The day after I posted the first chapter of this, someone submitted some new pics of Petrel on Rule 34. I know the two are unrelated, but to thank you beautiful people of the internet for more Petrel porn-here's another chapter, early.

Also, be sure to leave a review~! And as usual, if this gets nixed here, it'll be on A03.


The Glorious Gang Rocket

-Chapter 2: How to Make the Guy You've Been Crushing On for Two Years Stop Whoring Himself Out in Disguises and Date You-

"Hey girl, what's up? Tonight at eight?"

Petrel, who held his black pokégear to his head, turned to Proton who was walking alongside him that afternoon. He nodded back; Proton was fine with finding something to do while his friend entertained a girl for an hour. And Petrel turned back to finish his conversation.

"Yeah, we can do that. Huh? You want me to be some guy from your math class? Well, you'll have to bring me a photo, but I can make it work."

Proton just rolled his eyes. The minute they'd left school and begun their long walk home that day, Petrel had been going through his bang list, calling up the few girls he hadn't banged yet and began setting up appointments with them.

Well, except Brione.

"What should you bring? Nothing, I don't do sleepovers-you leave when it's over."

The blue haired boy wasn't too surprised when he didn't see her anywhere around the campus when he and Petrel had returned. He assumed that she'd headed home early to get some sleep; the Gang Rumble was only two days away after all.

"Yeah, whatever just remember my rules. I'll see you later then."

Petrel lowered the pokégear from his head and ended the call, turning to his friend as the two neared the apartment they shared on the east side of town, not far from the apartment of the light purple haired girl they had English class with.

"Thanks," Petrel quickly said, turning to his friend. "It'll be no more than an hour, I promise."

But Proton just gave him a short wave, "Yeah, I don't care…"

He continued, however, "If you're looking for something to do you could probably drop by Brione's, I usually ask her to proof my essays for class so I'm sure she'd help you with yours. You remember the way, right? She'll probably be awake by then."

The blue haired boy nodded, "Yeah, I might do that."

"Cool, cool. If you could drop mine off and ask what she wants in return, I'd appreciate it."

When the duo reached Petrel's roomy apartment, Proton stood outside with his hands in his pockets, just aimlessly looking around. His friend promised that he'd have a key made for him by the end of the week so he could come in and out as he pleased, but he didn't really care, there were plenty of things to do around the city.

"You coming?" Petrel called back from inside.

Proton nodded and made his way in. Similar to the apartment of Petrel's female friend, the front consisted of a decently sized space that acted as their living room, with a small kitchenette and small dining table with chairs to the left, the entrance to the shared bathroom to the right.

"Like I said, I'll get you that key soon," Petrel called over to Proton who had wandered over to the fridge, while he hung up his jacket in the small closet by the door. "The locksmith's just been backed up or some shit."

"It's fine," he answered as he pulled a cold soda from the fridge and made his way down a short alcove that connected to the back of the living room where the doors to Petrel and Proton's separate bedrooms were. When he pushed the door open, everything was exactly as he'd left it; neat and clean.

Proton dropped his jacket over the chair of his own small desk that sat against the north wall of his room and pulled his books out of the bag. He had a few hours before Petrel's nightly appointment, so he figured he'd work on some of his math homework while he waited.

And in the background he could hear Petrel from the couch, on his pokégear once more.

"Hey Bri, this is Petrel, I'm just calling to let you know that Proton's gonna stop by your place around eight to drop off my essay to proof. Just let him know what you want in exchange..."

Proton figured that Brione was likely asleep still, which would explain why Petrel was leaving a message for her.

"…I'm a bit swamped with homework tonight, otherwise I'd stop by too, but maybe we can get together Sunday night or something? Well…let me know, see ya."

He was a bit surprised that Petrel'd lied to her about why he wasn't coming over, but he knew it wasn't his business.

"Thanks again," Petrel said as he stood by the door to Proton's room. "Like I said, it'll only be like an hour. I'll call you when I've thrown her out."

He nodded from his seat across from him, "Yeah, that's fine."

Petrel could tell from his friend's tone that he disapproved of what he was doing and offered an excuse; "Look, she's just a bird like the rest of them… You think she would've jumped at the chance if I wasn't a chairman? Nope…"

"That's your business," he called back, returning his attention to the textbook before him. He heard his friend let out a long sigh as he lit a cigarette and retreated into his own bedroom for the while, likely preparing for the arrival of this evening's bird.

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By seven-thirty Proton was back on the streets of Goldenrod City that night, headed over to the apartment of the girl from his English class while Petrel awaited his bird. He decided that once he got there he'd have to get her number for his pokégear…in case Petrel made a habit of sending him over, y'know…no other reason.

"Hey, it's Proton!" he called from outside her door as he knocked. A few seconds after and she opened the door, cigarette in hand, her eyes looking particularly red that evening, as she let him in. He made his way over to the sofa where he'd sat the night before and dug through his bag for Petrel's essay.

"He said to ask what you wanted in return," Proton said as he held out the paper to her.

"Um," she sighed as she took it from him and let out a puff of smoke. "I…I have to think about it."

"Well, I guess give him a call or whatever when you think of something."

Brione made her way over to the small dining table near her own kitchenette as she read through her friend's essay, making marks here and there. She had a few ideas for things to request…

She looked over at where Proton sat on her sofa, book in hand, "Um…you can make yourself at home…I have some drinks in the fridge…and drinks in the cabinet above it."

"I don't drink," Proton called back. "But thanks anyway."

The two sat in silence for a while, Brione busy going over Petrel's essay and correcting it while Proton worked through the reading assignment on her sofa. He paid little attention to the book, instead thinking about what he'd learned earlier about her. As he glanced around her small apartment, he noticed a shelf opposite the kitchenette where a series of encyclopedias on pokémon physiology were neatly lined up.

"So…you're a trainer?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"Um…what kind of pokémon do you like?" he offered.

"Dark types," she called back.

Poison and dark type pokémon were pretty common for members of the Rocket Gang, poison pokémon more so than dark. His small team, although not primarily used for battle, were both poison type, and so were most of Petrel's, save his trusty raticate.

"I see…" He wasn't exactly sure what else to say, but thought up another question, "So…you're the Gang Rumble Champion?"

"Yes."

"Hmm…well, how did you manage to keep up your streak for so long?" He hadn't meant to make it seem as though he was downplaying her skill as a trainer, but he realized once the words had already exited his lips that it was exactly what it sounded like…

"By being merciless."

That wasn't an answer he'd expected to hear. But then again, you couldn't make it far in the Rocket Gang without being a bit ruthless. Plus she was a non-chairman who seemed to be playing a significant role in the upcoming Broadcast Club Heist, which only the upper crusts even knew about in the first place.

He quickly thought up another question, "So…are you looking forward to the Gang Rumble this weekend?"

Brione stopped writing for a moment as she replied, "It is the only thing I look forward to anymore."

Again, not an answer he really expected, but that would explain why she always appeared to be busy daydreaming or lost in thought while in class.

"Well, don't forget tomorrow's meeting…"

Proton returned to looking around her apartment when he heard the sound of her dining chair skidding across the floor and a moment later; saw her standing before him, paper in hand.

"Here you are," she said as she handed him back Petrel's essay with her corrections, then added, "You can leave I guess…"

The problem was, he still had about another half hour before Petrel would be finished with his business, and he didn't want to have to stand outside of the apartment in the middle of the night like some weirdo waiting for whatever girl he'd slept with to exit.

He thought of a quick excuse; "Can you proof mine too?"

She sighed, but nodded, "Yeah…just hand it over…"

And when he did, she retreated back to her seat at the dining table and got to work while Proton pulled his book back up and continued to pretend to be reading, glancing around at her things all the while. It felt strange to be alone with a girl in her apartment, especially one he didn't really know all that well…but he hid his nervousness and waited, watching a noctowl clock that hung above her door.

After about forty more minutes of silence, he heard the chair of her dining table again as she walked over to hand back his essay, covered in notes and markings.

"Here you are," she sighed. "I guess you shall be leaving now-"

Before he could thank her however, the two of them heard a loud rapping at her door, and she stepped over to answer it.

"Hey Bri!" Petrel panted as he stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. Proton assumed that he must have run all the way out there, because he appeared to be out of breath. And he must have already finished up with his bird because there was the tiniest bit of lipstick smeared on the right side of his jaw.

Brione just held her hands together to her chest with her mouth hanging open as she looked down at the flowers then back up at Petrel.

Proton figured that it was time for him to leave as Petrel tossed him his keys to the apartment. He didn't make any fuss, just hurried out the door and began to make his way home. However, a few steps away from the door, Proton heard what sounded like some shouting and turned just in time to see Petrel and his bouquet thrown to the ground, then the door being slammed in his face.

He guessed that she'd also noticed the lipstick and wasn't too pleased.

Petrel sighed as he rose to his feet and walked over to where Proton stood, watching, "Uh…"

Proton couldn't help to chuckle at the scene, "Looks like she's not easily fooled."

His purple haired friend looked away in embarrassment, "Yeah…she's pretty mad at me now…"

Proton didn't realize exactly how angry she was until he saw her avoiding Petrel in school the following day; walking past when he greeted her, slamming the door of her locker in his face, and pitching all of his notes back at him until…

"Ms. Bonheur, would you like to share that with the class?"

Brione held the tenth note Petrel had thrown to her in her hands, her cheeks growing red from embarrassment, "I…um…not really…"

But their English teacher motioned for her to come up to the front with it, "Why not? I'd like to hear it."

She limply stood from her seat, slowly dragging herself past rows of snickering classmates until she stood before the teacher's desk. Her palms-and everything else really-were sweating as she held onto the note. Proton turned to see Petrel with his face in his hands and he realized that whatever his friend's note said, it probably wasn't something he wanted the rest of the class to hear.

It was then that Proton decided to quickly flip to the back of his notebook, write out a short note, ball it up, and pitch it across the room while Brione's body blocked the teacher's sight, slamming her in the head.

"Ow! What was…" she winced in pain, dropping the note she had been holding to the floor near where Proton's had fallen. She quickly ducked down and picked it up, swapping it for Petrel's.

When she stood back up, the teacher repeated, "Go ahead and read it for us all."

"Um…" she nervously unfolded the letter and turned to the rest of the room and read; "Don't forget tomorrow's club meeting."

Brione glanced over the note once more, realizing that it wasn't one of Petrel's many love letters and looked back at Proton who gave her a slight wave. She couldn't believe that he would provide such a prompt assist, and neither did Petrel whose hands had lowered to his cheekbones. He turned to his blue haired friend.

"I had to remind her somehow," Proton whispered over.

"T-Thanks bro," Petrel whispered back.

However, Proton's quick save hadn't been enough to make Brione attend the Rocket Club meeting the following afternoon. As vice-president Ariana read down the list of participants, she stopped at Orion once more, looking out towards where Proton sat.

"I see Orion has missed another meeting," Archer noted from the front of the classroom the group used for their gatherings. He too, was staring straight at the newest chairman.

Proton began his excuse, "Well you see-"

But was stopped when the group heard tapping at the window to the left, where a honchkrow with a note tied to its leg was perched. Archer turned to his vice-president and motioned for her to check it out. She worked her way over, cracking open the window enough to untie the note and pull it inside as the honchkrow flew away.

Ariana read it to herself as she made her way back to her spot next to Archer once more.

It said, by the way;

I found our mole from the Broadcast Club, Chad. – O

Ariana glanced up at the nervous nerdy-looking kid who sat away from everyone, then handed the note over to Archer whispering, "Orion sent us a message, what would you have me do?"

And after taking the note and giving it a quick once over he whispered back, "Deal with it after the meeting."

She nodded as he slipped the note into the pocket of his jacket and turned back to the group, and started his opening statement, "Today we'll be cutting things short, for I have business to deal with across town. I expect to see Orion returning for Tuesday's meeting…"

He paused and looked over at Proton expectantly.

"…until then I'd like everyone to consider a few methods we can use for fundraising our efforts-besides the Gang Rumble."

As Archer spoke, Proton was lost in thought thinking about the girl from his English class. Maybe he'd been wrong about her, assuming she was just a shrinking violet, maybe she was only like that around Petrel. He thought back to her comments on the essay she looked over for him; she wasn't fucking around when she proofed.

She'd crossed out entire passages and write on the side; Filler crap, does not add to your argument. Or circle specific words and note; Are you a preschooler? Your lack of word variety suggests as much. And at the very end; What was the point? I never found it.

No wonder Petrel was doing so well for someone who spent almost the entire class tossing around notes, leaving for smoke breaks, and sneaking in calls to girls from under his desk; he had Brione pushing him harder than their own teacher was, to do better.

Proton thought he might want to ask her to proof more of his stuff…

"…and with that, our meeting is adjourned."

He tossed his bag over his shoulder and made his way out, his friend Petrel catching up a minute later.

"Here, I'm heading over to Bri's for a while," his friend said as he handed over the keys to the apartment.

"Isn't she mad at you though?" he asked, he was sure after the incident during class, she was probably even angrier.

"I'm gonna work things out, don't you worry about it," Petrel reassured him with a large grin, before running off.

Proton shook his head, not like it was his business anyway…not like he cared…and made his way back to their apartment to finish his homework early so he could enjoy the weekend. Brione, who sat in the desk of her apartment, had the same idea, until she heard the knocking on her door.

When she opened it, she was surprised at what she saw, "Proton?"

He smiled, "Petrel kicked me out again, can I stay over here for a little while?"

"Um…sure…make yourself at home," she answered, moving out of the way and closing the door behind him.

Of course, she hadn't realized that the Proton sitting on her sofa was actually a very cheeky Petrel in disguise. He knew that she would've never let him in as himself, but seeing how well that worked, he was curious to see how far he could take his little costume.

Brione stepped over to the sofa, cigarette in hand and asked, "Do you want one?"

But Petrel, knowing Proton, answered; "No thanks, I don't smoke."

She nodded and began to make her way back to the desk in her small bedroom when the disguised Petrel called out to her, "So…you and Petrel?"

She turned back to him as she took another puff, "What about Petrel and I?"

Petrel didn't know what Proton knew about Brione so far, or his disposition towards her, so he decided to stick with the one topic he knew best; Petrel. And, considering Brione didn't notice he was simply in disguise, he could put in a good word for himself.

"Well," he began with a precision strike, "the two of you seemed pretty close…did something happen?"

Brione hadn't realized the deception, but she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to tell this guy, who she'd only recently met and knew very little about, even more so because he lived with the man in question.

"Why do you care?"

It was time to play for some sympathy, so he commented, "I'm just asking because he's been acting all gloomy since the other night, sitting around smoking non-stop, and he wouldn't tell me why."

It seemed to work, as Brione set her free hand to her chest as she looked down with a frown, "Oh…I…never realized…"

Now Petrel decided to give her a bit of a push, "Maybe the two of you should talk it out or something?"

"I…" she took a long puff and breathed out as she admitted, "No, you are correct…I should try and tell him…"

"Tell him what?" Petrel inquired.

"My-" But she stopped herself and turned back to her room, "None of your business."

Brione returned to her desk to finish the math worksheet she had been working through before his arrival, while Petrel sat on her sofa still in his disguise. He would've pushed her further, but his pokégear began to ring and he leaned over, whispering into it.

"Yeah?" he said as he picked up.

It was Proton; "Hey, have you seen my cap? I can't find it anywhere."

Well, Petrel knew exactly where it was-on his head-but he wasn't about to admit that.

"I don't know! I'm kinda busy right now, can I help you find it later?" Petrel groaned, glancing over to where Brione was hunched over, tapping her pencil to the desk as she thought.

But his friend continued, "I don't know where it could have gone, I left it on the back of my door where I always keep it. Do you think someone broke in and stole it?"

He shook his head and harshly whispered into the pokégear, "Look, I'll be there in a minute to help you find it…"

"Oh, thank you!"

He quickly hung up, stuffing the pokégear in his pocket as he called out to Brione, "Hey, um…so thanks for letting me sit here a while. Petrel apparently needs my help with something, so I'm gonna leave now, bye."

She gave a short wave back and answered, "Yeah, just lock the door on the way out."

Petrel promptly made his way out of her apartment and ripped the fake face he'd been wearing off along with the blue wig and Proton's cap. If he hurried, he could quickly run home and come back later to see her as himself.

Meanwhile, Brione finished her worksheet and returned it to her bag, taking a long stretch as she thought of what to do next. The Gang Rumble would be the following night, but she already decided on which of her three pokémon she would use for the event.

She stepped over to her closet, where between her Rocket Gang jacket, extra school uniforms, and thin bath robes, hung the short black cape with a red R that she wore to every Gang Rumble. On the long shelf above it sat her face mask, gloves, and a shoulder length black wig.

Instead of pulling them out, she reached for a thin bath robe. Since she'd finished up her homework so quickly, she figured it would be nice to just relax for the evening and sleep until the following night's event. Exiting into the main room of her apartment, she stepped into the adjacent bathroom and started to fill her tub for a nice hot bath.

But just as she'd finished undressing and lowered into her tub, she heard knocking at her door once more. She quickly stood back up and slipped her robe on to answer it, opening the door enough to peek out…

"Hey Bri~!"

She saw Petrel, a box of chocolates tucked away under his right arm, and a single piece deliberately held up so she could see it in his left hand. He looked straight at her as he gave it a long lick…and her legs began to shake.

"I thought maybe you'd wanna share some chocolates with me," he explained as he took another long lick, then flicked his tongue back and forth against it.

Petrel knew how much Brione loved candy and sweets. He also knew how well his teasing worked as her cheeks reddened from the other side of the door.

"I…"

He took another long lick and brought the chocolate to his lips, giving it a small nip as he looked at her with a seductive side-glance. She looked away, her cheeks growing even hotter.

"Can I come in?" he asked as he licked his lips, eyes still focused on her.

Brione wasn't sure whether he meant inside her apartment or her legs, but at the moment the answer to both was YES! She stepped back and moved the door with her, letting Petrel make a beeline in towards her sofa.

"Come here," he smirked to her as he patted the cushion next to him. "I'll feed you some."

And she obeyed, settling down next to him with her mouth wide open. He opened up the box and pulled out a piece, dangling it above her lips.

"Tell me how much you want it," he teased.

"I want it!" she pleaded, her tongue reaching out towards the delicious piece of chocolate that hung just out of her reach.

But he raised it higher and smirked, "Yeah? How badly?"

"Badly…" she moaned, reaching for it with her hand, but Petrel grabbed and set it back on her lap.

He shook his head, "Naughty, naughty girl trying to cheat now."

"Petrel…" she moaned out again, "s-stop teasing me!"

Petrel tossed the chocolate into his own mouth and set the box on the coffee table, pushing her onto her back and climbing on top.

"Yeah, you want me to stop teasing and just give it to you?" he groaned as his hands worked their way to the belt of her robe. "But maybe I'll play it like you instead…"

Brione felt his hands leaving her belt as he sat back up, grabbing another chocolate. She reached out and latched onto his arm, but he just stared at her, slowly setting another piece between his lips. The discomfort that had begun to grow between her legs the minute she saw him was reaching agonizing levels now.

"Mhm, so tasty," he moaned, licking his fingers. He watched as her breathing began to hitch and her legs continued to shake beside him. "Did you want one now?"

She nodded; her heart racing. Petrel pulled out another piece of chocolate and hunched over her once more, setting it to her lips while she slowly snaked her legs around him, pulling herself closer to his hips.

"Mhm, you want this?" he asked as he rubbed the piece of candy against her lips. She opened her mouth so her tongue could reach for it, but Petrel took the opportunity to stick it inside along with his two fingers, demanding; "Lick 'em."

Brione softly held onto his wrist with both hands and pulled his fingers out, swallowing the already melting chocolate and licked them clean before him. He smirked as he reached with his free hand for another one to dangle over her.

"Petrel…" she whimpered out as he set another piece to her lips. As much as she wanted to play with candy all night, his teasing was killing her. She just wanted him to hurry up and fuck her already.

"What's that Bri?" he asked as he lowered another piece into her mouth, pressing his fingers to her tongue. "Did you want something?"

She released his wrist from her grip and moved her shaking hands down to her belt, ripping open her robe so he could admire her warm body hidden beneath it. He glanced down with a smirk, then pulled out another candy for her.

"What're you trying to ask for?" he continued to tease, cleaning his fingers on her tongue. "You're acting like you want something real bad…"

Brione tightened the hold on his hips with her legs, pulling him close enough so she could grind her hips against him, in an attempt to tell him exactly what she wanted, because the words sure as hell weren't going to make it out of her mouth any time soon.

"Oh," he groaned, "look at you, you naughty, naughty girl, trying to get me all worked up. I thought we'd just enjoy some candy together, but you've clearly got other things on your mind."

"Petrel," she whimpered once more as she tried to pull him on top of her by his arm, but he wasn't having any of that.

"I just wanna eat some candy, don't you wanna eat some candy with me, Bri?" he asked as he pulled her arms off of himself.

"Petrel…" she began to cry out as tears flew down her hot cheeks.

Petrel just leaned in and licked them up, then licked his lips, saying, "Your tears are so delicious. Cry some more for me, Bri."

And she did, grinding her hips against him once more. Brione wasn't sure how much more of his teasing she could take, but he continued anyway. She moaned out, feeling his hard erection through his pants against her, but not inside…

He followed her gaze down to his groin, smirking, "Oh, is that what you want now? How about you pull it out and tell me how much you want it?"

Brione reached down to his hips and started to undo his pants, pulling his throbbing dick out as she loudly moaned to him, "I really want it, Petrel, I really want it!"

"Yeah?" He demanded, "Stroke it and tell me how bad you need it."

With her fingers gingerly stroking its length, she begged, "So badly, Petrel I need it badly!"

"Hmm," he groaned out. "Do you? Because if you really did, you'd kiss it and tell me how much you'd love it inside you."

She let go of his dick for a moment and rose to her knees, then bent down and set the tip against her lips, panting, "I would love it inside of me so much, Petrel, I love it…"

"Mhm," he threw his head back and let out a deep breath, adding, "Not yet, we've still gotta get it nice and moist so it slides right in…I bet your mouth'd do the trick."

At first she was nervous; she'd never had one in her mouth before, let alone Petrel's. In fact, until the other day, she'd never even seen it in person before. But if it would make his teasing end…

Brione opened her mouth and set his twitching cock inside, rubbing along it with her tongue. Petrel let out a loud moan and grabbed onto her head and pushed himself further in. Tears continued to fall from her eyes as he pushed even deeper.

"That's right," he moaned out to her. "Get it all nice and wet…"

Her head bobbed up and down as he tossed another piece of chocolate in his mouth with one hand and held onto her head with the other, pushing her down and pulling her back up just how he wanted it. All the while Brione thought back to Petrel's rules and a few of the self-help books she'd been caught numerous times in class reading.

Every time a new girl joined the Rocket Gang, Petrel would get their name and age-because now that he'd hit eighteen he wasn't accepting any more under-aged hussies-and tell her something to the extent of;

I'm Petrel and I've got a proposition for you. You're on my bang-list now, so in exchange for fucking me I'll give you a single favor. And to make things fun, I'll even disguise myself as whomever you want when we fuck, and it's over when I come in any of your three holes. However, I've got some rules; no kissing, no cuddling, no sleeping over, no calling me ever again, no pet-names, and no second chances. Got that?

However, things worked a bit different for Brione, whom it took Petrel a year to figure out's true identity, since he'd originally met her at a Gang Rumble as Orion. His greeting to her went something like;

You already know who I am, and I now know who you are. Well guess what, I'm going to fuck your brains out one of these days as whoever you want me to be. What? You want me to be myself? Whatever, I guess I don't owe you a favor then. What? Why would I owe you a favor for fucking me? Do I think girls wouldn't want to sleep with me? Stop asking me stupid questions and just open your legs!

Although later he told her about the other rules, she never truly understood the reason why he needed to disguise himself in the first place. She'd tried reading a few books on relationships to figure it out, but for some reason she couldn't find one entitled How to Make the Guy You've Been Crushing On for Two Years Stop Whoring Himself Out in Disguises and Date You.

And none of her attempts to hint at wanting to date him appeared to work…

Brione was snapped back from her thoughts when she felt Petrel's grip on her head tighten and his thrusts against her skull growing faster.

"C'mon, Bri, you're almost there!" he moaned at the top of his lungs as he repeatedly slammed her face down into his groin. He clenched his teeth as he added, "Don't you want this in your tight little pussy? C'mon, get it nice and slippery!"

She watched as Petrel leaned back on her couch and opened his hips even more; slamming her head into his groin so hard that it hurt her throat. Although her cries of pain were drowned out by his own loud moans, especially after he gave her one final, deep thrust and came in her mouth.

He stopped a moment, panting heavily, then demanded; "Aren't you gonna clean yourself up Bri? You better swallow it all."

Brione had to admit that semen wasn't the taste she wanted in her mouth at the moment, but she did as she was told and quickly swallowed every last drop as Petrel pulled himself out, huffing and puffing still.

He sat one hand atop her head and patted it while the other reached over and pulled out another piece of chocolate, shoving it in her mouth as he groaned, "Good girl, Bri, good girl."

She thought it was a nice gesture and a good way to get the bad taste out of her mouth, although right afterwards he removed his hand from her head and pushed her back on the sofa, grabbing her hips with his hands as he told her, "You've been such a good girl that I'm gonna give you a treat now."

She felt him rubbing his dick right against her, teasingly. Her own breathing hitched, she was so ready for him that if he wasted another moment outside of her, she would have to rip all of his clothes off and fuck him herself.

Petrel set his tip right against her this time when he demanded, "Tell me how much you want me, Bri, I wanna know how badly you want me!"

"Petrel!" she cried out. "I want you so badly, I need you so badly!"

"That's right," he smirked, wiping sweat off of his own forehead as he removed one of his hands and grabbed her right leg, pulling it up. "Ooh Bri I've been waiting so long for this. I wanna hear you screaming my name when I rip you through!"

Brione flinched.

Just as she felt him slowly pushing the tip in, her legs uncontrollably clenched shut like a bear trap and she started to cry. The pain was unbearable…she couldn't do it.

"Bri, please!" he cried out. "Don't do this to me!"

She covered her hands in her face, she couldn't do it.

"Petrel...it hurts so much!" Brione continued to cry, her face becoming a red and wet mess. "Please, stop Petrel…I…I…"

He groaned out in agony as he pulled out of her.