Guardian of Love

Guardian of Love

From the moment that Knuckles woke, he knew it was going to be one of those days. Not bad, and there hadn't been a good day as long as he could remember, but definitely different. In his line of work, different was bad. Very bad. Rapidly approaching end of the world bad. So, in a roundabout sort of way, it was going to be a bad day. Knuckles hated those kinds of days.

They all started out the same. Hell, everyday started out the same. Wake up, grab some fruit for breakfast, and begin his daily exercise/patrol of Angel Island. Everything was going well at first.

Sky Sanctuary and Ice Cap were always avoided by the few intruders that arrived on the island, and Hydrocity was thankfully clear of any blockages that might hold up the vital flow of water throughout his home. Sandopolis didn't need to be checked. Whatever Sonic had released when he had passed through the sandy pyramids still roamed throughout the desert wasteland. Knuckles had not stepped foot in any of the ancient structures for some time, though he kept telling himself the reason was that the ghosts would take care of any intruders, and not that he himself was petrified of said apparitions.

Marble Garden and Mushroom Forest are where the problems always start. They have plenty of places to hide, and cover the majority of the island. Of course, this is where the day took a turn for the worse.

Knuckles was removing the last few bits of gravel from a boulder he had pulverized when he happened to glimpse a shadow flit past. Luckily for him, he was fast enough to trace the shadows flight across the ground, and it's owner. He was off like a shot, racing across open land, and busting down obstacles without missing a beat when they hindered his path. He snuck a few glances upward to verify his suspicions in between busting pillars, and his brow furrowed when he confirmed the object of his dash.

Rouge Batte, treasure hunter and special agent for the US CIA flew inches above the marble columns, flitting in and out of view as Knuckles ran. She was heading straight for Ice Cap, or more specifically the entrance to the Lava Reef at the base of the mountain. Fortunately, Mushroom Forest was coming up, where Knuckles could easily reach her height off a mushroom and hopefully catch the intruder before this became a drawn out chase.

As the pursuit entered a more fungal local, his quarry disappeared from sight above the mushroom tops. One bounce off a giant mushroom later, and Knuckles was gliding above the forest, eyes searching for the bat. Only open sky, however, was within sight. A growl reverberated through Knuckles throat as he traveled toward the center of the island. It looked like the chase had turned into a race, with the finish line being the Secret Palace.

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Bursting into the lava tubes below the mountain, Knuckles quickly disabled the palace safeguards, as Rouge had already circumvented them before. She could also fly, so the traps were more likely to slow down Knuckles than her.

A quick run later, and he was facing the cornerstone of his existence. The Master Emerald sat balanced on it's point, no other support necessary for the boulder-sized gem. The warm green light it emanated filled the room, leaving no room for shadows. Rouge didn't need any.

Before he knew what happened, Knuckles was on his knees, his arms pulled high above his head. After a split second of shock, he tried to break the hold upon him, but found that his struggles were useless. Knuckles could feel soft leather pushing into his neck, and the same feeling on his triceps.

“How is my full nelson Knucklehead?”

The taunt filled him with rage, but he quickly quelled the murderous feeling. Anger would be of no use against this thief. He gathered himself for a few moments and began to stand, but his captor quickly cut off that route of escape.

Two swift jabs with her stiletto heels and Knuckles couldn't feel his legs. A swift cry of pain fought its way up his throat.

“Sorry 'bout that, but we can't have you escaping, not before the fun begins.”

Knuckles kept quiet. The bat held all the cards at this point, and talking would be pointless. If he could just move and touch the emerald, this would be all over in a second. The thing was less than three feet away, but he couldn't move an inch closer to it. Knuckles train of thought jumped the track, however, when his captor spoke again.

“Why so quiet Knuxie? Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?”

Knuckles sighed. If all this woman wanted to do was talk, then why did she have to come to him? And since when did she start calling him Knuxie?

“You are here to take the Master Emerald and prove once and for all that you are the greatest treasure hunter to have every graced this world.”

Her tinkling laugh met his ears after he had recited her usual speech that she gave whenever she made claims to the emerald.

“Oh, you are so cute when you try to think! But you're wrong this time, Red. I am not after that over-sized gem, though it is pretty to look at. My target is something even more unique.”

Knuckles snorted at that. If nothing else, this woman did have a sense of humor. At that crazy thought, he finally broke his silence.

“Who are you trying to fool, batgirl? What can be more valuable to you, a self-professed jewel thief, than an emerald that contains more power than the sun?”

“Oh, you would think so. But the prize for today is a relic from a lost civilization, one-of-a-kind, in fact.”

What was taking so long? She never led him on like this. But of course, that might have something to do with the fact that she had never pinned him like this either. A punch to the face generally halted conversation.

“Just cut to the chase already! What do you want?”

After she shifted around behind him for a few seconds, Knuckles felt her lean forward, pushing her generous chest up against his back. Even through her cat-suit, he could feel Rouge's most noticeable assets.

Suddenly, her lips were up against his ear. He could feel her warm breath through his dreadlocks. Sweat began to form on his forehead.

“You.”

He was suddenly supporting some more weight, though his attention was focused on whatever was snaking around his waist. Somehow, the bat had managed to shed her boots, and was now wrapping herself around him!

Knuckles tried to keep the firm tone in his voice, but a quaver somehow managed to sneak itself into his speech.

“Uh, Rouge, what are you doing?!”

She responded by licking his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“Shhh, just let it happpen. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.”

Her sultry tone did little to help him relax. He could feel the sweat starting to bead on his forehead.

Knuckles gasped when her feet began to rub at his crotch. As his member began to emerge, Rouge's feet quickly went to work bringing it to full mast. She quickly got into a rhythm, quieting any words her captive was trying to voice against this treatment, other than the frequent moans rumbling up in his chest.

The echidna was breathless in her grasp. He had never felt anything like this! Any thoughts of escape quickly left him as she increased the tempo.

A predatory smile found its way to Rouge's lips as Knuckles began thrusting into the arches of her feet. All resistance had left him by this point. She fearlessly released her submission hold upon him, dropped to her knees, wrapped a hand around his throbbing member, and caught him around the chest, all in the same motion. Just as she thought, his arms dropped limply to his side, though that was partly due to lack of circulation.

Quickly discarding her gloves, her hand began pumping him relentlessly. Rouge's empty hand quickly went to work on his muscular torso, tracing the mountains and valleys of his chiseled abs and chest. The bat leaned forward and began to play with his earlobe, nipping and sucking, enticing her prey to the best of her abilities.

A couple more minutes of her treatment, and the echidna lost what little rhythm he had and jabbed wildly into her hand. In response, the bat's less occupied hand flew down to cup his jumping testicles. She played with them a few moments to build a little tension, then gave them a little squeeze.

As if she had pulled a trigger, Knuckles' back arched and his head flew up to stare without sight at the ceiling. Rouge just kept pumping his jumping cock, watching as his semen flew to stick to one of the many facets of the Master Emerald.

She let him collapse forward to catch himself on his fists, and watched a few moments a he panted, trying to catch his wayward breath. A smile on her face, she turned her back to him and began to quickly undress herself. Unbeknown to either of them, a pulse of light ran through the glinting emerald before it resumed its steady glow.

Knuckles knew not how long he lay there, only that it felt like an eternity. He could swear he was on fire! Every single nerve in his entire body was tingling delightfully. The only urge in his body was an indescribable want...no, need for more.

“Yoohoo, Knuxie! Ready for round two?”

An unbidden thought popped up in Knuckles brain, bringing a smirk to his lips.

She had better be ready for the whole nine innings.

He abruptly raised his head, resting his sights upon the top of the emerald, where Rouge lay, her head lackadaisically leaning over the side to peer at his quaking form. When they made eye contact, however, he saw her shiver slightly, and he swore he saw the seductress blush!

The powerful echidna slowly rose to his feet, making sure to stretch his abs and puff out his chest as much as possible. Even though he hadn't had any control of body during her...um...handling of him, he had noticed how fixated she had been on his muscles. His reward was the slight panting he could hear and see Rouge beginning to develop.

Quickly discarding his gloves and shoes next to the catsuit, Knuckles leapt onto the top of the Master Emerald. Once again, the power of the Controller allowed it to remain unfazed by the extra force being applied to it and it remained perfectly poised.

He paused for a moment, and simply observed the treasures of the flesh that had been revealed to him this day. Rouge had rolled over and propped herself on her elbows, an added bonus being that it also pushed out her generous chest. A blush quickly found its way to his cheeks, so he tore his eyes away and focused upon her shapely legs. He decided that they looked much better when they weren't covered in leather flying towards his face to break his skull. His eyes wandered higher once more and found themselves staring at the v between her legs and, another blush tinting his cheeks, he shot back up to her face.

She wore a sweet smile upon her face as she gently pulled him down till he was straddling her waist, his member resting upon her stomach. Rouge pushed herself up till her face was next to his his, gave his ear another lick, and whispered.

“I want to see how good you are at...”, another lick,”...pleasing a woman before we move onto the main event. Now, I'm guessing this is all new to you, so I'll help you along as best I can, but don't expect me to do all the work.”

Knuckles audibly gulped. Although she was right, a subconscious part of the echidna's psyche realized that any pleasure it's partner derived from his action would likely be repaid and then some once this 'main event' came about.

At seeing his hesitation, Rouge grabbed one of his hands and guided it to her breast. Upon contact with the soft flesh, Knuckles jumped and blushed deeply, though he quickly overcame his shock and took control of his hand from the bat.

He couldn't believe how amazing these globes of peach colored skin were! No matter what he did with them, they seemed to bounce right back into their original shape. Quickly remembering the purpose of his actions, Knuckles set about trying everything he could to bring the bat under his control, as she had him only minutes ago.

As he studiously watched her face, he began to experiment with her chest. Tweaking, squeezing, pinching, all options were employed and quickly discarded when she seemed to be waiting for...something. Knuckles decided that his hands were not the solution to this conundrum and lowered his face to her bosom. As he neared, her nipples seemed to jut out in expectation, and he was suddenly seized by the urge to bring the pink cap to his mouth. Quite to his delight, the body below him jumped when his mouth closed and sucked upon the jutting pink flesh.

He quickly switched over to the other breast when he began to feel Rouge settle, and once again she started. He kept this routine up, of sucking until she began adapt, then quickly setting her on edge again. Only when she curled her fingers into his dreadlocks did he stop and look up at her.

A smile still gracing her lips, she gently pushed on his shoulders, urging him lower. He saw a slight look of desperation flit through her eyes, but it was quickly gone. All the same however, it proved that he was at least doing something right.

His mouth seemed to be doing the best things for him at the moment, so he trailed kisses from her cleavage down her stomach, to come face to crotch with his lover. Moments quickly became seconds as he sweated, lacking the courage to risk messing this up. Knuckles felt a hand upon his his chin, guiding sight upwards till it met Rouge's face once more.

“You're doing great. Just do what comes naturally.”

The bat's sweet smile gave Knuckle's a little bit more courage, and he dropped his gaze once more to the matter at hand... er, face. Once again, he started by letting his hands do the talking, much like he did with anything he didn't understand. He knew the basics of female anatomy, thanks almost entirely to Sonic and the crudeness of the world below. His gentle ministrations, however, were not enough to appease the appetite of the bat below him. In between her pants and moans, he managed to pick out a little bit of speech.

“Use...*pant*...your tongue...*moan*.”

Not wanting to upset or leave his lover unsatisfied, he did as he was told. Fortunately for Rouge, echidnas are anteaters. As Knuckles began to feel his way around the woman underneath him, he pulled back to see just what effect he was having upon her. If all his blood wasn't currently located in his other head, Knuckles might have found the sight before him slightly amusing.

Rouge seemed to have passed beyond words, or bodily control for that matter. She was babbling incoherently and squirming around as Knuckles' tongue squirmed within her. With all his blood currently preoccupied, however, the view only served to motivate Knuckles even further.

Instantly, he dived back down and shot his tongue up Rouge as far as it could go. A small shriek met his ears, and a predatory smile found it's way to his lips. Finally, he was the one in control here!

From Rouge's point of view, tension had been building for as long as that wonderful tongue had been inside of her, and his latest stunt had almost brought her to the edge. Thankfully, Knuckles was not one to disappoint. The orgasm that crashed down upon her left her heart pumping in her ears and Knuckles muzzle covered in her honey. He didn't seem to mind, and quickly shot out his tongue to wipe his face as he crawled back up her.

When his smirking face finally reached her field of vision, Rouge shot out and arm and smashed his lips against her own. The kiss was short, passionate, and only served to stoke the fires further. After she had regained her breath, the bat leaned forward for another kiss, this one much less forceful, but no less passionate.

Below them, unseen due to closed eyes, the Master Emerald pulsed again, then quieted as the two came back to themselves.

As their tongues finished their dance between the two, Rouge had managed to regain her cool facade, quite different from the mad rushing of her heart as she felt the monster between them press up against her stomach.

“Well, Knuxie, I guess that round goes to you. But now we determine who comes out on top. This is my specialty, so you're gonna have to pull out all the stops to manage a victory.”

Before Knuckles knew what had hit him, he was sprawled out on his back, and Rouge was straddling his crotch, her back to him. Without any warning, she was already winning. The echidna had just enough time to process this before Rouge began bouncing in his lap. After that, it was a battle just to stay conscious against the sensory overload.

After finding a balance point against the waves of pleasure flowing through him, Knuckles realized that he was lying there like a cold turkey, and began to thrust up against his partner. When she felt him begin moving, Rouge managed to shoot a smirk back, right before she realized her mistake and tried in vain to stop Knuckles as he forced her to her knees.

Barely missing a beat, the powerful echidna grabbed his lover's hips and began a powerful rhythm. Rouge could do little but go along for the ride, and plot her counterattack.

Knuckles, once again employing his militaristic mind, decided to attack his opponents weak points. Carefully laying himself across her back, he reached both arms around his partner, one hand wrapping around a generous breast, the other traveling down to the joining of their loins. Another hand soon joined his on her breast, pushing hard against his appendage as he played with her hanging chest.

Rouge swiveled her head, and Knuckles captured her lips in a kiss. Using all her willpower to control the lust clouding her mind, the bat realized that her chance to recover the advantage had arrived. She nipped at her lovers lips, startling him, and threw all her weight to the side.

The unbalanced echidna flailed wildly as he lost his balance before landing unceremoniously on his back, the bat once more on top. She wasted no time in twisting around, sending debilitating sensations flying up Knuckles spine, placing her hands on his chest and flying into a fast pace.

As Knuckles regained his bearings, his eyes first focused on the bouncing objects in front of him. Entranced by their ability to seemingly defy gravity, Knuckles set about with playing them like any man in his position would.

Rouge leaned forward, further exposing her breasts to Knuckles reach. Upon seeing his tantalizing lips so close to her however, Rouge made her last mistake in the fight. Leaning even further down, the bat's lips met Knuckles and her chest mashed up against his. Stealthily, Knuckles wrapped his now unoccupied hands around her waist, then quickly tightened and rolled. Surprised by his sudden movement, Rouge unfurled her wings as her back hit the cold emerald.

Seizing his momentary advantage, Knuckles bent Rouge in half, her legs now pressed firmly against her breasts. Then, he dropped all his weight onto her, effectively trapping her until such time as he saw fit. With her surprised face in his view, he quickly set about finishing their little feud.

Unfortunately for Rouge, Knuckles new angle of penetration sent him deeper than he ever had before, right onto her G-spot. Each thrust was a new trip to heaven for her, and it wasn't long before her walls started spasming around him. For Knuckles, these convulsions were too much to bear. With one last powerful thrust, he buried himself within her, and let loose. As his seed began to fill her up, Rouge came as well, tough her voice had left her by this time. Her orgasm, however, managed to elicit some groans fro Knuckles as her walls began to milk him dry.

Unbeknown to either of the rutting couple, the Master Emerald below them began to shine brightly, lighting up the shrine as though the sun had managed to turn green and find its way underground. As their orgasms dimmed, so to did the light within the chamber.

With his last remaining strength, Knuckles rolled off of Rouge. Unfortunately, this also sent him off the Master Emerald, right onto the cold hard marble. Fortunately, in his current state Knuckles could barely feel the impact.

Several minutes later, when they both had finally managed to catch their breath, Rouge leaned over the edge of the Emerald, looking straight into Knuckles eyes. However, before she could say anything, Knuckles interjected.

“I won.”

Slightly annoyed at his nonchalant demeanor, she herself rolled off, albeit much more gracefully, to join him on the floor. His surprised/horrified expression, however, stopped her in her tracks. Knuckles shaking hand rose to point straight at her.

“Ummm...Rouge, how long have you had that?”

“Had what?”

Following the course of his hand, Rouge found herself staring at her own chest, though slightly different that last she saw it. Now, a white crescent stretched from nipple to nipple.

Rouge's yell of horror and anguish sounded to the edge of the island. This was followed quickly by Knuckles yells of pain and agony.

“You did this to me! You stupid echidna!”

After she managed to land a few soccer kicks to his ribs, and before she decided on a change of targets, Knuckles grabbed her ankles and brought her down on top of him, quickly wrapping his arms around her before she started wailing on his face.

“If I recall correctly bat-girl, you're the one who started all this. And don't think I like the implications of this anymore than you.”

After a few minutes of her struggling, her rage subsided. Knuckles, however, liked the smirk that took over her features even less.

“Guess this means that the Emerald is mine now, huh?”

“Oh no you don't, bat-girl. You're going to have to stay satisfied with two slightly smaller jewels.”

It was too Knuckles words and hungry gaze that Rouge realized that all of Knuckles was awake.

“You can't be serious!”

“You brought this on yourself Rouge. This ones going into overtime!”

Rouge and Knuckles didn't see sunlight for the rest of the day.