Ch. 70
#77 of True Confessions of a Trainer
Claire
I knew I looked amazing by the way Tempest was watching my every motion. The spa we'd found our way to took pride in their work. Brushed out my fur, bathed and trimmed and conditioned and fussed in every possible way I could have ever dreamed of. I felt beautiful. From the tip of my ears to the bottom of my feet. They'd had to be more careful with Tempest, taking care of her stitches, and filing her claws just so. Still, there was no question of the love and expertise they showered her with. Honestly if they fussed over me, they just about sculpted her from scratch!
She was a vision. Immaculate. Clean and soft. Tears welling up and blinked away just as rapidly as she saw herself in the mirror. I'd reached for her, hand and thought alike full of concern. But she tugged me in close, nuzzled against me, cheek to cheek, whispered words meant just for me.
"I didn't know I could be this kind of beautiful."
I hadn't known either. Not to the extent they had managed. Tempest was always beautiful to me, but right now, she and I were both watching a living, breathing work of art in the mirror. I was grateful that they'd allowed us to linger, to take it all in like this. I didn't have the heart to tell them what we had planned. And in that moment, I wondered if I had the heart to go through with it. If either of us did.
I felt differently than I had when I was a braixen, trying to prove this or that to myself or to him. Before I'd had a chance to talk to mom. To really get to know her. To understand her, and to understand myself, too. The magic of that evening wasn't here right now. This was a very different enchantment, and it was in Tempest's eyes. Red as garnet, gazing at me as if seeing me for the very first time. Wasn't I doing the same, though?
We'd walked hand in hand through the ship, made our way to the upper decks, a probing thought for master's attention finding purchase after some moments, vivid images of an acrobatic duo performing an impressive series of gravity defying stunts with a large metal hoop held between them. The sensation of warmth in his lap, and with a feeling of amusement, I felt more than saw a sleeping Penance, one foot kicking as she dreamed.
I should have felt a little bad to wake her, but it was time. I had relied on Mira and Cocoa to help set the stage for us, clean up the room as best as they could. I didn't know exactly what we'd be walking into, but I had nothing but faith in the pair. We'd arrive first, and master would come in... and then I didn't know. Not for sure.
The uncertainty of it was maddening. I couldn't have told him what I wanted. I didn't know why. It didn't make sense, and all I could do was squeeze Tempest's hand and try not to think too hard about it. She opened the door, and as we entered, we caught a glimpse of Mira waving goodbye, before hitting the button on her pokeball. The others all lined up beside hers on the table. The room was spotless. The bed made up again as though we hadn't kept it pulled down to the floor all week. A light floral fragrance, a flower arrangement resting on the table behind a bottle, chilling on ice.
It was Sybil I saw next, fang filled grin as she hooked her claw along the bottle, effortlessly snagging the cork right out of it. "I might have asked a few favors. You're welcome. Now show him he can do better than some drunk skank by the pool." Not exactly elegant, but she wasn't wrong. He could do better. Any one of us was better than that, and between Tempest and I... tonight was all about giving him a paradise even better than the one we were sailing toward.
Tempest
And they thought I was a force of nature! The girls had really outdone themselves. The basket of fruits on the counter was a nice touch, and we'd definitely need the fluids and sugars by the time we were ready to rest. To say nothing of a few other delightful ideas that sprang to mind. Sybil's remark was enough to make me grin. She had a bone to pick, that was for sure. I'd have to make sure she got some time with him, apart from everyone else. She was like Helena, I'd figured out quickly enough. She had a reputation she wanted to keep, and that meant she couldn't just be what she'd like. The picture and the pokemon were two very different things!
But here we were, the room to ourselves, flower petals on the bed, and the open glass door to the balcony letting in a wonderful breeze, the sun sinking down, the last hours of the day, and in my arms as we waited atop the plush surface of the bed, the most beautiful delphox I'd ever laid eyes on. It was all I could do to keep myself from starting what I knew was coming. What I desperately ached to have.
Master was a lucky man, there wasn't anyone else in the world besides him I'd have waited for, and as Claire's dainty digits slipped through my fur, caressed me in all the right ways, I knew she was feeling just the same. It sent chills up my spine in the most delicious way when she lingered at the delicate parts of me. Caressed my body with the kind of confidence only she, or he could have had. Knew me, inside and out, and made sure I knew it with every perfect squeeze, every tug and little twist against my sensitive nipples. A jolt of pleasure, the barest hint of pain, and a playful growl in my ear, her teeth grazing idly.
No words, no need, just the growing impatience as he made his way back to us. The urge to feel him. To be his. To give her to him as much as myself. To be everything for him tonight. To make his whole world the two of us, for just a little while.
No. The other way around. To feel his hands, his touch, his kiss, his everything. To make him my whole world. Our whole world. The way it had been at the start. To rekindle the flame our promise had been in the beginning. That's what tonight was to me.
Trainer
When Penance and I walked in, she was as stunned as I was, her head canted to one side, sniffing at the air, and stopping in her tracks, staring at Claire and Tempest, lounging on the bed. It had been made up while we were out, and the two were cuddled up on it, hand in hand, the evening light painting them in amber shades. With a glance at me, a wag of her tail, and a nuzzle at my hand, she crossed the room. A moment of affection offered to Tempest and Claire, nuzzling into their hands and whispering something I didn't catch. But whatever it was, it was worth a laugh, and a murmur of agreement before she looked over to me, and bade me goodnight, disappearing in a red glow and the click of her scratched pokeball.
Claire was the first to rise. Elegant steps crossing the room. Silky fur shimmering with every motion, catching the light in all the right ways. A kind of solemnness to her expression that felt familiar, a look I'd seen before, elsewhere. When she stood before me, my hand moved without my having put much thought into it. Fingertips beneath her jaw, drawing her gaze upward, effortless, and perfect. Amethyst gaze unwavering, resolute. Certain. Our kiss was beyond electric. Sensations, tastes, perspectives, in that moment we were not separate in any fashion. I was as much her as I was myself, her every thought and emotion entwined with mine. A union too deep for words or promises. Too much to capture with them, or any physical action. It was still enough to leave me reeling, so I closed my eyes, and she hers. Quieted the senses that couldn't make sense of their new orientations. It was then that I felt, tasted, smelled Tempest, closing the distance between us. Her steps were confident, a bold stride. Warrior. Queen. Lover. Before me, beside me, beneath me. Her strong arms pulled me in, herself up, and I down to meet her. Her kiss was passionate, raw, a reflection of her thoughts and feelings. Filtered through Claire, two became three, and my heart trembled for the dissolution of everything I knew about body and self. I could feel Tempest's wounds, as if they were mine. Tender things. An ache that was cherished. Almost pleasure, perverse as it was. As undeniable as any other part of her. I could feel her heartbeat, thundering in our chests as a war drum. I could feel her warmth, growing deep within. A very different kind of ache, raw and desperate, for an answer to everything she felt.
Our union, the three of us, was beyond than anything I had ever felt in my life. It was every emotion at once, loud enough to drown me. It was every touch so soft and gentle I wept for memories I didn't know I had. It was an entire life I had never lived, being experienced vicariously through my lovers. It was every promise we ever made, every laugh we had ever shared, every pleasure, pure and carnal. Every filthy perversion driving us deeper within one another in the most intimate and intricate of ways. It was every possible future, every fear and every hope.
And slowly we disentangled. Gentle caresses drawing each of us back to ourselves. Of one, three. Tempest stared at Claire, flushed and panting. Standing on trembling legs, leaning heavily against me. She'd never been as deep in Claire's thoughts as I had. I wasn't surprised that she needed help to sit down. Somewhere between laughter and tears, holding us close as though we might disappear if she didn't hold on tight enough.
Tempest didn't let go as I kissed her. Drew me in with one gentle hand, heavy claws at the back of my head. Our next kiss was softer, a tentative brush of her nose to mine, slow exploration of my tongue with hers. Deeper still, letting me tease at her teeth, feel as much of her as I could. She was still trembling, overwhelmed, overstimulated, so I laid her down, from the edge of the bed to the center, her feet dangling off the side. Let her breathe, let her watch as I pulled Claire in, kissed her above her lover, as we sat on either side of the lycanroc's hips.
Claire was even more passionate, more urgent. Her tongue slipping past my lips, savoring the taste of me. Her hand guiding mine to the swell of her chest, down her belly slowly. Although, to my surprise she stopped a little above her hips. She kept me there, commanding my gaze, her eyes locked to mine as she pushed my hand from her belly to Tempest's, the lycanroc arching into it with an involuntary shudder, a tremor running through her that startled me.
"Breed us."
Claire
I had never felt anything like it. It was too much. Everything was too much. Every sound, smell, taste, the sensation of hands that weren't mine touching me. The raw lust from Tempest, the way master reflected those sentiments with aching need and wonder. He'd never looked at me like that before. Never looked at either of us quite the way he had tonight. The words that died on his tongue because he dared not whisper them and risk breaking the spell. Hopeless, overwhelmed, and wildly, endlessly in love.
Tempest hit her first climax at the feeling of our hands above her womb. An acknowledgement of everything we dared whisper our dreams of. Her body already primed and responding to every errant brush of contact, every word, every breath. I could feel her wetness, in the places our thoughts still mingled. I knew she could feel mine. She was my lover. My best friend. In another time, another place, she would have been my all. And I hers. We both knew it.
But he was to us what we both needed. Both relied on all the more. Our master, our mate, our beloved. Our passion for each other was kindled by the fuel he had become. Fanned our flames, gave us something to feed on, to grow with, together. As deep as our love for each other was, there was a truth under it that we'd never spoken of. Never shared before tonight. We might be to each other what master never could be, woman to woman, and pokemon to pokemon... but that also meant he was to us something we couldn't be to each other. As deep as our love had grown for each other, we were incomplete without him.
At the brush of his fingertips, guiding me to lay beside my lover, her hand in mine, crimson gaze locked to mine, I felt it in her, too. The want and need she had for him was different than what she felt for me. It touched on different feelings entirely. She felt beautiful to him. She felt vulnerable, and safe. Her surrender to him was different that it was to me. She trusted me beside her, she trusted herself beneath him.
His teasing us was entirely unnecessary. Uncalled for. My hips bucked and I whined and I tried to get more than his fingers brushing against me. From beside me, Tempest shared my plight, arched and trying to entice him to put anything into her. It was torture in the purest sense, too much and not enough and maddening in ways I never wanted to end. I was almost gushing just from the sound of Tempest's pleading panting, to say nothing of the way his hands knew me better than I knew myself. Every nerve on fire from the playful swats against my swollen sex. My hips desperately bucking, as his fingers toyed with me. Giving me every pleasure except penetration.
He'd asked and neither of us had an answer. We hadn't even understood the words, until he stopped long enough to let us do anything other than feel. He wanted each of us, but it was up to us to decide who was first. Who was getting bred first.
"Tempest." I'd said.
"Claire." She'd said at the same moment.
And master? Master just laughed that little laugh he had for us. Continued to tease us. He had every advantage. From where he was at the edge of the bed, it was easy for him to move between us, brush the hot tip of his cock against desperate, needy flesh. Hers, then mine, then hers again. We were damn near dripping. Maybe we were dripping. Desperate, aching. Tempest looked at me and winked.
"It was your idea, Claire. From the very start. You were first. One of us had to be, remember?"
That took me back. One of us had to be first. No hard feelings. A sentiment that was much heavier the last time it was given. We both knew it would never quite be like that again. The three of us would sooner burn together than let anyone pull us apart. But she wasn't wrong, really. Tonight, one of us had to be first, and as much as I wanted her to have an answer to her desperate, primal aches...
"Master, stop teasing me. I went to a lot of trouble to be this beautiful for you, and you're going to ruin me."
Tempest
With the way she and I were still entwined, thanks to her psychic powers, I could feel him in a way I'd never had before. She was bigger than me. There wasn't that ache he made me feel. What she got was pure pleasure. Bordering on too much, but in all the right ways. It amazed me she didn't just faint from it, even secondhand I was already trembling, to say nothing of what his fingers were doing for me. It was a struggle to differentiate what was hers and what was mine in that moment. I could feel the heat of him, through her. Buried to the deepest part of her. Could feel the way his hips felt, pressed to her. The way her tail curled, to tease at his thigh as he fucked her.
It was enough to make me cum, his fingers buried in me as the pleasure rippled through me. Leaving me breathless, whimpering, bucking into every motion from within me. The sounds were delicious. Not just the filthy, sloppy wet way her cunt gushed for him, gushed around him. No, it was in her breath, the way it hitched at the moment he began to pull back, the way it wavered when he started to push again. Rough, ragged, a kind of desperation in it. Her legs wrapped around his hips as best as she could manage, as he tormented her with wave after wave of pleasure.
It was beautiful, and delicious, but it wasn't the same as what I got. What I wanted. He surprised me, pulled free of her, and entered me all at once. I was defenseless to it, the sudden intrusion too much, an ache deep within me that I never wanted to stop. Arceus, but I really was smaller than her, wasn't I? She only got the pleasure, I got to delight in the way he hurt me. It was more than good, more than anything. And I knew in that moment that she could feel it. She had both hands over her mouth, muffling the way his cock made her howl through our bond.
He wasn't gentle, didn't hold back. That's what I loved. What I needed. I could take it, I needed to take it. However he wanted to give it to me. The way his hands grabbed my legs, hoisted me up and left me helpless to it. I was nothing to him, he could have hefted me in one arm and I fucking loved it. My growls joined her overstimulated whimpering as he drove me down on it, my arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, letting him take me, fill me, I was so close, I needed it so badly!
And he was gone again all at once, leaving me panting, breathless, whining on the bed as he took Claire again. Denied my peak, she looked to me with a pained expression. We both had wanted it so much we could taste it, and it was starting all over again. Building up in her. I knew what was coming, so did she. It was maddening! Absolutely maddening, but we wouldn't have denied him a thing, even if it meant denying ourselves. For now. For a little while.
So I rode the pleasure with her, knowing it would stop just before the peak we both needed. Hand in hand with my lover, I watched, felt, could damn near taste the way her pleasure crashed through her. Building to that peak, only to be left to linger there, while she looked to me, desperately yearning, as he claimed me once again. Tinged with the pain I'd fallen in love with, the way he hurt me, the way I needed him to make me hurt. Her gasps and whimpering, her empty hand clutching at the bedding as he used me. The way she moved closer, kissed me, melted with me, made love to me as he did.
I was the luckiest lycanroc to ever fall in love.
Trainer
One of them had to be first, but that didn't mean I couldn't make sure they were both having fun. I'd whipped them into a frenzy, and by the time I was really ready to fill Claire, they were both every bit as entwined with each other as they were with me. My ravaging one set the other off, so I knew Claire was having some real fun with it. I understood what Tempest was going through, as I pulled Claire in above her. The way we had both driven the poor girl wild. The way she could feel Claire, grinding against her, as I took her from behind now. Every kiss they shared, every touch, every moan whimpered into one another was driving me wild.
I could still hear Claire's words, the way she said them. Firm, urgent, almost desperate. "Breed us." It was undeniable, as much an ache in me as in her, the want and the will to do exactly that. I wanted it too. Needed it. Was as desperate for it as the breath in my lungs. My hands gripped her hips, pulled her against me all the rougher as I drove myself to the finish, sending her over the edge before I tumbled after her.
"Breed us." It was partly a command, partly begging, partly an undeniable war drum thundering in my own chest. A surge of heat leaving me to fill her. To claim her in that perfect, endless sense. Her body clamping down around me. Her arms wrapping around Tempest. Anything to hold on to as she gushed and trembled with the pleasure she'd found between us. I didn't let her rest, only drove her harder, the bed rocking roughly beneath them as I ravaged her at the edge of it.
It was admittedly a little tricky to switch between them now, my hands tugging Tempest's legs, drawing her a little closer as she pulled Claire up a little higher. She was so much tighter. Clamped down on me as soon as I had entered her now. I remembered, vividly, the way she'd forced herself as a rockruff. Amazed that she could even get me into her at all. It was almost that tight. Twice as good though, since she could take every bit of it now. Growling, almost snarling, muffled by Claire's shoulder. Her heavy clawed hands sliding through the silky soft fur of her lover's back. Holding the exhausted delphox close as I took my pleasure anew.
I could feel every ridge of that tight pussy, every pulse of my lycanroc lover's heartbeat wrapped around me. The swollen lips of her canid entrance parted wide, an obscene, beautiful display as I slid myself into her. The way her hips shook, bucked, instinctive and undeniable. Her tail curled between my legs. But it was her expression that really drove me wild. Her vivid crimson eyes staring into mine, anticipation, drive, pure wild lust. A sense of knowing. Of need. Of pure pleasured passion.
"Breed me." She managed, between ragged breaths. More growled than spoken. That deep lusty voice sending a chill up my spine. "Like Claire. Fill me. Fuck me. USE ME!"
She wouldn't need to tell me twice. My hands left her legs, which she promptly raised up as high as she could manage from beneath Claire, who was now riding out second-hand pleasure from her lover's body. As my hands took hold of her hips and pulled her in, she took hold of the bed in her own strong grasp, and heaved herself bodily into my thrusting now. It wouldn't be the first time I'd bruised her inside, but we might have been going for a new record. So intense her passion was, that it hurt me! But there was no way I was going to let it stop. Not until I gave her what we both wanted.
What we both needed.
I didn't need Claire's psychic bond to know Tempest's heart and mine were exactly the same thing right now, but the feel of her purposeful grinding against us, and between us was a plus. The silky soft fur and desperate moans from our slutty little delphox lover set the stage for the both of us, a climax shared between us that took the wind out of me, and soaked the blankets beneath them.
Sybil
Arceus. The man could fuck. I mean really. Really. Fuck. As they came down from the pleasure they shared, he'd spotted the opened bottle of champagne, something I'd traded a little fun for with an indeedee in the back halls. An expensive bottle, but nobody would know it was missing before inventory, and none to blame. No harm, no foul. Besides, it was kind of cute making him moan with my tongue.
I was surprised that nobody had caught me watching, I had been distracted by a need to grind out my own pleasure in the middle of it. The shampoo bottle was a poor substitute for what they were getting from him for all it was thick enough sliding into me, but it would have to do. At least until I could get him to give me something better. He'd murmured something I missed, as he poured a few glasses, the girls sitting up, clearly aching and raw from what they'd just been given.
It was fun to see the difference between the three. Tempest downed the drink in two swallows, before holding out her cup to be refilled. She nodded at his word of warning, and stopped halfway after the second. For a moment. Before finishing it and offering her cup to set back on the table. Claire sipped, a little more refined, savored it, clearly. And he, for his part, more held it than tasted. Took in the fragrance of it. I doubted he knew anything about champagne, probably less than I did, even. But it was nice to see he had a little dignity.
He'd hopped up, crossed the room and plucked a pair of oranges from the fruit basket. and fed the pair as they recovered. Tempest had snagged his glass in the interim, and with a wink, began to sip at it. I wasn't sure what she'd be after a few drinks, but I was looking forward to finding out. The girl was wild, and it was fun to watch.
It was so much different from how things had been, how they'd felt before. I hated my old trainer, and basically every guy that ran through her. Dozens. More than dozens. But him? Fuck, he was a beautiful man, and I could feel the love he had for them from here. How could I hate that?
A little snack, a little drink, and Tempest was hanging off the side of the bed, mouth open, a teasing wink as Claire led him around. Stroked his sticky, wet cock in front of her lover's face, until he let the lycanroc have it. Pushed in, deep. Made her swallow the whole length of it. I wished I were closer. Claire was standing in the way. I'd get caught if I moved, but I wanted to see so damn badly. I wanted to watch him use her. Fuck her face. They weren't being gentle with each other, and it was so fucking hot. I could hear her gag on him, choke. He didn't stop. She didn't want him to. I could see that much, at least. The way she held onto him, her hand up his arm. The tapping when she needed him to pause. The tug when she was ready for more.
He wasn't gentle with her, at all. But he still treated her with care. With love. With respect. That's what had been missing, I realized. Why I left everything behind so readily. I said I was going to be easy for him. I was into it. I wanted it. What did I really want? Aside from watching him choke that hot little bitch from up close?
Arceus, I wanted _ him _. And I'd fight for him. I wasn't really his. Not like them. Not yet. But I'd get there. I'd claw my way up to their level. I'd be someone worthwhile to him. I'd be someone worth what they shared. I'd be a woman he treated with that kind of love, and respect. A woman he loved as much as he loved them.
But fuck's sake, I also just wanted him to shove that fat human cock in me!