Ash smiled as his eyes roamed over Misty's trembling form-her skin glistening with sweat, her face flushed deep pink, her pupils wide with desperation.
Bound and helpless, her body shook under his gaze. The gags teased her tongue relentlessly, their rhythm quickening with every muffled moan she failed to suppress.
Misty's small breasts rose with each tired breath, nipples stiff and aching. Between her thighs, her swollen folds throbbed, oversensitive from Pikachu's earlier service
The desire to have a cock inside her burned hotter. She wanted to be fucked like Daisy and Delia, to feel Ash's thick, hard cock claiming her wet pussy.
Ash stepped closer and he said, "Tell me, Misty... do you want this?" His cock hung heavy between them…
He didn't wait for an answer. His hands moved up her sides before pressing against her small breasts, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples.
He rolled them just hard enough to make her jerk against her ropes, a broken sound catching in her throat. He dipped lower, his tongue teasing in slow circles around her clit.
He already knew.
Pikachu had played with her pussy, making her come at least twice already and Misty was on the edge, her mind hazy, her body squirming and leaking love juice.
She needed him inside her, needed the stretch of his cock more than air.
But Ash wasn't done teasing. Her hips bucked when his tongue flicked harder, her muffled cries turning frantic.
Tears welled in her eyes due to a mix of overstimulation and helpless pleasure.
He didn't care. His fingers pinched her pink nipples, pulling hard enough to make her gasp.
All the while, his mouth worked her clit relentlessly.
Misty's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. She was torn between the overwhelming pleasure and the fear of what was to come if he continued to tease her swollen pussy. Her body ached for release, but her mind screamed for mercy.
She knew if she did not agree, he would continue to do this. But she didn't want to bow to him: the man who forced himself on her.
Five minutes later, her back arched violently as another orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs shook, her pussy squirting against his lips.
Her chest heaved, her entire body trembling in the aftershocks.
Ash pulled back, licking his lips, before holding his hard cock again in front of her hazy eyes.
"Do you want it?" he asked. "I will stop after having sex four times. But I don't want to do it if you don't like it. I'll just make you have continuous pleasure like this until you beg for it."
He teased "It's up to you, Misty. Like I said before, I just want to have sex four times."
Her exhausted mind barely registered the threat, but her body reacted instinctively. She couldn't take it, "No… not again."
Misty's will was already fractured, worn thin, as if agreeing to four more rounds might finally buy her peace.
As the look on his face made it clear: he had no intention of stopping before then.
And if she refused? The consequences would be worse.
He would keep going, teasing, tormenting, dragging out pleasure until her body betrayed her.
She will come again and again. No penetration, no mercy, just the cruel, unrelenting aftershocks of a broken mind already pushed past its limits.
With a weak, reluctant nod, she finally surrendered.
A smile appeared against Ash's lips and he kissed her deeply before lining himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against her dripping entrance.
One slow, deep thrust was all it took to bury his shaft inside her to the wet cave.
Her walls stretched around him, already tight, already perfect. Wet, filthy sounds filled the air as he fucked into her, each snap of his hips striking that sweet spot deep within.
The gag's tentacles still teased her tongue, her pleasure mounting with every brutal stroke.
Dozens of relentless thrusts later, Ash finally reached his limit. A low groan tore from his throat as he shoved in deep and released into her. Her small womb welcomed every wave of his release, overfilled and aching while his cum flooded her.
Misty trembled beneath him, her body still shaking from her own climax just moments before.
After that, he leaned over her, his fingers tracing the ropes that bound her legs which were trembling from exhaustion.
Then, he began untying the rope, his voice making a low sound against her ears.
"Misty... I'm going to free your legs now. Be good and don't resist... This way, we can try a better position. It'll feel even better, I promise. Like you are in heaven."
Her heart pounded wildly at his words. As the ropes loosened, she wanted to fight, to kick, to scream, but her body refused.
Her limbs felt weightless, useless, as if the last of her strength had melted away under his touch. A quiet voice in her mind whispered, Just give up... There's no point...
Ash's hands moved as he worked, his fingers gliding over her socks, soft, slightly wet with sweat, clinging to her soft white calves. He traced the curve of her ankle, his thumb pressing around it savoring the way the material stretched over her delicate feet.
Misty trembled as Ash's fingers lingered too long around her lower legs.
When she looked at him, she was torn between how he wouldn't even leave her legs alone and the way his hungry eyes devoured every inch of exposed skin.
She wanted to resist, but it was pointless, as her body was no longer in her command.
Ash admired her foot a moment longer. Then he untied the ropes and pulled out a yoga ball.
This wasn't some sex toy, just his mom's exercise ball. But for Misty, who wouldn't move on her own, it would work perfectly.
In one swift motion, he lifted Misty and placed her on it.
The soft surface pressed against her back as the ball rolled slightly, adjusting her hips, tilting them up, and exposing her even more. This position allowed for deeper penetration, enhancing the angle and intensity of each thrust.
Then, he placed her leg over his shoulder.
Without warning, he slammed into her already filled pussy with a force that made her gasp. Her back arched as he filled her completely, stretching her further than before.
Every thrust rocked the ball, making her body bounce helplessly. Her stomach tightened with each hit of his cock, and a visible bulge forming where his thing passed.
She could feel it, as her womb clenching, swelling unnaturally under his brutal thrusts.
Ash groaned, fingers digging into her thigh as his tongue dragged up her calf. Teeth caught the edge of her sock, peeling it down to expose soft skin beneath. Sweat and cotton clung to his tongue, "fuck…" that alone made him exited.
Her scent-salt and heat-filled his mouth as he licked higher, tracing the arch of her foot.
His hips pistoned faster, his cock swelling impossibly harder. The yoga ball tilted her hips at just the right angle, forcing her to take him deeper than she thought possible.
Yet her body still moved with his, limp and bent, as if every last shred of resistance had been fucked clean out of her.
After dozens of deep thrusts, Ash emptied himself into her with a growl.
Misty's stretched walls fluttered around him as another hot wave filled her already swollen womb.
"Misty...can you feel it?" Ash growled, watching her body respond.
"That greedy little pussy is drinking every last drop."
Her abdomen quivered, the slight swell of her belly making her look thoroughly filled.
But when Ash finally withdrew, his cock glistening with their mixed release, a trickle escaped down her trembling thighs.
Misty's vision blurred; she could feel her stomach was overfilled. Pleasure and shame twisted together…
Ash asked, rubbing his sweat from his forehead, "How was it, Misty? Did you feel good?"
Misty remained silent, her body answering for her.
The last round had been different, it was deeper, more consuming. With the help of the ball and Ash's relentless thrusts, every movement sent shockwaves through her.
Her hips had moved on their own, her body surrendering completely as he reached places that made her toes curl involuntarily…
Next, he removed all the ropes, but not the gag, as he still felt like she might bite him. For Misty, trying to fight back was pointless; not only was he stronger, but she was also tired and Pikachu was also by their side, watching and rubbing her own pussy, cumming multiple times, thinking Ash was fucking her.
Ash said, "Misty put your arms around my neck and Legs around my waist, now." Before she could think, he lifted her effortlessly, aligning her pussy with his hard cock and slamming into her.
Their bodies moved together in a relentless rhythm, skin pressed flush as Ash drove into her again and again, until with one final thrust, he spilled inside her, pushing her over the edge. Misty's back arched sharply, a silent cry of pleasure tearing through her as she cum once again.
As her body collapses on him, trembling from overstimulation, Ash can feel her exhausted expression-the way her limbs shook weakly. He knew, without a doubt, the next one would be their last round.
Ash lowered her gently onto the soft ground, covering her body with his.
His thrusts slowed-deep, measured, drawing out every second. "Last round, Misty," he breathed, unsure if she could even hear him.
The gag was gone now, tossed aside. It didn't matter anymore if she bit or screamed; he just needed to make this round memorable for both of them.
This might be their final moment together. He'd promised she could leave after doing it with him for five times and he intended to keep his word. The thought only made him hold her tighter.
Their lips met, his tongue sliding against hers.
Misty could feel it, Ash's tongue was different, nothing like the gag's cold and emotionless tentacles.
This was the man's warm tongue who had forced himself on her, now tracing the shape of her mouth as if he wanted to remember it forever. His hands followed, teasing every sensitive spot until her body came once more under his touch.
When Misty arched in climax, he followed, spilling into her with a groan.
She shuddered at the overwhelming sensation, nails biting into his shoulder, whether to push away or pull closer, even she didn't know.
Exhausted and satisfied, they drifted to sleep in each other's arms.
A message appeared:
[ Mission: Make Misty your slave (complete)
Reward: Skill cloning- 1 clone per day, can last for 1 hour, has infinite stamina, and the host can possess or control it (!) ]
Nearby, Pikachu shook his head as he gathered their scattered clothes. After tidying up, the little Pokémon curled against Ash's side, joining the pair in them at rest.