Karl

"I surrender!" you tell Karl brightly. You're looking forward to this. This guy's got muscles.

Julia nudges you. "I've met this guy," she whispers. "His team is weak. He's waiting out here because he can't handle the forest. You can take him."

She pauses for a moment. "You can beat him, I mean. In a pokemon battle."

You shake your head. "Even if I could beat him, it would be too much damage to my team. If we're going through the forest today, we need my team fresh."

"I've lost to him," Julia admits. "He caught me three days ago, coming out of the forest with Charmeleon nearly fainted. He's pretty rough. I wouldn't blame you if you fought him off. We can go tomorrow, instead..."

He's rough? Well, now you're definitely doing the forfeit. "I've already surrendered," you shake your head, trying to sound regretful. "My honor as a trainer is at stake. I'll just have to make the best of it."

Julia gives you a quick hug. "Thanks," she whispers. "Be strong."

And she steps away, and Karl steps up to claim his forfeit.

He's not actually that much taller than you; your eyes are level with his chin. He sure is bigger, though. He hasn't touched you, but the look in his eyes triggers something primal in you. Something deep in your monkey-brain whispers: this man is strong; he must be obeyed and pleased.

Well, it's really coming from closer to your crotch than your brain.

"Strip," Karl commands, and you hurry to obey. Your skirt and panties come down in a single movement; your shirt and bra take just a moment longer. Then you're naked in front of him, looking up into his eyes, searching for any sign of approval. He likes you, right? He should like you?

"Good," he says, and you feel a rush of relief. The relief only lasts a moment, before he picks you up and moves you onto a fallen tree. Your stomach rests on the rough bark; your head hangs over one side, and your bare ass hangs over the other.

You hang there for a moment, blind to whatever's happening behind you. Julia said this guy was "rough". What did she mean, exactly? What's he going to do to you?

A moment later you feel his fingers stroke through your pussy. His fingers are cold, a bit, and strangely slick, as they stroke past your clit and press up into you, eliciting a delighted gasp --

Realization hits. This is lube. He thinks you might need lube.

You have never, ever needed lube. Not in that hole. Now is very much not an exception. You stifle a laugh. If he cares enough to apply lube, you're going to be fine.

Your laugh turns into a moan as his fingers twist inside you, exploring your insides up and down, rubbing that slick lubricant in thoroughly. And then he pulls out, and a moment later his cock presses into you.

Karl is big. Big, and hard, and thrusting into you with real strength, and now you understand why he did the lube thing, because his thick cock pounds into you to the hilt, and your whole body rocks from the impact.

You make a startled noise, somewhere between shock and delight. "Good," Karl says. "Hold still." And he starts fucking you in earnest.

It's a lot of sex -- big and thick, in and out, his thighs slapping into your ass with each stroke. You're not sure if Karl knows what a G-spot is, but he's hitting it hard. You can feel the climax building.

You brace against the tree as best you can. One breathy moan runs into the next, until you're not moaning any more, but shrieking, driven to the brink of ecstasy. He grabs your hair and pulls backwards, hauling you even harder onto his cock. The sudden shock pushes you over the edge, and you cum and cum and cum, your body clenching over and over around his massive cock.

He pulls out when you're done, breathing hard. "Good," he says. "Too many women do not react well, when they forfeit. They sound... pained. You, Loud Hazel. You I can be proud of. I will post the video."

And he slaps your ass, and he leaves.

You lie there on the tree in post-coital bliss. That's almost sweet! The poor man just wanted to be appreciated!

Someone really should explain to him how foreplay works.

Julia puts a gentle hand on your back. She's warm and soft. "Hazel?" she asks. "He's been gone for five minutes. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you answer, reflexively. "Just a little sore. Help me up?"

Julia pulls you off the tree and frowns at your stomach. "You've got some scratches, there, from rubbing against the tree bark. Want me to try to bandage it?"

"It's fine," you shake your head. "Doesn't feel that bad. Peeling the bandage off would hurt worse than the scrape does."

"I could try a pokemon spray on it?" Julia offers. "They're not really intended for humans, but there's a theory about that --"

You shake your head harder. "Definitely no! Let's head to the forest!"

Julia is great, but there's such a thing as too many theories.