A/N: Welcome back, fellow Fanfictioneers! We're back in good 'ole Unova for a relatively quick Chapter.
Personally, I've always liked this character, and felt he was underused. So here we go! Enjoy, y'all.
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Chapter 26: Hilda x Marshal
The first time Hilda lost to the Elite 4, she was only one trainer away from completing the gauntlet.
But an unlucky miss, followed by an unlucky crit from the enemy, and it was all over. Hilda watched in horrified shock as her trusty starter Emboar gave out a pained cry before slumping onto the ground, knocked out. Her opponent's Conkeldurr gave out a satisfied grunt, slamming his huge concrete pillars into the ground, his work complete.
Hilda wordlessly returned her fainted Emboar to his ball, still a bit shocked that she had been bested. She was the savior of Unova, the one who had bested N in both a battle of wits and an actual battle, then had to do it again when Ghetsis showed up to try to stop her.
She was a literal hero, and she had been beaten.
The young girl was still lost in thought before she heard clapping coming from in front of her. Looking up from underneath her cap, she took a look at the man walking towards her.
"Not bad, kid. If it wasn't for that miss and that crit, you'd be on your merry way to Alder right now."
Hilda, still lost in her thoughts, shook her head and glared up at the man, finally focusing on him.
Marshal was a tall, broad, and muscled man. He towered over her, his huge frame dwarfing her easily. He was big, he was strong, and his dark skin made him look all the more imposing. Hilda never got to truly get to know him too well the first time she had come through the Pokémon League in pursuit of N, but now she had all the time in the world to stare.
And stare she did, as she took note of his incredibly well-built body, to his toned muscles to how much taller he was compared to her. His karate gi showed off his strong arms, and Hilda couldn't help but think how those arms could so easily pin her down.
Shaking such salacious thoughts aside, Hilda put on a tough front, looking up at the man straight in the eyes as she scoffed.
"Well, at least you acknowledge that you would've lost if luck wasn't on your side," she said cheekily, puffing out her chest to appear intimidating. Instead, it only gave Marshal a better view of her generous assets, giving the man a nice view of her well-developed chest and the sway of her hips.
Marshal chuckled. "Yes, Conkeldurr pulled through for me today. And it's not as if I and the rest of the Elite Four haven't been training vigorously ever since you bulldozed through us the first time you came through while trying to catch up to that green-haired kid. Hell, even old Alder has been training up, being so soundly whooped by that N kid did a number on him."
Hilda smiled, thinking back on N. Truthfully, she always harbored a secret crush on the enigmatic man, even though they were enemies. And although he was gone on his journey of self-discovery, Hilda still fondly thought of him as she continued on her own journey as well.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Marshal suddenly placed his hand on her shoulder. The sudden contact made Hilda shiver, looking back up at the huge man as he suddenly stepped closer to her, and suddenly she felt so incredibly small once more compared to him. Her pulse quickened as she stared up at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as the two were standing mere inches away from each other.
Marshal smiled down at the young girl, patting her on the shoulder. "You did good, Hilda. Come back next time and try again. I shall await your next challenge." It did not escape him how her eyes lit up when he called her by her name, nor how her legs quivered when he stood so close to her.
Marshal grinned. He was no fool. And in the back of his mind, he had already quickly decided what he wanted next.
'Alright, I'll have some fun with this one.'
Hilda was still in a slight daze when Marshal pulled away from her. The martial artist started to walk away, much to Hilda's disappointment. Her entire body was hot, and she had an inkling as to why. In that single interaction that had just transpired, Hilda felt an intense surge of attraction for the black man. It was as if it had come out of nowhere, a sudden burst of excitement mixed with lustful curiosity. Hilda didn't know where it came from, but her young, teenage mind craved more.
Just as Hilda was trying to reorganize her thoughts, Marshal turned around, stopping to yell something at her.
"Hey, why don't you join me for a bit in my locker room? I'll show you how I train, give you a little backstage pass. What do you say?"
And like a Mothim to a Lampent, Hilda could only dumbly nod before smiling, running a bit to catch up to the man on the other side of the room.
"Y-yeah! That'd be great! I could use some training from a strong guy like you!" Hilda called out, the throbbing heat in her core only hastening her steps, her curiosity pushing her into this strange yet tantalizing scenario the young teenager now found herself in.
And as Hilda stepped into the cozy personal locker room, Marshal wrapped a huge, strong arm around her, his hand resting on her wide, shapely hips, hips that shouldn't be on a teenage girl like herself. Hilda gasped at the contact, looking up at the tall, strong, handsome older man as he led her deeper into the room, Hilda's heart beating fast as the door closed behind her.
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Each Elite Four member had their own personal backstage locker room, away from prying eyes, a space for each member to relax, do their own personal rituals, and in the case of Marshal, bringing in various kinds of women to fuck their brains out.
And that was the situation Hilda had found herself in currently.
"Oooh! Oooooh! Oohhgghiiiii!"
"Heh, it's been a while since I've smashed some teenage pussy. Damn, I miss how tight younger girls are!"
It happened so fast. One minute Hilda was marveling at the locker room that Marshal was showing off, the next he had pushed her up against a wall and claimed her lips, his huge body trapping her against the cold wall as he expertly made out with the surprised girl.
Honestly, Hilda didn't put up much of a resistance either. Her eyes fluttered closed as she eagerly melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Marshal's neck as support, and when the big, strong man lifted her up to press her against the wall, Hilda mewled lustfully into his mouth and wrapped her long, sexy legs around his waist.
From there, it was a straight shot to the small bed in the corner of the room, a bed Marshal had added into his locker room for this exact purpose. Once there, clothes were quick to come off, Hilda barely having the time to admire Marshal's immaculate body, her hands running over his tight abs, before he had flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and ruthlessly plunged into her soaking wet pussy.
The sun was setting over the Pokémon League. Challengers had either gone home or were back in the Pokémon center to try their hand again at the greatest challenge the next day.
Inside the League Building itself, many were wrapping up things as well. Staff were leaving, cleaning things up, while janitors and guards finished their rounds.
The other Elite Four members were busy turning down for the night too. Grimsley got up from his chair and withdrew to his own personal room, Shauntel was buried in her books, another new story being jotted down onto paper, and Caitlin, well, fell asleep on her bed, which was literally in her room.
And Marshal was currently balls deep inside some tight, wet, sloppy pussy, ramming his massive black cock inside the quivering, eager pussy of Hilda, whose sultry moans echoed through his room. Good thing he got this place soundproofed a long time ago. Thrusting at a steady, languid pace, Marshal spanked Hilda's round ass, getting a moan out of the teenage girl as she buried her face in a pillow, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out as she experienced black excellence in all its glory.
"Arceus, I love teenage snowbunnies like you. All it takes is a little touch and me getting all up in your personal space and your tiny snowbunny brain goes into heat! Hah, it's so fucking easy."
Marshal grinned cockily down at his fresh prey. Another day, another conquest. He had lost track of how many girls he had turned into BBC addicted sex slaves in this very room, but he had to admit that Hilda was a special cut above the rest, putting her above most of the "normal" girls he usually had over.
And who could blame him. When they had first met, Marshal already knew that Hilda would be his. Her body was ridiculous, especially for a teenage girl. Wide, breedable hips, long, perfect legs, a flat, sexy stomach leading up to a pair of heavy breasts that shouldn't be on a girl as young as her, and a face that would put supermodels to shame. Hilda was a fine piece of ass, and she wasn't even out of adolescence yet.
Not to mention her outfit, sweet Arceus. Marshal could barely hold back his blatant staring the first time around, admiring the girls form-fitting outfit as it hugged her body nicely. Her jean shorts cupped her shapely ass perfectly, also showing off her bare legs. Her crop top displayed her delicious flat stomach and her navel, while her outfit was complimented with her jacket, hat, and sporty ponytail.
Hilda was a perfect picture of teen sexiness and beauty, and Marshal will admit he lost their first battle simply due to being too distracted.
Not this time, though. This time, he was in complete control. In their first meeting, he had already noticed how Hilda inadvertently checked him out, a small blush on her face as she admired his figure. Since then, all Marshal had to do was be patient. She'd come back eventually, and when she did, it was all too easy.
And now here they were, Hilda on her hands and knees, her brain melting and lust consuming her as Marshal effortlessly dominated her body, claiming her as his woman, and Hilda could no nothing but hold on for dear life and let out slutty moans, moans that should not have been coming out of a teenage girls mouth.
"Oh, Arceus! Marshal! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! I-I'll be your little snowbunny slut! Please! Pound my teenage pussy!"
Hilda learned quick, noticing what words turned on the black man, making him thrust inside her pussy rougher. Nevermind the fact that Hilda didn't even know what a snowbunny even was in the first place, but what she did know was the mind-blowing ecstasy she was feeling as Marshal continued to thrust inside her tight little pussy.
It was a miracle that it had even fit, as when he first pulled it out, Hilda could only stare wide-eyed at the brutish weapon that swayed between Marshal's legs.
"Wha-what is- I-"
She couldn't get more out before Marshal had expertly buried himself inside her little teenage pussy, and Hilda's world went white, spots dancing in his vision as she came all over his cock instantly, the size, the roughness, and the power too much for Hilda's unprepared body and mind.
Hilda wasn't a virgin. She knew how she dressed, how it attracted the eyes of many a man, both young and old. Hilda knew she was blessed with a supermodel body, and felt that she owed it to the world to show it off.
Hilda knew she was hot, and she wanted to flaunt it off.
She wasn't a virgin either, losing it to her childhood friend near the beginning of her journey. She had had some relationships and flings here and there, but nothing too serious. Hilda was a free spirit at heart, she couldn't be held down by a potential relationship.
She was, however, currently being held down by a strong, powerful hand gripping onto her ponytail, using it as a handlebar while Marshal continued to slam into her gushing pussy. Hilda could barely form a coherent thought, her eyes staring off into space and her tongue hanging out of her moaning mouth as her lewd, curvy teenage body was ruthlessly dominated by the powerful man above her.
"Take it, slut! Not so high and mighty now, are ya? The Hero of Unova, they said! What a load of shit! All it took was some black cock and you're a drooling slut! Take my load, slut!" Marshal's thrusts deepened as he chased his release, his strong hands gripping onto Hilda's meaty thighs as he let out a dominant growl before thrusting into the eager girl one, two, three more times before bottoming out, his throbbing cock erupting, recklessly filling up Hilda's womb with his spunk. Rope after rope of sperm pumped out of Marshal's cock, before he slowly pulled out, blasting Hilda's plump ass and toned back with his remaining jizz.
Hilda squealed and spasmed, the feeling of her unprotected womb getting viciously assaulted by the massive load Marshal dumped inside her caused her brain to malfunction, her body spasming in delight as a huge orgasm rocked her body.
Cum leaked out of Hilda's womb as she tried to think straight. But before she could, Marshal had already turned her around, now lying on her back as she stared up at the black man looming over her.
She felt so small and weak, her body ripe and easy pickings. She was left exposed, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her bearings.
But Marshal wouldn't allow it. His cock was already hard again, as if not even being affected by the orgasm he had just released. Grinning down at the slutty girl beneath him, her eyes hazy in lust yet her legs spreading instinctively, dollops of his semen oozing out of her puffy pussy, mouth open in a silent plea for more.
Marshal was filled with the usual feeling of absolute dominance that he so enjoyed. The feeling of effortlessly conquering yet another woman was intoxicating. And now, he was about to claim this ripe fruit all for himself once more.
Hilda's eyes widened in anticipation as she saw Marshal line himself up again, her mouth letting out an instinctual mewl of submission as she spread her long, sexy legs wider for him. Seeing this, Marshal grinned down at her, and Hilda looked up at him with unabashed desire.
"Beg for my cock, Hilda. Give yourself to me completely, and become my little snowbunny."
It was not a question. It was a command.
Hilda looked up at the man looming above her. Laying here on the bed, her body completely exposed and vulnerable to him, her legs spread wide to accept his throbbing black king bar once again inside her, Hilda finally understood what it felt like to be a woman, and to be completely and utterly conquered by a man.
"I-I want your cock, daddy~! P-please bless me with your fat, hard cock inside my slutty pussyyy~! I can't live without it anymore! I'll like your little teenage snowbunny slut, so please, Marshal! Fuck me! Fuck my pussyyyy~EEEEEK!" Hilda's slutty begging was interrupted when Marshall slammed into her, filling her teenage pussy once more as Hilda came on the spot, her head thrown back onto the pillow as the huge man claimed her once more on the bed.
"Good girl, Hilda. You're not sleeping tonight. I'm gonna fuck your until the sun rises." Marshal whispered commandingly into her ear, and Hilda could only respond by wrapping her body tighter around him, squealing and moaning lewdly as this huge, powerful man continued to fuck her brains out 'till the sun rose on the next day.
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"Come back if you want more of this dick, Hilda. Just tell the Nurse at the Pokémon Center in front of the League that you're here to see me, and I'll fuck your brains out as much as you like."
Hilda remembered Marshal's words that day, the first day she had walked into his trap.
As expected, the black man kept his word, and he had fucked Hilda all throughout the night and into the morning. It was only when Marshal had another Elite Four challenger to face that he had finally stopped, leaving Hilda on the ruined bed, her body covered in bruises and cum, her eyes unfocused and legs spread wide as cum oozed out of her pussy at a continuous rate, her body still twitching slightly as Hilda stared vacantly into the ceiling, her mouth still muttering "cock, cock, cock," as sleep finally consumed her.
She woke up late in the afternoon, her body aching and her pussy throbbing violently. She had managed to sneak out that day, rushing past the knowing and jealous glances of the other elite four members Caitlin and Shauntel as she exited the League and hopped onto her Braviary to fly off under the cover of the setting sun.
"Just tell the Nurse at the Pokémon Center in front of the League that you're here to see me."
Hilda replayed Marshal's words over and over again in her mind, and after a failed masturbation session where she failed to get off with her pathetic fingers, Hilda knew she wanted, no, needed to see him again.
And so here she was not two days later, squirming nervously in front of the Pokémon Center front desk, glancing around as if people knew what she was up to.
"Hello, and welcome to the Pokémon Center! We restore your Pokémon to full health! Would you like to rest your Pokémon?" The cheery Nurse completed her regular spiel with a smile and a wave, her trust Audino giving an affirmative cry next to her.
The nurse then looked at the nervous girl in front of her. "Oh, if it isn't Hilda! I heard you lost to the Elite Four a few days ago! I'm sure you'll defeat them this time! Now, I'm sure you want all your Pokémon nice and healed up?"
Tipping her hat down to cover the slight blush that was starting to creep up her face, Hilda replied.
"U-uh, n-no. Actually, I'm here to see… M-Marshal." Hilda's nervousness was quite noticeable, and her blush only deepened when she uttered the man's name.
Immediately, the nurse's attitude completely shifted. Her eyes grew wide and sparkled in delight, and she giggled cutely. Even the nurse's Audino gasped.
"Well, now I see why you didn't rechallenge the League the next day. Were your legs still shaking, Hilda?" the nurse teased, seeing Hilda squirm and blush deeper as the young girl tried to hide her face beneath her cap. The nurse giggled again before telling the blushing girl to come follow her to the back.
Once the two got to one of the supply rooms near the back of the Pokemon Center, the nurse pressed a button on one of the walls, revealing a simple tunnel leading to the direction of the Pokemon League. The nurse then turned to Hilda, still with a smile on her face.
"The League had these tunnels made for emergencies, but when Master Marshal found out about them, he decided to use them for more… pragmatic purposes." The nurse explained, giggling slightly at her word usage.
Hilda, still blushing, turned to the nurse and gave a small thanks before walking into the tunnel.
The nurse sighed happily as Hilda's figure disappeared into the tunnel. "To find something she loves and got addicted to, and at such a young, fertile age too! Haahn~, if only I could go back to the day when he first approached me too~," she reminisced fondly of her own first encounter with the Fighting-type Elite Four member, giggling dreamily as her thoughts drifted to big, strong hands, a deep, sexy voice whispering into her ear, and the most incredible, mind-shattering pleasure she had ever felt in her life.
Back in the tunnel with Hilda, the young girl continued walking for a few more minutes until she reached the end, where a ladder awaited her. Climbing up, she found herself in front of a simple wooden door. Heart starting to beat harder, Hilda slowly opened the door, revealing the very same locker room that Marshal had first taken her to. And where he had completely and utterly dominated her, making the young teen feel things she had never felt before, melting her brain and claiming her tight, sexy body as his own. Just the thought of what happened that first time made Hilda blush heavily, her thick thighs rubbing together as she felt herself getting wet at the thought.
She only got wetter when another door opened up, and out came the man himself, and without half his clothes on. Marshal was half naked, showcasing his absolutely perfect masculine body as he walked out of the shower room, only a towel wrapped around his waist as he stepped out into the locker room. Hilda was practically drooling as she eyed his perfect body up and down, his well-built body absolutely eye-catching as his muscles rippled and his perfect physique was on full display for Hilda's heated gaze. She felt her panties get absolutely soaked, her body already turning into a hot, lustful mess as it detected a perfect male specimen nearby.
Marshal turned his attention towards her direction, a confident smile etching itself across his ridiculously handsome face as he noticed Hilda's presence standing there.
"Ah, there you are, Hilda. The nurse called ahead and said you were coming."
Hilda could only stand there like an idiot, her mind short-circuiting as she continued to stare at his body. Her pussy was throbbing violently, and her body trembled slightly. Marshal chuckled at her current state. The effect he had on her wasn't anything new to him. After all, it's how most of the women he conquered acted when they stood before him: meek, submissive, and completely under his control. He chuckled, stepping closer to the trembling girl before stopping right in front of her.
Hilda whimpered, she felt his overwhelming presence cascade upon her in waves, his powerful musk invading her senses, causing her pussy to leak like a faucet. She was the great Hero of Unova, and yet in one night Marshal had turned her into his little submissive plaything, and Hilda loved it.
Marshal grinned, then slowly dropped the towel around his waist. Hilda gasped, seeing his flaccid cock come into view. It wasn't even hard, and it was the biggest she'd ever seen. Hilda stared at it with lustful awe, her womb throbbing in delight as her mind became hazy with lust.
Hilda's core was throbbing in need, her entire body sensitive and ready to be bred. Her sexy outfit only showed off her curves and soft skin in all its seductive glory. Breathing heavily, Hilda let out a small gasp as one of Marshal's nig, strong hands wrapped itself around her slim waist, coming around to clap onto her asscheek. Hilda mewled at the commanding touch, squirming in his grasp as his other strong hand came around and grasped her other asscheek, groping her ass through her tiny little shorts.
"Ahhhn~, oh, please, Marshal, please~~" Hilda begged needily, her hands coming up to reverently stroke at Marshal's cock, feeling the massive appendage swell and harden in her grasp, her soft hands desperately pumping away, eager for it to fully harden so it could smash her tight little pussy.
Marshal grunted, pleased with the girls' ministrations. She learned fast, submitting to him completely, and begging needily for his cock. And to think he had only fucked her brains out once. What more once he made her an official part of his snowbunny harem.
"Hahn~, do you like it when I stroke your cock, daddy~? It's so fucking big even though its not fully haaaard~~. Please, daddy, please fuck me, fuck me hard daddy~~," Hilda whined, lost in her own lust, calling him by the pet name that she knew excited him.
And it worked.
Cock now at full mast, throbbing angrily and powerfully in Hilda's small hands, Marshal grabbed her ass and lifted her up, the tiny girl squealing in surprise as she hung onto him, her legs wrapping around his lower body while she felt the head of his cock poke her exposed belly. This only caused her to get even more turned on, already imagining what it was going to feel like inside her once more. Finally, the burning desire inside her body was about to be sated.
Carrying her over to bed and laying her down onto it, Hilda found herself once more in a similar position as the huge man loomed over her, muscles rippling and cock throbbing. He was the picture perfect male specimen, designed to dominate and breed quivering, needy little girls like her.
"Are you ready to have your brains fucked out, Hilda?" Marshal asked, his hands already pulling her shorts and panties down her long, sexy legs.
Hilda whimpered, nodding meekly as she instinctively spread her legs wide, inviting the man to smash her pussy once again. It was what she wanted, what she needed.
And when Marshal finally entered her once again, spearing her pussy wide and filling her up completely, making Hilda cum her pathetic brains out just from the insertion alone, Hilda knew that this is where she belonged, where she wanted to be for all time.
In just two fuck sessions with this man, Hilda's entire life trajectory had been warped, changed, and derailed, and in her mind, as her squeals and screams of pure ecstasy echoed through the room once more, she knew that it was a change all for the better.
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Hilda was now officially part of Marshal's "snowbunny slut harem", as he put it. Other members included damn near every beautiful woman in Unova, from the supermodel Elesa, who Marshal showed Hilda a video of said model on her knees in her own changing room in one of her fashion shows, sucking him off reverently, eyes hazy as she looked submissively up at the camera, to the other Elite Four members themselves, Caitlin and Shaunal. Marshal showed a video of them too, both women on their hands and knees side by side while Marshal was pistoning in and out of Shauntal's meaty ass, his huge fingers were roughly fingering and pumping away at Caitlin's tighter, smaller pussy, both women moaning in ecstasy as they were roughly taken by the strong male behind them, heads down asses up all while he recorded the whole thing.
In fact, Marshal had hundreds upon hundreds of different videos with his various women, all of them showcasing the woman completely subservient, obedient, and absolutely addicted to his cock.
One video showed resident flying-type gym leader Skyla seductively giving him a striptease, slowly tossing away her tiny shorts and small top to reveal a cute sky blue pair of underwear, gyrating her body in a hypnotic way to entice the man behind the camera, whose cock was in frame as it steadily grew harder and harder.
Another video showed Hilda's very own best friend Bianca shyly inviting him into her own home, the camera panning over to her parents knocked out on the dining room table, Bianca revealing that she had successfully laced their food with sleeping pills like how Marshal instructed. She then led him to her cute little bedroom, before blushing cutely and moaning softly as Marshal reached out and groped her fat tits through her clothes, the intent obvious as Bianca started to strip in front of the camera. Hilda didn't even know how Marshal got his hands on her best friend, but felt an immense jealousy as she watched Bianca get pounded in her own bedroom.
One of Marshal's favorite videos was that of the visiting Champion of Sinnoh, Cynthia. The video was from the point of view of Marshal, who was lounging on a beach chair as the camera zoomed into the shore, capturing the perfect moment as the blonde haired woman excited the water, the droplets of water rolling off of her smooth, perfect skin. She was wearing an absolutely scandalous black bikini, with strings so thin and patches of cloth so small it barely covered her body, if at all. It was an absolutely mouthwatering sight for any man on the beach, except there were no other men since it was a completely private piece of beach that the Champion specifically bought for herself along with her villa. The Champion swayed her hair, currently in a ponytail, as she slowly walked towards the black man lounging away on the beach chair, her perfect smile only growing wider as she saw the monstrous tent being pitched in Marshal's board shorts. Once she reached him, she straddled the huge man confidently, her barely clothed pussy rubbing onto his massive cock eagerly as she bit back a moan.
"Why don't you take those shorts off and show me what Unovan men are made of, big boy~" Cynthia seductively whispered, reaching behind her to undo the strings holding her bikini top in place, letting it fall away, exposing her gorgeous breasts to the camera before the video ended.
Hilda knew that Marshal had more, much, much more, and she knew that she was just another one of Marshal's women. But she didn't care. She loved it. She loved being treated like an object, only being called on to satisfy his boundless lust. Hilda knew that one day, she'd be the one in front of the camera, just another one of Marshal's conquests, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
And finally, the day did come. Marshal called for her, and Hilda obediently came, like what she was taught to do, like what she wanted to do.
So here Hilda found herself, once again in his personal locker room, kneeling before him, wearing her signature hat and ponytail while the rest of her body was laid bare to him. Marshal stood in front of her, one hand on her head while the other held his camera, already filming the trembling girl's pathetic state of being. He had that same confident smile on his face as his massive, fat cock throbbed viciously in front of Hilda's face.
"Now, tell me why you're here, slut." He commanded, slapping his cock down onto Hilda's face like how a trainer would wag a bone in front of their Lillipup. Hilda cooed happily, pushing her face forward so Marshal could slap his cock onto her face easier. Her thick, delicious body throbbed in delight as she was degraded by the man that stood before her.
"I, Hilda, aahn~! T-the Hero of Unova and the savior of the region, h-hereby, mmpphh~~, pledge myself completely and, uughhog~~, utterly to my black king Marshal~~~." Hilda's declaration was cut here and there by Marshal smacking her face with his cock, slapping and degrading her with his thick shaft as he grew harder and harder from the submissive display.
"Good girl. I love obedient, brainless snowbunny girls who only think with their pussies. Now, Hilda, be a good girl and beg for my cock like how I taught you," Marshal commanded, to which Hilda eagerly obeyed.
"Y-yessshh~~! Please, daddy! Please fuck my weak little pussy with your strong, powerful cock! I can't live without your cock anymore! So please, put me in my place and smash my pussy! Dominate me, daddy! Fuck this slutty puss-ugghhhiiiiii!"
Hilda's pathetic begging was cut short when Marshal roughly pushed her onto the bed and swiftly slammed into her awaiting pussy in one swift motion, filling her up immensely, his massive cock bottoming out inside her, his cockhead kissing her defenseless womb. Hilda squirted from the penetration instantly, splashing her sticky juices all over Marshal's chest and all over the bedsheets. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream, her body spasming from the powerful orgasm that wracked her body.
Marshal did not stop, however. He was hard, hot, and ready, and he wasted no time in plunging his fat cock deep inside his new cumsluts tight teenage pussy. It felt good to dominate women, it was simply too easy for him. Blessed with powerful genes that made him the black king that he was, conquering nature was simply second nature to a specimen as fine as him.
In and out his cock went, pounding away roughly and powerfully as he fucked the thick, moaning girl missionary style. His one hand held the camera aloft, while his other hand gripped her shapely hips for balance. He looked down at the submissive girl lying on his bed for what won't be the last time, and she stared back up at him, her eyes needy with lust, her mouth singing his praises as she held onto the sheets behind her for dear life as her body was rocked to and fro from his dominant thrusts. Hilda was a picture perfect moment of a woman utterly lost in pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of being so thoroughly dominated by a strong man only turned her on even more, her folds eagerly accepting her black masters massive length inside of her, her long, toned legs wrapping themselves around his waist as she pushed him deeper inside of her.
"Tell the camera what's happening right now, slut. Tell the whole world who you belong to," the man above her commanded, pointing the camera once more at her thoroughly fucked body as she came again, squealing pathetically as her body shivered from her second powerful orgasm.
Dazed unfocused eyes stared back up at the camera, and Hilda could only smile lopsidedly as she threw up double peace signs, her breasts bouncing to the beat of Marshal's thrusts, his stamina seemingly endless as he continued to have his way with her teenage body.
"H-hello everyone! I-I'm Hilda, the Savior of Unov-aaahhhnnn~~! B-but I no longer am that! From now on-ooooohhhgghhhiiii~~! I-I'm master Marshal's black-bred snowbunny slut~~!" Hilda managed to slur out the words towards the camera, her face scrunching up in ecstasy as she felt another orgasm rocking through her body. Marshal grunted a few more times before also exploding, dumping a fat load inside Hilda's fertile pussy. Hilda felt his hot sperm invade her uterus and utterly smash her eggs, and she knew at an instinctive level that she had been impregnated. Pumping her full of his cum, Marshal gripped her curvy body tightly as he unloaded his load deep inside her, before finally pulling out, letting his remaining seed drip out of her gaping, twitching pussy and onto the bedsheets beneath them.
It was over for Hilda. She was going to be a mother, and at such a young age too. But to her, it was the ultimate pleasure. Being able to birth the offspring of her black master made her cum once again, her squrting pussy once again soaking the sheets as her mind drifted off to hazy lust…
..If not for Marshal roughly grabbing her spent body, flipping her around so she was now face down, ass up. Jolting back to lucidity, Hilda mewled lustfully as she felt Marshal's still-hard cock rub roughly across her slick pussy. Knowing her duty, she shook her wide hips, grinding lewdly on his cock as she begged for his cock once more.
"P-please, daddy~~, please fuck me~~"
To which the huge man responded by once again entering her tight little pussy, grabbing onto her ponytail as Hilda threw her head back, screaming the joys of her master as he once more completely and utterly dominated her.
~2 Years Later~
Rosa looked up at the Pokemon League, a look of determination on her face. It had been a long, arduous journey to get here, and the stories she could tell from what she had experienced during said journey would have been legendary. From the rise and defeat of Neo Plasma to the shocking truths behind the DNA Splicers and the evil still lurking in the shadows, Rosa had gone through many trials and tribulations.
And now, here she was at the pinnacle. The peak. Here she was going to challenge the elite four and then the Champion, finally earning her place amongst the most glorious of Unovan legend.
But she had heard rumors. Dark secrets of a different kind of evil lurking within the Pokemon League. An evil that affected only women, that was able to utterly consume them and lead them to ruinous paths.
Rosa had seen the evidence. The videos. Widespread as they were if one knew where to search, Rosa's eyes were opened when she once spotted an inconspicuous folder on one of Colress's consoles. There she discovered a completely different side to Unova, one full of desire and lust, of submission and the joys that it brought. The debauchery was immense, video upon video that amounted to terabytes of filthiness. Rosa had seen it all, from gym leaders she had faced being in completely submissive positions, to a forgotten hero of Unova's past, one who too dealt with team Plasma way back when, showcasing her heavily pregnant belly as she bounced happily on a man's massive, black cock.
In fact, all the videos had the black man and his cock. It was disgusting, it was perverse, it was so, so incredibly hot. Rosa cannot remember the amount of times she had masturbated herself to unconsciousness from those videos, fingering herself stupid while wishing it was that huge, monstrous black cock instead.
Sometimes Rosa wished she had never seen those videos, because now, she was completely addicted. And it wasn't even the real deal yet.
And now, as she stood at the front of the Pokemon League, she knew what she had to do. Entering, she quickly took the first set of stairs to her right. Taking the folding stairs up to the Pokeball shaped arena, Rosa gasped as the second half of the arena dropped downwards, and there, standing in the center, was the man of her dreams.
Strong. Muscular. Fit. Tall. Powerful. Exuding an aura of complete dominance.
Black.
She remembered meeting him once, on Twist Mountain. That seemed so long ago, and she was so innocent back then, blind to what he truly was. But now, her eyes were opened. And now, she understood.
When his heavy gaze fell on her, Rosa trembled. When he approached her, her core throbbed in needy anticipation, as if her body already knew what was about to come.
And finally, when he stood before her, looming over her, Rosa breathed in, and his strong masculine musk nearly made her ruin her already soaked panties. The trembling girl could barely look at him, his overwhelming presence causing her brain to malfunction. She had defeated Neo Plasma, thwarted a world-ending ploy, nearly escaped death, and had conquered most of Unova.
And yet here, right now, in front this black man, she was nothing but a meek, shivering girl.
Finally, the man before her spoke. A deep, rumbling sound that made Rosa's heart quake.
"Welcome, challenger. I am Marshal, the fighting master of the Elite Four." A short pause as he scanned her quivering body up and down. Rosa hoped he liked what he saw.
"Yes, I remember you, From Twist Mountain. Rosa, was it? You have become quite strong. Very well, as a member of the Elite Four, I accept your challenge." He continued, readying his pokeballs.
Rosa gulped, her mind and body completely out of it. How could she possibly think of Pokemon battling when the man of her dreams, the object of her lascivious masturbation sessions every single night was now standing before her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard him speak once more.
"And perhaps, after the battle, we can retreat to my private locker room for some further training."
The way he said those words, especially those last two, made Rosa gasp, finally looking up at the man before her. His eyes stared deep into her soul, and from that one glance Rosa knew that he knew. About all of it. Everything.
That single thought, that he knew how she felt, either instinctively or just from sheer experience, suddenly calmed Rosa down. As if her mind was cleared from a frightful haze, she suddenly remembered that she was one of the greatest Pokemon trainers that Unova had ever seen. Readying her pokeball, she took a battle stance. Rosa smiled at the black man across from her.
"I'll take you up on that offer." Rosa smiled, sure of herself.
For she knew that she was going to throw the match. And she knew she was going to be led to the back rooms into his private space.
And she knew that she was finally going to get what she wanted:
Him.
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A/N: Aaaaaand, done! A bit of an underused character from the Unovan catalog, I must say.
Well, that's all from me for now. See you all again soon!