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—Met Her Match… And Then Turned the Tables—
/ Cynthia's face was flushed as she squirmed in a futile attempt to drive Serena's fingers deeper. She had been brought to the edge and then denied release several times now and her frustration spilled over in the form of threats of violence. Rather than achieve the intended effect, Cynthia's ire only made the younger woman giggle.
"I swear to—Ah!"
"Swear to…?" Serena prompted, grinning.
That smug little brat. Cynthia tried again to give the brunette a piece of her mind, only to have her ire devolve into moans as slender fingers started up their rapid pace. She clawed at the sheets, her hips moving of their own volition to prolong the ecstasy that threatened to overtake her.
And Serena stopped again.
"For fuck's sake."
"You know what I want, babe." She leaned in and kissed the older woman, wriggling her fingertips slowly against a spot deep within Cynthia as she pulled away.
Cynthia scowled, her inner muscles twitching. "Serena."
Serena's wide-eyed innocence wasn't convincing in the slightest. "Cynthia?"
The blonde gritted her teeth and exhaled through her nose. A small part of her wanted to say to hell with the whole thing and just be sexually frustrated for the foreseeable future, but her raging hormones wouldn't allow it. Quietly, she growled, "Please fuck me."
"I didn't catch that." Her smirk made it obvious she had and Cynthia swore she felt a vein in her temple throbbing.
She turned her head away, refusing to say it again—only to have it fall back as Serena began thrusting again. The moment she felt the brunette begin to slow her pace, she groaned, "Please let me cum...!"
Serena said something smart, she just knew it, but Cynthia didn't hear exactly what, her mind a delightful haze as talented fingers fucked her hard and fast.
"Right there…" she purred, no longer capable of caring what was coming out of her mouth.
"Mm, yeah… harder!"
Having gotten what she wanted, Serena was eager to do what she was told and, soon, orgasm made Cynthia's toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. Her body went taut and she shuddered, her inner muscles clenching down mightily. When, at last, she came down from her high, the blonde slumped and a warm sense of contentedness settled over her like a thick blanket.
Serena kissed the tip of her nose. "I win again~" /
Cynthia bit her lip to keep from moaning, the heel of her palm pressing into her clit and her fingers curved into wet heat. When had she even started touching herself? She frowned at the offending appendage as she removed it and sat up, her sex throbbing disappointedly.
It was infuriating that Serena had that sort of effect on her even when she was nowhere near the blonde.
Cynthia threw her legs over the side of the bed and crossed to the bathroom, where she washed her hands and splashed water on her face. Though this was one of her rare free days, the blonde usually found something productive to do with her time. She wasn't one to simply lounge about, as that wasn't in her nature, yet today she had found it difficult to get out of bed. Add to that the sexual frustration of having a partner who was unavailable due to conflicting schedules and she had unintentionally spent the majority of her morning taking care of herself.
And that wasn't like her either. Cynthia had been around the block, make no mistake. She had sampled what the fairer sex had to offer over the years and had confidence in her ability to bring her partner as much pleasure as possible, but she had never found herself submitting to any one of them, much less falling for them. The old Cynthia would have gone out and found a willing young lady for a quick fling, but this new Cynthia brooded and awaited the younger woman's call.
There was just something about Serena that kept Cynthia off-balance and out of sorts. As both her senior and a woman accustomed to being on top, Cynthia was vexed by this brand new dynamic.
But no longer.
A loud 'crack!', like a lightning strike, drew the blonde woman from her thoughts. She slipped out of bed and crossed to the bay window: a Dragonite landed heavily on the front lawn, a brimmed cap on its head and a satchel slung across its body. She had already received mail earlier that morning, which could only mean this was a special delivery.
Cynthia threw on some clothes and hustled downstairs to greet her guest. Upon her arrival, the Pokémon rummaged around in the satchel slung across its body, then handed her an envelope sealed with white wax. She didn't bother trying to preserve the image of the God Pokémon, Arceus, framed by a gold laurel, ripping open the envelope and reading:
It's time again, Champions, for the annual Champion's Retreat!
This week-long event is a reward for those who have maintained excellence in Pokémon battling and training, and have been revered by their peers as the creme de la creme of their regions.
As such, the Champion's Retreat is an invitation-only affair.
Cynthia scoffed and the Dragonite looked at her inquisitively. She skimmed through the reused content until she found words that were unfamiliar:
That being said, this year will be a little different. Each honoured guest is permitted to have a plus-one. You and your guest must share your designated room and, as the invited party, you are responsible for anything your guest does while on the retreat grounds.
Cynthia didn't bother reading the rest of the unnecessarily grandois verbiage, a wicked smile curving full lips. She thanked the Pokémon and headed back to her bedroom to make a call.
...
It was natural for League Champions to become friendly with each other as a solid portion of their job was to govern over the Gym Leaders that fell under their regional jurisdiction. They frequently met up to discuss the best personnel training methods and sign off on the paperwork trail that followed a Trainer's rise through the ranks. Lance had known of Cynthia for several years, but her somewhat standoffish air had deterred him from approaching her.
One fateful day, a work meeting had turned into drinks. Cynthia had been much more approachable after having imbibed a good amount of liquor and the two had gotten to talking. Lance hadn't been surprised that they had a lot in common—it took a certain kind of person to be a Champion, after all—but he was pleased to find that Cynthia was an excellent conversationalist. Well-spoken and charming, the woman commanded the attention of others and Lance wasn't immune to that.
The rest, as they say, was history.
Lance had found out later that the purpose of the blonde's undeniable charisma was to satiate her extraordinary sexual appetite, but that was neither here nor there.
Lance and Cynthia had flown to the Champion's Retreat together every year for five years except this one. He figured it must have had something to do with that spunky Kalosian Trainer she was seeing. They had met during the previous year's Champion's Retreat and, since then, the older woman had been wrapped around her little finger.
"I'm going to leave you in my dust at this rate, Lance!" a woman's voice called, interrupting his reminiscing.
The spiky-haired man glanced to his right where his cousin and plus one, a blue-haired Gym Leader by the name of Claire, soared past him astride a Charizard. He nudged his Dragonite with his elbow and the Pokémon grunted acknowledgement, its deceptively small wings picking up the pace.
There would be plenty of opportunity to catch up with Cynthia during the cocktail mixer later.
...
"Cynthia!" It had been far too long. Both Trainer and Champion were extremely busy—the former with her duties and the latter with the completion of her Pokedex and the travel that required. Serena made a beeline for the blonde woman and Cynthia laughed as she caught her up in a hug.
"Hey, sweetheart. How have you been?"
"Exhausted. I'm ready to be pampered all week."
"And you deserve it. I'm proud of you."
Serena flushed, beaming. Almost shyly, she said, "I missed you."
Cynthia kissed the side of her head. "I missed you, too."
They separated, though the embrace had been far too brief. It was then that Serena noticed someone else was standing near Cynthia. She released her hold and eyed the woman—tall, blonde, and strikingly gorgeous, dressed all in white—suspiciously. Was this Cynthia's plus one then? She hadn't mentioned bringing someone else and it was kind of a bummer because that meant they wouldn't be getting any privacy in either of their rooms...
As if on cue Serena's own plus one, her friend and sometimes rival, Shauna, caught up to her. "Geez, Serena, could you wait up?"
"You must be Shauna. I'm Cynthia; pleased to meet you." She tossed her hair with a practiced motion, an enigmatic smile on full lips. "And this is my friend and colleague, Lusamine."
Shauna's eyes went round. These were two very powerful people that Serena was just casually chatting with and their combined magnetism was imposing to say the least.
"Charmed." The elegant woman offered her hand and the star-struck Trainer grasped it gingerly while Cynthia looked on, amusement glinting in her gaze.
"Wow, um, the pleasure is all mine."
Serena glanced from her girlfriend to Lusamine. She knew of the head of the Aether Foundation, but photos in magazines and recorded television interviews didn't do her justice. The blonde was as brilliant as she was beautiful and a niggling sense of inferiority—an illogical, emotion-driven whisper in her ear—made the young woman's jealousy flare.
"Have you two settled in already?" Cynthia asked.
"No. Serena was in such a hurry to come see you she—
"Shauna!"
"—dropped everything as soon as the ferry docked. What?"
Serena shook her head, embarrassed by the revelation, and Cynthia hid a smile. Her cutesy behaviour masked a domineering vixen and the blonde was the only person who knew that side of the young woman. The thought filled her with a warm sort of possessiveness. They chatted a while longer, and then Cynthia asked, "What are your plans?"
"Serena was going to give me a tour. This place is absolutely gorgeous."
Judging by her expression, Serena was regretting that promise.
"You two have fun," Cynthia said, noting that Serena's face fell. "We'll meet up again at the welcome dinner."
"Mmkay…"
"Seeya~ It was nice meeting you!"
The blondes watched as Shauna and Serena headed towards the hotel.
"She's awfully cute, Cynthia," Lusamine remarked once the girls were out of earshot. "I can see why she's managed to make a respectable woman out of you."
"Shut up."
…
The retreat committee had really outdone itself this year. A Swanna ice sculpture sat in the middle of the long banquet table and each of the round tables dotting the room bore a fragrant and beautiful floral arrangement. The hall itself was decorated with crème coloured streamers that connected to the massive chandelier that sparkled like a diamond in the centre of the room. A quartet played classical music and created a cozy, posh atmosphere.
All of the guests were dressed to the nines, but Lusamine and Cynthia still gained murmurs of admiration with their elegant ensembles. The older woman wore a navy blue dress, the hem of which reached the ground despite the fact that she wore white stilettos. It was sleeveless and backless, the combination of sheer, white, lace top thigh-high stockings and slits up the sides leaving pale thighs bare, and the deep v revealing ample cleavage. She had pinned up long blonde hair in a bun and a diamond shaped emerald necklace and matching earrings completed the look.
Cynthia's dress was black with a fur collar around the base of her neck, but that's where the similarities to her iconic outfit ended. The dress was sleeveless with a narrow waist and a see through panel that stretched from her collarbone to her navel revealed her impressive physique. The hem was shorter in the front with a long, trailing back, and she wore strappy black heels over sheer black lace top thigh-high stockings in combination with long black opera gloves. Blonde hair hung freely and the tear-shaped black and gold hair accessories she typically wore peeked out between flaxen strands.
Serena was amongst the gawkers, somewhat awed that this woman was all hers. She felt as though her Azumarill had used Hydro Pump and the Move had struck her directly between the legs—and the feeling worsened as the older woman sashayed over to her. Did they have enough time for her to make an excuse so they could steal away to the restroom and have a quickie?
"You're drooling, dear," Cynthia remarked as she joined them, sans Lusamine. Her smirk said she knew exactly where Serena's thoughts had gone.
… So maybe she had been. Hmph. She'd get the older woman back for that later. "You look—"
"Omigosh, I love your dress. Absolutely fabulous."
Right. That. Serena reeled in her hormones—with limited success—so she could be at least semi-decent company. "Where's Lusamine?"
"I fetched us some drinks," the older woman said as she joined them.
There was a starstruck young man at her heel, the aforementioned drinks on the silver tray in his hand. Her appearance prompted further fawning from Shauna, who wanted to know where she'd gotten it so she could find something similar to wear to her next Pokémon Showcase.
The Trainers exchanged small talk and pleasantries for a short while and then wait staff bearing trays of hors d'oeuvres began circulating. Serena snagged the nearest thing she could, thinking belatedly that she probably should have eaten before downing a glass of champagne. That didn't stop her from having another and she was pleasantly buzzed by the time a second course of small plates made its way around.
When Serena reached for a third flute, Cynthia caught her wrist. The brunette pouted, but it was Lusamine who admonished, "It's a party, Cynthia,"
"We've got plans tonight. I don't want her out of sorts."
"Sometimes that can be fun."
"We have plans?" Serena asked, arching an eyebrow. This was the first she was hearing of it.
"Have I told you yet that you look stunning?" Lusamine interjected.
It was a clear redirection, but Serena allowed it, distracted as she was when the older woman reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The simple contact left the brunette curiously warm. Maybe she had had enough to drink. Lusamine's touch lingered and Serena glanced surreptitiously at Cynthia, who smiled serenely.
"I think I see Lance. If you'll excuse me…"
She didn't so much as cast a backwards glance as she strode away. Was she purposefully turning a blind eye to her friend's behaviour?
"Thank you," Serena said at last. "This is actually one of my favourite Showcase dresses."
Red, of course, with a short, ruffled hem and a boat neckline that left slender shoulders bare. She had also worn black stockings and flats, deciding against heels after having run around with Shauna all afternoon.
"It suits you." Lusamine grinned, showing rows of perfect white teeth. "But I'd rather see it off of you, honestly."
Was Serena perhaps somehow mistaking friendliness for flirting? No. There was no way that statement could have meant anything innocuous.
"I think Cynthia would have a problem with that."
"So you wouldn't?"
Flirting was harmless, right? Especially between friends. "That depends."
"On?"
That warm, floaty feeling from the champagne made it easy to say, "On whether or not you could keep up with me."
Lusamine laughed and the sound was like silk. "Ah, yes, I've heard all about your voracious appetite."
Cynthia had shared that!? Serena flushed. Just who was this woman to her? "Actions speak far louder than words."
"Hmhmhm… Agreed." Lusamine's face was closer than it should have been and that proximity took Serena's breath away. She angled her head, leaning in despite herself—
Someone cleared their throat from what sounded like a great distance and Serena remembered where she was and what she was doing there.
Shauna's face was completely red. And not just from the drinks she'd been downing. "I'm, uh, gonna take a lap."
Lusamine looked amused as Shauna hustled away and that shift in her attention was the split second Serena needed to regain her composure. She'd gotten caught up in their back and forth, but there was no way in hell they could actually do anything.
"Apologies. I forgot about your friend in the heat of the moment."
"She'll be fine," Serena said distractedly, scanning the room for Cynthia.
"Where were we?"
Serena wasn't given the opportunity to respond before Lusamine was leaning in and kissing her firmly. It was a single kiss—and yet that lingering contact promised so much more. Serena found herself leaning in when the older woman pulled away and her hand went to her mouth as reality came rushing back.
Why had she gone and done that? And why had Serena let her?
"Hey, you." Cynthia's return was just as sudden as her departure and Serena flinched guiltily.
She had to have seen that. Everyone had to have seen that.
"Cynthia, I'm sorry," Serena blurted. "I'm a little tipsy and super horny and—"
Cynthia and Lusamine shared a look.
"Babe, it's fine. Calm down." She cupped Serena's cheek, guiding the younger woman's gaze to meet hers. "I think it's time we retired for the evening and took care of that." The blonde ran her thumb across the girl's lower lip and Serena's breath hitched. "Don't you?"
"I'm beat," Lusamine agreed, looping her arm through Cynthia's.
Just like that, Serena was entirely sober. Her eyes widened. "Wait... You want to—You mean all three of us?"
She'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited by the prospect. Serena stole another glance at the older of the two blonde women, appreciating her beauty in a new light. Appreciating her for the body beneath the elegant dress—a body with which she intended to get very well acquainted.
They watched, amused, as Serena practically skipped over to her friend.
"What? What is it?" Shauna asked when Serena grabbed her hands.
"I've gotta go."
"Seriously?" Her expression was unimpressed. "We were supposed to hang out together. That was the whole point of me coming here, remember?"
"I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"Tch." Shauna glanced past Serena to where Lusamine and Cynthia stood. They waved cheerily. "Fine. Just go. I'll find some other way to entertain myself."
"Don't wait up~"
Cynthia's room was a penthouse suite this year. Serena wasn't sure how she'd swung that, but she was pretty sure her plus one had something to do with it. The elevator ride was a long one, during which she found herself sandwiched between both women. It was difficult to keep her hands to herself with that much soft, pale skin within her reach, but Serena prevailed.
Her mouth was dry and her heart tried to escape her chest as she walked down the short corridor between the elevator and the entrance. Cynthia let them in utilizing the biometric scanner mounted on the wall and the trio crossed the threshold into the suite.
Serena didn't get to appreciate any of the lavishness of the room or its amenities before she was being dragged to the bedroom and pulled into a passionate kiss. She tangled her fingers in blonde hair as she pulled Cynthia against her, taking control of the kiss with practiced ease. Serena fumbled with the hem of Cynthia's dress, hitching the fabric up and sliding her thigh between the blonde's. Lusamine was momentarily forgotten as the brunette acted on the arousal that had been building all evening, her hands wandering and her tongue twisting against Cynthia's.
Serena had Cynthia rutting against her thigh, her hands gripping the full globes of her ass, when she was pulled away from her lover. She released a frustrated sound, but quieted when lips brushed against the shell of her ear and a warm body pressed against her back.
"I'm starting to feel lonely over here," Lusamine said into her ear. She straightened to address Cynthia: "You've gotten soft, Cyn. You're like this after a little touching and kissing?"
"Tch." Cynthia's face was flushed and her eyes unfocused.
Serena twisted to face Lusamine, releasing an appreciative sound when she saw the older woman had slipped into something more comfortable. A plain white cotton bra with lace accents along the top and high waisted panties made entirely of lace accented her thigh high stockings perfectly. She had let her hair down, the curtain of flaxen tresses enveloping Serena in the sweet scent of her perfume as Lusamine leaned in to kiss the younger woman.
Lusamine was a damn good kisser. Full lips were just as soft as they looked and she tasted faintly of the sweet, bubbly champagne she had been drinking. Serena mewled, groping the older woman through her lingerie, and was rewarded with a low, throaty moan. Driven by the desire to hear more of those pleasurable sounds, Serena reached around behind the blonde, effortlessly unhooking her bra—
Lusamine pulled away from her, catching the bra strap that slipped from her shoulder, and Serena wasn't given the opportunity to catch her breath before Cynthia claimed her lips again. It was easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of passion and she faintly heard Lusamine say something along the lines of, "I see why you needed my help" but didn't have the presence of mind to question it. Serena allowed herself to be backed towards the bed as she tried, once again, to undress her current partner—
Only to find herself falling onto it on her back as a result of a firm push. She sat back on the bed, somewhat dazed, and looked up at the older women who in turn smirked down at her.
Then, Cynthia rounded on Lusamine.
"I'll show you soft," she growled, pulling the older woman to her.
Serena gawked as they exchanged a heated kiss and Lusamine began undressing Cynthia. Her blood boiled, the sight of both beauties locking lips, turning her on completely. Her black dress joined Lusamine's on the floor to reveal that Cynthia had worn a black cage bra and a matching g-string.
Such a naughty combination that revealed more skin than it concealed… Serena swallowed hard. Cynthia wasn't going to be able to walk straight after she was done with her.
"I hate to interrupt, but… Aren't you forgetting someone?"
The blondes climbed into bed on either side of Serena and the trio shared a messy three-way kiss. Their hands roamed her body, caressing Serena through her clothes. Every time she attempted to reciprocate she was gently rebuffed, and an impatient whine left the brunette. The sound was quieted with a searing kiss, which was momentarily interrupted when Lusamine practically ripped Serena's dress off of her.
Underneath, the brunette wore a bright red underwear set with black lace trim and the duo was quick to compliment her and cover every inch of her skin with lingering kisses. It was Lusamine who flipped Serena onto her stomach, and blanketed her larger form over the brunette. The blonde braced her arms on the bed as she thrust her pelvis into the curve of Serena's rear, a slow, unhurried motion that made the girl gasp and arch.
Heat pooled between Serena's legs and she moved with Lusamine, pushing her hips back to meet each thrust. Every time her ass met Lusamine's pelvis, an arc of electric pleasure zipped along her spine and when the tempo started picking up, Serena desperately needed to feel the blonde's naked flesh against hers. She reached back, intent on slipping off her panties, but Lusamine caught her wrist.
With a quick readjustment of her weight, the older woman straightened and grabbed Serena's other wrist. Lusamine pulled her arms back, using them as handholds as she continued to dry hump Serena's ass. In this position she was much rougher and the brunette struggled against the hold.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go. How was she already so out of control of the situation? Lusamine proved stronger than she looked, her grip like iron as she rutted. Serena found herself enjoying the rough treatment despite herself, but she protested loudly nonetheless. No amount of bucking would throw Lusamine off—in fact, she became more aggressive the more Serena struggled.
And that made it feel even better. Serena knew she could be a bit of a sadist, but being on the receiving end was all new territory for her. She bit her lip, her head falling forward as her inner muscles twitched in silent askance to be filled and stretched. Lusamine's grunts of exertion and the heat of her body only heightened Serena's pleasure and she arched.
She was going to cum. A strangled cry left Serena as she shuddered—
A hand—Cynthia's—grabbed Serena's hair and jerked just hard enough for it to hurt. As if on cue, Lusamine stilled and Serena released a frustrated groan as her building pleasure petered out. There was a wicked light in the blonde's eyes as she forced the brunette to meet her gaze. "It's your turn to beg, my dear."
Like hell she would!
Serena glared, defiant, and Cynthia grinned. As though she had been hoping for that response. The blonde didn't say another word as she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and shoved Serena's face into her pussy.
Serena didn't miss a beat and began eating with gusto. Cynthia was incredibly wet, her unique taste coating Serena's tongue as she alternated between fucking Cynthia's slit and flicking her tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves above it. Her excitement made the brunette's chin glisten and the musky scent was intoxicating. Lusamine began humping Serena's ass again, pushing her tongue deeper and the young woman moaned.
An incessant throb began between her legs as the slap of lace-covered flesh against lace-covered flesh filled the room, punctuated by the husky pleasure sounds of the three women. Her neck was beginning to hurt, craned as it was, but Serena didn't let up in her oral attentions. She began to lick more quickly, spurred on by the way her lover rode her tongue. She knew Cynthia was close when the grip on brown hair tightened and the blonde bucked erratically. She released a single loud moan as she reached orgasm, releasing her hold on Serena's hair, and the sound was muffled by Lusamine's lips as they kissed overhead.
Once again Serena felt her own climax building up and she pushed her hips back to meet Lusamine. Pleasure tingled along her spine, coiling tight between her legs— then Lusamine groaned and her hips stilled abruptly as her grip tightened. She released Serena's wrists entirely as she slumped over the younger woman, her breathing ragged. She rolled clear of Serena, draping her arm across her eyes, and released a satisfied sigh.
Serena's temper flared. What the heck? She had been the only one who hadn't gotten off just now. She wasn't above taking care of herself, but it would have been nice if either of her bed partners had assisted her in the matter. She turned onto her side, reaching between her legs, so slick that there was a growing wet spot on the front of her underwear, and dipping her fingertips between her labia—
"Ah, ah, ah," Cynthia purred, capturing her hand and removing it before she could do anything more. "What did I tell you?"
Serena pouted, her inner muscles twitching. Before she could protest, the brunette found herself on her back with either woman flanking her. They worked together to remove her bra and the moment rosy nipples, standing sweetly at attention, were exposed to their gazes, the blonde duo pounced. Serena moaned and arched her back, offering herself to their twin oral assaults.
On her right, Cynthia used lips and tongue to stimulate all of Serena's weak spots, drawing tight circles around the areola and flicking rapidly across the pert nipple. She was gentle, but firm, and she knew just how to make her lover melt.
On her left, Lusamine was no slouch in terms of technique. Though she didn't know Serena the way Cynthia did, the powerful way she applied suction, the gentle grazing of her teeth against the sensitive bud, and the not so gentle nips along the underside of Serena's breasts drove her wild.
Her splayed thighs—a silent but clear invitation—went ignored and Serena groaned, her sex positively throbbing. Cynthia and Lusamine exchanged another heated kiss, replacing their mouths with their hands, and somewhere amidst the kneading and tugging and pinching, Serena lost track of the eldest woman. Cynthia claimed her lips again and her tongue twisted with Serena's as she tangled her fingers in brown tresses.
Cynthia pulled away, sitting back on her heels, and Serena caught sight of Lusamine beyond her. The blonde had her overnight bag sitting on a table and it seemed to have been filled with a variety of sex toys. She had removed her panties in favour of slipping one end of a long, thick double-sided dildo into her pussy. It jutted proudly from her pelvis, an electric green colour, and bobbed as the blonde strutted back over to the bed.
Serena swallowed, hard, part of her excited and part of her nervous. There was no way that huge thing was going to fit.
Lusamine seemed to think otherwise. She and Cynthia got Serena onto all-fours and yanked her panties down to her ankles and the brunette shivered as she felt the broad head of the toy push against her entrance. Fingers grasped her hips, guiding her backwards, and Serena's heart thudded dully against the inside of her breast.
"W-wait!" She wiggled, trying to place distance between her and the woman behind her. "At least prep me first…"
"Nonsense! You've seen me take bigger," Cynthia assured her, nodding at Lusamine. "Just relax."
Lusamine held Serena fast as she pushed her hips forward, sliding the dildo in inch by inch. She got about halfway before Serena started whimpering and gave the brunette's quivering buttock a firm smack. "Try to keep up, love."
Serena buried her face in the bedspread to muffle a shout as Lusamine drove the rest of the dildo home. The sudden sensation of being full coupled with the pang of being stretched so suddenly created a pain-pleasure that had the young woman quivering like a leaf in a storm. She wasn't given an opportunity to adjust before Lusamine began moving her hips, short hard thrusts that rubbed the mushroom head against a spot deep within that made Serena claw at the sheets.
She rode the dildo eagerly, her earlier trepidation all but forgotten as pleasure razed her senses. The brunette moaned and arched and she felt the double-sided dildo twitch when Lusamine's inner muscles clenched down around it. The older woman was feeling just as good as she was and that knowledge made Serena ride all the harder.
Once again, orgasm built quickly—partially due to the earlier denials and partially because of how aroused Serena was. Her eyes rolled back and she whimpered, bouncing her ass to meet Lusamine's thrusts as the coil of pleasure tightened and threatened to snap. Then, the friction stopped as Lusamine pulled out entirely, leaving Serena's pussy aching hotly.
"Fuck…!" Again?! Frustrated tears stung blue eyes.
"I just needed to get it nice and slick," Lusamine said pleasantly, pinning the girl's wrists against the bed when she began to flail.
For wha— "Ah!"
Serena tensed as the thick head popped past the tightly puckered ring of muscles in her ass. She quickly tried to relax, breathing deeply until the initial discomfort faded to a manageable degree.
"Good girl," Lusamine giggled. "She takes it like a champ."
"Shame there's not a League for that," Cynthia chuckled.
"Fuck you both," Serena snapped, the bite of the insult severely lessened by the breathy quality of her voice.
"There will be plenty of time for that later." Cynthia smirked. "After you've begged for it properly."
This time Serena's retort was a strangled moan as Lusamine shifted, sliding the toy in deeper. It was thicker than anything the young woman had taken in a good while and her body began to adjust, the twinges of pain soon replaced with pleasure. She continued to breathe slowly, deeply.
"Mmnn…"
"Just like that, babe," Cynthia cooed, patting brown hair. Serena shot her a baleful look and the blonde woman laughed. "You're so cute."
Cynthia had removed her underwear and one leg was braced on the bed while the other remained on the floor, the position baring her sex to Serena's gaze. She slid one end of the second double-sided dildo into herself, biting her lip as she did so, and the erotic sight of her pussy swallowing the toy made Serena moan.
"Babe…"
She wanted to taste the excitement that glistened on pale thighs. To take hold of the toy and fuck Cynthia silly—to do anything, but Lusamine kept her pinned.
Cynthia's eyes had darkened a shade and she climbed onto the bed on her knees. She took hold of brown hair and Lusamine relinquished her grasp on Serena's wrists.
… Just what were they up to now?
"Get this wet for me, won't you?" Cynthia said, pulling the girl's hair so that she sat up and raising her hips until Serena's lips touched the head of the dildo.
Serena turned her face away, scowling, but when Lusamine began fucking her shallowly, she moaned. Cynthia took advantage of the opening, shoving the fake phallus inside and holding Serena in place when she began to thrash. Her muffled protests sounded suspiciously like profanity and the blondes exchanged a look over her head.
"Atta girl," Cynthia husked. "Get it good and wet so I can fuck your pussy."
"Not like she needs it," Lusamine purred. "She's practically dripping."
Being violated from both sides like this was almost overwhelming. And the promise of being fuller than she already was…? Serena moaned, trying her best to take the dildo as far down her throat as she could manage. She hated it, the pressure that made her gag also made her tear up, but she kept her eyes on the prize. Get through this and she could finally cum.
She looked up at Cynthia as she sucked and licked the toy, the blonde's heavy-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips revving up her libido even more.
"Damn, babe," Cynthia rasped, her hands almost absentmindedly toying with her breasts as she pumped her hips.
Serena's efforts were rewarded when the blonde released a hiss and pulled the dildo out of her mouth. She gasped and spluttered as she tried to catch her breath, reaching up and massaging her sore jaw.
"Sorry, sweetie." Cynthia kissed Serena firmly. "You looked really hot."
"I want to cum," Serena growled.
"She's a stubborn one, eh?" Lusamine asked.
Cynthia grinned. "Oh, you've noticed?"
"When will her pride allow her to feel good, I wonder…"
These two were absolutely horrible together. Serena sighed and pouted. "... Please?"
Cynthia bit her lip, her conviction wavering, but Lusamine said firmly, "No."
"C'mon, Lu, she really is trying…"
"No," the older woman repeated. "You're putting her in her place, remember?"
Clearly, Lusamine was the more domineering of the two. Serena tried to make a break for it while their attention was elsewhere, but Lusamine pinned her again. Cynthia seemed to have overcome her momentary weakness and she assisted in keeping Serena flat on her stomach and therefore unable to control the torturously slow pace as Lusamine began fucking her again.
She continued to talk into Serena's ear, encouraging her to give up on her stubbornness—but mostly taunting the younger woman.
"How does that feel, babe? That's a thick cock you've got buried in your ass."
Serena whimpered, her muscles clenching tightly around the toy.
"I could add mine to it. Really fill you up."
Her pussy twitched, as though in agreement with the sentiment.
Cynthia moaned quietly. "Fuck, I bet you're tight right now."
"She is," Lusamine groaned. The slow pace wasn't doing her any favours either, but she was a patient woman.
Cynthia exhaled shakily, her breath hot on Serena's ear. It was then that the brunette realized she had been fucking herself with the toy while she spoke and was drawing close to orgasm. Serena's frustration reached its peak.
"Are you ready to cooperate?" Cynthia asked throatily. "Or is this enough for you…?"
It felt fantastic, but this wasn't enough to bring her over the edge by far. And Cynthia knew that. Serena wriggled, trying to get Lusamine to move more to no avail.
"Babe, please…"
"Mm?" Her gaze flicked to Lusamine and Serena knew with a sinking feeling that the older woman wouldn't let Cynthia give in until Serena did as she was told.
Swallowing her pride was more difficult and painful than deep throating the dildo had been.
"I want you to double-penetrate my ass! Pull my hair, spank me, bite me—fuck my brains out until I beg you to stop! Please, please, please…!"
There. She'd said it. She was pretty sure the whole damn resort had heard her desperate shout, but she was beyond caring at this point. If Serena didn't cum soon, she was going to lose her mind.
What followed could only be described as a stunned silence.
Then, Lusamine murmured, "About time."
Cynthia's smile was radiant. "You heard the girl, Lu. Move over."
Cynthia slipped behind Lusamine and, after some positioning, aligned the head of the second double-sided dildo with Serena's anus. She pushed her hips forward, slowly, using her fingers to keep the toy's length steady as she eased it inside. Serena gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to chicken out as her body attempted to adjust.
She had asked for this, sure—had been fantasizing about it for a while—but that didn't make it easy!
By the time the head had popped past the tight ring of muscle, the brunette was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. But now that the hard part was over, the rest of the toy slid inside with relative ease, rubbing against her inner walls and the second dildo also buried inside of Lusamine as it went. Both blondes moaned and Serena buried her face in the pillows again, biting down on the cotton material in order to muffle the elated scream that left her. Her inner muscles were stretched to the limit, almost tingling as they clenched and unclenched. Was it possible to feel this good—this full?
Cynthia stilled. "Are you okay?"
The young woman didn't lift her head. "Fuck me."
Cynthia bit her lip and did as she was told, bucking her hips slowly. It was a tight fit and the resistance pushed the dildo buried in her own pussy even deeper. Lusamine moaned, the slight motion stimulating her as well, and began to move her own hips, her knuckles white as she gripped Serena's hips. Their pace quickened when Serena began to buck and moan, the slick, lewd sound of their sexes eagerly swallowing the toys accompanying the throaty moans and grunts of effort.
Lusamine twisted to kiss Cynthia as they moved in tandem, the friction of the thick shafts moving in and out of her ass making Serena cry out loudly. Cynthia removed her bra and then Lusamine's, tossing them to the ground amidst the other discarded articles before reaching up and playing with pale peaks. The older woman had a sizable bust and it was extremely sensitive as evidenced by her moans as Cynthia tugged at pale pink nipples.
Not to be outdone, Lusamine reached for the small remotes tucked into the elastic of her thigh-highs. As soon as she flicked the switches, a powerful vibration reverberated up and down the lengths of both double-sided dildos and the women they were buried in nearly collapsed from the sudden flood of pleasure. They moved erratically, driven by primal instinct to reach orgasm; Serena was the first to cum, shouting her ecstasy to the ceiling, and Cynthia and Lusamine weren't far behind.
They slumped, breathing hard, and a blissful lull fell over the room, previously filled with a litany of female pleasure. Cynthia was the first to stir and she mewled as she pulled the dildo free from her still-clenched inner muscles. She carefully removed the other end from Serena, who didn't even twitch, and Lusamine did the same. Only then did the brunette collapse onto her stomach, a groan leaving her.
Lusamine went and fetched some damp towels and they cleaned themselves and the almost catatonic girl up as best they could before returning to bed. Serena had managed to roll onto her side and her eyes were only halfway open.
"Are you okay?" Cynthia stroked Serena's hair away from her face. "We didn't hurt you, did we?"
"Nah." A goofy grin spread slowly across her face, borne of deeply rooted satisfaction. "I definitely want to do that again."
"You name the time and place, love," Lusamine chuckled, spooning behind her. "I haven't cum like that in forever."
"Mm…" Serena grunted, already on the cusp of slumber.
Silence reigned again, broken only by the soft, steady sound of breathing.
Then,
"By the way, babe…" Cynthia brushed her lips against Serena's, the corners curved upwards into a smug smirk. "I win."
Meanwhile...
Shauna groaned as she opened her eyes and her throbbing temples sent a wave of agony through her. It was well into the morning, if the chirping of bird Pokémon and the sunlight that filtered in through the blinds were anything to go by. There was a throbbing between her legs as well, but that was definitely a good ache.
What the heck had happened the night before?
"You got drunk and started hitting on me," a woman's voice said.
Oh, sweet Arceus, she had nearly given her a heart attack. Shauna vaguely recognized the young woman lounging like a Persian across from her, so she knew they had been introduced at some point the night before. She just had no idea when or how the heck she had decided it would be a good idea to bring the technical stranger back to her—Shauna glanced around and confirmed that it was in fact her bed they were in—yes, her room.
Wait. "Did I say that out loud?"
"No. Your face is pretty easy to read."
Shauna raked a hand through her hair. "How did we…?"
"Well, when I shrugged you off, you started crying and asking if you were good company. Apparently your friend abandoned you?"
Stupid Serena. Friends don't abandon friends to go hang out with hot older women and then let said friend get drunk while lamenting over their own singleness and impulsively end up bedding someone as a result.
"So I took pity on you and babysat for a bit. You got all weepy again when I suggested you go to bed because you were in no condition to be at the party. Then you said you had a room all to yourself and asked if I wanted to join you. I told you I'd walk you back, just to make sure you were alright."
How kind of her. But wait, that didn't explain—
"When I tried to leave the room, you wouldn't take no for an answer. I kind of pegged you for the type. In the end, I went with it because... Well, you're not exactly ugly and a girl has needs."
Ugh. Mortifying. Wait, had she just admitted in a totally rude way that Shauna was cute?!
Shauna sat up, the motion making her head hurt worse, if that was possible. "Sorry, um, what was your name again?"
"Claire."
"Claire. I'm so sorry for last night. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing and—Oh my Arceus, is that a hickey?!" And on her thigh of all things.
Shauna shot Claire a sharp, disapproving look, and the blue-haired woman shrugged. "You asked for it."
"Totally did not."
Claire just stared, her expression unimpressed. "Are you sure?"
Shauna opened her mouth, only to have a somewhat murky memory come to her, unbidden.
/ "More."
"You sure? I don't want to hurt you..."
"Mark me." Shauna bared her throat, her eyes glazed with a mixture of inebriation and desire. "Make me yours."
Claire's nostrils flared. "You asked for it." /
Drunk Shauna had no shame apparently. Sober Shauna would have never said anything like that—especially not to someone she had just met. And Claire, despite her attitude, was a perfect gentlewoman. Who would have thought?
"Wanna go again?"
Correction: an insatiable minx. That debauched smirk was perfectly at home on her lovely face.
They shouldn't. Shauna worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Drunken hook-ups were so messy and this was the cousin of one of her best friend's girlfriend's friend. Who knew how he would react if he found out—when he found out because these things had a way of getting around.
Not that Claire wasn't a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions...
"You seemed like you were all for it last night. Did I get that wrong?"
No, she hadn't. Geez, Shauna didn't remember the last time she had felt this satisfied. Partially because she wasn't a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of girl and so it took her a while to find someone she liked enough to let see her naked, much less to touch her. And Claire had touched her all over, it the trail of love bites was anything to go by... Shauna touched a darkening bruise on her breast and shivered.
"Shauna." Claire touched her cheek. "Should I go?"
"No!" Too loudly, too quickly.
She didn't want to regret last night. She wanted to believe that Claire would call her when they went back to their respective regions and she and Shauna would be just as happy as Cynthia and Serena were.
"..."
"..."
She also didn't want to scare the blue-haired woman off and, judging by her expression, Shauna was one more outburst away from doing that.
Ugh. Time for some awkward and very necessary adult talk. "What is this?"
Claire's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I don't... I'm not usually this easy, okay?"
That had come out all wrong. Claire chuckled. "Good to know?"
Grrr. "What I mean is..." Shauna raked a hand through her hair, searching for the correct words. "I must have liked something about you if I was willing to hop in bed with you the same night we met. And there was probably something you liked about me, too."
"You think pretty highly of yourself, huh?"
Shauna flushed. Whatever she had seen the night before, she definitely wasn't seeing it now. Jerk. "No, I—"
"Relax. I'm screwing with you. It's kind of cute how you get all bent out of shape."
Huffing, Shauna shoved the other woman. Claire grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close. Her expression was somber and Shauna's heart skipped a beat as a result of their proximity.
"I'm serious... Wanna go again?"
She was impossible. Shauna hadn't gotten a single answer to any of her questions, but she couldn't help but smile as her bedmate stole a kiss.
Screw it. They were on vacation, right? Might as well enjoy it to the fullest.
