Perspective Shift: Raven

Word from the author: Not super relevant to this chapter, but I wanted to address a change I’ve made after a suggestion from Sarckle. Text conversations are now treated as being had through TPP, giving me a place to actually use all the handles I’ve come up with. So a conversation between Red and Blue is between @Trainer_Red and @BadBitchBlue. I’ve edited earlier chapters to reflect this. Character Profile chapters will include people’s handles from now on, if they are known. Thank you again for the idea Sarckle! :D

Rose, dragging you by the hand, leads you back up to your shared room in the Pewter City Pokécenter. You’re just carrying your shirt and bra, your large breasts flopping around as you run up the stairs topless. You know that you won’t need clothes on anytime soon; the revelry isn’t over for you and your lover, and your heart races thinking about what’s next.

Reaching the door to your room, the pink-haired girl wastes no time in unlocking it, then pulling you in and shutting it behind you. “We’re all alone now… my little cuck~.”

You shiver as Rose breaths the words against your neck, your arousal returning in full ****. It’s true, you aren’t just a voyeur… you’re a cuckquean. You do love watching people have sex, but you love watching your lover have sex most of all… especially with men. With those that have a way to pleasure her that you don’t. You used to feel… ashamed, by this desire. Disgusted even. You practically hated yourself. But, when you finally confessed your fantasy to your longtime girlfriend, she took control and made all of the negativity vanish for you… and has given you everything you could ever ask for.

“Over to the bed. Now.” The smaller girl says firmly, and still dragging you by the arm. You drop your unneeded top and bra to the floor, allowing yourself to be led to the bed. “Now, strip me.” Rose commands. You quickly oblige her, pulling off her tight yellow tank-top and removing her pale blue bra, freeing her D-cups. They match yours in size, despite her being 4 inches shorter than you. There’s no time to admire her though, you have to finish disrobing the tanned girl. Removing her floral pattern yellow skirt, you reveal Rose’s smooth legs and pale blue panties, still wet with her own juices and… Daniel’s cum.

You gently, almost reverently, pull the panties off of your now dominant girlfriend, exposing her shiny lower-lips that are leaking a small trail of semen. Now naked, Rose sits down on the edge of the bed, beckoning you forward with a single curled finger. Kneeling, you crawl forward until you are right in front of your lover, her tantalizing slit mere inches from your face.

“Time for your treat. Eat up.”

At her words you dive forward, nearly salivating from a twisted hunger. You lap up the delicious cocktail of sexual fluids oozing from your girlfriend’s pussy, relishing the taste of her and her earlier lover. Rose lets out faint moans as your tongue goes to work, and starts stroking your thick black hair lovingly. “Thaaat’s it. Good girl. Clean me up, get a good taste of the stud who fucked me silly. Do a good job tonight, and you’ll be rewarded, cucky.” Her dirty talk spurs your desire on even further, and you push your tongue deep into her sex, sucking out as much jizz as you can possibly manage.

Rose sighs contentedly. “Heh, honestly… I love how pathetic you are. So **** for my love, you’ll do anything I ask, hm?” Her insulting, humiliating words cause the dripping juices in your own panties to become a flood, opening like a faucet. ‘Yesss, Rossse.’ You can’t help but love this, you don’t know why; and you don’t care why. “Get it all, cuck. Every last drop.” Every word is a needle, piercing your heart and making you hornier and hornier.

This goes on for a few minutes, until your mistress pulls you back. You whimper slightly, but you know why she did it. Your work is done… She’s all cleaned up. “Ahhh, excellent. You’re a good cunt-cleaner, if nothing else.” The pink-haired girl smirks down at you, face flushed. “Now, get yourself naked. You aren’t done pleasing me - aren’t done earning your reward.”

Shooting up to a standing position, you peel off your tight, wet blue jeans and your soaked black panties as fast as you can. Turning your attention back to the bed, you see that your lover has prepared something… a double ended black strap-on, 7 inches long for the ‘taker’ end, and with a vibrating attachment for the ‘giver’ end. Holding the vibrators remote, Rose grins at you. “Time for you to fuck me, slut. See if you can do half as good a job as that big boy from earlier.”

Gulping, the wonderful taste of sperm and girlcum still on your lips, you nod. Taking the strap-on, you insert the vibrator portion into your own snatch, and it immediately gets turned on to a low buzz. Stifling a moan, you crawl up onto the bed, kneeling between your girlfriend’s spread legs. After looking at her for permission, you grab her hips and-

“Stop.” Her sharp order makes you freeze instantly, and you look up at her timidly. “I never said you could touch me… get your hands off of me and behind your back, then wait there.” You do as she asks, feeling delightfully admonished, treated like a foolish annoyance. Of course, you had no way of knowing she didn’t want you to use your hands, but that changes nothing… *click* *click* A pair of handcuffs are placed upon your wrists, binding them behind you. “There we go. Now, let’s try again.”

Rose lays back down in the missionary position, looking slightly irritated. That look just makes your heart beat harder, and you swiftly go to line yourself back up with her opening. It’s awkward to do with no hands, and with light vibrations coursing through you, but you do manage to get into a spot where you can thrust forward comfortably. You begin rocking your hips back and forth, pushing the black strap-on in and out of the smaller girl’s tight channel.

“Hm… not bad… nothing compared to the real thing, but I suppose this is the best you can do.” Rose says dismissively, though her face is flushing ever so slightly. Her disparity towards you just turns you on more, every part of your darker fantasies being fulfilled by your pink girlfriend. You begin letting out gasping moans as you pump, when suddenly she stops you again.

“Wait.” Your muscles tense, awaiting her next order. “Your voice is bothering me, you need to be quieter… oh, here. Open wide.” Your mistress grabs her panties - which you thought were on the ground, so she must have picked them up at some point - and jams them into your waiting mouth. You’re now gagged by her balled-up underwear, and by the taste of her and Daniel’s mixed orgasms… YESSS.

“Now, continue. This is your last chance, make me cum if you want your reward, bitch.” The smaller girl says harshly, out of patience. Her mean words and indifferent treatment of you, combined with the intoxicating taste in your mouth and the pleasant vibrations in your pussy, are making you light-headed. **** to please, you begin pushing your hips into hers with abandon, trying your best to fuck her hard in your awkward position. The handcuffs dig into your wrists, and your moans are muffled by the dirty panties stuffed between your lips… you may be in heaven.

Despite her aloof act, it’s just that; an act. Rose begins squirming under your intense pounding, twitching as she nears an orgasm. All of this buildup has had an effect on her, and she may be even closer than you after your cunnilingus on her earlier. “Mmm… Ah! There we go! Now you’re - hah! - trying! Not even close to as good as - ohhh - Daniel, but I might actually… Cumming!”

Your lover convulses on your rubber cock, her climax causing her to shake as it runs through her nervous system. You keep thrusting, vainly trying to add to your own pleasure, but it’s not enough. After a few minutes of drawing out Rose’s orgasm with your continued efforts, she puts up a hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“That was impressive, considering it was done with a replica dick. I would say you’ve earned your reward.” Out of breath and beet-red, Rose grips the remote in her hand. Suddenly, the vibrations inside your needy cunt multiply by what feels like a factor of ten, and you fall onto your side, writhing in pleasure. Release overtakes you quickly, and you scream through your panty-gag, trembling as your lust pushes past its breaking point.

It doesn’t end there though. Rose sits up, staring down at you blankly as she leaves the vibrator on max… or, what you thought was max. Your lover’s face twists into a wicked grin, and she flicks a switch on the remote in her hand.

The already incredible sensations double again, and you are left to just keep on cumming, over and over again. Rose starts to laugh, and this just adds more arousal to the mix, as you violently shake and shout. You can’t remove the vibe even if you wanted to with your hands cuffed, so you just ‘suffer’, unending pleasurable agony driving you mad. You squirt out gout after gout of love juices, soaking the bedsheets thoroughly, having both many climaxes and one long one at the same time. Thought leaves your mind, replaced by a fog of empty horniness, and love for Rose.

It’s impossible for you to know how long she leaves you like this. But when it finally stops, you all but pass out from exhaustion. Moments later, you feel gentle hands pull the balled-up underwear from your mouth. “How was that, Raven? Okay?”

You smile dreamily up at your incredible girlfriend, satisfied beyond belief. “Amazing, Rose. Thank you so much.”

A tense look leaves the pink-haired girls face. “Oh, good. It wasn’t too much? I didn’t go too far?”

You shake your head. “Nope. That was perfect. I love you~.”

Rose is always like this after one of these sessions. She’s happy to fulfill your fantasies - enjoys it, even - but she always checks to make sure you’re still having a good time, that this hasn’t stopped being fun or has gone too far. She does this for you, and you appreciate it more than anything. All the dirty talk, the insults and humiliation, the minor cruelty… it’s to make you feel good.

“I love you too~. Now, mind if we do things my way for a while? Or are you too tired?” Your pink lover undoes the handcuffs, allowing you to rub your sore wrists.

“I’ve got a bit left in me. Let’s keep going.” You stare lovingly into the shorter girl’s pink eyes. Her way of sex… hot and fast, but loving and happy. You enjoy it, just not as much as she does; like a reverse of her opinions on your fetish.

Rose grins. “Great! Gimme that strap, I’m fucking you this time!” Happy to oblige, the two of you switch roles. You have sex several more times that night, passionately and fiercely, before you’re both too tired to go on. As you fall asleep, your fantasy-fulfilling girlfriend’s head in your bust, you wonder to yourself; ‘How did I get so lucky?’