Cynthia’s Pleasure; Olivia - Mutual Desire ( 2 ) [Pokemon]

Credit: ThatLewdWriter

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Caitlin was a big fan of tea, and Cynthia was a perfect gentlewoman to her lady friends, so their breakfast consisted of tea and fresh pastries on the patio of her villa. Undella Town had all sorts of places to purchase foodstuffs, but their baked goods were excellent beyond words, and sharing some in Caitlin's company was a good enough reason for her to indulge. The younger blonde happily made the tea for the both of them, and there had been not a peep of protest from the Sinnoh champion as Caitlin was remarkably skilled at brewing a good cup of tea.

Cynthia couldn't help the smile that danced on her lips as she put the teacup down on the plate, marvelling at the smooth texture and subtle, floral taste. "Wonderful as always, Caitlin."

The Elite Four smiled kindly and inclined her head at the compliment. "I've been trying new flavours. I wanted something refined and sophisticated, but still naturalistic."

"You've certainly done a good job at it." Cynthia broke a pastry in two and handed one half to Caitlin, who took it with grace.

"I'm not sure. There are some adjustments to be made to the blend, I think."

Cynthia took another slow sip and carefully considered the taste of the liquid on her palette before ultimately shrugging. "Well, you know far more about this than I, so I shall defer to your judgment."

Caitlin giggled and crossed one leg over the other. "I can always teach you a few simple things, if you'd like."

Cynthia hummed and shrugged, still smiling. "It sounds an awful lot like you want to spend more time with me."

The honey-blonde blinked. "Well, yes. I enjoy your company a great deal, Cynthia."

"I'm certainly not opposed to spending more time with you, Caitlin." Cynthia chuckled. "Though, I'll admit that I'm surprised you still have any energy after last night -"

"Cynthia!" Caitlin scolded good-naturedly, slapping her outstretched hand playfully. "You are well aware that is not what I meant."

Cynthia was still chuckling, more so thanks to the flustered expression on Caitlin's pretty face. "Of course, excuse me. I'd love to learn from you, of course."

"Wonderful!"

"So, does that mean I should expect to see you later on?"

"Regretfully, no." Caitlin shook her head apologetically. "The tournament is so much busier this time around, and there is much more work to be done. I still have to prepare my trainers, too. The competition is difficult this year."

Cynthia frowned. "That's unfortunate to hear. If you need help, I certainly don't mind lending a hand."

"Ah, don't fret, dear Cynthia. I can handle it, and I will let you know the moment I'm free again."

The blonde hummed, not quite content with the idea that Caitlin had to do so much work by herself but not wishing to push the point further. "Alright. I look forward to it."

She took another sip from her cup as Caitlin daintily picked up her half of the pastry and chewed on it, and Cynthia couldn't hide back a smile from how cute the woman was when she chewed. She admired her for a long moment, chin in one hand while the other drew idle circles around the rim of her cup, and Caitlin eventually took notice. Her cheeks flared a light pink as she cleared her throat and sat back, brushing at her strands of honey-coloured hair.

"The competition does seem particularly stiff," Cynthia followed up. "A lot of hard-working trainers. The preliminaries were quite the show, I must say."

"I agree." Caitlin nodded into her teacup and sipped elegantly. "My trainers are nervous, for certain."

"Understandable." Cynthia gazed over the gorgeous beachfront sprawled out before them as she spoke. She tapped her fingers against the table in rough synchrony with the crashing waves on the distant beach and hummed. "Speaking of competitors, you wouldn't happen to know two brunette girls, would you? One wears a cap and, ah, very tiny jean-shorts, and the other -"

"-Has her hair done up in buns. Yes, they're two of mine: Hilda and Rosa, respectively. They are representing Unova. They are rather good, and very nice."

"That they are," Cynthia drawled, and Caitlin gave her a sharp look and rolled her eyes.

"Cynthia…"

"I'm only admiring," Cynthia protested. "They're cute and caught my eye, is all."

"And hopefully they continue to do so during their matches."

"I'll most definitely be watching them," Cynthia replied, a smirk on her lips, and Caitlin shook her head in mock exasperation. "So, who else is participating on behalf of Unova?"

"There is Benga," Caitlin twitched her nose. "I do think you watched his preliminary match."

"Benga?" Cynthia paused to think. "Ah, the redhead?"

"Yes. He's one of Alder's grandsons, if you didn't know."

Cynthia blinked. "I… did not, but in hindsight, it is rather obvious." She paused before speaking again, a wry smile on her face. "One of? I didn't know Alder had a grandson, let alone several."

Caitlin giggled and tried to maintain her refined composure. "There are many redheads in Flannery Town, Cynthia. Alder is certainly not without kin - no, far from it."

The Sinnoh Champion's blonde brows rose up high. "Alder must get around a lot."

The other blonde hummed and shrugged noncommittedly. "Well, I'm sure you're aware of his… proclivities."

"He is a shameless flirt, I'll admit," Cynthia laughed. "So, you're supervising all the Unova competitors?"

"Yes. I rather enjoy it; they are a talented group of individuals."

"There's been plenty of talent this year," Cynthia agreed with a nod. "A lot of region representation, too."

"Every region has sent over competitors," Caitlin explained. "It's the biggest turn out yet."

"Well, it is the second World Tournament."

Caitlin inclined her head. "I take your meaning."

Cynthia sipped another mouthful of tea. "Are there any supervisors I know?"

Caitlin's brow furrowed as she thought. "I am not so sure. It's a motley group of Gym Leaders, Kahunas, Elites, and Champions - oh! Steven is here, actually. He asked me to say hello when I next saw you."

Cynthia smiled. "Steven? That's a surprise, but certainly not unwelcome. I'll have to set something up with him and have a chat - he's always got some new tidbit or other to share."

"I'd be glad to join, if I'm welcome."

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Of course you would be." Cynthia paused as she thought over Caitlin's previous words, and hummed questioningly. "Kahunas… those are the Alola Gym Leaders, yes?"

"That's right, more or less." Caitlin squinted and bit her lip. "Haven't you been to Alola before?"

"I have," Cynthia admitted, "but I… ah, frequented the Aether Paradise and their president. I didn't often have time to visit the islands themselves. Without a Champion's league or ancient ruins, my interest wasn't exactly piqued."

The elegant lady made a noise of disappointment. "They are beautiful. I'd recommend a proper visit."

"Perhaps." Cynthia shrugged. "So, Alola, then… this would be their first international tournament, too. I'm very interested in seeing what they're capable of."

Caitlin made a noise of agreement. "Yes, I agree. My contestants are rather nervous, as the Alolans are a wild-card."

"They're likely to aim well above their skill level to make themselves known." Cynthia nodded a few times, thinking it over in her mind. It was what she would do, if she were in their place: punch well above her weight, leave a lasting impression on the crowds and judges.

Caitlin nodded. "I agree. Kahuna Olivia has been rather vocal in her… boasting."

"Kahuna Olivia?" Cynthia's lips twitched upward. "Oh, well I've certainly heard about her."

"You have?" Caitlin blinked. "I've never met her prior to this. She's… interesting. Very charismatic."

"I've never met her either, mind you, but, well, tales about gorgeous women spread quickly. I also hear she's quite the trainer. I think I'd like to meet with her, if the opportunity arises."

Caitlin blinked slowly, and then set her elbow on the table and dropped her chin in her hand in a rather unladylike manner. "Cynthia, you are incorrigible."

Cynthia laughed and flicked back her golden locks. "I'd just like to have an honest chat with her. You know I like being on friendly terms with other skilled trainers."

"How friendly, exactly, are we speaking?"

"Intimately."

"Of course." Caitlin tittered out a cute little laugh.

Cynthia cleared her throat and turned the conversation back to their analysis of the tournament with, "So, in regards to the Alolan competitors…"

As it turned out, the Alolans truly did fight tooth and nail in their matches. Maybe they were just trying to prove that they were on the same level as other trainers that had been on the international and regional stage a dozen times before, or were simply doing it to leave their marks, but their matches boasted all of the stoicism and style the islands were famed for. It wasn't a masterful display if Cynthia was being her most analytical, and she could see where a proper guiding hand would do the trainers well, but it was most impressive and they'd won the majority of their matches, so Cynthia wasn't going to be too harsh on them.

The most current competitor - and victor - was walking around the arena, pumping his tattooed arms up in the air in triumph, to the loud cheers of the crowd. Cynthia could see his fellows cheering him on from their section, just as overjoyed as he despite the fact that they would be facing each other in the next few rounds if they kept up their score of victories. It was nice, though, to see so many happy trainers. Maybe she had been missing out by visiting the islands so infrequently - but then, Lusamine had made good use of their time, so she couldn't complain that much.

Well, perhaps a tad. The infamous Island Kahuna Oliva was just as happy as her fellow Alolans, and while the distance between them was great and Cynthia couldn't make out very much, she did look as gorgeous as she was said to be. Cynthia was almost annoyed she hadn't been able to meet her before, but that was something she was about to rectify. Sure, passage between the backstages was technically not allowed to limit trainer interference and raving fans, but Cynthia was able to walk around where she pleased.

She stopped briefly in the section cordoned off for Galar contestants, but only because they offered her an excellent cup of tea; nothing less than she expected from their region. There were a few cute trainers there, too, and Cynthia wasn't shy to chat them up and flirt for a bit before moving on. She otherwise made her steady way down to the Alolan section, ostensibly to congratulate Olivia on her contestant's most recent win.

The Kahuna was turned away from Cynthia as she walked into the box, leaning over the railing as she eagerly watched the next ongoing match - either because it was interesting, or, more appropriately, analyzing the trainer's tactics. Either way, Cynthia got a guiltier pleasure out of it: the position had Olivia's backside thrust toward her, and the blonde was given a perfect view of her curvy rear and the long, long legs that held her up. Her bare, dark legs were very shapely, and adorned with all sorts of beads, bangles, straps, and rings that hugged the firm, thick curves of her thighs and calves.

The full length of those legs was on display, because the shorts that she wore were scandalously short and left little to the imagination. They hugged the curves of her wide hips and large ass, fully outlining the fat rump that was unwittingly thrust towards Cynthia as if on a platter. It dipped just slightly under its own weight, and she had some trouble tearing her eyes off it. She did only to drag her eyes up over her back, which had long tracts of dark flesh left on display: her little pink blouse met low around the center of her back, leaving the small of it and the width of her shoulders naked.

Cynthia cleared her throat as she stepped forward confidently. "Those were some wonderful matches, I must admit. Far better than I thought I'd see from Alola, but it just goes to show I shouldn't underestimate."

"Go big or go home," Olivia replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "And we're certainly going to go big."

Olivia looked over shoulder, a smirk on her plump lips, but when she caught sight of Cynthia she blinked and a hint of a frown passed over her face. She quickly turned around, smiling all the more broadly once she realized who it was that had come by, and quickly brushed at her short black hair. She cocked her wide hip out to the side and placed a hand on it, while the other hovered near chest level - and she had quite the chest. Her blouse really didn't do much to keep them covered, and the deep line of her cleavage amidst the perfect slopes of her sideboob was horribly tantalizing.

Cynthia hadn't come just to pick up girls, but Olivia was far more womanly than she'd expected, and already felt a stirring in her loins. Her body was fantastic, her skin colour tantalizing and features model-like, and the Sinnoh Champion just knew she wouldn't be content with only a chat. Oh, there is no way I'm leaving without, at the very least, her number.

"You're Cynthia, Champion of Sinnoh, right?" Olivia asked, a tiny bit of awe in her tone.

"That's correct." Cynthia smiled charmingly as she stood just a little ways away from Olivia, crossing her arms over her midsection and clutching at her elbow. They were about the same height, with Olivia being just a touch taller. It made it a bit harder for Cynthia to subtly scan over Olivia's body, which was a bit of a shame.

She parted her lips to speak, but was beaten to the bunch by Oliva, who smirked in a confidant and rather sultry manner. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you. I've heard so very much about you."

Cynthia inclined her head. "The pleasure is mine. It's a shame we haven't been able to meet earlier, really."

"Oh, no, the pleasure is most definitely mine." Oliva flashed her teeth in a wide, knowing grin. "But I certainly agree that it's a shame we haven't been acquainted yet. I can see now why all my friends are so ready to gush about you."

Cynthia blinked, but tried to follow up smoothly. "Only good things, I hope."

"Many good things," Olivia reassured. "But the descriptions pale in comparison. You're far more stunning in the flesh."

...Is she flirting, or is she simply flirtatious by nature? Cynthia mused internally, but outwardly closed her eyes and smiled softly. "Why thank you, Olivia. It's a delight to hear such kind words from a beauty like yourself."

"My, I've heard you had a silver tongue," Olivia drawled, dragging her eyes up and down Cynthia's body in a very obvious effort to check her out, "but to be on the receiving end is... delightful."

Cynthia's lips twitched upwards. "I'm starting to wonder what, exactly, you've been told. It's starting to sound rather suspect."

Olivia flipped her hand out and splayed her fingers. "I suppose it depends on what would consider suspect. I, for one, so do enjoy torrid tales of passion while gossiping - makes for such stimulating conversation, don't you agree?"

So it's like that, Cynthia thought victoriously. "I'm more of a hands-on lady myself, to be honest. Talking lacks that… edge, you understand?"

"I most certainly agree," Oliva replied smoothly and evenly. Her hips swayed to the other side and pushed out, and her other hand slipped down the hourglass curve of her waist to rest upon her hip. This time Cynthia didn't bother to hide her roving eyes, and made sure to drink in the details of the woman's body. After a moment she shrugged, a calculated move that sent her tremendous tit-flesh bouncing, and it was very blatantly clear that she wasn't wearing any sort of a bra on underneath - though the tightness and shape of her blouse precluded that. "But sometimes it's hard for a girl to find someone capable of providing that edge."

Cynthia frowned in mock-concern. "I find it hard to believe that someone as attractive as you would fail to find someone."

Olivia laughed, and it was a throaty and husky noise that sent shivers down Cynthia's spine and through her cock. "Oh, there are plenty that can talk the talk, but few that can back it up."

"Ah. A shame, then." Cynthia brushed back her hair and pretended to look over the people nearby, and saw Olivia's face twitch when the Champion's attention drifted elsewhere. "I can't say I have that problem."

The dark-skinned Kahuna raised an eyebrow. "Finding someone?"

"Well, certainly that," Cynthia admitted, a wry lilt to her tone, "but I meant, ah, 'backing it up'."

Olivia licked her plump lips as her throaty voice rose in a humm. "Is that so?"

"Or so I've been told," Cynthia quickly followed with a smirk, leaving the implication of who had told her open. Olivia's eyes widened fractionally as she let out a soft peal of laughter, and a moment later took a step closer to Cynthia. Her heels clacked against the floor, and Cynthia took note that those heels were what made the dark-skinned woman taller than her. Without them, or if Cynthia had worn her own, she'd be the taller of the two.

"My friends were rather descriptive." Olivia's dark finger trailed over the length of Cynthia's bare arm, slowly and purposefully. Cynthia's cock pulsed and she licked her lips at the brazen display of intimacy; it was perfectly, blatantly clear that Olivia was trying her hardest to get in the blonde's pants, a strange reversal of how things normally went for her, and she couldn't help but tease her along. "But description just doesn't do it justice, don't you think?"

"I suppose it depends on just what they told you."

"Oh, I'd be happy to say more," Olivia said slowly, almost eyeing Cynthia like a piece of meat. "But I don't know if it's quite appropriate for so public a setting. Do you, perhaps, know a quiet place we could… talk?"

Things were escalating shockingly fast, but Cynthia was very happy with it. "And leave your trainers?"

"They have no more Alolan matches for the day." Olivia brushed against Cynthia's hip, and the slight touch had her arousal sore. "And I've wanted to speak with you for a long time. I'd hate to pass up on the opportunity."

Cynthia smiled roguishly. "I do have a wonderful villa down at Undella Town that I'd love to show you. It's a long walk, though, and I doubt you'd have the time - or capability - to walk back here before nightfall. You might have to stay the night with me."

"Oh, I don't mind," Olivia purred, and stepped in so close there was barely a handbreadth between them. Her lips were barely a centimeter away from Cynthia's, and her hot breath washed over the sensitive shell as she finished with, "as long as you're as good in bed as I'm told."

"Better," Cynthia promised.

Olivia could barely handle a walk, and so they took the fastest means of transport possible back to Cynthia's villa. They did make idle conversation regarding the tournament, her role and responsibility as Kahuna, and all of the many, many stories Olivia had heard of her. Apparently, Olivia was friends with several of Cynthia's past conquests, and it was with a hint of pride that she learned how much of a mark she'd left on them - in a few cases, a literal permanent mark in the form of a child. It seemed that just listening to stories of Cynthia had made Olivia rather eager, and it was apparent that if they hadn't been on public transport, the Kahuna would have jumped her well before they reached the villa. war

As it was, the moment they stepped through the door Olivia had launched herself against Cynthia, setting their mouths on a collision course. Olivia's love life was a tale of failed relationships and lackluster sexual experiences, and her lust for someone of Cynthia's prowess had her hornier than she'd ever been. Her plump pink lips moved against the blonde's in a furious display of barely-contained passion, her heels clacking in-time with Cynthia's flats as she led them backwards to the bedroom. Their tongues tangled together as the kiss deepened in seconds, and saliva was freely exchanged between them.

Cynthia marvelled at just how good of a kisser the woman was. With age came experience, sure, and though Cynthia couldn't say just how old Olivia was, she was more than experienced. Her tongue wrestled and twined with the blonde's effortlessly, matching her beat-for-beat even in-between exploring the rest of her mouth. The Kahuna knew exactly how to move her tongue, tilt her head and slide her lips, and Cynthia was awed by her skill. She matched it, of course, deftly wrestling for the control of her own mouth before pushing back into Olivia's, and the back-and-forth was delightful.

Olivia reached around the Champion's curves and cupped her ass, squeezing her black pants and the firm ass-flesh beneath. She purred into Cynthia's mouth even as she kneaded her ass, and Cynthia was struck again by how much of a reversal it all was. Of course she wasn't going to complain, especially not when Olivia's large chest was pushing so tightly into her own that her breasts were squishing flat. Side-boob bulged out of the Kahuna's simple blouse, and Cynthia's hands rose up to caress the swollen flanks of her half-flattened breasts.

Step by step they stumbled through the living room and toward the bedroom, with their lips rarely parting. Olivia's hands were as eager as Cynthia's and explored much of her body, tugging at her silk shirt and the zipper of her pants with furious motions. The blonde allowed her to take the initiative briefly, knowing that she'd be in charge in the end, and simply enjoyed her ministrations. Their tongues continued to war, with their lip-lock growing ever deeper and lustier as the second passed. Saliva was exchanged freely as they moved from the warm cavern of one mouth to the other, pushing and prodding at wet cheeks and running over hard teeth as they freely explored.

Olivia's taste was very different from Caitlin's, or Blue's. It was earthier and spicier, if Cynthia were to attribute words to it, and the newness of it made her want more. She kissed back hard, fighting against Olivia's tongue whenever it strayed too far, wrestling it down as her arousal built in her belly. Her hands continued to grope at dark titflesh that bulged out between the seal of their bodies, only occasionally straying to sweep over the smooth, unblemished skin of her shoulders and back. She kept going until her back thumped against the door of her room, and with a soft smirk she reached back to twist the knob -

-only to find that Olivia's hand was already there, twisting it open for her. She laughed into the Islander's mouth as she led them inside, where her large four-poster bed awaited; but she didn't lead them there immediately, though Olivia expected them to. She planted her feet and the Kahuna walked into her, feet stumbling as her momentum was arrested. Her breath puffed out as she gasped into Cynthia's mouth, and the Champion took the chance to grab her short, dark locks of hair and tug her strongly, but carefully. Olivia seemed like she could take more than the daintier woman she typically dallied with, and so the blonde didn't feel the need to restrain herself.

She tugged her head away from her mouth, and a low groan left Olivia's plush lips. She continued to pull her head back as she pushed the curvaceous woman against the wall of her room, pinning her against it. Cynthia's lips quickly roved down, pressing against the firm curve of her jawline. Her lips moved down to Olivia's pointed chin and then down under it, carefully kissing a path down her long, exposed neck. She occasionally stopped to suckle at choice spots of dark skin, layering sections with a thick coating of saliva and faint red marks before moving on.

"M-my, you certainly -" Olivia's voice trailed off briefly as her breathing hitched - "Know how to treat a lady."

"I always seek to please," Cynthia murmured against her sensitive neck, kissing her way down and across, working in a looping pattern. Necklaces and chokers decorated the base of Olivia's neck, making it hard to run her lips over the skin there, but Cynthia was adaptable and instead made a beeline for her shoulders. The Islander's breath came out in a puff as the Champion's tongue ran over the smooth skin of her shoulders and the small glimpses of her collarbone, and soon her hand was roving up to grasp at golden-blonde strands of hair.

Cynthia pulled back just long enough to align herself before pushing her face down into Olivia's plush line of brown cleavage, unleashing a barrage of kisses, licks, and suckles to the gravid slopes of her fat breasts. The soft skin yielded easily to her lips, dipping against her mouth as her head pushed in and her faze nuzzled into the broad expanse of titflesh. Olivia chuckled, fingers tightening in Cynthia's hair as she pushed in.

"A tit girl," Olivia laughed softly, "how would I have guessed?"

"Can you blame me?" Cynthia quipped, and tugged aside the portion of pink cloth covering the Islander's right breast. The fabric bent easily and was pulled down, where it was held in place by the natural weight and shape of her breast. The halter-style strap was visibly strained by the motion, Cynthia didn't really care as she delivered a powerful swat to the underside of her breast before cupping it in her palm. She bounced it from the bottom up, hefting the weight of it and very much liking what she felt. "These are magnificent."

Oliva chuckled again, before her breath caught in her throat as Cynthia roughly palmed her tit and rolled the malleable breastflesh around with her fingers. They sank deep into the fleshy mass, squishing the skin and pushing down on a hard, stiff nipple, and was rewarded with further groans. Cynthia smirked as she rose back up and slid her free palm down the Kahuna's front at a slow, even pace, running down her perfectly flat tummy and over her exposed navel. Her fingers quickly hooked into the waistband of her purple short-shorts and snapped them, letting the elastic fabric sting Olivia's hips before roving even further down to cup her sex through the cloth.

It was warm; Olivia's arousal could be felt through her shorts. Cynthia rubbed, applying enough pressure to make her fingers felt, and Olivia hissed as she bucked her hips forward into the blonde's strong hand. The blonde alternated between focusing on mauling the hand-filling breast and rubbing at the covered crotch, making sure to constantly stimulate the already-horny Alolan woman. Her lips, meanwhile, returned to kissing the brown skin of her neck, and she felt Olivia shiver and undulate against her. She kept up her assault without faltering, working at the woman's voluptuous body with clear relish.

"Damn," Olivia sighed, her pink lip captured between her teeth. Her brows were furrowed and eyes heavily lidded, and Cynthia knew she was hitting all the right marks.

"Damp down here," Cynthia noted, and Olivia whimpered as she pushed her fingers firmly into the puffy outline of her cunt. "Tell me how much you're enjoying this, Olivia."

"It's nice," she groaned, "to have a woman that knows her way around a girl."

"With curves like these, it's a shame you're not treated properly." She slapped her fat tit again, and indulged in the way the skin rippled from the point of impact. "You'll allow me to rectify that, won't you?"

"Shit," Olivia swore as Cynthia's fingers began to dip into her shorts, teasingly tapping their way to her nether lips. "You can do anything you want to me."

Cynthia smirked again and pulled Olivia away from the wall, mashing their lips together as her hands swept up to work at the knots that kept the woman's top in place. It wasn't easy, though, and for all of Cynthia's knowledge of stripping down girls, she couldn't figure out how to work the straps of cloth without tearing them. Olivia was happy to help, and deftly plucked the top around her back and tugged straps loose of the hoops around her neck so that the article of clothing flopped downwards and drifted to the ground. At the same time she kicked off her sandal-like heels, leaving her a good inch shorter than Cynthia.

The Alolan's hands immediately went to work on Cynthia's pants, tugging and pulling in an effort to pull them down. Cynthia hummed against her tasty lips, letting her do all the work while she slowly undid the buttons of her dress shirt. Her eyes were practically glued to Olivia's plump tits as they bounced and bobbed with each step toward the bed, and when the blonde pulled away to breathe she hungrily stared at them. Olivia kept on working until she was able to pull Cynthia's pants down, giving her fat cock the ability to flop free of the constrictive confines, and Olivia stopped short.

Her eyes went wide as she beheld the girthy girlcock, and her hand tentatively reached out to grasp the rock-hard skin. Cynthia made a pleased noise at the touch, while Olivia looked on with awe. "You're huge. I thought everyone was exaggerating, but…"

"Nothing beats hands-on experience," Cynthia murmured, and tugged her shirt off entirely. She left her lacey black bra on for the moment as she started to pull on Olivia's shorts, attempting to work them off her rear and down her sinfully long legs. However, due to the tightness of the cloth and the sheer size of her meat ass, the clothing refused to give way though Cynthia tugged, and it took several tries before it slipped over her large curves. Olivia shimmied them the rest of the way down as the Sinnoh Champion did the exact same with her panties, which rode low on the wide breadth of her hips.

"You are soaked," Cynthia chuckled, and Olivia grinned.

"Can you blame me?" She replied back, flipping Cynthia's words on her, and the blonde snorted in laughter. Her hand still tugged at the broad length of cock, her fingers barely reaching all the way around. She looked up at Cynthia, grey eyes locked together, and licked her lips carefully. "I have condoms, but I don't think it'll fit this monster."

"Few do," Cynthia admitted, her excitement rising as Olivia pulled at her achingly hard skin. "I have -"

Olivia's lips curved up as she set a finger against Cynthia's lips, silencing her. "I guess we'll have to go without, right?"

Cynthia pretended to sigh while her cock pulsated with need. "I guess so."

She slapped the Alolan's ass as she spun her around and pushed her onto the bed, too excited to prolong the main event any longer, and Olivia quickly scrambled on top of it. She got onto her hands and knees, waving her fat ass teasingly towards Cynthia, and the blonde growled with lust as she followed after her. She grabbed the fleshy globes of her ass and pulled, stretching the copious amount of squishy flesh and exposing the drooling line of her slit, which looked positively eager for her cock. Cynthia was still kicking off her pants and panties as she got herself in position behind Olivia, ready to slam herself inside as a moment's notice.

After a moment of pause where Olivia continued to wave her ass back and forth, Cynthia reached over and placed a hand in the middle of her back. She pushed down on Olivia's body as she pumped forward with her hips, and the woman was simultaneously forced down and impaled with cock. She lowered her face to the bed and gripped the comforter with her hands while Cynthia jammed her cock inside her steaming cunt, sighing as the gushing wet tunnel wrapped around her length. The Alolan was hot and tight, her cunt clearly neglected but oh-so-eager, and it accepted every inch that pushed inside with almost greedy hunger.

Olivia looked over her shoulder as Cynthia settled on her knees and pushed her cock into the snug embrace of her cunt in one smooth motion. Her hips hit the woman's jutting ass well before her cock slammed into her aching depths, and as Cynthia powered forward she had to push against the spongy assflesh in order to sink more dick inside. Olivia's groan was loud and throaty as she was entirely filled by the girthy girlcock, and her inner tunnel spasmed around the cunt-conquering slab of meat.

"So big," she groaned appreciatively, and Cynthia's lips twitched with pride at the compliment. She drew her hips back while her hand slid back up the long line of Olivia's spine and over to her thigh, where her fingers clamped down and used the wide, childbearing hip as a handhold. The other continued to greedily grope at her ass while she withdrew half of her hulking slab from the tight, wet cunt, seeking to bring it out half-way before she reversed her movements. When she bucked her hips and pumped forward again she slammed the extracted half of her cock inside in one strong movement, and her hips collided loudly against Olivia's ass as she yelped.

Cynthia didn't have to take it slow, knowing that Olivia could, and very clearly would, take her strongest and roughest thrusts so long as it meant being satisfied. She worked her hips back and forth, flexing her smooth belly and ass as she drew her cock in and out at an even, steady pace. She withdrew at least half of her fat dick out each time, which was easier said than done as Olivia's tight cunt happily clamped down around her on each impaling motion. There was also the plush expanse of her ass to deal with, as its size prevented her from properly hilting herself without colliding against it and mashing into the soft curves. She had to apply considerable force to sheath herself all the way inside, and under those tremendous blow Olivia's spine dipped and assflesh cratered inwards.

"Damn, I can feel all of you," Olivia hissed, fingers tight around the comforter. She was biting her lip as she looked over her shoulder at Cynthia, and it was almost like she had stars in her eyes with the way she was gazing back; Cynthia doubted she'd ever taken anything so large, and it was pleasing her by dint of girth. "You're filling me out so much -"

Her voice transitioned into a squeal as Cynthia drew her hips back and slammed herself inside, jamming the full length of her cock right through her snug folds. She didn't reply, instead focusing on the movements of her hips and the power of her thrusts, and the bedroom was filled with the ringing slaps of flesh on flesh that her pelvis produced each time they collided. Olivia's firmly clamping lower lips clung to her meat as it thrust, and moved along with her pistoning cock as if they did not want to let it go for too long.

Cynthia pulled on Olivia's wide hips and ass as she thrust inwards, using those natural handholds to properly sink herself inside with satisfying thwaps. Her cock brushed up against the woman's cervix on each deep thrust, with her swollen crown slipping and prodding against the spongy entrance to her womb, and Olivia moaned lewdly each time her innermost barrier was caressed. She tried to push her hips back to meet Cynthia, but the blonde essentially did all the work herself, and so she had nothing to do but sit back and enjoy the ride. Her body was entirely shaken by the Champion's powerful rutting, her hanging breasts swinging back and forth underneath her body, nipples just barely grazing the comforter.

Olivia's dark islander skin was gorgeous in the light of her room, and the play of the muscles beneath her skin was entrancing. Cynthia's own skin was so pale by comparison, and wherever they touched the comparison was painfully stark. It was also unbearably sexy, and Cynthia felt her balls pulsate as she marvelled at the gorgeous woman bucking underneath her; it really was a shame that she was left so unsatisfied by others. She was glad that she was able to provide her with some pleasure, if the rapturous look on her face was any indication, because a woman like her deserved it.

Of course, Cynthia was just glad that she could be balls-deep in the flesh of such a pretty, willing woman, and most of her motions translated to that self-pleasure. She slammed in hard, working her length through the channel veritably soaked through with girl-juices, and was rewarded by yet more throat groans and needy whines. Great fistfuls of cloth were in Olivia's hands as she took the powerful, intense fucking with relish, constantly looking over her shoulder to admire the blonde that was impaling her cunt over and over again. Her assflesh bounced and wobbled violently as it was slammed into, and it went almost concave as the blonde slammed in so hard that flesh was forced to squish outwards.

"F-fuck!" Oliva swore aloud, hips quivering in Cynthia's grasp. "You feel so good!"

"And you're taking every inch," Cynthia husked reassuringly, reaching up to push her blonde hair behind her black clips. Olivia's snatch was dripping with fluids, and every thrust produced wet squelches and sloppy noises as the liquid was churned and forced out of the path of her thrusting slab of cockmeat. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed, clamping down hard, and Cynthia's breathing grew ragged as she forced her cock through the vice-like tightness. As the minutes passed the tightened walls grew more telling, and it took more of Cynthia's thrusts to slam into her steamy depths and properly hilt herself.

Her ass wobbled and jumped high with each smacking thrust, with flesh recoiling away from Cynthia's white hips. The Champion's stomach muscles were firm and pronounced as she pumped into Olivia's tight, steamy embrace, and her biceps were visible as she bodily hauled her back by the hips. Cynthia couldn't resist running her hips over the ample curves, admiring their broadness and perfect sweep that transitioned into her waist; her body and cock knew they were perfect for child-rearing, and that was, perhaps, one of the reasons why she was fucking her so roughly. But them, Olivia seemed to thoroughly enjoy every punishing motion, and actively jabbed back to properly impale her needy snatch at odd angles that had her inner walls bulging outwards.

Olivia's body shook violently with each thrust, her breasts swinging and colliding against each other with loud smacks. The generous flesh of her rear did much the same, and the line of her spine continued to curve and dip - but she took every hilting slam with an eager smile and coy look, clearly content with how her cunt was being railed out, and her pussy responded to the attentions of the virile cock by squeezing and pulling at it. Cynthia had a great deal of stamina, to be sure, but it was taking much of her power to fuck Olivia into a satisfied haze of bliss, and her tightness was wearing away at her cock - and a part of Cynthia had to admit that the stimulation of the Kahuna's teasing over their journey here had made her cock a little too eager.

"I'm close," Cynthia warned, fingers clamped tight around those broad hips, and Olivia tossed her dark head of hair backwards.

"Don't pull out," she groaned, running her tongue over her full lips. "I'm - I'm so close -"

Cynthia smirked proudly as she drew her hips back and pulled her cock all the way out, her length shiny with girl juice, and then slammed in the entirety of her swollen shaft so deep into the sopping snatch that the spongy barrier to her womb bent inwards. Her balls were sheathed right against Olivia's clit, and they pulsated twice before tightening and sending a surge of semen up her heaving shaft and into the woman's waiting cunt. Almost in a lewd sort of timing, the moment the first jet of sperm washed against her cervix Olivia's body spasmed and her cunt quivered in release, her voice rising up in a crescendo of moans as pump after pump of hot, creamy sperm filled her needy tunnel.

The potent cream spattered into her womb and was slathered across the tight and rippling pink walls, which never seemed to cease their lewd fluttering as her orgasm swept through her. It didn't matter that such virile baby-batter was filling her up to the brim, and, in fact, it seemed to get her off all the harder; her body roiled and her hips bucked upwards with each risky spurt that was emptied inside her, moaning and sighing all the while. Cynthia just held herself there, marvelling in the supple feel of her milking pussy walls and the softness of her skin, while her balls pumped out a few final loads of thick semen. She waited until the dark-skinn beauty collapsed against the comforter, skin flushed, a happy smile on her face.

"Wow," Olivia said breathlessly. "I've never - not that quickly before-"

She wiggled her hips, and her eyes went wide as she realized that Cynthia's cock was still hard and buried in her cum-filled channel. She pulled off with a wet slurp and flipped onto her side, rolling over so that she was lying across the bed and her face was eye-level with the fat dick. Cum rolled gently off its flanks along with a thick coating of pussy juice, slowly dripping down onto the bedsheets. She looked awed, and Cynthia looked down at it with an amused glint in her eye.

"You're still hard?" Olivia's tone was surprised, but of a happy sort. Her lips curved into a content smile as she realized that Cynthia wasn't even close to tapping out after just one go, and she purred in an arousal-inducing way as she stared up at the blonde with heavy-lidded eyes. "Just what I should have expected from such a stud."

"Like I said," Cynthia murmured, running her hands through Olivia's short hair and sweeping, twisting locks. "Better."

"Gosh, you're just my type. I really need to find myself a woman like you," Olivia gushed. "Unless your…?"

"Not something I often consider, gorgeous." Cynthia tried to make her tone light without letting Olivia down, especially after hearing how long the woman had been on the prowl. Someone of her looks really deserved more.

Olivia didn't reply, but pressed her lips to the side of the glistening behemoth shaft. Her plump lips mashed against it, caressing the many throbbing inches as she ran them up and down in a lewd parody of a kiss. Sloppy patches of cum and juices were collected and swept into her mouth by her tongue, which ran over the veiny, pale meat with gusto. She cleaned a long line from base to tip, replacing the thick mixture of juices with her saliva, and let out another deep purr as she switched sides and rose from base to tip. Her tongue swirled around the throbbing red head, dipping around the heavy ridge and over the swollen glans, cleaning it of any cum with loin-tingling diligence.

As Olivia went to work cleaning her cock, Cynthia undid the straps of her bra and freed her pale tits. One hand caressed her own plump breast, squishing and rolling the copious amount of doughy skin and flicking at her nipple while the other continued to stroke Olivia's hair, guiding her along her throbbing cock. Olivia smiled around the broad, beefy slab, working around and around before poising her full lips atop the heaving crown. She went down on Cynthia with diligence, despite the daunting task that swallowing her girlcock must be. Her jaw went wide as she wrapped her lips around the thick girth, securely embracing it before descending.

She took it into the warm cavern of her mouth with a steady motion of her head, her cheeks instantly filling out from the sheer size of the impossible girth. Her tongue continued to move in those mesmerizingly lewd motions as she swallowed the dick, making sure to sweep over ever proffered inch and pulling strands of thick, gooey semen into her mouth. The throbbing cockhead brushed up against the roof of her mouth until she corrected course and it slipped into her throat, but it clearly wasn't an easy feat for Olivia to achieve; she gagged and sputtered, eyes wincing, but she didn't stop despite her own limits. She went as far as she could before bobbing her head, dragging herself up and down, tongue still sweeping around.

The Kahuna worked on a full third of her cock, bobbing and sliding along, ensuring that her plush lips were snug around the girth as she rolled her head. She gagged as it delved deep into the velvet embrace of her throat, but didn't shy away from the eye-watering pressure. She was clearly experienced and very skilled at blowjobs, and it didn't matter that Cynthia's cock was the broadest and densest slab of cock that she'd ever taken; she worked on it all the same, attempting to undergo the same motions that had surely brought many others to the cusp of pleasure before - only this time, it was for the express purpose of cleaning her new lover's massive prick.

Cynthia continued to scratch at Olivia's scalp and pat her hair, encouraging her along. Olivia worked at her broad length until saliva was rolling down her shaft in thick lines, dripping down to the bed and spattering over her swollen balls. It was a very sloppy blowjob, mostly because Olivia just couldn't keep it contained when dealing with so much cock, but Cynthia adored it all the same. It wasn't the best she'd had before, but it was close for sure, and Olivia looked particularly sexy with her lips wrapped tight around her cock.

Olivia eventually pulled off with a wet pop, and strings of saliva fell from her drooling mouth and draped over the cock as she rose up. She wiped her mouth with the back of one hand while the other clamped down on the cock and rapidly pumped it, sweeping up the excess of spittle and cleaning it off the now-polished and glistening wet length. "Ready for another go, Cynthia, darling?"

"More than ready." Cynthia grinned wide. "It'll take more than one load to satisfy me, especially with so gorgeous a bed partner like yourself."

Olivia hummed as she popped her cum-and-saliva stained fingers into her mouth, sucking hard. "I like the sound of that very much."

Cynthia was still grinning as she pounced, pulling Olivia toward her and spinning her around as best as she could. The woman just smiled at her ravenous antics, and was entirely complacent as she was twisted around and her leg was propped up. She was still on her side, presenting the hourglass curve of her frame to Cynthia, with her large breasts pushed against each other as their weight forced them down. Her top leg was hauled up by the blonde until it rested against her shoulder, leaving the sopping entrance of her cunt on full display. A few strands of thick cum still drooled free of the wide, puffy lips, stark against her dark thighs.

Then Cynthia slammed in with a full-bodied thrust that sent Olivia groaning, toes curling and fingers painfully tight around the sheets. She grit her teeth as Cynthia laid into her with intense thrusts that had the entire bed frame squeak, but her body took it all with famed Alolan stoicism. It was a relentless rhythm that saw her slam into Olivia over and over, causing her inner walls to bend and dip even as they squirmed and rippled around her. The harshness of the angle meant that the occasional thrust would hit at an odd angle and cause her body to jump up, but the smile on her face dismissed any idea of discomfort.

Sweat lined their bodies in a soft layer that was essentially inconsequential, save to highlight their curves and outlined their muscles - though Cynthia knew very well that they would be so much sweatier by the night's end. It made for an appealing sight, though, seeing the Alolan's dark skin grow shiny and slick while her pussy squirmed with arousal, and Cynthia bit her lip as her groans transitioned into lusty growls due to the sight. Her cock slammed through the cum-filled depths, shifting out the previously deposited loud with lewd slurps and sloppy squelches, but it didn't matter how messy it all got, in the end; she'd change the bedsheets by morning, and she wanted Olivia to have had the best night of her life by then.

And so she worked huge, girthy girldick inside over and over, slamming hard and fast while Olivia's composure was steadily worn down. Cynthia fucked with no sign of stopping, and Olivia seemed very happy with that, especially when she threw out an arm and wrapped her hand around the back of the blonde's neck to tug her closer for a hot and steamy kiss.

"Don't hold back, sweetie," Olivia whispered against her lips, her voice raw and needy with sheer, unadulterated desire, and Cynthia's libido spiked something fierce. "Don't stop until we both pass out, or you've broken me."

"Oh, I won't be," Cynthia chuckled. "We'll be going all night long."