I Want To Lay the Very Best!

273 – Boiling Point

Brandy opened her mouth and was surprised when steam didn't whistle out. She just felt so hot. Having her body pressed up against a staggeringly tall and beautiful woman who was doing her best to leave a thousand love bites all over her neck and shoulders would have been enough to have Brandy burning with desire. The Poison Fang ramped everything up an extra notch, and that ribbed, thick finger driving itself into her over and over again was turning her mind to mush. Brandy's heart was hammering in her chest so hard she felt like she was about to blow.

Painfully thirsty, Brandy flicked her tongue over Sharpy's skin. Salty and warm, it was of no relief for her dry throat, and the way the skin rippled over her tongue, its rough texture was designed to inflame the nerves. It just made Brandy boil even hotter.

When Calcine wrapped Brandy up in her cloak, it was hard not to just give in to the enveloping warmth and become a boneless, sleepy mess. Calcine was smart enough to know its power, and she used it to win petty arguments sometimes. Pressed up against her childhood hero, getting savaged by those sharp teeth made Brandy feel like she was in the cloak, but instead of an approaching nap, it was a building need instead. Brandy needed satisfaction, water, love, and a good hard dick. Her body screamed for all of them, and it took all she had not just to give in and let Sharpy work her up so hot the webs melted off them both. She had to wrestle her thoughts back into order, stop them screaming about a need to be stuffed so full of dick that any further thought was impossible.

It was hard. Every bit of Brandy wanted to submit to those desires; it was surely what Sharpy wanted, right?

A tiny part of her thought there was more to it than that, and she trusted that dissenting thought to present a plan because Brandy sure didn't have one anymore. She thought she could handle Sharpy.

It'd been long since Brandy was in a fight where she felt truly outclassed. She'd gotten confident lately in the power of her team and her own skills. Branwen had wanted to emulate her, and Mercury had submitted to her, if very briefly. Brandy had felt like she was an unstoppable rising star, and now Sharpy was making it clear there was still a vast mountain to climb ahead of her. All it took was Sharpy's finger curling inside her, grinding into the spongy spot that had Brandy's vision turning into a glittering bright color and her breath coming in short, desperate puffs. Sweat was pouring off her, and Brandy could smell herself. Wet and sweet, the mingled sweat and scent from her orange shampoo filled her lungs with each shuddering inhalation.

Sharpy's nostrils flared, and they drank it up. The scent was making Sharpy even more vicious. The bite of her teeth into Brandy's skin, the almost bruising way her fingers groped her, she was being so rough and yet still loving. Sharpy was a savage, but her desire for Brandy was clear with every frustrated grind of her cocks against Brandy's soaked thighs. She was being rough because she had her prey right in her hands and had been denied a real taste of it.

Brandy was on a knife's edge. The slightest thing could make her tumble over into an endless series of orgasms, and the idea of it was so, so appealing. Sharpy's Mega Stone tongue stud might as well have been on the moon for how confident Brandy was she could get at it anymore. But she could see out of the corner of her eye Calcine, sitting there cross-legged in the sand, so drunk she could barely hold her head up. Watching her with burning white eyes and a gentle bobbing nod. She believed Brandy could win this impossible, insane situation, but could Brandy let her down?

Absolutely not.

There is no plan, so Brandy would have to improvise. She was good at that, and as Morgan had taught her, it paid to remember the rules you were working under.

This gym was about baring hearts, and so far, she'd wrestled with her desires, her embarrassment, and, with thoughts of Cherry, even a little bit of shame and loss. Sparky had accepted that she was a pretty fucking amazing Bug and finally became what she always was. A huge and wonderful pest. No doubt she and Morgan were making Blahaj regret thinking she could take them both.

Calcine, drunk as she was, also seemed more relaxed and open. She'd never doubted Brandy, but she'd always been there to help if she wanted it. Right now, she was letting Brandy handle this all herself; the trust was immense. It probably wasn't easy for the Rock Type to not be her bulwark, but Calcine was giving her the chance to shine on her own.

Everyone had their hearts bared.

Everyone. Except for Sharpy.

"Your books," Brandy said as she felt those teeth again dig into her. Her voice came out as a gasp as she shuddered with need. "Are they real? Is that you?"

The finger inside Brandy slowed and stopped. Sharpy's face lifted, looking at Brandy, and her red eyes were full of fire. Poisonous drool dripped from her lips and splattered over the red bite marks plastered all over Brandy's neck and shoulders. The boost they gave to Brandy's senses meant she could feel every wet line as it made its way down her body, dripping onto her breasts and trying to cross the curve before her unreal body heat melted them away.

"You want to talk about books?" she growled, her voice pitched so low Brandy's spine tingled just from the deep reverb of it. "Or do you want to get fucked?"

"Both," Brandy replied, and her voice cracked. She sounded needy and desperate, and that was true. She was. "You're my hero. I wanted to be you. Be with you. Someone who always helped people get what they wanted. But I meet you, and you're just..."

"Hungry?" Sharpy said, her lips splitting open into a fanged grin. "Monstrous? Consumed by an aching need to put one of these massive cocks in you?"

She shifted her weight, and the webbing pulled tight, the threads creaking as she moved. Brandy tried to look, but Sharpy's body was too close and the angle too awkward. She was still trying to figure out what Sharpy was doing when one of the two enormous bulges pressing up against her legs pulled free. There was a sound, like the flapping of heavy silk, and then something thick and wet slapped back against Brandy's thigh, leaving a hot and slimy streak across it.

"Fuck," Brandy's whole body clenched at the touch. "You're free?"

"Getting the webs hot and wet seems to work." Sharpy grinned. "All that squirming makes me wet as well, you know?"

Defeated by precum. Surely, this couldn't be how it ended.

"You're going to get fucked, Brandy Joyce," Sharpy said, leaning in to lick Brandy's cheek. Her tongue had that same roughness to it that was such a delight to have rasped over the flesh. Not so rough it hurt, just enough it was impossible to ignore the resistance. Dangerously stimulating. The hard nub of the mega-stone felt warm against Brandy's burning-hot cheek. "Talk while you can because I'm going to make you scream until your throat is too hoarse to talk."

"Your books," Brandy said, unwilling to be beaten. "How much is you?"

"All of me," Sharpy replied. "Every bit."

Every bit. Brandy knew those books by heart. She was a product of them. If Sharpy wasn't lying to her, and it didn't feel like she was, then Brandy had a shot. A tiny one, but better than nothing.

"Water types. Everyone says they're about seduction, but that never felt right. You're hot-"

"Thanks."

"Just the truth," Brandy smiled, "But you're not seducing me. You're more..."

"Dominating you." Sharpy purred.

"No!" Brandy said and bit her bottom lip hard. "Well, maybe a little. But if you wanted to rip this webbing off me and pin me down, I think you could. You could dip me in the water or chew it right off."

"Blahaj warned me about how perceptive you could be," Sharpy grinned, "But it's fun to see it in action. So you don't think I'm a monster or a hero? What am I? Just another Shark Lady for you to break?"

"No," Brandy said, feeling like she was reaching the end of her rope. Her heart was beating hard enough to hurt, and her breathing was ragged. She needed Sharpy. Her cock, her mouth, her fingers, something, anything. Almost there, though, she could feel she had a grip on Sharpy's heart. She just needed to bring the truth out. "You're the Sharpy I read about. You're like me. I think I finally get Water types. You don't want to seduce humans. You want a reaction from them. You want to stir things up in our hearts. Don't you?"

"Some would call that seduction."

"Well, I don't," Brandy said, her voice a gasp. "You love emotions. That's why Mahi enjoyed being the villain."

"A cute fish villain we have," Calcine said. She was building an incredibly shitty sandcastle on her chest, but bless her, she seemed so happy about it. "Though she's more reformed these days. Not important."

"You don't just want to fuck me," Brandy said, "You want me to be furious with you. Angry or determined, you're pushing me to a boil on purpose. You want to see me explode."

"You're close to it too. I can tell." Sharpy said, nibbling at Brandy's earlobe. "Since you're so close to working it out, I'll spill the secret. This gym fight was meant to be impossible to win fairly because it seems what you love doing to gyms, Brandy Joyce, is breaking them."

"I don't mean to," Brandy whined. "It just happens."

"And you love it."

Brandy blushed. There was an appeal to it. It did feel good to turn everything on its head. It really brought out the best in people. Still. Now it was clear how she could get Sharpy to fire off her Steam Engine.

All she had to do was ask.

"You want to see an explosion?" Brandy said. "Douse me. Soak me in water, and you'll get a reaction. All the delicious emotional outburst you could ever want."

"This is a trick."

"It is." Brandy smiled. "But I'm just like you. You know I want it. I know you want it, and neither of us can resist pleasing a woman who needs it. You're going to do it."

"I am?"

"Of this? I have no doubt."

"Oh, Brandy," Sharpy sighed happily. "I pity the next gym that has to deal with you."

And then there was a soft, rushing sound. The gentle splash of the tide rolling over the sand, melting Calcine's sandcastle with a disappointed 'aw' and a thin layer of water pooling around Brandy's feet. Blahaj pushed her onto her back, the foamy surf trickling around the artificial beach, soaking into the suit’s webbing and Brandy's skin. Feeding her heart's furnace and finally letting her burning Steam Engine bleed off some of that power. Energy rushed through Brandy's veins. Strength filled her until she could feel the blood pounding in her ears.

Brandy grabbed hold of Sharpy's shoulders and just heaved. The wet webbing couldn't resist her unreal body heat and boosted strength combined. It ripped away, and Brandy shucked it off with a good few kicks. Sensitive, naked flesh pressed up to a giant shark woman who had every intention of drilling her brains out her ears. The thrill of it had Brandy's heart pounding so fast it practically buzzed like Sparky's throat when she was extra pleased with herself.

"Finally." Brandy grinned and leaned in to bite the Mega Sharpedo's shoulder in revenge. Hard. The gasp of shock she drew was so worth it. These Sharpedo's were such suckers for a return chomping. "You're going to fuck me. So. Fucking. Hard."

"You sure?" Sharpy asked, her hands trailing down to grasp Brandy's butt and pull her close. Her two giant cocks sandwiched Brandy's body between them, their slick, wet heat almost unbearable. They twitched and throbbed. They wanted her. "You'll never be the same again."

"I know." Brandy licked her lips and let her hand slip between their bodies, feeling the soft, delicate skin that covered Sharpy's cock. The softness was such a contrast to the thick, mind-tingling roughness of the rest of her. "I'll be better."

Brandy wrapped her hand around the shaft of Sharpy's cock and guided the tip between her legs. The fat head was already glistening with precum and eager to please. Sharpy was just as ready for this as Brandy was.

"Fuck me."

"Ask politely."

"Fuck me or go fuck yourself." Brandy grinned, earning a snort from Calcine.

"I'm going to pound out every last bit of bratty Bug that yellow fuzzball put into you," Sharpy shook her head. "You could have had it nice. No more nice. Remember that you wanted this."

Brandy stuck out her tongue, but it wasn't just bratty energy that filled her. She was bursting with so much more.

Sharpy wanted emotion from her, and she'd get it. Brandy was done holding herself back.

Brandy was letting it all out now.