Ash X Female Legendary Pokemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Black flames danced across her hands, tearing at our skin, stealing our breath. "You're strong for mutts," she hissed, "but still beneath me." Ash didn’t answer. He threw himself at her again, but she conjured spikes of dark crystal from the ground, cutting him off. He was fast, dodging, slashing—but she was relentless. We fought like beasts, side by side, our bond fueling us. But even together, she was too much. I saw Ash falter—his leg buckling, a stream of blood from his temple.

"It looks like Anda and Ten are just strolling down some kind of path." "Is Ten in dragon form?" "Yeah. And Anda is now as tall as he is." "Damn. A twenty-foot lady?" Asher said. "You could straight dive in her pussy and probably get lost." The sound of flesh against flesh had me smiling. "Damn, Ransom. You can't say you wouldn't be interested in that." "Kiema having a vagina I could jump into with my whole body? No. Not even a little, you weirdo." "It might help when she has kids," Asher said.

I can't tell Ash about this. "I reject you, Ash Viseron." I heard a young woman's voice say, and suddenly what just happened in the bathroom felt like a mosquito bite compared to the pain Ash was currently feeling. I raced toward him seeing him fall to the floor. He found his mate at the summit alright. Only she didn't want him. The one thing in life he wanted, doesn't want him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She was a small girl. She must have arrived late because I hadn't seen her here earlier. She had strawberry blonde hair and forest green eyes. She was slender, but had nice curves. She was really beautiful and she was meant to be Ash's, but she didn't want that.

Ash leaned in to loudly whisper, “She means she’s a thief. A damn good one, too.” “Oh.” My brows rose in surprise. A thief. Cool. “Was that a compliment I heard coming out of your mouth, Ashley?” the other woman, Aya, asked. Ash blushed a stunning pink and Aya and Nalanie cracked up. I hid a grin behind my hand, content to watch their interaction. “That’s not my fucking name,” Ash said, his tone full of deadly promise. “Whatever, sugar.” Aya’s gaze caught mine. “Welcome to Penumbra where all the guys are dickheads but the girls kick ass. I’m Aya.”

And Gods, the way she tastes, the sweat on her skin when they make love, the wetness that pools between her legs, all of her. He knows Ash feels the same, they love their mate. Every little detail, everything she classes as a flaw, is just another reason to love her. Now she’s a Demigoddess, a Phoenix. Sol’s her ancestor of some sort, and she’s taking it in her stride, for the most part. He feels her tense up, she hands him the phone back and stands to pace. They sit back and watch her as she processes. He can feel her getting angry, then she sighs pinching her nose, and shouts at the ceiling,

He could hear Ashly say: "Thank God, I am getting back in shape. I don't want Alex to hate me; I want to look beautiful for my Alpha." Ashly caressed the slight swell of her cheeks, blushing slightly. "I'm not... I'm not good at this emotional stuff, and I am afraid that I might not be a very goodd mate."Ashly didn't get to finish her sentence because a pair of lightly muscled arms were wrapped around his waist.

“Oh! I got that from sparring this morning against two warriors. I was being a bit sloppy, and my opponent got some good jabs on me. It will go away by tomorrow.” But I continue, “Ok… Then what about the 399 on your left leg?” I cross my arms over my chest giving her a stern look. I have decided I am not letting this go. “What does it matter? It really isn’t any of your business.” Her sudden change of attitude caught me off guard. She steps away back to the microwave, but keeps her back towards me. I can visibly see her shaking slightly. ‘What the fuck did you do! YOU ASSHAT! Asher growls at me. ‘If she tells us to leave, I am never going to let you shift ever again!’

Alisha understood the gravity of this bond, its unbreakable nature and the profound implications it held for Ashier's destiny. Her gaze shifted from Ashier to the sky beyond the window, as if seeking guidance from the heavens themselves. She felt a surge of frustration and anger towards the higher powers, questioning their motives. How could they make a mere human Ashier's mate, and why was this bond designed to be so intense, a bond that could lead to both ecstasy and agony? Alisha's heart ached for Ashier, for the immense challenge he faced in navigating the conflicting desires of his wolf and his own personal desires.

Without looking my way Ash says to me, “I honestly don’t know. I pray she will return to me, but I don’t know if she is strong enough to overpower her mother in that realm.” Wanting to give him some reassurance I say to him, “She is also the daughter of the Alpha King and she is your mate. I am sure she has power within her that is greater than her mother’s.” Ash stayed quiet for a few seconds before he turned and looked at me. It was the first time his eyes moved from the spot where Celeste last stood. “You’re right.” He said as he stood from the steps and I had to wonder what I had said that made him do this.

Xander shifts mid-run, his massive wolf form barreling into the fray. The battle is brutal and swift. I lose myself in the rhythm of combat, my magic intertwining seamlessly with Xander's raw strength. We move as one, covering each other's blind spots, anticipating each other's moves. In another life, we would have made an unstoppable Alpha pair. As the last of the rebels are subdued, I turn to check on Asher. He's bleeding from several wounds, but his eyes burn with a fierce determination. "Thank you," he says, his gaze lingering on me a moment too long.