I Want To Lay the Very Best!

275 – Let Her Cook (18+)

Brandy didn't scream. She couldn't anymore. Her throat was raw; she'd run out of moans and yelps long ago. The only sound left was the harsh, ragged noise of her breathing and the wet slap of her and Sharpy's bodies meeting. The shark woman's teeth were clamped firmly into Brandy's shoulders, biting hard enough to mark the skin without piercing it.

Oh, but she wanted to. She so badly wanted to. Brandy could tell that the Mega Sharpedo was far from done. She'd gotten a chance to let loose and seized it in claws, jaws, and a firm tail wrap. Sharpy had pinned her legs up, placing Brandy in a mating press, and her massive, powerful body easily crushed Brandy into the compacted sand. Every thrust pounded wet sand and splashed the water around them. Sharpy was a relentless monster, and her wildness was infectious. Brandy had no idea how long she'd been in that position. Her world had shrunk down to the feeling of the cocks hammering inside of her, Sharpy's powerful, muscular body pinning her, that massive tongue wrapped around her throat, holding Brandy in place and keeping her right where the shark wanted her. The Mega Stone glistened on Brandy's neck; she could just reach up and pluck it off if she wanted to. Sharpy was daring her to do it.

Brandy wasn't sure if it was out of kindness or an implicit challenge; it was hard to think through the brain fog of multiple orgasms. But with a shaky hand, she reached up and stroked the gemstone, feeling how hot it felt between her fingertips. Sharpy's eyes narrowed as she stopped her thrusts and leaned in until she was touching her nose with Brandy, staring right into her eyes.

"Well?" she growled, her speech slurred with how much tongue she had hanging out of her mouth. "Ready to admit you can't handle me?"

Implicit challenge it was. A smarter trainer would have taken the handicap. Brandy already knew she could fuck a Sharpedo senseless. She reached up with her shaky hand and ran her thumb over the rows of sharp teeth, her spine tingling from the thrill of the danger of it. Then she grabbed Sharpy's cheek and pulled her closer.

"More," Brandy managed, the words barely a whisper.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sounds of you being my bitch," Sharpy said, her tone dripping with a vicious glee.

"More," Brandy said, forcing her voice loud enough for the words to be comprehensible. She could feel the steam in her body, bubbling and churning in her belly and chest. If Sharpy could push her a little more, she could blow.

The shark laughed, and Brandy's head swam from the sensation of her cocks throbbing and her tongue squeezing against her throat. Then Sharpy started moving again, a slow, teasing rhythm that was just enough to make her even more achingly needy. Brandy could have cried; Sharpy was teasing when they should have been past that. The Mega Sharpedo wanted to destroy her, and Brandy wanted to be destroyed. Their needs were aligned!

Sharpy just wasn't willing to do it. As much fun as she was having, she was still a Gym Leader's Pokémon. She wouldn't put a challenger in the Poké Center if she could avoid it. She fucked Brandy well, but she could have done it better, so much better.

Brandy groaned in frustration, her head pounding and her vision blurry. Her hands were limp at her sides, and she felt she was so very close to another orgasm. Sharpy was too. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she pounded Brandy into the ground. Her muscles were tight, her breathing shallow and quick. They were both on the edge, and the shark woman was determined to stay there, refusing to be the one to break first.

"Come on," Brandy muttered, the words slurring together.

Sharpy just let out a low, throaty growl. Her pace didn't slow. Her grip didn't loosen. Brandy could see her eyes, dark and intense. She wanted to win a competition Brandy had given up on about four orgasms ago. It was pure bliss and also so infuriating. Brandy needed Sharpy to give her all, but for all her bratty teasing and boundless stamina, she just wasn't strong enough to truly inspire her childhood hero.

Laying her head back against the wet sand, Brandy leaned to the side to catch Calcine's eyes. The Carkol had crawled closer and closer, and with a wobbly armed stretch, Brandy could almost touch her cheek. Calcine grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers up to her mouth, sucking on them one by one with slow, deliberate bobs of her head. Her mouth was so beautifully warm, and Brandy moaned as Calcine's tongue traced the lines of her palm.

"Please," Brandy said, her voice little more than a whisper. Calcine just hummed softly, and the vibrations sent shivers up her arm. Then the Carkol pressed a kiss to the center of her palm, and the warmth and softness were such a sweet contrast to the pounding rhythm that it was enough to tip Brandy over the edge.

Her body went limp, and she could vaguely hear Sharpy laughing and muttering something about finally having made her break, but it was lost in the rush of her heartbeat in her ears. All she could focus on was the warmth of Calcine's mouth and the waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

As she came down from the high, laughter and the water splashing faded into the mix. Sharpy had stopped moving and was grinning down at Brandy. She didn't seem particularly disappointed or frustrated. If anything, she seemed happy with her performance.

"What a way to end a good fuck," she said, licking her lips. "You've lost, but you gave it your best."

"I tried," Brandy said, her voice hoarse and her throat dry. She swallowed thickly and tried to sit up, but Sharpy wouldn’t let her do it alone. Her tongue coiled around Brandy’s torso and yanked her upright. The shark's arms wrapped around her, and she pulled her tight. Brandy gasped and tried to squirm, but it was no use. Sharpy was holding her in a vice grip.

"I love that you're a fan," Sharpy said, running her claws up and down Brandy's back. "With Blahaj, we've made so many women happy. I adore her, you know? She's let me touch hearts all across the world."

Calcine must have been stroking her neck over Brandy's hand; she couldn't see, but she could feel the pounding pulse in Calcine's neck. A rhythmic, rumbling thump, like the distant coughs of a volcano clearing its throat for an explosion. Brandy didn't know what it was like to touch millions of hearts like Sharpy and Blahaj, but she knew what it was like to touch three. To inspire the best from them.

She wanted to see the best of everyone. No matter what it took.

Brandy took a deep breath, then she reached into Sharpy's mouth, grabbed the Mega Stone tongue stud, and pulled.

Sharpy let out a gasp. Her eyes rolled back, and her jaws closed on Brandy. But she couldn't bite too hard; Brandy had yanked the Mega Stone but not pulled it out entirely. If she bit down, Brandy would pull it free in the shock of pain. She had Sharpy on a leash. Her total, undivided attention.

Brandy grinned and leaned in close, pressing their foreheads together. She looked straight into Sharpy's eyes and smiled.

"You were a good match," Brandy whispered, running her other hand up and down Sharpy's rough, bumpy skin. Wonderfully fun to touch. "But we're not done."

"You're spent," Sharpy mumbled around Brandy's hand. "You can barely move."

"Calcine," Brandy said, "Flame Charge. Me."

Calcine's hot breath rushed over her skin, and flames came with it. It crackled over Brandy's skin, but she didn't burn. The fire felt like a part of her, rippling over her flesh and making her whole body sing. Her hair flowed in the warm breeze, and even her smile gleamed. She was alive, and the flames filled her with Sparky's buzzing electricity. She could have toppled the world.

Sharpy was lost, staring into her eyes, captivated by the flames.

"Now," Brandy said, her hand trembling slightly. The heat was almost too much, and her vision was swimming. Her heart was thundering, and her lungs were screaming from all this built-up power. "I could win right here, right now. If I pull this megastone free, you won't survive me. I'll ride you into the sands until the heat turns it all to glass."

Brandy let go of the gem. She scraped her arm past Sharpy's teeth and then wrapped her arms around the shark's neck with a big smile and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"This challenge was about bearing hearts. I want you to fuck me like you need to."

Calcine smiled over Brandy's shoulder, drunkenly nuzzling the side of her head.

"And if you don't," Calcine said dreamily. "You couldn't bear your heart to us. You'll have shown Blahaj hasn't taught you well. So we'll be taking her Gym Badge."

"What?" Sharpy gasped. "You can't be serious."

"You heard us. Fuck me properly," Brandy grinned. "Or we're taking over this Gym."

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