Pokémon Legendary: An Adult Pokémon Story
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 28: Broken
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 28: Broken - An adult semi-erotic Pokémon story set in a more realistic and brutal Pokémon world. Follow a Pokémon Region Champion as he and his rivals race to unlock the secrets of Legendary and mythical Pokémon while facing an unknown threat unlike anything he's faced before. Our champion and rivals will put their lives on the line as they face lethal puzzles, god-tier Pokemon, a deadly stalker, an evil alliance, and the the most powerful trainers in the world. This story is not meant for commercial use.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cheating White Female Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Public Sex AI Generated
Inside Mikaela’s private luxury SUV, enroute to La Royale Steakhouse, Ace sat back, arms crossed as the SUV cruised through the lively streets of Maria Bella. The tinted windows blurred the flashing city lights, and the soft hum of the engine filled the otherwise silent car.
Ace didn’t really know what to say. He had a million questions, but none of them felt like the right one to start with. Why did Mikaela really invite him to dinner? Was this about the battle or something else entirely?
He stole a glance at her. Mikaela sat beside him with her legs crossed, back straight, and her eyes focused forward. She looked completely composed as if she hadn’t just lost for the first time in years earlier that day.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she wasn’t thinking about it at all, but Ace did know better.
He could tell she wasn’t the type to dwell on emotions publicly, but something was on her mind. He saw the way her fingers tapped lightly against her knee, the way she hadn’t touched her phone once since they got in the car.
The silence stretched. Ace wasn’t awkward around women. He had plenty of confidence, but this situation felt different. This wasn’t a date, a rematch, or a casual dinner between friends.
He finally decided to break the silence. “So ... you do this with every trainer that beats you, or am I just special?”
Mikaela turned her head slowly to look at him. Her expression was unreadable for a second. Then, she smiled.
“Oh, you think you’re special?” she said in a smooth and teasing voice. “Ace, don’t flatter yourself.”
Ace chuckled, shaking his head. “Just seems a little out of character for someone who doesn’t lose.”
Mikaela leaned back into the seat, finally pulling out her phone and glancing at it before putting it away without typing anything.
“That’s the thing,” she said, voice softer now, “I don’t lose.”
She turned back to him, and for the first time, Ace saw something real in her eyes. Frustration, curiosity, or maybe even a little respect.
“But today, I did,” she finished.
She let that sentence linger again, as if even saying it out loud was a struggle. Ace didn’t respond right away. He just held her gaze.
“And?” he finally asked.
Mikaela exhaled through her nose, as if she’d been holding in something heavy. Then, she looked out the window, watching the city lights blur past. “And now ... I need to figure out why.”
Ace smiled. “You watched the footage back, didn’t you?”
Mikaela side-eyed him, unamused. “Obviously.”
Ace chuckled. “I meant what I said earlier, you know.”
Mikaela raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly was that?”
Ace turned, resting his elbow on the armrest, meeting her gaze fully now. “I guarantee I’ll win.”
She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her expression. “Cocky.”
“Confident,” Ace corrected.
She studied him for a moment longer, then looked forward again. “We’ll see about that.”
The SUV slowed as they approached the grand entrance of La Royale Steakhouse, the most exclusive restaurant in the city. Ace leaned back and smiled.
The moment Ace and Mikaela stepped inside La Royale Steakhouse, all conversation seemed to pause. Eyes flickered toward them, heads turned, and whispers started. Ace could feel the attention pressing in from all directions.
Some patrons recognized Mikaela Faye immediately, after all, she was one of the most famous and admired women on the island. Yet, here she was, walking in with the man who just defeated her.
Ace smiled. He was getting used to the attention.
Mikaela’s driver, who also doubled as her security guard, remained professional but ever watchful as he escorted them toward their table. The hostess, who had been struggling to maintain her composure upon seeing Mikaela up close, led them through the elegant, dimly lit dining room, past booths filled with well-dressed diners and Calypso’s elite. The murmurs continued.
“That’s Ace Tomlinson...”
“Didn’t he just beat her? Why are they having dinner together?”
“Is she ... rewarding him? Or plotting his demise?”
Ace barely contained his grin.
They were seated at an exclusive corner booth, giving them privacy but still allowing them to be seen. Mikaela’s security detail took up position about fifteen feet away, ensuring no one got too close.
The waiter arrived and took their drink orders. Mikaela ordered a red wine, and Ace went with whiskey neat. As the waiter disappeared, Ace finally leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.
He studied Mikaela for a moment. She was as relaxed as ever, swirling the water in her glass, her eyes casually scanning the menu.
Ace smiled. “Alright, I gotta ask.”
Mikaela looked up with an eyebrow raised. “Ask what?”
“How the hell did you know where my hotel room was?”
Mikaela’s lips curled into a slow, mischievous smile. She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand, voice smooth as silk. “Honey, it’s me.” She took a sip of her water before tilting her head playfully. “I can find out where practically anyone is on this island.”
Ace raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but amused. “Should I be concerned?”
Mikaela laughed softly. “No, but you should be impressed.”
Ace shook his head with a chuckle. “You’re something else.”
Mikaela smiled. “Oh, I know.”
Just then, the waiter returned with their drinks, and Ace took a slow sip of his whiskey, never breaking eye contact. The waiter swiftly disappeared again, sensing that this was not a table to linger at.
Mikaela lifted her wine glass, taking a slow sip, her piercing blue eyes never leaving Ace.
Then, she set it down, leaned in slightly, and with zero hesitation, asked: “Where did you get the balls to make that guarantee?”
Ace smiled. He expected that question, hell, he was surprised she waited this long to ask. Leaning back in his chair, Ace swirled his whiskey before taking a casual sip. He let the silence stretch just a little longer than necessary, watching Mikaela’s expression.
She didn’t look amused or annoyed. She looked genuinely curious.
Ace finally set his glass down and met her gaze head-on. “Because I knew I was going to win.”
Mikaela’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Oh, just like that?”
Ace shrugged, smiling. “Just like that.”
Mikaela scoffed, shaking her head. “Wow. So not only are you cocky, but you’re psychic now too?”
Ace chuckled. “Again, you call it cocky. I call it confidence.”
Mikaela exhaled through her nose, watching him carefully. “Confidence is saying you stand a chance. Arrogance is guaranteeing a win before the battle even starts.”
Ace leaned forward now, his smile widening. “You think it’s arrogance?”
Mikaela tilted her head, studying him. “Oh, I don’t think. I know. Only an idiot would make a guarantee like that.”
Ace chuckled again, shaking his head. “Well, this idiot won.”
Mikaela tapped a manicured nail against her wine glass, her lips curling slightly.
“You know, the whole island was preparing to watch you get dragged to your execution.”
Ace took another sip of his whiskey. “Yeah, I figured.”
“So, tell me, Ace,” Mikaela said, crossing her arms. “What would you have done if you lost?”
“I didn’t plan for that,” Ace said immediately.
Mikaela blinked, caught slightly off guard. “Seriously?”
Ace shrugged. “Why would I waste time planning for something that wasn’t going to happen?”
Mikaela stared at him for a moment, then let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “You are absolutely insane.”
Ace raised his glass in a mock toast. “Well, you were the one who invited me to dinner to get answers.”
“Yeah ... I did, didn’t I?” she replied, smiling.
Ace leaned back again, his smile unwavering.
Mikaela’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying him with genuine intrigue. “Isn’t it even getting to you? Like, at all?” she asked, setting her wine glass down with a soft clink. “The fact that you could die at any time doing this challenge?”
Ace didn’t respond right away. He could feel the weight of the question between them. He knew this wasn’t just banter or her trying to get under his skin. She was once again being genuine.
Ace exhaled through his nose and looked directly at her. “I knew the risks before I signed up.”
“That’s not an answer,” Mikaela scoffed.
Ace smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
He rested his forearms on the table. “Mikaela, I’ve faced many situations throughout my journey where I probably should’ve died.” His voice was lower now.
Mikaela’s expression shifted just a little with recognition.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve had to bet my life on my skill,” Ace continued. “And if it’s the last, then I didn’t deserve to be here anyway.”
Mikaela leaned back, crossing her arms. “That’s a fucked-up way of looking at it.”
Ace shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s the truth.”
Mikaela tapped her nails against the table lightly. “You really think you can win the whole thing, don’t you?”
Ace’s smile returned, but this time, there was something behind it. “I don’t think...” He picked up his whiskey and took another sip. “I know.”
Mikaela let out a slow breath, shaking her head. “Insane.”
“You already said that,” Ace responded.
Mikaela’s eyes locked onto Ace with piercing curiosity. “Speaking of situations where you probably should have died...” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “These rumors about you battling and even capturing legendary Pokémon ... Are any of them true?”
Ace didn’t blink as he took another sip of his drink. “Rumors are a funny thing,” he said casually.
Mikaela raised an eyebrow. “Ace, again, that’s not an answer.”
Ace leaned back, looking far too relaxed for someone being asked a very direct question. “People like to talk. Sometimes they get things right. Sometimes they don’t.”
“Oh, come on,” Mikaela said, exhaling sharply through her nose while shaking her head. “You’re really gonna be that guy?”
Ace grinned. “What guy?”
Mikaela scoffed. “The guy who acts like some damn enigma when we both know you have an answer.” She took a sip of her wine. “Just say yes or no.” She leaned back in her seat, her frustration evident.
Ace shrugged again. “I think the reports speak for themselves.”
Mikaela looked away, shaking her head. “Fuck you, Ace.”
“I get that a lot too,” he replied, chuckling.
Mikaela let out a small, exasperated laugh. “I bet. I swear to Arceus, you are the most aggravating man I’ve ever talked to.”
“You still seem entertained,” Ace responded, taking another sip of whiskey.
“You’re not denying anything, though.” Mikaela said, watching him carefully.
“I’m not confirming it either,” Ace replied, meeting her gaze with steady eyes.
Mikaela exhaled slowly. “You know, Ace ... people who really caught legends don’t have to play coy. They carry themselves differently. Almost like they’re haunted. You? You look like a man pretending not to flinch.”
Ace’s smile faltered a bit, but then he looked calmly at Mikaela. “Who said I wasn’t haunted?”
“You don’t act like it,” she said, narrowing her eyes again.
Ace sighed looking down at his glass. “It’s because I’ve had time to process everything I’ve seen, and I’ve come to terms with it. This world is dangerous, brutal, and even cruel at times.” He paused looking back up at Mikaela, “I’m not confirming anything, but I have witnessed both people and Pokémon abused and killed. And those images still haunt my dreams sometimes.”
“You talk like a man who’s seen too much, Ace,” Mikaela said a little more softly now. “But that doesn’t answer the question. Are they rumors or reality? You keep hiding behind these half-truths. Makes me wonder if the legend of Ace Tomlinson is just smoke and mirrors.”
Ace’s eyes hardened, but his tone stayed level. “You think I need smoke and mirrors? I don’t live off any legend or reputation. I live off my skills and my bonds with my partners. That’s what won me that match today.”
Mikaela’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “Please. You scraped by on a last-second Solar Beam. That was desperation with good timing.”
“Funny thing about desperation. It keeps you alive,” Ace pointed out. “My story isn’t defined by easy wins, Mikaela. It’s defined by walking out when everyone thought I wouldn’t.”
Mikaela’s smirk faltered just a hair. She swirled her wine glass. “You know ... I’ve heard about plenty of trainers who thought they were untouchable. They’re not sitting across from me in a steakhouse. They’re six feet under.”
Ace’s gaze didn’t waver. “I’m still here.”
The silence between them stretched. The weight of their words hung in the air. Finally, Mikaela raised her glass again.
“Insufferable as you are, Ace ... I’ll give you this. You don’t flinch easily.”
Ace returned a faint smile. “Neither do you.”
They clinked their glasses lightly.
They finished their food and Mikaela asked for the check and paid, ignoring Ace’s offer to cover it.
As she wrote out the tip, Ace watched her for a moment before speaking. “I really enjoyed our battle, you know.” His voice was smooth but genuine. “You lived up to your reputation.”
Mikaela exhaled softly, barely glancing at him as she replied. “No, I didn’t. I lost.”
Ace leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Your answer tells me that you’re still coming to terms with acknowledging that I may, in fact, be pretty damn good.”
Mikaela’s fingers stopped mid-motion. Her gaze slowly lifted to meet his. She let out a slow breath, her lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“You’re awfully full of yourself for a guy who barely made it out alive.”
Ace chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Barely made it out alive? Mikaela, I had the match under control.”
Mikaela let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Oh, you had it under control? So you weren’t, I don’t know, sweating bullets when Mawile was about to chomp down on your precious Saur and end you?”
Ace grinned, tilting his head. “I had a plan.”
Mikaela narrowed her eyes slightly. “Mmhmm. Sure, you did.”
Ace leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “You hate losing, don’t you?”
Mikaela’s smile dropped. For a second, she didn’t respond. Then, with an elegant shrug, she reached for her wine glass. “Who likes losing?”
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