Ch. 87 B side
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Trainer
It was hard to say exactly how I wound up in this position, but I wasn't going anywhere. Frankly, I couldn't have gone anywhere if I wanted to. Sure, I'd gone along with it, but now that I was in the middle of it, I wasn't sure I should have.
Sybil had tied me to the bedframe, my hands above my head, bound at the wrist. My ankles apart, to the corners of the bed. She had me struggle against the binds and despite all my best efforts, I realized I was going exactly nowhere. I was at her mercy until such time as she decided I'd had enough.
Belle and Helena whispered to one another, and confided whatever their thoughts were in Sybil, who grinned wickedly. She added her own, making the two laugh and blush. Clearly, I was in trouble. Yet, strange; I rather liked the idea of it.
I wasn't sure what was coming first, but when Helena approached, and began licking her way up my thighs, all I could do in the moment was tremble and beg for more. She obliged, but only to the letter, not to the spirit of my pleading.
Belle began to lick down my arms, teasingly. Where Helena was a rough assertion of her own presence, Belle was tentative, gentle, a loving tickle from wrist to shoulder and back. I'm not certain I could tell you which I enjoyed more. Sybil had in that time straddled my stomach and was kissing at my chest, the pinprick sensation of her claws a delightful thrill in the midst of enough sensation to leave me feeling absolutely desperate.
Sybil had shushed me with one claw, and with my belt and a cleverly used sock, blindfolded me expertly. "We're going to play a little game, Master... moan the right name, and win a prize... moan the wrong name and you'll have to work for your pleasure."
I thought it would be simple, a fun little diversion... I had absolutely no idea what I was getting into.
Trainer's pokemon ???
I didn't want to make it too easy. No. The first thing he'd feel of me would be teeth. Love bites, gently grazing at his thigh, again at his chest and shoulder. The scratch of sharp points. The heat of my breath. I had to be careful not to give away too much. To not growl like I wanted to. To not pin him down though it would be so easy to do right now. To tease, and play along with the set up.
My tongue came next, but only the tip, flicking out over his sensitive skin. Torment, love, right now they were one and the same. His hips bucked against me, begging for more, but that wasn't the point right now. No. He had to *earn* more.
He moaned in confusion, as I brushed my claws against him. It should have given it away but somehow it only confused him more. My claws were smoothed down a lot by what I did for him. Not as heavy some, or as sharp as others. It almost made me laugh and spoil the game when the only sounds he made were groans and confused gasps.
Sybil spoke up, since I could not without spoiling the game. "Time's up, master... answer right and I bet she'd have no trouble using her mouth on you."
I waited, and hoped he didn't. I wanted to watch him squirm. I wanted to see this fun drawn out. We never got to play like this.
"I... I don't know." He admitted, with a chuckle. "I have no idea, but she has a very sweet tongue."
"Too bad you won't be feeling it how you want to. Not yet, anyway." Sybil said, with a malicious grin. I knew he'd hear it, even if he couldn't see it. "Poor Master is going to have to wait." She winked at me, and it felt like in that moment we'd found a rapport we didn't have before. She was teasing us all, I realized... but in a strange way I found myself enjoying it. She was giving us all something new, something purely hers.
Dark types were a lot of fun, I was learning.
Trainer's pokemon ???
He knew me too well. So I had to do something different. It was clever, and I was glad she was willing to play along. Her tongue slid up his arm, my claws scratched at his hips. Down she moved, as if preparing to take him in her mouth, and up I went, making him writhe and jump with every scratch and bite now. Gentleness on one hand, roughness on the other, we played with him together, for the first time.
She was such a good sport about it. Understood where I was coming from when I suggested it. Gave him enough to make him moan honestly, and pulled his focus from me enough to mask me from discovery. Our torment of him only grew more intense, his gorgeous manhood trapped between our tongues, she on one side, I the other, from base to tip, to kiss one another for the very first time, with the crown of him trapped between our dancing tongues.
I was glad it was her. Her tongue was broad enough that between the two of us, we could fully circle him. I couldn't help but imagine how hard he'd have cum if he could only see what she and I were actually doing to him. Our teasing of him came with a side of tormenting one another. I'd never kissed her before, and she was a sweeter lover than I'd even understood.
I wanted to keep going, but I knew we couldn't. Not without spoiling the fun. As much as I wanted to share the taste of him with her, we would only tease him. It wasn't time to finish the game. He hadn't won yet. Sybil looked to us as we drifted away, a playful look exchanged between the two of us. We'd have to do that again some time, when he could enjoy and appreciate to his heart's content. But for the moment, we'd be content with twisting it all up inside him, confusing him between soft tender kisses and rough scratches and bites.
When Sybil moved in close, she bit gently at his ear, making him moan and buck into our collective grasp, pleading for more, pleading for release, but she denied him with a gentle push against his cheek.
"You know better. Play the game, pet. Who made you wish you could cum right down their sweet throat?"
"P...Penance?" He asked, very much uncertain. "I think Penance but I don't know who else."
Sybil chuckled, and patted his shoulder in mock consolation. "Wrong answer, Master... such a shame, you really look like you need this. That's okay, we can keep going. You'll get it right sooner or later. Or be driven mad. Whichever happens, happens."
Trainer
I couldn't even think straight. I needed... more. More of this. More pleasure. More torment. Release. All of the above. I never wanted it to end and at the same time I needed satisfaction. Sybil was devious and I couldn't believe we'd all never done anything like this before.
I tried to focus on the next set of sensations but it was much the same as before. For all one particular touch or tickle might have felt similar, it came paired with sensations that I didn't recognize. It was maddening! I might have a guess who it was coming from; yet blindfolded and stirred up as I was, I was missing the mark.
Lost in it all, I couldn't have said how long it went on. It *felt* like hours. It might have been minutes or days. I was begging. I ached for relief, but Sybil was a lovingly cruel mistress. Every wrong answer and things slowed down just a little, dragged it out in the best and worst ways.
My salvation came, in the form of pink, fluffy hell.
"You really can't tell us apart, master? Such a bad boy... we're going to have to punish you, you know." Mira said in teasing tones. She took a moment, tormenting with her ribbons, teasing down my bare chest to tickle at my stomach. "We could let you cum, but that won't teach you anything... not by itself..." She said, as she circled me with Sybil.
"I don't know." Sybil said in response, teasing a claw down my thigh carefuly. "We might be able to teach him a lesson and let him have what he thinks he wants..."
Helena spoke up next, a devious glint in her eye. "What he thinks he wants... until he begs us to stop." She said, with a full fanged grin at Sybil. "And maybe, if he's a good boy then... we will."
Mira chuckled, her ribbons snaking up my thighs, caressing me in the most intimate ways, making me twitch and throb as she wrapped me up and stroked me. "Maybe not." She said, as she slipped away, the three of them laughing together off to the side as warm weight and pressure began to envelope me.
"Don't bother guessing." Sybil said from beside me. "You had your chance. Now it's time to punish you."
Trainer's pokemon ???
Feelin' him slip inside me again was just about heaven. The way he moaned an' bucked beneath me was so intense I had to bite my own tongue to keep from givin' away the secret. Didn't help that I had three sets o' hands on me keepin' me steady an' the weight off'a him.
Rule was I didn't stop. Not 'til I was good an' ready. No matter how long it took. Were a punishment o' sorts since he couldn't tell my mouth from Penance. Not that I was complainin', blindfolded an' wound up as he was, it was really th' point to make him fail.
Arceus but feelin' him buck an' tremble 'neath me was just a whole world I felt like I was missin' out on. Bein' the one to say how far, how deep an' how rough? I could get used to it. Made Mira's fun an' games seem like somethin' I needed to learn.
Weren't sure I'd be doin' this sort o' thing every time, awful tirin' bein' the girl in charge, but maybe I'd get used to that... right about the time I got used to th' feelin' of his thick johnny stirrin' me up inside.
I felt guilty when it was all said an' done, not 'cause I wore him out, he'd be fine. But 'cause I left him a soakin' wet mess. Weren't nothin' for it now though, as I moved out of the way, they weren't about to let 'im rest. For all I'd been rough with him, the real challenge was yet to come.
Trainer
I wasn't sure if it was heaven or hell. One pleasure ended and the next began. She was tighter. Much tighter. There was still laughter and collaboration. From the sound of it... from the lack of touch other than the most intimate kinds, the other girls were holding her up, so I wouldn't know quite for sure who I was buried in. Maybe Mira, or Sybil. That was my guess at least.
Their chatter muffled moans of pleasure, I couldn't make out the voice clearly between them, and all I could do was indulge in pleasure that had become so intense it bordered on agony. She was being rough with me. Taking me deep and fast, a ragged panting breath accompanying the fierce rhythm. It was too much, I wanted to make it last and I just couldn't.
But there wasn't mercy at the end of it. The extra lubrication only made things more intense and I found myself muffled with some kind of fabric as a gag. I could have begged for it to stop, it was as simple as a thought to Claire. But I didn't.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, I realized how badly I wanted this. No. How much I needed it. It wasn't just that I was pent up. I felt at peace in the middle of this sexy torture. I wasn't the one calling the shots, which meant it was happening because everyone else wanted it to. Which meant I could enjoy every moment of it, agony and bliss, without worrying what anyone else felt.
It was mine to savor. They were mine to savor.
Sadly, the next set of sensations was a dead give-away. I knew this girl inside and out.
Claire (Trainer's Delphox)
Damn! The moment I slid down I felt the recognition in his mind. He didn't bother pretending, just opened himself to me. I could feel everything. I could feel my own heartbeat wrapped around him. The way he melted at the thought of me taking my turn with him. Welcoming me back.
Welcoming me home.
It was true. Lately I'd been tied up so much with Tempest that our love had taken a backseat. We'd almost begun to grow distant. My apology was to slow down now. To remind him with every touch that I was his, first. I had always been his girl, before anyone else's.
His answer was to speed up, to push into me from beneath, eagerly, even though he was so oversensitive it almost hurt. He was mine. He was mine in a deeper way than he could ever be anyone else's. What we'd shared was something more than even time or space could touch.
There were places inside each of us that didn't belong only to ourselves anymore. Where our thoughts and feelings lived and breathed, even when we weren't consciously sharing them. Making love to him was as intimate as touching myself... and twice as enjoyable.
So if that was his answer, I'd respect it. I'd give him what he wanted right now. I knew, after all. I created that in his heart, didn't I? From the very start I twisted him up in all our deepest pleasure, it wouldn't be fair to pretend I didn't know.
I leaned in, letting him indulge in the warmth of my fur, the touch of my fingertips, the need in my every breath against his neck now. I shook my hips on him like a cheap whore, and took him exactly how we both needed it. Romance was in our hearts together, but this was a different need now. One that reverberated between our souls in the most delightful way.
I wasn't sure who reached climax first, but when I felt him flood me it was enough to make my breath catch in my lungs. I couldn't moan, I couldn't breathe, I just shuddered as the pleasure washed over me. Of course, that meant my time was up... but I didn't mind, knowing who was next. She'd come a long way, and seeing her take charge about it was worth the short turn I had.
Trainer's pokemon ???
I could feel his heart thundering in his chest, and I just wanted to slow it down for him. I could sense all the ways he ached, and the yearning he had to see it through. I respected it, one fighter to another. I wasn't going to go easy on him, exactly... but it wasn't as if there was nothing I could do to help. So I closed my eyes as I sank down on him.
I was the first one to give him the kind of pleasure I did. The ache of his intrusion stretching me open was delightful. I knew I'd be feeling it later, and that was exactly what I wanted. He moaned into the improvised gag Sybil had shoved in his mouth. He knew the tightness and heat. He loved my grip upon him... and I knew by his sudden feeling of calm and love that he recognized me without sight.
Claire had taken him like she was getting paid for it, but my motions were gentler. My touch was, too. I let my hands wander his body, caressing and soothing away his tension, using my aura to help his. To mend him, in subtle ways, so he could do what he meant to. So he could be for us all what he hoped to be. It was the least I could do, he'd done so much for us all lately, this was nothing. As tiring as it would be, I was glad to share of my life with him.
And there was so much pleasure in it. So much deeper than simple lust. Feeling him come to life within me, from battered and spent to desperately throbbing for more. I'd never known a feeling like it. I'd never have guessed at how much power I'd feel like I had in that moment. It was intoxicating. It was an absolute rush.
As he was revitalized so were our passions, and before long I was almost slamming myself down on him, desperate for more, the pleasure and pain and the humiliation of being watched in such a disgraceful state were a torment of such wonderful and dark pleasures I found myself pulling Helena into my arms to share the moment with her. To touch her and kiss her as I drove myself to the messiest climax I'd ever had.
The way she winked at me afterward was enough to make me want to start all over again, but that wasn't the rule of this match... and I'd already broken one of the others.
Trainer's pokemon ???
It was nothing to yank the gag out of his mouth, he offered no resistance, and in the moment I wanted to toy with him. I wanted to enjoy this rare treat. So I spat in his mouth. He gasped in shock, but didn't protest, not that it would have mattered as I sat my furry rump down on his face.
He moaned into my dripping pussy, and knew what was expected. His tongue writhed against my swollen folds and danced against my entrance. I found myself grinding against him, silently beckoning my partner in crime to do what she'd wanted to from the very start.
He ate like it was his last meal, and I couldn't help the way my tail wagged, brushing against his forehead as I rocked back and forth on top of him. Nothing was sacred now. It felt like I'd broken the seal, all bets were off.
Watching the delicate form of my friend sinking down on the monster he kept in his pants made me honestly gush. I had no idea where she was putting it, but the bitch could handle a dick, I'd give her that. She grinned at me with playful malice, and began to bounce on him, and I could tell it was every bit as much pain and pleasure from the way he whimpered and moaned into my cunt.
We weren't gentle with him. Hell, it wasn't even about him, in the moment. We were competing against each other, she and I. Both trying to draw it out, and at the same time racing to see who would cum harder, faster. Who was the better lover? That was the question on the line, and I wasn't about to let her win.
I swatted him with a paw when he got distracted. He'd bruise, but he'd get over it, returning his attention to me with an apology muffled by the way I sat on his face. I knew he could barely breathe, I also knew he'd make sure I knew if it got to be a problem. He was tough, though. I wasn't too worried.
Deeper, his tongue pushed into me, and I found myself pushing back, grinding against him with abandon, making him devour my hot, wet hole. He managed to slip in deeper than I thought he could and it made me shudder, I was so close it was maddening, and watching the other girl grin at me with her sharp little teeth exposed was a moment of humiliation knowing how close I'd come to losing.
For better or worse, master was the one who set us both off. He reached his climax, and the force of his ejaculation was enough to startle the little minx atop him into a wet, spraying orgasm of her own, and the force of her climax made him moan into me, his tongue flicking in just the right way to make me howl for him in turn, drenching his face shamelessly, leaving him sputtering as he tried to process everything that just happened.
We left him wet and messy, gasping for breath and shaking with fatigue, one look at the other, and we had to acknowledge, as maddening as it was? It was a draw. This time.
Trainer
In the aftermath, I found myself surrounded by happiness and warmth. Contented gazes, quiet idle banter, encouragements and the exchange of more ideas. Things to try next time. The idea of a next time was a delightful torment of its own. I couldn't have managed an erection if my life depended on it.
But one girl to the next with a kiss? A kiss I could do.
I made a point of trying to learn them each a little better. Sybil had been right to admonish me. I was taking them for granted in some pretty important ways. Her kiss was playful. More give than take, she didn't let me set the pace at all, and she wasn't shy about teasing me with her teeth.
Cocoa was the essence of submission, taking me in as if I were a lover coming home from work. She met my tongue with hers, but didn't pursue when I withdrew, received me, promises of gentleness and warmth at whatever pace I needed it.
Mira was more dominant, she set the pace, took charge of me, wasn't afraid to moan into it just to rile me up. Her tongue was a small, quick and delicate thing. Worse; she knew how to use it, teasing me in tender ways and encouraging me to surrender to my own needs and let her give me what she thought I should have.
Each girl had her own feelings, her own style, and I would learn them all over again. It wasn't right that the only one I felt like I knew absolutely had been Claire. They all deserved that intimacy. And I'd make sure they all had it. No matter how long it took me to get it right.
This was more important than anything.