Bested by Harry and Etta

Etta kneels down, taking your face in her hands. She sits in your lap, her ass on your thighs. And then her lips are on yours.

Her touch unfreezes you, you pull away, “I challenge you.”

Etta laughs. She tussles your hair as she stands, “You’re cute. So should I do it, or do you want to handle it, Sundance?”

Harry rolls his shoulders as Etta runs a hand along his arm. “I’ve got it,” he sighs, “but don’t call me that.” He pulls Etta in close for a kiss. “Let’s make this quick.”

You scurry to your feet. You’re trembling as you grab Elekid’s pokeball. Your partner appears between you and the couple. Opposite to him is Harry’s pokemon, a Castform. You squint as the darkness under the canopy of the thick Viridian Forest. The shadows are gone as sunlight beams down from above. Harry’s Castform has transformed to resemble a tiny sun.

“Weather ball,” Harry calls out. A volley of fire balls fire from Castform’s side. Elekid jumps and dodges each incoming blast. You shade your eyes, the harsh sunlight, the fire balls. The air around you wavers with heat mirage.

You’re proud of Elekid for dodging everything, until you realize he’s toying with you. The balls are being shot wide, aiming for the ground around him. You look over to the couple, Etta’s hand runs through Harry’s chest hair, her lips on his neck, whispering things that you can’t make out.

“Elekid, stop! Thundershock,” you command. Elekid stops jumping around, and the fire balls still miss your partner. The spark of electricity ignites from the plug and hits the sun pokemon.

“Looks like she figured out the game,” Harry drawls, “Best to end it then. Fire blast.” A huge wave of fire erupts from the enemy. You try to get Elekid to dodge, but the attack is too large. He’s slammed with the fiery impact, and that’s all it takes to knock him out.

You return him, and instinctively reach for Spinarak’s before realizing that he wouldn’t be much help. You’re thoroughly outclassed. Your shoulders slump in defeat.

“Oh dear, I think you broke her spirit,” Etta lilts.

The sunlight fades from above when Castform is returned to its ball. The pair cross back over to you. Etta reaches you first, her lips back on yours the instant you reconnect. She pulls your bottom lip with her teeth. The pain stinging, before it springs back into place. “On your knees,” Etta’s sultry voice whispers in your ear.

You listen, your heart sinking with your first real sexual forfeit. You had slept with Hector and Lars but not because of a battle. And you’d lost to the girl in Viridian, but she just took money. And then there’s Tim.

Etta keeps a hold on your shirt, forcing it over your head as you drop to your knees. “We’re going to have some fun with you,” Etta says, slipping two fingers into your mouth.

Harry’s drawl pulls both of your attention, “I believe I won that match, Etta my dear.” His cock stands at full attention, sticking out of his open fly.

“Just warming her up for you,” Etta says, kissing Harry as he comes within her reach. Etta’s fingers still depress your tongue, Harry’s cock rubs against your cheek, as the couple make out above you.

Etta’s fingers pull away, only to wrap around Harry’s cock guiding it to your vacated mouth. Etta positions herself behind you, her hips preventing you from pulling away from the intruding member. Harry saws forward, his thick cock filling your mouth. Etta thrusts her hips, forcing your head forward onto Harry’s cock. They make out above you, ignoring your existence while using you for their pleasure.

Etta’s fingers knot in your hair, forcing your head back to look up at them. The wet cock sliding from your mouth, over your chin, and along your neck. You flinch as you see Etta lets a large glob of spit hang from her lips. It splatters against your forehead, trailing down your face. On instinct, you reach up to wipe it away, and Etta slaps your hand away. “IF you want to touch yourself, you can warm your pussy up instead.” You freeze at the harshness in her voice, “That wasn’t a request.”

You tentatively snake a hand down your pants, touching yourself at Etta’s command. She drools another drop of spit, hitting your cheek. She smiles before turning your face back to Harry’s cock. They return to fucking your mouth, and you feel Etta falling to her knees behind you. Her body pressed against your back, her hand still in your hair, and she whispers, “You’ll get a break when you cum.”

She kisses the crook of your neck, her hand reaching around to pinch your nipples. You cough and sputter as Harry thrusts into your mouth. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You frantically massage your sex, knowing that you’re much closer to wanting a break than you are to cumming.

Your throat burns from repeated intrusions, tears streak down your cheeks, and Etta’s sultry whispers encourage you to cum. You dig your fingers into your sex, massage your clit, **** for a break more so than an orgasm.

Harry stills, his cock throbs in your mouth. Salty jizz fills your mouth, dribbling past your lips and down your chin. “Swallow,” Etta says, her hand wrapping around your neck. You swallow down his load, knowing that his orgasm ends the sexual forfeit.

You start to pull away from Harry, your hand leaving your pants, Etta’s grasp on your throat tightens. “Did I say to stop? You get a break when you cum.” Harry pushes forward reinforcing the idea that you’re not done yet.

You double your efforts, focusing on your own sex rather than his. Etta’s touch on your chest. You feel as if it might never happen, that you’ll never be free of Harry’s cock. Your pleasure builds slowly, until you finally cum. A weak little orgasm, but an orgasm none the less. Etta pushes Harry away as she feels you quiver in her arms. “Good girl.”

They leave you kneeling there, desperately sucking in breath after breath. You wipe away the tears, Etta’s spit, and Harry’s cum from your face. You look up to see, Etta shimmying out of her pants. Her round ass peaking out from under her ruby red panties. She neatly folds them, handing them to Harry, followed by her panties. Stripped from the waist down, she turns back to you.

“Break’s over,” she says, pressing toes to your shoulder forcing you on your back. She lowers herself, sitting on your face. Your pants are tugged down your legs, by what could only be Harry. “You get a break when I cum,” she lilts, as something presses against your asshole.