184 – The Woman Who Broke the Bats (18+)

184 – The Woman Who Broke the Bats (18+)

Victoria's reluctance to admit defeat raised a question no one had ever adequately answered.

How did you decide a winner when two Trainers fought? With Shay, they'd agreed on the rules beforehand, but Victoria was a sudden, surprising battle out of nowhere, and she wasn't going to make it easy and just concede.

So, how did you end the battle? Pure stubbornness wasn't something anyone wanted to reward after all. It'd be no fun if all the most powerful Trainers only got there because they refused to admit defeat.

There'd been many attempts to make a point system or some kind of tap-out mechanic, but they were all kind of lame and pushed people to do things that just didn't suit the mood. Breaking sex down into numbers was just a powerfully unsexy thing to do. In Tournaments, you usually had judges, and they'd call the fight when they felt one side had proven themselves superior. Part of the fun was that it was never clear what that would be until you saw it. Leaving a lady a fucked stupid mess was usually a winner, but there'd be winners who'd gone far more creative routes. Tamarind had famously won a Tournament by proposing to her long-term rival, which was a one-time move. Hopefully.

If you could touch your opponent's heart or the hearts of the audience, then you were close to winning. It's not a clear thing you could measure, but you usually know when you've done it.

Brandy put her hands around Victoria's waist. She was slim, not as tall as Brandy, but still tall enough she'd look down at most women. Or bat sense? It was clear Victoria had a trick to seeing with her Noibats and the sounds they made. The laces of her corset belt were an excellent place to start, Brandy picking at them as Victoria leaned back against her shoulder.

"Red," Victoria said confidently. "Your hair's red."Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

"I told you my Poké-mom was Fire Type. That's an easy guess."

"I think I deserve a little credit! I'm at a big disadvantage here." Victoria said with a fang-toothed smile. She wormed her hips to make it trickier for Brandy to take her belt off. Brandy squeezed her to get her to still, getting a rather satisfying gasp out of her, then got back too it. "You're so warm. It can't be all from your Parent. Your Carkol must have shared a little. Are your eyes also Red?"

"They're a gorgeous Red, and they sparkle some," Morgan said. She was sitting cross-legged opposite them, just watching with an amused smile. "She got that from our little bug. They're made of tiny hexagons if you look really closely."

"Sounds pretty," Victoria sighed as Brandy slipped her corset belt off. It was the lynchpin of her outfit. Brandy could rake her fingers along the shirt buttons to pop those open and peel it off Victoria while her thigh rubbed away her dress. The lacy black underwear it left her in made Brandy blush because it contrasted beautifully with her pale white skin. Victoria wasn't curvy, but she was still a knockout, and Brandy was happy to use her remarkable eyes to take in the view.

"Leave her glasses on," Morgan said. "I like them. The red lenses make you kind of match."

"My girls love the glasses. They found them in a shop and really fuss over me if I don't wear them." Victoria said proudly, "Take them off if they get in the way of kissing. You don't have to scratch your nose just to make your Murkrow happy."

"This Murkrow's got some lovely claws," Morgan smirked. "I'll give you some scratches once Brandy's done with you to even it out."

Brandy took the hint and turned Victoria's head so they could go in for a kiss. Now that she was worried about those glasses, she tried to scoop in low, and it wasn't the most comfortable of kisses. But Victoria showed she had no problem adjusting for her, hooking an arm over Brandy's shoulder and pushing her body up to make the angle easier.

The knots they'd tied themselves in were rediculous, but the kiss was still a lot better than it had any right to be, Victoria's soft lips caressing Brandy's own, her tongue poking in, trying to make a home. Her sharp fangs weren't biting, just pricking Brandy's lip and reminding her they were there. Brandy put some passion into it, pressing in as her tongue tussled away with the invader, giving them a little battle to claim any space. Eventually, Victoria relaxed into it and just let Brandy kiss her as thoroughly as she wanted to.

When Brandy pulled back, Victoria's face was a lovely pink. Brandy reached up and cupped her cheek, getting a giggle as her hand brushed her ear. They had a slight point to them like they were growing out. Would she eventually get bunny-like bat ears if she stuck with all the Noibat? A bunny-earned lover, now that'd be the dream.

"They are impossible," Victoria nodded, "But they dote on me terribly, which makes it easier. I got lost in here when I was younger. I was headstrong as a child, if you can believe it?"

"You?" Brandy gasped. "Surely not. You seem so modest and polite."

"Cheek," Victoria sighed softly. The ear kisses, and Brandy's fingers had melted her muscles. If Brandy didn't hold her up, she'd flow right out onto the ground and make a pretty puddle. "Noibat lives in darkness most of the time. A human girl who wasn't even a little afraid of the dark fascinated them. They could barely leave me alone when I told them I always lived in darkness. They kept checking up on me, flying miles just to make sure I was okay. Total sweethearts."

"I always live in darkness. That sounds so edgy," Morgan chuckled. "If I said that, I'd get made fun of."

"No ruining my love story," Victoria chided. "Or I'll tell them you were mean to me, and they'll pluck all your feathers out."

"I could take them," Morgan said, her teeth glowing with a little black energy. "I'd just go for the ears."

A dark-infused sneak attack was enough to send that jolt of pleasure through Victoria that broke her, her body twitching and shaking as her mouth went slack and a little bit of drool spilled out. "Ah, ah, hahh. Oooh, yes. Oh, fuck."

Brandy dragged her fingers out and lifted them up. She wasn't sure what to wipe them off on, but Morgan solved that by grabbing Brandy's hand and licking it clean, Victoria squirming between them as she had to listen to the cleanup.

"Look at her," Morgan teased. "She loves the sound so much, how's she going to handle your noisy pussy eating?"

"I'm not that bad," Brandy huffed. Pulling her fingers out of Morgan's mouth so she could flick her face. "You've heard me do it once."

"It was like she was trying to core a melon with her tongue," Morgan said, "If you like sex sounds, prepare for some you've never heard before."

"I'm looking forward to it," Victoria sighed. "Now, get my panties off. I can't take this tease anymore. I want you between my legs."

"That sounds like she's accepted her loss to me," Morgan pinched Victoria's cheeks. "Knew we'd win you around."

"I'll admit you didn't lose," Victoria said, leaning back to look at Morgan. "Brandy lives up to your words. Maybe I'll say you won."

Brandy cricked her neck. Right then. It was going to be like that.

What followed was some feral lovemaking that brought a grin to the Dark Type Bird's lips. Victoria admitted Brandy won halfway through the onslaught. Brandy disagreed and kept going until Victoria couldn't speak in complete sentences.

It was one thing to admit defeat, but knowing it in your bones. That took some extra work.