Gilded Touches
Gilded Touches She was still a Gardevoir, you know. Sure, she may have been super tough, super physical, super mean, unlike the rest of her species, but she was a Gardevoir nonetheless. And as such, she had their beautiful and alluring looks. The slender body frame, the green hair, the red eyes, not to mention the protruding red crest within their chests. Yeah, she was still a Gardevoir. Roaming through the forest on dainty legs, Cecilia thought it would be wise to head back to the ranch. After all, she didn't want her trainer to fret for her. But the sound of footsteps echoed out behind. She leaned on a tree and crossed her arms, while she felt a burning realization that she knew this being. A smirk was etched on her lips, while his dark nature sent a cool air in the area. "Pierce," she whispered, already knowing his name, "Long time no see..." She felt her hand being gripped, and tightly as well. The tough Gardevoir turned around, seeing a being comprised mainly of blades. Black, gold and red, his arms silver, two crescent blades atop one another on his gut. He was a Bisharp, a pitiless Pokémon that cared little for their victims.
"Cecilia," Pierce said coyly, as he dragged his cold silver arm down her warm cheek. His eyes suddenly grew hard, "Lay down..."
No one ordered Cecilia around, other than her Trainer. To order her would be to sign one's own death certificate. So why, in the name of Arceus, did Cecilia actually do so. She laid down on her back, gazing up to the Bisharp with uncaring and emotionless eyes. Aye, her face lacked emotion as a whole, as if not caring about what was happening.
Pierce descended upon her, his legs parted by her slender ones. He placed his hands upon her sultry legs, feeling the many battle scars she had gained from her years of service to their trainer. While his hands traveled up, so did her long dress, where he eventually revealed her pelvis. And yet, not once did her face shift from that uncaring visage, even as he gazed upon her, surprisingly, wet pussy. And just like her, the Sword Blade Pokémon showed no caring. Cecilia's eyes traveled down to his crotch. What she saw staring back was enough to scare any female. Pierce's cock, like those of all Bisharps, was not fleshy and pink. Any normal prick would be much to weak to handle Cecilia's body. No, his cock was comprised entirely of steel. Bisharps are completely brutal; whether it be in combat, or sex. Cecilia spread her gown out, in order to give Pierce more access to her dripping pussy. It was aching now; pleading to be filled with something. Something hard, silver and cold; something only Pierce could deliver. His cock moved closer and closer to her aching pussy, where the cold steel eventually touched her warm skin. And, with his mighty penis, he started to separate her folds.
Cecilia's grip on the ground increased to the point that she tore clumps of dirt from the ground. It was the first emotional react she had to him, and it made Pierce smirk. That smirk vanished however, when he clenched tightly upon Cecilia's hips. The hidden blades within his arms suddenly shot out, as he gave one mighty thrust into her awaiting cunt.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" she yelped, as eight inches of cold steel rocketed into her body. Drool left Cecilia's lips, as her emotionless face became one of anger and agony. Nonethelss, as she held this visage, she nodded to Pierce. Saying 'keep going'. And he did. Pierce started to buck forward viciously with his hips, sending his silver prick deep into Cecilia's body. The Gardevoir's face started to scrunch up from the feel, as he pushed deeper and deeper into her quivering vagina. Instead of moaning, she started panting, like she was doing some wicked hard running. Was it really that hard for Cecilia to show emotion? It must have been, because she was doing everything in her power to not do so.
Pierce continued to fuck her thoroughly, as his silver cock plunged deep into her naughty pussy. Her cunt squeezed in on his cock, unable to shift it in anyway. No, his silver penis bent to no will, only his own. Cecilia wrapped her legs around Pierce's waist, clenching and holding him close. He leaned tall upon this action, while one of his hands left her hips. Now the dominating party, the mighty Bisharp began to thrust methodically into the Gardevoir. His cock rocketed deep into her, whilst making this sloshing sound due to the juices Cecilia secreted all over herself. She wanted more, he knew this, but he didn't give it to her. He held the power here; all of it. He'd do it to her as he saw fit. Grunting now, Pierce picked up the speed. He began to ram into Cecilia powerfully, poised to break her wild. She gazed up, not with a face of lust, but with still with her angered visage. It was like Cecilia was in a battle, and wasn't actually having sex. Even as lustful drool hung from her lips, and her face was a cherry red, she did not give into temptation. She didn't moan, or beg for his cock. No, to do so would be to lose. And Cecilia never loses.
Now Pierce began to grunt, as his emotionless face grew just as hard and angered as she was. The Gardevoir's hands dug into the ground, as she fought back with all her strength. She started to rock her hips to meet his, effectively helping him fuck her. His silver cock reached even deeper inside her, touching up against her womb. A broken smile cracked on her lips, while her tongue stuck out in lust.
Pierce continued to grunt and groan, as his penis delved deeper into Cecilia. Where was it? Where was the Gardevoir's fucking g-spot!? He couldn't find it, no matter how many times he shifted his dick. Or maybe he had located it, and Cecilia merely has a wicked good 'poker face'. Whatever the case may be, he just couldn't handle it! Cecilia; damn her!
"Ah, ah, ah!" he broke down, gasping for breath he was holding in. He stared to the body of the Gardevoir, watching as she nodded and smiled from the pleasure, and from victory. He didn't want to lose, but dammit did he actually do so! He picked up the speed again, bucking forward like a fucking piston! The sound of skin spanking skin echoing far out in this moonlight wilderness.
"Dammit!" the Bisharp growled, "Just... DAMMIT!"
He finally released his load. Warm, sticky, burning cum, streamed from Pierce's silver penis, and into the Gardevoir's womb. Maybe this was his last attack in this brutal battle, his last offensive. His revenge scheme, if you will.
Pierce's cum kept coming and coming and coming. Cecilia's eyes grew wide, as she expected it to end sometime soon. It never did, however. His semen continued to stain her cunt, filling her up tightly. He even made sure to slam his pelvis up to her, just to make sure no cum could come out. So much, so hot, kept coming, never stopping. Never stopping. Never. Stopping. "Eeeeaaaaaahhhh!" Cecilia shouted. It was the first time in a long time, that she actually sounded like a woman.
Pierce pulled himself from Cecilia's cunt, his silver cock growing flaccid. He watched his cum leak from her quivery pussy. She pressed on her cunt, causing even more to spill out, and at a faster level. So much cum; Pierce really tried to get her. "Fuck... a tie..." she grunted.
"So it would seem," Pierce said, as he tried to catch his breath, "I still can't get you, can I, Cecilia? Not without a fight."
"Not now, not ever," she said, while her hands slid under his helm to bring him close, "But, damn, you came close..."
Their lips met in a passionate kiss. "You came so damn close..."
End