~Attractive Reflection~
Nights were quiet in the secret garden, disturbed only by bug Pokémon housed within clicking and chittering. All the while, the garden's draconic guardian relaxed at her usual swing. Back and forth she swung through the air, feeling the cool breeze blowing on her skin as the moonlight revealed the form of a young woman. Her visage was restless, a dusting of pink on her face as she gripped the swing's ropes tightly.
Nh… Tonight's been the worst so far, she grumbled inwardly, kicking her legs forward to propel the swing up.
Four years had passed since she had helped save her town and became its sole guardian. She wasn't completely alone at first. Two younger guardians had arrived shortly after the incident. They had taken to traveling for a while, though. This left her to grieve the loss of her brother in her best friend Bianca's company. Everything this woman had done for her, but she'd never properly thanked her.
Ash… Why did you have to leave? I really need you, she thought, another feeling constraining her entirely. Her thighs clenched together as the swing flew backward. She had gone through several heat cycles for four years now, and the desire and lust that would overwhelm her every time it happened. Even the cold of the night couldn't stave off the wanton lust washing over her. She missed him dearly and had never been able to express her feelings before he'd gone besides the sweet kiss she'd placed on his cheek.
That had been her best attempt to show that she cared greatly for him. Of course, she had run off without giving him any chance to respond. Nowadays, she would daydream of taking him for the ride of his life if she ever saw him again. Of course, that was merely a pipe dream for the young Eon. Sighing, she pressed her shoes to the ground to bring the swing to a halt. Hearing familiar footsteps approaching, she turned to see Bianca.
"Latias, are you okay? You're not usually up this late." Latias knew that Bianca had grown to understand her deeply over the past years. Their bond had even strengthened to the point where they shared a room, sleeping peacefully in each other's company. Latias especially appreciated it, now that she found herself as the lone guardian of their beautiful city.
Motivated by Latias' absence from her room, Bianca had ventured out into the garden to search for her dearest friend. She had observed over the years that her friend would retreat to the Secret Garden somewhat regularly. She had never questioned the reasons behind it, though. However, Bianca's curiosity had been piqued, so she sought out Latias to uncover the reason for her frequent visits to this secluded haven.
Latias greeted her with a smile. Just lost in thought. Are you having trouble sleeping? she inquired. Concern laced her words as she looked at her friend.
Bianca returned the smile. "Yeah, I've been working on my next piece. I'm hoping to really impress," she confessed. Beneath the surface, though, stress weighed heavily on her. She couldn't afford anything less than perfection, and the pressure was taking its toll.
Latias noticed dark bags under Bianca's eyes, and a pang of guilt shot through her. She frowned, feeling responsible for her friend's fatigue. Despite her own discomfort from the lingering effects of her current heat cycle, Latias pushed it aside, prioritizing her time with Bianca.
Latias took on an excited expression, tightening her hands on the rope swing. I had no idea! What kind of piece? she questioned her best friend.
Bianca perked up, masking the tiredness in her face with a smile. "Oh! It's one of the islands. You know the one with the destroyed remains of an old castle?" Latias nodded, recalling how the tsunami had torn apart what little was left of the dilapidated stone structure.
"I know the submission isn't until next summer, but I need the details to be perfect. I don't have the luxury to be able to submit it in the eighteen and under category anymore, after all." Bianca looked down. "So, I've been practicing day and night. It's really pushing me to my limits…" She chewed her tongue a little, thinking about how to bring up a topic that had bothered her.
As she hesitated, Latias sensed there was more to her friend's concerns.
Bianca's voice softened as she continued, "And of course, I noticed you've been gone a lot too." She met Latias's gaze, a hint of concern evident in her expression.
Latias felt like a Deerling caught in headlights, wishing she could confide in Bianca about the exact problem she faced. It was an embarrassing topic, though. Fidgeting with the rope swing, she tried to avoid meeting her best friend's gaze, fearing that in this heightened state of sensitivity, Latias might lose control of herself.
I don't know if I should tell you why… It's not very becoming of me, Latias murmured, her voice barely audible as she attempted to hide by becoming invisible. However, the motion of the swing gave her away, and Bianca already knew Latias had stood up.
Latias felt a pleasant surprise as Bianca's arm wrapped around her shoulder, a gesture that spoke volumes about their friendship. Surrendering to the warmth of their connection, Latias let her invisibility drop and reciprocated. Snaking her arm around her best friend's side, they strolled through the garden. Together they enjoyed the soothing echoes of the wind chimes and the gentle rustle of leaves. The path widened as they walked until they reached the bottom of the ornate fountain, a serene spot where they could pause and enjoy each other's company.
Bianca sighed. "So, what's not becoming of you?" She pressed Latias for an answer. Latias felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the matter at hand.
It's really nothing. I promise! Latias quickly blurted out, hoping to dismiss the topic, but Bianca wouldn't back down so easily.
Bianca sat down and pulled her best friend down with her. Latias plopped into the painter's lap at the edge of the spring, Bianca lovingly stroking Latias's hair. The water's surface reflected on their backs as Bianca hummed quietly, trying to soothe away her troubles. She could only hope that such actions could coax her into revealing her burdens.
Latias cherished the moment, each stroke of Bianca's hand eased her burdens. It was almost as if the world could simply fade away and everything would be fine. Oh… Bianca, she moaned softly, lost in the sensation of her friend's touch.
"Is that… better, Latias?" Bianca asked as Latias shivered atop her. She could feel her dear friend's body warming in her embrace, which only made her worry. Latias' body was almost always cool to the touch, after all.
"Latias, are you feeling okay?" Bianca asked once again, her mirror image turning back to her, an intense blush on her face.
Nhh… Yeah. I am, Latias thought.
Bianca could feel herself starting to sweat, drops beading on her own forehead. This wasn't part of her plan at all. She had intended to offer comfort, but now the situation had taken an unexpected turn. As Bianca felt a wetness on her leg, she couldn't help but notice Latias' blush deepening, adding to her confusion.
Bianca was unable to stop her question from flying out. "Um… Latias, is that?" Latias tried to hide, turning invisible on top of her. Latias couldn't avoid answering, though, and dropped the invisibility a moment later.
Sorry… Since you wanted to know… I'm going through that time of the year again, she admitted, heat blooming from her face, the blush spreading down her neck and chest.
Bianca hastily withdrew her hands, a soft blush tinting her cheeks. "Oh… I didn't realize. I'm sorry," she murmured quickly, attempting to diffuse the awkward energy between them. With Latias still sitting on her and the wetness spreading to her own skirt, though, it was a challenging task.
It's okay. Latias replied, the heavy blush lingering on her visage as she turned to face her. Seeing Bianca's equally blushing face, she quickly backpedaled, standing up, hastily excusing herself.
As she walked away, Bianca hesitated before speaking up, "Wait." Latias stopped and turned her head back to the brunette. Given everything the two had gone through in the past four years, Bianca couldn't just let her friend be alone in such a state. Uncertain of where this would lead, she felt compelled to ensure Latias's happiness, despite the embarrassing situation that might follow.
"How about instead of you staying here," Bianca paused. Latias hung onto the words, waiting. "P-Perhaps we should stay together tonight?" Bianca asked, causing the legend's eyes to widen.
A-Are you sure? Latias asked, taken aback by Bianca's unexpected suggestion. Should she have asked for this sooner? Latias seemed to be trembling with anticipation as her best friend got up and moved closer to her.
"Yeah… Let's go," Bianca said, gently taking Latias's hand in hers. Latias couldn't help but notice how soft Bianca's hands felt as she looked into her eyes and nodded in agreement. Within minutes, the two of them were walking up to Bianca's and Lorenzo's home.
As they neared the front door, Bianca cast a quick look around before bending down to retrieve the spare keys from their hidden spot. Lorenzo's absence for the night, out of the house with friends from days past, presented the perfect opportunity for Latias and Bianca to reconnect in privacy.
Despite her best efforts, Latias found herself unconsciously gazing at Bianca's supple thighs and her toned physique, stirring up unfamiliar feelings within the legend. Quickly realizing her lapse in control, Latias averted her gaze. Willing herself to focus elsewhere, she did her level best to resist the temptation to admire her dear friend's attractive figure. As Bianca swiftly unlocked the door, Latias couldn't help but wish for the heat coursing through her loins to dissipate.
Gesturing for Latias to come inside, Bianca closed the door and locked it behind them. As she turned to face the concealed dragoness, Bianca couldn't shake off the apprehension that lingered in the air. Latias seemed to be avoiding her gaze.
"I can make us some tea. Would you like that?" Bianca offered, to which Latias nodded in agreement. Bianca swiftly left to prepare tea, gathering tea bags and filling their kettle while taking a moment to collect her thoughts.
Latias is my best friend. She's someone I've known for a long while, she thought, clicking on the stove, the flames blooming beneath the burner. She took the filled kettle and set it on the burner. Leaning back against the kitchen sink, she continued attempting to rationalize everything before her. And we've both been through so much in the last four years.
Her thoughts flickered back to Latios. It had been a harrowing time, but they had mourned together all the same, rarely leaving each others' company. Bianca looked up, sensing something was amiss, only to find her best friend curiously poking her head into the kitchen.
A warm smile bloomed on Bianca's face, moving away to pull out a chair for her friend. "You might as well come and sit down," she offered gently, her eyes as she looked at Latias, who nodded in response. Taking her own seat, Bianca gestured for Latias to do the same.
Settled at the table together, the steady ticking of the clock filled the silence around them. The faint sounds of the night chittered from the window nearby as the stovetop crackled, the tension between them apparent. Latias tapped at the table attempting to appear occupied, while Bianca watched her intently, noticing a deep blush still coloring Latias's cheeks.
What am I going to do here? Bianca found herself pondering, hoping for a sudden stroke of inspiration. Alas, it remained just beyond her grasp.
We could see where this goes…? Upon hearing Latias's suggestion, Bianca made a face, caught off guard by the unexpected response.
"I'm not sure if I'm ready for that," Bianca admitted truthfully. She grappled with the idea, unsure of how it would even work. Bianca had explored her own desires before, but the thought of engaging intimately with a mirror image of her own body felt strange and unsettling. The fact that Latias seemed unfazed by the suggestion only added to her discomfort. All the innocent moments they had shared together, playing in the garden and Latias taking on her form for the first time, now felt tainted in some way.
Well, I can see why, Latias acknowledged. She understood Bianca's hesitation and respected her decision either way. Latias shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the heat intensify. The friction only seemed to exacerbate the situation, leaving her feeling increasingly flustered.
Meanwhile, Bianca chose to divert her attention to the kettle, anything to avoid addressing the uncomfortable topic at hand.
Latias didn't want to avoid the situation; she wanted nothing more than to embrace her friend at this point.
I'm... Well... I could go back to the garden if you think this is too much , she offered, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She didn't want to burden Bianca with her own struggles, especially when they involved such intimate matters. Usually, she'd take care of it by blasting through the ocean or masturbating on a tree limb high in the air. If it came down to it, she was willing to remove herself from the situation to spare Bianca any discomfort.
Bianca took a deep breath, sighing softly. "The tea is almost done. I hope you'll stay for that, at least." She sensed Latias's hesitation, understanding that her friend was on the verge of leaving. But Bianca knew it wouldn't be wise to let her go, not when Latias was clearly in distress. Here sat the guardian of Altomare, experiencing the worst heat of her life.
With a sense of resolve settling over her, Bianca made a decision. She got up from her seat, walked over to the stove, and turned off the burner. Retrieving a glass pitcher from the cabinet, she carefully poured about a cup of honey into it. Latias had always been there for others, and now she needed someone to be there for her. There was only one person in all of Altomare who could provide the help Latias needed, and that person was Bianca herself.
As Bianca inhaled deeply, the aroma of fresh tea filled the air, mingling with the scent of her own perspiration. Her mind raced as she watched the water in the pot turn a darker hue, signaling that the tea was almost ready. With trembling hands, she picked up the pot and poured its contents into the waiting pitcher. Stirring the mixture with a shaky hand, she stole a quick glance back at Latias.
What she saw took her aback: Latias was trying to stealthily pleasure herself. Bianca felt a mixture of shock and discomfort wash over her as she witnessed her friend in such a vulnerable state. She knew she couldn't ignore Latias's needs, but she also wasn't sure how to approach the situation delicately.
Bianca heard the low groans emanating from her friend and felt the need to intervene. "Latias…" she trailed off, placing a cup filled with warm sweet tea on the table, hoping to distract Latias from her current activities.
Arching an eyebrow at her friend's subdued reaction, Bianca couldn't help but notice that Latias was hiding her left hand. Concern flickered in Bianca's eyes as she realized the implication. "Latias, your other hand? Is it preoccupied?" she inquired gently, sensing Latias's embarrassment.
It's doing an isometric exercise… Latias trailed off, causing Bianca to frown deeply. Would you like to join it? Latias pushed the question, almost as if it were a barb, making Bianca wince a little. The awkward tension between them deepened further.
Bianca wasn't amused by the joke, but she understood that Latias was likely coping with the embarrassment of being caught masturbating. "Okay, I think," Bianca said, momentarily distracted by Latias's blushing face mirroring her own. Then, remembering the situation, she focused on the matter at hand: sex.
Bianca knew that if this continued, she'd likely be swept up in the moment. The tension was so palpable, it could nearly be cut with a knife. Latias had wiped her hand on the side of her shirt, indicating her wariness of Bianca's reaction. Despite having psychic abilities, Latias restrained herself from delving into Bianca's thoughts.
Finally, Bianca made the decision to address the elephant in the room. "Okay. Let's get this out in the open. I'm fine with the idea of helping you," she stated, her voice steady and compassionate. Latias's eyes lit up with hope at Bianca's words, but Bianca quickly added, "But only because I know you can't ask anyone else." There was a brief pause as Latias absorbed Bianca's words. Bianca's gaze shifted momentarily, a hint of sarcasm creeping into her tone as she continued. "Well, short of your 'boyfriend' if he hadn't left on his journey," she continued, her voice tinged with a mix of understanding and frustration. She couldn't help but feel exasperated by Ash's obliviousness to Latias's affections.
What a dummy, Bianca thought to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. Despite her irritation with Ash's cluelessness, she was determined to be there for Latias in whatever way she needed. Latias quickly protested with a heavy blush on her face.
He's not dumb... He's dashing, she protested, smacking her hand on the table. Her tea shook precariously, but Latias reacted swiftly and grabbed the cup to prevent any spillage
Bianca's immediate reaction was one of sudden irritation, "Hey! Be careful!" she exclaimed, sighing as Latias gripped the cup in both hands.
With a slightly awkward smile, Bianca watched as Latias gingerly lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. The dragoness's eyes widened in delight, and she quickly drank down the warm tea. Setting the cup back down, Latias closed her eyes in bliss, savoring the comforting warmth.
Bianca couldn't help but be reminded of all the moments they had shared together, but she pushed those memories aside, focusing on the present. She knew she had to get through this, to loosen up and help Latias as best she could.
Forgetting her own tea, Bianca's rational mind struggled to push aside the cute moment and refocus on the task at hand. She glanced into Latias's eyes, reminding herself that Latias was actually taking on her own form.
Bianca couldn't deny that Latias looked good in her attire—the green shirt complemented her white skirt, and the thigh-high socks paired perfectly with her white shoes. It all blended seamlessly, not to mention her well-toned legs. Bianca could go on, but it made her think about something else.
"Seriously, though, he didn't even spare me a glance. Why?" Bianca inquired with a sigh.
Because I'm pretty, Latias confidently responded, prompting a grin from Bianca.
"Not quite. You used my body, remember? Plus, he never even returned your kiss," Bianca retorted with a sassy grin, causing Latias to gasp in shock.
I confided in you, and you're using it against me! Latias fired back, whimpering slightly at the unfairness as her friend took the opportunity to stand up.
Bianca found herself giggling at their banter. It felt like old times, but she backpedaled in her mind, before she ended up diving into memories. She had a part to play, after all; a role to embrace.
She needed to be alluring .
Natural beauty could only carry her so far. With a graceful flick, she tossed her hair to the side, catching Latias's attention. She momentarily forgot her woes as her gaze locked onto Bianca, who'd begun swaying her hips lightly as she bridged the gap between them in mere moments.
Leaning in, Bianca finally mustered the courage to proceed. "Shall we continue this upstairs?" she whispered in a soft tone, attempting to be seductive. The blush on Latias's face deepened at the suggestion as Bianca turned and made her way over to the stairs.
Y-Yeah , Latias stammered, acutely aware of her heightened arousal. She clenched her thighs as she rose from her seat, disregarding the chair altogether. The eon was hypnotized by the sway of Bianca's skirt, following her up the stairs with heavy steps.
Halfway up, the intensity of her heat became overwhelming. A rush of desire coursing through her core, and her thighs slicked with arousal. Struggling to conceal her panting, Bianca glanced back from the top of the stairs.
Worry etched across her face as Bianca voiced her concern. "Are you okay back there?" Latias nodded shakily, her mind consumed by the fervor of her desire.
Yeah, just give me a second, Latias replied, her thoughts lost in the throes of her ever increasing libido.
As Latias made her second attempt, she found Bianca already extending a hand towards her. Grasping it firmly, Bianca pulled her dear friend to the landing with a firm tug. Entering Bianca's room, Latias felt a rush of excitement as the door clicked shut behind them.
Turning from the now locked door, Bianca's eyes were immediately drawn to Latias's figure. The guardian's form shimmered as her clothes disappeared, revealing her modest breasts, shapely rear, and toned physique. It was strange to Bianca, seeing her own body from the outside like this. Latias's golden eyes quickly captured her attention, though; her usually gentle and inviting visage now held a fierce intensity.
Bianca refused to yield to Latias's advances, however. "I think you're forgetting something, Latias," she interrupted, halting Latias's forward momentum with a firm grip on her shoulders.
Steering the eon to her bed, the painter pushed her friend down onto her bed. "I'm calling the shots tonight," Bianca said as she took a step back, winking at her seated friend.
Latias watched with wide eyes as Bianca toyed with the hem of her top, swaying to unheard music as she lifted the blouse up over her head, tossing it to the floor.
"I think you'll find, Latias, that it's better to slow down a bit–" She reached back to unhook her bra as she turned away from her audience. Letting the garment trail off her chest, she tossed it over her shoulder, winking back at Latias as it landed at the disguised dragon's feet.
"Unwind–" She trailed her hands down her slender sides, caressing her rear some as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and tugged the elastic down, wiggling her rear in Latias's face to emphasize her point.
"And enjoy the nuance?" She asked the legend, who could only squeak in response, watching the skirt slip down her slender legs.
Bianca wiggled her eyebrows as she craned her neck to see Latias gaping at her, panting quietly. Slowly stepping back, the painter nestled herself in Latias's lap, clad in only her panties.
Pecking Latias on the cheek from her seat, Bianca whispered into the legend's ear. "How about we start slow, hm?" Grabbing Latias's hands, she brought them to lay across her front. "Show me a little love, hon."
Latias nodded eagerly, caressing Bianca's stomach sensually. Bianca trembled, giggling a little as each finger played across her taut belly. Hot breath danced across Bianca's neck as her voice quivered in anticipation.
"More?" Desire laced her words, whimpering at her dearest companion's touch. The sudden sensation of Latias's tongue scraping against her nape sent shivers down her spine and ignited a primal urge within her. With each gentle touch and teasing lick, her arousal grew, sparking a growing need for more.
As Latias continued to lavish attention on her neck, Bianca's breath hitched, her body responding eagerly to the exquisite sensation. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, aching for release from the tantalizing touch of her panties against her heated flesh. "Please," she gasped, her voice laden with longing, "Don't stop."
Bianca's body arched as she laid back, pulling Latias down to lay beside her. The bed squeaked softly under their weight, but neither paid it any mind as Latias continued to shower Bianca with attention. The woman had declared herself in charge, but Latias wasn't deterred.
Skillfully caressing Bianca's toned form with a sudden bout of confidence, the eon cupped Bianca's soft breasts, relishing in the soft gasp that fell from the woman's lips. Gently teasing her nipples with soft twists, Latis sent jolts of pleasure through her lover's body. Bianca's desire surged, her body responding eagerly to the exquisite stimulation as she arched into the touch.
With her own newfound confidence, Bianca reached up to stop Latias's movements, eliciting a soft whine from the dragoness.
Bianca was determined to take back control, ready to return the favor. Sitting up on her knees, she turned to face her reflection. "Latias, come here." She beckoned the dragon into a sitting position beside her. With a playful smile on her face, Bianca seated herself comfortably in the dragon's lap. Before Latias could retort, she wrapped her arms around the Pokémon's neck, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together in a heated embrace, each vying for dominance until Latias decided to show off her unique abilities. Bianca's eyes widened in surprise and pleasure as Latias's longer, more agile tongue dominated her own. As it slipped deep into her mouth, Bianca's head spun with desire. Latias's tongue explored every inch of her mouth.
As they pressed their bodies together in sensual embrace, tantalizing warmth spread from every inch of touching skin. Losing herself in the moment, Bianca surrendered to the passionate kiss, tangling her fingers in the transformed eon's hair.
Latias withdrew her tongue with swift motion, eliciting a lustful groan from Bianca as their lips parted. Latias licked her lips and winked slyly at her companion as her hands trailed down Bianca's sweaty sides. Leaning in closer, her fingers skimmed along the edge of Bianca's slick panties.
Bianca grinned mischievously and reached out to boop Latias on the nose. The Pokémon paused in her movements, a playful glint in her eyes as she tilted her head curiously. Bianca could only smile as she responded.
"This isn't about me. It's all for you, Latias." She giggled as the legend scrunched her nose in response.
But Bianca... You're soaked down here... You want this, Latias countered, her voice filled with desire. Bianca leaned forward into her, forcing Latias to fall backward onto the bed. Bianca snuggled up to the legend.
"Maybe I do, but you're the one suffering. And I for one think a guardian should be treated to something special, don't you?" Bianca whispered softly, shivers racing down Latias's spine as her warm breath tickled Latias's ear. A light nip at her earlobe made Latias tremble even more. She nodded eagerly, emitting a needy moan as Bianca dragged her tongue lightly down the shell of her ear. Bianca smiled, knowing her teasing was having the desired effect.
Bianca continued her exploration, trailing kisses along Latias's cheek and jawline. Latias couldn't help but hitch a breath as Bianca peppered kisses down to her collarbone, her body responding eagerly to Bianca's touch. As Bianca moved closer to her breasts, Latias let out a soft moan of wanton need, squirming under the painter's ministrations.
Oh! Latias gasped as Bianca kissed her left nipple, her tongue circling around the sensitive bud before giving it a gentle tug with her teeth. Bianca's skillful touch combined with the sensation of her teeth teasing the rigid nipple sent shivers through Latias's body. Clamping her lips over the tender nub, Bianca began sucking lightly, reaching over with her free hand to rub and pinch lightly at the right.
A wanton moan of barely restrained need fell from Latias's lips as she looked down to her lover with pleading eyes. The human's eyes caught hers, letting the nipple slip free with a pop, winking up at her. Her areola shone with spit as Bianca gathered her chin in a hand, reclaiming her lips.
Bianca's tongue prodded for entrance while she slid a hand down Latias's sweaty human form, rubbing certain spots that she knew the legend would love. Bianca's hand deftly swooped down, rubbing the Eon's labia. Beads of wetness dripped as her hand danced across the sensitive flesh. Latias' hips ground against her lover's hand as the slick digits prodded for entrance, sliding one into her hot tunnel.
"Laaaa!" A reckless moan fell from the dragon's lips, uncaring of the noise she made. Twitching, she squeezed her eyes shut as a second finger joined the first, stretching her further. Bianca wiggled her fingers gently, grinning as Latias let out a gasping breath, shuddering under the touch.
Slipping her fingers in and out of the dragon's drenched hole, quiet squelching noises accented Latias's whimpering moans. Bianca wanted nothing more than to hear more of them. She relished in the moment; the feeling of Latias's heartbeat through her breast, the tightening of her core around probing fingers, the yearning for an end to all the pleasure.
"Cum for me, Latias. Come on, baby." She spoke up with the same low, dulcet tone from earlier. She pressed her fingers up into a bumpy patch of flesh, feeling Latias force her hips down onto her, clenching her thighs tightly around the delving hand.
Suddenly, a rush of electric pleasure twisted in Latias's stomach as she let loose a loud cry. Throwing her head back onto the pillow, her walls contracted tight around the questing digits, squirting her juices down Bianca's arm and into her bed sheets. She rode out the contractions as the fingers continued their thrusts, drawing more every ounce of pleasure they could from her aching folds.
Before she could grit her teeth in bliss, a tongue shoved in her mouth. Her friend's kiss cut out the very idea, replacing it with a hum of pleasure. The disguised dragoness melted against her lover as the waves of pleasure washed over her and beads of light bathed the room. A panting white and red legend replaced the copy of Bianca that was once there. Her orgasm subsiding, all the lovely, little Eon could do was collapse on the bed and stare at the ceiling like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Bianca's fingers were freed from their loving prison suddenly as she pulled them away and gave them an experimental lick.
Whipped cream? That's different, Bianca noted, laying down next to her friend. Reveling in the soft coos of her lovely partner, she ran her fingers along her lover's soft downy feathers.
Latias's body trembled in ecstasy as sweat dripped from her aerodynamic form as she descended from her orgasmic high. When the dragon finally had the sense to look away from the ceiling, she turned to see Bianca snuggling against her. Her friend's inherent warmth mixed with her own cooler body temperature made for blissful cuddling. Despite her own desires being quenched, Bianca herself didn't get the same treatment. The dragoness could feel waves of dissatisfaction rolling off her dear friend and wanted to help.
Bianca's arousal was evident as her fingers slid south, attempting to stealthily pleasure herself through her panties. The natural lubrication caused her thighs to glisten with moisture. Despite her efforts to suppress them, sinful hisses of pleasure escaped her lips with each tantalizing touch. Frustrated by the soaked fabric, Bianca shifted her drenched underwear to the side, revealing her plump labia.
An overwhelming sense of desire coursed through her as she slipped two fingers inside herself, eliciting a lust-filled moan from deep within. Latias could sense Bianca's need for release, and was determined to make the experience unforgettable for them both.
Her eyes glowed blue and her friend's playful digits stilled as the eon whispered into her mind.
Bianca? Let me help you.
The woman looked guilty, edging a glance in the eon's direction, wishing she could edge herself. "This night was for you, Latias. I can't ask you for that." Latias nudged her best friend.
Come on. I can't rest easy knowing that you're still desperate to get off. She gave her the best Baby-Doll Eyes the Eon could manage. Bianca's eyes narrowed at her, humming discontentedly before heaving out a sigh. She knew Latias wouldn't give in easily and scooted up to the head of the bed, eyes smoldering as she responded.
"Just do what you can, but make it quick…" Bianca trailed off. Her deep blush spread down her chest as she bit her lip, nerves suddenly overtaking her as she laid back on the pillow. The brunette could feel warm, wet spots on the mattress beneath, sighing to herself.
Going to have to clean those later… she lamented, a psychic glow enveloping the elastic of her drenched undergarments. Latias smiled up at her, slowly pulling the panties down, watching as the wispy web of juices broke connection with the frilly underwear. The mere thought of what was coming next ignited a fiery sensation within them both.
Slipping the offending garment off Bianca's ankles, Latias balled them up and tossed them to the side. She may have been told to be quick, but the dragoness still aimed to infuse the moment with sensuality. Bianca's gaze smoldered as she slowly and submissively spread her legs. The eon hesitated as she was offered a view that would weaken anyone.
Bianca smiled provocatively, noting with satisfaction that she could even charm a Pokémon herself. "You insisted on this; don't make me wait," she purred. Her folds glistened as she reached down, spreading them invitingly and beckoned the feathery dragon with a crook of her finger.
Latias nodded dumbly in response, the sight of Bianca's delectable folds and her seductive invitation sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Despite her initial hesitation, the Eon couldn't deny the primal urge stirring within her. With a sense of determination, she leaned in closer, her breath quickened.
As Latias moved closer, her heart raced with excitement while her mind filled with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She was about to cross a line she had never dared to approach before, but the intoxicating allure of Bianca's offer was too potent to resist.
Okay, I'm going to start, Latias announced, her voice tinged with anticipation. Determined, she bent her long neck down, bringing her face tantalizingly close to Bianca's glistening nethers. The juicy folds seemed to wink at her, teasing her with an enticing promise.
As Latias inched closer, her warm breath tickled Bianca's labia, eliciting a small gasp from her best friend. The sound sent a shiver of excitement down Latias's spine, fueling her determination to explore this newfound desire to its fullest.
Bianca frowned, her impatience evident as she reached out and grabbed Latias firmly by her ear fluff.
"No more teasing. I need you, now!" she demanded, pulling the lovely red and white dragon down, enveloping Latias in her juices as Bianca buried her lover's face in her crotch.
Latias was momentarily taken aback by Bianca's forceful gesture, but the intense aroma of her arousal only heightened her own desire. Without hesitation, she dove in and pressed her long draconic tongue eagerly against Bianca's wet folds. The earthy taste of her friend's essence was intoxicating, and Latias couldn't help but moan softly as she worked her tongue over every inch of Bianca's sex.
Bianca's breath hitched as Latias delved deeper, her tongue expertly teasing and caressing each sensitive spot. With each flick and swirl, Bianca's moans grew louder, encouraging her to continue her ministrations.
Lost in the heat of the moment, Latias pressed closer, her own desire driving her to please Bianca even more. She could feel the tension building in Bianca's body, the telltale signs of an impending climax.
Latias was ready for a final showing. She snaked her tongue into the shape of a swirling vortex deep inside her best friend. She then started to thrust it back and forth inside the clenching sex. Bianca was practically shouting in ecstasy at this point. Wrapping her toned legs around the dragon's long neck, Bianca her hips to match the strength of the legend's thick tongue.
With each thrust of her hips, Bianca's moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure as she surrendered to the sensations overwhelming her. Latias could feel the tension building in Bianca's body, the telltale signs of an impending climax.
Determined to bring Bianca to the peak of pleasure, Latias intensified her efforts, her tongue moving with increasing speed and precision. She could taste the sweet essence of Bianca's arousal, driving her own desire to new heights. Just as the contractions built up to a crescendo, Latias slurped her tongue back out with ease.
With one final flick of her tongue, Latias sent Bianca over the edge, body trembling with pleasure as she reached her peak. Latias had pressed back in to lap up more of the sweet nectar flowing from Bianca, savoring the taste of her friend's ecstasy.
As Bianca's breathing slowed and her body relaxed, Latias pulled back. A satisfied smile gracing her maw, though her face was still adorned with the remnants of their passionate encounter.
Was that good? she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Bianca could only nod, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.
"More than good," she replied, her voice husky with pleasure. "You're amazing, Latias."
Latias swiftly transformed into her best friend's form, crawling back up the squeaking and soaked bed to lie beside Bianca, who rolled over to meet her face. Despite the lingering blush on her cheeks, Bianca smiled, radiating contentment.
"Thanks for that, Latias," Bianca expressed, hearing the eon trill happily in response.
As they lay side by side, the heady emotion from their intimate moment began to dissipate, replaced by a warm sense of companionship. Latias draped an arm over Bianca's waist, pulling her close in a gentle embrace.
You're welcome, Latias murmured softly, her voice filling Bianca's mind with genuine affection. And thanks for being there for me, too…
Bianca nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'll always be there for you," she whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss against Latias's cheek. "I promise."
They remained entwined in each other's arms, finding solace and comfort in the closeness they shared. In that moment, all their worries and insecurities faded away, leaving only the deep bond between them.
The door in the living room downstairs opened. Upon entering the quiet house, Lorenzo's senses sharpened. The stillness of the living room hinted that his secret was safe, and a flicker of ease graced his features. Ignoring the impulse to call out, he opted for cautious silence as he closed the door and proceeded to ascend the stairs.
He noted that Bianca's room door was shut and decided to not bother her. After all, he had his own things to do and once he saw his room door coming up. He opened it just as fast.
Now inside his room, the familiar click of the door closing brought a sense of privacy and sanctuary. With deliberate motions, he unfastened his holster, each movement a ritual of release from the day's tensions.
Lorenzo's thoughts turned dark as he stowed away his weapon, his mind replaying the unsettling encounters with Annie and Oakley. With a grim determination, he vowed to himself, "If I ever see anything resembling an Annie or an Oakley, they're going to eat lead."
The weight of his words hung in the air. A silent promise made to himself and a testament to his resolve in the face of looming threats, should one ever appear.
~End of Oneshot~
Just as Bayleef got a prequel story that kick-started this whole thing. We finally got a story for Bianca and Latias before the main events. I enjoyed getting everything ready for this and hope you all enjoyed this little one shot too.
Special thanks to, Green_Bean_Parade for asking about this and making me go through with it.
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