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In the Eye of the Storm (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 415)
🕑 Added 2025-08-30 23:29:55 +0000 UTCMorgan's claws raked down Brandy's thigh, tearing fabric with a screech and dragging hot lines across her skin. The ectoplasm bubbled against her flesh, flooding her nerves until Brandy's legs shook. She sagged back into Dani's arms, body quivering, lips parted in a moan that Morgan stole with a brutal kiss.
The Murkrow's mouth was relentless. Tongue driving deep, teeth scraping her lips raw and peppering her with kisses so fierce they felt more like bites. Every time Brandy tried to gasp for air, Morgan retook her, devouring her breath, smearing that green glowing Ghost light across her face until Brandy glistened. Dani's cheeks burned against Brandy's breast as she tried to hold Brandy upright, her hands trembling against Brandy's ribs as she threw all her strength into it.
"Slide back and hold her higher," Morgan snarled against Brandy's lips, the storm around them roaring higher. Dani obeyed with a squeak, hooking her arms under Brandy's armpits and slipping around Brandy's body, pressing her chest to Brandy's back so she could try to keep her steady. That let Morgan lean in harder, claws clutching Brandy's hips, grinding their thighs together and making Brandy dance in a dizzy rhythm.
Across the room, Calcine's flaming fist slammed into Val again. Their teapot body cracked with each blow, shards flying, but Val only threw her head back and laughed, reveling in it as she scooped Calcine with her shield and threw her back. Their impacts shook the warped floor, rattling through Brandy's bones, aftershocks to Morgan's frenzied bites.
Morgan's Hurricane was building rapidly. The gale whipped arcade cabinets free of the walls, neon screens bursting in bright explosions that spiraled into the cyclone. Trick Room groaned, warped walls folding in as the storm began to grow larger than the trap they were in.
Brandy pressed herself against Morgan, her body rubbing against the slick ectoplasm that coated her feathers. Brandy let her hand drift down Morgan's body, slow and purposeful, until she reached Morgan's cock and slid her fingers around it, cradling the stiff flesh in her palm. She gave it a firm squeeze, her thumb brushing along the underside as she dragged out a slow stroke, loving the way Morgan's whole body jolted in response.
Brandy leaned in so she could huskily whisper in her ear. "I've been so proud of you lately."
It was almost unfair to do this, and Brandy wouldn't have if she didn't fully mean it. That little drop of affirmation was deadly to someone like Morgan, who always felt like she couldn't really ever belong in a group.
Morgan's wings spread wide, then snapped around Brandy like a cage, black feathers highlighted with the glowing green of Trick-or-Treat's ectoplasm. The warmth of Brandy's breath filled the small space between them, her hand still working slow, deliberate strokes that made Morgan shudder with every pass. Morgan's eyes flared wide, glowing crimson, her talons digging deeper into Brandy's hips as if anchoring herself to this moment.
"Say that again," Morgan rasped, her voice cracked and trembling with want. She bent low, her forehead pressing to Brandy's as if she needed to feel the words spoken against her lips.
Brandy tilted her chin up, brushing a kiss across Morgan's lips, her thumb teasing another twitch from Morgan's shaft. "I'm proud of you. I want to be with you forever. Every day you make me smile."
Morgan let out a sound like a sob wrapped in a growl, her wings clenching tighter, pinning Brandy to her chest. Dani was locked in the winged hug too, mushed up against Brandy's back. The wind outside howled louder, the Hurricane spiraling into a frenzy as Morgan's arousal bled into the storm. Ectoplasm pulsed along her feathers in streaks that matched the thrum of her heartbeat.
She bit at Brandy's collarbone, not enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark, then kissed it reverently. "Mine," she whispered, breath fanning Brandy's neck. "You're mine. I'll never let you go."
"You don't have to cling, I'm not going anywhere."
Brandy slid a hand back, found Dani's fingers, and gently drew her forward. "Come here with me," she murmured.
Morgan's wings loosened just enough for Dani to slip through. Brandy guided her around, shoulder to shoulder beneath the dark fold of feathers, the three of them tucked into the same pocket of still air.
"Look at us," Brandy said to Morgan, voice steady. "Not just me. Us. Dani, Sparky, Calcine ... who you've somehow made even hotter. We're all with you. You don't have to change to keep us. Be yourself. Do what you want. Just do it with us."
Morgan looked at the Magikarp and her big eyes very thoughtfully. Then she caught Dani's chin and lifted it so she could kiss her with the same ferocity she'd shown Brandy. Dani was startled stiff as a board at first, then all her experience kicked in, hands bunching Morgan's feathers as the Magikarp put that special mouth to work.
Dani eased the pace with little pulses of her mouth, pressing, breathing, and pressing again, teaching Morgan a rhythm to kiss to. When Morgan surged forward, Dani met her with a firm slide of lips, then drew back a finger's width so the next kiss had somewhere to go.
Her tongue traced the seam of Morgan's lower lip in a feather-light pass before deepening, a lapping taste that made Morgan shudder. When Morgan got rough, Dani answered with a soft bite to her lip and a hum against her mouth, the vibration teasing a gasp she stole on the next kiss. She kept breathing through her nose, steady and patient, letting Morgan borrow that steadiness; one hand slid to the back of Morgan's neck, fingers circling in small, grounding spirals.
Morgan chased every adjustment. Dani rewarded her by catching her bottom lip and letting it slip free, by skimming the edge of her teeth and then soothing the spot with a lingering press. The kiss stretched and gathered, deeper each time, until Morgan's shoulders finally dropped and her hunger focused. Dani was wiggling against Brandy happily now that they could settle into some real kisses.
Fuck, she really was good. Brandy had a lot to learn.
When the kiss finally broke, Morgan's breath came in quick, shivery bursts, eyes wide and shining. Dani's breath came in hot little pants, her cheeks smeared with ectoplasm where Morgan had messily kissed her.
"Good little fish," Morgan crooned, though her voice was ragged and sharp. "Both of you. Mine."
The gale howled to match. Trick Room's geometry cracked in jagged lines of light, neon fragments spiraling faster into the cyclone.
Cindy squealed from her perch, legs kicking, hands pressed to her cheeks. "Ooohhh, yes! This is so good! I love some frenzied kissing. Get your tongue down her throat, you know you want to!"
Morgan didn't pay her any attention. Her storm was Brandy's moans, Dani's trembling support, the way both clung to her in the gale. She slammed her mouth back over Brandy's, drawing out a delighted gasp and swallowing it with a low growl.
Calcine roared again, a flaming haymaker sending Val spinning towards the thicket of roots that Sparky had disappeared into.
"Bet Calcine pounded you harder," Brandy grinned.
"True," Morgan said, and she laughed, drunk on the love washing around. "I'll give you the juicy details later."
"Dani", Brandy said, her voice high to shout over the swirling Hurricane. "Can give a demonstration!"
"Great idea. Bend Brandy over a bed. Stuff her face into a pillow. Pound her until her mind scrambles." Morgan's cock was throbbing in Brandy's hand, and it was making her sweat a little. It was as if she could physically sense her intention. Morgan really did want to fuck Brandy through something.
All she could do was stroke, kiss, and sandwich Dani between both their breasts. The Magikarp slid down and put her tongue to work, lapping over Brandy's fingers and teasing at Morgan's thick cock with the tip of her tongue. The walls of the Trick Room bent around them, breaking apart like glass. The thicket writhed wildly, roots tearing loose, Nibble's cry rising desperate and cut off.
Oh right. She'd forgotten Nibble's and Chew were here. They must be in the roots. So where was Sparky?
Cindy was cackling atop her cabinet, legs giddily kicking in the air. "Give that Magikarp a facial! Fuck, I have made a monster, and she's the best. Get her ass!"
Morgan shrieked her love one last time and slammed her wings down. The Hurricane detonated outward just as she unloaded into Dani's waiting mouth. The Trick Room shattered into kaleidoscope fragments, the battlefield exploding into ruin.
Through it all, Morgan clutched Brandy and Dani tight, wings sealing them in her storm, her mouth claiming Brandy's over and over until she was shaking. Dani below getting absolutely drenched with cum when her mouth slipped free of Morgan's cock. She didn't sound upset about it.
The winds tappered off, and when calm finally returned, the Trick Room was gone. Cabinets lay in heaps, neon flickered dim, the thicket a twitching mess of roots as a fight roared on inside. Calcine was straddling the giant Val, grinning as she kept her pinned down with a double-handed grip around her throat.
Cindy was sprawled on her belly, the lantern glow faint but still bubbling away with laughter.
"That was awesome. Fuck you for breaking my Trick Room, but also ... awesome."
At the heart of it, Morgan held Brandy and Dani in a cocoon of wings, the green glow slewing off as the Trick-or-Treat faded. Morgan pressed her mouth to Brandy's throat and murmured happily.
"Mine. All of you. Mine."
"Ours." Dani agreed. Then blew a cum bubble. "Maybe a bit too much ours."
Morgan laughed blissfully, her wings sealing them all together tighter. "I can handle Cindy. You two go help Sparky."
"Sure?"
"I'm going to do to her what I want to do to you," Morgan smirked. "This pumpkin is getting fucked to pieces."
"I'm okay with that!" Cindy yelled from the floor. "You're all super hot. I'm not turning you down if you're into little old me."
"Squeeze that belly for me," Brandy said, and gave Morgan a parting pat on the ass.
"And suck her dick!" Dani said as Brandy helped extract her, the poor fish lady's face was painted white. "Or make her suck yours! It's a lovely dick!"
"You're the expert." Morgan fluffed her feathers up. "Don't forget their Trainer is out there."
Brandy wouldn't. She still had questions for them about Shay, and after getting this worked up, she was going to be hearing the answers between their breathless moans.
Comments
Irish Not Sane
Oh dam that was different Brandy explosion then I expected but oh so perfect for Morgan and hell of a way to build Dani into the team.
