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A broad, beige Dragon-type Pokémon zipped through the air on tiny wings that, realistically, should not have been able to bear its bulk. On his back was an impeccably dressed man with spiky red hair-Lance, the Elite Four Champion of the Kanto region. He'd clawed his way up through the ranks using his beloved Dragon-type team and that hard work had its rewards. Besides the fame, fortune and status, Champions were afforded luxuries that most other Trainers knew of only by whispered mention: the Champion's Retreat.
The week long event was held annually to assuage the stress that resulted while protecting one's title from droves of fierce opponents-on a remote island set within a chain of islands and away from prying eyes. Only about two dozen people were ever on its soil at a time, not counting the staff that waited hand and foot on their guests.
Lance glanced over at the second Dragonite that flew alongside him; it wasn't right to have favourites, but this one had been a rambunctious Dratini and to this day was still on the rowdy side and he appreciated its unflappable spirit. Somehow, it had grown close to the other Champion, the beautiful, blonde Cynthia of the Sinnoh Region, though he supposes he had his cousin, Clair, to blame for that.
Below, white sandy beaches loomed and were quickly replaced by the stone and iron of the port. Staff milled about, preparing for the arrival of their venerated guests, their Pokémon companions assisting with tasks. Most of the Champions would be traveling by sea-going vessel, considering the distance to the retreat from their home regions, so the Dragonite borne duo were the first to arrive.
The Dragonite carrying Lance landed delicately amidst the hubbub and the moment he climbed off the Pokémon's back, the staff flocked to him like Wingulls. Out of the corner of his eye, Lance saw the second Dragonite fly further inland and shook his head. He had an inkling of where Cynthia was headed.
...
"Here you are."
Lance's Dragonite sat by the entrance of a post hotel, the bright red Poffin Cynthia had given it disappearing into its mouth. It made a quizzical sound, as though asking what had taken him so long, and Lance pulled a Pokeball from the holster at his hip and recalled the Pokémon. By the time Lance caught up to Cynthia, she'd already changed out of her usual black outfit in favour of an emerald green sundress. He couldn't help but give the attractive blonde woman a once-over, from long legs up to a full bosom, then along the slender column of her throat. She caught him looking and the corners of her mouth twitched upwards.
"I checked you in a few rooms over. I figured you'd appreciate the buffer."
"Oh. Thank you." The previous year, he complained that sleeping in the adjacent room had been akin to having an apartment above an alley where two territorial Persians were at war. He'd learned from his mistakes and brought earplugs this time around. "I take it you intend to have... Company this evening?"
She chuckled. "Of course. What better way to unwind?"
Lance shook his head, but he couldn't help but be impressed by Cynthia's self-assuredness. He understood why she had many fans after she dropped the upright (and admittedly intimidating) Champion facade. Cynthia had a bit of a reputation at the annual Champion's Retreat and sometimes it made Lance worry about her intentions for his cousin.
Clair was a smart girl and a powerful Trainer, but the fact that the normally guarded young woman was so trusting of the blonde Champion was concerning to say the least-
"Lance."
"Huh?"
Her expression was bemused. "I asked if you'd like to join me on a quick Surf."
"Where to?"
"The outer islands."
There was only one reason for her to go to the outer islands, where civilians and Trainers were permitted to visit, and it wasn't to shop.
"Hm..."
"You're not going to leave a lady unescorted, are you?"
"A lady?" Lance laughed dryly. "You, madam, are a Houndoom in Mareep's clothing."
...
Cynthia looped her arm through Lance's as they strolled. What a sight they must be, she mused. She really hadn't expected to like him so much, but his sweet little cousin had been insistent that they meet. Clair hadn't actually realized that she was more Cynthia's type when she had tried to set them up, but the blonde had obliged her. The rest was history.
So now Clair was off-limits—out of respect for the protective, stoic Lance. Though after spending more time with the Gym Leader, Cynthia now appreciated her as a little sister more than anything.
Cynthia tugged at Lance's arm, indicating that she wanted to change directions, and he went without complaint or comment. He was used to her by now, having spent half a dozen Champion Retreats at her side. Between battles, public appearances, interviews, workshops, and the slew of other tasks they did on a day-to-day basis, they didn't have much free time, so it was nice to be able to interact like this.
"Oh, Lance, aren't those the candies Clair likes?"
While he made his purchase, Cynthia waited outside and observed her surroundings with a practiced eye. The outer islands were brimming with excited Trainers from different parts of the world who had gotten at least five badges under their belt. In their faces she could see the potential to become Pokémon masters-but she wasn't here to measure the competition.
Cynthia didn't have a type-didn't care if a girl was thin or curvy; naturally brunette or dyed pink; pale or dark skinned. Rather, she liked a woman who could hold her own, both in a battle and in the face of a Champion's unique aura. Her Lucario, Reynor, had explained it to her once...
/"A Champion has a very different aura from your average Trainer, Lady Cynthia. All living beings shine differently, but those with the potential for greatness take on an unique luster.
"Oh yeah? What does Lance's look like?"
"The brilliance of the setting sun with the touch of coolness of the approaching evening."
Who knew the Pokémon could be such a poet?
"What does mine look like?"
"The heavenly silver of the stars and moon, so brilliant I sometimes cannot bear to look at you dead-on."
Cynthia flushed with happiness. "I wish I could see the world the way you see it, Reynor."
Even with his eyes shut, the Lucario could see Cynthia better than anyone else. He chuckled. "It can be both a blessing and a curse." /
A splash of bright pink caught Cynthia's eye, pulling her from her reverie. A pretty young woman with a slender frame and mousy brown hair strode past, some friends at her flanks. They were laughing about something the honey blonde had said; there were Pokeballs at their hips and shopping bags hanging from their arms.
Cynthia watched as they made their way across the busy walk, her interest piqued. There was something about the young woman-a sense of confidence that she found alluring. She was too far from the trio to engage, but— "Where to next?"
Cynthia started, and that shift in attention was enough to make her lose sight of the girl.
Damn.
"Are you sure you bought enough?" she joked after seeing the bulging shopping bag Lance returned with slung over his shoulder.
"I may or may not have done something to merit an apology."
Whether he had or not, he was wise to admit to some fault and make amends. "Hell hath no fury."
"Amen."
Lance sent his Dragonite back to the hotel with his purchase and the duo spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the docks. Time flew and, soon, it was time to start getting ready for the welcome dinner. Having spent all day in the salt air, Cynthia wanted to shower and they agreed to meet in the foyer after they freshened up.
As the duo made their way to the dock to depart, Lance quite literally ran into the Trainer from earlier.
"Sorry!" the girl blurted as the tall man steadied her.
"Excuse me." Lance tried what he likely thought was a reassuring smile, and Cynthia snorted when big blue eyes widened.
"Wait, aren't you... Ohmigosh!" She almost fell over again and Lance arched an eyebrow. "Elite Four Champion Lance?!"
"Yes."
Big blue eyes slid to Cynthia and, immediately, the blonde knew that this was the Trainer she would be inviting back to her room. She smiled and the young woman bit her lip briefly. "A-and you're Elite Four Champion Cynthia."
"The very same. And you are?"
Cynthia didn't miss the way blue eyes wandered to the front of her dress, then darted away guiltily. "Sorry... My name is Serena. I'm a huge fan."
"You're a Trainer, I take it?" Lance asked.
"Mhm! I beat the Champion in my region, so I've been reading up on the others."
"She's coming for us," Cynthia warned Lance, who squared his shoulders.
"I welcome the challenge."
"In that case, um, would you be interested in a battle?"
Before Lance could respond, Cynthia answered, "He'd be happy to."
She really wanted to see what this girl was capable of and confirm if her gut feeling was correct.
Lance shook his head, wary of her intentions, but he acquiesced, "Very well. A quick one on one is all we've time for."
As he spoke, a robotic Battle Referee and the outline of a rectangular battlefield emerged from the sand in response to the accepted challenge.
"Let's do it!" Serena practically skipped to her side of the field.
As both Trainers selected their Pokémon, Cynthia kept her eye trained on Serena. The young woman's expression was composed, serious, though the little movements revealed how anxious and excited she was about the battle. As she wound up to throw her Pokeball, something glinted in blue eyes, the nervousness Cynthia witnessed turning into fierce determination.
"Go, Delphox!"
A slender, bipedal creature with long ears and pointed snout of a fox appeared in a bolt of crimson, its luxurious fur the yellow, orange, and red of an open flame. In its paw it brandished a lit torch, which it brandished menacingly at its opponent.
Lance lobbed the Pokeball in his hand. "Come on out, Gyarados."
Though she was at a Type disadvantage, Serena didn't seem shaken, Cynthia noticed. Lance seemed to have noticed as well; was that arrogance or did she have a trick up her sleeve?
"Challengers have selected their Pokémon teams," the Battle Referee announced. "Begin!"
"Let's make this quick," Lance said, his cape flapping dramatically as he pointed at their opponent. "Waterfall!"
...
In the end, Lance had been the victor, but that didn't mean Cynthia wasn't impressed by how Serena handled herself. She had been quick on her feet, commanding her Pokémon with the practiced ease of someone who the creature trusted implicitly, and her strategy had been near flawless. Had Lance been a lesser foe, she would have won that battle easily.
"Great job, Serena," Cynthia offered.
Her smile seemed less bubbly now. "It was okay."
The blonde understood the disappointment of defeat. "I'm serious. If you keep training the way you are, you'll be able to take Lance down in no time."
"Heh." That brought back some of the spark. "We'll see."
"Cynthia, we should be going," Lance reminded her. To Serena, he said, "You almost had me there."
"Hardly," she scoffed. "Thank you for the battle."
"The pleasure was mine."
"Shall we?"
Cynthia rested a hand on Serena's shoulder, smiling warmly when the young woman gave her a questioning look. "Actually, Serena, would you like to come with us?"
What are you doing? Lance's glare demanded.
"Seriously?"
"Mhm. I'd like to get to know you better, if that's alright with you."
Cynthia gave Serena's shoulder a squeeze and the brunette flushed. "I-I would love to."
Serena met Cynthia at the front entrance of the hotel, rocking from heel to sole as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. Cynthia had helped her pick it out at the boutique across the street and the strappy red affair highlighted assets that were quite pleasing to the eye. She was also wearing black stockings and flats, her hair caught up in a bun from which strands of hair escaped to frame her face.
"Hey there, beautiful."
Serena bit her lip. The tall, statuesque woman looked gorgeous in dark grey slacks and a powder blue button up shirt, the open top button of which revealed a hint of cleavage. "Hey yourself."
Cynthia offered her arm and, together, the duo headed to the dining hall. Most of the other Champions had already arrived and were taking advantage of the open bar—including Lance, who raised his glass in greeting.
"Cynthia, there you are!"
At once, Cynthia became the center of attention as her colleagues flocked to her.
"It's been too long!"
"How have you been?"
"And who's this?"
"Serena, is that you?"
"You remember me, Miss Diantha?"
"Of course." The women embraced briefly. "I'll never forget the face of a Trainer that bested me."
An excited murmur rippled through the gathered Champions and their attention shifted to the interesting newcomer. While the others had Diantha and Serena recount their fateful encounter, Cynthia joined Lance.
"She's cute."
"She is."
Lance shook his head. "I don't know how you do it."
Serena wasn't able to escape until dinner officially started, after which she sat next to Cynthia and Lance. "I can't believe I'm here, rubbing elbows with the Champions from every region," the honey blonde gushed, blue eyes sparkling. "This is so cool!"
Throughout dinner, Cynthia made small talk with the others and picked at her food, but mostly she lavished attention on Serena, who was a more than willing recipient. The blonde was pleased to find, not only that the flirting went both ways, but Serena was actually good at it. Behind that sweet face was a wicked mind and if Cynthia's interest hadn't been piqued before, the slickness gathering between her thighs made it obvious that her attention was certainly aroused now.
Cynthia raised her glass, hiding a smile behind a sip of her colourful beverage. It was intensely sweet with only faint traces of alcohol, which was a dangerous combination. She knew how to pace herself, but Serena was turning pink and her laughter came more freely.
'So cute.' The blonde shifted in her seat, her eagerness to get the young woman up to her room growing with each passing minute.
Cynthia shook her head discreetly at the man who approached to refill Serena's drink and he wisely switched to a water pitcher instead. The young trainer was talking animatedly with the Galar Champion, a boisterous man by the name of Leon, and didn't seem to notice the swap as she took a swig from her glass. They seemed to be getting on famously, and the blonde placed a possessive hand on the thigh left bare by the hem of the young woman's dress. Serena started, twisting in her seat to shoot a questioning look at the older woman.
"It's been fun," Cynthia said smoothly, addressing the room, "but I'm worn out. Aren't you, Serena?"
Realization dawned on the young woman's face and she was quick to leap to her feet-so quick that Cynthia had to steady her. "Oh, uh, yeah. I should head out, too. Good night, everyone!"
The door to Cynthia's room swung open and the couple stumbled inside, locked in a passionate embrace. Serena's hands found purchase beneath Cynthia's dress and the blonde grunted as she kicked the door shut behind them. She allowed herself to be pinned against it as she unzipped Serena's skirt and dropped it to the floor. Soon, Serena's blouse joined the article and Cynthia leaned back to admire her handiwork.
The honey blonde trainer was flushed from the tips of her ears to her collarbone, her bosom rising and falling quickly, cradled by a hot pink brassiere with black lace trim. As much as she appreciated the view, Cynthia wanted the damn thing off. Now.
She pulled Serena to her, nipping at the curve of the young woman's jaw as she propelled them towards the bed. When the back of Serena's knees hit the mattress, she went down easily, pulling Cynthia with her. After a brief struggle, Serena managed to flip Cynthia onto her back. Once she had relieved the blonde of her clothing, a task that took much longer as she nipped and kissed every inch of skin she revealed, the young woman released an appreciative whistle: pale curves were cupped lovingly by black lace and long legs filled out black stockings attached to a similarly coloured garter belt.
The blonde woman smirked when Serena faltered, her jaw going slack. "See something you like?"
Serena growled playfully, pouncing on the older woman, and the two locked lips again. Hands roamed and tongues dueled for dominance as their initial frenzy slowed to a sensual exploration of new, but familiar landscapes. Soft sounds of pleasure filled the room as each woman found sensitive spots that made hips twitch and breaths hitch.
Cynthia freed honey blonde tresses from the bun that held them, running her fingers through them once she had done so. She whimpered quietly when Serena nipped her neck, tilting her head to give the young woman better access. Pinpricks of pleasure sent shivers down her spine and Cynthia grasped the globes of Serena's bottom, kneading firmly.
Cynthia shifted, pushing her thigh up against the apex of Serena's thighs. She used her grip on the brunette's backside to encourage the young woman to rut against her, relishing in the quiet moans that resulted. The blonde arched as Serena pushed her bra up, and lips and tongue teased rosy nipples. Meanwhile, Serena's hands weren't idle, fanning along Cynthia's ribs and down her sides.
Cynthia mewled, shuddering, and a thought managed to make its way through the pleasant haze that had settled over her mind: she was putty in the girl's hands when it should have been the other way around...! The blonde moved to turn the tables, but the young woman adjusted her weight and took hold of Cynthia's wrists.
"Ah ah ah," Serena chided, smirking.
Cynthia didn't miss a beat, twisting sharply out of Serena's grip and wrestling the young woman onto her stomach. She sat on Serena's lower back, pinning the young woman with her weight. The brunette cried out in protest and, despite her struggling, Cynthia unhooked her bra. She reached around and swatted Serena on the ass, chuckling when the brunette pouted at her over her shoulder.
"Are you going to behave?"
"Bite me."
Cynthia smirked widely and leaned in, slowly, until she could sink her teeth into the curve of Serena's shoulder. With a yelp, the young trainer arched, her ass making firm contact with Cynthia's pelvis. When the blonde woman gasped quietly, Serena rolled her hips and was gratified when her movement was matched by Cynthia's.
The frenzied pace resumed, each woman trying to outdo the other as they rutted. It was Cynthia who broke down first, her inner muscles twitching hungrily and her mind a haze of lust.
"Come here..."
Serena did as she was told, catching on quickly once she realized what the blonde wanted. She straddled Cynthia's pussy, their legs a tangle, and lowered herself. She could feel the heat of the other woman's privates-and more importantly the slick warmth of her own.
"Together," Serena panted.
The young honey blonde trainer gripped Cynthia's stockinged foot, lifting it higher. She began to rock, the slickness of their private flesh and the thin barrier of lace and cotton between them creating a smooth friction that sent electric arcs of pleasure zipping along their spines. They moved in tandem, both parties attempting to prolong the frissons of ecstasy that resulted from their scissoring.
Soon, they were both covered in a sheen of sweat, their breaths coming in short bursts. Though it felt incredible, it soon became obvious that it wasn't quite enough to make either woman reach climax. Cynthia swore colourfully, catching Serena off guard when she pushed the young woman off of her. The blonde made short work of both their panties and picked up where she had left off, a litany of wet sounds filling the room.
Serena let out a series of breathy moans, unable to stop her hip's frenetic pace as orgasm threatened to overcome her. Cynthia wasn't far behind, her inner muscles spasming as her eyes rolled back in her head.
...
In the afterglow, Cynthia and Serena sprawled out, their bodies deliciously sore. They didn't say anything for a time, just
Finally, Serena breathed, "Damn."
"Mm..." Cynthia purred.
"Can we do that again? I mean, after my thighs have stopped shaking..."
They shared a laugh and Serena rolled into her side, cuddling against Cynthia. She drew coy patterns over the blonde's collar with her fingertip, her gaze wandering unabashedly over Cynthia's prone form.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" Cynthia teased.
Serena went crimson. "Sorry."
"Don't apologise." It wasn't often the blonde found someone who shared her sexual appetite. "Here, let me give you a hand with that..."
Cynthia cupped Serena's sex, her fingers sliding easily into velvet depths and making the younger woman shiver. She kissed Serena on the mouth and then the cheek; the shoulder; the breast; the navel, and then lower.
"Mm...!"
After all, they had the rest of the week to enjoy one another.
-End-