8 – Heat Crash (18+)

8 – Heat Crash (18+)

It was a whole lot of effort to get here, way more than it should have been really. Most trainers failed several times before their first capture, let alone their second. Brandy had only gotten by with a lot of enthusiasm and quick thinking. Now she just needed to seal the deal.

Carkol's cloak was far more than cozy. Brandy was slick with sweat from heat like a sauna that'd slammed the dial right up to ten. Her hair was damp as she pawed at the Pokémon she'd lured into the steamy trap. Fully warmed up, Calcine's skin was softer than Brandy could have dreamed of once. The smooth rock had softened to form a creamy textured skin that Brandy couldn't stop running her hands over. Calcine was enjoying the attention. Stretched out, she rubbed her legs together and teased Brandy with presses of her chest to the Trainer's face. Drawing cute muffled growls out of Brandy as she tried to kiss a moving target.

"You're so pretty!" Brandy growled in frustration. "So let me at you already!"

"Pretty?" Calcine says, a note of shock in her voice. Orange eyes flaring as she presses her chest onto Brandy's face and makes the Trainer squirm with muffled cries. "I bet you tell all the Pokémon that"

"Well, they are all pretty!" Brandy said when she got free of the smushing for a breath of air, then dived back in to start sucking along her breast, rolling the flesh in her lips as she drew lines across the jet-black skin. "Want this real bad," she says in muffled tones, mouth very much full.

"I'll have to ask my new Trainer," Calcine gasped, not exactly holding firm against these suckling kisses. "Didn't even know I had her until today."

"This is very cute, but if you two don't start fucking I'm going to think there's something wrong with you both," the Carkol said, pressing her hands against the cloak and pushing them together like they were dolls she'd decided needed to make out harder.

The pair give muffled protests, but Carkol shows no mercy and rubs them together until they're both taking turns yelping in indignation and giggling from all the intense rubbing skin contact. She actually forces them to kiss, hands on both their hair as she brings their lips together. After an awkward moment, the pair, unsure if they'll survive defying her, give in to the soft lips before them. Wet, slippery-tongued kisses that Calcine had far more experience with, and she used that superior skill to overwhelm Brandy. The Trainer's head tipped back as Calcine wrestled with her tongue and pressed in with just the right amount of pressure to curl Brandy's toes.

The glowing red strings of the Binding Ball still held Calcine's arms firm together, so she had to use her thighs to maneuver Brandy into position. Squeezing tight round Brandy's hips and sliding her along the ground in thumping grinds against the cloak that got some delicious sounding moans out of the mind-addled Trainer. Carkol's cloak didn't burn against the skin, the rocks floating on it flowed to mold themselves around Brandy's body. Calcine was more than happy to use her strength to thump this makeshift mattress. The tugging on her Cloak drew a few surprised gasps from Carkol, which she tried to hide with a hand cupped over her mouth. It did a poor job of it and the pair might have noticed if they weren't so distracted.

"Want more? Come with me. We're good together."

Calcine pressed down, licking across Brandy's lips and getting a few giggles out of the Trainer before she ended with a lap over her nose.

"I won though. You're done. I'm not."

"Really? You think this is all about being the last one standing?" Brandy shook her head and looked to the watching Carkol. Those triangular white eyes were soft around the edges as she smiled at the pair.

"You think that's how it is? Just Trainer's bending Pokémon under them?" she asked them both, ruffling her spiky red hair against Calcine's neck as if she was trying to mark her partner.

Neither could answer her, but the silence was answer enough. The Binding Ball's wire glowed bright, and Calcine watched as they sank into her skin with an amused huff.

"Winning by being bent over?" she laughed, "Cheat. Do better next time."

"So there's going to be a next time?" Brandy smirked, "Got you."

"Yeah," Calcine said, cuddling in as she felt exhaustion set in deep. "Not that you can handle me, and I'm going to make you regret it."

Brandy was already looking forward to it.