I Want To Lay the Very Best!
320 – The Heat is On ❤️❤️

Never had a Pokémon looked so annoyed about getting a blowjob.

Nibble's eyes were narrowed, so they were just a thin slit of gold, with some pastel blue floating back and fore as they flicked between staring at Brandy and her own cock. It was terrifying, and not because Brandy was scared. No, Brandy was trying her hardest not to laugh because it was such a petulant look and hard to take seriously. The harder Nibble's stare got, the harder Brandy had to fight back a smirk. At least she had something to amuse herself with to disguise her mood. 

Baleful eyes glared down at Brandy as she kissed Nibble's cock, and the glower only deepened as Brandy licked her way up the length of her shaft. The bumps along the cock were even smoother than the skin, and the whole thing had a pleasant texture against Brandy's lips as she really leaned her head fully into the task. Brandy had been in charge so much lately she'd even been a little bossy now and then, just trying it out for size. Even when she'd been sucking Maple's dick, she'd felt in charge; Maple had been blushing brighter than Tamato Berry and the whole thing had been a gift for Brandy. Hardly a tough spot to be in.

It felt good to be back in a position of weakness again. There was something so simple about being pinned down and put to work. Brandy had one simple task and had to focus fully on it. It was even physically challenging. Nibbles may not weigh much, but with numbing poison in her veins, even her lightweight sat on Brandy's stomach was enough to stop her from moving much. She had to lock her shoulder muscles and do some genuinely exhausting crunches just to get at the cock bobbing between her breasts.

Her tongue traced the edge of a bump, then slid across it, making the cock twitch. Nibbles was a lot more sensitive than Brandy had expected, the look of anger was still there, but the cock was throbbing against her tongue. That was a clear sign of enjoyment that Nibbles couldn't mask with glowering eyes.

"You taste good," Brandy said, her speech sloppy because she didn't stop putting her tongue to work as she spoke. "Or maybe it's the rain. Refreshing."

"Bit of both," Nibbles said, a hand gripping Brandy's cheek and cradling it, helping guide her and stop her from pulling away. Brandy only needed the hint once. Nibbles didn't want Brandy to even come up for air; her lips weren't to leave that dick if it could help it. "Poison Types taste like their poison. Most are sweet, but I'm sharp. You can feel me invading your senses. Taking over your body, helping you relax and serve me better."

"You'd be good with a shy trainer," Brandy mumbled. Nibbles really was getting in her head. Her strength was fading, and it was only her stubborn horniness that was keeping her going. Without heat for her Steam Engine, all she had was sheer willpower. "One who struggles to speak her mind. Someone with urges you can tease out and over a few orgasms."

"You barely need my help speaking your mind," Nibbles growled. Her tone was almost menacing, but her cock was rock hard, and Brandy had a feeling she'd said the right thing.

"Just being honest," Brandy said, her lips running up and down the underside of Nibble's cock, and the Poison Type shivered. "There's a woman out there who wants you to break them. Needs it." 

"And that would be you?"

"Me? I just need a good dicking."

That got her. A brief snort from Nibbles before she caught herself, biting her bottom lip. She shook her head to regain her imperious glare, but Brandy's eyes had seen the slight curl of her lips. She'd almost smiled.   

"I thought you wanted to use me to beat Monique," Nibbles said, her thumb stroking Brandy's cheek. "She's the real prize, isn't she?"

"No," Brandy's tongue pressed down, flat and heavy, dragging along the bottom of the cock, the bumps making a lovely pattern of stimulation as her tongue went. "Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm not putting my all into this. Right now, I just want us both to enjoy this."

"The will is there," Nibbles said with both hands on Brandy's cheeks. Her fingers squeezed into the flesh as she held Brandy's face tight, forcing them to lock gazes. "But this pretty little mouth is doing far too much talking."

Her hips started to thrust back and forth, using the top of Brandy's breasts to tease herself. The first thrust caught Brandy by surprise, and her tongue slipped, the cock brushing past her lips and sliding off the end of her tongue, poking right into the roof of her mouth. Nibbles didn't slow down, and as her hands held Brandy's face, her hips started to buck, fucking Brandy's face.

It was not a good angle. Brandy's jaw ached as it was forced open to accommodate; her lips stretched wide as the cock slid back and forth between them. It wasn't a fast motion. Each thrust was smooth and slow, which made it even harder somehow. Instead of a battering, it was a tough stretch, and even as flexible as Brandy was, it started to ache pretty fast. All she could do was try to give back, her tongue doing its best to lap at the underside of the cock whenever she had a moment, trying to spur Nibbles on. Now she just had to focus on propping her body up. Brandy squeezed every last drop of stamina left to lock her back muscles and keep her head up and available.  

Nibbles didn't even try to hold herself back. Brandy's mouth was a tool for her to enjoy, and she was going to have fun. A constant push and pull of her cock in and out, the nubs rubbing along Brandy's lips, gave it a bit of extra grip for smooth, sliding pumps. Brandy's lips were already slick with saliva, and splashes of rain, but Nibble's blue cock had its own lubrication, more of that dizzying relaxing poison that she was feeding directly down Brandy's throat.

Brandy just gave in and let Nibbles work. A hair tentacle lashed around her body to hold her up, and when her head began to sag, another wrapped around her throat to keep her head up. She was being used now, just like Nibbles had said. She was nothing but a toy. What little input she even had was happy mumbles, gentle licks of the tongue, and a bit of sucking just to keep Nibbles on her toes and give her affirmation. Brandy wasn't done. 

"So warm," Nibbles moaned. Her eyes weren't glaring anymore; they were half-closed and unfocused. She was getting lost in the moment, and she didn't have poison in her blood as an excuse for that. "Your mouth's like a furnace."

She didn't say it like it was a bad thing. Having a Fire Type for a mother meant Brandy's body had always run hot, and now Nibbles was enjoying the dick sauna. Sweat was rolling down Nibble's body, mingling with the rain drops, and she was panting with exertion but looked happy. It must be tough to get a really good fuck when your Moves push you towards turning a woman to jelly. Nibble's dominance was total if her poison did the work, but it wasn't like Calcine, who could make a woman beg with a firm grip and a hungry stare. Her poison left her Partner dependent on Nibbles for everything, a hole to be fucked. The more Nibbles enjoyed her mouth, the more poison flowed into Brandy's veins and the harder it became. It wasn't a battle Brandy could win. She'd tried to overwhelm Nibbles, but Brandy had underestimated how strong the Mareanie was. Poison Types were no joke, and Brandy had gotten the wrong idea from her easy victory with Tess.     

Brandy was so relaxed by Nibble's Toxic she felt like she was floating outside her body, enjoying it in a dream-like calm, where Brandy didn't even feel like she was truly present. The chill of the rain had faded, replaced by heat. Heat was everywhere. She could feel the warmth from Nibble's legs straddling her chest and feel the warmth of Nibble's cock on her tongue and throat, and it was all outmatched by her own. There was something inside of her that burned, and it wanted to come out. It wasn't her Steam Engine. She'd gotten used to that fireball in her chest that was always hungry for heat. She'd had This part of her for as long as she could remember. The little bit of flame her mother had given her and fostered as she'd grown up. What made her a Joyce. Red hair, endless enthusiasm, and a love for love itself.

But Brandy couldn't quite grip it. It was like trying to stop her heart by thinking. An inheritance that'd been with her so long it was more natural than breathing for her. Brandy desperately wanted that familial warmth to fill her body and get her moving, but trying to summon it wasn't working. She needed to stop thinking about it.

There was a way to do that.

"Venoshock me." Brandy said, "I can take it."

"You'll be done." Nibbles laughed. "You can't take that. It amplifies all my poison in you. You'll be a boneless wreck spitting out the first thought that comes to your addled head."

"It's something only you can do," Brandy said, rolling her mouth around Nibble's cock as she spoke. It was sexy when your speech was half muffled by cock; this was a well-known fact. "And it'll prove I don't care about Monique. You can have me. You can break me. I'll be your victory, not hers."

"Are you sure?" Nibbles asked. "You'll need a long rest to recover. It'll cost you this fight."

"Let's see what I'm made of." Brandy smiled. "I think I'll surprise you."

A smile spread across Nibble's lips, and her eyes lit up. The cock was pulled back, the tip popping free and hanging there, an inch from Brandy's mouth. Her hands moved to hold her shaft steady, aiming right at the gap between Brandy's lips. 

"Open wide," Nibbles purred, her hands shaking a little. Her cock was trembling. "Lick it, make me cum."

Brandy could do better than that. She dipped into Morgan's Super Luck again and swirled her tongue around the tip of Nibble's cock like a pro. That fluttering flick got a shocked gasp from the Mareanie, and Nibbles came so hard that she missed Brandy's mouth and painted her face instead. Her shocked gasp was priceless, hands over her mouth and eyes wide as she blew a rope into Brandy's hair. Still, Brandy needed the Venoshock, so she licked her lips and let some of that Move-infused cum flow down her throat.

It was complete annihilation. Brandy's body slumped as a pure shot of relaxation rushed over herself, and a warm cottony fuzz filled her mind. Her thoughts couldn't get in the way anymore because thinking was impossible. Brandy's brain became a primal thing, a simple vessel to experience what was happening to it without any pesky thoughts getting in the way. The wet splashes of rain against her skin, the sticky cum plastering her face, and the pleasantly strong scent of it stuffing her sinuses. The golden light from Nibble's proud, if slightly embarrassed, eyes.

But more than all that stretched through her whole body, suffused in her skin and every muscle. Fire and flame weaved into her body so cleanly that it became a part of her. She could see it now. When she blew on it, her skin tingled as it began to crackle to life.

With nothing but her own body heat flowing into it, Brandy's Steam Engine stirred back to life.