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Out of Her League (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 344)
🕑 Added 2025-01-08 22:07:06 +0000 UTC"Something terrible is coming!"
Bitty the Corsola was standing on the ship's railing right over the prow. Her thin white arms were spread wide, and her pink eyes wobbled as she stared at the sky and shouted her proclamations to the ocean. Danièle sat beside her, ready to jump in the sea after her if she fell off. It wasn't that Bitty was in any trouble; the Corsola just had a habit of getting a bit too Ghosty when she'd gotten laid and needed someone to keep an eye on her so she didn't end up spiraling into a troublesome mood. Danièle reached up to nab one of her thin hands and gave it a comforting squeeze, trying to anchor the coral ghost back to reality.
"You had a great time with Morgan," Danièle said, keeping her tone light and cheerful, hoping Bitty would mirror the vibe. "She wore you like a cape. It was really cool."
Bitty was still staring at the sky, but her expression had softened, her pink eyes glimmering as she relived the moment. She nodded slowly, still holding on to the memory.
"I like how feathers feel on my skin." Bitty sighed, slumping down onto the railing. "I want to spread myself all over her. She took me flying."
"That must have been incredible."
Sadly, Danièle couldn't put Bitty in her lap because Danièle was too small and squishy for things like that. So, instead, she let Bitty grow her white fronds along her arm and squeeze at the muscle there. She was always jealous of how beautiful Ghosts could be, even when they acted weird. There was an affectionate love in the slowly spreading fronds from the Corsola, eager to share a feeling too big to contain in her thin chest.
"It was exhilarating," Bitty sighed, leaning against Danièle's shoulder. "The wind licking along my skin, the ocean roaring sadly at me for breaking free of its grip. A Murkrow's warm body cradled against my own as she whispered all the things she wanted to do with my body."
"Goodness." Danièle blushed, "Did she do any of them?"
Bitty was beaming as she showed Danièle some claw marks on her skin. Long red welts dug into the white, criss-crossed across her thighs, down her arms, up her stomach. Danièle dutifully ooh'd and aah'd at them all because she genuinely was impressed! Dark Types claws made you feel so good, and for Bitty to get this scratched up must have been like having a little taste of heaven. No wonder she was so delirious she'd begun predicting the future. Danièle got pretty silly herself when a pretty girl did whatever she wanted.
It took a while for Bitty to calm down, but eventually, her white coral spread along the railing, anchoring her to it. Bitty drifted off to sleep, babbling into Danièle's shoulder. "Something dangerous is coming. I can feel it. Kygore's shadow passing us below."
"I'll fight her if she turns up, babe," Danièle promised. "You're safe with me."
Danièle's actual plan if a Legendary turned up was to cry and beg her to be nice. The nice thing about a sleepy, fuck-drunk Corsola was their ability to believe that even a Magikarp could do more than that.
Danièle stayed with Bitty until she was fully asleep. The Corsola's fronds spread all over the front of the ship, securely anchoring her. She'd be fine when she woke up. Bitty always bounced back.
It'd been a hugely successful trip. Everyone was happy. The Trainers and their team were so strong that one of the old fossil ladies had even woken up! It was a huge success; she would have to order the Wingull a double helping of chips to tip them off about this one. Even Adrianna seemed out of energy, and she never met her match! Danièle took off her tiny crown, huffed on it, and buffed the metal with her wrist. There wouldn't be a prize, but Danièle would get complimented for this. She'd made the whole ocean feel good.
Much as Danièle was proud of herself, she wasn't about to bend herself in half and suck her own dick over it. Not when there were a lot of pretty friends who'd lend theirs! Time to go see if anyone needed a bit more cheering up. Unfortunately, Bitty's fronds were pretty grabby, and Danièle had let them grow on her, so it was like trying to drag herself out of a thick hedge. Everything was tugging at her skin to try to keep her in the Corsola's embrace. The railing was also slippery from all the rain, and when Danièle went to grab it for support, her arm slid out, and she fell backward into Bitty's snagging coral. Flailing for a handhold, she managed to get her leg over one bit of coral, and it hooked on there and took her body weight. Freeing the rest of Danièle's body to slide off the branch it was on and swing out over the ocean, the only thing between her and a long, wet drop was how hopelessly stuck her legs were.
"Shoot." Danièle attempted to swear, but couldn't muster up the appropriate hate. She tried windmilling her arms to grab something, but all that did was get her slowly spinning in place. Dangling upside down, her leg slowly came unscrewed from Bitty's embrace. She'd survive a flop into the ocean, but it was going to sting something awful. Maybe she should yell for help? But that'd break the good mood, and that was worse than falling.
Danièle needed a miracle. What she got was an upside-down look of an angel approaching.
Her angel's long, tanned legs got the most attention. Sticking out of the bottom of a frilly maid dress, they were thighs that had to be twice as thick as Danièle's, and she liked to think she was a little plump. The owner of these amazing things wasn't fat, just crazy tall and toned to the point she looked like she could crack open coconuts with just a flex. Coconuts weren't native to Galar or Kalos, but if there was any chance of it happening, Danièle would move heaven and earth to find one.
"You okay there?" Brandy asked. Danièle couldn't focus on the question because she was hanging low enough that she could see the faintest slice of butt underneath that skirt, and it was making Danièle's throat tighten so much she couldn't speak! After an awkward pause, Danièle communicated she was fine through a series of choking, blushing gasps, and full-body flailing instead.
Brandy didn't see how to accept that, which meant she was okay and got even closer. Danièle was forced to look at Brandy's stomach. Forced! A tear along the front of the maid dress showed some of the abs underneath, and if Brandy needed help licking them clean, Danièle was ready to provide a tongue and her unrelenting commitment to the task. It was so brilliantly distracting that Danièle couldn't focus on what Brandy was saying as she carefully detached Danièle from the Corsola's fronds, her hands sinking into the bit of fat that kept Danièle's body nice and pillowy soft to hug.
Arceus, she was strong! She turned Danièle the right way up as easily as if Danièle weighed nothing more than a pillow, and she didn't put Danièle down when she pulled her back onto the boat. Brandy let Danièle's legs dangle in the air and gave a dazzling smile so utterly self-assured that Danièle felt her heart leap into her throat.
"Blood back in your brain," Brandy asked, her head tilted with concern. The red spikes of her hair billowed in the wind, making her look like the most heroic maid on earth. She barely seemed real; a lady this pretty should be on the front of a novel wrestling Bewears. "You look a little faint."
"I'm okay," Danièle whispered, her voice finally returning.
"You're more than okay." Brandy grinned. "I promised I'd return for you once the fight was over. You deserve a reward."
Danièle nodded dumbly. She was a little stunned by the proximity of someone so pretty. It'd be great to say something cool, but Danièle's mind had gone utterly blank as she stared into those red eyes with a captivating fiery honeycomb pattern. Brandy leaned closer, and Danièle could feel her breath hot on her face. She'd taken Danièle's slackjawed mouth as an invitation for a kiss! Danièle was Kalosian. She might not be good at much, but she'd been kissed by some of the best, and something must have rubbed off because pure instinct had her head tilted, and she leaned forward to meet those lips.
Brandy's lips tasted of salt and orange lipgloss, but it was still the best meal Danièle ever had. As she lapped it up, Brandy's soft tongue licked into Danièle's mouth. It was like a dream, a hot kiss that made the rest of the world fade away. Her mind was so full of thoughts about the softness of her lips, the warmth of her tongue, and the sweet taste of her mouth that Danièle was utterly surprised when her butt hit the railing, and Brandy had to grab her back with both hands to stop her falling.
Being embraced so firmly made Danièle's stomach do kickflips. She was tiny compared to Brandy, and the trainer's hands could easily spread all over Danièle's tiny back. Brandy's thumb was rubbing into the top of her ass.
"What do you want?" Brandy mumbled into the sloppy kiss, so commanding that Danièle felt her body tense as it got ready to do what it was told. Danièle couldn't string two thoughts together, but it didn't matter. Brandy's question was cast down her throat, and it hooked some answers and wound right back up.
"Hot. Sex. Maid. Red Sexy Maid Sex. Please."
Yeah. That was about right. Mortifyingly embarrassing to say, but absolutely from the heart. Danièle wanted Brandy to fold her in half and fuck her until she was nothing but a flopping puddle.
"You like the outfit?"
Danièle squeaked. The very idea she wouldn't like it was an insane thing to say. How did you respond to such a ridiculous idea? Brandy in a battle-torn Maid Dress was hotter than sin. If she didn't know it, Danièle would write her a very affirming letter about it after having a week of bed rest to recover from this.
"You do. I like that."
Brandy's mouth moved from her lips to Danièle's neck, and she kissed her way down until her lips reached the curve of Danièle's chest. Her teeth sank into the flesh and tugged lightly; there was no defense against that. Danièle was a soft, plump woman, and every nibble had her gasping as pleasure surged through her body, leaving her trembling and panting. She clung to the maid's incredibly firm shoulders as Brandy slowly brought her back down to eye height, a rock of confidence against Danièle's pathetic mewling. She was so utterly out of her league here; it was good that Brandy was taking all the initiative because Danièle wouldn't have known where to start. She'd have just bawled about how ridiculously pretty Brandy was.
"So what do you think," Brandy murmured, her mouth hot against Danièle's ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Should I keep wearing the maid outfit?"
"Uh-huh." Why would she take it off? That'd be insane. It was gorgeous.
"Oh, you like sex with the clothes on, do you?"
Right. Right! Sex. Yes. The sex Danièle was about to have with this beautiful and powerful woman. She was going to do the sex. This was happening.
This day couldn't get better.
Brandy took something from her cleavage and cracked it open; bright red light shone into Danièle's eyes, and she squinted against the glare. A binding ball? What was that for?
"I'm going to tie you up, fuck you as gently and tenderly as you deserve, and when I'm done," Brandy said as she carried Danièle with one hand into the cabin. "You're going to join my team."
Yeah. Of course. Danièle was going to do whatever the sexy Brandy maid said. Obviously.
Wait.
Join her team?
WHAT?!?
Comments
Irish Not Sane
Dam Brandy, talk about trying to kill the poor Pokemon and Danièle is really a great choice for the team and she really does need a Brandy to build her up
Platymage
This magikarp is going to explode
