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Snorlaxin' A Bit More (LTVB Side Story - Isla 3)
🕑 Added 2025-05-27 22:59:37 +0000 UTCHi hi! We'll be back to the regular schedule next chapter, so don't worry back to Calcine and Morgan's dating disaster very soon. But for now! More of Isla and her many exes!
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As fun as Josie had been, the relationship had a time limit. Josie liked teaching women to be adventurous, and eventually, her work with Isla was done. She still met the Obstagoon to dance now and then in dark bars, but they both knew it was becoming more of an enjoyable friendship than a committed relationship. In fact, Josie had been trying to set up Isla with some of her mosh pit friends, and while it was tempting, Isla had her fill of adventure for a bit and wanted something nice and simple to relax. No pushy but searingly hot cat ladies, no wrestling in the mud while a crowd watched or banging to thumping bar music. Just a nice, honest, homely date.
Beau claimed she'd found Isla just that in just a day, promising that this Pokémon was as simple as they come. Isla had her doubts that Beau could ever serve up something vanilla, but the Luvdisc had promised her she'd enjoy herself, and while Beau could be a rascal, making ladies happy was her calling in life. It'd be foolish to turn the offer down, even if Isla had her guard up this time.
Their date had picked the meeting spot, and it was promising for a nice, normal time. A coffee shop called Blend, the most safe of first date locations. It was cozy inside; wooden beams and stone walls gave it a rustic look, and the Pidove serving was an absolute delight, who rambled on enthusiastically about coffee beans for so long with Isla that she forgot what she'd even been convinced to order. Something with vanilla in it and a caffeine kick that already had her shuffling in her booth seat, trying to keep an eye on the door for who was turning up. She'd come very early. If she was going to date a nice simple Pokémon, she darn well wasn't going to leave them sitting and wondering if Isla would turn up.
She didn't expect to wait quite as long as she had. The vanilla-flavored coffee sitting in front of her was growing cold. Isla was trying her best to stay calm, but as the minutes dragged on, she began to wonder if maybe she had made a mistake with the time or the address.
Isla glanced around the café, watching the quiet hum of conversation around her. Other patrons came and went, couples chatting over their drinks, friends laughing softly in the corners. But no one was looking for her. No one seemed to be hesitating at the door, scanning the room for a date. She tapped her fingers on the rim of her cup, the warmth from the drink now barely there.
Beau had never failed Isla, even if she'd always pulled out a string of surprises. But the longer Isla sat alone, the more she started to wonder if she'd been set up for disappointment today. Maybe her date had second thoughts. Perhaps they hadn't wanted a woman with a thick Purguly build and an Obstagoon's white stripe through her hair. Maybe-
The doorbell jingled, and Isla looked up instinctively, half-expecting yet another stranger who wasn't here for her. But this time, someone walked in who immediately caught her attention.
She was tall, with smooth, pale skin that contrasted sharply with the soft pink of her hair, which cascaded around her shoulders in waves. Her outfit was simple yet elegant, consisting of a loose cream-colored sweater that draped gently over her soft curves, paired with well-fitted jeans that hugged her plush figure in a way that was both effortless and infuriatingly attractive.
Isla couldn't help but stare. The woman was plump in the most perfectly put-together way, full-bodied yet carrying herself with a casual grace that made it seem as though she had never once questioned her appearance. There was something unfairly enchanting about her, the way her presence filled the space without overwhelming it, the way she moved, with a certain gentleness, as if she were mindful of how much space she took up. Not shy, not hesitant, just comfortable in her own skin. It made Isla's heart stutter in a way she wasn't prepared for.
She felt suddenly and acutely aware of herself. Of her own broad build, the way she always second-guessed how much room she took up, the way she tugged at her clothes to make sure nothing clung too tightly. She didn't hate her inheritance, but being so much bigger had been a massive change for Isla, as she was now more imposing. This woman was plumper, with more soft skin than trim, broad-shouldered muscle, and that made her simply adorable. Isla couldn't decide if that made her flustered or more envious. Probably both.
The woman glanced around, her gaze scanning the room as if searching for someone. Isla tensed, watching her warily. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it, but she wasn't who Isla had been expecting. There were no obvious Pokémon features, no claws, no markings, no tail. Just a perfectly human woman with a little bit of pink-haired inheritance, looking as lost in thought as Isla felt.
Isla frowned. She must be waiting for someone else. That had to be it. But then, the woman's gaze settled on her, and she smiled. There was a moment of silence before the woman smiled, a soft, reassuring curve of the lips that made Isla feel instantly more at ease. She rose to meet her, her heart beating a little faster as the stranger approached the table.
"Isla?" the woman asked, her voice smooth and calm, with an almost melodic quality to it.
"Yeah, that's me," Isla replied, unsure whether she was more surprised by hearing her own name or how easily she felt a connection to the woman in front of her.
The woman extended a hand, her grip firm and warm. "I'm Riley. It's nice to finally meet you." She didn't seem overly eager or shy, just relaxed in that almost too-perfect way that made Isla pause for a moment as if trying to figure out the woman before her.
Isla stiffened, her confusion only deepening. What meeting? Her mind scrambled for an answer, but nothing quite fit. And then it all clicked. This had to be her date. But it made no sense. Riley didn't look like any Pokémon Isla had ever seen. There were no obvious traits, no telltale features that hinted at something other than human. Just a perfectly ordinary woman sitting across from her, meeting her gaze with a calm, unwavering expression.
"Nice to meet you too," Isla said, still trying to make sense of what was going on. Was this really happening? So much for simple; she wasn't even talking to the right woman!
Riley sat down across from her, folding her hands neatly on the table. She hesitated for a brief moment, then let out a small sigh. "I should probably tell you. The Pokémon you were supposed to meet, Geneva, she couldn't make it. Something came up at the last minute. I'm really sorry about that."
A slight pang of disappointment settled in Isla's chest. She'd been stood up! That stung, and this sweetheart Riley had come in the Pokémon's place. For a brief moment, Isla wasn't sure how to feel about that, but then Isla took a second look at Riley, really looked at her, and that disappointment was quickly replaced with something else entirely. Because Riley was stunning. Her soft curves, the way her sweater draped perfectly over her plush figure, the casual way she carried herself. It all made Isla's brain short-circuit.
The way she smiled, the way her pink hair framed her face. It was unfairly pretty. Isla swallowed hard. She shifted in her seat, trying to focus, but the warmth on her face refused to fade. The idea of dating a human had never seriously crossed her mind before. Now, sitting across from Riley, that idea was becoming a lot harder to dismiss.
"Oh. So you're here instead?" Isla finally asked awkwardly as she tried not to sound too desperate.
Riley nodded quickly, offering an apologetic smile. "Yeah. I felt bad that you'd be left waiting, so I thought I'd step in. If that's okay?"
Isla hesitated. Something still felt off, but Isla couldn't quite put her finger on it. Still, she wasn't about to pass up a coffee with a pretty woman. Josie had taught her better than that.
"Not at all," Isla finally said, forcing a small smile. "I actually got here pretty early."
They both settled into the conversation easily after that. The initial awkwardness of a first date faded, replaced by comfortable small talk that filled the silence nicely. Isla sipped her coffee, warm again as she'd gotten it topped up, and found herself genuinely enjoying the moment. Riley was interesting, neither too loud nor too reserved, and she had a way of speaking that made every word sound like it carried weight without being overwhelming.
As they continued to talk, Isla couldn't help but feel that sense of relief creeping up. This had become just the kind of simple date Isla had wanted in the end. Riley wasn't as thrilling as the past two women Isla had been with, but she was a nice, sweet treat instead. It almost felt too good to be true. Isla glanced at the door again, just to be sure, but no one else was coming. This was it.
Riley. Not what Isla had expected, but maybe what she needed.
Riley seemed to pick up on Isla's growing ease, her smile shifting into something more playful. She rested her chin on her hand, watching Isla with an amused glint in her eyes. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?" she teased, her voice smooth like honey.
Isla nearly choked on her coffee. "I am not flustered," she protested, setting her cup down a little too quickly. The heat in her face begged to differ.
Riley hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Mhm. Sure. I'll believe that when you can look at me without turning pink."
Isla huffed, trying to ignore the way her face still felt warm. "Well, pink must be your favorite color with that hair of yours."
Riley grinned, brushing a hand through her soft waves. "You think so? Maybe I just like standing out." She twirled a lock of pink hair around her finger, then tilted her head, studying Isla with a playful glint in her eye. "Or maybe," she continued, leaning in just slightly, "I just have an appreciation for striking hair. And yours? That black with the shock of white? Gorgeous. Makes you look like you walked right out of a battle, all fierce and untouchable."
Isla's brain promptly short-circuited. She opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a small, strangled sound as her face heated up even further. Riley smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she was having. "Oh? No comeback? That's adorable."
Isla swallowed hard. She was absolutely losing this battle.
Riley, as if sensing her moment of victory, stretched lazily and let out a quiet, pleased hum. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly traced the rim of Isla's coffee cup with a single finger, idly dragging it in a slow, deliberate circle as she showed off her staggering cleavage. Her lips quirked up ever so slightly, a silent challenge in her gaze.
Isla groaned, slumping back in her seat, running a hand over her face to try and compose herself. "You're really something, you know that?"
Riley's smirk widened. "And yet, you seem to be enjoying yourself."
Isla groaned, covering her face with her hands for a second before peeking at Riley through her fingers. The worst part was that she liked it. Riley's confidence, her playful teasing. It was making her heart race in a way she hadn't expected.
They clicked far too easily, slipping into a natural rhythm of conversation that felt effortless. Riley was charmingly flirty, and Isla, well, Isla was a bit of a mess, but Riley didn't seem to mind in the slightest. If anything, she seemed to enjoy how easily she could get a reaction out of her.
At some point, Isla found herself flagging down the Pidove server. "Do you want something to eat?" she asked Riley. "I feel bad sitting here drinking while you just watch me."
Riley grinned. "Aw, you're looking after me already? That's sweet."
Isla rolled her eyes, but her lips still twitched into a smile. "It's just polite. You want something or not?"
"Alright, alright. Surprise me. I'll eat whatever you pick."
That felt oddly trusting. Isla hesitated for just a second before ordering a simple dessert. This vanilla cream pastry seemed fitting for how soft and sweet Riley came across. When it arrived, she watched as Riley picked up her fork and took a delicate bite.
If it had stopped there, the night would have been pleasant but unremarkable. It did not stop there.
Riley's tongue flicked out, curling around the fork with slow, deliberate precision, wrapping neatly around the piece of pastry perched on the tines. The pink muscle flexed, tightening just slightly before drawing the morsel into her mouth with a smooth, almost sensual ease. She didn't bite down immediately; instead, she let the fork drag slowly past her lips, her tongue lingering against the metal as if savoring the taste, before finally swallowing. The fork was held up to show the slick sheen of moisture it had gained.
The motion had been so fluid. Like Riley knew exactly what she was doing.
Isla went rigid, her breath catching in her throat. That was not a normal tongue. That was-
Oh. Oh no.
Heat flared in her face, and she fought the sudden, treacherous thought that it had looked weirdly... nice? No, she was not about to go down that path. Absolutely not. But damn it, there was something undeniably captivating about the way Riley had moved, so effortless and smooth, so controlled. It was hard not to notice. Hard not to imagine her pinned down and Riley...
No. Absolutely not.
She clenched her hands under the table, suddenly very aware of how warm the café had gotten.
Pokémon inheritance. It had to be. Maybe a Goodra? Something with a long tongue, perhaps even a Sylveon with how effortlessly charming she was. That would explain it, right? The more Isla thought about it, the harder it became to pin down who it could be. There were a lot of Pokémon with long tongues? So why couldn't she think of any of them at the moment? Her brain, already overheated from Riley's relentless teasing, refused to cooperate.
Riley, still holding her fork, let her tongue slide out again, this time extending even further, unfurling like a slow, lazy ribbon. She let it stretch with an amused glint in her eye, curling effortlessly as it reached for her fingertip. The pink muscle wound around her digit in a slow, deliberate motion, looping snugly before trailing around to gather the stray bits of cream dappled over her skin in one smooth, practiced swipe. It flexed and curled, the tip teasing against her skin before it tightened further, coiling with almost lazy confidence as it writhed between her fingers as if showcasing just how much control Riley had over it. Then, with a small flick, she unwound it, but not all at once. Her tongue lingered, dragging against each finger in a slow, tantalizing motion before finally slipping back, leaving behind a slick, glistening sheen. Riley let out a pleased hum as she wiggled her fingers at Isla, her lips quirking upward as she sucked the last traces of cream away.
Isla felt the heat rush to her face so fast she was sure she was about to combust. Her stomach twisted in a way that was definitely not appropriate for a café setting. Yet, she couldn't look away. The sheer length of it, the way it moved with such precise control. It was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. Her mind scrambled for something, anything to latch onto, but all she could think about was how the motion had been so effortlessly smooth, so practiced. Like Riley had done this a thousand times before and knew exactly how to make it look. About what Riley could do with that tongue if only she'd slip under the table and-
Nope! Not thinking about that.
Riley held her gaze while slowly drawing her finger between her lips, humming in satisfaction as she sucked her fingertips clean. Her eyes never left Isla's, her expression one of pure amusement, as if she could hear every single inappropriate thought racing through Isla's brain and was enjoying every second of her flustered torment.
The world around them blurred, distant noise drowned out by the pounding of Isla's pulse in her ears.
"You okay?" Riley asked, feigning innocence though her eyes glimmered with mischief.
Isla blinked, fighting to breathe through the wildfire spreading across her cheeks. She opened her mouth, then shut it again, her brain caught somewhere between flight and flirt. But then she remembered Josie. She'd have been disappointed to see Isla fumble a chance for a new adventure. Maybe Riley wasn't at all what Isla was expecting, but that didn't mean she should just give up. There was fun to be had here, and Josie had taught her to embrace it.
Isla leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, pretending like she wasn't melting from the inside out. "Oh, I'm fine," she said, voice a touch too even to be casual. "Just trying to figure out if you always eat dessert like that, or if I should be flattered I'm getting the special treatment."
The end of Riley's lips curled up into a truly devious smile. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Isla took a steadying breath, daring herself to push just a little further.
"You know, I'm starting to think there's more to you than a pretty face and a devastating tongue," she said with a light and flirty tone. It felt weird doing this, trying to be the confident one, but she loved the way Riley's gaze sharpened ever so slightly.
"Devastating tongue?" Riley echoed, leaning in, her head resting in her palms. "That's quite the compliment. Careful, I might get a big head."
Isla laughed softly, her eyes flicking to the fork still resting near Riley's plate. She hesitated, then tilted her head, curiosity, and mischief getting the better of her. "So... that tongue. Has it always been like that? I mean, have you always been able to ... you know ..." she made a vague spiral motion with her finger.
Riley raised a brow, clearly amused. "Control it? Stretch it? Wrap it around things?" She emphasized each word with a slowly widening smile.
"Around, inside, all the places," Isla said, her voice wavering only slightly at the end, but she kept her gaze locked on Riley.
Riley let out a low, playful laugh. "You've no idea. I could do things to you that you've never even dreamed of."
Riley was trying to embarrass her again now, and it stirred up the Defiant ability Josie had given her. Facing pressure, Isla leaned in, her voice dropping into something warmer and inviting. "I have very vivid dreams. Can you be sure your tongue can live up to your hype?
"Absolutely certain," Riley said smoothly. She leaned in again, her voice low and warm. "You know, it's not every day I meet someone who blushes this beautifully. Makes me want to get closer."
Isla bit her lip, trying and failing not to smile. Her stomach fluttered under Riley's gaze, her pulse still thudding with that intoxicating mix of nervous energy and attraction.
Somehow, in the middle of all that teasing and heat, she was having fun. Giddy, breathless fun. Her body was all too aware of Riley, how she'd leaned in just a little too close, how her voice dipped into low, sultry tones, how that tongue had stolen every ounce of rational thought Isla had. She was running on an instinct smashed into her by two very confident Pokémon.
Isla found herself leaning in, drawn into Riley's gravity. Her fingertips brushed the edge of her cup idly as Riley dipped her eyes to stare at Isla's cleavage.
"Like them?" Isla murmured, her voice breathy with the heat curling low in her belly. "Wondering how they taste?"
Riley's eyes darkened instantly, her tongue flicking out in a slow, instinctive motion as if in answer. Her gaze dragged back up to Isla's, and the hunger there made Isla's breath catch.
"You have no idea," Riley murmured, her voice low and velvet-smooth. "Sweet, soft, warm... gods, I'd love just a lick."
She leaned in across the table, her voice like a caress. "One taste, and I think I'd want the whole thing."
Under Riley's hungry gaze, Isla's thighs pressed together under the table, her skin alive with tingling heat. Riley looked ravenous, and Isla knew with a dizzying certainty that she was the one being eyed like dessert. Usually, she'd let a woman like Riley take the lead, but not this time. There was something deeper sparking in Isla's chest, something hot and bold that refused to settle for passivity.
She shifted in her seat, met Riley's eyes, and gave a sly little smile. Then she reached across the table, her fingers brushing behind Riley's ear before tangling gently in that soft pink hair. The motion was casual and confident, but her voice came out low and commanding.
"Then get over here," she said. "And show me what you can do."
Riley didn't hesitate. She rose with slow, fluid grace and leaned forward across the table, her body gliding onto the surface like she belonged there. Her arms braced her as she stretched low, the rustic wood creaking just slightly beneath her weight. It was hardly private, hardly discreet, but neither of them cared anymore. Riley moved with intent, her eyes locked on Isla as she let her tongue slip free once more, eyes gleaming with hunger. Isla guided her in, one hand in her hair, the other braced against the table as Riley's tongue met her skin.
The first touch was almost reverent in its lightness, the slight dampness of the tongue making Isla's spine tingle. Then the lick deepened, and the tongue slaked over her skin in slow, broad strokes that made Isla's eyes flutter. Riley moaned softly against her, clearly delighting in every second, and Isla could feel from her pressing against Isla's hands how much she wanted to be in there.
Isla's grip tightened as Riley licked away, her tongue impossibly thorough. Riley really had a clear fixation she was satisfying, and her work was devotion, pleasure, and playful gluttony all wrapped into one dizzying experience.
"That's it," Isla murmured, her voice low and encouraging. "Don't stop. Just like that. Arcues, you really like this, don't you?"
Riley answered only with a hum of satisfaction and a fresh, lingering lick. Her impossibly long tongue moved with a staggering precision. It coiled and flexed with practiced ease, gliding over the skin in maddeningly slow patterns, tracing shapes and teasing edges as if Riley intended to memorize every detail with her taste buds alone. Each stroke was so firm and hungry it left Isla trembling and breathless, her legs twitching beneath the table.
Riley shifted slightly, eager for more, adjusting her angle with a low growl of satisfaction that vibrated against Isla's skin. Her hands braced on the table for leverage. She let her tongue roam deeper into Isla's cleavage, bottoming out to lap at her stomach. The heat of her breath followed each stroke, and crossing the gap only made Riley's pace grow more frenzied.
Riley was utterly lost in the act, and the more Isla's body responded to each lick, the more emboldened Riley became.
Still, they were in public, and Riley had the sense to look up at Isla with her big grey eyes. Her pleading look asked for permission to go further.
Isla arched into that gaze, gasping softly as their foreheads tapped together. "Don't you dare stop," she whispered.
Riley didn't. If anything, her tongue moved more eagerly, her moans deepening with each pass. She was drunk on Isla's taste, the shiver of her skin, the scent of her arousal.
Isla looked down, meeting Riley's eyes. They were heavy-lidded and dark with want, her expression one of pure, gluttonous bliss. She looked completely in love with the moment; it was hard to imagine she'd enjoy receiving as much as she did giving; she was just so locked in on this.
"More," Isla whispered, her fingers tightening in Riley's hair. "I want more."
Riley answered with a purr and a slow, wicked drag of her tongue, but she didn't stop there. Her hands shifted, sliding around Isla's waist to pull her just a little closer. Then Riley lowered herself further, her breath hot and eager against Isla's stomach as her tongue licked lower still, disappearing between the buttons of Isla's pants.
Isla gasped, one hand flying to the table for balance as the other kept firm in Riley's hair. "Arceus above," she breathed, voice cracking with pleasure. "That tongue really doesn't quit."
Riley hummed, clearly pleased with herself, her tongue tracing every inch of skin it could reach. The long, dexterous muscles explored deeper, slipping through the hem of Isla's underwear.
Isla's thighs trembled, and her head tipped back with a quiet, needy moan. "Don't you dare stop," Isla growled, the dominance in her tone giving way to raw need.
Riley's moans vibrated against her, and the greedy eagerness in every lick made Isla's legs weaken. It was too much. It was not enough. She didn't care who saw. Didn't care who knew.
She just wanted Riley to keep going.
The café around them had faded away completely. The quiet chatter, the distant hum of the coffee machines, the occasional footsteps passing by their table. None of it mattered anymore. Isla's world had narrowed entirely to Riley, to the impossibly talented tongue exploring her body and to the mounting pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter with every stroke. Eventually, there was no more for Riley to explore; she had reached her target. Her tongue pressed in firmly, deliberately, with exquisite precision as they parted Isla's folds. Isla jolted, her entire body arching sharply as a surge of pleasure shot through her. Her vision blurred for a heartbeat, and a desperate, breathless moan escaped her lips.
"There," Isla gasped, her fingers gripping tighter in Riley's hair, her hips instinctively lifting to meet Riley's tongue. "Right there. Don't stop."
Isla knew this wasn't exactly discreet, but the thrill of Riley's boldness made her heart race even faster. Riley seemed utterly unbothered, wholly absorbed in the task of devouring Isla's pussy with a fervent dedication, determined to bring her right to the edge of bliss and beyond.
They were past the point of caution, past hesitation. Riley was utterly focused, clearly loving every moment of Isla's reactions, every sharp intake of breath, every whispered plea. And Isla, gripping Riley's hair tightly, guiding her deeper, gave in fully to the wave of pleasure rising within her.
Riley's tongue moved with relentless focus, long strokes turning into exploratory patterns that left Isla breathless. She gasped, her fingers still knotted in pink waves, the table's edge digging into her back as pleasure pooled hot and heavy in her belly.
Riley didn't slow. If anything, the sounds Isla made only urged her on. Her tongue swept and curled, purposeful and hungry, tasting every inch she could reach. It wasn't just physical. It was worship. Every lick said I want you, and every moan sang, I'm yours.
"Riley," Isla groaned, her voice cracking with raw sensation. "You're going to ruin me."
Riley looked up, her lips glistening and eyes dazed with delight. "Good," she murmured somehow despite having an absolutely obscene length of tongue buried inside Isla. "I want to."
And then she was back at it, her arms sliding further around Isla's hips, holding her in place, keeping her grounded as that tongue went to work like it was made for this and only this.
Isla's body trembled, caught in the tidal pull of Riley's touch, her voice now a string of whispered curses and encouragements. "Yes. Don't stop. You're ... Arceus! You're so good at this."
Her hand tightened in Riley's hair again, no longer guiding but anchoring herself; her world narrowed to Riley's mouth, her tongue, and moaning her brains out. She was unraveling, and thanks to Riley's magical tongue, she loved every moment of it.
It wasn't difficult for Riley to crack Isla. She was just too good at it, too effortlessly skilled, and wielding a weapon far too powerful to be resisted for long. Isla's climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, sharp, electric, and utterly overwhelming. Pleasure burst through Isla's body, rushing outward in powerful, rhythmic pulses that left her trembling, breathless, and utterly spent. Her vision blurred at the edges, stars dancing across her eyelids as her muscles tightened, then slowly relaxed in blissful surrender.
As the intense wave gradually receded, Isla was left floating gently in a warm haze of satisfaction. Her breath steadied, her heartbeat softened, and she felt boneless, utterly content against the table. Riley eased her movements, sensing Isla's gradual comedown, and shifted to softer, soothing touches. Her tongue, once demanding and relentless, now gave gentle, affectionate strokes, easing Isla through the lingering ripples of pleasure.
The intense peak gradually ebbed into gentle ripples of afterglow, leaving Isla trembling softly, breathless, and boneless against the table. Her grip slowly loosened in Riley's hair, fingers trailing down to stroke affectionately at her cheek.
Riley lifted her head, her lips glistening with Isla's juices, her expression soft and deeply satisfied. Isla felt a strange surge of pride seeing Riley like that, flushed and clearly pleased with doing good work. Riley's eyes were warm with affection as she tugged against Isla's grip so she could press a tender kiss to Isla's inner thigh, lingering there for a moment, soothing the skin she'd so thoroughly explored.
"Believe the hype now?" Riley asked quietly as she curled her head up in Isla's lap, her voice rich with genuine love.
Isla sighed softly, a gentle, dreamy smile spreading across her flushed face. "Fully sold. You're incredible."
Riley smiled back, rising up slowly and sitting beside Isla, gently drawing her into a comforting embrace. The world around them started to filter back in, the soft sounds of the café returning.
"Do you think they heard me?" Isla murmured sheepishly. "I think I got a little loud there."
Riley chuckled softly, glancing around the café with an amused expression. "Oh, they definitely heard."
Isla followed Riley's gaze and immediately felt heat rising in her cheeks again. Other patrons were openly staring, some in blushing shock, others with barely concealed envy. Isla found herself strangely pleased by the jealous looks, leaning a little more confidently into Riley's side. She'd fucked Josie at a concert, and Stella had been ravenous in her appetites. Getting her own bit of pleasure for once felt incredible.
"Should I return the favor then?" Isla said, brushing her hand over Riley's pants. Feeling a bulge under there that she hadn't been expecting.
Riley tensed slightly, eyes widening just a little as Isla's fingertips brushed against her. Isla paused, and she was about to call Riley out for clearly being a Pokémon, but seeing Riley's confidence break for the first time since they'd met held her tongue. If Riley wanted to be a human for her, then Isla wasn't going to be the one to ruin it.
"Nice strap," Isla said. "You really came prepared for a fun night."
"It's not-" Riley faltered, puffing up her cheeks as she sank back into Isla's lap. She took a shaky breath, meeting Isla's eyes with genuine vulnerability. "Thank you. For understanding, for playing along."
Isla brushed her fingers affectionately through Riley's hair, smiling warmly. "I'm not playing," she promised. "I will treat you as you deserve, and right now, I'm giddy to be a pillow for the hottest human I've ever met."
Riley's gaze softened, gratitude mingling with a fresh spark of desire. "I'm going to eat your pussy so good," she murmured, lips curling into a mischievous grin. "We're going to need a wheelchair from the center for you."
Isla chuckled, the sound low and sultry as she ran her fingertips down Riley's side, tracing the soft curves of her body. "Oh, is that a promise?" she teased, her voice dripping with playful challenge. "Careful, I might hold you to it."
Riley leaned in close, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against Isla's hip. "A thousand orgasms, you won't even be able to think. I'm going to revert you back to a fish."
"Fish?"
"Yeah. We evolved from fish, didn't we?"
Well. It wasn't completely wrong, and if Riley made good on her promise, Isla was going to be flopping around plenty.
"Come on, let's go before they kick us out. You can come back to my place for coffee, and then I'm riding these pretty lips until they turn blue."
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Beau let out a low whistle, raising her coffee cup in salute on the laptop screen. Since she was underwater, it just floated off in a black cloud. "I told you she was perfect for you. I am never wrong."
Isla was curled up comfortably in Pepper's lap now, nestled against the Snorlax's broad, pillowy frame. Pepper's thick arms encircled her lazily, and her belly made for a surprisingly perfect cushion. Isla's head rested under Pepper's chin, her newly elongated tongue flicking in and out of her mouth in idle play.
The Snorlax was using one stubby but gentle finger to trace along the length of Isla's tongue, marveling at how absurdly far it extended. "I love what you got from it," she said, her voice rumbling like distant thunder. "You're so good with this. You can't imagine the blowjobs Beau."
"Oh, I'm going to try," the Luvdisc laughed.
"Very unprofessional as my boss."
"Is it? Do we want to tell the story of me hiring you?"
Isla's cheeks flushed, and she rapidly tried to change the subject. "Riley was so sweet; I really did adore being with her. Almost as attentive as my Pepper."
"What a match I made," Beau said, staring at Isla like she was a living miracle. She clasped her hands over her chest, glowing with pride. "I knew Riley had skills, but I didn't expect a full-on tongue evolution."
"Yup," Pepper said, grinning smugly. "You should see her eating a sundae, Beau. It's so sexy."
Beau laughed and waved at the screen. "I think you and I have different ideas of sexy, but I can imagine that curling muscle trying to get at the bottom of the glass would stir up something in me."
"It's not a party trick!" Isla protested, though it was hard to sound convincing with her tongue halfway to her chest and her head stuffed back into Pepper's expansive chest.
"I've seen it do some incredible tricks," Pepper teased, giving it another experimental stroke.
Isla moaned, more from flustered embarrassment than stimulation. "Ganging up on me is so unfair."
"Unfair would be not getting a demonstration." Beau grinned.
Isla tried to glare, but with her tongue still dangling in Pepper's massive hands, it really didn't land. With a heavy sigh of mock defeat, Isla slowly raised her head to look dead on towards her laptop's camera. Her tongue slithered back into her mouth, only to shoot back out with shocking speed and curl in an elegant spiral before flicking twice like a ribbon dancer.
"Ta-da," she muttered dryly as Pepper nodded proudly behind her, shaking the great belly she was resting on.
Beau stared wide-eyed. "I'm trying to have pure thoughts."
"First time for everything," Isla said with a dramatic roll of her eyes, her tongue doing another little flourish almost of its own accord. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"
"Nope," Pepper rumbled happily, wrapping her up in another soft, squishy hug. "I'm sure the other ladies at the office would love to see it."
"Oh no. Absolutely not," Isla said, looking scandalized. "They already cuddle me when it's cold. I'll never be able to show my face if this comes out."
"Don't need to show your face," Beau teased, "Just your tongue."
Isla groaned and buried herself deeper into Pepper's plush embrace. "You're both monsters."
"Affectionate monsters," Pepper added, swaying gently side to side with Isla cradled close.
"This meeting is getting very unprofessional. We don't need to go over my entire dating history."
I didn't press because you were shy about it," Pepper said, "but I do love learning more about you. You're so good with women."
Isla smiled faintly, her tone more thoughtful now. "Riley and I actually talked about that. We had this great spark, but she wanted to become a Trainer, and their schedules are so wild. I'd have had to drop everything to travel with her, and you know me. I'm not the traveling type. We parted on really good terms. She said she was going to call herself Geneva again and be proud of who she is. I cried a little."
"I've heard that breakup story," Beau added, "And you weren't crying because you were sad."
"Beau!"
"Most breakups don't take six hours and end up with you twitching in the Poké-center with all your neurons fried."
Isla felt her blood heating up just at the thought of it. Riley, or Geneva, depending on the day, really had gone all out with her tongue, knowing it'd be their last time together for a long while. Hopefully, one day, they'd meet again, and she'd finally be confident enough to let Isla return the favor. She owed Riley some oral that'd put her in the Poké-center; it was only fair.
"I actually have a new update on Geneva's unique career choice for you," Beau said cheerfully. "But that should come at the end. You got a super tongue and great memories. That's dating at its best."
"The best is getting to come home to this," Isla said, snuggling deeper into Pepper's warmth.
Pepper hummed, clearly pleased. "I'm glad you were there for her. But I'm even gladder you're mine now."
"I'm also delighted that I only have one more story to tell." Isla said, "I have plans after this meeting."
"You're still on the clock." Beau tutted. "No sex until after five."
"The things I'm going to do to Pepper wouldn't ever be classed as mere sex," Isla huffed, flashing a grin, "They're going to be so deliciously creative they'll need their own category in the HR handbook. Right under unscheduled nap breaks and spontaneous purring.'"
"Both sections you're responsible for."
Isla couldn't help but smile. She was the reason for them, but it wasn't a bad thing. The office had adapted her big-nap lifestyle, and there'd almost been a riot when Beau had suggested they shouldn't be trying to make Isla purr while she was working. Most of the office handbook had become a big joke by this point; it was a point of pride to be the reason it had to be updated.
"I'm going to distract you with my last story since it's clear we're doing the whole thing." Isla said shamelessly, "After Riley, Beau decided in her infinite matchmaking wisdom that what I needed was to nearly freeze my tits off trying to find a legend."
