275 – Let Her Cook (18+)

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.

"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."