Pokemon: Radiant Harem

[Written from Gardevoir's P.O.V. cause I thought it would be funny]

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I awoke with a lingering soreness in my muscles—remnants of last night's struggle with that dumbass Lopunny. 

She really thought she could grope me all night—well, if she asked, I could let her massage them a bit, but—huh? Right. I showed her. Slamming her against the ground with [Psychic] was more satisfying than it should've been. 

If she wants to feel these tits, she'll have to try harder than that. No matter how much she begs for it, my body isn't a playground for that overgrown rabbit—And I mean it.

This morning, I had already done my job of waking the maids—those sad, obedient little things—broken into sex salves instead of appreciating it since the beginning, just as Helena and I did—and now it was time for my favorite part of the day. 

I couldn't help but grin as I went to the master bedroom, anticipation boiling within me. Oh, Dune's balls were waiting for me. Just the thought of them made my tongue tingle.

I could already feel the excitement building inside me—those thick, heavy balls resting against my tongue, the taste of his cum filling my mouth. Ugh, just thinking about it made my pussy throb.

As I reached the door, of course, Lopunny was waiting for me, grinning like the little gremlin with a big ass she was. That obnoxious little slut, always trying to grope me, thinking she could just grab my breasts like they were her personal stress balls. 

I swear, if I hadn't thrown her ass against the floor with [Psychic], she would've spent the whole night rubbing herself against me like some pathetic, desperate bitch in heat. 

But, of course, Lopunny couldn't leave me alone. That stupid Lopunny was waiting for me at the door—of course, she was, we are best friends—leaning against the frame with that smug look on her face. 

Before I could even tell her to fuck off, she slapped my ass, making it jiggle in a way that would've driven any man insane if they had seen it. 

She then reached up, grabbing my breast and squeezing it like it was some kind of fucking stress ball.

"Beep bop," Lopunny said as her hands squeezed my breast. It hurt a little by how brusque she was, but I had grown accustomed to it despite how much it annoyed me.

"Hey, Gardi~," she teased, her voice dripping with that annoying playful tone. "Dune and Helena brought back a Misdreavus. It's being all creepy and weird, following Helena around like it owns the place."

I glared at her, resisting slamming her into the nearest wall—wait, she'd probably liked that, I would—"Lopunny, kindly keep your filthy hands off my breast; they are not your "breast balls," and you are not my "Pookie" you are my friend and confidant," I said, my voice as cold and controlled as always. The nerve of her touching me like that.

Lopunny just grinned like the airheaded slut she is. "Relax, Gardi! I'm just messing around. Anyway, I'm off to get some breakfast with Salazzle and Zoroark. Try not to suck Dune dry before we even get a chance to see him, alright?" She winked and bounced off, giving little happy skips, her obnoxious giggle echoing down the hall.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her completely. I had more important things to do, like taste Dune's balls, cover them in my lipstick marks, and do my morning routine. 

Entering the master bedroom, I felt a wave of peace over me. My eyes landed on him—Dune, lying there, sleeping beside a naked and spent Helena, his cock hidden for now, but I knew what awaited me. 

Helena was still fast asleep, blissfully unaware as always; sometimes I wished to be as any other, maybe not so much of an airhead as Lopunny or a literal pet like Salazzle, just more... normal.

I wasted no time. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I used my psychic powers to slowly reveal Dune's cock. God, it was magnificent. Every inch, from the tip to the base, made me want to shove it down my throat and never let go. 

I started with his balls, gently massaging them with my hands, feeling their weight in my palms. My lips moved over them, kissing each one softly before sucking them into my mouth. 

I wanted him to feel nothing but pleasure, to know that I was the only one who could make him feel this way besides my Lady Helena.

I kissed his cock, trailing my lips up and down its length, leaving soft, black lipstick marks all over his cock, balls, and abdomen. 

My tongue traced along the bumps and ridges, savoring every moment. I loved the way his cock twitched under my touch, the way it seemed to throb as I curled my lips to the tip and down on it in a single bob.

I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat, but I didn't care. I pushed deeper, letting his thickness stretch my throat. 

I loved the feeling of being so full, so completely used by him. I bobbed my head up and down, feeling how it made a bulge in my throat; tears were forming on my face as I moved.

Each time my chin would hit his crotch, his scales against my skin would make me go mad and move even faster.

At one point, I couldn't breathe because of how fast I was moving, but I didn't care.

When Dune finally came, his hot cum filled my mouth; the thick cum coated my throat as I swallowed every drop greedily. I licked my lips, savoring the taste, how it clung to my tongue, and how great it felt.

But my job wasn't done yet. I moved over to Helena, still asleep, her legs slightly parted. I slipped between them, my tongue finding its way to her pussy. 

I could already taste the remnants of Dune's cum inside her, and it drove me wild. As I licked and cleaned her out, my thoughts were filled with nothing but filth—how much I loved tasting Dune's cum, how much I wanted him to fuck me senseless right there, how much I craved to be filled by him in every way possible.

And then I noticed it.

Out of the corner of my eye, a Misdreavus was floating in the corner of the room, watching me. Its wide, eerie eyes locked onto me as I devoured Helena's pussy. 

It didn't say anything or move; it just hovered there, staring. But I wasn't going to let it ruin my moment. I'd deal with it later. Right now, I have more important things to do.

My mouth continued to work on Helena as my mind wandered back to Dune. God, I wanted him again. I wanted to feel his cock inside me, to be filled with his cum, to be used by him in every way. I didn't care if that ghost was watching—I was too busy drowning in my own lust.

This was my life, and I fucking loved it; I don't get why Zoroark refuses to join the harem... what else can a girl ask for?

I had just finished cleaning Dune's cum from Helena's pussy—my favorite part of the morning routine. The taste of her inside, mixed with Dune's lingering seed, sent chills down my whole body. 

How lucky I was, honestly, to serve these two. 

With my tongue, I made sure to lick clean Dune's whole body until his radiant scales shimmered in the light of the morning, and Helena's skin was as impeccable as Lopunny's asscheeks if I had to give her a point; Lopunny had a great ass, perhaps the best one of all us Pokemon under Dune.

After I was done cleaning them with my tongue, except the kiss marks I'd left all around Dune's crotch and abdomen, I flickered my fingers while concentrating on using [Life Dew], cleaning them both, ensuring their bodies were immaculate.

Each stroke of my tongue and psychic-type moves were precise, efficient, and—dare I say—loving. Not that they'd realize it, or should, but every second of this servitude was ecstasy for me.

And yet, that damned Misdreavus was still watching me. Its eerie little eyes were focused on me, but I refused to let it distract me. 

Let it watch. Let it see what true devotion looked like. I'm sure it had seen worse in its time among the dead, though the books I've read and the deals I've made with Giratina, I've know the stories of many dead and living.

Being intimidated by Misdreavus wouldn't be an issue, but I did wonder why it clung to Helena like some lost puppy. She deserved far better companions than that ghostly nuisance.

After finishing with my Master Dune and Lady Helena, I made my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Naturally, I only needed the essentials: Torchic infertile eggs, Stantler steak, some high-quality Miltank milk, and the finest berries from our private orchard. 

I began cracking the eggs, my hands moving swiftly as my mind wandered back to thoughts of Dune's heavy cock, the way it throbbed in my throat earlier… how badly I wanted more. 

How badly I wanted him to fuck me senseless, to fill me to the brim with his glorious cum again and again, until I—

A loud "clack" interrupted my reverie. I glanced over to see Lopunny, Zoroark, and Salazzle sitting at the table, playing a three-player chess game. 

Zoroark's cigarette dangled from her lips while Salazzle's tail flicked back and forth lazily. Lopunny, of course, was the loudest, her ears twitching as she leaned over the board, making exaggerated gestures as she strategized her next move.

"Checkmate, bitches," Lopunny declared with her usual smugness, flicking a stray piece across the table.

Salazzle rolled her eyes, clearly unamused. "I don't know how you did it, but I know you did, you anal-loving freak."

Zoroark just chuckled darkly, blowing a puff of smoke. "If I ever caught you cheating, I'll burn the board and your face."

I ignored their antics as best I could, though the constant distractions were making it hard to focus on Dune—well, harder than usual. 

My mind kept replaying the feeling of his cock inside my mouth, the way his seed filled me up. 

Arceus, I wished he'd fuck me right here on the kitchen counter, make me scream for him like the filthy slut I truly was, Helena watching as that mighty dragon defeated a poor innocent fairy with his—

But duty called. I was preparing their breakfast, after all. My fingers moved deftly, whisking the eggs and heating the stove. The smell of the Torchic eggs began to fill the air, and I could already imagine Dune sitting at the table, watching me with those predatory eyes as I served him. 

Maybe, just maybe, he'd let me ride his cock while he ate. Wouldn't that be a perfect start to the day?

As I turned the stove down, the ground trembled beneath me. At first, I thought it was my own lust getting the better of me, but the shaking grew more intense. 

A deep rumble echoed through the mansion, shaking the walls and causing the plates to rattle. I rushed to the window, peering out into the distance.

Mount Chimney was smoking. The volcano was waking up, and something wasn't right.

Without hesitation, I dashed out of the kitchen, leaving the eggs unattended. I could feel the pulse of danger in the air, and my psychic senses tingled. 

Dune would need to be informed immediately. As I ran through the halls, I heard the familiar sound of Helena shouting orders, no doubt trying to manage the chaos the best she could, even through her anxiety.

When I reached the main lounge area, Dune had already gathered the others. Lopunny, Salazzle, and Zoroark stood at attention, their expressions serious now. That was the first signal that something really bad was happening. 

Still on the phone, Helena was walking in circles, her voice stuttering as she was overwhelmed by the situation—the complete opposite of how I had seen her in Silph. C.O.

Dune raised his left claw, demanding silence. "Team Magma is finally making a move," he growled, his deep voice as manly as always, good lord Arceous put a baby on my oven— "They're about to awaken a legendary Pokemon. Groudon."

The name alone brought my mind back to reality: "Groudon," the embodiment of landmass and destruction, a god of earthquakes and scorching heat. 

"This mission," Dune continued, his gaze scanning over each of us, "will be the debut of SandSharks' secret special forces—G.L.A.S.S."

At the sound of that name, every muscle in my body tensed. I knew it was coming, but hearing it aloud still sent me wet. G.L.A.S.S.—Global Lethal Assault and Shadow Surveillance were named by the edgy Zoroark. 

Our new covert team, trained for missions like this, operates under SandSharks' vast reach. 

Salazzle's tongue flicked out lazily, though her eyes gleamed with anticipation. "About damn time," she hissed, flexing her claws; of course she did; Salazzle and Zoroark were responsible for Training the G.LA.S.S member's physiques.

Zoroark cracked her neck, the glimmer of sadistic glee visible in her sharp grin. "Been waiting for some real action."

Lopunny, naturally, bounced on her feet with excitement, her oversized ears flapping as she grinned. "G.L.A.S.S. is on, baby! Let's go kick some ass!"

Helena's pacing stopped abruptly, her head snapping at Dune's words. She clutched her phone tighter and barked out orders—well, tried to. "G-Gardevoir! Zoroark! Lopunny! Salazzle! Get—get into your Pokeballs!"

Her voice wavered, but I knew her too well—beneath the anxious surface was a heart set on action. I shot her a reassuring smile, though she barely noticed it. It's not that it matters; a maid's duty is not to be noticed but to serve.

Without question, I reached for my CherishBall and activated it. My body dematerialized in a swirl of red light, and the comforting containment field enveloped me. 

Lopunny's LuxuryBall snapped shut beside mine, her voice fading mid-taunt. "G.L.A.S.S. gang, let's—" followed by click.

I could sense Zoroark and Salazzle joining us, their LuxuryBalls stored snugly within Helena's bag. 

In this strange stasis, my mind was still fully conscious, aware of every vibration around us.