Sarah's jaw goes slack as she accepts the first heavy inch. I feel the frantic, rhythmic pulse of her throat as she tries to hollow her cheeks. Her neck arches in a line of pure, submissive tension.
I shift my gaze to Ellie. She's frozen, her breath coming in shallow stutters as she watches Sarah vanish around my length. I extend my free hand, gesturing toward the heavy weight of my balls.
[POV: Ellie]
His hands are so strong. My head is being pulled... I've never... I've never even seen a girl like this, let alone... But Sarah is already doing it. I can feel her tongue. I have to do it too. For Oddish. For the power.
Ellie leans in, her small hands sliding up from my thighs. The sensation of her tongue swiping across my scrotum is a sharp contrast to the crushing, rhythmic suction Sarah is providing.
"The secret to the Pidgeotto line isn't just speed, Sarah," I rumble, staring at the ceiling as my fingers twine through their hair. "It's the hollow-bone resonance. You've been pushing for force, but you need to guide the air through the wing-vents during a dive. That's how my Pidgeot shatters sound barriers."
I feel the shift in her immediately—the way Sarah's throat hitches mid-swallow.
"And Ellie—your Oddish. Stop treating its spores as a weapon. They're a terrain modifier. You saturate the field before the Poliwag even enters the fray. That's how you control the momentum."
[POV: Sarah]
The wing-vents. It's so simple, but I was so focused on the Wing Attack's impact I never felt the drag. He's actually doing it—he's giving me the power. I'll swallow every inch of him if it means Pidgeotto becomes what his Pidgeot is.
[POV: Ellie]
Spore saturation. I was using it like a Poison Powder attack, but if the field is already thick... Oh God, he's a genius. He's everything the magazines said and more.
I finally hook my fingers under their chins and pull them back. A stray thread of saliva bridges Ellie's lip to my scrotum.
"The full, customized manuals are being compiled as we speak. Consider that a down payment on the power I'm putting in your hands."
My hand drops to the armrest, tapping a slow, predatory rhythm.
"But if you're to be my assets, you need to understand your place. You're not just trainers anymore. You are beauties kept for my enjoyment, and I expect to be entertained."
I gesture to the floor between us, my gaze cold and absolute.
"Strip. Now. Show me everything you've offered. I want to see my personal whores at play before we go any further."
[POV: Sarah]
Whore. The word should sting, but it just makes my pulse throb. He gave me the secret to the Pidgeotto dive. He's the Master. If he wants a whore, I'll be the best one he's ever seen. Anything for the manual.
[POV: Ellie]
Whores. He called us his whores. I... I've never even had a boyfriend. But I can't go back to being a loser in the woods. I'll show him. I'll show him I'm striking.
Sarah's hands move to her ponytail first, letting her dark hair spill over her shoulders. Ellie's lower lip trembles, a fresh tear escaping. Her hands drop to the hem of her trail-worn shirt, prepare to obey.