Cynthia loved the Galar region! The sights and locales were amazing to see, the food was positively scrumptious and delightfully exotic, and the Pokemon were unique and quite unlike anywhere else! By far the most appetizing, tantalizing, and rapturous attraction the gallant nation had, however, were the girls! The one thing above all else that was the entire reason the blonde and busty amazonian of a Champion even scheduled her vacation in it in the first place.
Oh, she fucking loved the way those sluts strut around the place in their high-heels and short skirts. How their legs flowed from their adorable waists like a beverage meant to be drunk by the eyes. Their supple chests pronounced by their tight shirts and their petite and firm behinds that were just begging to be fondled by her hands.
The most exquisite trait of those barely-dressed strumpets, Cynthia thought, was easily their Mamoswine-sized tent-pitchers they somehow kept contained inside the tightness of their panties! Breathtakingly exquisite examples of pure, unadulterated virility and mouth-watering sex appeal. The thought of those horse-hung she-studs walking around with balls filled to the brim with unspent fem-spunk made her knees weak and her groin wet. She needed to satisfy her carnal desires or else she'd go crazy!
Luckily, Cynthia had just spotted one of those silky-smooth snacks walk out of a nearby Pokemart. She had found her prey, and now it was time to seal the deal!
"Hey cutie, ever had your cock sucked by a Champion before?" said Cynthia smoothly as she walked towards the pink-dressed alt girl, inwardly patting herself on the back for another amazing pick-up line.
"W-w-what!? Who are you?" stammered out the bewildered punk girl, completely caught off guard both by the brazen nature of the question itself and the giant woman with a massive rack and an ass to match that asked it.
"Hi, I'm Cynthia, the reigning Champion of my wonderful home region of Sinnoh, and I'd positively love to gargle on that sausage you have stashed underneath your skirt there." shamelessly said the blond and blue-eyed beauty. Amusement spreading across her features at how embarrassed the demure young lady reacted to the boldness of her answer.
"I-I, uh, I-I don't know if that's a good idea. W-we just met! You don't even know my name!" How could you want to do something so dirty with someone you don't even know?" asked the wide-eyed young woman in earnest curiosity. She had never done anything more than give her girlish girth a few strokes here and there, usually after being beaten in a battle by Gloria, most definitely the first person that came to Marnie's mind when she imagined herself being blown by a Champion.
The salacious train of thought running through Marnie's mind caused a surge of blood to shoot towards her quickly heating groin. The bottom half of her skirt beginning to rise bit by bit as the intrusive vision of the brunette Galarian super-star on her knees with a throat full of Marnie's cock made the stoic punk almost unbearably aroused despite the current company and the fact she was in public.
The quickly growing length poking out of Marnie's pink dress made Cynthia lick her lips in anticipation. "Success." she thought triumphantly, hooking an arm around the girl barely half her age as she dragged her into a nearby alley. The faint scent of old garbage and rotten food doing nothing to dissuade the stirring of her lions as she crouched down and yanked the punks' panties sharply downwards, eager to get to work and salivate all over her prize.
And what a prize it was! An astonishing shaft of pale perfection stood loud and proud from the base of Marnie's crotch. Eight, nine, no, ten entire inches of mouth-unhinging glory grew from base to tip, clad in moon-pale skin with thick, purple veins strewn around it. An uncut pillar of pure, uncorrupted, and flawless cock-meat that Cynthia was more than happy to rob of its virginal properties. She couldn't have been happier now that she had gotten a good look at the tremendous tent-pitcher that was she going to become very well-acquainted with.
The one wielding the whopping womb-smasher of a flesh-stick, on the other hand, was absolutely mortified at the choice of location the busty blue-eyed bimbo had chosen as her preferred place to chow down on some cock at. A scarcely filled alleyway right next to a busy street; a place anyone could turn their head towards and get a glimpse of a seven-foot-tall gargantuan goddess of a woman on her knees and sucking the soul out of a five-foot punk-rocker!
If Cynthia had any qualms or worries herself about being caught or stared at while getting down to business, she certainly didn't show it. Nothing but the enormity of the jumbo-sized butt-buster staring at her seemed to be running through her thick skull at the moment. A belief that was reinforced thoroughly when she began to pepper the base of the bulge as well as the Apricorn-sized orbs of sweet, smooth, and sweaty salaciousness.
Her tongue applied longing licks and desperate slurps against the quivering sack of girlish grace. The teasing trials of her tongue made Marnie shake in pleasure, her toes curling and her fingers balling into fists as she tried to withstand the oral onslaught the Champion was delivering onto her in a way only an expert in the dick-smoking arts could give someone.
The mind of the Dark-type Gym Leader was melting into ceaseless bliss. She felt as if nothing else in the world existed beyond the caring touch of Cynthia's pillowy-soft lips against her engorged gonads. Subtle as velvet and twice as tender, the ceaseless sensations spreading throughout her body from her balls were bringing the Spikemuth native to the brink of busting the fattest fucking nut of her life right onto the Champion of Sinnoh's face.
The only thing that prevented the older woman from getting a bucket's worth of nut sludge drenched all over her mug was the simple fact that she had stopped her act of under shaft adoration. She WAS determined to end this little tryst wearing as well as tasting as much of that glorious load of hot spunk growing inside the girl's testes as she could, but she wanted to make sure the endearingly excitable little treat that was going to give her it would spend many a night after this thinking of nothing but her when spanking that meter-long monkey!
With a quick pop of the buttons of her blouse, the melons stowed within her top that made even Mt. Coronet envious exploded outwards in all their gelatinous glory. Rippling globes of eye-drawing excellence topped off with the perkiest pink nipples this side of Galar instantly had Marnie's eyes wide and her mouth gaped in awe. The commanding presence of the Champion's chest caused anyone around them to be instantly drawn to the sight of their plump and pillow-like perfection. The men being forced to endure an unbearable bout of heavy lust while the woman were made to eat Murkrow in sheer envy!
Regardless of how good those juicy bazookas looked budding out of Cynthia's chest, it was in no comparison to how staggeringly stupendous they felt to Marnie as they wrapped around her shaft and buried her boner beneath marshmellow like perfection. The crushing cushion causing the stiffness between Cynthia's breasts to squirt out a thin string of sticky pre The milky-white oozing mega-dong of the Dark-type trainer showing the tell-tale signs of over-stimulation as it struggled to resist the approaching orgasm.
Cynthia wasn't worried at the idea of her plaything erupting before she was done, however. She was a Master in more ways than just battling, and so she knew just how to prolong the length of time before her many partners blew their loads and emptied their cum-tanks onto or into her.
With a death-grip-like clasp of her astronomically audacious bosom, the Champion clouded the prodigious size in between her milky mass and began to grind it up and down against her torso. The warm, sweat-soaked skin of her vast knockers making the perfect grease for Marnie's fem-cock to slide along as the tip continuously hit and fell from the pursed and black lip-stick painted pucker of the older woman.
The cow-like udders suffocating her monumental member, the feeling of angel-like lips licking her lower head, and the previous orgasm of her balls being bathed in a shower of smooches that she was brought down from was far too much for any one woman to bare, and yet she couldn't cum!
Whatever Cynthia was doing that prevented the Gym Leader from finally reaching the point of no return was working, and it was a torture she was more than willing to do whatever it took to escape from. The Champion looked up at the pent-up punkette and lightly hummed a song only she knew. The Champion was more than well aware of what she was doing judging by the look in her eyes, and so Marnie knew what needed to be done if she wanted that ever sweet release.
"Please, please, please please please PLEASE let me cum. I need to cum so fucking hard. I want to shoot my sticky glue all over your fucking face! So please make me cum, Cynthia, please please please. I need it. I want it. I'll do whatever the hell you want if you just. Let. Me. Cum." said the punk in desperation and undignified need the likes of which she had never felt before. A burning red blush bloomed across her face and yet she could hardly care, the overwhelming biological desire to spurt her seed somewhere, anywhere, was far too great for her to feel the full brunt of embarrassment from her whorish beggings for simple-minded pleasure.
Cynthia grinned evilly, another plaything completely and utterly wrapped around her finger like a Growlithe on a leash. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear, my dear. Now cum. Cum for me." she said before enveloping the whole head of Marnie's cock into her mouth. The rapid movements of her considerable chest switching into third-gear as she effortlessly began to milk the plus-sized schlong for all it's worth.
Marnie couldn't stop herself, she didn't try to stop herself, she was unleashing a geyser of white water directly into the Champion of Sinnoh's waiting mouth and she loved every single second of it more than she had loved anything else in her entire life. The feeling of letting loose an unyielding pouring of ceaseless discharge and having it sucked right up and then some by a mouth that could turn even the gayest of men straight just for a crack at it was like nothing else in the whole world.
Cynthia just kept sucking, as if the ocean of runny seed she was swallowing was the easiest thing she had ever done. Her throat kept slurping down rope after rope of warm, paint-quality alabaster again and again until the source of said jism started to stutter. Only when the raging river of white slime trickled down into a steady stream of semen did she stop sucking.
Opening her mouth, Cynthia let the head of Marnie's cock fall from it and onto the resting place of her welcoming breasts. Alongside it fell a clump of hot nut butter that slid down her chin and onto the top of those large and in-charge chesticles. Marnie merely watched in dumb-struck affection as Cynthia collected some of the fallen slime and brought it back upwards and into her mouth. Taking dangerously slow and deliberate licks of her sludge slathered fingers as the punk rocker looked on in total attention.
Once most of the leftover residue was sufficiently scraped up and consumed, the Champion hid away her hefty honkers, buttoned up her blouse, took Marnie by the hand, and walked along with her to a nearby hotel.
Marnie was going to ask just what Cynthia had planned for her, but a quick finger brought to her lips shushed her.
"You said you would do, and I quote, 'Whatever the hell you wanted" if I let you blow your load, cutie. So I'm holding it to you!~" said Cynthia with barely contained glee as she entered her hotel room and encouraged the young girl to come inside with a single curl of her finger.
Marnie gulped once, took a deep breath, and then followed the buxom blonde inside. She knew that whatever happened in that hotel room she would never forget.