126 – Lighting the Fires (18+)

126 – Lighting the Fires (18+)

Spitfire was losing her patience fast, the hot pepper had her puffing angrily, and Morgan shaking the milk at her wasn't helping. Spitfire was clearly no pushover. She oozed confidence, and Brandy was pretty sure this test was set up, so just fighting her would quickly turn into a loss. Overwhelming Emotion was the theme, so getting Spitfire worked up was clearly the way to win. Working up a Fire type should be easy, but their tempers were usually on pretty short fuses, and making her angry was just as easy as getting them worked up.

Brandy just had to trust that Calcine knew what she was doing, or this might become a very embarrassing loss for all of them.

"You do something for us, and you can have this," Morgan said, dangling the thin glass of milk between her fingers.

Spitfire's golden eyes stared so intensely at the milk it should have boiled. The red pupils lifted to settle on Calcine, the tip of her flame-wreathed tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted. It made her large chest swell against Brandy, firm and soft if you ignored the teapot stuffed between it. She gave them a few kisses anyway; Spitfire was having it rough.

"Out of patience, name your price, or I will take it." Spitfire hissed, flames spilling out of her mouth, hot spit drizzling over her breasts.

"You're going to fuck Brandy." Calcine said, "And we're going to help."

Well, she'd wanted Calcine to get in touch with her fire side. Being awful at making plans might, unfortunately, come with that.

"Deal, milk first." Spitfire's coils unfurled as she surged forward, Sparky hanging onto her side as everything on her rolled around. It was amazing nothing fell off; she had a lot of practice doing this. Spitfire held out a hand, and Morgan handed the glass of milk over.

Watching a huge snake lady slug back a glass of milk in one go was weirdly sexy. Something about how the throat moved as she swilled it round her mouth, or just the sheer intensity of it. She swallowed, then dragged Brandy up, finally putting the teapot out of the way as Brandy leaned her arms on Spitfire's chest for support. She was tall as she wanted to be with her segmented snake body, and right now, she was scraping the ceiling.

"Clean my mouth out," Spitfire commanded, kissing Brandy so firmly it made her toes curl. Brandy liked spicy food almost as much as spicy ladies, so she did as she was told and made out with Spitfire as messily as she could. Brandy loved a bit of spice, and a heat-infused kiss that made her tongue burn in the way that got her salivating was something she didn't know she'd ever wanted until now.

"I don't know if I'm going to survive long enough for the Leader fight," Sparky mumbled, still happily curled up in Spitfire's coils. "I have found my place in the world."

"Brandy's still going to reward you later. I'm sure she'll think of something extra special if we win," Calcine said as she stepped up to Spitfire's side and touched her hands along her chest, down to the soft underside of her tail. "Spitfire? We're missing something here."

Spitfire had a mouth full of Brandy's tongue and wasn't about to give it up, so she just waved the tip of her tail at Calcine to continue.

"Where's the dick on you?" Calcine said, "There's a lot to search."

That flaming tongue curled around Brandy's and squeezed, blissfully intense heat sweeping through Brandy and pooling in her stomach. It nearly made her cum right there, and then the feeling of all that power racing around inside her was making her body do crazy things. Spitfire pulled out of the kiss with a wet pop and smirked as Brandy collapsed breathlessly onto her shoulder.

"Let's see that dick," Morgan whispered in Spitfire's ear. "You're going to take her apart for us."

There was a cracking noise, like a shell breaking, and Brandy felt the tip of something hard press up against her stomach. She tried to shy away from the hard poke that was now digging into her stomach, only for Calcine to press her back firmly to squash down on the new thickness rolling out Spitfire's hidden pocket.

"Yes!" Calcine's eyes lit up. "I knew it was there somewhere."

The dick pressing into Brandy's stomach was thick, hard, and boiling with pent-up energy as she felt it slide over her body.

"Hot damn." Sparky whistled, "She's got two tails, impressive. Really, really impressive."

"Biggest you've seen?" Spitfire smirked, and Sparky shivered.

"It might actually be," Sparky stretched and laid back against Spitfire. "Damn, even Mercury. Woof. You got this right, Calcine?"

"I believe in my Trainer," Calcine nodded."She'll do what she's told, and she will ride that cock."

Brandy could feel a thickness against her stomach that defied belief. The way it rubbed against her and flexed heavily against her was mesmerizing. She found it hard to press it back with her stomach, as thick and firm as Spitfire's tail. A monster of a cock, just like Spitfire was a towering monster of a Pokémon. Brandy tried to get her hands around it, but there was so much she couldn't even wrap her hands around the length.

"Not going to lie, I find this obedient Trainer thing pretty fucking hot." Spitfire grinned. "You going to do whatever I say, my sweet little morsel? Even if I want to fuck you so hard, I break a few ribs?"

Her tail brushed over the bottom of Brandy's feet as it writhed past, tickling as Spitfire moved to press Brandy between her upper body and the never-ending coils below. The tip of her tail writhing around one of Brandy's ankles and tugging her body out straight before worming its way up higher. The hard end of it teased along Brandy's thighs, and Spitfire rubbed her dick over Brandy's front. She only caught a glimpse of it between their bodies, but it made a lump swell in her throat, and she had to swallow hard to clear it. She wasn't sure if Spitfire was bigger than Mercury, but it was so damn close it didn't matter.

"What if I want to use my tail, too," Spitfire purred. "Break you from both ends. Can I do that? Fuck you until you're cooked through, then serve you up for your Partners to feast on?"

"Whatever you want," Brandy said, "I can take it."

She wasn't sure she could, but Calcine had got her this far; she just had to trust there was more to the plan than all her holes getting stretched to breaking point. Because there was no way she was going to outfuck Spitfire on her own, she was way too much of a woman.

"Oh, you are a treat," Spitfire smiled, "More Trainers should do as they're told. Now, let me show you why losing is no bad thing."