Pokémon - Your Cynthia Part 2 (Cynthia x Reader)

Cynthia. Champion of the Sinnoh Region. Master of the Elite Four. Unparalleled archeologist.

Your girlfriend.

Your little slut to fuck at a café toilet stall. Your woman that willingly stood up, bent over, and let you flip over her summer dress. Your personal lover that wore no panties in anticipation for your throbbing cock.

“Fuck me.”

You would but not yet. You wanted to test her out, see where she was. Just how badly did your girlfriend want you? Was it as badly as you wanted her? Cynthia was a hot, sexy blonde minx. She could get anyone. Fuck anyone. Her sex drive was high and her options were higher. There was no need to question her, however, as the moment you began foreplay you understood her dedication. The blowjob hadn’t been for show.

Cynthia’s cunt was so fucking wet that your fingers practically sank inside her. With one finger inside, outlining the shape of her pussy, and you knew she was a delicious gourmet ready to get fucked. With two fingers, you curled and prepped her for the future.

Then came your cock. Teasing, playing but never entering. Not yet. You wanted to hear her beg and she did. Cynthia personally stretched her cunt with her fingers and begged. “Please…inside, my love.”

My love. My love. That really riled you up. The tip of your cock teased her while your hands pulled her dress completely back. Her heart-shaped ass appeared connecting to a wonderful set of curves.

It was time. You went inside and she bit her lips.

“Mmm…” Cynthia peered over her shoulder. “I love it…it fills me perfectly.”

“Right back at you.” Her walls weren’t crazy tight. She was snug and wet, a perfect fit for you. “But your pussy is so wet, Cynthia. How long have you been waiting for this?”

Her eyes looked ahead. She bit her bottom lip, exhaling weakly as you went deeper and deeper. Your cock and her cunt—truly a perfect match. A genuine fit of a puzzle piece. “S-so long,” she whimpered. “I…we were apart so long and I couldn’t…I didn’t want to cum until it was with you.”

You inhaled sharply. Her ass, her walls, and her words. Everything about her was everything. So fucking perfect that you couldn’t help but start railing her brains out.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“God, god…! You’re hitting all the right places!” Her breath hitched. She was whispering yet almost yelling. A strange dichotomy that was music to his ears. You went hard. You went fast. Your pelvis slapped her ass repeatedly, like a timed beat. It was glorious.

Cynthia, Pokémon Champion, getting fucked in a black and white summer dress. Your fingers went up her rear, feeling the toned flesh. She didn’t have a ridiculously fat booty. She had trained herself for something toned and delectable. Something graspable. Something that fit your hand and that you could grope.

So that was what you did. You fucked her and groped her. You pounded her and didn’t give her time to rest.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

“Oh! Oh! Ooh~! Mmph! Oh! Ah! Ah! Aaah~! That’s it, honey! I’m almost there!” Cynthia tilted her head back, grey eyes looking up at you. She looked insane. She looked gorgeous. “Fuck me! Fuck me, love! I-I’m…mmmph!”

The stall shook as you fucked her. Her palms planted to the locked door, the force of your claps like an impossible earthquake, anybody could see from the outside there was some real fucking going on there. You didn’t care. Who cared if you got caught? Your job was to fuck your girlfriend till she reached climax—till she reached the high she had been waiting for months.

“You’re what?” you asked, spanking her left chess. You didn’t leave a print but you did leave her with a moan.

“I’m cumming!”

For the first time in four months, Cynthia came. For the first time in four months, she was touched and fucked and railed by a man. Her boyfriend. You, bringing her satisfaction like no other. Giving her love like no one else could.

Her spine arched. Her ass smacked against you one last time, unmoving. Her eyes rolled back as she gasped. She trembled. Her walls tightened.

“Ooooh~!” A sudden clamp. You winced. Fucking hell, even when you stopped, she was a handful. You spanked her again and her walls reacted. Cynthia heaved till her breathing was in control. You had never seen her so…vulnerable. So meek.

Against her will, her body shuddered. Under her breath, Cynthia whispered,  “That was…amazing.”

“Want to do it again?” Your cock was still sheathed inside her, nice and hard and ready to fuck. You put your hands on her waist.

Cynthia nodded.

Then, you started fucking her all over again.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

SCHALP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—PLAP—!

“Oh! Oh! Ooh~!” Cynthia howled. She was no longer using her inside voice. You didn’t think you’d get her to lose her composure.

“Come on, Cynthia.” You leaned over and nibbled on her ear. “Not so loud. People might hear your cute little moans.”

She flushed. Her cunt clamped down on him. Hard.

“Ooh. You like that, don’t you?”

“N-no,” Cynthia stammered. You smiled. She really was losing her composure. Right now, leaning over, your thrusts were slow. Your hips were prodding at her.

You warned her, “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you scream your pretty little voice out to the world,” and started absolutely drilling into her.

“H-hold on—” Cynthia cut herself off as your cock reintroduced itself to her most sensitive zone. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! You hit that precious G-spot and hit it so well that she came. She came for the second time today. Her legs shook and she nearly buckled down.

You put yourself on top of her, arms enveloped, and kept fucking. A little slower, but much more consistent in the accuracy of your thrusts. Each time you thrusted, you let out a little moan. Restrained but slowly breaking as you continuously destroyed her cunt.

She loved it. She tried not to show it but she loved it. She loved the perfect shape of your cock. How its precious inches filled her up.

“Mmph! Mmh! Mmmh!” Cynthia bit her lip as she hung on. Getting fucked doggy-style like this, your weight on her, her eyes peeking through the crack of the stall, she let out a girlish moan. “I-I…I’m truly grateful! I truly, wholly love you! I love you! I love you!”

This time, she didn’t suppress her voice. This time, her moans was as loud as it could be, echoing through the restroom.

“Woah.” You didn’t stop rocking your hips. You didn’t stop pounding her. You looked at her expression, which was gaping and moaning. “That’s new.”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

“T-that was…mmph!” Cynthia’s body shook with every thrust. Your pelvis against her spectacular ass. Realizing where they were again, she quieted down. “S-sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry.” You straightened yourself. “I want to hear you again. I want to hear you moan.”

“B-but—” Cynthia was cut off as you grabbed her hips and pounded. “Oooh~! Ah! Ah! Ah~! Yes! Yes! Please! That’s it!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! SCHALP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—PLAP—!

Her moans grew louder and more urgent. You found yourself going faster, your cock aching with need. You couldn't believe what he was about to do, but you couldn't resist any longer. “Cynthia, I’m—”

This was it. Together, the two of you would come. Together, the two of you would reach the ecstasy you had been wanting to reach for months.

“—o autographs please.”

That was until the restroom door opened and a polite voice came in. The footsteps belonged to a pair of long heels. Click-clack! Click-clack!

You and Cynthia froze. Instantly, you sprung forward, placing your weight on her, and clapped your hands around her mouth, silencing her. Your breaths were unsteady. Your hearts were beating outside of their rib cages.

You could hear it. The heels. The throbbing of your cock. Both you and Cynthia were one; therefore, you could hear everything in each other’s very soul. Every ounce of sweat dripping from your temples. Every twitch of your nether regions.

All of a sudden, her walls clamped down on you like a corkscrew. You would have stopped if not for the momentum you had already built.

“T-that’s…” Cynthia went into a low whisper, spying through the stall’s edge. “...that’s the new Champion of Kalos, Diantha!”

“Oh? A friend of yours?” You steadied your breathing. The person inside was a woman and washing her hands at the sink. As long as she didn’t check the toilet stalls with a keen eye, she wouldn’t notice the two sets of feet.

“Y-yes. I mean, no! No,” Cynthia hushed back. Diantha, a gorgeous woman herself, removed the pair of black sunglasses she was wearing. “I—she….she looks up to me, is all.”

“W-wait, why is she in the men’s bathroom?” You asked as you watched her take off a wig. Her hair was short and brown rather than long and blonde.

“She’s an actor, she needs her privacy, I think.” Cynthia blinked as Diantha turned and looked right at them. Her heart stopped. Yours did too. Did she notice? Did she see you two?

“Fuck…” Your adrenaline was at an all-time high. “Well, if she admires you, then let’s show her why.”

“H-huh—” Cynthia went wide eyed as you suddenly moved. A small thrust that nearly caused her to gasp. Ahead, Diantha shrugged and went back to the sink. Presumably, she was doing her make-up, away from the public eye.

The stall was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping noises of your flesh meeting. It wasn’t loud enough, however, to break through the sound of the ventilation and running water. Indeed, if it wasn't for those two background factors, the two of you would have long been exposed.

“Mmmm!” Cynthia’s moans were held back by the palm of her hand. One hand holding her up, one hand holding her dignity. Her future. If even a single moan got out, then—

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cynthia’s insides were getting obliterated. Your naked pelvis was light yet precise. A homing missile that never missed. For the first time, she wished your cock wasn’t so perfect. She wished she wasn’t so buttery under your touch.

“I swear, is someone there or is it a Ghastly…?” Diantha's mutters were accompanied by a short look over shoulder, right at the unsuspecting toilet stall. She didn’t look down. Lucky. So, so lucky. Otherwise, she would have seen the legs of the legendary Cynthia and her lustful boyfriend. She would have witnessed the pounding of a lifetime.

Fingers on her bare hips, right on the region where her summer dress stopped unfolding, you used your momentum to your advantage. There was no way she was getting out of this. No way she was going to escape this creampie.

You stopped, leaned down and whispered, “Diantha is a movie star, right? Let’s give her a show.”

Cynthia shuddered but you didn’t move. You watched her squirm. Watched her simply feel your cock inside.

Then, nervously, the once confident Cynthia looked over and nodded. Permission granted. Immediately, you grabbed her hips and started fucking her harder than before. The sudden switch from cock warming to cock fucking elicited a gasp. Diantha didn’t hear it, however, having conveniently seen something on her phone. A notification, a message, or in your opinion, a miracle.

The tightness of her pussy couldn’t be understated. It was unfathomably tight and snug. He let out a groan, went in balls-deep, and came inside her. The seconds of shuddering and cumming and staying quiet were as intense as battling a legendary. The air was hot and thick. The on-edge Diantha listened to every tiny noise.

Hiccups of air nearly escaped from the creampied Champion. Twitch, twitch, twitch! Spurt, spurt, spurt! Your cock rumbled inside her, feeding her womb with copious amounts of your baby batter.

Your limbs weakened and your eyes closed. You simply melted inside her. You simply basked in the glory of the Sinnoh Champion’s skin tight walls. Truly, it was like a sword meeting its sheath. Your balls clenching and spurting wildly. Twitching and throbbing as the seconds ticked by.

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

You emptied yourself. You really did. Cynthia trembled and you could taste her love, from the sweat to her juices. She had orgasmed too. She had reached a type of glory too.

The clock ticked. Your cum dribbled from her stretched cunt and onto the floor. Thank god for the annoyingly loud ventilation system.

“I should just leave. This place is giving me the creeps.” With that, Diantha sighed and left the restroom. Her eyes locked with that one particular bathroom stall—the one stall where sweat, cum, and tears dripped.

The door closed and you promptly pulled out. Panting, you wiped your forehead and smacked your member against her ass, getting those last bits of cum to splatter on her. “Cynthia, that was…”

You sighed and began to soften. She didn’t. Instead, she moved. Despite her body shaking madly, she turned and pushed herself up against the stall door. Back flat against the door, she pulled up her summer dress with one hand and spread her cunt with the other. Her fingers let you see just how much you came into her. Just how much was flowing out of her.

You exhaled, then flickered for eye contact. Cynthia was dazed, utterly swallowed by lust. In response, your cock shot up to full mast. Why go flaccid, why care about limits, when Cynthia was in front of you?

"In the name of Arceus…" Cynthia grabbed your head and forced you to kiss. You didn’t care, and now, neither did she. "Just fuck me!"

The two of you adjusted yourselves into another position, your cock up against her entrance with Cynthia standing on one leg and her other leg locked your waist. You didn’t ease in. You went right inside her slippery cunt and Cynthia threw her head back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You started moving. Cynthia started moaning. She put her arms behind your head, wanting you close yet not kissing. She completely redirected the force of your thrusts into her needy hole. She wanted everything. Every last inch of your cock. The stall door shook every time you went for those strong thrusts. It felt like it would break when you gave her that dick of yours.

“I love it! I love it so much!” Cynthia threw her head back, her throat simply making noises of pleasure. “That’s it! That’s it! I’m cumming!”

You smiled. “Already?”

“D-doesn’t matter.” She lowered her head, panting, and went for another kiss. You accepted, tongues connecting. “Yes…!”

Cynthia moved in tandem with you. She allowed those thrusts to reach her as deeply as possible. But you were going too slow. This pace of her throwing her head back and moaning as you fucked her was nice.

“But it can be better,” you finished. You didn’t give the slightest warning as you grabbed Cynthia by her ass cheeks and heaved her up your cock. Your girlfriend was a Champion for a reason. Adapting on a fly was easy as a creampie and she dutifully locked her legs around you.

Your hands roamed around her cheeks. That wonderful, toned rump. Those glorious cheeks that fit within the palms of your hand like a mould.

Up and down, she went. Up and down, she got fucked. But no matter how much she moaned or how many times she might have orgasmed, her eyes were locked with yours. Her expression was total infatuation. Total love. Total addiction.

“I can’t…” Cynthia inhaled sharply from your sudden thrust. “...I can’t l-live without you.”

While you still thrusted, still fucking her insides with the vigour she wanted, your lips came close to hers. “I agree.”

“W-we should never be apart.” A hitch of her breath. Another deep thrust. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Her eyes became cloudier. The ecstasy was corrupting her. Your cock was corrupting her. “We should never have left each other’s sides. No more time apart.”

“No more,” you agreed.

Then, you kissed. For five minutes, you stayed together, connected and unable to leave one another. Lips tasting each other, cock throbbing, pussylips stretching and walls tightening. Splitting apart, there was so much saliva. You allowed Cynthia to lick it all back inside her.

“You’re mine,” Cynthia said. “Mine alone. I’ve captured you.”

Her legs wrapped around you tightly. It was a damn good show of dominance. But you were slightly better. “And I’ll show you why you’re mine, Cynthia.”

You locked lips with her, but it was Cynthia who went wide eyed. You did exactly as you promised by cumming inside with all your might. Your balls tightened and you gave her inside a load that she would never forget.

The volume was absurd as was the quality. There was no question about it—right now, you were breeding her. You were painting her walls and her womb white, and she didn’t resist. She accepted it, her eggs willingly infusing with your sperm.

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. You were squeezed so tight you were sure there was nothing else your balls could give. Cynthia buried her face in your shoulder, huffing and puffing, utterly drained. She wanted you so badly, she didn’t want to move an inch. Her legs remained locked. Her nose drew up your musk.

Whether it was her feeding off of you or the other way around, it didn’t matter. You remained inside her, filling her up to the brim with whatever your balls could muster. Every last bit of sperm.

All of it inside Cynthia.

Cynthia, Champion of the Sinnoh region. The strongest female trainer in the world. Her confidence shattered into mind bending euphoria. Her pristine, intelligent thoughts were consumed by cum. Her insides were ravaged by your cock. You could have been massive or tiny. Ten inches or three inches. The results were the same. Cynthia was yours.

Yours to pound. Yours to fuck. Yours to creampie.

Your Cynthia.