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The Bitter Taste of Wine and Defeat	By : megadeth425 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 3022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shauntal burst into her room, carrying her high heels, finding them too unwieldy to walk in with the wine in her. She had that look of inspiration on her face, muttering to herself ideas excitedly, every motion brimming with wonder and glee. Grimsley followed behind with far less enthusiasm, throwing his scarf over his shoulder and remarking, “It's fortunate that it's too late for anybody to be outside, lest they see an elite walking around carrying her own shoes and muttering to herself about hatesex.”
The purple-haired elite carried on, tossing them aside and scoping out the hotel room. She'd had little chance to do so when they first arrived, having to rush over to the tasting quickly in light of their late arrival, and she needed to take inventory. “You don't wear socks,” she retorted. “If nobody but me seems to notice, I doubt they'll care much about my shoes.”

Smirking, Grimsley laid out on the bed, relaxing. “So what was the plan for tonight, because I must say, it has been a rather long time since you last gave me a--”
“Not happening,” she said, shutting him down as she fished eagerly through her bag for a pen and notebook. “Blowjobs are for special occasions and writer's block, and tonight, there is so much inspiration. Oh, who do I write first? Juniper and Fennel will be fairly sweet and standard, but I still have that very not standard story about them to write. Cheren and Bianca will be having awkward, adorable sex, and our boy'll finally be a man and top for a change. And then there's Cilan and Burgundy. Ah, hatesex!”

She rolled onto the bed beside him, cuddling up against him and sighing. She was, admittedly, a touch tipsy, but it merely enhanced her muse and they had been in that boat a thousand times before. Aside from being more prone to rambling off into her prose world mid-sentence, she'd be mostly fine.

“Why do you get so excited by hatesex?” he grumbled, slipping an arm beneath her and pulling her closing. “Is there something you'd like to tell me?”
“Not you, no. I can't get mad enough at you for to do what the connoisseurs are doing right now.” She leaned in for a kiss. “You're too suave for me to stay mad at. I like the level of rough we get sometimes just fine.”
He smiled, pulling her back in for another kiss. “I still refuse to believe they're actually doing what you say they will. They might just fall asleep on each other and wake up shouting.”
She shook her head. “You could almost feel the electricity between them. They want each other, and they've hidden it under a veneer of hatred and rivalry. Alcohol breaks those down rather nicely. People don't shout at each about how much they other and then swap whiskey in a kiss unless they want to fuck like animals on a desk.”

“I sure hope that one day, your reality comes out in theatres, darling. I would love to see it.”

“Are my stories not enough?” she teased, head leaning down as she looked up at him from beneath her round glasses. “Are you actually claiming to be bored of me?” Reaching one leg over him, she climbed into his lap, mouth pressed to his ear. She whispered, “Does moaning every word I write as you ravage me no longer thrill you? Does spinning a tale as you thrust into me not make your heart flutter like it used to?”

“You're teasing me,” he said with steady tone, clasping her hand and slowly dragging the purple glove off of it.

She smiled, pressing her thigh against his crotch region and rubbing slowly. “And from what I feel, it's working.”

“Even a man of deep moral fibre such as myself cannot resist the wiles of a wicked woman.”

“Which fibre is it that involves handcuffing me to the bed and asking me to meow like a kitty for you?”

He growled, shutting her up with another kiss. “Don't complain too much about things that you ask me for.”

She smiled coyly and leaned in for a peck. “We can play this all night, but it's not getting anything written or getting us off.” She rolled off of him as he got off the bed, letting her wriggle over to the centre of the wide bed. She got onto her stomach, pushing a pillow out of the way and laying the notebook down on the bed, open to the first page. She got her knees underneath her and pushed up with them, raising her entire lower body for her boyfriend.

The dark-type trainer, meanwhile, got back on the bed behind her, pulling up her skirt and taking a moment simply to massage her thighs and feel her out. The fabric of her pantyhose felt odd to the touch as he kneaded the skin, but he was used to it by now. Slowly her made his way inward with his hands until finally he rubbed her slit through her panties. The gentle motion her back made told him he was right on the mark. “Is this a pair you intend to keep?” he asked smoothly, pressing down forcefully against her opening.

“Yes,” she said, maintaining her composure as she started to write. “It's the one I wear to parties for a reason, please don't tear it.”
“Even though you knew exactly what we were doing tonight...”
“On the chance I was going to get drunker than I was, it wasn't something I'd want an accident to expose.”

“As if several of them don't already know.” He grabbed the bands of her undergarments and started to slide them slowly down her body. After getting them down to her knees and noting that she was rather wet for what little they had done, he decided to tease her a little. He began the massage again, this time starting at her calves. He enjoyed teasing her like, that especially on nights when she was more sarcastic than usual. Getting her all hot and ready, then stalling for as long possible while still touching her, was a delicious way to make her squirm.

Shauntal tried to ignore him, pretending he wasn't being a teasing prick at that moment, and set out to write. She muttered to herself as the pen scratched along the paper noisily, producing an endless flow of garbled 'words' that nobody could decode but her. Her penmanship had taken a nosedive when she met Grimsley. Originally it was very clear and legible, which was how he ended up finding her secret. Since then, so much of her writing was done frantically with him inside of her or touching her that she couldn't write legibly at all. The upside was that his touch sent her productivity through the roof, but there were many mornings after where she struggled to decode what she had written the night before in the process of typing it up on her laptop. She had tried using her laptop more right off the bet, but it was still packed away in her bag and she was too excited and horny to fish it out and spend the time starting it up.

Slowly his hands worked up her thighs, and the subtlest of changes in her breath told him that she wouldn't complain because his massage felt too damn good to ask for it to stop. Not as good as sex, but pleasant enough to make it proper teasing. Eventually he reached the crease in her thigh, rubbing the midpoint between thigh and vulva. She grew even more restless, anticipation killing her as he drew nearer to properly pleasuring her, which was just something he couldn't do. Instead of drawing closer and doing what she expected, he dragged his hands up and began to massage her ass.

Growling a very unladylike curse, Shauntal resigned herself to being at his asshole whims, as per usual, and continued writing. She was thankful for how much plot ended up preceding the sex, allowing her not to delve right into the territory that would make his teasing any worse. The strong hands kneading her ass, using his intimate knowledge of every inch of her body to make her twist the ways he wanted, were chipping away at her, and writing about two people having incredible, rough sex would have only made her unbearably horny. “'As opposed to only manageably horny,' she mused bitterly to herself, lamenting how his teasing was giving her ideas and zeroing in her desires for the night.”

Grimsley chuckled to himself, deep and rich, as he watched the tipsy author slip into narrating her own life without even realizing it. It told him what he needed to know and made everything so much sweeter. “So then, anal tonight, darling?”

Again she swore, realizing her habits betrayed her, as usual. There was no use in fighting it any further, so she sighed and nodded. “But I'm actually writing, so let's avoid a repeat of last time. I won't be able to use my owns hands tonight.”
With a roll of the eyes he slipped his hands down, ignoring her remark as he finally gave her what she craved. One hand braced her hip as his fingers ran down her wet folds, sending a shiver through her spine that made her hand twitch off to the side and spoil the word she was writing with a large ink line right through it. She started the word again, gritting her teeth and tensing up her elbow to help keep it steady. It was always a shock the first time he properly touched her, but it usually wasn't so pronounced. Must have been the wine.

Her body stretched out a little bit as he rubbed her all over, again knowing exactly what she liked best and using his knowledge to excellent effect. There was never a lazy effort from him; he always gave her his all and made her feel exquisite. That was part of why she liked him; his pride dictated that he could never leave a woman half-satisfied. Unless, of course, it was all part of the game, and she was bound and blindfolded, on the edge and begging for it. That was a special circumstance. On a normal night without the cat ears, there was no excuse for a weak showing.

As two fingers slipped into her, the scratching against the paper grew more frantic. The story spread out before her, timing on her side as she detailed Cilan bending Burgundy over his bed and fingerfucking her. Even it it felt nothing like what Grimsley did to her, devoid of the anger and neck biting and hair pulling, it enhanced the scene to be experiencing something similar. She could appreciate it more, make everything seem more real. Burgundy clawed drunkenly at the bed in the story just as Shauntal would have in real life had she not had a duty to uphold.

Unfortunately, Grimsley already had anal on the mind and would not let it go. His eyes watched her bottom sway, and had ideas forming that just had to be indulged. His free hand dragged up her soft, pale ass, giving it a squeeze before he brought a finger to his lips. He almost put it in his mouth, before a better idea struck him. He leaned over his lover, which had the added effect of pressing his erection up against her side through his pants. He brought the finger to her lips instead, whispering hotly into his ear. “If you'd please.”

“It's good to see you still have that strong moral fibre intact,” she noted with a roll of her eyes.

“A less upstanding man would take no precautions.” He pressed against her a little harder, and even through his clothes and against her hip, the feeling of his hardness made her tremble a little. Her lips parted slightly to let out a moan and the finger slipped through. She grumbled a little, but ultimately relented. She adjusted her glasses and tried to ignore the hand in the bottom of her peripheral vision as she sucked on his finger and continued writing. There would be time when she was sober to contemplate all of the ways her life had gone off the rails that she was in a hotel room bed, writing about a friend having hatesex with his rival while she sucked on her boyfriend's finger, but it was not then. It was healthier to work things out after the fact than philosophize during sex; what she had dubbed “Cherening”. For that moment she would enjoy the feeling of his hot breath on her ear and the subtle ways he showed his desire and hunger in how he pressed his body against hers. She would enjoy that the finger sucking wasn't needless, and that she would have a far easier time if she obliged him.

“You're hardly making me want that blowjob any less, dear,” he said harshly into her ear, beginning to pump the finger between her lips. He chuckled at the little addition, pleased with himself for the joke he'd made. After the wisp of amusement died down he slipped a second in there. It was an odd place he was in, fingerfucking her at both ends, but there was something about it that did not do the fact his cock was sill in his pants any favours.

Out of some kind of spite, she started sucking them loudly, sure to throw in plenty of tongue just to make him lament the fact he wasn't getting oral a little bit more. The immediate response of his bulge aching against her side brought a smile to her as focus on the story waned. She hoped that it wasn't the beginning of another one of those nights, where she got nothing done because the sex got far too intense for her to be any sort of productive. As enjoyable as they were, she always woke up the next morning feeling as though she could have done more. Especially hot off the heels of three new ideas, there was no time to waste.

Finally satisfied with how wet they had gotten, he pulled the fingers out of her mouth and pulled off of her. He returned to his position behind her, placing his palm on the cheek as he sank his spit-soaked ring finger slowly into her. She tensed at the feeling, head leaning back a little as the slow invasion stood in stark contrast to the rapid motion of his fingers inside her pussy. Her focus started to return a little to the story, though not as much as she liked. Her muse was actively working against her, and even without looking back she knew Grimsley had a wide, self-satisfied smirk as he watched her dance on his fingers. She hated that he was so good just as much as she loved it. The nights when he showed no interest in her story of the night he always made a game out of fucking her just that little bit harder or doing that extra little thing that could make her mind cloud over with lust, obscuring words and replacing her thoughts with need.

One of his nastiest tricks followed. He pulled the fingers out of her vagina and began to work his pants off. He'd had more experience than anyone ever should with undressed one-handedly, and before long he had his penis out and beginning to tease her. Holding it steady, he rocked his hips back and forth, running his head along her slit with enough force to make her knees falter a bit. He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes shutting tightly and the hand on her ass holding it just a little bit tighter.

It was her turn to laugh, though hers was a much richer and joyful laugh. Seemingly without realizing she was doing it all, she lapsed again into prose, still intently writing. “His taunts had backfired though, and as he pressed himself flush against her entrance with the intent of making her writhe and beg, he discovered that his own need had been just as deep and the aching increased. Though too smug to admit it, he knew that we was now just as deep into the hole as she was, and he had to do everything in his power to keep from simply going deep into another hole.”
“That was awful,” he remarked, pressing his tip hard against her clit and grinding it slowly. “And if sucking my finger hadn't left me so turned on that last bit would have killed the mood entirely.” He withdrew from her ass, only to sink both fingers into her. Again he elicited a reaction that made him smirk and lessen the frustration of knowing how right she was. His petty revenge of emphatically not fucking her was backfiring spectacularly, needing to fight the urge not to give in. Every motion against her velvety folds made his resolve falter a little and he wondered, watching her write even as she began to buck back against his hand, if in reality he was the one worse off for his teasing.

Slowly, Shauntal overcame what he was doing and redoubled her focus. The wine went a long way in helping with that; it dulled her senses and kept her from multitasking, allowed her to set everything onto one specific aim. Even as her body worked its own agenda and moved in complement to his efforts to get her off, her mind simply unfurled its tale. It was a sweet disconnect, seemingly one level below full-on astral projection, as her mind and body split off to accomplish their own tasks with the sort of efficiency only her secondary muse could provide. Of course, as the fingers inside of her ass parted and began to stretch her out in preparation, her disparate halves did begin to reunite again. She could only hold out so much, and scissoring motion of his wet fingers easily broke down her crude mental defences.

Again, he hunched over her, buried to the knuckles inside of her ass, his shaft flush against her pussy and slowly grinding. “Now,” he purred into her ear and she almost melted into a puddle of lust beneath him. Her head arched up and pressed against his shoulder, a moan clawing its way out as her whole body surged with excitement.

“You do this every time,” she moaned. “And always when Cilan is involved. Why does Cilan make you want anal so much, Grimsley?”
He pulled away from her quickly at that remark, and she managed to roll over into a healthy gut laugh at his expression. Rolling his eyes, he leaned forward and gave her ass a playful smack for that awful comment. “Again, you are rather lucky I want you so badly right now, as you seem determined to spoil your chances of actually getting laid tonight.”

It took a few seconds after he finished speaking for her laughter to die down. She slipped off her pantyhose and panties, leaving her completely bottomless, only scarcely covered by her dress. “The chair. Last time we did this with a Cilan story I was on all fours, but I want something different this time. Sit at the desk.” She went over to the bag she packed and began searching for something.
He obliged, sitting into the chair in front of the desk that the hotel room had, turning it so he faced her and parting his legs. “You know, the easiest way to get me nice and slick for--”

“No blowjobs,” she repeated, fishing a bottle of lubricant out of the bag and tossing it to him. “Here, use this and quit complaining.”

As she continued searching, he watched with a grin. She bent from the waist, which meant her ass was on display for him barely hidden by her dress as it rode up her skin, making the process of getting his cock slick with the lube even sweeter. He stroked himself to the sight of her, going all the way from base to tip with every motion to make sure he was ready for her. The last thing anybody needed was for the sex to come to a grinding halt once it finally got going. Simply grinding would be fine.

He groaned at himself for making the sort of comment Shauntal would have ended a paragraph with and he would have rolled his eyes at. She was rubbing off on him a little too much, it seemed.

Finally she walked over to him, notebook closed with the pen slipped into the loop and the cap holding it there. The other hand held a vibrator; nothing fancy or elegant, just a simple toy that she handed off to him. “Here, use this. I've had your fingers all night and we haven't brought this out in a while.”
He accepted graciously as she laid the notebook down on the desk and slowly settled into his lap. His girth meant that even though he had loosened her up nicely with his fingers she still wasn't quite ready for him. As they turned and she opened the book she started to slip down his shaft, handful of thrusts to get all the way down. By the time she had, her body had leaned forward and her lower lip trembled a little as she opened the book. “F-fuck,” she spat out, madly turned on by the feeling of him in her ass. The vibrator was still not even touching her or turned on yet and she already felt like it was going to be a challenge to hold on. She flipped open the pages loudly, having to restrain herself from tearing them in how quickly she went for the right page. She was amazed how much she had written already, even if most of it was nigh-impenetrable chicken scratch.

The low buzz of the toy started as Grimsley pressed it against the crease of her thigh, knowing it to be the perfect teasing spot for her. Indeed, the way her back arched up again and her body pressed tight to his told him all he needed to. His other hand rested on the opposite thigh as he began to guide her in her motions atop him. Her ass was hot and tight and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why this was such a rare thing for them. As much as he enjoyed everything else they did, all he had to do was sit there and rub something battery-operated against her. She did the rest of the work and did a damn hot job doing it.

The story unfolded before her eyes, the sensation of the toy now flush against her dripping opening and of him buried deep in her ass driving her. In the story, Cilan had Burgundy up against the wall, hands on her wrists and pinning them to the wall as he ravaged her. Their kisses were angry and violent, always interrupted with strings of insults and demeaning comments about each others' performance.

“The only sign that either of them were invested fully in what happened and revelling in the moment was that their hearts raced, pumping in perfect synchronization against each other. 'Go faster, amateur' meant 'I love you' and every claw mark down his back was, for all intents and purposes, a lipstick mark on his cheek. Beneath all of the pretence were very obvious emotions they denied not because they were uncertain, but because the intensity of their motions was so much better than smooth 'lovemaking' would be.”

“Faster,” he whispered into her ear. His hand was off her thigh and pushing aside the collar of her dress, bringing it down to expose her shoulder as he ran his lips along it. She went at her own pace, though the plunging toy he pumped in and out of her dictated her own motions perfectly. Each bounce in his lap made small sounds fall loosely from her lips, and occasional grunts muffled by her neck told her that he was in the same boat.

“Each heavy thrust rocked Burgundy's body, and she couldn't imagine sex any rougher or more violent that didn't involve other items. Between a man, a woman, and a wall, this was as far as it could go. Even still, one of the hands on her wrist reached up a little and his fingers crossed with hers, clasping her hand soothingly, in a way that flew in the face of everything they were doing.”
Shauntal groaned not in arousal or pleasure, but in frustration. They were going too soft. Grimsley was caressing her neck with his lips and lovingly plunging the dildo into her; everything was just too normal, too sweet, and it was rubbing off on the story. She scratched out the last sentence furiously and moaned, “Bite me.”
That made Grimsley's brow raise in surprise. It wasn't necessarily an unheard request, but not when they were having 'normal' sex. “Darling, I know you've had a lot to drink, but I assure you, I am not a vampire.”
She scoffed. “This scene is getting too soft, and I blame the fact there's too much love in here. Bite me, make me mad, so this can keep going.”
Rolling his eyes at another strange whim her creative side came up with, he saw no reason not to oblige her. His lips returned to her neck, but this time his mouth opened wide and Grimsley's teeth--which were prominent enough to not help the vampire comparisons--dug hard into her flesh. He squeezed her thigh hard and shoved the toy into her forcefully. He wasn't in a mood for anything too out-there that night, but if she needed rough to get the Cilan story out faster, then he could at least meet her halfway.

The net gain of that was a frantic moan from Shauntal, her body leaning forward again, dragging him with her. Hunched over the desk with a dick up her ass, a toy in her soaked pussy and his teeth digging into her neck enough that if his next bite was any harder he was sure to break the skin, she wrote like mad. Her lips frantically moved as she scarcely more than scribbled onto the paper, thinking that if nothing else she would remember it perfectly and type it up the next night. The story took a back seat as the chemical rush responding to the pain kicked in and mingled with the intensity of their sex into something beautiful.

Gripping the pen hard, she felt her orgasm coming quickly, biting down on her lower lip and shutting her eyes as she started to bounce in his lap as quickly as he could. Every motion pushed his cock back into her ass and her body tightened a little bit more. She came first, due to all the teasing, and she came hard. She leaned forward, slamming her hands on the table, and with no pillow beneath her to bite down on, screamed out in loving joy, not caring they were in a hotel and whomever was next door was likely sleeping. Her body twisted against him and she didn't even care that her glasses fell off and landed on the book.

Unfortunately, Grimsley's release was not nearly as theatrical as hers. Granted, he groaned loudly into her ear as her ass tightened around him and she soaked his hand with her juices, but he mostly kept his composure as she grabbed her tightly, holding her close to him as he filled her ass, shuddering against her body. He let out a satisfied murmur and slowly the moment dissolved and reality faded back into view for both of them. He pushed on the switch with the toy, and though it remained inside her it stopped buzzing.

The bite marks on her neck were prominent and deep, several points where a little bit of blood began to trickle. He wiped them off with his collar, reasoning it was already the colour of blood and wouldn't show if he couldn't get the stains out, and pressed his lips to them. He started kissing them better, slowly and with the sort of patient caring he didn't usually show her until after he had seen release. It always mellowed him out, and he could merely sit there and enjoy the fact they were both bottomless in a chair and panting heavily.

“I guess that's all for tonight,” she shrugged, closing the book slowly. “I expected to go for longer but you... You're quite the devil, aren't you?”
He chuckled, turning her head gently so she faced him and met him with a soft, slow kiss. “The devil wishes he were half the charmer I am.”
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