Music (Piers | Nezu)

"Ya gonna sing for me, doll? Gonna use that pretty voice to scream my name?"

Piers' voice was as rough as he looked and yet melodious all the same, your stuffed pussy clenching the cock that invaded it as you sat on his lap facing him. Your arms were wrapped around his strong neck, him being the only thing grounding you as he simultaneously sent your mind and body to another plane.

Despite how lanky he looked at first, Piers wasn't a gym leader just for show, nor did his frequent gigs leave him as weak and sickly as he may seem. There is strength in his thrusts, in his legs that easily spread and lifted your own thighs as he pummeled the long girth of his cock in your sopping cunt.

While one long arm wrapped around your soft waist, his free hand cupped the back of your head to keep your face close to his ears. He wanted to hear every single moan, whimper, purr, and cry he could coax out of you until your voice was hoarse and scratchy.

The Dark Type Gym Leader felt like he was the luckiest man in the world for discovering such a treasure like you. It felt like it was only yesterday when he found your passed out form at the outskirts of the city, wearing clothes obviously not of this world along with the draconic features that already set you apart from any human. He merely felt sorry at first, offering you a place to stay until you got back on your own feet and left for somewhere else more exciting perhaps.

He just had to eat his own words though when he started getting fond of you and all your weird quirks which he attributed to the fact that you were literally a humanoid dragon. Like how your tail would sway slowly if you were relaxed, thump or wag when you were happy, or how it'd rise up when you were particularly mad. It didn't help that you got along swimmingly with Marnie and got the admiration and support of Team Yell.

But if he had to make a choice, he'd say that what finally got him to admit his attraction to you was when he heard you singing to a baby Toxel. It had been the runt of its litter and was normally isolated by its siblings, resulting in the baby pokemon normally crying in despair and loneliness.

" Hush now, my baby. Be still, love. Don't cry… "

That was the moment he felt his heart beating for something other than the rush of battle or the adrenaline after a concert.

"Let it all out, luv. I wanna hear every single word, every sound you can make when I fuck you like this," the young man's own breath was ragged as the sound of your voice and your coupling assaulted his senses. "Will you do that for me, doll? Will 'ya let 'ol Piers hear you sing?"

"P-PIERS!!!"

Your whimpers and moans gave way to full out screaming, most likely waking up the neighbors from the next apartment over. He honestly didn't give a flying fuck though, not when your shrieks of his name sounded better than any acapella harmony he'd ever hear.

"Good girl...you're my good girl, aren't 'ya? You deserve a reward for singing so sweetly…" something dark swam in his eyes as he stared at your red cheeks and listened to the heavy breaths you took. "Hold on to me, okay luv? I'll give 'ya yer reward for being such a good girl…"

Safe to say that by the time he was done with you, you weren't able to speak for a day or two, much less walk straight.