Shaying Things Up (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 424)

Brandy tugged at another strap, the leather creaking faintly before snapping back against Shay's skin. The sting drew out a hiss from Shay, followed by a lazy grin. She sprawled across the pillows like a Purrloin, legs spread enough to look inviting but still playing coy.

"You've gotten dangerous, you know that?" Shay murmured, shifting her weight as Brandy leaned over her. "When we fought, you were so out of depth. Got super lucky. Now you're-"

Brandy cut her off with a nip just above the swell of her breast, sharp teeth grazing skin. Shay gasped and arched her back, words dissolving into a moan.

"Now I'm what?" Brandy asked, letting her voice roll low and sultry.

"A lot more confident," Shay panted, licking her lips. "Kind of sexy, not going to lie."

"I've been working on it. You didn't watch my tournament fight?" Brandy said, lapping her tongue over the red spot her bite had left. "I know Sparky messages you. She bugs everyone I've ever met."

"My mom is announcing that tournament, and I get enough of her normally." Shay wrinkled her nose. "I just watched the big highlight."

"Calcine?" Brandy guessed.

"Calcine. Big ladies are doing it for me lately. Odile too. I guess I've got a type now." She grinned, eyes flicking to Brandy. "You want me to tell you more about her?"

"That was what you were meant to be doing." Brandy said, "You got distracted."

"Well, I like being distracted. Now my story depends on how much tongue I'm getting."

Brandy chuckled, dragging her teeth in a trail along Shay's collarbone. Exhaustion still pulled at her limbs, but teasing Shay was like kneading a stress ball, working tension out of her with every whimper Shay made. "I want to hear a story, if it's good, maybe I'll show you what I've learned to do to ladies."

"Right, right." Shay squirmed under Brandy's hand as it slid down her stomach, fingertips brushing the edges of the leather harness. She clutched the sheets like a lifeline, trying to focus. "Odile. Yeah. When I found her, she was a wreck."

Shay's voice slipped into storytelling cadence even as her breath hitched from Brandy's probing fingers. "She's been working to pretty up the arcade some, but it was real run-down when I got here. Odile was, too. She looked… hollow. She didn't even think I was real when I turned up I was really worried she was losing it."

Brandy licked a slow stripe up Shay's throat, and Shay whimpered before forcing herself to continue.

"You've been in this city a while. What do you think the issue is?"

"I went over this with Rora, she's cool you'd like her," Brandy said, glossing over how Rora made Brandy's brain bounce around like a ping pong ball when she was trying to be seductive. "The city's had a lot of Punk ladies move in. Younger ladies who want more excitement and rule-breaking rather than the Goth ladies' danger and mystery. Left a lot of the older ladies feeling like the cities changed and left them behind."

"Not just a hot redhead, are you?" Shay smirked. "Smart too. That's exactly it. Odile's arcade used to be like a little horror spot. An abandoned arcade? A mysterious lady running it? Total flytrap to goth ladies, and she had a great time."

"Then the city changed, and people didn't come anymore?"

"Exactly. I was going to try to help her change with the times, but I uh..."

"Enjoyed being her little pet?"

Shay grinned shamelessly. "I mean, yeah. She's kind of amazing. Odile has all those crazy stories about when she was young, and when she started opening up to me, I was addicted to her. She's funny, she's got a wicked sense of humour, super ... you know."

"Intimidating?"

"In a hot way."

"In a hot way." Brandy nodded. She wasn't going to argue. It had been a lot of fun being Odile's plaything.

"Odile treasures you," Shay sighed happily. "She's the kind of lover who can make you feel like you're the only one who ever mattered. And most importantly of all, she really, really appreciates good pussy eating. Made me proud to give it my best."

Shay stuck out her impossibly long tongue, the candlelight glinting off the piercings running down it as it lolled in invitation. Brandy let out a laugh and looped her hand gently around it, stroking and teasing at it, watching Shay tremble at the casual touch. The sight of it lolling over her flesh made Brandy squirm. Shay's inheritance really had gone heavy on her tongue, and it was hard not to think about how devastating she could be with it. No wonder Odile had liked her; she probably didn't meet many ladies who could match her size. Shay gave Brandy a tug with that tongue, pulling her in closer until their noses brushed. Then she let it slack free again, eyes glinting with wicked promise.

"I could drop you flat on your back right now and eat you out until you forgot your own name. Want me to prove it?"

Brandy's hand traced lower, tugging one strap loose with deliberate slowness. The leather slid against Shay's skin, and her breath stuttered. Before Shay could get too smug, Brandy slipped two fingers down and pressed inside her, curling just enough to make Shay jolt and moan.

"Is that a no?" Shay gasped, hips rocking helplessly.

Brandy smirked, sweat beading on her own brow at the thought of that tongue, but refusing to give up control. She bit lightly at the base of Shay's throat. "I'm thinking about it. Keep talking."

Shay tried, but her voice cracked when Brandy's tongue followed the bite with a soft lick. "S-so yeah… I made it a mission to breathe some life back into Odile. Every day, just showing up with my girls, bringing her food, or letting her use her mouth. Mostly my mouth."

Brandy laughed into her skin, muffled. "Obsessed."

"Can you blame me? Arceus, going down on her is heaven. Huge thighs squeezing my head, big moans that rattled through me, and the kind of filthy praise that made me melt every single time. She made me feel like I was worshipping her, and I loved it. Her Pokémon loved that I was cheering her up, too; they've fucked me over every surface here. All my partners are in their balls because they can barely keep up. Voracious, it's terrifying, but we made the whole place feel alive again. So I- ahh, fuck!"

Brandy had taken another strap between her teeth, tugging it until it snapped loose, then letting the leather slide across Shay's breast. At the same time, she worked her fingers deeper, twisting and curling with practiced skill she'd honed on Wren, Saffira, and Maple. The careful rhythm made Shay arch up into her touch, the brush of leather and the steady fingering combining to leave her squirming uncontrollably.

"I think I rescued her from something really bad. That bond breaking? I think it's when people let things fester like this. Odile loves her partners to bits, but she was missing something from her life. The whole city has two things smashed together right now, and they don't feed each other properly." 

"Communication is important." Brandy agreed, kissing down Shay's ribs, slow and deliberate, while her fingers kept working inside Shay with an unhurried rhythm. Each curl and press pulled another gasp out of her, and Shay's hands tangled in Brandy's hair as she rocked helplessly against the fingering.

"She'd tell me stories while I- oh fuck Brandy that's good ... um ... while I worked her thighs with my tongue. Bragged about old conquests, all the girls she'd ruined. You know she's got a crazy good memory? Dates, names, what perfume they wore. She pretends it's all trophies, but it's not. She remembers because she adores giving people an experience they won't forget."

Brandy hummed against her skin, making Shay buck her hips. "Careful. You're almost sweet when you talk like that."

"Don't tell anyone." Shay's grin wavered as Brandy's teeth nipped at the soft skin just under her breast. "But yeah. Day by day, she brightened. Started dressing up again. She really wants to bring the arcade alive. The only issue is-"

"Punk ladies want to cause trouble, and they're not interested in a dingy arcade."

"And all the old goth ladies are too settled down for adventures." Shay nodded.

Brandy shifted up, her mouth finding Shay's ear again. "You brought life back to her with just your tongue?"

Shay's laugh was breathless. "Oral's my specialty. You don't even know how bad I want to show you."

"I'm curious," Brandy teased, sliding the last strap down Shay's stomach, letting the outfit hang loose off her body before flicking it away. At the same time, her fingers pressed deeper into Shay, earning a sudden yowl of pleasure that made Brandy grin triumphantly.

"You're killing me." Shay's voice cracked, almost desperate. "I'm trying to tell a story, but you're ... ahh ..."

Brandy's fingers traced a circle around Shay's clit, deliberate, slow strokes that had had her legs twitching.

"Keep talking."

Shay's head thumped back against the pillows. "You've really changed. Morgan's been good for you." Shay licked her lips, breath shaky. "The sex was great, but honestly, I think she just needed someone new to share with. I mean, we had crazy amounts of sex, but we also fixed the arcade up together. My team helped repair wiring, clean the machines, and polish things up. Odile started lighting candles again, not just sitting in the dark. We played games, stupid long board games I didn't understand, but she loved explaining them."

"You love her?"

"I'm infatuated." Shay snorted. "She's been fun, but I know her well now. She needs new experiences. I think if we can fix that, then nothing bad will happen. I don't want to go until that."

"And maybe come back to visit. Sounds like Odile owes you." Brandy said, locked into a slow, steady rhythm that edged Shay toward climax without letting her tip over.

Shay bucked her hips, frustrated, a whine curling out of her throat. "You're evil."

"So are you," Brandy tutted. "Finish your story."

Shay swallowed hard, trying to keep her thoughts straight. "Not much else to tell." Her voice softened, the bravado slipping for once. "I think I saved her. Not just with sex, but just being there. Reminding her of the good times. I think that's what this bond-breaking thing is. Life falling apart around you, even if it's not your fault."

Brandy studied her for a long moment, then leaned down and kissed her jaw, gentle this time. "Good girl."

"How dare you." Shay huffed, though her smile was shaky.  "So what's my reward?"

Brandy didn't answer right away, instead curling her fingers and driving Shay over the edge with a firm flourish of her fingers. Shay yowled and shuddered around her touch, eyes rolling back as the orgasm crashed through her. Brandy rode it out with her fingers, and only when the tremors had left Shay limp and breathless did Brandy give her cheek a kiss.

"Your reward," Brandy murmured with a sly grin, "is we're going to help Odile market this place to the punks, and then you're going to help me rob a Casino."

"For real?" Shay said, breathlessly. 

"Oh yeah," Brandy grinned. "We're doing crimes."