Makoto pulled Yuna close, smiling at her fondly. "Come on, Yuna." His eyes sparkled with mischief. "Don't forget I've pumped so many babies into you that we've lost count." He chuckled and patted her head. "You'll always be my favorite, no matter how big our harem gets."
Yuna froze. The words seemed to short-circuit the murderous part of her brain. Her glare softened. Her tense posture relaxed. A deep blush spread across her face. "Y-You can't just say things like that!" Her voice cracked, caught between outrage and a desperate need to believe him. "You can't use logic and affection to calm me down! That's cheating!"
But she let him pull her in anyway. She collapsed against his other side like a grumpy rag doll. In typical Yuna fashion, she shoved Ayane's leg aside to make room for herself. She buried her face in his chest and refused to look at anyone.
"...Idiot," she mumbled against his skin. "Fat, disgusting, manipulative idiot." Still, she didn't pull away. Now he was sandwiched in the middle of a sweaty pile of women.
Mika sat calmly on his left, looking like she'd won something. Ayane sprawled on top of him, smug and satisfied like a cat with cream. And Yuna pressed against his right side, grumpy and possessive but grudgingly affectionate. She'd been reminded that she was still queen of this particular castle.
Ayane broke the fragile peace first. "So," she said, poking Yuna's side gently. "How was the show?"
Makoto pinched Ayane's nipple playfully. "Come on, don't push her or she'll bite you."
Ayane yelped, half in pain and half in pleasure. She swatted at his hand without any real force. A wicked grin spread across her face. "Don't worry," she purred. "I like it when they bite."
That was all Yuna needed. She lunged with a growl. But instead of biting Ayane, she bit him.
Her teeth sank into his shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but firm enough to leave a mark. The gesture was sharp, possessive, and surprisingly intimate.
"Mine," she snarled against his skin. She lifted her head and looked straight at Ayane, eyes gleaming with challenge. "He's mine. You were just borrowing him."
Mika had been watching the whole exchange with clinical detachment. She sighed. "And this is why we can't have nice things." She snuggled closer to him, the picture of innocence in the middle of a territorial war. "But it's very entertaining."
Makoto groaned fondly and stroked her hair. "I'd prefer if you bit somewhere else, not my shoulder, Yuna." His eyes sparkled wickedly. "And I don't remember my Pikachu being able to learn Bite."
Yuna pulled back from his shoulder, leaving a small wet mark. Her cheeks burned red. "Idiot! Pikachu can learn Bite through breeding in Generation Two, and it's a TM in later gens! You're not just a fat pig, you're a fucking casual!"
She seemed more offended by his Pokemon knowledge than anything else that had happened. "And if you want me to bite somewhere else," she growled, her eyes dropping to the obvious tent in his jeans, "just ask. But don't come crying when I bite it off."
Despite the threat, she licked her lips slowly.
Ayane laughed. "You should be careful what you wish for. Her bark is bad, but her bite is worse." Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers tracing his thighs. "I, on the other hand, know how to nibble."
Mika sighed again. "You're all missing the point. The most effective move isn't Bite." She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes that held a wicked light. "It's Lick."
Makoto groaned. "Why don't you demonstrate it then, Mika?"
Mika smiled. It was slow and devastating. "Demonstrate? Of course." She didn't move with Yuna's frantic energy or Ayane's confident swagger. Her movements were slow, deliberate, hypnotic. She slid down his body gracefully, almost unnervingly smooth.
Her tongue darted out and traced a wet circle around the head of his cock. The expert touch sent electricity through his whole body.
Yuna threw herself off his chest and scrambled down to join Mika. "If anyone's licking him into a coma, it's me!" She closed her mouth over the base of his shaft with angry force.
Ayane watched with amusement and awe. "Amateurs," she muttered, grinning predatorily. She positioned herself between the other two. "You're both forgetting the most important part." Her tongue flicked across his balls. "These, his pokeballs."
Makoto grunted as he watched them work. "It feels amazing. Keep going, but don't let me cum too fast, Mika."
Mika looked up, cheeks flushed, saliva connecting her lips to his cock. Her eyes were wide and innocent but promised deliberate cruelty. "Don't worry, Makoto," she whispered over the wet sounds of the others. "I'm very good at edging."
And she proved it. She conducted this filthy orchestra with expertise. Her tongue danced over his most sensitive spots with surgical precision. She teased and licked, brought him to the brink, then pulled back. Her movements slowed to gentle, torturous laps just as he thought he'd lose control.
Yuna was pure chaos in contrast. She attacked with competitive energy, her mouth a hot vacuum, as if she was trying to suck his soul out. Every time Mika got a groan from him, Yuna doubled her efforts. Her cheeks hollowed, and she growled possessively.
Ayane played the supporting role. She worked his balls methodically, confidently. She licked and sucked, cradling him in her warm mouth. The deep pleasure grounded him, kept him from going over the edge too soon.
Together, they formed an unholy trinity of sensation. A competitive, chaotic masterpiece of oral worship.
"See?" Mika murmured, looking up triumphantly. "Perfect control."
Makoto grunted and sat up. "Almost there... come on." He looked at all three. "Open your mouths so I can paint them, just like in hentai."
"Finally," Yuna gasped, pulling back to glare. "Took you long enough, fat pig!" But her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed, mouth open in a perfect 'O'.
Ayane laughed low. "Bring it on, big boy. Don't you dare miss." Her mouth gaped open, tongue out in shameless invitation.
Mika simply tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting gracefully. She looked like a corrupted saint awaiting communion.
Makoto's body seized. With a guttural roar, he erupted. Thick ropes shot out in a messy explosion. He painted them like a perverse masterpiece.
Ayane caught the first shot on her tongue and swallowed happily. The next blast hit Yuna's face, coating her cheek and nose. Mika received an artistic spray across her chin and lips. He kept pumping, covering their eager faces and waiting mouths.
When he finally collapsed back, spent and shuddering, the scene before him was beautifully debauched.
Ayane licked her lips clean with satisfaction. Mika delicately wiped a stray drop from her chin, smiling serenely. Yuna furiously scrubbed her face with her hand, looking disgusted. "You got it in my eye, you fucking idiot!"
But her body trembled, and she couldn't hide the overwhelmed ecstasy in her eyes, as she swallowed what had landed in her mouth.