Slow and peaceful (Bad End)

(This is a smut chapter.)

Erika sits beneath a big oak tree and lets out a long yawn, clad in her autumn-themed kimono as usual. And you’re laid face-down across her lap, curling your toes contentedly as her fingers dig around inside your depths. You’re not covered by a scrap of clothing, just the way you like it.

“Ahhhh… isn’t this the best, Emilia?”

“Yeeeaaaaa…” you drone.

The serene setting is one that puts your mind at ease. Not that your mind is terribly troubled. In fact, it’s not much of anything. You scarcely use it except for communicating with Erika. And she’s really easy to talk to. She never asks you anything too difficult, so you can mostly focus on-

“Cuummmiinnggg…” you cry softly.

“Hmhmhm, already? Is it just me, or are you getting more and more sensitive every day?” your tender caregiver wonders aloud. “With such an adorable, wet flower within my reach, I just can’t help but put my fingers in and never take them out~”

Your face flushes with embarrassment at her compliment while your pussy juices up a little bit more in order to meet her expectations. But you quickly reach a point of distress that you have to let Erika know about immediately, as you’re powerless to do anything about it yourself.

“Erika… boobs…” you whine.

“Ah, yes. How could I forget? I simply wasn’t expecting you to climax so quickly. But I should have known better. This delightfully erotic body of yours is always full of surprises.”

After her banter, she grabs your left boob at the base and squeezes it hard and repeatedly, much like the pump for one of those thingies for measuring blood pressure. What’s it called-

“*AAAAHHH-AHHH-AHH-ahhh-ahhhhhhh…*” you moan, your voice drenched in a lewd tone. Milk sprays in rapid bursts from your nipple, causing an intense rush of pleasure through your boob. That release was so good… Squirting into the bottles is nice, but it can’t beat the times when you’re allowed to just spray your milk all over the ground without a care in the world. Even if it is kind of a waste. Uh… what were you thinking about?

You moan again as Erika moves to your right tit. So good so good…! You grin widely and your eyes roll back as stream after stream escapes, and the pressure in your chest is relieved. Whatever you were thinking about isn’t nearly as important as your unending affection for Erika, and how much you appreciate her expert care for your hopelessly needy body.

“That’s a good girl…” the raven-haired beauty coos. “You know… your breasts have always been quite magnificent. From the moment I saw you, I was completely taken aback by their size and their pearlescent white skin hue. But it seems as though they’ve gotten even bigger since you arrived. Not that I mind at all~. In fact, I rather like it. What do you think, Emilia? Do you think your wonderfully large breasts have gotten larger since I started milking them?”

Your eyes slowly roll downwards to their normal position and refocus on the pink-coated world. The gears in your brain slowly turn, trying to produce thoughts amidst your afterglow. You don’t try too hard though. Erika warned you that’s dangerous. Eventually you reach a very wise and intelligent decision.

“Yes!” you declare enthusiastically. She must be right, after all. They always feel so big and full. You used to dislike all the attention you got from being a “big-titted girl”, but Erika likes your tits too, so it’s fine if you’ve grown a cup size or two.

“Very good, Emilia~! I think you’re right.”

Your reward comes in the form of Erika locating your g-spot as easily as if it were her favorite hangout. Just like she has hundreds of times before… She rubs it rapidly and with the exact amount of **** needed to spike your nerves with raw ecstasy. Peaceful and happy hums make their way out of her lips as you twitch and tremble on her lap. Your sluggish mind can’t even keep up with your body from getting such a heavy dose of stimulation-

“Cuuuummmiiiinnnggggggg…” you cry weakly, gushing all over the fingers of the lovely woman taking care of you. Getting fingered by Erika is the absolute best, especially when she gets your g-spot…

The kimono-clad woman chuckles as her free hand squeezes more milk out of you. “I have to admit, it is rather amusing how quickly I can make you cum when I want to. And it’s very endearing, too, of course. It makes me look back at the days before you came along and realize how drab and incomplete they were. Say, do you know how long you’ve been here? Do you have any idea, Emilia?”

Your brain registers the question, but can’t put the gears in motion. You’re can’t think like this. Cumming makes your brain not work right. All you can do is moan and gasp, taking in more of the sweet and pleasant air that you’re so accustomed to breathing. You can’t even remember what it was like to breathe outside of Erika’s home, but you know it smelled and tasted way worse. Good thing you’re here instead.

“I suppose I can’t blame you for not knowing,” Erika continues, graciously forgiving you for not even being able to answer. “It’s not as though you’ve seen a clock or calendar since you arrived. But I have a bit of an uncanny ability to keep track of time, and I’m proud to say that you’ve been here for 197 days, 3 hours, 57 minutes, and 29 seconds. And counting~.”

Wow. That’s a long time.

“*UUUOOOOHHH!*” you groan as your sensitive pussy keeps getting stimulated, all while your tits continue getting drained dry. You try to manage something more thoughtful in response to Erika’s statement, but you’re just a simple girl who’s still cumming, so all you can do is cry out lewdly.

“Of course, that amount doesn’t include the ‘incident’ that happened a while back,” she adds with a slightly sullen tone.

“Huh?” you ask, oblivious to what she’s talking about.

“Oh, it was nothing too important. You probably don’t even remember. Some things happened, and you ended up leaving.”

“Huh???” you repeat. Coming down from your orgasm, you gain some minor cognitive ability. “Why would I do that?”

Erika chuckles. “Who knows? We all get some weird ideas sometimes. Ideas about changing our situation, ourselves, our world… It’s silly, really. What’s important is that you came back. Because you’re a smart girl. Aren’t you, Emilia?”

Are you smart? Well duh. That’s obvious. Erika wouldn’t like a stupid girl, and she obviously likes you a lot.

“Uh-huh! I’m smart!” you declare.

“That’s right, Emilia! You’re my smart girl who knows that right here is where she belongs.”

Erika’s thumb finds your clit and circles it like a joystick, making you pant with pleasure before tensing up in another climax. It hits you so quickly that all you can do is pant heavily as her fingers work you over and satisfy your every need. Cumming so hard, and thinking so hard, is tiring you out. It’s time to take a nap. However, your time with Erika is rudely interrupted by the sound of footsteps, followed by a voice.

“H-Hey, are you the Gym Leader around h- What are you doing with that girl!?”

Huh? What’s a Gym Leader?

“Hmm… I suppose I am. And what business might it be of yours, what I’m doing with this precious, innocent girl?” Erika replies.

Oh. She was talking to Erika. Well that’s a dumb question. Erika’s not a “Gym Leader”. Erika is Erika.

“I-I expect a Gym Leader to conduct herself *huff* with more dignity and r-respect!”

You’re mildly annoyed with this visitor, but you’re mostly occupied with your orgasm that has you clenching your toes while Erika playfully uncurls them one at a time.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever had my dignity called into question by a girl with one hand inside her pants before.” She sighs. “I can already tell you’re going to be a problem child. Not at all like Emilia.” Your lovely guardian then directs her attention towards you. “Emilia, would you like to watch a pokemon battle?”

“Yes!” you answer on reflex. Pokemon battles are so cool and exciting! They feel strangely nostalgic, too, in a way you can’t really explain.

“Good~. Then let’s go to the field. Once you’re done cumming, of course,” Erika giggles. “You may even end up with a new friend.”