Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Nack and Psycho Lemon Stories ❯ Touching Night ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: This story is set after the end of the adaptation of Legends of Treasure Island~NAP Style and the epilogue fic, Return of Savage.

Touching Night, A Nack & Psycho Lemon Story

The past few weeks, or days due to returning to the date he left, since he was back in his timeline were exhausting to him.

Rasticore Chaosus Disastervayne, one of the last known of his kind until recently, was at least glad to be back home, to the Order of Ixis despite only being freed since July 1st, to do what he pleased.

And one of the most important things of all, he not only found a way back to his true home, but also...to be with the one person he truly cared once more, home to his own timeline.

Yes, he had a chance to talk a bit with him for a good long while to the past self of his comrade, but...it didn't felt the same. He knew that if he said the entire truth on how he truly felt, as that cat would put it, he would have done something to cause a paradox or worse...end up being rejected. But it didn't matter, he was home and he was glad for it.

The reptilian, the Septarian of Septarsis, one of the surviving two who had made false identities to the Serpentine, locking his room for the night, removed his huge purple cloak, knowing that he needed to relax a bit. He had never worn shirts due to his build and the spikes on his shoulders after all. Cloaks or capes, however, were another story.

The anthropomorphic lizard creature, his species which consist of five different kinds of reptilians of each breed and certain species, crocodile or alligator, dragon, dinosaur, lizard, and most importantly the snake, was merely all but extinct. That trial he was forced to be put on reminded him of that and it made him bitter.

But he was glad to know that there were still other Septarians left, especially the females or otherwise, he and his partner would really HAD been the last two to survive and...

It was kind of sad, he thought, that he never had a chance to tell his crush or the version of his comrade's past self about how he truly felt about...

So he was bi. There had been nothing wrong with it. In fact, it was part of his clan's culture. He even remembered seeing a true threesome couple of two females and a male wedded once. Sometimes a foursome.

Then, there was the fact that had it not been for his comrade, he, like many of his kind, would have been slaughtered by the one person who took his arm and eye. The girl, no the queen in fact, the blue haired queen with diamond cheeks he called...

All of a sudden, he heard a slight moan, interrupting his thoughts. A cat moan.

She's going through that again, I bet, he thought to himself.

The crocodilian reptilian with frills on his head turned to where a hole was located on the wall. One hole only he could reach due to his height. Yes, technically his superior was almost tall, but he himself was a head taller.

Slowly peeking, he looked at what he saw: That cat, Betemesis, the girl who caused this entire fiasco, starting to masturbate.

"Just like the previous night" he muttered quietly.

To be truthful, he had witnessed her first sex with Pew, listening to the sounds of the moans on the night she was first initiated, telling the others earlier that he would be watching some law show he forgot the title of, when in reality, he'd secretly watch a few erotic movies, hoping to be turned on and think about...

It reminded him too much of his comrade, his partner, his only friend and the visions he could ever dream of. How he wished to tell his secret to his crush.

And watching these erotic moments, the erotic sceneries in secret, it was the only way he could dream, the bulge in his pants tightening and him wagging the reptilian tail in eagerness.

Carefully, Rasticore leaned his only eye to the wall, watching as he saw the cat, discarding the robe she was given, dropping it to the floor as he watched carefully, preparing himself to get his frustrations out of the way.

He may have a secret crush on his beloved, but he secretly enjoyed watching other people have sex with one another.

Slowly, Rasticore reached down to the zipper of his blue jeans, preparing to start his night.

***

Recovering from the entire mess wasn't easy. For they have gone through hell throughout their times on Treasure Island and the two dimensions leading to different worlds, at one point, both gaining immmortality after one such incident.

And it lead to them both losing their memories until both had proved themselves against Flint's ghost, recovering all their memories because of Allegro, the Digidestined, and the Freelancers themselves, all those that wanted to befriend him despite him an immortal sorceror pirate.

For when Pew and Betemesis remembered all that they had lost, it was a joyous reunion, despite a minor anger issue.

But it was worth it: Most of the treasure that Flint, formerly Savage, stole had been recovered, the memories have been restored, some deals were made, and they were both finally home: home at the Order of Ixis home. However, both the ring inhabiting Flint's spirit and the artifact that Pew would have taken was gone for good, but he didn't mind. For as long as she was around to be with, he wouldn't mind never seeing again.

For Pew, he had realized that love was more important than the trinket that was gone.

The trinket that nearly cost him everything he had, had it not been for the kindness and love that had influenced those around him.

And since he had faced Savage with his comrades and friends, he no longer feared having his body of scars shown...for now he knew that with his hated enemy gone for good, he no longer feared the scars.

That night, Pew, having used his robe to cover Betemesis' bare top after that ghost fiasco earlier that day, had entered back into his bedroom, skipping the tea he needed to help sleep, to probably rest from the horrors that had happened when...

The blind rat with golden eyes heard her, heard her moaning and gasping, just like when...

Slowly, he approached her, trying to watch where she was at as he felt the objects around, trying to be as careful as possible before sitting next to her on his bed.

As he heard the moans and groans, the blind rat was reminded of the times he would secretly find her, to masturbate, to touch himself in order to cum back in the 1770s and the time he spent in Camelot's world.

Patting the bulge slowly rising in his blue pants, Pew continued to listen to the female, knowing that despite her a cat and he a rat with blindness, they were perfect for each other.

Betemesis groaned and moaned, no longer taking any holding backs. She thought she had a few moments to herself, touching herself and imagining the blind rat touching her...

She opened her eyes as she saw Pew nearby sitting next to her on his bed, gasping a bit and looking meekly, the cat caught with her hand in her pants.

"Uh Pew!" she spoke with a nervous tone, "Uh I thought...I didn't know that...uh, you usually drink tea before bed."

"I'm skipping the tea this time," he said calmly to her, "and don't act up. I know what you are doing."

The cat looked down, Betemesis looking guilty and filled with shame, knowing she was in trouble.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to uh well..." she tried to speak before the rat finger touched her mouth, stopping her from speaking.

Pew only grinned, "I never said you are allowed to stop if you are that desperate."

Betemesis blushed a bit more, more nervous and horny toward him, tail swishing wildly.

She then felt his hands touch her cheeks, slowly closing in on her face and calmly smiling, "Perhaps I should assist you on this..."

Pew planted a kiss, the kiss that he wanted to give her for so long, too long in fact, for it seemed only like yesterday to him that all this mess happen, and yet it actually happened almost three days ago his time.

It didn't matter, though, for he had hoped that she would enjoy what he was going to give her, despite his blindness.

The rat who had confessed his love, knowing the entire truth thanks to his restored memories with true emotions, slowly kissed his cat love, moaning as he did so.

Both moaned softly, the topless female using her free hand, petting the topless male's head, his pointy cut marked rat ears twitching. The two, moaning softly, knew this was to be...

Tongues entering one another's mouth, Pew pulled Betemesis down to his bed, the cat on top of the hunched fat rat and was proud of it.

Neither of them wanted this love of theirs to end, both wanting to...

Slowly, they broke the kiss softly, opening their eyes with eyes glancing to one another. No longer had he used his hypnosis on his one true love, even though she was now protected from it. To be truthful, he didn't want to risk it again, even if she wasn't protected.

In a sultry voice, Pew asked the girl, "Tell me...since our last sex, how long have you been this horny?"

He softly patted her bulged blue jeans with her hand still within and digging inside, making her softly moan softly.

"Since May 27th, 1776...the day you met me when I saved your life." she admitted, speaking in moans as she kept rubbing, "But I wanted to know you first...and even then, every day that I looked at you, every day I was near you, and every day I felt you close to me...I fell more and more in love with you."

The golden eye rat started to drool a bit, hearing her moans of masturbation, just like when...

Pew slowly pulled out her wet hand, licking the pre-cum from her fingers. Afterward, she watched him rub her cameltoe, causing her to moan even more, the cat rubbing and pinching her tits.

"And every time I take a swim or bathe," she continued while blushing, "even though I clean myself, I'd think of you, naked and humping me. So much, that I would find a spot...rub my exposed breasts and dig in my clit, jeans or not, wanting to cum and..."

Pew nodded, sighing a bit as he found out the truth, speaking, "I see...if we are to be honest, when our hands touched the first time in that time of 1776, then again when I rescued you from Agent Smith a few weeks ago...I started having these crushes on you and well..."

He held her free hand, continuing, "Whenever you took your bathing in the island, I would secretly find you, hearing you moaning and groaning, saying my name as you'd masturbate topless or naked, depending on your mood that day. Though I cannot see...I could just imagine what you do..."

The rat felt the cat's hand rubbing his clothed bulge softly as he moaned, continuing, "And when that happens...I too get horny in secret, discarding my robe if I wear it at the time, and opening my blue pants, throbbing my penis to cum while imagining your beautiful naked body humping me."

"And when you could see for a short time...back in Camelot at Haggard's Castle?"

"Well, I did get a good look at your naked body twice," he shrugged admittedly.

"And you still touch yourself anyhow?"

"I did, Betemesis. However...I don't see you as a sex object, despite you very sexy and beautiful...I see you as a person who cares and does what she needs to. I do like it when you're topless or naked around me...your hard tits erect, you fingering yourself...you moaning my name while I throbbed."

Both blushed a bit bashfully, the she cat speaking, "Maybe...maybe one day, I'll help you find a way to see again."

"That would be nice." The male rat said to her, "It would be also nice to see your beautiful naked body up close one day...even if the only way I can see it is if we both dreamt together."

Then, he began lying her down alongside himself as he slowly inserted his own hand into her blue jeans, starting to slowly rub as she moaned.

"Mmmm, I want this..." she muttered, her eyes half closed and feeling the claw at the tip of his middle finger going inside carefully.

Betemesis blushed, feeling Pew digging and rubbing inside her pants with one hand and his other hand grabbing her left breast, which her tits were erect.

She felt Pew kissing the breast he grabbed, speaking, "So nothing under your pants? Good. And besides, I think I prefer you in nothing, but those pants you wear when we're alone together. You do look fucking sexy in them after all."

"You too, Pew..." she moaned as she felt the rat's tongue licking her left breast.

She gasped and moaned softly with a smile, Pew's front teeth slowly raking her hard tit with his other hand continuing to dig more and more into her jeans.

"Mmmm, Pew..." she said with a moan.

The blue rat suckled and licked more and more, making her gasp with intensity and pinching her unlicked tit, meowing with pleasure.

"Oh god, Pew, yes!" She mewed, starting to sweat from what he was doing.

He stopped for a moment, speaking, "Wait...let me try something..."

The rat lifted the she cat, taking his hand out of her pants and licking his cummed fingers. He had wanted to try it ever since the previous day that Pew's crush before his full restored memories came back.

Pew grabbed her ass and began thrusting, slowly humping and grinding, the bulge of his rising as he panted, the rat tongue of his out and his thick tail wagging like a dog.

Groaning and moaning, Betemesis could feel her cameltoe grinding from Pew's bulge, both groaning and moaning as he humped more and more. Both grinding in their sexy blue pants they still wore, and she loved every moment of it.

"Unnnh Pew!" Betemesis shouted, "I love this kinky fetish! More, please!!"

Both moaned groaned louder and louder in pleasure, neither one wanting to stop, both eager to continue with the cat, breasts bouncing up and down through each thrust, watching her rat continuing to hump as he groped her jeans ass.

"Tell me, do you prefer the company of a muscular cat, working eyes, no disabilities, and a gentleman to boot?" he asked her while panting.

"No," she confessed through moans, "I prefer a hunched blue rat with a fat belly, a big fat thick tail, golden glowing eyes even if he cannot see with them, who is part wolf, and who is very beastly, especially in pants like yours."

He chuckled a bit, petting as he humped and moaned more, more eager to continue.

"And my eyes...do you prefer them blue...or gold?" he panted to her, the golden eye rat smiling lustfully.

"While your blue eyes were wondrous, I think gold fits you more. They make you more attractive this way." she groaned in a sultry tone, rubbing his fat belly as he groaned, "Especially when they glow."

"And tell me, am I sexy beast doing this with you, beastly instincts humping you this way?"

"Yes...very much so. Just do me a favor: don't ever change your looks, my beastly Pewy."

She groaned more and more, breasts bouncing more and tits pinching with each topless pants grinding hump they had, the cat and rat blushing.

But she wanted more, she wanted to keep going.

With a swift motion, she grabbed his belt, slowly unbuckling it and letting it fall to the floor. Pew blushed, smiling as the panting humping rat felt her tug the top button of his pants. The only button hiding what she wanted to see and he knew of it.

"Beg...beg for my penis..." he spoke softly to her.

"Please...I want it." she begged, "I want you inside..."

"Then allow me to take care of...this!"

He pulled her legs apart, using his claw to cut a piece of the cloth that hid her cameltoed clit, careful not to damage her. He then pulled the fabric apart, showing her entire pussy, wet and moist as she gasped, blushing at what he was doing.

"I'll use my transmutation and the extra buttons to repair your pants later, my love." Pew chuckled, still with horny thoughts, "But for now...it's time to take care of this."

In a swift motion, Pew popped his button off his pants, showing his hard dick, the penis that she eagerly wanted with him rubbing it.

"You want this, don'tcha?" he smirked.

"I do..." she begged more.

The rat chuckled, rubbing his hard member, grinning as he did so. Both needed it, both were in heat, and both were in love. The warm emotion that Pew knew he wanted to keep alongside her.

"After that summer back in the past with me...before I realized..." he grinned, patting where her pussy was as he went closer, "I wish I had told you the truth sooner, even if it would cause a paradox as that IQ fellow would put it."

"Pew, please...I want you inside...I want you to cum in me...I want this now."

"Very well, my love."

"And please...say it again...say your confession to me once more."

"Of course, Betemesis...I love you...I always had...and I always will."

The rat slowly inserted his dick into her, causing her to gasp and moan loudly. She continued moaning and bucking as he humped, both blushing as they kept going.

She had missed his hard member inside her that entire summer and all that time stuck in the past, not risking her chances back in the past, it was worth the wait in her own timeline.

Both cat and rat gasped and groaned loudly, the female being humped by her rat love, moaning with breasts bouncing up and down, blushing as the humping continued.

"Unnnh Pew..." she moaned loudly, her tail twitching as she began to sweat.

Pew thrusted and humped, moaning and groaning loudly, holding her as he continued humping. The blue rat with blind golden eyes panting as he kept going.

The sounds of the cat moans were music to his pointy notched ears.

Thrusting and groaning, Pew held her as he thrusted faster and faster, his beastly instincts that he still kept, even after his memories were restored, taking over as he humped his love.

"Mmmm, so tight," he spoke loudly, sweating and gasping while thrusting.

"Pew...more...more!" she started screaming, feeling his member pushing further and further into her.

Pew groaned loudly, thrusting hard with Betemesis continuing to buck and moan, feeling his member pushing in further, the two gasping more and more.

Both wanted it, both needed it, and neither want their love of theirs to end.

Finally, Pew shot into her, cumming inside her womb as she meowed, the rat pulling out his dick with the remains spraying on to her face and breasts.

Licking some of the cum from her face, she smiled to Pew. Looking at his golden eyes, both blushed more, the rat smiling warmly to her.

She had seen him die from Batula, Nack, & Jane's attack, but was glad that Nack actually found a way for him to come back the previous year they were in now. For when he died before she returned home and saw him again, alive and well, still the physically same rat as he was years ago, she had missed him and she had been heartbroken on the fact that, what everyone else believed, neither of them would have ever worked on a relationship like them in love.

Betemesis knew that as of this night, everyone who had doubted that it would ever work was wrong. Pew loved her for who she was. And she never wanted to let Pew die like that ever again.

The blue rat patted her hair gently with his fingers running through it, delighted that he had someone close to him, who knew and respected him, who cared for him, and who loved him for who he was.

For all the misery that he had to endure through life, losing a sister figure, having to be Savage's abused cabin boy, being an immortal without sight to a bunch of other immortals that only think for themselves, and to being with 1700s pirates who only knew of greed and lust, he was perhaps thankful that she came into his life.

Both tongue kissed once more, moaning as they held one another, blushing as they moaned with the rat turning around, her lying on top of him as he held her tightly.

Breaking the kiss slowly, the two's tails wagged happily with the cat smirking a bit pervy. The she cat feeling that it was all worth it.

"I'm glad Allegro, the others and I restored all your lost memories as of mine." she said with a smile, "And what you did over there in Shantae's place...it was very brave of what you did."

"Having lost the rest of my memories, then all of them restored by my Order members, the Freelancers, and especially you" he began, "was all worth remembering everything again."

He nuzzled her, continuing, "Believe me...I do not ever want to lose any of them nor you ever again..."

Pew, the blind rat who had been immortal for years, finally had everything he needed, for when the day comes, he would make the cat with mixed hair colors his wife and have what had been missing for years in his life...a family.

Perhaps someday, was all he thought as Pew felt Betemesis' hand petting him for a moment.

After a moment, he kissed her ear as the rat softly whispered, "I'm still horny...Shall we go for round two?"

That only made her grin, holding his head to her direction as she smirked, "Do you need to ask?"

***

"Do you need to ask, indeed," he quietly muttered.

Rasticore, moaning loudly and throbbing the hardened member out of his jeans, blushed and gasped, closing his only eye, the frills flapped up in excitement..

"Yes...keep it up," he said quietly, trying to not be caught.

He continued to watch as he watched the couple through the hole, both nude now with Pew thrusting into Betemesis like a wolf.

He listened to the cat gasping loudly from the rat's thrusts, him penetrating her walls from the beastly humps he could give her.

Rasticore groaned quietly, backing away from the scene as his pants started to slide from him slightly.

The crocodilian throbbed more as he sat on the bed, gasping and groaning, blushing as his tail wagged wildly.

The reptilian tongue hung out as he breathed heavily, his lungs on his muscular chest panting as he did this.

"Ungh...cum, please...just cum!" he spoke out a bit.

He heard the two scream loudly, the sounds of their release in another room, knowing that Pew and Betemesis had both made their mark to one another, the crocodilian turned even more by their screams of pleasure.

After a few moments, the white goo from the throbbing dick sprayed, squirting to the ground and covering his chest with some of it.

"This...this will have to do..." he quietly spoke, licking the dripping cum on his organic hand.

Slowly, he licked the hand, wishing that it was his partner's instead of his. Maybe one day, but for now...

"Not too bad, you two..." he grinned a bit, preparing to stand, "Not bad indeed."

The Septarian got up, his blue jeans finally dropped to the ground with him slipping out of his boots, the aching clawed feet with one claw on the heel each breathing free from the confined clothing. Rasticore stretched a bit slightly, trying to keep himself in shape for a moment.

Then, he went to his bathroom, probably to relax for once after all that had happened. In the end, he thought, it was worth it perhaps.

To be honest, Rasticore thought the cat and rat were an interesting couple. And yes, he did have some doubts, and yes he did try to backstab despite his secret reluctance when working for Lyric, but the reptilian probably didn't mind.

He probably wouldn't have minded either or...

It was then he realized: His secret crush had planned for them together all this time, but why? To bring an end to the Order both had despised? To have him tease the alternate dimensional Septarian creature? Or perhaps something more?

Perhaps it was best to let things work out. After all, it wasn't any of his business to meddle on the rat's personal space, for Rasticore, one of the last two of his kind 'til recently, had other things on his mind, one of them being the crush he had he had hoped to confess one day.

As he got into the tub, the Septarian with frills only grinned, "Maybe...maybe one day, I'll tell you how I feel...Toffee..."

End