272 – Me Want Bite

272 – Me Want Bite

"You think you've got me, but I'm going to peel you out of this thing," Sharpy growled. She sat on the ground with her tail flopping around behind her, trying to use her claws to rip Brandy's white websuit apart. She had to be incredibly careful, so Brandy enjoyed the sensation of Sharpy's nails dragging over her skin and tugging her suit in weird ways. Sparky's webs were double-sided, and every attempt to rip it off her had the whole thing pressed firmly against her skin as it pulled itself back into place. Sharpy was getting increasingly frustrated, while Brandy got increasingly hot under the collar.

Ironically, her neck was one of the few bare bits of her; Sharpy had tried to peel Brandy off her breasts and only succeeded in ripping off the webbing around Brandy's throat. A shocking rip left her skin still tingling from the lingering static electricity.

Brandy's Steam Engine heart was begging for water because it had plenty of heat to feed it. Brandy was loving this.

"Never had a plan fail so successfully," Brandy said, trying to sound more upset than she was as her face was planted deep in shark boob.

Brandy felt the heat and moisture of her breath as she opened her mouth and softly pressed her tongue against the nipple she'd been teasing mercilessly. Sharpy moaned, and one of her fingers slipped, digging into Brandy's ass hard enough that it coaxed a squeak out of her mouth.

"Stop... fucking doing that," Sharpy growled, a tremble in her voice as she tried to pull her finger free of the webbing it had touched. The sticky threads just dragged it in further, and her wiggling finger teasing at Brandy's butt just filled her with bratty bug energy.

"Doing what? This?" Brandy sucked the nipple instead of licking this time, and Sharpy's hips bucked, a groan slipping from her mouth. Arceus, it felt good to feel Sharpy's body move; she just had so much power in those muscles, and Brandy couldn't wait until she got the chance to really ride the giant shark woman.

"You're the worst," Sharpy said. Her claw finally broke the last bit of resistance, holding her finger to the suit, and it was immediately put to use, slipping between Brandy's legs. "But I can't do anything while you're stuck to me, can I? Two can play at this game. Tell me how to get this webbing off."

Morgan was the witch, but for this one, Brandy was pulling on the two words of power that Sparky had taught her.

"Make me."

Even as Sharpy's eyes narrowed, Brandy felt her cocks stroke along Brandy's thigh and saw her golden striped tail lazily slapping back and forth behind her. Sharpy could act angry, but her body was giving away her actual enthusiasm.

"Make me! Ohhhhhh, I love that one!" their spectator clapped, and they both slowly turned to look at her.

Calcine. Drunk as sin. She was sitting cross-legged on the sand with her head in her hands and a big, innocently earnest smile on her face. Her cape was on fire behind her, smoke drifting into the dark, and she didn't even seem to notice. So fucking cute.

"Sharpy," she yelled, "Use Smackdown!"

"I don't have that Move!" Sharpy growled. "Do you know how to break these webs?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Calcine nodded, "I do."

"Tell me how."

Calcine slowly slid her head in her palms until it was completely horizontal, then poked her tongue out at Sharpy. "Make me."

"Bite." Brandy whined, "Bite first."

Sharpy's frustrated growl vibrated against her, and Brandy was already soaking. She could feel her pussy clench down on the finger that was pumping inside her, her juices leaking out and sliding down her thighs.

"You don't deserve it." Sharpy's rumbling voice had Brandy shivering. "But you do taste good. Watching carefully, Calcine?"

"Make her squeak like a chew toy." Calcine said, "She's wanted this for years. Go crazy."

Sharpy's eyes glanced from Brandy to Calcine.

"Please," Brandy breathed. "Make me yours."

"You'll dream about me," Sharpy took a deep breath, and Brandy gasped as the Shark Woman's mouth latched firmer onto her neck. Her vision swam to a warm white as she felt the teeth dig into her skin. The pain was a sharp burst that shattered her thoughts, and then it melted away into gooey pleasure. Poison Fang? Like Calcine, but Brandy didn't feel drunk this was a different kind of poison in her veins. Something that heightened her sensations and made time slow to a treacly pace.

She'd been unable to ignore it, but now she could truly feel every bump on Sharpy's finger, the little ridges rubbing over her walls as the long finger sank deep into her pussy and left her gaping. The sharp points of her teeth dripped more of their poison into her as they teased against her flesh. Even breathing was harder; Sharpy was so tight on her throat that Brandy was choking a little.

"More. More, please." She was begging now. Her hips were bucking back and forth, trying to force the finger deeper, and she was whimpering and mewling as the teeth and tongue lapped over her neck.

"I can smell your heat," Sharpy growled into her throat, her low voice rumbled against Brandy's skin. "You've soaked my finger; every breath you take rolls against my tongue. I know I'm getting to you."

Brandy moaned at the absolute truth of that. Sharpy wanted to dominate her, and Brandy was willing to push her to do a thorough job of it. Her hands were still stuck to Sharpy's sides, so she could only twist and writhe in place as she was slowly eaten alive, and there was no reprieve from it all. Sharpy's finger was driving her mad. She was already so close.

"I'm enjoying this," Calcine said. She'd sprawled herself out on the sand, lying on her back and staring up at them both. Brandy tried to blow her a kiss, but it came out as a dirty moan that Calcine seemed to love even more. "The webbing melts under heat."

"I don't have Fire moves," Sharpy growled. "You help me."

"Nah," Calcine said, shaking her head back and forth across the beach and getting sand in her hair. "Brandy's the flame that warms me; if you can't get her hot enough to melt those webs, you don't deserve my help."

"I've got her begging, I'm going to make her cum." Sharpy growled around Brandy's throat, and her finger sped up, pumping Brandy so hard she was bouncing on the thick digit. The friction was just so incredible. "She’s panting for me. How much hotter could she really get?"

Brandy's brain was becoming fog, and her throat was so parched that every breath stung. She needed water for her Steam Engine before it melted right in her chest, and she had a water type hanging off her neck. Sharpy thought she was in control, but Brandy was at her limit of waiting for the shark to try to soak her properly.

Time to get herself a drink.