hard while he pins her down, and she knows that his actions say everything that either of them could possibly voice. She can't move because she belongs to him, his body pins hers, fills her so perfectly, and there's nothing Iris can do to escape it. She is stuck with him, with this, and she enjoys every damn second of it.
She loves being used like this, being his, and taking everything he can give her. When he finally comes, shoving deep inside of her, he grunts. Iris is there, too, and the two of them come together. Not only from the feeling of him thrusting in so deep, but from knowing that he's going to be stuffing her full of his seed. Iris moans out loud, letting her passions echo through the forest around them. The two of them are still lost, of course, but perhaps the clearer heads of the afterglow will allow them to make their way back out.
For Ash, though, that is still a ways away. For him, this is just the start. He's not done yet, far from it. It's payback for everything that Iris said to him, for all she did. Every time she teased him, every time she called him a kid… he's going to pay her back for all of it. Once the two of them are finished, Ash is far from done. He doesn't give himself a second to calm down, instead forcing Iris down on her back and mounting her. He thrusts into the girl, taking her right there on the trail, shoving deep inside of her as her body hits the dirt beneath them.
"Wah, Ash!" she cries out, but she doesn't really make any move to stop him. Her legs spread immediately to let him in, and once he's starting to thrust into her, she doesn't hold back from him. Moaning out for him, begging and pleading for more… she wants this every bit as badly as he does. And he knows it. He knows that she's all his, that she's as addicted to all of this as he is. She's the one pushing him to this point time and time again, driving him into this corner so she can dangle her body in front of him and let him go wild on her. The more she does it, the more aware Ash is of her game… but he can't really understand it.
Even if he can see that this is always how things go, and even if he knows that this must be what Iris wants, it doesn't do him much good. The passion they share, the desire they feel for one another, it takes over everything else in these moments. He can't get enough of her, his hands once more gripping at her hips as he rams in with all his might. The tight heat of her cunt, clamping down around him and clenching on his cock… this is heaven. Perfection. He doesn't want to think of Iris like that, as anything but a nuisance… or at least, that's what he tells himself. Deep down, he knows the truth just as well as she does.
The fact that she can get under his skin so easily, the fact that she can make him want this so badly… that only proves that he cares deeply for her. It's hard to accept that. When they fight and bicker so often, how could they feel that way for one another? But that doesn't stop either of them.
"Your… your cock feels so fucking good," she whines out for him. "Don't stop fucking me, please… I want you so bad!"
"You're so tight," Ash grunts. "You feel so good, I wouldn't stop!"
The two of them have let go of their fight, for now. They are more open about their feelings now, more able to cry out with passion, hitting far closer to the truth more easily than they normally do. The two of them are lost tin one another, and there's no way for them to hold back or slow down now.
"Good! I'm… I'm yours, okay?" Iris moans out, not sure what she's even saying. She didn't want to admit that, didn't want to confess that, even if both of them already knew. Ash doesn't bother saying a word, pushing in for a deep kiss, claiming her mouth with his even as his hips continue their frantic motions, pounding roughly into the girl with all he has. She can't take it. She can't, but she wants it so bad. She doesn't want this to stop, not now, not ever. She wants to keep feeling him inside of her, to feel him thrusting so wildly into her and claiming her and kissing her.
She moans into it, her tongue lolling out into his mouth, but he pushes back with more force, his tongue dancing with hers. The two of them end up coming together, as Iris cries out, breaking the kiss to throw her head back and shriek with sheer pleasure. If anyone happened to be coming along the trails nearby, there's no way they wouldn't hear the primal lust in her voice, the sheer intensity of her climax. Of course, Ash is right there with her, slamming in deep as he erupts into her and lets passion guide him through all of this. His seed fires into her in thick ropes, filling her for a second time, and Iris is left in a daze beneath him. Ash all but collapses onto her, their bodies joined together even now. He doesn't move, just sighs happily.
"Who's a kid now?" he asks, and Iris giggles.
"I guess neither of us are, huh?" she teases back a bit, nuzzling in against her. He pulls out just as he's finishing up, the last few ropes of his seed firing out onto her body. Covering her, leaving her feeling so dirty but so fucking wanted. Iris doesn't know how he can push her this far all the time, making her lose control like this over and over again. But she doesn't really want things to change between them, either. She wants to be able to indulge in him any time she wants, even if it leaves her soaked in both come and sweat. She realizes now, that's exactly what it is.
She does love him. But she loves to tease him, to push him this far and see this side of him. A side only she has ever brought out of him. Her Ash. More so than anyone else's, this is the version of him that only she can bring to the surface. And she loves knowing that she is all his, entirely and totally.