The scent of their fear and rising heat thickens the air. Sarah is the first to stand fully naked, her chest heaving. Ellie mirrors her a moment later, her small hands shaking as she pulls her shirt wide, baring her smooth, cream-colored stomach.
"Entertain me," I command.
[POV: Sarah]
My pride is a dead thing on the floor with my jacket. I want him to see. I want him to know I'm the best asset he'll ever claim. If I have to be a whore to get that manual... then I'll be the best one Kanto has ever seen.
Sarah sinks back to her knees and reaches for Ellie, capturing the smaller girl's mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. Ellie lets out a broken whimper, her body arching forward until their bellies press together.
"Like this, Master?" Sarah rasps, her pale breasts flattened against Ellie's ribs.
I reach down, my hands diving into their tangled hair. I wrap Sarah's loose strands and Ellie's braid around my knuckles, forcing their heads down toward each other's laps.
"Deeper," I rumble. "Taste the price of my manual."
[POV: Ellie]
Oh God, his hands are so strong. My head is being pulled... but Sarah is already doing it. I can feel her tongue. It's hot. I have to be striking. I have to be his.
I let the silence weigh on them, the only sound the slick, rhythmic sliding of flesh on flesh. They are no longer challengers. They are assets being shaped.
Finally, I yank Sarah upward by her ponytail. I guide her hips back until she's hovering over my lap.
"Now, Sarah," I rumble, and drive upward.
[POV: Sarah]
God, the size. He's splitting me, filling everything I am. I'm his whore. I'm the one he's taking first. I have to squeeze, have to show him I can take every inch.
I shift my gaze to Ellie, who is paralyzed by the sight of us joined. "Ellie. Don't just watch. Lick us. Clean your Master while I use her."
Minutes later, I heave Sarah off and pull Ellie onto my lap. She convulses as I impale her, her back snapping into a rigid arch.
"Clean us, Sarah," I command.
Hours later, the amber light of dawn begins to filter into the suite. I reach for the stack of thick, leather-bound binders and glowing TM discs.
"Sarah. Ellie."
I slide the first set toward Sarah—the pages detailing Aerial Ace chains and the Fly TM. "Your rewards. Pidgeotto's wings will never fail again under my system."
[POV: Sarah]
My body is a dull ache of satisfaction. Seeing the manual—it's real. He didn't just break me; he's making me stronger. I'll fly wherever he tells me.
I drop the second set before Ellie—Bubblebeam TM and status-lock protocols. "And yours. Mastery isn't a gift, Ellie; it's a discipline."
"Once you've integrated these, you will coordinate with Hana, Mia, and Liora," I state. "The Pewter City Circle is your foundation now. You will organize, you will recruit, and you will wait for my word."
I stand, my towering frame casting a long shadow over them.
Sarah brings a cup of coffee to me, kneeling at my feet. "We understand, Master," she rasps. "The Circle will be ready. Your name will be the only one they whisper in Pewter by the time the sun is high."
Ellie bows her head, her hair falling over her shoulders. "I'll start the drills immediately. We're yours."