Pokemon: Reincarnated as ash live my life with adventures

The moon hung low over the secluded beach, its silvery light filtering through the gauzy curtains of a private cottage nestled among swaying palms. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of saltwater and the heady musk of desire.

The rhythmic crash of waves outside was a sensual underscore to the scene unfolding within, where Ash, a young man with tousled black hair and a lean, toned physique, found himself at the mercy of three breathtaking women—Misty, Cynthia, and Sabrina.

Their laughter and teasing whispers filled the room, setting the stage for a night of unbridled passion that could rival the most vivid hentai fantasies.

Cynthia, the sultry blonde with curves that seemed sculpted by a divine hand, straddled Ash's lap, her thighs pressing against his hips as she gazed into his dark eyes with a playful smirk.

"You're in trouble tonight, Ash," she purred, her voice dripping with promise as she ran her manicured fingers through his hair, tugging gently to tilt his head back.

Her touch was both tender and commanding, and Ash's breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "We're not letting you sleep until we're satisfied."

Ash had a smirk, his hands instinctively finding Cynthia's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her lacy black panties.

"You three are gonna be the death of me," he managed, his voice husky with anticipation.

He squeezed her rear, eliciting a soft gasp from Cynthia, who retaliated by clenching her hands in his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan.

On his left, Misty, the fiery redhead with a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes, pressed herself closer, her ample breasts brushing against his arm.

Her lips found his neck, leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses that sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh, we're just getting started, Ash," she teased, her tongue flicking against his skin before she nipped playfully, drawing a soft hiss from him.

"You've been teasing us all day on the beach, flexing those muscles. Now it's our turn."

Sabrina, the enigmatic brunette with a sultry aura, mirrored Misty's actions on Ash's right.

Her violet eyes sparkled with intent as she kissed along his shoulder, her hands roaming his chest, nails grazing his skin just enough to leave faint red lines. "You're so cute when you're overwhelmed," she murmured, her voice low and velvety.

"Let's see how much you can handle, husband."

Ash's head spun as the three women's touches and words enveloped him.

Cynthia's lips crashed against his in a sloppy, heated kiss, her tongue coiling with his in a dance that left them both breathless.

Her moans were muffled against his mouth as his hands roamed her rear, slipping beneath her panties to knead her bare flesh.

The sensation of her soft, warm skin under his palms drove him wild, and he gripped her harder, eliciting a delighted squeal from Cynthia.

"Mmmph!" Cynthia's moan vibrated against his lips, her body arching into his touch.

She broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips, her cheeks flushed and eyes hazy with desire.

"You're so greedy, Ash," she teased, leaning in to steal another quick kiss, snapping the saliva thread.

Her hands slid down his chest, nails scraping lightly, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Misty and Sabrina weren't idle.

Misty's kisses grew more fervent, her teeth grazing his collarbone as she whispered, "You taste so good, Ash. I could do this all night." Sabrina's lips curled into a smirk as she sucked gently on his shoulder, leaving a faint mark.

"Look at him, Misty," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.

"He's already falling apart, and we haven't even gotten to the good part."

Ash's hands wandered, one leaving Cynthia's rear to find Sabrina's plush curves.

He squeezed her firmly, drawing a soft moan from her.

"You three are gonna drive me insane," he groaned, his voice thick with need.

Misty seized the opportunity, capturing his lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

Her arms looped around his neck, her body pressing fully against his as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with fervor.

Cynthia, undeterred, trailed kisses down Ash's chest, her tongue circling one nipple while her hand teased the other.

"You're so sensitive here," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.

Her free hand wandered lower, brushing against his hardened length, which strained against his shorts, pressing against her belly.

Ash's body stiffened, and Cynthia's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Oh, someone's excited."

Misty broke their kiss with a wet pop, her lips glistening as she gazed at Ash with a predatory glint.

The three women exchanged a look, their smiles mirroring each other—sultry, knowing, and filled with intent.

"Let's make him beg tonight," Sabrina suggested, her voice a low purr that sent a thrill through Ash's core.

"Oh, he will," Cynthia promised, her eyes locked on Ash's. "Won't you, Ash?"

Ash could only nod, his heart pounding as the three women closed in, their touches and whispers promising a night he'd never forget.

The scene shifted as Ash lay back on the cottage's plush bed, the scent of sea air mingling with the intoxicating aroma of their shared desire.

Misty and Sabrina flanked him, their breasts tantalizingly close to his face, their skin flushed with arousal.

Cynthia knelt between his legs, her hands deftly freeing his length from his shorts. She stroked him slowly, her touch deliberate, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Look at you, Ash," Cynthia cooed, her voice dripping with honey. "So hard for us already."

She spat into her palm, slicking his length to ease her movements, the wet sound of her strokes filling the room.

Ash's hips bucked slightly, and Cynthia chuckled. "Patience, love. We're gonna take good care of you."

Ash couldn't resist the sight before him.

He leaned forward, burying his face in the valley of Misty and Sabrina's breasts, his lips and tongue lavishing attention on their soft skin.

"You two are too much," he mumbled against them, his voice muffled as he alternated between them, suckling gently.

Misty let out a soft moan, her hands tangling in his hair, pressing him closer.

"You're such a good boy, Ash," Misty praised, her voice breathy.

"Keep going, just like that." Sabrina's fingers traced his jaw, guiding him to her breast.

"Don't neglect me, husband," she teased, her tone playful but laced with need.

Cynthia's strokes grew more rhythmic, her thumb circling his tip, drawing a low groan from Ash.

The thought of dominating him, of reducing him to a pleading mess, sent a rush of heat through her.

"I can't wait to see you beg, Ash," she murmured, her voice trembling with excitement.

A shiver ran through her, a mini-orgasm rippling through her body at the fantasy. Three against one—surely he'd be overwhelmed.

Cynthia's lips trailed down Ash's length, each kiss slow and tantalizing, her bright red lipstick leaving vivid marks along his skin.

She nipped lightly, drawing soft gasps from him, then sucked gently, savoring his reactions.

"You're so delicious, Ash," she whispered, her breath hot against him.

She fantasized about him, disheveled and covered in her marks, gazing up at her with pleading eyes as she rode him relentlessly.

The thought nearly pushed her over the edge, but she held back, determined to prolong the torment.

Reaching his scrotum, Cynthia buried her nose in his skin, inhaling his intoxicating scent—a heady mix of nature, sweat, and something uniquely Ash.

"How do you smell so good?" she mumbled, her voice muffled as she took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently while stroking him rhythmically.

Drool slipped from her lips, coating him as she switched to the other side. His length twitched in her hand, a clear sign of his enjoyment.

"I want to taste you so bad," Cynthia admitted, her voice thick with desire.

"But I'm gonna make you wait." She glanced up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You like that, don't you?"

Ash groaned, his head falling back against the pillows.

"You're killing me, Cynthia," he managed, his voice strained.

Misty and Sabrina giggled, their hands roaming his chest, pressing their breasts closer to his face.

"He's so cute when he's desperate," Sabrina remarked, her lips brushing his ear. Misty nodded, her fingers tracing his abs.

"Let's see how much more he can take."

The cottage filled with wet sounds as Ash's length was enveloped by Misty and Sabrina's breasts, their softness creating a slick, heavenly friction.

They moved in sync, their tongues occasionally flicking against him, drawing moans from deep within his chest.

Cynthia, meanwhile, rode his face, gripping the headboard as his tongue explored her depths. His hands clawed at her rear, pulling her deeper, and she threw her head back with a loud moan, grinding against him.

"Ohhh, Ash!" Cynthia cried, her voice echoing in the room.

"You're so good with your tongue!" Her hips moved faster, chasing the pleasure building within her.

Ash's muffled groans vibrated against her, sending sparks through her body.

Misty and Sabrina's movements grew more fervent, the schlick of their breasts echoing.

"You're twitching so much, Ash," Misty teased, her tongue circling his tip. Sabrina licked along his exposed length, her eyes locked on his.

"Don't hold back, husband," she urged, her voice sultry.

Ash fought to maintain control, the dual sensation of their tongues and the softness enveloping him pushing him to the brink.

"I'm gonna—" he started, but his words were cut off by a groan as Misty engulfed his tip, swallowing his release with a satisfied hum.

Sabrina took over, savoring the warm rush as some spilled onto their faces and chests. Both women eyed his reviving length with greedy anticipation.

"Already hard again?" Sabrina teased, licking her lips.

Misty grinned, wiping a drop from her cheek. "We're gonna milk you dry tonight, Ash."

The room resonated with the plap of flesh and Misty's fervent moans as she rode Ash with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing enticingly.

Sabrina sat on his face, her hips gyrating as his tongue caressed her insides. She closed her eyes tightly, her lips forming an O as she let out silent moans.

Cynthia lay beside them, using Ash's fingers to pleasure herself, pinching her nipples as his curling digits sent her spiraling.

"Look at Misty," Cynthia gasped, her voice thick with arousal.

"She's so sexy like that." Her gaze lingered on Misty's blissful expression, her own desire surging at the thought of taking her place.

"I want you to pound me like that, Ash," she whispered, her fingers tightening around his.

Misty's moans grew louder, her movements more frantic.

"Ash, you feel so good!" she cried, her hands bracing against his chest. Sabrina's hips bucked, her breath hitching.

"Don't stop, husband," she pleaded, her voice trembling.

Cynthia's loud moan filled the air as Ash pounded into her from behind, his grip on her hips unyielding.

The plap of his thighs against her rear drove her wild, amplified by the sight of Misty and Sabrina making out passionately, their tongues entwining as they pressed against Ash.

"Harder, Ash!" Cynthia begged, her voice raw with need.

"I want more!"

Ash grunted, his pace quickening, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body.

"You're so tight, Cynthia," he growled, his hands tightening on her hips.

Misty and Sabrina's kisses grew more fervent, their hands roaming each other's bodies, adding to the erotic symphony.

Ash had Sabrina pinned in a mating press, her teeth grazing his shoulder to muffle her moans.

Her insides molded to him, each thrust sending her closer to oblivion.

"Husband! Breed me!" she slurred, her face contorted in an ahegao expression, her tongue lolling out.

Ash growled her name, his pace quickening until he buried himself deep, filling her with a shuddering release.

"Aaaaanghh!" Sabrina's moan echoed as she came, her body going limp.

With a wet plop, Ash withdrew, his essence trickling from her.

He pulled Misty close, guiding her mouth to his length.

She complied eagerly, sucking him off as he gripped her hair. Cynthia seized the moment, kissing Ash fiercely, their tongues dancing.

Sabrina, still trembling, joined Misty, their combined efforts ensuring their husband was thoroughly cared for.

"You're ours tonight, Ash," Sabrina murmured, her voice soft but firm. Misty nodded, her lips glistening.

"All ours."

The night stretched on, the cottage a haven of passion and pleasure.

The four lovers moved as one, their bodies and desires intertwined, each moment more intense than the last.

The waves outside continued their eternal dance, a fitting backdrop to the tides of ecstasy within.