I Want To Lay the Very Best!

103 – Sheltered by the Storm (18+)

Morgan was a little spooky, but Brandy was into it. 

Holding Brandy's thighs apart, staring down at her pussy with a discerning glare, as if working out the best way to absolutely destroy it? The calm confidence did things for Brandy, and she squirmed harder the longer Morgan made her wait. 

"You have to put your dick in one of her holes if you've forgotten how this works," Calcine said sweetly as she kneaded at Brandy's chest.

Morgan glared at Calcine and didn't even reply, her fingernails scratching down Brandy's thighs as the tip of her tongue licked her lips. Brandy was screaming inside; this slow build-up was cruel torture, and she rubbed her shoulders into Sparky's legs as she tried to squirm toward Morgan. Sparky gasped as Brandy's mouth worked messily over the side of her cock and grabbed Brandy's hair to keep her from slipping away. So much for teamwork! Everyone was just taking what they wanted today. 

Brandy was into that too. 

"I don't think I've ever gotten between a better pair of legs," Morgan said as she fit Brandy's legs around her torso. The scratch of feather edges along Brandy's skin went perfectly with the gloriously soft fuzz that lay just out of sight against Morgan's skin. Brandy gasped as she felt a light breeze race up and down her thighs, the wind caressing her skin, and then she realized Morgan's wings were swirling with softly glowing green energy, catching the air and pouring it down over Brandy's body. She couldn't help but shiver in delight at the sensation.

Morgan had been naked the entire time Brandy had seen her, but she'd never actually seen her dick, and Brandy absolutely would have noticed if she could. There was some kind of universal Pokémon trick where they could just hide it away until it was needed, so Brandy's first introduction to Morgan's was when she felt her cock pressing up to Brandy's slit, the head brushing lightly over her pussy lips as the rolling wind streamed over both their bodies and in through the gap it had made. 

Being fucked by a tiny tornado was not something Brandy had ever expected to happen, but the swirling wind pressing deep inside her was a heady rush of coolness and skin-tingling sensitivity that would've had Brandy falling off Sparky's lap if Sparky didn't have such a firm grip on her hair. The sharp tug sent a sudden shock through her body that mingled with the wind's soft caresses. It became a mind-bubbling moment with Brandy moaning around Sparky's cock and suckling at it through the sheer need to take all these feelings out on something. 

"This is a little impressive," Calcine said as her hands warmed up, heat pouring into Brandy's chest and making sweat bead and roll down her breasts. "You've really fine control of your Gust Move." 

"Don't admit defeat so quickly, Calcine," Morgan admonished. "I'm only getting her ready. You haven't even seen what I can do."

"I may Evolve before I do." 

Sassy Calcine was great. The flow of warmth from her hands let Brandy know just hot the fire was burning in her. The heat seeped into Brandy's breasts, making them feel extra tender under Calcine's fingers. Brandy's heart beat faster as Calcine made her blood simmer. Just a delightful feeling that had her all stirred up and ready for Morgan, not that Morgan wouldn't do her part anyway. 

The tip of Morgan's dick, pressed firmly against Brandy's opening, began to swirl; a strange sensation Brandy wasn't expecting, making her body tense up. Morgan was pulling her wind power into a fine coating over her cock, adding a rushing swirl to the length. It made Brandy's insides flutter from the constant teasing brushes as Morgan gently thrust forward, her fingernails digging into Brandy's thigh as she held her steady. 

Brandy groaned as she felt Morgan's cock crush past the entrance of her pussy and slide in with some difficulty. The storm that came with it made Brandy writhe around a length that was thick in a viscerally noticeable way. Brandy wasn't just parted. Morgan stretched her open, her red eyes fixed on Brandy's face, hungry for a reaction.

She got one. Sparky's dick muffled Brandy's pleasured scream, but it was still loud enough to make Sparky jump, bouncing Brandy's head in her lap. 

"Seems she's enjoying it," Morgan said smugly. 

"So fucking good," Brandy moaned as she felt Morgan's hips rock back and forth. The thick dick rippled along her insides and just mercilessly crushed down on any sensitive spots. Morgan was obviously skilled, but the skill wasn't needed when you could smother every inch of a woman and then use a swirling wind to increase the intensity. It was like the heightened pleasure from Sparky's lightning, but instead of a sudden ecstatic rush, it was more of a relentless swirl. A thousand cool kisses spread the wetness inside her around and helped Morgan's cock glide effortlessly through her insides.

"Oh, she can still talk? Well, I am a little out of practice."

Calcine rolled her eyes at Morgan's cocksure boast. "You're smaller than Sparky."

"She is?" Sparky said in a rush and pumped a fist. "Yes, still the biggest!"

Brandy gave Sparky's dick a kiss just to show she appreciated that size. Honestly, Brandy wasn't picky about size, every Pokémon she'd met had fucked her senseless just fine with what they had, but if it made Sparky happy, then she'd show it some love. 

Sparky giggled under the kiss and squeezed her chest hard as she enjoyed the attention. At the same time, Calcine continued to tease away at Brandy's breasts, working in that heart-quickening heat. Calcine whispered in Brandy's ear, "It's pretty close, though. Be careful not to bite down when she goes all in."

"I heard that," Morgan said as she pressed Brandy's legs back, folding her up so Morgan could line her dick up better for long, firm strokes. "Get ready to chew, Brandy."

Sparky gave a little panicked gasp as Brandy's breath came out in a burst. Brandy wiggled about in Sparky's lap as she tried not to panic. Luckily for her, Brandy had the self-control to keep her mouth open as Morgan pressed in hard, filling her up until Brandy was sure there was no more to come. Blissfully full. Then Morgan pressed in that final little bit and made Brandy moan around Sparky's shaft and ground her head into Sparky's crotch, mind reeling as it tried to get used to the thickness that was burning a line all the way to her core.

Morgan chuckled darkly, "You really do have potential as a Trainer. Most women would've come undone by now." Morgan's grip tightened, her fingers pressed into Brandy's thighs so firmly they would leave marks later. "I'll give you a taste of what a real Pokémon feels like."

With that warning, Morgan gave Brandy the pounding she'd always been building up to. She kept a controlled rhythm, slow and steady, but with each thrust the force was enough to make a loud slap of skin on skin and force Brandy into Sparky's stomach, her hair pulled taught as Sparky held on to the bucking Trainer in her lap. Her tongue was lolled out all over Sparky's dick, a complete mess of a blowjob as Brandy couldn't even keep it on the shaft, dragging wet lines all over it as her body was ground along the stone floor from the sheer force of Morgan's fucking.

"Holy shit," Sparky groaned, "You're going to break her again."

Brandy had toughened up since Sparky had shocked her into a stupor, but this was still a brain-melting experience that could match any she'd been through. Morgan was just as devious at fucking as she was at fighting. Whenever Brandy thought she was getting used to being pounded, Morgan would change things up and fuck her harder, faster or lift her to hit spots left to rest. It was almost as if Morgan knew precisely how much pressure to apply and how quickly to go, driving Brandy into a haze where only Morgan's dick mattered, and everything else faded away.

"She's close. I'm almost impressed. Let's see if you can stick the landing," Calcine said as she teased Brandy's nipples with pinches. Barely noticeable amongst the storm Morgan was cooking up.

Morgan didn't answer Calcine, but the words seemed to spur her to find the perfect pace to make Brandy squeal. The rippling of cock over her insides was too much to bear. Brandy was left gasping for air, her hands grasping at Sparky's waist as she absolutely mauled that cock, Sparky cackling as she pulled Brandy's head up and down to pleasure herself. 

Then it all stopped, all but the swirl of wind around Morgan's dick as she stopped there, hilted in Brandy, fingers trailing along Brandy's thighs. Brandy had been brought up to the edge of an orgasm, and then it suddenly came to a crashing halt, her head spinning as she tried to gather herself. 

"Morgan?" she said, confused. As she looked up to see what was going on, Morgan let the wind along her cock finally break into a spiraling rush that pressed every bit of flesh she'd rubbed raw. Brandy had the breath she'd taken to yelp hammered out of her when Morgan gave one hard thrust that hit deep and popped the bubble she'd built up. 

The sensation was like nothing Brandy had ever felt, like she'd taken the deepest, most pleasurable breath she could imagine. Then someone had shoved their dick into her throat and fucked her brain right out of her skull. She could feel Morgan's dick throbbing deep inside her as she gasped and clawed at Sparky's side, choking on something. 

Oh, Sparky had stuck her cock down her throat. So much for that metaphor.

Well, it was still fucking incredible. Brandy didn't just come. She came undone. Morgan's cock filled her so completely that her orgasm wasn't even able to roll through her properly; it had to work around Morgan. Brandy's body tensed and relaxed in waves, her muscles tightening and unclenching as she lost track of everything, her vision popping with stars and everything becoming softer on the edges. 

Brandy lost track of what was going on. She felt a weight pinning her down and pressure all over. She luxuriated in the feeling of feathers and skin, the firm stiffness and strong smell of Sparky so intimately close to her. Smearing herself over every breath Brandy took. It was all a warm, pleasurable fuzz for a while, and Brandy was happy to soak it up. 

Her mind began to clear when heat poured into her, so hot it prickled at the skin. She was already flush with exertion, but new sweat now rolled over her curves and pooled in the lines of her muscles. Brandy's eyes focused, and she saw Morgan looming above her, smiling down at her with a satisfied expression.

"That was incredible," Brandy mumbled, reaching up to cup Morgan's face. Morgan took her hand and teased her fingertips with some bites instead. 

"I really needed that," Morgan said with a content sigh, "you deserved to be properly rewarded for being brave enough to face me with some uncomfortable talk."

"Spoiled her," Calcine said as she slowly pulled at Brandy's hips. The heat spreading into her wasn't just from Calcine's massage. Brandy was so out of it that she hadn't even noticed Calcine had taken Morgan's spot and was fucking her. But sweetly, ever so gently, with heat radiating out of her, it was like a hot day at the beach and a warm hug all wrapped into one. It was perfect, a gentle but pleasant way to come down after the overwhelming rush that was Morgan. 

"At your encouragement." Morgan smiled. "I think Calcine likes being in charge. She got very jealous there."

Calcine thrust a little harder into Brandy, driving that warmth into her stomach to radiate out through her body and make Brandy bubble away happily. "I can do better."

"You look better in shorts anyway," Sparky grinned back on her pillowy chair, splayed over it with the biggest smile. "Shows off your chiseled butt. Morgan's ass is too flat for it."

Morgan didn't take the bait, but it was nice to hear Sparky sticking up for Calcine in her own way. 

"I love both of you, hard and powerful, slow and soft. Love you all."

"Ughhh," Sparky flopped down, burying her face in the pillow. "Don't listen to her, Morgan. Brandy always weasels out of picking a winner."

"Well," Morgan ruffled the feathers of her wings along Brandy's neck. "We don't need her approval to know. Can't say we're not closer now. But I still doubt Cassidy will listen, even if you lend me your voices."

"Then we'll just try harder," Calcine said, grabbing hold of Brandy and picking her up. Cradling her into a hug and she continued fucking her with a show of strength. Brandy pawed with her hands. Calcine muscles up close. Good. 

"Try much harder, and she'll melt." Morgan laughed, adjusting her hat and fluttering her wings to let a refreshing breeze blow over Brandy. Absolutely perfect for the moment. "You're not bad at this, Calcine. Just not as good as me."

"Oh, she'll melt," Calcine said, a growl in her throat that made Brandy's heart race. "This isn't over until Brandy passes out. I can still make her sing."

Calcine didn't make her sing, but only because when you were reduced to a contented puddle, it was hard to do anything at all.