I Want To Lay the Very Best!

Morgan lay back, feathers spread beneath her like a dark halo, her breath slightly uneven as she cursed her own cleverness. The cool marble of Elira's apartment floor was a stark contrast to the warmth of the woman straddling her, fork in hand, mischief written all over her sharp vulpine features.

As much as the Murkrow wanted to play it cool, it was hard. Elira was frustratingly beautiful; her fur was a rich yellow, fading into dark orange at her limbs, sleek and well-groomed. She had a smooth-skinned face just like Morgan did, but with that sly fox's grin, her lips always curled just slightly like she had a secret she was about to tell. Big, fuzzy ears twitched atop her head, filled with flame-colored fur that flickered whenever she moved. Morgan's claws itched to get a hold of them, to tug just enough to see if it'd crack Elira's confidence and finally make her squeal. But instead of having those warm, tempting ears between her fingers, Morgan had set herself up for a game she was starting to think she might lose.

Cheesecake eaten off the belly had sounded like a brilliant idea. A sensual, playful indulgence. Very classy and performative. In practice? Well.

Morgan shivered as the fork scraped lightly against her stomach, the prongs barely pressing into the fine, fluffy feathers below her thick black feather coat. Elira, taking her sweet time, scooped up a bite of the soft, creamy dessert balanced on Morgan's stomach and placed it just below Morgan's ribs with the meticulous care of a chess mistress, setting her first piece into place.

"You ready?" Elira murmured, her voice low, teasing.

Morgan smirked, feigning nonchalance. "Little bored. You really take your time for a Fire Type."

Elira chuckled, dipping her head. Her lips brushed against Morgan's warm and soft stomach before she let her tongue flick out, catching the edge of the cheesecake. Morgan tensed as the wet heat of her mouth met the cool, sticky dessert, the contrast sending a sharp jolt of sensation up her spine. The Delphox took her time, dragging her tongue slowly over Morgan's skin, gathering up the sweetness with deliberate care. Morgan bit back a groan, her talons curling against the floor.

Alright, fine. Maybe this was a good idea. Being lavished with attention like this was slamming some buttons that'd gotten a little dusty. Brandy did worship them all, even Morgan, but she never did it with this effortless confidence. The heat of Elira's mouth against her skin sent little shocks of sensation through her, each slow drag of her tongue a teasing flicker between pleasure and frustration. Morgan wasn't used to being on the receiving end like this, to someone else taking control and savoring every inch of her. It made her pulse flutter in a way she didn't want to analyze too closely.

She arched slightly as Elira sucked a bit harder just above her navel, a jolt of pleasure skittering up her spine before she bit down on a groan. This was stupid. Messy. Completely out of her hands. And yet, she couldn't deny how her body responded, a slow, simmering heat curling low in her stomach, making her breath just a little unsteady.

Elira's mouth was unhurried, deliberate, as though she was tasting more than just the cheesecake. Every slow flick of her tongue, every teasing scrape of her teeth sent Morgan's senses spiraling, each moment stretching longer than it should. Her fingers flexed against the floor, the tension coiling in her muscles as Elira's heat pressed down on her, heavier than it should have been, overwhelming in a way Morgan had never let herself indulge in before.

Her body being turned into a canvas for someone else's entertainment, and to her annoyance, she was enjoying it. There was an undeniable desire creeping up her spine; Elira knew precisely what she was doing, her lips dragging over Morgan's stomach with just enough pressure to make her squirm without escaping. The wet heat of her breath fanned across her feathers, adding to the mess already sticking to her skin, but somehow, Morgan couldn't bring herself to care.

Her breath hitched as Elira murmured something against her stomach, the words lost to the vibration but the sensation making her shudder anyway. Her feathery tail twitched against the cool floor, a physical betrayal of how much this affected her. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to give Elira the satisfaction of seeing her crumble entirely. Still, she knew she was already losing this battle. Morgan barely realized how firmly she was gripping Elira's fur, her claws buried in the thick orange fluff of her hips, grounding herself in something solid even as the warmth pooling low in her belly threatened to unravel her. She was drowning in sensation, caught between irritation and undeniable enjoyment, and damn it, she hated how much she liked it.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Elira asked, her voice a low purr. "Usually, I'd use my Future Sight to be sure, but you Dark Types make it all fuzzy on the edges."

Morgan scoffed, trying to ignore how her body still buzzed with the heat of Elira's mouth lingering on her skin. "Not confident in your abilities?"

Elira clicked her tongue, her fingers trailing lazily down Morgan's side. "Very confident, but I like certainty in things. And I think, despite your protests, you rather like being adored."

Morgan gritted her teeth. "Adored? That's a strong word for getting licked up like a spilled dessert."

Elira chuckled, the sound warm in Morgan's ears. "You say that, but your body doesn't lie." Her hand pressed lightly against Morgan's hip, her claws tracing just faintly enough to make Morgan shiver. "Your breath, your grip on me earlier. You're a Pokémon who thrives on being seen, aren't you? You enjoy attention, but only when you've earned it. You'll be the perfect table for me because it gives you the right to be enjoyed."

Morgan turned her head, glaring at the ceiling as if it would save her from this conversation. "You like the sound of your own voice too much."

"I really do," Elira admitted with a smile and a tilt of her head. "But I also like your sound. You have a pretty voice. I want to hear it sing."

Morgan huffed, her wings twitching in irritation, though she still hadn't moved away from Elira's touch. "Not much of a singer."

Elira's expression softened, though there was still amusement in her bright red eyes. "That's okay, I'd much rather coax it out of you than just be serenaded."

Morgan rolled her eyes, but a heat was creeping up her neck, and she couldn't quite shake it. "Sounds like a lot of effort for something that won't happen."

"Oh, I do love a challenge," Elira murmured, her claws trailing along Morgan's ribs, pressing just hard enough to make Morgan twitch. "You pretend to be all rough edges, but deep down, I know you're just waiting for the right person to smooth them out."

Morgan hissed, more out of irritation than anything else, and grabbed Elira's wrist, squeezing just enough to show she wasn't helpless beneath her. "I'm not waiting for anyone. Least of all, a fox who loves the sound of her voice."

Elira grinned, her big fluffy tail flicking behind her. "I can't help it, I need to understand you. If a fox isn't doing it for you, despite all the signs otherwise, how about a fellow witch? I could cast a few spells that'd really set the mood."

Before Morgan could shoot back a retort, something cool and sticky dribbled down her side. Both paused, the tension between them shifting as Morgan's feathers ruffled in pure disgust.

"Oh, fantastic," Morgan grumbled, shifting slightly. "The cheesecake is melting."

Elira blinked, then laughed, a genuine, amused sound. "Well, that's what happens when you let yourself get too heated."

Morgan glared. "That was not my fault. You're the one with the Fire typing."

Elira hummed thoughtfully, then smirked. "And yet, you're the one who's an absolute mess."

Morgan twitched as a slow, sugary trail slipped down her side, seeping into the softer feathers along her ribs. "Ugh. That's-" She tried to shift, but Elira's hands pressed against her hips, holding her still.

"No squirming," Elira murmured, entirely too entertained as she chased the wayward dessert with her mouth, her tongue tracing a ticklish path along Morgan's side. "You started this game, darling."

Morgan groaned as another glob of cheesecake slid lower, catching in the downy feathers of her waist. "This is actually disgusting."

Elira tilted her head, giving Morgan a long, slow once-over. "A little gross, yes. But also plenty sexy."

Morgan scoffed, narrowing her eyes. "You're not the one being sugar-basted."

"You make it look a delight," Elira said, grinning. "But fine, let's get you cleaned up before you molt from frustration."

Morgan opened her mouth, then closed it again. What was she even supposed to say to that? She was too hot, too aware of the weight pressing down on her, of the way Elira's breath still ghosted over her dampened feathers.

Elira took advantage of Morgan's hesitation, shifting her grip lower, fingers teasing the edges of Morgan's thighs before she deliberately trailed them back up. "I do like to be sure, you going to fly away?"

Morgan scoffed. "I could shove you flat on your tail if I wanted."

"Mm, but you won't." Elvira's fingers grazed Morgan's stomach again, purposefully light, letting her claws scratch against the down below Morgan's feathers just enough to send a shiver through her. "Because you like it. You like being touched like this, slow and deliberate."

Morgan gritted her teeth, wings twitching against the floor. "You're getting cocky."

Elira hummed, dragging her tongue across another stray bit of cheesecake that had melted into Morgan's skin, slow and indulgent. "I'm getting to the cock, you mean, and it's a nice one. Very thick; I'm ready for a real mouthful after the cheesecake appetizer."

Morgan swallowed, her talons digging into the floor as Elira's mouth moved lower, tracing along the faint ridges of her lower abdomen, her breath sending frustrating little jolts of heat through Morgan's already overstimulated nerves. "If I say I hate this, will you stop?"

Elira chuckled, her lips just barely brushing against Morgan's stomach. "Yes. Go on, it'll be adorable hearing you try to sound convincing."

Morgan groaned. "You are the most insufferable redhead I've ever met, and believe me, that's not a small pool."

Elira smirked, finally pulling back enough to sit up, trailing a claw over Morgan's side. "That's funny because I think I'm starting to grow on you."

"Like a fungus."

"Like a fine wine," Elira countered. She ran a finger up Morgan's thigh, then let her claws trace the curve of her hip, slow and deliberate. Her smirk widened as she leaned closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Though you taste more like a well-aged Brandy. Rich, bold, with a bit of bite."

Morgan's breath hitched, at the name. Brandy.

Her narrowed eyes flicked up to Elira, sharp and suspicious. "You reading my mind, witch?"

Elira stilled for just a fraction of a second before her smirk returned, easy, unbothered. "Not intentionally," she admitted, trailing her fingers further up Morgan's waist, her touch light and teasing. "But you're leaking."

Morgan scowled, though the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her. "Dark Types don't do that."

Elira hummed, amused. "Oh, but you do." She dipped her head again, running her tongue up a stray trail of cheesecake along Morgan's stomach. "Your thoughts are pressing against mine. I think you like this too much to keep your walls up."

Morgan inhaled sharply as Elira's tongue flicked over her skin, heat flaring in her chest. Morgan shivered, her talons curling against the marble. She didn't want to admit it, but her body was thrumming, her pulse racing with a need for more. Being touched so deliberately, with such slow, sensual attention, was something she was far too unused to. Despite her efforts, Brandy had never been able to pull her out of her head enough, but Elira? Elira had found the exact right combination of confidence and teasing that was slowly driving Morgan mad.

Elira leaned down, pressing her lips against Morgan's hip. The kiss was soft, barely more than a flutter of heat, but Morgan felt it down her spine. Her breath came unsteady, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. It wasn't fair. This fox, this witch, shouldn't have gotten her this worked up. She wasn't supposed to lose her cool, especially not under the careful, sensual ministrations of a beautiful vulpine. But, as Elira's lips traced along her skin, she was having trouble remembering why that was.

"Do you like this?" Elira asked, her lips grazing the inside of Morgan's thigh.

"Fuck," Morgan breathed, her head tilting back against the cool floor.

"That's a yes," Elira said, sounding entirely too pleased with herself. "You know, I can always just check with my Future Sight. Get a sneak peek at how much you enjoy it."

Morgan hissed. "Don't you dare."

"Ah, ah, no need to get all riled up," Elira said, grinning. She slid her fingers a little higher, teasing the junction of Morgan's thigh and hip, and chuckled. "Unless you'd prefer if I did."

Morgan swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs. How Elira looked at her made her blood rush in her ears. It wasn't fair how effortlessly the Delphox could make her lose control.

"You are impossible," Morgan growled, her talons scraping against the floor. "Insufferable."

"Maybe," Elira conceded, her fingers drifting further, skirting just along the edge of Morgan's slit. "But you still want me. And I want you. So let's enjoy this."

Morgan groaned, her body trembling as Elira's fingers teased her, drawing light, slow circles around her aching core. Her hips arched into the touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her senses were overwhelmed. It wasn't fair, the way Elira was making her feel. Her body was on fire, her mind foggy with desire, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Elira, please," she gasped, her voice cracking.

"Oh, you can beg nicely," Elira said, her voice low and husky. "And since you asked so nicely, I suppose I should reward you."

"Pillow biting Arceus, that's good," Morgan whimpered as Elira finally put her tongue to the base of Morgan's cock and licked all the way up to the tip. She felt a moan bubble up her throat, and she didn't bother stifling it. Her whole body was tingling, the heat building in her stomach until she was sure she would burst.

"Look at me," Elira commanded.

Morgan forced her eyes open, her breath coming in short gasps. Elira's face was hidden behind Morgan's thick cock, but her bright red eyes shone from the darkness. They locked gazes, and Morgan saw the flash of a smirk as Elira took the head of her cock into her mouth and sucked.

Morgan's vision whited out, her muscles spasming as she came. Her back arched, her claws scrabbling for purchase on the floor as pleasure washed over her. Distantly, she heard Elira make a soft noise of surprise. Then the Delphox was swallowing her whole, her hot mouth enveloping her cock and her tongue working its way over her sensitive tip.

Morgan shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the sensation washed over her. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, and all she could focus on was the heat of Elira's mouth around her cock and the softness of her lips. It was like the universe had slowed down for this moment, and all she could feel was bliss.

After a few indulgent moments of that, Morgan felt Elira pull back, and her cock fell from her mouth with a wet pop. The Delphox sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and gave Morgan a satisfied grin.

"I didn't hear any singing."

Morgan groaned, her eyes closing. She didn't have the fight in her for a cheeky response, that had felt really fucking good. Her heart was still racing, and her skin tingled where Elira's mouth had touched her.

"Let's take a break."

Morgan exhaled sharply at the cheek of this grinning demon, willing herself back into something resembling control. "Alright," she muttered, her voice rougher than she wanted it to be. "You win."

Elira raised an eyebrow, looking far too pleased with herself. "Win what, exactly?"

Morgan rolled her head to the side, glaring at her. "Whatever game this was."

Elvira's smile was slow and thoughtful. "Oh, sweetheart, if you think I was treating this as a game, you really don't know me."

Morgan narrowed her eyes. "Then why?"

Elira tilted her head, considering. "Why what?"

"Why are you doing this?" Morgan's fingers flexed, still gripping at the smooth floor beneath her. "Why go through all this trouble?"

Elira hummed, dragging a lazy finger down Morgan's side, making her shiver. "Because the moment I looked at you, I knew you were a fascinating little puzzle."

Morgan scoffed. "Bullshit. I don't buy that you go around licking people out of sheer curiosity."

Elira grinned. "You're right. I don't. I licked your stomach because you are also absolutely gorgeous. A tall, dark Murkrow wrapped up in a maid dress? I'd be an idiot not to enjoy a gift like that."

Morgan stared at her, waiting. When Elira didn't elaborate, she exhaled through her nose, irritated. "I'm not a project for you."

Elira leaned down, her mouth brushing just below Morgan's ribs again, her voice a whisper against her skin. "You'll be gone soon enough. I'm enjoying whatever I get."

Morgan swallowed hard, her body reacting before she could argue. Her heart pounded, and her skin burned under Elira's touch. The simplicity of the answer shouldn't have shaken her, but it did because it felt real. Uncomplicated in a way that Morgan never let herself believe things could be.

She hated that she'd found a witch who seemed to have it all worked out.

Morgan exhaled sharply, shifting just enough to look Elira in the eyes as the fox lady rested on her stomach. "You're a hermit up here. Reena sent you cheesecake to give you some company."

Elira hesitated, her fingers slowing as though weighed down by her thoughts. "It's not that I don't care about the city. I do, deeply. But the young people are so loud, and I hear everything. Their worries, their wants, their expectations." Her voice grew quieter. "I used to be able to handle it, but it's exhausting now."

Morgan blinked, thrown off by the vulnerability slipping through the cracks of Elira's usually confident tone.

Elira let out a small breath, her ears twitching slightly. "That's why I stay up here. It's easier to watch from a distance and listen when I choose to instead of drowning in it. Spikemuth isn't just a place; it's a feeling, and some of us have been feeling it for a bit too long."

"I feel you're trying to teach me a lesson," Morgan said, sitting up and offering her wings out. "But if you're being serious, you deserve a hug."

"The dicksucking didn't get me a hug?"

"You didn't finish," Morgan sniffed. "No points for half a job done."

Elira laughed genuinely before letting out a small, almost theatrical sigh and shifting forward. Morgan met her halfway, and suddenly, arms, wings, fur, and feathers were tangled together in an awkward but undeniably warm embrace.

Morgan was soft, and she pressed her downy chest into Elira's fur, letting the warmth of their bodies mingle. Elira's tail flicked back and forth in satisfaction. For all her teasing, Elira melted with just a little affectionate contact. Morgan exhaled, wings twitching before hesitantly settling over Elira's back, awkward but real. The brush of Elira's tail against her side sent a ticklish sensation up her ribs, but she didn't pull away.

"This is stupidly cozy," Elira murmured, her voice softer now.

"Yeah, yeah," Morgan murmured back, pressing her face into Elira's shoulder. "Don't make it weird."

Elira smirked. "Oh, darling, it's already weird. But it's also kind of nice, isn't it?"

Morgan sighed wearily. "I feel a lecture coming."

"You've squashed cheesecake into my fur, I could lecture you about that."

"You're dying to try to fix me," Morgan said, "I can feel you vibrating with the urge. Psychic Types so predictable."

"No, I'm enjoying this hug." the Delphox said, tail looping around Morgan's waist. "You're a lot more relaxed. I think I've already helped you plenty."

There was a strong urge to say something snide and brush it off like it was nothing. But the warmth of Elira's body against hers, the weight of the moment settling in her bones. It just took the ire out of Morgan for a moment. A comfortable silence settled between them. Morgan found herself thinking about the night ahead, about Calcine. The thought sent a flicker of nervous energy through her, but it didn't grip her quite as tightly as before. Calcine was always so confident, so sure of herself. It was overwhelming. Being around Elira was different. It was playful, but there was no expectation. No pressure to prove anything. Just two Pokémon enjoying a fleeting moment of warmth.

Morgan sighed. "I hate that this helped."

Elira practically bounced in Morgan's lap with pride, her smile widening to show all those sharp canines.

"Knew you were dying to fix me. So predictable."

"I'm happy, you're happy." Elira's tail swished back and forth. "Sometimes predictable isn't so bad. You could stand to be more honest."

"Couldn't resist a lecture, could you?"

"It's good advice, and you're going to think about it," Elira said.

"Nope, not doing that out of spite." Morgan sniffed.

Elira chuckled, her tail curling tighter around Morgan's waist. "Then I'll just have to convince you, and I know just how to do that."

Elira kissed Morgan, and the rest of the world faded away. She tasted like strawberries and cream, sweet and decadent. Maybe that was just the lingering bits of cheesecake on her lips, but Morgan was helpless to resist her. Elira's tail curled tighter, holding her in place as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sweeping into Morgan's mouth, claiming her. Morgan focused on the sensation of Elira's lips on hers, the warmth of her body, and the warmth of her fur. It was good to get out of her head and into the moment.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Elira grinned, her eyes shining with mischief. "Convincing enough?"

"I could do with more."

"Simple greed," Elira said, leaning in and nipping at Morgan's jaw. "I like it. Suits you."

Morgan shivered, her hands moving on their own accord, reaching up to cup Elira's cheeks, pulling her in for another searing kiss. It felt like electricity was dancing across her skin, leaving her breathless and wanting. Elira's claws dragged down her sides, sending a shiver up her spine, and she felt her cock stir against Elira's stomach.

"That's the kind of girl I love," Elira purred, her voice sending a shiver up Morgan's spine. "So eager."

"Shut up and suck my dick," Morgan said, her breath hitching as Elira's fingers teased the sensitive skin of her hips.

"Bossy," Elira murmured, nipping at Morgan's lower lip. "I like that, too. This time you're going to pull my hair, and if you do it right, I'll actually let you cum."

"I'm not sure I like you," Morgan muttered. "But your mouth is worth putting up with."

Elira's eyes flashed, and she smirked. "You can leave any time. I've already got what I want."

Morgan opened her mouth to protest, but her words died in her throat as Elira sank down, her lips closing around Morgan's cock. The heat and wetness of Elira's mouth were almost enough to send her over the edge right then and there, and Morgan had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Elira's tongue was soft and hot against her skin, and her lips were slick and smooth as she moved up and down the length of Morgan's cock. She was a vision, the sight of her kneeling between Morgan's legs, her lips stretched around her cock. It was enough to make Morgan's blood boil.

Morgan grabbed Elira's hair and pulled. It's what she wanted. It's what Morgan wanted. Why fight it?

Elira moaned, the vibration making Morgan's whole body shudder. Her fingers dug into Elira's scalp, and she pulled harder, guiding Elira's mouth further down her shaft. Elira's eyes were hazy, and she looked utterly debauched. The sight made something primal and possessive rise in Morgan's chest.

"You look good like this," Morgan managed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "On your knees."

Elira smirked, her tail swaying back and forth. She sucked harder, her tongue tracing patterns on Morgan's cock. Her eyes were locked on Morgan's, daring her to continue.

"Maybe I'll make you beg," Morgan said huskily. "Make you tell me how much you love the taste of me."

Elira chuckled, and the vibration made Morgan's hips buck. Her claws scratched at Elira's scalp, and her cock twitched in the Delphox's mouth. She wasn't going to last long at all. Elira was just too experienced and too sizzling hot to really hold back. Morgan could talk confidently all she wanted, but Elira was going to make Morgan cum her brains out. Maybe she'd already seen that with her Future Sight.

When she finally came, Morgan sang. Her voice rose, clear and bright, spilling into the air like liquid gold. It was radiant, warm, shimmering with the kind of beauty that turned heads and made hearts ache.

"You sound like someone sat on a set of bagpipes."

Morgan's feathers bristled. "Foxes are better suited for swallowing cum than critiquing art. Clearly, you need practice."

Let the fox jest. Morgan knew the truth, and the truth was that she sounded magnificent.