Shuffling into his dorm room feeling the weight of a long day upon him, Florian didn't even notice at first the naked girl lying in his bed, sliding his bag off his shoulders and stepping out of his shoes before doing a double take back to the sight on the bed. Nemona lay sideways along it, her thighs spread out and her body fully on display, her eyes gleaming while she looked at him. "I haven't congratulated you enough yet for becoming a Champion!"
"Nemona?" Florian asked. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was naked enough that surely she wanted him to stare, but it was all so stunning and sudden that he wasn't sure how to respond to this, his voice catching in his throat. He was just tired enough to not really know what to make of this.
"Now that you're a champion too, we're true rivals, Florian! I can bring my real team down on you and be real competition, but before we do that, I want to show you that we can do other things to get along, too." She pulled herself upward, trying to act like a sultry temptress, flashing him bedroom eyes. "I'm sure you've never done this before, and I want to be the one to teach you how to make love. I can show you the ropes, just like I showed you the ropes of Pokemon training, and maybe one day you'll be just as good at--"
Florian threw himself forward without any real thought or concern for what he was doing or how outrageous this was all about to be. He didn't feel like he had the time for patience or control here, just mashing amiss against her lips and shoving forward with a single-minded need to shut her up in the moment. He didn't waste time on it, going for the kiss with his outrageously cute 'rival' that he'd been waiting for, one that caught her off guard with its ferocity and with just how hard he took the initiative to jump onto her. He didn't waste a moment in seeking out even more though, dropping to his knees and spreading her legs out.
It only took one lick along her slit for Nemona to thrash on the bed with a wild, panicked realization that she was dealing with more than she expected. "Beginner's luck?" she whined in dizzy fever while he got his tongue to work at licking desperately down into her snug pussy. She felt the weight of pure weirdness hit her, the crushing heat and strangeness of feelings that left her utterly powerless under the pressure behind all of it. But his next licks followed, precise and forward and just as intense. "Have you been having sex without me?' she whined.
Florian hooked his hands in underneath her legs and wrapped them back around while pulling himself deep in to her mound, sloppily and greedily devouring her with the pressure and the fire of someone how knew exactly what he needed to do and how he could make this work. There was no reason or restraint behind any of it, no moment where he tried to hold back on what he could do. He wanted to impress upon Nemona immediately that he was no mere novice who was going to need her guidance in the bedroom.
"Okay, maybe I came in a little unprepared," gasped Nemona, her body easing back while she tried to center herself. His licks were so forceful, so greeds, and the aggression behind what he could do to her was getting to be a lot more than she was sure how to respond to, impressing her deeper and hotter. "I should have known you would be amazing at this! You're so good at everything you try, Florian. Of course you're already on my level in the bedroom. You're so talented!" She tried to lean into encouragement to cover up for that while he devoured her pussy so intensely. She did genuinely adore this development, but she'd come in here prepared for such a different kind of time.
To dive in and overwhelm Nemona was the only way Florian felt he could establish things as being different in the bedroom. He wasn't going to need her help, wasn't her junior, wasn't someone who needed to develop at all. Proving that to Nemona was the best way to establish these new ways and to get her sweet voice singing his praises without any notes of him reaching where she was. No, Florian fucked on a level above her, and he was going to prove it with each lick that wore at her focus and melted her composure down, that challenged her thoughts in the face of crushing bliss. He was out to make her fall to pieces, and with each shove forward he eagerly let her have it, let the desires melt her thoughts down into gooey surrender, the sublime release of being adored so completely.
But Florian had a secret in wait, and he didn't linger too long on her pussy when there were bigger prizes. No, he pushed onward to serve the desperate needs and pressures, a chaos more potent and more depraved by the second. He flipped her around on his bed and then buried his face into her big butt, fingers dig into her cheeks to spread them out so he could shove his tongue right up her as and blow her mind.
"Wait, that's not a place to--" Nemona shrieked through the first press of a tongue against her ass hole, the shock of where he was licking hitting her just a second before she could rationalize the pleasures it offered. She'd never felt anything like this, and the pulse of sweeping chaos left her suddenly in over her head, gasping out in wild confusion. "What are you doing? This isn't right, butts aren't for--oh, Arceus, what is this?" Nemona felt her thoughts buckle, her legs trembling under the insistence and weirdness of these touches, under something she didn't know how to meet. This was a mess of excessive and shivering excitement to have to take, something she was losing her mind to.
The way Nemona responded to having her ass eaten made Florian smile, now very aware he was pushing new ground with her while he devoured her tight backdoor. He spared no efforts amid the frantic kisses, amid the licks slithering around her rim, the insistence that helped show her what pleasures he could show her. His fingers found her clit, toying with it while she ground her slit against the sheets. Her arousal was making a mess of his bedding, and he was happy to prove he could blow her mind.
Having her mind blown involved not shutting up, it seemed. "Is this really a thing people do?" she whined. "It feels so weird. It's good though. It's really good. Is this why people stare at my butt so much? Someone called it a--a cake once. Is it cake because people want to eat it out? That's so crazy! I don't think it looks like a cake at all, but you're really eating it out so hard it might as well. Wow, and here I was upset I didn't bake you anything. I can bake a really good cake, you know! I'm not all about battling. Sometimes I really like t--" She thankfully spilled off into dizzier moans, expressing the haze of growing more erratic and needy, the struggles leaving Nemona powerless to handle what Florian did to her.
The greedy insistence he pushed forward with desperately sought to quell the writhe of pure insanity burning through her. Florian kept his pace on eating her ass, these selfless pleasures setting the stage for what he would soon do to her when he was able to take charge and blow her mind in some much more selfish ways. A messy, ruthless rimjob was a good start just to make sure she was giving in to things he could take care with. He didn't say a word, he just rimmed, just pushed her to these wild, new heights of pleasure with total confidence in what he was going to be able to make her feel.
As the rush of shuddering pleasures crashed down upon her, Nemona let loose wild gasps of a dizzy ecstasy fully expressing her collapse into pure chaos. She melted under all of it, a gasping wreck thrashing madly under the excitement. Woven gasps of, "Florian!" and, "Fuck!" filled the air as Nemona surrendered herself hopelessly to these excitements. Nemona fell to pieces in a loving fit of ecstasy, the excitement burning across her with wild, maddening results. She collapsed under the weight of pure fascination, loving every second of these joys as they set her aflame. Her puss made a sticky mess of his hand and of his sheets, and he was happy to leave her twisting through the first orgasm she'd ever been rimmed to while he rose up and finally started at his shorts.
"I know my way around," he finally said, understated confidence and steadiness leaving Nemona a little dizzy and baffled under the weight of pure delirium and excitement, the pleasures she was hopelessly unprepared to deal with.
Hands grabbed her legs and rolled Nemona around again. She went without a complaint, flopping onto her back and left to stare at the long, thick cock between Florian's legs. "Wait, that's been in your shorts this whole time?" she asked, stunned by the display just long enough to watch him descent upon her, his big dick in hand and his body coming crashing down upon hers. He slipped his cock forward with a confident stroke to fill her up, his other hand groping at her perky breasts while he eased his way in. "Have you ever heard that true, fated rivals have crazy sex all the time?" she asked.
"No, and that's probably not true anyway, but I'm down." Working his hips up to a steady and enjoyable pace was an easy push into a hungry groove wasting no time in the steady climb. he didn't hold much back in the way he moved upon her, confidence driving his hips to indulge now in these wicked delights. Florian didn't want to hold anything back, didn't want to contain the pressures and the greeds demanding his lustful insistence. It was a pleasure that just felt right, the steadying heat and want of giving in to all of this, of leaving everything but pure need behind. Nemona offered an over-eager and overconfident partner who he felt well poised to completely overwhelm.
Nemona's hopeless whines became a dizzier, hazier expression of excess and confusion, the burn of feelings wearing her down harder by the second, guiding her into a fit of unfocused joy too potent to resist. Florian's big dick pounding into her was not how she'd thought this would go. She thought she'd be riding on top and tenderly showing him how good a girl's body could feel, but Florian was so insistent and so forceful that she didn't feel like any of that would even be right. "You fuck a lot like you battle. There's so much intensity in what you do! It's really exciting."
Shoving down against her lips with more kisses, Florian was happy to keep pushing for more of that. "And just like with battling, there's a winner and there's a loser," he told her. He was just messing with her, but it worked; her eyes went wide and panic shuddered its way across her body with little in the way of sense to all of it, the throb of pressures and excitements climbing up wilder upon her. It wasn't something that Nemona was sure how to take. Did she want to lose at sex? What would that involve? Was it a bad thing? That left her bucking against him, trying to keep up with this.
"I can't lose at sex too!" Nemona gasped. "What do I have to do to win? I'll win. I'll be competitive in the bedroom too!"
Florian responded by pinning her wrists to the bed and holding her down. "I don't think you can," he told her, and kept up the indulgences of wild slams into her, ones that made Nemona's voice skip and jump about under the shaky ecstasies that just had to come out. She was losing her focus and falling harder apart underneath feelings determined to undermine her focus completely. "I think I've already won." His overbearing push into dominance left he twisting harder. He knew he was probably being a bit unfair in toying with her like this, but what it offered was something too fun to handle. Seeing fiercely competitive and overly energetic Nemona deal with 'losing at sex' felt like a fun way to redirect all of her energy away from her usual fare.
"I can't lose," whined Nemona, but she was a mess of lip bites and ragged breaths, staring up at Florian with less and less certainty about how to handle all that kept happening to her. She was so powerless to deal with how he was coming on, the forceful indulgences of his touch melting her thoughts down, reducing them to a foggy joy and a mushy need that didn't feel right. There was so much to this mess that felt exhausting and weird, like the perfect angle to Push on and make sure she was falling to pieces. Never had Nemona felt less prepared to deal with everything happening around her, and she felt like all thoughts came crashing down in the fit of wild chaos it offered.
"You already did," was Florian's smug way of sealing the deal as he slammed down one last time into Nemona and the unbelievable tightness of her pussy, groaning his way through proving just how unprepared she was to handle him. He came inside of her, the deep, unprotected creampie sending her over the edge into thrashing excitement. As Florian groaned and grunted and heaved atop her, Nemona was in an outright fit of thrashing chaos, the brilliant ecstasy of pleasures she couldn't make any kind of clear sense of, the burn of feelings and worries too stormy to be able to contain. There was no escaping these joys, no fighting how nice it felt to collapse underneath it all, until she had simply nothing left. Florian had dominated her utterly, and she was left ragged underneath him.
"I lost," whined Nemona, her body dizzy and trembling. "I didn't think you could lose at sex, but you... Wow, you really won." She'd taken creampies before. Never had one felt like it was such a declaration of victory as this one did.
Florian pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, still rock hard. "And since you lost, you've got to clean me up," he told her.
Ideally, Nemona would have had a second to gather herself. She knew she needed one pretty hard. But there was some sense of twisted pride on the line in her mind; she'd given up too much already to let anything be left to chance, so she pulled herself up and shifted forward. Florian sat himself back against the wall, and Nemona set down between his legs. "If this is what a loser has to do, then I'll happily give the winner his treat," she said, taking his dick in hand, still not even fully back in control of her breathing as she settled in to praise him.
Sloppy licks along his thick cock clumsily sought to do for him what he'd done for her, and immediately, she knew she wasn't on his level. It was a shocking experience amid the slither of her tongue with imprecise motions that lacked a certain sense of purpose and certainty about what she was doing. She tried to keep up with these feelings and do what she was supposed to do, but it was all so much easier said than done in the face of these insistences. What was she doing here? How ready was she for any of this?
"A winner deserves more than being licked," he told Nemona, a smile confident and set on his face while he lounged back. "Open up for it, Nemona. You'll never improve if you don't push yourself."
The words hit the terminally over-motivated girl hard. Her mouth opened and she shoved herself down the big dick without a shred of self-respect or self-control, diving in to begin sucking down deep, to get to work at completely losing herself to all of this. She felt the weight of it heavy upon her, the insistence and the push of sloppy chaos driving her to crave some semblance of stability and focus. The size of Florian's cock was an immediate obstacle, but Nemona knew that she needed to prove she could push her limits and get better, or else she was never going to be able to win against Florian.
That meant sucking him down, stubborn and insistent even as she gagged on the slide of his head into her throat. She had to try, stroking wildly along his shaft, staring up at him with her big, needy eyes while she went. There was no giving up. Nemona was proud of her ability to keep persevering. She strode to get better, and now sex was just another thing she was going to have to prove she was the best at. Nemona did everything she could to impress him and pay him his reward for beating her, even if that meant pushing herself too far past her limits.
"That's more like it," Florian said. "I guess I'll be the one showing you the ropes when it comes to sex, because you really need some practice." He couldn't contain the excitable self-superiority that this offered him. "If you want our rivalry to involve sex, then there's a lot of work to do. Think you're up to it?'
Was Nemona shaking out of embarrassment, or because she was choking on her rival's dick? She wasn't even sure anymore, but she kept up the pace of sucking and serving and trying to impress him, the struggle of delving chaos keeping up weirder feelings, making for something as wild and as weird as could be, the pleasures of delving in deeper, weirder, too hot to deal with now. Nemona did what she could to keep up with him, and in return she felt herself falling to pieces, the struggle of wild excitement and fever too indulgent to take. She had to make him feel good. He got her off twice, and that first time still blew her mind so intensely that She felt like the only way forward was to do anything in her power to satisfy him.
Her strokes got more desperate as she sucked her juices off of his cock, wondering what it would take to get him off. She felt like she was working for too long at it, like he'd gotten her off faster and that she was only proving how much she had to catch up. In truth, Florian fought his own orgasm as hard as he could, gritting his teeth and fighting the desire to meet her gaze, struggling to hold off his load for every second he could in in the name of widening the gap. It was a bit of a cruel joke to draw it out like this, but he felt the need heavy upon him to make sure Nemona took away a sense of what she'd need to do to 'improve'.
But it couldn't last forever. With a hot, eager gasp of wild excitement, Florian did ultimately lose himself in her mouth. His erupting cock shot too much cum for her to catch all of, left jerking back to keep jerking him off all over her face, to let ropes of his cum glaze her freckled face and make a bigger mess of her. "I'll do better!" she gasped.
Florian held back his desire to want to compliment how well she'd already done in handling his cock through sheer force of will.
"The only way I can get better at sex is to keep having it, so I hope you're ready to fuck as often as we fight!" Nemona said, pulling away from Florian and up to her knees with bright-eyed resolve. She refused to be intimidated or held back. "I'm going to become the best at sex and I'm going to blow your mind. We just need to have a ton of it so I can train! Then I'll be on your level!" Florian watched as, recovering from her weariness through an almost inhuman level of energy, Nemona returned to her normal self. "That means we need to go right now. Right now! I'm going to go until I'm too tired to, because training is about pushing yourself!"
Grabbing hold of his cock, Nemona slammed herself onto it, shoving her breasts into his face while hammering down onto him, and Florian realized too late that in his attempt to toy around with her for some fun dominance, he had awoken an absolute monster.