I Want To Lay the Very Best!

127 – Can’t Take the Heat (18+)

Trapped in the arms of a horny Centiskorch, her cock pulsing against Brandy's stomach and her breath hot on Brandy's forehead, it was hard to think. If Brandy had been in charge, she wouldn't have let herself get into this situation. The warm line of Spitfire's cock rubbed over Brandy's stomach and made her spine curl as she writhed needily in Spitfire's arms.

Well. She wouldn't have gotten into this situation so early.

The challenge was clearly to distract Spitfire, get her all worked up, and channel all that emotion. Maybe share food with her until she was too sluggish to fuck, or compliment her so much she began to blush and let you off because she liked you. Spitfire had made it clear getting fucked was the punishment, and yet, here she was. About to get fucked senseless with Calcine and Morgan egging Spitfire on.

Thinking was overrated; she was just going to enjoy it. Spitfire was hot in a lot of ways, and getting plowed into a warm puddle sounded really good.

"Brandy," Calcine's voice cut through the horny haze, "Help her line up. She's got a lot swinging around."

"I can do it," Spitfire hissed, her massive body crackling as she wound the coils of her long tail body up around Brandy. She was squeezed in from every side, warmth washing over her as a few plates and pots fell off, clinking to the ground. The first things Spitfire had dropped. A small crack in her self-control.

"Of course you can," Morgan said, her voice barely carrying over the Centiskorch's excited rumbling growls as she lifted Brandy with her tail dangling her in the air. Brandy felt the soft, warm touch of a very flexible tail tip flicking over her thighs and tried to relax. Morgan leaned in to lick some spilled food off Spitfire's flank while Calcine stood back, commanding everything. Sparky was lost in the snake coils somewhere, but she was probably in heaven right now. She'd no doubt pop up when needed; she always did.

Spitfire was a Bug type, so despite appearing quite snake-like, there were some delightful differences. Her long tail was made of large segments, closely fitted together with ridges along every piece. They rippled over Brandy's body. The ridges were firmer than the more pliable tail between. It added delicious texture every time the tail slid over Brandy's body. A constant pressure against Brandy's muscles that was like an inescapable deep massage, along with the heat pouring off Spitfire, it was hard to not let out a few excited moans.

Spitfire leaned in to lick a bit of sauce off Brandy's cheek and kissed her. "Bite my shoulder. This is going to be a lot."

"I've taken a lot before," Brandy smiled but bit down anyway. Arguing delayed the moment Spitfire took her, and Brandy couldn't wait anymore.

The moment her teeth sank into Spitfire's shoulder, the tip of Spitfire's tail went straight for her ass and met resistance. Spitfire was a big snake lady, and the end of her tail wasn't some delicate point; it had heft and thickness, and as excited as Brandy was, the tip of Spitfire's tail was just as thick as her cock. It didn't slide in neatly, but that didn't mean Spitfire would wait. Her coils tightened, and she pressed Brandy down, the hot and pliable tip of her tail flexing to find just the right spot to push inside Brandy. The pain was almost overwhelming, but Spitfire kept pressing her down until she could slam a good few inches into her, every ridge of the tail rippling as it finally pushed through Brandy's tight ass.

It was just as rough as Spitfire had promised. The heat making Brandy melt was replaced with the most powerful urge to scream. She bit down hard on Spitfire's shoulder to stifle it. A loud, gaspy moan still managed to slip out, as the pain bled into pleasure as the crushing weight of Spitfire's coils seemed to compress the pain inside of her, making it so white-hot it stopped hurting and became almost blissful.

A hell of a trick. Fenny had talked about how a Trainer acted as a crucible for bond power; this was such a good example of that. Spitfire's heat was literally turning her intense emotions into pleasure. She wanted more of it, and Spitfire had plenty to give.

"Fiesty," Spitfire growled as she bounced Brandy with her coils. "Never seen someone so eager to lose."

"Lose?" Calcine said, "You wanted to fuck her, didn't you?"

"Wanted and will," Spitfire grinned, using the tail inside Brandy's as a guiding anchor so she could line the tip of her cock up with Brandy's pussy.

Morgan hummed from out of Brandy's line of sight, but she felt a lick along her thigh. "I look forward to you sinking this monster up to the hilt. Do losers usually take it all?"

Spitfire's eyes lit up as she looked at Brandy, "Usually, they don't last that long. But this one is going to do that, is she?"

"All of it," Morgan purred, her licks transferring across Brandy's thighs, wetting up both of them. "Every inch."

Through the dizzying tail-fucking Brandy managed to gasp out in agreement. "Every. Last. Inch."

Spitfire didn't need any more encouragement. She rocked her hips back as her coils tightened to keep Brandy perfectly still, and her tail flexed to guide Brandy as Spitfire slammed the first few inches inside in one go. The heavy slam speared through her easily, so easily it had to be enhanced by a Move. Maybe it was just Slam. Spitfire seemed built for rough, overwhelming fucking, and a Move that'd let her pound a woman without fear seemed to suit her big, cocky attitude.

Fuck there was just so much of it. Brandy's brain felt like it was giving off sparks as she felt it sliding through her. It was girthy enough to really stretch her out, and it wasn't just a fat slab of meat. It wasn't in segments like her tail, but it had ridges to it, and every ripple along her insides made her moan. It felt like every part of her was getting rolled over, not a single bit of her spared from the thick, rippling cock.

Fuck. So big.

Calcine's chuckle brought Brandy back to reality, though her vision was getting a little blurred. Tears in her eyes.

"Enjoying her Spitfire?" Calcine said she had her hands on Spitfire's hips and was pressed into her back, a lick of flame from her mouth splattering on Spitfire's neck. She was pouring heat into the Centiskorch, which made the Centiskorch's eyes glow so bright it was almost painful to look at them.

"She can take me," Spitfire panted, "Fuck, I only get the losers. The really choice cuts always walk out."

"Brandy would break before she left you unsatisfied." Calcine purred, "You can go all in. Let's see you really fuck."

So that was the plan, have Spitfire overwhelm herself trying to fuck Brandy in half. It might work if she didn't actually succeed.

Brandy was getting fucked from both ends, and Spitfire used all her mass and muscle to really abuse that. Her tail pressed up into Brandy's ass, filling her with warmth and tickling some deep parts of her that made her mind go all gooey. But it wasn't even why Spitfire did it; no, she just wanted a good grip. Brandy let out a girly squeak as the tail flexed, and Spitfire slammed her down onto her huge cock. It just pounded every thought right out of the top of Brandy's head, leaving nothing but the heady feeling of that thick cock tearing through her.

Fuck, it should have hurt, but Spitfire's heat soothed away any aches and made it feel indulgent instead. It helped her body to adjust and accept enough cock. She was sure there'd be a bulge along her stomach if she could see it. She just wanted more, even though she was clearly stuffed to bursting with cock and tail right now. Spitfire's massive body heaved with the effort of slamming herself into Brandy again and again, using her as a sleeve to hilt herself into. Her coils were crushing, but the squeezing and the heat made her feel like her body was soft enough to be molded like clay.

Spitfire was sweating profusely as she kept her coils tight, giving Brandy barely any room to move and trying to drive the point home that Brandy was her fuck toy. She was going to enjoy her to the fullest. Brandy was happy with it. If it felt this good, they could do whatever they wanted.

"Look at her," Calcine's voice rumbled through all the slapping of bodies and moaning. "A wet, hungry mess for cock."

"I'd fuck her every day if she was mine," Spitfire grinned, "Fill her ass with my tail and keep her as my moaning little puppet."

"But she isn't," Morgan chimed in from between Brandy's thighs, licking away the juices spilling down. "She has Partners, doesn't she, Calcine?"

"Absolutely, and if you fuck our girl, then you are fair play. Sparky, Bug Bite."

Sparky had been lost in the coils, but she had the sense to sink her fangs into Spitfire's tail, making her stiffen up as pleasure suddenly blasted through her, piling on top of the joyous feeling of fucking Brandy silly.

"Morgan, Feint Attack."

Morgan appeared between them, somehow having squeezed past Spitfire's coils, and Morgan sunk her nails into Spitfire's breasts. She had more than enough to dig her nails into, and she did it gleefully, enjoying Spitfire's moan as the black energy spilling from her fingernails dragged along Spitfire's skin and turned every scratch into a blissful stroke.

"And this beautiful ass," Calcine purred, steam puffing from her lips. "Deserves a Smack Down."

The clap of Calcine's hand on Spitfire's ass thundered so loud it deafened every other sound. Spitfire was forced to hilt herself in Brandy, thundering forward and breaking through the dam of Brandy's building orgasm so hard it felt like she came twice. Spitfire's eyes glowed as she moaned and thrashed her tail in pleasure, overwhelmed by everything piled on her, unloading herself inside Brandy. A wave of heat and thick cum blasted through Brandy, flowing along the bumps on the Centiskorch's tail and sloshing around in Brandy as she used the extra lubrication to just keep going.

"Crazy," Spitfire moaned. "Losing like this is crazy."

"Who says we're the ones losing?" Calcine grinned. "Brandy's ready for round two, are you?"