I Want To Lay the Very Best!

224 – Coal-Fired Confidence (18+)

Brandy wouldn't be trembling like this.

Wren couldn't help it. The tight grip of Calcine's hands around her waist made her insides squirm, and the casual display of strength holding her a few feet off the ground made her heart race. The staggering height of the woman, her defined muscles, broad shoulders, and the burning light in her eyes as she looked over Wren with naked hunger. It just wasn't fair on a poor Postwick girl. As much as she tried to fight her nature, she had wool in her blood, and when faced with this kind of overwhelming power, her knees went weak.

She could hear her team fighting and wanted to be there for them, but she couldn't speak. But those damn white-hot eyes, boring into her with all the fury of a sun, just robbed her of any ability to act. She was lost in them, waiting for the Coalossal giantess to make her next move.

"You sure you want to be wearing Brandy's look?" Calcine asked. Her breath was hot on Wren's wet skin. Calcine had already given her a lick from top to bottom with her massive tongue, the front of Wren's maid dress damp against her skin. The casual ease with which she'd done it was so fucking hot it was unfair. "You can change back, I'd love to see the real you."

"N-no," Wren whimpered softly. Her resolve was already a melted puddle in the face of Calcine's overwhelming presence, and it wasn't the only wet thing. She was pushing all of Wren's buttons so hard it was making breathing hard. Wren had to think about it and force her lungs to work as her body just froze up in the face of her doom.

"Don't be nervous." Calcine laughed and pulled Wren closer. Her face was so close now. Wren could smell her breath, like burning cedarwood; it wasn't unpleasant. Wren raised a hand to stroke Calcine's massive cheek and felt her palm warm instantly. The heat was rolling off Calcine in waves, the hands around Wren's hips pumping her to the brim with an endless onslaught of warmth. Wren could feel her maid dress sticking to her skin as she sweated. Her skin prickled from the intense heat.

It was overwhelming, and Wren hated that she couldn't handle it.

As much as she wanted to draw on her opponent's strength with her mimicry, Calcine made it clear she wasn't Brandy; she was a shy little Wooloo's daughter. Her instincts were screaming at her to accept whatever was about to happen, to let herself be lost in the pleasure of being served by a smoking hot nine-foot-something coal-skinned Amazon.

Calcine smiled and leaned forward, her soft lips pressing against Wren's. Calcine's tongue slipped out, parting Wren's lips and exploring her mouth. The Coalossal was so huge compared to her that the kiss actually stretched her jaw. Calcine's tongue was so long and thick. Yet, it explored her tenderly, gently playing with Wren's tongue in an almost protective way. Gentle and passionate, Calcine could have ruined Wren, but instead, she warmed her up, giving her a taste of what was to come.

Wren wished she could have given Calcine more back, but she'd frozen up, her body limp as Calcine kissed her, the heat from the Coalossal's mouth tingling on her lips. Calcine was slow and thorough, exploring Wren's mouth and melting like butter in a low heat until Wren's thoughts were nothing but a dizzying fog.

Wren gasped as the kiss broke, running her hands over Calcine's smooth skin as she tried to stop her body from flopping about in Calcine's hands. Calcine just laughed, her smile so fucking dazzling that Wren felt her heart flutter.

"Not hurting you am I?" Calcine asked, "First time with this body, I feel I could tear the moon out of the sky."

"You're good," Wren replied. Her face was red, and she knew Calcine could feel her racing pulse under her fingers. Her legs were still trembling, and the only reason they weren't turning to jelly was the firm grip around her waist. Her stomach pressed up to the swell of Calcine's breasts, letting her rest as she tried to gather her breath. "I wanted to win, but..."

"Oh?" Calcine purred. The coal titan leaned forward and nuzzled her face against Wren's neck, her warm lips caressing Wren's throat and sending shivers through her. "Don't feel bad. Your partners are still smiling and fighting hard. I can tell they adore you."

"Why?" Wren asked, gasping softly as she felt the heat rise in her throat from the kisses, spreading down to fill her lungs and make her chest weak. The press of those soft breaths was turning her stomach into a fluttery mess, her body aching for more of the gentle care Calcine was giving her. "I'm not Brandy. I'm not as strong as her. You're going to break me."

"I've broken Brandy before," Calcine chuckled as she bit at Wren's maid dress, slowly teasing her out of it with her hands and teeth. The silk sliding over Wren's body, obscuring her vision, just worked her up more. She felt like she was a simple touch from cumming her brains out, and Calcine had barely touched her. "She's taller than you, trimmer. More firm muscle than this lovely soft flesh, but you're not as different as you think."

Wren let out a sigh as her breasts were freed from the maid dress. Calcine' kissed along the plush flesh, squeezing and fondling them with sucking toothless bites. She was so gentle about it all, but her grip was firm and confident, and the heat radiating from her hands left Wren with no illusion that Calcine was holding back for her. It was impressive that a Pokémon could even exercise this level of restraint without her trainer's help. Usually, a wet and willing woman in their grip was enough for them to lose all self-control. Calcine held it together like she'd been training her whole life to resist her fiery urges.

"You don't believe me," Calcine growled, the rumble of her voice sinking deep into Wren and relaxing her so thoroughly she almost slipped right out of Calcine's grasp. Wren let out a sharp, panicked gasp, her hands grabbing to latch onto the swell of Calcine's biceps. The coal titan's arms were so strong it made Wren feel like a doll. A plaything. The thought of it was absolutely thrilling, and her body responded with a hot rush of arousal.

"I'm sorry," Wren gasped. Calcine's hands slipped down from her hips, her fingertips teasing along the outside of her thighs, hips, and belly, leaving hot trails along her skin. "I want to believe you, I do! But I can't. I never stood a chance. I don't have any special talents. I'm really not good at this. I'm not even a scary Ghost Ace."

"You don't have to be what everyone expects of you," Calcine whispered, her voice rumbling against Wren's chest as the coal titan kissed and nibbled along the swell of her breasts, her teeth biting and pulling her dress off further. The maid's outfit hung off Wren's body like a loose cloak, and she felt even more warmed than when she had it on. The fabric had protected her from Calcine's overwhelming heat, and now they were both naked. The difference in power was just all the more apparent.

"I'm a Wooloo’s daughter. A sheep." Wren felt the tears welling in her eyes, and Calcine lifted her, letting her hug around Calcine's thick neck. Her burning eyes filled Wren's vision.

"And what's so bad about that?" Calcine asked. "Wooloo are wonderful Pokémon."

"They're weak, easy to please." Wren's voice caught in her throat. She could feel her resolve breaking, her body relaxing as the heat washed over her. "I can pretend all I like, but that's who l am. Who I'll always be."

"We've fought Wooloo, and they were far from weak," Calcine murmured, lapping between Wren's thighs. "Soft doesn't mean weak. Easy to pleasure doesn't make you useless. I'll prove it."

The sensation of that massive hot tongue licking between her legs was almost too much for Wren. Her mind short-circuited as the pleasure flooded through her. Calcine didn't give her time to recover, her tongue tip dancing along her pussy's slit, pressing against her entrance and slowly probing inside. Wren felt the pleasure building as her walls clenched around Calcine's fat tongue, and a moan escaped her lips, her hips rocking in place as she enjoyed that mind-dulling pleasure. She didn't want to think about how useless she was right now.

Calcine had other ideas; after only a minute of achingly good teasing, she withdrew, kissing along Wren's thighs and stroking her back. "When I met Brandy, she was a cock-sure fool who raced into every battle without a plan. A Fire-blooded woman through and through. She never beat me."

"So, why did you let her bind with you?"  Wren whined. The absence of Calcine's tongue left her feeling cold and empty, and she desperately wanted more of it.

"Because I didn't feel like I had defeated her when she lost. I felt like we could be stronger together, and well, look at me. Am I not strong? Is she not strong? We've changed, grown together." Calcine pressed her lips against Wren's pussy and kissed, the heat rolling off her mouth, making the strange kiss all the sweeter. Wren felt something inside her melt; a resistance she'd clung to couldn't hold any longer.

Was it that simple? She just needed to grow?

Wren's hands traced up Calcine's neck, running over her cheeks, stroking her temples as she delivered a flutter of kisses. It was maddening; she wanted Calcine so badly, and yet Calcine insisted on a slowly building heat that threatened to turn her brains to mush.

A rumbly purr between her legs was a strange way to deliver a message, but Calcine had Wren's full attention as she spoke. "Every day you're with your Partners, you'll grow stronger. Inherit more from them, and learn who you want to be with them. You're a soft Wooloo daughter? Then be the first soft Ghost Ace the world has seen, a smiling sweetheart with a truly wicked side. You've got Brandy's frighteningly creative tactical mind, a remarkable inheritance ability, and a team that's been a nightmare for us. "

"You're just being nice." Wren blushed. "We're still going to lose."

"Brandy felt like her first real loss was devastating, too," Calcine growled. “I'll tell you what I told her. Learn from it, and you'll come back stronger. You've got a gorgeous body and an incredible talent, Wren. I want to fight you again. Once you find your groove, I want to lose to you. Not easily, not easily at all. But I know you can beat us."

"That's..." Wren let her hands slide down, feeling the firm muscle on Calcine's upper back. "You're so kind. I thought you'd be smug about this."

"That's Morgan and Sparky's thing," Calcine rumbled. "You're a sweet little thing, and I just want to eat your pussy until you lose the ability to talk."

"I'm not that small." Wren pouted, the heat burning her cheeks. "And I don't get to fuck you back? I'm a little curious about the dick."

"I'm hoping to save that for someone special," Calcine laughed, kissing along Wren's thighs, her soft lips tingling on her sensitive skin. "And I have to give you four orgasms, or that Lucky Chant is going to wallop us. If you can hold back till then, you can ride me."

"Is that even possible?" Wren whined. "Never fucked a mountain before."

"You're more Brandy than you realize. It's only a matter of time. Now shush, and let a mountain fuck you."

Wren nodded, her legs shaking in anticipation as Calcine licked along her slit, her tongue flicking along the folds of her entrance and sending her mind spinning. The Coalossal's fingers were tight on her thighs, and the grip made her feel safe and cared for. It was so strange.

Calcine took her time, slowly easing her tongue into Wren's pussy and working it around, her tongue tip gently stroking and coaxing her to open up. The caring, slow-burning, fiery build-up was almost as delicious to Wren as the feeling of Calcine's tongue's hot, heavy weight deep inside. She could feel the Coalossal's hot breath with every long, drawn-out lick. The heat was overwhelming but oh-so pleasurable, sending waves of excitement rushing through her. Despite her size, Calcine was a gentle and passionate lover, and Wren's body reacted to it like gasoline poured onto a campfire. Her arousal jumped with every slow and tender lick, her pussy tightening around the Coalossal's tongue, her whole body melting under the beautiful giantesses' attention.

Wren's hands ran through the Coalossal's long, luscious hair, twirling black and red around her fingers as she gently massaged Calcine's scalp. It wasn't fair. The Coalossal was so big, her body a literal mountain of power, yet the gentle and careful way she treated her was so sweet. Every lick and caress was a slow molten avalanche, slowly crushing Wren's resistance and replacing it with wave after wave of warm, glowing bliss.

It was hard not to cry from the intensity of it all. Hot, fat tears fell freely down Wren's cheeks, and her vision blurred. Her lungs burned from the heat. It was all just too much in the best possible way. She wanted to scream her heart out, but the intensity had robbed her of her voice. Her mind was a blur of heat and pleasure, and she could feel her orgasm building like a roaring fire. The sparks inside her were jumping, dancing in a frenzy of pleasure as they tried to burst into a wild blaze.

It should have broken Wren, but Calcine was there, her soft, slow licking artfully keeping the inferno in check. It was like Calcine knew her better than she did. Wren knew she was sensitive, but Calcine made her painfully aware of how much her body could be made to dance when treated right. Every stroking lick and fluttering kiss sent a surge of heat racing through her, filling up her core until her entire body was ablaze.

"Calcine," Wren whispered. Her voice was raspy, the words barely escaping her. Her mind was a white-hot haze. She couldn't think of anything other than the intense pleasure. "I'm so close. Please."

"Of course," Calcine replied. Her voice was like a warm blanket wrapping around her, soothing and safe. Her hot breath tickled between Wren's thighs. "Tell me what you want."

"Deeper," Wren moaned, "Faster."

"As you wish."

Calcine's tongue pushed into her, the coal-skinned Coalossal's hands tightening around her thighs. The Coalossal was strong and sturdy, but her hands still moved with the grace and delicacy of a professional. Wren was held aloft with one hand while the other supported her ass, holding her in place and spreading her thighs. She was at Calcine's mercy, and it was a good feeling.

Calcine's tongue began a steady assault, sliding deep into her and thrusting. It was a constant pounding that left Wren gasping; the sensation of Calcine's hot, wet tongue plunging inside her again and again was driving her wild. She wanted it, her body clenching, trying to pull the Coalossal deeper. It was the strangest thing, but Wren couldn't get enough. She'd never felt anything like this. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming Wren should have broken. But she held on by a hair, even if the Coalossal was relentless, and her tongue was long enough to reach a part of Wren she didn't know existed, driving her crazy.

The fire inside her was roaring, and every lick brought her closer to the edge. Wren's heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her breathing was erratic. She couldn't stop panting, her chest heaving as she tried futilely to fill her lungs. Calcine raised her high, and she could see the glistening ocean beyond just over the top of the arena's edges.

A beautiful sight to finally break to.

The orgasm hit like a raging inferno. It exploded from Wren's body, surging through her and consuming her in an instant. Wren screamed, the sound ripping from her throat, raw and desperate. Calcine's tongue kept moving, dragging her climax out until she was a whimpering, crying mess. Her mind and body melted, and she was floating on a cloud.

"Oh, Arceus." Wren breathed, her arms dropping limply to her sides, her head lolling. She could feel her chest rising and falling, her body twitching and trembling with each shallow breath. Calcine was still holding her, the Coalossal's warm hands holding up so firmly she didn't even consider the idea she could fall. "Oh, Calcine, you're something else."

"Kind of a big deal," Calcine smiled, kissing Wren's thighs. "And that was one. Three to go."

Wren laughed; she just had to. The idea that she'd even survive that was hysterically funny to her. "If you say so!"

"I do. You can take it." Calcine said, dead serious, and Wren could see it in her eyes. She meant it.

"O-oh." Wren crossed her hands on her heart. "I'll do my best."

"That's all we can ever ask for." Calcine nodded, "Believe me, nobody will ever think you're weak again after this. Even if you lose, you'll have made me really fucking earn it."

"Okay. I can believe that" Wren smiled, letting her hands run along Calcine's shoulders. Heavens, they were just so firm that she could happily be thrown over them once they were done. "Thank you, Calcine, for doing more than you had to."

"Don't thank me yet," Calcine winked. "I plan to do a whole lot more."

Wren couldn't wait. Win or lose, she'd come out of this stronger for the effort. She wasn't Brandy, but if she braved this out, she wouldn't be the same Wren after either.

And who knows? Maybe she'd get lucky, and her partners would find a way to win while she kept the Coalossal busy. Brandy might be strong, but her partners were far from weak. Hopefully, they were making her work for it just as hard.