A scene of chaos was frozen in a quiet calm. Torn, scattered clothes littered the bedroom. A shirt lay crumpled by the doorway, nestled into the fine maroon carpeting. A trail of other clothes; another shirt, gloves, and a hair tie, led to the fine mahogany desk. The trail of clothes led to a pile heaped at the desk’s base; pants, socks, underwear and a skirt all piled loosely around one another. The surface of the desk was a disaster. A bra had been haphazardly thrown to the side, huddling amongst now toppled piles of files. The desk lamp had been knocked over, teetering on the edge and threatening to fall at any moment. Everything on the desk was crooked and out of place, pens scattered, picture frames fallen on their faces and a spectacular journal bound in a golden cover had been thrown to the floor. Along its fine, polished surface were streaking marks of sweat with a larger mark on the lower half. Smaller marks littered the carpet between the desk and the king-sized bed in the middle of the large room. The bed was in no better condition itself. The soft, silk sheets were crumpled and twisted with wet marks streaked across the smooth red material. Laying in the middle of the twisted blankets were two bodies.
A small woman with long black hair, the soft pale skin of her curvy body was covered in red and purple marks. Her ass and thighs were bruised with large, rough hand marks. Her tits were much the same, with large swollen, purple nipples. Makeup was smudged and smeared on her face, the foundation around her mouth running and her mascara forming black lines down her cheeks. Despite her seemingly appalling condition, an un-breaking smile was plastered on her face. She lay on her head on a large man’s broad and hairy chest. The hair was the same dark black as hers, a mighty mane that covered his front from collar bone to belly button. It did nothing to hide the large, powerful pectoral muscles on his chest or his bulging six-pack. While it did cover the muscle’s definitions, the rising bumps of each muscle formed hairy hills along his body. The rest of his body was no different, his forearms and legs were all covered in a thick black forest of hair, growing on the large powerful muscles. His face was the only place absent of thick body hair, still, unkempt stubble covered his face from upper lip to neck. Spread out behind his head and beneath his shoulder was a mass of wild, messy black hair with a few small tight braids. The woman clung to him, her hands caressing him while she nuzzled against his broad chest with her cheek. Her breasts pressed either side of his arm and her stomach pressed against the side of his hip. Her long, bruised but smooth thighs were wrapped around his leg while her feet tangled with his. She worshipped him, exploring his body and kissing him all along his thick neck. He on the other hand only lay on his back, one arm around her with a cold and apathetic look. His eyes did not so much as flick to her body, staring up un-moving at the ceiling. The only movement coming from his eyelids to blink. The warm, soothing light of the rising sun shone on them through the big glass wall to their right. The wall was one big sliding glass door with huge curtains that led out to a balcony. It basked them with an orange glow that caught in the red specks of the man’s dark grey eyes.
The woman pulled her lips from the man’s neck and raised her head. How manly she thought him as she gazed down at his stoic face. She planted a kiss on his stubbled cheek and whispered against his skin.
“Tiberius, my love. With everything that’s happened what will become of this family?” She asked softly before kissing his face passionately, sucking on his cheek.
Tiberius’s eyes shifted, staring at her with the same emotionless straight face. She did not relent, grasping at his body and rubbing her thighs along his. Her tongue prodded his skin before she moved her mouth lightly off his cheek.
“The girl and the boy, they’ve broken this family haven’t they?” She whispered, her lips brushing against him.
Her lips would have returned to him right away if her head hadn’t been yanked back abruptly. Her eyes were forced up to meet Tiberius’s. His eyes were stern and flaring with anger. The neutral, straight line of his mouth now twisted into a fierce scowl. He had a tight fistful of her hair in his hand, ensuring he sent streaks of pain through her scalp with his strong grip. The woman gasped and winced with a maddened smile. Her eyes sparkled with lust as she met Tiberius’s enraged gaze and she bit her lip as he pulled her hair.
“The only thing broken is my nephew’s back, whore.” He growled, tightening his grip on her hair, “Now silence, these matters do not con-”
He stopped, his face hardening as the woman had grasped his cock. With only a few tugs he was erect in her hand. She stroked him gently, a soft smile on her face.
“If I’m to grow Griffith’s family, shouldn’t I know about its plans for the future?” She asked, her hand twisting around his shaft with each stroke.
Tiberius’s scowl softened slightly, his angered gaze forming back into a stern one. He considered her, his eyes falling down to her breasts and wide hips. The grip on her released and he lay back against the tall, wooden backboard on the grand canopied bed.
“I suppose...” He slackened, the expert movements of her hands on his cock softening him further, “you are Griffith’s wife.” He conceded.
His eyes focused on the only piece of clothing still on Andrea’s body, a silver wedding ring with a blue jewel. It clung to her slender ring finger, pressing against the shaft of his cock as her hand stroked him. He grew harder and a semblance of a smirk appeared on his face.
“And your whore.” Andrea whispered back, sliding down and hovering her lips above his cock.
She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft until her chin touched his balls before running it back up to the tip.
“So, what happens now my love?” She asked before taking his cock in her mouth.
Tiberius closed his eyes and grunted as her tongue and cheeks pleasured his cock.
“Losing the boy and the girl is just a blow to Griffith’s ego, it does nothing but change who he will groom to be his successor. Most likely one of the twins.” He explained.
He grasped her hair again, taking a tight handful. Aggressively he pushed her face down and his cock into her throat. Andrea coughed and spluttered but still, he held her down.
“Your only concern should be giving him new children to replace the failures and then some. Who knows, if you raise them right one of your spawn might be chosen over one of the twins.” He added, smirking sadistically as Andrea squirmed and struggled for air.
Tiberius waited until he saw her face turn a shade of blue before yanking her off his cock. Andrea gasped and coughed, falling forward onto his stomach. Spit spluttered up, getting caught in his body hair and coating Andrea’s chin. A huge, satisfied grin formed on her face as she coughed up spit onto him. Shakily, she rose and grasped his cock again. She forced a pleased smile to appear on Tiberius’s face as she resumed sucking his cock, her hands still trembling. For a while she indulged in sucking his cock, slobbering on his shaft and balls. Moans trembled from her, muffled by his cock pressing against the back of her throat. Eventually, she lifted her head for air, gasping and coughing all over again. A wicked grin formed on her face as she continued to jerk him off, her hand gliding swiftly along his wet shaft.
“Can you really call them his children though?” She asked devilishly, her eyes sparkling with delight as Tiberius stiffened with anger.
He grabbed for her throat, his large hand wrapping around it with ease. Andrea cried out in delight as she was yanked up, dragged over his stomach so their faces were only inches apart. Tiberius glared at her furiously, squeezing her neck tightly, the veins in his arm popping. Andrea choked, straining to breathe as her windpipe was crushed.
“Watch your dirty fucking mouth slut.” He growled before spitting in her face, “All that matters is that he thinks they’re his children, you see to that.”
Andrea’s eyes rolled back as no air reached her brain. Her smile widened into an open, blissful grin while hands grabbed at Tiberius’s. A look of aggressive hunger crossed Tiberius’s face as her hands struggled against his firm grip. He lifted her up into the air above him with an evil grin.
“Now, let’s make sure that they aren’t.” He said through gritted teeth, his eyes flaring wildly.
He thrust inside her and let go of her throat. His hands grabbed her hips and began slamming her up and down on his cock. Andrea gasped for air and cried out happily, clutching his chest hair as she bounced on his cock. Her pussy was already raw and used from last night, still wet for him. Old cum ran down along the shaft of his cock, his own cum. The grasp on her bruised hips was firm, squeezing the flesh like a baker might squeeze raw dough. He released one hand, reared it up into the air and slammed it down hard against her. The loud slap was nothing compared to Andrea’s scream of joy. Tiberius’s hand squeezed her just as hard as soon as it made contact again. Lustful, aggressive grunts escaped his clenched jaw each time his cock thrust inside her. Andrea leaned forward to kiss him but Tiberius swiftly brought his hand back to her throat. Her throat had been turned red, raw from his strong grip and starting to purple in places. Still, he mercilessly squeezed her throat again, using the grip to slam her on his cock harder. Andrea let out a desperate, lustful cry as his hand squeezed her throat again. Her eyes locked onto his, her gaze just as wild and crazed as his.
“What-” She choked out, “will happen to the failures?” She managed to get out through her tightly clamped throat.
Tiberius’s already fierce anger only flared further, burning on his face like an inferno. He bellowed a long, guttural yell and roughly threw her from his cock. Andrea bounced on her back, skipping once to the side. He was on her in an instant, not even allowing her to so much as a gasp for air before squeezing her throat again. His huge, muscular body loomed over her tense with anger. He raised his other hand up and slapped her hard across the face. Andrea cried out before shuddering with delight, a stupid grin on her face.
“The only sounds coming out of that mouth I want to hear are your moans.” He growled angrily, slapping her across her tender breasts now.
“The only words I want to hear is you begging for my cum inside you understand?” Another hard slap struck her face, making her ears ring.
Andrea nodded submissively, her eyes drooped with intense lust. Tiberius let go of her throat and she gasped. Her body heaved and writhed as it struggled for air. However, her struggles were her body’s doing. Her mind meanwhile forced her smile to remain and made her laugh excitedly through struggled gasps. The sight made Tiberius smirk and he watched her struggle, stroking his cock above her. Shakily she pressed herself off the bed and raised her head. Her trembling hand reached for Tiberius’s cock. Before she could grasp it Tiberius grabbed her waist and hoisted her up. Instead, her arms flung around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist. He allowed her to kiss him as he stood up from the bed. His hands held her ass, squeezing tightly as she supported her with his strong arms. He kissed her back hungrily, not able to shake his smirk.
“That’s a good whore.” He whispered between frantic kisses, his voice shuddering.
As they made out wildly, Tiberius carried Andrea over to the desk. He slammed her down, keeping his body close to hers and their lips locked. Everything on the desk shook and only became more scattered. The lamp fell, shattering the bulb inside. Pens hopped into the air before bouncing off onto the floor. The stacks of files shifted and some slid off, scattering paper everywhere. Tiberius paid it no mind and quickly thrust back inside Andrea, fucking her with frenzied thrusts. Andrea’s inquiries were stopped as she indulged in her pleasure. She cried, screamed and moaned as Tiberius’s cock pulverised her pussy. Her nails clawed at his back and she bit his lip, forcing Tiberius to grin. He responded by biting her tongue, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to make her squirm with sensual pain. His hands grasped her heaving breasts, fondling and squeezing them roughly. Andrea’s moans were no different when her pussy throbbed with pleasure or her tender breasts throbbed with pain. Her lustful grin never faltered.
“Is that all you’ve got?” She stammered out with a wicked smirk.
Tiberius’s smirk quickly disappeared and he scowled. He began fucking her even harder, making the desk slam violently into the wall. He crushed her breast with one hand and slapped her face with the other. Andrea moaned crazily, each hard slap against her face making her scream with delight. Suddenly, after Tiberius slapped her hard across her temple, her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung from her mouth. Her pussy squirted frantically and a long, gagged moan droned her mouth. Tiberius stopped slapping her but kept his brutal pace going, watching her limp face with a satisfied smirk. Andrea’s whole world was spinning and cloudy, the slap to her head knocking the sense out of her. All she could feel was Tiberius’s hand squeezing her tits and her orgasm burning through her. With one final burst of her pleasure from her orgasm, her world suddenly sharpened. Her vision cleared and the sound returned as if someone had quickly flipped a volume slider from 0 to max volume. After her orgasm, the pleasure from Tiberius’s cock was weakened and her mind cleared. She smirked up at him and brushed her cheek with his hand.
“He’ll notice this mess you know.” She whispered, stroking his face, “If something is off even by an inch, he’ll know.”
Tiberius had no more rage to give. He simply stared down at her plainly and firmly cupped her face in his hand. He slowed his thrusts down to stand still, keeping his cock balls-deep inside her.
“He won’t come back to his room for days. Not while he’s in those woods sulking like he always does when he gets especially angry.” Tiberius murmured, “I’m sure your maids can fix this up before he returns.” A smirk reappeared on his face.
“Either way I’ll be gone before he comes back so it’s your problem.” He added, giving her a hard thrust of his cock.
The single burst of pleasure along his cock made his hips move slowly back and forth, fucking Andrea gently.
“Fuck you!” Andrea exclaimed with a laugh, grinning ear to ear.
Tiberius chuckled and they pressed their foreheads together, grinning at each other. Something resembling love softened Andrea’s face and she kissed him once lightly, clinging to his neck. Tiberius’s face softened too and he ran his hand along her body, gliding his fingers along her smooth skin. He leaned into her kiss, pressing his body against hers. They fucked passionately on top of Griffith’s desk, among Griffith’s things in Griffith’s room. Their loving embrace lasted what felt like hours to Andrea, each gentle thrust of Tiberius’s cock inside her lasting a lifetime. However, as raised his head from hers, the orange light of the rising sun shone down on her. Tiberius lifted her again, keeping his cock still inside her. It twitched and throbbed against the walls of her pussy. Desperate for the pleasure to never end, Andrea wrapped her legs around him and hung on tight as she bounced on his cock. Flailing her ass up and down on his cock as he carried her, clapping her bruised ass cheeks together. The wild pace made Tiberius grunt, his face scrunched up as pleasure shot through him. He staggered and had to stop so he would not drop her, his arms shaking. After a long breath with Andrea still bouncing on his cock he continued forwards, towards the large wall of a window. In one swift motion, he pulled out, spun her around, pushed her against the glass and thrust back inside her. With a slow, steady pace he slammed his cock hard in her pussy. His crotch slammed her ass cheeks, making them ripple. Her breasts pressed up against the glass, flattening her nipples. She turned her face, pressing her cheek against the glass while she moaned happily. Tiberius slipped his hand between the glass and her throat, gently grasping it and pulling her head back so that she could look out straight ahead.
“You see those mountains?” He whispered against her ear.
“From their peaks, down their faces, through the forests that border them and all the way south to the sea on our backs. That is the domain of the rangers.” He explained gruffly, starting to answer her unanswered question.
He began thrusting faster, not losing any of the power with each thrust. Andrea moaned happily, her hands pressed against the glass as she looked out over the expansive forest and the tips of mountains in the distance.
“There isn’t a place where the girl or the boy could hide where we can’t find them. Oh, and when we do...” He grinned devilishly, picking up his pace back to a wild frenzy.
“We’ll take their pokémon!” He slapped her ass hard, “Throw them in a ranger’s jail!” Another hard slap, “and ship their pokémon off to places where they can never find them!” One final slap against her ass.
Andrea cried out as the slap rung out, cumming hard again on his cock. Tiberius’s face, wild with evil glee suddenly drooped and he cried out too. He fell forward, leaning against the glass as he came inside her. Together they moaned, their orgasms pulsing in sync.
“That’s right you fill your brother’s wife’s pussy with cum!” Andrea grunted out lustfully through gritted teeth.
Tiberius roared and slammed both hands down on her ass so hard that it brought tears to her eyes and a giddy smile to her lips. Her legs buckled and she collapsed, bringing Tiberius with her. They lay on the ground in a heaped mess, panting and laughing weakly. Hungrily, they grasped for each other and began wildly making out on the soft carpet.
“Make sure you cover those bruises slut.” He whispered against her lips, gliding his hand along her face and stopping on a small cut.
Guilt crossed Tiberius’s face as he felt the cut but Andrea soothed him, caressing his face and kissing him.
“Don’t frown, I love this gift.” She whispered, placing her hand on his and pushing it down firmly against the cut.
“By the time you return again I’ll be healed and you can ruin me all over again.” Her voice trembled sensually.
Tiberius laughed out loud and looked at her with disbelief.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asked with an amused smile.
Andrea simply smiled at him thinly and brushed a hand along his cock.
“That matter doesn’t concern you.” She whispered softly before flinging her bruised, red and purple body onto his.
They fell back onto the floor, hungrily making out and with the rising sun shining down on them. They laughed together, their love oozing from them.
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Next chapter, Abby and Green are now on the run from the rangers. They venture through the woods, south out of Cerulean with Abby leading the way to a place familiar to her.