Cynthia’s Pleasure; Gen5 Ace Trainer + Caitlin ( 1 ) [Pokemon]

Summary: Cynthia's never really been one to settle down or do anything permanent, though there are plenty who would love to be with her. For Cynthia, it just doesn't make sense - why tie herself down when there are so many gorgeous babes, trainers, and gym leaders that are happy to spend the night with her? No one person can satisfy her, anyways. And if they underestimate her virility, well...

Credit: ThatLewdWriter

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The World Tournament Senior Cup was the sort of prestigious event that drew all sorts of people to it, from high-ranking trainers to hardcore fans, and Cynthia had seen plenty of them make the travel to Unova to get seats at the event. But while the milling crowds of people gathered in the major cities and took even-specific luxury transport to arrive at Lacunosa town, Cynthia settled for the beachside path across route thirteen. Though it was a long walk, it was calming and leisurely, and a welcome moment of relaxation before the storm of a Pokémon tournament.

She wasn't the only one on the path, though, as there were always those plucky or razor-focused trainers whose drive would prevent them from taking it easy, even for a day. It wasn't at all surprising when one of those Ace Trainers rushed up to her, eyes wide and shining with excitement. It made sense, of course; Cynthia was the Sinnoh Champion, a high-tier trainer of considerable popularity, and one of the participants in the tournament's opening match. She was the kind of trainer that Aces like the girl would study, researching her battle tactics, IVs, and team compositions, all in the hopes of one day matching her.

Cynthia did not mind being approached, really, especially not when it was by such a cute girl. Her electric-blue pigtails were arranged in great loops that took a fair amount of dedication to achieve, and her body was neatly dressed in a nice high-collared shirt and short, immaculately pressed skirt. A clinging orange vest and well-fitted tights completed the ensemble, giving the girl a very elite look. Cynthia was much more interested in how well her curves pushed against the fabric of her shirt, and how long and shapely her legs were; inevitably, her mind turned to how those legs would look and feel if wrapped around her.

"You're - Oh, wow - You're Cynthia! You're my idol." The girl's great curls bobbed as she bounced on her heels as she gushed happily. "You're, like, one of the best trainers in the world, I can't believe I get to meet you, I'm -"

Cynthia smiled at the very eager girl, but was only half-listening to her familiar speech. Her eyes trailed over her body, long and slow to take in all the details but still subtle enough to avoid detection. She couldn't see much of her pale skin, admittedly, covered as it was by dark blue fabric, but the few glimpses she did see were enough to intrigue her. Well, if Cynthia was being honest, any cute girl, whether younger or older, was enough to pique her interest, and this girl certainly hit all the marks.

"-I was really excited to hear that you'd be in the exhibition match. I've always wanted to see your strategy first hand!" The girl finished, flashing Cynthia a confidant, if timid, smile. "I don't think I'm good enough to challenge you yet, but I'll keep getting stronger every day."

"It just takes a bit of hard work," Cynthia followed smoothly, despite missing a good portion of the conversation. "And even great trainers come from small beginnings - I, myself, was just a young girl going out on an adventure. Just keep working towards your dream."

The Ace Trainer blinked. Cynthia wasn't sure if the girl had even given her name yet, but if she had, Cynthia reasoned it would be rude to ask and make her lack of attention apparent; she settled for 'Blue' in her mind. "Really? I didn't - I didn't know that."

Cynthia hummed, and brushed her hand along the Blue's arm - a friendly, if laden gesture. "There's a lot that people don't know, but I don't mind sharing. If the company is good, it can be fun for both parties, too."

The girl smiled and leaned into the touch innocently, not understanding the intent behind it but merely happy that her idol was being so friendly. It made Cynthia's pants feel tight, and she felt that familiar ache in her core. As cute as the girl looked in her little, well-fitted outfit, Cynthia very much wanted to see how well she looked out of it.

"I can only imagine the kind of company you keep," said the Ace Trainer, a starry look in her eyes as if imagining all of the top-tier trainers that would run in Cynthia's circles. "I bet you know a bunch of Champions and Elites."

Cynthia chuckled, and stepped in just a little bit closer. "Oh, I don't exclusively dally with the best. I like travelling around and… getting acquainted will all sorts of trainers. Aces like yourself are a particular pleasure, honestly."

Blue preened under Cynthia's attention, and flicked back one of her looping curls. "Really? That's really cool."

"It is." Cynthia smiled charmingly and set a more confident hand on the younger girl's shoulder.

The Ace Trainer licked her lips, eyes momentarily drifting down to Cynthia's hand. "I, uh, really hope I'm not being too much of a bother. I know it must be strange having someone just come up to you, but…"

"You're not the first, I promise." Cynthia's smile was still as charming, but there was a wry tilt to her lips and the angle of her head. "And I very much don't mind, especially when they're as cute as you."

The girl's cheeks tinged a light pink, and she briefly looked at the ground. Cynthia wet her lips and pressed her advantage, already feeling her cock begin to tingle. "You know, it is rather late, and I know there's a nice little motel on the cliffside. I was thinking that we could retire for the night, and talk more about my… strategies?"

"Really?" The girl's eyes sparkled, but after a moment, indecision flashed through them. "Ah, I don't want to keep you, though. I mean, you've got your tournament tomorrow, and I wouldn't want to put you in bad shape."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I always feel refreshed and relaxed after a nice chat." Cynthia dialed up the charm by running a finger around the girl's electric-blue loops, idly tracing them while getting even closer into her personal space. The girl looked particularly enthralled by it all, which was a very good sign. "I'll even pay for the room."

The girl laughed pleasantly, and the sweet sound sent a pleasant humm through Cynthia's body. "I'm not sure my company's worth that much."

"I think it is," Cynthia purred. "I'm sure it'll be worth my while, in fact."

The girl was remarkably easy to charm into bed, really, though Cynthia was sure that a part of the Ace Trainer was craving it. Most of the star-struck types like her were easy to seduce, and Cynthia had gotten good at it. There were plenty she encountered in her travels across the world, and sometimes it seemed like there was someone willing to share her bed in every town she visited. It was hard to think about settling down when there was always a cute girl or gorgeous woman to love, a fresh cunt to fill.

Whether the Ace had been expecting a night of sapphic passion didn't seem to matter all that much, as she was taking Cynthia's iron-hard cock like a pro. She writhed underneath the blond Champion's busty frame, both of them stripped of all their clothing, her shock of blue hair askew and messy from Cynthia's brisk pace. The blonde's mouth was on one of her firm, youthful breasts, smaller than the younger woman's own but still wonderfully pleasant to the touch; she sucked on one's turgid nipple while her hand massaged the other, rolling the soft flesh in hand and drawing a series of breathy moans from the younger girl.

Her stiff cock plunged into the warm, welcoming heat of her cunt at a steady pace, and the girl's hips instinctively rolled up to meet her while her firm stomach clenched tight. She took every throbbing inch of Cynthia's large girlcock without complaint, despite having been surprised by the sight of something so large dangling between her idol's legs. All of her girth was pushed between her flushed lower lips and jammed deep into her steaming depths, and the feel of her tight inner walls made the blonde sigh with pleasure.

Blue's legs were wrapped around her ample hips, aiding in her powerful downward strokes, and it felt as good as Cynthia had imagined. The girl was tight and firm in all the right places, and her eagerness to make love to her idol was apparent in every action she made; she was still, however, at Cynthia's mercy, as she was experienced enough and skilled enough with her cock to make the younger girl's sweet voice rise up in a musical crescendo of moans and sighs. Her body was offered up for Cynthia's pleasure, and she ravenously took everything she could with deft strokes and kissing lips.

The girl tried to keep up with her at first, which was admirable, though unlikely. Even with the effort and strain of fucking, Cynthia could go for a long time and outlast her partners, and her sheer size was enough to take a toll on anyone. The girl was a blushing, pleasure-soaked mess after not too long at all, writhing and twisting in the clean linen sheets that slowly grew damp from sweat and sexual juices. She hadn't been shy to run her mouth over Cynthia's pale collarbones and maul her larger, heavier breasts, but now her hands simply ran over the ample curves of the Champions body or otherwise pulled the sheets.

The Ace Trainer groaned and reached up, allowing her fingers to tangle in her idol's blonde locks. Her grasp was weak from the pleasure-overload, but her intent of pulling Cynthia further into her chest was clear enough. Cynthia was more than happy to indulge, and lavished each soft breast with the attentions of her mouth; she kissed and suckled, peppering the smooth, white skin with light pecks, while her fingers deftly rolled and caressed. Her doughy tit-flesh was easily malleable in her hands and bent to the touch, and the Sinnoh League Champion was able to work them however she licked.

Her hips pumped down, hard and fast, and the girl's body rocked underneath her own. The springy mattress made barely a noise as Cynthia fucked the trainer into it, always working the full length of her turgid dick in and out of her tight snatch and never settling for less. She was very tight, though, especially given Cynthia's swollen girth, and movement wasn't without effort - she had to put much of her strength into pushing in and out, and the clinging walls gripped her so firmly it was like they didn't want to her exit. That, of course, only made each successive penetration all the more satisfying, as she dropped her weight down and lavished in the snug folds wrapping tight around her bare, uncovered cock.

If the Ace Trainer had a problem with Cynthia's lack of a condom, she made no comment. Cynthia would comply with her partner's wishes, of course, should they ask - she was ever the gentlewoman - but she never felt the need to offer, knowing how much they inhibited her own pleasure. In fact, the girl seemed happy to have Cynthia's raw cock slam deep into her needy pussy, if the rapturous look on her face was any indication. The blonde loved those looks of absolute bliss, and took satisfaction in the knowledge that she was able to bring them pleasure - granted, it was entirely for her own benefit, but having two active participants was always more fun.

"Such a good girl," Cynthia cooed, lips rising off of Blue's love-marked chest. She sheathed herself to the base, luxuriating in the snug, clamping walls that rhythmically contracted around her fat girlcock, and slid up the girl's body. Her larger breasts, which hung down under their own weight, rubbed up against her partner's youthful pair, eliciting a soft sigh from both of them. "So pretty, and so tight around me."

"C-Cynthia," the Ace moaned, her body quivering and toes curling as the Champion's bulbous cock-head rubbed against her innermost barrier. "Y-you're - mmmh! - you're amazing!"

Cynthia let out a lusty growl as she pulled free and rammed herself back in immediately, producing a liquidy pop as her cock barreled through the love-juices pooling in her sopping slit. Blue's body rocked against hers as she pumped her hips and fucked with the efficiency of a fighting-type, and though the girl was smaller in all regards, her body was pleasant to rub against. Bellies touched and breasts caressed, their silky flesh sighing as it brushed together. The areas were more sweat had gathered produced more lewd sounds that fit far better with their clapping hips and readily-meeting pelvises.

When her balls started to ache, Cynthia drove in and hilted herself against Blue's flushed petals before rolling her hips. Wet pops rang out as the folds spongey folds squished against her relentless pelvis, and the girl cried out in bliss. Cynthia didn't give any warning of her coming release, so caught up was she in the satisfying indulgence of the girl's warm pussy and the burn of her own desire. The girl must have noticed the desperate edge to her thrusts or the way her rapidly-swelling dick pushed out her snug inner walls even further, but instead of voicing any protests she tightened her legs around the sweep of the blonde's hips and locked tight.

One final, pronounced thrust sent Cynthia balls-deep inside the girl, and instinctively her partner's thighs clenched and her calves dug into her wide ass. Cynthia made no attempt to pull out, and as her cock came to a stop against her shivering cervix, she let herself go. Her balls tightened and rose, nestled against leaking folds, and contracted hard as they sent cum surging through her broad log of cock-meat and spurting out into the needy snatch it was impaled within. Blue's moans reached a new level of sexual satisfaction as Cynthia's hot cum poured into her at a steady rate, filling her womb to the brim with no effort at all.

It poured through her silken channel in velvety waves, and the pussy reasoned by clamping down and milking her cock for more of the potent fluid. Cynthia let out low groans as she held herself down against the girl's soft body and pumped her full of warm, thick cum. There were few things she found more satisfying than being able to let her cock go inside of a girl, and while she never went out of her way to knock someone up, the indulgence of the moment and the way Blue tightened in orgasm around her precluded pulling out. Maybe her partners simple underestimated her virility and were okay with taking their chances, but Cynthia had left enough of a trail to know otherwise.

It didn't really matter, though, not when her partner was shivering as her orgasm swept through her like a wildfire, and Cynthia emptied her balls of her potent load. She let her partner ride out her climax and pulled herself free, and her still-hard cock exited with a wet slurp and a rush of sticky, white baby-batter that immediately started to pool on the white sheets. Blue panted heavily, plump chest rising and falling in such a way that her breasts sloped off to the sides. Pretty pink lips were parted, and her eyes were glazed over and indistinct; she was the very image of a well-fucked girl, and Cynthia adored it.

"Gorgeous," Cynthia murmured, pressing a kiss to Blue's sweet lips. The girl whined in response, still recovering. "What a welcome reprieve you are from that long walk."

She leaned in, peppering the girl's round jawline with kisses. "But I do hope you have more in you, because I'm certainly not done yet."

The girl managed a nod, and Cynthia smiled in an almost predatory way. "And who knows - maybe, if you're good, I'll be giving you my Pokégear number for the next time I'm around."

At that, the girl wrapped her legs around Cynthia again and urged her down, and the buxom blonde was more than happy to sink her cock back into her cum-filled channel and start up again.

Cynthia breathed in deep, steadying her breathing and furrowing her golden brows. Her pose was still immaculate and her disposition ladylike, the very image of dignification, and she knew it unlikely for anyone to tell how pressed she was. Her Garchomp rumbled and stomped, worse for the wear but still very much capable of continuing the fight; already her mind was running through her next moves and those of her opponent, and she had her next decisive commands on her tongue. There wasn't any more time to continue, though, as just then buzzer rang out loud and clear while the referee called the match with firm and absolute words.

"Time! The exhibition match is ended! Recall your Pokémon!"

Cynthia glanced to the side, took note of the time - three zeros in a row - and let out a patient sigh. Her lips curved into a satisfied smirk, as though there was clearly no decisive winner of the match, she'd rarely had a battle so engaging that ten minutes seemed to slip by like a few scant seconds. Her opponent, Ash Ketchum, was a little less composed than she, but he'd always been a more energetic trainer - something he used to his benefit rather well, it seemed. Still, he smiled broadly despite the tie, and he strode forward with confidant steps as he adjusted his cap.

"Good match," he said, the timbre of his voice slightly deeper from the last time they'd met. He held out his hand and she took it gracefully, evenly matching the firmness of his grip. "I'm glad to have finally faced you, and honestly, you're still as awesome as I remember. And your bond with your Garchomp is just…. Inspiring."

"I'd say the same for you and your Pikachu. You two have clearly been through much together." Cynthia tilted her head amicably. Sure, she'd been meant to put on a show to start the tournament, but Ash had proven a determined and equal foe; that kind of talent could only arise from years of hard work. "You've gotten better, Ash, a lot better. You improve every time I see you, and it's always a pleasure to see a trainer come so far."

"Not as good as you, though." Ash gave her a toothy grin. "Not yet, at least."

"Maybe not, but I certainly look forward to seeing you get stronger," Cynthia replied, and she honestly meant it. His career had its ups-and-downs as all non-professionally taught trainers did -as Cynthia herself had been - and he'd lost as often as he'd won. His fight in the Indigo League had been an interesting start for someone so young, and though victory had eluded him for a multitude of factors, his promise had showed, and he'd only grown into it by the Silver League. That, too, was another loss that Cynthia could barely fault him for.

And after two League losses, many trainers had a tendency to languish there under their failures, but Ash pressed on. His victory in the Orange Isles and his title in the Orange League was, despite being a smaller affair, still impressive, especially when given how tooth-and-nail it got near the end. His eventually proper victory in Alola and his claiming of the title of 'First Champion of Alola' was a high point that most would cap at, but still his drive led him to push himself harder and further. And, in between all of that, he still had the time to fight against the various criminal organizations that plagued the regions, something which Cynthia had always taken seriously.

Ash jerked a thumb at his chest, briefly breaking the blonde's reverie. "One day, when I'm stronger, we'll have a proper match - no timers, just us, and the Sinnoh title."

Cynthia's lips twitched. "One day."

As their hands parted and they separated, the arena exploded into deafening cheers. The Pokémon World Tournament: Senior Cup was more of a popular event than Cynthia would have given it credit for - There was a significantly larger turnout than there had been during the Junior Cup some years prior, and the Lacunosa town stadium looked positively jammed-packed with cheering fans. She chuckled softly as she imagined Blue somewhere out in that crowd, adding her voice to the riot of sound. Cynthia had left her snoring in the motel room early that morning with an alarm and her private, for-fun number in her Pokégear. She wondered idly if she'd have another romp with the girl before they parted ways; she wouldn't mind another dally.

Ash turned away with a final parting wave, his tired Pikachu resting on his shoulder. He spread his arms as he walked towards a group of females standing on the sidelines, a few of which Cynthia recognized, and she cocked an eyebrow. There was the pretty Dawn, cheering loud alongside the famous Misty, with a much more relaxed but widely-grinning May beside them. The cutie Serana was clapping beside Lana and another green-haired girl - what was her name, again? Mallow? - while the adorable daughter of the Aether Foundation's leader was readying refreshments. A blue-haired girl looked on rather calmly and impassively, but a smile decorated her round face.

There was a level of fondness and feeling in their gaze that stole away any idea of them being 'just friends'. It wasn't much of a wonder, really, that a top-tier trainer like Ash would have a group of females; trainers of their level always got a lot of sex, whether because of the rigours of their adventures or long periods without proper companionship, and Ash was clearly no different. It seemed like he had formed a comfortable core of girls, though, those few he had bonded with during his travels, and she could imagine that he rarely strayed from their sides. Cynthia wasn't even sure if his group had gotten larger since the last time she'd seen him, and that sort of loyalty to his partners was admirable, if foreign to her.

Cynthia liked travelling and exploring too much to do anything permanent. She travelled between regions constantly, moving through ancient ruins and abandoned castles, uncovering mysteries aplenty… well, few could keep up with that lifestyle. She was asked often enough by her sister and grandparents why she didn't find a nice girl and settle down, and while there were certainly plenty of options and people that would die for that chance, Cynthia wasn't one to be tied down. Besides, when there was always a new batch of young, infatuated trainers and gorgeous ladies, why settle for one?

Though, she did have to admit that Ash had himself a rather attractive group. She was almost envious of how cute they were; travelling with a group like that certainly would prove interesting,and they might even entertain her for longer than most. Perhaps one day she'd do the same, or maybe find that one person that she clicked with. But for now, she was fine with sampling what the regions had to offer her.

Cynthia turned away and similarly walked off stage, to the same thunderous applause as Ash. She had no one waiting for her on her side, and that suited her fine as she retrieved her long coat and set it in the crook of her elbow. The first round of Pokébattles flashed on the screen behind her, and Cynthia only gave it a minor amount of attention - the preliminaries were always meant for weeding out those that weren't at the skill level needed for the full circuit. Still, Cynthia would watch all the games and keep her eye on the prospective trainers. She had high hopes this year.

A few of the Senior Cup contenders were preparing on the sidelines, anxious and ready, despite the fact that many of them would be waiting for hours before their matches. Cynthia admired their drive, at least, even if it was a little over-eager. She was amicable to all of them, nodding politely as they caught her eyes, but was far more friendly with the girls: just an added smirk and a tilt of the head, with the occasional wink for the more choice ones. They predictably blushed at her attention, looking suitably awed to have caught the eye of one the exhibition match's top trainers, and Cynthia wouldn't lie and say that it didn't give her a rush.

There were a few really attractive ones in the tournament this year too it seemed. One was a very pretty brunette with a large ponytail jammed through a Pokécap, and a pair of scandalously short jean shorts that drew the blonde's eyes down to her long, pale legs. She had a modest chest for a girl her age, but her ass was fantastic in her tight shorts. There was a younger girl chatting amicably with the brunette, her lighter-brown hair pulled into neat buns and with a much larger chest; Cynthia was most certainly going to be keeping her eyes on them.

She climbed up the long steps to her seat, which was a small and independent viewing box meant for just one or two people - if Cynthia felt like having company, that was. It would give her plenty of time to properly examine each contestant and figure out their skills and weaknesses, and create a likely victory bracket of her own. Around the grand arena she could make out the distinctive styles of gym leaders and champions - there, with a shock of yellow hair, was Elesa, and to the opposite side was the ever-gorgeous Olivia. Cynthia was on rather friendly terms with some of them, and knew she'd be meeting with them soon enough; others, not so much, but Cynthia was more than eager to get to know them intimately.

But first came the matches, and Cynthia was excited to see what the contestants could offer.

Cynthia could have put herself up in one of the high-class hotels that dotted Lacunosa town like most of the trainers, Elites, and Gym Leaders were sure to do. There were quite a few reasons why Cynthia didn't want to, from the excessive costs they charged on account of the World Tournament to the large, medieval walls that surrounded the town like a cage; mostly, though, it was because Cynthia had a gorgeous villa on the Undella town beachfront, and it was an awful shame not to use it. Sure, the walk between towns was long, but that was a small price to pay for quiet comfort.

The villa wasn't actually Cynthia's, of course. It belonged to Caitlin of Unova's Elite Four, but Cynthia had a free pass to use it during the summer months as a vacation house, and Cynthia was always sure to make good use of it. It was a nice, relaxing place, with elegant woodwork and plush furniture. She had made sure that all of the couches, loveseats, and especially the bed, were large enough for handling several people at once; many of her friends would drop by when they knew she was in, or when she made a call, and many of the time it was for a day of intense passion. At this point, Cynthia wasn't sure if there was any part of the house where she hadn't fucked someone.

The lights were already on when she arrived, however. A coy smile found its way onto her face as she pushed open the door, and found the insides of the Villa to be significantly cleaner than how she'd left it that morning - which was saying a lot, because Cynthia was immaculate in the maintenance of her houses. This was beyond that, and she knew implicitly who her visitor was. She shrugged off her long, black coat and hung it on the hanger, leaving her only in her silky blue vest, and took off her heels at the doorstep. She entered quietly and calmly, eyes searching, until she found her guest.

Caitlin was humming to herself as she fixed up the villa, seemingly without any need; a novel straightened in the mahogany bookcase, a lamp tilted to the side, a pillow fluffed and set at a particular angle. It was rather homely-looking, and it tugged at Cynthia's heartstrings - though that was overshadowed by the sight of Caitlin herself, which tugged at her girlcock. The woman was just a year younger than Cynthia was, and she carried herself with the grace and elegance of a refined lady even though her face still had a round youthfulness to it. Her honey-blonde hair, just a shade off from Cynthia lighter golden locks, was significantly longer, and the gentle waves nearly touched her ankles.

"Now this is a sight I could get used to seeing." Cynthia made content purr as she confidently walked forwards, and Caitlin perked up with a cute noise of surprise. She set her hands on the woman's hips, which were a nice sweep when compared to her waist. Caitlin was slender and slight all over, a fact made apparent by her well-fitted silk-and-velvet dress, but despite lacking the curves of other women she carried it all with grace. "A beautiful lady, waiting for me."

Caitlin giggled, a hint of nervousness present from her surprise. "It is my villa, Cynthia. Perhaps I intended to make use of it."

"So you can," Cynthia murmured. She twirled Caitlin around so that they were face to face, and brushed aside one of those long waves of rich blonde hair. "There's only one bed, though. We'll have to share."

Caitlin smiled serenely, and there was a pleasant warmth in her gaze. "Your match was exquisite today, Cynthia. Your poise was - and your grace; it was all so beautiful."

"You flatter me." Cynthia gently guided Caitlin backward, and the woman followed her lead like a perfect dance partner. She trusted the Champion implicitly, despite her clearly lewd intentions.

"No, I could go on about you for longer." Caitlin soft, blue eyes met Cynthia's, and she licked her pale, pink lips. The shorter blonde always had a serene look on her face, but Cynthia's guilty pleasure was to watch it twist in the throes of passion. "I confess, when I saw you battle so magnificently and then handle all of those fans so delicately, I felt -"

"Did you get excited, Caitlin?" Cynthia pressed her lips to the lady's temple, soft and light, but with an undeniable hunger beneath.

The lady blushed, as a lady would. "I - well, you are hard to resist. Indeed, I was hoping to find you alone tonight, but it seems that, in my haste, I got here before you."

"It is a more than welcome surprise," Cynthia murmured as Caitlin's legs hit the foot of the bed. It was a large, comfortable-looking bed, big enough for four people to sleep side-by-side - or for two to cuddle for warmth. "And don't worry, I find you irresistible as well."

Another nervous giggle, and Caitlin bit her lip. "I truly did wish to catch up with you, though. It wasn't just for… you've been away for some time, and I know you have plenty of stories to tell, and new things to teach me."

"We have plenty of time to talk later," Cynthia drawled, and moved her mouth into the crook of Caitlin's neck. They'd been together enough times for the Champion to know her each and every sweet spot, and her neck was particularly sensitive to the touch of her warm lips. "And I have things I'd like to teach you in bed."

"A-alright," Caitlin stuttered, her eyes already glazing over. Cynthia wasn't typically one to be so brusque, and she was normally more than happy to sit and chat over tea before getting her partner's clothes off. However, the tournament had admittedly gotten her blood pumping, and the sight of so many pretty and sexy contestants and fans alike had gotten her unreasonably excited; plus, it had been too long since she'd last slept with Caitlin. "L-later."

Later meant morning, and Cynthia would enjoy a nice chat over breakfast. She had one-night stands for sure, especially with trainers on the road that she had no intention of seeing again, but otherwise she never left bad feelings behind. Caitlin was a very frequent fling of hers, a bed partner of many years, and she was happy to spend time with her. But that was all for later, when Cynthia's head was in control, and not her throbbing cock. She pushed the slight woman down onto the bed as she suckled at her neck, teasing the tender skin and gently easing her into position.

"-Oh, Cynthia," Caitlin sighed, her voice quiet and melodic. The Champion's hands were active, and trailed down the fold of cloth that kept her dress together and made a beeline for her delicate ribbon that kept it all together. The dress wasn't meant for ease of removal, and the knot was quite stubborn, but Cynthia was skilled at undressing women and her fingers moved with finesse. She pulled apart the ribbon in no time at all, still working her lips against Caitlin's pale skin, and started to peel apart the white cloth of her dress.

Her lower body was wrapped in a shimmering pink skirt, forming a second piece of the dress; her upper half was bare beneath, though, revealing a canvas of marble-white skin that made Cynthia's mouth water. Her small chest was held in place by a frilly white bra that had a little too much lace to be innocent; really, Cynthia didn't think she needed a bra for her cute A-cups, but the intent behind the chosen lingerie made her chuckle.

"Prepared, are we?" Cynthia's voice was dripping with sexual desire, and it made Caitlin visibly shiver.

"I always look my best," the lady protested, a light pink dusting on her cheeks.

"Always?" Cynthia questioned, still pressing a line of kisses down her flat torso and smooth stomach. She pulled at the pink skirt around her tiny waist, and struggled only slightly when she tried to get it over the swell of her hips. "Or just for me?"

Caitlin didn't answer, and instead let out a cute sigh as Cynthia's tongue dipped over her navel. She lifted her legs and allowed the pink cloth to be pulled off, baring her the white lace of her panties. With her partner now nude, Cynthia pulled away and admired the lady beneath her. Caitlin was the picture of innocence, though with her history with Cynthia, she was far from it. Still, it made Cynthia's cock throb powerfully in her tight pants, and she ran her tongue over her full lips as she breathed in deep.

Caitlin sat up and, with a sort of furious passion, grabbed Cynthia by the neck and tugged her down. She pushed their lips together in an initially chaste kiss, but it quickly grew passionate and heady as their heads tilted and mouths parted to allow access for their tongues. Caitlin had always been a great kisser, and easily wrangled with the blonde's tongue in the warmth of her mouth. Her hands, in a similar fashion to Cynthia's just before, began to work at the buttons of her sky-blue blouse and pulled them apart one-by-one.

Elite Four Caitlin cooed against Cynthia's lips as she ran her hands over the flat, toned surface of her belly, before sweeping up her curves and around her back. She tried to pull at the clasp of her charcoal-coloured bra, seeking to free her large chest from the restrictive confines. Cynthia helped her along with one hand, guiding her slender fingers in the right way, and with a soft click the lingerie went limp around her chest. Her heavy breasts pushed against the now-loose fabric, and it was taken off and discarded without much care just so that Caitlin could cup both of them in her hands.

Her smooth palms were too small to hold much tit-flesh at any time, but she enjoyed the heft and weight of the significantly larger mounds, and as their tongues danced inside the caverns of their mouths she rolled them and sank her fingers into the lush surfaces. Caitlin had a fixation with Cynthia's fat breasts, and liked to lavish them with all of her attention; maybe it was because of their size in comparison to her own small tits, or something else. Cynthia certainly didn't mind, and she enjoyed the way she pushed and prodded against her springy flesh. The Sinnoh Champion liked all sorts of body types, and liked everything equally - asses, breasts, hips… She even adored Caitlin's slender body, and it was supremely satisfying to run her hands up and down her silky-smooth skin and admire her svelte curves.

Though Cynthia had pushed her lover down on the bed and bore down on her, as Caitlin steadily sat up she pushed the curvier blonde backward to make space. Cynthia was on her knees on the edge of the bed as the Elite-Four member sat in front of her, legs to either side and kissing her mouth with heady passion while rolling stiff nipples beneath her thumbs. Her long hair was strewn about her like a cap, some of it resting under her slim thighs like a cushion; she was almost angelic-looking, and it had Cynthia's pulse race. Her girlcock was stiff and hard, pushing against the fabric of her pants until the angry red head Pokéd free of her waistband, desperate and needy to get to the main event.

Cynthia was happy to indulge that primal desire. She worked at the buckle of her pants and tore if of, letting it fall to the floor, forgotten. Her zipper practically feel apart under the weight of her turgid cock, and she barely needed to do anything else in order to free the heaving length from her pants. It flopped down, thick and heavy, stretching out her dark undergarments to beyond their capabilities. Immediately, one of Caitlin's hands roved down the curve of Cynthia's broad hips and travelled down to her cock, pulling down her panties and taking the stiff meat in-hand. Her soft, smooth palm stroked it from base to tip, deftly maneuvering the many inches of hard dickmeat. The busty blonde let out a husky groan into Caitlin's mouth and dipped her head down, causing her sheets of blonde hair to fall around them.

She pulled off of her partner's mouth with a soft pop, and ran her tongue over her full lips. Caitlin had a pleased, if dazed, expression on her elegant face, and her lips were shiny with spit and swollen from Cynthia's attention. The Champion rumbled from deep in her chest and stepped off the bed, exited her kneeling position and transitioning into a standing lean. Caitlin, who was now right on the edge with her legs spread to either side of Cynthia's body, was at perfect cock-height; as Cynthia's intentions had been with most of her furniture. Sure, she had to lean over a bit too much to be comfortable, but Caitlin was worth it.

"You're so hard," Caitlin murmured indistinctly, still stroking away at the hard girlcock before her. Her other hand absently mauled Cynthia's left breast, which hung down under the combined effects of her half-lean and its own considerable weight.

"And you're so beautiful." Cynthia ran a hand through her hair, brushing aside a few stray locks and adjusting her headgear. Caitlin stared up at her after she sPoké, her gaze both thankful and questioning - as if she couldn't understand how Cynthia could say that, when she herself looked as she did. "Be a dear and push those panties aside, please."

Caitlin complied with haste, pulling them down and to the side. Her wide-spread legs didn't give her much leeway, but all she had to do was expose her sodden petals to make Cynthia swoon. They were flushed from excitement and slightly parted, giving her a glimpse at the tender pink within, causing her desire to skyrocket.

"My," she purred, pressing in between the other blonde's welcoming thighs. Her cock-head, guided along by Caitlin's tiny hand, brushed up against those slick folds and drew a groan from the slender lady's lips. "You're positively soaked."

"Please," Caitlin pleaded, purposefully commenting on Cynthia's crystal-clear observation. Cynthia knew she was saving herself from the embarrassment of admitting how wet she'd been while waiting for her, and that was fine; they both knew it, anyways. "I want you, please -"

Cynthia set both hands on Caitlin's slender waist, using it as a handhold to keep herself steady as she started to push inside. The younger woman's hand guided her in smoothly, allowing her to feed more and more of her throbbing meat inside of her slick tightness. She groaned at every inch that pushed into her, a series of whimpers and sighs that she had to bite down on her lip to quell. It was like that everytime they fucked, because Caitlin's pussy was as narrow and tight as the rest of her body, and Cynthia simply too large for most. The blonde wasn't really sure how sexually active the physic-trainer was, either, so taking her cock alone was a daunting task.

Cynthia drove herself halfway inside with a throaty groan, both pulling on Caitlin's light body at the same time that her hips pumped forward. Cynthia was fairly good at reading how her partners liked sex, and knew Catilin more than enough to take it slow at first, before the lady's passions ignite. Instead of slamming in all the way as she had with the Ace Trainer yesterday night and fucking her into a bliss-soaked mess, she took it slow. She allowed Caitlin to grow accustomed to her size, and simply relished the way her tight, clamping walls squeezed against the invading log of dick-meat as if feeling out every vein and bump across the otherwise smooth shaft.

She rolled her hips, sending her bulbous cock-head into spongy walls and pushing them outward, subtly stretching out her clamping cunt while making the woman squeak. After another heartbeat she started to draw her hips back, extracting a few inches of cock at a deliberately slow pace. She enjoyed the sight of Caitlin's plump folds wrapped tight around her dick, following her retreat with determination. Cynthia didn't pull out all the way, though, and reversed herself once a few glistening inches had been tugged free. She pushed back inside, using momentum and motion to work Caitlin's snug pussy just a little bit looser so that she could properly bring her bludgeoning cock to bear.

Caitlin was almost painfully tight, a vice-like glove that hugged and constricted her meaty rod at every point. Cynthia wasn't going to let that stop her, and steadily impaled the slender woman on her cock with gradual pumps of her hips and careful jabs. Her pace was slow-going at first, but as she rolled her hips into the warm cunt and sent her cockhead bashing into spongey inner walls, Caitlin began to actively buck her hips too. She sought a better angle for herself that would get the blonde's girlcock deep inside of her, as if she was less concerned about her comfort than Cynthia was, and it brought a chuckle to her lips. She knew that Caitlin had been quite the firecracker back in the day in terms of her temper, and a hint of that was shown as she tried to fuck herself on the turgid pole.

However, as the cock began to stab into her steaming depths and plumb the entirety of her slick, narrow tunnel, Caitlin began to wince and whimper - not out of pain, but because of how impossibly stretched out she was. Cynthia could feel every bump and pleasure-point across her clenching inner chasm, so tight and snug it was around her, and she well-imagined that Caitlin would be overwhelmed by it. The psychic's hand clenched down tit around a handful of breastflesh, kneading the soft, squishy skin without relent as if to put off some stress, and it made Cynthia let out a breathy sigh.

She pumped harder, and though they were spread wide, those swollen petals accepted every throbbing inch. Caitlin quivered against her, her lip captured between her teeth as the fucking began to ramp up in intensity. The hand that had been aligned Cynthia's cock and guided it inside her squirming cunt slipped away and set itself against the Champion's body, roving around to feel her firm stomach as it flexed and pumped in time with her pelvis, as well as the curve of her wide hips as the moved. Whenever Cynthia jammed herself right inside and buried herself balls-deep into the sopping slit, her hand would reach out to grab a palmful of her pillowy ass and knead it as firmly as one would to dough. Her delight with Cynthia's body was palpable, and it made the blonde beauty laugh, low and throaty.

"Yes," Caitlin was saying with each plunge Cynthia made into her tight body. Her cunt hugged her like a glove, constantly squirming and rippling, working away at her aching futa-cock with skill. Caitlin's inner muscles massaged constantly, and the liquid heat of her thick girl-juices bathed her in delightful warmth. "Yes, yes -"

Cynthia lowered her head and kissed Caitlin on the nose, off-target from the goal of her mouth but close enough. The smaller blonde raised her chin and clumsily locked their lips together again, her calming blue eyes fully closed as she submitted her mouth to Cynthia's tongue. The Champion set one of her hands on the round curve of her jawline and kept her firmly in place as she explored her mouth ravenously, tasting every offered inch and then some. It was a dominant kiss of such intensity that it stole away Caitlin's ability to breath, and every time her lips parted in a ragged breath, Cynthia would tilt her head and use the extra space to kiss harder and longer.

Caitlin whimpered against her, mouth filled with tongue and pussy jammed-pack with dense cock. Her small chest rose and fell quickly, and Cynthia fixated on it. Her hand left the woman's chin and went down her neck, toward her chest, and along the way she snapped at the white line of her bra. Caitlin made a delightful noise that was partway between a squeak and a moan, which grew louder when the blonde's hand squeezed her small mound. The flimsy cup of her frilly lingerie bent easily in her hand, and when Cynthia felt the outline of a stiff nipple, she pushed down harder.

Caitlin broke their kiss, with long, thin lines of saliva connecting them for a moment before snapping and falling over her collarbones. She let out a plaintive moan and Cynthia responded by applying more pressure, squeezing tighter and thrusting harder. The strain of motion was starting to take its toll on her body, caused by the awkward half-lean and the strenuous effort of moving through such a tight, clamping pussy. She did not let the ache in her body to slow her movements, and she continued to slam into Caitlin's slick heat despite the tiredness of her limbs. The woman's body rocked and shook as her powerful thrusts shook her down to her core, but still, despite the strong vibrations running through her, Caitlin was still able to roll her spongey cunt onto the impaling cock.

Her hair waved around her, shaken out of place by each thundering thrust. Wet slurps rang out loud and clear as her dripping snatch was drilled right through, and each time Cynthia sheathed herself inside it produced a satisfying smack. Caitlin's mouth opened and closed periodically, flapping like a Magicarp, unable to produce a proper sound as she was spread wide and pierced right through. She seemed to get tighter as the pleasure rolled through her, and it made it ever harder for Cynthia to keep control of herself - the combination of the strain, the stiff cock she'd carried all day, and the sheer delight of Caitlin's body was enough to make her balls burn with the urge to cum.

"Y-you're getting b-bigger," Caitlin stuttered, finally managing to find her voice. It was a cute squeak that made Cynthia grin; though Caitlin was still holding on, it wouldn't take much to unravel her. "I-It's - hah!"

Cynthia groaned and slammed in hard, shaking Caitlin's entire body. The woman threw her arms around her body and wrapped them across her back, tugging her in tight as she reached her peak; at that point, with the powerful contractions of her rippling cunt and her tightly squeezing muscles, Cynthia was entirely unable to hold on. She bit her lip and hung her head as her dick began to spasm in rough timing with the lady's milking inner walls, and thick ropes of cum were sent spiralling up her shaft in imminent preparation to fill her cunt. Her hair hung about them in silky waves of gold, brushing against pale skin and mingling with her darker, honey-coloured locks.

Caitlin's moans were loud enough that they could be heard from anywhere in the villa. Her orgasm was fuelled by the feeling of Cynthia's flooding cum and sent it into overdrive, and her hips began to jerk erratically as she was filled with rope after rope of hot, sticky semen. Her narrow chasm and small womb were filled in no time at all, both because of the sheer volume of Cynthia's load and her slender insides; unlike the Ace Trainer the cum washed through her and overflowed in seconds, squelching out from the tight seal of their nethers and spilling down over the sheets and baseboard in a river of thick white.

Caitlin leaned into her shoulder, her breathing ragged. A few last pumps of semen filled her body, causing more streams to dribble free and paint her plump folds in white. "You… came inside."

Cynthia only hummed, not bothering to speak. She pulled her cock free of her warmth and quickly kicked off her black pants, letting them drop down around her legs. She pushed her lover onto the bed and began to press kisses against her sweat-slicked skin, soothing her with her soft lips and nimble tongue.

"Cynthia," Caitlin moaned, rolling her shoulders as the blonde lavished her body with the attentions of her mouth.

"Don't worry," Cynthia murmured, pausing against the Elite's collarbones. She clambered onto the bed and draped herself over Caitlin, her still-hard, cum-slick cock pushing into her inner thigh insistently. "I'll take responsibility, should the need arise."

"That's not -" Caitlin swallowed hard and looked away, blushing violently. "Cynthia, what if -"

She pushed her lips against Caitlin, silencing her with a chaste kiss. "Oh, I don't think I mind. I doubt it'll be the first time, anyways."

"That's not very responsible of you," Caitlin chided, but her voice was weak and unconvincing to Cynthia's ears.

"I distinctly recall you saying that last time," Cynthia husked, directly into her ear. She pushed down on Caitlin and got her flat on her back, and lowered herself into position over her. "And the time before that, and the time before that. If you want me to stop, Caitlin, you need only say the word…"

"Don't stop," Caitlin protested immediately, moving her hands up to tangle her fingers in Cynthia's bright strands of silky hair. "Please, Cynthia; no one makes me feel like this. Just don't-"

"I'd never say no to a lady," Cynthia chuckled, and drove herself back inside.